Patreon Prompt 81 (Patreon)

Prompt: A fitness instructor with a dark secret gets her dates muddled up and accidentally takes on a private lesson with a client she has the hots for on the night of a full moon. Mid-yoga session, she blimps up into a gassy 600 pound wereslob and ends up infecting her client with the curse.

   “I-it’s a full moon tonight?” Laney asked, staring wide-eyed at the pale sphere that could be seen through the nearby window.

   “Er, yeah,” Evan replied, finding it hard to answer with his back arched up and Laney’s slender hands around his chiseled torso. “Is that impor-“

   A loud belch echoing from Laney’s mouth stopped any further questions. Though Laney attempted to run from Evan, she was stopped as massive amounts of blubber appeared around her body to send her tumbling to the ground. As she continued to grow, her clothes tore apart to the noise of more gassy expulsions leaving her mouth and rear. Reaching past 600 pounds in weight, her body finally stopped growing to give her a chance to stand up and turn towards Evan to show a malevolent grin on her plump face.

   Before Evan could get a chance to run away, Laney charged towards him. Pinning him beneath her gut, she dragged her chins against his face until her lips met his. The kiss was something the two of them had always openly flirted with during their training sessions, but as Laney sent a burp down his throat, his only thought was trying to get away from her pudgy clutches.

   As Evan inhaled the aftermath of a particularly nasty fart, his fear and worry slipped away to be replaced with a growing admiration to match his growing waistline. Ripping through his clothes with his bundles of fat, he quickly swelled to match Laney in weight and smell with the various burps and farts that escaped his slobby form. Using his newfound weight to roll Laney over, Evan shared with her one of his own burps to kick off a night of strange desire fueled by the wereslob curse.