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"Nightmare Pigs" Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2024-04-07 13:56:23 +0000 UTCHere is the next chapter of "Nightmare Pigs". There are two chapters left to go. Let me know what you think.
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Em loved being a skinny bitch. It was something she had never considered back when she was a skinny fat nerd, a social pariah hanging out with fat ass Marjorie Smith and talking about anime and comics and any number of sci-fi or fantasy related properties that now seemed like distant memories to her. No. She hated being Mildred. Mildred was a nerd, a loser, someone worthy of scorn and humiliation. Being Em was much better.
Being Em meant that she was in control. She was beloved. She was popular. She was in control. Em had gotten a taste of the good life, what it meant to be one of the people who makes things happen and not just some loser who sits back and waits for things to happen to her. She was more confident than ever, more beautiful than ever, and she wanted to let everyone know it.
She needed to let everyone know it. She deserved to be worshiped like the goddess she had shaped herself into. She had been the mousy spectator, and now it was time for everyone to see and adore her. It would be only a matter of time before she even passed Jennifer Russel as the most popular girl on campus, and then she would use every bit of her looks, skill and connections to get whatever kind of job she wanted, a job that would quickly give her even more power. Em could see it, her life of glamor and success was set out in front of her like a road paved with gold, and all she had to do was keep following it.
Em imagined for a moment what would have happened to her if fate hadn’t plucked her from the depths of the social dredge, if she had stayed friends with Marjorie. She shivered at the thought of not losing the few stubborn pounds around her paunchy stomach, of still being a nerd with occasionally questionable hygiene instead of the glamor girl she has become. She imagined putting on the freshman fifteen and then…
By god, she thought with horror what Marjorie’s bad influence would have eventually turned her into.
She saw herself as dowdy little Mildred once again, but not so little. Instead she imagined herself splayed out on the couch, so large that she took up most of it by herself with fat spilling out of her greasy gray sweatsuit. She could see herself with a huge belly filling her lap and her fat flabby arms desperately clutching a bucket of fried chicken as she tore into its contents without care for the grease and crumbs she was getting there.
This monstrously fat version of herself was sweating as she stuffed her face and worked her way through yet another complete watch through of every Star Wars related piece of media. She was fat enough to be practically pinned to the couch, and watched with humiliation as her fat form had to rock back and forth just to build up the momentum enough to lean forward and get the remote. She grasped it with her grease stained, chubby sausage fingers, eager to skip through the credits and get to the next episode of “Star Wars: Clone Wars” not to be confused with “Star Wars: THE Clone Wars” which she would be getting to later.
Em was disgusted as she watched herself tear into another piece of fried chicken and saw the grease run down and fill the fold of her pimply double chin. She shuddered with horror as this monstrous Mildred version of herself lifted one big fat ass cheek and let out a tremendous fart, a fart that was so loud it made her blubbery ass cheek and her meaty thunder thigh quiver.
It was too much, far too much, and Em couldn’t bring herself to look at it any more. She turned around and instead was looking at her slim and sexy, glamorous friends, a clique of popular chicks much more her current speed. Yes. The idea of abandoning the dream that her life as Em had become to go back to being boring old Mildred and then succumbing to all of Marjorie Smith’s worst influences and turning into a complete hambeast was a nasty thought to be cast away. She was popular now. Her friends were here. They were perfect.
And then they began to change too.
They began to grow and swell with fat, to become bloated flabby caricatures of what they once were. Their fat began to push its way out of their clothes, ripping them until they were all their fat and naked. And they beckoned her to join them.
Their fat, sweaty bodies glistened in the light. Em’s formerly slim and sexy friends had somehow turned into gluttonous slobs, piggish parodies of themselves. They began to stuff their faces with greasy burgers, slices of pizza dangled above their heads to let the cheese slide down into their greedy mouths. Em’s formerly glamorous girlfriends were sweating and farting without a care in the world other than feeding themselves, filling themselves with whatever their next treat was regardless of the amount of crumbs, or sauce, or grease they were getting on their fat, sweaty bodies. Those bodies, undulating with rolls and folds of flabby fat turned and motioned once again for Em to join them. The siren song of the smell of sweet and savory food pulled at Em’s nose until it mixed with the repulsive stench of their sweat and flatulence which broke Em’s trance and allowed her to make a run for it.
She couldn’t allow herself to be stuck with them, to become one of them, to give up her slim and sexy frame, her glamorous and successful future like they had all somehow done in the name of becoming some fat greaseball, a sloppy behemoth. Her life was perfect now, and she intended to keep it that way.
So she ran. She ran as fast as her lean athletic legs could carry her and with no direction or purpose except to get away from the nightmare pigs that she was leaving behind. Away. Run away. Away from the fat disgusting pigs that had once been her pretty, prim and proper popular friends. That was all she could think of as she ran down a seemingly endless hallway.
Em ran for what felt like forever as she fled the fat fate that awaited behind her. She thought surely she must have gotten away, and yet she could still smell the distinct scent of sweat and bacon, delicious savory bacon, sweet crispy perfect ba-
No. She had to keep her mind straight. She made another turn in this endless hallway and finally found a door.
“Thank you!”
She swung open the door and there was Cynthia, slim and gorgeous Cynthia bright and shining as the welcomed sun.
And then Em blinked and Cynthia was none of those things.
Deep down Em knew that she was still looking at Cynthia, but this Cynthia was no tanned goddess. This version was a pale and pudgy mess. Pudgy didn’t do her justice. This Cynthia was an obese hog clad in fishnet stockings that made her thunder thighs look like they belonged in a butcher’s window. She had an immense and sloppy belly that exploded out from under an ill fitting black top and spilled over her leather shorts. The Cynthia that Em knew was trim, toned, put together. She had a bubbly if often secretly bitchy personality. This was a fat goth nightmare, a greasy piggish woman who reached forward to grab Em and pull her into the room at the same time that she released a horribly thunderous burst of flatulence.
Em fell backward and slammed the door shut before taking off again down the hallway until she came to the next door. This time, when she threw it open, she was met by Bethany Richardson, pretty in pink.
And then she began to swell.
Bethany began to bloat with fat. Em watched as Bethany’s face contorted with horror as it swell with fat. Her cheeks became jowls and her chin multiplied. Bethany looked like she was about to scream, but then her chubby face was filled with a horrifying serenity. The rest of her continued to expand, and as the fat filled her it ripped through her outfit which was soon replaced by a grease stained sundress. It was an outfit that was meant to be flowy and loose but instead was stretched tight across the immensity of Bethany’s stomach. Bethany’s arms grew hairy, and she began to sweat profusely until she gave off the distinct odor of stale sweat mixed with marijuana. This was soon mixed with the odor from a blast of flatulence that burst from Bethany’s bloated backside.
“Bethany… this- this isn’t you. You’re not a pig. You’re the must put together person I know, so driven, so gorgeous. You’re-”
PPPPHHHHHPPPPBBBBBBRRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!!!
That was all the response Em got from the obese Bethany before she tried to grab at Em with her fat grubby hands. Em jumped backward and slammed the door shut yet again. Two formerly thin friends turned into pigs. Em knew she had to get out of here and hoped that one of these doors would be an exit.
The third door was not it.
Behind the third door that Em tried was Diana Pendelton. The mousy girl turned around and looked like she was about to shout a warning to Em and then her voice caught in her throat and, just like with the others, Em watched as Diana filled with fat. First her flat stomach expanded with fat until it burst through her shirt as it became a big sagging pot belly that bounced and jiggled. Then her thighs flabbed out and her ass became bloated and saggy. Diana grew fat all over and her normally staid clothes were torn and replaced by a bright pink tube top that did nothing to cover her bloated belly. Em couldn’t take anymore after that and shut the door on the mumbling Diana.
Em’s head was spinning with desperation as she approached the final door. Behind her she could hear laughter, and the sounds of chewing, gnashing, feasting… and farting. It was all so horrifying as she reached for the last door and threw it open.
Jennifer.
It was Jennifer Russel, her queen, the gorgeous blonde who had pulled her from obscurity and turned her from Mildred to Em, really helped to make her something. And she looked so normal. Em stared at her for a long moment, hesitant after everything she had already seen.
But Jennifer seemed normal.
She wasn’t swelling with fat, sweating profusely or farting. She wasn’t reaching out and trying to grab Em to bring her down with her.
So Em stepped into the room.
And as she stepped into the room, Jennifer sank into the darkness and was replaced by a tall boney woman with elongated limbs, shrouded in shadow and with long hair like deep purple tentacles.
“Wh-who are you?” Em screamed as she turned to leave only to find that the door was no longer there.
The nightmare witch shifted form into something a bit more familiar and a lot more human.
“Hello, Mildred.”
“Mrs…. Smith?”
“It’s nice to see your dear.”
“What happened to Jennifer?”
“I haven’t gotten to her yet. But don’t worry. I will. I’m saving the biggest bitch for last.”
“And the others?” Em asked, terrified that she already knew the answer.
“Yes. Your skinny bitch friends are now… fat pigs, as you would call them. I gave you a look at what I did to them so you could have a preview of what's going to happen next.”
“To me?”
“Yes, Mildred. It’s your turn.”
“I… I don’t go by Mildred anymore. I’m Em now.”
Mrs. Smith chuckled to herself as her hair began to grow long and purple again.
“Oh, Mildred. I’m a very tolerant woman and love to respect the names people want for themselves, but this one… no. I can’t tolerate this, Mildred. You may be Em for now, but not for much longer.”
Scarlet began to float toward Em, and, as she did so, she reached out an arm that began to lengthen until it reached her shoulder and grasped it with her long claws.
“P-please, don’t do this. Please.”
Scarlet merely grinned in response as her face narrowed and stretched. Her smile peeled back to reveal rows of shark teeth. She stroked Em’s chin.
“You know, Mildred. The lowest circle of hell is reserved for traitors.”
“It’s not my fault. Marjorie could be just like me if she just lost some weight and stopped being such a ner-”
“MY BABY GIRL IS PERFECT!”
Scarlet’s scream was like thunder and brought Em to her knees.
“I-I’m sorry, Mrs. Smith. I’m sorry! Please! Please leave me alone. I didn’t mean to insult Marjorie. We just grew apart. That's all. I just needed to hang out with some people who are more my speed.”
Suddenly, Em heard a click and turned her head to see the door standing there again. She ran through it with no idea where it would lead but knowing that it was the only option she had.
She found herself once again in the endless hallway running as fast as her legs could carry her, faster and faster, driven by desperation. Em thought for a moment that, against all odds, she may yet escape this until she heard Scarlet’s voice in her head.
“You’re right, Mildred. I guess I do need to make you more Marjorie’s speed.”
Em felt her stomach grow queasy as she continued to run. She was trying to move her legs as fast as before, but she felt like something was slowing her down. It felt like she was suddenly strapped with ankle weights fighting against her momentum, but she couldn’t bring herself to look down… that is… until she felt her thighs rubbing together.
She had worked so hard over the last few months to tone her thighs, to shape herself into something of an athlete with a model confident strut. So much time had been dedicated to making them something she could be proud of, and it was all being taken away. Step by step, Em’s thighs filled with fat growing softer and flabbier. Her toned muscles began to give way to cushiony flab. Her ankles swelled to form cankles with her calves. Her feet grew fat. That’s where she felt the weight first. That’s why things started to feel like she was running through sand.
Then things got worse as her thighs grew fatter her quivering thighs began to slap together as she ran, slap and jiggle, truly loud thunder thighs. Then they quickly grew so big and fat that the flabby flesh of each thunder thigh began to rub together, to chafe against one another. But it didn’t stop there. Her thighs continued to expand with fat and push together slowing Em’s gait even further. She was already starting to get winded.
But she wouldn’t stop moving.
“Impressive, Mildred. You’ve got a bit more fight in you then I expected. You really put a lot of work into your fitness, you’re like a fine tuned sports car. Well, perhaps a bit more junk in your trunk will slow you down.”
Em could feel her butt getting bigger, expanding and pressing against the fabric of pants that should have already been busted by her three trunk thighs. Her ass, once perfectly pert, grew bloated and flabby as it filled her pants with fat. As her bubble butt became a blubber butt, its heavy weight did make each of her already labored steps slower. Em was beginning to sweat profusely from the exertion. A stream of sweat ran down her lower back and into her deepening ass crack as her chunky cheeks continued to blow up with blubber.
As her ass full of adipose grew larger, each flabby cheek bounced and jiggled and slapped heavily against the backs of her thunder thighs while Em’s running slowed to a desperate waddle. She tried to keep going, to push herself further and—
PPHHHBBBLLLPPPPPPHHHHBBBBRRRRRPPTTTT!!!!
“Oops. Sounds like this car is breaking down even though she’s still got plenty of gas!”
Em’s enormous ass surged forward again and released another trumpeting fart that blew her strained pants apart. As they tore all the way down revealing a pair of panties that were being quickly swallowed by her tremendous ass cheeks, the remains of her pants fell down past her thunder thighs to her thick cankles and caused her to trip and fall forward. Em tried to crawl, looking ridiculous as her lower half was that of an obese woman while her upper half was still slim and fit.
Eventually, Em managed to pull herself forward enough to free herself from her pants and roll herself onto her fat ass and into a seated position. That’s where she was when Scarlet appeared again.
“You look ridiculous.”
“I feel ridiculous.”
“I can even things out for you.”
“No! Please! No more!”
Scarlet leaned forward and pat Em on the head.
“What happened to you, Mildred? You and Marjorie used to be best friends, and then you left her for her bullies?”
“I got better. I made friends. And people like Jennifer, if you’re not with her you’re against her. I wasn’t going to be her roommate and be against her. That’s ridiculous.”
“You should have stood up to her, stood up for Marjorie.”
“You don’t understand what it takes to stand up to someone like Jennifer.”
“Sure I do. Anyone can stand up to bullies. All it takes is some guts!”
Em felt her stomach begin to stretch and screamed again as her belly bloated out in front of her. Her skin stretched like a balloon filling with air before sagging as it filled with fat. Her formerly taught stomach quickly became a ball of pudge, a turgid mass of fat, then a big jiggling gut. Em tried desperately to push the fat back in, a sight so familiar to Scarlet that it no longer caused her to laugh, but the fat kept coming, oozing through her fingers as it pushed her arms back and spilled further onto her fat lap. It was like she was filling up with bubbling blubber, she could feel it in her hands, the sack of fat growing further.
She was just growing forward. She was growing side to side as well. Her waist blew outward with two thick slabs of fat making up her new juicy love handles. This gave her gut more room to grow as well as it continued to spread outward into a huge spare tire full of jello.
“That gut looks rather heavy. It must be quite the lift.”
And then that lift got heavier as the muscles in Em’s arms began to atrophy and her lean limbs fell victim to the fattening. The blew up quicker than everything else, turning into flabby pillows of flesh, big marshmallow limbs complete with flabby, floppy bingo wings. She could barely hold up her own arms anymore and had to let her fat arms drop and pressed her chubby hands against the cold floor in defeat.
That’s when Em felt her breasts flop onto her belly as the grew fat and saggy, but she didn’t even have the energy to protest at that point. She just gave in and let the fat fill her. Her heavy chest rose and fell to the rhythm of her heavy sobs.
“And the finishing touch.”
Scarlet pinched Em’s cheek and the fat began to fill in the rest.
Her face grew fat and dull, jowly with a thick double chin and a piggish nose. Her eyes lost their luster as her confidence left her and her brain rewired itself to remember every single bit of useless pop-culture trivia it had forgotten and then some. It was like she was downloading every single piece of nerd media all at once. Her teeth grew crooked and yellow. Her skin grew greasy and covered in acne. She blinked as everything around her suddenly went blurry.
And then Scarlet crowned her with a thick framed pair of black glasses.
“Isn’t that better, Mildred?”
“Yes, ma’am.” said Mildred with a nod that made her double chin expand like a toad’s.
Then she snorted like a pig and let loose a sudden fart loud enough to make her giggle and snort like a dork.
Scarlet leaned over and gave Mildred another pat on the head.
“There you go, dear. Much better this way. It’ll be good for Marjorie to have her best friend back.”
Mildred was stuck in her own fantasy world. and all she did in response was pick her nose and fart again.
Scarlet chuckled.
“Now if you excuse me, dear. I have one last visit to make tonight.”
And then she disappeared unnoticed by Mildred who was too busy letting the last vestiges of her brief life as Em slip away.
Comments
Searcher
Great chapter. I like that Scarlett's motivation for this transformation, besides Revenge, is to give her daughter her friend back. Can't wait for all of the girls to see each other in this state after transformation.
BS Writer
Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it, and I appreciate that you took the time to comment.
TJ Westfall
Loving them along with the details of each person's change
