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Extra Slice #13: "A Fitness to Fatness Fortune"
🕑 Added 2025-07-05 21:27:47 +0000 UTCAs much as Madame Zara enjoys working the carnival, sometimes it's nice to get back to her normal ways.
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Camila was a personal trainer. In fact she had gotten so good at being a personal trainer that she had earned enough to recently open and operate her own gym. She was a beautiful fitness influencer who was incredibly proud of her body.
She was a strong woman with thick but muscular thighs and a bodacious booty that was big but firm. In juxtaposition to her thick thighs and big booty, she has a trim waist with a slim stomach marked by hard earned and well defined abdominal muscles. Her abs were arguably her favorite part of her body. She loved to show them off, flaunt them, bare them in crop tops and rub her slender hands up and down them.
To go with all that, Camila also had perfectly perky breasts and lean, limber, and still muscular arms. And she had a very pretty face. Camila was very proud of her beautifully slender face with a chin that was pointed but not too pointed. It was perfect just like the rest of her.
Yes. Camila knew that she was beautiful and she made sure everyone knew it too. That was the main marketing point of her gym, that everyone should strive to be as fit and sexy as her. She pushed her trainers like that, and she especially pushed her clients like that. She believed I. Using intense peer pressure and humiliation as motivation to achieve results.
And when she didn’t get results? It didn’t matter. Camila kept a few fat clients that she more or less made fun of for fun and because she could humiliate them into a sense of dependency and keep their money coming.
The problem that Camila was running into was that, believe it or not, humiliating your clients was not a great way to retain them, and it certainly didn’t lead to positive word of mouth, and that led to a dearth of new clients which meant less money coming in. And that made running the gym difficult.
It especially made things difficult for Camila because she had what one could call champagne tastes. Camila viewed herself as slim and sexy and glamorous. When she wasn’t sweating in the gym she loved to attend exclusive events, go on exotic locations, and wear extremely fancy designer clothes and shiny jewelry. As a result, Camila was starting to run into massive debt issues, and she severely needed something to turn her fortune around.
So of course she decided to get her fortune read.
Camila didn’t know how she ended up finding Madame Zara but she felt some kind of pull in her direction and was hopeful that a good reading would be the thing she needed to change her life for the better.
She didn’t know that her life was about to change for the fatter.
Madame Zara sensed Camila’s arrogance and was eager to twist her fate and her figure and turn her into the kind of fatty that Camila so enjoyed making fun of.
“You’ll weigh the cost of every cruel word—on the scale.”
Camila wrote it off as nothing. It was certainly confusing, but she wasn’t going to let it bother her. When she walked away from Madame Zara she decided that instead of letting that weird fortune trouble her, she would just go ahead and get herself a little snack to calm her nerves.
Eating had never been something Camila had done to smoothe herself before, but she suddenly felt a need for it. So she left Madame Zara’s little shop and headed to the mall food court where she bought herself a big meatball parm hero and a side of mozzarella sticks, a snack. And then she messily devoured it all right there.
She didn’t care that she looked like her hot girl who was hogging out. Camila didn’t care about the sounds she was making as she gorged herself on greasy meatballs, melted cheese and soggy bread. She just ate with reckless abandon and made an absolute mes sof her slender face as she stuffed it full of saucy sandwich. And the mozzarella sticks soon followed suit until there was nothing but crumbs on her face, shirt, and table and grease on her slender well manicured figures.
Camila had it in her head that she should hit the gym after that, but first she got her milkshake to enjoy on her way out of the mall, and by the time she had finished that, she was too tired to workout. So she just went home and took a nap until it was time to order herself a large sausage pizza and some garlic knots for dinner instead of cooking the boneless skinless chicken breasts she had planned on making. Camila had told herself she earned all of this. She was stressed, and she had been working hard. She deserved a cheat day.
It was the first of many.
Workouts became less of a priority. Eating became more of one. Camila had always eaten a fairly sizable amount of food due to her training regimen. She was a well muscled if slender athlete, and that was a result of careful food consumption, hitting her macros and tracking what she ate to make sure she was eating clean. But after getting her fattening fortune read by Madame Zara, Camila became a much more messy eater. She started stuffing her face with whatever she found herself craving.
And she found herself craving a lot.
Camila became obsessed with all things fried, mozzarella sticks, fried chicken, fried Oreos, fried dough of any kind. She also loved cheesy things like macaroni and cheese, cheddar baked biscuits, cheeseburgers with extra cheese, and extra cheesy lasagnas. Her pizzas always came with extra cheese along with a variety of greasy toppings, and she always got them with a side of fried mozzarella sticks, a side of garlic knots, and a side of fried ravioli with two large two liters of soda. It was a family style meal, and Camila justified it by figuring that it would be cheaper and it would feed her for several days.
The amount of time that those “family” meals would last her grew shorter as the days went by.
Food kept finding itself crammed into Camila’s face. And since eating so much food made her too tired, or took up too much time, she started working out less and less. She took on much more of a supervisory role at the gym, and as a result, her body gained some brand new fat rolls very quickly.
Her abs were the first thing to melt away when the fat came. They had been hard earned, but the moment she started to get lazy and started stuffing her face more, her tight and trim tummy became a tubby one. She ate lots of bread, and so her belly started to rise like dough. It surged outward and over the waistband of her athleisure pants. She sprouted matching love handles to complete the muffin top.
Camila’s butt got chunky as well. It grew spongy, and saggy. Her soft squishy cheeks hung low in her leggings which offered no real support. The fabric just stretched along with her fat flabby ass. When it couldn’t anymore, it just meant that the new cellulite that Camila was sporting was visible through the fabric. This cellulite was seen on her thighs as well which became chunkier as well. They became fat enough that on the rare occasions when she did get back on the treadmill her fat thighs slapped together while her blubbery butt and big belly bounced along.
And people loved to laugh at her when they saw it.
At first it started behind her back. People would chuckle and exchange snide words. It was funny to watch the former fitness queen started to get chunky. People reveled in the irony of someone who used to make fun of fatties relentlessly becoming a chubster herself. But soon enough that wasn’t enough. People grew addicted to making fun of Camila like Camila grew addicted to food. It wasn’t enough to whisper. They had to laugh in Camila’s face. Clients and even the staff who worked for her now openly mocked her.
Humiliation used to be the main tool that Camila used to motivate people into getting fit, but all the humiliation did to her was motivate her to eat more. Camila became an emotional overeater, and once that occured any hopes of ever gaining her slim and sexy figure again were long gone. She ate herself into obesity.
That pot belly she had grown? It became a full blown spare tire. It was a greedy and gelatinous gut that could not be contained by shirts. It was a big fat blubbery mess paired with meaty love handles and thick back fat. Camila’s pressure abs were long gone, buried under chunk. Her breasts had grown bigger, but they were mostly just bloated and saggy and added to the back strain that made her less likely to workout. Her butt got bigger too and developed even more saggy as her big butt got mushier and mushier.
Chairs became an issue for Camila. They groaned underneath her heavier frame. Her bloated blubber butt liked to spill over the edges of seats that she sat in, and certain chairs were a struggle to get in and out of thanks to her increased girth. Camila grew wider by the day, heavier, fatter.
And there was nothing she could do.
Camila couldn’t stand dieting. She was a hungry piggy now, and she ate ike one. She could never stay away from temptation for long and ended up just stuffing her face all the time. She would even stuff her face with junk food at her gym which was not a good look. Eventually, Camila was desperate enough to get one of her trainers, who happened to have been a former client, to train her.
And that’s when Camila really felt her old humiliation strategy turned against her.
Camila’s fat was pinched, poked, jiggled in front of people. She was called a pig, a cow, worthless. She was laughed at and pushed too hard. And at the end of the day all that did was make her eat more and more which just sped up her weight gain. Camila was fatter than ever, and there was no sign of going back or even stopping. The fat was going to just keep piling on.
Eventually, Camila had to sell the gym. A massively obese owner was not the kind of image that sold gym memberships, and Camila was ashamed and humiliated whenever she walked- well waddled around in there anyway. So she sold the gym and when she found out that even the proceeds from the sale were not enough to cover all of her debts, let alone her continually increasing food budget. There was only one thing she could think of to do.
She still had a name and reputation that she could market herself with. Camila just needed to shift how she marketed herself.
People would pay a lot of money to make fun of a mean spirited slim and sexy bitch who go fat, really really fat. So she started a channel driven around her going from fit to fat to fatter, and started making all kinds of humiliating videos centered around her fatness, eating like a pig, oinking, making fun of herself or even having others come on and make fun of her.
But her best performing videos were by far her fitness fails. People loved watching the formerly fit gym owner fail at exercising only to give up and stuff her face like the pig she had become.They loved seeing her sweaty, winded, and then stuffed silly as she plated with her fat and complained about how far she had fallen. A few oinks at the end were icing on the big fat cake. She truly had gone from slim and sexy fit bitch to big fat pig just like she deserved.
And a big fat pig would be just what she would be forever.
