Changing Room

xenoxephyr:

This was a fun one to write! A little perspective change.

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     You walk into the spacious brightly
lit stall, closing the slatted door behind you. From the wall opposite you, you
greet yourself, the image in a shiny full length mirror. You set the swim suit
down on the bench next to you, tag still hanging out, revealing a price far
higher than many would consider reasonable. You stare at your reflection in the
mirror, after all, how could you not? How could anyone not? You stare into the
brilliant green eyes looking back at you from the glass, both set into a perfectly
symmetrical face built of strong cheekbones and a well-defined jaw. Your
closely cropped blonde hair sits beneath a backwards cap, the finishing touch
on the pinnacle of beauty that is your own face.

     You release the button on the size
32 shorts that you’re wearing and drop them down to your ankles, revealing a
pair of red and white checked trunks. You don’t really care much about the
pattern, but the girls you’ve banged recently seem to like them, so all the
better, right? You pick up the swim suit and slip it on over legs, pulling it
up around your waist. An ordinary person would have just stopped at that, but
you’re far from ordinary, aren’t you? You lift up on the shoulders of your
muscle-fit t-shirt and pull it off. You watch yourself in the mirror as your
hand runs over your tight abdominal muscles. You look lower to see that the
suit accentuates your Adonis belt perfectly. Your whole body seems to glow, but
a good spray tan will do that. Your hands almost move of their own will up to
caress your solid pecs, each adorned with a bee sting of a nipple. You can’t
help yourself but put your arms out and flex, watching the definition of your
shoulders and biceps bulge outward.

     A few moments pass with you staring
into the mirror, banal pop music drifting through the air like the perfume that
the store sprays from the ceiling, before you finally decide that it might be
time to go buy the suit. After all, it looks great, doesn’t? What doesn’t look
great on you though, right? You’re gonna get all the pussy you could want this
summer. Your hands reach for the tee that you were wearing, but all they come
into contact with is the cool plastic of the bench. You look over to see that
it’s not actually there anymore. Your shorts seem to have just disappeared as
well. You just stare, puzzled, trying to fathom where they could have gone.
Something catches your eye off to the side of the room. Piled over in the
corner is an amorphous pile of dark fabric. You pick it up. At first it seems
like it must be a blanket, but you realize that it’s actually a shirt. You didn’t
even know that this store made clothes that big, and to be honest you’re pretty
disgusted by it. Lying next them is an equally massive pair of shorts. You
decide that it would be a good idea to go get an employee to see if somehow
your clothes got misplaced. You go to grab the handle on the door, but your
hands just graze against wood. There isn’t a knob there to turn. The door is
just closed, without a means to open it.

     You turn around, trying to think of
what to do. Your eyes meet the man in the mirror again, but something seems
off. The mirror’s surface seems less shiny, if that’s possible. And everything
seems distorted in some way. You look at your flawlessly, tan skin as it starts
to itch. Your eyes widen as a thin red mark forms just to the right of your
navel. You can’t help but watch as it snakes it way up and over the mounds of
your abs. It looks as though your skin has just split. Horrified, you watch as
more marks just like the first appear on your flat middle. A few appear on your
sides and under your arms as well. You want to look away, but you just…can’t.
As you watch one finish digging its way from your armpit to you pec, you notice
that your nipples look larger. And indeed, you watch as they puff up just a
bit, the areolas spreading out over your pecs, stretching out and growing
larger and larger. You think it must be a dream, but something tells you that
it’s all too real.

        Whether
it’s from fear or from some new change, you feel yourself begging to sweat. It
even feels harder to stand there in place. You feel so weak, like all of those
hours in the gym are suddenly gone. Your body just feels so heavy. You’ve been
so busy concerning yourself with your now-huge nipples that you didn’t notice
as your abs slowing drowned in a sudden rush of fat onto your middle. It’s so
foreign to you that you can barely comprehend what it is. You feel your own
skin yield against our fingers as you press against it. Fear grips you. Skin
blemishes you could handle, but getting fat?! You watch as your belly
progresses from flat, to rounded, to a full-on pot belly. The tight waistband
of the swim trunks cuts into your sides as you watch the lower portion of your
belly begin to grow faster than the top, slowly lopping over the knot on the
front of your trunks. Your sides are pressing against the fabric too as love
handles form to your left and to your right. Somehow, you make the connection
that the lines covering your body now are actually stretch marks, though they
seem to have formed prior to the actual stretching. None of them even appear to
be tight yet, meaning this is far from over.

         Panic
fills your stomach as your stomach fills out with even more weight. You bang on
the stall door, but all that does is send waves through your new, heavy gut. You
can feel the ripples spreading up from your ponderous middle to your pecs
which, once pronounced with muscle, are now beginning to fill out with blubber.
They begin to puff out, growing to match the massively overstretched nipples
that you’ve already developed. It’s a foreign feeling for you to feel your
chest rubbing against the top of your belly, but as your huge tits sag lower
and lower, it’s quickly becoming impossible to avoid. Your mind fights to
accept that this is even really happening. You lament the fact that no girl is
ever going to want you like this. That thought is accompanied by the sound of
strained fabric crying out in pain as the trunks  and you underwear split, destroyed by your
ass, which has gone from firm to fat to cellulitic in a matter of moments. You
turn to see it, huge and bulbous, shaking from the movement of you rotating
your weighty body. From this angle, you can see that your legs have not been
spared from the fattening. Your calves bulge out, growing larger in circumference
until they surpass the girth of your thighs, giving you an almost comical
shape. It isn’t long before you feel the skin on your thighs bulging outwards
as they too, expand. You let out a yelp as you feel your underwear riding up
your billowing thighs, the last remaining fabric pinching your genitals. Relief
comes as your thighs finally burst the last shreds of the trunks and your
underwear.

         As they
fall to the ground, you look up into the mirror at your massive, naked body.
You have no concept of how much you must weigh, since you’ve never been a pound
over 170 your entire life. Now, though, your body is spreading out more and
more. Your breathing has gotten heavier as you’ve grown and with each heaving
breath, and because of the pounds added each breath, it never looks like you
fully exhale. Your eyes drift down below the curve of your belly, searching for
your cock. You always were proud of it, weren’t you? You struggle to see any of
your 8 inches. Your thighs, now rubbing together, push your balls out, engulfing
the lower portion of your cock, while the rest is being sucked into a massive
fat pad forming below your gut. You watch in horror as it slowly fades from
view as you belly sags lower and lower. You can still feel it getting swallowed
up as your pubic fat grows around it. You can’t believe this. How are you ever
going to get off again? This question nags on as you feel the curves of your
gut finally slapping against your legs. You’re beginning to look like a pile of
rising dough. The only thing that remains untouched by the encroaching lard is
your chiseled face, the backward cap still resting snugly on top.

          You
continue to mourn the loss of the use of your penis for your own pleasure, when
an odd feeling starts within you. It’s a dull itch that gradually grows into a
slight yearning. You suddenly realize that it’s been forever since someone gave
your ass a good pounding. Wait, what? You don’t like men do you? You can’t seem
to remember. You’ve always enjoyed getting fucked in the ass haven’t you? Or
for that matter, fucked in your fat rolls. That’s right, you remember, you’ve
always been huge so it just works out really well that you like getting fucked
so much! You could probably go for a good fuck right now!

         You
look at the pile of lard in the mirror, now easily nearing the size of a 600
pound man. A rumbling in your stomach suddenly sends a wave through your
digestive system, and a massive belch blasts from your mouth. As it does, you
can see your cheeks puff outward, fat obscuring your prominent jawline and
cheekbones. A faint hint of stubble forms on your smooth complexion. Another
burp flies out, adding another ring of fat around your neck and a thick
covering of facial hair. This continues until your face is unrecognizable
beneath a deep golden beard and an even deeper layer of flab. Your beard
tickles your chest as your neck fat rubs against it. Another rumble from your
stomach, and, this time, almost proudly, you blast out a massive fart, feeling
your massive as vibrate as you watch it expand, spreading to the edges of the
full length mirror in front of you. One more blast from your rear, and your
whole body expands, overfilling the mirror. You can’t see the lateral curves of
your love handles any longer as they lop off to either side. Your belly hangs
down almost to your knees, covering your thighs which spread out almost as wide
as your love handles. Your huge moobs hang like heavy saddle bags from your
shoulders, encircling your chest in blubber. They’re so big that they force
your fat-laden arms up from their usual perpendicular. You trace the multitude
of stretch marks with your sausage fingers, chills running over your massive
body. You feel a swell of pride in your size. . You stare at your reflection in
the mirror, after all, how could you not? How could anyone not?  

         Slowly,
you lean over, your fat bunching up around itself, and grab your clothes. You
pull on your 10X t-shirt and your 80’ waist shorts. Turning around in the tiny
stall, you grab the door handle and pull it open. Your sides graze the
doorframe as you waddle out, eager to go out and find yourself a hot chaser.