Just as she begins to speak, a horrific belch wells up in her throat, shaking all the furniture in the apartment. Her fat gut begins grumbling violently, giving her intense pain. Marina struggles to curl into the fetal position because of her new size, and then she releases the mother of all ass blasts. A visible cloud began to form around her, her fairy maid left lost in the growing stink cloud. After what seemed like forever, she tried to uncurl, only leading to another loud, hot blast. Marina started to tear up over her cramped stomach. “This isn’t fun, this hurts! Make it stop!” she screamed in a huskier, deeper tone. If she wasn’t in so much pain from her cramps, she would find that a bit weird and wrong. Her fairy friend tried to soothe her master’s fat gut, massaging it with her hands and her magic, which seemed to quell the cramps.
After a 5 minute ass ripper of a fart and 30 minutes of massaging, Marina decided to get up and assess the damage. Her already trashed dump of an apartment was now unfurnished, her fart must’ve caused them to fly out of the window or something. The only thing she saw was a slightly stained mattress and a brown and green stained couch swimming in sewage. Her fairy maid was quick to point out, “you might need to check yourself, you seem different from back here...” Marina couldn’t help but be slightly curious, so she slowly rose to her wobbly feet, realizing she hasn’t really been walking on her new weight. After almost falling into the sludge underneath her, she made it to a mirror, her maid following closely behind her. She used her magic to show her master exactly what she was talking about, extending the mirror to her gigantic skunk ass. Just beneath her tail and between her gigantic cheeks was a black donut where her asshole would be. “Huh...” she said, unconcerned. She looked back at herself as the mirror began to revert back to its normal size, facing her front. Her lips seemed a little bit bigger, both sets. She started to feel hot, making her musk worse, turning the fairy on. “Hey, Marina? Do you wanna sprawl out on the mattress and let me spoil you for a minute?” She said seductively, the feeling not missed by the fat (and now horny) skunk. The fairy magically cast a large shaft, radiating the same musk coming off of Marina. Her nipples perked up, along with Marina’s, and before long she was ramming the skunkette’s black donut ass with her shaft. The skunk came first, squirting on her already stained mattress, and went limp. Not too much later, the fairy emptied her magic shaft into the skunk’s donut asshole, then laid on top of her and fell asleep.
Waking up three hours later, Marina wiped her eyes and rolled over, somehow able to use her legs despite her weight. She walked over to the fridge and blew out a fart, a little surprised at the liquid that came out. She looked at the fairy, passed out with her own swollen gut blowing farts in her sleep, and decided that she was gonna go out. She managed to find an extremely large bra in her clothes pile upstairs and a matching pair of panties, both stained and smelly from the laundry she doesn’t do anymore, and attempted to put them on. With enough effort, she got them to fit, and checked herself over, flaunting some cute poses that would look good if she wasn’t 600 lbs. It didn’t matter to her, she felt cute and continued to dig through her pile of clothes, finding a tent-like pair of booty shorts that she once again struggled to put on. Digging through the clothes pile one more time, she found a worn out, dingy heart shirt that was supposed to be baggy and oversized, but on her barely fit, exposing her furry belly. Marina was ready to go out, putting her fingers through her hair as it magically blew out and blinking fast as makeup and lipstick magically appeared on her face. Leaving her mess and fairy maid behind, she closed the door on her slob life and walked towards the meeting place for the meet and greet, a new, smelly, overweight skunkette whore.