THE WICKED GNOME 2 : ABHORRENT ASSORTMENT

[Matt L.]

THE WICKED GNOME 2 : ABHORRENT ASSORTMENT BY Matt L.

Annabel Mart was a striking young lady; captivating facial features, golden blond mane in a professional style, her hourglass figure in a shapely blazer and matching skirt. Giggling on her cell, like a teenage girl, the 22-year old marketing analysis was arranging a date with a prestigious young man. Outside Annabel’s office and within earshot of the conversation stood Marcia Kent. The pleasingly plump Marcia had an overall cute quality, though beneath her skin boiled much resentment and bitterness.

The history of the of the pair goes back to high school where Annabel shined in popularity and Marcia was happy enough to hang on her coattails. The friendship was interrupted by college, Annabel did well at a junior league community college while Marcia received her business degree with honors from Northwestern. Their friendship resumed by accident, a chance meeting at a ritzy nightclub. Marcia had already been hired at Global Inc. as an accountant with advancement waiting in the wings. Imprudently Marcia aided in the hiring of Annabel as a standard office girl, soon enough, her thunder was suppressed by her friend who dazzled the administration with her enticing charm and feminine forte.

Annabel was within reach of joining Global Inc’s, managerial team, a lucrative career in an elitist circle where office assistants like Marcia didn’t belong. However, the final insult was that Annabel was now beginning a relationship was a gentleman that Marcia had dated for sometime. Mistakenly introducing them at a social event, Annabel stole his attention away without a second thought. It was a twilight rendezvous at an unobtrusive little diner where Marcia met up with Warrick.

Marcia downplayed her appearance, sans cosmetics and wearing sweats, she politely conveyed to the odd looking man, “I have to admit I feel a little stupid about all of this. But I’m on the end of my rope and well, my source told me a few things about you.”

Warrick slowly sipped his coffee, his eyes emanating an intense sparkle, “I assure you that my peculiar talent is authentic. Naturally I use it only on the self-absorbed and haughty. I have studied in depth this young lady who has brought chaos into your life, she’s deserving of an comeuppance.”

Marcia shook her head, “I brought the money, in cash as you directed. But is it possible to get a sample of your work? I mean, this sounds ridiculous and I’d feel much better if I saw something.”

“Positively”, Warrick agreed, “It’s highly logical that you would like to a have a look at my work.” Warrick finished his coffee, then announced, “Look at the back of the diner.”

Marcia did as she was instructed and noticed a pair of young females. The elder female was Caroline Simms, an 19 year-old college freshman while the younger female was her 16 year old cousin, Pam. Pam was a cute, studious looking sophomore who was rather chubby at 179-pounds. Pam’s glowing red hair was set in French braids and her attire was neat but nothing special. A faded blue T-shirt and baggy blue jeans. On the other hand, Caroline’s golden blond hair was set in a trendy style, complimenting her stunning features while her slender 124-pound figure looked sensational in a loud peach colored blouse and black, knee high skirt. Caroline was quite animated in her body movements and speech, while Pam simply nourished on her meal of fries and shake.

“What’s the matter with you?”, Caroline asked, a suggestion of contempt behind her cordial voice, “Don’t you have any pride in your appearance?”

Pam shrugged her shoulders, sipping her milkshake as Caroline continued, “Are you content in being fat? Damn girl, when I was your age, my social calendar was booked solid. I was like….”

Finally Pam spoke up, “…the most popular girl at school, I know.”

Caroline flashed Pam a conceited smile, “I was going to say, one of the most popular but why argue?”

Pam groaned, “You were a cheerleader and a member of several clubs, I’m not, so what?”

Caroline sipped her ice tea, then remarked, “That’s no excuse for being fat.”

Pam exhaled, “Hey, maybe I’m a little overweight but I’m comfortable with myself.”

Caroline leaned toward her cousin, her amply endowed bust literally skimming over the table top, “I have news for you Porky, that vast appetite of yours will only make you fatter. How will you ever get a date?”

Pam snapped, “I date! Maybe not as often as you because I’m not a trophy chick, but I have a few boyfriends.”

Caroline leaned back in her seat, “Yeah, I’ve seen the guys you date. Strictly bottom of the barrel. The guys I go out with will one day be lawyers or doctors, you date the future farmers of America.”

Pam starred momentarily at her cousin, then grumbled, “You’re not very nice.”

Caroline replied with arrogance, “No, but I’m attractive and smart and one day, I’ll live in the lap of luxury.”

Warrick adjusted his glasses as her advised Marcia to watch. As Caroline was running through her feminine attributes, the waitress arrived with a milkshake. Caroline looked skyward at the plump, middle age woman, subsequently looking over at Pam, “Another milkshake? How heavy do you want to get?” The waitress chimed with a extensive smile, “I’m afraid you’re mistaken miss, this milkshake is for you.”

Caroline callously glanced over the waitress, “Take it back, I didn’t order a milkshake.”

Pam interjected, “Hush Carol, just try some, you’ll enjoy it.”

The waitress placed the shake in front of Caroline and then slowly drifted away in a dreamlike trance. Caroline eyed the milkshake. Extra large, the variety that few people could actually finish, the shake was topped with a surplus if whipped cream and was chocolate in flavor. Caroline tilted her head, her body language revealing her latent disgust. “I just had a half a burger and fries, I can’t eat this.”

Pam sensitively grinned, “But Caroline, having to repeat your senior year of high school has fried your nerves, this tasty treat will soothe what ails you.”

Caroline crinkled her nose, “Huh? What are you talking about?”

Pam placed the straw into the shake and pushed it toward Caroline, “That’s correct, getting can off the squad really did a number on you, you couldn’t sleep and you failed miserably.”

“Are you telling me, I didn’t graduate?”, Caroline questioned. Pam shook her head, “Your grade point average took such significant hit, it’s doubtful you’ll be able to attend any respectable college.”

Caroline’s mouth dropped, Pam’s appearance had been substantially modified. Her red hair was now shorter with a tinge of a wave, diligently favoring her cute face while her now trim, 130-pound figure was clad in a stylish top and Gap jeans. Mesmerized by her cousin’s enhanced appearance, Caroline caved in and began slurping the shake.

Pam sat back and calmly told Caroline, “I think a local second rate college is in order for you, something that specializes in home economics. And since all your friends are in college, not that they would ever socialize with you any more, you’ll acquire new friends. Those of which you deemed inferior, bottom of the barrel types.”

Pam continued to speak as Caroline nourished on the milkshake, her mind set and figure forever changing….. Caroline’s elaborate hairstyle was exchanged for a lackluster style complete with short ponytail and her delicate features soften as her face became rounder. Acquiring the features of an authentic overeater, Caroline developed chubby cheeks and spongy second chin, a few pimples decorating her forehead. Her preppy garb was swapped for more comfortable clothing, a T-shirt with the High School logo and natty black sweatpants.

Caroline’s upper arms became husky, her large breasts increased a full cup size and her belly astronomically swelled until it practically rolled over onto her lap. Her waist became quite thick, circled by several rolls and her spacious hips were incased in a layer of flab an inch thick. Caroline’s once quaint, heart shaped rear tripled in size and spread out over her chair and her humongous thighs excelled with squishy saddlebags. At 275-pounds, Caroline resembled an extremely domestic version of the girl next door.

Pam finished her discourse with, “My schedule is book solid for the weekend but I’ll see you at school Monday!”

Caroline’s animated demeanor had obviously been twisted into a rather timid, self-conscious persona, “I guess? But um, give me a call, if you get some free time?” Pam stood up, her hands over her curvaceous hips, “We’ll see, perhaps I’ll take you to the mall with me tomorrow if one of my friends cancels.”

Caroline scratched her bloated belly, her fingertips fully absorbed into the fat, “Really?”

Pam swerved her slim figure toward Caroline, “I guess, you’re my cousin and you have few friends, so I have to look after you.” Pam added with a chuckle, “Though you do have some notoriety at school, you’re the heaviest girl in class!”

Caroline cradled her enormous belly, “I didn’t realize.”

Pam related with a pinch of sarcasm, “You’ll realize a whole bunch of things now! Like, being criticized for being heavy and being mocked…”

Warrick turned to Marcia, “In time Pam will become chubby again, it’s in the cards, anyway, this slender version of her will prove to be a snob. She’s much more nicer chubby.” Marcia nodded as Warrick continued, “Caroline will get her act together, she’ll remain overweight but college isn’t going to happen, she’ll find a job at K-mart and eventually meet a nice guy.”

“All I can say is, wow!”, Marcia remarked as she handed Warrick the brown paper bag with the cash.

Warrick smiled, “So what do you have in mind for this vixen?”

Marcia chuckled, “Is it possible to meet up with you at the mall?”

Warrick nodded, “That can be arranged.” Marcia then shared in the details……

A few days later, Marcia had coaxed Annabel into a minor shopping excursion at the mall. It took a bit of finagling, Marcia pledging that she needed a dress for a date and that she was in need of Annabel’s fashion sense. “I’ll buy you something, spend up to one hundred dollars on anything you like.”

Annabel snickered, “Since when do you need a dress for a visit to Dairy Queen and a movie?” However, Annabel eventually caved in, making Marcia vow to clean her apartment twice a week for a month, along with hundred dollar item of her choice. Annabel was her usual gorgeous self, dressed in an appealing powder blue blouse and stylish slacks. Her golden blond mane still in the professional style that favored her beautiful face.

“You know”, Annabel sanctimoniously divulged while swaying through the mall’s concourse with Marcia, “We could check out the big chick’s boutique, if they have one?”

The 155-pound Marcia couldn’t help but giggle, “That’s a novel idea, sure!”

They made a path through the mall’s concourse, Annabel livid in detail concerning her agenda, “You know Charles from marketing will be escorting me to Mr. Forte’s party, he’s has shown quite in interest in me. I’ll dress nothing less than spectacular for the event.”

Marcia surreptitiously smiled, “Wish I was invited to the event.”

Annabel buzzed in utter arrogance, “Only the important staff members received invitations, naturally you weren’t included.” Marcia swiftly changed her route, causing Annabel to practically run over to her, “Hey, where are we going? The boutiques are in the other direction!”

Marcia motioned toward the food court, “I have an appetite, what about you?”

Annabel cringed, “No, I’m not at all hungry and even if I was, fast food is despicable!”

Marcia slowed her pace as they strolled within range of the food court. They approached a resting area that featured several tables and chairs, various people from all walks of life, lounging around while consuming their meals. A few benches, situated in a circle, there sat four females of different ages but identical subsistence. Impoverished and uneducated, friends of a feather dishing out the pleasures and disappointment of their chaotic lives.

Tara O’Flynn and Sondra Nash were full figured welfare mom’s. Both in their early twenties, their children playing together a few yards away. Serene Castle was a little heavier, a cleaning woman by trade. Just a few years older than 30, her children were at school. Joan Glick was the heaviest and eldest of the bunch, right in the 45-year range, she was a waitress, working the late shift at a dumpy bowling alley. Joan’s curly, short blond hair with brown streaks was obviously manufactured with a cheap dye. Her modestly pretty face was quite chubby with plump apple cheeks and thick double chin while her flowery sundress revealed her round, 295-pound figure. Joan unobtrusive lifestyle was the direct result of her overeating and indolence.

Marcia quibbled a tad with Annabel while nearing the ladies, “A little fast food wouldn’t do you any harm, you might even like it.”

Annabel disparagingly disagreed, “Are you kidding me? Fast food can add pounds faster than you realize, it’s awful.”

Marcia provoked Annabel with outrageous laughter, “You really think it matters if you put on weight!”

Annabel noticed the females, gesturing in their direction, “ The socially advanced never partake in such vile garbage, fast food is for the low class and illiterate.”

“You mean, like them?”, Marcia asked.

“Exactly like them!”, Annabel answered.

Marcia grinned, “You’re sure, Annie?”

Annabel lifted her chin, “Huh? Did you just call me Annie?”

Marcia’s brisk walk drew to a halt, “Isn’t that your name, Annie?”

Annabel chided Marcia, “Don’t ever call me that dreadful name again, it reeks of mediocrity.”

“I see”, Marcia was quick to point out, “Like that hairdo of yours?”

Annabel’s brow wrinkled, “Pardon me?”

Marcia gestured with her finger, “There’s a mirror, see for yourself.”

Annabel wandered over to a wall size mirror adjacent to a discount department store, naturally escorted by Marcia. Annabel gaped at her reflection in shock. No longer styled in a professional manner, Annabel’s golden blond locks were trimmed into a blah, Dutch-boy style with a plastic brown hairclip keeping her bangs out of her eyes. Marcia smirked, “Not mediocre? Really?”

Annabel exhaled, “Oh-my-gosh! What happened to my beautiful hair? It look’s horrid!”

Marcia mockingly noted, “It looks rather natural on you.”

Annabel flung her hands on her hips, “You’re joking? I’m a sophisticated young lady, I can’t possibly be seen with my hair like this!”

Marcia grinned, “Sophisticated? How so? Your voice doesn’t sound sophisticated at all.” Sure enough, as Annabel spoke an unappealing nasally tone had replaced her elegant voice.

“My voice is…..”, Annabel covered her mouth.

Marcia marveled in her acknowledgement, “Sophisticated? Not hardly but it’s adequate.”

“How are you doing this?”, Annabel snorted.

Marcia held back her laughter, though her mischievous grin disclosed her gratification, “I’m not doing anything, you’re only clueless.”

Annabel folded her arms over her bust, “Clueless?” The naked sound of her own voice caused Annabel to awkwardly wince, “Clueless about what?”

Marcia loudly sighed, “You’re social bearing among other things. For example your clothes. Besides being unable to afford such stylish attire, I sincerely doubt you’d work in an office.”

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As Annabel fumbled through her reply, “One of us is like totally um, mistaken”, her trendy garments were replaced with an attire better suiting her lifestyle and mindset. A spaghetti string bright pink top with a gold star made of glitter over her bust and black spandex shorts. Cheap pink hoop earrings decorating her ears while teal colored, plastic sandals were loosely latched onto her feet. Marcia softly giggled, “You don’t use those big words anymore, either!”

Annabel squabbled in a panic, “Like, I totally don’t know how you’re doing this, but it’s not fair, so stop!”

Marcia leaned toward Annabel, “But why? This is so much fun!”

“Fun?”, Annabel stood with her hand over her hip, “This ain’t so fun! You know like, I have that cool party to go tonight, I can’t go looking like this!”

“But Annie”, Marcia surreptitiously replied, “You’ll get used to it! Anyhow, you barely finished high school, how would you snare such a prestigious role at a big corporation? Naturally you wouldn’t be invited to their social event?”

Annabel vented in frustration, “I work at…Wait a minute….I thought I went to some college?”

Marcia swung her head slowly, then dutifully explained, “Nah, studying wasn’t your forte, you narrowly received your high school diploma and never ventured to college. While I earned my degree and now occupy a lofty position at Global Inc.”

Annabel blinked, “Huh? Stop talking so fancy, you’re confusing me.”

Marcia dazzled in exquisite form as she was now dressed in a stylish blue blouse and khaki slacks, her hourglass figure diligently trim. In addition, her black mane was shaped into an elegant mode that compliment her pretty face. “This is what I mean!”, Marcia chimed, “Without your meddling, I’ve advanced forward instead of going unnoticed.”

Annabel reeled back her head, “You’re skinny!”

Marcia happily admitted, “I’m not exactly thin but yeah, I’m not nearly as heavy as before. I’m about 130-pounds to be precise.” Tapping her chin, Marcia scrutinized Annabel’s figure, “Now about you?”

Annabel cringed, “Wait! You’ve done enough, please don’t make me fat!”

Marcia stepped around Annabel, “Listen Annie, it’s not very realistic being in such excellent shape when you’ve naturally been conditioned to a diet of junk food and lack exercise. After all, your mom’s an overeater, surely you’ve developed her habits by now?”

Annabel heatedly protested, “My mom ain’t no overeater, that’s just stupid!”

Marcia gestured over to Joan, “That isn’t your mom?”

Annabel backed away from Marcia, “Of course not!”

Marcia skillfully studied Joan, “But you’re inherited her nose and wide hips, her fair skin as well and why, even her height.” Annabel turned and face the mirror, Marcia’s comments rang true. Annabel acquired a wider bridge to her nose, leaving her still essentially cute but more ethnic in appearance and she received noteworthy child baring hips while her olive tone skin became virtually milky white. Most drastically was the change to Annabel’s height which slipped from 5 foot 7 inches to barely 5 foot 2.

“Hey”, Annabel looked up at Marcia, whimpering in her new found ineptitude, “Stop this, you’re being mean!”

Marcia approached Annabel, “Mean? I’m just receiving payback for all the years you treated me like an inferior lackey. Now Annie, before you join your mom, go home to your small little apartment in that poor housing complex and your career as a babysitter.”

“What?”, Annabel whined, “You gonna make me fat?”

Marcia rubbed her chin, “Fat? Heavier and out of shape but I surmise given your unhealthy diet and genes, you’ll eventually become a butterball.”

Annabel crinkled her nose, “Butterball?”

Marcia concurred, “No doubt a tubby butterball before you’re out of your twenties.”

Annabel felt the excess pounds distributing over her body, her spendthrift garments adjusting somewhat to her size. Annabel’s upper arms didn’t increase at all in size but became redundantly flabby while her roomier breasts became softer in substance. A pulpy cocoon of tissue disbursed over her waist, leaving a thick roll pouring over her broad hips and a sizable potbelly dangled over the waistband of her shorts, manufacturing a bloated pouch beneath. Her posterior extensively fatten, almost completely round and mushy in texture, it swelled over her undeniably thick, beefy thighs. Her top glided a inch upward, revealing the navel region of her plump tummy along with much of her spongy roll while the tight material enhanced the size of her huge jugs. Her facial appearance followed, becoming rounder with puffy cheeks and a supple second chin, ridding Annabel of her chiseled features. Unconventionally cute, Annabel now resembled a young lady whose ancestry derived from peasant stock of Europe.

Annabel’s hand drifted over the slope of her impressive potbelly, “You made me fat.”

Marcia corrected Annie with a wide smile, “Certainly well fed and pudgy, though with your appetite, maintaining your current weight of 165-pounds will be an arduous task.”

Annie’s voice cracked, “There you go again, using words I can’t understand.”

It was then Joan called out to Annie, “Stop bothering that lady and come here!”

Annie looked to Marcia with displeasure, “You won’t change me back?”

“Hush Miss”, Marcia firmly replied, “You better listen to your mom.”

In clumsy stride, Annie walked over to Joan and the other females. Warrick walked out of the shadows and eavesdropped with Marcia. Annie parked her flabby duff on the bench opposite her mom, “What?”, she squeaked.

It was Tara that spoke, “Your mom mentioned you watching the kids Saturday night for us, so plan to sleep over.” Sondra continued, “Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of cheese, crackers and probably ice cream for you to munch.”

Annie slid her body partially down the bench, her chubby belly pointing skyward, “Like, I’m 22-years old, I might have plans.”

Joan chuckled between bites of the cheeseburger she was nibbling, “Oh sweetie, you have few friends and even when you get together with them you seldom do anything but watch TV. Anyway, babysitting is your sole income.”

Joan leaned over to Sondra, “Go on, tell her the news.”

An energized Sondra smiled at Annie, dishing the details in a giddy tone, “Guess what? My brother move back in with us and he’s free and so what the heck, I got you a date.”

“Huh?”, Annie uncomfortably peeped.

Sondra reached over and playfully squeezed Annie’s knee, “You’ll make a cool couple. He’s a little heavier than you and has his own business.”

“What kind of business, exactly?”, Annie questioned.

“He’s a handyman, does drywall and stuff, you know? But business is slow, that’s why he moved back in.”

Annie grumbled, “Fantastic.”

Warrick and Marcia left the scene, though before parting company, Warrick brought up Annie’s future. “Annie will gradually accept her common status, she’ll have no choice. She’ll become the butterball within a few years and have several children with Sondra’s brother. He’ll be faithful and kind, though he won’t be much of a provider, but they’ll receive a generous amount of food stamps.”

Once Marcia bid Warrick goodbye, he realized that over time she would become just as smug and materialistic as Annabel was. Thus he weaved a spell on Marcia as well. She’ll find modest success but will gain all the weight back after settling down with an insurance salesman. Her uppity attitude will cease as she becomes the generic variety of housewife.

Finis

[Cartoonking1]

Another great story of Karma.

[Cartoonking1]

Another great story of Karma.

[Matt L.]

Hello Cartoonking1,
Glad you enjoyed the story. Thank you for the feedback.

Cheers, Matt