2 for 1: "Extra Slices #2"

Two stories. Over two thousand words. Trying to make it worth the two extra bucks.

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“Sweet Dreams”

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Vida dreamed of being fat.

More specifically she dreamed of getting fat.

Most specifically, she dreamed of eating enough dessert to make herself extremely fat.

Vida dreamed of ice cream and cake and cookies. The ice cream always came in a multitude of flavors: vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, rock road, green tea, red bean, chunky monkey, moose tracks, and peanut butter cookie dough. When it came to cakes there was: chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, black forest, cakes with buttercream, cakes with chantilly cream frosting, beautiful cakes covered in fondant, and in her dreams even those were delicious. There were too many kinds of cookies to count, and on multiple occasions pies found their way into the equation, and so did other kinds of pastry like cannoli and eclairs and cream puffs. All these things danced in her dreams and in her dreams she enjoyed floating around and eating them all.

It may surprise people to hear all of this because Vida was always known for being petite. People frequently fell over themselves to tell Vida how gorgeous she was. Vida was an incredibly popular woman as a result, but she never felt happy with what society told her was a hot body.

She wanted a fat one.

So when the days of compliments grew long, and Vida grew weary of the effort it took to maintain her stereotypically hot body, she eagerly retreated to her dessert filled dreams.

Slim and sexy Vida always started off lighter than air in her dreams, gently floating like an astronaut in zero gravity. She swam in the air and caught desserts one at a time in her mouth. When that stopped being enough, she would grab them and shove them in her face with her hands. She would gather up and armful and then start eating, and eventually that didn’t fill her fast enough so she would just start to cram dessert into her mouth one handful after the next, hand over hand nonstop.

As she ate, her slim body stopped being so slim. Her trim waist turned to mush as it bowed outward into a bulging muffintop paired with matching meaty love handles. Her butt ballooned like a bubble, both cheeks inflated, rising like bread dough and grew softer with each sweet dessert that she consumed. She continued to eat unabated by the tightness of her clothes, and when those clothes inevitably burst she continued to float around in the dreamscape munching on munchies. 

Vida’s hands loved the feel of cake between her chubby fingers. She loved to feel the delightful sponginess of the cake (something that matched the sponginess of her growing gut). Then she shoved the cake one fistful after another into her fat face and licked her chubby hands clean. After that, she cruised toward more cookies and the crumbs of which floated toward her cleavage as she mowed down cookie after cookie like an absolute eating machine.

Her body kept expanding like she was an inflating parade balloon. Her weight kept increasing to such a point that even in the dream she couldn’t keep floating. Her blubbery body gently floated down until it bounced off the ground like her was a big bouncing ball of fat, and then she settled into an oversized throne in front of a table covered in dessert.

The ice cream poured down her multiple chins and onto her massive quivering breasts as she ate spoonful after spoonful. She couldn’t help but snort like a pig as she scarfed down her delicious dessert meal. She kept eating, and her fat body kept expanding. With each new bite she gained a new fold or roll as her body billowed with flab. Even the throne began to grow tight as her body widened further. She felt her thighs press together and felt the warmth spreading between them in juxtaposition to the cold of the ice cream that she just kept consuming.

Vida is a fat girl now. She’s not the slim and sexy woman that people used to be jealous of. Now she’s the big, fat, sexy woman that she’s always wanted to be. The dreams were eventually too much for her to not follow up with. She started indulging far more and never looked back and never regretted it.

Now Vida has a big blubbery belly that she loves to squeeze and shake with her chubby hands. She has a big fat ass that she loves to use to turn heads and a thick juicy thunder thighs that she loves to feel rub together. She’s got great big breasts and a big fat beautiful face. Every part of her previously petite body is fat and flabby just the way she loves it. And Vida doesn’t show any signs of slowing down either. Getting fatter is something she’s very passionate about, and she’s in for a big future.

Vida loves her food. In real life she obviously eats far more than just dessert. She loves to cram her fat face with junk food of all kinds. She loves hamburgers and hotdogs, mac and cheese and dinner rolls. She regularly feasts on Indian food and Italian, fine French cuisine and greasy fast food. She scarfs down sushi and chows down on Chinese. Vida’s life is an endless array of gluttony. She can’t get enough and that’s just the way she wants it.

She loves the feeling of her big greedy gut somehow being full after she’s sat down and stuffed herself silly. She loves rub her bloated belly over and over again and takes it as another opportunity to get herself prepared to eat even more. Every time she eats her stomach is stretched even more which means she’s able to eat even more the next time. The benchmark keeps moving and the number on the scale keeps growing. Her budget for both food and new and larger clothes keeps growing, but Vida doesn’t care. Vida just wants to eat. She just wants to get fatter.

So Vida doesn’t slow down. She doesn’t plan on slowing down. She flaunts her fat in front of everyone. She seeks out opportunities to showcase her gluttony. She is more than just glad to be fat.

Her big beautiful blubbery body is proof that dreams really do come true.

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“Beware the Fattening Fortunes of Madame Zara”

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(WARNING: This next story features some decently explicit a degrading sex things that may not be of interest to you.)

The sign above the tent reads “Madame Zara: Seer of Truths and Teller of the Future”, and you may think it’s a good time, but you would best to beware, especially if you happen to bring with you any kind of vanity. Madame Zara loves vanity. She feeds off of it.

And she punishes the vain.

Madame Zara spends most of her time being a rather innocuous fortune teller. She often puts on a rather pleasant show and sometimes even tells the actual future when she has a very special connection with someone. Seeing the future is foggy business and the clearest fortunes are often rather small in nature otherwise people tend to get things told to them in a rather vague way. But those predictions always come true, and so do the punishing predictions Madame Zara gives the vain.

But that’s because she makes them come true.

When Madame Zara finds a vain person worth punishing, her fortunes aren’t so much fortunes as curses. She twists their fate into whatever humiliating punishment she desires, and Mada Zara’s favorite punishments always involve weight gain.

You see, Madame Zara loves the idea of twisting vain people into exactly what they’ve always made fun of. And since most vain people love to make fun of fat people, then fat is what they shall become. She loves to bury vain people under blubber and drown them in their own self-imposed prejudice. The humiliating reactions that they receive from people all around them, people who suddenly seem a lot more vocal and pointed, far bolder than they would otherwise be, are that way because of the seeds that their vanity has planted. The magic of their curse that they now bear twists those around them to want to hasten and revel in their downfall, to add to their humiliation and degradation as Madame Zara so desires it.

Take two separate examples: Trevor and Celeste.

Trevor was a high powered business executive who loved to demean others, especially women, and he was especially crude to his fat secretary, Mindy. Trevor was a stud and a ladies man who dominated in the boardroom and in the bedroom, and he was never afraid to brag about both. So when Madame Zara got to him, she turned his life upside down.

Trevor’s body started to lose its tone shortly after his run in with Madame Zara. His well tailored suits soon grew tight around his bulging middle. Buttons strained around his belly and his chest. His proud pectoral muscles softened into soft, spongy man boobs, jiggling sacks of fat that surged outward and sagged onto his bloated gut. His confidence was drained from him as his body grew fatter. 

His pants ripped thanks to the growing size of his fat ass. His thighs popped seams as well as they grew to be thick thunder thighs that had him waddling about the office. Even then he could only waddle short distances at a time without having to stop to catch his breath. The chauvinistic pig was now a fat and winded one. He was the laugh stock of the office while he was still there. 

Then came the financial failure. 

After an array of scandals was unearthed, Trevor found himself out of a job, out of his fancy apartment and rapidly running out of money. Luckily, he was able to find some new gainful employment.

Now Trevor is a big fat pig boy at a local fetish club. He gets paid by customers, men and women, who want to stuff him in any number of ways. He wears nothing but leather chaps that are tight against his abundantly flabby flesh. Trevor is a naughty pig boy who often needs to be whipped and spanked to be kept in line.

It turns out one of the club’s best clients is Mindy. Mindy loves stuffing her former boss silly and then taking a strap-on to him while he oinks. She loves making her formerly fit and dominant boss squeal like the big fat piggy that he is now. He’s paid to beg her for more, and he does so because he’s so greedy and hungry for food, the stuff he is fed at the club and the food that he buys to stuff himself. He cannot get enough, so he does whatever he is told like a good pet piggy.

Celeste used to be a model. Well, she still is a model, technically. But thanks to Madame Zara’s fortune she’s now a big fat fetish model. No more confident strutting about. No more glamorous posing. Now she’s a big fat piggy whose video speciality is getting dominated after she stuffs herself with food. She makes lots of videos eating and playing with her fat while apologizing to the people she used to make fun of and talking about how much better they are than her now.

And there’s a lot of fat to play with.

Celeste used to have abs, and now she has a gelatinous double belly. It’s a big apron of fat, so when she’s getting plowed by fat guys she used to make fun of as part of her most popular video series, they have to really work to get that gut out of the way. And once they do it undulates back and forth. It’s almost hypnotic the way the former prom queen’s belly shakes like jello as she’s stuffed like a pig.

Her thighs are absolute tree trunks, covered in cellulite just like her big fat ass which is comprised of two titanic ass cheeks. She is often seen with her naked blubber butt facing the camera. Her cheeks clap together as she bounces while she enthusiastically eats face first from her trough. And when her bare blubbery bottom is spanked, she squeals like the pig that she is.

Celeste’s massive tits hang like cows udders and her rock hard nipples gently graze against the floor as she eats from her trough. Her massive belly however, is pressed against the floor. It drags in the dirt as she crawls about, pulled by a leash in the hands of fat guys she used to make fun of. She oinks for them before going down on them and being used in whatever way they and her audience sees fit.

It’s a living and she’s strangely content with it, but she still has days where she wonders how things could have been different if she didn’t go into Madame Zara’s tent, if she hadn’t been so vain at least.

So don’t be like Celeste and Trevor. Don’t be vain. And if you are, don’t let Madame Zara find you because you’ll end up a fat piggy too.