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"Sam the Ham Ponders Her Piggishness"
🕑 Added 2024-07-13 16:36:30 +0000 UTCWanted to do a little warm up today, and it turned into this. a spinoff of "Fit Friend, Fat Friend" focused on Samaira's point of view. It's slightly over 1,000 words.
Enjoy!
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Samaira knew she had pretty privilege. She knew she could get away with things and people would give her stuff just because she was pretty. Samaira knew that she had a fun and easy life ahead of her, and she enjoyed it.
She also enjoyed having so many friends, friends of all kinds who could be admirers as needed and make her feel better about herself in the rare instances that even her, Miss Perfect, felt a little down. That’s exactly why she kept Layla around.
Samaira liked Layla. She was friends with Layla, but the problem with Layla was that she was fat, and Samaira could only really tolerate fat people so much. Layla was a good soul, a kind person with a lot of loyalty who was definitely grateful to be around Samaira and her group of hot friends. It was good to have a fat friend in the group, someone who made everyone else look even hotter by comparison and someone people could enjoy gently teasing, or really being catty about behind her back. Yes. It was the perfect set up, and Samaira knew it was all going to continue to be perfect.
Life was always going to be easy.
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Life was hard. And Samaira responded to that difficulty by getting fat. The pounds piled on over the years in ways that she never thought would be possible.
It was small at first, a few party pounds. She heard the vultures already starting to whisper behind her back, but she wasn’t going to let that get to her. She was certain that she could lose it quickly. Her abs weren’t gone forever. They had just gone on vacation. Samaira didn’t realize that that would be a permanent one.
But she just couldn’t stop her gut from growing. As her life got more difficult, food became more comforting, and the pounds kept piling on. She tried to diet. She really did, but she just couldn’t help herself. The painfully privileged girl wasn’t used to being denied things, certainly not by herself, so restraint was not her strong suit and no diet was stuck to for very long.
Her gut filled her hands and grew as she continued to stuff herself until it was a tight round drum. Samaira felt disgusting, she felt fat and lazy and gross. She knew she was becoming the kind of girl she would have made fun of, and she wanted to turn back, but the food was too much to resist, and after a while she basically just gave up.
Samaira hated the way her once toned thighs started to touch, and the way they kept getting fatter and touch more was maddening. She had been so proud of the way she could strut like a model and turn everyone’s attention toward her. Now she felt like a waddling pig who turned people away in disgust. And she couldn’t blame them.
They used to love to check out her ass, but now that ass was also a chunky mess just like the rest of her. It was a flabby mess with blubbery cheeks that made her miss her perfect, perky heart-shaped butt. Her hands had a habit of groping her chunky cheeks, feeling the adipose squish between her fingers. They were like two fat sponges, and just like sponges as the fat piled on it was absorbed heavily into those growing cheeks.
There was something strange about it. Even though everyone chastised her. Even though she knew she was supposed to get her life and figure back on track, Samaira found it so much easier to just let go. She decided that this was what she deserved. As humiliating as it was, and as much as she hated the rude comments she was getting, all of it made her eat more and grow fatter, and there was this tiny part of herself that was thrilled by her own perceived ruination. It was a thrill that lived inside her as a tiny ember that burned with every bite of greasy food and every judgmental comment and stare.
And Layla would be the one to turn that ember into a roaring flame.
That’s what brought Samaira to her knees, literally and figuratively. Layla was the fit friend now. Samaira wasn’t just her fat friend. She was more than that. She was Sam the Ham, her loyal pig. She gave it all up in a quest to get fatter. It was humiliating to have her fat squeezed and played with, to be constantly reminded of how hot she used to be and how vain she was and how mean she could be. But it was also incredibly arousing, to have her belly squeezed, her thighs pinched, her as spanked.
And to stuff herself. Samaira loved to stuff herself. She loved to feast, and loved even more to be hand fed by Layla. She stuffed her face regularly with deli meats, pasta, cakes and pies and cookies and ice cream. If it was junk food, it found its way into Samaira’s continually growing stomach. Sam the Ham would eat what she was told to eat and then beg for even more. She needed to feel full, and with her gut and appetite growing by the day, that got harder and harder to do, and her feasts became more and more elaborate along with the performances that Layla would have Samaira perform for her.
She was a hungry and obedient hog, and it was a relief to leave her old life behind and just become a full-time pet. She now had nothing to worry about but eating and getting fatter. Sometimes Layla would take videos and pictures of Samaira and her activities for the internet as a way to make additional income. And of course, Samaira was brought around to show off in front of her other friends, now serving as the fat one to make fun of and make everyone else look even hotter in comparison. Samaira was very proud of this. She knew Layla loved it and she loved Layla. She wanted to please her.
She wanted to be nothing more than a fat and happy pet piggy.
