"Extra Slices" #4

Here are two new patreon exclusive stories totaling over 4,500 words.

Enjoy!

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“Fat Kat’s Big Commission”

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(This story takes place after "Big News" in "Fat Trimmings" Volume 40, and you may wish to read that first.)

“Look at me. Aren’t I a fat ass?”

Kathy Kahn spanked her ass for the camera and let it shake. There was a long moment of silence that put the heaviness of her hypnotically jiggling rear on full display. The audience could see every bit of cellulite thanks to the tight thing that had embedded itself in Kathy’s ass crack and been swallowed up by her chunky cheeks. 

It was hard to believe that this fat woman spanking herself for the camera was once a slender and professional reporter. 

By the time Kathy’s fat ass stopped jiggling and she turned around to face the camera, her chubby hands were already playing with the next part of her fat body. They slapped her belly like a drum, making wet slapping sounds as there was nothing taut about the flabby skin that made up her globular gut. Where there once was abs there was now nothing more than a blob of fat paired with matching love handles. All of that fat spilled so far over the front and sides of her ill-fitting panties that she looked almost naked from the waist down. Of course, it was hard to tell where her waist even began at this point thanks to the droopy nature of her fat, flabby body with its multitude of folds and rolls. 

Her turn toward the camera was well practiced. She stopped for a few moments when she was profile so everyone could get a good sense of just how droopy the apron of fat that had replaced her sexy six pack abs was. And while the audience had their eyes glued on her blubbery belly, she gave them a real show. She slid one hand below her soft underbelly and start to bounce her blubber up and down. It started slowly at first. One bounce. Two. Then Kathy sped herself up, bouncing her blubbery belly in an increasingly faster rhythm culminated in a great big two handed slap of her fat. 

By the time she finally turned toward the camera, Kathy was massaging her blubbery belly, kneading it like bread dough, pulling at it, lifting up and letting it plop back down and then slapping it and starting the process all over again. She hated it, hated the feeling of the loose saggy flesh oozing between her chubby sausage fingers, hated the softened of it, the weight of it, the heaviness of everything she was and everything she had lost. 

But she had no choice. 

So she kept going. 

“Yup. I’ve got a real blubber belly now. Can you believe it? There used to be abs under all of this fat somewhere.”

Her fingers poked at the flab, sinking in a solid inch of softness and digging around for any sign of muscle but finding absolutely none. Kathy’s belly was like an overstuffed pillow, a great big melting marshmallow of fat, a flabby spongy sack of blubber that could do nothing more than hang there uselessly like the rest of her fatty folds until she moved. When she moved, her belly shook like jelly. Even the slightest movement was enough to elicit quivering from the soft buttery flesh. Every part of her once trim and toned body was now loose and subject to jiggling at any moment.

“I used to have something called a waistline before my body went to seed and I got big and fat and flabby, sooooo flabby,” she mused as she pinched at her meaty love handles, teasing out the flesh as she teased out her words.

“Do you know I used to work out regularly? I can’t picture doing that anymore. Hell, I’m getting winded just thinking about a treadmill. Can you picture my big fat wobbly body trying to waddle on one of those things? I’d be afraid to break it under all my bulk. I’d look like such a loser trying to shift my massive weight from foot to foot with my massive thunder thighs shaking and rubbing together. And my ass, my big fat ass would be like an anchor of blubber slapping against the back of my fat thighs. I’d have trouble just keeping up with the lowest setting and end up winded after less than a minute. I’d be just a sweating, panting, pathetic mess. I’m so fat and weak now.”

Kathy grabbed her gut with both hands and looked directly down the camera with a knowing smile.

“But you’d like to see that, wouldn’t you? You’d love to see me try and fail to workout, being all weak and pathetic and helpless. Helpless. Yeah. You’d love to see that, you’d love to see the formerly powerful reporter, the legendary beautiful boss bitch, Kathy Kahn struggling now that I’ve been turned into a big fat pig, a weak pathetic blubbery mess. You’d love to see me helpless and as I struggle with even the simplest workout, as you watch me realize how hopeless it is to ever try and be thin again. You want to watch the dawn look of horror on my face as I realize that I’ll just be a big fat pig forever, doomed to get even fatter. It’s giving you ideas isn’t it? Well, my commissions are open, so you can put your money where my big fat mouth is, and I’ll do whatever you want. Remember, my higher tier subscribers get even bigger discounts on commissions, commissions just like this one.”

Kathy moans as she rubs her big blubbery belly, feeling the heft of the lower roll of fat in her hand as she bounces it up and down.

“That’s right. This video goes out to a former intern of mine who wishes to remain nameless because she thinks she’s a big shot now while her former hot boss is just a big fat pig. And she’s right. I am just a big fat pig. Oink. Oink.”

There was a slight air of hesitancy to Kathy’s oinks, just a bit of a trepidatious tremor. Kathy, ever the professional, couldn’t let it slide not matter how degrading and humiliating the act was. She was being paid to do a job, and she had standards to live up to, so she took it again.”

“Oink. Oink! I’m a big fat piggy. Oink! Oink! Oink! I’m supposed to tell all of you fine people that, all of you people who are better than me. I was a hot boss. I was slim and sexy and polished and professional, and now I’m good for nothing but being a big fat pig on camera, oinking for your amusement and showing off my big fat blubbery belly. I want you all to look at my fat body, look at these folds, these rolls, and see just how far I’ve fallen. Look at what I’ve done to myself.”

On cue, Kathy slapped her fat belly again, and the quiver radiated through her flabby flesh. Her entire arm trembled as well. The act of slapping her blubber set the fat of her bingo wings to wobble about. In fact, every part of Kathy’s soft, flabby body shook a bit thanks to the violence of her belly slap.

“I used to be so thin, just a skinny little vixen. I had long slim legs, perfect perky breasts, and a tight toned butt that was a real head turner. I had a rocking body that could make anyone do whatever I wanted. People fell over themselves for me because I was so outrageously hot, and I knew it. And I used that pretty privilege of mine to advance my career. I never really had talent, just a super hot body that I loved to flaunt about.”

The words were like poison in Kathy’s mouth, the way she had to discount her own talent and hard work and pretend she was just some slut who got by on her looks, but she knew that she had to say and do whatever her former intern turned rising media star, Mara, wanted. She was the one paying the bills, so she was the one in control, and, as she made very clear when she sent in her commission request, Kathy was her submissive piggy. She had no choice. She was at Mara’s mercy, and Mara had none to give, not after the way Kathy had treated her, so Kathy did as she was told like the good little piggy she had been turned into. The once powerful professional sadly continued to monologue now that she was nothing more than an obedient fat girl.

“I was so cruel to people. I loved to make fun of people who were fat. Of course, they weren’t nearly as fat as I am now. I’m an absolute pig. I’m a bloated whale. I make all of those fat people look skinny by comparison thanks to how fat, how OBESE, I am. I used to think I was so much better than everybody else, but now I’m just a huge hog, a big fat bloated pig, desperately showing off her fat useless body for money on the internet. Look at how pathetic I am to have to beg people to pay me to show off my blubber. I’m begging people to subscribe and commission more humiliating videos from me, all so I can afford to pay my massive food bill. It takes a lot of money to pay for all the food that’s needed to keep this big fat greedy piggy good and stuffed.”

Kathy rubbed her hands in circles around her big blubbery double belly. She lifted and slapped her fat and began to knead it yet again as she moaned in hunger.

“I was so trim and toned. I was beautiful. I had a body that people craved. I had a body that made me a cheerleader, and a prom queen, and a sorority president. I had a body that I loved to show off and lord over people every day. And then I lost it all because I couldn’t control myself. I was too arrogant, too greedy. I thought I could eat whatever I wanted and never gain a pound. I used to brag about that too. But karma and my metabolism caught up to me. It started with small changes. I started drinking more sugary things, eating more takeout, and then I just lost complete control of my diet.”

Kathy fought back tears as she prepared for the next part of the script. She had struggled just trying to read it when she first got the commission from Mara. It had made her furious, but, one feel better binge session later, and Kathy was ready to be professional and act it all out for the camera.

She back to rhythmically spank herself as she emphasized each point.

“And my intern helped make me fat.”

Spank.

“She fed me every step of the way.”

Spank.

“She watched as I ate more and more. She lined up temptation after temptation. She encouraged me to give in to my piggish nature. And I did. I let out the piggy that was always hiding inside me. I became the fatty that I was always meant to be, all while my intern watched and laughed behind my big fat broadening backside. She helped turn me into a complete fat ass, she helped make me into the big, fat, blubbery, greedy, gluttonous pig that you see performing before you today. But ultimately, this is my fault. I did this all to myself with my greed and gluttony and laziness. I could have gone on a diet. I could have been sensible. But I kept eating. Even when I knew the food was making me fatter, it was too good to resist. I couldn’t stop. I was greedy for more. So I stuffed myself. I stuffed myself like a good fat girl. I ate like a pig. I still eat like a pig because I am a pig. I’m a greedy fat girl, and deep down inside, there was always a greedy fat girl there. Even when I was at my best, my slimmest, my sexiest, my most in control, my fat fate was waiting. There was a pig inside me oinking, eager to come out and feed, and now here she is. Here I am. Oink. Oink. Oink. I’m the big fat piggy I was always meant to be. I’m not Kathy Kahn anymore. I’m sad, pathetic, Fat Kat. I’m a big fat piggish loser bigger than anyone I ever made fun of. Oink. Oink. Oink. I was hot and now I’m not. I was a professional, and now I’m a professional piggy. Oink. Oink. Oink.”

Fat Kat raised her fat blubbery arms over her head and began to wave them around. Her billowy bingo wings flapped about as she spun her arms in humiliating small circles. And then she began to dance, swinging her hips like an obese Shakira as she started to spin in a slow awkward circle. All of the fat that had piled on had robbed her of any sense of rhythm, and her fat folds flopped up in all directions. Her tree-trunk like thunder thighs, covered in cellulite, slapped together, and her big blubbery ass wobbled about as she slowly completed her ponderous turn, oinking the entire time, and allowed her fat hands to rest back on her blubbery double belly which she shook once again to emphasize its size.

“Are you happy, dear intern? I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was so rude to you. You were always better than me. I should have known that. I was always doomed to fail in your presence. I was always going to end up a groveling piggy at your feet. You’re the one in control now. Me? I’m nothing. I’m not hot anymore. I’m not in power. I’m a helpless fatty, a weak, fat pathetic loser. I’m useless. I’m a big dumb hog, a big FAT dumb hog. I’m your submissive piggy. My fat body is like soft clay for you to mold. You own me. I’m desperate to please you. I need your money and your domination. I’m desperate for money because I need to eat so much food to satisfy my big greedy gut and I keep getting so fat so fast that I keep needing new clothes. I’m an absolutely hopeless case.”

Fat Kat falls to her fat knees her entire body quivers as she moans about her fat flabby life.

“Everyone makes fun of me when I waddle on by. They call me names like Fatso and Lard Ass. They call me Piggy, Cow, Hippo, Whale. They call me Wideload as I knock things over with my double wide hips and my big fat ass.”

She shakes her flabby double belly. Fat Kat’s double chin inflates as she looks past her fat sagging breasts and down to her globular, gluttonous gut while cursing herself.

“I deserve this. You know that. I know that. I deserve to be a big fat pig desperate for people to make fun of her for money. I deserve to be down on my fat knees begging for forgiveness and food and playing with my fat so that all of the people I’ve ever treated badly can see how far I’ve fallen. Oink. Oink. Oink. Can’t you see how far I’ve fallen? How fat I’ve gotten. Oink. Oink. Oink. And just think. I’m not done! I’m going to be more of a pig. I’m going to get even fatter. This is my sad, fat, pathetic piggy life now. Oink. Oink. Oink. And you get to see it all unfold. I’ll do whatever you want, what ever you pay me to do. Oink. Oink. Oink. So remember to subscribe today and send in your commissions and watch me, Fat Kat, your favorite piggy, humiliate myself for money. Please give me money. Please feed me. I’m so fat. I need food. Please feed me. FEED ME. Make me fatter. Give me that food. I’m a fat greedy piggy who needs food food food. Feed me. Stuff me. Make me fatter. I’ll do it all for you. I’ll do whatever you want just for food. I’m that much of a greedy gluttonous pig. Oink. Oink. Oink. Help make me fatter please. Oink. Oink. Oink.

Fat Kat kept massaging her fat with one chubby hand and slapping it with the other as she kept oinking at the camera, furious oinks and squeals of humiliation and desperation, as the camera slowly faded to black.

The commenters ate Fat Kat’s latest video up.

“What a pig! I love her like this!”

“Serves her right. Gotta love a good vain hottie to hog story. I want even more.”

“Look at all that blubber! She’s gotten so big, and you just know she’s going to get even bigger.”

“I’m doing my part right now. I’m sending more food her way so she can stuff herself. Gotta keep the piggy fed. Gotta make my favorite hog even heavier.”

“#Karma4KathyKahn. It’s really and its fattening. Love it! #Piggy Oink. Oink. Oink.”

“Shake it, blubber butt! Shake it! You deserve this, piggy!”

“I can’t wait for more. I need more. Take my money! I’ve got some great ideas and can’t wait to see just how fat and humiliated she’s going to get.”

“Make her do another stuffing video. I want to see this piggy really hog out. Eat, Fatso! Eat!”

“Yeah! Eat up, Fatty and then try to exercise. Your failure is going to be so hot.”

“I’d pay to see that. I want to see more Fat Kat. Do a nude one!”

“Will she do a nude one? I’d love to see some more explicit content. #NakedPiggy”

“I’m sure this greedy fatty would do anything if you paid her enough. It’s pathetic. Want to watch her eat, pig out, workout touch herself? She’ll get naked and do all sorts of things, but first you have to pay up and #FeedthePiggy.”

“What a desperate hog. #Oink #FatPig.”

And at home, Mara turned the video off and began working on her next commission script. Her formerly slim and sexy boss had been such a good little piggy and given her everything she asked for and then some, but just like Fat Kat, Mara was hungry for more.

(And if you're hungry for more, you can always commission a sequel. Want Fat Kat to stuff her face? Want her to fail at exercise? She can. Reminder, Even More BS level patrons get 400 additional words per commission.)

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“Be a Pig”

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Come on. Eat it. I want to watch you eat it. You want to eat it. So do it.

You love it don’t you? You’re so bad, such a naughty little fatty, a fat, greedy pig. Look at you. You should be ashamed of yourself, the way you love to stuff yourself like this. It’s weak. It’s pathetic. 

Take another bite. 

It’s good isn’t it? That’s why you can’t get enough. That and because you’re weak. You’re just a weak, helpless fatty now. It’s funny because you’re fat but mostly because you use to be so strong. 

Well, you used to act like you were so strong I suppose. But there was always a fatty isn’t you, right? Once a fatty always a fatty, so there must have always been this naughty, greedy little pig just waiting to come out and oink for us. So get ahead and do it. 

Oink. 

Come on. Oink while you eat like the pig you are. Oink loud and clear. Oink like you mean it!

OINK!

That’s right. That’s it, you fat pig, you fat nasty, pathetic pig. Keep oinking. Show me you know your place. Show me how much you love it. Don’t stop you ball of blubber, you fat slob, you weak, pathetic loser, you fat fucking pig. 

Such. A. Fat. Fucking. Pig. A. Big. Fat. Fucking. Pig. 

Look at all that fat. You can feel it. Feel it move with every single movement. Every thrust. Yeah. That’s right pig. Jiggle for me. Let that fat fucking fly, you big fat useless fat fucking fatty. You’re a fucking butterball, a fat piece of garbage and you love it. You love that don’t you? You love when I call you names, you fat sack of crap, you disgusting human garbage disposal, you fat cow, you whale, you- you-

Fuck! You’re so fucking fat. I can’t believe how fit you used to be compared to now. I can hear how heavy your breathing is. You should be worried. You should be ashamed. But I’m going to keep going, and you’re going to keep going. We’re having too much fun for this to stop. Aren’t we, piggy? Of course we are. You’re a big fat loser, but you’re my pig fat loser. I own you. I absolutely own you, your fat worthless blob, and that’s just what you like. That’s the way you want it. You chose this. Every step of the way you only ever did what you wanted. You could have stayed fit, but you chose the fat life. You chose to eat yourself into obesity, to become a big blubbery pig. It turns you on. You love eating, and you love this humiliation.

You want more? Say it. I know it’s a struggle. But I want to hear it from you. I know you’re winded because you’re such a fat weak pathetic mess. But try to squeeze a few words out, my helpless piggy. Try to tell me you want more.

That’s right. I know you do. You always want more. You can never get enough. You’re greedy, a fat greedy pig. And you always need more, you crave it, right?

What do you want? More names? You love humiliation don’t you, wide load. You love to feel like a weak dirty pig, because you are. You were so strong, and now you’re weak and pathetic. You’re a big lump of useless fat, Blubber Butt, Big Gut, Jumbo, Fatso, Blob. Mooooooo. You’re such a big fat fucking cow, a lazy fat cow. Is that what you want to be? I know it is. You want more humiliation? You want me to pinch this fat, shake this fat, slap this fat and call you names.

Or is it more food you want?

Eating arouses you so much, doesn’t it? Just the pure act of indulgence, it’s even hotter than the humiliation. So keep eating, piggy. Let’s get you another slice of pizza. Let’s get you some cake. I think I have a thing of cookies that I can cram into your face. I know how much you’d love that, to feel the crumbs fall across your fat saggy chest. It’s so big a beautiful and heavy. You’re so incredibly soft, every flabby stretch mark and cellulite covered inch of you.

You’re so fat. And so messy. Just look at the way the grease rolls down your chins as you eat. Chins. I count at least three I think. They’re nice. They compliment those jiggly jowls of yours. They really are plump and rosey. I guess they’re so flush because you get so worked up from even the slightest bit of exertion at this weight. You’re so fat. What a fat fucking face you have. It’s perfect for a fat dopey loser like you. You look like a big ft, weak idiot. You look so fucking dumb with your fat stupid face. Your cheeks are so chubby and red all the time from the exertion of just all the eating you do. How pathetic is that you big fat useless idiot? You should be ashamed of how dumb you look. Your face fat makes your eyes look beady as hell. You used to have such bright eyes, such hopefully eyes with some real intelligence behind them. Now you just look like a big dumb useless animal, a pig who can only think about eating.

No. You don’t even think about eating, do you? You just do it. You just stuff your face as a reflex. It’s all mechanical to you. You can’t help it. You see food; you eat it. Your big fat arms just grab what they can and stuff your chipmunk cheeks full of junk. Just keep shoveling, loser. That's right. That’s what you want, and that’s what I want to see. Stuff that big fat gut of yours.

You’ve still got plenty of room. It’s like a bottomless pit. That’s why you’re so greedy. That’s why you’re so fat. It’s awe inspiring and disgusting all at the same time, just how much you can put away. And that’s why the pounds have packed on so easily. They’re just going to keep coming for that same reason. You love that idea, don’t you? The thought of what’s coming. That’s part of why you keep eating, well that and because I tell you to. I won’t let you stop. You’re going to keep going and grow even bigger. You’re going to get fatter than you’ve ever imagined. You’re going to sit on your fat ass and stuff your blubbery belly every day getting fatter and fatter, and I don’t care how many times you hear me say it. You love it each time don’t you? You want to hear me keep saying it. Fatter and fatter. That’s what is happening. I’ll hit all those trigger words for you, fatty, piggy, porker, oinker, big fat blubber belly. You want to hear it again and again. You don’t want me to stop, so I’ll just keep going.

God, that gut sure is huge. It’s so disgusting and spongy. What a big fat useless sack of fat you’ve grown. It’s perfect for a pig like you. That big fat greedy gut is the perfect symbol of your gluttony. Just think, you used to have abs. You used to be so sexy, and now you’ve got a big blubbery double belly that ways you down. It’s so heavy as it’s pooled out on your fat lap that you can barely get yourself up. Your days are getting numbered. Soon you won’t be able to get yourself up off your fat ass.

That ass of yours is so fucking fat. It’s so soft. I love spanking you, my naughty piggy. You deserve to be spanked so bad. And I love the way the fat of your flabby ass undulates with each slap. It just keeps going. I spank it and your ass sways for moments after. It’s as hypnotic as it is pathetic. You’ve got no muscle left. It’s a shame. You’re just a fat useless pig. You’re going to break so many chairs with this big fat ass of yours. I’ve seen the dent you’ve left in the couch. It’s this big fat permanently dip because the couch couldn’t handle all this blubber. It’s a big permanent imprint of your big fat ass like it’s outside Grauman’s Chinese Theatre. It’s this humiliating memorial to just how fat your ass has gotten and how heavy you are. It’s shameful and exhilarating isn’t it? You’ve made a big dent into this bed too, and eventually you’re just going to fill it forever. Immobility can’t be stopped, and that’s just how you want it.

You’re going to keep eating. You don’t have a choice- not that you’d choose otherwise if you did. We both know you want nothing more than to be a big fat useless piggy, a lazy blob of fat, a big fat stupid pathetic pet to be spoiled rotten and taken care of. You love this piggy. You love this and I love this.

It’s never going to stop.