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Big Girl Socks
🕑 Added 2025-02-28 18:38:56 +0000 UTCIf you're here from Deviantart, you can skip to chapter 1 below to read the rest of the story. Thanks for the support. Enjoy.
"These socks: putting them on will slowly turn you into a smaller, fatter, girlier version of yourself. But you see, here's the catch: mind and body are not a separate thing. Your mind is just your brain gaslighting itself about it being more important than the other body parts. So, gradually, as your body becomes cushier, you will acquire more... well, you said urges... yeah, of course. But that's just the tip."
Prelude - White Socks
Wanna get straight to juicy tf shenanigans? Please skip to chapter 1. And try to calm down.
Will had just come to know Jackie, and quickly realized that everything else had ceased to matter. His life was now secondary to some grand Jackie-project of some kind. Any kind: he yearned to spend time with her, speak to her, look at her, do crocheting with her. The cost was not important.
The is complete lack of cost-benefit analysis was probably the reason Will found himself in his cousin's dark basement. Moss and fungus permeated the air, a dim and solitary light emanated from a wood-barred window, basking the uncanny face of cousin Greta.
It was long and round, with subtle wrinkles.
"bro, I told you. At the moment... I got nothing... fucking nada."
"Greta, please!" Will's curls swayed as he pleaded, his expression seemed to contort on itself. "I got no excuse to talk to her."
"Man, whatever the fuck're going on about." Greta produced a small smile. "If you're so desperate, just fucking message her or whatever."
"I... I don't have the premise."
"Holy fuck! Send her a cat video or some shit!"
"If only it was that simple..."
"Aight, man," Greta turned around to fetch a weathered cardboard box. She opened it to reveal a plain pair of white socks, "I get it. You sure you wanna get magic involved? Bewitching and shit?"
"Anything... anything for..."
"Yeah, for pussy. Gotta love the male gender."
"Yeah ok," Jack cocked his left eyebrow as far as it could go, "anyway, you know, actually, by this interpretation, I'm being quite resourceful to acquire the pussy. I'm literally getting close to convincing a witch. I'm thriving. Reproduction-maxxi-"
"So you're willing to acquire boobs, sigma-man?" Greta interrupted. Her eyebrow game was on par with that of Will. "You willing to grow a pair, too?"
"Bruh." the eyebrow was perturbed by indecisiveness.
Greta smiled. "Yeah. Hear me out." She curled her posture and splayed her hands in front of her like flower petals. She leaned forward, closer to Will. "I gotta pass a course in transformation magic. And the easiest kind is the tumbler kind. The transgender kind."
Will's facial features became turbulent, the mental gymnastics were making his brain lag. "You... why would... me? A girl?"
Greta squeezed her mouth and widened her eyes to comically large proportions. "Yesh, Williana. A fat one." She said in a goofy accent. "A short and chubby little girly, as adding-slash-preserving body mass is the only thing I got for now."
"Anyway," she turned serious again, "the plan is - an old classic really - you befriend your future wife as a chick. You then make her realize she needs a boyfriend." Greta waved her hands erratically, "because she gotta have fun at her age or whatever, not important. And you gotta be confident, bitch- I mean, br- well-" she burst laughed into Will's face as she readjusted her hair. Will's mouth opened slightly. "You gotta be motivational and shit," she continued, "she probably has all sorts of psychological blocks. I've seen her in a room with you."
"A fat... a fat chick..."
"Yes yes yes. And yes, it is reversible and everything. Might take a while to readjust after getting into character. You will probably ask me to bomb your brain with estrogen to get into the right groove."
"Have you..." Will had probably never looked this pensive before, "have you... done this before...?"
"Not relevant. So-slash-anyways, this is the only way you will get help from me." Greta looked up nonchalantly as she scratched her right temple. "I've got exams coming up, and this is one of 'em. No time for charm enhancement, erotic suggestion - that shit being immoral anyways - or... like... spawning a wing-man familiar type shit... don't try to think of other goofy strategies. They've already been done. I know them all. Ain't got the time."
"Why do I gotta be fat though..."
"Holy fuck, Will, I already told you." Greta widened her eyes to unnatural proportions. "It's for technical purposes, ok," she made her voice sound stupid, "don't you worry about it. Just gotta decide if to become the fat chick, or to not to," condescending inhale, "become the fat chick," condescending exhale. "A non-choice, really, is still a choice - or something... Whatever that depressed philosophy cuck once said."
"I mean... I need time to think about it, I guess... Will it work...? shit..."
Will looked at his hands, trying to imagine the changes. "I would get... like... a changed metabolism...? Will I have, like... cravings?"
An image of short, chubby, grease-covered fingers flashed into Will's mind, transporting some junk-food-like-thing to his plump lips, his round cheeks moving in slow, methodic chews. Then a quick wipe on a sleeveless shirt, staining the area right above his right... his right...
"My right boob..." Will whispered, wistfully looking into the distance.
"Yeah... Not exactly sure what you're going through right now. But sure." Greta leaned forward, "now, a little thing I wanna make excruciatingly clear: you are one lucky motherfucker. To have me, that is. Any other magical-pal-dude... you see, no one really gives a fuck about the psychological implications of their spells. Me, on the other hand," she sighed, "me is going to give you the rare premium-content disclaimer. A small glimpse into the absolute mindfuck that you're about to go through. But you, then... you will listen the fuck up."
Greta raised up the white socks. "These socks: putting them on will slowly turn you into a smaller, fatter, girlier version of yourself. But you see, here's the catch: mind and body aren't really a separate thing. Your mind is just your brain gaslighting itself about it being more important than the other body parts. So, gradually, as your body becomes cushier, you will acquire more... well, you said urges... yeah, of course, but that's just the tip."
"For instance, you'll probably feel a good amount of internalized shame and societal pressure to lose some pounds. And your history, your past life; that's also as much you as your body-mind-soul-whatever. One time, and this is pretty common, a friend of mine developed ex boyfriends. Mostly desperate, anti-social dudes... pretty common for fat girls, unfortunately, even though it was also probably his form integrating with his previous non-social character traits... And, 90%, you will find that one of your favorite new "hobbies" is crying your worries away over a generous feast of potato chips and sugary pastries."
Will's stare became more and more disconnected as Greta's speech went on.
"Anyway," she continued, "I think I've spoken enough to make you comprehend the gravitas of the situation. So, you actually wanna do this? Or was this a huge waste of my time? And I gotta take the fucking written exam?"
Will tried his best return to reality. He moved his leg to find that it had fallen asleep. As he started rubbing it, a sudden image of it expanding and shortening filled his imaginary.
"Like... like Jenny," he thought to himself, Jenny being a chubby girl he knew. He thought of her habit of posting pictures of her thighs on Instagram, with captions such as "<3 ham time <3".
"I will have hams..." he tried to imagine him standing as his new self: stubby and stable, the fat of his feet spreading on the floor under substantial pressure. He imagined how it would feel to desire a man. A bigger man with muscles. But that would probably be out of his league? Fat girls can be attractive to some, I guess, but he wasn't much of a charmer... any man then?
Any scrawny boy with social anxiety... They would talk about anime and Will would snuggle against him and the boy would flush deeply.
"Is this your first time?" she would say, her voice sultry, her accent bubbly and cute.
"I'm soft, right? That's one good thing about me~"
"Will? Will! Earth to Will!"
"HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A PUSSY!" Will shouted.
Greta shot up. Her heart somersaulted.
"HUH?!"
"I WILL TEACH YOU. DO NOT FRET." Will robotically raised his right hand and saluted. "YOU ARE SO WARM. MAY I COME CLOSER? MY BELLY... MY BELLY IS ALREADY... RUBBING AGAINST YOUR ARM!"
Greta slapped Will. He started as if waking up from a deep sleep.
"I..." Will finally seemed to be part of the mortal realm again. "I think I will do it."
"Ok man..." Greta suspiciously handed Will the magical socks. "Just try not to do that again, please... didn't know people could get that much into character before even touching the socks..."
"So do I just put the socks on?"
"I was about to whip out the exorcism book..."
"Just put them on?"
"Yeah, yeah, kinda. I gotta do some shit while you have them on, but I'll tell you as it happens."
"Ok." Will gave the socks an anxious glare. "How much does it take for the changes to take place?"
"Well, it depends on several factors, but most probably," Greta rolled her eyes in thought, "you will loose your abs, and some inches, in the first, like, 30 minutes. Then it tends to speed up somewhat." She raised her finger. "Oh, and sometimes things happen in bursts. Like... boob-related things... they tend to be... explosive in nature."
"Cool, cool," Will's speech was breathy and agitated, "got it, got it."
Will took off his shoes and his socks. The sight of his exposed feet gave him a feeling of anticipation that scared him. "So yeah... Guess we're doing this."
"Alright, let's go."
"Let's go."
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"eeeaugh..." Will burped.
"Oh God... I feel nauseous..." He looked down at himself. "It's touching my penis... god there's probably visible folds... I never... I never had fat folds... eeh..." he sneezed.
"eeeeeaaaaaagh..."
glorp
Chapter 1 - TF
The socks felt soft on Will's feet. They were probably made of wool, or a similar synthetic alternative. The sensation was underwhelming, in the sense of it being non-existent.
He and Greta sat in silence, facing each other for a good minute."
"So," Will said finally, "when doe..."
glorp
Will placed his hand on his belly. It felt softer.
"Holy shit... it's like I never went to the gy... to th... eeeahhgh"
snap
Will started gagging violently. His hips had expanded slightly. His guts, not being as firm, immediately adjusted to the added feminine curvature, drooping slightly towards his crotch.
glorp
Will suddenly found his hand to be squeezing soft layers of padded skin. More pressure accumulated with each expansion. The sensation was that of firmly holding onto a soft, feathered pillow.
"eeeaugh..." Will burped.
"Oh God... I feel nauseous..." He looked down at himself. "It's touching my penis... god there's probably visible folds... I never... I never had fat folds... eeh..." he sneezed.
"eeeeeaaaaaagh..."
glorp
"oh..." a ragged breath escaped Will's mouth. His eyes rolled up. He looked like he was developing a fever. "Multiple... multiple folds... but still firm somehow..."
"Oh dear," Greta said, "it's not even 10 minutes and you already look very puffy."
"Puffy?" Will frowned. "Don't call me that! My gut's just a bit... cushier than usual..."
"Yeah." Greta was looking down at a scroll sitting on her lap, periodically scribbling down incomprehensible runes and symbols.
"It's not just that, dear."
"Huh?"
Will abruptly brought his hand to his face. As he did, he felt the unfamiliar sensation of his arm jiggling.
"Oh god." Will raised his other hand to squeeze the other cheek. The squeeze went deeper than he could have ever predicted.
"I've got like... so much more... face... And my skin! So fucking..." he squeezed harder, his lips pouted, "smooth," he said in a muted tone.
"Yeah, cutie," Greta confirmed, "and you're way shorter."
"Huh?"
snap
"Fuck! That hurt!"
"There goes another inch or two."
"Oh God yeah..." Will burped loudly. He placed a hand on his forehead. "I think I feel it. Everything feels... bigger... shit..."
snap
"Oh... oh no..."
snap
Greta laughed maliciously.
"Oh my, didn't think you'd turn out that short. It's pretty cute."
"Shut... shut up!"
Will instinctively folded his knees and wrapped his arms around them, curling his body around his legs. He somehow seemed to not register the added flexibility that allowed him this novel motion.
"Oh yesh," Greta's grin grew, "you're doing that because your feet were not touching the floor anymore." Her tone was that of people talking to small animals. "Looks way more nonchalant this way, eh?"
She placed down the scroll, stood up and slowly walked towards Will.
"Oh..." Will said, his curl deepened as Greta reached the couch he was sitting on.
"What?" Greta spread her arms, "does my 5-foot-6 suddenly feel more... imposing?"
"Shut up..."
Will couldn't help but feeling self conscious about the cute pout that formed on his face, pronounced by his round cheeks and full lips.
Greta's face lit up with glee, "God that's so fucking cute!"
"Shut it bitch! Shut your bitch m... eeeeeeaaggh!"
glorp
Will's belly expanded, becoming more firm and pronounced.
"Oh god no, no, no I'm so... Round!"
glorp
Will moved his hand to his his right, inner thigh as it also grew.
"There too... how is it so sof... eeeeaggh"
glorp snap
Will's hips widened again as the thigh kept expanding.
glorp
His left thigh followed suit, exploding into the generous size of the left. The fat seemed to spawn from will's lower abdomen, to then flow in waves into his thighs and calves, filling the newly created space below his crotch.
glorp snap
"Mmmmaaa~" Will moaned, as his butt cheeks stretched, jutting behind Will as his spine curved.
glorp glorp glorp
His behind kept expanding in rapid bursts.
glorp GLORP
"Mmmaaaa~"
With added explosiveness, Will's thighs finally filled his wide hips, crushing what remained of his penis. Will furiously spread his legs in reaction to the pain. He laid on his back, his full belly jiggling furiously. It took a while for gravity to adjust it into a mounded structure. A smooth transition of rounded hills and valleys - Will was now, of course, overweight, but the prime of his youth still gave every plump and crease a full and fertile appearance.
Will's feet where also changing under the socks, swollen and round, but also dainty and soft. With tinier toes, cushier bottoms, and smoother curves. The arcs had collapsed, becoming flat and spread out.
Will simultaneously slid both his chubby hands along his inner, lower thighs. He methodically started making his way towards his cock. Soft waves of fat accompanied the motion.
He finally grabbed the sides of the short shaft. It was fully erect, generous amounts of cum dripping downwards and accumulating within the cavern that his lower gut formed above his pelvis. It had gotten extremely small, and it seemed to still be diminishing in length with gradual consecutive pulsations.
Will delicately tried to fold his right hand around the shaft. The touch of his now small and plump fingers felt... padded... and like that of a woman. It turned him on like nothing else ever had.
"I... I can't hold it, Greta... It's so short..." Will said in a whiny voice. He couldn't help but frown at the nasal, high pitched quality it had acquired. It couldn't just be a restructuring of his vocal chords, it somehow sounded extremely feminine. As if he'd been retrained to speak with different vocal patterns.
slip
Will's cock slipped out of his precarious grab, retreating into him and turning into a clitoris.
glorp
The outer lips of an emerging vagina devoured it, and then plumped with generous amounts of fat, along with Will's pubic mound. Their stretching skin developed subtle stretch marks, similar to those that had appeared on Will's thighs and butt.
His nails lengthened.
"Hey! Fucking ouch!" He shouted.
Will quickly removed his right hand from the inside of his vagina, turning to Greta, irritated. "Was that on purpose? Is this what counts as a joke among bitch-witches?"
Greta giggled.
"God," Will continued, "at least I'm starting to feel better... guess your bitchy spell is calming down." He looked down at the upper part of his torso. "Shouldn't I, like... have boobs?"
Greta theatrically brought her hand to her brow and produced a loud gasp. "Oh dear, I could I forget!" She furiously scribbled on the scroll. Will wandered if it was actually needed. "That's a pretty essential part of womanhood, I guess!"
"Oh shut up and let's get it over with! I'm... I'm..."
Greta smiled sheepishly, "what, queen? You're hu-"
"Yeah, I'm hungry!" Will could feel his cheeks flushing, "so shut the fuck up and get me some boobs so we can go to McDonald's and get the usual."
"Sure, sure, ok," Greta laughed. She raised her hand and pointed to Will's chest with a limp wrist, "boobitica-baizinga-boo."
"Oh there's no way that's a real spe- eeeeaaagh!"
glorp
"Mmmmmmh~"
A full-body moan escaped Will's gritted teeth. He squeezed his right boob. "Fuck... Easy..." intense pleasure emanated from his squeezed nipple as it gained firmness and volume. protruding mammary fat accumulated underneath. "I've never fe- Aaah~"
glorp
"What," Greta replied, "the need to rub them out? Or getting someone to suck on them?"
Will's flush deepened.
glorp
Will's boobs settled onto a modest B cup. It would have probably been an A, had he adopted more... conventional eating habits.
Will sighted, his ecstasy slowly dissipating into exhaustion. He felt like he'd worked all day, and the intense hunger didn't help the situation.
A final array of subtle changes rippled through his body as he relaxed. His skin becoming smoother and suppler still, his airline advancing lower on his smaller forehead, hair overall getting longer, messier, curlier and more luscious. His lips plumped with a small gush as his frown deepened.
He started anxiously bouncing his right leg off the couch in repetitive movements, his thigh jiggling generously along with the motion.
- "Mmmh..." he declared. "So," the higher pitch of of his new voice still felt unnatural, "we going to McDonald's, or...?"
Greta laughed as she completed the spell, proudly adjusting the accents in the terminal rune. She turned to look at the finished product and produced a deep sigh of relief. She was now close to done with her transformation class.
"I guess I owe you that much. I fucking suck at written exams."
Her expression turned smug. She'd been quicker than most witches she knew and Will looked calm enough. The complementary aphrodisiac spell was bound to wear off eventually, but she figured she could ease her friend into a confident enough self image before that.
"Also," Will continued meekly, "yeah... what's my name now?"
"Idk girl, pick one." Greta started making her hair into a pony tail. "I was joking around with Williana, but whatever."
"Alright." Will started rubbing his temples. "I'll think of something after we eat."
"Yeah. Ur gonna get a box of 12 McNuggets and like a medium menu from whatever discounts are on the app. Shit, that's a new memory right there. Guess we're close enough friends. Cool."
Will's stomach grumbled loudly. "Yeah, cool implanted memory, witch, but did you have to say that out loud?"
"Sorry man." Greta finished working on the pony tail and proceeded to gaily skip over to Will. "Aight, then," she declared excitedly, "Let's go then! Chop chop!"
She smiled in anticipation. It had been a while since she'd been out with another girl. The friendship shed formed already tickled her mind in interesting ways.
"Oh yes... This will gotta be good."
"Sure... I... I don't feel anything for Jackie anymore..."
"Oh..." Something strange came across Greta's face, an emotion Will couldn't exactly place.
"I gotta motivate myself in other ways... I think I'm her friend now... We gotta get an appointment with her or something... Like a coffee"
"Yeah man. We'll see." Greta looked away from Will, as if pondering something in the distance.
"Jackie... Right..."
TO BE CONTINUED
Hope you have enjoyed this story, and once again thanks for the support (your money shall be put to good use). If you're still in a tf mood, there's a public post on here for suggestions for my next story. Please: go all out.
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