Meanwhile, in the woods, Dianne was torturing her aunt Martha by merauding her about her obesity. Your aunt was wheezing, having been running from a snake, and your cousin Dianne had watched all of it, "C'mon jelly juggs, lets see the truffle shuffle one more time", Dianne jeered to her aunt, only standing five feet behind her. Dianne had no respect for her elders. I was a shame, since th 24 year-old model was so gracefully beautiful.
Martha did nothing in response, being a bit embarrassed. She then looked over to a bush to see a blue egg sitting on top of it. Curious, your aunt walked over and picked it up, "Hmm...what a lovley shade of blue", she remarked.
"Yeah, I've got a bikini in that color. Too bad you can't wear bikinis, you might look like the blob", Dianne persisted to make fun of Aunt Martha. She then stopped and walked over to an identical egg upon the ground, and picked it up. Suddenly, the two women's heads began to spin. When Dianne'shead had cleared, she found herself looking at a youn, tall, busty blonde, wearing a silk top that gave off a large ammoun of cleavage, and leather pants that revealed her thong, since she was bent over."Wait a second, thats me", Dianne began to realize, and then looked down and let out a scream at the bloated appearanc before her, "How could this happen!", she exclaimed, grabbing a chunk of her new, fat gut.
Martha began to hear a commotion behind her, and turned around to see a fat, middle-aged woman with shoulder-length black hair screaming about something, "Thats me...", Aunt Martha trailed off, ", looking down at herself and seeing aseductive body before her, "Is this real?", she whispered to herself, putting her hands upon her new, firm breasts. They felt real. Martha then felt her stomach. It was as flat as a board.
"Giv me back my body, you fat pig", Dianne sobbed, feeling her lage, floppy breasts.
"I don't think you should be talking, Dianne", Martha replied, further examing Dianne's body, "I think you deserve it for making fun of me so much", with that, Martha suddenly grabbed her old ass, "You should like it, anyway. Guys like big butts", with that, Aunt Martha ran off into the woods
Dianne begn to cry, looking upon her pudgey fingers.
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