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Fairground Fattening Pt13
🕑 Added 2022-11-01 02:09:11 +0000 UTCBy the time Dale had helped her back to the main tent, the excitement and rush from the pie eating contest had died down and Tammy was doing what she always did after walking any distance more than a couple of feet; trying to regain her breath. The obese fur was panting and drenched in sweat as she let Dale ease her over to a sturdy bench. She dropped her expansive ass down, feeling it swallow up almost the entirety of the steel seat.
“Pant, thanks, Dale. That, whew, was a lot of fun. I, gasp, never, whew, had that many people cheering me on all at once. It felt good, wheeze.”
Dale smiled as he lit up another cigarette before going to a nearby cooler and pulling out two bottles of Coke. He untwisted both tops and handed one to Tammy before taking the other for himself. He watched her take the beverage down in one gulp, doing whatever she could to recover her strength.
“I’m glad ya enjoyed it. Ya know, if ya wanted, ya could experience that every other Sunday if ya wanted to.”
A glazed look came over her face, which could have been because she had lost some IQ points that day, because she was semi-full, or because she was still completely worn out, but the tigress was having trouble putting two and two together with what he was saying. She stared at him, almost slack jawed, as she tried to make out what he meant.
“What do you mean? I, gasp, don’t like around here, so it’s not like I can come back all the time, he-he”, she giggled.
“Ha-ha, that’s not what I meant sweetheart. I’m saying, this little fair needs a fat woman for it’s “World Renowned Furs” attraction and, no offense, but ya definitely fit the bill.”
She giggled again, her laugh having a very airy tone to it. Her voice too was not as harsh as it had been before, since she no longer gave a damn what her parents had thought. They had been out of her life for years, why should she stress about things she wasn’t in control of?
“That, whew, does sound enticing, Dale, but I had some plans I wanted to take care of first. I only stopped here because I saw the sign for fried Oreos, and I love me some fried Oreos”, Tammy said, as she pictured the dessert in her mind. It instinctively had her drooling and moaning for them as she sat there, barely controlling herself.
“I know, and when ya asked me for directions to the booth for it, I told ya they were the best in the state. Since ya liked them so much, why wouldn’t ya wanna get the opportunity to have em on an almost daily basis?”
“I dunno. I had planned on driving around the country checking out all the best food spots for a bit. Was pretty important to me ya know”, the massive fur said breathlessly. It was true, she was going to take the last bit of the money from her trust to head over to the West Coast for some tacos. It was on her to do list.
Dale knew that even though she had gotten this far, she still could get a little farther. The wrist band, which was barely visible due to all her arm flab, was starting to fade in and out. If he could just get her to agree to this, she’d stay for good.
“Tacos are nice, and we do have a taco place in town that’s pretty good. Honestly though Tamara.”
She stopped him, putting up a hand before he could continue.
“It’s TAMMY, no one calls me Tamara. I hate that fucking name”, she corrected him before burping and farting at the same time.
“My mistake, my mistake. But seriously, Tammy. I’m offering you a job where ya can be yourself, enjoy all the foods ya could ever want for free, and have no stress whatsoever. Honestly, how many people can offer ya that?”
It was a good offer, she couldn’t deny it. Especially for someone her size, who was having trouble even fitting in her car these days, let alone driving it for more than an hour or so at a time. She was simply getting too big for these long, extended trips. Still though, did she really want to be a “circus fat lady”?
“Yeah, but won’t I be mocked? I mean, I’m comfortable in my skin ya know, but even us big girls don’t like getting mocked constantly.”
Dale grinned.
“I can’t deny the fact ya probably will get mocked on occasion, but I can also tell ya that anytime it happens, I’ll be the first one out there to rip the little bastard’s head off the moment it happens.”
“He-he, you’re very sweet, Dale. That’s still not the best response though.”
“Well, I don’t know what else to tell ya. I’m offering ya living accommodations, clothing, free food, a pretty well paying job and some companionship, if ya will allow me to be frank”, he said, winking at her. She just blushed in return.
“Very tempting, very tempting.”
“Plus”, he continued, “Ya can’t tell me ya didn’t love it when all the people out there were cheering for ya, yelling ya name, and rooting ya on. That had to feel so thrilling, right?”
Tammy thought about that. It HAD felt good to have people supporting her for the first time in what seemed like forever and how good it had been. The admiration from complete strangers, and it had all been so exciting. Add to that all the food she had consumed that day other than the pies. It had all been so juicy, so succulent, and so plentiful, that it made her all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Just thinking of the cheesesteaks, fried Oreos, and, most importantly, the pies, had her mouthwatering once more.
Her mind imagined her just sitting on a bench like this, eating as much as she could get her hands on, for hours a day, all the while people clapped and told her how amazing she was. Being recognized as the best at something was all she had ever wanted in her life, and now it seemed to be right at her plump fingertips. Why was she stalling?
“Dale, I think ya got yaself a fat lady” she said, smiling.
As she did, he took notice of her wrist once more and saw that the band had seemingly vanished without a trace. Tammy was no longer a “VIP”, she was a performer and performers didn’t need bands. Sure, she was a fresh hire, but it still meant that she could walk around the fair grounds without needing any identification.
Not that it was hard to figure out what her job was. Weighing in at 928 pounds, Tammy was quite the sight. Her face was a collection of chins and jowls, her lips plumped up just like the rest of her had been. Her hair had continued to grow and now, even though it was in a ponytail, it had fallen to just below the lowest roll of her back (which was about where her ass used to be). Strands had fallen in front as well, almost accentuating how round her face had become.
Her breasts, which were bursting out of her dress top, were covered in sauces, jams, condiments, crumbs, and other items which had missed her mouth during her gluttony. They hung to either side of her body, resting on the second of four belly rolls and staying put unless she moved. Her belly, her vast and cumbersome belly, hung off of her like it was it’s own entity, swaying and jiggling as she took each breath. It heaved forward, threatening to completely burst out of her sundress, exposing her to the wolf who was already captivated by her.
Behind her, her ass quivered and jiggled as it drooped over the edge, threatening to once more touch the floor. The dress rode up quite a bit, exposing her furry and dimpled ass to the world. Her tail swayed side to side, looking like a balloon animal that was loose in the wind. Her thighs were spread as wide as could be, each inch looking like a column of lard and sagging to completely obscure her knees and calves that had seemingly melded all together. Simply put, she looked like the stereotypical fat woman, which was PRECISELY what was needed.
“I’m very glad to hear that. I knew it when ya walked in that ya would be the right one for the job, and for me too.”
“Well, you did a good job of buttering me up by saying I was only 840 pounds. That’s like 100 less than I really am, he-he.”
Dale laughed.
“Well, I said “Guess ya weight”, didn’t say I knew it.”
With that, they both laughed.
