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Fattest Tuesday Week is Here! Schedule and Teasers
🕑 Added 2024-02-11 16:16:29 +0000 UTCFattest Tuesday Week is Here!
It has finally arrived, the week of Fattest Tuesday, and, therefore, a week of posting every day! Content all the time! Get excited because this week I’ll be dropping more content than ever.
Coming up this week will be: “The Scales of Time” Chapters 5 and 6! Two volumes of “Fat Trimmings”, a new volume of “Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts” (Couples Edition), the start of a brand new longer term story “Bad Influence” as voted on by patreon patrons! “Nightmare Pigs” Chapter 3 is coming. And, I’ll be dropping a new commissioned piece entitled “Best of Intentions, Worst of Results”
So much content!
You want more? How about an exact schedule for the week and teasers for each day? Let’s do that!
Monday (2/12):
Tomorrow I will be dropping Chapter 5 of “The Scales of Time”. It is a Vivian focused chapter where we learn more about what is going on in her head and her family’s machinations. She also has a run in with another character that we met in Chapter 4.
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Sabrina let out a deep belly wobbling laugh that sent a shiver up Vivian’s spine.
“You have your challenge coming up. Are you sure you’re truly ready for the contest?”
Now it was Vivian’s turn to cackle. The question posed to her practically had her doubling over in laughter.
“Are you serious? Against Julie? Lady, you haven’t seen my competition, but trust me. She is no competition.”
“I wouldn’t be so full of yourself girl, lest you end up becoming very full indeed.”
Vivian’s hands instinctively flew to her rock hard abs and assured her that they were still as firm as ever. She stood up even straighter to overcorrect for the puncture that remark had done to her confidence and pride.
“Are- are you kidding me right now? Fuck you, Fatso.”
Sabrina responded with a soft, curt laugh and a shake of her head.
“I know you, girl. I see you better than you see yourself. And I just don’t think you have the drive to overcome a real challenge. You’ve just heard yes your whole life. Believe me, at the first sign of adversity, you will crumble. And once you crumble, you will-”
A flash filled Vivian’s mind and for a moment everything went white.
When she looked down she saw her entire body was inflating like a balloon. She could see her hands held out in front of her as they bloated into chubby mitts with sausage fingers. She could feel her skin stretching as it filled with lard. Her toned arms became weak, fat limbs with wobbling bingo wings. Her legs grew thick with flab. They became flabby thunder thighs covered in cellulite.
Vivian began to panic. What was happening to her perfect body?
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Tuesday (2/13):
It’s Fattest Tuesday proper! Huzzah!
Two celebrate, I’ll be dropping Volume 11 of “Fat Trimmings” in the morning and Volume 12 of “Fat Trimmings” in the afternoon.
Last week, I already shared teasers from most of the stories in Volume 11, so here’s what I’ve got coming up in Volume 12.
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“Immobile”
You fat pig. Look at you. Just looking at a piece of food is enough to add the pounds onto your pudgy frame.
It’s disgusting. You’re disgusting and you should feel…. Disgusted.
Do you, Piggy? Do you feel how fucking fat you are, with your gigantic doughy belly? It must be so fat that it’s hard to breathe. It just surges out in front of you, this tremendous spare tire, this globular hanging gut over any pants that you try to wear. It always needs to make an appearance. There is no top in the world that will be containing your muffin top. How pitiful it is to have such a huge jiggly pot belly. How embarrassing it must be to be you.
“Teacher Butt”
She’s got that teacher butt, that big fat teacher butt, the kind of butt that happens when you spend too much of your time sitting behind the desk.
Sit behind your desk and get a big behind. That’s the curse of the teacher butt. Gott keep on standing up if you don’t want to get that big fat teacher butt. And she’s gotten too lazy. She used to be so slim, athletic. She was the kind of girl who used to have a figure and a metabolism that she always figured she could count on.
She counted wrong.
Too many class parties. Too many cupcakes. Not enough gym time. Not enough movement period. So now that tight body is going to pot.
“Getting Fat at Thick Burger”
God, I’m getting so fat. I used to be such a slim hottie. And now…. Now look at this gut! Just look at it. It’s so freaking big and soft. I can feel it whenever I move around. It’s such a heavy, saggy, weight. Whenever I move, it swings itself around, a big jiggling mess announcing its presence. I can’t stop feeling it, squeezing it, prodding it, jiggling it. It’s just so damn pliable and so far from what it used to be.
Look at how fat it’s gotten! How fat I’ve gotten! And you know I wasn’t always this way? Let me tell you about it.
“From Author to Subject”
“That’s right. Get on all fours for me, Piggy and eat that cake,” Carl barked at his pet with a voice that was filled with both lust and dominance.
Alana did as she was told. She was his now, his pet, his piggy. She was a far cry from the stuck up- confident skinny bitch of a woman that she was when they first met. Back then she had rejected him for being too fat. Now she dwarfed him in size and would do anything to please him, including getting on all fours and eating an entire sheet cake with just her face like the pig that she had become. She enthusiastically shoved her face into the cake, oinking like she knew her master would want.
“That’s right. From hard body to hog. It’s quite the sight. Prom Queen to pig. You deserve this, don’t you?”
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“Yeah. They should like that,” Annie thought as she stopped typing and closed her laptop.
“Is it good writing? Who fucking cares? These people will pay me for anything if I put the word piggy in it enough times.”
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Annie took to writing weight gain stories with a fervor. And to separate herself a bit more, she didn’t just write any weight gain stories. Her specialty was in degradation, the hot girl turned pig type of genre. She loved to get mean. It was easy to start, she’d just take the names of some of the prettier and more popular girls from her high school and college days and enjoy the idea of these pretty, petty bitches getting super fat and having them get aroused by being called pigs.
At first, Annie had a clear rule. Like any good drug dealer, she didn’t get high off her own supply. She simply wrote stories about abs turning to flab, and tight asses becoming blubber butts. She published some quick e-books. She started picking up commission work, and she used that commission work to fill her patreon with content to attract more patrons. It was a pretty steady cycle with hopeful monetary growth.
But as her work output grew, and the money she was making grew, so did her own desires. She couldn’t help but be turned on by what it was she was writing, and by all of the other stuff that she was reading in the name of research. She had always been a rather trim woman, someone who had been trained her whole life to consider fat people as weak, lazy, ugly, people to be looked down upon. And she admitted to having said her fair share of unkind words. But she began to wonder… what would it be like to live life like one of her characters? To just let it all go and do whatever she wanted? Eat whatever she wanted?
What if she just did it?
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Both volumes of “Fat Trimmings” will also feature parts of my continuing feature “What If?”
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Wednesday (2/14)
Happy Valentine’s Day! In keeping with the holiday, I’ll be releasing a couple of pieces. That’s right! Two days in a row of two posts a day! I’m like a Batman villain!
Anyway, exclamation points aside, here’s what’s coming on Wednesday: In the morning I’ll be releasing the first chapter of “Bad Influence”, a story about a vain social media influencer who has fallen on some hard times and needs to rely on an unlikely partnership for health. This will have weighty consequences.
“Bad Influence” originally featured as an exclusive Patreon only story in “Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts” Volume 4, and my patrons voted to turn it into a full length story.
Speaking of “Exclusive Cuts”, I’ll be dropping a Valentine’s Days edition (Volume 5) in the afternoon. This will feature three stories: “Heartbreak Makes a Hog”, “A Couple of Couples Pounds” and “Making the Dough”.
Here are the teasers for everything coming on Wednesday:
“Bad Influence”
“Seriously? Look at me, I’m gorgeous.”
Claudia wasn’t lying. She had a stereotypically hot body, a slim hourglass figure complete with a trim waist and flat tummy. Any curves that she had were curves in all the right places including a cute heart shaped ass that had people’s jaws dropping to the floor whenever she walked by. She had long lean legs that contributed to her model quality strut. She was all confidence and ego, a tremendous brat with a great body, a cunning brain, and a bad attitude.
“You think that someone as slim, and sexy as me would ever go to prom with a fat loser like you. I’m going to be Prom Queen. I can’t possibly be with a big fat slob like you.”
Claudia was looking down at Reggie, the stereotypical fat nerd of her school, a guy known for wearing nothing but jerseys, partly because they represented the sports teams he was into but mostly because they did a decent job accommodating his large size. He was well known around school for being a total simp for Claudia, following her around like a trained puppy, doing her homework and what not. Currently, the poor guy was caught at the losing end of one of those stupidly elaborate promposals.
“I’m perfect, the kind of girl that makes friends and influences people, who gets whatever she wants.”
And with a crowd now gathered around the two eighteen year olds, Claudia was dead set on doing what she did best, which was putting on a show. She bent over and put her hand on Reggie’s shoulder while he was still down on one knee and then shook her tight ass for the other bystanders to see and enjoy.
“I mean, seriously Reggie, look at you. You’re a big fat lazy pig. For somebody who claims to like sports so much, you’re certainly not athletic. You’re just a big fat sack of crap, a lazy wide load loser. You’re nothing like me. I actually care about my body. I work hard at it. That’s why I’m pretty and popular, and you’re a desperate pervy loser who does my homework whenever I ask. It’s just so easy for hot girls like me to have fat losers like you tied around my skinny little finger.”
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From “Fat Trimmings: Exclusive Cuts” Volume 5:
“Heartbreak Makes a Hog”
Richard had always been the fat one in their relationship. His now ex-wife, Penelope had always been the glamorous one, the slim and sexy one, the more put together of the pair. Theirs was a marriage that Richard had hoped had love in it but, he had to eventually admit, was more about show.
Richard had known Penelope since high school. He had always been the fat loser, and she had always been the skinny popular bitch. So once Richard got out of college and became filthy rich through a tech startup he had gotten started in his dorm room as well as a few other tremendously shrewd investments and along with several incredibly high paying crazy long parlays on several sports betting sites, he didn’t think twice when a woman as smoking hot as Penelope came a calling. He knew she was a filthy gold digger, and he also figured she would make an excellent trophy wife at least until they could learn the best of each other and form a true, loving relationship.
Then, Penelope left Richard for her tennis instructor, Chad in what was the most cliche turn of events that Richard could think of. So now he could think of only one other thing, revenge. And he knew exactly what his revenge was going to be.
He was going to make Penelope and Chad into fat, broke, slobs. He’d turn them into big, broke, pigs.
“A Couple of Couples Pounds”
Darla and Susanne loved each other very much. They were a perfect couple in many ways. They were madly in love from high school on and had shared interest in so many things. They loved cooking and biking and hiking and watching cheesy romantic comedies and sci-fi action flicks together. They were swimmers, and theatre lovers. They enjoyed weekly date nights where they tried new places to eat. Life was perfect for them.
The only hiccup came once they got out of college and had to find actual jobs and pay actual bills instead of coasting on their parents' money. And they did. They were hard working individuals. It’s just that all of the work left them extremely tired which meant a lot of their more active hobbies began to fall by the wayside replaced by long nights of cuddling and movie watching and snacking.
They still made sure to keep the weekly date night thing going, and they loved to try new foods together, something that would have a predictable effect.
“Making the Dough”
Ali loved her husband, David, and he loved her. They were the kind of couple that talked things out and supported each other. They were the envy of all of their friends, a slim and attractive couple that seemed to have it all.
But David had a dream. He wanted to own a bakery. It was a dream of his since childhood, and before settling down and working on starting their own family, Ali and David decided that this was their best time to follow David’s dream. So David quit his marketing job, and Ali scaled back her hours at work as an accountant so that she could help David with his books. And she also took on a second job.
She became David’s official taste tester.
Thursday (2/15):
Thursday sees the return of Scarlet and chapter 3 of “Nightmare Pigs”. It’s the prim and proper Bethany Richardson’s turn to get what’s coming to her.
Bethany reached a tentative hand out and placed it down on the blanket. She could sense the heavy breathing of someone underneath it, but just one… large someone. Both of Bethany’s hands pressed against the crumb covered blanket, feeling the softest of the comforter but also of something else. It felt like she was pawing at a giant sponge as if there was one person underneath here, one incredibly fat person.
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The woman started to snort, and her fat face jiggled. She was a jowly pig of a woman, but for a moment she opened her eyes and Bethany could see.
“Cy-Cynthia?”
The eyes that looked back at her were Cynthia’s now beady and partly hidden behind her overly chunky cheeks. And in those eyes there was a moment of helplessness and fear that drifted into a sinister sneer and then a docile calm before slipping back to sleep. Bethany could see it all.
What she didn’t see was the deep purple smoke billowing out from underneath her own bed.
Friday (2/16)
“The Scales of Time” Chapter 6 drops on Friday! The contest between Julie and Vivian finally begins!
Want a teaser for it? You’ll have to wait until later this week when I drop it for patrons only.
Saturday (2/17)
Fattest Tuesday week concludes with a complete one shot story commissioned by one of my patreon patrons (Who get special discounts on commissions.)
This story is called “Best of Intentions, Worst of Results”
Hollie was a hot bitch.
She was, beyond doubt, an incredible smoke show with a tall hourglass figure that made people fall head over heels for her. She was a svelte yet curvy goddess with a trim waist, generous breasts, and a heart-shaped ass that had people drooling over it. Beneath her power suits were powerful arms paired with long athletic legs and a set of six pack abs. She was undeniably hot.
Hollie was also undeniably a bitch. She ruled the office with an iron fist, barking orders at her subordinates and making known to everyone how inferior they were to her. She especially loved making fun of the office fat girls, especially the secretaries that she deemed were pigs, hogs really, or cows. She would tauntingly oink and moo at them, but her confidence and power shook those poor fat women to their core and made them afraid to say anything to anyone else which of course kept Hollie in power, and allowed her to remain confident in maintaining her bullying ways.
Lara was the exact opposite, not in looks, but in demeanor. In the look department, Lara was conventionally attractive in her own right even if she didn’t have the exact supermodel athlete body as Hollie did, but she was a trim woman with an abundance of style, and if she was in the room with pretty much anyone other than Hollie, she was probably the most attractive person in that room.
And she was also a far nicer person, kind to everyone she met and always a shoulder for others to cry on. And carrying that constant burden led Lara to one conclusion.
Hollie had to be stopped.
And Lara was going to do it.
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That’s everything for Fattest Tuesday Week. In total, I’ll be dropping a grand total of 8 new pieces over the course of 6 days. That’s a hell of a lot of content. Plus I’ll probably be dropping a few surprises along the way.
I hope you will enjoy it all! I know I’m enjoying it already.
BS
