Think Thin (dg, wg both, role reversal)

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Thank you all for your comments and support!

@greinskyn: Thank you so much for your comment! Great minds think alike because I don't like stories that go off the rails without the characters first trying to fight their altered states, so I hope I'm not spoiling anything, but the next seven clients will steadily degrade them until they share no resemblance to their former selves. As delicious as it would be, I won't have a morbidly obese woman coming into the clinic on a moped, cursing Georgia with 400 pounds of fat. That would be too sudden, and well, I couldn't take her story anywhere else except being bed-ridden. No doubt, they'll be 'well-fed' by the end of it, but I think steady progression is key.

@beatlemasterkingkong: Thank you so much for your kind words, and wow, do you have a far more creative mind than me! Thinking about side-effects or the machine being a means for some cosmically nefarious plan (Or what I imagined) is incredible, but I'm keeping it simple for now. But you asked a really excellent question that I want to address for internal logic's sake. Why wouldn't the milquetoast doctor and the morbidly obese Barb not use the machine on themselves? That's a really excellent point. I thought about it and even toyed with the idea of the pair being clients eventually to Victor and Georgia, but I decided against it. I feel like if you have the power to get whatever body you want, why rush things? The doctor and Barb like their relationship to big, strong Victor and sexy Georgia. I think that's what makes it thrilling for them. For example, Barb is clearly the last person you want to see in a weight loss clinic, and she knows that she is looked down upon by young and fit couples. So it's thrilling to her to see them sink to her level. Same for the doctor. Watching women who wouldn't give him the time of day, suddenly lose the beauty that cast the two into different classes is thrilling to him. Plus, I liked the power struggle between Victor-Barb, Doctor-Georgia, than vice versa. If I paired them according to their sex, with Barb using the machine to suddenly make Georgia obese and old and her, young and fit, I guess I wondered then where could I take the story after that change? Sorry for the long-winded reply, but it is a good question that I thought about for some time. And I'm already failing at my brevity promise, so I intend on writing a chapter a week and editing the current chapters to fit my idea.

So I'm hoping to get another chapter out by Sunday or Monday at the latest. It's 10 pm over here so I don't think I'll have anything tonight, but I do intend on finishing this story and showing you what Georgia and Victor will become!

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It's possible that the two doctors are merely two inter dimensional beings that are using human bodies as vessels.
And yes I agree, it would be too boring and basic if the story just gave both parties 400 pounds of blubber with slob traits and be over with it. What if instead they were able change how they got fat in the first place? To explain, what if the next patient was fat since childhood because of a food addiction or maybe a thyroid problem. So then he switches that trait he had, thus causing him to be skinny due to the changed past. In addition, we also get to see how it effects the other party like a changed history or how they struggle with it now. Or maybe environment change? Like being poor caused them the stress which caused them to get fat? Just some exploration ideas.

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@syconerd: Wow, great comment! In regards to giving traits that made their clients fat in the first place: That's exactly what I'm planning to do! I don't want to give anything away, but most of these clients (which, most are going to be heavy-set) are not just going to give all their fat to the two trainers. Most will give a 'good' amount, but they will also give traits that caused their weight gain in the first place. I probably didn't make it very apparent in the last chapter, but Eric was fat because he had a diminished member and a lack of confidence. He wanted a bigger tool and that gave him enough confidence to start losing weight. Spoiler alert, but one client (I don't know if I want it to be Georgia's or Victor's) will have a problem with 'food porn.' In that, his (or her) weight issues stemmed from their sexual gratification from food. So that trait that is given, will give either Georgia or Victor heightened tastebuds, a craving to binge, and an odd link to their sex drive. The more they eat junk foods that they know are bad for them, the more they will get turned on by this. So yeah, I know exactly what you mean, and will really play off that aspect of weight gain, and not just 'Georgia magically gains 100 pounds.'

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(So I had a few hours today to post a kind of 'interim' chapter before the next set of clients. Hope you like it!)




5:

It had been a rough couple of days for the pair. Victor and Georgia grappled with their newly found shortcomings by seeing very little of each other. Georgia shut herself away in the bedroom, only leaving to go to the convenience store on the corner to buy another twelve pack of beers and a handful of malt liquor bottles to be by her side in case she really sunk down.

Victor, instead, chose the gym, practically living there. He refocused his efforts on regaining the muscle and strength he had lost, and tried in vain to forget about his mushy stomach or his shorter stature, and...well....Victor used all his mental fortitude not to think about his cock.

Three days had passed since their first clients. It was a quarter past four in the afternoon, and dressed in nothing but cheap sweatpants and one of Victor’s oversized shirts, Georgia tossed back her fourth beer down her throat and gave a belch. Tanya was right. There was something about a few good beers to make a person forget about their no-good day. And their no-good future, she thought, tearing up at what was to come.

For a moment, Georgia thought about wallowing in her own misfortune like she did the past three nights, ending her evenings with more beer while standing in front of a mirror and sobbing to herself. But no, thought Georgia, I can lose this belly! I can fast! I can train my ass off! She said to herself.

She resolutely went to the bathroom connected to the bedroom and to the stainless steel scale beside the toilet. Its glistening face reminded her of that awful machine. She built up enough courage and placed her feet on it. She had to know what she was up against.

After a moment of calculation, the scale spoke up in a robotic voice: “167 pounds.”

“Thirty pounds of Tanya and 2 pounds from me wallowing this whole time. Okay.” She said, trying to sound motivated. “I got this. I know what I’ll do. I’ll run. Running burns loads of calories. If I restrict my diet and jog 6- no- 10 miles a day, I should have this belly gone in 3 weeks.”

But then this voice inside her head chirped up, taking on the cold, lifeless female voice from the machine. “But they’ll call before that. You know they will.”

“Shut up! Shut up! I can’t give up! I can’t just let them turn me into something I’m not!” Georgia said to herself. She looked back at all the empty cans strewn around the bedroom. She felt a large bubble of gas crawl up her esophagus and instinctively cupped her hands around her bloated stomach that was ever-so-slightly larger from her nights of binge-drinking.

Georgia snapped out of it. “I have to try! Victor is trying to!” Georgia exited the bathroom and went to the dresser and put on her most forgiving leggings and a waist trainer that matched the color of her leggings and velcro-ed it around her belly. It took some adjusting, but when she was finished, she looked back at the mirror and saw a familiar sleekness to her figure. This made her feel better. She opened another can of beer and started slurping without thinking, until she realized what she was doing and set it down.

The gas rose up and Georgia let out a large belch. “Okay, okay. I just need self-control. Four-ish beers in. I can still jog on that. A little buzzed, but I can-” She looked down at her half-finished beer.

“Carbs...carbs are good for a run,” She said and raised the can to her mouth. A second later, she dug out another and drank it within seconds. She felt her waist trainer groan. She patted it down and slid on her running shoes and headed out the door.



Victor was under the bar. It was a typical feeling. He was at home on the bench press. He had just put on 225 pounds to the barbell and was ready to do a high rep workout. This was light weight to him, but he felt a shiver of unease. For the past three days living in the gym, Victor had understood what losing 10 pounds of muscle meant to him. And with the added fat, Victor felt off. His sweaty brow and thinner arms made him a bit hesitant to un-rack the weight, but then he thought back to when he could do this weight for sets of 20 reps. Sure, he was weaker. But he couldn’t be that much weaker, could he?

He unracked the bar feeling a strain of weight in both his hands. He lowered the bar slowly, his back muscles going berserk while his arms wiggled with anxiety. When he brought the bar down onto his chest, it sunk down an inch with all its weight, and heaving up, Victor felt his muscles firing on all cylinders. The bar moved painfully slow up to the starting position. Victor racked the bar and pulled himself up, gasping for breath and feeling his burning chest.

A man who was watching Victor came over and congratulated him.

“What?” He said, taking out an earbud.

“I was watching you. You really grinded out that max, my dude.”

“That’s not my max.”

“Really? You were struggling hard, so if you need a spotter next time, I can-”

“Buddy, that wasn’t my max! I can do 20 reps of this weight. EASY.”

“Oh, okay. Flexing pretty hard, huh?” He said and walked away.

Jesus, Victor thought, what else am I going to lose?



Half a mile down the road there was a quaint little park with an eight mile hike and bike trail, just wide enough to allow cyclists and dog-walkers and everyday joggers to pass by each other. On a weekday in the afternoon there’s not many people who are out using the trail, which was a godsend for Georgia as she found herself puking in the bushes to the side of the trail. She had jogged with a pretty good pace from her apartment and made it onto the trail feeling good. She tried not to feel her belly sloshing against the waist trainer, or how with every dozen steps, a burp would free itself from her middle and make its way up to her open mouth, expelling between her ragged breaths. She tried hard to focus on the point ahead of her. She felt great in fact. Her blood was pumping. her muscular legs were on fire. Her booty bounced firmly with each step and when she passed a few men, they turned and stared as she jogged by. Just like old times.

She felt sexy again and forgot about her predicament. That is, until about the fourth mile where her stomach tightened and she felt 60 ounces of beer turn against her. Rushing towards the nearest foliage, she spewed onto the ground while a guy who was passing by, saw her bend over near the bush.

She didn’t hear him as he called out to her. “Damn girl, where’d you get that booty?”

The waist trainer was killing her. As her diaphragm pushed at her stomach, causing her to heave, the waist trainer dug painfully into her sides.

“I said, girl, do you need some ass-istance, huh?” He said walking off the trail towards her, staring at her wide hips and thick thighs.

She didn’t hear the guy. She was only focused on the waist trainer. She couldn’t take the pain anymore. With one quick motion, she turned around and grabbed the waist trainer and ripped it off her abdomen. Like some cartoonish farce, a lumpy fat belly materialized on Georgia’s slim frame, covered in sweat and puckered white by the constrictive belt. It looked positively absurd on Georgia’s otherwise svelte frame. So much so, that the guy leapt back.

“Oh shit girl,” He said.

Georgia wiped the snot and spittle off her face and looked at the guy.

“What did you do? Eat fifty cheeseburgers before you ran?” He said, laughing, staring at her exposed gut.

“What? No-” She said, suddenly embarrassed.

“I guess every girl has her work-in-progress. Ha ha!” He said, walking away.

Georgia looked down at her plump belly. In vain, she tried squeezing it into non-existence...



Georgia walked the rest of the way home feeling sick. Back in her apartment, she resisted drinking away her sorrow and instead, wrote a game plan for the next few weeks. A few minutes later, Victor came home and saw Georgia sitting at the kitchen table. She looked up and thought about covering the belly that rode up over her leggings, but she decided against it.

Seeing Georgia not locked away was a good sign to Victor, so he took a seat across from her.

He looked at what she was writing.

“A training program,” She answered for him. “To get rid of 32 pounds of fat.”

“Really?” He looked underneath the table, getting a glance at her stomach. Georgia crossed her legs. The pair hadn’t fully been aware of each other’s changes. Georgia was too mad at Victor for this predicament, so she forced him to sleep on the sofa and take his showers at the gym. Except for leaving the clinic, Victor hadn’t once gotten the ‘whole picture’ of Georgia’s transformation. And for now, Georgia didn’t want him to-

“I mean,” He said, “It doesn’t look like 32 pounds.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m going to lose it.”

“Yeah, well, I’m getting back to my normal self too-”

“Really?” She said, looking at Victor. “You’re getting back to your normal height over at the gym?”

“Hey shut up. I didn’t know these were crazy people here!” He spat. “Don’t blame me! Besides, I got the worst of it!”

“Really?! I don’t see a beer gut on you!”

“No, but I gained 20 pounds of fat and I lost 10 pounds of muscle!”

Georgia looked him over. “I was wondering why your arms looked smaller.” She said, going back to her notepad.

“Ha ha, okay, let’s attack one another here. That will do us any good.”

Georgia paused. “I’m sorry.” She said, her tone changing, “I guess it’s not all your fault, but-”

“Baby, listen to me- we can leave! We can go away somewhere and forget all about this! You can lose the belly fat and I can get back what I lost and well- I'm just saying we’re not doomed. They don’t control us!”

Georgia wanted to believe him, but what the Doctor had told her earlier made her think otherwise.

“I don’t know,” She said, “Let’s just keep our minds occupied and off this whole thing.”

“You know, baby,” He said lowering his voice, “We haven’t had...well...you know what could keep our minds occupied?”

“Seriously? Is this just your way to see how fat my gut is?”

“Girl-! No! I love you, Georgia!” He said defensively. “I’m not going to lie and say that I am not a superficial guy because of course I love your body, but come on, am I that shallow?”

“Yes, I think you are.”

“Georgia, I am the most vulnerable one here. I...I don’t want to show you what they also took from me, but I will if it means we can get intimate and...make love.”

Make love? Victor never said those things before. He used to call it fucking, smashing, or just ‘slapping that ass around.’ Did they take away his male ego too? Maybe some testosterone as well?

“I don’t understand. What else did they take?” She said.

Victor sighed and stood up. He looked at Georgia for a moment then pulled down his shorts, revealing a three inch flaccid cock resting on his large, bulging testicles. It looked like a pitiful Vienna sausage where before it hung down weightily below his balls, waiting to be woken up like a hungry dog.

Georgia stared at it for a moment. As the seconds passed, Victor became more and more self-conscious. “Obviously, that’s not erect. I mean, it’s still a good size, but well, that shithead took half of me.”

“Half?”

“Yeah...” He said. His eyes glistening.

“Babe, it’s alright,” She said, “You were kind of ...too big for me. Now, I bet...” She said, standing up. As she plodded over to where Victor stood, he couldn’t help but to stare at her mushroom belly.

She lowered herself down to the floor. She noted how her face was almost in line with Victor’s cock. Before, given his height, he had to lean down for her to play with his spear. Now, the two were almost the same height, which was proving to be more practical. At least when it came to dick-sucking.

She looked at it for a moment. Even flaccid, Victor’s cock used to appear club-like. Now, it looked like any average cock she’s seen before. The true reveal is when it’s erect. Georgia’s curiosity went into overdrive. She started pinching the tip of Victor’s cock. Its little head, easily fitting between her fingers.

Then she started tugging on it, little by little. Victor groaned. As it started to grow, Georgia licked the tip and kissed the shaft, then slowly worked her mouth around his penis, sliding his member over her tongue. Georgia felt Victor’s strong hands grip the back of her head. His penis growing longer and longer, but not seeming to get any thicker. When she could feel that he wasn’t getting anymore erect, she pulled his penis out of her mouth and looked at it.

Was it half? She thought. The length was average to her, but the thickness wasn’t there. She took him easily into her mouth and remembered when his heaving cock used to gag and suffocate her with its girth. Now, she barely felt in any danger. She pushed his cock down as far as it went, barely gagging her. She worked on it faster and faster. Victor grabbed the back of her head.

“I want you to choke on it, bitch.” He growled, sounding like his old self. Georgia was nowhere near choking, but knew what he wanted. She made some gag noises and gripped his buttocks as if trying to tap out. After a few seconds, he came down her throat. He pulled her head off his cock and looked down at Georgia who acted like she was dying for air.

“I see I can still make you choke-” He said, smiling. Georgia flashed a fake grin and wiped semen off her mouth. She looked at his retreating cock and wondered if he had ejaculated this quickly before.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to make you scream.” He said.

Doubtful, thought Georgia.

Just then, Victor’s phone buzzed with a text message. Still feeling high from the blow job, he picked up the phone and read the text. His face darkened.

Still on her knees, Georgia looked up at Victor. She knew exactly who sent the message.

“10 in the morning. Next clients. Don’t be late.” Was all it read.

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@hgrambly2

That was a delightful ''interim' chapter; it's fun to see how the duo are adjusting to their own and each others changes.

I liked the power struggle between Victor-Barb, Doctor-Georgia, than vice versa.

Oh I see that 100%. It's cute to watch the dynamic flip, seeing the 'better-than-everyone' Victor and Georgia loose themselves bit by bit until Barb and the Doc are in a league far above them, without Barb or the Doc even having to change.

I'm thrilled to see how they fare with the next round of clients.

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Hey guys! So unfortunately I'm starting a few medical courses this week on top of a full-time job. So all my free time is limited at the moment. I still intend on writing a chapter a week, so I hope to find the time around Saturday to push out another chapter! I'm really looking forward to it because I have fun things planned for Georgia and Victor. Just to give you a taste, Georgia's next client is a Mother of 2 who has 20-30 pounds of good ol' mommy fat to offload, a desire to 'feel younger,' and a trouble with lactating breasts that she'll be more than happy to give to Georgia .
And with Victor, I have planned for him to meet an underweight, below-average-height pip-squeak who aims to usurp a good bit of Victor's muscle and more of his height. I might add more to this client, but right now I want the pair to experience a 'gradual' increase in degradation, until about the fourth set of clients where things get really out of their comfort zone! So please be patient if it takes me longer than usual to post!

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(I'm sorry guys for posting so late and especially for posting a part just before the tf's, but I couldn't get into the whole thing without proper free time. This is rushed, but hopefully when I really devote some time on the second clients, I will really work on a good chapter. I hope to post a very substantial part 2 by Wednesday!!!)



6: Second Round of Clients: Cassie Whitmier and Mark Lintle (Pt. 1)


Like any power couple, Georgia and Victor did not immediately admit defeat when they saw the text message. Sure, an overwhelming feeling of presentiment washed over Georgia’s face, and Victor’s stomach sunk two feet into his gut, but they were tenacious, stubborn, and unwilling to let inevitability dictate their fate. Once Victor read out the message, Georgia shook her head.

“They can’t force us. No, no, no I won’t go!” She said, looking slightly up at Victor.

Victor echoed her defiance and doubled his determination by telling her that they won’t do a single thing to them.

“They would have to physically take us to the clinic! I’d like to see that fat toad and that twiggy nerd try!” He growled. Victor went over to the stack of folders that were given to them that detailed each of their clients. He heaped them altogether in his strong hands and threw him into the trash can and started taking the can to the door.

“Fuck them. We don’t need their clients! And we sure don’t need their money!”

Georgia watched as he went out and disposed of the trash. When he came back, Georgia sat down and started texting on Victor’s phone.

“What are you doing?”

Georgia continued to type. “I’m just telling them that we’re no longer their trainers. We’ll give back the money and everything.”

“You don’t have to do that. Fuck ‘em, I said!”

Georgia set down the phone. “There.”

Within seconds, the phone buzzed on the table.

Georgia looked at the text. “You can’t back out of the contract you signed. We WILL see you two tomorrow.”

“The nerve of the fucking guy,” Said Victor as he pushed down his muscle tee over his pudgy middle. Victor was a meat-head. He didn’t pick up on the tone of the text, but Georgia did. She knew that they had power over her. She didn’t know how. Maybe it was hypnosis, or maybe...she didn’t want to think about that. Nevertheless, she knew that it might not be too farfetched to assume that the power they used in that room could be used in a text. Maybe just reading that text established control over the two? Maybe they were already programmed to go tomorrow, whether they liked it or not? Georgia shuddered.

Throughout the day and into the evening, Georgia tried to believe in what Victor was saying. She wanted to believe that the doctor could go fuck himself or that the toad lady couldn’t possibly make it up their stairs to come snatch the two. It was a silly image to picture in one’s mind, but Georgia knew that they didn’t need to force them physically to the clinic. Little by little she felt it. Their control was rooted deep into her psyche. She didn’t want to tell Victor. She tried reassuring him that it was over, and by the time they usually went to sleep, Georgia was back to holding Victor’s large, muscular frame in their soft, cozy bed. Before Georgia went to sleep, she tried convincing herself of one more lie before she slipped into unconsciousness.

During the night, Victor slept soundly while Georgia unlatched her body from Victor and begun to toss and turn. She was having a most terrible dream where she was the guest of honor at a party filled with overweight and obese partygoers. Dressed in a spectacularly slimming green dress, Georgia floated from room to room, collecting compliments right and left as the guests told her how lovely she looked, or how positively gorgeous her figure was. She was beaming. The center of attention and the apple of men’s desires, she felt her sexuality radiate and glow. Then she came to the main room where they had set up a small wooden stage. On the stage was a chair and a man in a ringleader outfit, looking in Georgia’s direction. When she entered the room, the guests fell silent and all revelry was snuffed out like a candle. All of a sudden, the guests stared at Georgia, and the man on the stage called out her name. Reluctantly, she made her way through fat bosoms and cannonball guts and onto the stage.

The man tipped his top hat and told her that the chair was there for when she felt ‘fatigued.’

Georgia smiled uneasily as she saw all the round faces look up at her. She didn’t know what to do or what to say. Then a woman spoke up.

“Fifteen pounds.” Was all she said. Georgia was confused, but then she felt a rush of warm liquid pour into her body. Her dress stretched as fat began to push against her middle. Within seconds, Georgia sported a nice belly and the woman who gave her fifteen pounds, looked less blocky and more curvy and sinister.

“My gut too!” Shouted a man in the crowd, stepping forward. His prominent middle weighed down his trousers, but as soon as yelled it, the gut vanished and his pants fell to the floor. The crowd burst out laughing at the sight, but then doubled in volume when they all turned and saw their Aphrodite on the stage lean forward a fifty pound feed sack sloped across her legs; the sheer size making her once powerful thighs and ass look small in comparison.

“My cha-cha's!” Said a woman who grabbed her F size breasts and shook them one last time before giving them to Georgia.

Immediately, Georgia’s bra snapped completely off as her breasts grew to the size of melons, stretching down onto her beer belly like tired slugs. Georgia tried hard to stand up straight, but the near 70 pounds of fat that they gave her was placed in front of her. She leaned on the man next to her, trying her best to keep her balance as a wide-hipped woman came forward and cried out, “My big black ass!”

Georgia suddenly felt her frame evening out. The fifty pounds of ass-fat acted as a counter-weight. As her ass began to fill with sloppy fat, feeling her dress ride up her over plumpening thighs, Georgia felt like the new placement of fat was exactly the counterbalance she needed to stand up straight. Her ass continued to surge outward, pushing her spine backward.

After the woman with the diminished frame sauntered away, and her frame now 100 pounds heavier, Georgia thought it was over.

Then they all spoke up at once, and the floodgates were open. Georgia felt her body expand in all directions. 100 pounds....200 pounds...300 pounds...400 pounds...A whole crowd of fat hogs gifting Georgia with their years of gluttony and laziness and above all, rich buttery fat.

Georgia’s gut dragged against the floor; her ass grew so wide that her arms rested against the sides of them. As she crested 600 pounds, her muscles gave and she flopped onto the floor, immediately supine on the stage, her belly growing larger and larger in her pudgy vision. Her ass raising her higher and higher into the air. As the fat started maxing out her gut and ass and tits, it went in other direction, fattening up each of her fingers, creating a band of fat under her chin and puffening up her cheeks. When the cries died down, Georgia felt the flow of fat had ceased.

The man beside her placed his hand on the apex of her gut. it was so massive that it rose three feet from the floor.

“She really let herself go, didn’t she?” He said to the crowd of thin patrons. An eruption of laughter drowned out the wailing cries from Georgia...



Victor went into the kitchen to start breakfast and found Georgia seated at the table, sipping on coffee, staring at the wall in front of her. The clock read 9:35. Victor usually didn’t sleep in that late, but he was cutting himself a break. When he felt the space in their bed where Georgia was supposed to be, he thought nothing of it, going back to sleep, picturing Georgia taking in an early morning run.

“You’re dressed up for a workout.” He said, noticing her purple legging and pink shirt that was baggy enough to hide her belly. He could still see a slight indentation of her belly button though. Her hair was pulled back and it looked like she applied a little bit of makeup. The same amount she does when she’s meeting a new client.

Georgia kept staring at the wall. “I didn’t want to get dressed up, Victor. I wanted to sleep in or at least lay in the bed next to you.”

“Then....why didn’t you?” He said, not understanding the tone of voice she was taking-

“Because I HAD TO GET DRESSED!” She yelled.

“Whoa, calm down, baby-”

“Look at me! I’m dressed up! I don’t want to be dressed up! And look at you! You’re dressed up too!”

“Yeah, I mean- okay? I still don’t understand-”

“How about this, then? Victor, take off your clothes.”

“Oh nice, are we going to-” He said, grabbing the bottom of his shirt. He had both hands on his top, but for some reason he couldn’t lift up his shirt- “Wait....Hold up....” He said, confused. He struggled, trying to command his arms to do a simple task. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t take off his shirt.

“That’s what I mean.” Said Georgia. “I didn’t want to get dressed, but something is making me-” Georgia stood up, throwing her off-guard. She took a few steps towards the door. So did Victor. They looked at each other like something was possessing the two.

“Victor-” She whimpered.

“What the fuck is going-” He said, robotically picking up his keys and wallet from the nightstand by the door.

Georgia opened the door.

“They’re controlling us!” She cried.

“Fuck-” He said, walking out the door.



Throughout the car ride over, Victor tried everything to put his foot on the brakes or turn the steering wheel a different direction- anything- but he couldn’t. Georgia could see that he was powerless and sobbed to herself the whole ride over.

Pulling up to the clinic, they saw the twisted pair standing in front, waving to them, sinisterly smiling.

They got out of the car and went up the steps without a word.

They stopped two feet from the Doctor and Barb.

“I told you we’ll see you two again.” He said. Barb cackled.

“Bright and early.” She said.

“Come on,” Said the Doctor, “These two clients are so eager for the session that they’re already in the rooms.”

The two followed them in the clinic and into the hallway. The group split up, going their separate ways, but before Georgia and Victor went through their prospective doors, they paused, and fighting against the control of their masters, they looked at each other one last time before being changed forever...

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(Sorry guys for the delay. This is a rough rough draft. I did this in two sitting with not much time to spare. I'll try to edit it some more when I get a chance. I'll try to get the final part to Chapter 6 out by Sunday or Monday. Enjoy!)






6 contd. (Part 2) Georgia and the Mom Bod



In the all-too-familiar room sat Cassie Whitmier. Georgia immediately noticed her tired expression and the dark circles formed on her porcelain skin. Her dull red hair was unkempt, falling wherever it liked around her round face and onto her shoulders. She looked at Georgia slowly walking behind the Doctor like a sad puppy and smirked.

“She’s a bit dumpy in the middle,” looking at Georgia’s paunch that puckered like a doughball around the tops of her tight leggings. When Georgia heard this, she immediately adjusted her loose-fitting shirt, thinking that it rode up on her, but in doing so, she stretched the fabric taut against her stomach, giving Cassie a better view of her gut.

“Jesus, she can train with that thing bouncing around?” She said with a tone of an overworked and unappreciated Mother.

Georgia blushed and looked at the Doctor, who only chuckled and told her to take a seat.

“No,” Said Cassie. Both the Doctor and Georgia looked at Cassie, surprised by the parental authority in her voice. Cassie got out of her chair and walked over to Georgia.

Cassie’s posture was bent and her gait was wide and plodding. From years of child-rearing and sitting on her ass, Cassie’s frame took on a good fifty pounds of plush, jiggly fat. It mostly settled in her hips where they flared out from her pelvis, supported by fat thighs stuffed in cheap capri pants. Georgia didn’t have to look at her from behind to know that her ass was just as big and wide, as she’s seen this kind of body before. It was a Mom bod. Big, shapeless ass and thighs that scraped together, robbing a woman the delicate gracefulness of femininity and instead, a kind of a bullish-like waddle, without the walk of seduction, and without the stride of sexuality. Accompanying her meaty thighs and large, expansive ass-cheeks was a muffin-top that neither sat still against the lip of her belt, nor obeyed any instruction from its master, as it seemed to always stick out from under a shirt, or ooze over the tops of her pants. And where there was once a set of perky breasts, somewhere between a B and C cup, now rested heavily against her spine, two heaving, milk-filled teats the size of melons, straining against her well-worn bra, straining against her cheap blouse, and making their hungry presence known as little stains on her shirt.

Georgia watched as her thumping steps shook every inch of fat on her body. This wasn’t no ordinary fat that huddled in groups and weighed the body down as a beer belly or thick, powerful ass cheeks. No, this was Mommy fat. Slightly lighter than normal fat, but just as unbecoming to the figure. It could jiggle with the slightest tremor. It could move like waves on a water-bed. It could bounce and flap and wobble like jell-o. Georgia gulped. This was the worst fat to have. She could just imagine herself having Cassie’s ass to run with. The feeling of it as she took long strides down a sidewalk. Unlike other fat that would simply bounce with each foot-fall, Cassie’s ass wouldn’t just bounce- It would gyrate. Slap. Shake in all directions. Each butt-cheek would fight against one another. Bands of fat supporting the lower cheeks would roll and undulate up and down, from side-to-side. Georgia imagined having that kind of ass to work with. She thought that if she could stand it long enough and keep the swinging bags of fat from displacing her step, maybe Georgia could get a mile down the trail before the rubbing was too much. But that was if she had the courage to even run with such a large ass in the first place. Again, Georgia knew the answer. Vanity is, after all, a double-edged sword.

Cassie stopped a few feet from her. Georgia smelt the faint whiff of baby vomit and mushy carrots on her. Georgia was taller than Cassie by five inches, but she still felt small and insignificant in her piercing stare. She could do anything to her, thought Georgia. Anything to reduce her status.

Cassie looked her up and down. She grabbed at her shirt. Georgia started fighting back, but she heard the Doctor command her to stop.

Cassie smiled and continued her little examination. she lifted up Georgia’s shirt and pushed down her leggings to get a better view of her belly. “Wow,” She said, and pinched it hard with one hand, “This can't be your doing.” She said, looking at Georgia’s pained face. A tear was forming in her right eye.

“No, that was the first client. Heavy beer drinker.”

“Ahh,” She said and dropped the shirt. “She is cute though. Almost as thin as I once was before I had kids.”

Cassie went around to get a better view of her backside. “Thick though. That all muscle?” She asked, placing her hand on Georgia’s ass. She gave it a small slap and noticed its firmness. “That’s a yes.”

Georgia felt violated.

“That must’ve took months to get. Such a big, firm ass. Every girl wants one nowadays. I mean, I can tell you how to get a big ass...” She said, coming around to Georgia’s front. With her back turned, Cassie bent forward, letting her loose-fitting size 16 jeans spread across her ample hips. Georgia looked down at her shapeless ass cheeks gobbling up the fabric. They were more wide than prominent. The kind of ass you got from sitting all day. “Just pop out a few kids. It does wonders for your metabolism. It will get just as big, but I guess it wouldn’t be as firm and...shapely.” She said, turning back around.

“Please...I don’t...”

“Tut-tut,” Said the Doctor. Georgia’s mouth clamped shut. “Let’s get started.” He said, motioning to the chairs.

The Doctor and Cassie sat at the opposite end while Georgia sat in her usual place.

The Doctor pulled out a notepad. “So how does this work again? Do I just give her the things I don’t want?”

“Yes, exactly. But you’ll only have one transfer window, so make it count.”

“Okay, then,” Cassie staring at Georgia, a most diabolical grin slowly manifesting on her face. “Let’s start with the obvious. My weight.”

“Plea-” Georgia squeaked, but couldn’t finish the word due to the Doctor’s piercing stare.

“I won’t give you all my fat. That’s probably a good fifty pounds. No, I just want to give you some. Let’s say 60%? And make it mostly from my ass.” She said, looking at the Doctor, making sure he wrote that note down.

“From....ass... Okay...”

“Next, I think this will be the greatest gift a Mother can give to any woman who might want children one day, and that’s these babies-” She said, groping her large tits which easily overflowed in her hands. “But not just fat. No, they’re not size F’s because of fat. See, when I had my first child, I had problems with lactation. I could barely fill a baby’s bottle if I tried. So they put me on a special hormone treatment, and by the end of the trial, I could produce as much milk as a cow!”

Georgia’s eyes widened.

“God, the sensation of being able to feel one breast engorged in 500 cc’s of milk was incredible. And where I used to slave away on a nipple just to get a few drops, now I could give a light squeeze and it spray like a faucet!”

Georgia looked down at her heaving tits. She could the stain of milk get larger and more prominent.

Cassie noticed and looked up at Georgia. “But that’s the rub. I want to get back in shape. But ever since my last child, I can’t stop producing milk. I’m fine with just having two children, so I don’t think I’ll need my mammary glands anymore. It’s hard for a mother. Any rubbing or excessive movement, or even sexual thoughts, stimulation....can make these puppies soil themselves. So you could imagine exercise being out of the question! How do you feel about that?”

The Doctor looked at Georgia’s stunned face. “Answer her.”

“Please....I don’t want...milking breasts! I’m only 23, I can’t have my tits-”

“That’s another thing,” Cassie said, cutting her off. “Without some fat and my milk glands, I feel like I can start taking better care of myself. My husband sure does, and sometimes he prods me about my weight and this and that, but I tell him, Jerry- why don’t you have two kids and see how your body reacts! That’s why I have one more request-”

“Anything-” Said the Doctor.

“It sounds strange. I mean, I doubt you can do this, but I’m 33. I want to be the age just before I got pregnant.”

“I don’t see why we can’t,” Said Dr. Pleniflora. Readying his pen to the paper, he asked, “And what age would that be?”

“Her age. 23.”

Georgia nearly fainted. She didn’t know how they could do that. To take youth away and give it to another person, but she knew it could probably be done.

“Delightful,” Said the Doctor, “So we’ll swap ages. Cassie will be a young, vivacious 23 year old woman, and Georgia here will be thirty-three!” Seeing Georgia’s expression, the Doctor tried to allay her fright by saying, “Don’t worry, Georgia, with age comes grace and maturity-”

“And these guys-” Said Cassie, pushing at her crow’s feet and splotchy skin.

“So shall we?” He asked Cassie.

“Yes, we shall.” She said.

The Doctor directed her to the platform on the right. Cassie plodded up to the platform and maneuvered her large behind up the step. When she was firmly on the platform, the old familiar voice resonated in the room:

“Female. Age, 33. Height, 5 feet 4 inches. Weight, 195 pounds.”

“Oh dang, I gained two pounds,” She said, “Oh well, I guess you’ll have to take it!” She said, looking at Georgia as she started up the platform. She tried hard to fight it, but the Doctor had too much control on her.

“Female. Age, 23. Height, 5 feet 9 inches. Weight, 167 pounds.”

“Gained a few, I see.” Said the Doctor. Georgia looked away.

“Okay, let me just input the information, and....”

“Do it.” Said Cassie. Without a word, the Doctor pressed the button and started the transfer.

This time, Georgia felt a multitude of sensations all around her body. The most vocal of the sensations caused her almost to fall forward in pain. It was as if someone was jabbing her tits with a million little needles and injecting each spot with little hungry balloons that buzzed and grew. Within seconds, she felt her tits fill with fat. they drooped and lost some of their perkiness in the cups. The shoulder straps dug against her skin. Her nipples felt strange too, growing half an inch longer and poking through her fabric as her innocent pink areolas grew darker and bigger. Then she felt it. She never felt it in her life, but it was as if her tits had individual bladders and those bladders started to fill up with milk. It was an odd sensation. A pressure-filled sensation that doubled and tripled as she felt more and more milk was being produced. She saw how they pushed out her tits and weighed them down. The feeling grew more and more prominent as her overexcited glands pumped out more milk. The skin across her tits felt tight. The weight kept piling onto her breasts until her bra snapped and one of her breasts fell out, her nipple pressing against her shirt. Then she felt it. The teasing sensation. Her nipple! It was so sensitive! Her shirt was made from the softest cotton, yet against her one-inch long nipple, it felt like sandpaper!

She tried staying in one place, but as her tits continued to fill with milk, her freed nipple kept rubbing up against her shirt. The Doctor thrilled in seeing her discomfort and gave her the ability to talk while the changes were being made.

“What do you feel, Georgia?”

“Oh God...Oh!” She said, trying to control her nipple. That’s all she was thinking about. “I...Oh God...I can feel my tits...Jesus, I can feel fluid building....God! They’re so sensitive! And so...Sore!”

“I can see!” He said, his eyes anchored to Georgia’s breasts. He had a front row seat to her first change, as in a matter of seconds, her breasts went from a perky C cup to a large pair of utters with arresting nipples spearing through her shirt.

“Do you need to milk them, honey?” Cassie’s voice was heard floating over the terminal. She flung over her sweaty bra, landing near Georgia’s feet. “You can use that, honey. I don’t need it anymore.”

The cups looked so deep and big. Georgia could only imagine what was happening to Cassie. But her mind couldn’t focus on that. Only the sensation. That strange sensation almost akin to urination, but worse because it felt almost sexual to Georgia. It was almost as if she needed to cum. She focused on the nipple and soon it happened. Her breasts were filled to the brim. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She needed to-

“Oh God!” She screamed as both her tits started lactating on their own, flooding her shirt with pale white liquid, wetting her shirt and pouring down her legs. She screamed as if she were orgasming- the sensation felt so new and odd. Jets of milk pushed out her shirt and drenched it down the middle.

Streams of milk soaked through her legging and pooled around her running shoes. As the last few ounces squeezed out of her, Georgia shook with an orgasm tremoring through her. only a breathless whimper could be heard as she felt her whole body covered in milk.

As her nipples continued to drip, Georgia felt another sensation. This one was all too-familiar and she nearly screamed when she heard the fabric in her leggings start to moan as new found pounds of fat started pouring into her ass cheeks. It a matter of seconds, her shapely, powerful thighs were swallowed up in cellulite that turned her hard quads and dynamite hamstrings into a tree-trunks of fat. They were made even wider as her once curvacious ass was remodeled into a wide and bland butt.

The Doctor marveled in the way Georgia’s body was becoming a statue in reverse. Fat continued to bubble and pool around her middle, giving her bulbous belly more of a feminine look as overripe love handles appeared on her sides. Georgia’s face softened a bit and every exquisite display of muscle was hidden under a rich layer of mommy fat. Where once stood a Goddess, now appeared a frumpy housewife with a pronounced gut and a big caboose. The Doctor no longer saw a fitness model or trainer. He could only see a client looking for a way out of her chubby prison.

Georgia wept. “Is it over?” She said when she couldn’t feel her body expanding anymore.

“Not quite. There’s still one more-”

Georgia froze stiff. Every inch of her body, from her skin to her muscles to her skeleton and brain, all of it was being sapped. She couldn’t describe it really. A wave of fatigue. A little sensation here or there. Increments of time moving her body forward, aging her rapidly, creating wrinkles where there wasn’t any; softening muscles; pushing forward her spine; making her hair a little less youthful. Ten years difference isn’t much to a man, but to a woman, it is night and day, as Georgia’s overall vivacity and radiance faded. Her skin became splotchy. The lighting did her less favors. What muscle she clung onto underneath a cocoon of fat weakened and shrunk. When it was over, Georgia felt tired and not as sharp.

“New adjustment: Female. Age, 33. Height, Five Feet and Nine Inches. New weight...201 pounds.”

Georgia looked around her, confused.

Then came Cassie’s: “New adjustment: Female. Age, 23. Height, Five Feet and Four Inches. New weight, 161 pounds.”

“You can come around, Cassie. It’s done.”

Cassie sprightly skipped off the platform and went over to Georgia.

“Oh my God!” She said.

“Oh my God...!” Said Georgia, seeing Cassie in her new appearance. The reduction in age tightened Cassie’s face and erased the dark circles under her eyes. Her hair seemed more vibrant too. Cassie’s breasts were significantly smaller in her shirt, close to a perky set of B cup tits. Her 34 pound weight loss added to her youth. Her legs looked more slender and her ass smaller and more complimentary to her figure.

As Cassie held up her clothes from falling, she couldn’t help but to drink in Georgia’s presence. Not one minute ago, Georgia looked like a sexy vixen. And now, she reminded Cassie of one of her Mommy friends.

“God, you look...you look amazing!” She said while Georgia continued to stare. The age progression seemed too much for her. She suddenly felt like taking a nap.

Cassie toured around Georgia’s body, prodding her fat ass and tickling her heavy tits.

“You don’t look like a trainer anymore, but you’re kind of cute with this pudge.” She said. She picked up the bra on the floor.

“Take off your shirt, darling.” She said, coming around to her front. When she refused, the Doctor spoke up.

“Do as she says.”

Georgia immediately threw off her shirt.

Cassie looked at the bra barely holding in one breast while the other was smothering the cup with its veiny tit-flesh. “These cute bras you like will no longer work. It’s time to consider reinforced all-purpose boobie cages for these utters.” She said, undoing Georgia’s Victoria Secret lace bra and attaching her old bra onto her. Noticing how it was still too small for Georgia, Cassie rejoiced and said, “Oh honey, you’re a G-cup now! That’s bigger than me!” Cassie looked down at her small breasts. “Well, what I used to be.” She unclasped the bra, allowing her large tits to flop onto her soft middle. Cassie admired them, how they sagged down her ribcage. How the areolas were dark and nipples stiff and welcoming. Even with the aging and extra weight gain, they still preserved a bit of perkiness that kept the nipples from pointing down, but she could see what the overactive mammary glands did to their general globular shape. How it widened her tits and heaved them outward.

“Here’s a tip. Get a loose-fitting bra. You may be a G cup in the morning, but when those teats fill up with milk, you can fill up an H or even an I-cup!” Georgia could only stare horrified as her now massive tits were on display to the Doctor and Cassie.

“But one more thing. Don’t think that by not milking, it will just go away. It won’t. IF you neglect them, You’ll learn what ‘milking the bed’ means very, very quickly.”

“Why me?” Said Georgia, choked up.

“Why not?” Said Cassie, giving Georgia a winking nod.

“See ya, Mommy Milkers!” She said, sauntering off and out the door.

[Nelo]

This was very entertaining!
I love seeing Georgie's shifting and the mommy fat being slapped on was just perfect for the former trainer... Really excited for this story! Thank you for continuing to work on it.

[allthosecurves]

Love what I've read thus far. Great job hgrambly!