"Oh, not much interested in rubbing against me anymore, hey pervert? We feeling a bit like a diva?" She touched another rune. Will's hair grew around his brown skin, growing smooth and black, a mole popped beneath his large lips on his double chin.
"Diva~ Maybe~"
"Feeling a bit of a hole growing within ya? A desire to filled?"
Will's giant thighs touched as his penis retracted, large labias emerging to engulf an overactive clitoris; his pudgy hand and short fingers craving its touch.
"Al-fucking.-righty then, if u want it so fucking much."
Will smiled.
"I didn't say I want anything."
"You did with your perverted eyes."
"Oh I'm not the pervert here."
"Sure, sure, shut up."
Clare got up from her chair. The chatter of people dancing and eating cheap, cancer-inducing pastries, completely drowned out her next words.
"What?" Will yelled.
"I said." Clare doubled her volume. "I do not feel like having sex with you, dirty pervert-man."
Will's smile turned fiendish.
"Well that's too bad." He simulated thought, stroking his chin. "But you're a witch, right? That's kinda like a perversion, too, y'know. Not many virgin witches around."
"Oh yes." Clare stretched her mouth in an ironic O. "I forgot. So u want me to cast a spell that makes me sleepy with you, yes, is that what you were implying?"
"That could indeed be considered an implication of my statement."
"Ah, but it is I that reached it, hey? You slimy bastard." Clare thought. "Yeah!" She raised her eyebrows. "I could turn both of us into Catholic nuns! With a fair dose of years of advent brainwashing..."
"Interesting. We would both only have love for God."
"Yes. Yearn for him and nothing else. Hate all passions with a vengeance." Her face lost all excitement. "Which is basically what I already feel like, talking with u right now."
"Oh no." Will kept smiling and staring into her eyes. "Or," he continued, "maybe a good ol' relaxation spell."
She remained emotionless.
"Relaxation?"
"Ye. You know, we are both kind of tired, I fathom. Remember that book we read last month?"
"Tired. I need relaxation. The book on medieval peasants having sex..."
"Hey, that's a pretty crass mischaracterization of F.'s arguments."
"Nah, I think that's pretty much it."
Clare's face livened imperceptibly.
"So u want to become a medieval peasant?"
"Mmh..." Will smile broadened and turned vile. "I didn't say that."
Clare produced a tiny black book from her left pocket.
"If I recall correctly, F. went on and on about how people in pre-industrial societies just had sex left and right." She opened the book and flipped through the pages.
"Go on."
"Before the advent of the victorian family." She stopped flipping and pointed at a rune.
Will looked down at the tiny woman. "Is that the rune for "feminization?"
"Ah, someone's been catching up on their occult studies." She touched it and the rune glowed. Will started feeling faint as he shrunk in height.
"Mmh~" he wobbled as his feet expanded and flattened.
GLORP.
His butt engorged with generous amounts of fat, flattening his expanded feet even more under the additional weight.
"Ah~"
"You know, I've been reading a lot of feminist literature," Clare continued. She flipped to another page and touched another rune. Will shrunk again and his belly gurgled violently as it swelled into a round tear-drop shape.
"I think I'm slowly turning into an eco-feminist." She touched another rune. Will spoke: a smoky, feminine and heavily accented voice left his mouth. He stopped speaking, emitting only a vowel that promptly turned into a deep moan as his skin became more golden and smooth. His face was especially fat and pudgy, almost to the level of Clare's.
"The aesthetic of eco-feminism, that is," Clare continued, "big, fat chicks, rolling in the mud, free of societal constraints, fat tits bouncing as they dance and roll."
"That sounds a bit fascist." Will's nipples swelled and hardened. "Mmh~ I feel- damn." His feet flattened more as his weight augmented, adipose tissue spawning from muscle fibers, legs pulsating, thighs and calves becoming round, stout and lax.
"Mmmaah~"
"You sound very horny." Said Clare.
"I-" Will's smoky voice was now melodic and alluring. "I... I think I wanna dance with- Aaaah~ with that guy over there."
"Oh, not much interested in rubbing against me anymore, hey pervert? We feeling a bit like a diva?" She touched another rune. Will's hair grew around his brown skin, growing smooth and black, a mole popped beneath his large lips on his double chin.
"Diva~ Maybe~"
"Feeling a bit of a hole growing within ya? A desire to filled?"
Will's giant thighs touched as his penis retracted, large labias emerging to engulf an overactive clitoris; his pudgy hand and short fingers craving its touch.
"Oh my Gosh~"
Aight, I'm done here. Go and breed, you medieval peasant, you. Or latina, or whatever the fuck your perverted fantasy think of a "free woman" to be like. Resentment and chastity radiated intensively from Clare's words, as it often was. Jack had made the spell do this, so Clare knew it was part of her essence. The small, fat, perma-hoodie-wearing freak was made for control and influence, not for sex. Her magic, on the other hand - the spell she'd just performed as Clare - it was a vile concoction of lustful feminity and materialization of one's perverted fantasies on one's body. Will had turned into a sexual, stupid, active woman, which was exactly what he was looking for in Clare for the night.
"Aaaah~ I- I'm Julia..."
"Exactly."
"Why... Why Julia..." Julia squished her boobs as they grew prodigiously in size. "Mmmaah~"
I need to work, July, and u wanted to have fun. I figured this was the solution to both our problem.
Julia stopped stimulating her nipples, her shirt arms dropping to her sides as her boobs, wet from sweat, poked at her black tshirt, now too big for her, protruding outwards as she stood tall, face red, making a tent out of the shirt, which dropped down past her big knees, outlines by her giant hips.
"Oh thanks darlin'" Julia's voice was low and simple, as always. "Say, is Jack here? I love that handsome, young man." Julia was 23, but her proficient sexual past had her talking and looking more.mature than most men in the room. Her mom-like curves certainly helped, too. "I looove how he keeps in shape, that stupid man. He doesn't use it much and someone oughta teach him for good~" She straightened her shoulders and her boobs popped out even more jn front of her, covering her bare feet.
TO BE CONTINUED