Chapter 5

The doorbell rang, as I somehow finished off yet a fourth tub of icecream. I'm not even sure how it got there or even how four containers even fit in our freezer, but they did somehow.

"Damn, she got home fast", I thought to myself, before preparing to get up and answer the door. But, when I went to do so, I felt sort of weird and weak, like I'd just come from the gym on a heavy lift leg day. My first attempt was unsuccessful, with my quads failing to lift my now soft and squishy bulk.

"My God, these are the best mushrooms ever", I thought to myself looking down past my whopping breast and bulging belly to my wide and chubby thighs. I looked perfectly fat, perfectly feminine, and yes, I was also very horny.

This time with great effort, I dug my now chubby fingers into the sides of the chair, underneath the flesh of my widened hips, and used all my strength to get up. I was wobbly on my feet as well as a wobbling mass of jiggling feminized flesh. I simply couldn't believe just how real this all felt.

So with my juicy and thickened thighs rubbing together, I began waddling over to the door. Every labored step, turned me on and strangley made my fattened tummy growl. I was so fucking horny. I reached down to grab my stiff and throbbing cock, but couldn't find it through the layers of what I still believed to be imaginary fat, produced by my psilocybin enhanced brain. Little did I know.

The doorbell rang again. This time I picked up the pace a bit, which caused my now shelf like ass to jiggle about in an unbridled display of cellulite covered flesh. In my mind, I was fatter than my wife and even fatter than the fattest woman I'd ever fucked. It was amazing, and believe it or not, it was about to get a whole lot better.

Before I could even make my fat ass over to our home's entrance, the door swung open, and there standing in the threshold, stood my wife, or some version of her, with her hands on her shapely hips. But there was something else, I just couldn't put my now chubby little digits on it yet.