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"Fat Trimmings" Volume 11 (Fattest Tuesday Edition!)
🕑 Added 2024-02-13 15:00:13 +0000 UTCIt's here! Happy Fattest Tuesday to all who celebrate.... which I guess is everyone on this Patreon. Huzzah!
Here is the first of two volumes I'll be dropping today. It features five stories and over 6,000 words! Enjoy!
“Beignet and Bust”
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Another beignet, dear?
Of course you want it. You can’t get enough of these sweet treats can you, my little piggy?
I love watching you eat. I could spend all day stuffing your face- and you could too, couldn’t you, piggy? Yes. I’d love nothing more than to lounge around with you and watch the pounds like on.
Sometimes when I’m dreaming I like to play your transformation back in my head, and it’s like a time lapsed photo. There you are standing in your pink bikini with your hands rubbing along you rock hard abs as you turn just enough to show me how proud you are of your pert ass. You look like such a stereotypical hot girl, the kind that knows how hot she is and loves to show it off.
But it doesn’t last for long.
I know how much you secretly love to eat, and know just how to tempt you. It’s so easy it’s almost like you wanted to be fat. But I know you didn’t you hated the idea. Fat people were lazy. They were pigs. I watched the way you sneered at others, shamed them. I heard your cruel, cruel words, and I looked forward to making you eat those words.
So I got you to eat. Pampered you. Fried dough was your biggest weakness. Still is, fatty. I got you eating all the time and soon the pounds began to pile on. You were too vain to notice at first. That made it easier. When those beignet’s started to bust your pants buttons it must have been the laundry that did it. By the time you finally noticed, it was too late. You were too much of a fat lazy pig to do anything about it. I saw to that, fatso.
That’s when your pretty friends turned on you, and all the people you used to make fun of got a bit of their own back. You were the one to be the victim of sneers and cruel words. Your big butt became the butt of so many jokes. And it was hard at first, that sting of karma, to be the girl you always used to make fun of and learn how cruel your words and actions had been now that you were on the receiving end.
But then you just stopped caring, didn’t you?
Because you have me.
Me. And food. And that’s all you need in this world.
So now look at you with that big sloshy spare tire. It’s a huge greedy gut that can’t get enough food. I have to work overtime to keep your big belly full. It’s a real monster that sags heavily and spills out over your lap when you’re sitting down.
And that lap is formed with two juicy thunder thighs. You used to be such a slim and athletic girl, capable of taking off in an elegant run or strutting like a model. Now all you can do is waddle and by now we both love it. You love the feeling of your flesh rubbing against itself. We both love when you envelope my head with those meaty thighs of yours, and I love sliding my hand between them. They are a wonderland of wobbling flesh.
Those thunder thighs are matched by your colossal ass, you big all blubber butt. You really are a lard ass, and I know you’ve come to love it. It’s your favorite feature once again even if it is three times its original size, and only going to get bigger. You want that, don’t you? We both know you do.
And we can’t forget your breasts, your big wonderful breasts. They’re so big that they spill out of my hands. They are huge heavy melons, a heaving bosom that gets its fair share of stares, and I love that they’re all mine. You love that too.
I want to feed you forever, to spend our lives together in bliss with my hands constantly moving food from the plate to your mouth. I know that’s what we both dream about, a world in which I never have an empty plate for you. We’ll grow you bigger than anyone would think possible. That’s the dream that calls to us with the scent of fried dough and chocolate. You’d like these beignets dipped in chocolate wouldn’t you?
So here we are, eating once again, and I can see the look on your fat face, the smile spread from cheek to chubby cheek as I feed you more beignets. Your double chin wobbles as you chew. You want more, don’t you? Of course you do.
You’re always hungry.
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“Getting Into Character”
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It was supposed to be her big break, and all that she had to do was get big.
Rachelle was a fairly successful supermodel with a smoking hot body. She had generous curves, pert breasts with a matching perky ass and a trim hourglass waist that feature delicious abs. She was a statuesque beauty that turned heads wherever she went. She had people eating out of her hands and got whatever she wanted. And often what she wanted was to make people jealous and make them miserable.
It was a sense of power that Rachelle reveled in. She loved to throw her body and her money around and in people’s faces. She loved to taunt others and make them feel in inferior, especially if she was fat. Rachelle hated fat girls. She found them to be lazy and greedy piggies. She enjoyed reminding them of that and was absolutely savage when given the chance.
But Rachelle really wanted to do was act, and while she got roles in a few raunchy comedies and some cheap horror flicks, she had never gotten a chance to get into a movie that would make people think of her as a serious actress, something that would get anywhere close to award recognition.
And then her fat hating antics got the better of her. Rachelle had gone on one fat girl hating rant too many and found herself on the wrong end of being canceled. Sponsors were leaving. Jobs were drying up. Rachelle needed a big gig to turn it all around.
And then, like a miracle, it seemingly came.
A serious movie role that would also help rehab her into a kinder, softer image- emphasis on the softer. The part was Oscar bait, Rachelle would play a young woman, whose life had taken a turn for the worse and managed to turn it back around. The only problem was that she had to gain a sizeable amount of weight to play the down on her luck part. Rachelle absolutely hated the idea of saying goodbye to her perfect figure, even temporarily. She certainly didn’t want to turn herself into a weak, soft, lazy fat ass, but she didn’t see much of a choice. She would lose the weight later and her career would be even better. She could shoot a fitness video to boot!
So on came the doughnuts. Rachelle made a point of trying to eat at least six a day almost as if it were her medicine. And she chased them with thick milkshakes. It was a combination that made her a bloated mess, but she was so determined that she still made sure she ate big pasta dinners and the like toward the end of the day and squeezed in dessert. For a supermodel, she sure was an impressive glutton. And the results came quickly. In know time at all, the skinny bitch became a chubby little piglet, then a full blown fatty – exactly the kind of fat flabby girl she would have loved making fun of.
Rachelle moaned the loss of her abs as her hourglass waistline as it blew out into a thick pot belly and matching love handles. She would stare at herself in the mirror and pinch an inch on her love handles, poke them, prod them and sigh. She would cradle and shake her growing gut even as she shoved more doughnuts in her mouth. That fat pot belly hanging around her middle popped the buttons on her jeans and hung over the waistlines of her pants, even the purposefully stretchy runs. Every shirt became a shirt that rides up. It was a heavy burden that Rachlle hated, especially since it seemed to jiggle at every little movement as a way of reintroducing its presence. It was a humiliating lump of fat, something that people who she used to make fun of would love to poke and prod and tease her about whenever they ran into her. But her gut wasn’t the only thing that grew.
Her thighs became thick with quivering fat. Rachelle had given up running and taken up eating and the result was that her athletic thighs quickly turned to jelly, they grew so quickly and got so big and soft that Rachelle was afraid that if she wasn’t careful she would end up with a humiliating waddle. She found with her new heavier thighs and lack of physical activity she was feeling very out of shape. She felt like she was winded incredibly easy and walking was getting tiring so quickly that Rachelle found it alarming, but she knew she couldn’t stop. So instead of just tiring herself walking around, Rachelle made a point of sitting down more.
And all that sitting on her ass meant that her ass got very very fat. Her prized asset became a fat mushy mess as it filled with soft blubber and coated itself in cellulite. Rachelle hated it. She hated the way her heart shaped ass became a lumpy lard ass, a chunky caboose that swayed with a mind of its own and made every step feel labored and uncomfortable. She felt like a big blubber butt, a wide load, a total fat ass, the very thing she had always hated. Every day she would grab her thickened ass with her thicker hands and cry over what she was doing with herself. And then she would go and eat her doughnuts like a good little piglet.
Rachelle’s breasts had also grown bigger, but not in a good way. Rachelle was already quite happy with the size of her breasts, and when they grew bigger they grew heavier and saggier and became an incredible burden. They hurt her back, a back that Rachelle was also unhappy to see had grown several chunky rolls.
Even Rachelle’s face got fat. She felt like she was looking at a stranger when she looked in the mirror and saw that her cheeks were getting super chubby and her chin had given way to a plump second one.
She now had the rolls for her new roll and looked the perfect part, a lazy pig, a true fat girl.
Filming the movie was hard. It involved a lot of heavy fat shaming scenes and scenes where Rachelle had to show off her fat, bloated body with extreme close ups to show off every inch of pliable, flabby flesh. During one particularly intense fat shaming scene, Rachelle had to stuff her face with food and oink like a pig while girls that looked the way she used to look play with her fat stomach and spanked her doughy ass. But it was all supposed to be worth it.
And then the movie bombed and everything came crashing down.
It turned out Rachelle was a terrible actress, and the intense fat shaming scenes were termed pure hardcore fetish fuel which, in fairness, they were. Rachelle found out later on that the director and executive producer were FAs who had seen her fat shaming rants and jumped at the chance to teach her a lesson. The movie made plenty of money for them from members of the community who loved to share and use the scenes where Rachelle was fat shamed. There were plenty of remixes combining those scenes with the slim and sexy Rachelle ranting about fat people to make it look like she was taunting herself. The whole thing ruined Rachelle’s career for good. And everyone she had ever slightly was happy to see her become a big fat failure and let her know just what a fat loser she had become.
The failure sent Rachelle into a fattening depression. No longer eating food for work, she instead ate food for comfort, and the more she ate the fatter she got which made her depression worse which meant she ate more and got even fatter. Rachelle would eat while looking in the mirror, grabbing her gut and oinking at herself, calling herself a naughty piglet, a fat lazy piggy, a sad saggy sow.
And she was.
Rachelle couldn’t be bothered to work out, and even if she did all of her sitting around and growing her blubber but meant her once stellar muscles were long gone so her days as an athlete were far behind her big behind and her days as a permanent couch potato filled her future. She was a bloated, blubbery, blubbering mess, and there was nothing she could do about it. Rachelle new that she had stuffed her face and eaten herself into obesity. And an obese hog was who she was now. The big o word was constantly in her head. She had gotten obese. She was obese. She was going to get more obese. And she was always going to be obese. Rachelle was due for a future of nothing more than pigging out and growing fatter while her wallet grew thinner, a hopeless descent into obesity and poverty at the same time.
And then the call came in.
People wanted a sequel, maybe even a series, and all she would have to do is be willing to continue getting fatter and humiliating herself. Well, Rachelle figured she was doomed to do both anyway, so she had no choice but to jump at the chance to at least make some money while doing it. So Rachelle answered the call in the specific way that the director wanted to hear her answer.
“Oink. Oink. I’m your piggy.”
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“Swim Star”
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Veronica was a swimming star, all through high school and college. In the water she was graceful and fast. It’s like she was made to do it, and her body bared that out. Her body was long and lean, lithe, just the right amount of tight wiry muscles in all the right places, honed by hours and hours of practice. It was a body that looked perfect in any kind of swimsuit and could easily put on a show in any number of glamorous outfits.
Her success, coupled with her beauty, made her very popular around campus and beyond. Veronica was frequently invited to parties. She hung on the arms of the most attractive people and held up her nose to everyone else. Her success and popularity had culminated in an extreme amount of arrogance, and the pretty privilege that she felt was very real. People cowered before her, especially those she considered to be out of shape, which, thanks to her extremely trim and athletic people, was most people.
Veronica loathed fat people especially, people who she deemed lazy and irresponsible, people to be alternately pitied and humiliated. She had little time for fat people except to sneer or make fun of them.
Her success as a swimmer was great, but it had its ceiling. Unfortunately, Olympic hopeful doesn’t always translate to Olympic athlete. In fact, most great swimmers don’t even come close. And the money for professional swimmers is an even slimmer prospect. So after college, and one last real try at the Olympics, Veronica had to realize that making a career out of the sport she had dedicated so much of her life wasn’t going to happen, and so she would need to pivot.
So, banking on her athletic figure and her popularity, Veronica became a fitness influencer and a swimsuit model. She got off to a promising start, even though some people thought she definitely came off as rude and arrogant sometimes. Thanks to her good looks, even though she wasn’t making friends, she was making some money.
There was just one problem. And it would become a big problem, a big FAT problem.
And in season female swimmer in college may consume anywhere between 4,000 and 5,000 calories a day. Veronica was one of the best and was consistently training year round which meant she was consistently consuming an insane amount of calories daily. Her body craved food, and because she was burning it all off, she didn’t care what source she got those calories from. As such, Veronica was used to constant snacking and eating a ton of junk. She was secretly a junk food junkie, and she especially loved fast food. She was a glutton for big greasy burgers loaded with toppings. It’s why she loved eating at Thick Burger so much.
Thick Burger had plenty of calorie bomb items that were more than just burgers. But they were known for their insane burgers loaded with different numbers of patties and an incredible array of toppings. If their other items were calorie bombs, their burgers were nuclear warheads.
And Veronica loved them. She couldn’t get enough of them. She ate at Thick Burger at least three to five nights a week. It was her heaven.
But Veronica couldn’t keep up her incredible appetite without maintaining her intense training regime and expect to keep the same results. Even though she did cut back somewhat, her appetite persisted, and her penchant for snacking, and most importantly, her obsessive love for Thick Burger remained. Without spending more time in the gym and pool, Veronica’s metabolism hit a wall and the pounds began to pile on.
Veronica was too vain to notice the weight gain at first. And when some of the first couple of pounds actually found their way to her breasts, the one part of her otherwise curvy body that was tiny, she was actually happy. But the positive part didn’t last long. In fact, after the initial growth, Veronica’s breasts didn’t change much accept to sag a little more as she grew more out of shape.
The truth was, Veronica was destined to be a bottom heavy girl. All those burgers made her butt blow up and out. She developed a real dump truck ass, a big wobbly dumper filled with lard and devoid of muscularity and filled with cottage cheese fat.
To outside observers, it was amazing just how flabby Veronica’s derriere became in such a short amount of time, flabby and bulbous. She was quickly becoming what her catty friends would call a wide load. Behind her bloated back, Veronica’s butt was the butt of many jokes. People knew that as it continued to thicken, Veronica’s burgeoning career as a fitness influencer was doomed to fail, and she didn’t have the attitude to convincingly pivot to the body positivity front. As the pudge packed onto her body, it was clear to the people eager to become Veronica’s former friends that she was doomed.
Her former teammates tried to get Veronica back on track at first. They were the only ones Veronica knew that were even interested in doing that. They tried to warn Veronica about what was happening. They tried to give her health and fitness advice, and most of all they tried to get her to stop going to Thick Burger. First they tried to guide her with kind words, then tough but fair words, and then teasing. They hoped that the negative reinforcement would finally push Veronica to give up Thick Burger and find here way back from fatness to fitness. But once it was clear that Veronica’s fat ass was too far gone, the teasing became too much fun to stop. Veronica’s teammates fell on the bandwagon with everyone else who loved taunting and humiliating her.
It was a fun bit of schadenfreude to watch Veronica’s perfect life go pear shaped.
And pear shaped was exactly what was happening to her body as well.
The weight widened Veronica’s hips consistently, and her once athletic swimmer’s legs developed saggy saddle bags as her muscles melted into thick, flabby, wobbling thunder thighs. One would never guess by looking at the poor shape of her fat and flabby legs, especially when combined with her chunky rear end that Veronica had ever been a near Olympic level athlete. And those thunder thighs were not the end of her growth spurt.
After her legs went soft, so did her core. Her core had been the key to her strength, it was a hard earned prized, and her abs eventually gave way and melted into pure belly butter. She grew a big jiggly pot belly, a gut with matching love handles to make the recipe for a delicious muffin top. The pot belly is what really doomed her. The other stuff she could hide with more angles, but a fitness model can’t get by from the chest up, not for long anyway. And the sight of her unseemly gut, and the knowledge of just how much and what kind of junk she was eating, doomed her career before it could even truly take off.
Sponsorships collapsed. The only people that still followed her were the ones who wanted ot see how fat she would get so they could leave all manner of brutal comments.
“She’s gotten chunky AF #FitnessPig #FittoFat #Fit2Fat #FAT”
“She really let herself go. It’s #sad and #gross #Piggy #PorkedUp”
“She used to be an athlete? She’s a fat slob! #SwimNoMore #SwimmertoSwine #SwimPig #Fatso #FatSlob #SwimSlob”
“She’s got a gut and a blubber butt! #SwimmerIsAWhale #Shamu #BlubberButt #PotBellyPig #SwimmerGut #WeightGain #Fatty”
“I want to write a story about her fat downfall! #WG #RoleReversal #Pig #AssExpansion #Belly #Pot_Belly_Girl #Jiggle #Wiggle #Wobble #Gut #Stuffed #PearShaped #PearShapedPig #Cow”
“Grossssss. #ChunkyCottageCheese #FitToChubbyToFatToOBESE #Obesity #ObeseSlob #ObeseLoser”
“How the mighty have fallen. #SwimmersGotABigButt”
“BigButt #PigGut”
The final nail in the coffin of Veronica’s influencer career was when her face inevitably bloated up. Now with a double chin and chubby cheeks, she couldn’t even do well with even higher angle shots. Plus, all that fast food had really done a number on her skin which left her looking like, as her online tormentors loved to point out, a #GreasyPig.
Her social collapse began a cycle of comfort binge eating. Thick Burger was her comfort zone and she sort it more and more often which meant that the pude packed on. The pounds piled up, and Veronica’s already bloated form blew up like a balloon. It was an endless cycle of stress seeking comfort eating and more weight gain until Veronica was settled into a life of obesity. She was unrecognizable as her former athletic self which meant that she was able to fall into relative obscurity from everyone butt her harsher critics who loved to keep her fat life miserable.
Remember the part where Veronica was bad at making friends? That came back to bit her in the big fat ass, and as her funds dried up she found her job prospects were few and far between as well. She had been thoroughly blackballed first because of her arrogance and then because of her obvious downward spiral which left many to question her ability to be a productive human being and not just a sloppy couch potato. It was like all of her drive was gone, but her needs to money remained.
This left her with only one humiliating option, and her comfort zone became her new home. She put on her ill fitting Thick Burger uniform and waddled off to work. It was a life filled with daily humiliations from all angles. Her weight never could settle down, and her fall from grace was a constant source of fodder for the people she had spent so long pissing off. She hated her new job and the humiliation and continued weight gain that inevitably came with it.
But, hey, at least the food was free.
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“Customer Satisfaction Guaranteed”
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God, I love fatties.
Love them. Love to see them rolling their fat guts and big butts on in here and stuffing their faces full of grease because they just can’t help but make absolute pigs of themselves. It’s a glorious thing to see. Being here at lunch or dinner time, it’s like a hog call. The piggies just come waddling in to get their fill, and with some of our customers it takes a lot for them to get their fill. But that’s what we’re here for, or at least what I’m here for. For other people, working at Thick Burger might just be another job, a way to get by, to make rent with maybe a little left over for spending money. But not me. Thick Burger is my passion.
Fatties are my passion. Specifically, making fatties fatter is my passion.
No. No. I can get even more specific than that. Set me up again. Kristin, what’s your passion? It’s simple. It’s watching people become fatties. The hotter they are at first, the hotter it is. I love watching people who never thought they could get fat go from hotties to piggies. That’s the best part of working here. I enjoy being a fat enabler, an unknown feeder to the masses, the one to secretly add mass to those who think themselves thin and better for it. I take that thinness from them, and I love every moment of that happening.
Sure, I love blubber any which way I can get it. But when you watch somebody who has never been fat, give in to temptation, gorge themselves into obesity- we’re talking going from fit to fat and beyond- that’s something really special. And the fitter the are- the more stereotypically hot they are- it makes the fall that much more delicious. I love skinny bitches getting fat. I mean not just the ladies either. I’m happy to watch a guy go from hunk to chunk. We get plenty of those in here. Big beefy arrogant guys who think they’re all that, and then their metabolism puts them in their place and sits them down on a nice fat ass.
But it’s the arrogant ladies who are definitely my favorite. You know who they are, the ones with the pretty privilege who aren’t used to people telling them no. They get what they want, when they want it and treat the rest of us like peasants. The world is their oyster, and we’re just all supposed to be lucky to live in it as we worship the ground they walk on. They’re the cheerleaders, the sorority sisters, the homecoming and prom queens turned big business bitches, but not in just the “if I were a man, you’d call me bold” kind of way- no the “I’m a bitch and I love being a bitch and get power from demeaning others, other women especially.” I hate those kind of entitled bitches. They think they deserve everything on a silver platter because they’re so pretty and glamorous.
And then I give them their burgers on a platter and it comes with a big fat reality check with a side of pot bellies and thunder thighs. It’s so much fun to watch their worlds collapse as they lose their precious figures and come here seeking their favorite comfort food. It’s a viscous cycle and I love it. You should see how their double chins tremble as they cry into their second milkshakes or shove a third burger into their fat faces.
I love watching them be the ones to go from the one making the fat jokes to the ones being on the receiving end. Sometimes I even slip a quiet little oink oink as I hand them their food. They always look at me in a panic, but I’m never looking directly back at them. I look past them or to the side, just going about my business. It’s cute to watch them get all paranoid. Was I making fun of them? Did I seriously just oink at them? Maybe I did. But by now all this fat, all the jokes they’ve been the butt of have shot their confidence through. They have too much anxiety to make a thing of it. Besides, maybe I didn’t oink at them. Maybe it was all in their head. Maybe it was their conscious telling them what they already know.
They’re a big fat piggy. Oink. Fucking. Oink.
They’ve turned THEMSELVES into a big fat piggy. Their greed, their laziness. It’s why they’re not hot any more. It’s why they’ll never get their slim and sexy body back. They did this too themselves and the oinking is a consequence of their actions whether from themselves or from others. They know they deserve it. This is big fat karma. This is what being fat is like. They loathe it, and I love it. I love watching those who made others suffer suffer in return as they blubber about with all their blubber.
Take my latest favorite plaything, my new co-worker, Veronica. Before she was my co-worker, Veronica. She was my regular. Veronica always loved stuffing her face here at Thick Burger. I would see her all the time. I think she used to be a swimmer or something, but not anymore. Now she’s just another desperate fatty. A greedy glutton who can’t get enough of the grease. She’s a pear shaped piggy with a big jiggly belly. She looks ridiculous in her uniform. It makes her look so incredibly hippie and hugs her thunder thighs like they’re sausages. It doesn’t do her boobs any favors either since her belly sticks out so much more the top just kind of stretches out over it. Poor thing.
I love it!
She always used to order with such a snooty attitude, and now she’s the one taking orders from others. I love the mean glances she gets from her former friends, who - and I’ve seen this- seem to just keep coming here and not being very careful with their own waistlines. They should watch out. Revenge can be very fattening. And if they aren’t careful, they’ll end up chubby as well.
And they’re never careful. This slop is so delicious and addicting that once you start coming here regularly, you just don’t stop. That’s why I’ve seen so many cheerleaders chub up, so many sorority sisters turning into sows.
And it’s why my own waistband is getting tight.
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“What If” (Part 11)
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What if she can’t eat them all?
That’s what she wonders as she stares down at the box full of a half dozen doughnuts and a thick milkshake, that’s what she needs to be able to eat tonight on her first live stream. She figured that six doughnuts was a nice number to advertise for her first feeding session, an ambitious but doable number. She figured she could even advertise her goal of working herself up to eating a full dozen in one night. That would hopefully get some excited feeders as long term subscribers who would pay extra to fund her “training” sessions.
The milkshake is from one of those kinds of subscribers. She was supposed to make it just a glass of whole milk, but then someone paid her one hundred dollars to turn it into a milkshake, and she made another twenty-seven bucks off of people who paid to vote in a poll to choose the flavor. That’s also why the milkshake is chocolate.
The first doughnut goes down easily. She’s a hungry girl who has prepared for this moment, and she decides to open her show with an adorable nibble, almost as if she’s an adorable little mouse. One nibble. Two nibbles. And then she practically unhinges her jaw like a snake to shove the entirety of the doughnut into her mouth. Its white powder covers her lips and smears her cheeks. She thinks for a brief moment that this might have been too much, but then she settles into her chewing motion, and the rest of the doughnut begins to go down smoothly. She even shows off a little by talking with her mouthful. This causes a smattering of crumbs and power to come sputtering from her mouth.
Before she moves on to the second doubt, she drinks a good portion of her milkshake. The creamy texture is perfect after the dryness of the powdered doughnuts. It lubricates her throat as she gets ready to eat her second doughnut.
This one she devours in much the same way as the first. The key difference is that this one is jelly filled, and when she crams it into her mouth, a burst of jelly comes out and strategically runs down her chin and splatters onto her cleavage. She finishes the doughnut and then makes a big show of wiping her chin clean and then using her hands to clean the jelly off her jiggling cleavage before licking it off of her fingers.
More milkshake follows. Its chocolatey nature plays well with the jelly.
The third doughnut is a little tougher. It’s a chocolate frosted that she makes sure to smear her lips and cheeks with so that she can make a further show of licking her lips clean after being a naughty little piglet. But the amount of fried dough that she has already consumed means she is beginning to slow down.
The milkshake doesn’t really help matters at all. She’s beginning to feel its heaviness now as it settles in her stomach which is rapidly growing heavier.
The fourth doughnut is a toasted coconut, chosen to give more stuff to strategically drop into her cleavage as she bites into it. It also encourages her to take smaller bites to give more time for coconut flakes to fall off of the doughnut and onto her breasts. But now she’s stuck wondering if eating slowly is the best idea or if it’s just giving her bloated stomach more time to feel full, maybe she should just power through and cram these in.
That’s what she does with the fifth doughnut, a second chocolate frosted. It’s much easier to cram into her mouth, fluffier than the more dense coconut doughnut. She nearly chokes on it with her enthusiasm, but she manage to get the whole thing down which leaves her with one doughnut and a sizeable amount of milkshake left to go.
It’s back to the milkshake. She’s a little off her rhythm now because she skipped the last round of milkshake in her eagerness to stuff a whole other doughnut in her mouth. Now she has to drink more of the milkshake to catch up. The milkshake is really beginning to weigh down her fat stomach. It lurches forward and sags heavily onto her lap. It is a turgid mass full of dough and dairy. The milkshake is fighting her. It doesn’t want to go down, but she’s determined. She’s not going to fail this first most important live stream. Everything hinges on this.
So she gets the milkshake down to one last gulp and then saves it. It’s time for a stare down with the last doughnut. As she stared at it, she thought about how far she had come, how thin she used to be, and how far she still had to go, how large and fat she was destined to become. As full as she was she was eager to shove this last doughnut into her mouth because she knew all those calories would bring her closer to her goal of being a truly tremendous cow.
The last doughnut is a Boston cream and it has been specifically chosen for this moment, the grand finale of her show. She dangles the doughnut above her head and then begins to strategically squeeze it with both hands, working its cream out until that cream oozes out of the doughnut and plops into her mouth. She sucks it all down and then squeezes the doughnut into the tightest ball she can and pushes the whole thing into her mouth. She chews. And chews. And chews. And swallows. She’s taken the whole thing in like a champ.
Then she picks up the milkshake, kills the last of it in one big gulp, and turns it over like a shot glass in a drinking competition.
She is victorious.
And then she blows a kiss to her subscribers and leaves them wanting more.
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BS Writer
Thank you. That was an experiment on my part along with Getting Fat at Thick Burger in Volume 12. That became proof to me that I could enjoy writing interconnected stories told in different ways from different point of views but tied to the same setting and make that my new continuing piece once What If ends.
Searcher
I really like how the swimmer story and the Burger Joint story are connected. Very fun and creative.
