“From Fit Athlete to Fatty”- Patreon Exclusive

Here is a sequel to Katie’s story in “A Fat Making Notebook”. It’s in early access to Even More BS members until Saturday/Sunday when it releases to all paid patrons and remains exclusive to Patreon.

Enjoy!

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Katie was a fat woman now, an extreme fat woman. She had memories of being athletic once, of being slim and sexy and dominant. She was a world class bully, a true vixen who wielded her looks and her athletic talents like a weapon. But those memories seemed so far away now that they felt like nothing more than dreams. Sometimes at night she would dream of being slim and athletic again, but in the end her mornings were always the same.

She woke up fat.

Her big blubbery belly was the first thing Katie noticed every morning. She liked to sleep on her back, so when she woke up each morning and started to stir, her fat belly sloshed from side to side. It was like a very heavy plate of jello was resting on top of her. It jiggled with the slightest movement and had the ability to act like a really good pillow given its girth and general squishiness. Katie frequently found herself resting her chubby hands on her plush belly fat, and she felt the way they sunk into her soft flesh.

Sometimes, when she woke up, Katie would lay there for a long time just holding onto her belly and making it shake over and over again. Up and down. Left and right. Fast then slow. She would slap it like a drum, pinch it, roll it between her fingers. She’d grab the lower roll of her belly and pull it upward like she was pulling on taffy and then let it snap back and jiggle into place.

In those moments she daydreamed of having abs. She’d prod her flabby stomach as if she was looking for any sign of the muscle that had once been under there, but by now it was fat all the way down, a seemingly endless amount of layers of fat on top of layers of fat. She was fat. Her tummy had gone from toned to tubby to fat to grotesquely obese. It was a massive gut, and it was greedy with gluttonous hunger.

Eventually, that hunger was what finally got Katie to cave and try to get herself up and out of bed. She would eventually succeed, but it took a large amount of effort to get her large lard filled body out of bed. First she started with her big belly. She let the blubber slosh to the side and then used that momentum to carry her onto her side. Once there, she inched herself over to the side of the bed until her gut spilled over the edge.

Using her gut to once again keep the momentum going, Katie used her sack of fat to swing her forward and then brought one of her fat drumstick legs to the floor. From there she was able to brace herself so she didn’t fall over. Her entire obese body quivered and shook as her fat feet hit the floor. And from there was able to get herself up and waddling about.

The waddling was thanks to how truly tremendous her cellulite covered thunder thighs were. She remembered that at some point she used to be really good at running, but now the thought of even walking normally was laughable to her. Thanks to all the lard that filled her legs, the fat of her thunder thighs touched all the way down to her knees- and drooped over them- which forced her to leave with a very wide stance and reduced her movement to a slow awkward shuffle.

While she waddled, her ass wobbled too. It was impressive in size but also had an immense amount of sag. Her chunky cheeks, which were still growing fatter by the day, sagged downward and rested on the backs of her titanic thunder thighs. They made her rise up in whatever seat she sat in. She filled most seats she sat in and then some, and she often found herself needing two chairs to feel truly comfortable thanks to the bulbous nature of her blubbery butt cheeks.

As she waddled about, her breasts swung quite a bit too, but to Katie this just helped to call attention to how much smaller they were compared to the rest of her fat body. They were technically quite large; the muscles under her back fat rolls told her that. But the rest of her body was positively massive. She was a truly super big beautiful woman.

Eventually, once Katie was done admiring her fat luscious body, she waddled her way downstairs where Emily and an enormous breakfast was waiting for her in the kitchen.

“Bout time you got down here, piggy. Now let’s get to work. I don’t want any of this breakfast to go to work.”

The two fat women chowed down together. They stuffed their faces with pancakes and bacon and sausage. They ate sides of hashbrowns and fruit covered in cream. The two fat ladies ate and ate and ate with Katie taking the lead in terms of both speed and quantity, and when Katie started to slow down, Emily took to feeding her by hand.

“Come on, my piggy. You can do it. You want more don’t you?”

Katie nodded eagerly which caused her doughy double chin to bounce, and then she eagerly opened her mouth so that Emily could put more food in it just like she wanted.

This became a regular ritual filled with food and belly rubs, and once her feast was down Katie was barely able to make it over to the couch where her obese body had left a permanent indent, and the settled down, with a loud creaking sound, to take a long nap on the couch.

Of course, breakfast was only one meal of the day, and by the time lunch came around, Emily was up for being a lot more vocal… and handsy.

“You’re such a naughty piggy aren’t you,” said Emily as she ran her hands up and down the sides of Katie’s fat body.

It wasn’t easy given how large Emily’s own belly and breasts were. She really had to reach to get her arms along Katie’s wide sides where she could pinch and squeeze Katie’s meaty love handles.

“Yes I am. I’m a naughty piggy,” moaned Katie as she shivered in response to Emily’s touch.

“A greedy piggy,” whispered Emily as she gently nibbled on the lobe of Katie’s ear.

Katie was too entranced by Emily’s actions to move or even say anything in response. Even her next moan was caught in her throat.

So Emily sunk her hands into Katie’s thick thighs and pressed her furth.

“A naughty, greedy sloppy piggy.”

The pinching of Katie’s thighs elicited a snort and a response from her. As Emily began to slap Katie’s more than tubby tummy from side to side, the two fell into a steady rhythm.

“I’m a naughty, greedy, sloppy piggy.”

“My naughty, greedy, sloppy piggy.”

“I’m your needy, greedy, sloppy piggy.”

“And you love it, don’t you?”

“I do. I do. I do. I love it.”

“You want this don’t you?”

“Yes. God! Yes! I want this. I’ve always wanted this. I’m yours.”

“Then show me.”

“Oink for me, Piggy.”

“Oink! Oink! OINK! OINK! OINK!”

Emily’s laugh was harsh but strangely welcoming. She pinched Katie hard on the thighs which was an incredible turn on that turned her oinking in a nice loud high pitched squeal. Next, Emily took her hands and victoriously slapped them against the sides of Katie’s thick thunder thighs.

“You’re so pathetic, and you know it. You’re such a sweet little sow now, just like you wanted all along. It’s hard to believe you were ever an athlete. I mean look at this. Look at this gut.”

She slid on hand inside the crease made by Katie’s segmented belly and then slid it down to tightly grip the lower roll.

“Damn. I know I’m fat, but this is just massive. Go ahead. Feel my belly. You know you want to. Give it a good squeeze.”

With her other hand, Emily guided the willing Katie’s hand to her own soft spongy gut so that Katie could feel the difference and understand just how much the two had switched positions.

“Yeah. I remember when you were slim and sexy and used to make fun of this gut of mine. But now yours is so much bigger, isn’t it?”

“Sooo much bigger,” Katie moaned.

“That’s right, piggy. You’re carrying a lot more belly butter. You’ve got a massive gut. I love it. It’s so soft. So squeezable. I wouldn’t change a thing. And neither would you.”

“You’re right.”

Emily made motion, gave her a stern look, and Katie knew what to do. She loved this part.

With great effort, the formerly athletic Katie pushed herself up from her seats and bent herself over so Emily could spank her big fat ass.

“Well, maybe there’s one thing. I bet you want to get even fatter, don’t you?”

The spanks came hard, just like they both liked it, and every time Emily’s chubby hand hit Katie’s broad backside, her whole body quivered. The jiggling started with her generous glutes, but it quickly radiated outward from her bloated buttcheeks and featured a lot of shaking from her flabby stomach. Her gelatinous gut had spilled out and was hanging uselessly along with her breasts which hung like cow udders.

“Fatter. Fatter. Yes. Fatter.”

Each new spank came in rhythm to Katie’s words and moans.

Emily loved it just as much if not even more than her piggy, her former bully.

“Of course you want to get fatter, my sweet simple piggy. You’re such a shameless lazy hog now only fit for stuffing your face. You just want to lounge around eating more and more. You can’t get enough. You’re such a big greedy piggy. Well, okay then. Let’s get you fed. What do you say, piggy? Would you like that?”

Katie was panting. The spanking had taken a lot out of her in the best way possible.

“Y-yes. I would like that. I would like that very much.”

The winded Katie sat back down which made the chairs creak underneath her obese body.

Emily, laughing, came around and began to massage Katie’s fat neck.

“It’s cute how pathetic you are, how desperate. I love it. And I’m going to love feeding you almost as much as you love eating.”

Emily gave Katie’s ear another bite and then waddled into the kitchen to get the feast she had prepared for her pet piggy.

The mac and cheese tasted so good. It was heavy, just like Katie, and filled her stomach quickly, but it slid down her throat silky smooth. In between bites of mac and cheese, Katie found doughnuts being stuffed into her fat face. Emily was a master of switching things up between sweet and savory to keep Katie going for as long as she could. By keeping Katie’s taste buds off guard, the already greedy glutton was able to eat so much more. With each bite, Katie’s fat stomach stretched out further, surging further onto her fat lap which was extra wide nowadays thanks to the supreme thickness of her thunder thighs.

Katie looked like quite the sight. She used to be a dominant athlete, lean and mean- oh so many. She was once the epitome of vanity. Sure she ate a lot when she was in season, but she was never what one would classify as an overeater. If anything, Katie’s entire life had been about one word, control. Katie was in control of herself and other people at all times. That’s how she stayed so fit and sexy and popular.

But this Katie was stuffing her face, belly bouncing up and down as she clapped like an idiot and oinked like a pig for more food hand fed to her by the same fat woman she had once spent so long making fun of. Katie wasn’t in charge any more, any illusion of control was long gone. She was a willing pet piggy now, a sow to be stuffed.

And Katie loved it all.

There was this strange thrill about giving up control, about choosing to be Emily’s dutiful girlfriend and pet piggy. She loved the act of eating. She loved getting fatter and fatter. When people looked at her now and snickered, when she felt what it was like to be on the other end of being made fun of, she felt a tingle go up her spine, and it made her eat more and more. Every joke, name, unkind word, it drove her to grab another snack, to fill her face with another fattening treat and moan. She wanted more.

She always wanted more.

And Emily was there to give it to her. She was there with more food, with more everything.

That included spraying whipped cream and chocolate syrup on her breasts and have Katie lick it all up. She loved the feeling of Katie’s tongue working so diligently on her body the way she worked her way across every inch of her body and every crevice.

For someone who was once so dominant, Katie took to serving very well. Her willingness was unquestionable. She was an eager woman on her hands and knees getting fed and eating out.

She was such a good pig.

A willing pig.

A fatty who couldn’t get enough of living the pig life.

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