Reality Shift - Mending the Relationship

“So, was there anything else you wanted to get while we’re here?” Mark asked between mouthfuls of his burger. His girlfriend, Rachel, took a moment to think as she pushed her own unappetising burger around the plate leaving a trail of grease behind it.

“I think I need to do some clothes shopping and get some hair stuff. It won’t take long, you know what I’m like”, she said, smiling to reassure Mark that it wouldn’t be a day spent following his girlfriend around the shopping centre as she dragged him from shop to shop, trying everything but buying nothing. “Let’s just finish this and get going”, Rachel added, picking up the burger once more.

“Sure”, Mark agreed, wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin.

Rachel and Mark had been dating for several years now, and Mark could feel things going stale. Of course, he never voiced these concerns to her, instead only thinking about them when she was quietly sleeping by his side at night. The initial ‘honeymoon period’ of their relationship had long since passed, and now Mark felt as though they had settled into a comfortable, albeit boring routine. The fire that had once brought them together now felt extinguished. It was almost as if their relationship had reached a plateau – Mark never felt as though he was falling more in love with Rachel. Sometimes he wondered if this was just how their life together would be, or if the plateau would slowly and steadily crumble until they were facing an overdue and welcome break up. Many times he had considered speaking to someone about his worries, but never worked up the courage. Neither himself or Rachel had many friends that the other didn’t know, and he was worried that word of his anxieties about their relationship would work its way back to her. He wanted to speak to someone, not just to talk through the concerns and get a second opinion, but also he had the vague hope that everyone in a long term relationship went through this, and they just weren’t able to talk about it. With their relationship stagnant, Mark was trapped by indecision.

As Mark pondered, there was a slight ripple in the air. A small wave seemed to pass over the shopping centre and everyone in it. For a fraction of a second, the reflections of Mark and Rachel in their glasses warped and shifted as another world imperceptibly collided with the one that they knew. The faint acrid tang in the air was soon masked by more mouthfuls of food, and the couple continued eating in comfortable silence as the changes went unnoticed by everyone within the shopping centre.

Rachel’s petite body began to thicken. A different version of her was rewriting their reality, bending her body to a more suitable form. Once, Mark had considered her body skinny, but now beneath her clothing the fat was bubbling and doubling in size. Her thighs grew thicker and thicker, stretching the fabric of her jeans to their limits as her fatty legs rubbed against one another, her now swollen ass filling the cramped plastic chair. The seat creaked beneath her increased weight. Rachel’s small breasts grew several cup sizes as the fat flowed into them – still not massive, but far larger than the breasts that once were perky and proud on her slim build. The fat built further, her bony arms now covered in a layer of it that jiggled as she moved, her chunky hands gripping the burger with more relish than before.

“God, this is so good…” she said, leaning back in the chair, satisfied. Mark nodded in agreement as he finished off his own meal. Rachel’s changes began to be mirrored in his own body. The small layer of fat across his gut remained, but was soon joined by swollen thighs, the fat of his rear growing until it was spilling over the side of his chair. Fleshy mounds began to build beneath his nipples, themselves growing thicker and puffier. Soon, he had breasts only slightly smaller than Rachel’s new size, straining the edge of his shirt, beneath his hoody.

Across the restaurant, the changes spread as the rift between the two realities took hold. Everyone within it grew thicker, the muscle across their bodies fading as they gave way to soft, pliable fat. Chubby fingers picked at food and a few double chins wagged as the patrons enjoyed their meals, engaging in cheerful, friendly conversation with each other.

No one noticed the changes, utterly at home in their new bodies. As Mark licked the last of the burger’s juices from his changed fingers, it was as if they had always been like this. He had no memory of being anything other than how he was now.

“We’ve definitely got to come back here again”, Mark said, smiling.

“Totally!” Rachel said enthusiastically, tidying up their plates. Mark couldn’t resist looking at Rachel’s body as she stood up. He had always found her attractive, but it was like he was looking at her curves in a new light. He dragged his eyes away from her breasts as his girlfriend continued to speak. “Now we’ve eaten, I need to go get some new hair stuff! We’re running out of shampoo”, she said, quickly looking around to see where the correct shop was. Once located, her cheeks shifted up into a brilliant smile. “This way, come on!”

Mark reached for Rachel’s hand as they walked across the shopping centre and towards their next destination. He felt his hand squeezed softly, their bodies jiggling with every step. Mark knew he was head over heels in love, and wouldn’t change anything about Rachel’s gorgeous body, even if he could.

Rachel led on, taking Mark deep into the next shop. They passed row upon row of makeup, beauty treatments, and remedies, eventually finding the many aisles of hair products at the back of the shop. Despite knowing everything in there was marketed towards women, Mark had always been proud that he had taken a healthy interest in Rachel’s hair. The many products on display were as familiar to him as his own. Rachel hummed softly to herself, tracing her fingers along the bottles, many in a soft, girlish pink. Eventually she found what she was looking for, picking up two and turning to Mark.

“What do you think, babe?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “Luscious Locksor Verified Volume?” Rachel continued, reading the names of the products out to Mark. He looked between them thoughtfully, knowing that Rachel wasn’t asking out of politeness. Mark knew that she genuinely valued his opinion.

“I think you should go for the volume”, Mark said thoughtfully. “At least, that’s what I usually get”, he added. Unthinkingly, Mark ran his hands through his hair. While he had been looking over the various products, it had grown extensively, now tumbling down over his shoulders. His closely cropped hair had grown inch after inch, growing out of his scalp in long, healthy strands. The lack of split ends spoke of a recent trip to the salon, and now that Mark thought about it, he felt like he could do with another appointment soon.

Rachel picked up the bottle, reading the details on the back. Once, Rachel would have balked at the idea of following the lengthy instructions, but now she couldn’t think of anything more luxurious. Both herself and her boyfriend somehow had memories of their time in the shower together, slowly and sensually washing each other’s hair. Rachel’s own hair grew longer and thicker, with a healthy vibrancy to it that matched Mark’s new locks.

“Great idea”, she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. The two headed to the counter to pay, with the once short-haired cashier now toying with his own hair absentmindedly.

“Where now?” Mark asked as they walked out of the shop, their new hair products bagged up.

"Could we get something to eat or drink, maybe? What about a milkshake?" Rachel said, spotting a small milkshake stand, brightly lit at the far side of the shopping centre.

“We’ve just eaten – are you sure you’re hungry and not just bored?” Mark asked playfully. He knew they both had quite the appetite – the curves across both of their bodies making it hard to ignore. Still, he didn’t mind getting something to snack on – this was their shopping trip, and they deserved to have a taste of luxury.

“Of course not! I’m never bored with you”, Rachel said teasingly, interlacing her fingers with her boyfriend’s. “Come on!” she said, hurrying off towards the milkshake stand.

“What do you want to get?” Rachel asked Mark as they looked over the menu. There were many flavours on display, the backlit menu making each of them jump out at Mark, desperate to be tasted.

“I’ll have the strawberry”, Mark said, noticing the bright pink drink in the middle of the board.

“Two strawberries! And make them large”, Rachel said, the man working the machine smiling politely at her and beginning to pour out the flavourings. Rachel tapped her card on the reader, and after a satisfying beep, soon both had the cold refreshing drink in their hands, taking a seat on a nearby bench.

Few words passed between them as they started to drink, the thick, sweet drink being sucked up the straws and into their mouths. Before Mark had held the drink he wasn’t too concerned about getting it, only getting the milkshake so that Rachel wouldn’t feel strange drinking alone. Now that he tasted the first drop of it, bursting with flavour, he knew he needed to get more milkshakes in the future. Memories flowed into his mind of many milkshake dates with Rachel in their past, his mind slowly being rewritten. Their first date shifted from a café to a milkshake bar, and now every time they got a milkshake together it was a quiet reminder of their first meeting, and the love that had grown since.

“God, this tastes so good!” Rachel said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her lips had grown puffier as she moved her hand away, fat flowing into her face. Her cheeks became more rounded, giving her whole features a gentle, almost cherubic look to them. The drink was far more delicious than it had any right to be – sweet, summery strawberry chilled to the perfect temperature: the ideal drink for a quick refreshment in a long shopping trip.

“We definitely need to come back here again”, Mark said, swallowing another mouthful of the drink. His own face shifted in turn. Although far from being traditionally masculine in his facial features, Mark’s face now showed little of what it once was. His cheekbones rose higher, his lips thickening out into a sultry pout. The stubborn remnants of his facial hair vanished as a new template was applied, leaving him with a face that was still not as feminine as Rachel’s, but distinctly androgynous. “Always reminds me of our first date”, Mark said, reminiscing.

“You were so nervous!” Rachel laughed, now sharing the memory. “It was really cute”, she said, her hand resting on Mark’s chubby thigh. She squeezed it softly, her fingers sinking into the fat. Both of their voices had risen higher, Rachel’s only slightly but Mark’s shifted up several octaves until it was a clear, feminine soprano. There was an almost husky quality now to Rachel’s voice, giving a commanding, powerful edge to her speech. Neither noticed the changes. Mark’s giggles now sounded utterly feminine as the two cringed and chatted about their earlier years together. With a final few slurps, the pair finished their drinks, the empty cups clattering into a nearby bin. They walked past the stand on the way to their next shop, their minds not acknowledging the difference in the worker there, his face now round and feminine.

“I think I could do with some new jeans”, Mark said, looking at his thighs rubbing together as he walked. He knew it would only be a matter of time before the fabric would fail and they wouldn’t be too uncomfortable to wear.

“Me too!” Rachel said, leading them towards the nearest clothes shop. Many mannequins posed provocatively in the windows, all dressed in the latest fashions. Despite never having shopped in there before, Rachel had a sudden rush of memories of her frequent purchases. The style of clothes appealed to her, and the cuts suited her large, curvy body. Mark at one point would have found it strange to be shopping for his own clothes in the shop, but as he looked excitedly through a rack of denim jeans, he saw nothing wrong with what he was doing. He found that he liked the clothes there, and was glad that Rachel and himself had many items that they could share between their frequently updated wardrobes.

“What about these?” Rachel said, pulling a pair of light blue jeans off the rack, tastefully distressed. Her own outfit that she had put on that morning – a simple t-shirt and shorts, was far from fashionable, the woman having found it too easy to just dress comfortably at this advanced stage in their relationship, no longer feeling like she needed to dress to impress Mark. Mark’s sloppy hoodies and stained trousers reflected the same unspoken attitude that he had also developed. She knew that the clothing she bought today was only being bought to impress Mark and make herself feel sexier, and the thought of it thrilled her.

“I like them!” Mark said, lifting up an almost identical pair of jeans. “But I was going to get the same – is that okay?”

“Of course!” Rachel said, delightedly. “We’re a fashionable couple – great minds think alike!”

The two headed off to the changing rooms, manoeuvring their curving behinds out of their old clothes and into garments far more fashion forward. They paid no attention to the additional weight of their bodies or the jiggling flesh that moved with each step – this was simply how their bodies had always been. In separate changing rooms, both Rachel and Mark admired their curved behinds in the mirror, each wondering if it would be attractive enough for their partner.

“What do you think?” they said in unison as they left the cubicles, laughing at the coincidence, their voices now hard to tell apart.

“I love them!” Mark said, looking at his girlfriend, posing cheekily against the doorframe of her cubicle. “They really suit you. Shows off everything I like to see!”

“God, you’re such a flirt!” Rachel said, faux-embarrassed. “Yours aren’t bad either. Let’s get changed and get back to shopping, I’ve got a lot more I want to get!”

Mark did as he was asked, changing back into his old clothes inside the cubicle, with Rachel doing the same. Mark’s scruffy hoody, once impossible to separate from him, was nowhere to be found. In its place was a hot pink button-down shirt with a heart pattern repeated across the thin fabric. The buttons only started halfway down the neckline, leaving ample room for a chest far larger than Mark’s was. A part of him recognised the clothing as for a woman, but Mark couldn’t help himself from sliding his arms into the holes and fastening up the buttons. The low neckline and soft fabric made it clear the gender of the intended wearer, but Mark struggled to view them as gendered – they were just his clothes, after all. He remembered buying the shirt with Rachel several months prior. His underwear grew softer, fading from a comfortable cotton to the most delicate of silk, some dainty lacing surrounding the edges.

Inside Rachel’s changing room, her own grey shirt grew larger and loose, the sleeves vanishing as they formed into strong, supportive straps, as if in preparation for her breasts which were still swelling more with every moment.

“Looking good!” Rachel said to Mark as they both exited the changing rooms. “Now if you don’t mind, I need to get a new bra – my old ones have been a bit uncomfortable recently.”

“No worries at all, I love bra shopping!” Mark said honestly. Memories formed of the many times they had gone shopping together, weighing up the balance between looks and support. The couple soon navigated themselves to the underwear section, and Rachel buried herself amongst the many bras on offer. Her tiny hands pushed the smaller cup sizes aside to get to what she knew she really needed – the perfect fit. As she rummaged through, her breasts grew massive. They soon filled out the bra she had been wearing, almost spilling over into a deep, enticing cleavage. The fabric of her vest top was stretched out as her huge tits reached their final monumental size, the outline of her nipples barely visible through the thin fabric. Rachel finally found what she was looking for and ran her fingers over the large, supportive cups.

“Perfect”, she said, adjusting her posture as her once petite body adapted to the strain of the weight.

“Sorry, are you waiting to be measured?” One of the shop workers asked Mark as he stood separated from Rachel. The woman smiled at him, approaching slowly, holding the tape measure between two fingers.

“Oh, I don’t-“ Mark said, trying to think of the right thing to say. He looked down at his chest, seeing the breasts that were now there as if they always had been.  “I mean, I’ve not been measured before.”

The woman nodded her head slowly.

“That’s absolutely fine! I’ll run you through it!” she said, gesturing for Mark to follow her to the fitting room beside them. The woman paid him no mind as he prepared to be measured. It was as if he had done this a hundred times before.

As the tape was slipped underneath his breasts, it kept having to be adjusted between the woman’s fingers. Mark’s breasts were growing rapidly, swelling like two ripe melons over the tape. They finally stopped growing as the woman measured Mark’s cup size, muttering assuredly to herself. Neither noticed the dramatic shift in Mark’s chest, even with less space in the cramped fitting room. The woman’s own breasts were swelling larger, stretching out her uniform, but they weren’t comparable to Mark’s own, the heavy mounds looking as though they were about to spill out of his new pink top. The woman finished, grabbing a small notebook and jotted down the measurements.

“What did you say your name was again? If it’s your first fitting you’ll probably forget it!” she said, smiling sweetly.

“Maria”, the woman who once was Mark responded, taking the note with a polite nod. The rift between the realities was widening, and the changes were growing more and more undeniable. “Thank you so much!”

“Maria! That’s a pretty name! Suits you, as though you chose it yourself”, she said cheerfully, exiting the fitting room.

“I did, actually”, Maria said, smirking. The other woman blushed red with embarrassment.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t be!” Maria said, laughing.

“Well, let me know if you need anything else!” she said, relieved, adjusting her own larger bra to accommodate the added weight.

Rachel rounded the corner, carrying her new bra.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you”, she said, linking arms with her girlfriend. The two women began to walk out of the underwear section, glad to be within touching distance once more. “You know, they’ve got a sale on some makeup at the moment. What do you say we have a girly night in?”

Maria grinned at the suggestion, knowing what it would entail. As a transwoman, she was glad that Rachel had guided her through some of the awkward questions she had had about femininity. Makeup and fashion had once been impenetrable bulwarks to her, utter barriers to making her feel comfortable in her own skin and tackling the dysphoria that had at times threatened to consume her. But years back, Rachel had guided her forward and into a better headspace. Their close friendship soon grew into a nervous, then intrepid relationship. Now, they were inseparable. Rachel couldn’t view Maria as anything but, new memories taking over her as her sexuality shifted to love the curvaceous transwoman on her arm.

“Look!” Rachel said excitedly, unhooking her arm and running over to the lipstick stand. “Just my colour!” she said, twisting open the tube and placing it up against her skin. Maria turned apologetically to the beleaguered shop worker trying to clean down the stand.

“Sorry – do you mind if we try before we buy?” Maria asked sweetly.

“Of course! Go ahead”, she responded. The woman was a beacon of feminine beauty: classical good looks emphasised by subtle, professional makeup. Her face was an advertisement for the products she was selling, and it was clear that she had many loyal customers.

Maria and Rachel soon lost themselves in giggling, girlish bliss. Lipsticks were tried, denied, and revaluated, foundations were sampled and examined, and soon they had experienced almost everything the makeup section of the store had to offer, with several handfuls of the latest beauty products to show for it. Though once both would have found it impossible to apply makeup with such speed and precision, the muscle memory had flooded into them. Both remembered putting on a heavy face of makeup each morning, trying not to peek at what the other was doing before the look was complete. The makeup was just another game they played with each other, teasing each other with bolder and bolder looks, sampling which special combination of styles and products the other would find most attractive.

Eventually, the women’s faces reached their final looks. Both took great pleasure in trying and reapplying winged eyeliner, their eyelashes growing longer as they did so. When they applied foundation, any last blemishes vanished from their skin, leaving it soft and sensitive. With some highlights, the roundness of Rachel’s face was lessened, and the more pointed features Maria now wore confidently were made all the more prominent. With high cheekbones and a thin, tapering nose, there was no trace of masculinity left in Maria’s face, just pure womanhood – just how Rachel liked it. With a final application of pink lipstick, the two were satisfied.

“Thoughts?” Maria asked, looking at her face from an angle with a mirror.

“I love it!” Rachel said, blowing her lover a kiss. Maria grinned, resisting the urge to bite her lip and smudge her lipstick. Within her underwear, her cock twitched in excited pleasure. “There’s just one more place I’d like to go and then we can head home”, Rachel said, the final two words carrying an extra sultry suggestion to only Maria and herself. Maria took her hand, letting Rachel lead her deeper into the shop as she imagined what the night they had together would have in store for them.

“Lingerie”, Rachel said enticingly as they reached their final destination. The darkened corner of the store was decorated beautifully, with purple silk drapes hanging from the walls and long curtains suggesting discretion and delight. Maria couldn’t help herself, soon spying a bra and panties set she was desperate to try on. Before Maria could grab them, Rachel spoke softly in her ear.

“You know they’ve got couples changing rooms here?” she said, quietly.

“They do?” Maria asked conspiratorially.

“That’s right. I think they’re so husbands can have a more discrete look at their wife’s choices, but I don’t think we’ll be needing them for that.” Rachel teased, squeezing Maria’s wrist gently. “How about we both pick something that we think the other will enjoy, and we get changed in the same room. No peeking, of course. Then, we turn around and see if we’ve made the right choice. How does that sound?”

“That sounds like a dream”, Maria said, feeling her member getting harder as she thought over Rachel’s plan. It was risky, reckless, but undeniably sexy. The thought of them getting caught inside the store made it all the more exciting.

“In that case, I’ll see you in the changing room, babe”, Rachel said, smirking. Her hand lingered on Maria’s wrist for a moment, the other woman trailing her arm after her as she walked away, as if hinting on the touches yet to come.

Maria wasted no time in finding the perfect outfit. The black silk bra and panties was ideal – albeit too small. Meekly, she asked one of the staff members if they had it in her cup size, and it was soon brought out to her. Black silk with faux-leather straps, with a tiny decorative love heart between the cups. It was perfect. She only hoped that Rachel would agree. She made her way to the couple’s changing room, where soon after Rachel joined her in muted silence.

Despite the changing room being made for couples, it was a struggle to keep their bodies apart, both from size and through desire. Maria kept her eyes firmly planted in one corner of the room as Rachel did the same, making sure there was no chance of either of them spoiling the surprise. Maria squeezed her large breasts once they were wrestled inside the cups of the bra. It did little to cover them, the fabric straining with the weight, but she knew that Rachel would find the look delightful. As Maria slipped her curvy legs into the panties, another, final change swept over her, the realities fully integrated. Her penis receded inside of her, alongside her testes. In their place a wet slit formed, flaps of flesh soon growing into the folds of a vagina around it. New memories seized her – her thoughts of being a transwoman vanished as the reality settled. Memories of having her first period, of the endless talks from her parents about motherhood, all were planted deeply into her psyche. Maria was a cis lesbian and had never known anything else.

“Ready?” Rachel’s voice said behind her, barely a whisper.

“Ready”, Maria said, beginning to turn slowly.

Rachel, her lover, smiled at her in the dim light of the dressing room. She was dressed in a corset, the tight garment squeezing her waist thinner and making her curves looking all the more extreme. Maria hadn’t known how much she had longed to see Rachel in a corset until that moment but couldn’t take her eyes off of her body. From the awed silence of Rachel, she knew that her girlfriend couldn’t either, clearly soaking in the view of Maria’s large breasts barely contained by the bra and the small bulge of her pussy.

“Babe-“ Maria said, trying to fill the silence. Rachel filled it for her. Her large lips were soon on hers, kissing and sucking at each other as they had done for years of passionate love. Maria kissed back earnestly, feeling a slight jolt as their teeth collided. Their tongues interplayed with each other, writhing in each other’s mouths. Rachel’s arms were at her waist, then drifted lower, squeezing her ass and forcing their soaked pussies only inches apart from each other, desperate to be satisfied. Maria squeezed at Rachel’s neck as she brought the woman’s face closer, willing her tongue deeper into her mouth. A faint moan escaped from Maria’s lips and Rachel immediately parted, a tiny bead of saliva connecting the two women’s mouths for a second before it snapped, tumbling to the floor of the dressing room.

“Perhaps we should save this for tonight if you’re not able to keep quiet”, Rachel teased, placing one long finger over Maria’s lips to playfully silence her. Maria blushed quickly. She had been thinking of their date tonight all day and this surprise encounter in the changing room had turned into a sudden release for her.

“I think that’s a good idea, Rachel”, Maria said. “Let’s get changed and go pay”, she added, hoping to get this shopping trip out of the way as soon as possible so that they could go back to spending their quality time with one another.

As the women left the shopping centre and headed home, the rift in reality closed. They drove back to their happy life together, with no thoughts of their once precarious relationship holding in this new ideal reality. Maria and Rachel truly enjoyed each other’s company, supporting each other through life’s ups and downs and making sure they always had time to cut loose at the end of a long day. The changes spiralled out of the shopping centre for everyone affected as the realities merged. Passports and paperwork was adjusted, with memories altering so that for everyone who was changed, no one would have ever been able to tell that they were anything other than their fantastically feminine selves.

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A commission for GWW1992! A heterosexual couple are slowly turned into a pair of lesbians, madly in love, as a rift in reality takes over. 

I'll be on a short holiday from now! Expect the next Patreon story to be finished and posted in the week commencing the 27th of March. I've been run down recently (this story was written in the midst of the flu) so it's important that I take breaks. I'll be going away and enjoying some hiking, so if you don't hear from me in a couple weeks, assume the worst. 

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