A Vain Wish

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.  ^^




A portrait ridden hallway, the velvet and burgundy patterned carpet was soft as felt.  Loud noise coming from up ahead, the main hall before her.  Chimes and buzzers matched the crowd noise with each approaching step.  The flickering lights from the casino’s games illuminated the hallway more than the golden oval flamed candles.  Jen grinned wide as she exited the hallway and stood in the upper half of the main hall.  

“I swear, standards got really low here.”  Gazing around the bustling room, its patrons lacking a certain charm and poise.  Less than ten percent of the individuals were formally dressed, even business casual seemed to be less apparent.  “Formal just isn’t required anymore it seems.”  Nonchalantly shaking her head, palms upward in a surrendering state.  

Jen was a pure sight of beauty, all who saw her would agree.  A long sleeveless dress draped her tone build, its black sequins glistened in the light with each seductive step.  Almost suffocating, it contoured her curvaceous body from head to toe.  A long slit up her right thigh, revealing her outstretched leg with each little step on her black stilettos.  The back opened up right above her firm rear, though the front would grab anyone’s attention.  Her full DD-cup breasts were literally spilling out of the deep v-cut opening that came from the lowered miniscule straps.  Pushed high and jutting far before her, they led and jostled whichever way she was leaning.

“Hopefully I draw plenty of stares.”  Batting her eyelashes at a few of the gawking waiters.  “I want to make this memorable.”

Standing on the upper concourse, Jen was ready to have a good time and enjoy herself.  Gliding gracefully down the burgundy carpeted steps, her bust bouncing heavily as her hand graced the gold railing,  Jen earned a weekend getaway at the casino from a swimsuit contest and couldn’t wait for it to start.

“Now what should I do first?”  Eyes wide as she smiled, already drawing plenty of attention from those around her, all due to her alluring outfit and curves.  She stood at the base of the stairs, looking through the crowd of people.

Before anything could be decided, Jen heard a noise behind her.  Turning around, she was quickly met head on.  A waitress had apparently slipped on the stairwell, falling down and colliding right into Jen.  The drinks she was holding landed mostly on the floor, except the one that crashed into her the canyon of cleavage before her.  Appalled at what happened, Jen was quickly confronted by an apologetic chubby blonde.

“Are you alright?”  Fearful and worried, she grasped Jen’s hand.  “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not alright.”  Annoyed and frustrated Jen glared the portly girl down.  “You know how much this dress cost, let alone what’s in it.”  Jen hoisted her wet bust, her dress damp from what seemed to be a martini mixture.

“I didn’t mean too.  Really, I didn’t even see you there.”  Stammering she started to tear up.

“Well you cow, realize where your going and don’t trip over your fat feet.”  Shaking her now wet hands and quite displeased, Jen quickly looked around.  “At least do something right.  Where is the bathroom?”  The chubby girl quickly pointed, Jen hastily leaving the scene with her assets jostling mightily.

Jen burst into the bathroom, bust bouncing heavily as she walked towards the mirror.  The marble floors and burgundy tapered walls were accented by electric candles as they reflected and danced off the gold trim.  Gliding upon her heels, she stood in front of the wide mirror raised above the stoned sink.  Grabbing a monogram towel, she gently dabbed her dress, wiping her jiggling cleavage in the process.

“No one understands how hard it is being so damn hot.”  Jen proclaimed to her reflection, irritated beyond belief at the accident.  “If only I knew why these women treat someone so smoking hot so badly.”

Thoroughly angry, Jen slammed her palms on the countertop.

“I pay my dues and my fitness regimen isn’t just for show.”

Taking some water, she cleaned her face.  It dripped off her angelic features onto her heaving bust.  Cleaning herself with the towel again, Jen breathed outwards, calming her emotions.

“Well, most of my dues.”  Laughing as she shimmied her shoulders.  Her large breasts swaying heavily from side to side, nearly spilling out of the confining fabric.  “I do love my girls.”

Pouting her lips, she blew a kiss to her reflection.  Straightening up, she was soon ready to turn heads.

“A figure like mine? She wouldn't even realize it.” Grinning at her reflection, displaying a great side perspective of her alluring curves. “I wish the next girl I see would understand.”

Hearing the door open, her gaze left her seductive figure as she brought her hands off her curves and acted nonchalant to see who entered.  Walking into the bathroom, more like waddling, was an extremely overweight woman.  Easily pushing 400lbs, probably thirty more, she never saw a gym in her life.  Dressed in a tight ill-fitting pair of black slacks, a straining blouse that clearly had seen better days, and a patterned black vest.  Nothing about her could be stated as being fit, the weighty rolls of her body moving like the waves of an ocean.  

“Wow, disgusting.”  Jen huffed in disapproval. “I can’t believe girls like that even bother coming out of the house.”  

Unable to advert her glare, she watched the woman struggle to move her immenseness all the way to the stall.  Practically getting stuck as she shimmied her body through, her frame barely squeezing into the small enclosed space.

“You need some help deary?  Jen sarcastically called in her direction, a heavy flabby wave of fat responding as no.  Making eye contact with the woman, all she saw was a vague smile hidden behind full thick features.

“I can’t believe someone would ever let themselves go like that.” Shaking her head, eyes shut, Jen could barely contain her laughter, letting out soft chuckles.

Whatever the case though, her body began to change.  The damage was already done from when there eyes met, the wish coming to fruition.  It began as her midsection began to round.  Layers of soft flesh building into full rolls as her dress stretched heavily out in front of the rest of her, pressing firmly into the counter before her.  The fabric pulled taut around the full double belly, the lower portion of her now massive girth poking out and now visible through the slit of her dress.  Sultry hips became piles of dough that spread wide, connecting to the rotund meaty thighs that were on full display.  Down to her bulging calves and now pudgy feet, the stilettos hastily snapped in twine, remnants of them spread on the bathroom floor.  

“Still, I’m glad I don’t look like that.”  Jen opened her eyes, gazing into her reflection and smiling.  Not even realizing that she was met by the image of full chubby cheeks and round rotund face sinking into a third chin.  “I should be dry by now.”

Jen’s upper torso too, had ballooned outwards with fat.  Her breasts, though a few sizes bigger, were now sagging and pooling outwards into her straining dress.  The once firm full spheres wavered like a listing ship as she leaned over, full cleavage shown through the tight v-cut slit.  With stubby fattened fingers, she palmed her bust, shifting like normal into place, though letting go they slipped outwards alongside her upper belly.  Her graceful tone arms now a heavy mass of flesh rested at her hips.

“Now this is something to be proud of.”  Jen exclaimed, in awe of her own body.  Though to her, she only saw her slim sexy self, not the behemoth of mass that was crammed into the scantily clad dress.

Amazed as always from staring at herself, Jen didn’t even realize the woman was now standing beside her looking into the mirror too.  Jen hated having to see a woman of her girth, let alone being seen next to one.

“You should be proud, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so pretty or voluptuous in my life.”  The woman smiled, staring at Jen’s figure.

“Um, thank you.”  Jen returned the smile, always welcoming a compliment.

“Everything is taxing and tiresome when you’re as big as me.”  The woman stepped backwards, bringing her arms down in a displaying motion.  “It is hard when you have a body like mine and are so overweight.”

Patting her now nonexistent stomach, her hand met the tone abs beneath the tight, missing buttoned blouse.  The open black vest she wore, hugged the massive spheres that jutted away from her chest.  They spilled outwards, pulling the remaining buttons tight as the cleavage was mesmerizing.  Long lithe legs, an ample tight rear, and alluring hips were all concealed within the slimming tight slacks.  The brunette woman whipped her long curly hair behind in a single motion.

“This is what happens when you eat five meals a day.”  Chuckling, the woman sighed, eyeing Jen’s gorgeous build.  “Fast food puts you on the fast track to this.”

“Believe me, I workout nonstop.”  Jen smiled, posing as she pushed heavy palms into her thick curvy love handles.  In an attempt to push out her bust, her belly surged forwards shaking wildly from side to side.  Jen’s breathing became heavier, her body tiring from standing so long.  “This doesn’t happen in a day you know.”

“If only though.”  The ladies laughed together, the woman in lust, Jen in absentminded compliance.

“Excuse me miss, it’s time I turn a few heads.”  Jen shimmied her shoulders, her entire figure rippling with waves of fat.  Barely contained in the tight black sequined dress, it was slowly pulling apart at the seams, not meant to be moved around in so much.

“Best of luck you little bombshell.” The woman smiled in approval as she watched Jen leave.

Feeling generous, Jen decided to give the admiring woman a show.  Swinging her hips wide, her sexy exit was breathtaking.  Thick chunky thighs brushed against one another, propelling her thick double belly bouncing heavily forward.  Her gluttonous rear, which stuck out a good foot and a half behind her, shifted from side to side.  The bulbous globes of fat bouncing as if possessed, her dress began to split with the heavy movement.  Rolls of back fat rustled in place through the open back of her dress.  Breathing heavily, Jen rotated her thick neckline, giving a wink and smile to the mesmerized lady before exiting the bathroom.

“WOW!”  She exclaimed loudly, knowing Jen would hear her on the other side.  “Such a sexy sultry walk and a tight little behind,  it’s just as good as the front.”

Peering into the mirror, she looked at her own body and sighed in disappointment.  Dainty fingers feeling her narrow angelic face and then into her tight stomach.  Slowly she turned, her bust swaying heavily, she shook her own perky butt.  

“Maybe I’ll look like that someday.”  Laughing, she shook her head no.  “I’m too much of a fatty anyway.  Besides, there’s an all you can eat buffet and I’m famished.”

Shuffling her feet as she left the bathroom, she rubbed her stomach in hunger.  The tone abs sinking in as her fingertips crossed over them.  Her arms pressed forward, her breasts propelled forward and upwards nearly into her single chin.  The aroma of food in the air, she hastily proceeded towards the smell.  Drawing numerous looks as she bouncily traversed the room and began to wait in line.  Her large bust heaving as she caught her breath, already piling food onto her plate.  Smiling and unaware that she’d be soon fattening the figure she always wanted.