chapter 2

Thanks to her sexual bliss, she didn't notice the sound of footsteps heading up the stairs. The first warning she had was when Daniel, staring at her exposed belly, said sternly "Liz? What's going on? You're looking a little chunky...". Seeing her glare, he wisely turned around and went back downstairs, wondering how he had missed his fiancée managing to gain at least 10 pounds.

Meanwhile, Liz, stewing from his insensitive comment, decided to plot her own revenge. She wondered what it would be like if Daniel had his own problems with his weight. Opening what appeared to be an options menu, she found a selection that said "Change Subject". Selecting "New Subject" she entered Daniel's name in the box. Just like with her profile, a spinning representation of her fiancée appeared, apparently pacing in the living room as best she could tell. Studying the options, she saw all the basic info, but wanted to try something a little different with him.

Under the measurements tab, a small box had a m/f option. Clicking on it, she noticed that the measurements changed from those traditionally used for men to those for women, though his visual representation stayed the same. She took the slider for "Hips" and slid it from 32 to 42. She similarly changed his thighs, waist and chest, and where his bra size read 36A-, she instead typed 38C. When asked about the reality meld, she clicked yes, knowing that if she was wrong about that, he might well have a stroke.

She practically ran down the stairs, eager as a kid at Christmas to see what she had done. Sitting on the couch watching tv, he seemed calm, despite what had to be at least 40lbs finalizing their addition to his frame. As she stood there, he stood, asking, "Ready to go?" Liz couldn't help but stare. All the weight he gained had done so in a very feminine way. His pot belly was cradled in a slightly small T-shirt, sagging slightly on top of what seemed to be a slight fupa. His jeans were still a men's cut and slightly baggy, but it was easy to see the fatty thighs and prominent ass underneath. Perhaps the most out of place, respectable breasts were clear through the material of the shirt, moving unrestrained as he started lumbering toward the door. Liz, still in shock (and extremely turned on) grabbed a jacket from the closet and followed Daniel out the door.