She had Martha get her phone for her. Her fat fingers made the once large screen of her phone seem tiny in comparison. She struggled to type on the tiny keyboard with her sausage like fingers.
"trrasnsfgorem ort dsfasre cxurtse" she entered into the search engine, but not even the auto correct could help her out here. Or maybe there just weren't any results on related queries. Either way, this wasn't working, she needed to get to the study and use a computer. Without a thought she slipped her phone into her bra as she would often though. Immediately she felt the phone slip free thanks to the fat and slide down her massive cleavage ultimately ending near the bottom of a cup near her belly button. "Fuck." Okay, she would deal with that later.
She groaned as she looked at the door. "Martha, some help please?"
With Martha's help she managed to make it to the foyer, but she was dreading going down the stairs. She already imagined her massive ass bouncing on the steps behind her as she descended. Even worse, what if she lost her balance and landed downstairs as a helpless heap of fat. She shuddered. As she slowly approached the stairs, thighs rubbing her fat pussy, she discovered the true extent of the change. Her parents had installed an elevator on the stairs. The massive plateau was clearly designed to even be able to handle her immobile form. Martha lowered the plateau and she got on. The ride was slow, but steady.
Wheezing she approached the study, but found it had been replaced by gym for after meals. While welcome, it wasn't what she needed right now. She stomped towards the second study. The curse had changed their house to better suite her new form in a lot of ways. In addition to the elevator and the gym she spotted enhanced chairs and even extra benches in the hallway which she needed to catch her breath or let her arousal dissipate from the constant rubbing of her thighs on her enhanced pussy. She was going to kill that fucker Kyle, she thought as she sat with her legs as wide as she could. Annoyingly however, as per Kyle's transformation all of the doors hadn't been touched. In fact some even seemed thinner just so she would get stuck in them.
Finally she squeezed into the second study. "Miss, I have to go now. Do you want to leave the house?"
Sweating profusely Jennifer sat in the extra wide chair and booted the computer. "No." she panted. She was completely out of breath from that tiny end from one side of the house to the other.
With that Martha turned and left, leaving Jennifer alone.
Her fat fingers and hands still made the keyboard feel small, but this was much more manageable than her phone had been.
The internet however held little in the way of answers. Most of it was conjecture or stuff she already knew. There was nothing here on ways to break the curse. But the way it read, the curse is a game. So people take turns and Kyle had started this game with her. So it was her turn now. She slammed her fist on the desk, sending her flabby arms jiggling in overdrive. Was she stuck like this?
Maybe she could transform or dare to do it back to her and change her back. But then she needed to get to where Kyle was now. Or she could transform or dare someone and get them to help her.
With great effort she lifted herself from the chair, it was easier than expected. She waddled to the door and tried to get through. She pushed and pulled, but her massive hips got stuck in the door frame spilling out from both ends.
"Martha!" She yelled. "Fuck, I just let her go home."
Jennifer pushed, pulled and kicked as best she could, fat, breasts and belly shook and jostled, but she was stuck. More stuck than she'd ever been, she couldn't even ease herself back into the study.
Cursing Kyle she kept struggling until she gave up. Breathing and sweating heavily she waited.