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PATREON EXCLUSIVE - "Taking Fatness for a Spin"
🕑 Added 2025-07-04 13:43:47 +0000 UTCHere is another story from "Carnival of Fattening Fortunes 3". If you want more and don't want to wait, 7 dollar Even More BS tier patrons can get early access to my next patreon exclusive story "Caramel Apple Shaped Body" on Discord.
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Maryse was a tall, slim and sexy model with beautiful natural platinum blonde hair. She was an up and comer destined to hit it big. She knew that. But she was also angry that in the meantime she was slumming it in a place like this carnival.
The carnival was beneath her. It was filled with low class working people and- worse- with fat people. Maryse detested fat people. They were greedy and lazy, and smelly and worse. Maryse looked down upon fat people, something that was easy for her to do given her statuesque height. She didn’t just think she was better than fat people.
She knew it.
Maryse was a truly stereotypical beauty standing tall at five feet nine inches and with lean curves. Her body had solid muscle to it, and she was also long and limber. She was curvy and toned but slim. She had great breasts, perfect in size and perkiness as well as a perfect, toned heart shaped ass and a set of six pack abs. It was no wonder that Maryse had been an incredibly popular (and often feared) individual her entire life whose career was about to really pop off.
She just had to get past this stupid carnival, one last necessity gig where she was tasked with looking pretty in a crop top and daisy duke shorts while standing next to tractors and produce and just stupid shit, and then the world would be her oyster. No more carnivals or car shows, just cat walks and major magazines.
And once she was on her last break of the day, Maryse knew that she needed to do something to relieve her boredom.
So she strutted across the grounds and into Madame Zara’s tent hoping that a quick fortune might be good for a lark. Little did she know how life changing her little diversion would be.
Madame Zara watched as Maryse carried herself into the tent like she was a queen and gently took her seat across from Madame Zara as if the chair was her own personal throne.
“Let’s do this.”
“So quick to see your fate?”
“I’m ready for some good news and a bit of fun.”
“Be weary. Fate can be very surprising. Are you sure you wish to see what the cards have in store for you?”
“You don’t scare me, old lady. I said let’s do this.”
Madame Zara ruefully shook her head at Maryse’s arrogance and began to deal and read the cards.
“Your perfect life is in for quite the spin, and your vanity will weigh you down and bring you low.”
Maryse blinked twice.
“Well, okay then. That was something….”
If Maryse was less arrogant she would admit to herself that there was a small knot in her stomach and a tingling of the hair on the back of her neck, but she ignored any signs of trouble and just walked straight out.
Looking to clear her head and with a bit of time left on her break, Maryse saw one of those spinning rides that pin you to a wall with centrifugal force alone, and she figured she would- no pun intended- give it a spin.
As the ride began to spin up, Maryse’s body began to change.
The first thing that started to change was Maryse’ slender stomach. As the ride spun her around, she was still pinned to the side but despite the force, her belly began to surge forward. Her abs disappeared quickly and completed as the fat expanded trim waist and turned her flat stomach into a fat gut. It was getting so big that her spare tire was actually starting to segment into distinct rolls of doughy fat that grew along with a full set of meaty love handles and thick back fat that pressed against the wall of the ride and started to squeeze to the sides. Her gut quivered as it grew, and it would have sagged downward if the force of the ride didn’t keep it up. When the ride finished spinning, Maryse would be doomed to have her big flabby dome of a gut slap down onto her thighs.
Those thighs were starting to thicken as well. Just like her stomach spun outward, the fat that started to cling to Maryse’s once toned thighs began to quiver and radiate outward as well. Her thighs expanded in all directions, becoming great jiggling tubes of fat. All of the lean muscle that she was proud of was replaced by bulbous flab that shook as the ride continued to spin and she continued to grow. Soon there was no sign of any athleticism in her legs, just softness, just fat. Maryse’s thunder thighs pressed against the ride and against each other. Her thigh fat squished against itself and pushed so hard that it forced her to widen her stance even with the forces of the ride working against her. Her legs slid further apart, but her thighs kept touching. She used to have thighs that allowed her to be strong and springy. Now they were just springy with fat and blanketed by cellulite.
Maryse’s ass grew as well. Her toned, perky, perfect posterior was lost forever as the fat swallowed it up. It spread out behind her as it pressed against the wall of the ride and was forced to ooze through to the sides. Her ass cheeks were like two overused stress balls being squeezed. If she could stand freely, her bulbous butt cheeks would be bouncing on top of the backs of her thick flabby thunder thighs. Her butt kept growing, and eventually that fat started to push Maryse further away from the wall like two ballooning cushions. The gap that that made though was soon filled by the fat that was gathering on Maryse’s back which then squished against the wall with a squelching sound. Her buns of steel were now soft blubber buns, caked in cellulite and doomed to be the kind of loose sagging butt cheeks who bounced and quivered at the slightest movement. Pants would be a great difficulty from now on thanks to the girth of her glutes.
The next things to get bigger were Maryse’s breasts which inflated with fat. Her breasts had always been rather large, but Maryse always considered them to be the perfect size. They were large enough to be eye-catching, but they were still a manageable weight with a surprising amount of firmness. But as the ride spun around, Maryse’s breasts exploded with fat and became massive mammaries. They practically threw outward and threatened to not only pop out of her bra but burst through her shirt completely. They filled with quivering fat and were quickly covered in angry stretch marks. Her once perky breasts were now two big fat fat blubbery bowling balls. Just like her belly, they would have sagged heavily and, coincidentally enough, right onto that shelf of a belly, but, thanks to the forces of the ride, if anything they were threatening to fly upward and slap Maryse in the face.
Her face did not escape the fattening. Instead, her model face grew round with fat. Her cheeks got chubby and then developed jiggly jowls that flapped as the ride spun and spun. Maryse’s narrow, well defined chin lost that definition and instead developed a plump and doughy double chin that joined the rest of her face in wobbling. As her high cheekbones disappeared and her slim face grew fatter it also became far more dull and piggish looking, far from the vain model that she had been. Maryse’s face was now redundantly doughy with even her nose getting wider, plumping up with fat.
Finally, Maryse’s arms grew fatter. Soon, her biceps were gone, and her muscles were replaced by fat. She had great jiggly bingo wings that drooped over her chubby elbows. Her wrists grew thick with fat and even her hands grew chubby. Her fingers grew into plump sausages which made her hands just look incredibly clumsy. She was clearly just an awkward fatty.
And yet her transformation went beyond just weight gain.
As Maryse was spun by the ride, her own center of gravity changed. Her body grew wider, and as it grew wider, it also got shorter. She shrank from a statuesque 5’9 down to 4’11. What this meant was that, by the time the ride was done spinning around, Maryse was now a short round ball of fat. She was a big ball of bouncing blubber who practically fell over and would have had to roll off the ride.
She managed to stay on her two jiggly pudding legs, and as she fought the keep her balance, her big blubber belly sloshed about out in front of her, most of it was completely exposed thanks to the crop top that she was still wearing, a crop top that barely contained her massive breasts. The front of her shorts was mostly obscured by the overhang of her apron of a belly, and her big blubbery booty spilled out the back. The chunky cheeks oozed under the leg openings and onto her tree trunk like thunder thighs, and the tops of her bloated butt cheeks crested over the waistband of her shorts to give her a permanent plumber's crack.
Maryse was none the wiser to this as she waddled off to find some food before her break ended and she would have to be back to modeling at the petting zoo.
People loved getting pictures of her next to the pigs.
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