Chubby Cinderella

A Magical Binge

I got home, still tipsy and burping from the rain and changed out of my ragged dress, into one of my day uniforms that wasn't nearly as restricting but still form fitting to my once slim figure and into the kitchens I went. I decided to use the pumpkin to make a pie from a recipe I found in my mothers old cookbook. My bloating was starting to go down and I was beginning to feel hungry again so to pass the time while the pie was in the oven, I decided to make more to eat. I raided our pantry to find ingredients for every dish I knew, adding copious amounts of sugar and butter to the pastries and making bacon and cheesy dishes to try some savory flavors that I had been deprived of.

Soon the pie was done and I had a feast sitting on the kitchen counter. I pulled up a stool and cut myself a slice of pie. Daintily using my fork I took a small bite of the pie, whimpering at the delicious flavoring. I ate bite after bite, finishing the slice in seconds and moving onto the next. After eating 3 slices, I stopped cutting pieces and moved to just eating it straight out of the pie tin, slowing only when I felt a tingling over my skin. I looked down at my deflated stomach to see it slowly growing, expanding slowly. I saw it in my breasts as well, once small and perky, now growing heavier. I stood and realized my whole body was growing like this, stretching and expanding more than it had when the prince was feeding me. I suddenly felt ravenous. There must have been something in the pie I thought, grabbing forkfuls of cheesy eggs and shoveling them into my mouth.

Then it hit me, "The pumpkin!" It was the pumpkin that had been enchanted by my fairy godmother. It had grown into the size of a coach before breaking apart and then I cooked it into a pie. I kept eating through my feast as I thought about it, my chest and ass continuing to expand more and more as my stomach filled but was never satisfied. Finally after finishing off the last slice of greasy bacon, I looked at the half eaten pie again.

I peered down at my new body, my breasts overflowing out of the top of my dress and my stomach and rear straining the fabric once again. I wasn't big really but I definitely wasn't slim like I had been before. I felt my new curves through the pinched fabric. I liked it, I liked how soft and squishy I was. I felt womanly, my large hips and breasts sticking out more than they ever had before. My soft stomach moving and jiggling with my breasts as I moved around the kitchen cleaning up the mess I had made from my binge. I kept bumping into the counter and stools, not used to how large my ass was. I felt new rolls forming along my back and my waist as I moved my body, exploring my new fat. There really wasn't all that much of it, I mean my dress still fit, it was just snug in some spots. I pulled at the hem as it kept riding up as I bustled around the kitchen but it didn't do much as the fabric was straining to cover my stomach as it was.

It was then that I realized I was being watched. I slowly turned towards the door to see my stepmother and two stepsisters staring at me feeling myself and my new body.

"What did you do to yourself, Cinderella?" my stepmother cried out in horror.

"She looks like a little piggy," said Drizella.

"Oink Oink goes the piggy," Anastasia said, scrunching up her nose.

"I- I-" I stammered helplessly, folding my arms around myself as if it would hide my new rolls around my stomach or my breasts practically spilling out of my dress.

"See girls, this is why we eat what we eat and not that," my stepmother said, gesturing to the half-eaten pie still on the counter. "You don't want to end up like that." She gestured to my body as tears slid down my cheeks silently. "Cinderella, you will work twice as hard around the house and I will make a fitness routine for you to return to normal. We can't be associated with someone who looks like that." She gestured to me again before dismissing me to my room. "You will be up extra early and start by sweeping and scrubbing the whole house, hopefully that should make you put a little effort in to lose some of that horrible fat." She stepped back to let me pass and go up to my room. As I walked by my step sisters, Drizella took a step forward and bumped into me.

"Watch where you're going, fatass." She looked down her nose at me and dared me to say something back but I just kept crying and moved past her as best I could. I made it to my stairwell and began the climb up to my room, my thighs rubbing together more with each step. I could feel my whole body jiggling and moving as I went up and up, my tits bouncing as I kept walking. I barely got halfway up before I had to take a break, my face red from the exertion, my breaths becoming harder to gulp down. I knew I couldn't stay though as my stepmother would find me and scold me again so I pushed myself up with the creaky railing and kept going.

I finally made it to my room and collapsed on my bed and cried, my room feeling much smaller. Curling up on my suddenly tiny bed, I cried until I fell asleep.