"Fat Trimmings" Volume 40 EXTRA LARGE EDITION

Some stats: This volume of "Fat Trimmings" comes out to three extra long short stories that total over 6,500 words. When combined with "Extra Slices" #4 that means I'm releasing over 11,000 words worth of content today spanning five stories. I'm pretty sure this volume contains my longest Thick Burger story yet at over 3,100 words (but I might be wrong about that.)

Enjoy!

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“Big News”

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Kathy Kahn was an absolute shark. In front of the camera she presented to everyone as sharp in every way, both with an absolutely stunning figure that made people both incredibly jealous and filled them with incredible lust, and with an intelligent mind that made her adept at cracking big news stories and presenting them in a way others could understand. She was also filled with such raw charisma, something added by her incredible looks and talent, and her winning personality shown through in front of the camera. She came off as knowledgeable and shrewd but also kind and approachable. She was an absolute unicorn.

And behind the camera she was an absolute wicked witch. A bitch in high heels, Kathy wasn’t afraid to step on anyone who got in her way. In fact, she seemed to seek it out. It wasn’t enough for her to rack up personal and professional accomplishments, she had to make sure other people couldn’t come close to touching them. She castigated, she dominated, she enjoyed subjugating others and ruining promising careers as sacrifices to her own. Kathy made sure that anyone who could possibly become competition for her either worked underneath her or didn’t work at all.

Kathy had been that way since high school when she was the queen bee of her school, the head cheerleader, the homecoming and prom queen, and the student body president. In college she was the president of her sorority. She was top of her class and an intern that broke into the news industry very quickly thanks to her smarts, looks, and fierce cunning. Since then she was a house on fire, burning down everyone she saw as a threat.

Her ruthless desire to crush every perceived threat by way of ruining careers, and her own arrogance and vanity would come back to bite her in what would become her big fat ass. 

One of those threats that Kathy looked to squash was Mara. Mara was a good looking young woman, though a fair bit chubbier than Kathy as Kathy was always eager to point out. More than that Mara was charismatic and talented. She had an eye for stories, and she had a real diligence when it came to reporting. She had everything one needs to be a successful reporter and on-air talent. 

So obviously Kathy made her her intern with the idea of making her fetch coffee and run other errands until she ran her out of the industry completely. It was a fairly simple plan. She would make Mara do nothing but grunt work, and then, when she quit the internship, Kathy would use that as evidence of a lack of drive, dedication, and loyalty, and have her blackballed from the industry. It was something Kathy had already done several times before. 

But there was a problem. 

Mara was too good. She was too perceptive, too detailed oriented, too witty. In short, she was too useful. And Kathy couldn’t just use her for grunt work. She began to rely on Mara more and more for any number of work related things, shoveling most of her pre-on camera work onto Mara. But, of course, she never let Mara get any kind of credit. 

This lack of recognition on top of being extremely overworked was the final straw for Mara. She began to plot her revenge. She wanted to expose Kathy. But it wasn’t enough to just expose Kathy as a fraud. 

She wanted to expose Kathy as a big FAT fraud. 

Yes, taking away the two things Kathy prided herself on the most, her perfect looks and her career, was what Mara wanted to do. And then she would supplant her boss and soar in her own career, something that would further rub salt in Kathy’s wounds. 

Mara loved to picture Kathy sitting and sobbing into her latest fast food feast, a double cheeseburger with french fries and a large milkshake to wash it all down with, while her fat body burst out of her once fitting and now food stained blouse. She wanted to make Kathy blubber like a big fat blubbery baby. 

And it turns out fattening up her vain boss was fairly easy.

It started with small things, switching Kathy’s diet cokes for regular, upping the sugar content of her coffee orders and changing the skim milk for heavy cream, and adding extra dressing to her salads. She started prompting Kathy to engage in bad habits, indulging in snacks and orders of late night fast food when working on a big story, then any story, and then completely any work at all became a cause for celebration which meant a night out drinking and plenty of greasy fattening food to combat a potential hangover.

Mara also took advantage of the fact that she was in charge of Kathy’s calendar, and she regularly scheduled things to make her too busy or too tired to get to the gym. Once that was done it was easy to get Kathy eating bigger lunches and more often, and she needed way more caffeine and sugar to get her going in the morning which meant calorie bomb coffee monstrosities that made her feel good until the inevitable sugar crash which led to drinking high calorie, high sugar energy drinks to keep her going.

Soon, the pounds piled on.

It was very amusing for Mara to watch the formerly flawless Kathy suddenly struggling to fit into her professional attire. Her body began to change rather rapidly as more calories were introduced to her system. It turns out, for all her strengths, Kathy’s one major weakness was that she had a frighteningly fragile metabolism, and the sugar the she was consuming was sucked up and rapidly settled as fat around her midsection. Her sexy abdominal muscles were lost pretty much immediately as a soft layer of fat covered them. Then that one soft layer gained another, and another, and soon Kathy’s softened stomach was a sack of fat, a pudgy pot belly that fought with the buttons of her blouses and rolled over the waistbands of her pants.

Mara loved watching Kathy’s belly jiggle. It had such a surprising amount of spring to it considering how fit she used to be, but as Kathy got fatter, the jiggling of her pot belly became more pronounced. It bobbed up and down whenever she moved, and it quivered as she ate her meal until those meals became huge feasts that left her blubber belly bloated and hard as a rock.

Kathy’s butt grew blubbery as well. She developed a real fat desk ass with chunky cheeks covered in cellulite that inflated with fat. Those spongy butt cheeks filled out her desk chair quite nicely and lifted her quite a bit from her seat as they grew larger in size. They were soft and saggy, and they stretched out any skirts or pants that Kathy tried to squeeze her fattening body into. Her plump posterior still turn heads but not in the way Kathy was used to. As it grew larger, fatter, most people began to watch it as it bounced up and down like each chunky cheek had a mind of its down, and they wondered how long it would be before her fat ass burst out of whatever it was wearing. Would her blubber butt blow out the seat of her pants today or next week? Would her skirt seam give out within the month or within the next minute? How many more meals could her wardrobe take? 

Her hips grew widering to match the growing girth of her ass, and her thighs grew thicker as well. Her previously toned limbs turned to mushy, pasty fat that slapped together and reverberated as she walked. Her legs were full of jiggle. The muscle was lost thanks to lack of gym time, and her thick thunder thighs became incredibly squishy. Her legs completely lost any kind of definition as even her calves and ankles grew bloated with fat. Her feet filled her stylish shoes which soon became uncomfortable (even more uncomfortable than the laws of fashion normally dictated) thanks to the added fat that now filled them as her toes became like plump little sausages. The added discomfort brought about by the bloating of her fat feet made Kathy far less agile and far more clumsy than she used to be. She was now a person prone to plodding, and the thickness of her thunder thighs which were already slapping together as she walked meant that she grew closer and closer to waddling about with each new meal, something that her co-workers were thrilled about as the cattily gossiped behind the formerly fit Kathy’s broadening back.

Even Kathy’s arms grew hilariously fat. Mara didn’t realize she could get such amusement from watching something as subtle as a person's arms grow bloated and flabby, but watching Kathy fill out the sleeves of her blouses with flabby bingo wings was exceedingly comical. Mara especially loved it whenever Kathy wore outfits with short or no sleeves. She loved watching the way Kathy’s fat arms would wobble as she shoved more food into her fat face.

That face was growing fatter by the day. It became bloated by beer and fast food, and her once sharp cheekbones disappeared, replaced by jiggling jowls, and her previously well defined jawline lost the battle against weight gain and gave way to a sagging and doughy double chin that inflated further every time she opened her fat mouth to take another greedy bite of greasy food. 

Kathy’s breasts grew as well, but they mostly grew soft and saggy. Without the perkiness that they used to have, they began to sag downward onto the shelf of her big blubbery belly. What really drew attention to Kathy’s chest as she grew fatter was not so much the size of her sagging stretch marked breasts and much more the crumbs and assorted food and drink stains that ended up decorating her tops.

She had gone from looking like a perfect prim and proper professional to looking like an absolute pig, and people quickly took notice. She was a bloated blubber butt whose fattening figure led to faltering confidence. Kathy was becoming a mess, and not just because she had taken to eating her meals like an absolute hog. She was stammering like Porky Pig as one mistake after another piled up, and on more than one occasion her messy wardrobe humiliatingly malfunctioned both behind the scenes and on camera. Eventually, the inevitable happened.

Kathy got canned. Fat Kat’s career was effectively over. Her confidence was forever crushed, and the comfort eating that followed caused her formerly trim waistline to absolutely balloon. Nobody wanted to hire Kathy, and it wasn’t just because her reputation as a journalist was as soiled as her blouses. It turns out then when you build your career by cutting down a lot of people, those same people are eager to take those knives and stab you in the back. And they were equally eager to kick Kathy when she was down. Fat Kat was soon blackballed just as she had had done to so many others.  

Money became a real issue, and with nobody in the business willing to higher her, Kathy tried to go independent. But she lacked the drive. She lacked the grit. And most importantly she lacked the resources she had developed including previous contacts who now turned their backs on her. So Kathy ended up trying to bank on what was left of her media personality and personal following and pivot to more lifestyle kinds of pieces. She developed a decent following among foodies and therefore did a lot of restaurant reviews and recipes.

And eating.

It turns out a large number of people were intrigued by the idea of Kathy eating. And not just eating.

They wanted to see her really stuff her face.

Mukbanging became a huge part of her business, and when she did those kinds of videos her messiness was no longer a hindrance, in fact her piggishness was a boon to business. People loved to watch her goal whole hog. A large portion of her videos became about Kathy eating and showing off just how fat she had become. And as this part of her business gained traction, and as her food budget continued to increase, Kathy started to open up her business model to a whole new stream of revenue, custom video requests.

Meanwhile, Mara’s own career was on the rise. She succeeded by being talented and by making friends within the industry. Mara didn’t cut people down. She helped bring people up. She built a team around her, and people were eager to work with Mara and see her succeed knowing that her success would ensure their own success in the long term.

Of course, Mara also kept tabs on Kathy's burgeoning new career, and her ever widening waistline. And when the ability to commission Fat Kat for custom videos arose, Mara knew exactly how she wanted to humiliate her favorite pig even further. She grabbed her credit card with glee and started writing out a script for Fat Kat to enact.

(And if you'd like to see the video that Mara commissioned in a story that is over 3,000 words long and is full of humiliation, it is available exclusively to Even More BS tier patrons right HERE.)

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“A Fattening in Outer Space

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Lieutenant Avery was the last surviving member of her crew when their ship landed on a planet none of them were expecting to find. And when she found the aliens that came for her, she thought for sure that they were going to eat her.

But it was quite the opposite.

Her whole life, Avery had been an athletic person. Fitness was something she had dedicated her life to, both physical fitness and mental fitness. She was a naturally hard worker with a determined attitude. It made her a force both in the gym and outside of it. She had everything in her to be a natural leader. She was confident, perceptive, intelligent, strong and agile and all of these qualities  added up to make her an excellent astronaut.

She thought that, perhaps, it was these qualities that the aliens so admired about her. As they poked and prodded her her fit figure, she thought maybe they had a strange sense of shared beauty with humans. Avery had been told her whole life that she was beautiful. It was part of what made her so popular. Her beauty and athleticism made her a two sport athlete in track and swimming, and she even found time to cheer. It was this popularity that led to a lot of social successes. She had been student body president in high school and college and president of her sorority. She was working to assist her community while training to become an astronaut and was known for giving back and working to inspire women in science. She had aims for political office upon her return to earth, and even envisioned herself becoming president.

Would that ever come close to happening now?

The aliens' continued touch brought her train of thought back to her original thought. As they stripped her of her space suit (and she found to her surprise that this was a very oxygen rich planet) she wondered if this planet with its atmosphere very similar to earth could have similar beauty standards too.

And then the food started coming.

Avery didn’t know what the food was. She just knew that it was delicious. And it was plentiful. The aliens fed her until she was no longer hungry, but they did not take that as a signal to stop. They fed her more. And more. They would not stop. And as they fed her her body began to grow.

The evidence of a lifetime of dedication to physical fitness soon vanished. Whatever the food was that Avery was being fed, it must have been extremely high in calories and it did its work fast. Her abs vanished as her stomach started to rise like bread dough in front of her very eyes. It truly was like a balloon, staying taught for a long time. Avery feared the aliens had somehow impregnated her, but that fear subsided as her stomach back to sag down toward her knees, forming a gelatinous apron of soft, quivering fat. Then the only fear she had was just how fat she was getting.

The aliens seemed to love her belly. They took great care to fondle it as it grew but also to cover it in fabulously scented oils that stretched her skin without causing stretch marks to form. They pinched at her and seemed to tease out thick and growing love handles, great meaty slabs of fat to join her ever growing blubbery belly.

Avery’s waist widened along with her belly. Her hips grew larger, rounded out, and so did her ass. She could feel it. She sat while she was fed by the aliens, and she could feel her muscular butt cheeks soften, becoming mushy and chunky and then push her entire body up as they inflated with fat. Her butt grew to be quite bulbous with big broad cellulite covered cheeks that again avoided stretch marks as the aliens pushed her forward to massage her blubbery butt.

The former lieutenant’s thighs thickened as well. They became saggy pillars of fat. Her thickening thunder thighs filled her lap and pushed her legs out. Her stance grew wider, and if she was allowed to move she would certainly have no choice to to waddle about. Her calves and ankles grew fatter until they merged into large bloated cankles, and even her dainty feet grew bloated with fat and developed fat toes. Anyone looking at Avery would have been hard pressed to think she was anything but a lifelong couch potato, someone who spent all her time stuff her fat gut and sitting on her fat ass, not someone who had been so dedicated to physical fitness, someone, who once could have been a model and ran a marathon was turned into a blob, a slow lumbering thick thighed cow.

And the cow comparisons became more appropriate as her breasts grew. They swelled up like balloons into great big udders. The were like the size of beach balls and were still outpaced by her great big sphere of a belly.

Avery’s arms grew fat. Her previously lithe limbs developed flabby bingo wings. They were pillowy soft, and massively fat, and they ended with chubby hands and fat greedy looking sausage fingers.

Her face grew fat as well, redundantly round with bright cherubic cheeks that swelled up and made her eyes look beady. Her chin inflated into a doughy second one, and she still felt an incredible desire to stuff her fat face. She didn’t need to be fed at this point. She wanted to eat.

At first, as she ate like a pig and felt like a big bloated cow, Avery was afraid that she was indeed being fattened up like some kind of livestock. But that was not the case. It took her quite a while to notice, mostly because she kept getting distracted by all of the delicious food that she kept eating, but eventually Avery realized that what they were actually doing was engaging in some kind of worship. To them, Avery was some kind of gluttonous goddess. She guessed that the first feeding was some kind of test and she had somehow fulfilled some kind of prophecy. Once she reached that point she was set for life, clothed in what she guessed must have been expensive fabrics that did not constrict her globular body and carried off to a temple to be worshiped for as long as she lived.

She had to be carried because by the time she had ascended to godhood Avery was also so fat as to be completely immobile. She didn’t know how massive she was, the aliens had presented her with no scales, and she doubted she would be able to interpret their number system if she did. She just knew that she noted that the planet she had landed on had lower gravity than earth, so be be immobile here must have meant she was massive.

Still, she didn’t care. She was cared for, and she was comfortable. Sure, she would miss being back home, but she enjoyed being worshipped. And she figured that, technically speaking, being a goddess sure did beat being president.

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“Thick Burger Undercover”

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Rowan fancied herself a reporter. She didn’t have much of a following yet, but she had done an internship or two. And sure, she had found herself drummed out of her last one, but that was more because of a bitch if a boss, Kathy Kahn, than anything else. Still, it was a bit of a black spot on her résumé, maybe even a career death sentence depending on who you asked, so Rowan knew she had to be careful. And, ironically, she also knew she had to be bold and go really big with whatever news piece she was going to do to get her career back on track. 

Thick Burger seemed like the perfect target. It was clearly leading to a rise in obesity rates. They must have been doing something to create such an addictive product. Some kind of formula, maybe some kind of elaborate subliminal messages in their marketing campaigns. Others had tried and failed to bust Thick Burger in the past, with disastrous, humiliating, and fattening results. But Rowan was different from those people. She was better than them. She had a plan. 

She was going to take down Thick Burger from the inside out. 

It was the perfect plan really, a classic investigative reporter move. She would get employed with the company, record what she could, and work her way through the ranks until she got ahold of the evidence she needed to break the case wide open and take Thick Burger down for good. 

Plus, she needed some gainful employment at the moment as she was struggling to make the rent on her apartment while blowing through her savings (and the small bit of earnings she made selling pictures of her feet). So she really needed to be thorough and make this investigation work. It was going to be her big break. 

Rowan just didn’t realize how big she was going to get. 

Thick Burger was full of fat people, which Rowan didn’t care for. Rowan had considered herself slim and sexy all her life, and generally found fat people to be greedy and lazy. She certainly found them to be extremely unattractive. Fatties were people who should feel ashamed of themselves and actually work on being better instead of falling into the same traps over and over again. 

Rowan had spent so much of her life living with pretty privilege and looking down on fat people. She regularly thought of fatties as greedy pigs, lazy hogs. She wasn’t afraid to call them that when she was around her other vain and pretty friends. And she had plenty of experience calling fat people out and making mean jokes right to their fat faces. Sometimes it brought her real pleasure to bring someone so low, an act that always made Rowan feel superior.

Of course, Rowan did feel at least a little bad for these fatties. Thick Burger had clearly tricked them used some kind of serum or additive or something to make them helplessly addicted lardos, pathetic pigs, hopeless hogs, and solving this Thick Burger problem was going to make the world a better, and thinner place. Those fatties would fall to their knees (an act that would surely send their blubbery bodies jiggling) once Rowan helped them turn their miserable piggish lives around.

One of the hardest parts was getting the interview and then getting the job. Rowan was very surprised to see that apparently employee turnover at Thick Burger was incredibly low. Then when she got to the interview her prospective manager, and incredibly large woman named Tammy-Lynn asked some weird questions. 

“Do ya love burgers, hun?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Sweetheart, I asked if ya love burgers. Cause if ya gonna work here than ya gotta love burgers, suga.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course! I love burgers. Love em! They’re…. They’re a passion.”

Tammy-Lynn’s multiple chins wobbled as she gave a slow nod of approval. 

“That’s what I want ta hear, dumplin. Cause we a family owned company here-uh. And we’re all about the family, and family is all about the love.”

“I love love almost as much as I love burgers.”

“Well then, welcome aboard, sweetie pie. We’ll start you off at thirty-five dollars an hour.”

Rowan’s jaw practically hit the floor. 

“Come again?”

“Thirty-five dollars an hour,” echoed Tammy-Lynn with a beaming smile that showed off her deep dimples.

“That… that’s a lot.”

“And we pay your medical insurance.”

“Y-you- you pay my-“

“With dental.”

“Dental!?!?”

Tammy-Lynn draped one big fat arm across Rowan’s slender shoulders. 

“Jellybean, we’re a big ol family here at Thick Burger. We love our family. And we show love to our family members because we believe that when we share that love with you, you’re gonna put that love in the food and pass that love on to the customer. And that’s how our wonderful family grows.”

“Well, I’m certainly ready to grow with you!” beamed Rowan with no sense of how prophetic her words were. 

“I’m sure you are,” replied Tammy-Lynn with a knowing smile. 

So Rowan got to work, and what she found was nothing short of shocking.

It was shocking how little she was able to get her hands on. Or, more specifically, how little she was able to get her hands on when it came to interesting things that she could use. Rowan worked at Thick Burger for several months, certain that she could work her way into the confidence of someone who could tell her what was going on. She was prepared to snoop around, to be extra sneaky and cunning, and to line the pockets of whoever she needed to bribe thanks in no small part to her generous Thick Burger paycheck. But she kept coming up short.

There were no subliminal messages in Thick Burger’s marketing. Sure, they were often wholesome and usually catchy. They were sleek and often filled with incredible production value, and they were everywhere. Thick Burger ads were plentiful. But there was nothing wrong with that, not legally anyway, and Rowan wasn’t some crusader looking to play the moral angle. That wasn’t news in the first place, and in the second place she was now watching the last person who tried to make Thick Burger into a morality tale waddling around on camera and touting the product while rubbing her big blubbery belly with delight.

Then there was the food itself.

Nobody was injecting the food with anything to her knowledge. She tracked the whole production process. While behind the counter she had never been asked once to tamper with any of the food items in anyway. First, she thought there must have been added to the burger meat, but that wasn’t the case. Then she thought maybe it was in the avocados, Thick Burger’s most popular topping. But no! It turned out people just liked avocados because they were delicious and the good kind of fat. There wasn’t even extra sugar in the sodas!

Sure, there was a secret proprietary blend of herbs and spices, but people weren’t even being very secretive about that. Once she became a Thick Burger employee, Rowan found someone who was willing to sing like a canary very quickly. She didn’t even have to bribe him for it! He just told her every little ingredient in exact proportions. She knew every damn thing about the recipe down to all the precise procedures that she was supposed to follow. But all of that information was mostly useless to her in terms of journalism. She thought at least momentarily about engaging in some light corporate espionage, but she decided that was too short sighted. Besides, even with the exact recipe and procedures she couldn’t truly replicate the exact product.

That was actually becoming a problem. Whenever, Rowan was on kitchen duty, her burgers got several complaints, never many because she was following everything she was supposed to do, but she was still somehow the only person getting complaints. Even when she sampled her own work she didn’t think the burger was anything to write home about. Sure, it was pretty damn tasty, way tastier than she would have ever made on her own, but it wasn’t the hopelessly addicting thing she had been drawn to writing about. Even when she added avocado to it!

One day, that brought Tammy-Lynn’s fat arm right back around Rowan’s shoulders as the two stood in front of the grill.

“Sweet pea, we have got to talk. Now, I don’t much like coming down on people like this, but it’s just not looking like you’re burger cooking is up to our high standards, my little chickidee.”

“So I’m fired?”

“Fired? Lawd, no. We’re a family here. And a family supports each other. I’m just gonna help give you a little retraining is all, so you can be the best you can be, my little butterbean.”

Tammy-Lynn fired up the grill and went to work.

“I’ve followed all the guidelines.”

“That’s just it, mon cheri, those are guidelines. But what really matters is the love. Ya gotta feel it. Like I said when I hired ya. Ya gotta love the burger. Close your eyes. Listen to that sizzle. Love is listening. Just love that burger and let it tell you when to flip her. She knows.”

Rowan was dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry. Are you seriously telling me that the secret ingredient is love?”

“It’s not much of a secret,” shrugged Tammy-Lynn as she prepped the burger on a toasted and buttered bun.

“You’re telling me, that Thick Burger is so addicting, that so many people have had their lives changed, gotten so incredibly fat because every Thick Burger is made with love? That’s it. Love?”

“Have you ever actually tried a Thick Burger made with love, honeybee?”

Rowan had to shake her head. The entire time she had worked at Thick Burger she had stuck to the healthier menu items during her shift meals and only ever eaten burgers that she had cooked herself.

Tammy-Lynn held the simple burger toward her.

“Eat.”

With a bit of trepidation, Rowan did as she was told. And then her eyes went wide.

It was like a bolt of lightning struck her right between the eyes, and her mind was open to a brand new realm of possibilities. She saw the light! This wasn’t just the greatest burger she had ever eaten. This was the greatest thing she had ever eaten period! And when she was done she could only think of two things: how badly she wanted more Thick Burger and how much more delicious it would be if she added some avocado to it.

From that moment onward, Rowan was converted from cynical journalist to a true believer. The only investigation she did going forward was looking into which combination of toppings was her favorite. And she did that with gusto. Rowan consumed Thick Burger for meal after meal. She piled her burgers high with an array of toppings, creamy avocado, all types of gooey melty cheeses, and vast cadre of delicious sauces. Oh the sauces! They were tangy! They were sweet! The number of combinations that she could try were seemingly endless, and she was determined to try them all.

As she grew in her love of Thick Burger, Rowan’s slim and sexy body grew accordingly. Her trim waist became a thing of the past as her slender stomach became a bulging belly that pressed against the belt of her uniform until she could no longer wear it (which it turns out was something of a badge of honor to more seasoned Thick Burger employees.) Her belly ballooned, become more bloated and bulbous with every burger that she binged on. What was once something slim and toned had become gelatinous. Her gut was big, soft, jiggly and constantly greedy for more Thick Burger. The previously prim and proper woman who had prided herself on self-control was now the exact kind of fat greedy pig she would have normally made fun of. 

She had succumbed to the temptations of Thick Burger faster faster and harder than most and it showed in her stomach which became a sagging apron of fat, a big blubbery double belly that spilled over the waistband of her pants and made itself known, peeking out from any shirts she tried to wear. It was a blubbery mess that shook in front of her as she walked and jiggle whenever she ate until she managed to stuff herself so full that it became taut as a drum. Then Rowan would rub it in satisfaction and let out a triumphant and unladylike burp.

Her belly was the biggest thing about her, but it wasn’t the only part of her that had grown. Rowan’s thighs had become mighty thick as well. Her toned limbs became thick thunder thighs, and her days were sneaking about were long over. Thanks to the thickness of her thunder thighs, and the wideness of her hips, Rowan had a slow and pronounced waddle that also left her prone to knocking things over. With every labored step, Rowan’s flabby thighs shook and slapped together. She hated waddling around like a fatty. (Laughing at fatties waddling had been one of her favorite things to laugh at.) But she knew she had no choice. It wasn’t like she was going to be able to diet, so she just gave in and let her thick cellulite covered thunder thighs grow even thicker with heavy saddle bags that stretched the seams of her pants to the breaking point and beyond.

Of course, her thighs weren’t the only part of Rowan’s previously slim body that now burst seams. Rowan’s once perfect and perfect ass because huge, thick and spongy. It was incredibly how soft and saggy her once muscular backside had ballooned up into. Each of her chunky cheeks was a big fat ball of dimply dough that stretched her clothes past their limits. There was once a time that Rowan loved to brag about how tight and tone her ass was, but now it was a big blubbery dumper whose cheeks sagged onto the back of her tremendous thunder thighs. When she waddled, it bounced up and down and in all directions as the loose sloppy fat wobbled about. When she sat, chairs creaked under the weight of an ass that was so big that it spilled over the sides. She left dents in couches, a large permanent one on her couch at home, and anybody who looked at her ass would be hard pressed to guess that Rowan was anything other than a lifelong couch potato.

Even Rowan’s arms had gotten fat. Her previously lithe limbs became billowy with flabby bingo wings like soft pillows. There was so much fat that her flab started to roll over her elbows just like her thigh fat melted over her fat knees. Rowan’s arms her thick things that ended with chubby hands and sausage fingers that were perfect for greedily snatching up french fries. Her arms wobbled every time she raised another greasy item up to her greedy mouth, which was quite often. They were perfect for stuffing her face.

That face had grown right along with the rest of her fat body. Rowan now had jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin that obscured a large portion of her fat neck. People used to say that Rowan looked like a angel, or maybe a fairy. But now she just looked like a pig with her cheeks so chubby that they mad eyes look beady. Even her fat face wobbled as Rowan ate her food with ferocity. Her bloated face was the perfect testimony to just how much of a hog she had become. 

For a long time, Rowan was quite down about her expanding waistline, and her fattening body in general. She took to avoiding mirrors and became something of a recluse. Society and her own prejudice made Rowan hate her own body. After all, she had become everything she had always railed against and laughed at, a fatty. She told herself that she was a greedy pig, a blubbery mess and that that was shameful. 

But nobody else at Thick Burger treated her poorly. At Thick Burger she was met with nothing but love and support and endless kindness, especially from her manager, Tammy-Lynn. She was full of kind words.

“Doing great, sweet potato,” or “Looking good, porkchop,” were the kinds of things she would say. 

And, at first Rowan found that when Tammy-Lynn called her things like “porkchop” and “piglet” that she should be offended. But Tammy-Lynn never said them with a hint of malice. She never said anything with malice. She was sweeter than the new Double Chunk Chocolate Chip Snickerdoodles Thick Burger was pushing. So Rowan began to find all of her various pet names endearing.

Once that happened, Rowan truly began to love herself as much as she loved Thick Burger. And she began to come back out of her shell and be a far more sociable person, making lots of new friends and even reconnecting with her old friends.

Sure, some of the more vain friends needed some culling after they berated Rowan with a variety of unkind words and judgmental stares. Their prejudices were the last shreds of Rowan’s previous life, a reminder of how vain and catty she herself had been. She absorbed their blows (and many of them involved lots of literally poking, pinching, and jiggling of her fat and flabby body) even though some of them were exceptionally pointed and cruel.

“You’ve certainly changed. And not for the better.”

“For the fatter!”

“What happened to you? You used to be so hot, and now you’re so… not. You’re just so fat, so incredibly fat.”

“How could you get so fat? How could anyone get like this? It’s disgusting. You’re disgusting, fatty. You should feel ashamed of yourself.”

“Look at this blubber. It’s pathetic. Who would want to be seen with a pig like you? Oink. Oink.”

“It’s a shame really. You were so pretty before you became a pig.”

“You’re an absolute hog and I kinda love it. I mean, it’s gross and you should be ashamed. But it’s really funny now that you’re a fatty. Keep it up, Fatso.”

Rowan let all of those words wash right off her fat back. She may have been a big fat hog, but she was a happy hog.

And even some of those catty vixens changed their tune once Rowan introduced them properly to the wonder of Thick Burger.

After that, it was all about the love.

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If you loved these stories and want more, Even More BS tier patrons can read two more stories, "Fat Kat's Big Commission" and "Be a Pig" in "Extra Slices" #4 right HERE.