"Extra Slices #5: Fat Making Notebooks and Fattening Sisters"

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“After the Fat Making Notebook: Selene the Sow’s New Life”

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Selene could barely catch her breath. Whether that was a result of her anxiety or the fact that she was now at least one hundred pounds heavier than she had been just moments ago she could not know. 

But she knew she couldn’t run anymore. 

Her lungs were already giving up. 

Her fat feet were killing her. 

Every step had been agony, and the moment she stopped it all came flooding back to her, the way her flabby thunder thighs were rubbing together and chafing, the weight of her large sagging breasts swinging around in front of her, slapping against the blubber belly that bounced which ever way it wanted. She remembered the way her flabby ass cheeks bounced around and slapped against the backs of her fat thighs while threatening to blow her skirt away completely. 

The fat folds, of which there were many that made up her body, all flapped about as she attempted to run while ultimately only achieving what one might generously call a moderate waddle. Now she was stuck sucking air and sweating like a pig with her fat body bursting out of clothes that seemingly fit her by magic alone. She found herself doubling over. 

And that’s when the real trouble began. 

Selena could feel the disgustingly squishy quality of her dat thunder thighs as her chubby hands with their clumsy sausage fingers sank into the soft flabby flesh. It was like sinking into overused memory foam. It felt like she was slowly sinking into quicksand and could feel the plush fat of her thigh oozing through the gaps between and starting to roll over her fat players. But that wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was that she could feel her belly, the great big massive sack of fat that was now rolling like a waterfall of flab over the waistband of her busted pencil skirt pressing against the front of her fat thighs. It was so big that it touch so much of her, this disgusting goo of fat. Her blubbery belly even pressed against her arms and her breasts. There was no getting away from it. With every heavy heaving breath that she took her belly undulated in waves and pressed against different parts of her body constantly. It was a hellish reminder of how much her slim and sexy body had changed. And it drove her crazy just feeling how much of a fat cow she was.

Yet, there was still so much more damage to survey.

Tentatively, Selene reached behind her, something that was not easy given both the fatness of her arms and wideness of her hips. And the sunk her chubby fingers into the cushy fat that composed the fleshy orbs of her fat flabby ass. She could feel the fat through the threadbare fabric of her pencil skirt (clearly pushed passed its limits). Her ass was no longer the hot head turner that it used to be. Now it was just a hefty mass of useless, sagging, cellulite covered fat. She felt particularly pathetic as she continued to press into the plush flesh that was once perfectly taut and muscular. It was hard to believe that she had been changed so dramatically in an instant from a hottie with a hard body to a hog with a wide load for an ass. 

The snickers of several passersby who caught sight of Selene massaging her blubber butt caused her to stop her inspection. 

It wasn’t fair. Selene had spent her entire life working so hard to be thin. Her beauty had made her so popular, so successful. And now it felt like her mind was fighting through a sea of jumbled up memories. It was like her brain was as powerful as the rest of her obese body. How did everything go wrong?

No. She knew that. It was Asami, that stupid chubby loser with her stupid notebook. She had done something. Something magic? Was that even possible? Could a notebook really be magical. Until a minute or two ago, Selene would have told you that that was crazy bullshit and called you a nerdy loser. Of course, that would have been back when she was still a slim and sexy vixen and not an obese, winded hog. 

Asami!

Selene turned her head around (and felt her double chin wobble as she did so) and she saw here, Asami, walking away in the opposite direction. Selene’s thighs slapped together as she took a few hasty, lumbering steps as her body swung back into a humiliating waddle before she soon gave up. 

It turns out the fat girl that Selene once used to make fun of was now too fast for her even when she was moving at just a casual pace. Selene decided that was probably for the best though. She wouldn’t have even known what to do with Asami had she caught up with her?

Would she make things worse?

Pursuing Asami stopped as suddenly as it had begun which was convenient because trying to chase her would have just left the obese Selene winded again. 

A plan, that’s what Selene needed. It was bad enough that she had gone from fit to fat, but she needed to figure out how bad things had gotten, how much her reality had changed before she could even think about figuring out a way back. And she wanted more than anything to go back to being the slim and sexy woman that she knew she deserved to be. Being a fat girl was disgusting. It was her worst nightmare. It was everything she had hated and made fun of. It was-

“OOF!”

As she turned around she felt belly slam into something hard, or at least far harder than her soft flabby body. It took her a moment to realize what was happening at the slim figure that had slammed into her belly now bounced off of it like it was a rather cushiony spring. Selene couldn’t help but notice with jealousy the tight but generous curves of the woman’s rear end as she turned and bent over to pick up her cellphone. When the woman stood up and turned around again, she noticed who it was.

“Janelle?” Selene asked, tentatively.

“Holy shit!” responded Janelle.

And there was a bit of recognition, a bit of surprise in Janelle’s voice that strangely gave Selene a bit of hope that maybe things weren’t so bad after all. Janelle had been one of Selene’s good friends since college. They had been hanging out just last weekend at brunch with the girls. If she was surprised it would mean others would also know she shouldn’t be like this and then she could get hel-

“I mean, I heard you got fat, but this is crazy! Damn, you really let yourself go, huh?”

Shit. If Janelle had no memory of friendship and at least the last few years of hot Selene, but she knew Selene must have been hot at some point… how far did this go? How had things changed? When? Selene’s blubbery belly doubled over with anxiety. 

Selene’s thoughts were interrupted by the digging of Janelle’s index finger into the spongy flesh of her gelatinous gut.

“Damn, girl. From the rumors I heard, I figured you were pretty hefty, but this is way beyond that. You’re not just hefty, you’re a complete tub of lard, a real oinker. FAT!”

Janelle laughed and kept poking away as her judgmental eyes probed Selene’s flabby body.

“Seriously though, you need to look into getting some clothes that actually fit. Like, just admit to yourself that you're a full blown fatty, and get clothes that actually fit your fat ass and- well- fat everything. There’s just so much fat. Damn. I’m- Just- wow. And really, there’s nothing more pathetic than a fat cow like you trying to pretend she’s still thin and hot. Get it together, piggy. Stop cramming yourself into your hot girl clothes that you’re clearing burst out of, and get this fat body into some nice stretchy pants that you can keep growing into.”

Selene had dressed down many a fat girl just like this, but she had never dreamed she would ever be on the other side of it. She had been feeling like a stuffed pig since Asami had made her gain all of this weight, but somehow she was now even more self-conscious. And yet, as her anxiety rumbled in her stomach, she felt another sensation along with it. 

Hunger. 

There was an absurd thought given how fat she was, but somewhere in the back of her mind was the idea that food was good, food was needed, food would be such a comfort right now. 

It was that last bit that really scared Selene. It made sense that being so fat she would feel hungrier. But to be a comfort eater? That was real fat girl behavior. That was dangerous. 

And yet she couldn’t ignore it. 

Thoughts of delicious greasy burgers crossed her mind followed by a parade of cookies and cake and all of it floated on a river made of milkshake. The once slim Selene’s mouth was practically watering, ready to send drool running down her chins as she daydreamed about stuffing her fat face with food and-

“Well, this has been fun. But I’ve gotta run, Fatso. You do remember what running is. Don’t you, Tubs?”

Once again Selene’s thoughts had been interrupted by Janelle’s pointed barbs and her pointed fingers pinching her love handle.

“Just one more thing before I go.”

Janelle raised her phone and snapped a few quick humiliating photos of Selene.

“The girls are going to love this. Though maybe I won’t show them at brunch. Wouldn’t want them to lose their appetites. That’s not something you ever worry about do you, Fatty? Anyway, nice running in to you, loser. Have a nice day, Selene the Sow.”

And with that, Janelle was off leaving Selene there stunned and mulling over a new nickname that she had to admit felt very appropriate. Selene did indeed feel like a total pig, a fat useless, helpless, sow.

There had to be something Selene could do, but the only thing she could think of doing was going home and taken a nap. 

When had that thought popped into her head? Sure, this day had already been exhausting, but Selene was supposed to be a go getter. She was always so active, not lazy like a fat girl. And yet, now that she was a fat girl, lazy was exactly what she was starting to feel like. She knew she needed to figure out what was going on, but it was like her brain was telling her it wasn’t important. She just needed to sleep- and eat. 

Eating was the other thing her mind was constantly telling her to do now. 

At home she could do both. At home she could also at least try to figure out more answers. How has her home changed? 

Well, the first problem she realized is that her body innately wanted to take her in a new direction, toward a cheaper part of town which meant a cheaper apartment, one that was still annoyingly out of the way for her fat thighs to carry her too. She fought the urge to give in and call for a ride. At least she was going to get a little bit of exercise. 

Of course, the thoughts of eating couldn’t be ignored forever. Selene’s big greedy belly kept growling, gnawing at her. With each labored step of her slow waddle to her new cheap ass apartment, her hunger got harder to keep pushed to the back of her mind. It was a desire that burned within her, that called to her in a way she had never known when she was a slim and sexy bitch. She tried to maintain her self control. After all, self-control would be what separated her from the real fat girls of the world. 

But the hunger became too much. 

She found herself waddling into a local burger joint without even bothering to catch its name, and then she found herself ordering TWO double cheeseburgers, an order of fries AND an order of onion rings and a large soda.

It hurt that the burgers tasted so good, and it hurt even more that she was so easily able to fit two of them into her greedy gut. Her flabby stomach rolled onto her lap as she sat down, and the gap in her pencil skirt seemed to widen with each new bite. She groaned with with disgust and moaned with pleasure as the grease from the burgers ran down her chin. Each bite was juicy. Each bite was perfect.

Each bite was fattening.

Selene knew better, but she couldn’t stop herself. It was like she was a mechanical eating machine just moving a burger to her mouth for bite after bite. She never set it down. Whenever she switched to stuffing herself with fries or onion rings, she still held the burger in one hand and let the sauce and grease run down her chubby fingers as she shoved more food into her mouth with the other. Sometimes, she would have a burger in one hand, a handful of fries in the other, and she would be leaning over (with her cleavage slapping against the counter) to get a long sip of her large soda.

Two burgers went down. The fries were finished. The onion rings were over. And, after gulping down the rest of her large soda, Selene let loose an unladylike burp that was at once a sign of her satisfaction and a new cause of her horror.

She had just devoured a feast like a fat slob. She had made a total pig of herself and finished her meal off with a massive burp as if she was proud of the whole thing. That couldn’t happen. She needed to get things under control. She needed more answers.

Selene needed to get back to her apartment.

With her fat face hastily cleaned with some napkins, and a fair amount of grease missed, Selene wiped what crumbs she could off her bouse, shoved her fat ass off of the chair it was spilling over (with great effort marked by a tremendous grunt thanks to the fullness of her blubber belly) and waddled her way out of the store and toward her apartment building.

By the time she got there, she was thoroughly disgusted, by herself, by the dirty nature of this street and the shady nature of the front of the building, and by the fact that the already foul smelling elevator was broken and she was forced to drag her fat ass up the stairs. Still, she did what needed to be done and waddled up three flights of stairs, breaking quite the sweat and needing to stop multiple times to catch her breath along the way. 

Once she finally made it into her apartment, which immediately looked small and cramped and smelled of stale fast food and general foulness, she was caught off guard by a husky sounding voice coming from another room. 

“Bout time you’re back, babe. What do you want to do for dinner?”

Selene felt her stomach flip all over again. 

(To be continued....)

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“A Fortune Fattens Sisters”

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In the classic sense, Denise was Sharon’s little sister. In a literal sense, she was Sharon’s big sister.

And it was all Sharon’s fault.

Sharon was a star, a celebrated model/singer/actress, the kind of celebrity that was not a star in any one particular field but who had parlayed her beauty and the bit of talent that she possessed into a fair amount of fame across mediums thanks largely to an impressive social media following. Sharon was gorgeous and charismatic and people gravitated toward that.

She was also incredibly vain, fatphobic among many other failings, and frequently treated people that worked for her like shit.

This included her sister.

Whereas Sharon was always the family’s golden child, the shining star who could do no wrong, Denise was always second born second best. She served as Sharon’s second banana and fittingly ended up being her personal assistant. (Though she liked to think of herself as Sharon’s business manager, her sister always introduced her as “personal assistant”.) Still, Denise had smarts. She had skills. She was even beautiful.

Or at least she was, according to her sister, until she got fat.

And she got very fat.

It was all Sharon’s doing too. You see, Sharon couldn’t stand the idea of her sister stealing even a hint of spotlight away form her. If anything, she counted on her sister to make her look even better by comparison, and what better way to do that than with a fat and dumpy Denise? So Sharon did everything she could to encourage Denise’s bad habits, to turn her into a total stress eater with a schedule far too overloaded for things like the gym or planning and cooking healthy meals. She loved watching her sister balloon into a big ball of fat, and she loved the way her family and friends would look at Denise with disappointment and then look at her with even more adoration.

Yes. Because of her sister, Denise was a big fat ball of blubber. She had gone from being a rather slim, if not particularly toned woman, to a wheezing woman with a wide load of an ass that she dragged behind her as she waddled along. In front of her, she had a big fat apron of a belly that was constantly doing everything it could to burst out of her clothes. Her fat was hard to contain. It made moving around exhausting which meant that not only did she look fat when she was seen next to Sharon in pictures, but she looked sweaty and tired as well. 

And of course, this just made Sharon look all the better by comparison.

Sharon didn’t need any of this of course. She was already gorgeous with a rocking body full of curves and tight muscles. She had the lean body of a model while still being athletic enough to make herself into an action hero in the movies. She even frequently did her own stunts because it was another way for her to show off.

But part of Sharon just loved tormenting her little sister. She just loved to make herself better by keeping her sister down. She loved looking more glamorous as her sister constantly looked more fat and frumpy.

Denise was well aware of this, and she hated it. But she just couldn’t break any of her bad habits. She also needed work, and Sharon was her sister. As much as they annoyed and sometimes even despised each other, neither sister was ever going to say something outwardly, and so they continued this kind of cold war simmering between them. All the while, Denise just wanted Sharon to understand what it was like to be her, what it was like to be fat and frumpy and looked down upon.

And she would get just that after the two took a fateful trip to the fortune teller, Madame Zara where Sharon found herself receiving a very fattening fortune.

It was part of some stupid charity fair that Sharon felt forced to go too, and she entered Madame Zara’s tent with a clear look of disdain on her face. Madame Zara clocked that look and Sharon’s vanity immediately, and she dealt her cards and read them accordingly. 

“I see big things in your future and a reversal of roles. The older sister will become the bigger one, and the little one will be in charge.”

“Ha! Yeah right, you stupid old hag.”

It wasn’t until weeks later, with the fortune basically forgotten, that Sharon began to feel its sting.

Doing her own stunts finally backfired, and Sharon ended up breaking both of her legs. Luckily, Sharon had her sister all to happy to move in and take care of her full time.

Unluckily, Denise saw this as the perfect opportunity to get her revenge on Sharon and teach her an important lesson in humility.

It started with making sure Sharon was eating plenty of big high calorie meals. Denise convinced her that it was important that she keep her strength up. She needed plenty of energy to heal and calories are energy, so she needed lots and lots of calories. It wasn’t hard to get Sharon to eat either. Sharon had always had a healthy appetite. Until the accident, she had been a very active woman, calories had not mattered to her because she burned them off so easily. And in her mind all of those calories had indeed turned into her muscles. They had made her stronger. So Sharon was all too happy to follow Denise’s advice, and she thought it rather funny, having her sister as a servant waiting on her hand and foot.

Sharon even enjoyed the luxuries of sitting around, indulging and doing absolutely nothing. 

Nothing that is except growing a big fat ass. 

She was too busy sitting in her cushiony bed, stuffing her face with whatever food was put in front of her to realize that her ass was gaining a whole lot of new cushion. Her butt was getting squishier by the day, losing its tone thanks to her lack of activity. Sharon’s buns of steel were turning into buns of blubber with every new spoonful of ice cream that Denise hand fed her. And it wasn’t just her but either. Her thighs started getting pretty hefty pretty quickly. They dimpled with cellulite which went unnoticed by her for a long time.

But not by Denise.

Denise noticed every pound, every little detail. And she relished it. Each no bit of softness just convinced her to double her efforts.

Meals got bigger. Snacks got more frequent. Pounds piled on even quicker.

Sharon grew a chubby belly, a ball of spongy fat that began to lazily spill onto her lap whenever she sat up in bed to eat more delicious junk food. As the days went by, the belly grew bigger. Sharon grew lazier. And more helpless.

Her bones healed, but the lack of physical activity after all that time meant that Sharon’s days as a gym rat were over, and her appetite had increased so significantly that dieting was out of the question as well. She was stuck in an endless cycle of weight gain. And once the cameras got a look at her, things only accelerated. The backlash from her weight gain, and the way people who had suffered from Sharon’s cruelty were now so eager to pay her back in kind drove Sharon to add stress eating to her already gluttonous behavior.

And when Sharon really got a look at herself, and the fatty she had turned herself into. She was not eager to be seen by anyone else. She had enough money. She didn’t need to work. And the acting offers were drying up anyway. She did one comedy as the fat sidekick where the humor was entirely derived by how fat she had gotten, and that was enough to see where her future career would be going, and she wanted no part of it. Instead Sharon simply wanted to stay home and indulge in peace. She wasn’t happy about it, but she sure was a lot fatter for it.

Denise loved it. Sharon had picked up all of her bad habits and then some. She didn’t resist at all when food was put in front of her, and she was snacking all the time without even being asked. Her spoiled brat of a sister had turned into a good obedient fat girl, a perfectly lazy piggy with a body made of blubber. Denise loved getting to order her sister around though. She made it very clear to Sharon that she was now in complete control, and Sharon responded by eating more and getting even fatter.

Sharon grew a big spherical spare tire, massively fat breasts that swang like pendulums on the rare occasions that she waddled about. She had massive tree-trunk-like thunder thighs that were the centerpiece of fat legs that include thick cankles and swollen feet with sausage toes. Her ass was titanic like two fat sacks of potatoes sagging down onto her fat thighs. Sharon’s fat ass and hips constantly knocked things over. Her arms were weak with blubbery bingo wings, and her face was piggish with jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin.

Denise never did lose any weight. In fact if anything hanging out with Sharon so much meant she gained even more weight. But Sharon gained weight at such an astounding rate that she eventually surpassed her, becoming fatter than Denise’s wildest dreams.

She was content that Sharon was once again and forever the bigger sister.