"The Fat Making Notebook Goes to School" a "Fat Trimmings" Teaser

This sequel to "One of Those Fat Making Notebooks" will be in "Fat Trimmings" Volume 27, and eventually I will be making it into a longer extended cut with patreon exclusive content just like I did with "One of Those Fat Making Notebooks". There's a lot more transformations to come in this story, but for now....

Enjoy!

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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.