"Fat Trimmings" Volume 21

This is actually a good deal longer than I thought it would be, topping out at over 3,300 words for three stories. "This Belly" is pretty short, and I figured at least one of the other two would be shorter as well, but then I decided to do a sequel to my fattening notebook story from volume 20, and that and the Thick Burger story just really flowed.

Enjoy!

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“This Belly”

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When’d you get this belly? This is new, isn’t it? Looks like you’ve put on a little weight. Haven’t you, you? I mean. It’s obvious. You’ve got a belt now. Everyone can see that. It’s peeling out from under your t-shirt. You’ve got this cute little roll of belly fat coming out to say hello, a pasty pit of pudge where your precious abs used to be. 

You used to love showing off your abs, flashing them to people, rubbing your hands up and down them. You’ve always been such a braggart. And now what? You don’t want to show off this new belly of yours? I don’t think you have much choice. Judging by the way it’s sneaking out from under your shirt and spilling over your pants, I’d say it wants to be known.  

Oh! It’s so soft. Look at this thing. It’s like a squishy little sponge of fat. So fun to play with, to flip and pinch and jiggle. This is funny as hell. I love it, love your little belly pudge. I think it’s the cutest thing. 

Don’t you just love its little wobbly? I think my favorite part about your belly is the way it just does what it wants. Shirts be damned. It wants to be seen. You want to move one way, it wants to jiggle in another. It’s fun to watch your fat just sort of slosh around. I want to see more of it. 

Don’t you?

Come on. Be honest. 

I think it’s a good thing. It’s a sign that you’re happy, that you’re giving into indulgence and enjoying yourself. You’ve got the comfort of being able to eat as much as you want. You know, in the old days, being fat was a sign of wealth. Artists used to sculpt and paint fat women as the highest symbols of beauty. I miss those days very much. 

But they could be here again. 

All you have to do is keep giving in. Keep indulging. Embrace the belly. Let it grow. You can do that. Cant you? Let the fat fill you up the way your body has always wanted it. Let it wrap you in a soft cocoon of adipose. You’ll be so much safer in a nice pillowy cushion of fat, soft, squeezable, pliable fat. That’s the key. Wide hips, and thick thighs to go with a well padded ass. You have the potential for some killer curves. Just look at where that weight is landing already. 

I’ll even pay for all the new clothes once you outgrow these. Won’t that be fun? New look! New you! Bold and fat and sexy as hell. 

The belly is just a start. You’ll get a beautiful blubbery butt that’ll bounce up and down in time with your belly, two delightfully chunky cheeks, extra junk in the trunk, more cushion for the pushin. Won’t we have fun with that? Hours and hours of fun with that. 

And the food? The food will be the best. Anything you’ve ever wanted, anything you can think of, anytime at all, it can all be yours. 

That’s right. I can see the hunger in your eyes. I already know what your answer is. You’re going to eat whatever I give you. You’re going to give in to your desires. You’re going to get fatter.

This belly is only the beginning.

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“A Few Quick Notes”

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Asami stared at the notebook in her hands as she sat on the park bench. She wasn’t sure exactly why she felt the need to come to the park on this day, but it was like something inside her told her that the park was the ideal place to cause some troub- I mean mayhe- I mean fun. It was the best place to have some fun and definitely not do irreparable damage to innocent people. No. Anyone she used the notebook on would definitely deserve it just like her vain co-workers, and that lady who cut in front of her at the bakery this morning.

Asami had been waiting patiently, getting ready to order her usual double half-caf mochacocoachino with oatmilk and whipped cream and a double chocolate chip muffin when this skinny bitch full of pretty privilege cut in front of her and demanded to be served first. Well, that was something old Asami might have just let slide, but now, notebook wielding Asami certainly wasn’t going to stand for that.

“The woman who cut in front of me is going to gain fifty pounds in the next minute and only barely fit in her clothes. She will simply think she needs to be better about her dieting, but she is now addicted to muffins and chocolate and will come here every day and gain two hundred pounds over the next year.”

The woman’s frame began to widen as she took on a noticeably pear shape. Her thighs thickened and grew wide saddlebags, and her ass grew wide and dumpy as two blubbery cheeks filled her slack to near bursting. Instead of ripping they looked uncomfortably tight and incredibly unflattering now that her ass was so soft and saggy. They were stretched tight enough to reveal the dimples of cellulite that covered her chunky cheeks. Beyond her thickening ass and thighs, the woman also grew a noticeable muffin top that pushed her blouse up and poured over the waistband of her slacks. Her trim middle was now a prominent pot belly that jiggled as she took her much larger order and turned to walk- almost waddle but not quite- away.

By the time Asami was exiting with her order, the woman was working her way through the third of six muffins, and Asami was now looking forward to checking in on her new favorite regular from time to time.

Back at the park, Asami sucked down the last of her mochacocoachino and looked around for potential vic- people to change. As her eyes settled upon a group of vain looking joggers, two women and a man, she knew that they would be a perfect group to start with. 

She looked at their slim bodies, so sculpted. They were just showing off, making everyone else feel bad. Life must be so easy for them. The world would be much better off if they learned what it was like to exercise and yet never be able to lose those stubborn pounds, so she opened her notebook and began to write.

“As they run, each of these three will gain thirty pounds and will never be able to lose the weight no matter how much they work out.”

The next time the three joggers came back past Asami, they were no longer in-shape hardbodies. Instead they were sucking air and looking much chubbier. Rather than looking like the kind of people that run every day, they looked like a bunch of couch potatoes struggling through a New Year’s revolution. They looked like sweaty, out of shape tubbos. They were all lucky to be wearing athletic wear because otherwise they would have split their clothes instead of just spilling out of them.

One of the women had a big muffin top with a ridiculously jiggly pot belly that shook wildly with every step. It was a chunky, sloshing mess pair with thick wobbling love handles. While she had clearly gained weight all over (her thighs were quite wobbly), it was her belly and her breasts that bore the brunt of her weight gain. Her breasts were heavy and strained her sports bra which gave them little support and left them heaving to and fro and causing her to noticeably slow down to readjust herself on multiple occasions.

The man looked equally unsupported as the thirty pounds of fat he had gained went predominant to his torso. Unfortunately for him, he had been showing off his shredded body by running shirtless, and now he was rocking a pretty flabby dad bod complete with an ex-jock style beer belly and an outrageous set of man boobs that flopped in the breeze. Asami could see that his face was as red as a tomato, and she assumed that half of it was from being exhausted and the other half of it was humiliation from feeling like a pathetic jiggling fat boy with his moobies out for all to gawk at.

The second woman was a much more bottom heavy affair. Her thighs took the brunt of her weight gain. While she also had a jiggly muffin top, the most noticeable thing about her were the way that her thunder thighs slapped together as she ran. The flabby thighs quivered and smacked and rubbed together and looked like she was well on her way to becoming a waddler. As the trio passed, Asami watched as the second woman bounced. She had developed quite a flabby blubber butt that was spilling out of her ill-fitting shorts, and her tubby thighs were covered in cellulite.

The trio of formerly fit individuals were now cursed with finding out what it was like to be a normal out of shape member of society forever chasing the stereotypical ideal of thinness. This thought made Asami chuckle.

It also made another woman laugh out loud. Another skinny bitch, fresh off getting a hotdog from a vendor, laughed at the trio as they went by and made some unflattering oinking noises. Asami decided that this would never do.

“The woman with the hotdog will gain two hundred and fifty pounds within the next minute and will be spilling out of her clothes. (Asami didn’t want her clothes to blow and cause too much of a scene.) When she goes to the doctor, they will simply diagnose her with a sudden glandular condition. She will never lose the weight no matter how hard she diets and exercises, but she will also have no other medical problems. (Asami wanted her to live a long time at this new weight.)”

As the vain woman took a bite of her hotdog, she was suddenly struck with an unexplainable but panic inducing feeling. It started as a faint tingling at the tips of her fingers and toes, a sensation that quickly spread throughout her body like wildfire.

Before she could even begin to comprehend what was happening, the woman felt herself swelling up like a balloon, her once-slender frame expanding before her eyes as if possessed by some unseen force. It was like someone had a pump and was inflating her, but instead of air it was jiggling fat. With each passing second, she grew larger and larger, her clothes straining at the seams as they struggled to contain her ballooning form.

She was no longer laughing now as her  arms and legs swelled to twice their normal size. She developed hefty wobbling bingo wings and tree trunk like thunder thighs that shook as the rest of her Her once-flat stomach bulged outwards, rounding and softening with each passing moment as layer upon layer of fat piled on top of one another. It filled out and sagged down as it became a massive spare tire that spilled out from under her shirt and over the waistband of her pants. It fought gravity for as long as it could until it couldn’t anymore and started to sage toward her fat knees.

But perhaps the most shocking transformation of all was the change that took place in the vain woman’s face. Once angular and sculpted, it now swelled and distorted beyond recognition, her features disappearing beneath the layers of fat that continued to accumulate with alarming speed. She developed a doughy double chin and then a third as her cheeks turned to jiggling jowls.

As onlookers stared in disbelief, the woman continued to balloon outwards, her once-slender figure now swollen and bloated beyond all recognition. In the span of just one minute, she had gained the full, staggering, two hundred and fifty pounds, her body transformed into a grotesque parody of its former self. 

As the woman stood there, her newfound bulk swaying unsteadily with each labored breath, she struggled to think about what to do next now that she was an overinflated caricature of her former self. In a panic, she waddled off as fast as her fat legs would carry her. She was determined to make it to a doctor and figure out what the hell was wrong with her. Remarkably, she didn’t have to stop every few feet to catch her breath as she was afraid she would have to do.

Asami nodded at her latest piece of work, closed the notebook and headed off to another part of the park to find some more people to toy with.

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“Trained on Thick Burger”

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Amber was a personal trainer with a wicked little secret.

She loved the idea of making people fat.

Amber loved the idea of turning fit people into fatties specifically. 

Her job theoretically often required her to help people lose weight, and she did. She enjoyed pushing her fat clients super hard, making them struggle, especially when inevitably compared to her own physical fitness. Amber loved to show off during training sessions. Most of them didn’t complain because Amber’s harsh measures got them results. But what Amber loved even more than pushing fatties hard to lose weight was watching them yo-yo back up when she eased off. She loved those “I told you so” moments and the amount of control that gave her.

What she loved most was messing with her thinner clients, the vainer the better. She would encourage them to drink too much protein shake and give them workouts that seemed effective but weren’t. Then, when they inevitably gained weight instead, she’d chastise them for what they must be doing outside the gym and highlight their new problem areas in humiliating fashion.

Amber dreamed about making vain, fit hotties like herself into fat pigs and humiliating them. The thought of turning prom queen, head cheerleader types into pigs excited her to know end, and whenever she had the opportunity to send someone thin down the path to becoming a fatty, she took it.

And she was most excited about fattening up her latest project, her girlfriend.

Kara had been Amber’s girlfriend for going on two years now. She was a twenty-seven year old accountant with quite the figure. The two had met in the gym, not as client and trainer but as mutual fitness aficionados with an immediate attraction to each other’s bodies. Kara had been exactly what Amber was looking for, head cheerleader, prom queen, sorority president, and vain as all hell. She had even done some part-time modeling work when she first graduated college. Despite transitioning to an office job full-time, Kara had managed to maintain her slim and sexy figure. 

After two years together, Amber was determined to change that. 

That’s where Thick Burger came in. They had just opened a new location near the gym, and Amber was already well aware of the effects it was having on her clients. It was the kind of place that left Amber feeling like she would be rolling in dough thanks to her new doughier clients struggling to fight off the gains from their Thick Burgers feasts, fighting losing battles for the most part. She was eager to use this to shape her vain girlfriend into her ideal big fat fantasy.

It all started with a lunch date between sessions that Amber had with clients. Then it was an after work dinner date, then brunch on the weekend. Soon, Thick Burger became a regular part of their rotation, and shortly after that it became their most popular spot. From the first bite it was clear that such a thing was an inevitability. Kara moaned at the first greasy bite of her first ever Thick Burger burger. As grease dribbled down her chin, she was onto her second bite before she even swallowed her first. She practically inhaled her burger, and this became a regular habit of hers. Kara also became hopelessly addicted to both the sweet potato tots and the onion rings, and when she could no longer decide between the two, she started ordering both with a side of fries.

Eventually, Kara’s fit figure gave in to the fattening. The calories in became far more than the calories out, and the pounds started to pile on. Given Kara’s sedentary office job, it was not surprising that most of those pounds found her way to her lower half, turning Kara’s sculpted rear end into a blobby, blubber mess and giving her a thick pair of thunder thighs. As Kara became a fatty, her ass grew wider and wider. With the musculature that she lost as the greasy meals left her too lethargic to workout, her blubber butt became increasingly soft and saggy. Her lean legs got delicious thunder thighs that smacked and rubbed together, and her entire body grew layers of softness that jiggled even as she did something as simple as eat.

And she ate a lot.

Thick Burger trained her stomach well, and in response to that training, her stomach became a bulging belly, a greedy gut filled with food and fat all the time. Kara became a true glutton in every sense of the word, and it wasn’t long at all before the previously vain and outgoing woman full of ambition was an average obese office worker content with her midlevel job that paid her growing food bills. Her life outside of work used to be full of social activities. But as her fit friends teased and eventually abandoned her, Kara’s life outside of work became about sleeping and eating, lots and lots of eating. The only physical activities she engaged in anymore were with her girlfriend.

Amber loved Kara’s growing curves. She also loved to taunt her precious pet piggy as she gradually became even more pathetically helpless. There was an incredible sense of power that Amber felt, a power that went to her head… and her waistline.

What Amber didn’t realize, as she was feeding Kara, was just how much she was consuming herself. And since the greasy lunches left her lethargic she stopped regularly showing off for her later clients and ended up cutting a lot of her own regular workouts which meant that her calories out was collapsing. This led to weight gain. At first, Amber tried to shrug it off. She ensured herself that it was all for the greater good. She could afford to put a few pounds on herself if it meant really packing them onto Kara. And she was certain that, as a dedicated athlete her entire life, any pounds that she put on could be easily shed.

She was wrong. And her miscalculation was a very fattening mistake. Amber soon grew a very big belly. Her abs turned into flab that constantly bulged over the waistband of her pants and oozed out from under her shirts. She had a mighty muffin top that replaced her previous trim waist. Amber became absolutely apple shaped. While she also grew thunder thighs and a soft, blubbery butt, the majority of her weight gain settled around her greedy gut and her heavy, sagging breasts, another change that made working out even more difficult. Less workouts more pounds.

Eventually, the porky personal trainer found herself out of a job. It turns out that a lot of her clients weren’t exactly keen to take fitness advice from a fatty who was getting fatter by the day. Amber found the whole thing humiliating. Before she was ultimately let go, she was subject to a string of humiliations from clients who enjoyed how the tables had turned to bosses and colleagues who berated her for turning into a pig. With her head hung low, and her double chin wobbling, Amber eventually waddled out of the gym never to return.

Instead, she waddled across the street and got a brand new job as a proud and pudgy Thick Burger employee. It was an easy gig that she was more than qualified for, and, most importantly, it came with a great employee discount that Amber was eager to take full advantage of. After all, she may have gotten fat.

But she could make sure that Kara stayed fatter.