John stood in the living room, still reeling from his recent transformations. His heart pounded as he looked at his mom and sister, who now knew about the curse and its peculiar effects. He realized he had to take control of the situation before it spiraled even further out of control.
“Alright, Mom,” John said, his voice shaky but determined. “I’ll take on one swap from you, Jessie, and one neighbor. But I get to choose the neighbor.”
Sarah nodded, a thoughtful look on her face. “Fair enough. We’ll start with me. I wish to be a man.”
John felt the now-familiar tingling sensation sweep over him. His body started to change rapidly; his muscles shrank, his hips widened, and his chest expanded into DD breasts. His height dwindled to 5’2”, and his clothes became uncomfortably tight. Meanwhile, his mom’s body transformed into a tall, muscular man, her clothes fitting snugly around her new form.
Jessie watched in fascination and then spoke up. “I wish I had a flat chest.”
John gasped as his chest grew even larger, ballooning into G cups. His back ached from the sudden weight, and he struggled to maintain his balance. Jessie, now with a flat chest, marveled at her new appearance.
“Wow, John, you look… stunning,” Jessie said, her voice tinged with both envy and admiration.
Sarah, now a man, chuckled. “Indeed, you’re quite the beauty, John.”
John blushed, feeling utterly humiliated. “Let’s just get this over with. I choose Tasha.”
Sarah quickly texted Tasha, who lived just down the street. Within minutes, there was a knock at the door. John opened it to see Tasha standing there, looking a bit puzzled but intrigued.
“Hey, Tasha,” John said, trying to sound normal despite his drastically altered appearance. “We need your help with something. Could you come inside?”
Tasha nodded and stepped in, her large frame taking up a good portion of the doorway. “Sure, John. What’s going on?”
Sarah, still in her male form, explained the situation briefly. Tasha listened, her eyes widening as she understood the implications of the curse.
“So, you need me to make a wish?” Tasha asked, looking at John with a mix of sympathy and curiosity.
“Yes,” John replied, feeling a mix of dread and anticipation. “Just make a wish about something you’d like to change about yourself.”
Tasha thought for a moment and then spoke. “I wish I could get rid of all the fat on my legs, butt, and thighs and be a bit taller.”
The tingling sensation returned, more intense than ever. John’s body shrank even further, his height reducing to 4’11”. His legs, butt, and thighs swelled with new fat, becoming incredibly thick and curvy. His clothes strained against his new proportions, and he felt the added weight shift his center of gravity.
Tasha, on the other hand, experienced a rapid slimming of her lower body and a slight increase in height. She was now leaner and taller, standing at 5’8”.
John, now a hot, thicc woman standing at 4’11”, looked at his mom, sister, and Tasha
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