Ashley Loses Weight

“I’ll go, I suppose…” Ashley said, reaching out to take the card from Cleo, and once she did, the chubby woman held the card up to her face and said, “Ready.”

Staring at the blank black card, her eyes lit up when cursive white words began to spell out on the face of it.

“Thank you, Ashley. Please hand the card to Don.”

“Wow!” Ashley exclaimed with excitement before passing the card to her husband. “It knows our names!”

Any worries that the mother of 3 previously had were gone, replaced by sheer amazement. An actual magical card, Ashley thought to herself in disbelief. How cool was that?!

“Oh, you’re right.” Don said, raising an eyebrow. “That's weird."

“Maybe the sock gnomes stuffed it up there.” Max said. “Magic mischief seems to be their forte.”

“I’d believe it. I’ve been losing socks ever since I moved in here.” Fred chuckled.

“It’s getting the question ready…” Don said, then began reading after a brief moment. “Okay, honey. The category is Fitness. It’s much easier said than done, but what is the most important rule for weight loss?”

Ashley’s face scrunched up a bit, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious about her own plump figure. She had nice natural curves and a pretty face, sure, but she also had several not-so-nice love handles and a fuller neck than she liked, not to mention that age had taken its toll all around. What kind of a question was that, anyway? That sounded more like the setup to a factoid rather than a trivia question, Ashley thought to herself.

“Don’t eat so much and exercise?” She asked with a nervous chuckle. “I don’t know.”

“That’s close enough, actually.” Don said with a chuckle, reading those words from the card. “Well done! As a reward for your knowledge on how to stay in shape, we’re going to turn you into a bonafide gym bunny. You’ll always be in fantastic shape, and since we don’t want your boobs to shrink, we’ll throw in a free set of implants.”

Before anyone could comment, Ashley gasped.

She had been wearing a set of thick sweats over her chubby figure, but they quickly changed along with the rest of her body.

In just a few seconds, Ashley’s sweats shifted and reshaped into a tight pink tank-top and form-fitting yoga pants. Any visible fat quickly retracted back into her body, and while her wide butt did shrink a bit, every ounce of its mass became more rounded and toned along with her thighs and calves, even lifting her up in her seat on the couch as her cheeks filled out. Her upper-body underwent the same change, slimming down and becoming athletic as her face and skin regained the youthful beauty it once held while her skin.

The most eye-catching change was her boobs. They were big before, but they’d lost the fullness and luster that once attracted the gaze of any man she passed by. Now they were threatening to burst right out of their new pink prison, at least a cup size larger than before while being much much fuller than even when they were at their best.

After everything was said and done, Ashley blinked a few times before looking down at the massive valley of firm cleavage poking out of her new top. She couldn’t see anything below them! Not to mention, their shift in weight was much more noticeable than before, but this also caused her to realize that the weight of her chubby belly had vanished completely.

With another gasp, her slim hands shot to her stomach to feel its toned and narrow splendor, even noting the subtle outline of abs!

“Oh my god!” Ashley giggled, her hands sliding up to cup her big fake tits over her tank-top. “Look at me!”

“How could we not?” Don asked, his mouth hanging open stupidly. “Goddamn, baby.”

“Holy shit, mom!” Max blurted out, hands over her mouth. “You’re fucking hot!”

“Watch your mouth, Max." Ashley tried to say with authority, but her wide smile and amused giggling betrayed her. She squeezed her big firm tits together with a goofy grin on her pretty milf face as she bounced in her seat.

“I can’t wait for my turn.” Cleo said, whipping her long brown ponytail over her shoulder which caused her own, much more natural set of tits to jiggle in the white tank-top covering her slender figure. “I wonder what else the game can change?”

“Hopefully it can give you some brains.” Max spat from where she sat with (a drooling) Rudy between them. “Wouldn’t it be nice to-“

“Max.” Ashley said, her voice now flat and stern at the sound of her daughter's rudeness. The mother of three settled down and sighed, realizing she almost got carried away playing with her new tits. “No trash talking on game night.”

Max rolled her eyes, while Cleo crossed her arms and bit the inside of her cheek.

Meanwhile, Rudy was leering at his mom’s new form while openly rubbing his hard dick over his jeans.

Old man Fred seemed to be the only one without much of a reaction to the transformation, he simply sipped his hot beverage and sighed as he longingly glanced at the black screen of the television.

“Your turn to read.” Don said, looking away from his wife's body for only the briefest of moments so he could pass the card towards Max, who quickly leaned over to snatch it from him.