The Bet (PREVIEW) (TG/WG into Tomboy GF)

"Ah-"

"Yeah, that's - gulp - that's what I meant with that."

"You meant wa- ah~"

Will's mind burned as it morphed. He placed his chubby hand on his forehead as if to control the buzzing sensation. He noticed the skin on it had darkened a bit, making the contrast with his white palms much more defined. He grunted, gritting his teeth; he was surprised by the low, feminine tone; it was definitely softer than his male groan, more melodic even, but somehow it sounded more, menacing... at least in his current position, as he wasn't fully female yet. The neurons in his head kept rearranging in weird ways, scrambling his male fantasies into something else: something bolder, perhaps, but also... confusing... contradictory.... The certain part was that he now wanted Jack to fuck him, and he wanted it so badly; with a passion that burned on his broadening nipples. But he definitely didn't also not want to be... involved in the process. Jack was gonna fuck him because of her- of his- well...

"Ah!"

Will's penis retracted within him, slipping between his large thighs. His legs again diminished in length, his thighs and calves contemporaneously gaining additional circumference. Will uncontrollably placed a hand near his blossoming vagina, squishing the generous slack of her new, fat mound.

She moaned her first moan as a woman.

"Mmaah~"

Yeah: Jack was gonna fuck her, but she certainly did not fulfill a passive role in the fantasy. She wasn't the delicate princess, who could feel a pee disturbing her sleep under multiple layers of mattresses.

The body hair on her stout arms flourished, sparser and lighter than before, but still thick - evident and raw like that of her vagina.

The prince was not just going to come over and wake her up.

Her butt bubbled outwards as she became shorter and darker still. Her round and stout contour gave her stance a presence that made her feel more important. Her cheeks and her boobs followed suit. She was laying on the chair next friend Lara, her large thighs spread in the dirtiest posture imaginable, her face forming a stupid smile of crooked teeth. Her hair became a long, straight bob, squirming around her brain as it also kept smoothening. Her phone, on the counter, morphed into an older model under Lara's wide eyes; her Telegram account disappearing and her Whatsapp proliferating with generic motivational stories and work chats with fellow policemen. Her boobs again surged forward, now two evident, pointed mounds. Her nipples blossomed more, hard and plump, secreting sweaty areolae that stained her plain shirt. Her harsh, manly pants accelerated. She grunted again, turning to glare at Lara.

"Gah~ Hey... L- Lara." Her voice was thick and heavy; her protruding front teeth gave her a slight lisp. "I'm turning out to be quite heavyset as a gal." She smiled absentmindedly. "Not gonna stop me, tho."

The prince was not coming.

But was she really the one getting fucked, then?

This had changed: she certainly was now the spectacle in the middle of the show; with her callused, tired feet supporting her big body, the stout and round form of her legs giving her apperance a form of excess she cherished. a presence that made her feel important and stable on her job, and raw and uncompromising as an object of lust, as she sat on the metro with her thighs splayed, open to the public to see. Her heavy arms grabbed the prince around his neck, the strength from her physical job holding him in place in front of the watching spectators.

She's sure the prince likes it, she can feel his heart beating faster.

She leans in to kiss him on the collarbone: a fast, forceful lunge.

A big, sloppy, impactful, long "kiss".

Her sweaty boobs fattened again. She moaned one last time.

Then the spell was over.

"W- Will?"

"Lara it's pretty obvious that's not my name anymore." Will raised her hairy arm to reveal a copious amount of sweat oozing from her gray, simple shirt.

The newly formed officer announced her name with a plain matter-of-factness.

"Call me Sonya. Sonny is also fine."

"So- ok, uhm... Sonya- S- Sonny."

"Heeeeey, come one." Sonny wrapped her muscly arm around Lara's back, smiling broadly. "Don't be shy, already. Remember I'm competition now."

Sonny glared at Jack. His cute, terrified face was watching her like everyone else.

"Oh... forgot about that."

Sonny snapped her fingers, uttering runic language. A translucent bubble formed around her and Lara, protecting them from the world adaptation spell. Jack blinked, looking away in a trance as memories of Sonny etched into his and everyone else's minds.

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Hey y'all.

I am once again sorry for missing another weekend. Thesis got legs.

Having said this, I'm still pretty dedicated to getting to that sweet once a week deal. As things are going, tho, it's probably gonna remain exactly that: a deal. An (i)deal deal, that is 🥹 and cadence is probably gonna remain twice or thrice a month.

I thought about it, though, and it's probably better this way; as quality was probably gonna drop considerably if I started churning out slop just for the sake of it. This way, I get time to read and process band/dance situationships, eventually recording TG moods as they come. It seems to be a much more established method to get them good quality fantasies. Can't trim down an organic process too much, I guess.

Anywho, I'm pretty sure I'll use all of today to refine this. So, story almost over (this time fr) and the rest of it will be coming either tomorrow or in the weekend.

As a brief spoiler: Lara's also gonna get some action, but she might have to steal a magic potion or two from Will first. Will she too start liking vague motivational relationship advice slop on her Instagram?

Also as promised, I'll get around to writing at least another one before the end of the month. Or two, if the winds blow the right way.

So yeah, enjoy the weekend.

As always, any suggestions or ideas are more than welcome.

See you soon,
WineGodTG.