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Chapter 4 - Active Imagination Part 2

Under Mathilde’s touch, Madison’s thighs began to thicken. Mathilde felt herself twitch as Madison’s thighs trembled with new quivering fat. The pounds piled on, and the skin around Madison’s thighs grew tight for a moment before giving in and sagging and wobbling pockmarked with cellulite.

“Love that cottage cheese and those angry stretch marks. Not so athletic anymore are you? You’re not going to be running anywhere.”

Mathilde slid her hand between Madison’s thighs so she could feel the gap close and leave her hand feeling like the piece of meat squished between two fluffy pieces of white bread.

“You’re gonna be waddling around from here on out, Thunder Thighs. No more model strut, just clumsily wobbling about with your saggy spare tire bouncing around and leading the way.”

Heat radiated from between Mathilde’s legs as she kept her hand pressed between Madison’s burgeoning thighs before moving (on cue with her taunts) and sliding it up to the overhang of Madison’s bulging belly. She ran her fingers along Madison’s underbelly, tickling the flab as she went.

“And of course that tight little heart shaped ass of yours has got to go.”

Smack!

Mathilde’s hand slapped Madison’s cheek in a satisfying spank. She could feel the remnants of muscle beginning to give way.

Slap!

In an instant Madison’s behind was beginning to bloat.

WHAP!

Madison’s blueberry butt began to wobble in hypnotic waves that brought waves of ecstasy to Mathilde as she kept swatting away and watching the well filled cushions bounce up and down and every which way she wanted them to go. She dug both her hands into those cheeks like an eagle catching its prey.

“That’s right, big girl. This is who you are now. You’re the butt of the jokes you used to make. And what a big butt it is. Isn’t that right, Chubs?”

Madison’s rear continued to expand, stretching the limits of the panties past where they should have been, and they filled Mathilde’s hands like pillows filled with sand. Yeah. Mathilde liked that idea even if it didn’t totally make sense.

“This has been fun. Now let’s see about the rest of you.”