A category 8 Whale

John doubled over as his body seemed to twist and change. Suddenly he couldn't double over fully anymore his belly was filly with layers and layers of fat. He could feel changes other places as well, the new sex ratio meant that he was a girl now and he could feel it as his dick shrunk down and then disappeared becoming a giant fat pussy. He grew breasts, remarkably perky ones as well but he didn't have long to admire them suddenly they softened and grew becoming massive doughy cleavage. He felt himself growing shorter, going from about five foot ten to about five foot two. The fat just kept coming, he could barely look downwards anymore his neck now obscured by rolls and rolls of fat. His arms and legs grew heavy thickening to the width of small trees. His hair grew quickly until it was about three feet long nearly reaching her truly massive ass. Suddenly he could smell the odor coming off of him like used gym sock sour and stale he nearly puked from his own disgusting scent.

His clothes had disappeared without his notice but now new ones appeared. Covering his (now her she supposed) massive crotch was a pair of panties that seemed to have the same amount of fabric as his shirt had before the change, they were, absurdly, extremely sexy panties as though anyone would consider having sex with the fat sow she was now. After the panties came the pantyhose, what seemed like yards of fabric wrapped themselves around her legs. On her now massive sweaty feet that if she didn't know better she would assume were about to fall off due to diabetes appeared two boats of shoes, flats of course there wasn't a heel alive that could support her massive bulk. A bra, with cups large enough to hold a watermelon formed around her chest, despite the bras truly huge size her soft pillow like breasts still strained against it and she could feel the clasp on the back stretching and straining every time she moved. Over the bra appeared a button up business like white blouse. Then over that a brown business suit and a skirt. the suit was massive but she could tell that even standing and sucking in her gut as far as it would go there was no way she would ever be able to button it over her massive flab. The skirt matched the suit and was perfectly professional but rather low cut and seemed like the kind of clothing someone **** to appear sexy would wear. On her ears clip on earrings appeared and light makeup appeared on her face. Her hair became tied up into a rather strict bun and glasses on a chain appeared in front of her eyes. A few gold bracelets appeared on her arms and a necklace with a locket at the end appeared around her neck. The final change was the most unexpected it seemed like a gallon of perfume was dumped on her, she gagged from the **** on her sense of smell but it did have the upside of covering her repulsive natural odor.

Then the area around her began to change she tried to grab for the Book of Truth with one of her flabby hands but it suddenly wasn't there she was at a desk that had clearly been designed for someone of her bulk in what appeared to be a regular office. She looked around trying to figure out what was going on. She tried to think of the rules of the book of truth and realized that she couldn't think of them, that made no sense, she desperately looked around trying to find someway out of this situation and her eyes fixed on the nameplate in front of her desk. Jane Doe. Then she understood perfectly, John Doe was the owner of the Book of Truth, had a 12 inch penis and knew all the Book's rules, but she was Jane Doe and had none of that. She breathed deeply and tried to figure out her situation, she recalled that she would be able to "remember" this new world as though she had always lived here and, if she didn't fix things within 24 hours she would completely forget her old life. She was starting to panic but she **** her breathing to steady and thought back trying to figure out what her life had been.

She was the daughter of a Breeder and an Omega so she had, like most children been raised by the state, she remembered schoolyard days surrounded by her peers and sleepovers where her and the other girls would talk about what they wanted to be when they grew up. Obviously they all wanted to be Alphas but they knew the chances were slim so they talked about what they wouldn't mind being. When they were young it had always been "Oh I want to be a boss" and there was even a few who would proclaim that they wanted to be a whale. As they got older and began getting boyfriends and learning about sex though things changed. some of them started talking about how they wouldn't mind being a Whore or even a breeder because they would get to have sex a lot. Obviously none of them wanted to be in rank D but they talked about how they would rather be a Cum Dumpster than a **** woman "If you're a **** you bond with one person what if its some ugly loser beta". The big change though was that no one wanted to be a sex starved whale forever left to Jill themselves off as men passed over them for whores and blowjob girls. Finally their senior year came and her and her four closest friends all waited in anticipation, and some fear to see what they would start to become on their 18th birthday.

First up had been Jackie. She had been the leader of the group in most ways, strong-willed, determined, she had been on multiple sports teams and the student council, everyone knew it was pointless to try to predict what someone would be after their change just based on how they acted but that didn't stop people from saying that she had the traits of an Alpha. They stopped saying that in a hurry after her 18th birthday. The moment she turned 18 all of the hair on her head fell off, everyone knew what that meant. The rest of them slowly distanced themselves from her as she became dumber and dumber, the rest of her body hair fell off and she started to go on the transfer diet. A mix of food and human waste that Toilet girls eat during their change year. They technically could still eat human food but it became gradually more and more disgusting as waste became more and more enticing. Jane remembered actually seeing her one day at a public restroom she was being used by another woman so Jane politely waited and then went over to use her. She tried to inquire as to how Jackie was doing but Jackie had lost too much intelligence to be able to speak so Jane had just used her and left.

The next had been Alice and while Jackie had been a surprise no one was surprised by Alice. She had only been five feet tall and when her change began she rapidly grew shorter. She was the only friend Jane still kept in touch with and Jane vaguely recalled that she worked somewhere on a different floor of this building.

Danielle and Grace both ended up with the same fate born only two days apart both began losing intelligence and gaining muscle mass relatively quickly and it became clear both were destined to be drones as far as Jane knew both currently were working in construction hauling and moving she hadn't talked to either of them since their change had ended.

Jane had been the youngest and when her birthday hit only Alice was really still around to talk with, Jackie had her birthday 6 months earlier and was already barely at the mental level of a 5 year old and Danielle and Grace were absorbed in their trade class practically unable to talk about anything other than their work. So it had been Alice she came to sobbing when she woke up the day after her 18th birthday, looked at herself in the mirror and saw that overnight she had gained 50 pounds of pure flab. Alice comforted her and pointed out at least she wasn't some **** woman or toilet girl like Jackie, at least she'd have a life outside of work unlike Grace and Danielle. Jane had been inconsolable though. The fat piled on and on, she exercised constantly and it didn't help at all, worse yet she started to be turned on by the disdainful glares of the other gym patrons, started to get close just so she could hear them call her a fat pig or disgusting lardass. She turned out to have an amazing skill for accounting and was able to quickly get a job working at a company owned by a Boss named Emily who had actually been another classmate of hers, unfortunately not one she had a good relationship with.

"Hey Jane are those reports done?" Jane was suddenly drawn out of her reverie looking around as though she had just woken up. So much information had been poured into her head it was ridiculous.

"I'm just finishing the final touches Ron they'll be on your desk in a minute." She called out. Much of her appearance now made sense to her, she wore clip-ons because her fingers were too fat and clumsy to get regular earrings on, she was dressed in sexy underwear because she was **** to have sex, she would do anything for it she spent much of her time outside of work looking for a chubby chaser beta male or boss who would marry a disgusting pig like her (even she couldn't delude herself into thinking an alpha would ever want to even tough her disgustingly fat form).

"Focus dammit." She thought to herself. She had one way out of this and that was to get the book but it was the middle of the work day right now, she could just leave and risk being fired, after all if she got the book then who cared she could just make herself an alpha and wouldn't have to worry anymore. Of course she could just go and ask Emily for the rest of the day off, complain of stomach problems or similar but Emily kind of hated her and even if she said yes she would probably insist on punishing her anyways. Of course the other option was to just finish her work and just go home at the end of the day but thoughts of burglars breaking in and stealing it, or worse yet of being commanded by a higher ranked individual to do something that would prevent her from getting home in time danced through her mind. "What do I do?" She muttered to herself.