A Swift Turnaround

“Mommy mommy is tha’ a whale?”
“Hmm? What do you mean dear we are nowhere near far out enough to-”
“Buh tha’ big blubbery guy there I’ve heard people call em-” The mother looked mortified, realizing her daughter was accosting some poor man just minding his own business, even if he did admittedly have a lot more business to mind than was probably healthy. Honestly Greg was used to it at this point since he had never been the picture of health in his youth, and his constant eating had left him a fat slob, something he owned since pretending he was something he wasn’t was kind of depressing. And compared to the bullies in Kindergarten through high school this was nothing.

“I am so so sorry about my daughter’s behavior!” Greg could already see the judgement in her eyes even if it betrayed her words, not entirely unusual for someone of his size. He just waved them off with an “It’s fine,” and lumbered right off. It was just some little girl waving around a sand shovel in the shape of a fairy wand. Not worth it to raise a fuss. Besides he had enough to worry about with how much walking he was doing, the sand an unsure foothold for his unhealthy cardiovascular system to wheeze through as he felt winded from a walk that most people wouldn’t even blink at. Catching his breath, he began to lay out a threadbare grey sheet on the sand, ignoring the side glances he was catching from various beachgoers as he took off his xxxl t shirt, ready to slather on some sunblock when he noticed a tug on one of his fat flabs from behind.

It was the little girl, looking down in shame, probably scolded by her mom to go over and apologize for earlier. He had to give her credit, most people just accepted it when he waved people away, but she seemed dead set on assuaging any guilt. It was honestly a nice surprise.

“I’m sowwy! I di’it mean ta make fun of you. I di’in know I was mean!” The poor girl seemed on the verge of tears and it was starting to make Greg feel a bit guilty.
“Uh it’s fine actually. You know better now besides I can’t say I’m easy to miss at my… size.” Something about the way he said that piqued the little girl’s interest.

“Do ya like bein big? Isn it gun ta ‘ave all eyes on ya?”
“It’s honestly kind of annoying but that’s my own fault. Though I wouldn’t mind having all eyes on me for some other reason, but eh it’s fine. I’m content to know that nothing will ever change-”
“YAAAAAY~!” The kid didn’t listen to the rest, scooping up sand and whispering into it like she had secret spells or something, looking adorable with the pixie wand scooper.
“Even tho mommy said not ta, I’ll fix ya! She’s my favorite and I know you’ll love bein her!” And with that she threw the sand onto Greg’s body, making the poor man cough as sand got everywhere on him, the scratchy rock dust slipping into the folds of his fat and swim trunks. For a second it looked odd, sparkly as the sun played against the flecks with a pink shimmer, but that was just the sun.
“Wait you little brat what the hell did you think-” She was gone when he looked up, Greg ready to search and scream that little shit out when his focus shifted from the girl to his body, the sand feeling downright wrong as it began to irritate his skin.

It was strange, the pebbly, course layers shouldn’t be moving now that they had stuck onto his skin, but it almost felt like they were buzzing, drilling slightly into his skin as his nipples began to redden, areolas puckering before his very eyes. The tips seemed slightly wider, one of the pores opening on both as some of the sand there spiraled around the hardening nubs, Greg hypnotized by the strange movement until he felt the grains slot into the open pores and push in, that pebbly texture forcing its way down into his body, sensitizing the tender flesh as it grew rosier, more grains filing in as he moaned loudly. It was shockingly arousing, his nips swelling as more sand rushed in, his drooping man boobs bubbling as he could feel the sand internally playing with the fat, tenderizing and condensing it, the amorphous shape starting to firm as his cock hardened. As strange as that all felt, it was nothing compared to the shock in his trunks as he felt something tickle and tease his tip, the sandy invaders trickling down his urethra and passing through some tubes to start bouncing against the walls of his testicles, Greg grunting as the teasing made him cum.

His seed splattered out, sloshing against the webbing of his swim shorts as trickles of it dribbled down his legs, his stomach quivering as the great bulge of fat noticeably pushed inwards. Looking down at the release dribbling down his legs, Greg couldn’t help but notice it looked chunkier than usual, his balls tensing as another barrage nearly sent him over the edge, Greg gasping as he clenched his teeth and cock, the latter spouting off another release as his stomach jiggled, shrinking in once more as the sand kneaded itself into the shrinking rolls. People were starting to stare as he muffled the moan trying to escape his mouth, Greg hoping anyone seeing the stuff leaking down his legs would mistake it for sunscreen.

He had to leave, get out of here or at least away from people. For some reason he slipped his undershirt back on, feeling embarrassed at his changed nipples and feeling like he had to keep them covered. The grey sheet came with him as he ran, part of it stuck to his thighs as he stumbled towards the emptier non guarded section of the beach. Sometimes fishermen and kite flyers would populate that stretch, but thankfully it looked mostly abandoned as he went off. The sun was blazing, cooking the sand which in turn cooked his feet, stray layers of skin peeling off under the burning floor as the exposed skin softened, his arches popping as his feet stumbled a bit. All of the usual bodily processes seemed to be in overdrive, his desperate running tearing and rebuilding muscle in record pace burning through the fat in his stubby calves to fuel their changes as they turned curvy and svelte, the smooth skin encompassing his entire lower body as his running stuttered, another hot spurt of cum shooting out as his thighs grew similarly soft, the jiggly fat firming around his straining junk.

Greg wanted to collapse right there and begin jerking it, his nipples throbbing with need as the running only sent his changing moobs flopping about, exciting the stiff nipples as he moved to the water, the current washing away the driblets of cum along with all the hair and masculinity on his feet, rounding his toes as they stretched, eroding his heels as another release sent his soggy shorts sagging, threatening to slide off his hips and leave him fully exposed if they weren’t completely strung up by his cock. He was nearly out of earshot of the other people thankfully, each stride becoming its own sort of erotic hell as the fat firmed up, still swollen but instead of being uncontrollably overweight, it was just plush, his cock indenting against the swollen, athletically curved flesh as he shrieked ten pounds of fat spilling out his cock as he fell into the sand.

In the midst of falling, his shorts had split off, the inner webbing hugging his cock as it stabbed into the hot beach, the heat flowing in as he lost all control.
“Oh fuck OH FUCK FUCK GAHHHHH~ AHHHH NNGH YES!” It was impossible to deny how good it felt, his thighs closing and shifting, rubbing his cock as the hot shaft buzzed and puffed against its sandy tomb, mini clouds irritating his open mouth and eyes as cum pumped out in continuous spurts. His mostly exposed rear wobbled as he dry humped the burning sand, his attempts at fucking away the pleasure only making it that much better as the fat of his ass jettisoned the spare mass, his blubber shearing away to perky, firm, sexy curves. The girl’s words from earlier sparked out across his mind as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, how she would fix him. It wasn’t normal to want to give in this badly to an invasive force, but the feeling of betterness in his changes spurred along his body to betray the parts still fighting it.

Sand crawled under the clawing scoops as his nails extended, fingers jerking as they extended out deeper into the eroded landscape, palms digging themselves out as he wrapped his slim hands around the center of his belly, a half hearted moan his only act of resistance as they pressed down on the mountain, his body adding to the pressure as his dry humping only served to slam his stomach that much more fiercely. It was all spewing out, ropes of fiery cum splattering against the sand, burning his cock internally as his swollen balls knocked against each other, the strong current of escaping fat dragging them inwards, closer with each release. Eventually they hit that riptide, Greg screaming as his balls slurped inwards, spewing out every last milliliter of cum as they rammed into his hips, spreading them apart as his rear took on a fully womanly roundness.

The harder he came the more sand was blown up into his face, eyes watering as his stung pupils widened to a piercing electric blue. His lips looked rubbery, shaking as they failed to stifle his ecstatic screeches, plumping with fat as they developed into a full pout while the teeth underneath whitened, jaw shrinking down in clenched joy. His hands were nearly flush with their new form, how he should have been, no, even better than if he had been thin, forcing out each disgusting piece of his old self as eventually the remaining fat hung in a solid little pot belly, elbows clenching in as they curved in his thighs, one loud, piercing scream rising into the ether as his cock popped out of the hole, shooting out its last load of cum explosively.

The burning hot release splattered everywhere, staining his sheet, his undershirt, the half slipped off shorts and smearing against the netting constricted against his cock. With his mouth so wide open and clouds of sand billowing up, a decent amount flew down his windpipe, encircling the lump in his throat as it bobbled up and down. New muscles stiffened and worked in his flat belly, diaphragm and lungs taking their first unimpeded breath as his pleasured scream continued rising, Adam’s Apple dislodging, dehydrating and crumbling to nothing, a belted alto note transfiguring his nebbishy sounding orgasm to an ecstatic note from a goddess. It resonated with his body, the bones in his face shaking as they crumbled under the perfect note, pug nose pressing closer together as the bridge perted upwards. With his transformation nearing completion, he still had one burning need, his cock still cumming, but completely out of ammo, firing painfully hot puffs of air that rivalled the heat of the sun, the sound of the waves drawing him in as he dragged himself to what he knew would be his release.

Every dip and rise in the dunes dragged against his cock, his arms burning away fat as they dragged him forward, slimming as his clothing twisted and burned under the corrupting spray of his cum. His shorts had been the most doused, their soft water friendly material thickening to less forgiving denim, booty shorts barely hanging onto his calves as he drew ever nearer to the ocean. The cum spots on his undershirt had the opposite effect, corroding away to reveal more skin, his sexy core heaving as the rest burned away, the arms, the belly, a square along his collarbone. What material was left bunched up, two rounded triangles connected by thin straps, the bikini top hanging loosely while the threadbare sheet took up the slack, wrapping around as a sleeveless, see through top, just barely too big as a strap slid off a bare, compacting shoulder.

A tall wave crested, its runoff sliding just far enough to soak his shirt, the waves eroding his frame with each pass, his cock falling just short of relief every time he chased the cool water until he found himself almost paddling in. Rolling over, he let the next wave crash into him, screaming as it smothered his cock, the sound of sizzling music to his ears, much like the following moans as the waves grew frothy with more than just seafoam. Greg’s body jerked and shivered, the boiling seawater shearing away at his manhood, salt giving him the most satisfying burn he ever felt as his manhood collapsed inwards. The weight of the ocean seemed to bear down on it, forcing it deeper and deeper into his opening snatch, a slight gusher of release announcing her new sex as she moaned deeply, her had thrashing about as it took in the sandy seabed to sprout sandy blonde locks.

Gasping from the salty spray, she felt her nipples throb, the firmed up fat suckling at the sea water as it slowly dribbled into her swelling bosom. Something was surging, her pussy leaking as she pulled herself out of the water, moaning as her nipples greedily sucked in the soaked droplets from her doused bra and shirt. The more her breasts grew, the less she could remember of her past self, singing lessons, dance moves, beauty tricks, instrument experience, so many things replacing her limited pool of abilities from before. She stumbled about, catching herself on a broken down life guard station, groaning as her breasts filled past b cups. Yes her confusion was fading fast, the pleasure easing her into her new life as she hummed a tune and whispered her name, “Taylor…”

Taylor Swift squealed as her breasts surged one final time, something clear trickling down her thighs as she was left gasping on the worn down steps, giving her body a feel like she was a horny teenager again, all that pent up libido running out with a few more warm releases down below. She felt great, perfect even, like some great weight had fallen off her body and she was finally at one hundred percent after many years of being at fifty. Her break from performing had really done wonders for her hadn’t it? But hmm… wasn’t she forgetting something important? Oh duh! The concert was tonight! It was her big return to touring and she just knew there would be tons of fans speculating over any plans to drop a new album. Though wait, there was something else, something incredibly important that was about to slip her mind. Oh. My. God. How could she almost forget about her younger fan who had been so nice earlier?! Obviously she had to track them down and give them free VIP tickets, she always had a few lying around. It had been a magical day for her, so it was only fair to give a cute fan a magical evening she wouldn’t soon forget.

As nice as it was to relax, the stage was where her true home was, the bounce of the bass, rumble of amplified percussion, all of it shaking her to her core as she let the raw power of her music flow through her and out into the crowd, her generous display more than equaled as the cheers of her adoring fans threatened to overpower even the industrial sized speakers of the stadium. It had been a bit odd coming back from the beach, her mind playing tricks on her after she had handed out free tickets to the excited girl and her surprised and somewhat cross looking mom. Maybe she wasn’t a fan.

For a second she had thought her gucci bag was just some old tattered beach thing, and her keys had felt wrong in her hands when she started heading to the parking lot, washing off the sand from her feet as she tried to remember where her car had been. Again for some reason she thought some pre owned, battered vehicle was hers, but that was dumb, even if it lit up when she pressed on the keys. But it must have been a trick of the sun, one such glint blinding her as the horn changed mid honk to something boomier, more artificial, and sure enough when she could see again there it was, her car. She must have not brought enough water with her, she’d definitely be blasting the ac all the way to the venue.

That was all behind her, even the strange parts fading like the remnants of a half forgotten daydream upon waking. She couldn’t be spacing out in front of a crowd anyways. These people were here for her, the thought of all these stares being of adoration instead of disgust oddly ringing through her mind, though that was probably just the haters getting to her. She shook it off easily and went back to her performance, proud of every inch of herself. All eyes were on her, and she loved it.