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She'd never seriously considered bottom surgery. Not that Yasmin wouldn't have happily done it in a perfect world where she could just press a button and transform her penis into a vagina, no cost, no waitlist, no long, painful recovery. But in reality she'd always pushed the thought aside, tried her best not to probe too deeply into her actual feelings on the matter for fear that she really did want it, and would then have to face all the harsh realities of actually getting it.
Standing before a full length mirror as she was now, however, both arms dedicated to holding as much of her massive hanging belly out of the way as she could muster, she realized with a start that she had inadvertently discovered a third option.
Accompanying her gut, though typically so hidden by it that you would never even know it was there, was an accordingly huge fupa, her middle-heavy figure clearly unsatisfied with burying just her waist in lard, and somewhere beneath it lay the vast majority of her genitalia.
Once, many years ago and before her transition she had a half decent dick, one she'd obviously never been fond of but at the same time one that hadn't caused her past self any social shame. Hell she'd even fucked a few women with it to their apparent satisfaction back in her college days, both right before and right after she'd come out and begun her transition.
Now, however, it was barely just a nub, the fat mound grown so big as to envelop nearly the entirety of her cock and leave only the tip of the head exposed, for all intents and purposes transforming it into a glorified clit.
The strength in her arms exhausted, she let her belly fall back against her thighs with a loud slap, breathing heavily from the exertion, her crotch once again completely obscured. She wondered idly what her weight was up to, but bending down to get her scale from the cupboard was far too much to ask of her already labored self. It had to have been approaching 400 pounds based on what she was seeing in her reflection, the apron of her gut creeping ever further downwards, her cellulite riddled thighs and ass growing ever flabbier, her pancake breasts becoming ever larger disks, her face getting rounder, her neck more swaddled, her elbows less and less visible as they were swallowed up by her fattening arms, and of course, hidden away behind all her other immensity, her fupa burying the last remnants of her penis.
Yasmin broke into a wide grin. She couldn't have been happier.
Back in college when her transition first began she was genuinely skinny, though she could hardly remember it now. Curly jet black hair cut short above her ears, a prominent nose between a pair of brown eyes, a jaw with decent definition and a bobbing adam's apple not yet disguised by a double chin of fat.
She started estrogen her junior year and almost immediately began gaining weight from it. By the time her hair reached her chin she was already 40 pounds heavier, and she graduated as an overweight woman, teetering on the edge of truly becoming fat.
None of it was on purpose, but she didn't exactly try to stop her gain either. It made her feel good somehow, seeing her olive brown flesh gradually expand before her, as though the man she had never wanted to be was getting washed away on the tide of feminizing fat, the weight making her far more unrecognizable as her past self than even the hormones would have alone.
Though to be honest, the fat wasn't really all that feminizing. She knew her thighs and ass were bigger than they had been before HRT, and she could make a pretty safe guess that her tits wouldn't have gotten as relatively large as they were if she was still skinny, but the vast majority of what she gained went right to her gut, and, of course, to her fupa. It wasn't a problem with the hormones, her levels were great, identical to a cis woman's in every dimension. It was just genetics, though she lacked a single fat relative to prove it. Without estrogen, she supposed, her body would probably be even more belly heavy, if such a thing was possible.
The day her scale crossed 200 pounds Yasmin was wearing a suitably stretchy dress, pulled tight around her big spherical gut. She'd gotten more than one congratulations from people wrongly assuming she was pregnant, which elicited quite a range of emotions in her: The initial embarrassment at the mistake, as she scrambled to decide whether it would be more painfully awkward to play along and pretend she really was pregnant or to state point blank to a stranger that she was simply fat, then the warm glow of euphoria after the interaction was over, that she passed so well people thought she was even capable of childbearing to begin with, and then something else, a very different, very unexpected kind of excitement at the whole awkward ordeal, one that made her quite eager to get home so she could finish herself off.
200 pounds was around when that started to get a little more difficult too, as the distance to reach around her belly continued to grow and the fat began to overtake the base of her penis. She still had plenty of shaft to grasp, and she still had plenty of reach in her arm to cross the ball that was her middle, but she soon realized, with strangely little horror, that she needed to use her other hand to hold back her belly just to be able to see what she was doing. She came particularly quickly and hard that day, one hand on the bloated sphere of her gut the entire time.
Life wore on as Yasmin moved through early adulthood. She had a variety of mediocre jobs, eventually landing a long term position as a bookkeeper in a midsize office, unexciting work but it paid her bills without much issue and kept her increasingly heavy figure off her feet. She had a variety of mediocre relationships too, several partners put off by her ever growing gut, but no one she liked enough to actually try to lose weight for.
She was well past being mistaken for pregnant by then, as her weight neared 300 pounds and her belly succumbed to gravity, drooping downwards like a gelatinous ball attached to her waist. The rest of her was quite fat too of course, and while the dinner plates of her breasts could have been explained by pregnancy, the same could not be said for her puffy-cheeked face, lumpy, wobbly ass, or thick flabby arms.
What little sex and large amount of masturbation she had changed dramatically too. She'd had to work to reach her cock for some time, but by then her gut was simply too large to maneuver her other hand around, and even if she could have her fupa was rapidly consuming what remained of her shaft. In theory it was still possible to get off as she always had, and on one lucky occasion she even found a woman in a bar who minded neither her being transgender or her being enormously fat and got quite a handjob despite her much diminished size, but seeing as she was incapable of reaching on her own it didn't count for much beyond that. Instead she'd had to get more innovative. Yasmin found herself shockingly aroused by how her massive figure looked in the mirror, and through a combination of just groping at herself and taking advantage of her fat now hanging over her crotch, she was able to have one of the stranger orgasms of her life, shortly followed by a second when she realized she'd cum purely by the power of her own obesity.
She got that big by pure happenstance, poor diet, a sedentary lifestyle, and a convenient little kickstart from her transition carrying her well into the 40s on her BMI chart, but after literally masturbating with her own gut she had to admit to herself what was already very apparent: She loved being fat.
That brought Yasmin back to the present, and to the hundred-odd pounds she'd managed to add on top of all that, this time very much deliberately.
She’d never have expected to end up eagerly looking forward to weighing 400 pounds when she started her transition over a decade ago, and even when she’d grown quite big she still hadn’t realized just how much she loved growing even bigger. But looking at herself now, naked belly cascading from her torso and every inch of her swelling with fat, totally unrecognizable as the man she once was, she felt nothing but joy.