PATREON EXCLUSIVE - "Roller Coaster of Fat"

This story will eventually be published as part of the patreon exclusive collection "A Carnival of Fattening Fortunes 2", but I didn't want to wait to publish it all in one, so here it is for now.

Full disclosure, I like this story (which comes out to over 5,500 words) so much, that I might end up publishing it separately down the line. If I do, then this will get a patreon exclusive sequel story.

For now....

Enjoy!

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Melody was a nasty little minx. She was perfectly petite and a known yo-yo dieter. Lots of people have their weight fluctuate, and that’s perfectly fine and normal. The problem was that Melody was an incredible hypocrite. When she was at her slimmest, she was always keen to mock others. She loved belittle people who were even the least bit heavy, making fun of them for being greedy or lazy, for not having control.

And then Melody would routinely eat herself into a big pair of fat pants herself and try to hide away from the world. Whether it was using flattering angles on social media, girdles and other elaborate body shapers, or just straight avoiding people, Melody would feel the sting of humiliation until she finally got herself back into shape, and after that, after feeling all the judgment of others, especially those she used to mock taking their revenge, Melody would go right back to her old ways as soon as she got ot her old weight.

It was like she never learned a thing.

In fact, if anything, Melody seemed to treat her fat time as a reasoning for her cruelty when she was slim and sexy. If people were going to make her miserable when she was porked up, she was going to make sure to work extra hard putting people down when she was back in her prime.

And when she was in her prime, Melody was extremely sexy.

She was a short stack snack, at 5’1, she had ridiculous curves, big supple breasts and a large ass that would not quit. When she worked hard, her body was in extreme shape, slim thicc and full of powerful muscle. Before Melody had begun her yo-yo dieting experience, she had been an athlete throughout high school and college, doing an array of sports and cheer and frequenting the weight room. In her prime, this meant a trim waist and six-pack abs with lean muscular arms pair with a booty that effortlessly filled out her booty shorts, stretching the fabric something fierce while seeming to defy gravity. And she had thighs that looked like they could crack a watermelon.

But real life got in the way after college, and work schedules were not conducive to workout schedules. Work also meant stress, and stress meant an increased need to party even harder on weekends. And work plus hangovers plus lack of time equaled lots of quick and greasy meals. The quick and greasy meals became habit forming and stretched her stomach and therefore her appetite which led to more snacking between those large meals which led to more pounds piling on. Melody kept her athletes appetite, and grew it even larger, while losing her other athletic habits, and so she became quite a fatty.

And Melody was a petite woman, so when she got plump, she turned into a great big ball of pudge. Any pounds clung to her body and were quickly and extremely noticeable.

Her belly would grow especially big, quickly jutting out in a race to outpace her breasts which grew softer and saggier but not much bigger. Her belly packed on the blubber and became the star of the show. She would inevitably cram herself into girdles like a short, extra plump sausage in a casing that was pressed to its limits, but girdles could only do so much for so long, and Melody frequently found herself on the embarrassing end of a few wardrobe malfunctions.

Melody’s perfect ass would also get all mushy, growing bigger and heavier and losing her precious muscle tone as it became a flabby mass that sagged behind her and weighed her down. It was sad for so many to watch those lovely balloons deflate and yet fill with fat that made them extra squishy. Melody was also the kind of woman who enjoyed wearing leggings, especially when she was on the heavier side and they were one of the few things that fit, and when her ass was at its fattest it stretched those leggings so hard that the pattern of her cellulite was clearly visible.

Her ass wasn’t the only thing that suffered from cellulite when she was fat. Melody’s thighs also gained lots of cellulite when they got chunky. Her thighs would explode from thick but sexy with muscle into flabby thunder thighs whose fat slapped together when she walked, damn near waddling, around. Her thighs would end up looking tremendously unathletic and she would be left moving far slower. Part of that was because her pride made her force herself to walk in a more dignified way without giving in and just becoming a lazy waddle which her thighs very much wanted to do.

At her fattest, Melody did her best to vainly keep herself together. Her pictures became more carefully curated, especially selfies which she always made sure to take from the highest angles possible to avoid showing off the double chin that would come and visit her when her face was at its plumpest. And a lot of contouring was done to hide the state of her chubby cheeks. But makeup, angles, and tricks with a variety of filters could only hide things for so long, and especially after late nights of hard partying and even harder snacking, Melody’s face would look extremely bloated, and when she ate a lot she would like positively piggish with the way her fat double chin wobbled with each greedy bite.

Even Melody’s arms would look out of shape when she was at her fattest. At her thinnest, Melody’s biceps were a point of pride, but when she was carrying a lot of extra weight on them, her bingo wings were something that Melody definitely wished she could hide. Her arms were often the last part of her to really gain weight and the hardest to keep hidden.(She hated stretching out sleeves like her arms were sausages.) So when those plumped up to a noticeable degree, Melody usually considered that to be her rock bottom and the time to whip herself back into shape.

Remarkably, Melody always seemed to manage to do that. Her old habits wer hidden but never gone, and when she worked to find the time to dedicate to the gym, her previously athletic body awoke from its food coma and got going once again. She found diet and discipline, and soon the fat melted away and the muscles returned.

But fat cells just shrink. They don’t disappear forever.

And bad habits are easier than good.

So slim Melody would slip.

And fat Melody would return.

Thus the cycle would continue.

But it would not be fat Melody that entered the carnival today. It was slim and sexy Melody, the vain vixen, the insufferable bitch. She was the petite queen with the perfect body.

And she was perfectly unaware that while slim and sexy Melody had come to the carnival, fat Melody would be the one leaving it.

The beautiful Melody had also brought a friend with her, someone who also had the same yo-yo dieting tendencies as her. This friend was called Cynthia, and unlike Melody, Cynthia was a rather kind person no matter how fat or thin she was.

And currently she was very fat.

Cynthia and Melody had known each other for what felt like together, and through high school they were the most dominant ones of their popular clique. They went everywhere together, including to the same college, and it was in college that Cynthia’s weight troubles really began. The freshman fifteen hit her extra hard. It was really more like the freshman thirty-five. And she just kept struggling with her weight from there.

When Melody had her yo-yoing, she usually evened out at more or less the same weights. However, when Cynthia went on her yo-yo dieting cycle she never quite got back down to her lowest, and she always crept back up past her highest. For a long time, Melody contemplated totally dumping Cynthia. After all, why would she want to associate with someone so chunky?

But then Melody realized that having a fat friend around was very useful. She would always have Cynthia there to make herself look even better by comparison. And when Melody started chunking up on her own that fat friendship was even more important. While Melody was always “friendly” but also extremely catty around fatter Cynthia, Cynthia was always kind and supportive of Melody as she struggled with her own weight and the feelings of self-consciousness and humiliation that came with it. When they were both on the heavier side, they were both bonded together. Their friendship grew closer the closer they grew in weight, deeper the doughier they were.

Of course, Cynthia never stayed fat. And the time would inevitably come where Melody was stuck watching Cynthia’s weight go down while her own kept climbing upward. And while Cynthia never got back to her originally slim cheerleader form prime, she lost enough weight to officially stick Melody with the unfortunate title of “fat friend”.

Melody hated being the fat friend.

When she was the fat friend, Melody got devious. And she took advantage of the support that Cynthia would give her to diet. Part of that dieting was to push food away from herself and toward Cynthia.

Cynthia never stayed the slimmer one for long, Melody made sure of it.

And that’s how they ended up at the carnival in the state they were in today. Melody was back in her prime shape with her rocking body drawing plenty of stares and positive attention. Meanwhile…

Cynthia was fatter than ever.

She had reached her zenith, the fattest she had ever been, and she felt like she was as big as a house, a house tented for termites, wearing a sundress in an attempt to flatter her figure, but the sun and the sweat just made the fabric cling unfortunately to her fat rolls.

Cynthia’s big blubbery belly was beyond chunky. It was a ball of blubber, a sloppy slab of fat whose flab encircled her fat body in the form of thick love handles and plenty of thick rolls of back fat. Her globular gut was a heavy mass that stretched out the fabric of her sundress and also sagged down low toward her knees. It bounced up and down as she waddled about (because of course she had to waddle instead of walk), and it quivered like jello at the slightest movement that she made. It was extremely heavier, a great wobbling weight, but its lack of muscle and its abundance of soft, squishy fat made it extremely susceptible to jiggling.

Her ass had a lot of jiggle too. It was a broken down shelf of fat that jutted outward before sagging down and slapping onto the fat of her flabby thighs. Those thighs were thick with thunder, tubes of sloppy fat that shook with each step that she took. The fat slapped and rubbed together as she waddled slowly and awkwardly, fighting her way through the carnival as all the weight she was carrying on her obese body tended to make her very tired very quickly. Her enormous ass acted as an excellent anchor, pulling her backward and acting as a perfect counterweight to her blubbery belly. Combined with her cellulite covered thunder thighs, her equally cellulite covered chunky ass cheeks contributed to her slow pace.

There was a time when Cynthia was a cheerleader, where she walked and moved gracefully. Now she was a plodder, an obese woman whose fat body quivered with each slow, laborious step that she took. She moved clumsily with fat fat, chunky swollen cankles and tree-trunk like thunder thighs.

Cynthia was very fat up top as well with big pillowy breasts that field her bra and sagged onto her blubbery belly. She had fat arms with melted marshmallow like bingo wings, thick wrists, and chubby hands with clumsy sausage fingers. And her face was round with fat with jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin that wobbled when she ate.

And she ate a lot.

Cynthia was a constant snacker, and was positively addicted to anything fried. That’s what she was enjoying most at the carnival, the fried dough stand. She loved indulging in delicious balls of fried dough, dripping in oil with their crunchy outsides and airy but chewy insides. They were covered in powdered sugar and sweet. She couldn’t get enough of them. Powder sugar covered her lips and chubby cheeks.

Of course, Melody saw the state of her fat friend’s fat face and chuckled.

“See? This is why you’re so fat.”

Cynthia stopped cold with her mouth full of dough from one ball and a fresh hot one in her hand ready and waiting to be stuffed in her fat face.

“Wwhuff?” she mumbled through the doughy that was currently crammed into her cheeks and making her look like a fat chipmunk.

“You need to learn some self-control again, fatty,” laughed Melody as she prodded Cynthia’s plush blubbery belly.

Cynthia was too humiliated to respond and just stuffed more dough into her face as a defense mechanism.

Melody shook her head and looked around. There seemed to be just so many fat people waddling about with their fat shaking, bouncing as they ate or moved in any way. People were waddling by with turkey legs dripping grease down their chins. They were stuffing themselves with cotton candy and corn dogs. It was all so much.

And Melody had to admit that the smell of all the carnival food was heavenly and she was craving it all so bad, but today was one of those days where she was trying her best to be good, telling herself that she would not be allowing herself to look anything like Cynthia.

“This place is so full of fat slobs that it’s disgusting. These people should all be ashamed of themselves. How do they come out in public with their fat just shamelessly hanging out like that? I would die. I would. I would die. And they just eat so much, gluttonous pigs all of them. Oink. Oink. Oink, piggies!. Oink! Oink! Oink!”

Melody’s tight tummy rumbled as she oinked at the crowd, and those fried dough balls were looking extra good.

To distract herself from the food, Melody looked around at the various tents instead and the ways they could be entertained. She knew there was a roller coaster and a ferris wheel and a variety of carnival games. There was the funhouse full of mirrors and a carnival freakshow back toward the entrance of the carnival.

But right across from her was a sign that really caught her eye:

“Madama Zara: Seer of Futures and Sealer of Fates”

“Oh, a fortune teller,” Melody mused.

Cynthia, finally finished with her fried dough, interrupted her contemplation with a much delayed reaction to Melody’s earlier ranting.

“I am trying to lose weight, you know.”

Melody suddenly gripped Cynthia’s chubby hand like it was in a vice-grip and started to drag her fat friend toward the fortune teller’s tent.

“Well, let’s see if you’re successful then.”

“What?”

“The fortune teller! Come on! Let’s see what our future has in store.”

The tent smelled of incense and, strangely, powdered sugar. There was an undeniable sweetness in the room as Madame Zara calmly shuffled her cards and Melody made Cynthia plop her fat butt into a chair before sitting down next to her.

“Fortune time, granny!”

Madame Zara just shook her head and offered a soft chuckle as she pulled one card and looked up slowly.

“I see the two of you are bound together, so close, inextricably tied, eternally intertwined.”

“Yeah yeah. You saw two people walk in together and assumed they were close friends, real magical. You’re putting that third eye to work.”

Cynthia shook her head.

“I’m sorry about my friend. Please forgive her. She’s… she’s just very eager to have her fortune read.”

Madame Zara smiled.

“Two as connected as you are… I will read you together.”

And then she dealt the cards.

“Your ups and downs are coming to an end, and soon fate will reveal you for who you truly are.”

“Wooooow,” Melody whined.

“That was a whole lotta cryptic bullshit. What a waste of time.”

And then she got up and stormed out of the tent. Clearly she was waiting for Cynthia to follow, but Cynthia stayed behind to leave Madame Zara an extra generous tip to make up for Melody’s rudeness.

“I’m so sorry. Thank you.”

Then she waddled out of the tent to meet Melody once again.

“That was rude?”

“Who cares? Let’s ride the roller coaster next.”

“I.. I don’t know about that.”

“Come on. Don’t be a scaredy-cat!”

Cynthia didn’t have the heart to tell Melody that it wasn’t a fear of roller coasters that was making her afraid. She was anxious about whether or not she would actually be able to ride it or if her big blubbery belly was going to get in the way of the restraints.

But even if she did express that fear, Melody would have made her try regardless.

Soon the two made it to the roller coaster. It would have been sooner if Cynthia hadn’t moved so slowly. Melody considered herself lucky that Cynthia had insisted on stopping for food along the way, though she did need to stop several times to catch her breath much to Melody’s annoyance.

When they got to the roller coaster, the fat attendant looked them up and down, almost as if she was sizing them up. And then she smiled. 

Melody found that grin on the fat attendant’s face rather disconcerting but quickly shook it off as she skipped to her seat. 

Cynthia plodded along behind her and plopped down next to Melody. The two of them both took note of how Cynthia’s meaty love handle pressed against Melody’s lithe body. Cynthia was mortified, Melody just chuckled.

When the lap bar was pushed down, Cynthia was relieved to hear it click into place, though it was pressing into her belly something fierce. The fat of her blubber belly was squished both over and under the bar.

As the roller coaster lurched out of the station though and slowly made its way up the first hill, Cynthia noticed something. It was as if her belly suddenly felt less pressure, ike it suddenly had more room.

The same could not be said about Melody.

With each tick upward as the chain pulled them along, with each turn of the coasters wheels, Cynthia grew thinner and Melody grew fatter. 

Slowly, the inches began to melt away from Cynthia’s waistline. Her big blubbery belly stopped pressing against the lap bar. The folds of her belly, just moments ago squeezed under and over the bar, receded like an outgoing tide. Her breasts, still quite large and heavy, grew lighter as they shrank in size and lifted upward, regaining some of their perkiness. 

Cynthia’s lap with her blubbery belly spilled onto fat sweaty thunder thighs, began to shift dramatically. As her belly receded further, it revealed more of her lap, and that lap was comprised of thunder thighs that were becoming noticeably less thick. The pounds continued to fall away, and her thighs shrank until air was able to fit through her legs again. Cellulite started to disappear as firmness returned. That same firmness returned to her arms as well, and her bingo wings stopped quivering nearly as much as the roller coaster kept rolling up that first hill. 

To an outside observer, it might have looked like Cynthia was getting shorter. And while she was shrinking in many ways, her height remained unchanged. She was shorter when sitting down however because her ass cheeks, which had previously been big balloons of butt fat acting as chunky cushions propping her up in her seat, we’re now deflating. They shrunk in size, and Cynthia got closer to her seat as more and more fat left her body. 

Her body continued to feel lighter than it had in months, then maybe a year. The fat yielded back to some muscle. She retained her curves and an exaggerated hourglass figure but looked much sharper. 

Cynthia’s face, which had become dumb, depressed and doughy looking over time after the constant defeats and disappointing diet failures, regained a sense of joy and youthfulness as her chubby cheeks retained a cherubic quality to them but lost their jiggly jowls. Her doughy double chin which had hung down toward her chest like a neon sign pointing out her gluttony retreated back until it was nothing more than sliver helping to round out a face that was still chubby but not longer fat to the point of piggishness. 

She couldn’t see it. (Hell, she wasn’t even fully aware of what was happening at all.) But a spark returned to her eyes which had been dulled for some time. There was a renewed feeling of confidence, of hope, of joie de vive.

Cynthia was becoming her old self again. 

And, in a way, Melody was becoming her old self too. 

Just not in a way she would have liked. 

The one place that Cynthia didn’t really feel her fat pulling away was from her right side. But that wasn’t because her waist wasn’t getting thinner. It was, and her left side love handle pulled away from the wall of the coaster’s car just fine. But her right side was an entirely different story. It stayed pressed against Melody’s side because as her love handles were shrinking, Melody’s were growing.

Melody’s middle went from being trim to pudgy in a matter of moments as the roller coaster inched its way up that first main hill. Her sides, which once caved inward to truly create her trim waist, started to bow outward as her midsection bloated it into something that looked like a busted barrel. Her belly fat exploded in all directions. Her tight waist turned into thick love handles that spilled over the waistband of her pants. Her left love handle kept in contact with Cynthia’s receding right one. And Melody’s right love handle inched closer and closer to the wall of the coaster car as the fat continued to spread.

Melody’s belly burbled forward as the coaster inched along up the hill, and as the car really began to lurch toward the top, her stomach suddenly started to surge forward. Her tight tummy became tubby as it grew puffy with fat. And then that bit of pudge turned into a full blown pot belly that forced her shirt, already cut short to reveal a sexy sliver of her stomach, to ride upward and turn her t-shirt into a crop top that revealed her fully bloated and blubbery muffin top. Her softening stomach grew saggy as it surged onto her lap. The fat kept filling it, and it kept spilling forward, covering up more and more of her thighs as it grew into a mighty mound of jiggling fat.

Her thighs grew thicker too. Her formerly trim thighs filled up with fat and quickly ballooned into thick thunder thighs that strained the shorts she was wearing until the fat, which crept onto her and spilled out in fall directions, began to make her quivering thighs touch. Then the movement of the coaster made them slap. And after that the fat became so bountiful that her thick thunder thighs pressed together and her stance, even while sitting, was forced to widen thanks to the pressure of the fat that had turned her once lean legs into flabby tubes of blubber and covered them in chunky cellulite. Just like her love handles, Melody’s thunder thighs pressed against Cynthia’s thigh, which was becoming leaner and more muscular, while inching toward the side of the coaster car like it was trying to make an escape.

But there was no escape to be had. Melody was strapped in and stuck suffering the consequences of her vanity. As the roller coaster headed toward its zenith, Melody’s body continued to expand. And it was just her thighs and tummy that were growing thicker.

The rest of her previously fit body was getting fatter as well, far fatter.

Just like Cynthia, it looked like Melody’s height was changing, but whereas Cynthia looked like she was shrinking, Melody looked like she was growing taller. The cause of this new optical illusion was the same.

Her ass.

Melody’s toned ass grew mushy with the fat that filled it. And although that fat was soft and squishy, and it stretched the seat of her pants as it spilled out to the sides, it eventually filled with enough fat that her ballooning blubber butt caused her to rise up in her seat. Her chunky cheeks became great big cushions of fat that elevated Melody and made her look taller. Were she to step off the roller coaster at the moment- an extremely inadvisable idea given the height they had reached- her blubbery butt cheeks would have sagged downward and bounced against the backs of her fat rich thunder thighs.

As the coaster continued to tick upward, Melody’s arms began to quiver with each turn of the wheels on the tracks. Her biceps, once toned and strong, became weak and flabby. They muscle melted into fat, and her arms ballooned outward with big jiggly bingo wings. As her body gently rocked back and forth from the action of the lurching roller coaster, her arms continued to quiver more and more as they grew softer and saggier with spongy, squishy, pillowy fat. Soon they were beyond pudgy with thick wrists and fat hands with chubby sausage fingers.

Her body naturally moved closer to that safety bar as her belly grew bigger, filling with more blubber and pressing its fat against the bar just like Cynthia’s had been. But it wasn’t just her belly that was growing. Melody’s breasts began to balloon and spilled over the safety bar like they were two saggy, half-deflated airbags. Her breasts grew heavy with fat, and while it made them surge outward, all the blubber also made her boobs sag something fierce. Even sitting down, Melody could feel a twinge in her lower back. Her breasts would have rested on the shelf of her belly, but that blubber gut was still somewhat restrained by the safety bar which it was starting to spill both over and under.

As the top of the hill got closer and closer and closer, the formerly slim and sexy Melody got fatter and fatter and fatter. The pounds piled on and made her petite body look like a big ball of doughy fat, a short blob of buttery blubber.

And the last part of Melody to get truly fat was her beautiful face.

Melody’s face lost any kind of definition as the fat filled out her cheeks and turned them into drooping, jiggling jowls. And her chin sagged downward into a second one which threatened to obscure a large portion of her neck with its doughiness.Her chubby cheeks were redundantly plump, and she looked like a fat chipmunk even without food crammed into her fat face. Even her nose had grown swollen with fat, something that gave her face a definite piggish quality to it. This was further aided by the fact that her fat swollen cheeks made her eyes look far beadier than they had before.

By the time the roller coaster crested the hill, Melody was a true fatty, the fattest she had ever been by far. She had put on just as much if not more weight than what Cynthia had lost, but since Cynthia was taller, the added weight made Melody look much fatter than Cynthia had ever been.

Then the roller coaster dipped over the other side of the hill.

And that’s when things got really crazy.

As the coaster pitched downward, Melody’s and Cynthia’s bodies began to change again. Far quicker than before, their weight shifted. Cynthia began to swell back up with fat, her now mostly trim tummy once against surging forward into a bloated gut. And Melody’s mound of a belly began to become a bit smaller. Pound by pound the weight seemed to melt off of Melody and find its way back onto Cynthia’s now chubby body.

But then the roller coaster twisted, and as it did so it rocketed up another, smaller hill. This time Melody ballooned even fatter as Cynthia lost the weight again. The biggest gain came to Melody’s fat flabby belly which flopped upward as the coaster came over another hill and then slapped back down onto her fat lap as it shot back upward.

Through every twist and turn, it was like Melody was living through months, if not years, of yo-yo dieting in a matter of moments. Her belly got smaller than bigger than ever. Her thighs got thinner than thicker. Her breasts bounced up and slapped her in the fat face and then suddenly looked so much smaller as they slapped back down onto her belly. Her gut grew and shrank along with her big blubbery butt.

And Cynthia was the same, chunking up and then slimming down, looking fit and slim and that fat and sloshy with her whole body jiggling along, fat shifting based on the movements of the coaster.

Then came the loop-de-loop.

The roller coaster was rocketed toward the loop-de-loop and went fully upside down. For a moment, both obese women looked ridiculous with the way their fat bodies shifted and sagging fat shifted. The way their fat swelled meant that it was pushed forward and sagged down toward their fat faces instead of into their fat laps, and by the time the coaster was right side up again, the world, and their bodies, had reset themselves once more.

There were still a few more twists and turns to be had, but the changes to their bodies became less and less dramatic, and by the time they pulled back into the station, the fat and settled down and their lives had been changed forever.

Cynthia was now the slim and sexy one.

She wasn’t as slender as she had been when she was a college vixen, but she now possessed some very tight curves that formed themselves into an exaggerated hourglass figure.

Meanwhile, Melody was far from bit.

She was a big ball of fat.

Melody struggled to get out of the roller coaster car thanks to the combination of her complete lack of fitness and abundance of fatness. Her big fat gut alone made it so she had to rock herself several times and adjust where her soft, saggy stomach fat was so she could get up from her seated position. This also required leaning heavily on the side of the car. Pushing herself up and out of the car was already enough to leave her winded, and she could feel her fat feet swelling up from the exhaustion.

Before she could even get away from the coaster, Melody was doubled over and sucking air as her fat apron of a blubber belly sagged downward and bounced up and down against her tremendously thick thunder thighs with each heavy breath. With each labored breath, her breasts bounced, and her thighs quivered. When she finally managed to get herself standing up right again- something that involved sinking her chubb hands into the fat flesh of her flabby thighs- her enormous ass cheeks wobbled and clapped together.

Finally, Melody was ready to walk away, and she couldn’t even do that.

Her pathetically weak legs were so fat that her wide stance forced her to move in a slow, ponderous waddle. It was at least better than rolling her fat as around like a big ball which is something that Melody was afraid people would do if she ever fell over. With each slow step, her entire body jiggled. She could feel it from her bloated cankles all the way up to her fat face, all this sagging fat leaving her exhausted and sweaty as she tried to move her blubbery body around. It quivered.

And then her fat hands went to her stomach.

For a while she held it in her hands as if all of this fat was an alien substance. She inspected it. She weighed it in her hands. Melody pinched her fat as if it might wake her up from some kind of horrible dream. He poked it, she lifted it up and let it flop back down. She slapped it, palmed it, jiggled it. Over and over again she stroked and sapped and rubbed her big blubbery belly.

And in the end the only response that her big fat gut gave her was a loud, low grumble. And that was enough to pull her into this new life for good.

No more yo-yo dieting.

Cynthia was the hot friend now.

Melody was forever the fat one.

And her big fat ass was hungry.

Those fried dough balls were calling her name, and she was ready to pig out.