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"The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Gym"
🕑 Added 2024-07-23 23:32:15 +0000 UTCThis is still going to release with "Fat Trimmings" Volume 32, but since it's done and over 2,500 words long and the rest of "Fat Trimmings" is now likely to come out on Thursday, I figured I would release this one now. Don't worry, an extended and an even more extended exclusive cut will obviously be coming eventually.
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“The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Gym”
No place makes you feel fatter than going to the gym.
The gym was never a place that Asami enjoyed going to. Historically, it had been a place that she had a lot of her insecurities put under a microscope and exposed for all to see. All those fit people with those judgmental stares, vain personal trainers who cared more about flaunting their own figures than helping Asami with hers. She was frustrated by the constant feelings of inadequacy that were forced upon her by others.
But with the notebook she never had to feel inadequate again.
And that compulsive need to feel better began as she got ready to enter the door.
Before she could enter, she saw a slim and sexy brunette walking up to the gym. She was dressed in a pair of tight workout pants that showcased her perfect tight heart-shaped ass and and a cropped top that bared her six pack abs.
“Why does she even need to be here?” thought Asami.
To show off obviously. She just wanted to flaunt how slim and sexy she is. Being must come so easy. Her whole life must be so easy, so privileged. No wonder she was so vain, here to just throw her success in everyone else’s face.
“She doesn’t deserve to have it so easy.”
And she wouldn’t because Asami would take out her notebook and see that that wasn’t the case.
“The brunette has a flabby ass and a visible pot belly, too big to suck in, and no matter how much she works out she will never lose any weight.”
In an instant the poor brunette unexpectedly found herself with an ass that had not only inflated and stretched the fabric of her pants, but it also developed a lot of unwanted bounce as the now chunky cheeks began to sag and slap against her thighs, which themselves has softened slightly to match the brunette’s new blubber butt.
Her butt, of course wasn’t the only thing that grew fatter as just like Asami commanded with the notebook, the brunette’s abs gave way to a stubborn jiggling pot belly, one she would never be able to hide and was sure to draw a lot of stares and comments, especially in the outfit she was currently wearing. Her bulging belly was fully bared, and now bounced around in front of her. While it did indeed surge forward, it was also clearly spongy and sagged over a waistband enough to make sure that everyone looking knew that it was filled with fat and that she wasn’t just pregnant.
Hours and hours of hard work and careful dieting was now wasted.
Asami watched as the brunette’s butt and belly wobbled as she walked into the gym to get in an ultimately fruitless session. She was pleased that the brunette’s life would never be easy again, and then walked in after her, ready to find more people to transform.
It didn’t take long for Asami to find her next victim.
Antonia was picking up shifts working the reception area at the gym that Asami visited on sparse occasions such as this whenever she could to help pay her way through college. She enjoyed the gym quite a bit, and working at reception had the additional perk of getting her into exercises classes for free which was great because Antonia couldn’t really afford to pay for the gym membership on her own, and she knew that with her sweet tooth and penchant for sneaking snacks that regular visits to the gym were essentially to keep her trim figure intact.
She was currently talking to Imani, one of the other front desk workers about a yoga class the two were planning on taking later.
“I’m so excited for Kendra’s yoga class. It’s so lucky we could actually get in. She fills up so quickly,” chirped Antonia.
“Well, she’s great, so it’s no wonder her class is always full,” mused Imani in response.
“I do feel a little bad though that there are so many people who would kill to pay to get in her class, and we get to take it for free.”
“Let those fatties be jealous. They couldn’t handle it anyway,” snarked Imani.
And that was where Asami drew the line. She thought it was very rude to be kept waiting because a couple of receptionists thought it was more important to talk about their own lives instead of doing their jobs and checking paying customers in. And they were just so arrogant about it, with their slim fit figures. Plus, they were taking Kendra’s class. Kendra! Uggh.
Kendra was another one of the pains from Asami’s past and a large reason why Asami hadn’t been nearly as active with her gym membership as she could have been. Still, being able to take Kendra’s class with the notebook in hand could be a lot of fun. If only it wasn’t full…
Asami decided to kill two soon to be fat birds with one stone.
“The receptionists never use their free gym memberships to take classes here, they’re chunky couch potatoes.”
Suddenly, Antonia wasn’t thinking about Kendra’s yoga class anymore. She was thinking about the half-finished pint of Chunky Monkey ice cream that she had at home, and how she should order more since that will definitely be finished that night.
Her previously trim form still kept much of its former shape up to where her arms, breasts and facial features only softened slightly, but if anyone was to look over the counter they would see an entirely different story.
Antonia’s trim tummy was gone, replaced by a flabby pot belly that spilled out from under her polo uniform shirt and onto her much fuller lap, a lap courtesy of her much thicker thighs. Those pasty thunder thighs were choked by the beige work shorts that they and Antonia’s fat flabby ass were crammed into. It was a dirty little secret that Antonia was keeping because she was too embarrassed to ask for a larger pants size, but the button of those shorts had recently been replaced by a pair of safety pins, and Antonia was ashamed to admit that she felt like she could get away with this because her flabby gut sagged over the waistband enough to conceal them.
Still, as she reached into her bag of potato chips, she knew these pants were not long for this world. And her partner at reception was in the same boat.
Imani’s ass had also ballooned in size, making sitting in her seat both more comfortable and more difficult. Her bulbous butt cheeks raised her up and gave her a lot more cushion, but her wide hips, thick thighs and meaty love handles combined to make the chair’s arm rests much more inconvenient to deal with. Speaking of arms, Imania were now hamhocks. Her flabby bingo wings wobbled every time she moved to grab another handle of peanut butter filled pretzel bites, something she was happily munching on which also caused her noticeable double chin to wobble about as well.
Antonia looked at Imani’s peanut butter stuffed pretzels with jealousy. She wanted to ask for some, but she knew that Imani was not the kind of person to share, so instead she had another handful of potato chips, brushed some crumbs off her shirt and turned back to face the patient customer that was waiting for help.
“Checking in?”
“Yes. And I’d like to take Kendra’s yoga class.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky? It looks like we just had two spots open up,” said Kendra as she scanned Asami’s membership pass.
“Perfect,” Asami said with a smile as she finished checking in and walked past the front desk to find more deserving victims inside the gym.
It didn’t take long. There were two women hanging around a water cooler, laughing.
“Probably laughing at that fat girl who just walked by.”
The fat girl was a fiery red head who was being led over to some weight machines by a personal trainer who was already berating her. Asami would take care of that later, but first she needed to take care of her the laughers.
They looked like they were having such a grand time, talking, making fun of fat people, being so jolly.
“Jolly? Well let’s make them look the part a little more.”
Asami opened up the notebook and wrote.
“The two women at the water cooler will each grow big pot bellies that hang over the waistbands of their pants and jiggle like a bowl full of jelly anytime they laugh.”
And just like that in an instant the hard earned abdominal muscles of the two women who were just talking about the latest show they were binge watching now looked like a couple of well fed binge eaters with the significant amount of weight they they gained focused almost exclusively on giving them big bubber bellies, bellies that suddenly surged outward with fat and then collapsed, hanging low over their waistband and quivering as they laughed, gaining the slightest hint of double chins as well.
Then the laughter stopped. And for a moment their new bellies kept jiggling. Then their double chins got larger as they tilted their heads to look at their bulging bellies and suddenly grew very self-conscious as their minds feverishly rushed to justify how this could have happened. What both ladies knew for sure was that they needed to stop fooling around and get back to working out.
Asami laughed at the sight of the panicked babes with their big bloated bouncing bellies. Laughter that was cut off by the sound of someone behind her.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
Asami turned around to see a petite and wiry woman looking back at her, her hair pulled back into a thick braid and her hands wrapped in a way that suggested she had just gotten done working over a heavy bag and was now ready to work Asami over.
“What are you doing? Huh? Taking notes about us like some kind of pervert?”
Had she been caught? Would this woman try to take the notebook from her? Would this be the end. No. It couldn’t be. Asami needed to think of something fast, and the only thing she could think to do was to turn back to the notebook.
“This angry woman will gain so much weight and become so ravenously hungry that she will need to waddle on home to stuff herself too consumed with her need to feed to remember anything that she’s seen here today.”
The angry woman, who- for the record- is named Deena, began to blow up like a balloon right in front of Asami’s eyes. Her thighs swelled until they pressed together and widened the petite girl’s stance. Her thighs grew so fast that the fat slapped together violently and quivered as they bounced off each other. Deena’s abs exploded into a huge spare tire with matching love handles to complete the muffin top that easily overflowed the waistband of her pants. Her arms became flabby pillows of fat, and her breasts became large fleshy saggy mounds. Her ass turned into a shelf of fat, and her face blew up like it had been stung by a hive of bees, developing multiple chins. Being an incredibly petite woman meant that, by the time the notebook was done with her, she looked like a big ball of fat.
Deena was scared, so scared that she let out a blood curdling scream, but that fear lasted for only a moment as she was then immediately overwhelmed by incredible hunger. Food. She needed food. She had food at home. Cookies, cake, ice cream. She needed that. She could order more food on the way home and then start stuffing her face. Pizza. Burgers. French fries. Ice cream. Yes. Lots and lots of ice cream.
With nothing on her mind but the dizzying array of foods that she was going to stuff herself with turned around and waddled out of the gym as fast as her extremely fat legs could carry her. And she was gone so fast that everyone else at the gym who may have noticed her simply went back to work as if nothing unusual had happened at all.
Asami laughed out loud at the tiny bit of chaos she had caused and the cleverness of her actions to avoid any further detection. With the angry woman taken care of, and with some time left to kill before Kendra’s yoga class, Asami decided it was best to turn her attention to the cruel personal trainer and her fat client.
The trainer was the kind of muscle bound fit bitch that clearly loved barking orders and making people feel bad. As the poor fat girl was lifting pathetic weights, the trainer made jokes about her weight and form while easily doing some bicep curls of her own. Asami thought that this would be something to have some fun with.
“The trainer has gained so much weight that she is on the verge of being fired because she also enjoys stuffing her face around her clients.”
Pretty soon, nothing muscular about the trainer remained. Her biceps, once bulging with muscles now bulged with fat as did her belly. A spongy gut replaced the thick muscle belly that she once had. Her muscular ass turned to mush, and her toned thighs which once could have crushed watermelons between them had turned to flabby tree trunks of cellulite covered flesh. The weight she was using for her bicep curls was instead replaced by a large sandwich dripping with cheese and sauce that the trainer was now unceremoniously spilling on herself with a turn of crumbs that became trapped in her saggy cleavage.
With that taken care of, Asami turned and saw a blonde on a treadmill that she decided to fatten just for the hell of it.
And while she was doing that, she failed to look back at the fat girl who was still technically being trained by the now fat trainer.
As Fiona finished up her sets she looked over at her trainer. Hannah had always been a bitch, but at least during this last set she seemed to have gotten way quieter. Usually Hannah was constantly calling her “Fiona Fatso” or “Fiona the Fatty”. But when Fiona looked back over to her trainer she realized that the silence was because Hannah was too busy stuffing her face. And Hannah was a lot heftier to say the least!
How did this happen?
Fiona looked over and saw a fat girl writing in a notebook. Who would do that in a gym? What was she up to? Fiona had passed her near the water cooler. She had seen her near that fat woman who screamed and then waddled off. Wait… hadn’t that particular fat woman been the same one who took over the heavy bag Fiona was working earlier? She wasn’t fat then. She was muscular…. Just like Hannah was muscular.
Out of the corner of her eye, Fiona caught sight of the woman on the treadmill. She was a blob of fat sweating and panting! She- she wasn’t like that before, was she?
This was too much. This was… this was… Fascinating!
She watched the woman with the notebook head toward the studio used for Kendra’s yoga class. On the way there another woman bumped into her. The woman went back to her notebook and moments later the woman who had bumped into her went from a fit one to an obese one.
Fiona couldn’t take it anymore. She had to find out more about this woman and her notebook. And in order to do that, she had to somehow get into Kendra’s yoga class.
