"Lana's Large and Lard Filled New Life" - An Exclusive Cut

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Lana couldn’t believe she had gone from lithe to lard ass.

This really was her life now. She had been on top of the world, rich, gorgeous, well liked and feared in equal quantity. She was prim and proper and completely in control, and she had enough pretty privilege to flaunt her slim and sexy body. That body was a real smokeshow. She was a glamor goddess proud of her tight abs, her pert butt, perky breasts and toned arms and lean legs.

And now?

Now she felt like a great big lumbering slob.

The woman who used to strut around with confidence with her nose pointed upward as she scoffed at others now was now the one looked down upon as she waddled about from place to place growing quickly winded as she did what others told her. With her titanic ass cheeks bobbing up and down, always spilling out from under the too small skirt that she was forced to wear, her cellulite covered thunder thighs rubbing together and her gelatinous blubber belly sloshing about, Lana was a laughing stock, a cautionary tale, an object of grand amusement. All of the power she once held was gone and she looked ridiculous as she waddled around performing her duties as a fat lowly maid.

Lana had gone from boss bitch to obedient fat girl, and everybody loved it.

She was so used to being a fat girl- a fat maid- now that she had trouble really remembering exactly what came before it. Lana remembered being hot, flaunting her body, being in control. Then she remembered eating and growing. And she had vague memories of bad investments, bad job performance, stock trouble, many different things that lead to her downfall and her need for humiliating employment. But if she tried to focus on thinking about any one thing, her thoughts would always get foggy and she would inevitably get distracted, most often by food or by a menial job she had to do. 

Looking back at her life now was like looking at an impressionist painting. She could tell the broad brushstrokes, but the fine details were beyond her.

It didn’t matter though. All that mattered was that she was rich and thin and now she was poor and fat and employed as a maid for the woman she had previously maid her biggest target, Marcella Weatherfall, and she had no way of escaping her situation. She was too poor to quit her job, too dumb to get another one, and too fat and hungry to ever be thin again. There was nothing for her now but the comfort of food and the pain and humiliation of doing menial labor for someone she once looked down upon. She was a servant, a fat lazy greedy servant, a pig and nothing more.

And Marcella loved to constantly remind her of that. Lana had spent years tormenting Marcella about her weight, and now, while Marcella hadn’t lost any weight, Lana was the far fatter of the two, another thing that Marcella constantly loved to remind Lana of, at least when she wasn’t too busy barking out orders and calling Lana names.

“Hey, Fat Ass! You missed a spot.”

“Get over here, Piggy.”

“Move your fat flabby ass, Blubber Butt!”

“Wipe down that window, Wide Load!”

“Let’s get going, Lard Ass!”

“Faster, Fatso! Faster! Maybe you’ll burn off some of your flab!”

And Lana would always move faster in response, or at least she would try to move faster. Her incredibly obese body made movement in general extremely cumbersome, and the woman who used to run every morning was now much more comfortable waddling along at a more glacial pace. Lana often felt like a big fat slug, another name that Marcella was fond of calling her.

“Get a move on, you big fat lazy slug. You disgust me, you blubbery blob.”

“It’s no wonder you move so slow, with that anchor ass of yours and those tree trunk thunder thighs.”

“Maybe if you didn’t eat like such a fat pig ALL THE TIME you wouldn’t be so heavy and you’d move your fat ass a little faster, Butterball.”

The worst part was the daily inspections, Marcella always too great pride in picking apart Lana’s obese body, criticizing her from every angle.

“Look at this gut,” she’d say as she lifted the heavy lower roll of Lana’s double belly with her hands.

“It’s quite the saggy apron of fat. Disgusting isn’t it? You used to have abs, and now they’re buried under layers and layers of flab. This gelatinous gut doesn’t belong to someone who used to be a model. This doesn’t even belong on a fat woman. This is a hog’s gut. You’re a hog, a ham beast. Remember when you had the nerve to make fun of me for having a belly? It’s nothing compared to this whopper. Your blubber belly is mammoth, Piggy. Don’t you think so?”

Lana would nod in response, but that was never good enough.

“Say it, Piggy. Tell me what you have.”

“I have a mammoth blubber belly, a big fat hog gut.”

“Because?”

“Because I’m a hog, a ham beast, a fat lazy greedy disgusting pig that can’t stop stuffing her fat greedy face. I used to be slim and sexy, but now I’m just a big fat piggy.”

“And piggies go?”

“Oink. Oink.”

“Good, Piggy. Good.”

Then she would pinch her arms.

“These are so weak and useless, even with all the scrubbing you do. It’s pathetic how weak and spongy you are. Isn’t it pathetic?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic. I’m fat, weak and pathetic. Oink. Oink.”

After that, Marcella would tweak Lana’s double chin and move down to pinching Lana’s thighs.

“These are so thick, look how pathetically flabby they are. They must chafe so much from all the waddling you do. It must be so unpleasant.”

“It is.”

“Do you even remember what it was like to strut with confidence like you used to?”

“Barely.”

“Ha! Of course, you’re so used to being a pathetic, saggy sack of lard now. You really are a blubbery blob. You know that?”

“Yes.”

“Uh-uh. You know better. Say it.”

“I’m a blubbery blob, a pathetic, saggy sack of lard, a pig. Oink. Oink.”

Finally, Marcella would slide her hands up Lana’s fat thighs until she cupped Lana’s blubbery butt cheeks. Each cheek would spill over the sides of Marcella’s hand and the fat oozed between her fingertips. Marcella loved to heave them up and down, really taking in the weight of Lana’s lard filled ass cheeks.

“You used to be so proud of your ass, right?”

“Right.”

“You used to have such a tight, toned, perky butt. But I can’t feel any muscle here anymore. Do you have any muscle?”

“No, mistress. I have no muscle, only flab. I have a fat flabby ass now. It’s big and soft and spongy. My ass is fat and flabby just like the rest of my formerly slim and sexy and now disgustingly obese body.”

“You used to turn heads didn’t you? Everyone loved to look at your ass. What happened?”

“I got fat. I let myself go. I did this to myself because I am a fat, lazy cow only fit to serve. Now the heads that I turn are only heads looking away because they don’t want to look at my obese, disgustingly fat and flabby body. I am fat and pathetic. I deserve this because of my vanity and arrogance and the way I treated other people. I deserve to be fat and humiliated. It is good that I am humiliated and punished by you. Thank you for giving me this humiliating job. It is more than what I deserve. I am grateful, mistress, grateful to serve someone who was always better than me even when I was hot and haughty. Now I am a weak pathetic fat ass made to serve you. I will never be slim and sexy again. I will never be rich and glamorous again. I will always be fat and poor and only be getting fatter. I am yours to do with as you please. I was your bully, your rival, now I am a big fat loser. I am your maid. I am your pet piggy. Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink.”

Lana always rushed through her last speech, eager to get it done with so that Marcella would give her her well earned spanks and then the inspection would be over with. And those spanks would always come.

Marcella loved to spank Lana over and over again, to feel the fat yield to her hand and then watch it swell red even as it jiggled for long moments. She loved to spank it again and again before sending Lana off to her day’s tasks.

“Good job, Piggy. Now get your fat ass to work.”

And Lana, the obedient fat girl that she was now, would waddle off to do as she was told knowing that this was the humiliating cycle of the rest of her big fat life.