"Melanie's Meal": An Exclusive Cut Sequel to "One of Those Fat Making Notebooks"

It's late. I was bored. I've been blown away by the response I've gotten to the extended cut of "One of Those Fat Making Notebooks". On Deviant Art it currently has over 205,000 views and 1,200 favorites which is just mind blowing. Since I posted it on DA less than a week ago, I've gained several hundred watchers and now have over 1,100, and I'm knocking on the door of 100 paying patrons here having gained almost twenty this week.

To celebrate all of this, and especially the new patrons and all of my ongoing loyal and supportive patrons, I decided to go ahead and write this surprise sequel to "One of Those Fat Making Notebooks" focusing on the character of Melanie who went from a slim and sex model to a fetish model feasting in a pig costume. Here she is doing it again exclusively on this patreon for all of you.

Enjoy!

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Melanie used to be a dancer before she even became a model. Lithe and graceful, prim and proper. She was known for being slim and sexy, the epitome of glamor. Her life was perfect, glorious. Her future was bright, wide open and hers for the taking.

But not any more.

She was not a model or a dancer.

She was a pig.

A pig for money.

Melanie was once again dressed in her pig costume and looked like an absolute blob with her greedy double belly and her massive cellulite riddled thunder thighs and fat flabby ass, one that was well cushioned and saggy and spilled over the edges of her chair. She didn’t recognize herself when she looked in the mirror, but she knew it was her. She missed her glamor days, but she knew there was no going back. There was going to be no more designer outfits, no more glamorous evening gowns or bikini shoots that showed off her sexy abs.

There was only eating now, only humiliating fetish work. That was all she was left with, tears and jeers and laughter at her expense all served up with an array of dishes for her to stuff her fat face with.

Her feast was laid out before her, a dozen buffalo wings, a plate of cheesy garlic bread, a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs and a pair of doughnuts, one Boston cream and one jelly, and there was a liter of soda to wash it all down with.

As Melanie quickly ripped into the chicken wings with her eager teeth, she could help but look at her hands. At one point they had been so dainty, so slim and delicate just like the rest of her. They used to be the kind of hands that were so pretty she could have been a hand model, and now here they were fat hands with chubby sausage fingers covered in sauce and grease from the fatty wings. Those saucy wings stained her chubby cheeks as well as she carelessly tore into them. The greedy pig of a girl ate with loud sucking sounds as she stripped every bit of chicken off the bones. A dozen wings were worked through quickly and after that, whatever sauce was left on the plate was sopped up by the cheesy garlic bread.

Melanie loved cheesy garlic bread, it was a weakness for her even when she was thin, and once she got fat, she chose to indulge in it at any opportunity that she had. And once the rest of the garlic sauce was gone, she still had plenty of garlic bread to use with the three other containers of sauce that she had at her disposal, the leftover bleu cheese that she got with the wings, the marinara sauce that she got with the cheesy garlic bread and a container of ranch dressing that she got because of her deep love of ranch dressing, the creamy ranch dressing ran from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, dropping and dabbing onto her quivering cleavage as she shoved the bread into her mouth with reckless abandon. She crammed her chubby cheeks full of garlic bread with no care to the crumbs that fell into her cleavage.

She was a messy pig who couldn’t stop herself from eating more.

Even when she took massive gulps of her soda in between pieces of the delicious garlic bread, the sugary sweet and heavily carbonated beverage didn’t show her down. She simply shook her massive belly and worked up a few big burps to make more room for her fattening feast. Melanie knew that the viewers and home loved to laugh at their favorite piggy when she burped. It made her cheeks burn with humiliation as she thought about it, but nobody could tell because of all the sauce that covered her chubby cheeks. Melanie could imagine that laughter which caused her to stop for a moment, but then she shook her head which made her jowls and chins wobble, and then went back to what would make her feel better, her feasting.

The bowl of spaghetti and meatballs awaited her, and Melanie may have wanted to use a fork, but Melanie knew that good piggies don’t use cutlery, and her chubby hands were much more efficient tools anyway, so she went to town with those. Handfuls of spaghetti were slurped down, sending sauce flying, and Melanie hadn’t even gotten to the meatballs yet. Like a good piggy, Melanie nudged them around with her nose for a bit before biting into them and letting the grease run down her chins. By the time she finished the spaghetti and meatballs, she had also finished the soda and let loose a few more burps to make room for dessert.

The donuts were sinfully delicious and incredibly fattening, and Melanie needed them. Even after all of the other food, Melanie was a hungry pig with room for dessert. She couldn’t believe she had somehow let herself go and get to this point, but there was no way back. She would never be thin again. She would only ever be fatter. So there was only one thing to do.

She had to plow through.

So she picked up the Boston cream donut and began to shove it into her mouth. Using both fingers to cram the whole thing into her mouth, she didn’t care about the cream that ran down her chin and onto her chubby fingers. She merely licked it off her already sauce covered digits and then wiped up the rest with the back of her hand and licked that up as well. Her tongue was coated by a mixture of pastry cream, tomato sauce, ranch dressing and grease.

And that was before she even got to the powdered jelly donut.

When she got to the donut, she was all business taking it down in surprisingly short order. One might think that Melanie would have struggled, but she ate the donut as if she had room for a dozen more- possibly a tease for a future video. The jelly followed the cream, both in the fact that it exploded out of the donut and onto her hand and ended up licked up just the same. With the donut then quickly polished off, Melanie let out a final tremendous burp.

She hated what she had become, hated that she had to make her living constantly humiliating herself, but Melanie had to admit that she loved the food and she loved the feeling of accomplishment that came with successfully eating so much of it. Melanie couldn’t help but have a smile on her fat sauce covered face.

She knew she was a very good piggy.