After a meeting with his girlfriend, James wakes up one morning to find a lot has changed...



“Well this is nice”
James sat on the bench, his arm circled round Charlie’s shoulders. Her head rested on his shoulders as they sat in the dilapidated park bench, watching the sun set in the distance.
“yeah, it is” breathed Charlie, her long grayish-purple arms wrapped around his waist.
“Have you had any luck looking for a job yet?” James asked, stroking her silky black hair.
“No” she replied “I’ve looked all over the place, but very few are willing to give out jobs for me to do while I finish my course, its really annoying”
“I’m sure it is, I’m still finding trouble getting one I can do on weekends” He smiled
“Not just that but it seems like everyone else has one, Marely and Luica both got ones in florists while Iggy got herself into lifeguarding and Sasha is serving coffees at Costa. To top it all off I’ve got two papers on morality and altruism to hand in tomorrow, both of which are only half complete and my bitch of a professor will crucify me if I don’t hand them in” she sighed taking a swig from the beer bottle each of them held. “At least I’ve still got you”
“I know!” he chuckled “eight months and still going strong” he reached down and lightly kissed her lupine forehead “And you’re still gorgeous as ever”
“Aaw, aren’t you the soppy one” she grinned taking another swig of beer “I still can’t believe it took you so long to ask me”
“you’re very intimidating” he offered as she burst into giggles “Looking so sure and confident with your pack of friends, it wasn’t exactly easy getting you on your own” he rubbed her shoulders as they snuggled closer together. The sinking sun caused long shadows over the piles of rubbish and cigarette butts that littered the park, the thrum and noise of the city could be heard away in the distance.
“Are you thinking about heading to Jackson’s next week? He seems to be putting together some kind of party- sounds fun- though I think there’s going to be no shortage of booze and fags” she asked “Sasha and a few others are going and I thought I’d ask if you wanted to tag along, I went to a similar one last weekend and they’re usually fun”
“Nah” he replied “I’ve got plenty of work to do and my family wants me at home at least some of the time”
“Not trapesing about with your girlfriend then?” she teased.
“exactly, they still aren’t pleased after the vodka incident”
“I was fine! I’d just got a little confused with exactly how much I had drunk, it’s not like anyone was harmed”
“I don’t think all the vomit in the wheelie bins and across the pavement was exactly happily received” he chuckled “Nor finding you asleep in my bath”
“Still didn’t prevent me from sleeping over with you the following night, didn’t it?”
They laughed for a while, watching the lights of the tower blocks flicker on with the fading light.

“I do love spending quiet time with you” murmured Charlie, listening to the lynx’s slowly and steady heartbeat through his chest, tracing circular patterns on him with her fingertips, her wrists are covered in different bead chains, in a variety of pastel colours.

“Me too”

They hugged tightly, smelling each other’s fragrant hair. James swigged the last dregs of his beer and tossed the bottle aside, sighing with content. Charlie followed in finishing hers and the two sat in silence for a minute, enjoying the company of one another.

“Baby, I think we’d better go” he whispered “I’ve got classes tomorrow and I can’t afford to be tired for that”

“Alright” she groaned, sitting back up “I don’t need to hear again about how much you English majors need your sleep, I’ve heard it enough times already” she got up and stretched her lithe figure, her loosely fitting crop top and shorts rustling in the cool breeze. “I should be heading back as well always”

“I’ll walk you home then” he offered, taking her arm and leading her out the park’s rusted main gate. They walked together through the dark streets, chatting together under the light of the street lamps, talking about university, jobs and the social lives of their friends. Crossing along the lines and lines of suburban tracts they came along to Charlie’s home. The lights were on and they could hear the noise of the television coming from the living room.

“So” she turned, smiling to face him. “Thank you for a lovely night”

“Thank you too” he grinned, pulling her into an embrace, they giggled and their lips met for a few seconds, her tongue exploring the inside of his cheeks. They broke away laughing and she strolled off towards her front door waving goodbye.

As she went inside, James turned and head down to his own house, barely three streets away. Everything was dark, save the bright glow of the street lamps that illuminated his way. He arrived outside his own house was a large semi-detached building, two cars parked outside on the driveway, a tidy front garden with baskets overflowing with Clamatis and hedges bursting with privet. He shivered as another breeze blew through his Bioshock T-shirt and cargo shorts, then opened the door and slipped inside. He carefully made his way along the hallway, moving past pictures of the gathered family, his mother was a good looking lynx of forty and his father was well built and of a similar age. Pictures of him and his now fourteen younger sister Mika also decorated the walls, shoving them at birthdays and family events. He crept up the stairs and rounded the corner towards his bedroom.

“Nice evening?”

James turned to see his mother heading up to bed, a mug of herbal tea held tightly in her paw. Her long brown hair looked bedraggled after a long day and looked in need of rest. She still remained a beautiful woman, but age looked like it was starting to wear her down.

“Yeah” he replied “we just sat and talked, we’ve both got classes tomorrow so we couldn’t stay for long”

“that’s nice of you” she yawned and went to go into her bedroom. “Mika has a volleyball match tomorrow afternoon and it would be much appreciated if you could join us there”
“Of course mum, goodnight”

“night” she again yawned and went off to bed. James opened the door to enter his own room. It was typical of his age; large posters of Black ops 2 and Modern warfare 3 put up over his bed, dirty clothing strewn across the floor, a television with his Xbox hooked up sitting on the dresser and his desk. Covered in work papers, books and food wrappers, while his laptop sat with a dark screen, ready to be switched on. He stood in the middle, stripping off his shirt and shorts then carelessly tossing them in the corner. The bed was badly made, the duvet half falling off the mattress in disarray. Stripped down to his underwear James climbed inside and wrapped the cool mattress around him, encasing him like a cocoon. He glanced over at the framed picture Charlie had given him, of her relaxing at a beach, her sensual purple body laid out in front of him. Sighing, he squeezed his eyes hut and relaxed, letting himself slip into sleep.

Halfway through the night, he seemed to experience some horrible nightmare. Shaking in terror and disbelief, despite not rousing to consciousness. Its soon died down and the rest of the night carried on uneventful.

The next morning, James felt the warm summer sun on his cheek and groaned as he awakened. Eyes still closed he stretched his sluggish body, his tired limbs unresponsive. Rolling onto his back, he remembered his classes that day, and tried to rouse himself. Slowly he opened his gluey eyes and glanced up at the ceiling, his eyes alighting on the mobile hanging above him.

Mobile? His mind raced to process what he was seeing and he jolted fully awake. In panic ad confusion he spun his head. Where his scruffy and disorganised room once was, it was now replaced by something completely alien. Everything in the room was painted a lurid pastel pink. A fluffy rug of a lighter shade was laid out over the carpet, next to which his battered wardrobe had been replaced by a huge pink one, nearly twice its size. Looking over to his desk, he saw it too had disappeared. In its place was a childish dollhouse along with a large pile of various stuffed toy animals.

“Where the fuck am I?” he murmured, taking it all in. It seemed he had woken up in someone else’s room, one occupied clearly by a young girl. Nothing that was his was there, no clothes were haphazardly spread across the floor. “I must be in the wrong house”
He made a move to get up, but couldn't. Looking down he saw why.
He seemed to have gained 300 pounds over the night, his once light frame was now considerably bloated with pillows of soft pale fat. Where he once had a flat plain of a stomach, a ponderous gut rose into the air like that of a pregnant woman. Above his belly he now sported a pair of swollen breasts with thick rosy nipples, sagging to the side of his huge stomach. He could feel his newly enlarged buttocks squishing beneath him, surrounded by some sort of cushy underwear.
He struggled himself upright, his doughy flesh rippling like water. Sitting against the headboard, panting like a dog. All his limbs felt like lead and the weight of his stomach was hard to shift. Looking down James noticed he had been sleeping in a lurid pink duvet, he grabbed his heavy belly and peered down.

Instead of the boxers shorts he wore the previous night, he now wore a thick plastic undergarment that he realised in shock was an adult sized version of a babies’ diaper. what was worse, the diaper he wore was clearly intended for one of the opposite sex, complete with pink colouration and purple heart prints.
“Something is very wrong” he murmured. Glancing about the girlish room, he decided he needed to get out of bed and see who’s house he was in. Grunting he shifted his massive lower half off the side of the bed. His huge backside landed on the floor with a thump. When he tried to stand he found out two things, firstly his legs felt too weak to support his obese body, secondly the thickness of his diaper forced his legs far apart in a waddle.

“goddam it!” he hissed, crawling forwards on his hands and knees, his pink diapered tush sticking up in the air. Crawling over to the huge wardrobe, he pulled it open and peered inside. Large pink sundresses, feminine smocks and onsies, frilly diaper covers and a variety of infantile clothing was neatly folded or hung up. Worst of all, they were all in his new size, made to fit a girl as bloated by fat as he was.

“What the hell is happening!” he held his head in his hands, feeling his new chubby cheeks squish. He had to be in some sort of dream, this couldn’t possibly be happening. It seemed like his entire reality had shifted somehow. How could it get any worse, he wondered.
As if on cue, he felt a tingling in his manhood, before he could react his dong started to spray pee inside his diaper, he shuddered with disgust as his crotch was soaked in hot piss. The front of the diaper started to swell with the wetness, a large dark stain rapidly grew across the front pad.

“Oh no” he whined “I actually need diapers?”, he felt the soaking plastic with his paw, shivering with discomfort from the hotness now soaking his junk. The diaper had swollen larger now, making him waddle more with every step. He sat contemplating his now soggy nappy when he heard the door open behind him. He turned and gasped, it was his mother.
“how’s my little girl doing today?” she grinned. It was his mother, but she had changed. She looked fifteen years younger, her face had lost its creases and now looked fresh and young, her body had plumped in her curves while her breasts had seemed to swelled a fair few cup sizes and jiggled about with every motion she made.

“M-mum?” he whined, shocked at how much younger she looked. “what’s happening?”

She smiled blankly, seemingly unable to hear.

“MUM!” he yelled “Why am I am in a diaper!! Where are we?” growing more and more desperate by the second. Again his mother didn’t respond. Instead of offering an explanation she said.

“You look very cranky today, did baby wet her diapee?”

“Her?!!” spluttered James as she strolled over and placed a hand on the front pad of his diaper.
“Hmm, no wonder why, you’re a very soggy girl!” she patted her exasperated son on the head “I’d think we’d better go and change you!”

James wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. He must be going insane, he reckoned. Some kind of demented hallucination. His mother slid her hands under his fat armpits and hoisted him into the air without breaking a sweat. His mind boggled, he must be morbidly obese yet she carried him into the hallway like he weighed nothing. Outside, the hall was exactly the same one he walked down he previous night, same décor, same pictures. But as she started to carry him down the stairs, he noticed something off about the family photos. He was missing from all of them. His mother, father and sister were all present but he seemed to have completely vanished from every single one. This realisation made him whimper with fear as he was taken into the kitchen. It was the same kitchen from yesterday aside from a large high chair that looked big and strong enough to hold his new poundage. He was sat down in the same chair and his mother strapped him in. She headed off to the cupboard as Mika walked in.

“Mika? Mika, help me!” he begged, straining at the straps, his huge stomach shaking like jelly.
“Aww, is baby not liking her chair?” Mika looked like she was going out, with ratty jeans and her bright crimson hair done up in a loose braid.
“Mikkkka!” he whined, shaking about. She held him back tenderly, smiling happily.
“Okay lil sis, just calm down, breakfast is here”

As if on cue, James’ mother returned carrying a large bowl of sloppy oatmeal and milk mix which was sat down in front of him, before he had time to gape at the amount of food, she had grabbed a spoon and begun to shovel the viscous mixture into his mouth. He tried to spit it out or keep his mouth shut, but he found he couldn’t. He was powerless to stop his mother feed him the warm, slimy mix. It piled up inside him as she methodically shovelled it into him, his mother making small talk with his sister as she did so.
“There we go!” smiled his mother, scraping the last of the oatmeal into James’ mouth. He groaned, clutching his full stomach as the food gurgle and slushed about in his full gut.

“Aww, she looks like such a cutie once she’s full” Mika giggled, taking a photo of him to post to her friends online.
“Well she’s a cutie in a very soggy diaper!” she replied, pressing her hand into the swollen front pad “And I think it’s time we changed her”
James was unbuckled and hosted through the air, moaning and groaning. His mother carried him over to a pink plastic mat that Mika helpfully rolled out to sit him on. His blubbery body was laid down with a thump, his fat jiggling with the shockwave.

As the pair of females grabbed the changing supplies, James had time to think. He realised now, that somehow he was now in a world where he was an obese adult baby and treated as such, worse off it seemed, everyone here seemed to think he was a girl!
Mika slit the tapes and pulled the diaper open. James felt a rush of cool air on his cock, reassured that he still had his proper junk in place. The diaper was swollen and stained yellow with his piss, it was pulled out from under him as his mother unfurled a fresh one, again garish pink with images of red bears printed all over. She lifted up his legs and slid the crisp diaper under him, she then proceeded to take some powder and liberally pour it over his buns and crouch, coating his fur in fine white dust. Once he had been powdered up, she folded the pad of the diaper up and over, taping its shut tightly then allowing his belly to sag over the rim.

“There we go!” She smiled, picking him up “Nice and dry now!” James didn’t dare say anything, knowing what he said would be ignored anyway. Once he had been posed for Mika to take another photo of him, his mother carried him back upstairs into his room. She sat him down on the bed, his padding crinkling loudly in protest and opened up his wardrobe.

“Now sweetie, what shall we pick?” she smiled, rooting through the gaudily feminine clothes, she looked at a few, murmuring a few comments about them before moving on. Her face lit up, and she pulled something out.

“You’d look perfect in this!”

James’ jaw dropped in horror as he saw the sundress she was holding, it was made from large amounts of pink cloth of varying shades, some areas a dark purple. It looked like a pair of curtains had been used up to allow for his size. He wildly shook his head, his fat cheeks and jowls flapping wildly but his mother took no notice. His arms were held up and the suffocating pinkness of the dress enveloped him. It was a near perfect fit, hugging the bulges and curves of his big belly and buttocks. To his dismay, he found that his flabby moobs filled out the front of the dress, which seemed to act like a bra, giving his mounds of fat form and definition like a feminine bosom. His mother squealed in delight, calling him her “little princess” and similar names. To complete the look, she put huge thigh-high socks on his swollen legs then tied on a pair of purple baby boots onto his feet and matching gloves onto his fat hands.

“You look adorable sweetie!” she gushed, admiring her handiwork, straitening some of myriad of white bows that covered his dress.

“Mum” he pleaded one more time, tears forming in his eyes “Please listen to me, what is happening! Please…”

Her beaming smile never wavered. “such a pretty little girl you are! We just need you’re hair to grow back out, then you’ll look lovely!”

James looked at himself in the mirror. This apparently was his new life. Weighing around 450 pounds, with heavy moobs the size of grapefruits and a belly bigger than a bean bag, dressed in a baby’s sundress, with socks, gloves and matching booties. He felt like crying again.

He was led by the hand back downstairs, waddling like a penguin- his meaty thighs rubbing together. When Mika saw him she gave a little squeal, clapping her hands at the sight of him. He turned red with shame but allowed himself to be led over to the living room and sat down among a bunch of baby toys.

“Good girl!” his mother patted his pampered rump and got up to go “Play nicely for a few minutes, you've got playdates coming over!”

James wished he could scream.