Big-Small-Girl-Inversion Counter-spell (F2F Attribute Swap) (RAW PREVIEW) (Patreon)

Aight I couldn't hold this one in. Still needs heavy editing, but here's the rough, flow-of-consciousness draft. I'll finish it within the week and release it as a free story. Yep, ya heard that right: Free Shit's coming back, baby. Pls still continue giving me money, it's obviously acting as fuel :3

"Alright" the witch's eyes hadn't been this wide since the War of 97. "You want last night's pill? I'll give you last night's pill."

Her angry eyes started to glow. Literally.

"Eh. I knew I'd manage to be annoying enou- Rrrk!"

Ana's body suddenly expanded, growing bulkier and adding 5 inches to her height.

"Damn thanks I thought you'd neve- Ack!"

Her skull again cracked 5 inches up. Her thighs became larger and touched, her shoulders rounded, her arms showing fat. She crossed them on the growing tissue of her flat-chest-turned-boobs and looked down with her expanding face. Under her gaze, her feet burst out of her sandals into pudgy, familiar things.

Sela, standing nearby, was automatically equipped with a splurt of vaginal lubrication. "Wait, not now! He's gonna start being annoying to me, too..."

Sela's boobs shrunk a little.

"Ga! Witch! Stop!"

The witch's eyes shut down. Sela's boobs bounced back.

"Fine... only because your girlfriend's here..."

Ana's friend Sela recoiled. She scanned the new Ana. "Damn girl, you look like me now. Barring the eyes and the... skin?" She raised her head straight, catching Ana in a perfect eye-level stare. She arched an eyebrow. "Are you making her a white version of me?"

"I don't know." The witch sighed. "I'm tired; t'wasn't on purpose. She's been breaking my balls about wanting to be your boyfriend again. All fucking night long. Guess it made her match the larger thing in the room. Shit."

The witch concentrated, green, more organized swirls shadowing her pupils.

"Aak!"

Ana thinned out, her petite body re-emerging from her Sela-form.

crack

Ana's spine collapsed. Just like that, her height was gone, reconstituting to all of its 5'0 glory. Her boobs deflated, leaving her looking down at herself, disappointed.

"Sela..." she declared in a daze, "you feel so... soft..."

Sela managed to hide any lingering arousal. "Witch, control yourself."

"Yeah, yeah, fine, dude. But you gotta tell shortie here to shut the fuck up."

"I..." Ana was wide-eyed. "I got a Sela-form. Cool..." She looked up at the witch, who was standing behind the counter as usual. "Can you make Sela Ana-shaped, too?"

"God damn it Ana." The witch rolled her eyes. "Not after a full-day shift, I can't. I didn't even know someone could make me spontaneously bust out magical wizz just by being annoying as fuck."

Ana smiled a stupid smile. "I just wanted to play with her soft boobs a little more."

"Ana!" said Sela.

"Ana!" said the witch.

"I think," said Ana, "I know what I must do."

Ana focused on the magic dragon behind the witch. Her forehead wrinkled as she concentrated. Suddenly, the familiar shapes of magical runes orderly arranged inside her mind. She had rehearsed the Mirror-Mental-Image spell every night, for 1 hour a night, for a whole month, by writing the runes down on a scroll over and over again, memorizing the exact order and shapes and recalibrating them as they tickled her brain.

"A- Gg- Ana!!!" The witch screamed. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Nothing..." The runes kept going, constituting perfect, parallel lines of text:

"This Image-Register, now forming as a clause; inversion of body form within couple structure; is channeled ASAP as a broadcast to all mental objects, radius limited by power."

The witch's left eye twitched.

"Inversion of- Gggg- Have you guys always looked like- Hrk- Ana! Stop being fucking weir- I- You guys are like... Why is Sela, like- the bi- Hrk- is Sela the big one?" her face was a mix of rage and confusion. "I don't know what the fuck is going on, but the little, annoying one has to stop- no- Hrk- An- Sel- Ana?! Selaaa!!!"

Her eyes again swirled with bright green flickers. Sela's body folded. She placed a hand on her belly as it was sucked flat. With a loud splurt, Her thighs divided, her diminishing pussy complaining as she became smaller and skinnier.

"Ana what th- Mmmah~"

splurt crack

Sela's butt cheeks were sucked into her, her pelvis and pubic mound reconfiguring into gentler, less audacious structures. Her boobs and face deflated into angularity.

"Ehehe, I'll take tha- Hhrk!!"

In a sudden surge, Ana was tall again. Her butt and thighs immediately exploded in response to the augmentation, becoming Sela's touching, fat bottom-equipment.

The witch gave Sela a stare of fire. "Sela, you little bitch! Stop this now!"

"I'm not- Mmmmah~ I'm not doing anything!"

crack pop

Sela's height matched Ana's former. In fact, her whole body, apart from her skin and some characteristic facial features, were now all Ana. From a distance, any person apart from the couple's most inner social clique would now call her Ana.

"I- Hrk! Ana, st- A- Ana?"

GLORP

Ana's boobs inflated, as did her face, feet, belly and hands. She looked down at Sela, smugly, and stopped the mental rune-transfer.

"Transfer stop."

The witch collapsed on the counter. "Sela, you little- wait was it you that? Yeah that little, squirmy Sela bitch. She's been training, that little worm. I gotta, like... wait, Sela's a magic user now? Why did I make her join the- I gotta, like... train more and... get back at her in some- get back at- wait..."

The monologue continued like this for a while, eventually fading into unarticulated, low noises of confused disapproval.

Ana looked down at her Sela-feet.

"Damn Sela, your fat bod utterly destroyed my sandals."

"Ana!" Sela screamed, her voice rising to pitches previously unknown. She looked up at Ana's Sela-form and recoiled. "Do I look that fat from down here?"

Ana laughed. "Well I do feel incred- damn!" She placed a hand on her neck. "My voice's so deep now. I love it how it still feels like my own tho. Anyway." She slapped her right thigh; it responded by ricocheting. "I do feel incredibly big. Not as big as my BF-form, but different-big. All-over big~"

"I still feel like you'r- cough" Sela's small Ana-voice cracked. "you're- cough- calling me fat."

Ana smiled and tried to pitch her voice to a boyish growl. "Well I quite like being big." She placed her big arm around Sela's shoulders.

Sela blushed.

"Sela being all- uh... crafty, foxy, bitc- uh... I'll tear down the magic from- uh... from her giant stupid fee- wait? I'l- wait?"

Sela looked up at the witch, her gaze partly obscured by the counter.

"You really did a number on her. Can't help but- cough- be somewhat proud."

Ana arched back in her stool, thrusting forth her Sela-mound and spreading her giant Sela-thighs.

"Ye."

"Hey!" Sela blushed again. "Don't make my body do that!"

"It's mine now."

"Mmph."

"Bro, you gotta grow more confident." Ana's eyes were semiclosed. "It's easy for me now; your metabolism makes everything slower."

Ana's belly growled.

"Yeah I do feel more... feisty... eh..." Sela sighed. "We gotta get you something to eat."

The witch raised her head in a pathetic, slow motion.

"Coming- uh.... coming right up."

She collapsed again, snoring loudly, as the couple ordered a big plate of assorted meat.

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BURP

Ana rubbed her exposed belly.

groan

"Stop it, you- mph..."

Sela crossed her Ana-arms and pouted her thin Ana-lips, looking away from her GF.

"Ah! You pig, hey?"

Ana wiped her large hand over her Sela-boobs.

"That's not gonna get your body back, dummy."

"Mph... I just gotta... wait..."

Sela grabbed Ana's a giant Sela-sized plate with her tiny hands. She smirked Ana-noingly "I got it".

"Uh?" Ana's expression was Sela-slow and Sela-stupid.

"Ehehehe"

Sela leaned back into the iron-framed flimsy bar-seat, trying to splay her thighs as rawly as possible, arching her pelvis forth. The sun shined down through the glass roof of the bar's terrace. Sela quickly stuffed her mouth full of Brioche.

"Sela are you- na, come on..." Ana frowned, "we had so much fun last night."

Her boobs shrunk a little. Sela kept stuffing her face.

"I don't c- cough" pieces of pastry bread emanated from the small cough. "Time to get my bod- cough my body bac- hrk"

TO BE CONTINUED.