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"The Fat Making Notebook Goes Out to the Ball Game" Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-03-31 15:04:47 +0000 UTCUnfortunately, I don't have a joke about torpedo bats in this story yet. Fortunately, here is all of part one which is over 3,600 words. And part 2 (which is over 3,500 words) is already available on Discord for 7 dollar Even More BS members and will be coming here soon. There are also going to be four parts to the story total with the fourth part being a PATREON EXCLUSIVE epilogue story.
For now....
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Ball games are great for eating hotdogs and making people fat.
At least, that was Asami’s opinion. And it was a lovely day to take her Fat Making Notebook on a stroll back across her old college campus to take in a softball game and create some chaos.
Athletes can be just so damn stuck up, so sure of themselves and their physical abilities. She was definitely looking forward to humbling a few of them. Maybe she would put some pounds on a pitcher, chunk up a catcher. She could just picture the softball team, plenty of lovely ladies with already luscious curves feeling their pants getting tighter as their thick thighs grew thicker. She looked forward to giving some ball players ball bellies and making some arrogant athletes into helplessly hungry hogs.
Of course, getting to the field meant getting across campus first, and on this particularly beautiful day, that meant passing plenty of beauties ready to be a bit more bountiful.
The first victim that Asami found worthy of transforming, a rather haughty looking blonde woman with a confident strut that Asami found to be just a bit too arrogant, got her usual warm up transformation, a nice big blubbery belly. The woman was wearing a crop top to showcase the toned nature of her trim tummy, but that tummy soon became quite tubby, and the belly baring shirt became the perfect way to showcase the now blubbery blonde’s new pudgy pot belly. Her growing gut bounced out in front of her and sloshed up and down with each step. Those steps were now far more laborious as Asami took away the woman’s confident strut by way of thickening her thighs enough to give her a much more awkward waddle.
Those thighs, once toned, were now beyond tubby. They were thick thunder thighs made of fat that shook, slapped, and rubbed together with each slow step. It was a rather comical thing as Asami had kept most of the blonde’s upper body the same, almost as a way of showing off just how unearned her perceived previous vanity was. She retained her narrow face most of her upper body, though slightly softened, remained trim. Then she absolutely exploded with fat from the belly downward. While her gut and her thunder thighs were the real highlights, there was no denying that this randomly chosen blonde victim now had an incredibly fat and flabby ass as well, a doughy dumper gifted with a supreme amount of sway. Her blubbery butt cheeks bounced up and down and side to side as she clearly began to become winded from her waddling.
Asami chuckled to herself as she watched the blonde who once looked like she could have run a marathon had to stop to catch her breath. The blonde’s big belly plopped onto the tops of her thick thighs as she doubled over. Her hands sunk into the soft flesh of her flabby thunder thighs as she took a few labored breaths and then really had to push herself to get going again. Thanks to the now extremely tight, fit almost to bursting, Asami got to enjoy the way the blonde’s fat legs had developed swollen cankles, fat ankles and calves that were made even more swollen by the exertion she was experiencing.
The fact that this blonde was reduced to huffing and puffing was a great source of amusement to Asami who knew that the previously fit woman would now be stuck as a shuffling fatty probably posting well positioned photos of herself in a vain attempt to disguise just how big and blubbery she actually was. Her corpulent caboose, tree trunk like thighs and blubbery belly would certainly end up being quite the surprise to some people and probably cause her to face lots of painful and humiliating rejection.
“Good,” thought Asami. People like that, vain fit women, deserved to be humbled and learn what it’s like to be made fun of for being bigger, to experience what Asami had experienced for so much of her life.
Asami craved more justice, and she soon found it.
There was a redhead sitting lying in a beach chair on one of the campus lawns in just a bikini and clearly trying to attract the attention of passersby as she worked on tanning her gorgeous slim and toned figure. This would have been bad enough, and made her worthy of judgment in Asami’s eyes, but then Asami watched the fit redhead lower her sunglasses to sneer at some chubby chicks that were walking by, and that judgmental sneer on her face made it clear to Asami that it was time for the redhead to be far more robust.
Pounds were about to pile on.
With the help of the notebook, Asami turned the sunbathing beauty into a beached whale. The redhead grew round with fat very quickly. Her trim waist exploded with huge love handles, and her body grew so rapidly wide with fat that her blubber soon had her wedged in her beach chair. She grew a belly so big and blubbery that it sagged and spilled down onto her fat lap even while she was mostly reclined. Her ass grew extra fat as well and was covered with cellulite. It would have lifted her out of the chair quite a bit, but the width of it instead contributed to getting her stuck in it instead. The redhead’s thighs grew nice and thick and covered with cellulite as well. They pressed together and pushed each other as far out as the chair would allow. Her thunder thighs gave her a gloriously fat lap which her belly continued to roll across as she grew larger and larger.
Eventually, the chair could take no more, and the legs gave way. This caused her obese body to crash to the grass with a thud that sent all of her fat quivering, at least the fat that wasn’t duly pinned to the arms of the chair which were still holding strong to her sides though the were decidedly bent. Her own flabby arms flapped uselessly as she tried to get her fat body up but was instead stuck to the ground like a turned over turtle.
Presumably some good samaritan would come along and help her up already, but until then the redhead was stuck rocking back and forth in her karmic humiliation, fat body undulating as she tried and failed to get her fat body up under her own power.
Asami found it quite amusing.
The next two people that Asami judged to be vain and worthy of fattening were a pair of ladies on roller skates. Their crime? They had the gall to flaunt their athletic bodies in nothing more than booty shorts and sports bras as they glided across campus.
Asami made sure that their gliding was a lot slower and more awkward by giving them big bloated bellies that sloshed about as they skated. Their sagging guts were paired with bloated butts that served as weighty anchors, spilling out of their shorts and slowing them down considerably. But what really slowed them down the most wasn’t their blubber butts. It was their new thunder thighs.
It’s really hard to waddle while on skates, but these two formerly lithe babes were managing to do just that as their thick thighs rubbed together and greatly hindered their movement. Their fat flesh was fully on display as their outfits did not change, and so their fat flabby bodies were seen by all. Nothing was hidden. Their fat flab flapped about in the breeze as they wheezed and wheeled about fighting not to fall down and humiliate themselves further.
The two women who once attracted admiring gazes now drew scornful looks and snickers as they rolled by. Sometimes, the kinder people would whisper things like “Well at least they’re being active,” but that was currently the best they could hope for, and Asami found that most amusing.
Of course, those who had the nastiest words to share soon found their own formerly slim waistlines significantly softened. One particularly bitchy brunette who commented on how the fattened roller skaters looked pregnant found herself with an enormous food baby, a brand new pot belly that stretched her shirt out significantly and would embarrassingly draw lots of comments and plenty of hands looking to rub her “pregnant” belly only to humiliate her with the realization that it was all just fat, rich, buttery belly fat.
A pair of catty women found themselves with noticeably bloated blubber butts and pants that would no longer button along with appetites to ensure their future obesity. And Asami even took a person who was rattling off joke after joke and made it so that every joke she made at another person’s expense would add pounds to herself as punishment. She was certain to be waddling in no time, not that Asami had the time to find out. She had a softball game to attend to and far more people to transform.
And while Asami enjoyed giving trim women tubby bellies, she never quite found that to be enough and was looking to be a bit more expansive.
For her next real bit of fun, Asami decided to be a bit more benevolent. Asami overheard what was clearly a sorority sister making fun of a would-be pledge for her lack of curves. The specific phrase “member of the itty-bitty titty committee” was thrown around, and that was the straw the broke the camel’s back (a back that was growing more and more fragile these days), and Asami, in her never ending quest for justice decided that she would help the poor pledge out.
She made the mousy woman decidedly chubby. After all, she was not in the business of keeping people slim. However, she did use the notebook to gift this woman with outrageous curves and turned her into a bombshell with big breasts, an even bigger butt, and just enough of a belly to keep her a little self-conscious and keep her vanity in check. Her breasts were made incredibly large, far larger than the breasts of the woman who had been making fun of her and could now only stare her the formerly flat woman’s mighty bosom with extreme jealousy.
The woman’s new bigger breasts burst the top button of her polo shirt and pushed outward providing a view of some very tantalizing cleavage. The woman’s once narrow hips widened and stretched her jeans to their limit, and her bigger butt threatened to cause them to burst. She also grew a cute little pot belly with some matching love handles. The pairing of these things cause her polo shirt to ride up and reveal a delightful muffin top.
The woman who was her bully was not nearly as lucky.
The vain bully found her belly expanding. Her flat stomach filled with fat and pushed outward. Her belly bubbled and bounced and surged forward until it was far past her breasts, and it would have created the illusion that she was pregnant if it wasn’t for the amount of sag that it had. Her flabby gut burst the button on her pants and rolled over her waistband as it spilled out from under her shirt and announced itself to the world. Her gut grew bigger still as it hung lower like a sack of fat onto thighs that also grew noticeably thicker.
Her thighs became full of thunder as the fat filled them, and thanks to the shorts that she was wearing it was clear to see all of the cellulite that now covered them. Her trim thighs became thick with fat that slapped and rubbed together thereby gifting her with a brand new waddle of replace her normal walking. The beyond pudgy pig of a woman would now feel rather ponderous as she struggled to move from place to place. Her thighs were now ridiculously soft with buttery fat and threatened to become quivering messes with even the slightest bit of movement.
This quivering was matched by her ass which lost all of its tone and became two butt cheeks filled with pillowy fat that puffed up and then sagged downward onto the back of her thunder thighs. Her shorts were ill equipped for this much blubber which now spilled over the top- giving her a distinct plumber’s crack even when standing- and oozed out the bottom revealing more of her chunky cellulite covered cheeks to the world at large. She had a large ass indeed, but it was also broken down and saggy and not nearly as attractive as it could have been had it at least held its shape while inflating.
The rest of her lower half had inflated as well. It wasn’t just her ass and thighs that packed on the pounds. Even her calves and ankles swelled up into thick cankles. And her feet grew bloated as well. Her sandals clearly revealed the now sausage-like qualities of her toes which had grown quite plump along with the rest of her.
Plump was also a perfect way to describe her arms which were now far tubbier than the toned limbs she once possessed. Her thicker arms now featured flabby bingo wings which were shaking even as she stood there. The woman had grown so large and soft that the mere acting of breathing (something that on its own took a good deal more effort than it used to) caused her jumbo body to jiggle. Her belly and love handles bounced, and as her sides spread out with each breath, this caused her blubbery arms to bounce about as well. Overall, she was just a great big jiggly mess.
Her jiggly bits included her new jowls which were thanks to her now chubby cheeks. Those jowls were paired with a low hanging, doughy double chin that also had a propensity for bouncing. The fat that filled her face made it quite a bit rounded and quite a bit duller looking. She lacked the signs of confidence and cunning that were once her signature. Now she looked greedy and piggish. It was the perfect reflection of who she had been on the inside.
The breasts that she had been proud of grew as well, but only slightly. Instead of gaining a lot more mass, Asami had ensured that they gained a lot more softness and sag, and so they were now dwarfed by the sheer amount of blubber that encompassed the rest of her.
Now that the scales were judiciously rebalanced and Asami could see the judgmental looks that the chubby bombshell was giving her formerly fit bully turned to fabulously fat punching bag, Asami eagerly moved on and continued to look for new people to change on her way to the softball game.
By the time Asami reached the field, and after already adjusting the weights of a few more vain passersby, she was quite hungry and quickly made her way over to the concession stand. Her stomach was rumbling with hunger, so it didn’t take much to make her annoyed, and a slender woman holding up the front of the line did just that.
While Asami was waiting with patience that was wearing thinner by the moment, this petite woman was staring at the menu still undecided about what to eat and was instead openly, and loudly, complaining about how fattening everything was. She was midway through an extensive rant about the sugar content of the stand’s numerous dessert offerings when Asami decided that she had had enough and opened her notebook.
“This petite bitch is now a real pig, a greedy chunker with a huge sweet tooth and a gluttonous gut to match.”
Just like that, the previously petite woman grew into a proper porker. Her belly ballooned into a chubby gut that pressed against the counter. It was a big blubbery pot belly that immediately gave her a rather tubby appearance as it spilled out from under her shirt. That tubbiness was further aided by the growth of her globular butt cheeks which ballooned out behind her. They grew large and round and incredibly soft, and as they popped out of the bottom of her shorts, the cellulite that covered them was clearly visible. Her petite frame made it much easier for her to end up looking like a big ball of fat as her breasts and belly grew out in one direction and her blubber butt billowed outward in the other.
Of course, those weren’t the only parts of her body that filled with fat. Her thighs grew thick and meaty. They transformed into slabs of fat that slapped together. And her arms grew thick and flabby as well. As she cradled an array of snacks in her fat arms, snacks that now included a huge banana split supreme sundae loaded with four scoops of ice cream and all the toppings the stand had to offer, her flabby bingo wings quivered.
Her thighs quaked as she swung her chunky body around and waddled over to the nearest picnic table to gorge herself on snacks. The ice cream made a particular mess as she went about her pig out session. It was like she was inhaling the food that was in front of her, alternating between hot and cold bites but decidedly favoring the ice cream. She crunched on chips and chowed down on chili cheese dogs, but she always kept coming back to that big bow of deliciously fattening ice cream. She stuffed her chubby cheeks with sugary goodness, absolutely crammed them full of ice cream and was left with a satisfied look on a fat face that was covered in whipped cream and syrup that ran down and filled the crevice made by the crease of her doughy double chin.
She was one happy hog.
After making a petite pig, Asami got her own snacks, a hotdog with mustard and ketchup, a bag of potato chips, and a large soda. That’s when she heard two hot girls snickering behind her. Obviously, this was another thing that set Asami off, and she waddled to the nearest table to set down her snacks and open up her notebook once again.
“These two are professional eaters. They’re still show offs, but now they specialize in showing off their gluttony and their obesity, and they’re going to show off to everyone right now with a very fattening hotdog eating contest. They’re going to stuff their faces, eating like big fat piggies.”
The ladies had already grown quite large by the time they got to the picnic table with their trays piled high with hotdogs. Their jeans were stretched out by their widened hips as they waddled from the concession stand to the table, and their big bellies bulged out in front of them bursting the buttons on their pants. The flaps of those pants now hung uselessly, but were largely obscured by the guts that replaced the ladies’ previously trim tummies.
Both women had been curvy but still clearly very fit, but by the time they settled their fat butts onto the picnic bench to begin their feast, they were both bordering on obesity. A crowd began to gather around them. Once these people would have been admirers of their beauty, enamored or jealous of their fit figures. But now they were a crowd of gawking spectators eager to watch these two fatties stuff themselves silly with food for their own amusement.
And stuff themselves they did.
The two ladies who once could have been athletes attacked the hotdogs with athletic determination, tearing into them and stuffing them down their throats with barely a moment's pause. Hotdogs vanished one after another, and as those hotdogs disappeared, new pounds appeared on the once slim vixens. Their bellies grew bigger and their blubber pressed against the table. Their butts grew rounder and wider, pushing them up from their seats and pushing their fat bodies toward each other. Their hips grew wider and their thighs grew thicker, and, soon enough, both women were taking up the entire of the picnic bench that they were sitting on, scarfing down hotdogs as their fat bodies pressed together. Their meaty love handles practically stuck together thanks to the sweat that they produced from the exertion of eating so much so fast.
Once pristine women were now going whole hog and making a mess of themselves with ketchup and mustard that smeared across their fat faces and spilled onto their bouncing cleavage and stretched out shirts. Their clothing took on the look of a Jackson Pollock painting as they kept cramming processed meat into their greedy mouths. They were an immense spectacle the likes of which they previously would have gawked at, but now they had no choice but to keep showing off their gluttony for the people they once looked down upon.
The crowd roared, mostly with approval, but there was also plenty of jeering, judging, snide comments and a variety of animal noises. People were not afraid to oink and moo at the two gluttonous girls with their greedy guts seemingly never satisfied. And the two fatties just responded by eating more and more until one of them eventually doubled over with indigestion and the other raised her arms, flabby bingo wings flapping in victory.
Both women were now obese blobs of fat, trapped like this forever and destined to continue squaring off against each other and trading victories in various eating contests for the rest of their lives all for the amusement of others.
For Asami, she knew that this was some of her finest work, but that the best was yet to come.
There was still the softball game itself.
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