Some old stories I wrote for my friend Jenn (Squashflat), who lets me transform her in stories:

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Story 1: Leon looked over at his friend Jenn, who was calmly munching grass in the back pasture. He’d warned her to stay away from his vials of bovine DNA, but Jenn was always snooping around. Now look at her! From the waist up, she was almost the same, though a lot nakeder than usual: same pretty face (now with forehead horns), same rolls of fat, same porky arms that she was now using to shovel wild alfalfa into her mouth. The main difference is she now boasted three rows of perfectly formed breasts.

Below where her hips used to be, she resembled a cow with female flesh. Her four legs were human, but her flanks were enormous, terminating in a hair-tipped tail. Between her back legs hung a pink udder. Her huge belly practically scraped the ground.

Leon shook his head. “Jenn!” he barked, attempting to communicate with his friend.

“Moo?”

“Forget it.” Leon ran a hand down her soft flank. He’d certainly been feeding her well. He smiled at his initials on her butt. He couldn’t bring himself to brand her, but he thought the tattoo was a nice touch.

Taking the rope that hung around her neck, Leon led Jenn to the barn. She didn’t seem unhappy this way, and Leon had no idea how to restore her. He’d have to make the best of the situation.

“C’mon, Jenn. It’s milking time.”

Story two: Leon looked at what was left of his friend Jenn, laying there crumpled on the floor of the laundry room. He’d warned her that her wringer washer was dangerous, but apparently she hadn’t listened. She was now less than a quarter inch thick, her body considerably wider by the flattening. She must have been doing laundry naked, as Leon could now see the freckles, folds and rolls that Jenn had never revealed to him, no matter how much he’d asked. Her face was frozen in a look of shock.

Leon carefully pinched her shoulder, relieved that she was warm. That meant she was alive, and probably aware of her situation. He needed to get her to a doctor. After folding her up (his hands occasionally wandering), he managed to stuff her into his backpack, though he had to sit on her to make her finally fit. Then he paused.

A hospital wouldn’t know what to do with her. They just run a bunch of tests, do a bunch of experiments, and after all that, she’d still be flat. What she needed was someone to take care of her.

Leon hiked up his bag and walked to his house, deciding it would probably be best if he didn’t tell anyone what had happened to Jenn. He’d take her home, wash her, iron her, make her comfortable. Maybe someday he’d figure out how to restore her. Maybe someday he’d start trying.

Leon thought back to how he’d always wanted an electric blanket, and smiled.

Story three: Leon looked down at what used to be his business partner, Jenn. They’d been running this bakery together for years, and he’d warned her that the automatic cookie machine was dangerous. Jenn’s mangled clothes, still caught in the blades, indicated that she’d gotten caught in the machinery. All that was left of her was a huge pile of snickerdoodles on the counter. They smelled delicious, with just a hint of Jenn’s odor.

Leon examined them more closely, occasionally noticing a familiar feature: cinnamon that mimicked her freckles. A nipple-shaped cookie. A cookie with a belly button.

Leon placed one in his mouth. He’d never tasted anything so delicious. Sweet, soft, and mouth watering, just like Jenn. With a regretful sigh, he piled the pieces of Jenn onto a platter and took it out to the main showroom with the rest of the day’s specials. There was no way he was going to let her go stale.

Story four: Leon looked up at his friend Jenn. He should have known better than to let her order those weight loss pills off the internet, but she was insistent. Well, they’d obviously backfired. She was vague when she’d called him, but somehow they’d worked in reverse. She must have gained a thousand pounds overnight. Apparently quite quickly, as the tatters of her clothes still hung off her body.

Leon walked around his embarrassed friend, shaking his head. She was almost spherical in shape, with her face, fingers and toes barely protruding from the rolls of fat. Only her boobs truly emerged from the rest of her body. Each was now the size Jenn used to be.

“Well, so much for the quick and easy method,” laughed Jenn, uncomfortably.

Leon hated to be an ‘I told you so,’ so he kept his comments to himself. Instead, he laid a hand on what used to be Jenn’s hip.

“Well, it’ll take you years to lose all this weight, and that’s if you really put your mind to it. You might not think it’s worth it at this point.”

Jenn tried to shrug, but her shoulders were buried under layers of fat. She was completely helpless.

Leon continued talking. “Here’s what I’m going to do. I’ll rent a truck to haul you back to my place. I can keep you in my basement, fix it up for you. I’ll take care of you, hose you off when you get dirty, feed you, see if we can work off some of this.” He tickled her belly, causing Jenn to laugh and the walls to shake.

“Thank you, Leon,” Jenn said with much gratitude.

Leon wasn’t as selfless as she might have thought. Now that she couldn’t move, she was at Leon’s complete mercy. And who’s to say he wanted her to shrink? Maybe she could gain even more weight. As Leon went to search for a freight company that hauled cattle, he remembered how Jenn had once foolishly told him where she was ticklish. He’d soon get a chance to see if that was true. Every night, if he wished.

Story five: Leon looked into the hot tub, at the bubbling, freckle-colored liquid that used to be his friend, Jenn. He’d warned her not to crank the heat up too high, but, as usual, she hadn’t listened. He’d heard her calling for help, but didn’t arrive until she’d already melted. Leon sighed, and turned her down to a slow simmer. When she’d cooled a bit, he reached into the tub and retrieved her empty swimsuit, savoring the feel of her liquid skin.

Leon couldn’t begin to think of how he could restore her. If he turned the heat all the way down, she’d probably set like a huge Jello. If he froze her, she’d be a popcicle, in danger of shattering. And if he left her like this…

Leon smiled, removed his trunks, and slid into the tub. His friend’s body covered him completely, happily bubbling. It was a good feeling.

Story six: Leon looked over to Jenn’s side of the bed and pondered at the thing that used to be his girlfriend. He’d warned her not to make fun of that Gypsy woman, but now it was too late. Last night, when they’d gone to bed, she was a normal looking, somewhat overweight, woman. Now, she was nothing but a belly.

Literally. About three feet long and two across, she was a human tummy, her only remaining features being her naval and some freckles.

Leon laid a hand on her warm flesh. She was still breathing, but the in and out motion of her belly appeared to be all she could do any more. There didn’t seem to be any bones or muscle behind the skin, either, just pure fat.

Leon ran a finger over Jenn’s belly button and she jiggled. He leaned back, using her as a pillow, and pondered. Now that Jenn was nothing but fat, what was to become of the two of them? They were supposed to be flying off to Hawaii in a week, now that couldn’t happen.

Or could it? Jenn would still fit in an airline seat, maybe even better than before. And she wouldn’t have to pack anything but sunscreen (a lot of sunscreen). She could still float in the ocean, lay on the beach, and snuggle with her man.

Leon went to the nightstand and withdrew a small, velvet box. He’d have to see the jeweler about having the engagement ring converted into a navel ring.

Leon patted his fleshy girlfriend. He was looking forward to asking her to be his wife. He had a good feeling about the proposal, he could almost guarantee she wouldn’t say no.

Story seven: Leon stared at his naked reflection in the bathroom mirror and continued to sob. Jenn had warned him to stay away from her chemistry experiment, but he’d been curious.

The terrified girl in the mirror looked nothing like the hairy man he’d been that morning. Her skin was smooth and soft, the belly flat, the legs long and sexy. Her face resembled Leon’s on a superficial level, but that was all that was left of his former self.

He glanced down at the two large bags that now hung from his chest. And lower, between his legs, there was now only…

Leon jolted when he heard the front door open. Jenn! When he’d called her, his voice now soft and feminine, she immediately understood what had happened. She said it would take her a few hours, but when she arrived, she’d be able to help him. Leon ran into the bedroom to meet her.

Much to Leon’s surprise, she was holding several bags of clothing. She looked at Leon appreciatively.

“I had to guess your size, but I think I did okay. I hit a couple of sales, got you enough clothes to last you through the month. Dresses, skirts, everything. You can use my makeup until you get the hang of doing it on your own.”

It took Leon several moments to realize what she was implying. “Jenn! I need you to turn me back into a guy! I can’t wear a…dress!”

Jenn placed her fists on her hips. “Well, Linda, I don’t have the slightest idea how to restore you, and I’m not sure I would if I could. Face it, your new life starts today. Now come over here and let’s see if this bra fits.”

“I can’t wear a bra!” Leon was crying again.

Jenn decided enough was enough. She walked over and grabbed the sobbing young woman by her bare arms. “Pull yourself together, young lady! The sooner you get used to the idea of being female, the sooner you’ll start to appreciate it. Now will you put on these panties, or do I have to take you over my knee?”

Linda sobbed the whole time Jenn dressed her, but Jenn didn’t worry. Leon would be stuck like this unless Jenn decided to give him the antidote, and the odds of that were pretty unlikely. Quite frankly, she rather enjoyed his torment. He looked cute, all sad and pathetic like that.

Jenn help Linda zip of the back of her dress. Besides, Jenn thought, the old Leon had always tried to land Jenn in the sack. Well tonight, Linda was going to realize one large advantage to her new body.