---fan2000
Monica's Change
Neala couldn't help but over hear the two friends as they stood near the counter at the local fast food restaurant. The slim young lady, all of 18 was Monica. Her wavy blond hair hung over her shoulders, her pretty face had just the hint of makeup and her slim body was scantly clad in a tube top and shorts. "I'm just having a diet cola and a salad, I'm so fat!"
The chubby gal, likewise 18, was Melinda. Melinda was as cute as the day was long. Her auburn hair was neatly set in a bouncy ponytail and wire frame glasses that decorated her beautiful face. Dressed in a navy blue T-shirt and khaki slacks, Melinda took pride in her appearance. "Your not at all fat, Monica. You look gorgeous."
Monica placed her hands over her narrow hips, "I'm a blimp!"
This caused Melinda to ask, "I'm 175 pounds, what does that make me?"
Neala was a heavy woman herself and at 300 pounds, was to say the least, a little offended. As Monica continued to whine, Neala pulled out of her purse a strange looking orb, and began an eerie chant. Melinda turned her back to her friend and began looking over the menu, as Monica noticed her belly was no longer smooth, but bulging over the top of her shorts. Then her face began to change shape. Her high cheekbones disappeared and she developed a double chin. Her face became round, then chubby, then finally pudgy. Her hips became wide and her breasts increased in size.
After placing her order, Melinda turned around and as if all things were corrected, there stood the always been heavy Monica. Monica's face had become so pudgy she barely looked like the same young woman. Her hair was now short and pulled back, exposing the fullness of her apple cheeks and thick double chin. Monica's overly well fed body appeared uncomfortable in a lime green sleeveless T-shirt and orange spandex slacks. Her upper arms were huge and flabby; her buxom breasts lay upon her corpulent belly due to their weight. Two sets of rolls circled her portly waist and her hips became colossal in width. Her enormous butt poured downwards, hanging over her massive thighs. Melinda smiled at her friend and asked in a pleasant sounding voice, "Made up your mind? What are you going to have?"
Monica giggled, "Oh, I'm going to have the works!"
Neala grinned at the 375 pound Monica, "Now you actually are a blimp."
Freedom to Indulge
She was a twenty-something year old mom on a trip to the mall with her daughter. Her blondish-brown mane was tied in a bouncy ponytail, which drew attention to her pretty face and her curvaceous figure was slender and firm. Her light blue tube top showed off her ample breasts and flat tummy, as the white shorts she wore accented her small bubble butt and lean thighs. While walking by an ice cream shop, her four year-old daughter pleaded for some ice cream, in which she replied, "No ice cream for you, you're chubby enough as it is."
The little girl began to whine and the mother sternly remarked, "It's for your own good! I won't have a fat daughter!"
Neala, who was just a few steps away checking out a window display, overheard the incident and approached the mother. "Now honey, a little ice cream won't do her any harm. ’Least buy her a small cone?"
The young mother glanced over Neala's 300-pound girth and with a smirk replied, "So she can become as fat as you? I don't think so!"
Neala warmly smiled, "No need to get angry sweetie. You are in such great shape, no? I can see why you'd like your daughter to follow in your footsteps, yes?"
The young mother placed her hands upon her narrow hips, "Yeah I'm in great shape! I'm easily a size four!"
Neala smile grew all the wider, "Yes honey, I can see your lean and fit, but tell me the truth? You would like some ice cream too, no?"
The young mother was about to tell Neala to stay out of her business, but for some odd reason couldn't control her thoughts and blurted out the truth, "Yes Miss, I would love some ice cream. I would love to order the biggest banana split they have, then afterwards a large milkshake." The young mother lowered her head, "But I can't. I need to stick to my diet."
Neala nodded, "You would lose your beautiful shape, yes?"
The young mother replied, "I hate dieting. There are days that I wish I could just pig out and not have to worry about what size I am."
Neala laughed, "Honey, you look as if you never dieted in your life!"
The young mother was about to reply that she did diet, but the words never left her lips. She stood frozen in her spot, as Neala removed an odd looking orb from out of her purse and chanted a few unrecognizable words. In a flash, the slim shapely young mother was changed into an overly well-fed 250-pound housewife!
Her face looked swollen with chubby cheeks and prominent double chin. Her attire didn't change at all, but grew bigger with her body, to comply with her new butterball shape. The fabric of her tube top stretched too its limits, barely containing her large breasts, which were no longer firm. Her corpulent potbelly poured over the shorts she wore and a thick roll of fat circled her spacious waist. Her hips were now extremely wide and her hefty keister was enormous, pushing up into the air over her mammoth thighs. Her tight shorts exposed the cottage cheese on her thighs that rubbed together as she moved. She rubbed her big, bloated belly and smiled at her daughter, "I have a taste for some ice cream, how about you?" Taking her daughter by the hand, she waddled in a hurry to the ice cream shop.
Neala folded her arms over her bosom, "Seems your new shape has given you the freedom to indulge."
FINIS
Revenge over the Net
Betsy was a slim beauty with an exquisite face with high cheekbones, a small dainty nose, and wavy coal black hair. Her hourglass figure looked dazzling in any garment she chose to wear. A cheerleader and prom queen in high school, Betsy was still as popular five years later. Popular that is among her own clique because to those who didn't fit in, Betsy could be down right nasty. She was known to be vain, pretentious, and a flirt. Upon arriving home from a date, Betsy took a quick shower then once in a T-shirt and sweat pants, decided to check her e-mail. As she looked over her e-mail, she received an instant message from Brainygirl.
Brainygirl: Hi Betsy, remember me? It's Lynn.
Betsy: Lynn who?
Brainygirl: Lynn Volkstech from Grant high school. Don't you remember me?
Betsy: No.
Brainygirl: Okay, I'll remind you. You used to call me Lardass and pork belly.
Betsy: Oh, yeah. So why are you bothering me now? Shouldn't you be pigging out or wallowing away in the mud somewhere?
Brainygirl: You still think you have quite the sense of humor. Making fun of other people just because their different isn't funny. It's plain mean.
Betsy: Do you have a point?
Brainygirl: I was wondering what you're up too?
Betsy: If you really want to know, I'm the manager of a dress shop for career-minded women. What are you doing, flipping burgers at some fast food restaurant?
Brainygirl: No. Believe it or not I married a rich guy who is developing software.
Betsy: Big deal, I'm sure your fatter then ever! LOL!!!!!!!!
With that reply, Betsy clicked off the instant messenger and continued to read her mail. However, Lynn instant messaged her back.
Brainygirl: Hey Betsy. That was rude.
Betsy: Mind leaving me alone?
Brainygirl: Why, we haven't had our fun yet and I haven't finished explaining.
Betsy: Explaining what?
Brainygirl: Explaining my life and my hubby's software.
Betsy: If you must, go on.
Brainygirl: Well, yeah I'm still a heavy gal. I'm 235 pounds if you must know. About my hubby's software, it can program another person’s total existence. Don't ask me how, but it works.
Betsy: Then why aren't you a fashion model or something?
Brainygirl: Because I'm happy with my appearance and may I add, life in general. How about you?
Betsy: Hey tubby, I'm slim and successful, so go to hell.
Brainygirl: You mean you're happy that you have your short straight hair in pigtails, pimples on your face and braces on your teeth?
Sure enough, Betsy's mouth was full of metal, her hair was set in pigtails, and acne covered her forehead and cheeks.
Betsy: How did you do that! Change me back you sow!
Brainygirl: Such harsh words from some shy girl afraid of her own shadow. You don't get angry, you whine.
Betsy: That's not fair. Why are you mean to me?
Brainygirl: Why did you call me a sow? After all, you weigh more then I do?
Betsy's body began to inflate. Her clothes began to get tight and her shape expanded. Betsy's face was now round and extremely fat. Her cheeks had become very pudgy, her nose broad and her double chin was so thick it covered her entire neck. Her upper arms were big and flabby; her huge breasts sagged on top of her enormous belly. Her waist was immense and lined with rolls, the largest roll resting over her capacious hips and peaking out over the waistband of her sweatpants. Betsy's posterior was as wide as it was puffy, pouring over her chair and her chunky thighs had big beefy saddlebags.
Brainygirl: How much do you weigh?
Betsy: 309 pounds.
Brainygirl: What do you do for a living?
Betsy: I work in the stock room for a women's clothing store.
Brainygirl: Aren't you an overeater?
Betsy: Yeah.
Brainygirl: Then why aren't you stuffing your face right now?
Betsy didn't bother to reply. She wiggled out of her chair and dashed to the kitchen and pigged out.
Finis