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Madame Zalara (magic, ~SWG, ~BBW)

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GooberDude737

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~BBW (Multiple), Magic, ~MWG - an anthology of the handiwork of a talented gypsy

Author's note: I'm trying something different here, figured I'd make a character that I can keep using, and if anyone has any ideas like situation or girl descriptions they want to see feel free to e-mail mail and i'll put one together.

Madame Zalara
by Gooberdude

Amy

Amy was a stuck up bitch. She thought she was better than everyone and treated them all like dirt. No one knew why Marcy was friends with her; she treated her like crap too. Amy was always putting Marcy down and insulting her and yet Marcy continued to hang out with her, maybe she saw something no one else did.

The girls did grow up together and Amy wasn’t always such a bitch, in fact she used to be quite sweet, until they became teenagers. Amy was blessed with a large chest and ample rear, same as Marcy, but Marcy never stopped growing.

Amy was 5’6 and 115 pounds with a definite hourglass figure. 26 C chest, curly blonde hair and blue eyes, no one was prettier than Amy and that’s what caused her to act so high and mighty. Amy never had to do anything for herself, if she didn’t get guys to do it in hopes for a date; girls always wanted to become popular through her and so also followed her. Marcy didn’t care about popularity; she just liked to have fun and was more concerned over having a goof future.

Marcy was 5’7 260 pounds and had brown hair that was thick and straight. She would have an hourglass figure except that her belly stuck out further than her 40 D chest.

Marcy was Amy’s only friend, no one ever hung out with her after school because they didn’t like being insulted. Even if they were just a few pounds heavier she would make fun of them. Amy was always making fun of fat girls and was always telling Marcy to diet. She would jiggle her gut and call her a pig whenever she saw her eating, which was a lot.

Marcy was a great cook, had been for some time. One of the reasons she gained so much weight was from constantly trying new foods she was making. She always tried to get Amy involved but she’d just make a crack about not wanting to be a fat slob.

After graduation the two girls moved into an apartment together and got a job in a bakery. As soon as they walked into the place Amy made a comment about all the fat women, how if they just stopped shoving cupcakes in their mouth they’d lose a few pounds.

Marcy would always just ignore these comments and change the subject, she used to try and correct Amy but she was just getting harder to reason with. Whenever Amy was around fat girls she was always rude.

Her first job didn’t go any differently than high school though; Amy was always loafing around and making Marcy do all the work. Marcy never complained to Amy because if she did she knew she’d have to listen to her insults, besides she enjoyed baking the cupcakes and it was helping her pay for cooking college.

Amy didn’t have any plans for her future. She figured she’d marry some rich man and not have to worry about working, so she wasn’t even in college. Marcy tried getting her to take some classes with her, but Amy would rather lie around at home. Amy was working the counter one day while Marcy was making a few more batches of cupcakes when an short old fat lady came into the shop and ordered a dozen cupcakes. As usual Amy made a comment about her weight, thinking she wouldn’t hear it,

“Ha, do you think you really need a cupcake fatty?”

The woman did hear her and responded, “Excuse me deary? Kind of rude don’t you think?”

Amy was stunned for a split second but immediately responded,

“Not at all, if you put on any more weight you’ll roll away, seriously skip the sweets and go on a diet before you kill yourself.”

Amy didn’t know who she was dealing with; this was Madame Zalara, a 500 year old gypsy woman who loved to punish people who mistreated others. She could read a person’s life just by looking into their eyes and could change things in their past but allow them to keep the original memories.

Looking at Amy, Madame Zalara spouted off what sounded like gibberish. Afterwards Amy felt a chill go down her spine. “Woah, that was weird, anyway here are your cupcakes pig, try not to eat them all in one sitting.”

With which Madame Zalara responded, “Oh an the same to you.”

After Madame Zalara left Amy started to feel a little weird. Her stomach gurgled and growled louder than she’s ever felt. Marcy came out of the back and said, “Oh, sounds like someone’s hungry, here taste this cupcake I just made tell me what you think.”

Amy grabbed the cupcake and started chowing down, not even realizing that she normally never ate things like this. Marcy offered her another and she responded, “I really shouldn’t have eaten that one, I mean you don’t get a body like this by pigging out on sweets, you get a body like yours.”

She then poked Marcy in the belly.

Normally Marcy would have just ignored this remark but instead she said, “That’s not like you, your normally all over the free cupcakes, besides you’ve put on a few pounds yourself!”

She laughed as she poked Amy in her belly.

Amy just went into the back to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her normally svelte face was looking slightly plump. Her larger perky chest looked larger but softer than normal. As she looked down she noticed her toned muscular stomach was no more. Instead she had what she referred to as a spare tire. Enough of a gut to grab ahold of even. She turned and gasped as she noticed her once tight ass was now soft and bouncy.

As She left the bathroom in shock she spoke to herself, ‘this isn’t right, just a moment ago I was fit and toned, what happened!?’

Marcy, overhearing, responded, “What are you talking about? You haven’t been toned since we started here, your always pigging out on the free sweets we get, you’re about 4 short of a dozen cupcakes today alone”

Amy knew that wasn’t right, but it had to be true, it was the only thing that explained her gut. Amy sat down at the break room table to figure out why she had gained so much weight so quickly and was mindlessly munching on the cupcakes. Her pants started to feel extremely tight.

She looked down and noticed her gut was not only hanging out of her shirt but it was larger and resting in her lap. Her jeans transformed into a pair of oversized yoga pants to make room for her new large ass and thunder thighs. She looked at herself again in the mirror. As she examined herself she thought,' Man, I’ve gotten so fat just now, I knew I shouldn’t have eaten any cupcakes, ugh look at this gut, not only can I not suck it in, but it keeps poking out of my shirt. And when did I change pants? Oh well those jeans were way too restricting anyways…’

Marcy came back in to the breakroom and saw Amy eating even more cupcakes. “I was wondering if you were ever coming back up front or not, you must have wanted to hit that dozen huh, haha”

Amy asked, “Marcy, whats happeneing to me, how’d I get so fat?”

Marcy responded “What are you talking about? Back in 11th grade you broke your foot and put on like 30 pounds and you were never able to lose it. Then when we started here you’ve added another 10 or 20. Did you hit your head or something?”

Amy was in shock, she doesn’t remember ever breaking anything but at the same time it must be true.

Marcy then said, “You know what, come to think of it you were pretty chubby even back then. Remember, in like 8th grade I started cooking and you were my taster. I wasn’t sure what I was doing back then so I would put like so much chocolate and butter in everything! Ha, you just plumped right up, you were so mad at me too cause I hadn’t gained that much since you were doing all the tasting.”

As Marcy said this Amy felt herself swell. She looked down and all she could see was her chest resting on her belly. Her ass had completely stretched out her now size 18 yoga pants and her love handles and belly hung over them, exposed from the shirt that just barely fit.

Marcy continued, “In high school we were always trying to out eat each other, you didn’t like being the fatter one but you always have been. I caught up to you in 11th grade and we both weighed around 250, but when you broke your foot but those extra 30 pounds really pushed you past me. And of course you haven’t stopped pigging out since we started working here, it doesn’t help that you signed up to me my official taste tester for college."

She mused "As soon as our replacements get here we were headed to the mall to get you some bigger clothes, maybe this time we should get you some a few sizes too big so you have room to grow you little piggy!”

With that she grabbed Amy’s belly and gave it a jiggle. Amy could remember that that wasn’t true, but the new memories were quickly filling her head. She wanted to fight, but how could she. Her new body wasn’t used to working out.

In her old life she woke up early to run and had at least two 30 minute workouts a day, but in this life she never exercised. Whenever she tried she gave up quickly so she had no muscles whatsoever. Not only that but she could barely fight the cravings, she was eating and not even realizing it. Amy now weighed 320 pounds, and as Marcy had guessed she would continue to grow.
 

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