The Opposite Effect

                As she held her head, a freshly transformed temptress, who was a boy's neighborhood tormentor just minutes earlier, asked, "Wha? Where am I?"

                The victim of his bullying was having trouble containing his glee. He had lured his longtime tormentor to an undisclosed location, convinced him somehow to share a drink with him, and watched as he slowly morphed in agony into the big-breasted temptress before him. His crewcut grew down like a waterfall. His biceps shrank into nothingness while his skin cleared up. He shrank in height while his hips flared out, making cracking sounds in the process. His face was in pain as it reshaped into something much better to look at. His waist caved in on itself while breasts began forming on his chest. Bigger and bigger and bigger, they slowly grew until forming a deep cleavage that no man could ignore. Lastly, the very things that made him a man were sucked inside him, making the brute fully female.

                The gleeful boy eventually took her home, ill-fitting clothes and all, and gave her new clothes to wear: A bra and string panties, and a blouse that didn't even try to hide her gaping chasm in between her mounds. The hottie, who visibly appeared still in a daze, finally said, "Like, thanks for the top." Her "Valley Girl" accent was apparent.

                "You're welcome." The boy replied. "How do you feel? Do you know who you once were?"

                "Um..." She seemed to be having trouble forming a coherent thought.

                "Never mind." The boy wanted to move on to more important matters. In addition to changing his bully's gender, he wanted her as a "trophy girlfriend". All he had to do was ask.

                "How would you like to be my girlfriend?" He asked with as much sincerity as he could muster. It was then when something in her...clicked. It was as if she could finally think clearly. The stars in her eyes were gone and so was her confusion, replaced by something dark and cold.

                "Ewww!" She said loudly. "Date, like, a creepy little nerd like you? No way. I have much better taste than that."

                The boy was taken aback by this response. He expected her to be submissive. Something within her mind must have changed that.

                "Come again?" He asked, dumbfounded.

                "I don't want to be seen being with, like, some nerd. I want bigger boys...no, no... bigger men. You will not do. So, how do I get out of here? I want some more clothes. I must show off my hot body, just not to you, creep."

                Where did he go wrong? What happened? What had made her go from ditz to "mean girl" so suddenly? These questions ran through the boy's head, yet he couldn't answer even one of them. All he could do was guide her out of his home and ponder how his plan to get a hot girl all to himself had... the opposite effect.

 

Getting Worse

               *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

                "No! Not again!"

                Her breasts, normally modest, were slowly growing in size again, ballooning to humongous proportions. She was turning into her "Bimbo" self again. The rest of her changes--consisting of her long, luscious, brunette locks turning platinum blonde, her kissable lips becoming ridiculously swollen, and her intelligence slowly draining--would eventually follow. She couldn't risk being seen changing or she would be subject to all sorts of tests, the same kind of tests that others who came down with the Bimbo variant of the novel Slut Virus before her were subject to.

                The best thing for the slowly transforming girl was to lock herself in her bedroom, hoping beyond hope that her "Bimbo" self couldn't..."persuade" anyone to let her out or somehow escape herself. She didn't want to end up in a cage with other victims. She didn't want to be subject to needles, questions, and other horrible things. At the same time, she knew she couldn't hide her condition forever. She thought that once the effects of the Bimbo variant passed through her system and she changed back to normal, it would all be past her. However, that was not the case. If anything, her condition was only getting worse.

                "When is this, like, gonna stop?!"

 

Two of Us

            Something had gone horribly wrong.

            I had invented a remote not unlike a TV remote. It would be the thing I needed to steal the...attributes from my attractive school bullies. They had been gifted with bodies that made any boy in school stop and stare. They were all bottle-figured blondes; whereas I was a redhead with a body that wasn't anywhere near as noticeable. They made it a habit to look down on those they found "hideous", notably me. They had tormented me mentally with repetitive put-downs and insults for as long as I can remember. Now, I would get the last laugh.

            If all went as planned, I would have their bottle figures, their big breasts, and their power and influence. There were a dial and a button. The dial would switch between stealing one's attributes and giving them back. The button was to have the remote emit a light to suck or return those attributes. I decided to test it first. I aimed the remote at a picture of a supermodel and turned the dial to "suck". However, when I pushed the button, something went wrong. It had to have been a malfunction. I had electrocuted myself, dropping the remote in the process.

            I don't know how to explain what happened next. The room began spinning. I started stumbling across my room. Something was happening to me, but before I could figure it out, I fell to the floor, halfway unconscious. As I lay on the ground, I felt something coming out of me. I could feel my head slowly stretching. Something was coming out of me. I couldn't scream. My lips were glued shut. My body was either coming apart or splitting in two. It was an awful, nightmarish pain, the kind of pain you got from either a broken arm or leg. When the pain stopped, it felt like I could breathe again. The pain had suddenly vanished. I opened my eyes, but my glasses had fallen off of me when I hit the floor. I tried to go for them, only to feel what I felt was another hand. I turned my head and got the shock of my life. I was looking at an exact copy of myself!

            She lay silent for a while before eventually opening her eyes. I had a look of horror on my face. She was my spitting image. The lone difference between us was that she didn't need glasses. Who was going to believe that I had split in half as if I was "human nucleoli"? Still, my--our attractive school bullies were in for a nasty surprise, now that there are two of us: A super-genius, no-nonsense version of me, and a second, equally intelligent, but more promiscuous version.

 

Humping My Doctor

        

            "Doctor, we should be finding out how this happened to you?"

            "Silly boy. I'm not a doctor. Do I look like I'm wearing one of those thick, white coats?"

            "Well, no, but..."

            "Ah-ah. No buts. I need release and by the looks of it, so do you."

            She wasn't wrong. I did need release. Her legs were hard not to stare at, and my rod was giving me fits. She was literally asking for it. The only problem was that just mere minutes earlier, a man I called my doctor was giving me my yearly physical.

            I had come to get my check-up. My doctor did what he did usually, check my hearing, my heart rate, my reflexes, all of that. Soon, my doctor complained of feeling a draft when the room we were in didn't have a window. Then, out of the blue, he fell to the floor, writhing around in agony. I thought the noise he was making was sure to get somebody's attention outside of the room, but strangely, when I peeked out the room, nobody was reacting. Not a soul looked this way as my doctor continued to act like a fish that had just snagged. Then, something even stranger took place.

         His body shrank in size and build, by almost a foot, it looked like. His head of hair, which was cut short, grew down his back like I was looking at Niagara Falls. As he flipped to his side, I saw his derriere slowly inflate as if it was a deflated balloon. While he continued changing, his voice, which was baritone deep, rose several octaves. I only stood there, silent and dumbstruck, as the physical changes stopped, and the change of clothes began. The dress shirt became a typical girl's tee. His pantsuit shrunk into "hot pants", revealing his much-bigger bottom. It was when he flipped back around when I realized that the things that made him HIM were gone. He was now a SHE.

        This brings us back to where we are now. Her sounds of pain were replaced by those of lust. She got up to open the door and drag me to another part of the office. Then, she closed the door before slowly strutting to a counter and posing. She was deliberately luring me into humping her, in a doctor's office. As long as nobody walked in on us, and things remained as weird as they were, then nobody would know that I would be... humping my doctor.

 

Let Me Go

            I had just watched my own friend morph before me into a babe I'd only find in a Playboy magazine. I watched as he tore off his clothes, apparently forgetting I was right there. I was bewildered as breasts suddenly blew up on his chest. What little body hair he had was sucked right back in his skin. The hair on his head grew down past his shoulders. Hips cracked outward while his waist shrunk inward, making weird, slurping sounds as it did. He was clearly in agony as his face reshaped itself and his "balls and chain" wormed their way back inside him.

            I could have said something to remind him that I was still in the room, but I was frozen stiff. The whole thing just left me stuck with my mouth wide open. It didn't help that I was staring at his new breasts, and they were enormous. By the time we both came back to earth, the transformation was over, and a "Hot Bod" was lying on the ground before me. I won't sugarcoat it; She was jaw-dropping hot.

            She opened her eyes, got off the floor, and turned to see me.

            "Well, well." She said. Her voice was seductive in tone, and I was in lust right away. "What have we here?"

            My mouth wouldn't move, no matter how hard I wanted to talk. She slowly strutted her way to me, one dainty foot at a time. A seductive smile was on her face throughout. I was helpless, unable to speak as she took advantage of me.

            "Don't you look lovely?" She spoke again, looking down. "I had no idea he had such a well-gifted friend."

            She could tell I was speechless. "Come on, hon. You can talk, can you?"

            "Y-yeah." I finally responded, but I was still mesmerized by how well-sculpted she was.

            "Wonderful. Now we can get down to business. If you'll look past my nudity, I want to get to know you."

            "B-but y-you were just--"

            "Shh..." She put a manicured finger to my mouth and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't tell anyone at all. Who'd believe you anyway?"

            She wasn't wrong. Who would believe me if I told them I watched my best friend inexplicably morph into a big-breasted hottie? The rest of the time was a big haze to me now. I stood still, doing nothing as she quietly embraced me. I wanted to push her off, but I couldn't. Maybe it was the pheromones she was emitting or something. Either way, it would be a long time before she... let me go.

 

What Have I Unleashed?

 

            I can't remember anything.

            I can remember creating an experimental liquid that could leave floors spotless yet also be drinkable. It emitted a strange smoke from the vial I placed it in. I showed my assistant who thought it was something mankind wasn't ready for. He felt it should have been destroyed before it fell into the "wrong hands". If only I knew then that I, myself, had the wrong hands.

            With all honestly, I don't know what made me do it, but I brought it up to my nose to get a smell of the liquid. As soon as the smell hit my nose, I felt...lost, lost in a deep, gray fog, but not an ordinary fog. It was a fog of euphoria. Intrusive thoughts ran rampant. Several voices, all of them feminine and sensual, tell me to join them. I felt I had to obey every one of them. Subconsciously, I must have put the vial to my mouth and took a sip of the liquid.

            Right away, I started to sweat profusely. Before I knew it, everything was blurring. I was getting dizzy, stumbling like I was hammered. I looked down and despite my blurry vision, I could see what looked like two slowly-growing mountains on my chest. 

            *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

            With each slurp I heard, they grew bigger and bigger and bigger. It didn't stop until they were the size of grapefruit. The buttons on my coat just barely hung on. I feared if I made just one wrong move, the buttons would fly. Before they could, though, I undid them all, just to see how big they were, and they were enormous. I didn't get to feel them, though, for at that moment, my vision was covered by the sight of hair growing down from my head. It curled as it reached my new, massive mounds. They appeared to have brown and blonde roots. I wanted to find the nearest mirror available, but because of my dizziness and blurriness, I didn't dare move, lest I walk into something sharp.

            I keeled over as something below began moving around.

            

            *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

            The slurping resumed, except this time, it was below the belt. It had to have been my "balls and chain". With every slurp, I felt a push as one by one, the balls wormed inside me. I hastily dropped my pants and my boxers, only to find what was left of my rod worming its way into me. Before I realized it, I had a woman's parts. Subconsciously, I put a finger there, and it gave me a shock. It felt strangely good; Dare I say, indescribably good. Then just like that, my eyesight cleared up. Could it have been a result of me "fingering myself"? More importantly, why did it feel so good, sticking my finger in my vagina? 

            I was so lost in my euphoria, I didn't realize that my other hand was shrinking in size, with each finger becoming thinner and daintier, and the nails on each finger suddenly grew and became manicured. The hairs were sucked back under my skin. I now had woman's hands. Strangely, I wasn't horrified. I was too blinded by my own lust, so blinded that I didn't realize that I was now shrinking in height and build. My shoulders, my arms, and my waist all shrank as I kept fingering myself. Soon, bones were cracking. It had to be my hips widening out. I stopped my fingering long enough to realize something was horribly wrong. By then, of course, it was way too late. As the euphoria died down, I felt something else inflating. I put a manicured hand on my derriere to find it slowly inflating, getting bigger and rounder, and my other hand went to my thighs as they thickened, becoming...well, thick.

            The last things I can remember is the sound of a woman's voice, in a mixture between laughing and moaning. I think it came from me. It was as if someone else had begun controlling my body. My dizziness hadn't left. Luckily, neither had my assistant. He had been watching my changes the whole time, seemingly lost in shock and awe. I tried to say, "Help me!", but it came out foreign. He clearly didn't know what to think. Hesitantly walking over, he said, "Are you sure you want this, sir? Are you aware that you're now genetically a woman?" His questions were the last thing I heard as I closed my eyes. Then, darkness. 

            I woke up in my bed, groggy, in pain, and in the nude. Somehow, I made it back home. Turning over, I found my assistant, still out cold. That was all I needed to get me out of bed. What would people think if they saw me and my assistant sharing a bed together? I was disgusted with myself, yet I can't remember anything that happened after I closed my eyes. I scrambled to my phone and unlocked it, only to find a photo of a woman I didn't know on screen. 

            Who was she? Was she what I turned into? What did she do to and with my assistant? What happened to the vial of liquid I made? What did they do with it? What did she have him do with it? Was there more to this woman than she appeared to be? So many questions that I couldn't answer, especially with my assistant still fast asleep. The most important one: What have I unleashed?