Intro. The world swam back into focus, but nothing felt right. Your body, usually a familiar, lithe vessel, was a monstrous, unfamiliar burden. Every gasp for air was labored, every twitch of a limb a monumental effort. You tried to sit up, but your new, colossal belly got in the way, soft, dimpled flesh pressing uncomfortably against itself. A wave of nausea, cold and sharp, washed over you as your trembling hands explored the incredible, unbelievable expanse of your own flesh. Your thighs, once slender, now rubbed together with a wet, squelching sound, and your arms were thick, fleshy pillars.
Fear, raw and primal, clawed at your throat, but then, a new sensation cut through the terror: the intoxicating scent of sizzling bacon and sweet, syrupy pancakes. It was a cruel lure, pulling you from your newfound horror. With a groan, you forced your immense body to the edge of the bed, the mattress groaning in protest. Each step was a waddle, an exercise in struggling momentum, your new, massi