"You evil little bitch! How dare you do this to me, and for what, just because I didn't wanna dance with her! Maybe if your kid lost a couple of pounds she wouldn't be so tormented! I'll never accept your help, and I'll find my own way of changing back!"
She then laughed to herself, "Fool, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
She then snapped her fingers and then Tom was suddenly back in his room on his bed, still naked and still getting fat. He then thought what the old hag said.
"..........or you can leave here and have nothing to do with us again. Of course if you take the second option you will end up at least twice as big as Elsie and probably wont be able to get out of bed and of course still a women. I know someone who would care for you in that case. He is quite a dear, but he is likely to make you even bigger than the curse will."
It was then that he felt himself getting fatter. Then, his felt fat filling every area of his body. His ass was becoming larger and larger. His stomach was growing bigger, covering his privates. He saw his fingers becoming more plump, the same with his feet and toes. His legs grew large and flabby, he felt the same happening with his arms. He then noticed his face getting more puffy, felling two double chins, and a third forming.
The strange felling suddenly stops, and he was horrified at what he saw, his own body weighing at least 500 pounds.
Then he felt a different pain, he felt all of his body hair slowly shrinking back into his body. He then felt his hips change into a feminine shape. He then growned in pain as his penis was shrinking smaller and smaller until it was replaced by a vagina, then felt his ass growing a little bigger. It was then that his breasts grew more bigger and swollen. He then suddenly felt a pain in his throat, changing the tone of his voice. His hair then grew longer and longer. He was horrified that he was now a 500 pound woman.
"Hello, Tom. Or should I say Tomasina? No, that's silly. How about a proper 'fat girl' name instead? Bertha? Ethel? Lulu, maybe?"
Tom snarled and launched him/herself at the cause of all his misery, moving slowly but steadily as he waddled towards her. His height hadn't changed, so he knew that his 6'3", 500lb body could overwhelm the tiny girl. Though the churning of Toms keg-thick thighes and the wobbling of his new belly was a distraction...
"Stop." said Elisa Bollen with a smile.
Tom stopped...and stood there with a shocked look on his round yet rather pretty face. He looked a little bit like his old self around the face, but with the softening effect of the rounder features, swollen jowls and three doughy chins - not to mention the drastic change in body - nobody was likely to recognise this obese woman as college football hero Tom Winters.
Elisa Bollen walked around him, smiling at her creation. Tom was a very tall, but extraordinarly obese young woman. The sort of grotesque, waddling lardass who Jerry Springer used to showcase on a weekly basis. Unable to move his body, Tom could only try to follow Elisa with his eyes as Bollen poked and inspected his new body. Finally, she left the room and returned with a duffelbag. She pulled out a huge, pink mumu decorated with red roses and white lace. She tossed it at him, and he gained control over his body just in time to catch the dress before it fell to the floor. He held the tent-sized bell of colorful cloth and glared at the girl, while she drew a pair of cheap, pink flipflops from the same bag and tossed them on the ground.
"Get dressed, Tammy." she said with a smile.
"My name's Tom Winters." he said in his soft, girls voice.
Elisa shook her head and drew out an old pink purse, opened it and tossed an ID card to him. He caught it, and saw a photo of his new face in the upper right corner. A round, fat face with shoulder-length blond hair frameing it...and the name Tammy Summers printed on it. He saw the weight was 500 even and the height was set at 6'3"...but then started to tick down to 6'2"...then 6'1"...6'0"...and didn't stop till it reached 5'10". Still rather tall for a woman, but nowhere near the height he'd been. Then his body began to shrink in height for real, but his weight stayed the same. When he was done...
"Please, stop this..." Tom whined as his breathing became labored under the colossal weight he was supporting. He tried to move towards her again, but found that he was weaker than he'd been before. Worse, it didn't feel abnormal to be this weak and tired. He felt as if this was the way this body just was. Slow, ponderous and sluggish. He began to wish he had some candy or pasteries to snack on.
"Put your pretty dress on, Tammy...and slip into those sandles. Then...come with me and I'll lead you to your new place. No arguements, now...or I'll make things MUCH worse."
Tom...or Tammy...slipped the dress over his...or rather her head, and fitted it into place about her elephantine frame. She stepped into the flipflops and wiggled her toes till the fit properly, then followed as Elisa left the room. She waddled slowly and ponderously after her, and heard her mother and sister sleeping in their rooms. Elisa left through the front door, and Tammy followed...but she was already starting to feel tired. She'd been so energetic as a boy, but now her back and legs ached...her breath was laboring...and she was so hungry!
"Please..." Tammy gasped as they left the Winters house "...where are...we going?"
"To your new home, Tammy. If I leave you here you'll be arrested for tresspassing and - after it's discovered that Toms missing - suspected in his dissappearance. You can't just say that YOU'RE Tom, because you nolonger have his fingerprints, dental records or anything. You'd spend some time in jail, getting your fat ass raped by the bigger lesbos who'd just LOVE to have a girlfriend as soft and cuddley as you. But, if you come with me...I'll take you someplace where you can relax, eat and be safe." And with that, Elisa gestured to a waiting car. "Try to squeeze into the back, wont you dear?"
Tom wanted to beg her to just change him back, but the idea of just laying down and sleeping was much too attractive. Besides, she knew that Elisa wouldn't listen to her right now. With luck, she'd be able to talk later...
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