Jen waddled down the beach, her new lower body swaying with each step. She could feel it jiggle and swing, and dared not look down until she was either swapped again or got to the Pacific.
Jen cried out as the Pacific came closer and closer, "Anyone, please, touch me!" No one responded, nor did anyone look up from their books, or their phones, or stop their games. If anyone did, it was only in mesmerization by her massive ass. Jen began to cry, to panic, as the Pacific loomed ever closer. Several people got close to touching, within inches, which drove Jen mad.
Soon enough, she felt the cold foam of the ocean grace her toes. "No! Nooo!" she screamed out, the weight of her lower body now painfully obvious. Just as she turned from the water, she felt someone fall on her massive derriere after failing to catch a frisbee. "Fuck!" she yelled, both at the sensation of the person being engulfed in her ass, and also at the sudden touch just after it would have been effective. This, however, was soon pushed to the back of her mind as the force of the persons leap caused her to fall face-first on the sand. She felt her ass slap the ground, lurching forward, coming almost to her shoulder blades. It jiggled heavily behind her.
Jen looked back, and began to cry. Where once was her toned, cheerleader muscle now lay a jiggling mound, no, mountain of fat, twin mounds rising even above her head in their height. Jen felt trapped by their weight, wondering how she was going to get up. They spread behind her wider than her shoulders, almost as far as her arms could reach, the water wafting gently on her massive hips and thighs.
"I'm so sorry for slamming into you, miss! I must not ha- wait, is that you, Jen?"