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"Melanie's Meal": An Exclusive Cut Sequel to "One of Those Fat Making Notebooks"

It's late. I was bored. I've been blown away by the response I've gotten to the extended cut of "One of Those Fat Making Notebooks". On Deviant Art it currently has over 205,000 views and 1,200 favorites which is just mind blowing. Since I posted it on DA less than a week ago, I've gained several hundred watchers and now have over 1,100, and I'm knocking on the door of 100 paying patrons here having gained almost twenty this week.

To celebrate all of this, and especially the new patrons and all of my ongoing loyal and supportive patrons, I decided to go ahead and write this surprise sequel to "One of Those Fat Making Notebooks" focusing on the character of Melanie who went from a slim and sex model to a fetish model feasting in a pig costume. Here she is doing it again exclusively on this patreon for all of you.

Enjoy!

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Melanie used to be a dancer before she even became a model. Lithe and graceful, prim and proper. She was known for being slim and sexy, the epitome of glamor. Her life was perfect, glorious. Her future was bright, wide open and hers for the taking.

But not any more.

She was not a model or a dancer.

She was a pig.

A pig for money.

Melanie was once again dressed in her pig costume and looked like an absolute blob with her greedy double belly and her massive cellulite riddled thunder thighs and fat flabby ass, one that was well cushioned and saggy and spilled over the edges of her chair. She didn’t recognize herself when she looked in the mirror, but she knew it was her. She missed her glamor days, but she knew there was no going back. There was going to be no more designer outfits, no more glamorous evening gowns or bikini shoots that showed off her sexy abs.

There was only eating now, only humiliating fetish work. That was all she was left with, tears and jeers and laughter at her expense all served up with an array of dishes for her to stuff her fat face with.

Her feast was laid out before her, a dozen buffalo wings, a plate of cheesy garlic bread, a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs and a pair of doughnuts, one Boston cream and one jelly, and there was a liter of soda to wash it all down with.

As Melanie quickly ripped into the chicken wings with her eager teeth, she could help but look at her hands. At one point they had been so dainty, so slim and delicate just like the rest of her. They used to be the kind of hands that were so pretty she could have been a hand model, and now here they were fat hands with chubby sausage fingers covered in sauce and grease from the fatty wings. Those saucy wings stained her chubby cheeks as well as she carelessly tore into them. The greedy pig of a girl ate with loud sucking sounds as she stripped every bit of chicken off the bones. A dozen wings were worked through quickly and after that, whatever sauce was left on the plate was sopped up by the cheesy garlic bread.

Melanie loved cheesy garlic bread, it was a weakness for her even when she was thin, and once she got fat, she chose to indulge in it at any opportunity that she had. And once the rest of the garlic sauce was gone, she still had plenty of garlic bread to use with the three other containers of sauce that she had at her disposal, the leftover bleu cheese that she got with the wings, the marinara sauce that she got with the cheesy garlic bread and a container of ranch dressing that she got because of her deep love of ranch dressing, the creamy ranch dressing ran from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, dropping and dabbing onto her quivering cleavage as she shoved the bread into her mouth with reckless abandon. She crammed her chubby cheeks full of garlic bread with no care to the crumbs that fell into her cleavage.

She was a messy pig who couldn’t stop herself from eating more.

Even when she took massive gulps of her soda in between pieces of the delicious garlic bread, the sugary sweet and heavily carbonated beverage didn’t show her down. She simply shook her massive belly and worked up a few big burps to make more room for her fattening feast. Melanie knew that the viewers and home loved to laugh at their favorite piggy when she burped. It made her cheeks burn with humiliation as she thought about it, but nobody could tell because of all the sauce that covered her chubby cheeks. Melanie could imagine that laughter which caused her to stop for a moment, but then she shook her head which made her jowls and chins wobble, and then went back to what would make her feel better, her feasting.

The bowl of spaghetti and meatballs awaited her, and Melanie may have wanted to use a fork, but Melanie knew that good piggies don’t use cutlery, and her chubby hands were much more efficient tools anyway, so she went to town with those. Handfuls of spaghetti were slurped down, sending sauce flying, and Melanie hadn’t even gotten to the meatballs yet. Like a good piggy, Melanie nudged them around with her nose for a bit before biting into them and letting the grease run down her chins. By the time she finished the spaghetti and meatballs, she had also finished the soda and let loose a few more burps to make room for dessert.

The donuts were sinfully delicious and incredibly fattening, and Melanie needed them. Even after all of the other food, Melanie was a hungry pig with room for dessert. She couldn’t believe she had somehow let herself go and get to this point, but there was no way back. She would never be thin again. She would only ever be fatter. So there was only one thing to do.

She had to plow through.

So she picked up the Boston cream donut and began to shove it into her mouth. Using both fingers to cram the whole thing into her mouth, she didn’t care about the cream that ran down her chin and onto her chubby fingers. She merely licked it off her already sauce covered digits and then wiped up the rest with the back of her hand and licked that up as well. Her tongue was coated by a mixture of pastry cream, tomato sauce, ranch dressing and grease.

And that was before she even got to the powdered jelly donut.

When she got to the donut, she was all business taking it down in surprisingly short order. One might think that Melanie would have struggled, but she ate the donut as if she had room for a dozen more- possibly a tease for a future video. The jelly followed the cream, both in the fact that it exploded out of the donut and onto her hand and ended up licked up just the same. With the donut then quickly polished off, Melanie let out a final tremendous burp.

She hated what she had become, hated that she had to make her living constantly humiliating herself, but Melanie had to admit that she loved the food and she loved the feeling of accomplishment that came with successfully eating so much of it. Melanie couldn’t help but have a smile on her fat sauce covered face.

She knew she was a very good piggy.

Vote for the Next Edition of Exclusive Cuts! (Volume 8)

It's that time again! Time to start thinking about the next round of Exclusive Cuts, the "Fat Trimmings" stories that I write exclusively for this patreon and chosen by you!

With "Trading Influence's" extended cut finish and "Fit Friend, Fat Friend" in the works, I thought now was a good time to get things going on Volume 8 which will end up dropping next month (hopefully early).

For this edition, I wanted to do something different with the poll, so I've come up with a bunch of potential titles for the Volume, and you're going to choose which one I write!

Here they are:

"Swimsuit Edition": So vague! It can be anything... involving swimsuits in at least some way probably.

"Chic to Geek": Time to get fat and nerdy!

"Oops, All Magic": Nothing realistic here, just stories involving magical transformations.

"Fat and Happy": Have you been enjoying my more recent cuter stories? This would be an edition full of happy endings.... not that kind.... maybe.

"Sorority Swells": A collection of stories about slim and sexy sorority sisters, all in the same sorority, getting fat.

Since there has been a large influx of new patrons, and I'm hoping to get more this weekend, I'm going to leave this poll open until at least Tuesday night.

Enjoy!

"Trading Influence": Exclusive Extended Cut

EDIT: As I'm getting ready to post the original to Deviant Art, I went and added more than 600 words to this version bringing this to over 7,600 words. The new additions include an extension of the first scene with Breanne as well as the taco and burger eating scenes.

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As promised here is the exclusive extended cut of "Trading Influence" which was first featured in "Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts" Volume 7. That version will now be released on Deviant Art, and in exchange this patreon gets an exclusive extended cut that is over twice the length of the original.

Coming in at over 7,600 words, this is over 4,600 more words than the previous story. I still plan on doing a slob cut as promised, but I think I will work on "Fit Friend, Fat Friend" first and then release both slob cuts together.

When will "Fit Friend, Fat Friend" come out? I think maybe in two week. If not then, definitely at the beginning of July in time for me to start also working on Exclusive Cuts Volume 8. You can expect a poll for that soon.

For now...

Enjoy!

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The challenge sounded simple enough. Over six months, influencers who were as opposite as possible were supposed to switch content like a wife swap type of deal. For the first three months, influencers would work together, train each other and build familiarity with each other’s audience. Then the next three months they would be dedicated completely to putting out their partner’s type of content. Internet cooks might be doing nothing but unboxing videos. Fashion influencers might try their hand at singing.

Some of these swaps had better results than others, but the goals were to diversify one’s audience, increase reach and influence and, theoretically, build a greater sense of community.

For Addison, a fitness, makeup and general lifestyle influencer, she knew to make an impact she would have to partner with someone the complete opposite of her. Her own brand was so varied, that it really limited her options. While Addison couldn’t sing worth a lick, she knew she didn’t want to go in that direction because those swaps tended not to go well. People who couldn’t sing would get a lot of ironic likes and even hate views at first, but those just weren’t sustainable over months. And she couldn’t cook worth a damn either.

But she could eat.

One day while eating brunch with her friend Breanne, Addison brought up the idea while instagramming her chicken and waffles.

“So you would like eat this chicken and waffles…. But on camera?” asked Breanne with a true look of confusion on her face.

“Yeah. That’s basically the whole deal, chicken and waffles, burgers whatever. People love to watch people eat junk food for some reason, and they love to watch hotties like me do it even more.”

“People like hotties like us doing anything.”

“Exactly, so this is gold. I’ll still have more old audience and grow a whole new one, and by the end of this I’ll be making more money than ever. It’s a sweet deal, literally when I do videos like cake and ice cream and junk.”

“So you’re going to get fat,” sneered Breanne as her face recoiled in revulsion.

“I’m going to let my diet go a little bit.”

“You’re going to get fat.”

“I’m not going to get fat,” replied Addison as she shoved a big bite of chicken and waffles into her mouth defiantly.

“Yes you are. You’re going eat like a pig for money and turn yourself into a fatty.”

“With my metabolism that’s impossible. I can eat what I want and never gain weight.”

Breanne shook her head.

“You’re not going to eat what you want. You’re going to PURPOSEFULLY STUFF YOURSELF. That’s a recipe for a big fat disaster.”

Addison slammed her hands on the table hard enough to make everything shake.

“Look! I’m not going to get fat. Fat people are lazy and disgusting. Just because I’m going to be eating more doesn’t mean I’m going to stop working out less like I’m a lazy fatso. I’m not going to gorge myself and become a jumbo couch potato. Okay? I’m just going to be rich. So shut the hell up and let’s get another round of mimosas, you basic bitch.”

“Okay. But don’t come blubbery to me when you’re a great big blubbery mess.”

Addison just glared at Breanna as she took another big bite of her chicken and waffles and flagged down the waitress for more refill of their bottomless mimosas. 

Breanne watched Addison eat and drink and didn’t doubt that her skinny bitch friend had it in her to become a mukbang star. As she watched Addison debate between a crème brulée and a chocolate lava cake only to order a crème brulée for dessert and call it “practice”, a sinister thought crossed Breanne’s mind. 

It might be kind of fun to watch Addison blow up. She had always been the hottest and most judgmental of their friend group. If she was to turn into a fatty, a real cow herself, not only would it shift the power dynamic of the group in Breanne’s favor, but it would be a delightful bit of karmic comeuppance for the vain Addison. Breanne could easily see herself enjoying the schadenfreude almost as much as Addison was enjoying her indulgent brunch. Suddenly, she was all in favor of Addison porking up.

“Let me by you that lava cake too, dear. My treat,” she said with a sly grin stretching across her face.

“You can take it home with you. After all, you can use all the practice you can get.”

Addison smiled through another big gulp of her mimosa and gave a nod of thanks to her generous friend.

She was very sure of her plan. Addison was always sure of everything she did, and there was no way Breanne was ever going to talk her out of things no matter how mean spirited she was being about it. Addison had the plan. All she needed was the partner.

And that brought her to Juniper, or Jumbo Juni as she was often referred to. Juni was a professional eater, a mukbang influencer. She ate food with a flourish. Sometimes she would eat foods enthusiastically and review things. Sometimes she would do videos where she tried every kind of something. And a lot of times she had videos where all she did was eat as much as she could. Addison had a true distaste for Juni and everything that she did, but she had to admit that this was a perfect opportunity.

Since Addison had also had such a strict focus on diet and exercise, she thought just straight up letting go of her own diet and stuffing her face for the amusement of others would be as opposite as she could possibly think. Addison has gotten plenty of feedback that she came off as vain and cold and too prim and proper to be fun, so this would show people that she could cut loose. Addison had even been accused of fat shaming multiple times in the past. 

In fact, Jumbo Juni had been a victim of Addison’s cyber bullying in the past.

“Just look at this #COW Stuffing her fat face. #FATTY #DISGUSTING.”

“People like Jumbo Juni are pathetic, greedy #HOGS and should be ashamed of themselves.”

“The fact that Jumbo Juni, an absolute #OBESE # SLOB has a platform where she gets to influence others with her gluttony is #DISGUSTING. She’s a #HAMBEAST and nobody should be striving to be a lazy #FATSO like her.”

These were just a few of the diatribes that Addison liked to go on, often stoked by her followers and a few nips of tequila. 

And, while it was true that Addison had a deep prejudice against fat people whom she did enjoy making fun of, she needed to keep her public persona cleaned up, and this would likely help with that. She was confident that her regularly fat shaming crew would stick around to still admire her own slamming body, and she could pick up a lot of the body positivity crowd. They were real cash cows! And pathetic fatties love a redemption story. Addison would give that to them. She could find a way to be nice in public and keep her judgments to herself.

Addison did briefly have the thought that doing this might end up making her put on a few pounds, but she figured it wouldn’t be anything truly noticeable, and she’d be able to easily work off a few pounds when she was done. It wasn’t like she was going to turn into a complete tub of blubber like Jumbo Juni. She’d never let herself become that much of a pig.

Of course, if Addison had looked more carefully into just how thin Juniper had been before she started mukbanging, she might have reconsidered the whole experiment. Instead, Addison remained blissfully unaware of the true consequences that awaited her.

Addison would soon be waddling down a road from which there would be no return as she took a swerve into life in the fat lane.

But Addison was blissfully unaware of what was in store for her as she met up with Jumbo Juni for the first time.

“Wow, you really are jumbo, Jumbo.”

“And you really are a skinny bitch. Remind me why I agreed to do this again?”

“Because I’m the hottie whose going to get your fat ass in shape and you’re going to end this whole thing with way more money and followers than you’ve ever dreamed of.”

“Right,” Juni said with a nod and an eyeroll.

She knew the truth. She didn’t really care about losing weight. What she was looking forward to was getting Addison to stuff herself silly making mukbang videos and blowing herself up like a balloon like she had. Juni knew that there was no way that Addison’s waistline was going to escape this unscathed, and she was happy to take her revenge for all of the fat shaming Addison had done to her, turn her into the kind of girl Addison would have labeled a cow and give her a taste of her own big fat medicine.

Juni’s inner musing was interrupted by the feeling of Addison squeezing and shaking her big belly. 

“Look at this gut! I’ve got quite a lot of work cut out for me to get you to shift any of this. I’ll do my best.”

Addison then lifted up her shirt to reveal her own rock hard abs. 

“So what I’m saying is don’t go expecting these any time soon, fatty. I’m not a miracle worker.”

“You need to eat,” deadpanned Juni. 

“What?” asked an aghast Addison.

“Right now.”

“But I thought this was just going to be a meet and greet type of thing and we’d shoot the first video tomorrow.”

“Sure. But you want to get started now. Stretch your stomach a bit the night before so you’re more ready to eat on camera tomorrow. I’m ordering tacos.”

An hour later, Addison was reclining backward with her hands on her bloated stomach and her face stained with grease and crema. 

“No mas.”

“Of course more!”

“I’ve already had three.”

“You’ve ONLY had three.”

“That’s a lot,” moaned Addison as she stifled a burp. 

“That may be a lot for you, but a lot of people can eat three tacos. You want views? You have the be able to eat AT LEAST six.”

“Six?”

“At least six. Now let’s go. Really push it. Dig deep. Find that inner fatty and let her loose.”

Addison groaned as she picked up another al pastor taco and felt the juicy pieces of pineapple pop in her teeth as she bit down. Juni reached forward and gently pressed her against Addison’s to help her stuff more of it into her mouth.

As Addison chewed on the taco, she couldn’t help but look over and see a big chocolate cake that Juni was placing down on the table.

“What’s that for?” asked Addison with her mouth still full of taco.

“If you want to be a successful mukbanger, you always have to have room for dessert,” said Juni with a sly smile.

And then she picked up another taco and brought it to Addison’s sauce-covered lips.

“Now open wide. You still have two more to go.”

Addison rolled her eyes and did what she was told.

“I feel like such a pig,” she groaned.

“Get used to it,” laughed Juni as she shoved the taco in Addison’s mouth.

Juni rubbed Addison’s stuffed belly.

“You’ve gotta get used to this kind of fullness. You’re going to be stretching this out quite a bit and keeping it that way. It’s going to be filled with food all the time.”

She leaned forward and whispered in Addison’s ear.

“Mukbanging is committing to making a pig of yourself. Oink. Oink.”

She laughed and rubbed her hand against Addison’s hard stomach while looking at the last taco.

“You’re not a pig yet of course. Maybe just a piglet. Do you think you can finish my challenge, my little piglet? No camera to perform for. Just me. Can you handle it? Can you eat one last taco. Just one. Come on. I believe in you. Be a good piglet.”

“I… I….” Addison moaned.

“Oh, you think you’re better than me. But you’re not. You’re pathetic. You can’t even eat that last taco. How are you going to do this challenge? You’re gonna fail and fail hard. Sad.”

Addison could barely take it. Her stomach was so painfully taut. She was struggling not to feel sick, but Addison’s steely determination and arrogance spurred her on. She wasn’t going to allow herself to be show up by Juni. If this fat cow could do this, she could do it. She dug into whatever athletic training she had to make herself into a competitive eater in that moment and get the last of six tacos down her throat. This was a sign. She knew if she could do this she would be able to do this mukbang thing easily. She could do it better than Juni!

So she powered through the last taco under her own power and then sat back with her greasy hands cradling her bloated food baby as she groaned in both misery and contentment.

Then she saw out of the corner of her eye as Juni cut off a big slice of cake and cradled it in her hands.

“W-what are you doing?” muttered Addison with all the panic of James Caan in Misery.

“I told you,” Juni said in complete monotone as she brought the cake to Addison’s lips.

“You have to have room for dessert.”

And as soon as Addison opened up to groan in protest, Juni shoved the cake into her mouth, smearing chocolate all over her cheeks.

The chocolate was so rich, but so delicious. Addison couldn’t believe that she could appreciate anything as delicious after all she had already stuffed herself with. She would have thought that any food would taste completely disgusting after forcing herself to eat all those tacos, and yet she couldn’t help but moan at the sinfully fantastic taste of the cake. She even- somehow- wanted more.

And Juni was happy to satisfy her with another, even messier, handful.

The next day, still feeling the food hangover, Addison had her first big mukbang video shoot. It was a simple enough affair, to be Thick Burger burgers and a large soda. It was going to be a challenge to be sure, but Addison felt confident that she could push through and do it. She started on the first burger and worked through it at a normal speed.

She was disturbed by how good it tasted.

Addison had never had a Thick Burger burger before, and she had to admit that it was delicious even if it was quite heavy. She managed to work her way through it and was feeling rather full but just like with the tacos she was ready to power through. It was already a heavy meal in and of itself with two thick patties each with two slices of cheddar cheese and topped with lettuce, tomato, onions, pickles, and avocado. It was a loaded feast, but at least Addison could feel good about the toppings. It was practically a salad, she told herself. And avocados are the good kind of fat!

Even if the normally prim and proper Addison had grease dripping down her chin, she shrugged it off and went about tearing into the second burger. This one was weighing heavy in her stomach, sinking like a stone. She didn’t think she could do it, but knowing that Juni, along with her entire audience was watching, drove her on. She knew this whole experiment hinged on the success of this first video, and she would need to dig deep and pull out her inner fatty to eat more than she ever thought she could. (Then she could spend a few hours in the gym working this off… maybe after a nap first.)

Even with all her grit and determination, even with as delicious as the Thick Burger burger was, it was still a monumental task she had set for herself. Each bite felt worse than the next but she soldiered through and saved the soda for last, following Juni’s advice.

“You can always fake the soda. It’s not a clear cup, so just look like you’re taking big sips and when you’re ready to be done, lift the straw just enough to make it sound like you’re slurping up the end.”

“Do you ever fake it?”

“Of course not.”

Addison did her best to finish the soda, fighting back the desire to burp, and finished as much of it as she could before faking the end and quickly standing up to show off her rock hard bloated food baby which she gave a satisfying slap to as the climax of her video.

One done. Many more to go.

The first three months started off easy. It was mostly getting to know each other and then training. Addison taught Juni about fitness and beauty products, things Juni took to- In Addison’s mind- surprisingly quickly and with an equally surprising amount of enthusiasm. 

Addison hated that enthusiasm and wanted to crush it during their off camera workouts by regularly shaming Juni quite intensely. 

“Come on blubber belly. Can you even give me a push up with a gut that big?”

As Juni would run on the treadmill, Addison would spank her fat ass.

“Come on, Fatso. Move that fat flabby ass. Give me more than that. Move it, Piggy!”

Even when they were on camera, Addison would find ways to tease and humiliate her while disgusing it as being nice.

One time Addison reached from behind Juni and grabbed her big belly. She heaved it up and down.

“You’re doing great, Juni. Just think about how good it’s going to be to lose some of this blubber. You’ll be getting around a lot easier with less of this big gut weighing you down.”

Juni obviously hated this and looked for the moments where she could take her revenge piece by piece.

She taught Addison all about eating, what to eat, how to eat and how to film the best mukbang videos for her new fanbase. Addison did well at this. She knew her way around a shoot, and though she didn’t have nearly the appetite that Juni had to start out, she had a knack for showmanship when she really let herself go for it.

She got a lot of early views from people watching her whole “stereotypical hot girl moans while eating” shtick.

So Juni made sure she kept pushing her to eat more, including behind the scenes. She would be sure to schedule regular “practice sessions” with the purpose of getting Addison out of the gym and into bigger pants by cramming her full of as many calories as possible.

During that first month, Addison only put on five pounds which was hardly noticeable to most people. Still there was a little bit of softness, a slight loss of definition. Addison had spent her whole life being a hardbody, being slim and sexy, trim and toned. So she couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes to how her body looked and more so how she felt. When she started this whole experiment she was a perfectly toned one hundred and twenty pounds. But five pounds was such a small amount. She figured she was being paranoid and didn’t want to worry about it.

Then the next month she put on ten. That brought her to the mirror where she looked at the way her stomach was overhanging her jeans long after her eating was done. She pinched and poked the fatty protuberance and shook her head.

“That’s not good,” she said out loud as she pinched a solid inch of fat. She was starting to get love handles as well. A full muffin top! She was starting to sweat as she thought about what the next month might hold.

That month brought with it twelve more pounds of pure fat. Suddenly she was topping the scales at 147 pounds. Addison had made a point of weighing herself after she broke the button on her second pair of pants while at the same time splitting them in the back, and she was horrified to see the number.

The amount of content she was producing and the amount of food she was consuming just kept going up as her capacity for eating it increased. And because she was spending so much time filming content for herself or collaborating with Juni and showing her how to lose weight, Addison found herself too tired to find time to go to the gym herself. Even the videos where she was with Juni at the gym had become a strange collaboration where Juniper would workout while Addison stuffed herself with Twinkies or handfuls of cake or other types of junk food.

So Addison was getting soft. She was getting chubby. She was getting close to being downright fat.

After one of their shared videos, Juni could help but reach out a hand and give Addison’s pot belly a playful shake.

“Wow. You’re really getting a pot there huh?”

“Shut up!”

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle getting a little chunky?”

“At least I’m not as fat as you.”

“Yet.”

“What?” 

Juni poked Addison’s stomach.

“You’re turning into a fatty like me, and you’ve got three months of feasting left. Unless you’re too much of a coward and want to quit, tubs.”

Addison cradled her own swollen belly and thought things over as she rolled the spongy fat between her fingers.

“I’m no coward.”

“Great,” said Juni as she gave a playful spank to Addison’s chunky cheeks.

“I’m glad you’re not too chicken to film the fried chicken eating  video we planned next.”

Addison, already full from the cake she had just eaten let out a heavy groan before reluctantly following Juniper to go stuff herself some more. 

The next video didn’t even start with her eating. It started with Juni introducing Addison while Addison was wearing a shirt that wasn’t designed to be a belly shirt but now definitely was. The tight shirt that fit so much better a few sizes okay now rode so much up her bloated belly. Juni started the video by rubbing it.

“Hey everyone, look at Addison here. She’s becoming a real mukbang girl now. She’s getting that big mukbang belly.”

Juni made a point of giving Addison’s belly a shake so that the audience could see that it wasn’t just tight and bloated from eating. There definitely was fat there, a keg where there once was a six pack.

“She’s can’t suck this thing in anymore, can you Addison?”

“Nope,” Addison chuckled uneasily trying to keep her calm in front of the viewers. And then she gently moved Juni’s hands away and shivered at the touch of her own belly.

“I can’t, but don’t worry fans, this is just an adjustment. I’m sure I’ll be able to get myself back into shape while still delivering fantastic mukbang content for you. And that include right now.”

“That’s right. Miss Prim and Proper Addison is about to eat an entire bucket of greasy fried chicken. I bet you never used to eat like this when you were slim and sexy.”

Addison didn’t know how to respond to Juni going off script. She certainly didn’t want to admit on camera that she wasn’t slim and sexy anymore, but she wanted to get this whole thing over.

“Of course not. But I’m not holding back anymore. Cluck it. I’m gonna eat this whole bucket.”

With her planned cue line finally delivered, Addison began tearing into the chicken one piece at a time. She started as fast as she could, making a show of hungrily tearing the chicken apart with her teeth and letting the pieces fly around only to pick them up and suck them down making sure not to miss a bite. She knew she had money when a piece of dark meat flew into her cleavage and she had to fish it out with her greasy fingers.

The first few pieces went down easy, her increased appetite and stretched out stomach capacity made sure of that. After the first few she began to slow down and really sell the idea that it was getting tougher to eat even though Addison was horrified to discover that that wasn’t actually true. It wasn’t until she got to the last two pieces of chicken that she really had to do any fighting. By then those pieces were extra soaked in grease having been sitting there for a while. Her jaw was tired of chewing, her stomach was full. She was growing tired from the sheer act of eating. And yet she soldiered through it, determined to gut it out even as her gut groaned in protest.

Two pieces left. Then one. Her face and shirt were stained with crumbs and chicken grease, but Addison would not stop. She sucked down the last of the chicken and then triumphantly stood up to show everyone just how much her stomach had extended before beating it like a drum with her greasy hands.

And then Juni came back into frame carrying a small chocolate cake. 

“Did you save room for dessert?” she asked with a wide grin.

Addison groaned on the inside and wanted nothing to do with the cake, but for the viewers she kept an insincere smile pasted on as she sat back down with a grunt and waved Juni over.

“Bring it on.”

Deep down she knew Juni was right. She was going to gain more weight doing this. At 147 pounds and 5’7 she was less than ten pounds away from being officially overweight, less than the amount she had gained that first month. And at this point that seemed inevitable.

She was going to be overweight. Addison’s only hope was that it would stop there before things got too out of control.

It would not.

With three months now on her own and fully committed to her new if only temporary lifestyle, Addison did the only thing she could do. She doubled down on her work. With a need for income to keep her going, she produced more mukbang videos than ever before. Now that she was no longer working directly with Juni, she had no more training videos that she could justify doing, so she had to produce more eating focused videos. This meant that her calorie count on shoot days was headed through the roof while the nominal exercise basically stopped completely.

She would try to exercise on occasion, but she was either too tired to seriously do anything, or she found the stuff she was doing to be far more frustrating than she was used to and she gave up.

During this time she began to find herself eating even more when not on camera. One might be tempted to think that on non-shoot days, Addison would choose to eat very little, and if she did eat she would eat only salad. But with Addison’s stomach getting stretched by the mukbang videos, she didn’t just want food. She NEEDED it. And she fell into her cravings. Even though she would swear that she was forever done with whatever it was that she last stuffed herself with, Addison often found herself thinking in terms of a kind of “hair of the dog” approach when it came to her food. If she just had a little bit of junk food she would feel better. And a little bit of junk food became a lot, and a lot became whole binge sessions without her even having her camera rolling.

The first month of shooting on her own brought with it another fourteen pounds. 

The second month brought a lot more anxiety, which led to a lot more stress eating, which led to another sixteen pounds.

At 177 pounds, Addison was aghast. Every part of her was undeniable fat. Her belly was by far the biggest feature, having grown used to being so overstuffed with food that it now seemed to be like a sagging deflated balloon that was routinely inflated and stretched out again for each video. But her blubber belly wasn’t the only thing that was saggy. Every part of her was beginning to sag. This included her breasts which had grown but not nearly as much as the rest of her. Addison had also gotten a fat flabby ass with soft saggy cheeks from sitting so much. It was intolerable to her, and yet she had to soldier on even if that got physically more difficult to do the fatter she got.

And Addison knew she was doomed to get fatter.

She did the math… 177 pounds. 5’7. That put her a little shy of 15 pounds away from obesity. She had already gained 16 pounds this month, more weight each month. Could she really stop herself from gaining 15 pounds?

She didn’t think she could.

So Addison decided to turn into the skid. She figured that if she recorded an admittedly humiliating video of herself weighing herself and then declared that she was going to do one of those fit to fat challenges she could monetize the hell out of her third month, keep her original fans and then get even more as she worked her fat ass back into skinny bitch shape. With that in mind she gave herself permission to really outdo herself when it came to eating. She ate like there was no tomorrow, creating her biggest feasts for the mukbang videos and eating larger meals even on none shoot days. 

She knew she was making herself obese. She just didn’t see any way out of it. She was going to end up getting obese whether she wanted to or not, so she figured she might as well make herself as obese as possible to make her eventual weight loss all the more dramatic when she went from fatty to hottie again, so she needed to feast and fatten.

The result was a whopping twenty-two pound weight gain.

Twenty-two pounds of pure belly blubber.

Twenty-two pounds of soft, buttery fat.

199 pounds.

The number stared back up at her from the scale. It was a difficult number to read both because of it being so humiliatingly high and because Addison had to work to lean over her big fat gut to even see the numbers.

Addison couldn’t believe it. She knew she was going to be gaining more weight. She had willingly accepted her obesity, but somehow she didn’t think she would end up one pound shy of two hundred.

200.

The number terrified her. It felt like a wall she couldn’t let herself break for fear of not being able to turn back. She had hoped that even as an obese fatty she could still lose the weight, but if she was somehow two hundred big fat fatty pounds? Disgusting. She’d give up. She couldn’t, she couldn’t possibly get that fat.

Could she?

The anxiety turned her back to food, and that turned her into desperation mode. She needed to do something crazy to motivate herself.

So she got back in touch with Juni.

“You want me to work with you?” Juni asked over the phone.

“Yes. Please.”

“You really need me, don’t you.”

“Y-yes… Yes. I need you.”

“Tell me what you’ve become.”

“What?”

“Tell me you’re a greedy little piglet.”

“I’m a greedy little piglet,” cried Addison.

“You’re a greedy little piglet who can’t stop eating and can’t lose weight,” pressed Juni

“I’m a greedy little piglet who can’t stop eating and can’t lose weight. I’m a pathetic fatty,” whined Addison, adding that last bit entirely unprompted.

“Oink for me, piglet.”

“Oink. Oink.”

“Louder.”

“Oink! Oink!”

“Okay. I’ll work with you, piglet. I love the way you oink.”

“Oink. Oink. Thank you. Oink.”

Juniper had continued to lose quite a dramatic amount of weight. While nowhere near what Addison was when she was at her skinniest, she was certainly far lighter than Addison was by the time she came waddling back to her to use her as a motivational coach. She was also planning on turning her channel into a beauty, lifestyle and body positivity channel full time. And she was really body positive….

Except when it came to Addison. 

At first, when working with Addison, Juniper tried to keep things positive, especially with collab videos that she put on her own channel. But after a few comments made their way into a video, the two realized that it did far more engagement numbers than anything else. People wanted more.

And Juniper was more than happy to give it to them.

“Come on, Fatty lift those legs,” barked Juni as Addison ran as hard as she could with her fat bouncing up and down.

Juni regularly liked to spank Addison to move her faster.

“Let’s go, blubber butt. You want to burn these chunky buns off don’t you?”

During a break in the workout, Juni stood in front of the camera with the fat Addison.

“Look at us, piglet. We used to be so different. Now I’ve got the abs, and you’ve got the gut,” she laughed as she pinched and shook Addison’s belly.

“You’ve got quite the jelly belly. Admit it.”

“I… I’ve got quite the jelly belly,” Addison had to admit. She didn’t want to, but she knew it was true and worse still she knew that her humiliation was a major driver for views.

Juni knew it too which is why she kept it up and pushed the boundaries as best she could. 

“So let’s get back to trying to lose it. You want that, don’t you, Fatty?”

“Yes.”

“Then admit it. Admit you’re a fatty for the fine people, a fatty just like the kind of people you used to make fun of.”

“I’m a fatty just like the people I used to make fun of.”

“And you deserve to be humiliated.”

“I deserve to be humiliated,” Addison said with her head hanging low and her double chin inflated.

Juni pinched Addison’s love handles.

“Then let’s get back to work.”

She worked Addison harder all while taunting her relentlessly. And Addison found she still needed to mix things up and do mukbang videos to keep the money steady. She also kept breaking her diet on a regular basis. What did that mean?

It meant that Addison was a yo-yo dieter for several humiliating months, dancing down and back up to 199.

Juniper threw Addison a “piggy party” when she hit the big 2–0-0, complete with an entire sheet cake for her favorite fatty to eat.

Addison was standing around in a skin tight pig costume complete with a rubber nose. Juniper stood with her, behind her, playing with her fat belly, lifting it and shaking it for the camera.

“Here she is, everybody. It’s our favorite piggy ready to celebrate hitting 200 pounds. She’s obese. Isn’t that right, piggy?”

Addison nodded, and her double chin wobbled.

“It’s true. I was a fitness influencer and now I’m obese.”

“And you’re just going to get fatter aren’t you.”

A single tear ran down Addison’s chubby cheeks as she struggled to admit the truth, but she knew she had no choice.

“That’s right. I’m just going to get fatter, and as she admitted this she grabbed her own belly in her hands and began to shake it herself.”

“You’ve given up those silly ideas of getting thin again, or even losing any weight, haven’t you?”

“Yes. I’m giving up.”

“Good, piggy! Let’s celebrate that.”

Juni gestured to the sheet cake which had a big 200 written on it in icing.

“Eat.”

Addison did as she was told and didn’t even bother with her hands. She plowed into the cake with her face, swallowing it bite by bite while snorting like a pig. She felt like a complete hog because she was one, and as each sugary sweet morsel of cake slid down her throat she knew she was condemning herself to a life of gluttony and humiliation, of getting fatter just to see her subscriber count rise.

But she didn’t stop. She kept going, smearing frosting all over her fat face, getting crumbs everywhere. She kept eating until the entire cake was gone and found that sadly… she was still hungry for more.

Six months and fifty pounds later, Addison ran into Breanne again for the first time in a long time.

“Holy shit! Addison is that you?” Breanne was absolutely aghast.

“Y-yeah… it’s me.”

“This is ALL you?” Breanne asked as she gripped Addison’s big blubbery belly with both hands and began to lift it up and down.

“Yeah. It’s all me. I’ve put on a little bit of weight,” blushed Addison as she tried to push Breanne’s hands away.

“Not just a little.”

“Okay. A lot of weight. I’ve gain a lot of weight.”

“You got fat. I mean FAAAAAAT!” laughed Breanne as she began to slap around Addison’s gut, jiggling it in undulating waves with just one had because of its soft consistency.

“Yes. I got fat.”

“I told you you would get fat. And I was right,” said Breanne with a hard poke to Addison’s deep belly button.

“You were right.”

“YOU GOT FAT!” Breanne slapped her knees and practically doubled over in laughter.

“I get it. I got fat. Yes. I’m fat. You were right, and I’m fat.”

“Wow. I mean, I knew you would become a fatty, but you are a FATTY. I mean, you really went whole hog. It’s so gross.” Breanne kept laughing and even threw some oinks right in Addison’s fat face.

“Can we just grab brunch or something?”

“Oh, I’m not hanging out with you. I can’t be seen hanging out with a fat loser like you.”

“B-But.”

“Yeah. Your butt is huge. So waddle on off, now, Piggy.”

Breanne gave a hard spank to Addison’s extremely well padded rear.

“I thought…” Addison was near tears at this betrayal by her former friend, but Breanne was steadfast, cold and indignant.

“I told you not to come blubbering to me when you got a big fat blubber belly. Now that you’re a pig I want nothing to do with you, Fatso. Get your fat ass out of here.” She delivered a second spank and a hard pinch to Addison’s exposed love handle.

Addison just hung her head low and waddled off like she was told to do.

She couldn’t believe that this was what her life had come to. Breanne wasn’t the first of her vain former friends to dump her because she had completely let herself go, and she wouldn’t be the last. And each one that left left Addison feeling more and more isolated which sent her back to the one comfort she could always find, food.

Two years later, Addison's weight seemed to stabilize around three hundred and fifty pounds.

350. It was a hard number to read on the scale. In fact, Addison needed Juniper to read it to her, but she knew that this was her life now, her big fat morbidly obese life. 

“You really did it, Fatso. You’re one hundred pounds heavier than I ever was. That’s tremendous. I bet you’re proud.”

“I…. I’m disgusted.”

“Of course you are. That’s how you’ve always felt about fat people, and now you’re stuck turning it on yourself. I never hated being fat, but you do. And that’s what really makes you pathetic.”

“I am pathetic. I’m a pathetic fatty.”

“You’re so lazy.”

“I’m so lazy.”

“You’re so greedy.”

“I’m so greedy.”

“You can’t stop eating.”

“I can’t. I can’t stop eating. I’m a gluttonous piggy.”

“Say it again.”

“Oink. Oink. I’m a gluttonous piggy. Oink. Oink.”

Her belly was truly enormous now, a stretched out spare tire covered with angry marks from expanding so much, so often and for so long. It was a turgid mass of fat that hung out and over any pants that she was able to somehow squeeze her fat ass into. When it was tight as a massive timpani drum with food, it was a deflated apron of fat that was starting to sag toward her knees. 

Those knees were fat and dimpled as well, a part of a pair of thick wobble legs. She had massive thunder thighs covered in cellulite that forced her to waddle about. They went nicely with her big blubbery ass which completed the fat picture below the waist. Her flabby ass cheeks were also covered with cellulite and were thick and soft like two old pillows that had plenty of give to them.

Back up above what was once her waist before it was completely destroyed by her massive gut and the thick love handles that completed her muffin top, Addison had big surging breasts that rested on the shelf of her belly as blubbery arms with flabby bingo wings and chubby hands with sausage fingers.

Addison’s face was almost unrecognizable with her doughy double chin and fat cheeks. Weirdly, she almost wished her face was fatter so that it would be completely unrecognizable. But it wasn’t to be. When people she knew saw her for the first time in a while, they might not recognize her at first, but eventually it would dawn on them, and then Addison would be greeted with a look that varied. It was always a look of surprise at first and then either disgust, pity or amusement. Usually, it was a combination of the three.

Most of all, Addison hated looking at her face in the mirror and recognizing herself, remembering how slim and sexy and glamorous she was and reminding herself of what she had reduced herself to. While she was no longer gaining tremendous weight every month, Addison knew that surely that number would slowly creep up further as time went by.

The problem was that all Addison could do was make mukbang and humiliation videos. That’s what paid the bills, so she would have to regularly put her big blubbery body on display for the worst people on the internet to laugh at. It’s a shame that Addison never learnt any of the body positivity that Juniper had. If she had been able to let go of her prejudices, she’d probably feel a lot better about what she was doing. Instead she would drag herself past the mirror, and try not to cry as she prepared to stuff herself on camera once again for her “adoring” fans.

She felt like an overstuffed greedy pig who couldn’t stop no matter how much she hated what she had done entirely to herself. She had chosen to go down this road and couldn’t turn back. For her, there was no way to feel slim and sexy and good again. She was stuck living life in the fat lane and the only thing to do was make enough humiliating videos to make enough money to live comfortably. 

So with a stomach that grumbled with both hunger and anxiety, she pressed the record button to start another humiliating day.

“Hey, guys! It’s me, Fatty Addy here with another feast fit for a fat girl like me. Hope you’re ready to watch another hogfest! Today I’m going to be stuffing my big greedy gut with a massive amount of spaghetti and meatballs. Then, I’m going to chase it all down with a big chocolate cake because my big fat piggy ass can’t say no to dessert.”

Fatty Addy shoved both fat hands into the massive bowl and was soon double fisting spaghetti ready to shove both massive handfuls into her mouth. The sauce felt slimy in her hands, and she was both extremely disgusted with herself and extremely hungry and eager to start eating. She found that it was best to just start eating quickly, to get herself into a rhythm and to the point where all she had to think about was the taste of the food and the act of chewing and not how far her life had fallen.

“Oink. Oink. Here I go!”

As Addison dug in, her entire body wobbled. Her pillowy arms quivered as she brought the handfuls of spaghetti to her awaiting mouth, practically drooling as her feast neared. She crammed her chubby cheeks full of spaghetti with no care to the smattering of errant tomato sauce that she got everywhere. Her hands were sauce covered messes that she occasionally licked clean before going back for more.

The spaghetti was rich and slid down easily. She had gotten so used to eating huge quantities of food that this was an easy task. The carbs may have been filling, but she had had much worse.

Even the large greasy meatballs went down with ease. As she bit into them they burst with hot grease that ran down her chins and into her cleavage. Pig that she was, she didn’t care for a second. She just kept scarfing them down. And once that was done it was only a matter of time before she polished off the rest of the spaghetti. She sucked it down and then made a show of running her tongue along the bowl to lick up as much sauce as she could.

“Now it’s time for dessert. I always have room for dessert.”

Addison didn’t even bother to wash her sauce covered hands. She shoved them right into the rich chocolate cake and brought fistfuls two at a time up to her fat face, the chocolate mixing shamelessly from the tomato sauce.

“I’m a real hungry hog. Yes I am. I deserve this.”

Fatty Addy ate the whole cake. She no longer needed Juni to teach her, to motivate her, to humiliate her.

She could do that all on her own.

Call for Story Suggestions and a Weekly Update

Hello,

Since people have expressed interest, I figured I would go ahead and formally open up a post for new story suggestions for "Fat Trimmings" Volume 27. There are still some older suggestions that I'm likely to use, but I always look forward to new suggestions, and I've recently seen a bump in patrons, and want to give those new patrons the chance to suggest ideas along with everyone else.

So suggest away in the comments!

Additionally, to not spam people with emails, I wanted to go ahead an give a programming update for this week in the same post:

"Trading Influence" the special exclusive extended cut will be coming out tomorrow. It is over 7,000 words which is more than double the original story.

I am hard at work at the long awaited next chapter of "The Scales of Time", and I'm very confidant in it being published next week. Over the weekend, I expected to organize all the previous chapters into Act 1 and Act 2 and rerelease them to make it easier for new readers to catch up and to hype people up for the next chapter which will officially open Act 3, the climactic act of the story.

Also this week, I will be starting the process on "Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts" Volume 8 which will open as usual with a poll for people to vote on. I honestly, do not currently have an idea of how to theme this poll, so if you have suggestions for that as well as suggestions for "Fat Trimmings" Volume 27 stories, I would love to read them. In the past I've done polls with groups of people, and I've done polls with topics. Not sure what to do with this one, probably one of those again, but I'd love input.

Thanks for your time, and suggest away in the comments.

Nightmare Pigs Epilogue - DRAFT

This epilogue is turning out way longer than I thought it would, and, at over 2,500 words I thought this would be a nice place to stop for now and share what I've done. When I finish the second half of this piece, I'll post both together instead of posting them as part one and part two and being confusing since ultimately I want to publish the whole thing as one big epilogue.

Anyway...

Enjoy!

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Things weren’t always easy for Marjorie. Even in college people aren’t exactly the most mature, and the world can be cruel to people of her size. She knew that. She was well aware of the fact that she was on the higher side of fat, morbidly obese as it were, and that a lot of people would look down at her for that sort of thing. They warned her about medical issues. They insulted her with their fake concern. They called her lazy and out of control and all sorts of names.

But Marjorie also knew she had something for when the world wanted to look down on her, something that would keep her going even through the darkest of times.

Marjorie had some of the best friends anyone could ask for. Her friends were kind to her. They were supportive of her. They were always there for her, and they knew what Marjorie was going through because they were going through it too.

All of Marjorie’s friends were big fat slobs, bloated, gassy girls far from glamorous. And even though each and every one of them was fatter than Marjorie was and faced more insults than she did, and certainly had to deal with a number of hygiene issues that Marjorie didn’t have to deal with, they were all unashamed, and Marjorie found that to be incredibly inspiring.

Take Syn for example.

Marjorie watched Syn waddle into the campus dining hall and instantly watched heads turn to leer and gawk at the fat woman in fishnets and a pair of black shorts that barely contained her bulbous rear end. Syn wore a broken corset that couldn’t hope to contain her massive belly which spilled out from under it and over the waistband of her shorts. Her jelly belly jiggled with each pondering step, and the fishnets threatened to break from the friction of her fat thighs rubbing together. Cellulite covered fat oozed through the holes, and people took notice. Several of them stuck their fingers in their mouths and made a gagging sound, and a few especially mean sorority sisters came up to Syn, poked her in her gelatinous gut and then let loose a loud chorus of moos.

And how did Syn react?

“Fuck you, hos!” she declared with a defiant double bird to her would be tormentors.

Then she slapped her belly and gave it a big shake.

“You jealous? You prissy pricks want some of this? Oh yeah! Look at it! Look at it! Drink it in, losers.”

And then…

PPPPPFFFFFFFPPPHHHRRRRRRRBBBTTTTT!!!!!!

Syn lifted her leg like she was going to take a sumo wrestler stance and instead ripped a titanic fart and wafted the stench over toward her enemies who began to gag for real and run away.

“Yeah. You like that, you bleach blonde bitches! You skinny whores! Take it! Take it all!”

And with a few more less controlled toots for good measure, Syn waddled over to Marjorie’s table.

Marjorie wished she could have Syn’s devil may care attitude and outrageous outward confidence. She was sure that the cruel words must be getting to her on the inside, at least a little bit, but Syn was strong and didn’t let it show. She was always able to give just as well as she got and turned what others made fun of her, her fat and her flatulence, into some of her greatest weapons. She often left Marjorie in awe with her raw fat goth biker chick kind of energy.

The dining hall bench groaned as Syn sat down next to Marjorie. For a moment there was a flash in her mind. She was Cynthia again, disgusted, horrified by the obese slob that she was. She pawed at her belly fat as she felt heat flash across the back of her neck. She felt her fat flabby well cushioned ass sit down on the bench next to this fat loser she used to make fun of, a fat loser that was now thinner than she was (without losing any weight). The bench groaned under her blubbery body weight, and she thought about how thin and light she used to be, how graceful she had been, how prim and proper. She tried to push herself up to run away but only ended up lifting one leg and-

Pfffffffffft

Then she looked at Marjorie.

“Sup, slut?” Syn asked as she stole one of Marjorie’s cheese fries and plopped it into her mouth.

“You can get your own, you know,” snarked Marjorie. Standing up for herself like this was still relatively new to her, but her fat friend group had filled her with confidence.

“Yeah. I know. I know,” muttered Syn in deference.

“It’s just such a long walk and I needed a breather. Okay?”

Marjorie looked at Syn and nodded with sympathy.

“Yeah. Okay. But you owe me more cheese fries when you get up.”

“And cheesy garlic bread and some cookies. I know the drill. You got it.”

“Thanks… whore.”

“Yeah. No. That doesn’t sound the same coming from you.”

“I thought I’d try it on.”

“It didn’t fit.”

“Just like your corset.”

The two laughed together as they shared the cheese fries with Syn hungrily calculating just how many she could have and how long she would be able to go without having to get up and get more herself. She figured that if she could just hold out long enough, another one of their friends might show up, and she might be able to convince her to get the food for them.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Big Bee came waddling in.

Bethany would have strut with purpose. She would have had a confident, dominant gait meant to demonstrate her power and cultivate both awe and fear. But Big Bee, alternately known as Big Bertha depending on the moment, had a slow ponderous waddle mostly because of the immense size of her tree trunk thighs but also because of the amount she had just toked up before coming here. With her eyes bleary and her fat legs feeling like they were walking through sand, Big Bee giggled to herself and let out a little toot that elicited another burst of laughter as she was “propelled” toward the table occupied by Marjorie and Syn.

“Heeeeeey there…. Ladies.” droned Bee.

“Sup, Bertha, you big bad bitch,” replied Syn whose eyes gleamed as she saw the opportunity she had been waiting for.

“Hey, do you mind getting us some more food while you’re already up?”

“Awww yeah, kiwohsabeeeeeeeee. Anything for me amigops.”

The unnecessary p at the end of amigos was further punctuated by a pop of flatulence that burst from Bee’s blubbery behind.

“You don’t have to,” interjected Marjoie.

“But if you wanted to,” hurried Syn.

“We would love some more cheese fries, some cheesy garlic bread, some pizza, some meatballs, and some cookies.”

“You got it, homeslice,” nodded Big Bee with her mind really leaning toward that mention of pizza.

She threw up the weakest finger guns that her chubby, uncoordinated sausage fingers could still manage and waddled off to fetch the food for her fat friends.

As She began to pile her platter full of plates of food, the same sorority girls from earlier came circling around to make fun of Bethany.

“Hey there, Big Bertha, you bloated cow.”

“Moooooooo, you fat hippie loser.”

“Gonna cram your big fat face full of more food, aren’t you? You really need all that, pig?”

“Piggy can’t help herself. Isn’t that right, Piggy? Oink. Oink. Oink.”

“Yeah! Come on and oink for us, Piggy!”

“No. No. Moo for us, you fat cow.”

Big Bee just let the insults bounce off her blubber and shook her head.

“Why you gotta like make fun of my body, man? Like all bodies are b-beaUTiful no matter how big they are. And yeah. I may be big… big, big, blubbery, big blubber wubba chubba wubba blub blub blubbery blubber big and blubbery but I’m big and beautiful… baby.”

“You’re fat and disgusting,” one of the girls spat back.

“Well that’s like… your opinion, man.”

Phhrrrrrrbbbbbtttt

The fart squeaked out of Bee and got the sorority sisters gagging.

“Oh, god, not again.”

“This fat pig is just like her friend.”

“Of course she is, we could already smell her from a mile away.”

“Gross!”

“What’s the matter?” Bee asked with a shrug and a sniff of her own flatulence.

“It’s like natural. All of us do it, you know.”

“Have some decency and do it elsewhere?”

“Why?” asked Bee as she let rip another trumpeting fart that sent the sorority sisters running and screaming.

“Some people just can’t handle a little bit of nature,” mused Bee as she raised her fat arms above her head exposing her sweaty armpit hair. 

As a whiff of her own body odor hit her, Bee’s eyes went wide.

For a moment she was Bethany again and dealing with the fact that she had been turned into this fat, flatulent, foul smelling pig, an absolute obese hog. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. She was supposed to be slim and sexy, prim and proper in complete control. She was the one who pushed around others not just the kind of fat pathetic loser who let others insult her. But here she was, fat as hell and smelling disgusting.

Bethany couldn’t help herself and took a big sniff of her armpit just to see how bad things have gotten, and as she coughed at her own smell and sent her bingo wings wobbling along with the rest of her big fat blubbery body, she let out a few more farts. Bethany tried to fight against it all, but her drug filled haze began creeping forward again in her mind, and soon she was Big Bee once more.

“Now where was I?” she thought before looking at the platter she had been filling.

“Oh right! The pizza. Yuuuuuuuuummmmmm.”

Big Bee went back to piling her platter with all the food she was asked for and brought it over to her friends.

“Here you go,” she said with a wide lazy smile.

“Thanks, slut. You gonna have some?”

“Nah. I’m gonna go back and get my own pizza… and some wings… and some pasta… yeah.”

“You sure? Syn can share this pizza with you and get you more later. You shouldn’t have to do all the work.”

“Heeeey. Nah. Is fiiiine. We are… fully good,” Bee said with a chuckle and then turned to waddle off back toward the buffet line to fill a platter for herself.

Marjorie watched Big Bee waddle off and couldn’t help but stare at the way her big blubbery buttcheeks bounced and sway with every sing slow lumbering step. She admired the way Big Bee walked- well waddled- through life with seldom a care in the world. Whereas Syn was full of confrontation, Bee was endlessly pleasant and relaxed. They made an excellent pairing. And their trio was completed by–

“Booyah!” blurted Didi as she bellied her way through the dining hall door. And once inside her blubbery butt let loose a tremendous trumpeting blast of ass gas.

“WOOF! Get a load of that! Damn!” Didi, formerly Diana, said as she lifted a leg and let another one rip followed by a peel of loud nasally laughter that sent her big belly bouncing.

Didi, despite how heavy she was, managed to bounce with a pep in each waddling step. Syn showed her confidence through her ability to confront and stand up to others. Bee displayed hers by being relaxed and letting things come as they were. The artist formerly known as Diana let her confidence shine through pure unadulterated joy, a kind of manic energy that could not possibly be contained just like her clothes could not possibly contain all her blubber.

She was a bubbly blubbery girl, and her outfit reflected all of that. She was a big girl in bright pink booty shorts that barely contained her blubbery butt cheeks and a matching pink tube top that was not ashamed to let big gluttonous gut hang out. Her big meaty muffin top was out and proud as it spilled over the waistband of her shorts which were ridiculously tiny on her butt would have fit old mousy Diana in one leg. This new and improved version also proudly displayed her tig ol’ bitties with the help of a heavy duty push up bra. She had big balloons for breasts that still made her rather popular at parties with men and women alike despite her proponderous sides and propensity for flatulence.

Didi was truly like a balloon filled with hot air include in her empty head. That head was topped with platinum blonde hair teased with enough hairspray to get her an international reprimand under the Paris Climate Accords. Her fat face was graced by two extra chins which wobbled along with the rest of her ballooned out body as she waddled about without a care in the world just doing whatever she pleased as one big supersized id. 

She didn’t even bother to blush as she was met with a mix of cat calls and jeers, lustful stares and judgmental leers alike. Didi just carried through it all like carried herself through the majority of life, mostly oblivious. 

Once again those pesky sorority sisters came around.

“Oh, god another one of those pathetic fatties.”

“It’s a real pig show in here today.”

“They’ll just let anyone wander around with their gut hanging out. Like, that’s disgusting. People are trying to eat here.”

“You’re gross!” one of them shouted as she slapped Didi’s big sweaty belly and gave it a shake.

Didi couldn’t help but let out a little moan as her blubbery belly was touched.

“And you’re hot. Wanna bang?”

As Diana felt her big belly being pinched and shook, her old personality slipped back, and she had to admit that what she was saying she said freely. An unexpected side effect of completely emptying her mind seemed to unlock a lot of incredibly repressed sexual inhibitions, and Diana fully came forth in moments like these where she felt like she was living like Jekyll and Hyde. She felt herself practically purr at the thought of it all. As much as her fat body disgusted her, this unbridled confidence she had gained, this carnal awakening, it was intoxicating and she wanted more of it. Unlike most of the others, Diana found herself in control so much more often. She’d shift from Didi, take what she wanted and then fade back into blissful ignorance. Diana was free to live a life of unbridled lust and then let Didi live her life of unbridled gluttony. She would almost be thankful for it all if she didn’t have to spend her time being an incredible fatso, a gluttonous pig in garish pink outfits.

Old prejudices die hard, but they seeped away as another whining fart escaped her fat ass and Didi took over once again.

“Damnit, this one too!”

“Of course she’s full of gas. She’s a parade balloon!”

“You disgusting pig!”

“You cow!”

Didi was blissfully unaware of the cries of the sorority sisters as she helped herself to a cupcake before filling her own platter with a hearty multi-plate dinner and waddled over to her table of friends.

Marjorie really admired how Didi wasn’t afraid to put herself out there and was always so joyful. She was really happy for Didi and her ability to find happiness with seemingly anyone she wanted.

Of course, Marjorie was a one woman kind of gal, and the butterflies in her big fat stomach fluttered as she looked over and saw her big beautiful girlfriend entering the dining hall.

Trading Influence Teaser

The first part of what is turning out to be an extra lengthy epilogue of Nightmare Pigs will be out tonight. In the meantime, to show you all that I really am working on the exclusive extended cut of Trading Influence, here's a teaser of some of what I've gotten done so far.

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One day while eating brunch with her friend Breanne, Addison brought up the idea while instagramming her chicken and waffles.

“So you would like eat this chicken and waffles…. But on camera?” asked Breanne with a true look of confusion on her face.

“Yeah. That’s basically the whole deal, chicken and waffles, burgers whatever. People love to watch people eat junk food for some reason, and they love to watch hotties like me do it even more.”

“People like hotties like us doing anything.”

“Exactly, so this is gold. I’ll still have more old audience and grow a whole knew one, and by the end of this I’ll be making more money than ever. It’s a sweet deal, literally when I do videos like like cake and ice cream and junk.”

“So you’re going to get fat,” sneered Breanne as her face recoiled in revulsion.

“I’m going to let my diet go a little bit.”

“You’re going to get fat.”

“I’m not going to get fat,” replied Addison as she shoved a big bite of chicken and waffles into her mouth defiantly.

“Yes you are. You’re going eat like a pig for money and turn yourself into a fatty.”

“With my metabolism that’s impossible. I can eat what I want and never gain weight.”

Breanne shook her head.

“You’re not going to eat what you want. You’re going to PURPOSEFULLY STUFF YOURSELF. That’s a recipe for a big fat disaster.”

Addision slammed her hands on the table hard enough to make everything shake.

“Look! I’m not going to get fat. Fat people are lazy and disgusting. Just because I’m going to be eating more doesn’t mean I’m going to stop working out less like I’m a lazy fatso. I’m not going to gorge myself and become a jumbo couch potato. Okay? I’m just going to be rich. So shut the hell up and let’s get another round of mimosas, you basic bitch.”

“Okay. But don’t come blubbery to me when you’re a great big blubbery mess.”

Addison just glared at Breanna as she took another big bite of her chicken and waffles and flagged down the waitress for more refill of their bottomless mimosas. 

She was very sure of her plan. Addison was always sure of everything she did, and there was no way Breanne was ever going to talk her out of things no matter how mean spirited she was being about it. Addison had the plan. All she needed was the partner.

And that brought her to Juniper, or Jumbo Juni as she was often referred to. Juni was a professional eater, a mukbang influencer. She ate food with a flourish. Sometimes she would eat foods enthusiastically and review things. Sometimes she would do videos where she tried every kind of something. And a lot of times she had videos where all she did was eat as much as she could. Addison had a true distaste for Juni and everything that she did, but she had to admit that this was a perfect opportunity.

Since Addison had also had such a strict focus on diet and exercise, she thought just straight up letting go of her own diet and stuffing her face for the amusement of others would be as opposite as she could possibly think. Addison has gotten plenty of feedback that she came off as vain and cold and too prim and proper to be fun, so this would show people that she could cut loose. Addison had even been accused of fat shaming multiple times in the past. 

In fact, Jumbo Juni had been a victim of Addision’s cyber bullying in the past.

“Just look at this #COW Stuffing her fat face. #FATTY #DISGUSTING.”

“People like Jumbo Juni are pathetic, greedy #HOGS and should be ashamed of themselves.”

“The fact that Jumbo Juni, an absolute #OBESE # SLOB has a platform where she gets to influence others with her gluttony is #DISGUSTING. She’s a #HAMBEAST and nobody should be striving to be a lazy #FATSO like her.”

These were just a few of the diatribes that Addision liked to go on, often stoked by her followers and a few nips of tequila. 

And, while it was true that Addison had a deep prejudice against fat people whom she did enjoy making fun of, she needed to keep her public persona cleaned up, and this would likely help with that. She was confident that her regularly fat shaming crew would stick around to still admire her own slamming body, and she could pick up a lot of the body positivity crowd. They were real cash cows! And pathetic fatties love a redemption story. Addison would give that to them. She could find a way to be nice in public and keep her judgments to herself.

Addison did briefly have the thought that doing this might end up making her put on a few pounds, but she figured it wouldn’t be anything truly noticeable, and she’d be able to easily work off a few pounds when she was done. It wasn’t like she was going to turn into a complete tub of blubber like Jumbo Juni. She’d never let herself become that much of a pig.

Of course, if Addision had looked more carefully into just how thin Juniper had been before she started mukbanging, she might have reconsidered the whole experiment. Instead, Addison remained blissfully unaware of the true consequences that awaited her.

Addison would soon be waddling down a road from which there would be no return as she took a swerve into life in the fat lane.

But Addision was blissfully unaware of what was in store for her as she met up with Jumbo Juni for the first time.

“Wow, you really are jumbo, Jumbo.”

“And you really are a skinny bitch. Remind me why I agreed to do this again?”

“Because I’m the hottie whose going to get your fatass in shape and you’re going to end this whole thing with way more money and followers than you’ve ever dreamed of.”

“Right,” Juni said with a nod and an eyeroll.

She knew the truth. She didn’t really care about losing weight. What she was looking forward to was getting Addison to stuff herself silly making mukbang videos and blowing herself up like a balloon like she had. Juni knew that there was no way that Addison's waistline was going to escape this unscathed, and she was happy to take her revenge for all of the fat shaming Addison had done to her, turn her into the kind of girl Addison would have labeled a cow and give her a taste of her own big fat medicine.

"Fat Trimmings" Volume 26

So I said I wasn't going to do this. Then I went away for the weekend, got back, looked at my numbers, said "Oh this won't do. I need content," and then banged this out really quickly, so here we are.

2 short stories. 2,000 words.

Enjoy!

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“What I Wanted”

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They asked me what I wanted, so I told them. What I really wanted to do was eat.

That’s exactly what I said, and they looked at me with the strangest looks on their faces as if what I just said was some kind of archaic, inscrutable, unknowable nonsense.

“But that can’t possibly be all you want.”

And I said… “Believe me. It is.”

Then I went on to tell them that that’s truly ALL I wanted. I told them that if I could do nothing but eat all day, I would be perfectly content with my life, not just content in fact but overjoyed. Eating has long been what I’ve lived for and lusted after. I told them I would love nothing more than to sit around on by big fat and growing fatter ass stuffing my face like an absolute pig with no care in the world save for the choice of which dessert I would eat next. Hell, you could sit me in one of those machines like Homer Simpson in hell and feed me doughnuts non-stop, and I would be enthusiastic about the whole affair.

“But you’re so thin,” they mused.

“Well yes, now. If I could eat with reckless abandon and worry about nothing but that, that would change completely.”

“And… you’d want that? But you’re what so many strive to be.”

“Yes, I get that. I really do. I understand that I’m what most people would consider stereotypically hot, but I don’t care about that. In fact, if anything I’d rather be fat.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Being stereotypically hot is just so much work. There’s so much pressure. People want to tear you down and insult you anyway, so it’s like, why not just get fat and relax? No more gym time. Just lazing about eating, and eating and eating.”

I really couldn’t stress that point enough. It wasn’t like I wanted to get fat. That wasn’t the thing I was seeking out. Getting fat was just an inevitable consequence that I was more than willing to deal with to get what I really wanted. Truly, I was ready to blow up like a balloon if it meant I would get to eat and only eat.

So that’s what I did. I was granted the time and ability to eat as much as I want, and I always want a lot. And I have have blown up accordingly now.

I have a big bulging pot belly and thick thunder thighs that rub together. At first they did that just when I was sitting. They’d gotten real soft and squishy, and when I sat down they spread out and my new little pot belly would gently kiss the tops of them. Now they touch no matter what I do. I waddle from one meal to the next, and when I sit down to eat my great big gut rolls out across my lap.

I’m always comfortable too. I love to recline when I eat, and even if I can’t as long as I can sit my big fat flabby ass is large enough, soft and squishy enough to act as natural cushion and make any sit comfortable- well, any seat without arms anyway. My big, thick, juicy love handles - slabs of fat that they are - make sitting in chairs with arms a big of a challenge. But still, I manage. I can’t complain, even if my big saggy chest causes me some back problem every once in a while.

Plenty of people don’t understand. I get tons of looks and odd words, especially from people who knew me before I got fat. But I just let those insults roll off my rolls like water off the back of a big fat duck. I’m big and beautiful and happy. I eat to my heart's content and that keeps me content. This is a great big glorious life.

And I can picture it getting bigger and better. I can see myself lounging like a big fat queen indulging in hedonistic pleasure non-stop, plump in bed resting on cushions of my own billowy fat all while I stuff myself with whatever I want, ice cream, doughnuts, juicy steaks and full sized pizzas with multiple toppings.

Oh the pizzas!

Four cheese pizzas to start the week. Meat lovers on Monday. Tucking into an array of endless mini-pizzas on Tuesdays and so on and so forth. The indulgences never need to end.

It’s a fantastic situation that can only get better as I eat more and more and grow fatter and fatter. I love it all.

Really, this whole thing just leaves me with one last big fat question.

What do you want?

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“On the Other Side of the Tank”

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Boy, those girls are getting fat!

Okay, the one in the middle already was fat- I mean- not always- I’ve done my research. I know that Veronica girl used to be some kind of big shot swimmer. Well, now she’s just big. She looks like an absolute manatee crammed into her mermaid outfit. 

And that’s why I’m here. I love watching skinny bitches turn into big fat bitches. To watch a skinny bitch go from being on top of the world and falling into the humiliating status as a fat loser, just like the kind they used to make fun of, that kind of schadenfreude is delicious to me. 

You can always tell when a fat girl used to be one of those skinny mean girls. I’ve seen the old pictures she has on Instagram, and you can see the arrogance in her eyes, that sense of superiority. You can look at Veronica’s pictures when she was a hardbodied hottie and know that she was the kind of person who made fun of fat girls. 

I’ve always hated girls like that, the kind of women who bring down everyone, including other women, just to lift themselves up. They’re the kind of girls who always used to make fun of me in high school, to call me a willowy flat chested nerd. Well, I bet you she’d kill to be described as willowy now instead of being called a big tub of lard.

I called her that the other day, shouted it right through the glass as she stuffed her fat face with another fish sandwich. I saw the look in her eyes, and I knew that it hurt. Good. I wanted it to hurt. I want her to be fat and miserable living with the knowledge that she’s forever going to experience all of the pain and humiliation she doled out to others ten fold. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen some people she used to go to school with. They tend to gather in groups at a time, like they’ve made this a personal revenge outing, and, honestly, good for them. I love that for them. Knowing that they’re a part of enjoying her downfall, knowing that they actually get to achieve what all of us bullied people have dreamt of - seeing their bullies brought low and humiliated - that’s a beautiful thing to me.

There’s a lot of her to make fun of, the big bulging spare tire, her fat face with its multiple chins that jiggle as she stuffs herself with sandwich after sandwich. We can’t see her thighs because of the ridiculous looking tale, but we can tell the massive width of them combined. Her thighs must be huge. Every once in a while I think about sticking around late after hours to see if I can sneak a picture of her out of costume, maybe see her waddling to her car. I can guarantee that she has to do that now. Her thighs must be too big to walk normally. That’s got to be extra humiliating for a woman like her, someone who used to be an athlete. To be someone who didn’t just move like the average person but who excelled at it, who hoped to make a living off of the way their body could move and then to be reduced to such limited mobility, to be so slow and lumbering and with her fat thighs constantly pressed together rubbing against one another and reminding her of how fat she is…. That must be the most humiliating thing in the world.

But at least she’s still making money off her body, even if it’s not the way she planned. Now Veronica gets to keep her body on display, showing it off like she used to do while displaying her new found skill of stuffing herself with an endless array of junk.

It’s been a lot of fun watching her show over the last few months. I can see that she’s gained even more weight and that she’s uncomfortable with it. I can see the humiliation in her eyes bite after bite as she eats another fish sandwich. I can see how much she wishes she was forcing it down, but she knows that the truth is even worse. She wants it. She wants to eat. She loves the taste and can’t get enough of it. She needs more even if it means more pounds piling onto her waistline, more laughter in her fat face. She wishes she could be done with all of this, but she knows she can’t be. She needs this job. She needs this food.

And then every once in a while I see the smirk she makes when she looks to her sides and sees the women that are in the same boat.

Oh boy, I mentioned them earlier, but they’re quite the thrill as well, the two skinny bitches who are her assistants, they’re not so skinny anymore. I see them, struggling to suck in their guts as they’re forced to eat more and more. I like to watch them for any new signs of added softness on their previously slim frames. And I always love the looks of desperation on their faces as they pray that they don’t have to eat anymore and get any fatter.

But that’s exactly what’s going to happen to them, and deep down they know it even if they don’t want to accept it. They used to look at Veronica with such a smug sense of superiority, but now they look at her with fear- the fear that they might end up just like her, big fat blubbery messes getting paid to eat and get laughed at and unable to stop.

Maybe they’ll get their own traveling shows. Yes. I could see that, as the Thick Burger girls get thicker, they’ll get too big for the same time. Then you can have three tanks, and each tank will get two new skinny bitches who will eat and eat and eat, blowing up until they too get too big- too fat- for the tank. And then the cycle can continue.

Wouldn’t that be something? 

I’d pay to see that over and over again. I’d pay to buy them a sandwich and get myself one too.

I have to be careful though. I’m not exactly willowy anymore thanks to all these trips to Thick Burger. I’m just like Veronica’s former friends and the people she used to bully, the ones who come here regularly to gawk at and taunt her. We’ve all put on more than a few pounds, me more than most others. I’m a real Thick Burger regular now, and it shows.

I’ve got the big belly and the wide hips, the thick thighs that are night quite touching just yet but might be soon. I’ve got the flabby ass and the start of a double chin. Yes. If I’m not careful, I’ll be a real porker soon. But at least I’ll never be the fattest one here. I can take solace in watching others grow far fatter, faster.

Everything about this is so scintillating. It’s a nonstop feast for the senses. Maybe I could stop. Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I could walk away, but I’m not sure that I can.

It’s all just too good.

Scenes from a Casual Dining Restaurant: Chapter 2

This is the continuation of Scenes from a Casual Dining Restaurant, a story about the staff and customers of Roly Oly's over the course of five different Valentine's Days. This chapter comprises parts 3 and 4 which covers the second and third Valentine's Days.

Scenes from a Casual Dining Restaurant is a commission piece which I am still continuing. When I conceived this chapter, I always wanted to combine two Valentine's Days into one chapter with the story structured as a mirror, but then things took so much time to write I ended up initially publishing each year as more or less its own part. Reading it as one complete chapter is essentially how I intended it to be read.

Enjoy!

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“Oof.”

Judith grunted as she struggled with the button of her work slacks. Working at Roly Oly’s for this long hadn’t been a part of her five year plan. Well, she didn’t actually have a five year plan, but if she had, working this long at Roly Oly’s certainly wouldn’t have been on it.

And yet, here she was, working on her second full year here and working through her second pair of work slacks.

“Maybe I could safety pin it?” Judith whispered to herself.

As her finger slipped and popped off the hanging by a thread button for good, that sealed it. She would need to go shopping for larger pants tomorrow, something she probably should have done a month ago. But for today she would get by with a safety pin and then covering the gap with her work apron. She was thankful for the coverage and the far more forgiving apron strings.

The pants would still be a problem, and she would need to be careful during the night, but she didn’t feel like they were going to burst at any moment. The apron offered good cover, and she didn’t feel like her ass was in danger of blowing out any seams. She wasn’t Corinne.

The hostess with the mostest had put on a bit of weight this year as well, and most of that weight had gone straight to her ass. For the moment, it was doing her a lot of favors. Corinne was always used to being the center of attention, and that became even more true as her ass grew. It was always curvy, but this new swelling of her cheeks really pulled the fabrics of her outfits tight. Often, this was in the best way possible. Sometimes, this had required Corinne to go up a size or two. And on rare occasions, it had caused her to have a few wardrobe malfunctions, though Judith had only been privy to one of them.

It was at the company Christmas party.

Corinne had came dressed in a slutty Mrs. Claus outfit, and took full advantage of the feast that Ophelia and the rest of the kitchen crew had put together as well as the very open bar. And sure enough, midway through the night as Corinne was gyrating on the impromptu dance floor, her skirt popped off thanks to her widened hips, and as she bent down to pick it up the safety shorts she was wearing underneath it split right down the middle. That was followed by a raucous amount of laughter from the other attendees, Judith included.

And what followed after that was weeks of dieting. Corinne had never imagined she would be one of those people that made a New Year’s resolution to lose weight, but that’s what she found herself doing, and it went pretty well for a while.

But now, come Valentine’s Day, Corinne’s diet, something she had never been used to doing before, had been broken, and the pounds had started to creep back on again, packing her pants with two chunky cheeks. Still, her recent success at losing weight, made it easy for Corinne to ignore the fact that she was putting it back on, and, after a few weeks of eating humble pie, she was back on her arrogant warpath.

“Samir, I told you to keep your fat ass out of the way!” she yelled as she strut past the obese line chef with her own chubby cheeks bouncing up and down.

“Jeez, Corinne seems like even more of a bitch than usual.” huffed Judith as she tentatively released her belly to make sure that the safety pin would hold.

“Maybe I should get her the chocolate mousse I made a little earlier. She might be cranky cause her blood sugar’s low.” laughed Ophelia.

“I wish she’d just give up that diet for good. It would be better for the rest of us,” sighed Judith.

“Plus she’d be fat and that would be fun.”

“I’d love it if the hostess with the mostess got fat. Her butt would get huge and split some more pants.”

“The hostess with the most ass!”

The two friends continued to laugh to themselves unheard by Corinne who was already mostly out of the kitchen and distracted by Rodrigo, one of the bus boys.

“Hey, mami. You got a rockin ass. You wanna get out of here after this?”

Corinne stomped her foot, sending a quiver through her softened thigh, and shot daggers through Rodrigo with her eyes.

“Hey Rod, fuck you. An ass like this doesn’t get with a guy like you. I’m going places. Got it? So shut your mouth whenever you see me or I’m putting one of my heels up your ass.”

With that Corinne mad her way to the front of house. Along the way, she pulled at the back of her skirt and promised herself that she would limit herself to just one serving of chocolate mousse later…. Two tops.

Corinne couldn’t help but daydream as she stood behind her podium waiting for guests to arrive. Standing here hadn’t been part of the plan. Her career as a model/actress/influencer/general superstar should have taken off by now, and the fact that it hadn’t was beginning to put a few cracks in Corinne’s previously unbreakable ego.

As Corinne’s mind drifted off she imagined a future version of herself still stuck in her small apartment struggling to get by as a model and actress mostly because she had grown too fat and lazy. Corinne saw herself waddling about in a pair of worn out gray sweatshorts stretched far too tight against titanic ass cheeks, so tight that she could see the dimples of her cellulite through the fabric. Her ass was so big that her blubbery cheeks were spilling out of the shorts and giving her a case of permanent plummer’s crack. 

The bottoms were also starting to crest out of the legs of her frayed shorts, though they were stuck competing with her tree trunk thighs, massive pillars of quiver flesh slapping and rubbing together as she waddled from her semi-permanent spot on the couch to her kitchen to once again get more snacks to stuff her greedy face with. She saw herself with a fierce set of stretch mark and cellulite covered thunder thighs, each one far bigger than her waist used to be.

And that waist had blown outward with thick juicy love handles and an incredibly large and lazy gut that hung out from below her food stained tank top. The lower roll of her spongy double belly was marred by stretch marks and hung low. It quivered with every little move her big fat body made. It was a heavy mass weighing her down in front but nicely countered by the even large weight of her wideload, dump truck ass.

In this envisioned future, Corinne’s breasts had grown into big sagging udders, she had fat pillowy arms complete with jiggly bingo wings. And even her face was fat, fat and tired with multiple chins and jiggly jowls. She looked flushed from the slightest exertion, her face growing pinker in hue and adding to her piggish appearance.

“Ey, you got a table?”

Corinne’s daydream was interrupted by Eddie O’Leary. 

She shook her head and nodded, and as she reached for the menus, she realized that she had wrappers left at her station after eating several chocolate after dinner mints without even realizing it.

Eddie had seen better days. The stresses of the last year and his on again off again relationship with his wife Brenda had left the pretty boy looking pretty paunchy. Eddie was the kind of guy used to being a big shot, always in control, and he was too vain to change his clothes just yet. This meant that his paunch was unflatteringly highlighted by his far too tight shirt which was awkwardly punched in the pants that he was straining to stay fitting into. When combined with the start of receding hairline, this gave him much more of a used car salesman vibe than he was used to. As he wiped the sweat from his brow he also remembered that he had called for a table out of habit, but as of two last nights again he and Brenda were officially on the outs again.

“Oh uh, actually, I’m just gonna sit at the bar,” Eddie muttered and hung his head giving himself a bit of a double chin as he sighed.

Eddie wasn’t at the bar very long when he heard it.

“Oh no need honey, we’re just gonna have a seat at the bar.”

The distinct nasally Staten Island accent of his wife Brenda.

Brenda had also put on a fair bit of weight in the last year, no longer the sculpted hard body she used to be. But she was far better off with the added pounds than Eddie was. Whereas Eddie’s paunchy form made him look rather schlubby, Brenda’s weight gain only enhanced her curves, giving her a perfect hourglass figure.

She was dressed to the nines in a killer pair of heels and a skintight silver dress that hugged every inch of her curvy body. Brenda’s thick thighs were on display as the dress barely came down below her full, ripe, peach on an ass. Two swollen cheeks threatened to pop out the bottom of the dress and flash the whole world. Brenda’s ass had expanded into two billowing basketballs supporting by wide hips. Those hips were so wide that they allowed Brenda to keep her hourglass figure going despite the fact that her middle was not nearly as trim as it used to be.

Brenda’s middle had indeed gotten quite soft with some little love handles starting to form, but what stuck out the most, quite literally, was the start of a generously swelling pot belly. The fabric of the dress perfectly formed around her spongy middle to showcase the pudgy paunch and tease its potential to grow so much bigger.

Now, to maintain an hourglass figure, one needs to be stacked both below and up top, and to have an hourglass with the kind of bulging gut that Brenda was growing she needed to be stacking even more. Lucky for Brenda, she was working with a full library up top. Her gigantic breasts were swelling out of her bra and barely contained by the already purposefully low cut dress. They were massive and ready for motorboating. Her bountiful breasts bounced seductively with each step in rhythm with her ass and belly. She was hypnotic as she walked into Roly Oly’s.

Of course, Eddie’s eyes landed on her breasts but quickly went to the male companion that was hanging onto her softer arm. He was a stocky fellow, a good deal shorter than Brenda thanks to her high heels and big hair. Eddie glared at him with his teeth grinding together like gears as he worked through in his mind exactly how he wanted to tell them to go fuck themselves.

“Give me a beer,” he said to John at the bar instead.

“Such sparkling repartee. What a wonderful treat of an evening I’m in for,” said John with a roll of his eyes as he pulled the beer.

Eddie was beginning to chug his beer as Brenda sashayed over to the bar.

“Oh hey, Eddie. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Oh shut up, Brenda. You bringing this toad around here tryin’ to make me jealous or something?”

“Can it, Eddie. At least he knows how to treat a lady.”

“You gonna bring this putz here, cheatin’ on me, and taunton’ me right in my face?”

“Oh please, like you weren’t steppin’ out here lookin’ for tail. Screw off, Eddie.”

“Screw off, Brenda.”

John had to admit, he thought it was weirdly cute how the two lovebirds couldn’t bring themselves to say the f word directly to each other.

“Alright, you three. Play nice or get out,” he said as he laid down three more beers in front of them.

And that was how the rest of their evening played out, Brenda and Eddie sniped for a long while even over mozzarella sticks, and onions rings, and loaded french fries. They each ordered a big burger and complained about each other to each other with their mouths full. A whole year’s worth of grievances were aired between the two of them while Brenda’s ate his burger and picked at whatever french fries Brenda didn’t take for herself.

Eventually, when the man had had enough of Eddie’s jawing and finally decided to say something, it as his jaw that forcefully met Eddie’s fist.

“Oh, Eddie!” shouted Brenda with a voice tinged with glee.

“Alright, looks like we finally chose the get out option. Took longer than I thought, honestly.” sighed John as he rung Brenda and Eddie up and threw them out of the bar.

Brenda looked down at her date who was still trying to pull himself back together.

“See ya, loser. I’m goin’ home with a real man.”

As they left together, Eddie sunk his hand into the fat around Brenda’s waist as he pulled her close. Their chubby bodies pressed together and jiggled simulataneously as he nobbled on her earlobe.

“Hey, babe. Before we head home, what do you say to stoppin’ off somewhere for dessert?”

“Sounds delicious.”

Meanwhile, Judith was serving her favorite regulars, the impressively obese Jake and Alexa who were working their way through multiple courses of Ophelia’s outstanding food. They were straining their outfits and their chairs as they ate, and ate, and ate. Judith had dollar signs in her eyes as she thought of the immense tip she was going to make from this table alone, and she didn’t have to deal with Brenda and Eddie which meant she was so far headache free. It was turning out to be a wonderful evening.

And then the real show walked in.

Sabrina’s thighs were oozing out of her fishnets. They quivered as her combat boots hit the ground almost as if she was purposefully striking a pose when she entered Roly Oly’s, and that quiver worked its way all the way up to her midsection. Sabrina had certainly put on a significant amount of weight since the last time Judith saw her, and she certainly wasn’t expecting to see her again let alone looking like this.

Sabrina’s thighs were the only thing that was thick about her. She had grown a pretty decent starter pot belly, a squishy thing that had plenty of bounce to it in its own right, but it was dwarfed by her biggest feature. While the rest of Sabrina’s body had gotten soft, borderline chubby, it was clear that she was a punk rock pair, and her plump ass was the perfect piece of evidence.

Those juicy cheeks filled her leather skirt, an outrageous choice for a midwinter night unless she was hoping for the blubber on her bloated lower half keeping her warm. They were soft and spongy, and if they were not contained by the constraining leather garment, they would be bouncing and jiggling all over the place.

Corinne looked at Sabrina with distinct disdain as she led her to a table in Judith’s section. Judith thought that maybe Corinne was jealous of a hot chick having a bigger ass than hers.

Judith had barely gotten Sabrina her whiskey neat when Sabrina’s date walked in, and Judith once again had her jaw drop. 

It was Martha, and not only was it surprising that she was here, but it was shocking to see how much weight she had put on.

Martha entered Roly Oly’s with a big rolling pot belly that announced her presence. It was a jiggling mass of fat that was causing her sweater to ride up and could even be seen peaking out between the buttons of her blouse. Judith would have been certain she was pregnant if it didn’t have such a pronounced jiggle as she walked, a jiggle that was matched by the other most noticeable parts of Martha’s weight gain.

Martha had massive mammaries. Her breasts had swollen up to quite a large size, and once Martha got to her table, Judith could spy that the top of her sweater was indeed missing a button that must have been blown off at some point, and the next button down was working overtime to keep her breasts in check. The otherwise conservative chick was certainly bulging out of her outfit which looked uncomfortably tight and almost as if she was wearing it this way on purpose. Like Sabrina, Martha had gotten fairly chubby all over, but she was clearly an apple shaped chunker.

Any thought of Martha being pregnant was quickly put off once she ordered herself a beer thus confirming that she had just gone and grown a gut. Judith hurried off to fetch it, not wanting to miss eavesdropping on too much of Martha and Sabrina’s conversation.

Sabrina took a long sip of her whiskey as she stared at Martha’s cleavage. Her hand pressed into her chubby thigh, pinching her flabby flesh as she tried to keep herself together.

“Gotta be honest. I did not think you would say yes.”

“And yet here we are,” smiled Martha as she caught Sabrina staring.

She leaned forward to give Sabrina an even better show.

Sabrina leaned over to meet her. Her hand was practically trembling she brought it to rest on top of her Martha’s

“Here we are.”

Her stare still lingered. No matter how much 

“You’re looking….”

“Don’t be rude,” said Martha with a playful wag of her finger as she pulled her hand away.

“Right. Anyway…. What do you think of…”

This time Sabrina’s showmanship took over as she got up from the table and spun herself around so Martha could get a good look at Sabrina’s thick thighs and bulbous butt.

“All of this?”

She gave her thigh a slap, and Martha gasped. She looked around a bit nervous that others were taking in the show that Sabrina was putting on.

“You’re looking….”

“You can say it. I don’t mind. Go ahead. Be as rude as you want. I’m looking….”

“Voluptuous.”

“Fat. I’m looking fat.”

She slapped her ass this time.

“I wouldn’t call you fat,” teased Martha.

“You wouldn’t?” asked Sbarina is she slid her well cushioned rear end back into her seat.

“No.”

Sabrina leaned forward again and gave a pout that produced a small double chin.

“Then what would you call me?”

“I just told you. Voluptuous.”

“Mmmm… voluptuous. Sounds yummy.”

“And maybe a bit chubby, teased Martha as she bit her bottom lip.

“Chubby. Now that is yummy. You really think I’m chubby?”

The two were both breathing heavily, Martha’s massive chest was heaving up and down as the two leaned across the table toward each other again.

“You’re certainly getting chubby.”

“I better be careful then. Chubby is one step away from being-”

“Fat,” Martha moaned.

“Fat. You think I’m getting fat?” Now it was Sabrina’s turn to crank up the teasing. She watched eagerly with a wolfish grin as Martha slid one hand below the table.

“I think you might be getting fat,” Martha moaned as she pulled away with a sheepish nod and smile.

“I think you might be right. So what do you think?”

Martha leaned back in her chair to try and catch her breath.

“I think we should order our food.”

Sabrina slammed her hands on the table.

“Hell yeah.”

Sabrina and Martha ordered their food, a complete smorgasbord, one that put their meal last year to shame. There were a multitude of appetizers, most of them deep fried and everything either covered in sauce or ready to be dipped. Everything was ready to be sampled, and then wholly devoured.

While clams and calamari, mozzarella sticks and loaded cheese, breadsticks and beer, their conversation continued through mumbled words and over the moans caused by the delicious food. But it still flowed, and as it did it felt like time was passing quickly.

And so it did until the evening and then an entire year had passed. Over that year, Sabrina and Martha had seen each other a number of times but never seemed to capture the spark the two of them were clearly looking for, and yet, when Valentine’s Day came around again, the two once again found themselves together in their familiar spot.

A year can have quite the change on a person, and both Sabrina and Martha were feeling that.

“Ya know. You’ve really put on weight?” Sabrina asked as she stretched out a long piece of mozzarella cheese with her teeth.

“Have I now?” asked Martha as she rested her chubby hands  on her thick love handles.

Martha had indeed put on a great deal of weight within the last year. While she was wearing her usual school teacheresque outfit of a sweater over a blouse, it was clear that her outfit was several sizes larger than before and even now it was still too small. It was riding up and exposing her thick love handles. The buttons were straining all over, especially the ones around her deep belly button and her tremendous breasts. 

Sabrina licked her lips, partly to remove some of the excess oil from her mozzarella stick, but mostly because she noticed that one of the blouse buttons near Martha’s breasts had blown off completely. She also took special note of the fact that Martha had given up on slacks in favor of a wool skirt that gave her thick thunder thighs more room to breathe.

“Oh yeah, no offense, but you’re becoming a real fatty,” Sabrina teased.

“Excuse me. But I don’t think you’re one to talk,” replied with mock consternation.

“What are you getting at?”

“I think it’s perfectly obvious to both of us that you’ve also put on quite a bit of weight.”

While it was less obvious that Sabrina had put on a ton of weight when compared to Martha, that was only because Sabrina was currently sitting down and therefore largely obscured by the table. Unlike the apple shaped Martha, the pear shaped Sabrina had spent her year absolutely ballooning down below. Her thighs had positively exploded. They were currently contained as best as they could be with a pair of black tights that had been stretched so thin that the dimples of her cellulite could be seen through the fabric. Martha could even see them from the moment she watched Sabrina waddle through the front door. And that was looking like over time it might become an even greater show. Martha could easily picture a day where Sabrina’s thick hips were brushing against the sides of the doorway. She could imagine based on the size of Sabrina’s saddlebags that the day would come where the fat of her thighs would have to be squished to cram her through the doorway without going sideways.

Martha had been sure to pull out Sabrina’s chair for her when she got to the table. This was partly out of a sense of chivalry but mostly because it gave her an excuse to get behind Sabrina and take stock of her ass.

And there was a lot to take stock of.

Sabrina possessed two blubbery ass cheeks that hung partly over the edge of her chair. They were thick and soft and saggy, and with each step of her waddling shuffle they bounced and swayed. Martha bit her lip as she pictured Sabrina’s ass blowing up until it was big enough to spill over two chairs.

It wasn’t like her lower half was the only place that Sabrina gained weight. She was heavier everywhere. Her formerly lithe punk rock body was now redundantly soft with a squishy belly that hung out unapologetically from underneath her top. She had softer arms and bigger breasts along with a rounder face. Her double chin became very clear as she smiled at Martha.

“You think so?” Sabrina asked as she pat her hands on her doughier belly.

“It’s very clear to me. I would guess just by looking at you, that you’re officially fat as well.”

“As well,” noted Sabrina with a sudden raise of her eyebrow.

Martha abruptly dropped her fork.

“Well, err, you’re certainly fat.”

Sabrina’s double chin became even more noticeable as her grin grew.

“But so are you. You admit it. As well. That’s what YOU said. So you admit to being a fatty.”

“I ummm… I haven’t weighed myself in a while.”

“Doesn’t matter. You can see it. You can feel it. You know it. I know it. You’re a fatty.”

“Maybe… maybe I am,” whispered Martha as her hands began to unconsciously play with her belly and roll the fat between her fingers.

Sabrina pinched her thick thighs as she watched Martha’s hand slip under the table and roll her belly fat between her fingers. She needed to press her advantage and so leaned forward until her own squishy belly was pressed against the table.

“Come on admit it.”

Martha knew what she was being ask but released her fat from her hands and let her belly jiggle back into place as she coquettishly turned her head away.

“I… I’m… I- I don’t want to.”

“Oh come on. You can do it. Tell the truth.”

“I… I’m fat.” The last word almost caught in Martha’s throat before coming out as something of a moan.

“Not just that. Say it,” Sabrina commanded with a gleam in her greedy eyes.

“Say what?”

“Say you’re a fatty,” Sabrina said as she salivated.

“You’re a fatty,” Martha teased in a way that had them both chuckling.

“Good one. And yeah. I guess I am. I am a fatty. Look at all this. A big fat fatty, that’s me.”

Sabrina got up and danced around, spinning and swinging her hips, letting her big booty sway without a care to anyone who may be watching.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Martha once again turned away, her chubby cheeks beet red.

“I already said I’m fat.”

“But say you’re a fatty. Trust me. It’s very liberating.”

A long pregnant pause field the air before the words slowly formed in Martha’s mout.

“I… I’m a fatty.”

“Louder. Own it.”

“I’m a fatty!” proclaimed Martha with a slam to the table that drew the attention form several nearby diners.

“There ya go. Feels good. Doesn’t it?” laughed Sabrina.

Martha’s hands once again found their way to her blubbery belly.

“Yeah… I guess it does. At least a little bit.” 

“Good,” moaned Sabrina as she slid back in her seat and lazily brought another mozzarella stick to her lips.

“I… I think being a fatty suits you.” Martha grinned as she pushed the mozzarella stick basket toward Sabrina, daring her to take yet another one.

“You do?” Sabrina purred as she took the bait.

“Yeah. You look… good.”

Now it was Sabrina’s turn to blush.

“Thanks. So do you.”

“You really think so?” asked Martha.

“Oh yeah. You make a great fatty.”

Sabrina spun her mozzarella stick like a magic wand and pointed it at Martha as she slid the basket with the last mozzarella stick in it Martha’s way.

Martha gently picked it up.

“That’s very kind of you.”

“You like it. Don’t you?” asked Sabrina as she leaned forward giving Martha an excellent view of her cleavage.

“Like what?” Between the conversation, the mozzarella stick and Sabrina’s tempting cleavage, Martha couldn’t keep track of what exactly it was she was supposed to be liking even if the short answer was all of it.

“Being a fatty,” whispered Sabrina as another tease.

“Maybe I do,” Martha moaned. She couldn’t help slipping one hand from her belly to between her legs as she brought the mozzarella stick to her lips.

“Then say it,” moaned Sabrina.

“I like being a fatty,” mumbled through a mouth full of fried cheese.

“I like being a fatty too,” proclaimed Sabrina through her heavy breaths.

“Well, that’s something we finally have in common now, isn’t it?” asked Martha with a smile.

“I suppose it is, after all this time,” replied Sabrina as she raised her beer in a toast and then took a tremendous gulp that sent some of it dribbling down her chins.

Martha chuckled at Sabrina’s display before settling once again into a very sincere and gently smile.

“I suppose given more time, we could probably find a lot more in common.”

She leaned forward with her hands landing near the center of the table palms open.

Sabrina looked down and obliged her by leaning forward as well and taking Martha’s hands in hers.

“Perhaps we could.”

“But what about right now?” Martha asked in a low whisper as she leaned further, her gut pressed against the table.

“Right now, I think we should order some dessert,” whispered Sabrina as she leaned even closer. Both of their bellies were pressed hard against the table.

“I think you’re right,” purred Martha with a quick nibble to Sabrina’s ear.

It was an eventful evening for the two, but they weren’t even the only couple in Judith’s section having quite an indulgent night. Nearby, Roly Oly’s fattest regulars, Alexa and Jake were in the middle of attempting to outdo themselves for a display of sheer gluttony.

Judith set a large tray down and began placing absolutely massive silver bowls of ice cream down on Alexa and Jake’s table. The obese couple had somehow grown even more immense, and were such regulars at Roly Oly’s that management had made sure to get larger reinforced chairs just for them so that they could dine without feeling self-conscious and uncomfortable. And boy was there comfort clear.

They had already eaten two rounds of appetizers, a huge meal and dessert and now-

“Here’s your second sundaes! I had extra whipped cream put on them, just like you like it,” said Judith with a big smile on her face, always happy to serve her favorite regulars.

“You’re the best Judith!” proclaimed Alexa.

“The absolute best!” echoed Jake.

“You’re too kind,” blushed Judith.

“Extra big tip for you tonight,” declared Jake as Alexa nodded enthusiastically while stuffing his face with ice cream, her multiple chins jiggling in agreement.

“Stop. Stop. But hey, you two aren’t secretly Michelin star reviewers are you? Ophelia’s been getting kind of obsessed with the plating lately.”

“Well, if we were you’d have five stars by now.”

“Thanks. I think they only do up to three, but ever since Ophelia took over as head chef, she’s been getting all worked up about them possibly coming in here. I said ‘Ophelia, it’s Jake and Alexa. You’ve got to give our best customers what they want.’ And if you two want your sundaes drowning in whipped cream and chocolate syrup, you’re getting them drowning in whipped cream and chocolate syrup.”

“That’s the spirit!” cheered Alexa.

“You’re the best. This is why you’re the best. Big tip! I’m telling you. Big tip!” 

Jake's big belly shook like a bowl full of jelly as she echoed his previous sentiments.

“You just get it, Alexa  managed to get out between spoonfuls of ice cream.

“Oh, I get it. Believe me. Look at me. I get it.” Judith gave a big pat and shake to the belly she had found herself growing over the last year to show how much she had grown to appreciate the act of everyday indulgences.

“I’m a drown it in whipped cream and chocolate syrup girl myself,” laughed Judith.

“We noticed. We weren’t going to say anything,” nodded Alexa, her eyes on her half eaten sundae and not on Judith at all.

“Didn’t want to be rude,” mumbled Jake between spoonfuls.

“And we’re certainly not one to talk,” nodded Alexa as she tilted the owl to her lips to slurp down the melted ice cream.

“But hey, you might end up being just like us if you’re not careful,” warned Jake.

“Not that that would be a bad thing,” chastised Alexa.

“We’re very happy.” 

“Very happy!” blurted Alexa at a risk of overemphasizing to the point of seeming disingenuous even though her and Jake were indeed truly very happy.

Judith raised her hands in assurance.

“I get it. I get it. Yeah. I’ve never been one to diet, and it’s really catching up with me. But you know what? I’m happy. Whatever’s going to happen is going to happen. That’s my new philosophy.”

A round of applause came from Jake and Alexa as they each raised the milkshakes that had gotten to chase their sundaes with in cheers.

“There ya go!” bellowed Jake.

“Here! Here!” roared Alexa.

Judith began to blush from the attention, but she was so grateful for the opportunity to bare her soul in this moment and actually receive enthusiastic affirmation that she kept going.

“It’s just how I’ve gotten to be. You know? Life comes at you and you just sorta figure it out as you go along. Look. I didn’t expect to be here as long as I’ve been, and you know what? I love it here. I’m taking courses in hospitality and accounting, and- you know I never thought that this of all places would be where I settled down and found my career, but it could be. It really could be!”

“Wow. That’s great, hon,” said Alexa has she gave Judith’s hand a gently pat.

“We love that for you,” added Jake.

Suddenly a realization hit Alexa and her eyes went wide and then narrowed in concern.

“Oh my, you must be needing money for like tuition.”

“And textbooks,” followed Jake.

“And just anything else,” added Alexa with her brow furrowed in concern.

“We should help you out.”

“We really should.”

Judith waved her hands in protest.

“No. No. I couldn’t- That’s too much. I… I couldn’t possibly ask.”

“We insist,” said Alexa with a warm voice as she gently cupped both of Judith’s hands. Alexa’s chubby hands were warm and comforting.

“Absolutely- whole heartedly- insist,” nodded Jake as he spoke with a kind but firm tone that made it clear they would not be taking no for an answer.

“You’re amazing and we have the means. That’s how we get to enjoy so much fine dining so often,” Alexa gestured to the many empty plates of food.

“Historically, largeness is a symbol of largess,” laughed with a big pat to his swollen spare tire.

“So let us help you out,” pleased Alexa kindly.

Judith felt herself about to cry in happiness, overwhelmed by the generosity.

“Wow. You’re just… you’re just… wow. Thank you. Yes. Yes. Thank you. You’re too kind. Thank you!”

As Judith walked away from Jake and Alexa to see to her other customers, she walked by the table of Brenda and Eddie. The two had somehow managed to stay together for the entire year, and the effect on their waistlines was noticeable. The two former high school hotties were now decidedly fatties in outfits that they also needed to size up. 

Anyone looking at them could tell that they were the kind of people holding onto their vanity for far too long. Their outfits were stretched thin by the fat they had gained. Both sported big bellies and sagging chests. Although Brenda’s breasts were far bigger, Eddie’s man boobs were a major point of embarrassment for the man who prided himself on his masculinity. They had fat faces with double chins that bobbed as they stuffed them with fried food.

The two had come a long way from being the king and the queen of the prom, reduced to the kind of fat people that they would have onced looked down upon with great disdain, but in their new situation, perhaps they could grow together finally with their shroud of vanity removed.

Or perhaps they’d just stay fat and bitter.

When Judith passed them, they were in the middle of one of their classic fights. Although this one seemed to be going a bit differently. Usually, Brenda and Eddie made a big show of yelling at each other in front of everyone, but here there was a lot more angry simmering as they chewed their food and exchanged quiet, dirty looks. 

And then, out of the corner of her eye, Judith witnessed a small unexpected moment.

When the french fries were nearly done, Eddie reached for the basket, looked over at Brenda as she was sucking down her milkshake, and gently nudged the basket in her direction so that she could have the last fry. It might have been a small and possibly insignificant gesture, but Judith liked to believe that it might have meant the two were going to be good after all. 

Things were shaping to be a great night in the front of the house. The back of the house was not always so lucky as Judith would realize later on.

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Corinne threw a plate of food across the kitchen and sent it shattering against the wall leaving a smattering a sauce where Rodrigo’s head had been just a moment before.

“Screw you, Rodrigo!”

“Aye, mami. It’s not my fault you porked up so much.”

It was true. The year had not been kind to Corinne’s figure. Another year of not getting the modeling and acting gigs she felt she deserved, of being stuck in this particular job sent Corinne into a bit of a spiral which led to her leaning more and more on food as a comfort. This of course had a rather dramatic effect on her waistline. And settling for someone like Rodrigo when the vain high class guys she was used to seeing began to reject her because of her figure issues cracked her confidence and made her spiral even faster.

Corinne was quickly becoming the kind of fat girl she used to make fun of if she wasn’t there already. She had grown a thick and respectable belly that had quite a bit of movement on it when she walked. It was a bouncing, jiggling pot belly, but it didn’t have anything on her ass. Her ass had ballooned. It was an outrageous booty that far outpaced the rest of her, even her thick thunder thighs which had grown to the point of touching. Every bit of Corinne had gotten chubby, but her ass was quite possibly be the biggest one in the restaurant on any given night, certainly at least amongst the staff. 

“I’ve got curves. You love my curves!”

The truth was that Rodrigo did love Corinne’s fat ass, and he could even put up with the rest of her ballooning up, but she still had such an attitude sometimes, and he could tell by the way she ate where things were going to be headed, he pegged obesity in her future, and he was ready to firmly move her fat ass over to the side chick category and move on to other more conventionally hot girls.

“I mean, yeah. You always had a fat ass, but now you’ve got a FAT ass, and a belly, and some thu-”

“You’re a pig!” Corinne shouted as she slapped Rodrigo.

“Aye, you’re one to talk. Oink. Oink,” Rodrigo laughed as he pinched Corinne’s belly.

Rodrigo dodged another slap and Samir had to get between the two to stop Corinne from scratching his eyes out. Samir would have gladly let her and let Rodrigo get what he had coming to him, but he didn’t want Corinne to get fired, so when the manager came in to see what was going on and asked about the shattered plate, Samir also acted like he had tripped.

Judith found out all of this much later as things were dying down and people were starting to pack up and go home for the night. She found herself where she often did at night’s end, at the piano playing bits and pieces of things when Ophelia came and told her the whole story.

“Ouch. Did the Hostess with the Most Ass just get dumped by Rodrigo?” asked as she shook her head. She wasn’t really surprised. She could see the tension building up between hem over the last month, and she knew that Rodrigo had a bit of a reputation for being a jerk.

“Worse. She caught him cheating on her with Heather in the bathroom.”

“Gross!”

Judith knew Heather was one of those stereotypical working her way through college hot skinny bitches who had only started working there the last few months, and while they didn’t exactly get along, Judith couldn’t help but feel less angry and more disappointed that Heather had found herself in the middle of all this.

“I know. I actually feel bad for her,” Ophelia said with a sad nod of her head.

“And Heather too, honestly,” said Judith. Even if she didn’t particularly like the vain and arrogant Heather, she recognized that she was young and needed to do a lot of learning on her end, and she disliked Rodrigo far more.

“Yeah. She could do so much better,” chirped Ophelia.

“Anyone can. Rodrigo’s a sleaze.”

Judith really did hope Heather would learn her lesson.

“But hey, I guess Corinne is back in the Lonely Chub Club,” snarked Judtih as her attention went back to the Hostess with the Most Ass. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the way that the arrogant Corrinne had chunked up, especially during the last year.

“She really has put on a lot of weight hasn’t she?” mused Ophelia.

“She’s a borderline fatty.”

“Aren’t we all?” asked Ophelia as she eyed Judith’s burgeoning belly.

“Some closer than others,” teased Judith as she eyed Ophelia’s widening hips.

“Well, I’m around food literally all the time.”

“And you keep pushing it on me,” laughed Judith with a playful shove to Ophelia’s chubby arm to illustrate her point.

“You love it,” teased Ophelia.

“I do,” chuckled Judith as she gently placed her hands on her belly.

Their moment of reflection was broken by the sound of a sob screaming Corinne stomping through the dining room with her eyeliner running down her chubby cheeks. Neither Judith or Ophelia had ever thought they would see the day where Corinne would be the blubbery blubbering mess that they saw approaching them. They had only ever seen her be confident to the point of arrogance before with a cocksure model strut, but now it was far easier to imagine Corinne becoming a waddling whale than getting back to a signature svelte shape.

Corinne slammed her hands on the piano as she whipped toward Ophelia with hunger and desperation in her eyes.

“Do you have any more chocolate mousse!?” she cried.

“I sure do,” said Ophelia as she quickly popped her fat butt off the stool she was sitting on, gave Corinne a quick but strong hug and began to waddle off toward the kitchen, eager to both provide Corinne with comfort and to speed along the process of Corinne’s porking out. She was gone so fast that Corinne had to yell after her.

“Well, I need a big fucking helping, and a stiff drink!”

“Sounds like what you need is something I like to call The Lover’s Last Word,” called John from the bar where he was already reaching for his gin and his passion fruit liqueur. 

“Is it strong?”

“Honey, the only pain you’ll be feeling after this is the hangover in the morning,” laughed John as he grabbed some Chartreuse and a shaker.

“Then make it a double!”

From the kitchen doors came a frantic Ophelia peeking her head out to call back across the room.

“How big of a helping of mousse are we talking about?”

“Fucking drown me in it!” wailed Corinne.

Seeing Corinne's urgency, and not wanting to be standing next to the chubby blonde lest she decide to hit or throw something, Judith decided that it would be best to make herself useful.

“I’ll get the whipped cream!”

As she made her way to the kitchen, Judith reflected on what an eventful day this had been and wondered what the next year would have in store for everybody.

Scenes From a Casual Dining Restaurant: Chapter 1

"Scenes From a Casual Dining Restaurant" tells the story of the staff and customers of Roly Oly's Restaurant over the course of five Valentine's Days. For those who are new to the story, this chapter comprises what was original published here as Part 1 and Part 2.

This full chapter takes place over the first Valentine's Day out of five that will be featured.

Chapter 2 will be published later today and collect parts 3 and 4 into one post.

Enjoy!

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Roly Oly’s wasn’t your typical Valentine’s Day hangout. It wasn’t a fancy Michelin star restaurant or even a place that specialized in stereotypically romantic cuisine like French or Italian. But what it was was a relaxed and comfortable restaurant that served great food. It was very fattening food, and its calorie content definitely played a role in its deliciousness. 

Perhaps it was the decadence of the sinfully delicious and fattening treats that Roly Oly’s served up that made it such a popular place amongst couples looking to indulge themselves in a variety of ways.

Roly Oly’s had all the trappings of a full and friendly restaurant, plenty of tables and a singular long bar for those inclined to just come in for a couple of drinks. The atmosphere and the food made it an ideal place for first dates or casual meetups, and Roly’s had developed plenty of well fed regulars. The customer base was consistently growing in more ways than one.

And a large portion of Roly Oly’s success also had to do with the diverse employees that worked there, two of whom were Ophelia and Judith.

Ophelia and Judith had been best friends since middle school, a friendship that grew tighter in high school. They were roommates throughout college and were roommates even now just a few years later. 

Ophelia was one of Roly Oly’s most promising chefs, straight out of culinary school and an eager and talented worker. Her love of food was evident, and that evidence was all over her body. Ophelia was a chubby girl to say the least with a doughy belly befitting a woman who loves to bake as much as she does. Sitting atop that plump pot belly were a pair of heavy breasts that would be befitting a classic Bavarian milkmaid. They were large breasts that took a lot of work to contain and stood out even beyond her jiggly middle. Ophelia’s thighs were also thick and often rubbed together, and she also had a thick and flabby ass. However, these things were dwarfed by her stomach and breasts as Ophelia was a rather apple shaped fatty. All of this was accompanied by Ophelia’s chubby moon-shaped face complete with a delicate double chin.

Judith was a bit of a flighty girl, not in the sense that she wasn’t intelligent, but in the sense that she was the kind of person who was perpetually stuck with an inability to decide what she wanted to do with her life. Even in college, Judith did a lot of surveying. She ended up graduating with a double major in political science and communications with minors in business, theatre, music, and philosophy along with a handful of various other credits. It had taken her two extra years to complete her degrees since she had changed majors so many times before realizing she had enough credits to finish up with two, and she finished college while Ophelia was in culinary school. 

Judith had always been a slim girl for most of her life, the kind with a trim body that attracted a lot of attention, and Ophelia had always been her loyal fat friend, but in recent years Judith’s body had softened as her blaise attitude toward finding a field of work she felt most comfortable in led to a lot of sitting around being bored and eating. As such, her perky ass was no more and had begun to chunk up considerably along with her thick thighs that had noticeable saddlebags. She had a slight tummy and her breasts had grown and softened over the years, but not by much. While Ophelia was an apple shape, Judith was decidedly pear.

Working at Roly Oly’s was Ophelia’s idea. She was excited because automatically she was being given a lot of responsibility in the kitchen and it promised to be a great place where she could grow. Judith was here because she enjoyed working with Ophelia and being a waitress was a good way to help pay rent while keeping her schedule flexible enough to try new things.

Together they were trying the pork cheek noodle that Ophelia had cooked up for a crew meal before dinner service began.

“This is delicious, O.”

“Thanks. It’s the gochujang that really makes it. I don’t think they’re gonna put it on the menu anytime soon, but I wanted to make something special for Valentine’s Day.”

“You think pork cheek noodle is romantic?”

“I think good food is romantic.”

Ophelia as she slurped up her noodles.

“Watch we’re you’re going, fat ass!”

Judith rolled her eyes at the sound of the voice but still leaned to look behind Ophelia and see what happened.

“Oh look, the hostess with the mostess is here.”

Corinne was a smoke show of a woman, an aspiring model and actress with the figure for the job, and she had just knocked into Samir an obese line chef.

“Seriously, piggy. Keep your fat sweaty hands away from me. Got it, Fatso?”

Samir just nodded and went about his work well used to Corinne’s abuse.

Corinne was a gorgeous woman with a stereotypically hot body. She was tall and with an hourglass figure. Although her curves were plentiful, they were also tight. Corinne was a fit girl who strutted around the restaurant like she owned the place even though she was just the hostess. The hostess job was temporary until her acting and modeling career took off. She knew that which is why she walked around with her nose held up especially when it came to being around Roly Oly’s plumper regulars or the rounder members of the restaurant staff.

“Hey, Cor. I made crew meal. Pork cheek noodle.”

Corinne grabbed a bowl, slurped up some noodles and sucked some pieces of pork and slammed the table like she had just done a rail of cocaine.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

If it was one thing Corinne couldn’t resist, it was Ophelia’s cooking. She had spent years dieting, training herself to physical perfection, and one bite of Ophelia’s first crew meal had hooked her, and when Olivia was cooking crew meal it was always sure to be her favorite.

Ophelia nodded with approval, sending her double chin bobbing.

“Glad you like it. I baked a chocolate pudding pie for dessert when we close, and I’m trying out a new pound cake recipe, so I’ve got slices wrapped up for everybody to take home.”

Corinne, in an unusually unladylike display, licked the sauce off the edge of her bowl.

“Damn, Ophelia. That’s why you’re so damn fat.”

“So you don’t want it?”

“Of course I want it! I have a fantastic metabolism and can eat whatever I want. Be jealous, bitches.”

And with a flip of her hair, Corinne turned around and strutted off to start her hostess shift.

“She’s a bitch,” said Judith with an eye roll.

“The hostess with the mostess is not exactly the nicest.”

“She’s a thin arrogant bitch.”

“I’d go with curvy.”

“I hope she gets fat,” snarked Judith.

“You’re mean,” snickered Olivia.

“Oh come one. It would be funny.”

Olivia looked down at her hands a chuckled slightly and then quickly leaned forward getting real close to Judith as if she had to whisper her a very important secret.

“I’ll make sure she goes home with two slices of pound cake.”

Judith practically fell backward off her chair with laughter before rocking forward again and slapping Ophelia on the arm.

“Now you’re being mean. I love it.”

She looked up at the clocked on the kitchen wall and then quickly finished up her dish.

“Time for my shift. Make sure you save me a big piece of chocolate pudding pie for later.”

“Not as big as the one I’m saving for Corinne.”

Judith laughed as she tightened her apron and then made her way through the kitchen doors and into the dining room proper. As she looked over at Roly Oly’s lone seldom used but mostly for decoration piano, Judith felt an urge to tickle the ivories, but instead she walked over to the bar where her friend John was working tonight.

“Hey, John. If a customer asks me for a wine recommendation with their steak, do I suggest white, red, or rosé?”

“Honey, if I’m not mixing it, I don’t give a shit.”

John was a lithe man with movie star good looks, and what he was currently mixing was a concoction that was bright and light orange which he slid toward Judith. 

“Try.”

Judith didn’t need to be told twice and eagerly took a sip.

“Ooooo, that’s good. What’s the secret?”

“Chartreuse.”

“And am I tasting…”

“Passion fruit syrup.”

“We have passion fruit syrup?”

“We do when I’m mixing, bitch.”

John leans forward and places his hands on top of one of Judith’s.

“Now that tastes pretty good, right? You would even say delicious?”

Judith nodded as she took another sip of her drink.

“And passion fruit is perfectly appropriate for Valentine’s Day, in fact wonderfully so?”

More nods. More drinking.

“And you know what I’m going to be making instead?”

John slapped the table just as Judith put her drink down and nearly knocked it over.

“Five million strawberry martinis- with vodka! And that is why I hate my life and need to get out of here.”

Judith held John’s hands and nodded in solidarity.

“And don’t forget the cosmos.”

John groaned and ripped his hands as the door opened again and he caught sight of the next two customers walking in.

“Oh great, Brenda and Eddie are here again,” he said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

“They come here often?”

“Yes. They’re on and off, and they’re super toxic so I hate them.”

“Hey. It’s Valentine’s Day. Maybe tonight will be better.”

“No it won’t, and I already know what they’re going to want to drink.”

John goes about prepping for the inevitable.

“She’s going to have a cosmo because she’s a basic bitch. He’s going to have a beer because he’s a neanderthal. And I’m going to have a cigarette because of the endless misery that is my existence.”

“You can’t smoke in here.”

“And the parade of travesties continues!”

Brenda and Eddie were an annoyingly pretty couple who had been together, more or less, for most of their lives. Meeting in high school, Brenda was the head cheerleader and Eddie was the star quarterback. Together they were King and the Queen of the prom, and of course that was exactly where they peaked. 

Eddie O’Leary went on to play quarterback in college until an injury ended his career, and now he works as a mechanic down and one weekends he tends bar with his brother in a bar down on Sullivan Street.

Brenda was a stereotypically pretty blonde whose hobbies primarily revolved making Eddie jealous and getting other people to buy her drinks. She was a buxom babe who excelled at the art of seduction when she wasn’t allowing herself to be tied to Eddie who was a bad habit she just couldn’t seem to kick. She was too lazy to attend her classes in college and ended up dropping out hoping to simply attach herself to Eddie’s rising football star, so now taunting Eddie about his own failures was her primary outlet for when she needed to feel better about herself.

The two hardbodies were seated by Corinne who took the time to admire their trim good looking figures, appreciating a kind of pretty people kinship. They were placed in Judith’s section where Eddie immediately started to snap his fingers.

“Ey yo, can get some fuckin’ bread over here?”

Judith heard Eddie’s snapping and new it was already going to be a long night.

John slid her a beer and a cosmopolitan.

“Here. Take this to them.”

“What kind of beer is that?”

“It doesn’t matter. Just bring it to them. Tell them it’s on the house, and maybe you’ve got a hope of actually getting a tip from them tonight.”

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“I know.”

Corinne leaned on the bar.

“Hey, John,” she said with a little giggle and batting of her eyes that went entirely ignored by the stonefaced bartender. Corinne tilted her head toward Judith.

“Hey, slowpoke. Didn’t you hear them? They need bread.”

“Yeah- yeah. I’ll get to it as soon as I get them these.”

“You know. Your laziness is why you’re starting to get doughy.”

“Shut up, Corinne!”

Luckily, by the time Judith was able to get Brenda and Eddie their bread, her favorite regulars had shown up. Jake and Alexa were tremendous people, in more ways than one. They were exactly the kind of people that Corinne hated in that they were extremely fat.

Jake was a jovial man with the big Santa style jelly belly to prove it. He was an overly round man with a spare tire that hung over his waistband like a heavy bowling ball of a gut. Everything was thick about him from his thighs and butt up to his barrel chest adorned by two large man boobs.

Alexa had an even larger chest than her husband. She was a buxom woman with a dough ball of a belly as well. She was a rotund woman with two blubbery butt cheeks and the thunder thighs to match. As she entered the restaurant, she was finishing off a large candy bar. Her large double belly was still noticeably rumbling for more.

When Corinne sat them in Judith’s section she muttered “Pigs” under her breath as she walked away.

Judith however was absolutely delighted to see them.

“Hey, guys!”

“Hey, Judy,” beamed Alexa.

“We’re already ready to order our apps,” said Jake with his chubby hands rubbing his big fat belly.

“Of course. What can I get you?”

“We’re gonna start with some mozzarella sticks and onion rings. And I thought we’d try some baked clams, what do you think, honey?”

“I thought we’d try some oysters for Valentine’s Day,” purred Alexa as she also rubbed Jake’s big belly.

“Why not both?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Great. We’ll have an order of baked clams and an order of oysters… for Valentine’s Day.”

Judith loved serving Jake and Alexa because they always ordered a lot of food and tipped really well, but this current public display of affection and innuendo was getting to be a bit much.

“Great. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“John’s gonna hate me, but just a Bud Light for me,” laughed John, causing his jelly belly to shake.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make up for it. Just tell John to make me whatever he’s feeling like tonight. I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”

Judith took their orders, and John’s sad puppy eyes lit up at the news that he would get to use his passion fruit syrup.

Between managing the largeness of Jake and Alexa’s order and dealing with the annoyance of Brenda and Eddie, Judith hadn’t even realized that Corinne had put another woman in her section, a slim girl, pretty, someone who looked like a conservative teacher type. She was dressed in a blouse with a sleeveless sweater on top of it and wore her long hair pinned back out of her face. When Judith asked her about a drink, all she asked for was water.

By the time Judith got that water, a new woman had blown through the doors. She was dressed in leather with a pink crop top (ill timed for the weather) that revealed a bright diamond stud in her exposed navel. Her black hair was styled with a combed-over mohawk with a severe undercut. She strutted over to the much mousier woman without even waiting for Corinne to so much as point the way.

Once Judith got to the table, the woman in leather immediately ordered a Jack Daniels neat with an order of loaded cheese fries for the table.

Judith looked between the two women who couldn’t appear to be more different and had to admit it.

She was intrigued.

Judith pretended to be bussing something from an empty, unused table just so she could lean in and eavesdrop on the two seemingly mismatched customers in their meet cute.

“You’re Martha, right?” said the butch rocker chick as she leaned forward toward the mousier woman who looked like she was either a teacher or librarian and also like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Y-yes.” stuttered Martha as her head listed to the side so she could get a clear look at the goth rocker’s combat boots.

Judith could have sworn that out of the corner of her eye she watched Martha bite her lower lip, but her contemplation was broken by the sound of the place settings moving from the rocker girl slamming her hands on the table.

“Excellent. Would’ve hated to get here coming on so strong to the wrong girl, though you’d be cute either way. Knew it was you. You look just like your pictures.”

“Thanks… so do you. Sabrina, right?”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Actually, this piercing is new,” Sabrina said, sticking her face closer to Martha and pointing directly at the shiny new stud sticking out of her right nostril.

“But it’s pretty small. I wouldn’t expect you to notice that.”

Judith left Sabrina and Martha to their unimportant small talk while she went to get them their cheese fries and drinks.

As the loaded cheese fries hit the table, Judith couldn’t deny that she wanted a bite for herself, but she left that thought alone and went to grab another round of drinks for the couple.

The loaded cheese fries were smothered in brown gravy and ranch dressing and covered in cheddar and muenster cheese along with chili, and bacon with chives and a dollop of sour cream. They were a heart attack in a bowl, a fit to be a meal in and of itself, and yet here it was sitting in front of these two thin women waiting to be consumed as just the first course.

“You like the look of those cheese fries?” Sabrina said with a sly smile as her fingers rapped against the table as she waited for Martha to make the first move.

“Interesting choice for a first date,” replied Maertha with a conservatively coquettish smile of her own.

Sabrina leaned forward, and her deep sultry voice dipped lower as if she had an incredible secret.

“You know why I like to go with loaded cheese fries? It tells me a lot about a girl.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Tells me if they’re not afraid to get messy.”

Sabrina continued to smile slyly with anticipation as Martha quietly unfolded her cutlery and set the napkin on her lap. There was a moment of hesitation as Martha looked between her fork and the greasy spectacle before her and dug in.

“Tells me they’re not afraid to eat,” Sabrina crowed as she watched Martha shove a large forkful of cheese and gravy-covered french fries into her mouth. Little bits of bacon crumbles fell to the table, and Sabrian picked them up and ate them, setting them on her tongue for Martha to see before swallowing.

“I like that in a girl,” chuckled Sabrina softly as she watched Martha take a second bite.

Martha set her fork down and gently patted the sides of her mouth with her napkin taking care of any errant gravy or ranch dressing before motioning toward the rest of the loaded cheese fries.

“Are you going to eat?”

“Of course. I don’t mind a little mess.”

Sabrina pulled off several of the still crunchy fries and shoved them into her mouth without care to the grease getting on her fingers.

“And these are fucking great,” she said as she took a second, larger handful of fries.

“They’re quite good. Yes.”

Martha gave a small nod of approval and smiled as she watched Sabrina continue to go back for more.

As the evening progressed, the abundance of loaded cheese fries was whittled down to just an empty serving vessel, and with greased stained paper lining the bottom, and both women has shared a basically equal amount with Sabrina perhaps having edged Martha out slightly.

As if to make up for that, Martha was now working her way through some well buttered bread as Sabrina polished off her second whiskey.

“This is good bread.”

“Yeah. It is,” replied Sabrina as she picked up a piece of bread to signal Martha that she was not alone in eating it.

“Crusty, but soft inside. Just the way I like it.”

Crumbs tumbled from Martha’s mouth as she winked at Sabrina.

‘

“You’re cute,” chuckled Sabrina.

‘

“Thank you.”

As Sabrina set her empty whiskey glass down, she looked over at Martha’s half empty glass of water, her second for the night.

“You don’t drink much. Do you?”

Martha shook her head.

“I don’t drink at all.”

“Not even beer?”

Martha’s face flushed, not from the question but from the answer that was teasing her tongue.

“Drinking beer gives you a beer belly,” she said with almost a whisper.

“Does it?”

The hair on Martha’s neck stood up, and her only response was a coquettish nod.

“Maybe I should try it then.”

“Maybe you should.”

“Do you dare me to?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I dare you to get a beer.”

“But what if I get a beer belly?”

For a moment, Martha’s breath caught in her throat. 

“So be it,” she finally managed to get out.

“You are a minx, a secret little minx,” Sabrina practically purred.

“And you’re getting a beer.”

“And getting you more bread.”

The two frantically signaled for Judith to take their beer and bread order. As they settled down into their next course, with Sabrina getting them a second order of regular fries this time, they chatted about a series of small things as one does. It was easy conversation that made for good snacking to pass the time before they decided to get into the serious eating. By the time they were ordering their main course, both women were sporting bloated food babies but showing no sign of slowing down.

Sabrina decided this was her time to show off.

“I’ll have a t-bone with the loaded baked potato and a side of creamed corn.”

“I’ll have the same,” replied Martha in an instant, unwilling to be shown up.

“Oh, you think you can handle keeping pace with me,” teased Sabrina.

“I like my chances.”

“I don’t think you’re ready for this. I’m gonna smoke you.”

“Unlikely. Your belly is full of beer.”

“My belly has plenty of room. Yours is full of bread,” said Sabrina as she gave her stomach a hearty pat.

“I’ll be fine,” replied Martha while patting her own.

“How do you know?”

Martha smiled with pride.

“I’m a steak and potatoes kind of girl.”

“You better be careful.”

“Or what?” Martha asked even though she already knew the answer.

“You know,” teased Sabrina.

The two could feel the heat between them. They could sense it growing just beneath their bloated bellies, and as Martha tried to reply, her breath caught in her throat and left Sabrina to finish the thought for her.

“You’ll get fat.”

“Will I?” Martha asked as she gently touched her hand to her lips in mock surprise.

“Yeah. You will.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got a great metabolism.”

Sabrina picked up one of the few remaining french fries.

“Not if you keep eating like this,” she said as she deftly snapped it in half between her teeth.

“I could say the same to you.”

“So say it,” said Sabrina as she gripped the edges of the table.

Martha’s voice dipped to a barely audible but husky whisper that forced Sabrina to lean across the table to hear it.

“You’re going to get fat.”

Sabrina practically threw herself back into her chair and nearly send herself end over end.

“I’m gonna get fat?” Sabrina loudly proclaimed now that it was her turn to engage in mock outrage.

That’s when the main courses hit the table and the two women attacked their plates with gusto, tearing into their steaks with the fury of wild animals. As they tore, and chewed, and stuffed their faces with potato, they couldn’t keep their eyes off of each other. For a while, there were no words, just relentless eating and lustful eye contact until their plates were mostly empty and both of them were left leaning back and rubbing their taut bellies.

“You’re going to get fat. You’re going to get a big fat beer belly.” Martha proclaimed as she was trying not to let Sabrina catch on to her near panting.

And then they were off to the races.

“You’re gonna get a fat ass.”

“You’re going to get thunder thighs.”

“And you’re gonna get huge fat tits.”

Martha’s fork dropped and the proceeding silence was deafening. It hung thick in the air.

“What?” asked Sabrina with her mouth open and a bit of potato still in her cheek.

“That was crass.”

“We were just-”

Martha slammed her hands on the table and pushed her chair back as if to leave at any moment.

“That was too far.”

“I mean you were talking about me getting fa-”

“But you were rude.”

“Rude?”

“Rude.”

“How was I rude?”

“Talking about my breasts.” Martha’s hand instinctively covered her modest chest.

“That’s rude?” asked with a gasp of exasperation and a raised eyebrow.

“Of course.”

“Talking about your breasts is rude, but talking about my thighs isn’t?” Sabrina sneered.

“Of course not.”

“What do you think’s between my thighs?”

“Rude! Rude!”

“Come on. Don’t lie to me. You know you were thinking about spreading my thighs when you mentioned how fat they’re gonna get.”

Martha pressed herself up from the table, struggling with her stomach bloated like a pregnant woman. It was a rather comical sight to see her food baby straining otherwise conservative sweater as she tried her best to let her indignation win the day.

“I’m done. Goodnight.”

“Done?”

Sabrina was left totally stunned for a moment. Luckily, in an uncommonly polite move for someone in her position, Martha had decided to push in her chair before storming out. This momentary delay gave Sabrina just enough time to formulate her eloquent response.

“Wait.”

“No.”

Not wanting to risk being rude and cutting Martha off from an exit, Sabrina instead chased her around the table.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please. Come on. Come on. I’m sorry. Please. Sit. Let’s… let’s have dessert?”

“Dessert?” asked with a raised eyebrow, her mind intrigued by the possibility of a delicious chocolate moose but wary of any of Sabrina’s additional intentions. Sabrina, picking up on this, raised her hands in peaceful deference.

“Just actual dessert. It’d be a shame to have all this great food and not finish with dessert.”

Martha’s tongue ran along her lower lip.

“Dessert is dangerous,” she moaned.

With a sly smile, Sabrina slinked back into her seat and gestured for Martha to join her.

Martha ran her delicate fingers along the back of her chair as her other hand pinched at her thigh.

“Yes. Yes it is. Deliciously dangerous.”

Sabrina’s feet were tapping on the floor as she gripped the edge of her seat.

“You know what they say.”

“A moment on the lips,” said Martha as she sat back down.

“A lifetime on the hips.”

“So…. dessert?” ask Martha with a smile.

“Dessert,” replied Sabrina with a wink as she went to flag down their waitress.

Judith was ecstatic. This evening was going swimmingly. Even with Brenda and Eddie up to their usual bullshit bickering back and forth, her other tables were all going very well. Jake and Alex and the mismatched lesbian couple in particular had combined to order a massive amount of very expensive food, and Judtih felt extremely confident that she was already heading toward making good money in tips tonight.

She had Jake and Alexa’s extravagant dessert order right now, and that alone was going to send their bill to a price that any vaguely reasonable percentage would make for a good tip.

The fat couple couldn’t decide on what kind of pie ala mode they would have, so they each ordered their own pie- not by the slice, but by the pie- Boston cream for him, cherry for her, and for the ala mode part, they each got their own three scoop banana split sundaes with the works. It was a precariously heavy thing, but all Judith could think about was all the money it was going to make her. 

All she needed to do was get past Brenda and Eddie’s table.

“Well just do something with you life, Eddie! Just fucking do something!”

“Fuck you, Brenda, you bitch!”

Eddie suddenly thrust himself up from the table and into Judith who was still distracted by dollar signs. His muscular frame sent her off balance just enough for the tray to finish the job. The contents of the tray shifted and so that the first half of the tray’s contents turned it into a comical catapult for the second half. This sudden shift sent Judith tumbling and what was left of the tray flying.

And everything came crashing down on-

“AHHHH!!!!” Martha screamed as she was freshly covered in ice cream and cherry pie. 

Sabrina was no better off with chocolate cream pie running down her back. And with that their date came to a rapid end capped by lots of screaming.

Judith, having landed hard on the floor, held her head in her hands. What a disastrous turn of events. She could see it all, no tips, at least one full comp and none of it her fault. And Valentine’s Day was supposed to be one of her best nights.

But still she tried to stay positive. There would still be tables, and if she ended up sticking around, she could always try for a bigger Valentine’s Day next year.

"Fat Trimmings" Volume 25

This is a little later than planned, but I really wanted to make this five stories. This came out to over 6,000 words and features new stuff, and a lot of sequels and connections that I hope will be an extra reward to patrons familiar with my work. I received a lot of great suggestions from patrons for story ideas, some of which I used here and some of which I'll definitely be saving and using another time.

For now...

Enjoy!

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“Just Look at This Fat”

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I’ve gotten so fat. Uggg. I can feel it. I’m so soft and squishy now and just- Look at it! Just look at all this fat. There’s so much of it now. It’s not even like a little bit of extra junk in the trunk, or some love chub or whatever. I’m not chubby. I wish I was chubby- God I can’t believe I’m wishing I was chubby. But that’s where I am. I’m so far past chubby that I have no choice but to wish for it because I’m so goddamn fat. 

Just look at this gut. It’s a gut. A big honking gut watch me squeeze it, slap it. I lift it up and let it go and it wobble a bit back into its shape like I just slapped jello on the table. And it’s not a pot belly either- certainly not a starter belly. You could maybe call it a spare tire, but it disgusts me so much that the only word I can apply to it is gut. My gut has a matching set of love handles to complete my muffin top. I can’t wear pants without my muffin top lurching over the waistband. Any shirt I wear? That muffin top like to ooze out from under them. Even if I try to wear blouses my belly likes to stretch the buttons so everyone can get a peak at my flabby flesh when I’m sitting down. 

I feel like such a hog. 

Things weren’t always like this. I used to be a hard body. I used to know I was better than everyone and let them know it too. Now everyone lets me know what a big fat failure I am. I used to be the kind of slim and sexy girl who loved to flaunt my body in their faces. Now I’m the big fat karmic victim they love to taunt. 

I wish my breasts were bigger. I mean; just look at them. They’re plump, but they’re so soft and saggy. And they’re nowhere near as large as my gut. That thing makes them look so small in comparison. If I have to be fat, I’d rather at least have huge tits I can be proud of and wave in people’s faces. At least I could pretend that I was just super curvy and not just a super fatty. 

My thighs have gotten a lot thicker though. There’s some curves. I’ve got big juicy thunder thighs now that make me waddle about like a fat penguin. Isn’t that great? I used to be able to run 5ks and now I just shuffle from the couch to the kitchen and back. That’s me, the fat pathetic couch potato who’s just given up. 

And the couch potato life has given me an absolutely massive ass. It’s left a permanent impression on my couch, just the saddest thing about it. I look at the impression and remember how light and tight I was, and it makes me want to vomit. Then I get a look in the mirror and can see the damage that I’ve done to myself, to my once perfect ass, and I cry. I’ve got two big blubbery cellulite covered cheeks where hard muscle one was. 

I miss my perfect ass, my perfect body. I miss being the one laughing at others and not being laughed at. But the food is just too good. I can’t help myself. I’ve completely lost control.

Oink. Oink. That’s me now. I’m the big fat pathetic piggy that everyone gets to poke and make fun of. I’ve tried to lose weight. I really have. But all the good habits I used to have are gone. My willpower is no more. Everything is just so hard, and I’m so lazy, so that’s why I’m so soft. Soft. Fat. Squishy. Piggish. 

And that’s all I’ll ever be now. So go ahead and laugh at me. That’s what I would do if you were me. That’s what I do when I look at my disgusting body in the mirror, when I see what I’ve done to myself. I haven’t had some kind of crazy body positivity awakening. I’m not changing my mind.

Fat people are lazy losers. I’m a big fat lazy loser. Fat people are greedy and disgusting without self-control. I’m greedy and disgusting without self-control. If I had any kind of control, I wouldn’t be so disgustingly fat. I wouldn’t have a blubber belly and broken down dump truck ass or thick tree trunk like thunder thighs. I shouldn’t have these things. I should be thin and sexy like I used to be, but I’m a glutton. I’m a greedy, naughty little piglet who can’t stop eating.

So come on, laugh at me. Laugh at the big fat greedy piggy. That’s me. Oink. Oink. Laugh at your favorite piggy. I deserve it. Oink. Oink. Come on now. What are you waiting for? I’m a big fat oinker here for your amusement. Laugh! Laugh at me, the big fat pig. Would you rather call me a cow instead? Moooooooo. Hell, stick around. I’ll be a full blown whale soon enough, and won’t we all just have a good laugh at me then?

Ha. Ha. Ha.

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Diary of a Magical Fattener

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Dear Diary,

It’s me, Ameli. Haha. Why would I bother writing my own name in you? Because it’s funny to me. This is the place for me to put my thoughts isn’t it? I get to control my own narrative, don’t eye?

Of course I do, Diary. And you don’t get to tell me otherwise. I haven’t given you the enchantment to talk back to me yet. Maybe one day I will, but honestly, things I’m learning about AI scare and confuse me, and the idea of essentially creating a magical AI diary and then forever questioning its level of sentience is a frightening rabbit hole that I’m not certain I wish to go down.

No. For now I will keep our conversations completely one-sided if somewhat meandering if day I say it Joycean. Of course I would say Joycean because I’m a pretentious bitch like that.

See that, Diary? Aren’t I fabulously honest? I’m so glad I can trust you, Diary. And in that same vein, I must be honest about something else.

I hate skinny bitches. I specifically hate vain, athletic, annoying, bitchy skinny bitches, and I most specifically hate my roommate, Gloria.

Gloria is one of those pretty girl snobs who thinks that because she’s got some money and lots of looks she runs the world and can look down upon others. She’s one of those hard body active types who loves sports and showing off how toned she is. She’s a fatphobic bitch who looks down on anyone carrying a few extra pounds, and she loves to lord over the fact that she’s so slim and sexy. And she truly is gorgeous, prim and proper, tight and toned.

Or, at least she was.

That’s what you’re here for, Diary. I’ve already started my plan to take glamorous Gloria down quite a few pegs, and I wanted to document my thoughts so I could reflect upon them and relive and savor the whole thing later on. 

Arrogant of me? Perhaps. Somewhat risky of a proposition essentially laying out my entire plan and admission to the mad fattening of another individual. Almost certainly, but that will be slightly less of a worry once I’ve finished implementing a basic confounding charm that will make anyone reading this think they are reading a bunch of trite nonsense.

Anyway, back to Gloria and my plan to turn her into an absolute pig, Gloria the Glutton I think I shall call her, and she will eventually be as abundantly obese as a circus fat lady. She’s going to balloon into a blubbery blob, completely immobile. That’s my goal. 

And I’ve already started. See, manipulating non-magic users has always been something of a passion of mine. Gloria? She’s set to be my magnum opus. 

It started with some dietary changes, encouraging indulgences, a cheat day here and there, then a few extra snacks, and a push to party just a little harder. Gloria started having fun more and working out less. 

Of course, the real fun has been watching her struggle to fit into her pants. 

The other day I watched Gloria struggle for a solid ten minutes to fit into her favorite pair of designer jeans until she simultaneously ripped the back and popped the button off. It was quite the sight to see her new muffin top bulging over the waistband of her pants. I loved watching her newly pudgy pot belly bounce and jiggle, the fat flinging about wildly as she fought as hard as she could against the inevitable. inevitable. 

There’s something extra thrilling about that first break in the confidence, in the moment where the vain, skinny, arrogant bitch realizes she’s not so perfect anymore. I do so love touching the untouchable.

And it was surprisingly easy too. You’d think that arrogant people would have a stronger will and be less susceptible to charm spells. But that’s not true at all. Vain people like Gloria are so into themselves that they’re never open to the idea of being influenced by others, they just assume everything they do is what they want to do anyway. The truly vain or the truly despondent are the easiest to manipulate, and once you break a vain person (like when they break their favorite pair of pants), they become despondent real quick.

It was so easy to get Gloria to go from cheat days to eating junk every day, from a little snack here and there to constantly nibbling. Now as her weight gain increases I get to move on to the next phase: Getting her to give up completely.

Our former athlete is going to find food to be her major comfort item. I’ll turn her into an emotional overeater. She’ll be chowing down for celebrations and stuffing her face when she’s sad. She’ll be a sweatpants wearing slob and no longer the glamor girl she imagined she would always be. Yes. Some charms to encourage her laziness. Some charms to increase her appetite. And some charms to make her feel like all of this was inevitable, that she deserves this.

It’s all right here in my books. That’s what my family has always specialized in, book magic the power of the words that have been written, tried and tested and believed in. These are the words of power at my fingertips.

And sure, I’m technically not supposed to have them. I sort of secreted them away from home. My older sister, Kylie, would have a fit if she knew. She’s very into the idea of being careful with tomes and “not letting them fall into the wrong hands”- by wrong hands she most specifically means non-magic users. She’s made a whole career out of tracking these things down and taking them back, often while inflicting humiliating punishments. That last bit is the one part about the whole thing that I like. Otherwise I just find Kylie to be judgy and a complete bore.

But she doesn’t matter. What matters is that the power is here in my hands as it should be, and Gloria is my thrall to do with as I please just like she deserves for being such a vain and arrogant prick. Now she’s well on the path to being the exact kind of person she’s always made fun of.

And, most importantly, I get to have a whole hell of a lot of fun.

Why shouldn’t I? I need to practice. And I should have fun while practicing. Right? That’s how our educational system should work. And Gloria is the perfect thrall, a deserving thrall, a thrall I’m enjoying turning from a fit and glamorous girl to gluttonous hog.

I can’t wait till she has a gigantic belly for me to shake and squeeze, and thick thunder thighs that make her waddle about like a fat pathetic penguin. I can see myself now squeezing handfuls upon handfuls of big blubbery butt. I want her ass to be huge and spongy and covered in cellulite. And I want her breasts to be big saggy pillows. I want all the not so little things for her two, like bingo wings and cankles and multiple chins. I don’t think two will do. She’ll need at least three.

It will be a glorious day for Gloria, the day she’s no longer able to get out of bed because I’ve turned her into a helpless immobile blob. I look forward to it. But I think for the next step we’ll stick to regularly having seconds at the dining hall and always having dessert. That should keep our piggy plumping nicely.

That’s all for now, Diary. It’s been fun. I’ll be sure to write again when I have more news to share and more pounds to savor.

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“The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Mall

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Asami was bored after work one day, and so she wondered if her local mall would be a good place to find inspiration for how to use her notebook. It was this nagging sensation lately, the feeling that she really should use the notebook more. It’s funny, when she first got the notebook, Asami felt like she had a plan and purpose. She wanted to punish people who were mean to her at work, and even then she found other people to change too which she wasn’t expecting.

Now it felt like sometimes she would purposefully have the idea to go look for mean people say at the beach, or choose to transform people while she happened to be at the park. But this time she neither had a strong desire to go to even go to the mall let alone to purposefully go hunting there.

Hunting?

That was a new thought. She had never considered what she was doing hunting before. Asami thought only that she was doing what was right, punishing people who were vain, who didn’t deserve the privileges that life had just randomly given them. She was rewriting things to the way they should be, and so of course- Of course the mall would be full of vain people needing an adjustment to their attitude. The world would be a better place with Asami using her notebook to make a few changes.

Just a few, right?

She didn’t want to get carried away.

Of course, she reached for the notebook right away as soon as she caught the first skinny blonde bitch looking at her funny.

“How rude,” Asami thought of the vain woman who was clearly looking down at Asami for being heavier. She would need to teach her a lesson.

“The blonde woman in the halter top will gain weight focused mainly on a muffin top within the next minute. Her clothes will grow three sizes to accompany her weight gain, but then she will keep growing until the clothes are clearly embarrassingly ill-fitting and uncomfortable. She will merely think that she has been bad about her diet and will chase herself about the need to get her diet under control and get back to being slim and sexy, but she will find dieting to be quite impossible. She will continue to stubbornly shove herself into clothes that are too small insisting that they either fit fine or will fit fine once she’s lost some weight that she never will lose.”

Wow…. that was… specific, and Asami almost felt light headed after writing it all down. She was so dizzy in fact that she stumbled forward and sat down on a nearby bench without even looking back to see the changes she brought upon the woman who had looked down her surgically altered nose at her.

And that woman certainly did change.

She was what most people would consider a cougar, with a carefully done fake tan and a less carefully done blonde dye job in her hair. Everything about her figure was enhanced, from botox to breast implants, and she dressed the same way she would have if she was twenty years younger than she was. She wore skinny jeans and a halter top that left a sliver of her toned midriff exposed for all to appreciate her belly button piercing. The only thing that wasn’t fake about her was the amount of time she had put in at the gym to achieve such a stereotypically slim and sexy figure.

And Asami had taken care of that with a few strokes of her pen.

The woman’s belly began to balloon, losing any sign of the tone it once had as it quickly surged forward and transformed into a turgid, spongy mass that pushed up her halter top and overwhelmed the waistband of her skinny jeans. Sure enough, the fat rolled all around her like an inflatable pool tube but forming a definite muffin top composed of thick stretch out, very pinchable pudge. Quickly her memories became about how humiliated she was by her fat midsection and yet how she couldn’t help but continuously shove herself into goal clothes and tops that did nothing but showcase how out of shape she was all while she kept promising herself that it would be fine as soon as she started the diet that would never come.

It wasn’t just her belly that grew. Her arms gained flabby bingo wings, and her fake breasts grew extra fat that caused them to lose some of the unnatural perkiness. Her face rounded out slightly, but the majority of the weight that didn’t settle around her gut settled down below. Her thighs thickened until they just started to touch, a sign that if she was not careful she would soon be waddling about, and her ass got far more broken down junk in the trunk that she would have liked. While the jeans grew with her to a point they were now stretched to near their limit, and she had vague memories of barely being able to get them on in the morning.

Her once perfect life was irreparably changed, all while Asami was sitting on a bench nursing her headache.

When the pain subsided, Asami looked up to see a trio of college aged women sitting on a nearby bench taking a series of selfies.

“Oh, they might be fun to change,” she thought as she began to open up her notebook once again.

“Maybe, something a bit smaller this time just to be safe.”

She rubbed the bridge of her nose as she brought the pen to the page and began to write.

“The trio of selfie-taking college girls will instantly gain just enough weight to make their faces fat enough to give them permanent double chins in all of their selfies and bellies that they can’t suck all the way in. It will be embarrassing but do nothing to stop their compulsive need to take and post pictures of themselves.”

Asami particularly liked that last bit. She figured that these women must be pretty vain and therefore pretty stuck up and mean to others. It will be nice for those people to enjoy some schadenfreude and get to see the humiliating irony of their former bullies losing their precious perfect looks.

The change was instantaneous as all three women had their previously sharp and or delicate facial features obscured by fat. It was like they were suffering from a bee sting allergy. They each gained chubby cheeks that could at best be described as cherubic and were at worst described as jowly. The ladies also developed doughy double chins that hung around and made themselves known no matter how high the angle of their selfies were.

They also grew thick pot bellies that poked out of their shirts and rolled onto their laps. Asami watched with glee as they finished taking selfies and stopped sucking in their guts and instead let them expand further. She watched them hem and haw over the quality of the pictures before they felt themselves compelled to share them online even though they knew how unkind so many of the comments would be.

When they were done posting their humiliating selfies, their fat tummies rumbled and signaled a need to head to the food court and stuff their fat faces with some greasy junk.

Asami was very pleased.

When she turned back from the trio she had just transformed and looked straight ahead, she found herself staring at a store she had never seen before.

“Katrina’s Closet” she mused as she read the store’s name out loud.

“How odd,” she thought. She had lived in the area for her entire life and spent an incredible amount of time in this mall, and yet she had no recollection of this Katrina’s Closet place ever being here before. Even if it was new, she found she had no memory of its construction or of another store even being in this spot.

As she continued to contemplate the store’s existence, Asami watched a very privileged looking young lady strutting confidently toward the store. She looked like a real bitch in heels and carried herself like the kind of young woman whose daddy has money. When she got to the store she rudely bumped into a fat older woman.

“Watch where you’re going, you fugly cow!” the young skinny bitch proclaimed.

Asami couldn’t hear the fat older woman’s meek response, but she heard the way the vain skinny one continued to lace into her.

“I’m sure you are, you fat old hag, you bloated sow. Why are you even bothering shopping here? I’m sure they don’t have anything in your mammoth size, you whale!” she declared before blowing past the older woman and into the store.

Asami was incensed. She wanted so badly to just open up her notebook and dole out some justice. 

And yet her hand never made a move.

She got up to go into the store, and then just found herself sort of… standing there.

Asami stood there feeling puzzled for- well she didn’t know how long. Things were just overall kind of fuzzy. Then she noticed another woman clearly about to head into the store and whipped out her notebook to see something.

“The woman going into Katrina’s Closet will find that any clothes she wears will always be one size too small.”

It was a quick idea based on a story Asami had read years ago, and it instantly went to work.

The woman swelled just slightly. She lost her muscle tone and every part of her grew softer. Her confident strut disappeared as it became clear that her pants were too tight across her thicker thighs and flabby booty. Asami watched as the woman grew a distinct muffin top that strained the button on her shirt.

And then, just as the woman was starting to reach for the handle of the door, she turned and walked away as if she was never heading to Katrina’s Closet in the first place, as if it never even crossed her mind or existed at all.

Asami quickly checked her notebook to see what she had written. It all looked like it was still there except that where she knew she had written Katrina’s Closet the ink had bled and looked like someone had tried to somehow smudge it out.

“Weird.”

She looked up from the notebook in time to see the two women from earlier walk out of the store, but this time they looked totally different from what she had remembered. The young, thin one was now fatter and older and the fat older woman was now younger and slim. 

“That can’t…”

Asami went to write about them in the notebook, but the pen flew out of her hand and she felt a sting as if she had been hit by a very strong surge of static shock.

Shaking her head, Asami decided it was best to just dismiss the whole affair and move on. She picked up her pen and headed toward the food court.

She was sure she would find more people worthy of transforming there.

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“The Adipose Zone: Bellies in the Breakroom”

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You’re walking through a door. On the other side of this door is a sixth dimension beyond the imagination of mere human beings. It is a dimension not just of touch and taste, but of thought. It is a dimension far from the hard edges of our own reality, a softer place as wide as time itself and as large as one’s own imagination.

Observe now, if you dare, a quiet little breakroom in the business law firm of Brockman, Stockman and Burke. It’s an unassuming little place with the kind of care given to its decoration by someone using their fifth thought. It’s here where we find Suzie and Annalise, two interns in the department of mergers and acquisitions. 

Here they’ve come to escape the hustle and bustle of their demanding day and enjoy getting to know each other through quiet conversation over some weak coffee and a box of doughnuts.

But what these two don’t know is that their conversation is taking place in more than just this breakroom. It’s taking place in…

The Adipose Zone.

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Suzie and Annalise sat at one of the three small round tables in the room with two cups of coffee that Annalise had poured for them and a box of a dozen doughnuts that remained mostly untouched.

“Do you want a doughnut?” asked Annalise as she took one for herself.

“No thank you. I’m not hungry.” responded Suzie as she smiled a simple innocent smile and tapped her fingers against her coffee cup.

“Wow. This is really good.”

Annalise wasn’t one to normally indulge in sweets, or junk food of any kind really. She was the kind of person who prided herself in control, in maintaining her perfect slim figure. Having been one of those mean girls in high school, and even for a bit in college, Annalise was well aware of how society tended to treat women who failed to maintain their figures properly, and in a high powered law firm like this, Annalise wanted to be sure to keep her firm figure and be taken seriously. She wasn’t planning on being a fat secretary!

And yet these doughnuts just seemed so inviting, and as she took a taste of one, she felt an overwhelming desire to just shove the whole thing in her mouth. 

“That must be really good,” said Suzie with all the monotony of reading a name out of the phone book.

“Mmmph yephhh,” mumbled Annalise through full chipmunk cheeks not realizing that she had indeed crammed the entire doughnut into her mouth. 

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” said Suzie as she tapped her fingers against her cup which was still filled to the brim with coffee. 

Annalise finished the doughnut and wiped a bit of chocolate from her lips. She looked down at the box of doughnuts and felt her stomach growl for more. She was already craving a second doughnut but didn’t want to make a further display of herself having seemingly eaten that first one in record time. 

“Go ahead. Have another,” said Suzie without blinking. 

With Suzie’s permission, Annalise indulged herself and began to engage Suzie in pleasant conversation. It was around her third or fourth doughnut that they got around to talking about Suzie’s family. 

“My parents adopted me. Would you like to see them?”

Suzie calmly set her phone on the table and began to scroll through an album of photos. Annalise watched them go by as she munched on another doughnut.

The photos were of Suzie and her family over time. Suzie’s parents were a fit and happy couple, and as time went by Annalise could tell that they were still happy, but they certainly weren’t fit. Picture after picture her family members were pigging out and growing larger. Suzie’s parents grew plump with wide figures and piggish faces. By the time Suzie was done scrolling, her parents were tremendous fatties practically unrecognizable from the fit couple that had originally adopted Suzie.

Annalise let the doughnut fall from her hand as she looked up at Suzie.

“You dropped something. Don’t want to leave a mess,” said Suzie in a creeping monotone that was beginning to take on new meaning for Annalise.

And yet, Annalise couldn’t help but pick up the rest of the doughnut and shove it into her mouth. Her stomach gurgled as her food baby was really starting to grow now as she looked down and realized she had somehow managed to eat over half a dozen doughnuts.

That’s when Carol and Trinna walked in.

Carol and Trinna had worked at the firm for a long time, and when Annalise got first got there, they were everything Annalisa wanted to be. They were fit, powerful women, bosses who were as strong as they were sexy. And while Carol and Tina both maintained their positions of power, they certainly hadn’t maintained their figures. The two had clearly let themselves go.

Both Carol and Trinna were wearing clothes that had fit them much better several sizes ago. They were squeezed like sausages into their office attire as they held onto the shreds of their vanity. They were both sporting big doughy bellies and fat flabby asses with thunder thighs that clapped together as they walked. They had bingo wings and saggy breasts and were well over the line of being chubby and were pushing the edge of becoming bonafide bovines as far as Annalise was concerned. 

Both women wobbled over to the fridge and grabbed some salads.

“Is that really all you’re having, ladies?” asked Suzie without even looking at them.

“Well… ummm… we’re on a diet,” muttered Carol in a meek tone not normally used by a boss to their intern.

“I don’t think so. I think you want dessert real bad,” said Suzie without so much as a smirk.

Carol and Trinna’s bellies began to rumble.

“Y-yeah. I guess you’re right,” nodded Trinna as her chubby hand squeezed the fat around her rumbling tummy.

“There’s a cake in the fridge for Joe’s birthday. You can start with that.”

The two pulled out a large sheet cake in a box and began looking for plates and utensils.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing those things,” said Suzie. And this time Annalise could have sworn she saw the slightest uptick in the corner of Suzie’s mouth.

The two sighed, but as their stomachs roared louder they began to tear into the cake with their hands, hunched over the box like a pair of animals, they didn’t even take the time to sit down instead just shoving handful after handful of cake into their greedy maws, fat jiggling as they went to town. Their fat faces and strained clothes were soon stained with crumbs and frosting.

“You two are such naughty little piglet, ruining Joe’s cake like that. I think you owe him another one,” gently chastised Suzie.

The two little office piggies began to nod with their double chins wobbling and dripping with cake.

“In fact, get two. That ought to make it up to Joe, and a box of pastries as well.”

“Yes. Suzie,” nodded Carol.

“Sounds good. I’m… I’m still really hungry,” admitted Trinna as she wiped some of the frosting from her face with the back of her hand.

“Oh,” said Suzie as the two were almost halfway through the door, and practically wedged into it by their fattened bodies.

“Get Annalise another box of doughnuts as well. She’s going to need them.”

As the two office fatties left to do as they were told, Annalise was horrified to look down and see that she had eaten almost the entire box of doughnuts. There was only one left.

Annalise looked at Suzie’s stone cold cup of untouched coffee and then up into Suzie’s eyes.

She had expected to see eyes as cold as the coffee, dead lifeless eyes like a doll, but instead as she stared into Suzie’s eyes, what stared back at Annalise was a mass of stars, a swirling universe more expansive than she could ever dread to imagine, and as she reached for the last doughnut, only one thought crossed her mind.

She wondered just how fat she was going to get.

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Annalise thought today was just going to be another day at the office, an ordinary day filled with ordinary conversation with her fellow intern.

But casual conversation over coffee and doughnuts can turn into so much more when your conversation partner is a native of…

The Adipose Zone.

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“A Mermaid Can’t Stop Munching

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God, I’m so bloated. My belly, my precious abs. I can’t see them. Am I get fat? Oh Go, am I getting FAT? I think I might be getting fat. I’m getting fat aren’t I?

I can’t get fat. I’m supposed to be one of the hot ones in the group, a mermaid model that actually looks like what a mermaid model is supposed to look like, not like that seacow Veronica. She’s disgusting. She’s a pig who can’t possibly control herself, so of course she’s the star of this freakshow. She’s a blubbery mass that people love to come and gawk at right before ordering a bunch of fish sandwiches or whatever that are going to send them down the road to obesity.

But those fish sandwiches are just so damn good. I have to eat a few every once in a while. I didn't think that would be a problem. And then after hours… I might have pecked at an extra one or two here or there, or a burger, or some fries.

Am I on the road to obesity?

I’m supposed to be a slim and sexy model. I am a slim and sexy model, or well… I was.

I’m still a model, but I’m not exactly slim with this little gut I’m growing. Or these thighs that are thickening. I used to be ridiculously in shape. It’s what got me this job. I had a body deserving of a bikini model. I had a body that made others jealous, and I loved making others jealous.

I don’t want to be like Veronica. I don’t want to be some tremendous fat ass who eats burgers behind a glass tank on display like some kind of fat animal for people to laugh at. I’m supposed to be the one doing the laughing. I want to be doing the laughing!

But it’s hard to laugh when your face is stuffed with food. And now when I laugh my belly jiggles which is disgusting. And my thighs are soft, and my butt is flabby. I wear a tail for this costume and it’s getting pretty snug. I just thank the lord that it covers up my legs so for now whenever people are taking pictures of me I can mostly suck in my stomach long enough to avoid any real humiliation.

Can you imagine what my friends would say if they could really see how bad things are? When I’m out it feels like I’m working double time to disgust my recent figure flaws, body shapers, flattering clothes, careful angles in pictures. It’s all an act, a desperate act.

But how long can I keep it going?

I should quit before it’s too late. I’m the lucky one. Ashley has gained more weight than me. She can’t hide it anymore. I see the people in the crowd starting to gawk at her too because she can’t suck in her gut enough. I’ve seen the comments on her socials, heard the whispers behind her back and the jeers made directly to her face. She’s getting fat and she knows it. She can’t help it.

That could be me too which is why I need to get control of things, but I don’t know if I can help it either. I can’t just quit. The money’s too good. And the food is too good.

I’m stuck, and if I’m not careful I’m not going to be getting stuck in my costume, getting stuck in seats, hell getting stuck in doorways! Is it truly possible that I could end up just as fat if not fatter than Veronica?

With the way I eat, I have to be honest. It seems more likely that I’ll end up an obese blob than that I’ll lose weight and be a slim and toned hottie again anytime soon. I can see myself gaining, getting laughed at and being able to do nothing but stuff my face and get fatter. I can see the road to obesity clearly because I know the horrible truth.

I’m hungry.

"Scenes from a Casual Dining Restaurant" Part 4

So sometimes I planned to do one thing and then I detour to something else for a quit bit and end up falling down a creative rabbit hole. That's what happened here. I started to write the epilogue to "Nightmare Pigs", wanted to just do some dialogue for this as a warmup of sorts, and then this just kinda took over. And the end result? Over 4,000 words, the largest part yet.

I actually think that this part is best read combined with part three just like I think parts one and two are best read together. Since I'm also going to start releasing this on Deviant Art soon, I will likely be republishing these parts as combined chapters to make it easier for new reads. Chapter 1 will be parts 1 and 2 and then Chapter be parts 3 and 4. I don't yet know if I'll do chapter 3 in multiple parts first or just publish it as one chapter. I suppose it will depend on how much year four takes.

Anyway....

Enjoy!

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Sabrina and Martha ordered their food, a complete smorgasbord, one that put their meal last year to shame. There were a multitude of appetizers, most of them deep fried and everything either covered in sauce or ready to be dipped. Everything was ready to be sampled, and then wholly devoured.

While clams and calamari, mozzarella sticks and loaded cheese, breadsticks and beer, their conversation continued through mumbled words and over the moans caused by the delicious food. But it still flowed, and as it did it felt like time was passing quickly.

And so it did until the evening and then an entire year had passed. Over that year, Sabrina and Martha had seen each other a number of times but never seemed to capture the spark the two of them were clearly looking for, and yet, when Valentine’s Day came around again, the two once again found themselves together in their familiar spot.

A year can have quite the change on a person, and both Sabrina and Martha were feeling that.

“Ya know. You’ve really put on weight?” Sabrina asked as she stretched out a long piece of mozzarella cheese with her teeth.

“Have I now?” asked Martha as she rested her chubby hands  on her thick love handles.

Martha had indeed put on a great deal of weight within the last year. While she was wearing her usual school teacheresque outfit of a sweater over a blouse, it was clear that her outfit was several sizes larger than before and even now it was still too small. It was riding up and exposing her thick love handles. The buttons were straining all over, especially the ones around her deep belly button and her tremendous breasts. 

Sabrina licked her lips, partly to remove some of the excess oil from her mozzarella stick, but mostly because she noticed that one of the blouse buttons near Martha’s breasts had blown off completely. She also took special note of the fact that Martha had given up on slacks in favor of a wool skirt that gave her thick thunder thighs more room to breathe.

“Oh yeah, no offense, but you’re becoming a real fatty,” Sabrina teased.

“Excuse me. But I don’t think you’re one to talk,” replied with mock consternation.

“What are you getting at?”

“I think it’s perfectly obvious to both of us that you’ve also put on quite a bit of weight.”

While it was less obvious that Sabrina had put on a ton of weight when compared to Martha, that was only because Sabrina was currently sitting down and therefore largely obscured by the table. Unlike the apple shaped Martha, the pear shaped Sabrina had spent her year absolutely ballooning down below. Her thighs had positively exploded. They were currently contained as best as they could be with a pair of black tights that had been stretched so thin that the dimples of her cellulite could be seen through the fabric. Martha could even see them from the moment she watched Sabrina waddle through the front door. And that was looking like over time it might become an even greater show. Martha could easily picture a day where Sabrina’s thick hips were brushing against the sides of the doorway. She could imagine based on the size of Sabrina’s saddlebags that the day would come where the fat of her thighs would have to be squished to cram her through the doorway without going sideways.

Martha had been sure to pull out Sabrina’s chair for her when she got to the table. This was partly out of a sense of chivalry but mostly because it gave her an excuse to get behind Sabrina and take stock of her ass.

And there was a lot to take stock of.

Sabrina possessed two blubbery ass cheeks that hung partly over the edge of her chair. They were thick and soft and saggy, and with each step of her waddling shuffle they bounced and swayed. Martha bit her lip as she pictured Sabrina’s ass blowing up until it was big enough to spill over two chairs.

It wasn’t like her lower half was the only place that Sabrina gained weight. She was heavier everywhere. Her formerly lithe punk rock body was now redundantly soft with a squishy belly that hung out unapologetically from underneath her top. She had softer arms and bigger breasts along with a rounder face. Her double chin became very clear as she smiled at Martha.

“You think so?” Sabrina asked as she pat her hands on her doughier belly.

“It’s very clear to me. I would guess just by looking at you, that you’re officially fat as well.”

“As well,” noted Sabrina with a sudden raise of her eyebrow.

Martha abruptly dropped her fork.

“Well, err, you’re certainly fat.”

Sabrina’s double chin became even more noticeable as her grin grew.

“But so are you. You admit it. As well. That’s what YOU said. So you admit to being a fatty.”

“I ummm… I haven’t weighed myself in a while.”

“Doesn’t matter. You can see it. You can feel it. You know it. I know it. You’re a fatty.”

“Maybe… maybe I am,” whispered Martha as her hands began to unconsciously play with her belly and roll the fat between her fingers.

Sabrina pinched her thick thighs as she watched Martha’s hand slip under the table and roll her belly fat between her fingers. She needed to press her advantage and so leaned forward until her own squishy belly was pressed against the table.

“Come on admit it.”

Martha knew what she was being ask but released her fat from her hands and let her belly jiggle back into place as she coquettishly turned her head away.

“I… I’m… I- I don’t want to.”

“Oh come on. You can do it. Tell the truth.”

“I… I’m fat.” The last word almost caught in Martha’s throat before coming out as something of a moan.

“Not just that. Say it,” Sabrina commanded with a gleam in her greedy eyes.

“Say what?”

“Say you’re a fatty,” Sabrina said as she salivated.

“You’re a fatty,” Martha teased in a way that had them both chuckling.

“Good one. And yeah. I guess I am. I am a fatty. Look at all this. A big fat fatty, that’s me.”

Sabrina got up and danced around, spinning and swinging her hips, letting her big booty sway without a care to anyone who may be watching.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Martha once again turned away, her chubby cheeks beet red.

“I already said I’m fat.”

“But say you’re a fatty. Trust me. It’s very liberating.”

A long pregnant pause field the air before the words slowly formed in Martha’s mout.

“I… I’m a fatty.”

“Louder. Own it.”

“I’m a fatty!” proclaimed Martha with a slam to the table that drew the attention form several nearby diners.

“There ya go. Feels good. Doesn’t it?” laughed Sabrina.

Martha’s hands once again found their way to her blubbery belly.

“Yeah… I guess it does. At least a little bit.” 

“Good,” moaned Sabrina as she slid back in her seat and lazily brought another mozzarella stick to her lips.

“I… I think being a fatty suits you.” Martha grinned as she pushed the mozzarella stick basket toward Sabrina, daring her to take yet another one.

“You do?” Sabrina purred as she took the bait.

“Yeah. You look… good.”

Now it was Sabrina’s turn to blush.

“Thanks. So do you.”

“You really think so?” asked Martha.

“Oh yeah. You make a great fatty.”

Sabrina spun her mozzarella stick like a magic wand and pointed it at Martha as she slid the basket with the last mozzarella stick in it Martha’s way.

Martha gently picked it up.

“That’s very kind of you.”

“You like it. Don’t you?” asked Sabrina as she leaned forward giving Martha an excellent view of her cleavage.

“Like what?” Between the conversation, the mozzarella stick and Sabrina’s tempting cleavage, Martha couldn’t keep track of what exactly it was she was supposed to be liking even if the short answer was all of it.

“Being a fatty,” whispered Sabrina as another tease.

“Maybe I do,” Martha moaned. She couldn’t help slipping one hand from her belly to between her legs as she brought the mozzarella stick to her lips.

“Then say it,” moaned Sabrina.

“I like being a fatty,” mumbled through a mouth full of fried cheese.

“I like being a fatty too,” proclaimed Sabrina through her heavy breaths.

“Well, that’s something we finally have in common now, isn’t it?” asked Martha with a smile.

“I suppose it is, after all this time,” replied Sabrina as she raised her beer in a toast and then took a tremendous gulp that sent some of it dribbling down her chins.

Martha chuckled at Sabrina’s display before settling once again into a very sincere and gently smile.

“I suppose given more time, we could probably find a lot more in common.”

She leaned forward with her hands landing near the center of the table palms open.

Sabrina looked down and obliged her by leaning forward as well and taking Martha’s hands in hers.

“Perhaps we could.”

“But what about right now?” Martha asked in a low whisper as she leaned further, her gut pressed against the table.

“Right now, I think we should order some dessert,” whispered Sabrina as she leaned even closer. Both of their bellies were pressed hard against the table.

“I think you’re right,” purred Martha with a quick nibble to Sabrina’s ear.

It was an eventful evening for the two, but they weren’t even the only couple in Judith’s section having quite an indulgent night. Nearby, Roly Oly’s fattest regulars, Alexa and Jake were in the middle of attempting to outdo themselves for a display of sheer gluttony.

Judith set a large tray down and began placing absolutely massive silver bowls of ice cream down on Alexa and Jake’s table. The obese couple had somehow grown even more immense, and were such regulars at Roly Oly’s that management had made sure to get larger reinforced chairs just for them so that they could dine without feeling self-conscious and uncomfortable. And boy was there comfort clear.

They had already eaten two rounds of appetizers, a huge meal and dessert and now-

“Here’s your second sundaes! I had extra whipped cream put on them, just like you like it,” said Judith with a big smile on her face, always happy to serve her favorite regulars.

“You’re the best Judith!” proclaimed Alexa.

“The absolute best!” echoed Jake.

“You’re too kind,” blushed Judith.

“Extra big tip for you tonight,” declared Jake as Alexa nodded enthusiastically while stuffing his face with ice cream, her multiple chins jiggling in agreement.

“Stop. Stop. But hey, you two aren’t secretly Michelin star reviewers are you? Ophelia’s been getting kind of obsessed with the plating lately.”

“Well, if we were you’d have five stars by now.”

“Thanks. I think they only do up to three, but ever since Ophelia took over as head chef, she’s been getting all worked up about them possibly coming in here. I said ‘Ophelia, it’s Jake and Alexa. You’ve got to give our best customers what they want.’ And if you two want your sundaes drowning in whipped cream and chocolate syrup, you’re getting them drowning in whipped cream and chocolate syrup.”

“That’s the spirit!” cheered Alexa.

“You’re the best. This is why you’re the best. Big tip! I’m telling you. Big tip!” 

Jake's big belly shook like a bowl full of jelly as she echoed his previous sentiments.

“You just get it, Alexa  managed to get out between spoonfuls of ice cream.

“Oh, I get it. Believe me. Look at me. I get it.” Judith gave a big pat and shake to the belly she had found herself growing over the last year to show how much she had grown to appreciate the act of everyday indulgences.

“I’m a drown it in whipped cream and chocolate syrup girl myself,” laughed Judith.

“We noticed. We weren’t going to say anything,” nodded Alexa, her eyes on her half eaten sundae and not on Judith at all.

“Didn’t want to be rude,” mumbled Jake between spoonfuls.

“And we’re certainly not one to talk,” nodded Alexa as she tilted the owl to her lips to slurp down the melted ice cream.

“But hey, you might end up being just like us if you’re not careful,” warned Jake.

“Not that that would be a bad thing,” chastised Alexa.

“We’re very happy.” 

“Very happy!” blurted Alexa at a risk of overemphasizing to the point of seeming disingenuous even though her and Jake were indeed truly very happy.

Judith raised her hands in assurance.

“I get it. I get it. Yeah. I’ve never been one to diet, and it’s really catching up with me. But you know what? I’m happy. Whatever’s going to happen is going to happen. That’s my new philosophy.”

A round of applause came from Jake and Alexa as they each raised the milkshakes that had gotten to chase their sundaes with in cheers.

“There ya go!” bellowed Jake.

“Here! Here!” roared Alexa.

Judith began to blush from the attention, but she was so grateful for the opportunity to bare her soul in this moment and actually receive enthusiastic affirmation that she kept going.

“It’s just how I’ve gotten to be. You know? Life comes at you and you just sorta figure it out as you go along. Look. I didn’t expect to be here as long as I’ve been, and you know what? I love it here. I’m taking courses in hospitality and accounting, and- you know I never thought that this of all places would be where I settled down and found my career, but it could be. It really could be!”

“Wow. That’s great, hon,” said Alexa has she gave Judith’s hand a gently pat.

“We love that for you,” added Jake.

Suddenly a realization hit Alexa and her eyes went wide and then narrowed in concern.

“Oh my, you must be needing money for like tuition.”

“And textbooks,” followed Jake.

“And just anything else,” added Alexa with her brow furrowed in concern.

“We should help you out.”

“We really should.”

Judith waved her hands in protest.

“No. No. I couldn’t- That’s too much. I… I couldn’t possibly ask.”

“We insist,” said Alexa with a warm voice as she gently cupped both of Judith’s hands. Alexa’s chubby hands were warm and comforting.

“Absolutely- whole heartedly- insist,” nodded Jake as he spoke with a kind but firm tone that made it clear they would not be taking no for an answer.

“You’re amazing and we have the means. That’s how we get to enjoy so much fine dining so often,” Alexa gestured to the many empty plates of food.

“Historically, largeness is a symbol of largess,” laughed with a big pat to his swollen spare tire.

“So let us help you out,” pleased Alexa kindly.

Judith felt herself about to cry in happiness, overwhelmed by the generosity.

“Wow. You’re just… you’re just… wow. Thank you. Yes. Yes. Thank you. You’re too kind. Thank you!”

As Judith walked away from Jake and Alexa to see to her other customers, she walked by the table of Brenda and Eddie. The two had somehow managed to stay together for the entire year, and the effect on their waistlines was noticeable. The two former high school hotties were now decidedly fatties in outfits that they also needed to size up. 

Anyone looking at them could tell that they were the kind of people holding onto their vanity for far too long. Their outfits were stretched thin by the fat they had gained. Both sported big bellies and sagging chests. Although Brenda’s breasts were far bigger, Eddie’s man boobs were a major point of embarrassment for the man who prided himself on his masculinity. They had fat faces with double chins that bobbed as they stuffed them with fried food.

The two had come a long way from being the king and the queen of the prom, reduced to the kind of fat people that they would have onced looked down upon with great disdain, but in their new situation, perhaps they could grow together finally with their shroud of vanity removed.

Or perhaps they’d just stay fat and bitter.

When Judith passed them, they were in the middle of one of their classic fights. Although this one seemed to be going a bit differently. Usually, Brenda and Eddie made a big show of yelling at each other in front of everyone, but here there was a lot more angry simmering as they chewed their food and exchanged quiet, dirty looks. 

And then, out of the corner of her eye, Judith witnessed a small unexpected moment.

When the french fries were nearly done, Eddie reached for the basket, looked over at Brenda as she was sucking down her milkshake, and gently nudged the basket in her direction so that she could have the last fry. It might have been a small and possibly insignificant gesture, but Judith liked to believe that it might have meant the two were going to be good after all. 

Things were shaping to be a great night in the front of the house. The back of the house was not always so lucky as Judith would realize later on.

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Corinne threw a plate of food across the kitchen and sent it shattering against the wall leaving a smattering a sauce where Rodrigo’s head had been just a moment before.

“Screw you, Rodrigo!”

“Aye, mami. It’s not my fault you porked up so much.”

It was true. The year had not been kind to Corinne’s figure. Another year of not getting the modeling and acting gigs she felt she deserved, of being stuck in this particular job sent Corinne into a bit of a spiral which led to her leaning more and more on food as a comfort. This of course had a rather dramatic effect on her waistline. And settling for someone like Rodrigo when the vain high class guys she was used to seeing began to reject her because of her figure issues cracked her confidence and made her spiral even faster.

Corinne was quickly becoming the kind of fat girl she used to make fun of if she wasn’t there already. She had grown a thick and respectable belly that had quite a bit of movement on it when she walked. It was a bouncing, jiggling pot belly, but it didn’t have anything on her ass. Her ass had ballooned. It was an outrageous booty that far outpaced the rest of her, even her thick thunder thighs which had grown to the point of touching. Every bit of Corinne had gotten chubby, but her ass was quite possibly be the biggest one in the restaurant on any given night, certainly at least amongst the staff. 

“I’ve got curves. You love my curves!”

The truth was that Rodrigo did love Corinne’s fat ass, and he could even put up with the rest of her ballooning up, but she still had such an attitude sometimes, and he could tell by the way she ate where things were going to be headed, he pegged obesity in her future, and he was ready to firmly move her fat ass over to the side chick category and move on to other more conventionally hot girls.

“I mean, yeah. You always had a fat ass, but now you’ve got a FAT ass, and a belly, and some thu-”

“You’re a pig!” Corinne shouted as she slapped Rodrigo.

“Aye, you’re one to talk. Oink. Oink,” Rodrigo laughed as he pinched Corinne’s belly.

Rodrigo dodged another slap and Samir had to get between the two to stop Corinne from scratching his eyes out. Samir would have gladly let her and let Rodrigo get what he had coming to him, but he didn’t want Corinne to get fired, so when the manager came in to see what was going on and asked about the shattered plate, Samir also acted like he had tripped.

Judith found out all of this much later as things were dying down and people were starting to pack up and go home for the night. She found herself where she often did at night’s end, at the piano playing bits and pieces of things when Ophelia came and told her the whole story.

“Ouch. Did the Hostess with the Most Ass just get dumped by Rodrigo?” asked as she shook her head. She wasn’t really surprised. She could see the tension building up between hem over the last month, and she knew that Rodrigo had a bit of a reputation for being a jerk.

“Worse. She caught him cheating on her with Heather in the bathroom.”

“Gross!”

Judith knew Heather was one of those stereotypical working her way through college hot skinny bitches who had only started working there the last few months, and while they didn’t exactly get along, Judith couldn’t help but feel less angry and more disappointed that Heather had found herself in the middle of all this.

“I know. I actually feel bad for her,” Ophelia said with a sad nod of her head.

“And Heather too, honestly,” said Judith. Even if she didn’t particularly like the vain and arrogant Heather, she recognized that she was young and needed to do a lot of learning on her end, and she disliked Rodrigo far more.

“Yeah. She could do so much better,” chirped Ophelia.

“Anyone can. Rodrigo’s a sleaze.”

Judith really did hope Heather would learn her lesson.

“But hey, I guess Corinne is back in the Lonely Chub Club,” snarked Judtih as her attention went back to the Hostess with the Most Ass. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the way that the arrogant Corrinne had chunked up, especially during the last year.

“She really has put on a lot of weight hasn’t she?” mused Ophelia.

“She’s a borderline fatty.”

“Aren’t we all?” asked Ophelia as she eyed Judith’s burgeoning belly.

“Some closer than others,” teased Judith as she eyed Ophelia’s widening hips.

“Well, I’m around food literally all the time.”

“And you keep pushing it on me,” laughed Judith with a playful shove to Ophelia’s chubby arm to illustrate her point.

“You love it,” teased Ophelia.

“I do,” chuckled Judith as she gently placed her hands on her belly.

Their moment of reflection was broken by the sound of a sob screaming Corinne stomping through the dining room with her eyeliner running down her chubby cheeks. Neither Judith or Ophelia had ever thought they would see the day where Corinne would be the blubbery blubbering mess that they saw approaching them. They had only ever seen her be confident to the point of arrogance before with a cocksure model strut, but now it was far easier to imagine Corinne becoming a waddling whale than getting back to a signature svelte shape.

Corinne slammed her hands on the piano as she whipped toward Ophelia with hunger and desperation in her eyes.

“Do you have any more chocolate mousse!?” she cried.

“I sure do,” said Ophelia as she quickly popped her fat butt off the stool she was sitting on, gave Corinne a quick but strong hug and began to waddle off toward the kitchen, eager to both provide Corinne with comfort and to speed along the process of Corinne’s porking out. She was gone so fast that Corinne had to yell after her.

“Well, I need a big fucking helping, and a stiff drink!”

“Sounds like what you need is something I like to call The Lover’s Last Word,” called John from the bar where he was already reaching for his gin and his passion fruit liqueur. 

“Is it strong?”

“Honey, the only pain you’ll be feeling after this is the hangover in the morning,” laughed John as he grabbed some Chartreuse and a shaker.

“Then make it a double!”

From the kitchen doors came a frantic Ophelia peeking her head out to call back across the room.

“How big of a helping of mousse are we talking about?”

“Fucking drown me in it!” wailed Corinne.

Seeing Corinne's urgency, and not wanting to be standing next to the chubby blonde lest she decide to hit or throw something, Judith decided that it would be best to make herself useful.

“I’ll get the whipped cream!”

As she made her way to the kitchen, Judith reflected on what an eventful day this had been and wondered what the next year would have in store for everybody.

TEASER: Scenes From a Casual Dining Restaurant

I was starting to find the epilogue to Nightmare Pigs tougher to crack than imagined, so I switched over to another commission project that is both overdue and well longer than originally planned. Here's part of the next part of "Scenes From a Casual Dining Restaurant".

Since I was doing this purely to get stuff down on the page, this is literally just dialogue with no description or even character names put in. For the most part, I think it was pretty clear to me at least who was saying what, but I'm curious if it's clear to people who have been reading the story.

Anyway, I think it's kinda fun dialogue with nothing else added. I'm going to go back and add a lot more obviously, but I thought this was at least fun enough to share as a tease.

Enjoy!

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“Ya know. You’ve really put on weight?”

“Have I now?”

“Oh yeah, no offense, but you’re becoming a real fatty.”

“Excuse me. But I don’t think you’re one to talk.”

“What are you getting at?”

“I think it’s perfectly obvious to both of us that you’ve also put on quite a bit of weight.”

“You think so?”

“It’s very clear to me. I would guess just by looking at you, that you’re officially fat as well.”

“As well.”

“Well, err, you’re certainly fat.”

“But so are you. You admit it. As well. That’s what YOU said. So you admit to being a fatty.”

“I ummm… I haven’t weighed myself in a while.”

“Doesn’t matter. You can see it. You can feel it. You know it. I know it. You’re a fatty.”

“Maybe… maybe I am.”

“Come on admit it.”

“I… I’m… I- I don’t want to.”

“Oh come on. You can do it. Tell the truth.”

“I… I’m fat.”

“Not just that. Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say you’re a fatty.”

“You’re a fatty.”

“Good one. And yeah. I guess I am. I am a fatty. Look at all this. A big fat fatty, that’s me.”

“Now it’s your turn.”

“I already said I’m fat.”

“But say you’re a fatty. Trust me. It’s very liberating.”

“I… I’m a fatty.”

“Louder. Own it.”

“I’m a fatty!”

“There ya go. Feels good. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah… I guess it does. At least a little bit.”

“Good.”

“I… I think being a fatty suits you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. You look… good.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

“You really think so?”

“Oh yeah. You make a great fatty.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

“You like it. Don’t you?”

“Like what?”

“Being a fatty.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Than say it.”

“I like being a fatty.”

“I like being a fatty too.”

“Well, that’s something we finally have in common now, isn’t it?”

“I suppose it is, after all this time.

“I suppose given more time, we could probably find a lot more in common.”

“Perhaps we could.”

“But what about right now?”

“Right now, I think we should order some dessert.”

“I think you’re right.”

Call For Story Ideas: What should I write for "Fat Trimmings" Volume 25?

"Fat Trimmings" is up to its 25th volume which should theoretically drop next Tuesday, and I want to make it another XL edition. In order to do that, I will need story ideas.

Honestly, coming up with "Fat Trimmings" story ideas can be really hard because I've already done so many, and I try to keep a weekly schedule with them as best I can while balancing other larger projects. That's why Volume 24 was shorter than I originally planned. I knew I wanted to write the continuation of the Thick Burger story from 23 and I wanted to revisit "A Little Bit of Magic" from Volume 20 so its sequel would release here around the same time as I posted the original on Deviant Art.

It's up now btw and if anyone who has a DA account could view it, favorite it, and comment on it, that would really help me out: https://www.deviantart.com/bswriter/art/Fat-Trimmings-Volume-20-XXL-EDITION-WG-1057523520

But then I only got one story suggestion, which was both a great suggestion, and totally understandable that I don't get a ton of suggestions every week. I noticed that a lot of the people who normally suggest stories didn't which again is fine. I'm not expecting them to do so every week. People get busy. People can't always keep coming up with ideas. This is not a complaint. I'm very thankful for all the support any of you have ever given me (including just quietly giving me five dollars every month and not running away when I make posts like this).

If anything, this post is meant to point out to people who are new or who are continuing members who just don't regularly pitch story ideas, that now is likely the best time to do so. Pitch away! Get your ideas seen and very likely written. When I have new people submitting, especially if they submit multiple ideas, I usually try to pick at least one of those ideas to do.

"Fat Trimmings" stories are a great way to see your ideas written as smaller stories without having to pay me to commission a larger piece. (Although you still get discounts on those, btw.)

So pitch away. I hope I'll get a bunch of ideas that I can turn into an extra large edition of "Fat Trimmings" for Volume 25.

"Fat Trimmings" Volume 24

It's still technically Tuesday, so enjoy this volume of "Fat Trimmings" that is still technically on time. Two of these three pieces are sequels to previous stories. The Adipose Zone is based on the one (albeit absolutely excellent) suggestion I got this time around.

Enjoy!

“The Adipose Zone: Kim/Kimberly”

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You are on a journey. A journey through a sixth dimension beyond the imagination of mere human beings. It is a dimension not just of touch and taste, but of thought. It is a dimension far from the hard edges of our own reality, a softer place as wide as time itself and as large as one’s own imagination.

Observe now, if you will, a tale told through a mirror, a story starring one Kim Sinnet, a woman whose mirror is her best friend and whose reflection is her most prized possession. In Kim's world, beauty is not just skin deep. It's her entire identity. Her days are filled with compliments, her nights with admiration. But today, Kim's reflection is about to show her something she's never seen before.

Unbeknownst to her, Kim is about to go on the same journey you’re on.

A journey to the Adipose Zone.

…

Kim was a slim bitch who walked like a model with a confident strut even when she was alone in her spacious apartment walking into her kitchen for breakfast. She cut herself half a grapefruit and set it aside as she brewed herself some black coffee and then reached a slender arm up into the cabinet to grab herself a box of generic bran flake cereal which she poured into a bowl with a light amount of skim milk.

She wrapped her slim fingers around her coffee mug and brought it up to her delicately featured face taking care to blow on it first. As she exhaled, her brain suddenly felt foggy.

Kimberly was a big fat fatty whose thunder thighs gave her a constant waddle even as she awkwardly shuffled past the old fast food containers and dirty laundry that littered her tiny apartment as she walked into her kitchen for breakfast. She cut herself a generous helping of coffee cake and fished out the new white chocolate macadamia nut creamer she was dying to try with her coffee. While she let that pot brew, she reached a wobbly arm up to her cabinet to fish out a box of breakfast cereal. Her flabby bingo wings shook as she pulled out a half empty family size box of Lucky Charms and poured herself a big bowl before drowning the cereal in half and half.

She wrapped her chubby fingers around her coffee mug and brought it up to her fat face to smell the rich creamer before taking a big messy swig and letting some of it dribble down her chin. As she wiped the drippings off her chin with the back of her fat chin, she couldn’t help but feel an incredible sense of deja-vu. 

Kim loved to make fun of fat people. She hated fat people because she thought they were lazy and ugly, and honestly they made for big fat targets for Kim to use to exhibit her own power and control. The truth was that making fun of fat people made her feel better about herself.

After she finished her light breakfast, Kim bounded toward the bathroom to take a nice hot shower. She loved to shower because it gave her an excuse to run her slender hands all over her toned and sexy body. She loved the feeling of her tight muscles, her pert ass and her well earned six pack abs.

Once she was done with the shower, Kim wrapped herself up in a slinky towel and gave a strut over to the bathroom mirror, wiping the fog clear so she could admire her gorgeous reflection.

Kimberly hated being made fun of for being a fat person. She hated being treated like she was lazy and ugly because she was such a big girl. But she was used to being a big fat target at this point. People loved to make her feel weak and powerless by making fun of her. They took great joy in making Kimberly feel bad about herself.

After she finished her breakfast, which included a second bowl of cereal and two extra slices of coffee cake, Kimberly slowly pushed herself away from the crumb covered table and waddled off to the bathroom to take a shower. She couldn’t count on it being hot because the heat in her cheap ass apartment was so unreliable. Kimberly also hated showering because she hated feeling her fat between her pudgy fingers. She would avoid it if she could, but she knew that was an impossibility. So she got into the shower and went to wake even though she detested the feeling of her big fat squishy ass and her gelatinous gut. She was so large that she found certain parts of her flabby fat roll covered body difficult to reach and clean thoroughly, so she would let the soap into her folds and hope for the best.

Once she was done with her shower, Kimberly lumbered out of the shower, and started to dry herself off with a towel that was two small to wrap around her obese body. Her flabby arm jiggled as she wiped the steam that covered her bathroom mirror to reveal her fat face in the reflection.

Kim screamed at what she saw in the mirror. Her fat hands quickly flew to her chubby cheeks to pinch them. A thick sausage finger wobbled her doughy double chin, and she screamed again. Frantically, Kim staggered around her dingy bathroom, a bathroom far smaller than her own. As she staggered she took note of a strange rubbing sensation, the feeling of flesh brushing against flesh and brought her gaze down to the rest of her obese body.

She nearly passed out.

To her shock, she couldn’t even fully see the state of her fat thighs while standing up because of the immensity of her jiggly belly in front of and her flabby shelf of an ass behind her. She spun around trying to angle herself while lifting up her belly to get a better view, and as she did so her fat ass sent several generic brand hygiene products scattering. Kim couldn’t take it any more and barged out of her bathroom, somehow squeezing her bulk through the narrow doorway.

As she emerged through her bathroom and back in her apartment, her towel now left behind, Kim looked around and took stock of her situation. She was relieved to see herself back to normal. She was as slim and sexy as ever, and though she would have to schedule an appointment with a doctor to see if she had perhaps had a miniature stroke, she shook her head and brushed the whole thing off as a freak nightmarish daydream, a figment of an overactive imagination.

Kim strut across her pristine apartment and saunters into her posh bedroom to get herself dressed for the day. She had already laid out what she was going to wear, a pretty blouse and an elegant pencil skirt to go with it. She was eager to start her day of turning heads while looking both professional and glamorous at the same time.

Kimberly waddled out of the bathroom and lumbered across her cramped pigsty of an apartment and into a bedroom that had turned into a laundry basket with dirty laundry taking up every conceivable surface that wasn’t already covered by a fast food container. She dreaded her day as she picked up some semi-clean clothes she found on the floor and began to dress herself in a mismatched set of sweats. She knew she was in for another day of people turning away from her or bullying her for being a big fat slob.

She finished putting on her outfit and looked at her fat body in the full length mirror.

As Kim looked in the mirror, she let out another blood curdling scream. There was that fat cow again looking back at her! She was an obese hog dressed in dirty sweats. And when Kim looked down she found that she was the hog. She was fat and she could feel the ill-fitting sweatpants stretched across her stretch mark and cellulite covered skin.

Her big belly was spilling out of the outfit, and as she shook it with her fat hands, she looked at the reflection in the mirror shaking it as well. 

In a fit of rage and disgust, Kim picked up an old shoe and threw it at the mirror, shattering it. She fled the room as fast as her tree trunk legs would allow. And barged out of her bedroom.

But the rest of her apartment was a sty as well! Unlike in the bathroom things were not back to normal. She was still fat. The tiny apartment was still a complete mess. She threw herself onto the creaking crumb covered couch in despair as the full understanding of her new reality began to set it.

And with that new understanding came another horrifying revelation for the fat girl.

Kim was very very hungry. She collapsed on the couch in sadness knowing it was only a matter of time before she gave into her cravings and continued on with her life as a big fat loser.

…..

Here lies Kim Sinnet, a woman whose vanity has twisted her reflection into everything she disdains. She’s trapped here now by her own prejudices in a prison not just of her body but of her mind, doomed to live out the life she never wanted, experiencing the humiliations she once heaped onto others.

Let that be the lesson. Be careful looking in mirrors because you never know when you might find yourself on the other side, here in the Adipose Zone.

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“Another Bit of Magic”

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Big fat Opal was ready for her revenge, and Delia was ready to humiliate her again.

Delia loved to humiliate Opal after her failed magical coup. She would frequently make comments on Opal’s size calling her things like Piggy, Oinking Opal, and Roly Poly Opal. She loved to put her down while flaunting her own figure and power. She was practically daring Opal to try and fail again.

And one day Opal finally took her shot.

And Delia was ready.

She could sense Opal trying to sneak up on her, she could practically hear the wand moving into position to cast, and she had to right counter charm ready to go once again and truly blow Opal up like a balloon.

With hardly any effort at all, Delia performed the counter charm and turned around with a flourish to taunt her fattening frenemy only to discover to her horror that Opal was standing there wand at the ready.

She had performed the counter charm too early, and by the time she went to perform it again it was a hair too late.

The fattening was upon her.

For a brief moment, Delia felt pretty good, as the first thing to swell about her were her breasts. As they began to grow and surge forward, Delia held on to the faintest of hopes that Opal had mixed up her hex and she might come out of this even better than before. Then her breasts really started to grow soft and heavy, and as she felt the tinge in her back that came with her hefty breasts sagging downward, she knew from the size of her quivering mounds of flesh that she was wrong and things were only just beginning.

Her belly began ballooning next, losing its definition and becoming a big ball of spongy fat. It jiggled and bounced as it grew, popping the buttons of her blouse and plopping over the waistband of her pants right before bursting that button as well. Her blouse began to rise up and even tear slightly as her midsection continued to expand into a commanding muffin top complete with a globular gut and meaty, squeezable love handles.

Delia’s thighs thickened next alongside her ballooning butt. Her lower half seemed to be exploding with fat in all directions and all at once. Her thighs split her tight pants at the side, and her blubbery butt broke through the back of her pants, splitting the seam right along her crack and letting her chunky cellulite covered cheeks be seen. Fat oozed out and quivered as she staggered about in panic. Her thighs began to rub and then press together, and as she walked toward Opal in anger, her walk was transformed into a slow waddle.

Even Delia’s angelic face grew round with distinct jowls and a doughy double chin, she could feel the fat on her face wobble as she huffed and puffed, pouted and plodded her way toward Opal. What Delia didn’t count on was that the fattening of her feet would break the straps of her dainty heels, and that her overall increase in body weight would cause those same heels to break at the slightest stumble. And once those heels started to give way, the obese woman gave quite the tumble, exasperating the many tears in her clothing and revealing even more quivering blubber.

As Delia’s clothes continued to tear away as she flopped about on the floor like a big fat fish out of water, Opal stood over her and laughed at Delia’s bouncing blubber.

The two fat witches locked eyes and glared at each other, and both knew there and then that this rivalry was far from over.

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“Beauty Gets Big”

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Betsy had never thought her life would go this way, and she couldn’t believe what she was looking at.

In her hands at that moment were the latest prints of Thick Burger’s newest ad campaign celebrate their newest fish sandwich. The main feature in the ad was someone Betsy recognized as Veronica Lane, a former college swimmer who had come to some renown in local circles as an athlete and then fitness influencer. Of course, to say that Betsy truly recognized Veronica might have been something of a misnomer. While, Betsy recognized the name Veronica Lane and was familiar with her previous work, she certainly did not recognize the woman she was staring at in a physical sense.

The Veronica Lane that Betsy was familiar with was a slim and sexy athlete, a model with the athletic form of a dedicated near Olympic level swimmer.

The Veronica in the ad was an absolute whale.

This Veronica was nowhere near what one would begin to call in shape unless they were joking and said that shape was round. But even then, that wouldn’t be strictly accurate, because round implies structure, and Veronica’s fat just kind of bulged out and flopped over from all over. She was a mess of rolls and folds and a lazy blubbery belly that sloshed to the side as she reclined on a fake rock in her ill-fitting mermaid costume. In other pictures when she sat up it rolled over and took up most of her lap. It seemed to change shape at any given angle, but it was always soft looking and incredibly large and saggy. 

Betsy wasn’t looking at any video, but she could imagine that Veronica’s blubber belly was the kind of soft sack of fat that jiggled with the slightest movement. Betsy couldn’t see Veronica’s legs because of the mermaid costume, but based on the way that the tail stretched at the sides, she could tell that the former swim star’s thighs must be massive. 

Veronica’s weight disgusted Betsy.

And yet….

Betsy couldn’t help but squeeze her own growing belly. Six months of going on her Thick Burger binge and it was already super noticeable. It was heavy as she rolled the fat between her fingers. She had developed love handles to go with it, giving her quite the muffin top. While her gut wasn’t nearly as massive as Veronica’s, Betsy had to admit that she didn’t see it getting much smaller anytime soon, and if anything she had to think it would get bigger… fatter.

Betsy just couldn’t kick the burgers.

She tried. She really did. The problem was… they were just so damn good. Betsy had spent her entire life denying herself such indulgences, but now that she had walked through that door there would be no going back. She was a Thick Burger junkie in every way. And all that junk was adding junk to her trunk.

Betsy reached behind her and gave her flabby ass a sizeable squeeze. The chunky cheek that she palmed was far too big to be held in one hand, and she could feel the creamy fat ooze between her fingers. Its softness reminded Betsy of just her pert and perfect her ass once was, it was a point of pride. Now it made her feel like a big fat failure.

Her thighs had softened too, another sign of her newfound laziness. She felt like such a pig with her soft thunder thighs replacing her previously athletic ones. When she walked, Betsy felt her fat thighs slap together, and she was afraid that if she couldn’t get herself together that those thick thighs would soon be permanently pushing together and forcing her to waddle.

She knew she needed to go on a diet, but here she was anyway, about to be another Thick Burger spokesperson, desperate to satisfy her hunger she was now about to shill for the company she was prepared to rail against just a few months ago.

The camera began to roll.

“Hey there folks, it’s me, Betsy Jones with another delicious Thick Burger. This one is one of my personal favorite. It’s a big board burger with barbecue sauce, caramelized onions, Monterey jack cheese and of course avocados! Mhhhmmm mmmmmmm.”

Betsy took a big bite which caused the start of her double chin to pop out and say hello as the juice of the burger ran down into it.

“The only thing that beats the taste of Thick Burger is the taste of freedom, the freedom to choose however many of whatever toppings you want to put on top of a variety of patties. The choices are near endless, so come on down and make a Thick Burger that’s perfectly suited for you today.”

Betsy didn’t know how many people she was dooming to a life of obesity with her Thick Burger ads, but she knew she was at least dooming herself as she took another big bite.

What's Coming this Week

Hello All,

Here's what's coming to my patreon this week:

I'll be posting "Fat Trimmings" Volume 24 tomorrow. I'm still soliciting story suggestions: so feel free to suggest more stories in the comments.

I will also be posting the epilogue to "Nightmare Pigs".

"Trading Influence" narrowly won the poll for which extended cut will get released first. I will be working on that this week, but I don't want to promise that it will be definitely dropping. I imagine it is more likely to come out next week.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy what I have coming this week, and, once again, feel free to suggest "Fat Trimmings" story ideas in the comments. Anything I don't use in Volume 24 might very well be used in Volume 25.

"One of Those Fat Making Notebooks": Extended Cut

While we wait to settle the neck and neck race between which exclusive cut gets an extended cut first, here's an extended cut I made of "One of Those Fat Making Notebooks" which previously featured in "Fat Trimmings" Volume 20. This extended cut has well over 2,000 extra words with several extra transformations and a big eating scene at the end. It tops out at almost 5,500 words.

Just like with "Fat Trimmings" Volume 20, I have included a PDF for the extended slob cut which has even more words topping out at almost 5,900 words.

Enjoy!

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Asami couldn’t believe it. She had actually stumbled upon a notebook that made people fat. It worked like Death Note, but with fat! Debu Note! Just like the videos she had seen. But this was a parody come to life, a weapon of great power at her disposal and ready to humiliate her enemies and achieve her fattening vengeance.

Hell yeah!

Sure, there was probably some kind of gluttony demon attached to this thing, and there were probably some kind of consequences in store for her, but she had never read nor watched enough of Death Note to worry about that kind of thing. Her knowledge of fat making notebooks was exceedingly limited to a couple of Youtube parody videos and an old Fan2000 story that she was only half remembering.

Still, fat making notebooks don’t come around every day. (Maybe every few years perhaps, but certainly not EVERY day.) And she was determined to make the most of it.

First, a test was in order.

As Asami sat her chubby butt on a chair outside the little cafe where she had found the notebook (totally not ominously thrown in the bathroom garbage), she watched a slender woman across from her eat an undressed salad. It was the undressed salad that so easily led Asami to jump to the conclusion that this woman was a skinny bitch, and so she went to work with the notebook.

“The woman sitting across from me and eating an undressed salad will gain ten pounds, mostly to her belly, within the next minute and think this is totally normal,” she wrote. Asami was working under the suspicion that when testing it was always best to be as specific and detailed as possible.

Sure enough, the woman’s slim waist soon began to swell as she gained ten pounds. Her dress stretched to accommodate the growth, most of which landed on her belly and gave her formerly flat stomach a distinctly convex shape. Asami could watch it jiggle as the woman finished her meal and got up to leave. The woman seemed a bit uncomfortable with the tightness of her outfit, and was left somewhat more insecure than she otherwise would have been, but she was not exactly in a panic.

The whole thing made Asami chuckle softly, but it didn’t exactly leave her satisfied. 

“The woman I just made gain weight will gain another fifty pounds over the course of the next year and never be able to lose it,” she wrote with a sinister grin on her face.

And then Asami let the woman go off on her merry way, content to use her imagination to think about what would become of the woman whose life she had changed for the fatter, the self-consciousness, the panic, the failures at dieting and the bursting of clothes. It was an enjoyable taste, but she again needed more.

So she headed off to the modeling agency where she worked as a production assistant and prepared herself for a feast.

On her way there an unexpected but not entirely uncommon event occurred. A slender woman who bumped into Asami.

“Watch where you’re going, fat ass,” she snarled as she walked away.

Asami could tell by the look of the woman and the way she walked in her heels, strutting with a combination of speed and confidence down the block, that she was some kind of prim and proper high powered business woman. She was wearing a charcoal gray pencil skirt with a matching jacket. Her hair was in a severe bun.

While Asami was all for women in power, she was completely against bullies and decided to teach this woman a lesson, so she whipped out her notebook and started to write.

“The woman who just bumped into me will gain a pound (mostly in her lower half) per step that she takes until she reaches the end of the block.”

With leering eyes, Asami watched the first pounds pile on. It was slow at first, barely noticeable. And as the woman got further away, Asami struggled to see much of anything. She only dared to double back slightly lest she be caught.

But then the woman stopped to adjust her skirt, and Asami got a much better view of things.

The woman’s previously tight ass was now stretching out the back of the skirt, and while the pencil skirt was long enough to cover most of her thighs, Asami could tell by the way the sides of the skirt had stretched that the woman was already starting to develop a nice set of saddlebags. The woman seemed lost to the world around her as she adjusted her skirt to account for her widening hims and growing rear.

This made Asami bold, and she took a few more steps forward so she could better watch the woman continue on her way. Interestingly enough, the first thing the woman who was still adjusting her skirt did was take a step back and added another pound to her growing butt. 

The woman soldiered forth trying to ignore the now obvious changes to her body, the flabbiness of her butt bouncing up and down, the feeling of her fatter thighs slapping together or the straining of the waist of her skirt and even the buttons of her blouse because of her burgeoning belly. But eventually things stop being able to be ignored, and that can happen in an instant.

That instant came with the popping of a button.

The button of her pencil skirt did, and once that went the skirt itself fell rather unceremoniously to the ground eliciting a burst of laughter from some unexpecting passersby. Asami watched as the now chubby woman struggled to bend over and pick up the skirt. Her fat flabby ass was waving in the air as her chunky cheeks ate her panties, and her cellulite covered thunder thighs crashed together. Asami could even see the woman’s jiggling belly popping a few buttons on her blouse as she staggered about trying to deal with the skirt situation.

Staggering about counts as steps. As the pounds continued to pile on, and the laughter continued to grow, the woman went into an absolute panic. She couldn’t possibly be seen at work like this. She had to get home! She started to run.

Unfortunately, although she was agonizingly close, she had not yet reached the end of the block. 

And home was in the other direction.

Did you know that in the United States the average city block takes around 200 steps to cover?

By the time the woman did eventually reach the block, she was a blubbery, blubbering mess who had collapsed as she pawed at her fat body in disbelief. Her ass was outrageously huge and her tree trunk thighs were massive. While most of the weight had gone to her lower half, it was just so much weight that there was bound to be fat all over including in her big bulging blubber belly. As she cried it shook in great waves of jiggling fat. Her outfit was completely ruined, and her hair had fallen out of its bun. The only thing about her that remained relatively the same was her face which he only softened slightly. 

While the woman continued to alternate between screaming and crying, the crowd around her alternated between taking rude pictures and videos while laughing at her and calling 911. 

Asami decided to make herself scarce. While she was certain there was no way cops were going to be able to track a woman suddenly getting incredibly obese to another woman simply writing things down in a notebook, she wasn’t going to wait around to see if someone was crazy enough to try. Besides, she still had other targets in mind, and she was eager to attend to that business.

Eventually, she did make it to the modeling agency she worked at.

Asami had three particular targets in mind. She thought about changing more. She thought about creating radical changes throughout the whole company, but she didn’t want to let all of this power get to her head, to rush and make mistakes. (The woman on the street had already proved the need to be more careful.) And, most importantly, she wanted to savor things.

So three would do for now, and she knew just which three it would be: Colleen, Kyara, and Melanie. Asami was a chubby, dowdy production assistant at the modeling agency and those three were the models who most consistently made her life hell.

Kyara was the first of the vain, stuck-up models that Asami ran into. Kyara was always on Asami about her weight and most specifically what she ate. She loved to spot Asami at the craft services table having a doughnut and reprimand her for eating unhealthy snacks. She was a cruel bitch like that.

In a perfect coincidence, Asami spotted Kyara standing by the craft services picking at a tray of fruit. She was just in a bikini and a whisper thin sarong. Making it look like she was just checking some notes in her production binder, Asami quickly wrote in the notebook.

“Kyara will gain thirty pounds right now, mostly to her belly, but and thighs. She will become addicted to junk food and gain an additional hundred and twenty pounds over the next year and never be able to lose it.”

Kyara’s hand dropped the grape she was about to eat and instead hovered over the box of doughnuts as her six pack abs began to melt away, seamlessly turning into a generous potbelly, going slack and then surging outward until fat began to roll over her sarong while the lowest part of her belly fat pushed at the very loose knot that was holding the garment in place.

The double chocolate glazed doughnut soon graced her lips, and as it did so it was like it sent a message to her hips. They began to widen as both her ass and thighs grew thicker and softer. Her ass began to swell and sag, two chunky cheeks covered in cellulite, and while her thighs weren’t near fat enough to make her waddle just yet, they were now filled with enough flab to get rid of any thigh gap she had previously had.

Kyara’s body found new softness all over, but it was clear that things were working as intended. With another one hundred and twenty pounds to come her way, Kyara was destined to become an extremely bottom heavy girl. Asamai loved watching as Kyara continued to swell a bit more until the combination of her hips, butt and belly growing finally undid the knot on the sarong and sent it falling to the floor. As Kyara bent down to pick it up, Asami watched Kyara’s ass cheek wobble and her thighs quiver and slap together.

“What the hell is this?!” yelled Mike, one of the photographers.

Kyara finally noticed herself and let out a scream.

“I-I don’t know how this happened. I-”

“We can tell. You’ve been sneaking snacks, you naughty little piglet.” snickered one of a pair of models that Asami did not recognize.

“Yeah. Keep stuffing your face with doughnuts like that, and you’ll get even puffier,” laughed the other of the two new girls.

Kyara’s mind was racing. She couldn’t understand how or why this was happening. It was like all she knew was that she was suddenly much heavier, fatter, than normal, and she had an immense desire to panic stuff her face with junk food. Without even thinking about it, she crammed most of the doughnut into her mouth.

“She’s a goner.”

“Yup. Oink, oink, Fatty.”

“Oink. Oink. Oink.”

The two girls kept laughing and oinking as they strutted away, and Asamai took a mental note to possibly come back to them later.”

Meanwhile, Mike was thinking out loud.

“Okay. Okay. I can still do a lot of chest up shots, work from top down, and then put in overtime with the photoshop. But you better get things straight and be careful, girl, if you don’t want to end up in the plussize division.”

Asami laughed at the idea knowing that she had stuck Kyara and the perfect weight and proportion. She wasn’t big enough for plus size, and she wouldn’t gain weight very evenly, and with another hundred and twenty pounds to go, that should put her out of most plus size gigs. Asami loved thinking about how Kyara’s career would suffer, how every aspect of her life would change, including her becoming one of those people who takes a lot of face only pictures and then surprises you with how immensely obese they are. Asami wanted to stay and daydream about Kyara forever, but she had other targets to fatten.

Melanie was next.

Well… that was the plan at least, but as she was looking for Melanie on one of the photoshoot stations, she ran into Sarah and Adrianna. Sarah was one of the few models in the agency that had always been nice to Asami. She wasn’t considered to be one of the agency’s top tier models because, even though she had a tight toned figure, her breasts were smaller than others. Adrianna was a top tier model who loved to specifically request that she work photoshoots with less endowed women so that she could bully them over their figures.

Asami decided to help Sarah out and have some fun with Adrianna as she opened up her notebook.

“Sarah’s breasts will gain enough weight to grow two cup sizes, and Adrianna will grow a big gut that she will never be able to lose. People will not notice the change as it happens and just think this is normal afterward.”

Sure enough, no sooner had it been written than the transformations began. Sarah’s breasts quivered as they grew, overwhelming the cups of her bikini top quite scandalously as the swelled up to being two sizes larger. Meanwhile, Adrianna’s precious abs went away as her belly surged outward into a big spongy gut that hung over the waistband of her bikini bottoms. She grew love handles to match and complete the muffin top.

“Cut! Cut!” yelled the photographer.

“That’s enough.”

He turned to point at Sarah with a smile.

“Sarah, girl. You’re doing great, but let’s get wardrobe to find you a more accommodating top, okay babe?”

And then he turned toward Adrianna with a glare.

“And Adrianna, chubs, go home and lose that gut. I can’t work with you like this. You’re out of shape with that flabby blubber belly of yours. Eww.”

With a chuckle to herself, Asami wandered off before she could listen in on the intense screaming match that followed. There was plenty of work left to be done. She still wanted to find Melanie after all.

Asami found Melanie fresh off a lingerie photoshoot wearing a lace negligee top and matching panties. She looked so sexy with her lean body and toned muscles. Her butt was perfectly pert. Her abs were visible. She had an angelic face that did such a nice job of hiding her devilish interior. 

Asami was about to change all of that with a few flicks of the pen.

“Melanie will gain two hundred and fifty pounds within the next minute, and everyone will act like things are surprising but normal. Melanie’s clothes will grow with her but be barely fitting.”

She had thought about having Melanie burst out of her clothes and be left a naked, blubbery, blubbering woman. She thought about Melania as a fat blob with her clothes broken on the floor, struggling to cover her massive breasts and broad backside. Her belly would be big enough to hang down and cover her front.

But Asami wanted to save the clothes bursting for another time, so she left things as is and enjoyed the show.

It started just like Kyara with a rumbling in Melanie’s stomach. But unlike Kyara’s tummy which swelled out slowly below sloping over the waistband of her bikini bottoms, Melanie’s stomach practically exploded with fat as it inflated like a huge water balloon filling with blubber. Her flesh was undulating as it grew. It bounced and jiggled as her abs turned into a gut and beyond. In moments she was standing there with a gelatinous sack of fat, a huge double belly hanging over the front of her panties and obscuring them completely. It was still bouncing and jiggling as the rest of her filled with thick, quivering fat.

Melanie’s ass ballooned to match her belly, growing two bulbous cheeks chunky and chalk full of cellulite. They were flabby cushions, pillows of jiggling adipose, filling up and out and then hanging down, slapping against her growing thighs. Her well cushioned backside was quickly met by the rising dough of her thunder thighs. Melanie’s lean and athletic thighs became great tree trunks that pressed together and forced her into a wider stance fitting someone who would soon be stuck waddling about instead of strutting like a proper model. Her billowy thighs quivered with the slightest of movements much to Asami’s delight.

Up top, Melanie’s breasts also surged forward, filling and practically spilling out of the cups of her bra. Her massive mammaries would have broken the bra completely if it wasn’t for the specifics of what Asami had written. Instead the bra itself shifted and changed to include much more intense underwire to better hold the boulders that it contained. And even then, the titanic breasts tagged heavily and strained Melanie’s fat roll laden back with their immense weight. 

Her arms got fatter as well, becoming thick but loose with flab. Her bingo wings shook as she grabbed at her flabby flesh with her chubby sausage fingers.

Melanie’s angelic face was not left unchanged. It morphed into a far more piggish appearance with chubby cheeks that were not at all flattering to her upturned nose and made her eyes look small. Even that nose swelled with fat. But the most prominent change to her face was the appearance of a thick double chin that drooped down from her previously delicate jawline.

Melanie grasped at her fat body and Asami could see the look in her eyes. It was interesting, a look of complete humiliation but not fear. There was clearly panic there but more from how humiliated and exposed she felt and not from shock at how suddenly she had grown and how large she had become. Even the people around her seemed to react more in annoyance and frustration than in surprise and disbelief.

“Holy shit, what are we gonna do with her now?” asked Esteban, one of the agency higher ups as he talked to Trishelle, a chubby photographer who Melanie had a very tense working relationship with up until now.

Trish looked down at her camera and then back up at Melanie with glee.

“Well, we could roll this hog over to the fetish department. This would make for some great before and after photos, worth her weight in gold.”

Trish laughed as she shook Melanie’s spare tire and sent the rest of her fat body jiggling as well. 

“Yeah. Yeah. That could work. I think I can get her a whole cake she can eat too. You can handle that, can’t you Mel?”

Melanie was aghast. She was just a moment ago a perfect model living her dream, and while suddenly being this weight seemed totally normal to her, she couldn’t for the life of her figure out how or why it had happened. All she knew was two things. One, she was supremely fat and hungry. Two, she was far too fat for regular modeling now and if she wanted to keep her job at all she was going to have to eat an entire cake. 

She nodded and her fat cheeks flushed as her double chin wobbled.

“Yeah? You’re gonna eat a whole cake?” teased Estaban.

“I’m gonna eat a whole cake.” muttered Melanie.

“Come on. Louder. With some spirit.”

“I’M GONNA EAT A WHOLE CAKE!”

“You’re my fatty.”

“I’M YOUR FATTY!”

“Oink for me, fatty.”

“OINK! OINK! OINK!”

“Look at me, and do that again.” chimed in Trishelle.

Melanie did as she was told, oinking like a pig for Trishelle’s camera, scrunching up her fat face and snorting like an animal. It was humiliating, but it was the only way Melanie knew how to make a dollar at this point.

“Good piggy. Now save some of that for your next shoot. I hope you’re hungry,” laughed Trishelle as she spanked Melanie’s fat blubber butt and led her new piggy project off to the fetish department for her new humiliating career.

Asami was practically doubled over in laughter. It was all working out better than she had ever planned. And she still had one more to go.

Luckily, Colleen was not hard to find at all. In fact, Asami heard her before she could see her. Colleen was berating Stuart, another nebbish production assistant for bringing a glass of water in it with only three slices of cucumber in it instead of four. This was the exact kind of thing that Colleen was known for doing all the time. In fact, just the day before Asami had heard Colleen yelling at Stuart for bringing her a glass of water that had four slices of cucumber in it instead of three.

Colleen was often berating Asami as well, usually about her weight and her job status. Colleen loved to lord her power over the assistants and was known for strutting her stuff and crushing anyone in her way.

Asami was eager to change all that. That’s why she had saved Colleen for last. She had a particularly ironic fate for her and wanted to really test the powers of the notebook.

“Colleen started gaining weight two years ago. She got too fat to be a model, and was instead demoted to a production assistant a year ago. She’s been steadily gaining ever since and will continue to do so because she is a junk food junkie.”

In an instant the Colleen that was standing in front of Asami was completely different.

Colleen had been standing around in an elegant evening gown. She was every bit the image of prim and proper poise and elegance. But this Colleen looked like a fat schlubby slob in sweats.

The former model had become a round ball of fat with a thick gut that was so ponderous that it easily slipped out from under her dirty t-shirt and over the waistband of her sweatpants. She was constantly having to alternate between tucking her big belly into her sweatpants and pulling down her too small shirt to cover what she could. Unfortunately for her, Colleen’s job as a production assistant had her frequently waddling from place to place which left her sweaty, winded, and frequently humiliatingly exposed.

And Colleen had to waddle because her thighs were so tremendous, swishing tree trunks that constantly rubbed together. Her thighs were so thick with fat that the impressions of the cellulite that they were covered with were visible through the fabric of the too tight sweatpants. Even though Colleen definitely had cankles, the meat of her thighs was the real show, blowing outward like two huge fatty drumsticks. And they were paired with an equally bulbous blubber butt.

Colleen’s ass was the definition of a wideload. It was like she had a pair of bean bags crammed into her pants, and the pants couldn’t always take it. Her chunky cheeks often crested over the top giving her a very noticeable and oft laughed at plumber’s crack. Her entire body was like that, overly large and wobbly and constantly leaving Colleen in a state of humiliating disarray.

Even her fat pillowy arms were so large that the ham hocks that were once her biceps made any t-shirts she wore uncomfortably tight. Her back had fat rolls. Even her shoulders were fat. 

Colleen had also gotten a really fat face. It was round like a moon with big dimples on the rare times she smiled. She was a jowly girl with multiple chins to her name. Overall, her face had a greasy sheen and a dopey look on it far from the glamorous and confident visage she had previously projected.

Her fat face looked miserable. It was full of regret and the knowledge of the pretty privilege she once possessed and had since lost. Colleen’s fat face was full of disappointment and the weary acceptance of her new lot in life. She waddled with her head held low and her multiple chins bloated outward like a frog. She was quiet yet clumsy, still unused to her lumbering body. 

She was a complete slob too, with a dirty shirt constantly stained by sweat and the remnants of whatever meal she had just eaten. She had completely given up. Everything about her screamed defeat.

Asami couldn’t be happier.

And yet, she was not satisfied.

She wanted more.

With her precious notebook clutch in her hand, Asami decided to head to the fetish department and watch Melanie eat an entire cake.

Who knows, she might even find some more fun to be had while she was there.

Once she got to the fetish department, Asami was not disappointed. Melanie, formerly slim and sexy, prim and proper, absolutely glamorous model was standing there in a pig costume that consisted of a big pink unitard with a hole in the middle to let her big blubbery belly poke through the window making it so that the viewers could clearly see her extra deep belly button. She had sheer pink tights on, and they were already full of runs. Her thick thunder thighs oozed through the holes that they made giving the audience a great glance at the cellulite that covered them.

Melanie was flush with humiliation, her fat face near tears as she stared at the two blown up pictures of herself that were posted on the back wall of the stage. They were pictures of Melanie in her prime, one of her showing off her toned abs in a slim cut bikini, and then a second of her in an evening gown with a long slit to show off her long lean toned legs. The pictures were a far cry from the obese Melanie in her pig costume complete with a big rubber pig nose and a curly tail on the back. 

The video started with Melanie with her back to the audience and staring at her past self so that the audience could see her fat flabby ass cheeks hanging out of the unitard and the curly pig tail that she was forced to wear. 

All the blubber on Melanie’s body undulated as she shuffled and turned around to face the camera with a fake smile plastered on her fat face.

“Hey, everyone. It’s me, Melanie. And those… well that used to be me too. Quite a change, huh? I used to be so slim and sexy, right? Look at that. I used to be smoking hot, and I knew it. I was vain. And I made fun of others and well… look at me now. I’m a big fat piggy, and you get to make fun of me. Oink oink. I really let myself go, and now I’m a big fat naughty piggy all because I can’t stop stuffing my face. That’s why I’m such a big fat pig. I used to have sexy abs and now look at me.”

Melanie grabbed her gut with her chubby hands and gave it a big shake for everyone watching at home. As she shook her blubber belly, the rest of her fat body jiggled too. Every bit of her was so loose with soft fat that it couldn’t help but quiver at the slightest movement.

“I’ve got this big greedy gut, and this big greedy gut needs to be stuffed. So it’s time for me to hog out!”

Two slim production assistants rolled a great big chocolate covered sheet cake into frame. Asami recognized them. They were Luna and Harper, two of the newer assistants who were certain they were going to work their way into being models. And they were pretty enough to do it which of course they knew. That’s why they were laughing at Melanie. 

Asami took out the notebook and decided she would nip this in the bud.

“Luna and Harper each gain 20 pounds instantly growing spongy pot bellies and flabby asses. They’ll never be able to lose the weight no matter how hard they try and will regret the fact that they let themselves go.”

Instantly the two slim production assistants became slightly chubby production assistants. They had spongy pot bellies instead of abs, little guts that pressed against their shirts and strained their buttons. Their firm asses grew flabby and stretched their pants out threatening to pop the seams in the back if they bent down too quickly. Asami could see how suddenly self-conscious the formerly confident women were. She hoped that this would teach them a lesson and make them better people.

If they didn’t, that’s what the notebook was for.

As she watched the two newly tubby chicks slip back into the shadows so they could complain about their weight to each other, she heard the director call action for the next scene and turned back around to see Melanie getting ready to eat the cake.

“Oink. Oink. Look at this cake. Mmmmmm. It’s perfect for a piggy like me. When I was slim and sexy, I would have made fun of people for wanting to eat cake like this, but nwo I’m a big fat greedy piggy. I’m a glutton for cake. My greedy gut just can’t get enough. You want to see me eat this whole thing, don’t you? Of course you do. And I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna stuff my fat face silly with all this cake, and I bet I’ll still have room for more. This fat girl’s always hungry. But let’s get started. OINK! OINK!”

Melanie tried to hide the fear and shame in her eyes as she sunk her chubby hands into the chocolate cake. This was the greatest turning point in her life, the final condemnation, the acceptance that her old life of glamor was over and that she was committing to being a pig and debasing herself for the amusement of others. As she held the cake in her hand, she thought about how she used to be the one in control, the one who got to make fun of others, and now here she was a submissive piggy ready to stuff her face for the camera.

Her double chin wobbled as she opened her mouth up wide and stuffed it full of cake.

The worst part of it all was that she had to admit that the cake was delicious and she truly wanted more.

So Melanie gave in and stuffed another handful in, then a third, and a fourth. She began to truck through the cake shoveling with jowls shaking as she just kept shoveling it in. The cake was smeared across her chubby cheeks partly from the speed and recklessness with which Melanie was eating, and partly because that’s what she knew her audience would want to see. Crumbs fell into her massive cleavage, and Melanie would occasionally fish some out of there, spreading chocolate icing across the tops of her breasts.

Melanie would oink as she ate, moan as she ate, comment as she ate.

“Soooooo good. I just can’t stop. That’s why I’m so fat. This is going straight to my thunder thighs and my big fat hips. I’m gonna have trouble waddling through doors. I’m such a pig. It’s so humiliating. I deserve to be made fun of. I definitely used to make fun of people way thinner than I am now, so go ahead and let me have it in the comments. I deserve it. Oink. Oink. Oink.”

She kept eating, handful after handful, mangled slices befitting the pig that she was. As she got further into the cake she eventually just shoved her face directly into it and kept on trucking through the cake. When it was done, she couldn’t believe she had eaten the whole thing, and yet an even more horrible thought crawled into her mind.

She still had room for more.

Asami watched Melanie suffer and debase herself and couldn’t be more pleased with the proper punishment she had doled out. She was certain Melanie would have a very popular career as a pig.

And she was happy to know she had her notebook to keep dishing out punishment to those who deserved it.

"Bad Influence": Chapter 2

I really thought this one would be done later in the week. And then I caught fire and wrote the whole thing in one day. This includes the single longest and most detailed (and I personally think it might be my best) pure transformation scene. The transformation sequence in this is over 2,000 words with over 300 words just dedicated to her breasts alone, so I hope you enjoy that.

Additionally, wow it has been quite a while since I posted chapter one. For ease, I have included that chapter as a PDF so people can easily catch up.

Finally, since "Bad Influence" is ultimately an extended version of the story originally posted in "Exclusive Cuts" volume 4 which was a collection of stories featuring heavy slob elements, this story as those elements as well. For people who do not like that, I have included CLEAN CUTS of both chapter 1 and 2.

Enjoy!

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Claudia had another big fat nightmare the night before she met with Reggie.

“You’re lucky to have me, Reggie,” Claudia purred as she let her light sweater fall off her shoulder and reveal a bit more skin.

“I mean, just look at me Reggie. Drink it all in,” she teased as she began to gyrate, dancing seductively and lifting her shirt to run her hands along her toned abs.

“I’m everything anyone could want and you know it.”

Claudia turned around and bent forward giving Reggie a clear view of her tight, curvy ass right before she spun back around and jabbed her long, carefully manicured nail into his doughy body.

“And you? You’re a… Fat. Disgusting. Loser. You’re pathetic, Fatty.”

Claudia dropped down and slowly ran her hands along her tone and sexy body from her dainty ankles, up her long lean legs and slim torso until she cupped her pert and perky breasts.

“I’m perfection. I’m going to take this little streaming company you’ve got to the next level and then take it over. This is the beginning of my empire, do you understand that, Fatso?”

She laughed as the gobsmacked Reggie could only stand there drooling in response.

“Good. You’re such a docile fat little puppy. I’ve got you wrapped around my skinny little finger. You’d do anything just to be around my sexy body wouldn’t you, Tubs?”

Claudia tickled Reggie’s thick double chin.

“That’s what I thought, Piggy. You can’t get enough of me, and I can’t blame you.”

As twirled around, she slid her hand up Reggie’s fat face feeling the scruff on his chubby cheek. She teased and danced closer to him until she recoiled in revulsion at the feeling of his bag fat belly pressing against her slender back.

“But you can’t have this, loser. This is a business relationship only. Got it?”

The thoroughly captivated Reggie nodded like he was supposed to.

“Good, Fatty. I’m glad we’re on the same page. God, you really are a total lard ass. But I’ll tell you what. You can touch me just this once, just to shake my hand for this deal. Is that clear, Fatso?”

God, she loved being in control like this, using her perfect slim and sexy body to hypnotize poor saps like Reggie. Even if it meant putting up with his fat ass, she was going to have him take her back to the top. He was her big fat meal ticket, the key to regaining her social media empire and being the star her perfect body and raw charisma meant that she was always supposed to be. 

She tickled Reggie’s soft chest just to toy with him once more and then pushed backward keeping him at a toned arm’s length as she offered her slender hand toward him. He reached out to meet her, and it was quite the sight his chubby sausage fingers with their well chewed nails compared to her slender piano fingers with their well manicured ones. She took her hand with his and gave him a firm handshake. His grip was weak and clammy.

“Gross,” she thought.

And then she felt something else.

It started with an itching sensation in her palm, the slightest bit of irritation like a gnat bite. And then it became a pulse, all in the matter of a thought. She looked at her hand and could see as that pulse continued that her hand began to swell as if she was having some kind of allergic reaction. She wanted to pull it away, but she found herself unable to. Instead, the only thing she could do was watch her hand continue to swell as her slender fingers grew thicker to match Reggie’s fat ones. Her whole hand was getting fat.

Claudia had never thought about what it might be like to have fat hands before, not to this degree. She had given great consideration to maintaining her toned ass and the size of her hips and thighs, and of course she had fretted from time to time about the definition of her abs. She dreaded the idea of growing a gut, but she had never truly contemplated what having fat hands would look like, how alien, how wrong it would feel.

As her hand grew chubbier, a single tear ran down her cheek as she mourned the loss of something she had once so easily taken for granted.

And then her eyes widened as she watched what happened next.

Her wrist, once slender and delicate to match her hand now began to swell to match her hand again. Claudia could feel the fat pulsing up her arm as she watched it happen. She watched her skin stretch as the fat stretched it. It was like the skin on her arm was a big sausage casing and now her arms were becoming the big fat sausages filled with soft adipose. She watched as the tone she had worked so hard to achieve became lost in a sea of fat. Soon her bicep had collapsed into a flabby, saggy bingo wing. 

As Claudia was finally able to pull herself away from Reggie’s grip, she noticed how much her flabby arm shook. Both her arms! She could see them both clearly now, big pillowy things billowing with fat that was so soft yet heavy that it was beginning to roll over her fat elbows. She looked ridiculous with her arms inflated with fat, and yet she hoped that it would all stop there, that breaking Reggie’s grip would end things. Fat arms she could live with. She would do bicep curls and the like for hours a day if need be, but she couldn’t be fat, she just couldn’t be. She was counting on being free from further fattening now that the handshake that had gotten things started was over.

But she was too late.

Claudia loved her breasts. She had always thought of them as perfect in every way. They were large enough to show off and turn heads, and they were small enough to not cause her any real back pain when going braless. They didn’t take much to turn them into a focal point, and a simple sports bra was enough to contain them and let her workout pain free. 

So the sudden twinge in her back from the new weight of her breasts was the first thing she noticed as they took on a whole new weight. The flimsy lace bra that she was wearing was no means of proper support as her breasts began to swell, overflowing the cups both above and below. It quickly became little more than a band barely keeping the growing mounds of flesh in place. That band became completely useless once her shoulders and back began to swell with fat as well. Then, as the rolls of back fat pressed against the back strap of her bra, the fat eventually won out and the strap broke. This would have sent the bra flying like a slingshot were it not for the t-shirt that Claudia was wearing.

Instead, the bra sag defeatedly against the fabric of her shirt, pinned there for a few moments by the swelling flesh of her breasts until that swelling began to sag downward and took the bra with it. That’s when the bra decided it was a good time to make its escape and quietly slipped out from under her shirt and fell to the floor.

This didn’t stop Claudia’s breasts from expanding. If anything, now that they were free from the confining bra, they grew even faster. They were overripe melons, squishy bags of fat that quivered and bounced as they grew. They began to sag further and swing like pendulums as they became marred by stretch marks. They were big bloated pillows but heavy enough to cause an immense amount of unfortunate strain. And they looked like there was nowhere to go but down until they suddenly began to lift again.

This lift was caused by her stomach rising like dough, filling with fat and growing outward into a big pot belly. In an instant her precious abs were gone, replaced by jiggling flab that rolled over the waistband of her pants before pressing on and popping off the button that held them closed. Her belly continued to blow up like a water balloon, billowing out and sagging downward. The fat shook as it grew further. After the button of her pants popped off, it was like a dam had been broken and her belly easily broke the zipper and pushed it down quickly filling with the fat that gushed forward through the gap.

With her chubby hands, she tried to push the fat back in. But there was no slowing it down. The fat overwhelmed her. It oozed through her fingers. The weight of it all made her cry as she went from pushing on it to shaking it furiously in condemnation. Eventually she just let it go because the feeling of the soft buttery blubber was too much for her to bear. And when she let go her blubbery belly bounced and shook like a big plate of jello.

And it still kept growing.

Her previously trim waist grew from a pot belly to a certified gut into a real spare tire. She had a muffin top as her love handles also grew to overwhelm the waistband of her pants, but soon calling it a muffin top would be an understatement as her shelf-like double belly, a mass of quiver flesh, became her body's predominant feature. It outpaced and lifted up her sagging pendulous breasts, and the thick lower roll began to droop down toward her knees. It was a comical display as she still had her toned and slender lower half and slim and beautiful face while the rest of her body was filled with undulating fat. But everything below her previously trim waistline was soon to be blowing up as well.

Claudia’s ass had been perfection. It was perky and heart shaped, plump but toned. It was just thick enough to be considered curvy but not truly fat, and it was all muscle. One could have bounced a quarter off her ass. 

But all that was before the fat got to it. As it filled her cheeks they grew soft with chunk. Those chunky cheeks of hers quickly strained against and then ripped through the back of her pants eliciting a loud fart from her as they did so.

The flatulence was a new wrinkle in things. It was a loud trumpeting burst that sent a wave of noxious odor wafting upward toward her nostrils. Claudia recoiled as she felt a wave of humiliation that came with her lack of control, and as she recoiled a second blast of flatulence broke free, followed by a third. Then there was a fourth fart, and a fifth. She was a puttering machine gun of gas as her once tight ass began to loosen and grow further.

Her chubby caboose grew even fatter and flabbier, and each cheek began to wobble and sag. As the tear in her pants widened further it began to offer less and less support to the blubbery buns covered in cellulite that continued to grow and sag further. They grew like large well worn couch cushions full of soft malleable flesh. As the rip kept widening, Claudia’s chubby hands flew to her broad backside to try and prevent further damage, but it was too late and she was met with the softness of her creamy flesh and the fabric of her now tearing panties.

As she patted around she felt another blast of warm gas against her hand. With her butt continually growing bigger it seemed like each fart grew louder and deep as it had more flesh to resonate off of. The foul smell of her own flatulence was beginning to make her gag, but her attention was soon drawn by the sound of her pants splitting further, this time along the sides.

Claudia’s thighs began to thicken matching her arms in their sausage like quality, but these sausages quickly split the casing of the tight pants that Claudia was wearing. Flesh oozed through the holes and quivered as the fabric by now was so quick to give up against the fat that it was like tearing through wet paper. By now all remnants of structural integrity had been lost and her blubbery thighs had free reign to rip through the last pants seams as they wished. The thickening thighs forced the remains of the pants to dangle loosely against them. It was almost like Claudia was wearing a long skirt at this point, and even that was only holding on her because what was left of the waistband was pinned underneath her blubbery belly fat.

Previously toned thighs became thunder thighs and then tree trunk thighs. Flesh covered in cellulite wobbled and smashed together, pushed together. It was like her thighs were fighting each other as they grew trying to push the other away and rapidly widening her stance. As the fat filled her, Claudia found herself floundering about quite a bit, and she realized as each of her thighs grew to far beyond the size of what her waist used to be, that her graceful steps were now replaced by a slow awkward shuffle with her fat sloshing from side to side and leaving her with a ponderous waddle. 

Claudia had loved her long lean legs. They gave her a model quality strut, to be stuck with a waddle was a new level of nightmare, to be so fat as to be physically limited, slowed down, stopped even when she used to be such a fitness freak, an athlete. This was the greatest thing to suffer to be reduced to feeling like a big fat slug. And the fatness of her legs didn’t even limit itself to her thighs.

The fatness curse hit her in its entirety which included swelling both her ankles and calves until they were one thick unit, true fat girl cankles. Claudia even felt the straps on her sandals pop as her feet fattened and grew thick sausage toes to match her sausage fingers.

Her thick thunder thighs grew chafed and sweaty, and Claudia could tell that there was a funk wafting its way up from between her fat legs that mingled with her constant flatulence.

With all of this growth, there was only one part of her that still remained untouched.

Her beautiful face.

Even as the rest of her grew into an obese blob, even as she grew a blubbery double belly and a flabby bean bag chair ass, even as her neck started to grow thicker, her face had remained unmarred by fat. It remained as slender and angelic as ever. She wanted to keep it that way.

She raised her hands to touch her slender features one more time and say goodbye.

By the time they got there it was always too late.

Claudia’s chubby hands touched her chubby cheeks. Her high cheekbones were hidden by layers of fat. Even her nose had grown fat. Her entire face was now round a spongy with jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin. 

It was like she had lost the last recognizable vestiges of who she was and was now trapped in the body of this obese, flatulent, stranger. As the weight of her immense changes fully settled in her mind, she let out a blood curdling scream and a tremendous, trumpeting fart.

That fart was what woke Claudia up with a start, like a foul smelling alarm clock. 

Claudia jolted awake, let out a quick sigh of relief, and threw off the covers.

Then she screamed again.

Her bed was sticky with foul smelling stale sweat that clung to her massively fat body. She had to peel the bed sheets off her flab which jiggled as she did so. She looked down her fat feet and swollen cankles and screamed again. 

Claudia wanted to bound out of bed, but her massively obese body made that impossible. Her flabby body shook in great undulating waves as she practically fell out of bed and staggered to her fat feet. She was wearing a completely torn nightgown as she waddled toward her full length mirror too stunned to realize how many fast food containers she was kicking out of the way as she to get there.

She stood with disbelief, staring at her unrecognizable, sweaty and gluttonous form, she began to frantically slap and jiggle her massive double belly hoping beyond hope that it wasn’t real. But it was. She could feel the fat pull on her as it wobbled. She could feel the weight of all the blubber in her fat hands.

As she spanked her own fat ass it responded with a trumpeting fart so loud that it shocked and scared her. She yelped and wobbled forward letting loose another pair of smaller ass blasts as she tried to regain her bearing.

By the time all her fat stopped wobbling about and she could catch her breath, she could still see her pendulous breasts quivering as her panicked breaths  kept her chest heaving. She cupped them and they were each the size of bowling balls but soft to the touch. As she lifted them and marveled at both their weight and volume, she was afraid to just let them go lest the sudden tug hurt her back and throw her off balance. Instead she lowered them gently back onto the shelf of her double belly and let them roll off to the side thanks to the forces of gravity. And then she continued her exploration.

 Tears ran down her fat cheeks as her hands just kept finding more and more flesh. Claudia kept exploring her body, running her hands along what was once muscle and letting them sink into soft fat. She held the fat, kneaded the fat, poked, and pinched, and jostled the fat. As it jiggled it was hypnotic, and the more she played with it, the more her mind disassociated.

Eventually she staggered toward the bed, crying as she felt her thighs rub together as she waddled. With a final scream, she raised her fat flabby arms over her head. Her bingo wings flapped about as she shook her chubby fists fruitlessly at the sky and then threw her obese body onto the bed.

And as she fell onto the bed she also fell off of it.

Enwrapped in the bed sheets, her slender body tumbled about on the floor. When she finally emerged from her cocoon, she found that she was just as slim and sexy as ever and let out a tremendous sigh of relief.

Her alarm clock was blaring. It was the start of what was supposed to be a big day, the start of the rest of her life. Time to meet with Reggie.

Claudia cringed at the thought of her dream, but as she thought of all the money should could be making, of the future that could be hers, that should be hers, she let her nightmare fade away into the ether and went to take a nice hot shower and start her day.

As the water ran down her tone soaped up body, she knew her dream was silly. There was no way she could ever turn herself into a big fat pig like Reggie. It was impossible. She had self control, she had a high metabolism if she ever did slip up. She’d always be exactly this hot.

While getting dressed, Claudia admired her perfect reflection in the mirror. Nothing about her was out of place. She ran her hands up and down her well defined abs and blew herself a kiss.

By the time she got to the studio, Reggie was already there waiting for her. He was fatter than she had ever seen him before in her life, and the sight of him almost made Claudia turn around. But she knew this was possibly her last opportunity, and she had to make the most of it. 

When she reached him, Reggie greeted her with a big grin plastered across his big fat face.

“Claudia, long time no see. Let me show you around.”

Reggie reached out his chubby hand, and Claudia looked at it for a long moment. Her stomach turned, but she ignored its warning.

“It was just a dream,” she thought.

“Nothing more.”

As she grabbed his hand and felt its clamminess, she couldn’t help but shiver.

Vote For the Extended Cut I Work on First

Hey!

It's time! The winner of our poll, another very- very- active poll, is "Fit Friend, Fat Friend". It was fairly close, and I think all of the stories might have gotten at least one vote. But "Fit Friend, Fat Friend" is the winner. (As I thought it might be.)

That means it will be joining "Trading Influence" as an Exclusive Cut story that gets released into the wild, and in exchange it will get an Extended Cut version (both extended and with a separate slob cut) that are exclusive to here.

The question now is, which story do you want me to work on first?

Call For Story Suggestions and a Teaser

Hey everybody,

As I mentioned yesterday, I'm looking for story suggestions for next week's Fat Trimming's Volume 24. Since I only did two stories this week when I usually do three, I want to do four stories in volume 24. One of those stories will be the continuation of "Betsy and the Big Man". That leaves room for three stories, more if I catch both ideas and time.

Feel free to pitch away. Stories that I like but end up not using for this one will likely be put toward Volume 25 which I think will likely be another larger edition since 25 is a significant number.

Meanwhile, here's a little teaser of what I've been working on for release later this week, a piece of Chapter 2 of "Bad Influence".

Enjoy!

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Claudia had another big fat nightmare the night before she met with Reggie.

“You’re lucky to have me, Reggie,” Claudia purred as she let her light sweater fall off her shoulder and reveal a bit more skin.

“I mean, just look at me Reggie. Drink it all in,” she teased as she began to gyrate, dancing seductively and lifting her shirt to run her hands along her toned abs.

“I’m everything anyone could want and you know it.”

Claudia turned around and bent forward giving Reggie a clear view of her tight, curvy ass right before she spun back around and jabbed her long, carefully manicured nail into his doughy body.

“And you? You’re a… Fat. Disgusting. Loser. You’re pathetic, Fatty.”

Claudia dropped down and slowly ran her hands along her tone and sexy body from her dainty ankles, up her long lean legs and slim torso until she cupped her pert and perky breasts.

“I’m perfection. I’m going to take this little streaming company you’ve got to the next level and then take it over. This is the beginning of my empire, do you understand that, Fatso?”

She laughed as the gobsmacked Reggie could only stand there drooling in response.

“Good. You’re such a docile fat little puppy. I’ve got you wrapped around my skinny little finger. You’d do anything just to be around my sexy body wouldn’t you, Tubs?”

Claudia tickled Reggie’s thick double chin.

“That’s what I thought, Piggy. You can’t get enough of me, and I can’t blame you.”

As twirled around, she slid her hand up Reggie’s fat face feeling the scruff on his chubby cheek. She teased and dance closer to him until she recoiled in revulsion at the feeling of his bag fat belly pressing against her slender back.

“But you can’t have this, loser. This is a business relationship only. Got it?”

The thoroughly captivated Reggie nodded like he was supposed to.

“Good, Fatty. I’m glad we’re on the same page. God, you really are a total lard ass. But I’ll tell you what. You can touch me just this once, just to shake my hand for this deal. Is that clear, Fatso?”

God, she loved being in control like this, using her perfect slim and sexy body to hypnotize poor saps like Reggie. Even if it meant putting up with his fat ass, she was going to have him take her back to the top. He was her big fat meal ticket, the key to regaining her social media empire and being the star her perfect body and raw charisma meant that she was always supposed to be. 

She tickled Reggie’s soft chest just to toy with him once more and then pushed backward keeping him at a toned arm’s length as she offered her slender hand toward him. He reached out to meet her, and it was quite the sight his chubby sausage fingers with their well chewed nails compared to her slender piano fingers with their well manicured ones. She took her hand with his and gave him a firm handshake. His grip was weak and clammy.

“Gross,” she thought.

And then she felt something else.

It started with an itching sensation in her palm, the slightest bit of irritation like a gnat bite. And then it became a pulse, all in the matter of a thought. She looked at her hand and could see as that pulse continued that her hand began to swell as if she was having some kind of allergic reaction. She wanted to pull it away, but she found herself unable to. Instead, the only thing she could do was watch her hand continue to swell as her slender fingers grew thicker to match Reggie’s fat ones. Her whole hand was getting fat.

"Fat Trimmings" Volume 23

Sorry for a bit of a programming change. I got hit with one of those mid-week "Oh suddenly everything is a work crisis thing" and did not get to write as much as planned. But I did get two stories for "Fat Trimmings" done today, and I thought about just posting them tomorrow, but, since I already missed "Fat Trimmings" for last week, I figured why wait?

I thought I would post the stories now and then get right to work on other things, namely Chapter 2 of "Bad Influence" which I still want to tackle before "Nightmare Pigs" and "Scales of Time".

So here is the next volume of "Fat Trimmings" which will continue with volume 24 next Tuesday. Expect a call for story suggestions as a way of making up for the length on this one. And I hope you will also get a kick out of the fact that one of these stories is both based on a patron suggestion and a sequel to "Buffet Buddies".

Enjoy!

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“Cannonballs and Belly Flops”

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She used to be the kind of person who could do lovely swan dives, she could do twists, flips, anything she wanted. There was a time where all of that was easy and expected.

But that was a long time ago. Now it’s just cannonballs and belly flops, big splashes with her big body.

What a lithe girl she used to be, a stellar collegiate athlete, a diving queen. She put others to shame and loved to do it. Long lean limbs cut through the water like a nice, barely leaving a trailer of bubbles. Silence. That’s what was heard when her body hit the water.

Now people cringe as they hear the weight of her blubbery belly slapping against the water. It sounds like her big fat body is a car crash, a heavy slapping sound like loose chicken cutlet slapping against concrete followed by the sound of water bursting up and exploding outward. Then peels of laughter from the spectators catching the splash.

She’s like a big fat rock plonking into the water. The difference is that rocks are known for being solid, and there’s nothing solid about her. She is a big quivering mass of blubber.

Her arms were once lean and sinewy, like blades cutting through the water. Now they are soft and flabby with blown up bingo wings that billow outward like floatation devices. Where once there were clearly defined biceps and triceps there is now nothing but buttery fat that blends together.

Her legs used to be so lean yet strong, defined muscle made for powerful kicks through the water. Now there is nothing powerful about them. There is only the weakness of soft blubbery tissue that jiggles and the slightest movements, slaps together and quivers like jello, and presses her legs outward reducing her confident stride to an awkward shuffling. She once had all the grace of a swan, and now she waddles like an obese penguin. Those chunky cellulite covered thighs, each as wide as her trim waist used to be, are as full of thunder as her mighty splashes.

Once upon a time she has a slender waist with faint but defined abs. It was the kind of waist she loved to show off in bikinis, the kind of thing she loved to brag about. But now she sports a big blubbery belly hidden away in ill-fitting one pieces, and even then it is a loose sack of fat, a mass of undulating fat obvious to all. It is a perfect symbol of her greed and gluttony and why she makes such amazing belly flops. It is a quivering jelly belly, a gelatinous gut.

Her gut is offset by the fat ass cheeks that billow out from under the back of her swimsuits, chunky cellulite covered cheeks that quiver just like the rest of her. When she moves, they ripple like the water that she plunges into. Even her breasts, once pert and perfect her pendulous water balloons, sagging and covered in stretch marks.

This is just who she is now, no longer the slender one who makes others envious. Nobody is envious of her now. 

They used to love to watch her dive. Now they love to watch her fall.

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“Betsy and the Big Man”

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Bocephus Conroy was b-word fat with a big belly, a barrel chest and a double chin that bounced every time he uttered a word, especially if that word began with b. He was a sweaty mess of a man with greased back hair and a greasier smile, and his all white suit was as contrived as his thick southern drawl.

“Now, Miss bBetsy, I’m just a simple man, a family man, a Gawd fearin’ man. And, b-by Gawd, I cannot understand why you have to use your platform to spread such b-blasphmy ab-bout our b-beloved Thick Burger. We’re just a simple- humble- family owned b-business.”

In complete contrast with Mr. Conroy and at the other end of a long conference table, sat Ms. Betsy Jones. Elizabeth Jone styled herself as an investigative journalist and considered herself something of a pioneer as a newsfluencer, using her strong social media following spread her own often hastily put together reports of issues that she found she could give an easy clickbaity slant to. With Thick Burger it was easy. Food makes people fat. Being fat is bad. Thick Burger is bad. 

“Mr. Conroy, your southern gentleman shtick might work on the masses, but it won’t work on me. I went to college. Thick Burger is a multinational corporation with franchises on six different continents.”

“Now Ms. bBetsy, we can b-both b-be honest with ourselves. We know that our Antarctica franchise is really more of a publicity stunt than anything else.”

“You’re a b-billion dollar b-business, Mr. Conroy,” said Betsy in voice clearly meant to mock Bocephus’ distinct speaking pattern.

“And still family owned and operated, Ms. bBetsy. We are very proud of that,” responded Bocephus with a calm adjustment of his tie.

He gestured to a large painting behind him, a portrait of muscular man standing next to an absolute blob of a woman, a large ball of fat with her fat hands barely able to reach other as they rested on her voluminous belly. She was decorated with a number of medals and champions adorned the walls behind her. The portrait was labeled “Our Founders Shane and Dinah “The All Valley Eating Queen” Conroy.

Betsy recoiled in disgust at the sight of the picture. She couldn’t understand how a woman could let themselves get so fat let alone be proud of it- and have others be proud of it!

Betsy was young and stylish. She was slender with a body that she knew was sexy- not that she would ever stand for someone saying so to her face. She was the kind of prim and proper lady who insisted on the use of Ms. instead of Miss to disguise her youth and present herself as more experienced. She was smart and ambitious, and she hoped this meeting with Bocephus Conroy would give her plenty to use for her next podcast. She didn’t actually expect Bocephus to apologize or admit guilt in any way. She just hoped that she could goad him into being aggressive and slimy enough to give her enough ammo for a quality character assassination

“Are you proud of the fact that Thick Burger is a major contributor to the obesity epidemic that plagues this country and threatens the globe, that you’re responsible for the rise in the variety of ills that come from this epidemic?”

“Now Ms. bBetsy, when my parents, Gawd may they rest in peace- They’re not dead, just retired- When they handed the reigns of this company, they said, ‘bBocephus, our b-ig, b-beautiful, b-bouncy, b-baby b-boy,” they said “son you have got to uphold this company’s values.”

Bocephus pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket and used it to dab some fake tears from his eyes and some real sweat from his forehead.

“And since I took over as President and CEO, I have always strived to remember what this company stands for, what it b-believes in. Good food. A sense of community. And freedom.”

At this point, Bocephus began to walk his way down toward the other end of the table while carrying on the the cadence of a well practiced sermon from an experienced preacher.

“Freedom, each person’s Gawd given right. The freedom to choose how many super thick patties you want between your choice of buns with your choice of toppings on top. Freedom them to choose without limits- except for our limited time promotional products. Freedom, the core value that this fine country was founded on.”

Bocephus held a hand to his heart.

“Now, I know that in times we are a livin’ in, it’s not as cool to love this country. bBut I ask you, Ms. bBetsy. Why do you hate freedom?”

Betsy in response pressed her palms against the table and sat up as straight as she could.

“I hate what your product does to people, Mr. Conroy. I hate the way your advertisements entice innocent victims who then eat themselves into obesity.”

“Well, then tell me, Ms. bBetsy. Have you ever actually tried one of our classic Thick Burgers?”

“Of course not,” Betsy scoffed with a disgusted shake of her head.

“Then how could you possibly tell us we’re b-bad?”

“Because I can see the results. A bunch of fat people.”

“Fat and happy people.”

“How can people be happy if they’re fat? How can they be happy eating your crap?”

Bocephus paused for a moment seemingly genuinely wounded by this particular insult. And then a slow, grin crept across his face as if he had just come to a decision that he was very happy with.

“Ms. bBetsy, I will make a deal with you. If can have just one b-bit of one of our burgers and then put it down, I will personally issue an apology live on the social media streaming platform of your choosing. And Thick Burger will make a strong commitment to creating healthier options. We’ll even add apple slices to the menu.”

Bocephus leaned forward on the table. The wood groaned under his girth as he got closer to Betsy than ever before.

“But I do b-believe that you will not be able to put it down, and when we have successfully converted you to our way of thinking, I am certain you will b-be b-begging my to b-be one of our b-brand ambassadors.”

Betsy, never one to back down, simply sat even straighter in her seat and didn’t let Bocephus see her flinch.

“Mr. Conroy. You’re on.”

Mr. Conroy only had to turn his head and there was already a cart being wheeled in with a tray, and on that tray was the most mouthwatering burger that Betsy had ever laid her eyes on. The smell of it reached her nose long before her fingers could reach it, and as she finally held it in her hands and inspected it closely, her stomach was rumbling despite the fact that she had already eaten a lightly dressed salad for lunch before coming over here.

“I think you’re really going to enjoy this one, Ms. bBetsy. It’s our top seller. This here has two patties with cheese along with b-bacon and avocado. Don’t you worry. That’s the good kind of fat.”

The sensation of the burger hitting her tastebuds was like Betsy had never tasted a burger before. It was like she had never eaten before! She suddenly felt as if her whole life she had been wandering lost until she was given a cool glass of water in a desert of flavor. Even as a little bit of grease ran down her chin, the normally prim and proper young lady didn’t care. She was too busy staring wide eyed in contemplation.

Betsy knew she should put the burger down. She knew all she had to do was put it down and win the day. Hell… she could even sneak into a Thick Burger and order the same thing later on. She just needed to win. She just needed to put it down. She just needed….

To take another bite. And a third. And to let the grease drip down her chin as she took progressively larger bite after bite. She didn’t know when they did it, but at some point, loaded cheese fries were put in front of her, and Betsy began to alternate between them and the piece of heaven called a burger.

“Mmmph this is just mmm so mmph phuup phuu Oh God just mppph sooooo gooooood.”

She was practically drooling as she finished the first burger with a mighty belch and let her nose be led by the wafting scene of a second burger awaiting her on a plate held by Bocephus.

“Now this here burger has onion rings on it and is smother in our signature b-barbecue sauce.”

With trembling hands, Betsy reached forward and clutched the burger.

“Y-you know…. Apple slices and some goat cheese on one of these would actually be a really great combination.”

Bochepus Conroy let out a great big belly laugh as Betsy practically unhinged her jaw to take a huge bite of her second burger.

“Why, Ms. bBetsy, I do declare this to b-be the b-beginning of a b-beaUtiful friendship.”

Big Fat Teasers on Deviant Art

Hello!

I have recently posted Big Fat Teasers 3 on Deviant Art. What that is is basically teasers for the stories on this patreon. Yup. It's a big ol' ad. And if people here who have Deviant Art accounts could go ahead and view it, favorite it, and comment on it, that will push it up DA's algorithim and help me get more views which will translate to more patrons which will translate to me being able to focus on creating even more content.

So if you're able to help me out at all, that would be tremendously helpful. Here's the link to the post: https://www.deviantart.com/bswriter/art/Big-Fat-Teasers-3-The-Fattest-Teasers-Yet-WG-1052588453

Thank you for all your support!

Vote for Which Role Reversal Story is Getting an Extended Cut?

It's time! With volume 7 of "Exclusive Cuts" finally all published in one place, you get to vote on which of the stories will be receiving an extended cut.

(Please read carefully before voting.)

Here is how this will work:

Whichever story you vote for will be released in its original form on Deviant Art after I have released an extended cut here. The purpose of this is to act as a big ad for the patreon while maintaining the exclusivity that patrons like yourselves pay for. This was a direct suggestion by some very supportive patrons.

Whichever story wins this vote will get two new cuts: a regular extended cut and a slob cut in PDF form for those vocal people who really enjoy that content. This should hopefully satisfy everybody. If "Pigs in the Parfumerie" wins I will actually release both an extended cut and a specifically clean cut since the original story is already slob heavy.

Some other important caveats:

You will note that two stories are NOT included in this poll: "Habits Changed. Weight Gained." and "Bathing Suit Swap at Katrina's Closet". That it because "Habits Changed" has already been published on my Deviant Art account and was designed as a celebration of reaching 500 watchers that I also added to this collection. I also plan on doing more stories set in Katrina's Closet/Katrina's Costume Collection which is why that story is not included here.

I am already going to do an extended cut of "Trading Influence". This will be released. If you vote for "Trading Influence" that will ensure that "Trading Influence" is the ONLY extended cut I make. If any other story wins the vote that means that I will make extended cuts of BOTH "Trading Influence" and the winning story.

As a reminder, here is the synopsis of the eligible stories:

“Trading Influence”: Two promising Youtube influencers, one a makeup influencer, one a mukbang star switch spheres of influence.

“Princess to Pig”: A vain and greedy princess gets what’s coming to her when her overfed maidservants take their revenge.

“Stepped Over Step-Sister”: A jealous woman uses a strange device to surpass her vain and successful step-sister.

“Pizza Shop Swap”: A vain woman and the pudgy pizza shop employee that she enjoys tormenting switch more than just their figures.

“Pigs in the Parfumerie aka Beauty Shop Blowup”: Covid Lockdown has varying effects on several ladies who work in a beauty supplies store.

“Fit Friend, Fat Friend”: Two friends switch places in their friend group.

“Buffet Buddies”: Two unlikely best friends, one fit, one fat, experience a change in their figures once the fit one starts to lose control all in a bid to help her fat friend live his dream.

I look forward to seeing your votes and will likely close the poll this weekend.

Enjoy!

"Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts" Volume 7: Role Reversal

Here is the complete collection, volume 7 all in one conveniently downloadable PDF. In total this is nine stories and totals over 18,000 words. That's my largest volume of Exclusive Cuts by far. I'm pretty proud of this collection and hope that you enjoy them all.

This theme was voted on and these stories were suggested by patrons with the exception of "Bathing Suit Swap at Katrina's Closet" which was a piece I did on a whim and "Habits Changed. Weight Gained." which was suggested by one of my Deviant Art watchers in celebration of reaching 500 watchers (I've since gotten to over 700 which is just wild.)

Thanks again for your continued support.

Enjoy!

"Buffet Buddies": An Exclusive Cut

Here's a little late night snack, and by late night snack I mean a story that is a little over 2,000 words long. Honestly, this was a story suggestion that excited me for a number of reasons: I found the conceit to be absolutely bonkers and needed to give it a try. I also loved the idea of having at least one piece in the collection with the classic fat guy gets thin and thin girl gets fat since all of the other stories are just women.

Then I kept putting this one off because something about it just felt daunting, I think because it is so straight forward and not calling for quick transformation which is typically my bread and butter. But when I finally sat down to write it today, it just flew from my fingers, and I'm pretty happy with it. I hope you like it, and I especially hope you like the little twist I threw in at the end.

Enjoy!

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Dinah and Shane were an unlikely pair of best friends. Ever since their moms met, the two of them had likewise become inseparable. They liked all of the same things. They never got tired of hanging out with each other. They even had a tendency to finish each other's sentences.

There were many people who speculated as to why Dinah and Shane never seemed to get together. Were they homosexuals? No. Did they think of each other like brother and sister? Dinah might be tempted to say something like that if she were ever confronted by the issue. But the real answer was as simple as it was big.

Shane was fat.

Shane had been fat his entire life, just like his mom- just like Dinah’s mom. Dinah had grown up surrounded by obesity just like Shane, and whereas Shane embraced his mom’s dietary habits, Dinah spent her whole life running away from it. Becoming as fat as her mom was Dinah’s absolute nightmare, and Shane, while lovely in every other way imaginable, was physically repulsive to her, and the vain Dinah was not afraid to let him know that on occasion. Shane was a lot of fun to hang around with, and she would defend his fat ass to plenty of her equally vain friends, but the idea of being romantically involved with him was never on her mind except when people would taunt her about it. Those people would usually get a swift punch to the nose in return or an incredibly cutting comment paired with an icy stare.

To his credit, Shane knew all of this and never really tried anything. While deep down he had to admit that there were feelings for Dinah beyond friendship, he was never very forward about them. And he didn’t complain about being friendzoned either. Shane wasn’t one of those guys who pined after a woman he couldn’t have while acting like she somehow owed him something purely because he was nice to her. He watched Dinah date a variety of people, some of whom were far nicer than others- and a handful that he genuinely liked. Likewise, Shane also had his fair share of romantic partners, though not as many as the much more traditionally attractive Dinah.

Still, Shane would find himself over the years in times where both he and Dinah were single at the same time, and he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he and Dinah would be happier if they ended up together. He just wished that she would change her perspective on things, and secretly he even wondered how things might be if she was a fatty as well.

He would eventually find out.

Shane had a dream. It wasn’t dating Dinah. That was only at times a passing fancy. His real dream was to own his own restaurant. It wasn’t just that Shane loved eating food. He loved cooking it for himself and for others. It was his truest passion in life. And as he went from job to job in the restaurant industry, Shane’s dream of owning his own place grew. The problem that he kept running into was the same thing over and over again.

He needed the money.

In order to get the money, Shane turned to the other thing he was good at, eating. Shane entered eating contest after eating contest, racking up prizes as he worked his way toward the big one, the All Valley Eating Championship. Shane was an unstoppable eater. He looked like a shoe-in to win the All Valley Eating Championship and take home the grand prize money, enough to open his own restaurant. Things were growing great until Shane ran into a devastating setback.

That devastating setback came in the form of a car accident.

While Shane could have been far worse off than he was, and he did make a full recovery, the results of the initial collision were still bad. Shane broke both his left arm and leg, and either of those he could have handled (though he certainly would have been hindered by going down to one arm for competitions) but what really doomed Shane was the fact that the car accident had broken his jaw in such a way that it needed to be wired shut. It would need to stay that way for at least eight weeks according to his doctor, and with only three months until the All Valley competition, Shane knew he would never be able to get healed and work himself back into competitive shape in time. It was hopeless. There was only one option left that he could think of.

Dinah.

Dinah had a secret, one even Shane wasn’t sure Dinah was aware of. On rare occasions, when she got the right amount of drunk and or stoned, Dinah displayed an incredible appetite. It was the one she was born with finally unleashed. If Dinah could be convinced to let it go and tap into her genetic predisposition for incredible gluttony, she could out eat Shane even without any training. With three months till All Valley? Dinah could be unstoppable.

She wouldn’t do it though. Would she? Could she?

For anyone else it would have been a hard and obvious no.

But this was for Shane, for his dream.

Dinah had spent so much of her life getting whatever she wanted because of her looks, skill and charisma. Everything came easy. Every door was open. For Shane… He was so close to achieving his dream just to see everything crumble right before the finish line. With his jaw in the shape that it was, he might not be able to eat competitively again. She had to do it, for him, for their years of friendship. Deep down she knew she could sacrifice three months for him. She could go whole hog just this once, win the championship and the money for Shane’s restaurant and then get herself back under control. If she ended up packing on a few pounds onto her perfect in the meantime, so be it. She would diet later and be slim and trim in no time. 

A few pounds. That’s what she told herself. She could handle a few pounds.

A few pounds ended up being thirty-five which was quite a large amount to gain in such a relatively short period of time. It was a testament to how hard Dinah had trained. (It was also a testament to her genetic predisposition to obesity, but she pushed that worry out of her head.) By the time Dinah showed up at the All Valley Eating Championship, she had a respectable pot belly and a few small prizes from some local competitions.

Her belly and her prizes were dwarfed by her competition of course, but Dinah wasn’t going to let that scare her. They didn’t have her will, her reason for being here, or her family pedigree. She was made to eat. She was made for All Valley. She had never thought about it before, but it was like her whole life was designed for this moment.

And then she stumbled right out of the gate. 

When it came to eating, Dinah was like a distance runner. She could out eat almost anyone, but she wasn’t built for sprints. In just three months of training she wasn’t able to get her hotdog eating form down the way her much more seasoned competition was, and that meant the timed competition was an absolute disaster.

Luckily for Dinah, the All Valley Eating Championship was not one mere hotdog eating contest. It took place over Memorial Day Weekend and was a three day decathlon of eating events with points scored for each one. The hotdog eating contest put her down but certainly not out. There were plenty of events left, chili, pies, others. The penultimate event was her personal best.

The Buffet.

It was simple. Ninety minutes to eat as much food as possible by weight. It was enough time that she didn’t have to worry about speed. That was a suckers game. Most people ate too much too quickly and got themselves sick and disqualified. Others didn’t pick the right things to focus on. But Dinah was a natural at this. Even when she made mistakes she could make up for it with the sheer amount that she could eat without needing to break.

Plate after plate went down, and a bloated Dinah looked thirteen months pregnant. Her face was covered in the remnants of her feast and she was fading. But she had won. And that put her in second place, close enough in points to take first and the championship purse. All the had to do was win the last competition.

The Midnight Snack.

It was an ice cream sundae eating competition, and the rules were simple. Eat till you give in or give out. Most ice cream consumed wins.

It was a daunting task drowned in whipped cream and syrup.

And she persisted.

Bowl after bowl, scoop after scoop. It was a war of attrition, a contest of wills. At a certain point it became more of a mental game than a physical one to keep herself going with an eye on the prize. With ice cream dripping down her chin, glops of whipped cream in her cleavage and chocolate syrup staining her lips, Dinah pushed herself forward with one thought in mind.

For Shane.

Suddenly the spoon dropped with a clattering, and Dinah looked over to see her last opponent fall from their chair clutching his head from the brain freeze and his massive stomach from the nausea. Dinah couldn’t bare to look down and see just how swollen her own stomach was, but it didn’t matter. It was over. She had won. 

She took a victory drag from a canister of whipped cream as Shane raised her arm in celebration.

Nothing was the same after that.

For one thing, physical therapy led to Shane developing a deep love for working out in the gym, and after a crash diet due to only being able to drink foods for eight weeks, Shane lost a lot of weight and then a lot more (in a more healthy manner) and he managed to keep it off while becoming quite muscular in the meantime. His passion for business also kept him far too busy for snacking, and he ended up with a far better taste tester than himself.

Dinah was done with diets after the All Valley Eating Championship. The competition unlocked her inner gluttony and there was no turning back. She became what she was always meant to be in the end, a massively obese woman just like her mother, in fact far larger. Her vanity was gone, covered in layers and layers of fat and stuffed down by all the food that she feasted on on a regular basis.

With her gloriously gluttonous gut leading the way, Dinah absolutely ballooned in size becoming a blob with rolls upon rolls of fat. Gone was the skinny girl buried beneath flabby flesh with thunder thighs each thicker than her waist had ever been and bulbous beanbag buttcheeks. She was spectacularly fat with three proud chins wobbling as she ate and ate and ate. She was truly an unstoppable force in the competitive eating community, especially once she perfect her hotdog eating form. For five years in a row, Dinah won the All Valley Eating Championship before finally retiring undefeated and untied. By then it was time to focus on other things.

Those other things were her relationship with Shane and the restaurant. After the All Valley Eating Championship, Shane and Dinah finally got together just like everyone had always helped. It did amuse Shane that he had become the toned, traditionally hot one while Dinah had turned into a blimp far larger than he had ever been, and he sometimes teased her about that. But he was madly in love with her no matter her size. And it seemed to him that she seemed to grow as his business did.

The restaurant quickly took off, and Dinah went from being just the accountant who handled the books to being the CFO of a major corporation. Hell, she even named it.

Shane thought the name she came up with was a little on the nose for a burger place that specialized in especially big and juicy patties with lots of toppings. But how could he not indulge her?

Fat and happy wife, happy life.

Right?

Update for the week 5/13

Hey everyone! As you have hopefully seen, "Fit Friend, Fat Friend" has dropped. I am hoping to finish "Buffet Buddies" tonight or tomorrow morning. That will complete Volume 7 of Exclusive Cuts, so you can expect that all compiled and released as a set hopefully by Wednesday if not tomorrow.

If I finish "Buffet Buddies" tomorrow, there is a very good chance that "Fat Trimmings" Volume 23 will be delayed until Wednesday night instead of its usual Fat Tuesday timeslot. You should also expect this edition to really lean into the flash fiction part since I'm pretty burnt from writing almost 18,000 words for Exclusive Cuts. Friday or Saturday should also bring with it the return of "Bad Influence" with Chapter 2 as I want to write something a bit different before I get to the epilogue of "Nightmare Pigs" next week and the next big chapter of "The Scales of Time" the week after. Both of those segments carry a lot of weight with them (pun intended), and I need to try my hand at something else before I put myself under that pressure especially after finishing Exclusive Cuts Volume 7 which has been by far my most ambitious yet.

Additionally, this week I will be releasing Big Fat Teasers 3 on my DA account which will be a big collection of teasers from stories I've been posting here. I'm really hoping it hits pretty big so that even more people will join us here on this Patreon, so when it drops if you could check it out and favorite it, that would be an immense additional support for me without any additional financial support from you.

Thanks.

Also, since you've read this much... here's a teaser for "Buffet Buddies":

Enjoy!

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Dinah and Shane were an unlikely pair of best friends. Ever since their moms met, the two of them had likewise become inseparable. They liked all of the same things. They never got tired of hanging out with each other. They even had a tendency to finish each other's sentences.

There were many people who speculated as to why Dinah and Shane never seemed to get together. Were they homosexuals? No. Did they think of each other like brother and sister? Dinah might be tempted to say something like that if she were ever confronted by the issue. But the real answer was as simple as it was big.

Shane was fat.

Shane had been fat his entire life, just like his mom- just like Dinah’s mom. Dinah had grown up surrounded by obesity just like Shane, and whereas Shane embraced his mom’s dietary habits, Dinah spent her whole life running away from it. Becoming as fat as her mom was Dinah’s absolute nightmare, and Shane, while lovely in every other way imaginable, was physically repulsive to her, and the vain Dinah was not afraid to let him know that on occasion. Shane was a lot of fun to hang around with, and she would defend his fat ass to plenty of her equally vain friends, but the idea of being romantically involved with him was never on her mind except when people would taunt her about it. Those people would usually get a swift punch to the nose in return or an incredibly cutting comment paired with an icy stare.

To his credit, Shane knew all of this and never really tried anything. While deep down he had to admit that there were feelings for Dinah beyond friendship, he was never very forward about them. And he didn’t complain about being friendzoned either. Shane wasn’t one of those guys who pined after a woman he couldn’t have while acting like she somehow owed him something purely because he was nice to her. He watched Dinah date a variety of people, some of whom were far nicer than others- and a handful that he genuinely liked. Likewise, Shane also had his fair share of romantic partners, though not as many as the much more traditionally attractive Dinah.

Still, Shane would find himself over the years in times where both he and Dinah were single at the same time, and he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he and Dinah would be happier if they ended up together. He just wished that she would change her perspective on things, and secretly he even wondered how things might be if she was a fatty as well.

He would eventually find out.

"Fit Friend, Fat Friend": An Exclusive Cut

I'm really happy with how this one turned out. If I may put my finger on the proverbial scale for later on, I think outside of "Trading Influence" this one has the best potential for an extended cut.

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Layla was the fat friend of her group. She knew that. She had grown up just like that. Many people had gotten used to calling her Lard Ass Layla. It was an unfortunate but fitting nickname given the extremely large size of Layla’s blubbery posterior. Hers was an ass that was matched only by her big belly which was a sloppy spare tire that regularly sloshed from side to side as she waddled around, that waddling courtesy of the thick thunder thighs that she was sporting.

For years, Layla was the least popular girl in whatever school she was in. That is until she Samaira. Samaira was a queen, the complete opposite of Layla. She was always considered classically pretty. She was always well liked and popular, and the only thing that stopped her from being a stereotype was the fact that she was also rather nice. Sure, Layla was not immune to criticism from Samaira. And Samaira was full of microaggressions and passive aggressive comments about Layla’s weight or appetite, but for the most part Samaira was Layla’s true best friend, and as such she became part of a friend group of plenty of other people who otherwise would have been very mean to her.

Still, Layla remembered the exact moment she wished things could be at least a little different, a little better.

It was the end of their summer right before the beginning of college, and Sam was throwing one last rager before everyone went their separate ways. Though Layla was going to college with at least one member of their friend group, Jenny, whom Samaira had actually convinced to room with Layla after quite a bit of prodding, Samaira was headed elsewhere, destined to pursue her dreams while networking with a whole new set of people. Everyone knew she would keep in touch and that their close bonds would last forever, but the fact that this was the first time in years that their friend group was going to be going its separate ways added a weight of melancholy to the party.

That meant it had to be the biggest party of all time with all the coolest people.

And that made Layla feel like her fat ass stuck out like a sore thumb. There was a lot of talking at the party, but so much of it seemed to be around her and not at her. People weren’t always mean to her face, but she caught the occasional side comment as she ate BBQ while standing around in a one piece that had definitely fit her better.

Samaira meanwhile… it was all just so effortless for her. When she wanted attention, she got it. She turned heads just by walking past. She never had to wait to say what she wanted to say. She always got her way. This was her world. She was the undisputed queen.

Layla wanted that. She wanted at least a piece of it. She would settle for just feeling like she fit in.

So she made a vow then to change herself, not like super drastically or dangerously, but she was going to take charge of her life, and, with a renewed sense of control and vigor, she would shape herself into exactly what she wanted to be and no longer settle for being the fat friend on the fringe of the popular group.

At the end of the party she hugged Samaira goodbye, and as she did, she felt Sam’s toned body. A wicked little notion popped into her head. She couldn’t help but wish that her and Sam could switch places, that Samaira’s life wouldn’t be so effortlessly perfect and that she would get to experience the struggles of being the fat friend. She pictured Samaira struggling with her weight, popping buttons and splitting pants as she struggled to fit into her jeans. Layla wanted to wrap her arms around Samaira and feel the softness of Sam’s plush belly and thick love handles. She wanted them to switch places completely.

And little did she know that overtime and in its own way her wish would come true.

By the time Thanksgiving rolled around and the whole crew got back together for a Friendsgiving celebration of their own, there were winds of change in the crisp Autumn air. Layla was proud of some early college weight loss. While others may have given in to the freshman fifteen, Layla had stuck to her summer promise and taken control of her habits. It turns out that Jenny was a big help in that regard. The two had grown very close living together that first trimester, and she served as a model and a personal trainer which really helped Layla stay on track with her goals.

Meanwhile, Samaira had clearly taken to partying. Layla couldn’t help but notice the way that Sam filled out her sweater in a new way. And she didn’t mean with her breasts. Sam had definitely grown the start of a noticeable beer belly. It wasn’t huge by any means, and nobody would even call her chubby. It was just that since Sam had been so slim any amount of weight gain was noticeable especially to Layla who couldn’t help but be looking for it. She was especially gleeful when she noted that Samaira took seconds and Friendsgiving and still had room for dessert featuring two slices of pie and a handful of cookies. She chuckled to herself as she caught the side eye that a few friends were giving Samaira over her display of gluttony. Samaira seemed obviously to all of this and even to her own weight gain, and Layla hoped that she would remain so for as long as possible to maximize her gains.

And Sam did remain oblivious for quite a while.

But then summer came.

It wasn’t that Samaira was fat per se. It was just that… well she wasn’t exactly thin either. She was packing quite a few party pounds, especially around the middle. And people didn’t quite know what to say about the now borderline chubby queen bee. This worked out well for Layla because in an effort to avoid talking about how much weight Samaira had gained, they instead doubled down on their talk about how much weight Layla had lost.

Layla had a spectacular Freshman year at college. Not only had she excelled academically, but she had lost an impressive amount of weight, and, while she was still far heavier than Samaira, she couldn’t help but smirk at the direction things were heading in.

It seemed that Sam had picked up some nervous eating habits, and, as she stood around in a bikini that fit her much better the year before with her chunky ass cheeks and freshman beer belly on full display, her nervousness led her to eat a lot which in turn led to a lot more whispering behind Samaira’s back. Layla was certain that Sam had to have heard at least some of this. She had to have known what a spectacle she had turned herself into after gaining a good deal more than the freshman fifteen and going from a hottie with a hard body to a bloated party girl struggling to fit into her bikini while still openly stuffing her face with barbecue. 

How delightfully embarrassing for her.

Layla couldn’t help but revel in the feeling of humiliation that Samaira must have been experiencing. Sam had never had to put up with being embarrassed for a moment in her entire life. She never knew what it felt like, and to know that Sam was now learning the hard way what it was like to not have an absolutely perfect life was thrilling.

Layla also couldn’t help but notice that Samaira was the only one to not compliment her on her weight loss which just made Layla hope that Samaira would gain even more weight. As she gave Samaira a hug goodbye, she was sure to squeeze hard and drink in Samaira’s new softness as she dreamed of more to come.

And sure enough that dream would come true.

It was a hard summer for Samaira. Her father’s business went belly up and Sam found herself in unfamiliar and unsteady financial waters. In order to help offset some of the massive college costs she was experiencing, Sam had to get a job at her local Thick Burger. Because she was new to the job she couldn’t afford to not take holiday shifts which meant that Layla didn’t get to see Sam again until the next summer.

Things can certainly change in a year.

By the time summer rolled around, Samaira’s body was a mess of fat rolls with the biggest being her blubbery belly that rolled over the waistband of her pants. Layla had gotten to spend some personal time really inspecting Samaira’s overflowing figure before their usual pool party get together because the two needed to each get new swimsuits, though they were buying them for radically different reasons.

It was Jenny who first pointed out how similar Samaira and Layla now looked, though in Layla’s case it was a clear compliment. From there people were off to the races. There was a fair bit of cognitive dissonance to sit through for Layla, listening people praise her for her own weight loss and compliment her on her own figure while chastising Samaira and offer words of concern and advice to her even though it was all agreed that she was weighing in at or around Layla’s current weight. (People had the decency to not pull out the scales though Layla was half hoping they would.)

What was different about the two women, even though they were both approximately the same in weight and height was the way in which they carried themselves. Layla carried herself with a new found air of confidence. She dressed herself as a woman who loved her curves and dressed for them. Samaira just looked like someone who had let themselves go. She had a vibe of someone who was traditionally hot and now that she wasn’t she didn’t know what to do with herself. Their weight may have been the same, but everyone could tell that the two were headed in different directions. Everything was positive when it came to Layla, and for all the chastising, words of concern and advice… well, everyone could just tell that things were going to get fatter for Samaira.

And they were right.

The rest of college went the same way as the first two years did. Layla’s weight continued to trend downward, and Samaira just continued her downward spiral. 

Nobody expected Samaira to end up obese. They all thought that surely she would pull herself together. They didn’t think she would ever be thin again. (And without saying it out loud many people certainly hoped that she would never be thin again.) But nobody could have expected Samaira to end up nearly as large as she got.

Layla, meanwhile, never got as slim as Samaira used to be, but she did develop curves that she could own, and her confidence was so high that she learned to instantly command a room. She became the kind of person people paid attention to, the woman who could turn heads.

Samaira turned heads too but it was mostly so people could gawk at her like they were rubbernecking a five car pileup. 

The most perfect example of these came during Layla and Samaira’s five year highschool reunion. Suddenly Layla was the bell of the ball, the talk of the town, the new queen that everyone naturally flocked too. The compliments abounded. The jealousy was real, and Layla loved to soak it all in. She was finally experiencing what she had longed for her entire life. She was finally where she always felt she should be.

Samaira showed up late. This was unfortunate for her because it made for a rather grand and notable entrance that she would have rather avoided. It was an entrance that was further delayed by the fact that people almost didn’t let her in at all when she was so thoroughly unrecognizable. But hey, that’s what nametags are for, so she wouldn’t be able to avoid lack of recognition later on. For Samaira, putting her nametag on felt like putting a ribbon on a prized pig for everyone to see. She immediately wanted to leave, but she had promised too many people in her friend group, Layla included, that she would be there and didn’t want to appear chicken. She would have preferred to just sneak around unnoticed, but at her size that was impossible.

Every head turned to see Samaira’s grand entrance as she came waddling into the auditorium.

The dress was a poor choice. It was a skintight ensemble that had clearly fit her much better several dozen pounds ago. It was overstressed and threatened to burst from all the fat that it was forced to contain. It hugged her like she was one big overstuffed sausage, misshapen from an array of bulges, and it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Every fold was outlined. Every roll was clear. She looked even fatter than she was, and Samaira was morbidly obese.

Sam’s big blubbery belly took center stage wobbling about as a big sack of gelatinous fat, tugging at the fabric of her dress and forcing it to pull upward and reveal even more of her tree trunk like thunder thighs covered in cellulite. They wobbled and slapped together with each movement, and as she shuffled along her fat flabby ass was threatening to slide out the bottom of the dress and expose her cellulite covered ass cheeks as well as her enormous and yet undersized granny panties to the world. 

The gasps were audible as people began to realize who the tremendously fat woman was, the obese hog who had been homecoming and prom queen. Samaira lumbered through the auditorium, and waddled past her friends and directly to the buffet. She couldn’t help herself. Even though Sam had secretly had a large meal at home with the specific intention of not needing to eat in front of people here, the reactions to her appearance peaked her anxiety and forced her toward her most comforting crutch.

Food.

Without a word to anyone else, Samaria loaded her plate with ziti and buffalo wings and breadsticks. She went to town on her feast as people watched her inhale what was on her plate and go back for a second, and then a third. It was during the third plate that people really got bold.

See, Samaira was usually a nice person in high school. But remember how she had a tendency to have passive aggressive comments about Layla? Well, she had that kind of bad habit about a lot of people. And many people tend to take passive aggressive comments rather personally, and when they hold on to those personal grudges for a long period of time, they tend to become rather aggressive in response.

“Look at that pig!” was the first comment Samaira heard that she realized was directly about her.

“Prom Queen to pig!”

“Homecoming queen to hog!”

“She can’t stop eating.”

“She looks like she hasn’t stopped eating for five years.”

People grew even bolder. They began to come up to her and loudly express every personal gripe they had ever had; every mean thing Samaira had ever said was thrown back in her face. They unloaded on her with verbal barbs and physical pokes. Her fat was pinched, prodded and jiggled, and all Sam could do was offer some half hearted apologies mumbled through mouthfuls of pasta and then waddle over to the dessert table.

Layla couldn’t help but feel a sense of schadenfreude as Samaira experienced in just a few minutes all that Layla had experienced for years. Sam was truly stuck now and forever feeling the embarrassment of being the fat friend, and the fact that she was so much fatter than Layla had ever been was icing on the cake.

Eventually, Layla had enough and decidedly to use her newfound popularity to protect her friend from any further embarrassment. She sent all the vultures away and put a comforting arm around Samaira’s fat shoulders offering her some quick diet advice as she led her to a table so that Samaira could continue to comfort herself by eating in peace.

At the end of the night, Samaira thanked her friend with a great big hug. Layla felt every ounce of softness, squeezed as hard as she could to drink in just how fat her friend had become and pressed her now much more toned body against Samaira’s flab so that Sam could see just how much had changed between them.

Even with all the squeezing, Layla was very pleased to know that could not get her arms all the way around her big fat friend.

"Stepped Over Step-Sister": An Exclusive Cut

Two more of these to go after this. "Fit Friend, Fat Friend" and "Buffet Buddies". It's been a lot of fun writing role reversal stories, but I have to be honest, this has been a beast of a collection.

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Georgine hated her step-sister. It wasn’t just that Delaney was everyone’s favorite, or that she was as vain as she was beautiful. It was just that everything just came so easy to her. Delaney excelled at everything. She got whatever she wanted, especially the love and attention of their parents. Georgine had always known Delaney was a daddy’s girl, but she found her stealing her own mother’s affections away, and that was unbearable.

Delaney was the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect everything. Even when she went to college, something Georgine found herself unable to get into, she chose to stay home instead of dorming. This meant that Georgine couldn’t even escape Delaney’s torments. Her step-sister loved to tease and bully Gergine endlessly over her weight, or her intelligence, or any number of other things.

But it appeared that Delaney had made some quick enemies in college, and one day one of them paid Georgine a quick visit.

They had brought Georgine a small device that could allegedly swap DNA and modify genes in others. Georgine was encouraged to try it on her prim and perfect step-sister, and it would prove to have some very weighty consequences.

It started so simply. Delaney suddenly had a proclivity for sweets that she never had before, a craving that seemed small at first but began to grow. Georgine loved to smirk when she caught Delaney sneaking her snacks, clearly ashamed of her new little quirk, her need for a sugar fix. After that came a general increase to her appetite.

Georgine would watch as Delaney started taking larger portions at meals, and then seconds and even thirds and always desserts.Delaney was becoming a greedy little piglet right before Georgine’s eyes, and the eyes of her judgmental parents. They would chastise Delaney constantly, fret over her change in diet, but Delaney just couldn’t help herself. Deep down inside her DNA she was being reprogrammed in such a way that she needed to be a naughty snack sneaking little piggy. The only thing any amount of chastising did was increase Delaney’s anxiety which in turn unlocked her new capabilities as an emotional eater.

And Georgine, ever the good sister, was always there to provide a shoulder to cry on, and more snacks. She loved to watch Delaney eat her way through a bag of fun sized Snickers like a chain smoker going through a carton of cigarettes. One after another they would go down again until the package was gone. Luckily, Georgine always seemed to have another one ready to go whenever Delaney needed it.

Georgine wasn’t eating much junk food herself. She found, thanks to the swapping of key pieces of her DNA with Delaney’s better genes, that she was able to stick to dieting much easier. And when she traded metabolisms with her step-sister, this meant that she had a lot more energy to exercise and that that exercise was a lot more effective. She found herself steadily dropping weight while her previously slim and sexy step-sister was starting to pack on the pounds.

Delaney put on weight so easily that she sailed past chubby and into full fledged fatness in a blink of an eye. It seemed like just when people were starting to notice she was gaining weight and getting on her case about it, it was already too late to truly stop her from ballooning. Delany had been so slim and trim, but thanks to Georgine’s efforts, she became a blubbery butterball.

Her abs became a big fat blubbery belly. It started out causing a bunch of rapid fire rumors that she was pregnant, but those luckily died down quickly as it soon became too soft, sagy, and jiggly to be mistaken for anything other than a greedy gut full from food and fat and not from pregnancy. Some people still enjoyed playing a joke on Delaney where they pretended to think that she was pregnant as an excuse to squeeze her soft squishy belly and then loudly declare that it was all just blubbery as they shook the fat and watched it still bounce around when they let go, shaking like a bowl of jello just out of the mold.

Delaney’s perfectly pert ass became a blubber butt as well, a pair of plush pillows grew soft and saggy and covered in cellulite. She grew the kind of ass that was constantly getting in the way, knocking stuff over and making others uncomfortable when she went to sit down next to them. She was a wide load with a big spongy broken down dump truck ass. It was a good thing that her fat ass made sitting down so comfortable because she was doing more and more of it on a daily basis.

Delaney’s breasts grew slightly bigger as well, something that was inevitable given her large amount of weight gain, but Georgine made sure to keep the good genes for the better breasts, so Delaney’s while growing softer and saggier were still far outpaced by the rest of her growing body. Instead, Delaney developed doughy bingo wings as her arms grew noticeably fat and flabby and far weaker than they used to be.

Thick tree trunk thighs replaced the trim and toned ones that Delaney used to have. These thunder thighs were tubes of fat covered in cellulite that shook with every labored step. They slapped and rubbed together and forced Delaney into a slow and awkward waddle. That seemed to be a theme for Delaney as her genes kept being rewired and the weight kept piling on. She seemed to be finding everything she did to be slow and awkward.

Her pretty face, with her innocent, angelic features became dull and piggish. She grew a fat face with jiggly jowls and a doughy ever present double chin. The puffiness of her face made her look piggish with beady eyes that had lost their confidence. They looked dim and dull, and they were a perfect fit for Delaney, whose intelligence took a real dip thanks to Georgine’s machinations. 

Just like Georgine had planned, Delaney soon found herself too dumb, as well as too fat and lazy for college. To the anger and humiliation of her parents, Delaney dropped out and found herself stuck at home indefinitely even as she inevitably slipped into a slew of menial jobs that she continually found herself too lazy to keep up with. Finally, she found herself working as a janitor and doubling as a cafeteria lady at the high school that she was once the queen bee of, the perfect punishment in Georgine’s eyes.

Georgine went on to be quite successful. She was confident in her curves and made her way to college where she excelled. Her parents were quite proud of her and showered her with press just as they shunned Delaney.

But still, there was a feeling of bitterness that Georgine was left with. Her parents were only so proud of her now that she was successful. They never truly appreciated her before.

Maybe they could use some rewiring too.

"Trading Influence": An Exclusive Cut

Soooo... I'm really happy with this one and already know it's getting an extended cut. I already know where the extra scenes and details are going. This is the longest of volume 7 so far coming in at over 3,000 words.

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The challenge sounded simple enough. Over six months, influencers who were as opposite as possible were supposed to switch content like a wife swap type of deal. For the first three months, influencers would work together, train each other and build familiarity with each other’s audience. Then the next three months they would be dedicated completely to putting out their partner’s type of content. Internet cooks might be doing nothing but unboxing videos. Fashion influencers might try their hand at singing.

Some of these swaps had better results than others, but the goals were to diversify one’s audience, increase reach and influence and, theoretically, build a greater sense of community.

For Addison, a fitness, makeup and general lifestyle influencer, she knew to make an impact she would have to partner with someone the complete opposite of her. Her own brand was so varied, that it really limited her options. While Addison couldn’t sing worth a lick, she knew she didn’t want to go in that direction because those swaps tended not to go well. People who couldn’t sing would get a lot of ironic likes and even hate views at first, but those just weren’t sustainable over months. And she couldn’t cook worth a damn either.

But she could eat.

And that brought her to Juniper, or Jumbo Juni as she was often referred to. Juni was a professional eater, a mukbang influencer. She ate food with a flourish. Sometimes she would eat foods enthusiastically and review things. Sometimes she would do videos where she tried every kind of something. And a lot of times she had videos where all she did was eat as much as she could. Addison had a true distaste for Juni and everything that she did, but she had to admit that this was a perfect opportunity.

Since Addison had also had such a strict focus on diet and exercise, she thought just straight up letting go of her own diet and stuffing her face for the amusement of others would be as opposite as she could possibly think. Addison has gotten plenty of feedback that she came off as vain and cold and too prim and proper to be fun, so this would show people that she could cut loose. Addison had even been accused of fat shaming multiple times in the past. And, while it was true that Addison had a deep prejudice against fat people whom she did enjoy making fun of, she needed to keep her public persona cleaned up, and this would likely help with that.

Addison did briefly have the thought that doing this might end up making her put on a few pounds, but she figured it wouldn’t be anything truly noticeable, and she’d be able to easily work off a few pounds when she was done. It wasn’t like she was going to turn into a complete tub of blubber like Jumbo Juni. She’d never let herself become that much of a pig.

Of course, if Addison had looked more carefully into just how thin Juniper had been before she started mukbanging, she might have reconsidered the whole experiment. Instead, Addison remained blissfully unaware of the true consequences that awaited her.

Addison would soon be waddling down a road from which there would be no return as she took a swerve into life in the fat lane.

The first three months started off easy. It was mostly getting to know each other and then training. Addison taught Juni about fitness and beauty products, things Juni took to- In Addison’s mind- surprisingly quickly and with an equally surprising amount of enthusiasm. Juni taught Addison all about eating, what to eat, how to eat and how to film the best mukbang videos for her new fanbase. Addison did well at this. She knew her way around a shoot, and though she didn’t have nearly the appetite that Juni had to start out, she had a knack for showmanship when she really let herself go for it.

She got a lot of early views from people watching her whole “stereotypical hot girl moans while eating” shtick.

During that first month, Addison only put on five pounds which was hardly noticeable to most people. Still there was a little bit of softness, a slight loss of definition. Addison had spent her whole life being a hardbody, being slim and sexy, trim and toned. So she couldn’t help but notice the subtle changes to how her body looked and more so how she felt. When she started this whole experiment she was a perfectly toned one hundred and twenty pounds. But five pounds was such a small amount. She figured she was being paranoid and didn’t want to worry about it.

Then the next month she put on ten. The month after it was twelve. Suddenly she was topping the scales at 147 pounds. Addison had made a point of weighing herself after she broke the button on her second pair of pants while at the same time splitting them in the back, and she was horrified to see the number.

The amount of content she was producing and the amount of food she was consuming just kept going up as her capacity for eating it increased. And because she was spending so much time filming content for herself or collaborating with Juni and showing her how to lose weight, Addison found herself too tired to find time to go to the gym herself. Even the videos where she was with Juni at the gym had become a strange collaboration where Juniper would workout while Addison stuffed herself with Twinkies or handfuls of cake or other types of junk food.

So Addison was getting soft. She was getting chubby. She was getting close to being downright fat.

After one of their shared videos, Juni could help but reach out a hand and give Addison’s pot belly a playful shake.

“Wow. You’re really getting a pot there huh?”

“Shut up!”

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle getting a little chunky?”

“At least I’m not as fat as you.”

“Yet.”

“What?” 

Juni poked Addison’s stomach.

“You’re turning into a fatty like me, and you’ve got three months of feasting left. Unless you’re too much of a coward and want to quit, tubs.”

Addison cradled her own swollen belly and thought things over as she rolled the spongy fat between her fingers.

“I’m no coward.”

“Great,” said Juni as she gave a playful spank to Addison's chunky cheeks.

“I’m glad you’re not too chicken to film the fried chicken eating  video we planned next.”

Addison, already full from the cake she had just eaten let out a heavy groan before reluctantly following Juniper to go stuff herself some more. Deep down she knew Juni was right. She was going to gain more weight doing this. At 147 pounds and 5’7 she was less than ten pounds away from being officially overweight. And at this point that seemed inevitable.

She was going to be overweight. Addison’s only hope was that it would stop there before things got too out of control.

It would not.

With three months now on her own and fully committed to her new if only temporary lifestyle, Addison did the only thing she could do. She doubled down on her work. With a need for income to keep her going, she produced more mukbang videos than ever before. Now that she was no longer working directly with Juni, she had no more training videos that she could justify doing, so she had to produce more eating focused videos. This meant that her calorie count on shoot days was headed through the roof while the nominal exercise basically stopped completely.

She would try to exercise on occasion, but she was either too tired to seriously do anything, or she found the stuff she was doing to be far more frustrating than she was used to and she gave up.

During this time she began to find herself eating even more when not on camera. One might be tempted to think that on non-shoot days, Addison would choose to eat very little, and if she did eat she would eat only salad. But with Addison’s stomach getting stretched by the mukbang videos, she didn’t just want food. She NEEDED it. And she fell into her cravings. Even though she would swear that she was forever done with whatever it was that she last stuffed herself with, Addison often found herself thinking in terms of a kind of “hair of the dog” approach when it came to her food. If she just had a little bit of junk food she would feel better. And a little bit of junk food became a lot, and a lot became whole binge sessions without her even having her camera rolling.

The first month of shooting on her own brought with it another fourteen pounds. 

The second month brought a lot more anxiety, which led to a lot more stress eating, which led to another sixteen pounds.

At 177 pounds, Addison was aghast. Every part of her was undeniable fat. Her belly was by far the biggest feature, having grown used to being so overstuffed with food that it now seemed to be like a sagging deflated balloon that was routinely inflated and stretched out again for each video. But her blubber belly wasn’t the only thing that was saggy. Every part of her was beginning to sag. This included her breasts which had grown but not nearly as much as the rest of her. Addison had also gotten a fat flabby ass with soft saggy cheeks from sitting so much. It was intolerable to her, and yet she had to soldier on even if that got physically more difficult to do the fatter she got.

And Addison knew she was doomed to get fatter.

She did the math… 177 pounds. 5’7. That put her a little shy of 15 pounds away from obesity. She had already gained 16 pounds this month, more weight each month. Could she really stop herself from gaining 15 pounds?

She didn’t think she could.

So Addison decided to turn into the skid. She figured that if she recorded an admittedly humiliating video of herself weighing herself and then declared that she was going to do one of those fit to fat challenges she could monetize the hell out of her third month, keep her original fans and then get even more as she worked her fat ass back into skinny bitch shape. With that in mind she gave herself permission to really outdo herself when it came to eating. She ate like there was no tomorrow, creating her biggest feasts for the mukbang videos and eating larger meals even on none shoot days. 

She knew she was making herself obese. She just didn’t see any way out of it. She was going to end up getting obese whether she wanted to or not, so she figured she might as well make herself as obese as possible to make her eventual weight loss all the more dramatic when she went from fatty to hottie again, so she needed to feast and fatten.

The result was a whopping twenty-two pound weight gain.

Twenty-two pounds of pure belly blubber.

Twenty-two pounds of soft, buttery fat.

199 pounds.

The number stared back up at her from the scale. It was a difficult number to read both because of it being so humiliatingly high and because Addison had to work to lean over her big fat gut to even see the numbers.

Addison couldn’t believe it. She knew she was going to be gaining more weight. She had willingly accepted her obesity, but somehow she didn’t think she would end up one pound shy of two hundred.

200.

The number terrified her. It felt like a wall she couldn’t let herself break for fear of not being able to turn back. She had hoped that even as a obese fatty she could still lose the weight, but if she was somehow two hundred big fat fatty pounds? Disgusting. She’d give up. She couldn’t, she couldn’t possibly get that fat.

Could she?

The anxiety turned her back to food, and that turned her into desperation mode. She needed to do something crazy to motivate herself.

So she got back in touch with Juni.

Juniper had continued to lose quite a dramatic amount of weight. While nowhere near what Addison was when she was at her skinniest, she was certainly far lighter than Addison was by the time she came waddling back to her to use her as a motivational coach. She was also planning on turning her channel into a beauty, lifestyle and body positivity channel full time. And she was really body positive….

Except when it came to Addison. 

At first, when working with Addison, Juniper tried to keep things positive, especially with collab videos that she put on her own channel. But after a few comments made their way into a video, the two realized that it did far more engagement numbers than anything else. People wanted more.

And Juniper was more than happy to give it to them.

She worked Addison harder all while taunting her relentlessly. And Addison found she still needed to mix things up and do mukbang videos to keep the money steady. She also kept breaking her diet on a regular basis. What did that mean?

It meant that Addison was a yo-yo dieter for several humiliating months, dancing down and back up to 199.

Juniper threw Addison a “piggy party” when she hit the big 2–0-0, complete with an entire sheet cake for her favorite fatty to eat.

Two years later, Addison's weight seemed to stabilize around three hundred and fifty pounds.

350. It was a hard number to read on the scale. In fact, Addison needed Juniper to read it to her, but she knew that this was her life now, her big fat morbidly obese life. 

Her belly was truly enormous now, a stretched out spare tire covered with angry marks from expanding so much, so often and for so long. It was a turgid mass of fat that hung out and over any pants that she was able to somehow squeeze her fat ass into. When it was tight as a massive timpani drum with food, it was a deflated apron of fat that was starting to sag toward her knees. 

Those knees were fat and dimpled as well, a part of a pair of thick wobble legs. She had massive thunder thighs covered in cellulite that forced her to waddle about. They went nicely with her big blubbery ass which completed the fat picture below the waist. Her flabby ass cheeks were also covered with cellulite and were thick and soft like two old pillows that had plenty of give to them.

Back up above what was once her waist before it was completely destroyed by her massive gut and the thick love handles that completed her muffin top, Addison had big surging breasts that rested on the shelf of her belly as blubbery arms with flabby bingo wings and chubby hands with sausage fingers.

Addison’s face was almost unrecognizable with her doughy double chin and fat cheeks. Weirdly, she almost wished her face was fatter so that it would be completely unrecognizable. But it wasn’t to be. When people she knew saw her for the first time in a while, they might not recognize her at first, but eventually it would dawn on them, and then Addison would be greeted with a look that varied. It was always a look of surprise at first and then either disgust, pity or amusement. Usually, it was a combination of the three.

Most of all, Addison hated looking at her face in the mirror and recognizing herself, remembering how slim and sexy and glamorous she was and reminding herself of what she had reduced herself to. While she was no longer gaining tremendous weight every month, Addison knew that surely that number would slowly creep up further as time went by.

The problem was that all Addison could do was make mukbang and humiliation videos. That’s what paid the bills, so she would have to regularly put her big blubbery body on display for the worst people on the internet to laugh at. It’s a shame that Addison never learnt any of the body positivity that Juniper had. If she had been able to let go of her prejudices, she’d probably feel a lot better about what she was doing. Instead she would drag herself past the mirror, and try not to cry as she prepared to stuff herself on camera once again for her “adoring” fans.

She felt like an overstuffed greedy pig who couldn’t stop no matter how much she hated what she had done entirely to herself. She had chosen to go down this road and couldn’t turn back. For her, there was no way to feel slim and sexy and good again. She was stuck living life in the fat lane and the only thing to do was make enough humiliating videos to make enough money to live comfortably. 

So with a stomach that grumbled with both hunger and anxiety, she pressed the record button to start another humiliating day.

“Hey, guys! It’s me, Fatty Addy here with another feast fit for a fat girl like me. Hope you’re ready to watch another hogfest! Today I’m going to be stuffing my big greedy gut with a massive amount of spaghetti and meatballs. Then, I’m going to chase it all down with a big chocolate cake because my big fat piggy ass can’t say no to dessert.”

Fatty Addy shoved both fat hands into the massive bowl and was soon double fisting spaghetti ready to shove both massive handfuls into her mouth. The sauce felt slimy in her hands, and she was both extremely disgusted with herself and extremely hungry and eager to start eating. She found that it was best to just start eating quickly, to get herself into a rhythm and to the point where all she had to think about was the taste of the food and the act of chewing and not how far her life had fallen.

“Oink. Oink. Here I go!”

"Fat Trimmings" Volume 22 - Sequels Galore

Here are four sequels in honor of volume 22. There are two from me, and two based on suggestions from patrons.

Enjoy!

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“Another Bout with the Munchies”

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“The Munchies like to make people fat.

If you know us, then you know that.

We like to fatten those who are lean.

And it’s a bonus for us if they’re mean.

We find the ones who are most proud.

Are the best to turn into a cow.

There are many stories of ours to tell.

Here’s one about a vain woman we helped to swell.”

Maria was a driven woman, a hard working professional who regularly worked to advance her career at the ruthless expense of others. Maria worked in marketing where image was everything, so she was also constantly preening herself in the mirror, making sure her trim, toned and perfect figure was perfectly displayed in whatever outfit she chose to work that day. She was a prim and proper woman who believed in order, an order that she decided on and hated people she believed were beneath her, which was most everyone. And this long list of people included fat people in big bold letters and red ink. Maria thought fat people were lazy and disgusting and could only stand to be around them when she was either using them to further her own goals or outwardly disparaging and demeaning them.

Work was hard on Maria. She was constantly working late and stressing out over important clients and fast approaching deadlines all while trying to make sure she maintained her ambitious career track. It wasn’t enough to be good. She had to excel, to dominate others. With all that stress, making fun of fat people became an outlet for relaxation, a fun bit of sport. This was especially the case when dealing with her fat assistant, Dana.

Doughy Dana was the preferred nickname that Maria had for Dana. Dana was an apple shaped fat girl with a big gut and breasts large enough to make Maria a little jealous which is why Maria regularly kept her insults framed around Dana’s doughy midsection.

“Jelly Belly.” “Blubber Guts.” “Pot Bellied Piggy.” These were just a few of the insults that Maria would sling Dana’s way both to her face and behind her back. Dana never bothered to complain to HR because she knew that Maria was a rising star in the agency, and she hoped that by attaching herself to Maria and putting up with a few insults she would rise herself.

Still, she couldn’t help but wish that someone would take Maria down a peg.

“This is the part of the story where we come in, and Maria’s fattening is about to begin.”

It was a typically long day of work when Maria found the Munchies in her home.

“Looks like work has got you beat. We think you deserve a treat. So why don’t you just take a seat. Rest your head and put up your feet.”

“Yes. Put your feet up and relax. Let us Munchies serve you snacks.”

She couldn’t understand why, but she let the Munchies do it. Maria normally abhorred the idea of snacking, but after such a long tiring day… They were right. She did deserve to be treated right, pampered even. She earned a little snack, just this once.

“But with us, it’s never just one.”

“We’ll fatten you up until we’re done.”

“And thoughts of being thin will cease.”

“Once we’ve made you quite obese.”

For Maria the journey toward obesity began with a single doughnut. And then a second. And a third. She was amazed how quickly she had polished them off. She didn’t even remember eating a fourth one when she looked down and saw the empty box where there was once a half a dozen doughnuts. All that was left were some crumbs she had dropped while gorging herself. Her nimble fingers quickly snatched those up and shoved them into her mouth as well. 

She let out a moan as she licked the powder and glaze from her fingers. 

“There were many more visits like that night.”

“She hardly even put up a fight.”

“Once her appetite grew more brash, her metabolism began to crash.”

“And only one thing can come from that.”

“Maria started getting very fat.”

Maria’s trim tummy gains a convex shape as it bowed outward into a generous and jiggy pot belly. She gained love handles to match and was soon sporting a full on muffin top that bulged out at all sides. Her jiggling belly was a sour point for her, but her late night binging and stress at work led her to working out less and less because of her complete lack of energy. It seemed like whatever energy she did have after work went right into eating.

“Stuff your face. You’re eating right.”

“Let those pants get really tight.”

“We’ll feed you more chocolate, cakes, and pies.”

“And watch the pounds go to your thighs.”

Maria’s thighs did indeed fill out. She used to have lean but athletic thighs, but thanks to the Munchies, she grew saddlebags and then eventually full blown thunder thighs that slapped and pressed together. She used to strut about the office, but the Munchies’ machinations turned her into a waddler. Her pants were like sausage casings, at least the ones that she could still close due to her big, blubbery belly. And the Munchies were far from done with her.

“Have another pretzel, potato chip, or pork rind.”

“We love watching all that junk go straight to your behind.”

Munching with the Munchies led to Maria’s pert butt blowing up into too big blubbery cheeks. They swayed and jiggled and just like her thighs they were covered in cellulite. Her chunky cheeks became pants splitters. She was upset with herself, but it wasn’t like she could suddenly stop eating. The meals with the Munchies had ruined her self-control. So, despite her endless moaning about it, her fat ass kept getting bigger. She missed her tight behind but just couldn’t kick her new junk food addiction. And as her ass grew softer and fatter she grew less inclined to get up off of it.

“Keep on eating whatever’s in reach.”

“Soon you’ll look like a whale stuck on the beach.”

Eventually, Maria’s laziness spread into her worklife. She began to fall behind on deadlines, to run late for meetings (partly because her waddling made it take longer to physically get to places.) And even when she spoke there was a sense of malaise in her voice. She began to get chastised at work which added to her stress, and the Munchies made sure that all that stress drove her to eat even more.

“You want more cake? We knew you would. Eating makes you feel so good.”

“For your clothes, you’ve gotten too big. You’re becoming quite the pig.”

The previously stylish Maria ended up wearing mostly clothes she had thoroughly outgrown and looked ridiculous again or ruddy old sweatpants and anything else that could stretch to accommodate her obese body. She had become a blubbery girl, the kind of woman she would have previously referred to as a hog. When she looked in the mirror and jiggled her jelly belly, a real blubber gut that loved to peek out of her shirts and roll over her pants, she had to admit that she had turned herself into a real pot bellied pig.

“Stop worrying about your figure. Accept your fat. Now that you’ve grown to big there’s no going back.”

“So sit that big butt down and have another snack.”

In the end, Maria’s life was never what she dreamed it would be. Her professional responsibilities were reduced and she was given the choice of being demoted or being outright fired. Desperate to keep whatever job she could (and too lazy to look for another) she accepted becoming Dana’s lowly assistant, and while Dana never really lost much weight, Maria certainly gained enough to make her look thin by comparison. 

“We Munchies were very pleased by the time it came to sing our final verse and take our leave.”

“Once you were a stuck up brat

Now we’ve made you big and fat

You used to be so slim and vain

But now you’ll never be thin again.

And your weight will only grow.

You can’t stop eating, that much we know.

Our job is done. We leave you now.

Enjoy the fat life, you great big cow.”

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“The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Beach”

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The beach was not normally the kind of place Asami liked to go. Being a rather heavy set girl, the beach did not hold fond memories for her. It was usually the kind of place where she felt self-conscious due to a combination of her own insecurities and the judgmental stares of others.

But with the notebook in hand, she suddenly felt a lot more confident. And there was something in the air that made it feel like the beach was really calling her name. And once she got there it didn’t take her long to find someone worthy of changing.

She was a tall and tan beauty with long dark hair. And she was with a short squat woman who didn’t look like a family member but who the raven haired beauty wasn’t treating like a friend. She was just so snide, showing off her body and insulting the other woman.

Asami decided that it would be fun to make the show off one the fat friend, and while she couldn’t make the fat friend thinner, she could certainly make the thin friend far fatter.

“The slim woman with dark hair is going to gain weight until her bikini barely fits her. Everyone will think she just hasn’t realized how much weight she’s gained until just now. She will continue to gain weight over the next six months and always be at least fifty pounds heavier than the other woman she’s with while never losing weight.”

The tanned and toned woman kept her tan, but her tone began to disappear as her abs turned to flab. Her trim tummy began to bulge out into a big bouncing paunch with thick love handles that spilled over the edges of her bikini bottoms. Those same bottoms became greatly taxed by the widening of her hips and the thickening of her thighs.

Those thighs grew suddenly saddlebags and as she strut about still trying to pose, blissfully unaware of the way her new flab was moving, especially as her spongy belly grew bigger and bounced up and down like it was full of jelly. As she swung her widening hips, her growing ass swung along. She had planned to hit her usually with a simple pop of her pert butt, but now her chunky ass bounced quite a bit more than she was used to and almost threw her off balance.

Every bit of her was softer. Her breasts grew soft and saggy and filled her bikini top. They would have been quite distracting if she hadn’t grown such a large dominating pot belly. Although she maintained her tan, her lower half was also clearly covered with cellulite. The original chubby friend, who was in a much more flattering swimsuit, couldn’t help but chuckle at the display that her newly chunky friend was putting on and at the sideways glances she was receiving because of it. 

Seeing that she wasn’t getting the kind of attention she wanted. The newly pudgy porker snorted and looked down at her sunbathing friend.

“I’m bored and hungry. Let’s go get some ice cream.”

“Okay, but you better be careful. You eat too much ice cream and you’re gonna bust out of that suit,” snickered the friend.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ve been gaining weight like crazy. Jeez. I may be kinda hefty, but you’re getting downright FAT.”

“Ugg! Shut up. Now you’re buying the ice cream.”

“Fine with me, blubber butt.”

As the two wandered off to fill their tubby tummies with ice cream, Asami was pleased with the knowledge that the raven haired former beauty queen would soon be waddling about stuffing her fat face with snacks. And Asami was filled with a hunger of her own, the hunger to find more people to punish.

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Janey’s Mom Gets Jiggly

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Janey’s mom, Karen, hated that her fat lazy daughter had to move back in with her. She had once been so proud of Janey, was trying to vicariously relieve her glory days through Janey and loathed the idea of her perfect daughter becoming such a fat lump. It didn’t help that her fat ass friend Tanish kept hanging around the house, loafing about with her cow of a daughter and being a terrible influence.

“You pathetic pigs,” Karen would say as a way of chastising the two of them.

“You used to be so gorgeous, so full of potential, and now you’re just two fat sacks sucking off my generosity. If you’re going to stay here Janey, you better stop being such a pig and start pitching in.”

Well, Janey took at least half of that comment to heart and did start pitching in. While she was saving up to hopefully afford rent, her part time job at her local Thick Burger meant that she did take home enough money to contribute to the food. Of course, fresh fruits and vegetables can be out of one’s budget. But generic brand junk food can be cheap.

Janey made sure the house was stocked with the kinds of junk that her and Tanisha loved to eat. Therefore, junk food became a constant presence in Karen’s life as well.

And well, all those garbage calories had an inevitable effect.

“Look at all this crap you eat. No wonder you’re so fat. You have to be careful with junk like this,” Karen said the day she finally gave in and ate a chocolate bar.

“Indulging every so often is okay, especially if you have a metabolism like mine,” she noted as she stuffed her hand into a bag of potato chips.

“But if you keef p-pigging out like you do, you gon keef geffing fapher,” she mumbled with her mouth full of pretzels.

Karen couldn’t seem to follow her own advice, even after her older metabolism slowed down and the pounds started to pile on. Her long held abs turned to pudge, and her pants became harder to button, stretched at the seams from her chunky ass and thighs, but still she kept chastising.

“You’re destined to be too obese hogs forever,” she’d say as she finished slurping down her milkshake.

“I’m telling you. You’re not going to attract people looking like a heifer who can’t stop stuffing herself,” she warned as she shoved another Twinkie in her mouth.

Janey’s habit became ingrained within her plumping mother. The former bitchy beauty queen grew nice and fat with a big sagging gut that she tried to tuck into her mom jeans and a fat flabby ass that was joined by a thick pair of thunder thighs. She had fought off time for as long as she could, but the extra weight made her look every day of her age, especially once her angular face gave up and became subsumed by fat. She grew jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin and looked every bit a piggish middle aged woman and nothing at all like the kind of vibrant young beauty who used to turn heads and win awards for her looks.

As she grew fatter and fatter, the harsh and now hypocritical words eventually ceased. Karen mellowed as she settled into her life of obesity. And in doing so, her relationship with her daughter grew along with her waistline. Even once Janey moved out and found her own apartment with Tanisha, the two remained close. Janey would regularly visit, and the two would sit on their now crowded couch and stuff their faces with junk as they caught up.

Sure, whenever she was out in public, Karen felt the same kind of judgment she had once passed on other fat people. But she knew she was a fatty forever now, and she had made her peace with that.

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Mermaid or Manatee?

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Veronica used to be a swim star. She used to be one of those vain but accomplished athletes who had earned her vanity through hard work, natural talent, and fantastic beauty. Sure she was mean to others, and she frequently put other people down, but she had earned that too through being superior, and she only berated others to motivate them to becoming better. 

Back in the day she had well defined abs, long and lean but athletic swimmer’s legs, a perfectly perky butt and an angelic face. She looked amazing in bikinis and ball gowns alike. 

She was glamorous. She was a goddess. She was perfection.

And now she was obese and cramming her fat ass into an ill-fitting mermaid costume. 

It was the kind of costume that she would have gladly worn back in her heyday, and indeed she had done so on several occasions. She was quite the fan of showing off her slim and sexy body in any number of skimpy outfits including dressing up like a beautiful mermaid.

Only now she looked and felt like a bloated manatee.

And she couldn’t believe she was about to put all her fat on display for the world to see.

Veronica didn’t want to do it, but she needed the money. Her job at Thick Burger was reliable, but it wasn’t exactly setting the world on fire for her. She could barely afford her lousy apartment and her food bill. (Even with free meals at Thick Burger, her snack budget had gotten extensive.) So when Thick Burger had gotten wind that at one point she had actually achieved some notoriety in the world of swimming, they decided she would be the perfect mermaid mascot for their newest fish sandwich offering. Veronica knew what they were actually counting on.

They were hoping people would line up to gawk at her pathetic downfall. She was getting paid to humiliate herself, and she was going to do it. The people who knew her when she was a skinny bitch wanted to come out and laugh at her fat flabby ass and big blubber belly, and she was going to give it to them.

The stupid mermaid tail that she had to wear made her fat ass look ridiculous. It made her bulbous butt look wide as hell while somehow looking flatter but still clearly monumentally saggy. Her big greedy gut spilled over the waistband of it and was out there for all to see because the only other thing she wore up top was an oversized seashell bra that was still barely enough to keep her pillowy breasts in check. The shape of the tail squished her mammoth thunder thighs together and made her entire lower half look like one huge overstuffed sausage. Her blubber stretched the fabric so much that the sown on scales were parted in place to reveal green fabric so tight that the outlines of her cellulite was clear. She felt like a beached whale as she sat there on the aquarium type display that they setup for her, and it was made worse by the other models that they hired to be with her.

Ashley and Monica were your standard curvy and gorgeous bikini models who looked much more confident in their mermaid costumes, and they loved to tease Veronica throughout the day as they compared their slim bodies to her obese one. They shook her blubber and laughed as they went and got into position.

Once she was there she was given her “fish food”, the new fish sandwiches kindly donated as part of the promotion by customers as part of the promotion, and Veronica had to eat them over and over again in front of the gawking crowd, many of whom she recognized as old friends or people she used to make fun of, as they took pictures and gawked at her blubbery belly getting stretched larger by food.

The only thing that made Veronic smile was when trays of sandwiches were brought out for Ashley and Monica as well. The slim and sexy models were also forced to gorge themselves, and soon they were sporting bloated bellies thanks to their new food babies. What really brought a twinkle in her eye was the way Ashley and Monica began to enthusiastically tear into the Thick Burger fish sandwiches after just one bite. Veronica could see that these mermaids were hooked.

It made her feel better knowing that even if she was stuck doing this humiliating promotion, Ashley and Monica would soon end up looking much more like her.

"Bathing Suit Swap at Katrina's Closet"

What's this? An unannounced Exclusive Cuts title? A third post in one day? Yes to both!

"Fit Friend, Fat Friend" was proving tougher to crack, and I wanted something to write quickly and to get my brain moving. Plus, even though I recently did a role reversal in Katrina's Closet, I knew this one would prove easy and... ya know bikinis, so I went to the well again.

(Oh, and this will also be included in volume 7 of exclusive cuts, 7. I think in teasers and other places I accidentally starting calling that volume 8, but we're not there yet. Anyway...

Enjoy!

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Gwendolyyn was annoyed by Mathilde’s insistence on calling out sick at the last possible moments, but as manager, she knew she was to be counted on to pitch in with full effort and do things herself. This meant less time for research and ritual casting, but Gwen put her vanity projects aside for the moment, rolled up her sleeves, pushed up her glasses, and prepared to get to work.

And the work came soon as a pair of women walked into the store. The two cut a rather intriguing sight to Gwendolyyn. Though they were similar in height and age, both clearly out of college, their weights were anything but. The first woman to walk into the store glided in with confidence. Her body was slim but curvy. She was toned and tanned and athletic. She was the kind of woman who carried herself with the knowledge that her stereotypical beauty gave her power and she loved to use it. The second woman, who entered only after the first had to spend several moments beckoning her to hurry up, was a much rounder, dowdier one. Whereas the first woman had a strut, the second was stuck waddling. She had hips large enough to make getting through the door in one go a bit of an uncertainty.

She did squeeze through though. Admittedly, her blubbery love handles did press against the sides, but they offered very little resistance.

It didn’t take long for Gwendolyyn to get a feel for the situation at hand. The slimmer woman was named Jordan, and the second woman was her harried cousin, Irene. They had a some kind of beachside wedding for their other cousin and were tasked with buying swimsuits for the reception weekend. Apparently the beautiful and put upon Jordan was stuck taking her dowdy cousin shopping as a kind of favor to her aunt who was also her godmother, and if she didn’t do this favor it would be an entire thing.

“So let’s not waste time, piggy. Just find your fat ass a one piece that will barely cover your bulbous body, and let’s be done with it. Then you can go back to a buffet or something and I can see my actual friends instead of hanging out with a disgusting fatso like you.”

Gwendolyyn’s brow furrowed at Jordan’s cruel words. It felt like she had done a role reversal spell trap fairly recently, but… when the magic pulls people in for karmic realignment you don’t question it. Besides, she figured this could be a good warm up for the rest of her day.

“Ladies, why don’t we do something fun, and each of you can choose a suit for the other?”

“Please, like this cow has any kind of taste. She probably wouldn’t even pick out something that fit me.”

“Oh, I assure you. Everything will fit perfectly,” said Gwen with a grin.

So the two ladies went and picked out swimsuits for each other. For Jordan, Irene picked out a simple but elegant black two-piece. Jordan in turn picked out a horrible pink one piece clearly designed to humiliate Irene and highlight her problem areas with a cut out in the middle to showcase her big belly. It was cruel but would soon make for an appropriate punishment.

The two ladies took their swimsuits and went into the changing rooms. Jordan was actually pretty surprised that her cousin Irene had chosen her a swimsuit that looked good and fit well.

She was even more surprised by what came next.

Jordan felt the bikini getting tighter, and she looked down to see that the reason for the new tightness was because her slim waist was widening. Her abs melted into a spongy pot belly that soon filled her panicked hands as they flew to her tubby midsection and tried to push the pudge back into her stomach. The strings tying her bikini together grew tighter as her swelling body pressed against them. 

The next thing she noticed was the way those panicked hands gripping her belly blubber were becoming chubby hands fighting to push against her still growing gut. It was like the fat had jumped from her belly into her hands and then was filling up her arms. Her muscles melted and she grew flabby bingo wings. She was beginning to hyperventilate, and the act of doing so made the soft fat that had replaced her muscles to jiggle.

It also caused her sagging cleavage to quiver. Jordan’s breasts grew in size but diminished in terms of perkiness. They flabbed out and strained against the bikini top which could do nothing to prevent their sag. The flesh of her breasts began to spill out both above and below the cups. Down below, a similar situation was playing out with her bikini bottoms.

Those bottoms could not contain the now chunky cheeks that were continuing to grow. Her ass grew fat and flabby, sagging down out ill-fitting bottoms while also spilling over the top and giving her a clear plumber’s crack. Her cheeks were soft sponges rippled with cellulite, and their swelling did not appear to be stopping anytime soon. Instead they kept growing, her now plump posterior was continuously filling with fat just like her legs.

Those legs were also covered in cellulite as the lean muscle that used to be there went away, covered up by cocoons of fat, flab that slapped and pressed together as she grew saddlebags and then thighs that proceeded from thunder right into tree trunk in nature compete with the requisite matching fat feet and cankles. Even as she staggered backward, Jordan could feel the wider stance which she was forced to take and which she knew would turn her confident strut into an awkward waddle.

Jordan screamed as she caught sight of her reflection, not just because of the immense changes that had already befallen her, but because of the last one she was witnessing. Her face grew fat and nearly unrecognizable as it grew jowls and a doughy double chin. She felt sick and was growing pale with fear- No, not just with fear.

Her entire body was growing pale!

As the fat continued to spread and her body grew heavier it also became drained of her precious tan. Jordan staggered about in shock and practically fell out of the changing room.

When she emerged, Jordan was not wearing the bikini she tried on. Instead, she was in the barely fitting one-piece she had picked out for Irene. Her bulbous belly was poking through the hole cut out of the suit's midsection.

Irene for her part was standing and laughing with Gwendolyyn. She looked slim but curvy, tan and toned and gorgeous in her simple yet elegant black bikini.

Jordan wanted to yell at them both, but she could feel her mind slipping into new memories as Gwendolyyn turned to her with her wide grin on her face.

“Right then. I’ll ring you up.”