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PATREON EXCLUSIVE: "Caramel Apple Shaped Body"
🕑 Added 2025-07-04 20:04:47 +0000 UTCTwo stories today! And there's another one on Discord for Even More BS tier patrons (who also got this one early) called "Caked Up with Funnel Cake".
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Jordyn’s sense of superiority may have started right from the moment she was born and her parents decided to give her name a “unique” spelling.
But her arrogance definitely hit a peak in high school and then college.
Jordyn was an athlete, not a super competitive one. In fact, jokes inevitably comparing her to Michael Jordan had annoyed so much that she dropped out of most competitive sports at an early age. But Jordyn loved being athletic and active. She was a runner, a climber, and an avid kayaker. She loved sailing as well and had the kind of well off family that allowed her to indulge in all of these activities. And she excelled at them.
She also excelled at making fun of others.
Making fun of others was another thing that Jordyn loved to do as a way of making herself feel even more superior. Maybe it was those early childish jokes that turned her so sour, but Jordyn now had the beauty and confidence to look down on others, and she made the most of it. This was especially true of fat people. Jordyn loved to make fun of fat people the most because she thought of them as the total opposite of herself. To Jordyn, fat people were lazy, ugly losers. And making fun of them was both easy and enjoyable.
Why was she at the carnival?
She didn’t really know. She just felt some kind of pull. And it was that same pull that made her walk into Madame Zara’s tent leading to the fattening fortune that changed her fate forever.
Madame Zara was already dealing the cards before Jordyn sat down.
“Beauty can be gone in a bite as your vanity eats you up.”
Jordyn just blinked.
“What is that fortune cookie bullshit?”
Madame Zara just looked at Jordyn with a disconcerting smile, and that was enough to drive her out of the tent and back into the carnival proper.
Once there, Jordyn felt another pull. This time it was caused by a rumbling in her stomach that pulled her toward one of the many food stalls.
Food like this normally wasn’t for Jordyn. She knew how fattening fair food could be, and if anything she’d normally be in a place like this showing off her hard earned abominable muscles and flaunting her fit figures as pathetic fatties stuffed their fat faces, but today Jordyn had a craving.
That craving was for caramel apples.
There were so many to choose from and Jordyn decided to get a caramel apple that was also coated in Oreo cookie crumbs and came with a short of whipped cream as a gimmick. Jordyn did the shot of whipped cream quickly and then rubbed her tight abs as she held the caramel apple up to her face.
She thought about tossing it, of not committing to so many calories and so much sugar, but she wanted it so bad, so she took a great big bite.
The caramel apple started to turn Jordyn into an apple shaped fatty.
This meant that the first thing about her to change as she bit into the sweet, delicious apple was her stomach. Her slim stomach with its washboard abs and its trim concave waist began to quiver and shake and then explode outward in all directions. She was a tight waisted hottie no more as her stomach sailed rapidly past the tubby phase and into full blown fatness. Suddenly she was sporting a great big sagging gut, a blubbery mess that grew so fat and sagged so much that it started to segment itself into tiers. She developed one huge lower roll that sagged low and was humorously tucked into her joggers. Above that she had two other thick rolls that each jiggled to its own rhythm.
Her sides sprung out with love handles, thick slabs of fat that grew beyond the point of being called meaty. They were heavy melting blobs of buttery blubber that stuck out and then hung uselessly over the waistband of her pants. Her blubbery love handles and matching blubber belly were further matched by the squishy back fat that sprung up Jordyn’s back. One particularly thick roll, the lowest one, merged with her love handles and blubber belly to complete the mighty muffin top that the woman who once sported abs now had. She used to be so rock hard, and now her stomach was buried under nothing but softness.
In that moment she looked ridiculous with the rest of her body still slim and sexy and a gut that would have made her look eleven months pregnant if it wasn’t so soft. Of course, the other thing that soon made her look rather pregnant was the expansion of her breasts. They were about to be truly massive melons.
Jordyn’s breasts quickly grew to jumbo size. She had always had large breasts but now they surged outward until she had tits of titanic proportions. Her bosom swelled and spilled over the cups of her bra. Her boobs stretched the t-shirt she was wearing to its absolute limit and left her with a canyon of cleavage. Her blubbery breasts quiver as they grew, and as her boobs got bigger they also got covered in stretch marks. It was inevitable given their size and incredible rate or growth. Her massive mammaries quivered as they continued to fill with fat like big blubber bowling balls that finally gave into the undefeated force of gravity and start to sag like flappy pendulums of flab. They hung downward until they were met by the shelf that was the upper most fat roll of Jordyn’s once slim and toned stomach. And still her boobs continued to balloon. They grew bigger and bigger into proportions that would make porn stars blush.
She had always been proud of her breasts, and she loved to show them off. But now Jordyn would find herself struggling to carry them around with their enormous weight and the strain that they put on her fat back. There would also be no possible way for people to not notice them unless they were distracted by her even bigger belly.
As the formerly slim and sexy Jordyn continued to eat her caramel apple. The rest of her formerly fit figure began to fatten as well.
While her breasts and her belly remained her biggest, fattest features by far, her beautiful butt became big and bulbous as well. Its tone was lost forever, taken away by the sea of fat that surged forward filling her cheeks with chunk. Those chunky cheeks strained the seat of her pants and stretched the fabric tight enough to make the pattern of her cottage cheese cellulite painfully clear. Her once perky ass cheeks became bloated and yet thoroughly defeated cushions. They were saggy pillows of fat that filled her pants and slumped downward onto the backs of her thighs. Her ass was once so firm that you could bounce a quarter off of it, and now it was truly enormous. The fact that her belly was still big enough to call her decidedly apple shape was a real sign of just how big of a gluttonous, gelatinous gut that she had. Still, her butt was no slouch (other than the way the fat that turned her toned butt to mush now sagged.)
The thighs that those titanic butt cheeks were now sagging onto exploded with fat as well. They grew from proud, toned, muscular limbs, to large, lard filled thunder thighs. Her thighs looked like stuffed sausages in her pants. Those pants could now only ironically be called joggers. Just like her ass, her thick thunder thighs stretched the fabric of her pants so much that her cellulite was visible. Her stance as she continued to gorge on her caramel apple was far wider because her thigh fat slapped and then pressed together so much that it forced her feet to move further apart.
Those feet grew fatter too with plump toes. Her feet grew fat and wide enough that her days of wearing strappy heels were long over. And, of course, her feet weren’t the only thing that got fatter. Her calves and ankles both swelled up as well until Jordyn was sporting a pair of swollen cankles. Jordyn’s days of strutting around as a slim and sexy vixen were done for. She was doomed for nothing but waddling around now. And she still kept getting fatter.
Back up top, Jordyn’s arms grew fat and flabby. She developed prominent bingo wings that jiggled as she held up her caramel apple and continued to bite into it. The fat extended throughout her arms, thickening her slender wrists and making its way into her hands. Jordyn’s hands grew chubby as she held up and bit into the apple, and her fingers grew thick to match her sausage toes. Once her arms were done growing fatter, her bingo wings kept jiggling as Jordyn held the caramel apple to her face and took bite after bite after bite.
Jordyn’s face grew fatter as well, and with each bite, her double chin became more and more obvious and till it was thick and doughy and wobbling dramatically. Her cheeks disappeared, hidden by jiggly jowls. She looked rather piggish as she chomped down on the rest of the apple.
Still, as fat as Jordyn was- and she was quite big and blubbery, it was clear that the fattest parts of her were her big blubber belly and her equally bulbous breasts. They stood out the most, quite literally with how far they stuck out. And they ensured that Jordyn would always be called an apple shape.
That is if anyone called her anything other than just fat.
Not satisfied with just one apple, Jordyn got two more, both loaded with a variety of toppings.
Her big fat body and unchecked gluttony was starting to draw some stares- and more than a few unkind words, so Jordyn took her caramel apples and waddle off to find some shade to sit her fat butt down in and pig out in peace.
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