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Harold was looking for a couple of new shirts at the mall, with nothing really abnormal happening there, although a brief moment was all it took for things to turn upside down. “What the heck” he said as he walked towards the register, stopping for a moment as he was met with some rather large undergarments made for women. “Damn, you have to be a fat bitch to be able to wear something like this” he said out loud, chuckling at his own mean comment, completely unaware that a woman that would have the proportions to wear such clothing wasn’t too far away from him, and she heard his rude comment.
The woman heard a lot of similar comments about her figure and the size of the clothes she used, but instead of using that as a mean to improve her physique, she would instead user her expertise in magic to “punish” those who mocked any aspect of being an overweight girl, and without knowing, Harold was about to become another victim of hers. This time around, the punishment would be a significantly harsher, as the words had been spoken by a man who wasn’t in the greatest shape either, and if he was saying these things without anyone near him, she knew that he must be way worse if he was in front of a 250-pound woman like herself, so, using that as a justification for her abuse of magic, she would conjure a spell that would almost immediately affect the young male.
Harold was about to step into the line to the register when he suddenly changed his mind. He stood there for a few seconds, with him swearing he had forgotten something, even though he had everything he had planned to purchase in his arm, there was something within his mind that was telling him the opposite. While standing there, he didn’t notice at all the fact that his body was starting to become larger, and the growth wasn’t so subtle to say the least.
The shirt he was wearing went from a little big for him to fitting quite tight against his skin, not to mention the fact that a fat belly and some manboobs would become very noticeable because of this. His jeans were starting to get tighter and tighter around his hips, with him just casually adjusting his belt, not realizing the alarming increase in fat he was experiencing throughout his whole frame.
After a bit of thinking, he would start walking back where he made that mean comment and stood there looking at the sizeable bra and pair of panties, for some reason thinking it would fit him perfectly, even thinking that the pieces of clothing were very cute and absolutely something he’d wear despite the earlier comment he made. His body would start filling up with more and more fat during all this, with his fatter arms reaching out to grab the underwear. Aside from his hands and their fingers growing thicker with juicy fat, he wouldn’t make a fuss about the fact that he had red nail polish on his nails, which were a lot longer as well.
Harold would start to wonder why his clothes felt so tight, staring down, he saw his massive gut and another two lumps of soft flesh resting atop of it, but they didn’t look like maboobs anymore, instead, they looked a lot more like real female breasts, with the fact that his nipples had grown larger and more sensitive was also evidence of that. He just watched his body inflate like a water balloon as if it was something normal, seemingly not caring about the fact that he was just about to become equally as fat as the lady that placed this spell on him.
His appearance would only grow more feminine, from his face becoming a lot softer, with no facial hair in sight and a bit of makeup being applied to it, to the distribution of fat seemingly focusing on his ass, tits and belly. His hair was starting to increase in length, gaining a pastel pink color to it as it flowed down his obese frame while the rest of the hair around his body would disappear, making every part of his body incredibly smooth and soft to the touch.
The fattening half-man half-woman would waddle his way towards the changing room, struggling a bit not just from the massive weight, but also the uncomfortable feeling of his clothes practically being skintight, with his shirt exposing part of his huge tum and a ton of cleavage from his fat tits being exposed. That was pretty bad, but nothing would compare to how uncomfortable his jeans felt, as they had begun tearing apart, not being able to handle his enormous dump-truck of an ass, his hips that had almost quadrupled in width and his thighs which thickness could only be compared to that of a tree’s trunk.
The woman that caused all this was still there and would simply smile while looking at Harold struggle to walk, lightly giggling in an attempt to contain laughter. Her little dose of revenge would end once the woman-like 300-pound man entered the changing room. Harold would remove his shirt, which was quite easy all things considered, revealing her fat belly and sizeable boobs, but his jeans, once again proved to be hurdling, and that point, it was already tearing apart, so he simply helped in accelerating that process, feeling great relief at his juicy butt cheeks were finally able to breathe.
Harold would look at himself in the mirror, seeing his overweight yet obviously feminine frame he now possessed. Upon lifting up his large hanging belly for a moment, it would be revealed that he was no longer a man, as no cock or balls seemed to be present. Even if you took your time to inspect further, in between all that fat, there was nothing left of her manhood, the only thing you would find was a pussy as fat as the woman who sported it.
Despite her being a woman now, she very casually proceeded with slipping in the panties, struggling a lot in the process. After that, she would have a slightly easier time strapping on the bra, despite never doing so ever before, let alone with such a restricting body shape. At first she was smiling at the fact that it fit perfectly on her, but that would quickly dwindle away as an internal explosion of fat would cause a ton of weight to be added to her body, and now, the lingerie fit way too tight for her, with her becoming pissed after the strap on her bra had snapped. “Ugh… Stupid fucking store can’t make clothes for large beauties like me. Why is it so damn hard to find clothes that fit me? I’m just about 350 pounds or so, I’ve seen bitches way bigger than me. Ugh, whatever…”.
Harold, or rather, Haley, as she now remembered herself as, would angrily waddle out of the changing room while wearing the underwear that didn’t fit her one bit. “Excuse me ma’am, please get me something that can fit me, I’m sick of trying out so many outfits that don’t fit my beautiful body”. “Uhhm, sure ma’am, I’ll try to get you something” a slim woman nearby would reply to her, seemingly a bit nervous as she thought it was impossible to find anything bigger. “Much appreciated” Haley remarked as she waited for her to come back.
While waiting, she would stumble upon the woman who caused all of these struggles, but she didn’t say a single word about what she had done, instead, simply commenting about the fact that it was impossible to find anything that could fit either of them before the sound of a guy talking would interrupt them, hearing a mean comment about how ugly the two of them were after briefly glancing at them. “Hey, want to see that asshole know how it feels like to be this big?”. “Hmmm, don’t know how you would do such a thing, but he certainly needs a lesson about respecting our big beautiful bodies”. “Leave it up to me then” the woman commented as she was about to abuse her magic once again…
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