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"Fat Trimmings" Volume 29
🕑 Added 2024-07-02 17:09:47 +0000 UTCHere are four more fat fiction pieces.
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“The Big 100”
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One hundred pounds. She had gained one hundred pounds, packed on one hundred pounds. How could she have ended up like this? How could she let herself end up like this?
Gaining one hundred pounds doesn’t just happen. It’s not this magical occurrence where you go to bed slim and wake up extremely obese.
Obese.
She really had to sit and think about that word, mostly because standing is not exactly the easiest thing to do when you’re carrying an extra hundred pounds of blubber. And the word still floored her. She wasn’t just fat. She was obese, and she had been obese for a while now. She remembered how much she dreaded checking her BMI and realizing for the first time that she was officially overweight. That seemed like a threshold moment, and turning point. She knew then that she needed to get things under control or they were going to get completely out of hand and quickly and…
Well, the results were pretty clear. Two hundred and twenty pounds. That was the number that was looking back up at her from the scale, one hundred pounds heavier than her starting weight. And she was lucky she could even see it over her fat dome of a belly. It took quite a lot of squeezing and squishing to manipulate her body enough to see the numbers without messing with the measurement. But there they were, big bright red numbers right next to her big fat feet.
She remembered when she broke two hundred pounds. She almost had a breakdown. When she got to two hundred pounds, that’s when she knew that getting to two twenty, and gaining one hundred pounds overall, was inevitable. She tried to slow it down as best she could, but she just couldn’t help herself. Food was too good. Exercise was too hard. That’s how she ended up in this mess in the first place.
Eating had become a pleasure, then a trap. She used to think she had the metabolism to eat whatever she wanted, and she did for a while. But then she just wanted to much, and that metabolism cracked, and once it cracked the weight just started piling on like crazy. She used to be so slim, society’s stereotypical standard for sexy. She used to love to flaunt it too. Now she didn’t dare flaunt her flab, but it just seemed to end up happening. That’s part of the many problems of gaining weight so fast, you outgrow a lot of clothes, and when you outgrow clothes quickly, you tend to outgrow them in a rather explosive fashion.
Pants frequently had their buttons popped and their backsides blasted open by the expanding nature of her belly and butt. She even ripped the seams of dresses that she had once enjoyed many glamorous evenings in. That was a real blow to her pride, to see all the designer outfits she had destroyed and had to throw away replaced by sweatpants and stretchy leggings. It made her feel like such a slob, such a lazy loser to not even be able to squeeze her fat ass into a pair of jeans and feel good in them. Of course, all of the lounging around she did in sweatpants feeling lazy just made working out that much more difficult which led to that many more pounds and then-
One hundred pounds.
It was a heavy number on her tongue just like it was a heavy weight around the rest of her body. And the shame of it all is that she could have been enjoying herself. She could have embraced the body positivity movement, and she probably would have if she hadn’t spent so many years being anti-body positivity. When she was slim and sexy she loved to make other people feel less than her. She looked at fat people with disgust and loved to make sure they knew that. Fatties were her favorite target, their big butts were often the butt of her jokes. Whenever she had the chance, she would poke fun at them- and sometimes even poke their actual fat. She would take and share rude pictures, leave rude comments, and do any number of things at any time to make it clear that she thought fat people were lesser beings who deserved to be ridiculed and humiliated for their gluttony and laziness.
Then she became a fat person.
And unfortunately that fatphobia was internalized. That meant that all of her cruel commentary was now pointed inward which just depressed her and in turn made her eat even more. Ironically, if she hadn’t been so fatphobic she probably wouldn’t have ended up getting as fat. She might have even ended up at a manageable weight, a place where she could cut back, lose the weight and be thin again.
But there was no going back now.
She had accepted that.
Deep down, she knew she was stuck as a fatty forever as she cradled her great big blubbery belly in her chubby hands. Her slender hands used to run up and down her sexy abs. No more. Just blubber. Just fat. Just a big juciy roll of flab that made itself known no matter what she wore. It wasn’t a belly. It was a gut, a sign of her greed. She had eaten herself fat, turned her food baby permanent and worked it into a roly poly spare tire. She shook it furiously, turning her gut into undulating waves of fat. She let it go and watched as it shook a bit more and then finally settled as a lazy hanging sack of fat. Then she pinched the thick love handles that completed her meaty muffin top and let out a heavy sigh.
As she sighed, her hefty breasts bounced and swung. They had no perkiness to them left, just fat and stretch marks. They had grown to be heavy and a real strain on her fat back, but they hadn’t grown nearly as much as her big belly or her fat ass.
That ass of hers was now a shelf of fat prone to knocking into things and knocking things over. It was the same with her wider hips. She was a tremendously thick girl now with the thunder thighs to prove it and the awkward waddling shuffle that went with being so fat. Even her feet had grown fat enough to force her out of her nicer shoes.
To her, it was all awful. Her body was something that she recognized as her own but she didn’t want it. She would frequently play with her fat and taunt herself, and when the people she knew turned their backs on her, or worse made a point of regularly humiliating her, she told herself she deserved it.
She was everything she had made fun of before. She was gluttonous. She was lazy. She was fat.
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“Fiona the Feedee”
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Fiona couldn’t tell you why she decided to become a feedee. Up until that moment in her life she had had everything going for her. She was a beauty queen, literally, she had won numerous competitions. She had a successful career going as a model. People loved her. They feared her too because she was gorgeous and powerful, and she wielded her vanity as a weapon. She loved to show off her beauty and loved to be petty and catty and taunt and tease anyone that she felt was beneath her.
And then one day it was like she had an awakening. An awakening that came, ironically, in a dream.
In that dream she was posed in a beautiful green bikini, lounging on a golden throne with a feast set out before her. Her loyal servants, all deliciously plump, began to bring her food. First she would take it and eat it herself, but eventually she began to order her servants to feed her.
Her servants were very good at their jobs.
The feast was delicious as it was endless, and as she ate so she grew. Fiona grew fatter and fatter, her belly blew up like a balloon, her flabby ass raised her from the throne as her chunky cheeks replaced the cushions with their own billowy fat. Her hips and thighs grew thick enough and wide enough to pin her to the throne with her love handles spilling over the armrests. Her arms became pillows of fat, her face grew round and her chins multiplied, and her breasts grew to be positively titanic.
And through it all she kept eating.
And through it all she kept being worshiped.
She loved it all, the worship, the indulgence, the food, the fat.
She needed it to be real.
From that day forward, Fiona began to eat like it was her job. She sought out every possible opportunity to stuff herself which certainly got her some strange looks from her vain friends, but she didn’t give a crap about any of that. She was too focused on truly enjoying her meals for the first time. And then it became not even about just enjoying the food. It was about enjoying the act of eating. It was about the thrill of indulgence and the naughtiness that came with letting go.
Whenever her friends asked her if she really needed a cupcake, she had two. If they questioned why she was getting seconds, she was sure to have thirds. Every meal out with friends included at least one appetizer along with her meal, and there was always room for dessert. If her friends ordered something for the table to share, Fiona would get one of her own, eat it and all and then still eat most of the shared plate. She was a true glutton.
And that gluttony began to show.
Just like in her dream, Fiona’s fabulous abs turned to flab, blubber that she loved to play with, to pinch and knead and jiggle. She grew a great big pot belly that soon turned into a gluttonous gut that rolled into her fat lap. That lap was created by the thick thunder thighs that replaced her previously athletic ones. Her thunder thighs pressed together when she sat, then when she walked, then they became so big that she was forced to waddle about. What a thrilling sensation that was. It was almost as thrilling as the sensation of feeling her fat ass cheeks flap and smack the backs of her thunder thighs.
Fiona’s ass had truly ballooned. It felt like it had its own gravity with its knack for knocking things over. Her ass grew out like a shelf until it was so big that it had no choice but to sag down, and that’s when the thigh slapping happened. Fiona loved it. She loved every inch of flab. She loved every stretch mark and hint of cellulite. She loved it all.
And she needed it to be loved by others.
So along with finding numerous suitors on a variety of feedee centric dating sites, she also set herself up as a fat fetish model. It was something she would have been so disgusted by when she was thinner, but now she needed it. It was a great way to both get the attention she craved and make the money she needed to pay her bills and then some. She became a wildly successful fat fetish model, and it was a dream come true.
Fiona was able to have her cake and eat it too.
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“The Fattening Fairy Ring”
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Gemma had all the luck in the world. She was gorgeous (and vain), she was popular (even if she had a bit of a mean streak), and she had a great job with lots of room for career advancement (which she had gotten and would get by stepping all over other people). Yes, Gemma had it all, looks, friends, money and power. She lived a very charmed life.
Until the day she fell into a circle of mushrooms.
See, Gemma was an active woman. It’s part of what kept her in such great shape (along with a very specific dietary regime and a gifted metabolism for the rare cheat days). So on weekends, especially early in the morning, it was not odd for Gemma to get out into the woods near her house (which had far more rooms than she needed and not even a dog to share it with) and go hiking, taking in the beautiful scenery and pleasant breeze through her luscious hair. It was exhilarating and made her feel alive, especially when she found new places to explore.
And that’s how she found herself falling into a circle of mushrooms.
She had just broken into a clearly and was watching a little bird flying away when she didn’t notice the rock that caught her foot and sent her into the circle. As her pert butt hit the ground and now completely surrounded by the mushrooms, she realized that suddenly everything seemed different. The world was brighter. The mushrooms were bigger.
Then there was the laughter.
“We got another!”
“Yay another one!”
The tiny fairies called out in their stereotypically high pitched and annoying voices.
“Let’s fatten her up!”
“Wait. What?”
Gemma called out to the open air and the response she received in return was the sight of a bunch of previously invisible fairies becoming visible while carrying trays of pastries.
“Give here the fairy cakes!”
“And the fairy cookies!”
“And the fairy Baklava!”
“I don’t eat swee-”
Before she could even finish her sentence, Gemma found a fairy cake shoved into her mouth. It was light and delicious and extremely fattening.
And it was followed by a second. And a third.
Gemma quickly lost count as she found herself being magically compelled to keep opening her mouth and eating what was fed to her. If anything, she became much more concerned with all the results that the constant eating was causing.
Her hands flew in panic to her trim waistline which was quickly becoming far less trim. Her precious abs (which she was so annoyingly proud of to the point of constantly showing them off) went bye bye. They were quickly gone and replaced with a big fat belly, a big fat belly that kept ballooning, filling up with fat while staying impressively tight and round. Those hands tried to push it back down, but there was nothing that could be done. Instead, she just watched in horror as not only did her gut keep inflating (the skin even sounded like a balloon as it magically stretched) and her slender hands became chubby as well. Hell, those hands were more than just chubby. They were downright fat. Each finger inflated like little balloons stretching like when a clown blows up a balloon to turn them into a big fat balloon dog.
The fat didn’t stop in her tummy and hands. It spread throughout her arms turning them into pillows of fat, big flabby bingo wings replaced her biceps. And the fat filled her ass and thighs as well, turning her from a proud athlete to someone who looked like a lifelong couch potato in a matter of minutes. And as the food just kept coming, Gemma just kept growing.
Her fattened body grew fatter in every way. Her stomach surged further forward and nearly pushed her onto her back as it filled her fat lap. That lap grew fatter as her hips and thighs stretched out. They became like tree trunks but far squishy and pooled out with fat as she fat on the ground. That seat on the ground grew higher as her ass inflated further. Her breasts also blew up like balloons of fat. The fat filled her and stretched her in every direction until she had grown so heavy that she couldn’t fight against gravity anymore. Once her belly grew enough to push her back far enough, her big bloated breasts took over and finished the job send her fat back to the grass and pinning her there, all while she kept getting fed and kept getting fatter.
Soon Gemma was a big fat useless blob, and the fairies couldn’t be happier.
“She’s ready!”
“Hail to our new queen!”
“To GemmaBlob the Corpulent Queen!”
“Hooray! Hooray! A big fat hooray!”
And then the fairies began to roll the fatty away and further into their magic forest. All the while, Gemma had just one thought.
Being a queen, even a fat immoble one, couldn’t be that bad. Right?
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“Back to Fat Camp”
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Brad and Marlena were fatties now. They knew that. They had been fit, slim and sexy hotties, popular personal trainers who were vain and mean as hell, and thanks to the gluttony that Thick Burger had unleashed in them, they were now exactly the kind of people they used to make fun of. They were fat and lazy, greedy, gluttonous and slobbish. They were what their thinner selves would have referred to themselves as pigs back when they were thinner.
The two piggies had gotten so plump while stuffing themselves as fat camp counselors, and now that they had lost their jobs as personal trainers due to turning themselves from hard bodies into obese slobs and were now fatter than a lot of their clients they ended up spending most of the year stuck working for the company that had inadvertently (at least in their minds) made them fat in the first place, Thick Burger.
And Thick Burger made them fatter.
They told themselves that they were going to change, that they were going to get their lives and diets back on track. But Brad and Marlena were truly lazy now, and the fact that the long hours they needed to work at Thick Burger to make enough money to pay their bills (including their food bills even outside of the free meals they got from Thick Burger) meant that they barely got in any gym time. And the gym time that they did get was wasted because their once prominent and now atrophied muscles made the little work that they did so sweaty and tiring that they ended up giving up completely. From that point on the empty food containers and dirty dishes piled up and the pounds packed on.
Their bloated bellies featured big bellies, blubber butts and bouncy breasts (yes even for Brad who now sported a big set of man titties where his chiseled pecs once were). They had thunder thighs, and the two hotties who used to love to run were now fatties who were forced to waddle. And come the next summer they had one last life line.
Going back to fat camp.
This time they had the humiliation of being former counselors. And any returning campers who had known them as such were sure to give them plenty of shit about it.
“Hey, look who became the pigs they used to make fun of.”
“Yeah, you’re stuck on the other side with us fatties now, aren’t you?”
“And you’re fatter than a lot of us too!”
“Oink. Oink.”
The only good thing that they had going for them was that they were not the only former counselors turned campers (which meant they weren’t the only ones taking shit), but they were certainly the fattest (which meant they took the most of it).
And then there was the camp itself. The thing is, they were still lazy, and they still knew how to sneak into the counselors mess, and there were plenty of their former colleagues and their former campers who thought it was hilarious to watch the fit counselors turned fat campers get even fatter. So the two were supplied plenty of contraband as they also slacked on their workouts and as a result they were barely losing weight and by the end of the session they had in fact each gained approximately ten pounds.
All the while, the campers around them lost weight (even as many of the counselors gained it), and they were definitely the fattest people at camp. In the end, they were nothing but big fat failures. With their heads hung low and their double chins fully inflated, they waddled off into the sunset.
And then they waddled back to work at Thick Burger.
