Derek took a good moment to take in the new Sonya. She was clearly heavier than before, but not nearly obese. Her waist and hips were larger, probably just enough that her pants must not fit her anymore, because she was wearing pajama bottoms with an elastic waist. Her entire body had gained a bit of bulk. What was the most unbelievable, however, was her other changes. Her face was slightly different. Her ears looked larger and somehow a little pointed at the top, and her nostrils were flaring out in an unusual way. From the tight shirt she was wearing, Derek could see the impression of not two, but four breasts, stacked two on two. All of them were a cup size bigger than the ones she used to have, easily C-cups now. From the impressions their nipples made in the fabric, Derek knew she wasn't wearing a bra. She probably didn't have one that fit, much like how she was wearing a shirt that--until yesterday--fit perfectly. At its bottom hem was a half-exposed paunch that would have looked bizarre on her before, but on this new body it looked almost normal.
Sonya stood in silence the entire time, simply giving Derek an uneasy frown. Derek himself wasn't sure what to make of this surreal development. Because of his familiarity with fantasized transformation, part of him thought this was simply a dream and that he was still lying back in his bed. Another part wanted to do cartwheels at the revelation that this kind of transformation was possible, but the biggest part of him felt incredibly sorry for Sonya.
He figured the most normal reaction was what he should convey first. "Sonya, I'm so sorry." He walked closer to her, but she started backing away into the other room again. "We can fix it. It must have been that shop. We can go back there and--"
"They told us never to go back!" Sonya said, her voice shaking. "Did you see what statue I broke? It was a pig! Or a half-pig goddess or something! Now I'm turning into it because I broke it!"
"Calm down," Derek said as softly as he could. Sonya had stopped backing up and he reached out to grasp her arms. They felt even softer than ever, with their added layer of fat. "It's going to be okay." He pressed his body to hers with all the energy of a boyfriend who genuinely cared for his lover. He barely even registered the feel of two extra breasts butting against his chest, but he did notice something else. "You're shorter."
They broke apart and Sonya gasped. He was right. She had been taller than him before, but now they were almost eye-level. She had shrunk about two inches. "Well," Sonya said after wiping a tear from her face, "At least I won't get picked on for my height." She managed a short laugh at the thought.
"Let's go back to the store. That woman probably just overreacted. If they've got other magical things there might be a way to reverse it."
"Or," Sonya added, "There could be ways to change me into something else. Maybe something a little more flattering."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Tell me you weren't thinking the same thing," Sonya challenged. "We're both into this kind of stuff. Transformations. This is our chance! I'm living proof that it's possible!"
Derek was surprised at such a jolly turn-around from Sonya's previously scared and nervous attitude. "What brought this on all of a sudden? Aren't you worried you'll be stuck like this?"
"Yeah, but honestly, I was more worried that you'd think I looked like a monster."
"Sonya, every time I look at you I think you're the most gorgeous girl in the world. Something like this can't change that."
Sonya looked relieved, and much happier now that she knew his true feelings. She hugged him again, even tighter this time.
"In fact," Derek mused as he embraced her thicker, softer body, "Your hugs are better than ever."