From Pushy to Big Tushy Ch 1

Story synopsis: When Rob makes the mistake of setting up his coworker Rachel with his misogynistic friend Jake, he has no idea his life is about to take a turn. His defense of pushy guys everywhere will put him to the test as he tries to keep himself intact once the pushiness is directed him - difficult since he is now his friend's dream girl.

Nothing too flashy with this story, but if you like butts then you're in the right place.

Rob

"There you are," Rachel said as I blinked, confused that I was now on a stool next to her in an eerily quiet bar. On the other stool on her other side sat my roommate and friend Jake.

Jake had bragged and guaranteed he was going to seal the deal tonight, on his third date with my hot coworker Rachel. I'd set them up a couple weeks ago. But how did I get here?

I looked around and noticed every patron but myself and Rachel (Jake included), were frozen in place.

"Rob, I can't believe you vouched for this asshole." Rachel complained, looking at me with disgust. "He just got mad at me for still wanting to take it slow tonight and went on a rant about cat ladies. He's a pushy misogynist. How did you think we'd be compatible?"

"Well, er. . ." I stumbled, still confused at the situation but finding it difficult to question the oddness. "You're an accountant, and he's, uh, in finance, and uh. . . he's good looking, and you're good looking. . . " I started lamely, searching for justification. She looked angry. "He's nice, girls love him!"

I didn't tell her that all three girls he'd dated in the last year had dumped him for being too controlling. I didn't take it seriously, girls always said that when they broke up with a guy. I'd been accused of it myself multiple times.

The fact that we'd both used the same pushy tactics in college to score girls was irrelevant.

But the truth was I hadn't really thought they were compatible and I'd only set him up on this date because he'd done the same for me with one of his exes.

"Nice guy, huh? He just said anyone who didn't vote for the new fascist government is a moron, and that women should just keep their legs shut if they don't like the new policies on birth control and abortion. I can't believe you wasted my time with him."

"Hey, I might not agree with his politics either but any girl would be lucky to date Jake!" I defended him, not willing to admit I'd lied to her.

"Is that so?" Rachel smirked, quirking a lip. "Then let's see what kind of girls he really likes. No peaking, Rob." Suddenly my gaze was locked on Jake and I couldn't look anywhere else.

She snapped her fingers once, and Jake started out of his frozen state. She snapped again, and his eyes fuzzed as if he'd gone instantly from sober to drunk.

"He'll tell us the truth now, and won't remember any of this." She cleared her throat. "Jake, please describe for us the ideal woman."

He swayed slightly, eyes blinking. "She's uh, really pretty. Girly, not a tomboy, with a perfect pair of DSLs." I felt my face tingle and go numb, especially in my lips, before feeling returned. "She's kinda short, maybe 5'3," The bar seemed to grow around me ". . . and younger than me, like 19 or 20. She was a late bloomer in high school and is still really innocent." Jake and I were the same age, 31, but now I felt a flush of energy as the years ticked from me

Jake was really getting going now. ". . . and she's thicc! Not fat, though. A skinny waist but juicy thighs with a really fat ass. Real baby making hips." The seams on my jeans strained and popped, and I rose on the stool as if a pillow had just been put beneath me.

Jake kept going, clearly under the spell. "She'd have a nice pair of tits, not too big but not small either." My chest tingled, felt warm, and then felt as if two new weights pressed down on it.

"She sounds like a knockout, anything else?" Rachel asked, leadingly.

"She's a redhead! With long hair!" Jake exclaimed. "Those are my favorite." My hair vibrated gently, then a reddish curl fell into my vision before Rachel helpfully tucked it behind my ear.

"Since she graduated high school without a real boyfriend, she's kinda been desperate for male attention, even though she's still a virgin."

If I could have seen into Jake's brain, it would have revealed an innocent-looking but beautiful girl with red curls, still wearing her letterman jacket from highschool.

"She's just picky and hasn't found the right guy." He paused. "And she's gotten a bunch of tattoos, to try to get rid of the innocent persona she had in high school."

"Ouch!" I whispered, unable to speak loudly. My newly narrow back, my neck, the center of my chest, my shoulders to all the way down my arm to my left wrist, and even my fingers on both hands burned briefly in pain.

"And what about her personality? College? Job?" She turned to me before he could start in again, and whispered. "I think it will be more fun if you don't hear this part." She snapped her fingers and suddenly I couldn't hear what Jake was saying, though I saw his mouth moving. I wasn't a lip reader, unfortunately.

If my hearing hadn't been stolen, I'd have heard Jake say all this:

"Ah, she's a submissive at heart. And not as smart as me, but she would actually listen to me, you know?" He paused, like this was important. "I'm sick of all these 'independent women' that ignore reality and what men think. She'd take everything I say seriously, and think about them until she realizes they're true. She would rely on me to make most of the decisions." He said.

Rachel gave me a look that said 'See?' but I hadn't heard any of that. I pointed at my ear, shrugged, and she smiled apologetically.

I felt a buzz in my brain as my thoughts congealed slightly, and most of my assertive confidence was ejected. I felt drunk, my synapses popping.

"She's definitely not one of those liberal feminist types, or a girl with lots of student loans. No guy wants to help help pay off that shit." Unseen by me, a loan account recording my remaining $61,000 in student loads disappeared into the ether, along with my degree in Accounting. I felt another buzz as all knowledge from my time in college fled.

"I don't care what she does for a living, I'd make most of the money anyways. Something where she has to look pretty all the time, I guess, so she never looks like a slob." I felt my eyelashes become heavy, my lips waxy, and a smell of a variety of other cosmetics tickled my nose.

Rachel snapped her fingers as he finished, so I heard her say in a stage whisper: "You're right Rob - I mean Rosalyn - he's a real catch. Not for me though. Maybe you can date him? I think he'd be interested. . ." She winked at me then stood.

Rachel snapped her fingers again once, then twice. The cacophony of the busy bar suddenly burst into place around me, and Jake blinked as he slowly emerged from his stupor.

"This has been fun guys, but I need to go. Jake, I'm sorry Rob moved out, but it's great you got his little cousin Rosalyn here to sublet. I can tell she's a little sheltered, make sure you help her adjust to the new city."

Rachel wagged her fingers at me, and I felt my face contort into a sultry smile at my friend, not of my own control. What did I look like, I wondered?

Jake nodded along, clearly as dazed as I had been a bit ago, but when his eyes fell on my smiling face he blinked rapidly to see me better. The new reality seemed to sink in after a moment as his gaze slowly focused on me. "Yeah, definitely. . . Thanks for coming out, Rachel." He smiled his most charming smile at me, the other girl basically forgotten.

Rachel leaned down to whisper in my ear, brushing aside a lock of long, silky red hair to do so. "You said any girl would be lucky to date him. I'll be back in 6 months, so prove to me he's a respectful boyfriend and I might change you back. Or don't date him, and just move on with your life. I don't care."

With that, she walked out, and I couldn't move to stop her. She snapped just before opening the exit, and I could finally move. Too late.

"Now where were we, Rosie?" Jake said, moving to stool next to me and raising his hand to order drinks.

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2 weeks since the change

Rosalyn

I looked up into my phone on selfie mode, the thick make up on my face catching my attention first. I'd spent hours today getting it right, as I'd been told it was expected in my new job.

I changed the angle, trying to understand what other people really saw when they looked at me. I groaned at the sight of my naked ludicrous curves, more fitting of a comic book heroine than a real woman.

"Damn it, Jake." I hadn't been able to tell him about the change, or that I was really his friend Rob, despite that I really want to rip him a new one for what his fantasies had done to me via Rachel, who is apparently a real life witch.

I was pretty sure few women in real life shared my proportions without surgery or implants, but my plush hips, ass and thighs were all natural. Not counting the magic that created them, of course.

My tattoos caught my eye, and I tried to decide which one I hated most. The one between my C-cup breasts, that drew the eye to my cleavage in anything low cut? The one on my neck, that almost looked like a permanent choker (or 'blowjob blackbelt' as we used to call them in college)? The incredibly slutty full back tattoo reminiscent of angel wings?

Oddly, I thought it was probably the tattoos on my hands and fingers that were the worst, because I was pretty sure they were the reason I'd been rejected for the office job I'd interviewed for this week. I'd had the rest all covered up, but just those were enough to deny me a respectable job. Now instead I was going to start waiting tables tonight for the first time, at the beach side cabana down the way. I needed work of some kind, and they'd hired me on the spot.

I looked at my tattoos a little longer, remembering all the times Jake had complimented them the last two weeks. He hadn't even seen them all, obviously, and I was pretty sure he was just hitting on me again.

They are kind of impressive though, I guess.

I got up and looked into the mirror as I shimmied into my top, thankful Jake was out and not around to ogle my ass for once.

He'd crudely joked that my ass was a "huge asset" and I should embrace it. starting with my new work today, making lots of tips. He's got a point, I guess, but did he need to be so crass all the time?