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TEASERS: "A Carnival of Fortunes"
🕑 Added 2025-05-27 17:10:43 +0000 UTCThe first two full stories from "A Carnival of Fortunes" are done and posted in conveniently downloadable PDF format on Discord for 7 dollar Even More BS patrons, and once I'm done with story number three, they will all be coming to patreon for all paid patrons to read.
For right now, here are some teasers for the first two stories: "From Dainty to Doughball" and "Fattening Funhouse Mirror Madness".
Enjoy!
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“From Dainty to Doughball”
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Michelle was a prissy privileged bitch and the leader of a whole group, a giggling gaggle of college aged girls who followed her around and practically worshipped the ground she walked on. There were four of them, five with Michelle, and they were well known for their cattiness and cruelty toward others. They were all slim and sexy vixens, and they were all absolute ice queens when they weren’t actively giggling about something, or more often someone that they found funny.
And Michelle was the worst of them all.
She was a curvy goddess who had always been that way with a sculpted hourglass figure whose best features included six pack abs and a perfect heart shaped ass to go along with her perfect perky breasts. She had a confident strut because she knew just how good looking she was. And this combination of gorgeous looks and grand confidence gave her total control.
Michelle was further aided by the fact that she had a lot of money, and while her looks had earned her her friends’ admiration, her money, or really her family’s money, had earned her their unbroken loyalty.
The carnival was just another thing for Michelle and her minions to make fun of, to enjoy by gawking at others who enjoyed it sincerely, and their trip to Madame Zara’s tent was meant to be done in irony and jest.
Madame Zara of course saw things very differently.
And so the cards were dealt quickly.
“Your delight in dough will make you the largest of your friends. You will learn to lead them in largesse.”
Of course the ladies just laughed at the seemingly nonsensical reading, threw a few insults Madame Zara’s way with some crumpled up dollar bills as a “tip” and headed outside.
That’s when Michelle and her crew were suddenly hungry.
And when they spotted the fried dough stand just across from Madame Zara’s tent, and a fried dough stand that they didn’t remember seeing there before.
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“Fattening Funhouse Mirror Madness”
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Yasmine was a show off, the kind of show off who had a ridiculously hot body and wanted to flaunt it so badly that she was frequently overdress of occasions. For instance, most people were likely to wear something akin to jeans and a simple dress to a carnival.
But Yasmine wore a designer dress.
She wore a fancy short cut designer dress that hugged her curves and designer shoes to go with it. Somehow she had resisted the urge to wear stiletto heels to the carnival, but her flats were still very shiny and very new and contributed to the confident strut that she had as she walked about the carnival.
Why dress like this? Why even come to the carnival in the first place? It was simple. Yasmine enjoyed feeling better than everyone else. She loved the way that people looked at her with jealous. She loved the act of looking down on others, and so she enjoyed deliberately creating more of this disparity between hot self and her “lessers” by coming to an event like the carnival where she knew less hot people would be dressed like slobs while she was dressed to the nines.
It gave her a thrill. It gave her power.
That power was about to be taken away from her as she entered Madame Zara’s tent.
Madame Zara could sense Yasmine’s vanity, and she could certainly see it just by how Yasmine carried herself. She carried herself with the air of superiority that Madame Zara so enjoyed destroying.
She knew the perfect punishment for one as vain as Yasmine, and she was eager to hand out another fattening fortune as she dealt the cards that would change Yasmine’s life forever.
“Your view of reality is badly distorted, and the future will soon reflect the truth. You have big things on the horizon, but nobody will ever look at you the same way again.”
Yasmine laughed the whole thing off, thoroughly confused by what the old woman could have possibly met. She exchanged a few curt words, mostly about how this whole thing had been a waste of her time, and left without paying a tip.
After stepping out of Madame Zara’s tent and looking around at the rest of the carnival, Yasmine realized that she was tired of looking at other, lesser people. These fat slobs had grown boring. When she saw the advertisement for the Hall of Funhouse Mirrors, she decided that she would much more enjoy looking at herself for a while.
When Yasmine stepped up to the Hall of Funhouse Mirrors, Gianna was waiting there. She could sense what was about to happen to Yasmine and gripped her own spongy gut in nervous anticipation. As she rolled the fat of her blubbery belly between her chubby fingers, Gianna thought about giving Yasmine a warning, of convincing her to turn away.
But the way that Yasmine looked at her, up and down with scornful judgment in her eyes, changed Gianna’s mind. And she took Yasmine’s ticket with a grin on her face and watched the slim and sexy vixen step inside all the while knowing that a big fat pig was going to come waddling out.
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If you enjoyed these teasers and don't want to wait for the full "Carnival of Fattening Fortunes" to drop on patreon, you can read both full versions of these stories on Discord right now, in downloadable PDF format, if you're a 7 dollar Even More BS patron. You can upgrade your membership HERE.
And if you don't wish to do that, have no fear. "Carnival of Fattening Fortunes" is almost complete.
