I was sitting at my desk in my home office, typing away, talking to a client on the phone.
I failed to notice my husband sneak in and he put a glass of water on my desk.
Shooting him a smile, he left and I went back to work.
I hung up and took a drink. The water tasted amazing. I guess I was thirsty.
I was wearing black dress pants and a white blouse, the sleeves rolled up, so they wouldnt get in my way.
Continuing working, I started to feel weird, kind of... numb.
After an hour, my clothes felt tight, suffocating me, making it hard to breath.
I brushed the top button on my blouse and it flew off.
What the fuck?
Looking down, I saw a giant doughy belly, hanging over a pair of massive thighs, stretching the fabric of my pants. Of course, it was hard to see all this past my tits, which were double in size now.
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Poking myself, I gasped quietly seeing that it was all real.
What happened to me?
I tried getting up, but my ass was stuck in the skimpy chair that was once enough for my weight.
My face boiled as I tried pushing and pulling myself out of the chair to no avail.
The water.
H/n always considered my body underweight. Oh god, he did this.
"H/n!"
Footsteps to the door and it swung open, revealing my husband.
"Yes, love..."
He trailed off, seeing my new body crammed in the tiny chair.
I blushed, looking away, my pillow like arms, resting on my giant belly.
"You did this." I growled.
H/n's face broke out into the expression of satisfaction.
"Indeed. Maybe if you'd been happy with your old body, I wouldnt feel obliged to give you a new one."
I felt my eyes moisten as I tried once again, to pull myself from the chair, ignoring his smirk.
"Can you atleast help me get out of this contraption?"
H/n grinned, striding over and taking my fat hands in his broad ones and tugging.
I popped out of the chair and staggered into him, but he caught me with a grunt.
My body jiggled as I tried taking a step to the door. I felt heavy and walking was a chore.
H/n walked cautiously behind me, but when I tripped and fell to the floor with a thud, he stood over me.
