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.