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Will winced as he saw the girl in the distance.

"Fuck." He thought.

"Go... Away..." He continued, as if trying to psychic her out of the scene.

The little girl was by herself, staring down at him. Jack held an angry gaze.

His mind raced, exasperated.

"She's literally the only thing preventing me from transforming..."

Two slippers dangled from Jack's left hand. They were brown and worn out, as he'd used them more than once to solve his problems... maybe even when he didn't really need them.

They were also way smaller than his feet.

"Hai!"

Will's eyes narrowed.

"Hey..."

He thought for a while.

"Hello, little girl, where are your par-?"

"Hai!"

"H- Hey..."

Jack looked at his wrist-watch: 19:08.

"I have to take the train... Now..." he thought.

He tried to visualize the words of the curse in his head. His memory wasn't that sharp, but the emotional weight of his first transformation strengthened the needed neurons.

This curse upon clothes

shall be cast,

So that they who wears them

will adapt, be recast,

In a form that is right,

Right for the time,

Right for the place,

Right to fix things as their

feminine side.

Augmented she will be,

And as such, she will see,

Things that before nobody could bare.

Upon herself, she will take,

the fight of the Other,

And as such, like a mother, complete the

affair.

Will had cursed the flippers almost 2 years ago, when he was 24. Chaos had ensued in the following year. He'd mended relationships, fixed broken hearts and even became the better half of an extremely complex situationship of a whole MONTH.

"I sometimes still dream of him, for Fuck's same... As her..."

He'd then found out that some places couldn't be "fixed".

This "place", for instance: a desolate train stop going nowhere, at the time just before the last train departed into the worst parts of town. He couldn't resist trying the shoes here, while alone, and coincidentally, this was the first place in which he had the pleasure to perform such an experiment. The advanced time of night meant that there were mostly no people. And if there were, Will could always go to this particular spot at the end of the rails, and be certain to find no one.

That's how he'd discovered Nina. Nina... Was a...

"A fucking drug..." He thought.

Nina wasn't for fixing anyone in particular. She was free, and she always smiled. She knew that that train could take her to an isolated suburb. From there, Nina knew she could walk to a cheap Latin bar. The first time, Nina had met the owner. They talked and talked.

"Hey, charming fella?! How we doin', hey?! Bit lonely 'round these parts!" Her smile radiated a contagious joy that was like a flame that couldn't be snuffed.

"Ah... Young girl..."

"Oh I'm young, then? Why thank you very much indeed!"

Her cheeks blushed so hard they shined.

"Uh... Of course u are, lady... It's pretty obvious..."

"And I'm pretty, too? P-lease!"

The bartender blushed too.

The spell glitched a bit. Nina's petite hand became a bit chubbier and firm, and the corresponding arm, a twig of an appendage, regained some roughness and size. She quickly placed the arm behind her small, curved back, where it swiftly shrunk down to its original size.

"Anyway: I think there's gonna be dancing here in a while, am I right?"

She flicked her miniscule hand back under the bairtender's gaze. Its short nails twitched with a feminine reflex.

"Eh... yes?"

"Good, good." She smiled. "That's all I needed to know."

The girl kept staring at Will.

"Moma?"

"Oh Hell no!"

The train was about to come. Any moment now.

"Oh, fuck it..." Will said. "I need this..."

He slipped the sandals on, and looked in horror as they changed size: becoming larger, flatter and even more worn out than usual.

"Moma! Moma!"

Will's shirt bulged forth as he became fat.

"Oh no, no... I... mmmh~ no..."

His feet swelled, developing a chubby bump and a bigger imprint, spreading out so as to fit the flippers-turned-sandals. His face exploded, becoming chubby with a loud glorp. He touched it and felt a newfound shame in his deteriorating psychic. His legs transformed into the opposite of Nina's: they slowly became firm, round, stable and... longer... much longer and bigger.

glorp

"Aaah~ no... no... my thighs..."

His thighs touched as Will completed his transformation into a fatter, bottom-heavy version of himself. He felt himself giggle violently as he shifted. A faint pain and stiffness penetrated his spine as his butt swelled. Successive explosions of fat formed it into a stiff, protruding heart-shape. He instinctively placed a hand on where it touched his curved back, as if resting it on a small shelf. He grunted deeply.

"Mmh... I... no... I need Nina..."

Will ran. As he did, the sandals flopped liberally around his long, feminine feet. The girl, smiling, remained in her place.

As Will reached his hiding spot, he sighed a sigh of relief. His head had already changed, with thoughts of parenting and care swirling in their primordial form. But as he got further away from the girl, they became more and more distant, the image of the girl becoming more mangled and swirly.

Will stopped and leaned his large body against a pole along the rails. He still mostly looked like himself, but fat and with a giant ass and legs, and a large belly drooping downwards. He moaned as Bill's biceps formed in his mind.

"Mmmmah~"

The fat in his thighs swirled, rearranging into tight muscle as his legs collapsed into shorter and lean things. In the span of 1 minute, all excess tissue was sucked within him, giving him thighs that were gentle curves of smooth skin. He caressed the inside of his pelvis with his round hand as it turned smaller and smaller, Nina's miniscule fingers blooming into existence. His internal thighs gave an ever so subtle slack to his small touch.

crack

"F-Finally..." his voice felt less heavy and more bubbly.

His shoulders collapsed and his height diminished into a petite and nimble frame. His cheeks sucked in on their own, becoming almost hollow, but still lively.

"I... I'm turning into Nina..."

Nina's tone was loud and attention-demanding, but she knew she could make it soft just when the context required it.

"Mmmha~"

Her dick became small and flaccid. She grabbed it.

"B-Billy~"

With a splurt it got sucked within her small pelvis, tight folds of skin emerging into the outside of Nina's unused vagina.

"N-no dear... you should... message the office girl~"

She looked down at her feet, and sighed at their long shape and veiny texture, perfectly fitting her small sandals. They were so white and faint that her blue blood was shown in plain sight.

Thoughts of the girl as her center completely vanished in an instant, morphing into bodies of larger men, and their sad, unkempt beards. Their sights were fixed on her with the ravenous desire of those who were starved of intimacy. Instead of playing with the girl, she was now talking to these melancholic men with a soft tone, listening to their troubles as she blushed and they locked eyes. Talking about life, about love, about sex and what it meant.

"You are a nice, interesting guy."

Her eyes semiclosed as he held her small body, making her feel engulfed.

"You can rest, if you want. It's fine if we stay like this for a while."

The train appeared on the horizon. Nina felt her simple clothes tickle as they shifted, revealing her skinny shoulders and belly.

"Time to stir some hearts!" She said under her small breath, smiling a sharp smile that spoke of experience. Her hair fluffed outwards in a short mane of mahogany locks.

"Hai!"

Nina looked back, her confident facade melting into anxiety.

"You again?!"

"Mom-"

The girl locked eyes with Nina, narrowing them to small slits.

"Moma?"

Nina squeezed her eyes shot and held the sides of her face. Maternal instincts swirled around her head.

"I... no... no Lov- Ah~ Lo-Love? I gotta... go... danc-"

Nina's hips cracked outwards and her thighs swelled, her legs stretching and lengthening.

"Mmah~ N-No!"

Nina ran towards the train, but her new center of gravity made her collapse to the floor. Images of the girl became stronger and stronger, and more detailed as she fell.

"I'm not... not... my L-Love, I've gotta... take the- mmmmh~"

"Moma!"

Her butt surged forth, exploding with fat as it ruptured Nina's shorts.

TO BE CONTINUED

Hey y'all. As always, thx a lot for reading.

Now, I know what you're thinking: don't worry, the mom-bod is indeed coming back. Just you wait a while. Trust the process.

Regarding Simp Potion that is also in the making. Thesis work, job search and my fucking band choosing to perform at a god-fosaken venue in the middle of fucking nowhere (TM) got me working with government-induced ADHD. Still, it's gonna be over soon. Probably even by the end of August.

What else, what else... keep being gorgeous.

And if you think you're not, well...

just add some hair product... or go bald... any 20 dollar haircut at your local Chinese guy's make you feel 5 years younger al of a sudden.

if you're feeling valiant: get into your local salsa scene. You'll be amazed at all the "ugly" boys and gals having a blast on beat.

And if ain't got that sense of rhythm yet, boy: just hang in there.

Leaders and followers are not selective when it comes to training, it's part of their duty as dancers. Maybe drink some beer in moderation and get that tipsy smalltalk going: 'cause maybe (just maybe) you might find some Nina of your own, willing to listen,

withdrawing into her infinite well of energy, to channel some life into your tired soul.

Peace and Love,

WineGodTG.