"Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts" Volume 4 (Super Stuffed Slob Edition!)

Enjoy over 8,000 words spread across five different short stories featuring weight gain, revenge, riches to rags, and of course slob, lots and lots of sloppy stuff (which might not be your thing, and that's okay.)

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“Prim and Proper to Pig”

Katherine was a prim and proper lady, the kind of woman who was always impeccably dressed, wearing the finest perfumes and maintaining what she considered the most important of social graces, cleanliness and good manners- well good manners except to those she held her nose up to which was quite a lot of- if not most- people.

See, Katherine had a lot of money and with wealth privilege and pretty privilege put together, it made for a pretty dangerous Katherine felt were beneath her. She had long gotten away with being the pretty little rich girl orphan coasting on sympathy until people realized what a horrible person she actually was, and by then it was often too late to do anything about it. Katherine had weaved a powerful web and used it to climb the social ladder. She had money, looks and power.

But it’s funny how quickly life can change sometimes.

In Katherine’s case it was brought about by an uncanny ability for making bad investments while trusting the wrong people. Those bad investments cost her money, and those wrong people took most of what was left before she even realized anything was wrong.

So that’s how Katherine lost her money.

And once the glimmer of Katherine’s coin was gone, peoples’ eyes seemed to clear, and they truly realized what a horrible person Katherine had always been, so vain and arrogant and mean. That’s when the knives really came out because rather than helping Katherine out, the many enemies she had made over the years made a point of hastening her downfall determined the bury her and humiliate her on her way out of high society.

Which is how Katherine lost her power.

That left one thing, the thing that Katherine prized more than anything in this world: Her looks.

Time is a cruel thing, and time when one lacks money is even worse. It is a pressure cooker and the only answer when you’re high on stress and low on funds is to eat, and the only food available is fast. So that’s what Katherine reluctantly turned herself toward. The former Queen Bee who had grown up delicately dining on gourmet was reduced to chowing down on greasy burgers and fries, to desperately trying to stretch out pizza orders and sustaining herself with boxes upon boxes of macaroni and cheese. And while the food was not healthy, the stress made her eat a lot of it.

So as her wallet got thinner, her waistline got bigger. Abs became flab as the first pounds settled right around her waist. As Katherine examined herself on a daily basis in the dingy full length mirror she bought from a thrift store, she would poke and pinch her burgeoning belly, trying to wish it away right before tucking into another greasy, gut busting meal. Then she would cradle her food baby and burp before proceeding to cry into her ice cream, drowning her sorrows in the stereotypical whipped cream and chocolate syrup. And she had a lot of sorrows which made for a lot of ice cream. Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, whatever flavors were on sale she bought by the gallon and ate very quickly.

Katherine also sunk to the level of snacking incessantly, mostly on salty crunchy things like potato chips and pretzels. She had gone her entire life without ever trying a pork rind, thinking of them as beneath her and sneering with disgust at the sound of their name. But once she finally caved in and bought herself a bag desperate for a salty treat, she became incredibly addicted. Bags and bags of pork rinds littered her tiny, dirty apartment. She would positively pig out on them. She didn’t care about sustenance or the mess she was making of herself and her apartment; she just craved more so she ate more.

Her crash junk food diet crashed her digestive system and led to Katherine developing serial flatulence. Even when her body was still thin, only just starting to give way to the weight of her dietary choices, her insides began to rebel against her and expel noxious gas at the most inopportune times. The still relatively slim and sexy Katherine would be attempting to network with high class individuals, former friends, and she would suddenly let loose with embarrassing farts, loud trumpeting affairs that would announce her humiliation to an entire room as well as quiet deceptive ones that would linger until the fetid stench polluted the nostrils of those around her and eventually led to even deeper humiliation.

Her flatulence would lead to further rejection and further stress which led to further binge eating which meant further unwanted pounds and even more unwanted flatulence. It wasn’t long before the prim and proper Katherine was a fat, room clearing gas bag.

Katherine’s metabolism broke fairly quickly from her constant junk food binges, and once the pounds really started to pile on, it wasn’t just her pot belly that grew. Her permanent food baby grew into a large spare tire perpetually round and bloated with gas and mirror down below by a fat and flabby ass composed of two generous jiggling cheeks that wobbled and slapped together as she waddled around her pigsty of any apartment. That waddling was courtesy of the thunder thighs that came with rich saddle bags that grew upward into wide hips and downward into swollen cankles.

She wanted to turn back, but even if she could have afforded healthier options, Katherine was powerless to fight her cravings. Even as she bemoaned her expanding waistline, and the money it cost her to buy more clothes, she continued to stuff her face with junk. It was not uncommon for Katherine to spend time looking in the mirror with pictures of how sexy she used to look wedged into the frame. She would jiggle her soft pot belly with one hand and cry about how disgusting she had become while using her other hand to cram more fried food into her greedy maw and drowning out the sound of her tears with the sounds of her flatulence.

Yes. Katherine had lost her looks. The rolls and folds of fat weren’t even the major deal breaker. Her stress and diet just left her looking tired and lazy. She had perpetual bags under her eyes that puffed up and sagged like her doughy double chin. She was a jowly girl who looked not like someone who had been a classy socialite but like a poor woman who had been a trailer trash couch potato her entire life. She was a fat, sweaty, greasy flatulent mess far from the glamourous girl she used to be.

And she was swiftly running out of money.

Even buying the cheapest junk food possible and renting the smallest, dirtiest, cheapest apartment she could find, was causing her to run dry because she had trouble getting work since she had grown up with a silver spoon in her mouth and no real skills.

Unluckily for her, Katherine did find one person who was willing to employ her. One of her old friends, Sonia, was delighted to see how far Katherine had fallen and how fat and desperate she had become. So she offered her a job, knowing that Katherine would have no choice but to accept. Katherine would serve her as a part time maid, used mostly for cleaning and serving her during parties so all of Katherine’s former friends could see the sad slovenly state she was in. But since Katherine’s slobbish behavior, especially her flatulence, meant she was only good for the occasional show, Sonia instead set Katherine up with a studio and forced her to make demeaning videos of herself to earn the rest of her rent and food money.

Sonia and all of her friends reveled in their triumph as Isabella wallowed in defeat. They would force her to play with her fat in front of them, to eat whatever things they wanted her to eat (including making her eat directly out of a trough), and they would order her to fart on command, enraptured by what a tremendous slob Katherine had turned herself into. Without sufficient money to pay for the food she craved, Katherine had no choice but to continue to play their sick games and serve the people she once stood among as equals while her videos were broadcast and laughed at by all those she once looked down upon.

And that’s what fat Katherine is doing to this day, living her life as a complete slob and performing as a piggy.

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“Isabella and the Elixir”

Once upon a time in a bustling city like New York or LA but also not those, there lived a stunningly gorgeous and viciously cruel woman named Isabella Sharpe. Isabella was the epitome of vanity and arrogance, her life centered around flaunting her slim figure and mocking those she deemed beneath her, so pretty much everyone. She had quite the figure to flaunt, perfect hourglass. She fit the stereotype of a gorgeous supermodel perfectly with her large but perky breasts, impossibly slim waist with rock hard abs, and curvy but not overly curvy hips that led to a full but pert ass and long, lean, athletic legs.  Little did she know, her world was about to take a drastic turn.

The problem with Isabella is that no matter what she had, it was never enough. And even though she spent so much of her time lording her glamorous lifestyle and gorgeous body over others, Isabella was also aware that time was her enemy. She greatly feared that age would inevitably rob her hard earned looks from her, and so she sort out whatever means she could to prevent this, even if this meant dark magic.

Of course, as we all know, dark magic often has a way of backfiring.

One day, Isabella received an invitation to an exclusive event promising eternal beauty, guaranteeing her a life of glamor and the adoration of others forever. Unable to resist the allure of eternal perfection, she eagerly attended. It was a small event with several gorgeous women that Isabella did not know as well as several rather plain individuals. At least a few of these women Isabella did know, if not by name, then by the vague similarity that they were all people she had looked down upon. She had no idea what they would be doing here as they had no real beauty of their own to bother maintaining. In fact, the idea of them thinking themselves beautiful made Isabella question the legitimacy of this whole thing, and she was about to leave until another gorgeous looking and mysterious woman appeared. To her delight, the mysterious woman chastised the ugly ones for being here and then offered her a special elixir that, she claimed, would maintain one’s beauty forever to only Isabella and the most stunning amongst them.

Isabella, blinded by her own vanity, gulped down the elixir without a second thought. Seeing this, the three other vain beauties joined her. Little did they know that this seemingly miraculous potion was a curse in disguise.

A hot flash ran through Isabella’s body, and she could feel herself breaking out into a sweat as her gorgeous hair suddenly fell limp and greasy across her sweaty forehead. Almost immediately she could pick up on an unpleasant odor and had to take a minute to lift her arm and realize that that odor was somehow coming from her. Isabella had always prided herself on her cleanliness, but she now smelt like it had been days since her last shower, and her skin took on a greasy sheen. She felt incredibly gross, and yet, it was only the beginning.

The weight gain started with her feet.

Delicate digits became tubby toes as he feet filled with fat. They bloated outward until the size of her fatty feet caused the slinky straps of her fancy high heels to burst. The heels would collapse soon after under her weight as the fat spread upward, causing her to stumble forward and wobble about. As the weight spread, her ankles swelled and merged with her calves, and her thighs lost all their muscles, replaced by flab and cellulite. Then her athletic thighs gave way to the swelling of adipose. Muscles melted and saddlebags filled with fat until her inner thighs also swelled so much that they began to press together.

Behind her, Isabella could feel her ass swelling, the two round cheeks losing their pertness even as they stretched the designer gown she was wearing to its limits. They filled like balloons, and when they finally burst the back seam of her dress, her flabby ass cheeks announced themselves with a loud trumpeting

PPHHHHHRRRRRRBBBBBBTTTTT!!!!!

The fart ripped through the air and Isabella looked around at the other stunning women who were undergoing similar transformations and now found themselves joined together in a symphony of flatulence.

But that flatulence, while ongoing, served only as a momentary distraction from the speaking weight gain. Isabella’s stomach filled first with gas and then with fat as she lost her precious abs forever and found her hands full of a large pot belly. And that pot belly continued to surge outward, joined by a thick set of love handles that continued to tear the seams of her now impossibly tight fitting dress. With every burst of flatulence and every bursting seam, Isabella’s horror grew.

And so did the rest of her body.

Her arms swelled. Her breasts sagged. Her angelic face grew jiggly jowls and a matching double chin. Her upturned nose swelled and made her look every bit like a pig. Even her back grew rolls of fat, and eventually all of this growth made her gown rip away from her completely leaving her jiggling in just her ill fitting underwear. That underwear was stretched impossibly tight and the seams were starting to fray. Isabella was dangerously close to having her panties explode off of her body, so close that one exceptionally large fart might just blow them off.

As she looked in the full length mirror that was cruelly presented to her, horror and disbelief gripped her. Isabella had been transformed into a sweaty, overweight, flatulent version of her former self. The once-toned physique was replaced by flabby rolls, and the alluring curves had given way to a turgid, round figure. It was beyond just pudgy or even simply fat. She was thoroughly obese. Her wide body could barely fit in the mirror’s frame. Shocked and dismayed, Isabella tried to comprehend the cruel irony of her fate. After all, it was her vanity and greed that had led her to fall for this horrible trick. If she had just been content with what she had, she would have kept it instead of losing it all. Ultimately, she knew she had done this too herself.

That thought came with a resigned PFFFFFFFFFRRRFFFFT.

Isabella looked around and saw that the other once slender women had suffered the same fate, turned into fat, flatulent pigs. The women that Isabella had looked down upon when she entered the room were now taking her picture. It was the same for all of the women who could only do so much to hide their flab and could do nothing to hide their flatulence. Soon, they were all presented with clothing more befitting their present and future, ill-fitting sweat suits. As Isabella bent down to pull up her pants….

PPPHHHRRRRPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBT!!!!!!!

The underwear blew out the back, and as she stood back up in surprise, her jumbo belly lifted and allowed the panties to slingshot forward. Stunned to the point of no longer knowing what to do, Isabella simply reached down to pull up her sweatpants and go full commando. Isabella eventually got her sweatsuit on, and, almost immediately her body began to produce noticeable sweat patches.

The mysterious woman declared her work done and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Nobody could tell if the sulfuric smell the caught a whiff of was from her disappearance or from the formerly gorgeous glamor girls.

Word spread like wildfire about Isabella's transformation. Former admirers turned into ruthless gossipmongers, relishing the downfall of the once-vain queen. To them, her downfall was delicious. Isabella's social standing crumbled as people pointed and laughed at the woman who had once treated them with disdain. Those who Isabella had always felt were beneath her took extra joy in her degraded state.

Her favorite high end boutiques now refused to serve her, and her designer wardrobe turned into a distant memory. Her sense of style disappeared as she adorned herself in the outfits of those who no longer cared, greasy food stained sweats. Isabella, who had taken pride in her appearance, found herself struggling to perform even the simplest physical tasks thanks to the large ponderous body that she now possessed. The elegant and graceful woman was now reduced to a clumsy, flatulent spectacle.

Isabella tried to navigate this new life and lose weight, but the elixir had made her appetite outrageous and her eating habits thoroughly uncouth. Instead, she became a recluse spending her tremendous trust fund stuffing her face and living like a complete slob in a spacious pigsty of an apartment. Occasionally she would have servants stop by to clean up and they would be sure to sneak plenty of pictures of her to share with the outside world.

Her arrogance had turned into complete humiliation as Isabella spent her days trapped in a body she hated, enveloped in the sounds and smells of her own flatulence and body odor. She removed herself from the world as much as she could, but she couldn’t bring herself to hide from her own reflection, and would spend hours staring at it, playing with her fat while staring at old pictures and yearning for what used to be.

Most of her critics were far removed from Isabella’s sight, but she couldn’t escape her harshest one, herself, and in the end her mind would always be filled with the every present laughter of her former self.

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“Just a Thought”

Carmen had always been a stuck up bitch, the kind of woman who worked hard for her body and liked to flaunt it. She loved to show off, and was a complete social butterfly. Her flawless figure enraptured others, and the attention she received made her feel glorious. She was like a queen. And the only downside of it all was that once she got to the top she had no choice but to dedicate her time to staying there, eating the right foods, partying with the right people, doing a million little things to take care of herself so that she was always photo ready in peak condition.

And then one day, slim and sultry Carmen got a little idea stuck in her head- just a thought…

What if she just let it all go?

She could stop exercising and relax, eat whatever she wanted, and just stop caring about what she looked like or how she acted or what other people thought of her. She could live without expectation, and it would be bliss.

So she decided to try it.

It started with some chocolate. Carmen had always loved chocolate, frequently craved it even, but she had always denied herself her guilty pleasure. But no more. There would be no more guilt and only pleasure from now on, so if she wanted chocolate she had it. And once she started having it, it was like she couldn’t get enough of it.

And Carmen’s constant indulgence led to snacking on all sorts of other things. Pretzels, chips, cookies of all types, salty or sweet did not matter, if it was within reach she would at least try it, and if she liked it, Carmen was determined to get as much of it as possible. And there were seldom any snacks that Carmen didn’t like.

Carmen would often sneak her snacks at first. Feeling like a naughty little piglet, she would binge in secret until she realized how stupid that was and decided that- disapproving looks of others be damned- she was going to snack as she pleased. And yes, those disapproving looks sometimes became disapproving words, but she kept on munching and crunching no matter what.

Of course, snacking was just a gateway drug to the hard stuff-

Fast. Food.

Greasy burgers soon graced her lips on a near daily basis. Pizza by the slice and eventually by the pie were frequent. A drawer in her fridge which was previously designed and used for vegetables was rechristened the pizza drawer and held any leftover slices in ziploc bags, perfect for a midnight snack, or a second breakfast, or a pre-dinner appetizer. When pizza’s in its own drawer, you can have pizza anytime as long as you don’t mind it being cold.

Carmen loved cold pizza, hot pizza, pizza with extra cheese, pepperoni, sausage, anything. She loved vegetable pizza and meat lovers. She would even eat pineapple on pizza if it was in front of her. It’s not like she was trying to make a political statement or something, but she truly felt all pizzas were beautiful- and delicious.

And it wasn’t just pizza but pasta as well that she adored, be it cavatelli or rigatoni, linguine or pappardelle. She loved stuffed shells, and lasagna, fettuccine Alfredo and pasta carbonara. She loved to eat creamy, saucy pasta dishes, and the more she ate them, the less she cared about the damage that sauce would do to her clothes.

It didn’t take long for Carmen’s slim and sexy body to soften.

It started with her abdominals, something Carmen had always loved to show off but also the part of her body that was the hardest to maintain. Having six pack abs like she did required an incredibly strict diet and exercise routine, so Carmen was happy to let that go and embrace the pudgy little paunch she was getting. It was soft and squishy and liked to peak out from underneath her shirts forming an adorable little muffin top with her matching love handles. It made her pants tough to button. It fought her with flab as she tried desperately to close the gap in her pants, and the adipose squished through most initial attempts to zipper up. Of course, her jeans were getting tight for another reason as well.

Just like her rock hard abs were turning into a generous and jiggly pot belly, her pert butt was filling up her jeans and threatening to become a total lard ass. Thanks to the lack of exercise and increase in sitting while stuffing her face full of greasy food, Carmen’s but quickly lost all definition and made her look like quite the couch potato with her wobbling ass cheeks covered in dimply cellulite. Her cheeks had gone from heart shaped and perfect to a lumpy, chunky caboose. It was an ass that used to turn heads but now Carmen continued to for an entirely new and negative reason.

The problem wasn’t really Carmen’s fattening ass. Plenty of people were distinctly into that. They wanted to run their hands over those fleshy orbs and let the soft fat squeeze through their fingertips and they played with her pillowy cheeks. They wanted to give them a shake and have their way with her, but her new diet had come with an unexpected and unwanted change. The sudden switch to an entirely junk food diet loaded with fat and sugar had led to a massive change in Carmen’s digestive system which meant that Carmen’s fat ass was also dealing with a bad case of flatulence.

Carmen was left exasperated by the gas that she was passing. The embarrassment that came with the sounds and smells of her new habit was more than Carmen initially planned for when she imagined letting herself go. So she tried her best to get a hold of herself, at least in public. When it came to being home she allowed herself to be a full on fart machine, especially after indulging in things like beefy bean burritos and chili cheese dogs, but she wanted to retain some semblance of decorum in public. Of course, her desire to binge on junk was too great by this point, and as her stomach continued to bloat with fat it also bloated with gas which meant that any chance of maintaining her dignity and not farting in front of others was an impossibility.

This combination of flatulence and fattening reached a humiliating crescendo when she was out with friends at a bar. Full of beer and hot wings, the bloated Carmen dropped a mozzarella stick. As she bent down to pick it up, fully intent on eating it still, the back of her pants blew out, and the resulting surprise led to a sudden trumpeting outburst which in turn led to an even louder outburst of laughter from her friends. They had enjoyed Carmen’s descent into the token fat friend, and this further turn of slobbishness was a delicious feast of schadenfreude for them.

After that, tight pants were out and sweatpants were permanently in. And once that happened, it was the beginning of the end for Carmen’s once perfect figure. It was soon to become lost forever in a sea of flab and flatulence. Carmen doubled down on her messy eating, stuffing her face with whatever she could find. She began to not just eat whatever she wanted, but she purposefully pushed herself to eat as much as possible on any occasion, not happy unless she was putting on a gluttonous display for all to see. She wanted them to bare witness as she pushed herself to the limit. And of course, now that she was fatter than ever she no longer cared about her flatulence and cut wind at the slightest provocation. In fact, if anything it became a game to her to see how loud and long she could let one go.

And so Carmen continued to balloon. Her thighs grew thick and gave her a ponderous waddle. Her ass cheeks, freerer in sweats, bounced around as they pleased, accompanied by her generous double belly that still spilled out from whatever food stained shirt she was wearing and over her greasy sweatpants. Carmen was a true fat slob in every sense of the word and, while she was certainly the target of whispers and cruel words behind her back and directly to her fat face. Carmen secretly reveled in it because she had achieved exactly what she wanted.

She had let herself go. And she couldn’t be happier.

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“From Snobs to Slobs”

Patricia and her mother Renee were miserable people. Not emotionally mind you. No. Emotionally they were on top of the world. They were blessed with good looks and lots of money thanks to Patricia’s father, Franklin’s very successful business, doing… something- but nothing that concerned Patricia and Renee. They simply enjoyed the benefits that came with being rich and good looking, a glamorous life full of lavish parties and lots of sycophants for Patricia and Renee to use and look down upon.

Yes. Patricia and Renee were perfectly content with themselves and perfectly miserable to other people. They were known for their incredible arrogance and vanity and the cruel way they treated their servants and the catty way they treated their so-called friends. They were backbiting bitches with wicked tongues and a borderline obsession with pointing out and tearing apart the many flaws they perceived in others. It kept their sycophants feeling weak and left them feeling smug and  in control.

But life has a fine way of wrenching control from us.

In this case, this came in the form of Franklin’s business going belly up. Perhaps that’s the wrong term. One might not be inclined to refer to an illegal ponzi scheme as any sort of business, and when that ponzi scheme was coupled with absolutely massive amounts of tax evasion… well one would best describe the water that Franklin was drowning in as boiling. The courts came a calling and the bills came due. These mounting financial issues were further exacerbated by the exorbitant fees spent on lawyers who fruitlessly fought against the inevitable.

Jail time.

Once Franklin was sent to the big house, Patricia and Renee were kicked out of theirs. With no sincere friends to cling to, it was easy for the fake ones Patricia and Renee had made to turn their back on them. In fact, many of the sycophants who had previously glomped onto them lost money in the ponzi scheme which made them all to happy to go out of their way to exact further justice and seek to thoroughly ruin their lives in whatever way possible.

Stripped of their fortune, and kicked out of high society, Patricia and Renee’s pert butts landed in the kind of place they had always turned their nose up to, affordable public housing. And without jobs or skills they were forced to rely on another dirty word.

Welfare.

Reduced to using food stamps, Patricia and Renee found themselves living in a nightmare they had helped create when they realized they had voted to make sure their EBT cards could not be used on finer, more expensive, and healthier options. They also learned the hard way what food deserts as they found that the grocery stores around the projects where they lived had very limited healthy options, especially when it came to fresh fruits and vegetables. To their horror they also found that they had spent so much of their lives relying on chauffeurs that they did not know how to drive (not that they could afford a car), and they lived in a neighborhood without reliable public transportation.

Needless exposition aside, this is to say that Patricia and Renee were stuck eating garbage junk food. With cheaper greasy food as their only real option for sustenance, and no fancy gym membership or personal trainers to help them work off the calories, the pounds began to pile on. Their waistlines began to stretch as their svelte figures started to swell with fat.

Patricia and Renee tried to count calories, especially as they felt how tight their pants and wallets were, but stress can make junk food even more addicting, and they quickly succumbed to this addiction. The pounds piled on and Patricia and Renee plumped up as they stuffed themselves silly. It was a terrible cycle they found themselves in. Because they were stressed, they snacked. Because they couldn’t afford to go anywhere and enjoy any real entertainment, their lives became a boring mess of binge eating. And that sedentary lifestyle meant that fat had no way to burn off so the pudge kept packing on, and as their bodies grew fatter and fatter, their sadness and stress levels increased which meant more and more eating.

The figures they loved the flaunt were rapidly inflating, but that wasn’t the only thing the junk food was doing to them. While all of the greasy garbage they were consuming added to the junk in their trunks, those trunks started to stank. Those double wide cabooses became cannons for gas.

Their flatulence and fattening was fodder for the other residents of the projects. They loved seeing these two vain skinny bitches crashing down to other and blowing up like balloons. As the formerly glamorous girls grew into gassy gluttonous slobs, they earned the ridicule of their neighbors and revived new nicknames. They soon became known almost exclusively as Fatty Patty and Big Bertha (not because Bertha was in any way a natural nickname for Renee but because the residents found it suitably insulting.)

Fatty Patty and Big Bertha grew big rolling bellies that spilled out over their sweatpants. They had large rolling spare tires that laid in their laps. Big sweaty guts with deep belly buttons perfect for catching crumbs. They would fall into deep bouts of laziness in front of the tv, frequently scratching their potbellies and farting incessantly as they stuffed an endless stream of greasy snacks into their mouths. The oil from their binges ended up smeared on their couch and their sweatpants alike.

Their thighs grew thick to fill those sweatpants, and their hips grew wide. Thick love handles joined their jumbo bellies to raise their shirts and form big thick muffin tops crowned with stretchmarks. The two flatulent woman began to crowd their dirty, crumb covered couch with their fat sweaty bodies pressed together causing it to creek and leaving great big permanent indentations in the cushions. The proximity caused Fatty Patty and Big Bertha to sweat even more developing dank armpits and fat swampy asses.

Each served as a constant reminder of her far they had fallen. They each disgusted each other because they were a perfect mirror of their own misery. They hated everything about themselves but were powerless to change. The downward spiral they had been on had progressed too far, and now the slope to climb back up was too steep for their fat, flabby, lazy bodies to handle. They no longer resembled their previous vain and glamorous selves. They looked like the kind of people that had always been lazy, fat and flatulent couch potatoes.

Eventually it came time for the formerly glamorous society snobs turned fat piggish slobs to get off their fat asses and go out into the world to get jobs. They were eating their way through the food stamps and wanting more. They needed to find some way to actually support themselves. Unfortunately the only job they could at first was in the fast food industry, and that’s how the people who were used to having servants ended up serving others at McDonald’s. It seemed like they had finally reached rock bottom.

But things can always get worse.

And for Fatty Patty and Big Bertha the worst was still to come. Continuing the trend of ham-fisted irony at the level of a badly written heavy-handed Twilight Zone episode, the two fat ladies realized that they lived in an area where the minimum wage did not afford them enough money to sustain themselves, and so they had to get second humiliating jobs. Unluckily for them, the opportunity that they had no choice but to take advantage of was jobs as cleaning ladies for their former society friends now serving the same people who were their former sycophants and working beneath the people they used to look down upon.

They were subjected to weekly humiliations as their blubber butts lumbered about cleaning floors and scrubbing toilets. Their bulging bellies were regularly poked and prodded and jiggled, and they were the frequent targets of karmically well deserved verbal jabs. Everyone enjoyed piling on the two spoiled princesses who now smelt like spoiled eggs just like they used to dump on everyone else. This was their pitiable lives, stuck in a cycle of poverty and flatulence with no means to escape.

Oh, and Fatty Patty’s father Frank got fat in jail too. But the story of how Franklin went from hunk to chunk, from a suave con-man to a plump prisoner is a story for another time.

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“Bad Influence”

Claudia was on top of the world as a fairly well known, up and coming beauty influencer. She was a gorgeous, glamorous girl with a body to die for, one that had made her the most popular girl in high school and college, and was proving to be a key to her success as a social media star. Claudia had it all, a growing fanbase, a steady income, great clothes and beauty projects from the brands that sponsored her. She had recently landed a sweet tequila brand sponsorship.

And that’s where the problems started.

One fateful live stream and several tequila shots led to Claudia getting canceled. Apparently, while going on a drunken tirade live via Instagram, Claudia had said some rather unkind things and was being accused of “fat shaming” and “using racially charged language” while “promoting horrible stereotypes and dangerous conspiracy theories”. It all seemed incredibly unfair to the petite blonde who didn’t understand why her free speech was being trampled like this. But the inescapable fact was that her viewership and her wallet was getting hit hard. She was losing followers and sponsors which meant that she was hemorrhaging money and found herself growing desperate for a rebrand.

And help came from the most unexpected of places, an old acquaintance named Reggie.

Reggie was a fat loser in high school who Claudia used to regularly reject and humiliate. And as far as Claudia was concerned when he reached out to her with the suggestion of creating some collaborative content together, he was still a big fat loser. Claudia did a thorough search of his socials, and Reggie was fatter than ever. He was clearly a slob who was both sports obsessed and a huge gaming nerd. She was ready to write him off, complete with a humiliating live stream takedown for having the nerve to think that a hot chick like herself would stoop to working with a fat, sloppy loser like him.

But then Claudia realized that Reggie’s klout score was actually higher than hers had ever been.

Maybe collaborating with Reggie wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world. Sure he was fat and uncouth and most of his content centered around sports, gaming, and eating, things that Claudia didn’t particularly have an interest in. But now was a good time to try and broaden her audience.

Claudia didn’t realize that her audience wouldn’t be the only thing she was broadening.

Reggie had built himself a burgeoning multi-platform empire. He had a team of guys that worked with him and regularly talked sports and streamed video games and other random things like eating challenges and just random hangouts. Claudia’s job was clear. She was supposed to be the token hot girl, something Claudia excelled at as she was naturally gorgeous. And she looked even more so when she was around Reggie and his crew.

To Claudia’s disgust, they were all sweaty fat guys. They are burly, bloated men who seemed to enjoy stuffing their faces, drinking beer, and passing gas just as much as they enjoyed watching sports and playing video games. Claudia’s job was mostly to pose, bring them food, and sit around them pretending to be their friend and enjoying what they were doing. She hated when she had to sit between them while wearing a bikini, she would sit on the couch between two sweaty fat guys, putting up with their stench and feeling their fat bodies pressed against her. She would sit with a fake smile pasted on her face and count the dollars she was making as she willingly subjected herself to all this.

Their bodies and actions disgusted Claudia, but the money was good so she kept at it, and then eventually… well they weren’t so bad to talk to. They were nice at least? And as she watched what they were doing even though she didn’t really get it at first she found their enthusiasm understandably infectious. And she made a point of doing her homework so she wouldn’t look stupid on stream. So as time went she began to engage more and more, and as her energy and engagement grew, the crew began to use her in more things.

This included their eating videos.

The guys loved to engage in a variety of eating videos. A lot of times this involved cooking some kind of insanely large monster meal, like a fifteen pound burrito, and then digging in as a group, and at other times they would engage in any number of eating competitions from hot dogs to buffalo wings. They even engaged in friendly cooking competitions like chili cook offs. And it turns out that “hot girl eats” made for very popular content. So this became what Claudia was used for the most.

And Reggie always knew how to get the most out of this content. He made use of plenty of angles that showed Claudia’s bloating stomach and her messy face. He would zoom in whenever she sloppily ate something that would drip onto her generous bosom. Claudia, the formerly prim and proper influencer making a total pig of herself quickly became a high point for viewership. And it was the most fun for all the guys as well. Reggie always made sure that Claudia was stuffing herself to her absolute limit and eating with as much gusto and as little grace as possible. He encouraged her to eat like a gluttonous slob, and Claudia, at first reluctant, eventually agreed when she saw the additional ad revenue her eating videos were earning.

The first time Claudia farted on stream was a moment of great celebration. The guys immediately called attention to it and goaded her into doing it again. A red faced Claudia had never felt this kind of humiliation in her life, but knew she had to take advantage of the moment, and so she lifted a cheek and “proudly” let another even louder one rip. “Hot Girl Farts” became one of their most viewed videos, and when the guys decided to do a follow up video that week just focusing on Claudia’s flatulence, “Hot Girl Fart Party” sent subscriptions through the roof.

The success of Claudia’s eating videos meant that the team produced more Claudia eating videos. And as time went by, Claudia began to walk away from these videos feeling progressively more bloated and sluggish which meant she stopped heading to the gym as regularly as she used to. And with that extra time sitting around bored, Claudia would find herself growing hungry again since her eating capacity was being pushed by the stuffing videos she was doing, so she began to snack more and more. Instead of getting in training sessions at the gym, it seemed like Claudia was training to eat. And all of this eating pair with the lack of activity began to lead to obvious results.

As Claudia sat around eating more, her tight ass lost is musculature and quickly became mushy, filled with flab and had the visual consistency of cottage cheese. Claudia would often finish her stuffing videos by lifting her cheek and letting rip a triumphant trumpeting fart, and astute viewers could watch that flabby cheek vibrate as she did so.

But her butt was far from the only thing growing. Claudia’s food baby became a permanent addition to her once slender frame, replacing the sick pack abs that she used to hold so dear. Her thighs thickened and the plush flesh spread out whenever she sat down and pressed together. Claudia’s breasts grew softer and saggier, and even her arms got fat, losing all definition and wobbling like mad whenever she brought food to her mouth. The part of her that softened the least was Claudia’s face.

Her cheeks got a little chubbier, and there was the clear hint of a double chin that showed up whenever she looked down or opened her mouth to shove more food into it, but for the most part, Claudia’s face stayed on brand and kept the growing glutton very recognizable. Of course, the junk food did have quite an effect on Claudia’s skin which developed a distinctly greasy sheen and the acne to go with it. This was especially clear on what Reggie deemed “Makeup Free Mondays” so that he could really showcase Claudia’s transformation. She was a far cry from the perfect pretty girl who endorsed petite outfits and various skincare products.

As Claudia continued to gain weight, she had no choice but to reluctantly admit that she was turning into what she had always hated and made fun of, a fat slob. She was developing into a true fatty who could go toe to toe with any of the guy whether it be eating contests or farting contests. She hated to admit it, but she was becoming a piggy and she couldn’t think of a way to stop herself. As she got farther and farther away from the slim and sexy form that she used to have it became harder to see a way out.

And so Claudia had no choice but to turn into the skid.

If viewers wanted her to become a slob, she was going to have to be the fattest slob she could be. Videos that Claudia featured in were created to solo focus on her weight gain. They showed pictures of what she used to look like, clad in glamorous outfits and juxtaposed them with Claudia stuffing her fat body into greasy sweatpants and stuffing her face with junk food. She would film herself sniffing her armpits and farting. Reggie enjoyed filming videos where he would feed and taunt Claudia while she oinked like a pig and begged for me.

It was all going according to Reggie’s plan.

Reggie had always resented Claudia, the head cheerleader, prom queen, and his biggest tormentor in high school who had gone on to become a glamorous influencer, and once he saw his opportunity to turn the tables and turn the perfect princess into a proper porker, he jumped at it. He scooped up Claudia at her lowest determined to drive her to rock bottom. He made sure he fattened her up, turned her into a flatulent, gluttonous pig, and made it so that she was too fat and reliant on these videos to go back. He filmed it all so that he and everyone else Claudia had ever looked down upon could enjoy their revenge.

Claudia’s pot belly became a grease and gas filled spare tire. Her thighs became cellulite covered tree trunks, and her lard filled ass had two big bean bag cheeks. It was also an absolute swamp. Claudia was a sweaty, flatulent, hog of a woman with stretchmark covered watermelon tits and meaty hamhock arms. Her face eventually gave in and grew the thick double chin out full time, but there was still this twisted sense of recognition in her eyes. Anyone who saw the obese slob was shocked at what they saw, and, while they couldn’t rationalize how she could let this happen, they could recognize that the pig that they saw was once the prom queen they knew. It added to the schadenfreude of a great many people.

And no matter how many nasty comments she received, no matter how many dirty looks were thrown in her direction, no matter how many times people turned their heads or covered their noses, Claudia couldn’t change. She was stuffing her face even when she wasn’t on camera, so there’s no way her weight was going anywhere but up.

And it was glorious to watch Claudia helplessly grow into an obese glutton, a total lard ass, the kind of person who looked like she had been a flabby couch potato her entire life instead of the active and athletic woman she used to be. Now, just like she used to call Reggie, Claudia had become the fat loser.

Only she wasn’t as defeated as Reggie thought.

As Claudia’s waistline grew so did her cunning, and, while Claudia couldn’t think of a way out, she did think of a way through. And that way was Reggie.

Now, she decidedly did not find Reggie physically attractive. He was a fat pig, but then again she wasn’t a slim hottie smelling like roses either. What he was was smart, and charismatic. She found him funny and had become much more into the things he was into. And most importantly, she was eager both for physical attention and to make money. Knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to do any better than Reggie, she threw herself at him and soon enough those old high school fantasies came back to his mind, enhanced by wild and debauched new ones, and soon enough she had him tied around her fat finger.

Claudia used her growing body and the charms that she had left to worm her way into a position of greater influence. She earned herself greater control of the business and in the bedroom she was happy to play the role of Reggie’s submissive pet piggy.

And it was in the bedroom, fat pressed against fat, that Claudia whispered her new creative plans. The crew would need another hot girl in a bikini, and Claudia wanted to be the one to find her.