Chapter 1 - Sinner

© 2023 SLDB

The vibrant sights and sounds of Mexico's streets produced an intoxicating blend of culture and life. Having just graduated from college, Zoe was on a solo trip to find herself and enjoy life before beginning her career. Her friends had warned the young woman about wandering too far off the beaten path while in the country, but they all knew the ever-adventurous Zoe was never one to let risk get in the way of reward.

Wandering through a sparsely populated alleyway, a quaint store caught her eye, its façade holding a mysterious charm unlike many of the more modern stores nearby.

"Antigüedades Místicas" Zoe said into her translator. “Ooh ‘Mystical Antiques’ that sounds exciting.”

Entering the store, the interior was dimly lit and every inch of the store was crammed with artifacts, jewelry, and trinkets from the floor to the ceiling. Behind the counter stood a tall man in his mid 30s, his skin a light bronze, and eyes carried a sense of wisdom beyond his years. He nodded at Zoe with a peculiar expression, yet his attention seemed to be focused on an old book he was reading.

Drawn into the magical aura of the shop, Zoe explored the daunting clutter before her eyes became mesmerized by an ornate necklace radiating an energy she couldn't explain. The simple golden chain with a ruby pendant seemed to call out to her.

Zoe hesitated for a moment, conflicted by the $500 price tag nearby. She knew she couldn’t afford it, but a strange and urgent desire took hold. Glancing towards the shopkeeper, Zoe discreetly pocketed the necklace and headed towards the door.

With her heart racing, Zoe stepped outside, the bell tinkling above the door to announce her exit. Pausing momentarily, Zoe looked back inside and to her surprise, the shop owner was watching her with a curious smirk across his lips. Their eyes met and she immediately understood that he knew exactly what she had just done, yet the man simply nodded before going back to reading his book. Unsure what to make of the exchange, Zoe hurriedly left the alley, the weight of the stolen necklace feeling heavy in her pocket and even heavier on her conscience.

Upon reaching her hotel room, Zoe could no longer resist the siren call of the necklace. With trembling fingers, she pulled out the jewelry and wrapped it around her neck. As the clasp clicked into place, a sudden rush of warmth spread from the pendant, enveloping her body as the room began to spin.

“Woah what’s happening?” she asked frantically to nobody in particular as the temperature in the room felt as if it had risen by 20 degrees in a matter of seconds.

A moment later, Zoe felt a tightening sensation around her feet. Looking down in shock, the young woman watched as her sneakers began to strain against her expanding feet. She could feel her toes pressing harder against the front of her shoes, pushing forward as though they were reaching out. Bending down, she hastily began to unlace her sneakers, but even in those few seconds, the transformation seemed to accelerate.

The fabric creaked and groaned until, with a sharp tear, the shoes split apart. Once freed from their constrains, Zoe’s feet continued to reshape as her thin toes swelled into plump appendages, and the soles became rougher while the overall size of her feet grew several sizes larger. As her foot expanded, the color of her skin shifted from her usual pale shade to a light caramel tan.

“What the fuck happened to my feet?” Zoe screamed frantically as she stared at her unfamiliar toes, completely oblivious as her slender ankles began to swell.

Zoe stared at the plump, swollen feet below, their light brown color and rough skin looking like that of a Mexican commoner. Flowing like a wave, the changes progressed upwards, and Zoe stumbled across her hotel room, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination as her lean calves began to thicken before her eyes. The fabric of her jeans stretched as her lower half expanded, and the woman could hear the seams of her clothing starting to rip as the fabric struggled to contain her expanding form.

The peculiar sensation felt like a warm flush, akin to stepping into a hot bath. Her calves, previously slender and toned from frequent exercise, softened and expanded as fresh fatty tissue crammed itself across her lower body. Zoe’s walking slowed as she was forced to stand still in her hotel room, unable to extend her legs more than a few inches as her jeans hit their limits.

A loud tearing sound echoed across the room as Zoe’s jeans split down their seams, and the sudden burst knocked the expanding woman from her swollen feet and onto her bony behind. Flustered, Zoe collected herself just in time to watch the last of her thigh gap vanish in front of her.

“What the fuck is happening to me?!”

The necklace atop the woman’s chest glimmered as Zoe watched in disbelief as her skin stretched, accommodating the soft layers of flesh beneath. Muscles built from years of yoga sessions appeared to dissolve, replaced by a soft, yielding texture of adipose tissue. Her calves ballooned outwards, taking on a rounded and pillowy appearance. Her knees, which she proudly displayed in short dresses, quickly lost their defined structure as the magical growth encased them in fat. Further north, the swelling warmth had concentrated in her thighs, their softening shapes pressing into each other as they continued to widen. They expanded at an alarming rate in all directions as they grew fuller, softer, and heavier, their toned appearance consumed by a sea of invading flesh. The sensation was unreal, and Zoe could feel the weight of each added pound as the pull of gravity grew more pronounced.

So focused on the swelling flesh, Zoe hardly noticed as her smooth and pale skin tanned to a warm brown, gleaming with a sheen of perspiration in the room’s soft glow. She could see faint stretch marks beginning to form, their threads weaving across the soft landscape of her thighs. The transformation was not just in size, but in texture as well. Hesitantly touching her newly expanded legs, Zoe’s fingers sunk into the deep softness as they felt the warmth and pliability of her changed flesh. It was a sensation she had never felt before. The weighted heft and softness of her expanded form was too much. The undeniable reality was that her once lean and athletic legs had been undeniably and profoundly transformed into a meaty set of thunder thighs.

“I need to call for an ambulance,” Zoe exclaimed while attempting to sit up, but the young woman was not prepared for the awkward sensations of her massive thighs fighting for space and jiggling with each motion. Instead, the girl stumbled, falling immediately back on her ass just as the warmth flowed into her waist, and Zoe was immediately alarmed by the sudden amount of cushion beneath her. Sitting quietly for a moment, Zoe noticed the room lowering around her as if something were lifting her up. Looking down, the girl’s bright green eyes widened just as her underwear’s grip tightened around her waist.

“NO NO NO! NOT THERE!”

Zoe felt her ass swelling out in all directions, each cheek becoming fuller and rounder as pound after pound of succulent lard poured into her behind like a pastry getting pumped full of jelly. Reaching behind, her hands met a landscape vastly different from what she remembered as her once petite behind rapidly grew into a pair of massive spherical pillows. Her fingers, once able to span the width of her backside with ease, now had to navigate the expansive, plush terrain. The skin felt warm and smooth, with the beginnings of stretch marks appearing like delicate lightning bolts, marking the areas of most rapid growth.

Within thirty seconds, Zoe’s underwear’s weak fabric could not her growing shape no longer, and the white panties tore to shreds as the opulent fatty flesh advanced.

“UGH!!!”

Zoe’s ability to view her inflating behind diminished as the rest of her midsection fought to keep pace with her fat ass. Filling with a gentle but insistent force, Zoe watched as her waist inflated with soft adipose tissue. Her hips had begun to broaden, pushing outwards in all directions and adding inches which changed her silhouette, molding her figure from a straight line into a pronounced curve reminiscent of birthing hips. Her small delicate pussy wasn’t spared by the encroaching lard, its shape growing visibly puffy as a thick coating of fatty tissue transformed her sex into a soft and yielding fupa.

As her waistline rapidly expanded, the added fatty tissue began to creep further north ever so slightly as her slim stomach began to feel the effects of the magical invasion. What was only flat surface quickly began to protrude, forming a soft bulge that rippled with every breath. Zoe’s belly button, always a subtle indent, stretched into an oval as it adjusted to the expanding flesh around it.

“Oh man I don’t feel so… BWWWOORRRRRRPPPPPPPPP”

A loud belch erupted from the young woman’s lips as the warmth overtook her soft pot belly, and the slight tightness in Zoe’s midsection quickly turned into an intense pressure as the skin of her taut belly began to stretch in real time, pushing her white t-shirt further upwards. Looking down, Zoe witnessed the subtle curve of her stomach as it expanded outwards, her navel stretching and distorting into a cavernous sinkhole positioned in the middle of an expanding sea of flesh.

Fifty pounds of lard urgently poured into the woman’s belly, pushing its shape outwards as her previously slim stomach transformed into a heaving dome of decadence that jiggled with every subtle motion. The rapidly expanding collection of fatty tissue spilled over the tops of her meaty thunder thighs as it created a pronounced overhang, it’s weighty shape resting atop other parts of her body as it developed a pronounced overhand which gave her belly a pendulous, weighty appearance.

As she watched the light caramel skin tone creep up the expanse of her new paunch, Zoe wanted to scream for help, but a chorus of loud belches continually erupted from her esophagus as her fingers pressed into her expanded midsection, the sensation along her fingertips feeling as if they were sinking into a vat of warm dough. The yielding skin felt soft, almost liquid in its pliability. Her fingers would disappear into the depth of her flesh, leaving temporary imprints that would slowly puff back out. The newly developed stretch marks weren't just faint silvery lines anymore; they were deep and pronounced, like the tributaries of a vast river, each telling a story of their owner’s insatiable gluttony.

By the time her stomach had stopped growing, Zoe’s belly had become a colossal mound of decadence, a monument to a lifetime of unrestrained gluttony. It was a dramatic, undeniable alteration. As she felt the warmth and heft of her fattened midsection, there was a mixture of shock and disbelief, yet she was unable to rest. As the belching subsided, the warm moved even further north, and the woman found herself moaning as the pressure emanating from her bra and t-shirt exploded.

“Ohhhh shiittttttt,” Zoe whimpered as her arms gave way, her fattened form slumping to the ground until the woman was laying flat on her back.

Zoe shuddered as she felt her modest and perky C-cup breasts began to swell with the same relentless force that had overtaken much of her body. An intensifying tightening sensation erupted against her bra as each cup stretched to the brink, struggling to contain the expanding flesh within. As each appendage grew, they took on a fuller and rounder shape, their weight becoming more pronounced as pound after pound of soft doughy flesh stripped them of their youthful perkiness.

Her bra and t-shirt, already struggling to contain the growing mass of her breasts, faced another challenge from her back. The once lean muscles of her upper back was softening, filling in with layers of soft padding. This new flesh began to roll and fold upon itself, creating a soft cushion of fat that bulged above and below the confines of her bra strap. Lower down towards the small of her back, the story was similar. What was once a gentle curve leading to her hips now had additional padding, creating a soft, dimpled layer that was accentuated every time she moved or bent.

As the pounds piled onto her upper body, her bra straps and t-shirt dug painfully into the expanded flesh until the hooks that kept everything in place surrendered to the pressure. The garment gave way, snapping apart just before her t-shirt tore straight down the middle.

“SHITTTT!”

Zoe could feel a foreign weight undulating atop her chest as her once perky breasts broke free of their restraints. The massive KK-cup breasts were devoid of any shapeliness, their fat-laden forms clumsily flopping around before spilling off the sides of the woman’s fattened body.

Zoe moaned as she groped the fatty sacks, her fingers tracing over her now 8-inch wide areola and thick chubby nipples. Staring into the crown of her breasts, Zoe couldn’t believe the heaving appendages belonged to her as they twisted malleably in her hands.

Lethargy spread across Zoe’s immense form as the warmth enveloped the rest of her upper body, and the young woman could feel a growing heaviness spreading throughout her arms. Looking down, her eyes widened as she watched her slender and toned arms thickening before her eyes with fatty tissue. Her biceps, which she used to proudly flex, were drowned out by sea of fat which washed across her body like a raging tide. The definition she had worked so hard for was now hidden, replaced by a softer, fuller appearance as her arms became beefy and deeply tanned. Subtly shaking her arm, Zoe watched through forming tears as a gentle jiggle followed, a stark contrast to the firmness she was once familiar with.

Her once delicate wrists were next, inflating and merging seamlessly with her forearms, the added padding stripping away even more of her dexterity. Zoe’s hands, which she often regarded as one of her most graceful features, became puffy as her knuckles sunk into the flesh. Her fingers, once slim and elegant, thickened along the base as they swelled into meaty sausage-like digits. With her arms and hands fattened into lumbering shapes, Zoe’s shoulders broadened and rounded out to match the rest of her body. The increased width of her shoulders made her whole frame look more substantial.

As the transformation winded down throughout her upper extremities, Zoe attempted to flex and move, trying to find remnants of her old self beneath the added layers of lard. However, every stretch and every clench was met with a soft resistance. From the gentle sway of her arms to the subtle puffiness of her fingers, every sensation was horrifying to the woman that had spent her entire life in a conventionally beautiful and perfectly healthy body.

“Please just stop,” Zoe whimpered as the warmth that had remade her body flowed through her neck and face.

Zoe felt a peculiar tightness around her throat. As her sausage fingers met the skin of her neck, they were immediately met with a swelling tube of meat. Her sinewy neckline had quickly become shrouded in a layer of plush softness, making her neck appear shorter and more robust. Tilting her head, she could feel the soft and yielding warmth of the new flesh pushing against her.

Her jawline, always sharp and pronounced, softened rapidly as it gave way to the encroaching invasion of flesh. The contour that defined her face from her neck quickly began to blur as the appearance of a double chin became prominent, its wobbling shape bringing with it a sensation of heaviness she had never felt before. As the fat encroached on her face, Zoe’s head rounded out as her cheeks plumped outward, filling with soft excess flesh until her head developed into a circular shape. Every smile, every smirk, made her cheeks bunch up, creating deep dimples that hadn’t been there before. Her nostrils flared slightly wider, accommodating the expanding landscape of her face. Her eyes, which had always stood out prominently, appeared slightly smaller, set deeper relative to her face due to the growing puffiness surrounding them.

“My poor face,” Zoe mumbled through tears as her fingers pressed into the yielding flesh.

Zoe’s sausage fingers were met with a pillowy surface that felt suppler. The defined angles and hard lines had given way to soft curves and gentle bulges. Her once chiseled visage was now a portrait of opulent gluttony, every inch a testament to her new body’s profound obesity.

As the warmth within dissipated, Zoe was left lying in a pool of sweat on her hotel room floor, the sound of her labored breathing rising just above the bustling noise of the city outside the hotel walls. Feeling drained from the experience, Zoe felt a sharp series of cracking sensations across her face unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and the woman cursed to herself for a brief moment before the sensation vanished. Touching the changes to her face’s bone structure with her fingers, Zoe winced as she pressed into her reshaped face.

“¿Qué diablos fue eso?” she said to nobody in particular before noticing the new language coming from her lips.

Zoe’s eyes widened and a new sense of panic flooded her brain. Using every bit of strength available, the young woman rolled her 358-pound body over before struggling to get on all fours, the weighted motions producing loud thuds against the floor. The woman was stunned by the sheer heft and bulk of her new body, but the woman knew she needed to get help. Using a nearby table for support, Zoe pulled herself immense body from the ground, her tattered clothes falling to the floor as she felt the full weight of her fattened form pulling her towards the earth. Zoe groaned as her shapeless breasts flopped atop her massive paunch, and her burgeoning gut slapped against the top of her thighs. Stumbling towards the bathroom, Zoe shuddered at the sensation of her bumbling waddle causing her massive and doughy body to jiggle with each step, yet the worst was yet to come.

“¿QUÉ MIERDA ME PASÓ?”

Zoe felt the world spinning around her as she took in the sight of her transformed body for the first time. Where there once existed a small and lithe white woman now stood a morbidly obese woman with distinct Mexican features including warm bronze skin. She had felt the changes, experienced the unfamiliar weight and softness in real-time, but nothing prepared her for this.

The image staring back was completely foreign to her. Her white heritage was gone, and her face and skin tone now bore the genetics of the local populace. Her crystal green eyes were now brown, her blonde hair had turned jet black, her pale white skin had shifted to a tanned brown, and her facial structures had been altered to look just like an average woman out in the Mexico City streets.

Zoe marveled at her morbidly obese body and its vastly different racial features. Her face was moon-shaped with chubby and puffy cheeks and a prominent double chin. Her breasts had swollen to a size she'd never imagined as they sat heavily against her torso, looking as if they had each gained 20 pounds of fat during transformation. The width of her shoulders and the fullness of her arms added to the dramatic change in her upper body. The soft, jiggling fat that had taken residence on her arms was impossible to ignore.

As her eyes surveyed the heaving dome of lard that her slim stomach had transformed into, the tears became too much to bear, and Zoe felt her heart racing within as the world began to spin. Feeling herself slipping away, Zoe stumbled back towards the bedroom, making it to her bed just before she lost consciousness, her massively obese body collapsing onto the soft mattress as the furniture groaned beneath the woman’s immense weight.