SUGGESTION CALL! And TEASER! Suggest a Fattening Carnival Fortune and More!

I need more fattening forutnes for the "A Carnival of Fattening Fortunes 2". I'd like suggestions of carnival based fortunes that could lend to fun fattening scenes.

(Things I have used: fried dough, house of mirrors, freak show fat lady, cotton candy, rollercoaster.) Anything else is fair game. Suggest in a comment and I might write it.

NOW A TEASER!

Remember how I said I used a rollercoaster? That's a bit of a misnomer. I am USING a rollercoaster in the first story I have started "A Rollercoaster of Fat".

Here's that teaser:

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Melody was a nasty little minx. She was perfectly petite and a known yo-yo dieter. Lots of people have their weight fluctuate, and that’s perfectly fine and normal. The problem was that Melody was an incredible hypocrite. When she was at her slimmest, she was always keen to mock others. She loved belittle people who were even the least bit heavy, making fun of them for being greedy or lazy, for not having control.

And then Melody would routinely eat herself into a big pair of fat pants herself and try to hide away from the world. Whether it was using flattering angles on social media, girdles and other elaborate body shapers, or just straight avoiding people, Melody would feel the sting of humiliation until she finally got herself back into shape, and after that, after feeling all the judgment of others, especially those she used to mock taking their revenge, Melody would go right back to her old ways as soon as she got ot her old weight.

It was like she never learned a thing.

In fact, if anything, Melody seemed to treat her fat time as a reasoning for her cruelty when she was slim and sexy. If people were going to make her miserable when she was porked up, she was going to make sure to work extra hard putting people down when she was back in her prime.

And when she was in her prime, Melody was extremely sexy.

She was a short stack snack, at 5’1, she had ridiculous curves, big supple breasts and a large ass that would not quit. When she worked hard, her body was in extreme shape, slim thicc and full of powerful muscle. Before Melody had begun her yo-yo dieting experience, she had been an athlete throughout high school and college, doing an array of sports and cheer and frequenting the weight room. In her prime, this meant a trim waist and six-pack abs with lean muscular arms pair with a booty that effortlessly filled out her booty shorts, stretching the fabric something fierce while seeming to defy gravity. And she had thighs that looked like they could crack a watermelon.

But real life got in the way after college, and work schedules were not conducive to workout schedules. Work also meant stress, and stress meant an increased need to party even harder on weekends. And work plus hangovers plus lack of time equaled lots of quick and greasy meals. The quick and greasy meals became habit forming and stretched her stomach and therefore her appetite which led to more snacking between those large meals which led to more pounds piling on. Melody kept her athletes appetite, and grew it even larger, while losing her other athletic habits, and so she became quite a fatty.

And Melody was a petite woman, so when she got plump, she turned into a great big ball of pudge. Any pounds clinged to her body and were quickly and extremely noticeable.

Her belly would grow especially big, quickly jutting out in a race to outpace her breasts which grew softer and saggier but not much bigger. Her belly packed on the blubber and became the star of the show. She would inevitably cram herself into girdles like a short, extra plump sausage in a casing that was pressed to its limits, but girdles could only do so much for so long, and Melody frequently found herself on the embarrassing end of a few wardrobe malfunctions.

Melody’s perfect ass would also get all mushy, growing bigger and heavier and losing her precious muscle tone as it became a flabby mass that sagged behind her and weighed her down. It was sad for so many to watch those lovely balloons deflate and yet fill with fat that made them extra squishy. Melody was also the kind of woman who enjoyed wearing leggings, especially when she was on the heavier side and they were one of the few things that fit, and when her ass was at its fattest it stretched those leggings so hard that the pattern of her cellulite was clearly visible.

Her ass wasn’t the only thing that suffered from cellulite when she was fat. Melody’s thighs also gained lots of cellulite when they got chunky. Her thighs would explode from thick but sexy with muscle into flabby thunder thighs whose fat slapped together when she walked, damn near waddling, around. Her thighs would end up looking tremendously unathletic and she would be left moving far slower. Part of that was because her pride made her force herself to walk in a more dignified way without giving in and just becoming a lazy waddle which her thighs very much wanted to do.

At her fattest, Melody did her best to vainly keep herself together. Her pictures became more carefully curated, especially selfies which she always made sure to take from the highest angles possible to avoid showing off the double chin that would come and visit her when her face was at its plumpest. And a lot of contouring was done to hide the state of her chubby cheeks. But makeup, angles, and tricks with a variety of filters could only hide things for so long, and especially after late nights of hard partying and even harder snacking, Melody’s face would look extremely bloated, and when she ate a lot she would like positively piggish with the way her fat double chin wobbled with each greedy bite.

Even Melody’s arms would look out of shape when she was at her fattest. At her thinnest, Melody’s biceps were a point of pride, but when she was carrying a lot of extra weight on them, her bingo wings were something that Melody definitely wished she could hide. Her arms were often the last part of her to really gain weight and the hardest to keep hidden.(She hated stretching out sleeves like her arms were sausages.) So when those plumped up to a noticeable degree, Melody usually considered that to be her rock bottom and the time to whip herself back into shape.

Remarkably, Melody always seemed to manage to do that. Her old habits wer hidden but never gone, and when she worked to find the time to dedicate to the gym, her previously athletic body awoke from its food coma and got going once again. She found diet and discipline, and soon the fat melted away and the muscles returned.

But fat cells just shrink. They don’t disappear forever.

And bad habits are easier than good.

So slim Melody would slip.

And fat Melody would return.

Thus the cycle would continue.

But it would not be fat Melody that entered the carnival today. It was slim and sexy Melody, the vain vixen, the insufferable bitch. She was the petite queen with the perfect body.

And she was perfectly unaware that while slim and sexy Melody had come to the carnival, fat Melody would be the one leaving it.

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