Extra Slice #12 - "More Messy Fame to Fat Fortune Fallout"

Here's another exclusive story for Even More BS patrons. Slim and sexy starlet Elodie faces the messy consequences of her fattening fortune.

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Elodie hated having to do parts like this. It wasn’t enough to be the fat friend. That was bad as it was. She was the one that was frequently made fun of. On more than one occasion she had been made to dress in skimpy outfits, revealing far too much of her fat flesh, and then have her flabby body inspected on camera, poked, prodded, pinched. She had been made to spin around and jump so that her flabby flesh would bounce up and down and jiggle about as actors all around her laughed. (She was sure that didn’t take much acting.) And she hated to think about how many times a scene called for her to sit down and pop the button on her jeans or rip out of her dress.

But scenes where she had to be a fat slob were the worst.

She often found herself playing loud, obnoxious, gross characters in sophomoric comedies. She would have to shoot scenes where she stuffed her face and burped loudly toward the camera, often in another actors face. They would dress Elodie in overly tight blouses with her fat oozing out between the buttons and make her armpits look like they had big sweat stains (something else that didn’t take much effort as Elodie’s fat body had become a furnace, and sweating was becoming a more frequent, and fragrant, problem for her. Sometimes the makeup department would add a big fake mole or something right onto her double chin. It went nicely with the acne that had broken out on her face as a result of the greasy skin caused by her terrible diet. Then, in a scene like she was shooting now, she would have to do something extra gross like pick her nose or worse, fart.

Farting had become something she was called on to do more and more often. She was frequently used in class fat person fart gags. Most of the time this required just lifting her leg or contorting her face and generally pretending there was a smell and reacting to that and sound that would be added in post. But some directors really wanted more realism, and on those days Elodie would spend a lot of time stuffing herself at the craft services table. She was also often provided beans to eat to get her prepped. It was disgusting to her, farting on command like some kind of show pig. She could hear the whispers and laughters around her as she got ready for every fart filled take. But she needed the money, so when the director called action and the moment called for it, she would lift a leg, squeeze and-

PPPPPPHHFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!!!!!!

She’d let them rip. The formerly slim and sexy starlet would fart on cue, often very loudly. She had gotten very good at it, too good. She could contort her body in ways to produce loud blasts of sound or more high pitched squeaky longer farts if that’s what director’s wanted. Elodie had gone from a promising star, someone known for being prim and proper and effortlessly glamourous, to being a fart expert, a master of the messy art of flatulence. 

It disgusted her. 

But there was nothing she could do. She needed the money. So she ate more and more. She got fatter and fatter. And she farted more and more. And doing those jobs became easier and easier. 

Farting required no work whatsoever. Being a fat slob was something Elodie found herself slipping into all too naturally, much to her dismay. It became the more tame fat friend parts that Elodie found she had to work at. Her out of control diet and new bad habits made it so that she struggled to control her real self, to stop it from coming out, from revealing who she really was, not the slim and sexy glamorous vixen, but the fat, flatulent, foul smelling hog that she had become. She was a pig and she knew it.

And there was no going back.

Elodie used to pride herself on being perfect, on being glamorous. She had always taken for granted just how clean she was and what it meant to smell like lilac or coconut or roses. Now, when she settled into the permanent groove of her creaky food stained couch, she smelled like sweat, especially her butt. Her fat butt had turned into a real swamp ass and she hated it in particular. But Elodie’s hygiene overall had suffered as she devolved from glamorous starlet to fat smelly slob. She sweat all the time and keeping herself clean just never seemed as much of a priority, especially since it took more work the fatter she got. And it certainty didn’t take priority over stuffing her fat face.

Food was the only thing that gave Elodie comfort, and sometimes she would sit on the couch and catch a good whiff of herself, sometimes taking the time to purposefully lift up her arms and take long lingering sniffs of her sweaty armpits as her bingo wings jiggled, and then that would drive her to waddle over to the freezer and get another tub of ice cream to eat. She justified it as a way to keep cool and stop herself from sweating so much.

The flatulence? She hadn’t found the way to stop that at all yet.

Farting was now woven into the life of the former starlet, and Elodie’s emissions were far too much of a habit. She barely noticed sometimes. She would just sit and let them rip carelessly. Once, she would have been hugely embarrassed and made every attempt to control herself, even in the privacy of her own home. She didn’t even bother to try and hide it on the rare times she went out. 

Elodie would crop-dust whole aisles at the grocery store as she filled her cart with junk food to stuff her fat face with, greasy junk that would just make her flatulence worse.

People who watched her walk by and got caught in the trail of flatulence that she left behind would cough and laugh and gasp for air. They made a point of exaggeratingly holding their noses or waving their hands in front of their noses. People loved to make fun of the pristine princess turned pig, and Elodie new she deserved it given how fat she was and how bad she smelled. If she was the one looking and and smelling her, she’d have plenty of jokes too.

Hell, sometimes Elodie would stand in front of the mirror naked, lift one arm and take a deep inhale of her ripe armpit before farting and taking big sniffs of that too. She’d curse at herself. She’d call herself names like “Fatso” and “Stinking Sow” and oink at her reflection. It never made her feel any better, any more in control. Eventually she’d just fart again and waddle off to find something to eat.

She used to be slim and sexy and classy, but now she was a fat farter whose foul smelling gas was practically a part of her personality. She couldn’t escape it, and it made her very sad.

Still she trudged onward, though the state of her misery was also mirrored by the state of her apartment.

Elodie’s apartment had once been pristine, something that mirrored her perfect figure and fit her glamorous lifestyle. Now she lived in a pigsty with piles of dirty dishes and discarded wrappers and food containers strewn about. When she got up in the morning and struggled to heave her fat body out of bed she would often end up tossing the wrappers of whatever candy bars she had eaten in bed the night before onto the floor where she would then carelessly step all over them with her fat feet. Her days were spent plodding about through the mess which just made her feel more helpless and drove her to spend more time seeking comfort through eating while sitting on her filthy couch.

The only area she even bothered to keep clean at all was where she shot most of her fetish videos, and even that place got dirty whenever a fat slob video was commission, something that was becoming more and more popular as she took on more fat slob rolls. 

People loved to pay Elodie to fart and talk about it on camera. She would fart and pretend to love it. She would fart and talk about how much she hated it. She would do long eating scenes where she would fart and pretend not to notice. Sometimes she would pay guest actors and actresses to come over and make fun of her fat and her farting. It was the disgusting and humiliating life that Elodie was resigned to.

She would often dream of being slim and sexy and glamorous again. And even then most of those would end up twisting into nightmares where she rapidly gained weight and turned back into the fat foul smelling pig that she had become. She would often wake herself up with a burst of flatulence that caused her entire fat body to quiver. Then she would just sigh, fart again, and try to grab a few extra minutes of sleep before beginning another miserable day as a fat slob who got made fun of for money.

Elodie wished she could be slim and sexy again. She wished she could have more control over her life. Hell, she wished she could just bring herself to the point of getting a normal job, maybe at a fast food place or something, but she never could do it. She just couldn’t quit show business no matter how humiliating it was. She craved the attention, any kind of attention, too much, almost as much as she craved food. Ultimately, this was the lifestyle she had chosen. As much as it disgusted her, she wasn’t forced to be a fat farting fetish model. Nobody was making her take jobs as a fat slob on camera. She chose to take these gigs instead of finding another line of work that wouldn’t require Elodie to put her fat ass on display. And whenever she even thought about diet or exercise, she would just shove another bite into her mouth, lift up her leg and-

PPPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRRBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!