~BBW, magic, ~MWG - the reality changer undoes the work of a fat camp and rebuilds four lives for the better
Libby was enjoying her usual coffee break at the small family style eatery where she toiled while saving cash for college.
A short distance away a pair of high school seniors were deeply discussing the impending Autumn Festival Dance. Naturally Libby couldn’t resist eavesdropping and wasn’t at all ashamed about it.
Elizabeth Cabot was the much more animated of the pair in the discussion and why shouldn’t she be. Extremely preppy and popular, her roving black mane tracing her shoulders, captivating features and an authentic hourglass figure garbed in a snug olive green colored T-shirt and snazzy blue jeans.
This chick spoke a mile a minute about the event as well as the after the dance festivities.
Her friend, Ella Hankle occasionally commented but she wasn’t all that excited.
A genuinely nice young lady, Ella didn’t exactly exert herself in after school activities due to her weight. A sort of wallflower, Ella’s blond hair wilted downward, a patch of acne over her cute yet chubby face. Roughly 190-pounds, Ella was casually dressed albeit once removed in a blah yellow sweater and purple stretch slacks decorated with pink polka dots.
What particularly caught Libby’s interest was the manner in which Ella shifted her body whenever Elizabeth brought up her escort for the dance, Blaine Lafitte. Libby caught the gist of it, Ella had introduced Blaine to Elizabeth and though there were only friends, still harbored an unadulterated attraction to him.
“You knew when I introduced you to Blaine that I liked him”, Ella commented, “Do you have any idea how uncomfortable I’ll be at the dance when you’re his date.”
Elizabeth was conspicuously nonchalant, “Really Ella, nothing personal but I’m more Blaine’s type.”
“I’m reminded of that every time somebody brings up my weight”, Ella nasally sighed.
Elizabeth could have been a little nicer but that would have clashed with her snooty disposition, “It’s your own fault that you’re fat. We both were getting plump during freshman year but while I took the effort in controlling my appetite, you just continued to pig out.”
“I’m a pig?”, Ella gaped.
Elizabeth tilted her head, manufacturing a candy smile, “I didn’t mean it like that. I really meant you’re much too liberal with the amount of food you eat.”
Ella sipped her chocolate shake, her voice barely audible upon responding, “Dieting isn’t so easy for me, you learned too manage your appetite_.”
Libby used her macabre talent and zipped through Elizabeth’s mind. Elizabeth did indeed value Ella as her best friend but having a friend heavier than her worked to her advantage. It made Elizabeth stand out and trounced any chance for rivalry with the guys.
Ella’s whining about her weight issues didn’t seem to bother Elizabeth at all. Matter of fact, Elizabeth relished it. It made her feel superior. However, Libby found Ella’s squawking taxing and Elizabeth’s conceited attitude a little too pompous.
“Don’t let her make you feel like a loser”, Libby suggested to Ella while releasing subliminal messages, “Stand up for yourself and elaborate on the facts.”
Ella paused for a moment, her whimpering replaced with a daring summary of the facts.
“You’re very lucky you didn’t inherit your mother’s genes”, Ella told the startled Elizabeth, “And you were heavier than me when you joined that fat camp the summer before sophomore year.”
“Whoa!”, Elizabeth blurted in genuine embarrassment, “You made your point. Could we please get back to the subject at hand?”
Ella was adamant in her decision, “I’m still not going to that stupid dance.”
Elizabeth, nibbling on her salad, tried to coax Ella’s attendance, “If you’re worried about not having a chaperone, I know Quincy Sparks would be pleased to take you.”
Quincy Sparks was a mutual friend of theirs. A big time comic book fan and science fiction aficionado, Quincy was mildly handsome with brown hair, and a smidge overweight. Though many thought Quincy a bit of a nerd, he was ever conscientious and intelligent.
Ella didn’t quibble but asserted the truth, “You know I’m very fond of Quincy but our friendship is much too important to chance ruining it over the wrong signals.”
“I didn’t say you had to marry him”, Elizabeth retorted.
Ella giggled, “You two were getting close before you were bitten by the popularity bug.”
Libby employed her arcane ability unto Elizabeth as the preppy chick was about to reply and revved up her appetite.
“I suppose I was sort of smitten with Quincy, he’s no Blaine but is very sweet”, Elizabeth casually remarked while snatching a handful of Ella’s fries.
Ella smiled, “Imagine if you never lost weight, you’d be outrageously delighted to attend the dance with Quincy.”
Elizabeth politely reached for Ella’s milkshake, “Well, I suppose I’d be a big fat nerd, so what? I’m not.”
Ella watched as Elizabeth enjoyed a lengthy sip of the milkshake, and then gobbled up a few more fries before pushing her salad aside.
“I’m going to get a cheeseburger…fries too”, Elizabeth grinned.
Ella laughed, “Throwing caution to the wind?”
Elizabeth stood up, “My diet isn’t all that strict, I can indulge in cheeseburgers now and then. I just don’t go overboard.”
Elizabeth wandered by Libby, their eyes locking together. Elizabeth exaggerating her strut, looked at Libby as if she was a social misfit.
Libby flashed Elisabeth a crooked smile.
Elizabeth continued onward to the service counter.
"Weirdo”, she softly uttered.
Libby serenely warbled, “Nerd.”
Elizabeth reached the service counter, fidgeting with her thick granny style glasses as she read the menu overhead.
Libby’s co-worker, Denise, stood in silence as Elizabeth studied her list of options, never realizing that this was the same chick that had earlier ordered a salad and diet cola.
Elizabeth’s black hair dangled over her shoulders, minus the bouncy texture and was excessively greasy.
Acne covered her fuller cheeks and forehead while she now had a mouth full of braces.
“Um, can I please have a cheeseburger”, Elizabeth snorted, “extra slice of cheese too, if it’s okay?”
Denise, a pretty gal, pleasingly plump with red hair, nodded, “Anything else?”
Elizabeth’s well developed rack had diminished in size, from a 36-C to a 32-A, and there was spurt of growth in her hips and waist, the hourglass figure had become a pear.
“Hmm, I tried my friend’s milkshake and it was super-cool delicious!”, Elizabeth screeched.
Denise was happy to oblige Elizabeth, “You want a milkshake?”
Elizabeth’s wardrobe was downgraded too a pale pink T-shirt with the Jonas Brothers logo over her flat chest and plaid sweatpants. Furthermore, there was a roundness to her not so trim belly and muffin tops pouring over the waistband.
Elizabeth chimed in a nasally warble, “Yes indeed-itly!”
“Just a minute”, Denise told Elizabeth.
Elizabeth’s posterior was roomier and her thighs verged on the chunky side.
Libby glanced over to Ella, and rearranged her reality.
Ella’s blond hair had streaks of brown, a bit curly, it outlined her beautiful diamond shaped face that now didn’t own a trace of acne. It was Ella that went to fat camp and the results were clearly obvious by her slender, 125-pound figure. Likewise, Ella’s black T-shirt complimented the shape and size of her amply-endowed cleavage, just like the blue skirt showed off her smooth round behind and trim thighs.
IN THE GOTH CHICK’S WEB
By Matt L.
By Matt L.
Libby was enjoying her usual coffee break at the small family style eatery where she toiled while saving cash for college.
A short distance away a pair of high school seniors were deeply discussing the impending Autumn Festival Dance. Naturally Libby couldn’t resist eavesdropping and wasn’t at all ashamed about it.
Elizabeth Cabot was the much more animated of the pair in the discussion and why shouldn’t she be. Extremely preppy and popular, her roving black mane tracing her shoulders, captivating features and an authentic hourglass figure garbed in a snug olive green colored T-shirt and snazzy blue jeans.
This chick spoke a mile a minute about the event as well as the after the dance festivities.
Her friend, Ella Hankle occasionally commented but she wasn’t all that excited.
A genuinely nice young lady, Ella didn’t exactly exert herself in after school activities due to her weight. A sort of wallflower, Ella’s blond hair wilted downward, a patch of acne over her cute yet chubby face. Roughly 190-pounds, Ella was casually dressed albeit once removed in a blah yellow sweater and purple stretch slacks decorated with pink polka dots.
What particularly caught Libby’s interest was the manner in which Ella shifted her body whenever Elizabeth brought up her escort for the dance, Blaine Lafitte. Libby caught the gist of it, Ella had introduced Blaine to Elizabeth and though there were only friends, still harbored an unadulterated attraction to him.
“You knew when I introduced you to Blaine that I liked him”, Ella commented, “Do you have any idea how uncomfortable I’ll be at the dance when you’re his date.”
Elizabeth was conspicuously nonchalant, “Really Ella, nothing personal but I’m more Blaine’s type.”
“I’m reminded of that every time somebody brings up my weight”, Ella nasally sighed.
Elizabeth could have been a little nicer but that would have clashed with her snooty disposition, “It’s your own fault that you’re fat. We both were getting plump during freshman year but while I took the effort in controlling my appetite, you just continued to pig out.”
“I’m a pig?”, Ella gaped.
Elizabeth tilted her head, manufacturing a candy smile, “I didn’t mean it like that. I really meant you’re much too liberal with the amount of food you eat.”
Ella sipped her chocolate shake, her voice barely audible upon responding, “Dieting isn’t so easy for me, you learned too manage your appetite_.”
Libby used her macabre talent and zipped through Elizabeth’s mind. Elizabeth did indeed value Ella as her best friend but having a friend heavier than her worked to her advantage. It made Elizabeth stand out and trounced any chance for rivalry with the guys.
Ella’s whining about her weight issues didn’t seem to bother Elizabeth at all. Matter of fact, Elizabeth relished it. It made her feel superior. However, Libby found Ella’s squawking taxing and Elizabeth’s conceited attitude a little too pompous.
“Don’t let her make you feel like a loser”, Libby suggested to Ella while releasing subliminal messages, “Stand up for yourself and elaborate on the facts.”
Ella paused for a moment, her whimpering replaced with a daring summary of the facts.
“You’re very lucky you didn’t inherit your mother’s genes”, Ella told the startled Elizabeth, “And you were heavier than me when you joined that fat camp the summer before sophomore year.”
“Whoa!”, Elizabeth blurted in genuine embarrassment, “You made your point. Could we please get back to the subject at hand?”
Ella was adamant in her decision, “I’m still not going to that stupid dance.”
Elizabeth, nibbling on her salad, tried to coax Ella’s attendance, “If you’re worried about not having a chaperone, I know Quincy Sparks would be pleased to take you.”
Quincy Sparks was a mutual friend of theirs. A big time comic book fan and science fiction aficionado, Quincy was mildly handsome with brown hair, and a smidge overweight. Though many thought Quincy a bit of a nerd, he was ever conscientious and intelligent.
Ella didn’t quibble but asserted the truth, “You know I’m very fond of Quincy but our friendship is much too important to chance ruining it over the wrong signals.”
“I didn’t say you had to marry him”, Elizabeth retorted.
Ella giggled, “You two were getting close before you were bitten by the popularity bug.”
Libby employed her arcane ability unto Elizabeth as the preppy chick was about to reply and revved up her appetite.
“I suppose I was sort of smitten with Quincy, he’s no Blaine but is very sweet”, Elizabeth casually remarked while snatching a handful of Ella’s fries.
Ella smiled, “Imagine if you never lost weight, you’d be outrageously delighted to attend the dance with Quincy.”
Elizabeth politely reached for Ella’s milkshake, “Well, I suppose I’d be a big fat nerd, so what? I’m not.”
Ella watched as Elizabeth enjoyed a lengthy sip of the milkshake, and then gobbled up a few more fries before pushing her salad aside.
“I’m going to get a cheeseburger…fries too”, Elizabeth grinned.
Ella laughed, “Throwing caution to the wind?”
Elizabeth stood up, “My diet isn’t all that strict, I can indulge in cheeseburgers now and then. I just don’t go overboard.”
Elizabeth wandered by Libby, their eyes locking together. Elizabeth exaggerating her strut, looked at Libby as if she was a social misfit.
Libby flashed Elisabeth a crooked smile.
Elizabeth continued onward to the service counter.
"Weirdo”, she softly uttered.
Libby serenely warbled, “Nerd.”
Elizabeth reached the service counter, fidgeting with her thick granny style glasses as she read the menu overhead.
Libby’s co-worker, Denise, stood in silence as Elizabeth studied her list of options, never realizing that this was the same chick that had earlier ordered a salad and diet cola.
Elizabeth’s black hair dangled over her shoulders, minus the bouncy texture and was excessively greasy.
Acne covered her fuller cheeks and forehead while she now had a mouth full of braces.
“Um, can I please have a cheeseburger”, Elizabeth snorted, “extra slice of cheese too, if it’s okay?”
Denise, a pretty gal, pleasingly plump with red hair, nodded, “Anything else?”
Elizabeth’s well developed rack had diminished in size, from a 36-C to a 32-A, and there was spurt of growth in her hips and waist, the hourglass figure had become a pear.
“Hmm, I tried my friend’s milkshake and it was super-cool delicious!”, Elizabeth screeched.
Denise was happy to oblige Elizabeth, “You want a milkshake?”
Elizabeth’s wardrobe was downgraded too a pale pink T-shirt with the Jonas Brothers logo over her flat chest and plaid sweatpants. Furthermore, there was a roundness to her not so trim belly and muffin tops pouring over the waistband.
Elizabeth chimed in a nasally warble, “Yes indeed-itly!”
“Just a minute”, Denise told Elizabeth.
Elizabeth’s posterior was roomier and her thighs verged on the chunky side.
Libby glanced over to Ella, and rearranged her reality.
Ella’s blond hair had streaks of brown, a bit curly, it outlined her beautiful diamond shaped face that now didn’t own a trace of acne. It was Ella that went to fat camp and the results were clearly obvious by her slender, 125-pound figure. Likewise, Ella’s black T-shirt complimented the shape and size of her amply-endowed cleavage, just like the blue skirt showed off her smooth round behind and trim thighs.
