Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts Vol 1

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“Claire is a Fat Girl Name”

Her name is Claire, and Claire is a fat girl name.

She spent years fighting that. Careful dieting, cutting carbs, trimming fat. Just say no to drugs, and sugar. That’s how she lived for so many years of her life. And it worked out pretty well for her for a good long while.

She made cheer captain. She won homecoming and prom queen. She even got to do a bit of modeling in college.

But Claire is a fat girl's name. And, no matter how many track medals you win, you can never outrun fate.

And her fate was to be fat.

Her fall from grace started with a fall on the sidewalk. A whim to run down a different road led to a piece of pavement that caught her toe and sent her spiraling downward and twisting her ankle. Using her hand to break her fall also broke her wrist.

All of that pain required pain medication. And those pain meds? Well they wrecked havoc on her metabolism. And as her friends sent her well wishes flavored with packages of chocolate, she found her careful diet breaking harder than her wrist did.

The first couple weeks were a haze as her thighs thickened and her abs disappeared. All that sitting around got easier to do as her once perfect bubble butt swelled into a natural cushion, and as the days went by and she continued to stuff herself with creamy chocolate goodies her pants became stuffed with creamy cushiony fat.

When the fog finally lifted and she got a good look at her freshly fattened form, Claire let out a scream high and loud enough to threaten to break the mirror. She grabbed at the pot belly that had replaced her abs, this seemingly alien lump of quivering fat that bulged over the waistband of her athletic shorts, shorts that harshly cut into her doughy new love handles.

She tried to run it off. Desperate, she ran as fast as she could for as long as she could, but as her breasts and belly bounced and bounded about and every new pulsing pound put more pressure on her knees, she soon realized that she could run neither as fast nor as far as she used to without getting considerably winded. A sharp pain cut through her meaty side and brought her run to a screeching halt. She was heavier, out of practice, out of shape, and totally out of gas. With a heavy sigh, she plodded her way back home, plopped onto her couch and bit into a fresh candy. She finished it with breathtaking speed, and before the empty wrapper could even hit the floor, she was devouring a second which was soon followed by a third, and a fourth.

Claire was a tired woman and a hungry woman. She swore every day that she would get back into shape. But every day she would fail and end up back on the couch chewing on chocolate. And with every failed run, every abandoned exercise, the binge that followed grew bigger and bigger, and her waistline grew in turn.

The pounds piled on, and attempting to workout got harder and harder to do until Claire ceased working out all together. She used to workout to feel good. Now the only thing that makes her feel good is more food. And the sadder she gets at the sight of her still growing body, the more she stuffs herself. It’s an unforgiving fattening cycle.

She used to run. Now she waddles. Salads have been replaced with seemingly bottomless bowls of spaghetti and meatballs. Her abs have turned into a massive spare tire. Her thighs rub together and chafe. Her ass swells out over the chairs at the buffet that she frequents. The girl who once lifted weights now has jiggling arms that lift nothing but plate after plate of food. She used to have a model quality face now replaced by chubby cheeks and a double chin that wobbles as she chews. Her breathing is heavy, and she snorts sometimes as she stuffs herself.

This is how things should be. This is a fitting fate for this big fat girl.

Because Claire is a fat girl’s name.

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“Victoria is Very Fat”

Victoria has been getting fat for a while now. There’s no denying it at this point. Maye a year ago it was in question? Certainly two years ago she got away with just being called chubby. And three years ago? Well, three years ago and this whole thing would have been thought impossible.

She used to be really special. Victoria was the kind of slim and sexy popular girl with the world in her hands. She had a future of domination planned out. She was cheer captain. She was prom queen. She was full of promise.

Three years ago, Victoria was in the middle of looking like she was going to completely avoid the freshman fifteen while in the beginning of her very promising college cheerleading career. She was flying high.

Unfortunately, the problem with flying high is sometimes you land wrong.

Sometimes you over rotate.

Sometimes you under rotate.

Sometimes you just straight break your ankle.

Ah, ankle injuries. What an uncanny ability to help people put on weight. Well- ankle injuries and beer… and pizza… and pretty much everything that a college girl without access to a treadmill would still have access to. And thanks to a combination of an unlimited meal plan and pity parties for her injury, Victoria had access to all of these things in abundance.

So by the end of freshman year, Victoria, who kept eating and drinking like an athlete without working out like one led to Victoria’s once vaunted abs melting into a portly beer belly, the kind of chubby gut that hung over the waistband of her sweatpants, bending them to its will. It was the kind of thing she would be disappointingly jiggle in front of the mirror as she made promises to herself to get back into the gym and back into shape as soon as she was healthy enough to do so.

Of course, the problem with getting out a shape in the first place is that it makes getting back into shape pretty difficult. This is made even harder when the person is young, arrogant, and stubborn. Victoria was all of these things. She was so sure of her ability to get back into shape that, despite the evidence that was still actively expanding outward in front of her, she was confident that she could still eat whatever she wanted and get herself slimmed down by adding some time in the gym.

Some is a funny word. It technically means that at least a little effort was put in, but it certainly doesn’t imply that a lot of work was done. And in this case, it definitely means that not enough gym time was logged to shift Victoria’s weight in any way but up. Sure, she slowed down for a bit, but Victoria’s weight was still inevitably increasing.

And that eventually leads us to where she is today.

Nobody would ever mistake Victoria for a cheerleader today. She’s still got that big beer gut, grown even bigger by a couple years binging on burgers and other forms of junk as well. Her breasts are only moderately bigger but definitely a lot softer just like her arms and her face.

But I said she was undeniably fat right? I didn’t just call her soft. No. So you should see where I’m going with this.

Victoria’s ass has ballooned. Sometimes that happens. You think a person is going to be growing a big apron belly because she grew a big beer gut in college, but time is a funny thing and so are people’s metabolisms. By this time though, Victoria’s body made its wishes known.

And it wished to have a fat ass.

A donk.

An absolutely dump truck.

To say that Victoria has become a big fat pear is, as you might have realized by now, is an understatement. She’s got one of those gets stuck in the chair kind of booties. It’s a big quivering shelf of jello, and it’s propped up by a matching pair of cellulite covered thunder thighs. They would need to be two thick tree trunks to have a chance of standing out next to that thick piece of ass. They’re really shown off in the shorts that Victoria so often wears.

You might think it odd for a woman with thighs as overly luscious as Victoria to wear shorts, but really it’s a matter of practicality. Jeans are just right out of course. Her lardy thighs would just break right through them and her round rump would blow out the back. And sweats at her size cause too much sweating. So it’s a lot of cloth shorts now a days and then sprinklings of baby powder to deal with all the chafing as she waddles about.

That’s Victoria’s life now, once so vibrant and promising. She could have been anything she set her mind too, but she’s just given up and sets her mind to eating most days. Popular no more, she’s the subject of ridicule amongst her former friends. She’s a warning to others. Be careful or else you might just end up exactly like she is.

There’s nothing special about Victoria anymore. She’s just another fit girl who got fat, and fat is how she’ll stay.