"Trading Influence": Exclusive Extended Cut

EDIT: As I'm getting ready to post the original to Deviant Art, I went and added more than 600 words to this version bringing this to over 7,600 words. The new additions include an extension of the first scene with Breanne as well as the taco and burger eating scenes.

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As promised here is the exclusive extended cut of "Trading Influence" which was first featured in "Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts" Volume 7. That version will now be released on Deviant Art, and in exchange this patreon gets an exclusive extended cut that is over twice the length of the original.

Coming in at over 7,600 words, this is over 4,600 more words than the previous story. I still plan on doing a slob cut as promised, but I think I will work on "Fit Friend, Fat Friend" first and then release both slob cuts together.

When will "Fit Friend, Fat Friend" come out? I think maybe in two week. If not then, definitely at the beginning of July in time for me to start also working on Exclusive Cuts Volume 8. You can expect a poll for that soon.

For now...

Enjoy!

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The challenge sounded simple enough. Over six months, influencers who were as opposite as possible were supposed to switch content like a wife swap type of deal. For the first three months, influencers would work together, train each other and build familiarity with each other’s audience. Then the next three months they would be dedicated completely to putting out their partner’s type of content. Internet cooks might be doing nothing but unboxing videos. Fashion influencers might try their hand at singing.

Some of these swaps had better results than others, but the goals were to diversify one’s audience, increase reach and influence and, theoretically, build a greater sense of community.

For Addison, a fitness, makeup and general lifestyle influencer, she knew to make an impact she would have to partner with someone the complete opposite of her. Her own brand was so varied, that it really limited her options. While Addison couldn’t sing worth a lick, she knew she didn’t want to go in that direction because those swaps tended not to go well. People who couldn’t sing would get a lot of ironic likes and even hate views at first, but those just weren’t sustainable over months. And she couldn’t cook worth a damn either.

But she could eat.

One day while eating brunch with her friend Breanne, Addison brought up the idea while instagramming her chicken and waffles.

“So you would like eat this chicken and waffles…. But on camera?” asked Breanne with a true look of confusion on her face.

“Yeah. That’s basically the whole deal, chicken and waffles, burgers whatever. People love to watch people eat junk food for some reason, and they love to watch hotties like me do it even more.”

“People like hotties like us doing anything.”

“Exactly, so this is gold. I’ll still have more old audience and grow a whole new one, and by the end of this I’ll be making more money than ever. It’s a sweet deal, literally when I do videos like cake and ice cream and junk.”

“So you’re going to get fat,” sneered Breanne as her face recoiled in revulsion.

“I’m going to let my diet go a little bit.”

“You’re going to get fat.”

“I’m not going to get fat,” replied Addison as she shoved a big bite of chicken and waffles into her mouth defiantly.

“Yes you are. You’re going eat like a pig for money and turn yourself into a fatty.”

“With my metabolism that’s impossible. I can eat what I want and never gain weight.”

Breanne shook her head.

“You’re not going to eat what you want. You’re going to PURPOSEFULLY STUFF YOURSELF. That’s a recipe for a big fat disaster.”

Addison slammed her hands on the table hard enough to make everything shake.

“Look! I’m not going to get fat. Fat people are lazy and disgusting. Just because I’m going to be eating more doesn’t mean I’m going to stop working out less like I’m a lazy fatso. I’m not going to gorge myself and become a jumbo couch potato. Okay? I’m just going to be rich. So shut the hell up and let’s get another round of mimosas, you basic bitch.”

“Okay. But don’t come blubbery to me when you’re a great big blubbery mess.”

Addison just glared at Breanna as she took another big bite of her chicken and waffles and flagged down the waitress for more refill of their bottomless mimosas. 

Breanne watched Addison eat and drink and didn’t doubt that her skinny bitch friend had it in her to become a mukbang star. As she watched Addison debate between a crème brulée and a chocolate lava cake only to order a crème brulée for dessert and call it “practice”, a sinister thought crossed Breanne’s mind. 

It might be kind of fun to watch Addison blow up. She had always been the hottest and most judgmental of their friend group. If she was to turn into a fatty, a real cow herself, not only would it shift the power dynamic of the group in Breanne’s favor, but it would be a delightful bit of karmic comeuppance for the vain Addison. Breanne could easily see herself enjoying the schadenfreude almost as much as Addison was enjoying her indulgent brunch. Suddenly, she was all in favor of Addison porking up.

“Let me by you that lava cake too, dear. My treat,” she said with a sly grin stretching across her face.

“You can take it home with you. After all, you can use all the practice you can get.”

Addison smiled through another big gulp of her mimosa and gave a nod of thanks to her generous friend.

She was very sure of her plan. Addison was always sure of everything she did, and there was no way Breanne was ever going to talk her out of things no matter how mean spirited she was being about it. Addison had the plan. All she needed was the partner.

And that brought her to Juniper, or Jumbo Juni as she was often referred to. Juni was a professional eater, a mukbang influencer. She ate food with a flourish. Sometimes she would eat foods enthusiastically and review things. Sometimes she would do videos where she tried every kind of something. And a lot of times she had videos where all she did was eat as much as she could. Addison had a true distaste for Juni and everything that she did, but she had to admit that this was a perfect opportunity.

Since Addison had also had such a strict focus on diet and exercise, she thought just straight up letting go of her own diet and stuffing her face for the amusement of others would be as opposite as she could possibly think. Addison has gotten plenty of feedback that she came off as vain and cold and too prim and proper to be fun, so this would show people that she could cut loose. Addison had even been accused of fat shaming multiple times in the past. 

In fact, Jumbo Juni had been a victim of Addison’s cyber bullying in the past.

“Just look at this #COW Stuffing her fat face. #FATTY #DISGUSTING.”

“People like Jumbo Juni are pathetic, greedy #HOGS and should be ashamed of themselves.”

“The fact that Jumbo Juni, an absolute #OBESE # SLOB has a platform where she gets to influence others with her gluttony is #DISGUSTING. She’s a #HAMBEAST and nobody should be striving to be a lazy #FATSO like her.”

These were just a few of the diatribes that Addison liked to go on, often stoked by her followers and a few nips of tequila. 

And, while it was true that Addison had a deep prejudice against fat people whom she did enjoy making fun of, she needed to keep her public persona cleaned up, and this would likely help with that. She was confident that her regularly fat shaming crew would stick around to still admire her own slamming body, and she could pick up a lot of the body positivity crowd. They were real cash cows! And pathetic fatties love a redemption story. Addison would give that to them. She could find a way to be nice in public and keep her judgments to herself.

Addison did briefly have the thought that doing this might end up making her put on a few pounds, but she figured it wouldn’t be anything truly noticeable, and she’d be able to easily work off a few pounds when she was done. It wasn’t like she was going to turn into a complete tub of blubber like Jumbo Juni. She’d never let herself become that much of a pig.

Of course, if Addison had looked more carefully into just how thin Juniper had been before she started mukbanging, she might have reconsidered the whole experiment. Instead, Addison remained blissfully unaware of the true consequences that awaited her.

Addison would soon be waddling down a road from which there would be no return as she took a swerve into life in the fat lane.

But Addison was blissfully unaware of what was in store for her as she met up with Jumbo Juni for the first time.

“Wow, you really are jumbo, Jumbo.”

“And you really are a skinny bitch. Remind me why I agreed to do this again?”

“Because I’m the hottie whose going to get your fat ass in shape and you’re going to end this whole thing with way more money and followers than you’ve ever dreamed of.”

“Right,” Juni said with a nod and an eyeroll.

She knew the truth. She didn’t really care about losing weight. What she was looking forward to was getting Addison to stuff herself silly making mukbang videos and blowing herself up like a balloon like she had. Juni knew that there was no way that Addison’s waistline was going to escape this unscathed, and she was happy to take her revenge for all of the fat shaming Addison had done to her, turn her into the kind of girl Addison would have labeled a cow and give her a taste of her own big fat medicine.

Juni’s inner musing was interrupted by the feeling of Addison squeezing and shaking her big belly. 

“Look at this gut! I’ve got quite a lot of work cut out for me to get you to shift any of this. I’ll do my best.”

Addison then lifted up her shirt to reveal her own rock hard abs. 

“So what I’m saying is don’t go expecting these any time soon, fatty. I’m not a miracle worker.”

“You need to eat,” deadpanned Juni. 

“What?” asked an aghast Addison.

“Right now.”

“But I thought this was just going to be a meet and greet type of thing and we’d shoot the first video tomorrow.”

“Sure. But you want to get started now. Stretch your stomach a bit the night before so you’re more ready to eat on camera tomorrow. I’m ordering tacos.”

An hour later, Addison was reclining backward with her hands on her bloated stomach and her face stained with grease and crema. 

“No mas.”

“Of course more!”

“I’ve already had three.”

“You’ve ONLY had three.”

“That’s a lot,” moaned Addison as she stifled a burp. 

“That may be a lot for you, but a lot of people can eat three tacos. You want views? You have the be able to eat AT LEAST six.”

“Six?”

“At least six. Now let’s go. Really push it. Dig deep. Find that inner fatty and let her loose.”

Addison groaned as she picked up another al pastor taco and felt the juicy pieces of pineapple pop in her teeth as she bit down. Juni reached forward and gently pressed her against Addison’s to help her stuff more of it into her mouth.

As Addison chewed on the taco, she couldn’t help but look over and see a big chocolate cake that Juni was placing down on the table.

“What’s that for?” asked Addison with her mouth still full of taco.

“If you want to be a successful mukbanger, you always have to have room for dessert,” said Juni with a sly smile.

And then she picked up another taco and brought it to Addison’s sauce-covered lips.

“Now open wide. You still have two more to go.”

Addison rolled her eyes and did what she was told.

“I feel like such a pig,” she groaned.

“Get used to it,” laughed Juni as she shoved the taco in Addison’s mouth.

Juni rubbed Addison’s stuffed belly.

“You’ve gotta get used to this kind of fullness. You’re going to be stretching this out quite a bit and keeping it that way. It’s going to be filled with food all the time.”

She leaned forward and whispered in Addison’s ear.

“Mukbanging is committing to making a pig of yourself. Oink. Oink.”

She laughed and rubbed her hand against Addison’s hard stomach while looking at the last taco.

“You’re not a pig yet of course. Maybe just a piglet. Do you think you can finish my challenge, my little piglet? No camera to perform for. Just me. Can you handle it? Can you eat one last taco. Just one. Come on. I believe in you. Be a good piglet.”

“I… I….” Addison moaned.

“Oh, you think you’re better than me. But you’re not. You’re pathetic. You can’t even eat that last taco. How are you going to do this challenge? You’re gonna fail and fail hard. Sad.”

Addison could barely take it. Her stomach was so painfully taut. She was struggling not to feel sick, but Addison’s steely determination and arrogance spurred her on. She wasn’t going to allow herself to be show up by Juni. If this fat cow could do this, she could do it. She dug into whatever athletic training she had to make herself into a competitive eater in that moment and get the last of six tacos down her throat. This was a sign. She knew if she could do this she would be able to do this mukbang thing easily. She could do it better than Juni!

So she powered through the last taco under her own power and then sat back with her greasy hands cradling her bloated food baby as she groaned in both misery and contentment.

Then she saw out of the corner of her eye as Juni cut off a big slice of cake and cradled it in her hands.

“W-what are you doing?” muttered Addison with all the panic of James Caan in Misery.

“I told you,” Juni said in complete monotone as she brought the cake to Addison’s lips.

“You have to have room for dessert.”

And as soon as Addison opened up to groan in protest, Juni shoved the cake into her mouth, smearing chocolate all over her cheeks.

The chocolate was so rich, but so delicious. Addison couldn’t believe that she could appreciate anything as delicious after all she had already stuffed herself with. She would have thought that any food would taste completely disgusting after forcing herself to eat all those tacos, and yet she couldn’t help but moan at the sinfully fantastic taste of the cake. She even- somehow- wanted more.

And Juni was happy to satisfy her with another, even messier, handful.

The next day, still feeling the food hangover, Addison had her first big mukbang video shoot. It was a simple enough affair, to be Thick Burger burgers and a large soda. It was going to be a challenge to be sure, but Addison felt confident that she could push through and do it. She started on the first burger and worked through it at a normal speed.

She was disturbed by how good it tasted.

Addison had never had a Thick Burger burger before, and she had to admit that it was delicious even if it was quite heavy. She managed to work her way through it and was feeling rather full but just like with the tacos she was ready to power through. It was already a heavy meal in and of itself with two thick patties each with two slices of cheddar cheese and topped with lettuce, tomato, onions, pickles, and avocado. It was a loaded feast, but at least Addison could feel good about the toppings. It was practically a salad, she told herself. And avocados are the good kind of fat!

Even if the normally prim and proper Addison had grease dripping down her chin, she shrugged it off and went about tearing into the second burger. This one was weighing heavy in her stomach, sinking like a stone. She didn’t think she could do it, but knowing that Juni, along with her entire audience was watching, drove her on. She knew this whole experiment hinged on the success of this first video, and she would need to dig deep and pull out her inner fatty to eat more than she ever thought she could. (Then she could spend a few hours in the gym working this off… maybe after a nap first.)

Even with all her grit and determination, even with as delicious as the Thick Burger burger was, it was still a monumental task she had set for herself. Each bite felt worse than the next but she soldiered through and saved the soda for last, following Juni’s advice.

“You can always fake the soda. It’s not a clear cup, so just look like you’re taking big sips and when you’re ready to be done, lift the straw just enough to make it sound like you’re slurping up the end.”

“Do you ever fake it?”

“Of course not.”

Addison did her best to finish the soda, fighting back the desire to burp, and finished as much of it as she could before faking the end and quickly standing up to show off her rock hard bloated food baby which she gave a satisfying slap to as the climax of her video.

One done. Many more to go.

The first three months started off easy. It was mostly getting to know each other and then training. Addison taught Juni about fitness and beauty products, things Juni took to- In Addison’s mind- surprisingly quickly and with an equally surprising amount of enthusiasm. 

Addison hated that enthusiasm and wanted to crush it during their off camera workouts by regularly shaming Juni quite intensely. 

“Come on blubber belly. Can you even give me a push up with a gut that big?”

As Juni would run on the treadmill, Addison would spank her fat ass.

“Come on, Fatso. Move that fat flabby ass. Give me more than that. Move it, Piggy!”

Even when they were on camera, Addison would find ways to tease and humiliate her while disgusing it as being nice.

One time Addison reached from behind Juni and grabbed her big belly. She heaved it up and down.

“You’re doing great, Juni. Just think about how good it’s going to be to lose some of this blubber. You’ll be getting around a lot easier with less of this big gut weighing you down.”

Juni obviously hated this and looked for the moments where she could take her revenge piece by piece.

She taught Addison all about eating, what to eat, how to eat and how to film the best mukbang videos for her new fanbase. Addison did well at this. She knew her way around a shoot, and though she didn’t have nearly the appetite that Juni had to start out, she had a knack for showmanship when she really let herself go for it.

She got a lot of early views from people watching her whole “stereotypical hot girl moans while eating” shtick.

So Juni made sure she kept pushing her to eat more, including behind the scenes. She would be sure to schedule regular “practice sessions” with the purpose of getting Addison out of the gym and into bigger pants by cramming her full of as many calories as possible.

During that first month, Addison only put on five pounds which was hardly noticeable to most people. Still there was a little bit of softness, a slight loss of definition. Addison had spent her whole life being a hardbody, being slim and sexy, trim and toned. So she couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes to how her body looked and more so how she felt. When she started this whole experiment she was a perfectly toned one hundred and twenty pounds. But five pounds was such a small amount. She figured she was being paranoid and didn’t want to worry about it.

Then the next month she put on ten. That brought her to the mirror where she looked at the way her stomach was overhanging her jeans long after her eating was done. She pinched and poked the fatty protuberance and shook her head.

“That’s not good,” she said out loud as she pinched a solid inch of fat. She was starting to get love handles as well. A full muffin top! She was starting to sweat as she thought about what the next month might hold.

That month brought with it twelve more pounds of pure fat. Suddenly she was topping the scales at 147 pounds. Addison had made a point of weighing herself after she broke the button on her second pair of pants while at the same time splitting them in the back, and she was horrified to see the number.

The amount of content she was producing and the amount of food she was consuming just kept going up as her capacity for eating it increased. And because she was spending so much time filming content for herself or collaborating with Juni and showing her how to lose weight, Addison found herself too tired to find time to go to the gym herself. Even the videos where she was with Juni at the gym had become a strange collaboration where Juniper would workout while Addison stuffed herself with Twinkies or handfuls of cake or other types of junk food.

So Addison was getting soft. She was getting chubby. She was getting close to being downright fat.

After one of their shared videos, Juni could help but reach out a hand and give Addison’s pot belly a playful shake.

“Wow. You’re really getting a pot there huh?”

“Shut up!”

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle getting a little chunky?”

“At least I’m not as fat as you.”

“Yet.”

“What?” 

Juni poked Addison’s stomach.

“You’re turning into a fatty like me, and you’ve got three months of feasting left. Unless you’re too much of a coward and want to quit, tubs.”

Addison cradled her own swollen belly and thought things over as she rolled the spongy fat between her fingers.

“I’m no coward.”

“Great,” said Juni as she gave a playful spank to Addison’s chunky cheeks.

“I’m glad you’re not too chicken to film the fried chicken eating  video we planned next.”

Addison, already full from the cake she had just eaten let out a heavy groan before reluctantly following Juniper to go stuff herself some more. 

The next video didn’t even start with her eating. It started with Juni introducing Addison while Addison was wearing a shirt that wasn’t designed to be a belly shirt but now definitely was. The tight shirt that fit so much better a few sizes okay now rode so much up her bloated belly. Juni started the video by rubbing it.

“Hey everyone, look at Addison here. She’s becoming a real mukbang girl now. She’s getting that big mukbang belly.”

Juni made a point of giving Addison’s belly a shake so that the audience could see that it wasn’t just tight and bloated from eating. There definitely was fat there, a keg where there once was a six pack.

“She’s can’t suck this thing in anymore, can you Addison?”

“Nope,” Addison chuckled uneasily trying to keep her calm in front of the viewers. And then she gently moved Juni’s hands away and shivered at the touch of her own belly.

“I can’t, but don’t worry fans, this is just an adjustment. I’m sure I’ll be able to get myself back into shape while still delivering fantastic mukbang content for you. And that include right now.”

“That’s right. Miss Prim and Proper Addison is about to eat an entire bucket of greasy fried chicken. I bet you never used to eat like this when you were slim and sexy.”

Addison didn’t know how to respond to Juni going off script. She certainly didn’t want to admit on camera that she wasn’t slim and sexy anymore, but she wanted to get this whole thing over.

“Of course not. But I’m not holding back anymore. Cluck it. I’m gonna eat this whole bucket.”

With her planned cue line finally delivered, Addison began tearing into the chicken one piece at a time. She started as fast as she could, making a show of hungrily tearing the chicken apart with her teeth and letting the pieces fly around only to pick them up and suck them down making sure not to miss a bite. She knew she had money when a piece of dark meat flew into her cleavage and she had to fish it out with her greasy fingers.

The first few pieces went down easy, her increased appetite and stretched out stomach capacity made sure of that. After the first few she began to slow down and really sell the idea that it was getting tougher to eat even though Addison was horrified to discover that that wasn’t actually true. It wasn’t until she got to the last two pieces of chicken that she really had to do any fighting. By then those pieces were extra soaked in grease having been sitting there for a while. Her jaw was tired of chewing, her stomach was full. She was growing tired from the sheer act of eating. And yet she soldiered through it, determined to gut it out even as her gut groaned in protest.

Two pieces left. Then one. Her face and shirt were stained with crumbs and chicken grease, but Addison would not stop. She sucked down the last of the chicken and then triumphantly stood up to show everyone just how much her stomach had extended before beating it like a drum with her greasy hands.

And then Juni came back into frame carrying a small chocolate cake. 

“Did you save room for dessert?” she asked with a wide grin.

Addison groaned on the inside and wanted nothing to do with the cake, but for the viewers she kept an insincere smile pasted on as she sat back down with a grunt and waved Juni over.

“Bring it on.”

Deep down she knew Juni was right. She was going to gain more weight doing this. At 147 pounds and 5’7 she was less than ten pounds away from being officially overweight, less than the amount she had gained that first month. And at this point that seemed inevitable.

She was going to be overweight. Addison’s only hope was that it would stop there before things got too out of control.

It would not.

With three months now on her own and fully committed to her new if only temporary lifestyle, Addison did the only thing she could do. She doubled down on her work. With a need for income to keep her going, she produced more mukbang videos than ever before. Now that she was no longer working directly with Juni, she had no more training videos that she could justify doing, so she had to produce more eating focused videos. This meant that her calorie count on shoot days was headed through the roof while the nominal exercise basically stopped completely.

She would try to exercise on occasion, but she was either too tired to seriously do anything, or she found the stuff she was doing to be far more frustrating than she was used to and she gave up.

During this time she began to find herself eating even more when not on camera. One might be tempted to think that on non-shoot days, Addison would choose to eat very little, and if she did eat she would eat only salad. But with Addison’s stomach getting stretched by the mukbang videos, she didn’t just want food. She NEEDED it. And she fell into her cravings. Even though she would swear that she was forever done with whatever it was that she last stuffed herself with, Addison often found herself thinking in terms of a kind of “hair of the dog” approach when it came to her food. If she just had a little bit of junk food she would feel better. And a little bit of junk food became a lot, and a lot became whole binge sessions without her even having her camera rolling.

The first month of shooting on her own brought with it another fourteen pounds. 

The second month brought a lot more anxiety, which led to a lot more stress eating, which led to another sixteen pounds.

At 177 pounds, Addison was aghast. Every part of her was undeniable fat. Her belly was by far the biggest feature, having grown used to being so overstuffed with food that it now seemed to be like a sagging deflated balloon that was routinely inflated and stretched out again for each video. But her blubber belly wasn’t the only thing that was saggy. Every part of her was beginning to sag. This included her breasts which had grown but not nearly as much as the rest of her. Addison had also gotten a fat flabby ass with soft saggy cheeks from sitting so much. It was intolerable to her, and yet she had to soldier on even if that got physically more difficult to do the fatter she got.

And Addison knew she was doomed to get fatter.

She did the math… 177 pounds. 5’7. That put her a little shy of 15 pounds away from obesity. She had already gained 16 pounds this month, more weight each month. Could she really stop herself from gaining 15 pounds?

She didn’t think she could.

So Addison decided to turn into the skid. She figured that if she recorded an admittedly humiliating video of herself weighing herself and then declared that she was going to do one of those fit to fat challenges she could monetize the hell out of her third month, keep her original fans and then get even more as she worked her fat ass back into skinny bitch shape. With that in mind she gave herself permission to really outdo herself when it came to eating. She ate like there was no tomorrow, creating her biggest feasts for the mukbang videos and eating larger meals even on none shoot days. 

She knew she was making herself obese. She just didn’t see any way out of it. She was going to end up getting obese whether she wanted to or not, so she figured she might as well make herself as obese as possible to make her eventual weight loss all the more dramatic when she went from fatty to hottie again, so she needed to feast and fatten.

The result was a whopping twenty-two pound weight gain.

Twenty-two pounds of pure belly blubber.

Twenty-two pounds of soft, buttery fat.

199 pounds.

The number stared back up at her from the scale. It was a difficult number to read both because of it being so humiliatingly high and because Addison had to work to lean over her big fat gut to even see the numbers.

Addison couldn’t believe it. She knew she was going to be gaining more weight. She had willingly accepted her obesity, but somehow she didn’t think she would end up one pound shy of two hundred.

200.

The number terrified her. It felt like a wall she couldn’t let herself break for fear of not being able to turn back. She had hoped that even as an obese fatty she could still lose the weight, but if she was somehow two hundred big fat fatty pounds? Disgusting. She’d give up. She couldn’t, she couldn’t possibly get that fat.

Could she?

The anxiety turned her back to food, and that turned her into desperation mode. She needed to do something crazy to motivate herself.

So she got back in touch with Juni.

“You want me to work with you?” Juni asked over the phone.

“Yes. Please.”

“You really need me, don’t you.”

“Y-yes… Yes. I need you.”

“Tell me what you’ve become.”

“What?”

“Tell me you’re a greedy little piglet.”

“I’m a greedy little piglet,” cried Addison.

“You’re a greedy little piglet who can’t stop eating and can’t lose weight,” pressed Juni

“I’m a greedy little piglet who can’t stop eating and can’t lose weight. I’m a pathetic fatty,” whined Addison, adding that last bit entirely unprompted.

“Oink for me, piglet.”

“Oink. Oink.”

“Louder.”

“Oink! Oink!”

“Okay. I’ll work with you, piglet. I love the way you oink.”

“Oink. Oink. Thank you. Oink.”

Juniper had continued to lose quite a dramatic amount of weight. While nowhere near what Addison was when she was at her skinniest, she was certainly far lighter than Addison was by the time she came waddling back to her to use her as a motivational coach. She was also planning on turning her channel into a beauty, lifestyle and body positivity channel full time. And she was really body positive….

Except when it came to Addison. 

At first, when working with Addison, Juniper tried to keep things positive, especially with collab videos that she put on her own channel. But after a few comments made their way into a video, the two realized that it did far more engagement numbers than anything else. People wanted more.

And Juniper was more than happy to give it to them.

“Come on, Fatty lift those legs,” barked Juni as Addison ran as hard as she could with her fat bouncing up and down.

Juni regularly liked to spank Addison to move her faster.

“Let’s go, blubber butt. You want to burn these chunky buns off don’t you?”

During a break in the workout, Juni stood in front of the camera with the fat Addison.

“Look at us, piglet. We used to be so different. Now I’ve got the abs, and you’ve got the gut,” she laughed as she pinched and shook Addison’s belly.

“You’ve got quite the jelly belly. Admit it.”

“I… I’ve got quite the jelly belly,” Addison had to admit. She didn’t want to, but she knew it was true and worse still she knew that her humiliation was a major driver for views.

Juni knew it too which is why she kept it up and pushed the boundaries as best she could. 

“So let’s get back to trying to lose it. You want that, don’t you, Fatty?”

“Yes.”

“Then admit it. Admit you’re a fatty for the fine people, a fatty just like the kind of people you used to make fun of.”

“I’m a fatty just like the people I used to make fun of.”

“And you deserve to be humiliated.”

“I deserve to be humiliated,” Addison said with her head hanging low and her double chin inflated.

Juni pinched Addison’s love handles.

“Then let’s get back to work.”

She worked Addison harder all while taunting her relentlessly. And Addison found she still needed to mix things up and do mukbang videos to keep the money steady. She also kept breaking her diet on a regular basis. What did that mean?

It meant that Addison was a yo-yo dieter for several humiliating months, dancing down and back up to 199.

Juniper threw Addison a “piggy party” when she hit the big 2–0-0, complete with an entire sheet cake for her favorite fatty to eat.

Addison was standing around in a skin tight pig costume complete with a rubber nose. Juniper stood with her, behind her, playing with her fat belly, lifting it and shaking it for the camera.

“Here she is, everybody. It’s our favorite piggy ready to celebrate hitting 200 pounds. She’s obese. Isn’t that right, piggy?”

Addison nodded, and her double chin wobbled.

“It’s true. I was a fitness influencer and now I’m obese.”

“And you’re just going to get fatter aren’t you.”

A single tear ran down Addison’s chubby cheeks as she struggled to admit the truth, but she knew she had no choice.

“That’s right. I’m just going to get fatter, and as she admitted this she grabbed her own belly in her hands and began to shake it herself.”

“You’ve given up those silly ideas of getting thin again, or even losing any weight, haven’t you?”

“Yes. I’m giving up.”

“Good, piggy! Let’s celebrate that.”

Juni gestured to the sheet cake which had a big 200 written on it in icing.

“Eat.”

Addison did as she was told and didn’t even bother with her hands. She plowed into the cake with her face, swallowing it bite by bite while snorting like a pig. She felt like a complete hog because she was one, and as each sugary sweet morsel of cake slid down her throat she knew she was condemning herself to a life of gluttony and humiliation, of getting fatter just to see her subscriber count rise.

But she didn’t stop. She kept going, smearing frosting all over her fat face, getting crumbs everywhere. She kept eating until the entire cake was gone and found that sadly… she was still hungry for more.

Six months and fifty pounds later, Addison ran into Breanne again for the first time in a long time.

“Holy shit! Addison is that you?” Breanne was absolutely aghast.

“Y-yeah… it’s me.”

“This is ALL you?” Breanne asked as she gripped Addison’s big blubbery belly with both hands and began to lift it up and down.

“Yeah. It’s all me. I’ve put on a little bit of weight,” blushed Addison as she tried to push Breanne’s hands away.

“Not just a little.”

“Okay. A lot of weight. I’ve gain a lot of weight.”

“You got fat. I mean FAAAAAAT!” laughed Breanne as she began to slap around Addison’s gut, jiggling it in undulating waves with just one had because of its soft consistency.

“Yes. I got fat.”

“I told you you would get fat. And I was right,” said Breanne with a hard poke to Addison’s deep belly button.

“You were right.”

“YOU GOT FAT!” Breanne slapped her knees and practically doubled over in laughter.

“I get it. I got fat. Yes. I’m fat. You were right, and I’m fat.”

“Wow. I mean, I knew you would become a fatty, but you are a FATTY. I mean, you really went whole hog. It’s so gross.” Breanne kept laughing and even threw some oinks right in Addison’s fat face.

“Can we just grab brunch or something?”

“Oh, I’m not hanging out with you. I can’t be seen hanging out with a fat loser like you.”

“B-But.”

“Yeah. Your butt is huge. So waddle on off, now, Piggy.”

Breanne gave a hard spank to Addison’s extremely well padded rear.

“I thought…” Addison was near tears at this betrayal by her former friend, but Breanne was steadfast, cold and indignant.

“I told you not to come blubbering to me when you got a big fat blubber belly. Now that you’re a pig I want nothing to do with you, Fatso. Get your fat ass out of here.” She delivered a second spank and a hard pinch to Addison’s exposed love handle.

Addison just hung her head low and waddled off like she was told to do.

She couldn’t believe that this was what her life had come to. Breanne wasn’t the first of her vain former friends to dump her because she had completely let herself go, and she wouldn’t be the last. And each one that left left Addison feeling more and more isolated which sent her back to the one comfort she could always find, food.

Two years later, Addison's weight seemed to stabilize around three hundred and fifty pounds.

350. It was a hard number to read on the scale. In fact, Addison needed Juniper to read it to her, but she knew that this was her life now, her big fat morbidly obese life. 

“You really did it, Fatso. You’re one hundred pounds heavier than I ever was. That’s tremendous. I bet you’re proud.”

“I…. I’m disgusted.”

“Of course you are. That’s how you’ve always felt about fat people, and now you’re stuck turning it on yourself. I never hated being fat, but you do. And that’s what really makes you pathetic.”

“I am pathetic. I’m a pathetic fatty.”

“You’re so lazy.”

“I’m so lazy.”

“You’re so greedy.”

“I’m so greedy.”

“You can’t stop eating.”

“I can’t. I can’t stop eating. I’m a gluttonous piggy.”

“Say it again.”

“Oink. Oink. I’m a gluttonous piggy. Oink. Oink.”

Her belly was truly enormous now, a stretched out spare tire covered with angry marks from expanding so much, so often and for so long. It was a turgid mass of fat that hung out and over any pants that she was able to somehow squeeze her fat ass into. When it was tight as a massive timpani drum with food, it was a deflated apron of fat that was starting to sag toward her knees. 

Those knees were fat and dimpled as well, a part of a pair of thick wobble legs. She had massive thunder thighs covered in cellulite that forced her to waddle about. They went nicely with her big blubbery ass which completed the fat picture below the waist. Her flabby ass cheeks were also covered with cellulite and were thick and soft like two old pillows that had plenty of give to them.

Back up above what was once her waist before it was completely destroyed by her massive gut and the thick love handles that completed her muffin top, Addison had big surging breasts that rested on the shelf of her belly as blubbery arms with flabby bingo wings and chubby hands with sausage fingers.

Addison’s face was almost unrecognizable with her doughy double chin and fat cheeks. Weirdly, she almost wished her face was fatter so that it would be completely unrecognizable. But it wasn’t to be. When people she knew saw her for the first time in a while, they might not recognize her at first, but eventually it would dawn on them, and then Addison would be greeted with a look that varied. It was always a look of surprise at first and then either disgust, pity or amusement. Usually, it was a combination of the three.

Most of all, Addison hated looking at her face in the mirror and recognizing herself, remembering how slim and sexy and glamorous she was and reminding herself of what she had reduced herself to. While she was no longer gaining tremendous weight every month, Addison knew that surely that number would slowly creep up further as time went by.

The problem was that all Addison could do was make mukbang and humiliation videos. That’s what paid the bills, so she would have to regularly put her big blubbery body on display for the worst people on the internet to laugh at. It’s a shame that Addison never learnt any of the body positivity that Juniper had. If she had been able to let go of her prejudices, she’d probably feel a lot better about what she was doing. Instead she would drag herself past the mirror, and try not to cry as she prepared to stuff herself on camera once again for her “adoring” fans.

She felt like an overstuffed greedy pig who couldn’t stop no matter how much she hated what she had done entirely to herself. She had chosen to go down this road and couldn’t turn back. For her, there was no way to feel slim and sexy and good again. She was stuck living life in the fat lane and the only thing to do was make enough humiliating videos to make enough money to live comfortably. 

So with a stomach that grumbled with both hunger and anxiety, she pressed the record button to start another humiliating day.

“Hey, guys! It’s me, Fatty Addy here with another feast fit for a fat girl like me. Hope you’re ready to watch another hogfest! Today I’m going to be stuffing my big greedy gut with a massive amount of spaghetti and meatballs. Then, I’m going to chase it all down with a big chocolate cake because my big fat piggy ass can’t say no to dessert.”

Fatty Addy shoved both fat hands into the massive bowl and was soon double fisting spaghetti ready to shove both massive handfuls into her mouth. The sauce felt slimy in her hands, and she was both extremely disgusted with herself and extremely hungry and eager to start eating. She found that it was best to just start eating quickly, to get herself into a rhythm and to the point where all she had to think about was the taste of the food and the act of chewing and not how far her life had fallen.

“Oink. Oink. Here I go!”

As Addison dug in, her entire body wobbled. Her pillowy arms quivered as she brought the handfuls of spaghetti to her awaiting mouth, practically drooling as her feast neared. She crammed her chubby cheeks full of spaghetti with no care to the smattering of errant tomato sauce that she got everywhere. Her hands were sauce covered messes that she occasionally licked clean before going back for more.

The spaghetti was rich and slid down easily. She had gotten so used to eating huge quantities of food that this was an easy task. The carbs may have been filling, but she had had much worse.

Even the large greasy meatballs went down with ease. As she bit into them they burst with hot grease that ran down her chins and into her cleavage. Pig that she was, she didn’t care for a second. She just kept scarfing them down. And once that was done it was only a matter of time before she polished off the rest of the spaghetti. She sucked it down and then made a show of running her tongue along the bowl to lick up as much sauce as she could.

“Now it’s time for dessert. I always have room for dessert.”

Addison didn’t even bother to wash her sauce covered hands. She shoved them right into the rich chocolate cake and brought fistfuls two at a time up to her fat face, the chocolate mixing shamelessly from the tomato sauce.

“I’m a real hungry hog. Yes I am. I deserve this.”

Fatty Addy ate the whole cake. She no longer needed Juni to teach her, to motivate her, to humiliate her.

She could do that all on her own.