What's Coming Next Week: Notebooks, Scales and Some Teasers!

Wow. It's been a busy week for me. But I know what you're wondering.

What's next?

I'll tell you.

Tomorrow: The exclusive extended cut of "Fit Friend, Fat Friend" is coming out. It features over 2,000 additional words and a radically different ending.

Tuesday: "Fat Trimmings" Volume 30 comes out (You can still suggest stories) Among other stories, I'll be including "The Fat Making Notebook Goes Shopping".

Here's a teaser:

Asami almost didn’t bring the notebook with her to the grocery store. She certainly didn’t expect to need it. But as she started to leave her apartment, she couldn’t help but feel a nagging sensation that it would be bad to leave the notebook behind. What if someone broke into the apartment? (Even though she was living in a fourth floor walk up and her door was double bolted and it was also the middle of the day.) The notebook might get stolen. (Even though it was safely locked away in her desk drawer in the same cheesy secret compartment she used to keep her diary in.) So as she hesitated at the door for a moment longer than she could measure, Asami eventually turned around and went back to grab the notebook.

It was better to be safe and sorry, and there was no harm to come from carrying the notebook around.

At least not to her.

So Asami clenched the book in her hands and found that as she headed off to the grocery store, her mind was no longer just on what she would buy to feed herself, but who she would transform while she was there. It seemed to her that the inside of the grocery store would supply an infinite amount of creative ideas. What a perfectly simple place to take the notebook. Plenty of rude Karen’s at the local grocery store. Plenty of people who come back regularly. It was the perfect place to go and find new people- rude people- definitely rude awful people- to punish and a delightful place to check in on them from time to time. Yes. It was definitely the perfect pla-

That’s what Asami was thinking about before her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the jarring sensation of being suddenly run into, not just randomly bumping into someone, but being actively shoulder and nearly sent to the floor. 

“Watch where you’re going, fat ass!”

They were two slim friends who were laughing at her having shoved her right as she was getting to the door of the store, and Asami had to admit that she was getting tired of that particular trope in her life and of people quoting that damn Mean Girls line at her.

That’s when she realized she no longer had the notebook!

In a panic she looked down to see that, fortunately, it had just fallen to the ground right next to her and gone no farther. She snatched it back up and stormed into the grocery store, determined to make the woman who nearly cost her the notebook pay.

There were two women, friends, annoying chatty, catty friends, slim and sexy stereotypes still clearly laughing about what a fine trick they had just played. One, a blonde, was taller and more muscular than her much more petite red headed friend. Based on her musculature, Asami assumed that the blonde Karen was the one to shove into her and took joy in steering her away from the vegetable aisle.

“The blonde who bumped into me will no longer eat salads or enjoy healthy food. She’s become a real junk food junkie, and she’s going to go find a bag of marshmallows to eat right now. As she eats them, her ass is going to grow until it’s so fat that it splits her pants.”

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Later this week: I'll be releasing "The Scales of Time" Chapter 12. It's the final showdown! How will it all end? Well, here's a teaser.

(Warning to those who are not caught up, this contained spoilers)

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Vivian could be beaten. Vivian could be fat. She was fat. Julie had made her fat, and she could make her fatter. It seemed so strange, so petty of a thing to hold onto when the stakes were so impossibly grand. The fat of the entire coven hung in the balance, and yet all Julie could focus on was the way that Vivian’s blubber belly hung like a loose apron of fat over the waistband of her pants, and how much she wanted to make the greedy gut sag all the way down to Vivian’s fat knees. Julie wanted to make Vivian so fat that she was dripping with folds of flesh, tree trunk thighs rolling with fat rolling over the knees to meet her belly. She wanted Vivian to look like an over inflated Michelin man.

Julie’s entire family could be brought low. Her powerful mother could somehow be struck down and left groveling in submission, and all Julie could focus on was her intense hatred of Vivian and her desire to turn her into a pathetic, submissive pig. She pictured forcing Vivian onto all fours with her fat stomach hanging so low that it pressed against the floor. She wanted to see Vivian’s entire massively obese body quiver as she stood over her, fat flesh quaking in fear.

It was a singular focus, and it was a good thing that Julie was able to hold onto it because she almost wretched as she arrived at her destination. Her stomach was doing flips, and the whole world felt like it was spinning. Julie stumbled on her unsteady feet and nearly took a tumble into a nearby bush before she caught her balance. Each step was like walking on a slanted funhouse floor.

She looked down at herself in an attempt to gather her bearings and found that while still heavy she was thinner than she had been in years, seven years to be precise. So she knew she was in the right time.

Now all Julie had to do was get to the right place.

That was easier said than done, but she took off one step at a time in the direction that she knew Vivian would be.

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It should be an exciting week that I hope you'll enjoy!