The next morning

That night, Ingrid dreamt she had a huge ass and wide hips. She visited a college bar, and when a young frat boy bought her a drink, she took him into the men's room, had him spank her before lubing his cock with her wet pussy then fucking her up the ass as she orgasmed over nad over.

It was Monday morning, and Ingrid's alarm went off. She turned it off, stretched, and sat up. Something was off, her sheets were wet with sweat, her crotch was wet and sticky. he stood up and saw her reflection in the full-length free-standing mirror in her bedroom, and she gasped. She had gone to bed in an over-sized t-shirt and a pair of yellow cotton panties, and she looked at her reflection. Her hips and butt were huge, 42 inches, and her panties had changed into a yellow thong, and they fit her new girth.

"What the fuck?" Ingrid felt her ass and hips. They were flesh and bone. She looked around. On her wall was a photo of her family: her parents, her brother, and her sister that was taken at a winery in Napa Valley. They were all standing in front of rows of a vineyard and raising wine glasses. The photo had been taken when Ingrid was 21, and in the photo, she wore jeans, but her ass and hips were as big then as they were that morning. "The fuck?" Ingrid walked up to the photo and examined it. The only thing different in the photo was her body.

Ingrid stripped and took a cold shower, hoping to shock herself out of this nightmare, but it did not work. She dried off. She looked in her closet. All of her slacks, skirts, and dresses had changed sizes to fit her new dimensions. She checked her dresser. All of her panties were now lace, silk, or satin and all large enough for her new butt and hips.

"What the everlasting fuck?!" she muttered.

She got dressed and put on a skirt that came to her knees and was very tight. She put on a blouse and blazer and grabbed her briefcase and purse. She thought getting into a normal routine would be good for her.

She received text from the Dean of the Math Department: See me. We need to talk. 11 am my office.

"Now what?" She had a 9 am class and twenty minutes to get there.