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It was a bright sunny day, I was sweating profusely due to wearing a ton of things that would help me hide my identity like a mask, gloves, pants and a long-sleeved shirt. I wasn’t deterred though; I was very confident in my robbery being successful! This rich bastard probably had a few thousand dollars lying around his mansion that likely wouldn’t hurt him if I got some of it.

I found myself jumping over the fence and entering Howard’s luxurious property, not letting a measly-… Well, not so measly 38°C stop me!… Unfortunately, there was something that did stop me, but I never could’ve expected such a thing!

I had no idea where it came from, but I got hit with a dart on my right arm. I assumed I had accidentally triggered it via a sensor of some kind because I looked around as soon as I got hit and saw no one else nearby. I was not expecting this at all, so I panicked and ran towards the fence I just jumped in an attempt to escape, but the dart would soon do its thing, weakening me enough to fall onto the concrete.

All this heat and the concern I had made me soak up in sweat, but most importantly, I thought I was about to fall unconscious due to the dart and then wake up in a jail cell or something like that… Once again, what happened next is something I never expected!

I didn’t faint or anything, I just lied down, unable to move much of my body. With the little bit of movement I did have, I removed some of the warm clothing I had on, during which, I noticed a few things. Upon removing my gloves, I noticed that my hands were smaller, not by much but still noticeable, although there were other strange features on them, like being smooth, hairless and my nails being long and looking glossy.

When removing my mask, I noticed there was a lot less hair brushing against it. I touched my chin to verify this otherwise absurd claim, and to my shock, my beard was almost completely gone, not to mention that the little bit of hair present there was receding into my skin as I brushed my dainty fingers across the smoothening surface of my face. Moving up a bit, my mustache would soon be gone alongside my beard.

I was genuinely curious as to what was going on, as this wasn’t making much sense. Things only got stranger as my short hair increased in length by a significant margin. While my hair grew, my height was decreasing, going from being 5’11 to a puny 5’2.

My clothes would feel very lose for a brief moment; nonetheless, this was short lived because a few minutes later, my body would begin growing. I still didn’t know what was going on, but seeing my arms get bigger alongside my chest made me excited that maybe I would become stronger than ever!… Oh, how naive I was.

I would soon realize my stupidity as I touched those previously mentioned body parts. They weren’t firm and hard like muscle, they were the complete opposite of such, feeling more like an overweight person rather than a strong one. What was just a guess of mine would slowly but surely become the truth as my body grew larger and my weight ballooned out of control.

Moving down from my chest, I noticed my belly was growing as well, feeling just as soft and jiggly as the rest of my body. Being a fat guy was already not something I was looking forward to, but the shape of my body, aside from being round and plump, would begin to develop and oddly feminine shape.

My fat man-boobs were quickly and concerningly becoming more like real female breasts, and although it was expected that my thighs and hips would grow as well, it felt like more fat was piling up on those areas compared to others. My ass felt really cushion-like, not unpleasant by any means but it only added to the mysterious figure I was developing, one that was far from being manly.

My body jiggled intensely as I attempted to adjust my position due to my thighs placing pressure around my manhood. It was strange and embarrassing, feeling all that immense amount of fat jiggle felt… pleasurable… like sexually, really good… This also made me realize I now had a womanly voice due to the soft moans escaping my plump lips in that moment of weird euphoria.

I already knew I was transforming into a woman, a 200-pound woman at that, and not too long after that realization, said transformation would come to an end with quite the bang. My cock and balls shot up into my body after not being able to deal with my tree-trunk-thick thighs, a vagina now being in its place, almost squirting right then and there as the sudden and violent disappearing of my manhood brought me to the edge of an orgasm, yet again making my huge body jiggle.

I may have lied actually, I was 200 pounds for a few more minutes and the feminization had ended, but my growth didn’t! I was extremely concerned as to how far this would go, especially as the clothes I still had on would start to rip and tear, unable to contain my giant gut, fat tits and massive ass cheeks.

I would finally recover enough strength to get back up, but by then, I was a 300-pound naked woman in Howard’s expensive property. Great… Just when I thought I had seen everything, one last strange thing happened.

Once I managed to get up, proving to be insanely difficult due to the great weight of my hanging belly and boobs, I gasped as I saw Howard approaching me, the rich man himself. I attempted to run away from him, keyword there being ‘attempted’, because at best I waddled and moved forwards as fast as my past self could walk, not to mention that it felt so damn exhausting!

Worst of all, as I ‘ran’ away I looked back, and he seemed joyful to see my fat body jiggle like a soft marshmallow! Once he caught up to me, I expected for him to mock me before calling authorities to arrest me, but instead… things got really… sexual.

He started calling me stuff like ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’, told me I’d make for a great big, beautiful wife and touched me in inappropriate ways. I attempted to fight back this pervert at first, but right from the get-go, my mind couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing it felt for him to touch me.

Howard squeezed by fat breasts, feeling really sensitive; then he grabbed a decent bit of my huge belly and played with it; afterwards, he moved down and placed his large hands onto my hips before the other hand made its way towards one of my big cellulite-covered ass cheeks while the other moved closer towards my new womanhood.

None of this felt wrong… Even I was in complete disbelief! I have no clue if the dart had altered anything within my brain, but it felt like this guy’s hands were magical, making me feel good no matter where or how he groped my 300-pound body.

I’m currently following his orders, posing for him as he takes photos of me and my big womanly and nude form. Not sure what to do next… Aside from getting fucked by him because holy shit! The erect penis inside his shorts looked ripe for a plus-sized lady like me to ride it~… Wait no! Well, like… It’s true, but I need to get out of this situation, definitely!