You awake with a startle as the last wisps of a faint dream course through your mind's eye; it was one that you've had on and off for the past few weeks, each iteration leaving you with a distinct sense of longing. Simply put, it was a dream of your old life as you once were, but all of that was gone now. It was nearly a month since that strange woman - a witch - had her way with you, twisting and contorting your very being until you were left as someone else entirely. As much as you tried to beg and plead with her, it was far too late. In the span of a few moments, you found yourself ballooning out of control, all sorts of strange sensations coursing throughout your body until you were left a humongous cow of a woman. You remember the witch teasing you, exploring your body with her squeezing hands as she explained just how difficult things would be from now on and not to worry about those strange new sensations. When the burbling from your massive, flabby stomach resulted with you erupting with a massive belch alongside an equally noisy fart, you knew your body was ruined for good.
And now as the first month of your new life was within sight, you couldn't help but hold onto what was left of your former self as hopeless as it all seemed, whether it was indulging in your hobbies or maintaining your old schedule as difficult as it now was. There was little you could do as a shut-in slob: Just how were you going to explain this to everyone? Would they even recognize you at all? Where would you even start? The task seemed impossible, even more so than rolling your enormous ass out of bed, the effort alone leaving your puffy cheeks red and your breath desperately short. The stench of sweat and flatulence invades your senses, a disturbingly common facet of your new body, one that limits you in just about everything you do. You turn back towards your bed, the buckled mattress and sweat stained sheets making you cringe; why did she have to leave you like this?
Despite your intense yearning for everything to go back to what it used to be, you know you couldn't just sit around and wish for something impossible to happen; you had to try to get used to this for what it was worth. Looking on the bright side is challenging at best: Your immense frame all but guarantees that everything is a hassle whether it's getting ready for the day or going out for whatever reason. Your body's truckload of various issues limits your social life as well, you didn't want to be caught dead humiliating yourself in public - you've already had that happen more than a few times this week. Your thoughts are cut short by a massive, wet fart that you couldn't even feel coming which forces a loud, heavy sigh out of you. Turning towards your laptop, you notice it was well past noon so you decide to order something to eat. At the very least you wouldn't have to leave the house; none of your clothes fit anyway so you were usually seen in a lengthy, snug t-shirt soaked with sweat. Worse yet is that you had almost outgrown everything you ordered weeks ago. You miss your old body so much.
After ordering a shamefully large meal of the best comfort food you could ever enjoy, you decide to turn your attention towards yourself but not before reaching towards your messy coffee table, plucking a few leftovers from the other night to cram into your mouth with reckless abandon. Almost every kind of food brought you some kind of twisted pleasure as much as it disgusted you; your stomach gurgling noisily while you devour a few slices of pizza from the previous night's binge. Your eyes glaze over as you clumsily slide your hands across your belly, jolts of electrifying pleasure making you shudder. 'Fuck, not again..' You think to yourself, lifting an enormous, flabby ass cheek to force out another thunderous fart, the sensation of relief as well as the taste of food leaving your pussy tingle with excitement. You knew some part of this was the witches' doing, but what could you accomplish like this? You already lost. With a low sigh, you rake a pudgy hand across your belly before it roams towards your backside, squeezing a handful of ass, forcing a soft squeak of pleasure from you. You clumsily wedge your other hand between your belly and thigh, straining to reach your aching nethers, the effort rendering you breathless by the time you feel the tips of your chubby fingers graze against your drenched lips.
At the very least you could lose yourself in this for a while, your breath quickening as you plunge your fingers into yourself, shifting in place to make room for your doughy arm as you grope along your ass, hastily squeezing whatever you could reach, even cupping one of your breasts as release draws closer and closer. With a loud, feminine cry, you part your trunk-like thighs are wide as you can manage as you climax messily, your orgasm accompanied by an obscenely noisy fart that brings you right back to reality. You sit there in the aftermath fighting to catch your breath, groaning as you retrieve your hand, relaxing it against your churning stomach. Your tired gaze rests upon your laptop screen: Your food was almost here and you had all day to enjoy it. Using an old, discarded shirt to wipe yourself clean, you resign yourself to your new life, turning your thoughts towards your takeout instead.
