Overcharged

"Do you accept the charges?" Came the question on the other end of the phone, their voice professional and courteous. You weren't exactly sure how to answer; whoever it was, they specifically asked for you. As intriguing as the phone call was, you were working and didn't have time to mess around. Once they began to drone on about an entire contract's worth of whatever this was, you decide to put an end to it.

"Yeah, whatever, I accept the charges." You interrupt their pitch with an answer, turning your direction back towards your monitor, moving to set your phone down.

"Very well." the voice replies before hanging up. You barely had time to ruminate on the transaction before your entire world went dark.

You awake with a startle, finding yourself sprawled out on the surface of a creaking bed. With a soft, feminine groan you struggle to sit up, an enormous weight across your torso ensuring that your movements are exhausting and sluggish. You direct your tired eyes downwards, only to find yourself gawking into a plunging valley of cleavage with a fleshy belly eclipsing your bust. A loud gasp escapes your lips just as a torrent of new memories flood your mind's eye.

 

Your name is Audrey, a desperate, hopeless fat girl with an easy albeit challenging life. After a lifetime of what could best be described as ruining your body, a mysterious benefactor called with an offer to whisk you away to a new life, that is, so long as you agreed to take on the issues of a few of his clients - nothing too serious. You accepted without even a second thought, only to find yourself changing for the worst before you could even put the phone down. In an instant, you ballooned by well over a hundred pounds, leaving you unmistakably obese, your clothes stretching across your widening frame. Shortly after, your stomach burbled and churned, giving you a brief moment of intense discomfort before a explosive bout of flatulence roars from your now enormous shelf of an ass, an equally intense belch following right after, rendering your breathless. What little comfort you enjoyed was cut short by an intense heat rolling across your body, a thick layer of shimmering of sweat coating your folds. Within the span of a few moments, you were turned into a gigantic, disgusting slob of a woman, far worse than whatever you managed to do to yourself. The rest of your day was spent in tears, struggling around your apartment, stuffing your face, filling the air with the horrid stench of your unrelenting flatulence.

Just as that vision came to a close, you finally put the pieces together: What you thought was a prank call turned out to be some bizarre body swap between you and Audrey and it was blatantly obvious that you came up short.

Lifting your massive body from you bed, that familiar discomfort pierces your stomach, forcing you to bend right over as aching builds up towards your backside, the sound of your monstrous, lengthy farts overtaking your feminine moans and gasps. Your legs tremble for all of twenty minutes until the gas finally begins to subside, your eyes watering from the repulsive smell.

Waddling to the center of your apartment, you weren't even allowed a second to gather your thoughts before you hear a knock at the door. You crack it open to reveal a somewhat familiar face, a pizza delivery man you've seen once or twice around town. He grins at you mischievously, eying your sweaty, half-naked body, waving a steaming box of pizza around your nose like some kind of prize. 

"I got your favorite babe, open up?" He questions incessantly, pressing against the door, forcing you to relent and back away. Your answer comes in the form of a loud, discordant gurgle from your stomach - you were far too hungry to even think about saying 'no'. Within seconds, he was in your apartment, one hand squeezing a flabby tit while the other roughly groped your gigantic ass. The sleazy man had a slight hint of disgust in his lust-addled expression but it was clear he really didn't care. Throwing you back against a couch, the frame screeching beneath your weight, he wastes no time in peeling your sweat soaked panties from your body, leaving the exhausted garment around the widest point of your thighs while he fumbles with his jeans. 

You struggle from side to side as you're forced to vent a loud, deep fart; the delivery driver shooting you a look of disgust before he's upon you, grinding his erect cock against your drenched pussy lips before forcing his way in. His clumsy hands slide across your enormous gut, fondling handfuls of your flabby tits as he thrusts away, sending little wobbles and ripples throughout your corpulent body. Jolts of pleasure electrify your senses, making you jerk around, leaving you exhausted and gasping for breath after only a brief struggle. Against your better wishes, you part your massive, trunk-like thighs like a good little whore, your frequent moans interrupted by revolting belches. Finally, he squeezes two handfuls of your gut, his fingers vanishing within your folds as his cock twitches, a gradual warmth filling your drooling slit. A loud cry escapes your mouth with his final thrust, your entire body left shivering with satisfaction.

The delivery man wastes no time in getting dressed, leaving you to bask in the afterglow of your orgasm, looking just a littler regretful as he hurries through the door. You must have made for a rather sorry sight: A gigantic woman sprawled out against her couch, sweat pouring down her flabby frame, panties biting into the sides of her enormous thighs, the occasional noisy fart stirring her from her stupor while she explores her body with lazy gropes. The roar of your stomach compels you to sit up. You squirm towards the edge of the couch, eying the pizza left behind, throwing the box open to stuff your face like the pig you now were.

As you begin to satisfy your seemingly limitless appetite, your thoughts drift towards your predicament: Was this seriously the life you were stuck with? Were you dreaming? There was no way this could be you. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, streaming down your face - the sad sight of an obese slob sobbing as she stuffs her face. It was going to be a long week.