Ride or Dies Part 1 (Guy to Bigger Woman WG)

"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 again 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 Rosy..."

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 lard - 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 olive-oil bottles on the nightstand. “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:

"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 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, with constant clinking of the rings. He smiled. Wrists loose, he brought his palms besides him on the bed, fingers contorted in girly clutches, he skimmed the sheets in dainty arcs, as if his nails were long.

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 bottle. The thick liquid slowly made its way into his empty stomach. He gagged.

"Aeeegh!"

He opened the link on the pinned message. An old-looking app activated showing just a progress bar and a crude text log underneath.

"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, so that he gained that 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 extra inch 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 flows 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 more 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, the inner feet too swelling and becoming larger and taller.

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 slid to his sides and collapsed on the bed.

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Hey all. Still not done with the revision (busy day) but I'll see you tomorrow with the rest of the story. Farewell.