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PATREON EXCLUSIVE - "A Not So Sweet Fortune"
🕑 Added 2025-05-29 14:46:39 +0000 UTCHere's a patreon exclusive BONUS FORTUNE from "A Carnival of Fattening Fortunes".
It's a light read, weighing in at a little over 1,100 words. But it features some sweet fattening.
Enjoy!
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“A Not So Sweet Fortune”
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Angela never understood cotton candy. The idea of it just never appealed to her. Who would want to eat just straight sugar? That’s all it is, sugar spun into a great big stupid puff. What is the draw there? Just to eat nothing but sugar and get fat. Angela couldn’t abide that. Angela hated the idea of being fat. It was her worst nightmare
And Angela also hated fat people.
She found fat people to be, quite frankly, disgusting. In her mind, fat people were greedy and lazy, the exact kind of people that would stuff their faces with an endless amount of puffed sugar. Cotton candy was for chubby chumps, and it was a signature part of the carnival which was one of the reasons that she hated being here.
So why was she at the carnival?
Mostly because she was bored. It was a thing to do, and she was supposed to meet a friend here, her friend Dana who had just blown her off. This left Angela on her own to do some people watching, judging and hanging around being miserable. She was ready to call it a night and go home when she saw Madame Zara’s tent.
A fortune teller? It was kinda lame, but maybe she could get at least one small thrill before going home.
Things would end up far bigger than she planned.
When she entered Madame Zara’s tent, the seer could sense Angela’s arrogance immediately and twisted her fate accordingly.
“You’re about to experience a new spin on life as your ego turns to fluff and you learn to embrace the sweetness.”
Angela cocked an eyebrow.
“Are you… are you telling me to eat more chocolate or something? What a stupid fortune.”
“The cards are what they are, my dear.”
“And you’re stupid.”
And with that, Angela stormed out of the tent and stomped back across the carnival. It was the last straw. She was over it. She was through. She was going to go right home.
Then she saw the cotton candy stand.
And her stomach lept.
Something about that stand called to her in a way that cotton candy or any other confection had called to her before.
She needed it.
So she went over and bought one. Without think the tore off a piece and shoved it into her mouth. Then a second. Then a third. She was absolutely ravenous for cotton candy. It was the best thing she had ever tasted.
How had she denied herself this for so long?
She needed more.
MORE!
Before she knew it, Angela’s cheeks were covered in sugar, and she was tearing into a second piece of sweet and fluffy cotton candy.
Angela’s body suddenly began to expand from the middle outward. It was like the fat was spiraling up and down her body, feeling her and stretching her out, making her larger.
Her tiny waist ballooned. It blew outward with thick spongy love handles. And her flat stomach surged outward into a growing pot belly. She gained a fluffy stomach that flopped over the waistband of her pants, popping its button, and jiggled generously as it continued to grow.
But Angela couldn’t stop herself from eating more cotton candy.
She held her growing stomach with one hand, weighing its increasingly heavier weight as it grew fatter and fatter and started to overwhelm her fingers. And with the other she kept tearing off pieces of cotton candy and stuffing them into her face.
What was she holding the cotton candy with?
She wasn’t.
The cotton candy was just floating in front of her now, hovering there, tempting her, taunting her.
And she kept giving in every time.
More and more cotton candy entered Angela’s mouth, and as it did so, her stomach grew bigger and bigger, fatter and fatter. There wasn’t an ounce of firmness left, just flab piled upon flab.
And the fat didn’t stop there.
As Angela ate the cotton candy, the fat spun down into her thighs. Those thighs quickly thickened, growing wide with fat and turning from sculpted and athletic limbs to fantastically flabby ones. Her thunder thighs soon shook and slapped together. They quaked as the fat filled them. And that fat spun further downward until it spun her slender calves and ankles into big fat cankles and filled her feet, including her now chubby toes, with fat. She would soon be set to waddling like a penguin instead of strutting like a peacock.
Angela’s ass grew bigger as well. Her cheeks grew chunky, swelling up into soft orbs of supple and sagging flesh. Her muscle tone was replaced by pure squish, and her smooth skin became marred by cellulite. Even with the generous size of her butt, now much bigger than before, the softness and the sag, along with the cellulite, made the whole thing look like a lumpy lard filled mess.
Her arms got soft and fat too. She grew wobbly bingo wings that grew far fatter than her wrists- which were still pretty thick. The effect of this kind of fattening was that her arms looked reminiscent of cotton candy in shape with her bloated biceps dominating her wrists which comparatively looked like sticks. Her bingo wings were filled with pillowy fat that stretched out as far as gravity would allow such soft sacks of fat to grow, and then they drooped down over Angela’s elbows as if they were trying to reach down toward her chubby hands and thick clumsy fingers.
Angela’s breasts got bigger, but they didn’t grow as much as the rest of her, certainly not as big as her blubbery belly on which they rested. What took more of a hit was her face which became quite round with fat complete with jowls and a thick doughy double chin that wobbled as she continued to greedily munch on the cotton candy.
By the time the weight finally stopped piling on, Angela was a real fat lady. She was a whole lotta woman, a real tub of lard. And even more than just that, her skin had become a light bright shade of pink almost like she had a perpetual sunburn. She looked like a pig, a roast ham or… a piece of cotton candy.
And that’s how Angela would spend the rest of her life, a fluffy fat girl with an intense and unstoppable sweet tooth. She was destined to get fatter and fatter and forever face the same kind of judgments and humiliations she once forced on other people.
The lesson in humility was one that Angela would learn over and over again as she continued to grow fatter.
As for Madame Zara? She would continue to enjoy punishing the vain, fattening others.
She was already eager for the next time the carnival came to town.
