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PATREON EXCLUSIVE: "Caked Up By Funnel Cake"
🕑 Added 2025-07-05 14:29:13 +0000 UTCHere is another story for "A Carnival of Fattening Fortunes 3", you can read the last one from the collection before I release it here, "A Big Fat Target" on Discord right now if you're an Even More BS tier Patron.
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Keisha had a big fat ass.
And she loved it. In fact, Keisha made a point of constantly parading her ass around in the tightest jeans she could fit into. Keisha was proud of the heads that it turned, and it turned a lot of heads. Everyone else loved Keisha’s big fat ass, and if they didn’t love it, Keisha would say it was just because they were jealous of it.
One of the things that made Keisha’s big fat ass so popular was the way it seemed to defy gravity. There was very little sag to it. It just stuck out, big and beautiful. And whereas other women with much smaller asses might be cursed with cellulite, Keisha’s curves were cellulite free. It made her big fat ass perfect for flaunting in a bikini, something Keisha loved to do.
The other thing that made Keisha’s big fat ass stand out was that the rest of her was so slender by comparison. Other than her large butt, Keisha’s body was stereotypically slim and sexy. She had a snatched waist and perky boobs. Her arms were toned and slender, and so were her legs. They were thick, but strong and tight.
Keisha’s big beautiful butt gave her the kind of confidence that inevitably pushed her up the social ladder wherever she found herself. And she strutted through the carnival like a queen examining peasants. And enjoying the smell of carnival food.
That was another thing that drove people crazy- in a somewhat different way- about Keisha. She loved food and could eat whatever she wanted and not really gain any weight. If anything it just made Keisha’s big butt bigger and more beautiful.
But first, Keisha decided that she was going to stop and get her fortune read in Madame Zara’s tent.
It was a decision she would regret.
Madame Zara dealt the cards quickly and delivered an even quicker fortune.
“Even you can have too much of a good thing.”
Keisha just rolled her eyes.
“Okay. Could have just gotten Chinese food and gotten the same fortune, but whatever.”
As Keisha left, and Madame Zara watched her ass bounce its way out of her tent, the seer of fate did have to question herself.
“Am I getting a bit lazy today? Perhaps I’m getting tired.”
It didn’t matter though. Lazy fortune or not, Keisha was going to get FAT.
Once Keisha was back outside, she knew that she was done putting off her desire for food. If anything, her cravings were even more intense now. She could feel a buzzing of hunger as she pressed a hand to her slender stomach.
The funnel cake was calling her name.
And once Keisha got to the funnel cake stand, she order the most decadent, the most indulgent, the most absolutely sinfully delicious calorie bomb combo that she could think of. She ordered a funnel cake with cannoli cream and cookie butter, two scoops of vanilla ice cream, whipped cream with strawberries, chocolate syrup, crushed up Ferrero Rocher, and Lotus cookie bits on.
She squealed with delight and then dug right in.
Each new forkful of the decadent dessert helped to pack on plenty of pounds.
Of course the first thing to expand further was Keisha’s big fat ass. Her already big butt cheeks grew more bloated with fat. The swelled up like two big balloons and stretched the denim she was wearing to its absolute limit. It creaked under the new weight of her blubbery butt cheeks. Her chunky cheeks grew even more cushiony, and for the first time started to develop cellulite as whatever tone they did have was lost. Her big fat ass finally lost the fight to gravity as well. Once her butt cheeks were now so large and full of lard, they finally started to sag. While her ass still surged further outward, it started to hang down like a broken shelf of fat. Her thick cheeks slapped down onto the backs of her thickening thighs.
And those thighs thickened quickly. With each new bite they expanded further with fat. Her thighs soon doubled in size into thick thunder thighs that slapped and then pushed together, widening Keisha’s stance as she ate. Her thighs also became covered in a blanket of cellulite and became so soft and squishy that they wiggled at the slightest movement. Her fat started to roll over her knees, and below her knees her calves swelled up along with her ankles until they became a pair of cankles, and her slender, dainty feet became fat clodhoppers with thick sausage toes.
Keisha was clearly destined to be a big fat pear shape, but while her lower half bore the brunt of her new weight, that didn’t mean that the rest of her wasn’t getting fat as well. She was becoming a chunkster all over as she continued to chow down on her funnel cake.
The snatched waist of hers started to swell. She soon grew a very generous pot belly with a pair of matching meaty love handles that all joined together to make for a mighty muffin top. At that point there was no way anybody could mistake Keish for being slender. Her stomach surged forward and jiggled with each new bite. It didn’t take much to get her tubby tummy fat quivering because it was so redundantly soft and squishy. It bounced around to its own rhythm, and while it couldn’t keep pace with her chunky ass, her big blubbery belly still did its best to act as some kind of counterweight, and it was aided in front by her growing breasts.
Those breasts had once been rather perky. But as she devoured the funnel cake, all of that perkiness was eaten up by fat. They grew bigger and heavier, and as they did they also began to sag more and more. They began large quiver mounds of lard that drooped downward onto the blubbery shelf of Keisha’s big fat belly. That shelf of a spare tire helped to support them as they grew fatter and took some of the strain off her fat back.
Keisha’s arms grew flabby and turned from biceps to bingo wings. They wobbled constantly as Keisha continued to stuff her face. And that face was growing fatter with each new bite. She developed jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin that was very appropriate given the amount of fried dough that she was consuming. Still, she kept cramming big bites of that loaded up funnel cake into her chubby cheeks, and those cheeks responded by getting even chubbier.
She looked like a real pig with ice cream, and various toppings smeared across her chubby cheeks and dripping down her multitude of chins into her canyon of cleavage. Behind her, Keisha was dragging a big fat ass that had given her a permanent plumper’s crack.
Keisha didn’t care about any of this though. Her life was now just one of endless indulgence. And all she thought about as she scooped up the remnants of her meal with her fat fingers and sucked them clean was what she was going to try next. She was content to keep messily eating and embracing the big fat pig that she had become.
