"Fat Trimmings" Volume 32

More sequels! Here they are!

Sorry this is later than planned, but as some good news, this does contain four stories and over 6,000 words. I hope that makes up for it.

Enjoy!

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“The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Gym”

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No place makes you feel fatter than going to the gym.

The gym was never a place that Asami enjoyed going to. Historically, it had been a place that she had a lot of her insecurities put under a microscope and exposed for all to see. All those fit people with those judgmental stares, vain personal trainers who cared more about flaunting their own figures than helping Asami with hers. She was frustrated by the constant feelings of inadequacy that were forced upon her by others.

But with the notebook she never had to feel inadequate again.

And that compulsive need to feel better began as she got ready to enter the door.

Before she could enter, she saw a slim and sexy brunette walking up to the gym. She was dressed in a pair of tight workout pants that showcased her perfect tight heart-shaped ass and  a cropped top that bared her six pack abs.

“Why does she even need to be here?” thought Asami.

To show off obviously. She just wanted to flaunt how slim and sexy she is. Being must come so easy. Her whole life must be so easy, so privileged. No wonder she was so vain, here to just throw her success in everyone else’s face.

“She doesn’t deserve to have it so easy.”

And she wouldn’t because Asami would take out her notebook and see that that wasn’t the case.

“The brunette has a flabby ass and a visible pot belly, too big to suck in, and no matter how much she works out she will never lose any weight.”

In an instant the poor brunette unexpectedly found herself with an ass that had not only inflated and stretched the fabric of her pants, but it also developed a lot of unwanted bounce as the now chunky cheeks began to sag and slap against her thighs, which themselves has softened slightly to match the brunette’s new blubber butt.

Her butt, of course wasn’t the only thing that grew fatter as just like Asami commanded with the notebook, the brunette’s abs gave way to a stubborn jiggling pot belly, one she would never be able to hide and was sure to draw a lot of stares and comments, especially in the outfit she was currently wearing. Her bulging belly was fully bared, and now bounced around in front of her. While it did indeed surge forward, it was also clearly spongy and sagged over a waistband enough to make sure that everyone looking knew that it was filled with fat and that she wasn’t just pregnant.

Hours and hours of hard work and careful dieting was now wasted.

Asami watched as the brunette’s butt and belly wobbled as she walked into the gym to get in an ultimately fruitless session. She was pleased that the brunette’s life would never be easy again, and then walked in after her, ready to find more people to transform.

It didn’t take long for Asami to find her next victim.

Antonia was picking up shifts working the reception area at the gym that Asami visited on sparse occasions such as this whenever she could to help pay her way through college. She enjoyed the gym quite a bit, and working at reception had the additional perk of getting her into exercises classes for free which was great because Antonia couldn’t really afford to pay for the gym membership on her own, and she knew that with her sweet tooth and penchant for sneaking snacks that regular visits to the gym were essentially to keep her trim figure intact.

She was currently talking to Imani, one of the other front desk workers about a yoga class the two were planning on taking later.

“I’m so excited for Kendra’s yoga class. It’s so lucky we could actually get in. She fills up so quickly,” chirped Antonia.

“Well, she’s great, so it’s no wonder her class is always full,” mused Imani in response.

“I do feel a little bad though that there are so many people who would kill to pay to get in her class, and we get to take it for free.”

“Let those fatties be jealous. They couldn’t handle it anyway,” snarked Imani.

And that was where Asami drew the line. She thought it was very rude to be kept waiting because a couple of receptionists thought it was more important to talk about their own lives instead of doing their jobs and checking paying customers in. And they were just so arrogant about it, with their slim fit figures. Plus, they were taking Kendra’s class. Kendra! Uggh. 

Kendra was another one of the pains from Asami’s past and a large reason why Asami hadn’t been nearly as active with her gym membership as she could have been. Still, being able to take Kendra’s class with the notebook in hand could be a lot of fun. If only it wasn’t full…

Asami decided to kill two soon to be fat birds with one stone.

“The receptionists never use their free gym memberships to take classes here, they’re chunky couch potatoes.”

Suddenly, Antonia wasn’t thinking about Kendra’s yoga class anymore. She was thinking about the half-finished pint of Chunky Monkey ice cream that she had at home, and how she should order more since that will definitely be finished that night.

Her previously trim form still kept much of its former shape up to where her arms, breasts and facial features only softened slightly, but if anyone was to look over the counter they would see an entirely different story.

Antonia’s trim tummy was gone, replaced by a flabby pot belly that spilled out from under her polo uniform shirt and onto her much fuller lap, a lap courtesy of her much thicker thighs. Those pasty thunder thighs were choked by the beige work shorts that they and Antonia’s fat flabby ass were crammed into. It was a dirty little secret that Antonia was keeping because she was too embarrassed to ask for a larger pants size, but the button of those shorts had recently been replaced by a pair of safety pins, and Antonia was ashamed to admit that she felt like she could get away with this because her flabby gut sagged over the waistband enough to conceal them.

Still, as she reached into her bag of potato chips, she knew these pants were not long for this world. And her partner at reception was in the same boat. 

Imani’s ass had also ballooned in size, making sitting in her seat both more comfortable and more difficult. Her bulbous butt cheeks raised her up and gave her a lot more cushion, but her wide hips, thick thighs and meaty love handles combined to make the chair’s arm rests much more inconvenient to deal with. Speaking of arms, Imania were now hamhocks. Her flabby bingo wings wobbled every time she moved to grab another handle of peanut butter filled pretzel bites, something she was happily munching on which also caused her noticeable double chin to wobble about as well.

Antonia looked at Imani’s peanut butter stuffed pretzels with jealousy. She wanted to ask for some, but she knew that Imani was not the kind of person to share, so instead she had another handful of potato chips, brushed some crumbs off her shirt and turned back to face the patient customer that was waiting for help.

“Checking in?”

“Yes. And I’d like to take Kendra’s yoga class.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky? It looks like we just had two spots open up,” said Kendra as she scanned Asami’s membership pass.

“Perfect,” Asami said with a smile as she finished checking in and walked past the front desk to find more deserving victims inside the gym.

It didn’t take long. There were two women hanging around a water cooler, laughing. 

“Probably laughing at that fat girl who just walked by.”

The fat girl was a fiery red head who was being led over to some weight machines by a personal trainer who was already berating her. Asami would take care of that later, but first she needed to take care of her the laughers.

They looked like they were having such a grand time, talking, making fun of fat people, being so jolly.

“Jolly? Well let’s make them look the part a little more.”

Asami opened up the notebook and wrote.

“The two women at the water cooler will each grow big pot bellies that hang over the waistbands of their pants and jiggle like a bowl full of jelly anytime they laugh.”

And just like that in an instant the hard earned abdominal muscles of the two women who were just talking about the latest show they were binge watching now looked like a couple of well fed binge eaters with the significant amount of weight they they gained focused almost exclusively on giving them big bubber bellies, bellies that suddenly surged outward with fat and then collapsed, hanging low over their waistband and quivering as they laughed, gaining the slightest hint of double chins as well.

Then the laughter stopped. And for a moment their new bellies kept jiggling. Then their double chins got larger as they tilted their heads to look at their bulging bellies and suddenly grew very self-conscious as their minds feverishly rushed to justify how this could have happened. What both ladies knew for sure was that they needed to stop fooling around and get back to working out.

Asami laughed at the sight of the panicked babes with their big bloated bouncing bellies. Laughter that was cut off by the sound of someone behind her.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

Asami turned around to see a petite and wiry woman looking back at her, her hair pulled back into a thick braid and her hands wrapped in a way that suggested she had just gotten done working over a heavy bag and was now ready to work Asami over.

“What are you doing? Huh? Taking notes about us like some kind of pervert?”

Had she been caught? Would this woman try to take the notebook from her? Would this be the end. No. It couldn’t be. Asami needed to think of something fast, and the only thing she could think to do was to turn back to the notebook.

“This angry woman will gain so much weight and become so ravenously hungry that she will need to waddle on home to stuff herself too consumed with her need to feed to remember anything that she’s seen here today.”

The angry woman, who- for the record- is named Deena, began to blow up like a balloon right in front of Asami’s eyes. Her thighs swelled until they pressed together and widened the petite girl’s stance. Her thighs grew so fast that the fat slapped together violently and quivered as they bounced off each other. Deena’s abs exploded into a huge spare tire with matching love handles to complete the muffin top that easily overflowed the waistband of her pants. Her arms became flabby pillows of fat, and her breasts became large fleshy saggy mounds. Her ass turned into a shelf of fat, and her face blew up like it had been stung by a hive of bees, developing multiple chins. Being an incredibly petite woman meant that, by the time the notebook was done with her, she looked like a big ball of fat.

Deena was scared, so scared that she let out a blood curdling scream, but that fear lasted for only a moment as she was then immediately overwhelmed by incredible hunger. Food. She needed food. She had food at home. Cookies, cake, ice cream. She needed that. She could order more food on the way home and then start stuffing her face. Pizza. Burgers. French fries. Ice cream. Yes. Lots and lots of ice cream.

With nothing on her mind but the dizzying array of foods that she was going to stuff herself with turned around and waddled out of the gym as fast as her extremely fat legs could carry her. And she was gone so fast that everyone else at the gym who may have noticed her simply went back to work as if nothing unusual had happened at all.

Asami laughed out loud at the tiny bit of chaos she had caused and the cleverness of her actions to avoid any further detection. With the angry woman taken care of, and with some time left to kill before Kendra’s yoga class, Asami decided it was best to turn her attention to the cruel personal trainer and her fat client.

The trainer was the kind of muscle bound fit bitch that clearly loved barking orders and making people feel bad. As the poor fat girl was lifting pathetic weights, the trainer made jokes about her weight and form while easily doing some bicep curls of her own. Asami thought that this would be something to have some fun with.

“The trainer has gained so much weight that she is on the verge of being fired because she also enjoys stuffing her face around her clients.”

Pretty soon, nothing muscular about the trainer remained. Her biceps, once bulging with muscles now bulged with fat as did her belly. A spongy gut replaced the thick muscle belly that she once had. Her muscular ass turned to mush, and her toned thighs which once could have crushed watermelons between them had turned to flabby tree trunks of cellulite covered flesh. The weight she was using for her bicep curls was instead replaced by a large sandwich dripping with cheese and sauce that the trainer was now unceremoniously spilling on herself with a turn of crumbs that became trapped in her saggy cleavage. 

With that taken care of, Asami turned and saw a blonde on a treadmill that she decided to fatten just for the hell of it.

And while she was doing that, she failed to look back at the fat girl who was still technically being trained by the now fat trainer.

As Fiona finished up her sets she looked over at her trainer. Hannah had always been a bitch, but at least during this last set she seemed to have gotten way quieter. Usually Hannah was constantly calling her “Fiona Fatso” or “Fiona the Fatty”. But when Fiona looked back over to her trainer she realized that the silence was because Hannah was too busy stuffing her face. And Hannah was a lot heftier to say the least!

How did this happen?

Fiona looked over and saw a fat girl writing in a notebook. Who would do that in a gym? What was she up to? Fiona had passed her near the water cooler. She had seen her near that fat woman who screamed and then waddled off. Wait… hadn’t that particular fat woman been the same one who took over the heavy bag Fiona was working earlier? She wasn’t fat then. She was muscular…. Just like Hannah was muscular.

Out of the corner of her eye, Fiona caught sight of the woman on the treadmill. She was a blob of fat sweating and panting! She- she wasn’t like that before, was she?

This was too much. This was… this was… Fascinating!

She watched the woman with the notebook head toward the studio used for Kendra’s yoga class. On the way there another woman bumped into her. The woman went back to her notebook and moments later the woman who had bumped into her went from a fit one to an obese one.

Fiona couldn’t take it anymore. She had to find out more about this woman and her notebook. And in order to do that, she had to somehow get into Kendra’s yoga class.

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Back to Katrina’s Closet

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Piper Moore couldn’t take it any longer. She had tried the whole body positivity thing for about a week, but the fact of the matter is that when she looked in the mirror she didn’t see herself. She just saw some fatty.

Nevermind the fact that to most of the world she would at best be considered chubby. In Piper’s mind she was fat and being fat was unforgivable. Her pot belly, which many would have found adorable, she found disgusting. Her ass weighed her down and made her feel uncomfortable, and the feeling of her thighs slapping together as she moved about was, in her mind, completely grotesque.

She could not hope to stay this heavy forever, and, despite her efforts to diet and exercise there was no way to lose the stubborn pounds. Because she couldn’t bring herself to really lean into the body positivity thing, her followers were going down. Her subscribers were starting to cut bait with her, and she was beginning to lose money. That was the last straw.

Piper knew she had no choice but to go back into that store and demand to talk to the manager. That annoying fat goth chick might not be willing to do anything, but surely management would listen to her plea.

This, as everyone but Piper would have known, was a mistake.

Mathilde’s eyes gleamed as she saw her walking in.

“Oh, please can I get this one.”

“No. You know she’s about to-”

“I demand to speak to the manager!” shouted Piper while still a solid fifteen feet from the counter, cutting off Gwendolyyn’s correct prediction.

“Certainly, Miss. How can I help you?”

Piper’s bingo wings and belly both jiggled as she slammed her hands down on the counter and then wobbled some more as she pointed an accusatory finger at Mathilde.

“This saleswoman obviously tricked me and turned me into a butterball. And now I want this fixed.”

“Ah yes,” said Gwendolyyn as she gave Piper a nod that was full of pretend care and seriousness.

“I see. It would appear you received one of our karmic realignment curses, a very light one I might add and one that is perfectly reversible.”

“Then do it!”

“Of course, it’s only reversible if you’ve actually learned your lesson. Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes Yes. Sure. I’m very sorry. Fatties are awesome. I love fat people. Being fat has been a wonderful life changing experience, it’s just also really not for me because I actually work hard to maintain my hot body, and I would like to go back to that because this is completely unfair. Also ummm… yeah. I’m totally sorry. Go fat people. Hooray for fatties. Rah rah.”

Gwendolyyn gave Piper a smile that the vain woman completely misread.

“That’s excellent then. Follow me, and I can get you all set up.”

“Thank you. I’m glad someone here understand proper service,” snarked Piper as she flipped her hair in Mathilde’s direction, an action that only caused Mathilde to eyeroll and then let out a soft knowing chuckle as she thought about what was to come.

Gwendolyyn led Piper toward the changing rooms where she had an elegant silver evening gown set up just for the occasion.

“Try this on. If you’ve learned your lesson it will fit properly and turn your body back to the slim and toned one that you used to have.”

Gwen began to hand over the dress and then abruptly pulled it back.

“You have learned your lesson, right?”

“Yes. Of course.”

Gwen began to hand it over only to pull it back once more, enjoying the way Piper’s breasts and belly bobbled as her chubby desperate fingers reached for it.

“Because there are grave consequences if you haven’t.”

“Just shut up and give me the dress! I want to be slim and sexy again!”

This time Gwendolyyn allowed the dress to be snatched out of her hands and smiled as Piper sauntered into the dressing room with her flabby thighs and mushy but bouncing and wobbling about.

She knew there was a lot more to come.

Inside the dressing room, Piper peeled off her athleisure clothes with a heavy sigh as her chubby bits wobbled about. As she dropped her pants to the floor, Piper looked at her oversized ass struggling to fit into her sexy lace panties and gave her bloated butt a slap. Then she reached around, grabbed at her chubby belly and gave it an angry shake.

“Well, goodbye gut. Hello slim and sexy abs. Can’t wait to have you back.”

Piper pulled the dress up, annoyed with just how much she had to fight to get it past her fat thighs and wide hips and then of course her bulging belly. Her fat flesh quivered as she fought her way to squeezing herself into the dress. And when she finally got it on she was ready to watch her body suck itself in and become slim and sexy again.

She was sorely disappointed.

Instead of getting her abs back, the first thing that Piper realized with horror was that her gut was getting bigger. Her belly bulged outward further, straining against the fabric of the dress and making her feel like a total cow right from the start. She felt the fabric stretching as her love handles grew to further compliment her gut, and she tried to pull the dress off, but it was almost like it was glued onto her fattening body.

As she staggered about desperately trying to get the dress off of her, Piper felt the family sense of her thighs slapping together. She also felt the sensation of her legs growing heavy, and as that weight increased, the space between slaps shortened. Her fat thighs quivered more and slapped together faster and faster until they didn’t slap together at all because they had gotten so fat that now all her flabby thighs could do was rub together constantly.

She tried to plead for things to stop, but her words fell on deaf ears, and Piper kept packing on the pounds.

Behind her, Piper’s butt also ballooned growing far fatter and saggier than it already was. She could feel each cheek growing chunkier as they slapped against the back of her thunder thighs. Her butt kept filling with blubber even as her chubby hands desperately flew to it and gave it a squeeze in some kind of vain hope that doing so would stop things.

It didn’t.

Tears began to run down Piper’s chubby cheeks as her face grew fatter and her double chin grew doughier. Her obese body was now absolutely crammed into the dress that she had hoped would return her to her slim form. Now she just felt like a sausage, and the tight dress was beginning to hurt.

Luckily it wouldn’t hurt wrong.

Unluckily that was because she was about to be a stuffed sausage splitting its casing.

The first place to rip were the sides along her meaty love handles that quickly filled the gaps with their fat and enjoyed their new-found freedom. She staggered further and her ass began to tear the back as her belly burst through the front. Her hips and thighs grew wider and so did the holes until it felt almost like the dress was undoing itself and falling away. Soon, the now morbidly obese Piper was left with her fat body jiggling in just her bra and panties.

And only one of those would stick around.

While Piper’s breasts had grown, they didn’t grow as much as the rest of her, and while they were now certainly overflowing the cups of her bra, the whole thing didn’t snap. Down below however… those panties were doomed from the moment she slipped into the dress. Her vanity had already made it so that Piper couldn’t help but spend her days struggling into the sexiest panties she could to try and make herself feel better. And those sexy panties couldn’t take the strain of her growing ass anymore. They snapped and shot off her blubber butt leaving Piper feeling humiliatingly exposed as she stumbled and fell out of the dressing room. 

Standing over her were Gwendolyyn and Mathilde.

“Well, well, it looks like you haven't learned your lesson and that you need to buy some new clothes. Don’t worry. We have just what you need.” Gwen smiled as she held up a bland set of gray sweats that look like they had been pre-greased.

But even worse was what Piper found when she looked over at the gleefully laughing Mathilde.

With a flourish, Mathilde stretched out a huge set of granny panties that Piper realized would still be rather tight on her.

All she could do was scream.

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“More Munchie Madness”

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“We’re the Munchies, and we’re back.”

“To make two more skinny bitches nice and fat.”

“Remember Brittany from our last story?”

“We left her in all her fattened glory.”

“But Brittany also had two vain and skinny friends.”

“And in this story we get to fatten them.”

Sure, we can go ahead and retroactively introduce two new characters, nobody will find that jarring and narratively unsatisfying.

“Nobody gives a shit about your characters a plot.”

“They just want us to fatten them. It’s what gets them hot.”

Okay. Now- now you’re just making it weird. Anyway, I guess I’ll just go ahead and get this thing started.

“You do that.”

“And we’ll make them fat.”

Selena and Colette were a catty couple who had many things that made them so compatible. The first of these things were the slim sexy bodies that they both found so damn attractive. And while their hot bodies brought them together, what kept them together was their shared penchant for pettiness and tearing down other people. It was kind of trait that anyone else would have found toxic, but Selena and Colette found great joy in amping each other up when it came to antagonizing others.

They were beautiful party girls who loved to hang out with other hot people and then nitpick their so-called friends to make themselves feel even hotter. When their privileged friend Brittany blew up like a balloon, going from a slim and sexy socialite to a fat disgusting slob, it was the highlight of Selena and Colette’s social season.

“We found them calling Brittany a pig

And knew we’d found our latest gig

They liked to gossip like two loud geese

So we knew we’d make them quite obese.

It was not hard. They were so spoiled,

There was no way for our plan to be foiled.”

“We convinced them to indulge

And watch their bellies begin to bulge

We encouraged them to lay around

And that helped pile on the pounds.

Now their friends go to be catty

As we turned them into fatties.”

Selena became a much more bottom heavy girl. An outrageous pear shape with incredibly wide hips that took over an unfair portion of the couch when she shared it with Colette. Her blubbery butt was constantly knocking things over much to her embarrassment. Her thunder thighs rubbed together constantly and forced her to waddle instead of strut like she used to do. Her hips grew to be so wide that she had genuine struggles with sitting in a variety of chairs and even walking straight through doorways.

“We took great pride in the way we fattened up her gams.”

“And how she now keeps finding her big fat ass getting into jams.”

Gams? Is that what we’re reduced to? Nineteen twenties slang?

“How many times do you want to call them thunder thighs, buddy?”

“And constantly using tree trunks is no more funny.”

Well… well that was only a half rhyme. So shut up.

Anyway, Selena was a hippie hippo who also sported a very generous belly that shook like jelly, arms that wobbled with blubbery bingo wings, and a fat face that had the requisite doughy double chin, but the combination of her thick ass and even thicker thunder thighs (Yes I said it.) were the real highlight of the big show.

“Colette got fat in a very different way-”

“With some chunk in her bum but most in her belly.”

I’m not sure that rhyme works as well if it requires people to know to read it like they’re Fat Bastard in Austin Powers.

“You’d do best to move along.”

“Yeah. You don’t want us pointing out what you do wrong.”

Fair enough.

Whereas Selena was an overripe pear, Colette grew into a much more apple shape.

“That’s a very gentle way to put it.”

“What it really means is she got big tits.”

Indeed, Colette’s breasts grew into big blubbery bowling balls that sagged downward. The only things holding them up at all were her incredibly heavy duty bra and the shelf that her belly had turned into. The sexy abs that Colette used to love showing over was now replaced with a big spare tire of a belly that jutted it an impressive amount while also hanging down like an apron of fat. It was almost comical how much bigger Colette’s massive belly was than any other part of her body, a fact made even more impressive by the fact that every part of Colette grew quite fat.

Both women in fact grew to be so obese, that they eventually came to be mostly shut-ins only leaving the house when they absolutely had to and mostly living off of whatever money they could make working various work from home gigs, including working the kind of hotlines you see advertised during late night cable. 

And they made extra cash by occasionally filming humiliating fetish videos of themselves as a big fat sloppy couple. That went well until the videos got into the hands of some former friends who would not stop talking about it. But they never were able to stop. The money was too good, and it wasn’t like they were ever going to be losing any weight.

“Selena and Colette weren’t losing weight anytime soon

Which put us Munchies over the moon

Our feeding them led to their doom.”

“They once were thin and oh so haughty.

Now they’re something else quite naughty.

With big bellies and thighs that make them waddle

They’ll spend their lives as fetish models.”

“So now us Munchies take our bow

And leave with Selena Sow and Colette the Cow.”

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“Friends Thick and Thin”

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Mariah prided herself on two things, her own incredible beauty and the beauty of the friends that she surrounded herself with. Another woman as vain as Mariah might have wanted to surround herself with fatter friends to make herself look better by comparison. But Mariah considered having hot friends that she was still hotter than one of her greatest accomplishments.

She hated fat people who she thought of as being fat, greedy, gluttonous and lazy, as well as being ugly purely because they were heavier than what she deemed to be acceptable. And she made it her life’s mission to spread what she thought was the most helpful message possible and rid the world of obesity by shaming one fat person after another. It’s why she was now a successful fitness influencer who made sure she maintained a select group of other slim and sexy influencers, a fashion influencer named Jade, a health and diet influencer named Tessa, and Mariah’s best friend, a successful newsfluencer named Betsy.

The problem was that Betsy had gone and turned herself into a complete fatass. She had fallen in with Thick Burger, whom Mariah and the rest of her friends blamed for such an incredible amount of obesity in the world. As far as Mariah was concerned, they were public enemy number one, and Betsy was supposed to be working on bringing them down. And now she was advertising for them! And she was fat!

That’s what brought Mariah to this place, a tiny cafe, ostensibly to have brunch with her friends but secretly to hold an intervention for Betsy who had, again, turned herself into a fat slob.

Speaking of fat, as Mariah sat there sipping on her black coffee, she looked over and saw one of those disgusting mermaid models that Betsy was doing commercials with. She was pretty sure this one was called Monica. What she was absolutely certain of was that this supposed model was a fatty.

The model waddled about as she sucked down her calorie bomb of a drink, something with lots of chocolate and heavy cream no doubt, and tore into a messy bag egg and cheese croissant. Her big belly swelled even bigger as she stuffed her face with junk, and sauce and cheese fell onto her massive cleavage as she tore into a SECOND bacon egg and cheese. It was a disgusting sight to watch this cow cram her face with food, sweating just from the exertion of stuffing her fat face. And when she finally waddled out the door, Mariah was certain it would only be a matter of time before that fatty found herself waiting in line at a local Thick Burger to find more slop to stuff her piggish face with.

Disgusting.

Eventually, Mariah’s friend Tessa showed up and the two were left to wait for Betsy and Jade to show up. They were expecting those two to show up separately. But instead they showed up together, and Mariah was shocked by what she saw.

Betsy was as big as a house, with a disgusting double belly spilling out from under her shirt and over the waistband of her greasy sweatpants. She looked like a big fat lazy slob, waddling into the cafe with hips so wide that she practically got stuck in the doorway. Her ass was so huge, that Mariah could see its sides even when looking at Betsy head on, and she was wondering very sincerely if Betsy would need two chairs just to sit down properly. Betsy was an immense fatty with flabby arms and legs that rubbed together, and just watching her approach with her slow lumbering steps because of her tree trunk thighs and fat feet had Mariah wondering more and more if Betsy was just a lost cause.

But what was really shocking was what had happened to Jade.

Jade had a belly! And honest to god gut where her sexy abs had once been. And the fashionista was clad only in a sweat suit probably because sweatpants were the only thing that fit her right now because of her thicker thighs and fat flabby ass, and even those sweatpants were looking pretty tight, and her shirt couldn’t contain Jade’s pudgy pot belly. Mariah couldn’t believe how much of a chubster Jade could have turned into in such a short amount of time. She was softer everywhere. She even had a double chin coming in! Eww! How could she have let herself turn into such a chubby low class slob? This couldn’t be. Mariah would stand for it. That fatso Betsy must have done something.

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” Mariah shouted as she stood up and confronted Betsy directly. She couldn’t help but grab Betsy by the belly blubber to try and prove her point.

“It’s bad enough that you turned yourself into this, but you had to ruin Jade as well? Shame on you, you disgusting cow!”

Betsy pushed Mariah’s hands away.

“Hey. What’s wrong with you, crazy? I just showed Jade a more fun and comfortable way to live. No restraints. We’re really free. You should try it some time.”

Mariah could smell the greasy Thick Burger on Besty’s breath.

“Fat chance, piggy. You two can go ahead and be fat and lazy and disgusting. Be gluttonous pigs all you want, but I’m not like you. I’m better in every way, you lard ass. You want to be fat losers? Fine! But I’m out of here!”

Tessa got up and put a hand on Mariah’s shoulder.

“Hey now, let’s be cool and just have some friendly brunch. Okay? We’re all friends here.”

“No. No way! I’m not staying here and watching them stuff their fat faces. They can be greedy little piggies all they want. They’re no longer worthy of my friendship, and I’m leaving.”

With that, Mariah gave Betsy’s blubber belly another shake and proceeded to poke Jade in her own pot belly and then stormed out the door never to see her friends again.

Until next time of course.