“YIPE!!!”
In the span of a camera flash and a girly yelp, the support and comfort that Miss Blanc provided disintegrated, and I was thrown some twenty feet in free fall...
“Gotcha!”
...that landed me in a strong set of arms, their owner sinking under my sudden weight before my surprised face was thrust into theirs, my nose touching with the black fur of her face. A smile ran along those catty lips of hers as my eyes were bewitched by those orbs of fine sapphire that sat in her sockets, but without the wide span of face in between that kept me from seeing into both at once.
Her throat rang with a melodious chuckle, then she dipped me down so she could plop me back on my feet, taking a few steps backward so she could pose with a confident flare of her arms and wings. “Well, what do you think?”
It was a much less heavy and flab-weighted variation of Miss Blanc’s that came from the imitation’s lips. It was those black and white-spotted wings of hers at that flanked the simulacrum of my aged, mysterious friend, and those same eyes of azure that shimmered like orbs of glass, but the mountainous protrusion of insectoid lard that once substituted her stomach no longer sprawled the floor of her room, just a flat strip of blue and orange fur with no paunch tp addle her abs, those breasts that lived so enormous and round to her old age took a much more modest shape, feminine but mostly sized by the white fluff that encompassed her chest.
Nervous, I slighted the space separating us, but that first movement enabled me to approach her and take her right arm, the moth not smacking me away when I tested the smooth, ebony-black limb with a gentle pinch before lifting and letting it drop, light as a feather.
“Miss Blanc...?” I journeyed my hand back from down her bicep to her clawed hand, and observing her flat stomach, I silently asked permission with a look in her eyes, and she permitted with an amused nod. Grazing my fingertips over her abdomen first, I then allowed my palm to contact her toned abs, feeling all the evidence I needed that this wasn’t some form of illusion. “Did you lose all your weight?”
Then I was flung back on my ass in surprise and sheer force as her stomach rocketed back out in size, hundreds of pounds exploding off of her abdomen with the force of a runaway train. Miss Blanc howled with laughter, form quivering at a size that, while still outclassed out of existence by her old weight, to her scale looked like five or six hundred pounds of lard.
“I’ve displaced it.” She insisted as the last fits of laughter exited her voice. Setting her hands over her reformed stomach, she gave a squeeze that shrunk it back down, forcing its mass through her ass and breasts, giving herself a more hourglassed figure, “it’s a spell that allows me to store my bodily mass into the ether, so as long as it weighs less than I do at my true size...”
Her sentence paused as she took my hands And cupped them together, her right leg kicking up to launch her into a flip that landed her in my palms with a grayish blue, Tiny and round like a basketball. “I can have any body shape you want! Be it as small...” With a wiggle she popped free of my grasp, but her hitting the ground saw me launching dozens of feet in he air, caught in her own hands as she grew to hit the ceiling, slim once again. “...or as big as you’d need.”
She shifted size the fifth time in a minute, swapping back to her slimmed form. I was dropped on my feet, but her little butchering of reality nearly had me crashing right back down all over again, and she shot her arm out to catch me by the shoulder. If I needed her just to keep myself standing, it was impossible to speak with the mess of questions that were in my brain, to her, myself or the writers of the laws of reality, but there was, however, a certain word of hers that caught my attention...” “‘you?’ Any body shape I want?”
“As skinny, fat, tall or short you want, I’m all game...” She offered with a beaming smile...a smile that she suddenly let fall, face going quite serious. “As long as we’re sure to be in this room by two days, alright? The spell takes a ton of magic to do, so we’ve got to make sure it wears off someplace I’m okay staying for a long, long time.
“Buuuuut enough of future things, the only time that matters is now.” Her smile flashed right back. “So, anything particularly tempting, right now?
Gregory wants her...
Choice 1: ...to remain slim. It’s been ages since he’s been around somebody so skinnyt!
Choice 2: ...fatter, within 300-600 pounds (to scale). It just ain’t Miss Blanc without some meat on her...
Choice 3: ...massive. 10-15 feet tall with a more mobile, but still globular body.
Choice 4: ...Amazonian. Very heavyset and buxom at 20-30 feet.
Choice 5: ...to convert her mass to height. A voluptuous build at 100 feet tall!
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