"Fat Trimmings" Volume 10 (XL Edition)

In celebration of this being Volume 10, enjoy over 4,000 words of fatty fun.

“Fat with a Zap”

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Once the ray hit her, there went her abs. A lifetime of work, of diet and exercise, went down the toilet as the muscles  began to quiver and atrophy and spill outward in a thick roll of flab. Her sexy washboard abs had been her prized possession, her go to weapon when flaunting her body in front of others. And it was all going to waste, turning into a turgid pot belly, a big blubbery gut.

The idea of going from the peak of physical fitness to a pig sent her into a panic.

It was rather funny to watch her scream and try to push the fat back in. Her hands gripped at the roll of fat and pinched, punched and squeezed to try and make it so that none of this was happening, but of course it was. She was doomed. She just didn’t want to admit it yet.

As she squished her belly fat, she screamed again when she noticed that the hands that were pushing against the fat were now fat themselves. She held her hands up to her face and examined the sausage-like fingers. Then her attention shot downward.

That’s the moment she realized that her thighs were now touching. It was undeniable. Pale, pasty pudge was pressing together.

It took some work to fully assess the damage down there. She had to push her new belly out of the way a bit, but her legs were now safely what one would call thunder thighs, and they were quickly filling with fat and cellulite and bordering on being called tree trunk. They were graced with saddlebags and a matching set of cankles. Even her feet were swollen with fat. She would have stayed fixated on them if it weren’t for the ripping sound.

She felt the back of her shorts tear as her ass ballooned outward, two jumbo jiggling cheeks. Her hands flew right to them and she felt the soft, pliable flab ooze between her fingers. She tried with her ass to squeeze it all back in just like she tried to do with her big fat pot belly, but this too was an obvious failure. The bulging blubber kept pushing forward as her thick muffin top grew fatter and fatter blooming outward and over her overtaxed pants.

As she heard the laughter around her, she felt like a big bloated pig at a fair, a fat hog being weighed and measured and presented to others as a show to gawk at. She felt like in an instant she had gone from popular princess to a piggish loser- because she had. She knew in an instant she had lost everything she prized most, her slim and sexy body replaced with that of a fat girl. She was a fat girl now. A lard ass, a pig, a cow, a big fat fatty.

Oink oink. Call her Fatso.

The only thing the ray left her with was her beautiful face. Once perfectly angular, it was only slightly softened. When she hung her head in shame, a small double chin would form, but other than that she stayed completely recognizable so everyone who knew her would be able to tell that the fat woman in front of them was indeed the one they had known as a skinny bitch. It was an incredible curse to make sure that everyone knew exactly who it was they were making fun of.

To ensure that she would never lose any weight, the fat ray also was sure to readjust her appetite. Her body was now craving fatty foods, grease and sugar. An overwhelming sense of hunger had overcome her, and without thinking about it, she eagerly plowed into the stack of burgers that was set in front of her. Midway through she realized what she was doing and tried to stop, but it only took a few seconds and a few tears in her eyes to realize that that was impossible. She couldn’t fight the hunger. She went right back to stuffing her face with full knowledge that this was her future. Her thoughts were clear and she had to acknowledge that her destiny was to consume and grow fatter as the ray not only grew her fat cells and increased her appetite, but it also slowed her metabolism. Yes. She was destined to be huge.

She wants to begin again. She wishes all of this fat would just melt off of her, but the only thing that’s melting is the impressive amount of butter that she cakes her food in. She tries to fight her appetite but can’t help but gorge herself on greasy food, consistently adding more junk to her trunk.

She hates it all. She hates looking at her body, feeling her body, squeezing her blubbery flab in her hands or even just feeling the weight of her body as the fat swishes about and she waddles through the house. She used to be an athlete, a runner and a cheerleader, so the feeling of her thighs rubbing together and the helplessness of knowing that the thick fat has forced them apart and taken her ability to run away from her is exceptionally distressing. She misses being able to move freely and feels imprisoned by lard.

She especially hates how her face is still fatter but recognizable, how everyone can see from her face that she used to be skinny. She loathes how everyone she ever used to make fun of can revel in her downfall, call her names and taunt her with every mean thing she has ever said. And she hates how her former friends seem to take special glee in her misfortunes and watching her wallow in fat and misery.

But what she hates the most is that she knows there’s no going back. No matter what she does now, she is going to continue to be a big fat piggy forever.

Hopefully she’s learned her lesson and knows better than to make fun of the fat nerdy guys.

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“Runway No More”

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She used to strut. Now she waddles.

Good. She deserves it.

She was always one of those women who had a naturally “hot” body. She didn’t have to work to have confidence and it took even less to get modeling work. People fell all over her without her even having to try. It always came easy to her, and with no need to work on her body, she didn’t really feel a need to work on her personality either.

So she was a cruel bitch, always putting others down. Always without a kind word to say. Her mouth was full of mean names for people, like piggy, cow, or sow.

But nowadays the words that come out of her mouth are few and far between. That’s mostly because her mouth is so often filled with food. She disgusts herself with how much she eats, with how much tighter her already large clothes are still getting. She hates the way her belly sags and her thighs rub together. She feels like a complete slob who can’t get their life together.

And she can’t.

Wouldn’t you like to know what life is like now for this hottie turned fatty?

Without her beauty she is lost. Without her confidence she doesn’t know what to do and so it’s like she’s waddling around in a stupor hoping to find her answers in chocolate bars and ice cream cones.

She could have been a plus sized model, you know. Her body still had the look for it once she started gaining weight. She was thick in all the right places at first. But her fat hatred was so internalized that she couldn’t bring herself to do that. She didn’t want to be seen by others. The scorn of her friends and their sneaky social media posts didn’t help.

“She used to be so svelte and now she’s a pig! #Fit2Fat #Hot2Not”

“She’s a #Piggy #Fatso #LardAss”

“Look at that flabby body! She used to have model hard abs. Not anymore! #BlubberButt #PotBelly #Whale”

That was enough derision to already confirm her anti-fat bias.

Even today she could be at least a fetish model. She could make good money shaking her ass and belly for some strangers. Plenty of people would pay plenty of money to watch her eat. She could live fat and happy if she allowed herself to.

But she won’t. So instead she’ll take the quietest job she can think of, something out of the way where people won't notice the big fat girl or at least won’t take the time to give her a second glance. She takes a job where she feels she will be invisible because people like that were always invisible to her.

And that’s how she’s gone from a supermodel to a maid.

Every day she crams herself into her maid’s uniform. Her belly surges outward and strains the straps of her apron. She is quite the sight with her once pert butt practically hanging out as her flabby ass cheeks sag downward and peek out from underneath her too tight skirt.

She’s a wide woman waddling about, wearing a tight uniform that barely contains her bulbous curves, scrubbing toilets, washing floors and throwing out garbage. Hers is a life of laundry and loathing.

She used to turn heads. Now nobody looks at her. Or, if they happen to catch a glance it’s often with a look of disgust followed by some kind of cutting remark.

She used to be the one with unkind words. Now she is the one who is demean, called piggy, cow, or sow. Occasionally, her former friends will check up on her. They’re the ones who revel in her descent the most. They love that she’s become a fat flabby loser, a subservient sow. They find the schadenfreude to be delicious, and when those catty bitches are around, they always drive her to stuff her face even more. They love to point out that she’ll never be thin again. She’s a lard ass forever, a perfectly plump piggy with no future prospects. They love to remind her about the simple truth of how far she has fallen.

She used to be a model. Now she’s a maid.

This is her life, and she is fat and miserable.

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“Car Trouble”

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Getting out of the car is an issue for her nowadays. So is getting into the car. Hell, so is the simple act of sitting in the car, especially if she’s trying to drive. Her stomach is so large that even with the seat pushed all the way back it still almost brushes against the steering wheel. And she eats so much that she’s going to get to touching it eventually. It’s only a matter of time before that gut is fully pressed against the wheel and she’s not going to be able to move that wheel as it’s enveloped in fat. Her driving days are limited.

Which is probably for the best since her incredibly bulk makes moving in and out of it as difficult as it does. With all that thick quivering flesh that shudders in waves at the slightest movement, getting around at all is going to be limited. As the number on the scale keeps going up, the number of days she has being able to get around on her own goes down.

Just look at her.

She is an absolutely ham beast of a fat woman, a great lumbering mass of blubber with tremendous thighs twice the size of some people’s waists. They are dripping with cellulite rich fat that droop and roll over her knees. Her whole body is composed of  shelves of fat sloppily organized into gigantic rolls that fight the eye for attention. Every part of her sticks out far enough to make traversing exceedingly difficult, not just because carrying that much bulk makes her incredibly tired after just a few steps, but because the sheer width of her body made bumping into things more than a habit.

Her double belly lurches forward as if it’s always looking for food. It bounces with each wobbling step eager to fill itself with a new feast. Everything one could think of ends up in that gut. But mostly it is filled with greasy fast food meals and sugary snacks. It doesn’t really matter though. The calories that are consumed are so countless that it doesn’t make sense to track the kinds of food either. It’s just a nonstop cycle of food to fat. She is seldom seen not eating, and that’s why she has such a thick spare tire wrapped around her waist and paired with meaty love handles and thick rolls of back fat.

Her belly even outpaces her breasts which is impressive because her breasts are two massive udders that sage with stretchmarked fat. T. Above them is her fat face with multiple drooping chins. She is a truly obese hog of a woman complete with weak bingo winged arms.

In the opposite direction of her tits and belly, her fat ass justs outward and sags downward, two giant bags of squishy lard. They are overful pillows of fat, huge wobbling cushions that sway every which way whenever she waddles about. Of course, her waddling is limited these days because it tires her so, and that ass plays a big role in tiring her out, that and all the other rolls on her body.

Even eating makes her winded, and she eats a lot. Yes. There’s not much she can do other than eat.

And that’s why her days driving her car are so limited. She’s still gaining weight with no sign of stopping. So soon she’ll stop driving. And eventually she’ll stop walking too. The day is close.

Soon she’ll sit down on the couch and just stay there forever.

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“Tiny Tina Gets Tubby”

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Tina won’t be making fun of fat girls anymore.

That used to be one of her favorite things to do. She loved to show off her body, flaunt her abs, literally run circles around people with her long lean legs. She used to love to show off her metabolism and eat large meals, stuff her face with junk food in front of the fat girls, taunt with the food they wanted to eat and the fact that she could do it without gaining a pound.

“I bet you’re gaining weight just from looking at this. Aren’t you, fatty?” She would tease.

“You fat slobs wish you could eat like me. You wish you had my body, Fatsos. Just look at this abs. Look at my perfect butt. I’m everything you fat piggies will never be.”

Trim Tina, Tiny Tina, Tight Body Tina, that’s what she was known as. Her abs were visible, her legs were tight and toned. Tina’s ass was a perfect heart shape. Even her feet and fingers were dainty. Tina was an incredibly petite person and she rocked it. The only tiny part of Tina that she didn’t like were her breasts, but she made up for that by largely pointing out the faults in others.

She loved to think about mean things to say to people, names to call them, jokes to make. Women she disliked were: Piggy, Lard Ass, Wide Load, Blubber Butt, Cow, Whale, Porker, Oinker, Piggy Piggy Oink Oink. The list could go on. If anything, Tina’s favorite word for people was piglet. She just loved the way that rolled off the tongue.

“Hey there, piglet. What are you stuffing your face with today?”

“You’re a naughty little piglet, aren’t you?”

“Sneaking snacks, aye, piglet?”

“Oink oink, little piglet. This is why you’re so fat.”

And when the words weren’t enough, Tina loved the idea that she could freeze a fat girl with a look and shut them down with a sneer. She loved the power she had to make fat women feel inferior to her.

Tina was on top of the world.

And then Tina fell, both metaphorically and in a very literal sense.

One day, while out jogging, Tina tripped on an unfortunately raised piece of concrete and ended up both tearing her ACL and shattering her knee when she hit the ground. It was a large amount of damage which meant a large amount of being in bed and a large loss of physical activity. Unfortunately for Tina, this did not coincide with a large change to her diet which meant that Tina Tina ended up getting quite large.

You see, Tina ended up suing over her fall and won herself a pretty sizable settlement, and all of the pain from the accident and boredom that came with her sizable amount of downtime meant that Tina spent a sizable amount of her settlement indulging in an incredible amount of food. Tina’s already sizable appetite, combined with a sizable increase in her snacking, meant that Tina’s waistline saw sizable growth, and it was not surprising that she was having to upsize her clothing so often.

Designer jeans and skirts soon became sweatpants, and even those started to be outgrown.

Tiny Tina became Tubby Tina, and she wasn’t just tubby either. She really flabbed out, flubbed up, packed on the pounds.

She got downright fat.

Tubby Tina got some thick thunder thighs, fleshy, flabby thighs long devoid of any of the muscle they used to know, big tree trunks that rubbed together and gave the girl who used to love to run a pronounced waddle. Even her feet got fat, swollen from lack of activity.

Those thighs got pair with a big fat, blubbery butt, an ass that wobbled with each step. Covered in cellulite, her chunky caboose devolved from a pert, heart shape into a shapeless mass of flubber. It was the kind of ass that turned heads and then turned them away in laughter.

Tina’s arms also lost all definition and became flabby limbs with jiggly bingo wings that wobbled whenever she moved her arms. They were hypnotically jiggly. And even her hands grew chubby. Her fingers matched her toes once again as they all became thick like sausages.

Tina’s abs melted into a big piggy pot belly, a mass of jiggling fat that hung over the waistband of any pants that she wore and spilled out from under any of her shirts. It was embarrassingly large and flabby, a real spare tire that threatened to, over time, turn itself into a true double belly if Tina wasn’t careful. Her gut stretched out and came with thick love handles and back rolls to form a large muffin top that wrapped itself completely around her lost waistline. Her pudgy paunch liked to bounce with every movement. It liked to burst buttons and lurch itself forward out past her breasts.

Unfortunately for Tubby Tina, her breasts were the only part of her that remained tiny. In comparison to the rest of her, any growth that they had was greatly outpaced by her burgeoning belly and the rest of her fat body. Therefore, Tubby Tina’s tits stayed tiny and mere became soft and saggy disappointments. Now a fat girl on the itty bitty titty committee, Tina was an easy target for ridicule.

In fact, Tubby Tina had become a big fat target for ridicule now that she was a “greedy little piglet” as people loved to call her.

“Look who got fat. It’s Tubby Tina.”

“Hey, Tubby Tina, you’re a naughty piglet. Aren’t you? Bet you can’t stop sneaking snacks, you greedy girl.”

“You used to be so hot. Now you’re a fat flabby pig. Such a shame, Tubby.”

“Who’s the fat girl now, lard ass? I’m thinner than you, and I love it. No more lording your abs over me. You’ve grown quite the gut, piggy. Tubby Tina with the tubby gut!”

Tina found people she used to make fun of now taking great joy in poking her tubby tummy, pinching her, poking her, shaking her fat.

Her confidence shattered, Tubby Tina felt like a fat loser because that’s what she had become, and the people she used to make fun of were not going to let her forget it.

“Welcome to the world of the porkers, piglet. Why don’t you oink for us, Fatso.”

“Yeah, Piggy Piggy Oink Oink. Oink like the oinker you are, Tubby Tina.”

And sometimes Tubby Tina would give in and oink just to get people to leave her alone.

Tubby Tina knew deep down that this is what she deserved for all her years of tormenting others, and she knew that with her leg and her appetite she was already too far gone. Soon she would be Two Hundred Pound Tina, then more. There was no going back for her.

She was Tubby Tina forevermore.

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What If? (Part 10)

What if they don’t like her?

That’s the thought that’s running through her head as she stares at her computer, looking right down the barrel of her webcam while her finger hovers over her mouse. She’s moments from starting a livestream and her fat body is wiggling in fear. She can feel the cold sweat of nerves, and as her nervous hand trembles over her mouse, hesitant to click on the button to start her stream, that one movement makes her whole soft, flabby arm wobble.

What if they don’t like her? That question keeps echoing in her mind.

She’s used to not being liked. So many of her friends have turned their back on her by now. She’s grown accustomed to the stares that she gets, the jokes at her expense, and the cruel comments that people leave about her on social media. She is painfully aware of how fat she is and how much people love to remind her of how hot she used to be, what a shame it is that she’s put on so much weight.

She’s used to the hate. It’s the same kind of cruelty she used to subject others too until she began to embrace who she truly is.

But this. This is supposed to be different. This is supposed to be the kind of people who will love her body, drool over her fat belly and thick thighs, call her a piggy but in the best of ways. This is supposed to be her crowd. Forget about being worshiped (like she used to be when she was slim and sexy), what if these people don’t even like her. What if she’s not fat enough for them? What if they reject her? Can she handle that?

She has to. Money is running out and she needs more food to stuff her greedy belly with.

So she presses the button.

And she goes live.

And after a timid introduction, as the first few fans trickle in, she’s happy that the picture of her looking extra bloated in her pink bikini was enough of a preview to land at least a few people right away, she got into the main part of her performance.

She begins to dance for her new fans.

She rubs her chubby hands across her thick thighs, sinking her fingers into the soft flesh as she ran them up her chunky legs. Teasingly, she touches her belly, runs her fingers just along the underside of her pot belly as it hung over her bikini bottoms. Then she gives her belly pudge a little flip but didn’t linger for long. She wants to draw the belly play out and save some for later.

Instead her hands slide back to her hips and then around as she begins to gyrate her hips and dance around in a circle.

It’s clear she used to be a cheerleader, and a dancer from the way she still knows how to move her body. Her chunky body with its jiggling fat makes it clear that her days of being a cheerleader are long gone and unlikely to ever return.

The fat around her hips forms folds as she gyrates around. Her stomach bounces and jiggles as she slides her chubby thumbs between her chunky love handles and the waistband of her panties. She spins around and bounces her big ass cheeks up and down. She teases flashing the full thing but leaves just the tempting tops of her luscious cheeks showing.

Then she turns around again and leans forward to give a full view of the tops of her bountiful breasts with her pot belly surging forward and leaning out past her breasts. She uses her chubby arms to squeeze everything together and gives a little shake.

Her chubby hands slide down her chests and to her piggy little gut. She rolls the fat in her hands, gives her belly a shake and slap and smiles as she watches the viewer and subscriber counts go up. Her viewers are putty in her hands just like her pliable pudge.

She looks over at a white box at her side and slowly reaches for it. The fat on her arm wobbles. She opens the box and looks down at its still hidden contents. Her double chin inflates as she looks down and smiles. Then she turns the box toward her audience and they can see the sinful treats she has.

Six deliciously fattening doughnuts.

Can she eat them all in one sitting?

Will she?

Not just yet.

She’s going to make them all wait just a little longer.