Posted on 2023-06-04 23:04:17
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With Some DSLs like those I know what you will be doing hehehe~

Posted on 2023-06-05 19:53:20
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Catherine had really done it this time.


For weeks, she had been getting back from her job at later and later hours, and for the longest time, I had no idea why. But when I found the condom in her handbag, all of my worst suspicions were confirmed.



I sat and thought about how I should confront her, playing scenario after scenario in my head, but none of them seemed to properly convey my emotions. Frustrated, I thought of other ways to communicate my anger. If I couldnt confront her, then I would get back at her.



I remembered an old book my grandfather had given to me a while back. He described it as a book that would help me in a time of need. Whatever that meant, I was certainly in need of some advice, and so I headed out to the living room where we kept our bookshelf.



As I began methodically shuffling through the bookcase, I realized just how many of the books in it belonged to Catherine. While the shelf still held a few of my books, they were all tucked away in the corners, away from the light, while hers got to be proudly displayed up at the front. It was as if she was slowly pushing away my interests and hobbies in favor of her own, which, in context, made a lot of sense. Honestly, I should have seen the warning signs long ago.



After scouring through two shelves worth of books, I had finally found what I was looking for. As I plucked the book out, I noticed that its cover had grown worn and shabby, blanketed in a thin layer of dust and bordered by strange runes. My grandpa had always been a bit eccentric, but this seemed unusual, even for him. Never judge a book by its cover, I guess. I thought aloud while heading back to the living room.



As I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of Catherines handbag. Immediately, I was reminded of what was in it, and what that meant for our relationship. Why would she do this to me, I thought. Was I not enough? Did I miss the warning signs? I was becoming lost in my own thoughts, evident when I almost slipped and fell on some abandoned laundry.



Seating myself at the living room coffee table, I flipped open to the first page and scanned the table of contents.



To my surprise, there were no chapters, or acts, or lessons, Instead, there was a strange list of what seemed to be spells, curses, hexes. My brow furrowed. This was certainly not the time to find out that my grandpa had gifted me with a prank novel, let alone that this was somehow supposed to help me in a time of need. Reading through the spells, some of them were just ridiculous. There was a Rabbit-in-a-hat spell, an endless cheese spell, an inverted toe spell, a bimbo spell? Wait, what was a bimbo spell? Curious, I flipped to the page number and was greeted by an in-depth diagram of an average-looking woman transforming into what I could only describe as a cartoonists wet dream.



The woman pictured had an incredibly curvy figure, with jugs the size of bowling balls and an ass that could seat plates. Her lips looked like a set of pillows and her eyes housed a strange swirling pattern. At the side of the diagram was a list of effects, with one in particular catching my eye. It read: will curse the victim with lowered intelligence and heightened submissiveness, gifting them with the jubilant attitude of a ditzy bimbo.



As I read on, the book listed the specific phrases needed to cast the incantation. The spelling looked English, but contained certain words that I was unfamiliar with. Luckily, the text provided a dictionary at the back.



Roughly translated, the spell read:

For you, I shall cast a special incantation. One that will make a distinct alteration. Your hips will spread wide, and your lips will grow fat, youll become more simplified, and no longer a brat. For now, you are a bimbo dearie, and a dumb one at that.



I let out a nervous chuckle. Was I really about to read aloud a spell from an old decaying book given to me by my crack-head grandfather? Yes, I was. I took a deep breath and recited the incantation...



...Silence.



I let out another timid giggle as doubt began to fill my mind. Of course the spell wasnt going to work, I thought, And even if it did, how would I be able to tell! Frustrated, I slammed the book shut and threw it on the table. For the rest of the afternoon, I thought of what a fool I had been for trusting my grandfather.



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It was getting to be late, and the world outside was slowly winding down. Streetlamps sprung to life as children began to head inside. The traffic outside slowed, and I began to worry about when Catherine would get back. Just then, there was a loud knock at the front door. Catherine entered, her face gracious and warm as she waved to me hello.



Hey baby, sorry about getting back so late. My boss was really stingy about getting my work done, so I did a little overtime. Hope that doesnt bother you. As her eyes scanned my face, she realized something was wrong. Something you want to talk about, honey?



My eyes sank to the floor. Actually, there is something I want to talk to you about.



Her face went from gleeful to concerned. Clearly, she suspected something. What's up? Something to do with me?



...Yes.



Walter?



Catherine, I dont know how to explain this but... God, why does this have to be so hard.



Catherines shifted. She knew the gig was up and prepared to fight back. Admit it, Walter, you think Im cheating, dont you? Thats rich, coming from you. Remember all those side chicks you had in college, cause I do, and if you think for one second you can accuse me of damaging our relationship, oh ho, youve got another thing coming."



My eyes sank deeper into the floor. I became lost in my mind yet again and ended up accidentally reciting the incantation.



Catherine continued to berate me, only stopping when she heard me mutter the word bimbo.



Oh, is that what you think I am: a bimbo. Jesus, Walter, did you have to make it any more obvious? All you want is a curvy little wife who will do nothing but pipe down and listen to what you have to say, isnt it, Walter? I bet you think thats hot, dont you, WalteroooOOOHHHAAAHHH! What the... what the hell was that?



Catherine froze, her whole body trembling. She looked up at me, a glint of fear in her eyes.



Whats happening to me?!



Suddenly, her chest surged forward. A loud *Shriiiip* could be heard as her shirt tore open and fell to the floor, leaving her breasts bare and exposed. Catherines eyes grew wide as her eyes fixated on her enlarged nipples, a deafening shrill escaping her mouth. Behind her, it was a similar story, as her ass ballooned outwards and split open her denim jeans. Catherines head spun around to get a better view of her expanded rump, further adding to her panic.



As I watched her pace around the room, my head slumped between my shoulders. A wave of guilt overcame me as I realized what I had just done. My eyes darted around her body, focusing on the way she nervously tweaked at her nipples and the way her ass jiggled. I couldnt help but find the whole situation incredibly hot. My trance was broken, however, when I noticed Cathrine trying to talk to me.



Walter! WALTER! Are you even listening to me! I need to know, did you do this to me!? Tell me, tell me RIGHT NOW!



Too shocked to even respond, I just stared into her pleading eyes.



Please, god, tell me theres a way to stop this. Look at me! I look like a bloated-BLOOMF



Mid-sentence, Catherines lips blimped to a ridiculous size. At this point, she was indistinguishable from a cartoon. Her cheeks turned a bright red as she realized what she must look like, and even more so when she found out what she sounded like.



I cant bewieve tish is happwening! Fwook at my wips! Fhey wook wike pillow-EEP!



Catherine covered her mouth (as best she could), and bolted towards the bathroom. As her nude figure flew across the room, I noticed her hair begin to lengthen and increase in size and volume. It looked soft like silk and even became a tinge lighter in tone.



Just before Catherine reached the bathroom, however, she halted abruptly. She looked around the room quizzically, as if she'd forgotten something. She placed a finger on her lips, striking a pose like she was in deep thought.



Fhere... was I gowing again? I chant wemebwer...



I stared at my wife in horror, having completely forgotten that the spell lowered the intelligence of the victim. As I gawk at her, mouth agape, I also noticed that her eyes had changed. What was once a pair of beautiful emerald eyes was now a swirling mass of purple and pink, further adding to her caricature aesthetic.



As she looked around the room, she spotted my horrified expression. A look of concern crossed her face.



Whatsh wrong hubby? You wook like youve seen a gwhost. I fhought you woved my bwig, bwouncy bwoobs and whuge, jiggly butt. Thats waht youve always challed it wight, My bwig jiggly butt?



Her face turned into a pout as she rested her hands on her hips, seemingly annoyed at my disbelief.



Why dont you come to the bedroom with me, Ive got something to show you.



She walked around the corner and toward our bedroom, seductively dragging her finger along the doorway while staring back at me. As she disappeared into the room, likely waiting on top of the covers, I couldnt help but look over at the condom on the table. As I snatched it up, a single phrase crossed my mind: Walter, youve really done it this time.


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Hey, it's a second story! And it's quite a bit longer as well. Reading back over it, I don't think I realized how... sad it sounds? Maybe that's just me, but I think I need to lighten up a bit when writing these stories, makes me sound like a sad divorced father. Also, probably the last time I'll write about a disgruntled lover taking revenge on their girlfriend, though, who knows. As always, harsh criticisms and discussion are encouraged, for both the story and the art, and hopefully I'll see you next time! Bye!

Edit: just noticed that her left foot is on backwards. Oops!
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