“The final stage, the part I have been thinking about since the start of this whole thing,” Skylar started, dragging out exactly what everyone was waiting for, “it feels like I’ve been waiting three whole months for this, setting it up and not getting anywhere with it,”
That was oddly specific for Skylar,
“But that’s not important,” she says, “let’s skip all of the waiting and get on with what I have planned for you.
I wish, that anytime you judge someone based on their appearance, in any kind of selfish way, you will gain lots of weight. You will gain and gain up until the point where you think about what you judged and admit to yourself, truly, that’s everyone is beautiful in their own way. Not just in the way that you see it. You will slowly burn off this extra fat over the next two to three hours, depending on how much you gained... and their really isn’t anything you can do about it.
I wish that when you are angry at me, Mia, or anyone for that matter, in a way that is unfair and once again, selfish. Your belly, and only your belly, will bloat bigger and bigger. It will make you look fat, pregnant, and just plain weird when it happens. It will grow bigger and bigger until you apologise, then it will take around an hour or two to deflate. If you are angry at us, and the person is justified... you can lose 30 pounds, sure.
Next, I wish that whenever you make fun of someone, your butt will get fatter. It won’t get bigger in an attractive way, but grow fatter. If you make fun of them in your head, it will grow, but slower. If you make fun of someone out loud, your butt will suddenly gain a significant amount of weight. Your butt and your legs are affected by this, your thighs can get huge, and your butt will always be flabby when this happens. Like the other two, once you apologise for these comments, or admit to yourself that you are being rude and mean, then within the next couple hours will it deflate.
This is the one I’ve been waiting for. Every time you have a homophobic, racist, or think negatively about any kind of minority, your breasts will grow. They will grow and grow, getting saggier and fatter as you stay adamant about those thoughts. Your nipples will grow wider and puffier, but you will feel little to no sexual pleasure from them. They will always just be big and fat and in the way. They will never look hot in the way you want, they will always be ugly to you. Once you come to terms with the fact that you are being homophobic or racist or whatever, your breasts will become fuller again, and go back to their current size,
Now, lastly. Just for added fun, I wish that every week, at some point, your breasts will start to bloat. They will fill with milk, like before. After an hour, they will reach the size of your head, maybe a little bigger depending on how you acted that day. Your nipples will also elongate at this point, creating teat-like nipples. The milk will have to emptied from your breasts within the next hour. If this does not happen, they will start growing again, getting bigger and bigger. Your body will start to grow too, you will get fatter and fatter, your whole body will bloat. Then, your body will start to look more like a cow. You skin will develop black spots, like a cow’s hide. Your ears will turn like a cow’s, your nose and mouth, and also a tail will grow that sticks out of whatever you’re wearing, regardless of what it is. You will grow two more pairs of breasts underneath, which will grow with your main pair. Your breasts will continue to grow unless they are milked. The once they get to a certain level, the milk will be a lot more powerful and spray all over the place. Luckily... the milk sprayed will clean itself up and not affect the room, but any milk that is digested... will simply make you fatter... depending on the quantity, you will always have to digest at least half the volume of one breast. This will most likely immobilise you, making you too fat to stand. But the effect will only last for about four hours. And by that point, your breasts should have been milked to completion.”
Skylar took a deep breath. From what you could tell, she was finished. Skylar’s mother had her eyes wide open. Her whole life seemed to be flashing before her eyes.
You placed your hands together, and then apart. You continued to do this, and started clapping for her. You were the only one who was clapping. It felt awkward, but you continued. Skylar shot you a look of comfort, like she knew that you appreciated how thought out all of that was.
“So,” Skylar said, taking another breath, “I wish you can talk and move freely again,”
Skylar’s mother, broken from her frozen position, immediately fell face first to the ground. Her new weight threw her off, unable to balance or catch herself. She quickly lifted herself up... and quickly, that means slowly, and by lifted, that means struggled. She was eventually standing with two feet on the ground.
“Skylar Preston,” her mother started. You could see the anger rising in her fat face, “how absolutely dare you! I am your own mother and I deserve NONE OF TH-” she stopped, placing her hand on her stomach. Feeling it quickly start to rise like dough in an oven. She watched between her large breasts as her belly just began to bloat bigger and bigger, fatter and fatter. It was going to tear her tank top in half if she wasn’t careful.
“So, Mom. Anything you’d like to add?” Skylar said to her mother,
“I- I-” her mother stood there, hand on her stomach, feeling it rise. Soon, she was going to lose grip of it. But slowly, it began to come to a halt. Her belly finally stopped and was just a few inches wider than her breasts went, “S-Skylar... I know I can be terrible... but this is just unf-” she felt her stomach start to bloat again, “...it’s fair,” her mother said in defeat, “I... I don’t want this... I don’t want this at all. But I will try my best to be a better person... after all... it is magic judging me, not you,” her mother said. It was almost, wise. She was angry, clearly, but it seemed like regret had taken the wheel.
“So finally, that’s over with.” Skylar said, turning away from her mother, and back to you,
“W-wait we’re done?” You ask, confused. Not even seeing her butt, breasts, or whole body expand,
“Don’t worry,” Skylar chuckled, “she’s being taught a lesson. How’s about we do our own thing in our room?”
“Y’know...” you think on it, “that’s not a bad idea, Sky,”
(Dear Reader,
For three months now, I have been trying my best to get these three chapters out. And finally, after all this time, it is complete.
I am happy that this story has come to somewhat of a close. However, it is far from finished. There is so much more to do, so many more transformations to happen, body parts to grow, characters to introduce and inevitably change in miraculous ways.
So thank you for reading, whether you joined in for just this chapter, or stayed throughout the whole experience, thank you for reading the story of Yu and Skylar in the start of their relationship.
What comes next?
Let’s find out.
- Rose