GC: Afternoon at the Mall 6 - by Matt L. (BBW (Mult), Magic, Transformation, ~SWG)

[Observer]

~BBW (Multiple), Magic, Transformation, ~SWG - a series based on the need of some people to have a few changes in their lives

An Alternate Reality Story

Goth Chick's Afternoon at the Mall 6
by Matt L. and the Observer
(based on the CWWF original)

(Click here for prior chapters)

Libby strolled through the mall, certain she had made the right decision. Priscilla deserved to be with Brandon and not with such a pretentious guy as Peter. He would have made her life miserable, probably cheating on her when ultimately she proved unable to perfectly live up to his expectations.

Now Priscilla could relax her eating habits and be herself, and in the process help Brandon to fulfill his potential as well. But the day was not over.

Turning down the corridor, right at the edge of the food court, Libby observed two girlfriends watching over their children at play while engaging in conversation while snacking. They appeared to possibly be her next target.

SIXTH CHAPTER: EQUALING THE SCORE

Betty McNamara was in her upper twenties, a housewife by trade with 2 small children and expecting her third. Her black hair was modest in style, flattering her plump face that was considered quite pretty. Betty had always been on the chubby side, though her pregnancy’s added to her girth and now she was within reach of 250-pounds. Clad in a vivid blue maternity dress, her beach ball of a belly surely couldn’t be missed.

Her best friend of a few years sat along side of her, Donna Golden. Donna, a part time travel agent, was pregnant as well, this being her second child. Donna barely knew Betty in high school, although they got along alright. It was only by a chance meeting at a mutual friend’s barbecue that they bonded together. Donna was noticeably lighter than Betty until her first pregnancy and then the weight stayed, bringing her into Betty’s range in size.

Betty’s hair, set in a ponytail drew attention to her cute face and her ample girth looked comfortable in a oversized green and red flannel shirt and blue stretch pants. They mingled and giggled through saccharine enriched anecdotes and the general shop talk that housewives share. But the cheerful banter ceased once Betty got an eyeful of a former high school acquaintance strolling by.

“Isn’t that Desiree Wantz coming this way?” Betty said.

Donna cringed as she snapped a chip with her teeth. “I hope not. She was so vain in high school, I hated her attitude.”

“You and me both”, Betty concurred, “Always made me feel self-conscious because I wasn’t as thin as she was.”

Donna bit her lip, “Yeah, that’s her, hasn’t changed a bit, unfortunately.”

Libby looked on with interest, wondering if she should confer some delegated temporary abilities and see what the two chubby moms would do with them.

Desiree was highly attractive in high school, the years since didn’t challenge her figure at all. Her dark brown hair was naturally wavy, hugging her shoulders, revealing her tranquil features and her slender, hourglass shape appeared nothing less than sensual in a short pink designer dress. There was a distinct arrogance in her stride, not only due to her glamorous aura but because her family was wealthy. Eye contact was made and Desiree waltzed on over.

The friends folded their hands over their large bellies, though failing to conceal the size. Desiree still possessed the perky tone she warbled through high school, “Donna and Betty? Is that Donna and Betty from Greinskyn high school?”

Betty nodded, “Desiree Throwbridge , right?”

Desiree announced with a syrupy smile, “Right you are! I’d ask what you girls been up to but that’s obvious.”

Donna’s nervousness compromised the tone of her voice, “How about you? You married yet?”

Desiree chirped dismissively with a sideways jerk of her head, ‘Who has time for that? I do have my share of affluent gentleman to contend with.”

Betty winced. She thoroughly enjoyed her nannydom and was offended at the idea that kids were a waste of time. But she bit her tongue.

Desiree placed her hands on her hips, “You two doing the housewife thing and letting the man bring home the bacon?”

Donna replied for the both of them, “Actually, Betty had a wonderful career at the board of trade until her second child, I’m still working part time as a travel agent for Charter American-International.”

Both friends caught the pompous sparkle emitting from Desiree’s eyes as she smiled, “Well, I’d say you both look quite comfortable with your agenda’s.

(Translation; “You both look perfectly suited for your domestic roles.”)

Donna and Betty were of course privy to the intentions of Desiree’s remark. Thus Donna returned the question, “Working at your dad’s company or did you get a chance to study at that Ivy League school?”

Desiree’s stance revealed her insufferable pride and total vacuousness, “Oh-my-gosh, no on both counts. I took a year off, visited Paris and Brussels and London. Afterward I studied for a year at UCLA, but academics aren’t really my thing I’m currently living at our town house, my dad pays the bills, you know? I spent most of my time either at the Bel-Air resort or_.”

Donna boldly interrupted, “You haven’t changed at all.”

“No,” Desiree derisively smiled, “I’m still the social climber, partying with the A list and taking it easy pool side.”

Betty had just about enough of the pleasure-seekers boasting, “We’re not keeping you from anything?”

Desiree’s stylish hairdo swung with the turn of her head, “Shoes. Brannigan-Thomas has their new line of evening wear out. A girl can never look more in vogue without classy footwear.”

Donna looked downward, eyed her discount priced sneakers, “I suppose?”

Libby, attenuated to every word, rolled her eyeballs. So far this airhead hadn’t done anything overt enough to deserve a transformation but she obviously needed something. .

Desiree tapped her chin, observing the friend’s lunch of hot dogs, chips and soft drinks, “I imagine I’ll have a spot of lunch first? I’ve never eaten here, would you girls know if the salads are worthwhile?”

Betty shrugged her shoulders, mockingly disclosing, “How would we know? We haven’t figures to watch.”

Desiree thought her cute snicker was the all the rage, “If you don’t watch your figure, nobody else will. But I can see that’s not something you’re interested in."

With that, Desiree marched off to the food court, chiming out loud, “Ciao, ladies!”

Three pairs of eyes were diligently focused on Desiree as she wiggled her slender form toward the various eateries, but Libby’s were the only ones that closed for about ten seconds. .

“Ciao”, Donna grumbled, “I’d like to see Desiree eat some real chow_.”

Betty finished Donna’s comment, “_ Enough to put stretch pants on her agenda.”

Donna weakly sighed, “She’s so fit and trim, man, even her thighs are still flawless.”

Betty rocked her head, peering at Desiree’s firm thighs, “I know. I don’t get it? Her thighs were always on the thick side way back in high school, I’d thought they would have enlarged by now?”

Donna concurred, “Tell me about it. I remember her in those gym shorts, I was hoping she’d at least get saddle bags by senior year, I mean they were kind of large, weren’t they?”

Betty sipped her cola, “Yeah, sure were. I’d like to see just a little bit of cottage cheese_.”

Before Betty finished her spoken thought, the two chubettes saw a spongy coating of fat advance upon Desiree’s thighs, illustrating the presence of lumpy cellulite.

“Did you see that?”, a perplexed Donna snapped, “How did that happen?”

Libby’s eyes closed again and her chin nodded towards her chest.

Equally baffled, Betty giggled as she requested, “I’d like to see her thighs expand to tree trunk proportions!”

“Why not give her a big bubble butt too!”, Donna insisted with profound laughter.

Betty did one better, “A big red butt, like those baboons at the zoo!”

Desiree’s self-assured stride went virtually unchanged as her rear inflated and her thighs thicken. In sync with each other, the friends blinked, Donna stuttering in amazement, “Wha-what? How? This_ this is incredible!”

Desiree’s posterior had become so huge that it lifted the back of her dress upward, the fabric tightly pressed against her marshmallow butt cheeks. Dimples spread across her telephone pole size thighs that wiggled with every step, nudging together, plump saddle bags bulging from the sides. Desiree’s face had softened just enough to rid her of the chiseled features and her upper arms were now redundantly flabby. Otherwise, the only noticeable changes to her figure was a modest potbelly, a broader waist and moderately wider hips.

Betty shrugged her shoulders, “I haven’t a clue what happened but I’m not complaining.”

Donna chuckled, “I’d like to see her appetite match her body.”

Betty was in with the program, “Yeah, and not healthy food either.”

Desiree’s pace slowed and her elegant gait was reduced to a clumsy wobble, though it was clear that she had no knowledge that her figure, mainly the lower half, had enormously fattened. Desiree scratched her head while over looking the various food items on display. The counter attendant, a skinny gal with ratty orange hair was all ears as Desiree squeaked, “I’m not very hungry, I just want something to hold me until supper at the country club. Could I please have two glazed donuts, a slice of cheesecake and a large glass of milk?”

The counter attendant nodded her head, “Sure, Ma’am, anything else?”

“Nope”, Desiree giggled, “I’m counting calories and by the way, it’s Ms.”

Back at the bench, the friends observed Desiree, Donna commenting, “She has no idea how large she got.”

Betty ecstatically chimed, “So I noticed! When would do you think she’ll realize she’s no longer a size 4?”

Donna eased backward on the bench, “I think once she gets home, the moment she sees herself naked.”

Betty gave Donna the high five, “Excellent. She’ll spend the rest of the day thinking she’s still slender.”

Desiree took her seat, chomping down upon her sugary meal, unaware that she was now easily 275-pounds. Donna giggled, “I wonder what her life will be like now?”

As bizarre in the consequence of Desiree’s change in weight, the friends were treated to a short scene within Desiree’s life many months from now as Libby inhaled deeply with her eyes closed..

~~~~~ Desiree was lying across her queen size bed in her bedroom that was as large as most living rooms. Clad in a colorful nightgown, her longer than usual hair in need of a brush and a cupcake inches away from her lips. An empty donut box on the floor, a half full box of donuts on her nightstand and candy wrappers over the floor.

Captivated by the Lifetime original movie she was watching, Desiree didn’t notice her maid enter the room. “Ms. Throwbridge, I’ve come to see if you would like anything special for dinner?”

Desiree bit into the cupcake, a generous amount of frosting decorating her bulbous nose.

“Nah, Ken’s going to stop by and bring a pizza.” The months that had followed since the absurd fattening at the mall, Desiree’s social life of partying with the elite had been replaced by the stagnant existence of a home body. Ken, the gentleman who was dropping by with the pizza, was her only companion, exception being a few very close girl friends but they were scarcely around.

Ken was employed by Desiree’s dad at a warehouse and had consented to date his daughter if provided with a raise and promotion. He didn’t mind her size or eating, but had a struggle putting up with her laziness and condescending attitude. But he patronized her vanity enough that she tolerated his presence, unaware that he viewed her with pity rather than attraction.

The maid nodded, adding with a sly grin, “You father expects you to be ready for work on Monday.”

Donna and Betty realized that It seemed her dad hadn’t minded Desiree lounging around while she was society’s most popular babe but since moving back home and barricading herself in her old room, she became a nuisance. Thus he was forcing her to get a job as a file clerk at one of his factories.

“I know, don’t remind me”, Desiree whimpered before pressing the remainder of the cupcake between her lips. Now at 305-pounds, Desiree Throwbridge wasn’t about to be seen at the mall or pompously deride Donna and Betty any longer.

~~~~~~ Back to the present; Betty kept repeating, “Wow, wow, wow, while Donna mischievously asked, “How did we do that?”

One parting glimpse back at Desiree, whose chunky arms were jiggling while slugging down her milk, and the girls looked around for their next target, or more properly Libby's.

[Observer]

Donna pointed over to a table where a mother and daughter sat, “Isn’t that Colleen and Gwen?”

Betty adjusted her body, viewing the table just a few rows over, “Yes it is. Colleen is very nice but her daughter, she’s a handful from what I’m told.”

The friends cordially discussed the facts concerning the mother and daughter. Colleen Swank was a magnificent kind hearted middle aged woman with light brown hair and pretty face. Pockets and ears open for anyone penny poor or had a hard luck story, she was the neighborhood’s guardian angel. However, due to no fault of her own, the reasons of which were unclear, Colleen was an overeater and considerably overweight. Colleen’s powder blue pantsuit revealed every pound brought on by her unyielding appetite, estimated at 285-pounds.

Not one to be disgruntled by shape or size or circumstance, Colleen was always a glass half full caliber of woman. 18-year old Gwen Swank was positively hedonistic. Pleasing to the eyes, her willowy brown hair gliding over her shoulders added an alluring quality to her delectable facial features. Trim and shapely at 129-pounds, Gwen’s distinction was in celebration of her curves and that meant nothing less than the finest clothes available. A pink hooded belly shirt with the caption, PRINCESS, over her well endowed bust and top of the line jeans, stone green in color, showing off her small round bottom and lean thighs.

Sharp and neat, though her character wasn’t so scrupulous. Gwen was certainly vain and unreservedly self centered. The family’s budget was often arranged so that Gwen could acquire the latest in fashion, appointments are the beauty salon made weeks in advance, Gwen detested having to wait. Chummy with the wannabe’s but aiming for acceptance in the popular clique, Gwen was all about appearance. Thus the reason she barely socialized with her mom outsider of the house. What would the A list group think of her if they knew her mother was extremely large?

However, prom was swiftly approaching and in order to buy the gown she wanted, she had no choice but to actually visit the mall with her mom. Gwen puffed up her cheeks and exhaled, “Mom, that gown wasn’t all that expensive!”

Colleen put down her sandwich and wiped her fingers on a paper napkin, “I know the dress was nice but it’s not logical spending $275.00 on a dress you’ll only wear once.”

Gwen crumbled her paper napkin, “Mom, don’t you want me to be the most attractive looking girl at the prom?”

Colleen nodded, biting into her sandwich, “Of course I do, honey. But that’s a huge amount for a silly gown. I understand the shops over at Peacock Alley have some reasonably priced gowns that would look just precious on you.”

Gwen pouted, her usual routine when not getting her way, “Peacock Alley, that’s where poor people and fat chicks shop.”

Colleen peered at her daughter’s heart shaped face, “Very well.”

Gwen smiled, a smiled that was short lived as she spotted certain members of the popular clique walking by. Gwen quickly lowered her head, tilting her face in such a manner so not to be noticed.

Colleen enquired with concern, “You okay, honey?”

Gwen nodded, adjusting her posture once she was out of view, “Yeah mom. Kim and the others just walked by, nothing personnel, but if they saw me with you_.”

Gwen sipped her apple juice before continuing, “It’s just that, they have high standards, and well, they might get the wrong impression of me if they knew my mom was so heavy.”

Colleen loudly exhaled, “Are you really that embarrassed to be seen with me?”
Gwen brushed back her gorgeous mane then slid her fingers up and down her glass, “Actually, yeah mom. You really ought to try another diet, I’m totally serious.”

Colleen flexed eyebrows, “It isn’t that simple. My willpower is null and void, the moment I’m bored or stressed, I turn to food for comfort.”

Gwen responded with a wave of her hand, “Get real, mom. You don’t even try. You could control your appetite if you really wanted to but you’re just a glutton who’s content with her size.”

Colleen, who knew her daughter’s attitude but also the preferences of her husband chuckled, responding with a clever giggle, “Your dad isn’t complaining.”

Gwen’s stale expression urged Colleen to chide Gwen, “Unless you can comprehend how difficult it is for me to manage my hunger, then I suggest to keep your criticism to yourself.”

The trio observing the dialogue agreed with Coleen.

Gwen returned to her meal of vegetable chili, “Whatever.”

After a few minutes Colleen, wanting to cheer up the lunch, ventured a question, “Has the right guy asked you to the prom yet?”

Gwen’s wavy mane bounced over her shoulders as she replied, “A lot of guys have asked me, I’ve turned them all down.”

Colleen’s crinkled her nose, “And you did this because?”

Gwen lifted her chin, “Because they’re all popular wannabe’s, not worth my time. I’m waiting for one of the more acceptable guys to ask me, like Rick Talbot.”

“Wait to long and you’ll be going to the prom alone”, Colleen suggested.

Gwen chuckled, “Nah, it’s cool. I’ve been noticed by quite a few of the popular guys, including Rick.”

Colleen nodded, “That’s good, I guess? Remember Marshall Abbott is still available if you need a back up date.”

Gwen just about choked on her chili, “Mother, I won’t need a back up date, someone will ask me.”

Colleen enjoyed another bit of her sandwich, “I was just saying, in case, no need to get hostile.”

Gwen favored her mother with a outlandish expression, “Anyway, even though you and Mrs. Abbott are close friends, I’d rather go to the prom alone then with Marshall. We’re not even of the same species.”

Colleen politely corrected her daughter, “That’s an unkind statement, Marshall is a very nice young man and he has a huge crush on you.”

“Mom”, Gwen venomously summed up her feelings, “Marshall is huge to begin with. He must outweigh me by over fifty pounds, he’s an inept bottom feeder who hasn’t a clue about fashion or style or anything. I’d never be accepted into the popular ranks if he took me to the prom.”

Betty and Donna, as well as Libby, were all close enough to overhear the entire conversation between mother and daughter.

Betty rigidly declared her opinion, “I had enough of that shallow princess__.”

Donna agreed, “I hear you loud and clear. Perhaps she would appreciate her mother’s lack of willpower and hefty appetite if she was an overeater herself?”

Betty sardonically smiled, “Ah yes and Colleen could lose a few pounds without the persistent hunger?”

Colleen pushed away her plate, “That does it for me, I’m full!”

Gwen looked at her mom, half grinning with pride, “I guess my little lecture did the trick.,,,, ummm, no reason letting the rest of your sandwich go to waste. Mind if I have it?”

Coleen, surprised, assented with a shrug of her shoulders.

Gwen’s initial bite was modest in size; washing it down with her apple juice, she took another.

Donna grinned with pleasure, “Wouldn’t it be nice to watch Gwen become a hog?”

“Serves her right”, Betty responded with malice.

Gwen fluttered her eyes, “This sandwich is actually quite tasty, mom. Would it be out of the question if I got another?”

Colleen shrugged her shoulders, “I suppose, but wasn’t your chili filling?”

Gwen bounced off her seat, “Nope! The sandwich kind of woke my appetite!”

Colleen dug into her purse, handing Gwen a ten, “Very well, but don’t take too long, remember we have to find you a gown for prom.”

As Gwen made a beeline to the Subway Sandwich shop, Betty decided upon relaxing Gwen’s high standards in more ways then one. A few minutes later, Gwen returned. Her food tray was loaded with a beef and cheese sub, potato chips and cookies.

Colleen watched as Gwen took his seat, “That’s quite a meal, think you can finish all that?”

Gwen spoke while taking a hefty bite out of the sandwich, “Yup! I’m starving!”

Betty and Donna could barely control their giggles as Gwen chewed loudly and snorted, “Mum, I think you have a……good idea, all those gowns I looked at were too expensive.”

Colleen nodded. Gwen crumpled a handful of chips into her mouth, grunting that, “Those shops over at Peacock Alley have plenty of nice dresses, we could shop there.”

“You don’t mind?” a by now perplexed Colleen asked.

Gwen wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, burping before responding in a squeaking timbre, “Yeah, why pay a lot of cash for a gown I’ll probably wear only once.”

Donna bumped up against Betty, “That’s a good call on her part, she’ll have to buy a whole new wardrobe in a month if she keeps eating like that?”

“She will!”, Betty confidently concurred. The sub sandwich vanished between Gwen’s lips, the chips followed and then the cookies.

Gwen slammed down the remainder of her apple juice, “Ah mom, is it true what you said about Marshall?”

Colleen nodded, “Yes, why?”

Gwen stretched, her hands high in the air, her slightly bloated belly on full display, “Because I was thinking, since no one has asked me to the prom yet, I might as well go with him.”

Colleen smiled, “Really? You sure?”

Gwen shook her head, “Yeah, he is nice and everything.”

Colleen stood up, “Sure, okay. Let’s run over to Peacock Alley and see about your gown.”

Gwen lifted her body upward in a sluggish manner, “Sure, while we’re there, let’s get some ice cream.”

Betty and Donna snickered as Gwen followed her mother out of the food court area on their way to the discount variety of shops located at the Peacock Alley section of the mall. Donna smiled, “Wouldn’t it be awesome to see what Gwen’s like a few year’s for now _?”

** As with Desiree, all it took was a nod of Libby’s head with her eyes closed for Donna and Betty to catch a glimpse of Gwen some years later in the future, actually approximately five years later.

Peacock Alley was no longer a loathsome chain of second class shops for Gwen but owing to her low maintenance attitude and size, the key place for purchasing her wardrobe.

Colleen on the other hand, who had managed to lose weight and was now just under 235 pounds, usually went to one of the superior BBW boutiques located in the heart of the mall. She was clothed in a beautiful striped dress and her hair meticulously groomed. She waited outside of the dinky little shop for her daughter, one hand holding her trendy looking shopping bag, the other hand clenching a bottle of water.

The crowd was tame by any standard, Colleen’s day was made when an older gentleman actually checked her out. Stepping within the doorway, Colleen looked around, smiling when she noticed her daughter over at the cash register paying for the sweater she picked up for only $9.00.

Gwen by contrast was barely recognizable now. The brown hair that once was magnificently prepared was now set in short mangled braids that appeared fixed in a hurry. Gwen’s swollen cheeks and pulpy double chin distorted her facial features, though still naturally pretty, it granted her the appearance of a girl who had a constant appetite.

This was an undeniable fact. It had been some years now since Gwen even attempted to use cosmetics or dress in style. The dark blue hooded sweatshirt snuggly encased her upper body, revealing her large upper arms and huge bust, adding dimension to her colossal belly and pudgy waist. The burgundy colored sweat pants were a better fit, cradling her humongous caboose and contouring to the width of her walloping tree trunk size thighs. Gwen’s plump cheeks inflated to twice their size when she approached her mom, “I got me the sweater and a new pair of spandex slacks!”

Colleen nodded at her 319-pound daughter, “You did fine, honey.”

“Marshall suggested I should dress a little more colorful and so that’s why I picked up light green and turquoise slacks.”

Marshall was now Gwen’s steady beau. Their relationship was solid and though Marshall was once fifty pounds heavier than Gwen, it was obviously now the reverse. And by more than fifty pounds.

Colleen shifted her body toward the exit, “I have all I need, ready to head back home.”

Gwen’s spongy second chin advanced in thickness as her mouth opened, “Mother! Remember we were going to have a lunch!”

Colleen gazed at her daughter’s pudgy face, her eyes next coasting over her blubbery figure, “Well honey, my intention was to have lunch at home. A fruit salad and tuna fish.”

Gwen swung her shopping bag toward Harvey’s Cheap Family Dining, “They have shrimp today, all you can eat for ten dollars.”

Colleen’s posture straightened, “I really don’t think that’s best. I know Maeshall’s like your Dad in liking bigger women but ….”

“Oh Please!”, Gwen whined, a habit that she developed once her body began to swell.

“… according to your overeaters anonymous program, all you can eat buffets are to be avoided.”

“Fine!”, Gwen squawked, “Can I at least order a pizza until we get home and then I’ll have the tuna salad. ?”

Colleen agreed, “Okay, I’ll order you a small veggie pizza.”

Gwen’s voice cracked as she complained, “A small pizza is like a snack, I want a medium!”

Colleen trailed ahead of her daughter, catering to her request, “I suppose_.” **

She wondered why she bothered trying … she knew all Gwen needed to do was suggest a buffet to Marshall and he’d do it.

~~~~~~~~ The glimpse into the future subsided, Donna and Betty were positively delighted with the results.

[Observer]

Donna snuck her hand into the bag of chips, the very moment Daphne Chan strolled by. Daphne Chan was a former friend from high school, more or less. She was an Oriental American female. Despite having four children had a meticulously slender figure and a noteworthy career as a legal assistant.

Though her face was indeed round, her silky black hair set in a pageboy hairstyle flattered her comely features and her dynamic 125-pound body looked tactful in a peach colored blouse and plaid knee high skirt. Her soft eyes peering over Donna with contempt matching her closed lips smirk.

Betty received the same icy stare, prompting her to address Daphne, “Hello, I see you brought the kids with you today.”

Daphne’s voice was a little too perky, “Yes, I had a early day at the office, thus I decided to take the children out for a breather while I looked over the new spring wardrobe at Macys.”

Donna nibbled away on the chips, “Work is going well I gather?”

Daphne shook her head, standing with her hand over her hip, displaying her curvaceous figure, “Quite well. I’ve now office manager, but I really admire you two.”

“How’s that?”, Betty asked, completely puzzled.

Evidently the remark was bathed in contempt, “Having the strength to lead such a subdued life without worrying about a career, snubbing your nose at ambition.”

“Really?”, Donna yielded a candy smile, thinking about what could happen with her and Betty’s mysteriously acquired talent. .

Daphne spied momentarily on her children then sardonically smirked, “I’m amazed looking at the both of you, having the courage to lose your figures and going along with the traditional blissful domestic role.”

The friends sat with detached expressions while Daphne summed up in conclusion, “I really have to hand it to you. My ambition lies out of the house and I’m a especially rigid when it comes to counting calories.”

Betty looked at Donna, “That’s very nice?”

Daphne called out to her kids like a drill sergeant, “Children! We’ve wasted enough time here, let’s go for some fat free yogurt!”

Daphne flamboyantly buzzed to the friends as she waltzed away, “Nice talking to you two, enjoy your meals.”

Betty and Donna watched while Daphne marched away with her brood in single file.

“You know what?”, Betty inquired with a half grin.

Donna guzzled her soft drink before replying, “I think we’re on the same page?”

Betty helped herself to Donna’s chips, “What if her career was centered around the house? her ambition reserved for cooking and cleaning and her figure resembling the typical housewife?”

“Stereotypical”, Donna laughed, “Entirely domesticated and free from counting calories.”

Betty swung her body in Daphne’s direction, “I have one for ya, what if her figure continued to expand with every child?”

Donna patted her swollen belly, “Never losing the baby weight? Superb!”

Libby nodded with approval.

Daphne’s pompous stride converted into a unassuming waddle. Her figure than started to inflate as her weight increased and her clothing changed to accommodate her size and role. The preppy attire that had clung to her slender frame was now a silk housedress that barely contained her bloated body. Teal in color with red flowers and green leaves, the tent size dress revealed every pound of her spacious body.

Her upper arms and bust became especially large, her enormous round belly jetted outward and several thick rolls circled her pulpy waist. Daphne’s hips were now abnormally wide and her authentic bubble butt slightly jiggled over her hefty thighs. Her cute face received a double chin with a third in development and her cheeks swelled to chipmunk proportions.

The 200-pound Daphne Chan walked right by the frozen yogurt stand and opted instead for ice cream. Donna and Betty giggled as Daphne bought cones for her kids and then ordered a banana split for herself, mentioning with enthusiasm, “We’ll go to the park afterwards and then I have a little laundry to do before making dinner!”

~~~ Five years into the future, Daphne was another sixty pounds heavier and a stay at home mom. Active in the PTA with a supportive husband who was mystified by his wife’s transformation he wsas focused on her kids rsther thn the status and weight of others ~~~~.

Donna finished her chips, “This is fun, I wonder how we’re doing this?”

“Beats me.” Betty laughed, “Who cares!”

Donna peered toward the edge of the food court, “Isn’t that your neighbor, Sandy something?”

Betty exhaled, “Sandra Danner, what a pain in the ass.”

“Is she still bugging you about joining that fitness center she works at?”

Betty folded her arms as she dished the details, “In many ways, Sandy is kind of nice, but I really wished she stopped the sales pitch.”

Sandra Danner, age 24 who labored as an aerobic instructor was undoubtedly easy on the eyes. Her light brownish-blond hair was arranged in a bouncy ponytail that advanced the pretty features of her gentle face. Her trim figure was clad in a basic gold colored T-shirt that displayed her ample bust and narrow waist along with dark gray sweats that highlighted her delicate round tush and lean thighs. There was a crisp smile to her face, equal to the vivacious nature of her character.

“How do you mean?”

“I just wish she had a different career and stopped annoying me”, Betty grumbled. Betty had no sooner finished her wish when Sandra began to change. A loose curl extended over her forehead and a limp quality overtook her ponytail. The firm texture of her body promptly soften, her bust drooped slightly as she received a plump potbelly.

It was then that Sandra’s upper arms developed flabby chicken wings and two thick rolls circled her fuller waist. The defined features of her pretty face diminished, from diamond to oval shaped. Puffy cheeks and a decent double chin emerged. Sandra’s facial appearance was still pretty but in a more inhibited manner. Her hips became marginally wider as her butt swelled and her thighs progressively fatten.

“She doesn’t look like a fitness instructor anymore”, Donna stated the obvious.

“Nope, not even close”, Betty agreed.

Donna waved Sandra over and while they spoke, she shamefully admitted, “Yeah, the center let me go, I’m working at the supermarket now.”

Betty needed to ask, “You’re still working out and stuff? Going to get back in shape?”

Sandra gripped her potbelly, “Nah, don’t think so? Staying in shape is such hard work.”

Donna nodded as Sandra confided, “I’m only 165-pounds, no big deal. I don’t see myself getting any fatter.”

** With that comment, the friends were briefly treated to a representation of Sandra a year into the future. Roughly 200-pounds and an unenergetic couch potato with no motivation in working out. **

Betty smiled, “Well, I think being slim is overrated, you’ll be okay Sandy.”

Sandra adjusted her sweats, her pudgy rump going airborne, “Yeah, I guess? I’ll see you all later, I need to buy some new clothes.”

Libby was amused by the friends, bringing down to earth those who were vain and proud. But she didn’t want them to get used to the gimmick. She removed all knowledge of their wishes being granted, though keeping the transformations in tune to their request as if it was just coincidence as to the changes received.

Desiree had fattened after high school; Colleen was no longer an overeater but Gwen certainly was; Daphne Chan was a stay at home housewife who continued to gain weight with every child and Sandra became somewhat lazy and unobtrusive.

Libby listened and smiled as the friends gushed over the people they had seen, not remembering their role:

“Wow, didn’t Desiree get heavy_?”

“Sandy doesn’t annoy me so much anymore_.”

Libby was about to leave, she had an appointment to keep and it was getting late. However, she had barely left the food court when she overheard Betty and Donna again being ridiculed, this time by complete strangers.

Libby glanced at her watch, there was still enough time, she would handle this pair of divas herself.

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