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|08-03-2008, 02:56 PM||#1|
Join Date: Jul 2008
Interga-fat-ic Wars - by Flabby Abbi (~BBW (Multiple), Magic WG, ~XWG)
~BBW (Multiple), Magic WG, ~XWG - Ultra-thin fashion models are the first casualty in the Interga-fat-ic wars!
by Flabby Abbi
[Author's Note: Sorry it's a bit short, just an issue i thought was worth writing about, enjoy!]
‘This meeting is now in session, please be seated’.
The various esteemed members of the Witches Association For Matters Concerning Humans sat their plump behinds onto the sleek and firm, steel-plated chairs behind them, resulting in numerous large creaking noises, which reverberating around the lushly furnished room.
The head of the association rose to address her fellow witches, tottering slightly on her slim heels, having to shift most of her considerable girth into a comfortable position, eventually deciding just to plonk her sizeable belly atop the table.
Various papers flew off the table and around the room, causing those more junior members to scurry around the room after them.
The head witch cleared her throat ‘Something must be done here, witches.
‘I’m talking about the pressing issues on the Human Planet, Earth,’ and at this release of news, the collection of witches voiced their agreements, though many of their words were muffled by the chunks of food they had been cramming into their cheeks moments before.
‘Their Women there are, in the majority, wafer-thin, I mean have you seen their fashion magazines?’ she asked, displaying the exploits of that month’s copy of ‘Hello’ magazine, this including various images of a ultra-slim Kate Moss waltzing down the cat-walk along with other equally thin models.
‘This will not do. Not only does it show us up to the other races of women but it also means they are unwilling to communicate with us; they just laugh in our faces whenever our paths cross or we need their help!’
The head witch was clearly indignant, yet one of the witches, a particularly large and round one, piped up. ‘Why should we care?, and even so we can just zap them and boom!, end of problem, they all turn into frogs, we don’t need concern ourselves with them.’
A few witches murmured their agreement.
‘We could do that,’ said another, ‘but couldn’t we humiliate them? You know, as they have done to us?’
‘Yes, yes, I agree,’ the head witch agreed, and at that most of the others nodded their heads in agreement, squashing their cheek fat down and up as they did so.
‘Yes, alright, that’s a good idea,’ the fattest of the witches said. ‘But that can be answered with my idea, by turning them into frogs, can’t it?’
‘No, but I have a much better idea,’ the other witch said, grinning slyly and letting out a long, typical witch-like cackle….
‘So remind me, Vanessa, what is the plan?’ Witch Andrea asked her counterpart as they stood outside a prominent model agency in New York, behind a table laden with an assortment of muffins, cakes and donuts.
‘Well, Andrea, these goodies here are full of a high-calorie, extreme weight gain formula and we are going to sell them to any prominent model we happen to see, though we will be selling them as ‘Fat-Free’ cakes, donuts and muffins. You see, this way we can show up the Humans by making their super thin models balloon in weight and become the exact opposite of their former selves.’
‘I see. But we’re not going to see any models at all, even if it is ‘New York’, are we?’
‘Au contraire, Andrea, for the head witches have arranged for a modeling show, which all of the key models worldwide will participate in. They’ll be coming through these doors here quite soon, and we’ll sell them the confectionary as they go past. Hopefully the formula will have taken effect before the show ends, so we can really put our plan to full effect so the models don’t go into hiding before the public see what’s happened to them.’
As Vanessa was explaining this, there could be seen in the distance the slim figure of Elle Macpherson gliding towards them past the fine display of cars in the agency’s car park.
Before she could pass them, Vanessa stepped in front of the slim model and gestured to her wares displayed on the adjacent table.
‘Would you care for a traditional American delicacy, Ms?’ Vanessa asked, smiling knowingly.
‘Err, no sorry, I have to be going inside now,’ Ms.Macpherson said, making to move past her.
But Vanessa again blocked her path, using her vast girth and size to her advantage, saying, ‘Oh come, they’re Fat-Free.’
She gestured to the sign and handed her a large chocolate muffin, smiling reassuringly when Elle looked at the muffin and then back at her suspiciously.
‘Oh, I guess one wouldn’t hurt, especially if they’re fat free,’ she said, taking the offering and duly paying for it, murmuring her approval as she passed through the glass doors and into the agency.
Throughout the next hour or so, as the rest of the models arrived, models like Kate Moss, Karolina Kurkova, Gisele Bundchen, Paris Hilton, Heidi Klum, Adriana Lima and numerous others, the two witches managed to tempt each model who entered the modeling agency, and they left the premises and made for the location of the modeling event feeling very proud indeed.
It was mere minutes until the show was to commence and backstage the models, made up in various glamorous and revealing attire, were feeling slightly odd, but were told firmly to put on a brave face and just get on with it.
‘Soon to be a fat face,’ Andrea said to Vanessa as the two watched the scenes from backstage, the other esteemed and more senior witches to view the proceedings from the stalls in order to view their handiwork in all its glory.
With a flurry of whirling spotlights and the starting of a solid, dance beat the show had begun and the models strode out onto the long, sleek catwalk and became visible to millions of viewers worldwide.
The first run lasted about 5 minutes, with many of the lesser known models having a good run out in their various, glamorous outfits.
Backstage, Elle MacPherson and others waited to take to the stage themselves to display this season's latest modeling wear.
Elle was checking her hair in the mirror and applying the final checks to her outfit, a mini-skirt and sleeveless turtleneck, when suddenly she felt a violent jolt around her midriff and stumbled back against the neighbouring wall, slumping down onto the bench attached to it.
Brushing her now ruffled hair out of her face, she gazed down quizzically at her lower torso to see what had caused her ungraceful descent.
She was amazed with what she saw.
A slight bulge, stretching her thick, white turtleneck had deposited itself on her once wafer-thin figure, and it was astonishingly growing by the second as she watched in horror.
The slight bulge transformed itself into a cute, sizable roll of flab, rolling over her the top of her mini-skirt and onto her lap. Flab now encircled the waistband of her seemingly shrinking skirt. Her ass, she now noticed, could be seen poking from beneath it too, two round, dimpled cheeks which were threatening to break loose from their much too petite constraints. And they soon did, the mini-skirt wriggling free as Elle’s now chubby belly erupted from beneath it, bouncing and jiggling as it crashed down onto her swelling thighs. Her top soon followed as her melon-like breasts broke free and rested atop her increasing bulge, where a flat stomach could’ve been seen a few minutes ago.
In horror, she felt all of this with her chubby hands and viewed herself in the mirror, not able to believe all the fat that was piling itself on to her. She was soon struggling for room in the small cubicle she was in and had to squeeze her way to the door and out.
She saw, once outside, her fellow models about to embark upon their catwalk appearance and noticed too a slight swelling in them, shirts slowly tightening, tights and skirts being sucked in by gradually growing behinds.
Each one though just pulled their garments down firmly and took to the stage. Though soon it was apparent something was wrong. And the crowd noticed too. Many began to point and stare wide-eyed as these dainty dames slowly began to turn into something, a little wider.
Paris Hilton’s dress began to tighten, wide hips becoming apparent, big enough now to not want such an encompassing garment.
Kate Moss’s silk garment rose upwards, a pot belly emerging beneath the sleek fabric and nudging her tight trousers downwards, eventually popping out of them as her ass swelled behind her and sucked themselves up to her now thong-like panties.
Heidi Klum had a further embarrassment as she toppled over in her now inhospitable heels, crashing down onto the catwalk, her dimpled thighs slapping against the surface and rippling endlessly.
The models all panicked, flowing caution to the wind and started to waddle frantically to the beginning of the runway and the exit.
Though their progress was hindered as Karolina Kurkova, who had blossomed much quicker than the others (she’d bought at least three treats from the witches), had become wedged between the two walls at the entrance, one clearly not built for a woman of her new girth.
Her rounded cheeks were red with puffing as she continued to grow, threatening to knock the walls from their foundations.
It took some mighty, exhausting pushing from the maximizing models to free her; once they did so they all collapsed in a massive heap, rippling heap, revealing many a bare, fat bottom, stretching undies to their breaking point, literally in some cases.
They lay their, the public staring incredulously at these suddenly huge specimens, now free of clothing but not so free of fat, anything but.
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Last edited by Risible : 08-03-2008 at 06:30 PM.