Katrina's Costume Collection 2: Fat Cat and Sexy Piggy (Epilogue) (Patreon)

Olivia wore a frown on her sauce covered face as she scrolled through her social media mentions and saw the pictures of her that were still coming out along with all the predictably hateful comments.

“SQUEAL PIGGY! SQUEAL!!! OINK!! OINK!! OINK!!”

“What a fat hog!”

“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer person. She deserves all of this.”

“Hell yeah. I’m so glad she blew up like a balloon.”

“When the girl who used to make fun of you for being fat is twice your size. #Justice #PigBitch”

“She’s a flabby disgusting mess and I’m here for it. I hope she gets even fatter. #FattotheFuture #FattyForever”

“How could she even eat that much? She’s an absolute animal. #HamBeast #PigFeast #Porker

The kind of comments that really got to her were the ones that focused on her and Kat stuck in the doorway together.

“Look at those two fat fatties #TooFatFatties #TooFat4Doors”

“Looks like all that jelly got jammed! #PeanutButterJellyTime #JammedUp #JellyBellies

“That’s a lot of fat. Talk about wideloads! #DoubleWide #SidebySide.”

“Doors 1 - Fatties 0 #Stuck #2Fat #BigBooty”

"Those hips don't lie- Or let them through doorways! #Hippos #MomentOntheLipsLiftimeOntheHips #Stuckage"

She was still feeling the reverberations of her humiliating actions weeks later. It was like nobody was willing to let it go. Of course, it didn’t help that now that Olivia was out of work she was desperate to keep a side hustle going to make sure that she could still afford her share of the rent. As such she turned to the only skill she knew she still possessed.

Eating.

Olivia wasn’t proud of it, but her entire “career” now was based around humiliating herself on camera with elaborate mukbang videos.

The formerly slim beauty was now a large fat lumbering slob, a true pig who was frequently stuffing her face with spaghetti and any number of fast food challenges that her fans suggested that she do.

And those fans were made up of people she had spent years making fun of or stepped over, and there were just plenty of people who just learned about her story and loved what she had become (even though nobody could put their finger on exactly how she got that way. It was just an unimportant question to them.) They loved to watch her continue to debase herself for their amusement.

“Pork up more, piggy!”

“Stuff yourself silly, loser!”

“This is all you’re good for now.”

“Oink. Oink. You’re right.” Olivia would say to the camera as she read the comments. She would shake her belly with one hand while stuffing another handful of spaghetti into her mouth with the other.

“I’m a naughty naughty piggy, and that’s all I’m gonna be. I’m way too fat to lose all this weight. To all those girls I used to make fun of, check me out. I’m the real porker. Look at all this lard. This is karma for you. Go ahead. Let my fat piggy ass have it. Oink. Oink.”

Olivia’s days were filled with sadness as she ate and humiliated herself further, but she knew it was all she could do, at least until Kat came home.

As if on cue, Kat came lumbering through the door, which for her thankfully was still wide enough that she didn’t have to go through sideways (something that was not the case for Olivia who on the rare occasions that she did leave the pigsty of an apartment was forced to turn herself sides and squeeze her massive double belly through the frame), and waddled into the living room.

Naomi’s prediction of Kat did not entirely come true. Because Katherine did not technically make a complete pig of herself in front of anyone, completely humiliating herself, causing an extensive amount of damage and almost ruining the holiday party, she was not actually fired from the dance company. Of course, Naomi was correct when she stated that Katherine wasn’t actually good at her developmental job without having her stunningly slim and sexy body to fall back upon. Now with her fattened form and her new found laziness, she was pretty much useless when it came to hustling rich people for money. This would have normally been enough to get her fired.

And yet….

Those in charge just couldn’t bring themselves to do it. They couldn’t explain why, but it just felt so much better to keep Katherine in house but seriously demote her. Instead of being a high powered figure in the development department, she was condemned to being a lowly member of the janitorial staff. She was forced to parade herself around the offices as she went around emptying trash cans, washing floors, and scrubbing toilets. It was demeaning behavior to her that was made worse by the fact that Naomi and Rosie were constantly seeking her out to shove her continued fatness in her face.

"I'm so glad I was wrong, and they kept your fat ass around here."

"Yeah. It's so much more fun to keep tormenting you."

“Look at the lowly, Fat Kat. Scrub, scrub Faterella,” laughed Naomi as Rosie shook her head.

“That line was a stretch… just like her clothes! That uniform barely fits!”

It was true. Kat’s jump suit made her look like Violet Beauregarde mid-transformation. (If Olivia were to wear it, she would be much more like Violet toward the end of her transformation.)

When Katherine got home, she wanted nothing more than to peel the jumpsuit off of her fat body and slam herself down on her couch where she could lounge around. As she did so, her flab pressed against her roommate’s since her and Olivia were so large that they barely fit on the couch together. Olivia had to shift over, and that made one of her thick love handles spill over the armrest while the couch creaked under their combined weight. It would only be a matter of time before the couch completely gave up and collapsed.

“What’s for dinner?” Kat moaned as her stomach rumbled.

“Well… umm,” Olivia blushed, matching the tomato sauce that was covering her chubby cheeks.

“I ate all the spaghetti.”

“Of course.”

“I think there’s still some leftover chili in the frid- no wait. I ate that too.”

“And my doughnuts?”

Olivia weakly kicked the box of doughnuts at her feet.

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

Olivia grinned sheepishly.

“You’re right.,” she responded with a soft burp.

“You’re a pig.”

“So are you.”

“Not as big as you though, piggy.”

“Shut up, Fat Kat.”

“Uh uh, Porky,” taunted Katherine as she poked Olivia hard in the stomach eliciting another burp.

Kat and Olivia both looked around their messy apartment, filled with discarded fast food wrappers and containers and dirty plates. It was a total sty because Olvia was constantly stuffing her face and both her and Kat were too lazy to clean regularly. They both sighed.

“Maybe we should just order a pizza. I don’t want to get up,” said Kat with her head hanging low and her eyelids and double chin drooping.

“You still have to get up when the pizza gets here.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have to get up NOW.”

“Okay. Get three,” snorted Olivia.

While the two fat girls waited for their pizza feast to arrive, Katherine suddenly remembered something.

“Hey. You never did pick up a guy at that party.”

“So? What of it?” asked Olivia with her mouth full of a handful of spaghetti that she realized she had dropped into the side of the couch.

“So you lost our bet.”

“Oh.”

“And you know our usual wager.”

Olivia felt her cheeks flush again and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Katherine grinned from ear to ear.

“Get on all fours, piggy.”

Katherine peeled down Olivia’s overly tight sweatpants to reveal her massive cellulite covered ass cheeks that were swallowing a pair of well used and undersized underwear, worn and ready to rip. It wasn’t designed to be a thong but was now essentially functioning as one because of how fat and soft Olivia’s flabby rear end had grown.

Katherine smiled and gave Olivia’s fat ass cheeks  a rub before pulling her hand back and….

SMACK!

The spanking began.

SMACK!

Olivia yelped.

SMACK!

Her ass jiggled.

SMACK!

Olivia began to moan.

SMACK! SMACK!

Katherine paddled her with her hand faster and faster watching with glee as the flabby flesh undulated beneath her touch.

After another fifteen slaps, the spank bet was complete, and both Katherine and Olivia collapsed in sweat and exhaustion.

“That was twenty-one,” muttered Olivia as she struggled to catch her breath.

“So?”

“You threw in an extra one.”

“You know you loved it, fatty.”

“Shut up, fatty.”

“You shut up, FATTER.”

Before the argument could continue, the doorbell rang.

“Pizza’s here!” Olivia squealed with delight.

Katherine slowly pushed herself up and began to waddle toward the door.

“Great! Let’s eat!”

And so the two began to prepare themselves for yet another feast, and so they lived fat and… well maybe mildly happily but often definitely not happily ever after.