"Fame to Fat Fortune"

My "Fattening Fortunes" series of stories is typically reserved for my "Extra Slice" Anthology which is an exclusive collection for Even More BS Patrons which can be found right HERE.

But this fine story, of over 3,000 words, is for everyone. It's a nice glimpse into the world and workings of Madame Zara and the kind of comeuppance that comes for the vain who have their fortunes told and changed by her.

Enjoy!

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Elodie looked forward to having her fortune read. The vain actress was a superficial and superstitious starlet whose gig as a soap opera vixen was starting to become a launching point to other roles. Major commercials were contacting her which was nice and all, but the real prestige came when she started to get small but meaningful film roles in projects that were designed to be stepping stones to better paying and more prestigious gigs. She was close to hitting the big time and wanted assurances from a fortune teller that she was right about her star being on the ascent. 

And Madame Zara was going to tell her just how big she was going to get. 

With ego already inflated from all her recent success, and a lifetime of having a fantastic figure that helped to earn her that success, Elodie eagerly walked into Madame Zara’s stall. Of course, Madame Zara could sense Elodie’s arrogance from a mile away, and she could see just how cruel the vain vixen was and would become if she was allowed to achieve the kind of success that she was looking for. 

So Madame Zara cut the cards accordingly to cut arrogant Elodie down to size. 

“A blossoming career will lead to big things in your future and a shrinking ego.”

Elodie didn’t know what the hell that last part meant, but she was very happy with the bit about a blossoming career and big things happening because she had no idea that fattening fortunes were a thing. Had she known that she probably would have read something very different into the rather on the nose wording and felt quite differently about the whole affair. 

But she didn’t, so she didn’t. Instead, Elodie just got fat. 

The pounds snuck up on her at first. She started snacking just a bit more, imperceptible of a change at first. But soon she really started craving chocolate, then cookies. Then she got really into salty snacks like potato chips and pretzels. After that her meals just started generally getting bigger bit by bit. 

The first part of Elodie to fatten up was her belly. Her trim tummy became a tubby one fairly quickly. Elodie’s firm stomach became soft and squishy and surged forward as a stubborn mound of jiggly belly fat fueled by all of the empty calories she had been consuming. Her belly gained blubber quickly and went from a small bit of softness to a full pot belly that hung over the waistband of her pants or made her dresses look embarrassingly. tight. It blew up so fast ahead of the rest of her that people began to think she was pregnant. 

Producers on the soap opera that she worked on hoped she was pregnant. And writers on the show wrote accordingly. When it became clear that Elodie’s belly was just from binging on junk food and that she wasn’t going to pop out a baby and magically lose weight quickly like a Hollywood starlet is expected to, her character was written off the show as traveling somewhere else to give birth and raise her child. The producers promised Elodie that they were open to her potentially returning someday, and they claimed that they were only getting rid of her character for now because they wanted to focus on other storylines, but Elodie new the truth.

Her pot belly had cost her money.

She shook her gut that day, grabbed the flabby flesh with both hands and lifted it up and down, pinched it hard, slapped it, cursed herself. Elodie swore she would do better even as her teeth tore off the wrapper of another candy bar. She sunk her teeth into chocolate and headed off to the gym.

It turns out going to the gym that day was a terrible idea.

The whole thing was a nightmare.

At the gym was where it became obvious to all those who might have thought Elodie was pregnant that she was just chubby. Her plush bely bounced up and down with every step, and when she got on the treadmill, the jiggling was unreal. And it wasn’t even just her bouncing pot belly that made her feel extremely self conscious, the tight leggings that she wore, stretched out by the new girth that had filled up her thighs, now showcased new gains that people might not have readily noticed before. And, just like with her tubby tummy, the treadmill brought greater attention to this new softness.

As Elodie ran on the treadmill, she felt her thighs slapping together. And anybody walking by could clearly see the way her thick thigh fat slapped together as she pathetically tried to run. Her ass cheeks bounced and slapped along with them. They were still delicious and juicy, but they had also clearly gained some newfound softness, and with that softness came new sag. Even Elodie’s breasts had a little extra bounce to them, though she was disappointed that they were clearly not growing as fast as the rest of her. They only grew enough to make her feel more uncomfortable.

Even Elodie’s arms felt weaker and were clearly softer. She wasn’t even using them much while on the treadmill. In fact, she quickly found herself stuck just simply holding on to the railings instead of having them swing along with her stride. And as her workout left her more winded she found herself clinging to the railings with more desperation. 

Elodie was soon a sweaty mess. Even worse, it was clear that she was getting tremendously out of shape. Her breathing was heavy, and she felt ashamed. She could feel people staring at her, people who had recognized her from tv, and she was suddenly cursing the small amount of the fame she had achieved and the ridicule that it was now opening her up to. Before, she could have just been a regular out of shape woman trying to lose a few stubborn pounds. She might have been applauded for her efforts.

But now she was a celebrity who had let herself go, a vain vixen who suddenly wasn’t so slim and sexy anymore. She was shattered perfection and people who recognized her reveled in the schadenfreude.

She could hear them whispering.

“Isn’t she on tv?”

“Didn’t she used to be hot?”

“I mean, she’s still kinda hot.”

“She’s kinda chubby is what you mean.”

“She’s not THAT fat.”

“Yeah, but that still means fat.”

“She really let herself go.”

“I think she’s still going.”

“Yeah. Who does she think she’s kidding?”

“She better be careful, or she’s going to end up a real chunker.”

“What an oinker.”

“She deserves it.”

“Skinny bitch to fat pig. Love to see it.”

Elodie’s chest began to feel tight, and it wasn’t just from being winded by the exercise. The anxiety was beginning to boil up inside her. It was a feeling she had made so many others endure with her own cruel comments and judgmental stares, and now it was happening to her.

She staggered off the treadmill and doubled over as she caught her breath, and as she did so her dangling belly continued to do a large amount of wobbling. Even when she stood up and stood still it still jiggled for a moment before finally settling down. 

The feeling sickened her.

And the warmth that spread across her neck like a wild fire as she felt the judgmental stares of vultures glaring at her fat ass made her eager to leave. The formerly fit actress turned around and, with blubber butt bouncing and fat thighs slapping together, she made her way out of the gym. As she did so, Elodie was painfully aware of every bit of jiggling that her body was doing along with the stares that followed her out the door and the laughter that rang in her ears.

After that humiliating trip to the gym, Elodie’s formerly perfect life really began to spiral downward. She hit the comfort food extremely hard, especially the ice cream. Sweet treats involving ice cream became her biggest weakness, whether it was chain eating ice cream sandwiches, double fisting fudge dunked ice cream bars or sitting down in front of her television at night and eating an entire pint of ice cream. The containers were beginning to pile up. One of Elodie’s favorite things to do was to dig into the container of ice cream, top it off with whipped cream, finish the container, and then fill that container with whipped cream again and eat the whole thing.

She’d start and finish with generous sprays of whipped cream right into her mouth of course. She filled her chubby cheeks with sweet cream until she looked like a chubby chipmunk.

Elodie hated herself. She hated what she was becoming and her total lack of control, but she also couldn’t help it. She couldn’t stop eating. It was like the food called out to her.

It wasn’t just ice cream. Elodie found herself stuffing her fattening face with all manners of sweet things. The cookies and cakes that she was eating continued to grow in their variety. And she found that she never kept a cake or pie for very long. What once would have lasted her at least a week started to last only two or three days. She would buy a pie in the afternoon and by the dessert after dinner the next day it was gone. Soon she would buy one and eat the entire thing throughout the evening, starting it just after dinner and constantly walking back to it until it was finished as an indulgent midnight snack. Eventually, it became not uncommon for Elodie to buy a pie, plop her fat ass down onto her couch, and work her way through the entire thing in one sitting. She wouldn’t even bother to slice into it. Hell, she barely bother with a fork. Sometimes, especially if she ended up dropping the fork on the floor, Elodie would just stick her hand in and scoop the pie into her mouth.

She was so close to just shoving her face into the pie and eating it like a pig.

And Elodie often did her whipped cream trick with the empty pie tin as well. She would fall into a routine: Spray her mouth full of whipped cream. Spray the cream on the pie. Eat the pie. Fill the pan with whipped cream. Eat it. Finish with another spray of whipped cream. It was a delicious and fattening routine.

Desserts weren’t the only thing Elodie craved. She loved savory foods as well and developed an incredible lust for fried chicken. She especially loved pieces that were somehow simultaneously greasy and crispy at the same time. She would tear into the crispy skin and let the grease dribble down her chins. She would greedily suck every ounce of meat that she could off their bones. She also loved to eat deli meats, she found herself craving sandwiches, and even when she didn’t have all the material on hand, she would often find herself standing in front of her fridge, fat gut spilling over the waistband of her grease stained sweatpants, and stuffing her fat face with deli meat slices right out of the package, sometimes she would take the dip to slather those slices with condiments like mustard or mayo, but often she just crammed meat into her mouth and then chased it by sucking mayonnaise off her fingers.

Eloide was becoming a fat animal, and she knew it.

She was making a constant pig of herself, stuffing her face, making a mess, and becoming fatter and fatter by the day. She was completely out of control, and her body was ballooning.

Her once vaunted abs became a great big sagging gut, the ultimate symbol of her incredible gluttony. Her thunder thighs grew thicker and pressed together until her sultry strut was turned into a slow awkward waddle. Her toned turned flabby legs became covered in cellulite that also blanketed her blubbery butt. That butt grew exponentially because of the amount of sitting that the formerly fit actress was doing. As Elodie’s once slim and sexy and now big and blubbery body grew along with her greedy appetite, so did her laziness. Elodie was certainly not going to allow herself to be seen at the gym again, and as the weight kept piling on, any kind of physical activity became more difficult for her.

As a result of Elodie’s expanding figure and increasing laziness, her career continued to tank. 

Until it didn’t. 

The most surprising thing began to happen to Elodie. Her agent started calling again. She was getting offers! She was getting more offers than she had previously been receiving! It looked like her career might actually be in for a massive turn around.

Of course, there was a big fat downside.

The roles that Elodie was being offered were less than glamorous. She was cast as the fat friend, as the big fat loser, the fat janitor or lunch lady, the butt of all the jokes. She’d get to play angry fat lady sometimes where she at least got to appear domineering like she used to be, but the punchline was always how fat and gross she was and how she would eventually receive her humiliating comeuppance. People paid good money to laugh at her now, and the sad thing was that Elodie had to keep taking the gigs if she wanted paychecks to cash. If she didn’t have to be a fat maid for real, she would have to put up with playing one on tv.

She had become Hollywood’s cash cow.

It was like people enjoyed getting to cast her in humiliating fat girl roles. It was like everyone she had ever stepped on on her way up the career ladder now got to take their revenge. Every slight that she had ever given was returned in kind, and it was not pretty. Elodie had long since stopped going to the gym, but a fat person humiliating herself at the gym was one of her go to roles. She was made to look extra sweaty and was forced to act winded which didn’t require much acting come the second or third take. And that wasn’t even the worst of it. It was the fat slob rolls she got that were the worst. She had to do some truly disgusting things.  It was like she was forced to relive her worst nightmares over and over and over again, nightmares that kept getting worse the fatter she got.

The other thing was, while her profile was bigger than ever- both literally and in Hollywood terms- and she was getting more work than ever- funny fat girl parts didn’t exactly pay a lot of money. She was getting more work but working for less than before, and her bills were getting more expensive. Getting fatter meant that Elodie had to completely change her wardrobe, which she kept growing out of, several times. And that’s to say nothing about her ever increasing food bill. As she appetite grew along with her bloated waistline, so did her regular food bill. It wasn’t just grocery shopping- where she filled up her cart with tons of junk food- it was her incredible need to eat out. Sure, she ate a lot of cheap and greasy fast food, but Elodie couldn’t stop herself from indulging in every kind of restaurant in her neighborhood.

Elodie tried what she could to manage her extravagant expenses. She sold all of her fancy designer clothes that she knew she would never fit into ever again. (This was after ripping through several outfits while trying in vain to relive her glory days.) She sold her car and downgraded to a cheaper used model that already smelled like stale fast food before she filled it with her own collection of wrappers and other containers. She was becoming a sad fat slob all on her own.

And the worst part was that Elode knew that if she didn’t want to be a poor fat slob, she would have to find an additional revenue stream. So she did the only thing she could think to do. 

She became a fat fetish model.

Elodie found herself regularly degrading herself for the camera, eating turns of food, wearing humiliating outfits, oinking on stream. She would do anything people would pay her to do. She would even take on custom scripts from people if they paid her enough money. That became a major driving force for her business. People would pay for the food that she ate. They would pay her and provide the scripts to perform with which allowed for more videos to be made with less labor time dedicated to having to actually come up with concepts. And that was a benefit all on its own. Elodie was much happier when she had other people telling her how to debase and humiliate herself rather than coming up with what to do to humiliate herself for her money.

She would frequently shake her ass for money. She would point her blubbery butt toward the camera and clap her chunky cheeks together. Her big belly would bounce up and down, and even though she hated it, she frequently had to slap and rub her belly, play with the fat and pretend that she actually liked it.

Pretending to like being a fatty was the hardest and most humiliating part. She got frequent requests from people paying her to act like she was better off being a humiliated hog, better off being a fatso showing off her fat for money. Some of the people she used to make fun of paid out the nose just to get an apology from her as she pretended that she was always secretly jealous of them while stuffing her fat face.

People were willing to pay good money for revenge, and eventually Elodie prospered. 

She was fatter for it, but she turned that fat into fame and fortune, getting high profile bit parts in mainstream comedies while making great money debasing herself as a fatty for hire, letting people enjoy watching the formerly slim and sexy starlet stuff her face and show them just how much of a humiliated hog she was.

Elodie really was bigger than ever.

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If you've enjoyed this story, there are more fattening fortunes along with other stories in my "Extra Slices" Anthology collection for Even More BS patrons which can be found right HERE.