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TEASERS: "Fat Trimmings" Volume 37
🕑 Added 2024-11-22 16:50:50 +0000 UTC"Fat Trimmings" is back from hiatus today! And to make it worth your wait, I am including seven stories totaling over 7,700 words! The first three of these stories are available NOW on my Discord for Talking BS members.
These include:
"Can't Keep It Off": A formerly fit woman is now everything she used to make fun of and experiences life on the other side of some very rude comments.
"Licking Up Lard": A formerly slim and sexy woman is still sexy but no longer slim as she finds herself becoming a gluttonous fetish model
"I Was Possessed By a Gluttonous Ghost": A first person story about a vain ghost hunter who gets way more than she bargained for and finds her life and career changed dramatically.
"The Adipose Zone: Luck Be a Fat Lady Tonight": A desperate gambler makes a deal with the devil and wagers with his trophy wife's weight on the line.
"Gluttony Looks Good On You": A first person story about a feeder admiring a feedee.
"Obesity Isn't a Sprint. It's a Marathon": A vain runner goes from winning marathons to traveling around on a motorized scooter.
"Thick Burger Delivers the Fat": A very lucky delivery man enjoys his job which involves a lot of slim women becoming quite fat.
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Here are some more teasers:
"Can't Keep It Off"
She couldn’t stop the fat.
As much as she tried, diets exercise, it didn’t seem to matter. The tireless march of time, and her constant craving, meant that the calories that she consumed kept turning into fat. Pounds piled on, soft yielding pounds of flesh plopped onto her now redundantly flabby body.
It wasn’t always like this.
She used to be fit. She used to have one of those figures she loved to flaunt, sexy six pack abs that she used to show off.
No she had a keg, a humiliating gut. And even though she dreaded the idea of people looking at it, her spongy stomach demanded to be seen. Unlike the rest of her, her fat gut couldn’t give up being the center of attention. It strained against the seams of any dress she tried to wear, and made those dresses look like sausage casings. And if she wore a shirt, her flabby pot belly would always make it ride up exposing flabby flesh for all to see. She had a big jiggly muffin top perfect for people to laugh at.
She used to be the one who laughed.
She used to be the one who shot others judgmental glares and said mean things behind their backs to their fat faces. When she was feeling particularly bold, she would shake a tummy, pinch a love handle, or tap some thunder thighs.
Now she’s the one on the receiving end of all of that. People love to point out how much her clothes don’t fit. They love to point out how much weight she’s gained, how much softer she is. They say all sorts of things.
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"Licking Up Lard"
The lard that didn’t make it from the spoon into her greedy mouth, slid down her multiple chins and landed with a satisfying plop as a glob that quickly trickled into her canyon of cleavage.
How had she let herself get this way?
How had she given in so completely?
It started with small indulgences. She had always been so fit, so prim and proper and perfect. Her entire life had been about holding herself to a higher standard than others, looking down on them as she admired herself, and yet….
Indulging had felt so good. It felt so bad too. She knew she shouldn’t have done it, that she should have kept counting calories. But she felt like she was in total control. She could afford a cheat day now and then. She did it all in secret at first too. Her friends couldn’t know that the slim and sexy woman who seldom ate anything but salads was a secret snacker, a fat girl inside a fit one’s body who would secret away to fast food spots deep in the night and set herself up in a shadowy corner where she could stuff herself like the naughty little piglet she wanted to be.
And those late night feasts started to fatten her up. The secret snacking caused the pounds to sneak onto her slender waist. Soon enough, she couldn’t hide the fact that she was gaining weight from her friends. Once she popped the girdle she had started wearing in front of everyone, people could tell the truth.
She was getting fat.
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"I Was Possessed By a Gluttonous Ghost"
Look, I didn’t expect to get possessed by a ghost that would make me stuff myself until I became a woman who weighs over six hundred pounds and is struggling with mobility issues.
Who does?
I used to be a real sexy babe, and hey, I know plenty of people would still find my fat ass super sexy. I respect that. I’m glad for that, honestly, otherwise I would be stuck being super fat and bone dry. But I think I look like a hog. Perhaps hog is too light of a word, and I’m anything but light nowadays. I used to be a very slim and sexy woman, hot as they come, but these days I’m a blob.
All thanks to that ghost.
So how did I get this way? How did I go from fit to outrageously fat?
I’ll tell you.
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"The Adipose Zone: Luck Be a Fat Lady Tonight"
Meet Mike. Mike is a rather average man who, through quite a bit of luck, has managed to marry Michelle who is the very stereotypical definition of a trophy wife. With her fit figure and wandering eye, Michelle is someone clearly out of Mike’s league and hanging around him because of his money.
Michelle loves to flaunt her fit figure. She has a stacked hourglass that she loves to show off in glamorous dresses that hold tightly to her slim figure, showcasing her bountiful breasts and her trim waist in equal measure. Her hips are generous, but her curves are tight. Like most men, she has Mike wrapped around her little finger which wouldn’t be an issue for him. She’s also extremely out of his league, something that she reminds Mike of constantly as she flaunts her figure in front of everyone. Again, it’s not an issue for Mike. He feels very lucky to be where he is.
There’s only one issue in their otherwise perfect relationship.
Mike has a gambling problem.
That’s why Mike finds himself in the sports betting section of a Las Vegas casino early in the morning, ready to bet on some east coast football games. It’s a quieter day at the sports betting parlor because who bets in person anymore when there are like five million online sports betting apps that all over 100 percent profit boosts on live five part same game parlays and what not.
Mike’s here because he’s in the whole, and his vain arrogant trophy wife is here sucking down free cocktails and eyeing slim waiters up and down as he tries desperately to dig himself out of it. He knows that if he doesn’t do something quickly to turn his luck around, if he doesn’t come up with a big winner, she’s bound to cuckold him at best and leave him completely at worst.
And that makes him incredibly desperate.
It is the perfect time, therefore, for a man ominously dressed in an all white suit and with a perfectly trimmed curly black goatee to appear. Other than the slight smell of sulfur that follows him around, he seems perfectly pleasant as he approaches Mike with a smile.
And the whole world around them stops.
“Hello there, Mike,” says the man with a smile.
“Looks like you’ve found yourself in a dilemma, a bit of a jam that I’m happy to help you get out of.”
Mike looks around at all the frozen people around him. His wife is in the middle of sipping her third martini. Then he turns back to the good looking if not so great smelling man.
“W-who are you?”
“People call me many names. This is where I usually tell you something like I’m Mr. Pip, John Milton, Mr. Nick, Old Scratch or something like that. But I’m going to be straight forward with you. I’m Satan. That’s right, Satan. I’m the literal devil standing in front of you offering a bet. But if you wish, you can call me Stan.”
“I’d rather just call you Satan at this point, if it’s all the same to you.”
“That’s fine. That was certainly one of the options I presented.”
“Thanks, Satan. Now why are you here?”
Satan smiled in exactly the way one would expect Satan to smile.
“I’m here to change your life, Mike. I’m going to offer you the chance to make an absolutely life changing amount of money, and you won’t even have to wager any of your own. Instead, you’ll wager your wife’s weight.”
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"Gluttony Looks Good On You"
Gluttony looks good on you, darling. It really does. I love the way it’s flared your hips. You look so much more sensual now. I can see where all of those sweet treats have gone. It’s just like the old saying says, “A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.” And yours are so delightfully wide, so grabbable.
Your whole body is so squeezable now, so squishy. The fat flesh that has covered all of the muscles you used to have is remarkable. When you’re laying there like this, I can see the waves of fat undulating across your gloriously gelatinous body. It’s a sea of fat, and I love to let my hands journey across it, feeling every inch of you, pinching, poking, squeezing, jiggling. I can’t get enough of watching your fat move, making your fat move, making you fatter still.
Do you want another chocolate covered strawberry?
Of course you do. You want a dozen. Don’t you?
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"Obesity is a Marathon Not a Sprint"
Elizabeth liked to go by the nickname Thin Lizzy, you know, like the band. And she earned this nickname because she was in fact wire thin, and she loved being that way because it helped her to do what she loved best, which was running.
Lizzy loved to run. It was her passion. To her, running was the best way to show off her superiority. She could literally run circles around people, and she loved it. She would use running to show off her fit figure and to put others plagued by perceived figure issues down.
What she really loved was that running made her metabolism so fast, and that fast metabolism meant that she was able to eat whatever she wanted (and in fact needed to keep herself loaded with calories just to do all the running that she did) without gaining any real weight. Even during the winter, when there were less races to be run so she put on a few pounds when she dialed back on her training, Elizabeth always shed that weight and was lean and mean come the spring.
She loved being lean.
And she really loved being mean.
Being mean was almost the entire point of running for her. Proving that she was superior and lording that superiority over others was the main motivating factor for all of her hours spent training, honing her perfect body to run her best.
So how did it all change?
How did she become the blubbery blob that she is today?
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Jared loved his job.
Jared got to make people fat.
Technically, making people fat wasn’t a part of his job description. He was simply a delivery man, so he very well could have been delivering salads and other healthy foods for people looking to lose weight. But the reality of the situation was that Jared delivered Thick Burger. And delivering Thick Burger meant he was helping to make people fat.
It usually started with a party, small ones, maybe just a few friends getting together and needed something quick and delicious as a spur of the moment kind of thing. Thick Burger was tasty. Thick Burger was fast. Thick Burger was addictive and extremely fattening, but they didn’t know that last part yet. A group of friends would get a large sampling of things, and then that one party would become a bi-weekly then weekly occurrence. Fit friends would develop closer bonds and tighter pants as their waistlines widened over time. Sometimes, Jared would be very lucky and find himself delivering to multiple locations only to find that he was meeting chubby people at the door who were once slim people from the party he had delivered to earlier. That was particularly amusing.
There was also a large call for late night delivery of Thick Burger, especially to people who were home from a long night out and looking to soak up the alcohol that they had ingested. Intoxicated individuals, already bloated from beer, loved indulging in Thick Burger late at night. When he found the fit ones that were doing this, he knew they were goners. Thick Burger was habit forming. And the slim and sexy people who loved to party were doomed to plump up because of it. They would be going from fit party animals to helpless fatties soon enough, piggies addicted to the product.
His favorite ones to fatten were the haughty ones, especially women who looked like they had been privileged with prettiness their whole lives. Jared had gotten a sense for who were the former mean girls in high school, the cheerleaders and prom queens who used to make fun of fatties. And he loved being a part of turning them into the kind of piggies they used to make fun of, feeding into their karmic comeuppance. They would inevitably go from prim and proper, to plump party goers, to full blown porkers.
What he found most satisfying was the look in their eyes.
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If you want to see even more, all paid members will get the full release of "Fat Trimmings" Volume 37 tonight. Don't want to wait till then for more? If you're a Talking BS member, you can already read "Can't Keep It Off", "Licking Up Lard", "I Was Possessed by a Gluttonous Ghost" and "Gluttony Looks Good On You" on my Discord they're in conveniently downloadable PDF form for easy saving along with an extended teaser for "Luck Be a Fat Lady Tonight".
(That's right, I said the first three stories were on the Discord at the start and then by the time I finished creating this post, I decided to make it four. I'm a wildcard!)
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