Woo, another sequence! And this time I'm trying my hand at story-telling. Tell me what you think!

Today started off like any other summer weekend: woke up nice and early, had my set of blueberry pancakes with maple syrup, spend an hour looking for the right outfit to wear for running, spend another hour pulling my under-sized shorts over my doughy butt, and finally make my outside for a early morning jog. The ocean breeze felt nice and cool on my skin, which kept me from sweating like a pig in slaughter house as I burnt my ass fat. What interrupted another hum-drum day was the rich, sizzling smell of Chinese food. My stomach instinctively growled at the anticipation of Asian cuisine. Patting my eager belly, I made my way to a new food stand on the beach-walk. It looked very strange at first because it looked very old, like it had been here for ages. Soon that didn't matter because I took a glimpse at the owner. It was large, green, eastern dragon, boiling a set of fish balls in a china kettle. He looked wizened and hardened but his amber eyes sparkled with vigour. His entire form was round and large, which was barely contained by his taut clothes. His scales glistened in the sunrise, and his smile could ignite the coldest of hearts. After he gave me that enchanting smile, he handed me a skewer of the fish balls he was frying up. He made a gesture to ensure that it was on him and then he carried on with his cooking. I slowly turned and continued on my jog, holding the steaming skewer in my hand. By just looking at it, I could tell it had been cooked to perfection; the doughy ball was coated lightly with a golden sauce as the smell of rich seafood filled my nostrils. I slowly bit into it; savouring the soft chew of the dougg and the tang of the sweet sauce, as my mouth was filled with the rich, salty taste of mackerel and light spices. This balls were something else and I could not stop myself from quickly scothing down the tasty treats. My belly gurgled and rumbled with satisfaction as a homely warmth spread across my skin, and my shorts tightened... As the last doughy ball settled onto the seat of my stomach, my insides were engulfed in a filling warmth that my skin to tingle. My stomach gurgled and surged as I felt my shorts tighten on my widening hips. By just looking down, I saw my shirt start to rise over my increasing rolls as layers of blubber and fat burbled up my belly. My underwear creaked as my butt swelled out, closing the last millimetres of my thigh gap. Thinking this was only a small change, I tried to continue walking; even taking the time to discard my skewer. This was when I noticed my hands were turning black and plumping up with extra plush. They had become webbed and resembled a weird mix of an animal paw and a aquatic fin. My scalp started to itch which was not surprising as my hair was quickly falling out. My precious gold-i-locks were now strewn across the sandy concrete. It was clear to me now that whatever I was transforming into was going to be big and fishy, which was strangely kind of appealing to me at the time. As my spine stretched out and a small, plump bump formed at the end of my expanding rear, I was quite enjoying my corpulent conundrum I begrudgingly admit. My excitement and satisfaction was only just beginning as my body continued to pile on the pounds; developing a delicious set of bouncy curves. More parts of skin turned black and some patches grew more pale which revealed to me the exact creature I was becoming. A fabulously fat orca, to be exact. As mile crept up my distended face as my tummy blurped and bloated with blubber. My toes had completely disappeared under my belly's increasing equator. I cradled my pride and joy and giggled each time it surged and jiggled. There was tremendous burble as my stomach catapulted forward, causing my clothes to constrict ever so tighter, which I really didn't mind. I also felt my developing tail burst out during the surge as I felt it's weight drop on my plump ass cheeks. The sudden gain had caused my shirt to rise and tuck under my developing moobs which vibrated pleasantly like water balloons. I gave those a quick squish as I cleared off the remaining bits of hair. I could feel my body's transformation reaching it's completion. A sharp pang between my crack drew my attention to my massive rear. I could easily feel the blubber spreading and inflating my latex-like skin. My shorts were almost non-existence as my butt cheeks squished together like stress-balls. This brought me on to my new tail which was thick, long, and perfectly nestled between the beginning of my end. I effortlessly swayed it around, and then I cradled it like a live snake. It was soft to the touch but the raw, powerful muscle that gave it's dexterity pulsed in my webbed hands. My new fin had completely grown out, perfect for a swimming session and as my belly softly gurgled out it's last blorp, I had come to the end of my transformation. Needless to say, I was ecstatic with the results. My wide thighs quivered with joy as I stomped on the spot, completely enamoured with my new cute body. My soft, round tummy; my gloriously plump rear; my lovely, round face; all of it was perfect and I couldn't wait to explore it more when I got home. I rushed back home, sounding like thunder as I stomped my way back along the beach front. This was going to be fun! After a few days adjusting to the new weight and circumference, I was able to live a relatively normal life on the beach-walk. Of course I'd get a few stares but I lapped up the attention. I was proud of my body and I wanted everyone's eyes on me. However, I quickly found out that the effects were only temporary as I woke up the next morning lacking in pudge so I went back to that wonderful Chinese dragon guy and he made me some more balls. Course this time I had to pay, I mean my first transformation was just a sample but I can definitely say I'm hooked. Other people took on cuter forms as well as the local community was populated by more happy faces and big plump butts. I was needless to say, overjoyed by this development and have been swinging my pride around like it's going out of style. And to think, I could have had a hotdog on that fateful morning instead!