"Oh, you don't even know." He gestured with his right hand. "When your mind shifts into an old virgin's, things just get... sharper. Mostly, there's this crushing sense of urgency." He again started finger-counting. "But also just an overall reduced sense of... control, I guess... y'know, late 30s means 10 years of frontal lobe erosion.
"Come on."
Jack stood in the deserted room with Will. Their reflections on the wall-mirror greeted the two as always: two men of average height, approaching their late 20s, with Jack being slightly bulkier and slightly taller.
"So let me get this straight." Will let out an exasperated sight. "You've been going to dancing socials lately, and you've become obsessed with this chick that also goes there." He rubbed at his brow. "And now you want to get good at dancing using me as the girl..."
"Ah, but you're gonn-"
"Yeah, yeah, let me finish." Will smiled in frustration. "And I'm apparently going to enjoy it, 'cause you got a fucking spell." His smiled broadened. "Off of wizard-Ebay."
Jack rubbed the back of this neck. "Yeah... I got it used. It's appropriate, really. The resulting transformation will make you pretty 'used', too, ah, ah, a-"
"Still, you spent, like, 1000 dollars." Will interrupted. "Just expecting me to accept without questioning, I fucking wager."
"It was a good deal! Gender transformation, age progression, make you attractive," Jack counted on his hand as he progressed, "and on top of that, imbue your libido with a massive, insatiable age gap kink." He looked at Will as if he'd just stated the obvious solution to a theorem. "Y'know."
"I know what, Jack? Is there something I'm missing here?" He laughed briefly and blinked. "Do you think I'm just constantly thirsting to be man-handled as an older woman? By you?"
Jack blinked. "Yes?" He said slowly. "It could be fun for you. And it's temporary."
Will laughed again. This time for longer. "Oh, yeah, fun, I guess."
When Jack had met Will as an exchange student, he already thought the guy was odd. He seemed to just churn out controversial takes over every topic imaginable, often stating them in a dead-pan sort of way and without a hint of disclosure or irony. So when he'd found that he frequented the late night Latin dance scene, his first thought had immediately been "of course he does. He's in fucking everything." He'd thought of going, too, just out of curiosity - just to see Will fumble a girl a minute with all his talk of corpses, dictators and famine - only to find that Will could, in fact, just hold a normal conversation. Sure, the outbursts of weirdness were still there, but it was mostly just amicable... Enjoyable, even... wait was he just fucking with him? Or maybe it was a boy/girl thing? Maybe he would just start talking normally to his MILF version?
Will sighed. "Jack," he looked at him with a tired expression, "honestly, I don't even know if I'm surprised. If magic is real, then you would be the guy making me find out. And the method also seems pretty in character." Images of Jack dryily reciting prostitution statics suddenly flashed in Will's mind. "But, y'know, you're pretty attractive." He flushed, remembering the time he ended up on Jack's lap during a lecture. "We can just learn dancing as is. Why do I need to be a middle aged woman?"
Jack's teeth gleamed as he smiled. "Ah, that is a good question." He thought for a moment. "You see, I also like you a lot, Willie. And I've decided to pick you over other people I kne- well... I guess I did ask Layla."
Will's eyes went wide. "You asked Layla?!"
"Eh." Will shrugged. "She even said yes, actually, but didn't like how her mind worked in MILF-mode when she turned back. Something about being scared about that lack of control, I think... or was it the desperation? Anyway..."
"Will you're not fucking selling it to me right now."
"Hold on a second." Will laughed. "That's a Layla thing. You're waaay more chill than that. I've seen you at parties."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean."
"Will." Jack's expression turned alarmingly serious. "Layla's pretty repressed about her sexuality. I asked her first as a way to help, y'know, as a friend. She's a pretty girl, and I wanted to unlock her potential."
"By turning her into a MILF?"
"Oh, you don't even know." He gestured with his right hand. "When your mind shifts into an old virgin's, things just get... sharper. Mostly, there's this crushing sense of urgency." He again started finger-counting. "But also just an overall reduced sense of... control, I guess... y'know, late 30s means 10 years of frontal lobe erosion. So you got all of that pent up sexual desire... along with the existential horror of being a virgin woman at that age... all grappling with reduced mental barriers... it's a recipe for a massive drive. Not to mention the female body just straight up has a more mature arousal at that stage. Basically the... 'larger' it can be, really. Every interested organ is ripe and fully developed."
Will’s mouth fell slightly open as he listened. He pictured Layla’s body mapped onto the twisted description Jack was giving. “Uh,” he muttered, “I guess that would be an... interesting experience.”
"You bet. And, as I was saying, I thing you'll fare just fine. Layla was pretty happy to give in while in her enchanted state, but, y'know, I guess she felt too much shame when she reverted back. You, on the other hand..."
"Ah." Will smiled. "Thanks for calling me a slut, I guess."
"I mean, just the fact that you're openly bisexual says a lot."
Will's expression tightened. "I'm not?" He responded, his cute-kitty-themed phone case shaking as he recoiled with dishonor.
"Sure."
A long moment of silence followed. Will watched Jack through narrowed, slit eyes.
"I'll do it," he said finally. "Just because I'm curious."
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"Any moment, now. Just try to stay serious."
Will pushed Jack away from him with both hands.
"Dude, I can't do this."
"Come on! You were close this time."
"Ugh."
Will closed the distance and slipped into a semi-closed baciata hold: his right hand on Jack's left shoulder blade, grabbing his other hand with his left.
"Let's try this again."
They stepped left four counts. Jack then turned right while spinning Will around awkwardly.
"Will, for fuck̈́'s sake, just give in."
"Ugh."
Jack attempted the motion again. This time, the turn flowed more naturally.
"Good."
Jack spun Will once more, this time crossing his arms. He then unraveled them by launching them in the air. Will followed by tracing elegant semicircles with his hands.
"Hey Wh- Where did that come from?"
"Focus!"
Jack grabbed Will's waist. The skin on his exposed belly suddenly became fatter.
"Uh?"
"Focus!!"
Still through the contact with his waist, he commanded Will to twist. He did keeping his arms pointed upwards. His shoulders crushed inwards and became narrow.
"Ah!"
When the turn was over, Jack went in for a closed position: he placed both of his hands open wide on Will's shoulder blades, his pelvis an inch from his.
"Ah!"
"There." Jack smiled. "It's starting."
Jack raised his rigid arms under Will's, using the contact to prompt sinuous, feminine waves.
"Oh..."
As he waved around, Will became more and more limp. His face assumed a relaxed expression as he felt Will's warmth against his body.
Will's feet, which were bared, suddenly restructured, becoming chubbier, shorter and daintier. The hair retrated, disappearing on smooth, porcelain skin.
"Mmmaah~"
Jack queued another wave. The skin of Will's arms felt slacker and softer against his own. Will's back became smaller still, the crackles of his bones apparent under Jack's hold. It then rounded out as fat flowed to it.
"Oh, I- I... I'm"
Will's arms followed suit, becoming larger and fatter. The softness of them immediately made Jack aroused.
"My... Ah!"
Will's hips unfurled, pelvis tilting as a new breadth gathered at his sides. His butt rounded and lifted with a loud gush. His posture changed - less squared, weight more centered on his hips.
"God... Is that... all me...?"
Will's thighs engorged, becomine fat and slack. His penis retracted and became small as it got smushed by his fat thighs.
"Mmmhhaaa~"
"Willie, you're doing pretty good."
"Oh darling," Will responded automatically, "you really shouldn't call me th- what, what!?"
"Ehehe... darling..."
"Oh no, no, no!"
Will suddenly pushed Jack away, braking the closed position. He recoiled at the sight of his hands. They were much smaller and chubbier and... veiny...
A sudden overwhelming sensation of drowsiness came over him.
"So, Willie, how are you managing with your yoga classes."
"My y- Mmmaah~"
Will's belly fattened with a loud gush. It was still clearly his, skin color and all, but it was so much softer and... droopier... His hands naturally raised by his sides in a feminine stance.
"D- d- darli- no! Ooh~"
Fat again shifted throughout Will's body as it got to his boobs. His nipples hardened as the two mounds blossomed into firm, large breasts.
"Mmah~ Darling... Have you always been... This tall?"
Will's spine snapped and his bones popped and crackled. He quickly lost height, turning small, petite, chubby and middle aged. Jack, by his perception, was becoming taller than ever; his presence in the room more commanding, almost gaining an air of a thing to be feared. She couldn't help but to notice his dick, bulging against his gym pants.
Jack closed in on Will and grabbed her by the shoulders again. Her body was now small enough to be completely enveloped by him. He leaned against her, wrapping his arm around her neck. The warmth coming from him was almost overbearing.
TO BE CONTINUED.