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Formula 93

By Otteronymous

"Hey! Outta the way fat boy" Vaughn said as he shoved his chubby classmate out of line. "Athletes first, equipment geeks last. You know the rules Martin." Vaughn's teammates chuckled as they watched the muffin topped middle-schooler struggle to gain his composure after being so rudely removed from the buffet line.

"Since when has that been a rule!?" Martin huffed.

"I instituted it yesterday. Didn't you hear? Whoever wins the most gold in the all-state track meet gets to set the lunch line rules" Vaughn said, accenting his smug authority with a quick flick of his long, blond hair. "So that means un-athletic sad sacks like you get to wait until the true champions replenish their strength. Besides, jogging to the back of the line will give you some much needed exercise."

Martin clenched his fist as he shuffled to the back of the line like a scolded puppy. "It's not fair" he whined while staring down at his doughy, out of shape stomach. "Vaughn eats like 3 times more than I do and he's still skinny as a rail. Some guys get all the luck."

Vaughn chuckled, his All-American smile gleaming as he watched Martin trudge to the back of the line where inferior specimens belong. Vaughn turned to the man on his right, Matthew, giving him a playful jab to the shoulder. "Like how I handled that sloppy bastard?"

"That was actually pretty lame" Matthew replied, cutting Vaughn's enamel accented ego-trip short. "Martin is a fat mess, but you didn't have to be such a dick about it."

Vaughn stared Matthew down with a smirk.

"Oh really? I didn't know you cared so much about losers like that Matt. I guess since neither of you won anything this year, you've becoming best buddies!"

Matthew narrowed his eyes, the reminder of his failing to even place in any event at the all-state track meet salted his freshly wounded pride. He hated Vaughn's smug, self-righteous nature, but he had to admit, he was one of their best runners.

"Yah...Whatever man, let's just get some food" Matthew conceded, simply wishing to disappear off Vaughn's aggression radar.

"Just don't load up too much man, gotta leave some for the real athletes here." Vaughn said as he reached for the potatoes, eager to begin his victory meal.

With a sharp yelp, Vaughn dropped the serving ladle to the buffet table, his body violently jerking out of line as a pair of meaty hands pulled at his collar.

"What do you think you're doing young man?" Mrs. Chalmers boomed. The 6 foot tall assistant coach towered over the 13 year old like a stone carved gorilla as she bellowed on. "You think just because you win some shiny pieces of metal that you get to treat your fellow classmates with such disrespect?"

Vaughn stood silently in the shadow of the colossal woman, his eyes rolling at her words.

"So be it young man, no food for you until every single person here has had their fill, and that includes all the guests staying at this lovely hotel with us."

"WHAT!" Vaughn screeched, "That's...That's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair young man, as you have well demonstrated over the last 2 years with the way you flaunt your success and physical prowess over your less fortunate classmates."

"I'm better than them!" Vaughn said, his conviction growing. "Why should I have to cater to these pathetic underachievers? Half of them are fat asses anyways! This is bullshit!"

Mrs. Chalmers stamped her waffle soled boot like a rutting rhinoceros. "Enough! You will wait silently until everyone, and I mean EVERYONE has finished. Now be gone, and don't you dare try to sneak into the line, or you'll be the last to eat for every meal until we fly back home."

Vaughn trudged to the far side of the room, his anger and jealousy boiling over as his inferior classmates laughed and giggled, digging into the food meant for him.

The teen's brooding animus was shaken as he felt another hand on his shoulder, this time greeting him with a warm voice and an even warmer smile.

"Oh you poor boy, I saw what that nasty old hag did to you. What's your name child?"

"V...Vaughn" he stammered, taken aback by the middle-aged, stately woman; her dress bearing a badge that read "W.U.P.C.C Board Member."

"What a lovely name for such a strong, athletic child. My name is Edith, and I'm here for a conference put on by Women United for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children." Edith guided Vaughn over to the room's exit as she spoke, his thoughts slightly hazy and warm as her musky perfume dulled his senses.

Edith led the quickly starving child across the hallway to the grand ballroom, her unctuous questions continuing. "My dear child, you wouldn't happen to be the very same Vaughn who just swept the middle school track and field championship this week would you?"

The fire of pride shook Vaughn from his haze. "Yep, that's me. Antoc middle school's number one athlete!"

"Oh how very fantastic!" Edith said, clapping her hands in excitement. "We at the W.U.P.C.C have been setting up a luncheon for the very best of athletes this season; a sort of "Champions Buffet" if you will." Edith pulled open the wide double doors to the ballroom, the scent of delectable treats wafting through the makeshift auditorium.

"Would you give us the pleasure of being our guest this evening? You'll get all the food you want, and we'll award you our prize winning placard!"

Vaughn was elated. At long last, he was finally being appreciated for his superior skills and form, and treated to a buffet that smelled as if it were fit for a king...fit for him.

"Absolutely! I would love to be your guest of honor."

A devilish grin crept across Edith's soft, smiling face. "Wonderful my dear boy, you won't believe what we have in store for you."

Edith walked Vaughn past the drawn curtains on the stage, revealing a trove of dinner trays lined up against the back wall.

Edith took a glance at her ornate pocket watch as Vaughn stared longingly at the platters. "Goodness, I have misplaced the time. If you'll excuse me for but a moment Vaughn, I need to go gather a few more members of our group so I can introduce them to our prize winning champion."

Edith disappeared through the crease in the ornate curtain, her voice trailing off as she shouted across the room "I'll be right back in a jiffy!"

Vaughn clutched his midsection as he heard the double doors slam shut, his hunger clawing like a caged rat in his stomach. Edith's musk lingered on his nostrils, its otherworldly odor driving Vaughn into pangs of starvation that couldn't be ignored any longer.

Like an Ethiopian child in Candy Land, Vaughn tore off the lids of the food platters and started stuffing his beautiful, boyish face with every morsel his greedy hands could grasp.

Troves of candied yams disappeared in a flash, plates of deviled eggs dashed down his ravenous gullet, and heaping fistfuls of mashed potatoes smeared across his smacking lips. Pile after succulent pile of food found its way into Vaughn's gut, forcing the young boy's once flat, washboard stomach to sport a small potbelly as Edith's treats were crammed into his packed belly.

Even as he felt his shirt begin to tent from his bulging midsection, Vaughn was insatiable. The food sat like a sack of rocks in his gut, yet he felt empty inside; his body demanding more sustenance.

Vaughn greedily scarfed down the second tray full of cinnamon buns, cakes, and brownies; his greedy smacking and slurping making him deaf to the sounds of quiet shuffling happening in the ballroom behind him.

Vaughn's eager mitts tore at the third tray, his blood running cold as he threw the lid to the ground.

Empty...the third tray was empty.

He shoved it to the floor in disgust, grabbing desperately at the fourth and fifth trays, each awarding nothing but empty platters devoid of nourishment and flavor. Vaughn's gaze darted across the room before locking onto the first two platters that he had so foolishly cast away, their surfaces still coated with grease and sugar. The teen rushed over to them before doubling over, finally realizing the immense load that was bubbling and churning in his stomach.

Vaughn fell to his knees, his pastry encrusted hands clutching at his gravid belly as he felt himself swell and bulge. His eyes caught the glint of the sweet, sugar coated platter; its siren song forcing him to ignore his pain and continue crawling on all fours towards it. Panting and drooling, Vaughn crawled his way to the platter, his stomach swirling like a typhoon as he clawed his way towards the sugar laden Eden near the curtain. If only he could get one more lick...one more face-full of its saccharine delight...

As Vaughn licked the platter before him, the curtain shot open, bathing him with soft yellow light and the gaze of a hundred murmuring women.

Vaughn reared back, covering his filth covered face as his eyes adjusted to the light. The sound of heavy footsteps greeted him before the sugar encrusted platter was kicked to the far side of the stage.

Reality slammed into Vaughn like a brick wall going 80 as he peered through his fingers and met the smiling face of Edith, her body now clad in a tight leather corset and strap buckle boots that ran up to her thighs.

"Tsk, tsk my little champion." Edith said with a finger wag. "No more treats until we introduce you to your adoring audience."

With microphone in hand, Edith made her way behind Vaughn, his mind continuously failing to piece anything together, even as the buxom woman knelt down behind him.

"Ladies!" she shouted into the microphone, her voice booming though the room. "I present to you, Vaughn! Antoc Middle School's star champion of track and field!"

A roar of applause filled the room as Vaughn felt his shirt start to lift off.

"It may be a bit hard to tell at the moment ladies" Edith continued as she worked Vaughn's shirt up over his protruding potbelly, "but our little champion was a fit and trim athlete mere moments ago."

Edith's leather gloved hand gave Vaughn's bloated midsection a healthy wobble, its contents gurgling and squelching with every rebound. Vaughn's face ran a heavy red as the crowd pointed and giggled.

"With just a few wafts of my Formula 92 perfume, I've managed to get this disgusting specimen to gorge himself into a stupor without so much as a suggestion."

The crowd burst into applause as Edith smirked and blew fake kisses to the crowd before pinching Vaughn's cinnamon encrusted cheeks. "And what a fine little piggy he's made of himself! Do you have anything to say my little champion?" She asked, holding the microphone to Vaughn's face.

The confused teen panicked he stared out at the sneering, laughing crowd.

"What...What the hell are you doing to me?" He moaned into the microphone, his hands clutching tighter at his still ballooning belly; the hunger pangs returning, begging him for more food.

"My dear child, we haven't done anything" Edith said with an insidious smile. "I believe it was you who ate two full trays of food laced with our new formula 93."

The crowd broke into a deafening roar, elated by the reveal of a second formula in a single day.

Vaughn broke into a cold sweat, his spine cracking and bending him onto all fours as his stomach threatened to rupture from the pressure. "What...what's happening to me?" he asked with a whimper.

"Just helping you become the champion you've always deserved to be." Edith said with a chuckle as she rose and strutted across the stage.

"My dear witches!" Edith said, gleefully grandstanding before the crowd. "For too long the filth and stink of children the world round have cluttered our precious world. For too long their greedy, unfettered hands have grabbed at that which is not theirs, all while squealing their disgusting, blood curdling laughter in our precious space. I say, if they wish to sequel, let them squeal for the right reasons! Behold my sisters! Behold what our newest formula can do to even the mightiest and well-formed adolescent filth!"

Vaughn let out guttural moan like a woman in labor as his stomach wretched the putrid contents of his swollen guts into the world in one long, noxious belch.

*BURRRRRPPPPPPPPPP*

The crowd cheered as the pot-bellied athlete dusted the crowd in melodious gas, its sheer mass and volume dislodging flecks of cake and treats from his lips in the process.

"It has begun my sisters!" Edith cheered, her face beaming with excitement.

Vaughn's throat bulged and thickened as his belch trailed off, his face swelling thick and turgid like a mosquito's bloated abdomen as his face sunk between his increasingly blubberous cheeks.

Vaughn cried out as his knuckles cracked and twisted, his fingers hardening and fusing together to make his once dexterous hands into the hard, cloven hooves needed to support his ever lardaceous form.

"Please! Someone please help me!" Vaughn screamed as he hobbled to his rear hooves; his fat, cartoonish face and pendulous midsection swaying laboriously as he clumsily tottered on his shrinking legs like a deformed circus bear.

Edith wobbled across stage, her hands and legs in a faux stagger as she shrieked in mocking tones. "Help! Help!"

The crowd laughed hysterically as Edith mocked the panicked and terrified teen on stage.

"Stop! Stop laughing at me!" Vaughn shouted, his voice growing more pitched and whiny as his vocal cords began to shift. "I'm...I'm a Champion! I'm..." Vaughn's words were cut short as his knees bent backwards with a hard crack, sending him crashing onto the stage with a hard belly flop. The teen gave a pained cry as his stomach took the entirety of his weight, the sudden compression of his distended, porcine gut forcing a thick, oily fart from his backside.

*FRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

The billowing gas blew hard enough to flutter the rear stage curtains, the massive drapes catching his disgusting, odious flatulence like a makeshift sail. The deformed teen grunted and wiggled as he felt his ass expand, his butt cheeks swelling with layer after layer of thick, creamy blubber.

Vaughn cried out in pain as his pants dug into his thickening thighs, the massive lard filled sausages that were once his quads finally popping the stitching of his now paltry trousers. The seams succumbed to the tortuous onslaught with a loud rip as Vaughn's backside was freed from its cotton prison; his rich, corpulent flesh spilling out of his shredded trousers like a freshly popped can of Pillsbury biscuits.

Vaughn slumped to the floor, his body now more akin to a cream swollen eclair than a prize winning athlete.

"Oh!" Edith said. "It would appear that our little experiment has ceased for the moment ladies! The formula is not quite as strong as I suspected!"

Vaughn panted and groaned as he struggled to his four, hard hooved legs, his blond hair falling across his grossly obese, but still human face.

"Please...Just...just let me go" Vaughn pleaded, his voice cracking between words as his barely human vocal cords struggled to form them.

"Oh my dear child, if you go now, who will finish off the rest of this feast?" Edith cooed as she slid a massive pile of spaghetti and meatballs in front of the wheezing demi-pig.

Vaughn's meaty jowls watered as he stared at the meal just inches from his face.

"Look at how you've already wrecked yourself. Years of physical conditioning undone in minutes" Edith said as she stroked his smooth, pink backside, fogging his mind with her magic stained touch. "What's one more plate going to do?"

Vaughn lunged forward with a squeal, his face burying into the mountain of pasta with fevered delight.

The crowd applauded and cheered as he gulped, slurped, and snorted up row after row of hot, delicious pasta. Vaughn's face cracked and distorted as his jawbone recessed and his nose pushed forward, granting him greater ease to shovel his food down. He squealed in piggish delight as his nose flared into a wide, beautiful snout; his signature appendage quickly soaking up the most wonderful bouquet of cilantro, garlic and herbs in the sauce. Vaughn gave a pained grunt and a wiggle of his swollen rump as a curly tail corkscrewed its way out of his pink, hairless flesh; the twisted curly-Q acting as a cherry on top of his freshly sealed fate.

Edith basked in the crowd's cheers as the last remnants of a 13 year old boy faded into the grotesque blob of a pig that was before them. From backstage Edith brandished a massive, shining chrome plaque and placed it in front of Vaughn as he licked and slurped at the bottom of the tray for every last sliver of sauce.

Having licked the plate to a spit shine, Vaughn looked up at the cheering crowd and heaved a massive, throaty belch of victory.

*BUUUURRRRRPPPPP*

In his magically induced mania, he had forgotten himself, believing he was once again a champion on his podium, the crowd of woman before him cheering him on for being the best; for being the finest athlete in the whole Tri-state area. With a proud grunt, he looked at the plaque that was awarded to him, his swinish face melting into horror as his small, piggish eyes darted across the text.

*FOR VAUGHN: A CHAMPION AMONGST PIGS!*

The mirror like shine of the plaque reflected his new visage for the first time, finally revealing what a disgusting wreck of a creature he had become.

Vaughn squealed in panic, his thick, blimpish legs carrying his corpulent form screaming towards the exit. The crowd cheered and laughed as he raced past them, their noses upturned into mock snouts as they jeered with squeals and faux terror on their faces.

Vaughn's massive form went crashing through the ballroom doors, his adrenaline soaked mind seeking help. Vaughn raced across the floor towards the buffet hall, knowing that Mrs. Chalmers and the other students would help, knowing they could save him from what these horrible woman had done to him.

Vaughn tumbled into the buffet hall, his thick, sweaty body coming to rest in the middle of the hall as his classmates and hotel guests stood in shock.

Vaughn cried out "Help Me! Help me!" But all that came out were shrill, high pitched squeals.

The guests in the room began to murmur and shuffle out in disgust, the sight, let alone the smell of such a horribly obese creature was beyond offensive.

Vaughn continued to squeal, confused as to why everyone was running away. Couldn't they see that he was in danger? Couldn't they see that he needed their help? He was the champion! The star athlete! How could they be ignoring him?

Vaughn's squeals were cut short as he felt a belt tie around his snout. "Quiet now you filthy beast" Mrs. Chalmers commanded, "You're scaring all these decent folk."

Vaughn bucked and twisted against her makeshift muzzle, but she wouldn't give. "Aye, you're too fat and weak to buck me you old lard sack" Mrs. Chalmers hooted in excitement. "Momma Chalmers has gotten better fight from piglets back on the ranch."

Mrs. Chalmers started to hog-tie the former child athlete with a nearby tablecloth, leaving Vaughn no other choice but to lay wheezing and squealing against his restraints, his fleshy body jiggling with every pathetic buck and jerk.

Vaughn watched as a portly child crawled out from under a nearby table, the child's look of fear turning to revulsion as he approached the swollen pig. "Ewww" Martin said, "My God he's disgusting. He's like a butterball with legs." Vaughn watched Mrs. Chalmers shoo Martin out of the room, the boy's fingers pinching his nose and making wafting gestures in the pig's direction as he passed a woman on her way into the room.

"Oh my!" said Edith as she approached, dressed once again in her most regal, respectable attire. "I do so apologize my dear woman! We are here for the 4-H meeting this week, and our prize winning pig just bolted right from his cage when we went to wash him."

Mrs. Chalmers gave a sincere smile as she spoke. "It was no problem at all ma'am, a pig that fat and pathetic could barely carry himself, let alone put up a respectable fight. He looks like he hasn't been physical a day in his life."

Vaughn squealed in protest, his pride on fire as he listened to her loathsome words.

Edith bowed her head in agreement. "He sure hasn't! They don't get much lazier or gluttonous than our champ here."

Vaughn kicked and bucked in vain. "I'm an athlete!" he reassured himself. "I'm not a pig! I'm not lazy! I'm better than these people!"

"Boy he's a stubborn one though, look at him go." Mrs. Chalmers said. "Reminds me of one of my students, Vaughn. All bravado, no real champion spirit. He doesn't really have the chops to hack it past middle school to be honest, big fish in a little pond if you catch my drift. I'd wager that once he's out of High school, he'll just let himself go to waste like this big ol' porker you got here."

The two women laughed as Vaughn laid his head on the floor in defeat, his spirit finally broken as he oinked and whimpered; his stomach still demanding more food.

"I'm still terribly sorry for ruining your meal though" Edith said, "please do allow me to make it up to you."

Mrs. Chalmers sighed. "Well, OK, if you insist. How about getting my kids a replacement meal?"

Edith could barely hide her Cheshire smile. "Oh! I would be most delighted. How about you send your kids down to the ballroom Sunday night, and we'll have a whole buffet setup for them."

"How excellent!" Mrs. Chalmers said as she reached out to shake Edith's hand. "Deal?"

"Deal" Edith said with a firm handshake, wondering if she could get enough pig cages delivered to the hotel before Sunday night...