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-"You begged for those jeans, only 2 weeks ago. Do you know how long I
had to work to pay for those?" she screamed, holding pieces of my
exploded jeans in her hands.
-"Mom I had to, they were uh............" I started to explain. Explain?
How was I ever going to explain last night. It couldn't have been real.
I'm not sure what Mom said, but her mouth moved over 10 minutes, my ears
just fuzzed out while I tried to figure out what happened. Somehow "Ms.
Puke" would know.
-Mom was still yelling at me, "and you stay in your damn room until its
time for your big game tonight! I don't want to see you until then!"
-Who cares if you are trapped in your room, its not a punishment. All
your toys, and an escape hatch. But my Mom thought she was really
punishing me, stupid bitch. First I looked up Ms. Fluke's address on my
computer, then I locked my door, then slid outside the window, to the
porch roof. From there I climbed down our old birch tree. Ms. Puke's
house was right by the school, only a few miles away. I crept into the
garage to get my bike. 15 minutes later I was at her front door. I rang
the bell. She came to the door wearing a purple moo moo with yellow stars
on it and several unidentifiable stains. Cigarette in one hand, a cup of
strange smelling tea in the other.
-"My don't you look a bit ragged around the edges. Rough night sweetie
kins? Oh you poor thing," she said.
-"What did you do to me? How could you?"
-"Now Mr. Holland, what do you think happened? As she showed me a scar on
her ankle. The scar I had made, cutting myself out of the shrinking blue
jeans."
-"How could you do that to me! I thought I was trapped in that horrible
body forever," I said in a panic stricken voice.I
-"Your not making any points here Mr. Holland. I can't see how anyone as
arrogant as you, should be given so many of life's good things, and still
turn out to be a Jackass. I've seen how cruel you can be to your peers,
those that are overweight, have some zits, or don't where the right
sneakers. So I turned you into me. Maybe now you will finally learn of
the important things in life. Young man you are so full of yourself, I
needed to take you down a peg or two. I figured I aught to enjoy it too.
Its been almost 80 years without a dick for me. I kinda missed it, I
really enjoyed it last night."
- I felt like gaging. She had violated me. I felt terror as she smiled
cruelly at me.
-"Yep lot of fun, don't you wonder who I'll fuck next? You made me
remember how much having an outie is. But cheer up at this moment you are
your old self. But a little after sundown, you will start to change
again," in her deep deep cackle.
-"Please not tonight, its a very important game,if I'm not there, we will
lose to Dartmore. Please leave let me go to the game."
-"Look sweetie, I'm getting laid by a 15 year old slut from Dartmore, you
do what you want, I'm getting a virgin, your getting wrinkles and saggy
breasts. This is going to go on every Friday and Saturday night for a
year. Then you will have this body permanently. Don't think of killing
me, which ever body dies first, your soul will be in it. I was just
trying your body out for size. I usually don't trade bodies till the one
I'm in is in its 60's or 70's. But you are the perfect person to see this
body to its certain death."
-"Your stealing my body, what is wrong with you?" trembling as I spoke.
-I've been dabbling in magic for hundreds of years, ya only get 40 -50
or so good years out of a body. And its such a long proses to switch one,
one year to be exact. Unless you make it sooner."
-"Yuck , I'm going to be stuck as you. Please can't I talk you out of
this! I'll do anything!, at least let me get to tonight's basketball
game, I promise I'll do what ever you want, if I can go to the match," I
begged.
-She let out a short laugh,
"HeeeHeeeHeeee,
you'll just be me.
And if anyone finds out you see,
in this fat body you will sooner be."
-With that she took what was left in the tea cup, and poured it over my
head. Things got blurred with traces of movement, and I felt like I was
dreaming. When I awoke to find I found I was naked.
-Ms. Fluke stood in front of me smiling, and said, "I decided to grant
your request, you will go to the game tonight, but in my body. Mr.
Holland, I don't think you will make it home. You would be more me the
you, by the time you got there. Sorry to take your clothes but I'll need
them for my date tonight. And it makes such a mess when they explode into
rags. Help yourself to any of my clothes. After all next year they will
be yours. If I were you I'd put a bra on quick, after all, saggy as you
will become, you may have trouble just walking without one. Well enjoy,
you are about to start changing."
-I doubled up in pain, as my balls were kicked inside of me. I watched as
they slowly forced themselves back inside me. Then inch by inch, my dick
shrank into a clit. Just watching this happen made me pass out. It was
dark when my cell phone woke me up. I could barely hold it in my chubby
fingers. The i.d. showed it was my coach. Shit I should be at practice
getting ready for the game. How would I explain why I wasn't at the semi-
finals?
- I didn't want to turn on the light, but because of my new girth, I had
to. I kept bumping into things. I finally found the switch. As I threw
the switch, I felt my belly and boobs shift weight, nearly sending me to
the floor. I didn't want to look at myself, but it was like watching
Jerry Springer, I couldn't help it. My breasts looked like 2 mounds of
dying jello. My giant belly had a road map on it. I could only feel how
big my butt had gotten. Everything was jiggling, The weight was so much
It threw off my balance and I ended on the floor.
-I got up and looked at my former body putting on my clothes, then Miss
Fluke handed me a pile of clothes, and said, "You'll need these, after
all your going to the big game against Dartmore, After all you did beg to
be there."
-I replied, "I'm not going out like this! And you can't make me!"
-Rita Fluke looked at me with a cockeyed smile, and waved her hand. I
could feel my butt getting a bit bigger as she said, "I'll just make your
ass bigger until you agree to go, hurry now because we will both be stuck
with it no matter how big it gets. And I'll know if you don't stay for
the entire game. Don't even leave your seat to go to the bathroom."
-I looked as the cellulite (more like celuheavy) it was breeding. The
ruff patch I could have covered with my hand, spread from my enlarging
thighs to my ass cheeks. I didn't think it was possible to make this body
worse.
-"Here I'd wear this old jean skirt, none of my pants will fit you by the
time you get to the gymnasium. Your bottom will keep growing until your
on that seat. You can't leave that seat until there are less then 100
people in that gym. Anybody ever finds out what has happened to you, and
the change stays forever. And you will never be in this body again,
you'll just be that fat ol' Ms. Puke. She said as she passed me a pair of
control top pantyhose. I never would have properly gotten that bra
without her help. She confessed, without help getting into that bra, at
the speed my ass was growing, she would never fit into her car again.
-I made it to the gym in less then 5 minutes. My skirt was straining to
contain my growing butt, and my pantyhose had split with runs when I
finally sat on the bleachers. 30 minutes before the game every seat was
filled. It was funny, I never realized how smelly a gym full of people
was, but my nose noticed every odor. The worst was girls who wore too
much perfume, and I could tell everyone that was a cigarette smoker by
their stench.
-I could hear my fellow students behind me, making jokes about how I
looked. I heard my best friend Tim make mooing sounds. My desk mate John
was next to him laughing and mooing as well. Other friends were pointing
at my humongous ass, while oinking. I started crying, as the big game
started.
-We started out well. For the first 10 minutes we were ahead by 16
points. Then the Dartmore's coach discovered our weakness. My team was
missing the aggressive defense I usually provided. When I played,I didn't
care who I fouled, or if I (accidentally) hurt my opponents. Now my
team's killer edge was gone. By halftime we were only ahead by 3.
-I heard Tim say to John, " I can't believe that asshole Holland didn't
show up, he'd wiped out half of Dartmouth's team by now."
-John replied, "You know what a dick head he is, the dumb fart is
probably out with some redhead getting tanked. You know you can never
depend on him."
-"Yeah," said one of my so called friend, "The bastard can only think of
himself, I hope his dick falls off." And everyone around them laughed.
-"The only reason I ever hang out with him is to catch some of the
overflow of chicks, he has no idea what a dork he is," said John.
-"He is dead meat when he comes back to school on Monday," Tim said.
-I couldn't stand listening to them anymore and got up to move. As I rose
from my bench, I felt my ass tingling, and my skirt getting even tighter.
I had to just sit there and watch Dartmore pull ahead of us, while all my
classmates, said more horrible things about me. The people I thought were
my friends, couldn't stop dishing out crap against me. The coach was red
with rage. I couldn't stop crying.
-To add insult to injury, I felt the need to piss. But I couldn't leave
my seat or my butt would commence to grow again. I watched as my
teammates tried to save the game, but in the end we lost 87 to 83. I
didn't think I could feel any lower. I waited for the gym to empty,
crossing my legs, hoping the room would soon be evacuated. I hadn't had
to go to the bathroom last night, and I wasn't looking forward to
squatting while pissing. There were still about 200 or 300 people left
when I felt I couldn't hold back any longer, as a warm wet steam left me.
I sat in a puddle, as my jean skirt started to soak up my pee. An hour
after the game was over and only 2 other people were in the gym, I made
it back to Rita Fluke's house, stinking of piss.
-I didn't want to face being nude again, but I couldn't stand the smell,
I needed a shower A.S.A.P. The soap and hot water felt wonderful against
Ms. Fluke's body. As the washcloth rubbed against my pussy, I could feel
a strange warmth within me. As I past the soapy washcloth over my
nipples, my cunt almost seamed to demand attention. But I wasn't going to
go any nearer to my crotch then I had to. It almost felt like I had a
thousand itchy mosquito bites inside me, begging to be scratched as I
toweled myself off.
-As I got out of the shower and looked at my new ugly face in the mirror,
I felt helpless. I sat down on the toilet to cry. Then I noticed the scar
on my ankle. I couldn't kill Ms. Puke, but I could get even with her for
fucking with me. I searched her house till I found a pair of scissors,
and a razor, and cut every hair off Rita Fluke's head, except the slight
mustache on her lips. I put on a night gown that covered as much as
possible, and went to bed. The next morning I woke up in Rita's bed,
Rita's clothes, but my body.
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