Infinite corridor [m2bbw, gas]

 The last thing you remember is going to sleep in your own bed.

Yet somehow you now find yourself returning to consciousness in a corridor of a building you don't recognize.

A mysterious black woman is confidently strutting away from you.

You politely greet her, but she neither stops or turns around.

So you chase after her.

Surely the woman could tell you where you are and what's going on.

But despite your multiple attempts to get her attention, the woman continues to walk onwards, as if intentionally ignoring you.

Perhaps she could simply be deaf, you think to yourself.

So, you accelerate your steps to catch up to the woman, intending to gently tap her shoulder.

But no matter how much faster you attempt to walk, the distance between you remains the same.

Everything appears so surreal, yet too real to be a dream.

You feel strange sensations throughout your body, growing stronger by the second.

Something deep inside of you, perhaps a primal instinct that's laid dormant your whole life, suddenly awakens.

It's telling you to escape, to run away from this woman.

She's luring you into a trap.

A transformation from which there'll be no way back.

It's already begun.

You can tell by the sound of your steps against the wooden floor.

Your body is swelling, becoming heavier all over.

Your thighs are starting to make contact with eachother.

Your chest is jiggling uncontrollably with your motions.

No, turning back is not an option at this point.

You have to catch the woman and convince her to reverse these changes.

So you try to run after her.

But it's no use anymore.

You've become too fat to run.

Barely managing a ridiculous waddle that sends ripples all across your flabby frame.

The woman is much further away now, still walking towards what looks like almost an infinitely distant exit.

You try shouting at her, but it comes out as a girly scream.

"Wait! Don't leave me like this!", you yell, your voice cracking with distress.

This seems to trigger something.

You hear a thunderous rumbling sound from behind you.

It's some kind of thick green vapor, slowly approaching you as it fills the corridor.

You look ahead and notice that the woman has disappeared.

Perhaps the exit is closer than it seems, you think to yourself.

Emboldened by this hope, you try to accelerate your pace once again.

Within seconds your body is glistening with sweat and you're out of breath.

Perhaps, in your former body you could have made it.

But now, at 400 lbs, it's impossible.

A horrible stench stings your nostrils.

The mysterious fumes have caught up to you.

It's like the concentrated smell of the worst toilets you've been in.

Almost as if conscious, the gas fiercely enters you through your nose and mouth.

Your stomach swells even larger as the smelly fumes become a permanent part of you.

You pass out for what feels only like a second, and wake up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar, dirty apartment.

You gasp for breath and open your eyes, slowly letting your glance wander downwards to tell you what you already know.

You haven't changed back.

You're an obese young woman, still drenched in sweat.

Still smelling that awful stench.

You can feel a fart building up, but the bubbly sensation is much stronger than anything you've experienced before.

 

You try holding it in so bad that tears start running down your cheeks, but the effort is meaningless.

You're completely unable to stop yourself from letting out a huge fart.

A neighbor starts banging on the wall, a muffled male voice yelling "keep it down, fatty!"

You also hear a female sound coming from where you assume the front door to be.

"Yes, ma'm. The target's fate has been altered. There is now zero chance he'll ever cross paths with you. And he'll never gather a loyal following, the way he is now. Did you hear the sound of his... Relief just now?"

After several tries you manage to heave yourself up, but by the time you've waddled to the front door, the woman is nowhere to be seen.

You've been left stuck, in this overweight body, a life you know nothing about, and with severe, incurable flatulence.