"Fat Trimmings" Volume 30

Sorry this is late, work got busier than expected. But here it is.

Enjoy!

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“The Fat Making Notebook Goes Shopping”

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Asami almost didn’t bring the notebook with her to the grocery store. She certainly didn’t expect to need it. But as she started to leave her apartment, she couldn’t help but feel a nagging sensation that it would be bad to leave the notebook behind. What if someone broke into the apartment? (Even though she was living in a fourth floor walk up and her door was double bolted and it was also the middle of the day.) The notebook might get stolen. (Even though it was safely locked away in her desk drawer in the same cheesy secret compartment she used to keep her diary in.) So as she hesitated at the door for a moment longer than she could measure, Asami eventually turned around and went back to grab the notebook.

It was better to be safe and sorry, and there was no harm to come from carrying the notebook around.

At least not to her.

So Asami clenched the book in her hands and found that as she headed off to the grocery store, her mind was no longer just on what she would buy to feed herself, but who she would transform while she was there. It seemed to her that the inside of the grocery store would supply an infinite amount of creative ideas. What a perfectly simple place to take the notebook. Plenty of rude Karen’s at the local grocery store. Plenty of people who come back regularly. It was the perfect place to go and find new people- rude people- definitely rude awful people- to punish and a delightful place to check in on them from time to time. Yes. It was definitely the perfect pla-

That’s what Asami was thinking about before her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the jarring sensation of being suddenly run into, not just randomly bumping into someone, but being actively shoulder and nearly sent to the floor. 

“Watch where you’re going, fat ass!”

They were two slim friends who were laughing at her having shoved her right as she was getting to the door of the store, and Asami had to admit that she was getting tired of that particular trope in her life and of people quoting that damn Mean Girls line at her.

That’s when she realized she no longer had the notebook!

In a panic she looked down to see that, fortunately, it had just fallen to the ground right next to her and gone no farther. She snatched it back up and stormed into the grocery store, determined to make the woman who nearly cost her the notebook pay.

There were two women, friends, annoying chatty, catty friends, slim and sexy stereotypes still clearly laughing about what a fine trick they had just played. One, a blonde, was taller and more muscular than her much more petite red headed friend. Based on her musculature, Asami assumed that the blonde Karen was the one to shove into her and took joy in steering her away from the vegetable aisle.

“The blonde who bumped into me will no longer eat salads or enjoy healthy food. She’s become a real junk food junkie, and she’s going to go find a bag of marshmallows to eat right now. As she eats them, her ass is going to grow until it’s so fat that it splits her pants.”

“Then we’ll see who gets to laugh,” thought Asami as she watched the blonde suddenly steer her cart away from the vegetables and toward the snacks.

The red head, who was too distracted choosing between a cut bag of spinach and kale or a bag of spring mix, suddenly turned to see her friend headed elsewhere.

“Sharon, where are you going?” she called out.

Asami chuckled to herself seeing how close she was with mentally naming the woman Karen and then ducked into the snack aisle to watch Sharon’s transformation.

Sharon couldn’t believe the incredible craving for sweets that she had, and for salty things, for things rich and fat that she had spent so many years denying herself. It was like she couldn’t say no any longer. She suddenly wanted cookies, and cake, and potato chips and ice cream and… marshmallows. She wanted marshmallows. She NEEDED marshmallows.

She found the bag and couldn’t wait to even get it to the checkout counter. Like a wild animal, she tore into the bag right there and began stuffing the sweet treats into her mouth, chewing as fast as she could.

Asami was excited to see the body of a woman who could have modeled for Playboy become a chubby bunny indeed.

As Sharon began to eat the marshmallows, her body began to change. Her muscles all softened slightly, but by far the biggest change came to the swelling of her ass. It was subtle at first, just a little bit of extra plumpness, but then as she got to the fourth and fifth marshmallow that she was cramming into her cheeks, her ass cheeks which were already getting chunky really started to balloon. The fat filled them like water balloons, first expanding outward and then sagging downward. The plump mounds of plush flesh would have sagged even further if they were not struggling against the confines of her tight pants.

To aid in the battle against the pants, Sharon’s hips and thighs began to widen too. Her entire lower half grew thicker and into an exaggerated pear shape as she pushed more delicious marshmallows into her greedy mouth.

The marshmallows kept coming, and so did the pounds, and as her pants got tighter and near bursting, that’s when he red headed friend came turning down the aisle in shock at what she was seeing.

Sharon ignored her though and kept eating. With the bag almost finished, she realized she had dropped one of the marshmallows and reached down to pick it up.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPP!!!!

That’s when the pants gave way, and yet Sharon instinctively shoved the last marshmallow into her mouth before shooting up and using her hands to try and cover her now exposed chubby cheeks. Her friend couldn’t help but be a catty bitch.

“Wow, Sharon. I catch you sneaking snacks and look at what happens. I can’t believe I never realized you had put on so many pounds. You’ve really gained weight, girl.”

“Shut up, Terri,” Sharon muttered with her mouth full of marshmallow.

Terri walked up and poked Sharon in her tummy which had grown just enough to pop the button on her pants but was a far cry from her swollen ass cheeks.

“Face it, piglet. You’ve gotta go and buy yourself some fat pants.”

Sharon turned away and started to storm out of the store as quickly as her fat ass and torn pants would allow. She dropped the empty bag of the marshmallows to the floor with no intention of paying for it, another thing that Asami took as a sign that Sharon was worthy of punishment.

Asami figured that Terri shouldn’t get off scott free either and once again opened her notebook.

“Terri is extra catty to Sharon to distract from her own recent weight gain. She had also become a junk food junkie who has recently gained a little pot belly and a real bloated face. She’s going to be an obese slob within the year.”

“Hey, wait for me, piglet!” Terri called after Sharon.

As Terri walked past her, Asami could see the changes to the red head’s figure. Her shirt was now noticeably tighter, stretched by a belly that he replaced her abs and forced the shirt up just enough to expose a delicious sliver of flabby flesh. Her previous angelic face was now round and distinctly bloated looking, a clear sign of her new junkfood addiction. It was already starting to look a little greasy and had the start of a nice doughy double chin. 

Asami looked forward to seeing the women again as she was certain they would now be addicted to the junk food here at the store, and she was eager to see how they would change.

But for now, Asami had to look away from her former victims and look down not at the notebook but at her shopping list. After all, she had her own errand to run.

And as she looked up to survey the store for what she needed, she knew she would find a fresh crop of victims as well.

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“Priya was Pretty”

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Priya was pretty. She was everything she knew a woman was supposed to be. She had a slim waist with a fat stomach that widened slightly into curvy but still slender hips. She had a pert butt which was tight and toned and in the shape of a heart. Her breasts were modest but perky and large enough that she certainly couldn’t complain about them. And the rest of her body was muscular but trim with her legs being especially long and glorious. Her long lean limbs gave her a model’s strut and were paired nicely with the toned arms that ended in delicate hands. Her face was angelic as well with a perfect button nose and sharp cheekbones and chin. She was very pretty indeed.

And Priya knew she was pretty. Everyone always reminded her of that. People practically fell over themselves to give her compliments. Sometimes Priya let that go to her head, and it made her kind of arrogant and vain. Sometimes that vanity led her to belittle others whom society had had deemed far less pretty.

Priya’s prettiness opened many doors for her and made her life seem so easy to the point of being sometimes so boring. She didn’t even have to do anything to maintain her prettiness which many people noted was rather unfair, but this just caused Priya to laugh, and even Priya’s laugh was pretty.

This easy road of prettiness was one that Priya would strut down all throughout her years of schooling, she was head cheerleader and prom and homecoming queen, she was the president of the student union in college and president of of sorority. She even quickly rose through the ranks of the marketing firm that she had gotten a job at right out of college and did some modeling on the side. There was no freshman fifteen for Priya, no sophomore slump. Even when she got into “the real world” she never gained any weight. She was always perfect and pretty.

Then Priya turned thirty.

And then the pounds started to pile on.

They were just a few at first, just a pit of pudge to pork up Priya’s previously trim waist and turn into a pot belly. Priya’s prettiness had always turned heads and often inspired jealousy. Once she started to plump up, those heads turned toward each newly perceived flaw, and those who were jealous now had eyes filled with delight and fingers that liked to poke Priya’s new pudge. There hands were also eager now to ply Priya with pleasant treats to plump her up further. Pretty Priya saw many pastries pushed past her pouty lips.

Pastries lead to pounds, a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips. And as such Priya’s modest hips grew much wider, and her pert bum began to sag. As her thighs grew noticeably thicker, and her arms grew softer, and once she developed a definite muffin top with a spongy stomach and love handles that poked over the sides of many of her pretty outfits, plenty of people told Priya- in a not so polite fashion- to cut back on the snacking. 

But Priya persisted. 

Plentiful pastries weren’t the only thing that popped into her mouth. Priya also loved popcorn and potato chips, and for breakfast she frequently ate waffles or pancakes smothered in butter and syrup and served with a properly large side of bacon. Lunch and dinner were equally large and indulgent meals, rich in variety and calories. And there was always plenty to snack on in between. 

So the pounds persisted as well, and fat continuing to pack onto Priya’s previously petite frame. It wasn’t long until people started talking about how the pretty Priya had gone from pleasantly plump to being a proper fatty. 

Priya’s plush pot belly became a sizeable gut, a symbol of her newfound gluttony that seemed to grow with every pound that found its way onto her body. It wasn’t just that Priya wasn’t trying to lose weight. She seemed to be eating more and more while growing progressively lazier and therefore plumper. The pounds that once settled slow began to come much more rapidly and Priya’s body grew much more round as a result.  

Her round rump grew bigger and with a lot more bounce to it as she stepped, but the rhythm was wild an inconsistent as her fat ass cheeks just wobbled in all directions, the soft cellulite covered fat struggled to be crammed into any kinds of pants, and dresses would inevitably cling to those chunky cheeks like a second skin and ride upward to reveal more of her equally chunky and equally cellulite covered thunder thighs, thick tubes of fatty flesh whose close proximity became closer as they pressed together more and began to take much more effort to separate them again.

The consistent growth of her thunder thighs paired with the largening of her lumpy ass and the widening of her hips meant that Priya’s confident strut was taken away from her, and she was reduced to a slow and ponderous waddle. This came to the joy of many a previously jealous person who now enjoyed savoring the schadenfreude and were often heard to comment that Priya would no longer need her model strut because she had become far too fat to even be considered a plus-sized model.

But Priya, if she heard those petty comments, paid them no mind. Instead, she put them out of her head and put more junk food in her mouth.

It was a kind of awakening for Priya who had spent so much of her life trying to be what everyone else told her was perfect. She had spent so long being prim and proper and pretty that it felt good to just let go, to not feel beholden to the expectations of others and to just indulge in the things that she wanted and the results that came with it.

Many people continued to comment behind Priya’s back, and some to her face. Those who previously felt jealous now felt joy, presumably at Priya’s expense. And those who felt pity for her treated Priya like turning thirty had been some kind of curse. But for Priya it felt like she was finally truly coming into her own, blossoming into her own person spiritually and emotionally as her body continued to bloom with fat. The weight kept coming, but the worries melted away with her muscles.

Porky Priya did as she pleased. And what she wanted to do more than anything else was eat. Just developed a big spare tire and marvelous pendulous breasts along thighs becoming thick as tree trunks and her arms growing as fat as hams. She had a big round face with a thick neck obscured by her multiple chins. Priya the Porker as the rude ones called her grew to be a big fat ball of blubber, and when she looked in the mirror she took longer than she ever did to admire herself because she knew the truth.

Priya was gorgeous.

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“Surprising Pounds Abound”

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Brittany Muehller was a stuck up snob, a privileged sorority girl fresh out of college and set to make a life for herself on her own with the help of daddy’s money. She had her rent for her first year out of college already paid for, and she had access to her father’s credit card for everything else, so Brittany wasn’t exactly in a rush to get a job. She was ready to keep her party life going all in the excuse of taking the time to really “find herself”.

“She’ll find herself getting very fat.”

“And we’re here to take care of that.”

Hey, wait a minute. What are you guys doing here?

“We got tired of that notebook getting all the glory.”

“So now this is a surprise Munchies story.”

Oh, come on guys, look. I have you marked down right here, see? You’re in my notes: “Fat Trimmings: Volume 32, do more sequel stories. Include Munchies and….

“That notebook again, yuck.”

“So we’re taking over this story, you talentless-”

Hey. Hey. Hey. Okay. You want to do the story? Fine. It’s all yours. Do the verse thing.

“Brittany loved to party all night and day,

Something that would affect how much she weighed.

All the booze and drugs made her mind hazy,

And that fog made her more lazy.”

“She would lounge around all day and snack

Eagerly eating while laying on her back

All that snacking began to make her quite plump,

Gaining weight in her belly, breasts, and rump.

At first those pounds seemed quite pleasant,

And that’s when we made ourselves present.”

The Munchies are tricky creatures with a knack for finding people at their weakest points. Often that’s in moments of depression, a lost job, a broken relationship, but in Brittany’s case, it was in a moment of vanity. When the first few pounds settled where they did, Brittany didn’t take this as a sign of a slipping metabolism and a warning of things to come. Instead, she took this as a sign that she was becoming even more gorgeous.

“Brittany thought she was just getting curvy.”

“So we stepped in to turn her world topsy turvy.”

“She loved being curvy, but we decided fat was better.

So we doubled down on what we fed her.

Cake and cookies, ice cream and chips,

Lots of junk food went past her lips.

And soon her pants were really stretched by her wider hips.”

“Her dresses got tighter, her pants wouldn’t fit,

And soon it looked like Brittany was ready to quit.

She wanted to get herself back on track with a diet,

And to really crush her hopes we let her try it.”

“Because we knew the way to make her fail,

Turn on to Thick Burger to turn her into a whale.”

Wait. Wait. Wait a minute. Thick Burger? You can’t turn this into a Thick Burger story, you’re Munchies. You don’t belong in that universe. You can’t just do whatever the hell you want; it’ll confuse people. Do you know how many readers I have that care about my continuity?

“Shove your continuity up your butt,

Your readers are just here for smut.”

“We like to fatten and like to tease,

So we Munchies go where we please.

And where we are is always Munchie time.

We can do what we want as long as we rhyme.”

“We’re the Munchies on the hunt,

So shut your trap you big dumb-”

Okay! Geeze. I’m late getting this out anyway, so yeah. This is a Thick Burger story now. Go hog wild.

“A lazy hog is just what Brittany would become.

Sitting on her blubbery buns

Becoming quite a chubby one

She would be quite obese by the time we were done.”

Anybody ever tell you, you have no consistency with your rhyme scheme or meter?

“Anybody ever tell you to shut the fuck up?”

“It’s called free verse, asshole.”

Alright. I’m sorry that I disrespected your verse, but there really is no need to curse. You want this story, then have your fun. I’m getting out of here. Goodbye. I’m done. 

“Brittany’s breasts blew up like balloons,

And over her pants her big belly loomed.

As she grew a muffin top

She would find it hard to stop

The burgers were something she could especially dig,

And that helped her turn into a pig.”

“She even had Thick Burger’s pies

To help add poundage to her thighs.

She ate even more when she smoked grass

Which contributed to her big fat ass.”

“Her friends all had laughs at her expense.

And their relationships soon grew tense.

They all found it very funny

When Brittany was caught off from daddy’s money.

He got tired of the lazy swine

Racking up such exorbitant food bills on his dime.”

“With the money gone, her “friends” went with it

Laughing at the pants that Brittany split

Now that her designer clothes no longer fit.

Once she had to get a real job

That’s when we really turned Brittany into a blob.”

“We sent her to Thick Burger to work and feast

And swell until morbidly obese

That’s where we left our once vain villain

Sweating and eating while she’s grilling.”

“She who once made fun of fat girls now where’s the other shoe.

And we’ll see you all in ‘Fat Trimmings’ Volume 32.”