The town felt too loud. Too open. Every step they took down the main street echoed like a shout in Jennifer’s mind.
She could feel eyes. Everywhere.
The Lycra shorts clung to her like a second skin, digging slightly into the soft swell of her belly and hips, every bounce of her breasts exaggerated by the too-small crop top that clung to them like it had given up. Her thighs rubbed with every step, and her rear jiggled so noticeably she could feel it.
Beside her, Maya waddled along in silence, her cheeks red beneath a dusting of freckles. The pink tutu rustled faintly around her legs, and the crinkle of her diaper was unmistakable in the morning air. She kept her head down, arms crossed, trying not to cry again.
They walked past cafés, storefronts, and curious stares. Some whispered. A few chuckled.
And then—they saw her.
Kira.
Standing in the shade outside the same crumbling old bookstore, sipping an iced drink and looking as flawless as ever. Her black dress flowed like shadow, untouched by the breeze, and her expression was unreadable as they approached.
Jennifer swallowed her pride. Maya did too.
They stopped just a few feet away. The crowd drifted past, but time felt like it froze around them.
Jennifer was the first to speak. Her voice was low, but steady.
“We’re sorry.”
Kira tilted her head slightly, lips curling at the edge.
Maya looked up, eyes shining. “Pleathe… jutht make uth normal again. Pleathe.”
The witch let the silence linger. Let the discomfort stretch until it frayed.
Then she laughed—softly. Coldly.
“Normal?” she echoed. “You think that’s how this ends?”
Jennifer’s breath caught. “We… we’ve learned our lesson.”
“I’m sure you have,” Kira said, taking a slow sip of her drink. “But this was never about teaching. It was about becoming. And now you’re almost finished.”
Maya stepped back, panic creeping into her voice. “Wait, what do you mean ‘finithhed?’”
Kira’s eyes gleamed. “The spell was never just about humiliation or punishment. It was about transformation. Evolution. You asked me to stop it. But I’ve decided instead…”
She raised one hand, fingers elegantly poised.
“…to complete it.”
Jennifer barely had time to gasp before the magic hit.
It rushed through her like a wave—warm, dizzying, full of pressure. Her limbs went weak as her body began to change again. Her belly tightened and dropped, weight shifting in strange new ways. Her breasts sagged further, emptying completely before tightening again, reshaping into something unfamiliar. Her thighs thickened, her hips cracked with a dull ache, and her shorts—already stretched to the edge—split slightly along one seam.
Maya yelped as she stumbled backward, her body shuddering. Her limbs shrank slightly, hair thickening and curling at the edges, freckles multiplying across her cheeks. Her outfit glittered brighter, as if mocking her, and the soft bulk between her legs grew a little heavier, a little more permanent.
Kira’s voice echoed in the silence that followed.
“No more pretending you’re who you were. You wanted this undone. But now? You’ll learn to live in it.”
Then she turned, drink in hand, and walked away without another word.
Jennifer dropped to one knee, panting, one hand on the ground to steady herself. Maya clutched the side of a bench, trembling, her face pale.
Neither of them spoke.
Because they both knew—
This wasn’t over.
This was just the final act.