To act as a dignified daughter... however...

The older Guyld St. Vendigeld cleared her throat, then authoritatively addressed the younger one. "Heed my instructions, Guyld. You will no longer willfully oppose your mother. You will obey the teachings I have handed down to you in all the days leading up to this day. You will be a sophisticated, discerning young lady with humility, modesty, grace, class, and refinement. You will not ask to snack whenever you feel like it, nor will you leave home without your chastity belt! You will obey... your elders without... you will be... the noble Guyld IV..."

The crowd all picked up on the obvious fact that the mother seemed to be growing sleepier with every word that she spoke, rather than the daughter. Lenore pushed forward past the crowd, wearing a distraught expression. "Mrs. St. Vendigeld, stop! You don't know what you're doing!" She called out in distress, but it seemed she was too late; the therapist's words didn't reach the groggy matron of the St. Vendigeld family. "That hypnotism talisman is blessed only to work on the weak of character, whose guilt burdens them!"

Guyld III was too sleepy now to understand the insult she was receiving. She lulled her head back and forth, drooling onto her naked breasts and belly. It seemed very much as though she'd hypnotized herself.

For her part, Guyld IV blinked both eyes in confusion, then faced the therapist with an accusatory scowl. "Lenore! I'm starting to sense that you're not blameless in this situation either...!"

The therapist smiled awkwardly, waving her hands as she tried to defuse the situation. "N-Now's not the time to discuss that! We have to stop your mother!"

The younger Guyld knit her brows, then held up one hand with her fingers pinched together. "A snap usually awakens a target of hypnotism, correct?"

"Don't!" the therapist cried, practically tripping over the long hem of the dress she'd been loaned in her attempt to reach the two and snatch her cross back.

But it was too late: Guyld IV snapped her fingers and with that simple gesture set into motion a new sort of chaos... Guyld III blinked her eyes sleepily, then stretched her arms above her head, causing her lightly sagged breasts to flop in the open air. She rubbed her eyes, then looked to the sun... then to the crowd... then to her husband... Then finally, to her own naked body. "What... Why... How?!"

Mr. St. Vendigeld cleared his throat and put on his kindest face. "Why, my dear Guyld, you fell asleep for just a moment. You and Guyld were just apologizing to one another... then we were going to discuss a fascinating new living arrangement with Miss Seste here!" He placed one hand upon Lenore's shoulder again, only to find it swatted off. He crossed the hands behind his back instead, coughing awkwardly.

The mother's eyes had finally focused on her daughters, but rather than a look of kind reconciliation like her husband had requested, or even her usual characteristic scolding grimace, she wore a look of confusion and dismay. She crossed both hands in front of her over-sized breasts to hide them from the crowd, then shifted her legs into a modest coverage of her slit. "This... This is demon magic, isn't it?! This is a doppelganger! You must be one of the demon lord's doppelgangers!" She pointed one finger towards the other in an accusatory fashion.

"Ahem, no, no... You're confused. That's Guyld IV-"

"I am Guyld IV!" The woman shouted, looking angrily at her "father" who was actually her husband. The hypnotism had worked in a way no one could have anticipated. "A-A-And what magic did the demons use to make me this fat?! And to strip me naked in the square?! This demon magic is too cruel!!" Unable to bear the indignation any longer, the matron of the St. Vendigeld family clutched one hand over her heavy bosom and the other between her legs, then ran through the crowd, nearly knocking Pardoo off his feet as she sprinted by him. Her chubby buns jiggled in the breeze as she hot-footed it towards the church. "I have to find the high priestess, or the counselor! One of them will know what to do to break this curse!" She spoke to herself out loud in a voice that sounded familiar to her, but also repulsive. It was the kind of haughty voice that had so often sneered and barked at her. "Aaaaah! Why do I sound like mom?!"

"Because you are mooooom!" Her daughter called after her, as several of the more dutiful warrior monks began to chase after their employer. For her part, Guyld IV couldn't bring herself to join the chase. It was all too confusing. She stumbled towards her father and buried her head in his chest, while wearing a dead-eyed expression. "Papa... This is too weird... I-Is this a bad dream?"

"Yes, yes... There, there... It's all a bad dream..." the man sniffled, thinking to himself how his totally "with-it" plan to be involved in a threesome with his delightfully fleshy, bisexual wife and her hot, slender, easterner side-piece seemed to be going up in smoke.

Lenore, who felt the most prerogative of anyone to stop this, lifted her dress' hem and left the St. Vendigeld family, knowing it would fall to her to cure the wayward mother of the family.

Desperately attempting to escape the crowd, the confused Guyld III didn't bother knocking on the chapel's door; she barged in by slamming it with her shoulder instead. "Clara?! Ursula?! Broooomi! Anyone! You have to help meeee! A demon cursed me and a doppelganger took my old body and now I-I'm chubby, a-and everyone saw me naked, even my mom's cute therapist!!" She pranced back and forth on bare feet, watching as the crowd approached from the town square up the main part of church street to follow her... then stopped and shivered in place, not liking the way the motion caused all of her unfamiliar curvature to shake.