A Terrible Case of Mistaken Identity

As you stand before the narrow, dingy apartment door, you reflect for a moment over how you managed to make it here. It was simple enough, you were browsing a dating site and came across the profile of a cute looking woman with a knock-out figure and bright dyed hair. The two of you hit it off almost immediately yet for some reason she continually got your name wrong. Despite you correcting her again and again, she just didn't seem to get it at all - her frequent spelling mistakes didn't help one bit either. Any wayward thoughts you had were pushed to the very back of your mind because of her flirtatious behavior; she seemed more desperate than anyone you've ever met in your life and you figured she would make for a fun, easy lay. A few steamy pictures of her dreamy body had you captivated. You couldn't wait to meet up with her.

You text her that you're at the door and she quickly replies for you to come in. You carefully step into her apartment only to be left stunned as an intense skunk-like smell rolls past you and out into the hallway like a heavy fog. You decide to press on. Nothing could've prepared you for the sight in her bedroom.

An enormous woman - your supposed date - was bent over a creaking bed, swaying her titanic hips from side to side. You stand there, stupefied, the only thing recognizable from the woman on the dating site being her dyed hair and very little else. The woman dips forward, pressing her fleshy avalanche of a belly into the bed beneath her so that she could lift her ass into the air, prompting a sudden, high-pitched toot from her enormous, cellulite-ridden rump.

"I think I have the wrong place." You say with as stone faced of an expression as you could muster, your eyes watering from the intense stench.

"Oh no, I think this is the right one.." She chimes in retort, slurring her words, punctuating her statement with a heavy, raunchy belch before gripping the bed tightly. 

You turn to leave without so much as a second glance at her, only for your entire world to go black.

You awake with a startle. Your entire body aches and trembles with exertion and exhaustion. Your breathing is heavy, frantic, even a little panicked. You finally open your eyes, only to realize that you were on her bed. Your gaze continues to drift downwards until you find yourself staring at a small pair of breasts tightly bound in a very snug top; just below that was your enormous stomach jiggling and quaking with your panicked breathing. Somehow, you managed to swap bodies with this gigantic pig of a woman. Your eyes dart back, the enormous swell of your ass nearly filling your vision. You could make out the frustrated expression of yourself gawking down at what used to be your body. You carefully begin to shift against the bed, groaning at the strange discomfort pricking your gargantuan stomach. Though you noticed that her apartment was warm before, to the new you, it practically feels like a sauna. Even the simple act of rolling over was more than enough to leave your pale body shimmering with a thick layer of sweat along with rendering you completely exhausted.

"What the fuck is this? You're not..." He begins, turning towards a body mirror, pinching and tugging at your face like an incessant grandmother. "Oh my fucking god."

You open your mouth to answer, only for a humongous, wet fart to issue forth, the horrid noise amplified and distorted by your gigantic ass cheeks. You groan and shift against the bed as a powerful heat stirs within your crotch, momentarily interrupting your thoughts while the stench overwhelms your senses. It didn't help that your entire world was subtly different - you were unbelievably high.

The woman, now you, approaches the bed with a dreary sigh, fanning a hand in front of her face. "You should've left when you had the chance. How horny were you, seriously? And why did I..? Just.. Fucking stay there and do nothing, understand? I'm going to fix this."

Before you can get a word in whatsoever, he was out the door with your body in tow, leaving you sprawled out against her bed.

And so you sat there, trying desperately to relieve the constant pressure within by venting massive, nasty farts. Over thirty minutes had passed with your flatulence not letting up one bit despite your intense efforts. You peel off the sweat-soaked shorts and panties from your flabby lower half, setting them aside with a loud, wet slap. The most you managed to do was make the room smell absolutely revolting in addition to stirring up your arousal further much to your distress. You sigh, just what kind of freakish woman were you supposed to be? It took much longer than expected so you figure it would be a good idea to entertain yourself somehow. You decide to rummage through her things, play her video games. Before you knew it, you fell asleep.

You were jolted awake by the door opening: Finally, you thought, this nightmare would be over. You could feel your heart leap up into your throat as an unfamiliar man stands in the doorway, teetering from side to side uneasily. Though you notice his unimpressed expression, he still eagerly steps into the room, mostly ignoring the dreaded concoction of awful stenches coming from you. He tugs off his pants awkwardly as he closes in on you, the tent in his pants giving away his intent. Your eyes widen. "W-Wait, I'm.." You begin to plead, but he's already upon you.

You shiver as the man slams against your bed, causing a belch to rocket out of your mouth. He gropes along your modest breasts, slamming the two mounds together, nearly bulging them out of their snug confines. You squirm against the bed weakly while his hands travel downwards. Though the man harbored a somewhat reluctant expression, you could tell he was well beyond any sort of regret. He pays little attention to your belly, curling his fingers into the immense roll of your lower belly, sending another powerful wave of pleasure throughout your entire body, the sensation reaching new heights once you felt his palms squish into your vast, padded hips. As his hands struggle to contain the enormity of your ass with a firm squeeze, you can feel him press against your body, his firm cock slapping against your belly as he clumsily attempts to penetrate you. Soon enough, you can feel him part your nether-lips, slamming his crotch against your stomach, holding onto your copious hips so that he can pound you harder and faster. You can feel your enormous thighs parting with a wet, sticky noise like a good little whore, a powerful climax building up quicker and quicker...

You find yourself wondering why as he slams into you one final time, lust overtaking the two of you as you cum explosively, his hands heaving your belly up as the trickle of a warm liquid fill your insides. With a tired groan, you relax, unable to contain a lengthy, wet fart that leaves your partner looking concerned. Within moments, he was out the door, leaving you to your own devices.

Within the hour, you see yourself standing in the doorway, looking over your corpulent figure sprawled out on the bed, your titanic thighs still parted, thick globs of cum spilling out of your plump pussy. Your old self had a very knowing look on his face along with a healthy dose of frustration. "What the fuck did I say? I told you to do nothing, and here you are looking like a total slut!" 

It seems the irony was lost on him.

With a sigh, he sits beside you, giving a loud slap to your stomach to ensure you were awake. "Do you have any idea what you've just done? Let me spell it out for you: By fucking my ex, you made the swap permanent. Luckily for me, you broke the contract, which means I don't have to be stuck as you, thank god." He pauses, "However, that means you're stuck as me."

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, trying your best to sit up, your efforts only coaxing some more gas out of you. Your former self sighs and helps you sit up. "I'm sure you noticed that, uhh, I looked a lot different in my profile and that I.. Fart way more than any girl should." You gulp. "Well, over the past while, I've used every single curse I could find to destroy myself. Would you believe I was just shy of one hundred and ten pounds two weeks ago? I wanted him to really suffer, but it looks like the only one being punished is you, huh?"

Another fart explodes out from underneath your gigantic ass despite straining yourself to contain it. He giggles and pats your sloshing stomach. "In short, I was going to give my ex one little night of passion before leaving him like this," He presses a palm into your belly, which swallows it up effortlessly. You blush feverishly. "And.. I guess.. I celebrated a little too early and got you roped into this. Sorry, I guess? I mean, your names were kind of similar and.."

"They're spelt completely differently!" You protest, only for him to chuckle softly.

"Honest mistake, really! I mean, it's not like you can't say you haven't made any," He exclaims, pressing his free hand against your drooling pussy. You moan hotly. "Errh, one more thing. As I'm sure you've noticed, all of this is turning you on, isn't it? Another curse. I thought it would make life a little more exciting for my victim but.. It's more distracting than anything else. Imagine startling yourself awake with a fart at three AM only to have to finger yourself back to sleep. Imagine being revolted by every little facet of yourself while fretting over the size of your ass in the mirror leaves you too horny to think straight. You're going to discover a lot of new things about yourself; enjoy your little nightmare I guess..?"

"Anyways, how about this? I've got a very busy week ahead of me and I can tell you're about to have one as well. Let's go for round two. Depending on how you do, I'll stick around for a little while, help you write a dating profile, pick out cute clothes, show you how to live around your new body, things like that." He grins, leaning in to lick along your sweaty cleavage, slapping a hand against your enormous ass, urging you to lift yourself up so that you could sit on his lap. "And you'll be my little stress toy until I move onto someone else. I want you to ride me, piggy, use what little muscles you have left to milk me dry with that gigantic ass of yours. Sound good, gassy?"

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Your One, True Wish

Your trip to the antiques show left you with very little to show for it but you weren't disappointed in the slightest. A wide array of old decorative knickknacks sit atop your table, each and every one of them as strange as the last: An old incense burner from India, various road signs from famous stretches of road, and even an old oil lamp you figured would look great somewhere. 

After you set about cleaning and organizing the various oddities, you finally lay your hands on the tarnished oil lamp; you figure it must have been some kind of fancy make due to its ornate markings and the like. You begin to polish the cloudy brass, only for the lamp to emit a strange, hissing noise from within. You step back, watching as an iridescent cloud pours out from the lamp, a large, toned man stepping forth from the strange smoke. His eyes smouldered like coals, which were now fixed upon you radiantly. 

"I see someone has finally managed to disturb my slumber," The supposed genie begins, folding his arms while regarding you with a dour expression. You can't even begin to find the words, only stammering and pointing towards the lamp - you could hardly believe your eyes.

"Oh, that? We normally keep our hide-outs contemporary, but enough about that. Due to a number of changes over the centuries among Djinn kind, I am only obligated to offer you a single wish - you are well aware of such an offer, right?"

You nod slowly, standing there like a deer in headlights. The genies' eyes look you up and down before looking straight into your own as if peering right into your soul. He sighs, glances towards his bare wrist, gazing around the room like he has better things to do.

"Anytime this century, mortal." He reminds you with a hint of annoyance to his voice, you roll your eyes.

"As if I can come up with something like this on the spot! What do you expect me to do?"

The djinn, clearly annoyed with what he perceives to be your arrogance towards such a lofty being like himself, snaps his fingers. You freeze in place immediately, barely able to move a muscle let alone think of what you could possibly want. "You're the slowest mortal I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. How about I choose for you if you're going to be so ill mannered?"

You only begin to realize the implications of his words as he peers into you deeply, you can feel his smouldering gaze within your very being, studying what must have been your innermost thoughts and desires. His steely expression gives way to a soft, mischievous smile. Without so much as uttering a single word, the genie seizes you with his large, powerful hands. He begins to mold you, squeezing and contorting your body like clay. You could only feel what could best be described as the greatest discomfort you've ever experienced in your life. It takes a while, but you finally discern his goal as his warm hands caress your belly, causing it to fill outwards at an alarming rate. Your shocked expression elicits a soft chuckle from the genie as your stomach begins to spill over his grip. He was making you fat. You finally begin to understand the full gravity of his plan once his palm presses into your crotch, causing your manhood to recede into your body, leaving a tingling slit in its place.

His hands continue to roam your frozen body, his warm touch causing great swells of fat to explode from your body, distorting your frame, leaving you jiggling intensely as you continue to expand in width to the point of enormity. The genie takes a moment to scrunch your face, causing what felt like an extreme pressure encircling your head. A loud pop leaves your ears ringing once he pulls his hands away, causing you to gasp in your new, feminine voice. 

"Your reward," He jests in a teasing tone, holding his arms aloft as if showing off some divine work of magic when in fact he was just marveling at your reddened, humiliated expression. The intense feeling of discomfort as well as your paralysis fades within moments.

Your newfound weight sends you straight to the ground, your enormous ass finding purchase against the floor with a loud, fleshy slap. Lengthy locks of hair spill into your vision as you frantically look yourself over. There wasn't a trace of your former self remaining, it was as if you were always this heavyset woman. You can't help but cringe at how different this all feels: Every single movement requires exertion on your part, leaving you panting softly as you lift your heavy, wobbling arms to probe and squeeze at your fleshy body. Even the simple act of breathing seems to take far more effort than ever before. You felt weak.

You open your mouth to protest, but the genie is much too quick, slapping his hands down against either side of your stomach, you're unable to help but cringe at the way your belly sways and wobbles with even the slightest provocation. You were pure girl-fat and little else.

"And now, your punishment." The genie announces, pressing his fingers into your flab, causing them to simply vanish. You felt intense discomfort followed by a dull pain as his magic warps your insides. You writhe against the floor weakly, groaning and exhaling hotly. You can feel a great heat stir from within the core of your being as droplets of sweat begin to form around your flabby body. The discomfort somewhat gives way to a bloated sensation as you lean forward, the sensation quickly building up against your backside. Try as you might, you're unable to stop yourself from releasing a loud, lengthy fart that leaves you dumbstruck with its revolting smell. You manage to peel your thighs apart with a loud, sticky noise as you squirm against the floor, that bloated sensation quickly building up once again.

"Who could wish for such a thing?" The genie questions no-one in particular, shaking his head. "A body, ruined by years of indulgence and gluttony. Just what is going on in that head of yours?" He observes, tracing a finger along the vast swell of your padded hips, chuckling in delight as he cups one of your bulbous, cellulite-ridden ass cheeks, bouncing it in his palm. "Only made worse by a bit of mischief from a kind, patient benefactor." He adds, delivering a firm slap to your ass, forcing you to answer with a soft moan and another massive fart. By now, the room reeked of sweat and gas, your pale body shimmering in the dull light of your dwelling. "You're going to do that often from now on, understand? You will find very little relief from this. Women will laugh at you and only the most desperate and perverse of men will regard you with any degree of lust, that is of course, after they find out about your various little issues."

"And finally, a dilemma." He murmurs, producing a small bottle of dark blue liquid from seemingly nowhere, dangling it front of your face before setting it on the table. "A simple potion, my dear client. You may have noticed that your reality is intact - that was intended. Drink this and your new life begins: You will forget your old one and you may very well end up as someone else entirely. What kind of person do you think lives like this? A desperate, gassy slut? A slobby shut-in?" He laughs, "You may even end up hating your new body."

"Or," His grin widens to the point of where it looks as if the top half of his head could fall of at any moment, "You pick up the pieces of your new life on your own, memories and reality intact. I wonder how you could possibly explain turning into a train wreck of a woman to your friends. Will you embrace it? Run away from it? How will you ever get used to this? The choice is yours, dear mortal."

And with that, he vanishes before your very eyes, taking his lamp with him, leaving you stuck as this enormous slob of a woman.