Amanda Zales wasn’t like “other” girls, or she would have you believe. She was a pale skinned self-styled punk girl who constantly wore black and red, and liked video games a fair bit. This hobby she shared with a boy named Julian, a close childhood pal of hers. She was a little bit of an exercise nut too, always going to the park to work out in the fresh air. She usually worked out with her second closest friend Melissa, a girl she befriended in high school. Both of her friends were great company, but she didn’t think she could see herself dating either of them anytime soon, even as a bisexual.
She lived a modest middle class lifestyle with her parents as an only child. She was a junior in high school and paid enough attention in class to maintain a 3.0 gpa. She just got her learners permit and was doing part time work as a cashier at Burger Street. She spent her days off exercising and her evenings gaming. She figured she should try becoming a streamer once she got the money together to get a video camera and a microphone. One of these days...
One morning, however, her entire universe got flipped on is head. She woke up in her room, staring up at her ceiling as usual, but something about her body felt different... incorrect even. She couldn’t feel her legs, her arms felt heavier, and it felt like a huge weight was holding her whole torso down. On top of that she could tell that she was naked. She... what happened to her body in the middle of the night?
Amanda struggled with all of her strength to sit up, but it was no use. She couldn’t get out of her bed. Her eyes went wide with panic as she called out for help. Just as she did, a computer monitor hovered over to her face, its screen displaying a simple pink face on a black background. Amanda went very still.
“Good morning, Amanda,” the monitor greeted in an even toned girly voice, “Ready to start the day?”
“S-start the day? What?” Amanda stammered, “What’s going on! Why can’t I get up? Why can’t I feel my legs?”
“Oh dear,” the monitor frowned, “It looks like your brain got replaced with a different Amanda’s. Don’t worry, I’m here to help! My name is Compy, your personal AI assistant. Would you like help starting your hygiene routine?”
“I... what?” Amanda sputtered before answering, “Okay, yeah, sure. If it means getting out of this thing then yes.”
“Okay,” Compy happily confirmed as a series of robot arms easily lifted Amanda out of her bed. She was deposited onto a huge floating white disk, involuntarily sitting upright. The disk carried her out of her bedroom and into an adjoining bathroom. As she was carried, she tried to move her legs, but they couldn’t budge. It took one look in the full length mirror to find out why.
Her once exercise slimmed body had been transformed into a morbidly obese ball of flesh. Her belly was an enormous boulder with a wide crease in the middle, and it poured into her lap, jiggling like a doughy jello mould. Her thick arms had bingo wings like beach balls, and her fingers looked like stubby sausages. Each of her butt cheeks and thighs were bigger than her belly by themselves, and her oversized legs looked like they we made of segmented rings that ended at her ankles. Her feet looked like fat potatoes with tiny little toes on the end. Her face was a double chinned dough ball with chunky cheeks and features that wouldn’t look out of place on an attractive cartoon character. The smallest part of her was her boobs, looking somewhat pathetic compared to the rest of her horrifying girth, but nevertheless perfectly perky and round like apples.
She hardly recognized herself. The fit and trim body she was so proud of was gone in an instant. It was enough to make her break down in tears. She sobbed hard and loud as she wiped obese tears out of her obese face with her chubby hands at the end of her obese arms... Amanda was absolutely horrified and miserable.
“Aww, there there,” the AI comforted, somehow able to genuinely care about its user’s wellbeing, “Everything’s gonna be okay. Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
“What... what’s wrong?” Amanda sobbed, “LOOK AT ME! I turned into a fat freak in the middle of the night! My legs are paralyzed, and I couldn’t get up by myself! Why is this happening to me?! WHY ME-HE-HEEee... WAAAHHHH... AHH-HUH-HUH-HUUUUHhh...”
“There there, Amanda,” Compy gently said, “Maybe if I answer whatever questions you have while we clean you up, it might make you feel better?”
Amanda sniffled a little, forcing herself to calm down. “Okay,” she choked out in reply.