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"The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Mall" EXTENDED EDITION
🕑 Added 2024-07-26 22:19:25 +0000 UTCHere is an extended edition of "The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Mall" (previously seen in "Fat Trimmings" Volume 25 featuring over a 1,000 new words, bringing the piece to over 3,000 words and featuring some sloppy changes.
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Asami was bored after work one day, and so she wondered if her local mall would be a good place to find inspiration for how to use her notebook. It was this nagging sensation lately, the feeling that she really should use the notebook more. It’s funny, when she first got the notebook, Asami felt like she had a plan and purpose. She wanted to punish people who were mean to her at work, and even then she found other people to change too which she wasn’t expecting.
Now it felt like sometimes she would purposefully have the idea to go look for mean people say at the beach, or choose to transform people while she happened to be at the park. But this time she neither had a strong desire to go to even go to the mall let alone to purposefully go hunting there.
Hunting?
That was a new thought. She had never considered what she was doing hunting before. Asami thought only that she was doing what was right, punishing people who were vain, who didn’t deserve the privileges that life had just randomly given them. She was rewriting things to the way they should be, and so of course- Of course the mall would be full of vain people needing an adjustment to their attitude. The world would be a better place with Asami using her notebook to make a few changes.
Just a few, right?
She didn’t want to get carried away.
Of course, she reached for the notebook right away as soon as she caught the first skinny blonde bitch looking at her funny.
“How rude,” Asami thought of the vain woman who was clearly looking down at Asami for being heavier. She would need to teach her a lesson.
“The blonde woman in the halter top will gain weight focused mainly on a muffin top within the next minute. Her clothes will grow three sizes to accompany her weight gain, but then she will keep growing until the clothes are clearly embarrassingly ill-fitting and uncomfortable. She will merely think that she has been bad about her diet and will chase herself about the need to get her diet under control and get back to being slim and sexy, but she will find dieting to be quite impossible. She will continue to stubbornly shove herself into clothes that are too small insisting that they either fit fine or will fit fine once she’s lost some weight that she never will lose.”
Wow…. that was… specific, and Asami almost felt light headed after writing it all down. She was so dizzy in fact that she stumbled forward and sat down on a nearby bench without even looking back to see the changes she brought upon the woman who had looked down her surgically altered nose at her.
And that woman certainly did change.
She was what most people would consider a cougar, with a carefully done fake tan and a less carefully done blonde dye job in her hair. Everything about her figure was enhanced, from botox to breast implants, and she dressed the same way she would have if she was twenty years younger than she was. She wore skinny jeans and a halter top that left a sliver of her toned midriff exposed for all to appreciate her belly button piercing. The only thing that wasn’t fake about her was the amount of time she had put in at the gym to achieve such a stereotypically slim and sexy figure.
And Asami had taken care of that with a few strokes of her pen.
The woman’s belly began to balloon, losing any sign of the tone it once had as it quickly surged forward and transformed into a turgid, spongy mass that pushed up her halter top and overwhelmed the waistband of her skinny jeans. Sure enough, the fat rolled all around her like an inflatable pool tube but forming a definite muffin top composed of thick stretch out, very pinchable pudge. Quickly her memories became about how humiliated she was by her fat midsection and yet how she couldn’t help but continuously shove herself into goal clothes and tops that did nothing but showcase how out of shape she was all while she kept promising herself that it would be fine as soon as she started the diet that would never come.
It wasn’t just her belly that grew. Her arms gained flabby bingo wings, and her fake breasts grew extra fat that caused them to lose some of the unnatural perkiness. Her face rounded out slightly, but the majority of the weight that didn’t settle around her gut settled down below. Her thighs thickened until they just started to touch, a sign that if she was not careful she would soon be waddling about, and her ass got far more broken down junk in the trunk that she would have liked. While the jeans grew with her to a point they were now stretched to near their limit, and she had vague memories of barely being able to get them on in the morning.
Her once perfect life was irreparably changed, all while Asami was sitting on a bench nursing her headache.
When the pain subsided, Asami looked up to see a trio of college aged women sitting on a nearby bench taking a series of selfies.
“Oh, they might be fun to change,” she thought as she began to open up her notebook once again.
“Maybe, something a bit smaller this time just to be safe.”
She rubbed the bridge of her nose as she brought the pen to the page and began to write.
“The trio of selfie-taking college girls will instantly gain just enough weight to make their faces fat enough to give them permanent double chins in all of their selfies and bellies that they can’t suck all the way in. It will be embarrassing but do nothing to stop their compulsive need to take and post pictures of themselves.”
Asami particularly liked that last bit. She figured that these women must be pretty vain and therefore pretty stuck up and mean to others. It will be nice for those people to enjoy some schadenfreude and get to see the humiliating irony of their former bullies losing their precious perfect looks.
The change was instantaneous as all three women had their previously sharp and or delicate facial features obscured by fat. It was like they were suffering from a bee sting allergy. They each gained chubby cheeks that could at best be described as cherubic and were at worst described as jowly. The ladies also developed doughy double chins that hung around and made themselves known no matter how high the angle of their selfies were.
They also grew thick pot bellies that poked out of their shirts and rolled onto their laps. Asami watched with glee as they finished taking selfies and stopped sucking in their guts and instead let them expand further. She watched them hem and haw over the quality of the pictures before they felt themselves compelled to share them online even though they knew how unkind so many of the comments would be.
When they were done posting their humiliating selfies, their fat tummies rumbled and signaled a need to head to the food court and stuff their fat faces with some greasy junk.
Asami was very pleased.
When she turned back from the trio she had just transformed and looked straight ahead, she found herself staring at a store she had never seen before.
“Katrina’s Closet” she mused as she read the store’s name out loud.
“How odd,” she thought. She had lived in the area for her entire life and spent an incredible amount of time in this mall, and yet she had no recollection of this Katrina’s Closet place ever being here before. Even if it was new, she found she had no memory of its construction or of another store even being in this spot.
As she continued to contemplate the store’s existence, Asami watched a very privileged looking young lady strutting confidently toward the store. She looked like a real bitch in heels and carried herself like the kind of young woman whose daddy has money. When she got to the store she rudely bumped into a fat older woman.
“Watch where you’re going, you fugly cow!” the young skinny bitch proclaimed.
Asami couldn’t hear the fat older woman’s meek response, but she heard the way the vain skinny one continued to lace into her.
“I’m sure you are, you fat old hag, you bloated sow. Why are you even bothering shopping here? I’m sure they don’t have anything in your mammoth size, you whale!” she declared before blowing past the older woman and into the store.
Asami was incensed. She wanted so badly to just open up her notebook and dole out some justice.
And yet her hand never made a move.
She got up to go into the store, and then just found herself sort of… standing there.
Asami stood there feeling puzzled for- well she didn’t know how long. Things were just overall kind of fuzzy. Then she noticed another woman clearly about to head into the store and whipped out her notebook to see something.
“The woman going into Katrina’s Closet will find that any clothes she wears will always be one size too small.”
It was a quick idea based on a story Asami had read years ago, and it instantly went to work.
The woman swelled just slightly. She lost her muscle tone and every part of her grew softer. Her confident strut disappeared as it became clear that her pants were too tight across her thicker thighs and flabby booty. Asami watched as the woman grew a distinct muffin top that strained the button on her shirt.
And then, just as the woman was starting to reach for the handle of the door, she turned and walked away as if she was never heading to Katrina’s Closet in the first place, as if it never even crossed her mind or existed at all.
Asami quickly checked her notebook to see what she had written. It all looked like it was still there except that where she knew she had written Katrina’s Closet the ink had bled and looked like someone had tried to somehow smudge it out.
“Weird.”
She looked up from the notebook in time to see the two women from earlier walk out of the store, but this time they looked totally different from what she had remembered. The young, thin one was now fatter and older and the fat older woman was now younger and slim.
“That can’t…”
Asami went to write about them in the notebook, but the pen flew out of her hand and she felt a sting as if she had been hit by a very strong surge of static shock.
Shaking her head, Asami decided it was best to just dismiss the whole affair and move on. She picked up her pen and headed toward the food court.
She was sure she would find more people worthy of transforming there.
It didn’t take long for Asami to find someone that she wanted to change. There was a redhead eating a salad who gave Asami a mean look, so Asami had the redhead go and get some ice cream. And by the time the skinny bitch sat down to actually eat her ice cream she was now far chubbier, with a big round belly large enough to force her shirt up far enough to fully expose her now very deep belly button. As she dug into her ice cream, her now flabby arms shook as did her jowls and double chin. Her eating made her look even more piggish as she ate with reckless abandon which meant she made an absolute mess of her shirt and her fat face.
Asami moved along from their and found quite a few more people who needed some tweaking, a couple of pot bellies here, some new chunky ass cheeks there. It was all very amusing, but she hadn’t yet found her big change, the triumphant crescendo that would send her off to home feeling very accomplished.
Then she found two more skinny bitches, slim and sexy woman who were doing some people watching. That is to say that they were watching heavier people walk, or waddle, on by and then commenting on them very loudly.
“Look at that cow, Daphne. MOOOOOOO!!!!”
“How could she let herself get so fat, Laura. What a slob, an absolute pig. Oink. Oink!”
“It’s absolutely shameful the amount of fatties that are walking around here.”
“It’s the only exercise they get, waddling from one food court store to the next.”
Asami saw them there, picking at salads of course, and opened up her notebook.
“Daphne and Laura will get up and by the messiest most fattening sandwiches they can find and messily chow down. As they eat they will become obese slobs with their fat spilling out of their clothes. The will become ravenous gluttons and just assume that everything is as they should be even though they’ll be very disgusted for letting themselves get this way once they finally get home and raid their fridges.”
As if they were suddenly possessed, Daphne and Laura stopped making fun of fatties and walked their slim and sexy selves over to the nearest sandwich shop to order the biggest, messiest and most fattening sandwiches that they could find.
Daphne and Laura tucked into the sandwiches, instantly spilling sauce onto their nice clean shirts until, but they could care less. Their eyes were already glazed over, and with each bite of their sandwiches their slim bodies began to expand.
Daphne’s weight gain started in her stomach. Her trim tummy gave out and slumped forward with fat, turning into a chubby pot belly that pushed against the fabric of her shirt. Then, as it continued to grow, her new belly pushed the shirt up and peaked out from underneath it. As it grew bigger, softer, spongier, the fat continued to surge forward and began to fill her lap, a lap that grew larger as her thighs grew thicker, muscle melting away. Even though her thighs got larger in size it was like they also collapsed with fat as the muscle gave way to loose flesh and dimpled cellulite. Her tight ass grew mushy and pushed her up as a nice cushion of spongy, squishy fat.
The ass is where Laura’s gain started. Her as swelled quickly pushing her upward even as her chunky ass cheeks also widened out and began to overflow the side of her chair. The bloated butt cheeks grew so quickly that they soon began to crest over the waistband of her pants, giving her a definitive plumber’s crack. Attention was drawn to this plumber’s crack when she suddenly went
PPPPPFFFRRRRHHHHHBBBBBTTTT!!!!
Letting out a tremendous fart that would have stunned Laura with shame if she wasn’t too busy stuffing her face, a face that was starting to get fatter with every messy bite. That face which formerly had slender angelic features, grew jiggly jowls and a thick double chin that wobbled as she chewed. Each massive, messy bite left sauce dripping down her multiple chins and crumbs falling into her growing cleavage. That cleavage was growing because her breasts were swelling, gaining bright red stretch marks and a new found sagginess. Those big breasts soon sagged downward and came to rest on her growing belly, a belly that once it started packing on the pounds began to catch up to her tremendous ass in size. It grew until it was a great blubbery mass that was so large that it started to push her away from the table.
Daphne’s bloated stomach was doing the same thing, and just like Laura, her stomach was filled with gas, gas that soon escaped her big fat flabby ass.
PPPPHHHHRRRRFFFFFTTTTT!!!!
It was the kind of gross thing that would have normally caused Daphne to recoil in disgust, but she couldn’t be bothered to be distracted by the sound or the smell because she had a delicious and extremely fattening sandwich to complete. That sandwich widened her middle and gave her considerable love handles that hung over her pants as thick meaty slabs of fat. She continued to eat, wiping her chubby fingers across her exposed belly leaving her gut covered in grease and sauce.
Daphne’s thighs continued to blimp out, growing thicker and pressing together more and more. She was sure to be stuck waddling about now if she got up from her now creaking seat, but she had no intention of doing that until she had eaten every last bit of her sandwich. And Laura, still growing wider and heavier and also causing her chair to creak under her increasing weight, had the exact same idea.
The two fat slobs continued to eat and fart, finishing their sandwiches and gulping down their sodas occasionally stopping to let out massive unladylike burps. When they were done, Daphne and Laura pushed themselves away from their table (further than their bloated bellies were already doing) and staggered to their fat feet only to then waddle off to find themselves some dessert, burping and farting along the way.
As they passed by people, Daphne and Laura were now the ones being made fun of as people loudly commented on their size and their smell. They were the fatties being oinked and mooed at. Their fat faces burned with shame, but it didn’t stop them from waddling off to the ice cream shop.
Asami watched them with joy on their face. It was such a pleasure to give them such a large dose of their own medicine. This was her triumph, and she could go home happy.
Then she decided that she wanted some ice cream for herself.
She had earned it after all.
