Katrina's costume collection

Chapter 18 - Epilogue

Mathilde finally found herself enjoying the spoils of her job.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?” screamed a customer as she grabbed hold of her exposed belly and gave it a hard shake to emphasize both the size of her specific problem area and the size of her anger.

“Looks like a pretty pudgy belly to me,” laughed Mathilde, practically having to fight falling out of her chair.

The customer, when she walked in, had been tiny and lithe, the kind of woman who looked and walked like a dancer, most specifically like a prima ballerina. Now, standing in front of Mathilde, she was still quite short but far from lithe. While not growing in height, she had certainly grown in width. Every part of her body had chubbed up, especially from the middle down.

Her previously pointe ready feet were now fat and flat, weighted down by the thunder of thick thighs that hoisted up a plump piece of an ass filled with juicy fat and paired with a wide set of hips enwrapped by matching love handles. And none of this held a candle to the belly which the customer herself now held onto with her chubby hands. While the rest of her had thickened, (she now had a clear double chin, softer arms, and her previously modest breasts and grown somewhat in weight but much more in sag) this all paled in comparison to the pale glob of gut that the customer was left shaking. Where once was washboard abs, now there were waves of flab shaking up and down.

“If you didn’t want such a prominent belly. You shouldn’t have chosen the belly dancer costume,” shrugged Mathilde.

“It was just for fun!” exclaimed the BELLY dancer with a stomp of her foot.

Mathilde poked the turgid pot belly. She shivered as her finger sunk into the yielding flesh and caused the bells on the customer’s sash to jingle. It was music to Mathilde’s ears.

“And now you’ve learned your lesson. Culture. Is not. Costume.” With each poke, the customer grew redder. Mathilde thrilled at the sight of the now former ballerina’s pudge pushing inward and then popping back into place. It was like a dance in and of itself.

“Well, I… I’m not paying for this,” whined the bloated ballerina as she wiped a tear from her eye.

Mathilde couldn’t help herself and grabbed both of the customer’s love handles.

“Looks like you already have!” She positively cackled. It was one of those throw back your head full throated Disney villain type of laughs. Ursula would have been proud.

The poor unfortunate soul’s newly round face now looked like a tomato has her body which had filled with fat now filled with both humiliation and anger.

“Let go of me, you cow!”
Mathilde did as she was told, albeit with a few more pats to the sides first. She pressed on the customer’s love handles as if she was smoothing out wrinkles on a dress.

“Okay, kettle. Let’s relax,” she said as she gave the fat overhang of the customer’s belly one more flick and watched it jiggle on its own for a moment while chuckling to herself.

“I want to see your manager.”

Mathilde’s smile instantly vanished and she stared at the customer with a face of stone seriousness.

“Trust me. You do not want that.”

“I- I’m gonna sue you!”

Mathilde leaned back on the counter and shook her head.

“Lady, let me let you in on how some of this magic stuff works. Once you leave here, you’re never going to be able to find us again. Second, who the hell is going to believe you? ‘Oh! The magic costume shop in the mall cursed me and now I’m fat! Nobody is buying that truth. They’re just going to think you’re crazy and that they somehow never realized how much weight you’ve been gaining recently.”

Mathilde leaned forward and tickled the customer’s double chin.

“And then they’re going to be really happy about it. Do you know why? It’s cause you’re a bitch. You’ve probably always been a bitch. And if it wasn’t for this, right here, you’d probably go on being a big ol’ bitch. But now you’re just gonna be big. Big now. Big forever. Probably gonna get bigger. And now people are going to savor the way karma has bit you in the BIG. FAT. ASS!”

Really feeling herself, Mathilde gave the customer’s rump a smack.

“Try to enjoy it.”

The customer wanted to retort, but she felt her belt getting tighter. To her horror, her belly was still growing larger. Mathilde noticed too, and this elicited another peal of laughter.

“Oops. Looks like you’re still growing. If you don’t want to end up in a scooter, I suggest you get that costume off. And, since I doubt you’re squeezing back into any of the clothes that you came in here in, if you don’t want to be going about stark naked, I suggest you waddle on home as quickly as possible.

The customer turned frantically to begin doing just that when Mathilde stopped her with a wag of her finger and a loud tsk, tsk, tsk.

“Not so fast! (Not that you can go as fast as you used to.) I suggest you pay me that sixty dollars you owe me first. You don’t want to see what happens when you try to steal from here.”

As her belt tightened further and she felt her thighs beginning to press together. The customer tore through her purse, pulled out her credit and began tapping on the card reader over and over again. With each failed attempt, the pounds piled on until….

“Oh, sorry. I’ll have to swipe that for you. We haven’t gotten around to updating our card reader.”

Mathilde picked the card out of the customer’s trembling hand, took her time, and then delicately swiped it through. After a final beep, and with a great big grin, Mathilde handed the card back.

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

The customer let out a shrill shriek and, left with a pile of now useless clothes in her arms and pressed against her flesh to try as best as possible to hide her bloated body, waddled out the door. Mathilde could hear the laughter that accompanied her reentry into the mall as the door closed again.

“I love my job.”

As Mathilde sat back down in her chair behind the counter, the curtain to the back opened up once again as Gwendolyyn poked her head out.

“Another satisfied customer?”

“You know it.”

“Good. There should be more soon.”

Without looking back at Gwendolyyn, Mathilde leaned forward and, in a perfectly cliche fashion, tented her fingers.

“I’m looking forward to it.”