Mind your Manners (Posh British Girl TG) (Patreon)

(Apologies for taking so long with releasing stuff this month I was doing the 4k celebration thing. I’m still thinking I get five stories out before the end of December. Cynthia is next. Then league champ (Who do you guys want that to be btw) and then assassin to target.)

“Yes, Mom, I promise he’ll behave…” Giselle said, eyeing you from across the room while she continued her conversation. You rolled your eyes and grumbled to yourself at her words. You really, REALLY didn’t want to go to Giselle’s family gathering, and the fact that her Mom was making sure that you’d “behave” irritated you further.

You rapped your fingers on the arm of the couch as you watched TV, trying to block Giselle's conversation by raising the volume of the television to higher levels. Even with your attempt, she seemed to be able to talk over the very loud TV…

“Yes, I’ll make sure he stays away from Grandma! I’ll see you soon!” Giselle hung up the phone and glared in your direction, prompting you to turn the TV down and acknowledge her.

“What?” You asked with a small, knowing smile.

“You know, “what.” Can you not be rude for five seconds?” she asked with her arms folded.

“Probably, but I’d have to miss your family gathering…” you explained.

“No, you’re going. If you want to be part of my life, then you have to be able to get along with my family,” She said sassily.

“Ughhhh, but I don’t like your family. They’re soooo… lame,” you said, trying to think of the best word to describe Giselle’s very traditional family. They could hardly speak without sounding like something straight out of a tropie family show. It’s a wonder Giselle managed to come out as normal as she is.

“You don’t think I know that? Regardless, I need you to come with me, please… I really need you to try and get along with them,” she begged, putting on her puppy-dog eyes and moving onto the couch with you before resting her head on your chest. Your arm found its way around her as you growled heavily, the pang of guilt in your chest telling you to go to your beautiful girl’s family gathering. You tried to suppress it with thoughts of what you were sure to experience…

The awkward greeting from her Mom and Dad upon arrival…

The random questions you were sure to get during dinner…

The uncomfortable silence that was sure to happen if they got you alone…

None of it was enough for you to tell Giselle no…

“Fine… I’ll go,” you said…

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About an hour later, you found yourself standing outside Giselle’s parent's house, your hands in your coat pockets as you waited in the cold. With a quick press of the doorbell, you could hear her Mom yell from inside. The door opened to both her parents standing there smiling. Giselle’s mom looked similar to her, though much older, her hair in a classic Karen-type style, while her dad was a dark-haired man with many grays weaved throughout. His face was more rugged and handsome than his voice would lead you to believe as he greeted the two of you.

“Hey there kiddos, good to see you. Bring it in, sweetie.” Giselle’s father said, embracing Giselle while you nodded at him with a forced smile.

“C’mon inside. Grandma and Grandpa are already here, and the food is almost done.” Her mother said, clapping while ushering the two of you in. Her Dad hovered by the door, patting your back as you walked in. Giselle slipped her shoes off as you took off your coat and hung it on a nearby coat rack. While Giselle’s Mother talked to her, your eyes wandered the walls, looking at the many family pictures they had decorated them with.

To your left were seated Giselle’s two grandparents: her grandma was small, an old raisin of a woman with white curly hair, and her grandpa could be considered the same except a tad larger.

“Hi, Grandma!” Giselle said, running over and giving the old woman a hug as you meandered behind her. “And Grandpa!” Giselle spread the love to her grandpa as you caught her grandma eyeing you.

“Why are you still wearing your shoes?” she asked you raspily.

“Oh, uh, I like to, I guess,” You answered, surprised she was even speaking to you.

“Do you see anyone else with their shoes on?” she followed with.

You looked down and realized you were definitely the only one with shoes on at the moment. It was clear that Grandma here wanted you to take your shoes off…

You were about to answer snarkily like you usually would, something along the lines of being the only one prepared if you had to leave the house quickly, but before you even had the chance, Giselle swooped in to make the save.

“Hey, sorry, Grandma, I’ll get him to take his shoes off. This is my boyfriend, by the way.” Giselle said, hugging you.

“Hmph…” Grandma huffed.

You raised a brow as Giselle pushed you back toward the entrance and whispered to you to take your shoes off, which you proceeded to do with mild irritation. It was clear Grandma was a bit of an asshole, and she was sure to clash with your asshole side if you weren’t careful.

With a sigh, you kicked off your shoes and walked to the kitchen with Giselle and into the pleasant smell of whatever her parents were cooking. It smelled like meat of some sort, maybe a meatloaf? A really good-smelling meatloaf with lots of seasoning… Your stomach growled as you looked forward to eating whatever was cooking, your mouth uncontrollably watering as you looked around for something to snack on to tide you over, but found nothing…

“Babe, can you chill out? The food is almost done.” Giselle said, catching your rummaging of the kitchen.

“Yessiree, done right now.” Her father said, reaching into the oven to pull out a perfectly cooked meatloaf.

“Ahhhh, yes. I was right,” you said, rubbing your hands together happily.

With Giselle’s mother grabbing a bowl of mashed potatoes and broccoli, you followed behind and looked forward to the free dinner you were about to get as the four of you migrated into the dining room.

With a shout to Grandma and Grandpa that the food was ready, you’d already done yourself the honor of finding your seat and filling your plate with everything that was at the table. The food was delicious the meatloaf perfectly cooked, the potatoes perfectly whipped, and the broccoli perfectly steamed.

Giselle took a seat next to you, her parents opposite, while grandma and grandpa wandered in. You could feel Grandma’s glare as she eyed you while she walked to her spot at one of the heads of the table, but it was easy to ignore while you chowed down on the amazing dinner. When everyone had gotten seated, Giselle and the rest of the family grabbed food for themselves, and as you expected, her parents started to ask questions…

“How’re things going for you both?” Giselle’s Mom asked.

You let Giselle answer.

“Things are going great. He just got a promotion at work, and I just got a raise, so money-wise, we’re doing really well,” Giselle said.

“Remind me again, what do you do?” Giselle’s Mom asked, pointing the question at you.

You grunted and shoved the food that filled your mouth to one side.

“I mwork at a cloing store and just got prommmoted to manageh.” You mumbled through meatloaf and mashed potatoes.

“Oh, that’s nice.” Giselle’s Mom said with an awkward smile.

With all the food you were eating, you started to get rather thirsty and only saw water at the table, and you much preferred something much more fizzy and bubbly.

“Do you guys have any soda or something?” You asked Giselle’s parents.

“Oh, um, I think we have ginger ale in the fridge, right honey?” Giselle's mom asked, looking to her husband for confirmation.

“I think so, yes. I’ll g-”

“I’ll get it.” You said quickly, figuring you’d save Giselle’s Dad the trouble of getting up as you pushed out your chair and headed toward the kitchen.

You pulled open the fridge and scanned the contents, looking for the fabled ginger ale Giselle’s Dad spoke of…

“Ah, there it is.” You spotted it behind a couple of glass jars of what looked like olives, pulled out one of the twelve-ounce cans, and shut the fridge. You turned and almost bowled Grandma, who must’ve been just standing behind you. You didn’t say anything, afraid of getting into some sort of argument with the mean lady as you tried to move your way around her… but she stepped in your way.

“Um, can you move?” You asked.

“You are a rude and disgusting young man. My Giselle deserves better,” She said angrily.

Her words made you mad, but not enough to say anything in response as you tried not to get into an argument. You growled and tried to move around the little woman that only came up to your chest, but again, she moved into your path.

“Listen, Grandma, I’m trying my best to be nice, but you’re making me mad, so can you get out of my way?”

“No, young man, but I’ll tell you what. You need to learn some manners, so you’ll no longer be Giselle’s boyfriend.”

“Uh, scuse me? You can’t tell me what to do. I love Giselle, and I’m not breaking up with her,” you said matter-of-factly.

“You can still love her, just as a best friend instead of a boyfriend,” Grandma said, smiling evilly. “From here on, you’ll be a foreign exchange student from Britain named Mary, a prim and proper plus-sized girl who has the utmost manners and respect for people everywhere she goes. Doing otherwise is an embarrassment for you.”

Grandma poked your chest with a bony finger after saying all this, your eyebrow rising as you wondered if there was something wrong with the woman.

“All right, Grandma, get outta my way,” you said, pushing passed her. It was clear she had some problems beyond simply being an asshole.

You sat back down at the dinner table, placed a napkin across your legs, and cracked open the ginger ale.

“Did Grandma talk to you in there, babe? Did she say anything strange?” Giselle seemed worried, her words coming out quickly as everyone at the dinner table looked at you for an answer.

“Mmmm, it was nothing.” You said, gulping down some of the bubbly ginger ale.

“Whew, okay, that’s good,” Giselle said, relieved, rubbing your back.

The return of the ginger ale caught you by surprise as you suddenly belched loudly.

“Oh dear, excuse me,” you gasped, putting your hand over your mouth in a very effeminate way. While the table actually laughed at your burp, your cheeks flushed red, and you felt… repulsive. Why? You’ve burped out loud dozens of times and never felt as embarrassed about it as you do now, the laughs of the family around you drilling deep into your chest. Something was wrong…

“Pardon me, I have to use the washroom.” You said, standing up suddenly, making sure to push your chair in.

“Babe, are you okay?” Giselle asked, concerned.

“Yes, dear, I’m fine. Remind me where the washroom is?” you asked nicely—the nice words sounding so foreign coming out of your mouth.

“It’s, um, upstairs, first door on your right,” Giselle told you.

“Thank you. Be back shortly,” You said, unsure of your words as you took your first steps up the stairs and immediately clutched your stomach as it started to grumble, your hands feeling weird and tight as you hurried yourself up the rest of the stairs. You stumbled into the bathroom, locked the door, and flipped on the light.

“Mahn why, do ah feel so weeahd?” Your voice made you pause; it sounded strange, but you couldn’t quite place what was so off about it. “Oooo, what’s happenin ta me?” You looked down at your hairy hands that gripped the sink, your tendons tight, and your veins bulging. The shock came as a gentle massage as your hands started to lose their bulging veins and hair, your palms that gripped the counter losing their width as they slimmed and turned soft, your thick fingers stretching out with fingers that pulled to points, topped with pristinely well-kept and glossy nails.

“Wot?!” The changes rode your arm like a conduit, erasing hair as it went, your forearms pudging outward with your shrinking wrists, your biceps, and triceps flexing and tightening as the skin around them swelled and filled with fat, making your arms chubby and jiggly as they wiggled around while you panicked. “Ah! Ah!”

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

“Babe, is everything all right in there? You didn’t sound like yourself, so I just wanted to check up on you.”

Your arms jumped in their sockets as your shoulders were suddenly narrowed. The fatty coating washed over your skinny shoulders, plumping them, and started to run down your body as you quickly opened the door and pulled Giselle in. Giselle grabbed your soft arms as you pulled her in and noticed something was wrong immediately.

“Giselle, somethin is happenin ta me. I’m pudgin up, and my hands are gerly!” Your strong chest and back bulged with squishy flesh as the wave of fat ran down your body, your back gaining folds where it shouldn’t have them, and your midsection swelling slightly outwards as you started to feel a bit bloated, your stomach becoming squishy as it bubbled slightly over the waistband of your pants.

“Oh my god, babe. Not just that, but, you have an accent… It had to have been my Grandma,” Giselle said. “Did she say anything to you in the kitchen?”

“Um, uhhhnnn~” you groaned, feeling the fat flow into your butt and legs. Even your knees swelled outward with some of it as your entire body turned soft. It was so hard to think. You couldn’t remember what Grandma had said in the kitchen for some reason. “I-I don’t remembah,”

Your throat had started to tighten, staying surprisingly skinny as you gulped your Adam's apple away. Your face started to buzz as small cracks on your jaw suddenly rounded it.

“Mary! Your face!” Giselle suddenly cried. “W-wait…that’s not right. I meant, uhh, babe?”

A little mole pushed out of your skin just under your lips. You could see your changing face better than Giselle could; you were the one holding it in your hands after all… and what did she just call you? Mary?! That wasn’t your name, was it? It was– it was– Mary? You groaned in mental confusion and shock as you watched your eyes turn crystalize to an oceanic blue, feeling your eyelashes billow out from your eyelids in a dark black that fluttered with each blink, your lips quivering as they swelled and bubbled up like your cheeks that filled with fat to give your face an even rounder appearance thanks to the manifestation of the two plush cherubic bubbles that were bulgy and soft to the touch under your dainty fingers.

“Ooooo…” You watched as your eyebrows flexed and arched to thinness and your nose shrink down, your hair fluffing up as it poured down your head in chocolate brown tresses, tickling the sides of your chubby face down to your neck until it poured around your shoulders down to your chest. Your shirt began to change the instant your hair touched it, the sleeves thinning to straps on your shoulders as the neckline plummeted and the bottom hem raised above your pudgy stomach, the material gaining lacy trim around your chest while it turned stretchy to easily mold around your body.

The pleasure hit like a freight train, your nipples perking up and growing wider as your already fatty chest started to grow in a very specific way. “Mnuhhhh~” You saw it as well as felt it, the skin behind your nipples wiggling rounder and distending from your body in twin bulges that started to droop and form cleavage. “Giselle! I’m nuuhhhh~ growin… bosoms!” you turned toward Giselle for her to see, your arms resting just under your breasts as the flesh started to build on top of them.

“What?!” Giselle pushed you against the bathroom door, her hands on your growing breasts as she groped the swelling things.

“Ahhh! Giselle, what’re you doing? Mmmm~ haha, this is soo~ inappropriate!” your arms were at your sides as you let Giselle fondle you, your dick springing up in your pants that were rising above your hips to just below your belly button. You felt how her small hands struggled to contain your growing breasts, your flesh bulging from under her hands as your chest ballooned to wiggling D-cups. “Ahhhn~ Giselle let goo hehe~” Your large waist pinched in at the sides as Giselle backed off, fear plastered across her face as she looked you up and down.

“Mary… this isn’t right. You were my… boyfriend. You shouldn’t have boobs!”

You adjusted your breasts in the lacy crop top feeling them wiggle around as you made sure they were settled in nicely, moaning as your back suddenly arched off the door and your hips stretched and broke out wide.

“Uhhhn~ Darling, I don’t even know anymore~” You cooed, looking down into your cleavage and pressing your soft breasts together.

“I’m serious, look!” Giselle was on you again, undoing your pants and pulling them down to your mid-thigh to reveal your cock straining against your panties? Your mind recoiled upon seeing it; you were Giselle's… boyfriend? This seemed to kick the transformation up a notch. Your ass and legs suddenly started to pack on pounds as they began to swell, your ass spreading against the door as your globe-like ass cheeks grew weightier behind you, swallowing the back of your panties while your thighs started to close in on the cock between your legs. “Mnnnuhhh~” You could feel how the soft flesh pillowed against your balls, your thigh gap closing as your legs wiggled against them.

“Please… babe… hold on,” Giselle begged as your balls puckered against your groin, your stiff cock already losing ground in your panties as you felt one of the round things enter you.

“Giselle, I’m not your mnnnnuhh~ boymmmn~ friendnnngh~”  You could feel your dick fold into you, your manhood morphing into… the vagina you’ve always had.

As your knees, calves, and feet reshaped to femininity, both you and Giselle suddenly found yourselves picking up a conversation you were just having. “Soo~ what do you think?” you asked, gesturing to your panties.

“They look great girl. Did we really need to do this now, though?” Giselle asked with a smile on her face.

“Ha, well, probably noht, but I just I was just so excited to show you. Apologies for pulling you away from dinnah,” You said, pulling your pants back over your wide hips and buttoning them up.

“Well, let’s get back out there,” Giselle said play slapping your butt to hurry you out the door.

“I’m goin, I’m goin,” Your breasts bounced up and down as you hurried out of the bathroom and back downstairs, returning to see Grandma smiling as you and Giselle sat back down.

“What was that about girls?” Giselle's mom asked.

“Sorreh, Mrs.Templeton, I just needed to get Giselle’s opinion on somethin,” you apologized.

You saw Grandma nod with a big smile on her face. As her nodding made you blush red, she didn’t know you showed Giselle your new panties, did she?! Ooo~ so embarassing…