Chapter 1

They say, everyone has a breaking point, at which they will do about anything. Patrick's rude and his drunken comments last night at their new years eve party proved to be just that for his wife Janet. That night he went on and on about her eating behaviors being the only reason she was "sooooooooo fat". Janet was heartbroken and felt like crying, but instead she wove a binding spell that would switch their bodies until certain requirements were met.

The next day when Patrick woke, he thought he was still in some kind of dream state. It had to be, of course. "That can be the only explanation", thought Patrick. There was no other logical reason for what he saw upon waking up. Well, maybe nothing except an out-of-body experience.

"Oh my God, I've died", he briefly thought before chiding himself in his own head as he realized that he couldn't be dead because he, was still in their bed.

He stirred a bit and then noticed he felt strange, very bloated and heavy. Then he looked at himself and got a bit horny....and....wet. "What the fuck!", yelled Patrick in a high pitched alien scream. He then reached down to find an extremely excited vagina instead of a hard penis.

"Oh, so, somebody owes me an apology", said the person in Patrick's body.

Immediately Patrick knew who it was, but that had to mean this was a dream. "Janet?", he called out questionably.

"Yes honey, who else would it be?", said Janet in his voice as she sauntered his body over to the bed with an erect penis. "And tubby," she said leaning over her former body fumbling with her raging hard on, "You owe me an apolgy"

"For what?", whimpered a feminine voice.

"For years, I told you I was a witch and you didn't believe me....", she paused, and pushed her hard member into the side of her former body, paused, moaned, and said, "Mmmmmmmm, I like this", while stroking herself, "I don't know if I wanna give this back"

"But, but"

"Yes honey, you've got quite the butt on you now don't you?", said Janet in her unfamiliar male tone.

With considerable effort Patrick groaned in Janet's body. As he swung his legs over and out of the bed he was greeted with the unfamiliar sight of a huge belly, resting upon "his" fat thighs, completely covering his pulsing vagina. As he pushed his new body up and off the bed with pillowy soft arms, he realized just how heavy his breast were, and how much each movement caused him to jiggle.

For some strange reason, all of "his" new and quivering mass turned "him" on even more. "He" felt "his" nipples harden. They felt so alive so, so.... Janet's body weakened, his pulsing vagina throbbed, he shuttered, jiggled some more, and then "his" stomach let out an audible growl.

Patrick or at least Patrick's body let out a weird, girlish giggle. A giggle that would have been perfectly fine coming from a woman, or a girl, but totally absurd coming from a thirty year old man. "Mmmmmmmm, somebody's hungry, insn't she? And I haven't even pleasured you yet. Mmmmmmmmm, this is gonna be an easy bet to win."