~BBW (Multiple), Magic, Transformation, ~SWG - a series based on the need of some people to have a few changes in their lives
An Alternate Reality Story
TENTH CHAPTER: PEER OF THE REALM
Mrs. Anna Murtuah stood within 20 feet of the Gap. A middle aged woman with sandy brown hair and delicate features, clad in a modest peach colored pantsuit. She recognized Libby on sight by the description she'd been given and anxiously approached her with a convivial smile.
“You have to be Libby,” Anna’s voice echoed with exuberance, “You look exactly how I pictured you!”
Libby scratched her plump waist. “I’ll take that as a compliment. You must be Anna.”
“Right as rain!” Anna melodiously replied.
Libby half smiled, unaccustomed to such enthusiasm, and got down to business. “My aunt gave me the lowdown on your particular dilemma; why not walk me through it in detail so I can get a broader picture.”
Anna happily buzzed, “Care to accompany me for coffee and sinkers while I iron it all out?”
Libby gestured with a spitfire grin, “As long as sinkers are donuts, lead the way.”
A short time later; Anna was conveying the situation while the young Goth and the lady old enough to be her mom relaxed with coffee and donuts. “Debbie Cromwell has been my son’s favorite female companion for years. Ever since freshman year I reckon? You talk about the conventional cheerleader, preppy variety of girl and Debbie is the genuine article. Full of fun, in a wholesome sort of way. The thing is, while they get along splendidly, Debbie is so popular and distracted by guys that by the time my son musters enough courage to ask her out, she’s courting another.”
Libby pulled on a strand of her shadowy mane, “She goes through a bunch of guys?”
“Now Libby”, Anna hastily moved to revoke any implication of salacious behavior, “It’s not what you think. Debbie just always seems to attract the wrong type of guys. When she realizes what they’re up to she quickly moves away from involvement with them...”
“Hmmm,” Libby concurred while biting into a donut, “these guys are all sparkle but no substance?”
“Exactly”, Anna agreed, “although that’s not the only knot in the line.”
Anna flexed her eyebrows while explaining, “Debbie’s friends are so intensely materialistic, they only socialize and date within their own kind. Their standards are ridiculous and I’m afraid their influence is risking a distortion of Debbie’s principles and attitude. But you know at her age how much she’s willing to listen to any advice from elders. ”
Libby, only slightly older than Debbie herself, nodded reflectively as Anna sighed, “Should my son have the chance and nerve to ask her out, I think she’ll refuse because of peer pressure.”
Anna watched nervously as Libby suddenly pulled herself up and pushed in the chair, “You’re not going to help me?”
Libby rolled her head, her own doughy slight double chin expanding, “Of course I’ll help you. My aunt sent me didn’t she? I’m obliged. But I have a certain timing sense, and right now its telling me haste is of the essence.”
Hurriedly Anna slipped from behind the table, “I knew Leah wouldn’t let me down.”
Libby enquired with patience, “You’re absolutely sure this Debbie chick is here at the mall?”
Anna acknowledged Libby with a swift nod before replying, “She told my son that she was going shopping with her friend, Pam.”
Libby closed her eyes, mentally scanning possible match-ups within the mall. One combination seemed especially likely to fit. “Pam? Is she a dark haired girl, very superficial, wears a lot of cosmetics?”
Anna’s mouth dropped, “Yes. Yes that’s right. Pamela Vander Horn. She’s one of those materialistic types that have been manipulating Debbie.”
Libby chuckled as she opened her eyes, “She is a malicious little snot, huh?”
Anna laughed, “That’s putting it lightly.”
Libby happily escorted Anna out of the donut shop into the mall’s main concourse, “I sense they just had salads for lunch and are making a trek over to Ashley’s World Finest Boutique.”
Making their journey through the crowd of afternoon shoppers, Libby bubbily divulged, “Debbie and Pam have been friends for so very long, I think separating them would be unfair.”
Anna’s face revealed a playful smile, “Going to change Pam too?”
Libby’s giddy smirk spoke volumes.
A few minutes later, Libby with Anna entered the boutique, where Libby softly cautioned Anna, “We’ll go unnoticed but try not to interrupt me. I want to feed off their vibes and get a better look at their history.”
Libby peered into the two girl’s minds, gathering all the information she could acquire. Debra Cromwell was positively easy on the eyes. Her lengthy platinum blond mane curling over her shoulders, emphasizing her appealing features. Fair skinned and ample bodied, Debbie was a tad heavier than most cheerleaders.
Approximately 135-pounds, Debbie’s hourglass figure was attired in a powder blue tube top that effectively showed off her moderately large breasts and dark blue spandex shorts that filled out her quaint round bottom while displaying her shapely thighs. A minor patch of flab was stationed over her tummy, rendering her a tiny pouch. A few pounds away from being considered plump, Debbie had just begun her first diet. The diet wasn’t motivated by vanity but mandated by her friends purely for social purposes. Her plastic companions were all about appearance.
Case in point, Pamela Vander Horn. Pam basked in her popularity and was known to fish for compliments. Her enticing facial features were framed by a wondrously thick brown mane that hugged her shoulders while her shapely figure appeared meticulously fit in her cherry red cheerleading uniform.
Fact was, Pamela did have her figure flaws. Her hips were of the child bring variety and unlike Debbie, Pamela kept her tummy bulge under wraps with a panty girdle. Libby had discerned that Pamela was a little on the chubby side in her younger years. At one point, Pamela was over the 160-pound mark until her mom encouraged her to diet.
Pam was outgoing by nature and highly sociable, a nimble and energetic cheerleader, a decent person at heart but captivated by her own vanity.
“I’m curious of how Pam would fare had she never taken to dieting?” Libby pondered. For the time being, Libby opted to listen and observed the pair while scouting through the racks of clothes, delaying the reconditioning a little longer. She needed to qualify the pair for the transformation by more than just Anna’s statements; just being a bit vain wasn’t quite enough for Libby’s gypsy-magic based ethics. .
Pamela was chattering a mile a minute, commenting on a splendid looking gown, when she rotated her head and coughed in spite, “What was that I just heard?”
Debbie half smiled through her response, acknowledging that that little noise was her tummy gurgling, “I guess I’m still a little hungry?”
Pamela flipped back her mane in dramatic fashion and began a domineering lecture, “Debbie, that salad was enough to carry you until dinner. You do want to remain on the squad?”
“Sure I do!” Debbie poutily announced. “Just remember, I’m only a rookie when it comes to counting calories.”
Pamela resumed her attention to the spiffy gown, “Be on your guard babe, nobody will watch your figure if you don’t.”
Libby, tuned to Debbie’s thoughts heard, “Like I really care that much about starving half the time.”
Debbie accepted the comment with a closed smile while she stepped near a suitable dress, “I like this one.”
Pamela veered toward Debbie, “Nah, that’s the wrong color. Something in black would compliment your beautiful hair while slimming your shape.”
“Think so?” a perplexed Debbie asked. Internally she was thinking “If I didn’t have to please everyone else I’d just be plump with a guy who appreciated me and eat and wear what I felt like. This is all so affected and stupid!”
Libby smiled. She now had what she needed to qualify Debbie – she needed to be true to herself, not her classmates.
Pamela considered Debbie’s answer and added, “Positively.”
She marched over to Debbie, her arrogant strut in full bloom. Stripping the gown from Debbie’s grip, Pamela dutifully explained, “This fabric is unforgivably stretchy. It would add inches to your waist and make your butt look bigger.”
“And that would be so horrible because?” thought Debbie.
Placing the dress back onto the rack, Pamela hummed, “Aren’t you glad you brought me along?”
Debbie tilted her head. “Yeah, your expertise in fashion is volumes ahead of mine.”
“Of course whether I really want to be reading those volumes is another question – I wish I could go have a corn fritter.”
Pamela impudently smirked, “I’ll find you a gown that’ll make Greg go nuts.”
Debbie trailed behind Pamela while she glanced over the merchandise, “I’m not too sure I’m going with Greg?”
Pamela paused in her quest for Debbie’s gown, “That’s impossible! You know we only socialize within our own group. You have to go with a letterman; it’s like a tradition or something.”
Debbie replied with a bored expression, “I’m all for tradition I suppose, but Greg is so deeply in love with himself, there’s no end to his conceit.”
Her stomach growled again. “I know one guy who’d buy me dinner with dessert and love watching me eat it – I should accept his invitation and forget about Greg and all these goofballs.”
“Babe”, Pamela beamed with confidence, “most guys in our clique are full of themselves, get used to it.”
Debbie stood glumly, her mind on her appetite and Pam’s controlling attitude, which certainly qualified her. But still Libby held back, waiting for the proper moment.
Pamela rummaged through the rack like a hawk looking for its prey, “You have someone else in mind?”
Debbie lifted her eyes, “No one in our clique, if that’s what you mean?”
Pamela’s hair bounced over her shoulders as she turned to Debbie, “That’s exactly what I mean. What about Ted Mctavish? He’s cute and the star second baseman.”
Debbie took on a defensive stance, “Not on your life. The guy’s a player; he’ll think he’s going to score.”
Pamela couldn’t help but concur. “Yeah, he’s always looking to get lucky. What about Kip, Kip Dashell? He does seem to have a thing for you.”
Debbie heaved an elongated sigh, “he does flirt with me a lot, but he’s not my type. Anyway, he made a discouraging remark about my figure the other day in the cafeteria.”
Pamela’s giggle was uninvited, “I heard about that incident, he was just teasing you. It was probably intended for your own good. Take it on the chin and should he ask you to the prom, accept.”
“Actually,” Debbie good-naturedly insisted, “I have a whole different type of guy in mind.”
Pamela’s lips curved into an inquisitive smile, “Oh really? Could it be_.”
Debbie’s lightheartedly chuckled, “Nobody you know, he’s outside of the popular bunch.”
Pamela winced, “Weren’t you paying attention? We never date outside our group.”
Debbie’s fingers skimmed over the fabric of a spectacular looking gown, “Of course I was paying attention. Cheerleaders only date the more popular guys. Anyway, not to change the subject but, these gowns are a little too extravagant for me and way too expensive. Maybe we should walk over to Peacock Alley? Maybe we can find a bargain?”
“Peacock Alley?” Pamela sourly protested, “Only fat chicks and losers shop there.”
Debbie politely disagreed, “Nevertheless, these gowns are not my style.”
Pamela pounced onto the next rack, enthusiastically stating, “That’s because I haven’t yet found you anything appropriate.”
Pamela keenly went through the available gowns, “Keep your shirt on babe, I’ll find you something scorching hot.”
“Really”, Debbie softly squawked, “You needn’t make such a big deal over this; the dresses at Peacock Alley or even K-mart are just fine.”
Pamela whirled around and strictly addressed Debbie, “Don’t let me ever hear you say that again!”
“What’s wrong with K-mart?” Debbie questioned.
Pamela cringed, “Our kind does not shop at K-mart.”
With that, Pamela resumed the search for Debbie’s gown, “So whose this guy you want to go to prom with?"
Debbie’s tummy growled again as she nonchalantly replied, “You wouldn’t know him.”
Pamela arched her shoulders, peering down at Debbie’s tummy, “Once you’re conditioned to eat less, your stomach won’t be gurgling so much, take it from me. Now about this guy?”
Debbie pushed back her mane, “he’s not in the popular class, so you wouldn’t know him.”
“That’s obvious”, Pamela bitingly remarked. It was then Pamela noticed what she regarded as a tasty gown for Debbie’s approval.
"I think this might work on you!" Pamela chimed, holding a navy blue garment that was low cut with sequins flowing from the bust to the waist in a heart shaped pattern.
Debbie tapped her cheek while scrutinizing the apparel, “I’m really not too sure?”
Pamela seized the gown and brought it against Debbie’s body for size, “This could absolutely work for you. The material is a little clingy, but with a panty girdle ….”
“Whoa, wait a minute. I need a panty girdle?” Debbie’s hand cupped her soft tummy, “My belly isn’t that big.”
Pamela’s luminous eyes revealed her catty disposition, “Now Debra, be realistic, you have a little bit too much pouch. This dress would look champion on you if you camouflaged your belly.”
Debbie responded with a noteworthy, “That’s nonsense.”
Pamela blinked, “Pardon me?”
An Alternate Reality Story
Goth Chick's Afternoon at the Mall 10
by Matt L. and the Observer
(based on the CWWF original)
(Click here for prior chapters)
by Matt L. and the Observer
(based on the CWWF original)
(Click here for prior chapters)
TENTH CHAPTER: PEER OF THE REALM
Mrs. Anna Murtuah stood within 20 feet of the Gap. A middle aged woman with sandy brown hair and delicate features, clad in a modest peach colored pantsuit. She recognized Libby on sight by the description she'd been given and anxiously approached her with a convivial smile.
“You have to be Libby,” Anna’s voice echoed with exuberance, “You look exactly how I pictured you!”
Libby scratched her plump waist. “I’ll take that as a compliment. You must be Anna.”
“Right as rain!” Anna melodiously replied.
Libby half smiled, unaccustomed to such enthusiasm, and got down to business. “My aunt gave me the lowdown on your particular dilemma; why not walk me through it in detail so I can get a broader picture.”
Anna happily buzzed, “Care to accompany me for coffee and sinkers while I iron it all out?”
Libby gestured with a spitfire grin, “As long as sinkers are donuts, lead the way.”
A short time later; Anna was conveying the situation while the young Goth and the lady old enough to be her mom relaxed with coffee and donuts. “Debbie Cromwell has been my son’s favorite female companion for years. Ever since freshman year I reckon? You talk about the conventional cheerleader, preppy variety of girl and Debbie is the genuine article. Full of fun, in a wholesome sort of way. The thing is, while they get along splendidly, Debbie is so popular and distracted by guys that by the time my son musters enough courage to ask her out, she’s courting another.”
Libby pulled on a strand of her shadowy mane, “She goes through a bunch of guys?”
“Now Libby”, Anna hastily moved to revoke any implication of salacious behavior, “It’s not what you think. Debbie just always seems to attract the wrong type of guys. When she realizes what they’re up to she quickly moves away from involvement with them...”
“Hmmm,” Libby concurred while biting into a donut, “these guys are all sparkle but no substance?”
“Exactly”, Anna agreed, “although that’s not the only knot in the line.”
Anna flexed her eyebrows while explaining, “Debbie’s friends are so intensely materialistic, they only socialize and date within their own kind. Their standards are ridiculous and I’m afraid their influence is risking a distortion of Debbie’s principles and attitude. But you know at her age how much she’s willing to listen to any advice from elders. ”
Libby, only slightly older than Debbie herself, nodded reflectively as Anna sighed, “Should my son have the chance and nerve to ask her out, I think she’ll refuse because of peer pressure.”
Anna watched nervously as Libby suddenly pulled herself up and pushed in the chair, “You’re not going to help me?”
Libby rolled her head, her own doughy slight double chin expanding, “Of course I’ll help you. My aunt sent me didn’t she? I’m obliged. But I have a certain timing sense, and right now its telling me haste is of the essence.”
Hurriedly Anna slipped from behind the table, “I knew Leah wouldn’t let me down.”
Libby enquired with patience, “You’re absolutely sure this Debbie chick is here at the mall?”
Anna acknowledged Libby with a swift nod before replying, “She told my son that she was going shopping with her friend, Pam.”
Libby closed her eyes, mentally scanning possible match-ups within the mall. One combination seemed especially likely to fit. “Pam? Is she a dark haired girl, very superficial, wears a lot of cosmetics?”
Anna’s mouth dropped, “Yes. Yes that’s right. Pamela Vander Horn. She’s one of those materialistic types that have been manipulating Debbie.”
Libby chuckled as she opened her eyes, “She is a malicious little snot, huh?”
Anna laughed, “That’s putting it lightly.”
Libby happily escorted Anna out of the donut shop into the mall’s main concourse, “I sense they just had salads for lunch and are making a trek over to Ashley’s World Finest Boutique.”
Making their journey through the crowd of afternoon shoppers, Libby bubbily divulged, “Debbie and Pam have been friends for so very long, I think separating them would be unfair.”
Anna’s face revealed a playful smile, “Going to change Pam too?”
Libby’s giddy smirk spoke volumes.
A few minutes later, Libby with Anna entered the boutique, where Libby softly cautioned Anna, “We’ll go unnoticed but try not to interrupt me. I want to feed off their vibes and get a better look at their history.”
Libby peered into the two girl’s minds, gathering all the information she could acquire. Debra Cromwell was positively easy on the eyes. Her lengthy platinum blond mane curling over her shoulders, emphasizing her appealing features. Fair skinned and ample bodied, Debbie was a tad heavier than most cheerleaders.
Approximately 135-pounds, Debbie’s hourglass figure was attired in a powder blue tube top that effectively showed off her moderately large breasts and dark blue spandex shorts that filled out her quaint round bottom while displaying her shapely thighs. A minor patch of flab was stationed over her tummy, rendering her a tiny pouch. A few pounds away from being considered plump, Debbie had just begun her first diet. The diet wasn’t motivated by vanity but mandated by her friends purely for social purposes. Her plastic companions were all about appearance.
Case in point, Pamela Vander Horn. Pam basked in her popularity and was known to fish for compliments. Her enticing facial features were framed by a wondrously thick brown mane that hugged her shoulders while her shapely figure appeared meticulously fit in her cherry red cheerleading uniform.
Fact was, Pamela did have her figure flaws. Her hips were of the child bring variety and unlike Debbie, Pamela kept her tummy bulge under wraps with a panty girdle. Libby had discerned that Pamela was a little on the chubby side in her younger years. At one point, Pamela was over the 160-pound mark until her mom encouraged her to diet.
Pam was outgoing by nature and highly sociable, a nimble and energetic cheerleader, a decent person at heart but captivated by her own vanity.
“I’m curious of how Pam would fare had she never taken to dieting?” Libby pondered. For the time being, Libby opted to listen and observed the pair while scouting through the racks of clothes, delaying the reconditioning a little longer. She needed to qualify the pair for the transformation by more than just Anna’s statements; just being a bit vain wasn’t quite enough for Libby’s gypsy-magic based ethics. .
Pamela was chattering a mile a minute, commenting on a splendid looking gown, when she rotated her head and coughed in spite, “What was that I just heard?”
Debbie half smiled through her response, acknowledging that that little noise was her tummy gurgling, “I guess I’m still a little hungry?”
Pamela flipped back her mane in dramatic fashion and began a domineering lecture, “Debbie, that salad was enough to carry you until dinner. You do want to remain on the squad?”
“Sure I do!” Debbie poutily announced. “Just remember, I’m only a rookie when it comes to counting calories.”
Pamela resumed her attention to the spiffy gown, “Be on your guard babe, nobody will watch your figure if you don’t.”
Libby, tuned to Debbie’s thoughts heard, “Like I really care that much about starving half the time.”
Debbie accepted the comment with a closed smile while she stepped near a suitable dress, “I like this one.”
Pamela veered toward Debbie, “Nah, that’s the wrong color. Something in black would compliment your beautiful hair while slimming your shape.”
“Think so?” a perplexed Debbie asked. Internally she was thinking “If I didn’t have to please everyone else I’d just be plump with a guy who appreciated me and eat and wear what I felt like. This is all so affected and stupid!”
Libby smiled. She now had what she needed to qualify Debbie – she needed to be true to herself, not her classmates.
Pamela considered Debbie’s answer and added, “Positively.”
She marched over to Debbie, her arrogant strut in full bloom. Stripping the gown from Debbie’s grip, Pamela dutifully explained, “This fabric is unforgivably stretchy. It would add inches to your waist and make your butt look bigger.”
“And that would be so horrible because?” thought Debbie.
Placing the dress back onto the rack, Pamela hummed, “Aren’t you glad you brought me along?”
Debbie tilted her head. “Yeah, your expertise in fashion is volumes ahead of mine.”
“Of course whether I really want to be reading those volumes is another question – I wish I could go have a corn fritter.”
Pamela impudently smirked, “I’ll find you a gown that’ll make Greg go nuts.”
Debbie trailed behind Pamela while she glanced over the merchandise, “I’m not too sure I’m going with Greg?”
Pamela paused in her quest for Debbie’s gown, “That’s impossible! You know we only socialize within our own group. You have to go with a letterman; it’s like a tradition or something.”
Debbie replied with a bored expression, “I’m all for tradition I suppose, but Greg is so deeply in love with himself, there’s no end to his conceit.”
Her stomach growled again. “I know one guy who’d buy me dinner with dessert and love watching me eat it – I should accept his invitation and forget about Greg and all these goofballs.”
“Babe”, Pamela beamed with confidence, “most guys in our clique are full of themselves, get used to it.”
Debbie stood glumly, her mind on her appetite and Pam’s controlling attitude, which certainly qualified her. But still Libby held back, waiting for the proper moment.
Pamela rummaged through the rack like a hawk looking for its prey, “You have someone else in mind?”
Debbie lifted her eyes, “No one in our clique, if that’s what you mean?”
Pamela’s hair bounced over her shoulders as she turned to Debbie, “That’s exactly what I mean. What about Ted Mctavish? He’s cute and the star second baseman.”
Debbie took on a defensive stance, “Not on your life. The guy’s a player; he’ll think he’s going to score.”
Pamela couldn’t help but concur. “Yeah, he’s always looking to get lucky. What about Kip, Kip Dashell? He does seem to have a thing for you.”
Debbie heaved an elongated sigh, “he does flirt with me a lot, but he’s not my type. Anyway, he made a discouraging remark about my figure the other day in the cafeteria.”
Pamela’s giggle was uninvited, “I heard about that incident, he was just teasing you. It was probably intended for your own good. Take it on the chin and should he ask you to the prom, accept.”
“Actually,” Debbie good-naturedly insisted, “I have a whole different type of guy in mind.”
Pamela’s lips curved into an inquisitive smile, “Oh really? Could it be_.”
Debbie’s lightheartedly chuckled, “Nobody you know, he’s outside of the popular bunch.”
Pamela winced, “Weren’t you paying attention? We never date outside our group.”
Debbie’s fingers skimmed over the fabric of a spectacular looking gown, “Of course I was paying attention. Cheerleaders only date the more popular guys. Anyway, not to change the subject but, these gowns are a little too extravagant for me and way too expensive. Maybe we should walk over to Peacock Alley? Maybe we can find a bargain?”
“Peacock Alley?” Pamela sourly protested, “Only fat chicks and losers shop there.”
Debbie politely disagreed, “Nevertheless, these gowns are not my style.”
Pamela pounced onto the next rack, enthusiastically stating, “That’s because I haven’t yet found you anything appropriate.”
Pamela keenly went through the available gowns, “Keep your shirt on babe, I’ll find you something scorching hot.”
“Really”, Debbie softly squawked, “You needn’t make such a big deal over this; the dresses at Peacock Alley or even K-mart are just fine.”
Pamela whirled around and strictly addressed Debbie, “Don’t let me ever hear you say that again!”
“What’s wrong with K-mart?” Debbie questioned.
Pamela cringed, “Our kind does not shop at K-mart.”
With that, Pamela resumed the search for Debbie’s gown, “So whose this guy you want to go to prom with?"
Debbie’s tummy growled again as she nonchalantly replied, “You wouldn’t know him.”
Pamela arched her shoulders, peering down at Debbie’s tummy, “Once you’re conditioned to eat less, your stomach won’t be gurgling so much, take it from me. Now about this guy?”
Debbie pushed back her mane, “he’s not in the popular class, so you wouldn’t know him.”
“That’s obvious”, Pamela bitingly remarked. It was then Pamela noticed what she regarded as a tasty gown for Debbie’s approval.
"I think this might work on you!" Pamela chimed, holding a navy blue garment that was low cut with sequins flowing from the bust to the waist in a heart shaped pattern.
Debbie tapped her cheek while scrutinizing the apparel, “I’m really not too sure?”
Pamela seized the gown and brought it against Debbie’s body for size, “This could absolutely work for you. The material is a little clingy, but with a panty girdle ….”
“Whoa, wait a minute. I need a panty girdle?” Debbie’s hand cupped her soft tummy, “My belly isn’t that big.”
Pamela’s luminous eyes revealed her catty disposition, “Now Debra, be realistic, you have a little bit too much pouch. This dress would look champion on you if you camouflaged your belly.”
Debbie responded with a noteworthy, “That’s nonsense.”
Pamela blinked, “Pardon me?”
