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.