Just a Few Hours

Life became awfully complicated for you after that fateful Saturday night. You felt oh-so-smug and righteous shooting down that chubby girl at the bar. "Sorry but I don't sleep with fat pigs like you." You recall saying to the uproarious laughter of your friends which only amplified once she walked away on the verge of tears. When you woke up the next day staring down at a spongy belly and that very same woman at the foot of your bed, now smirking maniacally as you took in your surroundings, you knew something was terribly wrong. 

 

Somehow, the woman you shot down transformed you into an enormous woman, one that was visibly much fatter than she ever was. She stood there as creepily as possible, her widened eyes poring over each and every little fold of your new body. You vividly recall the first few moments where you tried to sit up only for your newfound bed to leave you squirming against your bed uselessly, only succeeding in making your enormous body jiggle and sway much to the amusement of your captor. "W-What do you want?" You remember asking, stunned at your new, feminine voice. "To teach you a lesson," she said, giving a few pats to your belly, sending what felt like jolts of electricity throughout your being. "If you can avoid getting laid for a week like thi-" she began, only for you to interrupt her with a sudden, monstrous fart that left you cringing with embarrassment and shocked with disbelief - there was no way that awful noise and smell came from you, was there?
After doubling over from laughter she'd continue, "If you can avoid getting laid for a week like this, I'll turn you back. Otherwise, welcome to your new life. Think you can do that for me, piggy?"

You neglected to answer.

A full week had nearly passed and much to no-one's surprise whatsoever, you didn't have a snowball's chance in hell at getting laid. To say that things had gotten difficult would be an understatement: It was hard not to notice the various stares and looks you were getting in your new body. The constant miasma of sweat and flatulence that followed you everywhere was both unmanageable and intolerable. Nothing fit you at all, so the first couple of days were spent sitting in your room, naked, while you waited for something sizable enough to be delivered. You were beyond thankful that you only had to do this for a week - you couldn't imagine having to deal with this for your entire life.

 

Finally, on Friday night, you found yourself out with your friends at that very same bar from before. While they did share in your grief, it was clear that they weren't exactly the most amiable sitting next to someone like you. Needless to say, you were the fattest girl at the bar by far, and the strong stench of sweat all but guaranteed that you had your own private oasis with your friends despite how ubsy things were getting. You do your best to push various, humiliating thoughts to the back of your mind - it was almost over after all; you would wake up Saturday morning as yourself, with the previous week little more than an awful dream. Instead, you focus on pounding back drinks and trying to keep up with the conversation at your table.

One by one, your friends left the bar to go elsewhere until it was just you sitting by your lonesome, your vision blurred and head swirling with intoxication.

Then, he showed up.

You hardly notice him taking a seat at your table, an infectious smile dancing at his lips as he begins to chat you up. Within moments, you're laughing at his terrible jokes, leaning closer to him, even sharing a drink or two. You were absolutely smitten by him and you didn't even know his name. You felt a slight tug of regret at this, but it didn't really matter. As soon as you felt his strong hand snake around your waist, daring to fondle your ass, you knew you had to go. The next few moments were a blur as the two of you left the bar entangled within one another, lips locked in passionate, noisy kissing, one of his hand slipped right down the seat of your leggings as though to keep you locked in place.

Before you knew it, you were waddling down the hall towards your apartment, pausing occasionally to pull him into another kiss or to enticingly peel your leggings down your enormous ass just to draw him in further. You could feel the sting of regret in the pit of your stomach at what you were doing, but it just felt so right; the way he explored your body and the resulting heat of arousal was far too much to ignore. For once in this entire week, you felt attractive like an oversized temptress, and you wanted it badly. Your heart pounds away in your chest as you sway your hips towards your bedroom, his hungry gaze leaves you desperate for what ever could happen next as you ease yourself onto your bed, first bending over so that he can get a good look at your monumental ass. Pondering for a moment, you open your mouth to speak, to tempt him further, only to stun yourself with an obscenely loud and wet fart. An awkward and lengthy silence accompanies the horrid noise and smell - you didn't budge an inch - until you feel his fingers curl into your massive flanks. "Cute," he remarks with a laugh, struggling to tug your exhausted panties down to your thighs before he takes you. 

Jolts of raw, mindblowing pleasure leave you struggling to remain on all fours as he begins to pound your soaked pussy, pausing only to fondle the prominent fold that made up the lower half of your belly or to deliver a firm slap to your gigantic ass. The thought that you were only a few hours away from salvation barely register to you past the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh, his hips slamming into your pillowy backside with reckless abandon. Hugging himself to your beanbag chair of an ass, you felt a potent warmth fill your pussy as your partner presses himself as deeply into you as possible. Undeterred by this, you spent the next few hours passionately making love as roughly as possible; you found yourself in various positions, most of them convenient for someone your size as he made use of you in every way possible.

The sound and sensation of a massive fart erupting from your bottom shakes you awake. A strip of light from your window highlights the peak of your enormous belly as though it were drawing attention to you. Looking down at yourself confirmed the horrible, obvious truth: You were still an enormous woman. You could barely make out the sight of your massive thighs parted, panties loosely strung along one of your ankles while the rest of your clothing was strewn about you, evidence of the previous night's affairs. Memories from the previous night slowly begin to pass by your mind's eye amidst the haze of intoxication. Panic was starting to set in until you caught the sight of someone a little too familiar.
It was her -- the woman from last week, dressed in an outfit that was even more familiar than herself. It was him. "Slept well, gassy?" She says with a giggle, sitting herself beside you to give you a lookover. "I had to sleep on the couch because sleeping in the same room with you is impossible."

 

You try not to say a word, but your expression tells her everything she would ever need to know. "I honestly can't believe you didn't turn me down. It was like you wanted to be stuck like this. You do know you were actually going to turn back, right?" She pauses for dramatic effect, "All you had to do was not go home with the first guy that showed you interest, but here you are." she concludes in a melodic tone before heading straight for the door, but not before turning back to flash you a mischievous look. "Have fun explaining this to your friends. You know, the ones you humiliated me in front of? The ones you explained your predicament to?"

The look on your face is enough to send her into hysterics before she walks out the door, abandoning you to your new life.