The Desire is Real - by Edx (~BHM, ~BBW, Magic, Gender Change, ~XWG)

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~BHM, ~BBW, Magic, Gender Change, ~XWG - A man tries on being fat and female through magic.


The Desire is Real

by Edx


[Author's note: Years ago, after one of the periodic requests for a male to BBW stories, I saw how an old story of mine could be easily adapted to add that theme, so I did so. It has been on my web page for some years under the title "Thinderella", but as best as I can tell it has not been posted here before.]


I wasn’t quite sure why I woke up so suddenly, but there was no denying, 7:23am, Sunday morning, I was suddenly wide awake. Philosophically I objected to being awake at that time on a Sunday, but on the other hand it was both my 18th birthday, and my first day alone in my new apartment. Tomorrow I’d be starting college, but today was all mine, with complete and total freedom. To be 18, in New York City, with your own apartment—what could be better? It didn’t feel as great as I wanted it too, but still I decided to get up and make the most of the day.

I grabbed a robe off the stack of boxes beside my bed, and through it on over my t-shirt and boxer shorts. I felt a little silly not just walking around nude since it was my own place, but then again even if was just the beginning of September the morning was a little cool. Another reason why I shouldn’t even have been awake, I mused as I went across the hall to the washroom.

Normally I’d have gone for a run first thing, but Sundays were my day off, when I let myself indulge in indolence. Skipping exercise always gave me the urge to let fantasies run wild, but I decided that before indulging in that sort of pleasure I’d go have breakfast, then later I could soak in the tub and let my mind and fingers wander.

I mentally laughed at myself as I put the toilet seat down “No mom or sister to get on your case here!” I preferred putting it down, however. I headed to the kitchen nook, wishing I’d bought something other than low fat, high fiber cereal, when I finally realized that someone was sitting at the table in my living-room/dining-room area.

I spun towards the figure, all the reflexes and energy from judo, hockey, soccer, and other sports suddenly kicking in. I could feel the back of my mind tallying up options, and I shouted “Aunt Bea! What the hell are you doing here?”

“Sorry.” I added more quietly. “You startled me!”

“My fault Chris” she replied easily. I know it must be a shock to find someone in your apartment. I came by because it is your birthday, and I didn’t want to waste too much of it.”

The thought that came to me was “But Aunt Bea’s presents always come on the day after my birthday!” It was true, every year her present came a day late, but was always something I’d wanted but hadn’t received yet.

“There is no really believable way to say this, so I’ll just give it to you straight. I’m actually your “fairy god-mother” and that makes today a very special day. Your mom saved my life once, so in return I agreed to be your god-mother. I’ve looked out for you so far, and today is the last day of my magic for you, but it is the most important in some ways. Its your Cinderella day.”

“What?”

“Today my magic can make your every wish come true. For the day. Things I change will change back at midnight, but what you do lasts. I can make you taller, and you’ll go back to your normal size at midnight, but if you bang your head because you aren’t used to being tall, you’ll still have the bruise tomorrow. If you break something I can maybe fix it, but not always, so be careful!. People dealing with you will have only hazy memories of the day, but you’ll still make an impression that they might remember. It’s the whole Cinderella thing, the fancy dress and coach and four disappear at midnight, but the prince remembers that he was fascinated by her.”

For some reason I believed her. Either it was true, she was totally insane, or she was an incredible actor. Those last two didn’t line up with anything I remembered about her. But my mind plucked at one corner of her story. “What about Cinderella’s slipper?”

She smiled. “I was getting to that. Emotion has magic of your own. If you somehow become the focus of someone’s heart’s desire, and what they want is also what you want, that can be enough to stop a little bit of the magic from draining away. It is almost impossible to plan, but since the magic is often used to chase after the desire of your heart, it isn’t quite as unlikely as all that. The consequences can be odd, so be a little careful.”

I wasn’t sure if I should be believing her or not, so I went along with it. “So, you can do anything to and for me? Right now? Like say…” I trailed off, as if I was trying to think of something, then tried to sound inspired as I continued “Make me fat?”

She smiled “Easily done, but how fat? And do you want to expand from where you are, or be like you were always fat?

I swallowed “How about expanding me by say, fifty pounds.”

I could feel it happen. It was an amazing feeling. I could feel my skin stretch, I could feel a pressure all over my body but strongest in the stomach as fat welled up. I staggered as my balance was thrown off, and as I recovered I could feel the extra weight. I could also feel my boxer shorts cutting into my waist, and my t-shirt and the rest of the boxers straining over me. Despite which, when I looked down, I didn’t seem all that fat. A little bulging in the middle, softer everywhere, but not what I’d think of as fat. But the magic worked, that meant that I could ask for ….

“More.” I croaked, then corrected “Hold on, let me get different clothes. I marveled at the feel of the extra bulk as I retreated to my bedroom, and managed to squeeze into what were normally loose sweat pants. I came back out, and sat in my recliner. “First, can my make my clothes stretch so they are snug, but not painful? Then can I have another fifty pounds?”

This time I was ready for the sensation, and it was even more incredible. When I looked down, I had a substantial gut sticking out, and even my breasts were quite noticeable. I struggled out of the chair, wobbling until I found my balance. I walked around, squatted down and struggled back to my feet, tried a couple of jumping jacks. Fit though I was, the extra hundred pounds quickly had me breathing hard and looking to sit down again.

“Can you double it, another hundred?” As soon as the words were out of my lips I felt the by now almost familiar sensation. I sagged backwards as I felt my belly grow outwards, and I found myself gasping as the weight settled onto me. My legs were forced apart by my thickening thighs, and I could feel my belly flow out onto my lap. When it finished I lifted an arm curiously, delighted to feel the extra weight even there, then slapped my belly and sent waves across it. I went to get up, but stumbled and fell to the floor. I struggled back to kneeling, and using a chair I managed to pull myself upright, but quickly collapsed back into the recliner, panting for breath.

“How do people who are this fat do it?” I wondered aloud. Then suddenly embarrassed I cut off my question with “Oh, you must think I’m so strange. I’m sorry, its just, you know, with all the training for sports, to be the other way and all…” I trailed off into a shrug that sent exciting ripples across my belly when I dropped it.

Aunt Bea answered “I’m not exactly human, and normal standards don’t mean much to me. Further, the way my magic works, the better it makes me feel. So keep on with whatever your heart desires, I won’t judge it, and I’ll enjoy letting you have it. As for how people that fat get around, they don’t gain two hundred pounds in fifteen minutes. If you want to be like someone who has gotten this way gradually, I can do that.”

I settled myself back into the recliner. “In that case, first another hundred pounds, then in a couple of minutes make it like I’d slowly grown to around four hundred and fifty pounds.”

Again the stretching and welling up sensation swept through me. Then I enjoyed the feeling of being pinned helpless by three hundred pounds of flab. About the time that I was beginning to get concerned about how I was getting more and more winded, I felt another change flow through me, and everything just felt more comfortable somehow.

Getting up was still a real effort, and walking around the apartment was tiring, but I could do it. I noticed subtle changes to the apartment, one of the chairs was sturdier looking, the fridge was bigger, I had a dishwasher. “You do a complete job!” I marveled.

“Wardrobe too.” She countered. You can change to other clothes now if you want.”

I headed into my bedroom, and found that what she said was true. I shouted out “Could you give me a big mirror that I can see myself in?”

I stripped down and marveled at my soft, rounded, figure. I hoisted my breasts that were substantial enough to jiggle when I walked. I heaved up my enormous gut, then frowned. After a seconds consideration I called out “Can you get rid of my body hair? And stubble too? Uh, leave the eyebrows and eyelashes though!”

I stood there admiring my smooth bulges for as long as I could bear to stand, then slouched onto the side of the bed, facing the mirror. I felt a thrill about how much the bed sagged under my mass, and stronger thrill at how my belly stretched out over my thighs. I noticed how my face was wreathed in fat, and sported a triple chin. It was true: I was amazingly, stunningly, fat.

After wallowing in the sight for a few minutes, I heaved myself upright again, and went looking in my drawers and closet for clothes. I played dress up for a good half hour, slowed down by the difficulty in things like reaching my feet to put on socks, or to get underwear or pants pulled on, and also by my need to sit down most of the time. I tried on various pieces of attire, looking to see how fat different ones made me look.

Finally, sporting an enormous pair of jeans and white turtle neck that seemed big enough to cover a bean bag chair, I returned to the apartment’s main room. “Time to eat!” I announced.

With the benefit of magic I was soon facing a magnificent breakfast feast, with a big t-bone steak, stacks of pancakes, a six-egg omelet, a heap of bacon, and an array of baked goods. I quickly discovered that I had the appetite of someone who had eaten his way up to four hundred and fifty pounds. I put a huge dent into that feast by the time I was full, and then I was able to shove in quite a bit more before it got too painful to continue.
Then I had a brainwave. “Could you make it so I had like, I don’t know, super efficient digestion? So that I can keep eating steadily all day and never run out of room, but I should still feel really full when I’m eating heavily. Oh, and, uh, so that I never have to, uhh, defecate either?”

“You are sure you want that?”

I thought for a second, then figured if I found any problems with it, I could wish it away again. I confirmed that was what I wanted, and instantly found that I wasn’t quite so painfully full any more. I was able to keep plowing through the food, and to even finish it. But that was fine, soon I was chomping my way through a whole bag of decedent chocolate chip cookies, then an entire cheesecake, and soon every sort of treat and pastry I could think of.

All good things come to an end, and by noon I was getting bored of cake and ice cream and danishes and what not. I also had to go pee. That was interesting, as I couldn’t see down there, and could barely even reach around my belly. I leaned against the wall for support, and pointed in the right general direction, and was relieved to hear the stream hit water.

As I came out of the washroom it occurred to me that I wanted to be witnessed being so hugely fat and eating so much. “Could we order half a dozen large pizzas?” As the afternoon progressed I worked my way through pizzas from a few different delivery places, a bucket of fried chicken, a “dinner for six” from a Chinese take out place, a bundle of subs, buckets of chicken wings, and more that I can barely remember through the haze of food. When each delivery person came to the door Aunt Bea would hand me money, and I’d waddle to the door and open it. Seeing the delivery guys’ eyes go wide when they saw how fat I was, then to watch them sweep the apartment to see if anyone else was around—and Aunt Bea was always discreetly out of sight—and to see them realize that I was going to eat it all myself. That was just about as delicious as the food.

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Eventually I realized that my turtle neck was splotched with remains of all the food I’d eaten. I glanced at the clock, and saw that it was after five pm. I decided that maybe the next stage would be to go out into public, but I’d have to change clothes first.

I waddled back to my bedroom, finding walking harder than ever. I wondered how much weight I’d gained from all my eating that day? I stripped off in front of the mirror, and again marveled at my huge, flabby, body. It was magnificent, and having done nothing but eat for most of the day had been great too. But I had this slight disappointment, a “is this all?” feeling. I thought about it, and my mind went back to the Cinderella story.

My thoughts were interrupted by Aunt Bea calling through the door “Is there something wrong, I can feel a slip in your joy. Is there anything else I can do for you at all? Remember, I don’t judge, and this is just one day, so be honest with yourself about what you want.”

The answer popped out without thought “I want to be Cinderella.”

There was the tiniest of pauses, then she replied “In what way?”

I bit my lip, then asked softly “For starters, could I be a girl?”

“Oh, you mean you want to physically be like Cinderella?” Her voice was simply asking for clarification, no disgust or disappointment. If anything, there was a trace of eagerness.

“No, a big, fat, girl. Just like this, like growing up so fat, being able to eat constantly, but as a girl. Wait! Could I do a transformation to a girl first, like when you added the weight to me, then make it like I’d grown up that way?”
“Certainly.”

The changes were complicated this time. I could feel something growing in my breasts, but the sensation was quite different than the simple welling up of fat. There were shifts in my hip bones, and things moving around in my groin in all sorts of odd ways. There was a sudden twist in my insides as stuff formed that hadn’t been there before. As all that settled down I could feel fat flow around like a river under my skin. When it was all done, I looked in the mirror, and was a she. Well, it was obvious in some ways, like in the massive fat breasts rolling off my stomach, and by the huge spread of my hips. But in others it wasn’t.

“Ready to have grown up as a girl?”

“Yes, and with long hair please!”

I heard a chuckle, and the more things happened. These weren’t as fun. My face and hands and feet shifted in a nauseating way, and things in my brain felt strange, and then I could feel other bones shift and change.. It seemed to go on for a long time, and I clamped my eyes shut.

Finally it stopped, and I looked in the mirror. Now I was really a girl. I could see it in my face, under all the fat. I held up a hand, and admired the small fingers with their rolls of fat, and the neatly trimmed and polished nails. I didn’t even attempt to see my feet. My hair was long and lustrous.

A smile welled up from some place I didn’t know I had, and I felt more simply right than I ever had in my life. Then I called out to Aunt Bea “Now for the rest of the Cinderella experience. I want to go out and make a spectacle of myself and catch the eye of someone who will be smitten by me.”

“What sort of spectacle?”

“What else—eating!” I called out giddily. Looking at myself in the mirror another thought occurred to me. “I need make-up.” Followed by a silvery laugh that I was delighted to find out was my own, and “I need help with my make up.”

I quickly pulled a sheet over my massive body as Aunt Bea came in. She spent a good forty five minutes guiding me as I thoroughly did my face. As it went on and I got used to the feel of my body, I started smiling uncontrollably. This was absolute heaven.

After I was all dolled up, I chose a pretty dress from the selection I found in my closet. It was red linen, buttoned all up the front, cut to show some of my generous cleavage. I found little black purse, and put in lipstick, a compact, then thought about the usual sorts of purse and wallet things. I added a note pad and a pencil, but that still seemed inadequate. Aunt Bea said I should leave money to her, but I asked if I could have some fake identification showing me as 21, so I could order a drink if I wanted to, and she produced one for me, so I added that, then was inspired to look in my cupboards and shoved in a couple of candy bars. Then I was ready to go.

I found walking around even harder than I had as a male, and I thought about asking to be a little thinner, but then I decided the services of a cane would work just as well without the loss of any of the lovely bulk.

While all the preparation was going on, we’d decided on the evening. We’d be taken by limo to a number of fine restaurants, all known for the quality and quantity of their food rather than for their snob appeal or fancy atmosphere. Aunt Bea wouldn’t discuss what my odds of meeting a prince charming were, but she did have a smug smile that suggested that she did have something in mind.

Finally we were all set, and we headed out. Just getting to the elevator and standing in it, then getting out to the limousine that was waiting for us had me gasping for breath. I panted “This better be able to drop us off at the doors, I won’t make it from down the block?”

She smiled and said “No problem, Cinderella.” Then she paused and said “But that is a good point, what should I call you? Is it still Chris?”

“I suppose so. Wait, no, for tonight, while we are out, make it Cindy. In private you can call me Chris. That is what the ID said after all.”

“Short for Cinderella?”

“Of course! I was always more interested in Cinderella, than in the Prince who just comes in at the end of the story. I remember as a kid wishing I was a girl because they got all the good parts in fairy tales.”

“You hid that well.” She commented.

I shrugged, then got distracted by the jiggles it set off throughout my body. I recovered my thoughts, and replied “Well, you know my Dad, and well most of my friends were like him too. It was safer to keep that locked away.”

I didn’t really want to talk about it any more, and Aunt Bea seemed to sense that, as she turned away. I took the note pad and pencil from my purse, and started trying to tally up all that I’d eaten that day, but even by then I had a hard time recalling all of it, but I was impressed and aroused by the list that I could recall, and I put at the bottom “and now for supper!”

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I was surprised to hear Aunt Bea humming to herself as we pulled up at our first restaurant. I tucked the note pad and pencil away in my purse, then with the drivers helped heaved myself out of the limo and waddled to the restaurant doors. I was trying to place the tune that Aunt Bea was humming, but I forgot that in the wave of good smells as I entered the dining room.

The maitre de’s eye’s widened when he saw me, but he was well enough trained to simply ask for our reservation, which naturally Aunt Bea was able to provide. He asked if we could wait for just two minutes while he made sure our table was ready. I was glad I had the cane to lean on, as it was painful to stand for the couple of minutes.

The wait wasn’t much over two minutes, and he came back to guide us to our table. It was a bit of a tight squeeze to get my massive hips between the other tables and chairs, but I wasn’t sure that turning sideways would make it any easier to squeeze past. We reached our table without mishap, however.

The maitre de caught my eye as he held out a chair, and said “For mademoiselle.” As I sat I realized that it was a large, solid, wood chair, unlike the daintier furniture that the rest of the diners were sitting on. It was still tiny compared to my butt, and I could feel myself overflow it on both sides, but it held my weight without complaint.

In no time we had wine and three types of appetizers, and I was content while I devoured them. Then I had to wait for the next course, and was aware of the discreet glances from all of the other diners. Briefly self-consciousness battled with my contentment, but it lost out. I was too happy just being what I was for this evening to care, even if the couple of dozen diners glancing my way had been a throng staring openly. Of course I was going to draw looks, I should draw looks, I was extraordinary. I formed the thought that I should make sure I was smiling and looking happy, but then I realized that I already was.

I muttered to Aunt Bea “I’m so happy.”

“I can tell.” Was her reply.

I had the salmon and the T-bone steak, complete with their appropriate vegetables, rice, and potatoes. My stomach felt as deliciously full as it had for hours, but it seemed somehow happier at the quality of the food.

I was considering desserts, when I looked at the time and saw that it was nearly 8pm already. I realized that with the fairly slow pace of nice restaurants I would be hard pressed to eat more than a couple more double suppers in the time left to me. I thought about going to an all you can eat buffet, but didn’t want to settle for inferior food. Then I recalled that this was New York city. Surely here of all places there would be the perfect restaurant?

I absent mindedly ordered a few desserts when the waiter returned, then I explained to Aunt Bea “These restaurants are too slow with their meals, so going to a buffet next would be good, but only if it had very good food. Is that possible?”

“We’ll see.” She replied.

Eager to get going I devoured cheesecake, black forest cake, and trifle all in a jiffy, then levered myself back to my feet. As we approached the door a slightly bookish young man cut in front of the maitre de and held the door open for me. “Could I hail a cab for you?” he asked.

“No thanks, we have a limo waiting for us.”

He inquired not quite casually “Ah, a night on the town is it? What are you off to next?”

I was twisting my head, looking for the limo, eager to get seated again. I answered absently: “Oh, off to a buffet I guess if we can find a good one.”

“Pardon? I didn’t quite catch that.” He replied. I was a little annoyed as I still didn’t see the limousine and I didn’t want to have to stand here chatting and then to go look for it.

Aunt Bea intervened “Cindy is looking for a buffet restaurant with superior food. It is her birthday and she’d like to celebrate by eating the evening away.”

“Really.” He drawled, catching my attention at last. I caught a significant look from Aunt Bea, and finally realized what was going on.

“Do you like tex-mex food?”

“I like all food.” I replied happily, sure that at least for tonight I could make it true.

“Then I know this great place, ummm, I could take you there….” He trailed off invitingly.

Just then our limo finally pulled up, so I offered, “Would you come with us and guide us?”

Once I had awkwardly gotten myself seated, sprawled across the back seat of the limo, and he and Aunt Bea were in the jump seats, I noticed what looked like a box of chocolates by the ice bucket. “Could you bring me those chocolates, uh, I guess I don’t even know your name.”

“Kevin. And you are?” he inquired as he squished himself in beside me, chocolates in hand.

“Call me Cindy.” I cooed.

He provided directions while feeding me the entire box of chocolates. He didn’t push me to eat them too quickly, but they were good so I gobbled them pretty quickly and he was clued in enough after the first couple to always have one ready for my greedy mouth.

When we pulled up at the restaurant he got out first, then helped Aunt Bea out, then had two hands ready to help me crawl out and find my feet. I was dismayed to see that there were half a dozen steps up to the seating area once we got inside the door, but it turned out they had a little elevator, which Kevin was aware of, so I avoided the hard labor of trying to climb them.

Once I was in the elevator Kevin darted back to the maitre de, and when I came out a few seconds later, we were escorted to smaller room at the back. Kevin explained that private parties were often hosted there, but it happened that it was unused tonight, and he thought I’d be more comfortable back there. Looking around I eyed the metal tube chairs dubiously, but before I decided whether I could risk sitting on them or not a couple of bus boys brought in what appeared to be a large padded ottoman or small bench, and placed it up against the wall. I settled onto it in relief, as I was tired from so much standing. I was nicely supported, and when I slumped back against the wall to give my belly more room, it didn’t slide at all. All in all, it was a very comfortable seat.

“I could load up a plate for you.” Kevin offered.

“No, not yet, just give me a moment, I’d like to get the few plate fulls myself.” I wanted to see people’s reactions, although I wasn’t ready to admit it just yet.

After a couple of minutes Kevin helped me to my feet, and I waddled out to the buffet. As a compromise, Kevin held my plate and filled it with what I asked for, since my belly made reaching some of the serving dishes difficult. My first plate was filled up quickly, so I held it while Kevin filled up a second plate for me. I was so focused on the food that I forgot to pay attention to the rest of the patrons.

Back in the room, Kevin took a soup spoon and started to feed me. I had the most incredible moment as the first big spoon full of fried rice went into my mouth, somewhere between a shiver and an electric jolt. I had the strangest sensation after that, but it was a good, sexual, sort of feeling, and then I figured out that I was ‘wet’ from being so turned on. Soon I just had my head tipped back, my eyes shut, focusing on eating, knowing the next bite would be lovingly hovered near my lips, to be fed to me as soon as I opened them expectantly. All too soon, the plates were empty.

I felt a little light headed, so this time I let Kevin go and load up for me. When he had left, I realized Aunt Bea was quietly sitting in a corner. I felt embarrassed to have totally forgotten about her, but before I said anything, she commented, “I think it would be best if I wait in the limo. I’ll pre-settle the bill on my way out. Don’t forget about midnight.” And then she was gone, and I was alone with my fat and my appetite, and that made it not lonely at all.

A moment later, Kevin was back, with a serving tray bearing four heaping plates. Just the site of all that food that he wanted to feed me made me even more turned on. I think I groaned a little.

Kevin looked concerned. “I realize this is probably too much, but I thought better to err on the high side. I do realize that you must be getting full.”
“No, not tonight, there is no full tonight. It’s magical.” I babbled, eager for the feeding to start again.

“It does seem magical.” He replied, as he placed a plate on my belly and prepared the spoon. “How could this be real?”

“The desire is real.” I assured him. “Never doubt that. Maybe all the rest will be like a dream by tomorrow, but remember the desire is real.”

After that I was too busy eating to talk. Part way through a waiter glanced in, and Kevin stopped feeding me briefly to whisper to him, and shortly he brought back a couple more plates heaped up with food. By the time I was through all of that I felt like my skin was getting tight, and I was so sexually excited that I was squirming under all of the fat. When Kevin stroked my enormous belly I had to mutter “Oh god, I’m so turned on. Keep feeding me, it is so good.” Kevin looked stricken that he was out of food, and he ran out of the room.

He came back shortly carrying a huge serving dish of re-fried beans. Kevin started spooning them into me, but I took the spoon and started shoveling the goopy mass into my mouth, and between bites gasped “I need you to frig me, right now, or I’m going to go crazy.”

I was worried what Kevin would say, but he just smiled goofily, and started unbuttoning my dress. Then he reached under my enormous belly and started feeling around. I gasped when he found the right spot, then started rocking back and forth as I ate even faster. The waves of pleasure that began to roll through me were quite different from what I’d experienced as a guy, but were no less pleasurable, and after a few seconds I came to the wonderful realization that I could stay near the crest. I don’t know how long he pleasured me while I shoveled food into my face, but after I scraped the last bites out of the container I let it drop to the floor with a clang, and started sobbing uncontrollably.

Kevin pulled his hand out from under my flab, and started asking solicitous questions, but I couldn’t stop crying to answer him at first. Eventually I managed to gasp “I’m fine” but then started crying even harder.

Finally the wave left me, and I leaned back against the wall, exhausted. My dress was still done up over my breasts, but was hanging to the sides of my big flabby belly, and Kevin started gently massaging all that glorious fat. My skin felt like it must be glowing, it felt so warm and so tight and so sensitive. If felt great to have Kevin massaging my stomach, as even with the magic I felt full to bursting.

Eventually he began to move lower, and I realized I desperately needed to go pee. Reluctantly I told Kevin, and he gently buttoned up my dress, and escorted me to the door of the wheelchair accessible washroom. “Are you ready to leave?” he asked.

“No, but I’m almost ready for some dessert.” I murmured back, and was rewarded with a sudden flush in his face, and glancing down a bulge in his pants. “Remember, tonight is magic, I can have what I desire, and I desire to eat it all.” I was amazed at the words coming out of my lips, but I knew they were true.

Using the toilet was difficult, and getting back standing from sitting was a challenge even with the bar on the wall. Facing the mirror over the sink, I realized that my dress was straining at its buttons. I was confused for a second, then realized that all that I had eaten was mostly still in me, and I’d eaten a lot. I left the washroom smiling broadly at the thought of having outgrown a dress in one evening of eating.

I came out of the washroom and saw a clock. I was shocked to see that the time was only a few minutes shy of midnight. If I didn’t get out of there right away, Kevin was about to see me turn into a skinny young man. I ran out of the restaurant. Well, I tried, but I couldn’t run. I was so big, so heavy, and so satiated that I care barely walk on my own. It was an effort pulling each leg forward, but in less than a minute I’d made it to the front desk. I was gasping for air and sweating profusely. My legs felt ready to collapse, but I couldn’t stop.

My belly kept me from seeing the ground anywhere near my feet, and I misjudged the first step, lost my balance, and fell down the small flight. I screamed on my way down, but while still sobbing I grabbed at the hand rail and started pulling myself to my feet. It took a few tries, but with a supreme effort I managed it.

Kevin appeared at the top of the stairs as I headed out the door. “Cindy!” he cried “what’s wrong?”

“Time.” I managed to puff. “Out of time.”

He tried to grab me, but with my momentum I pulled out of his grip. The limo was at the curb, and the rear door was open. I went in head first and threw myself onto the back seat. The limo pulled out as I struggled to a sitting position. I looked back, to see Kevin standing forlorn at the curb, holding my purse.

The limo accelerated well beyond the speed limit as it headed down the street, and then things began to happen.

I dropped lower, and began to breathe easier, and I realized my fat was going away. The front seats came closer to me, and soon I was in the back seat of a mid-sized sedan, and Aunt Bea was driving. I would have sworn there had been a driver when I jumped into the car, but I had to admit I’d not paid close attention.

Changes kept happening, and I had the odd feeling of the dress shifting form, wrapping itself around my legs, staying snug as I shrunk. I grimaced when I recalled the unpleasant feeling transforming into a woman, and before that hit I called out to Aunt Bea “Thank you so much.”

She snapped “Your voice!” and seemed about to glance back at me, then had to swerve around a taxi that cut in front of her.

“I haven’t finished changing back yet.” I explained, savoring my last few words in Cindy’s sweet voice. “I’m still chubby and female.”

“My clock is never wrong.” She muttered. I glanced at the digital clock in the dash. It read 12:01.

“Well, the magic must be overtime because of how much change I needed I guess.”

Aunt Bea slowed down, then glanced back at me. She asked with some snap in her voice “What did you give him?”

“I didn’t give him anything. Oh, but I left my purse, and he had it.”

“And you connected with him very strongly, right?”

I found myself blushing. I looked down, and frowned at how my still quite full breasts were straining my t-shirt, but still resting on a well-rounded stomach. “Yes, I guess you could say so.” I admitted in a small, and still thoroughly feminine voice.

“Hmph.” Aunt Bea commented. “Haven’t had a case like this in a century or more.”

“Like what?” I asked, getting a little anxious.

“I told you love can interact with the magic in strange ways. Most often it is something like Cinderella’s slipper that fails to change, but it can be more extensive for a real love. Normally people don’t truly fall in love quickly enough to interfere with the magic much, but it can happen. That young man,”

“Kevin” I supplied, not wanting him written off without a name.

“Kevin then. Kevin saw something in you that was his heart’s desire, that he didn’t just like or lust after, but fell in love with. And it was a part of you that was very true, even if it wasn’t the normal you, and that wanted to be loved. That love froze that part of you, and obviously part of it was being a girl.”

“How long will it last? God, I have to register at school tomorrow!”

“Forever. The day is done, you are 18, and a day, making you beyond my direct influence now. But the magic is strong, they’ll be expecting a girl tomorrow. By the time you see your parents again they’ll be looking forward to seeing their daughter again.”

“What about my memories?”

“Oh, it usually gets a bit hazy. It will seem to you like you’ve always been a girl, and off the top of your head you’ll remember things how others do. When you think hard you’ll remember your original history, but it might seem a little dreamlike.”

“What about me still being kind of fat? Is that Kevin’s influence too?”

Aunt Bea laughed. “Hardly! I did say what you did had consequences. Remember you have been eating like a machine all day, without generating any waste. I imagine all that fat is the result.”

I squeezed the generous spare tire that was spilling over the tops of my sweat pants. “I ate all this?”

“Indeed.”

Slowly a smile began to spread across my face.

“What about my apartment, and clothes?”

“They will have changed back almost for certain, Kevin has never seen them, so won’t have any real influence there. I think you’ll have some shopping to do, but here is a start.” She grabbed a package off the passenger’s seat and handed it back to me. I ripped it open to find three smaller packages. In turn they ended up being a matching panties and bra set, an XL halter top, and a pair of size 18 jeans.

“Now I understand about why your birthday presents were always late, but perfect—it was more magic!”

“Of course. This is the last one, I’m afraid. Although I may get you birthday presents like anyone else would, and we can still stay in touch. After all, you may want to talk sometimes with the other person who remembers today.”

“But Kevin will remember tonight, at least sort of?”

Aunt Bea slid into a parking spot near my building. “Yes, he may not remember exactly what you looked like, or what happened, but he’ll remember certainly what he loves. It was clearly a strong connection, for both of you, given what it did”

“The desire is real.” I whispered as I slid out of the car with something like my usual ease.

“What is that, dear?”

“Oh, nothing really, just thinking of the title for a personal ad I need to place.”

[JimBob]

I've always delighted in the psychological aspects of a story like this, the transition from male to female, and you handle it excellently. Good show!

[Bluestreak]

This amazing story, several intervening months and only one comment...and it's not mine?

Yikes!

Awesome twist on the transformational Cinderella story!

But, c’mon...the story does not end at 12:01! Where's the rest?

Thanks!