"The Fat Making Notebook Goes Out to the Ball Game" Part 2

Here is part two of "The Fat Making Notebook Goes Out to the Ball Game" which comes in at over 3,600 words.

(Some important notes:

1. All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18.

2. This is a part of a longer work of fiction. Asami is a complex and morally gray character. Her actions are certainly questionable and are not meant to be seen as good or actionable. She is almost certain to get her comeuppance at some point.

3. None of this is created through the use of AI. It is all me.)

Enjoy!

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At the college softball game itself, Asami settled in her seat in time to still see the two teams warming up. Of course, she couldn’t help herself and had to give her Alma mater a bit of a competitive edge, so she used the notebook to thicken the thighs of some of the already well built members, just enough to make their thighs slap together when they tried to run. And she added enough weight to their butts to slow them down. Now the team was full of plump people though they still had plenty of arm strength for pitching, catching, hitting and throwing. But the home team now certainly had the competitive advantage now that the visitors were a little more voluptuous. There was nothing glorious in what she was doing. It was all simple really, she wasn't very proud of it, but she did it anyway.

One of the college aged women, who looked to be at least a 20 years old, that Asami spotted got some particularly large changes. There was no reason for this, nothing sexual about it. It was purely for the game, the softball game. This particular softball player hadn’t hinted at any kind of exceptional malice toward larger individuals. But she happened to be standing in front of Asami who was on a bit of a fattening spree. And Asami could tell that there was something inside her that wanted this, that she was about to unlock.

So the athletic woman who was trying to do sprints as part of her warm-up soon found herself awkwardly swinging her leg from side to side, huffing and puffing as she fought against the growth of her bloated bubble butt and the girth of her thick thunder thighs. As she paused, Asami could see just how self conscious she had made the previously confident woman. She was sucking wind and sucking in her gut, but that gut was too small to keep contained. 

Instead, her belly bounced up and down, especially once she could no longer keep it sucked in. It lurched forward, a useless sack of fat that made her look more like a couch potato than an athlete. She looked like she was far more suited for sitting at home and stuffing her face than being on a ball field. 

After that, Asami saw the visiting starting pitcher, a college senior, warming up and couldn’t help but give her a few extra changes as well.

The starting pitcher found her arms getting flabbier. Her biceps bubbled up with fat and quivered as she got ready to throw. She didn’t lose much power on the ball, but every time she threw, her bingo wings kept jiggling for a few extra moments. The bigger thing that affected her was the change to her center of gravity thanks to the big bulging gut that she found herself burdened with. Her sizable spare tire swung around in front of her as she went into her throwing routine, and when she finally released the ball her big blubbery gut flew forward threatening to send the pitcher with it. When she was done, her gut would bounce up and down and jiggle like jello until it finally set itself back into place. Then she would need to take a few breaths to steady herself before throwing again.

Of course, just like the other women, her thighs got the thickening treatment, and as she stood there on the mound they pressed themselves together. The cellulite could even be seen threw her pants because the fabric was stretched out enough by her flabby flesh to reveal the cottage cheese-like consistency underneath. Her breasts got bigger and developed quite a bit of give. They swung around along with her big buttery belly. Behind her, she had a blubber butt with two soft cheeks the size of beach balls that had ballooned outward. The two bloated butt cheeks bounced up and down with every step she took back and forth from the pitcher’s mound. Her fleshy mounds were redundantly flabby and yet she still seemed to pack plenty of power behind her pitches, despite her massive behind. It was like she was really throwing her weight around. At first, Asami thought this might be a problem, but then she decided that it would at least make things more interesting.

She noticed the sweat breaking on the now fat pitcher’s brow already and realized that while she might have a lot of power behind her throws the extra blubber had decidedly robbed her of some endurance. The sight of the powerful but fat and easily winded pitcher made Asami chuckle.

The plump pitcher was a woman in complete control, a fierce if fat warrior, proud and confident, and Asami enjoyed it as much as the pitcher did.

Then she heard the sound of snickering nearby, and that changed Asami’s mood completely. Before she even turned to see who it was, she was already clutching her notebook in preparation of punishment.

She recognized the trio involved in the altercation immediately. Asami had known them all when she was a college senior and they were just college freshmen. Now they were college seniors, but their dynamic still played out the same way. The poor overweight woman getting bullied and laughed at was the team’s equipment manager, Emily. And the two main culprits were the captain of the softball team and a stereotypical campus queen named Katie and her ever present and also extremely athletic sidekick and best friend, Taylor. 

Emily was a dumpy girl, a sad sack of a fat woman with a jelly belly that did not jiggle with joy. It hung around lazily over the waistband of her pants and was a sad saggy mess just like the rest of her. She had puppy fat boobs, breasts that were technically large but mostly saggy, so saggy that they seemed small especially when compared to the girth of her gut and the size of the rest of her fat body. 

Her ass was big but disappointingly flat. Just like her breasts, it had plenty of size but lacked shape. Her chunky cheeks just sagged uselessly onto the back of her fat thunder thighs, thick flabby legs that rubbed together and forced her to waddle. 

Taylor and Katie were the complete opposite. 

Taylor was a blonde bombshell, a statuesque blonde who could have just as easily played volleyball or strut her sexy body down a runway as a bikini model if she wasn’t such a gifted softball player. Her long, toned and powerful legs made her fast in the field and around the bases. She was a great contact hitter who played solid defense.

And she loved to show off her body. If the league would allow her to play in nothing but a sports bra, she would. Taylor loved having people look at and admire her body. She loved making people jealous, mostly by showing off her perfect abs. She was out of pretty much everyone’s league and she was proud of pointing that out.

But Katie was even worse.

Katie was a babe, not short but shorter than Taylor. And whereas Taylor was more of an hourglass, Katie had an extreme pride in the thickness but also perfect muscular shape of her thighs. Katie was a short haired brunette with bright blue eyes who loved to squat. Her thighs were thick but nodded with muscle and the amount of weight that she could squat was impressive. Even more impressive was the big round shapely ass that she earned from all the hours she spent squatting all that weight. Yes. Katie was a perfect softball girl with an ass that she loved to show off.

Tight outfits were Katie’s favorite. She loved anything that hugged her curves and frequently showed off her shapely butt in dresses that were cut short to equally luscious thighs. She was proud of their tone so short dresses or extremely tight thighs were her preferences. Katie loved the way her ass drew stares from others. She loved knowing that plenty of people turned their heads away from their partners and toward her whenever she walked passed. She could have anyone she wanted at any time, and she loved making sure everyone knew that.

She also hated fat girls.

Katie was a gym rat, an athlete who hadn’t just lucked into a genetic lottery. She had earned her curves with dedication and hours of hard work. She was in complete control of everything in her life, and she found fat people to be stupid and lazy. In her mind, fat people were simply weak and greedy and lacked the control that she had. That’s why she was so hot and they were so fat.

Control. Katie loved being in control, of herself and of others. She was the captain of the team. She commanded loyalty from even her hottest friends like Taylor, and most of all, she loved being in control of fat losers like Emily the equipment manager. Katie had in fact been bullying Emily since high school, and she had never grown tired of it. She couldn’t help herself. Emily was just such a big, soft target who was so fun to poke, often quite literally. Katie was the strongest on the team which of course made her world’s stronger than Emily who she liked to remind of her place by literally shoving around. And Emily was into it. Katie was very good at playing the bully.

“Fat ass!” 

Emily’s entire body shook. She had to admit that there was something about being touched by Katie, even like this that thrilled her. Her fat jiggled from the force of Katie’s shove, she didn’t even have anywhere to go as the shove pushed her right back into Taylor who proceeded to grab her meaty love handles and pinch them hard. As she heard Taylor's words, she was caught up in a mix of intoxicating humiliation.

“Jelly belly!”

As an outside observer, it was enough to make Asami’s blood boil, and she knew she had to do something about it, but first she was going to watch the rest of this confrontation play out.

Then she would make them ridiculously fat.

Emily tried to pull away from Taylor, but that just meant that Emily was once again bumping into Katie who reached down to grab the lowest part of Emily’s belly and heaved it up and down like she was doing bicep curls.

“At least you’re good for my own workouts even if you can’t be bother to do any of your own, Fatso.”

Taylor laughed in response and gave Emily a hard spank to her fat ass that made her yelp.

“I don’t think even you can squat this fatty, Katie.”

Katie let go of Emily’s blubber belly and watched it continue to bounce as her judgmental eyes scanned Emily up and down and did some quick math.

“I can squat pretty much anything, even this chunker if you just got her up onto the rack first. But I don’t think she can do much climbing with these tree trunk-like thunder thighs of hers.”

Taylor pressed her firm body against Emily’s fat back not with any kind of intent but purely because Emily had ended up backing into her, and she used Emily's body to slide herself forward. The slim and sexy blonde spun around in front of Emily to fully showcase her hot body and ended up in a pose bent over with her hands on her knees and with her arms pushing up her impressive boobs to make for a canyon of cleavage thanks to the tasteful unbuttoning of the top button of her jersey, all in the name of making Emily jealous. Then her eyes joined Katie’s in scanning Emily up and down with judgment and scorn.

“She’s so fat and disgusting. She doesn’t even have great tits. What a shame, a big fat shame.”

Katie drove her finger into Emily’s belly fat, intent on making her squeal like a pig.

“Come on, Fatty. Admit it. Admit how pathetic you are.”

“I-I….”

Emily was already near tears, and Katie found that positively delicious.

“You’re pathetic. You’re fat and pathetic. You’re a big blubbery baby, a fat loser. You’re a soft, flabby weakling, not strong, like us.”

“Look at this muscle. See that? That’s why we’ve got everyone looking at us, admiring us as we kick ass on the ballfield and look good doing it. And your fat ass is why you’re still just the loser equipment manager playing hanger on to people like us. And that’s all you’ll ever be.”

Of course, Taylor couldn’t let Katie have all of the fun.

“Yeah. That’s like your entire future, waddling around serving other people, hotter people, better people.”

Katie gave Emily’s shoulder a shove which once again made Emily’s entire body quiver.

“Like us. Your fat body is built for serving people like us, people like me especially. You'll work for people like me, hotties. That’s why I’m so dominant especially compared to your piggy ass. You’re just so much less than we are, less beautiful, less talented, less of everything. The only thing you’ve got more of is weight, much more weight.”

At this point, Taylor really decided to get into her hype girl role, and her and Katie went rapid fire.

“Tell her tubby ass.”

“So much more than tubby.”

“Well, tell her anyway.”

“You’re a pig.”

“Oink. Oink,” snorted Taylor.

“A cow.”

“Moooooo,” cried Taylor with her hands enthusiastically cupped 

“A whale.”

“Awoo… I’m not very good at doing a whale.”

“It doesn’t matter. She gets it,” responded Katie before slowly turning back toward with a wide grin on her face and a finger aimed toward Emily’s gut.

“You’re a fat loser, and you’re always going to be a fat loser, piggy.”

Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.

And then…

That’s when Emily had enough.

She wiped the tears from her chubby cheeks which were still red but now just with anger. It was a difficult balance, enjoying and wanting this kind of treatment while also dealing with its natural consequences. But she was going to enjoy getting a bit of her own back. She looked Katie dead in the eyes, and poked her in her rock hard stomach as she delivered a powerful premonition, a portent of pounds to come.

“You’re going to get fat, Katie. I’m warning you. That’s your future, your big fat future.”

The words were said so confidently from the previously mousey fat girl, that Katie couldn’t help but be stunned. There was a fluttering in her stomach as well, something that she hadn't thought would happen, but she could feel it welling up, and it was a feeling that she wanted more of. And in that stunned silence, Emily found even more confidence which drove her to continue.

“You and your slim thicc thighs are going to change, Katie. Mark my words. One of these days, when your metabolism gives out, and your appetite keeps going, the pounds are going to pile on. You can’t keep playing softball forever, and when your playing days are over but you keep eating like an athlete, you’re just going to be soft. You’re going to learn what it’s like to get tubby, to feel your muscles relax into soft buttery fat, to feel yourself letting go and growing fatter, weaker, pathetic.”

Katie could feel Emily’s fat finger poking against hard muscle, but she could also imagine that muscle melting away. She could practically feel it now, giving out and turning into thick fat, slumping forward and rolling over her waistband, turning into a tubby tummy. The thought made her eyes go wide.

And Emily pounced on that fear.

“Tubby? That will just be the start of things. People won’t settle on calling you tubby for long, Katie. You’ll pass the pudgy face real quick and slip right into piggishness. Yeah. You, Katie. You’re going to be a pig, even bigger. Maybe they’ll call you Katie the Cow. I’m sure you’ll be having real fun then, with your tubby thunder thighs slapping together and your big squishy gut flopping about, fat smacking against fat as you try to run like you used to and your gut fat slapping against the fat of your thighs. You’re going to be a pathetic winded pig, a hopeless hog trying to cling to her glory days but too driven by your greedy gut to keep stuffing your fat face to ever go back.”

Emily was really rolling now, poking and pinching Katie. There was no fat to be had on Katie’s extremely athletic form, but didn’t stop her mind from running wild. She could picture herself blowing up like a balloon filled with fat. Her athletic thighs shook, and yet she could feel thigh fat quivering. The truth was she could see it all, see herself becoming an absolutely obese hog lazing about and eating. She was out of breath just thinking about it all, taken aback by how dizzying it all was. 

And Emily could see it all too. 

“You’re going to be double fisting chilly dogs and farting up a storm, dropping real loud bombs with lots of resonance because of the size of your big fat flabby ass. Yeah. You’re going have some real big soft chonky cheeks, chubs. You’re going to be a hefty heavy with a big blubber butt that quakes just like your blubber belly. Imagine those bloated ass cheeks bobbing up and down and slapping onto the backs of your flabby thunder thighs. Belly. Butt. Belly. Butt. Boy, your thighs are really going to be feeling it with all that fat slapping against them as you try to waddle about. You’re going to look so stupid, so sad as the pathetic former athlete who let herself go, who turned into a big fat whale, into everything she used to hate and make fun of.”

In Katie’s ears rang the imagined laughter of every person she ever made fun of now staring at her fat ass and shouting insults at her. She could sense them all lined up for their revenge and calling her every name in the book, piggy, cow, whale. She could picture herself trying to cover up her fat body with her fat arms, but she could feel all the fat oozing out of her clothes, bursting forth and making itself known. There was no hiding from her fat and the laughter that it drew. 

Emily’s laughter cut the deepest as she continued her mad attack on Katie’s figure and future. 

“Katie the magnificent athlete, the girl that everyone else is jealous of will be no more. You’ll just be another bloated sow, with a big gut, thunder thighs, a fat ass and so much more. You’re gonna have big fat flabby arms with juicy jiggly bingo wings, saggy breasts that are nothing compared to your spare tire. And you’re going to have a big fat round stupid face with puffy cheeks, jiggly jowls, and a nice thick doughy double chin just drooping down and covering your fat neck. You’re going to look like a total pig, act like a total pig, even smell like a total pig. You’re going to be a big, fat, stupid, lazy, greedy hog. That’s your future, Katie. That’s your future.”

Katie, eyes wide with fear and hands pressed against her midsection, was too stunned to speak. Even Taylor was so shocked by this outburst of courage from fat little Emily that there were no words she could muster. 

Emily, frothing like an angry bulldog, growled and grinned. 

“Scared? Good. You should be. Because you know I’m right. You know you’ve got future fatty written all over you, and then I’ll be the one laughing at you. I’ll be the one enjoying your downfall, cracking jokes, poking your big fat belly. And you’re going to be such a pathetic fatty.”

Emily learned in and whispered in Katie's ear.

"And you're going to love it, aren't you? You want it. Don't you?"

"I-I..... I do."

Katie had whispered it. But she couldn't deny it. There was something about what Emily had described, and the way that she described it that made her want it all so badly.

And with that said, Emily turned on as much of a dime as her chunky body could manage, shook her fat ass tauntingly in Katie’s direction, as if to give her a glimpse of her future, and went back to making sure all of the equipment was in order and ready to go. 

Katie stood there for a long time, her mouth agape. For a moment, with her mouth open wide, it was as if she could feel a doughy double chin creased underneath it. 

Then she shook her head and pulled herself back to reality as she felt Taylor’s hand on her shoulder. 

“Damn, that fatty is psycho,” said Taylor in her best attempt at being comforting. 

“Y-yeah…” replied Katie with her hands still tracing the toned muscles of her abdomen but imagining a much spongier, pot belly. 

“We’re super hot, and she’s a fat pig who’s super jealous.”

“You’re right,” Katie said with a nod as her confidence returned. 

“Like I said, she’s a pig. Oink. Oink.”

“Oink. Oink.”

“Now get your head in the game and let’s play ball.”

“Hell yeah.”

As the two walked off to get ready for the game, Asami looked back over to Emily who was still checking the equipment. As Emily’s adrenaline wore off, the fat girl began to shake.

She could hear Emily.

"I just wish things were different. I wish I was different. I wish my body was more beautiful, even if it has to be bigger," Emily said.

Asami admired her boldness, and she desired to help Emily out. With a few strokes of her in her notebook, Emily began to change. 

The fat girl got fatter. 

But in doing so, her hips widened in a tantalizing manner, and while her butt got even bigger it gained a lot more shape to it with her chunky cheeks becoming two luscious overblown bubbles. And while the rounding of her rear end was substantial, what really took the cake (something quite considerable given the amount of cake down below) was the growth of her previously pitiable breasts. 

Emily’s breasts surged forward with new gravity defying girth. Her bosom blossomed into an impressive chest full of heft that bounced and swayed with every motion of her exaggerated hourglass body. She was more than just the growth of her impressive breasts with a canyon of cleavage spilling out of a shirt that was now too small and with its top two buttons thoroughly busted; Emily had clearly grown in confidence, evident by each sultry step as she waddled toward the dugout. 

Of course, Asami was far from done. Next she thought about Katie and Taylor, those two ultra arrogant athletic assholes. Those vain, sexy vixens need to be taken down a few pegs, brought low and humiliated. 

She’d warmup by fattening Taylor, turning her into a pig. Given the way she liked to oink at fat girls so much, Asami figured it would be fitting to put her on the receiving end of such humiliation. 

But her mouth practically watered when she thought about what she was going to do to Katie, strong, powerful, athletic show off, Katie. She planned on taking the dominant queen bee and turning her into a humble and humiliated hog. 

It was time to make Emily’s predictions about Katie’s future into a much more present reality.