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"Fat Trimmings" Volume 14
🕑 Added 2024-02-27 15:29:54 +0000 UTCI felt like I was a little light with my writing last week, so a through a little extra into this one. Here are four stories and over 4,000 words. "What If" reaches its penultimate chapter as I bring it to what I think is its inevitable conclusion next week with part 15.
I didn't do previews this week like I usually do, so here's what you'll be reading in this volume.
"Stuck Up Snob to Desperate Hog": A slim and sexy sorority bitch who looks down on others finds herself fattening up and sinking to their level.
"Playing Pretend": A previously slim woman is in denial about her weight gain.
"Yummy Yoga Instructor": A recently porked up yoga instructor struggles with her self image. (To those of you who wanted a yoga instructor in Exclusive Cuts volume 6, don't worry. You're still getting it, and that one will be much darker. For this one I wanted to go a little happier.)
"What If" Part 14: The numbers don't lie. For those of you who love numbers in your weight talk, this one is for you.
Enjoy.
“Stuck Up Snob to Desperate Hog”
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Nicole thought Darren was a fat disgusting pig, and when she was thin she would always reject and humiliate him. She loved making fun of Darren. She loved taunting him with her slim and sexy body and then making him feel inferior. Nicole knew that Darren was a fat loser, and she was sure to remind him of what a fat loser he was.
Of course, now that Nicole was a fat loser, Darren was her best dating option, and she was stuck with him.
Nicole used to be the hottest girl in high school. Then she was the hottest girl in college. She went from being the head cheerleader and prom queen at her school to being the president of her sorority. She had climbed to the top of the mountain and used her tremendous position to look down on others.
Along the way Darren seemed to follow her around like a fat sweaty puppy. He was the nerd she got to do her homework in high school. He was the loser who worked part time in the school dining hall in college. He was seemingly always around her periphery which made him a frequent target of her insults when she wasn’t also ordering around because it was so easy to get him to do stuff for her even though she clearly wasn’t interested in him. She loved dominating people thanks to her incredibly hot body and undeniable confidence and charisma, and Darren was no exception.
And then Nicole went on a tropical vacation where she either contracted some sort of disease or insulted a local who put a curse on her. The jury was still out. The point is that Nicole came back from that vacation in a hunger filled haze, and she went from being a prim and proper woman with an eye toward the glamorous to being a junk food addicted slob.
Nicole began to stuff her face with reckless abandon much to the horror and or chagrin of her friends. Many tried to help her break her addiction to fatty, salty, garbage quality food, but many others embraced Nicole’s changes and were eager to see her consume more and more in a delicious taste of schadenfreude. They reveled in Nicole’s downfall as her desire to consume consumed her.
Nicole was always the kind of person who was a picky eater. The one thing she liked to indulge in was an array of salads, but even then she never filled them with less healthy options like bacon or large amounts of cheese. Now? Forget salads! She was eating lots and lots of cheese alright, but it was stacked high on burgers and pizza. She was turning into a slob as she stuffed her face with whatever she was presented with. Beer turned her shredded abs into a jiggle beer gut. At every party, she appeared plumper. Nicole was porking out in front of everyone, and everyone loved it. Her arrogance made her blind, and her piggish, greedy nature soon turned her from sorority princess to a big fat pig.
She grew a big fat ass, and at first that got her even more attention, but as it grew and grew it quickly became too much ass too much to handle. Her blubbery butt had too massive jiggly mounds that frequently split her pants to reveal her overtaxed undies and her cellulite covered cheeks. Her thunder thighs with their saggy saddlebags were natural companions as they began to constantly rub together. Nicole’s confident strut was turned into a slow, awkward waddle, and her hoggish hips frequently knocked drinks off of tables.
As Nicole’s weight soared, people around her grew bolder with their taunts, and a favorite punishment for her party fouls was to make her oink while her belly fat was pinched and poked. People loved to watch Nicole’s face flush bright pink with embarrassment as she was brought low with humiliation time and time again. They liked to laugh and tell her how it made her look even more piggish.
That piggishness eventually cost her her presidency and her spot in her sorority. Her sisters could put up with her weight gain, but it was the reckless abandon with which she ate and the way she had become such a complete slob that gave the sorority such a poor look that it was decided that the hog needed the old heave ho out the door while her hips could still fit through it.
With the pounds still packing on and the rejections and humiliations piling up, Nicole turned to the only loyal friend she had left, food. She became an emotional overeater which is to say that she over-ate all of the time. She was constantly seen with a snack in her hands which often elicited plenty of catty comments that drove her to eat her snacks even faster and with more volume which meant her own volume was increasing as she continued to put on more weight at an even faster rate.
And after college, things got even worse for the hottie turned hog. Nicole’s fall from grace had shattered her confidence, and all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty’s fat ass back together again. With her formerly inflated ego irreparably damaged because of the humiliation that came with her inflated size, Nicole found her once promising future slipping through her fat fingers. She couldn’t get a grip on any kind of good job, and she struggled to keep the menial ones she could find. She briefly got a job at Thick Burger, but her eating habits and poor work ethic ended up getting her fired. It was yet another bottom in a seemingly endless line of them.
Getting fired from Thick Burger didn’t stop her from going there. If anything it made her want to go there more to stuff her face with the food she found to be so incredibly irresistible and yet so incredibly fattening. This of course made her own bottom grow wider, fatter, more shelf-like. And what little savings she had were being swallowed up by the bills for the food she was stuffing her fat face with.
Now she’s such a fat hog, desperate for any kind of positive attention that she’s shacking up with Darren. She’s realized that that fat slob is the best she’s ever going to do now that she’s gone and ruined her figure. She went crawling back to him, practically throwing herself at him once he paid her any kind of mind.
He loves it, loves the attention, loves how far Nicole has fallen. He loves that the cheerleader who used to make fun of him is now the fat slut that absolutely worships him. He loves it when he makes her talk about how hot his fat, greasy body is. He loves feeling the weight of his big belly fat belly on her head as she goes down on him. She makes him feel like a king, and she is his pathetic pet piggy.
Nicole knows this. She’s reminded of it all the time. In fact, “Pet Piggy” is tattoo on her flabby butt cheeks along with a picture of Porky Pig. She has another tattoo on her flabby bicep of a fat greedy hog with its mouth wide open and slop spilling out. On the tops of her fat saggy breasts she’s been tattooed with the words “Oink. Oink,” and she wears a fake gold necklace that says “Hog” on it. Nicole frequently wears ill-fitting outfits with pig theming on it. She’ll wear anything Darren insists on her wearing. One of his favorite things for her to wear is a pair of pink track pants that have the word “Piggy” written across the back, and they look ready to burst any day now.
She’ll do anything Darren asks including going out and stuffing her face in public. She can often be seen at places like Thick Burger scarfing down junk food, absolutely stuffing her fat gut until she’s almost too full to move and yet finding room for more. Darren loves to put her out there in places where she will be seen by her old friends or by people she used to make fun of so that she is constantly humiliated over and over and over again for turning herself into a fat, sloppy hog who is destined to get fatter because she can’t stop stuffing herself.
Nicole is a broken woman, fat and flabby and so used to a life of humiliation that she has turned her degradation into a cause of her arousal. Lust at her own downfall is her fat body’s natural defense mechanism to deal with the ruin that she has brought upon herself. If she’s going to be a big fat piggish loser who suffers through daily humiliation as a kind of cosmic karmic revenge, she might as well get off on it.
Darren’s going have Nicole making videos next. There are plenty of people who will pay to see the princess turned pig pork up even more. The story of her going from hottie to hog, a babe with a tight ass to a blown up fatty with a blubber butt should pull in the big bucks.
Nicole’s humiliating future is bright.
She has all the makings of a real cash cow.
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“Playing Pretend”
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She likes to pretend that she hasn’t gained weight, that her stomach isn’t a fat sloshy mess, that her pants aren’t ripping because her ass has completely ballooned. She’s completely stuck in denial about what she has become and what she is still becoming, a fat girl who is getting fatter.
She likes to pretend that she’s still the slim and sexy hottie that she’s used to being. That’s why she keeps insisting on wearing clothes that have stopped fitting her ages ago. She has convinced herself that they still fit fine and that she still looks amazing in them. Or, if they rip or the button pops off, she pretends that it’s because they are old or they’ve shrunken. She always gets annoyed at the pants. It’s never her problem. She can never get upset with herself. She’s slim and sexy and perfect. That’s the arrogance that has distorted her reality.
And that reality is a fat one.
She’s a plump little piggy now, a tubby ball of lard with big tits and an even bigger ass. Her massive mammaries up front rest atop what will soon be an undeniable mountain of a belly. And behind her are two heavy jiggly counterweights in blubbery butt cheeks covered in cellulite that wobble with every single lumbering step she takes. Those steps are slowed by the outrageous swaying motion of her terrifically thick thunder thighs which rub together hard enough to make starting a fire a not entirely outrageous concern. She certainly helps keep the baby powder industry in the black, and yet she still insists her playing pretend and acting like she’s just deliciously thicc and not a full-on cow.
She still has the nerve to make fun of fat people despite her own obvious figure issues. She still loves to look down on others to taunt them and tease them. Although her barbs have less of their desired effect now that it’s clear she’s full of hot air and belly fat, she insists on doubling down, deflecting from her own imperfections and insecurities by focusing on those of others. Never mind that she regularly calls people whom she is fatter than pigs, that’s all part of playing pretend.
It’s amazing how far her denial is able to stretch, somehow farther than her pants which is saying something, especially since even her hands have gotten fat. Her previously slim hands host to delicate piano fingers are now chubby, greedy, greasy mitts with thick sausage fingers stained by the junk food that she constantly binges on.
She likes to pretend she eats healthy food because she loves avocado. It’s a good fat! And she loves to lounge about feeding herself grapes like she’s a Rubenesque Roman empress. However, the chocolate covered strawberries that she favors are still covered in chocolate, and avocados don’t mean much when you pair them with bacon and slap them on a greasy burger or on slabs of toast with goat cheese and fried eggs. And that’s not to say anything about the chips and cookies, and Cheetos. If it’s deep fried, if it’s loaded with sugar, and/ or if it is smother in cheese, it is a particular favorite of hers. She is a junk food junkie, constantly stuffing her fat face with anything greasy and fattening, or sweet and fattening, or insert food descriptor of your choice and fattening. If it’s fattening it’s been a part of fattening her up.
And that’s why pretend time is getting ready to come to an end.
Because soon just the right button is going to burst. Too many pants will have been split to deny how fat she is getting. She may even ride her denial all the way up to the point of her breaking a chair, but reality is going to come smacking her in the face soon. And when she does it’s going to be harsh.
Once the illusion is broken, all of the catty bitches who have been talking shit about her behind her back will pounce. And all the people she used to make fun of are going to line up to get their revenge, to pinch and prod and taunt her. She’s going to have to get used to the one being called piggy. She should start practicing her oink. It’s going to be hell for the vain vixen who will still be the center of attention but for all the wrong reasons. They’re going to be teasing and taunting her until she waddles off squealing “wee wee wee” all the way home.
Soon. It will all happen soon. Fatty is gonna learn the hard way that karma is a bitch.
Playtime’s over, piggy. Oink. Oink.
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“Yummy Yoga Instructor”
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She was the yummy yoga instructor, the one that made everyone jealous with her hot body as she led a bunch of people who were far less fit than her through a series of stretches, some more challenging than others. She was a role model to many and the object of desire for many more. She wasn’t mean about it. She did her best to never look down on or demean others, and she was a universally loved and respected yoga instructor because of her skill and her demeanor governed by patience, kindness, and positive energy.
But the thing is she also had a secret.
She is a foodie. Outside of class she loves to indulge herself in all sorts of decadent delights, and she’s secretly a real junkfood junkie, a closeted snack sneaker, a naughty little piglet. And all of those sneaky snacks have led to some not so sneaky pounds piling themselves onto her previously petite frame. That’s how she’s gotten where she is today.
She has porked up.
If she wasn’t in front of the class and leading it, a passerby would never think she was an instructor. They would think she was a chubby girl taking class to try and lose some stubborn pounds, some pesky pudge.
Her butt has gotten broad. It is soft and spongy, a squishy cushion for her to sit on, and it comically stretches her leggings. She’s quite self conscious about it whenever she has to do any poses that require her to demonstrate them with her chunky cheeks pointed toward her students. She can sense them chuckling behind her blubbery backside. Her ass used to be so tight and perfectly perky, and that’s part of why it’s so embarrassing to have it become this loose saggy mess, a set of jiggly cellulite covered cheeks. She’s wary about bending down because she knows it draws attention.
Her ass has always drawn attention, but not in this way. Sometimes she used to hate the stares because she felt like she was being objectified. Sometimes she played into them because it made her feel good about herself and brightened her mood. But now, anytime someone stares at her fat flabby ass, she worries that they’re judging her, questioning her ability as a yoga instructor. Who would want to work with a yoga instructor that can’t keep herself in shape, someone with a big booty and ballooned as hers as become. And it’s not just her bloated butt that’s her only problem area.
Her thighs have gotten thick, but her muscles haven’t gotten any stronger. If anything she finds herself struggling to hold some of the poses for as long as she used to. She’s still pretty flexible with her legs, but now when she flexes her flesh wobbles. Her thunder thighs are the real deal. She is cursed with spongy saddle bags, and her thighs are chubby things that jiggle as she moves. They are quivering limbs filled with fat that is threatening to rub together. She’s had to subtly adjust and widen her stances to keep her thighs from touching. It’s a sensation she loathes the idea of feeling, and yet she fears that the day will come where she won’t be able to escape it anymore, the day when her thighs will touch and refuse to be apart, the day she’ll stop walking and start waddling. The idea of it ties her stomach in knots.
Speaking of stomach, hers has gotten a noticeable bulge to it. She used to have a very slim and trim waist but no more. Her tiny middle has been replaced with a muffin top and a tubby pot belly. She used to regularly hold class in just yoga pants and a sports bra, but no more. She couldn’t bear the idea of exposing the flabby flesh of her sloppy spare tire to her class. Her little gut often gets in the way of some of the poses she’s doing, and her love handles love to strain the sides of the leotards she’s forced to squeeze herself into. When she moves her belly moves. It swings and jiggles and bounces and throws off her balance. It is the most annoying part of her workday and the thing she is consistently self conscious about. She’s heard numerous people whispering rumors about her being pregnant only to laugh at her pot belly once they realize that she’s really just let herself go and gotten chubby. She used to have pride in her slim abdomen, but now she’s just another pudgy porker with a paunch.
It’s not all bad news though. Her breasts have given her a bit of a confidence boost as the previously petite pair has grown considerably. However their perkiness has been lost and their size and their sagginess pose their own problems when she poses even in the best of sports bras.
The fortunate thing is that her yoga instruction business is booming. Despite all the pounds that she has packed on, her clientele base has grown. It is largely to do with the fact that even when she was thin she was always so friendly and helpful to all of her clients, even the larger ones. And even though she’s now bigger than some of those clients who have since lost weight, they still love her. Now she is poised to be, not just a piggy, but a beacon of body positivity. If her fat ass can do it, so can they!
And sure, she’s lost most of her snootier clients, and she still faces lots of rude comments and laughter, judgmental stares and sneers, and an extraordinary amount of self doubt that wasn’t there before the fat found its way onto her previously thin body, but things are looking up as she makes more money than ever.
And the increase in profit is important because her food bills keep consistently increasing too which means the end of her weight gain is nowhere in sight.
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“What If” (Part 14)
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What if she can’t stop growing?
Getting to three hundred pounds really was a breeze, and getting passed four hundred seemed to come and go even faster. It seemed like she just needed to look at food to put on weight, and between her feeder boyfriend and her wealth of online subscribers through a variety of sources, she was looking at a lot of food these days.
Her boyfriend was insatiable in every way, in the bedroom and in the kitchen and the two often met. Their bedroom play always involved huge amounts of food, sometimes almost full meals, and that was saying something especially when those almost full meals came so close behind actual full meals.
And meals were also mostly sent to her by her online feeders, so she had to eat all of those. It was free food plus money to stuff her face with it. Her entire career at this point revolved around the idea that she would be able to fill herself with whatever people presented her to eat, and she was expected to be good piggy and eat it all while recording herself and oinking as she did so. So she had no choice but to keep herself constantly eating beyond the measure of a pro-athlete with absolutely none of the workout that goes with it. The only form of exercise she got was from lifting food to her face or performing in the bedroom, but even that got less and less as she ended up being a much more passive performer. At her weight she just couldn’t do the things she used to do when she was three hundred pounds.
When she was a mere three hundred pounds she could still dance.
That was an embarrassing thought, to realize that she had blown herself up so much, gotten so fat, that she realized she was beginning to think of being three hundred pounds as her thin days.
She used to be one fifteen! She was a cheerleader!
And now she missed being a three hundred pound fatty because at least she was thin enough to dance.
She got one the scale again to check her weight and needed her feeder to read the number out loud for her because she couldn’t see it over the expanses that were her massive breasts and even bigger belly. She had wanted to get one of those scales that read the number out loud for you, but her feeder insisted on keeping this one. Her helplessness added to the arousal, and the scale also had a five hundred pound limit, so the idea was to keep it until she broke it which she had to admit with a shiver seemed inevitable. Then she would have to move on to something a bit more industrial.
Four hundred and thirty-six pounds.
That’s what the scale read. That’s what her feeder proudly announced as he needed both hands to shake her tremendous double belly.
She used to be one fifteen.
In order to even get back down to three hundred pounds, she would need to lose an entire her and it still wouldn’t be enough. Four hundred and thirty-six blubbery pounds meant if she went on a diet and lost half her current weight, she would still be almost double her starting weight at two hundred and eighteen pounds. To be a lithe almost two hundred pounds again! What an impossible number. She was far closer to quadrupling her starting weight. She did some more math in her head, managing her money had made her good at figures even if she wasn’t good at managing her figure.
To be quintuple - five times - her starting weight, she would need to be five hundred and seventy-five blubbery pounds. The difference between that weight and her current weight was only one hundred and thirty nine pounds. When she was one hundred and thirty nine pounds she was just starting to lose her grip on her popularity, people were only just starting to really take notice of her weight gain. The difference between her current body weight and double her starting weight of one hundred and fifteen pounds was two hundred and six pounds. She was FAR closer to quintupling her original weight than reaching double her starting weight.
And five hundred and seventy-five pounds was dangerously close to six hundred. She doubted that her feeder and her fans would let her quit there. Six hundred and ninety pounds would be six times her starting weight. Would that be enough?
How big was she going to get?
When would it end?
Comments
Searcher
This was a fun set. I like how in the case of Nicole they weren't sure if it was a curse or a flu, that made me laugh. With a transformation like that I could understand
