Shy-Fat-Girl Decoy-Pill (MTF/WG/MindChange) (Patreon)

"We don't need you, my big man, we need a helpless GF that shits her pants at the slightest noise. If them piggies even try to look at you funny, that's gold for the movement."

"We all know what you like in bed. You opened up about those poems you read, remember?"

Will's eyes rolled upwards and he looked possessed. "Take my breath I wasn't using." She recited. "Pin my wrists like pressing flowers." She continued. "I scream without saying your name."

...

His small penis fought for excitement at the sight of his short, chubby toes wiggling in his flip-flops, before suddenly vanishing into his touching thighs, a round hand coming down unconsciously to feel Will's plump vagina.

"The Arcana extracts the current imaginary fantasies of the subject, and transmutes his body in a quick, painless manner so that its form converges upon such fantasies. It then shifts one's subconscious patterns to match the new body schema. The supporting function, activating first... bombards the brain of the subject with the imaginary register of the most passive social role available within the current context."

She smirked. "I fucking hate new-speech spells, they sound so dull."

"Fuck, dawg." Fascination and anticipation shook Will's voice as he complained. "I can't... argue against anything of what you said..."

The weird restaurant didn't look like any locale Will had been in before. Modern infrastructure blended seamlessly with arcane symbols and Chinese glyphs. A slick, corporate, circle-like logo could be said to summarize this whole, surrealist effect: it looked dead from the tall windows on the outside, but it slowly became more articulate and old upon a closer look, decorated with dragon scales, long fish-whiskers, and subtle cat-eyes.

"I know, 'dawg'," the witch said. Will knew that she must've been a witch, even though just a moment before, when he had retreated to the restaurant, after dodging 2 tear gas rounds, she'd looked like an ordinary waitress. "Years of arcane training does that to you. You become a real yapper."

"I guess it'll... help the cause..." Will moved the pill around in his fingers. It was a white perfect sphere with yellow dots. "But like... how does the 'shy' factor help at all? Won't I just cower in fear after I transform? How will I even be able to move around?"

The witch rolled her eyes, annoyed. "I already told you, boss-man, that's what Bill's for."

Will stared blankly at her. "Oh, right. Bill."

"Does tear gas induce memory loss?" She smiled. "Me and Billy go way back. He's been doing this shit for years."

Will thought for a moment, his deer-in-headlights expression unfaded by the chaos he'd just endured. "Wait does the..." he hesitated, "does the police have magic, too?"

The witch flicked her tongue. "Oh, you have no idea," she began, "the Ministry of the Interior's been working on all kinds of new toys. Lotsa my university courses's been drifting in that direction, actually, pays disgustingly well."

"Oh..."

"Yeah." She narrowed her eyes. "Just the other day I was reading the news. There's this paranoia-amplifying gas that makes you lose any sense of... idk... structure? It makes you stupid and reactive. Lotsa psychopathic douchebags' been foaming at the mouth to legalize that shit."

"Any..." Will responded, "any... transformation stuff?"

She laughed. "Oh no. Especially gendered magic. The far-right majority is terrified by it. They've been trying to stuff Grand Wizards into the courts to make it illegal for ages. Still, pretty hard to do under the Constitution, which, and I quote."

She pantomimed a hand on her heart.

"All arcane practice shall be kept free, and its practice shall be forever performed and propagated in the interest of research and knowledge."

"But y'know." She sighed. "It's probably just a matter of time 'til they manage to find a loophole. But that's where the Covenants come in, eheh. That's a practice older than any of their legal bullshit."

Will's stare was unfaded. "Are you in a covenant?"

"Of course! What a dumb, fucking question! Every cool witch is in one."

"S- Sorry..."

The witch laughed. "Are you already practicing your alter-ego?"

"Fuck you, ma'am."

"Eheheh"

Will stared at the pill.

"Alright, alright, let's get this over with. I can feel you craving to transform. We'll have to discuss a lifetime supply and all; it'll be kinda expensive - inflation being rampant - but I think you'll get addicted to it pretty quick, ehehe."

"I will certainly not."

"Sure, gay-bro, you're not fooling anyone."

"Coming from you. You're the gayest looking thing in this whole fucking circus."

"I know, bitch. Shut up. Now, for the pill to work I gotta repeat everything in legal language. The corporations literally set it up so that only the 'formal' chants unlock the magic. It's annoying as hell."

She rolled her shoulders and snapped her neck, producing 2 A4 papers stapled together.

"Brazilda sure didn't have to do this shit during the Great War. Oh well:"

"Here I go: The pill 4313.21 'Blirvorlhax' contains a hard, eco-friendly shell, containing a cherry-flavoured jelly. The magical contents have been coated on the exterior and are gated by Law 5.10.2 of the Civil Code. The coating has recreational and therapeutic use only." She smirked. "I fucking hate new-speech spells, they sound so dull." She continued: "It has been tested on a controlled group of young subjects, achieving its stated functions with no harmful side effects. The main function is brought forth by Bagagna's Image-Material-Realization Arcana, legalized by Council 731-bis. The Arcana extracts the current imaginary fantasies of the subject, and transmutes his body in a quick, painless manner so that its form converges upon such fantasies. It then shifts one's subconscious patterns to match the new body schema. The supporting function, activating first, is Lefèvre's Passive-Social-Stance Arcana, legalized by yadayadayada." She swallowed a little. "It bombards the brain of the subject with the imaginary register of the most passive social role that is available within the current context. The mental shift is sustained enough for the main function to transform the target into exactly this: A helpless, passive subject that immediately plays out benign, unimpactful subconscious patterns."

"Damn." Will stated. "Now that. Is pretty gay."

"Yes it is." The witch confirmed. "The sub kind. But as I told you, the protest out there's getting pretty brutal. And all strategic talk's been converging on this exact course of action." Her voice raised, edging aggressive. "The police already managed to scare most of our soft girls away from this corridor. It'll be a warzone in a couple minutes. And that means all the 'customers' will flee the terrace leaving only black bloc remaining. It'll get all property-destructive and shit; that's exactly what the media wants." Her eyes widened. "We don't need you, my big man, we need a helpless GF that shits her pants at the slightest noise. If them piggies even try to look at you funny, that's gold for the movement. And I'll be here filming the whole thing."

"Bro." Will massaged his temples. "If that's the goal, can't you just magically summon reels on social media or some shit like that?"

"Oh, I laugh." Said the witch. "Fucking with the NPC media world is the most detectable illegal shit that you can do. If you're not the government, that is."

"And this is legal?"

"Oh of course not. But it's practically impossible to detect. We've already transformed, like... 50 people today? And wand-sensors picked up maybe like... 2? Of course they generally know it's happening, but try to guess if I give a shit about that." She again raised her voice. "It fucking works, man. It's the only reason this 'restaurant' is still holding up."

"God damn it!" Will exclaimed. "I knew there was gonna be some gay shit going on, but I didn't expect it at the front lines."

"That's because you don't read history, bro, that's on you."

"Fuck you."

"Ehehehe"

Will thought for a moment. Again, everything the witch had said made perfect sense. If he wanted to stand by his own principles - always be on the front lines, always be there where there was an actual need - he was gonna have to swallow that damn pill.

Will grunted. His mouth was filled by a strong, cherry flavour.

"Tastes like shit..."

The evening air felt colder against his white shirt. It sported an icon of a cutesy panda below his right nipple and exposed a portion of his abs, along with his belly button. His shorts, also witch-furnished equipment, were sporty, black and baggy, hanging loose around his legs.

He brought a hand to his forehead, his jelly bracelets rubbed against his temple.

"You alright?" Billy said. "Want me to hold your arm?"

"Fuck no, dud- Gga..." He swallowed. "Wait for it to kick in, you pervert."

Smoke enveloped the gray walls of the corridor, where it joined the main plaza. The gothic shrines of Central Milan Cathedral, the Duomo, emerged from the smoke like ancient, pagan temples, pointing towards the gods. A dozen riot control vehicles, a firetruck, water cannons, fiery, plastic bins: all of it shifted form under the dense, white smoke. Will coughed, his eyes watering from the tear gas.

"Libertàààà!"

"Stop! Telecamere! Avete le telecamere!"

"So muc- Gggggg~ so much shouting..."

Will's hunger hormones were the first to go: leptin signals dysregulated as his stomach stretched under the spell.

"Ggggg~ I- Fuck me..."

His exposed abs imploded, absorbed by smooth waves of enlargements.

"I feel..." Will gagged. "It's so strong..." He gripped his stomach.

With a strong crack Will's frame almost halved in size, his hips spreading out against the loose seams of his shorts. His legs became short, and his upper body tiny.

Bill grabbed Will's new, short arm. He looked down at his diminishing form. "It's all right, bro, keep going."

"The images are so s-strong..." Will repeated. The takeover of his mind kicked into place. Will glanced around the corridor, the terrace still in view, full of disoriented, wide-eyed tourists.

"Let's... we should- Ggggg... Bill, let's- Mmmh~"

Will's imaginary world abruptly shifted. He remembered things that weren't there before: he had eaten 2 meat skewers among the tourists. Bill had paid for them as a present. He was there to visit and have a fun, lovely stroll with his BF.

"Let's go back Billy! I hear explosions!" Will recoiled; had he just spoken with a slight Chinese accent?

"Bill- Gggggggg- Billy!"

His feet, which were already shorter and stubbier, became chubby, round and flat. His left thigh exploded, becoming thick as fuck.

"Billyyyyy!"

"Calm down, calm down. It's going good." Bill's voice sounded so much deeper. "See? There's people following us already."

"MMmhh~"

Will's brain was an ecstasy of girly symbols. Her tacky collection of rubber bands suddenly made sense as it became integrated. Her craving for rest after a long, romantic walk. The need to Instagram her food so her besties could accept her coming out of her shell with her first BF.

"I feel like this is real... I feel like my tits are... my tits have been through stuff..."

"Eh." Bill tried not to laugh. "You do feel pretty soft."

"My body's still- Gggggg- it feels less comfortable, but more... like home?"

gush

His right thigh followed suit, engorged from within by a potent rush of fat.

GUSH

Will's butt flared out, filling his wide hips completely and riding his huge shorts upwards, exposing the lower parts of the cheeks: a soft, tanned, creased surface sporting the beginning signs of cellulite.

gush gush gush

Both of Will's thighs expanded again, along with his calves and feet. All of it was heavy, chubby and short. He looked down: under his soft, exposed belly he could see the body of a fat, Chinese girl. His small penis fought for excitement at the sight of his short, chubby toes wiggling in his flip-flops, before suddenly vanishing into his touching thighs, a round hand coming down unconsciously to feel Will's plump vagina. She arched her large butt as her uterus spawned, gurgling under her enlarging stomach with its first sounds of life.

"Billy come ooo oh oh, mmmh c-come oooon!"

Bill couldn't help smiling this time. "Sis, take your hand out of there, it doesn't look very innocent."

"Uh?" Will looked down at herself again. "Ah!" She snatched her chubby hand out of her mound. "Shut up pervert!"

Bill laughed. "Me?" He squeezed Will's round arm, as his upper body plumped, the transition making him hard. "We all know what you like in bed. You opened up about those poems you read, remember?"

Will's eyes rolled upwards and he looked possessed. "Take my breath I wasn't using." She recited. "Pin my wrists like pressing flowers." She continued. "I scream without saying your name."

Bill recoiled. "Yeah, Vic, don't fucking go around telling people. God damn, girl."

"Wa?" Will regained consciousness. "Is that all... me?!"

GUSH

Her boobs swelled in a strong, quick stretch.

"Gggaäaə~"

Will cupped them.

"MMmmmhh~"

Mammary tissue, memories of guys latching and sucking, proliferated.

"AAaa... aa... a..."

Will looked up at Bill, he was so tall it made her think of Pangu, the giant who held up the sky.

"Billy I'm so tired." She said automatically.

BANG

"SIA-MO TU-TTI AN-TI-FA-SCI-STI!"

clap-clap clap-clap cla-clap-clap-cla-clap-clap

BOOM fizzle

"M****!"

A dark gas-mask emerged from the smoke.

"You all right ma'am?"

Will produced the smallest eep.

"Me?"

"You're crying."

"Ah? N-no..."

Will became silent. Her face had indeed been contorted by heavy bouts of tears, and it clearly wasn't only the tear gas.

Two maskless black hoodies perforated the fog and sprinted behind the couple.

"WHY ARE YOU CRYING, BITCH? HAHAHA. STOP IT AND GET BACK THERE!"

"SHUT UP, F*****!"

"I- I'm not.... eeeeeeeeeee...."

"It's fine," Bill boomed. "She's my girlfriend."

Gas-mask was joined by 3 other guys in ski masks.

"It doesn't look fine."

The other: "Are you his girlfriend?"

"Y- eeeee... y-"

Will's face, which still retained her masculine features, suddenly became a fat, Chinese girl, her eyes narrowing above her drooping cheeks. She squeezed them in despair.

"yes..."

"Sure looks like she is."

Will burst into tears, attempting to curl her body into a ball while standing upwards (and failing).

BOOM BANG fizzle

"Alright," said gas-mask, before swiftly returning to the smoke, along with his friends.

"Vic come on. Look at the crowd behind us. It's working."

"Waaah- hic- waaaaaaaaah!"

"BRO GET HER BACK HERE!"

A dozen armored police officers came into view, and immediately recoiled at the sight of the couple.

"SIA-MO TU-TTI AN-TI-FA-SCI-STI!"

clap-clap clap-clap cla-clap-clap-cla-clap-clap

"Vic it's fine." Bill squeezed Vic's arm. "It's fine, they won't hurt us."

A glass bottle flew over Bill's head and banged on a police helmet.

A trumpet sound pierced the air.

"M****!"

The officers charged.

"Shit!" Bill said. "Vic let's get out of here!"

"AAAAAAAA!"

The large crowd of chants suddenly scattered, barring 3 ski-masks. The couple turned with it, Bill desperately trying to drag Vic with him.

"MOVE IT, VIC!"

"NNnno... nnoooo..."

Some remaining part of Will did her best to activate a sprint, but the pill had done its work thoroughly. Will could not even remember the last time she ran. The action was registered, and immediately converted into a stuttering, fat waddle, her sandals flailing around violently.

"VIC!"

The 3 ski masks crashed parts of the riot formation, which immediately pinned them to the ground. What remained advanced reluctantly towards a heavy, lumbering Vic and a dragging Bill.

Will turned her head to see the charge. Desperate, she fell on the ground, curling into a ball, her hands around her head.

"Waaaaa- hic- Waaaaaah!"

Most of the police managed to go around the ski masks, but one officer, stumbling, tripped over a crying, balled up Vic.

From the windows of the restaurant, a camera-wielding witch smirked with glee.

"This'll make the rounds at the next meetup."

"So."

The witch was flicking her disgusting tongue out the side of her mouth and making a cringy face.

"It worked Vic."

Vic wanted to call the witch a bitch (or a bitch-witch) and say that she looked like a giant, gross bitch of a witch, even tho she could swear she remembered her to be shorter. Instead, she gave her a short, rapid glance with her big, round eyes, managing to hold eye contact for a whole, long second before looking to the side, puffing her lips, and crossing her arms.

"Yeah I guess it did."

"Good girl!"

Vic retained her cute frown.

"Oooooh! Don't be angy!"

She stood her ground.

"Angy little girl."

"It's not funny." Vic said. "My back still hurts." A tear streamed down her soft cheek as her voice turned higher. "I could've died!"

"Now, now, no one has died during a protest in a long time. And anyway, you would've died a true warrior Wi- I mean... Vic, right?"

Vic stood her ground.

"Alright, I guess I deserve the silent treatment. Just try to be a little less... cute about it! oh my God!!"

The witch leaned over the counter to squeeze Vic's cheeks.

"I could strangle you right now you fucking cutie! I wanna eat you up~ Pucci pucci pucci!"

Vic's cheeks reddened a crimson red. Her nipples hardened through her tight shirt.

"SHUT UP!"

"Oh, okaaay~" The witch leaned back and raised an eyebrow. "A feisty little angy."

"Mmmph..."

"Alright, alright, I get it." She leaned on the counter, placing her head on her hands. "As I was saying, though, it worked wonderfully. It's not even been a week since the 'accident' and none but the most rage-baiting conservative is arguing against the clip. And the liberals are eating it up. It's golden. Some might say... magic? Eh?"

Vic stood her ground.

"When do I turn back?"

"Ah! Well... first of all, you gotta get into... a specific kind of situation... kind of like exposure therapy."

Vic looked up at the witch, or at least at her forehead.

"What?"

"You see," she began, "I didn't really have time to talk about the reversal spell. Heck, I was lEgALlY ReQUIrEd to." She sighed. "What a drag... but y'know, there are still methods to talk without talking, if you're careful enough. Thank God." She frowned. "Also, I might have made you unconscious for just a little, tiny bit. While I was reading ya the boring stuff."

Vic's mouth became a perfect sad emoji.

"Whaaat?"

"It's going to be fiiiine." The witch continued. "You just have to... well... earn your confidence back." She yawned. "Once you manage to get into the right headspace, which is the hardest part, you'll usually manage to confront some guy that called you fat at the gym or whatever, and that will bring your dum body back in a jiffy. Now, some tips... well, well... uh... It usually helps to lose a little weight first. And hang out with people that aren't your boyfriend. Stop only hanging at Bill's place crying for half a day, y'know? Also, I noticed not thinking about sex seems to be a big part of it." She glanced at her watch. "We offer free therapy sessions on Sundays from 18 to 20. It's the least I can do really. We're a little short-staffed at the moment, so you might have to skip one or two." She clapped her hands. "Welp. Gotta go now. Wizarding school sure isn't paying itself. There's a reason I keep going around breaking people's balls about protests, if'ya'knowhata'mean. Eh. Breaking balls. Funny joke."

The witch turned with a theatrical sway and went back to serving sushi.

"Wh- what?"

Vic stood alone at the counter. She didn't like being alone. It was a rarity when she managed to talk to a stranger for more than 5 seconds.

"Hey cutie?"

"Uh?"

"Nice shorts. Want a drink?"

"N-no..."

"Hey! Scram!"

"Ahahaha, fuck you witch!"

Vic sighed deeply as the guy disappeared, adjusting her huge shorts so that more of her massive butt was covered. She plopped her heavy cheeks between her arms, her hoodie covering her messy hair as she resented leaving home without Bill.

"Fuck..."

Hey y'all.

Really enjoyed this one. If the world building feels a bit more complicated, that's intentional. I'm gonna flesh this shi out into a series of "heroes" using similar spells to fuck with the glowies (or at least try to make it to the end of the month).

If anyone has any recommendation whatsoever, remember you are always free to comment. I do eventually get to requests (eg Simp Potion, which will also probably be an effective weapon during this series).

Anywho. What else.

Thanks for everything as always. I got into the groove of working every Tuesday night, and I hope I become a better writer because of it. I tried using AI to be faster, or whatever, but it was making me stupid (and frankly delivering underwhelming stories) so I decided to just keep it to spelling and grammar checking. The clanka even seems to agree with me. And writing itself is one of the things that manages to keep me sane, even the horny kind.

So.

Thanks for making me a better writer. More ideas soon. Suggest directions for the Urban Fantasy stuff. And rock on.

WineGodTG.