Nerd Girl Potion (M2F/WG/Nerdification/MindChange)

Will is willing to give up status, masculinity and, really, any respect of some kind, to infiltrate his crush's friend group. His dealer, though, is known for his weak sense of morality. Will our be able to use his master plan to his advantage?

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Chapter 1 - Devil's Drink

Will tried his best to hide the immense doubt swelling up within him. His every instinct was screaming. Some kind of trick had to be involved. Chris was involved, for God's sake. Some sort of curse... that would change his life forever in a horrible and weird way.

He finally decided to probe.

"So," he turned to Chris, looking him directly in the eyes, "you said this potion is going to... adapt - yeah, I think that's the word you used - adapt my body until I can fit in with Clara's friend group." he crossed his arms. "I'm fine with that. But. Does that mean that I will acquire any, like... new character traits? 'Cause, and you might find me weird for thinking this, I'm actually fine with my body changing etc... I'm even fine with loosing my gains and shit, since I am aware of the average alimentary habits of the people she likes to frequent." He smiled. "And by aware I mean aware of the shit they eat; along with the amount. Which is funny, really, since she's herself has the constitution of a soccer ball taped on top of two sticks. Anyways-"

"Well," Chris interrupted. He was much taller than Will, being in general a very tall man. He was also a huge dweeb. He was wearing some modified, cringified version of a Nu Metal band logo on a sleeveless T-shirt and cargo pants. His hair was straight, luscious and long; untied so that it adored his long, beardless face. A heavy pair of black square glasses stood on his long nose. They made him look as if he worked an office job and was now approaching some kind of senior position. That is, if you ignored virtually everything else about his appearance.

"I actually cannot... tell you that. I feel like it's more fun when people discover the more..." Chris waved his hands theatrically, "...interesting effects."

"Of course you would give an answer like that."

Chris smiled. "Yeah. Because it is, indeed, a very funny answer." He shifted his posture on the plastic pizzeria chair. It looked comically small in comparison to his tall figure. "To see you scared of becoming a fat chick."

"I am not scared." Will tried to look non-chalant, but his fear was obvious. If a small feline were present in the room at the time, it would have screeched and ran away, overwhelmed by terror-sweat-particles. "I am cautious. And since the whole thing is temporary, I logically have no reason to be scared."

"Fear is not a logical thing." Chris rebutted. He often only talked in TikTok quotes, but somehow retained an uncanny capacity to temporary transform into a philosopher when he was involved in something that he found funny.

"That's why I don't have it."

"Sure." Chris' expression seemed to reach a smugness-threshold-saturation, folding on itself. "Hiding emotion is never a good idea, Will, especially when you're talking to me."

Will tried to respond, but Chris apparently wasn't going for a conversation. "So, to recap," he started, "you buy this potion from me for 100 dollars. It took me all of yesterday evening to prepare it, so the price is more than fare. Friend-price. Only because I know you. You should be grateful." He swayed his head, throwing long strands of black hair to the side. "The potion contains distilled social essence from Clara's new friend group." Chris' eyes bulged with expectation. "Antisocial posers. Concert goers; but only if underground trashy groups are involved. Niche fiction readers, German board game players and, overall, just huge, fat nerds."

Chris somehow managed to appear as if he had just succeeded in holding back a maniacal laugh. "Every regard you have for your cute institutional merits, your grade, your body-image, gym, musical technique, sounding good in general, logical argumentation." The laugh finally did get out in the most cartoonish way possible. "Throw all'at that out the window, lmao."

"You're really having fun"

"Of course I am! You take yourself way too seriously, man. And I get to turn you into an insecure fat disgrace for money. And all's within a day's work!"

"I thought the job was supposed to be hard? Not worth the money?"

"Yeah, sure. Keep up with the logical recall, man. Now that you can still achieve them, that is." He squinted. "You're probably gonna keep that sassiness, though. Good. It will be a funny response to my incessant teasing once you plump up."

"Why do I have to be girl though? Couldn't you have made me into a fat redditor type?"

"Oh," he smiled, "that's just because I thought it would be funnier."

"Of course."

"Well, the potion's done now!" Chris almost knocked his chair over. Scooting back, he aggressively grabbed his tiny, neon-green backpack, to produce a neon-yellow swirling crystal vial. "Now on with the payment. Else I can turn this shit into a curse. You don't want that."

Will grabbed his left elbow with his right arm and cracked it, then stretched his neck by one side and violently snatched the vial from Chris' hand. He popped the diamond cap from the tip and quickly downed the contents into his mouth with one swift motion.

Chris smiled, surprised. "Eager. What a gay."

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"Shu..." Will's adam's apple suddenly retreated into his neck, "uuuuu- ut?" He placed a hand on his throat, as if somehow trying to get a hold on the high peached vocal break he'd just performed.

Chris' face became overcharged with excitement. "And that's the most gay response you could have given."

"Gaa..." confusion clouded Will's face.

snap

With two consecutive snaps, Will lost 5 inches in height as his shoulders narrowed considerably. Chris' usual towering figure became almost all-encompassing.

"This is gonna be nice." Chris declared.

Loud growling and squishing sounds started emanating from Will's gut. He placed a hand on it.

"Aeeegh..."

glorp

Will's midsection expanded, becoming soft under his touch. His hips seemingly responded, snapping into a larger aperture to accommodate his growing belly.

glorp

Will's stomach slowed as it enlarged, fat accumulating around it. Folds developed as the whole structure bulged into the virgin space above his crotch, granting Will a womanly curvature. His butt followed suit, swelling with fat, straining Will's jeans into a tight fit.

"This is all... so fast... holy shit..."

"Yeah. I was never a fan of slow burns. I guess it shows in my handiwork."

"I guess I'm also starting to feel different..."

Chris pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes "You gay yet? Do I look good?"

"Shut your fucking m- Gaaaaaa!!!"

GLORP

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glorp

Will's left thigh exploded to almost twice its size. Unseen, the beginning signs of cellulite sprouted on the deepening fat folds at the conjunction with the corresponding butt cheek.

"This is the most shit feeling... holy fuck..."

"Yeah." Chris produced a small smile. "I don't know how else you thought rearranging flesh would feel like."

"You annoying fu- Eeeaagh..."

glorp

"Eeeaaagh..."

Will's feet crackled as they became smaller. Rapid gushes then filled them from the inside with meat, flattening and fattening them into cute and round versions of themselves.

Will burped loudly. He spread his fat legs to shift into a more comfortable stance. Doing so brought his attention to the way his feet now folded on their tips, just so that he might keep contact with the ground. His fliflops had long been cast to the side by the explosive changes.

Will looked down at himself. The way his dainty toes folded, the sight of his huge thigh squished dramatically, splattered by the abundant weight of his upper body. The whole thing was surreal. It sent Will into the sober equivalent of a psychedelic trance.

He turned his right hand, palm up, and stared at it as it transformed. His fingers popped and snapped as they shortened considerably. The whole hand then seemingly spread itself out, filling and stretching, its features becoming more rounded and circular. Finger sections, palms and back became stuffed, bulging out of their frames, as if in the process of overflowing them. Will turned his fat hand around in disbelief, folding the exaggerated fold it now created with his meaty arm. He followed the arm with his gaze, up to his bicep, which now ironically seemed bigger than before. He moved it around to see it jiggle generously. Going up still, he looked at his round shoulder, his double chin folding, and then down to his chest. To his surprise, rounded mounds of fat now stood where his once chiseled pecs were. He definitely didn't have girl-boobs yet, though.

"For now."

Will's eyes widened in astonishment. "You can read my mind??"

"Sorry man..." Chris tried to simulate guilt, but he obviously wasn't used to it. "I couldn't resist. I can give you a discount!"

"You fiend... you... eeaagh..."

It was then that spell started bombarding Will's mammary glands with estrogen.

"eeaaagg.... you... you..."

glorp

An image of a huge man flashed into Will's mind. It wrapped around her small figure and she gave herself to him. Bliss overwrote conscious processes. The body surrounding her was warm, and hairy. The skin was glowing; she could feel the muscles underneath.

It turned her on.

"you..."

The eyeless man smiled broadly. A smile full of teeth, predatory. Will's eyes widened.

"Pervert!"

Will tried to pry away.

"Pervert!!!"

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Chapter 2 - Erogenous Zones

"Yeah I know, I'm freaky like that."

Chris stuck out his tongue. He then suddenly turned serious, as if some better part of himself temporarily got the better.

"I'm not a criminal though, you're safe with me."

"Ah!"

A glimpse of comfort fought through the utter confusion painted on Will's face, to then quickly return to nausea.

"Eagh..."

glorp

"Man this thing isn't giving you a single break uh?"

Will raged. "You made it! You could have it do that!" He wheezed. "Eaaghhhh!"

glorp

Will squeezed one of his rapidly growing boobs, feeling the now generous amount of cheratinized skin on his nipple. They were already hardened from stimulation. He reveled in the new feeling, not noticing his tongue sticking out.

Will recounted all the cute clothes he now apparently owned, and how they perfectly showcased his new boobs. All the infinite times he'd gone out dancing, bringing sights exactly where he needed them. All the tall, young men, looking down at her decorated cloth apertures.

glorp

"Ooh! Oh!"

Will stopped squeezing his large breasts, and quickly brought his right hand down to grab his dick. He tried not to think of how soft it felt, and of how much skin he could feel around it. Butt and thigh skin, rubbing against his hand as he started stroking.

"Mmmmh~"

Cum slowly dripped out from the tip, as the whole dick shrunk in consecutive bursts of change. Its skin softened again, and whitened, loosing firmness to match the rest of Will's squishy body.

"Oh... Oh..."

Will's eyes crossed. He gaped and moaned.

"Ooooh, mmmmm~ Ah!"

As he came, he produced a short, high pitched noise. His dick seemingly expelled what else remained of his male anatomy, as it turned into a clit, engulfed by emerging labia. An uterus sprouted within him, his testicles receding into ovaries. Will brought his round hand to touch the inside of his new pussy.

"It's so warm."

"Yeah, I know."

Will attempted a disdained rebuttal, but exhaustion turned it into subdued disappointment. "You really have no sense of..." he thought for a moment, "honor?" He slowly turned to him. "Do you know honor?"

"Yeeeah, no." Chris shrugged. "That's me."

"All right."

Will stood on his feet. His whole body shook generously as he did. He almost lost his balance.

"Bruh..."

He burped. Placed a hand on his fat stomach. It was growling.

"Shit man" He burped again. "I'm hungry."

"Will, darling." Chris smirked. "You should really pay attention to your figure more." He pointed in the air. "It's important for your well-being."

"Shut up." Will absentmindedly scratched his left butt cheek. "And go get the car keys. You drive of course."

"God you're demanding." Chris widened his yes. "And you don't follow my advice."

"I don't give a shit, it's that simple. Let's. Get." Will matched Chris' condescension. "Eating."

"God you're no fun..."

"I don't want to be."

"Fair."

Chris couldn't help noticing the added defensiveness of Will's new character. He was expecting something like this, of course, but he didn't predict such a high intensity. He thought to himself. "This is gonna be fun." Imagining all of the fun interactions his friend was gonna have with the group. He always found Will so intense, so try-hard. Just being around him in general was often energy draining. But it already felt way more comfortable. "It's nice to have a new friend." He though automatically. "I might- Oh..." He faltered. "Am I that evil?" He smiling unconsciously. "I mean... Tyler does need a new girlfriend... maybe..."

"You hallucinating?" Will said, snapping Chris out of his reverie.

"Oh," Chris responded, "Yeah, yeah. Let's go get that trash food you crave."

"Yeah, good boy."

TO BE CONTINUED.

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