"Three Fatties Go Out to Dinner" - PATREON EXCLUSIVE

This is a sequel to "The Fat Making Notebook Goes Out to the Ball Game".

Enjoy!

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Emily loved watching Katie eat. The way that fat girl’s blubbery arm shook as she greedily lifted yet another forkful of messy spaghetti up to her fat face was entrancing. She loved the way Katie’s doughy double chin wobbled with each messy bite and the way the sauce stained Katie’s jiggly jowls. 

She could watch Katie stuff herself for days, and when that fatty really got going it seemed like she truly could eat for days on end without stopping. It was like her big blubbery gut was a bottomless pit and any part of Katie that had once cared about doing anything else was completely replaced with the non-stop desire to pig out. Katie was always hungry now, always looking to stuff her face and fill her gut, always greedy for more. 

And Emily was happy to oblige. 

Emily would order whatever Katie wanted, and offered more than Katie asked for knowing that once Katie got going with gorging herself she would eat whatever was put in front of her. She’d watch Katie eat an entire pizza, plow through an entire sheet cake and devour a whole pan of lasagna. 

Katie, who used to be such a tight bodied hottie and an athlete, was now a natural hog. Her stomach was so stretched out and greedy and ready for anything. It wasn’t so much that she had an adventurous palette. Her palette was best described as a blank canvas waiting to be painted on. Her whole body was a massive lump of clay ready to be molded by and fattened up with whatever food she was able to get her grubby chubby hands on. All of the energy she once put into sports was now put into eating, and when she was done with her feasting she had no energy left. This meant she frequently liked to stuff herself while sitting on the couch because she could more easily recline right after.

And as much as Emily loved watching Katie stuff herself, things were even better whenever Taylor was over.

Taylor was truly titanic, large enough that, just like Katie, she had to work to squeeze her fat body through the door to the apartment. This was due to the extreme width of her hips and the thickness of the heavy saddlebags that hung from her thick thunder thighs as well as the fact that her breasts and big blubbery double belly jutted far out in front of her while her big bloated blubber butt jutted out like a broken down shelf in the back. From all dimensions, every angle, Taylor was fat and round and struggled with mobility. Chairs were not her friends, most doors were struggles. Cramming herself into cars was not something she looked forward to doing. But she was still managing to get around for now, and when she and Katie sat down to eat together it was a real hog show.

The two former athletes seemed to regain that competitive spark when they were around each other, and that meant trying to outdo each other to see who could consume the most food. The results were often messy, and in the end they usually failed to keep track of the score. Emily just knew that it was always a lot, and it was always expensive. But it was also always worth it.

As much as Emily loved to watch the two hotties turned hogs pig out at home, she loved it even more when she took them to an all you can eat buffet. For one, it was a lot cheaper. Given the amount of food that Katie and Taylor put away, the buffet had tremendous value. But more than that, she loved watching the reactions of people seeing Katie and Taylor eating, just really going to town. She loved the way Katie and Taylor’s chubby cheeks flushed with embarrassment as people gawked at them, sometimes including people they knew, when they knew they were being piggish but were powerless to avoid giving in to their desire to eat as much as they wanted. 

One particular night, Emily really helped them put on a show.

The buffet happened to be filled with members of the softball team that Katie and Taylor once played on when they were still in college. Aside from that, there were plenty of other people from college who were either still there or still living in the area just like Emily, Katie and Taylor were. So there were plenty of looks aimed at the fat trio as they waddled into the buffet. Of course, most of those looks were aimed at Katie and Taylor. Emily was certainly fat, but she was nowhere near as outrageously obese as the two fatties that flanked her. And she had also been mostly a nobody in college so people didn’t particularly pay attention to her. But they did pay attention to Katie and Taylor who were out of breath just from the short walk (well, waddle) from the car to their table.

Their bellies bobbed up and down and sway from side to side as they took each slow, ponderous step. They waddled slowly which gave people plenty of time to turn their heads and see that the pigs had answered their hog call. The whispers and laughter grew quickly, and as they passed tables cruel words were clearly audible.

“Look at those fatties.”

“Damn, they’re fulll of lard.”

“Bunch of pigs.”

“I hope they don’t put this place out of business. They look like they could eat everything in here and then some.”

“They’re so fat that their blubber guts are just like… hanging out there for everyone to see.”

“Didn’t they used to be like… hot? I remember them being hot, hot and mean.”

“Well, if that was true than it serves them right, turning into bloated hogs like these. That’s sweet karma for you.”

“Speaking of sweet, they both look like they could absolutely hose a cake all by themselves.”

“Hell yeah. They’re some real fatsos.”

“A bunch of pigs.”

“Oink. Oink.”

As much as people were whispering, laughing, pointing and looking at Katie and Taylor ( and to an extent Emily), Emily was even more eager to see their reactions once Katie and Taylor really started to chow down.

She readied five chairs, one for her and two each for Katie and Taylor, and went to get the first round of plates filled with food, greasy fattening food.

Emily went heavy right away. She stacked the plates with prime rib, real fatty cuts. We’re talking buffet prime rib so real cheap greasy meat slopped with gravy, and she served with huge piles of mashed potatoes swimming in butter and even more gravy. There was so much gravy that the plates were practically spilling over, and Emily did in fact get plenty on her chubby fingers. The plates of prime rib and potatoes barely resembled what they were and looked much more like big heaping platefuls of pig slop, fitting for the two hungry hogs that were set to devour it all.

And devour is exactly what they did. They tore into the prime rib, splattering gravy all over their sweaty t-shirts. And they shoved spoonful after spoonful of messy mashed potatoes into their greedy mouths which inevitably left dollaps of it dropping into their cleavage which they fished out with grease stained fingers.

Before they were even finished, Emily, who had eaten a much smaller but still sizable portion, was already back with plates of chicken parm served with piled up spaghetti and meatballs. Those plates went down even quicker than the prime rib which served as a greasy warmup. Soon tomato sauce mingled with the gravy on their chubby cheeks and on their shirts. Cheese clung to their many chins. They were already breathing heavily, snorting as they ate greedily, and people around them were taking notice.

“Geez. What fat slobs.”

“They even sound like pigs.”

“No wonder they got so damn fat they’re human Hoovers. They’re inhaling that food.”

“They’re just going to keep getting fatter and fatter.”

“They can’t help themselves.”

“This is what they want. They could stop at any time.”

“Can they?”

“You really think they’re going to put in the work doing diet and exercise anytime soon?”

“They’re obese slobs.”

“Helpless hogs.”

“Fat.”

“Pathetic.”

“Pigs.”

By the time those plates were polished off, Emily was back yet again.

This time she brought with her the previous plates but now piled high with buttered noodles, the perfect vessel for all of that extra gravy. Katie and Taylor slurped those noodles down, long past the point of self-consciousness and focused solely on the act of consumption. The buttered noddles went down easy, and Emily was quick to bring the next plates which included more meats, honey glazed ham and thick sliced roast turkey with even more gravy. Katie and Tayor dug into that plate as well and ate and ate and ate until they were extremely bloated and starting to groan from all the food they were eating. But they still had room for a plate of lasagna each which they dutifully devoured much to Emily’s amusement.

After that it was time for dessert.

The two fatties were big fat gluttons, but even they had their limits. So dessert only consisted of two thick slices of chocolate cake each and a plate piled with cookies. The decadent cake took a white to plow through, but the two well trained pigs were able to get it down. And then the cookies crumbled easily. Many of those crumbs ended up in their cleavage like so much other food debris as a result of their piggish dining habits. To soothe their overtaxed stomachs, Katie and Taylor each indulged in a small helping of vanilla ice cream, and then, because there’s always room for it, they each had a small bowl of Jello.

Satisfied and with stretched out stomachs that spilled out from under their shirts and onto their fat laps, Katie and Taylor let out a series of burps as Emily rubbed their big blubbery bellies.

“I’m so proud of you piggies.”

The former athletes could only nod and snort, too exhausted from their feasting to manage much more than that. They sat there for a long while to digest as the two chairs each that they were sitting on creaked under their bloated body weight.

Eventually, it was time to waddle home and take a long nap before waking up ready to eat again.