Big Fat Teasers: Get Ready for Fattest Tuesday and More!

Here are previews of some of the stories I’ll be releasing in the next couple weeks.

On Tuesday, 2/6, I’ll be releasing on my Patreon Volume 10 of my “Fat Trimmings” flash fiction series. To celebrate the 10th volume, it’ll be an extra large edition featuring five stories and over 4,000 words of weight gain related goodness. Here are teasers for all of those stories.

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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.

“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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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Next week, in celebration of Mardi Gras aka Fat Tuesday on my Patreon we’ll be celebrating Fattest Tuesday all week! On Fattest Tuesday proper (2/13), I’ll be dropping not one- but two!- volumes of Fat Trimmings. Fat Trimmings: Volume 11 will also be an extra large edition with five stories and over 5,000 words. Here are some teasers for four of those stories. (You’ll just have to wait for “What If?” Part 11)

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“Beignet and Bust”

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Another beignet, dear?

Of course you want it. You can’t get enough of these sweet treats can you, my little piggy?

I love watching you eat. I could spend all day stuffing your face- and you could too, couldn’t you, piggy? Yes. I’d love nothing more than to lounge around with you and watch the pounds like on.

Sometimes when I’m dreaming I like to play your transformation back in my head, and it’s like a time lapsed photo. There you are standing in your pink bikini with your hands rubbing along you rock hard abs as you turn just enough to show me how proud you are of your pert ass. You look like such a stereotypical hot girl, the kind that knows how hot she is and loves to show it off.

But it doesn’t last for long.

I know how much you secretly love to eat, and know just how to tempt you. It’s so easy it’s almost like you wanted to be fat. But I know you didn’t you hated the idea. Fat people were lazy. They were pigs. I watched the way you sneered at others, shamed them. I heard your cruel, cruel words, and I looked forward to making you eat those words.

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“Getting Into Character”

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It was supposed to be her big break, and all that she had to do was get big.

Rachelle was a fairly successful supermodel with a smoking hot body. She had generous curves, pert breasts with a matching perky ass and a trim hourglass waist that feature delicious abs. She was a statuesque beauty that turned heads wherever she went. She had people eating out of her hands and got whatever she wanted.

It was a sense of power that Rachelle reveled in. She loved to throw her body and her money around and in people’s faces. She loved to taunt others and make them feel in inferior, especially if she was fat. Rachelle hated fat girls. She found them to be lazy and greedy piggies. She enjoyed reminding them of that and was absolutely savage when give the chance.

But Rachelle really wanted to do was act, and while she got roles in a few raunchy comedies and some cheap horror flicks, she had never gotten a chance to get into a movie that would make people think of her as a serious actress.

And then her fat hating antics got the better of her. Rachelle had gone on one fat girl hating rant too many and found herself on the wrong end of being canceled. Sponsors were leaving. Jobs were drying up. Rachelle needed a big gig to turn it all around.

And then, like a miracle, it seemingly came.

A serious movie role that would also help rehab her into a kinder, softer image- emphasis on the softer. The part was Oscar bait, Rachelle would play a young woman, whose life had taken a turn for the worse and managed to turn it back around. The only problem was that she had to gain a sizeable amount of weight to play the down on her luck part. Rachelle absolutely hated the idea of saying goodbye to her perfect figure, even temporarily. She certainly didn’t want to turn herself into a weak, soft, lazy fat ass, but she didn’t see much of a choice. She would lose the weight later and her career would be even better. She could shoot a fitness video to boot!

So on came the doughnuts.

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“Swim Star”

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Veronica was a swimming star, all through high school and college. In the water she was graceful and fast. It’s like she was made to do it, and her body bared that out. Her body was long and lean, lithe, just the right amount of tight wiry muscles in all the right places, honed by hours and hours of practice. It was a body that looked perfect in any kind of swimsuit and could easily put on a show in any number of glamorous outfits.

Her success, coupled with her beauty, made her very popular around campus and beyond. Veronica was frequently invited to parties. She hung on the arms of the most attractive people and held up her nose to everyone else. Her success and popularity had culminated in an extreme amount of arrogance, and the pretty privilege that she felt was very real. People cowered before her, especially those she considered to be out of shape, which, thanks to her extremely trim and athletic people, was most people.

Veronica loathed fat people especially, people who she deemed lazy and irresponsible, people to be alternately pitied and humiliated. She had little time for fat people except to sneer or make fun of them.

Her success as a swimmer was great, but it had its ceiling. Unfortunately, Olympic hopeful doesn’t always translate to Olympic athlete. In fact, most great swimmers don’t even come close. And the money for professional swimmers is an even slimmer prospect. So after college, and one last real try at the Olympics, Veronica had to realize that making a career out of the sport she had dedicated so much of her life wasn’t going to happen, and so she would need to pivot.

So, banking on her athletic figure and her popularity, Veronica became a fitness influencer and a swimsuit model. She got off to a promising start, even though some people thought she definitely came off as rude and arrogant sometimes. Thanks to her good looks, even though she wasn’t making friends, she was making some money.

There was just one problem. And it would become a big problem, a big FAT problem.

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“Customer Satisfaction Guaranteed”

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God, I love fatties.

Love them. Love to see them rolling their fat guts and big butts on in here and stuffing their faces full of grease because they just can’t help but make absolute pigs of themselves. It’s a glorious thing to see. Being here at lunch or dinner time, it’s like a hog call. The piggies just come waddling in to get their fill, and with some of our customers it takes a lot for them to get their fill. But that’s what we’re here for, or at least what I’m here for. For other people, working at Thick Burger might just be another job, a way to get by, to make rent with maybe a little left over for spending money. But not me. Thick Burger is my passion.

Fatties are my passion. Specifically, making fatties fatter is my passion.

No. No. I can get even more specific than that. Set me up again. Kristin, what’s your passion? It’s simple. It’s watching people become fatties. The hotter they are at first, the hotter it is. I love watching people who never thought they could get fat go from hotties to piggies. That’s the best part of working here.

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What about Fat Trimmings: Volume 12?

Here’s some of what you can expect.

“Immobile”: A feeder examines their immobile feedee (First person perspective)

“Teacher Butt”: A hot teacher spends too much time sitting down on the job and faces the consequences

“Getting Fat at Thick Burger”: A fast food addict examines the changes to her formerly slim figure.

“From Author to Subject”: An erotic fiction writer who writes about BBWs finds herself living what she writes about.

What else is coming out during Fattest Tuesday Week?

I’ll be releasing another volume of Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts only on my Patreon which will be based around weight gaining couples. I’ll be releasing Chapter 3 of “Nightmare Pigs”, two chapters of “The Scales of Time” and a new commissioned story entitled “Best of Intentions, Worst of Results” as well as the start of a new longer running story entitled “Bad Influence” which was voted on by my patrons.

Finally, I’ll leave you with one last teaser. On February 8th I’ll be releasing to my patreon a new chapter of “The Scales of Time” entitled Eloise’s Interlude. This chapter will focus on the character of Eloise and I will in fact be releasing two versions of it, one of which will have bonus content and remain exclusive to me Patreon.

Here’s a teaser for it (Warning: This teaser continues huge spoilers for Chapter 4 of “The Scales of Time”. You may wish to read that chapter, currently only available on my patreon, first):

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Eloise used to spring out of bed in the morning. Her lithe body would leap into action, ready to take on the day, full of life and energy.

Now as her alarm blared, her chubby hand groped desperately for the source of the headache currently pounding in her fat head. The fat on her arm wobbled helplessly as she patted around for her phone currently lost amongst her bed sheets along with several candy wrappers.

Eloise hadn’t always been a serial snacker, in fact up until a few days ago, she had abhorred the idea of ingesting excess sugar. Her body was a temple, but now…

Now it was a gluttonous mess.

And Eloise couldn’t stop herself from eating chocolate even if she wanted to. It was like the fat that had piled onto her body came with a compulsion, a need to stuff itself regularly with junk food, and as she did so, the girl who had once been so slim and sexy and glamorous had quickly settled into her new role as a sedentary sow, a greedy little piglet, a fat girl who had no care for quality of food she stuffed her fat face with or the mess she left behind.

It was quite a fall that Eloise had taken, going from being a pretty popular cheerleader, a powerful witch in her own right, a glamor girl who others cowered in front of to being a bloated, powerless porker who was weary at just the idea of having to move in the morning. Just a few days ago she had felt like a princess. Now she felt like a pig, the biggest, fattest loser she knew.

As Eloise struggled to find her phone, she dreaded the things that she knew were in front of her for the day: Having to shower, forced to feel her fat flabby body as cleaned herself before struggling to get dressed and then struggling once again with her newly enormous appetite, her pretty, jerk of a sister, her lousy job as a cafeteria worker, the cruel jabs of her former friends and the petty laughter of people she once used to look down upon. Eloise remembered all of the joy and promise that her life used to have as her thoughts were interrupted by the rumbling of her greedy pot belly signaling its desire to be filled with a big, greasy, calorie bomb breakfast. She wished she could just stuff her face in bed and not have to face the rest of the day.

Eventually the big lazy pig fumbled around long enough to find her phone and turn off her alarm. Then, with an annoyed grunt, Eloise realized it was time to begin the arduous process of getting her fat body out of bed.

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That’s it for now. I hope you’ve enjoyed these teasers, and I hope you will enjoy the stories to come.