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.