You liked your new body and it was a good base, but you wanted something more. Something sexier. More exotic. Something bigger you thought with a smile as your eyes glace the weight aisle. You strode through the store toward the weight aisle all the while examining the rest of the clothes. Brandy followed you at a close distance to help out. Walking through the gender aisle still, you noticed more bras and panties.
“Hey Brandy, what happens if I put these on?” you ask, your feminine voice sounding sultry and sexy on its own.
“All it would do is enhance your current curves,” she smiled.
“Cool,” you say. Looking through the clothes you pick out a set. The bra is an F cup, much bigger than your current DD’s. The thong you picked though is much, much bigger. You always were an ass man at heart. Or was it ass woman now? You continued your journey toward the weight aisle when you noticed the shoes in the size aisle. You did need shoes. “What happens if I put these on?”
“They will either make your body shrink or grow in height while keeping you proportionate. At least with growth. For some reason you shrink it doesn’t diminish your assets much.”
“Cool again,” you smile. You grab a pair of comfortable looking black heals that say -4. Finally, you reach the weight aisle. Glancing at some of the clothes, you notice then have number in them that have plus or minus’s by them. “What are these numbers?”
“They indicate how much weight that garment will make you gain. Women’s weight clothes affect the body in different ways. Shirts add mostly to the tummy area and a little to the bust, while there are some that affect more of the bust than the tummy. Pants will either moistly aim at the hips, thighs, or butt. Also there is a somewhat spill over affect. If you put on only a shirt your tummy and breasts will gain. But the rest of your body will gain slightly as well so it doesn’t look so comical.”
“Very cool,” you mutter. You search through the clothes until you settle on an outfit. The outfit is a dark red short sleeved shirt with a very deep neck line. The tag says +75 Tight fit. With the shirt you pick out a pair of extremely large jeans. They were supposed to be dark denim low rise skinny jeans. The tag said +130 A&MT. You asked, “What are these letters? And do you have a scale?”
“Yes we do, I’ll bring to the dressing room. And the A stand for Ass. It means most of the gain will be focus on the ass. The MT stands for muffin top. IT will give you a pronounced muffin top.”
“Thanks,” you respond excitedly rushing to the dressing room. Inside, you step on the scale real quick to check your weight. 138 lbs. lights up due to your current curves. You slip out of the clothes and smile as you stay the same. You slip on the large bra and thong and smile as you change to fit. Your breasts are enormous and your ass hips, and thighs are even bigger. You have a very pronounced pear shape due to your ghetto booty. You glance at the scale. Having a little difficulty seeing around your bust you see it reads: 158 lbs. Wow, twenty whole pounds. Next the shoes. You put them on, your feet hurting from the small size but that lessons as your height shrinks. Your bust and rear shrink very slightly .You now weight 150 lbs. You’d shrunk from 5’4” to a measly 5’. Somehow, you felt it made you sexier. Finally, you pulled on the fat clothes. They hung off your body, but not for long. Slowly, with a warm ecstatic feeling that filled your body, you fattened to a rather large size. You glance at the mirror and smile.
Your face was a little rounder, softer. A small double chin existed and you lips were plump and sexy. Your breasts had expanded a little more filling out the shirt more. A canyon of cleavage was visible. Below it, your massive gut protruded. It stuck out further than you massive breasts and doubled over into two large rolls, giving the double belly appearance. The shirt clung to it very tight and sexily, the bottom of your bulging muffin top peering out slightly. Your hips bulged outward, incredibly wide and sexy. It tapered down your sexy thunderous thighs. You turn to look at the main attraction and you whole body jiggled and wobbled as you turned. It was massive! It stuck out more than a foot from your back, was incredibly perky, and the perfect heart shape. You looked down, having to maneuver past your breasts and belly to see the scale: 355 lbs. You were sexy.
You left the dressing room and grabbed a few more larger out fits and Brandy even gave you some normal (non-magic) clothes in your current size. You paid the rather hefty price for your new wardrobe and left.
You strutted through the mall, shaking you hips and swaying your jiggling ass. You pushed out your breasts and belly. You decided you were gonna go home and either have fun by yourself with your new body and/or new clothes or call up Alexis, but you hadn’t decided yet. However, as you walked past the Food Court, your dilemma was interrupted by your hungry. Maybe you should stop for some food. Big girls gotta eat doesn’t she? But you were also tired and wanted to go home.
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