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"The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Beach" - EXCLUSIVE EXTENDED CUT!
🕑 Added 2024-06-30 17:16:05 +0000 UTCHere it is, my attempted Empire Strikes Back (with nowhere near the quality or fanafre of that masterpiece). Over 8,300 words. This exclusive cut is over 2,700 words longer than version I'll be releasing on Deviant Art.
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Wouldn’t you love to have a notebook that made people fat at the beach? Imagine those tight beach bodies blossoming with fat.
The beach was not normally the kind of place Asami liked to go. Being a rather heavy set girl, the beach did not hold fond memories for her. It was usually the kind of place where she felt self-conscious due to a combination of her own insecurities and the judgmental stares of others.
But with the notebook in hand, she suddenly felt a lot more confident. And there was something in the air that made it feel like the beach was really calling her name. And once she got there it didn’t take her long to find someone worthy of changing.
The parking lot was hot, and Asami had to admit that some of the people she saw there were even hotter. There were plenty of eager hardbodies ready to work on their tans and show off their beautiful beach bodies.
Asami saw two vain women in sun hats posing for selfies and used her notebook to make it so their sarongs were stretched tight across their bloated bodies. They went from being bikini babes to body positivity influencers with big blubbery asses and thick buttery thighs. When they were done angling themselves for the perfect selfie, their double chins were much more evident and their sucked in bellies stopped being sucked in which put even more strain on their sarongs. They picked up their things and started to waddle toward the beach. Asami enjoyed the way she could see their booties bounce as they did so.
Next, a random blonde who had already shown up with a bikini and no other covering, found herself with a generous pot belly on display, suddenly so self conscious about the pounds that she had put on that she turned to walk back to her car and give up the whole thing. On the way there, she ran into a redhead who called her chubby, and soon found herself being very pear shaped with especially chunky cellulite covered cheeks for her trouble. After that, she was all about encouraging the blonde to embrace her figure, and the two became fast friends. The two headed down to the beach together with their newly flabby bodies on full display.
After that, Asami spied a vain looking couple, a slim and sexy brunette and her muscular boyfriend who was trying to show off by carrying all of their beach equipment in one go. Asami decided to take care of that.
“The brunette will get chubby and her boyfriend will become too fat and weak to carry all of the stuff by himself. They will think they’ve always been like this.”
The brunette chubbed up quickly, gaining fat all over a growing the standard squishy pot belly, soft sagging ass and chunky thunder thighs combination along with some larger softer breasts, flabbier arms and a slightly puffier face with the hint of a double chin. Her boyfriend grew much fatter. His muscles became lost, buried under pounds and pounds of fat. Her grew a prodigious belly and a set of thunder thighs that had him waddling as he struggled to carry the chair, and umbrella, and cooler all in his weak, flabby arms. His fat face was flushed, and his double chin was wobbling as he struggled. His proud pecs were deflated and became big saggy man boobs that jiggled as he tried to keep himself going only to eventually drop everything.
His girlfriend rolled her eyes at how weak and pathetic his fat ass looked, and then she helped him carry the stuff to the beach.
Asami followed after them.
As Asami tried to find herself a spot, she came across one of the models from work who frequently loved to come to this beach to be admired and to work on their tans. Estella was clearly just finishing setting up her own little spot, and Asami could see a gaggle of admirers failing at pretending not to be looking at her. Estella, the bikini clad babe, didn’t care about them though as she happened to cast her judgmental gaze over at Asami.
“Oh. Asami, isn’t it? You’re here? Ugg. You know. They really shouldn’t let plus-sized porkers like you be at the beach.”
Asami rolled her eyes and kept walking, but she also kept writing in her notebook.
“After letting herself go over the last six months, Estella is now transitioning to becoming a full-time plus-sized model in a desperate attempt to restore her career, and she’s very self-conscious about it.”
Asami didn’t need to look to know what happened next.
Before Estella’s firm butt even hit the ground, it was now bloated and blubbery. Her chunky cheeks wobbled as they hit the sand, and her thunder thighs quivered and slapped together as well. Estella was now a plus-sized porker herself clad in a one piece swimsuit that was being eaten by her growing ass in back and strained by her pudgy pot belly in front. The fabric was stretched by the gut that had replaced Estella’s six pack abs. And fat in the form of thick love handles spilled out the cut out sides of the one piece suit giving her a very unflattering look. Her entire flabby body shook as she sat and tried to finish putting sunscreen on herself. It wasn’t easy with her new belly getting in the way.
Estella’s thighs had grown thick and spongy and took a lot of photoshopping to get rid of the cellulite when she was given some plus-sized swimwear suits that she was still feeling uncomfortable about taking. Up until a short while ago, she would have made fun of people her size. Hell, it wasn’t until a few short weeks ago when she tore an evening dress on a shoot that she had officially blossomed past someone capable of being a traditional model. The laughter and name calling from the colleagues she used to cattily look down upon still haunted her. Not even an emergency trip to the craft services table where she stuffed her face full of deli meats could ease her pain.
Estella thought she was going to be fired for sure, but instead she was just moved to being a plus-sized model full time. She hated being a plus-sized model. Estella had always considered plus-sized models to be lazy and desperate, but here she was now lazy and desperate. She couldn’t get a handle on her appetite, and working out just wasn’t working out for her. If she wanted to stay in the industry she had to give up on ever being thin again and stick to being thick. Plus-size modeling didn’t pay as well, but it did pay the bills.
She could feel the eyes on her now, not nearly as many as she was used to, and she could tell that the ones that were looking at her were looking at her with the judgment that she had always given others. They were thinking what she was thinking, that she was a pathetic porker now. It was making her uncomfortable.
Speaking of uncomfortable, Estella had to lift a chunky cheek and adjust herself, pulling out a wedgie that was forming. It was yet another of a thousand small humiliations since she had put on weight. While she was trying to embrace some form of body positivity with her new career move, she also knew that she had to be careful. She had heard tales of plenty of women just like her whose weight had crept up into the realm of the plus-sized model and then shot past it until there was no modeling left to be done but fetish modeling, and she certainly didn’t want to end up like that.
As Estella sat back down again, her chubbier hands rested on her bloated pot belly. She cupped it and then gave it a dissatisfied squeeze and a frustrated shake. It rumbled in response. Hunger, it was something she used to fight so well, but now she needed to give in. She reached into her beach bag and pulled out a bag of potato chips, and not just a snack sized one. And she began to munch away with her new double chin forming as she did so. Between handfuls of chips she let out a sigh because she knew the sad truth.
This was her life now.
She was a tall and tan beauty with long dark hair. And she was with a short squat woman who didn’t look like a family member but who the raven haired beauty wasn’t treating like a friend. She was just so snide, showing off her body and insulting the other woman.
Asami decided that it would be fun to make the show off one the fat friend, and while she couldn’t make the fat friend thinner, she could certainly make the thin friend far fatter.
“The slim woman with dark hair is going to gain weight until her bikini barely fits her. Everyone will think she just hasn’t realized how much weight she’s gained until just now. She will continue to gain weight over the next six months and always be at least fifty pounds heavier than the other woman she’s with while never losing weight.”
The tanned and toned woman kept her tan, but her tone began to disappear as her abs turned to flab. Her trim tummy began to bulge out into a big bouncing paunch with thick love handles that spilled over the edges of her bikini bottoms. It was a delicious muffin top that sprung out in all directions and flopped with flab. Those same bottoms became greatly taxed by the widening of her hips and the thickening of her thighs.
Those thighs grew sudden saddlebags and she looked rather outrageous as she strut about still trying to pose, blissfully unaware of the way her new flab was moving, especially as her spongy belly grew bigger and bounced up and down like it was full of jelly. As she swung her widening hips, her growing ass swung along. It had its own rhythm as it filled with soft blubber. She had planned to hit her usual perfect pose with a simple pop of her pert butt, but now her chunky ass bounced quite a bit more than she was used to and almost threw her off balance. She nearly tripped over her fat feet and landed with her plump butt in the hot sand, but at the last moment she managed to catch herself and stop from falling though her thunder thighs kept quivering for a few moments more, and her belly had quite a bit of additional wobble to it, shaking like jello on a plate.
Every bit of her was softer. Her breasts grew soft and saggy and filled her bikini top. While previously pert and perky, they were now massive undulating melons that bounced about as they moved. They would have been quite distracting if she hadn’t grown such a large doughy and dominating pot belly. Her gut had grown to be quite sizable, plush with pudge. Although she maintained her tan, her lower half was also clearly covered with cellulite. They were thick, very squeezable thighs that had closed her thigh gap and were threatening to turn her into a classic waddling fat girl any day now. She certainly wasn’t going to be able to strut about the beach as easily with her new heavier body. She was still getting used to all the weight and seemed to have become one clumsy chunker.
The original chubby friend, who was in a much more flattering swimsuit, couldn’t help but chuckle at the display that her newly chunky friend was putting on and at the sideways glances she was receiving because of it. There were more than a few rude stares and disgusted whispers as people who would have admired her just a few moments ago now mocked the new little oinker who was putting on quite the humiliating show.
Seeing that she wasn’t getting the kind of attention she wanted. The newly pudgy porker snorted and looked down at her sunbathing friend. This look downward made her slight double chin all the more prominent.
“I’m bored and hungry. Let’s go get some ice cream.”
“Okay, but you better be careful. You eat too much ice cream and you’re gonna bust out of that suit,” snickered the friend.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’ve been gaining weight like crazy. Jeez. I may be kinda hefty, but you’re getting downright FAT.” The chubby friend stressed this point by sticking her finger deep into her formerly thin friend’s pudgy pot belly before sliding her thumb underneath the thick roll of fat and giving it a hard pinch.
“Ugg! Shut up. Now you’re buying the ice cream.”
“Fine with me, blubber butt,” she laughed as she gave her friend a smack on the ass and allowed her chubby hand to really sink into the chunk and give it a good squeeze.
Asami could tell that this chubby girl was really reveling in her once thin friend packing on the pounds and becoming the fatter of the two. She hoped that the karmic revenge would be even sweeter than the ice cream they were about to share.
As the two wandered off to fill their tubby tummies with ice cream, Asami watched both of their flabby butts bounce. She noticed with joy just how much wider, saggier and bouncier that formerly thin girl’s was. She was pleased with the knowledge that the raven haired former beauty queen would soon be waddling about stuffing her fat face with snacks. And Asami was filled with a hunger of her own, the hunger to find more people to punish.
With her gaze traveling across the beach, it wasn’t long before she found her next prey-
A trio of lifeguards.
The lifeguards were gorgeous. They looked just like they stepped out of baywatch. They were buxom and toned, slim and sexy even in their bright red one piece swimsuits. They somehow managed to make those look glamorous, and everything they did looked effortless as they ran along the beach, not to save anyone but to show off. They knew exactly what they were doing. They knew the heads that were turning and the eyes that were following them, and they loved it.
Behind them trotted a very slim but muscular male lifeguard who clearly loved to show off his sculpted torso complete with well defined pecs and chiseled abs. He also looked like he could have been running ahead of the female lifeguards if he wasn’t purposefully hanging back and enjoying the view.
“None of this will do,” thought Asami as she once again began to write in her notebooks.
“The lifeguards here will all get very fat and think they’ve always been that way. Although they will be very fat, they will remain incredibly fit and able to easily rescue anyone who needs it.”
Asami figured that would cover all her bases. She wasn’t a monster after all.
The steps the lifeguards took while still strong and smooth were now kicking up a lot more sand as their fat feet struck the ground. Each step was like a mini-earthquake and the big fat lifeguards plopped along. Their fat flabby bodies quivered, and while they had grown even more muscle mass to support their bodies, they had all clearly gained far more fat.
The ladies had thunderous thighs and were positively earning their name as they slapped together. Their flabby ass cheeks, covered in cellulite also bobbed and clapped together with each tremendous step. In front they had huge flabby bellies and bulging balloons for breasts. It was through sheer force of will that they were still able to cut through the water fast enough to save people, but they always did even as they regularly spilled out of their swimsuits while doing so.
The male lifeguard’s flabby torso was on full display with an equally large spare tire and a pair of saggy man boobs that moved to their own rhythm. His moobs were definitely big enough to consider getting a sports bra for some much needed support. But of course he was too proud for that. Instead he just let everything hang out and, in the case of his big blubber belly, over the waistband of his ill fitting swim shorts.
Asami watched the lifeguards turned land whales continue on their way and was very pleased indeed, please that is until she saw another unfortunate sight.
Becky and Rosina had a knack for following Asami through life. They had been high school bullies, then college bullies, and because the three of them had all stuck around the same general area, they had a nasty tendency to show up at some of the same places and immediately resume their bullying ways.
“Thar she blows, Asami the land whale,” snarked Becky who had always been the leader of the too with Rosina serving as her loyal stooge.
“Oink. Oink, piggy.” snorted Rosina.
The two were glamorous bikini babes who loved to show off their figures and put down others. Becky was especially adept at it.
“You absolute sea cow. We should roll you back into the ocean where you belong. You’re just a sad, fat, lazy, piggish creature. You’re disgusting.”
At an earlier time in her life, these remarks would have made Asami cry, but she was past all that now. She was more mature, more confident.
And she had the notebook.
So Asami just waited for Becky and Rosina to finish having their fun and then go on their way.
“What nothing to say? Cat got your fat tongue? Huh? Huh? You gonna- you gonna cry now? Or…”
Asami just stared up at Becky without blinking.
“Well… well… you’re still a fat loser. Let’s go Rosina. We don’t want to catch her fat.”
And as soon as Becky and Rosina turned and took a step away, Asami got to writing.
“Becky developed a glandular problem two years ago and is now incredibly obese but still dresses like she did when she was slim.”
Becky started growing a big backside. Her previously plump but pert butt grew plump, quickly surpassing the luscious stage and filling with fat to the point of losing anything recognizable as muscle definition. Her overripe peach grew mushy and dimpled with cellulite as it swallowed up her bikini bottoms completely. The flabby cheeks slapped together as they grew fatter and fatter. They were two thick cushions overstuffed with fluff, and they just kept growing bigger and bigger.
Those ass cheeks had been Becky’s pride and joy. Becky Buns people had called her, and it was an apt name because they were so thick but also hardened with muscle, but now her new nickname would have to be Becky Blubber Butt. Each soft, saggy cheek would take two hands just to try and hold them, and the fat would still ooze through the fingers and over the sides. The blubber butt cheeks could not be contained. From now on Becky would be doomed to the classic fat girl outfits of stretched out dresses and stretchy leggings because pants without an extreme amount of give were going to be absolutely off limits for her fat ass. There would be no pair of jeans safe from the breaking because of those blubbery buns.
Her chunky cheeks continued to wobble, undulating with the fat that kept filling them, loose from lack of muscle and filled with nothing but flab. They were now the kind of adipose filled ass cheeks that quivered with even the slightest movement and kept moving on their own once all other movement had stopped.
The thighs were the next to thicken, to fill with loose wobbling fat. They grew thick with blubber and became trembling thunder thighs. The fat that filled her legs and atrophied her muscles quivered just like her ass cheeks. First she grew thick heavy saddle bags, and then her thigh gap was filled as her thick thighs grew inward until they touched, kissing gently at first before they smushed together, soft tissue pressing together hard enough to push her legs outward. Her cellulite covered thunder thighs were two thick drumsticks that kept growing fatter. With no sign of stopping, her thighs grew thicker and her stance grew wider.
Becky used to be a runner, not professionally by any means. She certainly wasn’t training for the Olympics or even a personal best in a 5K. But she loved to run in the mornings, around her neighborhood or on the treadmill at the gym. She planned her vacations around places that had scenic views for when she ran. Becky especially loved running on the beach, the challenge of pushing herself in the sand. It was all a thrill, a thrill that she would never be able to feel again.
Now Becky was doomed to waddle across the sand like an overheated penguin, out of place amongst the hardbodies (just like she used to be) and even the more casual beach goers, Becky had already grown comically obese, extra comically so because so far she had only grown down below. Her big fat ass and tree trunk thighs now made her look like a cartoon character because of how wildly out of proportion she was, bulbous butt and tremendous thighs stuck between dainty ankles and feet and the rest of her trim body up above.
But at least one of those things changed quickly. Her ankles were no longer dainty as they swelled with fat and merged with her ankles two form solid cankles. Her feet swelled as well, developing thick sausage toes and widening as the fat filled them. With those fat feet and her thighs forcing her to waddle, her running days were definitely gone forever.
Becky's cartoonishly shaped figure would only remain that way for a little while longer as the fat began to make its way upward and fill out the rest of her figure.
The next thing to go was her belly, which lost all muscle definition and began to balloon outward with fat. Without the abdominal muscles she had taken so much pride in to support it, Becky’s belly quickly began to sag over the edge of her bikini bottom quickly joined by the love handles that formed at her side. Her trim, tapered waist became a barrel of fat, a mushy muffin top that oozed over the sides of the bikini. Those bikini bottoms, now engulfed by fat at all angles, became like string tied to a ham. They dug into her flesh and from multiple angles were completed obscured by the folds of fat that flopped over them.
Becky had loved to show off her abs. It was the whole reason she was here in a bikini, to flaunt her hard work and hard body. She knew she was slim and sexy and having a six pack like hers was the epitome of being slim and sexy. And now she had a big fat kegger, a doughy mass hanging out in front to match her double wide dumper of a rear. As the fat kept pumping into her gut, it stretched out further, gaining the appropriate bright red marks, and jiggled like jello free from its mold as was Asami had seen happen to so many others. Eventually, Becky’s blubber belly gained so much mass that it split into to distinct rolls of doughy fat, becoming not just a pot belly, a gut, or even a spare tire, but an immense quivering double belly that turned her from looking like the epitome of slim and sexy to the epitome of gluttony.
Her gluttonous gut became an apron of fat. It perfectly mirrored her broken down shelf of a fat ass and evened out her fat distribution quite a bit. Of course, that fat distribution was not yet done.
Becky’s breasts became billowy pillows, quivering mounds of flesh that threatened to overwhelm her bikini top as they surged forward and sagged down, hanging like saggy pillowy pendulums. Her previously perky breasts were now bloated udders, marked by angry stretchmarks and jiggling at the slightest of motions. The fat mounds of flesh made for some impressive cleavage as the mighty mounds fought against the bikini top.
And the fat did not stop there, it took over her arms getting rid of the hard earned biceps and turning them into flabby bingo wings. She grew arms so filled with fat that the soft flab rolled over her fat elbows. Her wrists grew chunky, and even her hands grew fat with thick clumsy fingers to go with her sausage toes down below.
Working out had always been a passion of Becky’s. She loved going to the gym. And she loved the way her arms were toned, and even if her breasts weren’t as big as some other people, she knew that they were the perfect size and had the perkiness they needed to turn heads while not making workouts exceedingly difficult for her. Now, even if the rest of her had allowed working out to be a thing, the massive size of her heaving bosom would have prevented such a thing. She could already feel the twinges in her fat back from standing too long. And her arms were now flabby and useless, barely capable of lifting any significant weights, they were much more suited for simply moving massive amounts of food from her plate to her face so that she could stuff herself with it and ease the pain in her greedy gut.
The last part of Becky’s body to bloat up was her face. She lost the angular cheekbones and well defined but slender chin and instead grew flabby jowls and a doughy double chin that wobbled just like the rest of her. Even her nose seemed to get fatter, and her previously model quality face now looked far more piggish. She looked like a woman who didn’t know how to say no to a good meal, or any meal, or snack for that matter. She had the face of someone who was a constant grazer and yet couldn’t help but stuff herself when it was time to settle down for a meal.
Becky had always prided herself on her self-control, on her dedication to both working out and her diet, but those days were gone. Now that she had her glandular problem, she had given up, embraced being a pig and just went with it. Her snacks were what others would consider meals. Her meals were feasts. This was her life, and while there were many times when she felt disgusted by herself, she knew that she had no choice but to make the best of it. That’s why she threw herself into heavy hedonism and stopped caring about what people thought of her as she waddled about in her tiny bikini still trying to cling to some remnant of her past self when she was slim and sexy and had all of the confidence in the world. Of course, on some days like this, people like Rosina were making her feel more regretful than usual.
“You really are a disgusting pig now, you absolute beached whale. It’s pathetic how you could just give up like this.” Rosina really dug in to Becky. And as she dug in with her words she also reached out with both hands and grabbed the lower roll of Becky’s double belly giving it a shake.
“I mean, just look at this blubber. You’ve got a real pig gut. Disgusting.”
Becky’s face flushed with embarrassment as Rosina kept slapping her flabby gut and causing her fat flesh to undulate.
“To think, I once used to look up to you and admire you for your beauty. Now you’re just a manatee. You should be disgusted with yourself because you’re disgusting.”
Rosina continued her torment by pinching Becky’s meaty love handles. This brought tears to Becky’s eyes and officially meant that Asami had seen enough.
While Asami certainly wanted Becky to feel a lifetime of humiliation, it didn’t seem right that Rosina would get to be the one to so strongly doll it out without punishment.
“I think it’s time for you to be a lackey again,” thought Asami as she started to write in her notebook.
“After seeing Becky get fat because of her condition, Rosina realized she also wanted to become a big girl and is now Becky’s loyal and submissive feedee.”
Asami had decided that while she wanted Rosina to become a round little fatty, she still wanted Beck to be the bigger of the two, and she figured that this would ensure that.
And it sure did.
Just like Becky, Rosina started to balloon. It started with her butt. Her rump grew rounder but lost its firmness becoming a mushy pair of chunky cheeks that was also swallowing her bikini bottoms just like Becky’s even more massive ass was doing. Rosina’s rump was cushiony and covered in cellulite just like her blossoming thighs. Those thighs grew thick and lost muscles becoming chubby thunder thighs that didn’t quite have Rosina waddling about yet but gave every indication that that was in her future. The chunky flesh slapped together with every step she took, and the rest of her body jiggled along as well.
Rosina had been as blessed with big breasts as Becky had, instead hers had to settle for getting only moderately bigger but far saggier. It was an unflattering look in her biking top which strained against the sagging breasts. Her arms also got flabby, easily losing all of her muscle definition. Though the fat didn’t roll over her elbows like Becky’s did, Rosina still possessed some sizable bingo wings. They were fabulously flabby limbs far weaker than they used to be. She didn’t even have to do as much food lifting as Becky since, when she was around Becky, Becky often enjoyed feeding Rosina directly. And Rosina was a good little piggy, happy to put whatever Becky gave her in her mouth.
And that mouth was a part of a much rounder face than before. Rosina had grown chubby cheeks and a prominent double chin, but the most prominent part of Rosina’s fatter body was her ponderous pot belly. That belly had expanded outward from what used to be a flat and tightly muscled stomach, and it was now a soft spongy bit of fat that was rolling over her bikini bottoms just as Becky and Rosina liked it. They had put a lot of work into turning Rosina from the stereotypical hottie that she was into the hefty girl that she was now. But Rosina wanted so much more. She couldn’t explain it, but sometimes she really wished that she had Becky’s glandular problem, that she could so easily become such an incredible whale of a woman. But instead she just had to admire Becky’s beauty and be thankful that Becky allowed her to stay close enough to worship her blubber while feeding her, turning her into a fabulous fatty just like her.
Asami watched as Becky took out a sandwich from her beach bag and held it in front of Rosina’s face. As Rosina tried to take a bite of it, Becky pulled it away.
“Uh uh uh. Who’s my good little pig?” Becky teased.
“I am. I’m your good little piggy,” Rosina said as she clapped her chubby hands together excitedly.
“And good little piggies do what?”
“Oink. Oink oink oink oink. I’m a good little piggy. Oink. Oink.”
Becky finally gave Rosina a bite of the sandwich before taking another much bigger bite herself. The routine continued, with Rosina oinking and then biting into the sandwich and Becky taking one or two bigger bites for herself until the entire thing was gone, and Becky finished with a big smack to Rosina’s broad ass.
“Good piggy. Now let’s go get some sun and work up your appetite some more.”
Asami watched the two feedees waddle away to find a spot to lay in the sun and undoubtedly eat some more, and she felt pleased that she had once again done good work, important work, work that added some karmic balance to the universe and made things better, and it also made her hungry, this time for real food.
Watching the display put on by Becky and Rosina had spurred her own appetite, and Asami decided that she had earned herself some ice cream, and decided to take a stroll down the boardwalk to get some and transform some more people along the way.
It didn’t take Asami very long at all to find people on the boardwalk perfect for transforming. As soon as she stepped onto it and turned to walk in the direction of the ice cream cart, she found a pair of women with long impressively toned legs and heart shaped asses in thong bikinis leaning on the railing with their perky butts out as they surveyed the scene before them.
So obviously Asami made those tight butts into sponges of fat and blew up their thighs until they were chunky and covered in cellulite. It was fun to watch them panic once they noticed what had happened. They couldn’t explain why their lower halves were suddenly so hefty, and immediately turned on each other. The two vain women threw a variety of insults at each other, insulting each other’s figures while blaming the other person for why their own figure was out of whack. It was quite the sight as the big bootied bikini babes continued to argue, but of course, Asami didn’t have time to watch for much longer. She had ice cream to get and others to transform.
The next people she found were a couple roller skating down the boardwalk dressed in neon crop tops like they were pretending to be Barbie and Ken while showing off their gorgeous bodies. Asami couldn’t have that, so she got to writing again and by the time the couple skated past her they were significantly heavier. But of their athletic bodies were no more and they were extremely fat and sweaty, clearly winded from the extra exertion it took to move their fat butts along even with the aid of roller-skates. Asami watched them pull over with their hands on their fat knees as they sucked the air trying to catch their breath. Their flabby bodies spilled out of their clothes with sweaty flesh quivering with the slightest movements.
“Serves them right being so arrogant,” thought Asami as she kept moving along.
Asami didn’t stop and transform every stereotypically hot person she saw on her way to the ice cream cart. One, she figured she would run out of ideas and that would be boring. Two, she doubted that everyone deserved punishment just because they were beautiful. And three, she really wanted to get to the ice cream cart for a delicious mint chocolate chip ice cream sundae and didn’t want to spend too much time constantly stopping and writing.
But every once and a while the perfect targets kept coming up.
For instance, Asami saw two muscle bound men, real jerks who were catcalling women who were walking by. Asami just knew she had to do something about that.
“The two musclebound jerks catcalling women will become weak fat boys who are too self-conscious about their fat flabby bodies to ever catcall anyone again or give much thought to how they got this way.”
In an instant the two jerks were transformed. Their muscles melted away and became folds of flab that were then inflated by fat. Their abs became big fat bellies, and their muscular pecs became so inflated with fatty tissue that they now possessed big jiggling man titties large enough to make some women jealous. They were saggy and bouncy as the rest of their bodies inflated further. Their thick muscular arms became scrawny and then thick again but this time with weak useless fat. They filled with fat and became pathetic flabby limbs that matched their weak flabby legs which were now thick thunder thighs that made them waddle. For men, they became surprisingly hippy as their asses grew fat enough to start to split the backs of their shorts.
Once the shorts started ripping, that’s when the fat boys took their cue to leave. Red faced and jiggly, the shirtless men try to cover up both their exposed backsides and their swinging moobies all while numerous people laughed at them and shouted cruel names in their direction.
They would never be bold enough to bother another woman again. Asami was sure of that. And she gave some of the meaner hecklers some juicy pot bellies of their own to walk away with for good measure before continuing her sojourn.
One woman along the way had plenty of room to go around Asami and yet decided to shoulder her anyway before snarking about Asami’s size, so Asami used the notebook to make the slender woman much wider. She specifically filled the woman’s ass and thighs with fat and gave her some real hippo hips to make her constantly prone to hitting door frames and people and knocking things over. Her big butt was now doomed to be the butt of many jokes. That moment of small cruelty had earned her a lifetime of embarrassment. Asami loved delivering big fat doses of that kind of karma.
There was just one last person Asami felt compelled to change before she got to the ice cream cart.
This blonde woman wasn’t one of the models that Asami worked with, but she looked like she could be. She was laid out on a bench, resplendent as if she was daring people to admire her and take her picture. She looked so relaxed, so lazy. And lazy people often get fat. Asami didn’t think it would be fair for her to be lazy and slim when so many hardworking people that she would likely make fun of were fat. So Asami decided to change that.
The blonde got a large sloshing belly that slumped to the side, a turgid mass of fat. And she got weak flabby legs, pasty thunder thighs to demonstrate her lack of movement, and to go with it she got a great big couch potato ass. As she yawned like a fat cat in the sun, her doughy double chin was clearly visible. It was a good dose of big fat justice, and it left Asami eager for some ice cream.
When she got to the ice cream cart, Asami found that she had arrived just in time to see the formerly thin woman from earlier and her chubby friend just finishing up their ice cream and walking back toward the beach. The chubby friend was finishing one small cone whereas the now rather fat friend had just polished off her second and was now cramming the cones into her mouth. Asami couldn’t help but chuckle as she got in line eager to buy her own ice cream.
Luckily for Asami, there were only four other people in the line, and they seemed to be ordering in pairs. There was a set of twins, some real bodacious bikini babes, and a slim mother with her rather hefty adult daughter who were in the process of ordering.
“You should at least try to pick out something low fat, dear,” scolded the mother.
“Mom, I’m in college. Get off my ass,” responded the daughter with a sharp amount of snark and an eyeroll.
“I’ll get off your ass when it’s a lot less fat. It’s shameful to have a daughter your size. People look at me like ‘How could you raise such a cow?’ and I can’t stand it.”
And Asami couldn’t stand it anymore either. Luckily she knew exactly how to make the mother far less judgmental.
“The mother has always been fat and has a real sweet tooth.”
Just like that, the previously slim mother porked up, plumping past the chubby face then into full fledged fatness before settling comfortably in the realm of the obese. Her sweet tooth was obvious by the roundness of her face. It had a really doughy quality to it complete with the requisite jowls and double chin. Her cheeks were spongy, and she looked like a fat and lazy chipmunk.
Of course, the fat didn’t end with her face. She had a fat neck and shoulders that then led to fat arms consisting of flabby bingo wings. Her breasts had grown far larger and heavier and were now a much more prominent feature of her fatter figure since they were far larger than the petite ones she used to have when she was skinny. They had quite a bit of sway to them as they sagged downward thanks to their weight and age.
Even more prominent than her pendulous breasts was her ponderous pot belly. Her gut had grown round and spherical and stuck out as if it were trying to spit in the face of gravity. It was a huge thing that would have gotten her easily mistaken for pregnant were it not for her age.
Her hips grew wider and her thighs grew thick enough to push together, and her ass grew outward into a big shelf of fat just like her belly. All told, she was a rather massive woman clad in a skintight sundress that showed off every roll and fold of her fat body.
Asami’s work had some unintended consequences as she found that making it so that the mother was always fat meant that her daughter was now significantly heavier as well. She had already been rather fat, but now she was a great big blob of blubber. Asami shrugged her shoulders at this.
“At least they have something to bond over and seem a lot happier,” Asami mused to herself as she watched the mother and daughter each get two ice creams and begin to happily gobble them down.
Then she heard the laughter of the twins, and it was infuriating again. She glared at them with their perfect bodies and their heads full of vanity and arrogance.
“They’ll let any pigs on the beach.”
“Land whales really.”
“This place is just crawling with fatties today.”
“Disgusting. They should keep all that blubber hidden.”
“I’m surprised all that bacon isn’t sizzling in this heat.”
“They’re grotesque.”
“Fat and lazy and stupid.”
“Greedy cows.”
Asami had had more than enough and opened up her notebook once more. Since she got the feeling that this was likely to be her last transformation of the day, (She did wish to enjoy her ice cream and the sun at some point without distraction after all.) she decided to make it a doozy.
“The two twins will become incredibly obese blobs of fat who barely fit into the bikinis that they insist on wearing. They will become fat and lazy and greedy with a hopeless addiction to ice cream. And the only thing they will think of when they realize how fat they’ve gotten is that they’ve done this to themselves and that they need more food.”
The first thing that grew were their breasts. The twins each had their twins begin to pulse with fat. Their perky breasts were soon mounds of undulating flesh and the fat began to fill them like water filling a balloon. They swelled outward as far as they could before they could resist the tug of gravity no longer. Both of the twins could feel their heavy breasts beginning to sag, but they were too busy eating their ice cream to do anything about it. Their heaving chests began to fight against their bikini tops. Both women kept mindlessly eating as quivering flesh began to spill out from over and under the bikini tops. It was a wonder of science (and magic) that the twins’ breasts managed to be contained at all.
Anyone really watching and paying attention would have to wonder if it was only a matter of time before the tops burst completely.
As the twins aggressively ate their strawberry ice cream with reckless abandon, the sweet treat began to drip down their chins before landing in globs on their massive mounds, splattering on their breasts, covering their chests in cream and then running further and disappearing into their cavernous cleavage. The twins licked their ice cream in an identical rhythm and as the drops fell to the breasts and painted the tops of their bosoms like Jackson Pollock paintings, it was like looking at a person and their reflection with both of the twins awaiting chests taking it at the same time.
Both pairs of breasts continued to balloon to absolutely outrageous proportions that would have put glamor models to shame if it were for the bright red stretch marks that also came to marr the bowling ball sized bazookas. Their breasts were huge and sagging downward lacking any meaningful support from their bikini tops. Luckily for the two bikini babes, some support would finally come from an unexpected place.
That place was their bellies which began to bloom, rising like dough and sagging over their bikini bottoms but also filling fast enough and pushing outward enough to act as a fat shelf for their massive mammaries. The twins had possessed such trim waists with six pack abs worthy of being shown off, but those abs quickly disappeared under a wave of fat that pushed them outward and down. Their bellies grew quickly pausing only for a moment in each stage. They stretched, then paused, then surged, then stretched, then paused, then surged in a repeating pattern of fattening. They were starter bellies at first, and as they neared the edge of that, they surged forward again into pot bellies, then into big flabby guts, and then into spare tires before surging forward again and segmenting into gelatinous double bellies.
The twins’ blubbery bellies shook as the fat filled them, and swayed as the girls threw their entire bodies into aggressively slurping down their ice cream. The melted strawberry ice cream ran like a river through their canyons of cleavage only to emerge on the other side, climb the slope to the dome of their bellies and then ran back down until it reached the crease where their bellies segmented into two thick and distinct rolls. Undeterred, the strawberry ice cream filled those creases and kept dripping downward until it terminated inside their double deep belly buttons.
Asami was more than happy to let the greedy girls stay in front of her and order a second round of ice cream cones after they finished the first. After slurping up all the ice cream, they had demolished the cones themselves, carelessly letting crumbs cover their cleavage. The next round were double vanilla cones smothered in chocolate syrup, and as Asami watched them eat them, she also watched their lower halves bloom.
The twins had very toned lower halves, had being the key word. As they began to scarf down their second ice creams, their toned thighs began to quiver in response. The flesh shook as their muscles turned to mush, melted away and became big tubes of jiggling fat. Even without moving, their thighs shook from the fat that was filling them, giving them saddle bags, and then filling their thighs enough to press them together. The twins were so involved in eating their ice cream cones that they didn’t even move until their thunder thighs forced their stances to widen.
Their thighs continued to inflate with every lick of their ice cream. Their flesh rippled and became covered in cellulite as they grew to be fleshy tree trunks each one far greater in size then their trim waists used to be. They were great wobbling pillars of flab, and that flab expanded outward in all directions. It even drooped over their fat knees. As the fat continued to fill their legs, they stretched out their calves and ankles until they came together in to form big swollen cankles, and even their feet grew fat. Their extremely fatty legs weren’t the only part of their lower halves that blew up of course.
Butts grew big. Their buns of steel, which previously were so hard with muscles that you could have bounced a quarter off of, became broken down cushions of fat, bloated and saggy. They filled with flab and became so large that they flopped downward and slapped onto the back of their big fat thighs. They were blubbery buns now, growing large enough to become personal bean bags made of fat. Their asses went from being perfectly heart shaped to being broken down dump trucks and more. They stuck out like shelves of fat but at the same time sagged downward onto their thighs all while absolutely eating their bikini bottoms. And, obviously those chunky cheeks were chock full of cellulite.
Back up top, their arms billowed with fat becoming bingo wings that poured over their fat elbows. They were a far cry from the wiry biceps they used to have. Their blubbery arms shook as they kept rotating the ice cream cones to furiously lick every part of them.
As they turned back to face Asami, it was clear that their faces were covered in ice cream and chocolate syrup. And their faces were also extremely fat. The twins’ previously angular faces with delicate features were now round and jowly with a multitude of chins, each of them covered in the remnants of their ice cream pig out session. Their upturned noses now looked piggish just like the rest of the fat flushed faces. The bikini beauties were now thoroughly bloated messes.
And Asami somehow squeezed between their massive forms to order her mint chocolate chip sundae while they contemplated which kind of ice cream they wanted to scarf down next.
Asami’s ice cream tasted all the sweeter as she celebrated her job well done and daydreamed about where the notebook could be used next.
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BS Writer
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BS Writer
Oh, I think that's definitely going to be something that happens down the line.
owennerd
Can we get one immobile gain at some point in the notebook series 🥺
