Story tomorrow

Hey all. Sorry for slight delay, but here we are. Just need some quick polish tomorrow morning (a reminder that I'm running on that Roman UTC) and then it'll be your to enjoy. Here's a teaser:

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"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 again.

"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, as always.

"...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."*

"Looks like I'm gonna have to use olive oil again..."

...

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 with relief. "Mmmh" the body hair on his belly, chest and arms suddenly shrunk, losing coarseness, size and density. The progress bar glitched to 5%.

Will's stomach began to growl loudly.

"LOG: Spell: Redistributing mass to adipose tissue"

Will's midsection, now almost devoid of body hair, increased slightly with a loud gush, becoming rounder and softer.

"Mmmh~"

"WARNING: mass needed"

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

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