"Three Fatties Go to the Gym" Extra Slice #11

Here is another extra slice and sequel to "The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Ball Game", an over 1,500 word story exclusively for Even More BS tier patrons. Read all about the former athletes, Katie and Taylor, struggling at the gym.

Enjoy!

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Katie and Taylor used to be athletes. They used to flaunt their slim thicc figures and their athletic prowess for anyone who would watch them, and because their bodies were so hot lots of people wanted to watch them which gave them incredibly big egos. 

Now they were just incredibly big. Their bloated, obese bodies drew stares and criticism from the people they waddled past, and they were hot because the massive amount of flab that hung from their formerly fit bodies generated an intense amount of body heat and often left their fat bodies drenched in sweat. The only amount of athleticism that they able to showcase was the uncanny ability to stuff themselves with large amounts of food, and this also caused them to sweat from exhaustion, so they offended ended their feasting sessions laid up like two sweaty hogs stewing in their own juices. 

The two women used to love being fit, and more than that they used to love making fun of fatties. They especially enjoyed humiliating anyone that they dared to deem messy in the slightest, and now they were far fatter and messier than anyone they used to make fun of. They were the very thing the used to hate and humiliate but worse. Deep down they knew that they deserved to be the ones to face humiliation for how arrogant they had been and how much they had let themselves go which made them that much more submissive and susceptible to Emily’s orders and manipulations. (Of course, for Katie she also had a humiliation kink, so she was extra eager and wanted to do anything that Emily wanted.)

One of their favorite things to do back when they were athletes was to make fun of fatties were were specifically trying to lose weight. It was like a sport to Katie and Taylor, to go to the gym and taunt fat people until they gave up. They thought that fatties sweating with their bellies hanging out and bouncing all over the place was a disgusting sight to see. And they enjoyed flaunting their bodies and abilities in front of them as examples of unattainable goals to chase them out of the gym forever. They loved watch sweat drenched and humiliated fatties waddle away in tears. It was the perfect thing to boost their own self-esteem and energy and get them to work out that much harder.

They didn’t do much in the way of working out now that they were obese fatties themselves.

That is of course except on the days when Emily wanted to drag them down to the gym.

When Emily told Katie and Taylor that it was a gym day, the two were seized in fear and a rush of humiliation (and arousal in Katie’s case) at the mere thought of being seen at the gym. They knew damn well that they were two far gone, two fit women turned fatties who were doomed to do nothing but get fatter and fatter. They had ultimately accepted their blubber and become the lazy cows they were meant to be, and they had no desire for their fat to be seen by other fit people so they could be made fun of.

The joy of their continued humiliation was Emily’s main motivating factor, and, because they had already gotten used to being so submissive to her every whim, Katie and Taylor eventually gave in and decided to head to the gym.

It was a ridiculous choice to make.

The two former athletes knew it immediately. They could see all eyes turning toward them as they waddled into the gym. They were two ridiculously out of shape blobs of fat who looked like the only place they belonged was on the couch stuffing their fat faces with buckets of fried chicken and tubs of ice cream for dessert. And their gelatinous guts gurged with hunger as they thought about both food and how much they would rather be eating or at least be anywhere else but the gym. They were already starting to sweat through their gym clothes just from the exertion of waddling from the car into the gym, and their gym clothes were woefully inadequate.

Both Katie and Taylor were dressed in nothing but overly strained exercise shorts that the tops of their blubber butts threatened to burst out of and sports bras that just succeeded in making their sagging breasts look smaller while exaggerating the size of their already exaggerated bellies which were sacks of fat that hung uselessly over the waistband of the shorts that their massive tree trunk like thunder thighs were threatening to split the sides of. With every slow movement, their thighs rubbed together more and more and felt dangerously close to burning holes through the legs of the pants thanks to all their friction.

The receptionist’s jaw hung open as the fat women signed in with dust gathering gym accounts that should have been canceled long ago, and Emily marched (as fast as she could manage) Katie and Taylor past the leering eyes of people who were enjoying the schadenfreude of the two formerly vain and mean hotties now waddling through the gym they once owned, and over to the free weights.

“Alright, piggies. Get to lifting something other than food to your fat mouths.”

Katie and Taylor once used to be able to lift weight no problem. They had powerful arms, powerful legs, powerful everything. Now their arms quivering as they struggled to lift even small weights. Their bingo wings quivered as they attempted bicep curls with three pound weights. Emily handed them each a ten pound weight and told them to do some squats, something that was once Katie and Taylor’s favorite form of exercise. They used to love working on their asses, growing them like luscious fruit while keeping them tight and well toned, all the better to flaunt them with. 

Now their big butts were quaking as they struggled to do a simple squat. Eventually they had to drop the weight completely, but even that wasn’t enough as they soon lost their balance and fell first onto their well cushioned behind before landing on their fat backs. 

For a while they rolled around like fat turtles, flailing uselessly with their bloated bellies on top of them weighing them down and their enormous asses acting as anchors. Eventually, after much struggle, the two fatties managed to sway enough so that their big fat bellies sloshed to the side and gave them the momentum they needed to roll onto all fours. From there it still took all the effort they could muster to get themselves back up to a standing position which they didn’t even maintain for very long. 

Winded and sweaty from the exertion, Katie and Taylor found themselves doubled over with their bellies forming aprons of fat their rolled down their thick thunder thighs. And their chubby hands sunk into the flab of their meaty love handles as they sucked air. With each heavy breath, their bloated bosom heaved and their doughy double chins wobbled. 

Their fat bodies quivered with exhaustion and fear as Emily told them that it was time to get on the treadmills. 

With heavy labored steps, Katie and Taylor lumbered over to the treadmills with hearts full of dread. People who had been watching them while working out had now stopped completely to stare at the two fatsos waddling toward the treadmills intent on witnessing just how intensely they would end up embarrassing themselves. Katie and Taylor felt like they were waddling toward their own execution. 

Running on the treadmills did not last long. In fact, what they were able to do barely qualified as running at all. The two fat asses couldn’t handle anything much faster than a walking place, and the amount of exertion that it took to handle that left them sweating buckets, working up quite the funk thanks to their flabby bodies’ fat folds, and winded after just a minute. Luckily for them, as they fell behind, the safety keys that the kept strapped to their chubby wrists (because they certainly weren’t going to reach the waistband of their pants with their big greedy guts hanging in the way) pulled out and stopped the machines. Katie and Taylor, once athletes with visions of playing in the Olympics, staggered off of them and struggled to catch their breath. 

After that, Emily gave each of their bellies a good shaking and declared that it was time to leave. All they had to do first was some simple cooldown stretches. 

Of course, nothing was simple with bodies as obese as the ones the formerly slim and sexy Katie and Taylor now possessed, and their flabby forms jiggled with every little movement. They bent over to try and touch their toes, an impossible task thanks to their girthy guts, and got just far enough to cause a- 

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

The tops of their butts burst out of the tops of their pants, revealing big deep plumber’s cracks, and the rest of their fat asses caused the fabric to rip down the middle. As they got up what was left of the waistbands rolled down more to make the plumper’s cracks more permanent. And the two fat and sweaty pigs, Katie and Taylor, were finally allowed to waddle home in shame.

It was shame that would last for the rest of their fat lives.