"Fat Trimmings" Volume 24

It's still technically Tuesday, so enjoy this volume of "Fat Trimmings" that is still technically on time. Two of these three pieces are sequels to previous stories. The Adipose Zone is based on the one (albeit absolutely excellent) suggestion I got this time around.

Enjoy!

“The Adipose Zone: Kim/Kimberly”

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You are on a journey. A journey through a sixth dimension beyond the imagination of mere human beings. It is a dimension not just of touch and taste, but of thought. It is a dimension far from the hard edges of our own reality, a softer place as wide as time itself and as large as one’s own imagination.

Observe now, if you will, a tale told through a mirror, a story starring one Kim Sinnet, a woman whose mirror is her best friend and whose reflection is her most prized possession. In Kim's world, beauty is not just skin deep. It's her entire identity. Her days are filled with compliments, her nights with admiration. But today, Kim's reflection is about to show her something she's never seen before.

Unbeknownst to her, Kim is about to go on the same journey you’re on.

A journey to the Adipose Zone.

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Kim was a slim bitch who walked like a model with a confident strut even when she was alone in her spacious apartment walking into her kitchen for breakfast. She cut herself half a grapefruit and set it aside as she brewed herself some black coffee and then reached a slender arm up into the cabinet to grab herself a box of generic bran flake cereal which she poured into a bowl with a light amount of skim milk.

She wrapped her slim fingers around her coffee mug and brought it up to her delicately featured face taking care to blow on it first. As she exhaled, her brain suddenly felt foggy.

Kimberly was a big fat fatty whose thunder thighs gave her a constant waddle even as she awkwardly shuffled past the old fast food containers and dirty laundry that littered her tiny apartment as she walked into her kitchen for breakfast. She cut herself a generous helping of coffee cake and fished out the new white chocolate macadamia nut creamer she was dying to try with her coffee. While she let that pot brew, she reached a wobbly arm up to her cabinet to fish out a box of breakfast cereal. Her flabby bingo wings shook as she pulled out a half empty family size box of Lucky Charms and poured herself a big bowl before drowning the cereal in half and half.

She wrapped her chubby fingers around her coffee mug and brought it up to her fat face to smell the rich creamer before taking a big messy swig and letting some of it dribble down her chin. As she wiped the drippings off her chin with the back of her fat chin, she couldn’t help but feel an incredible sense of deja-vu. 

Kim loved to make fun of fat people. She hated fat people because she thought they were lazy and ugly, and honestly they made for big fat targets for Kim to use to exhibit her own power and control. The truth was that making fun of fat people made her feel better about herself.

After she finished her light breakfast, Kim bounded toward the bathroom to take a nice hot shower. She loved to shower because it gave her an excuse to run her slender hands all over her toned and sexy body. She loved the feeling of her tight muscles, her pert ass and her well earned six pack abs.

Once she was done with the shower, Kim wrapped herself up in a slinky towel and gave a strut over to the bathroom mirror, wiping the fog clear so she could admire her gorgeous reflection.

Kimberly hated being made fun of for being a fat person. She hated being treated like she was lazy and ugly because she was such a big girl. But she was used to being a big fat target at this point. People loved to make her feel weak and powerless by making fun of her. They took great joy in making Kimberly feel bad about herself.

After she finished her breakfast, which included a second bowl of cereal and two extra slices of coffee cake, Kimberly slowly pushed herself away from the crumb covered table and waddled off to the bathroom to take a shower. She couldn’t count on it being hot because the heat in her cheap ass apartment was so unreliable. Kimberly also hated showering because she hated feeling her fat between her pudgy fingers. She would avoid it if she could, but she knew that was an impossibility. So she got into the shower and went to wake even though she detested the feeling of her big fat squishy ass and her gelatinous gut. She was so large that she found certain parts of her flabby fat roll covered body difficult to reach and clean thoroughly, so she would let the soap into her folds and hope for the best.

Once she was done with her shower, Kimberly lumbered out of the shower, and started to dry herself off with a towel that was two small to wrap around her obese body. Her flabby arm jiggled as she wiped the steam that covered her bathroom mirror to reveal her fat face in the reflection.

Kim screamed at what she saw in the mirror. Her fat hands quickly flew to her chubby cheeks to pinch them. A thick sausage finger wobbled her doughy double chin, and she screamed again. Frantically, Kim staggered around her dingy bathroom, a bathroom far smaller than her own. As she staggered she took note of a strange rubbing sensation, the feeling of flesh brushing against flesh and brought her gaze down to the rest of her obese body.

She nearly passed out.

To her shock, she couldn’t even fully see the state of her fat thighs while standing up because of the immensity of her jiggly belly in front of and her flabby shelf of an ass behind her. She spun around trying to angle herself while lifting up her belly to get a better view, and as she did so her fat ass sent several generic brand hygiene products scattering. Kim couldn’t take it any more and barged out of her bathroom, somehow squeezing her bulk through the narrow doorway.

As she emerged through her bathroom and back in her apartment, her towel now left behind, Kim looked around and took stock of her situation. She was relieved to see herself back to normal. She was as slim and sexy as ever, and though she would have to schedule an appointment with a doctor to see if she had perhaps had a miniature stroke, she shook her head and brushed the whole thing off as a freak nightmarish daydream, a figment of an overactive imagination.

Kim strut across her pristine apartment and saunters into her posh bedroom to get herself dressed for the day. She had already laid out what she was going to wear, a pretty blouse and an elegant pencil skirt to go with it. She was eager to start her day of turning heads while looking both professional and glamorous at the same time.

Kimberly waddled out of the bathroom and lumbered across her cramped pigsty of an apartment and into a bedroom that had turned into a laundry basket with dirty laundry taking up every conceivable surface that wasn’t already covered by a fast food container. She dreaded her day as she picked up some semi-clean clothes she found on the floor and began to dress herself in a mismatched set of sweats. She knew she was in for another day of people turning away from her or bullying her for being a big fat slob.

She finished putting on her outfit and looked at her fat body in the full length mirror.

As Kim looked in the mirror, she let out another blood curdling scream. There was that fat cow again looking back at her! She was an obese hog dressed in dirty sweats. And when Kim looked down she found that she was the hog. She was fat and she could feel the ill-fitting sweatpants stretched across her stretch mark and cellulite covered skin.

Her big belly was spilling out of the outfit, and as she shook it with her fat hands, she looked at the reflection in the mirror shaking it as well. 

In a fit of rage and disgust, Kim picked up an old shoe and threw it at the mirror, shattering it. She fled the room as fast as her tree trunk legs would allow. And barged out of her bedroom.

But the rest of her apartment was a sty as well! Unlike in the bathroom things were not back to normal. She was still fat. The tiny apartment was still a complete mess. She threw herself onto the creaking crumb covered couch in despair as the full understanding of her new reality began to set it.

And with that new understanding came another horrifying revelation for the fat girl.

Kim was very very hungry. She collapsed on the couch in sadness knowing it was only a matter of time before she gave into her cravings and continued on with her life as a big fat loser.

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Here lies Kim Sinnet, a woman whose vanity has twisted her reflection into everything she disdains. She’s trapped here now by her own prejudices in a prison not just of her body but of her mind, doomed to live out the life she never wanted, experiencing the humiliations she once heaped onto others.

Let that be the lesson. Be careful looking in mirrors because you never know when you might find yourself on the other side, here in the Adipose Zone.

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“Another Bit of Magic”

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Big fat Opal was ready for her revenge, and Delia was ready to humiliate her again.

Delia loved to humiliate Opal after her failed magical coup. She would frequently make comments on Opal’s size calling her things like Piggy, Oinking Opal, and Roly Poly Opal. She loved to put her down while flaunting her own figure and power. She was practically daring Opal to try and fail again.

And one day Opal finally took her shot.

And Delia was ready.

She could sense Opal trying to sneak up on her, she could practically hear the wand moving into position to cast, and she had to right counter charm ready to go once again and truly blow Opal up like a balloon.

With hardly any effort at all, Delia performed the counter charm and turned around with a flourish to taunt her fattening frenemy only to discover to her horror that Opal was standing there wand at the ready.

She had performed the counter charm too early, and by the time she went to perform it again it was a hair too late.

The fattening was upon her.

For a brief moment, Delia felt pretty good, as the first thing to swell about her were her breasts. As they began to grow and surge forward, Delia held on to the faintest of hopes that Opal had mixed up her hex and she might come out of this even better than before. Then her breasts really started to grow soft and heavy, and as she felt the tinge in her back that came with her hefty breasts sagging downward, she knew from the size of her quivering mounds of flesh that she was wrong and things were only just beginning.

Her belly began ballooning next, losing its definition and becoming a big ball of spongy fat. It jiggled and bounced as it grew, popping the buttons of her blouse and plopping over the waistband of her pants right before bursting that button as well. Her blouse began to rise up and even tear slightly as her midsection continued to expand into a commanding muffin top complete with a globular gut and meaty, squeezable love handles.

Delia’s thighs thickened next alongside her ballooning butt. Her lower half seemed to be exploding with fat in all directions and all at once. Her thighs split her tight pants at the side, and her blubbery butt broke through the back of her pants, splitting the seam right along her crack and letting her chunky cellulite covered cheeks be seen. Fat oozed out and quivered as she staggered about in panic. Her thighs began to rub and then press together, and as she walked toward Opal in anger, her walk was transformed into a slow waddle.

Even Delia’s angelic face grew round with distinct jowls and a doughy double chin, she could feel the fat on her face wobble as she huffed and puffed, pouted and plodded her way toward Opal. What Delia didn’t count on was that the fattening of her feet would break the straps of her dainty heels, and that her overall increase in body weight would cause those same heels to break at the slightest stumble. And once those heels started to give way, the obese woman gave quite the tumble, exasperating the many tears in her clothing and revealing even more quivering blubber.

As Delia’s clothes continued to tear away as she flopped about on the floor like a big fat fish out of water, Opal stood over her and laughed at Delia’s bouncing blubber.

The two fat witches locked eyes and glared at each other, and both knew there and then that this rivalry was far from over.

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“Beauty Gets Big”

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Betsy had never thought her life would go this way, and she couldn’t believe what she was looking at.

In her hands at that moment were the latest prints of Thick Burger’s newest ad campaign celebrate their newest fish sandwich. The main feature in the ad was someone Betsy recognized as Veronica Lane, a former college swimmer who had come to some renown in local circles as an athlete and then fitness influencer. Of course, to say that Betsy truly recognized Veronica might have been something of a misnomer. While, Betsy recognized the name Veronica Lane and was familiar with her previous work, she certainly did not recognize the woman she was staring at in a physical sense.

The Veronica Lane that Betsy was familiar with was a slim and sexy athlete, a model with the athletic form of a dedicated near Olympic level swimmer.

The Veronica in the ad was an absolute whale.

This Veronica was nowhere near what one would begin to call in shape unless they were joking and said that shape was round. But even then, that wouldn’t be strictly accurate, because round implies structure, and Veronica’s fat just kind of bulged out and flopped over from all over. She was a mess of rolls and folds and a lazy blubbery belly that sloshed to the side as she reclined on a fake rock in her ill-fitting mermaid costume. In other pictures when she sat up it rolled over and took up most of her lap. It seemed to change shape at any given angle, but it was always soft looking and incredibly large and saggy. 

Betsy wasn’t looking at any video, but she could imagine that Veronica’s blubber belly was the kind of soft sack of fat that jiggled with the slightest movement. Betsy couldn’t see Veronica’s legs because of the mermaid costume, but based on the way that the tail stretched at the sides, she could tell that the former swim star’s thighs must be massive. 

Veronica’s weight disgusted Betsy.

And yet….

Betsy couldn’t help but squeeze her own growing belly. Six months of going on her Thick Burger binge and it was already super noticeable. It was heavy as she rolled the fat between her fingers. She had developed love handles to go with it, giving her quite the muffin top. While her gut wasn’t nearly as massive as Veronica’s, Betsy had to admit that she didn’t see it getting much smaller anytime soon, and if anything she had to think it would get bigger… fatter.

Betsy just couldn’t kick the burgers.

She tried. She really did. The problem was… they were just so damn good. Betsy had spent her entire life denying herself such indulgences, but now that she had walked through that door there would be no going back. She was a Thick Burger junkie in every way. And all that junk was adding junk to her trunk.

Betsy reached behind her and gave her flabby ass a sizeable squeeze. The chunky cheek that she palmed was far too big to be held in one hand, and she could feel the creamy fat ooze between her fingers. Its softness reminded Betsy of just her pert and perfect her ass once was, it was a point of pride. Now it made her feel like a big fat failure.

Her thighs had softened too, another sign of her newfound laziness. She felt like such a pig with her soft thunder thighs replacing her previously athletic ones. When she walked, Betsy felt her fat thighs slap together, and she was afraid that if she couldn’t get herself together that those thick thighs would soon be permanently pushing together and forcing her to waddle.

She knew she needed to go on a diet, but here she was anyway, about to be another Thick Burger spokesperson, desperate to satisfy her hunger she was now about to shill for the company she was prepared to rail against just a few months ago.

The camera began to roll.

“Hey there folks, it’s me, Betsy Jones with another delicious Thick Burger. This one is one of my personal favorite. It’s a big board burger with barbecue sauce, caramelized onions, Monterey jack cheese and of course avocados! Mhhhmmm mmmmmmm.”

Betsy took a big bite which caused the start of her double chin to pop out and say hello as the juice of the burger ran down into it.

“The only thing that beats the taste of Thick Burger is the taste of freedom, the freedom to choose however many of whatever toppings you want to put on top of a variety of patties. The choices are near endless, so come on down and make a Thick Burger that’s perfectly suited for you today.”

Betsy didn’t know how many people she was dooming to a life of obesity with her Thick Burger ads, but she knew she was at least dooming herself as she took another big bite.