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"Fat Trimmings" Volume 33
🕑 Added 2024-07-30 23:27:05 +0000 UTCHey, look. I'm on time with this one. It is a shorter volume so I could focus on the patreon exclusive "Sorority Swells" stories. This volumes contains two stories and a little over two thousand words including the sequel to last week's "Friends Thick and Thin".
Enjoy!
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“Hey, Fatty!”
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I had a dream about a slim and sexy woman, one of those classic beauties with a face that just tells you she loves to make fun of fat people, eyes with a glimmer of arrogance.
And she looked at me and said, “Hey, fatty! It looks like you need to lose weight.”
And I told her exactly what I wanted from here, that I wanted her to understand what exactly it was that she was saying. I wanted her to know what it felt like to be treated so poorly to feel ashamed.
“What are you getting at?” she asked.
“I want you to get fat.”
So she did.
I saw the panic in her eyes as her body began to tremble and expand. It was a pleasure to watch her beautiful face grow rounder, plumper, full of fatty tissue that completely obscured the previously prominent cheekbones. Her face became fat with jowls that jiggled and chin that softened and then grew a partner, a doughy double chin that wobbled as she pleaded with me to make things stop.
But there was no stopping this. She had done this to herself with her casual cruelty. This is what she deserved, and if she couldn’t see the beauty of being fat, that was her own fault not mine. If she wasn’t so blinded by her own vanity and prejudice, this whole thing could have been as pleasant for her as it was for me.
Instead all she could do was sob and squeal as her face got fatter. That previously cute upturned nose that she used to possess just made her look more piggish as her chubby cheeks also made her eyes look beady.
Her neck grew thicker. Her shoulders grew fatter, and so did her arms. Those arms which were once so delicate now became bloated with fat, turning into hilariously flabby bingo wings that jiggled as she continued to panic. I watched as she held her fat arms in front of her, noticed her chubby hands and her thick sausage fingers and then shook her arms violently to watch them wobble and observe the damage that had been done.
But that damage was far from over.
The fat began to fill her breasts next, making them surge and quiver and overflow the cups of the bra she was wearing. They grew heavy and sagged and bounced, and they were quickly marred by stretch marks as they continued to grow bigger and heavier.
Her abs vanished next. Her midsection blew up, swelling into a big pot belly with matching love handles to form a generous muffin top and then growing from there. Her belly surged forward no matter how much she tried to stop it. All that did was make the fat ooze between her fingers as she tried to push it back into her body. It was as if trying to push the fat back in just made it fight back harder. Her stomach began to push out farther and faster, getting heavier until it was too much to hold onto and she had no choice but to let it go. It wobbled and bounced, jiggling for a long time in a rather hypnotic fashion before it settled, hanging down low, and sack of what that sagged like an apron over her overtaxed panties.
I turned her around so that I could see those panties get strained even further.
Her ass grew huge. The chunky cheeks filled with blubber, swelling with fat and stretching the fabric of the panties until they could be contained no more, and the panties tore away, blowing off her body and leaving her blubbery butt cheeks to bounce freely. They were heavy and wobbled with great force. They were covered with cellulite and shook and slapped down on her thighs.
And those thighs rose to meet her, growing extremely thick. They also became covered in cellulite just like her fat ass. Previously toned thighs, athletic thighs, were now thunder thighs that made her look incredibly lazy. The fact that her feet grew fat and her calves and ankles merged into cankles added to the picture.
In the end she looked like someone who was a lifelong couch potato, a true fat girl in every sense of the word. She would feel exactly what it is like to treat people the way she treated others, and I would get her started.
I reached forward and squeezed the lower roll of her double belly. The fat rolled between my fingers as I looked at her in the beady eyes.
“Hey, fatty. It looks like you need to lose some weight.”
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“Friends Thin and Thicker
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Mariah couldn’t believe she let herself be talked into this. She had actually agreed to meet with Betsy and Jade after she had sworn to be rid of those fat asses forever. But damn it, Tessa had been so insistent on having a peace meeting in her apartment, and it had been over six months since the cafe, and she hadn’t even seen Tessa in that timeframe. If anything she felt like she had to go since Tessa hadn’t been publishing any real new meaningful content in the last four months either. Mariah knew she probably should have been checking in more aggressively and earlier, but honestly she had been feeling rather off recently.
She had been feeling especially off for the last two or three weeks. Mariah had gotten a new sponsor, a protein supplement brand named NitroProFeulX, and she was still adjusting to it and fitting it into her routine. Perhaps she had been enjoying the surprisingly delicious protein shakes a bit too much and often, and it had led to a little paunch that Mariah was now sporting which she was not happy with.
Still, that paunch was nothing compared to the sight that greeted her as she entered Tessa apartment, a far messier abode than she had remembered- something that should have been her first sign of trouble.
“Betsy?”
The couch creaked as Betsy pushed herself off of it. She was a truly immense woman with a large low hanging gut that leaned heavily on her tree trunk like thunder thighs. Behind her, Betsy was toting an ass so big that Mariah could see the sides of it from the front. Mariah watched every part of Betsy’s fat body shake as Betsy lumbered toward her. She was a massive woman, a real hambeast, and Mariah was doubly certain she wanted nothing to do with her former friend anymore.
“Jeez, Betsy. You really are a blob.”
“It’s nice to see you too. We’ve been waiting to talk to you.”
Mariah turned and saw Tessa approaching.
“Oh no.”
Tessa had gotten fat too. It looked like she had spent the entirety of six months doing nothing but eating. The amount of weight she had put on in such a short amount of time was astounding to Mariah, and the amount she would have thought was impossible. She had gone from a slim and sexy influencer to a big fat slob.
And where was Jade?
Mariah suddenly felt Jade’s big blubbery belly bump into her. Caught off guard by the fat girl’s surprising amount of agility, Mariah was completely blindsided as the big sack of fat slapped into her. She staggered to the side, still off balance when Tessa stepped forward and threw Mariah with a belly bump in the other direction. As the two fatties charged each other like walruses on the shore, Mariah found herself comically bouncing from belly to belly, their figures too wide and their flesh too spongy to let her roll off and escape.
Soon, Mariah was trapped. She was stuck being the meat in a fat girl sandwich, bound by blubber as the two fat girls grabbed each other by their chubby hands and sausage fingers and held Mariah in place.
“What the hell is this? What are you fat pigs doing? Let me go.”
Mariah struggled against the fat pinning her in place, but it was no use. All she could do was watch as Betsy pulled something wrapped in foil out of the greasy bag.
“We will, Mariah. We will, but you’re going to hear us out first. Trust me. This is for your own good.”
As Betsy sauntered over to Mariah, as best as her fat legs would allow her to saunter, she began to slowly unwrap the tinfoil to reveal the large Thick Burger burger underneath.
“You’ve always been so proud of being thin, more than just proud, you’ve been vain, conceited. It’s okay. We get it. We all were. But there’s a better life, Mariah. There’s a better future for you if you just learn how to indulge.”
Betsy raised the burger and held it temptingly close to Mariah’s lips.
“We just want to help you do that, to help you learn how to live with yourself, a new you, a better you, a bigger you. And it all starts with this.”
Mariah could smell the burger, and her brain had to admit that it smelt delicious, incredibly delicious, like something she just had to try. But she knew she had to fight against that notion.
“What’s in the burger huh? Some kind of addictive additive? You’re gonna drug me? Hypnotize me? Use some kind of magic spell?”
“M… magic? What? No. It’s just a really good burger. We just want you to try it.”
“Try the burger?”
“Yeah. We’re not trying to stuff you or anything. You’re just so unreasonable and mean we figured we’d have to lean on you a bit.”
“This is more than a bit. This is quite a lot of leaning.”
“Okay. If they stop squishing you, will you try the burger?”
“Just one bite?”
“Just one bite.”
“And then you’ll stop bugging me about it?”
“Forever and ever. I promise. But I bet you won’t be able to put it down after just one bite.”
“Okay. You’re on. But if I can take a bite and put it down, you all have to go on diets with my help. I'm going to whip your fat butts back into shape.”
“Deal.”
Mariah sunk her teeth in for a small little nibble on the burger, perfectly content with cheating and taking the smallest bite possible and putting the burger right down.
But then the taste of that greasy ground beef hit her tongue, and she couldn’t help herself. On instinct she opened her mouth wider and got a much fuller second bite, a perfect bite where everything was there, the brioche buns, burger, tomato, lettuce, onions, both cheddar and Swiss cheeses, barbecue sauce and avocado. Oh the avocado! As her teeth sunk into the full burger and popped the juice of the tomato, it combined with the grease of the burger, the tang of the sauce, the crunch of the lettuce and onions, and the the creaminess of the cheese and avocado to create the absolute perfect bite, a pop of heaven.
Her third bite was even bigger. This wasn’t just food. This was something else. This was a blind person suddenly being able to see.
“Dish ish increbubble,” she mumbled with her mouth full of her fourth bite of burger.
It wasn’t long before the whole thing was gone and Mariah was sitting down with her grease and sauce stained hands resting on her slightly bloated belly as Betsy fed her a few fries, fries that- in Betsy’s food induced euphoric haze- she ate without questions, allowing the salt to dance pleasantly on her tongue.
“See? We knew you’d come around to our way of thinking.”
“I’m not joining your cult.”
“Thick Burger’s not a cult. It’s just a family owned and operated business that gives its customers the freedom of near unlimited choices, and all those choices involve incredible food.”
“Besides, you’ve already been endorsing one of their products.”
“What?”
“The NitroProFuelX, that’s from Thick Burger’s latest subsidiary. Looks like you can’t get enough of it. It’s how you’ve gotten this cute little belly.”
Betsy ran her finger along the underside of Mariah’s small belly and little jiggled it.
“And now that you’ve had the burger, it’s time to admit it. You’re one of us.”
It was strange, but as Betsy fed her another handful of fries, Mariah couldn’t help but smile.
