Bertha Marlow had always been a morbidly obese woman. Since she was a little girl, isolated because of her weight, she spent all her time alone with dolls. She saw in them the beauty she could never have; they were her only friends and the only things she truly cared about. With time, she became obsessed with them—their beauty, their perfection. She often kissed them, completely in love with their perfect bodies and the endless outfits she could buy for them.

By the time she turned 46, she lived alone, surrounded by thousands of dolls. One day, she saw a college girl who looked identical to one of her dolls, and she fell instantly, obsessively in love. Fearing she’d never see the girl again, she followed her, knocked her out, and took her to her basement, tying her there. She made the girl her new living doll, feeding her, dressing her in many outfits, and often forcing her to kiss her.

With time, Bertha wanted more. She began searching for other young, attractive women who resembled her dolls. Eventually, she ended up with a dozen women trapped in her basement. Anytime a family member asked about one of them, she killed the men or kidnapped the women and added them to her collection.

She was eventually arrested and sent to a federal prison while awaiting her sentence. There, she had many incidents of misbehavior, often touching other prisoners without their consent. She was especially interested in a cop named Rachel Cross, a tall and gorgeous officer who kept order in the prison and kept Bertha in check.

Bertha was given the death penalty. After her last meal, she tried to force a kiss on Rachel, but Rachel easily pushed her away. Bertha only sighed and winked at her, but Rachel rolled her eyes. When Bertha sat on the electric chair, she said her only regret was not being able to see Rachel’s “hot ass” anymore.

The machine was turned on, but Bertha did not die. She writhed in pain, screaming, and everyone realized the chair was malfunctioning—delivering enough current to burn her, but not enough to kill her. Rachel yelled at the staff to stop, insisting this was inhuman, but the switch was stuck. Without hesitation, Rachel ran to Bertha and tore the helmet off her head with her bare hands, getting electrocuted herself. Both fell unconscious.

They woke up in each other's bodies.

Bertha—now in Rachel’s young, muscular body—smirked and touched her new curves in the hospital bed. Rachel, trapped in Bertha’s massive body, screamed in horror. She tried to tell the doctors she wasn’t Bertha, but no one believed her. They assumed Bertha had brain damage and was delirious. Rachel was sent to a cell, where she continued insisting she was Rachel Cross.

To calm her down, the guards made “Rachel” visit her. They left them alone.

Bertha smiled arrogantly.

Bertha: Hello, “Bertha.”

Rachel: You!! … Give me back my body!!

Bertha started feeling herself, squeezing her new curves, her firm ass, and flexing her arms.

Bertha: I think I won’t… Look at me! I’m a real doll now! The amount of hoes I’m going to get will be huge. She laughed.

Rachel: You’re insane! I won’t let you hurt anyone with my body!!

Bertha only laughed harder.

Bertha: And what are you going to do? You’re a fat prisoner now! Enjoy the death penalty—they’re already scheduling it.

Bertha left laughing. In the hallway, she saw you.

Bertha: Be careful with Bertha. She’s saying a lot of nonsense—she thinks she’s me. She laughed evilly before walking away.