Gynarchy

*Well, if this device really does change things.* he thought while wobbling his newfound fat.
*I could become much smaller than the director or other clowns.* With a dumb smile on his face, he thought about how exactly he wanted to record his wish.

»The director will pay for all those years of mocking me. No more big clown!«

Noli pressed the record button and proceeded with her act of revenge.

»I, Noli, am so massively fat and unbelievably weak that even the directors and Vladis weakness combined is absolutely no match for me. In fact in so weak that I could barely tickle them. So weak that they're too weak to hurt me. And everytime they try to do so, I'll just get smaller and weaker.«

Noli knew he wanted to be much, much weaker than any of them, but didn't think about how insanely his body would have to adjust in irder to make his wish come true.

The familiar burning sensation came back, just multiple times more intense than before. It was almost unbearable. For a full minute straight he had to endure the pain. Just as he thought he might pass out, it stopped.
Noli definitely felt different. This time he hadn't even have to look down to inspect his fat.

A young disciple must learn to serve the ladies. He should serve the ladies submissively by asking them politely whether he may perform one or the other menial service. He has to obey and to do what women say. He always has to curtsy in front of them. Especially in presence of mature women, he has to bow deeply, down to the tips of their shoes, humbly asking for a gently foot or shoe kiss. If she gives him permission, he may place a careful kiss in the toe area of ​​her pumps. So gynarchy life works!

After feeding Noli, the two of them ate their toasts, chatted a bit and drank some water. The director maybe a little too much, all those changes made his mouth dry. He headed to the bathroom, leaving Vladi alone.
He used that time to check some things on his phone.

A couple of minutes later, the director went back to the kitchen, only to find a much changed russian.

»HOLY Fungus!« the director exclaimed.

In front of him was a very small, bad-endowed and stupidly fat russian.

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A few minutes back his boredom grew, so he looked up some morphed funny clowns. First he saw a clown with a mighty belly.
»Man, what I'd give to have this...« and so he got it.
A few searches later his gaze stopped at a photo of a clown who appeared to be somewhere around 2 feet tall.
"I bet the cirector would like such a small clown, I'd do too.
Lastly, Vladi was greeted by a picture of a clown with massive fat. It looked realistically wobbly. He was holding now a 8-pack of bottles, fat thighs and fat balls the size of grapes. And those were just here most appealing features. Unlike before, he didn't want them for himself, but rather to make his life a whole lot funnier.
»The director loves it, but these fat is funny.«