Chapter #4'250', pleasantly plump. by: Ëtalfni   You expected there to be a number to be in a dress size scale or at least in inches, but for some reason the clothing read "250". Perplexed, you held the shirt up to your chest to do an eye measurement. Sure, it was a little big, it might make a good sleeping shirt, but it wasn't huge. Taylor, the employee, took notice to the confused look on your face.
"Something the matter, miss?"
"Yeah...Is this number right? Do you guys do some sort of weird measurement scale?"
Taylor gave a short laugh. "Something like that. This is your first time in the mall isn't it?"
You furrowed your brow, slightly annoyed that he seemed to be molding you as some sort of confused tourist. "Yeah, so what?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Just trust me when I say you'll have no problem with fitting in any of our clothing, I guarantee it."
Now it was almost like he was calling you fat. You huffed and threw the outfit over your shoulders, determined to prove him wrong. "Whatever. Where's the changing room?"
He jabbed his thumb towards several doors on the far wall behind him. You stormed past him with clothing in hand and slammed the door shut behind you. You had half a mind to report that guy to his employer for being rude, but you turned to the task at hand. If these clothes didn't fit, which you were positive they wouldn't, you were going to give him such a hard time he'd regret picking fun at you.
You stripped down to your bra and panties, tossing the outfit you were wearing in a heap to the side. The jean shorts you picked out might as well go on first, you stretched them out by the waist to find that it almost was as long as your arms.
"I should have gotten a belt..."
You didn't even need to unbutton them, they were so big. All you had to do was step in them and pull them up. Of course, there was no way they could rest on your hips beginning as large as they were.
"Pff, I knew it. That bastard's gonna have hell to pay..."
You were about to pull it down when you felt a weird tingle in your legs. You were beginning to feel really odd and...heavier down below. Maybe you were just lightheaded, you sat down on the bench in the changing to a far more cushion-like seat than you expected.
"Huh. I gotta lay off those burgers."
That's when you realized that you were rising off the bench ever so slightly. You looked down at your legs and let out a squeak of surprise. Your lower body was inflating out like a balloon! The perfect legs you spent hours working on every week were disappearing from your very eyes! Your thighs and legs widened with fat as the pants that had been falling off your waist just moments ago were now fitting snugly. Though your panties were digging into your plump crotch now.
All you could do was just stare at your legs for a moment. You closed your eyes.
"No...This is a dream. It didn't happen. You'll just wake up falling out of bed as usual."
You opened them but were still greeted by a pair of massive legs underneath a tight looking jean shorts. Logically, there was no way this could happen. There was no scientifically plausible way putting on a simple pair of pants could make you overweight from the waist down. But why was your heart racing so much? You weren't actually getting a thrill out of this, were you? After all, you spent most of your life staying in shape and watching what you ate. This wasn't how you normally acted, this whole situation wasn't normal.
Yet...You couldn't help but feel a hint of excitement out of this. You had just physically changed yourself in an instant. There was a rush of adrenaline from the power behind the ability to alter yourself at will. Is that what these clothes did? Change people?
A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.
"Everything alright in there, miss?"
After a pause, you responded...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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