Katz
Resident of the Mansion
'I'm sorry, No dogs allowed.'
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Post by Katz on Dec 18, 2011 12:32:46 GMT -4
"I dont see why not!" Turles said, as he took to the Treadmill next to Issac.
They both set the Treadmill's to a slow pace. And the effects were already starting to show. Turles and Issac looked at eachother. They both saw eachothet as they were.
Coated in fat. Exactly what they were like when in the restrant.
"Dont stop now!, the fun has just begun!" The lady shouted, as the speed increased
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Post by inthecourt on Dec 18, 2011 16:45:32 GMT -4
"Whu-" Isaac gasped for air, his tree trunk thighs and terrible cardiovascular health hampering him greatly, "Why is this so hard?"
He felt as if there was a lot more of him than he was used to...
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Katz
Resident of the Mansion
'I'm sorry, No dogs allowed.'
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Post by Katz on Dec 18, 2011 19:58:59 GMT -4
Still running, Issac took a look down at himself, He saw his shirt what was on the verge of ripping, was as conceiling his half developed womans boobs, His belly was out for all to see. Jiggiling all over like an earthquake in his stomach.
In a simular situation, Turles felt himself out of breath like Issac.
Turles looked over at him, and saw an enormous ass swaying from side to side on the body of a REALLY fat chick.
"Issac....." he huffed out of breath in a womanly voice "Your ass is huge!" seemingly ignoring what he himself looked like, staring at Issac in amazement on what he looked like. Though while staring at Issac's ass ,Turles own jeans ripped down the seams to reveal a pair of black tights, running up his cow churn calves and reaching past his thunder thighs. All the way up to his booty shorts.
The two had never really changed back to normal, they were just tricked by the mirror!. It was really another part of their Transformation!.
Issac turned to see Turles, who was now Huffing and Puffing trying to keep up on his treadmill. He was once again a Fat, almost obease, pale, redhead tomboy. With every step, his ginormous thighs flopping around uncontrolably. His black tights not helping to stop his legs from jiggling whatsoever.
"Huh", Turles cried as he looked down while still trying to keep up the pace, "Issac!, Help me!" He shouted as he took notice of his ass and thighs being larger than they ever have been before.
Issac started to examine Turles, intrigued at his new appearance. As the woman looked on, with a sick smile on her face.
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Post by inthecourt on Dec 20, 2011 9:06:16 GMT -4
"Well," said the woman as the two jiggly characters lumbered on the treadmill, "Do you two tubs of lard need my help or not?"
She smirked.
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Katz
Resident of the Mansion
'I'm sorry, No dogs allowed.'
Posts: 442
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Post by Katz on Dec 20, 2011 13:03:50 GMT -4
"Ok!, Please, just make it stop!" Turles screamed, Clearly in aggony having to swing his thunder thighs back and forth to keep up with the treadmill.
Both of the treadmills stoped and Issac and Turles were relesed from their running prison.
Tired and out of breath, the two lardasses, crashed into eachother at the bottom of their treadmills.
"Why is this happoening to me?" Turles looked down at himself, still in shock that he was a fatass woman.
The woman walked over to them. going to answer Turles question....
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Post by inthecourt on Dec 20, 2011 15:24:53 GMT -4
"Both of you," she said, grabbing each of their bellies in one hand as she knelt down next to Isaac and Turles, "Have been terrible to overweight women. And now, you two have some fat asses to live with, good luck shopping for clothes anywhere outside of a Lane Bryant!"
Both Isaac and Turles looked on in horror.
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Katz
Resident of the Mansion
'I'm sorry, No dogs allowed.'
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Post by Katz on Dec 20, 2011 17:41:51 GMT -4
Turles hands reached around his Pear body. "But why do I look like a fat tomboy?", Turles curiously asked.
"Simple" The woman said, "You have both become the way that you both used mock" she said with glee, "Turles, you used to laugh and mock overweight women who who wasnt 'girly' enough in your standards, and you always made a joke about the poor chubby girls legs and asses. So, a fitting punishment seemed to be making you a bottom heavy fat chick who still hangs around with guys" she explained, while Turles looked into the mirror.
She was right, Turles fit her description in every way. Turles started to examine at his meaty lower half in the mirror. while doing this, the woman turned to Issac . "You issac are a simular story, but a diffrent case" she went to on expalin as Issac eyes couldnt help but wonder down to look at Turles bubble butt in amazement.
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