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"Pizza Shop Swap": An Exclusive Cut
🕑 Added 2024-05-05 13:30:01 +0000 UTCHere is the latest story I've written for volume 8 of "Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts", stories only for patreon as voted on and suggested by you.
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Karin was a curvy goddess who ruled over a gaggled of slim and sexy friends. They were all vain and vapid hangers on, but Karin loved the power that came with being the queen bee of their group.
And she loved directing her drones to use their stingers.
Karin's favorite target was a woman who worked at the local pizza shop named Bonnie or Bonnie the Bovine as Karin loved to call her. Bonnie was a butterball of a woman, a fat girl who Karin loved to torment. She would poke her, oink at her and of course greet her with a loud spirited moo.
She loved watching Bonnie waddle over to them for the hundredth time forced to put up with their pettiness for a paycheck.
“Hello there, Bonnie the Bovine. Or should I say moooooooo?”
The other ladies laughed as Bonnie was stuck standing there with tears behind her eyes and a pasted on her big fat pizza face.
“Can I take your order?”
Before Karin could give her usual order for a salad with dressing on the side, everything went fuzzy. She blinked and found herself standing behind the counter wearing a uniform much like Bonnie had been. And when she looked around neither Bonnie nor her friends were there. There was nobody there whatsoever.
There was only the food.
Karin suddenly felt a pain in her stomach. Was she sick? Or was she just….
Hungry?
Karin looked down at the tray full of fresh hot garlic knots that were sitting right in front of her. They were glistening with oil, and the pungent smell of garlic, basil and oregano filled her nostrils. She felt almost like one of those cartoon characters being pulled by the scent and floating over to the tray. Her mouth was watering and her stomach rumbled even louder the closer she got to the savory morsels that awaited her.
Without even realizing it, her mouth was already full of one and two more were in each of her hands. From that moment on, she went to town. The garlic knots went down one after another as she tore into the doughy delights like a rabid animal. The oil ran down her chin as her teeth sank into garlic knot after garlic knot. The texture, crunchy and then immediately doughy with the perfect chew, the flavor- so savory- it was all phenomenal, and yet she was eating them so fast that all of it seemed to blend together. The act of eating became more mechanical, and before Karin knew it, she had polished off the entire tray.
And after somehow eating the entire tray of doughy garlic knots, Karin looked down and found herself with a doughy belly to match.
Her abs had become a bulging gut that strained the buttons of her uniform shirt. In fact, several of them had popped open allowing a roll of fat to spill out. She fondled her fat with her fingers and found that it was like kneading raw pizza dough. It was a spongy texture, and as she recoiled from it, it bounced up and down for a few moments and then sprung back into place.
Karin had to get out of here. She needed to get to the gym. Or a doctor! The gym and then the doctor! But she felt the same rumble as before, and this time her hunger pointed her in the direction of a big tray of spaghetti and meatballs.
She didn’t even bother with a spoon.
Instead her hand dug into the spaghetti and was soon shoveling it into her mouth without care to where the sauce would go, and, as a result, she ended up wearing a lot of it. She slurped the spaghetti down, spraying sauce out in front of her like a snake spitting venom, and then she took to the large meatballs two fists at a time.
When she was done with feasting on spaghetti and meatballs, Karin found that she had expanded further. Not only had her belly grown larger, fatter and yet not taut as one might expected from someone who had just finished stuffing herself silly- it maintained its turgid sagginess- but she found that even more of her had grown. As she looked at her sauce covered hands, she found she was staring at chubby fingers, and those chubby, messy mitts were attached to chubby arms, soft limbs with the start of distinct bingo wings.
And before she could do anything else, reflecting on the state of her arms brought a rumble to her tummy and her attention to a large platter of buffalo wings.
Soon the sauce from the wings joined the stains on her hands and cheeks as she tore into the delicious chicken, moaning as she did so. The moan caught Karin off guard and made her want to stop, but it was like she was no longer in charge of her chubby hands, and she kept greedily sucking down wing after wing after wing. She didn’t know how she did it. She couldn’t have possibly done it, and yet here she was eating like there was no tomorrow. She sucked every bone completely clean until there was nothing but naked bones remaining with the remnants of her feast being the sauce on her face and hands and the small bits of chicken that had fallen into her cleavage.
That cleavage had grown. Karin could feel it in her back. Her big breasts were now bloated and saggy, and, although she couldn’t see the stretch marks, she knew they were there. She had pillowy breasts that would have been impressive if her globular gut had not grown to out pace them. She was the epitome of gluttony now with a gut that was a tremendous spare tire grown outward and threatening to sag down toward her knees. Karin knew she had to stop. Things were already out of hand.
But then her chubby hands started moving toward the pizzas.
So many kinds of pizza:
Regular pizza, white pizza, pizza with sausage, pizza with bacon, pizza with barbecue chicken, buffalo chicken, there was even pizza with ham and pineapple on it, and Karin went to town on them all. She didn’t know how many slices. She didn’t know how many pies. She didn’t know how she did it. She just knew that she mowed down slice after slice going down the line and back like she was some kind of pizza eating typewriter. It was an endless pizza buffet and the results of her incredibly binging were clear.
By the time she finished eating she was no longer walking up and down the line of pizzas. She was waddling. Karin’s toned athletic thighs had become tubes of fat, thick thunder thighs that slapped and rubbed together threatening to burn holes in her unflattering uniform slacks from all the chafing. Her saddlebags were stretching the seams. Like the stretch marks on her breasts, Karin couldn't see it, but she knew that her flabby legs were coated in cellulite, and she knew that that cellulite extended to her ass as well.
Her ass had blown up into two beanbag cushions of well marbled fat. She had a tremendous, wobbly blubber butt with titanic cheeks of chunk that jiggled and sway at the slightest movement and swung independently of each other like they had minds of their own. She felt like an absolute whale, and as she caught her reflection in the stainless steel pizza oven, she wanted to scream.
She was the perfect picture of a pizza eating pig, someone who had spent their entire life eating themselves into obesity. She was a round ball of fat, a flabby blob. Even her face had thick jowls that made her eyes look beady, and her nose seemed to be somehow fatter and more piggish. She had a big flashing neon sign of a double chin. The smattering of acne on her oily skin gave her an appropriate pizza faced quality.
Karin’s uniform was complete now with an apron and everything, and her hands and cheeks were now mostly clean as she turned back to the table where her friends were waiting.
They were all a little fatter. Not fat per say, certainly not nearly as fat as her, but they had starter bellies and slight double chins when they laughed.
And Karin could tell they were laughing at her.
“Oink oink,” they snorted as a chorus as Karin waddled over to them.
She could tell as she approached their seats that they were all a little thicker in the thighs and their butts must have been plumper and softer. All of them had definitely gained some weight… almost all of them.
At the head of the table and Bonnie the Bovine, but she was now just as curvy and toned as Karin used to be. She was clearly the ruler of these social inferiors, lording her status over them. Bonnie turned to look at her with a big, knowing grin on her face.
“Hello there, Karin the Cow. Or should I say mooooooooooooo?”
The chorus of laughter that followed made Karin go flush with humiliation and then red with anger. She wanted to give them all a piece of her mind, but she could only think of one thing to say as her reality reset itself and her past life only became something to revisit in her dreams and nightmares.
“Can I take your order?”
