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?"

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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..