If Only You Could See (Attribute Swap with Big, Tall GF)

This story contains Feature Swap, MTF, FTM, WG and a bit of mental changes. Skip to chapter 2 for instant swap action. Enjoy.

1 - Debate

He found her before the music did — a tall, awkward silhouette by the punch table, glasses slipping as she tucked hair into a messy knot. She looked like someone who’d wandered in from a library and stayed for the lights. He grinned, stepped across the room, and tapped her hand.

"You dance like you’re apologizing to the floor."

"I- what?” She tried to regain footing mid-sentence, then shoved her glasses up with a nervous laugh. “Yeah I know, I’m terrible, actually."

"Good," he said, feigning offense. “I think that means you have a good personality? Come on.” He offered his arm like it belonged to a gentleman in a movie and she took it, fingers shaking as they moved, but somehow looking curious.

"How is he... picking me?" She thought.

As they hit the floor, structural issues immediately became evident. His arms had to go big to steer her. It could be said he half-led, half-conducted, making dramatic arcs with his elbow as if directing a small orchestra from below the stage. She stumbled often: a goofy spin here, skirt flaring there. She swore under her breath. He laughed — not cruel, just delighted.

"I'm a shit dancer... but it's also because... he's so shor-"

“You’re massive,” Will declared, eyes bright. “In the most inconveniently perfect way.”

Valery blinked, mortified. “Excuse me?”

“In a good way,” he amended, rolling his shoulders to confront another precarious turn. “Tall, loud, impossibly distracting. It’s…" Valery thought she could feel him hesitating, but it was quick.

"Infuriatingly attractive.”

She looked like she wanted to disappear and also punch him — an expression that her even more attractive.

“You’re a jerk,” she said in an unsure, small voice. Then, softer, “And I don’t think I look like… like that...”

He nudged her with an elbow and laughed. As the song ended, he gestured to a bench standing near an open window. They sat near each other.

“You do. Don’t be modest. But again, I mean it in a good way. You're like... a whole unread manual. A big one... like a tome."

She flopped down, knees together, hands in her lap. They stood side-by-side in a way that was both comfortable and deliberately intimate. He kept grinning; she kept pretending not to notice. Conversation snapped into gear — quick, sharp exchanges that felt like sparring.

“You study game theory? How the fuck does that keep your interest."

She snorted. “I only do it on Thursdays. And it's actually pretty interesting.""

“Same thing if I say ‘I punch wood for fun'” he shot back. “I’m more into philosophy. And you know that's gotta be fun, cause you get to tell people they're wrong about stuff. Sometimes about everything."

“Yeah you're kind of making me feel like a thesis. Which is-"

"What? Offensive?"

"Hey!"

“I think it's mostly flattering.”

"Fuck, shu-"

Valery caught her mouth in her hands as she laughed. Her laugh was a small, embarrassed sound, coming with a chin tucking reflex.

“How can it be flattering, man." She raised her hands in the air. "How can you feel the need to flatter me."

Again, the small laugh and the cringing smile. Suddenly, Will seemed to be struck by a revelation. He stopped teasing for a second, trying on a softer tone, switching gears.

“Because you deserve it?” he said.

She toyed with the hem of her skirt. “I’m- Will, I'm weirdly tall, for- for you especially." She looked down at Will's 4+ inches shorter frame. "And I'm… big... I don’t want you to tell me I’m beautiful because you feel sorry. I know how my teeth and chin look, I do have a mirror."

He blinked, then smiled that half-sane, half-sincere smile that made people trust him. “Aight, let me lay down some philosophy shit. Y'know, proofs are often annoying to make. Pictures lie, words get tired. But, answer this: what is the only proof that is at once easy to direct, and immediate in its effect?”

She squinted. "Ehm... feeling? Perception?"

He laughed. “I can't fucking believe you actually managed to answer correctly. Precisely, dear. Imagine, if you like, that you could see from my skin. Not in a metaphorical way, as we've established: literally; phisically. Stepping into my perspective. You'd get the angle, the feel, the small stuff that makes me want you.”

She looked at him like he’d suggested parachuting off a building together. “You mean.. Like roleplay?”

“No,” he said, tone dropping a notch into something sharp and electric. “Swap bodies. Switch frames. You’d see every inch I notice. You’d understand how — aggressively—I want you.”

She exhaled sharply. “That’s insane.”

“Insane is underrated.” He shrugged. "That's another philosophy gotcha. We kinda got gaslighted by the whole reason thing. Still, I'm staying pretty reasonable here, I think. It'll be the most direct kind of evidence. No lectures. No ‘be confident’ psychology bullshit. Just perspective.”

Her fingers froze in the fabric. Her eyes darted to the dancers, to the way people moved with a casual confidence she didn’t own, then back to him. “And if I hate it?”

Will formed a broad smile. "Oh, you won't. As soon as that brain of your's gonna get a hint of testosterone you're gonna be in awe of how I just exist. But, y'know, you don't have to believe me. I guess, if you hate it, you come back. And I’ll owe you ice cream and three apologies in iambic pentameter.”

She burst laughed. “That’s oddly specific.”

“I had an art major era.” He again seemed to sit quieter, relaxing, the joking mask slipping to reveal something more essential: curiosity, hunger, and tenderness braided together. “I don’t want you to be convinced by compliments. I want you to be convinced by experience. To feel how small things — your knees, your hands, the way your clothes sit, the sound your laugh makes from inside me — make me lose track of everything.”

Her chest moved fast. The bench felt suddenly too narrow and also like a cliff edge. Suspicion mingled with a braver kind of want: she could either walk away with doubt, or she could test the one hypothesis that mattered to her heart.

“Why are you even offering this?” she asked, disbelief threaded through her voice. “Is this an elaborate joke / pickup line?"

It was his turn to laugh. “Nah, I’m just up for some fun, that's it. But, if we must construe this into some higher purpose, I guess I want you to feel how wrong your doubt is. I swear, girl, you're gonna be fucking slobbering."

Valery flushed. A silence stretched — the sort that holds music in suspension. The bench, the muffled dance, the warm hum of the room shrank; there was only the two of them and a ridiculously bold proposal between them. Her pulse thudded; his face gave nothing away.

She chewed her lip. “It's probably illegal, too..."

"Bro" Will laughed again. “Stop hesitating, if it feels wrong, we stop. If it feels right, we keep going until you can’t deny it. Is this some kind of slowburn setup to some porno?”

Will looked at the camera.

Valery sighed. “Okay,” she whispered. "Let's do it." She frowned. "You still need some sensitivity training, though, you funny man."

“Yeah sure. I mean- fair, yeah, yeah."

As they sat, Will explained the details of the ritual to Valery. The party kept on - louder now, as if someone had turned up the world to drown out the perilous stillness between them. The idea was simple: she would acquire his frame, his features, and him hers. She nodded at times, bit her lip at others. Suspense pooled in the space between them. As the conversation developed, the jokes and flirty attempts by Will gradually became less and less, giving way to the weighty details of the ritual. Details that registered on Valery's face as awe and delight. It was real. How could it not be real if it was this elaborate? The plan germinating, wildly possible. Terrifying and final.

They left the bench later that night with one small pact: they would meet at Valery's house and perform the spell there.

2 - What's Mine is Yours

Will's eyes fluttered closed. He felt an intense burning sensation in his groin.

"Holy hell."

Valery let out a small, frightened yelp. "What? Did it start? Is it starting?! Oh my God. Oh my... Uh?"

Valery looked at her hands. The fat on them was retreating, getting sucked from the inside. They were also getting smaller.

"Oh fuck... Fuck!"

Will let out a low moan. His hips began to change, his pelvic bone cracking as it morphed into a wider shape.

"Aaaah. Mmmh~" His voice was already softer and nasal.

"My... my vagina is coming along..."

"Will for the love of Go- Ah!"

Valery's shoulder's cracked as they narrowed. Her frame overall collapsed on itself, becoming straight. Her thighs deflated as her legs lost both bone size and muscle mass as she quickly became shorter.

"You... you don't- you don't say that!"

"Mmmhhh..."

Will's vagina started forming. The pubic bone, now completely and delicately curved, allowed for its blossoming.

Will's vagina started forming. The pubic bone, now completely and delicately curved, allowed for its blossoming. As the hole emerged on Will's naked pelvis, his penis retreated into it and became a large clitoris. Then the labia erupted, and pushed themselves out, to then plump and grow generously in size. Will moaned again. His pubic mound swell up. His butt, as if in response, followed suit, a wave of fat making it round and bubbly. Other, successive waves radiated outwards and engorged his thighs, so that the cheeks dimpled and folded liberally at the contact point with the legs.

"By the gods, Will, you're..." Valery's voice was filled with a strange wonder. "You're... getting kinda curvy down there... That's cool... Big butts look good on shor- on short... oh... oh well that's... uh..."

Valery's stuttering tapered off into silence; her mouth opening slack-jawed as Will's body began to grow upwards. His height rapidly increased from his 5'7 to Valery's formerly majestic 6'2. His bones lengthened and thickened in spurts, followed by similar bursts of muscle and gushes of fat, both tissues forcefully adapting to the new demands placed on them.

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"Mmh~ Hey, Valery?"

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Will's thighs again softened and rounded out, the muscle fibers relaxing and reorganizing to accommodate the bigger shapes. The fat pads on them multiplied, grew, and merged, joining in a broad, protruding surface.

"How's the- Ah... View from d- Mmmmmaaaah~"

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Will's right thigh exploded in size, leaving him asymmetrical with respect to his left.

"D- Down... Mmmmmaaaaaaaah~"

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The other thigh followed suit, bubbling to what seemed double its former size.

"Down... down there...? Honey~"

His feet filled in a similar fashion: expanding into larger and softer versions of themselves. The arches collapsed under the new accumulated weight. Will looked down at himself in a mix of awe and pride, wiggling his toes around and stumping in place. He could barely believe the broad movements that his legs made, and how much the fat of his long feet squished and deformed as it came into contact with ground, being forced to sustain the massive size of his lower body. Everything generally felt slower and more powerful; emanating more presence and importance.

Will then remembered that Valery was also there. He looked up to meet her dumbfounded gaze. His expression engaged her immediately: eyes narrow, the teeth on his male face grinning.

"Oh, Valery..."

He touched his soft body with his padded hands. They too shifted as he spoke, as if in response, becoming large and soft.

"How lucky you are, to be you."

Valery stood in a corner, shaking - confused. Her body had also changed, seemingly unbeknownst to her. She was now short and everything was bigger. She was no longer soft, she lacked her former fat. A little penis in her too large panties, held up by her small, manly hands, stood fully erect as she watched the woman in the center of the room. There was so much of her to watch... The image made Valery automatically grab the generous area of her right nipple, erupting on her huge breast, to find that she touched nothing; felt nothing... She gulped, realizing fully that her full breasts had shrunk away and flattened. How hadn't she noticed? Her chest was flat... It was masculine and flat.

Will cast a sultry, sidelong glance.

"How lucky you are, to have me."

Will's belly began to fill. He growled, bringing his hands down to caress it. The adipose tissue accumulated, organizing into more and more pilings of subcutaneous layers. The fat distributed evenly, filling out the contours of his abdomen and the cradling of his hands; erupting into a soft, tear-drop shape.

His breasts then began to develop. Will let out a stuttering breath, as if something had stung him. "About time." He cupped the growing tissue as the mammary glands expanded and differentiated, forming a complex network of ducts and alveoli. Will moaned ecstatically. The nipples, once small and flat, began to protrude, like tiny, erect volcanoes, and then quickly spread outwards. The veins within the fattening mounds reproduced furiously: blue strands of throbbing blood, undulating along with the surging pulsations of engorgements and keratinizations.

"Will..." She whispered, "You have my... my..."

Her eyes, probably unbeknownst to her conscious mind, stood fixed on Will's developing breasts. She managed to look away only once they settled at her former monstrous size: so fat but at the same time so firm; so that they looked like two round planets defying earth's gravity. Will had planned to wear nothing but her shirt during the transformation, mostly as a joke. And the shirt was now propped up by Will's tits, the familiar letters of the physics joke, printed on its placket, were so distorted and strained... they seemed almost to float horizontally, above the north poles of the globes underneath. The skin on them - Will's skin; the portion that could be seen poking out over the button closure - it had developed into a deep, rosy pink, like the inside of a seashell. The pores had turned small and fine, stretched from the fat flowing beneath, all reaching locations that seemed to Valery to be their perfect configuration. Will's body hair, from coarse, had become soft, light and silk-like.

As Valery looked up, escaping the uncontrollable allure of Will's boobs, she met his new face.

She yelped, this time loudly: the expression was smug; with a big smile showing what were formerly Valery's big front teeth.

But that was not all that filled her with emotion: her retreating chin, and her high cheekbones, and her fat cheeks... it was all there... but it was also the fact that it didn't completely resemble her former face... the features were still so familiar... it was Will's face, but larger and fat... like hers... and his front teeth had become larger and crooked like hers... so that his jaw retreated backwards like hers did... her insecurities, appropriated by Will... seen by her as if she were Will... it all looked so... so different... so... and... he was holding... why was he holding...

Valery abruptly removed her hands from her chest.

"Will stop! Stop grabbing my- your- your..."

"Oh Valery~"

Valery flushed deeply. Again she yelped. Will's voice had completely shifted into a deep, husky sound; with a girly accent.

"You... you have my boobs... my chin... my teeth"

Will resembled her in many ways, but his old character remained. So that Valery stood confronted by an overflowing confidence emanating from her own, massive frame.

"Why are you looking at them, dear? Are they nice?"

Will was holding his boobs, propping them up with his chubby hands. Squishing them with his fingers fully stretched, while still failing to engulf them wholly. Valery noticed his lips, adorning his seductive grin, plump and soft like ripe fruit.

Valery's eyes sparkled, her voice barely above a whisper. "Will, I... Oh my God, Will, I... I..."

Will burst out laughing. "Can't form sentences, hey?" He gently readjusted his composure with gay and fluid movements, his airs flowing and bouncing. Again, he looked at Valery, his eyes exploding with energy.

"Told ya."

He moved closer to Valery. His smile, predatory, accentuated the asymmetry of his protruding incisors. His larger body quickly came to shadow her modest, boxy frame as he came near her. Valery did her best to hold composure, but it was a fight lost from the start: every place that she looked seemed to glow with a godly essence. Every glance that she shyly managed to land, immediately bounced off with a fast, anxious reaction. Excitement overcame her, her chest tight, eyes full of indiscernible emotions. She had taken on Will's original frame, short and athletic, and he had taken hers. And what a fucking body it was... Realizing this was too much. Sounding horny, sounding cringe. She didn't care, she couldn't hold it. She smiled, a sense of wonder on her expression.

"You're... you're beautiful! I love you!"

Will's smile broadened.

"Valery, darling."

His face melted: a mix of pride, lust and deep relaxation. He grabbed Valery's shoulders, sitting on the ground and bringing her down with him. His soft touch fired sparks of electricity within Valery's male body.

"You feel... padded... and big..."

They stood down near each other, embraced, for a while. Then Will began to take his shirt off.

"Man." He declared. "This is gonna be some of the best sex I'll ever have."

~~~

Hey y'all!

Hope you enjoyed this. Had to write it in a time crunch, so I hope that there aren't any weird sentences or errors. I'll try to fix stuff around when more time comes along.

So, yeah. Liked this one a lot. It's a pity I had little time to develop it, but what're gonna do. Again, I'll be back after 9/11 (eh) hoping that I don't just drop dead during an oral examination or something.

In the meantime, take care of yourselves. And if you happen to find a gal like Valery at some party (and maybe you're somewhat of a Will yourself) let me just say this: life is short. We can all see what's going on, your eyes never lie in these situations. Go for it. And if people say that such a couple might have somewhat of an... excess? on the female counterpart. Hey. Sometimes, society has to go fuck itself. Or at least, y'know, become cucked by your beautiful chemistry. Not that there's anything wrong with that, if society likes it.

(And remember to suggest ideas, give suggestions, feedback, what you liked about this, etc... all in the comments below.)

Farewell.

WineGodTG.