"A Few Quick Notes": Exclusive Extended Cut

This cut of the first sequel to "One of Those Fat Making Notebooks" features several more transformations and over 1,000 more words. It will be remaining completely exclusive to this patreon as my thanks for all of your support.

Enjoy!

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Asami stared at the notebook in her hands as she sat on the park bench. She wasn’t sure exactly why she felt the need to come to the park on this day, but it was like something inside her told her that the park was the ideal place to cause some troub- I mean mayhe- I mean fun. It was the best place to have some fun and definitely not do irreparable damage to innocent people. No. Anyone she used the notebook on would definitely deserve it just like her vain co-workers, and that lady who cut in front of her at the bakery this morning.

Asami had been waiting patiently, getting ready to order her usual double half-caf mochacocoachino with oatmilk and whipped cream and a double chocolate chip muffin when this skinny bitch full of pretty privilege cut in front of her and demanded to be served first. Well, that was something old Asami might have just let slide, but now, notebook wielding Asami certainly wasn’t going to stand for that.

“The woman who cut in front of me is going to gain fifty pounds in the next minute and only barely fit in her clothes. She will simply think she needs to be better about her dieting, but she is now addicted to muffins and chocolate and will come here every day and gain two hundred pounds over the next year.”

The woman’s frame began to widen as she took on a noticeably pear shape. Her thighs thickened and grew wide saddlebags, and her ass grew wide and dumpy as two blubbery cheeks filled her slack to near bursting. Instead of ripping they looked uncomfortably tight and incredibly unflattering now that her ass was so soft and saggy. They were stretched tight enough to reveal the dimples of cellulite that covered her chunky cheeks. Beyond her thickening ass and thighs, the woman also grew a noticeable muffin top that pushed her blouse up and poured over the waistband of her slacks. Her trim middle was now a prominent pot belly that jiggled as she took her much larger order and turned to walk- almost waddle but not quite- away.

By the time Asami was exiting with her order, the woman was working her way through the third of six muffins, and Asami was now looking forward to checking in on her new favorite regular from time to time.

On her way out the door, another slim entitled woman nearly ran into her and almost spilled her drink. It took a bit of maneuvering, but Asami managed to balance both the open notebook and her drink as she wrote.

“The lady who almost bumped into me will grow a big greedy gut and get an incredible sweet tooth.”

By the time the woman got up to the counter, her slender waist was no more, and as she found herself ordering a pair of double chocolate chip muffins, she found herself with a muffin top of her own. Her gut was now large and quivering as it burst the bottom buttons of her shirt. She came off to everyone around her as a girl who had obviously been fighting to keep sucking in and lost the battle.

As she stood there in a panic, knowing that she should run away and hide, and especially run to work off this gut she hadn’t realized she’d clearly been growing, she instead found herself ordering a doughnut and a sugar filled mochacocoachino, extra large, to go with her muffins. Inside she was screaming, but when she sat down to indulge in what would become her usual breakfast feast, it was pure bliss.

Back at the park, Asami sucked down the last of her mochacocoachino and looked around for potential vic- people to change. As her eyes settled upon a group of vain looking joggers, two women and a man, she knew that they would be a perfect group to start with. 

She looked at their slim bodies, so sculpted. They were just showing off, making everyone else feel bad. Life must be so easy for them. The world would be much better off if they learned what it was like to exercise and yet never be able to lose those stubborn pounds, so she opened her notebook and began to write.

“As they run, each of these three will gain thirty pounds and will never be able to lose the weight no matter how much they work out.”

The next time the three joggers came back past Asami, they were no longer in-shape hardbodies. Instead they were sucking air and looking much chubbier. Rather than looking like the kind of people that run every day, they looked like a bunch of couch potatoes struggling through a New Year’s revolution. They looked like sweaty, out of shape tubbos. They were all lucky to be wearing athletic wear because otherwise they would have split their clothes instead of just spilling out of them.

One of the women had a big muffin top with a ridiculously jiggly pot belly that shook wildly with every step. It was a chunky, sloshing mess pair with thick wobbling love handles. While she had clearly gained weight all over (her thighs were quite wobbly), it was her belly and her breasts that bore the brunt of her weight gain. Her breasts were heavy and strained her sports bra which gave them little support and left them heaving to and fro and causing her to noticeably slow down to readjust herself on multiple occasions.

The man looked equally unsupported as the thirty pounds of fat he had gained went predominant to his torso. Unfortunately for him, he had been showing off his shredded body by running shirtless, and now he was rocking a pretty flabby dad bod complete with an ex-jock style beer belly and an outrageous set of man boobs that flopped in the breeze. Asami could see that his face was as red as a tomato, and she assumed that half of it was from being exhausted and the other half of it was humiliation from feeling like a pathetic jiggling fat boy with his moobies out for all to gawk at.

The second woman was a much more bottom heavy affair. Her thighs took the brunt of her weight gain. While she also had a jiggly muffin top, the most noticeable thing about her were the way that her thunder thighs slapped together as she ran. The flabby thighs quivered and smacked and rubbed together and looked like she was well on her way to becoming a waddler. As the trio passed, Asami watched as the second woman bounced. She had developed quite a flabby blubber butt that was spilling out of her ill-fitting shorts, and her tubby thighs were covered in cellulite.

The trio of formerly fit individuals were now cursed with finding out what it was like to be a normal out of shape member of society forever chasing the stereotypical ideal of thinness. This thought made Asami chuckle.

It also made another woman laugh out loud. Another skinny bitch, fresh off getting a hotdog from a vendor, laughed at the trio as they went by and made some unflattering oinking noises. Asami decided that this would never do.

“The woman with the hotdog will gain two hundred and fifty pounds within the next minute and will be spilling out of her clothes. (Asami didn’t want her clothes to blow and cause too much of a scene.) When she goes to the doctor, they will simply diagnose her with a sudden glandular condition. She will never lose the weight no matter how hard she diets and exercises, but she will also have no other medical problems. (Asami wanted her to live a long time at this new weight.)”

As the vain woman took a bite of her hotdog, she was suddenly struck with an unexplainable but panic inducing feeling. It started as a faint tingling at the tips of her fingers and toes, a sensation that quickly spread throughout her body like wildfire.

Before she could even begin to comprehend what was happening, the woman felt herself swelling up like a balloon, her once-slender frame expanding before her eyes as if possessed by some unseen force. It was like someone had a pump and was inflating her, but instead of air it was jiggling fat. With each passing second, she grew larger and larger, her clothes straining at the seams as they struggled to contain her ballooning form.

She was no longer laughing now as her  arms and legs swelled to twice their normal size. She developed hefty wobbling bingo wings and tree trunk like thunder thighs that shook as the rest of her Her once-flat stomach bulged outwards, rounding and softening with each passing moment as layer upon layer of fat piled on top of one another. It filled out and sagged down as it became a massive spare tire that spilled out from under her shirt and over the waistband of her pants. It fought gravity for as long as it could until it couldn’t anymore and started to sage toward her fat knees.

But perhaps the most shocking transformation of all was the change that took place in the vain woman’s face. Once angular and sculpted, it now swelled and distorted beyond recognition, her features disappearing beneath the layers of fat that continued to accumulate with alarming speed. She developed a doughy double chin and then a third as her cheeks turned to jiggling jowls.

As onlookers stared in disbelief, the woman continued to balloon outwards, her once-slender figure now swollen and bloated beyond all recognition. In the span of just one minute, she had gained the full, staggering, two hundred and fifty pounds, her body transformed into a grotesque parody of its former self. 

As the woman stood there, her newfound bulk swaying unsteadily with each labored breath, she struggled to think about what to do next now that she was an overinflated caricature of her former self. In a panic, she waddled off as fast as her fat legs would carry her. She was determined to make it to a doctor and figure out what the hell was wrong with her. Remarkably, she didn’t have to stop every few feet to catch her breath as she was afraid she would have to do.

Asami nodded at her latest piece of work, closed the notebook and headed off to another part of the park to find some more people to toy with.

While walking in the park, it didn’t take Asami long to find other people worthy of a little comeuppance. 

She found an uptight nanny being a little too overbearing and rude and gave that nanny a gut and a blubber butt for her charge to laugh at. When she saw a shirtless guy stretching during his run, whistling at some ladies, she turned his six pack abs into a beer belly and gave him a nice saggy set of moobs. The next set of ladies that came jogging by and laughed at his dad bod found their own gates slowed down by guts of their own with some softer thighs thrown in instead of bigger breasts. It was shaping up to be a productive day, and yet she did not feel like she was done.

So she continued oneward.

Unsurprisingly she found another slim woman in athleisure wear attempting to jog through the park. Surprisingly however, she had a little dog with her, and instead of focusing on walking the dog, she seemed far more interested in trying to maintain her pace which means she was often having to stop to pull the poor dog along and was starting to shout at it in frustration.

The poor dog.

Asami looked on with horror for just a moment more before she knew she had to put an end to this, and her mind came to the logical conclusion that if this woman was fat enough that she would be forced to slow down and let her dog enjoy the walk. So, with the notebook’s help, that’s what she set out to do.

“The lady walking her dog will gain one hundred pounds, mostly to her lower half. Her clothes will grow with her and everyone will think she has gained this weight over the last year because she has gotten greedy and lazy…”

Then she looked at the dog.

“because the only exercise she gets is from the regularly scheduled nice long walks that she takes her dog on…”

She nodded at the dog and then…

“And she will be too greedy to leave behind any scraps of food that would potentially hinder her dog’s health in any way while making sure that her dog is properly taken care of with fine healthy and delicious dog food that she will definitely not have any interest in herself.”

Asami thought the odds of the woman developing a strange desire to eat dog food was slim to none, but when cursing someone with incredible gluttony, she figured it couldn’t hurt to be specific. After all, she was doing this whole thing for the dog.

Soon, Asami was able to watch the woman start to swell from the bottom down. It was weird to watch her sneakers widen as Asami assumed that she was growing big fat feet complete with sausage toes. The rest of the weight gain was far more noticeable. The woman’s athleisure pants had previously exposed her calves and ankles, and Asami watched with great amusement as they formed into big bloated cankles. And the fat obviously didn’t stop there as it stretched further up the woman’s legs.

Her thighs softened and swelled against the sweatpants. Although the clothing stretched with her, as her athletic thighs grew thick saddlebags, it became very clear that the fabric was straining to accommodate all of this new flesh. The pants grew so tight from the immense amount of weight that was taking over her thunder thighs that the imprints of her cellulite could clearly be seen. 

Her ass got plumper as well. In fact, plumper would be an understatement. As the fat pumped in, her tight ass grew plump, then plush, then absolutely massive. She grew two gigantic, jiggly ass cheeks filled with soft quivering fat. Her blubbery buns bounced up and down at the slightest hint of movement, and she had to keep readjust her pants because the bulbous cheeks kept wanting to crest over the top and show off her cellulite to the world.

The woman's ass was not the only thing that grew fat enough to peek out of her clothes. Her stomach also lost all definition and grew fat and flabby enough to surge forward and spill out from underneath her light running jacket. It was a stretch marked covered gut that hung like a useless sack of fat.

The rest of her expanded as well. Her breasts grew soft and saggy. Her arms grew fat and flabby. Even her face became bloated with fat as she grew jowls and a doughy double chin. It was clear she had the body now of someone who loved to eat and hated exercise. And as much as the top of her grew, the bottom half grew twice as large.

Once the fat reached her face, it was like the fat tumbled back downward and her ass grew into twin bean bags and her thighs became tree trunks. It was very clear that she was now only here to walk her dog, and as she waddled about, she looked like she was eager to get home and out of the hot sun, to sit on her well worn couch and stuff her face with junk food. But it was also clear that she was now so ponderously slow and needed so many breaks that her dog was able to meander about, sniffing and enjoying the day to his little heart’s content.

Asami felt very pleased. It always felt good to do good in this world. Her and her notebook were proving to be very helpful indeed.