Wings of Weight

Chapter 1 - Revenge

The morning sun filtered through the half-open curtains of the airplane cabin, casting light across the aisle where the flight attendants prepped for takeoff. Once, Serena was the airline’s pride and joy: slim, with a flawless smile and a poise that sparked envy in her colleagues. But that day, as she stared into the tiny mirror of the onboard lavatory, she barely recognized the reflection staring back. Her uniform, once snug and pristine, now strained at the seams. Her quivering thighs pressed against the fabric, her plump rear jutted out like a freshly baked bun, and her belly, a soft mound of flesh, jiggled with every move. “God… how did I get so *huge*?” she whispered, running a hand over her doughy midsection, feeling the skin yield like pudding under her fingers. She’d already swapped out one uniform, and even this one was starting to feel tight. Maneuvering in the cramped bathroom was a struggle, but she had to check her appearance, she couldn’t afford to look like a sloppy flight attendant.

It hadn’t always been this way. The change had crept up months ago, subtle at first, and no one could explain it. Every morning, Serena woke up a few pounds heavier, her body swelling like a balloon under some unseen spell. At first, she chalked it up to stress or too many late-night snacks on red-eye flights. But then the whispers started. “Look at Serena, she’s letting herself go,” one coworker muttered, while another snickered, “Guess she’s turning into a walking buffet, haha!” Serena had never been close with her colleagues, she’d always looked down on them, and now that she was packing on pounds, they found it downright amusing.

Even her boyfriend, Marco, had raised an eyebrow, his tone cutting: “I don’t recognize you anymore, Serena. You’re getting too heavy.” Their relationship was more about appearances than love, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he left her. Marco was rich and handsome, just how she liked, but he wanted a girlfriend who at least *looked* the part.

Her family wasn’t any kinder, accusing her of lacking discipline. And Serena? She felt guilty, though she didn’t understand why. She ate, sure, but only to satisfy a ravenous hunger that grew alongside her size, a primal craving that drove her to devour trays of fast food at every airport layover, her new secret indulgence.

But that day, something had shifted. The magic, for it *was* magic, though Serena didn’t know it, had faded, leaving her trapped in the body now staring back from the mirror. This wasn’t just a slight weight gain; it was a full-on transformation. Her curves were explosive, her backside a *squishy* mass that swayed with every step, her arms soft as pillows. And, against all logic, this body thrilled her. The heaviness of her thighs rubbing together, the way her belly wobbled when she bent over, it made her flush with guilty pleasure. “I’m so… *jiggly*,” she murmured, pressing her hands into her belly, imagining herself swelling even more.

Meanwhile, at the end of the aisle, a slender figure watched with a sadistic smirk. It was Clara, the new flight attendant, hired just a few months ago. With her brown hair neatly tied back and a uniform that fit like a glove, she was Serena’s opposite. But behind that angelic face lurked a vengeful little witch. Clara hadn’t forgotten the day Serena, with her insufferable arrogance, humiliated her in front of everyone on her first flight, mocking her inexperience. Clara had sworn revenge, and the dark magic she’d studied in secret became her weapon. Day by day, she’d cast a spell to make Serena gain weight, one pound at a time, exposing her to the judgment of colleagues and passengers alike. Now, watching her handiwork with satisfaction, Clara had decided to let Serena stay this way, relishing the show. “Look at her,” she whispered to herself, “the queen of the skies reduced to a *plump* little piglet. No amount of arrogance can save her now.”

Unaware of the plot, Serena struggled to fasten her uniform, the fabric creaking under the pressure of her abundant flesh. Every step toward the main cabin was a humiliation: passengers stared, some with disgust, others with morbid curiosity. “The chubbiest flight attendant I’ve ever seen,” she overheard a man in first class mutter. Her cheeks burned, but deep inside, a thrill coursed through her. She wanted more. She wanted this *jiggly* body to grow heavier, softer. Was she losing her mind? This reaction wasn’t Clara’s spell, that had only caused the weight gain.

Back in the galley after the flight, Serena collapsed onto a chair, the wood groaning under her weight. Before her sat a tray of chicken nuggets. “I’m already starving… maybe another order won’t hurt,” she told herself, grabbing the nuggets and popping them into her mouth, savoring the greasy, fried flavor as if it were gourmet cuisine. The crispy taste exploded on her tongue, and as she ate, she felt her belly swell slightly, a sinful pleasure that made her tremble. She didn’t know the magic had ended, or that her body would now follow her unchecked cravings. But Clara knew, and from her corner, she smiled. Serena’s lesson had just begun.

“It’s all your choice now, darling…”

Clara hadn’t even been *that* cruel, in the end. Serena had gone from 119 pounds to about 176 pounds, not extreme, but for a flight attendant, it was dramatic. She had a hefty backside and a protruding belly, thighs that rubbed together slightly, the hint of a double chin, and a chubby presence veering toward fat that was comical, especially for those who knew her former self.