Extra Slice #14: "My New Neighbors are Getting Fat"

Here is an extra exclusive, for Even More BS tier patrons, featuring two more vain neighbors getting fat.

Enjoy!

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It’s happening. It’s really happening. I mean, I knew it would happen like it’s happened so many times before, but every time still thrills me like the first.

You remember those hot bitches who were moving in, the ones who were making fun of my poor piggy as she was waddling about the building? Well, my piggy is getting her justice now because those two slim and sexy bitches are getting fat.

You’re welcome, Piggy.

That’s right, those slender vixens, classic mean girl stereotypes with their hard bodies now have bodies that are getting softer, squisher, fatter. Yeah, I think it’s safe to say I’ve gotten them past the soft stage. They’re at least chubby, and even that is borderline- borderline fat.

Their names are Tracey and Lacy by the way, and they are a lesbian couple, one of those cute couples whose names rhyme. Cliche? Sure. But love is love right? And I don’t care who they love as long as that love chub settles on their bellies, and around their hips, thighs and-

Woo. It is settling. I can tell you that much. The chub is settling. The pounds have been packing on. And the most beautiful thing about fattening two hotties like this at the same time is that, even though their names are so similar, they gain weight in different places. So, even though both of these lovely ladies are getting larger, they’re getting larger in different ways. 

Tracey is a pear shaped woman. She has gotten really bottom heavy. She used to have a tight little butt, not as naturally voluptuous as my piggy’s was in her prime (pre-porking up) but a cute little butt. She clearly didn’t squat as much as my piggy used to do. But her butt is making up for it now. It has ballooned in size and is threatening to become the biggest butt in the building. And because she didn’t work out as much, there wasn’t as much tone to start out with, not nearly the same amount of muscle structure to help it fight off gravity. So her cheeks are softer and saggier than my piggy’s are. Tracey’s ass cheeks tremble like crazy when she moves, and when she is in a rush to get somewhere- something she really struggles with nowadays- her butt cheeks bounce like mad.

They’re just so blubbery. And I’ve seen her reach down for her mail and seen the pants that she insists on cramming them into roll down just enough to get a nice half moon rising out of them. Her cheeks are so doughy and dimply with rich cellulite. I’m sure she’s ashamed of how much she has to struggle to squeeze into clothes that she’s too vain to get rid of. Tracey and Lacy live in the apartment directly above my own, so I hear a lot of jumping around when she’s trying to cram herself into those pants, and when she hurriedly- as hurriedly as she can be with her big fat butt- tries to run out of the apartment, sometimes I find that to be the perfect time to go check my mail and watch a glimpse of her wobbling by. And she wobbles quite a bit, especially her thighs.

Those thighs used to be tight, but not anymore. They’re sausages in too tight casings, thunder thighs that have earned their name with the way they smack and rub together. I see her sometimes at the end of a long day when she’s too tired to really work to maintain her posture and proud walk. She just gives in and waddles. It’s a slow defeated step as she struggles to lumber up the stairs. I’ve seen her as she stands there at the bottom of the steps looking up like she’s about to climb Everest instead of just up to the second floor. It would be sad if it wasn’t so hot to see. But as it is she’s such a lovely little piglet these days, and her newfound sense of self-consciousness and embarrassment just plays so nicely off of the arrogance and vanity she had until very recently.

And it’s not just her ass and thighs that have gotten fat. They’re just what have born the brunt of the weight. Tracey’s got a nice sized belly too, certainly something that she doesn’t want to show off in crop tops anymore, but she doesn’t really have much of a choice in the matter. Her belly is so pudgy now that it likes to push all of her shirts up enough to at least show a sliver of flabby flesh, and that’s tantalizing enough for me… for now at least.

Her arms are softer, weak looking things now with a real squishy quality where her arms were once lithe and very toned, and her face has gotten noticeably rounder too. The weight has taken away her high cheekbones and replaced them with chubby ones. It’s rounded out her original chin and paired it with a second one. That double chin isn’t nearly as doughy as my piggy’s, but we’re still in relatively early days.

Tracey’s tits haven’t gotten that much bigger. I’m sure that’s probably a bit of a sore point for her. She’s got the fat girl curse where her breasts get a bit more blubbery, but they mostly just sag. Now they’re heavier but not as perky and attractive as they once were, and they don’t have enough extra size to compensate.

That’s not the case with Lacy.

Lacy has enormous boobs.

Everything about her is fat. She’s got a big cushiony ass too. She also has weak arms with flabby bingo wings and fat clumsy hands. Her face has fat rosy cheeks and a nice double chin. She’s got thunder thighs too, not nearly as thick as Tracey’s thunder thighs, but they still do plenty of fat slapping. There’s a lot of her to love. She may even technically be bigger than Tracey. It’s hard to tell since their dimensions are so different. But no matter how you cut the cake, there’s a whole lot of Lacy to love, and I love all of it. 

It’s just that, when it comes to Lacy, the real show is in her boobs and belly. 

She’s got what one would justifiably refer to as bazongas, titanic tits. They are big blubbery fun bags, packed with fat because, unlike the pear shaped Tracey, Lacy is a delicious apple. Her breasts are full up, stretched out (with the marks to prove it) and saggy as all hell because there’s no way for all that fat to keep itself up. She’s got big pendulous breasts that sag downward, and the only thing that stops them from really hanging flat is the shelf of a belly that she’s developed to give them some modicum of support. 

Her gut is huge. Lacy used to have some very sexy abs. Clearly her core was what she used to work on the most, but now that she’s too busy stuffing her face to go to the gym, that slim stomach has gone to pot- pot belly that is. She’s really grown quite the gut. Her trim waist has ballooned outward with that new spare tire of hers joined by some thick saggy love handles. They really are something to see. She used to be so toned and now she’s just got this tremendous muffin top. 

Tracey can at least pretend her shirts fit. That’s not the case for Lacy. Every shirt that Lacy wears is a belly shirt. Even the blouses she tries to wear tend to ride up. And when they don’t, there’s always the gaps that inevitably form between the buttons. Pushed apart by the girth of her gut, the fat oozes through the gaps when she sits down. I’ve seen her blush when that happens. 

I’ve even seen one of those buttons pop off. 

You see, Lacy and Tracey are very neighborly people. And, perhaps because they’re a couple and not just single people, they’re a bit more open to me coming over. So when I make them something, they’re inclined to invite me over. 

That’s when I get a front row seat to see them go whole hog. 

It’s something really special to see. Even my piggy doesn't invite me in. I think she’s too ashamed to have me watch her pig out in person. And that’s hot enough for me. But Tracey and Lacy have no such qualms. They stuff their fattening faces with my food and are absolutely unashamed of how messy they are. They practically snort as they inhale my food and I love to watch it happen. 

They get sauce on their cheeks, crumbs in their cleavage. They stain their shirts. And the best part is the button popping. I’ve seen them fly off of shirts and off of pants alike. It’s honestly surprising that they keep inviting me over so much. You’d honestly think they’d have some shame.

Maybe they’re into it. 

I don’t know. All I know is that they’re getting fatter, and I love it. So I’m going to keep feeding them and making them fatter. Because it’s fun. Because I enjoy it. And if they happen to enjoy it too, then that’s a bonus, but it’s not a priority. 

It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong. They don’t have to eat my food. They want to eat my food. They could tell me no. Or they could take my food and throw it right in the trash without me even knowing about it. But they want this. They choose to eat. They choose to pig out, to stuff themselves and turn themselves from fit little brats to fat little piggies. I’d call them piglets. They’re not as big as my piggy yet, of course. 

But give them time. 

Time and calories. That’s all I need. Time and calories, and they’ll keep getting fatter for me. My piglets will get fatter and fatter, spiraling into obesity just like my piggy. They’ll never laugh at her or another fat person again. They’ll be too busy stuffing their fat faces with food and being the ones getting laughed at. 

You’re welcome, world. 

One vain slim and sexy bitch at a time (or two in this case) I’m making this world a better place, a fatter, happier place. 

Now my neighbors are just nicer to themselves and to each other. That’s a wonderful thing. Isn’t it? In fact. Maybe I’ll make building potlucks a regular thing. It would be community building. And isn’t that what we need right now? A bigger, better community. That’s the truth of this world. And I won’t let people getting fat get in the way of that truth. If they happen to get fat- very fat, that’s all just a part of the very important lesson. 

We all just need to be kinder to each other.