Just a Few Hours

Life became awfully complicated for you after that fateful Saturday night. You felt oh-so-smug and righteous shooting down that chubby girl at the bar. "Sorry but I don't sleep with fat pigs like you." You recall saying to the uproarious laughter of your friends which only amplified once she walked away on the verge of tears. When you woke up the next day staring down at a spongy belly and that very same woman at the foot of your bed, now smirking maniacally as you took in your surroundings, you knew something was terribly wrong. 

 

Somehow, the woman you shot down transformed you into an enormous woman, one that was visibly much fatter than she ever was. She stood there as creepily as possible, her widened eyes poring over each and every little fold of your new body. You vividly recall the first few moments where you tried to sit up only for your newfound bed to leave you squirming against your bed uselessly, only succeeding in making your enormous body jiggle and sway much to the amusement of your captor. "W-What do you want?" You remember asking, stunned at your new, feminine voice. "To teach you a lesson," she said, giving a few pats to your belly, sending what felt like jolts of electricity throughout your being. "If you can avoid getting laid for a week like thi-" she began, only for you to interrupt her with a sudden, monstrous fart that left you cringing with embarrassment and shocked with disbelief - there was no way that awful noise and smell came from you, was there?
After doubling over from laughter she'd continue, "If you can avoid getting laid for a week like this, I'll turn you back. Otherwise, welcome to your new life. Think you can do that for me, piggy?"

You neglected to answer.

A full week had nearly passed and much to no-one's surprise whatsoever, you didn't have a snowball's chance in hell at getting laid. To say that things had gotten difficult would be an understatement: It was hard not to notice the various stares and looks you were getting in your new body. The constant miasma of sweat and flatulence that followed you everywhere was both unmanageable and intolerable. Nothing fit you at all, so the first couple of days were spent sitting in your room, naked, while you waited for something sizable enough to be delivered. You were beyond thankful that you only had to do this for a week - you couldn't imagine having to deal with this for your entire life.

 

Finally, on Friday night, you found yourself out with your friends at that very same bar from before. While they did share in your grief, it was clear that they weren't exactly the most amiable sitting next to someone like you. Needless to say, you were the fattest girl at the bar by far, and the strong stench of sweat all but guaranteed that you had your own private oasis with your friends despite how ubsy things were getting. You do your best to push various, humiliating thoughts to the back of your mind - it was almost over after all; you would wake up Saturday morning as yourself, with the previous week little more than an awful dream. Instead, you focus on pounding back drinks and trying to keep up with the conversation at your table.

One by one, your friends left the bar to go elsewhere until it was just you sitting by your lonesome, your vision blurred and head swirling with intoxication.

Then, he showed up.

You hardly notice him taking a seat at your table, an infectious smile dancing at his lips as he begins to chat you up. Within moments, you're laughing at his terrible jokes, leaning closer to him, even sharing a drink or two. You were absolutely smitten by him and you didn't even know his name. You felt a slight tug of regret at this, but it didn't really matter. As soon as you felt his strong hand snake around your waist, daring to fondle your ass, you knew you had to go. The next few moments were a blur as the two of you left the bar entangled within one another, lips locked in passionate, noisy kissing, one of his hand slipped right down the seat of your leggings as though to keep you locked in place.

Before you knew it, you were waddling down the hall towards your apartment, pausing occasionally to pull him into another kiss or to enticingly peel your leggings down your enormous ass just to draw him in further. You could feel the sting of regret in the pit of your stomach at what you were doing, but it just felt so right; the way he explored your body and the resulting heat of arousal was far too much to ignore. For once in this entire week, you felt attractive like an oversized temptress, and you wanted it badly. Your heart pounds away in your chest as you sway your hips towards your bedroom, his hungry gaze leaves you desperate for what ever could happen next as you ease yourself onto your bed, first bending over so that he can get a good look at your monumental ass. Pondering for a moment, you open your mouth to speak, to tempt him further, only to stun yourself with an obscenely loud and wet fart. An awkward and lengthy silence accompanies the horrid noise and smell - you didn't budge an inch - until you feel his fingers curl into your massive flanks. "Cute," he remarks with a laugh, struggling to tug your exhausted panties down to your thighs before he takes you. 

Jolts of raw, mindblowing pleasure leave you struggling to remain on all fours as he begins to pound your soaked pussy, pausing only to fondle the prominent fold that made up the lower half of your belly or to deliver a firm slap to your gigantic ass. The thought that you were only a few hours away from salvation barely register to you past the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh, his hips slamming into your pillowy backside with reckless abandon. Hugging himself to your beanbag chair of an ass, you felt a potent warmth fill your pussy as your partner presses himself as deeply into you as possible. Undeterred by this, you spent the next few hours passionately making love as roughly as possible; you found yourself in various positions, most of them convenient for someone your size as he made use of you in every way possible.

The sound and sensation of a massive fart erupting from your bottom shakes you awake. A strip of light from your window highlights the peak of your enormous belly as though it were drawing attention to you. Looking down at yourself confirmed the horrible, obvious truth: You were still an enormous woman. You could barely make out the sight of your massive thighs parted, panties loosely strung along one of your ankles while the rest of your clothing was strewn about you, evidence of the previous night's affairs. Memories from the previous night slowly begin to pass by your mind's eye amidst the haze of intoxication. Panic was starting to set in until you caught the sight of someone a little too familiar.
It was her -- the woman from last week, dressed in an outfit that was even more familiar than herself. It was him. "Slept well, gassy?" She says with a giggle, sitting herself beside you to give you a lookover. "I had to sleep on the couch because sleeping in the same room with you is impossible."

 

You try not to say a word, but your expression tells her everything she would ever need to know. "I honestly can't believe you didn't turn me down. It was like you wanted to be stuck like this. You do know you were actually going to turn back, right?" She pauses for dramatic effect, "All you had to do was not go home with the first guy that showed you interest, but here you are." she concludes in a melodic tone before heading straight for the door, but not before turning back to flash you a mischievous look. "Have fun explaining this to your friends. You know, the ones you humiliated me in front of? The ones you explained your predicament to?"

The look on your face is enough to send her into hysterics before she walks out the door, abandoning you to your new life.

Quick Announcement 2.0

Hello everyone, sorry to have gone quiet over the past little while! Unfortunately life happens. I would like to get back into the swing of writing stories, I hope I haven't gotten too rusty! For now, please enjoy the story below. Please let me know if there's anything you'd like to see more of in particular. Thanks for reading.

Read Between the Lines

You never expected such a corny thing to work yet here you were, standing in front of a mirror while the awe-struck expression of a gorgeous woman stares right back at you, her tight, petite body obscured beneath clothing that was a few sizes too big for her. Turning back towards your computer, you take a moment to reflect on what brought you here: Browsing the Internet without a care in the world, you somehow happened upon a website detailing all sorts of strange rituals, from creating a love potion to even stranger ones yet. The long winded one that you happened to pick transformed you into the woman of your dreams. The ritual itself only required a bit of focus and the appropriate words. What started as an evening of curiosity was quickly turning into a fun way to spend the next few days.

Disregarding the fine print of the ritual you haphazardly conducted, you instead direct your attention towards looking for some suitably exciting house party to invite yourself into. Before you knew it, you were out the door dressed in little more than a pair of jeans and a loose tank top. Being that you were gorgeous, you had no trouble getting into whatever party you wanted.

The entire week was little more than a blur. You went from one party to the next like it was the end of the world, guzzling down booze and pizza as though you've never enjoyed either in your entire life. You shamelessly revel in attention all the while, whether it's charming a guy or two into getting you a drink or enjoying all the looks you get whenever you leaned over a counter or showed off in some other similarly risque fashion. You were easily the life of the party and it was beyond simple to convince any of the guys there to bring you to the next party, and the next one, and the next one...

You stir awake after a particularly long night of partying, sprawled out in someone else's bed alone while loud music thumps just outside the door. Checking your phone, you're shocked to discover that it's been an entire week since you started this whole bout of debauchery. Figuring that it was time to put things to rest, you sit up in bed and navigate to the strange webpage from before, taking a moment to look at yourself in a nearby mirror. Your long week of letting loose was blatantly obvious: Stuffing yourself full of cheap, greasy food along with all that booze left you sporting a soft pouch of a belly - nothing you would have to worry about in a few moments. Worse yet was the fact that you were still wearing the same clothes all week, you hoped that nobody noticed.

You scroll through the solid block of text that made up the spell's various warnings and considerations, scoffing at the idea of having to maintain a 'uniform figure' or having to sanitize the 'ritual area'. What did you care? Magic was magic after all, and you were starting to get bored of this act - it was hard enough to enjoy yourself with guys constantly checking you out or shamelessly trying to cop a feel of your tits.

After a brief moment of thought, you set your phone down to begin the ritual in earnest. Much like before, you close your eyes and focus before speaking the indicated words of power. You recall feeling ridiculous the first time you did this, that is, until you saw that gorgeous, unfamiliar face staring back at you in the mirror. Within moments, you feel strange but something isn't quite right. The subtle, lingering tingle you remember is far more intense than before and you can't help but feel bloated and uncomfortable. You squirm against the bed and peer downwards just in time to catch your pouch of a belly surging out with a jiggling layer of solid fat, your breasts struggling to catch up as they fill out before your very eyes.

Panic quickly sets in - this wasn't supposed to happen! You desperately hope that this is just some minor mishap, but things were only getting worse. It was like your previous week of greedily indulging in all sorts of vices caught up to you in an instant. Your loose clothing grows snug against your swelling frame, layers of fat distorting your curvaceous shape until it was all but gone. You can feel the seat of your jeans hug your ballooning ass, seams popping audibly as if to remind you of your plight. A quick glance downwards reveals your growing tits sagging against your belly, which was more than large enough to eclipse your rack. The arms of your t-shirt dig into your swelling arms, forcing soft swells of fat to bulge out. A reluctant glance towards the mirror proves to be shocking. You can feel your heart leap into your throat as your eyes fall upon what must have been one of the fattest girls you've ever seen in your entire life. You note your gigantic, flabby belly weighing against your spacious lap, cringing at the way it bulges around your trunk-like thighs.

Before you could even gather yourself, your thoughts are cut short by a sudden sharp pain within your stomach - the ritual wasn't done yet. You struggle against the bed, its frame screaming for mercy beneath your ponderous weight as some unseen force continues to wreak havoc on your body. Ominous rumbles and gurgles from your gut accompany intense discomfort. You squish a hand into your stomach, only for the growing pressure to give way to an enormous, smelly fart that leaves you gasping for fresh air. Evidently, the ritual drew some kind of conclusion after an entire week of stuffing yourself with only the cheapest and greasiest food possible. It didn't take you long to figure out that the ritual was turning you into an enormous, hopeless slob of a woman. You stare at yourself in the mirror for a few moments, desperately reciting the words of power again and again but nothing happens. The very thought of being stuck like this leaves you on the verge of tears.

You lift your arms to feel along your chubby face, gagging at the sudden stench of rancid body odor, another product of this twisted ritual. You struggle to heave your enormous body out of bed, having to squish your massive thighs beneath your drooping stomach just to stand up. The sight in the mirror is nearly enough to make you faint: An obese, poorly dressed woman gasping for breath, damp stains of sweat present all over her snug clothes, her ass and stomach hanging out for the world to see. Somehow, the stench of sweat had gotten even worse. You clumsily pivot around to get a good look at your enormous ass, two great circles of sweat tracing your ass cheeks.

Pushing any immediate thoughts of panic to the back of your mind, you figure that it might be best to hurry home and try to resolve whatever mess you got yourself into. You stand at the door for what feels like an hour until you work up the courage to leave, but not before allowing an obscenely loud fart to slip from your ass, the awful noise and smell enough to give you second thoughts about leaving. Finally, you work up the courage to leave the room. 

Stepping out into the lively party, it was impossible to ignore just how differently you were treated now that you were visibly the fattest woman there. Trying to squeeze by a group of guys rewarded you with barely contained looks of disgust instead of interest or arousal. Worse yet was the fact that you had no easy way of getting home like this - you were at some stranger's house halfway across town and you didn't see yourself walking home anytime soon. You figure it might be best for you to get home the same way you got out here by enticing some 'lucky' guy with your new body. Unfortunately for you it wasn't enough to act like a tease to get your way; the first few guys you awkwardly flirted with rejected you bluntly. Feeling tears well up in your eyes, you decide to hide in the bathroom to compose yourself for your next attempt, taking a few precious moments to release some of that pent-up gas while you sulk at your reflection in the mirror.

Finally, you set your sights on your next target: A quiet looking guy seated on a couch nursing a drink who was an appreciable distance from the rest of the partygoers. Feeling more than a little desperate, you saunter towards him with a smile dancing on your lips just barely concealing your nervousness. You struggle to hold his attention, having to flash your cleavage and hug your tits just to get him to look at you. It was clear he was more than a little intoxicated which made things as easy as you hoped even if it was just as clear that he wasn't totally interested in you. Hoping to hold onto his attention, you carefully shift against the couch, planting your enormous, cellulite-ridden ass atop his lap before pulling him into a deep kiss. You feel him shudder and groan beneath you, gagging softly at the stink of sweat wafting from your cleavage, forcing you to press in closer. You seize one of his hands and guide it towards your ass, tingles of arousal leaving you feeling faint once he begins to feel you up. You knew you had him wrapped around your finger once you felt his erection poking against your belly.
 

"Want to go somewhere more private, like my place?" You whisper into his ear, hoping he'll get the hint. You lean in a little closer, sneaking a flabby arm towards his bulge. 

 

Dread slowly begins to set in at the sensation of yet another fart building up. You sit there awkwardly, doing everything you can to hold your gas, only to grunt loudly from the effort of venting a thunderous, wet fart. Your 'date' practically vanishes, mumbling a few halfhearted excuses as he scrambles out from underneath you. You sit there alone on the couch, trying to keep yourself from bursting into tears, the miasma of sweat and flatulence choking the air around you. You could hardly believe that this was supposed to be you. With a reluctant sigh, you stare down at your ruined body, figuring that you might just have to accept being stuck as an obese, gassy slob of a woman.

A New Life

You awake with a startle as the last wisps of a faint dream course through your mind's eye; it was one that you've had on and off for the past few weeks, each iteration leaving you with a distinct sense of longing. Simply put, it was a dream of your old life as you once were, but all of that was gone now. It was nearly a month since that strange woman - a witch - had her way with you, twisting and contorting your very being until you were left as someone else entirely. As much as you tried to beg and plead with her, it was far too late. In the span of a few moments, you found yourself ballooning out of control, all sorts of strange sensations coursing throughout your body until you were left a humongous cow of a woman. You remember the witch teasing you, exploring your body with her squeezing hands as she explained just how difficult things would be from now on and not to worry about those strange new sensations. When the burbling from your massive, flabby stomach resulted with you erupting with a massive belch alongside an equally noisy fart, you knew your body was ruined for good.

And now as the first month of your new life was within sight, you couldn't help but hold onto what was left of your former self as hopeless as it all seemed, whether it was indulging in your hobbies or maintaining your old schedule as difficult as it now was. There was little you could do as a shut-in slob: Just how were you going to explain this to everyone? Would they even recognize you at all? Where would you even start? The task seemed impossible, even more so than rolling your enormous ass out of bed, the effort alone leaving your puffy cheeks red and your breath desperately short. The stench of sweat and flatulence invades your senses, a disturbingly common facet of your new body, one that limits you in just about everything you do. You turn back towards your bed, the buckled mattress and sweat stained sheets making you cringe; why did she have to leave you like this?

 

A hiss of flatulence escapes your monumental ass as you waddle towards the bathroom, staring at that unfamiliar face of yours in the mirror, a sight that you had come to expect after the first few days. You remember awkwardly telling yourself in the mirror that you would find that witch and get her to turn you back but it was clear she wasn't ever going to come back. Now that you were nearly through the third week of this nightmare, all you did was stare at yourself, eyes tracing along your bloated, lumpy figure, wincing at just how enormous you were. Neglecting to take a shower for the time being as you vent a loud belch, you instead decide to wander out to your living room to rest your aching legs, your cellulite-ridden shelf of an ass finding purchase against a creaking couch.

Despite your intense yearning for everything to go back to what it used to be, you know you couldn't just sit around and wish for something impossible to happen; you had to try to get used to this for what it was worth. Looking on the bright side is challenging at best: Your immense frame all but guarantees that everything is a hassle whether it's getting ready for the day or going out for whatever reason. Your body's truckload of various issues limits your social life as well, you didn't want to be caught dead humiliating yourself in public - you've already had that happen more than a few times this week. Your thoughts are cut short by a massive, wet fart that you couldn't even feel coming which forces a loud, heavy sigh out of you. Turning towards your laptop, you notice it was well past noon so you decide to order something to eat. At the very least you wouldn't have to leave the house; none of your clothes fit anyway so you were usually seen in a lengthy, snug t-shirt soaked with sweat. Worse yet is that you had almost outgrown everything you ordered weeks ago. You miss your old body so much.

 

After ordering a shamefully large meal of the best comfort food you could ever enjoy, you decide to turn your attention towards yourself but not before reaching towards your messy coffee table, plucking a few leftovers from the other night to cram into your mouth with reckless abandon. Almost every kind of food brought you some kind of twisted pleasure as much as it disgusted you; your stomach gurgling noisily while you devour a few slices of pizza from the previous night's binge. Your eyes glaze over as you clumsily slide your hands across your belly, jolts of electrifying pleasure making you shudder. 'Fuck, not again..' You think to yourself, lifting an enormous, flabby ass cheek to force out another thunderous fart, the sensation of relief as well as the taste of food leaving your pussy tingle with excitement. You knew some part of this was the witches' doing, but what could you accomplish like this? You already lost. With a low sigh, you rake a pudgy hand across your belly before it roams towards your backside, squeezing a handful of ass, forcing a soft squeak of pleasure from you. You clumsily wedge your other hand between your belly and thigh, straining to reach your aching nethers, the effort rendering you breathless by the time you feel the tips of your chubby fingers graze against your drenched lips. 

At the very least you could lose yourself in this for a while, your breath quickening as you plunge your fingers into yourself, shifting in place to make room for your doughy arm as you grope along your ass, hastily squeezing whatever you could reach, even cupping one of your breasts as release draws closer and closer. With a loud, feminine cry, you part your trunk-like thighs are wide as you can manage as you climax messily, your orgasm accompanied by an obscenely noisy fart that brings you right back to reality. You sit there in the aftermath fighting to catch your breath, groaning as you retrieve your hand, relaxing it against your churning stomach. Your tired gaze rests upon your laptop screen: Your food was almost here and you had all day to enjoy it. Using an old, discarded shirt to wipe yourself clean, you resign yourself to your new life, turning your thoughts towards your takeout instead.

Overcharged

"Do you accept the charges?" Came the question on the other end of the phone, their voice professional and courteous. You weren't exactly sure how to answer; whoever it was, they specifically asked for you. As intriguing as the phone call was, you were working and didn't have time to mess around. Once they began to drone on about an entire contract's worth of whatever this was, you decide to put an end to it.

"Yeah, whatever, I accept the charges." You interrupt their pitch with an answer, turning your direction back towards your monitor, moving to set your phone down.

"Very well." the voice replies before hanging up. You barely had time to ruminate on the transaction before your entire world went dark.

You awake with a startle, finding yourself sprawled out on the surface of a creaking bed. With a soft, feminine groan you struggle to sit up, an enormous weight across your torso ensuring that your movements are exhausting and sluggish. You direct your tired eyes downwards, only to find yourself gawking into a plunging valley of cleavage with a fleshy belly eclipsing your bust. A loud gasp escapes your lips just as a torrent of new memories flood your mind's eye.

 

Your name is Audrey, a desperate, hopeless fat girl with an easy albeit challenging life. After a lifetime of what could best be described as ruining your body, a mysterious benefactor called with an offer to whisk you away to a new life, that is, so long as you agreed to take on the issues of a few of his clients - nothing too serious. You accepted without even a second thought, only to find yourself changing for the worst before you could even put the phone down. In an instant, you ballooned by well over a hundred pounds, leaving you unmistakably obese, your clothes stretching across your widening frame. Shortly after, your stomach burbled and churned, giving you a brief moment of intense discomfort before a explosive bout of flatulence roars from your now enormous shelf of an ass, an equally intense belch following right after, rendering your breathless. What little comfort you enjoyed was cut short by an intense heat rolling across your body, a thick layer of shimmering of sweat coating your folds. Within the span of a few moments, you were turned into a gigantic, disgusting slob of a woman, far worse than whatever you managed to do to yourself. The rest of your day was spent in tears, struggling around your apartment, stuffing your face, filling the air with the horrid stench of your unrelenting flatulence.

Just as that vision came to a close, you finally put the pieces together: What you thought was a prank call turned out to be some bizarre body swap between you and Audrey and it was blatantly obvious that you came up short.

Lifting your massive body from you bed, that familiar discomfort pierces your stomach, forcing you to bend right over as aching builds up towards your backside, the sound of your monstrous, lengthy farts overtaking your feminine moans and gasps. Your legs tremble for all of twenty minutes until the gas finally begins to subside, your eyes watering from the repulsive smell.

Waddling to the center of your apartment, you weren't even allowed a second to gather your thoughts before you hear a knock at the door. You crack it open to reveal a somewhat familiar face, a pizza delivery man you've seen once or twice around town. He grins at you mischievously, eying your sweaty, half-naked body, waving a steaming box of pizza around your nose like some kind of prize. 

"I got your favorite babe, open up?" He questions incessantly, pressing against the door, forcing you to relent and back away. Your answer comes in the form of a loud, discordant gurgle from your stomach - you were far too hungry to even think about saying 'no'. Within seconds, he was in your apartment, one hand squeezing a flabby tit while the other roughly groped your gigantic ass. The sleazy man had a slight hint of disgust in his lust-addled expression but it was clear he really didn't care. Throwing you back against a couch, the frame screeching beneath your weight, he wastes no time in peeling your sweat soaked panties from your body, leaving the exhausted garment around the widest point of your thighs while he fumbles with his jeans. 

You struggle from side to side as you're forced to vent a loud, deep fart; the delivery driver shooting you a look of disgust before he's upon you, grinding his erect cock against your drenched pussy lips before forcing his way in. His clumsy hands slide across your enormous gut, fondling handfuls of your flabby tits as he thrusts away, sending little wobbles and ripples throughout your corpulent body. Jolts of pleasure electrify your senses, making you jerk around, leaving you exhausted and gasping for breath after only a brief struggle. Against your better wishes, you part your massive, trunk-like thighs like a good little whore, your frequent moans interrupted by revolting belches. Finally, he squeezes two handfuls of your gut, his fingers vanishing within your folds as his cock twitches, a gradual warmth filling your drooling slit. A loud cry escapes your mouth with his final thrust, your entire body left shivering with satisfaction.

The delivery man wastes no time in getting dressed, leaving you to bask in the afterglow of your orgasm, looking just a littler regretful as he hurries through the door. You must have made for a rather sorry sight: A gigantic woman sprawled out against her couch, sweat pouring down her flabby frame, panties biting into the sides of her enormous thighs, the occasional noisy fart stirring her from her stupor while she explores her body with lazy gropes. The roar of your stomach compels you to sit up. You squirm towards the edge of the couch, eying the pizza left behind, throwing the box open to stuff your face like the pig you now were.

As you begin to satisfy your seemingly limitless appetite, your thoughts drift towards your predicament: Was this seriously the life you were stuck with? Were you dreaming? There was no way this could be you. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, streaming down your face - the sad sight of an obese slob sobbing as she stuffs her face. It was going to be a long week.

The Not-So-Fun Funhouse

After having knocked back a few drinks with your buddies, you decided to visit the annual end of Summer amusement park that drives into town every so often. Every single year, you all had the same tradition: Get together, get a good buzz going, ride all the rides, and conclude it all with a trip through the strange, old funhouse.That last part was a little odd, but you chalked it up to some drunken idea conjured up some years ago. Everyone typically went through in couples, no doubt getting up to a bit of mischief before they were off for the evening; it was all in good fun except for one little addition: You had to bring Sarah along this year.

A friend of a friend's girlfriend, Sarah was finally invited after all this time, probably complaining about being left out of your various outings. Though who could blame you? She was easily the fattest woman you've ever seen in your life and she constantly embarrassed herself with her antics, whether it was her gluttonous eating habits or the way her body rippled and swayed with even the slightest breath. None of her clothes fit her properly and she was always falling behind the group, now panting noisily as she trundles along behind the group, much to your amusement.

Determined to have a good time, you tried to look past the fact that she had to be dragged along, making off-hand comments about how slow she was or the fact that you might have to make two trips just to get everyone home. Looking back at a rather red-faced Sarah, you couldn't help but laugh it up with your friends all the way to the fun house, the last little event of your evening. Unfortunately for you, you were the only person left in your friend group who didn't find someone, so you decide to have a bit of fun: Why not go in with Sarah? You make a big show of it, throwing your arms up into the air, loudly lamenting that even the fun house mirrors wouldn't be able to make your 'date' look skinny and reconciling that you might have to drag her enormous butt up the stairs just to get out in a reasonable time.

Finally, your time comes and you enter the darkened funhouse, sneering at Sarah as she follows you along silently, cheeks reddened with exhaustion and embarrassment. As you venture into the hall of mirrors, the noise of your dates' labored breathing filling the air, you don't even care enough to look back at her. Instead, you focus your thoughts towards some climatic prank to get one last laugh out of your friends before this is all done.

However, something is a little strange. The funhouse seems a little darker than usual and you could have sworn that you've been walking for what feels like minutes. The mirrors around you only reveal strange silhouettes that you don't recognize whatsoever - weren't you supposed to be at the end by now? Soon enough, your legs begin to ache as if walking uphill, your panting overtaking Sarah's as you press on. With each step accompanied by more and more weight, your legs burn with exhaustion, trembling terribly, like you were carrying Sarah on your back. Soon enough, you were breathing just like her, your chest heaving as you struggle along the unending hallway of twisting mirrors. You hear faint giggling - your giggling - as you struggle on. Dark hair falls into your eyes, you struggle to push it out of your vision with a heavy arm. As your arm slides back to your side, it collides with what must have been your stomach, a quick glance down reveals a dark, rotund shape protruding from your torso. This wasn't right at all. You had to get out of here now.

As if to answer your prayers, you spot the end of the fun house, a twinkling dot of light that seems much too far away. You lurch forward, struggling to fit your enormous thighs beneath your belly, only managing a pathetic, ponderous waddle. The most you do is make yourself sweat like a pig, beads of the salty stuff dripping from your brow, rolling down your round cheeks, and disappearing within your cleavage. A faint, chilling breeze swirls around your body as if it has a life of its own; you feel the bizarre gust of wind press against your parted lips, forcing you to gulp it down. The strange chill settles in your stomach like a stone before dissipating. You feel bloated, cramped, awful. You pause for a moment as pressure and aching begins to stir against your backside; you barely have time to think before unleashing a thunderous, wet fart that echoes off of the halls, the revolting sound and stench making you cringe with embarrassment. You barely have time to gather your thoughts as a raunchy belch rockets up from your throat, leaving you totally breathless as you struggle to comprehend what's going on.

After what felt like ages, you finally step out of the funhouse exit, vision blurred, a pair of high-pitched toots signalling your escape, sweat pouring down your frame like you just ran a marathon. You peer up at your friends, all of them gawking at you along with a face that is just a little too familiar.

"I told you she fell behind, but I didn't think it would take you ten minutes to get out of there you cow!" You hear a voice say - your voice - as you fight to catch your breath. Your tired eyes gaze downward and you finally notice just what had happened to you: You were Sarah, obese and squeezed into that hilariously ill-fitting dress. You open your mouth to protest but a mean look from your old body forces you to stay quiet, a little like Sarah would have reacted. After some uproarious, drunken laughter and a few more mean-spirited jokes, you and your friends were off, your former self making sure to keep the conversation pointed towards how fat you were, the way you couldn't keep up, and how you tried oh-so-desperately to get laid in the fun house. With a face redder than ever before, you decide to fall behind the group, your near-constant gas giving you plenty of reason to stay back there, your only relief being the sting of the cold air against your exposed flesh.

Gathering in the parking lot, your friends make a quick escape to spend the rest of their evening elsewhere, all while your old body loudly proclaims that he will bring you home. With your head pointed downwards, you struggle to ease yourself into your car, Sarah laughing at your pathetic efforts. You finally manage to ease your gigantic ass into the passenger seat, the strain from doing so forcing a loud, rumbling fart out of you. For a moment, Sarah looks concerned but it doesn't last very long.

"W-We're going to back there tomorrow night to see if this can be reversed.." You argue weakly after managing to catch your breath.

"I don't think so, Sarah." He laughs, "Do you really think I'm going to go back to that? I have no idea what happened in there but this is the best thing that's ever happened to me in my life. If you think I'm ever going to back to my mess of a life, you have another thing coming."

You spend the relatively short drive protesting, begging, promising anything to get your old body back but Sarah simply answers with laughter whenever you cut yourself short with a sudden belch or a noisy fart. Whatever happened to you in that funhouse was inexplicably permanent and constant - even Sarah couldn't explain it, not that she cared one bit.

"Your room's on the first floor, get out of here before you stain the seat." Was the last thing he said to you before kicking you out into the cold. 

You waddle into the dingy apartment complex before you as Sarah peels off into the darkness, taking your body, your car, and your life with him as he goes. You feel tears well up in your eyes as you clumsily step down the hall, the occasional sudden fart echoing off the hallways before you finally barge into your new apartment.

 

Peeling off the sweat-soaked dress from your massive frame, you set it on the nearby coffee table with a wet slap so that you could gawk at your enormous body. The dizzying stink of sweat invades your senses within seconds, making you wonder if any of this would ever stop. Your hands slip across your belly, clumsy sausage fingers prodding, weighing, and squeezing at the dimpled flesh - the occasional burble or loud gurgle forcing you to stop for a moment. 

Worse yet is the fact that you were practically like a gross, over-exaggerated parody of a fat chick; your massive, wet farts only seemed to let up whenever you had to vent a nasty belch, and even then that was barely any reprieve. Tears begin to stream down your eyes at the very thought of being trapped in Sarah's body. Your thoughts drift back to the fun house and the strange occurrence there, the way that cold wisp of air invaded your body. With a low, tired sigh, you slowly begin to accept the fact that you would have to live the rest of your life as this enormous, disgusting slob of a woman.
 

A Terrible Case of Mistaken Identity

As you stand before the narrow, dingy apartment door, you reflect for a moment over how you managed to make it here. It was simple enough, you were browsing a dating site and came across the profile of a cute looking woman with a knock-out figure and bright dyed hair. The two of you hit it off almost immediately yet for some reason she continually got your name wrong. Despite you correcting her again and again, she just didn't seem to get it at all - her frequent spelling mistakes didn't help one bit either. Any wayward thoughts you had were pushed to the very back of your mind because of her flirtatious behavior; she seemed more desperate than anyone you've ever met in your life and you figured she would make for a fun, easy lay. A few steamy pictures of her dreamy body had you captivated. You couldn't wait to meet up with her.

You text her that you're at the door and she quickly replies for you to come in. You carefully step into her apartment only to be left stunned as an intense skunk-like smell rolls past you and out into the hallway like a heavy fog. You decide to press on. Nothing could've prepared you for the sight in her bedroom.

An enormous woman - your supposed date - was bent over a creaking bed, swaying her titanic hips from side to side. You stand there, stupefied, the only thing recognizable from the woman on the dating site being her dyed hair and very little else. The woman dips forward, pressing her fleshy avalanche of a belly into the bed beneath her so that she could lift her ass into the air, prompting a sudden, high-pitched toot from her enormous, cellulite-ridden rump.

"I think I have the wrong place." You say with as stone faced of an expression as you could muster, your eyes watering from the intense stench.

"Oh no, I think this is the right one.." She chimes in retort, slurring her words, punctuating her statement with a heavy, raunchy belch before gripping the bed tightly. 

You turn to leave without so much as a second glance at her, only for your entire world to go black.

You awake with a startle. Your entire body aches and trembles with exertion and exhaustion. Your breathing is heavy, frantic, even a little panicked. You finally open your eyes, only to realize that you were on her bed. Your gaze continues to drift downwards until you find yourself staring at a small pair of breasts tightly bound in a very snug top; just below that was your enormous stomach jiggling and quaking with your panicked breathing. Somehow, you managed to swap bodies with this gigantic pig of a woman. Your eyes dart back, the enormous swell of your ass nearly filling your vision. You could make out the frustrated expression of yourself gawking down at what used to be your body. You carefully begin to shift against the bed, groaning at the strange discomfort pricking your gargantuan stomach. Though you noticed that her apartment was warm before, to the new you, it practically feels like a sauna. Even the simple act of rolling over was more than enough to leave your pale body shimmering with a thick layer of sweat along with rendering you completely exhausted.

"What the fuck is this? You're not..." He begins, turning towards a body mirror, pinching and tugging at your face like an incessant grandmother. "Oh my fucking god."

You open your mouth to answer, only for a humongous, wet fart to issue forth, the horrid noise amplified and distorted by your gigantic ass cheeks. You groan and shift against the bed as a powerful heat stirs within your crotch, momentarily interrupting your thoughts while the stench overwhelms your senses. It didn't help that your entire world was subtly different - you were unbelievably high.

The woman, now you, approaches the bed with a dreary sigh, fanning a hand in front of her face. "You should've left when you had the chance. How horny were you, seriously? And why did I..? Just.. Fucking stay there and do nothing, understand? I'm going to fix this."

Before you can get a word in whatsoever, he was out the door with your body in tow, leaving you sprawled out against her bed.

And so you sat there, trying desperately to relieve the constant pressure within by venting massive, nasty farts. Over thirty minutes had passed with your flatulence not letting up one bit despite your intense efforts. You peel off the sweat-soaked shorts and panties from your flabby lower half, setting them aside with a loud, wet slap. The most you managed to do was make the room smell absolutely revolting in addition to stirring up your arousal further much to your distress. You sigh, just what kind of freakish woman were you supposed to be? It took much longer than expected so you figure it would be a good idea to entertain yourself somehow. You decide to rummage through her things, play her video games. Before you knew it, you fell asleep.

You were jolted awake by the door opening: Finally, you thought, this nightmare would be over. You could feel your heart leap up into your throat as an unfamiliar man stands in the doorway, teetering from side to side uneasily. Though you notice his unimpressed expression, he still eagerly steps into the room, mostly ignoring the dreaded concoction of awful stenches coming from you. He tugs off his pants awkwardly as he closes in on you, the tent in his pants giving away his intent. Your eyes widen. "W-Wait, I'm.." You begin to plead, but he's already upon you.

You shiver as the man slams against your bed, causing a belch to rocket out of your mouth. He gropes along your modest breasts, slamming the two mounds together, nearly bulging them out of their snug confines. You squirm against the bed weakly while his hands travel downwards. Though the man harbored a somewhat reluctant expression, you could tell he was well beyond any sort of regret. He pays little attention to your belly, curling his fingers into the immense roll of your lower belly, sending another powerful wave of pleasure throughout your entire body, the sensation reaching new heights once you felt his palms squish into your vast, padded hips. As his hands struggle to contain the enormity of your ass with a firm squeeze, you can feel him press against your body, his firm cock slapping against your belly as he clumsily attempts to penetrate you. Soon enough, you can feel him part your nether-lips, slamming his crotch against your stomach, holding onto your copious hips so that he can pound you harder and faster. You can feel your enormous thighs parting with a wet, sticky noise like a good little whore, a powerful climax building up quicker and quicker...

You find yourself wondering why as he slams into you one final time, lust overtaking the two of you as you cum explosively, his hands heaving your belly up as the trickle of a warm liquid fill your insides. With a tired groan, you relax, unable to contain a lengthy, wet fart that leaves your partner looking concerned. Within moments, he was out the door, leaving you to your own devices.

Within the hour, you see yourself standing in the doorway, looking over your corpulent figure sprawled out on the bed, your titanic thighs still parted, thick globs of cum spilling out of your plump pussy. Your old self had a very knowing look on his face along with a healthy dose of frustration. "What the fuck did I say? I told you to do nothing, and here you are looking like a total slut!" 

It seems the irony was lost on him.

With a sigh, he sits beside you, giving a loud slap to your stomach to ensure you were awake. "Do you have any idea what you've just done? Let me spell it out for you: By fucking my ex, you made the swap permanent. Luckily for me, you broke the contract, which means I don't have to be stuck as you, thank god." He pauses, "However, that means you're stuck as me."

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, trying your best to sit up, your efforts only coaxing some more gas out of you. Your former self sighs and helps you sit up. "I'm sure you noticed that, uhh, I looked a lot different in my profile and that I.. Fart way more than any girl should." You gulp. "Well, over the past while, I've used every single curse I could find to destroy myself. Would you believe I was just shy of one hundred and ten pounds two weeks ago? I wanted him to really suffer, but it looks like the only one being punished is you, huh?"

Another fart explodes out from underneath your gigantic ass despite straining yourself to contain it. He giggles and pats your sloshing stomach. "In short, I was going to give my ex one little night of passion before leaving him like this," He presses a palm into your belly, which swallows it up effortlessly. You blush feverishly. "And.. I guess.. I celebrated a little too early and got you roped into this. Sorry, I guess? I mean, your names were kind of similar and.."

"They're spelt completely differently!" You protest, only for him to chuckle softly.

"Honest mistake, really! I mean, it's not like you can't say you haven't made any," He exclaims, pressing his free hand against your drooling pussy. You moan hotly. "Errh, one more thing. As I'm sure you've noticed, all of this is turning you on, isn't it? Another curse. I thought it would make life a little more exciting for my victim but.. It's more distracting than anything else. Imagine startling yourself awake with a fart at three AM only to have to finger yourself back to sleep. Imagine being revolted by every little facet of yourself while fretting over the size of your ass in the mirror leaves you too horny to think straight. You're going to discover a lot of new things about yourself; enjoy your little nightmare I guess..?"

"Anyways, how about this? I've got a very busy week ahead of me and I can tell you're about to have one as well. Let's go for round two. Depending on how you do, I'll stick around for a little while, help you write a dating profile, pick out cute clothes, show you how to live around your new body, things like that." He grins, leaning in to lick along your sweaty cleavage, slapping a hand against your enormous ass, urging you to lift yourself up so that you could sit on his lap. "And you'll be my little stress toy until I move onto someone else. I want you to ride me, piggy, use what little muscles you have left to milk me dry with that gigantic ass of yours. Sound good, gassy?"