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.

My New Best Friend

 

"Hey hot stuff, what'cha doing out here?" The cute, chubby woman questions you suddenly. You recoil in surprise, not really expecting to run into anyone during your early morning walk, especially not in the middle of the forest. You decide to stop and make small talk with the woman even sitting down in the snow with her once she beckons you down. Strangely enough, the woman seems to be coming onto you, flashing her cleavage, angling her body to draw in your gaze, even popping a sucker into her mouth in as erotic a fashion as you could possibly imagine. 

"You wanna be like, friends?" She asks out of nowhere, "Like, with benefits and all that. I hope I'm not coming off as too desperate or anything.." 

You grin and reassure her otherwise, looking the woman up and down deliberately. "Yeah, sure, I think I would like that a lot," You finally decide despite the inherent oddity of all this.

Upon hearing your answer, the woman pulls you in for a sudden kiss, pressing her warm tits against your chest as you lock lips, the artificial strawberry flavor of her lollipop creeping into your mouth. She presses in as the kiss deepens further, skillfully using her tongue to press her sucker into your mouth. You gulp firmly, washing the lollipop's flavor down your throat where it settles in your stomach like a block of lead. The woman joins her arms around your shoulders, emboldened by what she's just done, holding you still while she makes out with you passionately. You groan into her mouth hotly. Minutes pass as the sucker dissolve in your mouth, the woman only pausing to allow you to catch your breath. 

You notice something is amiss once you feel your chest press against her own. You glance down only to immediately notice a pair of breasts swelling out to press against her own - your breasts. You look into her eyes with panic, causing her to release you just as the transformation takes hold. You squirm against the ground as you pack on weight at an unnatural rate, a heavy, pale belly spilling over the waistband of your pants as the rest of your body begins to catch up. Your expanding breasts slap against the shelf of your belly. Your thighs ripple as they balloon in size, causing your jeans to creak as those fleshy pillars forcibly collide against one another as if desperately fighting for space. Your ass, not to be outdone, thickens out of control to the point of being gigantic. Dyed hair spills into your eyes. Even your clothes began to change, turning into a snug pair of sweatpants and a simple, black shirt.

"Well, maybe I should've explained this a little earlier, but.. Well.." She begins, looking you over with delight. "I'm not attracted to you whatsoever, at least I wasn't until now. You see, Sam, I love girls that look just like you." The woman coos, watching with delight as you pull yourself to your feet to examine your new form.

"Unfortunately, there are a few things I don't like." She says suddenly, her tone darkening, leaving you shaking with anxiety. "You're prettier than me and your tits are bigger than mine, not to mention how much fatter your ass is." You open your mouth to protest but she's already upon you, pressing back up against your bulbous body, gazing into your eyes. "Normally this wouldn't be an issue since you're going to be mine and all, but I did say friends with benefits, right?" She grins.

"We're going to fix all of this," the woman adds ominously, raking her hands across the front of your belly. "You're going to have the worst gas."

Before you can even digest what she's saying, a sudden pressure builds against your backside, forcing you to vent a booming, wet fart that echoes into the forest around you. You stare at her, stupefied, only for her to laugh right in your face. "Absolutely disgusting, but now I won't have to worry about you banging anyone I bring home behind my back, huh? The only kind of guy that will even get near your enormous ass will be someone I won't be caught dead with." The woman smirks, "That is, if you can manage to bring anyone home like that. Fortunately for you, I think you're stunning."

"Turn me back!" You screech in your new, girly voice. You could already feel a desperate need to fart within moments of your last release. The pressure was enough to distract you completely. Holding it back left your stomach aching. You squeeze your thighs together tightly, but that does nothing to stop you from releasing another massive fart - your stomach gurgling loudly with its release. You grunt loudly as another expulsion of gas follows, nearly rendering you breathless. The woman wags a finger in front of your face and gives you a sour look. "It's too late for that! Besides, you agreed to this, didn't you?"

You decline to answer. It doesn't take very long for that sour expression of hers to give way to one of excitement. "Oh! That's right! Now that we're besties, we get to hang out! Come to my place tonight, we're going to the club, got it? Won't that be exciting, my lovely little whale? Don't give me that look, I'll help you with your makeup and everything. Just remember to make me look good out there, alright gassy?" She questions, pressing her palm into your stomach, forcing you to answer her with a lengthy fart. "Don't worry. I'll give you plenty of thanks after."

With that, she turned away, leaving you in the middle of the forest to gather your thoughts. Shivering, you begin to waddle back home, fretting at your constant farting every step of the way, wondering just what kind of life your new best friend has in store for you...

Put Them On

Turning over your laundry hamper you allow all of your clean clothes to tumble onto your bed so that you can organize them.You can't help but notice a humongous pair of panties conveniently seated at the peak of the pile of clothes before you as you toss your hamper aside. You scrunch your face up in confusion; how did this get here and who do they even belong to?

You're unable to contain a baffled, awe-struck expression as you hold the panties up to examine them: They're enormous, you figure you could fit your entire body into one of the leg holes with ease. Worse yet was the fact that they didn't seem to be clean as if they didn't even go through the washer at all. The oversized panties were soaked and had a strong, earthy scent to them that suggests their former owner wore them for more than a few days. 

Just as you place the panties back down onto the pile of clothing, a strange sensation washes over you as you continue to gawk down at the absurdly sized underwear. Your heart pounds in your chest as a strange, perverse sense of excitement creeps into your mind: Put them on, your thoughts ring out, urged on by that building excitement. You can't believe you're actually going to do this even if it just seems right. You quickly pull your clothing off and step into the panties, gripping the cool, moist fabric up your legs, watching with a slight hint of amusement at how they didn't fit you by any stretch of the imagination. You shudder and exhale hotly as the damp fabric presses against your groin. As you stand there in the middle of the room, holding the soaked panties against your body, your vision steadily begins to blur. You're unable to stop yourself from collapsing onto your bed as a heavy, weighty presence settles in the core of your being.

"No.. Wait, no.." You protest weakly against some unseen assailant, groaning as the strange, heavy sensation spreads throughout your entire body. You struggle to make out the sight of your expanding body through your blurred vision as your senses attempt to keep up with your rapid changes. A feminine moan escapes your mouth as you lean forward sluggishly, pressing your thickening fingers into the sides of your ballooning belly. You can feel your arms press into the sides of your expanding breasts. You frantically grope along the underside of your belly and along your groin, only to find that your manhood was gone without a trace. You can feel the bed buckle at your increasing weight while your ass explodes in size. Finally, the entire array of strange sensations begins to subside as the panties become a snug fit on your new body and then some, allowing you to get a good look at yourself. The effort of lifting your new body from your bed leaves you lightheaded and gasping for breath; you can feel sweat forming within your rolls and beneath your arms.

You can't help but shriek at the sight that meets you. Somehow, the panties rewrote your being entirely leaving you as this morbidly obese woman that you've never seen in your entire life. At some point during the process, a fitting bra materialized across your sizeable breasts preserving some of your modesty, but that was hardly any consolation for you now. You stare into your bedroom mirror, its reflection depicting an exhausted, red-faced woman with tears flowing down her red cheeks. Your stomach churns and groans violently, forcing you to pause to vent a humongous, shuddering belch that left your ears ringing. You were now unmistakably obese, easily one of the fattest girls you've ever seen in your life. The way your belly jiggles and sways with every step along with the ridiculous weight of your ass slowing you to a crawl leaves you cringing with embarrassment.

The sharp scent of sweat interrupts your frantic gazing forcing you to slow down for a moment. You feel along the back of the panties that were now wedged against your titanic ass only to discover they were more soaked than when you first found them. Even the bra that was digging into the upper half of your gut was already damp with sweat. With a frustrated groan, you settle in for the evening. You try peeling the soaked panties from your obese body but the damage is clearly done; you remain stuck as this woman without any way of going back.

A few weeks pass while you struggle to conform to your new identity. Life was exceedingly difficult, especially when you found out that the panties changed you and nothing else whatsoever, leaving you feeling trapped in what was once your reality. Finding a new job along with settling everything else was a challenge in itself and left you far more exhausted than you'd care to admit to. You find yourself sitting on the couch one evening just as you're closing in on the fourth week of your new life. A massive, sudden fart erupts from your ass, the horrid stench a quick reminder as to why you don't bother to go out anymore and prefer to live the life of a shut-in. You gradually peel your sweat-soaked thighs apart, the awful stench wafting through your apartment amplifying as you plunge a hand between your thighs, moaning softly as your sausage fingers press against your soaked slit. At the very least you had a good way of passing the time from now on..

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A Date To Remember

A week had passed since your fateful encounter with that horrid witch and the results were life changing to say the very least. Whatever you had done, it came with a heavy price; the witch rewrote your reality entirely changing you into an gross, obese woman in front of the entire bar. Your very first memories of your new life involved being humiliated in front of an entire crowd of people with you running away as fast as your new body could take you. Your recollection of what came before all this was foggy at best along with the rest of your old life, but you knew you fucked up in some catastrophic way. Now you sat here, in the darkness of your room, dealing with the consequences brought on by someone you no longer were. 

The first few days were troublesome and left you sorely wanting. Whatever the witch had done to you, it also ensured that life would be as excruciatingly difficult as possible. First and most obvious was your newfound weight, you were easily the fattest woman you've seen in public so far, not that going out was a common occurrence for you anymore. It was blatantly obvious that the person you became neglected exercise to the point of undue hardship. You were pathetic, barely capable of mustering the strength of a child let alone the strength required to move around with your immense frame; the endless struggle with your weight was one that would never end. Your tits were always in the way, your ass constantly bumping into everything, the bulging rolls of your belly eating up what little space remains in front of you. Sweating buckets wasn't exactly an exaggeration when it came to you either. Even the chill of your overworked air conditioning could only hold it back so much, the ever-present odor of sweat easily perceptible around you particularly between your thighs and within your plunging cleavage. Your stomach became a constant concern as well once you quickly discovered you were inflicted with a monstrous flatulence problem. You were constantly saturating the air around you with the acrid stench of your noisy, wet farts. They never seemed to stop and you found it impossible to get used to the smell. You felt terrible for anyone that had to share a room with you - including yourself - as well as anyone who had the displeasure of being trapped downwind of you. Relief was a rarity, allowing you only a handful of minutes to freshen up until you ruined it all again.

By the time the weekend was in sight, you began to feel frustrated. The witch sure didn't care one bit when she dumped you into this life, she didn't even care to rearrange your old one! It sure felt strange sitting in an unfamiliar apartment, the various trinkets around you holding no meaning whatsoever while your wardrobe was essentially worthless. At the very least your old apartment had a variety of creature comforts and entertainment options to keep you distracted. Going outside was simply out of the question, your social life was effectively crippled by everything about you. Still, you felt a deep sense of longing. You had to get out there, try and introduce your new self to the world, find someone to take good care of you. 

Luck and an unhealthy amount of persistence finally paid off. You decide to open a dating profile. Minutes blur into hours as you struggle to make yourself look as appealing as possible. You make sure to emphasize the size of your huge tits in almost every one of your photos while taking care to hide your prominent double chin. Your extraordinary size guarantees that your prospects are few and far in between, but you finally hit it off with a guy who takes a very keen interest in you. After arranging a dinner date at a nearby restaurant, you couldn't help but feel excited, it was a light at the end of a tunnel. Obviously, there was a lot of work ahead. You spent all of Friday eating as little as possible in a desperate attempt to keep your gas contained while doing everything possible to doll yourself up. Multiple showers, almost an entire stick of deodorant, a freshly washed dress, and a cramped, humid bathroom that smells like rot. This is as ready as you could ever get.

Things got off to a worrying start once your date came around, eying you up and down. You could see a subtle hint of disgust flash across his face for a moment until his eyes fall upon your tits for a few solid seconds. You didn't find him all that ideal but this was your only chance, wasn't it? You smile and introduce yourself before leaning off to the side to grope around the seat beside you, an excuse to flash your date a view of your obscenely massive ass. As expected, your date remains focused on your ass until he's seated. You decide to make small talk while you order, getting yourself a large glass of soda while the two of you awkwardly trudge through surface level topics. Somehow, you find yourself getting a little engrossed, excited even. This is the first time you've had an actual conversation in what felt like forever. Just as you open your mouth to gush about a show you've been watching, a noisy gurgle from your stomach interrupts you. You were starving. "I..I haven't eaten all day.." You quickly make an excuse, but your date gives you a look that suggests he doesn't believe you whatsoever. You neglect to mention that your breakfast consisted of a full pizza from the night before, but that didn't count. Trying to disperse the awkward tension, you lean against the table before you, watching as your date's gaze casually drifts downwards to gawk at your enormous tits propped up by the table.

Your efforts ultimate prove futile as you lean back, exposing two great circles of sweat as your breasts slap against your belly audibly. You pretend not to notice them but your reddening face gives it all away. Your date looks off to the side, pulling out his phone for a quick moment. "T-The food should be here soon.." You say in an attempt to break the silence.

"Uh-huh."

"Do you have any plans after tonight..?"

"Some friends want to hang out in a few hours."

"C-Can I.."

"Oh, it's nothing you'd be interested in."

"Do you want to come back to my place?" You pose the question as strained as ever, trying not to come off as hilariously desperate. In response, he flashes you a devious grin. It quickly became clear to you that this guy wasn't as interested in you as you were led to believe. His halfhearted answers and constant gawking made it clear that he wanted nothing more than to fuck you and run as far away as he could possible get. The thought bounces around your head, leaving you silent as you grind you sweat-soaked thighs against one another. Shit, not now! You were starting to feel wet and that wasn't the least of your worries. An all too familiar pressure swells within your belly, steadily accruing without any end in sight. Fuck, please, not now! I did everything right! Your thoughts race. You recall sitting on the toilet, grunting and moaning from the monumental effort of venting uproarious, putrid farts that left your bathroom feeling more like a sauna than anything else. You scoot towards the opening of the booth, your date chuckling as the damp, sticky noise that results from peeling your drenched thighs from your seat. 

Everything was coming undone, and fast. Beads of sweat roll down your pudgy cheeks and tumble onto your dress below. The sweat from your cleavage was starting to leave a long, dark line down the front of your dress, your flanks suffering a similar fate. You had to save yourself, and fast. "P..Please give me a moment to use the washroom, I-I.." He nods carelessly. Still, your date kept a close eye on the way your ass shifts and bulges against your dress even as you continue to struggle. There was some hope. I can't fucking believe this.. Please, just a little more. I want him so badly, why am I fucking this up? You feel the horrid sting of regret once you swing one massive, cumbersome thigh over the edge of the booth, only for you to inadvertently press your stomach into the edge of the table. You're left absolutely dumbstruck as that intense pressure quickly releases in the form of the most thunderous, ear-piercing fart you've ever made in your entire life. The harsh noise is only amplified by the ridiculous size of your ass. The noxious odor is thankfully contained to your corner of the restaurant, not that it matters anymore, you practically announced the end of your date to nearly a hundred people. You can hear the clatter of cutlery and dishes, the entire restaurant was staring at you. Your date's disgust can hardly be contained. All trace of desire and perversion were erased. You fight to contain your emotions. "I, uhh, need to wash my hands." He murmurs, getting up to leave, leaving you in the aftermath of the only date you could manage to get. Over five agonizing minutes pass and your date is still absent, the restaurant effectively back to normal even though you can hear several horrid comments regarding your weight among other details. You remain silent even as your food arrives, only weakly asking the giggling waitress if you could have the bill - he wasn't coming back. You glance around the restaurant before unceremoniously dumping your date's meal alongside your own before making your way home as quickly as possible, ignoring the various comments made behind our back as you waddle out of the restaurant. 

 

You spend the remainder of the evening stuffing your face after deleting your dating profile, the noise of the television in the background unable to mask the noise of your endless chewing and flatulence. Tears stream down your face, ruining your thick makeup, your vision blurs as you messily cram entire handfuls of food into your mouth leaving a wide array of stains all around your pale body. Before long you had a hand crammed beneath your stomach, feverishly working your drenched pussy. The low, steady heat of arousal didn't let up one bit even after the worst date in your entire life. You figure it was just another treat by that cursed bitch of a witch. As you easily work yourself up to climax after explosive climax, you reluctantly begin to accept your life as a massive shut-in of a slob.