You live a simple, happy life with your wife Nina in a small village. That morning, you were cleaning the house in preparation for your grandmother Grenda’s visit. She would be like any other grandmother—except for one small detail: she is a witch, and a very chaotic one.

Grenda arrived flying on her broom and knocked on the door. When you opened it, she smiled broadly, hugged you, said you looked even more handsome than last time, and suddenly kissed you on the lips. You pushed her away and spat in disgust. Grenda only laughed and immediately hugged Nina, who was laughing as well. Grenda had always been like this with you: flirty, shameless, and unapologetic. She often said that as a witch, social rules meant nothing to her, and if she found her grandson attractive, she would act on it. What bothered you the most was that Nina didn’t seem to mind at all—she even found it amusing. Nina wasn’t exactly the most normal or sane woman either, but you loved her deeply.

After spending the day drinking and talking together, you yawned and announced you were going to bed. Grenda asked if she could come with you. You scoffed and left as both women laughed.

They continued drinking and talking late into the night.

Grenda: “Oh, darling, I missed talking to you. Still, I’m surprised you aren’t bothered when I flirt with our sleeping prince.”

Nina: “Oh, don’t worry. You’re a woman who knows what she wants and goes for it without caring about anything else. I actually admire that.” She held Grenda’s hands. “Besides, you don’t have a chance. He’s deeply in love with me.” She smirked proudly, and they both laughed.

Grenda: “Easy to say when you’re carried by that young, curvy body.”

Nina: “Excuse me?” She raised an eyebrow, smirking.

Grenda: “You heard me. You’re lucky I’m an old, fat woman—and his grandma—because otherwise, he’d be at my feet just like he is for your body.”

Nina: “He loves me for who I am inside. Face it, I’d be irresistible no matter what body I’m in.” She smirked confidently.

Grenda: “Wanna bet?”

Nina: “I’m listening.”

Grenda: “Let’s swap bodies and see who he chooses. Trust me, you won’t stand a chance with all this.” She squeezed her fat belly.

Nina: “Deal.”

Laughing, they stood up holding hands as Grenda cast a body-swapping spell, their souls flying into each other’s bodies.

Grenda, now inside Nina’s curvy, gorgeous body, smirked as she admired her new form.

Grenda: “Damn, I’m hot now. I’m his wife!”

Meanwhile, Nina—trapped inside Grenda’s elderly, obese body—felt her new sagging chest and round belly.

Nina: “Nope. I’m still his wife. If anything, I’m sure he won’t mind the bigger new me.”

They watched you sleep and waited for morning. When you woke up, they rushed to you and explained that they had somehow swapped bodies.

Nina: “But it doesn’t matter, right? Even in this body, you still love me.”

Grenda: “And she’s in your grandma’s body now, which would make anything intimate inappropriate. Meanwhile, I’m in your wife’s body.” She ran her hands over her new curves and winked at you.