"The Most American Thing”

So Kazul, my first and longest running patron, suggested a great idea in my latest story suggestions call post (which I hope more people will reply to) and said something along the lines of "It was probably too late to write a Fourth of July story" but then the idea was so good that I stopped everything else and banged this baby out. So while you may or may not be enjoying hot dogs and fireworks today, you can all have a bit of weight gain and role reversal.

It probably deserves an extended cut at some point. We’love have to see if there’s demand for that.

Enjoy!

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“The Most American Thing”

Marisol had worked hard to get to America. She was determined to live her American dream, to make it in the land of plenty. And she may have started out as a humble maid, working long hours at that job before working even more hours as a dishwasher, but she was determined to be rich enough to bring her entire family to the country, to be a citizen, a true American who could be proud of herself and her new country.

And she knew she deserved it. She was hard working. She was a kind person. And she was beautiful. These were all of the characteristics that people always told her would be the things that she needed to make it in America. In America, if you work hard enough and pull yourself up by your bootstraps you could do anything and be anything. That’s what she was told. So she learned the language, and kept her body fit, and she was willing to do anything to make it to and in America.

The one thing she needed that nobody told her was quite a bit of luck. And for the first few years of her time in America luck was not on her side. Instead she kept finding herself in unlucky situations where, despite her incredible work ethic, instead of being rewarded she found herself in situations where more often than not people wanted to take advantage of her immigration status.

But then, luck finally hit her when she landed a job with the Maxwells. Maximilian and Stephanie Maxwell were in many ways a stereotypical rich couple. Max was slightly older than Stephanie and had a definite dad bod but also a ton of money, and Stephanie was every bit the extremely vain trophy wife whom Max had plucked out of obscurity. Prior to marrying Max, Stephanie was living in a trailer trash and working double shifts at the bar/strip joint where she met Max during one of his friend’s bachelor party. She had a very sexy body and she knew it. She loved to flaunt it and was eager to put others down in the process.

Once she married Maximilian, Stephanie did a rather good job of transforming herself into the image of a prim and proper lady while also maintaining her vanity and catty attitude. She loved having maids and tormenting them until they quit.

But Marisol had a far different work ethic than those other maids, and she also had an extra talent. Marisol was an excellent cook.

And one day, Maximillian Maxwell sampled her cooking. From that day on, she wasn’t just the maid, she was also the main cook. And Marisol did an excellent job of cooking up delicious and indulgent meals that even Stephanie couldn’t resist. Of course, since Stephanie couldn’t just run Marisol ragged as a maid anymore, she decided to push her as a chef by constantly having her cook up big meals, and snacks, and late night indulgences. And all of that indulgence caused her waistline to inflate.

Stephanie’s trophy wife body quickly gave way to a much looser, chunkier form. Her abs melted away and bloated up into a big fat potbelly. Her tight ass became a sagging blubber butt. Stephanie’s thighs lost their tone and became flabby cellulite covered thunder thighs. Even her arms grew soft and flabby, and her angelic face grew the hint of a double chin.

Marisol also became a victim of her own cooking, gaining a noticeable amount of weight, though not nearly as much as Stephanie. Unlike Stephanie, Marisol’s physical activity around the house allowed her to maintain some kind of tone and so her weight only enhanced her gorgeous hourglass figure with new curves added to her hips and ass. Marisol looked curvy and voluptuous while the lazy Stephanie’s fat settled sloppily on her body.

Of course, the changes were not limited to the women of the house as Maximillian also grew fatter thanks to Marisol’s amazing talent. But that talent also had an additional effect on him.

They say the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. And as Maximillian’s already large stomach grew larger, he began to view Marisol in a very different light. As Stephanie’s body bloated, it became easier for Max to see all of her many flaws and annoyances, and especially the way she was so mean to Marisol. So it was too long after Stephanie was officially a fatty that Maximliian decided it was time to make a change.

And that’s why rich men get prenups.

The divorce was quick and merciless and left the vain and cruel Stephanie with nothing. And with nothing left to her name Stephanie had no choice but to move back to the trailer park where she became an absolute trailer trash slob rather quickly. The whole ordeal had made her bitter, angry and depressed and drove her to more food for comfort. And the only food she could afford was cheap fast food which wrecked havoc on her already widened waistline.

Stephanie, the former hardbody stripper became an obese slob who couldn’t even get her job back working the day shift. Every back at the trailer park loved to humiliate her and taunt her after she went from thinking she was better than them and transforming from princess to pig. Oinking followed her wherever her fat ass waddled about. Occasionally, people in the trailer park would take turns grilling and throwing pirates. They made sure to invite Stephanie so they could watch her stuff her face with hotdogs and burgers. People would even challenge her to hotdog eating contests like it was Nathan’s on the Fourth, and she would do it. It was the only thing she had left to feel any sort of accomplishment, her ability to out eat all of her neighbors, and they loved to make fun of her for it. 

She grew a great big gut that spilled over her greasy sweatpants, and thick thighs that forced her to waddle about. Her flabby ass was a broken shelf of fat, and her thick arms had flabby bingo wings where toned biceps once were. Her face grew fatter, becoming round and jowly with a doughy double chin and skin that was greasy from the cheap food she was cramming into her fat face. She had lost everything and was a fat mess of a woman.

Marisol meanwhile, was living the American Dream. She too had fallen in love with Maximillian Maxwell, and with Stephanie out of the way, it was only a matter of time before she had become the new Mrs. Marisol Maxwell.

She got fatter too of course; she also became quite obese as she enjoyed her new lavish and indulgent lifestyle, but Maximillian loved her for so much more than her beauty, which he found grew by the day. He loved her kindness, and her cooking.

Even when they got a new cook, Marisol still loved ot dazzle in the kitchen. She and the cook became great friends. In fact she was friends with any members of the household staff whom she made sure all received excellent living wages. Of course, there was one other thing that Marisol couldn’t help but indulge herself with.

Mairsol loved to throw elaborate parties. For her this was part of the grandeur of being American. And when she brought her entire family over, she loved to show them her new friends, and she loved to show everyone a good time. So the parties were large and frequent, and when she threw them she often found she needed some auxiliary staff.

And that’s where the fat and desperate Stephanie came in.

Marisol loved hiring Stephanie as a part time maid and server and showing her off to all of her former friends. It was a grand bit of entertainment for all of them.

When Marisol finally received her formal citizenship, she threw the grandest party of them all, and fat ass Stephanie was there waddling about serving hors d'oeuvres and waiting to clean up the massive mess afterward. Marisol looked at her former boss turned employee with glee.

The two cut startling different figures even if they were both obese women. Stephanie was by far the fatter of the two in her ill fitting maid’s uniform that really highlighted her blubbery belly and her tremendously thick thighs and flabby sagging sloppy ass cheeks. In contrast, Marisol looked like an opulent obese queen. She was draped in a glamorous gown that hugged and highlighted her exaggerated hourglass figure and was drowning in jewelry. She looked like royalty, and Stephanie looked like what she had become, a fat lazy pig.

Marisol had a great life. She was living the American Dream and had it all, money, friends, a loving husband, and vengeance. 

She was fat and happy, and what could be more American than that?