"Fat Trimmings" Volume 41

Finally here, it's three new stories totaling over 4,000 words including "The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Movies".

Enjoy!

“The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Movies”

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Asami loved popcorn, and candy, and any number of the assortment of snacks that they served at her local movie theater. The day that they started selling hot dog nuggets was a watershed moment in Asami’s life. For Asami, the act of buying snacks at the movie theater was the reason for going out to the movies and not just waiting for things to drop on any of the numerous streaming services that capitalism demanded that she be subscribed to. Sure, she could get a lot of these same things at home, but there was nothing like movie theater popcorn, nothing like a soda pulled from the fountain, and nothing like fresh hot dog nuggets served with movie theater nacho cheese sauce. Asami could never replicate that kind of cheese dip at home, not with its signature melted rubber like consistency nor its radioactively neon coloring that fell deep in the uncanny valley between yellow and orange.

Of course, waiting in line for movie theater snacks before her latest foray into popular fantasy moviedom provided plenty of opportunity for Asami to get herself into some mischief with her fat making notebook.

It started small. The woman in front of Asami in line was dressed in a pair of leggings that really clung to her curves and highlighted how athletic her legs looked and how large but toned her butt was. She was clearly some kind of proud athlete, possibly a real gym nut, someone who obvious did a lot of squats, and Asami decided that someone so clearly dedicated to showcasing her fantastic glutes to the world was too vain for her own good, and the good of every other less endowed person around her, so she used the notebook to take away her athletic posterior and replace it with something more suited to a couch potato.

The woman’s thighs lost their tone first, and her leggings stretched further as her athletically thick legs became thicker with fat. For a brief moment that felt held up still on top of the well earned muscle underneath it, but once the muscle disappeared, the fat got flabby, and her thighs took on a much lumpier consistency as they stretched the leggings to their limit. The legging were stretched like sausage casings against her legs and grew so sheer that it was clear to see the dimpled pattern of cellulite that now decorated her flabby thunder thighs. Her thighs began to slap together and widen her stance.

Above them, her perfect, perky posterior remained large. In fact, it grew even larger. But just like her thunder thighs, the muscles in her ass soon disappeared, turning her buns of steel into a blubber butt. Her chunky cheeks became like balloons that had been blown up and then deflated. They still had plenty of size to them, but they had a lot more sag. Her bloated butt cheeks now stretched her leggings to the absolute limit and threatened to peak out over the top. They also sagged downward and slapped against the fat of her flabby thunder thighs. Just like those thick thighs, the woman’s blubber butt was also covered in cellulite visible through the stretched thin fabric of her legging which were clearly on their last days.

As the woman humiliated picking out a wedgie from between her bulbous butt cheeks, she swore to herself that she would put extra effort in the gym to “get her fat ass back in shape” without realizing that Asami had used to notebook to make sure that any attempts to regain muscle down below would lead to nothing but humiliation. 

Asami also found it quite amusing that she had left the rest of the woman’s body mostly untouched which gave the otherwise fit woman a very large and out of shape lower half. This was by design. She didn’t want to spend all of her fun at once just transforming this one woman.

For instance, there was another woman at the front of the line who thought it was appropriate to buy just a Diet Coke, and Asami couldn’t have that. It took some quick scrambling in her notebook, but by the time she was done that Diet Coke was now a large Diet Coke.

She also ordered a large popcorn.

And an order of hot dog nuggets.

And a selection of candies.

By the time the woman received her order she was also carrying everything in her now extremely fat arms.

Those arms had been rather slender and at least somewhat tone, but now they were well cushioned with fat, pillowy arms that gave more than enough surface area to aid in the carrying of her many snacks as she waddled over to the next station to pick up a straw for her drink and absolutely drown her popcorn in butter. 

As she waddled to the counter, her tree-trunk-like thighs shook and slapped together. Just like the previous woman, this one was also wearing leggings like sausage casings around her thunder thighs. The difference was that her thighs were now twice the size of the first woman’s.

Her ass was just as proportionately large as well. Previously, her butt had been incredibly tiny, almost non-existent. Now it was bulbous. Her butt cheeks were two incredible masses of bull that bounced about with the slightest of movements. Her enormous ass cheeks quivered as she waddled, and long after she stood still again. The were loose sagging slabs of fat that slapped onto the back of her flabby thighs, but they were also so large and round that the tops of them poked out of her leggings giving her a permanent case of plumber’s crack. 

The lady’s large lard filled belly lumbered out in front of her, sloshing about as she made her way to furnish her popcorn with copious amounts of butter. It was a hanging sack of fat that spilled out from under her clothes and was a far cry from the way her trim tummy that she used to have. It stuck out far in front of her even as it sagged down like an apron of fat toward her fat dimply knees, and when she got to the counter she had to reach with her fat arms because her big blubber belly got in the way as it pressed against the counter and pushed her backward.

Even though her eyes were now beady because of all the fat the filled her face, turning her delicate facial features into bloated parodies of what they once were, one could still see how wild eyed and ravenous she was for her precious snacks. She was salivating as she drowned her butter in popcorn, practically smacking her lips together and licking them with her tongue. She couldn’t wait to get to the theater and threw a large handful of popcorn into her mouth right there. Several pieces of popcorn dropped into her canyon of cleavage, and butter dripped down her doughy double chin. But she didn’t care. She practically squealed with delight as she scarfed down a second handful and then waddled off to her movie to eat the rest of her snacks with equally piggish glee.

Just before she was about to get her own snacks, Asami saw what looked to be two college aged women, slim and haughty looking like sorority sisters, holding hands.

“Probably going to see a rom-com or something. That’s no fun,” she thought as she took out the notebook and wrote in it.

“That couple isn’t into rom-coms. They’re a pair of big fat nerds.”

And just like that, the pair went from looking like they could have been cheerleaders to looking like a couple of couch potatoes who spent their time binge watching tv shows and movies when they weren’t playing online video games. Their bodies became fat and flabby to reflect their change in appetite from salad, fruits, and premium bottled water to fast food, Hot Packets, and sugar loaded energy drinks. 

Their entire bodies got soft, losing any sort of tone and swelling outward, overwhelming their clothes with fat. Their clothes changed as well from sleek and stylish outfits to ruddy but comfortable looking sweatpants that did nothing to conceal how fat they now were. They had certain similarities, muffin tops that peeked over their greasy sweatpants, fat pimply faces with greasy skin and thighs big enough to slap together and make them waddle, but the formerly fit now fat nerds also had key differences.

One became much more bottom heavy, while both had thighs that made them waddle, hers were truly tree trunks topped by two absolutely enormous ass cheeks. Every part of her lower half was extremely soft and saggy and continually moving even when she stopped. She developed significantly fatter feet with plump sausage toes and a thick set of cankles as well, and while she had a big belly, it wasn't nearly as large and sloppy as her partner.

The other woman was much more apple shaped. She had a big doughy dumper as well, but her biggest feature was the blubbery double belly that stuck out as a big blob of fat in front of her. It would have made her look pregnant if it wasn’t so soft and saggy looking. The lower roll easily spilled out from under her top and over the waistband of her sweats. She also grew huge, pendulous breasts that sagged downward and rested on the fat shelf of her belly. They quivered with even the slightest of motion and gave her cleavage that was perfect for catching snacks in. 

Asami watched with joy as the two changed their direction and waddled off hand in hand toward and obscure fantasy movie that she had never heard of. The two were technically speaking farther away from each other thanks to the thickness of their widened hips that caused them to have to reach their fat arms outward more to be able to hold chubby hands, but they were also closer than ever now that their fat thighs slapped against each other as they waddled to their destination.

For her part, Asami paid for her snacks and then headed off to her own movie, eager to see who she would transform there.

(To be Continued)

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“You Are Where You Work”

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Working at the auto shop was supposed to be temporary.

It was a job that her father helped her get thanks to a connection with the family friend who owned the place and was looking for a new front desk worker in order to “class up the joint a bit.”

And the autoshop sure needed some class.

In Eloise’s eyes, the men who worked there were all big fat slobs. Whenever she saw them they were always covered in grease of some kind, but it oil or fast food. And they were certainly all quite large. They were fat sweaty men who stayed respectful at the bosses wishes, but they were all far from being Eloise’s type. She found fat men to be disgusting and working class men in general to be disappointing and unattractive, and they were all both. They were fat and completely uncouth, especially crass with their humor, and Eloise was eager to stay far away from them and stay hidden in her little front office which smelt far less like the emissions that filled the rest of the shop.

This was Eloise’ first real job, and it was just supposed to be a little something that gave her some work experience and spending money while she figured out what to do with the rest of her life. You see, the problem with Eloise had always been that she was inherently rather lazy. She never stuck to anything, including a major in college. And she never had the drive to get any sort of internship or part-time job during the school year or even a summer job when she was off. Eloise preferred to enjoy her days lazing about, and if her father hadn’t threatened to cut her off financially, she never would have taken this job in the first place.

Everything about the job was disgusting to Eloise, from the fat people that she worked with to the customers that she had to deal with. Eloise never liked the idea of being subservient to someone else, and working such a menial job as the front desk of the auto body shop was something that she saw as decidedly beneath her.

The one good thing that Eloise found about the job was that it was pretty easy. She basically just had to answer phones and connect people to the right person at the right time. And she made sure everybody paid their bills. That was it. And to her, that, the money, and the whole having her father off her back thing, was enough to get her to keep putting up with the job and the fat men that she detested.

Of course, eventually the gentlemen who worked there had quite enough of her haughty attitude, but instead of confronting her directly, they decided to kill her with kindness. They would buy her lunch, something she would frequently turn down. And when that didn’t work they took to offering her small snacks as “peace offerings”. Eloise took to those much more easily. She enjoyed the snacks, things that really triggered her sweet tooth, and when she wasn’t snacking on something the guys had given her, Eloise often found herself drifting to the vending machine for more.

She started accepting lunches shortly after that.

And after she started accepting lunches, she actually started eating lunches with some of the guys. It turned out that perhaps they weren’t so bad. They were pretty nice, and most of them already had wives and girlfriends of their own, and those that didn’t remained respectful and clung to a strict (but not formally written down) policy of no dancing inside of the workplace. She took a special notice of Floyd, her boss's son, who was easily the fattest guy in the shop but also the sweetest, even if his sense of humor was often just as crass as the others.

Pretty soon after she started her job, the effects of Eloise’s laziness combined with a snacking became evident. And the first became evident as the pounds started to pile onto and pad her precious butt.

Eloise had always been proud of her perfect posterior, even though she had never done anything to earn it. But her job of mostly just sitting in a chair all day meant that her butt soon became incredibly flabby. Plenty of pounds from her frequent snacking settled right in her butt cheeks, inflating them into spongy sacks of sagging fat. She developed two mushy ass cheeks, filled with flab and covered in cellulite. They stretched out the skirts she liked to wear, but on the plus side they did also make her desk chair a lot more comfortable (at least while she could still fit in it.)

The fit of her desk chair came into question thanks to the widening of her hips which went along with the expanding of her ass and the thickening of her thighs. Eloise’s thighs became especially flabby. Thanks to the short skirts the was so often fond of wearing, skirts that grew shorter as her butt grew bigger and pushed them further upward, Eloise's thunder thighs were frequently on display, cottage cheese cellulite and all, as they shook and slapped together with each step that she took. When she sat down in her chair, which seemed to shrink by the day, her fat thighs spilled outward and squished together to give her a very fat lap.

And onto that squishy lap spilled the fat belly that she grew.

That gut of hers grew as a result of all the fast food lunches she was given, orders whose size grew right along with the rest of her. She was soon starting to match many of the guys in their gluttony as she stuffed herself during lunch, and then after work, and before work. Calorie counting, something Eloise was already loath to do, was gone forever as Eloise gave in to indulgence, indulgence that turned her trim tummy into a very generous pot belly.

Her pot belly pushed against the buttons of her blouses and spilled out the bottoms of her shirts. It came paired with matching love handles to complete the mighty muffin top, and it jiggled with every movement she made. Her blubbery belly was a soft spongy ball of fat that quivered like a bowl of jello whenever she laughed along with the guys’ jokes, something that became more frequent the more time she spent with them. 

The other thing that became more frequent with time was the frequency in which she outgrew her outfits. Clothes got tighter. Seams stretched and then snapped. Buttons blew off and the seats of her pants blew out all as her once slender body continued to blow up. 

As she continued to size up her clothes, Eloise also began to size up Floyd, and just like her own physical measurements, her measurements of Floyd’s character drastically changed. His sweetness, even sweeter than the ice cream that she loved to stuff her face with, was catching. And since that rule about dating coworkers was an unwritten one, Eloise eventually came on to the fat man herself. 

After she started dating Floyd, she also began to take a much bigger interest in the business as a whole. (All while still getting bigger herself.) She had the idea that if she actually learned more about the business and how cars worked in general she would be a better front desk worker which was true. It also meant more bonding with the guys which meant even more food.

Eloise’s body expanded further. Fitting someone who worked in an auto body shop, Eloise grew a massive spare tire. Her breasts swelled further. Her thighs grew thicker, and her ass grew far fatter and flabbier. These changes continued even after she married Floyd. But she didn’t care. She had long since given up any thought of ever being thin again. Others may look at her in judgement, but Floyd and food made Eloise perfectly content.

Floyd and Eloise, the fat and happy couple, eventually took over the business from Floyd’s father after he finally decided to retire, content that the business was in good hands. Eloise couldn’t be happier. She was stronger than she ever thought she could be. She proved to be smarter than anyone ever gave her credit for. And she stopped being lazy.

She sure as hell was fat though. And that was all good by her.

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“Thick Burger: Popstar”

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Cooper Quick, Cici or C to her friends, loved being a popstar. She loved the attention. She loved flaunting her talent and her body. She loved the thrill of the crowd of screaming fans. 

But she loved the money the most. 

And Thick Burger was supposed to be easy money. 

That’s how it starts though isn’t it?

Cooper paraded around on camera in her skimpy tour outfits, short cut dresses that hugged her tight figure and showcased her curves. She had plenty of outfits with holes strategically cut out of the middle to show off her hard earned abs. She loved to flaunt those sexy muscles, the ultimate signal of her dedication to the gym life. Her outfits also made sure to put plenty of cleavage on display, so fans could really salivate as she gyrated while eating “Thick Burger’s New Gyro Sandwiches”. Her muscles flexed as she ate, and she let the sauce sexily drip down her chin and into her quivering cleavage. She moaned in delight with each bite.

That delight filled moan was not forced at all.

It turned out that the new “Thick Burger Gyro Sandwiches” were incredibly delicious. Their tzatziki sauce was like crack. And they came loaded with fries as well. Cici had a hard time putting them down. She had never really considered Thick Burger as a viable food option before, and in fact she had spent a lot of time denigrating their fat clientele, but now she could see what they were onto. 

The delights of Thick Burger, once something Cooper viewed as forbidden to her, soon became a regular occurance. She started to gleefully work her way through the menu, eating extra meals far beyond the ones that she needed to consume while shooting the commercials. And soon the commercials began to change.

Cici didn’t just gyrate around. She started to move like a belly dancer, and that was mostly because her precious abs had melted and turned into a rather generous belly. That belly shook and folded over on itself as Cici danced for the camera all while still seductively eating her food. And with each bite, her mouth got wider, eager to take in even more food. Each new bite also brought a new sighting of her double chin, something that began to become more prominent the longer the ad campaign went on.

The more commercials that Cooper shot meant the more pounds piled onto her previously lithe frame. The ad campaign was so successful that demand was constantly increasing. This meant that Cooper’s schedule became busier with her tour dates, album recording, and the commercials. With all of this, plus her extracurricular eating meant that her performance as a popstar began to suffer.

Onstage the formerly athletic performer was now waddling about quickly getting winded between songs. Some of her fans were even more fervent because of this, but even many of the body positive crowd were no longer happy with the lack of quality in her concerts because she was constantly stuffing her face and growing fatter by the day. This caused a lack of ticket sales. A lack of ticket sales led to canceling show dates, canceling show dates meant that Cooper found herself with a lot more time to sit on her continuously fattening ass.

She began to grow into an obese couch potato, this meant that something had to go, and that something ended up being her gym time.

Once Cooper stopped going to the gym, her weight really started to balloon. But her outfits never changed. If anything they got skimpier. Between fetishists obsessed with Cooper’s growing figure and all of the other gossip hounds who just loved the idea of her getting fat and humiliating herself, the ads kept going consistently viral.

And Cooper’s chubby body kept getting fatter.

She began regularly bursting out of her outfits as her big breasts expanded further, surging forward as mounds of quivering flesh. She had to keep constantly applying coconut oil to keep them from getting covered in stretch marks. She did the same thing to her belly, and her hips, and her thighs and ass. Every part of her kept expanding, kept getting softer, saggier. She was spilling out in folds of flabby fat. This all alarmed her greatly. She didn’t like losing control of her body like this.

But she couldn’t control her appetite.

Thick Burger was just too good, too addicting. She was nothing but a helpless greedy piggy whenever it was in front of her, and when it wasn’t in front of her she wanted nothing more than to have some. It was practically all she could think about. And as her popstar career crumbled, her pig-star career picked up.

It turns out that Cooper Quick had been a notorious spendthrift while she was at the height of her powers and that kept her in incredible debt. All of this plus her ever increasing food budget meant that she had no choice but to keep working for Thick Burger which meant that her commercials were no longer mainstream. Instead Thick Burger kicked her specifically to their fetish advertisement division and CiCi ended up making lots of degrading videos specifically to draw in people interested in watching the formerly slim and sexy popstar now turned into a bloated and greedy pig desperately degrading herself just to fill her big greedy gut.

And degrade herself she did.

The regular sexy outfits were still things that she tried to squeeze into on occasion. It was funny to watch her wear two dresses, one on each thigh as if they were garters. She also regularly crawled around on all fours in a pink bikini, her pigkini as she called it while oinking and stuffing her face.

This was what Cooper’s life had become, an endless loop of feeding and humiliation, and she was so obsessed with the feeding part that she no longer cared about the humiliation at all. The food kept her happy, and there was always plenty of food.

Meanwhile, Thick Burger was on the lookout from the star of their next big ad campaign.

Somewhere on a beach, was Libby Cobbler, sipping a matcha, her signature, right as her phone began to ring.