“Why is it so hard to find peanut butter??” You mutter to yourself, frustrated as you walk through the grocery store aisles.
Usually you would just ask someone working there, but you can’t seem to find anyone. Lately a lot of stores have been lacking employees, and it’s been starting to get on your nerves. You walk by the condiments, but don’t see what you’re looking for. You turn the corner and see the plasticware aisle, and get ready to pass it before noticing an employee!
She’s bent over, a short curvy girl with a small waist. You can’t help but stare at her wide hips and hourglass figure as you approach her, an uneasy arousal building as her flowery perfume enters your nostrils.
“Excuse me?” You walk up to the girl, “Can you show me the-”
“Just a minute, sir. One minute. One minute. Just a minute!” The girl replies loudly with a finger out, turning around before getting back to putting packages of plates on the shelf as you blush.
“Sorry, I-”
“You really have no manners, do you??” She huffs in frustration, “Some of us have to work for a living, and my boss said he’ll fire me if I don’t get these plates up before my shift ends!
Now I’m wasting time talking to you, and I’ll get fired at the end of my shift! How am I supposed to pay rent, or feed myself??”
You were not ready for the girl to explode like that, you just wanted to find peanut butter for your dog. She made you forget all about that though, her crazy outburst and vibrant look capturing your attention.
“Can’t you just create food, and empty lots are cheap. You can just put a house up!” You chuckle, not really joking but feeling uncomfortable as the woman’s eyes begin to tear up.
“So you’re one of those Ultimate Magic idiots? You can’t even understand the plight of normal people, like me with my lesser powers!
Why do you think people work?? Not all of us can just- We can’t create food, or just ‘put a house up!’
You’re a fool” The angry girl yells, stomping her foot on the ground and sticking her middle finger up at you.
“I just want peanut butter!” You call after her, unsure of what just happened as she runs to the front of the store.
“Sorry about her.” An older voice behind you says calmly, “She’s really manipulative, I wouldn't dwell too much on how she makes you feel…
You said you’re looking for peanut butter?
It’s in aisle seven.”
“I already checked there.” You tell the old woman behind you, “Honestly I don’t know why I didn’t just make the peanut butter at my house…”
“Just go.” The lady replies, “It’s there now.”
You don’t really think much about it, and head directly to aisle seven. Your feet stop in the middle of the aisle, and right in front of your face is the peanut butter you were looking for!
You excitedly take it and go to the register, freezing when you see the girl that you made cry standing by the only open one. You swallow your anxiety and continue forward, noticing the older woman coming forward out of the corner of your eye. Hopefully she eases any tension that may arise, you’ll need all the help you could get.
“Oh hey…” The girl says through plump curled lips, stroking her hair nervously as you place your peanut butter on the register counter.
“Sorry about bef- Whoa, nice bag!
Weren’t you worried about your rent five minutes ago?” You remark snidely, trying not to sound as much of a jackass as you just did.
“Are you serious?” You hear your elder ally mutter behind you, smacking her forehead as the register girl fumes.
“You’re fucking talking about my purse? Let’s see what YOU do!! What type of purse do you have??” She yells, intensely pointing as she berates you.
“He doesn’t have a purse.” The older woman says, seemingly in an attempt to calm the angry girl down.
“You mean she??” The purse holding girl exclaims, “You don’t feel like a man, do you??
You’re a whiny little bitch!!
And your powers won’t work anymore, chica. Powers are for men, you’re just a horny little slut who works with us!”
You blink several times, swearing it’s just a coincidence that you become dizzy as she screams at you. You’re not a girl, right? You remember always being a man, but that’s not how you feel right now…
“She’s right.” You hear the calm voice of your elder slice through your confusion, “Your powers don’t work anymore, you’re just a vulnerable woman like us. And if you’re a slut, that means you either have a big booty or boobies!”
“What the fuck?” You ask aloud in a raspy voice, “I’m going to my car, I need a drink. Thank you for helping me out!”
“Give her both.” You hear the younger girl say as you push a cart into the rack.
Wait, you never took a cart! Where did that come from??
“Yeah, she has big boobies and a bubble butt to match.” You hear the older woman say, and suddenly you’re bending forward.
You feel pressure in your chest as it starts to strain your back, and your pelvis stretches as your thighs twist in toward each other. You can feel a wobbling mass now starting to hang off your rear end- No! It’s attached to you!!
You want to reach down to explore the hefty new weight stuffed into your jeans, but your hands stay on the cart as you wheel it to the rack. You feel your shirt lift up your belly, pulled by blossoming breasts that jiggle softly and defy gravity as your waist is cinched in. Your stomach tones as your nipples tingle, your smooth shirt becoming rough as your undershirt shrivels into a push up bra.
“Need help with that?” You hear a male customer ask, making you giggle as you put the cart in the rack.
“That’s sweet, but no.” You reply, trying to sound a lot less flirtatious than you do.
You then wiggle your butt involuntarily, eliciting laughter from the two women at the register. You can’t wait to get back to your car, and away from this weird creep. You just need to bring the peanut butter to-
Shit! Where’s the peanut butter??
You jog back to the register, ignoring your body’s bouncing and jiggling appendages. You sneeze before you reach the girls, a powerful blast that makes you stop running and close your eyes. When you open them you’re standing behind a register, holding a divider and some tape.
You’re calmly leaning against the scanner, almost forgetting where you are as the angry employee from earlier approaches you with a smile.
“So when did you start working here?” She asks teasingly, startling you as you put the tape under the counter.
“Working here? I don’t-”
“Yeah, lately you’ve been acting like you don’t work here, but deep down you know you should be putting more effort into the job!” The girl interrupts you, injecting new ideas in your head as your feelings bend to her will.
“What are you- Oooooo… My head hurts, it’s hard to remember my old life, and who I-”
“Your old life of being lazy? Doesn’t that feel like a dream now? You should feel like a slutty little bimbo who can barely hold a minimum wage job!”
“Stop! I don’t work here!!” You exclaim, unable to stop smiling as you turn around in desperation.
“If you don’t work here, where do you work?” The old woman suddenly asks, making you blink in confusion as you try to not answer.
“Like, anywhere but here!” Your body responds on its own, erupting like a bimbo against your strongest desires to remain silent.
You then begin reciting a curse, one that would turn both these women into little bugs. It's difficult to say the intricate words through your bimbo filter though, and when you finish there’s no magic. The girls laugh as you try the curse again, plump lips smacking together as the words slowly become nonsense in your head.
“You clearly don’t think much of us…” The old woman smiles, “Though we only have one power each, we’ve figured out how to join forces to really take advantage. I have the ability to speak anything into existence, but only if it’s truly desired by the affected; that’s how I ‘found’ your peanut butter.
Gabrielle can change people’s emotions temporarily, and if she gets really worked up can mess with your identity. Together we take care of annoying misogynist customers like yourself, and turn them into functioning members of society; all she has to do is make you want to be a woman, and I do the rest!”
You don’t want to believe her, but your experience tells you she’s not lying. Gabrielle just smiles widely at you, basking in her control over you as you try to recite another extreme curse.
“Don’t bother, Mija…” Gabrielle laughs, “You’ll never be able to perform magic again! You don’t remember? We switched that out for these!”
You cry out in orgasmic surprise as Gabrielle grabs your plush breasts, making you lean back as your new womanhood sparks with arousal.
“And you want them to be double- no! Triple in size!! You want hips and thighs so wide and large, nothing will ever fit normally again! And if you could keep this tiny little bitty waist, you’ll be the happiest girl in the world- Then you won’t have to work here anymore, you can be a model online!” Gabrielle whispers excitedly into your ear, winking to the old woman as you slowly nod in agreement against your will.
“That’s what you want?” She asks, “Looking pitiful as she stares deep into your eyes.
You want to- to… You want big titties. Your ass could be so much fatter, with big hips, and-
“Oh hurry! My pussy’s like, totally gushing and cumming, and like, I need it to be tighter with my big boobies and giant booty, and-”
You just hear laughter, then swelling. Soon your vision fades, coursing euphoria overwhelming your thoughts and knocking you out. You wake up in a small bedroom, sinking deep into a soft mattress. There's a laptop with a live web stream at the end of the bed, and your body is attracted to it like a magnet.
You roll from your back to your side, lifting significantly higher than expected as your wide hip pushes against the mattress. Your chest jiggles as your rear end wobbles, but you just giggle ditzily as you roll over over a little more to get on your knees.
Your big ass sticks into the air as you arch your back, juicy thighs pressed together as you stand yourself up. Your nipples sing in the drafty air, begging for your touch as your heavy breasts hang sensuously.
You grab your ass without another thought, moaning loudly as your thighs and hips bounce.
But what about your face??
You breathe a sigh of relief as you bend over, twerking your bubble butt as you smile at the camera. You try to ignore the ill fitting stockings, but they practically cut off circulation as you dance for your fans.
Over time you start to forget your old life, giving in to your new life of constant modeling. Food is always in the fridge, and you never have to work. You never see any of the money, but you can’t really bring yourself to care.
After a while you can’t imagine having any other body, too proud of your curves to even think about previously being a man.
Gabrielle visits a couple of times, admitting that she was gonna bimbofy you further but saw no need once she arrived! That was before you begged her to make you more slutty, and now she has a proposition for you:
Let fifty guys sleep with you over the next month, and she’ll do whatever changes you’d like!
You salivate at the prospect of being even more of a plump bimbo, but you’re still attracted to girls. Thinking about having sex with a man just… You can’t agree to that!
But she could make you so much sluttierrrrr…
“I’ll do it!”