Keeping up with Kim (WG)

[Junketh71]

“...And so,” Kim (Noel) Kardashian posted on her site and on her blog (she had several, for she was a Kardashian), “I have posted the skinny pictures from my past to remind everyone just how I was...”

“...Oh, for crying out loud,” exclaimed one Internet surfer when she came across those ‘before’ (and some ‘after’) pictures. “She calls herself fat now? With all of the plastic surgery and weight reduction that she has done? Of all the colossal gall! I wish that she was truly fat – in proportion with that famous ass of hers!”

There was a pause in the universe and then it began to shift. As Kim Kardashian had moved away from the rotating chair next to the computer and towards her sofa, she began to inflate with fat and tissue. Her legs began to expand, slowly at first, losing their tone and acquiring a softer, cottage-cheese-like texture. The process began with the thighs that thickened and widened, push-ing Kim’s ass outwards even more, until they began to touch each other with each of Kim’s steps, and then to rub.

Downwards, the lower legs also expanded, becoming spongy and robust, like a pair of solid tree trunks. The feet followed that trend, bursting through Kim’s fashionable high-heeled shoes, forming proper companions to Kim’s knees, which were now solid and wrinkled, and the shape-less calves, which almost melded into the ankles, forming ‘cankles’.

Back upwards, Kim’s lower body – and upper thighs, and the ass – continued to expand. Kim’s stomach quickly became a potbelly, and that belly continued to expand, first forming folds of fat that steadily went upwards, as the belly dropped downwards, forming a fleshy apron.

While that was going on, Kim’s hips continued to widen, starting from the skeleton level, widening and thickening, pushing her ass ever more out, causing the reality TV diva to slow her movements to a crawling waddle, as both legs constantly rubbed against one another, forcing Kim to spread them apart as far as possible – and that wasn’t far enough to avoid the rubbing, yet far enough to slow her even more.

As Kim’s stomach dropped downwards, forming an apron of skin folds, flesh and fat, her ass became a monumental shelf, almost 40 cm long, stretching the skin and filling it with fat. For a few moments Kim’s profile resembled an isosceles triangle – a wide bottom, a narrow top, and sides that smoothly slope downwards and out.

And then Kim’s breasts ‘arrived’. One more they were their old size, the next moment, with an almost audible ‘pop’ they erupted into large, soft FFFF jugs, complete with dark and tender nip-ples, which were clearly sore, and also lactating. These new breasts also sagged under their own weight: Kim’s new stomach was large and distended, but her new breasts – even more so.

The arms and the hands, the shoulders and the upper body in general were next. They too fattened and inflated, but at a lesser scale than her legs: they were, certainly, thick and fat, but nothing as spectacular, just relatively fat and clumsy, with hands as thick as baseball mitts, sausage-like fingers and blunt, dull fingernails.

The head and face were the last parts: the neck has already sunk into the thick torso, and now, Kim’s formerly triangular face inflated, becoming an oval with a multitude of jowls and chins, in the middle of which was a relatively small, fat-lipped mouth. The new flesh affected the nose, by defacing it shape, and making it more upturned, and it affected Kim’s almond-shaped eyes, making them more oval and deep-set in Kim’s fat face, which was not just fat, but almost much plainer in appearance.

At the same time as this was going on with Kim’s face, Kim’s hair changed too, becoming much more short, stringy and greasy than before. Even her ears changed, now flaring outwards due to all the flesh pushing from behind.

...All this time, as Kim’s body fattened and expanded, at least to 480 pounds, Kim’s movements slowed, until they stopped altogether, and not just because it was getting much harder for Kim to move – something was happening on the inside as well. Outside, of course, as Kim expanded, her clothes burst, until Kim stood gloriously naked like some sort of Palaeolithic Venus – for a brief while, before new clothes magically appeared on her.

The shoes were first – good, solid, practical, flat-soled shoes that formed from the broken-down high heels. Next, Kim’s thick and swollen lower legs became encased in striped and colorful stockings, which were also cheap. Kim’s panties have long since burst, and so now Kim ass and pussy got encased in something that was possibly custom-made, but looked little more than a pad that was covering up Kim’s private parts and was tied to Kim’s legs and upper back with ropes – and then it was obscured with a skirt, that would’ve been extra long on an ordinary woman, but in Kim’s case it didn’t quite reach the red and swollen knees.

Upwards, Kim’s drooping, dropping and tender breasts were encased in a strained bra, designed by custom for the feeding mothers, whose back straps were almost invisible on Kim’s back, enclosed by its fat. The bra, in turn, was covered by a checkered shirt, which, however, remained unbuttoned, for it could not close at all over Kim’s front, and its coloring scheme sharply contrasted with the plain cottony whiteness of the bra.

Finally, earrings appeared in Kim’s ears – imitation gold and pearl, pulling the earlobes downwards, distending the ears’ shape even further – her nose sprouted several ripe zits, and her lower lip acquired several piercings.

Kim exhaled, and her entire body shook like a mountain of jelly. Kim’s skin was now red from exhaustion, and she stank of sweat. A baby’s cry split the air: Kim’s computer has vanished, and it was replaced by a baby’s bed, complete with a crying baby.

“Hold on, Chrissie, mommy’s coming,” Kim wheezed, as she tried to catch her breath. It was not easy, as right now Kim could not catch anything mobile, not even a snail, and all that she did do at the moment was gasp and breathe. Finally, her breathing slowed down, Kim slowly moved around and waddled back to the bed. As she did, the floor shook, and the carpeting became steadily cheaper, while the bed grew higher, until it was on the level with Kim’s upper torso. All that was left for Kim to do was to open one of the flaps on the bar – which was done slowly – carefully take her child with one of her clumsy hands and lift him to her pendulous breasts.

Immediately, the baby began to suck, and a smile of genuine happiness spread over Kim’s face. As it did, her surroundings changed, becoming those of an apartment in a cheap, not particularly good building. The transformation was complete.

End

[Lyssa]

This is an incredible story. I hope you share more with us!

[Junketh71]

Thanks! I'll see what I can do!

[Lore1138]

Yes love your stories, always eager to read a new one!

[Junketh71]

Thank you!

[Matt L.]

Nice work, the descriptions are first rate, a quite entertaining story overall.

Cheers, Matt

[Junketh71]

Thank you very much!