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.

The Not-So-Fun Funhouse

After having knocked back a few drinks with your buddies, you decided to visit the annual end of Summer amusement park that drives into town every so often. Every single year, you all had the same tradition: Get together, get a good buzz going, ride all the rides, and conclude it all with a trip through the strange, old funhouse.That last part was a little odd, but you chalked it up to some drunken idea conjured up some years ago. Everyone typically went through in couples, no doubt getting up to a bit of mischief before they were off for the evening; it was all in good fun except for one little addition: You had to bring Sarah along this year.

A friend of a friend's girlfriend, Sarah was finally invited after all this time, probably complaining about being left out of your various outings. Though who could blame you? She was easily the fattest woman you've ever seen in your life and she constantly embarrassed herself with her antics, whether it was her gluttonous eating habits or the way her body rippled and swayed with even the slightest breath. None of her clothes fit her properly and she was always falling behind the group, now panting noisily as she trundles along behind the group, much to your amusement.

Determined to have a good time, you tried to look past the fact that she had to be dragged along, making off-hand comments about how slow she was or the fact that you might have to make two trips just to get everyone home. Looking back at a rather red-faced Sarah, you couldn't help but laugh it up with your friends all the way to the fun house, the last little event of your evening. Unfortunately for you, you were the only person left in your friend group who didn't find someone, so you decide to have a bit of fun: Why not go in with Sarah? You make a big show of it, throwing your arms up into the air, loudly lamenting that even the fun house mirrors wouldn't be able to make your 'date' look skinny and reconciling that you might have to drag her enormous butt up the stairs just to get out in a reasonable time.

Finally, your time comes and you enter the darkened funhouse, sneering at Sarah as she follows you along silently, cheeks reddened with exhaustion and embarrassment. As you venture into the hall of mirrors, the noise of your dates' labored breathing filling the air, you don't even care enough to look back at her. Instead, you focus your thoughts towards some climatic prank to get one last laugh out of your friends before this is all done.

However, something is a little strange. The funhouse seems a little darker than usual and you could have sworn that you've been walking for what feels like minutes. The mirrors around you only reveal strange silhouettes that you don't recognize whatsoever - weren't you supposed to be at the end by now? Soon enough, your legs begin to ache as if walking uphill, your panting overtaking Sarah's as you press on. With each step accompanied by more and more weight, your legs burn with exhaustion, trembling terribly, like you were carrying Sarah on your back. Soon enough, you were breathing just like her, your chest heaving as you struggle along the unending hallway of twisting mirrors. You hear faint giggling - your giggling - as you struggle on. Dark hair falls into your eyes, you struggle to push it out of your vision with a heavy arm. As your arm slides back to your side, it collides with what must have been your stomach, a quick glance down reveals a dark, rotund shape protruding from your torso. This wasn't right at all. You had to get out of here now.

As if to answer your prayers, you spot the end of the fun house, a twinkling dot of light that seems much too far away. You lurch forward, struggling to fit your enormous thighs beneath your belly, only managing a pathetic, ponderous waddle. The most you do is make yourself sweat like a pig, beads of the salty stuff dripping from your brow, rolling down your round cheeks, and disappearing within your cleavage. A faint, chilling breeze swirls around your body as if it has a life of its own; you feel the bizarre gust of wind press against your parted lips, forcing you to gulp it down. The strange chill settles in your stomach like a stone before dissipating. You feel bloated, cramped, awful. You pause for a moment as pressure and aching begins to stir against your backside; you barely have time to think before unleashing a thunderous, wet fart that echoes off of the halls, the revolting sound and stench making you cringe with embarrassment. You barely have time to gather your thoughts as a raunchy belch rockets up from your throat, leaving you totally breathless as you struggle to comprehend what's going on.

After what felt like ages, you finally step out of the funhouse exit, vision blurred, a pair of high-pitched toots signalling your escape, sweat pouring down your frame like you just ran a marathon. You peer up at your friends, all of them gawking at you along with a face that is just a little too familiar.

"I told you she fell behind, but I didn't think it would take you ten minutes to get out of there you cow!" You hear a voice say - your voice - as you fight to catch your breath. Your tired eyes gaze downward and you finally notice just what had happened to you: You were Sarah, obese and squeezed into that hilariously ill-fitting dress. You open your mouth to protest but a mean look from your old body forces you to stay quiet, a little like Sarah would have reacted. After some uproarious, drunken laughter and a few more mean-spirited jokes, you and your friends were off, your former self making sure to keep the conversation pointed towards how fat you were, the way you couldn't keep up, and how you tried oh-so-desperately to get laid in the fun house. With a face redder than ever before, you decide to fall behind the group, your near-constant gas giving you plenty of reason to stay back there, your only relief being the sting of the cold air against your exposed flesh.

Gathering in the parking lot, your friends make a quick escape to spend the rest of their evening elsewhere, all while your old body loudly proclaims that he will bring you home. With your head pointed downwards, you struggle to ease yourself into your car, Sarah laughing at your pathetic efforts. You finally manage to ease your gigantic ass into the passenger seat, the strain from doing so forcing a loud, rumbling fart out of you. For a moment, Sarah looks concerned but it doesn't last very long.

"W-We're going to back there tomorrow night to see if this can be reversed.." You argue weakly after managing to catch your breath.

"I don't think so, Sarah." He laughs, "Do you really think I'm going to go back to that? I have no idea what happened in there but this is the best thing that's ever happened to me in my life. If you think I'm ever going to back to my mess of a life, you have another thing coming."

You spend the relatively short drive protesting, begging, promising anything to get your old body back but Sarah simply answers with laughter whenever you cut yourself short with a sudden belch or a noisy fart. Whatever happened to you in that funhouse was inexplicably permanent and constant - even Sarah couldn't explain it, not that she cared one bit.

"Your room's on the first floor, get out of here before you stain the seat." Was the last thing he said to you before kicking you out into the cold. 

You waddle into the dingy apartment complex before you as Sarah peels off into the darkness, taking your body, your car, and your life with him as he goes. You feel tears well up in your eyes as you clumsily step down the hall, the occasional sudden fart echoing off the hallways before you finally barge into your new apartment.

 

Peeling off the sweat-soaked dress from your massive frame, you set it on the nearby coffee table with a wet slap so that you could gawk at your enormous body. The dizzying stink of sweat invades your senses within seconds, making you wonder if any of this would ever stop. Your hands slip across your belly, clumsy sausage fingers prodding, weighing, and squeezing at the dimpled flesh - the occasional burble or loud gurgle forcing you to stop for a moment. 

Worse yet is the fact that you were practically like a gross, over-exaggerated parody of a fat chick; your massive, wet farts only seemed to let up whenever you had to vent a nasty belch, and even then that was barely any reprieve. Tears begin to stream down your eyes at the very thought of being trapped in Sarah's body. Your thoughts drift back to the fun house and the strange occurrence there, the way that cold wisp of air invaded your body. With a low, tired sigh, you slowly begin to accept the fact that you would have to live the rest of your life as this enormous, disgusting slob of a woman.
 

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?"

The New Boyfriend

You drum up a dreamy sigh once you finish going through your notes, leaning up against your girlfriend before joining your arm around her shoulders, effectively reeling her in for some lazy snuggling. Exams were coming up which meant you were about to spend a lovely vacation with Nicole, the love of your life. As you lay your chin upon her shoulder, you spot her out of the corner of your eye watching the two of you again. You sigh and shoot the woman a sour look. That alternative fatty gawking at the two of you from down the hall was none other than Kayla. She was one of your girlfriend's best friends years ago yet that was no longer the case for some vague reason. You neglected to find out why. Ever since then, it was like she was obsessed with Nicole, doing everything she could to rekindle their relationship again - even going as far as to get a job at the university she went to. You figure she tried something some years back, or maybe she was simply a weirdo.

After you and Nicole became a thing, you figured it was best to ignore her despite the many, many times you've caught her staring around the campus. It wasn't like she was well hidden. Based on her weight alone, you would have no trouble picking out the unmistakably heavyset Kayla from any kind of crowd; it didn't help that she sometimes flooded your girlfriend's phone with all sorts of pictures of herself as if she and Nicole still got along just fine.

You debate leaving your girlfriend to confront her - this is the third time this week you've spotted her and it was only Tuesday morning. Your train of thought is interrupted as you notice Kayla slumping forward, her eyes rolling up into her head, her spongy belly bulging against the wall she was hiding behind. Before you can even think of how to react, your entire world goes black.

You feel weightless and formless as you flutter along what appears to be a dark corridor that stretches into eternity. You can hear faint, disembodied voices around you, an intercom echoing in the distance, footsteps all around you. The corridor seems to open up as you drift along, bathing you in fluorescent lighting. A sudden weight brings you back to reality as you scramble to hold onto the wall before you. Wait a second. Weren't you just sitting down? Your blurred vision takes a while to adjust, your gaze falling upon what appeared to be you and your girlfriend sitting in one of those study booths, lazily snuggling. You notice yourself kissing along your girlfriend's jaw before whispering something in her ear.

Finally, you decide to look down, only to find that your vision was blocked by a pair of sizeable tits stuffed into a snug hoodie. It finally dawns on you that you were somehow Kayla. Was this a dream? You couldn't even begin to fathom how you would explain this to Nicole, let alone fixing your predicament in the first place. Within your haze of thoughts, it takes you forever to notice your former self approaching you. In a sudden jolt of anxiety, you take off towards a lonesome hall of the university. 

Every single step was laborious as your doughy thighs slap and grind together. You panted and wheezed as you struggled to duck underneath the caution tape. What were you even trying to accomplish? That question would have to go unanswered as your old self grabs you by your shoulders, easily shoving you against a locker. You felt strange as your flabby body jiggled and shook. You fought to regain your composure, and to catch your breath.

"Do you have any idea how long I've struggled?" You hear yourself say as you struggle to crane your neck up enough to meet his gaze. You were easily a head and a half shorter than your old self and much weaker. You couldn't hope to escape now. "I try everything I can get to get close to Nicole and you walk in and steal her away from me like you're the best thing that's ever happened to her!" He says in a threatening tone, squeezing your shoulders. "She's mine!" Your vision blurs as the tears start. "But now I'm free of that, and I have you to thank for everything. So how about a few parting gifts to ensure that you'll be too busy picking up the pieces of your new life to interrupt mine?"

You have no idea what she meant, though it doesn't take you long to find out. What was a strange dream quickly started to become a nightmare as you notice his eyes shimmering a sickly green. Coils and arcs of foul, green energy erupt from his hands, coating them in a strange glow. You're unable to prevent Kayla from shoving his hand up your hoodie and onto your belly, sending shocks throughout your body. You open your mouth to gasp and Kayla closes in, locking you into an emotionless kiss.

Your eyes widen and you struggle, but your efforts are pointless. Kayla begins to exhale into your mouth, his breath disgusting and unending. Tears stream down your face as you're forced to inhale this revolting stench. You grip his wrists and try to force him away but it's quickly apparent that you aren't going anywhere. Your stomach swells as Kayla pulls away with a wicked grin. Your body feels strange and hot, and there's a strange, persistent tugging sensation all around your new being. You slump against the wall in a daze. "There!" Kayla says triumphantly with a brilliant smile. "Now that you're out of the way, I think you should hurry home before you explode out of those clothes. You wouldn't want to ruin your reputation any further, right piggy?"

Kayla's words become apparent as you glance down. Your body is slowly, but steadily putting on weight before your very eyes. Your petite pouch of a belly blew up, bulging out from underneath your hoodie and against your groin. You could feel your thighs squish and meet together, your ass pressing and spreading across the wall you were leaning up against. In a panic, you flee the hallway, your mind adrift in a sea of confusion. There was no way you could confront Nicole like this, so you would have to bide your time or something. You end up treating more than a few dozen students to the sight of a chubby, red-faced woman, her pale doughy body squeezed into clothing a few sizes too small, lumbering through the hall and out onto the campus.

It takes forever, but you're finally back at what must have been Kayla's apartment, an absolute pigsty of what could be considered a home. Fast food wrappers were strewn about the floor along with dirty clothes. You walk towards the bathroom, clumsily kicking a discarded bra out of frustration. It seems that Kayla's curse has finally worked its course on you yet you could still feel the strange bloated sensation bouncing around your abdomen, ruining your body further. Your phone rings and you look down. It was a text from your number reading "Progress pics ;)" You sigh reluctantly and take a picture of yourself to send to your former self.

There was no hiding it. It was as if you were a completely different woman than Kayla, at least one that doubled in size within the span of an hour. You were enormous. You squeeze a handful of your belly, its texture like that of pudding, your chubby fingers disappearing from sight. Your breasts barely grew more than a cup size even though you were significantly fatter. You sigh, laying a hand against one of your breasts before turning around to look at your ass. You cringe at the sheer size of it. Each cheek was enormous, jutting out from your back to form a subtle shelf. You miss your old body so much. Your pale body jiggles and sways as you continue to probe around.

Your phone beeps again. "It's almost done!" reads the next text. You decline to answer, focusing instead on your body as the bloated sensation returns more fiercely than ever. You lean against the countertop and groan as a powerful pressure builds towards your backside. You try holding it back, but your efforts prove fruitless as a massive, lengthy fart explodes from your enormous ass. You pant as you shove yourself away from the counter, waddling back to your living room, the flatulence continues unabated as your humongous ass finds purchase against a crummy couch. You gaze down in a panic. You didn't exert yourself that much, yet your blouse and panties were absolutely drenched in sweat. You reach back to adjust your panties, cringing at how the soaked fabric clings to your enormous ass.

You frantically text your number back as the humiliation sets in. No answer. You continue to try, but Kayla only seems interested enough to leave you on read. You couldn't allow yourself to be stuck as this gassy hippo of a woman - you were a man! You have a girlfriend, and a scholarship, and...

It's been two weeks since that fateful day and you were still just as dismayed as the moment it happened. Though you haven't worked up the courage to confront your old body about it, you were sure that tomorrow would be the day. Just as Kayla said, you found yourself struggling to pick up the pieces of your new life. It wasn't even two days when you found yourself fired from your job as a lunch lady for the university after one of the students complained that your tit-sweat was dripping into the trays. Holding in your farts for that long was too difficult anyway, and the faculty were starting to get suspicious from your constant bathroom breaks. 

You struggle to cope with your new body by enjoying what little you could enjoy. It took you hours to work up the courage to finger yourself at first, and it wasn't long until this became a frequent activity and source of relief for you. The act required a little too much effort on your part and the horrid stench of both you and your apartment delayed your climax. It wouldn't take you very long to look past your smell - this was you now after all, and you had to have some kind of release. As your thoughts drift, you could only think of how you would look to your old self: The pathetic sight of a massive woman propped up against up against her couch, gasping for breath and venting farts as she clumsily works a hand beneath her belly to tease her sex.

Sometimes Kayla would text you, showing off the various things she was getting up to, whether it was flashy vacations or intense sessions of lovemaking. While he was out obsessing over Nicole, you were stuck inside her dirty apartment, the air stale and heavy with the stench of flatulence and sweat, trying to figure out how you would even begin to pay your bills. The answer came in the form of a text from your old self: A website link accompanied by credentials. You navigate to the site and find that it's a cam-whore site, with Kayla having signed up some time back. You try your luck but your dwindling fan base wonders what ever happened to the cute, pudgy goth you once were. 

Still, you persist, doing your best to scratch out some kind of existence even if your viewership was abysmal. As the weekend drew close, you sat yourself down upon your bed during another lonely evening, the frame creaking in annoyance as it buckles inwards. You adjust your lingerie and check your makeup, taking a moment to force out a wet, reverberating fart that lasts for several seconds. Finally, you turn on your camera. You weren't even halfway into your show when you received a donation, the smallest possible amount, from someone named Nicole. Your heart soars until your eyes fall upon the message, "Fart for us piggy!" Your face reddens and you quickly shut off the camera. With a heavy sigh, you stare into the reflection of your doughy face in your computer monitor. "I guess I'll have to make a new account tomorrow.." You murmur, completely defeated, turning your attention back to your screen and aching pussy.

 

The Other Side

Your phone's clock rolls over to 3:00 AM as your sleepy eyes lazily move along a series of creepypastas, each one more ridiculous than the next. From Korean elevator games to secret Soviet projects and installations, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at what came up next.

Another game by the looks of it. One that you've seen done to death around the Internet. It was easy, really. All you would have to do is phone or text yourself and you would apparently meet your doppelganger. You chuckle at the absurdity of it as you sit up in your bed, a morbid feeling of curiosity gradually overtaking you. You minimize the application on your phone and begin to tap in your own number, holding it up to your ear as it dials. Just as you're about to put your phone down, someone appears to pick it up. You hear breathing on the other end - your breathing? "Hello..?" You begin.

"Oh!" You hear a surprised, feminine voice on the other end. "It's you, finally!" She concludes. You quickly turn your phone over. That was your number, no doubt about it. Just what was going on? You hold the handset back up to your ear. You're at a complete loss for words. Were you dreaming? "I have a surprise for you," She pipes up excitedly, "Go to the bathroom." 

You see no reason not to comply, and as if in a trance, you walk towards the bathroom and flip the switch. What meets you is the last thing you ever expected. Standing in the mirror, holding her phone up, was the woman you were speaking to. You walk towards her, stupefied. "That's it," she chimes.

She smiles brilliantly upon seeing you. She looked nothing like what you'd expect your doppelganger to be. The woman before you was unmistakably obese. Her bathroom, while looking like your own, was almost completely different in its own way. Messy piles of clothing were strewn about the room, a hilariously oversized thong draped over the corner of the sink in a manner that could best be described as trashy. You're unable to discern anything else as she steps closer to the mirror, bulging out of the frame with her enormous body. "Come closer," she pleads, "Why don't we get to know one another?"

 

You notice her reaching out to touch the mirror, her belly sinking into the edge of the countertop, bulging into the sink below, her heavy breasts slapping together. The mirror fogs up as she closes in, the woman beckoning you closer. Despite this unfathomable scenario sounding more like an actual creepypasta by the second, you lean in, holding your hand up to the mirror. "Finally," She hisses softly, "It's all going to be over."

As soon as your hands touch, everything goes black.

The next time you open your eyes, you find yourself staring at, well, yourself. Lengthy locks of brown hair spill into your eyes as everything becomes apparent. You can feel a tremendous weight draped along your body like a heavy blanket, dragging you down towards the sink. You are now her, and there she was staring back at you with a maniacal grin. The air around you reeks as some dreadful concoction of odors overwhelm your senses, causing you to gag. You can hear yourself laughing on the other end of the phone.

 

You open your mouth to protest, only to stun yourself into silence with a massive, wet fart. "That's one thing I don't have to deal with anymore," You hear yourself say on the other end of the phone. "Do you know how long I had to hold that one in during our little call?" 

 

"Turn me back!" You scream in an unfamiliar voice, pounding on the mirror, jiggling your flabby arm. Exhaustion slowly begins to set in with your outburst, forcing you to brace yourself against the counter as you fought to catch your breath. Even the simple act of moving your arm worked up an excessive sweat. Before long, your pale, doughy body was shimmering in the bathroom's florescent lighting. You continue to wheeze and gasp loudly, a cacophony of noisy farts bubbles from your sizeable ass, prompting your reflection to fan at his nose. You can only watch as your reflection takes one last look at you, a hint of pity in his expression as he walks away from the mirror, disappearing around a corner. Once he's out of sight, the mirror seems to fade to normal, its reflection depicting an enormous, sweaty woman, tears streaming down her eyes as she grunts from the effort of venting fart after noisy fart.

A month passed since your fateful decision to play that stupid game, and needless to say, your life was hellish compared to before.

Your supposed doppelganger became a new person in your life like an unwanted pen pal. They texted you almost every day, filling you in on the various details of her old life while proudly boasting about what used to be your own. You quickly discovered that you were on benefits having never worked a day in your life. You could imagine your old self roaring with laughter as she went into various details, including the many, many dates you've ruined as well as the depressing lengths you went to in order to get laid, almost none of which were successful. You counted yourself lucky that some details of this woman's life lined up with your old one, namely some of your old hobbies. 

Your phone beeped as you mashed the buttons of your controller, the light from the television illuminating your pale body. You glance down towards your phone, lifting one of your gigantic ass cheeks to force out yet another fart. Not even a month's time allowed you get used to the smell. It was him, again. You sigh and reach down towards your phone, unlocking it to read the text.

"How's it going gassy? You haven't been answering me so I've been worried. Why do you always leave me on read? Have you been enjoying yourself? I know I have. ;)" The text was accompanied by a large picture; it was your old self, balls deep in some bombshell of a woman. A jolt of excitement ignites within your slit at the picture. You find yourself staring at it for a lot longer than you'd care to admit to. You could only dream of being in such a position now. Drumming up an exhausted sigh, you carefully begin to work your chunky fingers beneath your gut and between your sweat-soaked thighs, fingering yourself to one of the most explosive climaxes of your new life.