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Hello reader. So you want to be in one of my stories, eh? Sounds good to me, but I'll need some information first. What's your name: (input-box:2bind $Name,"===XXXX===","Put name") How tall are you? (input-box:2bind $Height,"=XX=","How tall? Put in form of Ft'in") What is your hair color? (input-box:2bind $HairColor,"===XXXX===","Hair color") What is your eye color? (input-box:2bind $EyeColor,"===XXXX===","Eye color") (set: $Age to (prompt:"How old are you?", "")) (set:$Age2 to (num: $Age)) [[Next->Story options]]

Perfect! Now that I know a little about you we can proceed with setting you into a story... but which one will you choose? [[Even Witches Are Fans (Taylor Swift)->Taylor Swift]] [[The Perfect Dance (Emiru)->The Perfect Dance]] [[Cursed by the thread (Bryce Dallas Howard)->Cursed By The Thread]] [[500 Watcher Special (Neekolul)->500 Watcher Special]] [[Asshole Wizard Roomate (Corrina Kopf)->Asshole Roomate]] [[Watched Too Much (Justaminx)->Watched Too Much]] [[This What You Wanted? (Pokimane)->This What You Wanted?]] [[Girlfriend Mix-up Fully Illustrated (Whore)->Girlfriend Mix Up]] [[The SupaHot Pill (Nympho Bimbo)->The SupaHot Pill]] [[Legit Trading (Demi Rose)->Legit Trading]] [[Forced To Fro (Black Woman TG)->Forced to Fro]] [[BYOB Solution (Billie Eilish TG)->BYOB Solution]] [[Uncle Jacks Costume Shop (Minato Aqua TG)->Uncle Jacks Costume Shop]] [[Reality Rewritten (Tatsumaki TG)->Reality Rewritten]] [[Infiltrating the Sleepover (Mori Calliope TG)->Infiltrating the Sleepover]] [[The Delivery Incident(DemonDice Tg)->DemonDice]] [[Coffee That'll Change Your Life (Millie Bobby Brown TG)->Coffee Millie]] [[Sona Tg->Sona]] [[Let The Transformation Begin (Lindsay Capuano TG)->Lindsay Capuano Thread]] [[CelebTg Services (Sabrina Banks TG)->Sabrina Thread]] [[Infiltrate the Sleepover Pt2 (Gura Tg)->Sleepover Pt2]] [[I'm Not Her!...? (SSSniperWolf Tg)->Not Her]] [[Sorority Party (Bimbo TG->Party]] [[You Got Buns Hun (Black Girl TG)->Buns]] [[Life Changing Kiss (Megan Fox Tg)->Kiss]] [[Party Planning Made Easy (QTCinderella TG)->QTCinderella]] [[Can You Handle the Truth (Addison Rae TG)->Addison Dance]] [[What's Greater Than Alinity? (Alinity TG)->Alinity]] [[Getting Big (Diane, Seven Deadly Sins TG)->Giant Diane]] [[In Service (Ghislaine Dedoldia TG)->In Service]]

It was a rather ordinary day, really… the city bustling as usual. $Name was on a walk, scanning the groups of people that he walked by, the individuals chatting, giggling, and raving loudly about how exciting the Taylor Swift concert would be. Honestly, $Name didn’t even know that Taylor Swift was- “Hey! Come here!” $Name's arm was very abruptly and randomly taken hold of by a woman that definitely didn’t pass him by as he was torn across to the building side of the sidewalk and placed in front of a crying little girl that looked to be maybe ten years old and decked out in Swifty gear. The little girl's shirt read “I love Taylor Swift” with a picture of the pop star's face cut out and pasted crudely after. It was clearly homemade. “It’s okay honey… you know what? We’re about to meet Taylor right now.” Said the woman who grabbed $Name as she consoled what had to be her daughter. The woman was a rather portly-looking lady, her chubby cheeks rosy and pink from exertion or stress, probably both. Confused, $Name looked back at the streams of people that passed, wondering if any of them saw the woman grab him, looking for confirmation that the event was undoubtedly as weird as it felt… “What’s going on?” $Name finally asked. The woman quickly returned her attention to him as she stopped consoling and got uncomfortably close. She exhaled loudly and looked at $Name stoically like she’d pulled aside strangers a thousand times before and said. “Really sorry about this.” And jabbed her small sausage-looking finger quickly and forcefully into his cheek. $Name flinched back as it connected, his face tingling like he’d just been stabbed with a mild numbing agent as he reactively brought a hand to his stubbled cheek. “What the….” $Name would’ve finished with “hell,” but his jaw was trembling, his teeth clicking together as it began to move on its own “Mmmmm,” *click* *click* $Name groaned as his jaw was drawn back while his chin remained rather prominent. $Name's face undulated and shifted as he latched on lightly with both hands, his fingertips running over the rough stubble that, with each pass, became less and less present until his skin was left smooth. “Ah!” $Name gasped softly. $Name looked at the woman who stood close with her hands on her hips, watching $Name. Even the little girl was wiping away her tears as her eyes came to rest in relief on him. $Name shuffled his feet in place with his hands still on his face like he was tethered to the floor as he moved his mouth in shock and protest, but no words managed to come out. $Name's lips suddenly pursing to a pout as he felt them swell. The shifting on $Name's face was getting more extreme, his cheekbones rising and forming Cherub-like bubbles as parts of his face puffed and flattened. *snap!* *crunch!* *crackle* It sounded so loud to $Name, the sounds of his nose reshaping itself as it narrowed and shrunk, upturning at the end to form a round little bulb with pristine symmetry. “Ehhh!” $Name's cute mouth twisted in fright as he felt his eyes stretch wider, the tickle of his lashes felt with each blink as they lengthened to accentuate his foxy eyes. ‘What. Is. Happening!’ $Name screamed internally as he still couldn’t bring himself to run or shout. Everything felt so unfamiliar as he roamed his face with his hands: his skin so soft, his nose so small, his lips so kissable and plump with a weight he’d never had. Even his eyebrows were moving, the muscles shifting, leaving his brow feeling softer and less strong as the hair tapered to thin, blonde arches. *Crunch* Pain pounded through $Name as his head rounded, followed by the pleasant feeling of his ears scaling down. ‘Ow…’ $Name cringed as he grabbed his smaller feeling head. “Mom, he looks weird.” The girl said suddenly “Don’t worry, baby. You know mommy’s magic takes some time to work. This guy will 100% look like Taylor Swift in no time at all, I bet he’s even starting to feel like her” ‘Magic?! Taylor swift?! I’m turning into Taylor Swift!?’ $Name's mind reeled. Did that mean his entire face had changed into hers?! $Name looked around for anything to peer into to see his reflection and found it in the form of a steel pole that revealed exactly as he feared! $Name's reflection was distorted and stretched, but he could make out plump kissable lips, bright blue eyes, and a beautiful visage that twisted and turned with him as he stared in disbelief at himself, and it wasn’t even over! In the pole, $Name could see his hair changing, (if: $HairColor is "Blonde")[as he felt his bangs start to creep down over his forehead with a tickle.] (else:) [its $HairColor color being washed over with dirty blonde streaks as he felt his bangs start to creep down over his forehead with a tickle.] “Excuse me, Taylor?” $Name's head swung in the direction of the woman, his hair still growing as it began to drape over his ears. “Can you tell us what it’s like to tour all over the world?” Her words came with a punch to $Name's throat, it wasn’t a physical punch, but that’s what it felt like as $Name's neck slimmed and lengthened incredibly fast, his hair starting to hang at his chin as he grabbed his throat and was forced to speak with a flood of information that entered his brain. “Oh, my god. Let me tell you, touring is soooo much fun with all the cool places I get to visit and fans I get to meet like the two of you, and being able to perform in front of so many people all over the world is a dream come true.” $Name answered passionately and with a valley-girl-like inflection. $Name's voice matched Taylor’s exactly as his soft dirty blonde hair grew to his shoulders. $Name gasped at his response and looked panicked at the woman who started his transformation to begin with. “See, baby. Go ahead and ask her anything, and she’ll answer just like Taylor, even though she looks a little strange at the moment.” ‘What are you doing to me!’ $Name was angry, his mind screaming what his voice could not as he furrowed his brow in resentment of the portly woman. *cccccrack!* $Name's wide shoulders rattled before snapping inward to narrow while below his neck, a sharp collar bone rose to prominence. ‘Shit! No!’ $Name's diminished frame was only half his problem. (if: $BodyType is "Fit") [ Any puffy muscle $Name had atrophying with a smooth deflation of his limbs and chest to make his torso look waifish and androgynous.] (if: $BodyType is "Fat")[ His chunky arms applying an magical liposuction with the smooth deflation of his limbs and chest to make his torso look waifish and androgynous.] (if: $BodyType is "Skinny" ) [His already muscless arms gaining a soft layer of fat to make them soft and supple to the touch] “Taylor?” The little girl began. $Name's ears perked up at the name again, even though he was sure it wasn’t his. “Can you tell me what it’s like to be famous?” she asked. $Name shut his eyes tight in resistance as the answer to such a question pushed to the forefront of his mind. $Name remembered her time as a young girl and how she worked extremely hard to break into music. When she’d finally done it, everything changed. With the newfound information, $Name's foxy blue eyes snapped open, and he answered the girl with a smile. “ Being famous is, haha, an experience… You get followed around by people who want to take pictures of you all the time and ask you questions, but my favorite part about all of it is that I get to entertain and make music and inspire girls like you.” The little girl smiled at $Name's answer as his faded. The disturbing fact that not only was his body changing, but his mind was as well left a pit in $Name's stomach that rose into his chest. ‘Fuck, no! I don’t want to be Tay-!’ *SNAP!* An internal snap flexed $Name's lower back forward while that feeling in his chest made his nipples engorge and grow, his areola widening as the two pierced into his shirt with very noticeable bumps that left him a little embarrassed as he spoke unconsciously while covering his chest with his arms. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why my chest is…” ‘No no no!’ $Name shut himself up as quickly as he started speaking. ‘I’m growing tits! Tits I’m not supposed to have!’ $Name's mind was split between his true self and the pop star. The lines blurred between what was normal and what wasn’t as he struggled even now, watching the bumps grow and squish into his skinny arms that were rapidly becoming hairless and sensitive like his perky growing breasts. $Name's heart was pounding as his hands underwent a slimming and shrinking change in contrast to his inflating chest as his palms shrank while his fingers lengthened and grew out long glossy nails. “Don’t worry Taylor, we’re all girls here, but it was hardly noticeable with the outfit you’ve got on.” ‘Outfit? What was she talking about, outfit?! $Name was wearing a regular old black t…’ Unbelievably, $Name's black shirt was brightening it’s soft cotton turning to a more rough and firm material as the sleeves traveled down his skinny arms and became big and loose, the collar of his shirt parting as it gained a set of buttons down the center and billowed out in a loose-fitting, short hemmed button down. $Name pulled apart the collar of his shirt to see the fleshy B-cup breasts jutting from his chest, now even supported by a small bra. “Taylor, I’ve got a question.” The portly mother started. ‘No! No more questions, please!!’ $Name begged mentally as he could feel his waist tightening as she began, the skin around it pulling tight as his sides began to curve to accentuate his toned and fit tummy. “Who’s been your favorite boyfriend that you’ve had so far?” the woman asked. ‘Ehhhh…. Boyfriend?...’ The thought of his - ahh! Taylors ex’s started to pollute $Name's mind. There were quite a few of them… Joe Jonas, Harry Styles, Taylor Lautner, Tom Hiddleston, each with their own charms and skills that he really liked… *POP* In $Name's musing, his hips popped wider making him jostle and panic slightly as the cool breeze of the city began to caress his legs in an ascendant fashion, more and more of it chilling him as it climbed. A quick glance down showed $Name's pants crawling up his hairy legs to his mid-thigh, where they became rather roomy dark blue shorts. While $Name's mind continued to search for an answer to the woman's question—kisses, vacations… more sensual times… just thinking about it made $Name feel giddy enough to rock his hips from side to side in lustful reminiscence. It was enough to make him har-*SHLURP* //wet// as he settled on a certain someone. “Oh, I dunno, really…” $Name said coyly, running his hands down soft smooth thighs that were getting softer with supplemented fat, his ass swelling into a perky heart shape that was modestly hidden by his large shorts. “I think I really liked other Taylor the best. Taylor Lautner, you know who I mean.” (if: $Height is "5'0"or "5'1" or "5'2" or "5'3" or "5'4" or "5'5" or "5'6" or "5'7" or "5'8" or "5'9") [$Name's legs stretched upward as he gained inches of height, the rest of his legs slimming in contrast to his thicker thighs] (if: $Height is "5'11" or "6'0" or "6'1" or "6'2" or "6'3" or "6'4" or "6'5" or "6'6" or "6'7" or "6'8" or "6'9" or "6'10" or "6'11" or "7'0" ) [ $Name's legs condenced as his height was brought closer to the floor in sharp snaps, the rest of his legs slimming in contrast to his thicker thighs] (if: $Height is "5'10")[The rest of his legs slimmed] while his feet shrank into open-toed sandals that had taken the place of his regular sneakers. Not that $Name even realized he was wearing sneakers at this point anymore. <img alt="Taylor Swift" src="images/TaylorSwift.png"/> “Can this Taylor come to our house Mommy?” The young girl asked, which made $Name chuckle slightly at her forwardness. The mother put her hands on her hips before giving the little girl her answer. “You know Mommy can’t move the obscuring bubble, and this Taylor will need to be returned to normal eventually…”

$Name was about to fall victim to one of mankind’s greatest weaknesses, peer pressure. His friends have been relentless in their pursuit to have him download TikTok. With its promise of thicc beautiful women and endless funny videos, $Name would finally cave. On an extremely boring day, $Name was hanging out on his couch, and the thought of finally downloading TikTok on his phone was on his mind… so he did. He watched the little musical note become a clickable box on his phone and excitedly tapped into it. After activating his account, he entered the endless sea of content that was TikTok. $Name quickly experienced the wide array of trends that he’d been missing out on, the “big bank” challenge for girls with big asses and the “cereal challenge,” where you’d use someone’s mouth as a bowl for your cereal to name a couple. $Name's favorite challenges, though, were always the dancing ones. He was especially impressed with this girl named Emiru who did these awesome dances in a bunny suit. $Name watched Emiru for hours, and when he finally took a break from TikTok, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Feeling especially inspired, he decided it was his time to shine as he positioned his camera in the perfect spot to capture himself. Doing his best to remember the moves, he started to dance… ‘Left foot, right foot, sway your hips, swing your arms, and… pose.’ After some attempts, he opened his videos to review… “Ugh, this doesn’t look right at all,” $Name grumbled as he watched himself. He simply looked weird. His $Height frame moving around doing a bunch of “cute” moves just didn’t look natural. $Name wasn’t going to give up, though. He positioned the phone again for another take. ‘Left foot, right foot, sway your hips, swing your arms, and… pose.’ $Name jogged up to his phone, shirt and pants hanging quite loosely on his body. It was time for another review. $Name watched the take. In the video, it could be clearly seen that while he was dancing, he was shrinking into his clothes. His pants bunched up at his feet as he danced. His shirt became more like a dress with sleeves that swallowed his shrinking arms, and the collar drooped down as he lost height and his chest shrunk. $Name paid no mind to all that but was immensely concerned with how bad the shot was. There was so much extra space in the room! He thought he set it up perfectly, but then why was there so much unoccupied space?! He would have to go again. He set up the phone again, making sure the shot was centered and that his body took up the most space in the frame. ‘Left foot, right foot, sway your hips, swing your arms, and…pose.’ $Name readjusted the bunny ears on his head as they had shifted while he was dancing. He walked toward and grabbed his phone to review. He watched himself, seeing his old clothes morph and swim around his body as he danced. His pants thinning to sheer tights, his shirt wrapping under his crotch and over his ass as it formed into a black corset/leotard while bunny ears grew out of the top of his head and part of his old shirt split and wrapped itself around his neck and wrists to form the cuffs and collar with a bow tie respectively. Finishing with his shoes morphing into heels, pushing his head out of frame. “Ugh, another problem with the shot?!” $Name asked, upset. He was positive he properly accounted for his heels when he started dancing but must’ve been mistaken. At least his outfit looked cute. “We go again,” he set up his phone on the tripod, which he bought specifically for these videos, made sure the shot was absolutely perfect, and started to dance again. ‘Left foot, right foot, sway your hips, swing your arms, and… pose.’ $Name took a deep breath. She was starting to get a bit hot and bothered with her leotard rubbing against her pussy and her ass jiggling while she danced. Then again, it could also be all the hair she had as she pushed some out of her face and adjusted the leotard at the hips. Hopefully, she’d be happy with this one so she could post it. $Name watched as while she danced, the bulge in the leotard flattened out, and her hips swelled wider, her waist thinned and curved into her hips while her thighs grew into the tights, stretching them. As she struck the final pose, her hair grew out with a mix of black and silver down to her waist, and her ass swelled out into the leotard, pushing it between her toned bubble butt. She was happy with this take for sure, but she really wanted to incorporate more facial expressions into the dance, so she set up the camera for the final time. ‘Blow a kiss, left foot, wink, right foot, sway your hips, twirl your hair, swing your arms, shake your chest, big smile, and… pose.’ This was the one. Emiru could sense it. She giddily bounced up to the camera, breasts bouncing in the corset, as she reviewed the footage. The footage showed her hands shrinking small and dainty as she waved them around, breasts ballooning into the cups of the corset while the lump in her throat vanished as her neck thinned. Her face changed shape, becoming small and round, her lips puffed up big and red, and her nose wiggled down small and cute. As she winked, her eyes grew almond shaped, and her eyelashes bloomed out thick with mascara. Her cheekbones rose, and her eyebrows grew thin and shapely as she smiled into the camera. <img alt="Bunny Emiru" src="images/BunnyEmiru.PNG"/> This was the absolute perfect video! She was so excited to show her millions of fans this new banger of a video, smiling wide as she posted it to her TikTok for the world to see.

$Name finished commenting on the monthly comment thread transformations hoping to get a nice little story about being transformed into Bryce Dallas Howard, claiming to “love the thickness.” Little did he know he’d become much more intimate with “the thickness” than he ever hoped as he contracted a curse from the thread in that instant. He was running a little bit late for class, and he quickly closed out of DA and grabbed his things as fast as possible before leaving and locking the door to his dorm room, hurriedly making his way to the building that contained his math class. The only thing on $Name’s mind was getting there on time as he nearly sprinted through the halls of the building—quickly passing other students that were not in as much of a hurry as himself. “Nearly there,” he said between breaths as he rounded the corner where the door to his math class resided just as the professor was about to shut the door. “I’m here, I’m here,” $Name said, his last slowed bounds bringing him through the door and into class. “Barely made it, $Name,” the professor commented, clicking the door shut behind $Name as $Name made his way to his desk near the back next to the hottest girl in class. $Name paid her no mind besides a sideways glance. This girl had red curly hair, a petite hourglass body, and positively huge breasts. Double D’s, at least. $Name thought she was hot, but she didn’t ever talk to him, and since she was sat right next to him, he couldn’t really admire her beauty inconspicuously either. So he settled for giving his full attention to the professor. The class was proceeding as usual, doing some practice problems and learning about angles and whatnot. When the professor posed a challenge to the class: solve the problem on the board, and the class gets an automatic A+ on the next test. It was one $Name knew how to solve, and he wasted no time in raising his hand and marching his way to the board. After carrying the two, multiplying by the prime number, and solving for X, he looked over the problem again to ensure he’d gotten every step before circling the answer he’d come up with: 24. $Name looked to the grinning professor for any indication that what he came up with was correct. “That’s one hundred percent correct, $Name. Great job. Looks like the class gets A’s on their next test.” The class erupted in applause and cheers as a wide-smiling $Name walked back to his seat. Sliding into his chair as the professor continued the lesson, the hot girl next to $Name finally took notice of him. “Wow, $Name, amazing job,” she whispered to him. “He he, no problem,” $Name chuckled quietly. His face growing a bit hot from the attention he was receiving. “Do you think maybe I could convince you to tutor me? I’m struggling,” she asked. A little surprised, $Name answered, “ Oh uhh, yeah, I could help you out.” “Tonight?” “Sure, I could help tonight,” $Name said, growing slightly aroused, thoughts of what COULD happen running through his mind, activating the latent curse attached to him from the thread. “Then I’ll see you tonight.” She smiled and slowly returned her attention back to the professor teaching the class. $Name was all smiles, celebrating the win internally and absentmindedly scratching his itchy arm before returning his attention back to class himself. Only a few minutes had passed, but he was finding it extremely hard to pay attention to what the professor was teaching over the intense itching that had suddenly started to plague his body. Unbeknownst to him, two things were happening: his body hair was rapidly pulling itself back into his pores, and his skin was becoming more sensitive and fair. The itchiness was brutal, but $Name did his best to tough it out, resisting the urge to itch and scratch like a maniac. His efforts were rewarded as the itchiness ceased, his body hairless and skin now pasty and soft. Itchy crisis averted, $Name was able to return his attention back to class, but the curse was just getting started and began to act atop his head. $Name’s $HairColor hair was starting to gain strands of red as they recolored themselves in bunches. The patches of red spread and engulfed every strand until he had a full head of natural auburn hair. $Name’s new head of hair didn’t go unnoticed for very long before the hot girl next to him tapped his arm. “$Name, your hair hasn’t always been red, right?” she whispered. “Red? No. My hair is $HairColor.” he whispered back, confused. “Take a selfie right now,” she demanded. Thoroughly confused, $Name fished his phone out of his pocket and pressed the camera icon on the main screen to turn on the front-facing camera. ‘What!’ he thought loudly, running his unoccupied hand through his soft red locks and witnessing his $HairColor eyebrows lose their girth and quickly turn the same shade of red as the hair on his head. Panic and confusion polluted his brain as he tried to make sense of why he was now a redhead… when it suddenly clicked. Bryce Dallas Howard! The Thread! “I’ve gotta get out of here,” he whispered, raising his hand to be dismissed. “Yes, do we have a question in the back?” the professor asked. $Name’s throat was starting to feel rather tight, and the following word that left his mouth sounded anything but normal, “Professor” the word came out in a high-pitched valley girl-like tone making $Name’s eyes widen in surprise before clearing his throat in hopes that his voice would come back. But still, even the way he cleared his throat sounded distinctly feminine. Seeing no other option than to feign an attempt at his old voice, he continued his question, “May I please go to the bathroom?” The attempt was pathetic, sounding like he was playing at a monster more so than himself. Most of the class turned to give him weird looks as he felt his feet start to writhe in his shoes, popping and cracking as they shrunk down to a petite size. “Yes, go ahead.” The professor's approval was all $Name needed as he quickly stood up and gathered his things before hurriedly leaving the class. $Name made his way through the building halls, unsure where the best place to go would be to ride out his transformation. His calves were cramping as he walked. $Name feeling them swell and draw his pants a bit more tightly around them. Damn it! Why didn’t he pick a more petite woman to turn into?! The changes were happening a little too quickly for $Name’s liking. There was no way he’d make it back to his dorm before he was wholly transformed. The decision became even easier as he stumbled forward and loud clacks rang out, the heels of his shoes rising as they morphed into white and red polka-dotted heels. “Shit!” $Name hissed, standing bow-legged and unbalanced in the center of the hall. Looked like the building's bathroom would be his only hope. With the untrained click and clack of his new footwear, he found the woman’s bathroom and locked the door behind him. “Is anyone in here?!” he called out to the stalls, his girly voice the perfect disguise as long as no one could see him… With no answer from the bathroom, he felt a little more at ease that he could let the transformation play out. “Hnngh, oh god” $Name’s legs were swelling, the gooey fat pouring into his thighs and ass. It was far beyond what his pants were meant to hold as the fabric stretched and stretched until they couldn't stretch anymore. *POP* The outer seams on the legs of the pants had burst, $Name's thighs too thick for his clothes as his ass continued to gain mass, swelling into a sizeable heart-shaped rear, pulling the tears in the seams even more open as the stitching popped further, exposing more and more of his soft white legs.“H-Holy shit” He grabbed each trunk-sized thigh, feeling the soft flesh under the pants wobble and jiggle under his palms. He was feeling a plethora of sensations, a new jiggle from his ass and legs, a little pain from trying to maintain standing in his high heels, and an indescribable horniness between his legs. His erection wasn’t showing nearly as much as he thought it would be, considering how hard he felt. The bulge in his pants was hardly noticeable. Had his dick already started shrinking? The answer was an inexorable yes, and now that he’d taken notice, he could finally feel it. The incessant tug of his member pulling closer and closer to his groin, shrinking smaller and smaller. ”I-its shrinking s-so fast, ahhhhhhhnn~” *Sluuurp* $Name let out a girlish squeal as his manhood inverted into his body but was also followed by audible pops and cracks from his hips as they swelled and pushed out wide, blowing the front pants button straight off his waistband. A curvy woman from the waist down, he ran his hands from his hips to under his plump booty. “This is insane,” $Name commented, taking a few staggering steps, making his lower half shake in time with the clack of his heels on the tiled floor. $Name suddenly felt something snaking up his legs, some sort of skin-tight fabric that caressed his smooth skin, climbing all the way to his hips. Looking down revealed cream-colored tights that he could feel had swallowed every inch of his thicc lower half, even under his busted pants. $Name could hardly even acknowledge the event before his pants reformed around his legs, melding and constricting his legs together as the pants became a tight, navy, high-waisted, knee-length skirt. “Even my clothes aren’t safe,” $Name sighed, and with a moment’s respite, made much shorter and bouncy strides to the girl’s bathroom mirror. He took himself in, noting the broad curve of his hips that led into his equally wide legs. Turning his body profile to the mirror, he admired the way his butt jutted from beneath the tight skirt, once again running his hands over its curvature. *Grumble* The sound came from $Name’s stomach, but what would normally be an ordinary sound heralded more changes to $Name’s body. The growl caused $Name’s waistline to convulse. His midsection softening and widening slightly as his waist curved at the sides. He rested his hands on his midsection, his arms suddenly starting to gently shake. His cutesy breaths quickening as pressure began to be felt on his lower back and shoulders. *Crack* *POP* *POP* The arching of his lower back shrunk him and forced his chest out while his shoulders snapped closer to his body. His arms hadn’t stopped shaking, and $Name could feel the muscles within start to transition to something much more soft and jiggly. Replacing with the soft womanly fat of someone who didn’t regularly lift weights. “Jesus! Ughh,” $Name splayed his hands out in front of him as they twitched and snapped, shrinking themselves to a smaller, more delicate size. $Name’s shirt started to adjust to his upper half, exposing his freckled shoulders as it materialized buttons down the center and turned a much lighter blue than his skirt. Most of him fit the new shirt perfectly, but he could feel another piece of clothing that hugged his chest that he wasn’t quite yet suited for, a strapless bra. He could already feel his sensitive nipples pressing into the fabric of the bra as he pressed his dainty fingers against his chest, feeling a squish that certainly wasn’t there previously. “Boobs! I’m growing boobs!” Almost on command, they swelled a whole cup size, lumps undoubtedly tenting his new button-down. *GSH* Again they swelled, their weight wobbling as more fat was sent in. $Name’s face was warm, tingling. It was beginning to shift and gain makeup. Pink lipstick appeared on his lips as they swelled to a pout, his cheeks softening and swelling as they gained slight wrinkles. “OH GOD, YES” he could feel it all, the molding of his face and the increasing weight on his chest as it continued to jiggle forward and tent the shirt. Soft hair starting to tumble down all sides of his head as he grew eyebrow-length bangs while the rest fell around his shoulders. *GSH* He grabbed his jiggly chest as his breasts swelled to their final size, perfect C-cup handfuls. Lost in the ecstasy of massaging his new breasts, his nose reshaped, shrinking, and sharpening, while his eyes lightened to a clear blue and long dark lashes coated in mascara pushed from his eyelids. $Name looked exactly like Bryce Dallas Howard, and it wouldn’t be long before…. *Snap* “Oh, what was that,” Bryce released her breasts from her hands before placing two fingers on her temples, massaging them. “What a killer headache” Bryce was feeling incredibly horny besides her massive headache, a weird combination, to be sure. Taking a few deep breaths, she calmed her body down before locking eyes with herself in the mirror. “Where the hell even am I?” she could tell she was in a bathroom, but a bathroom where? With the clicking of her heels, she sashayed to the bathroom door to find it locked. A little weird for a public bathroom to be locked, but she simply unlocked it and pushed it open to surprise a girl who was reaching for the handle herself. The girl had red hair like her but more curly and had charming curves for a college girl. It reminded Bryce of herself when she was young. “Excuse me, ha, sorry for the surprise,” Bryce said boisterously “Kind of a crazy question, but can you tell me where I am?” “Umm… you’re in the A building.” “And the A building belongs to what college exactly?” “Iowa University?” “Ohhhhh, gotcha, thank you,” Bryce said, walking away. Well, now she knew where she was. Now she just needed to make some calls and figure out how to return home. <img alt="Bryce Dallas Howard" src="images/BDH.png"/>

Hello and welcome to the 500 watcher special and I’ve got some good news you get to be neekolul. ㄚㄖㄩ卂尺乇匚卄卂几Ꮆ丨几Ꮆ 丨几ㄒㄖ几乇乇Ҝㄖㄥㄩㄥ 'Oh whoops, did you just read that? That’s bad news for you $Name… that was a curse. I’m sure you’ve noticed that your skin color is changing to a much more Mexican complexion now. Spreading across your body, down your chest, down your legs to your feet, even on your face. Notice how everywhere the skin spreads is silky smooth? Speaking of your face… did you always have such a rosy nose and cheeks?' 'Don’t try and wipe it off. That blush is permanently on there.' $Name’s hair starts to get softer as it begins to grow, creeping down his head. He can see it now, entering into view as it pours down in front of him. Over his left eye, he can feel its softness as it passes over his cheek and lands on his shoulders. $Name (if: $HairColor is "Brown") [runs his fingers through chocolate brown tresses.] (else:)[ runs his fingers through new chocolate brown tresses] $Name’s blushed face grimaced at his long hair because this isn’t what he wanted. $Name was hoping for maybe a request at 500 watchers, not this! $Name stares into his screen to see his reflection start to shift. $Name’s facial structure slowly breaking and rounding. Cheeks becoming more full. $Name lightly purses his lips as they swell into pillows. $Name brings a hand up and lightly touches them as his nose breaks down smaller, turning up at the tip. $Name squints, as a tingling envelops his eyes, changing his $EyeColor brown as his eyes widen. They feel heavy as mascara magically lathers itself on his eyelashes that darken and lengthen them into fine wings. $Name flutters his eyelashes, still looking deeply into the screen as he sees his eyebrows square near the center of his brow as they thin and taper off at the ends. $Name places a hand on his cheek as he watches his Adam’s apple descend into his neck, leaving it to shrink and smoothen. “No!” He yels to the screen cutely with neekoluls voice, but a simple word won’t stop the process that he’s undergoing. $Name looks down at his upper body, feeling his skeleton quiver underneath his skin. $Name’s shoulders crack in. Making his collarbone protrude further than before. $Name closes his eyes in pain while his chest crunches down (if: $Height is "5'0"or "5'1" or "5'2" or "5'3" or "5'4" or "5'5" or "5'6") [ while his spine stretched adding height to his body until he was 5'7] (if: $Height is "5'8" or "5'9" or "5'10" or "5'11" or "6'0" or "6'1" or "6'2" or "6'3" or "6'4" or "6'5" or "6'6" or "6'7" or "6'8" or "6'9" or "6'10" or "6'11" or "7'0")[along with his spine, reducing his height to 5’7.] $Name opens his eyes to see his very feminine-shaped chest, as it involuntary pushes out a bit more due to his lower back curving. $Name’s arms decide to start thinning as the muscles within atrophy, $Name holds his arms out to the sides as it feels like someone is pulling the tendons in his arms as they tighten to a smaller, skinnier shape. The same sensation envelopes his hands, shrinking his palms smaller while his fingers extend and thin, nails coming to a point as they push passed his fingertips. $Name holds up his new small hands, turning them over as his chest jolts out small boobs. $Name quickly sends his small hands over them from the sudden growth “Nooo, I’m growing boobs,” he whines. That wasn’t all that was going to grow though, as $Name’s waist pulled taught and the fat began to relocate lower… his hips snapped out, widening and gaining a little of the padding that left his now smooth, and toned tummy. $Name’s ass started to balloon in rhythm with his thighs and boobs. Every little growth would trigger more to grow, $Name’s breasts beginning to fill his hands while his ass and thighs filled excess room in his pants. The feeling was electric, sending jolts of pleasure to $Name’s only remaining male part. *Swell* $Name’s breasts round in his hands into perfect orbs *Swell* $Name’s ass fills the seat of his pants completely *Swell* $Name’s soft thighs squish around his rock-hard member. $Name grabs his tits tightly as he orgasms, groping and massaging them as he released his pent up lust with a loud *moan*. With $Name’s male essence expelled his manhood wasted no time in slurping itself inside of him, sending his thighs slamming together as he orgasms again as a woman. $Name’s legs shook. The lower half of them starting to change, $Name can feel his feet cracking down smaller, leaving delicate little feet. He can feel his calves tightening and toning as well as curving nicely into his plump thighs. With $Name’s transformation fully completed, I am definitely pleased. As an added bonus I’ll even change your clothes. Swimming around $Name nonsensically, they shape into a low-cut shirt exposing his amazing cleavage and shoulders, while a skirt and panties form on his lower half with belts wrapping around his waist. Hope the new neekolul appreciates this. Enjoy your new life! <img alt="Neekolul" src="images/Neekolul.PNG"/>

“Bryce, wait! I was just kidding! Get away from me with that thing!” $Name yelled from the ground. $Name’s back was pushed tight against the foot of his bed as he stared in fear at his roommate, who was pointing his finger at him like a pseudo gun, the tip of his extended finger lit like a blue-flamed candle and shimmering with an eerie glow. “Oh, now you’re kidding? What was it you said? Something along the lines of, ‘I didn’t have the balls to transform my own roommate into my date for the night?” Bryce smirked. “Yeah! Yeah! I was just kidding! Just put the finger away already. I don’t want to be whatever famous person you’ve got some fantasy about dating! I’ve seen you turn too many people to have it happen to me!” $Name begged. “Hmph, you sound sincere…” Bryce mused, the light on the end of his finger extinguishing as $Name let out a breath of relief. “Buuuuuuut…” he began, the light returning to the end of his finger as $Name covered his face in panicked defense. “I feel like you won’t learn your lesson if you don’t experience what I’m capable of doing to you! Bang!” $Name closed his eyes tight, expecting to feel something hit him, but after a few seconds of nothing, he lowered his arms to see Bryce simply grinning with his “finger gun” by his side. “Did you… do anything?” $Name asked. “Yeah, look at your hands.” he smiled. $Name raised an eyebrow and did as Bryce said. $Name’s hands were normal, save for the dancing blue sparks that were prickling around them. $Name were confused, but that confusion faded about as fast as it had arisen as $Name watched the hair on his hands start to fade, $Name’s pale skin tanning before his very eyes as $Name’s voice began to rise to a scream, “Ahhhhhhhhh!” $Name screamed loudly as his hands started to be pulled and pressed by the blue sparks to take on a different form, his palms shrinking and softening while his fingers lengthened with his nails to a manicured point, becoming feminine hands that were out of place attached to $Name’s still very manly arms. “Turn them back!” $Name yelled at Bryce, who was laughing hysterically at $Name’s reaction to his mutilated hands. $Name balled his dainty hands into pretty fists as he moved to get off the ground and get in Bryce's face, but Bryce put a stop to that quickly as he pointed his glowing finger at $Name again, making him cover himself in defense and sit back down. “Ah ah, don’t move! Hahaha. How’s it feel having Corrina Kopf’s hands?” He teases. Corrina Kopf? $Name looked at the elegant, feminine hands he now sported and was disgusted. “That slutty internet celebrity who’s pals with David Dobrik?... fuck, I bet she’s jerked off tons of guys with these things. Eww man, get 'em off me.” $Name held his hands away from himself, shaking them like they were something that would simply detach from his body if he wanted them to. Without a word, Bryce pointed his finger at $Name again and shot him dead center, making the same blue sparks that were around $Name’s hands dance around the entirety of his upper body. “Dude, what the hell!” $Name screamed, panicked. $Name knew what was going to happen now, but the fact that Bryce just shot him for no reason also pissed him off as he watched the fabric of his shirt begin to diminish to something far more revealing. “Bryce! Help! Ahhhh!” $Name’s shirt was coming off his shoulders and tightening around his waist into some weird black corset that hugged his midsection and squeezed him tightly. Bryce remained silent as the blue sparks started their prodding and pulling of $Name’s torso. $Name gasped loudly as his waist deflated to flatness, the sparks prodding the sides of it to curve, and a poke to his lower back arched it forward and shrank his spine. “Bryce!!” The hair on $Name’s body was pulled into the skin that was darkening to the same sunkissed glow of his hands. $Name’s limbs trading muscular definition for soft and supple fat as they were guided nearer to his curvy torso as the sparks bumped in and rounded his shoulders. “NO!!!!” Almost mockingly, the sparks jumped on $Name’s chest, making his pecs lose their manly width as he watched them diminish to a waifish and soft form. “STAHHHHP!” $Name yelled at the dancing sparks continuing to bounce on his chest. Swiping at them with his delicate manicured hand, which they seemed to simply phase through as the flesh they were bouncing on began to soften and swell outward. “SHIT, SHIT! BRYCE, PLEASE, I DON’T WANT TITS!” $Name could feel that with each jump of the sparks, more and more tit-flesh was pushing the corset further from his body, cleavage beginning to form at the top of it as it piled behind his tingling areola. $Name groped at the growing mounds with his small feminine hands, the soft orbs resisting his grabs as they swelled out of his outstretched fingers, deeper and deeper cleavage forming down the center of his chest as they grew and reached C-Cups. $Name could only stare frightened as the weight hanging on his chest grew, his cleavage expansive as they jiggled out to D-cups that heaved with his panicked breaths. The room was silent, $Name’s hands hovering above his fully formed breasts in pure and utter shock as Bryce suddenly spoke, his finger trained on $Name’s shocked and heated face. “Now, here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m going to turn you into Corrina…” “WHA!” $Name’s eyes darted to Bryce, instant anger pumping into him as the glow from the finger suddenly washed over his face, stunning him to silence. “Shut up. Let me finish.” He told $Name. $Name’s face was blank, the blue sparks dancing over it, forcing his facial hair to sink back into his skin and brighten his complexion. “I’m going to turn you into Corrina, and you’re going to be my date tonight,” he said. $Name stayed silent, feeling his entire face and head begin to change, his hair ruffling and brightening to a soft white blonde as $Name dared not say another word. “I wasn’t going to change you until that little handjob comment,” He continued. $Name’s lips warbled, bouncing around lightly on his face as he felt them plump and grow to a pout (if: $EyeColor is "Blue")[as he stared fearfully at Bryce] (else:)[as the foreign blue color ate away the color of his $EyeColor irises until he stared at Bryce with bright blue eyes.] “I think you need to understand what it’s like to be a woman,” he explained. $Name’s jaw was shifting, prompting his hands to feel his features sharpen, and his chin round. $Name could even feel how his cheekbones rose and plumped his cheeks to fullness. “And even though you technically won’t be you when this is all over, you’ll remember all the feelings and experiences we went through,” Bryce said. $Name crossed his eyes to see his nose wiggle and shrink down before upturning to a sexy point, $Name’s eyes blinked rapidly as he felt them widen, his eyelashes extending with them to a wispy dark curl that gave him an alluring stare. “But I don’t want to be…” $Name started as Bryce suddenly shot again at his crotch. “AHhhhh!” $Name reached for his groin, not actually feeling anything hit it but just on the sheer reaction of having something propelled toward it. “You didn’t just do that.” $Name said, mouth agape, his eyebrows wiggling to thin and shapely arches as the beginnings of $Name’s white blonde hair inched into his peripherals. From his seated position, $Name craned his head past the jiggling mounds on his chest to see his pants disintegrate in a heatless blue fire that jumped to his socks and burned them and all the hair away, leaving him in just his boxer briefs that were also beginning to feel rather tight. The hair on $Name’s head was continuing to inch down his face as the tightness around his manhood continued to grow “Guahhhh!” $Name squirmed as his hair reached his chin, his legs kicking as he reached for the fabric around his groin, feeling his bare ass touch the carpet as the fabric wedged itself between $Name’s buttcheeks. $Name gulped hard, slimming his throat with the powerful swallow and causing his voice to be propelled to a womanly tone as he continued to writhe against the carpeted floor. With one final grip of tightness, the waistband of $Name’s underwear merged with his corset as it became a tight onesie that threatened to pull his dick into his body. “Fuck, Bryce, this isn’t good,” $Name squirmed *Gasp* “Not my voice!” $Name sounded like Corrina now, his white blonde locks brushing his shoulders as he gripped onto his strangled member and the edge of the bed behind him. With a building and sickening crack, $Name’s hips jutted outward, swelling even further with a layer of fat that coated $Name’s shimmying hips. $Name’s kicking legs were changing, too, each kick bringing his feet down a size and his legs wiggling with more and more delectable fat that swelled his thighs. “Mmmmph HA-HA” The tightness in $Name’s groin was starting to pull even harder, the bulge under his feminine hand flattening steadily with each passing second as he gasped and moaned at the feeling, his breasts and legs jiggling with each sudden squirm from his body. With $Name’s legs adequately plump, $Name could feel his ass start to grow, pushing hard against the carpeted floor it swelled around the fabric between it. Two globes pushing out from under him, making the carpet that much more soft as they swelled to the width of his hips. $Name’s mind was bursting with sensations: The soft hair that tickled the tops of his jiggling breasts! His ass bouncing against the floor below him! His manhood sinking into his body! It was all too much! $Name couldn’t help but squeal as the last of his manhood slipped into his body, his fingers absentmindedly teasing the newly formed and sensitive pussy that had taken its place between the smooth thighs he pressed and crossed tightly together. “Fuck, that feels soooo good,” $Name moaned against the bed, his body groping one of its breasts as he basked in the afterglow of the sudden orgasm. $Name’s eyes wandered to Bryce, who was just watching. What was he just watching for? Didn’t he want to join in on the fun? There WAS a noticeable bulge in his pants. It made $Name bite her lip in the excitement that she’d have to coax it out of its denim prison. $Name crawled forward, putting her legs under her as she leaned forward to give Bryce a good view of her expansive cleavage, watching the bulge in his pants grow and throb against it. <img alt="Corrina Kopf" src="images/CorrinaKopf.PNG"/> Bryce’s face was twisted in a bit of a grimace at the extremely sexy Corrina Kopf that was eyeing his package. Desperately wanting to give in, he couldn’t help but think maybe being Corrina wasn’t going to teach $Name the correct lesson about being a woman…

“I mean *sniff* it’s just because, like, it’s not my fault that my ass is so fat, and not everyone can have an ass as fat as mine…” Justaminx said as $Name watched her stream. He couldn’t help but grin at her performance, amazed that she always found some way to turn the narrative around and find a way to comment about her butt. *RIIIIIIIING* $Name's grin persisted whilst he reached for his phone that was nearby. Caller ID said it was $Name's buddy Brian, which caused him to inhale sharply… he was supposed to meet him out for drinks tonight… With slight hesitation, $Name answered the phone with a shameful “Helloooo” “$Name, where are you right now?” he asked “Uhhh… chillin at home watching a stream,” $Name answered “Don’t tell me you’re watching that Justaminx chick again,” he said $Name closed his eyes and prepared for the worst as he answered: “I… am.” “What the fuck, $Name! We’re supposed to be out getting drinks right now, and you blow me off for some internet hoe bag that you just watch?!” Brian yelled at $Name. “No, no, Brian! I just got caught up in the stream, and the drinks thing just slipped my mind, is all…” $Name felt bad. he’d done this before… “I’m seriously done with your shit, $Name. You watch that bitch enough to BE her… *Sigh* fuck you, dude. Goodbye.” *hang up* “Well fuck you too, then! Dick!” $Name slammed his phone back on the small table he’d grabbed it from and huffed, his face a little red from the embarrassment of being called out and losing his friend because he got a little too invested in a Twitch stream… Raghhhhhh! Whatever! He didn’t need Brian anyway! $Name wasn’t some simp or anything! He just enjoyed the streams! And what was that bullshit comment about watching Minx so much that he could be her?! How stupid was Brian? Like that would even be a bad thing. Streaming to thousands of viewers, money coming from everywhere via sponsors, and, god damn, the events he’d get to go to!? Really, that’d be a dream come true, $Name wished he could be like her! “What a fooking idiot!” $Name said aloud in his anger, the slightest hint of an Irish accent altering the way the expletive escaped from his mouth. $Name paused… the anger he was feeling was still very much present, but the way he said the words tickled his brain, which was having a more profound effect on his body as $Name suddenly began to feel ill. It started very subtly, his stomach rumbling while slight nausea radiated through him, a tingling radiating down through his extremities until slowly nausea faded, but the tingling remained. “Ugh, thaht was… weird…” Again $Name's voice caught his attention. It was obvious $Name was speaking in an accent, but before he had much time to consider why the hell that was, both $Name's pointer and ring finger on his right hand suddenly popped. $Name winced in surprise, the pops not really painful, and brought the hand up to his face… “Ahhhh ahhh!” What $Name saw freaked him out. On $Name's hand, there was two very pale, very small, and very stubby-looking fingers among his normal-looking (if: $SkinColor is "Brown" or "Black") [$SkinColor] other ones! $Name wiggled them to be sure they were his, and they responded! What the hell was happening?! He looked like some sort of mutant! The tingling persisted, feeling more powerful in the other of $Name's unchanged fingers as he suddenly watched each one pop and shrink to a similar shape and size as the ones that had initially changed, leaving his fingers looking comically different on his otherwise unchanged hand. $Name's face twisted in fright as he realized that wouldn’t be the case for very long as the tingling centered in on his palm. $Name could only watch in a bit of disgust as the tendons and bones under his skin pulled themselves smaller, the entirety of his palm shrinking and paling before squishing up with a layer of fat that left it looking plush and soft. “Ehhhahhhh!” The paling of his (if: $SkinColor is "Brown" or "Black") [$SkinColor] skin was climbing $Name's right arm quickly, the tone of it washing away in a sea of creamy flesh that eradicated muscle and hair to make it soft and squishy. $Name gripped the arms of his chair tightly, feeling the composition of his right arm change to far higher fat content whilst sudden pops from his other hand had his eyes dart to it to see it recoil in change to match his small right one. $Name now had two arms that were rapidly changing, the left lagging only slightly behind his right as his upper right arm puffed out in wobbly fat. “Oh gawwwwd whoy is this happenin’ to me?!!!” $Name yelled, shooting up from his chair as he hugged both his arms, the left catching up to his right as his upper arm gained a delicate squish under his small hand. What could he do?! Whatever was happening was altering him! Even though $Name could no longer see the spread of the pale skin, he could feel it. Inching over his (if: $SkinColor is "Brown" or "Black") [$SkinColor] body, every place it touched gaining a layer of soft and sensitive fat, even now he could feel it washing over his shoulders, his collar bone, the beginnings of his chest! $Name groaned as he felt his upper body narrow with a loud crunch, pulling his frame into a more feminine shape. The tingling of the skin moving down his torso to his belly as a little bit of pudge was added everywhere. “Goddammit, how do Oi stop this?!” $Name asked as he probed his body, feeling his waist quiver under his hands as, with a sudden jolt, it caved into a curve. “Rughhhhh, chroist” $Name panted, his neck and face tingling. With a bump to $Name's throat, it was suddenly left smooth, his Adam's apple descending in an instant and leaving his breaths heightened in pitch. $Name grabbed at his face, assuming the next target of changes, feeling pressure build whilst his $HairColor hair came to life on his head with a ruffle. $Name let out gasps as his face began to pop and reshape, his jaw narrowing, while his chin was drawn back. “Ohhhhh fook” $Name whined, feeling the tremble of his cheeks as they swelled, his nose shrinking with a pop. Through expanding eye sockets, $Name realized what was changing on his head as light purple hair entered into view, pouring itself quickly over his right eye in long locks that lengthened down to his chest. The purple hair was a dead giveaway of what exactly was happening to him. “OOohhhh this is some, Mmmmph!” $Name started as his lips suddenly pulled and bloated, gaining a layer of purple lipstick to match $Name's hair. “Boollshite!” $Name managed to finish his sentence, realizing he was turning into Minx for some ungodly reason. $Name grappled with the purple hair over his eye, trying and failing to tuck it anywhere as his back suddenly arched forward, and his chest started to tingle. “Oh gawd, anythin but thaht!” The tingling was ramping up, and started to feel pleasurable, $Name's hands pawing at his chest as his areola began to widen, a definite squish felt with the formation of breast tissue behind them. “Ohhhhh… ” $Name closed his eyes feeling his chest grow into his hands, $Name's hips very suddenly popping almost wider than his pants could handle to make the pleasurable sensation of his breasts growing just a little less pleasurable as he opened his eyes to see his widened hips. “Fook, Oi can’t just!...” Wanting nothing more than just to enjoy the feeling of tits in his hands, there was another sensation rapidly forming, one of tightening in $Name's jeans. No matter how much $Name wiggled his legs, it wouldn’t go away. But that’s when he realized it was actually getting worse! Attacked by multiple sensations, $Name was overwhelmed. $Name's chest had to be about a B-cup at this point! And his pants were feeling like they couldn’t get any tighter around his legs and ass. $Name bounced in discomfort, his tits jiggling as the pop of a seam could be heard from around his thighs. $Name's pants continued to get tighter, more pops sounding out until with a loud rip and a massive amount of jiggling, $Name's pants split around the legs and down the center of his backside. $Name gave a sigh of relief from the pressure of his pants as his thighs touched. Free to enjoy the remaining bit of tit flesh swelling into his palms, $Name's breasts settled into a large C-cup that overflowed from his small stubby fingers. “Gawd damn I knew Minx was a bigger gurl but, uhhhhn!” In not even a moment, pain between $Name's legs alerted him to a fact that he’d forgotten about… “Did Oi just…?” A quick feel told $Name exactly what he’d suspected. He was a girl now. “Ahhhh!” The remaining parts of $Name's unchanged legs changed quickly with a bit of discomfort as his feet cracked down smaller and his calves rounded, leaving him a carbon copy of Minx in tattered pants and a mostly loose t-shirt. Left to wonder about his situation and his next move, $Name couldn’t help but feel like that bitch Brian caused this somehow… <img alt="Justaminx" src="images/Justaminx.PNG"/>

‘Pokimane to get things started :D’ $Name typed into the Contest “Now we wai-“ *CRUNCH* It was as if $Name had just sat down again from how fast his spine flew down the back of his chair, his $Height frame losing inches instantly. $Name’s heart started to pound from the sudden event, his hands shaking on the armrests of his chair, and his shirt draped over his body from the considerable loss of height. “What just happened” $Name shook. $Name’s feet were starting to leave the floor, the rest of his height being taken from him as his legs shrunk, his feet pulling into the cuffs of his pants. Now at only a measly 5’4, $Name decided it was best to find a mirror. Hopping out of his chair, he shuffled in his oversized clothes to a full-length mirror in his dorm room. Besides the obvious height loss, $Name looked just fine, same $HairColor, $EyeColor eyes, face, and $BodyType body. $Name was only a shorter version of himself now, but he knew it couldn’t end there. The thought made $Name’s heart beat loudly again; the pulsations felt most strongly in his legs as he dropped his pants around his ankles. Your $BodyType legs were hairless, but it wasn’t like you’d shaved… *SNAP* *SNAP* *POP* “Oh god,” $Name could feel his feet shrinking under the pants bunched up around them, his soles dragging on the carpeted floor as each toe and bone popped and diminished in size. The pulsations focused on $Name’s calves and knees, each pulse growing them a little bit at a time, his skin growing taut as it filled and turned plush. $Name worked his little feet out of the folds of his pants as he stood in his boxers and oversized shirt that hung loosely around him. “Mmmmmm, ohhh.” $Name closed his eyes, tucked his hands between his legs, and squeezed his knees together. The pulsations had climbed into $Name’s thighs, and he couldn’t deny the pleasure, his erection a clear sign of that, with each pleasurable pulse swelling the flesh around his hands. $Name shifted his weight from one leg to the other, each shift causing a wiggle from his thickening thighs that he’d never experienced before. $Name’s member throbbed with need, the changes already too much as the pulsing climbed into his butt while his hips ached like they were about to break apart… *Crunch* Until they did just that, snapping out wide and making $Name’s plush legs press even more tightly together. “Ughhhh huh huh,” $Name’s ass was starting to swell, filling out his usually loose boxers and drawing them tight around his full round legs- The door to $Name’s dorm suddenly opened. As he spun around to see his roommate walk in, towering over his new stature as he glanced over, “Hey $Name-, what the hell?” he had to do a double take to make sure of what he was seeing. “Why are you so short… and why are you holding yourself like that?” “Ummmmm,” $Name tried his best to think through the sensations of his butt jiggling and filling out his boxers, but nothing was really coming to mind, the pleasure still very intense with his manhood wanting to bust through his hands as he covered himself the best he could. “I-I-I don’t know what’s happening to me,” $Name told him, feigning ignorance even though he did, in fact, know what was happening to him. “Ahhhhhh, oh god!” $Name suddenly screamed out. His manhood had started its rapid shrinking into his body. “What’s wrong!?” $Name’s roommate asked, panicked $Name didn’t have the wherewithal to answer him. He were turning into a girl, for god's sake! *SLUUUUUUURP!* The loud suction-like noise rang through the room as $Name lost his dick. $Name’s bulge now a thing of the past as his boxers clung tightly to his wide hips, round thighs, and ass like a pair of short shorts. “What just happened, $Name?” $Name’s roommate asked, scared and confused. “Uhh, well… I’d rather not say,” $Name told him, embarrassed, hands over his crotch. The changes were still climbing $Name’s body. $Name could feel his waist pulling at his sides, his belly writhing as it made itself soft. If $Name’s shirt wasn’t so oversized, $Name’s roommate would've been able to quickly discern that $Name had just gained a curvy waist. The transformation wasn’t going to stop, and $Name could feel it acting on his chest and shoulders… $Name needed to get your roommate out of the room. “Hey, listen-” *CRACK* $Name’s right shoulder pulled itself significantly closer to his body, but he tried his best to hide that fact as he gently tried to coax his roommate out of the room. “I’m okay-” *CRACK* $Name’s frame continued to shrink, with his opposite shoulder following the first as he tried to nudge his roommate out of the room. “I just really need to be alone right now.” $Name’s roommate just looked at $Name with disbelief and confusion, resisting $Name’s nudges toward the door as his brain was doing its best to make connections and figure out what the hell was going on here. $Name’s chest felt puffy, a jiggle that wasn’t there before making itself known as he tried harder to pressure his roommate out of the room. “$Name, this doesn’t make any sense, man. Just tell me what’s going on.” No explanation would be necessary as $Name’s lower back suddenly curved, forcing $Name’s chest out, fat rapidly pouring in behind his nipples to leave two round orbs that clearly tented his shirt. The room quieted for a moment as $Name’s roommate looked at him in shock, $Name blushed and covered his chest. “Are those…?” $Name’s roommate started. “Yes, okay?! No more questions!” $Name yelled, shoving his roommate out of the room as he slammed the door shut with his arms outstretched, bracing against it. A deep sigh left $Name’s lips as he looked up to see his hands and arms start to adjust, his palms shrinking, fingers and nails thinning and growing respectively. With his out of the room, he could focus on himself again. $Name’s body was entirely different, wide hips, jiggly ass, and thighs. Small extremities and little but respectable b-cups that $Name promptly gave a bit of a squeeze, his dainty, elegant fingers sinking into the squishy orbs. *Ahhhnn* $Name let out a girlish gasp he didn’t was capable of escaping his lips. His throat starting to tighten, his neck losing its width as his Adam's apple disappeared from view! Quickly shuffling over to the mirror, $Name look himself in the eyes, his head on a feminine body. Slight shifts started to be seen with the slight slanting of his eyes, his cheeks swelling with fat as they grew round, his jaw reshaping, and his chin becoming less prominent. “$Name” was starting to disappear… $Name’s lips swell to a pout as his nose shrinks down small, his eyelashes extending with magically applied mascara. $Name brought his hands up and cupped his cheeks in the palms of his small hands, watching as your $EyeColor irises darkened, the $EyeColor you were used to losing to the consuming dark brown, his eyebrows shaping themselves to thin arches above his cute brown eyes. $Name’s lips quivered in awe as his $HairColor hair started to quickly grow and fall around his head and into his vision, the voluminous changing brown and blonde highlighted mass coming to rest at his mid back and around his bare shoulders. *knock* There wasn’t much time for $Name to admire herself before a knock sounded out, and the door opened again. $Name spun around quickly, causing his silky dress to float just a bit and his long hair to whip wildly as $Name’s roommate's head poked in. <img alt="Gown Pokimane" src="images/PokimaneGown.PNG"/> “$Name, are you dec–” The words caught in his mouth as he saw $Name. Enjoying her new body would have to wait. It looks like $Name’ll have to explain herself to her roommate first…

$Name was excited as he set the last of the snacks out, it’s been five long years since he’d last seen his buddies from college. Josh, Paul and himself had been part of a frat five years ago, their last year as students. Their last year was full of crazy antics: pranks, nights of parties, and making out with sorority chicks. They really made that last year count… but when it ended, the possibility of seeing each other shrunk immensely: Paul returned to his home in Washington, Josh to his home in Florida, and $Name to his home in Maine. That’s right—opposite corners of the United States. Fortunately, they did their best to keep in touch over this long stretch of time in the form of a long-running group chat that consisted mostly of memes and raunchy jokes. But the time was finally upon them when the three would reunite once again at $Name’s home in Ellsworth, Maine. $Name stood, hands on his hips and nodding his head. Looking at what a fine job he did setting up the smorgasbord of food and snacks for when Paul and Josh would arrive. Paul had offered to pick Josh up on his road trip to Maine, so they’d arrive together at around 5 pm. $Name looked at his oven clock that read 4:50 PM. It was almost time… *Ding Dong* the doorbell suddenly sounded, and a big grin spread across $Name’s face, chuckling a bit as he made his way to the front door. He was filled with glee as he opened the front door to the faces of his best friends as they shouted separate greetings at him. “What up, son!” Paul yelled “$Name!” Josh greeted “What's up, you couple of dummies,” $Name replied jovially, wrapping his arms around them and giving them a couple of pats on the back. “Come on in,” he gestured, a big smile on his face. Josh and Paul walked in, quite impressed by $Name’s awesome place. Five years out of college and $Name was already quite successful. No studio apartment for him because he worked an extremely well-paying job for Google as a programmer. “Awesome place, $Name,” Paul complimented as he took off his shoes “Really fuckin awesome, actually,” Josh emphasized, as he walked in “Thank you, boys, thank you, I am quite rich these days,” $Name replied sarcastically, eliciting a chuckle from his two friends as they approached the kitchen. “And my man’s got the food too, oooh baby,” Josh said, clapping and rubbing his hands together as he started to eat right away. “So, how are you two doing? How’s life?” $Name asked as he leaned over a kitchen chair, looking at Paul specifically “Ohhhh, life’s good for the most part, living in Seattle, as you know… Ummm, I guess I’m surviving, not really great, not really terrible. Kind of just living day to day.” Paul answered. “Hmmm, Paul, nice,” Josh said sarcastically while stuffing his face. “Way to kill the good mood.” “Yeah… go ahead, Josh,” he said with a sigh, $Name chuckling a little at the exchange. “Well, my life is mad easy,” Josh said, moving around as if he was giving a speech. “ As you two know, my parents are rich, so when I graduated, they gave me a little mini house in the backyard that I just live in. It’s pretty awesome. I hardly even need to leave there. It's got everything: A washer, dryer, shower, living room, ah, what else…” Paul interrupts Josh’s thought, “Damn… do you think your parents could make a second mini house back there for me?” Josh just shrugs as the conversation about their lives comes to a close. “Games on in a minute, boys. Are you ready!!” $Name yells, gathering himself a plate of food “Hell yeah!” Paul and Josh respond. The guys watch the game, yelling and screaming, a rollercoaster of emotions pulling them along as they revel in each other's company. The night was amazing. After the game, they continued the fun with some video games and snack breaks in between. Without even realizing the clock hit 1 AM, the guys sat in the living room, tired, and flicking through the TV channels looking for something to watch when Josh; slouched down as far into the couch as you could go, piped up with an idea… “Hey guys?” he spoke up. The two’s attention turned toward him, their eyes a little glazed. “You guys wanna do some drugs?” “Yeah, sure,” Paul answered immediately, holding his hand out as Josh fished out a packet from his pocket and placed a pill in Paul's open hand. “$Name?” Josh looked at him questioningly. $Name was hesitant. He’d never done drugs before. He didn’t even know his two best friends did drugs… He was taken aback. “Yeah, I dunno Josh. Since when did you guys start doing drugs, and what are you even trying to give me?” $Name asked “Just some ecstasy should be a perfect closer to our night,” Josh answered. $Name was still hesitant as he looked at Paul, who already swallowed the pill Josh had given him. “You’ll be alright, $Name, it’s a smooth ride,” Paul assured $Name looked worried as he outstretched his hand, Josh dropping a little pill inside it. $Name brought it back to him, staring at the little pill in his palm, a flurry of thoughts running through his head: ‘Is this a good idea? I’ve never done drugs before. How will it feel? I can’t believe these idiots got into drugs, but should I really be so closed-minded?’ Josh watched $Name’s face as these thoughts ran through his head. He really wanted $Name to take it. *SIGH* $Name sighed as he threw the pill into his mouth and swallowed it. If he was going to do drugs, he guessed his best friends would be the people to do them with. Josh reached out his hand. “Good work, brother,” he said as $Name reached out and slapped it. “Yeah, yeah, if I end up dying, it's your fault,” $Name told him as he leaned back and closed his eyes, waiting for the drugs to take effect. Josh just smiled as he slid the packet back into his pocket and watched $Name. $Name started to feel the effects, a warm tingling spreading from his chest and moving out to his extremities. He was starting to feel the high as he squirmed in his chair, rubbing his hands along the arms of it. The good feeling was even pleasurable, $Name's dick starting to harden. “Oh shit… guys… is this supposed to feel… so goooood” he said through breaths of arousal as he massaged his dick through his pants, humping the air slightly. Paul glanced over, feeling a high himself, but not quite to the degree that $Name was. “Holy shit,” he said, looking at $Name. “Are you okay, $Name?” “Something tells me he’s more than okay,” Josh responded, watching closely $Name felt like he was receiving the best blow job of his life, with tiny kisses placed all over his body as he massaged his dick. “Oooooooooh fuuuuuuck” he said as his incessant rubbing yielded results, a wet spot forming on the side of his pants as his dick spurted cum like never before. Spurt after spurt, he constantly felt the release, but the pleasure wouldn’t cease. The bulge in his pants rapidly deflated as his balls emptied themselves until they hugged his pelvis tightly. *Pop* *Pop* $Name could feel the two pops echo through his groin as his balls sucked into him, his organs rearranging to accommodate as they became ovaries. $Name’s sac then split, morphing into the lips of his new pussy as his already tiny dick shrunk further to tuck itself inside. $Name squirmed in the pleasure his new sex was giving off as he pushed his knees together, basking in the feeling of his new lips rubbing against each other from his shifting knees. “Oh shit, I don’t think $Name is okay,” Paul said as he stood up, but Josh grabbed his shoulders and sat him back down. “Just chill out, Paul. This is all part of it. Just watch,” he said smiling and patting him on the shoulder. $Name had managed to slither himself out of the chair and to the ground onto his knees. He leaned forward into a crawling position, his back and shoulders starting to crack and pop. This startled Paul as he stood up again and went to $Name’s side. $Name's upper body started to thin as the cracks and pops continued, his shoulders narrowing and rounding as the muscles on his body faded, becoming more feminine in nature, his body hair falling sporadically off him and leaving the skin soft and smooth to the touch. “$Name, are you okay?!” Paul asked, panicked. “I’m,” $Name grunted, “doing… soooo… gooooood” he responded, stretching his body out, arms in front of him as his hands cracked, shrinking and dragging on the carpet, each one of his fingers popping and thinning as his nails grew long and glossy. Paul looked at $Name’s decidedly feminine fingers as he stood up again, looking angrily at Josh. “What did you give him!?” $Name could hear his friends arguing as he was stretched out. He didn’t understand why. He was having a great time, every inch of him relishing in the bliss the drug was providing, every manufactured crack and pop sending his groin quivering in arousal as he went back into a crawling position. His lower back suddenly cracked forward, giving him a curve between his ass and chest. $Name leaned back, taking a seat on his ass as he scootched himself to the base of the chair he slipped out of. He raised his hands, looking at his very feminine-looking fingers, thinking that the drug must be some sort of hallucinogen as well… his stomach starting to grumble. $Name traced his dainty fingers along his stomach as it convulsed and spasmed, thinning and gaining a layer of fat as his waist curved in at the sides. $Name’s hips suddenly cracked outward, slowly pushing the waistband of his pants tight across him as he giggled at the sight, running his hands along his wide hips. “You gave him a pill that’d turn him into a woman?!” Paul yelled at Josh “Yeah, man, you didn’t think I’d want to hang out with just us three for an extended period of time, did you?” Josh replied “You are the lowest of the low Josh,” Paul said as he went to return to $Name’s side. “Come take a seat and calm down, Paul” Josh commanded. Paul was suddenly stopped in his tracks as he turned back toward Josh, moving against his will back to the couch as he took a seat. Feeling much more mellow, he sat next to Josh and watched $Name laughing and looking at his legs. $Name felt his legs pulsing. It was tickling him so much that he was laughing, each pulse filling his thighs with more and more fat as they wobbled in his pants. Encroaching closer and closer to each other as they finally jiggled together, meeting in the center. $Name’s sock-covered feet were pointed in the air as he watched them crack down and shrink. His calves rounding beneath his shins, swelling into the carpet. “Ooooooooo,” $Name cooed, rubbing his voluptuous thighs with his small hands, swiping over his groin with each stroke of his legs as his ass started to push into the carpet. It growing every second under him as it started to spread out wide to match his thighs, growing so big it would raise $Name an inch off the ground as it reached a juicy peach size. $Name shakily raised his skinny arms to grab the cushion of the chair behind him as the tickling centered on his chest, his spine cracking a few times more, shrinking his height. Josh watched $Name grip the chair cushion, $Name bouncing and spreading his legs wide as if he was getting fucked by an invisible entity. Josh was pitching quite the tent in his pants, eagerly awaiting the completion of $Name’s transformation into a bombshell. The finishing touches being evident as he watched a blonde color start to radiate and disperse from the center of $Name’s scalp and $Name’s large nipples being completely visible through his thin T-shirt. “Ooooh, god!” $Name yelled, throwing his head back against the cushion of the chair, his hair moving and bouncing a lot more than usual as the blonde locks started to descend into his view. $Name bounced on his soft ass in a rhythm. It felt like something was pushing inside of his crotch up into his belly; another effect of the drug, which was leaving him a moaning and groaning mess, each bounce sending a jiggle to his chest as his breasts swelled to A-cups. “Ooooohhhh” he cooed, his voice starting to rise in pitch as his neck thinned and tightened. Groans turned to squeals as the sounds of a woman getting fucked filled the room. “Holy shit!” Josh said excitedly while Paul sat motionless next to him. $Name’s hair quickly dropped past his jaw and down to his slim shoulders as it bounced in rhythm with his body, his tits swelling up to a B-cup as his face started to feminize. $Name’s lips wobbling and swelling on his face as they grew big and plump “Ahhhh yesss” $Name moaned. still being drilled by an invisible cock. Gasps and moans eeked out of $Name’s lips as his jaw cracked and reshaped into a more oval shape, his nose thinning as it shrunk on his face to a cute button. The jostle of his growing breasts only added to his pleasure as they swelled up to a C-cup, jiggling and bouncing wildly on his chest. “DON’T. STOP. GROWING!” Josh cheered from the couch $Name wrapped his hands around his tits, massaging and groping feverishly as he bit his plump lips. His cheekbones rising in his face to make them look more full while his eye sockets grew, his irises $EyeColor color turning a clear blue as his eyelashes grew long over them. His eyebrows primping and plucking themselves to neat arches above his new eyes. $Name was reaching another climax, the pleasure nearly at its peak once again. The combination of the feeling of someone pumping in and out of him and the movement and shake of his tits, ass, and thighs was electric. $Name blushed heavily and screamed out an orgasmic moan, his pussy gushing into his already-soiled boxers as he shook and shivered from the release. <img alt="Nympho" src="images/SupaHot.PNG"/> Josh wasted no time in undoing his pants and making his way over to the fully transformed $Name. Her body calling to him. $Name sat in the afterglow of her first female orgasm, the faint tinglings of the drugs still present and a foggy bubbly feeling in her mind that left her still feeling happy. She hardly had time to make a sound as Josh picked her up from under her arms, slid her back onto the chair, and tore her pants off her hips. Josh already had his dick out, and as he ripped $Name’s pants and soiled boxers off, revealing her hairless, glistening pussy; there wasn’t a second to waste. Josh put $Name's legs up on his shoulders and started plowing $Name’s virgin slit, each push into her sending $Name's voluptuous body jiggling as she moaned Josh’s name. “Ooooh yes, Josh… give it to me,” she said in between thrusts. Paul was unable to move, only able to watch as the traitor Josh and his best friend-turned-woman fucked in front of him. Not an ounce of regret could be seen on Josh’s face as he plowed $Name senseless. The effects of the drug that Paul took would be long, but he had an idea to stop Josh… “Josh, let me get in on this,” Paul said calmly. Josh looked over at Paul, red-faced from effort, and with a laugh, said through grunts, “Yeah, get on over here.” The tightness on Paul's body released, and he could finally move as he walked over to the action happening on the chair and undid his pants. Josh sliding out of $Name for Paul. Paul's plan would be a long con, at least until the drug he took wore off. Who knows what Josh would do to him if he continued to resist while under the influence. Best to resist when he had full control as he waved his dick in front of $Name. She leaned forward and wrapped her plump lips around it. Paul could feel her expertly teasing his dick with her tongue as she started to bob up and down on his cock. Paul could hardly believe that this hot woman used to be his friend as she expertly worked him. ‘I’ll find a way to turn you back, $Name I promise,’ Paul vowed as he inched closer to cumming… __________________________________________________

$Name could already hear the music and see the colorful lights emanating from John's mansion of a house as he pulled into the small suburb where it was held. “Oh my god, this looks like it’s gonna be so much fun!” Grace yelled. She was dressed in a modest long-sleeve blouse and high-waisted jeans as she clapped joyously, bouncing in the passenger seat. $Name kept his cool, but the big grin on his face showed that he was feeling an equal amount of giddy excitement as he pulled in as close as he could to the house that was swarming with people and cars. “Babe, oh my god, oh my god, look how many people showed up!” Grace pointed as the car came to a rough stop along the curb. The clicks of the gear shift sounded out as $Name threw the car into park and looked at his girlfriend. “I know,” he said, bouncing his eyebrows before hastily exiting the car. $Name had one goal on his mind as he stood under the night sky, the lights of the party bouncing off his skin and the bass of the music beating in his chest: It was to get, fucked, up. Grace’s freckled arms found their way around $Name’s right as she bounced over to him, her breasts burying his arm between them as her green eyes looked adoringly at $Name’s face. $Name's gaze shifted from the party to his girlfriend before giving her a peck on the lips “Let’s do this.” He smiled. He had one hell of a feeling that the night was going to be legendary… ....... “Ughhhhh!! C’mon thaasss bullshit man!” $Name slurred as he completely flubbed his beer pong shot. True to his mission, he was properly drunk, his vision unsteady, and his world a little tilted as he downed another cup of beer. Across from $Name, he could only barely make out the teasing smile of his opponent as the guy sunk ball after ball into the cups in front of $Name, forcing him to take drink after drink and further increasing the flow of alcohol into his bloodstream. “Fuuuuuuck man this just ishhhn’t fair.” $Name whined, seeing his opponent’s mouth move in response but, in his current inebriated state, couldn’t process the words that left them. “Mmm, I’m done. I’m gonna… go find…my girlfriend.” $Name replied softly out of the blue, the thought of Grace a passing thought that made him a bit horny and wanting. A hand hit $Name’s broad shoulder as he stumbled quickly away from the beer pong table in search of his girlfriend. The faces of the passing crowd were blurred by his drunkenness and many colored lights that danced across the room, his eyes weakly shifting from face to face as he tried to find where the dancefloor was. Grace loved dancing. $Name was solely focused on finding Grace, disregarding all else he bulldozed through party-goers until he found her exactly where he thought he would… on the dancefloor. He stopped in his tracks as he saw her red locks. Mesmerized by Grace’s body, he stared from a distance with a smile on his face, watching as she danced with some random party girl. Grace’s ass jiggling in her short shorts, her bust bouncing around in her low-cut top… He wanted her company, and he knew exactly how to approach her with such a proposition. He took confident drunken steps over to his girl, letting the music sway his body in a rhythmic fashion “oops ssscuse me” he said as he bounced Grace’s former dance partner out of the way with his hip, wrapping his arms around Grace’s waist, he brought her close and leaned to whisper in her ear through her mess of red hair. “Hey babe. How bout. We take this into one of the bedrooms upstairs. And I show you. Some real special dance moves.” he said with a lusty smile. Grace didn’t respond right away, her body giving no answers as it still bounced lightly in $Name's arms to the music playing. He waited for another moment before Grace’s head finally nodded, and she grabbed his ass in approval. Elated, $Name found Grace’s lips and kissed her sloppily, an uncoordinated but passionate display that lasted for a minute and raised the front of his pants in lust. More than ready, $Name wrapped his hand around hers and swiftly made for the stairs to the second floor of his buddy’s mansion. $Name knew John wouldn’t mind if HE went upstairs for a little lovemaking with his girl, even though John had the stairs barred off with yellow caution tape. Tearing through it, $Name ascended, slipping on a few of the stairs in his haste before wobbling with his girl in tow into one of the nice fancy bedrooms. “Perfect…” he slurred, dimming the lights and guiding Grace onto the bed as he crawled over her, and they passionately began to make-out. The sound of grunts and soft moans filled the room as $Name’s hands found their way onto Grace’s breasts. Roughly squishing the soft masses in circles, he massaged them rhythmically, to Grace’s delight, as she cooed into his mouth. $Name's crotch felt as if it was about to bust through his pants with how hard he was, his cock begging to be released and tended to as he began to undo his belt, the metal clanking being interrupted by a sudden voice. “$Name! What are you doing!?” The girl under $Name covered herself as $Name’s actions froze at the sound of the voice, Grace’s voice? He looked to the doorway to see a mess of red hair in a modest blouse and high-waisted jeans. The person’s eyes seeming to glow a fluorescent green in the dim room. “Oh mai god… Grace, is that you?! Then, who is…?” $Name’s head bobbled back toward the person under him as he squinted hard, and her face became clear. She wasn’t Grace! “Oh shit!” $Name shakily dismounted the bed and stumbled back to the Grace in the doorway, and hugged her in desperation. “Babe, I’m so sorry! I thought she was you.” $Name’s hug was met with resistance as Grace pushed him off of her. “You jerk! Sober up, right now!” She yelled, her eyes brightening to an even brighter glow. The word’s penetrated into $Name like nails into a board, his body accepting them without question as the dizziness in his head, and numbness in his body were instantly drained and replaced with alert consciousness. The room became clear to $Name as he could see Grace’s face red with fury. “What the hell?...” he mumbled as Grace continued to yell at him. “How could you think THAT, was me?!” she yelled, pointing into the room as $Name turned around and winced in realization at the girl on the bed, and the huge mistake he’d made. The girl, even though she had red hair similar to Grace’s, was distinctly Asian, and Grace certainly wasn’t. Ignoring his sudden and strange sobriety, he tried his best to defend himself. “I’m so sorry, Grace… I was so drunk… I-I.” <img alt="Mix up 1" src="images/MixUp1.PNG"/> “No! No excuses…” She started with a yell that quickly descended into a whimper as she began to sob. “Grace… I’m sorry… I-I’ll do anything…” $Name reached out to touch Grace’s shoulder. Grace instantly pulled away as she wiped her tears. *Sniffle* “You know what I want $Name…?” she said softly. $Name looked at her with pleading eyes, ready to hear whatever it was he needed to do to make things right! “I want you to get fucked!” she yelled, her eyes flashing that fluorescent green that $Name had seen a couple of times now. Like before, $Name felt the words nail into him, his entire body acknowledging exactly what Grace wanted from him. As he started to move slowly to the bed, out of his control “What’s happening?!” $Name yelled loudly as he fought his body for control, but only managed to slow his steps as he slowly inched toward the bed. “If you want to be a whore so bad, $Name… then you can be one!” $Name's breath caught in his chest as more of Grace’s words planted themselves into him. Still fighting his slow advance toward the girl on the bed. $Name could feel his clothes getting tight, the fabric scraping against his body as it constricted around him, his button-down white shirt riding up his stomach, and his jeans at about his knees. <img alt="Mix up 2" src="images/MixUp2.PNG"/> “RUGHHHHHH!” $Name could only groan in pain as he watched the shirt squeeze around his chest, the front of it rising into two cups as the material thinned to lacy black lingerie. <img alt="Mix up 3" src="images/MixUp3.PNG"/> <img alt="Mix up 4" src="images/MixUp4.PNG"/> His now shorts, were suffering a similar fate. Shrinking around his groin, the shorts merged with his undergarments, becoming the same soft and lacy lingerie as the stuff that hung on his chest. <img alt="Mix up 5" src="images/MixUp5.PNG"/> “Why did my clothes just change to women’s lingerie?! Grace! Please!” Grace didn’t answer, and $Name's clothes were changing further. His white socks shot up his legs and snapped onto his thighs, the white material fading to match the rest of $Name's wardrobe, <img alt="Mix up 6" src="images/MixUp6.PNG"/> as the heels of his sneakers shot upward, the shoes turning a glossy black as they lost their laces, becoming featureless black heels that made him teeter with his slow steps toward the bed. <img alt="Mix up 7" src="images/MixUp7.PNG"/> The girl $Name had mistook for Grace was watching in shock, her mouth agape as she sat on the bed and let the event unfold in front of her. The girl couldn’t find the words or the strength to leave, because for some reason, $Name’s changing look intrigued her enough to stay… he was even starting to look, rather hot in her eyes… $Name was nearly to the bed, the mistaken Grace, staring at him like he was a piece of meat… she even seemed to look… a little bigger? $Name was suddenly assaulted with the most bizarre sensation at his spine at its base, it was beginning to crackle, slowly coming to an arch before it started to compress. To $Name, it was like a bouncy elevator ride, his vision jostling with each inch of height he lost as the room grew around him. “Ahhaa! What’s happening to me!” The shrinking $Name screamed. His shrinking was steady, each pull coming quickly after the next as he stood with mouth agape, counting the number of times his eyeline bounced lower. He was already at eight, and he was still shrinking! 9… 10… 11!! “Wow… you’re so… small.” The Asian girl on the bed commented with wonder in her voice. Too concerned with his diminishing height, he only looked up to notice that the girl on the bed had grown considerably! Her legs were now able to touch the floor with ease, and her short shorts and crop top revealed that much more of her elongated body! $Name was too panicked for words as his shrunken body hopped onto the bed to sit next to the grown girl. She dwarfed him in height, a whole head taller, at least! He was again facing Grace, who still stood furious near the doorway with raging green irises. “Grace, I’m…” $Name wanted to apologize again, but the girl next to him suddenly forced him onto the bed, her much larger form crawling over him as he lay timidly under her gaze. $Name's breathing was quick and stressed, but his body was being turned on, his dick rising in the lacy lingerie, which only confused him more as he eyeballed it. <img alt="Mix up 8" src="images/MixUp8.PNG"/> The girl looming over him followed his eyes to his stiff member and let out a surprisingly mature and low-sounding giggle. “I’ll take care of that for you,” She told him, her body slinking down to his lower half as she brought her face close to it. $Name’s stomach was filled with butterflies, his dick pounding against the fabric of the lingerie panties as he heard her words. He wanted release but didn’t want to admit it, staying silent as she freed his dick from its lacy prison. $Name laid there, eyes on the ceiling, as he felt her hot breath on his dick. Waiting for her to do something, anything, with it, as it twitched in anticipation. “Tell her what you want her to do, $Name… and be honest…” It was Grace, her words soft but once again compelling him, this time, to speak his mind. Pent up and horny: $Name only wanted one thing. “Just suck my dick already!” On command, the Asian girl took his length into her mouth. Her soft lips and tongue bobbing on his cock slowly like it was some treat to be savored, sending $Name into the throes of pleasure as his hips bucked lightly in time with her sucking. “I fucking KNEW it, $Name. And now you’ll get what’s coming to you. Goodbye, whore.” With those final words, $Name heard the door open and slam shut, and hardly cared, ecstatic moans escaping his lips as he gripped the covers of the bed and basked in the feeling of the girl's lips around his cock “Aughhhh, fuck. I’m - I’m gonna cum.” $Name warned as he looked down to the girl who’d changed massively. No longer was her hair long and red, but short and brown. Her shirt had completely disappeared from her chest, her bare muscular arms and shoulders on display, complete with a flat muscular torso devoid of breasts. She looked like a man! This made $Name recoil in fear, trying to worm away from the girl-turned-man, but he couldn’t escape her mouth, and with one final powerful and demanding suck, $Name came. “Ah! Ohhhhhhh gawwwdd,” $Name’s hips quivered as the girl continued to suck. Swallowing every ounce of $Name’s essence until his orgasm stopped, only then did she release him with a wet pop. Spent, $Name looked down at his deflated and pathetically shrunken cock, feeling an immense and sudden tingle travel his spine and center on his groin. “Ahhhh!” he could only scream. He watched his limp dick start to move on its own, rotating and shrinking from view like it was stuck in a whirlpool. Within moments his dick had shrunk to the point that it pulled itself back within the fabric of the panties, and was followed with an agonizingly tight feeling of suction between his legs. In a visceral display, $Name lost both his balls, his testicles popping inside of him one after the other. $Name couldn’t see but could most definitely feel the changes taking place as he wormed around on the bed, *SLUUUURRRRRP* The sound was loud, like the last of a liquid being sucked through a straw. $Name's sac repurpos itself as it opened and folded into the lips of his soon-to-be pussy “Ahhhhghhnnn,” $Name's voice was weak as he squirmed, coming out a bit higher in pitch as the man’s ovaries began to pump estrogen through him, tingles bouncing across his body like ants at a picnic. $Name was bombarded by the feelings and sights of his changing body as whatever spell Grace put on him took effect. He could feel the puny dick between his legs start to pull in farther, his legs kicking at the sensation of the inversion as his body hair began to vanish. The girl at the foot of the bed stood up slowly as $Name's arms and hands began to shrink, muscle turning to, girlish, plush fat, that brushed sensitively against the covers of the bed. The girl stood completely straight at the foot of the bed in only briefs, her body completely converted with a defined bulge popping from the front of her underwear. $Name's heart pounded as he saw it and writhed in response as he felt his shoulders pop and round, sloping nicely into his now thin arms and small hands. “Oh my god, you grew a.. NUHHHHH!” With one final and powerful tug between his legs, $Name’s genitalia finished their metamorphosis, the lips of his new pussy twitching with… anticipation? <img alt="Mix up 9" src="images/MixUp9.PNG"/> *CRACK!* “Mmmmph” $Name’s hips suddenly cracked out wide to childbearing proportions.“Ooooooh,” $Name wiggled on the bed almost enticingly at the used-to-be girl that stood at the foot of the bed. $Name looked down at his lower body. Bombarded with pressure, he watched his feet snap down multiple sizes, his calves toning as his upper legs did very much the opposite. Like a water-balloon attached to a spigot, $Name's thighs and ass began to fill, their size growing to match his wide hips as his lower half lifted off the bed from the mass packing into his cheeks that squished softly against the already soft bed. It was only until her soft thighs gently touched that the expansion stopped. <img alt="Mix up 10" src="images/MixUp10.PNG"/> The used-to-be girl at the foot of the bed suddenly came forward. Gripping onto $Name’s soft thighs, $Name was pulled toward the foot of the bed, the power move lining up the two’s crotches. $Name felt a sudden smile across his lips, a sudden burst of excitement from the move the man had just pulled. Why did he suddenly want this so bad?! The man’s hands landed on $Name’s wide hips and began to trace upward, as if $Name’s body wanted to be perfect for the hands that roamed him, $Name’s waist suddenly curved and flattened. <img alt="Mix up 11" src="images/MixUp11.PNG"/> A soft but toned tummy perfect to wrap a pair of hands around, to which the man did so. Holding $Name’s slim waist for a moment, he continued upward. “Oooooh” *Crack* A soft moan left $Name’s lips as his torso diminished with a crack, his back arching off the bed as the wetness of his lower lips begged to be parted and penetrated. “Mmmmmm” $Name's face was beet red, the man’s hands resting on his chest as his heart beat loud, the flesh on his chest bouncing with it as his nipples began to widen and distend. $Name’s breaths were heavy as his chest was willed to grow, flesh packing behind his nipples as the man started to grope the growing orbs. <img alt="Mix up 12" src="images/MixUp12.PNG"/> Feminine moans of pleasure left $Name as her chest bubbled forward, more and more mass packing into her breasts to be played with <img alt="Mix up 13" src="images/MixUp13.PNG"/> as the sudden and furious growth of black hair from her head could be heard skirting across the bed and felt as it reached her shoulders. <img alt="Mix up 14" src="images/MixUp14.PNG"/> “Ah, ahn, ahh,” $Name was moaning like a whore. Tit-play her favorite act before sex as her eyelids pushed out long, dark lashes, her lips puffing up further with each moan that left her lips. “Mmmmm” $Name just loved how her D-cups made her feel, the huge things so pliable and sensitive as they worked in and out of her lover's hands. A sharp crack to her jaw made her coo, her nose wiggling down to a small button as she closed her slanting eyes in bliss. Her body ready to move onto the main event. “MMMMmmm, fuck me, fuck me,” $Name begged. <img alt="Mix up 15" src="images/MixUp15.PNG"/> Her pussy dripped with arousal as the man flopped out his long cock with one hand, the other still on her tit as she rose from the bed, pulled aside her panties, and practically impaled herself on the stiff cock. “Ahhhhn, Yes!! Fuck, yes!” .................... Grace sat sobbing on her bed, tears draining from her eyes as her mother rubbed her back. “I told you, baby, that guy was no good.” Her mother said. “Now tell me again what you did to him.” “I *Sniff* turned him into a *sniff* whore, mom, a fucking whore just like he always was!” Grace responded through numerous sniffles and continued to cry. Her mom couldn’t help but grin a bit at Grace’s response. All she ever wanted was that boy out of Grace’s life, and in typical male fashion, all it took was a little alcohol, and the true colors come out… well, a lot of alcohol… but it all worked out. :)

$Name was on vacation in Ibiza, a little island in Spain. It had been hell to get there. So many headaches with travel and his passport. He had even been held at customs for a whole day when he arrived… but oh boy, was it worth it, he thought as he walked the boardwalk on one of the many beaches in Ibiza. Soaking up the sun, enjoying the cool ocean breeze, and the sight of scantily clad bikini babes was worth every ounce of headache that he had experienced. Now he could simply enjoy himself. The hardship was over. *Stomp**Stomp**Stomp**Stomp* The sound of rushing footsteps descended on him as many dudes with fancy-looking cameras swarmed and pushed past him, “I think she went this way.” “Yeah, I think I saw her go this way too” “Man, I need to get a picture of her ass, man” $Name let the crowd shove him around as it blew by. He was a little shaken up as he smoothed out his ruffled beach shirt and swim trunks. “What was that about” he whispered. “Psssst, hey,” a woman said. $Name looked around for the voice. “Who’s talking?” $Name asked aloud, looking around. “I’m down ere” the voice said with an English accent, $Name looked down to see the outline of a person through the slats of the boardwalk “Who’re you?” $Name asked, kneeling on the boardwalk and putting an eye close to the slat. Not being able to see exactly who it was but drawing attention from some of the people walking past him. “Okay, don cause a scene. Can you please get down ere?” the woman asked him “No way, I’m not trying to get robbed by a stranger while I’m on vacation,” he responded. The woman sighed deeply. “My name's Demi Rose. I’m…” “be right down,” $Name instantly responded “Thank you,” she said. $Name shot up from his knees and began jogging to the ramp of the boardwalk that led to the beach. ‘Demi Rose, holy shit,’ $Name thought. He was a big fan, and he believed the woman under the boardwalk was who she said she was: she had an English accent, paparazzi were in the area, and Demi Rose had posted on Instagram that she was currently on vacation in Ibiza. It all lined up, and as he rounded the corner and saw Demi Rose standing under the boardwalk in jean shorts and a small bikini top, he felt like the luckiest man on earth. “Oh my god, it really is you,” he said, trudging through the sand. Demi was very short at only 5’2, so she barely came up to $Name’s chin as he approached and faced her. She looked him up and down, while he looked down at her “Hmmm you aren’t the best looking guy around, but ah guess ewe’ll ave to do. Anythin' to get those paparazzi off my back.” $Name was instantly offended. “Hey! I don’t care how famous you are. You can’t just- mph!” $Name was cut off as Demi wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him to her lips. He was surprised initially, especially since she just called him “not good-looking,” but soon embraced the moment and returned her kiss passionately. Then all of a sudden, he felt the weirdest sensation. He felt her growing closer to him, the kiss becoming more level as if she was pushing on her tiptoes to gain some height. He opened his eyes to see her face was equal to his, which was weird. He gently tried to pull away from the kiss, but she held him tight. That’s when something even weirder happened… he started to sink, Demi starting to be the taller one as he quickly lost his $Height height and sunk down to below her chin. $Name was freaking out and forcefully pulled away from the now taller woman “What the hell!” $Name yelled, looking down at his much too-big shirt. It still fit him, but the length was all wrong as it covered much of his legs now. The bottom hem of his shorts had even dropped below his knee. This crazy woman had stolen his height, and given him her’s! “You shrunk me!” $Name yelled “Shhhhh quiet down,” the Amazonian-looking Demi said, putting her finger to her lips “A lot weirdeh stuff is about to appen” “Weirder stuff? What do you mean… weirder…” $Name’s sentence faded as he watched Demi’s hair slowly pull into her head and her face start to move and bubble as if something was lurking under it. He watched her face shift, with her nose growing bigger and her jaw breaking and cracking out to something more strong. All in all, her beautiful features faded, and the face looking back looked awfully familiar. “OH, MY GOD!” $Name yelled, shrinking back, “You took my face too!” $Name quickly started to feel movement in his own face. He reached up and put both hands on his cheeks as his skin softened and became smooth, any sign of body hair or blemishes retreating back into his skin or fading, respectively. His cheeks bubbled up, becoming more full as his nose shrunk down to a cute button and his lips pursed and swelled bigger. “My face is changing too?!” he questioned, as his jaw snapped and rounded. $Name held a look of worry and panic on his NEARLY cute face as his eye sockets rounded and grew larger while his eyelashes pushed long and full over them. He felt a tickle on his neck and the tops of his ears as his $HairColor hair rapidly grew out, (if:$HairColor is "Brown") [passing his shoulders and coming to rest over his shirt at his mid-back] (else:)[turning brown and passing his shoulders and coming to rest over his shirt at his mid-back], his eyebrows then shaping themselves into perfect arches over his innocent eyes. $Name couldn’t stop poking and prodding his new soft face. It felt like the most foreign thing in the world. “This is what you look like now,” his own voice said to him as the person who was previously Demi held up a phone with the front-facing camera on. Allowing $Name to witness that he was now wearing an exact copy of Demi’s face, he was too distracted to notice that his throat felt tight… “I look…” The voice that left his plump lips was not his own. Rather, it was a much higher pitch with an English accent which caused him to gasp, sending his hand to his mouth. “my… voice…” he whispered into his palm. “So anyway, if it wasn’t obvious. I’m going to be you for a little bit, and you will be me.” Demi explained with $Name’s face as she withdrew the phone. They were both quite the sight, one with a manly face on a tall womanly body and one with a short manly body with a womanly face. But that would all change soon… Demi’s upper body began to swell and grow, her shoulders growing much broader, arms and hands much larger and thicker. Her boobs bubbled and deflated, tightening into her chest and becoming strong pectorals, the bikini top she wore no longer covering her nipples as it threatened to tear off due to her new girth. Her soft back gained a significant amount of muscle, losing the curve near the base of her spine as her waist widened. Demi’s curves now only existing on her lower half. $Name watched Demi’s torso transform into his and could feel whatever magic was at work coursing through his own. The muscles on his torso deflated in one fell swoop, leaving only a thin layer of fat that left him skinny and soft. $Name was breathing erratically as his hands contorted and shrunk, long nails pushing out of his thin womanly fingers as his shoulders popped and cracked narrower. $Name’s oversized beach shirt was now even more oversized as it now enveloped most of his shorter womanly arms and hung further off his shoulders. “Oh noeh” $Name commented as he hovered his hands over his chest, a definite tingle taking place behind his nipples. When suddenly, his lower back arched forward, forcing his chest to stick further out and spurring its first growth, small A-cups jiggling out of his chest, barely tenting his shirt. When his waist also suddenly cinched in, giving him the beginning of an hourglass figure, his breasts suddenly doubling in size to C cups pushing out his shirt greatly. “Tit’s I ave tits,” $Name said in disbelief as he wrapped his hands around them pushing them together and cradling them with his arms as they surged a final time in the confines of his hands to a large D-cup. “You’re going to have to get used to those if you’re going to be me. I never grab my boobs like that.” Demi said, maybe a little disappointed that she no longer had them. “I’ve nevah ad my own bewbs befoe, I cahn’t elp it,” $Name said, continuing to grope himself. A long, disappointed sigh escaped from Demi as her wide hips narrowed, the mass of muscle and fat that was on her legs and ass dwindling down until the tightness of the jean shorts she wore only existed in the waist and front as a bulge filled it. Her feet growing too big for her flip-flops as they stretched over them while her calves tightened. Demi’s transformation into $Name ended, and $Name looked past his boob-tented shirt to his lower body, waiting with bated breath for the final parts of his. The tingling centered in on his hips as they slowly creaked out wider and wider, so wide in fact that he couldn’t believe a person could walk around with hips so wide as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. His thighs started to bubble and grow, jiggling as fat was poured into them, his skinny man legs thickening up until they touched and cradled the manhood that was between them. “Oh Demeh, yor lehgs ah so big” he groaned trying to free his balls from the tight prison his thighs created. $Name suddenly was forced to bend forward as his ass started to grow, wiggling and wobbling until it drew his shorts tight against them. The weight of his ass hanging over his thighs was apparent, and as he straightened out his posture, he was sure that his ass would even be visible from the front as he put his small manicured hands under his full ass cheeks, bouncing them with a flex of his fingers. Suddenly a quick pain erupted from his groin, his hands were sent there immediately, and he could feel his member squirm and retreat into him, his balls following suit as they were sent into him as well… His manhood quickly morphing into Demi’s womanhood. “Okay… that kind of hert” $Name admitted as his feet cracked and shrunk smaller, dragging along the bottom of his now oversized flip flops, his calves rounding. “Alright, one thing left,” Demi said as he snapped his fingers. In the blink of an eye, they had switched clothes, $Name gaining all of Demi’s accessories and makeup as well as her old hairstyle. $Name felt much more exposed with his breasts out in the bikini top that wrapped around his shoulders and the short shorts that exposed his large smooth, soft legs. “Alright, new Demi, go and distract those paparazzi for me. You’ll turn back in a week” “Ow am I supposed to survive like this for a week?” $Name asked expressively, causing her boobs to jiggle. “You’ll just have to figure it out, now go walk around,” he said as he slapped $Name's pillowy ass. $Name’s legs started to move against her will as they walked away from his old body. “Hey wait, you cahn’t jus leave me like dis!” $Name yelled as she rounded a corner. Her old body waved her goodbye as she approached the ramp to the boardwalk. Hoping that those paparazzi were far away. <img alt="DemiRose" src="images/DemiRose.PNG"/> “There she is!” $Name heard…

“Jacob! Hold it shut!” Tim yelled. “Mhmm… yep.. I’m trying.” Jacob said, through great effort. He was literally trying to hold together a tear in reality while Tim tried desperately to calibrate the handheld device that would seal it. “Tim… this thing’s going to open… I can’t keep it shut….” “Please, Jacob, just a little longer. The boss will kill us if we mess up another reality!” Tim yelled at Jacob as he twisted and turned knobs and flipped switches on his device. Jacob’s arms wobbled from the sheer force of the tear, trying to separate them. “I… can’t… do it….” Jacob said weakly as his arms gave out, and he was sent flying back from the opening of the tear. The tear caused reality to ripple, and the first building hit was a nearby mall…......................... “So what are you thinking you’d like to do with your hair today?” the Sport Clips lady asked, running her hands through $Name's hair. $Name sat in front of the mirror, hair bib on over his white button-down shirt and black dress pants, his black dress shoes tapping themselves on the floor, and a mess of $HairColor hair on his head. He watched his hair being pulled and prodded by the lady, contemplating what exactly he wanted to do with it. “Hmmm, I’m thinking I’d like a normal crew cut,” he said plainly. “Sure, we can do that,” The lady said, grabbing the razor. $Name sat patiently, looking at himself in the mirror as the lady placed herself behind him. The mirror seemed to warp for a moment, making $Name’s reflection and background contort and twist. It was only for a moment, but $Name noticed. “Whoa, did you see that?” he leaned forward with an eyebrow raised, clearly indicating his confusion. “See what, Miss?” the stylist asked. “The mirror, it just warped or something,” $Name said “Oh… I didn’t notice anything,” she said, looking at the mirror. “Hmmm, I could’ve sworn….” $Name said, leaning back as he shook his head, befuddled. “Ha, never mind, I guess,” he smiled. “So we’re looking to do an afro today, Miss?” She asked $Name. “Yes, and thank you for using my pronouns. I appreciate it.” $Name thanked the woman. People were always surprised when he would tell them his pronouns were she/her, considering there wasn’t an outwardly feminine thing about him. Still, inside, he felt decidedly feminine, and he appreciated it when people accommodated that feeling. “Of course! Let’s make our way over to the hair wash station first so we can prime your hair for the afro,” she told him and started to walk in that direction. “Okay,” $Name responded, standing up. His flip-flops were loud, slapping against the soles of his feet on his way over to the station while his bright yellow dress, which exposed much of his back, billowed around his ankles. “Did I tell you that I love your dress?” the woman at the hair wash station asked him as he sat down. “Haha, thank you so much. I was feeling daring today,” $Name responded happily. $Name had never dressed in women's clothes in public before, but he felt extra confident today. Hence, he figured he’d let his true self show a little bit, thrilled that the woman complimented him on his choice of clothing. After taking a seat and relaxing his head in the sink basin, the lady turned on the faucet and began to massage the water through his hair. As she worked the water onto his head, $Name’s $HairColor hair was lengthening into the woman's kneading fingers. With each pass of the woman’s fingers through his hair, it grew, gathering itself in the sink basin as it darkened to a deep brown, almost black. “Oh, I need this so bad,” $Name said, closing his eyes, relishing the feeling of being pampered. Underneath the hair bib, $Name’s narrow hips were widening significantly, pushing themselves out wider and wider to make his figure begin to fit the dress while also narrowing his usually wide man-spreading seated position. “That feels so good. You must have magic fingers or something,” $Name said, wiggling his hips in the chair as the lady had begun to work shampoo onto his head. The woman chuckled softly in response to his comment. $Name’s ass started to bloat in his seat, his buttcheeks pushing into the chair as they widened and spread out, filling with copious amounts of fat. $Name’s chair had become much more comfortable over the past few seconds, and as he shifted his wide hips again and felt the monstrous jiggle of his ass under him, he remembered that most seats were comfortable with an ass as big as his. The woman had rinsed the shampoo out of $Name's much longer hair. She now began to work conditioner into it, sending $Name into further feelings of bliss as his thighs started to swell together, pressing around his member as they squished wide under him. He’d never been so aroused at a salon before, trying desperately to keep his manhood under control though it was always tricky with his soft thighs constantly rubbing against it. He took long steady breaths to bring his arousal down, and the woman took notice as she worked the conditioner out of his hair. “Is everything okay?” she asked, a little concerned, but continued to rinse his hair. “Yes, sorry, I’m doing okay.” he smiled, slightly flushed. A different shade of skin was starting to descend onto $Name’s head from his scalp, a distinct brown color. Blotches of this soft brown skin were spreading onto $Name’s forehead like an ailment, slowly engulfing and transforming his complexion to African American descent, removing hair and blemishes as it spread. The skin reached his eyebrows, making them shift and reshape to plucked and primped arches. It surrounded his eyes, forcing his eyelashes to lengthen to dark black fans while his eyes grew wide, his irises glowing from their usual $EyeColor to an ethereal blue. It passed over his nose, causing it to shrink and become cute as it gained a septum piercing that appeared out of nowhere. The rest of $Name’s face was overtaken by the fast-spreading brown skin, making his lips shift and bloat into glossy, voluptuous pillows and his facial structure round to a feminine visage. The woman had finished with $Name’s hair and was now drying it, “Alright, Miss, as soon I’m done drying your hair, we’ll put in the curl styling cream'' The skin on $Name’s neck had traveled down his neck in the short time the woman spoke to him, slimming it and completely erasing the existence of his Adams Apple. So his following words came out in a husky feminine timbre: “Mmm, sounds good to me, girl.” $Name’s reality was shifting quickly. With each passing second, memories of his changing body explained themselves in new ways. $Name had always been African American and had an ultra-feminine face and thicc lower half, which helped him pass as a flat-chested woman. Still, from the shoulders down, the rest of his body was affected by severe vitiligo, leaving his neck to his face brown but everywhere else white. This memory would quickly be shifted as the skin descended his body, his large frame shrinking soundlessly as his shoulders narrowed and sloped and his arms converted muscle to plump fat to make his arms round and full-looking while the skin made its way down to his hands. The woman had finished drying $Name’s hair, now in a big fluffy mess on top of his head. She then started to lather his hair in the curl styling cream. $Name’s hands had shrunk, and his fingers had become slender, topped with long nails; $Name had the womanly arms and hands of an African-American woman. The brown skin moved its way down the rest of $Name’s midsection, turning his nipples brown, softening his pectorals, and curving his waist. $Name shifted in his seat as his lower back arched forward, forcing his ass back and chest out in opposite directions. The movement was quite severe, causing the stylist to speak up again. “Everythin okay?” the black stylist asked $Name. “Yeah, sorry, just had a crick in mah back or somethin',” $Name responded as the hair bib started to sport two bumps in the chest; $Name’s breasts were growing in. Fat welled behind his brown nipples, the brown orbs beginning to fill the front of the dress and push the bib out further and further, jiggling to a halt as they reached a final D-cup size. $Name let out a deep breath of relief, breasts jiggling with the rise and fall of his chest. He was happy the estrogen hormones he’d been taking had such a significant effect on him, developing full breasts he could thoroughly pass for a woman in public, even with a dick still between his full thighs. $Name’s penis started to writhe, and his balls began to tighten against his groin. Both testicles quickly pulled inside of him, which allowed his sac to fully flatten against him and start to morph into the lips of his new vagina. His writhing penis shrinking, pulling itself smaller and smaller, shrinking to nothing but a nub as it inverted and was swallowed by the lips of his blossoming vagina. “Mmmm,” a satisfied groan escaped Gianna's mouth as she ground her darkening legs together while the stylist finished teasing Gianna's hair into a big fluffy afro. Gianna was pleased that she could visit the salon so often, her role as a model allowing her plenty of opportunities to take care of herself and work on her appearance. “Aight, girl, all finished.” the stylist said, raising Gianna’s chair so she could look in a mirror. Ginna pawed at the poofy afro on her head, the soft mess of curls jostling from her touch. “Looks great. Thank you so much, Alisha.” “Let’s get this bib off you,” Alisha said, unsnapping the bib and unveiling Gianna’s curvy body. Gianna stood up, still fussing with the afro, her curves jiggling as she did so. “When you’re ready, come to the counter, and I’ll get you checked out, Gianna.” Gianna admired herself in the mirror, doing a few modeling poses, shifting her hips from side to side, and checking out her ass over her shoulder. She looked terrific.............................. <img alt="Afro Lady" src="images/Afro1.PNG"/> “You couldn’t hold it for two more second’s Jacob?” Tim complained, pouting on a bench. “Sorry, Tim,” Jacob said “Whatever, let’s just get out of here. We have more realities to explore anyway, though the boss will most likely kill us when we get back,” Tim said, getting off the bench and opening a portal to the next reality. “What do you think the ripple in this reality caused?” Jacob asked “Don’t care,” Tim said as he jumped into the portal. Jacob sighed as he followed, the portal sealing behind him. The two reality hoppers blissfully unaware that they had just turned everyone within a 5-mile radius into an African American woman…

‘Uncle Jack’s Costume Shop’ That’s what the sign read as $Name, and Abby pulled into an empty parking spot in front of the small square building. $Name let out a big sigh, “Now explain to me again why we’re picking up new costumes when we could wear the ones we wore for Halloween?” “Because we already wore those once, $Name. I want people to be surprised when they see us again.” Abby answered from the passenger seat. “Mmm… gotcha,” $Name said, rolling his eyes and turning off the car. Stepping out into the empty parking lot, $Name scanned the area. The costume shop was far off the beaten path from any real civilization and located in a heavily wooded area that surrounded it, and the parking lot. Kind of a creepy area, to be sure, but the lovely sunny weather made it more serene than creepy. “I found some really awesome costumes when I was here yesterday. There was one, in particular, I really want you to try on just for laughs,” Abby giggles. “I hope it’s still here.” “Something tells me it’ll still be here,” $Name said, gesturing to the parking lot. “I’m guessing not many people have friends throwing Halloween parties after Halloween.” “Very true.” Abby agreed, making her way to the front of the building, with $Name following close behind. “So, what’s this costume you want me to try on?” $Name asked as Abby held the front door of the building open for him. “Oh, it’s sooo cute,” she exclaimed, moving her legs excitedly, “but I don’t want to ruin the surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see.” $Name made his way past the front door, noting his friend's excitement, which meant it was probably something he wasn’t going to like. The inside of the store was full, with six racks, absolutely stuffed with costumes that stretched all the way to the back of the store but it was also very quiet. “Quite a selection they’ve got here,” $Name stated as Abby shut the front door behind her. “This place literally has almost every costume you could think of. I went through so many when I stopped here yesterday.” Abby said, passing $Name and making her way to the store's front counter, with $Name following closely behind. The front counter was empty, whoever was working that day clearly not manning the front desk to greet visitors. BUT there was a small silver bell with a little note folded in front of it that said, ‘Ring for service.’ Abby looked at $Name expectantly as he reached the counter… “What?” he asked, noticing her gaze. “Are you going to ring the bell today, orrrrr?” she teased. $Name raised an eyebrow and looked at the little silver bell. Then very quickly reached out and tapped it. The ring was loud in the silent store, and almost immediately, a man popped out from behind the counter, making $Name jump in surprise and making Abby laugh at $Name’s reaction. “Holy shit!” $Name yelled, exhaling loudly as he recovered from the jumpscare of a lifetime. “You scared the hell out of me, man.” The man was skinny and looked fairly old, with wrinkles on his hands and arms. He also had a long grey beard that dropped to about his mid-chest. He was dressed extremely odd for his age, Wearing a shirt that said ‘D&D’ with a picture of a D20 in the center and a full-on Gandalf the Grey-looking wizard hat on his head. A strange fellow, to be sure. “Hello! Welcome to Uncle Jack's costume shop. I’m Uncle Jack, is someone in need of service?” The man said enthusiastically. “Yes, Uncle Jack, can you give my friend $Name an explanation of your store like you did for me yesterday?” Uncle Jack nodded and began his explanation. “Lad, this store here is home to the best, most realistic costumes you’ve ever had the pleasure to be acquainted with. In aisle one are our animal costumes, sure to help you get in touch with your wild side. Aisle two houses our anthro animal costumes for the people who want to remain somewhat human with animal features. $Name leaned over to Abby and whispered, “He means the furries.” “I know,” she whispered back. “Aisle three is the real-life celebrity costumes, from Emma Watson to Brad Pitt. If you ever wanted to be famous, that would be the aisle for you. Aisle four is our virtual character costumes, which could be anything from video games to animated shows. Any character you could think of in that genre would be in there.” “Abby, do you think I could pull off a Johnny Silverhand?” $Name asked quietly as potential costumes from all his favorite video games started to run through his head. “Mmm, maybe,” she responded. “And finally, we come to our last two aisles, professions and monsters. If you ever wanted to know what it feels like to be an authentic doctor or pilot, you might just gain the knowledge in aisle five, while if you would prefer to be a mindless beast or a rampaging creature, aisle six might be more your speed. So, youngsters, what do you want to be? The choice is yours!” Uncle Jack shouted like a showman. “I know where I’m going first!” Abby said giddily and pranced her way down the virtual character’s aisle. $Name sauntered over to the front of the six aisles, rubbing his chin in indecisiveness. “Mmm,” he grumbled. Eyeing the aisles, he took steps to go down the celebrity aisle but then made a quick left to enter the animal aisle. “Wow,” $Name said, grabbing a slab of soft black fur that hung off the rack. The tag on the costume read ‘bear.’ Inspecting it closer, the costume was like a zip-up onesie with a bear hoody on the top, complete with paw-like gloves and foot covers. It felt like authentic fur, at least in $Name’s mind, though he’d never pet a bear before. $Name continued to walk the aisle, grabbing a cow costume off the rack to try on later, as well as a lion one before Abby found him. “$Name, I’ve got the costume I wanted you to try on,” she said, approaching him as she glanced at the couple of costumes he had draped on his arm. “You picked out a cow and lion costume?” she asked, a little surprised. “Yeah, have you felt the animal costumes? They feel super real, like, feel this lion's mane,” he said, holding out his arm with the costume on it. Giving it a bit of a pet Abby humored him. “Wow, yeah, feels awesome. Really soft.” She said, bringing it to her face and enjoying the feeling of the soft hair. “Alright, weirdo, that’s enough,” $Name said, bringing the costume back closer to his body. “Well, anyway, you won’t even want to bother with these animal costumes once you check out the one I want you to try on. C’mon, let's go,” she said, tugging on his shoulder. “Ughhhh, but I’ve still gotta check out the virtual character aisle.” $Name groaned, clearly not done browsing yet. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mooooooon,” she said, bouncing impatiently. $Name gave a big sigh. “Do you have to be so annoying about it?” “Yeeeeees! I’m excited to see you in the costume I picked out. Let’s go,” she pestered. Another big sigh escaped $Name’s lips. Abby’s bossiness and little sister-like attitude always had their way of getting him to do what she wanted. And he kind of liked it. “Okay, fine, let’s go try this thing on then, but I’m bringing these two costumes too,” he gestured to the cow and lion costumes that hung on his arm. “Trust me. You won’t even want to try those on after you put on the one I picked out,” she said, leading the way out of the aisle they were in. “Mhmm, you said that already.” $Name followed closely behind Abby as they left the first aisle. Seeing Uncle Jack still behind the front counter, he greeted them with a wave. “Find some good stuff in there?” Uncle Jack asked. “Yeah, I found this cow and lion costume. Honestly, these are super high quality. How did you get all of these?” $Name asked the man “Well, I made them all with a lot of blood, sweat, and magic.” Uncle Jack told him “Haha, cool. Well, I think we’re going to try on some of the costumes, so I’ll let you know what I think of your hard work in a minute.” $Name laughed. “A quick warning about those animal costumes…” Uncle Jack started before Abby butted in. “Haha, no worries, Uncle Jack, we know the warnings.” $Name was caught off guard as Abby grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the open dressing room door with a firm yank before quickly closing the door behind him. “Hey, what gives? I don’t know about any warnings,” $Name argued. “He was just going to say that the suits don’t breathe very well, and you could be at risk of fainting,” she assured him. “Oh, that makes sense,” he said as Abby rifles through a pile of costumes she must’ve brought in earlier. The dressing room was spacious and open, with nothing but a single long & tall privacy screen that obscured a person's body from direct view as well as a full-length mirror that hung against the wall. “Mhmm, but you won’t be at risk of fainting if you’re wearing the costume I want you to try on right here. Ta-da.” She said, presenting a blue and white striped bikini on a hanger with long thigh-high stockings in one hand and a pair of cat ears in the other. “HAHAHAHAHA, you’re joking!” $Name asked, busting out laughing. “Haha… whew, yeah….” Abby’s face was red, either with embarrassment or anger. $Name couldn’t tell which one, but it was clear she was serious. “Sorry for laughing, but I’m not wearing that.” “Please?” she asked quietly. “Why?” he answered “I just thought it would be funny to see you dressed as a bikini catgirl,” she mumbled. “Okay, well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I’d rather not. Look at me. I’m 6’1, and that costume is clearly made for someone much, much smaller. I’m sure my dick and stuff would be all… out and whatever. I don’t want to have my junk hanging out in front of you just so that you can have a laugh.” “Just cover your stuff up, c'mon $Name, please, it’ll be funny,” she begged. $Name didn’t like telling her no, but he had to draw the line somewhere… He thought on it for a moment. They’d been best friends for a long time, and he’d done plenty of embarrassing things in public, so if it were just between them, it probably wouldn’t be the worst thing he’d ever done, but he’d never put on women’s underwear before and didn’t really want to… Coming to a decision in his mind, he brought up a counteroffer to Abby. “Okay… I’ll wear the damn costume-” $Name started. “YES!!” Abby cheered. “-BUT… You’ll also have to try on a costume of my choice.” “Sounds like a deal,” Abby smiled, reaching for a handshake. $Name grabbed her hand hard and shook her arm wildly for a moment. “Yeah, yeah. Deal. Now, wait here while I find a suitably embarrassing costume for you.” $Name quickly exited the changing room and promptly noticed Uncle Jack was no longer at the front desk. It wasn’t of much concern, but an observation nonetheless. $Name had a pretty good idea of what kind of costume would embarrass Abby as he instantly entered the sixth aisle, the monster aisle. Perusing the costumes quickly, he found one that he thought she would look ridiculous in: A Frankenstein costume. Of course, like most of the costumes $Name had seen, this one was well made. It was a suit with a big burly chest piece that would widen anyone if they were to put it on, long green pants, big dress shoes, and a square green headpiece. Happy with his find, he brought it back to the dressing room, where he found Abby playing on her phone. “Got your costume,” $Name said, shutting the door behind him. Abby took one look before disgust spread across her face. “Ew, is that a Frankenstein costume?” she asked. “Yep, I thought you might wear it well,” $Name said with a grin. “Whatever, hurry up and put on the bikini, and I’ll model as Frankenstein after,” she told $Name, giving him the hanger with the cat-girl bikini costume and taking the bulky Frankenstein costume out of his hands. $Name grinned. Knowing that he’d picked something that she wasn’t going to enjoy wearing as he slipped behind the dressing room screen. His happiness was quickly overwritten as he thought about getting dressed himself. He wasn’t even sure exactly where to begin as he held the costume out in front of him. He let out a big sigh. “Jesus.” What was he about to do… $Name steadily stripped out of his clothes one piece at a time, his shirt, pants, and socks all steadily littering the floor behind the screen until he stood only in his underwear. He looked at the costume again, noticing a tag that he must’ve missed ‘ Vtuber- Minato Aqua. Warning: suggestible’ Finding the tag a little weird, he shouted to Abby from behind the screen. “Abby, what’s this warning label on here mean when it says, ‘Suggestible’?” Her voice answered from the other side. “ Maybe it means that you’ll want to listen to me more once you're wearing it.” “Huh, yeah, right,” $Name scoffed as he grabbed the cat ears and placed them atop his head. Next was the thigh-highs. He found them surprisingly easy to pull up his legs, the soft material effortlessly gliding up them. $Name already felt ridiculous and strangely aroused by the soft feel of the stockings squeezing the whole of his legs. He knew what was next: the bottoms. Dropping his underwear down his legs, he kicked them off before bringing up the striped bikini bottoms over his exposed dick and balls. As expected, his parts bunched in the spandex bottoms didn’t greatly lessen his embarrassment. His privates all bulged out and on display. Even his ass was mostly exposed by the minuscule amount of fabric the bottoms provided. “And finally…” $Name held up the bikini top. “How am I even supposed to get this on?” he whispered. The bikini top had four strings that clearly had to wrap around his body from the front, but he wasn’t sure how he’d go about it. Giving it his best shot, he wrapped two of the strings around his chest just under his nipples, but despite his best effort, he couldn’t put the other two around his shoulders to tie them at the back. “Abby, I need you. I can’t tie this damn bikini top.” $Name called out. Abby only giggled as she popped behind the screen to see $Name in a nearly complete bikini cat-girl getup. “Hahahaha. Take a look at you. You look so cute.” Abby laughed $Name’s face flushed red. “Okay, I’m taking it off now.” he reached to untie the bikini top he’d started on before Abby stopped him. “No, no, it’s not complete. Let me help you. You’ve gotta be fully dressed up if you want to see me in full Frankenstein,” She said. Abby walked around $Name and grabbed the two strings, pulling them over his shoulders. “After I get this tied is when the fun really starts.” She said, hastily trying to tie a knot. “And what does that mean?” $Name asked as she finished tying the knot behind his back. “Oh, nothing,” she said as she walked back in front of him. A chill suddenly ran up $Name's entire body from the tips of his stocking-covered toes to the top of his head. “Jeez, did it just get kinda cold in here,” $Name said, rubbing his arms. “I don’t feel anything,” Abby said, “C’mon, come check yourself out in the mirror.” she beckoned to him excitedly. $Name's body was freezing and clammy like he’d just thrown up. Was he sick? $Name held his arms close to his body to try to keep himself warm as he followed Abby to the full-length mirror on the opposite side of the privacy screen. $Name’s skin prickled, riddled with goosebumps; he failed to notice his body hair falling off him on his way to the mirror. Quickly reaching the mirror, he finally saw what he looked like with the costume on… Ridiculous. The cat ear’s on top of his $HairColor-haired head, the bikini top that clung tightly to his $BodyType chest, and the bottoms with a highly defined bulge poking through them. Not to even mention the thigh-high socks that hugged his $BodyType legs. “I look terrible,” $Name said, still hugging his body. “Awww, c’mon, I think you look cute,” she complimented him. “Y-y-yeah, okay,” $Name said, the chill in his body getting stronger and making him chatter. “F-f-fuck, what is wrong with me.” $Name hugged himself even tighter as Abby walked before him, placing her hand on his forehead. “You feel fine to me,” she said, smiling up at him. “I-I’m n-not fine… uhhhh.” A sudden pulling from the base of $Name’s spine suddenly and painlessly pulled his eye-line down slightly, now just a bit higher than Abby’s. $Name was taken aback. “What was that? What just happened?” $Name took a few stumbling steps away from Abby. The cold suddenly gone from his body and was replaced by a heat that rushed into his head. $Name’s spine was pulled again, his eyes lowering to be level with Abby’s, who was only 5’5. “What is this?! Uhhhnn,” the pulling was felt in his legs this time, his vision sinking below her eyes, past her nose, to just below her chin as his legs lost their length. “Ooooo, oh my god, $Name, you’re so short. You’re going to be such a cutie.” Abby cooed, looking down at $Name’s changing body “No, this isn’t real. I’m dreaming or on drugs or something.” $Name tried his best to rationalize what was happening to him as he pushed Abby out of the way to look into the mirror. And the mirror proved his shortness. With Abby easily able to look over his head, he had to only be like 5ft now! $Name’s arms had started to quiver, buzzing almost, as the bones in them shrank, bringing their size more in line with the rest of his body. “This can’t be real,” he whispered, looking at himself. “But it is real,” Abby said, placing a hand on $Name's head and gently starting to scratch. “Oh ohhhhhh,” $Name moaned, going cross-eyed. An immense pleasure radiated from his scalp and flowed through his whole body from Abby’s scratching, the sweet feeling being centered mostly on his dick as it grew stiff, poking out from the bikini bottoms that held it. “Looks like you like that, huh?” Abby giggled. The cat ears that were previously immobile on $Name’s head had begun to come alive, responding to Abby’s touch as they flicked and moved. “If this is all it takes, you’ll be one easy girl to please $Name.” Girl? Upon hearing the comment, $Name squirmed away from under Abby’s hand, his $HairColor hair a discolored lilac in the center where Abby’s hand had laid. “What the hell do you mean, girl? Is that what’s happening to me?” $Name asked, furious, but still aroused. The small discolored spot was quickly spreading out from the center of his head, eating away the $HairColor pigment like a growing puddle as he spoke. “Calm down, $Name. It’s okay. It’s completely reversible.” she spoke gently, trying to calm the changing man down. $Name’s hair had turned entirely lilac, with no sign of his previous $HairColor locks. $Name wanted to ask more questions but was interrupted by his growing lilac hair as it quickly rushed down his head to frame his face and flopped down on his back, the hair magically twisting itself into thick braids that rested softly against it. The event happened so quick $Name stood stunned. Bringing his hands up to his head, he felt the soft strands brush against his fingers, and reaching back, he brought a braid over his shoulder in time to watch the lilac braid intertwine with a cool blue color. The hand that held the braid was shaking. $Name could feel the transformation he was undergoing boiling inside of him, his muscles twitching, his breaths shallow, and his bones aching. “Y-you said it’s reversible, right?” he asked as his right shoulder twitched and cracked, readjusting itself closer to his body and sloping femininely into his arm. “Yes, completely,” Abby reassured him. $Name couldn’t respond as his left shoulder followed his right, his entire upper body suddenly being sapped of strength and followed by an incredible suction as his muscles atrophied. Any definition was fleeting. His chest and arms replacing mass with nothing but a soft layer of fat that left his arms and chest skinny but soft and plump to the touch. But $Name’s hands could only shake as they twisted and crunched down smaller, his digits losing their thickness but keeping their length as his fingernails extended and manicured themselves to sharp crescents. $Name dropped to his knees and folded his arms over his stomach. *Huff* *Huff* his breathing was labored, his stomach writhing as his waist curved and belly flattened out. Too concerned with his own body, he didn’t notice Abby had moved behind him until she placed a hand on his lilac head. The pleasure from before returned, radiating from the spot and coursing through him. “Ohhhhhhh,” $Name moaned again, his lower back suddenly thrusting forward, curving into an S shape as he ended up on his hands and knees. He felt like an animal, almost wanting to pant as he felt his neck tighten and thin, a tingling running across his face as his facial structure cracked rounder, his cheekbones rising while the skin over them filled with plush fat to make them round and cute. He looked to the mirror to see his developing face but saw much more than that. Seeing that his body was now soft, skinny, and feminine. His back arched and ass up like a woman waiting for her man to take her from behind, only he wasn’t a she, and he still had his dick that protruded from the bikini bottoms and was dripping cum onto the floor below him. His face read of embarrassed pleasure, red but wanting more. “Abbyyyy, stop petting meeeee, uhnnnn.” $Name's voice came out soft and cute, like one of those anime girls, moaning at the end cutely and clearly enjoying himself despite the request. “Nooo, I think you love this $Name” Abby said seductively, moving her hand to $Name’s extra set of ears, stroking them softly between her fingers. “Mmmmmmmph,” $Name moaned softly, raising his head into her hands so she could better pet him. $Name really was panting now, his mouth open and his breaths shallow and sharp as the constant pleasure from Abby's petting coursed through him, assaulting his cock as it threatened to explode. $Name’s $EyeColor eyes grew rounder and more considerable, dark eyelashes pushing long over them as those same $EyeColor eyes glowed and changed to a dark purple. His face finishing its changes as his lips plumped and his nose shrank down to a cute size. “Abbyyyy, I’m gonna…” The pleasure had mounted to an extreme, and $Name couldn’t hold on for much longer. Abby would have to stop petting him, or he’d surely bust. “Just let it happen,” Abby said, her voice shaky, watching $Name’s arousal peak. “Mmmmmmm,” $Name wanted to hold on. The pleasure would surely end if he let himself blow his load, but he couldn’t hold out any longer. “NYAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” $Name’s hips bucked forward multiple times, his toes curling as his feet popped and shrank in time with his orgasm, his dick releasing spurts of his seed onto the floor below him until there was nothing left and his spent cock quickly wiggled back into the bikini bottoms. With nothing left in his balls, they popped into him, making $Name squirm at their departure. His manhood realizing it’s no longer needed, as his sac parts and folds into the lips of his vagina, his dick shrinking as it tucks itself into the folds of his new slit. Abby had stopped petting $Name, the explosion of pleasure enough to quiet the room for a moment. “$Name, are you okay?” Abby asked. $Name was silent. He knew he no longer had his dick. The feeling of a vagina totally different, like a moist opening between his legs, but there was something else… A building pressure in his hips wanting to… *Crack* “Uhhhhhnnnn!” $Name's hips suddenly widened, his ass perking upward at the event as fat flooded in, his hips growing even wider with the added padding. *BLUB* “$Name, your ass!” Abby yelled, more pleased than surprised. *BLUB* $Name’s lower half was juicing up with pulsations of fat, the skin shifting and wobbling as each pulsation grew his thighs and ass, the thigh highs around his legs pressing deeper into his skin as a roll of fat could be seen developing above it. *BLUB* “Uhhhhn,” He moaned as his ass widened and shook, each cheek swelling into the other as they grew, his butt growing more and more out of the bottoms as the bottoms grew tight against his new sex, his ass mostly uncontained by the small piece of fabric. $Name moved back to sit on his new cushion of an ass, probing it with a poke and a shake, its soft juicy wobble something he never thought he’d experience on his own body. “You are one thicc girl, $Name,” Abby commented. $Name looked up at Abby from the ground, his cute face in a pout, and his thicc lower half pillowed under him like a bean bag. $Name wasn’t sure what to think. A buzzing suddenly occurred just under his nipples causing him to look down immediately. “Abby!” $Name shouted out innocently as he thrust his chest out. His nipples were hard, and he could feel them shifting under the bikini top. Both Abby and $Name watched his chest intently, $Name’s quick breaths making it rise and fall quickly. “Mmmmmmm,” $Name mumbled. The fat pooled behind his nipples, and he could feel it pushing them out, the beginnings of boobs starting to be seen, little A-cups. “I wonder how big you’re going to get?” Abby wondered, looking at $Name. $Name wondered too as they continued to swell, the sensitivity of his nipples surprising, as they started to be pressed into the cups of the bikini top, with their roundness starting to be shown at B-cups. “Abby… this feels good, nuhhhh,” $Name moaned with his breasts still growing. The sensation of swelling made him wet as he squirmed, his growing breasts swaying side to side with a jiggle as they continued their growth. “T-they aren’t stopping!” $Name cried nervously. His breasts swelled out the cups of the top, overflowing from all angles as they hit Double D size. $Name could feel the strain on the strings over his shoulders, his boobs threatening to pull the strings out of their knot if they continued their growth… which they did, straining the knot further and further until “Ahhhhhn” *POP* the strings snapped forward, revealing $Name’s big pink nipples and the rest of his round E-cup breasts as they bounced wildly on his chest. $Name hurriedly scooped his squishy boobs in his arms, doing his best to cover them from Abby’s dumbfounded gaze. “Abby!” he cried, embarrassed. Abby blinked a few times. “Sorry,” “Okay, now that I’m done changing, how do we reverse this? How do I change back to myself?!” $Name whined. “$Name, you don’t want to do that,” Abby told him. “Whaaaat, why nooot?” $Name’s words were childlike, his eyes glimmering with developing tears at Abby’s response. “$Name, look at yourself. You’re so cute now. You should want to go to the Halloween party looking this.” “I-I should?” $Name asked, confused. “Just look in the mirror,” Abby said, pointing to the mirror. $Name followed her finger and was met with quite the sight. A girl with a cute face highlighted by her long blue and purple braided hair, cute cat ears flicking atop her head, and glowing purple eyes that blinked back. He couldn’t deny she was attractive, the way she hid her nipples under her arms, pressing her boobs together to form deep alluring cleavage. Not to mention her thin waist that led into her wide hips and thicc ass and thighs that pooled under her. It was him. He was the girl in the mirror. “Imagine the attention you would get, $Name. You love attention, don’t you? People would love you!” Abby said excitedly. And maybe she was right. Someone as cute as he was would get a lot of attention, which sounded appealing at the moment. $Name’s sadness slowly abated realizing Abby was in the right. “Okay, I’ll go” $Name said with a gentle smile. “Can you help me tie the top back on?” $Name asked, hefting the cups over his breasts for Abby to tie the strings behind him…………. <img alt="Minato Aqua" src="images/Jack1.PNG"/>

Listen, $Name. I just don’t think you understand how attractive she is,” $Name’s dumb roommate explained. “Yuh huh,” $Name answered deadpan as he tried his best to block out his roomates rant about Billie Eilish, focusing his thoughts instead on typing out the essay on his laptop that he had due in a few days. “I mean, she’s just got absolutely huge boobs, and those lips… ooooh man, I bet you know what I’d like her to do with those,” he told $Name. “Yuh huh,” $Name answered again, continuing to click away on his keyboard, the essay really starting to flow from his mind to the page. “Aghhhhh, she’s just so hot, man!!!!!” $Name’s roomate yelled, grabbing hold of $Name’s shoulders and shaking him hard, making it impossible to type as $Name’s fingers pressed a bunch of keys that he didn’t mean to press. $Name growled as he turned to look his friend in the face. “I’m trying to type out this essay. Can you please give me some space?!” “Okay, okay, sorry.” $Name’s roomate said, backing off and retreating to his room. $Name sighed deeply and continued his essay, and before long, it was finished. With a little leisure time, $Name hopped on Amazon to shop around. Irritatingly, there was an intense amount of Billie Elish themed items recommended to $Name, courtesy of the computer always listening, and his friend always talking. “How annoying…” $Name muttered, glossing over the items and seeing some bullshit one called BYOB. Some weird deviation from the usual initialism of Bring Your Own Beer, this one was Bring Your Own Bille. The description read, “Bring Billie Elish right to your doorstep. With our advanced solution and a daring subject, Billie Elish can be anywhere at any time!” $Name chuckled and immediately purchased the product as a gag, hoping it was just some blow-up doll that his roommate could cuddle with…............................ A day later. $Name discovered what he purchased wasn’t a blowup doll at all. What it was was nothing but a small tube housing little crystalline rocks, and with no instructions, he was at a loss on what to do with them… ‘They look dissolvable. Maybe putting them in water does something?’ $Name thought. Filling a glass with water, $Name dumped the entire contents of the tube into the glass, and sure enough, they dissolved, but that was it. The water was still suspiciously clear, no fog from the dissolved contents or any evidence that they had been there at all. $Name raised an eyebrow… ‘What happens if someone drank this?’ $Name dipped a finger in and tasted the contents. Besides the semi-salty taste from his finger itself, the liquid still tasted like water. “Hm,” $Name shrugged, leaving it there on the counter. Whatever he bought was certainly a bust. Walking off to grab his laptop, a slight blur suddenly crossed his vision. A quick blink and it was gone, so he didn’t think much of it, but if anyone was staring longingly into $Name’s eyes, they’d have noticed as his $EyeColor shifted to a dazzling gray-blue color… With his laptop in hand, $Name took a seat on the couch and opened Amazon again to find the product he’d recently bought. Curiously, it wasn’t in his recent orders, and typing in the search bar “Bring Your Own Bille” didn’t yield any results. $Name scratched his head in absolute confusion, his hair very soft as he ran his hand through it. “Well, I definitely bought something,” $Name said aloud, suddenly hearing the front door to the apartment open and then slam closed. $Name watched his roommate walk in carrying a couple of grocery bags as he stopped in his tracks laughed and pointed at $Name. “Hey! Nice hair. Blonde suits you.” “Huh?” $Name looked at him questioningly “Your hair… you dyed it blonde,” he reiterated. “I swear to god, if this is some sort of prank, dude…” $Name started, closing his laptop and making his way to the bathroom. Upon looking in the mirror, though… “What the hell happened to my hair.” It’d become bleached blonde and very fluffy. $Name’s roommate walked over. “You’re telling me you didn’t do this yourself?” He asked skeptically. “No!” $Name yelled, just then noticing how piercing his gray-blue eyes were. “Agh, what the fuck is this?” $Name said, opening his eyes wide to get a good look at his irises. $Name roommate watched him confused, before shrugging and leaving to put away the groceries he’d come home with. $Name’s eyes darted from his blonde head to his eyes, both looking very familiar as it suddenly clicked… ‘The drink… but… it couldn’t be.’ A sudden ruffle of $Name’s blonde hair drew his attention. It was very slowly creeping down his head, the front stopping above his eyes while the rest continued to fall, passing over his ears, down to the base of his neck, and then around his shoulders. $Name very quickly slammed the door to the bathroom, quick breaths leaving his lips as he tugged at the soft hair that had grown around his shoulders. “Shit, no, this is Billie Elish’s hair,” $Name whispered between panicked breaths. It made sense to $Name now he drank the ‘Bring Your Own Billie’ solution, but how were these changes possible?! $Name stared deeply at his reflection. A pressure was building in his face, making it feel like it was bubbling. $Name’s facial hair fell out sporadically as his complexion brightened. $Name could only guess what was going to happen next as he succumbed. Scrunching his face in reaction to the pressure, his jaw reformed to a smaller shape. “HUHHH, noooo! Mmmph.” $Name managed a small gasp of realization before his lips pursed and swelled out on his face. Following them quickly, his cheeks too swelled, but with a small layer of fat to make them plush and soft. $Name’s blue eyes grew wider, black lashes extending over them while, with a wiggle, the tip of his nose shrank and rounded. “Oh my god…” $Name gripped at his changed face, pressing fingers against his plump, pouty lips and lifting the bangs of his hair to see the final change of his eyebrows thinning to arches above his eyes. $Name stared at the face of a slightly surprised Billie Elish. She really did have plump lips… It made $Name think of what his roommate said yesterday… and that sent a chill down his spine as he shook the thought away. How was he going to explain this?! There was little time to think as something gripped $Name’s throat making him sputter and wheeze “What the hell?” $Name’s voice was raspy and strained as he watched to see his Adam's apple sink into his neck, its overall size shrinking as it slimmed. The tightness faded quickly as $Name’s new neck reached its appropriate size. One long exhale was all it took to hear the sweet and higher-pitched tone of $Name’s voice. $Name didn’t dare say another word for fear of his roommate hearing, but it was certainly going to be difficult. $Name could already feel the grip of something on his shoulders. It made his arms tremble, jiggling starting to be felt from his triceps and biceps as muscle turned to fat, his arms ever so slightly shrinking as, with two quick pops, his shoulders were narrowed and rounded. “Ohhhhhh,” $Name moaned lowly, seeing how his frame had been altered and his arms softened. Acting on $Name’s hands now, he raised them shakily. Watching as his fingers quivered before shrinking into his palms. $Name’s palms themselves shrank as well, narrowing and slimming as they lost hard calluses while the nails on his fingers stretched one by one into long, manicured nails, that stretched an obscene inch over his small fingers. “There's no way I can type with these…” $Name mumbled, clicking his nails together, his voice soft and a little raspy. “Eughhhhhh!” $Name’s hands slammed on the bathroom counter. It felt like his spine was about to snap in half! $Name’s lower back suddenly cracked forward before, and with a bouncing-like motion, his vision sank. Each bounce, shrinking $Name’s height little by little until he stood a small 5’3. “Nuh!” $Name gasped as his waist pinched in and his hips snapped wide. The snapping of $Name’s hips made his legs wobble, forcing him to use his arms to support his body on the counter, a growing tingle building in his wobbling lower half. $Name struggled to stand on his feet. They felt numb. Shifting on the floor as they flexed and shrank down, his toes popping to a small size in his socks. $Name squirmed against the countertop as the sensations climbed his legs. “Mmmmph, ohhhh” A flood of fat pooled into $Name’s legs and ass, making his thighs swell out against his pants, closing his thigh gap and submerging his manhood between the soft fat of his legs while his ass jiggled and swelled, dropping into a wide heart-shaped rear that rested heavily on his backside. “Oh god, that feels big,” $Name muttered, his legs finally regaining their strength as he planted them on the ground. $Name uncomfortably shifted, trying to get his manhood out from between his soft, thick thighs, but that only served to turn him on as the caress of his legs rubbed against his member. “I can’t take this… ooooh….” $Name moaned, his hips shifting from side to side. $Name’d never been so sensitive, each caress from his legs a jolt of pleasure. “I think I’m gunnaaaa… ooooohh~” With a pleasurable release, $Name’s dick rapidly pulled into him, forming a tight womanhood that fit snuggly between his legs. $Name shivered as his sex changed, feeling his nipples perk up as if it had just gotten cold, but $Name knew what was coming. Moving his hands to his chest, he pressed, feeling the soft fat start to squish into and move his hands outward, building behind his nipples as his chest started to round. At about B-cups, $Name pushed them together, still easily able to handle the small masses, but again, $Name remembered his roommate's words, “Absolutely huge boobs…” They continued to grow. Growing between his small fingers and starting to feel quite weighty in his palms at C-cups, but they weren’t stopping there. Growing to a large teardrop shape, they swelled out of his hands, only able to support himself from underneath his large breasts, $Name bounced them in his hands, the large E-cups heavy and jiggly. “Mmmmm, I think he might’ve been right about Bille,” $Name mused, looking over his reflection as his clothes sprung to life and reformed around his body. Forming a corset that wrapped tightly against his midsection, revealing the tops and cupping his large milky breasts that were pushed together to show a valley of cleavage while a loose long-sleeve button-down hung on $Name shoulders. $Name’s pants then gained a tightness he’d never known, near instantly clinging to his legs and hips as they transformed into black latex, highlighting his curves. <img alt="Billie Latex" src="images/BillieEyelash1.PNG"/> $Name was enamored with his reflection, bending over at the waist to gaze into the hypnotizing cleavage that his boobs formed, watching them bounce and slosh around with each small movement, but it was short-lived. There was no way $Name could let his roommate see him like this. He had to escape. Slowly opening the bathroom door, $Name’s eyes darted around, looking for his roommate. $Name couldn’t see anything, but he could hear a low moan coming from the living room. Tiptoeing out of the bathroom, $Name’s tits jiggled with each slow step. Peeking around the corner of the living room, he nearly shouted, seeing a second Billie Eilish groping herself on the couch. But she noticed $Name first and yelled in embarrassment as she covered herself. $Name slowly revealed the entirety of his body, pointing at the other Billie he started, “Did you…?” “Yes…” She answered quickly. “I drank the water…” <img alt="Billie Shirt" src="images/BillieEyelash2.PNG"/>

$Name’s hands were shaky as he played with the small flap of the brown paper-sized envelope the Hero Association had given him. He’d trained hard for the exam; there wasn’t a chance he’d fail… but the thought of failure lingered in his mind. With no powers to speak of, $Name was ordinary. A simple $Height, $Age year old with $HairColor hair that he kept swept over to the left side of his head. He was a rather $BodyType; he had to be for the hero exam. But the body is nothing without a strong mind; before attempting the exam, he’d made it a point to conquer his fears before he took it: heights, confrontation, fighting. All things that made his guts churn with anxiety… but no more. He was ready. Peeling back the flap, he gently tugged the paper a little at a time. At the top was his name, $Name. A little more showed his physical exam score, a decent thirty out of fifty. Not the strongest score, but decent. He could already see the top half of the letter; he didn’t even need to pull it out the rest of the way to know that it was a C, but removing the rest of the paper out of the envelope showed he scored a relatively high forty out of fifty points on the written exam. A smile crept across $Name’s face, even though he was placed at the bottom of Class C. He was just happy to be considered an official hero. One week after $Name had become an official hero, he’d risen quite a bit above the bottom of Class C. $Name attacked his new role as a Hero with passion and ambition. He would actively patrol and seek out hero work all over the city. $Name was on one such patrol when a crowd of civilians came running by, the screams of women, children, and men begging for someone to help. Wasting no time, he sprinted in the direction the people were fleeing. It didn’t take long to reach the culprit of the panic. Standing on the side of the street was an eight-foot skeleton-like creature holding a man in his grip and decked out in technology: A VR headset over his eyes, large speakers adorned his shoulders and knees, and a PC rig jutted out from his chest. <img alt="Skelleton" src="images/Skelly.PNG"/> From the looks of it, this creature was on a rampage; the bodies of individuals scattered over the streets, unharmed but unconscious. In $Name's direction, the man in the creature's grip screamed and reached out to him, “Help me, help me!”. The beast turned its head from the man to look at $Name and dropped the bystander to the ground with a laugh as the man started to squirm on the street. “Keh Keh Keh Keh, you wouldn’t happen to be a Hero now, would you, young man?” it said in a devious, squeaky cackle. $Name watched as the woman on the ground looked at herself in horror, deducing that it must have some hallucinogenic powers with the shock that adorned her face from looking at her own two hands. “So what if I am?” seeing no immediate danger to the woman, he answered the beast. “You look rather ordinary to be a hero.” It said, “must be a low-rank nobody wanting to prove himself Keh Keh Keh.” “I might be a nobody, but I’ll make it to S-class someday, and that's a promise!” he shouted back. “Just to show you how wrong you are, how about I give you one free shot right here.” It said, tapping a bony finger to its exposed jaw. “Fine!” $Name shouted, walking right up to the tall creature. The skeleton bent down so $Name could get a good whack on him, the creature's bravado showing itself in droves. $Name was going to make sure this hurt like hell if not outright destroy the thing. Lining up his punch, he reared back as far as he could. *WHACK* Like a top, the skeleton’s head spun on its vertebrae. $Name smirked, knowing he had got him good. “That’ll teach you.” “KEH KEH KEH KEH!” the skeleton’s head still spinning; a mighty cackle erupting from it. Grabbing its spinning head with both hands, it quickly corrected itself, realigning its skull. “That was a strong punch, KEH KEH KEH, but….” The skeleton promptly reached out and gripped $Name around the neck, lifting $Name off the ground to where they could be face to face. “ It wasn’t strong enough.” $Name struggled in the monster's grip, kicking his legs, trying to worm his way out. “You see, puny human, I was like you once, but my love of the indoors and virtual reality turned me into this- a monster that can reshape and rewrite reality as I see fit, Keh Keh Keh.” “Let me… go,” $Name coughed, struggling to breathe in the monster’s clutches. “If I heard you correctly, you said you would be an S-class hero someday…hmmm,” The skeleton pondered for a moment cocking his skull from side to side. “ I know exactly what to do with you, Keh Keh Keh!” A hum started to emanate from the beast as if something was powering up. “You want to be an S-class hero?! You’ve got to look like an S-Class hero! KEH KEH KEH KEH KEH KEH KEH KEH!” An extreme electric shock traveled through $Name, causing him to convulse in the Skeleton’s grip before dropping him to the ground. $Name sat in a heap on the pavement, feeling his body twitch and move on its own. ‘C'mon, $Name, get up!’ he told himself. ‘Get up and defeat this monster.’ $Name was hurting; it felt like something was writhing under his skin, his bones shifting and moving on their own. But through sheer power of will, he began to stand up. Slowly coming to his feet, there were two things very apparent, his clothes had become more loose and baggy, and his shoes felt like they were two sizes too big. Standing straight, it was clear $Name had lost significant height. “What the hell!” $Name shouted, “What did you do to me!” “Keh Keh Keh, just helping you fulfill your wildest dreams.” It answered back $Name was still shrinking; his clothes which hung loose before, were now eating him. His eye-line sank down the length of the skeleton's body, slowly sinking further and further as his pants bunched up around his shrinking legs and his arms swallowed by the sleeves of his shirt. $Name’s pants soon fell off his hips, his legs exposed to the cool air while his shirt hung around him like a dress. “Ahhhhhhhh!” he screamed, his voice higher pitched than before as he struggled in his oversized clothes, fell backward out of his shoes, and dragged himself out of his pants and underwear. $Name was now no larger than a child at the height of 4’9; he looked younger, even though he’d aged from $Age to twenty-seven. “You *cough* BASTARD!” $Name screeched girlishly as Adam’s apple disappeared into his shrinking neck. He couldn’t believe what had just escaped his lips as he wrapped a tiny hand around his mouth. The way he sounded made him furious; the soft slaps of $Name’s small feet on the pavement sounded out as he stood up again. “CHANGE ME BACK!” $Name shouted in his high-pitched whiny voice. “Keh Keh Keh, but you’re not done changing yet,” it laughed at him. ‘Not done changing? He’d lost his voice and height; how much more could there be? Observing for more changes to his body $Name looked at his arms and watched as his arm hair jumped off his body and scattered itself onto the street, leaving them completely smooth. A scared expression spread across his face as his $SkinColor lightened to a creamy white; looking past his dress of a shirt revealed the same had happened to his legs. “Mmmmmm,” $Name started to groan, his tiny body shifting uncomfortably as different sensations began to be felt. $Name wiggled as his hips started to widen, cracking out wider as he pulled the front of his shirt down. $Name could feel his ass begin to push from the back of his shirt, his back arched while his cheeks filled with soft fat, jiggling and widening to fit behind his wider hips. His legs were next, his thighs growing full as the soft flesh poured in, swelling themselves around his stiffening member and balls. $Name’s feet contorted and slimmed even further, topping themselves with well-kept nails as his calves toned themselves to look more appropriate for his womanly legs. $Name’s face was flushed red with arousal; his plump thighs squeezed around his manhood, and his jiggly ass breaching from underneath the shirt aroused him. “Keh Keh Keh, go ahead; I won’t judge.” The creature said as it watched $Name’s transformation intently. “Don’t look!” he shouted as he started to grind his thighs against his member, giving it a helpful stroke here and there to help it along until he “Ahnn ahhhhh” splattered his cum onto the ground in spurts. $Name let out a satisfied sigh at the release of tension until a suction-like feeling overtook his groin. He was quickly bent at the waist as his balls slurped themselves into his body; gingerly reaching a hand between his legs, he felt how tight his sac was pulled against him and screamed as it started to split, morphing into the lips of his new vagina. “Nooooooo!” his small dick was pulling back into him; smaller and smaller, it shrunk, and $Name pinched it with two of his fingers in a desperate attempt to stop it. He felt it trying to escape his fingers, pulling harder and harder until it finally succeeded, inverting into his crotch and becoming her clit. “KEH KEH KEH KEH KEH KEH!” The monster was having a laughing fit at $Name’s predicament. “I need to do things slow like this from now on KEH KEH KEH KEH!” “Will you just shut-!” $Name's body was suddenly racked with pain; she gripped her shoulders as they suddenly crunched themselves closer to her body. Her grip became less tight as her hands began to shrink, her palms condensing themselves as each of her fingers lengthened and slimmed. $Name’s arms were already small, but they slimmed further. Her waist rid itself of fat as it pulled itself tautly on her midsection, curving gently at her sides to give her an hourglass figure. “My nipples are mmm” she closed her eyes as her nipples perked up through her shirt. The sensitivity coming from them was overwhelming. The feeling of the fabric against them sent pangs of pleasure to her vagina below. Her back arched as flesh started to pour in behind them, her chest gently swelling out to a small double A that fit her body. $Name gently wrapped her hands around them as they finished growing. Her gentle hands felt the small orbs that had sprouted under her oversized shirt. “Mphhhh ahhh,” she moaned, teasing her nipples. $Name’s $HairColor was starting to turn light green with each tease of her breasts, each rub changing it further; her light green hair now lengthening down her head, dropping down her head to just above her neck where it suddenly curled itself upward, the tresses defying gravity as they bent toward the sky. $Name was lost in her body, the feeling of her breasts, the juices of her new vagina starting to drip down her legs. She leaned forward, her left hand on her breast as she snaked her right one under her shirt between her legs. The slick feeling of her lubricated lower lips was enticing as she slipped in her finger. “Ahnnnahhnnn” she squeaked as her jaw shifted, rounding itself while her chin sharpened, her cheekbones placed themselves higher, the flesh around them swelling as she slipped in her second finger. “Ahnnn ahnnn ahnnn.” $Name was masturbating furiously, ignoring the monster that had turned him into this tiny woman. Her eyes grew large and doe-like, her irises turning a fluorescent green that matched her thin green eyebrows as her eyelashes grew into dark fluttering wings. $Name’s moaning lips quickly swelled into kissable pillows while her nose shrunk to a cute button on her face as she came hard, “AHHHHNN!” squirting her feminine juices onto the pavement and her hand. She sat panting for a moment as her shirt turned a solid dark black, lengthening down her body to become a full dress; until it split at her waist, leaving four long swathes of cloth that covered her ass, the left and right side of her legs, and the front of her sex… She recognized this outfit before as she grabbed her squishy ass that peeked out from under the swathe of cloth. This was… Tastumaki’s dress! Was that who $Name had become?! “You turned me into Tatsumaki!” $Name screamed at the monster. <img alt="Butt Grab Tatsu" src="images/Tatsu1.PNG"/> “Keh Keh Keh, well, it didn’t seem like you were too against it a minute ago, Keh Keh.” “If I’m Tasumaki, I’m going to blow your ass away!” $Name yelled, focusing her thoughts on reaching out and grabbing the monster with Tatsumaki’s psychic abilities. <img alt="Tatsu Powers" src="images/Tatsu2.PNG"/> “MMMMMMMMMM” $Name focused. “KEH KEH KEH KEH KEH KEH, I just made you look like her; I didn’t give you any of her powers! KEH KEH KEH KEH Soon, your new reality will take hold, and you’ll be nothing more than a look-a-like that always gets mistaken for the real thing KEH KEH KEH… wait, who are you?” “You know it’s not nice to pick on little girls,” a monotone voice said faintly. $Name didn’t hear a word the monster said; she was too focused on trying to destroy him when *BANG* a huge explosive-like blast went off, sending the flaps of her dress flying up as she tried desperately to hold them down. She watches as parts of the monster are sent slamming into nearby buildings. <img alt="Tatsu wind" src="images/Tatsu3.PNG"/> As the dust cleared, a bald man in a funny-looking yellow suit stood where the monster once did, his fist smoking. “HEY, YOU!” $Name screamed in his direction “Huh?” he said, looking quizically at her. “YOU ALMOST WRECKED MY COSTUME WITH THAT STUNT!” she screamed. “Sorry, kid,” he said plainly. The comment made her furious: “I’M NOT A KID BALDY!” ..................... $Name had been transformed into a Tatsumaki look-a-like who looked extraordinarily like the real thing. Some even said the look-a-like was so committed to emulating the actual S-class rank two that it was often hard to tell them apart, which usually ended $Name in bad spots when confronted with monsters her tiny body couldn’t hope to defeat. <img alt="Tatsu booty" src="images/Tatsu4.PNG"/>

“$Name! You’re here!” Marie said, bouncing in her skimpy satin pajamas as she opened the door and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Hay girl,” $Name said in the most flamboyant way he knew how and returned her embrace. “Hope you don’t mind. I brought Ibrahim,” $Name told her, gesturing to the glasses-wearing, short and chubby, brown-skinned young man behind him. “Hey Marie,” Ibrahim waved shyly. “Of course it’s okay. You two together are like, my favorite gay guys.” It still made $Name cringe a little hearing such a beautiful woman call him gay, but the moment was finally upon him. To say it was a long con would be accurate. All the way through college, $Name’d feigned gayness to get close to Marie and her little company of girls whose names he'd come to know by their hair color: Marie, the blonde, Alyssa the redhead, Britt the brunette, and Candace, who had raven black hair, each one was as hot as could be with huge tits, fit bodies, and bulging backsides. The only problem… was that they were all lesbians. $Name couldn’t count how many times he’d seen a straight dude approach only to get shut down and aggressively chased away by the group, but, through watching tiny interactions their group had here and there, he discovered a few gay guys were able to breach their anti-male bubble. That’s when the idea planted itself into his head. Maybe if he acted gay enough, he could get close and saaaay get invited to a girls-only sleepover? It took years, sure, three long years made only slightly shorter by the inclusion of Ibrahim, who shared in $Name's horny endeavor, but the time had finally come, and he and Ibrahim were now staring down a very hot girl in her skimpy little pajamas. $Name couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the girls were wearing… “Okay, boys, the rest of the girls are upstairs, first door on your right. Go ahead and get dressed in your PJs, and come up when you’re ready.” “Sounds good, Marie. Ibrahim, you have the PJs, right?” Ibrahim held up a bag he was carrying and smiled. “Perfect. We’ll get dressed.” $Name said, smiling back at Marie. “Kay boys see you upstairs,” she said joyously, bouncing her way up the stairs. $Name watched her butt jiggle and bounce as she ascended, her curvaceously plump thighs wiggling with each step… $Name turned to Ibraham, who shared in the sight and gave him the sly smile of a fellow perv as both stepped inside, with Ibrahim shutting the door behind him. Stepping into Marie’s living room, $Name held out his hand. “Pajamas, please.” It took only a moment for Ibrahim to fish into the bag and throw $Name some silky purple pajamas and pulled out a second set that looked identical, except his was a light blue. “Good pick on the pajamas,” $Name told him, slipping out of his clothes and putting on the smooth-feeling pajamas, the sheer material causing sparks of static to sound out as they passed over $Name's arms and legs. “Yeah, I thought they were… well… you know, perfect looking, haha,” Ibrahim responded as he got dressed himself. “HAHAHAHAHA!” The girls suddenly laughed loudly from upstairs, which made $Name yearn to be up there and be involved. But first. $Name grabbed Ibrahim and pulled him to a corner of the room. “Okay, Ibrahim, do you remember the game plan for tonight?” $Name whispered. “Yeah, keep cool for most of the night and follow along with what the girls want to do, and when we start playing truth or dare, I dare you to motorboat one of the girls, hehe… You’ll do the same for me, right?” He asked, hushed. “Hehe, of course, man… Let’s go,” $Name told him. $Name and Ibrahim made their way and climbed the stairs up to where the giggling girls were. $Name felt so nervous about being on the cusp of accomplishing his goal after years of hard work and dedication to his gay persona. It almost felt unreal... but now, all that was left was the final stretch and to reap the rewards of his hard work, aka, a face full of boobs. $Name turned the doorknob to Marie’s room and made his grand entrance… “Heeeeey Girls!” $Name said loudly, striking a few feminine poses as the four girls who were seated in a circle on the floor giggled and laughed. “Ibrahim’s here too!” $Name said, standing aside to present his friend as he put his hands under his face and looked to the ceiling to pose cutely. “Okay, boys, take a seat,” Marie said, patting the ground. $Name and Ibraham took their place on the floor next to the girls, and the night began. After nail painting, a bit of gossip, and a pillow fight, $Name found himself late into the night braiding Marie’s hair as she talked about her sister… “Yeah, I try to get her to hang out with us sometimes, but she usually just sits in her room and surfs the internet or something.” “Hmmm, really…?” $Name said on autopilot, making sure to focus on remembering how to braid from one of the many youtube videos he’d watched in the past. “Like even tonight, I invited her to our sleepover, but she literally rented a hotel room to get away from us,” Marie explained. “Wow, girl sounds super un-fun,” $Name sympathized. “Honestly, I think she’s doing some weird stuff in her room. I walked in while she was in the bathroom one time, and there was like a bunch of candles and stuff all lit in a weird pattern on the ground with one of her nightgowns in the center.” Marie said in a little bit of distress. “That’s fucked…” $Name said lowly, focusing on the last bit of hair that he was wrapping. “Aaaaand, done.” $Name said with a smile as he finished the braid, making Marie’s hair look like Elsa’s from Frozen. Marie grabbed a hand mirror and observed $Name's handiwork, to which she gasped and smiled hugely. “OMG, it looks so good!” She said, twisting her head from side to side. “Toldja. Master braider right here.” $Name said with some pride. $Name looked over to Ibraham, who was braiding one of the girl’s hair as well. His eyes narrowed in focus as he executed a French braid with Britt’s brunette hair. “Heeeey Ibrahim, how’s it goin'?” $Name asked. “Just fine, Michael, almost done…” He said as $Name grinned. $Name was glad Ibrahim had practiced like he’d told him. “Done,” Ibrahim declared, and Britt was as impressed by his skills as Marie was with $Name's… With everyone happy and satisfied, $Name figured it was about time… “Did you girls want to play truth or dare?” $Name asked the room loudly over giggles and laughing. “Yeah!” was the resounding answer as everyone wiggled back into a circle formation from their various spots throughout the room. “Whoooo’s first?” $Name taunted as his eyes scanned the room and came to rest on Marie in an obvious way. “Fine, I’ll go first,” She said, giggling. “Truth.” Candace spoke up right away. “Marie, if you were a guy, which one of us would you most want to fuck?!” $Name couldn’t help but shake his head at the question. Marie was already a lesbian, so does she really need to even imagine herself as a guy to answer? “Easy, I’d pick Alyssa. I’ve already got a thing for redheads…” she said with a sly grin and a couple of eyebrow bounces, to which all the girls giggled and made Alyssa blush bashfully. “Okay, $Name, your turn, truth or dare?” Marie asked. $Name glanced at Ibrahim as his heartbeat quickened, now was finally the time! “Dare,” $Name said decidedly. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion, all the girl's faces lighting up at the fact that $Name said dare as they all moved to speak instantly. “We dare you to kiss Ibrahim!!!” “I dare you to motorboat Marie!” $Name was more than taken aback by the tandem response from all the girls, while Ibrahim’s dare felt like it fizzled into the background. Did-did they plan this!? “Um, so which one am I doing?” $Name said questioningly. “Duh, ours, obviously, four vs one. Come on, boys, pucker up.” Marie said, clapping her hands. Ibrahim looked at $Name with wide, fearful eyes… things weren’t going to plan… “Right, well Ibrahim, do you mind if I kiss you?” $Name asked. “Um- I rather you didn’t. I kinda have someone I’m saving myself for,” Ibrahim said, embarrassed. $Name had to supplement his story as he thought quickly… “Right… Adam from work.” $Name lied as the girls looked between the two of them with confused and some upset looks on their faces. “Sorry girls, if Ibrahim doesn’t consent, I won’t do it,” $Name shrugged. “You have to. It’s part of the game,” Alyssa said menacingly, which got a couple of sympathetic yeah’s from the others. $Name looked at Ibrahim again, to which Ibrahim was shaking his head no, which made $Name sigh… “Just give us a moment, okay?” $Name stood up and gestured to Ibrahim to follow him, which he did as he stepped around the girls and followed $Name out of the room. $Name shut the door behind him and looked for somewhere private to talk, which appeared in the form of a room down the hall that both quickly moved to. $Name flicked on the lights and closed himself and Ibrahim inside. The room was standard, with a bed that was across from a vanity mirror and a closet, but something that caught $Name's eye was a fairly high-end gaming pc that sat in the corner and a single random black nightgown that was only barely tucked away under the bed. All of this was inconsequential as $Name started to speak to Ibrahim. “Listen, we need to do this kiss,” $Name told Ibrahim. “What?! No! This wasn’t part of the plan! I’m not letting you kiss me!” he said loudly. “Keep your voice down… Plan’s change dude, and it’s too late to back out now. We’re so close you just have to let-” “Hey, what’s that on your shoulders!!” Ibrahim suddenly yelled. “What are you-?!” It was no sooner than $Name questioned Ibrahim that he felt some sort of fabric climb over his head. It was soft and light, making the room a little darker as $Name flailed for a moment before his head was freed, and his arms found their way through a couple of holes. “Dude…” Ibrahim said softly. “What the-?” $Name mumbled as he looked down. ‘Look in the mirror…’ The quiet thought that ran through $Name's head was a good one as he walked over to the mirror across from the bed to see himself in a thin black nightgown that had somehow put itself over his silky purple pajamas. “$Name, take that thing off!” Ibrahim whispered sharply as he watched $Name look at himself in the mirror. “How’d this thing even get on me?!” $Name wondered as he started to lift his arms to take it off before they were suddenly forced back down at his sides. ‘Oh no, no, no, let’s not take something that looks so nice off so soon.’ The feminine voice said loudly, feeling like it enveloped the room and was all around. “Who said that?!” $Name said, startled. $Name looked at Ibrahim for an answer, but Ibrahim just looked at $Name like he was crazy. ‘Only you can hear me, $Name. I’m inside you, and let me just say you are quite the naughty boy…’ “No-no, I’m not!...” $Name said in protest. “$Name, what is going on?!” Ibrahim asked ‘Oh, you most definitely are… A deceitful, horny, and perverted boy…, and I know of the perfect way to punish you. You wanted your friend to kiss you, right?’ “Hurry and take that thing off!” $Name could hardly move. Whatever was inside $Name kept him in place even though he wanted nothing more than to tear off the nightgown and bail on his entire plan. That’s when something pulled at $Name's shirt and pants under the nightgown. It was the strongest grip he’d ever felt as his pants and shirt were pulled off his body and somehow absorbed into the nightgown, leaving him naked and hairless save for his boxers and the nightgown itself. “What the fuck!” $Name yelled. “What the fuck!” Ibrahim copied. $Name looked over to see Ibrahim turn and start struggling with the door, the knob not turning and the door itself not budging in the slightest. ‘There’s no escaping this,’ The voice giggled inside $Name. ‘Take a look down, $Name…’ $Name did just that and was horrified to see his boxers receding, the cloth trading itself for stretchy soft spandex as it climbed and clung to his legs until the soft fabric was wrapped tightly around his hips and nestled his junk tightly into the front of it. “What’re you doing?!” $Name yelled loudly, which caught the attention of Ibrahim, who looked horrified. “D-d-dude! You’re wearing panties!” $Name couldn’t help but blush and cover himself in embarrassment. He felt as exposed as he could possibly be without being overtly naked… ‘Oh, looks like you’re outfit got his attention! Unfortunately, an outfit can only do so much… let’s pretty you up a little bit, shall we…” “What’re you…” $Name mumbled as he locked eyes with Ibrahim. $Name's gaze seemed to frighten him as Ibrahim yelled out. “Your eyes!” It was then that $Name's eyes had begun to sting. They felt dry as $Name blinked rapidly to lubricate them and swiveled his head to the mirror to get a better look at why they hurt so bad. $Name could hardly hold his eyes open as he looked in the mirror, but something was definitely wrong. $Name could make out a tinge of pink among the $EyeColor of his eyes. With each short look, $Name’d have to shut them again, but each time, the pink became more and more apparent, growing and transmuting his $EyeColor eyes to reddish pink “Agh! What’s happening…” $Name said, furiously rubbing his eyes until they didn’t sting anymore… $Name looked up… amazed to see his eyes gleaming an unnatural pink color as the sockets that held them seemed to flex and grow bigger, $Name's eyelashes growing and darkening to thick beautiful lashes that made him look so fucking… pretty. “No, no, what am I thinking? What are you doing to me?!” ‘I knew you’d love it, $Name. Look how beautiful your eyes are now. I’m sure you’ll be more than pleased with what happens next…’ With her words, $Name’s hair began to grow at an ungodly speed, $HairColor locks pouring over his ears, along his face to his neck, and down from his neck around his mostly bare body until it was so long it reached all the way to $Name’s lower back. “Holy shit!!!!” Ibrahim yelled, cowering behind the bed. $Name’s hair surrounded his body like a soft silky blanket. $Name never thought he’d ever see his hair as long as it was now… but it looked off, $Name's piercing pinkish eyes contrasting so heavily against the $HairColor locks of hair… ‘Oh, don’t you worry one bit, $Name…’ “No. Don’t!” $Name yelled as the slightest sight of pink sprung into existence in the center of his scalp. $Name couldn’t even have a single thought without this dumb voice inside him taking action and using it against him, the pink radiating out to pollute and change the surrounding strands to a similar reddish pink that nearly matched $Name's eyes as it dripped down the entire length of his grown out hair. “Ahhhhh, please come on, change me back!” $Name yelled, grappling with the long pink locks surrounding him, brushing most of it behind his shoulders as he pleaded with his big pink puppy dog eyes at his reflection. ‘But if I let you go $Name I don’t think you’re cute enough for your little friend Ibrahim over there to kiss you, and you’ll be RIGHT. BACK. Where you started. I’m only trying to help, after all…’ “NUGH!” $Name's face was suddenly overwhelmed with extreme pressure, everything caught in a vice grip as he clenched his jaw and felt his flesh begin to bubble, the stubble fading from $Name’s face as his skin softened. “No! Anything but my *Crack!* Face! Uhnn!!” The crack came from his jaw, its prominence fading as it was brought into a softer sharper shape. *Crack!* Then his chin followed, sinking backward as it rounded and shrunk to fit the soft shape of his jaw better. $Name's cheeks trembled “Don’t! You ca- *Swell* n’t!” Despite $Name's protests, his cheekbones rose, and his cheeks swelled, bulging with a blushing red layer over them. ‘Hehehe, I can, and I am… watch your noooose’ The voice giggled as $Name's nose was bombarded by an extreme amount of pops, causing it to shrink to the smallest little button on his face. “Ah, stop, please!” It suddenly felt like $Name's entire head was being palmed like a basketball, loud crunches crushing it smaller and rounder as $Name watched his eyebrows thin and felt his ears shrink. $Name was undeniably cuter, his face a vision of beauty save for… ‘The liiiiiips, of course. Watch them swell, $Name. Imagine what they could do! They aren’t just for kissing!’ $Name's lips trembled at her words, the rather unremarkable things beginning to grow and redden, bulging out into perfectly kissable pillows with their increased size and shine. <img alt="Mori Face" src="images/Mori1.PNG"/> “Oh god, my lips…” $Name said lowly, feeling the plump things on his face and puckering them. ‘And don’t forget about your voice,’ The voice said happily. “My… vOICCEEEEEE?!” It was like the thing inside $Name had grabbed a slider and pulled it upward, making his neck tighten and shrink as his Adam's apple sunk into his throat, which sent the pitch of $Name’s voice skyrocketing into a girlish squeak. $Name huffed cutely as the grip on his throat was released, panicking at what could possibly come next. “Please just make it stop here. Ah!” $Name noticed that he sounded exactly like the voice in his head, a perfect copy of hers as he begged her. “Don’t turn me into a girl. I’m begging you. I promise I won’t ever try to deceive anyone ever again. Just let me g-ahhhhghhh” Sharp and painful cracks made $Name’s body writhe, his tall $Height stature being drawn downward, sinking down the length of the mirror as inches came off his body until he was only 5’6. ‘You’re damn right you won’t because you’re mine now $Name boy, and when I’m done, I’ll be the one calling the shots… But don’t worry.. You’ll always be able to get a faceful of boobs since they’ll always be hanging off your chest…’ “What?! No!” An immediate tingling made $Name's nipples spring up under the nightgown, the firmness of his pecs converting to soft, malleable flesh in an instant that sunk down into his widening areola to make them jut from his chest “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, please no…” $Name's hands found his softened chest, but he weren’t expecting the increased sensitivity, which made $Name’s dick jolt from his own touch, making it gradually rise and stretch his panties outward. ‘My my, you handsy, horny boy, you. Hope you don’t mind if I borrow your muscle to grow the girls.’ $Name's nipples throbbed as they grew bigger, an influx of fat pumping behind them as $Name's arms shrunk in tandem with the growth taking place behind his areola, his skin swelling like a water balloon as his breasts grew more round and voluminous. ‘Now your back…’ $Name felt his back diminishing in size, his shoulders narrowing with it as the weight on his chest grew, filling his palms with soft, bouncy orbs that his fingers sunk into. $Name’s nipples radiated excitement, poking through the nightgown like daggers atop fleshy melons and, with each accidental pass off his hand, sent pleasure to his dick that was throbbing in its soft, stretchy prison. ‘Now lets curve and slim that waist…’ $Name’s stomach growled in resistance before convulsing violently. Excess fat pulling into his breasts as they burst forward into his hands with intense growth while his slim stomach pinched in at the sides. $Name looked down into the deep cleavage that he held in his still manly hands. $Name’s chest was practically bursting from the nightgown with how big his breasts were… e-cups, at least… $Name never thought this would be how he got his hands on a massive pair of boobs, and especially didn’t think it’d make him feel this good. “So… heavy and…” $Name squished them to his chest and let them bounce back into his hands. “Bouncy… ohhhh” ‘See $Name, I knew you’d come around. If you think they feel big now, just watch this…’ An unknown force detached $Name’s hands from his chest. It held them in front of him, forcing him to watch as they stiffened and shrank, $Name's palms losing an immense amount of size as they become soft and dainty. At the same time, his thick fingers wiggled themselves skinny, bright pink nail polish magically coating his unkept nails before stretching them to sharp manicured points over his slim fingers. A big smile spread over $Name's face as his hands once again grabbed his breasts, kneading and pressing them together tightly; $Name's body leaned over and let gravity form some of the deepest cleavage he’d ever seen. “Oh god, I forgot just how amazing having my own body was.” $Name's voice moaned as he fondled himself in the mirror. <img alt="Mori Tease" src="images/Mori2.PNG"/> ‘Ohhhhh… wait… what happened… I’m not doing this!’ “Hmm, sorry $Name, like I said, I’ll be the one calling the shots now. But don’t worry. You’ll still be able to enjoy…” $Name's body posed sexily as his hands ran over his breasts and over the soft-toned skin of his tummy to his panties, $Name’s body’s hands running lightly over his engorged cock, which made it throb all the more. “There are still a few things we need to fix, though… one being this nasty bulging thing between your, well… my legs.” ‘Uhhhhnn no… Don’t. please…’ A wicked grin was plastered on $Name’s face, and with no control over his limbs, he could only feel as his body gripped his member and began to stroke it. ‘Fuaaaaack please, dooooon’t!’ “Ahhhunnnn! Buuuuut why would I stooooop, mmmnuhhhh!” $Name’s hot, moaning female voice cooed. $Name’s small hands stroked his cock, rapidly pumping it over and over. The size starting to strangely become more manageable for his small hands. ‘Uhhhnnn don’t make me…’ $Name’s pleasure was reaching its peak, his uncontrollable stroking hand finding great success as his mind and body moaned in unison, the ropes of cum hitting the floor in globs. “Uhhhnnnnmmm” ‘Uhhhhohhh… god…’ “Mmmmmn, hehe… that was nice… now let’s finish this…” With the release, $Name felt his hard dick continue to shrink, becoming flaccid in his hand as his body applied pressure to help it along. Little by little more pressure was added, causing more and more of $Name's cock to slip in. His cock was dangerously small as his balls popped inside him, his sac folding and repurposing itself as his cock had gotten so small one finger from his body’s hand could press on its tiny head. ‘Please! No more!’ $Name yelled internally. “Say goodbye…” $Name’s voice cooed “Ahnnnnnnn!” ‘Ahhhhhnnn!’ $Name’s body folded forward in ecstasy, his finger entering its new cavity as it plunged his cock inside its moist cavern. Mori couldn’t tell if she’d somehow regained control or if her minds had merged in that instant of pleasure, but both reacted the same. Her finger swirling around the moist cavity that was her new vagina. “Fuck, that feels so good,” Mori shivered. “Just a little more…” she smiled, biting her pink lower lip, her hips snapping outward as you continued to pleasure yourself. “This is exactly what I wanted…” Mori’s ass bounced out to a juicy heart shape behind her, her thighs swelling full as she pressed them tightly together in pleasure. “A body. A sexy body that makes me feel soooo damn good…” Mori’s calves slimmed compared to her juicier thighs, her feet shrinking backward on the ground as they shrank to dainty little things, sporting pink nail polish that matched her hands. Mori sighed loudly, slipping her finger out of her pussy with a wet squelch… “haaaaa” “$Name… are you okay?” Mori heard Ibrahim's voice softly from behind her and could only imagine the chubby little glasses-wearing brown guy was still hiding behind the bed. “Oh Ibrahim, I’m so much better than, okay. And I’d love to show you just how much…” Mori said, turning toward him. <img alt="Mori Threaten" src="images/Mori3.PNG"/>

<img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Mhmm, yeah…. Okay…” $Name threw himself onto his couch lackadaisically while halfheartedly talking to his childhood friend about some iced coffee that she was raving about. Tired of holding the phone to his ear, he placed it beside him and put it on speaker. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“So it’s relatively unknown at the moment, but OH MY GOD, is it soooo good.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“And if it’s so good, why is it so unknown then?” <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“I don’t know, $Name! But that’s why you should try it before it gets popular, so you can say that you did!” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ughhhhhhhh!…. I don’t really like coffee…” There was silence and a smile on $Name's face because he knew what was coming. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“Do it $Name! Or I’ll come over and make you!” Debbie’s response got a genuine chuckle from $Name as he responded in kind. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oh yeah?! I’d love to see you try!” He yelled back into the phone with a smile. There was more silence until Debbie finally responded. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“Let me know how you like it when you try it, okay, thanks. Bye!!” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Bye!!!” The call ended abruptly as $Name settled into his comfortable couch with a grin and feeling a little giddy after talking to Debbie. $Name let out a loud sigh as his phone buzzed: a link from the Debster… He stared at the link a little bit, making a few obnoxious lip pops and vibrations before whispering to himself, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Iced coffee, huh…” He pressed the link, which sent him to a poorly optimized website with a bright pink background and a very non-modern-looking menu with three only three options: Iced latte, Iced mocha, and Iced caramel mocha. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“This website is terrible…” $Name couldn’t help but comment on the atrocious website and limited menu items. It actually brought a smile to his face because of the berating he planned to give Debbie for asking him to order something off of something so shoddy-looking, but even so, he selected an Iced caramel mocha for her sake. As $Name navigated through the checkout menu, he was surprised to find that they actually deliver the coffee, which piqued his interest as something rather unique. WOW! Even more so since they gave him some sort of upgrade for being their five thousandth customer making his Iced caramel mocha an “MBB Iced caramel mocha”. After paying $6.00 for the glorified caffeinated beverage, all that was left to do was wait a while. He supposed. The perfect amount of time to harass Debbie. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>P: Ordered some of that stupid coffee off that wack website you sent me. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>D: You’ll thank me later. This shit is to DIE for! <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>P: I doubt it… the fact that they deliver is pretty cool tho. Even got a free upgrade to MBB for being their 5,000th customer. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>D: MBB?! What’s that even mean?! <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>D: You should def thank me, I ordered one not too long ago, so I was definitely responsible for you being that 5,000th person ;). <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>P: Mhmm, thanks… better be good. //KNOCK KNOCK// Surprised by the door, $Name quickly sent another message and threw his phone back onto the couch. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>P: Coffee has arrived. I’ll give my honest review once I give it a lil taste. $Name opened the door expecting to be met with the deliverer, and he certainly was, only… the person delivering didn’t exactly have the look he expected. From $Name’s height of $Height he had to gaze down quite far to meet the eyes of the girl in a professional pink uniform and wearing a pink visor on her head. <img alt="Engaged small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Hello! I have one MBB Iced Caramel Mocha for our special 5,000th customer!” The girl said from far below $Name—the light brown creamy-looking drink held in her small hands. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Um… yep that’s me…” $Name said, still a little stunned by the girl's short stature. She had to only be like 4ft tall… <img alt="Engaged small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Oh, you, sir? I’m so sorry we only serve female customers.” She said, bringing out her equally small phone and tapping on the screen. <img alt="Engaged small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Oh, here’s the problem… $Name… always those unisex nicknames that get the system all confused. So sorry to have wasted your time, sir. We will refund you your money as soon as possible.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Whoa, hold on!” $Name spoke up as the small girl was about to walk away. Despite being upset at the obvious sexism, there wasn’t a chance he was going to let something so exclusive escape him now that it was at his doorstep. He was the 5,000th customer, after all! <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Hey, I’m sorry I should’ve been more clear. I ordered the drink, but it’s actually for my girlfriend who told me to. She’ll be home soon, and I’m sure she’ll murder me if I don’t secure the coffee for her.” $Name said as convincingly as he could. <img alt="Engaged small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Oh really?” The small girl said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. She let out a big sigh as she outstretched her small arm with the coffee in hand out to $Name. <img alt="Engaged small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“If you’re lying and you drink this coffee, sir, you’ll regret it.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘What?!’ $Name’s brain yelled, as he didn’t hesitate to grab the icy beverage from the girl’s hand and stand for a moment before sputtering out <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Um… Thanks, I won’t…” With that, the short-statured girl marched down the stairs of the apartment complex and out of view as $Name still stood with the “Female only” coffee, chilling his hand. He took a long hard look at the drink before shutting himself back in his apartment and instantly walked back to his phone that he’d haphazardly tossed onto the couch. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>D: Did you get the coffee yet? The message had been sitting on his screen for some minutes: Seven, according to what his phone told him. With no delay, he put the coffee on the small table in front of him and called Debby instead of texting her back, only wanting to confirm what the short girl had told him at least. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“Hey! Did you try the coffee yet?!” Debbie answered and sounded excited to hear what he had to say, but there wasn’t a chance he was trying anything until he at least covered his bases. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“No, I didn’t. Hey, why didn’t you tell me that that place only served girls?” $Name asked seriously. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“Huh?! What’re you talking about?” Deb responded, confused. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Okay, so some weird shit just happened where the little dwarf girl that delivered my coffee told me they only served girls and told me that if I drank it, I would regret it. Any thoughts on that?!” <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“Wow, what the fuck… The dwarf girl I’m familiar with, but she never told me anything about them being an exclusively girl-servicing business… So does that mean you’re not gonna try it?” Debbie asked. $Name looked at the now sweating cup of Iced coffee on the table in front of him, watching the droplets of condensation slide down the plastic and pool around the base. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Mmm, I dunno… I think I’ll still try it…” $Name answered, the small amount of fear he had fading away simply by talking about it. What was really the worst that could happen? <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“WooHoo! Well, tell me how you like it when you taste it. What flavor did you get again?” Deb inquired. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Caramel Mocha, and don’t forget I got the special MBB version,” $Name said. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“Ooh, yeah. I’m still curious about what that is… Hope you like it! Text me your review. I’m heading to work soon.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Yeah, will do. Talk to you later, Deb,”$Name said before hanging up the phone. $Name sighed as he reached for the coffee and just pulled a tiny amount of the liquid through the straw and into his mouth… The creamy cool liquid coated his tongue with a sweet and slightly bitter coffee taste with a hint of that caramel and chocolate. “Aaand it’s just iced coffee, great.” $Name let the taste melt in his mouth as the thought of anything bad happening melted with it, relieved that the words of the dwarf girl had to be just to scare him, he took a deeper pull from the straw and let the cool drink run down his throat and into his chest… then down into his sto$Name… then into his hips and down both legs… <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Whoa, what’s happening?!” $Name yelled, lifting his legs up to feel the chill run down into his feet to make them ice cold. $Name stared down the length of his body, his white sock-covered feet raised off the floor as he felt them tingle, the chill thawing back to warmth as the peculiar sensation of his socks climbing from his ankles stunned him enough to watch them move up his legs to mid-calf as the majority of the sock turned grey while the cuff and toe brightened to pink. The socks were fuzzy and soft, caressing $Name’s feet in warmth as suddenly a loud crack from his left foot sounded out. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ahhhh ow ow!” $Name hissed. It was akin to a cramp, and he could see how his left foot looked lopsided and sunken before another plethora of cracks berated the same foot to make it crunch and shrink down before his eyes. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ahhhh!” holding the shrunken foot up next to its neighbor, it was obvious how it changed. His size 11 foot had lost a minimum of five sizes at least! <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ehhhhh! What’s going on?!” Following its neighbor, $Name’s right foot mimicked the changes to his left. Cracking loud on one side before the rest crunched in and reshaped his foot to the same delicate size as his left. <img alt="Millie feet" src="images/MillieFeet.png"/> He had to wiggle his toes in the soft socks to make sure he was still in control of the foreign feet attached to the ends of his legs as they responded to his will. Certain the event wasn’t a dream, he pulled one of his socks off to see a hairless dainty foot with pink painted nails on his much smaller toes. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What. The. Fuck. Is happening…” he mumbled fearfully as he set the coffee on the table in front of him and pulled the pink and grey sock back over his foot. He had to text Deb. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>P: Deb! This coffee is cursed or something! It gave me fucking girls feet!” As $Name sent the message and waited, he absentmindedly reached out and grabbed the coffee again, taking a swig to calm his nerves as… <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ahhh! Why did I just do that!” $Name yelled, placing the drink aside once again and feeling the cool drink slide into his chest and send the same chill as before down each of his arms to his hands while the rest slid down below his knees. It was relieving to feel the cold again start to dissipate in his hands as $Name tightened his hands repeatedly to help the circulation of blood as he witnessed his nails start to grow. He held his hands out before him, his breath shaky and his eyes wide as he watched his fingernails lose their translucent color and turn pink, stretching themselves over his fingertips to long, rounded crescents before the vascularity and hair on the back of his hands started to fade slowly, the skin gaining a sunkissed glow that left him bewildered as his knuckles started to pop and his hands themself started to change. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“No! No!” He could only protest verbally as the changes to his shrinking hands came quickly, the palms of both condensing while each finger was drawn in and slimmed. With his hands feminized, $Name, from his seated position, shifted his attention to his legs as tightness gripped his calves. Making them glow the same sunkissed color as his hands before the hair on them sucked its way back into his skin to leave everything below his knees glowing with a freshly shaved and moisturized shine. //POP// //POP// Jostling $Name in his seat, the lower half of his legs jolted one after the other, removing an inch of overall length from them while his genetically unremarkable calves plumped up behind his shining legs. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Jesus…” $Name said as he turned his hands over in front of him while he took in the whole of his changed features. <img alt="Millie Hands" src="images/MillieHands.png"/> The long points of his nails were soothing to poke into his soft palms, the foreign feeling making him feel angry at how they changed as he looked at the coffee on the table in front of him. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“You’re going down the drain,” $Name said with a scowl as he stood and very nearly splatted to the floor but caught himself on the table before he did. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Stupid small feet!” he growled, wiggling his little feet below him. Carefully this time, he shakily stood straight and grabbed the drink off the table, and made a slow march to the sink in his kitchen. With some difficulty removing the cap, thanks to his nails, he hovered the drink over the sink with intention but found himself hesitating. He slowly tipped it, the delicious mocha-colored drink approaching the brim as it almost spilled out… The familiar text tone from his phone breached the tension, sounding out from the living room as he suddenly turned the beverage upright again. $Name let out a sigh as he placed the cap and straw back on it… Maybe he could use the drink as evidence to prove that it was changing him so Deb could witness… Carefully maneuvering back to the couch, he put the coffee on the table and grabbed his phone. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>D: Huh? Was the message that Deb responded with. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘Fuck. I suppose this is rather out there…’ $Name thought as he licked his lips and more of the drink slid down his throat. It actually took him a moment to realize what he’d done as he took a follow-up drink before slowly pulling the straw from his mouth in confusion. The cold feeling moved quicker, putting itself in the entirety of his lower half as he quickly Facetimed Deb and set his phone up at an angle against the couch cushion so that she could see him while standing. This was going to be the evidence he needed! He stood, feeling his legs and hips quivering under his weight as they were still a little numb, the phone constantly ringing as $Name’s ordinary shorts started to get softer. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“C’mon Deb, pick up!” $Name's shorts climbed his legs and higher on his waist as they grew fuzzy, turning a solid gray as they molded to his figure and gained an inherent stretchiness. Despite his more revealed legs, he was starting to feel warm and pleasured, the previous parts of his transformation not feeling nearly as good as this one as the remaining hair on his legs pulled themselves out of sight to give way to the same sunkissed glow that was shown on his calves and hands. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Deb… Please… Ohhh…” $Name tucked his hands between his crotch as his hips began to widen pleasurably, pushing against the stretchy fabric. They followed with a loud pop, the slim man's frame curving considerably as he lightly ran his nails across the soft skin of his thighs, feeling something bubbling beneath. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“WHOA, what are you doing?!” Deb had finally answered as $Name’s thighs started to swell, the circumference growing as they filled with soft fat to slightly close the gap between his legs. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Fuuuuuuck…” $Name moaned. It wasn’t just his legs. His ass, too, was swelling, stretching the form-fitting shorts behind him as each cheek grew bigger and softer to endow him with a curvy and rounded lower half. $Name was embarrassingly hard, but he did his best to hide that fact as he spoke. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Deb, you see… Something’s happening to me… It’s the coffee.” <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“$Name, is this some sort of filter you’re using?!” Deb asked in disbelief. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What? Are you serious, Deb?! How could I fake this?!” $Name yelled back. Even if the sight of him was completely unbelievable, there was no way he could possibly-! ‘Drink more, show her’ He had no idea why he suddenly had the thought, but if she wanted more proof, he’d give her some. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Fine, I fucking show you!” It made his dick throb just thinking about changing himself a little more, a degree of arousal passing through him as he swiftly reclaimed the coffee that he’d placed on the table and gestured to Deb that he was going to give her proof. Taking a long pull from the straw, he drained a good portion of it from the cup, more than every other time, as he felt that cool numbing feeling work its way back into his body, down his throat, and through the entirety of his torso. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oh, my gohd…” $Name moaned with a softer tone as he felt the warmth returning to him, his arms growing lighter as they deflated in his sleeves, the skin glowing to match the tone of his hands as the hair on them retreated into his skin before his eyes <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“I hohpe this is proof enough for ya,” he whimpered as his shoulders groaned in resistance before sinking closer to his body with a couple of gentle pops. His torso followed as the room grew around him, the feeling of his shirt growing baggier by the second as his body lost its size. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Hmmm…” $Name couldn’t help but run a manicured hand over his sensitizing body, the skin turning soft all over his torso as his shirt began to gray and gain that same fuzzy softness of his shorts as it drew itself tight around him in a gray tank top that showed his glowing midriff that was tightening in its own right, toning itself to a flat tummy that pinched his waist at both sides to curve. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“Holy shit $Name! Stop drinking the coffee, then!” He heard Deb yell as she watched his body transform. $Name didn’t even realize that the straw again ended up back in his mouth. His mind in a daze as he was washed with the foreign and pleasurable sensations of his changing body <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“I cahnt stohp” $Name cooed as he sucked down more of the liquid with closed eyes. The cool drink gave him a brain freeze this time on top of traveling through his body again, making his nipples perk up under the fuzzy top and his dick numb as it lost prominence in his shorts. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“$Name!” Deb yelled. $Name’s eyes were shut tight as he hissed through gritted teeth and pressed a finger into his temple to relieve the pain. As it faded, Mall couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto his face, feelings of happiness and comfort heating him as tingles danced across his skin. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Wow, Deb, I suddenly feel really good all of a sudden.” <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/> “What the hell does that mean?” Deb asked. “Look and listen to yourself! You look and sound like a girl, a British one!” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oh Dehb, but I’m not a gehrl at ohll, I still hahve my twig ahnd I think I’m done changing.” He said with a smile. That smile was quickly replaced by surprise as his lower back suddenly arched forward, making his chest and ass thrust in opposite directions as he looked down, puzzled. Parts of his body buzzed, his face, chest, and crotch, specifically. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oh, I may hahve spoken too soon,” $Name commented as his dick twinged painfully between his legs. His body folded forward in a pained reaction as he grabbed his crotch, feeling his limp noodle and balls shrinking by the second. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Dehb, I think that gehrl bit you mentioned is happenin' right now, ohhhh~!” $Name could feel it pulling upward, his balls pressing tightly against his body as they slipped inside one after the other with body resounding pops, his dick losing its length by the second as he felt something open up below him, his dick worming closer and closer to that opening as he felt it slip quickly inside. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oh my gosh,” The feeling of something worming through his body took precedence as his chest bubbled forward with the beginning of breasts. Feeling the slight jiggle on his chest made his hand grasp at the soft flesh that was making itself known. The soft fat let his manicured fingers sink into them as they continued to grow and bulge forward. <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“$Name, you’re growing tits!” Deb yelled from the phone. $Name rolled her eyes. Well, duh, the two rounding masses on her chest couldn’t really be much other than that. Growing full, they developed into full b-cups that were caressed by the soft fabric of her fuzzy shirt. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“This cohffee is the behst! I cahn’t wait to sponsor it.” <img alt="Gina small" src="images/Gina200.png"/>“$Name! What are you talking about?!” $Name could hardly hear Deb over the sounds of her face crackling, the bones in her jaw reshaping as it was made into an oval shape, her features beautifying with the swell of her lips, the shrinking of her nose, and ascending cheekbones. Even her (if: $Eyecolor is "Brown") [brown eyes grew more attractive as they widened to look more doe-like, their beauty only accentuated by the dark lashes and primped eyebrows that grew and shaped themselves, respectively.] (else:)[ eyes grew more attractive as they widened to look more doe-like. Turning brown, their beauty was only accentuated by the dark lashes and primped eyebrows that grew and shaped themselves, respectively.] <img alt="Millie Hands" src="images/Millie50.png"/>“Hm~” Millie sighed, pleased, as she placed a hand on her face,(if: $HairColor is "Brown") [her brown hair dropping around her peripherals as it grew out to a styled bob that rested on the nape of her neck and around her chin.] (else:)[her hair dropping around her peripherals as it grew out to a styled bob before washing over with a coat of brown as it rested on the nape of her neck and around her chin.] <img alt="Millie Hands" src="images/Millie50.png"/>“Mahn~ This cohffee is so good I forgot what I was doing’” The phone sat black on Millie’s expensive couch as she gazed over and remembered she needed to snap some pictures to sponsor the life-changing coffee she was currently holding in her hand <img alt="Millie small" src="images/Millie50.png"/>“Right, instagrahm,” she said decidedly. Setting up, she posed effortlessly on the couch in her loungewear, pursing her lips around the straw of her drink in a cute pose that just screamed, “Relaxation and comfort.” and excited to be able to sponsor such a great coffee… <img alt="Millie Coffee" src="images/MillieCoffee.png"/>

“Hey! It’s me, Scarlett Johanson, or is it?” she said with a wink, “Have you ever wondered what’d it be like to be a celebrity like myself? Or are you low on cash and need to make a few million dollars? If either sounds appealing to you, give Entertainment INC a call at 398-777-3208 for the opportunity to be interviewed for a celebrity fill-in! Unfortunately, not everyone will be eligible, but if you manage to pass an intensive background check, the chance could be yours! Now it’s not every day th…” Scarlett’s sweet, seductive voice slowly tapered off as $Name descended into a deeper slumber, his head slowly lowering to a hang as he began to snore on the couch in his small apartment. Tired after a long day of doing nothing but drinking, the man was finally coming to a rest on the quiet Saturday afternoon… //KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!// <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“HUH? Wha! Who’s there!?” $Name yelled as his head shot up and bobbed around, startled awake from his nap by the hard knocks on the door. With no answer, $Name groggily called again <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Hello?!” again, no answer. $Name let out a discomforted huff and rubbed his glazed eyes as he considered passing out again. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmmmm…” he let out a low grumble as he lurched forward with enough effort to use the momentum from his beer belly to his advantage as he stood up and flicked off the television. He decided he’d go to bed, but only after he checked the door. It could be one of his online orders… and he knew the risks of leaving out packages in HIS apartment complex. Stumbling over to the door, he slid the deadbolt and pulled the door open. Sure enough, a fairly large package was positioned perfectly square in front of the door. He snatched it up without a thought of its perfect positioning and slammed and re-locked the door. With an absentminded throw of the package to the ground, he began his waddle to his bedroom until he heard the sound of a muffled voice coming from somewhere. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What is that?” $Name mumbled. Even though he was still fairly drunk, the sound made him curious, making him turn back around to follow it. Was it the box? With slow steps over, he put his ear to the cardboard and could clearly hear someone talking within. He held his ear there for a few moments, the sound not loud enough for him to make out the words, but there was definitely something playing inside. With his curiosity peaked, he placed the mumbling box on his small wooden dining room table and took the extremely short journey into his kitchen to produce a knife from a drawer. By the time he wandered back, the box was silent. He put his ear to it again to be sure it didn’t get quieter, but whatever was playing inside had definitely stopped. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Hmph,” $Name gave his rough chin a scratch before stabbing the taped crease of the box with his knife to free whatever was inside. With a sharp pop from the tape as he wrenched the folds free with his strong hands, he was met with a little iPhone-like device darkened by inactivity with a little replay symbol over the picture of a smiling man in a lab coat. Under the device was a second box that would have to be opened, but $Name wanted to see what the culprit of the noise said first. With a swift poke of the screen, the video started to play again. <img alt="Doctor small" src="images/professorFace200.png"/>“Hello, Candace.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘Candace?’ $Name thought. <img alt="Doctor small" src="images/professorFace200.png"/>“We appreciate you volunteering yourself to become one of the newest celebrity stand-ins here at Entertainment INC.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Entertainment INC, huh?” $Name chuckled, scratching his gut. He knew from a multitude of sources what Entertainment INC was but never really understood how things worked with them. What he did know is that they shelled out absurd amounts of money to people. Maybe that’s what was inside the second box? <img alt="Doctor small" src="images/professorFace200.png"/>“Unfortunately, you didn’t qualify for any of our “big-name” celebrities, but inside this box, you’ll find everything you need to assume a stand-in role for one of our more minor celebrities DemonDice. Be sure to-” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“I’ve heard enough,” $Name mumbled, pausing the video and placing it out of the way. With his mind still on money, he wanted to get to the contents of the second box as quickly as possible to see if there was any inside. With a few grumbles, he grabbed the second box out of the first, placing it on the floor because of the size of the first occupying the entirety of his small table, and got on his knees to open it in a similar way to the original. //Slice, pull, pop! // Inside the second box were actual things: Clothes, a plane ticket, a small bottle of something… but that seemed to be it. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ughhh… that sucks…” $Name ruffled his $HairColor hair and ran his hand down his face in disappointment. He was getting more sober by the moment as he investigated the box not meant for him. There were two changes of clothes, both meant for a woman, complete with panties and two large bras. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘Candace must be stacked’ $Name got a perverted chuckle at the thought as he set aside the large bras and other clothes and proceeded to check out the plane ticket: A one-way flight to Japan flying out of the international airport in his state, the name written on it, Karen Calanni… <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“All of this is completely useless,” $Name commented, picking up the final object and turning it over in his hand. It was void of any instructions, but as he pulled off the top, it was clear it was a spray of some kind. Curious, he held it far away from his face and sprayed it in his direction. The mist that left the bottle was powerful, so powerful the little bottle completely emptied itself in one spritz while $Name got a faceful of it. His sense of smell bombarded by a strong lavender like he’d just landed in a field of flowers, making him recoil and sputter as he dropped the small and empty bottle to the floor. $Name waved his hands around like mad as he stood up to get away from the mist. Stumbling away, he let out a big sneeze that left him sniffling. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Bruahhgg, ughh!" //Sniff // <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>"what was that stuff?!” $Name yelled. His sinuses stung with a pressure that could only be described as some sort of allergy, feeling it permeate throughout his entire face before it dropped down into his throat. The pressure slid down $Name’s throat into his chest, where it sat for a few moments. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“This isn’t normal!” $Name said in reaction to the pressure moving around his body like some internal probe taking note of everywhere it went before it slipped into his gut. $Name held his pressurized belly in confusion and fear. …………………………………………… What $Name was unaware of was that the mist that he’d inhaled was actually millions of nanobots that all swept into his nose and mouth, the bots following each other as soon as one had registered that it was inside the host. They tunneled through his body, scanning every inch of their host to collect every detail as they dropped into his stomach: also known as “Home base.” Here they would disperse and begin the process that Entertainment Inc made them for… complete and total host transformation… …………………………………………….. The pressure inside the man's belly was mounting, making it gurgle and shake. $Name stared wide-eyed at his well-manufactured beer gut moving erratically under his hands. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Aghhh! What’s happening to me?!” $Name screamed as his belly started to impact itself under his hands like some sort of twisted implosion was taking place within him. It wasn’t a steady process. Different sides of his stomach folded in on itself as it pulled closer and closer to above his waistband. $Name could only writhe in discomfort as his distended beer gut flattened against him like he’d just inhaled a big breath of air. The man stood in disbelief as he probed and pressed against his flattened belly, realizing that it was still rather soft and squishy despite its now flat nature. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What the hell, what the hell!” $Name yelled. Even though he wasn’t exactly in dismay about the loss of his belly, it was more about HOW it happened that disturbed him… what was still happening! $Name’s flat but still rather wide waist was beginning to pinch at the sides, being pulled from within as the slightest curves had begun to manifest on his body. Not only were his sides being pulled, but in tandem, he could feel something pushing his hips, nudging them, making them threaten them to…to… //CR- CR - CRACK!// With a loud and truly frightening crack, $Name’s hips popped out wide, and his member sprung up in his shorts. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What the fuuuuuck! Ahhhhn” An open-mouthed smile spread across $Name’s face as his hands now caressed his hips and traced his stomach, lightly running over his cock as he was filled with unknown and confusing pleasure. His thoughts told him that that should have hurt like hell, but his body was telling him otherwise. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Fuuuck, what is happening… to me?” $Name said breathlessly, his body starting to get hot as his member pulsated in his shorts. Despite the way he felt, he knew that he shouldn’t. It wasn’t normal! <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmmph.” $Name was growing hornier, and he needed answers. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘The video! I’d paused it before it finished! Maybe it would haaaaaa~ve answers?’ $Name shivered as his wobbly legs weakly stepped toward the table. His dick starting to feel even better as if it was receiving thousands of little strokes from the softest hands. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Fuuuuuuck.” $Name moaned through gritted teeth as his shorts started to get tighter on his crotch. Finding the little device, he leaned his hips against the table for support as his cock continued to throb in his shorts. With a grimace, he pulled and tried to relieve some of the pressure, only to find that his pulls at the front of the shorts made them feel all the tighter at his rear. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Huh?!” this sparked a realization in $Name’s mind as he threw his head behind his shoulder to see that his ass was growing! He could feel it now that he realized it! The flesh behind him expanding and filling out the back of his shorts as they grew wider, packing more and more meat into his behind to continually put pressure on his dick! ‘God, if the freaks on my Twitch stream knew about how fat my ass was, they’d be even worse…’ $Name shook his head, feeling random thoughts suddenly creep in. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘What am I thinking!’ he yelled internally as he followed with resistance. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“AhhhH no ahhhhh! Please stahhhp!” $Name reached back to grab one of his soft and growing ass cheeks in hopes of slowing the growth, finding the added fat to be extremely soft and plentiful as his hand simply sunk into it. $Name let out a pleasured moan as he tried his best to orient his dick so the added mass of his backside didn’t put too much pressure on it, but only ended up turning himself on more as his hand made contact with the “full mast” unit between his legs. $Name stifled a moan as he nearly came, his dick twitching and wanting to erupt, but he somehow held it together. His face was as red as it could be. He wanted to cum but was afraid of what would happen if he did so, but he was quickly throwing out any consequences of that thought as his pleasure began to peak. $Name released his ass with a bounce as it continued to swell behind him and pack into the shorts. ‘th-th-the video…’ $Name finally was able to hit play, letting it resume where it left off as his legs began to tingle and shake. <img alt="Doctor small" src="images/professorFace200.png"/>“-to only spray the body modifying nanobots in a private place. Once sprayed, they will immediately begin to sculpt your body into its new celebrity form…” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Fuuuuuuuck…” $Name looked down to see his tanned legs completely hairless and pale, the legs of the shorts beginning to grow tighter as his thighs suddenly bumped up a size. ‘Oh I can hear the comments now… “DemonDice, please put my head between your thicc thighs ugh!”’ <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘No, no, no! I’m not someone else, I’m $Name, $Name!’ $Name tried his best to combat his transformation, shaking his head with fervor as the video continued to play. <img alt="Doctor small" src="images/professorFace200.png"/>“… The transformation can be quite visceral and disorienting, but the bots should minimize any pain you feel with dopamine and serotonin releases if any pain is felt…” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“So thaaaaaAHHts why everytttthing feels sooooo goood.” $Name cooed as his thighs started to press lightly against his balls, his bare feet cracking down below as he looked to witness the size of his feet diminish, the toes realigning with their new base as they shrunk with it. <img alt="Doctor small" src="images/professorFace200.png"/>“... fortunately since you share the same sex as the celebrity, the transformation should be fairly quick and painless, and you can assume your role in no time. Remember, the effects are permanent until your contract is up, but that time should fly since the celebrities personality should be in control for that period of time. We wish you the best of luck and thank you for working with us.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“OHhhh noooo! You mean I’m becoming aaahahh *POP* *POP*!” $Name felt his balls squirm their way into him as he suddenly came, his lower body bucking backward as he held the table and expelled his manly essence into his shorts. Loads of the hot stuff pumping out of him with strong and pleasurable flexes from his cock. $Name whimpered as his body shivered in ecstasy. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘I’m turning into a woman! Fuck fuck! Mmmnnnn, why does it feel so goooooood! Mmmmmm… the dopamine…’ $Name thought, blinking away stars from the intensity of the orgasm he’d just experienced. $Name had little time as the folding of his empty sack made his hips squirm with the strange sensation, feeling it morphing into lubricated lips between his legs. $Name looked down to see the spike in his shorts, which was his dick, begin to soften, it felt numb as he watched it shrink and start to lose its prominence. Still a bit slow from the mind-shattering orgasm, it took more than a moment for him to realize what this meant… but when he did… <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“No!” $Name reached between his soft thighs and tried to grasp the slipping rod, but its ever-shrinking process made it extremely difficult as it continually wormed out of his grasp. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Fuuuuuuakk just hooold oooon!” With one last fruitless fumble, $Name felt it enter him, leaving nothing but lips between her legs as it settled inside and left a flat surface at her crotch. $Namen stood awkwardly for a moment. Bent over, hands between her thighs and on her crotch as her thighs surged one last time and her calves and knees slimmed below her. $Name gulped loudly, feeling new hormones begin to sweep through her, making her feel tingly and different as her chest began to feel tender and her upper body stiff. <img alt="Demon hips" src="images/DemonDiceHips.png"/> An exquisite pressure began to take place on her wide shoulders as they groaned for a moment, giving $Name time to acknowledge them before they flexed and snapped, narrowing them down to a small rounded form. It wasn’t over, and $Name realized this, but what could she do now? She could only take note of her transforming body as her arms and hands began to shake in resistance, her tan meaty hands ultimately losing as her rough palms shrank and softened to pale white while her meaty fingers slimmed and grew out delicately long nails. Jesren stared wide-eyed, watching her burly arms pulse three times. Each time making it a little whiter, a little slimmer, a little less hairy, until she sported soft, white, and hairless twig-like arms with no visible biceps. ‘It’s truly a wonder how I keep such slim arms with the body I got. Guess I can thank applebitches for that..’ <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘Applebitches?!’ $Name was really starting to lose it! She put her hands on her head to steady her thoughts until her attention was drawn downward. Small gasps escaped $Name’s mouth as the tenderness in her chest began to increase. Her nipples were growing, widening in size. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Hehh! Fuck…” $Name placed her hands over and prodded her chest as something suddenly gripped her spine, throwing her lower back forward into a feminine arch as the table in front of her slowly grew a little closer, her eye-line sinking with the sensation of her compressing spine. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ehhhhhh!” $Name’s prodding hands made the lips between her legs start to tingle as new nerve endings sent foreign pleasure through her. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oooh god!” //SWELL// The first notable addition of mass had pushed her chest out in already undeniable breasts. She remembered how big the bra was… and knew that the small size wouldn’t be the size they would stop at. //Swell // More fat pushed into her chest, distending them further as they started to droop slightly. $Name’s neck was also growing tight as her tanned skin began to lighten in the area, her Adam's apple bobbing as it struggled to stay present. //SWELL// More breast tissue, more weight, more pleasure. $Name's groping hands had begun to struggle holding her boobs. And her neck! //Cough// She coughed in a higher pitch as panic riddled her face. //SWELL // “Shit!” $Name’s neck had fully slimmed, taking her Adam's apple as her chest continued to grow, making her ordinary t-shirt rise significantly off her body as she struggled to contain the burgeoning things! ‘Why did I put on such a small shirt that couldn’t accommodate my chest?!’ <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘No! I didn’t have these before!’ $Name’s mind was blurring the lines between what she was and what she is! She was of course a ordinary gu- //rapper!// Who occasionally dran- //streamed on twitch!// And hung out with her budd- //pals playing dnd!// <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Aghhhh!” The beginnings of pale skin were crawling over her jaw while her (if: $HairColor is "Brown") [hair started to gain a soft and voluminous consistency] (else:) [hair started to be permeated with patches of brown. The hair started to gain a soft and voluminous consistency as the brown stretched its darkening corruption over $Name’s head.] //SNAP! // $Name’s jaw had suddenly realigned as the pale skin continued to creep upward, her cheeks swelling as the bones placed themselves higher, a prominent dimple starting to be shown on her right cheek as she moved her changing face around, her lips wobbling as they puffed outward and grew in size. $Name smiled slightly, causing her dimple to show as she remembered when someone called it cute-! Wa-wait..! //SWELL // Her humongous tits continued to grow. They were so big! Stretching the shirt nearly to its limit as they were only held by how soft and malleable they were. //Crack!// $Name’s nose suddenly reshaped, turning up at the end as it became petite, her eyes growing shortly after, not in surprise, but in femininity, her eyelashes growing long and dark along with them. //SWELL // “AHHH!” $Name struggled to contain her huge E-cups, the round blobs protruding and hanging on her chest like pleasurable pendulums as she folded her arms over them to squish them in submission, the slight brushing of her hair on her temples slightly distracting as she was forced to deal with all the sensations. <img alt="Demon Boobs" src="images/DemonDiceBoobs.png"/> “How do I manage all this?!” $Name asked, “I need my damn bra!” With dramatic growth, her hair dropped to her chin while her eyebrows thinned to primped arches above her still $EyeColor eyes, her chest no longer growing as they reached their destined melon size. “Whew.” $Name brushed her chin-length hair out of her face as it rushed to her shoulders, the strands spreading out like tendrils as it grew further and faster down her chest. $Name blinked a few times, the pleasure from her breasts weirdly fading as she shook her hair out of her eyes another time. She stared emptily for a moment, adjusting her shirt (if: $EyeColor is "Brown")[] (else:) [as the $EyeColor of her eyes gained a dot of brown that was slowly growing.] <img alt="Demon Small" src="images/DemonDice50.png"/>‘First things first, I definitely need to get out of the clothes she was in they were soiled by, ewww.. something… though I'm not really sure why’d I'd put on such ill-fitting clothes, to begin with.’ (if: $EyeColor is "Brown")[Karen suddenly smiled big, her cute dimple showing itself on her chubby face as she got a little excited at the thought of Japan and her new job. She blinked and turned toward the mess of clothes on the floor. <img alt="Demon Small" src="images/DemonDice50.png"/>“Okay, so shopping in some regular clothes, then dress for the flight. Easy peasy.” With ingrained experience, Karen got herself ready and snapped a picture of the start of her journey. A new life awaited her, well kind of, she was just moving to Japan… but she was gonna make sure she’d capture it! ] (else:) [The brown dot consumed a quarter of her $EyeColor iris. <img alt="Demon Small" src="images/DemonDice50.png"/> ‘Then I'll have to pick up a new wardrobe for my trip to Japan, couldn’t bring my whole closet now, could I?’ The ocean of $EyeColor was half gone. <img alt="Demon Small" src="images/DemonDice50.png"/>‘Of course, after that, since the flight was tonight, I'll hop on the plane!’ Only a quarter left! Karen smiled big, her cute dimple showing itself on her chubby face as she got a little excited at the thought of Japan and her new job. She blinked her brown eyes and turned toward the mess of clothes on the floor. <img alt="Demon Small" src="images/DemonDice50.png"/>“Okay, so shopping in some regular clothes, then dress for the flight. Easy peasy.” With ingrained experience, Karen got herself ready and snapped a picture of the start of her journey. A new life awaited her, well kind of, she was just moving to Japan… but she was gonna make sure she’d capture it! ] <img alt="Demon Full" src="images/DemonDice.png"/>

$Name was doing a little exploring, League of Legends Rule 34 exploring, to be exact. He was feeling a little pent-up, long day after long day; it never seemed to stop, and it was important to have a little time for himself. Fortunately, there was an almost never-ending sea of great league content out there for him to explore. Sona was one of the champions who always got his attention with her elegant flowing robes, long cyan-blue hair, and overall amazing figure. Looking at the lewd art really started to get him fired up, a boner raging in his pants. Pawing at his bulge, he was seconds away from taking care of the task at hand. //Crash// $Name shot up from his computer desk, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“oh, come on,” he whispered, now on high alert. He never had to deal with a home intruder before, so he grabbed the closest thing he could use as a weapon… a belt. Slowly creeping to his closed bedroom door, he quietly opened it and poked his head out. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/> “If anyone’s out there, I have a gun! You’d better fucking leave!” He shouted into the darkness of the hallway that led to his living room, gripping his weapon tightly. $Name peered into the darkness, as his eyes slowly adjusted he could make out a shape moving swiftly back and forth. He squinted harder, trying to make out what the mysterious shape was. When it suddenly stopped moving at the end of the hallway. It stayed still for a moment… shifting slightly as two bright golden eyes showed through the blackness, staring directly at $Name. <img alt="Ahri small" src="images/Ahri50.png"/>“Sooooo… hungry” the shape said in a seductive moan. $Name, freaked out, quickly slammed the door shut, bracing it with his body. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What the fuck was that!” he hissed. $Name stayed dead quiet. A low growl could be heard through the frame of the door, growing in intensity as it positioned itself directly on the other side. //Slam Pound Crack // $Name’s back bounced off the door with each hit, but he held strong, not letting whatever was out there get in. The pounding ceased for a moment, replaced with what could only be described as a shimmering noise, growing louder as $Name was suddenly flung from the door, splinters of the door alight with a blue glow being scattered around the bedroom floor as he landed on his stomach painfully. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ughh,” he groaned, flipping himself around only to be face to face with the bright golden eyes he’d seen in the hallway on one of the most beautiful faces he’d ever laid his eyes on. Three black stripes lined on each cheek, feline ears perched on top of her head and nine tails flared out behind her. $Name gasped <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ahri?” <img alt="Ahri small" src="images/Ahri50.png"/>“Yeeees” she said sexily, her eyes flashing pink. The same pink reflecting in $Name’s eyes, as a wave of pleasure pierced through him, bringing him instantly to a raging erection. He breathed shakily as she brought her face closer to his, only centimeters away. He felt her sweet breath on his face as she brought her lips to his, swirling her tongue around in his mouth as she began to feed on him. A blue like aura transferring itself from $Name into Ahri as they kissed passionately. $Name was lost in the kiss, not noticing as blue flames danced around his body, bright blue burn holes appearing on his clothes as they began to disintegrate away, leaving the man stark naked. Ahri caresses $Name’s face as his facial hair starts to recede into his skin, leaving it soft and smooth. His whole body follows suit, depriving itself of any unsightly hairs. $Name's body pulses, a weakness overtaking his limbs as each pulse atrophies his muscles until they are barely there, his body now completely waifish looking under Ahri. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmphhhh” A groan escapes $Name as he feels something soft wrap itself around his dick, stroking him as he was locked in the kiss, one of Ahri’s tails expertly teasing him as it moved up and down on his cock. The pleasure built quickly with each stroke from the tail that held his dick tightly. The feeling quickly became too much as he erupted over the soft fur that ensnared him, spurting load after load. The blue aura intensified around him, pouring itself into Ahri as she moaned into his mouth, growing full on his essence. $Name's manhood was spent as it grew limp, shrinking out of the confines of her tail, and closer and closer to his body until it and his balls suddenly… fell off with a plop onto the floor. <img alt="Ahri small" src="images/Ahri50.png"/>“Ohhhhh yeeeeees!” Ahri moaned loudly as she broke the kiss, feeling herself up, and shivering from the full meal she just received. <img alt="Ahri small" src="images/Ahri50.png"/>“Oooo thank you for that” she said licking her lips, and looking at the still charmed and now genderless $Name. Ahri looked regretfully at $Name, who was still in a daze, her feral behavior starting to recede as she started to feel bad for the unsuspecting man she’d just drained. She stood up, looking around his room, seeing some pictures of the man and his family as well as the lewd artwork of Sona he’d been browsing just minutes before. <img alt="Ahri small" src="images/Ahri50.png"/>“Sona…?” Ahri stopped and thought for a moment… she had just the idea. $Name began to stir on the ground, Ahri’s charm finally starting to wear off. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ughhhhh” $Name groaned on the floor, blinking rapidly as he saw Ahri standing over him, a chill hitting his body. He looked down to see himself completely naked, hairless and thin. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ahhh” he yelled, covering his exposed crotch, only to find he was now as flat as a Ken doll. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“My dick!” he yelled, rubbing his smooth flat crotch as he hyperventilated. Ahri crouched next to him <img alt="Ahri small" src="images/Ahri50.png"/>“I’m so sorry… I lose control of myself when I’m hungry. I’ve left you much less than a man but I see you’re a big fan of Sona. Maybe I can make it up to you.” $Name was too dumbstruck to say anything, ‘Make it up to him? What was she talking about?!’ Taking his silence as a go ahead she pulled him into her embrace again, her charm kicking in for a second time as she locked her lips with his. The blue aura beginning to leave $Name again, quickly. The flat spot on his crotch started to open up, forming into puffy pussy lips gushing with arousal. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Mphhh” he moaned as his hips cracked and spread out wide to child bearing proportions. $Name’s legs kicked and spasmed as his feet broke down to a petite form while his calves swelled and rounded beneath his shins. Ahri tightened her grip on $Name, feeling him fight her. In response, she put herself completely on top of him to prevent him from moving around too much, straddling him, her tails in a big fan behind her. The charm always seemed to be less potent when not used on a male target. Under Ahri, $Name’s thighs began to inflate, squishing and spreading out on the ground as they jiggled bigger and bigger, taking over the space between his legs, completely removing his thigh gap as they squished into each other. $Name squirmed under Ahri, grinding his thighs into each other, his gushing vagina lubricating them. $Name was suddenly forced further into Ahri’s kiss, his ass suddenly beginning to inflate beneath him. It pushed hard into the ground, the soft flesh pillowing out underneath him as his ass gained mass and widened. Ahri wrapped her hands around his pillowy ass, groping and massaging it, his transformation was turning her on, she was a creature of lust, it wasn’t her fault. $Name’s waist tapered in, curving. His thin stomach gaining a thin layer of fat to become soft to the touch. His areola beginning to widen, the tips of his nipples puffing up, increasing their sensitivity. Ahri takes a hand from his ass and brings it to his developing tits and narrowing upper body as she rubs in slow circles. Each caress of his nipple sends $Name moaning into Ahri’s mouth as he clenches his soft thighs together in pleasure, the tit flesh starting to blossom as each rub brings more and more jiggle to his growing breasts. Ahri was starting to get wet as well as she broke the kiss for only a moment, taking a second to magically strip herself of her red and white kimono. With more excitement, she returns to $Name’s lips and chest, grinding her wide hips into his while continuing to massage his growing tits. $Name wraps his thinning arms around Ahri’s waist as he draws her into him, his hands shrinking and fingers lengthening on her lower back. The nails on his fingers turn cyan as they extend past the tips of his fingers. Moving from his lips, Ahri begins to kiss his neck, eliciting a moan from $Name’s mouth, his voice beginning to rise in pitch, his moan suddenly… ending. $Name becoming dead silent, the throes of pleasure depicted on his face. Ahri returns to $Name’s lips, $Name’s lips swelling into hers as they meet again, his face cracking and rounding while his nose shrunk down to a petite size. His eyes growing phenomenally long eyelashes, as his sockets rounded into big doe eyes. The smacking of their lips filled the room, $Name’s hair beginning to lighten to a bright cyan as it poured down his head and body, tresses so long they pooled on the ground around him. <img alt="Ahri small" src="images/Ahri50.png"/>“Mmmmm I want mooore,” Ahri said as she slid down $Name’s lap and placed her face between his thighs. $Name’s face read of complete ecstasy, making faces only the most pleased woman could make, his chest, thighs, and ass beginning to inflate more and more with each lap of Ahri's tongue in his new sex. Swelling to ridiculous proportions before Ahri decided to stop. <img alt="Ahri small" src="images/Ahri50.png"/>“You turned out delicious Sonaaa” Ahri cooed, raising $Name to his feet and conjuring a mirror for him to look into. Ahri kissed his soft lips one more time, dragging a long line of saliva as she cupped $Name’s breasts with her hand and arm. $Name could only stare in awe of the hot, busty, blue-haired woman he’d become. Not that he could even protest if he wanted to. <img alt="Sona" src="images/Sona.png"/>

One day, $Name had decided to comment on a transformation thread and wanted a nice little story about Lindsay Capuano, and it looked like a comment had just come in! $Name’d only just now seen the comment… ‘LET THE TRANSFORMATION BEGIN!!!’ it read. $Name couldn’t help but laugh a little. Someone looks like they’re being creative about their… //KRCK!// $Name’s thoughts stopped, slight panic rising through his chest as he dropped his phone and stood lopsided, and slumped from the little pain that permeated through his back. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ahhh, Oooh god, what was that…” $Name knew what it was. It was his greatest wish coming true… //KRCK// //KRCK// KRCK// KRCK// The cracks from $Name’s spine and legs radiated throughout his body, the room growing around him as his clothes became more unwieldy with each crack downward. $Name knew his new height as the cracks stopped… 5’6… a far cry from his previous $Height. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oh man… Maybe this was a bad idea…” $Name couldn’t help but look down at his loose and ill-fitting clothes, seeing how they hung and drooped on his shrunken body, but for how much longer, he wasn’t sure. He could already feel his skin prickling all over. $Name brought his arms up and watched as little bunches of hair were falling off just from the simple motion alone, the rest following suit as his arms became bare and smooth. It was pleasant enough, not nearly as scary as the loss of height. $Name’s skin was even brightening to a healthy white glow devoid of any kind of blemishes. $Name took a shaky breath, but it seemed the pleasantness was over, his feet cramping under him as his toes wiggled in resistance. It felt like his feet were put in a vice-grip trying to fight back against whatever was changing him, as they ultimately failed. $Name felt his soles scrape across the ground, The width and length of his foot shrinking as his long toes retracted into stubbier, tinier little things. It was equal parts exciting as it was terrifying. On one hand, $Name knew the end result. $Name’s calves swelling and plumping behind shins that gained a bit of softness from the calves behind them. But on the other, $Name was to become a girl with an absolutely massive ass, and who knew how his life would change after that. Even now, his knees shook, softening and gaining a fraction of the plush mass that would be ballooning his ass shortly, his dick growing hard and tenting his loose pants at the thought of having such weighty and voluminous buttcheeks hanging from behind him. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Shit man…” it was in $Name’s thighs now, making them bubble as he bounced in place at the sensation, feeling them jiggle more and more as they swelled, filling in the loose fabric of his jeans and converging around his b-balls. Not only that, but his hips w-were… //POP// //POP// $Name’s hips cracked out wide, stretching his soft white skin outward and making his swelling thighs close around his junk. Not only that, but they were still swelling, making the legs of $Name’s pants stretch to the limit as they pressed against them tightly. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ughhn” $Name squirmed uncomfortably as the muscles in his ass tightened, preparing for the overwhelming influx of mass that was coming. $Name’s manhood began to recede steadily as his ass was like a release he couldn’t control, a hose he couldn’t turn off, his ass wobbling and jiggling outward furiously like a couple of wiggling plates of jello growing wider and wider as they filled the seat of his pants and continued to grow, pulling the seams tight while his dick plunged into him. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ahhh holy shit!” $Name’s balance was tested as they grew further, forcing him to lean forward as his buttcheeks rose out of the top of his jeans and his manhood burrowed inside him. $Name’s clothes were no match for Lindsay’s ass, his underwear finding its home wedged into the growing globes and tightly against his flat groin, the fat pouring over the top as it outgrew his jeans, bursting free in a sloshing, jiggling mess as his two globe-sized ass cheeks hung out freely and heavily on the backs of his juicily swelled-up thighs. $Name looked behind bashfully at the giant cheeks that grew behind him, bouncing them with his fingers from below to feel them bounce and wiggle. <img alt="Lindsay Butt" src="images/LCapButt.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/> “Ahhh! Ahhh!” With little time to admire, $Name suddenly keeled over, having to put his hands against a nearby wall to steady himself as something began to happen to his stomach. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Nughhhh,” $Name had to grit his teeth to endure the feeling of his waist being drawn in, his lower back curving forward whilst his sides curved inward. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/> “Erughhuhh!” The transformation was racking the entirety of his body now, little shifts being felt all over as his arms shortened and shoulders rounded, his broad chest compressing while his hands on the wall twitched and scraped against it as they shrunk down. $Name blinked rapidly as his little fingers grew out long, manicured nails. $Name shook his head and cringed as his nipples engorged and brazed his shirt. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ehhuhh, oh my god,” $Name grunted with a tightening throat, the last few words escaping at a much higher register. $Name was awash with so many pleasurable and different sensations as he continued to become Lindsay, each slight movement making his lower half just wiggle with it! His hair started to grow, tickling parts of his face it’d never reached before as $Name’s face itself began to shift. He could feel the weight of mascara making his eyelids heavier, his eyes growing wider and more doe-like than before. $Name gasped as fat flowed behind his areola, swelling them to a perky B cup that hung off his leaned-over body, his cheeks puffing and swelling as they gained definition with the rising of his cheekbones while his jaw cracked and reformed to a soft round curve. $Name was exhausted and just enjoyed the feeling of his hair tumbling down his head and around his shoulders. Flicking his eyes from left to right, $Name could see the highlighted blonde locks framing his vision while he felt his nose wiggle and narrow down only to upturn at the end in a sexy, regal way. $Name whistled a sharp exhale only to have it falter because his lips suddenly wobbled and bloated out. It was amazing. $Name could feel how beautiful he looked even in his… <img alt="LCap Face small" src="images/LCapFace.png"/> ($Name looked behind him to the gargantuan masses that turned his underwear into a thong…) Rather exposed state. The shimmy of $Name’s eyebrows completed his beauty as he felt them shape to something more expressive and sharp above the eyes $Name knew had to be beautifully blue. <img alt="LCap small" src="images/LCap50.png"/>“I’m really her now…” $Name whispered, looking down at the still rather baggy shirt and pants that were now completely the opposite, some of his soft blonde highlighted hair wisping into view as he contemplated his next move. <img alt="LCap small" src="images/LCap50.png"/>“What am I going to do for-?” $Name was going to finish the sentence with “Clothes,” but his shirt suddenly gained a life of its own, attaching to the waistband of his underwear and becoming a tight onesie as the colors and fabric began to change. $Name’s underwear changed the least and remained wedged tightly between his cheeks, but his shirt was gaining a plaid pattern as he gained a brand new sexy Woody from Toy Story costume. <img alt="LCap small" src="images/LCap50.png"/>“What the absolute hell is this… It looks like my commenter couldn’t be bothered to be sensible.” $Name said in a huff. Regardless, $Name decided to strip his thick lower half out of his tight-fitting jeans and take a sexy selfie with his new body outside. <img alt="LCap" src="images/LCap.png"/>

<img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Hey, I don’t know much about this whole celebrity thing, but I love me some mommy milkers, so if you guys could do the hard stuff for me, that’d be great.” $Name told the clerk, very interested in CelebTG’s Transformation Station. The clerk spoke to $Name unenthusiastically… <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Right… you’re aware, sir, that regardless of your knowledge, you’ll be transformed into a celebrity anyway… right? That’s just what we do here.” The clerk said in a bored tone. A little put-off, $Name answered, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/> “Yeah… I guess do your worst… or best… ummm… just turn me into someone with huge boobs.” The clerk's half-shut eyes opened only slightly more as he raised his eyebrow in silent judgment, finally ending in a big sigh as he said. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“All right, come with me.” $Name took a deep breath and exhaled fiercely. Who knew getting transformed was as big a hassle as it was exciting? $Name followed the clerk through double doors into a yellow hallway with white tile floor. In it, $Name heard a myriad of things as he passed closed doors: Screams, moans, chatter, giggling. It made $Name a little nervous about what kind of experience he’d get as he let out an uncomfortable chuckle at the clerk directing him to his own door. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Right this way, please.” The clerk said lazily, holding the door for $Name. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Thanks, my good man.” $Name said, walking by into a room that $Name could only compare to picture day at a school or maybe a weapon testing site somewhere as there was one large device hanging down from the ceiling pointing at a big canvas that was illuminated with strong lights, where $Name assumed he’d be standing. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Eh, so I’m guessing that thing is going to blast me or something?” $Name commented, pointing to the thing hanging from the ceiling. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“I guess you’ll find that out shortly, won’t you? Now go stand over there.” The clerk ordered, pointing to the canvas. $Name let out a sigh and trudged in front of the canvas, the device was a little more threatening on the front end as it was pointed directly at him. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Looks like I’m staring down the barrel of a gun literally, eh?” $Name said to the clerk, doing his best to bring a little comedy to the situation while he positioned himself on the opposite end of the device. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Looks that way.” He said deadpan as he brought the machine whirring to life. “Wow,” he said suddenly. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What is it?” $Name asked. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Well, this thing can read minds… it helps us choose a celebrity for people like yourself who want something random…” he explained. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Yeah, and…” <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Well… you definitely weren’t joking when you said you liked big mommy milkers…” he told $Name. “That’s basically all I’m seeing in here… The milkers and the… milk.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What can I say? I like what I like, haha.” $Name laughed uncomfortably. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Right…” The machine suddenly started to rumble and roar a lot like an engine, startling $Name as he looked to the clerk for an explanation, who showed no panic. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“It looks like the machine has chosen your celebrity!” He shouted over the machine. “Just stay still!” The roar of the machine grew louder, the entire device shaking and twitching as a bright pink light began to form on the barrel. $Name braced himself for the absolute worst, clenching his fists, shutting his eyes, and gritting his teeth until $Name felt only the slightest tingle right in the center of his sternum. $Name slowly opened his eyes as the machine itself quieted down, still flashing a bunch of lights while the clerk held a little smirk. $Name looked down where he could still feel the tingle, checking his body for any alterations as he looked down the collar of his shirt. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Nothing happened,” $Name told the clerk. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“It happens in stages.” The clerk said, “First is your bone structure.” That tingle in $Name’s chest was moving, spreading the little tingle across his pecs, up his shoulders, and down his arms to his fingers, even up into his face and legs to his feet, until it encompassed him completely. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Uhhhh, wuhoahhhhh.” $Name felt like he was vibrating, his entire body juddering, and his vision shaky as he looked down at his feet. //Crack!// The floor came closer as $Name felt his spine shift lower. //Crack!// Even further, as his pants began to bundle around his shoes. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Holy!- holy shit!” $Name yelled as he stumbled from the loss of height, more cracks and pops assaulting his body furiously as hands and fingers, toes and feet shrank and shortened, arms and shoulders narrowed and diminished. A-As hi- his ribs com-compressed, a-and his wai-waist… curved! <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“AH!!” Even $Name’s face was moving, his jaw rounding and curving to a softer square shape, his cheekbones rising to make his cheeks bubbly and big while his hips stretched and groaned before… //CRUNCH!// Bursting out to wide baby-maker size, extremely tight on the waistband of his pants. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Holy fuck, ugh,” $Name rested his hands on his massive hourglass figure. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘What did I gain 6 inches on my hips?!’ It was hard to tell. He was shorter, and his fingers were stubbier. $Name looked for indications of whoever he was becoming but could find no solid answers. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Clerk, how short am I?” $Name asked, looking down and moving his small feet around in much roomier shoes. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“The machine says 5’6,” the clerk answered, pressing a few buttons to which the machine whirred while a small mirror rose from the floor. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“ Figured you’d probably want to see. They always do.” The gesture was appreciated as $Name looked at his awkward-looking form in the mirror. He was certainly… wider in the hip department, and his face was… cuter, maybe? It looked a little off with his same facial features as he poked at his puffier cheeks. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Next is feminization. Stay still.” $Name hadn’t really moved from in front of the machine and hardly had time to process what the clerk said before the machine blasted him again. With $Name’s eyes not shut this time, it blasted him in the face, stunning him with its light. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Aghh, ohhh…” $Name’s vision was blurry from the blast, little pink speckles dotting his sight with each blink. $Name could still see himself in the mirror, swaying from disorientation as he stumbled closer. $Name noticed a distinct lack of facial hair, and with each blink, $Name’s eyelashes looked darker, his eyebrows thinner. $Name had to look even closer as his eyes literally grew in size,(if: $EyeColor is "Blue")[gaining a dark wing of eyeliner on their corners.] (else:)[gaining a blue hue and a dark wing of eyeliner on their corners.] <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Whoa, what’s happening?” $Name asked as his nose cracked loudly, the cartilage wiggling and reforming as it shrunk and widened to a cute bulb on $Name’s rapidly changing face. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Feminization,” The clerk answered. $Name’s cheeks were gaining a layer of pink blush, his lips wobbling and plumping as he felt his teeth begin to click and straighten. $Name bared his teeth to see them align perfectly into an effortless pearly white smile. $Name’s completely changed face made him realize who he was becoming… Sabrina banks… <img alt="Sabrina" src="images/SabrinaFace.png"/> <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“But //Cough// what does feminization //Cough// that entail exactly?” $Name asked, grabbing his throat as it began to feel tight, his manly voice faltering near the end of his sentence. $Name felt his neck slim, that bump in his throat sinking down under his hand until he could hardly feel it. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Exactly what it sounds like… I’d say goodbye to your manhood while you can,” the clerk answered. It only took the clerks words for $Name to realize that his balls were puckered against his groin, his dick limp and tingling as he let out a feminine moan. <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“Ohhhhhh oh god…” $Name grabbed at his crotch as his hair started to ruffle and move, strands starting to tickle his ears as they began to pass. The mirror showed $Name’s $HairColor hair had gotten blonder and softer looking, rapidly descending his head as his balls puckered further. <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“Ah, oh shit… th-they’re about to-” With a sick-sounding pop, $Name felt the first be forced inside him, his wide hips giving it ample room to find its new home as the second was getting tighter by the second. $Name’s vision was being draped in the soft hair that was pouring around him like a waterfall, spreading out on his narrow shoulders and down his back as the second testicle pulled itself in. <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“Nughhhhh,” with $Name’s balls gone, he could feel his dick pulling back. What was left of the bulge in his pants slithered away as he felt his new, moist cavern open for it, feeling it slip inside as he’d officially become a woman. <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“Ahhhh, oooohhh it’s gone! Oh my god!” <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Next is clothing alteration,” The clerk said before letting the machine go off again, blinding $Name similarly to before as $Name stumbled and blinked with the sensation of new revealing and tight clothing resting on different parts of his body and the teeter of unfamiliar footwear he now wore. <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“Jesus, can you at least warn me before you set that thing off?!” $Name asked, getting his bearings and catching sight of himself in the mirror once again. $Name now wore a pink blouse with a neckline dipped all the way down to his sternum. Under that was a black bra that doubled as a choker with one of the straps wrapped around his neck. $Name’s hair was also finally under control, tightly wound behind his head into a bright blonde bun while bangs rested on his forehead and two swathes of blonde hair framed his face. Most notable, though, was the black skirt and tights that wrapped around his hips and legs, respectively. The skirt was pretty loose, all things considered, but the black tights that went up the length of $Name’s legs felt good and a little arousing against his sensitive skin. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“The final step is mass relocation and addition,” the clerk said, letting the machine blast $Name again. <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“I hate you,” $Name said as he was blinded again. This time felt similar to the first, but it felt more like bubbles. Radiating through $Name and focusing on specific parts. $Name raised his small hands to see them puff, swelling slightly as they gained some plush mass. <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“Oh gosh!” $Name yelled, panicked as his arms began to push against the shirt, softening delightfully with more cushy mass. <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“This feels… feels kinda good, hehe.” $Name giggled as his midsection began to swell and his nipples began to perk up. <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“Uhhh, shit,” $Name’s hands roamed his waist as the veins on his chest began to grow more prominent, the flesh getting softer with each passing moment, feeling his nipples distend and push into the bra as the first significant growth happened. The bubbles made $Name’s chest swell in time with his heartbeat making it jiggle forward further and further, small booblets growing into round orbs and then into full jugs as his cleavage began to draw the blouse tightly outward. <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“This is insane!” $Name laughed as his lower body began to be obscured by the fleshy bags wobbling forward on his chest as he grabbed onto both the growing jugs and kneaded them together. <img alt="Sabrina Boobs" src="images/SabrinaBoobs.png"/> <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“Look at these milkers right here, clerk! Haha!” $Name taunted, bouncing up and down, making the weights on his chest bounce and slosh around, to which the clerk didn’t react as $Name’s legs began to feel the same bubbling. $Name’s calves feeling big as they grew against the tights. $Name wrestled with his squishy tits to look down, but it seemed his milkers were equally a curse as they were a blessing. With no luck, $Name could only look in the mirror as his knees swelled out. $Name felt the bubbles move into his thighs, making them tight as he watched the mirror to see and feel them start to widen, his thighs growing to match his knees as they swelled big and thick. Massive tree trunk legs that made $Name feel heavy as they converged together, the bubbles moving into $Name’s ass. <img alt="Sabrina small" src="images/Sabrina50.png"/>“Uhhhnn.” $Name stood still as weight was packing into his behind, his ass cheeks swelling round and wide as they felt like jiggly weights behind him. <img alt="Sabrina Hips" src="images/SabrinaHips.png"/> The sensation of his curvature was extreme. $Name was so damn curvy but not fat. It was so weird, heavy in all the right places… $Name stood in stunned silence, his arms out to the side as he was unsure if he could properly walk with his new Sabrina Banks body. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Okay, you have one hour. Feel free to take pictures and whatever to remember the moment. The room can create just about anything you want for background and props, so go nuts.” The Clerk said as he left the room without another word. $Name made a cute face and shook his head, his blonde bangs tickling him. Till the end, that dude was an asshole, but oh well, it was time to take some pictures and, well… have some fun… <img alt="Sabrinal" src="images/Sabrina.png"/>

“GRANTED!!!!” $Name’s heart jumped as the booming voice shook the whole house. His reading interrupted by the noise and blurry vision that accompanied it. $Name blinked hard a few times to clear his vision and, for good measure, snuck his fingers passed his big black-rimmed glasses to rub the blurriness from them as things suddenly became much clearer looking through the lenses of the bulky glasses that sat unfamiliarly heavy on $Name’s nose. The sound had to have come from $Name’s best bud's room. With a sigh, $Name closed the book he was reading and got up to check out what was going on. Toby’s door was closed, so $Name quickly knocked for courtesy and opened the door before Toby responded. $Name found him sitting in the center of his slightly hazy room, a look of shock across his face as his eyes darted to $Name. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Oh my god, bro, I’m so sorry.” Toby said sincerely, looking $Name dead in the face as $Name narrowed his eyes in confusion. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What're you talking about?” $Name asked. $Name thought maybe it had something to do with the haze that semi-permeated Toby’s room, but $Name didn’t smell any weed or smoke, so he had no clue what Toby meant. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“I had a genie, and I wished that I could hang out with Sssniperwolf whenever I wanted, and now you… Ahhh, look at you!” $Name batted long eyelashes as he watched Toby panic while pointing at his face, causing $Name to panic as well, $Name’s heartbeat quickening with sudden distress. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What! What is it!?” $Name moved quickly inside Toby’s room and looked into Toby’s closet mirror to see his big brown eyes that were magnified by the thick black-rimmed glasses $Name wore and highlighted nicely by thick eyelashes that were coated with black mascara. $Name scanned every inch of his face, afraid of whatever Toby just saw, but $Name found nothing wrong… <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Grrr, what the heck, dude?! You really freaked me out for a second there!” //CRACK// //CRUNCH// //KRTCH// <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Holy Shit!” Toby yelled. $Name sighed in exasperation and rubbed his suddenly sore, cherubic cheeks, pushing his glasses back fully onto his face after they had suddenly slipped slightly off his cute little nose. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“You really want me to check the mirror again?” $Name asked, annoyed. Toby nodded his head furiously, and as promised, $Name turned back toward the mirror. Again, $Name scanned his features, and to no surprise, he found nothing wrong. $Name still had the same face… round, soft, and hairless. His eyebrows shaped to perfection above his big doe-eyed brown eyes, and who could forget about $Name’s small and dainty nose that only barely managed to keep his large glasses on his face… $Name looked closer… noticing that his lips did seem a little off… they seemed like… //SWELL// He forgot to put on lip gloss today. $Name’s large pillowy lips always looked better with the shine of lip gloss on them. $Name turned back toward Toby, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Okay, I see what you mean. I forgot to put on lip gloss today. That's why my lips look a little weird,” $Name explained, gesturing to his face. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“You don’t wear lip gloss!! Are you seriously telling me you didn’t just witness your lips blow up like fricken balloons!” Toby yelled at $Name. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Well, that’s mean of you to say. They aren’t that big,” $Name said with a bit of shame, sinking a finger into his plump bottom lip. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Jesus Christ. I can’t believe you can’t see what’s happening to you.” Toby said, covering his face with his hands. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Nothing is happening to me, I literally look like I always have,” $Name assured him, tucking a loose bit of cheek-length dark brown hair behind his ear. Toby removed his hands from his face and grimaced in $Name’s direction as his eyes met $Name’s again “Oh my god, your hair now too.” <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>“What about it?” $Name asked, bringing a few locks of his long hair before his eyes and seeing nothing wrong with it. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Ehhh… Wait, hold on! I can prove you’re turning into her!” Toby said, pulling out his phone and rapidly tapping on the screen. $Name let out a high-pitched trill as he folded his arms and adjusted the black choker around his slim neck as he waited for Toby to pull up his “evidence.” <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Okay, check this out!” Toby said, bringing up a picture of the girl he was talking about. <img alt="Sniper Face" src="images/SniperFace1.png"/> $Name turned and looked in the mirror again, looking at the picture of the girl Toby pulled up on the screen and at himself. $Name had to admit the girl in the picture and himself looked similar, but he wasn’t a girl and had the dick to prove it. <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>“Look, dude, I’m not “turning into” this SSSniperwolf girl, I will say it’s strange that we look remarkably similar, being that I’m a man and she’s a woman, but I’ve seen girls and guys that look extremely alike before, and the fact remains, I’m not a girl. You’ve known that since we first met in middle school, even though you did confuse me for one at first.” <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“What are you talking about?! And your voice!” Toby yelled, his eyes wide in horror as $Name continued his story. //CRACK// //CRACK// //SHORTEN////SLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM// <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>“Haha yeah, I think it had to be my body and voice that threw you off. I’ve always had such a short and slim figure and a weirdly curvy waist,” $Name said, gesturing to his muscleless arms, thin waist, and waifish upper body. <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>“Honestly, I’m glad we became such good friends. Not a lot of people really liked a girly-looking guy like me. I was so happy when you understood my condition…” $Name said a little bashfully. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“None of that ever happened!” Toby yelled in disbelief. //BOUNCE// //BOUNCE// Toby’s eyes grew wider, both of them locked on $Name’s chest $Name giggled at his response. <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>“Yes, it did, man! Don’t you remember you were super confused about how a guy could grow such big boobs like mine?” $Name looked down at the C-cup breasts that tented his shirt and brought his slim hands under them to squish the jiggly masses together. <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>“Honestly, when the doctor told me I had such a crazy hormone imbalance that I would end up growing tits like these, I didn’t believe him… but here they are, haha… I even remember letting you cop a feel in high school when you were all curious about what they felt like!” <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“No! No! That didn’t happen! Snap out of it!” Toby blushed as he shook $Name’s small frame. Jostling $Name’s glasses and sending his hair and breasts bouncing about. $Name laughed, breaking out of Toby’s grip as $Name decided to tease him just a little more. <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>“No need to be ashamed! It’s perfectly natural for a dude like yourself to want to get a handful of boob, especially when I’m always showing these things off in such girly clothes. Plus… just a secret between us… I’m always wearing a push-up bra to make them look extra good.” $Name said in a whisper, with a wink, adjusting said push-up bra under the short-sleeved tight white crop top he was wearing. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“Are you even a guy anymore?!” Toby asked, seeming to be a little upset. $Name reached under his high-waisted skirt feeling his tiny dick and balls tucked in the white panties he wore. <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>“Uhmm, what kind of question is that? Of course… //SLUUUURP// //PLUMP// //PLUMP// //PLUMP// <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>"I’m not… do you think any guy would have an ass like this?” $Name turned and flashed Toby her juicy round behind as a joke. <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>“Or these super sexy legs?” Lia pointed a toe and ran her hands up her stocking-covered legs to her plump and soft thighs that were squeezed to perfection by the constricting socks. Lia could see Toby growing a tent in his pants. It seemed her teasing was getting the exact reaction she was hoping for… <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>“Of course, I’d show you my vagina to fully prove my point, but we’re just friends after all, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. Okay?” Toby didn’t say anything, so it was about time for Lia to take her leave. <img alt="Sniper Small" src="images/SniperYou.png"/>“Anyway, if you want to do something and hangout later, let me know. I need to make a youtube video for the peeps, so I’ll be in my room.” <img alt="Sniper" src="images/Sniper.png"/> Lia waved and sashayed away, leaving her friend horny and confused. <img alt="Matt small" src="images/Matt200.png"/>“What the fuck.” Toby said. Did his wish really make his friend turn into SSSniperwolf and then only make HIM a friend that she hangs out with…? The answer is yes. Fuck Genies.

<img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun, ugh.’ The lyrics constantly played in $Name’s head while he walked to class. Was it because he heard ‘Baby got back by Sir Mix a lot,’ and it was stuck in his head? No. But because the girl walking in front of him had an absolutely fantastic ass. One that was shown off perfectly by the black yoga pants she was wearing. Each step she took caused it to bounce, and he was mesmerized by the sway of this girl's hips and the sexy jiggle of her butt. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘Baby got back.’ … The world around $Name slowly started to gray, the movement and sounds of the campus grounds deafening and grinding to a halt, his body slowly freezing mid-step as if he’d just been dipped in quick-drying cement. Though he was frozen, $Name wasn’t unconscious. He was quite the opposite. He was internally freaking out about his unresponsive body, his eyes unable to move from their locked gaze on the girl’s ass in front of him while the rest of him held still effortlessly. $Name could only scream internally as no noise or mental effort could move his body from his current position. Is this how his life ended? Frozen in time, unable to move or speak or breathe? Would it be forever? Is anyone else freaking out like he was? With so many questions with no answers and no way to get them, $Name slowly came to accept his predicament, his mind quieting as he zoned out on the only thing he could see. The shape of it was alluring even if it wasn’t bouncing and jiggling profusely with each footfall. $Name let out a mental sigh and supposed that if he was frozen in time that at least he had a nice view. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“You’ve got to be kidding me.” A girl’s voice rang out. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘Wait, what?! Was someone able to talk?!’ The sudden voice stimulated $Name’s brain, and he began to scream internally again. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘Help! I need help! Please hear me!’ <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Quiet down. I can hear you.” The girl’s lower half spun on her heel as she turned to face him. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘You can hear me?’ $Name questioned. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“I can’t believe you’d still find some solace in looking at my ass even after being frozen in time. Men are really unbelievable sometimes,” she said, ignoring his question. The girl crouched into his vision to look him in the eyes. The first thing $Name noticed was how beautiful she was, a face that really did justice to the ass she sported, with a blemishless, soft, smooth, and sunkissed complexion. A ten in $Name’s book, that’s for sure. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“I appreciate the flattery, but that won’t get you anywhere,” she told him. “I’ve lived too many lifetimes to feel good about being flattered by young mortal men like yourself. On top of that, though, I’m out of your league.” $Name was more than a little irritated by the words of the girl. He was good-looking enough. What was she gaining by insulting him anyway, and why was HE singled out when everyone else was frozen too? <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“I guess I owe you a brief explanation before I punish you,” she said, standing up and walking out of his sight. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘PUNISH!?’ <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Yes, punish! You’ve caught me in a rather foul mood today, and hearing you repeat those lyrics to that atrocious pop song in your head while blatantly staring at my ass has pushed me over the edge.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘B-but I was just-’ $Name tried to protest. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“I know what you were “just” doing. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you get away with it!” $Name’s body suddenly stumbled forward, his movement suddenly being returned to him. His face, previously emotionless due to his frozen state, had instantly changed to worry as he turned to look at the powerful being threatening to punish him. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“I swear I won’t ever look at another woman’s butt again. Please, whatever you plan to do, don’t.” <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“ Ha! Begging won’t get you anywhere!” she laughed at him. $Name looked around. The space around him was gray and silent, and everyone else was still frozen in time. Seeing no other option, $Name took off running at full speed in the opposite direction. He made it a few good steps before crashing into something solid. Hurting his nose and sending him to the ground on top of his book bag. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/> “Owwww,” $Name groaned, nursing his injured nose. The girl's footsteps could be heard as she approached him from behind. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“I’m sure you know there’s a song similar to ‘baby got back’ that’s a bit more recent. It even samples the original song.” //SNIFF// <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Are you talking about Anaconda?” he asked, his nose red from the impact of the invisible wall. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“That’s the one,” She said, bringing out her phone. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Now stand up.” The girl points to $Name forcefully, sending a stream of sparkling gold magic shooting out of the tip of her manicured finger. $Name watched as the magic circled the ground around his body for a moment before he was forcefully floated to his feet. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Uhh, that was weird,” he said, adjusting the heavy bag on his shoulders. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“You won’t need that,” she said, sending another magic stream at his book bag. The weight of $Name’s book bag suddenly disappeared. He looked to his shoulders to find the straps of it gone and over his shoulder to see that it had disappeared entirely. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“I’ll give you one chance to redeem yourself. If you can resist dancing for the entire length of Anaconda, you’re free to go. If not, well… let's just say you’ll be the one with buns, hun.” The girl pointed to $Name’s body, sending a familiar stream of magic swirling around him from his head to his toes before it dissipated, leaving faint gold shimmers floating to the ground. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Good luck,” She waved and disappeared in a puff of gold glitter as her phone clattered to the pavement. $Name was still stuck in the gray time-stopped plane, now alone as he could be with all the frozen people around him. He had a little time to think since there was only silence for the time being. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘You’ll be the one with buns, hun?’ That’s what she had said. Did that mean if he failed not to dance to Anaconda, he’d get a huge butt? $Name looked behind him at his own, mostly unremarkable; he would definitely not say it was his most attractive feature. Still, he assumed even if he danced on purpose for an upgrade in the rear department, the lady would make sure that the punishment wouldn’t be a benefit and he’d end up with a much larger butt than anyone would want. “My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun.” The song had started. Loudly playing out of the girl’s phone on the ground, $Name knew it wouldn’t be too hard not to dance to a song he didn’t like to begin with. So he just stood quietly and listened. “Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit Bi-big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace Bo-bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What. The. Hell.” $Name was starting to sweat. He didn’t even like the song, but his body told him differently. Why did the song sound so damn catchy? He wanted to shake his ass so badly to every line. “Now that's real, real, real Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill I'm on some dumb shit” $Name’s legs were quivering, his foot wanting to tap or do something to the song's beat. By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and fuck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills and he tellin' me to chill And he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal Say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun It was over, $Name’s resistance melting as soon as the pre-chorus had started, his hips and head moving from side to side to the beat. $Name had failed to resist dancing to the song. “My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun” A body-wide tingling ran through $Name, but the most noticeable visual change was the blotches of dark brown skin overwriting his usual white and removing his body hair. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Wha-what the hell is happening?!” $Name’s shocked face was quickly swallowed by the dark brown color along with the rest of his white skin. “Oh my gosh, look at her butt” Black $Name’s lower body trembled as a wave of fat filled his lower half. His usually loose pants feeling that much tighter. “Oh my gosh, look at her butt” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Hughhhh,” $Name felt another wave of fat swell him again, his hips, ass, and thighs fitting snugly into his pants. “Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh my gosh, look at her butt” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Please stop,” $Name begged, his ass continuing to grow, the soft flesh piling onto his behind as his backside rounded and jutted from behind him. “Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at, look at her butt” $Name’s hands pressed into his still-growing ass-cheeks, trying anything to slow their growth as they started to droop over the back of his equally huge thighs. Try as $Name might, the immense softness and jiggling of his lower half left him feeling extremely horny, the outline of his dick pressed against his way too-tight pants like a fossil waiting to be uncovered. < “Thi-this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles Di-dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's” $Name put his hands to his head. Something was happening, his mind being polluted by sexual acts he’d performed on college guys at a party. He could see his girly black manicured hands jerking someone off as he twerked his big ass to a song that was playing. $Names's hands gently popped and shrunk, becoming the hands from his memory. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“No! That wasn’t me!” $Name yelled girlishly, holding his changed hands in front of him. “Real country anaconda, let me play with his rifle Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil” Again $Name’s mind blurred, remembering sexy nights that she would spend with the college guys after wild parties. That’s what she was known for, after all: Offering her pussy to anyone who was big, strong, and handsome. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“MMmmmmmph,” $Name rubbed her tingling pussy through her pants. “Fuck, I’m so horny.” “Now that bang, bang, bang I let him hit it 'cause he slang cocaine He toss my salad like his name Romaine” $Name was feeling the music as she crouched low to the ground and started to twerk her big ass to the beat, her waist narrowing and curving while her shoulders lost their broadness, rounding themselves nicely into her thin arms. “And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain I'm on some dumb shit” A big white smile spread across $Name’s face as her facial features adjusted. Her jaw losing its strength; her nose shrinking, flattening, and widening; her cheeks swelling outward while her eyelashes lengthened and curled out. Her favorite part of the song was approaching and it brought with it a tingling in her nipples. “By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and fuck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills, and he telling me to chill <img alt="Buns small" src="images/BunsFace.png"/>“Yes, Nikki! sing it!” Annie yelled, her breasts gently lifting her shirt as they formed. Her short $HairColor hair turning dark black and curly as it slowly started to lengthen down the back of her head. And he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun…” In a flash, Annie's clothes changed and the world around her started to move again, the song Anaconda continuing to play as a small crowd formed around the girl ‘throwing it back’ on the campus walkway. Recording her having the time of her life to her favorite song. <img alt="Buns" src="images/Buns.png"/> The small crowd cheered for the bottom-heavy black girl as the magic woman oversaw the event from a distance. The smug woman happy the boy had succumbed to her spell. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Have a good life ‘Annie’ now YOU’VE got the ass everyone will be staring at.”

The music blared loudly in $Name’s ears as he wormed his way through the crowd made up of mostly guys. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Why is there so many… erughhhh… guys here?” he asked himself while he squeezed through a particularly tight area. A complete sausage fest wasn’t exactly what he expected when the most prestigious sorority, Zeta Phi Beta, hosts a party. Their house was huge, literally three floors, but surprisingly very few members, maybe only five total. It wasn’t always so few, though, $Name had watched the decline of Zeta Phi Beta happen through his time at college. When he was a freshman, ZPB was at its peak. Twenty girls lived in the mansion that was their house, all of them gorgeous. Any party they threw was a ‘must go,’ and the girl to guy ratio was around 60 - 40, the girls in the majority, so he’d heard. As the years went on though, their numbers declined; for some reason, they couldn’t replace the members of the house that graduated and moved on from college. Which is why $Name was there, he supposed, a regular ol glasses-wearing, $HairColor haired, white dude just hoping for a fun time wouldn’t usually be invited to a ZPB sorority party, but the current owners of the house were so desperate for money and potential pledges they invited everyone on campus to their annual midnight banger, the only disappointing thing being that almost all guys showed up. $Name wormed his way through the crowd of drunk dudes holding red solo cups to the front of the DJ stage, where the music was the loudest, so he could at least dance shamelessly. Upon reaching the stage, he let out a deep breath, the music reverberating deep in his chest, pumping him up even more as he was about to cut loose to a particularly good part of the song. He jumped up high! As the music suddenly stopped… <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What the hell!!!!” he yelled, arms raised above his head as many other groans and questions erupted from the crowd. From behind the DJ, the head honcho of the house, Jessica Frank, walked to the edge of the stage. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1.png"/> <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Hello, party people!” She said, in her nasally, high-pitched, valley girl voice. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Thank you all for coming to the ZPB’s midnight bash… as you all might have realized the sorority is struggling to stay afloat with such few members, and that’s why we figured we’d mix a little recruitment in with the party.” “BOOOO!” someone yelled The crowd was starting to turn on her, that first boo starting a cascade of negativity flung in the host’s direction. $Name was part of that negativity, yelling for her to “turn the music back on!” Jessica motioned for the crowd to calm down, trying to regain control of the situation the best she could, but it was starting to get out of hand; drunk dudes truly an unruly bunch, as cups started to be flung in her direction, the contents of some of the contents splattering onto $Name’s clothes. <img alt="Party1" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Thanks for making this easy, boys!” she screamed into the microphone and then motioned to the DJ to play the music again. The DJ took a second and found the song he was looking for… Barbie Girl started to be played loudly, the poppy, girly music making the crowd groan as it started. The people around $Name seemed particularly irritated by the noise, most of them looking to be in very obvious pain while the rest were as confused as him. $Name looked around him, surprised by the reaction the people around him were giving off. He touched one of the guys on the shoulder, asking the dude if he was okay. The man didn’t respond, but $Name could see the man’s hair start to grow, each thrash of the man’s body causing his brown hair to move more wildly with each inch that was being added to its length. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Jeez, are you okay?” He asked again, placing his hand on the back of the random guy; the groans of men were quickly turning into girly moans and squeals. $Name’s shirt and pants were starting to constrict him: his normal black tee lightening to a white as the sleeves receded and the collar drooped down to his sternum, the thin fabric gaining snaps all the way down to the bottom hem. Those snaps popped open quickly, almost as soon as they appeared, due to the tightness of his now teenie, tiny, tank top. Shit, was he changing too? $Name looked around to see female faces and clothes on the bodies of men. Their faces contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure as $Name witnessed breasts wobble and wiggle into their changed clothes. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What the fuck is happening?!” $Name shouted over the music when his hand slipped from the back of the guy he held it on, and a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his neck. That same guy now with one of the hottest faces and the biggest dick-sucking lips he’d ever seen. <img alt="Party2" src="images/Party2.png"/> <img alt="Party2" src="images/Party2Face.png"/>“Please,” the beautiful flat-chested man begged <img alt="Party2" src="images/Party2Face.png"/>“Help me,” he said, gripping $Name's hand with his softening hands and guided it down to the bulge in his pants. $Name recoiled in shock, escaping the man’s grasp with a quick duck of his head out of his arms. The man stopped in his pursuit of $Name as his breasts started to push out of his/her chest, moaning and groping them as they grew in. $Name, wide-eyed and panicked at the event unfurling before him, knew he needed to leave, and quickly started to make his way through the crowd of people. Brushing against the partygoers as he slithered through the tight crowd, the sights that assailed him were uncomfortably turning him on. The newly changed women making out in front of him, sucking on each other's growing tits on top of being extremely hot, it was hard to believe most were guys just a second ago. Groping hands were trying to get a hold of $Name while he blazed a trail to the entrance of the house, the changed men desperately wanting him to join the orgy led to the tune of “Barbie Girl” but $Name’s only concern was leaving. Upon reaching the front door of the house he yanked on the doorknob only for the door to be stuck, desperate to leave he continued to pull. There were no visible locks on the door that he could see, so pulling with all his might was the only option. <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“Hey! You by the door! Come up here quickly!” a girl's voice shouted over the moans and music. Turning around $Name looked up to see a black-haired girl beckoning to him from the top of the stairs. Until a blonde woman moved her way into his vision, and of course she was sexy as all hell. <img alt="Party4" src="images/Party4.png"/> <img alt="Party4" src="images/Party4Face.png"/>“Hey baby,” she said, pushing him against the front door of the house. <img alt="Party4" src="images/Party4Face.png"/>“I need a man to help me explore this new body of mine.” She moaned, gripping $Name’s hands and rubbing them over her soft pillowy breasts. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Shiiiiiiiit,” $Name groaned. His dick was already aching from all the sex happening around him, but now with his hands firmly cupped around a pair of breasts, it was even worse… <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Sorry” he said, and with all his willpower, he moved the woman aside and quickly ran his way up the stairs to where the black-haired girl stood, now with her hands on her hips. <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“Impressive,” she commented. “Now quick, come with me.” The girl led $Name into her room on the second floor and offered for him to sit on her bed. Graciously accepting, he took a seat. Though they were muffled, the sound of Barbie Girl could still be heard through the floor of the girl’s room on top of the continuous moans and squeals. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Can you please explain to me why every person down there is turning into a hot woman!?” he asked loudly <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“Yeah, I’ll tell you-” she started “Can I get you a drink first? You seem shaken up.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Shaken up!? I feel like I’ve gone through sexy hell and left blue-balled!” he said with an exasperated exhale while shutting his eyes… “Yeah… I’ll take a drink” The girl poured him a drink from what looked like a vodka bottle into a red solo cup. <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“Here you go,” she said, handing the cup to him. He held the cup in his hand and looked at her expectantly for some answers. <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“Oh yes, well- it was all Jessica’s plan. I’m sure you noticed that our sorority has been struggling with recruiting new members, but it wasn’t just us. All the sororities around campus are dying. Girls these days just don’t seem to want to join each other in sisterhood like they used to. So Jessica- whose mom is a witch- helped us create a way to bring more girls in by turning guys and girls into horny, girly bimbos.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Wow,” $Name said, taking a drink from the cup, an overpowering, mouth-puckering sweetness bombarding his taste buds as he did. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Yughhh, that is so sweet,” he said, smacking his lips together. <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“Can you tell me why you’re still wearing that top instead of just ditching it? Do you think it’s cute or something?” the girl asked $Name was starting to feel something… his head was feeling… fluffy… and his thoughts were… floating? <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ummm, my top? Well, it’s soft and comfortable… and my only clothes. So I just kept it on,” He said, bringing a hand to his head <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What’s going on? I don’t feel very good.” <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“Well… I did say helped ‘us’ create a way to bring more girls in.” she said standing up and taking a seat next to $Name on the bed, rubbing his chest and taking the glasses off his face. <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“The way we changed all those people was through a potion in the drinks, and the trigger was Barbie Girl. Your clothes must have gotten some of the potion on it, so that’s why they changed and not you.” $Name’s upper body started to crack, his spine popping and curving near the base as it compressed, his feet starting to leave the floor as he shrunk. //POP// //POP// //POP// The popping made him groan with each one, his $Height dropping to a petite 5 '3, with the girl continuing to comfort him. <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“I saw how well you resisted temptation downstairs, so I’ll definitely be bringing you into ZPB though you’ll be just about the same as everyone downstairs in a minute: a horny, giggling bimbo.” She whispered into his ear. This made $Name chuckle, now imagining himself through the eyes of the girl that pinned him downstairs, a hot blonde bimbo of a girl hungry for sex. $Name’s skin tone was darkening, slowly but surely gaining a sunkissed look that showed his love for sunbathing, his body hairs sinking themselves back into his skin to leave it smooth and soft. The fog in $Name’s brain was strong, he knew he was basically just poisoned by this girl, but now he realized what he was missing out on downstairs, rubbing his soft, slimming arms as they pulled themselves shorter, his wide frame quickly cracking itself to a narrow skinny one with small muscleless sloped shoulders that led into his womanly arms. He raised a hand to his face and giggled while it slimmed, his palm shrinking to half its size while his fingers stretched and lengthened. The nails on his fingers magically manicuring themselves as they pulled a good inch over his fingertips. Wiggling his fingers in front of himself in his drunk-like haze, the girl pushed his small body onto the bed. The girl giggled <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“Before you fully change, I’ll give you one last time as a man. I’m bi, so this is like the best of both worlds for me,” she said, stripping herself down to her underwear and pulling $Name’s tight-fitted jeans down. $Name’s dick was at full attention, but the girl hopped on his chest and started kissing him passionately. The beginnings of sex were starting to be heard, horny moans of the girl and himself in a synchronous mixture of high and low-pitched sounds. Those low moans slowly but surely rose in pitch as $Name’s neck started to slim and flatten, his Adam’s Apple descending into his throat, slowly sending his voice up the octaves. That synchronous mixture turning into the short squeaks and moans of two women going at it. $Name’s $HairColor hair was brightening to a blonde on his head as it started to spread out on the bed like a starburst, the soft blonde locks tickling the sides of his rounding jaw. The kiss itself was getting even better as $Name's lips swelled and pursed themselves into plump, kissable pillows. The combination of the girl's lips and his new ones enhanced the experience as his nose wiggled to a cute button, and his cheeks rose and swelled. He could feel the tickling of his eyelashes growing onto his cheeks as they became long and dark while his eyebrows primped themselves to shapely arches above his eyes. The girl broke the kiss <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“Let's take care of you down there before you change TOO much” <img alt="Party5" src="images/Party5Face.png"/>“Mhm kay,” $Name giggles Sliding down $Name’s body, she could see the beginning of breasts start to form on his chest, watching his nipples expand and grow, the flesh underneath starting to bud and soften. She took the opportunity to take one in her mouth and suck on it for a moment, making $Name yipe in surprise, but was quickly followed by a moan of delight at the sensation of his nipples being suckled. It only lasted a moment before the girl resumed her descent to his tented boxers. Pulling them down revealed $Name’s hairless cock. It was pulsing and visibly shrinking with each one. <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“Looks like your dick isn’t long for this world, sweety. But I doubt it will take long for you to finish,” she said, taking $Name’s shrinking dick into her mouth and starting to stroke, and bob on it. $Name’s back arched at the pleasure as he gripped his growing breasts. The soft flesh spilling into his fingers quickly as his dick was getting sucked. The soft tissue filling his hands, and even beyond that, as it overflowed his palms, he squished and massaged them in circles as she squirmed and bit her plump lower lip in pleasure. <img alt="Party5" src="images/Party5Face.png"/>“AHHHMMphhhhh!” $Name squealed as he blew his load into the girl's mouth, his dick ejecting a massive amount of cum as it shrank, quickly pulling out of the girl's mouth until it was nothing but a nub above his shrunken sac and depleted testicles. <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“So good,” The girl said after swallowing, quickly continuing to stimulate $Name’s shrunken dick as she rubbed it in circles, making $Name writhe as his balls pulled into his body, his sac splitting and morphing into the beginnings of a vagina. $Name’s hips crunched wider while his waist thinned and curved at the departure of his balls. His lower body beginning to plump up with womanly fat as his ass pushed and spread out on the soft bed, growing to a tremendous bubble butt. The girl's incessant rubbing of his small nub yielded results as it inverted into his crotch, $Name’s vagina fully formed with the girl rubbing his ultra-sensitive clit. Wasting no time, she buried her face between $Name’s thickening thighs. <img alt="Party5" src="images/Party5Face.png"/>“Ahhhh ahhhh ahhh” $Name screamed, the wiggling of the girl’s tongue inside of her enough to quickly make her erupt, girl cum soaking the girl’s face just as her head started to be enveloped by $Name’s thicc thighs. $Name lay panting as the faint pops of her feet could be heard. $Name’s feet and toes shrinking to a petite size, gaining a nice pedicure to complement her nails while her calves softened and rounded beneath her shins. The girl crawled up by the newly transformed $Name’s face. <img alt="Party3" src="images/Party3Face.png"/>“How was your first time?” <img alt="Party5" src="images/Party5Face.png"/>“First time? I have sex all the time, silly,” $Name responded. “Now I want to make you cum” she said, flipping herself onto the girl for round 2… ........................................................................................................................................ Epilogue: After a wild night, Jessica Frank of Zeta Phi Beta assisted the transformed girls in joining sororities all over campus. $Name, now known as Andrea, was recruited into Zeta Phi Beta by the raven-haired girl Lauren. Andrea found it hard to focus on much besides boys, girls, sex, and clothes but managed to contribute to Zeta Phi Beta by being an absolute blast at parties, her large breasts and bubbly personality bringing a strong, lighthearted vibe everywhere she went. <img alt="Party5" src="images/Party5.png"/>

<img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ahhh, no! You don’t sound like Mike at all. Stay away!” $Name yelled at the advancing pink-haired woman. <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/> “Heh, hmmm, I don’t really feel like a Mike anymore, either.” The woman said, wrapping her arms around her well-endowed bosom and hefting them for emphasis. <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“ More like a Mori…” $Name didn’t have many options. The room was so small, with nowhere to hide or run to. The door was locked, and $Name’s best friend had transformed into a literal girl with intentions $Name wasn’t sure he wanted to find out! <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What do you want…?” $Name asked, backing himself into a corner as Mori swayed closer with a mischievous look in her pink eyes. <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“Hmmm… want, $Name?” She mused, very close now, pulling the glasses off $Name’s nose and tossing them to the floor. She was playing with $Name, that much was clear, making him feel weak and afraid, but $Name had about enough of that shit… Gritting his teeth, $Name furrowed his brow and put on the most serious “don’t fuck with me” face that he could, puffed up he chest, and stepped right up to her. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“I’M!-” <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“Boop…” she said, poking a finger into the center of $Name’s pudgy chest. $Name was caught completely off guard as his silky blue pj’s suddenly snapped onto his body like a vacuum seal, forcing his arms out to his sides. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Wha- What did you do?!” $Name yelled, concerned. Constricted, $Name looked down at his chest to see the buttons on the front of his silky pajamas fall away, the clicks of them hitting the floor sounding out as he found the seam that they were holding together had sealed itself to become a single piece of fabric. At the same time, the sleeves of $Name’s pajama shirt and pants began to shrink up his arms and legs. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Eugh! Ahhh!” $Name could only yell as the neckline of his shirt sunk to his mid-chest, being supported by the shrunken sleeves that had become tight shoulder straps, while his extremely tight pants that were currently clinging to his mid-thigh were shrinking further, threatening to strangle his manhood as it converged around it. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“So tight!” $Name cringed as the small fabric around his manhood loosened only slightly with a change in the material, becoming soft and cottony whilst the bottom hem of his shirt billowed out with frilly trim, resting still rather tightly on his chubby brown belly. <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“Wow, I really don’t know how to size clothes, do I? Oh well… at least we match now.” $Name was in a panic pulling at the little blue nightgown that his pajamas had turned into, trying to tear it off, but it would only stretch, and not very far. The straps on $Name’s shoulders were more durable than he would’ve imagined them to be… and the small… ($Name could only imagine he was wearing panties now)… not very visible due in part to $Name’s chubbiness but also because of how tight they were hugging his fucking groin! <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Nugh! I don’t want to match you! Get this off me!” $Name yelled, still tugging at his clothes. <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“Are you sure you don’t want to match me? Even though I see you tugging and pulling at that nightgown, you must not be trying very hard… it’s just a nightgown, $Name. If you want it off so badly, tear it off…” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Erghh! Rughhh!” With all $Name’s might, he pulled, trying his absolute best to tear it off his body and show this evil woman that he meant business, but despite his best efforts, it would only snap back, still in pristine condition. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What?” $Name said, suddenly stopping. <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“What’s the matter, $Name? Something wrong?” Mori smiled as she saw $Name’s eyes lock onto a spot on the back of his hand. Amongst his normal skin, a small patch of unsymmetrical hairless white skin had somehow invaded the back of his right hand. $Name brought it close and twisted his hand around. Just looking at it made it look like it was slowly getting bigger as he went to wipe at it with his white thumb on his other hand… Wait, white thumb!? $Name brought both hands up in front of his face in horrified discovery. The thumb on $Name’s left hand had completely changed color down to its base, while the spot on the back of his other hand was now consuming his knuckles! It was like an infection, and $Name watched in real-time as it consumed the entirety of his hands. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What’s happening to my skin!?” $Name yelled as it crawled up his wrists and onto his arms. Mori giggled as she watched $Name squirm. $Name couldn’t help but feel like his entire ancestry was being rewritten! Running past Mori, $Name looked in the mirror to see the last of his brown skin disappear from his legs, his hairless skin now a mix of white and red from the chafing around his shoulders. $Name turned back and looked at Mori, who held a satisfied grin. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What’re you doing to me?...” <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“Hmmm.” She broke $Name’s gaze and took light steps toward him, her hips swaying from side to side with each step… her eyes looking around the room whimsically as if not to give $Name an answer until she was nearer to him, and nearer she came, until she suddenly lunged at $Name when she was but a few steps away. $Name flinched back, but she was too fast, and he was caught in her embrace. Caught in a big hug with his arms trapped under hers. <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“Oh, $Name, I don’t want you to be scared, okay? So knock it off.” She said almost lovingly, rubbing her hand along $Name’s back and pulling him into her. $Name was… so confused. Mori held him, but not tightly. Almost like she would let $Name go if he wanted to escape, but that was understandable since her arms couldn’t really reach around his whole body, another boon of his chubbiness… That’s when $Name suddenly felt her arms close around him a little more… $Name thought for a second that she simply squeezed him tighter, but she hadn’t; her arms were still as loose as they had been before, but somehow they’d been able to wrap further around… “Ugh…” $Name grunted as she pulled him even closer, her arms wrapping further around his body as her hands could now clasp at his back. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Wha- what are you doing?! Uh!” Again, $Name was pulled. What was happening?! Her embrace continued to entrap him as $Name looked in the mirror to watch his chubby face begin to lose its chubbiness. $Name’s entire body losing its fat as her arms converged around him! He could even feel his stomach growing more taut with each passing second as it was drawn in. $Name breathed heavily as he was brought closer and closer, his body succumbing to her effortless grip as Mori pressed her soft bosom into $Name’s chest. <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“There there, $Name, don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Her words carried into $Name’s ear and dazed his brain, his body feeling limp and warm in her arms as he wrapped his around her lower back and leaned into her. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What’s… happening…” $Name moaned, his eyelids heavy as he rested his chin on Mori’s shoulder. Mori ran her hand softly over $Name’s back, soothing him further, her embrace warm and arousing as the tight panties struggled to hold onto $Name’s growing dick. Mori giggled as $Name pressed into her needily, one of her hands running up the back of his head as she gently massaged it. It felt so good, the softest, most pleasurable cracks radiating through $Name’s skull as he felt his hair drape around his head, falling over his face in soft white strands until it poured onto Mori’s shoulder. $Name looked at the strands lazily, his half-shut eyes shifting from left to right at the locks that now framed his vision. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Please… stop…” $Name groaned. It was all the resistance $Name could muster, two words that only made Mori hold him tighter, his shoulders and arms sinking into his body painlessly as he started to have to fight to keep his chin on Mori’s shoulder. $Name felt the hands he had wrapped around her becoming less strong, the area under them growing as $Name’s chin suddenly slipped off Mori’s shoulder, her arms migrating further up his back to around his head as he sunk down her length, $Name’s eyes losing sight of the room around him until he was eye-level with Mori’s cleavage which $Name was promptly nestled into. $Name’s world had become dark and squishy, his face surrounded by tit flesh. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmm… mmmmph…” $Name struggled at first, trying to pull his head from between the mountains of wiggling skin that surrounded them, his transformation still in full effect as $Name felt his little chest perk up to push out a pair of small sensitive breasts, but it was becoming harder and harder to continue resisting. With each time that $Name tried to pull away, Mori’s soft skin invited him to stay and soothed his worried mind. $Name could feel the vibrations of Mori’s laugh loudly in her chest as she wrapped her arms around his head and kept him buried in her bosom. Her jiggling breasts were comforting, undulating around $Name’s face; it almost felt like a massage. Gently pulverizing his nose so he could sink further in, softening his cheeks, and reshaping his jaw. The feeling made $Name giggle in relief. This was all $Name ever wanted: his face buried in a perfect pair of tits. <img alt="Gura small" src="images/GuraFace.png"/> “Mmmoooori” $Name moaned between Mori’s bosom. His throat tightening and his voice rising to anime gir cuteness as he ran his tongue over sharpening teeth, each one becoming a sharp point as $Name nuzzled into her. Whatever was happening to him was fading into the back of his mind. Mori’s soft embrace was the only thing $Name wanted, so much so he could feel it at the base of his spine, tingling and pushing through. $Name’s two little flippers flapping back and forth, just barely jutting from the small of his back. But he could feel it growing, able to show even more excitement as it extended away with a pleasurable push, growing out from under $Name’s cute blue nightgown to expose his round little pantie-covered bottom until his little flippers were able to wiggle freely at $Name’s tail’s full length. <img alt="Gura small" src="images/GuraFace.png"/> ‘Fuuuuuuuck noooooo, I don’t- I don’t want-...’ $Name’s mind screamed weakly in protest of how he was feeling, pleasure building in his groin as he felt his dick push from the confines of his panties. $Name could sense the only male part of him that remained no longer wanted to exist as it stiffened and prepared to expunge his male essence so that he could be 100%, cute little shark girl. <img alt="Gura small" src="images/GuraFace.png"/>‘Please, no… I’m slipping…’ <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“Guuuuuu-raaaaa… I love your tail,” Mori said in a singsongy fashion as $Name felt Mori’s hands run the length of his ultra-sensitive rubbery tail, stroking his two little flippers softly between her fingers. <img alt="Gura small" src="images/GuraFace.png"/>“Ah! Mmmm.” $Name muffled a gasp between Mori’s breasts at the sensitivity of his tail, butterflies filling his stomach as his groin was electrified. The feeling made $Name’s entire tiny body shudder, extreme pleasure shooting from the tip of his little flippers through his tail straight to his dick, making his hips recoil backward in release as he came repeatedly. Moaning in cute and sweet ecstasy between Mori’s breasts as he felt his cock shrink back, pulling into the waistband of his panties, his balls leaving from between his legs in quick popping succession as a new slit opened and swallowed his manhood. Feeling satisfied and weak, $Name sunk out of Mori’s breasts and onto the floor, his tail and flipper hitting the floor with a slap as he let out a little sigh. <img alt="Gura small" src="images/Gura.png"/> <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“What’s wrong, Gura, tired?” <img alt="Gura small" src="images/GuraFace.png"/> “Well, I was just a boy a little bit ago, and you transformed my whole bahhdyyy soo yeah. I’m a little tired.” Gura answered cutely. <img alt="Mori small" src="images/MoriFace.png"/>“Well, you were a rather perverted one.” she accused <img alt="Gura small" src="images/GuraFace.png"/>“Yeah, I was pretty naaaaasty… but so were you!” Gura scolded back. That’s when the door to the bedroom suddenly opened, and in the doorway stood a rather irritated-looking goth girl. “Please tell me you aren’t the two boys my idiot sister’s looking for…”

“So after, I went out with my girlfriends and I got like super drunk and blacked out,” a very blonde and vapid Tracy explained. //Ding// $Name nodded his head and managed a chuckle as he listened to the same kind of story he’d heard all night leave a different girl's mouth. The ding of the bell signaled a change of company as Tracy stood up to move tables. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“It was nice to meet you, Tracy.” $Name grinned and waved. $Name was becoming mentally exhausted hearing only slight variations of the same story for twelve girls straight, and he couldn’t take much more. The final girl sat down at the table, and by looks alone, it was looking to be more of the same. Though very beautiful, she had an air about her. It might have been how blonde her hair was or how puffy her lips were, but without any words, she screamed ‘Party Girl,’ and $Name had his fill of those. So, before she even got a chance to speak, $Name shut her down. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Listen, I’m sorry. But I feel like I’ve met too many of the “Party” type today, and I hate to do this, but I’ve gotta go.” A look of disgust spread across her face, but $Name truly didn’t care. $Name placed his hands on the table to push himself to his feet but was abruptly stopped as the girl across from him stood up with him. With blinding speed and unexpected strength, she grabbed $Name by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss. Hoots and hollers from the other participants of the speed dating event rang in $Name’s ears as his lips were smothered by the woman. Moans of resistance eeked from $Name’s mouth as he wanted to pull away but found his body unresponsive, his mind growing foggy… the hoot and hollers fading as she continued to smack her lips into his. It felt like an eternity… endless kissing… until… with a loud suction cup-like noise, she detached from $Name. $Name returned to reality with applause, his mind very slowly beginning to speed back up. The woman wore a grin as $Name’s vision came to focus on her. Her eyes shimmering with a pink hue that slowly faded back to the original blue $Name’d seen her with as she pulled herself close to $Name’s ear and said, “Don’t judge a book by its cover… unless you’ve tried it first.” She let $Name go with a giant smile on her face and made her way out of the venue. Still not 100% and starting to feel sick to his stomach, $Name took a deep breath and stumbled his way to the one-person bathroom, locking the door behind him. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What did she just do to me?” $Name mumbled $Name positioned himself over the sink and stared into the mirror. He looked like he’d been through hell. $Name’s skin was clammy and pale, beads of sweat forming on his brow as his body did its best to fight whatever illness or poison the girl transferred into him with that kiss. A wave of nausea suddenly hit $Name as he hunched over the sink, ready to hurl… but it never came. $Name breathed deeply as it passed, closing his eyes in relief as he looked back into the mirror. It seemed $Name’s color was returning, the paleness he’d had moments ago visibly growing darker… maybe too dark. All visible skin gained a sunkissed tan that he surely wasn’t supposed to have. $Name studied the change, looking at himself from different angles to see if it was maybe a trick of the light. It wasn’t, and the burning sickness in his belly was returning, making $Name gulp hard as a spreading tingle moved from his stomach out to the tips of his fingers and toes, making them feel tight and stiff. As $Name flexed his hands to make sure they could still move, pain started to build deep in his palms as he looked at his hands that were starting to shake. $Name managed a grunt of discomfort, not fully understanding what was going on as he watched his tendons start to move under his skin, pulling tight before, with a loud crack, both palms crunched down before his eyes. Their appearance was slim and small as $Name’s still large fingers wiggled in panic. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Nugh!” It was all $Name could manage as his fingers began to slim one after the other. Starting from his pinky, each one lost its size, pulled small by some unknown force as they turned elegant and skinny. $Name watched with a degree of horror as these foreign skinny fingers grew disturbingly long nails over them. The nails glossing over with a bright yellow polish that accented $Name’s sunkissed skin.. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What the HELL is happening to me, AHHH OOOHHH!” $Name held his hands away from him, watching as his wrists and forearms slimmed one after the other, the hair atop them sinking back into his skin to leave it supple and soft. $Name could only watch as it climbed into his biceps. $Name’s biceps deflating to an unremarkable size as they lost their strength, leaving behind thin, girlish arms. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/> “This isn’t real, it can’t be real.” $Name tried his best to convince himself, but dreams were numb, and this was anything but. $Name could feel how light his arms had become, the long nails he’d grown digging into his palms from his balled fists, and the growing tightness of his shoulders and chest. $Name braced himself, feeling his shoulders start to migrate closer to his body, rounding and gently popping as his collarbone jutted more prominently on his shrinking chest. $Name’s clothes ruffled around him, sagging, and looking like they were beginning to eat him as he shrank into them, his $Height dwindling from his compressing legs and spine until he stood at a small 5’4. $Name looked like a child in men's clothes, the size of his body a ghost of its former self as he stared pleadingly into the bathroom mirror to see his faint facial hair sink into soft skin. $Name’s lips moved in disbelief, but no words came out, his yellow-nailed hands roaming his soft face and neck as he felt both start to shift. $Name’s eyes brightened to a brilliant blue, growing wider, $Name’s eyelashes growing longer, thicker, and heavier as they did so. Each blink a tickle just below his eyes with how long his eyelashes had become. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“This isn’t… me…” $Name muttered softly, his neck slimming as his Adam's apple descended into his throat. $Name’s jaw and cheekbones were shifting. The latter placing themselves higher on his face and puffing outward while his jaw narrowed and sharpened to model-like standards. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmmnn,” $Name cooed gently, the voice escaping soft and feminine. $Name stared sexily into the mirror, running a hand through his still-short $HairColor hair as it started to darken to black. His nose reshaping itself to a smaller and sharper look while his lips pursed and swelled with weight, shining with a gloss that seemed to coat them magically. $Name was enjoying himself. The sexy face in the mirror gaining a set of fierce eyebrows that arched over its eyes. His eyes. Its shining, plump lips curling into a grin that revealed pearly white teeth as its black hair began its slow descent down all sides of its head. His lips, his teeth, his hair. $Name watched the soft, wavy black locks pour down, caressing the sides of his face as they passed down to his neck and separate over small shoulders hidden by his oversized shirt. The oversized shirt was a reminder of how lame $Name was just moments ago: zero style and no sex appeal, but that was changing. The shirt started to constrict onto $Name’s body, baggy sleeves turning to black straps that wrapped around his shoulders while the bulk of the shirt turned into leather that wrapped tightly around his midsection, squishing it taught and curving his waist and back all while forming two empty cups at his chest before dropping a connected skirt over $Name’s baggy pants. <img alt="Megan small" src="images/MeganFace.png"/>“Ha!” $Name laughed, looking at the empty cups. $Name knew just what would fill them, his nipples tingling as they widened and engorged. His chest quickly inflating as fat swelled behind his nipples, small mounds turning into squishy round orbs that filled the empty cups, swelling further to outgrow the cups and form overflowing cleavage on $Name’s chest. $Name placed his hands under his boobs, moving them gently over the soft lumps before squishing them together, $Name’s eyes meeting his reflection to see just how hot he looked as he licked his lips sexily, letting out a giggle at just how fuckable he was. <img alt="Megan2" src="images/Megan2.png"/> $Name was turning himself on, his dick rising to stiffness in the folds of his oversized jeans. Pleasure pulsating through his body and pushing itself into his lower half. <img alt="Megan small" src="images/MeganFace.png"/>“I’m not sure how much of this I can take~,” $Name said with a light moan, his hips jutting out with a pop, causing him to bounce in place. $Name’s legs felt weak, the onslaught of constant pleasure barely allowing him to stay standing as his legs buckled. <img alt="Megan small" src="images/MeganFace.png"/>“Mmmmm.” $Name bit the corner of his lip, his eyes fluttering as his hands roamed over the curvature of his widened hips, coming to rest over the hard bulge at his crotch. <img alt="Megan small" src="images/MeganFace.png"/>“Aaaaaahhhhh~” It didn’t take much, just a few gentle gropes of his length over his pants with his elegant hands before he was cumming. $Name’s dick flexed smaller with each pump of seed that spurted into his oversized pants, his hard bulge deflating under his hands as it shrank steadily, smaller and smaller until it and his balls slurped their way inside his body, leaving a slit in their place. <img alt="Megan small" src="images/MeganFace.png"/>“Ooooooo,” $Name’s hands pressed against her flat groin feeling her legs and ass begin to bubble, swelling out against rapidly tightening pants that were turning into nylon. Her thighs jiggled out fully against the thin fabric while her ass perked up and swelled into the perfect heart-shaped size to complement her thighs. $Name brought a long nail to her lip, glancing over her shoulder to admire her full ass as the nylon tights dipped into her shoes to coat her feet. Crunching them down to a daintier size as her heels started to rise off the floor, ordinary sneakers becoming black high heels that made her ass look even perkier under the skirt. <img alt="Megan small" src="images/MeganFace.png"/> ‘It was a shame Colson wasn’t around. I would probably let him take me right here in the bathroom, but I wanted a little alone time out on the town anyway.’ Megan shifted her stance uncomfortably, feeling something between her legs. It had to be the thong, right? She pumped her legs, trying to get the thong to sit right, the fabric chafing until it finally settled nicely against her pussy and between her heart-shaped behind. <img alt="Megan small" src="images/MeganFace.png"/>“That’s better,” Megan said, throwing a couple of raven locks of hair behind her shoulders. She’d decided on a rather risque outfit for her night out, but who didn’t love seeing her wide hips and plump and shapely legs in nylon? She’d give the people what they wanted, obviously, and it was stylish, so the hell with it. The clack of Megan’s heel hit the tile floor of the bathroom as she took one last look at herself. It was time to get the party started, and who wouldn’t want to party with Megan Fox? <img alt="Megan1" src="images/Megan1.png"/>

<img alt="QTC" src="images/QTC.png"/> “C’mon guys, I need you to focus!” QT said, clapping her hands for emphasis. $Name was quick to defend himself and Jessie, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“QT, we’re trying! We set up the chairs like you asked. You didn’t tell us that you wanted them arranged any certain way.” QT put a hand to her head in frustration, <img alt="QTC" src="images/QTC.png"/>“I know, I know. God… this planning thing is so hard. I just wish you two knew exactly what I wanted without me having to explain every detail…” //sniffle// $Name watched QT start to tear up as she quickly excused herself from the meeting room. She was under a lot of pressure to make the streamer awards a worthwhile event, and $Name and Jessie were hired to help. Unfortunately, they could take orders but couldn’t read minds, and that’s where problems arose. QT knew exactly what she wanted them to do but never fully explained the finer details of the thing. Not only was it frustrating for QT but for $Name and Jessie as well, causing precious time to drain away. $Name looked over to Jessie, her frizzy red hair even more so than usual due to the work they’d both been doing that day. She looked back at $Name, her light green eyes showing signs of sadness, probably due to QT’s tears. Jessie was always a sympathetic crier. <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“I feel bad,” she said <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Why?” $Name asked, slightly irritated at the statement. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“We’re doing all we can. She’s the one not doing a very good job explaining herself.” <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“I know, but we could be asking her to clarify the finer details as well,” Jessie explained. $Name let out a puff of air. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“That’s… fair, I guess…” Jessie smiled at $Name’s response. <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“Well, let's get back out there and find QT. There’s still lots of work that needs to be done.” Jessie said, standing up from her chair. $Name followed her lead. Rising from his seat, they both headed for the door as Jessie chuckled to herself. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What’s funny?” $Name asked. Jessie grabbed the handle of the door. <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“Oh, I was just thinking how easy these jobs would be if we COULD see into the head of our employers,” she laughed. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Yeah, extremely easy,” $Name smiled. //Kerchunk// The handle of the door hardly moved as Jessie pushed on it. Finding the locked door strange, Jessie jiggled the handle a few more times just to be sure. <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“What the heck?” The lights above the two’s heads started to blink in an erratic fashion, each lightbulb flickering to its own random pattern as Jessie screamed. <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“Ghosts!” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Relax, Jessie, it’s not ghosts,” $Name said reassuringly as the lights stopped flickering at that moment. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“See, all good” $Name looked over at Jessie and furrowed his brow in confusion, spotting a streak of blondish hair down the center of her head. Jessie, still panicked from the event, met $Name’s confused gaze and panicked further. <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“What is it?! Is there something on my head?!” She instantly swiped over her head multiple times, yelling for $Name to “get it off.” Grabbing her shoulders, $Name stopped her freakout. The blonde was spreading through her red hair. Though only slightly noticeable before, it was now a very identifiable blotch of blonde and brown right in the center of her head. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Jessie… your hair is turning blonde,” $Name told her. <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“What?!” She yelled back, “You’re kidding, right?!” $Name shook his head as more and more of her red hair was being converted to this blonde color. Even stranger than that was that it was also getting straighter, the frizzy strands smoothing themselves out as the blonde took over. <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“Do something then!” She yelled at $Name. $Name stood in shock. Jessie’s hair, while normally fluffed around her shoulders, was rapidly flattening and growing past them until she stood gripping her new straightened locks in her fists. <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“What the fuck is this!” she yelled, her mouth agape. “Did you have something to do with this?!” she pointed. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Jessie, I have no idea what’s going on,” $Name said with his hands up. <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“Then how do you explain this?!” she gestured to her hair. Jessie’s eyes drilled into $Name, needing some sort of answer as their light green color became a bright blue. Whatever was happening to her wasn’t stopping at just her hair… $Name watched her facial muscles start to contort and bounce. Jessie must have felt it too, because her hands shot straight there. <img alt="Jessie" src="images/Jessie.png"/>“What’s happening to me?!” She yelled, covering her face. $Name took a step back, not wanting to be too close. He didn’t know what to do. Jessie was moaning and groaning, her face still covered… until she slowly stopped. Jessie slowly lowered her hands to reveal a face $Name’d seen not too long ago. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Jessie… you look like QT…” $Name said, looking at QT’s head on Jessie's body. <img alt="Jessie QT" src="images/QTJFace.png"/>“I am QT,” she told $Name in a sassy voice that certainly wasn’t Jessie’s. Placing a hand on her hip, she started to grow taller. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What?” $Name asked, watching Jessie’s body start to reshape, her arms lengthening to keep up with her increasing height. Her hips widening as she began to get more curvaceous. She laughed. <img alt="Jessie QT" src="images/QTJFace.png"/>“I’d love to play games, but I have an event to set up, and I hired you to help me, so chop-chop break time's over.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Holy shit,” $Name whispered, watching as Jessie’s plain-looking outfit merged and became a black dress that looked a lot like lingerie. <img alt="Jessie QT" src="images/QTJ.png"/> The new QT stared at $Name for a moment, waiting for a response before rolling her eyes, <img alt="Jessie QT" src="images/QTJFace.png"/>“Well, when you’re ready, I’ll be out here.” She said, leaving the room. $Name was stunned. Did his co-worker of many years really just transform into another person?! $Name’s mind was reeling, refusing to believe the strange and spontaneous event until the only thing on his mind was to escape. $Name marched toward the only exit in the room. A slight sweat on his brow as he reached for the handle and pushed!... //Kerchunk// It was locked… but how was it locked…? he’d… he’d just seen the other QT leave through this same door… $Name tried again and again, pushing and pulling on the handle as his heels suddenly rose off the floor, causing him to stumble as he tried to balance on the balls of his feet. A panicked look down revealed $Name’s feet stuffed into open-toed shoes, and after quickly pulling the legs of his pants up to see them completely, showed him that he was wearing black heels all of a sudden. $Name’s mind instantly went to Jessie and what she had become, and that nearly made him scream. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“No, not me too!” Starting at his crotch, the pants $Name was wearing had begun to merge, guiding his legs closer together. $Name held his arms out to balance as the seams stitched themselves into a long denim skirt that stopped at his ankles. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“No!” $Name was helpless as the waistband of his pants merged with his shirt, spreading the changes. The sleeves of $ Name's shirt pulled up his arms and became two very thin straps that connected to the collar of his shirt that had dipped low on his chest and back in tandem with his shrinking sleeves. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“This is so fucked!” Though $Name’s clothes had merged, they had still kept their original color and fabric, forming a strange chimera of a dress, but as he looked down, he watched as the chimera began to shimmer, the fabrics all becoming a solid dark green before gaining a glossy finished look, turning silky and light. To top it off, bunches of white petaled flowers attached to green stems decorated every inch of the dress, embroidered into the fabric to complete it. As freaked out as $Name was, looking at the dress made his pupils dilate in happiness. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“So beautiful…” $Name murmured before shaking his head at the thoughts. “What am I saying?!” It was clear that $Name would be soon to join Jessie if he didn’t do something. $Name started to pace, not even acknowledging that he was now expertly walking in heels as his mind raced to figure out his next move. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What do I do? What do I do?” $Name’s time to think was limited, pressure building in his feet telling him that the changes were progressing… //CRACK// //CRACK// //POP// $Name’s feet writhed in the heels, their size shrinking while his toes followed close behind, his nails painted magically with a black polish. It was painless, more of a shock than anything else, but his feet fit perfectly in the shoes now, his toes and feet small and hairless. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Shit! No, stop! I need longer to think!” $Name could feel it reach his calves, forcing them to tighten as they rounded and grew behind his shins. $Name bent over and grabbed his knees tightly to act like a tourniquet, as if the transformation was like venom coursing through his blood… $Name’s action was rewarded with his knees reshaping under his grip and a slight wiggle in his thighs. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Uhhhnn” $Name stood straight up, feeling his thighs beginning to surge and ripple under the dress. The dress grew tighter as they jiggled wide and full, swelling against the dress and trapping his manhood between them. //CRACK// <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oooohh!” $Name’s hips jutted outward, the dress tightening around them as they filled out with fat. $Name’s hands met his hips, feeling how they now curved perfectly into his waist and legs in an hourglass fashion… <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ehhhh!” $Name’s lips quivered as he looked down, half in horror and half in awe, at the wide hips and soft thighs that drew the dress taught… horizontally… At least. With that thought, $Name craned his head over his shoulder to see that his flat ass was very out of place… $Name found it strange that he would have wide hips and juicy thighs without much of an ass… he almost kind of wished he had… a… fat ass. Almost on command, activity in $Name’s ass cheeks sprung to life, enticing him to grip his behind. $Name’s ass was inflating, growing into his still manly hands as the folds of the dress started to flatten over your plumping rear. Its weight growing as it filled his palms with jiggly flesh and drew the dress taught against his groin. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“That’s better…” $Name smiled, bouncing the two jiggly globes in his hands… before his smile faded, trading itself for a grimace as he tore his hands away from his butt. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“No, no, not better…! I’m really losing it!... UGHHH AHHHH!” $Name’s manhood jolted into him, forcing him to bend at the waist in an unprompted response. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Rghhh, nooo…” It was squirming between his legs into his groin, working its way further and further into his body as it wiggled smaller, his balls following close behind. With one last whimper, $Name felt it go, slurping into his body with a strong suction as he developed a womanly slit. Still bent at the waist, $Name’s hand rested on his stomach. He could feel the new reproductive organs worming their way through him as he gained a womb, his waist flattening under his hand as his stomach slimmed to a tight core. $Name was panting as he stood straight again, wincing suddenly as his waist and spine curved under an invisible corset, and with a plethora of small pops from his back, his $Height height fell, the room growing around him as he shrank to 5’6. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Whew, I’m glad I worked out plenty before the streamer awards. Otherwise, I’d look like a cow in this dress.” $Name couldn’t help but comment on his figure as he looked down. Instantly regretting it as his mind continued to alter with his changing body. It was getting increasingly hard to be angry at the changes happening to him. He was looking good, after all… but he’s a man… or… was a man. $Name’s mind continued to swim, fighting for control as the changes progressed, with his shoulders narrowing closer to his body, and his strong arms trading strength for delicacy as they became soft and hairless. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“I… can’t fight it.” $Name held his hands in front of him as he watched them shrink to match his thin wrists, his fingers lengthening as his nails pulled long over them. $Name’s head was pounding, his inner monologue changing to the semi-nasally and sassy tone of QT as his Adam’s apple descended into his slimming neck. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Nuguhhhhh.” $Name pressed his fingers into his temples, the feminine groan escaping from his mouth sounding completely normal as his areola stiffened under his dress. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Uhh, I need to get back out there and finish setting up… but this headache…” $Name’s skull and jaw crunched down to make the shape of his head round and small, while his cheekbones rose to give him well-defined and full cheeks. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ooooo,” $Name absentmindedly thrust his chest out as a rush of fat made its way to his nipples, causing small boobs to wiggle forward. QT made a small adjustment to the fabric around her chest to make sure the girls fit all right. She couldn’t be looking all disheveled at her own event. QT made a few sounds of discomfort, scrunching her face as her lips swelled to a pout, while her nose rounded and shrank on her face. Blinking rapidly, QT’s eyelashes grew long while her irises sparkled to a bright blue. The headache was passing, making QT sigh in relief as she felt hair begin to tumble around her. The blonde strands growing to tickle her lower back before magically wrapping themselves into a bun tight on the back of her head, leaving a few locks to frame her face. QT brushed the loose hair behind her ears, feeling her eyebrows pluck themselves into shapely arches above her eyes. <img alt="You QT" src="images/QTYFace.png"/>“Whew, what a weird headache! I almost thought I had a dick between my legs at some point there… hmm… I need to stop stressing myself out so much.” With those words, QT smoothed out the wrinkles of the dress over her hips and round butt. She had her sisters helping, but maybe she’d give Ludwig a call and ask him to help with some of this stress… <img alt="You QT" src="images/QTYou.png"/>

<img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/> “I mean, seriously, Maddy, just look at her.” $Name leaned over on the couch and showed Maddy his phone. On his phone was a video of Adisson Rae shaking her ass in a gym to the tune of 2.4 million views. <img alt="Player small" src="images/AddisonShake.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Yeah, and…?” Maddy asked, pushing $Name’s phone away from her. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“I mean, it's just so shameless. You wear the shortest shorts possible and then jiggle your ass online for people to see. It’s just fucked up to me, I dunno.” $Name said, continuing to scroll through his phone. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Yeah, if they got it and want to flaunt it, they might as well make some money off it, right?” Maddy tried to reason. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“See, that’s the problem right there, flaunt it to make money; you know that’s what strippers do, right?” he asked rhetorically, “ and don’t even get me started on how it’s affecting the younger kids these days watching this softcore porn on a public website.” Maddy sighed loudly in response, exhausted from $Name’s rant, giving him a disapproving stare… <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What?” he asked. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Let’s make a video,” she said. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What?!” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“You and me, let’s make a dancing video like one of these TikTok strippers. I’d like to see how you handle getting millions of views,” she challenged. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ummm, I wouldn’t get millions of views; I’m a guy,” he retorted <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Please just humor me, $Name; I bet if we make a video and you get even a little bit of attention, you’d be clamoring for more,” she said, taunting him. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“You’re on; I don’t care about the attention of strangers, okay? Not even a little bit.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Then let’s do this thing,” Maddy said, pulling out her phone. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Let’s,” $Name said, accepting the challenge. .......................................................................... “I just love watching mortals,” One of the four gods said, bouncing up and down as they peered from above, watching $Name and Maddy make their bet. “Who do you think is going to win?” the second asked, rubbing its chin. “Honestly, I think $Name will win; there’s no way their video picks up enough traction to make him want to do more.” the third said “I agree… he would have to be a woman to garner any attention.” another chimed in. “Truly a foolish bet on Maddy’s part.” The gods sat silently for a moment before the first spoke up again. “Godly intervention?” it said, looking at the other three. “Godly intervention,” they all said, nodding. ........................................................................ Back on earth, $Name and Maddy had set up a tripod in the center of $Name’s living room. $Name already felt self-conscious about standing in front of a camera. Being a $BodyType, $Height, $HairColor, $EyeColor white guy, he already knew he didn’t fit the flavor for this kind of video to get any views, but he was more than willing to prove his point. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Whenever you’re ready, $Name,” Maddy said from behind the tripod. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Okay,” he said, clapping his hands together, and started to dance. The dance was simple; he needed to swing his arms in front of him, almost like he was stirring a pot. While he danced, his blue jeans were climbing up his hairless legs quickly, past his calf and knee, settling around his mid-thigh as the jeans material changed to stretchy spandex adorned with white snowflakes, his bulge on display in the tight material. Maddy looked on, surprised at what had just occurred, but that surprise quickly vanished without a trace as she remembered $Name had picked those shorts out for the video. $Name finished the dance and looked to Maddy for approval. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“How was that?” he asked. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“It was pretty good, but you might want to tighten it up a bit; it looked sloppy,” she answered. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Hmmm, okay,” he said. $Name looked down at his shorts, feeling very exposed with his bulge on full display. He couldn’t for the life of him remember why he thought wearing revealing shorts like this was a good idea. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“You don’t think my junk is too out in the open, do you?” he asked Maddy. Right after the question left his mouth, his dick and balls had started to shrink, pulling closer and closer to his groin as they lost size, the bulge in his pants now significantly smaller than usual, now only a minor bump in the front of his shorts. Maddy peered at $Name’s crotch, seeing only the tiny bump that existed. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“No, I think you’re good,” she laughed. $Name didn’t love the underhanded approval she gave, but he never really had a massive dick, so he accepted it with a not-too-entertained nod. $Name started to dance again, his dance more complex than when he started. There was much more hip and leg movement. With each step, his legs filled out with fat and muscle, jiggling with each move as his legs grew thick, juicy thighs and calves, both shaking with his widening hips. A thought crossed $Name’s mind as he danced; if he genuinely wanted to get any traction on the video, he’d have to do something daring. His ass swelled in anticipation. His ass cheeks widening into big globes that jiggled wildly behind him as he turned around and shook his ass from side to side like in the video he’d watched earlier. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Wow, $Name, that was… something,” Maddy commented from behind the tripod. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Well, I was born with this thick lower half. I might as well use it,” $Name responded, resting a hand on his wide hip rather effeminately. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“I thought you weren’t going to dance like those other girls, Alice?” Maddy questioned <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Mhhhhahhn!” Alice suddenly cried out in a high-pitched squeal, her hands over her crotch. She always got a little horny when she danced. She took a deep breath as her vagina quivered with arousal. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/> “Mmmm, yes, Maddy. But I need to make sure we get views on the only video I’ll ever release.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Engaged200.png"/>“Okay, it’s your video.” Maddy resigned. “So, are you going to post that one?” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“I think we can make it a bit better,” Alice said, adjusting the straps of her white tank top. “Let’s do one more.” Alice started to dance again, working her hips back and forth like a sexy pendulum; Alice’s $Height body began to shrink quickly, condensing itself to a short 5 ‘ 6 as she raised her arms above her head. Her waist started to curve, tightening as it slimmed, becoming a sexy toned belly that she worked like a belly dancer. Her arms lost most of their muscle as she moved, a soft layer of fat swelling out to cushion them while her hands shrank in size, her fingers losing their girth as they stretched out to thin, elegant digits, her long nails topping themselves with red polish. Alice was losing herself in the dance, starting to twerk to the non-existent music as her lower back gained a feminine curve, making it significantly easier. Alice whipped her head from side to side as her $HairColor hair removed itself as her natural hair color, the roots of her hair becoming dark brown and growing in long voluminous strands down the sides of her face, to her shoulders, then dropped past her shoulders to rest just above her ass. A smile had begun to spread across Addison's face, her lips plumping up massively to juicy kissable pillows as her jaw had started to round. A gentle molding that softened and raised her cheekbones, swelling them with soft fat to pinchable chubby cheeks as a small dimple indented itself on her chin. Addison’s $EyeColor eye quickly grew murky as a brown overtook them, her eyes growing large and doe-eyed while long, thick eyelashes stretched over them. Her eyebrows retained their thickness but shaped themselves into a prettier visage on her face as her nose wiggled and shrank down to a cute button. She gave a big smile to the camera as she finished the dance and walked over, her breasts jiggling due to her lack of a bra as she stopped the recording. She wondered how this newest dance would be received by her audience; it was a bit more provocative than usual, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. As she rewatched her posted video and looked around her, a pang of unfamiliarity hit $Name; where was he? Why was he a house that wasn’t his own? Where was Maddy? And WHY DID HE HAVE A PUSSY AND BOOBS? $Name panicked for a moment, groping himself and running his hands through his long hair and around his face as he felt around this foreign body. He looked at his phone for some answers, only to be met with thousands of notifications and views on his newest video. <img alt="Player small" src="images/AddisonYou.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="images/AddisonFace.png"/>“Holy shit… I’m popular,” he said, soaking in the notifications. Pride and confidence started to spread through his mind; ‘You’re so hot.’ ‘Damn girl, you got some moves. ‘How do you keep such a toned waist?’ Were some of the comments on his video. A wide grin spread across Addison's face as she answered some of the comments, excited to start work on her next video. .............................................................. “So it looks like Maddy was right…” one of the gods said “$Name was just like all the girls, in the end, an attention whore. Tis a shame” another said, shaking his head “Well, I think we learned one vital thing here, my fellow gods.” the third brought to attention. They all paused for a moment looking at the god. “Yes…?” “All humans just want attention….” “BAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH, so true,” they all laughed.

<img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/> “So hot,” $Name mumbled, looking through Alinity’s Onlyfans on his desktop. As controversial as she’d been in the past, she was still hot as hell. $Name couldn’t get enough of her super thicc round legs… $Name groaned and leaned back in his chair, and stared down at the aroused bulge between his legs. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ooooh, not yet, not yet,” $Name said shakily, rubbing the dick between his legs as he flexed it hard against his pants. Footsteps suddenly creaked against the floor outside $Name’s bedroom door as he quickly closed out of the Onlyfans tab and reoriented his junk so that it was slightly less visible to his girlfriend. The turn of the doorknob came quickly as $Name speedily opened his favorite video game on his PC and flew through the opening menus as $Name half-heartedly began the game and greeted his girlfriend, who now stood in the doorway of his room. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Hey, babe.” $Name said with fake enthusiasm. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Hey… you weren’t looking at OnlyFans again, were you?” $Name suddenly got a little cold, a nervous tightness in his chest. He’d have to lie. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Of course not, babe. I promised I’d stay off that site, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.” $Name said, pretending to focus on the game. $Name’s thoughts drifted again to Alinity and her juicy and pillow-like tree trunk legs, arousing him once again, even in his distressed situation. $Name glanced at his girlfriend… she was smiling. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Good, I’m proud of you, babe!” She bounced over happily and pecked $Name on the cheek. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Yeah, yeah. No problem.” $Name said, a little ashamed that his girlfriend was congratulating him for something he was most definitely still doing. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Okay, I’m going to do some shopping. I’ll be back in an hour,” she told $Name as she walked back to the bedroom door. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Kay… See you in an hour,” $Name responded. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Party1Face.png"/>“Love youuuu” she said, shutting the door. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Love you too!” $Name called back… $Name listened intently to her footsteps that creaked down the hall and waited for the sound of the front door to open and close. Relief washed over him as it did, the sound of his girlfriend leaving more pleasing than anything he’d ever heard as he massaged his dick to stiffness. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“It’s time.” $Name groaned, clacking Onlyfans into his search bar and promptly pulling up Alinity’s page. $Name’d been horny for long enough… $Name gathered his gear: a trusty box of tissue and a bottle of hand lotion before he pulled his member out. $Name was already rather hard in anticipation of the fap session that awaited him. $Name’s plan was to start slow. There was plenty of time before his girlfriend got home, so there was no need to rush… He took a breath, one of lust that made him quiver, and squirted a pump of lotion into his palm… it was time to get to work. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Alinity1.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Je-sus,” $Name grumbled through strokes. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Her ass is so fucking huge.” $Name was tempted to bust to the first picture he pulled up, but there was more things to see, so he switched photos. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Alinity2.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Hell… yeah…” $Name stroked a bit faster. The next picture was exactly what $Name was hoping for, a picture more centered on her tits, they weren’t nearly as impressive in size as her ass, but they definitely enhanced her overall figure. Inching him that much closer to cumming. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Alinity3.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Shit…” $Name exhaled heavily, feeling sweat starting to form on the sides of his head as his dick felt the best it’s ever had, unnaturally so. The next picture would be the last as his stroking quickened further. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Alinity4.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Fuahhhhhhk!” The picture itself was rather tame, but it was like every cell in $Name’s body was pouring itself into the ultimate orgasm! He couldn’t stop himself from absorbing every inch of her body: Her big round legs, her soft tits, her sexy “fuck me” stare. $Name quickly grabbed a tissue and erupted, a loud moan of ecstasy escaping his lips. $Name’s manliness expelled itself from him as the hot fluid constantly pumped into the tissue. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Uhhhuhuh,” $Name shivered, still cumming, his body entrapped by the pleasure of his orgasm as he grew alarmed and grabbed a second tissue. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What the fuck is happening… oooooh!” $Name’s pants were growing tight, the muscles in his legs flexing hard as mass began to pack itself into his lower body. $Name grabbed a third tissue to support the second, his thighs converging on his member as they and his ass swelled under him. $Name had no idea what was happening, and it scared him. The circumference of $Name’s thighs was getting far too large. His legs were about to bust through the seams of his pants! The distinct popping of threads sounded out as he could see the soft and supple tanned flesh squeezing through the small gaps where they’d popped. $Name was overwhelmed by the sensation of his legs constantly growing and his ass flooding the seat below him, soft cushion raising him upward in an ever-growing pillow. Even $Name’s feet and calves, he could feel them changing! They felt smaller! All this, and he was still cumming. Grabbing a fourth tissue, $Name pressed hard on the dick between his swelling pillowy legs, and in an explosion of fabric, his jiggly legs freed themselves from their denim prison, exposing themselves in a wiggling mess of flesh that bounced softly into each other and around his hands, but some of the fabric remained, still wrapped around $Name’s hips and wedged between his massive ass in undeniable booty shorts! <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“AHahhhn!” $Name screamed as his pants burst, his cock blowing one last load before imploding its way into his groin in a quick and near-painless transformation as it wiggled its way back into him. Now pressed tightly against $Name’s flat crotch, he balled up the tissues in his hands and tossed them to the floor as he grabbed his soft, jiggling tree trunk legs and raised them to see his toes manicured and feet small along with his shapely soft calves that wiggled behind his shins! $Name stood up with a fury, feeling the wobble of his fat behind and legs below him as he dug his fingers into each. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“What!.. What just happened to me?!” $Name was dumbfounded, a pressure building in his hips as they slowly started to widen, then snap out to full size to leave his lower body in an undeniably curvy visage. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“This can’t be real. I didn’t just…” $Name tried to deny it, but each handful of soft flesh he grabbed onto told him differently… and his dick… it wasn’t hard to see that he lacked any bulge in the tight booty shorts. $Name’s eyes and hands darted between his tree trunk legs and fat ass until he glanced at the girl whose picture still sat on his computer screen. Looking at her again, $Name had to double-take and confirm that, indeed, his legs had turned into the same ones on the computer screen, Alinty’s! <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“I have Alinity’s legs! What the fuck!” As if $Name’s body had been waiting for him to realize that fact, his stomach began to growl, an uncomfortable twitch within making him grab onto it to feel it begin to flatten under his palms rapidly, his sides suddenly bending inward as he developed a curve to his waist. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“It’s not over?! I’m going to… ehhahhh!” The simple thought of the possibility boggled his mind, but $Name had Alinity’s entire lower body and waist, so that was the only logical explanation of what was happening to him, even though the fact that it WAS happening was crazy! With a face riddled with confusion and fright, a pain blasted through $Name's hands. Quickly raising them, he watched as they began to shrink, his fingers pulling out to lengthen as his nails polished themselves to a glossy, muted pink, outlined by a line of black at the tip of his nail, before extending to a point over his slimming fingers. It was like a virus ravaging through him, $Name’s hands only the starting point as the changes climbed his arms, removing hair as it went, mutating muscle into fat that left his skin looking delicate and squishy to the touch. $Name shrugged his shoulders in resistance as the entirety of his arms were converted, the bones shaking beneath the skin as they pulled shorter. $Name’s slim fingers twinged, his long nails digging into his soft palms as tugs at his spine grew the room around him, each one stealing inches of $Name’s height. $Name could do nothing but feel his height diminish, his eyeline dropping with each passing moment. The pulls at the base of $Name’s spine were agonizingly strong making him almost want to gasp out in pain as his stature fell. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Guuhhh fuck!” With one final pull, $Name’d shrank completely to 5’3, the room around him feeling much larger as his shoulders took their opportunity to pull closer to his torso and round into his slim arms. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ehhhh,” $Name whimpered, taking in the changed parts of his body. His big round legs and ass felt exceptionally big with his shrunken frame and hands as he grabbed and dropped his butt. $Name’s arms, weak and soft, and his pampered delicate hands… A jolt to $Name’s nipples snapped him out of his observation, he felt them grow, widening under his shirt as they became more sensitive. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ahhh no, not tits, anything but AAhh!” With a sudden burst, the beginnings of $Name’s soon-to-be orbs thrust from his chest, leaving identifiable bumps under his shirt. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmm, no!” //Swell// Another burst… more fat flooding in behind $Name’s nipples as he grew another cup size. $Name’s shirt was starting to feel tight, and for a moment, he thought it was just because of the tits he was growing, but the tightness was becoming omnipresent, constricting around his upper body; The sleeves of $Name’s shirt were shrinking up his arms, and the material was becoming far more like spandex than the cotton it had been before as it started to cling tightly around him. //Swell// Another cup size and more tit flesh. The collar of $Name’s shirt was plummeting, revealing the tops of his C-cup breasts as his sleeves became straps that rested tightly on his shoulders. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Fuuuuuck.” $Name gripped his sensitive bosom with girly hands, hardly able to wrap around the mass that was still filling steadily. It felt good… $Name’s nipples hard under his groping digits as //SWELL// They filled further. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Mmmm, having ti-//''ts feels sooo good''// //Giggle//…” $Name’s voice cracked to a higher register, leaving him sounding like some air-headed valley girl. It made $Name pause. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“''//My voice?!//''” The change made $Name realize he was only minutes away from completely converting into Alinity, his face the only thing left of him as he ran uncoordinated into the bathroom, his assets jiggling fiercely from your unrefined steps. The mirror reflected a body that was ill-fit for its face. $Name eyes were finally able to take in the totality of his curvy and busty new form. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“No! //''My body is soooo hot!''//” $Name’s lips curled into a smile as he grabbed handfuls of his chest. $Name quickly ripped his hands away. Was he really fighting for control now?! $Name blinked furiously in the mirror, his eyelashes looking more voluminous with each one as they grew out with a wispy curl. Again, that smirk found its way onto $Name face <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“''//Oooo there’s that developing sexy look everyone loves so much.//'' Aghhh no!” $Name tore his eyes away from the mirror, his hands suddenly roaming his body out of his control, lithe fingers pinching his tits while one snaked its way between his legs, caressing his womanhood. $Name was losing it, the growing arousal numbing his mind as he let himself turn back toward the mirror. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“//''Oooooooo!''//” $Name bit his lower lip, which swelled up with a glossy shine, pushing him closer to Alintydom. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Nooo… keep control,” $Name moaned, his voice completely Alinty’s now as his hands continued to probe his body and heighten his arousal with a feminine touch that he shouldn’t have… since he wasn’t a girl… was he? <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ahhn, yes!” $Name's eyes grew as they glared into the mirror, his face undulating as his cheeks grew big and soft, his jawline shifting to femininity. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“//''I should really be in front of a camera right now and stop wasting all this hotness in front of a mirror.''//” $Name cooed, his hair bouncing from his scalp in a wave of dark black that dropped itself to just barely over his shoulders, framing his face, his nose shrinking down and upturning slightly as his eyebrows plucked themselves to thin arches. $Name’s hand found its way into his shorts, delicately worming its fingers into wet panties. Alinity squealed as they found their mark. <img alt="Player small" src="images/AlinityFace.png"/>“AHHHnnn //Giggle//” She stopped herself before she went too far. she always had to get a little horny before she snapped some pictures for OnlyFans. Alinity fanned herself off, her body hot as she adjusted her tits in her lowcut top <img alt="Player small" src="images/AlinityFace.png"/>“Okay, whew. Let’s get to work then…” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Alinity4.png"/> ....................................................................................................... $Name’s girlfriend could feel her magic come to life from the store, her head hot as she marched back to her car. “I really hope that curse makes his dick fall off like it said online! I’m so sick of him sneaking in masturbation sessions while I go out!” If only she knew that the curse she cast was the one that turns someone into whatever they fapped to, and with no way to reverse it, she was now stuck with Alinty, who’d be constantly taking lewds for OnlyFans, the site she despised…

<img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/> “$Name,” Phillip said gently but commandingly as $Name was snapped out of a small daydream he was having and sprung into action. Quickly clearing the empty plate in front of his employer. “Butler, I’m done too!” The young red-haired Eris yelled in $Name’s direction, as he nodded in response and made his way over to collect her plate. $Name had been in service to the Greyrat family for a little over a year after Phillip generously hired him. $Name only realized after he was hired how generous Phillip really was since the only servants Phillip typically hired were Beast Race maids. It was a little isolating being the only human male servant of the house, but also made $Name’s services stand out a bit more among the sea of bunny, cat, and dog women. $Name was more than happy to provide these services to the family that took him in, as they not only paid $Name, but allowed him to have his own room in their estate. After dinner was over and $Name had sufficiently cleaned up with the help of some of the maids, he decided it was time to turn in for the night. Making his way through the estate corridors, $Name encountered some of the maids talking about an event going on tomorrow. $Name had, of course, heard of it because he would be attending Philip during… The event itself was a meeting between houses, a political one from the sound of it. The finer details weren’t shared with $Name, but he knew there were going to be plenty of wealthy figures and that the Greyrat’s were hosting, which meant he was on duty. Upon reaching his quarters, $Name stripped out of his clothes and put on his nightgown. After tucking his legs into his bed and getting some reading in by candlelight, $Name yawned loudly and gently blew out the light. With the darkness surrounding $Name and his eyes heavy, it wasn’t long before sleep took him… .................................................................................. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“$Name, your service has been greatly appreciated, you know that?” Philip said to $Name nonchalantly as Philip perused a bookshelf. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Thank you, sir. I always try my best to serve the family,” $Name said, sitting in a big ornate chair and listening attentively to his employer. Philip directed his attention back toward $Name from the bookshelf and looked $Name in the eyes as he took steps in $Name’s direction. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“That is why, my friend, I want you to take over the house in my name if I were to pass on… as a Greyrat,” Philip said, laying a hand on $Name’s shoulder. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Sir Philip, thank you, thank yo-” ...................................................................................................... <img alt="Player small" src="images/Rudeus.png"/>“Butler… Butler… wake up,” A voice called to $Name as $Name woke with a start, his vision blurry. $Name could make out yellowish hair and a small face from the light source the person was holding. Leaning forward, $Name rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked over tiredly at the young Rudeus Greyrat holding a book in one arm and a lantern in his hand. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Rudeus.png"/>“Butler, Philip needs to speak to you. No need to get dressed. Just follow me.” $Name’s room was still dark besides the young boy with the small lantern. Which meant it was either really early in the morning or still in the dead of night. Whatever the case, $Name was still tired, and as the information from Rudeus trickled slowly into his brain, $Name quickly grew more alert. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘Philip needed to speak with me in the dead of night? What did that mean?’ $Name thought. $Name quickly flipped the blankets off himself and stood up, suddenly full of energy. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Lead the way, Master Rudeus.” $Name followed the young boy closely. The two didn’t exchange any words, a mutual understanding that the meeting was a secret and that silence was their ally… $Name didn’t know much about Rudeus, but what he did know about the boy was that Rudeus was a very impressive magic user. At Rudeus’ current age of seven years old, he was a saint rank mage—a true prodigy… Upon reaching the door to Philips' study, Rudeus blew out his light and quietly opened the door. The study itself was well lit with burning candles, Philip and the family bodyguard Ghislaine inside waiting. $Name gazed over at the tan-skinned Ghislane. It seemed Rudeus had retrieved her in a similar fashion as he did $Name… because she wasn’t wearing any pants. Her tanned, muscled ass, strong legs, and tan-colored tail were on full display in her signature black thong, but for some reason, she had felt the need to grab her coat? $Name had to avert his eyes and give the beast woman some respect, considering she was one of the most dangerous creatures alive. $Name quietly shut the door behind him when Philip spoke up, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“Excellent, now that the important parties are here we can begin the discussion.” $Name and Rudeus made their way over to Philip and Ghislaine. Rudeus stood next to Philip while $Name took a position in front of the two next to Ghislaine, the 6 '6 beast woman towering over him as $Name tuned into what Philip's next words would be. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“As you both know we’ll be having a bit of a get-together tomorrow…” $Name nodded his head, and Ghislaine grunted in confirmation as Philip continued on. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/> “I, unfortunately, believe there could be potential for trouble, but as the meeting demands, we are not allowed bodyguards, but that says nothing about servants. This is where you come in, my Butler.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Me, sir? I’m not much of a bodyguard. I can’t even perform elementary magic. I would be ill fit to guard you,” $Name said sadly. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“I know this, and that is why Ghislaine is here. Rudeus and I have devised a bit of a plan to get her into this meeting undercover.” Philip explained. $Name was confused. Ghislaine really sticks out like a sore thumb. No amount of clothing or makeup could disguise her rippling muscles and tall stature. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“And how would you do that, sir?” $Name asked puzzled <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“Well… we’re going to disguise her as you,” Philip said. $Name stood there dumbfounded, making some noises in response but nothing resembling a word. $Name looked Ghislaine’s way. She stood awfully calm at the situation, her arms folded under her chest. Did they already inform her? Was she okay with this? Noting $Name’s surprise, Philip continued, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“And since we’ll be disguising her as you, you’ll need to be disguised as her to avoid suspicion. I’m sure if there were any treachery afoot, they’d want to make sure Ghislaine is far enough away from the meeting area before pulling anything.” Finally able to gather some coherent words, $Name sputtered, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“But-but-but, I… an-an-and her… we look nothing alike.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“That’s where Rudeus comes in. He found a spell that will disguise you both as each other so Ghislaine can protect me -as you- in the meeting.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“But-but-bu-” $Name tried to start again, but Philip cut him off, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“You can do it, $Name. I trust you completely,” Philip said with a smile, “but we’re wasting time. Rudeus, go ahead and begin.” Rudeus opened the book he was holding, the pages shimmering blue. The same shimmering blue that suddenly lit up at $Name’s feet in an arrow-like sigil that pointed in Ghislaine’s direction. While an almost identical sigil lit up around her feet, the only difference being that it pointed in $Name’s direction. In a moment of panic, $Name made a move to leave the sigil but bumped into an invisible wall. Reaching out, $Name placed a hand on this barrier, the only evidence of its existence a faint blue glow coming from where $Name’s hand made contact; looked like this was happening whether $Name liked it or not. $Name looked at Ghislaine again to see if she was exhibiting any kind of panic, but she stood perfectly calm, simply tapping the barrier with one of her long claw-like nails in intrigue. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Rudeus.png"/>“Okay, the spell should begin to take effect shortly. Prepare yourselves,” Rudeus warned. $Name had no idea what he was preparing for exactly. $Name was supposed to be disguised as Ghislaine, but what that entailed, $Name wasn’t sure. Would a veil of magic make him look like Ghislaine? $Name’s answer would start to be quickly answered as his bed robe started to shift around him, crawling up his knees and above his waist to reveal his undergarments, which $Name promptly covered with his hands to preserve his dignity and hide his bulge from Philip and the young boy. $Name’s shortened robe then split down the center as the material started to thicken, and fur materialize along the inner hem as it became a perfect match for Ghislaine’s coat, which hung loosely on $Name’s shoulders and exposed his bare chest. Glancing at Ghislaine, $Name noticed they had traded garments, as she now sported his bed robe, which fit her ill due to her height and massive breasts, the latter of which pulled the bottom hem even higher up her body. $Name’s worry began to build as he watched her black thong start to expand and cover more of her legs and hips. Beneath $Name’s hands, he could already feel the material of his underwear start to change, becoming silkier as he quickly looked down to see his white underwear turn black and start to thin. Pulling tight around his ass as the fabric wedged itself between $Name’s butt cheeks and left only a small soft swath of fabric to cradle his penis and balls… $Name was now wearing Ghislaine’s thong. The realization of what was happening quickly set in. They meant to swap both of them completely. What better disguise was there than to swap physical forms completely?! But $Name didn’t want to be Ghislaine! And as her poor excuse for a bra that only really covered her nipples wrapped tightly around $Name’s chest and back, while her eyepatch strapped around his right eye, $Name had to speak up. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Sirs, is there no better way than this!” $Name asked loudly but respectfully. Philip motioned for $Name to lower his voice as Philip gestured with a finger to his own lips. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“Don’t worry, it’s completely reversible. At the end of the meeting, you will get your body back, $Name.” <img alt="Player small" src="images/GhislaineFace.png"/>“Quit your whining. You’re definitely getting the better end of the deal,” Ghislaine said plainly, next to $Name. $Name looked over to see her looking at him, her height starting to dwindle until her eyes were level with his. $Name was shocked to see the tall woman shrink right in front of him, but even more surprising was the tightness that had just assaulted $Name’s body, every muscle tensing as his body started to grow. $Name’s vision quickly rose above Ghislaine’s as his entire body lengthened and grew until he stood much taller at 6 '6. $Name was taller than everyone in the room now and made panicked eye contact with everybody from his new height while still covering his manhood. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“See, can’t be mad about that, can you?” Philip asked rhetorically. He wasn’t wrong. Gaining height wasn’t a bad thing. $Name felt powerful, standing taller than everyone in the room. But the height wasn’t the problem. It was other changes $Name was worried about. Looking at the now smaller Ghislaine, $Name scanned her for any other changes. She looked the same, but as $Name’s ears started to itch, he noticed her feline ears were no longer perched atop her head! $Name reached a hand up to his ear while still holding one at his crotch as he felt soft fur growing rapidly on his previously fleshy ears. Not only were they gaining fur, though, but they were also changing shape. The tops of $Name’s ears coming to a point and starting to move from the sides of his head, the skin around them shifting and flexing, pushing his ears further and further up to the top of his head until he sported furry cat ears perched perfectly atop his noggin. $Name gasped in surprise, but more strange feelings started to assault him: Pain in his fingertips, lower back, and toes alerted him. $Name watched the nails of his quivering fingers and toes pull themselves slowly outward as they grew in a way that made them sharpen to a point. Giving him sharp claws fit for someone of the Beast Race. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/> “Nghhhhhh,” $Name grunted as he looked behind him to see a lump just above his thong, wiggling and covered in tan fur. A tail! It was the start of a tail! With each sharp erratic wiggle of the lump, it grew longer, $Name’s lower spine pulling itself slowly outward as the wiggle turned into a shake, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Nghh” and the shake turned into a sway <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Nghhhhhhhh!” and the sway turned into a swish. A now full-blown feline tail covered in tan fur swishing and moving around wildly behind him. $Name had no control of this new appendage as it bristled and moved, a clear indication of his emotions. $Name held his clawed hands in front of his face while his ears flicked and twitched on top of his head, and his long tail swished about behind him. $Name had become a taller Beast Race version of himself, completely dressed in Ghislaine’s clothes. Looking over, Ghislaine was inspecting her features similarly to $Name, now, a smaller, more human-like version of herself, devoid of her claws, cat-tail, and ears, and dressed in $Name’s previous clothes. Philip was watching with intrigue; a human turning into a completely different race, especially one that he was fond of, was quite the sight. $Name, on the other hand, was freaked out. The sounds around him were much louder and sharper than he remembered. Every breath and sound was noticeable and distracting, his ears shifting on his head to absorb every and any noise that was made: it was overwhelming. <img alt="Player small" src="images/GhislaineFace.png"/>“Relax,” Ghislaine’s voice rang out loudly to $Name, but calmly, as he turned to face her, pure worry plastered on his face. <img alt="Player small" src="images/GhislaineFace.png"/>“Focus, and you’ll be okay,” she told $Name seriously. Focusing on the moment became much easier as $Name’s skin started to burn. A tingly, prickling feeling dotted all over his body as $Name’s body hair started to detach from his skin, leaving it flawlessly smooth, all while it tanned and darkened. Running his hands over his smooth midsection, $Name noticed the skin around his belly button had not darkened as much and that a star-like scar had materialized on it. It seemed the spell wasn’t missing any details, and $Name had also gained Ghislaine’s battle scars. $Name Gently traced the scar with a sharp nail on his stomach as it suddenly tensed. Grunting in response, $Name’s abdominals started to ripple and strengthen bulges of muscle forming one after the other in pairs as a six-pack rapidly became visible, and all fat was erased. The addition of muscle in $Name’s stomach wasn’t the only thing that quickly appeared, though. Everywhere $Name’s muscles were starting to harden and grow stronger: his thighs and ass flexed and tightened with hardened muscle while his upper body tensed and swelled with strength. Years of Ghislaine's hard conditioning were being transferred to $Name in an instant, which made for quite the spectacular sight. Philip couldn’t help but comment and laugh, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“Now that’s a Butler I wouldn’t mind having,” $Name felt bad for Ghislaine as he looked over and noticed her poking and prodding her now much less muscular body. <img alt="Player small" src="images/GhislaineFace.png"/>“What a bother,” she commented, huffing. That truly embarrassed $Name. She was talking about his body, after all, but who could truly hold a candle to her physique? A sudden cracking assaulted $Name’s shoulders as his right shoulder suddenly pulled closer to his body. $Name looked at it in surprise, only for it to be followed quickly by his left one as the coat that hung on them fell down to his arms; $Name’s shoulders now narrow and lithe. The pops and cracks were painless, but that didn’t mean $Name couldn’t feel the shrinking and pulling of each tendon and bone as the noises made their way down his arms. $Name’s manly limbs slimmed in the sleeves of the coat but still rippled with muscle before the sounds erupted and bubbled into his hands. Lifting one, $Name watched his palms crunch down and slim in size while his fingers pulled out and lengthened to long, womanly digits. $Name’s thin claw-tipped fingers reminded him that he was to become a Beast WOMAN. $Name grimaced at the thought as his waist tightened even further, cinching in at the sides, to curve his figure while his lower back arched forward with a womanly S shape. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oh gods,” $Name mumbled, looking around his quickly feminizing body as a crazy sensation hit his face. Quickly reaching up, $Name felt his jaw shift and sharpen under his fingers. $Name’s face lost any excess fat as his cheekbones pulled themselves higher and his nose shrunk and sharpened. $Name let out some noises of disapproval as his lips swelled into each other and the sockets of his eyes grew larger, his irises turning a light brown while his eyelashes grew longer over them. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“I… I…//Cough// //Cough//” A tickle suddenly hit $Name’s throat that caused him to cough, and as he spoke again, it came out in Ghislaine's low but feminine raspy timbre. <img alt="Player small" src="images/GhislaineYou.png"/>“//Look like Ghislaine now, don’t I?//” $Name quickly gasped, covering his mouth in shock as he looked over and made eye contact with Ghislaine, who now sported his face, obscured by her wild mane of hair. That would soon change, though, as it started to recede and pull back into $Name’s old head/ Ghislaines new head. $Name’s feline ears twitched and flicked, picking up on the growth that had begun to take place on his own head. $Name could hear the hairs rustling and moving, starting to lengthen and fall down the sides of his face. It was surreal. Every inch Ghislaine lost, $Name would grow—a perfect and equal trade. $Name’s hair grew quickly, tickling his neck, framing his face, and dropping around his shoulders, and continued to grow further down his tanned muscled back to right above his tail. If $Name was still human, he imagined that the rough mass of tan hair would do a great job of muffling sounds due to its thickness, but… $Name’s ears twitched… right now he could hear perfectly fine. $Name and Ghislaine both looked like each other, at least in the face. Ghislaine wore $Name’s face but still had breasts, more womanly shaped legs, and hips… looking at her, $Name watched as her breasts suddenly wobbled and bounced in the bed robe. She’d noticed, too, because she looked down at them in response. $Name had started to feel something as well… a tingling beneath his nipples under the tight restriction of the bra. Looking down at himself, $Name’s chest looked much softer. Eyeing it with a sharp gulp $Name watched carefully as his tanned chest suddenly jiggled forward, small, pert breasts. Upon witnessing this, a look of panic and embarrassment quickly overtook $Name’s/Ghilaine’s face again, and he quickly hoisted his coat over his shoulders and pinched it together to hide his growing chest from view. Philip and Rudeus watched wide-eyed as they also witnessed what just happened. $Name could feel the jiggling continue under his coat, and though $Name couldn’t see it, his breasts were growing slowly but surely. The feeling was stimulating, and $Name could feel how hard his nipples were under the barely there bra. $Name had done a good job holding on for this long, but he was starting to grow erect from the feeling of Ghislaine's breasts growing on him. Each pulse of jiggling making him more and more aroused. <img alt="Player small" src="images/GhislaineYou.png"/>“//Shit, ahnnn! I’m sorry, sirs//” $Name said, blushing as red as Ghislaine’s tanned face would let him. Trying his best to hold his coat closed over his growing bust and cover his also growing dick. Something had to give; $Name’s breasts were starting to push hard against his coat, and his dick was about to pop out of the thong. The choice was obvious. $Name had to let his breasts bounce free of his coat as he quickly covered his dick just as it popped out of the thong. $Name’s boobs were huge and very exposed, his nipples the only things covered as they wobbled and shook on his chest, the big brown orbs still growing. At full size, they nearly completely blocked his view of his lower body. $Name was simply forced to watch them move and jiggle on his chest as he pushed them together with his arms to cover his crotch, the soft flesh squishing between his strong arms. $Name hoped the transformation would just accelerate to rid him of his dick and the embarrassment of everyone seeing him aroused… $Name hips cracked wider in to acknowledge his hope, his ass not bloating, but shaping itself rounder behind him as his legs actually shrunk in size, becoming more shapely and elegant. $Name’s dick was twitching under his palms, and the heat from his arousal and added hair was starting to make him sweat as a small bead dropped from his chin and trickled down into his cleavage. $Name was a horny mess, and his dick was about to explode from the sensations, but he couldn’t possibly cum in front of his employer and a young child… so he turned around. <img alt="Player small" src="images/GhislaineYou.png"/>“//Nuhhhhahhh!//” $Name moaned, a noise he’d never expect to come out of his mouth in Ghislaine's voice. Coating his hands and ground in the slimy ejaculate as his dick started to deflate after bursting, pulling itself back into the confines of the thong until both $Name’s dick and balls morphed into Ghislaine’s vagina, freeing him from having to cover himself any longer as the flat mound left his crotch flat between his muscular legs. $Name did his best to shake off the cum from his hands and turned back around. <img alt="Player small" src="images/GhislaineYou.png"/>“//I’m… sorry,//” <img alt="Player small" src="images/Ghislaine.png"/> $Name said, not making eye contact with anyone in the room. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“So this is what being a man is like,” Ghislaine said emotionless, in $Name’s voice. Looking over, $Name saw she had a very visible erection tenting the bed robe… with his dick… <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“Alright…” Philip started, shaking his head clear from the event he just witnessed. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“Now that you two are ready, Ghislaine,” he said, pointing to you. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/> “And my butler,” he said, pointing to Ghislaine. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“Please return to your quarters and do your best to get into character,” he said with a clap. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Rudeus.png"/>“How does having boobs feel?!” Rudeus suddenly blurted out, looking at $Name’s breasts, nearly drooling. $Name folded his arms defensively under his chest, feeling the heft of the soft flesh on his arms, and watched them wobble in his view… <img alt="Player small" src="images/GhislaineYou.png"/>“//I’d rather not talk about it right now, Rudeus.//” $Name said as Ghislaine would and made his way to the door he entered through. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Phillip.png"/>“ Yes! Exactly like that, good job, my butl- I mean…Ghislaine!” Philip said as $Name exited the room, Ghislaine close behind him…

<img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/> “Rahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” $Name yawned as he stretched his upper body. Eliciting a multitude of cracks and pops from his back and shoulders. It was another early morning, but not the same as every morning, mind you. $Name had finally resumed posting on DeviantArt, to great success. Growing nearly three hundred watchers in just over two days since his return, pushing him quickly beyond the 1k mark, he couldn’t help but feel good about himself. Now he had a CYOA to plan for and more content to release, but as he went in the bathroom and started to brush his teeth, he wanted to bask in the feeling of his DA notifications. He raised his eyebrows in surprise to see over one hundred notifications and a few chat messages. Smirking a little at his hundreds of favorites, he decided to check the messages. ‘Congrats on 1k!’ ‘Way to go, man’ Were a couple of them, then one final one saying… ‘You’re becoming a giant!’ The messages made him chuckle. He didn’t know about giant, but he was well on his way, he thought as he spat out the mixture of toothpaste and spit. Unbeknownst to him, his body suddenly ascended a tad bit in height, the sink growing a bit further away. If he were paying attention, he would’ve noticed that his shirt had raised just above the waistband of his shorts, the entirety of it becoming a bit tighter on him, but $Name was too locked into his morning routine to notice something so insignificant as he struggled a little more than usual to get out of his clothes and get in the shower. As the hot water of the shower hit his skin, the planning of his CYOA was going through his head. He’d have to make it a good one. You only hit 1k once; $Name’s shoulders grew slightly broader. It would have to be fairly long with an interesting narrative; $Name’s height grew several inches. He leaned in to wash the shampoo out of his hair; he found this a little odd since he never had to “lean into” the shower stream to wash his hair before, it would always just rain down on him, but he dismissed it in favor of thinking about his CYOA some more. It would need some secret and surprising endings. His extremities jolted, growing a bit longer. He got excited at his ideas <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘This is going to be the best CYOA ever!’ $Name thought. The most notable increase in height suddenly hit him, his head popping straight over the top of the shower curtain, a wave of vertigo washing over him as his surroundings got further away, and his balance was shaken as he placed a hand on the wall for support. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Ugh, what the hell?” he said, holding his head. The vertigo started to pass as his eyes widened, his height now being well over 7ft as he peered over the top of the curtain. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Why am I so damn tall right now?” he asked, shaken up. Quickly turning off the shower and bending down under the shower curtain pole, he started to dry off, though it was a bit more of a challenge with the added surface area. While drying, thoughts were running through his head on his predicament: Had his love of curses finally caught up with him? Was he dreaming? Was it some sort of elaborate prank? Whatever the case was, he definitely felt bigger and taller. Maybe it could be a good thing? Putting it out of his mind, he got dressed. Putting his shorts on over his boxers, he realized that they no longer fit him perfectly. In fact, they were surprisingly tight. He guessed that his shirts likely wouldn’t fit him anymore either; he was right. Letting loose a big sigh, he figured he might as well get some writing done, fully clothed or not. Sitting in a chair at his desk that felt just a bit too small, he opened DA again; even more notifications were being shown, two hundred at this point. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oh baby, they’re lovin this,” $Name said excitedly, his excitement triggering even more growth in his body. Feeling as if he was being stretched on all sides, he grew not only in height but mass as well, his ass growing over the seat as it broke and splintered under him, his shorts and boxers exploding off him in tatters. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oh shit shit shit!” he yelled as his head made contact with the ceiling, his legs touching the opposite end of the room, his expensive computer sitting between his huge legs. $Name was effectively stuffed into his room, no longer able to move or leave as he was too big for the door while also being stark naked. $Name let out a few gasps, holding the ceiling above him, the space being too tight to breathe normally. He looked back down to his computer. The notifications now above five hundred. Even in his current situation, he couldn’t help but be happy about it. His writing really paying off. There was a groan from the ceiling as the room started to get even tighter. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“God damn it,” he said, realizing his mistake as the wall his feet pressed tightly against groaned before they burst through the wall. His head and upper body quickly ascended through the ceiling and then roof as shingles and wood were flung everywhere. The house effectively exploding with how suddenly and much $Name grew in one burst. He had to be almost thirty feet tall! $Name’s neighbors ran to the front of their houses to see the giant naked guy sitting in the remains of his home. The screams of $Name’s neighbors could be heard as he covered his junk in a panic. Standing straight up, he left imprints in the ground with his huge feet still attempting to cover his most private of parts. Looking around for an opening, he took off, each bound shaking the earth, $Name hoping he could find somewhere to hide… Searching quickly, it didn’t take him long to find a wooded glen, and after clearing out a few trees, he had himself a nice little private area to reflect. There he sat in his little clearing, knees together and pressed up against his chest, head resting atop them. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>‘What a disaster… life was just looking up too… but of course that’s when everything would go wrong, now I’m giant, naked, and alone… Wish I wasn’t naked at least.’ he thought. Someone must’ve been listening to $Name because parts of his body started to shimmer and sparkle: his feet, his torso down to his groin, and his hands to his forearms. Materializing, seeming out of nowhere, the light exploded off his body, the places it enveloped now clothed. $Name now sporting orange boots, thick cast-like arm guards, and an orange jumpsuit that was very tight on his body, not to mention his member… He looked at the new additions, surprised but also just exhausted that the nightmare wasn’t over. Out of anger and frustration, he yelled out, <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Just turn me back to normal again!” Unfortunately, the closest thing to normal for him at this point was not “$Name,” as a subtle glow shone in his $EyeColor irises before they turned a dark lavender color. His hair then suddenly poofed out behind him to his lower back. His eyes widened at the sudden tickle of hair at his neck and the slight weight on his back, the hair magically pulling itself up into pigtails on both sides of his head. $Name swung his head to the right to see the pigtail enter his vision for a moment, then before disappearing back to the side of his head. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Oh god,” he said, reaching to the top of his head and pulling both pigtails to the front of his face, the voluminous hair feeling amazingly soft against his mouth and nose as he covered his face with it. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“Shit!” he said, his words muffled by his hair. //Crack// $Name’s skull suddenly shrunk, giving it a more feminine look. His dark lavender eyes pushing out long, pretty eyelashes as they rounded out, big and innocent. $Name did nothing but let loose a muffled moan into the hair covering his face. His face cracking and shifting under his hair as his jaw rounded, his chin sinking further under his lips. Those same lips pursing themselves under his hair as they swelled into giant plump pillows. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“This isn’t fair,” he whined, his voice starting to become cute and childlike. <img alt="Player small" src="images/Player200.png"/>“I was supposed to be a DA giant.” His nose shrank down to a small little button on his cute face, the hair on his body detaching and landing like branches on the clearing ground. $Name's whole torso suddenly fired off a machine gun of noises, his muscles and bones atrophying and shrinking, respectively: Arms thinned and shortened. Each finger visible from the cast-like gauntlets slimmed and lengthened, topping itself with a long glossy nail on each digit. His shoulders narrowing and sloping down into his soft feminine arms. <img alt="Player small" src="images/DianeFace.png"/>“Kyahhh” $Name let out a cute squeal as his chest lost width and his waist cinched in at the sides, his nipples starting to prickle with activity. <img alt="Player small" src="images/DianeFace.png"/>“Nooo,” he whispers into a pigtail as he can see the outlines of his perked-up nipples widening and growing stiff under the tight jumpsuit, his chest suddenly thrusting out with force, caused by the curving at the small of his back. <img alt="Player small" src="images/DianeFace.png"/>“Mmphhh,” $Name whimpered as his chest steadily filled with fat, the feeling of his nipples being jiggled and pressed into the fabric making him rock hard. <img alt="Player small" src="images/DianeFace.png"/>“Ahhhmphhh!” he screams but muffles it as his breasts surge twice to a mountainous size, his cleavage a valley to an ordinary person. He was about to cum from the feeling of his breasts alone as he massaged one with a gauntleted hand. The rough feeling of the gauntlet and his dancing fingers making his dick twinge. $Name’s soft, wobbling chest made him realize that his manhood was in jeopardy, the bouncing, squishy masses sending immense pleasure down to his cock with each grope, making him want nothing more than to reach down and just fucking push himself to orgasm… <img alt="Player small" src="images/DianeFace.png"/>“Just… do it!” $Name finally moaned, reaching a hand down to his crotch and rubbing the lump in his suit. The sensation of cumming his brains out hit his dick as everything simply slurped up into him, his bulge quickly replaced by the cleft of his new pussy, his hips bursting out wide at its formation. $Name, now a woman where it counted and wasted no time in tracing the outline of her new sex through the jumpsuit, raising her pleasure even further as her thighs start to jiggle bigger and her ass started to bubble and spread wide onto the ground under her as it filled with fat. The cushion from her thighs enveloped her hand as she pressed and ground her knees together, her face red hot with arousal. As she squirms, her feet crack and shrink a few sizes in the boots, her calves becoming shapely, curving nicely into her thighs. <img alt="Player small" src="images/DianeFace.png"/>“Ahhhhhnnn,” $Name yelled out, the growth from her ass pulling the jumpsuit even tighter into her vagina as she came for the first time as a giant woman. Lying back with a thud and shake of the earth. She basked in the afterglow of her “Giant” orgasm, finally feeling good after feeling so bad earlier… The moments pass, and as $Name came down from the high, she sat upright. Looking down at her soft jiggly giant body, she still had no idea how she was going to exist in the ‘real world’ //soft sigh// <img alt="Player small" src="images/DianeFace.png"/>“Well, at least I’m not a giant bimbo, hehe” she giggles… as a fog washed over her brain, making her feel lightheaded and feel a familiar tingling in her nipples and butt. Never say “at least,” ladies and gents. //WOMF WOMF// “OH!!!” <img alt="Player small" src="images/DianeBimbo.png"/>