"Bathing Suit Swap at Katrina's Closet"

What's this? An unannounced Exclusive Cuts title? A third post in one day? Yes to both!

"Fit Friend, Fat Friend" was proving tougher to crack, and I wanted something to write quickly and to get my brain moving. Plus, even though I recently did a role reversal in Katrina's Closet, I knew this one would prove easy and... ya know bikinis, so I went to the well again.

(Oh, and this will also be included in volume 7 of exclusive cuts, 7. I think in teasers and other places I accidentally starting calling that volume 8, but we're not there yet. Anyway...

Enjoy!

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Gwendolyyn was annoyed by Mathilde’s insistence on calling out sick at the last possible moments, but as manager, she knew she was to be counted on to pitch in with full effort and do things herself. This meant less time for research and ritual casting, but Gwen put her vanity projects aside for the moment, rolled up her sleeves, pushed up her glasses, and prepared to get to work.

And the work came soon as a pair of women walked into the store. The two cut a rather intriguing sight to Gwendolyyn. Though they were similar in height and age, both clearly out of college, their weights were anything but. The first woman to walk into the store glided in with confidence. Her body was slim but curvy. She was toned and tanned and athletic. She was the kind of woman who carried herself with the knowledge that her stereotypical beauty gave her power and she loved to use it. The second woman, who entered only after the first had to spend several moments beckoning her to hurry up, was a much rounder, dowdier one. Whereas the first woman had a strut, the second was stuck waddling. She had hips large enough to make getting through the door in one go a bit of an uncertainty.

She did squeeze through though. Admittedly, her blubbery love handles did press against the sides, but they offered very little resistance.

It didn’t take long for Gwendolyyn to get a feel for the situation at hand. The slimmer woman was named Jordan, and the second woman was her harried cousin, Irene. They had a some kind of beachside wedding for their other cousin and were tasked with buying swimsuits for the reception weekend. Apparently the beautiful and put upon Jordan was stuck taking her dowdy cousin shopping as a kind of favor to her aunt who was also her godmother, and if she didn’t do this favor it would be an entire thing.

“So let’s not waste time, piggy. Just find your fat ass a one piece that will barely cover your bulbous body, and let’s be done with it. Then you can go back to a buffet or something and I can see my actual friends instead of hanging out with a disgusting fatso like you.”

Gwendolyyn’s brow furrowed at Jordan’s cruel words. It felt like she had done a role reversal spell trap fairly recently, but… when the magic pulls people in for karmic realignment you don’t question it. Besides, she figured this could be a good warm up for the rest of her day.

“Ladies, why don’t we do something fun, and each of you can choose a suit for the other?”

“Please, like this cow has any kind of taste. She probably wouldn’t even pick out something that fit me.”

“Oh, I assure you. Everything will fit perfectly,” said Gwen with a grin.

So the two ladies went and picked out swimsuits for each other. For Jordan, Irene picked out a simple but elegant black two-piece. Jordan in turn picked out a horrible pink one piece clearly designed to humiliate Irene and highlight her problem areas with a cut out in the middle to showcase her big belly. It was cruel but would soon make for an appropriate punishment.

The two ladies took their swimsuits and went into the changing rooms. Jordan was actually pretty surprised that her cousin Irene had chosen her a swimsuit that looked good and fit well.

She was even more surprised by what came next.

Jordan felt the bikini getting tighter, and she looked down to see that the reason for the new tightness was because her slim waist was widening. Her abs melted into a spongy pot belly that soon filled her panicked hands as they flew to her tubby midsection and tried to push the pudge back into her stomach. The strings tying her bikini together grew tighter as her swelling body pressed against them. 

The next thing she noticed was the way those panicked hands gripping her belly blubber were becoming chubby hands fighting to push against her still growing gut. It was like the fat had jumped from her belly into her hands and then was filling up her arms. Her muscles melted and she grew flabby bingo wings. She was beginning to hyperventilate, and the act of doing so made the soft fat that had replaced her muscles to jiggle.

It also caused her sagging cleavage to quiver. Jordan’s breasts grew in size but diminished in terms of perkiness. They flabbed out and strained against the bikini top which could do nothing to prevent their sag. The flesh of her breasts began to spill out both above and below the cups. Down below, a similar situation was playing out with her bikini bottoms.

Those bottoms could not contain the now chunky cheeks that were continuing to grow. Her ass grew fat and flabby, sagging down out ill-fitting bottoms while also spilling over the top and giving her a clear plumber’s crack. Her cheeks were soft sponges rippled with cellulite, and their swelling did not appear to be stopping anytime soon. Instead they kept growing, her now plump posterior was continuously filling with fat just like her legs.

Those legs were also covered in cellulite as the lean muscle that used to be there went away, covered up by cocoons of fat, flab that slapped and pressed together as she grew saddlebags and then thighs that proceeded from thunder right into tree trunk in nature compete with the requisite matching fat feet and cankles. Even as she staggered backward, Jordan could feel the wider stance which she was forced to take and which she knew would turn her confident strut into an awkward waddle.

Jordan screamed as she caught sight of her reflection, not just because of the immense changes that had already befallen her, but because of the last one she was witnessing. Her face grew fat and nearly unrecognizable as it grew jowls and a doughy double chin. She felt sick and was growing pale with fear- No, not just with fear.

Her entire body was growing pale!

As the fat continued to spread and her body grew heavier it also became drained of her precious tan. Jordan staggered about in shock and practically fell out of the changing room.

When she emerged, Jordan was not wearing the bikini she tried on. Instead, she was in the barely fitting one-piece she had picked out for Irene. Her bulbous belly was poking through the hole cut out of the suit's midsection.

Irene for her part was standing and laughing with Gwendolyyn. She looked slim but curvy, tan and toned and gorgeous in her simple yet elegant black bikini.

Jordan wanted to yell at them both, but she could feel her mind slipping into new memories as Gwendolyyn turned to her with her wide grin on her face.

“Right then. I’ll ring you up.”