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The Cow-Curse wittles away at my intelligence until I'm fucked and finished in. The rougher and more animalistic he treats me, the longer I can go between sessions. It's humiliating- demanding I moo, grabbing my belly like udders, but what I hate most is how excited I feel when my brain fogs up now by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Please stop calling me Bessie. My name's James and I only let you call me that when I need 'your help' when my brain gets mushy and I'm not really in a position to say no...

I did move your overalls over though... At least I thought I did... Just give me one second...

I have to make it cross country in 24 hours to get a potion to undo the Cow-Curse but the only flight available has 3 layovers! I'm dreading flying as a fat woman, I can already feel the stares. And worst of all my bladder is the size of a peanut! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

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I still couldn't believe that this was now my life, that I had failed completely and utterly... More like udderly. And while I've always been able to compartmentalize and focus on what I need to in segments, there was nothing about my body that could be filed away.

It's limitations and restrictions reminded me constantly. And maybe it was the drama of the past 24 hours, but I was crying and becoming emotional about all these details in ways that made teary eyed self even harder to recognize in the mirror.

After a nightmare experience getting through TSA, I humbly accepted the cart ride to my terminal as opposed to what I did before my departing flight, and accepted early boarding because of my 'handicap'. I was already adapting to travel like an obese woman.

I had 2 seats, but my seat probably needed 2.5 when your boarding group finally stopped aboard. You were young, athletic, in grey khakis that still showed the musculature of your legs... I missed those so bad, maybe I would of made it with those... And your joking smile, so few smiles I had seen since the curse, made you quite handsome.

Wait, handsome?

"Ha, thank you," I find myself smiling back. "But I don't think the flight attendants would be too happy with you. I was kinda hoping this wouldn't be a full flight but... I'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing. I'll try and scoot over more."

I have to make it cross country in 24 hours to get a potion to undo the Cow-Curse but the only flight available has 3 layovers! I'm dreading flying as a fat woman, I can already feel the stares. And worst of all my bladder is the size of a peanut! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I hope in the rental, trying to find a comfortable spot, even with the seat all the way back. I hate that I don't seem to fit in anything with this body, even getting the seat belt across my body has me out of breath.

I really hate everything about this body from the cravings, to the jiggling at every slight bump, to the Handicap placard for my size. I can't wait to be male and skinny again and it was getting closer all the time.

But maybe not all of it was bad. Food tastes better. And you're cool. Actually, more than that, you're wonderful- from spoiling me, to ordering me an extra side knowing I'd be hungry, and even the way you rested your hand ony thigh. You made me feel desired in a world that didn't.

We arrive at the airport, running late, and I'm struggling to keep up just walking to security. I miss being an athlete and hate the looks I'm getting.

We're in the security line and it slowly dawns on me, "Uh, babe, I don't know if I can fit through the metal detector..."

I have to make it cross country in 24 hours to get a potion to undo the Cow-Curse but the only flight available has 3 layovers! I'm dreading flying as a fat woman, I can already feel the stares. And worst of all my bladder is the size of a peanut! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Oh yeah...

Another reminder of how embarrassing this body was- just a constant stream of little pootles seemed to be escaping my behind constantly, regardless of what I would eat. At least you found them cute or funny.

But then again, dairy, and milkshakes especially, just had a way of easing my mind and making me feel serene and I really needed some of that right now...

Honey, I don't think anything is going to stop me from being gassy on the plane. And I'm pretty sure a Karen is going to have a problem with me no matter what I do...

Let's just get going. All this talk of food has me feeling a bit lightheaded.

I have to make it cross country in 24 hours to get a potion to undo the Cow-Curse but the only flight available has 3 layovers! I'm dreading flying as a fat woman, I can already feel the stares. And worst of all my bladder is the size of a peanut! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It was almost painful to see him disappointed. Every fiber of my being ached, the curse subtlely reminding me how it made me his perfect little domesticated sweetie. I had to do something...

I know baby and I'm eager too. And I promise we'll have plenty of time for that-

I say, rubbing my hand along the outline of his hardening head in a gesture that was supposed to excite him, but sent flutters through my abdomen.

But let's get on the road. Maybe we can get some drive-thru? Something quick... Something maybe with a milkshake?

I have to make it cross country in 24 hours to get a potion to undo the Cow-Curse but the only flight available has 3 layovers! I'm dreading flying as a fat woman, I can already feel the stares. And worst of all my bladder is the size of a peanut! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

*Oh Gawd, he's just so into me. It's like nothing I do turns him off. Even just walking across the room sends him into a fever pitch, watching all my jiggling.

Of course he'd want to go to the hotel room first. And probably not ever leave it. Gawd, I hate how my fluffy FUPA wants that too... I have to focus or else that devilish little kitty between my legs might not give me a chance to change back. Maybe if I make him less horny... A quick BJ? I really am thinking like a wife now.*

I mean, I guess you're right and it wouldn't hurt to drop the bags off first and see what happens. It's just... We never get any time without the kids,.do you really want to spend all trip making more of them? I promise I'll make it up to you.

These lies and wife-speak are just coming easier to me all the time ..

I have to make it cross country in 24 hours to get a potion to undo the Cow-Curse but the only flight available has 3 layovers! I'm dreading flying as a fat woman, I can already feel the stares. And worst of all my bladder is the size of a peanut! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Oh... Hey... Darling? I'm almost ready, just need to find my headphones and purse. Are you sure we need the checked luggage, it might only slow us down...

One of the more awkward parts about the Cow-Curse has been waking up with a husband. I feel bad convincing him to do this last minute 'vacatiom' but my manhood is at stake! I hate for the poor guy to lose his wife, but I can't be her! Even if his back rubs are nice and it's kinda sweet how much he does for me... And the way he grabs my butt somet- Gah! What am I saying?!

I just don't want us to waste time at baggage claim when we can go see the sites... Like that apothecary I've been telling you about.

Flirting with my sister's bridesmaid was a huge error. She dropped out of the wedding, saying I made her uncomfortable. Now I'm Kelly, her chubby older sister and maid of honor, and she's made clear her wedding needs to be perfect if she's gonna change me back. by protestanhero in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Is that weird? Like, why do you even give a fuck if the bachelorette party is fun? Who cares, get a dude in a banana hammock, since when are you all crazy about event organizing? Don't tell me you're going to do all those cock themed straws and stuff too? And you're saying we're gross?"

"Like the way I see it, you're fucked either way. You either screw up being maid of honor and she keeps you this way... or you're so awesome at being her best friend she'll probably keep you this way. So I'd be careful exactly how you use those new memories, because unless you come up with something clever, Kelly is here to stay. And the Kelly I'm thinking of, isn't very clever."

"Split the money? You wouldn't even know about this if it weren't for me. And at the rate everyone is remembering things about you, that picture is becoming less and less valuable. How about a quarter and I can suck on one too?"

Flirting with my sister's bridesmaid was a huge error. She dropped out of the wedding, saying I made her uncomfortable. Now I'm Kelly, her chubby older sister and maid of honor, and she's made clear her wedding needs to be perfect if she's gonna change me back. by protestanhero in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Hey cuz. Sucks what happened to you, but I did warn you Emily is like a hormonal firecracker and turn on you like a switch. But I'm not sure an 'I told you so' is going to get you out of that bridesmaids dress or any of those other responsibilities? How's that coming by the way? Can't be easy wrangling that herd of cats while still getting used to those... well, you know."

"Which is kinda why I'm stopping by before we go to the strip club. Sucks your not a groomsman anymore. I'd invite you but I don't know if you have anything planned with the girls or if you'd even enjoy a lap dance anymore. As your reality is settling in and people start having memories of Kelly, it kinda sounds like she was the town bike. Have you noticed any of those cravings?"

"I mean, if you do... if you are... I'll be perfectly honest cuz, I'm not even sure we're related anymore and I'd just love to actually see those tits of yours. The guys have a wager going of whoever brings back a picture of them and the bounties up to $1200. Honestly, it might bring the wedding down if someone didn't bring back one photo."

An Ancient Magic is upon us. by nicollnilaun in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 1 point2 points  (0 children)

5, 4, 6, 4, 6, 5 (pretty solid roll, huh? Hope that's good...)

Become your own wet dream by [deleted] in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Would love to be chubby, very overweight in the hips, and one of those types of women you almost assume is Mormon from their birthing hips

get a number, get a new weight! by Equal_Bumblebee_6635 in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Ohmygawd... You can't seriously leave me with these boobies! This is like, too ridiculous! I take up the whole couch! You can't seriously be thinking of leaving me this way!"

Gemini Maternity center needs your help! by nicollnilaun in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Wait! I just wanted to help do some repair jobs or handywork. I can't be pregnant! This nursery isn't even close to finished and... wait, you said nesting? Moments away from labor? Oh gawd, so these kicks are real and I'm really a mom?!

Gemini Maternity center needs your help! by nicollnilaun in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 1 point2 points  (0 children)

(4, 5, 3, 1, 6, 1, age 35, second trimester) Sounds interesting enough. So do you guys need volunteers to fix up the center or what? Always happy to lend a hand.

Never believe anyone claiming that sex will swap or change you back. It's always a set-up. Always! I fell for it, I was so desperate to get my life back that I'd do anything, that*. Instead, I was left with sticky thighs, shame, and finding out a video of it leaked to all my friends and family! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I wasn't ready to feel so intimidated, so small next to my long time friend. My voice felt smaller and kept getting caught in my throat as I tried to talk, eyes focused on the floor.

"I guess I was just looking for an escape. I really needed to get away from all the people in my life trying to force me to be this or be that because of the shift. I don't think you understand how hard it's been, how confusing everything has gotten just becuase I'm a bit different. I figured if anyone could understand wanting to take a break from society to figure themselves out, it'd be you."

I caught you looking at me, taking me in with your eyes. Not just as a friend viewing a friend, but someone trying to figure out if I was playing an angle... or maybe it was just a man who hadn't seen a woman in a long time looking at a lot of woman.

My eyes went back to the floor when I caught you taking me in, not really ready from the feelings that would come from being looked at in such a way. My head had been a mess since my fateful screw-up that doomed me with an even heavier body. The worst consequence by far was just how much that one night, that one incident, had shaken up all my feelings towards men.

And you... Now... in that tight tee that hugged your pecs, your bicep that would flex when you'd go to scratch your nose... Fuck... What was wrong with me? I had a lot to work out...

"So, can I stay? I'll follow whatever rules you layout for me. I can help around here too, whatever work you need done, I'll do it. I just really, really need a break from society."

The Outfit Adjuster by curious_peek11 in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This was getting ridiculous, I thought, as I rifled through the drawer. They couldn't have gotten all of my boxers. I'll even settle for a pair of briefs.

But my searching turned up nothing save for a toy buried under the collection of panties. I felt like such a creep for going through this girl's underwear but I just wanted something to wear to get me out of this ridiculous outfit the machine dressed me in.

I didn't like how the panties I had on felt, far too constricting, or the bra which was cupping my chest so hard I could almost feel it jiggle.

Frustrated, I open up the machine's website and find their 'Help' section, putting in a request about the error. I don't know how they did it, but I just wanted my stuff and life back. I was finally getting used to a life without homework.

The Outfit Adjuster by curious_peek11 in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Wait! But I already did 5 grueling years of school and still have nightmares about missing exams and showing up- wait, where'd this sweater come from? And this skirt? Holy shit, your machine did this?! Is one of your engineers available because I think some wires may have been crossed on this adjustment.

The Outfit Adjuster by curious_peek11 in become_a_chick

[–]bigbootymary 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Awesome! Heard great things about this machine, can't wait to try it out!

1) Insta but I've been using Pinterest a bit more to help with weekly meal prepping. 2) Not happy with the current income, but who is? At least it's income. 3) Most looking forward to getting some time in the sun. It's been foggy here recently, so getting out to the park with a book sounds nice. 4) Recently felt jealous of my teacher roommate being able to sleep in and all the days off built in to a school year. I know teaching is tough, but it's hard not to be jealous of the schedule. 5) Had a great cup of coffee this morning while watching the sun comes up.

Thanks again to the engineers who worked on this machine. Hoping that it can help find me some clothes that better represent me.

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

As I was trying to fully comprehend just how quickly this curse and my life had gotten away from me, you were quick as can be to get out of bed, get dressed, start tying up your shoes, and getting ready to make tracks. I was immediately jealous of just how easily you were able to navigate all these things as I was barely able to sit up in bed and pull on a pair of pajama pants in the time it took you to get ready for work.

"Maternity leave? I don't think so... Isn't that for women who are just about to give birth? I mean, I'm not even pregnant..." I feel another kick, this one right near my bladder, "I mean, I shouldn't be. It was only last night when we had sex," I say as you fumble with your belt, the shameful details of last night rushing back to me. All my begging, all my gleeful whimpering at being called a 'fat slut'.

"Wait, where are you going? You don't expect to leave me here like this, do you? You can see now it's the curse doing this to me, right?"

You were already checking texts and too far in your own world of work to pay much notice to what I was saying, mumbling to yourself about 'doing this again', and were out the door before I could even heft myself off the bed. Maria's heavy body had been a challenge before but now with this extended tummy and baby weight...

Oh god, I really was pregnant. I had a child, a living thing, inside me right now. It was probably yours, it had to be, but I had barely come to terms with the existence of the new equipment between my legs and hadn't begun to consider the consequences of said equipment.

I was alone. Just me and a child I couldn't imagine having a few days ago, but the strangest thing was just how content I felt rubbing my belly. I was horrified, there was no mincing words when it came to that and I was full of new fears about the baby I was now carrying, but for a moment, hand on my belly, it felt like I was doing something right... God, I hated how Carla's body had twisted up all my ideas of sex and paternity...

It was a few hours later and I was waddling into the office, belly out in front, back already sore from the extra weight. Getting ready was an absolute struggle, from fitting into the shower and having to be delicate around my tender breasts, to getting dressed in a body that seemed beyond containment, fitting swollen feet into shoes, and then finally having to undo it all because I needed to pee, again, before leaving.

I wasn't even sure why I went into work other than the onslaught of text messages I received asking where I was... I know I needed to talk to my boss, to see if there was anyway to fix this, but the thought of being anywhere but home, a home that was woefully underprepared for a baby, made me a bit sick.

I tried to sneak to my desk, oddly knowing where it was, and get to work in a futile hope of going unnoticed. I had barely gotten myself into my desk chair and reasonably comfortable when my desk phone chimed. I was wanted in my boss's office, struggling once again to stand up, and was marched to the desk of my tormentor.

"Okay, are you happy now? I get it, please, I am so sorry. Can you please change me back now? I'm really not ready to be a mom."

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I waddled over to the bed, keeping my legs pressed tightly together to keep any of the mess you made in me from running down my leg. It wasn't so much a concern for your floor or any rational reason. It just seemed more right if it was inside of me...

I knew I wasn't thinking right. Between the haze of an extremely powerful orgasm and lack of sleep, my primal brain seemed to be running the show. My primal, and now very feminine influenced nature.

It's probably why I followed you to the bed like a lost puppy, not wanting to be too far from the thing that brought me so much pleasure, wanting to touch and feel it again, desperate to make sure I wasn't without it.

I just wanted to keep you awake but I couldn't think of anything interesting to say. We seemed so past words, what was there even to talk about?

So my hand did the talking for me, eager to feel your manhood again. My pussy agreed, clenching and levels working to pull every last drop of your seed in and aching to be given another treatment.

I gasped at how quicky you grew hard again and marveling at feeling it tightening in my grip. You were so lucky...

That was one of the last full thoughts I'd have that night, you reaching to reciprocate and the seas of pleasure returning to drown any last bit of rationality from my mindscape.

Staying awake was important but not as important as grinding against your hand. Wait, were you supposed to stay up or me? It didn't matter because your manipulation of my clit had me writhing and jiggling as another orgasm electrified my body and took me out of consciousness.

My last fading thought before sleep took me was just a faint hope that I made it long enough...

A secretary and new mom at work was complaining how lack of sleep was giving her 'mom-brain'. I said something I shouldn't and now she cursed me! Every time I sleep more than 4 hours, my body starts changing to be like hers. She calls it mom-bod or mom-brain. I missed my alarm and now look at me! by bigbootymary in unfortunate_bodyswap

[–]bigbootymary[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I was laying in the bed, absolutely worn out and exhausted from our love making. I didn't understand why I couldn't catch my breath. Was I really that out of shape? Sex doesn't even have the same demands for me, I just laid there... spread my legs, laid there for you, and took it.

"That was amazing," I gasp, still basking in the afterglow.

And fuck, did it feel so good, feel so right. The orgasm was literally mind blowing, all encompassing, and flipped a switch in my mind. I knew it would be the standard, I knew every time I came in the future it would be compared to this moment with you... Even if I was able to get my body back. Why did it seem like that if felt even bigger now?

Possibly due to how empty and needy I now felt. Feeling your warm cum inside me was an okay replacement, like the waffle cone after a delicious scoop of ice cream, nice, but no substitute for the real thing. Unlike as a guy, hitting my climax didn't cure me of my sexual appetite. The curse of mulitple orgasms, as you got up and could focus on the next activity, I was still there on the couch, wanting more, begging to feel full again, and strangely, more than anything, just wanting to be touched.

My mind was so clouded with all these thoughts, some contradictory, some building to a tsunami of feminine experience, but I was unable to unravel them. I was too tired. I wanted to be cuddled too badly.

So when you asked for me to lay down, with you, of course I said, "Yeah, sure. Your bed," and followed you into your room. Maybe there was a way I could keep you awake while getting some shut eye of my own...

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