Mix them together, then parasite them

Your memories… there’s something strange about them. You reach out to them, trying to sort though them, but things don’t seem to add up as you remember.

Your 18th birthday. You remember the party being a big celebration… but you can’t seem to remember any of it. What you do remember, though, is sticking something up your asspussy. A new toy, you played with it all night when you became an adult, your hard gock splishy-splashing all night long. No, never mind, the second memory is true. You love playing with your gocky-wocky.

Your first job. Cashier at a local convenience store. You could’ve sworn you quit to go to college… but you also remember getting fired for eating too many bags of chips for free. Eh, it was probably both. Nobody else was going to eat them, you deserved them! Your plush stomach wasn’t going to grow itself.

Shopping for your new college clothes. A fresh start, time to reinvent yourself. Unfortunately, you ended up tearing the first couple bras you tried. That’s why you don’t wear bras anymore. Just let them hang.

Meeting your roommate, Danny… no, Marie, right? Why can’t you remember which one of them was your roommate? You remember your first meeting… they made fun of your weight, then started playing with your girlcock and belly, calling you piggie. No, you went out for burgers? Burgers? Isn’t your roommate a vegan??? Does it matter? Marie’s obviously a better roommate anyways. You think you could probably cast a spell on her in ****, make her serve you, or turn her into a gluttonous pig too. Then she’d finally learn.

And that haunted brothel you stayed at… wasn’t there something else there? The name Queeny comes up in your mind a few times… but maybe that’s just because you’re used to stroking it to her stuff. That must be the reason. You’ve always wanted to be like her.

Opening your eyes, you take a look down at your naked body. Long purple hair with brown tips? Check. J-cup breasts? Err, actually they look a bit bigger than that. 9 inch cock? No, you think it’s bigger than that. Your balls feel heavier too. Have you been overeating again too? You feel fatter, and both your belly and ass agree with you. Ass… you could go for playing with your prostate for a bit. Your vibe’s somewhere around here.

Right, you were in the club room. Should probably get off the floor now, but you’re too busy playing with your gock, pushing it against your fat.