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Magic and sci-fi transformations that go awry, sometimes for the best, often for the worst
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Chapter #4

That night, in his room

    by: Inthecourt Author IconMail Icon
Josh was doing his homework in his room that night, though its difficult nature didn't allow it to be easily done.

"Why the fuck do I even have to do this," he asked himself angrily, "I'm a track star, I don't plan to be a particle physicist!"

His blood boiled until he started feeling somewhat queasy. Then he felt like, like he was shrinking and swelling up at the same time. He made his way to the bathroom, feeling sick to his stomach, imagining he was going to throw up. However, he didn't even make it to the toilet, because the mirror caught his attention.

His jaw dropped as he saw himself actually swelling outwards. His entire body was being enveloped in a layer of soft tissue.

"Fat," he said absentmindedly as he saw breasts developing upon his belly. His thighs, his ass, his hips, all growing larger and wider.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, only to see his face changing as well, taking on a feminine nature and a double chin. His hair then grew quickly down past his shoulders and to the middle of his back. He was definitely shorter too, a few inches at least. His shirt was stretched to the point where it only covered half if his belly and was tight around his boobs and soft, jiggly arms.

"What the fuck," he said, also noting his voice was not his own, or at least, quite a bit more feminine.

As if by instinct, he stepped onto his scale in the bathroom, and he could have sworn he heard it creak under his weight.

262 pounds. 262 pounds?!?

He grabbed between his thighs, hoping to find an old friend, but instead he found an unfamiliar slit in his place.

"I'm-" he, or she, stuttered, "I'm a fat chick!"

He waddled back and forth, finding all his mannerisms had changed somewhat to deal with all the extra weight and his muscle loss.

How the hell did a track star turn into a fat chick?

What he had on his mind at the moment was food, it seemed his new fat chick stomach was really hungry, and he fed it as if by instinct.

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