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The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Beach - Extended TEASER
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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 her 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.
