"I wish I could be a 10-year-old girl. That would give me plenty of time to get nice and fat. Plus, chubby girls are so cute. I love how little girls are so adorable and innocent, and yet they're so seductive. I wish I could have my cake and eat it too. I want to be a cute, chubby girl like Stephany someday. I wish my new family would help me get to be huge! If only it were that easy."
David held the stone in his hand and closed his eyes. Just in case it didn't work, he thought he'd better say a quick prayer. After a few moments, David opened his eyes. Nothing had happened, and he was still glued to his bed. However, he had faith this was all going to work itself out.
He turned off his light and lay back on his bed before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. He dreamed of being a little girl, and it seemed so real. His new family was fairly well off, and they all worked together to help him get fatter and fatter. He had an older brother and sister who also wanted him to get fat. They weighed him daily, and they would feed him yummy foods that he looked forward to. He loved the feeling of growing fatter by the day.
His dream was interrupted by the sound of his alarm going off; however, the moment he opened his eyes, he realized that something was different. This wasn't his room. He carefully sat up, feeling different as he tossed the covers aside and climbed out of bed. Honestly, this room looked more like a room he'd have if he'd been a girl. There was a large TV near the foot of the bed with several game consoles connected to it. There was a cluttered writing desk by the door, and the clothes littering the floor all looked more feminine and smaller than he expected. Someone had converted one of the walls into a giant mirror that gave him a great view of the new him. Or her as the case seemed to be.
She was about 10-years-old with long dark hair that came to about the middle of her thighs and framed a cute, round face. She had striking brown eyes that were some of the most beautiful she'd ever seen. She was thin and toned, or as toned as a 10=year=old could be, which made her far too thin for her own tastes. Still, there was something alluring about the thought of actually gaining weight and watching her body change. She was dressed in a pink tank top and pink panties that seemed to conform to the shape of her feminine groin.
Catherine. The name came to her mind, and she knew that it was hers. She was Catherine, but how? How had she gone from being David to being Catherine? How had she become a girl? She figured maybe it was some magic. Still, she felt like she should check if she were dreaming or if this was real.
Cat pinched her arm, surprised that it hurt, and let out a cute gasp of surprise. She couldn't believe it; even her voice was perfectly feminine and cute. She was exactly what she'd always wanted to be. She was a girl. A 10-year-old girl.
Cat cautiously took one step and then another, feeling sorely aware of how little she weighed in her new body. Everything seemed so much bigger with her shorter point of view, and she found she had a hard time keeping her balance as her proportions were very different from when she'd been a boy. However, it felt so amazing actually to be a girl.
Cat stopped as she caught a whiff of something delicious coming from outside her room, and her curiosity got the better of her as she crept to her door and opened it. Her room was at the far end of a long hall lined by several other doors and ending in a staircase that made its way down. She could hear the sounds of someone cooking coming from downstairs, and her stomach growled as she made her way down the stairs.
She found herself in a large entryway, with an office on one side and a sitting room on the other, while another hallway led deeper into the house. The bright morning sun was streaming through the stained glass set into the front door, and she almost felt like she had stumbled into someone's mansion.
She crept down the hallway, following her nose and the sounds of cooking as she emerged into a large kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances and a beautiful cherry-wood finish. There was a woman she didn't recognize standing by the stove. She had shoulder-length brown hair and was a bit on the pudgy side. She appeared to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was humming a tune that Cat hadn't heard before and was swaying her hips in time with her own beat. Suddenly a name came to Cat's mind, and she knew that this was her mother. Or her new mother. Her name was Carolyn, though she always just called her mom.
Cat was torn between staying where she was and watching the strange woman make breakfast or making her presence known. However, the smell of pancakes made her hunger get the better of her, and she ventured forward, slipping past the kitchen table and coming to a stop at the stove. Carolyn was so caught up in cooking that she didn't even notice Cat until she was standing right beside her. The smell was just too much, and she was starving. She took a huge bite of a pancake in one hand and moaned at the taste. It was completely different from the frozen waffles they'd been eating at her old home. It could rival Grandma's pancakes.
"Good morning, sunshine," her mom said with a smile, "I hope you're hungry because I made plenty!"
Cat was a little taken aback at how normal her mom seemed. Especially since this was the first time Cat had actually seen her, though she figured the reverse probably wasn't true. To her mother, she must be the same Cat that she'd always been. Though, Cat still wasn't sure what that relationship entailed. She just nodded, unsure of how to respond.
"Good! Growing girls need to eat after all," her mother said, grabbing a massive plate of pancakes and handing it to Cat, "Eat up!"
Cat struggled to support the plate's weight because of how many pancakes were on it and partly because her new body was much weaker than when she'd been David. Still, even when she'd been David, she'd never eaten this many pancakes in one sitting. She wondered if she'd be able to now that she was Cat. Sure she was younger than David, which meant she'd probably have a smaller stomach, but she wasn't sure how much Cat was used to eating. However, it couldn't be much if she was this thin. Still, there was only one way to find out for sure.
Cat took the plate, sat down at the large dining table, and stared at her massive meal. She grabbed the syrup and began drenching her pancakes in the sugary goodness, licking her lips as her stomach let out another loud growl.
Cat grabbed her fork and took a bite of the syrupy pancake. She loved the feeling of the syrup in her mouth and almost moaned at the taste. It was definitely better than the frozen kind, and it was so warm and fluffy. She was sure she was going to like living here. Her new mother was so nice, and she was going to make sure Cat got properly fed.
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