The Book Club (Man into Nerdy, Short, Chubby Woman) (Patreon)

"Ah, you mean the rich, entitled actress. Beats me, but I can't bring myself to care."

Peter smiled broadly. Clare mimicked him, glaring from her shorter stature.

"That's pretty goo- hey!"

Peter scoffed as Clare shushed him and walked away. Still in the process of adapting to her much shorter strides, she almost tripped over herself. She stopped, swore, and concentrated on her body frame.

"I'm so fucking short," She thought, "and Chubby..."

She felt her round cheeks dimple considerably under her embarrassed smile.

"That's how Clare be." Layla said, smirking. "She starts things and walks away. Making it ur job to channel your anger away from the gerbil-like thing."

"Ah ah," Clare laughed, "at least I don't take movies from Emerald Fennel seriously."

"Hey!"

Clare regained her step and continued towards her jacket.

"My small, little jacket."

She thought of just two hours before, when she was of Peter's height. And way bigger than the scrawny man, muscle-wise.

"But then I can spit vile takes from this round, pudgy mouth."

She fixed her giant glasses and her tongue flicked at her large front teeth. She raised her arm and lingered on her chubby hand, wiggling her short fingers around as if they had just transformed. She smiled again: she couldn't reach it.

"Hey big man."

"Oh my God."

Peter turned towards Clare, stopping abruptly on top of her.

"Oh big man, help this helpless gal."

"Hey Clarem. Ever tried being normal?"

He took the jacket.

"Oh thankyou big man. Wanna buy me a drink?"

"You'd just drink it in one gulp and leave me hanging."

"Oh, the horror! How could an educated young lady not entertain a discussion with such a sophisticated gentleman! Especially if he buys her a drink!"

Peter smiled awkwardly. "Sure, Clare. U had to go eat, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I don't know if- Ah!"

"What now?"

Clare felt the effects of the spell wear off. As much as she'd tried to make it last longer, she never could really get a reliable 3 hours. That's where the eating excuse came from, but she'd overstayed her welcome, as always.

It was just so fun being Clare.

This stout, fat, boyfriendless and bratty female version of himself.

She felt her belly being deprived of fat, turning less and less squishy as her male abs slowly reemerged on her miniscule, fat abdomen.

She quickly wore her coat and ran for the exit.

"Clare at least say b- hey!"

As she exited the bar, she immediately reached for the inner pocket of her jacket.

"What the fuck is her deal."

Her hand became less fat and quickly expanded, and she could feel her biceps curving and forming bigger veins.

"Come on, come on."

She produced a pill. It wasn't exactly the potion, but it still did most of the work.

Her plain shirt strained as her abs expanded, her modest tits strengthening and gaining muscle tissue by the second.

"Shit, shit, shit."

Her legs extended considerably and grew girthier, straining the kid's size gym shorts.

She swallowed the pill with one motion.

Immediately, her body was overtaken by a potent rush of estrogen and de-growth hormones.

Clare flushed, her face completely red as her cheeks reformed into round, fat things; dimpling and developing a damaged texture as they slacked. Her mouth opened as her tongue shrinked to the size of a child's. Her chin retreated, her front teeth returning more protrudent and her mandible weaker.

"Puff. Puff."

The de-growth spell stunted her spine into an even shorter stature than before. Her small shoulders curved, collapsing inwards and forth. The fattening hex re-exploded her little hands, growing back her sausage fingers and small guts, any sort of abdomen muscle destroyed.

Her small butt engorged, as did her pecs, shrinking and then growing into unassuming mounds. Clare's sensitive, large nipples reemerged with a pop.

"Mmh~ puff."

Clare again fit her plain shirt, her miniscule pants and her casual kid's hoodie. Her curly, messy hair again looked as disheveled as shit.

"Alright, me again. That was close."

She knew the pill wouldn't last long. In half an hour, she would be her old, manly self. But for now, the puffy vagina below her round belly said otherwise. It said it pretty loudly.

"Why does this turn me on so much... I gotta fix it eventu- even..."

"Hey Clare."

Will appeared. He wrapped her body in his bigger shadow.

"You gonna eat?"

Clare's clitoris twitched in protest.

"Yeah I tend to do that?"

Will laughed.

"Like, generally?"

"Mh mh. Also, gotta lot of work afterwards. Need the fuel."

Will was amazed by Clare's snappiness as always. He loved how such a small goblin could make the ground beneath him feel shaky.

"Ok Clare, work away. I'll be at the free concert later."

"Sure. Bye."

Clare left the shadow, hiding the arousal that came with her shrinking into half of Will's frame just a moment earlier. Still. Her tits were hard as hell. She repressed thoughts of leaning against Will's side in a feminine slant, caressing his pecs from below. Like a parassite.

"I'm an independent gal." She thought. "Why isn't the potion repressing this stuff..."

Clare was indeed the unspoken boss of the pseudo-leftist bar. She picked all the books for the reading clubs. She'd snarkly took out her phone before, searching up a statistic that Will had gotten wrong in the discussion that'd just passed. She got off on dominating such a large man in rethoric, especially after they stood up at the end, and she'd again be in his giant shadow. Any memory of being just like him a moment before was nothing when she looked into his eyes and saw faltering.

"Ok, ok, horny pill, nice horny thoughts. Now stop and let me be." She thought.

She exited the bar and got to work on her umpteenth solitary eating journey.

"Ok, time for total testosterone death."

Jack stood alone in his car. He'd parked in the usual spot, the ARCI bar at a moment walk. He'd just finished reading the book for tonight's club meeting: it was the usual academic prose on prison abolishion. Ideas of punishment, reform and solitude swirled in his mind.

"The club needs the Boss." He declared, producing a small green vial from his backpack: "green like the obnoxious goblin I'm gonna turn into."

He swallowed the liquid in one quick gulp. His large right bicep shook abruptly in anticipation.

He returned to his book, intent on finishing the last chapter.

As he read, he saw the skin of his hands padding. He vomited a bit in his mouth and groaned. His mind began morphing under the identity extract. He'd concocted that particular potion component from the mind of his friend Anna, an antisocial sociology major, mixed with a part of Greta's, a chubby Latin dancer.

"Pr- arg."

He burped. His shoulders collapsed and he lost an impressive amount of height.

"Damn I feel nerdier already. Getting way more of these references"

Every word seemed to change flavor as new connections popped into his head. Names of philosophers acquired a bent of resentment.

"Mmmh~ fu- burp fuck the patriarchy, man. I'm about to hear so many shit takes from Will."

His spine again snapped and he became small and petite. His bicep tremors settling his arms into stick-like, short things.

He burped again.

"That stupid stud. He speaks as if he knows all. That's what a dic- ah... What a dick does to a motherfu- burp."

His dick swiftly shrank, the loss of his manhood proportioned to hus developing mental weapons of sabitage and demasculization.

"I'm so fucking hungry."

His petite frame was suddenly ruined.

Glorp.

A single gurgling sound oversaw the first burst of abdomen fat. His belly was a small teardrop. Memories of erotica populated her mind. Of men nesting their hand around his small hips, close to her vagina.

"Burp. Gotta find a man that loves me for me, I guess, or whatever the fuck those rich bitch likes to ramble about."

Jack's voice was already very nasal. He sounded more and more like the bratty school teacher he was becoming. Feelings of resentment that were only possible in the mind of a tiny, fat woman, formed and were swiftly augmented by years of radical feminist literature.

"Or maybe I could just not give a Fuck. Burp."

GLORP.

His cheeks expanded and developed a rash, looking round, slack and slightly damaged. His jaw receded and he grew buck teeth. His small tongue flicked to lick them, a tick he started performing more and more before speaking. His utterances became more frequent, more annoying and sexualized.

"Fucking men gonna be there on that lib schtick. They are abusers when it comes down to it. That fucking Will gu- Will... Mmmmmaah~"

Her tiny dick deflated to a chubby clitoris and retracted into puffy lips. His butt swelled as her uterus formed, potent progesterone reigniting her toxic romance as Clare; if it could be called that.

"Will and his advances. Sure, keep that Marx shit up, I know what else you read."

As Jack became Clare, she moaned subtly to herself.

"Will, Willy, Will. Will u get to touch base. Such a tall, handsome man."

Her face reddened.

"Such a dum, fucking idiot. I get the small things u say, but why not act on them? Am I not enough of a Woman? Am I gonna embarrass your pretty ass? Make it all about money. Sure, we're all exploited! Sure! I think I know what to say today. I'll say some men deserve to be imprisoned, eheheh."

Clare left out a nasal laugh as she touched herself. Her small mounds swelled and nipples became large and erect.

"Eheheh. I'll make u falter, Will. Oh Won't u have me, then? Oh pant. Will u confront it, or leave me be? Leave me a lonely, resentful, little woman!"

As Clare reached climax, thoughts of penetration and of a bigger body, big muscles, swelled inside her; all imagined, of course: she was a virgin.

Clare relaxed, sighing. "Men, dum clowns. I'm so small." She laughed, looking down at her hands. They were chubby and round, and so much smaller than before. "And yet I can get u to change, make u even more weird and clumsy than u are. Make u chase and chase."

Her last neurons rewired to those of a woman, the image of her body morphed more and more sexualized under her round eyes. Eyes that she knew now could deny a man. Make him depressed and crazy.

"I might make u chase some more today, idk." She said panting. "I might need u for later."

Clare entered the small leftist bar. It was a sick, party-associated shit hole funded by the state. She resisted visibly cringing at the drink names.

"Sex on the what now? Is that supposed to sound liberating or som-"

"Hey Clare."

"Hi Will."

He towered her as always.

"How are ya?"

"Fine, fine."

"Good to hear."

"Actually read the book this time around?"

"Kinda, school got me bent in half."

"I can imagine that." She smiled internally, but her face was unperturbed.

"Well, university tends to do that. Fuck the students in the ass, u know, standard procedure."

"Sometimes I think that sums up all of your fancy economical theories."

"Oh, it does. But I still need stuff to say on top of that, u know. Formal stuff."

"So formalizing fuck-in-the-ass arguments will change the world?"

"I don't think so. I think it's just a predilection of mine. I think I just like doing it." He smiled.

The two locked eyes for a moment.

Will looked away. "For instance, you're gonna eat a whole lot of Punishment Society concepts from my smartass mouth. It's gonna sound clean and abstract as hell. Only elegant stuff, as always."

"I can't wait." Clare smirked. Will could always save his ass. A blink and he was again spouting shit that was relevant and appropriate. If an established topic wasn't there, he'd just randomly spawn one into existence and the whole conversation will be kept alive by his heavy ideas. "Just so that u can keep puncturing it with ur veiled sex jokes, u creep," Clare thought, her cheeks flushing slightly, "what an elegant little lecturer u are."

"Yeah me too! It's a beautiful framework, u know? U get conservatives repeating tired talking points on a lost great nation; yet all this malaise, all the new prisons, they're just there because it makes sense: they cover a need in the economy..."

"Yeah, yeah, I've read french economists, too, asshole. Save it for the discussion."

Will laughed. "Impatient today? Wanna talk more mundane stuff?"

"No, I think I'm work oriented."

"A true career gal."

"It's a brave new world, professor."

"I ain't got those credentials. I'm more like... A heretic priest... A spirit guide, perhaps."

"You, a priest?"

"Sure, sure. It's kinda hard with u around, tho."

"Fuck u, Will."

"U kinda make me wanna be something else which I cannot exactly pla- oh."

Clare walked past Will. She went for the tiny group of armchairs and sofas. Angela and Greta were already sitting and chatting.

"Hello everyone." She said. "I found out there's a paper titled exactly like the book so I KNOW some of u bitches read that instead."

The two girls smiled.

"Yeah," said Greta, "tough week. T'was a godsend."

"Oh well." Said Clare. "Let's begin."

"What about Will?"

Will was drinking beer and chatting with the barista.

"Let him drink his beer. He didn't sound so prepared, anyhow."TO BE CONTINUED

Hey yall.

Writing this in a rush, so won't be as poetic.As always, thx so much for reading. This was probably one of my horniest ones, eheheh. Gotta love such a tiny shape containing such a large amount of hatred. Damn, if only I could experience being like that... That'll potion come back for future shenanigans, for sure...

Now, logistics: I already got part 2 going, but am waiting to publish it for refinement purposes. As a spoiler, Clare will cast spellz on a drunk Will, utterly destroying his masculitnity through a brain-smushing hex concocted from pure, feminist spite.

Expect it to be released within one or two weeks. I'll stick to a once-a-month schedule after that, expecially because of all the fucking support that is sitll being sent to my lazy ass... and this is (and I know I always say it) fucking unbelievable.

Thanks guys.

Takes a lot of time to read books and come up with ideas, so I really appreciate it.

Unfortunately, money from Patreon is still not enough for me to quit one of my other 7000 money making methods. But this can change, of course; if the right amount of dough snaps back into place, I will certainly release more stories per month.

Reguardless, even if this situation persists, still very glad to have it. It is indeed a very cool part-time thing: love exploring all the sex history and all the sex stories.

What else, what else... drink a lot of water, use caffeine and nicotine strategically... up the dosage before deadlines, and then dial it back, baby! Still get that constant study, tho, don't you go soft on me, now.

Godspeed,WineGodTG.