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"Fat Trimmings" Volume 18
🕑 Added 2024-04-10 00:53:08 +0000 UTCSo, I didn't plan on writing over 5,000 words for this, but here we are.
Enjoy.
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“A Little Case of the Munchies”
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Everyone knows the Munchies. But nobody wants to really KNOW the Munchies personally. Because to really know the Munchies means to get fat.
Really really fat.
“And we sure do love that.”
“Making people fat is tons of fun.”
“And in this story we’ve got two for one.”
“It may be quick, but it’s quite the tale.”
“How we turned these hotties into whales.”
Kayla and Brad were personal trainers who enjoyed showing off and taunting their overweight clients far more than they cared about actually being helpful.
“They were mean, and we don’t like that. So we decided to make them fat. Grow their bellies and thicken their thighs, turn them into what they despise.”
“Leave them winded. Make them gassed from having to carry around a big fat ass. Something wicked this way comes when it's time for us Munchies to have our fun.”
Kayla and Brad were your stereotypical hotties with hardbodies. Kayla was by no means a body builder, but she did have a strong amount of muscle that added to her glorious curves. She was what people would refer to as slim thick. She was built, but not bulky, but she also had thighs that looked like they could crack a watermelon or your head while you were between them. She loved to wear outfits that showed off her rock hard abs, and her height and musculature gave her an intimidating presence and a confident strut wherever she walked. Kayla had buns of steel too, the kind of curvy ass you could bounce a quarter off of.
“She turned heads with her butt and abs, so we decided to turn them into flab.”
Brad was what many people would refer to as an adonis. He was tall and handsome, a real pretty boy with muscular pecs that taped into a toned waist with a glorious six pack that Brad was immensely proud of. He was an incredibly fit and strong man who loved posing and flexing and generally using his muscles to intimidate others. Brad had a real alpha male energy and loved to strut his stuff.
“He was overconfident with muscles so big, so we decided to turn him into a pig.”
It started simple enough, as it always does. Kayla and Brad found a gallon of ice cream in their fridge that neither of them remembered buying. It was a big tub of chocolate peanut butter ice cream with brownie bites and chocolate fudge chunks in it, an incredibly decadent dessert and the exact kind of thing neither of them would ever indulge in. And yet…. They just couldn’t shake this feeling, like a voice in the back of their heads.
“You’re so thin, proper and neat. You deserve a day to cheat. Go ahead and grab two spoons, you can get back to your diet soon. But for now, give up and give in. Take that tub of ice cream out for a spin.”
And like Adam and Eve, Brad and Kayla eventually gave into temptation and dug into the ice cream with gusto. Before they knew it, it was all gone, and yet in its place were two more gallons they once again had no memory of purchasing along with a box of doughnuts.
“We brought them cookies and chips as snacks.”
“Knowing soon there’d be no turning back.”
The two fit and arrogant personal trainers had let the Munchies in, and once the Munchies start working on you, they can be impossible to get rid of.
“We went to work, and we love our job. We turn vain bitches into blobs.”
It just felt so easy to let their diets slip, and once that happened they lost complete track of what it was they were eating, and thanks to the Munchies what they were eating was a little bit of everything that soon turned into a whole lot of everything. When the food first started showing up, Kayla and Brad each thought the other one bought it. Then eventually they just stopped questioning it all together.
“Obliviousness is always best when we first put your appetites to the test.”
“Don’t ask questions. We don’t like that when we’re trying to make you fat. Just eat what we bring. Don’t think of it.”
“Until your pants no longer fit.”
And it didn’t take long for their pants to stop fitting. Kayla and Brad had their precious hardbodies soften due to all the extra calories the Munchies had them indulging in. And all of the late night binging left them tired and lethargic the next day which meant that they began to slack on their workouts. This led to their figures plumping even fatter even faster.
Kayla’s breasts grew which was a boon to her at first until they started to sag from the soft fat that was starting to fill them, then they just became the cause of new back pain which was a pain in her rapidly softening ass.
For Brad, the softening of his pectoral muscles was a more immediate concern. After his stomach started to bulge, his barrel chest began to sag, and this made for a rather unflattering look.
“First we turned his abs to flab and did a number on his chest. We Munchies love to feed our victims. We always do our best. And soon vain Brad had trouble finding shirts that fit. He found himself popping buttons with his belly and his brand new tits.”
Kayla’s abs softened just like Brad of course. She too grew a jiggly pot belly. Her hips widened and her pert ass grew fat and flabby. The Munchies kept hard at their work and made Kayla and Brad get more and more out of shape. Once Kayla got caught eating doughnuts on the job, that was the end of the line for her at work. Brad was fired soon after when his fat ass split a pair of previously baggy shorts right in front of a client.
And once they were stuck at home living off unemployment, the Munchies knew they really had their victims in their gray and grubby claws. When the Munchies know they have you completely, they finally make themselves known. And you know that you’re really done for once the Munchies start to sing. Kayla and Brad were powerless to resist the Munchies’ siren song.
“You know us. We’re called the Munchies.
We feed you things soft, sweet and crunchy.
We give you so much food to eat
That soon your bellies block your feet.
Give up. Give in. It’s far too late
Just accept, fat is your fate.
Don’t look at us with that frown
Just open wide, time to chow down.”
“Here’s some pizza. Here’s some fries.
Here’s some more meat on your thighs.
Growing fat, you’ve got big guts
And flabby, wobbling blubber butts.
You once were thin, but that’s no more
And we’ve got so much still in store.
So come and eat what’s on your plate
As you become just what you hate.”
“Stuff your face. You’ve grown so big.
We have turned you into pigs.
You need more food. You don’t care how
Which is why you’re both now cows.
Eat your slop. It slides right down
And helps your grow nice and round
All this food sure is yummy,
Making for some plush new tummies.”
“Don’t try to leave. Sit on your rump.
We won’t settle for you plump.
We want your butts stuck in your chairs
As you live out your nightmare
When we leave grow fatter still
Now that we’ve broken your will.
But our work will never cease
Until you’re both hopelessly obese.”
And that’s exactly what happened. Thanks to the Munchies and their insidious influence, Kayla and Brad became fatter than anyone ever could have imagined. They went from being incredibly fit individuals to big blubbery blobs, morbid obese slobs. For a while when they were still going out they felt the scorn of their still fit friends. Their downfall was the talk of the town, and people got a great chuckle out of just how fat they had gotten.
“Their bloated bodies made them feel quite low.”
“Especially once their friends starting making fun of them for letting themselves go.”
“And yet we knew they still had room to grow.”
“Except in their pants. Those were about to blow.”
By the time the Munchies were done with them, Kayla and Brad had gone from active vain hotties to obese shut-ins, slobs wallowing in their filthy pigsty of an apartment and government assistance, and the occasional visit from the Munchies, just to get by.
Kayla and Brad were eventually trapped by their endless flab, great round ponderous bellies that hung out underneath any shirts they tried to wear, big saggy stretch marked tits for the both of them, and fat flabby asses that got stuck in whatever chairs they didn’t break.
They’ve gotten so wide that each of their ass cheeks needed its own chair. They are pathetically weak individuals with insatiable appetites constantly hungry for more. They are greedy gluttons who still stuff themselves like pigs, Kayla and Brad have grown fat enough to be unrecognizable with their life of fitness far behind them.
“It must be easy to be so mean
When you’re sitting behind a screen
New stories start when one is done
And we Munchies will have our fun
And the lesson you must learn
For it has since become your turn”
“Eat the junk you know you want to.
Soon your muscles will turn to goo
And there’s nothing much that you can do
Now that the Munchies have come for you.”
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“Sized Up”
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Alana was a brat, a straight up bitch in heels who wielded daddy’s credit card like a weapon. Fresh out of college and full of the confidence that comes from having a young, smoking hot body and all of her rich father’s money at her disposal, Alana knew that the world was her oyster as she strutted her way through the mall for another spree of spending.
She loved the way she felt her tight but curvy body draw stares from men and woman alike. She could sense their salivating, their desire, their jealousy. It was ambrosia to this young goddess, this cruel vixen. She loved to let them stare and leave them wanting more.
And Alana had plenty for them to stare at. In a bright pink maxi dress that hugged her curves, she cut quite the figure. The fabric pulled taut around her tiny waist and taught ass. She loved people looking at her perfect heart shaped ass. Her plush but perky rear, when paired with her slim middle and the breasts that were paid for by her family, gave Alana the perfect hourglass figure. She worked it as she worked her way through the mall looking for a place to let loose and spend her father’s money.
Katrina’s Closet.
“Hmmm.”
That was a new place to be sure. It seemed like some kind of small boutique store that Alana had somehow never been to before, and she felt herself strangely drawn to it, as if there was some sort of string pulling at her, reeling her in. As she got to the door she bumped into a large older woman whose flabby love handles almost sent Alana flying upon collision.
“Watch where you’re going, you fugly cow.”
“I’m sorry.”
“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.”
The fat older woman was a sad middle aged lady named Eleanor, who was a tired old spinster who was certain her best days (which hadn’t even been that good) were behind. She was a kindly woman who volunteered at her local animal shelter when she wasn’t working as a nurse, and on a rare day that she decided to treat herself, she too felt herself drawn to Katrina’s Closet.
Having accidentally knocked Alana out of the way, Eleanor was free to enter the store first where she was greeted by a rather chubby gothic looking saleswoman.
“Hello there, ma’am. How can I help you?”
“Excuse you!” shouted Alana as she barged into the store.
“I was here first, and I demand to be served first.”
“Miss, if you’ll just wait one mo-”
“I will not wait. Who are you?”
“Mathilde.”
“Listen, Matilda.”
“Thil.”
“What?”
“Thil. Mathilde, not Matilda.”
“I don’t care. I’m a very important person. Very rich. Ready to spend. You need me here. So waddle your fat ass away from here and fetch me your manager.”
“Yeah. You know what? I don’t need to deal with this shit.” Mathilde said before turning back to Eleanor.
“Ma’am. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but if you wait in one of our dressing rooms, I’ll be able to serve you in a few moments.”
Eleanor simply smiled and nodded and waddled off to the nearest dressing room while Mathilde waddled off to get her manager, Gwendolyyn. Gwen looked like a ray of sunshine compared to Mathilde’s gothic vibe.
“Can I help you, miss?”
“Yes.” Alana barked.
“Who are you?”
“Gwendolyyn.”
“Gwendolynn.”
“Line. Not Lin.”
“I don’t care. I demand to be served and not by your little piggy salesgirl.”
Gwendolyyn adjusted her glasses on her nose.
“Of course, miss.” Gwen said as she smiled through gritted teeth.
“Just go ahead and wait in the next available dressing room, and I’ll personally make some selections.”
Alana twirled around without another word and strutted toward the dressing room.
Gwendolyyn flagged down Mathilde.
“Let’s get them both the dress.”
“Oh, we haven’t done that in a while.”
“Yes. And I think it’s the perfect time to give it another spin.”
“You got it boss.”
Two minutes later, Mathilde was handing Eleanor a slinky bright red gown with a high collar.
“Oh, this can’t possibly fit me,” Eleanor blushed.
“Don’t worry ma’am. It’s one size fits all,” Mathilde winked.
Next door, Gwendolyyn handed Alana the identical dress.
“I have to admit. This is pretty stunning. I suppose you have some modicum of taste.”
“Thank you. I’m sure you’ll find it very fitting.”
As soon as Gwendolyyn left the changing room, Alana stripped off her clothes, took a moment to admire her perfectly sculpted body in the mirror, blew herself a kiss, and then slipped on the dress.
It fit perfectly, hugged her figure just like Alana imagined it would and made her look distinctly glamorous.
And then it started to get tight.
Alana barely noticed it at first, just a little bit of straining in this hips area, but then when her flat tummy started to swell, Alana’s eyes lit up with concern. Suddenly, she looked as if she was three months pregnant with the dress pulled tight against her bulging stomach. Somehow, Alana was both horrified and relieved when she put her hands to her stomach and found it not to be a solid drum to but be a squishy sponge of-
“Fat?! No no no no no. Fat? That can’t be. That can’t….”
She began to sweat as she kneaded her stomach fat. She squeezed the fat, slapped the fat, shook, poked and prodded the fat. It was this completely alien substance that both terrified and fascinated her as she continued to examine and experiment with its softness in disbelief. But as she continued to bounce, pinch, and jiggle the fat gathering around her waist, she came to two terrible realizations: this turgid fat bulging from her middle did indeed belong to her, and it was getting bigger!
Even as she squeezed it the flesh kept coming, and her bulging potbelly continued to blossom despite her best efforts to push the blubber back into her body. Any sign of tightness in her middle was quickly gone as her waist continued to expand, bowing outward with a pair of thick love handles that strained the sides of the dress until-
Riiiiiiiipppppp
Alana could hear the two small tears first before she saw the flabby flesh oozing through the holes. She screamed in vain as her body continued to expand, rapidly filling with fat. Her previously tapered waist was now a big barrel of fat, and a broken one at that with the fat spilling out of the tears in the dress, tears that were certain to get bigger as she continued to get fatter.
And that fat didn’t just limit itself to her midsection.
The fat began to spread widening her hips further and swelling her thighs. She felt her thighs getting chunky and pressing together as the fat filled them like tubes of flabby flesh. Her thighs strained the dress further and she cringed as she heard the tears in the dress continue to widen stitch by stitch while the pounds piled on.
She felt her ass getting fatter, wider, becoming a jiggling mess that eventually caused another split down the back of the dress as it grew like a shelf of fat. Her prized possession swelled in her hands. She could feel the immense weight of each of her expanding ass cheeks. Both swelled like basketballs but grew soft like heavy pillows, and the fat squished through her fingers as she cried.
As she continued to grow down below, Alana suddenly felt a looseness in the top of her dress. Her hands flew in a panic to her chest where she found that her perfect bought and paid for breasts had disappeared. As she groped her suddenly flattened chest, she began to heave with anxiety.
Then her chest began to grow again. And for a moment, Alana was relieved until she realized that what was filling her chest was not the firm silicon implants she had enjoyed but instead soft and sagging fat, and it was not filling her top nearly as quickly as the rest of her was filling out.
Rrrrrrriiiiiippppppppp
Alana could feel more seams popping as her arms grew thick. Her muscles were replaced by fluffy fat that pressed against the sleeves of her dress and looked like overstuffed sausages that eventually split their casings. The dress tore at the sleeves and revealed the hamhocks that had replaced Alana’s previously toned and slender limbs.
Even the high collar of the dress grew tighter as Alana could feel her neck getting thicker, fatter. She tore at the collar and the rest of the dress finally gave way with it. As Alana cast the tattered garment away, she scream again at the sight of her formerly svelte figure. Her bloated body was now full of blubber, made of sagging fat folds everywhere. She was not just fat, she was morbidly obese and still growing!
And she was clad, not in her previously silky and sexy underwear but a set of very plain and ill fitting cotton bra and granny panties. She looked like someone who had been a couch potato for far longer than her twenty-two years. Her blubbery body was covered in stretch marks, cellulite, and spider veins, and as she looked at the backs of her newly chubby hands she realized that they seemed to have the start of age spots and crepey skin.
Then her face began to change.
As Alana looked at her reflection in the mirror, the last of her defined features gave way as her face began to fill with fat, erasing any semblance of cheek bones as they were replaced by jiggling jowls and a doughy double chin that sprouted a few stray hairs. Alana grew distinct frown lines around her mouth, crows feet near her eyes and a permanent crease in her brow. Her hair fell limp and greasy and streaks of it began to show a touch of gray.
Alana blacked out for a moment and when she came to she was standing in the dressing room wearing a plain white blouse with the buttons stretched by her belly and a pair of mom jeans that made her fat dumper look exceptionally dumpy. The lower roll of her gut was tucked into the front of the jeans making her look like a stereotype of an obese soccer mom even as new memories filled her head, memories of being a fat middle aged spinster.
She was a cow! And an old one! Ally couldn’t believe that all of this was real as she prodded the loose and wrinkled fat that now hung from her face. She used to turn heads with her hot body, now she could already imagine the cruel stares and oinking sounds that would follow her as she waddled by.
Ally shook her head still in tears. When she waddled out of the dressing room, she was met by Gwendolyyn and Mathilde along with Elle who looked youthful and stunning in her gorgeous dress.
“Thank you for shopping with us, ladies.” said Gwendolyyn through a well practiced smile.
“We hope you enjoy your new lives.”
Elle excitedly clapped her hands and ran off to enjoy the new do over in life she had just been granted while Ally was left fuming.
“This is a disaster, grotesque! You can’t leave me like this. Change me back!”
“Sorry, no returns and no refunds!” laughed Mathilde as she handed Ally back a credit card she never remembered handing her in the first place.
“I’ll call the police!”
“Right.” Gwendolyyn said with a roll of her eyes.
“Good luck getting anyone to believe you, crazy cat lady.”
Mathilde delivered a hard spank to Ally’s broad backside.
“Have a nice day, Fatty!”
And that was it.
All Ally could do was sob to herself as she realized how truly ruined she was and waddled off in defeat to stuff her fat face in the food court. Now that she was stuck as a fat old hog, Ally figured she might as well go eat like one.
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“Project Thick”
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Megan straightened both of the number two pencils on her desk and straightened the hem on her skirt.
She loathed the idea of this social science class project that she was forced to take part in. It was a bullshit college project about “developing empathy and understanding while appreciating diversity”. The idea was to be paired with someone who was as opposite as your as possible and try to find some common ground to “build community bonds”, but it wasn’t even with normal pairings like Democrats and Republicans or rich people and poor people. It was weirdly specific, at least in Megan’s case.
Megan thought of herself as perfect in every way. Perfection was more than just something to strive for. It was an idea, an ideal to be lived every day. Perfection was a core part of Megan’s identity. She had perfect grades, perfect teeth, perfect hair, and a perfect figure. Megan was prim and proper in every way with perfect manners and the air of confidence that her perfect life afforded her.
People worshiped Megan. For many, she was their gold standard. And if they didn’t admire her, Megan knew it was because they were jealous of her, of both beauty and her brains. Her body was what many in society would hold up as the pinnacle. She was slim, but curvy. She had muscles, but not too much. She was tall but not gangly, and everything about her was set in a perfectly proportional hourglass. She was a real head turner.
Her partner for this project turned heads too, but in the opposite direction.
Janis was a great big lumbering slob of a woman, emphasis on big.
Janis was a morbidly obese woman with a huge double belly, big sagging melons for breasts, thick thunder thighs that gave her a slow awkward waddle, and, in general her body was so heavy and out of shape that she was constantly winded. And she was constantly breaking wind!
Megan couldn’t stand the kind of a slob that Janis was. It was like she didn’t care about things at all. Janis would stuff her face all the time. She was constantly snacking. She clearly had no compunction about passing gas in class, and her showering routine was lenient at best.
Technically, Janis was as opposite to Megan as it could get, but Megan was still unhappy with being paired with someone who was clearly a lazy pig, a complete cow.
But Megan’s perfect grades demanded she get an A. No. An A+!
So she had to try.
Reluctantly, Megan decided the easiest way to form a communal bond was, historically, over a meal. She even let Janis pick the place.
Megan had never actually been to a Thick Burger. She had certainly heard of it though. She knew the reputation it had for packing the pounds on people. Megan had heard horror stories of hot freshmen putting on far more than the freshman fifteen because they got themselves caught in a Thick Burger habit.
But Megan knew better. Megan was perfect. One little night out wouldn’t do anything to her.
Thick Burger was full of fatties when Megan walked in to find Janis already tucked into her meal. The customers Megan saw all seemed to be in various stages of fatness, from relatively thin people who looked like they hadn’t quite upsized their wardrobes to accommodate their new burger bellies yet, to full on blobs who looked one step away from needing to be on a mobility scooter instead.
“You didn’t even wait for me?” asked Megan as she tapped her foot while standing in front of Janis.
Janis didn’t even look up and instead let loose a wet trumpeting fart as she polished off her burger.
“What? Oh. When did you get here?”
“We were supposed to eat together.”
“Yeah yeah. This was just an appetizer. Let’s get you set up. On me.”
Megan just rolled her eyes. But it wasn’t long before she was sitting with Janis, Thick Burger in hand. It was a greasy mess, but she had to admit that it smelled good. And she had gotten it with avocado added, so at least she was having something healthy.
She took a bite.
And her life was changed forever.
As the grease dribbled down her chin, Megan didn’t even try to stop it. She was too transfixed by the magnificent taste of the burger. So that grease stained her white shirt, while she stuffed her face with the burger and then chased it with some extra salty fries. She was off to the races and would never look back.
Trips to Thick Burger became a regular thing for Megan and Janis. They were going together once a week, which quickly turned into two, then three. Then, Megan started going to Thick Burger by herself. It’s like she could get enough. Beyond burgers they had creamy milkshakes, delicious sweet potato tots, and hot apple pies. Megan had never been a particularly religious person, but she had found her heaven.
And the pounds soon found her waistline.
Megan’s flat stomach expanded into a pudgy pot belly. It became soft and doughy and perfect for squeezing. Her very kneadable tummy hung over the waistbands of her pants, frequently pushing and popping buttons. It liked to peek out from under Megan’s shirts, especially when she was stuffing her face and stretching it to its limits, but Megan hardly cared. She was too busy filling her greedy gut with food to care about its appearance. When her blubbery belly was stretched taut with food, it was a jiggly mass that swayed with every step.
And those steps were getting harder and harder for Megan to take. The greasy meals were making her lazy and lethargic. But beyond that, her lower half was getting heavier as well. Her perfect, perky butt began to balloon. Her muscular cheeks blew up into two heavy, sagging sandbags rich with dimply cellulite. She grew a real blubber butt that was right at home with the cold steel chairs of Thick Burger. Her flabby ass provided plenty of cushion when she sat down for her fattening feasts.
Her ass wasn’t the only thing Megan had slowing her down. Her thighs lost their muscularity, and those muscles were replaced with pounds piled upon pounds of soft cushiony fat. Her legs became tubes of quivering flesh, flabby thunder thighs that smacked and rubbed together. Eventually they started to push together so much that her tree trunk thighs forced her legs apart enough to take away her confident strut and replaced it with a waddle.
They were thick and at first when they would rub together, Megan would find it disgusting, but Janis helped make Megan feel better. Whenever Megan started to feel bad about her fattening body, Janis simply redirected her to more food. This, of course, meant that the pounds piled onto Megan’s frame even faster. Her arms got fat. Her breasts began to grow and sag. Even her face filled with fat and gained a doughy double chin.
The rapid change in her diet had other effects on the prim and proper Megan. Her digestive system had a hard time dealing with all the grease and so Megan grew very gassy. At first this was a humiliating experience, especially the first time she ripped ass in class, but Janis eventually convinced Megan to just let go and accept her body's natural functions. And so, just like that Megan went from prim and proper to devolving into a total slob just like Janis.
As Megan got fatter she sweated more and showered less. As she ate more greasy food, even beyond Thick Burger, the more frequent her flatulence became. It also became louder and far more potent. Megan would regularly drop absolute bombs but no longer cared. All she cared about was indulging in the hedonistic pleasures that Janis had introduced herself to. She used to be self-conscious when her former friends or other people that she used to make fun of made fun of her. But once she let that all go, she really began to enjoy letting herself go.
Yes. Megan became a big lumbering slob, emphasis on the big. She eventually matched and then surpassed Janis in weight. The two became best friends and roommates, living in a room that other people on campus would refer to as the Pig Sty. They got an A+ on that project, obviously. It was the last one Megan ever got. Megan became far too fat and lazy to do well in school ever again.
And Janis thought that was perfect.
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It is certainly a favorite subject of mine. Thanks for your support and for the great request.
SilentLight
This was wonderful! Thank you for writing my request, it's always fun to see prim and proper folk just let themselves go and join a grosser and better slob life
