This choice: Her ass has grown and she finds her body fatter and frumpier • Go Back...Chapter #5The New Kim Kardashian: Human Balloon Of Fat by: TheNewJaxson   Kim woke up form her nap and felt heavy, real heavy, and not in any kind of good way. She rose from her bed and stumbled over to the light, knocking a few things own as she did so. When the light was turned on, and Kim could look at herself in the mirror, the neighborhood heard their second scream from the vain Ms. Kardashian. “I’m FAT!”
And she was fat. Kim removed the remains of her expensive designer outfit from her obese form and threw it to the side, lamenting that she hadn’t taken it off and ripped it as she swelled with pounds and pounds of jiggly fat. She shook in fear as she tip toed back over to one of the many mirrors she kept in her room.
Each ass cheek was the size of a yoga ball, and her thighs were each 38-inches around, (a woman as vain as her always had a measuring tape around in case she felt she put on a few pounds,) and tapered to her thick cankles, and tiny feet. Her breasts were a solid overflowing M cup now, and were supported by her gigantic belly, a belly that stuck out a few inches past those enormous knockers. Her hips were wider than a standard doorframe. She looked to see her chest had piled on so much weight that the fat swallowed her neck, giving her the appearance of a fat face stuck on a fat body. She was almost as wide as she was tall. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” Kim yelled waving her hands in front of her face. “I need to talk to Khloe! She knows what its like to be fat!”
Kim rummaged through all her clothes, cursing when she saw they had all be resized to fit her swollen form. She put on all black in a quiet hope to make her look slimmer. She put on a pair of shiny black leggings, that she had to fight and struggle with to get over her thick thighs and massive ass. She pulled a gigantic black wool sweater over her head, the arms being exceptionally tight on her upper arms, thanks to her enormous bingo wings. The sweater was tight around her new giant jubblies but it did fall to mid fat thigh. She went through her shoes, finding that bending over was quite a chore and winded her quite easily. She finally found one without a chunky heel and slipped the black leather Vera Wang pointed toe Lavender Label Tammy onto her feet. She stood up but with her huge new body immediately began to lose her balance and after waving her arms around to try and maintain that balance she quickly fell onto her humongous ass which made her bounce up and down a little.
“Stupid skinny heels!” Kim pouted. She got up and found a black pair of mary janes with the despised chunky heels and put them on. She walked over to her mirror and checked her make up, only to almost break down again when she discovered crow’s feet and laugh lines. A furious and panicked application of make up later and she felt ready to go out. And that’s when she noticed the giant white streak in her hair. “Oh God,” she whined before taking a black scarf and wrapping it around her head hiding her hair. She grabbed a pair of black spandex gloves and pulled them on, frowning at her new sausage fingers. She threw a calf length leather coat on and some dark oversized Dolche and Gabana sunglasses. She looked in the mirror and sighed, “I look like a giant bowling ball.” She headed to her front door and as she put her gloved hand on it she commented, “I hope this isn’t the lead story tomorrow.”
Kim stepped outside into the sea of paparazzi that constantly surrounded her apartment, and was amazed to see that not one photographer was interested. In fact she heard a distinct cough from lack of interest as she descended her steps. She used her elephantine body to elbow through the crowd and almost cried when she heard one reporter comment, “Kim’s maid is ridiculously fat!”
She squashed her body into her car and began to drive to DASH the store she co owned with her sisters, Khloe could always be found there. She waddled into the store, careful not to look up so that her face could be seen. Seeing her sister she quickly grabbed her and dragged her into the back office. “Who the Hell are you?” yelled Khloe, pulling her arm from Kim’s hand.
“Khloe!” Kim yelled ripping her glasses off, “It’s me! Kim!”
“Oh my God, Kim! What happened to you?” asked Khloe as she gingerly felt Kim’s face.
Kim batted her hand away angrily, “I don’t know! I just woke up…FAT!”
“And your clothes fit?”
“Yes, I guess,” Kim said trying to cross her arms, but quickly gave up when she realized she couldn’t reach far enough around her own body to do so.
“Can I do anything for you?”
“Yes,” Kim said haughtily feeling that her sister owed her any help she could give, “how do you deal with it?” Before Khloe could answer Kim took off her coat, feeling quite warm. A thick layer of perspiration had formed on her body from the heat. She still wasn’t used to the downsides of being so obese yet, and did not understand she would now sweat more.
“Deal with what?” Khloe asked confused.
“Deal with being fat!” Kim yelled at her thinking the answer would have been obvious to her.
Khloe looked at her sister and was speechless. “Are you saying I’m fat?”
“Well yeah,” Kim shrugged not understanding the problem. She shifted her massive bulk from side to side.
“Oh I’m fat?” Khloe answered insulted. “I’m fat and yet you have more in common with the shape of a beach ball than I do?”
“Shut up Khloe.”
“Oh I’ll shut up, after you tell me how long it takes for you to stop wobbling and wiggling after I send you shaking!” Khloe told Kim as she grabbed her spherical belly and gave it a good shake, and much like she predicted Kim shook like a Jello mold on a bumpy car ride.
“KHLOE!” Kim yelled out but her sister just stood there smiling with her eyes closed. Kim used her ample arms to stop her body movement, and stared daggers at her sister, and still Khloe stood there smiling, her eyes closed, and unmoving. “Khloe?” Kim asked poking her sister in the tit, but stil she didn’t move. Kim realized Khloe was frozen, but after today’s events that was almost simple to accept. She looked at one side of the room and moved her head slowly to the other, scanning it for any possible presence. “Oh thank God, I’ve been holding this in since I got here.”
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Kim went weak in the knees and put one hand on her sister’s shoulder for support, and fanned any last traces of fart fumes from her newly planet sized ass with the other gloved hand. “Much better,” she sighed feeling a little less huge, though she was not.
“Not very lady like,” a voice came from behind her.
Kim whirled around, almost sending herself toppling over from the momentum of her own girth. “Who are you?”
“We met earlier today,” the homeless woman before her reminded her.
“I don’t remember normals,” Kim said offended that this woman implied she would, or should.
“You ran into me, and I got “dust” on your clothes,” the woman smiled evilly.
“Who are you?” Kim yelled leaning forward, and almost actually falling forward from the change in her center of gravity.
The woman gestured with her hands and dust fell from them as she raised them above her head. The dust mystically transformed her clothes into a traditional Mrs. Claus housedress, with apron and gloves. Her face went from grimy and dingy to clean and saintly. She was thin with a decent sized booty and nice perky C-cups. She looked no older than 40 years old. “That’s easy Kim, I’m Mrs. Claus. Or at least I was.”
“What do you mean was?” Kim asked grabbing her big gut and waddling closer.
“You’re the new Mrs. Claus, honey,” the former Mrs. Claus smiled.
“What do you mean I’m the new Mrs. Claus?”
“I mean you will be the new Mrs. Claus, you will change into the perfect Mrs. Claus that Santa needs, and your personality dictates.”
“Then why am I fat? I diet like crazy to stay thin!” Kim screamed picking up her gut and letting it go. The bouncing of her gut up and down reinforcing her point.
“Because you are the worst person on the planet barring rapists, murderers, and child molesters. You worry about your self and that’s it, not even your family. You have a bloated ego on the inside so now it will show on the outside.”
“I can diet! I can be thin again!” Kim countered.
“Actually no, no you can’t. Your fat, get used to it,” the former Mrs. Claus smirked smugly.
“Then I‘ll just suck at being Mrs. Claus and go back to my old life,” Kim smirked back, thinking she had all the angles covered.
“Yeah, if you suck at it, you get to be the next Rudolph. Have fun walking on all fours and pooping while you stand!”
“Oh God,” Kim said sitting down in a chair, her ass overflowing the seat and blocking it from all view.
“Well I’ve got two pieces of good news.”
“What’s that?” Kim asked her, the weariness of her change weighing down on her.
“Well, number one is that Santa’s a lot more hung than Kanye was, and he’s a lot hornier!”
“Oh God,” Kim moaned. “What the other?”
“You’re not done changing!” the former Mrs. Claus laughed as she ripped the scarf from Kim’s head and revealed her now much longer hair. Hair that was the same color of snow.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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