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.