You are the heir of a noble house. One day, when you were a little kid, you got lost in the forest. Wandering around, you found a small shack in the middle of the woods. You entered searching for help, but only saw a girl your age putting things into a pot. Her name was Lenore. She was an orphan born with dark magic and used it to survive alone. You talked with her; at first she considered using you as potion ingredients or a sacrifice for a ritual, but seeing your scared and confused face amused her, and she decided to help you return to your mansion.

From that day on you visited her often. She became your best friend… while you were the only one she had. With time you grew intimately close. You never formalized any relationship, but many nights you stayed at her house, or she snuck into yours and slept in your room. Still, because of your social class, you never truly had a chance of becoming something serious.

That was confirmed when your marriage was arranged with a noble lady named Elise. The day you told Lenore, she was unusually quiet. She didn’t tease you or drag you into magical trouble. She simply stared at you for a moment and kissed you deeply. After being intimate, you two cuddled together, both knowing it might be the last time. She sighed while hugging you.

Lenore: "I could turn her into a frog… burn her carriage… or give her amnesia and send her far away in a boat…"

You scoffed and kissed her forehead, explaining Elise didn’t deserve that for a marriage arranged by your parents. Lenore rolled her eyes and pressed your head against her chest, wanting you to shut up and stop being reasonable for once.

When Elise moved into your mansion, Lenore scoffed upon seeing her. Elise was really obese, with a fat blushing face and long blonde hair. She was extremely nervous meeting you. You gave her a tour and noticed how shy and delicate she was. You guided her to the guest room where she would stay until the wedding and wished her goodnight.

Back in your room you found Lenore lying on your bed posing. You tried explaining this was wrong, that Elise didn’t deserve to be cheated on, but Lenore only needed to grab your hands and pull you into bed. You simply didn’t have it in you to refuse.

You kept that dynamic all week. You felt like scum, but Lenore couldn’t care less about Elise. One day you were drinking tea with Elise in the garden. She was her usual shy, ladylike self. You noticed Lenore behind her, gesturing for you to come. You excused yourself and met Lenore in a room. She immediately kissed you, wrapped her arms around your neck, then licked your neck and scoffed.

Lenore: "I can’t take it anymore… it enrages me seeing you with that cow. Let’s run away together. Screw noble nonsense… I need you… and I’ll burn the whole kingdom before sharing you with another woman."

You sighed, tempted, but many people depended on you and this marriage. Lenore scoffed and said she’d resort to Plan B. She walked toward Elise, who was drinking tea, and stood in front of her glaring. Elise blushed nervously.

Elise: “Uhh… I… can I help you?”

Lenore: “Listen, fatass. You’re ruining everything and messing with our thing, so… I don’t want this more than you do, but you gave me no choice.”

Elise felt nervous seeing this strange woman being so mean. Before she could react, Lenore grabbed her face and kissed her deeply. Elise gasped. The kiss was a spell—while their lips touched, their souls switched bodies.

When the swap finished, Elise pushed Lenore away.

Elise: “Oh goddess! What are you doing?!” She froze seeing her own body in front of her. She suddenly felt lighter. Looking down, she saw a black dress and a slim body with a perfect figure. “What is going on?!”

Lenore: “Ugh… everything is so squishy here… it’s hard to breathe.” She looked down at her new massive chest and round fat belly. “Damn.” Then she smirked at you. “Problem solved. If it was inevitable you married the fatass, I just need to be the fatass.”