"Face It. You're the Fat One Now." - A Patreon Exclusive

Here is another short story in the "Face It" series. I'm also currently looking for more ideas for new scenarios if people would like to pitch them in the comments below.

Enjoy!

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Remember that fat girl you used to make fun of in high school? What was her name? Holly, right? Didn’t you used to call her Holly the Hog? Husky Holly? Holly Hippo? Yeah. I remember you giving her quite the hard time, even in college.

Well, college is long gone now, and it looks like Holly has become a real hottie. Look at her. It’s all over her socials. Damn, Holly’s got some real curves now, but like- tight. She’s thicc in all the best ways. Just look at her in this designer dress she’s wearing. It hugs her hips so perfectly and really showcases that hourglass figure of hers. She’s got this trim waist, but such big beautiful breasts, just perky and perfect. And look at those luscious thighs of hers too. They’re thick but muscular. Damn, I’d love to get my head crushed between those things. And that ass?

Her ass is perfect. Her ass is goals. Everyone should strive to have an ass that looks that good in an outfit. Shit. It even looks good in a bikini. Look at this picture where she’s really showing it off. It’s big and beautiful with just the right amount of bounce to it. It’s an ass that turns head, an ass that just makes you want to rub your hands all over it. There’s no sag there, just pure curves, pure heart-shaped perfection. That ass is rockin’!

She sure does love showing her body off, really flaunting it. And who can blame her? She’s earned it. Holly obviously worked hard to shed the fat and get that body. Damn. She must have put in hours at the gym and really taken control of her life. And it’s paid off with more than just her body. Look at how happy she is, and it’s not just from her looks. She’s got such confidence in her eyes, such brightness, such hope. She knows she’s beautiful and in control. She knows life is her oyster and her future is going to be spectacular.

Remind you of anyone you used to know?

Damn, you used to be so hot and cocky to boot, making fun of people like Holly for being less than you just because they were overweight. Now look at you, Tubbo. You’ve gotta be twice her weight. Hell, you might be pushing twice the weight she used to be.

You’re the fat one now.

You’re the obese slob with the blubber butt that sags onto the back of your thunder thighs. You wish you could fill out nice outfits any close to the way Holly can. You wish you could still flaunt your body and feel adored. You wish you were the one still doing the laughing instead of being laughed at. You wish you were the one still in control.

But you’re not in control anymore. The food is. Your hunger is. You’ve been giving in to your desires so long that you can’t possibly hope to stop now. You need to eat, and not just normal meals. You need to stuff your face. You want food, far too much food, and you want it far too often. You’re practically obsessive with it. It doesn’t matter what that food is doing to your waistline. You know better but you want more anyway. You want to eat even though you don’t want to get fatter. You want to be slim and sexy, a hottie like you used to be. But you also want to pig out non-stop and we both know which one of those desires has won out over and over and over again.

That’s why you’re so damn fat.

That’s why you spend so much of your time lazing around on the couch making a permanent indent with that big fat ass of yours instead of hanging out outside where people can see you. You’re ashamed of this big blubbery body that you’ve built by choice, by choosing to stuff yourself and by choosing not to make an attempt at diet and exercise. You decided to be a glutton, decided to be a lazy cow, and now you’re an obese blob of blubber.

I’ve been posting plenty of pictures of you to your social media accounts, you know? People love it. They love seeing how far you’ve fall. Now Holly the Hog gets to make jokes at your expense. Look at the comments she’s left you.

“Oink. Oink.”

“The best revenge is living well and watching your bullies get fat as fuck.”

“You’re the heifer now, the hog, the hippo.”

This one’s just a pig emoji.

She’s having a field day, and she’s not the only one. Everyone you’ve ever made fun of gets to enjoy the fact that you’re the fat one now. Every rival you’ve ever had gets to enjoy the fact that they’ve made it and you’re here stuffing your face and wallowing in your fat. You’re a good for nothing fat ass that deserves to be made fun of, and you know it.

You’re the fat one now. Your past self would give you such a hard time. Your gut alone would be such a target for jokes, for being physically played with. Go ahead. Give it another squeeze. Lift it up. That’s right. Now slap it. Let it drop onto your thunder thighs. Slap it again. Shake it. Just feel how soft and squishy it is, how large, how fat it is. That’s all you. That’s your blubber. It’s like all these people you used to make fun of have lost the weight, and you’re the one who’s found it all.

At least you get to bring the people you used to bully some joy. That’s karma for you. That the one nice thing you’ve done, you’ve ballooned into someone rip for revenge and humiliation. You get to be made fun of and humiliated more than you were ever able to do to anyone else. And that’s fitting because you’re far fatter than anyone you’ve ever made fun of, and you’re just going to keep getting fatter.

You’re the fat one now.

And that’s all you’ll ever be.