"A Carnival of Fattening Fortunes 3"

This collection includes all of the previously released stories plus "Big Fat Target". Tomorrow I will be posting "A Carnival of Fattening Fortunes: The Complete Collection" which will include all of my "Carnival" stories put together as well as in PDF format. This will be in advance of "Roller Coaster of Fat" releasing on Deviant Art.

Enjoy!

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"Weighted With Water"

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Alyssa was a real queen bee type. Even though she had graduated college two years ago, she was still the kind of person who dominated her friend group like she was still the head cheerleader. It wasn’t surprising when people learned that Alyssa was prom queen her senior year of high school, something she still bragged about. She was a very classic beauty with a classic mean girl attitude.

That attitude was shared by her skinny bitch friends, Kimberly, Hazel, and Aria. They were also three beauties who were extremely full of themselves, though in the constant beauty contest that was their lives, Alyssa was quick to remind them that they were all playing for a distant second. But they still all ranked themselves far above others, especially fat people whom they loved to make fun of.

Alyssa strutted through the carnival with her loyal friends lagging jus behind her as she went into Madame Zara’s fortune telling tent. Alyssa was a sucker for all things astrology and astrology adjacent, and Madame Zara was quick to read her arrogance and then her fattening fortune.

“Your competitive nature will inflate more than just your ego.”

Alyssa was so taken aback by the strange fortune that she stormed right out of the tent and expected her friends to follow without even getting fortunes for themselves read.

Madame Zara just smiled though as they all disappeared back behind her tent curtain. She knew that Alyssa’s fate was tied to each of them in turn.

Once back outside of the tent, Alyssa wanted to find something that would take her mind off of the strange fortune. She quickly settled on one of those water gun racing games, the kind where you shoot water into a clown’s mouth and it blows up a balloon until it pops. She quickly convinced Kimberly, Aria, and Hazel to play it as well since the more competitors meant a bigger prize.

And in this case a bigger downfall.

When the bell rang to signal the start of the game, Alyssa’s fattening fate was sealed.

The water shot right into the clown’s mouth, straight and true, and Alyssa grit her teeth and furrowed her brow as she held her aim steady. She watched through steely eyes as that water balloon filled up.

And as it did so, she failed to realize that her feet were swelling too.

It was slow at first as the skin stretched and her toes plumped up. They each inflated like tiny little balloons into fat mini-sausage like toes. And her feet became longer, wider, rounder all because of the fat that filled them. They grew big and swollen, and then that fat kept working its way upward. Her ankles filled up with fat until they met her calves and then from that point on they grew together into thick swollen cankles. But the fat was far from stopping there.

As Alyssa kept her eyes on the clown, she failed to realize just how much her thighs had already grown. The fat got to them very quicky, and her lithe limbs filled up with fat and swelled outward. She quickly grew saggy saddlebags, and her thick thunder thighs soon slapped together with a noticeable squelching sound. They strained her shorts but miraculously had no cellulite. Pretty much anyone else with thighs as fat as Alyssa were at that point would have been covered in a blanket of cellulite, but Alyssa’s chunk thighs bear no such marks. Instead, her skin just looked very tight, stretched out yet sagging with fat down over her knees as if that fat was water sloshing inside of a water balloon. Her fat thighs continued to tremble as more fat filled them, and her stance started to widen as she kept filling her clown’s balloon with her water gun. 

Alyssa’s ass was the next thing to inflate. Her perky butt cheeks soon ballooned with blubber. They stretched out her shorts even further, practically blowing out the rear, and sagged like two heavy water balloons as they jiggled with fat. With each passing moment that the balloon filled, so did Alyssa’s ass. But while the balloon got bigger and lighter with air, Alyssa’s ballooning butt cheeks grew larger and heavier with lard. The loose fat that filled them made her enormous ass cheeks quick to quiver at the slightest movement. And just like her thighs, the skin simply remained stretched out (and stretch out quite a ways) without developing the cottage cheese texture of cellulite. That was almost as impressive of the sheer girth of her glutes. And speaking of girth, her gut soon grew new girth of its own.

Her belly went from fat to blubbery real soon. It swelled up with fat just like the rest of her and soon bounced over the waistband of her pants and started to press against the table as she continued to shoot her water gun at the clown head across from her. Her abs, faint to begin with, disappeared completely, swallowed up by the gut that grew in front of her. That gut came with a pair of thick love handles that spilled over the sides of her shorts and combined with a juicy roll of back fat to complete the meaty muffin top. It grew heavy and saggy just like the rest of us, and it hung down toward her thighs and sloshed about as it grew heavier, filling with more and more fat.

Above that, Alyssa’s breast began to swell. The once perky pair soon sagged like a set of water balloons as they grew somewhat bigger but a lot heavier thanks to the fat that filled them. They quivered as they grew and hung low, sagging onto the shelf of her blubber belly. Along with the fattening of her breasts came the fattening of her arms. Those thin limbs became thick with fat, and her biceps turning into flabby bingo wings. The jiggling of them though was surprisingly limited due to the focus she kept on maintaining her aim. It’s what made her balloon fill faster than the others around her, and it’s also what made her grow fatter faster.

The final thing to fatten was Alyssa’s face. It grew round with thick jiggly jowls where her high cheek bones once were. Her jowls drooped down and were joined by a distinctly doughy double chin that complimented her chubby cheeks perfectly. Ultimately her face looked swollen with fat just like the rest of her body. 

The clothes she was wearing looked extremely tight, almost painted on. Her shirt could not contain the girth of her gutt, and her blubber butt was threatening to burst out of her pants. The button on her shorts popped off at the exact same time as Melody’s balloon did. She shouted and raised her arms in victory. This time the bingo wings really jiggled freely.

As her fat arms wobbled, along with the rest of her, Alyssa looked around at her friends. They were all fatter too, but there faces remained for the most part completely untouched.

Kimberly, had a slightly chubby face. She had come within a moment or two of her balloon popping. Hazel and Aria’s faces were exactly the same. And Aria, who had finished last of the four friends now looked brother disproportionate with the way the fat filled her.

Aria’s arms and breasts had not grown any bigger, just a little softer, but her gut and everything below it had ballooned with fat. She had a very squishy stomach, a full on blubber belly just like the rest of her once skinny friends. And she was subject to the same incredibly fat and saggy ass and thick thunder thighs that caused her to waddle, but from the breasts up she looked like the same basic hot bitch that she had been. It would make working angles on social media and dating apps very easy and leave her future dates very surprised.

Hazel, meanwhile, looked a lot more like Kimberly. White her face was completely untouched, her arms had grown noticeably fatter with the requisite bingo wings where her proud biceps once were. And her breasts had also developed quite a bit of sag though they were not as large and lard filled as Kimberly and Alyssa’s. 

By far though, Alyssa was the fattest of the lot. Her lard filled body was incredibly large. She was a big blob of a woman whose flabby form quivered with the slightest movement. She attempted to jump in victory, but barely got her fat feet off the ground, and when she landed again her fat body shook for a very long time. She was very happy to receive her prize, a stuffed pig made up like a clown.

It was very fitting.

And after that, Alyssa and her friends, who were none the wiser to what had happened to them, waddled off to stuff themselves with funnel cake and lots of other fair foods. Occasionally, when they slept at night, they would all remember what their lives had once been, how they had once been the slim and sexy bitches who made fun of others and were now total lard asses. But for the most part, they were very happy and hungry piggies.

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"Taking Fatness for a Spin"

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Maryse was a tall, slim and sexy model with beautiful natural platinum blonde hair. She was an up and comer destined to hit it big. She knew that. But she was also angry that in the meantime she was slumming it in a place like this carnival.

The carnival was beneath her. It was filled with low class working people and- worse- with fat people. Maryse detested fat people. They were greedy and lazy, and smelly and worse. Maryse looked down upon fat people, something that was easy for her to do given her statuesque height. She didn’t just think she was better than fat people.

She knew it.

Maryse was a truly stereotypical beauty standing tall at five feet nine inches and with lean curves. Her body had solid muscle to it, and she was also long and limber. She was curvy and toned but slim. She had great breasts, perfect in size and perkiness as well as a perfect, toned heart shaped ass and a set of six pack abs. It was no wonder that Maryse had been an incredibly popular (and often feared) individual her entire life whose career was about to really pop off.

She just had to get past this stupid carnival, one last necessity gig where she was tasked with looking pretty in a crop top and daisy duke shorts while standing next to tractors and produce and just stupid shit, and then the world would be her oyster. No more carnivals or car shows, just cat walks and major magazines.

And once she was on her last break of the day, Maryse knew that she needed to do something to relieve her boredom.

So she strutted across the grounds and into Madame Zara’s tent hoping that a quick fortune might be good for a lark. Little did she know how life changing her little diversion would be.

Madame Zara watched as Maryse carried herself into the tent like she was a queen and gently took her seat across from Madame Zara as if the chair was her own personal throne.

“Let’s do this.”

“So quick to see your fate?”

“I’m ready for some good news and a bit of fun.”

“Be weary. Fate can be very surprising. Are you sure you wish to see what the cards have in store for you?”

“You don’t scare me, old lady. I said let’s do this.”

Madame Zara ruefully shook her head at Maryse’s arrogance and began to deal and read the cards.

“Your perfect life is in for quite the spin, and your vanity will weigh you down and bring you low.”

Maryse blinked twice.

“Well, okay then. That was something….”

If Maryse was less arrogant she would admit to herself that there was a small knot in her stomach and a tingling of the hair on the back of her neck, but she ignored any signs of trouble and just walked straight out.

Looking to clear her head and with a bit of time left on her break, Maryse saw one of those spinning rides that pin you to a wall with centrifugal force alone, and she figured she would- no pun intended- give it a spin.

As the ride began to spin up, Maryse’s body began to change.

The first thing that started to change was Maryse’ slender stomach. As the ride spun her around, she was still pinned to the side but despite the force, her belly began to surge forward. Her abs disappeared quickly and completed as the fat expanded trim waist and turned her flat stomach into a fat gut. It was getting so big that her spare tire was actually starting to segment into distinct rolls of doughy fat that grew along with a full set of meaty love handles and thick back fat that pressed against the wall of the ride and started to squeeze to the sides. Her gut quivered as it grew, and it would have sagged downward if the force of the ride didn’t keep it up. When the ride finished spinning, Maryse would be doomed to have her big flabby dome of a gut slap down onto her thighs.

Those thighs were starting to thicken as well. Just like her stomach spun outward, the fat that started to cling to Maryse’s once toned thighs began to quiver and radiate outward as well. Her thighs expanded in all directions, becoming great jiggling tubes of fat. All of the lean muscle that she was proud of was replaced by bulbous flab that shook as the ride continued to spin and she continued to grow. Soon there was no sign of any athleticism in her legs, just softness, just fat. Maryse’s thunder thighs pressed against the ride and against each other. Her thigh fat squished against itself and pushed so hard that it forced her to widen her stance even with the forces of the ride working against her. Her legs slid further apart, but her thighs kept touching. She used to have thighs that allowed her to be strong and springy. Now they were just springy with fat and blanketed by cellulite.

Maryse’s ass grew as well. Her toned, perky, perfect posterior was lost forever as the fat swallowed it up. It spread out behind her as it pressed against the wall of the ride and was forced to ooze through to the sides. Her ass cheeks were like two overused stress balls being squeezed. If she could stand freely, her bulbous butt cheeks would be bouncing on top of the backs of her thick flabby thunder thighs. Her butt kept growing, and eventually that fat started to push Maryse further away from the wall like two ballooning cushions. The gap that that made though was soon filled by the fat that was gathering on Maryse’s back which then squished against the wall with a squelching sound. Her buns of steel were now soft blubber buns, caked in cellulite and doomed to be the kind of loose sagging butt cheeks who bounced and quivered at the slightest movement. Pants would be a great difficulty from now on thanks to the girth of her glutes.

The next things to get bigger were Maryse’s breasts which inflated with fat. Her breasts had always been rather large, but Maryse always considered them to be the perfect size. They were large enough to be eye-catching, but they were still a manageable weight with a surprising amount of firmness. But as the ride spun around, Maryse’s breasts exploded with fat and became massive mammaries. They practically threw outward and threatened to not only pop out of her bra but burst through her shirt completely. They filled with quivering fat and were quickly covered in angry stretch marks. Her once perky breasts were now two big fat fat blubbery bowling balls. Just like her belly, they would have sagged heavily and, coincidentally enough, right onto that shelf of a belly, but, thanks to the forces of the ride, if anything they were threatening to fly upward and slap Maryse in the face.

Her face did not escape the fattening. Instead, her model face grew round with fat. Her cheeks got chubby and then developed jiggly jowls that flapped as the ride spun and spun. Maryse’s narrow, well defined chin lost that definition and instead developed a plump and doughy double chin that joined the rest of her face in wobbling. As her high cheekbones disappeared and her slim face grew fatter it also became far more dull and piggish looking, far from the vain model that she had been. Maryse’s face was now redundantly doughy with even her nose getting wider, plumping up with fat.

Finally, Maryse’s arms grew fatter. Soon, her biceps were gone, and her muscles were replaced by fat. She had great jiggly bingo wings that drooped over her chubby elbows. Her wrists grew thick with fat and even her hands grew chubby. Her fingers grew into plump sausages which made her hands just look incredibly clumsy. She was clearly just an awkward fatty.

And yet her transformation went beyond just weight gain.

As Maryse was spun by the ride, her own center of gravity changed. Her body grew wider, and as it grew wider, it also got shorter. She shrank from a statuesque 5’9 down to 4’11. What this meant was that, by the time the ride was done spinning around, Maryse was now a short round ball of fat. She was a big ball of bouncing blubber who practically fell over and would have had to roll off the ride. 

She managed to stay on her two jiggly pudding legs, and as she fought the keep her balance, her big blubber belly sloshed about out in front of her, most of it was completely exposed thanks to the crop top that she was still wearing, a crop top that barely contained her massive breasts. The front of her shorts was mostly obscured by the overhang of her apron of a belly, and her big blubbery booty spilled out the back. The chunky cheeks oozed under the leg openings and onto her tree trunk like thunder thighs, and the tops of her bloated butt cheeks crested over the waistband of her shorts to give her a permanent plumber's crack.

Maryse was none the wiser to this as she waddled off to find some food before her break ended and she would have to be back to modeling at the petting zoo.

People loved getting pictures of her next to the pigs.

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"Caramel Apple Shaped Body"

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Jordyn’s sense of superiority may have started right from the moment she was born and her parents decided to give her name a “unique” spelling. 

But her arrogance definitely hit a peak in high school and then college. 

Jordyn was an athlete, not a super competitive one. In fact, jokes inevitably comparing her to Michael Jordan had annoyed so much that she dropped out of most competitive sports at an early age. But Jordyn loved being athletic and active. She was a runner, a climber, and an avid kayaker. She loved sailing as well and had the kind of well off family that allowed her to indulge in all of these activities. And she excelled at them. 

She also excelled at making fun of others. 

Making fun of others was another thing that Jordyn loved to do as a way of making herself feel even more superior. Maybe it was those early childish jokes that turned her so sour, but Jordyn now had the beauty and confidence to look down on others, and she made the most of it. This was especially true of fat people. Jordyn loved to make fun of fat people the most because she thought of them as the total opposite of herself. To Jordyn, fat people were lazy, ugly losers. And making fun of them was both easy and enjoyable.

Why was she at the carnival?

She didn’t really know. She just felt some kind of pull. And it was that same pull that made her walk into Madame Zara’s tent leading to the fattening fortune that changed her fate forever.

Madame Zara was already dealing the cards before Jordyn sat down.

“Beauty can be gone in a bite as your vanity eats you up.”

Jordyn just blinked.

“What is that fortune cookie bullshit?”

Madame Zara just looked at Jordyn with a disconcerting smile, and that was enough to drive her out of the tent and back into the carnival proper.

Once there, Jordyn felt another pull. This time it was caused by a rumbling in her stomach that pulled her toward one of the many food stalls.

Food like this normally wasn’t for Jordyn. She knew how fattening fair food could be, and if anything she’d normally be in a place like this showing off her hard earned abominable muscles and flaunting her fit figures as pathetic fatties stuffed their fat faces, but today Jordyn had a craving.

That craving was for caramel apples. 

There were so many to choose from and Jordyn decided to get a caramel apple that was also coated in Oreo cookie crumbs and came with a short of whipped cream as a gimmick. Jordyn did the shot of whipped cream quickly and then rubbed her tight abs as she held the caramel apple up to her face.

She thought about tossing it, of not committing to so many calories and so much sugar, but she wanted it so bad, so she took a great big bite.

The caramel apple started to turn Jordyn into an apple shaped fatty.

This meant that the first thing about her to change as she bit into the sweet, delicious apple was her stomach. Her slim stomach with its washboard abs and its trim concave waist began to quiver and shake and then explode outward in all directions. She was a tight waisted hottie no more as her stomach sailed rapidly past the tubby phase and into full blown fatness. Suddenly she was sporting a great big sagging gut, a blubbery mess that grew so fat and sagged so much that it started to segment itself into tiers. She developed one huge lower roll that sagged low and was humorously tucked into her joggers. Above that she had two other thick rolls that each jiggled to its own rhythm.

Her sides sprung out with love handles, thick slabs of fat that grew beyond the point of being called meaty. They were heavy melting blobs of buttery blubber that stuck out and then hung uselessly over the waistband of her pants. Her blubbery love handles and matching blubber belly were further matched by the squishy back fat that sprung up Jordyn’s back. One particularly thick roll, the lowest one, merged with her love handles and blubber belly to complete the mighty muffin top that the woman who once sported abs now had. She used to be so rock hard, and now her stomach was buried under nothing but softness.

In that moment she looked ridiculous with the rest of her body still slim and sexy and a gut that would have made her look eleven months pregnant if it wasn’t so soft. Of course, the other thing that soon made her look rather pregnant was the expansion of her breasts. They were about to be truly massive melons.

Jordyn’s breasts quickly grew to jumbo size. She had always had large breasts but now they surged outward until she had tits of titanic proportions. Her bosom swelled and spilled over the cups of her bra. Her boobs stretched the t-shirt she was wearing to its absolute limit and left her with a canyon of cleavage. Her blubbery breasts quiver as they grew, and as her boobs got bigger they also got covered in stretch marks. It was inevitable given their size and incredible rate or growth. Her massive mammaries quivered as they continued to fill with fat like big blubber bowling balls that finally gave into the undefeated force of gravity and start to sag like flappy pendulums of flab. They hung downward until they were met by the shelf that was the upper most fat roll of Jordyn’s once slim and toned stomach. And still her boobs continued to balloon. They grew bigger and bigger into proportions that would make porn stars blush.

She had always been proud of her breasts, and she loved to show them off. But now Jordyn would find herself struggling to carry them around with their enormous weight and the strain that they put on her fat back. There would also be no possible way for people to not notice them unless they were distracted by her even bigger belly.

As the formerly slim and sexy Jordyn continued to eat her caramel apple. The rest of her formerly fit figure began to fatten as well.

While her breasts and her belly remained her biggest, fattest features by far, her beautiful butt became big and bulbous as well. Its tone was lost forever, taken away by the sea of fat that surged forward filling her cheeks with chunk. Those chunky cheeks strained the seat of her pants and stretched the fabric tight enough to make the pattern of her cottage cheese cellulite painfully clear. Her once perky ass cheeks became bloated and yet thoroughly defeated cushions. They were saggy pillows of fat that filled her pants and slumped downward onto the backs of her thighs. Her ass was once so firm that you could bounce a quarter off of it, and now it was truly enormous. The fact that her belly was still big enough to call her decidedly apple shape was a real sign of just how big of a gluttonous, gelatinous gut that she had. Still, her butt was no slouch (other than the way the fat that turned her toned butt to mush now sagged.)

The thighs that those titanic butt cheeks were now sagging onto exploded with fat as well. They grew from proud, toned, muscular limbs, to large, lard filled thunder thighs. Her thighs looked like stuffed sausages in her pants. Those pants could now only ironically be called joggers. Just like her ass, her thick thunder thighs stretched the fabric of her pants so much that her cellulite was visible. Her stance as she continued to gorge on her caramel apple was far wider because her thigh fat slapped and then pressed together so much that it forced her feet to move further apart.

Those feet grew fatter too with plump toes. Her feet grew fat and wide enough that her days of wearing strappy heels were long over. And, of course, her feet weren’t the only thing that got fatter. Her calves and ankles both swelled up as well until Jordyn was sporting a pair of swollen cankles. Jordyn’s days of strutting around as a slim and sexy vixen were done for. She was doomed for nothing but waddling around now. And she still kept getting fatter.

Back up top, Jordyn’s arms grew fat and flabby. She developed prominent bingo wings that jiggled as she held up her caramel apple and continued to bite into it. The fat extended throughout her arms, thickening her slender wrists and making its way into her hands. Jordyn’s hands grew chubby as she held up and bit into the apple, and her fingers grew thick to match her sausage toes. Once her arms were done growing fatter, her bingo wings kept jiggling as Jordyn held the caramel apple to her face and took bite after bite after bite.

Jordyn’s face grew fatter as well, and with each bite, her double chin became more and more obvious and till it was thick and doughy and wobbling dramatically. Her cheeks disappeared, hidden by jiggly jowls. She looked rather piggish as she chomped down on the rest of the apple. 

Still, as fat as Jordyn was- and she was quite big and blubbery, it was clear that the fattest parts of her were her big blubber belly and her equally bulbous breasts. They stood out the most, quite literally with how far they stuck out. And they ensured that Jordyn would always be called an apple shape. 

That is if anyone called her anything other than just fat. 

Not satisfied with just one apple, Jordyn got two more, both loaded with a variety of toppings.

Her big fat body and unchecked gluttony was starting to draw some stares- and more than a few unkind words, so Jordyn took her caramel apples and waddle off to find some shade to sit her fat butt down in and pig out in peace. 

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"Caked Up By Funnel Cake"

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Keisha had a big fat ass. 

And she loved it. In fact, Keisha made a point of constantly parading her ass around in the tightest jeans she could fit into. Keisha was proud of the heads that it turned, and it turned a lot of heads. Everyone else loved Keisha’s big fat ass, and if they didn’t love it, Keisha would say it was just because they were jealous of it.

One of the things that made Keisha’s big fat ass so popular was the way it seemed to defy gravity. There was very little sag to it. It just stuck out, big and beautiful. And whereas other women with much smaller asses might be cursed with cellulite, Keisha’s curves were cellulite free. It made her big fat ass perfect for flaunting in a bikini, something Keisha loved to do.

The other thing that made Keisha’s big fat ass stand out was that the rest of her was so slender by comparison. Other than her large butt, Keisha’s body was stereotypically slim and sexy. She had a snatched waist and perky boobs. Her arms were toned and slender, and so were her legs. They were thick, but strong and tight. 

Keisha’s big beautiful butt gave her the kind of confidence that inevitably pushed her up the social ladder wherever she found herself. And she strutted through the carnival like a queen examining peasants. And enjoying the smell of carnival food.

That was another thing that drove people crazy- in a somewhat different way- about Keisha. She loved food and could eat whatever she wanted and not really gain any weight. If anything it just made Keisha’s big butt bigger and more beautiful.

But first, Keisha decided that she was going to stop and get her fortune read in Madame Zara’s tent.

It was a decision she would regret.

Madame Zara dealt the cards quickly and delivered an even quicker fortune.

“Even you can have too much of a good thing.”

Keisha just rolled her eyes.

“Okay. Could have just gotten Chinese food and gotten the same fortune, but whatever.”

As Keisha left, and Madame Zara watched her ass bounce its way out of her tent, the seer of fate did have to question herself.

“Am I getting a bit lazy today? Perhaps I’m getting tired.”

It didn’t matter though. Lazy fortune or not, Keisha was going to get FAT.

Once Keisha was back outside, she knew that she was done putting off her desire for food. If anything, her cravings were even more intense now. She could feel a buzzing of hunger as she pressed a hand to her slender stomach.

The funnel cake was calling her name.

And once Keisha got to the funnel cake stand, she order the most decadent, the most indulgent, the most absolutely sinfully delicious calorie bomb combo that she could think of. She ordered a funnel cake with cannoli cream and cookie butter, two scoops of vanilla ice cream, whipped cream with strawberries, chocolate syrup, crushed up Ferrero Rocher, and Lotus cookie bits on. 

She squealed with delight and then dug right in.

Each new forkful of the decadent dessert helped to pack on plenty of pounds.

Of course the first thing to expand further was Keisha’s big fat ass. Her already big butt cheeks grew more bloated with fat. The swelled up like two big balloons and stretched the denim she was wearing to its absolute limit. It creaked under the new weight of her blubbery butt cheeks. Her chunky cheeks grew even more cushiony, and for the first time started to develop cellulite as whatever tone they did have was lost. Her big fat ass finally lost the fight to gravity as well. Once her butt cheeks were now so large and full of lard, they finally started to sag. While her ass still surged further outward, it started to hang down like a broken shelf of fat. Her thick cheeks slapped down onto the backs of her thickening thighs.

And those thighs thickened quickly. With each new bite they expanded further with fat. Her thighs soon doubled in size into thick thunder thighs that slapped and then pushed together, widening Keisha’s stance as she ate. Her thighs also became covered in a blanket of cellulite and became so soft and squishy that they wiggled at the slightest movement. Her fat started to roll over her knees, and below her knees her calves swelled up along with her ankles until they became a pair of cankles, and her slender, dainty feet became fat clodhoppers with thick sausage toes.

Keisha was clearly destined to be a big fat pear shape, but while her lower half bore the brunt of her new weight, that didn’t mean that the rest of her wasn’t getting fat as well. She was becoming a chunkster all over as she continued to chow down on her funnel cake.

The snatched waist of hers started to swell. She soon grew a very generous pot belly with a pair of matching meaty love handles that all joined together to make for a mighty muffin top. At that point there was no way anybody could mistake Keish for being slender. Her stomach surged forward and jiggled with each new bite. It didn’t take much to get her tubby tummy fat quivering because it was so redundantly soft and squishy. It bounced around to its own rhythm, and while it couldn’t keep pace with her chunky ass, her big blubbery belly still did its best to act as some kind of counterweight, and it was aided in front by her growing breasts.

Those breasts had once been rather perky. But as she devoured the funnel cake, all of that perkiness was eaten up by fat. They grew bigger and heavier, and as they did they also began to sag more and more. They began large quiver mounds of lard that drooped downward onto the blubbery shelf of Keisha’s big fat belly. That shelf of a spare tire helped to support them as they grew fatter and took some of the strain off her fat back.

Keisha’s arms grew flabby and turned from biceps to bingo wings. They wobbled constantly as Keisha continued to stuff her face. And that face was growing fatter with each new bite. She developed jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin that was very appropriate given the amount of fried dough that she was consuming. Still, she kept cramming big bites of that loaded up funnel cake into her chubby cheeks, and those cheeks responded by getting even chubbier.

She looked like a real pig with ice cream, and various toppings smeared across her chubby cheeks and dripping down her multitude of chins into her canyon of cleavage. Behind her, Keisha was dragging a big fat ass that had given her a permanent plumper’s crack.

Keisha didn’t care about any of this though. Her life was now just one of endless indulgence. And all she thought about as she scooped up the remnants of her meal with her fat fingers and sucked them clean was what she was going to try next. She was content to keep messily eating and embracing the big fat pig that she had become.

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"Big Fat Target"

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Deena was a competitive country girl, a slim and sexy athletic vixen who prided herself on being a proud cowgirl. 

Her diva cowgirl aesthetic was on full display as she strutted around the carnival in her cowboy boots with Daisy Duke Jean shorts and just a cropped leather vest that showed off her abs and high lifted her perfect perky breasts. The shorts did a great job of showcasing her perfect else. 

The other thing that Deena had with her was her posse of friends, a collection of gorgeous continuity girls who also sidled up to the carnival in designer boots. The crew moved in step with Deena and always just slightly behind their leader. They were a gaggle of pretty blondes in boots and cowgirl hats who strutted about judging others as they went. 

They were a competitive bunch who loved trying to one up each other, although ninety percent of the time Deena ended up winning. They were even competitive in the way they made fun of others, trying to come up with the cattiness insults and make the most people cry. 

Fat people were their favorite targets. The ladies loved to flaunt their fit bodies and call fatties all sorts of names like piggy or cow. 

When Deena and her band of slim and sexy moons entered Madame Zara’s tent, Madame Zara was filled with an incredible sense of déjà vu.

And then she flipped the cards and…

“Your competitive nature will inflate more than just your ego.”

Madame Zara seldom gave the same fortune twice. Perhaps she was tired. It was so late in the day. Perhaps her powers were waning a bit, but nonetheless, Deena and her friends certainly fit the bill. 

And they had the same response as so many other which was confusion, followed by an eye roll, and then storming out of the tent. 

After that, Deena led her friends to the midway to play some games. She thought about playing one of those water gun racing games, but then she saw something a little more country. 

“Big Bertha’s Big Barnyard Shootout” read the sign.

It was a shooting gallery with a bunch of animals for targets. Deena thought the theming was a bit odd (who would shoot farm animals?), but she wasn’t going to pass off a chance to show off her cowgirl shooting skills. 

When the targets started coming by, Deena expertly went after them with dangerous precision. 

Dangerous to her waistline that is. 

Deena shot the first little piggy, and her belly suddenly got a little pudgier. She didn’t notice of course how her slender stomach had suddenly puffed out a little bit. She was too locked in on her next target, and as she shot at another piglet her new pot belly got even puffier. Each new target that she shot meant her tight and toned tummy got tubbier and tubbier. With each new pig that she shot down, she pack on more pounds of pudge right around her middle. 

Soon she was sporting a real juicy muffin top complete with thick love handles that spilled over the sides of her shorts just like her big blubbery gut, which was still growing in girth, did. Deena was holding the rifle with her elbows leaning on the counter, and so her gut spilled downward as it surged forward. Her blubbery belly was a saggy sack of soft stodgy fat that soon pressed against the counter and was forced to spill out in multiple directions and more fat squeezed against the wood and just kept coming. 

The fat filled her ass as well which was plain to see to anybody walking by. Her right butt cheeks ballooned with each new target that she shot. They grew softer as they swelled with fat and stretched out the fabric of her denim shorts.  Each one rose like bread dough and then crested over the waistband of her shorts like two doughy half moons rising up to complete the plump picture. 

Deena ignored the snickers from behind her as passersby got a good glimpse of her new plumber’s crack. She just kept shooting and her ass and stomach kept getting larger. Her gut grew heavier and hung lower, and her already wide rump grew rounder. Her blubber butt cheeks continued to billow outward becoming two big, soft, squishy pillows that sagged downward and oozed out the legs of her shorts revealing their cellulite to the world. 

As her ass cheeks slapped onto her thighs. Those thighs grew to meet them. Deena found knew animals to target, and as she blasted some chickens, her thighs filled further with rich, buttery fat. 

She grew lard filled legs like thick drumsticks. While her feet, ankles, and calves all grew plumper, the majority of her weight went to her thunder thighs which quivered and slapped together as new fat filled them. They kept jiggling as the fat pressed so hard against itself that Deena had to widen her shooting stance, not that that hindered her ability to aim and therefore fatten herself up further.

Her thighs just kept growing thicker. The cellulite coated flab started to droop down over her knees. They shook as they sagged and kept growing fatter and fatter. 

Then she started nailing the cow targets. 

And Deena’s breasts grew into big fat udders. 

They swelled up in her bra and sagged downward just like udders. They grew bigger and heavier as they filled with blubber. The cows went down one by one, and Deena’s breasts grew heavier pound by pound. 

Deena’s arms grew heavier too. As she spotted more pigs and chickens to quickly shoot down, her lithe limbs filled with fat, becoming the size of ham hocks with big wobbly bingo wings. The fat just hung there lazily as she maintained her steady aim and nailed target after target to add more pounds to her obese body. 

Finally, Deena fattened up her face as she hit the last few targets. Her cheeks grew plumper, her chin doubled. Her whole face swelled up with fat until she looked exceptionally piggish right as she nailed the very last target. 

Deena’s prize was, fitting enough, a big fat stuffed pig wearing a crown. She waved it around in triumph, and that really sent her bingo wings a wobbling. She then hugged it, pressing the plush pig into her soft squishy breasts and giving it a squeeze. After that she looked around her and her friends were changed as well. 

They were all chubby with noticeably pot bellies and big fat flabby butts. Each of the previously slim and sexy vixens now sported thick thunder thighs that ensured that they would be stuck waddling from now on, but while all of them were definitely chubby and some were exceptionally fat, they all paled to the fat pig that was Deena. 

Deena was a whole lotta woman. Her fat spilled out from under her leather vest which was now held on by only one strained button. Her breasts were practically out of her bra completely, and her gelatinous gut spilled over the waistband of her now unbuttoned shorts and threatened to obscure the whole thing with blubber as it hung like a useless apron of fat. And her thighs her like fat tree trunks that made her waddle through the carnival as she searched for foods to stuff her fat piggy face. 

Yup, she certainly was a big fat cowgirl now.