"Fat Trimmings" Volume 27

I had an unexpected meeting come up that really ate up a lot of my day, but I was able to push through and still get this done tonight.

There are four stories, two rather short ones and two longer. "The Fat Making Notebook Goes Back to School" could honestly be a standalone and will be when I get around to making an extended cut of it. For now...

Enjoy!

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“Just Accept It”

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Just accept it. You’re not the skinny little thing you used to be. You’re older now, and fatter now, a lot fatter. You’ve been slacking on your diet and packing it on. You know that. So just look down at the pudgy gut you’ve gotten. Feel it. It’s heavy isn’t it? I bet that weight is a surprise because of how soft it is. It feels like a pillow, but there’s just so much fat to hold that of course it’s a hefty gut you’ve got there in your chubby hands. 

You used to have abs there. I remember. Those hands used to be slender, and they used to love to run themselves up and down your sexy abs and show them off. But those beautiful muscles are gone now. They’ve been replaced by soft buttery fat. 

You were so powerful. So vain. So in control. You used to love being in charge, a bad boss bitch. You were proud of ordering around your subordinates. You used to love making others feel bad, demeaning them over their skills and their bodies, especially their bodies. What a cruel woman you were, a cruel dominating woman.

And now you’re a submissive little piggy. You just don’t want to admit it yet. But you love relaxing, lazing about, eating. You can’t get enough of the eating. Even when you were thin you loved to eat. That was such a point of pride for you, that you could eat whatever you wanted without gaining any weight. You’d show off your eating skills one day and your abs the next. And then you’d have the nerve to call fat people lazy when you barely had to do any work at all to stay slim. What a charmed life you led, coasting from head cheerleader and prom queen to sorority president and then high powered executive. You’ve just gone from success to success all while remaining free of stress and slim and sexy.

But time catches up with everyone. And time broke your metabolism, and this is you now with a gut in your hands and thunder thighs pressing together all the time, and a fat ass that can’t fit into any of your fine business suit pants. You’re a real tub of lard now, a cow as you would have called yourself if your past self was looking at you right now.

So come on. Imagine you’re young and hot again and what you’d do to a woman who looks like you do now. Start mooing. Start oinking. Start thinking of the names you’d call your, Piggy, Fatso, Lardo, Porker, Blubber Butt, Gut Girl. You’re exactly that kind of person you would find to be lazy and disgusting.

You can’t get enough of it all though, can you? Diet’s aren’t for you. And after a stress free life do you really want to deal with the stress of trying to lose weight? No. Nonsense. Just keep eating. Just get fatter. Just accept who you are now.

You’re a piggy now, a plump piggy princess who gets to be fat and lazy and spoiled. This is your new life, and sure, the people who used to be your vain friends have turned on you, and plenty of the people you used to step on and step over are loving the schadenfreude now that you’re fat and out of the way. But you know they’re just jealous. They wish they could afford to just sit back and stuff themselves to their heart’s content, blowing themselves up binging on junk food, delicious junk food. You’ve got nothing else you have to do, so their cruel words don’t matter. They’ve got their cake, and you get to eat it too.

So just accept it and eat up.

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The Fat Making Notebook Goes Back to School

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Asami didn’t often return to her old college campus. She didn’t have particularly fond memories of the place. She had tried rushing a sorority, Meta Delta Chai, her freshman year and was of course crushingly humiliated because of her weight. She had excelled in her classes, but not at making friends. Although the few she did make were close, she was always a bit bitter that she had never achieved the popularity she wanted.

So why had she come back?

The notebook was clutched in her hand as she strode onto the campus possessed with a confidence that she had never had in the four years she was there.

And the first thing she did when she got on campus was fattened a random woman just for fun.

It was almost as if the notebook told her to do it. She felt a little twitch in her hand and looked over at this woman who must have been a sophomore or junior. She just had a way of carrying herself with a superiority that said she was a skinny bitch. Asami could feel it. As she gripped the notebook tightly she just had this real overwhelming sense that this thin girl must have felt so superior to everyone for avoiding the freshman fifteen. She definitely had a head cheerleader, prom queen, I’m the privileged bitch in charge attitude.

The notebook wouldn’t let her get away with that.

Asami opened the notebook and went to work.

“The blonde in front of me will instantly gain fifteen pounds and assume it is because she has been loose with her diet, but she will gain another fifteen pounds over the rest of this school year and an additional fifteen pounds for each year she’s in college and for one year after. She will never be able to lose the weight.”

The girl made up for lost time with fifteen pounds that settled heavily in her belly. She was wearing a midriff baring shirt that soon reveal a soft starter belly which was beginning to pooch over the edge of her waistband and was putting quite a bit of strain on the button of her shorts. The blonde’s whole body softened slightly, but it was so disappointing to only see her gain fifteen pounds. It may have been slightly embarrassing for the girl, and stressful, but it wasn’t near what Asami felt she deserved, and she didn’t have the patience to wait for more weight.

Regretting her previous scribing, Asami went back to the notebook to make some corrections, but when she went to put pen to paper she instead felt a shock that coursed through her hand and wouldn’t let her write.

“Okay… got to let things play out I guess. Lesson learned.”

Still eager to see someone punished and transformed right now, Asami turned to a leggy brunette who was strutting across campus like she had the aspirations of being a supermodel and figured that she would do. Asami did some quick math in her head and then wrote.

“The brunette strutting across campus in front of me will gain seventy-five pounds over the course of the next minute and never be able to lose the weight no matter how hard she tries.”

And then, before the ink was even dry she quickly scratched out seventy-five and made it an even hundred.

The brunette began to balloon in all directions, starting with her stomach which began to swell like a balloon filled with fat. In no time at all, the button her jean shorts blew right off and landed somewhere in the nearby grass. Her belly grew blubbery pretty quickly, spilling over the waistband of her jean shorts, forming a large muffin top as she grew thick love handles that matched her gut and her new back fat.

Down below her toned legs began to grow, becoming thick thunder thighs whose fat was choked by the holes in her jean shorts. Her chunky cellulite covered thighs were soft and the fat spilled over the edges of the legs of her shorts and made it look like she had two more muffins on her legs. Their shape was soon distorted further as they grew until they pressed together completely and spread her staggering legs a part.

Her perfect bubble but became a proper blubber butt as her cheeks grew chunky. As her fat ass grew flabby and the rest of her body kept bubbling with fat, the pressure began to grow too much for the poor pair of shorts. They began to groan under the pressure until they couldn’t groan anymore.

Then those shorts began to break.

It was like a dam breaking and letting the fat pour through the cracks, and as the cracks grew wider, they ripped farther and faster as the fat rushed forward to fill the space. The back side of her pants split as her blubbery cheeks grew bigger and bigger. She was brimming with fat, bouncing with blubber that kept coming. Buttons popped off her shirt as her belly grew further and her flesh was fully exposed. The last of those buttons popped off thanks to her ballooning cleavage.

Her fat face jiggled as she panic; her jowls and double chin wobbled like crazy, and as her chubby hands desperately pawed at her belly fat and tried to shove it back into her body, her fattening arms tore the seams of her sleeves. 

The brunette blubbered in fear and sadness as her previously taut body continued to betray her and blossom with buttery fat. Her gut continued to grow, the flab oozing through the fat fingers. Her thighs were so thick that it was clear she would be waddling for the rest of her life. She staggered about until she fell down on her well cushioned ass and then she just sort of rocked around there crying in a fetal position as several concerned people came rushing over to check on her, including the now softer blonde.

Asami’s concern lay elsewhere though. She left the brunette to her new life and headed off to the dining hall.

There were several people that Asami knew were likely still on campus, people who Asami knew were still vain students who needed to be taught a lesson, and Asami was eager to be the instructor.

As she made her way to the dining hall she passed by the quad which was teaming with college students hanging about between classes and enjoying the glorious day. Asami saw two women making out while sitting on a bench keenly exploring each other’s lithe bodies. She felt very happy for them.

She also felt rather mischievous.

“The two women making out will grow plump bellies and more, growing fat enough until their chubby bits touch without them realizing that anything is different.”

The two lithe lesbians began to grow, without even noticing, their faces began to grow fatter even as they mashed together in their makeout session. They both grew doughy double chins that wobbled as they kissed. Their chests became heaving bosoms as their breasts filled with fat, surging outward and sagging down, bouncing with each movement. Their thighs thickened as well, but the biggest change to their slim figures befell their bellies.

Their abs melted into pudgy potbellies that peaked out from under their shirts and pooched forward until that pudge pressed together. The two continued to embrace unabated by their now quivering flesh, and Asami smiled knowing that her work here was done and she could continue on to the dining hall.

The dining hall held a lot of bad memories for Asami. It was here that so many people made fun of her for her size. They made her feel awkward whenever she would pick out food to eat, and their cruel words would often lead to her picking up even more food and seeking it for comfort. 

Even as she was getting ready to enter the dining hall she was interrupted by some slender chick who bumped into her.

“Watch where you’re going, fat ass!”

The vain vixen ignored Asami as her fat body shook with fury. She would soon regret bumping into Asami and treating her like that, even if she wouldn’t understand why.

Asami once again opened the notebook.

“The bitch who bumped into me will gain a fat, flabby, saggy ass and become a chronic overeater.”

She snapped the notebook shut again.

“Enjoy the road to obesity, Twiggy.”

Once inside the dining hall, Asami found another one of her old bullies, Jillian.

Jillian was an extremely fit woman who prided herself on her physical activity, and she was also two years younger than Asami which meant she was still in her senior year and still working her on campus job. Jillian hated her on campus job, but her parents were insistent that she maintain one if she wanted their help paying for her tuition, so Jillian reluctantly found herself what she considered to be one of the easiest ones on campus.

She was in charge of swiping ID cards at the dining hall for student’s meal plans, or taking cash in advance for guests like Asami. It was easy and brainless and caused a lot of sitting which meant Jillian always felt like she had to hit the gym extra hard after her shifts. The reason Jillian had taken this job was because she was not particularly smart, and although she wasn’t exactly a college level athlete either, she was counting on her well toned body to lead her into a career in modeling and social influencing. 

When Asami got to her counter, Jillian looked her up and down with judgment.

“Eww. Looks like the cow’s come home.”

“You’re still a skinny bitch, I see,” snapped back Asami.

“And you’re still a fat pig.”

Asami and Jillian glared at each other before Asami made the next move.

“Still friends with Ally?” she asked.

Ally was Jillian’s best friend. They had been in the same sorority, Meta Delta Chai, where Ally had been Jillian’s Big Sister, and Asami was hoping that she had kept contact with her Little.

“Of course! She’s working in res life now.”

“Perfect,” Asami thought. This was excellent information to have and put to use later.

For now she just nodded politely, paid her fee and walked into the dining hall proper before ducking behind a pillar where she could have a clear line of sight of Jillian from behind.

That’s when she took out the notebook and went to work.

“Jillian will gain a lot of weight in her lower half. She will become very pear shaped and will grow fatter as a result of no longer working out.”

Toned muscles began to melt as Jillian’s previously taut thighs filled with blubber. The flab filled out her seat and soon her fleshy thighs pressed together. While, Jillian did gain a little bit of a paunch, and the muscle definition through her body was lost, the majority of the weight gain settled down below. Her thighs became like heavy sandbags filled with fat. Her saddle bags sagged over the edge of her chair and the flabby flesh became marred with cellulite.

Her seat became more comfortable as her ass cheeks ballooned into two brand new cushions. It was sitting on two plush pillows of fat and raised Jillian up in her seat as her chunky cheeks pressed her pants to the limit. Jillian’s tight ass became a jumbo blubber butt in a matter of moments and any observers walking behind her could easily see a half moon as her flabby, cellulite covered ass cheeks pushed out the top of her too tight pants.

Asami laughed at the sight of Jillian. She knew that Jillian was now definitevly pear shaped and doomed to spend her life getting fatter. With Jillian firmly stuck in the fat lane, Asami was free to grab some food and find some other unsuspecting people to change.

As she grabbed her own food, Asami found a few vain looking people that she made some minor changes to, a new sweet tooth for one, a full blown junk food addiction to another. One person was cursed with a slower metabolism. Someone who looked at her funny was given the freshman fifteen and then some.

When she got back to her seat, she saw what appeared to be one of the new campus janitor’s. Asami didn’t recognize her from her time at college, and this woman was decidedly recognizable. She was a massive woman, arguably the fattest that Asami had ever seen. The woman was an absolute blob of fat, a mass of rolls and folds, blubber that filled her oversized jumpsuit to near bursting. It was a miracle that she was able to move around as much as she did.

And as the fat woman moved she was followed by three catty tormentors. These women looked older than normal college students, but not by much. Asami guessed that they must have been in grad school or something, and they seemed to be making sport out of making fun of the poor fat janitor.

It made Asami’s blood boil. She immediately began to think up ways to punish the trio of grad school bitches. She thought about making each of them even fatter than the janitor they were making fun of, of immediately turning each of them into immobile blobs of fat, of forcing them to burst out of their fancy clothes in front of every and leave them their helpless on on display for everyone to make fun of.

But as she opened up the notebook and went to write things down, she realized she couldn’t. She tried to, but it was like something wasn’t letting her hand move, like a voice in the back of her head was telling her not to do it, and while she tried not to listen she was powerless to stop herself from just shutting the book and turning her back on the poor fat janitor.

Angry that she couldn’t do anything about the grad school students, Asami scanned the room to find the next best victim. It didn’t take her long to find her quarry as she soon found another skinny vixen making fun of a fat girl at the buffet line.

“The thin woman making fun of the fat one at the buffet line will gain an uncontrollable appetite. She will also instantly gain weight until she is the fatter of the two.”

Asami was about to stop when she remembered some basic safety protocols. Having her burst her clothes in front of this many people would be a bad look, too much attention.

“Her clothes will grow with her but will fit poorly and showcase her fat.”

And then Asami took a deep breathe and decided to temper her temper.

“Everyone will think she’s just gained a massive amount of weight over the last year, and her and the fat girl will be best friends now.”

Asami felt her eyes roll at that last bit.

The bully began to blow up like a balloon, filling with flab that stretched her clothes to their limits. Although the clothes she was wearing became magically elastic and grew like rubber stretched across her blubber, it did not stretch enough to be comfortable, and constantly remained clearly too small giving the former bully the appearence of someone who was in great denial about her growing size, something that would surely add to her embarassment. Her bulbous belly spilled over her pants, and the button just wouldn’t button. Luckily for her, her plump pot belly hung over enough to cover the gap in her pants, so nobody could tell that her pants weren’t buttoned.

But they could see the bright stretch marks that covered her belly, a sure sign of her rapid weight gain over the last year, they would note. She grew love handles to complete the muffin top along with a generous amount of back fat.

Her ass grew fat and flabby. It lost its shape and began to sag. It stuck out far but hung low giving her the quality of a broken shelf. The bottoms of her blubbery cheeks pressed against her fat thighs which had gone from trim to tree trunks and given her a distinct waddle. Her entire flabby lower half was riddled with cellulite.

Not to be outdone, her upper half grew as well. Above a greedy gut that quickly split into a gelatinous double belly were a pair of breasts that suddenly surged forward. They grew in volume but also in weight and began to sag heavily. Even her arms grew immensely flabby with jiggling bingo wings.

The former bully’s face grew fat with jiggling jowls and a double chin that wobbled as she laughed only now she wasn’t laughing with at the fat girl whom she was now much fatter than but with her as they piled their plates high with cupcakes.

Having done her good deed for the day, Asami finished her meal and then headed off to the residential life offices eager to cause more punishment.

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“The Adipose Zone: In the Eyes of the Beholder”

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You’re traveling through another dimension, a journey not just of touch and smell but of taste. A journey into a realm whose boundaries are as elastic as a well worn pair of pants and whose limits are only what you can think of. There’s the signpost up ahead. The next stop? The Adipose Zone. 

Behold now, if you will, a young woman whose life is full of promise but for whom the future is never enough. Iris is the kind of woman for whom everything has been given and nothing has satisfied, a vain woman whose green eyes can never see what she has and can only see the things in others that she wants for herself.

Sitting across from her studying for her midterm exam is her roommate Violet, a kind girl equally as gorgeous as Iris and ten times as kind. Violet’s positive attitude is the reason she finds herself to be the queen of the college social scene. But in Iris’ mind it, it’s all her beauty.

And that’s what has Iris sitting at her desk contemplating a small toy, an enchanted miniature of a creature from D&D lore, a trinket that she hopes will be able to bend Violet’s beauty to her will.

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Iris stared at the Beholder and the Beholder stared back at her with each of its eleven eyes. It was a disgusting thing to look at, a great round creature with its giant toothy maw, and its ten gnarled eyestalks surrounding one large center eye that took up most of its spherical body. It was a hideous creature even if it was just a bit of enchanted plastic.

At least that’s what that fat nerd she bought it off of said it was. A totem, a creature who could twist beauty. That’s what she was promised. Iris felt crazy about buying it at first, but then she realized that she had so much money thanks to her father that she might as well indulge in one crazy thing on the extremely slim chance that it would get her what she wanted. She could afford to be wrong. But if she was right…

It would be everything.

But where to start? Something smaller perhaps, but noticeable.

Iris twisted her mind thinking about what to start with when it came to transforming Violet. It felt like her brain was in knots agonizing over the choice until she so Violet’s feet hanging off of her bed.

Violet’s feet were perfect, delicate, well curved, impeccably pedicured. There were no signs of callouses and her toenails were always perfectly painted. They were the kind of feet that would have brought Violet a lot of money if she wanted to sell of them on the internet.

So Iris thought about making Violet’s feet fat, not just fat but ugly in every way she could think of.

And as one of the Beholder’s eyestalks began to twist, Iris watched as the change took place.

Violet’s previously delicate feet began to swell with fat becoming large and bloated, swollen red and with rough calluses and long chipped yellow nails on her sausage toes. Her fat flippers brought a chuckle to Iris’ lips and caused Violet to look up at from her book.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.”

“Whatever.”

Violet went back to her book. But as she did so, Iris watched her eyes glance at her feet. Violet had to have seen them, she had to have noticed there was a change unless….

“She doesn’t realize anything’s happening. Her whole reality is shifting. It’s like it’s always been this way. Perfect,” Iris thought with glee and then focused on her next set of changes.

Violet’s legs began to swell, first from her ankles and then two her calves as they fused together to form thick cankles. The fat continued to flow upward, robbing Violet’s thighs of their tone and replacing it with rich adipose, spongy fat covered in cellulite that jiggled as it pulsed through her body until her pasty thighs began to press together.

Unsatisfied with merely making Violet’s legs more voluptuous, Iris focused on what she wanted yet again and another eyestalk twisted as Violet’s legs to wiry hair that started small but grew thick and greasy. 

Iris grinned as the transformation kept progressing. Violet’s ass began to grow, and even though Iris couldn’t see it directly because Violet was laying down, she could see Violet subtly rise in her bed, and she knew that Violet’s ass cheeks were becoming much more cushion and likely covered with cellulite. In fact, she focused on that and made sure that Violet’s ass cheeks were covered in cellulite. Violet’s ass grew fat and flabby, and if she was standing it would sag and wobble about at the slightest motion.

Next grew Violet’s stomach. Her abs turned to flab and grew into a ponderous potbelly that spilled out from under her shirt. She grew a thick muffin top. Her love handles were impressive, but they didn’t quite match the sack of fat that was her gut. Iris loved the hilarious size of Violet’s stomach, so she made another change to Violet’s appetite and desire for junk food specifically. All around Violet empty bags of junk appeared. Iris thought it would be even better if it wasn’t just that Violet was a fatty. She wanted to turn Iris into a big fat lazy slob.

So the empty cartons and dirty dishes began to pile up, and the room itself became musty with the smell of stale food. It was unpleasant, but Violet didn’t seem to notice, and Iris didn’t care. She focused on continuing to change her formerly thin roommate.

Pushing forward, the only part of Violet that didn’t get bigger was her breasts which instead became quite saggy but also far smaller. In contrast to that, Violet’s arms grew flabby, and sprouted hair just like her legs. Iris made sure to have thick tufts of hair grow in Violet’s armpits, and could smell even from where she was the resulting BO that came from Violet’s fat sweaty arms.

Finally, Violet’s face grew fat, jowly and greasy with huge patches of bright red acne that even spread to her doughy double chin. Violet’s hair went limp and greasy and her teeth went yellow. She was a full on fat slob. She looked like absolute fat trailer trash, and her whole side of the room absolutely reeked.

And yet…

Iris couldn’t help but make one more change. She focused back on Violet’s fat flabby ass and…..

PPPPPPHHHRHRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!

Violet lifted her leg and let loose a tremendous fart. It was the crowning achievement of her transformation, and Iris was absolutely content as the Beholder shut its final central eye and fell to her desk completely inert.

Violet looked absolutely disgusting; she smelt absolutely disgusting; she was absolutely disgusting. Iris loved it. The only thing she didn’t love was the way the room smelt thanks to her new fat slob of a roomate, so as Violet let loose with another blast of gas, Iris decided to take the opportunity to step into the hallway to get some fresh air.

Only the air wasn’t so fresh. It was stale and reeked just like her room of BO and flatulence. And then, she felt someone slam into her.

“Watch where you’re going, Twiggy.”

Iris turned around to see a tremendously fat woman trucking through her. She was so confused for a few moments that it didn’t click until a few seconds later when she realized…

“Carrie?”

Her friend Carrie was an absolute smoke show, a gorgeous, glamorous girl ready to be a model at a moment’s notice. The woman that hit her was a fat sweaty pig, but then… the eyes…

“No. No.”

Iris ran down the hallway and passed a couple of hogs pressing their fat bodies together, and Iris couldn’t help but feel like she recognized them too, and it made her want to vomit.

She burst out into the fresh air and staggered around the quad. All around her were fatties. Total hambeast with their bingo wings jiggling as they stuffed more food in their fat faces, walruses taking up the benches in the quad, cows lounging in the grass. And the flatulence was all around her.

Several wobbling women came waddling past Iris, and she recognized the look in their eyes. It was the look of disdain that she typically held for fatties like them. They looked at her and let loose with barbs disguised as conversation between the three of them but loud enough for Iris to hear.

“Look at that skinny.”

“What a twig.”

“And is she wearing perfume?”

“Gross!”

The last comment was punctuated by a fart right as her fat ass wobbled past Iris, a crude display of dominance.

Iris’ slender hands tugged at her hair as her whole body trembled.

“It’s not fair.”

She spun around and around, closing her eyes, opening them, closing them, and opening htem again. And it was all always the same.

“It’s not fair. It’s not right!”

Iris pinched her arms and screamed. She ran up to the nearest fat woman that she could find and shook her by the fat, sweaty, flabby arms.

“Don’t you see? It’s not supposed to be like this. It’s not- it’s not right. It’s not FAIR!”

The fat woman shoved Iris away with her big belly.

“Get your thin paws off me you damn skinny bitch!”

She waddled away and left Iris dumbfounded.

How would she live in this world now? How could she do it?

Iris thought. And strained. And….

pfffffft

It was a start. The smell that hit her nose was unpleasant, and it disgusted her to know it was all her and all by choice. And it was worse to know that she still had a long way to go. But there was nothing else to do.

So she headed off to the dining hall.

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Iris thought she could twist one person’s beauty to her will and ended up twisting the entirety of her world. Now she’s an outcast in the world of her own creation, a lesson learned the hard way, that beauty truly is in the eyes of the Beholder, here in the Adipose Zone.

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“Thick Burger is Good For You

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INT. A pristine Thick Burger with gleaming countertops and an American flag proudly displayed on the wall right next to pictures of happy people eating big thick burgers and salty fries. Bocephus Conroy stands in his white suit with a bright red white and blue tie. He takes a big bite of a Thick Burger and sets it down.

BOCEPHUS

“Oh my, that’s good. There’s nothing like a delicious b-bite of a b-big juicy Thick Burger burger. And don’t worry friend, I’ll be getting b-back to you. I just have a few more words for our other friends here.”

He turns back to the audience.

BOCEPHUS

“I’m proud that here at Thick Burger we get to deliver fine wholesome food made with high quality ingredients to high quality people like you. And I’m not the only one. Don’t you agree, girls?”

The camera pans to Ashley and Monica in their mermaid costumes. They are holding onto the last vestiges of their classic model looks, but they’re noticeably chubbier and clearly struggling to suck in their guts as they munch on their Thick Burger fish sandwiches.

ASHLEY AND MONICA

(mumbling with their mouths full) “Yes, sir, Big Poppa B.”

Bocephus flashes a million dollar smile.

BOCEPHUS

“That’s me. And I’m proud to be the poppa of his family owned and operated b-business. And that’s what Thick Burger is all about, family, taking care of you and yours, whether that’s by giving you a lovely night out in person of the convenience of us delivery right to your door. It’s about giving you comfort and opportunity, the opportunity to choose what you want to eat for you, and your family. And that’s why we’re expanding our menu options to include even more healthier choices. And to introduce those options, I have friend of the family of social media mogul, Ms. bBetsy Jones.”

The camera pans to Betsy Jones who is looking a far cry from her slim and sexy newsfluencer days. She isn’t nearly as fat as Bocephus or many of Thick Burger’s customers, but she looks well on her way there. She is a redundantly chunky girl. She is bloated and sweaty and caked in makeup to try and make her look less bloated and sexy. Her belly is fighting with her blouse with its lower half tucked into her strained skirt. She is wearing a power suit jacket whose sleeves are clearly tight around her chunkier arms. She is clearly doing everything she can to give the appearance of being the slim and sexy influencer that she was, but the pounds are proving to be too much as she pitches the healthier options for which she had sold her waistline to get put on the menu.

BETSY

“That’s right, Big Poppa B. Here at Thick Burger we are proud to offer an array of new salad options and healthy sides like our sliced apples. You can enjoy them on their own, in a salad or on a burger. And we’re now proud to say that goat cheese is on the menu. I love Thick Burger’s newest salad. A play on the Waldorf salad, the Thaldorf is fresh apples, grapes, celery, candied walnuts and goat cheese all on a bed of kale and dressed with our in house made mayonnaise. I love to get mine with the avocado because it’s the good kind of fat.”

Betsy takes a huge bite of salad that is positively drenched in mayonnaise. As she chews, her double chin is evident, and becomes even more noticeable as splotches of mayonnaise drip onto it.

Bocephus steps back into frame.

BOCEPHUS

“That’s right. And here at Thick Burger we’re so committed to our new health initiatives, we’re also proud to announce Camp Thick Burger, a fitness camp designed to promote body positivity while also helping our customers grow and maintain a healthier lifestyle. That’s right, as always, we’ve got big things going on at Thick Burger, and we can’t wait to have you be a part of it.”

The camera pans out to show Betsy, Ashley and Monica all stuffing their faces. All three have given up on sucking in their guts and quietly munch away as the screen fades to black.