Accepting

Eleanor walked confidentiality down the sunny beach shore. She felt a little saucy wearing a bikini that was too small for her ample frame but she didn’t care. She knew if she felt good, she looked good. Sure, she could have altered her appearance to make herself look like a swimsuit model but she was on vacation. This witch needed to relax.

She looked down at her deep cleavage and smiled. Her large breasts jiggled with every step and the smallest amount of excess boob kept creeping over her bikini top. Her round ass was barely contained and the string holding on her bottom half was at its limit.

Eleanor would get the occasional side glance from the younger, thinner girls who would kill themselves if they had her extra padding. The boys couldn’t be more different as Eleanor caught almost all of them gazing at her curvy frame… all except Tom.

Tom was six foot tall, handsome and barely had an ounce of noticeable fat on his body. Eleanor could feel his gross, judging gaze from yards away as she walked closer. His brotastic attitude came out in full force as he cracked a beer and spread his legs. When Eleanor passed he made the sound of a truck backing up.

Eleanor turned quickly and put her hands on her curvy hips. The nerve.

“Oh yeah, skinny boy? For you, I’m going to break a promise to myself. You’re in for a treat.“

She paused and breathed deep. She thought hard. Yeah, he deserved this.

“You could stand to be a little more… accepting.”

She laughed and continued on her way, pulling on her loose bikini straps.

“Crazy fat bitch,” Tom muttered to himself. As he watched her walk away he could have sworn he saw her fat butt shrink.

“Ok. I’m buzzed. Heck, must be the oversized bikini she’s wearing. Big clothes won’t make you skinny, lady,” he said as he took a deep pull from his beer.

Tom almost drooled as he took in the endless stream of bikini beach dwellers passing by. Tom couldn’t remember the last time he saw so many thin, fit ladies at the beach.

He overheard a group of sun bathing college girls shouting and screaming just a few yards away.

“I don’t know how, Ashley, but look at me! I’m thin! Oh, my God! It’s happening to you, too. Ashley, look at your butt! It’s smaller!

“Tina, what the hell is going on? Is it something in the water you brought? Maybe the sunscreen?”

“No clue but, who cares? I’ve never been this skinny in my whole life! Crap, my suit’s falling off!”

The giddy girls grabbed their belongings and rushed off. Their plus sized swimsuits hung off their thinning bodies and they wrapped large beach towels around each other to cover up.

“Ok. That was weird,” Tom said as he rested his beer can on his pot belly.

Tom looked down in horror. His once flat waist now curved outward. He actually had a small gut.

“What the shit? Fucking beer,” he said angrily dumping out the rest of the can on the sand. “Going to have to hit the gym extra hard. Never had anything this bad before.”

He pushed his fingers into his waist. The extra flesh squished around his fingers. No denying it. It was fat. The more he poked and prodded, the deeper his fingers sunk in. Even his belly button looked deeper.

“Jesus, I’ve never had to worry about this before,” he said pinching a healthy amount of flab. The bloating from the beer made him feel like he was filling up with excess gas. He felt awkward in his lawn chair and constantly had to adjust himself. His body just didn’t feel right. He loosened the string on his trunks to relieve some of the pressure that was growing around his waist.

Tom heard another group of excited women.

“Girl, you hitting the gym ‘cause, damn,” a twenty-something woman declared to her thicker friend.

The thick friend gasped and rubbed her hands all over her dwindling body.

“What’s happening?!? I’m getting skinny,” she shrieked with glee while holding her bigger bathing suit in place.

Tom witnessed it, too and couldn’t believe it. The woman had transformed from a snacking couch potato to an amazing after picture from an informercial. Her fat had somehow drifted off her in a matter of seconds. If only he could use some of that magic for his growing pot belly…

Tom did a double take when he looked down. He didn’t have a small amount of belly pudge anymore but a large swelling gut that was surging out in all directions. He looked like a human water balloon being filled with hot water.

His growing love handles oozed over the band of his swim trunks like marshmallow fluff. His ass inflated and pancaked across the chair. His back widened so much that rolls of fat began to form.

“What the Hell is happening to me,” Tom sat in shock at his expanding body.

He witnessed an overweight teenaged girl, braving a swimsuit for the first time gasp as her top slipped off, exposing her shrinking boobs. Her large, hanging udders pulled into her chest and firmed up into perfect c-cups, the excess fat, once again, magically disappearing.

Tom felt the swelling and bloating all throughout his body. His belly pushed out further to Buddha-like proportions, flowing over the waistband of his tight trunks - pooling on top of his inflating thighs. His chest, already a little puffy, expanded into a pair of man boobs so large that they rivaled any woman’s around him.

“This is not happening,” Tom said slowly, breathing more heavily. The excess weight was having an effect on his speech. He was starting to sound fat.

“I have to get out here,” he said peering down at his obese, rotund body. His face felt awful when it squished against a thick layer of shoulder and back fat. He didn’t have a visible neck, just a round chubby head on a swelling mountain of blubber.

When Tom made an attempt to get up, he couldn’t move. His new weight pinned him to the lawn chair and a humongous stomach prevented him from bending. He was surrounded by fat. He tried again, his face red, body sweating. After straining, he managed to get to his fat feet, panting and wheezing but something had come with him. His lawn chair was stuck tightly on his fat ass.

“Wow. I didn’t think you’d get this big,” chuckled a familiar voice behind him.

Tom turned and saw the familiar woman, Eleanor, but it took him a few seconds to recognize her. He expected to see the same thick woman before but instead she was super thin and toned. Gone were her excess curves and thickness. She was so trim she could pass as a fitness model.

“You,” he said, slowly raising a fat arm and pointing a pudgy finger at Eleanor. “What the Hell did you do to me?”

“A simple spell,” she said, yanking the stuck chair off his massive behind. “I figured, if you cared about one woman’s apperance so much, you’d be willing to help all women. Relive us of the burden of the flab. Fat is such a problem for us ladies, you know?”

A fourty year old mother walked by with her kids, her wide apple booty deflating. Tom felt his ass get heavier and wider.

“Stop! Please! I’m the fattest guy ever! Change me back,” the overweight Tom pleaded with her.

“Don’t worry. The fat transfer spell is wearing off. Also, it caps off before the vessel becomes immobile,” she said with a devilish grin as she sauntered away.

“Wait,” Tom called after her and began to follow. He couldn’t walk normally, couldn’t keep up with her long leggy strides. He grunted as he waddled. “You can’t leave me like this!”

“Oh please, Tom,” she walked back to him, patting his fat belly. “You just helped all of these ladies achieve bodies they could only dream of. Do you really want to deny them the sexy thin bods you crave to gawk at? I couldn’t give it back to them, even if I tried. The spell’s a one way street.”

“But… I…”

“You’re a guy. You go to the gym. You can burn it off in no time or if you can’t, society tends to accept fat guys a little more over fat ladies,” she said over her shoulder as she left again. “Let this day be a lesson for you, Tom. Be accepting of different body types.”

She snickered again and hollered from a distance.

“Especially your own!”