Change of plans [gas, m2bbw, weight transfer]

You had been relaxing at your table for only a brief moment when a rather sizeable woman took the seat opposite of you.

At first you thought she had simply not noticed you sitting there, but then the woman looked up at you and spoke.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be Urbanranger96?", she asked you.

"What?"

"Sorry. Just the dumb nickname of some guy I was supposed to meet here. But it's over 20 minutes past the time we agreed on, so I guess he's not coming", she explained.

"Aw. Maybe he got stuck in traffic or something? It can get pretty bad around here in the evenings."

"Nah. He could have messaged me if that was the case. Trust me, this isn't the first time a guy bails out on me. Some men just don't want to be seen hanging out in public with someone as big as me, I suppose." The woman finished her sentence by shifting her weight back and forth on the seat, making her meaty curves wobble very noticeably.

"Come on, it can't be that bad... I mean, at least you're outspoken about it, I guess? I bet lots of guys appreciate a straightforward lady like you."

She chuckled at your remark.

"Yeah, right. Talk like that is cheap. And I'm defnitely not a lady. I'm more like a garbage dump of medical problems. But the thing is, I could really use someone to cheer me up tonight... And I think you could do a pretty good job at it. How about coming over to my place for drinks?"

You felt inclined to turn her down. The mention of medical issues, combined with the air of desperation coming off her made you feel uncomfortable about the whole proposition - what if she had STDs or maybe some other infectious diseases?

"We don't have to fuck, if that's what you're worried about. Fuck it, I'll even pay you money", she said, shoving one of her chubby hands in her bra under one of her tits, to pull out a crumpled hundred dollar bill. Before you could protest, she leaned forward over the table, exposing an inappropriate amount of cleavage for you, and stuffed the money in your pocket.

You sighed and shrugged. Maybe it could be fun pretending to be a male escort for one night, especially if no sex was required.

The woman's apartment was a filthy mess. The air was heavy with the stench of greasy junk food wrappers that had been marinating in room temperature for weeks, possibly even months. The only thing that was not completely covered in trash was her queen sized bed and the large TV facing towards it. Several game consoles sat underneath, looking like offerings to the 60" inch widescreen black altar of her slovenly lifestyle.

"Sorry about the mess, these days I never seem to find the energy to clean. Anyway, I'm gonna be in the bathroom for a while, so feel free to grab a controller. And help yourself to the beer in the fridge."

You hesitated at first, content to just sit on the bed while sheepishly sipping on your beer. But the comfortable silence came to an awkward stop when several loud fart noises blasted out from within the bathroom. You figured that turning on the TV and some console to play a game on a loud enough volume to mask the farting sounds would be the thoughtful thing to do, so you did.

And so the evening went by, with you entertaining yourself by hunting for achievements, focusing on the title that you were most familiar with, while simultaneously downing beers at an impressive pace. It felt like the woman was never going to leave the toilet, her flatulent episode still going on in the background even after almost an hour had passed. Her farts sounded almost cartoonishly exaggerated, to a point where you couldn't resist asking if this whole setup was a prank of some sort.

"Sorry. I have a chronic flatulence problem", she explained, her voice muffled by the wall between you two. "It's not usually this bad, unless I've held in in for a long time... Like I did just now when I went to the pub."

You apologized and returned your attention to the game and drinking. At some point, your eyelids began to feel a little heavy, and you decided to pause the game to lay down for a few minutes. But soon, your drowsiness got the best of you, and those minutes became hours as you dozed off.

Feeling warm, heavy breathing against your temple brought you back to consciousness. The room was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of the pause screen. Your other arm was pinned tightly against the bed, squished under the soft weight of a 400 lbs woman spooning against you. Apparently she had finally gotten out of the bathroom and was now laying next to you naked, fingering herself furiously.

"Fuuuck...", she moaned. "I know we agreed on no sex... But I'm so fucking horny... I bet you can HEAR how wet I am right now..."

"Uh-huh...", you blurted out anxiously. You could definitely hear it, not to mention smell it very easily. In some other situation the overwhelming stench of her juices might have repulsed you, but your drunken, half-asleep brain felt strangely aroused by the situation. So when the woman pulled out your cock and heaved herself on top of you, you made no effort to stop her, not that you actually could have managed it anyway. She brought your dazed cock to life with her hand and guided it to her steaming hot, dripping wet cavern of a pussy, where it slid effortlessly on the first try, almost making you blow your load right there.

She began to ride you with great enthusiasm. You watched her flabby outlines bouncing up and down on your cock, the vision blurred by your tired eyes, as she thrusted her girth back and forth.

"Please... Tell me you want me. Tell me you want my body", she begged.

"I... I do..."

"T-thank you... But... Say it exactly like I said it... I need this to get off... Repeat after me: I. Want. Your. Body..."

You saw no reason to not comply.

"I want your body..."

This really did seem to awaken something primal within the woman, as immediately upon hearing the words, she accelerated her pace, screaming like she was in either total ecstacy or unspeakable pain. You felt yourself cumming inside of her, but before you could worry about the implications of that, you passed out again.

You woke up to the calming sight of morning sunrays shining from between the gaps in the blinds, and to the aching sensations from your upset stomach.

Attempting to lift yourself up drew your attention to an alien feeling of immense extra weight all across your body, and looking down revealed the horrifying reason; somehow, your body had fattened up in your sleep, all the way into the territory of morbid obesity. It had also acquired undeniably feminine proportions in the process - as made apparent by the heavy pair of tits hanging from your chest, sagging slightly towards your sides due to being pushed apart by your swollen stomach. But the most swollen part was your massive, fat ass that spilled across the bed, with butt cheeks wide enough to require at least two seats if you would ever dare to use public transportation.

"Nooo...!", you blurted out in a cute, girly voice. Even your frustrated grunting sounded feminine as you struggled greatly to get yourself up.

With heavy steps accompanied by uncomfortable sensations of your tits and fat rolls jiggling all over, you finally reached the bathroom mirror to survey your reflection. Gone were the traces of masculinity from your face, and aside from the color of your eyes, your looks held little resemblance to your former self. Your chubby cheeks were red and your forehead glistened with sweat from all that effort it took to simply raise yourself from bed. You noticed a note laying in the sink, with a message on it in elegant handwriting.

"Thank you so much for granting me the opportunity at a new life as a guy. Originally, I intended to do this with a volunteer, but as you know, he chickened out... And I didn't want to back out, because last night was literally my last chance to perform the spell. I'm sorry for tricking you like this, and I intend to make it up to you. But I can't say when, yet. Please take the time to calm down. I know this situation is a lot to take in at once, but I'm sure you'll eventually adjust, and even find some joy in your new lifestyle. So please, just hang in there, and don't do anything crazy."

You crumpled up the paper in your hand and plopped down on the toilet seat, your huge backside basically covering the whole thing. This act instinctively reminded you of the storm raging inside your digestion, and without so much as even the slightest straining, a long, loud fart erupted from your asscrack, the awful sound reverberating deeply within it's porcelain prison. Another huge fart followed. And then another. Your legs shook and your lower lip quivered from both anger and confusion. Not only had that selfish woman trapped you in a body just like hers, but she had also passed on the nightmarish flatulence issue to you. There was no way you would ever dare to venture out in public with such a ridiculous problem. A wave of emotion washed over you and you broke down in tears; a tragically comical sight of a fat woman on a toilet, sobbing and farting simultaneously.

Eventually, your hunger forced you to gather yourself, allowing you to calmly examine your new situation.

Somehow, your new identity was eligible for disability benefits, and a fixed sum appeared in your bank account every month. It wasn't much, but it was enough to cover all the necessary expenses and still allowing you to afford having all your meals delivered to your door, which was great because even the thought of going outside, the way you were now, made you tremble with anxiety.

You figured out that laying on your stomach kept your gas build-up to a minimum, and so you laid like that on your bed throughout most of the day now, while playing through the vast game collection. You expected to be bored within a week, but this new hobby grew on you quickly and it only became more engaging to you after each day.

After building up some courage to explore your new body further, you also found out that your sex drive was higher than ever, and you could easily keep yourself busy for hours just by playing with yourself. Your new lady parts were constantly aching for your attention, and it was difficult to resist the temptation most of the time.

Clyde's curse [cuck, male shrinking, male wg, penis shrinking, premature ejaculation, female muscle]

Clyde gave Amanda a mischievous smirk as he adjusted himself on her couch, spreading his legs slightly further apart to make the bulge in his pants more noticeable. It was an obvious attempt at gauging his ex-girlfriend's interest in sleeping with him. Amanda returned the smile, seeming enthusiastic at the prospect, and started pouring two glasses of wine.

"Cheers", said Clyde, and, in his usual over the top 'masculine' manner, immediately chugged down the entire drink in one go.

"Come on, Clyde. You're supposed to take your time with that!", explained Amanda.

"Is that so? You wanna get me another so I can try again?"

Amanda handed over her own glass, and Clyde drank that too.

"Aren't you worried you'll be too drunk to drive home safely?", Amanda asked.

"Who says I have to drive home tonight? I can just crash here, right?"

"Wow, you seem way too convinced that I'd let my ex-boyfriend share a bed with me again!"

"Oh? I was thinking of crashing on this couch... But, if you insist on the bed..."

"Mhmm, you're such a smug bastard, Clyde", Amanda said, biting her lower lip seductively and placing her hand on Clyde's bulge. She could immediately feel it start throbbing fiercely against her palm.

"But what about your new girlfriend?", Amanda continued. "How are you and Cynthia doing anyway? I can't imagine a satisfied boyfriend would be drinking wine at this hour with his sex starved, poor ex..."

"Eh, we're doing alright actually. But you know me, Amanda. Restricting myself to a single woman for the rest of my life just isn't my thing. Plus, that woman has really let herself go within the past year, while I still work my ass off at the gym every day. Dedicating this great body and cock to only one girl would technically be pretty selfish of me, right?

"Oh my god, you're still the same cocky asshole that won me over when we were younger. But yeah, I guess you're not entirely wrong. Mm, because you do look really sexy to me still", confessed Amanda as she lifted up Clyde's shirt, exposing his very defined abs.

"You know it, babe. And you deserve this. We both deserve this.

Requiring no further hints, Amanda swung herself on Clyde's lap and now the former lovers were all over eachother, furiously exchanging kisses. One thing led to another and soon they were both naked on Amanda's bed, with Clyde balls deep in Amanda.

But something about the act felt odd to him. Normally, he could easily last over 10 minutes of non-stop banging without breaks or switching positions, especially after having a drink. And though the bitter aftertaste of the wine still lingered strongly in his mouth, Clyde found himself having to fight back the urge to come after less than a minute of penetration. He tried asking Amanda to slow down, but she only laughed and did the opposite instead, riding Clyde even faster while simultaneously clenching the muscles of her crotch. Clyde groaned as he climaxed on the spot, only slightly more than a minute into the actual intercourse.

An awkward moment of laying on the bed followed, both catching their breaths. Clyde was visibly bothered by what must have been his worst performance ever, but Amanda was almost beaming for some reason - grinning in a cryptic fashion, as if she knew something that Clyde didn't.

After resting a while, Clyde tried picking up the lovemaking session from where he'd left it, feeling determined to make up for his premature orgasm. But once again he felt close to orgasming, now after only a few thrusts. Deciding that he didn't want to risk failing again, Clyde pulled his cock out of Amanda's pussy and started coming up with excuses for making an exit.

"This is wrong, Amanda. You were right, I need to go back home. We're adults, we can't fool around like this anymore."

"Ohh? Did my manly stud suddenly grow a conscience, teased Amanda, running her finger between Clyde's pecs. They appeared slightly puffier than earlier that evening.

"Call it whatever you want. I'm outta here. Sorry, Amanda."

"Hehe, alright, Clyde. Good luck with Cynthia!"

Upon arriving home, Clyde caught a glimpse of a big cardboard box in the kitchen. Cynthia was emptying the contents onto their shelves.

"I'm back, honey... Hey, what's in that box?", he asked her.

"Hi, hun! They're some kind of new diet or fitness meals, I think? Apparently I won in some random lottery via my gym membership."

"You still have that? When was the last time you actually went?"

"Oh, I don't even remember. But I think I'll go tomorrow. It's strange, but feel like I got my motivation back along with this box, and we both know that I sure could use the exercise", said Cynthia, grabbing her thick love handle and giving it a shake for emphasis.

"That's great, babe. Maybe you can join me at the gym tomorrow and I can teach you some basics. But now I'm gonna hit the bed. Feeling a little tired."

As Clyde slept, he found himself transported into a dream version of their bedroom. He was sitting on a tiny stool, gazing at the bed. Cynthia was laying there, posing seductively for him. But something about her looked very different. Her body was curvy, yet much leaner than Clyde had ever seen it. There was something very hot, yet intimidating about seeing the formerly plump girl suddenly looking so athletic. Cynthia's torso and limbs seemed longer, as if she had somehow gained over a foot in height.

Suddenly, a naked, muscular man emerged from the other side of the bed. He was taller and in an even better shape than Clyde. Startled, Clyde shouted for Cynthia to get away, but she only seemed annoyed at his warning. She then turned her attention towards the man, and embraced the intruder in a barrage of passionate kisses and fondling.

Clyde's fear turned to anger at the sight of another man making out with his girlfriend. He got up from the stool, intending to break up the two with force, but as he did, more strange changes became apparent. Despite having stood up, Clyde's field of vision still seemed much too close to the floor, while the ceiling appeared to be much higher to him than before. Every step he took felt short and laborious. Looking down, Clyde saw his body swelling rapidly. His washboard abs melted into soft fat as his stomach surged forth, soon expanding all the way into a huge bean bag belly that spilled over the waistband of his pants.

Despite the dramatic changes, Clyde was still determined to reach the bed, even though he was now starting to seriously doubt his chances of forcing the intruder off of Cynthia. Reaching the bedside made it clear how short he actually was now. His gigantic gut bumped against the mattress. Getting up on the bed in this state would be challenging.

"C-Cynthia!!!", Clyde cried out to his girlfriend, flailing pathetically at her with his stubby arms. Cynthia and her mysterious new lover finally seemed to acknowledge him and stopped making out, turning their faces towards Clyde. Cynthia looked merely puzzled at his shouting, while the man wore a slightly sympathetic expression, as if feeling pity towards his shrunken, obese rival.

"What's up, hun?", Cynthia casually asked, as if everything unfolding was completely normal to her.

Clyde's mind drew a blank at the question. He felt unable to find suitable words to describe his distress with the situation.

"Y-you're my g-girlfriend!!!", he eventually managed to blurt out.

"Aww, honey... Did you want to come get a closer look?", Cynthia replied, cooing at Clyde as if he was a baby.

"I... Uh... Huhh?", he stammered. 

Smiling, the man behind Cynthia ran his hand across her new abs, eventually settling on one of her tits and squeezing it firmly. The display made Clyde feel unbearably aroused. His fat hips began to thrust back and forth against the bedside, and the sensation of his enormous sagging gut grinding against his erect cock immediately brought him to a point of no return. Before Clyde even realized what he was doing, his cock spurted, making a sticky mess inside his pants.

The athletic couple looked down at Clyde with sorry expressions. He felt incredibly confused and ashamed, but unable to speak. The horrifying scene came to an abrupt end when the lights in the room began to flicker, eventually going out completely, and the dream turned to blackness.

Clyde returned to consciousness with a loud snort. "What a fucking nightmare", he thought to himself. But as he tried getting up and noticed how unreasonably difficult it felt, Clyde saw that his body was still just as obese as it had been in the dream. The nightmare had chased him into reality.

His heart racing, Clyde waddled towards the full-length mirror, located in the hallway of the apartment. As he went past the kitchen, he took notice of hundreds of empty fitness meal wrappers laying across the floor.

The reflection of the mirror showed a morbidly obese male figure, with a height more fitting to a middle schooler than an adult. He now stood barely five feet tall, possibly even slightly below that. Clyde lifted up his enormous gut to discover more evil changes; his body was now hairier than before, with the exception of his pubic area, and his formerly impressive cock had shrunk to a tiny nub that hid inside his puffy crotch like a turtle head retreated in it's shell.

There Clyde stood for several moments, until a key could be heard turning inside the front door. The sound released him from his state of frozen shock.

Inside stepped a tall, muscular lady, nothing short of an amazonian goddess, bearing some facial resemblance to the woman Clyde remembered as Cynthia.

"Clyde!", she exclaimed sternly.

"C-Cynthia, is that you? Oh god, what's happened to us?"

"Why the hell are you walking around the house naked, you perv? What if I had brought guests with me?", inquired Cynthia.

"H-huh?", Clyde stuttered, dumbstruck. Never before had he heard Cynthia talking down to him in such a strict tone.

"The fuck does that matter right now? Everything's all fucked up!!!", he shouted at her.

"It matters to me and my dates! Seeing you like this in the hallway would be pretty awkward for most guys."

Clyde felt a sensation of despair twisting his insides. Did that disgusting scene in the nightmare happen for real? Why was Cynthia so unphased about all of this?

"C-Cynthia, please... Tell me that you're not cheating on me... Please tell me that you're still my girlfriend!!!"

"Aww, Clyde... You know I still care about you so, so much! But we made this arrangement a long time ago, I don't understand why you're choosing to make a fuss about it now!"

"W-what arrangement?"

"Don't you remember, honey? When it became obvious that you'd never be able to satisfy me in bed, we made the mutual decision to allow eachother to see other people as well."

"Bullshit!!! I've satisfied you every time we've fucked!!!", protested Clyde.

Cynthia chuckled. "Oh yeah? Well, how about helping me get out of these gym clothes right here and now to prove to me you don't have a problem anymore?"

It sounded absurd at first. But when Cynthia walked up to him, the aroma of her sweat combined with her stunningly gorgeous body immediately drove Clyde's senses crazy and already he could feel an orgasm closing in.

"Start with my socks", Cynthia commanded. Clyde obeyed and lowered himself down on his knees in front of her like a servant - or a slave. He could feel his heart beating faster as he began peeling Cynthia's sweaty sock off of her foot. The former Clyde wouldn't have considered such a mundane act even foreplay, but now he had to dedicate every single second to resisting a growing urge to come.

"Good, you got my first sock off. Now how about I get you off?", Cynthia asked. Before Clyde could answer, her bare foot darted towards his crotch, and he felt her twirling her toes against his little prick.

Clyde's already critical arousal level spiked once again. He was now breathing heavily through his mouth, his fingers and feet shaking visibly.

"What's the matter, Clyde? Don't tell me you're gonna come from just this? How do you expect to ever be able to please me if you can't even handle my toes?"

Clyde was now moaning helplessly. He could tell there was no stopping it anymore. He was going to blow his load now.

"If you cum here, I'm gonna take that as a permission to invite Mark over tonight. If your cock is unable to penetrate me, then I just have to find one that can, right? It's only fair that I get to orgasm too."

Hearing this, Clyde made one last effort to hold back, but it was the final straw. "AaaaaAAAAHHHHHH!!!", Clyde yelled in an orgasmic bliss as he sprayed his seed all over Cynthia's toes and the hallway carpet.

Instead of anything resembling a post orgasm clarity, Clyde's head was suddenly flooded with racing thoughts. New memories. Whatever strange force had altered Cynthia's mind to adapt to this reality, was now working it's magic on Clyde. He felt no less pathetic, but much more familiar with the embarassing situation. Suddenly everything Cynthia had said began to make more sense. Of course he could never please her in bed, he never had. They weren't a real couple. Clyde was simply her roommate, a perverted pig with a premature ejaculation problem and a pathetic dick, that she enjoyed toying for the amusement of herself and some of the guys she brought over.

Unless Clyde could overcome his performance issues and lose weight, he'd never stand a chance of winning back Cynthia. Unfortunately for him, curses inflicted by magical potions would not be lifted by any ordinary means, and the only person that still knew about the changes had no intention of ever reversing the changes.

A few miles away, Amanda smiled to herself as she picked up the two emptied wine glasses from yesterday and gently placed them in the dishwasher.