Isaac blinked in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the obese woman at the coffee shop. As he stared, he felt a strange tingling sensation spreading through his body, a chilling reminder of the cloaked figure's touch in his dream. Panic surged through him, but before he could react, reality itself seemed to twist and bend around him.
The familiar surroundings of the coffee shop began to blur and shift, the faces of the patrons becoming unrecognizable. Isaac felt his body start to change, the tingling sensation intensifying into a forceful, almost painful pressure. His clothes tightened, stretching to accommodate his rapidly expanding form. He watched in horror as his hands and arms grew thicker, the skin smooth and unblemished, and his fingers became more delicate.
His chest heaved, and he felt an uncomfortable heaviness settle there. His shirt strained as his chest swelled into enormous, full, rounded breasts, each larger than he'd ever imagined. His waist widened dramatically, and his hips exploded outward, his pants tearing at the seams as his lower body became a vast expanse of plush flesh. His thighs grew impossibly thick, pressing together tightly, and his rear ballooned outward, each cheek becoming a massive, jiggling globe that demanded two seats to accommodate its size.
Isaac's face felt strange, as though it were being molded like clay. His features softened, his jawline becoming less pronounced, and his cheekbones higher. His hair grew longer, cascading down his back in luscious waves. He reached up to touch his face, feeling the unfamiliar contours of his new features.
Then came the most startling change. Isaac felt his belly begin to swell, pressing outwards with an almost unstoppable force. His shirt rode up, exposing the growing expanse of his midriff as his belly grew rounder and rounder, becoming a prominent, massive orb that hung heavily over the waistband of his pants. His love handles expanded into hefty rolls of fat, adding to his already exaggerated hourglass figure, and his belly button stretched as his stomach pushed further out, making him look heavily pregnant with an oversized gut that dominated his entire torso.
The transformation was complete within moments, and Isaac found himself staring at his reflection in the glass of the coffee shop's display case. A young woman, with dark brown hair and a pretty face, stared back at him. He was now the spitting image of an obese woman, but one who was incredibly large and voluptuous. His body was massive, with an enormous belly, colossal hips, and a gigantic rear, all that seemed to demand attention.
Isaac's clothing had changed to accommodate his new form, though it clung to him uncomfortably. He was now wearing a pair of denim shorts that hugged his swollen thighs and ass tightly, the fabric straining to contain his expanding curves. His belly hung out over the waistband, exposed for all to see, the crop top he now wore was a bright neon pink, its fabric stretched to its limit across his massive breasts. The neckline plunged dangerously low, revealing a generous amount of cleavage, while the hem rode up, leaving his belly exposed for all to see. The tightness of the top accentuated the roundness of his bloated midsection, the fabric clinging to every curve and roll of his new figure.
"Hey, are you okay?" Cassandra’s voice broke through Isaac's disoriented thoughts. She stood behind the counter, holding his order with a look of concern on her face. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."
Isaac tried to speak, but his voice came out as a soft, feminine murmur. He cleared his throat, struggling to find his words. "I… I’m fine," he managed to say, though the sound of his new voice shocked him.
Cassandra handed over his order, her eyes flicking over his transformed body with a mixture of confusion and sympathy. "Here you go, Issy! Ally is waiting for you at a table."
Before Isaac could respond, the obese woman who had been the catalyst for his transformation stood up and waddled over to him, her face lighting up with a smile. "Issy! There you are! I was wondering when you would show up. Ready for our coffee date?"
Isaac’s mind raced as he tried to process what was happening. The woman’s familiarity suggested they knew each other well, at least in this new reality. He nodded numbly, following her to a table and sitting down opposite her. The two chairs below creaked under his new weight, and he felt his enlarged belly press uncomfortably against the edge of the table.
"Isn't this place great?" the woman said, her eyes sparkling with genuine excitement. "I’m so glad we could meet up here."
Isaac forced a smile, trying to hide his growing panic. "Yeah, it is," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He had to figure out how to reverse this.
As he sipped his coffee and nibbled on the muffin, Isaac's mind churned with questions. How had this happened? What made this a gift? Was there any way to undo this?
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