Ride or Dies Parts 1-2 (Guy to Bigger Woman TG/WG)

Will joins his friend's all-girls band as the front-woman. He will soon find out that the role comes with some pretty big shoes to fill.

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Gravity compressed the fat of his belly into a valley between two mounds ... As enough layers accumulated, Will's thighs began to visibly broaden ... spell-conjured dump-trucks of estrogen ... Will's palms perforated deeper into the mattress as his weight augmented ... feeling the familiar coarseness of Rosemary's vaginal hair ... Her mound yielded with generous softness ... A sudden surge of progesterone flushed Rosie's tits ... she tried to hide the arousal caused by the friction ... her nipples poking her shirt, painfully noticeable and obviously female sized ..."WARNING: Mass needed." ... Her mouth open, slack-jawed, oil dripping down the sides ...

they had now fully become the breasts of Rosemary

... firm enough to levitate her t-shirt so that it hid her large abdomen ... She gently caressed their tops ... And how could they not stare? ...

Her boobs and her hidden belly, sheltered by the tented shirt, all of it jiggling as she danced and as she paced. Her walk could not be ignored. It was not just any girl, crawling around with her sickly appendages, moving as if she was in fact moving nothing at all. It was the walk of Rosemary.

Part 1

"So that's the Labubu effect. It's an economical trend."

Lu gave that blank and disconnected stare and that imperceptible smile.

Will cut in: "yeah. To think you could buy a house with a gas station salary. And have a stay-at-home wife while you where at it."

"Yes. We can't do that now, so we buy the Labubu instead. It's a recession indicator."

Lu kept the stare completely devoid of emotion and the smile as bland and static as it could be. It was all hard to exchange, as always, the monotone matter-of-factness with which she stated her theories made everyone appear fake by comparison. As if all were big stupid mimes and she was Neo seeing through the bullshit.

"Well." Will waved his hands around theatrically. "There's nothing else you can do but agree. Study all day for that fake degree to get that excel job." His voice often rose as he got into character. His speeches starkly contrasted Lu's on account of their grandioseness. He made his baritone voice loud, with a booming tone that cut through the constant noise of his ringing ears.

"And by night go out boosting your chic doll status symbol. That's our current condition. And yep, I love Lu's reminder. It's all because the economy fucking sucks. Watching all of the Labubu reels makes us forget of that basic fact."

Lu yawned. "Mhm. Yep."

"What's a Labubu?" Said Ari.

Will turned to her, appalled. "How do you not know?"

Ari smiled: a small snarl. "I just watch motivational reels."

"Of course you do," said Lu.

"Motivational? Like... rise and grind?" Said Will.

Chin tucked, Ari peered up at Will with her big, round eyes. "Sleep 9 hours, raise at 8, skin routine, y'know."

Will laughed. "God the female version of the Sigma meme is a thing. Should've expected that."

Ari opened her mouth slightly. "Sigma?"

Lu's smile increased by an imperceptible degree.

Will waved his hands dismissively. "It's better you don't know Labubu, actually. I'm proud of you."

The three sat in silence for a while, Ari trying to picture what the fuck a Labubu could possibly look like.

"Y'know what else fucking sucks?" Will barked. "Music. In general, I mean. In the pre-Labubu era, you could just sing around at bars and get paid. I've heard some old heads saying how the fucking local government itself would just randomly pay musicians to do live shows. On top of that, if you were good, a roaming producer would just spontaneously spawn and do all of the recognition, marketing, production, etcetera." Will's arms again started waving of their own accord. "Now bars maybe give you a free beer, if you're lucky, and if they even exist at all in this God forsaken city. It's all hallucinogenic fusion restaurants. And producers only sponsor over saturated mainstream shit. Taylor Swift types."

Lu gave a weak sneer. "Yep. Now everyone's his own producer."

Will heavily gestured towards her. "Exactly. You gotta post viral reels and pray the Algorithm God."

Will leaned back, palms splayed on the plaza stone. The group was sitting in front of the university Rectorate. Besides them, a social Latin dance club was moving to pop-salsa fusion songs.

"That's actually making me think." Will's tone deflated somewhat. "To just quit all of this metal stuff and retire into the woods. Make Jazz tunes with a trusted few. Assemble the cats and plan the escape."

"Aaaww that's sweet," said Ari.

Will laughed. He gestured to the two girls. "You two were in a funk group together, right?"

"Uh uh," said Lu.

"Oh my gosh, yeaaah," said Ari.

Will laughed again. "Who was your lead singer? Ari?"

"No, no," said Ari. "It was... uh..."

"Mona," said Lu.

"Oh yeah," said Ari, "Mona."

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Will groaned deeply. The phone beside his head buzzed annoyingly. He tentatively searched for it and grabbed it after 3 attempts. Laying on his side, he swiped to YouTube and opened his news feed.

"First official Labubu store opens in Milan!"

"Yeah..."

As the video ended, Will turned on his back and closed his eyes.

"So... what's in store for today..."

He groaned. A vivid picture of a lush lion mane popped into his mind.

"Shit!" He shot up. "The concert! I..."

His eyes shot open.

"Gotta turn into Rosie..."

He grabbed his phone again and sat on his bed, bare feet touching the dirty floor. He pressed a palm over his right eye and groaned.

"Rosemary," he muttered. Just saying the name made his body feel 30 pounds heavier. Even his thighs felt plus-size and for a moment, he could swear they were touching; squished together full-contact along all of their length; waves of skin jiggling as he shifted.

"I gotta transform into her large ass..." He looked at the hour on his phone. "And I got to right now..."

He swiped until Lu's chat came up - the usual message stood pinned at the top.

"...it's gonna take a while to down all of that lar- Oh fuck!"

"Fuck me, the lard!" Will suddenly slapped the phone down and glared at the ceiling, exasperated. The pinned message with Lu stood focused:

[Here. Drink the lard and then IMMEDIATELY open this link with the app: https://spellhub.com/lululu/will-to-rosemary-tg. The transformation is pretty quick. Take deep breaths and try not to freak out.]

“I didn’t see Lu yesterday… She bought the magic lard. I was supposed to - I hope I still - Ah.” His shoulders eased as he spotted the three bottles of olive oil standing on the nightstand, their glass exteriors gleaming with the suffused light of the evening sun.

"Right. I went with option B."

Will snatched the first of the bottles and pried it open. His phone buzzed, Lu's profile pic giving the usual death-stare in the notification tray.

Lu: "I'm at the venue."

The group chat had a bunch of other messages Will had missed:

Ari: "Soundcheck is at 14?"

Lu: "Yep."

Ari: "Why is Will's profile still Will's?"

Lu: "He's probably sleeping as always."

Ari: "Lmao he should just stay Rosie"

Ari: "she wouldn't sleep as much hahahahaha"

Lu: "@Will333, honey, wake the fuck up and lose the dick."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Will almost dropped the oil bottle. "I've gotta start transforming now." He started typing.

"Just woke up I'll be late. Start without me."

Lu reacted with the drunk emoji.

Will took a deep breath. "Alright..." he opened the nightstand drawer and produced 5 silver rings. He put three on his left hand and two on his right. They were all silver but varied drastically in style and decorations. The biggest had a pink opal embedded in its center, adorned with more, finer silver threads. Will splayed his fingers in front of him and concentrated.

He closed his eyes and imagined the delicate, plump hands of Rosemary. Her tapered, cone-like fingers moving gracefully in the place of his; the constant clinking of the rings. He smiled. Wrists loose, he brought his palms besides him on the bed, fingers contorted in girly clutches, skimming the sheets in dainty arcs, as if his nails were long and delicate.

His brow knit as the mental picture deepened. He projected his smile to be bigger, broader and more ironic; plastered on a round, weighty face: Rosemary's face. Adorned by her low, fat cheeks, puffing out and settling ever so slightly with gravity, above a hint of drooping skin under a strong, larger jaw.

Will opened his eyes and downed the first half of the oil. The thick liquid slowly made its way into his empty stomach. He gagged.

"Aeeegh!"

He tapped the link in the pinned message. An old-looking app activated, showing just a progress bar and a crude text log underneath it.

"Eeeagh... come- come on..."

[LOG: Stomach contents: Organic fatty material detected.]

"Ye- eeagh- fucking use it already!"

[LOG: Spell: Extracting 20% mass from stomach]

Will shifted on his bed and groaned. "Mmmh" the body hair on his belly, chest and arms suddenly retracted, losing coarseness, size and density.

The progress bar glitched to 5%.

Will's stomach begin to growl loudly.

[LOG: Spell: Redistributing mass to adipose tissue]

Will's abdomen, now almost devoid of body hair, suddenly expanded with a loud gush.

"Mmmh~"

[WARNING: mass needed]

Will reluctantly brought the bottle to his lips again, slowly drinking the rest of its contents.

[LOG: Spell: Redistributing mass to adipose tissue]

glorp

Will's guts again expanded, this time growing visible folds. Will let out a long, breathy "aaah"

"Oh... Here... here it comes... eh... eh..."

Will laughed, but what came out was not what usually did: instead, Rosemary's loud, solar, (and often scary) chuckle announced itself for the first time.

"Hahahahaha!"

Will's Adam's apple softened, his voice sliding mid-laugh into a smoky, low-alto register. His cheeks and facial features grew plump, rounding all around, blooming into a mesmerizing display of squishy valleys and folds. His jawline widened slightly to accommodate the influx of adipose tissue, and then retracted as the area underneath stretched and grew, drooping slightly and making the connection to Will's neck extremely less defined.

"Oh..."

Will smiled, his chubbier face and his bigger eyes made him look both more serene and more assertive.

"LOG: Spell: Restructuring skeleton."

His pelvis expanded slightly and the hole between his legs enlarged. It then tilted forward, making his spine feminine and his belly a large teardrop.

His shoulders crackled as they narrowed slightly. His upper body and legs then expanded, giving him that extra inch that separated him from Rosemary's height. His bones overall thickened as he grew in all directions. He was already bigger and taller than Lu and Ari, but the added height still reinforced his sense of being the leader of the trio; especially when paired with Rosemary's thicker, larger structure and superior weight.

As if sensing his thought, his soft belly, which had settled lower between his legs, began to growl again.

Will grabbed the second bottle of olive oil.

"WARNING: mass needed"

"Rrr... Y- yeah..."

Will drank half of the 1L bottle.

"Eaaggh- Fuck!"

[LOG: Spell: Extracting 20% mass from stomach]

[LOG: Spell: Redistributing mass to adipose tissue]

Will spread his legs outwards as all body hair on them became sparse and short, acquiring a transparent texture. His arms reflexively implanted behind him as he leaned backwards. He moaned loudly.

"Mmmmaaa~"

Gravity compressed the fat of his belly into a valley between two mounds. The tan skin shifted and squirmed, as the oil underneath transformed into seasoned adipose layers. The spell made digestive processes practically immediate, accelerating complete lipolysis and emulsification to mere seconds. Once fully formed, spell-conjured dump-trucks of estrogen swiftly redirected the mature lipids into Will's spread thighs.

"Mmmaaaaaegh~"

glorp

As enough layers accumulated, Will's thighs began to visibly broaden. He spread them out wider as they matured in size. His feet, too, became softer and spread out, their size almost the same as their male counterparts, but slowly turning undeniably feminine and manicured.

glorp

The cycle of digestion, transformation and transport of fat was replicated, and again Will's thighs swelled, engorged by the torrents of material. Will's palms perforated deeper into the mattress as his weight augmented, themselves also turning more plump and soft. He wiggled his toes as they shortened, while the inner feet swelled and became larger and taller still.

glorp

Will looked down at himself as his belly again grew, the accumulated mounds jiggling as the oil was seamlessly integrated into their structure.

"Aaah~ I-"

[WARNING: mass needed]

Will groaned in his new gravely voice.

"Here... here we go again..."

He drank the remaining oil.

"I... I gotta get- Eaaaggh!"

[LOG: Spell: Extracting 20% mass from stomach]

[LOG: Spell: Redistributing mass to adipose tissue]

Will again collapsed in his leaning position. The skin of his belly began shifting furiously.

"Mmmmh..."

His butt suddenly grew outwards, digging deeper into the mattress as it creaked. A shallow crease formed where each cheek met the thigh, deepening as mass gathered. As the growth stopped, the bed butt-imprint again deepened, cupping the new shape while he balanced on his palms, hips anchored by a comfortable, fluffy breadth.

[WARNIN-]

"Oh, give me some rest!"

Will reached for his phone. The progress bar stood at 50%, which was exactly when the pause button appeared. It stood immediately below the log, as always. With much effort, he tapped it.

[LOG: Transformation paused.]

Will let out a long, breathy moan.

"Man..."

He let his cushioned palms slide to his sides and collapsed on the bed.

Part 2

Preview: A sudden surge of progesterone flushed Rosie's tits ... she tried to hide the arousal caused by the friction ... "WARNING: Mass needed." ... Her mouth open, slack-jawed, oil dripping down the sides ... Her large, wet nipples re-positioned lower ... And how could they not stare? ...

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Will regained consciousness to the sound of his phone ringing.

"Wa? Aaargh..."

He groaned and reached for the phone, his long nails clacking as they came into contact with the screen. He lay on his side, the bad creaking as his large, meaty thigh deformed it, spreading over the sheets.

"Oooh..." he muttered. "Am I... am I Rosie?"

He reached down with his other hand towards his crotch, feeling the familiar coarseness of Rosemary's vaginal hair. Her mound yielded with generous softness as she pressed down with her fingers. She parted her large labia. Shivers of arousal ran through her big body. Rosie dropped the phone and raised her other hand to her large breasts, only to find that she was completely flat.

"Uh?"

The phone buzzed again. She snatched it. 25 missed messages; 2 missed calls from Lu. A sudden memory hit her like a brick.

"The fucking concert!"

She jolted upright, her head spinning. The remaining bottle of olive oil caught her eye, triggering a deep nausea.

"That's why no boobs." She announced, her stupid smile spontaneously forming on her round face. She laughed loudly, then vomited a little in her mouth.

She ignored the group chat, knowing it was probably just passive aggressiveness and stickers, instead opening the chat with Lu. Her silver rings clacked furiously as she swiped.

"Well, soundcheck is over."

And, 15 minutes later:

"Why do I even try."

Rosie set the phone on her nightstand and swung her fat legs out of bed. Her bare feet splayed as her weight found them. She pressed her hands to her lower back and stretched, belly dropping forward. She smiled, proud, watching as her guts pushed outwards. In her mind, she saw the stage: she the biggest, most steadfast presence, a pillar belting to the point of a roar. As Will, she usually fooled around; running, snapping, jerking to the beat, trading hard stares. Rosemary didn't need to do all that; even picturing Will’s bullshit made her lightheaded. She held the center instead, firm, barely shifting, bouncing to the pulse. On high notes she lifted a hand, eyes closed, smiling as her low voice, driven upward, brushed a classical tenor’s range. She often wondered if the extra body mass deepened her resonance.

Rosie began dressing. Wide-leg, patterned trousers with an animal-print pattern; thick, black boots with chunky, stack-platforms; black bucket hat adorned with multiple silver rings (her hair was still Will's modest, puffy curls); blue and white flannel shirt, worn open on a gray t-shirt savaged by random slashes; black heavy belt, sporting a detailed, silver ring in its center.

She put her phone and wallet in her pocket and grabbed the oil bottle, exiting her room.

"Hey Rosie!"

Rosie produced her wide smile. "Good morning Mrs. Petrov!"

"I didn't see you coming home yesterday! How's Will?"

"Eh... yeah, I... I came in late..."

"Well, I see you seem busy. Kisses!"

"Bye!"

Once downstairs, Rosie quickly ran to her car. Her broad hips swayed with abundance. Frank, emerging from his garage, was caught staring for a bit too long.

"Hey Frank!"

Frank jerked his head away from Rosie's butt.

"Uh... Oh, henlo..."

"Fuck, I think Rosie doesn't know Frank..." She thought.

Rosie entered her car. She placed her phone on the passenger seat and opened Lu's chat.

Rosie: "I'll be there in 1h"

Rosie opened the oil bottle. Phone buzzed.

Lu: "Oh, you grace us with your presence"

She brought the rim to her mouth. "Gotta do this while I drive," she thought. "Sure hope traffic isn't bad."

She drank half a liter of olive oil, grunted and burped, tapped on Lu's magic link and started her car.

"Grrrrrrr..."

She gritted her teeth. The skin of her abdomen was dancing.

"Fucking... God..."

Her hair, still the puffy, modest locks of Will, began to grow and strengthen, sluggishly emerging from her hat to touch her shoulders. The curls rotated in spirals as they expanded and thickened. Slowly but surely, Rosemary's great mane was coming into being.

"Grrrrrr..."

She grunted. The magically turbo-charged digestive processes shifted the skin of her belly in erratic spasms. She felt the flows of fat organizing themselves; merging into upwards streams towards her chest. Her eyes narrowed and her expression filled with bliss. She winced. Her nipples, excited, became erect and hard as keratinization started. She looked down at herself: they were poking her shirt, painfully noticeable and obviously female sized.

She moaned again. This time louder.

The nipples became larger still, as more fibers hardened around them, becoming taller and broader; larger. As the areola expanded, sweat exited their circumference, staining her shirt.

"Mmmmh~ That's kinda... Conspicuous..."

Rosemary's breast started forming.

Her eyes shot open as a car horn blasted from behind her.

"Hey! Wake the fuck up!"

"Aaaah∼ S... sorry∼"

Rosie parked her car to the side of the road. The man behind her eased up to her level.

"You alright ma- what the fuck..."

A sudden surge of progesterone flushed Rosie's tits, making the backsides of her nipples explode into two dense networks of lactating alveoli. Fatty acids produced from the oil violently burst forth from her stomach in the form of mammary fat. The breasts surged outwards into obvious mounds, harshly rubbing against her seatbelt as they emerged. Rosie inhaled deeply and let out a slow, shaky breath, trying to hide the arousal caused by the friction.

"Uh..."

"Aaaah~ I-I'm- I'm f-"

Her tits swelled again, grating against the seatbelt.

"Aaaahhmm~"

The driver's face assumed a deep, red complexion. "L- Lady..."

"Mmmh∼ Yeah∼ Kinda busy∼"

"M-May- May I- Help you...?"

"WARNING: Mass needed."

Rosie absentmindedly drank the rest of the oil. The driver looked as if he'd just seen lesbian Jesus resurrect. She tilted her head to the sky and roared a loud burp.

"Aaeeggh!" Her mouth open, her jaw slack, oil dripping down the sides. "Ooooh∼"

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Her boobs again swelled, this time forming into mature, tear-drop shapes. Her large, wet nipples re-positioned lower and turned downwards. Rosie looked at her tits: they had now fully become the breasts of Rosemary: vast; firm enough to levitate her gray t-shirt so that it hid her large abdomen. She gently caressed their tops; the chubby backs of her hand came into contact with her fat chin, squished generously against her long neck. The blossoming cleavage, along with her fat belly... there was so much of her there... so much weight to her front... When she stood on stage, she knew, her boobs poked outwards to the crowd. Her spine curved down, but her neck stood straight and proud. Even then, she knew she would catch only a faction of the numerous stares. And how could they not stare? The impressive, front-centered weight of her body. Her boobs and her hidden belly, sheltered by the tented shirt, all of it jiggling as she danced and as she paced. Her walk could not be ignored. It was not just any girl, crawling around with her sickly appendages, moving as if she was in fact moving nothing at all. It was the walk of Rosemary. Every movement important. Every shift definitely, unavoidably carrying weight. Carrying what stood in the front of her sight right now. The front of Rosemary. Her huge, fat belly and her massive, firm breasts.

The driver started producing inarticulate sounds.

Rosemary smiled. As expected, he was staring at her tits. Her hair puffed with one last multiplication of curls. She was now completely herself. Her mane adorning her shoulders, tamed only by her hat.

"Do I look like I need help?"

The driver seemed to enter the beginning phases of evaporation.

"O-O-O- Of- Of cour- cou- course! Of course not!" He choked.

"Exactly." She laughed, but the driver later recounted it to be a growl. "I'm Rosemary."

He drove away. Tires screeching with a speed that was blatantly excessive.

Rosie produced a baby wipe and cleaned the sweat off her nipples and armpits.

"Not even close... Can't hide it, lol." She laughed again, it was loud as always.

"Concert, I'm coming."

Her engine roared as she sped into the suffused evening.

***

Henlo all.

So, hope you enjoyed this. Kind of all over the place, but fun to write. See u next weekend with a sequel, if enough people demands of it in the comments.

(Suggestions also count, maybe Lu has to be Rosemary, but becomes DARK ROSEMA- sorry, I let the intrusive thoughts win for a sec. Back to regular transmission.)

Otherwise, I've got a draft of "Uh? My Friend is My MILF GF??" (title provisional), so if u prefer that (or no one asks me for the sequel) I'll probably be releasing that next weekend.

What else, what else...

Be like Rosemary. Not always, as big personalities are appropriate for big events. But, y'know, try to be at some of those sometimes. I know, easy to say; it's hard not to imagine her being the center of... Everything.

But still... y'know...

If the occasion arises, try to go big. It's fun.

WineGodTG.