"Fat Trimmings" Volume 31

Here is Volume 31, another three stories and 3,000 words. No Thick Burger story this week because I needed to get out two other pieces for this edition and ran out of time. I didn't want to put this out tomorrow, and I want to be able to put focus this week on "The Scales of Time" finale which will be out later this week.

Enjoy!

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“You’ll Get Fat”

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It’s bold of you to be so mean, to flaunt your body like you do and treat others with such blatant disrespect. You love to showcase your stunning curves and precious abs, and you love to make fun of and humiliate others, especially fat people.

But I know your secret. I’ve seen your parents. They’re a couple of fatties, and not just slightly overweight either, they’re massively obese. That’s our family genes for you, all of us destined to be bursting out of any jeans we try to wear, but nowhere near as big as your parents.

I may be your favorite fat punching bag, your hefty cousin, and I know my mom and dad, your aunt and uncle both happen to be fatties. But they’ve always told me one important thing that has been keeping me going all these years, through all the jokes you’ve had at my expense.

It’s only a matter of time.

You’ll get fat.

Your abs will go away, you’re going to grow a gut just like your parents. It’s going to be a big spongy spare tire that spills over the waistband of your pants, a glorious gut decorated with stretch marks and complete with thick love handles at your sides to give you a full on muffin top. It will be so delicious to see, so soft and doughy and ready for pinching and poking. I’m going to enjoy shaming you like you shame me as I knead the fat of your stomach rolls. Yes, rolls. Your gut is going to grow so big that it’s a big blubbery double belly, and I’m going to squeeze both your lower and upper roll at the same time to really emphasize how fat you’ve gotten and what a pig you are.

And your famously trim waist won’t be the only thing getting tubby. Your heart-shaped but will become a full lard ass as well. You love calling me lard ass, don’t you? I can’t wait to see how you like it. Lard Ass. Lard Ass. Lard Ass. That’s what you’ll be with your big dumpy dumper. Your ass is going to get so fat but so soft and saggy as well. It’s going to be a truly titanic sight, two huge unsightly blobs of fat covered in cellulite and wobbling about with every step.

Those steps are going to become slow and lumbering because your toned athletic thighs are going to become tubes of quivering fat, thick thunder thighs that will slap and press together, forcing you to waddle about. That slow movement will give everyone plenty of time to see what a pig you’ve become.

Oh, then there’s your face of course, you’re beautiful face, your perfect angelic face. It’s going to become a round bloated mess with a nice thick wobbling double chin. That adorable upturned nose of yours is going to end up looking real piggish, and your double chin will be yet another neon sign signaling your gluttony.

You can’t escape it. Your already large appetite is going to increase, and your metabolism is going to crash. The pounds are going to pile on as you become the very thing you’ve always hated and made fun of, a fatty. Someone who will be subject to all the names you’ve called others, including your own parents: a greedy pig, a lazy cow, a beach whale. I can’t wait to see the fear in your eyes as the weight begins to climb.

And I don’t think it will be that long.

Where are your abs?

Is that a little bit of pudge I see? Why, I think it is. Yes. You’ve put on a little wait their haven’t you? You’re not so perfect. And this is just the beginning. I’ve seen how many hotdogs you’ve eaten. You just can’t help yourself. Food is getting to be too good. The gym is getting too hard to get to. You’re getting lazier. And you’re gaining weight. Pound by pound, they’re creeping on. I can’t wait to see you at the next family reunion.

You’ll be fat.

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“When You Wish Upon a Star, It Doesn’t Matter How Fat You Are”

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Heather was tired of being the fat friend. She had always been the fat friend, and for a long time she considered herself lucky. The people she was friends with, well, to put it lightly, they weren’t typically very fond of or even nice to fat people. They were bullies. But Heather, being the right amount of subservient and having just enough style to be appreciated, had somehow found her way into- or at least to the fringes of- the popular crowd, with her two best friends being Mackenzie and Alexis.

And that had gotten her through high school.

And college.

But now several years removed from there, stuck being the fat friend- the single fat friend- to cry on during a break up (Heather will always have ice cream!) and to make people feel better about themselves (at least I’m not as lonely as Heather), especially about their bodies (I may have let my diet slip a bit, but at least I’ll never be as fat as Heather), was getting quite old. The thing she hated most of all was being used as a cheap form of motivation. (Better watch out. You don’t want to turn into Heather. A second helping of dessert? That’s such a Heather thing to do.)

What Heather wanted more than anything was to be the thin friend, to be admired, to outshine Mackenzie and Alexis. And one night, she happened to see a shooting star and made a silly little wish to “be the thin friend.”

The next night was Heather’s chance to host game night. She had woken up that day disappointed to see that she wasn’t a hundred pounds lighter and vowed to keep the snacks simple so as to not tempt herself too much. If Heather couldn’t get thin by wishing for it, she was determined to get there the old fashioned way, through diet and exercise.

And then her friends showed up, and everything was turned upside down by one massive surprise.

Alexis and Mackenzie were massive! While Heather might not have lost a hundred pounds, it was very clear that Alexis and Mackenzie had both gained over two hundred! They had huge bellies that hung out of their shirts and over the waistband of their pants. Their hips were so large that when they went to enter her house at the same time they almost got stuck in the door because their hips were so wide. Luckily, they just kind of bounced off each other’s blubber. Once they finally entered the house, they waddled over to the couch because their thighs were so huge. Each of their thunder thighs was the size of what their trim waists used to be with fat to spare.

As they got to the couch and sat down with Heather between them, the couch groaned under their combined weight, and Heather found herself squished by the other two fatties. Their love handles pressed against Heather as they surveyed the food she had laid out.

“What’s with this lame spread, you skinny bitch?” asked Alexis in the same kind of “joking” tone that she used to use to comment on Heather’s dietary choices- and… well Heather figured she was still talking about her dietary choices, but it was weird as hell to hear it this way.

“Yeah, tiny. What are you trying to do, starve us?” added Mackenzie.

The small spread that Heather had left out was demolished quickly, mostly by Mackenzie and Alexis.

And that’s how things went for a while. Mackenzie and Alexis were the fat ones who loved to torment their “skinny friend” Heather. Eventually Heather got tired of it and decided she was going to do what she did best, eat and get fatter. But as she gained more weight, so did Mackenzie and Alexis. For every pound she gained it seemed like they gained two.

So Heather got a wicked idea.

She went into overdrive with eating, gaining well over one hundred and fifty pounds. At that point, Mackenzie and Alexis found themselves wedged together on Heather’s broken couch. The too bloated land whales were now too fat to move and completely reliant on their “skinny” friend Heather.

Heather was finally by default the leader of her friend group, and her piggies would have to be nice to her if they wanted to stay plump and well fed. She may have still been fat, but she was thas thin compared to the blobs of fat that were Mackenzie and Alexis, and she was in complete control. That would have to do.

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“Two for One at Katrina’s Closet

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“Two different customers at the same time?” asked Mathilde as she gaped at the two women entering the shop separately but at the same time.

“It’s unusual, but it does happen,” responded Gwendolyyn.

Usually the magic of the store bought in one customer at a time. Or it brought in a pair of customers shopping together. It’s why Mathilde was the only one really needed to staff the front of the story with Gwen providing managerial support and assisting on occasions like this where two completely different people with different agendas each needed help at the same time lest one of them walk out without receiving their proper karmic comeuppance. It was at moments like these where the two considered the store to be absolutely swamped.

The two women were both similar in that they were stereotypically gorgeous and carried themselves with a high amount of confidence that made it clear that they thought very highly of themselves. They both clearly had an air of vanity and a disdain for others, but they were dressed rather differently. One of them had to look of a fitness influencer strolling about in her athleisure wear, and the other one was dressed to the nines oozing money in a designer dress. She looked like she was absolutely slumming it in this mall, so Gwen and Mathilde could both tell the magic was working overtime to bring her here.

“I want the fancier one,” announced Mathilde while practically salivating.

“No. She’s mine.”

“Oh, come on. She’s so snooty looking, and the ones with money are so much fun to mess with.”

“To fix. And yes, that’s why she’s mine.”

“But I called dibs.”

“And I’m the manager.”

“Uggh. Fine,” Mathilde said, giving in with a heavy eye roll and walking toward the athlete.

It wasn’t long before the two workers found out that the customers were Piper Moore, a fitness influencer experiencing a large boost in her followers lately and looking to splurge on some new non-sponsored gear, and Lila Alexopoulous, a minor heiress intrigued by this boutique that she had never seen before. 

Mathilde led Piper to the athleisure section.

“Of course, we have a whole selection for you to try on.”

With a grin she picked up a pink outfit.

“I think you’ll find this very interesting.”

Across the store, Gwendolyyn led Lila to the lounge wear.

“I don’t really lounge. Do you have cocktail dresses and evening gowns, something that oozes elegance yet sex appeal.”

“Just me, Miss Alexpoulous, you’re a woman on the go who needs to be able to relax in style. Try one of these sweatsuits on. I promise it’s a life changing experience.”

In the dressing rooms, Piper found that the pink athleisure wear looked great on her and it fit great too.

And then it started to get a little tight.

Piper suddenly felt a wave of lethargy washing over her. Her head spun, and as she gathered herself again she looked down and saw a horrifying sight.

Her abs were no more. Instead, she had a spongy pot belly that hung out over the waistband of her pants. Wrapped around the thick bulge of fat were matching love handles that completed the muffin top that Piper was now sporting. She reached her hands around, prodding the unfamiliar flesh and found that she could pinch fat more than just a generous inch.

Piper’s whole body grew plumper, losing the tone that the fitness influencer was known for as her body stretched the pink athleisure wear. Her thighs grew softer and thicker and were squeezed out the bottom of her shorts. Her ass grew plumper and developed a lot more chaotic bounce to it than previously. Even Piper’s face grew softer with the start of a double chin.

She was not tremendously fat, but she was decidedly unacceptably chubby by the time she stumbled out of the dressing room.

“Oh, that’s it huh?” Mathilde greeted her with a disappointed sigh.

“That’s it? I’m fat!”

“You’re chubby. I’m fat.” Mathilde responded with a pat to her own voluminous belly.

“This is unacceptable.”

“Honey, consider yourself lucky. This is one of those learning moments.”

“Learning what?”

Mathilde cracked her knuckles.

“Okay. Ominous warning that I sincerely hope you’ll ignore time. Piper Moore, you have been living a life of vanity which you have taken for granted choosing to flaunt your body and degrade others rather than helping others. You will never lose this weight and always be chubby, but if you don’t learn some body positive and change your vain ways you will find yourself growing fatter and fatter until you are a complete greedy, lazy, fat and spoiled pig- which honestly I was hoping you were going to come out of that dressing room as.”

Piper stomped her foot and her entire chubby body quivered.

“This is unacceptable. Change me back.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No. Now pay me.”

“Pay you? For turning me into a pig?”

“Pay for you for a very important life lesson,” Mathilde said with a smirk surmising from Piper’s attitude that it was a lesson she was hopefully doomed not to learn.

“This is unacceptable, and I’m going to tell everyone about this.”

“Yes. Yes. Tell everyone you know that a magical clothing store that they won’t be able to find any evidence of made you gain weight. I’m sure everyone will believe that story and not think you’re crazy or anything at all. Now trust me. Pay me or this whole thing gets worse.”

Piper could already feel the waistband of her shorts growing tighter as her hips grew wider. She quickly handed over her card.

“Thanks. You can go ahead and wear that out.”

With a heavy sob, Piper bolted from the store, her body’s constant jiggling a persistent reminder of the weight of her previous vanity and the new life she had ahead.

Mathilde sat back at the counter and sighed.

“I mean. That was pretty good. I was just hoping for something more.”

Her musing was interrupted by a loud trumpeting sound coming from the dressing rooms.

PPPHHHHHRRRRRRRBBBBTTTTT!!!!!

Lila was shocked at the abrupt and tremendously loud sound that erupted from her behind along with the rank smell that filled the dressing room, but before that smell could even reach her muscles, her hands flew to her offending butt cheeks where she was met with yet another surprise.

Her previously tight buttocks were now feeling far more blubbery. And as she ripped another fart and tried to somehow stop it by squeezing her cheeks together she felt that fat squish through her fingers as they pressed deeply into the malleable flesh. When she let those cheeks go and let loose another tremendous blast of gas, her but cheeks quivered. And then they grew heavier and began to sag. Lila would have continued to probe her fat flatulent ass if she wasn’t additionally panicked about just as much about what was happening in front as what was happening to her rear.

Lila’s abs were going away. Her stomach was inflating. It felt at first like it was with gas, and some abrupt burping seemed to confirm, but as her hands touched her expanding stomach it was clear that most of the new expanse was from fat. It was a growing pot belly that surged forward with fat no matter how much Lila tried to push it back in. The fat oozed through her fingers, fingers that were becoming quite chubby themselves as her arms blew up into pillows of fat.

Every bit of Lila grew fat, including her thighs which thickened until they touched together, her breasts which, while not nearly as fat as her belly, surged out and downward, saggy masses of stretch mark covered fat, and her face which became a round bloated mess with greasy skin to go with her now oily hair as well as jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin sprinkled with patches of acne.

The heiress who had spent so long showing off her flawless figure with her elegant lifestyle now looked like a fat slob whose entire life was spent being a disgusting couch potato. Even the clothes themselves developed a pattern of greasy stains as if she made a regular habit of messily eating and wiping her grease stained hands all over herself. She also had a series of sweat stains, especially under her armpits and her belly that suggested that her habit for showering was not nearly as prominent as her habit of stuffing her face.

Lila couldn’t help but lift her arm, flabby bingo wing wobbling, and sniff her armpit, cringing at her more pungent odor.

By the time Lila staggered out of the dressing room and waddled to the counter, compelled to pay for the transformation she had just received and too afraid to say anything about it, she was an irreparably changed woman, a flatulent fatty whose thoughts were focused on how badly she wanted to get out of here and how badly she wanted to eat. She got to the counter and gave her father’s credit card to Gwendolyyn who was smiling at her.

“Ah yes. You’ve got from daddy’s spoiled rich girl to daddy’s pathetic pig. Serves you right for being such a greedy, lazy woman. Now the outside matches the inside. Enjoy your new life. I’m sure the next family gathering is going to be very interesting.”

As Lila waddled away, Mathilde looked over at Gwen.

“It’s not fair. Yours was so much more interesting. I wanted something like that.”

“Well, I am the manager, so I’ve earned what I want,” replied Gwen as she eyed Mathilde’s thick figure up and down.

“Shall we break for lunch?”