"The Fat Making Notebook Goes Back to School" - EXCLUSIVE EXTENDED CUT

This baby came out to over 9,800 words. It is over 7,000 words longer than the original story. The version of this that will be posted on Deviant Art will be a little over 6,500 words, so this patreon is getting over 3,300 words of exclusive content, and that's not counting a possible spin off or two that I might quickly write next week. There are big developments and some fun easter eggs in this.

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Revenge is fun. Fattening a bunch of vain arrogant college students can be a very fun time, especially when your college years were not exactly the best of times. Combine the two, and it’s a hell of a time.

Asami didn’t often return to her old college campus. She didn’t have particularly fond memories of the place. She had tried rushing a sorority, Meta Delta Chai, her freshman year and was of course crushingly humiliated because of her weight. She had excelled in her classes, but not at making friends. Although the few she did make were close, she was always a bit bitter that she had never achieved the popularity she wanted.

So why had she come back?

The notebook was clutched in her hand as she strode onto the campus possessed with a confidence that she had never had in the four years she was there.

And the first thing she did when she got on campus was fattened a random woman just for fun.

It was almost as if the notebook told her to do it. She felt a little twitch in her hand and looked over at this woman who must have been a sophomore or junior. She just had a way of carrying herself with a superiority that said she was a skinny bitch. Asami could feel it. As she gripped the notebook tightly she just had this real overwhelming sense that this thin girl must have felt so superior to everyone for avoiding the freshman fifteen. She definitely had a head cheerleader, prom queen, I’m the privileged bitch in charge attitude.

The notebook wouldn’t let her get away with that.

Asami opened the notebook and went to work.

“The blonde in front of me will instantly gain fifteen pounds and assume it is because she has been loose with her diet, but she will gain another fifteen pounds over the rest of this school year and an additional fifteen pounds for each year she’s in college and for one year after. She will never be able to lose the weight.”

The girl made up for lost time with fifteen pounds that settled heavily in her belly. She was wearing a midriff baring shirt that soon reveal a soft starter belly which was beginning to pooch over the edge of her waistband and was putting quite a bit of strain on the button of her shorts. The blonde’s whole body softened slightly, but it was so disappointing to only see her gain fifteen pounds. It may have been slightly embarrassing for the girl, and stressful, but it wasn’t near what Asami felt she deserved, and she didn’t have the patience to wait for more weight.

Regretting her previous scribing, Asami went back to the notebook to make some corrections, but when she went to put pen to paper she instead felt a shock that coursed through her hand and wouldn’t let her write.

“Okay… got to let things play out I guess. Lesson learned.”

Still eager to see someone punished and transformed right now, Asami turned to a leggy brunette who was strutting across campus like she had the aspirations of being a supermodel and figured that she would do. Asami did some quick math in her head and then wrote.

“The brunette strutting across campus in front of me will gain seventy-five pounds over the course of the next minute and never be able to lose the weight no matter how hard she tries.”

And then, before the ink was even dry she quickly scratched out seventy-five and made it an even hundred.

The brunette began to balloon in all directions, starting with her stomach which began to swell like a balloon filled with fat. In no time at all, the button her jean shorts blew right off and landed somewhere in the nearby grass. Her belly grew blubbery pretty quickly, spilling over the waistband of her jean shorts, forming a large muffin top as she grew thick love handles that matched her gut and her new back fat.

Down below her toned legs began to grow, becoming thick thunder thighs whose fat was choked by the holes in her jean shorts. Her chunky cellulite covered thighs were soft and the fat spilled over the edges of the legs of her shorts and made it look like she had two more muffins on her legs. Their shape was soon distorted further as they grew until they pressed together completely and spread her staggering legs a part.

Her perfect bubble but became a proper blubber butt as her cheeks grew chunky. As her fat ass grew flabby and the rest of her body kept bubbling with fat, the pressure began to grow too much for the poor pair of shorts. They began to groan under the pressure until they couldn’t groan anymore.

Then those shorts began to break.

It was like a dam breaking and letting the fat pour through the cracks, and as the cracks grew wider, they ripped farther and faster as the fat rushed forward to fill the space. The back side of her pants split as her blubbery cheeks grew bigger and bigger. She was brimming with fat, bouncing with blubber that kept coming. Buttons popped off her shirt as her belly grew further and her flesh was fully exposed. The last of those buttons popped off thanks to her ballooning cleavage.

Her fat face jiggled as she panic; her jowls and double chin wobbled like crazy, and as her chubby hands desperately pawed at her belly fat and tried to shove it back into her body, her fattening arms tore the seams of her sleeves. 

The brunette blubbered in fear and sadness as her previously taut body continued to betray her and blossom with buttery fat. Her gut continued to grow, the flab oozing through the fat fingers. Her thighs were so thick that it was clear she would be waddling for the rest of her life. She staggered about until she fell down on her well cushioned ass and then she just sort of rocked around there crying in a fetal position as several concerned people came rushing over to check on her, including the now softer blonde.

Asami’s concern lay elsewhere though. She left the brunette to her new life and headed off to the dining hall.

After walking away from the brunette, it didn’t take long for Asami to find the next person worthy of fattening. There was a guy leaning on a tree talking to a bunch of women who were clearly trying to have a study group. He must have considered himself quite the ladies man and was standing with his elbow leaning on the tree in a pose that made his shirt lift up enough to reveal a fair bit of his cheese grater abs.

With a few strokes of a pen, those abs turned to flab. The would-be ladies man grew a noticeable beer gut that flopped out from under his short and over the waistband of his shorts. The shirt he wore grew tighter and rode up even more because of the heavy set of man boobs that Asami had stuck the pretty boy with. He continued to swell, going from hunky to chunky in a matter of moments. His thighs thickened and grew quite flabby, losing their muscle tone. His arms grew flabby and soft, and his ass grew fuller, straining his shorts. His face softened and even grew a double chin that was very noticeable as he looked down at the ladies who were now laughing at him and who continued to laugh at him until he walked away with his belly and moobs jiggling and his thighs slapping together.

Asami took note of the woman who laughed the loudest and made sure she was given a big fat flabby butt and a belly to match. She enjoyed watching the woman shift uncomfortably as her butt grew but her pants did not. Instead, the fabric tightened against her fattening cheeks, and the tops of those now chunky cheeks began to crest like twin moons over the horizon of her waistband giving her a permanent plumber’s crack. 

Her bloated butt with its visible crack drew the attention of a few passersby who laughed at her new softness. Those people ended up getting softer as well. 

It filled Asami with pleasure to see the woman twist around to see who was laughing accidentally expose the lower part of her now chubby belly as it spilled out from under her too tight t-shirt. She would really be chastising herself about eating too many doughnuts once she finally got a look at herself in the mirror, and that brought a smile to Asami’s face. 

Asami loved changing people in all sorts of small ways, slightly thicker thighs with a hint of cellulite, softer bellies ruining precious abs and faces getting slightly rounder, but what she loved best was giving people bigger, saggier butts.

After that, Asami turned around and saw a pair of snickering women. They looked extra judgmental as they walked, about looking at others and laughing at pointing at seemingly small things or nothing at all, when they got to the latest woman Asami had given a now bloated butt too, they burst into incredibly loud and annoying laughter, so Asami gave them some big butts of their own to laugh about, big bloated ass cheeks that wobbled as they moved and also crested the tops of their shirts. And she paired those asses with huge thunder thighs that slapped together then rubbed together. She enjoyed making it so that the cocky girls could no longer walk confidently but were instead made to waddle. They got softer all over, gaining noticeable bellies that spilled out of their shirts and softer faces with hints of double chins, but, primarily Asami kept the gain to their lower halves to give them comical pear shapes.

After that, Asami set herself back to her original mission. There were several people that Asami knew were likely still on campus, people who Asami knew were still vain students who needed to be taught a lesson, and Asami was eager to be the instructor.

Of course, Asami and her notebook were prone to distractions. 

As she made her way to the dining hall she passed by the quad which was teaming with college students hanging about between classes and enjoying the glorious day. Asami saw two women making out while sitting on a bench keenly exploring each other’s lithe bodies. She felt very happy for them.

She also felt rather mischievous.

“The two women making out will grow plump bellies and more, growing fat enough until their chubby bits touch without them realizing that anything is different.”

The two lithe lesbians began to grow, without even noticing, their faces began to grow fatter even as they mashed together in their make-out session. They both grew doughy double chins that wobbled as they kissed. Their chests became heaving bosoms as their breasts filled with fat, surging outward and sagging down, bouncing with each movement. Their thighs thickened as well, but the biggest change to their slim figures befell their bellies.

Their abs melted into pudgy potbellies that peaked out from under their shirts and pooched forward until that pudge pressed together. The two continued to embrace unabated by their now quivering flesh, and Asami smiled knowing that her work here was done and she could continue on to the dining hall.

And then immediately stopped again. 

Right there, just feet away from the chunky lesbians, was a man and a woman making out. 

“Must be a day for PDA.”

Asami didn’t have anything against public displays of affection, but she did see them as a perfect opportunity to amuse herself further. 

“The couple making out will gain weight until their bellies touch. Once they notice their gain, they will think they are only just realizing how much they’ve let themselves go since dating.”

Right on cue, the fit couple began to swell into a couple of fatties. Their muscles softened and went slack with fat. Their butts and bells grew as their chests grew heavier and saggier as well. Their faces plumped up and their double chins wobbled as they kissed each other. Once their bellies touched though, the two stopped making out and recoiled in horror at the strange new softness.

The man and the woman looked at each other with bewilderment and disgust for a moment before reaching out to touch each other as if to confirm what they were seeing was real. He pinched the love handles that made up her new muffin top. She squeezed his man boobs.

Another woman walked by, saw this and said “Honk! Honk!” as she laughed while walking away. She was given saggy breasts, a big belly, and a doughy double chin for her arrogance.

The couple continued to look at each other, explored each other’s chubby bodies for a moment and then grew really quiet as they examined their own bodies and then made excuses to go their separate ways so they could be in private for some deep conversation… and secret snacking.

After that, Asami randomly decided to focus one woman’s weight gain entirely in her boobs, but she seemed to enjoy that too much, and Asami didn’t find that as fun. As a result, she gave the next woman she saw walking by a sudden beer belly that caused the button of her pants to pop, and she enjoyed watching the woman struggle to rebutton them and then have to make the tough decision of getting to class on time or heading back to her dorm to try and put some pants that fit back on. In haste, she headed back to her dorm, new belly wobbling as she cursed herself for partying too hard lately.

Asami could have found herself staying in the quad for quite a long time. She realized nobody looked at her strangely as she sat down and was scribbling in her notebook. Plenty of people were doing work outside, and she still looked young enough to blend in with the older college students. It was so easy to eavesdrop on vain looking passersbys and then scribble a few notes to change them accordingly. Some people gained the freshman fifteen they had originally missed. Others were left thin for the moment but put on the road to obesity. It was a hilariously good time. 

One random woman who was talking to her equally thin friend about how lucky they were to avoid the freshman fifteen and not turn into cows like some other people they know found herself receiving thirty pounds, fifteen for freshman year with fifteen in interest, right then and there, and Asami made sure that she would eat herself into another hundred and fifteen pounds by the time she graduated. Her friend was given a stubborn fifteen pounds that she would never be able to lose to be on the safe side. Asami didn’t want to miss a chance to punish someone even if that particular thin woman had said anything to prove her vanity yet. Asami was sure it must have been there.

Next, Asami saw a pair of would be sorority girls, freshman pledges who definitely fit the bill of vain vixens. Asami imagined that they must have been queen bees in high school, fresh from ruling over others and now eager to do the same here. She remembered how she had attempted to join a sorority only to be put through a week of humiliation and cruel rejection. Sororities were awful things, and these two women were exactly the kind of vain, slim and sexy vixens who were going to succeed in the sorority game and make everyone else’s life miserable.

Well, Asami had a game of her own to play.

“Those sorority pledges are each going to gain twenty-five pounds, that they will never be able to lose no matter how much they diet or exercise. And if they get into the sorority they’re pledging they’re going to gain fifteen more pounds this year and fifteen pounds each year until the year after they graduate.”

The sorority pledges swelled with pudge. Their stomachs grew round and spongy as the became adorable pot bellies that pooched over the waistband of their pants. Their thighs thickened and shook, and their butts gained weight and lost tone. 

Asami took a moment to drink in the new bodies of sorority girls. She was certain that this was for the best. If the sorority was mean and vain enough to not take the plump pledges, then they would be better people staying out of that kind of place and learning a bit of much needed humility in the process. If they got into the sorority then gaining a ton of weight would help keep them from being horribly judgmental.

From there, Asami got closer to the dining hall, but right outside, just at the edge of the quad, were a trio of vain looking women preening and sunning themselves on towels laid out like they were at the beach. And Asami loved transforming vain women at the beach, so she couldn’t help herself here.

“The trio of sunbathing ladies will become a trio of landwhales who think they’ve always been massively obese.”

The trio of trim ladies soon shed their trim waistlines, gaining great big blubber bellies that swelled outward. Their clothes grew to fit them, but each of the women, eager to show off their slim and sexy bodies, was wearing a crop top and Daisy Duke short shorts. This meant that their burgeoning bellies were on full display as they blossoming, ballooning into great big greedy guts, gelatinous sacks of fat, soft and quivering, jiggling with the slightest movements as they adjusted themselves while the wait kept piling on. 

Their breasts swelled to mammoth proportions, straining their tops. One of the women’s tops was a buttoned down crop top, and it was down to one overly strained button as her breasts surged outward and sagged downward causing a canyon of cleavage to be on full display. 

The ladies’ asses and thighs expanded greatly, gaining a covering of cellulite as they quivered with fat. Their ankles all merged with their calves and their thighs all pressed together as their big butts lifted them up on extra thick cushions. Back up top, their arms also grew, losing muscle definition and gaining flabby bingo wings. Each of their face grew chubby cheeks, jowls and multiple chins as they grew nice and round and plump.

But the ladies never lost their confidence, even though they were now massively obese with their thighs and hips being dug into by their shorts, shorts whose lack of top button was now a style choice to let their blubber bellies surge forward freely. They were now beacons of body positivity.

A muscular college stud stopped to laugh at the ladies. He was clearly a jock, clearly meant for great things probably on an athletic scholarship. But his vain arrogant ass had to stop and laugh at these fine ladies, some of Asami’s best handiwork, and she couldn’t let that stand.

“This jock is actually a horny submissive fat boy who desperately worships and serves these fine fat babes as their loyal piggy.”

And the fit, muscular jock’s life changed in an instant as he fell to his fat knees in worship of the blubbery women he now viewed as big, fat, gluttonous goddesses. As he hit the ground his whole body, now covered in blubber, shook. He had a great big gut, a sagging spare tire on which rested a large pair of soft supple moobs. He had thick love handles and flabby arms where his once impressive biceps once were. His face had rounded out and gained a thick double chin, a perfect compliment to the dope grin that stretched from fat cheek to fat cheek. As he crawled on all fours toward the women he was just laughing at, Asami watched his ass and thighs quake. His chubby hands were eager to reapply the fat girls’ sunblock, and he did his work while grunting like a good obedient piggy.

Of course, this caused snickering by another pair of skinny bitches who of course found themselves waddling about in now ripped shorts soon to certainly become targets of laughter themselves. Asami found it so easy to dole out justice with the notebook, turning catty chicks like those girls into chunky chicks who become victims of the same kind of ridicule they once so easily tore into others with. She loved watching their chubby buns bounce and sway as their thighs slapped and rubbed together knowing that this was the appropriate karma.

Asami nodded at her work and decided it was finally time to eat.

The dining hall held a lot of bad memories for Asami. It was here that so many people made fun of her for her size. They made her feel awkward whenever she would pick out food to eat, and their cruel words would often lead to her picking up even more food and seeking it for comfort. 

Even as she was getting ready to enter the dining hall she was interrupted by some slender chick who bumped into her.

“Watch where you’re going, fat ass!”

The vain vixen ignored Asami as her fat body shook with fury. She would soon regret bumping into Asami and treating her like that, even if she wouldn’t understand why.

Asami once again opened the notebook.

“The bitch who bumped into me will gain a fat, flabby, saggy ass and become a chronic overeater.”

She snapped the notebook shut again.

“Enjoy the road to obesity, Twiggy.”

Once inside the dining hall, Asami found another one of her old bullies, Jillian.

Jillian was an extremely fit woman who prided herself on her physical activity, and she was also two years younger than Asami which meant she was still in her senior year and still working her on-campus job. Jillian hated her on campus job, but her parents were insistent that she maintain one if she wanted their help paying for her tuition, so Jillian reluctantly found herself what she considered to be one of the easiest ones on campus.

She was in charge of swiping ID cards at the dining hall for student’s meal plans, or taking cash in advance for guests like Asami. It was easy and brainless and caused a lot of sitting which meant Jillian always felt like she had to hit the gym extra hard after her shifts. The reason Jillian had taken this job was because she was not particularly smart, and although she wasn’t exactly a college level athlete either, she was counting on her well toned body to lead her into a career in modeling and social influencing. 

When Asami got to her counter, Jillian looked her up and down with judgment.

“Eww. Looks like the cow’s come home.”

“You’re still a skinny bitch, I see,” snapped back Asami.

“And you’re still a fat pig.”

Asami and Jillian glared at each other before Asami made the next move.

“Still friends with Ally?” she asked.

Ally was Jillian’s best friend. They had been in the same sorority, Meta Delta Chai, where Ally had been Jillian’s Big Sister, and Asami was hoping that she had kept contact with her Little.

“Of course! She’s working in res life now.”

“Perfect,” Asami thought. This was excellent information to have and put to use later.

For now she just nodded politely, paid her fee and walked into the dining hall proper before ducking behind a pillar where she could have a clear line of sight of Jillian from behind.

That’s when she took out the notebook and went to work.

“Jillian will gain a lot of weight in her lower half. She will become very pear shaped and will grow fatter as a result of no longer working out.”

Toned muscles began to melt as Jillian’s previously taut thighs filled with blubber. The flab filled out her seat and soon her fleshy thighs pressed together. While Jillian did gain a little bit of a paunch, and the muscle definition through her body was lost, the majority of the weight gain settled down below. Her thighs became like heavy sandbags filled with fat. Her saddle bags sagged over the edge of her chair and the flabby flesh became marred with cellulite.

Her seat became more comfortable as her ass cheeks ballooned into two brand new cushions. It was sitting on two plush pillows of fat and raised Jillian up in her seat as her chunky cheeks pressed her pants to the limit. Jillian’s tight ass became a jumbo blubber butt in a matter of moments and any observers walking behind her could easily see a half moon as her flabby, cellulite covered ass cheeks pushed out the top of her too tight pants.

Asami laughed at the sight of Jillian. She knew that Jillian was now definitely pear shaped and doomed to spend her life getting fatter. With Jillian firmly stuck in the fat lane, Asami was free to grab some food and find some other unsuspecting people to change.

As she grabbed her own food, Asami found a few vain looking people that she made some minor changes to, a new sweet tooth for one, a full blown junk food addiction to another. One person was cursed with a slower metabolism. Someone who looked at her funny was given the freshman fifteen and then some.

When she got back to her seat, she saw what appeared to be one of the new campus janitor’s. Asami didn’t recognize her from her time at college, and this woman was decidedly recognizable. She had greasy raven-colored hair that fell limply on her fat, sweaty face, and she was a massive woman, arguably the fattest that Asami had ever seen. The woman was an absolute blob of fat, a mass of rolls and folds, blubber that filled her oversized jumpsuit to near bursting. The humiliating janitorial uniform was stretched out in all directions in front by the massive belly that surged past the fat woman’s large breasts and behind by an absolutely titanic ass. In the middle she had thick love handles and extremely wide hips, and her thunder thighs came fully equipped with saddlebags. It was a miracle that she was able to move around as much as she did.

And as the fat woman moved she was followed by three catty tormentors. These women looked older than normal college students, but not by much. Asami guessed that they must have been in grad school or something, and they seemed to be making sport out of making fun of the poor fat janitor. One was clearly the leader, an extremely curvy redhead who packed any extra weight she might have been carrying into an incredible hourglass figure. She had curves for days, a figure to die for but an attitude that Asami did not care for at all.

It made Asami’s blood boil. She immediately began to think up ways to punish the trio of grad school bitches. She thought about making each of them even fatter than the janitor they were making fun of, of immediately turning each of them into immobile blobs of fat, of forcing them to burst out of their fancy clothes in front of every and leave them their helpless on on display for everyone to make fun of.

But as she opened up the notebook and went to write things down, she realized she couldn’t. She tried to, but it was like something wasn’t letting her hand move, like a voice in the back of her head was telling her not to do it, and while she tried not to listen she was powerless to stop herself from just shutting the book and turning her back on the poor fat janitor.

Angry that she couldn’t do anything about the grad school students, Asami scanned the room to find the next best victim. It didn’t take her long to find her quarry as she soon found another skinny vixen making fun of a fat girl at the buffet line.

“The thin woman making fun of the fat one at the buffet line will gain an uncontrollable appetite. She will also instantly gain weight until she is the fatter of the two.”

Asami was about to stop when she remembered some basic safety protocols. Having her burst her clothes in front of this many people would be a bad look, too much attention.

“Her clothes will grow with her but will fit poorly and showcase her fat.”

And then Asami took a deep breath and decided to temper her temper.

“Everyone will think she’s just gained a massive amount of weight over the last year, and her and the fat girl will be best friends now.”

Asami felt her eyes roll at that last bit.

The bully began to blow up like a balloon, filling with flab that stretched her clothes to their limits. Although the clothes she was wearing became magically elastic and grew like rubber stretched across her blubber, it did not stretch enough to be comfortable, and constantly remained clearly too small giving the former bully the appearance of someone who was in great denial about her growing size, something that would surely add to her embarrassment. Her bulbous belly spilled over her pants, and the button just wouldn’t button. Luckily for her, her plump pot belly hung over enough to cover the gap in her pants, so nobody could tell that her pants weren’t buttoned.

But they could see the bright stretch marks that covered her belly, a sure sign of her rapid weight gain over the last year, they would note. She grew love handles to complete the muffin top along with a generous amount of back fat.

Her ass grew fat and flabby. It lost its shape and began to sag. It stuck out far but hung low giving her the quality of a broken shelf. The bottoms of her blubbery cheeks pressed against her fat thighs which had gone from trim to tree trunks and given her a distinct waddle. Her entire flabby lower half was riddled with cellulite.

Not to be outdone, her upper half grew as well. Above a greedy gut that quickly split into a gelatinous double belly were a pair of breasts that suddenly surged forward. They grew in volume but also in weight and began to sag heavily. Even her arms grew immensely flabby with jiggling bingo wings.

The former bully’s face grew fat with jiggling jowls and a double chin that wobbled as she laughed only now she wasn’t laughing at the fat girl whom she was now much fatter than but with her as they piled their plates high with cupcakes.

Hungry for more, Asami looked around and saw two slender girls staring at the salad bar. What a pity that they were so catty, trying to one up each other as they made a show about who could eat the healthiest. Asami had to put a stop to that.

“The two at the salad bar have recently become very committed junk food junkies. Up until three months ago they were your typical stereotypical skinny bitches, but now they’re committed to the feedee lifestyle and getting bigger and bigger.”

The two suddenly looked down at their salads in disgust and looked at them as if they were poison before heading off to the dessert table. On their way over there, Asami could see their thighs rapidly expanding with each step, shaking and slapping together as they moved in haste, their tummies growling with hunger. Those tight tummies also filled out becoming generous pot bellies that the two feedees now showed off, not with pride but because part of their transformation from skinny bitches to feedees had given them a kink for humiliation. It wasn’t just about food for them anymore. Their new lifestyle came with a need to become the fat girls they used to make fun of and have people degrade and humiliate them. It was, admittedly, not part of Asami’s original plan, but she wouldn’t have been made if she knew about it.

What had been a part of Asami’s plan, and what she was quite enjoying, was the way that the two girls' ass cheeks plumped up and filled the shorts that they were now purposefully wearing too tight. They loved the way those shorts strained. They loved struggling to get them on, and made a show of eating enough food to pop the button and look like a pig in front of everyone. The women were looking forward to ripping their clothes and being exposed for the naughty, greedy piglets that they were.

They practically pushed past the two fat girls who were still loading up on cupcakes.

“Out of our way, piggies.”

“Yeah. Oink. Oink. You fatties.”

It was such a thrill for the two chubby chicks to still taunt the fatter ones while knowing that they would soon be even fatter than the women they were making fun of. They made a point of piling their plates high with even more desserts than the hefty women they had bumped out of the way. It was so much fun to get fat, to be degraded and humiliated like they wanted and deserved.

Asami wasn’t privy to any of this, but she did enjoy watching the chunky chicks stuff their faces with cupcakes.

While Asami continued to eat her own food, she overheard a table of four fit frat bros loudly laughing and obnoxiously talking about how one of them had banged a fit chick last night. It was exceptionally rude conversation, and Asami decided to use her notebook to make sure they had a much tougher time banging anyone again.

“The frat bros at the table are obese losers who have big bellies that hang out past their dicks and have gained weight in a way that makes their junk look smaller. They have big heavy moobs that look like they need bras for support, and they will think all of this weight gain is recent as a result of their nonstop fat frat boy party life. They won’t lose weight because they are now junk food addicted hogs who lack stamina in the bedroom or otherwise.”

The frat boys got up to grab multiple new plates of food each, and by the time they came back they were all sweaty, winded, and incredibly obese. They were big blubbery blob boys with fat hanging out of their clothes. They were hammy men with huge arms that were now filled with fat instead of muscles, big fat asses and thighs that made them waddle about, plenty of swollen pelvic fat and massive moobs and bellies. They were each sporting a set of highly respectable jugs that shook and swayed under their shirts and were clearly putting a lot of strain on their fat backs. Their guts were each very large, and Asami had a chuckle to herself because she realized she could get a sense of whose junk was smaller based on the size of their bellies, and two of the men, one of them being the one who previously banged the aforementioned fat chick were clearly packing far less than the others, nothing to really talk about then and certainly nothing to brag about now.

The fat frat bros sat down, their laughter far more muted with their confidence drained and their hunger high, and they stuffed themselves like pigs, their double chins wobbling.

A slim and sexy redhead sauntered past the frat bros, and laughed at them, calling them fat slobs. Asami couldn’t help herself.

“In the last year, the redhead has recently developed an extreme taste for junk food that has added some junk to her trunk and messed with her digestive system. She now sweats more because of the weight she has put on and has gone from being a slim and sexy prim and proper lady to a fat flatulent slob. But no matter how often she tries to diet, her weight yo-yos back up because she can’t stay away from junk food for long. She’s worse then the fat girls she used to make fun of for having a lack of control.”

That last bit was something of an editorialization since Asami couldn’t be certain of the redhead’s past, but she assumed by the interaction with the frat bros that she must have been a hot bitch in high school and after. What she was certain of was that she was going to enjoy the show.

As the redhead passed the fat frat bros, she let rip a tremendous fart that caused them to explode in a chorus of laughter. Embarrassed, she tried to quickly move away, something that was hindered by the fact that her thighs began to rapidly expand to the point of running together, and those thunder thighs paired with a thick ass that kept growing thicker. Her butt cheeks ballooned to the point of causing a rip in the seat as soon as she let loose another titanic fart. The larger size of her flabby ass made that particular fart sound even deeper and more resonant than before.

That humiliating moment, which was now causing multiple people to turn and watch the show, caused the redhead to turn around and start to hastily waddle back the other way to make an exit. This meant that Asami got a good look at her from the front. Her fat face was sweaty and piggish. Her bingo wings wobbled as she frantically moved her fat arms in a bid to move faster. Her greasy pot belly hung out from under her shirt and over the waistband of her jean shorts, popping the button as it grew, and shook and swayed from side to side. The fat sloshed about almost in its own state of panic. She was winded and her shirt was covered in sweat and food stains. It was stretched tight across her heavy, sagging breasts. 

When the redhead waddled past Asami, she could smell the distinct body odor that clung to the sweaty fat girl’s previously slim body, and she was a witness of the next loud, long and rank smelling fart that the formerly glamorous prim and proper princess released. Her fat ass continued to putter, but, much to Asami’s amusement, the formerly fit now fat woman couldn’t help but stop and grab another pair of cupcakes on the way out. She was definitely a sloppy, stinky, naughty little piggy who was doomed to keep getting worse.

After that, Asami overheard two women, a couple, in the middle of a breakup. One was clearly being demeaning to the other and made it very clear that the reason for their breakup was because the other had gotten fat. She was “a lazy couch potato” and a “pig”. It only took a moment with the notebook to put the couple back together in a new and better way.

Both women were fatter, but the one who had already gained weight was now the dominant feeder of the previously thin woman who had previously broken up with her. That woman was now really living the blob life. She was in fact so large that her jumbo ass needed two chairs to sit on, one for each cheek, and those blubbery butt cheeks still spilled over the chairs along with the blubber that made up her tree trunk thunder thighs. Her big greedy gut filled up most of her lap and forced her to sit farther away from the table which was fine because her fat feeder girlfriend had taken to intensely feeding her by hand.

“Mashed potatoes for my couch potato. Open wide, piggy.”

And before each bit she would make her submissive piggy oink for her.

With her own mealtime coming to an end, Asami made a point of looking around eager to find one more person to change. 

Luckily for her, she found two. 

They were a pair of blondes, and one was comping about some weight she had gained. Her tubby tummy was clearly straining against her polo top, and Asami could see a sliver of tan flesh peeking out and creating over her pants, putting some strain on the button. It was evident to Asami that she was used to being stereotypically slim and perfect. The other, ostensibly the recent chubby girl’s friend, tried to give her diet advice. 

Asami was eager to make that unnecessary. 

With a few strokes of the pen, both blondes were changed into body positivity advocates. Asami gifted them bigger breasts to match their big bellies, and, although the women certainly grew thick around the middle, that got far thicker up top and down below, giving them outrageous hourglass figures. With swollen thunder thighs that clashed and rubbed together and titanic asses that shook with each step, the two blubbery blondes waddled out with their heads held high and faces so fat that they had doughy double chins visible no matter the head angle.

Having done her good deeds for the day, Asami finished her meal and then headed off to the residential life offices eager to cause more punishment.

Before she left though, Asami couldn’t help but write down one more sweeping gesture.

“Everyone who eats here within the next hour will gain five pounds today and fifteen pounds over the rest of the year on top of any weight they might gain normally.”

With a broad smile on her face, she was off.

On her way to the residential life offices, Asami gave beer bellies to two more frat boys, and the sorority sisters they were dating. And she found a particularly annoying blonde who was trying to record a video for some kind of social media platform and had her swell up just enough to be embarrassing but make it look like she had been cheating with filters previously. Finally, she found two more catty brunettes who were given wide hips and flabby asses, enough to make them very pear shaped but not quite enough to leave them waddling, though their new found appetites would see to that soon enough.

When Asami got to the residential life offices, she resisted the urge to fatten anyone else until she got to her old nemesis, Ally’s, office where she was greeted by Ally’s secretary, and what greeted really means is that Ally’s secretary was there physically but was staring at her phone with headphones in. 

Ally’s office was a room within a room, separate from everything else. As such, Asami found herself alone with the secretary but still stuck outside of Ally’s office, with her thoroughly distracted secretary. 

“Is Ally in?”

“Miss Rondel is busy.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Do you even go here? You look like… old.”

“You’re very rude.”

“And you’re very fat.”

The secretary took out her headphones and looked Asami up and down with a look of absolute disdain.

“I mean, just look at you. What a pig. You’ve got this big marshmallow belly and the cotton candy thunder thighs to match. You’re just a big ball of fluffy fat aren’t you, you useless cow. I’m sure you’re the kind of fatty whose spent their whole life being made fun of by hot girls like me.”

Asami stared at the slim secretary. Her fingers were itching to open the notebook, but the wanted to let this woman dig her own grave a bit more. She wanted to hurt this bitch and wanted her to earn it.

“Oh. I get it. You must have like gone to college or something with Ally right? What are you here for? You don’t look like one of her sorority friends that blew up. No. You’ve got the body of someone whose been a flabby couch potato her whole life not just becoming one. You’ve always been a pig, right? Right. So why are you here? Are you someone she bullied in high school? Yeah. You’ve got that kind of ‘people walk all over me because I’m a pathetic fat loser’ look written all over your fat stupid face. So are you here hoping she’s hogged up like you? Spoil alert. She hasn’t. Girls like us don’t become girls like you.”

Asami just tapped her foot, waiting.

“You’re really full of yourself. You know that? ”

The secretary laughed cruelly.

“Yeah. Sure. You know something about being full yourself, don’t you, piggy? Of course I’m full of myself, Fatso. Look at me. I’m gorgeous. And I’m nineteen, this is my work study job. I’m making connections. I’m going somewhere, unlike your fat pathetic ass.”

“You know, secretaries are supposed to have good customer service, and you’re lousy at that.”

“And you’re lousy at everything but eating, clearly. Like, whatever. You’re not getting in to see Ally, so are you going to get out of here or what?”

Asami’s lips slowly curled into a smile.

“Oh, I’m nowhere near done here.”

She opened up the notebook.

“What’s your name?”

“Whitney. What are you going to do, report me? It’s my word against yours, cow.”

Asami just laughed, and for the first time, Whitney seemed unnerved.

“Whitney… I think I’m going to enjoy making you wide, Whitney.”

“What?”

The pen scratched on the paper as Asami practically began to cackle.

“Whitney is going to gain two hundred and fifty pounds within the next two minutes with her clothes growing but barely containing her flab. While she is growing she will know everything that is happening to her, but she will be unable to call for help. She’ll become a greedy, hungry, submissive piggy, easily influenced by others. When I say we’re done, Whitney will forget everything that has happened and her and everyone else will just think she’s just been dealing with a glandular problem, one that will add another two hundred pounds to her over the next four years. The only time she will remember the truth is in her dreams.”

Suddenly, Whitney’s stomach began to grumble.

“What, what’s that?” Whitney said in a panic as her hands went to her suddenly bloated stomach.

“That would be the fat.”

“The wh-”

But before Whitney could even finish that thought, the answer was clear. Her stomach began to surge forward, bubbling with fat as the blubber began to ooze out from under her t-shirt and squish between her fingers.

Asami enjoyed taking the opportunity to taunt the swelling secretary. It was a new kind of power for her.

“You’ve never had a pot belly before have you? Always had that trim tummy of yours? I imagine this is a bit of a scary experience. Don’t worry. I promise it gets so much worse.”

As the fat continued to swell up Whitney’s torso, giving her a flabby muffin top made of thick love handles and a full gut, Whitney tried desperately to push the fat back in while looking up at Asami with wide, pleading and panicked eyes.

“Please. Please make it stop.”

“No can do. I already wrote it down.”

While Whitney’s gut continued to grow, so did her breasts. They began to surge forward, growing fatter, heavier, and sagging down until they rested on and her lifted back up by the shelf of her blubbery belly. They were growing so large that they stretched Whitney’s shirt, straining the neckline enough to show the edge of her overtaxed bra cups. Whitney’s massive cleavage was on full display as her quivering breasts began to overflow the cups. If it wasn’t for the fact that Whitney’s bra was growing along with her boobs, her breasts would be sagging downward and hanging like heavy pendulums slid off the sides of her blubbery belly. But, in the bra, Whitney’s breasts were hoisted upward as much as the heavy mammaries could be with her new stretch marks on prominent display.

“Hey. At least you’re getting bigger breasts, but oof, those are going to cause some major back pain.”

Whitney wanted to scream, to make herself known to Ally in the next room, to anyone, but all that could come out of her mouth was a desperate pleading whisper.

“Please… please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just… just stop this.”

“No.”

As Whitney continued to plead with her eyes, those eyes became beady looking due to the amount of fat filling her face, turning her angular facial features to wobbling jowls and a doughy double chin. The fat even filled her nose, widening it and giving her a very piggish appearance. Her neck thickened with fat and so did her arms. Her trim biceps became bingo wings as the fat filled them and spread downward into her thickening wrists and then into her hands, making them chubby with thick sausage fingers.

“Your face was so cute before. I almost feel bad about that part, almost.”

The fat soon found its way down below, and Whitney found herself rising in her seat as her ass expanded, filling the seat and forming cushions of their own that lifted Whitney upward like she was riding atop two expanding balloons. Her thighs thickened as well, pressing together, filling her seat and giving her a nice fat lap for her big belly to sit on. Even her calves and ankles grew fatter, forming cankles while her feet swelled up to match her fat hands.

Whitney looked fat and bewildered with a hint of sweat breaking on her brow as her wild eyes still looked around the room trying to figure out some way out of this. As her panicked breathing became more rapid, she couldn't help but snort like a familiar barnyard animal, something that got a hearty laugh out of Asami.

“It sucks feeling like a pig doesn’t it? And you are a pig now, a pig who’s only going to get bigger. I bet you wish you had better customer service now, don’t you?”

Whitney hung her head, completely inflating her double chin.

“Y…yes.” she said with a defeated sigh.

“What are you now?”

“A piggy.”

“And piggies go…”

“Oink. Oink.”

“Good piggy. I think we’re done here.”

And just like that Whitney blinked and looked up at Asami as if nothing was amiss at all.

“Can I help you?” she asked as her stomach suddenly gurgled.

“You sound hungry. Why don’t you go and get yourself some food? I have an appointment with Ally right now, and you can just leave me be. I’ll take care of everything.”

Whitney rubbed her fat, heavy, hungry belly and nodded excitedly.

“Oh yeah? Thanks. I am starving.”

It took a lot of effort, but Whitney was able to grunt and push her hefty body out of her chair. It gave Asami a good look of just how much her fat was spilling out of her clothes. She could see the cellulite on her thighs and the underside of her ass cheeks that were so fat that they were spilling out of the legs of her stretched out shorts. Without another word, Whitney waddled away, off to stuff her face.

Asami was proud of the envelope she pushed as she went to work on Whitney, and she was more eager than ever to do even more with her former bully just beyond the door.

She threw the door open, and Ally who was sitting in the chair behind her desk with her back arched and head head thrown backward, suddenly shot forward in her seat and shoved her hands under the desk.

“What! What the fuck!?!”

Ally, breathless and panicked blinked several times until she finally recognized what was going on.

“A…Asami? Holy shit, you fucking stupid cow, just barging in here. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I’m getting really tired of being called names.”

“Well then get the hell out of here, fat ass. I’m… I’m busy.”

“Asami?” came a second voice from underneath the desk.

Emerging from under the desk and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand was another face familiar to Asami, Valerie, one of her bullies from high school who did not end up going to the same college.

“What splendid luck to get here, two for the price of one,” she thought with a smile.

Asami looked behind her at the door she just came through. How like Ally to be so arrogant as to not even bother to lock her door while engaging in some extracurricular activities behind it. No doubt the risk was part of the thrill for her and Valerie. Asami would not make the same mistake.

She locked the door.

“What are you doing?” asked Ally. 

Her and Valerie looked at Asami with wide eyes as if they could sense what was coming next.

“Ally and Valerie will each gain one hundred pounds with their clothes barely growing to contain them. They will know exactly what is happening to them until I say ‘Thank you’. Then they will believe they have gained all this weight over the last two years and become feedees and my submissive piggies, doing whatever it is I tell them to do, especially when it comes to eating. They will only remember the truth in their dreams.”

Asami had thought about tripling their body weights just like she had done to Whitney, but she decided that feeding them and doing it herself over time would be so much more fun.

Ally and Valerie both trembled as they felt their thighs quiver with the fat that began to fill them, it wasn’t long before Ally toned legs, the ones Valerie had just been between were now becoming thick and flabby, slapping and then pressing together. Her thunder thighs widened her stance as they continued to fill with fat and become covered in dimpled cellulite. Valerie was not far behind. Her thighs also grew to be incredibly thick with heavy saddlebags and the same covering of cellulite. She was also doomed to a life of waddling around as her fat thighs pressed together.

“Holy shit! We’re getting fat!” shouted Valerie.

“You always were so perceptive,” replied Asami with a roll of her eyes.

The fat that filled their legs first went down and filled their cankles and their feet, then it made its way back up and fleshed out their butts. Both women’s tight and toned by luscious bubble butts grew into soft and thick blubber butts that jiggled with cellulite covered fat and sagged down enough to rest on their fat thighs.

“It really is so much fun to watch this knowing what’s going to happen. I guess you won’t be turning heads with your asses any more, maybe turning them away from you once the rest of your bodies catch up. Can you feel it? Can you feel yourselves becoming the thing you’ve always mocked? Can you feel yourself becoming fatter than me? I’m two hundred and five by the way, looking at your previously toned muscles I’m just assuming that you each weighed more than one hundred and five pounds. It’s a shame for you that the notebook is turning all that muscle weight into fat and then adding the hundred pounds on top.”

“A… a hundred pounds?” stuttered Ally.

“Yup. Hey, listen you’re getting off light… for now,” said Asami through a broad grin as she contemplated all the feasts she would make Ally and Valerie eat, all the hours she would spend watching them stuff themselves and grow fatter and fatter.

As Ally considered all the food she was going to fill Ally and Valerie's stomach with, those same stomachs began to balloon with fat. Their abs vanish replaced by pounds upon pounds of flab, surging out and hanging down. The bottom two buttons popped off as her belly popped out and flopped over the waistband of her skirt. Valerie’s shirt curled upward as the fat pushed it away from her like two repelling magnets. Both Ally and Valerie were soon sporting rich buttery muffin tops complete with hefty love handles and thick rolls of back fat.

“Now those look like the bellies of two girls who can eat. I’m going to make sure you’re constantly stuffing those bellies till they’re nice big juicy aprons of fat. You think this is a lot of belly butter? You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Ally and Valerie both clutched their bellies, grasping and jiggling the fat to be sure that it was real and then trying to shove it back inside their bodies.

“Why do people always try that? It’s not going anywhere except maybe out as it swells up more.”

Sure enough, their guts continued to grow, and their slender hands began to grow with them. Their fingers grew into thick sausages, and their hands became chubby mitts. The fat filled up their arms turning their biceps into bingo wings and making its way into their shoulders. From there it spread in multiple directions, filling up their breasts and making them sag heavily and thickening their necks as the fat proceeded upward to swell their faces. Ally and Valerie’s fattening finished up with their pretty faces now bloated with fat complete with jowls and double chins.

Asami walked over to the two fat women and pinched their cheeks before reaching down and grasping the lower parts of their fat bellies.

“Now you two are some plump piggies. I’m so happy to have you two as my fat submissive pets. We’re going to have a lot of fun.”

“Please don’t do this. Don’t make us fatter. Leave us alone,” begged Ally.

“Y-yeah. We’ll stay fat. We’ve learned our lessons. Just leave us alone,” pleaded Valerie.

“Not a chance. You’re my piggies now, and I’m looking forward to keeping my piggies well fed.”

“You’re a monster,” spat Ally which caused her double chin to wobble.

“You made my life hell. And now it’s my turn. You deserve this, so thank you very much, my piggies.”

Just like that, Ally and Valerie’s faces went slack with submission. Their eyes looked dopey and ready to please as their bellies roiled with hunger.

“My piggies sound hungry. Are my piggies hungry?”

“Yes. So hungry,” Ally and Valerie said in perfect unison.

“Then let’s go ahead and get my piggies fed so we can start making you even plumper. How does that sound, piggies?”

“Oink. Oink,” the piggies said in a chorus of ascent.

“You want this, don’t you? You crave food. You crave being my obedient, submissive piggies, my big fat piggies.”

“Oink oink oink oink oink.”

She could feel the heat of their breathe as she leaned forward and whispered in their ears while giving their blubbery bellies another squeeze to make them moan.

“We’re going to have so much fun, you and I.”

Asami could hear the formerly slim and sexy women who were now here big fat submissive piggies moaning and panting with arousal, their heavy breathing frequently becoming snorts.

Yes. Asami's revenge was going well, and she was very pleased, very pleased indeed.