Medium Difficulty (Man to nerdy, chubby GF; M2F/WG)

This is part 2 of "Fun in Sandals" (that's where Julie comes from) but it works as a standalone. Enjoy.

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"Oh my God"

Will crossed his arms, squishing his new, fat boobs.

"Gah..."

"You dance?"

"Ah-"

Will's body was alive, burning with a fire that came from his stomach. He shifted his hand across his crossed forearm, ruffling the soft, thin hair. His pale, plump skin seemed to glisten under the suffused lights of the plaza. The man approaching him was taller and muscular; wearing a tight black shirt, hugging his pecs.

"It's ok if you don't wanna."

Will found himself smiling. As he did, he knew his round cheeks dimpled considerably. He'd come here for a reason, and he wanted to see it through. Still he-

He locked eyes with the man. His expression was sharp, a sparse stubble adorning his chin. Will imagined how he would look from his perspective: a short, chubby woman; embracing herself in a defensive stance. She held his gaze, and it was clear she was desired. It was clear he was turned on.

Her body sparked alive.

Her vagina, newly formed just a moment before (the engorgements of the pubic mound still fresh in Will's mind) became wet for the first time.

She smiled a calm smile; her anxiety melted.

"Ok."

She touched the man's hand, looking at the soft, padded back of her own. Electricity sparked through this fat version of himself. The man closed in, raising her arm up high from his taller standing. She immediately gave herself to him, becoming passive as he moved her; smiling. She still couldn't fully accept what it felt like - dancing as the girl. Thinking was muted, touch was a surprise. Breathing and arousal was controlled by the man, sharp when he closed in (Will, often surprised, would blush), elusive as he twirled her, subtle if he grabbed her shoulders and spun her more intimately. Will felt, more than ever, watched as she swayed; as thought her abandonment to his lead brought out a new beauty from within her; in the way she moved graciously through his breathing. She would never let someone do this to her as man. To touch her as he wanted. She thought of every explanation that she'd given herself to become this way; every rationalization that had come up before the transformation. She suddenly felt like she could only now grasp the entangled web of excuses.

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"You have these problems. These preoccupations."

"I mean... I guess I just wanted to process them... think them over..."

"So, like... use me to process them?"

"Yeah. I always thought speaking to people helps clarify what you think."

"If they're not stupid."

"Well... yeah, they gotta have enough neurons to sit there and actually listen to you, I guess... and patience to let you talk."

"Allow me to project myself onto your little process then. A little imposition, perchance."

"Who the fuck says perchance?"

"Me," Layla's eyes went extremely, stupid wide, "an intellectual. I do. It is I. I claim we in fact are channeling Petrarch's Me, Myself and-"

"Ah yes, and the Loud, Long-winded, Fucking Idiot."

Layla laughed.

Will smiled. "Like, do you ever shut up."

Layla made a quick gesture with her right hand and mimicked Will's small smile. "Shush now. Here's the deal: you can have 2 identities."

Will visibly cringed. "Layla I'm not becoming that insecure mess again."

An image of himself as Julia popped into his mind. Her plastic sandals squeaked as she squirmed in her one-piece; large thighs rubbing generously as she thought of Carl and masturbated. Her arousal was nervous and excited in her virgin state; untainted by past disappointments. Carl's taller, muscular body was in her fantasy akin to a scorching sun.

"Oh, but it'll be fuuun!" Layla was smiling again.

"Layla it cannot be understated how much I don't want to be her anymore. It's... humiliating."

"Ah!" Layla simulated offense. "Humiliating, you say. Preposterous." She placed her hands on her heart in a dramatic motion. "Just Imagine saying that to Julie's face, that poor soul. That, I claim, is where true humiliation lies."

"Yeah, claim away, you clown. I said I'm not becoming mega-virgin again."

"Brother, you are no fun. No fun at all." Layla thought for a while, Will facing her and frowning aggressively in silence.

"Well, I could... Uh..."

A sudden jolt rippled across Layla's face for a split second. She quickly repressed whatever the cause of it was.

"Well, it's simple really. The solution is right in front of us: I'll just make you a 'normal' girl to cover up your identity. You get to have as many past 'healthy' affairs as you want."

Will doubled down on the frown. "And how is that supposed to be trivial?"

"Well." Layla couldn't help a sly look, a small smile curving her lips. "You said you worry people will see you as a slut if you 'dance with every fucking girl here' every time you come to Bachata. Yes, that IS a quotation. Still, you like it as a low-key sexual outlet. I think that sums up the dilemma you gave me?"

Will smiled tightly. "Sure."

"Ye' old freedom without judgement conundrum. And so, here you have it: the solution is a parallel, secretive, slut-identity."

"Of course you had to put it that way."

"Sorry if I'm honest, buddy. But you don't want Julia 'cause you're afraid to piss yourself from excitement in the middle of all these hot, Latin men."

"That is not even true. Most men here are not 'Latin'."

"Sure, sure, sure. So, with your consent, sir, I can just mold you into a... different female version of yourself. One that's been through more... activity. Standard issue girl?"

"In the sense that I will be free from an all-consuming boycrush?"

"Perchance."

"Mh" Will thought for a while. "I mean... sure, why not." He exhaled. "So, how do we do this?"

Layla's smile turned slightly fiendish again. "I'll prepare the potion. Meet me here at the usual time."

She excitedly paddled away, immediately turning back.

"Oh, and wear gym clothes."

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Will was waiting for Layla with his gym clothes on. He tried to think of himself as girl. He will probably be shorter... though that wasn't for sure. He'd be softer though. He looked at his hands, imagining them padded and pale. He remembered how it felt, during the transformations, when his hands became Julie's: the hands of a slightly overweight, awkward woman. There was always a slight moment in which his mind couldn't quite accept that those soft hands were his own. Eventually, as he became smaller in stature and ego, his new agitated mind would submit to the feeling of her wiggling, chubby fingers (and to the shame that came with it). But that instant of disassociation during the transition, was always wild. One time, when Layla had not been there during the ritual, he couldn't resist touching himself with Julie's hands. Her touch, still not quite appropriated by his consciousness, was so delicate and hesitant.

"Will."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

"Jesus!" Layla smiled nervously. "Look the fuck out, I guess, haha I'm gonna getcha."

"Layla how are you so fucking... slimy..." Will exhaled; his body shook. "Ah!"

"I'm sorry my deliciously proportioned, petite body is gracious enough to blend with the wind."

Will looked at Layla, as he often did, with a slight sense of confusion. "No- uh... sane girl would ever say that to no one, ever."

Layla rolled her eyes. "Sure, man; live in your made up world of average midness. Meantime," she shifted on her hips, "here's the sacred beverage."

"Sure... sacred..."

Will grabbed the drink. Layla smiled in the corner.

"Do you have to stand there and watch every time?"

"Of course I must. Do you pay me, perchance?"

"No..."

"Well there you go." She gestured with her hand. "Chop, chop, I'm quite excited to see the result."

"That's not reassuring."

"Oh you boring, pathetic man."

Will sighed. He stared at the drink: purple wisps of whatever-the-fuck spastically swirled within a lighter shade of fluorescent pink. He downed half of it in a quick gulp. He could feel it flow to his stomach, wherein it immediately started to agitate it. He placed a hand on it and groaned.

"My stomach's already moving this much? Aah~ I thought the shifts would be... smoother..."

Layla was still smiling. "Why?"

"Well, I'm not- Aaah~" Will's belly visibly started churning. "Not... gaining weight. I'm just becoming a girl."

Layla's teeth started showing. "Well, who said anything about not gaining weight?"

Will scowled at her. "You bitc- Aaaah!" His brow relaxed as he moaned.

"Bi- Bit- Moaaah~”

He felt his frame diminishing. Suddenly, he was Layla's height once more. His muscles melted away, his pecs then deflating, his abdomen flattening. His hips snapped, dividing his legs in a clear feminine V. Then they snapped again. And again.

"Ooh~ This- This body shape..."

His belly keppt gurlging as it started expanding, dropping into a teardrop with the first engorgement.

"It's never been this... wide."

glorp

Again, Will fattened. This time, he could feel that he sported at least one fat-fold. He cupped his belly.

glorp

Will's sides became broader still as they became chubby.

glorp

His thighs rounded out as they too became plus-size .

glorp

"Mmaaa~"

His thighs again fattened, this time touching.

glorp

His butt bubbled out again, overflowing to Will's sides and augmenting his short, petite stature into a rounder, stouter form.

glorp

His lower legs and feet were also augmented. He could feel his padded soles spreading beneath his weight. He probably weighted more than his male counterpart.

A sudden nausea overcame Will as his mind was overwhelmed with the experiences of his new body.

"I- I- Ooh!"

New boyfriends appeared in Will's past. Touching her and cuddling as they watched anime.

"I-I lik- Gaaaa"

Will's face reddened as his cheeks blossomed into chubby, round things. Again they fattened until Will sported the cuteness of a newborn gerbil.

"Bo- movi- arrr- we bond ove- Mmmh~"

Will touched his retreating penis with his round hands. He found it in a flaccid, fallen state. It became smaller still in a quick splurt.

"Mmmhhaaa~"

Again, it shortened, fully becoming a clitoris, as labia emerged as fattened. Will's newly flat pubic mound gushed forward a moment later, Will pushed against the whole thing with his small, fat hand.

"Gooaaa~"

Again his past changed. She'd explained to herself multiple times, talking to her therapist (she had a therapist?) that she was finding herself.

Will laughed awkwardly.

"It didn't work, though, ahah" she thought. So many affairs, none of them lasting; all of them with awkward boys that talked about anime and movies. All scrawny virgins with social anxiety; she would often be the one talking, the one guiding the discussions. The boys would be nervous as they watched movies, lacking the courage to approach her; and she herself not quite brave enough to open herself up, also anxiously; talking in quick, unsure observations about her future; on her eating habits; on her therapist.

"Aah..."

A look of pure bliss overcame Will as her mind settled into this new, nerdy form. She was not quite Julia, but also not a popular girl by any stretch of the imagination. She knew what sex was, but it took a... weird mental scape to enjoy it. Fantasies of muscly Gods; powerful men of status, often in fantastical settings. This form was nothing like Julia... Julia craved touch; she craved companionship. This nerdy form; this short, padded body; she'd been touched many times. She was lacking something more. The bookish fantasies all pointed towards the need, the craving for a love that was more... forceful. She felt she craved attention from a 'real' man.

---

The man was taller and muscular.

"You dance?"

"Ah-"

Will squirmed softly in her overweight body. Her arms crossed in a defensive stance, squishing her large breasts. She felt her thin, womanly forearm hair with her padded hand.

"It's ok if you don't wanna."

Will's body became alive, burning from a fire that came from his stomach. She'd came here for a reason and had to see it through.

"Ok."

She touched the man's hand, looking at the soft, padded back of her own. Her smile broadened automatically, beyond conscious control. Electricity sparked through this fat version of himself, as the man closed in, raising her arm up high from his taller standing. She immediately gave herself to him, becoming passive as he moved her; smiling. She still couldn't fully accept what it felt like - dancing as the girl. Thinking was muted, touch was a surprise. Breathing and arousal was controlled by the man, as if he brought her beauty outside of her through controlled movements and waves.

"My name is Carl, by the way."

He's telling me his name? Will thought. Is he hitting on me? Me? The fat girl?

She locked eyes with the man. His gaze was sharp, his hair well-kept and soft; curly. His pecs were huge.

She looked around. Other girls were dancing; some slim and well-dressed. She was in her gym pants, and a plain t-shirt, with plain shoes and square, heavy glasses adorning her crimson, gerbil face. The familiar fantasy of him picking her over the other girls formed into her mind. Her body sparked alive. And all he needed to do was say his name?

The man tried a diagonal movement, and Will missed it, spinning in the opposite direction.

"Oh-" she turned back to face Carl. "Sorry, sorry- I thought y-"

"It's fine." He said, smiling.

Will was petrified.

"Ok."

Her voice was subdued and small.

"You'll become a good dancer soon."

The music became slow and thick. The couples around started closing in.

"Can- Can I"

Will awkwardly approached Carl, pushing her body against him.

Carl smiled, grabbing her from behind; holding both of her shoulder blades. The closed position, the full contact along all of their arms and along their bodies, made his commands much more detailed. Will became more passive still, her body being manipulated in smooth waves, becoming more and more relaxed and slack. If Carl had stopped, she would probably collapse to the ground.

An abrupt change in tempo had her grabbing Carl anxiously and hugging him, pushing herself harder against him.

"Eh. Easy." She relaxed immediately as Carl held her, her face red as fire.

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Will and Layla sat on the steps in front of the school gardens. Smoke from their cigarettes swirled in the air, forming white spirals above the cobbled pavement.

Layla laughed at Will's joke. "So." She turned to him. "Did you fuck Carl, or...?"

"No Layla, I have not fucked Carl."

Layla raised her eyebrows. "I can't believe you managed to fumble Carl 2. I can understand you as Julie, she's... well..."

"Desperate?" Will smirked. "A wreck?"

"Nah, poor baby." Layla closed in to hug Will. He shoved her away.

"Begone, witch, you are aware of the workings of your vile spells." Will stared at the smoke. "Being Julie is... something else... my whole world becomes small and..." he frowned "claustrophobic. She has 0 social experience. And, like... any emotion I try to convey becomes this huge, goofy outburst."

Layla smiled. "Ah, but that makes it so much better tho. You should see your face when you get a text. Fuck it, scratch that; you should see your face when a male-coded life-form looks in your general direction."

"Yeah, I guess I like to fantasize about it... but isn't that part of the problem? I- Sh- Julie should touch base somehow."

"Personal growth, hey? You think you can fix her?"

Will shrugged. "Beats me."

"Well, you can also be Grace now. That's gotta be at least medium difficulty."

"Wait, what's Grace's objective? Seduce a buff man? A fucking... rich count from a romantic era novel?"

"Ah." Layla grinned. "Isn't that everyone's?"

The two stood in a contemplative silence.

"You know what I should do?" Layla's eyes seemed ominously brighter. "I know this dude, she's a... well..."

"A freak?"

"Well that of course." Layla smouldered. "She talks to me, so... She's also very smart, tho. She writes books and shit."

"And?"

"Well, she just published a best seller. She told me yesterday she's going around looking for actors. I think you could help her, actually."

Will looked exasperated. "Which 'I' are we talking here?"

Layla smiled. "Well, I don't know about that yet. Let's just say the book is about... well..." Her smile deepened.

"A romance."

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Hey all.

As always, hope you enjoyed this. Short and sweet.

This was actually the side project I was talking about in the updates. That means there's a longer thing in the works; expect that to be over this Monday or Tuesday.

Apart from that, comment with any suggestions, ideas, preferences, etc... I'll keep in mind any of those, should they come up.

Rock on,

WineGodTG.