I gazed in horror at the stubble face, slumbering head of Ray Dormer just inches from my own. I could smell his hot breath blowing straight into my face as he softly snored.
The man sure had fallen back asleep quickly!
But I supposed he hadn't just experienced a car accident, encountered a witch, insulted her during a heated argument, and then woken up in the body of a fat lady some thirty years older than him!
I had a decent excuse for being unable to sleep.
And why was it the middle of the night now, I wondered. The last thing I remembered it was morning.
Of course the answer to that was probably the same as the answer to the far more burning question: why did I have two enormous, basketball-sized breasts sagging heavily from my chest right now. Obviously that stupid old hag had zapped me into Mrs. Dormer's body at some other point in time.
I've probably lost a whole day, I thought.
Of course considering I also just lost my manhood, I decided the bit about jumping through time seemed fairly trivial.
Wide awake and unsure what else to do, I decided to get up from bed rather than lay here torturing myself with Ray Dormer's halitosis and deafening snoring.
Gingerly rolling out of bed, I quickly discovered how much heavier my new body was. My breasts jiggled quite a bit as my feet hit the floor. My hips seemed impossibly wide now, and my ass felt like someone had glued a pillow onto either cheek. Sadly, I knew that was all my own fat, frumpy, middle-aged flesh now.
I tiptoed quietly as I could through the unfamiliar bedroom. The Dormers were friends of the family, so I'd been over to their house several times. But I'd never been in their private bedroom of course. This place felt embarrassingly private and off-limits. And yet, here I was wearing Mrs. Dormer's underwear and padding about her bedroom in my bare feet.
Correction: in her bare feet. And it looks like I've got my toes painted some glossy shade of burgundy. Swell, I thought sarcastically. Just my favorite color.
Slipping out the door, I waddled down the hall and finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief. Hopefully Ray would keep sleeping for quite a bit. A clock at the far end of the corridor showed it was a little past four in the morning. Having no idea how late the Dormers usually slept in, I didn't know how much time I would have for myself before … before what exactly? Before I had to cook breakfast for my “husband” I supposed.
“Yuck,” I whispered aloud with a shudder.
Shaking the thought from my head, I waddled off into the Dormer's bathroom. Ellen Dormer must have drank a lot of liquid last night, because now that I was standing and moving about her bladder was pressing heavily downward with an urgent calling.
“I can't believe I have to piss like this,” I sighed in a whisper.
Entering the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was now chubby in a pleasantly plump way. Ellen Dormer had an attractive face despite the amount of fatty bulk on her forty-seven year old body. And although I looked a bit disheveled in her simple, white cotton nightgown, I could see most of the fat on Ellen's body was distributed about her breasts, hips, and thighs. The result was a surprisingly attractive package, for an overweight, middle-aged woman.
“Too bad I'm the one inside this body,” I told my reflection. “I wonder if Mrs. Dormer is now trapped in my body? And if so, I wonder what the hell she thinks is going on.”
With one hand I hiked up Ellen's nightgown into an awkward bunch about my soft, flabby, protruding belly, and then with the other hand quickly started tugging off Mrs. Dormer's underwear. Dropping my considerable girth on the toilet with a heavy thud, I released a hissing stream of urine from Ellen Dormer's body … and I desperately tried to concentrate on anything other than the all too personal and private bodily functions I was engaged in.
Mostly I just gazed at the white cotton panties around my chubby, pale white ankles. Ellen's underwear looked enormous from here – was it from the Victoria's Secret Elephant Collection?
I shouldn't laugh, I told myself. Those humongous white cotton panties fitted my big round behind pretty comfortably only a moment earlier.
And unless I could find and convince that crazy old hag who cursed me to reverse this swap, I was going to be wearing Mrs. Dormer's gigantic panties every single day for the rest of my life!
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