Pros of the Con

A short story featured in Tales from Size Con

By Hugo Prosperio 

It was a much smaller convention than Genevive Morgana was used to, but she sat at her booth, smiling as people milled about the vendor area. She had decided to look into a convention mentioned to her by a customer she met a year prior, and found that it was indeed a convention for people who enjoyed size changing. Shrinking, growth, expansion, it was all here, and she knew that her products would sell like gangbusters.



Despite being rather unassuming, Genevive was quite an accomplished witch, taking after her mother, and her grandmother, and honestly she wasn’t quite sure how far back the lineage went but as far as she knew, being a witch was to be expected of the women in her family. She still struggled with the modern world, and how to be a witch in it, but she was starting to find a comfortable groove.



She sat at her booth and waited for a curious mortal to wander by and take an interest. She saw she had some serious competition from some of the artists and storytellers selling their wares, with not much interest in the trinkets she was selling, promising to take the user on a transformative journey out of their wildest fantasies. To many, it seemed like a cute joke, little bits, and bobs that were labeled as Breast enlargement, or growth serum, but if they only knew the power that her items held, she thought.

Sighing, she tapped away at her smartphone, something she felt was beneath her, but it did help stave off boredom when things were slow. Things did not stay slow for much longer, however. She looked up from the phone as she heard a couple passing nearby.



“Come on, babe, this is gonna be so much fun. The next panel is about expansion in comics. Dan Standing is gonna be there and he’s my favorite.” said a young man with a short cut of brown hair, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Following behind him in a slightly gloomier mood was a young woman, redheaded, dressed in a floral sundress.



“I know this is your thing, Doug, but this whole thing just isn’t my vibe,” she said.



“Come on, you promised you’d try and understand, Cait,” he replied.



“You know what, I need to get something to drink, why don’t you head to the panel and I’ll meet you there,” she said.



“Okay. Look. I get it, this is kinda strange, but thanks for coming. It means a lot to me.” he said, pecking her on the cheek.



She smiled softly and watched him excitedly move across the vendor floor to get to the main panel room.



“He seems sweet,” said Genevive with a large grin on her face, the kind of face a cat might wear when cornering a mouse.



“Oh he is,” she said.



“Not as into all the sizey stuff as him, I take it?” asked the witch. “I’m Genevive, by the way”



“Caitlin. Pleased to meet you,” she said as she approached the table. “And I’m just new to it all. We’ve been dating for a few years now, and he only just confessed this to me. Honestly, I am glad he has something that makes him happy, and I am not bothered by it, but I just don’t see how I fit into it.”

“Oh, that is a shame. Perhaps I could help?”

“Help?” Caitlin said with a curious look on her face.



“Well, it might be more fun for you to fit in with this theme, and I might have just the thing to help you out,” she said with a toothy smile.



“I don’t get it. I mean, your booth is very cute and all, and the witchy vibes are immaculate, but none of this is real, it’s all just a fantasy.” Caitln responded.



“That is true for most of the vendors here. Stories, art, and videos sell fantasies, and that’s just fine, it’s what most people are looking for…but I sell fantasies come true. I sell magic.”



Honesty wasn’t always the best policy for a witch like Genevive but now and again she found it was easier to get someone interested with a flourish of truth than with lies. More flies with honey and all that. She continued to smile as she watched Caitlin process what she was hearing.



“Okay, sure. Magic” she said, with sarcasm dripping from her tongue.



“I get it, it’s hard to believe, but I can prove it to you,” she said.

“Honestly that would be quite entertaining,” she said.



Genevive reached down behind her table and pulled out a small glass jar with a lid that had holes in it, and inside was a small man, naked, looking quite confused.



“Caught this fella trying to sneak a peek up my skirt on the train ride over to the convention floor,” she said as she opened the lid and reached in, pulling out the tiny figure, who squeaked in fear as he was lifted out.



“H…holy shit” Caitlin exclaimed looking down at the man.



“Don’t worry, he’s perfectly healthy except for the dramatic size reduction. Would you like to hold him” She said, offering him to the young woman with a chuckle.



Caitlin gingerly took the man in her hand and she couldn’t believe it. “He’s super cute.”



“Help me!” squeaked the tiny figure “She’s a lunatic!”



“Oh hush, you should have kept your eyes where they belong and this would never have happened” stated Genevive as Caitlin handed him back.



“I guess…you can do magic,” Caitlin said.

“I guess so, huh? So what do you say? I can help you fit in! Just like I offered, and I’ll even do it on the house since you seem so nice.”



Caitlin sat there and pondered.



“I suppose I could see what you have to offer…” she stated. “But I do not want to shrink,” she added quickly.



“No no, I wouldn’t dare,” the witch said with a chuckle as she returned the little peeping tom to his jar and screwed the lid on tight.

“Okay, so what are we doing?” She asked the witch with a curious look on her face.



“Well, you said you needed a drink and I just so happen to have this,” she said as she pulled out a small glass vial with a swirling green liquid inside.



“Just drink this and go about your business at the con and I think you’ll find you fit in perfectly,” she said, handing it to her.



“Okay, it’s not going to harm me in any way is it?”



“No, as I said, I like you and I want you to be happy,” Genevive replied.



“Thank you. Hopefully, Doug likes it,” she said with a grin as she uncorked the bottle and downed it.



It tasted very sweet, almost like one of those liquid candy products she used to eat in her youth, and it had a fake-tasting strawberry flavor that was quite tasty even if she knew it wasn’t anything remotely like a real strawberry.



“Well well, looks like you approve” Genevive exclaimed with pride in her voice.



“Oh, it’s delicious. Even if it weren’t magic, I’d be glad to drink this”



Genevive watched intently as the woman started to glow a bit. It was imperceptible to most mortals, but as a witch, she was very attuned to seeing it. A magical aura that said something was about to change.



As if on cue, the woman’s stomach started to gurgle. “Oh. wow. It’s hitting the tummy a little harder than I thought it would.” Caitlin noted.



“More than you know, dearie.” the witch said, a chuckle on the back of her throat, waiting to emerge.

“W…what?” She said as she looked down and watched her belly start to bulge out, her dress tenting a bit as her fit and trim stomach was inflating into a fat paunch, then even a gut.



As she grabbed at it, in a mixture of fear and awe, she felt tingles all over, and the changes began to spread elsewhere. First, her chest began to expand as well, becoming larger, but then a bit saggier, the weight dragging them down a bit, but it still managed to spill a large amount of cleavage out of the top of her dress.



“Hey what is going on,” she said, panic rising in her voice. She remembered the scared squeaks of the little man in the jar and she realized she was no better off than him, and being shrunk might have been preferable to this.

“You are fitting in better,” said Genevive, the cackle she was holding back finally escaping her grinning face.



Caitlin felt her ass starting to follow in the footsteps of her belly and breasts, expanding outward, getting thicker, filling with adipose, and drooping just ever so slightly. It was still a full round butt, but now it was creating quite a shelf on her backside.



“Stop it, please, I beg of you.”



“Can’t. And I wouldn’t if I could. You wanted it, you drank the bottle, and you could have walked away. Perhaps you should learn not to take candy from strangers, or potions from witches in this case.” she said, cackling even louder as she watched the woman start to widen to accommodate all the thick girth she was gaining.

Her legs were getting thicker, developing folds around the back of the knee and cankles, while her sneakers strained with the thick feet and toes trapped inside of them. Her thighs inflated going well beyond what one would consider Thunder. “Shit” she mumbled, trying to pull down her dress that was now riding up, and straining at the addition of hundreds of pounds in just moments.

 Next were her arms which got much larger very quickly, a fold of flab wobbling from the upper arm that previously had been quite toned. Her hands started to plump up, fingers getting pudgy and thick, a sight that just added to the mortified feeling Caitlin was going through.



Her face started to change too, her cheeks puffing up, and a thick double chin formed beneath it, her lips plumping to match, and her nose getting a little larger on her face. She had a very cherubic look to her now.



“I’m…fat.” she cried. “This isn’t what I wanted!”

“No, I imagine not, but think of this..you fit in quite a bit better,” she said as she watched the woman's dress start to stretch and expand into more of a mumu than anything, still keeping the pretty floral design, but now much better suited for her corpulent frame. Her shoes expanded a bit too, giving her fat feet room to breathe.



“Honeybun!” came a cheerful voice from ahead. Doug was running back over towards her. She panicked.

“He can’t see me like this!” she thought. But it was too late, and her boyfriend bounded over. He again gave her a quick peck on her much larger cheek.

“I got us the best seats for the panel. You gotta come, it’s gonna be a great time. And after we can go to the weight gain panel, I know you want to go to that one.”

She gulped. He didn’t notice that something had changed. This seemed normal to him, which was quite dismaying.

“I’ll uh…be right there. Just gotta catch my breath,” she said, kissing his cheek back before he left. She turned to Genevive.

“Isn’t that sweet? He doesn’t even see a difference. See, you not only fit in at the convention but to his fantasies. t. I should charge him for my services if I am being honest.”

“Is this my life now?” Caitlin said with a nervous look across her chubby face.

“It is for this weekend. Go. Enjoy the convention with your boyfriend. Have a good time. Eat lots of greasy convention center food, you’ll find you love it, then…when the convention is ending, come find me, and…maybe…I’ll turn you back.

“Uh…okay. I’d better get going before he suspects anything,” she said, cursing herself for even agreeing to take a sip of that potion.

“Have fun!” the witch said, waving as the chubby woman waddled away, finding her new weight hard to maneuver with a new center of gravity and thicker thighs. “Just don’t have too much fun” she added to herself “or you might forget that you weren’t always a porker”

The convention had barely begun and already she had gotten her money's worth. It was going to be quite the weekend.