Who Am I? and "Jolene"

Hello! I’m BS Writer and welcome to my Patreon. Who am I? I’ve been writing weight gain fiction for years. You may have read my earlier work on Dimensions, Writing.com or The Changing Mirror. Well now the time has come for me to give into capitalism and monetize my art.

What makes me worth 5 dollars of support? What sets me apart?

I don’t believe in slow burns, and I don’t bother trying to treat fap fiction like it’s high art. I like to think of myself as a pulp style writer. I like to hit hard and fast and make sure that every update I write (and I plan on updating frequently) has something that everyone can use.

I specialize in body descriptions, fat talk, and eating scenes. Want some proof? Here’s a very short story I call “Jolene.”

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Jolene was known for stealing men.

She was the kind of platinum blonde who looked great in a pair of high heels. She had a rocking body with breasts that filled up her bra perfectly, a pair of perky tits that were weapons to be expertly wielded and tastefully sheathed behind mostly strategically buttoned blouses. Those small tops she wore were purposefully cut short to show off her sleek abdominals and her overall thin waist that then hourglassed back outward into ample, but not too ample hips. She had a sway to her walk, aided by her athletic thighs, that drove men wild and broke women’s hearts.

She’d break men’s hearts too. Jolene wasn’t the kind of woman to be tied down to anyone. If anything, she was the kind of woman to get easily bored, the kind who had an eye for wandering. And her wandering eye was paired with a cold heart and a cunning brain that knew she could get whatever she wanted and whoever she wanted whenever she wanted. This led to a profound sense of boredom very quickly when it came to relationships which, while angering many men in town as the left their shatter hearts and egos in their wake, also left many men eternally helpful that they would get their chance to tame the wild stallion. At the same time, many wives and girlfriends were left afraid that their relationship would be the next to be broken by the terror that was Jezebel Jolene.

Joelene knew all of this of course, and she loved it. She always thought of herself as an inspiration to others, and the thought of inspiring fear and jealousy in them was something that made her quiver with delight. She took every opportunity to brag about herself, to show off her body and her unique set of skills. Her flirting was relentless and audacious in its openness. It didn’t matter if a man was married. If Jolene spotted a married man in a bar, everyone knew that she was looking to make him and his wife or girlfriend her next victims. And Jolene worked quickly.

Women would beg Jolene to stay away. They would plead with her with watery eyes, and Jolene’s response was always the same. She would laugh.She would often positively cackle and even more often drop a few disparaging comments about the women’s looks, usually centered on their weight.

Yes. Jolene always won until she didn’t.

The thing about hanging out at bars all the time is that they are not exactly the healthiest of places. They offer a combination of greasy food and sugary cocktails or calorie laden beers, and those things can really add up. Jolene loved laying her traps for men, but while she was waiting she would nibble on buffalo wings, or mozzarella sticks, or jalapeno poppers. There was never a salad in sight and the only vegetables she ever ate were the carrots and celery that came with the buffalo wings. And all of her flirting meant lots of free drinks, a variety of beers, cosmos of every possible flavor and more. Jolene loved to expand her palette with whatever struck her fancy.

But that expanding of her palette also began to lead to an expanding of her waistline.

It was the abs that went first. Beer leads to beer bellies, and chasing that beer with fried cheese and nachos helped to hasten that along. Suddenly those purposefully short tops weren’t all that flattering as her trim waist was replaced with an expanding muffin top. Her belly lunged over the waistband of her pants and presented the world with her bright red stretchmarks. And jeans that hugged her hips began to squeeze her legs like sausage casings. The adipose that poked out quivered with every step.

Still, in the early days of these changes, Joelen’s game did not suffer at all. Although now waves and girlfriends would make catty comments behind Jolene’s back, their significant others still inevitably fell right into her web, some even more eagerly as they chased Jolene’s increased curves. That’s when several of the women came up with an idea to speed along the inevitable.

Tribute.

Now, instead of just crying in front of Jolene, they bribed her with beer, or brownies, or anything they could think of. It never worked of course. Jolene still preyed on their men, but she also ate their treats. And as all those empty calories filled Jolene’s greedy stomach, the women knew the sacrifices they were making. They would lose a few battles but win the war.

Nowadays, Jolene isn’t just a big flirt. She’s a big girl period. What was previously a beer belly is now a full on double belly, and there is no hiding that lower roll no matter how many shirts she tries, and she ends up having to get a lot of new shirts because aside from just outgrowing them, all of the buffalo wings and other greasy snacks have inevitably left most of her outfits stained beyond repair. As her appetite for food has increased, her speed of consumption has gone up as well which means that she has not been nearly as careful as she used to be which makes for a messy combination. If anything, seeing how many wings she can scoff down in under five minutes has somehow become one of her go to flirting tactics.

It’s not a tactic that works very often.

But it’s not like it doesn’t work at all.

Jolene still has a ferocious appetite for men; it’s just that the ones she has to choose from nowadays are not nearly as delectable as they used to be. Jolene is far more used to facing rejection as people take a look at her apron of a belly or her extremely thick thunder thighs ripping through the holes in her jeans and think better of making any poor choices with this well liquored up landwhale. Those that stick around are usually rather portly themselves, boorish, uninteresting fat men, the kind that Jolene would once have turned up her nose at. . Before her ass was so bulbous, she would have easily, and cruelly rejected these men with the coldest comments she could strike them down with. But with her fat ass now two bulky bags of loose blubber covered in cellulite and sorely needing attention, her high standards are now basement low. The fat and flabby men are what she is willing to settle for. In her desperation between meals, they are her snacks.

The women at the bar laugh as they see Jolene, this fat loser, stuck going home with fat losers.

“What a pig she is now.”

“It’s pathetic.”

“It’s karma.”

“She used to be so hot. Now look at that gut.”

“And now that fat ass is turning heads in the other direction.”

“Whenever my husband even looks at another woman, I show him pictures of what Jolene has become and have a good laugh.”

“Maybe we should send some buffalo wings Stacy’s way.”

“And some loaded nachos to scarf down! With the beer to chase it!”

“Yeah. Slim and sexy Stacy could stand to gain a few pounds.”

“And Jumbo Jolene could use a fat friend.”

Jolene will never be thin again. She is far past the point of no return. Her greed is just too great, and the whole that was once filled by men is now filled much more often by food, food of all kinds, greasy fattening food the flavors of which she does not even care about. Flavor is secondary to the act of consumption- to the serotonin release she gets from stuffing her face, a face that has been rapidly expanding and now sports a generous double chin that will soon find itself with a third friend.

Jumbo Jolene is going to grow fatter and fatter. Her body will continue to explode with soft, jiggling flab. Her life of excess will ensure that she is doomed to a life of extreme obesity. However, she’s still going to flirt with as many men as she can because her hunger for them is insatiable as well. As desperate as she will be, as the rejections even from the losers that she dates now begins to pile up more and more, she will stubbornly pursue men- boosted by the liquid courage of the beer that grows her belly. She’ll still find the occasional desperate loser or extreme chubby chaser to take home and she’ll keep on creaking her bed until it inevitably cracks. And it will. That’s how fat she’s going to get. She’s doomed to be a bed breaker, a chair crusher, someone who shatters stools at bars. This is the truth, and she knows deep down that there is no escaping it.

The queen has fallen and she is well aware of that, and the only thing she can do about it is to eat her pain away. A lot of pain takes a lot of food. And as Jumbo Jolene gorges herself into larger and larger jeans, the other women in town rest easy.

Jolene will never steal one of their men again.

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