Jacking-up Jolie (WG, postpreg)

[Junketh71]

“...And so, it came in the news – Angelina Jolie has adopted her eighth child,” spoke the TV. “Let’s give big congratulations for this heroic woman and mother...”

“Oh, for crying aloud,” said a TV viewer, who was watching this particular bit of news. “This is getting repetitive! If the woman just wants to be a mother of a large family that badly, why not do it the direct way, without all of the adoption process getting in the way?!”

And suddenly, for the ways of the universe are mysterious, this occurred. As Angelina was sitting in her mansion, (for Brad Pitt was away on business), her surroundings melted away, shifted, becoming much more dingy, low-brow, but she didn’t notice, for she was busy transforming as well.

Her legs grew wider, starting with her hips, as they extended, moving further sideways due to the multiple births that Angelina had given to in her new past. The bones thickened, coarsened, in a flare of pain...that quickly faded down to a dull throb, more easily ignored. The ligaments con-necting them stretched-out, thinned-out, tore briefly and re-knitted themselves, become thicker too.

Angelina’s buttocks inflated, flaring out like a pair of volleyballs, nowhere as firm, but covered in a thick layer of cellulite, followed by her thighs: they thickened and widened, strengthening the bones, of course, but also widening the legs sideways, giving Angelina a very waddling sort of walk – her legs, especially above the knees, were so thick with cellulite and skin, flesh and muscle, that they almost constantly rubbed against each other, whether Angelina walked or stood still. The skin there turned varicose with veins, also red, and that redness began to spread upwards, above the hips, even as Angelina continued to transform.

Her stomach inflated with several layers of tissue and then deflated, sagging over the waistline like a deflated balloon. Angelina’s navel was a pit couple of inches deep; stretch marks and signs of unsuccessful plastic surgeries, aimed to deal with them, crisscrossed the skin, even as the currently empty stomach flapped loosely above the belt buckle.

Meanwhile, Angelina’s backside continued to widen as well, new muscles appeared there and strengthened her, lifting her deflated belly somewhat upwards – but only slightly; the same went for her breasts as they abruptly popped out and down, becoming FFF in size, but gourd-like in shape, sagging down and noticeably bottom-heavy, with large, red and sore-looking nipples. The bra, which held them, kept the breasts relatively upwards, but only relatively, as they appeared to be rather worn-out, almost tired-looking (though it may be a stretch to call breasts that).

Angelina’s face, however, really was tired-looking, and also fat, with at least three or four chins obscuring her neck, melding upwards into the chipmunk-looking cheeks. The ears were small, but jutted to the sides, cushioned from the behind by the new facial flesh and fat; the eyes were small, but half-obscured by the lowered eyelids and the nose, which now jutted forwards, looking almost like a small proboscis in shape.

Angelina’s clothing followed suit. Below the waist she was now dressed in old, worn-out dark jeans, stretched as tight as sausage castings, showing signs of many patch-up jobs throughout the years. Even now, in some places the jeans were quite shiny and threadbare, showing Angelina’s inflated and varicose legs.
Above the waist, Angelina now worse a shirt and a vest in a similar condition to the jeans’. The shirt and vest were unbuttoned, revealing the distended belly and breasts, located in a sturdy black maternity bra, as well as a pair of rather hairy (and unwashed) armpits. The hair there was drenched in sweat, as was Angelina’s forehead; the hair on her head was lustreless, lifeless, just dropping down slightly past her shoulders in a rather crude way.

“Now children, hwee,” Angelina said with a wheezing breath, “settle down – you’re getting too much for your mama nowadays! Hwee!!”

The children, it should be mentioned, did not really listen to her – they were now a dirty bunch of boys and girls, most of whom bearing dark hair similar to Angelina’s own, but a couple of them were blonde.

Still wheezing, Angelina made her way to her computer – like everything else in her apartment now, it was an old, beaten thing, which was childproofed, however. Clicking a button, she turned it on.

With a wheeze - just like its' owner's - and some flickering, the computer came on, revealing Angelina’s new Facebook page, featuring pictures – genuine and photo shopped – of various celebrities, such as Jennifer Aniston, and also a message from her best friend Nadya S giving her a photo of giving her the thumbs up and encouraging message, saying – “You’re halfway up to me with the kids – let’s see if you will catch on!”

"Oh, it is so on!" Angelina said, girding up her loins and preparing to acquire yet another child in her belly. "Hwee!"

And she wheezed.

End

[Matt L.]

Hello Junketh71,
Very entertaining story, the transformation was quite amusing.

Cheers, Matt

[Junketh71]

Thanks for the review - I really appreciate it!