“Fat Trimmings” Volume 38

It’s the last Tuesday of the year, and what a fitting way to end the year than with another volume of “Fat Trimmings”. So here are three new stories to ring in the new year with.

But before I get to the stories I have a quick announcement.

More tiers are coming to Patreon! That’s right, it’s what I’m calling New Year New Tiers. I will be launching a 7 dollar tier and a 10 dollar tier? What does that mean? It means more content. People who pay at my current tiers will still get the same amount of high quality content that I’ve been putting out (including Patreon exclusive content) but my New Year’s resolution is to pump out even more content and the new tiers will let me do that. So if you end up upgrading your tier, you’ll be getting even more great content that you love.

New tiers will be launching (hopefully) tomorrow with a new exclusive “Fat Trimmings” story for the 7 dollar tier and a lot more information.

But hey, you’re here for stories right now, so….

Enjoy!

“Tiana’s True Potential”

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People always said that Tiana had real potential. She was always top of her class, voted most likely to succeed. She was head cheerleader and prom queen, and people just generally knew that she was special. She wasn’t even mean like so many other girls with all of her qualities were. Tiana wasn’t particularly vain, and she was always very sociable and kind. She was just a gold hearted go-getter with one big secret.

Tiana wanted to be lazy.

She just wanted to lounge around all day and do as little as possible. She wanted to loaf about with no plans in her life, no real aspirations or anything. All she wanted to do was sit around, and perhaps eat. That was another thing Tiana wanted to do.

Tiana wanted to be fat.

She wanted to be fat and lazy and sit around enjoying being nothing but a fat useless waste of space, a big fat lazy slob without a care in the world. She imagined herself stuffing her face with whatever struck her fancy and letting her waistline expand. Tiana imagined herself easily switching from stylish dresses and fancy slacks to stretchy outfits and loose sweatpants. Wouldn’t it be lovely to spend her days lounging about nice and cozy in oversized hoodies and with her own natural cushioning.

Another thing about Tiana was that she secretly found fat people to be outrageously attractive. Although she kept herself trim and toned, this was purely out of what she felt was societal pressure. She was what society said was hot because society said it was better to be hot than fat even though fat was what she truly found to be hot.

Tiana loved watching fat people waddle about. While her vain friends were always eager to judge fatties, to shoot sneers their way and call them rude names, Tiana always looked at them with silent admiration. She grew warm watching fat bellies bounce and big blubbery butts sway. She loved to watch thunder thighs slap together, and when she watched people who were extremely obese having to stop to catch their breath, Tiana found her own breath hitching.

Her freshman year of college, Tiana had a roommate that put on far more than the freshman fifteen. Day after day was a thrilling experience for Tiana who never said anything but had a hard time not mentally documenting every small change, every new ounce, every small inch of fat. And she would never openly admit it, but Tiana knew the truth. Several of those pounds were put there by Tiana herself. She was fond of fostering bad habits, of making sure her vain roommate was well fed until her abs were gone and her pants were soundly outgrown. The sounds of her roommates frustrations was like music to Tian’s ears.

It wasn’t until midway through her sophomore year of college that Tiana finally decided that she was going to live her dream. But once she decided to let herself go, the slope was beyond slippery. It was like she fell off a cliff. The fat piled on at a ridiculously fast pace as if she was always meant to be a fatty and the weight had just been waiting to come on. Now that weight was making up for lost time.

Tiana’s thighs exploded. The toned limbs became soft tubby thunder thighs, thick with fat and cellulite and rubbing together. By the end of her sophomore year of college, she had put on so much weight that her thighs were already close to pressing together so much that she was forced to waddle about.

Those thighs were accompanied by a soft squeezable ass, a plush and blubbery butt, the natural cushioning that she had yearned for for so long, and once it blossomed into a blubber butt that burst through her designer jeans, Tiana was more than eager to trade those tight pants for comfortable sweats with plenty of room to grow into. She loved the feeling of her butt getting bigger, softer. Even as she heard people bemoan the loss of her “perfect” ass, all it did was make her moan as all she became far hotter than anyone ever thought she was. The comments just encouraged her to eat even more, to get her ass even bigger, to make herself even fatter.

Fatter.

It was a beautiful word.

The abs that Tiana had grown so bored with were soon replaced by a greedy gut that she could feel proud of. Her once trim stomach blew surged outward, and fat wrapped around her in the form of meaty love handles and a thick roll of back fat. She quickly developed a mighty muffin top and removed all traces of her former fitness thanks to the big jiggling pot belly that she loved to frequently sink her fingers into. She loved the feeling of the fat oozing between her fingers as she massaged her blubbery belly. She loved the way her greedy little gut liked to poke out from under her shirts and catch the attention of her friends. Tiana was quite pleased with how big her belly was getting, with the weight that caused it to sag over the stretched out waistbands of the sweatpants she found herself wearing.

Even Tiana’s toned arms grew fat and flabby. Her biceps became floppy bingo wings, and her hands grew chubby. Even her fingers became thick like little sausages. Her arms were weak and flabby, simply designed now just for shoveling food into her mouth.

Tiana’s breasts grew larger, heavier, fatter. They surged forward with quite a bit of heft, filled her tops generously and gave her impressive cleavage to say the least. Her blubbery breasts billowed forth and also sagged downward heavy with fat. They were covered in stretch marks and quivered with even the slightest movement.

Finally, her face grew fat as well. She developed very chubby cheeks and a doughy double chin that gave her face a perpetually adorable look. She loved the way her double chin would inflate whenever she moved her had and had a lot of fun playing around with angles to see just how big she could make it. She loved stuffing her face in front of the mirror and watching her jowls jiggle.

Hell, watching herself eat was an incredible turn on, something even she hadn’t anticipated. She enjoyed pigging out in front of others as well. Suddenly she loved all the attention that she got, from those who stared at her in judgment to those whose eyes were filled with admiration. She could tell that lots of people were looking at her with scorn.

But she knew she was lusted after too.

She knew there were plenty of people around her just like she used to be, secretly pining for fatness, secretly enjoying the show. And she felt obligated to really make it a show for those people, to unlock in others what had been unlocked in herself.

Plus camgirl modeling was a great way to make money.

She didn’t even have to pay for food anymore. She would just have her loyal fans donate it to her. Most of the time she would eat all her meals on camera, large elaborate affairs, and when Tiana realized that people would pay just to watch her casually snack, she began to practically live in front of the camera, stuffing her face, playing with her fat and oinking like a pig.

Sure it was disgusting to the family and friends who found out what she was doing for a living, but that just added to the perverse sense of pleasure that Tiana got. Everything that she did she did out in the open, shamelessly and with great joy. She loved stuffing her face and lounging around for money. It was truly like living a dream come true. Every time she watched the view counter and the subscriber count increase as she rubbed her big blubbery belly and stuffed herself with cookies or cake or whatever else it was that she could get her chubby hands on at the moment, it brought another satisfied moan to her lips.

Tiana, who had once been voted most likely to succeed, dropped out of college before her senior year. And she still went on to be a massive success, as well as being just plain massive. She didn’t need school. She made her fortune and fame just by being who she was.

And she was a big fat greedy cow who couldn’t be happier.

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“No More Fit. Just Get Fat”

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Give it up. You’re not meant to be fit. You’re mine now. And I say you’re meant to grow. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. All you have to do is eat. You don’t even have to get up.

I don’t want you to get up.

All you have to do is sit there and eat the food that I give you like a good little piggy. Is that too much to ask, for you to be my nice obedient little fatty? Do it. Be my obedient fatty.

Or be a naughty fatty. I don’t care. Be naughty. Naughty can be fun. I wouldn’t mind having a naughty little piglet around, a naughty, greedy little piglet. Would you like that? Would you like to be my naughty little piglet?

Would you like me to punish you?

I can punish you. I can make you eat a whole lot more.

You’d like that. You want that. I know you do. You want me to feed you. You want me to stuff you to the gills, to make that stomach stretched out and fit to bursting. You want to get fat, obese. You want to let your inner piggy out. I know this. You’ve just been waiting for someone like me to give you a little push, to give you permission, to show you just how much you want to get fat.

How do I know this?

Because if you didn’t want to be a fatty, you would have left by now.

But you’re still here.

And I can see it in your eyes.

You want to eat.

You want to get fat.

You want to be a piggy.

My piggy.

Of course you do. After all, isn't it more fun to eat cookies and cake instead of carrots? Wouldn’t you rather just lounge about with no responsibilities rather than workout at the gym. Working out can be so painful. You can really hurt yourself if you’re not careful. Nobody gets hurt eating an eclair. And once you’re nice and fat, good and soft, you’ll have plenty of extra protective padding around you.

So say goodbye to those silly abs you’ve wasted so much time perfecting. I know you like to say that you’ve earned them, but really what have you done but deny yourself all the finer things in life? Is that earning something? All you’ve done is punished yourself and you have such superficial things to show for it. A sexy six pack won’t keep you warm like a nice fluffy elly will. Fat keeps you warm. Fat is good. Fat is what you want. You want to pack on the blubber, grow a nice big gut and let all of those muscles go. Feel them go slack. Feel them get covered in the fat the comes from gorging yourself on everything your little piggy heart desires.

Picture your thighs giving way. No more lean toned limbs, no more strong legs. You don’t need them. You just need to sit and eat and let your thighs turn into thick thunder thighs, fat, weak, pathetic things. You’ll be waddling about wherever you go, and you’ll never go very far. You’re going to be too fat and weak. You’ll get winded just from going short distances. And that’s okay. That’s what I’m here for.

I’m here to take care of you.

All you have to do is sit on your fat ass.

That’s right. No more tight, tone, head turning ass for you. Say goodbye to that perky perfect butt. People won’t even see very much of it anymore because you’re going to spend so much time with your fat flabby butt pressed to the couch cushions. But when they do see it, won’t it be a sight. It’s going to be big and soft and saggy. On the rare occasions that you get up from the couch it’ll look like you’ve taken two big cushions with you.

Your chest is going to get bigger, softer, saggier. Your arms are going to be fat, useless things, flabby bingo wings, fat arms with chubby hands and sausage fingers good for nothing but shoving food into your fat face. And trust me, that beautiful face of yours is going to get so fat, downright piggish with the jiggly jowls and multiple chins you’re going to have.

So no more fitness for you. Say goodbye to your hot body and no more complaining. I’m going to give you what you really want, even if it comes with a side of judgments and lots of laughter from your so-called friends. That’s what you get for laughing at fatties for so long with them. You’ve conditioned them, and now they’re going to laugh at you as you lose your fine conditioning and become a big obese hog, a naughty, greedy pig.

That’s what you want, and that’s what I’m going to give you.

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“I Wish I Could Quit You”

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I wish I could quit you, Thick Burger. But you’re just so damn delicious. With your big beefy patties and your variety of toppings. I can put anything I want on you, and all I want to do is put you down.

But I can’t.

And that’s cost me.

I’m so fat now, and I used to be so fit. People found me sexy. And well… some people still find me sexy, but it’s a very different crowd nowadays. The people who love my fat lumpy body, most of them are pretty lumpy themselves.

I’ve always found fat admirers to be such an odd bunch. Growing up always being one of the hot ones meant that I was always the kind of person to make fun of fat people. That’s just what I was always taught. Fat people are disgusting. Fat people are lazy. They’re greedy. They’re losers.

Well I’m a big fat loser now thanks to Thick Burger.

And yet, I keep finding people online who like fat people, who don’t just LIKE fat people, who LOVE fat people. They love fat. They love people being fat. They love the idea of people getting fat. Do you know that there’s this huge community of people who like to see hot people like myself turned into fatties? They pay a lot of money to watch big fat models eat and purposefully gain weight. There’s a whole industry of people making money stuffing their fat faces and shaking their bellies for the camera. It’s so broad that there’s like categories for these kinds of things.

There are people whose whole thing is just eating. There are people who roleplay getting fat. There are those who act like fat is the sexiest thing ever, and there are people who love to be teased and humiliated for being fat. The range of fat dirty talk is astounding. And people will like claim to love fat and find it so sexy in one post while degrading fat people in another. They praise it and see it as this perfect karmic punishment for people like me at the same time.

How fucked up is that? Right. Like people just are so in love with fat however they can get it that they don’t care how hypocritical they might be.

So yeah, I’m somebody’s fantasy. Did you know that? I’m one of those fit vain hotties who lost their figure and now gets made fun of like the people I used to make fun of. I’m a helpless pathetic pig who can’t stop eating, especially Thick Burger.

And like, okay, seeing it I could get I guess. Like, I’ve watched porn and fat porn is still porn. But do you know that people just like read about getting fat? They write stories about it and pay to read them just because the idea of someone better than they are getting fat is really really hot to them?

I could make a lot of money from my story, I’ll tell you that. I was plenty popular. I was plenty mean. And now I’m plenty fat.

I’ve got a big blubbery belly and thick thunder thighs. I’ve got a fat flabby ass and lots of blubber all off. My beautiful face is now fat and greasy and piggish with a doughy double chin and jiggle jowls. I heard a lot of those things are real trigger words for people. They love reading them, hearing them, over and over again. It doesn’t matter how often they’re repeated. I’m a fat fat fatty with thunder thighs and a blubber belly and a doughy double chin and all of this junk in my trunk. I could just say it out loud like that over and over and over again and people would eat that shit up.

Just like I eat up Thick Burger.

I can’t stop eating Thick Burger no matter how much damage I know it’s done. I know it’s made me fat, humiliated me, and I know it’s going to make me fatter, so much fatter because I can’t stop eating. It’s turning me into a total cow, a completely helpless, pathetic cow.

And did you know there’s a whole community of people whose focus is on how much Thick Burger makes people fat. That’s like an entire sub-fetish of fat loving people, they love Thick Burger related stories. They tell each other about what they’ve seen. They swap pictures and stories. They make up elaborate Thick Burger fanfics of like Taylor Swift, Kim Kardashian, Sidney Sweeney, Selena Gomez and Sabrina Carpenter getting fat off of Thick Burger. Can you picture all those hotties getting fat because they can’t stop eating Thick Burger and they become famous for being fat slobs? People love that kind of shit. They really want to picture Selena Gomez with a big fat gut. (And in fairness she is looking kind of chunky nowadays. And I think Sabrina Carpenter has hips that make it clear she was real potential to blow up in just a few year. Hand them some Thick Burger and you could really speed the process up.)

That’s the life I’m living right now. I’m just one of those hotties who was handed a Thick Burger a long time ago and let myself go. I’ve let life get out of hand, lost control like the greedy little piglet that I am and turned into a fat fucking hog.

So what’s a former hottie like me supposed to do now that I’m an absolute tub of lard, a fat fucking pig?

The problem is that food costs are getting higher and higher. And I can’t quit Thick Burger, no matter how fat I get, no matter how much people laugh at me. I’m stuck between a rock and a fat place. How can I earn more money to pay for more food to stuff my fat face with?

Well, people pay a lot of money to see hot people get humbled. And I know plenty of losers that I used to make fun of who would pay top dollar to watch me do whatever they want including stuffing my face and linking while I slap my belly.

If I can’t quite Thick Burger, I might as well get paid to eat it.