A ringing bell alerted the girls to a new customer entering. The new patron was a girl in her early twenties with green eyes and chin-length mousy brown hair. She was also incredibly skinny, like a toothpick almost. Sierra and Krystal swore that the only other person in the universe that thin was Meadow. The two girls decide to stick around for bit and see what the newcomer would buy.
The scrawny girl raised her hand to Circe in a shy wave. "H-hi... Circe, is it? I-I'm Samantha McDaniel, by everybody calls me Sammie. S-so... is this shop really... m-magic?"
Circe nodded. "Indeed it is, Sammie. I am Circe of Ææa."
Sammie raised a hand to her mouth, gasping. "You mean.. as in..."
"... the one from The Odyssey," Circe finished. "Don't worry, almost everybody asked. Well, except for that one bimbo who wanted to buy some intelligence from me. I honestly doubt she knew how to read before I finished with her. Brittneigh, I think her name was? Nevermind. Anyway, what do you want?"
Sammie blushed. "That's... kind of embarrassing, actually. Please don't tell me this is weird! Well, here goes. I... I... I wanna be fat! There, I said it. I know most girls would kill for a thin bod like mine, but I hate it. There's just so freaking little of me! Sitting down hurts after a while without a little cushioning, and my ex-girlfriend didn't have much to play with during sex. (That's not why we broke up, by the way. She moved across the country to New York, and we just sorta drifted apart.) But the main thing is how fat girls look. I'd kill to have a nice, soft chubby belly and a jiggly jelly ass. And actual boobs! I hate having a twelve-year-old's chest!"
"Cool," said Sierra. She'd actually been a really chubby kid in middle school, and her mother hated it. She put Sierra on all kinds of extreme diets until the poor girl reached Mrs. Belville's standards of thinness. Sierra had mourned the loss of her cushioning nearly as much as the hair her mother was making her shear from her body, but she'd never had the time to resume her old eating habits on account of college. On the rare occasions she had time for a bite to eat, it had to be good, nutritional fuel for studying. Maybe she could buy whatever Sammie bought to help her pudge along.
"Oh, hi!" Sammie chirped, turning to Sierra. Her green eyes suddenly grew big. "Holy heck! You have a mane! Just like a lion! That's gotta be the prettiest thing I've ever seen! Can I... stroke it?"
"Sure," said Sierra. "I love seeing my mane get positive attention. Name's Sierra Belville. Congratulations on deciding to gain! I've been thinking about regaining some lost weight, but I never seen to have the time."
As Sammie stroked Sierra's luxuriant mane, Krystal introduced herself. "Hi there. I'm Krystal Brock, but Krys works just fine. I'm the lead singer in an anarcho-lesbian punk rock band called Wolfpack. We have this werewolf them going. I think this unibrow I got from Circe will totally fucking slay my audience, how 'bout you?"
Sammie turned to look at Krys. "Oh, totes. And how about that cheek fur you're sporting! Doesn't get much more 'werewolf' than that. You know, as long as I'm reclaiming my body from moronic beauty standards, I should totally get hairy like you two!"
"Well, we'd be pretty damn happy to have you join in on our adventures, Sammie," said Krystal. The punk suddenly recalled that Meadow had always wanted to gain some weight. Not to get full-on obese like Sammie, mind you; just to get pleasingly fleshy and Rubenesque. Of course the hippie was about as good at packing on pounds as growing leg hair. It looked like that was about to change.
Circe cleared her throat. "So, before I help you, Sammie, I have to be sure that you really need magic to solve your problem. Have you actually tried to gain weight in the conventional manner? Gorging yourself on fatty foods, not exercising, that sort of thing?"
Sammie let out a loud sigh. "For almost two freaking years! I've gone on fast food binges. I got a friend to do everything for me for three months so I wouldn't have to leave my couch. I even took medication, for crying out loud! I just have a crazy high metabolism. My skinny body chews up calories, spits them out, and laughs. Nothing short of magic can put a scrap of meat on THESE bones, Circe."
Circe nodded. "Very well. I think I might have something to help you with your plight, Sammie." She then looked at Sierra and Krys. "And with yours as well. Follow me."