Fatchat Story

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“OOUARRRPPH!!!  Ooohrgh… m-maybe I SHOULD’VE stopped earlier…”

The pig slowly rolled forward onto her gurgling, sloshing gut, grunting softly and snorting without realizing it.  She blinked slowly, struggling to stay lucid as that massive meal slowly churned inside of her, slowly digesting into pure pork-fat on her frame.  She lazily reached up to brush her now-blue hair to the side as she looked down over her pointed snout.  “Stupid...stupid idiot.  When I get my hands back on you, you’d...mrfh…”

She struggled to complete that thought.

“When I...snrrkh...catch you, you’d better change me back…and get me bigger clothes.”

Her cloved hands struggled to knead and soothe what little belly she could reach beyond her plumpened bosom.  It was soft.  Taut, yes, and over-full, but soft still to the touch.  Probably like what that magician’s stomach felt like.  Disgusting.  She let out another dissatisfied snort and lightly gave her stomach a slap.  It wobbled and rolled; soft, gentle waves of adipose rolled through her behemoth of a belly, all collecting around her navel.  A soft sigh escaped her muzzle...the fact that it was a MUZZLE repulsed her.  “You couldn’t just make me FAT though, could you?  Nuh, you HAD to make me a fucking PIG like you are...pig.”

The tip of her tail twitched some as she let her face sink into her cleavage.  Thoughts of how she looked a mere five hours ago ran through her mind, reminding the pig girl of how she used to look.  A trim, blonde beauty, one that drew EVERYONE’S attention from the slightest of struts, the kind that was made for magazine covers, for photoshoots, for maybe even some screen time.  And now?  Gone.  Pink, rubbery-like skin, a bulbous snout, disgusting-looking hands and feet, a TAIL, and, of course, her fat.

Her fat, disgusting, abhorrent gut.

…

“Pig.”

She didn’t direct it at the rotund magician who had transformed her this time.  No, her tone was more...observant?  As if she was just stating the obvious.

“Pig.”

Yeah, that’s what he was.  That’s what SHE was now.  That’s what she was gonna change back away from.  Once, of course, she found that fatass.

“Pig…”

But, it would have to wait.  At the very least, until she digested her five-hour feast.  She couldn’t get her overstretched stomach up off of the ground no matter how she tried.  Maybe it’d be better once it wasn’t a good hundred or so pounds of food just sitting there.  No, all she could do was wait.  She couldn’t even sit down, that’s how imposing her gut was.  Instead, all she could do was lean against her gut and wait it out, lazing about and growing fat, just like a…

“...Pig.”

Like a pig.  Like a bloated, fat, warm sow.  Like a hog, fattened up intentionally.

…

At least her stomach felt nice.  Full.  Something she hadn’t felt in years, really.  Yeah, it was disgusting, but the soft gurgles, the occasional bourble, the frequent hissing and sloshing...yeah, it was gross.  But, in a weird way, it was...calming.  Soothing.  It quelled her rage, even if it was just the slow onset of a food-coma.  No, it wasn’t just that.  It was something more.

“...Pig…”

Her tail twitched again as she let her hand drift along one of her newly-developed fat-folds.  It, too, was warm.  And squishy.  Kind of like a stressball, but less...fake.  No, this was real.  For better or for worse.  ...No?

“Pig..~”

No.  Not for the worse.  For better or for...itself.  Whatever ‘it’ was, it wasn’t ‘worse.  It was nice.  Not GOOD, mind you, but nice.  She couldn’t help but smile a bit as she felt her eigth course tumble down inside, freeing up more room and leaving her feeling less bloated.  Still, very much full though.  VERY much so.

“Piiiig~”

Perhaps...it wasn’t all that bad?  Maybe, it was sort of a blessing in disguise?  No one would recognize her.  So, she wouldn’t have to worry about anyone calling her a fat, fallen beauty.  Besides, aside from the whole, ‘being an actual pig girl,’ thing, she had blue hair.  It was a far cry from her blonde locks.  She’d be free to start a new name.  Maybe?  It’d be worth a try.  She could probably get pity-food for a few days.

...food.
“Pig~!”

Yes, she was a pig.  She was a very FAT pig.  But above that, she was a HUNGRY pig.  That was normal though, right?  Pigs are supposed to be big and fat.  And since she was MUCH bigger than the average pig, even before she took the first bite of her feast?  Well, that meant that she was only going to be that much fatter.  Not like she could fight it.  That’d involve finding the magician and trying to convince him that she learned her lesson.

And if she proved it, she’d be turned back into a human.

…

Though…

Was it worth it?

“Gwrfgh...nuhh…”

No.  No, it wasn’t.

Maybe a simpler existance would be...nicer.  Or maybe that was her returning appetite.  She couldn’t really say for certain.  Though, it didn’t really matter to her.  There was only one thing that did.  And it was a simple thing, really.  A simple thing, for a simple, morbidly-obese pig girl.

“I can’t...but…”

“...I’m hungry.”

She chuckled slightly and squeezed at her fat-folds.  “I’m hungry~  I’m STILL hungry.  God, I can’t believe it…”  She spoke with a smirk on her muzzle, yes HER muzzle, and brushed her blue hair to the side once more.  A simple smack of her lips preceded a deep, drawn-out roar from her hoggish belly.  “...but I’m actually STARVING.”

Her floppy ears wriggled some as she heard footsteps approaching.  Her emerald-green eyes flicked upwards to gaze at the approaching individual.  When she saw who it was, she flashed a terrifying grin.  “Cute~  You thought THAT would fill me?  I’m a PIG.  And I’m not gonna be satisfied from that little snack.”

“Come here you.  It’s time for the SECOND course…”

~fin~