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Snow Balling Out of Control - part 2

“No no no no no no!” she huffed as she clumsily turned around to retrace her steps, her entirety quivering as her hips rocked more with each additional pound, the poor girl closer to toppling with each second. Her panicked ponderous movements continued to cause her body to wobble like a chilled water balloon as she feebly attempted any sort of locomotion. The further the poor druid went forward, it seemed the larger her body would expand, her ponderous waddle even starting to show signs of being nothing more than a pathetic shuffle. Each foot she planted into the snowy wonderland was harder to lift back up, as she could feel her legs, thighs, and everything below and above the waist for that matter becoming stuffier. Each time she lifted a leg it jiggled a little more than the last time she did.

“Why is this happening now?” she moaned as her body became increasingly larger and more cumbersome, causing her to teeter backwards as the weight of her immense backside began to cause her to rock back and forth, but at this particular moment, mostly back. “Why am I getting so enormous this time?!” she almost cried as she wobbled a few inches forward before the force of gravity enacted its foul cruelty upon the growing snowball of a girl. She groaned loudly as her enormous butt seemed to take control, the girl tipping over like a fallen tree as she fell onto her rear with a loud slap. A cloud of snowflakes blew off her soft pudgy skin and scattered around her upon impact, and she could feel the softly packed white powder under her become even more packed.

The wave wobbling through all of her flab caused her legs to bounce upwards and land back on the ground, her feet suspended helplessly and useless on the heavy rolls of her legs. She now sat on her bottom, stuck by her own mammoth size, forced to take in just how immense she was becoming, and how much her gluttonous comfort benging actually was taking a toll on her body.

As she sat among the frost covered trees and grey sky, she whimpered a bit, thinking of what her husband would say if he saw her in her current state. ‘I don’t even know if he could even pick me up anymore…’ she thought sadly, an over exaggeration stated out of embarrassment, as her husband still currently holds the record for the longest hammer throw of a fully grown Dragon. She felt her swollen love handles and expanding stomach, thinking about her husband’s reaction over and over again in her head.

She rocked forward with all her might, causing several flakes of snow to fall from her chubby shoulders spilling down her ever-growing cleavage, to try and right herself to the massive tree trunk legs of hers. But no matter how hard she tried, she was just getting too big to be able to get more than enough movement to simple cause her blobbulant belly to jiggle violently. As she tried this, her body continued to grow at an even more rapid pace, her enormous rear end lifting her higher and higher up off the ground, shoveling up snow around her cheeks with each inch it grew. In her current sitting state, she was already taller than she was when standing at her much thinner size. She flailed her arms slowly as their weight was becoming a definite burden and hindrance. Her feet flailed up and down in panic as if she were trying to run, her large fat filled legs jiggling around to the point where she could actually feel the cold air they were whipping up.

In her struggle, her dress continued to rip and tear as her expanding flesh strained the fabric. It kept creeping up her body as her belly grew bigger and bigger, until it was simply reduced to a scandalous bra type top, barely managing to cover the massive udders that her breasts had swollen into. Her feet continued wriggling around as the flesh spilled out from the tops of her boots, as their leathery fabric finally burst wide open, as her feet even began to grow fat enough to fill the entirety of the boot. Her belly continued to grow and sprawl across the ground while her arms had grown so chunky she could no longer reach the top of her enormous breasts. With a little straining she could possibly rest her hands on the sides of her chest, but with such pathetic she found that her hands got farther and farther away from their goal. Wiggling her feet achieved no locomotion what so ever, but only sent ripples through her thighs, each of which kicked up another storm of snow between her legs. The only mobility the immense woman could muster at this point of her growth was to wiggle her meaty toes, and flex her sausage-like fingers. To any passerby they might have mistaken the white haired pale woman for the world’s largest snowman that some skilled artist had sculpted.

The pounds slowly began to cease piling up on Elarae, as she sat there utterly helpless and confused, trying to channel any magic she could to try and slim down to even a semblance of a more manageable size. However, this proved to be utterly useless as the stone pile she had unintentionally knocked over was still sapping all magical power from the area. Even if this pyramid could have been repaired, it would be impossible to reach it, as it currently is stuck underneath the blubbery snowball’s expansive rear, along with a good portion of the forest around her.

“Lucid?” she called out for her pet, straining her eyes to look around for the giant wolf, unfortunately unable to see anything as her fat cheeks had forced her eyes to squint. Even if she could see well enough, her field of vision would have been unable to see anything past her own, utterly gigantic form. She continued calling out for him, hoping he had finished his hunt long enough to hear her pleas for assistance. “Are you there? I could use a little help!” She panted heavily as even talking was becoming difficult with the layers of fat piled up upon her body. Each pant sent up a cloud in the frozen air around her, a testament to her sheer strength of will, for if she weren’t so hardy from her days adventuring the world, even breathing would be quite difficult at her current size.

She attempted to flail one more time, causing the ocean of her belly to wobble violently around, so much so that if it had been any more uncontrollable she might have rolled onto her side and been sent down the mountain like a human snowball. After a minute or so, her body calmed down its rippling from the force of her cry for help. Shortly after, a demanding rumble erupted from her mountainous belly, as if to add insult to injury. The rumbling was so strong, she could have sworn she saw a large collection of snow stuck up in a tree fall out as a result. Elarae pouted at her body’s protest, and tried to ignore it as she tried calling for help again. Her stomach growled again to try and drown out her cries for help. She sat there immense and embarrassed, caught her breath once again, and shouted, looking rather embarrassed, “Lucid, please help!” she cried out, then sighed, “And bring some sandwiches!”

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Snow Balling Out of Control - part 2

“No no no no no no!” she huffed as she clumsily turned around to retrace her steps, her entirety quivering as her hips rocked more with each additional pound, the poor girl closer to toppling with each second. Her panicked ponderous movements continued to cause her body to wobble like a chilled water balloon as she feebly attempted any sort of locomotion. The further the poor druid went forward, it seemed the larger her body would expand, her ponderous waddle even starting to show signs of being nothing more than a pathetic shuffle. Each foot she planted into the snowy wonderland was harder to lift back up, as she could feel her legs, thighs, and everything below and above the waist for that matter becoming stuffier. Each time she lifted a leg it jiggled a little more than the last time she did.

“Why is this happening now?” she moaned as her body became increasingly larger and more cumbersome, causing her to teeter backwards as the weight of her immense backside began to cause her to rock back and forth, but at this particular moment, mostly back. “Why am I getting so enormous this time?!” she almost cried as she wobbled a few inches forward before the force of gravity enacted its foul cruelty upon the growing snowball of a girl. She groaned loudly as her enormous butt seemed to take control, the girl tipping over like a fallen tree as she fell onto her rear with a loud slap. A cloud of snowflakes blew off her soft pudgy skin and scattered around her upon impact, and she could feel the softly packed white powder under her become even more packed.

The wave wobbling through all of her flab caused her legs to bounce upwards and land back on the ground, her feet suspended helplessly and useless on the heavy rolls of her legs. She now sat on her bottom, stuck by her own mammoth size, forced to take in just how immense she was becoming, and how much her gluttonous comfort benging actually was taking a toll on her body.

As she sat among the frost covered trees and grey sky, she whimpered a bit, thinking of what her husband would say if he saw her in her current state. ‘I don’t even know if he could even pick me up anymore…’ she thought sadly, an over exaggeration stated out of embarrassment, as her husband still currently holds the record for the longest hammer throw of a fully grown Dragon. She felt her swollen love handles and expanding stomach, thinking about her husband’s reaction over and over again in her head.

She rocked forward with all her might, causing several flakes of snow to fall from her chubby shoulders spilling down her ever-growing cleavage, to try and right herself to the massive tree trunk legs of hers. But no matter how hard she tried, she was just getting too big to be able to get more than enough movement to simple cause her blobbulant belly to jiggle violently. As she tried this, her body continued to grow at an even more rapid pace, her enormous rear end lifting her higher and higher up off the ground, shoveling up snow around her cheeks with each inch it grew. In her current sitting state, she was already taller than she was when standing at her much thinner size. She flailed her arms slowly as their weight was becoming a definite burden and hindrance. Her feet flailed up and down in panic as if she were trying to run, her large fat filled legs jiggling around to the point where she could actually feel the cold air they were whipping up.

In her struggle, her dress continued to rip and tear as her expanding flesh strained the fabric. It kept creeping up her body as her belly grew bigger and bigger, until it was simply reduced to a scandalous bra type top, barely managing to cover the massive udders that her breasts had swollen into. Her feet continued wriggling around as the flesh spilled out from the tops of her boots, as their leathery fabric finally burst wide open, as her feet even began to grow fat enough to fill the entirety of the boot. Her belly continued to grow and sprawl across the ground while her arms had grown so chunky she could no longer reach the top of her enormous breasts. With a little straining she could possibly rest her hands on the sides of her chest, but with such pathetic she found that her hands got farther and farther away from their goal. Wiggling her feet achieved no locomotion what so ever, but only sent ripples through her thighs, each of which kicked up another storm of snow between her legs. The only mobility the immense woman could muster at this point of her growth was to wiggle her meaty toes, and flex her sausage-like fingers. To any passerby they might have mistaken the white haired pale woman for the world’s largest snowman that some skilled artist had sculpted.

The pounds slowly began to cease piling up on Elarae, as she sat there utterly helpless and confused, trying to channel any magic she could to try and slim down to even a semblance of a more manageable size. However, this proved to be utterly useless as the stone pile she had unintentionally knocked over was still sapping all magical power from the area. Even if this pyramid could have been repaired, it would be impossible to reach it, as it currently is stuck underneath the blubbery snowball’s expansive rear, along with a good portion of the forest around her.

“Lucid?” she called out for her pet, straining her eyes to look around for the giant wolf, unfortunately unable to see anything as her fat cheeks had forced her eyes to squint. Even if she could see well enough, her field of vision would have been unable to see anything past her own, utterly gigantic form. She continued calling out for him, hoping he had finished his hunt long enough to hear her pleas for assistance. “Are you there? I could use a little help!” She panted heavily as even talking was becoming difficult with the layers of fat piled up upon her body. Each pant sent up a cloud in the frozen air around her, a testament to her sheer strength of will, for if she weren’t so hardy from her days adventuring the world, even breathing would be quite difficult at her current size.

She attempted to flail one more time, causing the ocean of her belly to wobble violently around, so much so that if it had been any more uncontrollable she might have rolled onto her side and been sent down the mountain like a human snowball. After a minute or so, her body calmed down its rippling from the force of her cry for help. Shortly after, a demanding rumble erupted from her mountainous belly, as if to add insult to injury. The rumbling was so strong, she could have sworn she saw a large collection of snow stuck up in a tree fall out as a result. Elarae pouted at her body’s protest, and tried to ignore it as she tried calling for help again. Her stomach growled again to try and drown out her cries for help. She sat there immense and embarrassed, caught her breath once again, and shouted, looking rather embarrassed, “Lucid, please help!” she cried out, then sighed, “And bring some sandwiches!”