"Swimming with Shamu": An Exclusive Cut

So I wrote two quick stories yesterday and then pretty much immediately put them up on Deviant Art. And then I thought "Well, you people pay five dollars a month, so I should probably take at least one of those and give you a quick exclusive cut sequel as a reward for your patronage." So here it is complete with a twist at the end for long time readers.

Enjoy!

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Jamie looked at herself in the locker room mirror and tried to pretend that she didn’t recognize herself. She tried to push the idea that the obese slob looking back at her with a face so fat that it made her eyes look beady could possibly be her out of her mind. But the more she looked at the reflection the more it disgusted her because the more she had to admit that the incredible fatty staring back at her was indeed her.

“I’m such a fatso,” Jamie thought.

She knew that it wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t planned to catch an obesity virus. She… she couldn’t help herself when she came to food. And sure, she didn’t even try to diet or exercise at this point but being this fat, this obese… it wasn’t entirely her fault.

Jamie grabbed her big blubbery belly, the belly she had built by stuffing her face with donuts and pizza and beer and not bothering to do the sit ups and other exercises that she should have done, that she would have done and done easily back when she was thin. Now she held in her hands a gut that she was thoroughly ashamed of and that strained the bathing suit that she was wearing.

That suit was a simple one piece, a utilitarian suit because she couldn’t easily find a stylish one in her size, and she didn’t want to spend too much time in a store even looking for one, admitting just how big she had gotten. And she sure as shit wasn’t going to be caught dead in a bikini with all of her blubber in display. In the past she would have loved showing off her figure in a bikini, but not with this fat figure. Of course, it’s not like the swimsuit really disguised much. It clung to her big flabby belly like a second skin. It barely contained her fat saggy breasts, and the rest of her fat still oozed out. Her very pinchable love handles still hung out shamelessly and even more shameless was her fat ass whose tremendous flabby cheeks were trying their best to eat it.

Jamie reached behind her and felt her fat ass and was once again disappointed to realize that each cheek was now far too large to be held in her individual chubby hands. The fat just spilled over the sides of her hands and oozed between her fingers. She used to love her tight, perky ass, but now her flabby ass was just another sagging disappointment.

And of course her monstrous thunder thighs were on full display. They were great quaking things covered in cellulite, and as she felt them rub together as she waddled toward the pool, Jamie mourned the loss of her previous confident strut and just the ability to move freely and normally in general. When she had slim and toned legs it was so easy to move quickly, confidently, and now that she had no choice but the move slowly because her thighs rubbed together and the rest of her immense body weighed her down, there was no room for confidence. This was eroded further when she got to the pool and saw the Stacy was already there.

“Hey! It’s the Big Shamu!” laughed Stacy.

Jamie was jealous of Stacy, and she couldn’t believe it. Stacy was a complete fat ass, and yet she was somehow confident in her big body. Jamie wished she could have that kind of self-confidence. Of course, she always wished she was as thin as that fat ass Stacy, and that was something Jamie couldn’t believe she was somehow forced to admit. But it was true. Stacy was fat, but Jamie was far fatter. She had earned the nickname she had once so cruelly bestowed upon Stacy. Jamie was the Big Shamu now.

“You about to jump in, Fatso? I’ve got to see this.”

It was hard, but Jamie tried her best to ignore Stacy as she jumped into the pool. It was impossible to ignore Stacy’s laughter at the immense splash that Jamie had made.

“Thar she blows! Hahaha!”

Jamie just went right to swimming. She used to cut through the water with ease, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Each move with her flabby arms was work. Just getting her blubbery bingo wings moving was difficult, and dragging her heavy body through the water was not easy to do. It was a lot easier than trying to walk around, certainly less hell on the joints, but she was still getting winded easily and didn’t even make a full lap before she was stuck getting so winded that all she could do was feebly doggie paddle.

“Sad Shamu can’t even swim a whole lap. Oh well. Enjoy your time, Fatso.”

Stacy had seen enough of a show, and Jamie was grateful to be finally left alone, but as she watched Stacy pull herself out of the water, she wasn’t looking forward to having to do that herself. So Jamie vowed to stay in the water for as long as she could before she had to end up looking and feeling like a big fat flopping fish. 

But eventually the time came. She just couldn’t stay in the pool anymore. So she began to heave herself out, struggling to pull her fat ass out of the pool with her fat weak arms. She was a pathetic sight, and one that was seen at that by her ex-boyfriend Chad and his new girlfriend Wendy. Chad was a hard bodied personal trainer who worked out of the gym that the company used so he also had access to the pool, and Wendy was Jamie’s ex-best friend who worked as a glamor model and was here as Brad’s guest.

“Jeez, Jumbo Jamie. You really did let yourself go. It’s pathetic,” scolded Wendy.

“Yeah. You’re such a fat lazy slob. I really dodged a bullet with you,” laughed Chad.

“See you around, Shamu,” said with a wave before doing an effortlessly graceful dive into the pool.

“Oink. Oink.” added Chad before plunging in with a cannonball.

As Jamie slowly got herself up to her feet, she overheard Chad and Wendy talking about a trip they were planning on taking, a trip that would take them to a tropical locale, to the same tropical locale Jamie went to and got sick.

Jamie waddled away, but couldn’t help but have a knowing smile on her fat face.

(Want to see how Chad and Wendy turn out? They don’t have names in it, but you can go ahead and read “Obesity Virus” in “Fat Trimmings” Volume 15)