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Old 08-11-2010, 03:10 AM   #1
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Default The Fat Lady - by ade198325 (~BBW, ~~WG, Male to Female)

~BBW, ~~WG, Male to Female - Staring at a large woman in a restaurant has consequences for one man.

Author’s Note: Hi guys, I read this story years ago and have added my own touches. Please let me know what you think as I have never done anything like this before and I hope you enjoy!*

The Fat Lady
By ade198325

My local cafe makes the best breakfast for miles hands down, and they make a fantastic cup of coffee to wash them down with, too. They have the tastiest sausages, the crispiest bacon and the creamiest scrambled eggs I have ever tasted. Despite this I ended up ordering just a few slices of brown toast with low fat margarine and an OJ. Although I loved the breakfast, I thought I’d be good and have the healthier option. You see, I’ve never been fat but I’ve always carried a few extra pounds but the summer was coming and I was determined to slim down and for once have a beach body. At 6ft 2 and 255 pounds I had a fair bit to lose but I was heading in the right direction.

As I was sat there reading my paper and watching the world go by I noticed some more people coming in to the cafe. It was 2 women and they were absolutely huge! The first women was the size of a mountain, she was at least my height but probably double my weight. She had an attractive face with a huge double chin. Below her face she had huge breasts and a belly that hung almost to her knees. She walked past me swinging her arms in what looked like a laborious effort to waddle across the room. Another woman followed closely behind her, again she was massively fat but with different proportions. This lady was a lot shorter, she probably looked around 5ft 4 tall her face was very slim and pretty but below that she looked like a ball. She was huge! She had huge breasts, her belly wasn’t as pronounced as the first lady but boy did she make it up in the butt area. She looked like she found it uncomfortable to even walk across the room with what looked like 2 beanbags stuffed at the rear of her jeans. Looking nervously and scanning the room like a scared mouse the second women's eyes met mine, noticing my stare. I turned back to my toast, trying to ignore them, but then found myself compelled to look up again after the two passed me and approached the counter in back.

The lead woman was dressed in a black dress the size of a tent with a dark, flowery, scarf falling about her shoulders and back beneath long brown hair. My astonishment at her sheer size failed to subside as I watched the pair order and pay. As she turned to talk with her friend her profile left me no less astounded, her breasts were enormously round and rested atop a stomach that extended nearly beyond her reach. She turned back to the counter, her arms hanging out at her sides at nearly forty-five degree angles due to the beach ball shape of her body and her gigantic upper arms, which themselves were well over a foot in diameter.

It was then that her friend, nervously noticed my stare a second time and once again it sent my attention back to my breakfast, which I had nearly forgotten about.

I took another bite and noticed the two large forms in the periphery of my vision growing larger as they approached with their food. Feeling embarrassed for having stared, and looking down pretending to fidget with some things in my bag, I was mortified when the two approached even closer with their trays held out at full reach and set them down in the booth I was facing, immediately next to mine. The second woman shot me another rueful glance, but I was relieved when she took the side of the booth facing away from me, the wooden bench creaking sharply under her weight. The first woman then slowly lowered her bulk into her own seat, the bench groaning even more heavily as she slid into the booth, facing me directly.
I battled my curiosity as I ate, trying not to stare. The first woman took a bite of her food, lifting her bagel the considerable distance over her chest to her mouth, elbows resting on her sides. I watched her round face as she chewed, her neck hidden by her chin, and found my gaze glued to her. She swallowed and talked with her friend, and her face beamed with a bright, gentile smile. Forgetting about my food again, still stupefied by how immense she was, I stared absently at her for some time until her eyes quickly met mine and then looked away just as quickly. I felt my face flush but continued to stare until she glanced up again, studying me briefly before looking away again. That second look jolted me; she looked me over the way a parent would keep an eye on a child, keeping herself aware of my actions but otherwise focused on her conversation with her friend (which I was too enthralled to catch a word of).

I looked back at my neglected bagel for a moment but glanced up again when I heard her move. She reached under her breasts to adjust her bra, her arms straining to lift her chest and fix the fabric beneath them. She jiggled everywhere as she heaved her chest twice and slid things into place, and then glanced up to catch me staring a third time, noting me with the same brief but knowing glance as before. My embarrassment was overwhelming this time and I quickly looked down to grab my OJ.

Before long the couple had finished, quickly outpacing my distracted eating. Each slid out from the booth with some difficulty and rose slowly to their feet, making their way to the trash by the counter. I was quick enough this time to avert my eyes before they turned around to head for the door. I took a bite of food and kept my eyes bashfully on my tray as the two approached, but my heart started racing when the two large forms, impossible to miss out of the corner of my eye, slowed and stopped dead right in front of my booth. I tried to ignore them but had to look up after a few endless seconds to see the larger woman facing me squarely. We stared at one another for a moment.

"You seem to be very interested in the way we look?" the larger woman enquired, almost smiling, a wry but not angry look on her face.

I was so dumbfounded that I probably could not have answered her even without a mouthful of toast. My face burning hot with embarrassment and my heart thumping, I stared vacantly at her for some time before managing to squeak, "I..."

"Well, I might just see you later, then," she said, almost laughing, before winking at her friend and swinging a great arm around to get herself moving toward the door.

Still aghast, I chewed quickly as the two met the door and left, the bell ringing and then falling silent. I look around the empty restaurant and quickly finished my breakfast before nervously gathering my things and sneaking out.

I arrived my house I was renting and locked the front door behind me, still a bit spooked by the encounter. As I settled in I comforted myself with reassurances that this woman was probably just some oversensitive nutter whom I would never see again, and my thoughts eventually turned to the movie I had rented earlier, which I popped into the DVD player before grabbing a bottle of beer and settling on the sofa. The movie that looked so interesting in the store turned out to be a pretentious bore which, with some help from the beer, quickly put me to sleep. I was tired and slept deeply for several hours before being roused by a firm rap on the door.

Addled and groggy, wondering who the hell would be at the door at nearly midnight, I absently opened the door and was startled into alertness by the imposing figure of the fat woman, still wearing the same black dress and scarf.

"Hi, remember me?" she said somewhat mockingly, but with the same gentile smile she wore earlier that night.

"My god", I started, somewhat scared, "really I..."

"I have something for you!" she said quietly before raising an open hand and blowing a gust of sparkly dust into my face. The cloud swept quickly over my face, strangely cool and sweet-smelling, and I got a good nose full of the powder, choking briefly and ducking back from it, trying to clear my eyes and figure out what was happening. "Don't worry, I'll check up on you soon," I heard her say before finally clearing my watering eyes enough to see her shut the door behind herself.

I had a strange flowery-sweet taste in my mouth, and the panic you would expect me to feel was strangely absent; I felt utterly confused but somehow serene. I looked out the window in time to see a car backing out of the drive and heading up the street, the engine's sound fading in the distance and leaving me in a bewildered silence.

I backed into the house and tried to clear my head. Had I been poisoned? Should I call the police? How did this woman know where I lived - did she follow me home? My questioning was interrupted as a strange weakness washed over my whole body, followed by a faint tingling sensation which began to grow.
Now I began to panic, sure that I had been poisoned. I started to run to the phone in my bedroom but made it just inside the door before being overwhelmed. I stopped, wavering, and backed against the wall for support. I was tingling all over and dizziness spun through my head as I let myself slide down and sit against the wall on the wooden floor. Breathing heavily, feeling hot, my head absolutely swimming, it occurred to me again that I might die if I didn't make it to the phone. I looked to my left at the phone on the night stand and started to move for it, reaching around with my right hand, when an electric tingling drew my attention to my chest.

I felt myself through my T-shirt and noticed how fleshy the area had become. I stopped in disbelief and felt myself more carefully; I could feel my chest on each side slowing filling each hand more and more. That this was actually happening took a minute or more to sink in, by which time my hands were holding two soft mounds of flesh. It occurred to me at last, breasts?

Breasts? I pulled my shirt over my spinning head and threw it aside, and two steadily enlarging breasts were filling my hands as I watched them. My nipples were growing in diameter, the peaks thickening, absolutely no hair left on my chest. My awe was interrupted by a cutting tightness around my waist, and looking down toward my belt I saw only my fleshy stomach, which had grown over the top of my pants. Handfuls of flesh filled my hands as I felt my belly, also growing steadily, the uncomfortable tightness increasing. I dug underneath the growing flab and managed at last to unlatch my belt and jeans, which had also grown strangely tight. I struggled to peel off my pants and felt my whole front move in ways it never had before, breasts falling to one side and then the other, my belly jiggling faintly.

Still weak and exhausted by stripping, I slumped back against the wall and felt myself squish out from beneath myself as I sat down, and grabbed at still more flesh growing, my ass becoming wider and rounder. I managed to raise myself to kneel and examine my bottom with my hands; looking down I was absolutely amazed at how much of me there was! My hips were wide and round, and I couldn't even reach around to the middle of my ass. I leaned forward and felt down the backs of my legs and was distracted as my breasts, larger and heavier than before, bounced on my stomach. I grabbed at the outside of my right thigh and felt it swing heavily against my left thigh. I tried to reach further under my leg, but met with a feeling like I had pillows under each arm. I raised my arm to look under it and saw huge, fleshy upper arms, swinging pendulously and brushing against the fat sides of my body where my breasts merged with my growing sides. I tried to kneel up higher to look around the room when I realized I was already kneeling straight up; my thighs had grown down to rest on meaty, round calves.

I looked around and caught sight of the mirror across the room and was stupefied by the sight of another person which I gradually realized was me. Staring back out of the mirror was a kneeling, naked fat woman, with enormous round breasts atop a pear-shaped body, an enormous ass, and wide, round legs. I couldn't believe that the dumbstruck face with the gaping jaw was my own; a round, womanly face with a giant, round double chin resting on her chest. I turned my head from side to side, feeling my chin rub on my neck, and the figure in the mirror did the same. I slid my hands under my breasts and lifted them, amazed at their weight and how it actually felt to have them, and the woman in the mirror did the same. Awe overcame panic as I noticed I couldn't see my pubic area, because of my huge belly and my thighs, which were still growing and starting to force my knees apart. I managed to ift my now huge belly and saw that my penis looked tiny and balls were non existent.

My knees, now forced further apart, were beginning to hurt fiercely from kneeling as I realized how much weight they were bearing, and I awkwardly slumped back to a sitting position against the wall. I felt flesh moving everywhere and was surprised at the effort it took to support myself with my left arm as I slid my right leg out from under me. I settled my rump on the floor and swung my other leg out, resting in an almost reclining position on my huge behind, unable to sit straight up due to the massive round stomach resting on my legs, and my breasts, which now blocked my view of my stomach. My legs were almost two feet wide at the knee, and they jutted out in a V from beneath my massive bulk.

I looked in the mirror again and saw what looked like a huge mound of flesh, a ridiculous parody of a woman. I closed my eyes and felt my body still tingling everywhere, still growing. I brought my hands to my face and covered my eyes, my upper arms dragging over my body and just allowing me to reach my face. I let my arms fall back to rest on my sides, hanging out sideways at an angle. I heaved a difficult deep breath under the weight of my chest, and felt my breasts slide somewhat to hang over the sides of my stomach. I looked around the room and panic slowly returned as I saw the phone.

I tried to lean forward and sit up, but the masses of flesh in front of me forced me back into my reclining position. I reached to put a hand on the floor and push myself up, but couldn't reach the floor around my huge sides. I tried to move my legs, now jutting out in jumping-jack position, but couldn't manage to do more than jiggle my whole body. I started thrashing furiously from side to side and managed to get a hand on the floor, swinging my body over, but before I could try to stand the momentum of my massive body followed through, and I rolled completely over on my back again in the middle of the floor.

My heart started racing and the tingling intensified again, probably because the exercise that the struggling required speeded up my system, and the change process along with it. I actually felt the growth increase, my stomach filling out in one big round ball that stood up just visibly over my breasts, which were now beach ball size and rested heavily on my chest, spilling into my armpits. I could feel my pelvis lifting as my ass grew still larger. My arms were so thick that the flesh of my shoulders touched my round cheeks. I tried to feel my body with my hands but couldn't bring them to touch anything but my soft sides, which I could just manage by bending my elbows. I struggled about in another tantrum but could do no more than bounce my two-foot wide calves on the floor, my thighs never leaving the ground, and my whole body jiggling madly. Again my heart raced, and breathing was laborious beneath the weight of my chest and stomach.

I finally settled down as the tingling started to recede, and I was left helpless on the floor in jumping-jack position, unable to raise anything buy my forearms. I was at least six feet wide from hip to hip, and my stomach stood up four feet off the floor. Even my fingers were forced apart by the fat between them, making them unable to close into a fist.

"Grrrrhh!" I screamed, shocked by the deep but clearly female voice that rang out. With that I gave in and lay there sobbing with a female voice, an enormously round pile of flesh quivering with each breath. I must have been at least 700lbs.

After sobbing for an indeterminate period of time, my heart raced again as I heard the front door open and close, followed by slow steps on a groaning floor. I raised my chin and looked up over my head along the floor to see her stop at the door to the room.

"There, you look beautiful!" she exclaimed, smiling radiantly. My anger flared as her hips brushed the door and she came to stand beside me, but I looked into her eyes and felt dizzy and, suddenly, strangely calm. She looked lovingly at me, and I was entranced by her face. I felt like I was a child looking into the face of an adult, someone I could rely on to care for me. Jiggling everywhere, I started sobbing again, but plaintively this time, like a hurt child.

"But you're of no use stuck here like this, are you?" she said. She emptied a pouch of dust into her hand and blew it over my face, the same flowery smell enveloping me. "Meet me tomorrow morning for breakfast at the Uptown Cafe at nine. And here, you'll need the things in this bag." She slowly retrieved a duffel bag from the front room and set it on the bed before heading back for the door. "And don't worry, sweetie, you'll be fine, OK?" she said sweetly before I heard the front door open and close again and the house fall silent.

The tingling started again almost immediately, only I felt myself settling and growing smaller. I raised my hands to feel my huge breasts reduce, and saw beyond them my belly falling and my butt seemed to be getting a bit smaller. After about 15 minutes I guessed I must have been under the 500lb mark. At this stage I was starting to feel slightly happier and had thoughts of returning to back to my normal self again but soon after the sensation stopped and so did my weight loss and in return there was a different sensation running through my body. It felt like there was pressure on all of the bones in my body.
I managed to get a hand on the floor and heave myself, with heroic effort, to my feet. The feeling of standing was incredible as my bulk swayed and then finally settled. I looked in the mirror; I was at least the size of the woman herself, gigantic upper arms forcing my arms out at an angle to rest on my sides, which sloped out under them. My stomach was one big round ball, a slight fold passing over a deep bellybutton in the middle that I couldn't even reach to feel. My breasts sat on my belly, gigantic, impossible, the size of beach balls, huge nipples at the ends. My hips were probably four feet wide, and below them, my legs were much bigger around than my chest used to be. My knees were thick with fat, and below them my calves were as big around as basketballs. It was at that point I realized what the new sensation was... I was starting to shrink. I tried to move closer to the mirror and found I had to swing my arms to get started, and had to waddle ridiculously for my thighs to clear one another. I tried to walk normally but found that just couldn't move forward otherwise. My butt was starting to look a lot larger again and my belly looked like it was growing as I shrunk.

I waddled back further from the mirror so that I could see all of myself in it again and felt my calves bouncing with each step, every part of me moving ponderously, my legs carrying much more weight than they were used to. I looked back in the mirror, still awe struck. I had a round woman's face, in which I could still see features of my own, the same short brown hair, but a the smaller nose and softer skin, and a huge jowl of a chin that hung down, making my face appear larger than it was.

I waddled over to the cupboard and had to stretch to reach my tape measure. Thank God I put it on one of the lower shelves, the top to levels of the cupboard now seemed completely unreachable. I unraveled the tape to realize that my fears were correct. I was now standing at 5ft 2 and looked similar to the second lady in the cafe... A big round ball.

"Hello?" I said, testing my voice, shocked still to hear a woman's voice emerge. Standing there naked and dazed in the middle of the room, I eventually took the courage of lifting the huge layers of flab of my belly to realize that I was no longer a man. I was now fully a woman with a huge and fatty slit between my legs. I started to cry again.

After about an hour I started looking around, I saw the bag the fat woman had left on the bed. 'The fat woman', I thought to myself, glancing again in the mirror. I waddled over to the bed and bent down, my arms squeezing my breasts together, and unzipped the bag. Inside it was the biggest pair of blue jeans I had ever seen. I held them up and thought they looked ridiculously wide, but then noticed that I was only holding them as wide as my behind currently was. Also in the bag was a huge black T-shirt, a bra reminiscent of a double parachute, a pair of cotton panties, also enormous, and a pair of women's tennis shoes.

I put the underwear on, almost losing my balance as I lifted each leg. I had to spread my legs wide as I stood to get the underwear past my thighs, after which I reached around and was just able to grab them and pull them over my behind before fitting my belly in the front. The jeans went on next, with some difficulty. They fit perfectly, but getting that much flesh into them wasn't easy. I buttoned and zipped them in front, just able to do so around my stomach, and then waddled to the mirror again. The jeans fit snugly but comfortably, and I looked like a giant balloon from the waist down.

Picking up the bra next, I fumbled with it for a minute, trying to figure out what went where, and finally slipped it on my arms, lifting each heavy breast one at a time into the cups. I struggled to reach the clasps in back but couldn't do so with such huge arms and being so big around, so I removed it and hooked all six clasps first before squeezing into it. Finally getting things in place I realized why women wore these things; the heavy pull I had been feeling in front was relieved as the wide straps on my shoulders bore some of the weight. I pulled the T-shirt on and looked in the mirror again.

The outfit showed off every bit of my size. I was round as a ball, breasts even rounder now with some help from the bra. I stared at myself with every bit of the fascination I felt watching the woman at the cafe, only doubled, because I actually inhabited this body. I grabbed my stomach and tried to squeeze it back in, make it smaller, but the fat bulged around my fingers and bounced back out with a wiggle. I pushed my breasts in, trying to make them go away, but they fell back down, real as ever. I pushed my hips and ass in, not believing all this was really me, and it all sprung back out with a soft bounce.

My musing was interrupted by the alarm clock going off. Disoriented, I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 8 a.m.; I hadn't even noticed the light of morning through the window. The thought of meeting this woman at the Uptown seemed unreal, like a dream, but the mirror confirmed that I really had no choice. I looked like an ancient fertility doll in jeans and a T-shirt and could do nothing about it.

I opened the front door and stepped into the cool air, wishing I had a jacket that would fit me. Getting into my car was tricky; I turned sideways and let myself fall into the seat, and the whole car nearly bottomed out beneath my weight. My rump squeezed against the door and arm rest and my belly and breasts pressed against the wheel as I drove downtown and found a place to park two blocks from the Uptown Cafe.

I had to pull myself out of the car with all my strength, falling back into the seat once, and once I was on my feet I noticed several people staring at me. It hit me suddenly that I was in public - my whole reality for the past twelve hours had included only myself and the woman, and I felt pierced by the stares of everyone I passed as I waddled laboriously down the street, slowly, swinging my arms out at my sides, my tush jiggling madly behind me, breasts bouncing from side to side atop my belly with each step. I saw a couple across the street actually point at me, alternately staring and looking at one another in disbelief.

I passed an older man and asked him for the time, still startled by my female voice. "It's eight thirty, young lady," the man said, looking me up and down, the reference to my gender still catching me off guard. I arrived at the uptown and settled myself down carefully on a bench outside, reclining, still not able to sit straight up, and waited. Not one person passed without a double-take, most staring more obviously at me. A few people returned my smile, but most were looking at something other than my face. I was accustomed to being able to walk down the street without attracting any attention to myself, and all the staring was starting to make me feel nervous.

"So, you made it! How wonderful. We have so much to talk about, and the food her is wonderful," the woman exclaimed suddenly, standing at my side. With some effort I stood and looked at her, still in shock that any of this was happening. "You've filled out quite nicely, haven't you?" she smiled.

"Why are you doing this to me you fat bitch?" I asked, "Am I stuck like this forever? What are you going to do with me?"

The feeling of being a child talking to an adult returned; She looked angrily at me and said, "I thought after last night you would have learned your lesson but if you insist on being rude to me”..... At this the tingling started again and I could feel more fat running through my body. My t- shirt grew tighter and a few holes started to appear at the seams. The top button on my jeans popped off and the top of my belly spilt out. The lady clapped her hands and I stopped growing. “You see my dear, I noticed how interested you were in us larger ladies yesterday so I thought I’d give you some first hand experience of being one. You now stand at 5ft and weigh 555lbs. Quite a nice rounded number don’t you think?” she laughed. “Oh and you will be pleased to know that this is permanent as well, you will always be a woman and the fat will never come off. If you try to be sneaky and get the fat medically removed then the magic will work again and you will shrink another 5 inches and gain another 55lbs within an hour”... “Fancy giving it a go?” she cackled.
I followed her in, hips brushing the door, waddling immediately behind her, looking nervously around at the people staring from their booths.



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Author’s Note: Hi guys, I read this story years ago and have added my own touches. Please let me know what you think as I have never done anything like this before and I hope you enjoy!
Ha! I've got company, "remakes" are suddenly all the rage. Here is the original.
“When I grow up,” she said, “I want my boobs to be as big as yours, daddy.”
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A bit more vindictive than the original.

I think the original was crying for a sequel more than a remake....
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Monday mornings were always chaos in my flat. I woke up at 6.30 with a banging headache from the regular Sunday night drinking session by 6.57 I pressed snooze on the clock twice and realised I was going to be late for work. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom but my girlfriend Sam was in there already. I banged on the door “I need the toilet.”

She replied, “Too bad! You had your chance to use it earlier but you decided to stay in bed. Besides I have to get to work as well so you’ll just have to wait your turn.”

I went downstairs following the sweet scent of freshly fried bacon. Oh well I thought, things could be worse I might be late for work but at least I’ll have a decent breakfast before I go in. I looked around the kitchen. I saw an empty frying pan and the butter was still left out. Hmm where’s the bacon I thought. Nothing left on the sides and nothing in the fridge. “Sam, where’s the bacon?.”

“There isn’t any left... Sorry hunny.”

Now this pissed me off. I ran back upstairs and banged on the bathroom door again. “Get out of there, I need the toilet!”

“Hold on,” she snarled back.

After what seemed like an eternity the door opened and out came Sam. “I can’t believe you ate all the bacon. I’m starving!”

“Well if you didn’t go out on Sunday nights, you would be able to get up on Monday mornings in time for breakfast.”

“But there was at least 5 slices of bacon left”

“Actually there were 7 and I ate them all.”

I knew she was doing this to spite me; it was her way of having revenge on me for stumbling in at 1 in the morning. “No wonder you’re so fat now you bitch. You have no control over what you eat these days.”
I wasn’t lying either. You see, Sam and I had been going out for about 4 years now. When we met she had a nice body. She was never slim but had curves in all the right places but as the years have gone on her weight has soared. At 5ft2 she used to weigh around 140 pounds but she now tips the scales at just over 300. Her once slightly rounded butt has grown a lot wider and sits out like a shelf from the back of her. Her little pot belly has grown into a large sagging ball like shape, her legs were fat and dimpled with the beginning of cellulite and she had large and flabby under arms that looked like they had never seen a muscle in their life. The only thing that didn’t change much was her face and boy was she cute. She had shortish blond hair, nice smooth skin which enhanced her hazel eyes and a cute small button nose.

I on the other hand was a lot taller standing at 6ft 2. I was always naturally a big build but over the years some of the muscles I had turned to fat and I was tipping the scales at 250lbs but I still didn’t look in bad shape.

My day at work was the norm really. I worked in a busy bank in the city. It wasn’t really the job I imagined I would be doing when I was a kid but the money was good and I didn’t really have to do much to earn it. Sam worked in a down town bakery where they made the best cakes and pastries around. It was probably one of the main contributes to her massive weight gain.

When I finished work I made the short walk to the bakery to meet her. By this time I’d forgotten all about this morning but she obviously hadn’t. “Hi Cutie, how was your day?” I asked.

“Why do you care? All you care about is how much weight I’ve put on and what I look like the whole time and I’m sick of it” she replied. I was always a smooth talker and managed to worm my way out of the argument by a peace offering of taking her to dinner.

We ended up going to the Spanish restaurant down the road. The food was pretty good, the portions were huge and it was stumbling distance to home so I could have a drink. The place always had nice feel about it too. When you walked in there was always an overwhelming aroma of the various meats and seafood cooking on the grill. It had long large tables to accommodate crowds of people. For some reason it always reminded me of when I was young and on holiday with my family. We would spend long hot days at the beach then go to a nice seafood place in the evening and the restaurant would always have that same fresh food aroma. It was probably those memories that brought me back to the place for the past 7 years.
The place was pretty busy that night. We ordered our food and they warned us there could be a bit of a wait but gave us a complimentary bottle of wine to make up for it. They weren’t kidding either, 45 minutes later I was 2 large glasses of wine down and already starting to get a bit tipsy. The waiter walked past and said the food was on its way and asked “More drinks sir?” and another bottle of wine was ordered.

The food came along with the wine and as usual was good. I was stuffed but Sam carried on eating as if it was going to be her last meal. By the time she finished her belly was pushing the seams of her dress to their limit and she sat there looking happy but slightly uncomfortable with the amount of food she just eaten. It was at that point looking back I realised ordering the second bottle of wine was a mistake. I looked across the restaurant and saw a huge mountain of a lady. She was dressed in a black dress the size of a tent with a dark, flowery, scarf falling about her shoulders and back beneath long brown hair. She was sat by herself; her table couldn’t be seen with all the small tapas style plates covering it. Her belly pressed tightly against the table and her enormous breasts completely hung over. It looked like she would be wedged in-between the table and the wall forever the way things were going. She looked over at me and saw me staring in astonishment at her and gave me a rude look. At this I turned my attention back at Sam. “You’re so embarrassing Ben. That lady knew you were staring at her eating. How do you think she feels?”

“Well maybe she shouldn’t be eating all that food if she’s that fat. If you’re not careful you’ll end up that size you know.” Sam started to cry and got up and left the restaurant and screamed at me not to follow her.
I paid for the food and decided to polish off the bottle of wine at the bar. I was sat there thinking about what I had said to Sam and how I wished we could think the same way about her gaining weight when I saw the Fat lady struggling to get up from her seat. It looked liked it took all of her energy to firstly stand up then she had to wait for a few seconds to catch her breath and eventually she swayed her arms to start her waddle to the front door. Again she caught me staring and gave me that same look again and started to walk over to me.

"You seem to be very interested in the way I look?" the woman enquired, almost smiling, a wry but not angry look on her face. I usually always had something to say but for some reason I couldn’t reply back to her. I felt almost hypnotized looking into her eyes. "Well, I might just see you later, then." she said, almost laughing, before swinging her huge arm around to get herself moving toward the door.... TBC.

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I have loved this story since I fisrt found it years ago. Your "update" is pretty hot and I certainly would encourage you to continue! Please, please continue ...

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Please continue this story! It was the original version of this tale (glimpsed while on a friends computer) that lured me into buying a computer in the first place ;>)
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Kinda of curious about further explanation.

I mean, yeah, the witch takes our hero(ine) to breakfast, but what then?

Mebbe I'm too much the realist, but the newly fat female has no job, no identification, etc.

Does she get her victim a job, or assimilate them into their new life? What happens from there?
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Mebbe I'm too much the realist, but the newly fat female has no job, no identification, etc.
Does she get her victim a job, or assimilate them into their new life? What happens from there?
My reading of it is that the "newly fat female" is the one who makes contact with the next deserving case, then calls by to administer the "sparkly dust" and so on...ad infinitum. Moral: don't get caught staring.
“When I grow up,” she said, “I want my boobs to be as big as yours, daddy.”
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I got back home and all the lights were off. I went upstairs to find the bedroom door was shut and locked. I’ve really done it this time I thought. I went downstairs, pulled the spare cover out of the cupboard and I prepared myself for a night on the sofa. I fell asleep pretty much straight away that night. Again I think the wine probably helped that! When there was a firm knock on the door. I looked at my clock and was almost 4am. I tried ignoring the knock thinking it was probably some of the neighborhood kids messing around when there was another loud bang on the door.

This time I got up and stumbled to the door. When I opened it the fat lady from earlier was standing there. “Hey cutie, remember me?” she said.

I was confused. “ How the hell do you know where I live you bitch?”

“You see Ben, I know a lot more about you than you think and despite you being rude I am here to grant your wish”. At this she pulled something out of her purse and put it into her hand. She looked at me with a wry smile and blew the powder over me.

The cloud swept quickly over my face, strangely cool and sweet-smelling, and I got a good nose full of the powder, choking briefly and ducking back from it, trying to clear my eyes and figure out what was happening. "Don't worry, I'll check up on you soon," I heard her say before finally clearing my watering eyes enough to see her shut the door behind herself.

I had a strange flowery-sweet taste in my mouth, and the panic you would expect me to feel was strangely absent; I felt utterly confused but somehow serene. I looked out the window in time to see a car backing out of the drive and heading up the street, the engine's sound fading in the distance and leaving me in a bewildered silence.

I ended up going back to the sofa and before I knew it, it was time to get up for work. I managed to pull myself off of the sofa on time that morning and went straight to the bathroom. I suddenly remembered the night before having an argument with Sam and the fat lady coming over last night. What a weirdo she was, how the hell did she know where I lived. Should I have called the police? My thoughts were interrupted by the front door slamming.

I got out of the shower and realized Sam had gone to work already. She always snuck out of the house without saying goodbye when she was pissed off. I thought I’ll buy her some flowers to make up for it on the way home tonight. She’ll be fine.

Work was its usual bore. The morning passed in no time at all and before I knew it, it was almost time to go back home when all of a sudden I started to feel really ill. I was violently sick and had a bad temperature. The guys at work took one look at me and told me to go home and get some rest.

I got back home and took my position on the sofa when I heard the front door slamming. It was Sam and she looked ill too. “Hey cutie, how are you?” I asked.

“I really don’t feel very well Ben. I had a really weird day today. I don’t know if you remember but that fat lady from last night came to my work today. She said some weird stuff about making our wishes come true and then blew this powdery stuff all over me”

I told Sam about the night before and we decided this lady was getting a bit creepy so we called the police. A guy came round and took a few details but didn’t seem all that concerned really but he gave us his direct number should we see her again and he promised to check up on us in the next few days to make sure everything was ok.

The rest of the week flew by and our earlier encounter of the fat lady seemed a distant memory. It got to Friday and both I and Sam were happy. Our week of work was over and what was better is that it was bank holiday weekend so we both didn’t have to work on Monday.

I thought I’d try to patch things up with Sam a little by cooking her some dinner that night and it went down a treat. We ended up having a few glasses of wine before heading upstairs to our bedroom. After a few hours I needed to get up to the toilet. I walked into the bathroom and saw a note. A bit confused I picked it up and read: “Your wishes are to be granted”. I ran back to the bedroom to show Sam. She was panicking and sure that it was the fat lady again. We were just about to call the police when a strange tingling sensation came over our bodies. I laid back onto the bed while the sensation continued to grow. We both looked at each other but this time the panic had gone. We both felt serene and as if everything was going to be ok.

It was at that point the tingling intensified and I noticed Sam looked a little different, almost bigger. We both jumped to our feet and realized something was happening to her. Sam looked like she was getting thinner. Her butt looked smaller and more defined; her arms seemed to be getting some tone back into them. Her massive belly started to shrink and a few small black hairs started to appear on her chest.

I was looking at her at amazement when she screamed. “Ben what’s happening to us?”

Us? I thought. I looked down to see what she meant and boy she wasn’t kidding. I looked like I had started to inflate. My belly had gone from a slight paunch to quite a large pot belly and it was starting to hang towards the floor. My chest had no hair left on it, my nipples were starting to get bigger along with looked like the start of breasts.

I moved back to lie on the bed and felt my butt squish out as I sat. What the hell was happening to us? I looked at Sam and she continued getting slimmer and more muscular. Her breasts now were nonexistent and her chest and belly were sprouting more hair. I had a cutting pain around my waist and I realized my pajamas were getting really tight.

I managed to peel them off seconds before bursting point. My belly was starting to look huge. It was like a round ball with a slight fold developing in the middle. I now had 2 large breasts swinging with every movement I made.

“Sam, I think we are trading places somehow. I’m turning into you and your turning into me.”

“That’s crazy,” she replied but she knew it was true. “How could this be happening to us?” and in that split second with both realized this had something to with the fat lady.

By this point Sam was a lot taller than me. It was strange looking at my former self. The tingling continued for another minute or 2 and the transformations were complete. Or so I thought...

I started to cry and Sam wrapped her long arms around me. It felt weird but somehow right. I felt safe in her arms. We started to kiss when I could feel my old penis pressing against my stomach. Sam had a gleam in her eye and I knew what was coming. She started massaging my nipples and a kissing me gently down my neck and I was instantly aroused. I grabbed hold of her penis and started to rub it back and forth. This went for a long time until we finally made love and I won’t lie to you, it was the best sex I’ve ever had. Sam caressed my whole body gently squeezing my fat bits, it made me feel so sexy.

Eventually we decided to go downstairs and get some food. We both had to try and find something to wear. This is when the second weird thing happened. All of Sam’s old clothes were way too big for me but all of my old clothes were too tight for Sam to fit in.

We both sat back on the bed mystified when we felt the tingling start again. “I think we are changing back” I screamed. But my hopes slowly faded away as I realized Sam seemed to be getting slimmer and more muscular and me true to form I was getting fatter. My belly was much bigger, I now had to let it hang between my legs as I sat otherwise it crushed my legs. My breasts sagged heavily down on to my belly; my arms were now bigger than most people’s legs.

I looked at my former self and I looked good. Sam ran into the bathroom and weighed herself. “I’m 160 pounds come in and see!”

I tried to get up but I was struggling due my heavy masses of fat weighing me and the fact the bed was so soft meant I couldn’t heave myself up “um.. I think you might have to give me a hand. I’m kind of stuck here.”

She came back into the room in just a pair of white briefs. Her chest was now muscular without an ounce of fat on it. It felt slightly wrong but I was really turned on at my former self.

“Whets wrong cutie?” She asked.

“I can’t get up. Look.” I had to rock my body from side to side to try and get a hold of the bed as my reach was restricted by my huge bottom. I thrashed valiantly from side to side but soon got flustered and out of breath. “See!”

“Aww, you are a little fat piggy girl aren’t you? Look at you; you can’t even get up off of the bed. You know you are now totally in my control and have to do what I say otherwise you are stuck, piggy.”

I nodded to her. I was starting to think Sam was really enjoying the change a bit too much.

She stood in front of me and you could notably see she was excited through the briefs. She then pulled them down and shoved her penis towards my face. I pulled away as far as my fat body let me. “Sam, I don’t want to do that, it feels weird”

“Oh well, I guess I’ll have to leave you here for a little longer then until you do want to. It’s your choice my little piggy. Oh yeah, stop calling me Sam now. I’m now you and you’re me so we have to swap names. I’m Ben Jack Smith and you are Samantha Jayne Piggy Groves,” she giggled. “Oh come on, please do it, I promise I’ll go to the shops and bring back food for the best breakfast you’ve ever had. You must be starving.”

Hmm, now that she mentioned it I was pretty hungry. I rubbed my oversized belly and pulled her towards me. She shoved her penis in my mouth and I proceeded to suck. Ben moaned in pleasure. I suppose one thing about being a man for 27 years previously is I know what I used to like and I’m proud to think I gave one of the best blow jobs ever known to man.

After we were done she laid me back down on the bed. “Stay there piggy Ha-ha. I’m off to the shops to get food.” She gave me a quick peck on the lips goodbye and shut the door behind her.

I laid back. I was exhausted just from my previous efforts of try to get off of the bed. I must have fallen asleep as it felt like seconds later when Ben walked in carrying a huge tray of food. There wasn’t even a plate on there. Just piles of breakfast pastries and rolls mounded high. Piled on top were at least 15 slices of bacon and 12 sausages. “I can’t eat all of this. It’s huge. Where’s my knife and fork?” “Well, piggy girls don’t eat with knives and forks they use their hands and they definitely don’t need plates.”

I tucked into my hearty breakfast. I stuffed my fat cheeks with the pastries. I ended up wrapping my bacon round the sausages so I could eat it quicker. Maybe Ben was right, I was becoming a little piggy girl. I couldn’t stop the temptation off shoveling as much food in my mouth as my little fat hands would allow. Before I knew it the tray of food was almost done. I was stuffed. I felt like I wouldn’t need to eat for a month. “Come on piggy finish your breakfast!”

“I can’t, I’m to full.”

“Well you’ll have to stay in bed to you do finish it.” She started to massage my belly and I slowly but surely I managed to eat everything on the tray. It was strange, the more I ate the hornier it made me and obviously Ben too.

We spent the next few hours in bed before she helped me get up. Wow this was the first time a felt the full effects of my weight gain. I was out of breath just standing. Ben dragged me to the bathroom to try and weigh me. I stood on the scales. I tried looking down to see how much weight I actually gained but it was no use trying to see past my belly.

“What does it say Ben?” she laughed and told me to get off of the scales. She picked them up and showed me. I was too heavy for the scales to survive. The needle pointed to e for error I guess and was stuck there. “I think the piggy has broken the scales” She took me downstairs to the lounge. My hips and butt just fitting through the narrow stairwell with a tight squeeze. I sat down on the sofa and once again felt tired from my short walk. Ben set up the Nintendo Wii and said to try and weigh myself on that. Once again I was too exceeded the maximum weight. “I’ll have to get some stronger scales for you, now that you’re a growing girl. I’ll pop to the shops a get one for you and with that she went.

Suddenly I heard footsteps from upstairs and they were getting closer. “Ben is that you?” I asked nervously.

“Guess who?” a ladies voice replied and with that the fat lady had returned. “My, you have filled out quite nicely if I do say so myself”

“What have you done to me? Why have you done this to me?? Is it permanent?”

She put her fingers on my lips to stop me talking. “Well Samantha, you wished you and Ben could think in the same way about weight gain. So what better way to think the same, than experiencing the pleasures of weight gain yourself and yes it is permanent? Oh and just in case you were wondering I took 90 odd pounds off of Ben’s body and stuck it on to yours and as you were rude to me, I threw in an extra few pounds, well fifty extra to be exact for good measure. You now weigh in at just under 450 pounds and you will never be able to go under this weight but you can sure as hell gain in. Oh and just for my amusement I have programmed your mind to not realize when your full. So I’m sure those pounds will start mounting thick and fast,” she laughed. “Well I’m going to leave you, I hope your wish makes you both happy” and with that she walked out and slammed the door behind her.

Ben got back about an hour or so later and I told him what happened. He held me in his arms as we wondered what we were going to do next and what our futures held.


PS. I was wondering if any one fancied trying to do another chapter of the Fat Lady. It might be cool to see the story go in different directions and to hear it from a different prospective and once again please, please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.

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I liked your sequel quite a bit, there's something oddly kinky about the role reversal. And I love the domination aspect! The sequel was much more interesting than the "remake" for that reason.

I hope someone picks up the mantle and writes further situations around this theme.

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