~BBW, Intrigue, Magic, ~SWG - a salesman persuades two ladies to change their lives
*ding-dong*
“Just a sec,” came a high-pitched voice. The door opened to reveal a lithe young woman in her early twenties, wearing a black jogging outfit and her short, red hair held back in a black bandana. Even though she had a trim body, she had a massive chest that was easily in the D-cup range.
“Hello, can I help you?” she asked the person at the door, her bright brown eyes sparkling with ambient energy, like she had just got done cooling off from a workout.
“Hello, my name is Mr. Night and you can help me. Actually, I can help you. Now, I hate to disturb your morning, but if you just give me a few moments of your time, I assure you it will be well worth it,” said the man at the door. He was wearing a cheap brown suit with a matching tie and a white shirt. He was tall, much taller than the female’s 5’3” stature, and thin. His white hair was cut short, but he had bangs, which gave a shaded look to his green eyes. He spoke with a Midwestern accent, fast and friendly-like, quite different from the New York accents.
“Um, you’re a salesman?” asked the woman.
“Not just any salesman. I’m offering a once-in-a-lifetime deal,” said Mr. Night.
The woman looked skeptical at first, but there was something about his smile that made him seem... trustworthy enough for her.
“Alright, but don’t take up too much of my time. I was about to start cleaning up. Please, come in. I’m Paige Hart,” she said, with a bemused smile on her pretty face.
“Much oblogied, miss. Thank you,” and he stepped in, while taking a look around as he was escorted to the living room.
Paige’s apartment was a medium-sized one. Two bedroom, one bath with a kitchen/dinette area and a modest living room. The floor was a cheap laminate, the walls were cracked, and the beige paint was peeling. The apartment was old, much like the rest of the building, but in a good way. The building still had a lot to go downhill before it became apart of the slums, so it was safe for now. Pictures lined the walls, most were in black-and-white and they covered all kinds of different things, from landscapes to people. As for the colored pictures, several were of Paige and a man, and some others had a large woman who also looked to be in her early twenties with Paige.
“Please, take a seat. I need to wake Marie anyway,” said Paige.
Mr. Night politely nodded his head and took a seat on a chair in the dinette area. It was a standard wooden chair, with three other matching ones and the table. In the living room, there was a black leather couch, matching chair, and a glass coffee table in front of a decent-sized television. There was a dip on the left side of the couch, where something large had been repeatedly been put there. Next to the television was the doorway to the hallway that led to the two bedrooms and the bathroom. He noticed that the place was perfectly clean. No dishes in the sink, no dust on the table, nothing.
“She must clean this place at least twice a week,” he thought to himself. And then he got a look at Paige’s roommate and changed his mind to three times a week.
Marie was the large girl from the pictures and looked quite disheveled. Her long brown hair was a complete mess, her nightgown had food stains on it, as did the robe she was wearing. It could be clearly seen that her nightgown was a poor fit, for it clung to her big, drooping paunch and thick waist like a second skin and instead of stopping at mid-calf, the hem was up over her knees. Her calves were thick and shook every time she took a step, as did the fat around her knees. She had plump feet and toes.
Mr. Night’s eyes went back up, were he noticed the robe’s sleeves were stretched out, meaning her arms had filled them in. Her breasts were obscured from his vision at the time, for Marie had closed the robe and tied the sash under them. Still, he could see that they were huge, due to the strain they were obviously putting on her robe.
Her face was moderately pretty, though nothing like her roommate’s diamond-shaped face. A thick triple chin with no neck, chipmunk cheeks that sagged, and cloudy blue eyes completed the picture of a woman that enjoyed being lazy. She had to be at least 300 pounds, and stood maybe an inch taller than Paige. It was at that moment, Mr. Night knew that he had hit jackpot.
“Marie, I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Night. Mr. Night, this is Marie Black, my roommate and best friend,” said Paige. “Now, what is it you want to sell us, Mr. Night?”
“You woke me up for this?” Marie asked, with a note of annoyance.
“I’m going to grab me some sweets and go back to bed. You deal with him.”
“Now, hold on just a tick. You haven’t heard my pitch yet, and a lovely woman such as yourself would just get a kick out of what I’m selling,” Mr. Night said, smiling that captivating smile he used on Paige just three minutes before ago. Being a creature that does not adhere to the rules of this reality has its perks and Mr. Night knew them all.
Now, having powers that no mortal could understand means using it responsibly, which is what brought him to Paige and Marie’s apartment. But he was not above using them for clinch the deal, especially now that he was so close.
Marie’s eyes caught the smile and she was putty in his hands. “Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt to hear you out. But, I’m still getting my sweets. Gotta keep up my wonderful figure,” she said as she patted her big belly.
Paige rolled her eyes and took a seat as Marie waddled into the kitchen, which allowed Mr. Night to see her butt. Her butt was big, but was outmatched by the size of her belly. Marie was an apple-shaped figure, he realized, with her belly leading the way. She grabbed some Twinkies and joined them back at the table.
“So, what are you selling, Mr. Night?” asked Paige, folding her arms under her well-endowed bust. “I noticed that you aren’t carrying a briefcase or any pamphlets, how do you plan to sway our resolve? Nice smiles only go so far.”
“My dear lady, I’m selling a change in perspective. How would you two like to switch wardrobes for one month?” he said, with the straightest face neither Paige nor Marie had ever seen. At first, they sat there. Then a realization hit them at about the same time, and their eyes widened at about the same time. Marie stuffed a whole Twinkie into her mouth then said, “Whop god dobe kiddin may?”
Paige just looked at her, then back to Mr. Night.
“I’m sorry about my roommates manners, but she has a point. She couldn’t get into my largest outfit and her’s would just hang off me. I’m sorry, but I must insist you go now,” Paige said as she stood up from her chair. Mr. Night quickly followed.
“Now, my dear, I completely understand your disbelief and I assure you I mean you nor your roommate any harm. If you two would go into each other’s rooms and get a complete outfit that you would wear if it was your size, I’ll show you. If you don’t like it at that point, I promise to leave. Swear it on a stack of Bibles,” he said, locking eyes with Paige. As he did, the green intensity of his eyes yielded Paige a true look at him. After a brief second of contact, she looked away, but she trusted him now.
“Ok, but this is your last shot, mister,” she said.
“What is a complete outfit? Does that include underwear?” asked Marie.
“Yes, it does. It wouldn’t be a complete wardrobe change without those articles,” he said, still smiling.
Marie looked at Paige with a concerned look, but Paige just nodded to her, and they did as they were told. Marie went into Paige’s room and got a matching black bra and thong, a red short skirt, and a red t-shirt. It was her favorite outfit of Paige’s and a reminder of some wishful thinking she once had years ago when she had been thinner. Meanwhile, Paige was trying to find something she liked of Marie’s. She had grabbed a matching pink bra and briefs and a pair of jeans, but a suitable top was escaping her. She finally settled on a blue tanktop and went back into the kitchen.
“Wow, those are some nice picks. Is everyone okay with their choices? Speak now or forever hold your peace,” Mr. Night said jokingly. When he got silence, he just shrugged. Being omni-powerful may have its pros, but there were just days where he would kill to be funny and charming, instead of just charming.
“Ok, ladies, lay your picks out on the table and stand back.”
They did as they were told, both rather annoyed at this point. Marie’s face showed that she really wanted to go back to sleep and Paige’s was caught between confusion and trying not to look either annoyed nor confused.
Mr. Night then stood over the garments on the table, closed his eyes, waved his hands over them, and snapped his fingers. Really, he just needed to think about doing it and it would happen, but he liked to put on a show. After all, he was selling something. What happened next shocked the two girls like nothing else.
The cloths began to change size. Marie’s clothing began to shrink to fit a trimmer physique and Paige’s grew to fit someone with a larger frame. It was done in a matter of moments, but it was one the women would never forget, or so they thought. Mr. Night stood aside, pretending to wipe sweat from his forehead like he had exerted himself while the girls went to examine the clothing.
Paige picked up the jeans and held them against her toned abdomen to size them with herself. They looked like a perfect fit. Marie examined the undergarments she had got from Paige. There was no way that Paige could fill these bad girls out now. The thong looked like an archer’s string and the bra could have been used as boulder-flinging slingshot. They both turned to Mr. Night, who had recomposed himself and was smiling away.
“So, you like that? Go ahead, put them on. I’ll wait,” he said.
The girls, still speechless, looked at each other, then at the clothes, then back at each other. They had no idea how he had done it and they wanted to know. Finally, they shrugged and went to their respective rooms. Paige was out first, the jeans as tight as could be, which showed off her lean thighs and firm bubble butt. The tanktop was also just as tight, which drew attention to her large chest and trim waist. She had ditched the bandana, allowing her short hair to fall around her ears, which brought attention to her high cheekbones and sharp features. Marie popped out a moment or so later, looking absolutely stunning in the red outfit. The shirt was drawn taught around her apple-shaped waist, and the skirt highlighted her fat thighs by stopping mid-thigh. Each of them took a look at the other and said the same thing, “Wow, girl.”
“I thought you’d be impressed. Now, I believe I’ve taken up enough of your time. I’ll be back in a month or so and see how you girls are adjusting.” And, with that said, he calmly, but quickly, showed himself out. And, as soon as he had closed the door, they never even knew he had been there. They stood there in silence for a minute as the memory was blocked from their minds. Finally, they snapped back to reality.
“Morning, Marie. Planning on going somewhere?” Paige asked.
“I thought I did, but I can’t remember now. It doesn’t matter now,” Marie said as she sat down on the couch in the living room.
“Actually, I’m feeling a bit hungry. Shall we go grab some breakfast? You know how much I enjoy IHOP,” said Paige. Marie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but went back down as reality fixed itself. They both liked IHOP very much.
“Sure,” she said. “Just give me a sec to get my shoes and we’ll head out.”
Wardrobe Switch
By Toby
(by permission – originally published at Forever Changing)
By Toby
(by permission – originally published at Forever Changing)
*ding-dong*
“Just a sec,” came a high-pitched voice. The door opened to reveal a lithe young woman in her early twenties, wearing a black jogging outfit and her short, red hair held back in a black bandana. Even though she had a trim body, she had a massive chest that was easily in the D-cup range.
“Hello, can I help you?” she asked the person at the door, her bright brown eyes sparkling with ambient energy, like she had just got done cooling off from a workout.
“Hello, my name is Mr. Night and you can help me. Actually, I can help you. Now, I hate to disturb your morning, but if you just give me a few moments of your time, I assure you it will be well worth it,” said the man at the door. He was wearing a cheap brown suit with a matching tie and a white shirt. He was tall, much taller than the female’s 5’3” stature, and thin. His white hair was cut short, but he had bangs, which gave a shaded look to his green eyes. He spoke with a Midwestern accent, fast and friendly-like, quite different from the New York accents.
“Um, you’re a salesman?” asked the woman.
“Not just any salesman. I’m offering a once-in-a-lifetime deal,” said Mr. Night.
The woman looked skeptical at first, but there was something about his smile that made him seem... trustworthy enough for her.
“Alright, but don’t take up too much of my time. I was about to start cleaning up. Please, come in. I’m Paige Hart,” she said, with a bemused smile on her pretty face.
“Much oblogied, miss. Thank you,” and he stepped in, while taking a look around as he was escorted to the living room.
Paige’s apartment was a medium-sized one. Two bedroom, one bath with a kitchen/dinette area and a modest living room. The floor was a cheap laminate, the walls were cracked, and the beige paint was peeling. The apartment was old, much like the rest of the building, but in a good way. The building still had a lot to go downhill before it became apart of the slums, so it was safe for now. Pictures lined the walls, most were in black-and-white and they covered all kinds of different things, from landscapes to people. As for the colored pictures, several were of Paige and a man, and some others had a large woman who also looked to be in her early twenties with Paige.
“Please, take a seat. I need to wake Marie anyway,” said Paige.
Mr. Night politely nodded his head and took a seat on a chair in the dinette area. It was a standard wooden chair, with three other matching ones and the table. In the living room, there was a black leather couch, matching chair, and a glass coffee table in front of a decent-sized television. There was a dip on the left side of the couch, where something large had been repeatedly been put there. Next to the television was the doorway to the hallway that led to the two bedrooms and the bathroom. He noticed that the place was perfectly clean. No dishes in the sink, no dust on the table, nothing.
“She must clean this place at least twice a week,” he thought to himself. And then he got a look at Paige’s roommate and changed his mind to three times a week.
Marie was the large girl from the pictures and looked quite disheveled. Her long brown hair was a complete mess, her nightgown had food stains on it, as did the robe she was wearing. It could be clearly seen that her nightgown was a poor fit, for it clung to her big, drooping paunch and thick waist like a second skin and instead of stopping at mid-calf, the hem was up over her knees. Her calves were thick and shook every time she took a step, as did the fat around her knees. She had plump feet and toes.
Mr. Night’s eyes went back up, were he noticed the robe’s sleeves were stretched out, meaning her arms had filled them in. Her breasts were obscured from his vision at the time, for Marie had closed the robe and tied the sash under them. Still, he could see that they were huge, due to the strain they were obviously putting on her robe.
Her face was moderately pretty, though nothing like her roommate’s diamond-shaped face. A thick triple chin with no neck, chipmunk cheeks that sagged, and cloudy blue eyes completed the picture of a woman that enjoyed being lazy. She had to be at least 300 pounds, and stood maybe an inch taller than Paige. It was at that moment, Mr. Night knew that he had hit jackpot.
“Marie, I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Night. Mr. Night, this is Marie Black, my roommate and best friend,” said Paige. “Now, what is it you want to sell us, Mr. Night?”
“You woke me up for this?” Marie asked, with a note of annoyance.
“I’m going to grab me some sweets and go back to bed. You deal with him.”
“Now, hold on just a tick. You haven’t heard my pitch yet, and a lovely woman such as yourself would just get a kick out of what I’m selling,” Mr. Night said, smiling that captivating smile he used on Paige just three minutes before ago. Being a creature that does not adhere to the rules of this reality has its perks and Mr. Night knew them all.
Now, having powers that no mortal could understand means using it responsibly, which is what brought him to Paige and Marie’s apartment. But he was not above using them for clinch the deal, especially now that he was so close.
Marie’s eyes caught the smile and she was putty in his hands. “Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt to hear you out. But, I’m still getting my sweets. Gotta keep up my wonderful figure,” she said as she patted her big belly.
Paige rolled her eyes and took a seat as Marie waddled into the kitchen, which allowed Mr. Night to see her butt. Her butt was big, but was outmatched by the size of her belly. Marie was an apple-shaped figure, he realized, with her belly leading the way. She grabbed some Twinkies and joined them back at the table.
“So, what are you selling, Mr. Night?” asked Paige, folding her arms under her well-endowed bust. “I noticed that you aren’t carrying a briefcase or any pamphlets, how do you plan to sway our resolve? Nice smiles only go so far.”
“My dear lady, I’m selling a change in perspective. How would you two like to switch wardrobes for one month?” he said, with the straightest face neither Paige nor Marie had ever seen. At first, they sat there. Then a realization hit them at about the same time, and their eyes widened at about the same time. Marie stuffed a whole Twinkie into her mouth then said, “Whop god dobe kiddin may?”
Paige just looked at her, then back to Mr. Night.
“I’m sorry about my roommates manners, but she has a point. She couldn’t get into my largest outfit and her’s would just hang off me. I’m sorry, but I must insist you go now,” Paige said as she stood up from her chair. Mr. Night quickly followed.
“Now, my dear, I completely understand your disbelief and I assure you I mean you nor your roommate any harm. If you two would go into each other’s rooms and get a complete outfit that you would wear if it was your size, I’ll show you. If you don’t like it at that point, I promise to leave. Swear it on a stack of Bibles,” he said, locking eyes with Paige. As he did, the green intensity of his eyes yielded Paige a true look at him. After a brief second of contact, she looked away, but she trusted him now.
“Ok, but this is your last shot, mister,” she said.
“What is a complete outfit? Does that include underwear?” asked Marie.
“Yes, it does. It wouldn’t be a complete wardrobe change without those articles,” he said, still smiling.
Marie looked at Paige with a concerned look, but Paige just nodded to her, and they did as they were told. Marie went into Paige’s room and got a matching black bra and thong, a red short skirt, and a red t-shirt. It was her favorite outfit of Paige’s and a reminder of some wishful thinking she once had years ago when she had been thinner. Meanwhile, Paige was trying to find something she liked of Marie’s. She had grabbed a matching pink bra and briefs and a pair of jeans, but a suitable top was escaping her. She finally settled on a blue tanktop and went back into the kitchen.
“Wow, those are some nice picks. Is everyone okay with their choices? Speak now or forever hold your peace,” Mr. Night said jokingly. When he got silence, he just shrugged. Being omni-powerful may have its pros, but there were just days where he would kill to be funny and charming, instead of just charming.
“Ok, ladies, lay your picks out on the table and stand back.”
They did as they were told, both rather annoyed at this point. Marie’s face showed that she really wanted to go back to sleep and Paige’s was caught between confusion and trying not to look either annoyed nor confused.
Mr. Night then stood over the garments on the table, closed his eyes, waved his hands over them, and snapped his fingers. Really, he just needed to think about doing it and it would happen, but he liked to put on a show. After all, he was selling something. What happened next shocked the two girls like nothing else.
The cloths began to change size. Marie’s clothing began to shrink to fit a trimmer physique and Paige’s grew to fit someone with a larger frame. It was done in a matter of moments, but it was one the women would never forget, or so they thought. Mr. Night stood aside, pretending to wipe sweat from his forehead like he had exerted himself while the girls went to examine the clothing.
Paige picked up the jeans and held them against her toned abdomen to size them with herself. They looked like a perfect fit. Marie examined the undergarments she had got from Paige. There was no way that Paige could fill these bad girls out now. The thong looked like an archer’s string and the bra could have been used as boulder-flinging slingshot. They both turned to Mr. Night, who had recomposed himself and was smiling away.
“So, you like that? Go ahead, put them on. I’ll wait,” he said.
The girls, still speechless, looked at each other, then at the clothes, then back at each other. They had no idea how he had done it and they wanted to know. Finally, they shrugged and went to their respective rooms. Paige was out first, the jeans as tight as could be, which showed off her lean thighs and firm bubble butt. The tanktop was also just as tight, which drew attention to her large chest and trim waist. She had ditched the bandana, allowing her short hair to fall around her ears, which brought attention to her high cheekbones and sharp features. Marie popped out a moment or so later, looking absolutely stunning in the red outfit. The shirt was drawn taught around her apple-shaped waist, and the skirt highlighted her fat thighs by stopping mid-thigh. Each of them took a look at the other and said the same thing, “Wow, girl.”
“I thought you’d be impressed. Now, I believe I’ve taken up enough of your time. I’ll be back in a month or so and see how you girls are adjusting.” And, with that said, he calmly, but quickly, showed himself out. And, as soon as he had closed the door, they never even knew he had been there. They stood there in silence for a minute as the memory was blocked from their minds. Finally, they snapped back to reality.
“Morning, Marie. Planning on going somewhere?” Paige asked.
“I thought I did, but I can’t remember now. It doesn’t matter now,” Marie said as she sat down on the couch in the living room.
“Actually, I’m feeling a bit hungry. Shall we go grab some breakfast? You know how much I enjoy IHOP,” said Paige. Marie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but went back down as reality fixed itself. They both liked IHOP very much.
“Sure,” she said. “Just give me a sec to get my shoes and we’ll head out.”
