"Fat Trimmings" Volume 34

Remember when I said to expect a teaser of "Fat Trimmings" tonight? Turns out I was wrong. Here's the whole damn thing. It even has a tie-in to "Sorority Swells".

Enjoy!

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“The Hefty Health Inspector

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Alessandra DiNozzo wasn’t always a hefty health inspector. On the contrary, she was once slim and sexy although it would be hard to know that. While possessing a great body that in her days as a college student she loved to show off, when it came to being a health inspector, Alessandra was known for being prim and proper and incredibly professional. She was also extremely diligent, diligent to the point of being cold and calculating and almost eager to make things difficult for people.

She was known as the hard ass with a tight ass, and people hated it when she showed up but loved it when she walked away.

One day she was visiting “Nina and Vinny’s Italian Bakery” and was prepared to give the old mom and pop shop which had recently fallen on some hard times a B when she was offered a cannoli, a cannoli so good that it almost changed her mind. The box of cannolis that followed pushed that over the edge.

When word got out that the hard ass with a tight ass could be bought with food, everyone got in on the game. Alessandra was given pizza, sandwiches, cakes, pastries of all kind, ice cream, any kind of cuisine you could think of. Everywhere she went, even the ones that were perfect gave her free stuff just to be sure.

All that food soon had an effect. The junk food she began to regularly eat added junk to her trunk. The fast food fattened her up. Her trim torso was soon no more with a belly that burst the buttons of her blouses and an as and thigh combination that regularly ripped the seams of her pants. She tried to keep her professionalism in tact, but it became harder to do when she was regularly blowing out of her outfits in front of people. She could hear them laughing behind her fattening behind.

It was undeniable. Alessandra was getting fat. And she was getting greedy. And those things combined to make her hangry, not just for food but for power. If people were going to laugh at her she was going to make them pay. The food stopped becoming a friendly bribe and started becoming mandatory tribute. And the tribute kept getting bigger, more complicated, more decadent, and much higher in calories. As the meals got bigger, so did Alessandra’s waistline and a new nickname came with her.

Fat Al, they called her. And she did more than just accept it, she reveled in it.

Alessandra had possessed the body of a model. Fat Al had the body a demeanor of an overfed mafia don, one that was a complete slob. Fat Al had a huge spare, one that she wore proudly and allowed to hang out and over the waistband of her specially made skirts. She left her blouses untucked, and when the occasional button still burst she didn’t let it bother her. She would enjoy sitting down at a restaurant, letting her blubber belly spill into her lap and ooze through the gaps in her blouse for all to see as she scarfed down another feast.

Her lap was fat as hell because of the thickness of her thunder thighs, fat thighs that gave Fat Al a slow but powerful waddle, slapping and rubbing together as she made her way to another inspection and another large meal. Those thighs were attached to a huge ass with bulbous ass cheeks covered in cellulite and straining any skirts that she deemed to wear.

Eventually when blouses and skirts got to be too much of a paint to keep buy, she invested in velour tracksuits and let her fat spill out of those for all to see.

Even Fat Al’s arms were now covered in blubber, thick bingo wings that wobbled even in the sleeves of her tracksuit jackets. Her breasts were massive mounds that stretched her shirts, shirts that were frequently stained by grease and sauces of all kinds which she began to wear as badges of honor. Those stains also adorned her fat greasy face which was now jowly and multichinned. She looked exceptionally piggish as she tore into her food with gusto, stuffing her fat cheeks with as much food as she could get her chubby hands on and finishing with a satisfying burp.

After a while, the restaurants, bakeries and other food vendors got tired of Fat Al’s antics, but there was nothing they could do. She was squeezing them too hard and they had to pay in food.

She was addicted to the power and to the food. As the pounds piled on it became clear as day that prim and proper Alessandra was gone forever and Fat Al the Hefty Health Inspector was here to stay.

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“Humpty Dumpty”

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Lauren had it all. She had a life full of successes where everything came easy to her. She was bright and beautiful, the perfect combination of brains and beauty that made her incredibly successful and incredibly vain. She loved to show off whether it be about how smart she was or about how fit she was. Everything was a competition to Susan and every competition was one that she won.

She had been head cheerleader, homecoming queen and prom queen in high school where she was also class president and voted most likely to succeed. She repeated her cheerleading and class president accomplishments and added another to the list when she also became the head of her sorority, Rho Eta Alpha Tau.

And sometimes Lauren was very nice. She always stuck up for her fat cousin Chloe. And she didn’t make fun of her fatter sorority sisters even when she wanted to. Yes. To people who did not outwardly offend her, Lauren was perfectly pleasant.

Rebecca was not one of the people that Lauren was pleasant to. To say that Rebecca was Lauren’s rival would be wrong. Rivalry implies a kind of closeness in competition, but when it came to Rebecca and Lauren, things were never close. Lauren always won, she wiped the floor with Rebecca, absolutely lapped her. Lauren was prettier, smarter, and more popular. She got everything she wanted and Rebecca just got made fun of.

Lauren loved to bully Rebecca over her size, Bulbous Becky, was what she so often called her when she wasn’t just using the shorthand of Piggy. And she used Rebecca’s larger size as a constant means to humiliate her and, at least in Rebecca’s mind, keep her down.

 And there was one more annoying thing about Lauren. She always got to the thing first, no matter what Lauren and Rebecca were competing over, it always broke in Lauren’s favor. Lauren won class president. She won more scholarship money to college. She got into the influential sorority and Rebecca didn’t. Lauren got the internship to the marketing company both she and Rebecca ended up working at, so of course Lauren got on the fast track to executive, and Rebecca was stuck working as her assistant.

Lauren loved having Bulbous Becky working for her as an assistant. Rebecca once overheard Lauren talking to a co-worker about how she would sometimes send Rebecca on pointless errands “just to watch her fat ass waddle about like an idiot.” 

That was the last straw. After that moment, Rebecca really committed herself to some lifestyle changes, amongst them getting fit and losing weight.

Around that same time, the opposite began to happen to Lauren.

For the first time in her life, Lauren found something difficult. In this particular case it was work. As her responsibilities grew, so did her stress levels, and the more stressed she got the harder things seemed to become. Her anxiety was making her lose sleep which in turn made things more difficult which made her more anxious. It was a viscous cycle and the only thing that seemed to break it was food. 

Lauren had never leaned on food for comfort before, but late nights kept her too tired for the gym and she soon found that comfort food really did comfort her. Doughnuts got her through late nights. Pizza was a quick lunch (even when she was up to eating three slices at a time.) And she found that ice cream somehow made her more creative. It was a wonderful thing until it wasn’t. 

See, like any drug, the highs were great at first, but Lauren soon found she needed more and more food to get the same kind of high. She became addicted to comfort food, a junk food junkie. Miss Perfect rode that slippery slope all the way down until she became a full blown emotional overeater. 

And full blown was very appropriate as she was packing on the pounds very quickly. 

This started a whole new cycle. Worrying about her weight gain made Lauren stressed. Stress made Lauren eat more. Losing her stereotypically slim and sexy figure made Lauren anxious which sent her right to the junk food. She had a special weak spot for cake and doughnuts and anything chocolate. All that anxiety and sugar made for more sleepless nights filled with late night snacking. That lack of sleep made Lauren far less sharp which made Lauren slack off at work and caused issues until one day when Lauren found herself in her bosses’ office. 

“Lauren, we don’t want to fire you. You had so much potential. But now… well it’s clear things are just not working out. You’ve changed.”

“I know. I’ve gotten fat. I’m a big fat pig.”

“Woah. Woah woah,” Lauren’s boss said as he leaned toward the HR representative who was also in the room. 

“Let’s be clear that this has nothing to do with your weight in any way. It is purely because your performance has slipped and that’s unacceptable. We could potentially keep you where you are, but you were on the executive track, and since you’re no longer a candidate for that position, we think it best to let you go so someone else can take your spot.”

Lauren was sweating. The thought of having to try and find a new job was too much for her anxiety to take. She couldn’t do something like that. She was too fat to be putting herself out there like this. She just didn’t have the confidence anymore. Lauren needed to keep her job here.

“Please. I need this job. I’ll do anything to work here. Anything.”

Lauren’s boss stroked his chin and thought for a long moment.

“Well I suppose there is one thing we could do, but I doubt you’ll like it.”

“Anything. What is it?”

“If you were to take a pay cut and demotion to an assistant position, we could fill your spot with the woman you’d be replacing as assistant, a little role swap if you will. That could work out.”

Yes. That could be Laruen’s ticket. It would be humiliating to suddenly be an assistant in the office, a fat assistant in the office, but it would be better than finding another job, and if she was still in the company, she could lose weight, get her life together, and work her way back up.

“I’ll take it. Who… who am I replacing?”

“Your former assistant, Rebecca.”

Lauren’s heart fell into her stomach, but it was already too late. It was either submit to being Rebecca’s assistant or lose her job completely.

Rebecca had lost a significant amount of weight and now possessed great curves. Beyond losing weight though, Rebecca had gained a tremendous amount of confidence. She was excelling, and any slack that Lauren dropped, she picked up. It was very impressive, so impressive that it was decided to put her on the executive track.

And now Rebecca had a fat, frumpy assistant of her own. She almost felt bad for Lauren.

Almost.

Lauren had really let herself go, and the depression that followed her demotion sealed her fate and turned her into a complete pig.

It was amazing what a fat, lazy slob Lauren had become. The former dominant sorority sister was now an immense and submissive hog. She had a huge blubbery belly that was frequently bursting the buttons of her belly and hanging over her skirts. Her ass often knocked things off along with her wide hips. Lauren’s thighs were thick thunder thighs that rubbed together and forced her to waddle about.

Rebecca loved to send Lauren on pointless errands “just to watch her waddle around like an idiot.”

Lauren even got a new office nickname courtesy of Rebecca. She was now Lardy Lauren.

The good news was that, no matter how fat she got, Lauren’s job was secure. Rebecca was always eager to let her know that, no matter how far she rose in the company, she would also keep Lardy Lauren as her fat assistant.

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“Unhappy Immobility”

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You don’t want this? You can’t tell me you don’t want this. You don’t get like this, this fat, this obese, without wanting it.

You wanted food. All you wanted was food, nonstop glorious food. Is that my fault? Sure, I tempted you at first. I led you on a bit. It started with dessert. Why order just one? Get two. Hell, we could get three and just share them. But my shares always got to be less and less. Same with dinner. We got good at sampling things didn’t we?

You were such a skinny thing when we met, so arrogant, so vain. It was easy to play to that. 

Oh, baby, you can eat whatever you want. Everyone’s so jealous of your metabolism. You can eat and eat all the junk food you could dream of and never gain an ounce. Show them all, baby. Make those fat piggies even more jealous. They gain weight just looking at food, and you can put it away and that food baby disappears overnight.

Until it didn’t.

I helped you break that metabolism of yours didn’t I? Helped- but you’re the one who really did it. You could have said no. You could have pushed your plates away, been more mindful of your portions. And don’t act like you only ever ate around me. I know you were sneaking snacks behind my back. Sure, I was definitely helpful with my grocery trips and making sure your pantry was stocked with junk food, cookies, chips, snack cakes. But you don’t think I checked to make sure you were eating that all by yourself? I knew you couldn’t resist. I knew when I wasn’t around my naughty little piglet was still stuffing her face.

And when those first couple of pounds piled on?

Oh, baby you look so good. Better than ever, babe. You’re so curvy, so sexy. People are so jealous of you because you’ve got those killer curves. You’re so damn voluptuous. Look at me. I can’t keep my hands off of you.

That was the highlight for you wasn’t it? You really did look good with those few extra pounds and you knew it. Food couldn’t be that bad. So you just kept eating, and eating, and eating. That’s what you really want to be doing anyway. I can tell. I can hear that big fat greedy gut of your gurgling, growling with hungry. You want it. You need it. It takes a lot to fill that big blubbery belly of yours. Doesn’t it, greedy guts?

It’s so funny to watch you try to move, try to get up and walk away from this conversation. But you can’t you’re too fat to do it. Look at that gut, that sack of fat, it’s undulating in waves as you try to move yourself, breaking a sweat just trying to sit up a little straighter, but that spare tire of yours is keeping you down. Your gluttonous gut is just too big, it keeps getting in its own way. What a shame. But hey, it’s not just your big belly.

Even if your belly was gone, you’d still have that titanic ass of your weighing you down. It’s an anchor keeping you in that bed. You used to be so proud of your beautiful toned, tight ass. It used to drive everyone wild, now they can’t even see it because it’s pinned down to that bed by all your blubber, your fat. It’s so big we had to get this extra large bed so it could spread out enough and reinforce it for your weight, you big baby beluga. And now it’s hidden from view from everybody except for me when I help to keep you clean. Sponge baths means a clear view of that wide spongy ass.

And those thighs. They were once so toned, but now they’re fat and useless, so thick with turgid fat. All those precious muscles you used to have are gone. It’s all been converted to rich, lazy fat. Your tree trunk legs couldn’t even support all the fat that you’ve piled on even if they weren’t so big and cumbersome that you can’t even begin to swing them out of bed on your own.

It’s funny to remember how fit you were, how toned and sexy your long lean legs were. You used to be able to strut like a model. Now look at you, wishing you could lose enough weight to be waddling again. But you can’t even do that, too fat to even waddle or move at all. To think, what a trim little gym bunny you were, then a chubby bunny, and now you’re nothing more than a fat useless sow, a blob. 

Remember when you tried to diet? After all your friends made fun of you at your high school reunion about how fat you had gotten, not curvy, not even chubby, FAT. That was supposed to be your wake up call. You even stuck to it for a few days.

Then I introduced you to Thick Burger.

Thick Burger really did the number on you. That was the straw that broke the fat camel’s back. Once I got you hooked on their burgers, you really hogged out. It was so easy too.

Oh, baby. Come on. You deserve a little treat. And this one has avocado on it. That’s the good kind of fat.

And once you picked it up, it’s like you could never put it down. You went ham on those hamburgers and turned yourself into a hambeast. You. You did that. 

I never made you. You literally kept asking for food, all the time. And I was supposed to say no? That’s not my job. My job is to feed you and take care of you, to compliment you, to be there for you. And I am right? I’ve always been right here, and I’m always going to be right here. I even got you that big mirror above the bed so you can see yourself. You always loved to admire your reflection. And I spruced it up with pictures of your old self so you can remember the good times. See? I care.

And now you’re going to ask me for this delicious Thick Burger meal I got you. Three different burgers and I know you want them all. You want the fries too, right? Of course. I can see your mouth watering. It’s so cute the way your breathing sounds like oinking when you’re excited. So go ahead ask me for it, fat ass.

That’s a start. But now I want you to really beg. Tell me how much your fat piggy ass needs it. Tell me how much you’d rather eat than be thin again. Tell me how much you need me and this food. 

That’s right. Yeah. Just like that. Good girl. Such a nice obedient fat girl you are now, not like that brat you used to be. Here, piggy. You’ve earned it.

It’s good right? I told you. I knew you wanted it. You can’t get enough. Food makes you happy. And I give you food. It’s my job to keep you well fed. I keep you fat and happy.

It’s not my fault that you’re miserable.