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TEASER: More Kelly from “Model Made to Waddle”
🕑 Added 2025-04-24 20:55:00 +0000 UTC“Model Made to Waddle” Chapter 3 is already at 5,000 words and still growing. Since I’ve already posted two things for Even More BS patrons today (although “From Fit Athlete to Fatty” will soon be available to all paid patrons) I decided to make this teaser available to all paid patrons.
If you’d like to read more of “Model Made to Waddle” Chapter 3 and make suggestions for what you’d like to see in the story. (It’s not too late to get specific requests in for this chapter) you can see another teaser and make requests HERE.
For now, enjoy this teaser.
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Kelly hated the sun. She hated the heat. When she was thinner, way back in her cheer days, she loved the sun. She always thought she would be one of those people who was slim and sexy forever with a body built for sunbathing and getting attention.
Now she was fat and frumpy, and the heat made all of her clothes cling uncomfortably to her fat sweaty body. She used to love going to the beach and showing off her body, but now being at the beach made her feel like a total pig. And she read any attention that she got as negative even if it wasn’t.
Being at the beach just made Kelly feel sad because she remembered when she was once the beautiful vain vixen in a bikini and longed for the days when she was the center of positive attention, admired, lusted after and desired. She wanted to be that beach bunny beauty again instead of-
“Kelly, get your fat ass over here!”
Instead of being a fat frumpy servant and a total loser.
Slowly, Kelly plodded her way across the sand over to Ariel. Her fat feet, clad in flip flops that were constantly kicking up sand behind her, were already sore and starting to burn in the sun. And as she struggled to cross the sand, she had to fight the urge to stop and pick a wedgie out from between her chunky cheeks.
Ariel was not amused by the amount of time it took her fat and flabby assistant to get to her.
“You take so long, you fat useless cow. Where’s my smoothie?”
“You… I just… you just had one.”
Ariel rolled her eyes at Kelly’s stammering.
“Well, I already drank that one.”
Kelly began to hyperventilate as Ariel walked up closer to her, using her model body to intimate her. And it was working. As Ariel stood dangerously close to having her trim tummy press against Kelly’s pudgy pot belly, Kelly was painfully and humiliatingly aware of the stark difference between Ariel’s fit figure and her own fat one.
While at one time in her life, Kelly had owned a body that was just as hot if not hotter than Ariel’s vaunted figure, now it was Ariel who was rocking a bikini and a stylish sarong while Kelly was sweating through a overstretched t-shirt and a pair of capri pants that she had grown out of at least ten pounds ago. She was lucky the button was still hanging on for dear life.
Ariel’s incensed finger snapping brought Kelly back to the moment at hand.
“Excuse me, earth to Fatso. We were talking about my smoothie. Where’s my second smoothie?
“I… uh… you didn’t ask for another one.”
Kelly was starting to sweat from more than just the sun.
Ariel responded to her tepid response with a hard poke to Kelly’s tubby tummy over and over again.
“Well, you’re supposed to anticipate my needs, fatty. That’s what I pay you for. Get that, Fatso?”
Kelly just nodded, double chin wobbling, and hoped that that would be enough to stop Ariel from berating her.
Ariel gave Kelly’s belly a final pinch.
“Good now get me another smoothie.”
With a heavy sigh, and even heavier footsteps, Kelly did as she was told. She plodded about to fetch another smoothie for her vain boss, all the while not only feeling belittled for her hefty size but feeling extremely jealous that Ariel felt confident enough to have two smoothies and still do a bikini photoshoot.
Kelly thought about what would happen if she had two smoothies. Surely she’d feel bloated. She’d be bloated. And the worst part was, she knew she’d still want more. She would want something to snack on with those smoothies. Maybe something like potato chips to pair the salty with the sweet, or some French fries, or chicken fingers, or loaded potato skins.
“Shit,” she thought.
It was no wonder she had gotten so fat. Even just thinking about the smoothie for Ariel was getting Kelly hungry. Her stomach rumbled with desire, something that was all too normal for Kelly. And she fought it, but as she reached catering she could help but see the delicious spread and nibble on some cheese.
Then she grazed on some fruit, a couple grapes, a strawberry, then two.
After that she hit some of the harder stuff.
She stuffed an entire handful of French fries into her mouth and practically moaned as the salt and grease danced on her tongue. Then she crunched on some potato chips and munched on some garlic and sea salt flavored pita chips dipped in hummus. After the pita chips and hummus it was back to the regular potato chips but in different flavors. There was salt and vinegar, barbecue, sour cream and onion, and extra cheesy. And she also had a variety of dips to choose from including nacho cheese, French onion dip, and creamy ranch dressing.
Kelly was in the middle of snacking on tortilla chips and guac when she remembered she was supposed to be getting Ariel her second smoothie, and, sure enough, her belly was extra bloated from the saltiness of the snacks she had just stuffed herself with.
“Shit.”
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Once again, if you’d like to see more of this chapter of “Model Made to Waddle”, you can see another teaser HERE.
Comments
Searcher
Poor Kelly. I know she's not perfect herself but maybe she'll enjoy the karma coming to Ariel
BS Writer
An update: Model Made to Waddle Chapter 3 is now over 6,000 words with one last section to go. I anticipate finishing by tomorrow.
