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The Fat Making Notebook Goes Grocery Shopping - Extended Edtion
🕑 Added 2025-02-12 18:06:13 +0000 UTCHere is the full extended version of "The Fat Making Notebook Goes Grocery Shopping" which originally appeared way back in "Fat Trimmings" Volume 30.
This version is over double the length, coming in at over 4,000 words and features a major plot development to the overall story of the Fat Making Notebook.
Enjoy!
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“The Fat Making Notebook Goes Shopping”
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Asami almost didn’t bring the notebook with her to the grocery store. She certainly didn’t expect to need it. But as she started to leave her apartment, she couldn’t help but feel a nagging sensation that it would be bad to leave the notebook behind. What if someone broke into the apartment? (Even though she was living in a fourth floor walk up and her door was double bolted and it was also the middle of the day.) The notebook might get stolen. (Even though it was safely locked away in her desk drawer in the same cheesy secret compartment she used to keep her diary in.) So as she hesitated at the door for a moment longer than she could measure, Asami eventually turned around and went back to grab the notebook.
It was better to be safe and sorry, and there was no harm to come from carrying the notebook around.
At least not to her.
So Asami clenched the book in her hands and found that as she headed off to the grocery store, her mind was no longer just on what she would buy to feed herself, but who she would transform while she was there. It seemed to her that the inside of the grocery store would supply an infinite amount of creative ideas. What a perfectly simple place to take the notebook. Plenty of rude Karen’s at the local grocery store. Plenty of people who come back regularly. It was the perfect place to go and find new people- rude people- definitely rude awful people- to punish and a delightful place to check in on them from time to time. Yes. It was definitely the perfect pla-
That’s what Asami was thinking about before her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the jarring sensation of being suddenly run into, not just randomly bumping into someone, but being actively shoulder and nearly sent to the floor.
“Watch where you’re going, fat ass!”
They were two slim friends who were laughing at her having shoved her right as she was getting to the door of the store, and Asami had to admit that she was getting tired of that particular trope in her life and of people quoting that damn Mean Girls line at her.
That’s when she realized she no longer had the notebook!
In a panic she looked down to see that, fortunately, it had just fallen to the ground right next to her and gone no farther. She snatched it back up and stormed into the grocery store, determined to make the woman who nearly cost her the notebook pay.
There were two women, friends, annoying chatty, catty friends, slim and sexy stereotypes still clearly laughing about what a fine trick they had just played. One, a blonde, was taller and more muscular than her much more petite red headed friend. Based on her musculature, Asami assumed that the blonde Karen was the one to shove into her and took joy in steering her away from the vegetable aisle.
“The blonde who bumped into me will no longer eat salads or enjoy healthy food. She’s become a real junk food junkie, and she’s going to go find a bag of marshmallows to eat right now. As she eats them, her ass is going to grow until it’s so fat that it splits her pants.”
“Then we’ll see who gets to laugh,” thought Asami as she watched the blonde suddenly steer her cart away from the vegetables and toward the snacks.
The red head, who was too distracted choosing between a cut bag of spinach and kale or a bag of spring mix, suddenly turned to see her friend headed elsewhere.
“Sharon, where are you going?” she called out.
Asami chuckled to herself seeing how close she was with mentally naming the woman Karen and then ducked into the snack aisle to watch Sharon’s transformation.
Sharon couldn’t believe the incredible craving for sweets that she had, and for salty things, for things rich and fat that she had spent so many years denying herself. It was like she couldn’t say no any longer. She suddenly wanted cookies, and cake, and potato chips and ice cream and… marshmallows. She wanted marshmallows. She NEEDED marshmallows.
She found the bag and couldn’t wait to even get it to the checkout counter. Like a wild animal, she tore into the bag right there and began stuffing the sweet treats into her mouth, chewing as fast as she could.
Asami was excited to see the body of a woman who could have modeled for Playboy become a chubby bunny indeed.
As Sharon began to eat the marshmallows, her body began to change. Her muscles all softened slightly, but by far the biggest change came to the swelling of her ass. It was subtle at first, just a little bit of extra plumpness, but then as she got to the fourth and fifth marshmallow that she was cramming into her cheeks, her ass cheeks which were already getting chunky really started to balloon. The fat filled them like water balloons, first expanding outward and then sagging downward. The plump mounds of plush flesh would have sagged even further if they were not struggling against the confines of her tight pants.
To aid in the battle against the pants, Sharon’s hips and thighs began to widen too. Her entire lower half grew thicker and into an exaggerated pear shape as she pushed more delicious marshmallows into her greedy mouth.
The marshmallows kept coming, and so did the pounds, and as her pants got tighter and near bursting, that’s when he red headed friend came turning down the aisle in shock at what she was seeing.
Sharon ignored her though and kept eating. With the bag almost finished, she realized she had dropped one of the marshmallows and reached down to pick it up.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPP!!!!
That’s when the pants gave way, and yet Sharon instinctively shoved the last marshmallow into her mouth before shooting up and using her hands to try and cover her now exposed chubby cheeks. Her friend couldn’t help but be a catty bitch.
“Wow, Sharon. I catch you sneaking snacks and look at what happens. I can’t believe I never realized you had put on so many pounds. You’ve really gained weight, girl.”
“Shut up, Terri,” Sharon muttered with her mouth full of marshmallow.
Terri walked up and poked Sharon in her tummy which had grown just enough to pop the button on her pants but was a far cry from her swollen ass cheeks.
“Face it, piglet. You’ve gotta go and buy yourself some fat pants.”
Sharon turned away and started to storm out of the store as quickly as her fat ass and torn pants would allow. She dropped the empty bag of the marshmallows to the floor with no intention of paying for it, another thing that Asami took as a sign that Sharon was worthy of punishment.
Asami figured that Terri shouldn’t get off scot free either and once again opened her notebook.
“Terri is extra catty to Sharon to distract from her own recent weight gain. She had also become a junk food junkie who has recently gained a little pot belly and a real bloated face. She’s going to be an obese slob within the year.”
“Hey, wait for me, piglet!” Terri called after Sharon.
As Terri walked past her, Asami could see the changes to the red head’s figure. Her shirt was now noticeably tighter, stretched by a belly that he replaced her abs and forced the shirt up just enough to expose a delicious sliver of flabby flesh. Her previous angelic face was now round and distinctly bloated looking, a clear sign of her new junk food addiction. It was already starting to look a little greasy and had the start of a nice doughy double chin.
Asami looked forward to seeing the women again as she was certain they would now be addicted to the junk food here at the store, and she was eager to see how they would change.
But for now, Asami had to look away from her former victims and look down not at the notebook but at her shopping list. After all, she had her own errand to run.
And as she looked up to survey the store for what she needed, she knew she would find a fresh crop of victims as well.
A few people caught her eye for some quick changes. A thin woman sizing up some cantaloupes got big melons and a fat ass to match. A pair of women who were talking just a bit too loudly for Asami’s taste found themselves with bloated bellies and new double chins that wobbled every time their mouths moved. Generally speaking she gave most of the people she saw, at least those that weren’t already fat, some new curves, at least enough to make their clothes tight and have them worrying about needed to size up. Some people she gave new larger appetites to to make sure that sizing up became a regular ongoing thing. All the while, Asami went about picking up some things for herself like hummus. Of course, anyone with a like minded taste for dips who wanted something healthy like carrots for them soon found themselves reaching for chips and crackers instead and a few pounds around the middle for their trouble.
While Asami scanned the snack aisle for her own food, she caught the sense that she was benign watched. Asami was very used to judgmental gazes after all, and sure enough as she leaned for a box of CoCoMint Cookies, she caught the sight of a blonde in a crop top staring at her with disgust. In her hands, the blonde held a box of non-fat cookies, a disgusting abomination, and Asami knew immediately what this was all about.
That poor, vain, skinny bitch was looking at Asami as a cautionary tale. She was sizing Asami up and reminding herself that fat people are lazy and disgusting and she was not, under any circumstances, to lose her perfect figure and become like this cow with CoCoMint Cookies in her chubby hands. To the blonde, Asami was everything to strive not to be, and she was using Asami’s fat body as justification for her lame as “cheat snack” of disgusting diet cookies.
It was sad really.
And Asami was going to change that.
“The blonde is self-conscious about the new pot belly she’s recently grown, but is helpless to stop herself from eating cookies, her biggest weakness which will ensure that she gets even fatter.”
The blonde woman with the previously svelte frame, put the cookies back, chastising herself. She had hoped that she could control herself and use the diet cookies as a way to wean her off her addiction, but the thought of having such flavorless crap when there were so many options at her disposal.
And sometimes she felt like a human garbage disposal lately, especially when it came to cookies.
Her mouth was watering as she stared at the multitude of options that were laid out before her. Then she reached down and gave her plush bot belly a squeeze. It was ridiculous that she was standing here in a crop top with a gut hanging out and over the waistband of her shorts. She felt like a pig. This was especially true as she slid her hand along her blubber until she pinched one of the love handles that completed her muffin top.
But she couldn’t stop herself.
She knocked several boxes straight into her cart without a care to their actual brand, just that they were cookies. Then, she grabbed a box of CoCoMint cookies and tore into it right there. She moaned as the cookies hit her tongue. She ate them so quickly that crumbs flew into her generous cleavage. Her new little double chin wobbled with each new bite. She knew what was happening, knew what it was doing to her.
She was becoming a fat girl. But there was no way to save herself. There was no way she was going to be giving up these delicious cookies. She needed more and more and more.
So she was just going to have to get used to being a greedy little piglet.
The blonde woman chastised herself with a few self-deprecating oinks, the same kind of sounds she used to make when teasing the fat girls at school. But they did nothing to slow her down. She kept embracing her new life as a wanton, greedy little piglet eating cookie after cookie even though she knew that the end result would be her downfall. If she could turn back now she could maybe get back to being the slim and sexy vixen that she was. At the very least she could settle for just being chubby. But just staying chunky was not in the cards for her. The hog call of the cookies was too strong, and she knew she was destined to turn herself into a full blown fatty.
Asami kept looking down the aisles and spotted Marco. Marco was a ladies man from way back in high school. He was still gorgeous and clearly exceedingly vain from the way he kept his flowing hair to the way he wore his tight buttoned shirt with the buttons down to his chest. Asami really decided to have some fun with him.
Soon, the playboy was now a porker. His chest was now practically spilling out of his shirt as his chiseled pecs gave way to generous and jiggly moobs. And his new man boobs weren’t the only part of him to grow bigger and softer. Marco also sprouted a generous gut to match. His new blubbery belly pushed at the buttons of his shirt. Its fat oozed through the gaps and caused the shirt to ride up revealing the sliver of his fat pot belly that now rolled over the waistband of his unbuttoned shorts. The thick flabby love handles that stuck out as well further highlighted his brand new muffin top.
The lard ass lothario developed a big blubbery booty that filled his shorts, and his thunder thighs strained against the holes of his shorts. The legs of his shorts were so tight thanks to thickness of his thighs that he was getting big red marks where they threatened to cut off circulation. Even his calves and ankles were thicker now.
Asami laugh as his belly, moobs, and doughy double chin all wobbled as his fat arms reached for a family sized bag of potato chips that Asami was sure he would eat all by himself.
After that, Asami saw a few people she knew in college. One of the benefits of living in a college town like Asami’s was that a lot of people went to college and then just sort of settled in the area. Two of these people were Trey and Valencia, a couple since college who were now personal trainers at one of the gyms in town. They were stopping in the store to pick up a quick healthy snack while in the middle of their jog together.
Asami found the idea of a couples jogging session so smug, and decided to make it a couples waddling session instead. She opened her notebook.
“Trey and Valencia are a couple of fat slobs waddling here to load up on snacks to bring back to their apartment and bing eat while binge watching Netflix.”
For a moment, Asami wondered if she had been too cruel. Should she have left the couple with the flexibility of a Disney+ and Hulu bundle at least? It did not matter. The die was cast, and their fat fate was sealed.
As if overtaken by an unspeakable hunger, fitting because that was what was happening, Trey and Valencia threw down the prepackaged salads they had picked up and dashed past Asami and into the snack food aisle. By the time Asami doubled back to that aisle, the fit couple was turned into a couple of slobs.
Both had grown big blubbery bellies, that hung over the waistbands of their now ironic tracksuit pants and peeked out from under their sweat and grease stained shirts. Their thighs were crammed like thick sausages into their well worn pants which were stretched to their limits by big blubbery butts that swayed about with each lumbering step as they waddled through the aisle, greedily snatching as many snacks as they could could in their fat flabby arms. Their fat bodies jiggled with anticipation as they hungrily piled food into their cart and waddled toward the door. They were now each so obese that their sweaty bodies could not stand side by side together as they waddled through the aisles. They both had very bouncy chests as well which was especially funny on the previously fit Trey who now had a set of rather mighty moobs.
The couple of couch potatoes waddled off to pay for their snacks, and Asami turned back to her own cart. She still needed some juice after all.
That’s when she ran into Selene.
Like so many of the annoyances in Asami’s life, Selene was one that had started in high school and continued in college. In fact, it was beginning to feel rather uncanny to Asami the sheer number of popular girls she grew up with who still lingered around to haunt her. It was almost as if there was something in the water (or in the strong magical ley lines that she had no real knowledge of.)
Selene was one of those classically beautiful bitches with a superior attitude and an incredibly amount of vanity. Asami’s brain actually got foggy when she tried to think too much about her past with Selene in that moment. Had Selene been head cheerleader? How many head cheerleaders had she changed at this point? How many prom queens? How twisted and confusing was reality getting?
It didn’t matter. Selene was just another pretty girl, another vain and popular bitch worth punishing, another slender enemy to be defeated.
So she began to write in the notebook.
She began to write in the notebook right in front of Selene’s eyes.
And before Selene could even say anything, she felt her body begin to tingle. And she saw Asami smile.
Selene felt a trembling in her hands, and as she looked down at them it was like they had been stung by a swarm of bees. Her slender hands were plump with fat complete with thick, clumsy-looking sausage fingers. Her wrists swelled up as well growing thick but in a way that clearly suggested that their size was because of new thick layers of plush, squeezable fat and not muscle. If anything, it felt like her arms were led, like they were getting weaker as they were getting heavier, and they were getting heavier because they were filling with fat.
The sleeves of her blouse had the first seams to burst. They were no match for the girth of her new blubbery biceps. Selene was not becoming She-Hulk by any means. Instead, her biceps were gaining in circumference purely because of the pillowy fat that was filling them, and it wasn’t the strength of her biceps as much as it was the sheer amount of buttery blubber that made up her bingo wings which caused the blouse to give in, and the soft fat began to ooze through the holes in the outfit that it had created.
Her sleeves were not the only places Selene’s newly acquired flab oozed out of. As her abs disappeared, she gained a soft blubbery pot belly that continued to expand with plush fat until it became a full blown gelatinous gut, the kind of spare tire that pulled her blouse out of her pencil skirt where it had once been professionally tucked in, and then that blouse continued to ride up as her belly continued to rise like a big fat ball of dough until are large roll of fat burst the zipper on her skirt and overwhelmed her waistband, rolling over it and revealing a massive stretch mark decorated muffin top for the world to see.
Blubber wasn’t content to stop there. It wanted to be known. It was like her big blubbery belly craved attention, and the fat that filled it now stretched the buttons of her blouse to their absolute limit causing big gaps through which the wobbling fat was able to pour through and introduce itself.
The topmost button of her blouse popped off as Selene’s breasts grew greater in size. Her already bountiful bosom expanded as it was filled with quivering fleshed and heaved forward, spurred on by increasing deposits of fat. With all of that fat though came new stretch marks. And, even with the fat that now filled her breasts they looked far smaller than her big belly and mostly just sagged disappointingly.
Down below, Selene’s hips widened considerably which caused the zipper on her skirt to fall down even further. But the skirt now stayed only purely because of how tightly it was stretched out against her blubber. The fat kept it fixed in place. And the amount of fat on her lower body kept increasing. Her ass blew up like two balloons out behind her. The skirt was lifted up by the blobs of blubber until the bottoms of her chunky cellulite covered cheeks could be seen as they drooped downward and sagged onto the backs of her thighs.
Those previously toned thighs became thick thunder thighs, slabs of blubber that slapped together until the fat just stayed pressed together and pushed her fat legs into a much wider stance. She had sloppy sagging saddlebags on the sides of her tree trunk like thunder thighs, and, thanks to the length of the skirt, something made even shorter thanks to the girth of her thighs pushing it up, every inch of her flabby, cellulite and stretch mark covered thunder thighs was in plain view for all to see. Her legs were immensely fat, down to the swelling calves and ankles that were quickly becoming cankles. Selene’s feet and grown swollen as well, swelling up into fat feet that strained the straps of her heels, shoes which now showed off mini-sausage like toes that matched her thick clumsy fingers.
Finally, Selene’s once slender face had grown fat. She developed a big round moon face with chubby cheeks and a doughy double chin. Her jiggly jowls were so thick that they made her eyes look beady. The beauty now looked quite piggish, sweating and out of breath from her rapid transformation. There was fear written across her fat face, but she was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t even manage a scream.
All Selene could do was look a Asami and her notebook. Her fat body quivered as she looked at this woman who she was now far fatter than and tried to comprehend exactly what was going on.
“Y-you… you….” was all she could mutter.
For a brief moment, fear washed across Asami’s face as well. Had she messed up? Was this the end?
But then, as she watched people walk by with little more than a snicker at the ridiculous fat woman who was bursting out of her clothes in the middle of the grocery store, a new wave of confidence filled her heart.
She walked right up to her enemy and chuckled as she whispered in Selene’s ear.
“Nobody will believe you.”
Selene’s neck felt hot, and she wanted to tear the fat from her body as she felt her face flush with fear. She dropped everything she had, abandoned her cart, and waddled as fast as her fat legs could carry her into the new reality that awaited her. Was Asami right? How would people respond when they saw her? What was her life now? She was wild eyed and desperate for answers.
And Asami?
She just calmly checked out her groceries and walked out of the store with a broad smile on her chubby face.
(Want to follow along with Selena’s journey? It will be continuing in Extra Slices, the anthology series of stories exclusive to this patreon and Even More BS Members. The next volume with two stories should be coming soon.)
