BOTH The Desire is Real - by Edx (~BHM, ~BBW, Magic, Gender Change, ~XWG)

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~BHM, ~BBW, Magic, Gender Change, ~XWG - A man tries on being fat and female through magic.

The Desire is Real

by Edx

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[Author's note: Years ago, after one of the periodic requests for a male to BBW stories, I saw how an old story of mine could be easily adapted to add that theme, so I did so. It has been on my web page for some years under the title "Thinderella", but as best as I can tell it has not been posted here before.]


I wasn’t quite sure why I woke up so suddenly, but there was no denying, 7:23am, Sunday morning, I was suddenly wide awake. Philosophically I objected to being awake at that time on a Sunday, but on the other hand it was both my 18th birthday, and my first day alone in my new apartment. Tomorrow I’d be starting college, but today was all mine, with complete and total freedom. To be 18, in New York City, with your own apartment—what could be better? It didn’t feel as great as I wanted it too, but still I decided to get up and make the most of the day.

I grabbed a robe off the stack of boxes beside my bed, and through it on over my t-shirt and boxer shorts. I felt a little silly not just walking around nude since it was my own place, but then again even if was just the beginning of September the morning was a little cool. Another reason why I shouldn’t even have been awake, I mused as I went across the hall to the washroom.

Normally I’d have gone for a run first thing, but Sundays were my day off, when I let myself indulge in indolence. Skipping exercise always gave me the urge to let fantasies run wild, but I decided that before indulging in that sort of pleasure I’d go have breakfast, then later I could soak in the tub and let my mind and fingers wander.

I mentally laughed at myself as I put the toilet seat down “No mom or sister to get on your case here!” I preferred putting it down, however. I headed to the kitchen nook, wishing I’d bought something other than low fat, high fiber cereal, when I finally realized that someone was sitting at the table in my living-room/dining-room area.

I spun towards the figure, all the reflexes and energy from judo, hockey, soccer, and other sports suddenly kicking in. I could feel the back of my mind tallying up options, and I shouted “Aunt Bea! What the hell are you doing here?”

“Sorry.” I added more quietly. “You startled me!”

“My fault Chris” she replied easily. I know it must be a shock to find someone in your apartment. I came by because it is your birthday, and I didn’t want to waste too much of it.”

The thought that came to me was “But Aunt Bea’s presents always come on the day after my birthday!” It was true, every year her present came a day late, but was always something I’d wanted but hadn’t received yet.

“There is no really believable way to say this, so I’ll just give it to you straight. I’m actually your “fairy god-mother” and that makes today a very special day. Your mom saved my life once, so in return I agreed to be your god-mother. I’ve looked out for you so far, and today is the last day of my magic for you, but it is the most important in some ways. Its your Cinderella day.”

“What?”

“Today my magic can make your every wish come true. For the day. Things I change will change back at midnight, but what you do lasts. I can make you taller, and you’ll go back to your normal size at midnight, but if you bang your head because you aren’t used to being tall, you’ll still have the bruise tomorrow. If you break something I can maybe fix it, but not always, so be careful!. People dealing with you will have only hazy memories of the day, but you’ll still make an impression that they might remember. It’s the whole Cinderella thing, the fancy dress and coach and four disappear at midnight, but the prince remembers that he was fascinated by her.”

For some reason I believed her. Either it was true, she was totally insane, or she was an incredible actor. Those last two didn’t line up with anything I remembered about her. But my mind plucked at one corner of her story. “What about Cinderella’s slipper?”

She smiled. “I was getting to that. Emotion has magic of your own. If you somehow become the focus of someone’s heart’s desire, and what they want is also what you want, that can be enough to stop a little bit of the magic from draining away. It is almost impossible to plan, but since the magic is often used to chase after the desire of your heart, it isn’t quite as unlikely as all that. The consequences can be odd, so be a little careful.”

I wasn’t sure if I should be believing her or not, so I went along with it. “So, you can do anything to and for me? Right now? Like say…” I trailed off, as if I was trying to think of something, then tried to sound inspired as I continued “Make me fat?”

She smiled “Easily done, but how fat? And do you want to expand from where you are, or be like you were always fat?

I swallowed “How about expanding me by say, fifty pounds.”

I could feel it happen. It was an amazing feeling. I could feel my skin stretch, I could feel a pressure all over my body but strongest in the stomach as fat welled up. I staggered as my balance was thrown off, and as I recovered I could feel the extra weight. I could also feel my boxer shorts cutting into my waist, and my t-shirt and the rest of the boxers straining over me. Despite which, when I looked down, I didn’t seem all that fat. A little bulging in the middle, softer everywhere, but not what I’d think of as fat. But the magic worked, that meant that I could ask for ….

“More.” I croaked, then corrected “Hold on, let me get different clothes. I marveled at the feel of the extra bulk as I retreated to my bedroom, and managed to squeeze into what were normally loose sweat pants. I came back out, and sat in my recliner. “First, can my make my clothes stretch so they are snug, but not painful? Then can I have another fifty pounds?”

This time I was ready for the sensation, and it was even more incredible. When I looked down, I had a substantial gut sticking out, and even my breasts were quite noticeable. I struggled out of the chair, wobbling until I found my balance. I walked around, squatted down and struggled back to my feet, tried a couple of jumping jacks. Fit though I was, the extra hundred pounds quickly had me breathing hard and looking to sit down again.

“Can you double it, another hundred?” As soon as the words were out of my lips I felt the by now almost familiar sensation. I sagged backwards as I felt my belly grow outwards, and I found myself gasping as the weight settled onto me. My legs were forced apart by my thickening thighs, and I could feel my belly flow out onto my lap. When it finished I lifted an arm curiously, delighted to feel the extra weight even there, then slapped my belly and sent waves across it. I went to get up, but stumbled and fell to the floor. I struggled back to kneeling, and using a chair I managed to pull myself upright, but quickly collapsed back into the recliner, panting for breath.

“How do people who are this fat do it?” I wondered aloud. Then suddenly embarrassed I cut off my question with “Oh, you must think I’m so strange. I’m sorry, its just, you know, with all the training for sports, to be the other way and all…” I trailed off into a shrug that sent exciting ripples across my belly when I dropped it.

Aunt Bea answered “I’m not exactly human, and normal standards don’t mean much to me. Further, the way my magic works, the better it makes me feel. So keep on with whatever your heart desires, I won’t judge it, and I’ll enjoy letting you have it. As for how people that fat get around, they don’t gain two hundred pounds in fifteen minutes. If you want to be like someone who has gotten this way gradually, I can do that.”

I settled myself back into the recliner. “In that case, first another hundred pounds, then in a couple of minutes make it like I’d slowly grown to around four hundred and fifty pounds.”

Again the stretching and welling up sensation swept through me. Then I enjoyed the feeling of being pinned helpless by three hundred pounds of flab. About the time that I was beginning to get concerned about how I was getting more and more winded, I felt another change flow through me, and everything just felt more comfortable somehow.

Getting up was still a real effort, and walking around the apartment was tiring, but I could do it. I noticed subtle changes to the apartment, one of the chairs was sturdier looking, the fridge was bigger, I had a dishwasher. “You do a complete job!” I marveled.

“Wardrobe too.” She countered. You can change to other clothes now if you want.”

I headed into my bedroom, and found that what she said was true. I shouted out “Could you give me a big mirror that I can see myself in?”

I stripped down and marveled at my soft, rounded, figure. I hoisted my breasts that were substantial enough to jiggle when I walked. I heaved up my enormous gut, then frowned. After a seconds consideration I called out “Can you get rid of my body hair? And stubble too? Uh, leave the eyebrows and eyelashes though!”

I stood there admiring my smooth bulges for as long as I could bear to stand, then slouched onto the side of the bed, facing the mirror. I felt a thrill about how much the bed sagged under my mass, and stronger thrill at how my belly stretched out over my thighs. I noticed how my face was wreathed in fat, and sported a triple chin. It was true: I was amazingly, stunningly, fat.

After wallowing in the sight for a few minutes, I heaved myself upright again, and went looking in my drawers and closet for clothes. I played dress up for a good half hour, slowed down by the difficulty in things like reaching my feet to put on socks, or to get underwear or pants pulled on, and also by my need to sit down most of the time. I tried on various pieces of attire, looking to see how fat different ones made me look.

Finally, sporting an enormous pair of jeans and white turtle neck that seemed big enough to cover a bean bag chair, I returned to the apartment’s main room. “Time to eat!” I announced.

With the benefit of magic I was soon facing a magnificent breakfast feast, with a big t-bone steak, stacks of pancakes, a six-egg omelet, a heap of bacon, and an array of baked goods. I quickly discovered that I had the appetite of someone who had eaten his way up to four hundred and fifty pounds. I put a huge dent into that feast by the time I was full, and then I was able to shove in quite a bit more before it got too painful to continue.
Then I had a brainwave. “Could you make it so I had like, I don’t know, super efficient digestion? So that I can keep eating steadily all day and never run out of room, but I should still feel really full when I’m eating heavily. Oh, and, uh, so that I never have to, uhh, defecate either?”

“You are sure you want that?”

I thought for a second, then figured if I found any problems with it, I could wish it away again. I confirmed that was what I wanted, and instantly found that I wasn’t quite so painfully full any more. I was able to keep plowing through the food, and to even finish it. But that was fine, soon I was chomping my way through a whole bag of decedent chocolate chip cookies, then an entire cheesecake, and soon every sort of treat and pastry I could think of.

All good things come to an end, and by noon I was getting bored of cake and ice cream and danishes and what not. I also had to go pee. That was interesting, as I couldn’t see down there, and could barely even reach around my belly. I leaned against the wall for support, and pointed in the right general direction, and was relieved to hear the stream hit water.

As I came out of the washroom it occurred to me that I wanted to be witnessed being so hugely fat and eating so much. “Could we order half a dozen large pizzas?” As the afternoon progressed I worked my way through pizzas from a few different delivery places, a bucket of fried chicken, a “dinner for six” from a Chinese take out place, a bundle of subs, buckets of chicken wings, and more that I can barely remember through the haze of food. When each delivery person came to the door Aunt Bea would hand me money, and I’d waddle to the door and open it. Seeing the delivery guys’ eyes go wide when they saw how fat I was, then to watch them sweep the apartment to see if anyone else was around—and Aunt Bea was always discreetly out of sight—and to see them realize that I was going to eat it all myself. That was just about as delicious as the food.

 

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