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“Looking for someone?” The lady standing in your hotel bathroom glared at you over her shoulder, subtly stifling a smirk as she watched you do a double take on her ass.

“Wh-wa… yea…yeah?” Your cheeks felt hot.

She turned her back to you and bent down to retrieve a makeup bag underneath the sink. It was a herculean task to avert your eyes. “You don’t seem so sure.”

“Well, thing is I’m sharing this room with a friend.” Last time you checked your friend didn’t have the body of a thick brunette - far from it. So who exactly was this woman? Someone he’d met at the beach bar? An old ex he’d bumped into?

Twenty Minutes Prior

*PLUMP* Ethan’s ass grew audibly, his right cheek puffing larger and fuller before the left followed suit, fattening into a big, round ball of flesh and muscle. He watched the panicked, womanly face in the mirror gawk at its own features, a tiny, slim hand against his dissolving adam’s apple. This wasn’t stopping, was it? He was actually turning into a full blown-

Back in The Present

You noticed Ethan’s phone sitting on the counter among her now strewn-about bag of toiletries. A possibility flashed through your mind, an impossibility, a fantasy, a joke. But what other explanation was there? That this bottom heavy woman standing before you had kidnapped him? Had stolen his hotel key? The latter was more likely but still.

You hesitated, then spoke.

“Ethan?”

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“Looking for someone?” The lady standing in your hotel bathroom glared at you over her shoulder, subtly stifling a smirk as she watched you do a double take on her ass.

“Wh-wa… yea…yeah?” Your cheeks felt hot.

She turned her back to you and bent down to retrieve a makeup bag underneath the sink. It was a herculean task to avert your eyes. “You don’t seem so sure.”

“Well, thing is I’m sharing this room with a friend.” Last time you checked your friend didn’t have the body of a thick brunette - far from it. So who exactly was this woman? Someone he’d met at the beach bar? An old ex he’d bumped into?

Twenty Minutes Prior

*PLUMP* Ethan’s ass grew audibly, his right cheek puffing larger and fuller before the left followed suit, fattening into a big, round ball of flesh and muscle. He watched the panicked, womanly face in the mirror gawk at its own features, a tiny, slim hand against his dissolving adam’s apple. This wasn’t stopping, was it? He was actually turning into a full blown-

Back in The Present

You noticed Ethan’s phone sitting on the counter among her now strewn-about bag of toiletries. A possibility flashed through your mind, an impossibility, a fantasy, a joke. But what other explanation was there? That this bottom heavy woman standing before you had kidnapped him? Had stolen his hotel key? The latter was more likely but still.

You hesitated, then spoke.

“Ethan?”