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.