“Holy shit, where did this come from?” I said as I shook my belly, amazed that I could see so much of it even past my tits.
“Am I…fat?” I said, poking at my cheeks, thighs, arms. All of them were much squishier than I remembered.
“I am!” I said and got up to walk to the fridge, feeling every inch of my body jiggle and shake. I got some ice cream out of the freezer and started stuffing my face as I thought about how this happened to me. Yesterday I was slim and petite: how could this happen in one day?
“It musta been that lady I mocked at the mall the other day…” I said between bites. “I bet she was a witch or something.” I felt like I should be horrified at the new me, but for some reason all I could think about was stuffing my face with more food. I felt like I wanted to get bigger, which both scared and intrigued me.
Suddenly I heard something rip, and felt my ass wobble a bit more. I reached down, and pulled my ripped panties out from beneath my hanging belly. I just shrugged and threw it in the trash. My belly covered my pussy, so did I really need panties anyway? A few moments later I struggled to remove my tight shirt, and ended up just ripping that off too. I needed more room than it would provide, after all…