This choice: Rachel wakes up a 7 feet tall and fat, outgoing, and farting every few seconds • Go Back... Harold knocked on the door to Rachel’s condo, wondering what her earlier phone call was all about, “Harold, it’s Rachel I need you to come over PPHHHHHRRTTTTTT! (Not again!) right now! Please!” They had worked together for a few years, they had both started as guidance counselors at the same time, and had drinks a few times, but had never dated or anything, so why did she call him now?
He knocked on the door and recoiled in horror as the smell of rotten eggs assaulted his senses. “Oh, wow!” He looked up to see the door was only open a few inches, “Rachel?”
“Harold wait, two minutes and then come in. Please,” Rachel’s voice asked.
“Rachel? What’s going on? Why won’t you open the door all the way?”
“Just wait two minutes and come to the living room. I’ll answer all your questions then. Okay?”
There was a quiet desperation in her voice, and Harold couldn’t help but agree, “Sure, two minutes.”
“Thank you Harold. Thank you.”
Harold did as he was bidden and waited two minutes before entering. He made his way down the hall to the living room, and as he did he could swear he heard the sound of muffled farts. When he did reach the living room, it dawned on him that he may have more questions then Rachel could answer.
Rachel sat on her couch, her ass taking up at least two cushions and pushing onto the third. She must have been 7 feet tall if not more, and her rack had swelled from a very full C cup to what must have been GGG’s. She always had acute little pot belly, but it had definitely swelled to quite the full cauldron. Her thighs were full on thunderous, but showed no stretch marks or cellulite. She had aged by a bout 10 years, and had two thick gray stripes in her hair that now framed her slightly chubbier face.
She was in a low cut tiger striped long sleeve top, and an extremely short black leather mini skirt. Her feet were in what she had once joked as her “Fuck-me” pumps; a pointed toed 5-inch heel. “Rachel? What happened to you?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!” she cried as she let loose with a nasty raunchy fart that stank the room up. “I just woke up like this; a fat flatulating giant!”
“And that’s all that fit?”
“No! I mean yes, I mean no! I mean all my clothes had changed to fit me, but they were all slutty trailer trash styles now! Harold what am I going to do?” she cried as she farted again.
“Well I’d invest in air freshener?” he joked trying to lighten the mood and failing miserably.
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