My New Best Friend

 

"Hey hot stuff, what'cha doing out here?" The cute, chubby woman questions you suddenly. You recoil in surprise, not really expecting to run into anyone during your early morning walk, especially not in the middle of the forest. You decide to stop and make small talk with the woman even sitting down in the snow with her once she beckons you down. Strangely enough, the woman seems to be coming onto you, flashing her cleavage, angling her body to draw in your gaze, even popping a sucker into her mouth in as erotic a fashion as you could possibly imagine. 

"You wanna be like, friends?" She asks out of nowhere, "Like, with benefits and all that. I hope I'm not coming off as too desperate or anything.." 

You grin and reassure her otherwise, looking the woman up and down deliberately. "Yeah, sure, I think I would like that a lot," You finally decide despite the inherent oddity of all this.

Upon hearing your answer, the woman pulls you in for a sudden kiss, pressing her warm tits against your chest as you lock lips, the artificial strawberry flavor of her lollipop creeping into your mouth. She presses in as the kiss deepens further, skillfully using her tongue to press her sucker into your mouth. You gulp firmly, washing the lollipop's flavor down your throat where it settles in your stomach like a block of lead. The woman joins her arms around your shoulders, emboldened by what she's just done, holding you still while she makes out with you passionately. You groan into her mouth hotly. Minutes pass as the sucker dissolve in your mouth, the woman only pausing to allow you to catch your breath. 

You notice something is amiss once you feel your chest press against her own. You glance down only to immediately notice a pair of breasts swelling out to press against her own - your breasts. You look into her eyes with panic, causing her to release you just as the transformation takes hold. You squirm against the ground as you pack on weight at an unnatural rate, a heavy, pale belly spilling over the waistband of your pants as the rest of your body begins to catch up. Your expanding breasts slap against the shelf of your belly. Your thighs ripple as they balloon in size, causing your jeans to creak as those fleshy pillars forcibly collide against one another as if desperately fighting for space. Your ass, not to be outdone, thickens out of control to the point of being gigantic. Dyed hair spills into your eyes. Even your clothes began to change, turning into a snug pair of sweatpants and a simple, black shirt.

"Well, maybe I should've explained this a little earlier, but.. Well.." She begins, looking you over with delight. "I'm not attracted to you whatsoever, at least I wasn't until now. You see, Sam, I love girls that look just like you." The woman coos, watching with delight as you pull yourself to your feet to examine your new form.

"Unfortunately, there are a few things I don't like." She says suddenly, her tone darkening, leaving you shaking with anxiety. "You're prettier than me and your tits are bigger than mine, not to mention how much fatter your ass is." You open your mouth to protest but she's already upon you, pressing back up against your bulbous body, gazing into your eyes. "Normally this wouldn't be an issue since you're going to be mine and all, but I did say friends with benefits, right?" She grins.

"We're going to fix all of this," the woman adds ominously, raking her hands across the front of your belly. "You're going to have the worst gas."

Before you can even digest what she's saying, a sudden pressure builds against your backside, forcing you to vent a booming, wet fart that echoes into the forest around you. You stare at her, stupefied, only for her to laugh right in your face. "Absolutely disgusting, but now I won't have to worry about you banging anyone I bring home behind my back, huh? The only kind of guy that will even get near your enormous ass will be someone I won't be caught dead with." The woman smirks, "That is, if you can manage to bring anyone home like that. Fortunately for you, I think you're stunning."

"Turn me back!" You screech in your new, girly voice. You could already feel a desperate need to fart within moments of your last release. The pressure was enough to distract you completely. Holding it back left your stomach aching. You squeeze your thighs together tightly, but that does nothing to stop you from releasing another massive fart - your stomach gurgling loudly with its release. You grunt loudly as another expulsion of gas follows, nearly rendering you breathless. The woman wags a finger in front of your face and gives you a sour look. "It's too late for that! Besides, you agreed to this, didn't you?"

You decline to answer. It doesn't take very long for that sour expression of hers to give way to one of excitement. "Oh! That's right! Now that we're besties, we get to hang out! Come to my place tonight, we're going to the club, got it? Won't that be exciting, my lovely little whale? Don't give me that look, I'll help you with your makeup and everything. Just remember to make me look good out there, alright gassy?" She questions, pressing her palm into your stomach, forcing you to answer her with a lengthy fart. "Don't worry. I'll give you plenty of thanks after."

With that, she turned away, leaving you in the middle of the forest to gather your thoughts. Shivering, you begin to waddle back home, fretting at your constant farting every step of the way, wondering just what kind of life your new best friend has in store for you...

Put Them On

Turning over your laundry hamper you allow all of your clean clothes to tumble onto your bed so that you can organize them.You can't help but notice a humongous pair of panties conveniently seated at the peak of the pile of clothes before you as you toss your hamper aside. You scrunch your face up in confusion; how did this get here and who do they even belong to?

You're unable to contain a baffled, awe-struck expression as you hold the panties up to examine them: They're enormous, you figure you could fit your entire body into one of the leg holes with ease. Worse yet was the fact that they didn't seem to be clean as if they didn't even go through the washer at all. The oversized panties were soaked and had a strong, earthy scent to them that suggests their former owner wore them for more than a few days. 

Just as you place the panties back down onto the pile of clothing, a strange sensation washes over you as you continue to gawk down at the absurdly sized underwear. Your heart pounds in your chest as a strange, perverse sense of excitement creeps into your mind: Put them on, your thoughts ring out, urged on by that building excitement. You can't believe you're actually going to do this even if it just seems right. You quickly pull your clothing off and step into the panties, gripping the cool, moist fabric up your legs, watching with a slight hint of amusement at how they didn't fit you by any stretch of the imagination. You shudder and exhale hotly as the damp fabric presses against your groin. As you stand there in the middle of the room, holding the soaked panties against your body, your vision steadily begins to blur. You're unable to stop yourself from collapsing onto your bed as a heavy, weighty presence settles in the core of your being.

"No.. Wait, no.." You protest weakly against some unseen assailant, groaning as the strange, heavy sensation spreads throughout your entire body. You struggle to make out the sight of your expanding body through your blurred vision as your senses attempt to keep up with your rapid changes. A feminine moan escapes your mouth as you lean forward sluggishly, pressing your thickening fingers into the sides of your ballooning belly. You can feel your arms press into the sides of your expanding breasts. You frantically grope along the underside of your belly and along your groin, only to find that your manhood was gone without a trace. You can feel the bed buckle at your increasing weight while your ass explodes in size. Finally, the entire array of strange sensations begins to subside as the panties become a snug fit on your new body and then some, allowing you to get a good look at yourself. The effort of lifting your new body from your bed leaves you lightheaded and gasping for breath; you can feel sweat forming within your rolls and beneath your arms.

You can't help but shriek at the sight that meets you. Somehow, the panties rewrote your being entirely leaving you as this morbidly obese woman that you've never seen in your entire life. At some point during the process, a fitting bra materialized across your sizeable breasts preserving some of your modesty, but that was hardly any consolation for you now. You stare into your bedroom mirror, its reflection depicting an exhausted, red-faced woman with tears flowing down her red cheeks. Your stomach churns and groans violently, forcing you to pause to vent a humongous, shuddering belch that left your ears ringing. You were now unmistakably obese, easily one of the fattest girls you've ever seen in your life. The way your belly jiggles and sways with every step along with the ridiculous weight of your ass slowing you to a crawl leaves you cringing with embarrassment.

The sharp scent of sweat interrupts your frantic gazing forcing you to slow down for a moment. You feel along the back of the panties that were now wedged against your titanic ass only to discover they were more soaked than when you first found them. Even the bra that was digging into the upper half of your gut was already damp with sweat. With a frustrated groan, you settle in for the evening. You try peeling the soaked panties from your obese body but the damage is clearly done; you remain stuck as this woman without any way of going back.

A few weeks pass while you struggle to conform to your new identity. Life was exceedingly difficult, especially when you found out that the panties changed you and nothing else whatsoever, leaving you feeling trapped in what was once your reality. Finding a new job along with settling everything else was a challenge in itself and left you far more exhausted than you'd care to admit to. You find yourself sitting on the couch one evening just as you're closing in on the fourth week of your new life. A massive, sudden fart erupts from your ass, the horrid stench a quick reminder as to why you don't bother to go out anymore and prefer to live the life of a shut-in. You gradually peel your sweat-soaked thighs apart, the awful stench wafting through your apartment amplifying as you plunge a hand between your thighs, moaning softly as your sausage fingers press against your soaked slit. At the very least you had a good way of passing the time from now on..

Quick Announcement

 Hi everyone, sorry for going to quiet as of late. I just ran out of steam and have been focusing on some other things. Not to worry, I'll be back soon enough!

A Date To Remember

A week had passed since your fateful encounter with that horrid witch and the results were life changing to say the very least. Whatever you had done, it came with a heavy price; the witch rewrote your reality entirely changing you into an gross, obese woman in front of the entire bar. Your very first memories of your new life involved being humiliated in front of an entire crowd of people with you running away as fast as your new body could take you. Your recollection of what came before all this was foggy at best along with the rest of your old life, but you knew you fucked up in some catastrophic way. Now you sat here, in the darkness of your room, dealing with the consequences brought on by someone you no longer were. 

The first few days were troublesome and left you sorely wanting. Whatever the witch had done to you, it also ensured that life would be as excruciatingly difficult as possible. First and most obvious was your newfound weight, you were easily the fattest woman you've seen in public so far, not that going out was a common occurrence for you anymore. It was blatantly obvious that the person you became neglected exercise to the point of undue hardship. You were pathetic, barely capable of mustering the strength of a child let alone the strength required to move around with your immense frame; the endless struggle with your weight was one that would never end. Your tits were always in the way, your ass constantly bumping into everything, the bulging rolls of your belly eating up what little space remains in front of you. Sweating buckets wasn't exactly an exaggeration when it came to you either. Even the chill of your overworked air conditioning could only hold it back so much, the ever-present odor of sweat easily perceptible around you particularly between your thighs and within your plunging cleavage. Your stomach became a constant concern as well once you quickly discovered you were inflicted with a monstrous flatulence problem. You were constantly saturating the air around you with the acrid stench of your noisy, wet farts. They never seemed to stop and you found it impossible to get used to the smell. You felt terrible for anyone that had to share a room with you - including yourself - as well as anyone who had the displeasure of being trapped downwind of you. Relief was a rarity, allowing you only a handful of minutes to freshen up until you ruined it all again.

By the time the weekend was in sight, you began to feel frustrated. The witch sure didn't care one bit when she dumped you into this life, she didn't even care to rearrange your old one! It sure felt strange sitting in an unfamiliar apartment, the various trinkets around you holding no meaning whatsoever while your wardrobe was essentially worthless. At the very least your old apartment had a variety of creature comforts and entertainment options to keep you distracted. Going outside was simply out of the question, your social life was effectively crippled by everything about you. Still, you felt a deep sense of longing. You had to get out there, try and introduce your new self to the world, find someone to take good care of you. 

Luck and an unhealthy amount of persistence finally paid off. You decide to open a dating profile. Minutes blur into hours as you struggle to make yourself look as appealing as possible. You make sure to emphasize the size of your huge tits in almost every one of your photos while taking care to hide your prominent double chin. Your extraordinary size guarantees that your prospects are few and far in between, but you finally hit it off with a guy who takes a very keen interest in you. After arranging a dinner date at a nearby restaurant, you couldn't help but feel excited, it was a light at the end of a tunnel. Obviously, there was a lot of work ahead. You spent all of Friday eating as little as possible in a desperate attempt to keep your gas contained while doing everything possible to doll yourself up. Multiple showers, almost an entire stick of deodorant, a freshly washed dress, and a cramped, humid bathroom that smells like rot. This is as ready as you could ever get.

Things got off to a worrying start once your date came around, eying you up and down. You could see a subtle hint of disgust flash across his face for a moment until his eyes fall upon your tits for a few solid seconds. You didn't find him all that ideal but this was your only chance, wasn't it? You smile and introduce yourself before leaning off to the side to grope around the seat beside you, an excuse to flash your date a view of your obscenely massive ass. As expected, your date remains focused on your ass until he's seated. You decide to make small talk while you order, getting yourself a large glass of soda while the two of you awkwardly trudge through surface level topics. Somehow, you find yourself getting a little engrossed, excited even. This is the first time you've had an actual conversation in what felt like forever. Just as you open your mouth to gush about a show you've been watching, a noisy gurgle from your stomach interrupts you. You were starving. "I..I haven't eaten all day.." You quickly make an excuse, but your date gives you a look that suggests he doesn't believe you whatsoever. You neglect to mention that your breakfast consisted of a full pizza from the night before, but that didn't count. Trying to disperse the awkward tension, you lean against the table before you, watching as your date's gaze casually drifts downwards to gawk at your enormous tits propped up by the table.

Your efforts ultimate prove futile as you lean back, exposing two great circles of sweat as your breasts slap against your belly audibly. You pretend not to notice them but your reddening face gives it all away. Your date looks off to the side, pulling out his phone for a quick moment. "T-The food should be here soon.." You say in an attempt to break the silence.

"Uh-huh."

"Do you have any plans after tonight..?"

"Some friends want to hang out in a few hours."

"C-Can I.."

"Oh, it's nothing you'd be interested in."

"Do you want to come back to my place?" You pose the question as strained as ever, trying not to come off as hilariously desperate. In response, he flashes you a devious grin. It quickly became clear to you that this guy wasn't as interested in you as you were led to believe. His halfhearted answers and constant gawking made it clear that he wanted nothing more than to fuck you and run as far away as he could possible get. The thought bounces around your head, leaving you silent as you grind you sweat-soaked thighs against one another. Shit, not now! You were starting to feel wet and that wasn't the least of your worries. An all too familiar pressure swells within your belly, steadily accruing without any end in sight. Fuck, please, not now! I did everything right! Your thoughts race. You recall sitting on the toilet, grunting and moaning from the monumental effort of venting uproarious, putrid farts that left your bathroom feeling more like a sauna than anything else. You scoot towards the opening of the booth, your date chuckling as the damp, sticky noise that results from peeling your drenched thighs from your seat. 

Everything was coming undone, and fast. Beads of sweat roll down your pudgy cheeks and tumble onto your dress below. The sweat from your cleavage was starting to leave a long, dark line down the front of your dress, your flanks suffering a similar fate. You had to save yourself, and fast. "P..Please give me a moment to use the washroom, I-I.." He nods carelessly. Still, your date kept a close eye on the way your ass shifts and bulges against your dress even as you continue to struggle. There was some hope. I can't fucking believe this.. Please, just a little more. I want him so badly, why am I fucking this up? You feel the horrid sting of regret once you swing one massive, cumbersome thigh over the edge of the booth, only for you to inadvertently press your stomach into the edge of the table. You're left absolutely dumbstruck as that intense pressure quickly releases in the form of the most thunderous, ear-piercing fart you've ever made in your entire life. The harsh noise is only amplified by the ridiculous size of your ass. The noxious odor is thankfully contained to your corner of the restaurant, not that it matters anymore, you practically announced the end of your date to nearly a hundred people. You can hear the clatter of cutlery and dishes, the entire restaurant was staring at you. Your date's disgust can hardly be contained. All trace of desire and perversion were erased. You fight to contain your emotions. "I, uhh, need to wash my hands." He murmurs, getting up to leave, leaving you in the aftermath of the only date you could manage to get. Over five agonizing minutes pass and your date is still absent, the restaurant effectively back to normal even though you can hear several horrid comments regarding your weight among other details. You remain silent even as your food arrives, only weakly asking the giggling waitress if you could have the bill - he wasn't coming back. You glance around the restaurant before unceremoniously dumping your date's meal alongside your own before making your way home as quickly as possible, ignoring the various comments made behind our back as you waddle out of the restaurant. 

 

You spend the remainder of the evening stuffing your face after deleting your dating profile, the noise of the television in the background unable to mask the noise of your endless chewing and flatulence. Tears stream down your face, ruining your thick makeup, your vision blurs as you messily cram entire handfuls of food into your mouth leaving a wide array of stains all around your pale body. Before long you had a hand crammed beneath your stomach, feverishly working your drenched pussy. The low, steady heat of arousal didn't let up one bit even after the worst date in your entire life. You figure it was just another treat by that cursed bitch of a witch. As you easily work yourself up to climax after explosive climax, you reluctantly begin to accept your life as a massive shut-in of a slob.

A Ritual Gone Wrong

The idea of summoning a succubus was ludicrous to you bordering on the absolute unhinged but the more you read the more you couldn't help but feel morbidly curious. It was a quiet Saturday evening after all and you hadn't planned a thing beyond watching videos and playing video games. After reading a number of stories of impossible fantasies fulfilled and inescapable nights of endless pleasure you were quickly convinced. You do a quick search and navigate to one of the top pages, the ritual seems simple enough: Sketch out a circle with all sorts of otherworldly symbols and speak the accompanying words of power. By the time the sun went down you were completely prepared. Drawing your curtains shut, you light a number of candles that you place around the circumference of the circle. Inhaling sharply, you speak the supposed words of power. What comes out of your mouth sounds strangely muted and gives you a sensation similar to brain freeze. You feel a slight tug upon your body, drawing you towards the circle.

You stumble backwards just in time to notice the circle glowing faintly. Assuming it's some sort of trick, you rub your eyes, watching as the air shifts and obscures before you. A pale, gorgeous woman shimmers into existence before you, her curvaceous silhouette framed by a long curtain of dark hair. She has a petite pair of horns that jut out from her thick bed of black hair. "B..But how.." You begin, only to shut up as she steps out of the circle, walking towards you with a confident swaying gait, a hand tucked against one of her flanks as she looks you over. "What a treat." She finally says, her voice sultry and calming. You couldn't decide whether to be afraid or aroused.

"S-So," You stammer with a shake of your head, "You're mine for the evening, right? That's how the ritual goes?" The supposed succubus frowns and pokes a finger into your chest. "Are you serious? Silly boy, did you even read what you just conjured up?" A look of pity washes across her face for a moment but it doesn't last very long. She licks her lips and leans in nice and close, "Let me spell it out for you nice and slowly. You aren't here for your pleasure, you're here for my pleasure." Before you could get a word in, the succubus pushes you back onto your bed and straddles your lap, her spade-tipped tail curling around your thigh. She breathes hotly along your face before drawing you into a deep and passionate kiss. You relax and lean into her. You shiver with excitement at the sensation of her fingers trailing down your shirt to hook into the waistband of your shorts. This was going to be the best night of your life, even if the otherworldly beauty before you was just a little disturbing. These thoughts were quickly driven from your mind as her fingers curl around your cock, bringing it to life with a single squeeze. Your fantasy made reality is quickly brought to a screeching halt as the succubus presses her palm against your groin, an intense heat forcing you to sit up straight. Within moments, you feel a strange emptiness between your legs yet the heat remains. "W-What are you..?" You begin to murmur, but the succubus silences you with a quick kiss.

"Shh..."

Panic begins to set in but there's little you can do. Some unseen force is keeping you paralyzed. The succubus regards you with a mischievous and hungry look as she runs her hands down your sides, that all too familiar heat spreading around your body from your crotch. You stare downwards just in time to watch heavy pockets of fat erupt from your figure, your changing body jiggling violently as more and more weight settles on your frame. You feel your hair brush against your back as your burgeoning breasts settle upon your quaking stomach. You can feel your bed buckle from your ballooning weight, its frame screaming in protest beneath you. It's very clear that she's turning you into a woman and she wasn't stopping there. "You're going to be so disgusting when I'm done with you." She moans into your ear, running her hands along your widening body like a woman possessed. Though you struggle to peer over your massive breasts, you can spot that spade-tipped tail pressing against the crotch of her panties - at least someone was having fun. With a snap of her fingers, your clothes shift and crawl around your body, reshaping themselves into a white pair of panties and a bra that were obviously a few sizes too small. You watch as she skips around you merrily as if enjoying herself for the first time in centuries, her expression the very definition of happiness. If you weren't in such a predicament, you might have found her cute. Grinning, she explores your body, digging her hands underneath the immense fold of the lower half of your belly, shaking it, delighting in the way your strained underwear hugs your obese body. "Just a bit more..." She coos, her voice hot and heavy with lust. 

You groan as she continues to probe your body, first by squeezing your breasts together. That warmth again. You shiver and lean back against the couch, crying out in raw pleasure as your breasts swell heavier and fatter. "Ooh? Did that feel good, my little whale?" You refuse to answer but your shocked, reddened face told her all she needed to know. "By the time I'm done, maybe you'll change your tone." With a soft giggle, the succubus slams her hands against your belly once again before leaning in, biting the upper fold of your belly firmly. You feel the heat intensify towards your stomach, coalescing around where she bit. She massages your belly, the result isn't comfortable or relaxing at all. In fact, it's the opposite. You writhe against your bed as her fingers  dip into your very being, changing you, sculpting you, molding you to fit her darkest and most carnal desires. 

You were noticeably even fatter than before, the lower half of your belly spilling over your panties and onto your spacious lap. Her hands slide down towards your ass. Your stomach churns and burbles loudly, forcing you to double over as you expel the loudest, most unladylike fart you've ever heard in your entire life. You stare off to the side in complete and utter humiliation, tears streaming down your face. You fart again and again as the succubus sinks her fingers into your ass, expanding it in slow, teasing waves, ensuring that it became one of your biggest features. The heat returns again, lingering around your obese body, blanketing you like a humid Summer day. Within seconds, your body was shimmering with sweat, the excited succubus dragging her lengthy, pointed tongue around the vast surface of your ass, lapping up as much of it as she can. "Fuck.. I think you're perfect, Emily..." She coos, saying what must have been your new name in a teasing, mocking tone.

You feel strange as her spell lifts, freeing you from paralysis. Every little movement feels like a chore now as you move to stand, even lifting your arms left your muscles aching. The way your new body wobbles and moves leaves you stranded on the edge of your bed. "To make sure you don't run off and get skinny on me, gassy." She explains casually as she squeezes your doughy thigh, devoid of any muscle. She pauses as a hiss of flatulence bubbles out from your ass, a satisfied gasp escaping your lips. "Lifting all that ass is really going to make you sweat." Another noisy fart forces its way out of you, the resulting sound and sensation leaves you feeling wet and horribly embarrassed. As if by instinct, you find yourself reaching down to tease your new sex but you stop yourself, instead pressing your palms into your belly. The succubus takes note, "A little gift to make your life more exciting while I'm gone." She chimes, leaning down to kiss you, squishing her sizeable tits against your own. You notice that, despite your size, she was much bustier than you. "You're mine now, do you understand?" You gawk at her in confusion before she shoves a hand underneath your belly and against your drooling pussy, pinching your clit between her fingers. You moan hotly, spreading your titanic thighs like the fat, gassy slut you are. The succubus squeals in delight before withdrawing her hand, looking over you with an overwhelming expression of pride - she can hardly take her eyes off of you now. "Thankfully I won't have to worry about you jumping on the first cock in sight like this; I am a very jealous mistress I'll have you know. Explore your new self and squeeze into something sexy by tomorrow night, understand? I'll be back to give you the best night of your life." 

And with that, she disappears in a puff of smoke. Were you two a thing now? What does that mean for you? You had all of Sunday to focus on that until she was back. You sigh as you reluctantly settle against your creaking bed, closing your watery eyes as you struggle to fit a pudgy hand underneath your belly and between your thighs, the offensive odor of endless sweat and constant flatulence overwhelming your senses. As your doughy fingers press against the folds of your slit, you can't help but imagine how you must have looked from her point of view. The offensive, pathetic sight of an obese woman desperately trying to get off, the air humid and clammy with your stench, your eager, girly moans intermixed with wet, booming farts that don't seem to stop. It only takes you a matter of minutes to work yourself to an explosive, mind-numbing climax. This was going to be the longest night of your new life.

The Closet of Mysteries

You've been searching high and low for that stupid remote for all morning yet it hasn't turned up anywhere. You sit on your bed with a frustrated huff only for you to realize: "Oh, of course!" You announce, turning your gaze towards your closet - the only the place you hadn't thought of checking. "Figures it would be here.." You grumble, stepping up to the door, sliding it open in a single, swift motion. Expecting to see the usual pile of clutter and clothes, your mouth was left agape as the inside of your closet is revealed to be another room entirely. You gaze around the room, wincing at a mysterious, warm breeze that wraps around your face before drifting into your room. You hear birds chirping on the other end. Even more bizarre is the room itself; it looks as if it came straight out of Japan. You note the tatami flooring and paper doors in addition to the general decor. Was this some kind of practical joke? Feeling morbidly curious, you step into your closet, only for you collapse forward as a sudden weight sends you straight to the ground.

Slamming against the floor, a belch rockets out of your mouth before you can get a bearing on anything. Inky locks of black hair spill into your eyes. You feel numb and cumbersome. Things go from strange to nightmarish as your vision settles; you can't help but notice your arms bulging in your peripheral vision, your limbs swollen with heavy pockets of doughy fat. Directing your gaze further down reveals that your arms were forcibly pressing into the side of what appears to be a huge pair of tits tightly bound in a snug, black top. You gawk for a moment as if in a trance, finally managing to peel your eyes from your plunging cleavage to the rest of your body. As you gaze back, the first thing you're met with is the mountainous swell of your colossal ass framed by a pair of vast, padded hips, your modesty just barely preserved by a pair of exhausted panties - the fabric drenched with sweat. You writhe against the floor, swaying those doughy cheeks from side to side in a desperate attempt to stand up. You fret at the sight of your double belly, its wide rolls of jiggling, humid flesh pressing against the floor beneath you. 

"There's just no fucking way," You sputter in between heavy gasps for breath, your new voice cute and feminine, "I have to be dreaming, this isn't me.." Even taking inventory of yourself was exhausting and you decide to catch your breath by leaning forward; the extra pressure against your stomach leaves you feeling nauseous. You groan as the aching gets worse, the uncomfortable sensation leaves you squirming as it travels to your backside. Relief finally comes in the form of a roaring cacophony of flatulence from your gigantic ass, the horrid, discordant noise amplified by the extreme size of your ass cheeks. The smell is more than enough to give you pause.

After exhausting yourself, you sluggishly work your chunky thighs beneath your stomach, those twin pillars peeling apart with a wet, sticky noise. Using the obscene weight of your ass as a counterbalance, you were finally seated, allowing you to get a better look at yourself. There was no denying it, you were someone else entirely, a blatantly obese Asian woman. You stare down at your pudgy hands as emotion slowly begins to overwhelm you. How could this happen? One moment you were you and the next you were this revolting hog of a woman. 

With a dreadful sigh you turn your head back to where you emerged from only for the sight to set you into a panic. The light on the other end of the closet - your room - was stretching further and further away from you growing more distant and faint by the second. Fear and horror overwhelm you at the sight; you didn't want to find out what would happen if you stuck around. You lean forward, using the weight of your stomach to pull you onto your knees. Bracing your useless arms underneath yourself, you fight with every fiber of your being to pull yourself up to your feet. The effort required was unreasonable, you could feel sweat building up within your folds by the stand you were standing.

You attempt a brisk walk back into the closet but the most you can achieve is an exaggerated waddle. The weight of your body throws you from side to side, the sensation of your heavyset body bouncing and rippling more than enough to leave you cringing. You would have to run, but at the lofty weight of 350 pounds this just wasn't possible. Plentiful drops of sweat tumble into your cleavage with every laboring step scattering droplets all around you. Loud, abrupt hisses of gas squeeze out from your ass, urged on by your efforts. The light is getting closer despite the hallway stretching on and on. The sight of your room comes into focus, you're so close! Your muscles burn and throb, you could collapse at any minute but you manage to push through, heaving yourself through the closet door just as it shuts behind you - not a moment too soon.

But, something was wrong - very wrong. You didn't change back. "No, no, NO!" You screech, grabbing at the upper half of your belly as if trying to yank the fat off of you - the most you can do is make yourself wobble.

Hours pass before you manage to settle down for the evening. You spent the afternoon on your bed, looking at yourself again and again, wondering whether you'll wake up anytime soon. Much of your time was spent trying to relieve the constant pressure within your stomach but you only succeeded in making your room reek of sweat and flatulence. Your constant farting was beyond nasty and humiliating, you struggle to think of what kind of life you'll have left after all of this. A gnawing, demanding hunger soon became apparent, forcing you to scour your fridge for anything to stuff your face with. Worse yet was the fact that those strange sensations just wouldn't stop as if the room wasn't done with you in spite of your escape. You could feel an intense heat stir within your new slit as you lift a monumental ass cheek to vent yet another fart. Was all of this starting to turn you on? You would have to push such thoughts to the back of your mind as your phone buzzes, as if you need any more distractions. "Hey we're here for movie night, open up!!" reads the message just before you hear a firm knock at your door. Your heart leaps into your throat. Oh shit. You forgot.

A Heavy Challenge

You open your mouth to protest but it was far too late, the magic was working much too quickly. You struggled, panted, and wheezed from side to side as your body swells all over, heavy layers of fat distorting your once toned figure. A feminine grunt escapes your mouth as you struggle to wedge your knees beneath your burgeoning belly, the most you succeed in doing is lifting your sizeable ass into the air. You thought you came here to get laid, but you were terribly, terribly wrong.

The woman before you cackles as she marvels at her work, prancing around your expanding frame, poking and prodding at your bloated curves, murmuring to herself excitedly. At some point during the her life-changing spell, you discovered that your masculinity was all but gone - you were now a woman. Dark locks of lengthy, black hair spill into your eyes as you peer downward, shrieking at the sight of your bloated body. To say you were getting fat was an understatement, you were becoming blatantly obese. The woman makes little oinking noises as she pats the side of your thickening gut. At some point during the transformation, your clothes had exploded off of you; you didn't notice, far too focused on the smirking woman probing along your portly body.

"What the fuck did you do to me you crazy bitch!?" You scream in an unfamiliar voice, sounding like some hysterical woman, "Turn me back, I'm not fucking dating your fat cow of a friend!"A dour frown flashes across the woman's face as she rolls her eyes, stepping around to your side to plant her hands against your thick butt, her fingers sinking into the soft, pliable flesh. You feel an intense heat erupt from her fingertips before your ass doubles in size in nearly an instant, expanding to the point of exaggerated enormity. You must have looked ridiculous on all fours, your mountainous ass prominently stuck in the air like you were about to be fucked. The spell continues unabated, ensuring that a few extra handfuls of pounds were distributed along your lumpy silhouette.

Finally her magic ceased, and the effects were disheartening to say the least. Not a trace of your former self remained save for the color of your eyes. It was as if you were a whole new person. You were left in shock as the woman hooks her arm underneath your own, gracefully heaving you up until you were shakily standing. With a carefree smile and a flick of her wrist, you watch as the discarded scraps of clothing that once made up your outfit shimmer and flutter off the ground, whirling around your heavyset frame and clinging tightly, turning into a new outfit for someone of your size. It was skimpy and didn't look very flattering on your obese body, but it would have to do for now.

You barely have time to gather your thoughts as the woman waves a hand across your face, causing a soft tingle to spread across your round features. You scrunch your face and wrinkle your nose, opening your eyes to see that she was holding a mirror up in front of you. The unfamiliar face before you was dolled up to the point of absurdity with makeup thick enough to scrape off with a butter knife. You pout. What a plain and unattractive face. "Here's the deal piggy," She finally says, trying her hardest to maintain a straight face at the sight of you, "If you can find someone willing to fuck you then I'll turn you back. Simple as that. Otherwise, how does 'Emily' sound?" She says with a rude laugh and turns towards the door. "I think you've got about three hours until everyone here ends up too drunk to lay. How's that sound?" She questions, swinging the door to the bedroom open. The noise of the party breaks the relative silence of the room. You feel intense anxiety blanketing your entire body; you can barely move.

"I'm really looking forward to see how you manage. Try not to come off as too desperate piggy or you'll really be in trouble. Ciao!" And with that, she walks out the door without skipping a beat, leaving you dumbstruck. As the party rages on and the clock begins to tick, you struggle to come to terms with how you would deal with this.

The New Boyfriend

You drum up a dreamy sigh once you finish going through your notes, leaning up against your girlfriend before joining your arm around her shoulders, effectively reeling her in for some lazy snuggling. Exams were coming up which meant you were about to spend a lovely vacation with Nicole, the love of your life. As you lay your chin upon her shoulder, you spot her out of the corner of your eye watching the two of you again. You sigh and shoot the woman a sour look. That alternative fatty gawking at the two of you from down the hall was none other than Kayla. She was one of your girlfriend's best friends years ago yet that was no longer the case for some vague reason. You neglected to find out why. Ever since then, it was like she was obsessed with Nicole, doing everything she could to rekindle their relationship again - even going as far as to get a job at the university she went to. You figure she tried something some years back, or maybe she was simply a weirdo.

After you and Nicole became a thing, you figured it was best to ignore her despite the many, many times you've caught her staring around the campus. It wasn't like she was well hidden. Based on her weight alone, you would have no trouble picking out the unmistakably heavyset Kayla from any kind of crowd; it didn't help that she sometimes flooded your girlfriend's phone with all sorts of pictures of herself as if she and Nicole still got along just fine.

You debate leaving your girlfriend to confront her - this is the third time this week you've spotted her and it was only Tuesday morning. Your train of thought is interrupted as you notice Kayla slumping forward, her eyes rolling up into her head, her spongy belly bulging against the wall she was hiding behind. Before you can even think of how to react, your entire world goes black.

You feel weightless and formless as you flutter along what appears to be a dark corridor that stretches into eternity. You can hear faint, disembodied voices around you, an intercom echoing in the distance, footsteps all around you. The corridor seems to open up as you drift along, bathing you in fluorescent lighting. A sudden weight brings you back to reality as you scramble to hold onto the wall before you. Wait a second. Weren't you just sitting down? Your blurred vision takes a while to adjust, your gaze falling upon what appeared to be you and your girlfriend sitting in one of those study booths, lazily snuggling. You notice yourself kissing along your girlfriend's jaw before whispering something in her ear.

Finally, you decide to look down, only to find that your vision was blocked by a pair of sizeable tits stuffed into a snug hoodie. It finally dawns on you that you were somehow Kayla. Was this a dream? You couldn't even begin to fathom how you would explain this to Nicole, let alone fixing your predicament in the first place. Within your haze of thoughts, it takes you forever to notice your former self approaching you. In a sudden jolt of anxiety, you take off towards a lonesome hall of the university. 

Every single step was laborious as your doughy thighs slap and grind together. You panted and wheezed as you struggled to duck underneath the caution tape. What were you even trying to accomplish? That question would have to go unanswered as your old self grabs you by your shoulders, easily shoving you against a locker. You felt strange as your flabby body jiggled and shook. You fought to regain your composure, and to catch your breath.

"Do you have any idea how long I've struggled?" You hear yourself say as you struggle to crane your neck up enough to meet his gaze. You were easily a head and a half shorter than your old self and much weaker. You couldn't hope to escape now. "I try everything I can get to get close to Nicole and you walk in and steal her away from me like you're the best thing that's ever happened to her!" He says in a threatening tone, squeezing your shoulders. "She's mine!" Your vision blurs as the tears start. "But now I'm free of that, and I have you to thank for everything. So how about a few parting gifts to ensure that you'll be too busy picking up the pieces of your new life to interrupt mine?"

You have no idea what she meant, though it doesn't take you long to find out. What was a strange dream quickly started to become a nightmare as you notice his eyes shimmering a sickly green. Coils and arcs of foul, green energy erupt from his hands, coating them in a strange glow. You're unable to prevent Kayla from shoving his hand up your hoodie and onto your belly, sending shocks throughout your body. You open your mouth to gasp and Kayla closes in, locking you into an emotionless kiss.

Your eyes widen and you struggle, but your efforts are pointless. Kayla begins to exhale into your mouth, his breath disgusting and unending. Tears stream down your face as you're forced to inhale this revolting stench. You grip his wrists and try to force him away but it's quickly apparent that you aren't going anywhere. Your stomach swells as Kayla pulls away with a wicked grin. Your body feels strange and hot, and there's a strange, persistent tugging sensation all around your new being. You slump against the wall in a daze. "There!" Kayla says triumphantly with a brilliant smile. "Now that you're out of the way, I think you should hurry home before you explode out of those clothes. You wouldn't want to ruin your reputation any further, right piggy?"

Kayla's words become apparent as you glance down. Your body is slowly, but steadily putting on weight before your very eyes. Your petite pouch of a belly blew up, bulging out from underneath your hoodie and against your groin. You could feel your thighs squish and meet together, your ass pressing and spreading across the wall you were leaning up against. In a panic, you flee the hallway, your mind adrift in a sea of confusion. There was no way you could confront Nicole like this, so you would have to bide your time or something. You end up treating more than a few dozen students to the sight of a chubby, red-faced woman, her pale doughy body squeezed into clothing a few sizes too small, lumbering through the hall and out onto the campus.

It takes forever, but you're finally back at what must have been Kayla's apartment, an absolute pigsty of what could be considered a home. Fast food wrappers were strewn about the floor along with dirty clothes. You walk towards the bathroom, clumsily kicking a discarded bra out of frustration. It seems that Kayla's curse has finally worked its course on you yet you could still feel the strange bloated sensation bouncing around your abdomen, ruining your body further. Your phone rings and you look down. It was a text from your number reading "Progress pics ;)" You sigh reluctantly and take a picture of yourself to send to your former self.

There was no hiding it. It was as if you were a completely different woman than Kayla, at least one that doubled in size within the span of an hour. You were enormous. You squeeze a handful of your belly, its texture like that of pudding, your chubby fingers disappearing from sight. Your breasts barely grew more than a cup size even though you were significantly fatter. You sigh, laying a hand against one of your breasts before turning around to look at your ass. You cringe at the sheer size of it. Each cheek was enormous, jutting out from your back to form a subtle shelf. You miss your old body so much. Your pale body jiggles and sways as you continue to probe around.

Your phone beeps again. "It's almost done!" reads the next text. You decline to answer, focusing instead on your body as the bloated sensation returns more fiercely than ever. You lean against the countertop and groan as a powerful pressure builds towards your backside. You try holding it back, but your efforts prove fruitless as a massive, lengthy fart explodes from your enormous ass. You pant as you shove yourself away from the counter, waddling back to your living room, the flatulence continues unabated as your humongous ass finds purchase against a crummy couch. You gaze down in a panic. You didn't exert yourself that much, yet your blouse and panties were absolutely drenched in sweat. You reach back to adjust your panties, cringing at how the soaked fabric clings to your enormous ass.

You frantically text your number back as the humiliation sets in. No answer. You continue to try, but Kayla only seems interested enough to leave you on read. You couldn't allow yourself to be stuck as this gassy hippo of a woman - you were a man! You have a girlfriend, and a scholarship, and...

It's been two weeks since that fateful day and you were still just as dismayed as the moment it happened. Though you haven't worked up the courage to confront your old body about it, you were sure that tomorrow would be the day. Just as Kayla said, you found yourself struggling to pick up the pieces of your new life. It wasn't even two days when you found yourself fired from your job as a lunch lady for the university after one of the students complained that your tit-sweat was dripping into the trays. Holding in your farts for that long was too difficult anyway, and the faculty were starting to get suspicious from your constant bathroom breaks. 

You struggle to cope with your new body by enjoying what little you could enjoy. It took you hours to work up the courage to finger yourself at first, and it wasn't long until this became a frequent activity and source of relief for you. The act required a little too much effort on your part and the horrid stench of both you and your apartment delayed your climax. It wouldn't take you very long to look past your smell - this was you now after all, and you had to have some kind of release. As your thoughts drift, you could only think of how you would look to your old self: The pathetic sight of a massive woman propped up against up against her couch, gasping for breath and venting farts as she clumsily works a hand beneath her belly to tease her sex.

Sometimes Kayla would text you, showing off the various things she was getting up to, whether it was flashy vacations or intense sessions of lovemaking. While he was out obsessing over Nicole, you were stuck inside her dirty apartment, the air stale and heavy with the stench of flatulence and sweat, trying to figure out how you would even begin to pay your bills. The answer came in the form of a text from your old self: A website link accompanied by credentials. You navigate to the site and find that it's a cam-whore site, with Kayla having signed up some time back. You try your luck but your dwindling fan base wonders what ever happened to the cute, pudgy goth you once were. 

Still, you persist, doing your best to scratch out some kind of existence even if your viewership was abysmal. As the weekend drew close, you sat yourself down upon your bed during another lonely evening, the frame creaking in annoyance as it buckles inwards. You adjust your lingerie and check your makeup, taking a moment to force out a wet, reverberating fart that lasts for several seconds. Finally, you turn on your camera. You weren't even halfway into your show when you received a donation, the smallest possible amount, from someone named Nicole. Your heart soars until your eyes fall upon the message, "Fart for us piggy!" Your face reddens and you quickly shut off the camera. With a heavy sigh, you stare into the reflection of your doughy face in your computer monitor. "I guess I'll have to make a new account tomorrow.." You murmur, completely defeated, turning your attention back to your screen and aching pussy.

 

The Other Side

Your phone's clock rolls over to 3:00 AM as your sleepy eyes lazily move along a series of creepypastas, each one more ridiculous than the next. From Korean elevator games to secret Soviet projects and installations, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at what came up next.

Another game by the looks of it. One that you've seen done to death around the Internet. It was easy, really. All you would have to do is phone or text yourself and you would apparently meet your doppelganger. You chuckle at the absurdity of it as you sit up in your bed, a morbid feeling of curiosity gradually overtaking you. You minimize the application on your phone and begin to tap in your own number, holding it up to your ear as it dials. Just as you're about to put your phone down, someone appears to pick it up. You hear breathing on the other end - your breathing? "Hello..?" You begin.

"Oh!" You hear a surprised, feminine voice on the other end. "It's you, finally!" She concludes. You quickly turn your phone over. That was your number, no doubt about it. Just what was going on? You hold the handset back up to your ear. You're at a complete loss for words. Were you dreaming? "I have a surprise for you," She pipes up excitedly, "Go to the bathroom." 

You see no reason not to comply, and as if in a trance, you walk towards the bathroom and flip the switch. What meets you is the last thing you ever expected. Standing in the mirror, holding her phone up, was the woman you were speaking to. You walk towards her, stupefied. "That's it," she chimes.

She smiles brilliantly upon seeing you. She looked nothing like what you'd expect your doppelganger to be. The woman before you was unmistakably obese. Her bathroom, while looking like your own, was almost completely different in its own way. Messy piles of clothing were strewn about the room, a hilariously oversized thong draped over the corner of the sink in a manner that could best be described as trashy. You're unable to discern anything else as she steps closer to the mirror, bulging out of the frame with her enormous body. "Come closer," she pleads, "Why don't we get to know one another?"

 

You notice her reaching out to touch the mirror, her belly sinking into the edge of the countertop, bulging into the sink below, her heavy breasts slapping together. The mirror fogs up as she closes in, the woman beckoning you closer. Despite this unfathomable scenario sounding more like an actual creepypasta by the second, you lean in, holding your hand up to the mirror. "Finally," She hisses softly, "It's all going to be over."

As soon as your hands touch, everything goes black.

The next time you open your eyes, you find yourself staring at, well, yourself. Lengthy locks of brown hair spill into your eyes as everything becomes apparent. You can feel a tremendous weight draped along your body like a heavy blanket, dragging you down towards the sink. You are now her, and there she was staring back at you with a maniacal grin. The air around you reeks as some dreadful concoction of odors overwhelm your senses, causing you to gag. You can hear yourself laughing on the other end of the phone.

 

You open your mouth to protest, only to stun yourself into silence with a massive, wet fart. "That's one thing I don't have to deal with anymore," You hear yourself say on the other end of the phone. "Do you know how long I had to hold that one in during our little call?" 

 

"Turn me back!" You scream in an unfamiliar voice, pounding on the mirror, jiggling your flabby arm. Exhaustion slowly begins to set in with your outburst, forcing you to brace yourself against the counter as you fought to catch your breath. Even the simple act of moving your arm worked up an excessive sweat. Before long, your pale, doughy body was shimmering in the bathroom's florescent lighting. You continue to wheeze and gasp loudly, a cacophony of noisy farts bubbles from your sizeable ass, prompting your reflection to fan at his nose. You can only watch as your reflection takes one last look at you, a hint of pity in his expression as he walks away from the mirror, disappearing around a corner. Once he's out of sight, the mirror seems to fade to normal, its reflection depicting an enormous, sweaty woman, tears streaming down her eyes as she grunts from the effort of venting fart after noisy fart.

A month passed since your fateful decision to play that stupid game, and needless to say, your life was hellish compared to before.

Your supposed doppelganger became a new person in your life like an unwanted pen pal. They texted you almost every day, filling you in on the various details of her old life while proudly boasting about what used to be your own. You quickly discovered that you were on benefits having never worked a day in your life. You could imagine your old self roaring with laughter as she went into various details, including the many, many dates you've ruined as well as the depressing lengths you went to in order to get laid, almost none of which were successful. You counted yourself lucky that some details of this woman's life lined up with your old one, namely some of your old hobbies. 

Your phone beeped as you mashed the buttons of your controller, the light from the television illuminating your pale body. You glance down towards your phone, lifting one of your gigantic ass cheeks to force out yet another fart. Not even a month's time allowed you get used to the smell. It was him, again. You sigh and reach down towards your phone, unlocking it to read the text.

"How's it going gassy? You haven't been answering me so I've been worried. Why do you always leave me on read? Have you been enjoying yourself? I know I have. ;)" The text was accompanied by a large picture; it was your old self, balls deep in some bombshell of a woman. A jolt of excitement ignites within your slit at the picture. You find yourself staring at it for a lot longer than you'd care to admit to. You could only dream of being in such a position now. Drumming up an exhausted sigh, you carefully begin to work your chunky fingers beneath your gut and between your sweat-soaked thighs, fingering yourself to one of the most explosive climaxes of your new life.

Some Kind of Pool

You swear you could hear some mischievous giggling as you duck into the local community centre, taking a moment to gaze around the darkened streets behind you. Summer was ridiculously hot and it didn't help that the city closed down this entire place for some mysterious reason. So, you devised a simple plan: Sneak into the centre at night and enjoy having the pool all to yourself. What could go wrong?

As you proceed into the dressing room, you hear that giggling again echoing from down the hallway to some lonesome corner of the building. It was strange, sure, but you think it sounds more like some kind of issue with the ventilation than anything else. Besides, who would stalk around a place like this at night? 

You push all sorts of wild and imaginative thoughts to the back of your mind once you step out of the dressing room and out to the pool proper; you had this place all to yourself for as long as you'd like, why let a couple of strange noises ruin this?

Finally, you step into the cool, inviting water, watching as ripples distort the reflection of a full and particularly pale Moon. It felt as if all of your troubles were melting away as the water washes over you, lapping up at your chest. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, taking in the tranquility. You hardly notice as you drift into a gentle sleep.

Suddenly, you're jolted awake as you inhale a mouthful of water. Did you just fall asleep? You struggle to remain afloat as you flail your arms desperately, waves of water crashing against your chin and over your face. A soft giggle emits from the side of the pool, but you struggle to make out anyone in the darkness. Finally, as you clumsily paddle towards the pool stairs, you can't help but notice your arm was bloated to the point of enormity. You shriek once you glance down, finding your vision blocked by a massive pair of shaking tits snugly bound in a bikini top. 

Worse yet was the fact that they were still getting bigger before your very eyes. A curious, albeit panicked glance around your body confirmed the awful truth: Somehow, you were no longer yourself whatsoever; you were a woman, and a heavyset one at that. The sight of your gigantic ass left your mouth agape. You gasp for breath at the monumental effort required to walk back to the shallow end of the pool, your enormous thighs grinding against one another as if fighting for space. The way your belly swayed along with its impeding weight forced you to waddle in an exaggerated and exhausting fashion. It felt like you were waddling through syrup. 

You heave yourself up onto the pool stairs, the weight of your belly anchoring you to the floor. The pressure against your stomach leaves you feeling sick. You lean forward as you're forced to release a loud, raunchy belch. The unseemly noise echoes off of the walls. The giggling returns, but it's louder and more uproarious than before. In fact, it sounds like your unseen assailant was now laughing at you. 

Tears well up in your eyes as you fight to pull yourself to your feet. You move to run towards the dressing room but your excessive size slows you to a crawl, leaving you breathless as you ponderously make your escape. Somehow along the way, you manage to grab your clothes as you take off from the community centre, making your way home as fast as your new body would allow you to.

Ever since that day, you found yourself reduced to a hopeless shut-in, far too humiliated by your new, embarrassing state to go outside. At the very least you were able to keep yourself occupied, whether it was stuffing your face, indulging in your hobbies, or toying with your new, sensitive slit. A few weeks later, you decide to make the trip again, desperately hoping that you would somehow be restored but other than plentiful giggling and an invisible force pinching your fat ass, nothing happened at all, forcing you to adjust to your new life.

Not a Good Look

"Wow, that doesn't look very flattering at all." You hear from a dark corner of your bedroom as you are suddenly jolted awake. Standing there was the fat girl you shot down at the bar earlier, but something was very different. Wasn't she skinnier just a few hours ago?

You move to stand only to find that you're barely able to move, it was almost as if something was restraining you. The most you're able to do is roll off of your bed. Directing your gaze downwards, you couldn't help but gasp in utter shock at the sight of your expanding stomach which pours over your lap like an avalanche of flabby flesh. Dumbstruck, you can only watch helplessly as the rest of your body joins in. You were turning into a woman, and a heavy one at that. Your chest expands rapidly in some desperate attempt to eclipse your belly. Thick layers of flab explode out from your body as you continue to pack on even more weight. Your entire lower half is anchored to the floor as your ass balloons out of control, its obscene roundness distorted by heavy pockets of cellulite. Your thighs press together firmly as whatever space between them was erased within the span of a few moments.

Looking up, it was as if the woman from before never existed. Standing in her place was an absolute bombshell - curvaceous and trim in all the right places. She flashes you a mischievous smile and holds up a mirror as she draws closer. Staring back at you in the mirror is an unfamiliar face, a fat woman with a round face and a prominent double chin, her face red from embarrassment and on the verge of tears.

"God, does it feel amazing to be free of all that!" The skinny beauty before you announces boastfully, leaning in to plant a hand on your stomach. "Though I can't help but feel that I'm being unfair. How would you like it if I gave you a few parting gifts to begin your new life, fatty?" You decline to answer as she runs her hand down the immense swell of your gut, sending what felt like an intense heat throughout your stomach. Before you knew it, you could feel sweat forming between your rolls, beads of it tumbling into your cleavage and along your stomach. Finally, you open your mouth to beg her to change you back, to say you were sorry for shooting her down, but she places a finger upon your lips, silencing you as she moves on.

Her hand slides from your stomach to your gargantuan, chunky shelf of an ass, her fingers curling into it forcing a soft moan from your lips. Suddenly, a sharp pain erupts from deep within your stomach. Tears roll down your chubby cheeks as your stomach gurgles ominously. You squirm from side to side as you're unable to stop yourself from venting a massive, exaggerated fart, followed by another, and another. The woman can barely keep herself from doubling over in laughter at the sight of you while her hand slides between your belly and thigh to press against your new slit, sending what felt like a jolt of electricity throughout it.

The woman squeezes your pussy before withdrawing her hand. You begin to feel wet. Feminine juices spill down your enormous thighs. You felt more aroused than you ever have in your life despite feeling just as humiliated. You gawk up at the woman, your expression that of complete bewilderment. She regards your face with a giggle, patting your stomach while making oinking noises. Finally, she turns to leave your apartment without so much as looking back, abandoning you to your fate.

New-U

(This one is based off an old caption I read and enjoyed.)

It was a quiet Friday evening where you found yourself browsing the Internet without a care in the world. You didn't have much else to do beyond watching videos or reading ridiculous articles about hidden subway tunnels beneath New York City and other oddities like that. Despite this, you still felt more bored than you had any right to be. As if to answer your prayers, you stumbled upon a relatively plain website as you browsed away.

A plain logo at the top of the page read "New U" while the body of the page contained a large row of inactive text fields. From glancing around, you were able to determine that the page was meant to track certain details about a person such as their height and weight. Perhaps this was a weight loss site? You rapidly scroll to the bottom of the page, ignoring the various inactive text fields - most of them were blank anyway.

The bottom of the page was nearly as fruitless. Every button and option was frustratingly greyed out with a small blurb at the bottom of the form reading that the full site will be unlocked as soon as you buy a key from the developer. The only option available was a large, blue button reading 'Randomize', seated right next to an inactive button reading 'Change now'. You click on 'Randomize', causing a prompt to appear: "Warning! Once you've randomized your new life, you will not be able to do so again. Are you sure you want to proceed? Y/N" Without so much as a second thought, you finally click 'Yes'.

Suddenly, your computer locks up, the fans spinning up noisily as if processing something intense. You feel a strange warmth from the very core of your being. You stare down. Your body is changing. Layers of warm, wobbly fat pour out from your increasingly snug clothes.You can only watch helplessly as your body balloons out of control, more pounds settling on your frame as you swell wider and heavier. You can feel your widening hips bulge into the arms of your chair while your thighs thicken considerably. A pair of heavy breasts slam against your belly with a fleshy slap. Neon red bangs spill into your vision. A snug bra and an exhausted pair of panties materialized onto your body as your computer finally seems to calm down. Your screen lights up:

"Congratulations on your new life! Here are your results!"

You're much too shocked to read very far into your new stats but it's clear that you're nearly 400 pounds and shorter than before. A list of likes, dislikes, and various other traits dominated the page - none of which appeared to be very flattering at all. Grunting in your new feminine voice, you struggle to pull your enormous ass free from your chair. Getting up from your computer seemed to take an absurd amount of effort. You can feel sweat forming between your folds and dripping down your brow as you finally stand up.

It was hard to avoid the round, unfamiliar face staring back at you in a nearby mirror, her face stricken with shock and red from exhaustion. You were easily one of the fattest women you've ever seen in your entire life. You stare at your enormous double belly, which shook with every little movement. You fret at your breasts which looked far too small on your obese body. A glance backwards left you dumbstruck at the obscene size of your now titanic ass, now easily your largest feature. Your thighs were just as massive, fighting for what little space remained between them if any existed at all.

As you struggle to come to terms with what just happened to you, a strange, bloated sensation derails your train of thought. A growing, intense, desperate pressure becomes apparent within your flabby stomach. You can feel it building up against your ass until you're forced to release a thunderous wet fart. Disturbing tingles of arousal after your noxious expulsion of gas left you wondering just what else was different about the new you. As if answering your thoughts, an intense, persistent heat welled up within your body, causing your body to shimmer with sweat. Worse yet, that pressure returned, just as powerful as before, not letting up one bit no matter how much you tried to relieve yourself. You couldn't help but burst into tears at the thought of being stuck as this enormous slob of a woman for the rest of your life.

You try to remain calm throughout the rest of the evening, though your constant farting and growing arousal make that all but impossible. Finally, you decide to snake your pudgy hand underneath your enormous gut to tease your drooling sex which was tingling with desire for most of the evening now. It doesn't take you very long to work yourself up to the most explosive climax of your life, the first of many...

The Party

It was nearly midnight and you were at a party looking to have a good time. After a few drinks and schmoozing you finally manage to hook up with a cute woman, even though she was a good deal larger than you normally would have liked. "You know, I never thought about doing it with a fatty before," you say casually, flashing a coy smile to the large woman before you as she leads you up the stairs. "You should feel lucky, it's not like anyone else was paying attention to you." you add. She smiles back playfully, wordlessly swaying her large butt from side to side as if she didn't hear a thing.

You couldn't help but grin like an idiot once she led you into a bedroom and guided you onto a large bed, the frame creaking beneath her as she straddles your waist, hugging her arms against her soft breasts. Before you could even get started, a sudden drowsiness began to overtake you, which only intensified as she leaned in to kiss your lips. Your vision began to fade as you fall into a deep sleep, your last sight being the large woman on top of you.

A sound not unlike that of a wet bed sheet suddenly being torn in half stirs you from your deep slumber. The woman was nowhere to be seen and the room was warm and dark - it must have been awfully late. Your entire body feels strange and sluggish, almost as if you were drugged. Tingles course through your body and strange, offensive scents invade your senses as you move to sit yourself up only to find that something was weighing your entire body down.

Your sleepy eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness around you as you gaze downwards, your eyes falling upon a massive pair of shimmering tits framed by an even larger gut. Gasping, you begin to struggle from side to side, finally managing to move yourself onto all fours. A mirror across from the bed shows you your harsh, new reality:

Somehow, you've been turned into a woman and an absolutely massive one at that. You gaze around your body. Your breasts were much larger than the woman from last night, but at what cost? It was clear you were even fatter than her, with a fleshy avalanche of a belly and an enormous, cellulite-ridden ass. Not only that, but it slowly became evident the source of that offensive stench was you.

You begin to crawl towards the edge of the bed, the sheets beneath you thoroughly soaked with your sweat. Each and every movement no matter how slight felt like a chore - it was as if your muscles were entirely replaced by girl-fat.

Was this supposed to be you?

As you move to swing a heavy, padded leg over the frame of the groaning bed, a sudden, desperate pressure builds up against your backside and releases in nearly an instant, forcing you to vent the loudest, longest fart you've ever heard in your life. The smell was enough to stop you in your tracks.

Snickering from the room beside yours left your face burning a bright red as you finally force yourself to stand, the strain prompting a second thunderous fart. Already, you could feel pressure building up against your ass again. The mirror before you must have made for an awful and sobering sight: An obese, exhausted, sweaty cow of a woman, her red, doughy face on the verge of tears. A note left on a dresser catches your eye, placed atop your clothes which were now far too small for you. You lean in a little more closely:

"I did feel lucky until you opened your big fat mouth," The note began in perfect cursive writing, "Now I'm not so sure anymore. What about you? Enjoy your new life, gassy!" A noisy fart escapes from you, emphasizing the 'gassy'.

You squish the note into a ball and toss it to some unseen corner of the room as you burst into tears. You turn towards the door, wondering just how you were going to get out of here and just how you were going to live the rest of your life like this.