Out of all the items there, one stands out to you. A seemingly inconspicuous slice of what looked like chocolate cake with cream cheese icing. You ask the woman about the cake and she just shrugs, telling you, “Consider it a freebie, it doesn’t count. I wonder who left that behind?” You take that as an opportunity to get you some pre-party birthday cake, savoring it’s rich, creamy flavor. You finish the cake, licking your lips as you savor it, and the old woman just stands there watching you. Feeling the awkwardness hanging in the air, you rush and pick out a weird green potion and buy a leather choker at the discounted price. Feeling happy with yourself, you leave the for your new place, anxious to see what else your love has in store for you.
Turning the key to your new place, you are immediately hit with some discomfort, like your clothes didn’t quite fit like they did before you left the magic shop. You drop your items inside and help the movers with your things, making you sweaty, achy, and tired. You move to the couch and plop down, plug your phone up to charge, and fall fast asleep. You dream about being large, a massive gut, dummy thick thighs, flabby arms, and a double chin that hides your neck. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you are wearing a tank top with underboob sweat prominently featured as your gut also sports some hefty man tits. Your also wearing a cocktail shirt, the floral print doing nothing but make you stand out even more than before. Up in your head are some shades and some orange, spiky hair that you don’t remember having or styling. Letting your eyes trail down, you see that the tank top stops halfway down your belly, and that your exposed belly droops down so you can’t see your feet. Turning a little, you see that you are wearing a thong, your ass is so massive that it looks like you’re not wearing anything at all, not to mention your massive gut drooping over your crotch. The only reason you could tell you were wearing anything was because of your erection making the thong present. Not to mention the fact that the thong is sticky, you have a feeling you know what it is, but you don’t want to think about it any longer. You looked like an overweight tourist and felt surprisingly happy about it. You started to walk away from your reflection when you got a bad cramp in his stomach. You decided to just walk it off by walking through a doorway, but got stuck as your stomach started brewing trouble. You tried to wedge your way out, doing all sorts of maneuvers, but all it did was make things worse. You just sighed and relaxed your body as you let out a long, putrid fart. It was strange, but as you released, you only felt more gas coming as you started swelling up even fatter than before, even burping to help ease the pressure. You started getting fatter and fatter, the doorway you were stuck in started creaking under the pressure. After enough expanding (and enough gas to replace all the air of his new apartment space), the doorway broke apart, causing a chain reaction that would bring the whole place down upon you.
You wake up in a cold sweat, throwing yourself off the couch and onto the floor. Fearing what the dream did to you, you look around and see that everything is still intact. You get up off the floor and breathe a sigh of relief, ready to start the day. Walking to the bathroom, you see…