"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess." Once you get the stuff off your head and blush from embarrassment, you look up to see a young obese woman holding a bucket of fried chicken. She stood tall and wide, in a somewhat gothic getup. Her long black hair covered part of her chubby face. Black eyeliner covered her eyes, which matched her sundress and fingernails. Her sundress looked like it was barely holding anything in. She must have been 300 pounds at least.
"It's alright, nothing's broken. You've come here to see your future self?" she asked, noticing that you were somewhat starring at her huge frame.
"Um...yes." You watched as she nodded with her double chins and huffed her way to the love seat on the other side of the circular table. Her ass jiggling with each step she was taking. How could anyone let themselves go like that? You wouldn't be caught dead in public if you weighed that much. Debbie looked over and saw that you were standing still, still looking at her. She knew you were taking noticed of her frame, how it intrigued and disturbed you at the same time. But she would fix that in no time.
Not embarrassing yourself further, you took the seat across from her. You watched as she set the bucket of chicken down and began to work her hands around the crystal ball. You began to daze around the swirling fog inside it. "Now tell me, why do you keep starring at my body?" she smiled.
There was something about the fog, something that was compelling you to tell her the truth. "You're so....fat. So...obese. You've been eating like you don't even care. Doesn't it bother you?"
"Not at all." Debbie said as her flabby arms continued to perform the magic in the crystal ball. "I've changed for the better. There were days I blamed myself for being too 'fat'. I had no self confidence at times. But then I embraced it and stopped worrying about it. It's what's on the inside that counts. Do you want to know what that's like?"
"Ye....ye......yes!" you said. You did feel down at times, not always wanting to let go and drop into peer pressure. You were expecting her to talk about it more. For her to enlighten you a bit. Little did you know that was far from what was happening.
"What would it be like to be as fat as me?" Debbie said as the fog swirled into the edges. Inside, you were hypnotized by it's image. For inside, you almost thought you saw a fattened version of yourself. "Do you really want to know?" You paused, not sure what was going on. It almost felt like you were sluggish and heavy, as if you were the one that was sitting on the love seat.
"You're speechless." Debbie grinned, noticing that puzzled look on your face. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to eat whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted? Imagine it, never worry about dieting or exercising ever again." You sat back against the groining chair, hypnotized by her words. Unaware of the powerful magic she was performing. Your flat stomach now starting to push out. Your hips beginning to become a tad fuller.
"Have you ever imagined having the biggest bust in the crowd? Having all the guys stare at you for all the right reasons. Having to wear the extra large clothing just to hold them in." Unknown to you, your clothes were changing with you, becoming stretchy and longer. Making room for your own swelling breasts. As the overweight Debbie continues to talk about the positives of her lifestyle, the more your body changed.
"I can't tell you how happy it's been at this size. Being able to eat all the food I want without giving it a second thought. I've come a long way from gaining when I accepted it. Because that's the only thing that matters. To be accepted and loved for who you truly are." You could only hear her words. You couldn't hear the seat struggling under you. Your ass began to thicken and form little bumps of cellulite. Your thighs rubbing together, your legs drooping with fat as your calves thickened nicely. You unknowingly adjusted your shirt, so it wasn't caught and stretched out from under your belly. It jiggled as it was released from the trapped fabric.
"All the years I spent worrying about my weight. Society has changed. In the ancient greeks, the poor were the thin ones that scurried around the streets while the rich were served food hand and foot. Gluttony was a sign of wealth. Now look at today. The rich are the ones protraying their thin selves with gym memberships and liposuction. The middle class sit around with dollar menus and cheap fattening food everywhere. If you're healthy, why should it matter. It's health, not wealth." The unaware fattening was almost complete. Your whole body began to finish all the extra details. Your skin was softening as your hips grew in the chair. Your cheeks got fuller as a double chin began to hang underneath. Your fingers and toes thickening to match the proportions of your new form.
"Thank you for taking the time to listen. You looked so thin and lonely when I saw you walk into my shop. I just knew I had to give this experience to you." The fog in the crystal ball began to vanish as you slowly closed your eyes and broke out of your daze. You then suddenly tasted something in your mouth. Was that...chicken? Your opened your eyes again and saw yourself holding a half-eaten leg and a bucket of chicken. It was then that your realized that you were now as fat as Debbie. Or to be more clear, was as fat as Debbie.
You looked down as your extra chins pressed against each other. Your breasts, while huge, were just as big as Debbie's used to be. Your belly laid past under the shirt, hanging a bit lower on your thighs and wrapped around in stretch marks. Your tried sitting yourself up on the chair, finding that both of your butt cheeks were wedged in the arm rests. Your arms were wide and doughy, still holding the chicken. Your clothes, that were once loose on you, were now stretched and hugged every roll of your body. You were still dealing with this new body of yours. You were surprized that you were accepting this calmly. But it felt like the more time you sat there, the more it felt like this was what you were like your whole life, like you've always been like this.
As you looked across the table, you saw that Debbie was thin. As thin as you once were. She has to be 115 pounds, just like you once were. She was a twig. Her breasts were small and probably B sized, just like yours used to be. Her skin was smooth and toned down. You looked down at your body again and realized that you gained all the fat that used to be on her.
The more you looked at yourself, the more you felt like that was always meant to be. The more your saw your fat self, the more you starred at your flabby belly, the more hungry you felt and thought about all of food you could be tasting right now.
You looked back up to Debbie. The woman who caused all of this to happen. You looked at the small round face you once had and told her................
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