Twiggy Charlotte

Twiggy Charlotte was exactly as she sounded, thin, frail and weak. She had been walking down the pier wondering if she'd ever have those wonderful curves, or womanly figures all her friends have. The fishermen had all been away that day. Talk of a magical talking fish had made it quite impossible for them to sell anything off that pier. Sure vegans didn't want to eat anything with a face, but no one, truly NO ONE, wanted to eat something with concious thoughts they could verbalize.

Twiggy looked down and saw the fins flapping in the water. She didn't pay it any mind and just mumbled to herself as she rolled her hands up in her oversize green knit sweater.

“What was that darling?” the fish said from below.

“AAUUUGGGGHHH!  Talking fish!”

“AUGH! Talking human!” The fish screamed back. “See how that feels.”

Twiggy leaned back a bit hurt. Then she stuttered, “I'm sorry, I've just never met a talking fish before.”

“And I've never met a talking pile of sticks before.”

“Hey!” she called to him angrily. Then she took a breathe, “What do you want anyways? Can't I mope in peace?”

“Well I was going to grant your wish, but I don't know if I want to now.”

“Wait a wish?”

“No you insulted my delicate sensibilities with all that fish talk.” The fish twisted and started to swim away.

“Oh please!” Twiggy called out. “I have the prefect wish,”

The fish continued to swim out farther.

“And if you grant it,” Twiggy called out, “I'll never haunt your pier again.”

The fish stopped and turned around. Twiggy couldn't see them from that far away, but going by the fish's tone she could almost feel it's eyes squint suspiciously. “You promise?” Twiggy quickly crossed her heart and put up her fingers in a scout salute. “You're not a girl scout.” the squinting tone said. Twiggy quickly put her hands into a praying clasp. The fish sighed and said, “alright”

Twiggy clapped excitedly and jumped, her jeans just barely staying on her flat hips. “I wish-”

The fish put up a fin silencing her. “I already know what you want. Here” It would have snapped it's fin, but that was practically impossible. So it waved the fins in a magical way.

The teller of this tale would love to say that a gradual swelling over took young Charlotte. She would love to say that the sweater lifted up Charlotte's legs. She would love to say that twiggy no longer earned that name as her thighs ripped those jeans into a tight pair of shorts, and the breasts ballooned outward. But that's not what happened.

There was a Poof! And she was changed, she was curvy in an instant. She coughed and waved the gas away from her lungs. She looked down at her now curvy body.

She grumbled down at the fish, “What? What did I do this time?”

Her cheeks flared red, “No one likes a Poof TF!”