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"Fat Trimmings" Volume 17
🕑 Added 2024-04-02 19:32:16 +0000 UTCHere is my newest daily post for this week, the next edition of "Fat Trimmings". After this, I will be back to continuing my release of the Patreon Exclusive stories for Volume 6 of "Exclusive Cuts".
Enjoy!
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“Toni Gains a Ton”
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Getting fat was easy. Too easy. Toni had spent so much of her life being a hardbodied hottie and yet the moment she made the decision to throw that all away, she turned into an absolute eating machine. She had thought that her metabolism would take some time to break, but she was completely wrong. What she thought was a dam that would hold back the flood of pounds that would soon pile on turned out to be as fragile as a cheap pane of glass.
It started out simple enough. Toni had always been a popular girl throughout high school and college. She had coasted by on her looks, and she had no desire to do much of anything else. She figured she could get by being a social media influencer, but it turned out that being an influencer took way more work than she originally thought. So that was right out. And even modeling required working on finding an agent and then having to go to and from photoshoots and all of that. No. Toni was a spoiled and lazy girl at heart, and she just wanted to make as much money for as little work as possible.
And that’s when she turned to OnlyFans. It was easy at first. She could upload what she wanted and when she wanted, and Toni never had any problems showing off her body. But still, the money wasn’t coming in as much as she wanted, even when she started taking a lot of feet specific pictures to expand her portfolio.
Then Toni got an incredible offer. Some fat guy who she vaguely recognized from high school wanted to pay her to gain a ton of weight and document it on camera. At first, Toni knew this idea was a total no go. She was too proud of her figure and had often made fun of fatties in the past.
But the more she looked at the figure… the more she felt comfortable with the idea of changing hers. Toni quickly realized that the money she was being offered was serious, stop working for quite a while, kind of money. And she figured that she could double dip on the whole thing by recording a series of fat fetish videos to sell separately. She figured she could milk this for quite a while, and then when she was fat enough to claim her big pay day, she could lose the weight and bask in the glory of her windfall. With plenty of money and a backlog of content, she’d be able to live however she wanted as a slim and sexy hottie just recording occasional videos to show off for fun.
Toni was wrong.
Toni was very wrong.
She got too fat too fast which looked like it was going to be fine for her big pay day, but it meant she wasn’t able to get nearly as many gaining weight videos as she planned on making. And then… well… It turns out that when people you only vaguely remember making fun of in high school offer you money through the internet, it becomes incredibly easy for them to ghost you and disappear.
So Toni was left fat and almost totally broke, because food costs to get her super fat were rather high. Toni’s sleek body was a thing of the past. As the pounds piled on, her waist ballooned into a flabulous muffin top, a pair of thick love handles matched with a waistband busting spare tire, a big bag of jiggling fat covered in stretch marks from growing so fast. Her gut grew into a gluttonous mess constantly hungry for more greasy food.
Her thighs got thick as well, growing into thick tree trunks of flab. Their constant rubbing together was a constant annoyance that Toni had not mentally prepared herself for. They made her feel disgusting, even more so than the flabby pot belly she had grown. Her fat thighs were sweaty and chafed and a constant reminder of what she had done to herself. Those thick thunder thighs were paired with a bloated fat ass that was covered in cellulite. She was a jiggling mess trying to keep it all together as she transformed herself into the kind of person she had always made fun of.
Toni’s swelling body meant that all of the glamorous clothes she had acquired through the years had been outgrown, and because of Toni’s arrogance, vanity, and stubbornness, most of those clothes were completely busted. This left her hanging around in stretchy sweats that were often stained with food from her messy feasts. Sometimes these stains were purposefully curated for her videos.
Once she realized that her big payday had truly fallen through and that she was just stuck being big, Toni went into a terrible panic, one that unfortunately she couldn’t afford. She needed to do something. She tried to make that something losing weight. She even thought maybe she could monetize that. But that’s also when she ran into another problem.
Toni couldn’t stop eating. Once she finally gave into her hidden desire to indulge, there was no putting that genie back in the bottle. Toni was addicted to pigging out, her gut was too greedy for grease. She had gone from a prim and popular girl to a sloppy pig desperate for food and money which meant she reluctantly ended up doubling down.
She stopped trying to lose weight and went back to gaining it, to stuffing her face and humiliating herself on camera to keep up with her food costs and whatever lifestyle she could give herself. She could not longer afford to be slim and sexy and vain. She had to keep eating.
And that’s how Toni TonsofFun was born. And that’s just how she’ll stay.
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“She Wishes”
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She wishes she could be thin again. She wishes that she could go back to being the slim and sexy vixen that she was. She wishes that doughnuts and cakes and pizzas and all the delicious junk that she loves to stuff her face with had zero calories. She wishes she could just stop eating.
But she can’t. Her greedy gut always craves more. She needs to gorge herself on greasy burgers, chow down on Chinese food, or stuff her face with sausage and peppers. She craves grease, fat, salt, and sugar. She needs it like a fish needs water. She is seldom without food in her hand, and the new clothes she has to buy never last her very long. She can’t control herself no matter how much she wishes she could. Sometimes it feels like her hands move on their own to grab more food to stuff herself with even as mind screams out for her to stop.
She wishes she had never made fun of that witch. But now here she is.
She had always been the kind of mean popular girl who loved making fun of others, who felt that fat people were an inconvenience to her. She bumped into one fat witch and called her a co and that was the end of her slim and sexy life. That’s when she ended up cursed with this outrageous appetite, doomed to turn into a fat loser, a pariah, a laughing stock amongst her friends and family.
She’s a big girl now, a real cow as she would call herself. She is a hefty heifer with a large pair of saggy udders that are still dwarfed by the massive stomach that rolls out in front of them. Her greedy gut is a gelatinous ball of fat, a turgid, spherical mass that swells outward over the waistband of her greasy old sweatpants and pokes out of her food stained sweatshirts. It is a jiggling glob of fat that sways mightily with every little move that she makes.
Her thunder thighs constantly rub together and have reduced her former model strut into a ponderous waddle. She’s not a model anymore. She’s a pig, far greater than plus-sized. She is an obese hog as she tells herself when she looks at her massive reflection in the mirror every day. Nobody is a harsher critic than herself as she gets up and berates herself for turning into such a bloated fat ass.
And her ass truly is fat. Her massive flabby ass cheeks frequently burst through her pants in public leading to constant humiliation. They are wobbling orbs of fat that draw attention for all the wrong reasons. She has been subjected to every name she has ever called somebody else, every humiliation she has ever doled out to others and much much more. She is a big blubbery mess doomed to a life of stuffing and humiliation.
Try as she might, she wishes she could go back to the way things were before. She swears up and down that she’s learned her lesson, but she knows the truth.
The curse itself has been lifted. It’s not magic that’s keeping her fat at this point. It’s her. She’s too far gone. She’s grown too fat to change. The food is all too good and she finds herself craving more of it and giving in to her cravings constantly. She could lose the weight if she had the willpower to, if she wasn’t so greedy and broken. She wishes she could change.
But she knows she can’t.
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“The Perfect Thick Burger”
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The perfect Thick Burger melts in your mouth. It’s salty and savory and leaves you wanting more. It is the perfect amount of greasy goodness that makes you feel guilty in the best of ways but not too guilty as to turn you away. No. It’s the perfect kind of guilt. The guilt that makes you feel naughty, makes you feel like you’re doing something bad, something you shouldn’t be doing, the kind of guilt that makes you feel good.
It’s just a little bit of greasy guilt, a little bit of fun. You know deep down that burger is fattening, but it’s so delicious because it’s so fattening. So you let yourself have a little indulgence every now and then, a little guilty pleasure. And then soon enough you’re coming back for more, and a little guilty pleasure becomes a lot of pleasure, and all that pleasure brings with it a bunch of plush pounds. Weigh your burgers ounce by ounce and see how that translates into pounds upon pounds piling on your previously trim waist.
But you just can’t get enough now can you? You know what it’s like to taste perfect. Why try anything else? Once a month becomes once a week. Once a week becomes twice, just on the weekends. Three times because Mondays suck. Four because you gotta have something to get you over the hump day even if the humps you’re carrying around behind you are growing larger, thicker, fatter. You’re getting a fat flabby ass from sitting down and stuffing your greedy gut with Thick Burger, but you just can’t help it by this point. It’s beyond a habit.
It’s an obsession.
Suddenly Thick Burger is something you need every day. It’s the perfect quick lunch. So convenient. And you’re too tired to cook after work now that your body’s so full of fat and grease. No more working out. No more doing much of anything except lounging around and eating Thick Burger until your buttons burst. This is what you crave now. This is all you care about.
We own you and you can’t help it. You need to stuff your face here. You need to bring us home. You need to pig out, porky. You’re not slim and trim anymore. You’re a full blown hog, and we love it. We love your money. We love to feed your greed because you feed ours. Our coffers grow fat and heavy just like you. They are overflowing like your belly overflows your pants.
Look at your gut! It’s so embarrassing and there’s nothing you can do but fill it with our food and watch it grow bigger. You’re humiliated, but you’re much more hungry, you burger obsessed hambeast, you blubbery cow. Everyone is making fun of you as you sit their chowing down on yet another burger. You can hear them snickering at you just like you used to snicker at others. But don’t worry. Look at them. They’re ordering food too. They’re about to taste the perfect Thick Burger. Soon they’ll be piggies just like you.
But don’t think about it too much. Get back to eating. Consume more. That’s all you’re good for at this point.
Thick Burger is the perfect food for you, and you’re the perfect Thick Burger customer…
Fat and happy.
