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“The Fat Making Notebook Goes Out to the Ball Game Part 4”
🕑 Added 2025-04-23 14:18:10 +0000 UTCHere is the conclusion of “The Fat Making Notebook Goes Out to the Ball Game” but don’t worry, there are TWO Patreon exclusive spin off stories that will be coming out. One will be about Katie and Emily and will be in early access to Even More BS patrons before being released to all patrons since I currently do not have access to my Discord to do the early release there. And another story will be focused on Taylor and be exclusively for Even More BS patrons.
If you haven’t read part three, you can do so HERE.
Enjoy!
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Katie glared down the first base line as she made her way to the plate. She was looking at Tubby Taylor though she knew the term tubby hardly did the obese slob justice. Titanic Taylor, that was really more like it, or Tub of Lard Taylor. She’d be sure to workshop changing the fat girl’s cruel nickname after the game, especially if fatty couldn’t leg out whatever sure fire hit Katie was about to deliver her.
As Katie continued to think while walking up to the plate, she found it hard to believe that Taylor was once so tight and toned. She remembered that just last season Taylor had been the second most athletic girl on the team, next to Katie herself of course. What had happened to the once slim and sexy blonde to turn her into such a hopelessly obese hog in such a short amount of time? Uncontrolled appetite? Glandular problem? Katie couldn’t remember. And the more she tried to remember the more she found herself suddenly not caring about remembering.
It didn’t matter how Taylor got fat. That’s what Katie ended up telling herself. What mattered was that Taylor was fat. As stupid as it was to be a fatty, it was normal. Taylor had gone and wasted her potential and turned into a complete wide load, a piggy, an absolute whale. She was hot and now she was just another disgusting loser worthy of scorn. Most importantly, Taylor was a fatass stuck on first base, and Katie was angry that she’d have to wait for piggy to somehow plod her way around the bases.
“Fatso better run fast enough to at least clear second so I can get a double,” thought Katie.
But she also thought that it was far more likely that Tub of Lard Taylor would get thrown out at second base even if Katie hit it all the way to the wall.
Meanwhile, as Katie was making her way down the line to take her place at home plate, Asami was in the stands with notebook in hand writing down a paragraph that would change Katie’s life forever, turning her from a college softball diva to just plain soft.
“Katie will gain weight for every foot she runs around the bases. She will develop an incredible appetite to ensure that even beyond this at bat she will be destined to be a big fat fatty. She will become a weak submissive slob and everyone will think she’s just normally become that way over time. Her clothes will barely stretch and will showcase her weight gain.”
As Katie walked up to the plate, she couldn’t help but look back at the dugout and see Emily there, glaring at her. There was something different about the equipment manager. She was suddenly so much more confident, so much more in control, so much more… attractive.
Asami was too far away to notice the glint in Katie’s eyes as she looked over at Emily. Any kind of spark certainly wasn’t something she had put there, but if she had noticed it she still would have been thrilled. It certainly set the stage for some interesting things in the future. Maybe she was inadvertently helping Katie unlock something after all.
Katie got up to the plate and took another practice swing to get her mind off of Emily. As she did so, she looked back down to Taylor, fat winded Taylor, and once again the anger brewed up inside her. Sure, that lard ass had succeeded in getting her fat but to first base, but now what? Her thunder thighs were practically calling for a force out at second. Even if Katie were to knock the ball deep into the outfield for what would normally be an easy double, Taylor's lard filled body didn’t exactly give off the vibe of the kind of person who was capable of getting from first all the way to third in time. If Katie didn’t hit a homerun, that waddling whale was going to get stranded on second at best and be in her way with lesser batters to go. Those other batters weren’t guaranteed to do much against this pitcher even if the pitcher was a total lardo as well. She at least really knew how to throw her weight around.
The pressure was on.
But the fact of the matter was, even as the pressure to get a hit increased, even as her brain tried to focus on what she needed to do to overcome Tubby Taylor’s obvious issues, Katie’s mind was plagued by something far beyond the game.
Katie just couldn’t shake Emily’s words from her mind. As she readied her batting stance, she could have sworn that her thighs felt looser, fatter. She could feel her ass sagging down, weighing heavier with soft squeezable blubber. She lifted up her bat and it was like her arms tingled with weakness. They felt flabby and pathetic. As she swung the bat, she felt her arms jiggle with phantom fat.
Strike one.
Her head shook, and, even though the back of her mind was telling Katie that she had a double chin that jiggled when she did so, she knew this wasn’t true. That didn’t stop it from feeling true. As she readied herself and watched a ball go by, she still struggled with feeling the weight of a body that was much fatter than her reality. It felt like she was truly obese. It was like every extra pound that she imagined was on her body weighing her down and holding her in place. She knew she had to ignore that image, just like she had to ignore the warm growing sensation between her legs, but that was hard to do as she swung again and couldn’t help but feel a big blubbery belly slosh around as she did so.
There was nothing there of course. For the moment, she was still just as slim and fit as ever.
Strike two.
Katie could feel the game and her figure slipping away from her, but she had control over at least one of those things.
Meanwhile, up in the stands, Asami watched and waited. She had a feeling in her large stomach that she hadn’t felt in a while, a feeling of uncertainty. Ever since she had found the fat making notebook, Asami had felt in control. But something about Katie had made her want to gamble. She thought it would be so much fun to watch Katie’s own vaunted athleticism be her downfall. Sure, she had hedged her bets a bit with the appetite thing, but she was really hoping Katie would at least plunk out a single and become a plump little porker.
The ball shot off the bat like a rocket with a crack that was heard by everyone on the field and in the stands. By the sound alone, it was clear where that ball was headed.
Out.
Taylor’s eyes went wide, and her heavy shoulders sunk. Her big blubbery belly bounced disappointingly at the realization that she would now have to go all the way from first around the bases without stopping. The only positive- she thought as she began her slow waddle around the bases- was that she wouldn’t have to run. Still, she got all of five steps and was already starting to feel the strain on her fat body as her thighs rubbed together and her ass shook while she swung her body weight forward and started to waddle around the bases like a fat, awkward, lazy penguin.
Katie twirled her bat and pumped her fist, happy to give that fat loser Taylor a head start moving her big blubber butt along the bases before Katie began her own celebratory trip. She smiled because she knew a homerun was the only way she was bringing that fat hog Taylor around the bases. And she couldn’t help but look back toward the dugout toward the voluptuous Emily who couldn’t stop herself from smiling too.
Up in the stands, Asami was smiling as well. She had a devilish grin stretched across her fat face as she thought about what she had written in her notebook, that Katie would gain a pound for every foot she ran around the bases.
Reader, the length between each base on a standard college level softball field is 60 feet.
It was fitting that the first place the new weight began to settle was in Katie’s feet. With every victorious bounce she took, her feet landed with just a little bit more padding on them. That additional padding quickly began to work its way upward. With each new step the fat shot upward like toothpaste being rolled out of the container. Her fit body began to blossom with blubber. The fat filled her ankles and caressed her calves as it slid upward into her thighs.
It was subtle at first. She would step and there would be a shudder where there was none before. With each step, the rippling of her thighs grew more pronounced, eventually becoming a full tremor as her thighs kept growing thicker. The quivering flesh started to stretch the fabric of her pants before she even made it halfway to first base. Soon the fat would be slapping together and they would truly earn the title of thunder thighs.
Her shapely ass also earned more shape. It got bigger and rounder and developed a considerable bounce thanks to all the soft squishy fat that laid itself on top of the thick muscle that still laid underneath. Her butt cheeks grew more bloated with fat as she trucked along, and the bouncing grew more pronounced. And the fleshy orbs took greater bounces with each victorious stride.
Their bouncing was matched by the bouncing of her brand new belly. The abs that Katie had taken so much pride in were covered over by a fresh layer of fat, soft flab that was beautifully pliable and with enough give to make it jiggle as she made her way to first. Those first sixty feet and therefore sixty pounds added an impressive amount of inches to her waistline, and, along with a grow gut, she also sprouted some significantly sized love handles.
Her arms were getting softer too, and since every step was starting to take a little more effort and she had to swing her arms more to keep moving, the jiggling of her once firm biceps became increasingly noticeable. What was becoming less noticeable was the size of her breasts which were not growing at nearly the same rate as the rest of her body, and as Katie began to round first base with her already significantly rounded body, her breasts had gotten noticeably saggier but were otherwise relatively untouched.
Rounding first continued to add to her roundness. Without realizing it, sixty feet from first to second meant that previously slim and sexy Katie was poised to pack on sixty more pounds. And that blubber filled her body fairly fast.
Katie’s legs continued to quiver as thighs that were once thick with muscle became thick with fat. Her celebratory strut was really starting to become much more of a plod as her thighs shook with each new step. She wasn’t quite waddling yet, but she was getting closer and closer to it as her thigh fat began regularly slapping together earning the title of thunder thighs.
The real waddling was happening right in front of her as the fat and sluggish Taylor was really struggling to keep her obese and out of shape body moving. The amount of air that she was forced to suck in as she struggled to plod along caused her redundantly plump belly to quiver and shake and spill further out of her now very sweaty jersey. Her plump muffin top became more and more evident as the uniform shirt rolled up further, exposing her deep belly button and even more of her flabby flesh with each labored step.
Behind Taylor’s blubbery bouncing butt, but continuing to up, was Katie whose bouncing butt cheeks were becoming more and more bloated. Her bum grew bigger and softer, and for the first time her breathing started to become labored as her big blubbery booty began to act like a bulbous anchor, weighing her down and slowing her stride, a stride that got slower as her thunder thighs continued to increase in size as well.
Katie’s belly began to take on more blubber, growing in girth at a rate that was faster than the rest of her. Her belly now surged outward and began to noticeably flop up and down, untucking her uniform shirt and putting extra strain on the buttons. Between those buttons, gaps began to form thanks to the blubber that was filling Katie’s belly. And as the belly bounced, the fat that was there wiggled and pushed itself through those gaps. It made her belly bounce in an uneven manner. Where there was still fabric, flab would be pushed back, and where there were gaps, the fat would rush forward to fill them every time her big belly flopped up and down.
Her arms grew flabbier as did her breasts, but Katie’s belly took the brunt of this gain along with her previously toned butt cheeks. Her blubbery belly now officially dwarfed her soft, saggy breasts which made them look even smaller by comparison.
Even her simple victory stride was starting to get tough as Katie rounded second base one hundred and twenty pounds heavier than she had begun. She looked ridiculously out of shape and was starting to become quite out of breath as her entire fat body shook with each now labored step. She was officially waddling instead of walking now, and her pace had slowed significantly from her previously light jog. Obviously, there was nothing light about her now. She was a blubbery beauty.
In front of her was still Taylor who was now closer than ever because of how sluggishly her fat ass was running. But as Katie grew fatter and fatter her own awkward waddling gait grew slower. The gap between them stopped shrinking as their weights grew closer together. By this point, Katie had surpassed the size of the fat pitcher hse had hit the homerun off of and looked like the kind of lard ass who would not have been capable of such a feat.
And in the back of her mind, Katie was incredibly turned on.
Somewhere, deep inside her, behind all the fatphobic hate, there had always been the woman who secretly longed to let go, to be on the other side. It was humiliating for sure and also incredibly arousing as she felt her thick, flabby thunder thighs, now squeezed like overstuffed sausages in her pants, rub together and force her to waddle. And that waddling became more pronounced with each new step that her fat feet took.
By this point, Katie’s face had grown round as well. It had valiantly fought off the fat for a while, but now what was once just a slight softness became a decided doughiness as she developed jiggly jowls and a thick double chin. That doughy double chin of hers had a prominent and permanent wobble of its own as it shook with every shaky breath that the now out of shape athlete took. Every part of her kept growing larger, fatter, softer. Her bingo wings became more prominent. Her breasts grew heavier, and her thighs kept growing thicket. But it was her butt and belly that still took the brunt of her new blubber.
Her butt was like a broken shelf as it jutted out behind her but also sagged downward and slapped against the back of her thick thunder thighs. Her blubbery butt cheeks now shook with an even greater ferocity and threatened to spill over the top of her pants which would have revealed her cellulite covered cheeks to the world. Katie’s butt was now soft and round and incredibly squeezable. It was crammed into pants that were threatening to burst out behind her, but her butt wasn’t even the biggest part of her fat body.
That crown went to her big blubbery belly. Katie’s abs were long gone, replaced by a gut that jutted out in front of her and spilled forward out from under her uniform shirt. Her flabby tummy sloshed about and sagged like an apron of sweaty fat until it slapped against her thunder thighs, something that slowed her down considerably. Katie was quite the sight with flabby thighs that were getting slapped by fat on almost all sides. They smashed themselves together. Her belly slapped them in front and her butt cheeks clapped them from behind. The only part of her not getting slapped around, her outward facing saddlebags, were still pressed tightly against the fabric of her overtaxed pants.
And she was still getting bigger.
Both Katie and Taylor looked like comical figures, two extremely fat ladies trying to exert far more energy than their fat bodies were meant to and moving at a snail’s pace. The thrill of Katie’s home run had long been sucked out of the crowd as they now were stuck watching the sluggish fat women slowly plod their way around the bases. Cheers had turned to jeers, plenty of scornful laughter and lots of oinking and name calling as the impatient crowd waited for the fatties to finish their sloppy sojourn so they could get back to watching actual softball action.
Amongst the crowd, Asami kept smiling as Katie kept growing wider.
The distance from home plate seemed interminable as Katie stood on third base for a moment to catch her breath. Of course, stood was a generous term. She was doubled over with one fat foot on third as her fat hands pressed into the fat just above her knees. She was barely standing, but her fat body was sweating profusely, and she sucked in air so quickly and desperately that it created a loud snorting sound, fitting for how much of a fat pig she had become.
And she still had sixty feet and sixty pounds to go.
Those pounds settled themselves where all the rest had, primarily in her belly and butt but with plenty to share all over her flabby body. That body of her quaked as she took each of her last sluggish steps plodding along those final sixty feet between third base and home plate.
Katie’s athletic thighs were chafing from the incredible friction brought on by fat rubbing against fat. She could feel the holes made in the fabric made by her thigh fat which was now poking through. Her bulbous butt cheeks continued their unceasing bouncing, and the tops of them permanently crested over her pants giving her a prominent plumber’s crack that was impossible to get rid of. Sweat rolled down the folds of fat that now comprised her wide back and made its way into her cavernous butt crack.
Her gluttonous apron of a belly spilled out in front of her. It was the centerpiece of her sweaty muffin top and sagged fully like an apron across the front of her thighs and threatened to reach her fat knees. Her big blubbery belly still had plenty of bounce to it, but the lower part of her belly, since she had a spare tire that was now so big that it had segmented itself, stayed far lower thanks to its incredible heft. The upper portion of her belly still bounced high and also doubled as a shelf that her bloated, saggy, puppy fat breasts sadly sat on top of. Of course, her gelatinous gut and globular glutes may have had the most pounds packed on to them, but they were not the only places.
Katie’s arms were now comically fat with bingo wings so large that are flabby biceps now pushed themselves off of her fat sides and stuck out awkwardly. She had great big flabby ham hock arms and a piggish face to go along with the rest of her body.
Her face, which had spent the first half of her run turned waddle around the bases being barely touched, had spent the second half making up for lost time. She now had multiple chins and jowls that drooped and jiggled. She looked like that kind of woman who spent her life doing little more than stuffing her fat face and had earned every flabby pound.
By the time Katie finally made it to home plate, Taylor was still there. She was doubled over trying desperately to catch her breath. Her flabby belly oozed out under her uniform shirt and spilled across her lap. Her big blubbery butt stuck out behind her. And that blubbery butt was exactly what Katie’s blubbery belly collided into.
Katie’s excessive bulk meant that her forward momentum could not be easily stopped, and the two fatties collided with each other. Their obese bodies shook furiously and both formerly fit athletes turned fatties soon tumbled to the ground and shook some more. The sight of their flabby bodies slamming into and bouncing off of each other garnered another round of laughter from the assembled crowd. The two fat women who once loved to make fun of fatties were now putting on quite the humiliating show, and it was just a glimpse of the lives that they were going to be living from that moment on.
The rest of the game went by quickly for Asami. Katie and Taylor had one last half of an inning looking absolutely ridiculous standing in the field. A routine ground ball came toward Katie at second base, and Katie’s globular gut sagged down and got in her way as she tried to field it. The ball bounced up and off her blubbery belly. She reached down to get it, and the seams in her pants were broken by her blubbery butt. She was barely able to pick the ball up with her chubby hand and gave a weak throw that the runner was able to beat out. Stuck out in the outfield, Taylor was useless in her attempt to chase a fly ball and merely tripped over her own fat feet and hit the grass. As she got up, several buttons on her uniform shirt burst, revealing more of her blubbery belly. Luckily, after that, the home team pitcher struck out three batters and got out of the inning without letting in a run. After that, Katie and Taylor spent the rest of the game taking up a lot of room on the bench.
Asami felt very satisfied by all the transformations she had been a part of and the karma she had dealt out. She was even happier after she got another hotdog.
But what made her happiest of all was the way Katie and Emily couldn’t stop making hungry eyes at each other in the dugout. It certainly hadn’t been something she had intended, but she eagerly imagined their fat future together.
Comments
BS Writer
I agree. I’m glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for commenting. More to come!
Achernarus
Katie had it coming.
