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Swimsuit - Curvy and Confident
🕑 Added 2023-04-18 22:46:37 +0000 UTC
“Thought I’d get you another beer while I was up”, Mike said, tossing the can to his friend Sam as he slumped down on the sun lounger next to him. Sam pulled back the tab, heard the satisfying hiss and clinked his can against Mike’s.
“Cheers!” he said, both men taking a sip of their cold brews.
“This is the life, huh?” Mike asked with a smug smile, adjusting his sunglasses as he lay back on the lounger.
“Sure is”, Sam responded closing his eyes for a moment to bask in the sounds of their poolside retreat.
The holiday had been going well. The two friends had booked it as a result of their hard work in the gym over the past year. There were two main reasons: firstly, the idea of the holiday after a year of exhausting cardio and ever-heavier weights was a perfect motivator for them both, a chance to relax and get away from the boredom and monotony of their work lives. Secondly, the holiday was a way of proving their hard work was worthwhile, by attracting the women both had desperately craved. It was their way of showing off. They kept reminding themselves as if it was a mantra: who wouldn’t be attracted to a body like this? After their flights arrived, the two had decided to spend their first full day relaxing in the hotel, enjoying a delicious breakfast then lounging by the pool. Mike had told Sam that this was to ‘scope things out’, but both men appreciated a chance to do nothing, purposefully. After a year of diets and long hours on the treadmill, they felt that some scheduled time to let it go was just what they needed.
“How’s your hunting been, anyway?” Mike said.
“Hunting? Oh”, Sam said, scoffing at his childish euphemism. “Pretty well, I think. There was a woman who was giving me the eye when you went to get more beer.”
“Really?” Mike said.
“Totally!” Sam responded, trying to recall the brief glance the woman had given him. He wasn’t sure if she had actually been admiring his body, or if he had simply seen what he had wanted to see. “She was a total gym bunny – tight ass, great abs, my kind of woman!”
“Well, hopefully she comes back! Then I can see her myself”, Mike chuckled, sitting up in his chair as if to give himself a better view across the pool. It was still mostly empty at this time in the morning, with only an old couple quietly swimming lengths in the distance, far enough away to avoid hearing Mike and Sam’s juvenile chatter.
“I’ll drink to that!” Sam said, raising his can once more to tap it against Mike’s. Despite their bravado, both men were quietly desperate for the approval of the fairer sex, if only to justify the time spent working out.
After another hour spent sunbathing, Mike nudged Sam.
“Look!” he said, smirking. “It’s your gym bunny!”
Mike subtly pointed at the woman who was just now climbing down the ladder to enter the pool. Immediately upon seeing her, Sam laughed, trying to keep his voice down over the splashing of the water as the woman slowly descended. The only way that she could have been Sam’s gym bunny was if she had tripled in size. The woman was undoubtedly fat, her flesh jiggling as she pushed away from the cold metal of the ladder. Her body looked as though it was escaping from her red swimsuit, the water making the great rolls of fat beneath the surface ripple and shift with every step. She walked shakily, though Mike and Sam were unsure if it was from the difficulty of wading through the water or if the woman was anxious, having overheard their comments. She looked as though she was taking deep breaths, trying to steady herself. Then, with a push off of the wall, she began to swim, her brown hair soon slick with water. Slowly, clumsily, the woman began a length.
“Should we throw her a life ring? Or do you think she’ll just float naturally?” Sam said cruelly, prompting another laugh from his friend. Sam wasn’t usually one to pick on people’s appearance, but the beer and the banter with Mike made it too easy. Besides, he reasoned, it wasn’t like the woman didn’t have it coming.
“Maybe we should call the facilities team instead? You know, just in case there’s no water left after she gets out!” Mike said with a childish giggle. The woman’s strokes slowed, ever so slightly. Sam briefly wondered if she had heard them, but he didn’t want to let up in front of his friend. This was a holiday for the two of them, and they weren’t going to let some woman’s feelings stop them from enjoying themselves.
“No, I think we need to call some fishermen: tell them there’s a whale in the pool!” Sam said, perhaps too loudly, punctuated by the howling laughter of Mike beside him.
The woman stopped her swim, standing up in the pool. Her face was red, her breath ragged. Sam noticed that it wasn’t just water on her face – the woman had been crying. She turned to look at them, staring straight at Sam.
“Why would you even say that?” she asked quietly, between sobs. The old couple at the far end of the pool had stopped to watch the commotion. Sam could feel himself growing red with embarrassment, knowing that he had no answer. Mike beside him looked the same, as if he had been sat out in the sun for far too long.
“I’m sorry…” Sam said, his voice trailing off. “We didn’t think you could hear us…”
“Yeah!” Mike added, trying weakly to save the situation. “No hard feelings, right?”
“No hard feelings?” the woman said, fuming. “You’ve got no idea what it’s like to look like me! Do you realise how hard it is to go out and have everyone staring at you, mocking you?”
Mike smiled awkwardly, and Sam hung his head in shame.
“Of course not”, the woman spat out. She stared straight at Sam. “You know, I wish you could feel what it’s like to have a body like this. Then maybe you wouldn’t be such a bully!” she yelled, turning around and awkwardly fumbling towards the ladder. As she left the pool, Sam could hear her sniffing loudly, trying to resist crying any more in front of them. For Sam, the guilt was burning stronger than any sun. He had a knot in his stomach.
“Sheesh! What was her problem?” Mike said, trying to lighten the mood. “Maybe if she hit the gym like us, she’d have people yelling compliments, not insults!” Mike turned to his friend in the silence that followed, expecting him to agree.
Sam felt ill. In that instant the sun was too hot, the chair too sticky, the beer too disgusting. Everything was wrong. His body was screaming at him to leave. He shakily stood from the lounger, his beer can clattering to the floor.
“I think I’m going to be sick”, he said. Sam ran off back inside the hotel and towards the changing rooms, his wet feet slapping against the poolside tiles.
Mike rolled his eyes, watching the empty beer can spin and finally stop at his feet.
Sam shoved open the door of the nearest changing room, uncaring that the sign on the door said it was for disabled swimmers only. The nausea was building to a disgusting crescendo. As soon as he spotted the toilet in the corner of the large room, he hurled himself towards it, retching. The acidic taste clung to his mouth as he finished, taking quick, shaky breaths as his body recovered from the vomiting. He leaned over the bowl once more as another torrent took hold of him.
“What’s wrong with me?” he mumbled to himself. As Sam looked down at the bowl, he noticed something at the periphery of his vision. He turned, finding it moved in time with him. As he brought his head up, he felt it tickle against his ears. Sam’s hair was growing rapidly. It shot out of his scalp in thick, healthy locks. Sam yelled in surprise as he saw its colour: a bright, sandy blonde, rather than the chocolate brown he was used to. He pulled at it, desperately trying anything to convince himself that this wasn’t really happening, that it was all merely some dream or hallucination, but each tug on Sam’s hair was accompanied by a sharp pain in his scalp. Impossibly, the hair was real.
Sam looked at his finger incredulously, noticing one of the long blonde hairs wrapped around it. Then, a white sheen formed over his nails, topping each digit in unison. He had just enough time to yell out in panic when he felt a tingling across his entire body. Across his arms, the hair was beginning to fall out, soon followed by his legs and chest. Sam urgently clutched at his limbs, trying to hold onto what hair he could, but eventually he was smooth and almost hairless. Scared, he poked at his skin with one white tipped finger. The flesh was strangely sensitive, the chill of the pool’s air conditioning feeling suddenly colder.
“I need to get out of here…” Sam muttered, beginning to walk towards the door. After only a few steps, he felt the same nausea rising in his gut, and staggered back towards the toilet. This time however, there was no vomiting. The nausea shifted, changing into a gross sense of bloatedness that permeated across his whole body. His stomach felt swollen with gas. Sam tried to swallow to rid himself of the feeling, but it was useless. He made for the door again, reaching for the handle, but froze as he saw his fingers. The long, slim digits he was used to were gone. Now, in their place were short, pudgy fingers.
The fat was building across his body, radiating down from his fingertips. Sam watched in horror as his hands that had grown worn and calloused from lugging dumbbells grew fat, weak and flabby in the bright lights of the changing room. He squeezed at his hands, futilely trying to wake himself up from this nightmare. The fat shifted down further, covering his arms with a thick layer of flesh, his muscles beneath fading and becoming atrophied. Months of hard work were undone in an instant, replaced by wobbling, jiggling fat that shifted and shook with every movement. The feeling built in his gut, and Sam wailed in revulsion as he watched it swell, covering his abs with more fat. It spread across his torso, leaving him with several fat rolls that seemed to spill out of his flesh. He had told himself that he was working out in the gym to improve himself, but in the back of his mind the fear always lurked that he would grow into a fat slob. Now, that fear was being realised. He felt the fat rise up across his neck, giving him a slight double chin. Sam’s whole face felt strange as it grew rounder, the relentless fat building everywhere. His ass was soon covered in a flabby layer, then his legs, which jiggled and shook with every step.
Sam was stunned. He felt heavy, sluggish, his once athletic frame replaced by that of a weak, fat person, his tiny muscles struggling to cope with the great mass of his body. He could barely even see his legs, his massive gut and ass covering his vision. His mind was racing, trying to rationalise what was going on. There had to be a logical explanation for it: some rare medical condition or a bizarre allergic reaction. There was simply no way for him to put on all this weight almost instantaneously.
Taking deep breaths, Sam tried to calm himself, but he could feel his heart racing, both from the panic he felt and from the strain of pumping blood throughout his now unfit body. He briefly wondered if Mike would be wondering where he got to and glanced down at his watch.
The expensive sports watch that Sam had proudly wore was gone. The months of fitness data, the calories burned, the miles run, all had vanished in an instant. Horrified, Sam realised that it hadn’t just disappeared: it had changed. Instead of the smart silver watch he had expected, there was an expensive silver bracelet – a women’s bracelet. As he reached for it, he felt a sharp pain in each ear lobe as a tiny stud appeared, his ears pierced by some unknown force. Sam was once more frozen in place. His terrible bodily changes could perhaps be explained by science, but this was something far beyond that. It was like magic.
Just then, Sam felt the pressure building around his crotch – his speedos were already stretched thin by his swollen ass, but now they seemed even tighter. The fabric was changing, growing softer. Then, it began to shift.
Sam tried to fight against it, but his flabby limbs were too weak and clumsy to tear the garment off. The fabric crept higher, squeezing over his tubby gut until it was just below his nipples. The green sheen of it grew all the brighter in the changing room, climbing perfectly over his fatty folds. The material was so tight that it almost compressed the fat down, giving slight curves to his body.
“Get off me!” He yelled weakly at the fabric as it writhed against him, his heavy body almost bouncing with the exertion. The tight corset of fabric grew higher, two long straps sliding over his broad, chunky shoulders and connecting seamlessly with the back of it. It was now undeniable: Sam was wearing a women’s swimsuit, complete with a low neckline and sculpted cups.
He felt his nipples go hard against the suit’s soft material. Already flabby, they began to swell as another burst of fat built beneath them. Sam moaned in disgust as his breasts grew larger, the fabric of the swimsuit barely able to stretch to accommodate them. The massive weight added yet more strain on his body, his back now aching from carrying the giant tits around. They lacked the perkiness of fitter, thinner women’s – they sagged slightly under their own weight.
The fat that had layered Sam’s face grew thicker, giving an almost glossy sheen to his cheeks. He felt his neck wobble as the fat grew, and then heard a terrible crunch in his nose as it shifted upwards, turning into a cute button. Hormones were flooding Sam’s body as he staggered around the changing room in shock. His lips grew puffier, his eyelashes and brows neatening. The latter grew thicker as if only recently adjusted by an eyebrow pencil, and a thin layer of pink lipstick appeared on his trembling lips. Sam pawed at his face weakly, feeling his familiar features gone, transformed into the face of a young, beautiful, albeit large woman.
A final surge of fat was growing, feeling as though it was building across his entire body. He could see more rolls sliding out from underneath the skin tight swimsuit, sliding down to his ass as his waist and thighs grew thicker. Leaning up against the wall of the changing room for support, Sam felt his ass expand, the fatty tissue building far beyond what it once was. He squeezed at it, terrified, being revulsed by how far his fingers sank into the jiggling cheeks. Quietly, he begged anyone who listened for it to stop growing, but it was useless, his massive ass continuing to build, stretching out the swimsuit as it slid up higher on his wide, chubby waist. Finally, it slowed, leaving Sam with an unwieldy, titanic rear.
Sam looked down at his body. There was only one thing that was still recognisably him, still blissfully male. He felt his cock tremble, the small bulge twitching within the green fabric.
“No, please!” Sam said, feebly trying to slide his chubby fingers beneath the fabric to take hold of what he once was. His fingers were too fat to fit within it, instead forcing him to try and wrangle with his shrinking bulge from the outside of the swimsuit. “Anything but that…” he said, his high voice sounding weaker and more feminine by the second. Slowly, his manhood grew smaller until it was a diminutive knub, barely visible. Sam felt something open up between his legs – the flesh reforming into folds of a new, unfamiliar organ. He felt his cock shrink and shift, changing into a small clitoris tucked within folds and fatty thighs, a concentrated centre of pleasure that Sam was anxious to be rid of. His testes slid up within him, bursting out into ovaries that filled his body with a final wave of hormones. Sam’s body was gone, irrevocably changed into that of a chubby woman.
Sam wanted to cry, but he felt like he no longer had the energy, physical or otherwise. His stamina was nil. Every part of him felt soft and sensitive, from his long blonde hair to his tiny, pudgy toes. Shakily, Sam took a step towards the mirror in the corner of the room. As much as he wished he could never look at this disgusting, bloated body, he knew he at least owed it to himself to acknowledge his horrible situation. From there, he could start working out a plan of how to get back to the body he knew.
Each step felt like he was wading through water. The impact of his feet on the floor – once barely noticeable, now sent ripples of force jiggling through his body, his thighs and ass shaking and swaying with every movement. Taking a deep breath, Sam looked up at the mirror.
Locking eyes with who he had become, he felt stunned. He had expected to be horrified, but the woman staring back from the reflection looked like she felt something that Sam realised he had never truly felt: Confidence. Sam was shocked – in spite of her weight, he couldn’t help but smile, an easy, natural light coming to the face looking back. Then, Sam realised – it wasn’t in spite of her weight that she felt like this, it was because of it. The curves that were once disgusting were suddenly beautiful. The jiggles of the body, the soft power it exhibited was now undeniably attractive. There was something rich and womanly about their body, and Sam realised that they loved it.
They could feel their old self slipping away. Memories of the gym faded, replaced by a delicious diet of treats. The memory of Mike was gone, supplanted by a close circle of friends that they knew that they could rely on, no matter how they looked. Above all, as Sam finally vanished with a million other memories taking over, they realised that this body was brilliantly, beautifully their own, and she was going to love it.
Some time later, Sarah walked into the pool, descending the ladder and letting the cool water cover her soft skin. She pushed off of the wall, beginning to swim a length, feeling the water support her body as it surrounded her. As she finished one length, taking a second to rest, she could feel the eyes of a young, muscled man in a sun lounger watching her. She smiled, but not to him. The smile was for herself. Sarah pushed off of the wall once more and knew she was content. If people wanted to stare – let them. After all, who wouldn’t be jealous of a body like this?
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