"Fat Trimmings" Volume 35

Here is the newest edition of "Fat Trimmings" featuring five stories, including two episodes of the Adipose Zone.

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“For the Love of Food”

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Yasmine and Daniella were two incredibly different women. Yasmine was a notorious gold digger who had already buried two centenarian husbands and claimed hefty amounts of their fortunes, although a lot of that money was still tied up in lawyer fees for legal battles against her dead husband's grandchildren. And she wasn’t even thirty. Daniella was a much more humble woman, slightly younger than Yasmine and struggling to pay her way through grad school.

There were two things that they had in common. One was the fact that both women were in very good shape. Although Daniella was loathe to show it off, she had a rather trim body with curves that many would find quite enticing if she did something more than hide them under sweaters. Meanwhile, Yasmine did no such thing. Yasmine loved to show off her slim and sexy figure. She frequently flaunted her curves and took great joy in mocking and putting down others when they couldn’t measure up to her own beauty.

The other thing they had in common was Antonio.

Antonio was the chef and owner of the hottest Italian food spot in town. He already owned two other very successful restaurants, but this one was his crowning achievement, his pride and joy. And the two women who had fallen for the handsome, wealthy, and extraordinarily talented chef were at the restaurant frequently.

For Daniella, this was not always by choice. Antonio’s restaurant was where she worked as a waitress as a second job while trying to pay for grad school, but as her infatuation with Antonio grew, she began to hang out after work for longer and longer and began showing up early and on days when she wasn’t working just to eat. She was really taking advantage of her hefty employee discount, the familiarity with Antonio and the rest of the staff to indulge in meals that she otherwise would never be able to afford.

Yasmine however had no such issues. She could afford all of the food she wanted, and she wanted a lot of it at Antonio’s restaurant. The first time she went there, she made a point of ordering the most expensive item on the menu and then still following it up with a decadent dessert. When she realized how much she enjoyed her meal she came back the next night and the night after. She became a frequent regular at the restaurant, coming in multiple times a week, and on weekends it was not uncommon for her to have brunch at the restaurant with friends and then work her way back there again for dinner. As her infatuation for Antonio, and his cooking, grew, Yasmine began to eat more and more at each meal, being sure to show Antonio how much she was indulging and making a show of every bite that she took so she could see just how much she was enjoying it.

Of course, that enjoyment also showed through the pounds that she had gained around the middle.

Yasmine who had prided herself her entire life on being the fittest, sexiest person she knew slow began to balloon as the pounds piled on until she was exactly the kind of large slovenly woman she would have frequently made fun of. While she grew fat all over, with thighs thick enough to cause her to waddle about and her body now forced to wear designer clothes that were specifically made for her. In many ways she was disgusted with herself, but she was also exhilarated, aroused by this new sense of freedom she had given herself and all the new kind of attention she was getting. It was so naughty, so humiliating, and yet it felt so right. And when she had Antonio, she knew it would all be worth it.

Daniella felt the same way, and when she noticed how much her regular customer, Yasmine was eating, she made sure to double down on her portions as well, and that led to her doubling in size. She went from a slender woman to being phenomenally obese once again growing very fat all over just like Yasmine. However, unlike Yasmine, Daniella’s largest asset by far was her enormous ass. She had two beautifully bulbous butt cheeks that would not quite. They were thick and flabby and covered in cellulite just like the thunder thighs that had her waddling about as she did her job. Her bountiful booty provided a nice cushion when she sat which needed to be quite frequently because her large frame made her very tired as she lugged food from kitchen to table. It was tiring work, but it would all be worth it once Antonio noticed her and they were together.

And then one day Yasmine and Daniella watch Antonio kissing someone else.

It was another man.

And then they walked out arm and arm together.

And Yasmine and Daniella’s hearts sank into their large, blubbery stomachs.

It was not to be, these fantasized relationships with Antonio. The devastation from this fact made them comfort eat even more and grow even fatter. But somewhere during that spiral they realized something, they may not be able to have Antonio, but they still had his food.

And that was more than good enough.

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“The Adipose Zone: Sci-fi Size Switch”

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You are standing in a space that occupies the edges of human imagination. It is a space beyond measure where flesh is fattened and bodies balloon. You are standing in the Adipose Zone.

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Meet Svetlana, a sci-fi booth babe who wishes for something different than the thankless part on a low budget sci-fi show and constant convention tours, but she’s about to realize that sometimes you have to be careful what you wish for.

Svetlana hated her job. She loved acting, but the gigs she was getting, and the most recent one she was stuck with specifically were killing her. Svetlana was a gorgeous woman, a slim and sexy vixen full of confidence (and body shaming arrogance) who felt like she deserved everything that she wanted and more. She had dreams of being a serious actress, someone people respected, handed awards to and adored. The problem was Svetlana wasn’t as great an actress as she believed herself to be, and she was mostly given roles because she was a decent actress with an incredibly hot body.

What that meant was that Svetlana got her start in the industry shooting low budget horror movies and making a living as a scream queen. She hoped that would get her foot in the door and let her work her way to bigger things, but the biggest thing that she was able to book was as a sexy space alien on the crew of a starship in a low budget sci-fi tv franchise. It was her curse that the project was just popular and cheap enough to stay on the air, and, because she didn’t exactly have any other big jobs coming in, she couldn’t exactly be bold enough to ask to be killed off.

And that’s what left her at Comic-Con, slumming it with a bunch of fat nerds asking her for her picture. She hated it. She hated fat people in general because she thought they were lazy, greedy, gluttonous losers. To Svetlana, fat people weren’t people. They were pigs. So she cursed herself for having to spend hours in a skimpy costume standing so close to fat, greasy nerds with their blubbery bodies and bad BO getting way too close and lingering for way too long. It disgusted her, being the beauty who had to get so close to such foul smelling fatties, but this was her life, and she just had to grin and bear it.

As yet another sweaty fat guy wrapped his flabby arm around her and pulled her close for a picture, she could feel her tight toned body squished against his fat and smell the stench of his outrageous body odor filling his nostrils. He even let out a loud trumpeting fart as soon as the picture was taken, right in that moment where he still held her forcing her to linger there, and that’s when she made a wish.

She wished she didn’t have to do this show anymore.

And in that instant she felt the fat guy’s flabby body sop pressing against her side, not because he had let go of her but because he was shrinking, slimming down and toning up. In a matter of moments, the fat guy that was standing there was a far more presentable fit man, clean and handsome. Svetlana had to admit that he was really kind of cute, and she actually thought about saying something.

And then a loud trumpeting fart escape her own tight and toned rear end. Before she could even say excuse me, a second blast escaped her shapely ass and the formerly fat man chuckled at her before giving her a strange wink.

That’s when Svetlana’s body began to expand.

Where the fit man’s fat hand had once been touching her arm, Svetlana felt her skin begin to quake, and then her arm began filling with fat. Both her arms started to ballooning skin stretching until the fat of her biceps began to hang down as flabby bingo wings with fat that began to droop over her elbows. Even her wrists and hands swelled with fat. Her hands grew chubby and her fingers looked like fat sausages. 

Svetlana’s breasts grew fatter next. They swelled to outrageous proportions and were practically spilling out of the space bikini top she was wearing. The quivering masses of flesh were covered in stretch marks and started to sag down onto her fattening belly.

That growing gut, replacing the six pack abs she was once so proud of filled like a water balloon full of fat, surging forward and then flapping downward forming an apron of fat over her space bikini briefs. Her double belly continued to jiggle as the rest of her body filled with fat.

Her ass was next, and it swelled with two chunky cheeks covered in cellulite and bursting out of her briefs both above and below. The fabric became sucked between her growing cheeks, and she had a prominent plumber’s crack going on. Her thighs thickened to the point of pressing together, and her ankles and calves merged together at the same time that her feet grew fatter and gained tiny sausage toes to meet her sausage fingers.

Finally, Svetlana’s slender face began to fatten. Her cheeks grew chubby, and her chin doubled. Her entire face grew quite plump, and even more than that, it grew to look quite greasy as it also found itself suddenly covered in acne.

After another loud fart that she couldn’t control, Svetlana found herself sweating like a hog, her pits grew damp, and her ass grew swampy. She could feel beads of sweat dripping down her back until they ran deep into the canyon that was her fat ass crack.

Svetlana had become a fat, flatulent, foul smelling hog, and now the people lining up to take her picture stood farther away and were here mostly to laugh at her. She tried to scream, but then she remembered that this is how she made her money. She was stuck trying to get whatever living she could make after her character was killed off from the tv show she had been on because she had let herself go so bad. After that, her life was all comic conventions and the occasional parts in comedies that needed a sloppy fat girl to make fun of. When those were few and far between, she could also record another fetish video. People paid good money to watch a former hottie humiliate herself. This was her life now.

She just had to grin and bear it.

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A former babe has become the exact thing she’s hated all because of a wish that she made, a wish that came true here in the Adipose Zone.

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“Bulging Burlesque Beauty

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Reno worked in Vegas, and she loved to tell that to people. She also loved to flaunt her sexy body which is why she made her living as a rather successful burlesque dancer. She would occasionally sing as part of her act, and did a half decent job with it, but mostly she just danced and took her clothes off while doing so.

Reno was not a stripper, she would never refer to herself as such. She was an artist, a multi-talented artist with a killer to die for, and she found that it would be a sin to not bless the world with the vision of her god given curves. She was gorgeous and she knew it, and when she wasn’t onstage she loved to play the glamor girl who enjoyed the finer things in life.

And that’s how she fell into the arms of Rico.

Rico was a handsome man with a bit of an edge to him, an air of mystery that Reno found just dangerous enough to be exciting. Rico also had plenty of connections and money to burn, and he loved to spend that money on Reno. So yeah, Reno and Rico got along just fine. Rico would take her out every night always to someplace new, and the food that Rico showed Reno was like nothing she had ever tasted.

And it was abundant.

Rico loved to feed his busty girlfriend, and all that food meant she grew even bustier. Of course, it also meant she grew a great big belly. At first, the weight that Reno started to gain just exaggerated her already outrageous hourglass figure and made her even more desirable. Even after the weight starter shifting to her belly, she still got plenty of attention. But after a while, Reno became qualified as a big beautiful woman act and was relegated to specialty nights and day shifts.

But Rico stepped in to make things better. He had his connections lean on the right people and always made sure that no matter how big she got, Reno kept getting plenty of lucrative deals. And as long as she kept working, she kept eating. And since she kept eating, she kept growing.

Reno’s belly grew to be quite voluminous, a major gut that somehow managed to stick out even farther than her massive breasts. She had incredible wide hips that made squeezing through doorways and sitting in chairs something of an issues. The issue of chairs was further exasperated by the thick love handles that she had as well as her tremendous thunder thighs and titanic ass. She was perpetually crammed into and dress she was wearing and likewise found herself struggling to squeeze into any kind of chairs that had arms. Additionally, her big ass and bigger belly made eating food in any kind of booth a precarious position. On more than one occasion, Rico brought her to a restaurant and she managed to squeeze herself into the booth just fine, but then she would have herself an incredible feast and find her bloated belly had gotten her wedged in pretty tightly.

Whenever that happened, Rico just ordered her some more cake to eat while the workers unscrewed the top of the table. Then he would happily lead the bloated and content Reno back to their lavish bedroom. 

And things were going really well until Reno stumbled upon Rico “working” one day. She saw him looking at pictures of women, plump women, big luscious, voluptuous, juicy, fat women. And then she saw pictures of herself, uploaded for others to see, pictures of her dancing, pictures of her eating, pictures of her getting stuck inside restaurant booths.

A large fight ensued between the two until Rico, on his knees, explained what exactly was going on. It turns out that Rico was involved in an elaborate international competition between feeders with an awful lot of money on the line, and Reno was the feedee and she was winning. Rico couldn’t have her walk away now, not when they were so close.

With that, a broad smile stretched across Reno’s face. She made two things very clear to Rico. One, sixty percent of that money was hers, and two…

He better go get her some ice cream.

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“The Adipose Zone: Stuffed Piggy”

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You’re standing in a place where reality meets imagination, a place where shadow meets cellulite and the pounds pile on. You’re standing in the Adipose Zone.

Observe now, if you will, Marcella, a vain woman who has always viewed fat women to be fat lazy animals. Now she finds herself gawked at by aliens like an animal in a glass cage.

Marcella angrily bangs against the glass of her enclosure, her voice unheard by the observant aliens on the other side.

“Quite a feisty creature you’ve picked up here.”

“Yes, indeed. But I think my wife will enjoy her as an anniversary gift. She’s always had a thing for collecting vain humans.”

“And this one will be to her liking?”

“She needs a few alterations first, my wife as a thing for stuffed animals.”

A tube slid itself into Marcella’s mouth and silenced her pleas. Soon she found herself being pumped full of a gooey nutrient rich slurry, and in an instant her eyes went wide, not with the fear that had been there but instead with an intense shock of pleasure. Somehow, this nondescript slurry was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. Marcella’s entire body relaxed as the slurry began to fill her, and the machine kept dutifully pumping her full of more and more, and soon enough Marcella began to aid it by sucking on her own. She couldn’t get enough of the stuff. She needed as much as she could get as quickly as possible, she was positively desperate for it as she greedily sucked the slurry down.

And as she sucked down the slurry, it filled her stomach and stretched it out. At first the stretching of her stomach was just the physical muscle growing from the volume of the slurry that it was filled with and stretching her skin, but soon enough underneath that skin formed a thick layer of fat, a layer of fat that grew thicker and thicker. Marcella’s belly grew straight outward almost like she was pregnant until gravity won over and it began to sag downward quite heavily. As her belly ballooned with blubber, it didn’t just grow outward, it grew side to side as well as her trim waist gave way to huge thick love handles, slabs of fat that hung at her sides.

Marcella’s ass grew well marbled with fat and covered with cellulite as her bountiful butt cheeks filled with blubber and expanded like balloons full of fat. As the fat that filled them forced those fleshy cheeks to undulate, they bounced up and down and smacked against Marcella’s thickening thighs. Those thighs were growing rapidly, expanding as the fat filled them, growing thick saddle bags as they expanded outward and then growing toward each other as well until the flesh of both thighs pressed against each other and forced her into a much wider stance. Her ankles and calves grew fatter until they merged together to form two bloated cankles that continued to swell with fat along with the rest of her. Even her feet grew wide with fat complete with thick sausage like toes.

Back up top, Marcella’s breasts swelled to massive proportions as well, they were like two plush and saggy pillows covered in stretch marks, and they sagged down onto her shelf of a double belly. Marcella’s also grew to a large size. Her marshmallow arms grew flabby bingo wings that drooped over her elbows and her wrists and hands swelled with fat as well.

Finally, Marcella’s delicate facial features melted into fat, jiggle jowls and multiple double chins that wobbled as she continued to suck down on the slurry and cause her body to inflate with more and more fat. Her flabby body continued to expand outward and her face was no exception. It grew rounder with fat, making her almost unrecognizable with fat cheeks that made her eyes look beady and a wider fatter nose that gave her a very pig-like appearance.

The muscles in Marcella’s fat legs began to atrophy. Any of the muscle that was still there began to turn to fat, and as the rest of her continued to put on weight, she began to stagger uneasily on her wobbly legs. Eventually, the anchor that was her fat flabby sagging ass grew too heavy and she fell backward and landed on her chunky cushions. Marcella tried to get herself back up, but her big blubbery belly was too big up front and pressed against her fat lap and kept her pinned down. Eventually, Marcella realized there was nothing that she could do but accept that she was an immobile blob and keep sucking away at the slurry until the machine was done. Then she realized there was no use fighting and just sat there like a big dumb useless pet waiting eagerly for her next meal. Even if there was a hint of herself in the back of her mind horrified and miserable over the whole thing, that part of her was almost completely suppressed by her hunger.

“You’ve done excellent work with her. She seems so much more plush and docile.”

“Yes. I think my wife will thoroughly enjoy her new pet.”

Marcella once was a woman in complete control, someone who relished in the way people looked at her, now she is destined to still be admired, but not in the way she is used to. She is stuck as an immobile blob, a big fat pet here in the Adipose Zone.

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“Friends Thick and Thickest”

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Mariah was so happy to have her friends again. She hadn’t realized that all it took for her to feel better about her fat friends was to get herself some good food and a full stomach. Yup. Thick Burger had changed her life for the better. She couldn’t believe how ignorant she had been, how stupid she was to rail against such a wonderful company just because she hadn’t bothered to try their delicious food. After trying Thick Burger for the first time it became immediately clear that her friends had found the secret to happiness and now so had she.

She was now willing to let herself go and embrace the deliciousness. Thick Burger was the key, the freedom to choose so many delicious options, a near endless amount of toppings included had freed up her life, freed her from the expectations society had put on her and she in turn had put on others, and freed from tight pants. Yes, she was all about nothing but comfy sweats these days with plenty of stretch so that she could eat as much as she wanted without restraint.

And her relationship with her friends was stronger than ever. Now, the only thing they fought about was who was going to eat the last french fry.

Of course, Betsy was the biggest of them all having gotten such a head start. She was a great big blubbery blob of a woman who no longer walked and no longer waddled, instead she used a motorized scooter to roll into Thick Burger for her daily feasts. She had a great big ponderous gut that rolled onto her fat lap, and her ginormous ass cheeks flowed over the edges of her double wide scooter seat. If she was able to get up and get her fat body into a seat, she would definitely need at least two to hold her supreme girth.

Tessa was another extremely big girl, though she wasn’t near the scooter riding category, it was evident that she was on the path to it. The formerly fit girl was now redundantly obese, and her blubbery belly was so large that it was a clear sign of her incredible gluttony. It was clear by the passion in Tessa’s eyes as she ate and the sheer size of her greedy gut that she was a natural gluttony destined to get bigger and bigger. Her entire body was very fat. She certainly had thighs thick enough to handle and an ass big enough to spill over and chair she sat on, but that belly, that glorious double belly was the fattest part of her by far.

Unlike Tessa, Jade had a big belly, but she stored most of her blubber in her butt. Her ass was, to put it simply, huge. Jade was an extremely pear shaped woman with her tree trunk thunder thighs that made her slowly waddle about wherever she went. Since Jade was not yet confined to a scooter, she was able to show that her titanic ass was large enough to need two chairs to sit on. Every meal would start with her either struggling to squeeze into a booth or making sure she could pull two chairs to her spot to give her well cushioned ass a comfortable seat.

Mariah for her part gained weight all over, but the most drastic change was probably in her face which was once model quality and was now quite piggish with her jiggly jowls and doughy double chin. She also grew massive breasts that were larger than most of her friends. Her breasts were proportionally larger than Betsy’s given Mariah’s current weight, and if she managed to catch up to Betsy, which was very possible given the way she ate, they could end up being much bigger than Betsy’s, but, given Betsy’s tremendous size, none of her friends had any part of their fat bodies nearly as fat as any part of Betsy’s. 

Mariah and her influencer friends were now dedicated to eating and spreading the great word of Thick Burger to others, and their lives were much better for it. They were fat and happy.