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A Scaled Wish

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This story has effects of figure swapping of the female variety, with a heavy price. Simple, if you don’t like, don’t read. Enjoy and have a good day. ^^



The loud bustling commute of people traversed the reflective linoleum floors.  Conversations in and out of character seemed cluttered as voices spoke, tones getting louder all in an effort to outdo one another.  This was the common case at the Cherry Creek Mall.  Through all the commotion and consumers, it was a single individual who caught the eye of lady luck.


“Damn it’s crowded today.”  Isis looked around frustrated, sliding past the clusters of people atop her pair of blue converse shoes.

The short 5’3” Latina drove through the crowded sections, her body fluent and nimble as she squeezed through.  It was what followed her constantly that became an issue, though not in a bad way.

“Geesh, could these people be any closer together?”  Isis managed to break through a wall of consumers, finally stopping to look around.  However her lower half seemed stuck in a gyrating motion.  “It’s such a tight fit.”  

Her prominent rear bouncing up and down, the full jiggling orbs seemed to have a mind of their own.  The black, high waist stretch pants contoured her tone legs and then the drastic change to the outstretched bubble butt nearly 5” behind the rest of her.  A tone body and trim waistline, all shielded by the soft fabric that reached just above her belly button.

“There are so many people here today, I don’t think there is a single person I haven’t collided with.”  Laughing  loudly, Isis looked back towards her ample booty.  A gentle twitch sent it in motion, a wide smile upon her face.

Adjusting herself as she stood still, her short sleeved blue buttoned blouse seemed suffocating.  Dainty fingers raised, they unlatched one of the shirts four buttons.  Slight cleavage now revealed, she fanned herself gently.  Chest rising with each breath, the perky B-cup breasts resided within a black sports bra.

“It is way too hot inside here.”  Still trying to cool herself off, she shifted her rears weight from side to side.  It jostling about like cool Jell-O,  the subtle pop of her shifting rear garnering well welcomed glances.  Isis quickly caught scent of a fine familiar smell.

“Hmm, that smells so good.”  Knowing the food court was nearby, Isis’ plans for the day quickly changed.  “I think a little detour is in order.  I’ll shop after I get my snack.”  Smiling wide, she swayed her hips towards the aroma.

Purposely performing an exaggerated sway from side to side, her buoyant rear acting wildly behind her.  She couldn’t help from knocking into nearby patrons of the mall, more importantly it was on purpose too.  The thrill garnered from her little game fit her personality perfectly, wanting nothing more than a good time.

“Hmm, I love the contact.”  Isis’ mood was as high as could be, a grin on her face as she daintily bit her lip.  “It feels so good when it’s thrown about in all directions.”  A gentle skip sending her booting bouncing prominently into the air.

Entering the main hall within the food court, the noise heightened from the patrons within.  The skylight illuminated the people below with the distant sun, their shadows near nonexistent from its angle of descent.  Not a single line open, an easy five minute wait was the least you could hope for as it was a quarter past noon.  Leaning to the side with knuckles on her full hips, Isis smiled when she found a way to hopefully kill off some time.

“Might as well check my weight.”  Isis bounced her way towards the restrooms.  A pair of scales located nearby around the corner.  “I have to know how much I can indulge in today.”  A sly grin on her face, licking her lips in anticipation.

Stepping on the scale, Isis breathed a deep breath. Her gentle bust rising as her eyes peered down at the electronic screen.  The digits changing, jumping about onscreen, it wasn’t long until they made there choice.  A sigh of relief exhaled as Isis shifted her stature.

“Hmm, 121 lbs?”  Isis brought her palms atop her ample rear, clutching it firmly.  “Guess I put on a few pounds.”  Giggling to herself , she released her grip, allowing her proud asset to bounce and jostle grandly behind her.  “Good thing it went to the right places.”  

Unknown to Isis,  another individual was taking in the scene at hand.  A restrained cough echoed from a short distance behind her.  Gaze brought up off her bubbly rear, Isis looked into the watchful eyes of a young woman.

“Oh, um yes?”  Blushing from the encounter, Isis didn’t have a clue what to do or say.

“You sure are a vibrant one.”  A friendly smile dealt in Isis’ direction.  “Mind if I join you?”

“Join me?”  Isis was extremely confused, standing atop the scale still.  A blank stare on her face, she just nodded in approval, hands now resting upon her full hips.

“Thanks, I’m Heather.”  The curly haired brunette slowly stepped onto the adjacent scale.  “I never liked weighing myself alone, it’s always discouraging.”  Smiling towards Isis, a jolting laugh as she eagerly awaited her digital result.

Smiling in return, Isis began to inspect the woman beside her.  Eyes growing wide as if bewitched,  her jaw dropping in turn as it became apparent how immense this woman was in comparison.  The faint sounds of the creaking scale echoed beside her, it was in a state of pain from the overweight mass resting upon it.

“I have to admit, you have one of the nicest rears I ever saw.”  Heather bit her lip slightly, in suspense of the scales result.  “What’s your name?”

“Thanks!”  Isis stuttered slightly, taken back by Heather’s friendliness.  “It’s Isis by the way.”  Still unable to avert to gaze,  Isis stared at the heavy figure standing beside her.

A figure competing with itself for any small piece of manageable space, there wasn’t a section of Heather’s body not devoid of extra mass.  A round puffy face fitted with hazel almond shaped eyes, the full cheeks pressed outwards heavily.  Her robust neckline, fitted with a second and third chin, rested upon thick shoulders that bore a tightly stained  white tank top.  With a pair of heavily sagging DD-cup breasts constrained within, the protruding spheres rested upon an impressive and pressing stomach.  Into and around the pole of the scale, the uncovered portion of her double belly hung freely below.  Heaving love handles led to apparent stretch marks atop the cellulite ridden skin, it’s dimpled craters spread throughout.  It’s lower half held forward from an over tightened pair of black yoga pants, the covered paunch blocking sight to her own thickened thighs.  Heathers massive limbs rolled over one another in layers, as folds were tucked into one another in order to stabilize her obese figure.  Still, Heathers overwhelming rear took over Isis’ gaze.  The bulbous mounds of cellulite flesh created a pair of cratered spheres reaching nearly a foot behind her.  In all, her outfit was on the brink of destruction as it strangled the heavy form within.  

“You’re a lucky one.”  Heather was in awe as she gazed over the woman next to her along with her scales reading.  “A fantastic body and 121 lbs.”  A friendly smile upon her heavy face, clearly envious yet proud of Isis’ body.

“Well thank you.”  Isis blushed faintly, returning the friendly demeanor.  “So how much do you weigh?”  A quizzical expression on her face, browsing Heather’s frame from top to bottom.

“My weight?  Heather began laughing, her immense form sent into a fit of gyration as her figure quaked upon the scale.  Her grand waistline pressing heavily against the scales stand.  “I forgot that’s what I was doing.”

Heather brought her gaze downwards, her jostling chins tucking into one another as she leaned forwards.  Bringing her left arm across her chest, it’s fat rolled up into its own heaving wobbly mass, she removed her heavy bust away from the digital screen.

“I’m up to 462lbs.”  Heather sadly sighed at her remark.  “It seems I put on another 4lbs this past week again.”

“Again?”  Isis stood on her scale, shocked beyond belief.  “You really gain that quickly?”

“Yep.”  Heather’s attitude quickly perked up, she couldn’t help but stare at Isis’ scales digital reading and thoughts began filling her head.  “We sure are complete opposites.  You a petite 121lbs and myself an abundant 462lbs.”  A gentle sad look contoured her features as she spoke aloud.

“Heather?  Why don’t we switch spots before we clear the scales?”  Isis thought this idea might encourage her new acquaintance to help her lose some weight.  “You like looking at my number so much, it might give you a goal if you saw it in front of you.”

Giving a warm friendly smile towards Heather, Isis slowly backed off her scale without resetting it.  Her bubbly rear bouncing as it swayed behind her from side to side.  Not saying a word, Heather followed suit.  Her heaving girth letting go of the scale as it jiggled vibrantly across her midsection.  She slowly waddled her figure towards Isis’ scale, their bodies colliding in the process.  The collision sent a dramatic rippling across Heather’s entire frame while Isis was nearly knocked over.  Breaking the silence, their laughter filled the area from the jostling contact.  All before they each stood on the others scale.

“Easy now Heather, I might knock you over if we collide again.”  Isis couldn’t help but smile and chuckle at her joke.  “I mean it does say I’m 462lbs on this scale.”

“Oh I’m sorry, being such the thin thing I am at a waif 121 lbs.”  Heather pressed her heavy palms into her meaty love handles.  A seductive shimmy in Isis’ direction, her soft rolls wavering within her outfit.  “I do impress a lot with my thin physique.”

Heather and Isis were indeed enjoying the moment.   As their laughter subsided, both woman truly began to contemplate what it would be like if those were their true weights.

“I really do wonder what it would be like though?”  Heather caressed her soft cumbersome frame, not a part of her had ever been firm and fit.  

“Well, my outfit would be extra tight.”  Isis smiled, trying to lighten the mood again.  

“You’re right there, nothing would be left to the imagination..”   Heather smiled at the though, her wondering eyes glued to the scales digital reading.  “I truly wish this was my perspective though.”

An almost faint chill fell quickly through the air.  Isis and Heather both shuddered as the cool briskness wrapped around them, eyes shut in the process.  The swirling air caressed their bodies from head to toe, assets and rolls jostling faintly.  Their lives and memories slightly changing, congruent to their own befitting appearance.

“Seriously take a look how tight it is?”  Isis attempted to adjust her top, though all she managed was to pull the straining buttons farther apart, splitting off another.  Her heaving chest pushed outwards as her full fleshy breasts tried to escape.  “These girls are always ripping my tops.”  The heavy cantaloupe sized mounds lurched outwards.  Barely covered, the tightness of her bra keeping them from sagging downwards.

Their Isis stood, her hefty figure fighting for air as her tight outfit was grasping her fleshy rolls at every angle possible.  Thighs thick and round seemed bound to one another as they pressed together heavily, nearly a foot circumference a piece.  Dimpled with cellulite, the tight pants only emphasized her fat as they buckled onto her fat calves that wedged themselves into the blue converse shoes below.  Still grasping at her navel, the indented waistband cut deeply into her cellulite ridden skin holding the massive paunch in check.  A heaving belly roll, un-submissive of it’s constraints, jostled wildly above while her double belly was clearly outlined within.  If it wasn’t for the width of her meaty thighs and wide hips, the protruding mass of flesh would have clearly covered all of her thighs as the rounded flesh pooled before her knees within her pants.  It thrived and jiggled lively with any limited motion or breath, nearly two feet in front of the rest of her.  

“It is really tight.”  Heather gazed upon the obese Latina beside her.  “I am truly amazed you’d even wear an outfit like that.”  Bringing a thin dainty hand to her face, the other now on slender hips.

“I do have to show my best feature.”  Isis sent a twitching smile that sent her chins quivering.  “This body isn’t made in day.”

Heather brought her gaze upon Isis’ backside.  The svelte, slender woman stood shocked as a dainty hand was placed upon her own ample C-cup bust.  The escaping love handles the Latina bore hung down as they rested atop the massive shelf of fat that had to be her rear.  The bulbous spheres were like over pumped beach balls with the inability to stay still.  Practically reaching two feet behind her, the slightest of movements sent them into a trembling rage.  The tight pants so thin from the strained girth, her indented panties gave a considerable distinction of what was impossible to cover of her dimpled booty.

“I really do need to buy something new.”  Isis tried to adjust her outfit.  Her plump stubby fingers running along the near splitting seams as she tried bending over.  Her rolls compacting against one another as she tried to reach around her overweight frame.  “I’m practically bulging out of this one.”

“Well if I gain another 4 lbs again like last week, it wouldn’t be long before I was overweight too.”  Heather patted her minute stomach, trying to imagine what it would be like.  “These yoga pants wouldn’t be able to contain my ass either.”
 
“Well, maybe take it easy on the sweets a bit Heather.”  Isis began caressing her rounded midsection, it rumbling and rippling softly from her hunger.  “I do need about five meals a day to survive.”

“Thanks for the advice, it’s been nice talking with you.”  Heather smiled as she stepped backwards off the scale.  “I do really have to get going, hopefully I’ll see you around sometime.”

A farewell image of a fleeting silhouette, Heather quickly dispersed within the crowd of patrons leaving the food court.  A dainty wave as she glided away on her thin tone legs, the svelte woman was quick and nimble, as if she had always been.

“She was really nice.”  A tried smile hidden within portly features.  Heavy breaths lingered without as Isis took a heavy jostling step off the scale.  “I really need to lay off the éclairs before I come here next time.”  

Slowly she began a menacing waddle towards the food court, her body lingering from side to side.  Her wide hips began ripping the stretching seams of the tentative pants while her inner thighs were bouncing off one another at will.  The gigantic rear heavily bouncing as it swung from side to side.  It’s heavy vertical bounce ensuring that all eyes would focus on it as it recoiled about in all directions.  Isis just smiled, pudgy hands cupped as they rested on her upper belly.  She was ready for her first lunch of the day.
Wish series short story regarding what happens when a wish is made and it actually happens. Featuring an OC Isis, it's always nice to help a stranger feel better.
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