WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Reality Altering Weight Gain
WORDS: 3000
Motivated by her paranoia of thinking everyone is making fun of her weight, Asia the goth girl unleashes a curse that alters reality to make people see what it's like to live on the larger side.
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On the outside, most people who glanced at Asia just took her as a typical goth woman with a bit of a shyness problem. Adding to this oversimplification was the purple-dyed hair and black leather top she seemed to wear every day. A set of black and white, striped leggings led down to a pair of intimidating boots that clacked with each step. With a pleated, purple skirt completing the ensemble, most others would consider it a striking appearance. Unfortunately for her, the good-looking outfit wasn’t enough to make her ignore one of her biggest insecurities.
With each step she took down the street, Asia had to keep pulling down her skirt to ensure the set of blue and white striped panties around her chunky rear remained covered up. The haggard waddle of her thick legs worked alongside the chub hanging around her arms to make her wish she was back in the privacy of her dorm room. Despite most people going about their own business, she was convinced that they were all staring at her lackluster, sagging bosom. With her fingers clutching at her doughy belly, she chewed on her lips as she thought to herself that her self-hate wouldn’t have to plague her for much longer.
Finding a secluded portion of the university’s square, Asia reached into her bag to search through her books. Amidst the various texts for mythology and science, she eventually grasped a tome that looked out of place with the blue pentagram printed on the cover. Ensuring the ancient pages were carefully handled, she thumbed through in search of something specific. While the old book claimed to hold a number of different spells, one incantation had caught her eye in particular. Upon turning to the right page, the normally reserved woman couldn’t stop a wicked giggle from leaving her lips.
As eager as Asia was to try out the little trick she had learned, she wanted to make her first attempt count. Peeking her head out around the corner, she spotted her target almost immediately. Though the goth girl never got her name, the woman stood out with her long, blonde hair and trim body clad in bright pink clothes. The fashion student was too preoccupied talking with her friends to pay much attention to Asia. In fact, any worries the goth had about the blonde making insults at her weight were all fabricated in her mind. That didn’t stop Asia from pulling out her book and tracing her finger along the incantation.
Keeping her eyes focused on the blonde woman, Asia began to recite the words. As she spoke, she watched as her target grabbed at her head and stumbled on her feet. Just as she was about to tumble, her friends rushed over to catch her. While the group’s presence did obscure what exactly was happening, it all dispersed in an instant as the curse finally took its toll.
The blonde woman known as Hilda pushed her friends back as her body began to shake. At first, the sight of her trim form being ruined by a flabby belly produced the expected scream of terror. Likewise, the increased heft of her butt and breasts sent the rest of her group into a panic from rapid weight gain. As the women beheld the cheerleader’s fattening form, they all tried to come up with a solution for the sudden change. However, that became a distant concern once the rest of the spell took effect.
In an instant, Hilda’s fearful eyes calmed down along with the rest of her body. Peeking down, a single blink was enough to cover up the replacement of her stretched out cheerleading uniform for a tight-fit dress that purposefully showed off her various fat folds. Rather than feel ashamed of her obese, 600-pound figure, she instead purposefully shook around her heft. In turn, her friends were more than happy to applaud the display while calling out various compliments. That was to be expected for what was a former cheerleader, turned plus-sized model thanks to Asia’s reality altering curse.
Treating herself to a quiet, witch-like cackle, the goth left Hilda to pass along fattening tips to her friends while she sought another target. Slipping around some of the buildings, she found her victim in a matter of seconds. Her first clue had been the numerous shout outs and fist bumps that the young man had garnered as he walked. The second was the tight shirt and gyms shorts adorning the young man with short, brown hair. Though Asia typically had trouble with the names of her fellow classmen, even she was able to identify him as Bronson, the ace runner from their track team.
Unlike most of the university who loved the upbeat jock, Asia had a particularly nasty opinion of him. As she began the curse’s chant, her mind focused on the fateful day when the jock had knocked her down. When she had recovered from the fall and started picking up her books, she took the way he completely ignored her as a sign that he was bullying her. Rather than think harder to recall the focused vision in his eyes and the ear pods pumping loud, J-pop in his ears, she instead found it much more satisfying to let the spell shoot towards him.
The magic made its mark as it impacted Bronson’s toned rear to turn it into a swollen, bubble butt. As his ass continued to expand, his legs took on similar heft to give him a much more bottom-heavy appearance. From the back, Asia watched as his shirt ripped apart to allow his gut to show off its staggering growth. Though she expected his transformation to stop there, she felt that something was off in the way she watched his bosom swell.
As Bronson swiveled himself around, the torn remnants of his clothes were replaced with a tight, pink and blue swimsuit. The new attire was similar to Hilda’s dress in the way it showed off his heft but had the added bonus of emphasizing the curviness of his bosom. Further puzzled by his elongated, pink-dyed hair, Asia was given a clue in the form of the necklace around his thick neck.
Fixing up the pride flag to ensure that it was secure, Brosnia waved a friendly, pudgy hello to Asia. While her former identity had already been optimistic, there had apparently been something she had been holding back. Slipping into her new role as the captain of the university’s women’s swimming team, she took a moment to slip the bulge between her legs back into place. Satisfied with her appearance for the moment, she waved around her hair before continuing to run off towards the pool for her practice session.
Left a little awestruck by the unusual result, Asia was forced to pause and rethink her plan. As she began to consider that perhaps altering other people’s bodies without their permission may be wrong, she was brought back to her senses by loud yelling. Poking her head out once more, resumed her wicked grin as she spotted her next target.
Dean Rugen was as strict as they came, exemplified with how he was currently preoccupied with scolding the length of a woman’s skirt. The balding, middle-aged man always had a permanent scowl that left little room for him to show any leniency. With his near skeleton-like figure swallowed up by her brown suit, one would be mistaken for thinking he would be pushed to the ground with a simple breeze. Despite this, he had made it painfully clear his opinion on people of the larger persuasion.
Without even thinking, Asia began to recite the spell. For both her and all of the fat students on campus, she managed to muster the strength to give the dean proper payback for his constant downsizing of the campus menu. Re-allocating the university’s food budget to making yet another statue of the school’s founder. Worst of all, constantly harassing people that weren’t what he considered the epitome of the standard beauty standard. Summoning forth the first, realistic vitriol for a victim, Asia let the curse wreak havoc on his body.
The formerly loose suit became taut as Dean Rugen was enshrouded by hundreds of pounds of fat. Still not done showing him the error of his ways, the spell used his burgeoning man boobs to leave his shirt completely torn down the center. More attention was cast towards his fully exposed belly by the sound of his pants being torn about by his double-wide rear. Forced to be the focal point for the entire campus, the Dean merely stood there, his nervous shudders sending jiggles through his flabby form.
Just like the other victims, the Dean became much calmer once his clothes began to reform themselves. Despite the larger blazer and pants, the shirt beneath was left torn to show off his heft. The exposed flesh was covered in a myriad of leftover crumbs and sauces that had been accrued during his many trips to the dining hall. Sucking his plump fingers free of leftover sauce, he seemed to be lost in a strange ecstasy. Even for someone like Asia who had trouble with social cues, even she could see how the rotund gentleman showed off a version of himself that no longer held back his desires for fatty indulgence.
Turning away from the sight of Dean Rugen waddling towards the now well-funded cooking class building, Asia cackled to herself as she proudly strode away. Tightly clutching the book within her hands, she felt a sense of power unlike anything she had experienced before. The world that used to treat her so badly, at least in her opinion, would soon bend its knees to her spells. If she wanted to, she could rule over countless others as an all-powerful witch.
Before Asia could go into another session of world domination-fueled cackling, she was stopped by the sight of one of the few people she didn’t hate. Edgar was a skinny, preppy boy who had shared a few classes with her. Despite their differing tastes and outlooks on life, the goth girl had developed a small crush on him. That made her next step obvious as he stepped forward to greet her. Urged on by this new sense of pride, she opened her mouth with the intention of inviting him out on a date.
Rather than a series of awkwardly strung together words, what left Asia’s mouth was the familiar tune of the curse she had been inflicting on others all afternoon. Unable to stop herself in time, she watched as Edgar’s body began to shudder. Before her very eyes, she watched him go through the same fattening process as her victims. Popping apart his polo shirt and slacks in the process, the initial fear he had on his chubby face was inevitably replaced with calm serenity as his reality was overwritten.
Slightly horrified that she had turned her crush into an obese man in a particularly tight dancer’s outfit, Asia made a mad dash around the corner. Stopping to catch her breath, she attempted to make sense of what was happening. While the obvious answer was the curse, she didn’t recall her book every claiming that it would activate on its own. All it said is that it had the ability to bend reality to fit the caster’s preferences.
Desperately needing assistance, Asia’s first thought was to dial up one of the few friends she had. When her fellow goth Sully answered on the other line, she didn’t think twice about trying to explain the situation. However, before she could try to force out a lie that saved her from any responsibility for her actions, the chant came out once more. Though she couldn’t see what was happening, she certainly heard the sounds of clothes being torn apart and a chair being crushed beneath a massive weight. Mere moments later, she heard a more masculine and husky voice ask if she was still coming to the club that night.
Hanging up the phone, Asia began to shuffle through the university with the hopes of hiding away in her room until things blew over. Her plan came crumbling down once she ran into a group of girls. What was meant to be an apology turned into yet another wayward cast that soon had the trio of women clogging up the pathway with their girth.
Making a quick turn, the out-of-control spellcaster made the unwise decision to run towards the central gathering area. Left out of breath from the sudden sprint, she was forced to bend down to let out a series of wheezes. Before, she would have been horrified to have so many people surrounding her. Though they were all just making sure that she was alright, their interest left them vulnerable to the unintended words that slipped out from between her heavy breaths.
By the time Asia managed to pick herself back up, the crowd had doubled in size all while keeping the same amount of people. Not a single member of the gathering was under 500 pounds, with each of them looking as cheerful as ever in their new forms. Regardless of how drastic their change in size, lifestyle, and even gender, all of them seemed content with their new reality. Everyone, save for Asia who didn’t know how far her curse would spread.
Clamping her lips closed, the goth girl sought out somewhere far beyond the reach of other people’s ears. Her search brought her to the communications building which had boasted repeatedly about the soundproof rooms they had burned tuition money on. Waddling inside and converting a few students at the door in the process, she frantically searched for her sanctuary.
Finally locating one of the soundproof rooms, Asia locked the door behind her and took a seat. Lounging in the chair despite its protests against her body, she tried to let out an exhale of relief. Even as the breath came out in the form of the chant once more, she was relieved that at least it wasn’t hurting anyone. Leaning back with her eyes staring up at the ceiling, she willingly let the spell come out in the hopes that she could perhaps get it all out of her system before seeking out a way to reverse her mistake.
Asia’s moment of peace ended abruptly as she heard a crackling noise. Tilting her head forward, she finally took a look at the table she had sat at. In front of her was a microphone with a bright red light on. Upon seeing the sign above with the words LIVE lit up, she looked down at her pudgy mitt to see it resting on the broadcast button. Though she yanked away her fingers as fast as possible, she could already hear her string of chants being repeated over the radio nearby.
“S-surely not too many people heard it,” Asia said to herself. “Who listens to the radio anyway?”
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Most of the students and faculty had been drawn towards the university center by a breezy day with few clouds in the sky. Some of the more athletic, obese people used this opportunity to show off their bulk through games of frisbee golf and other sports. However, more of the blubber-laden population was content feeding on food from their baskets while reveling in their company. While most of them enjoyed the benefits of their larger selves, the same sense of elation couldn’t be felt by the one responsible for it all.
Having been booted out of her usual lurking spot by a woman twice her height and width, Asia had been forced to take shelter beneath a shady tree. Staring out at the people waddling by, she still wondered just how far her chant had spread across the globe. She began to ponder when the day would come when there wasn’t a single person who hadn’t heard the curse on loop. No matter how hard she searched online, there didn’t seem to be a way to fix the issue either. The only person she could count on for help was currently busy with his harem of fatty lovers that found newfound joy in smashing their flesh together.
Wincing at the recollection of the lines of erotic text she had received from said friend asking if she wanted to join him, Asia nearly missed a pudgy hand tapping her on the shoulder. Turning her thick neck to the side, she was met by Edgar’s chubby cheeks. Carefully leaning down to avoid bursting apart his clothes again, he offered an invitation to guide her to the cafeteria. Even if it was under the guise of fattening up her “scrawny” body, the goth girl relented in taking his hand. Following the slow gait of her fattened-up boyfriend, she relented in telling herself she could worry about fixing the problem another day.