Ted was always shopping for the latest product that would keep him occupied. When he was away for work, he developed the bad habit of meeting new women despite having someone he loved at home. Ted only felt the pressure grow as time pasted.
This month he was traveling to Austin, Texas. A new client who needed a stock portfolio. Ted specialized in getting the sale. He knew exactly how to pick apart a clients head to his advantage.
He arranged an Air-bnb room service. Ted preferred the local perspective it offered in comparison to a more traditional hotel.
After arriving in Austin he made his way to the home. It was a small place in the heart of the city. Densely packed apartments and verticality surrounded the dwelling. It seemed out of place. Three knocks on the door, Ted waited patiently for his host. She opened the door with a warm smile.
"Welcome child! My name is Martha, it's so ungodly hot today isn't it? Come in, let me show you around."
The overweight elderly woman staggered out of the way to let Ted in. She showed him the place in a hurry, as fast as her body would allow it. The home was pretty standard and it had a nice central location. An intricately crafted wooden wardrobe sat in the corner of the bedroom. Martha mentioned it was a family heirloom, it's the only thing that Ted thought was oddly placed in the sleeping chamber. It was almost as if it was more important than the bed.
Ted slapped his suitcase on the bed and started to unload his business garments. He opened the wardrobe to look for some hangers, grabbing a few and pinning what was within his reach. He reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of women's clothing on a hanger. He dug into one of the drawers and even found a matching set of panties. Must have been something the past guest left he thought to himself. He positioned the women's clothing on the bed and moved his items into the wardrobe.
Within a moment the clothing seemed to climb towards his body. The bra and panties crawled from the bed onto his leg and under his belt. He felt it wrap against crotch, the tight lacy material spreading across his waist. Next the bra did it's best. The cloth sneaked past his armpit and wrapped his chest. It felt like a magnet was pulling his pecs forward. A tingling sensation filled him as his whole body started to change. Ted undressed himself and tried to rip at the fabric. He ran over to a mirror and watched as his face started to meld into a female version of himself. His cock stiffed and shrank at the same time. He felt it twist and contort under the lacy prison. Ted's hips exploded filling with feminine fat, his whole form started to soften. Muscle shrank and encased in a ladylike softness. A stream of hair fell from his head and the transformation was complete.
Ted finally removed the fabric from his body. It fell lifeless to the floor. Ted gazed into the mirror in shock and disbelief. His hand felt the smoothness of his feminine form, even touching his lower parts. She made her way to the bed and crawled towards her phone. She felt her vagina open up in ways she did not expect. The cold air tickling her.
Maybe this wasn't permanent? What if she could just enjoy herself for the night? She put on the rest of the clothes and headed out the door. The city was alive with activity. Barhopping individuals moving in packs across the streetscape.
"Tiffany" or at least that's what she called herself made her way into the crowd. A few drinks and she was off to an exciting night. She made her way to a bar-cade and popped a few quarters in the machine. It wasn't long until she was enjoying the vibration of the arcade motorcycle against her sensitive parts.
A attractive male called out from a nearby game,
"I call next game! If I win I get to take you home tonight."
Tiffany wondered what a sexual experience would be like from the other side. She nodded,
"I don't think you can handle me buddy"
She let him win. She wanted the attention and things at the bar heated up. It wasn't long until they were kissing under the neon glow of the night. She brought him back to her place and the night ended on a high note. She dozed off into the night satisfied with the escape she had made for herself.
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She woke up to an empty bed. Sunlight filled the room. A hangover created a light throbbing in her head. She made her way over to the wardrobe and opened it looking for Ted's clothing, but no such thing was there. A note sat at the bottom of the wardrobe. She picked it up and read it to herself.
"Dear Tiffany,
or if that's what you wanted me to believe. I know your secret. I went through the same fate as you.
I used to be a female and the wardrobe gave me an escape for the night. A new body and a new outlook on life. You see, you took my clothes. I was supposed to turn back into female me sooner.
It wasn't hard for me to take your/my clothes and reinvigorate them in the wardrobes magic when you were asleep. But before that my friend took your clothes and now she is much happier as a man. I'm sure you'll find out why soon enough."
A tentacle of clothing lashed out from the closet. It looked incredibly large. A XXXL sized pair of panties clung to Tiffany's arm and swung towards her hips clinging themselves around her waist. A Double-F sized bra flung from a hanger finding it's home on her perky chest. She tore at the fabric in a panic as she felt herself tingling under the same magic.
This time she was growing to fit. Her legs started to swell with flesh she squeezed her ever-growing legs together in an effort to suffocate the fabric. The effort was only wasted as she felt her softer legs now squishing into each other, cellulite lumps formed under her skin. Her ass bubbled outward, forming a small shelf to be formed along her backside. Tiffany's waist multiplied as the undergarments now were snug against her massive lower half. Her knee bulked and rolls formed encasing her legs in deep crevasses.
Next her chest started to gain. filling up with a soft warm fluid, it's heft pulling her forward. It's effects wrapped around her back as the bra straps were becoming lost in Tiffany's growing form. Now her belly became the main attraction as it bloated forward. Her bellybutton sinking deeper into the void of fat she was becoming. She could feel her ab muscles droop as the weight of her stomach increased. She rose her arms as they started to tingle, pure lard filled them as they drooped into her softer armpits.
Finally her extremities changed. her fingers fattening into plump sausages, unable to even close her fist. Her face and neck changed beyond recognition as her features became obscured by fat. Even Tiffany's calves filled with density as they rounded out.
She leaned her bulk over the bed in an attempt to catch herself, unable to catch her breath. The effects beginning to wear off.
A firm knock rang at the door.
"Police! Open up"
Tiffany waddled her way over to the door. Her body jiggled and swayed as she moved.
Maybe they could help her out.
Maybe they would believe the story.
. 
"Mam we have reports that a fat woman with your description was last seen with Mr. Ted Hothorn. His tattered clothing and ID was found in the river early this morning. We will need to bring you in for questioning."
Martha, the landlord spoke up from between the officers. "I've never seen this woman before I'd like her removed from my rental."
The over sized Tiffany started blankly into the officer's eyes. Her double chin glistening with sweat.
"Mam at least put something on. We can't be bringing you into public like that."
It's true what they say - Everything's bigger in Texas.
