PATREON EXCLUSIVE: "Melody Munches on Her Feelings"

Here is a patreon exclusive sequel to "Roller Coaster of Fat" which is a part of "Carnival of Fattening Fortunes" 2. If you haven't read that story (and that collection), you can read it HERE.

I wrote this story because "Roller Coaster of Fat" is going to end up released on Deviant Art soon, and I wanted to be fair to patrons since the rest of "Carnival of Fattening Fortunes" 2 is meant to be patreon exclusive just like "Carnival of Fattening Fortunes" 3 (more on that later.)

So.....

Enjoy!

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Melody sat solemnly in a booth with her shoulders slumped as she munched on a bowl of mashed potatoes. She was trying to drown her sorrows in butter and gravy, but it wasn’t helping. Soon the mound of mashed potatoes made its way into Melody’s mouth and she moved on to a big bowl of mac and cheese. 

The bowl of macaroni and cheese helped the blubbery and blubbering woman to feel at least a little better. It’s ooey gooey deliciousness served as a suitably savory distraction for at least a short while. If anything, the calorie laden comfort food’s only flaw was that it was too delicious. The rich and creamy macaroni and cheese was so good that Melody couldn’t stop herself from devouring it quickly. She was positively ravenous with it, and as a result of her tenacity, cheese splatted on her chin and stained her shirt, a shirt that she had purchased less than a month ago and that she was already growing out of. 

With the macaroni and cheese done but with her hunger still unsated and her sorrow still gnawing at her, Melody knew it was time for dessert. 

There was a time where Melody had been a slim and sexy bitch, the kind of vain vixen that loved to lord her fit figure and extreme confidence over people. She loved to make fun of fatties, especially when they were eating, and especially if they were eating alone. 

What could have been funnier to her, the queen bee, a yo-yo dieter who, at the time, assumed she had kicked her hoggish habits for good and was now at the peak of physical perfection, reveling in her victory over fatness, then to look at some poor fat slob, some doughy and defeated hog, and rub their fat noses in it. She loved to point and laugh at those poor fatties, those lard filled and lonely losers. 

The fact that the once mighty Melody was now the one sitting alone and being stared and laughed at as she ate a monstrously large feast that still hadn’t filled up at big fat belly to capacity, was not lost on the large woman. She knew as she dug into the first of her two slices of chocolate cake, each served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side, that many would consider this her just desserts. 

And is she dug into that cake with a gluttonous gusto, she couldn’t help but think back to just a short while ago and how she had ended up in this mess. 

It was all Cynthia’s fault. 

Cynthia had been the one to invite her to this diner and even before she had gotten inside. See, out on the street, Melody had the misfortune of running into an old friend, Sydney. 

Well, okay. Calling Sydney an old friend would have been a bit of a stretch. If anything she was Cynthia’s friend. She was Melody’s acquaintance. In fact, Melody’s main contribution to their acquaintanceship had been no small amount of barbed words at Sydney’s expense because Sydney was a much chubbier person. And when Melody was at her slimmest and sexiest, she loved going on and on about what a bad influence Sydney the Sow was on Cynthia. 

But now, Sydney the Sow looked much slimmer when compared to the morbidly obese Melody. It was a shame that Melody had gotten so fat and yet was still not fat enough to avoid being recognized by someone she used to enjoy bullying back when she was a hottie and before she was a hog. 

The smile on Sydney’s face was seared into Melody’s mind forever. 

“Holy shit, Melody! Wow. Wow. Wow! You- you turned into quite the cow. I mean- Holy Shit! Damn, girl. I knew you were yo-yo dieting, but it looks to me like you finally bottomed out, and I mean with a BIG bottom.”

Sydney gave Melody’s sizable rump and swift snack, and her big fat blubbery butt cheeks bounced for an uncomfortable amount of time. Those chunky cheeks clapped together and continued to jiggle for long enough that Sydney had lost interest in Melody’s blubber butt and turned her attention to Melody’s massive blubber gut instead. 

“And look at this! You grew quite the gut! Guy doesn’t even feel like the right word. It’s such. Spare tire! Just a big, useless, flabby sack of fat. It’s batons pudgy! It’s piggish! It’s pathetic! What a shameless fatty you’ve become thanks to this big greedy gelatinous gut of yours!”

Sydney wasn’t even trying to be clever. Years of pent up rage at Melody’s mocking comments had filled her with malice and drove her to just be brutal, absolutely brutal. 

She took her hand and lifted Melody’s shirt, something that was not hard to do since it was already stretched out and starting to ride up Melody’s stomach anyway. Then she took her other hand and sunk it into the fat of Melody’s big blubbered belly and let the formerly fit woman’s fat ooze through her fingers. 

“So soft! So squishy! So fat! You’re just so an fat! I love it. I really do. I mean- just- I mean…”

Sydney lifted up Melody’s belly blubber and gave it a hard shake before lifting it up again and letting it slap back down onto the front of Melody’s thick thunder thighs. 

“Damn! It’s so heavy. I feel like I got a real workout just lifting your gut right then. It must take a lot to log your fat ass around, so I guess you must eat even more to keep getting fatter aye, piggy?”

Sydney pressed her hands to her own soft but comparatively much thinner thighs as she practically doubled over in laughter. 

“And you deserve this. You deserve this so much for always being such a skinny bitch. I’m so glad you get to show the world that karma is real and karma is FAT! Damn, thought it was so ironic that you could get so chubby and then still be such a bitch when you got thin again. But I guess the world won’t have to worry about that anymore. This ain’t goin nowhere!”

She continued to laugh as she pinched the lower roll of Melody’s plush belly with both hands and shook it up and down a few more times before letting it go again and watching it slap against Melody’s thighs before eventually quivering back into place. 

“Wow! This- this has been fun. I’ve gotta say, fatty, I’m going to be living off this high for… well, for like ever. It’s amazing to see how much you’ve let yourself go, how far you’ve fallen. You’re a real cow now. Anyway, have fun talking with Cynthia. That’s who you’re here to meet, right? I just happened to run into her and she told me she was meeting you- and that you were fat, but like she totally undersold that part. Well, whatever. She’s got some big news for you. Ha! Big. I suppose your whole life is just about big now, isn’t it?”

And with that, Sydney gave Melody’s blubbery belly another slap and then walked off down the street while still laughing to herself. 

Melody was left to waddle into the diner alone and face a new humiliation entirely. 

Cynthia had insisted on sitting in a booth because of course she did. It was just another way for Cynthia to flaunt her superiority these days. She was a thick, curvy beauty who could slip in and out of a booth with ease. 

Melody hated booths these days. She gained now benefit from the padded cushions because all of her fat cushioned her enough. And instead all booths did was remind Melody of how massively obese she now was. Every booth she found herself struggling to slide into was tight going in and even tighter getting out. 

And worse than having to get into the booth in the first place was who Melody was going to have to be sitting across from. 

Trent. 

Cynthia has brought Trent with her. 

Trent was Melody’s ex-boyfriend. He was a gorgeous man with an athletic build and while Melody’s recollection of why they broke up and when was weirdly fuzzy. (She never liked thinking about it for long.) She was sure it had something to do with how fat she had gotten. And now here he was sitting arm in arm with Cynthia, and Cynthia kept flashing her hand at Melody until she noticed it. 

A ring. 

And then Melody had to pretend to be happy for them. 

But she wasn’t happy. 

She was hungry. 

So while Cynthia and Melody went on and on and on, gushing about their love and the moment and their plans, Melody ordered herself a very messy steak sandwich. 

The steak sandwich was smothered in sautéed onions and roasted peppers, blanketed by multiple slices of melting, practically oozing, cheese, and it was slathered in a combination of ranch dressing a Chipotle mayo that left it dripping with sauce and grease from the grizzly meat. 

Melody tore into it like a hog out of hell. She didn’t care how messy she was being. Each word out of Cynthia’s mouth made her take another bigger bite. And the only thing that stopped her from eating the sandwich was when she alternated with the side of loaded French fries that she had also gotten. 

Those French fries came with bacon, scallions, melted cheese as well as both gravy and ranch. They were delicious and fattening and Melody absolutely did not care about either of those things; she just wanted to stuff them in her face and fill her big fat belly. 

And that’s just what she did.

All the grease drowned out Cynthia’s happiness as it slid down Ariel’s throat and dribbled down her chins. Sauce stained her chubby cheeks as well as her lips. It was like she developed a mustache made of ranch which she crudely wiped away with the back of her hand as she snorted like a greedy pig. Cheese was inhaled so quickly that Cynthia was afraid Melody was going to choke on it, but she just responded by snorting more and more as she valued stuffing her fat face with more food more than breathing normally.

The French fries started off crispy, but even at the impressive speed that Melody was munching on them they were soggy mush by the end thanks to all the cheese and gravy and dressing. It didn’t matter to Melody, she scooped that mush up with her hands and smashed it into her face just the same.

Melody barely heard Cynthia ask her to be her Maid of Honor. Her double chins wobbled like crazy as she hurriedly nodded yes. There was a genuine excitement to her jiggling, and it wasn’t until several bites later that she realized the horror of having to squeeze her fat blubbery body into a bridesmaids dress and then be on display in front of all of their old friends! She would have to give a speech!

It was a nightmare, but she was already committed, so she just got through it by doubling down and eating even more. By the time she was done, Melody barely noticed that Cynthia was already paying for the bill which was nice of her because it gave Melody an excellent excuse to order even more food once Cynthia and Trent left.

She didn’t even bother to get up and give Cynthia a hug because she was so weighed down with food.

And yet she wanted more.

That’s how she ended up stuffing her face with mashed potatoes and mac and cheese as she thought all about how she was going to be the Maid of Honor at Cynthia’s wedding where she would make Cynthia and Sydney the Former Sow, who was now of course another bridesmaid, look so much slimmer by comparison to her big fat bloated ass and big blubbery belly.

And that belly was calling out for cake.

So that’s exactly what Melody got herself, those two big slices of double chocolate cake to munch on. It went quickly too, just like the rest of her food and the dreams she once had of a bright and successful future. All that was left behind at the end was another perfect metaphor for her life, a mess. 

Once the cake was gone and she hastily dabbed what she could off of her cheeks, Melody shamelessly sucked on the napkin. Then, Melody paid her check, but she was not done paying the price for her gluttony. 

Melody was stuck.

She was wedged to the booth by her bloated double belly, held tight by the solid drum that was her tummy, stuck to the booth by the sticky mac and cheese that now stuck to her stomach along with the rest of her. Melody was bloated and not budging. 

It was a struggle, one that produced a fair amount of sweat and an extreme amount of humiliation. But eventually, after she let loose the loudest burp that Melody had ever known- something that made sure to draw everyone’s attention to the formerly fit woman’s humiliating situation- the fat woman who once thought of herself as better than everyone else was free.

In fact, she was so free that she tumbled forward and hit the ground with a heavy thud as she bounced on her very full belly and split the seam in the back of her pants with her big fat ass.

Eventually, she was able to get up and waddle on home where she would drown her sorrows in more snacks.

Regrettably, she had a bachelorette party to suddenly plan. That was going to take a lot of ice cream to get through.

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