How Slutsonite Changed My Brother

            "Slutsonite" did a number on my brother. His transformation happened right before my eyes, and I admit that it was disturbing. We were out camping when we witnessed a meteorite crashing to Earth, just missing us. Sneaking away from camp, we found it within a crater it made, emitting an eerie green glow. He would go on to make the careless mistake of getting too close to it. Neither of us were prepared for what happened next.

            Breasts blew up on his chest. I couldn't tell what cup size they were, but they had to be huge. As his waist shrank, I heard what I thought was crunching.

*𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ* *𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ* *𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ*

            I swear I saw muscles moving around there as his torso lengthened. He fell to the ground, screaming in agony as his clothes became too small for his body. His hands moved to his buttocks as I watched them swell in size, becoming, if I may, rather large. The hair on his head was growing unnaturally fast, stopping at his waist. His hands then moved to his "jewelry" as they suddenly shrank, making an audible slurping. As that occurred, his face became like wet mold, moving around by itself. He uttered one more scream, but it became higher and higher in octave.

            When the changes finally stopped, my brother was no longer there, but a well-sculpted babe in his clothes. He--She stood up and quickly shoved a dainty hand down her jeans and confirmed what I already knew. The jutting orbs before her didn't help either. Just as she was about to scream in horror, she grabbed her head, seemingly in pain. She appeared to be having a migraine attack or something as I just stood there, still dumbfounded by what I saw. However, as quickly as it happened, it ended, and she turned back to me, giving me a seductive look. I knew then and there that my brother was gone, both in body and in mind.

            That was a couple of weeks ago. Nowadays, he--she shows as much skin as she pleases to get as much sex as she pleases. Our mother is sick of it. I tried explaining everything, but she still wasn't having any of it. We both wait for the day that she changes back into my brother. Although, I will get a giggle from seeing the look on his face when he finds himself in women's clothes. I share this story as a warning to all: Avoid glowing meteorites. You never know if it might be what people are calling "Slutsonite".

What Pink Slutsonite Can Do

            One thing I've learned: Once you've been exposed to "Pink Slutsonite", there's no going back.

            I watched a man writhing on the floor. His midsection slowly shrank in some places while his legs lengthened. I won't lie; They became visually attractive as they thinned. The sounds of bones, muscle, and sinew elongating made me cringe. Hair on his head grew longer and longer, becoming blonde and curly in the process. I watched, mouth agape, as boobs slowly grew on his chest, becoming comically large. His groans became more feminine as his face became like putty, moving by itself. The whole thing was out of a horror movie, yet I couldn't look away. Lastly, as his face finished re-molding and his manhood receded inside him, a newer, malevolent persona seemed to be taking control.

            "Ooohh." She cooed. Her voice alone made me tingle. "You look goooood."

            Right then and there, I knew she wanted to suck me off very badly. Who said she didn't? Either way, this would be something etched into my mind for a long time. I don't expect the poor guy to change back any time soon, let alone remember what he--rather, she--did to or with me. Nevertheless, it was because of this...unfortunate experience that I've learned just what "Pink Slutsonite" can do.

The Purse is Staying

            How did a man end up with a "Pandora Purse"? Who knows. But he knew that he would never let himself be seen with a purse on his person. He planned to give it away to some woman who needed it. However, the purse itself had other plans. It was staying with the man; He just didn't know it yet.

            Just as he prepared to take it to a donation store, it popped open on him, unleashing a strange pink cloud of dust in his face. Once he breathed it in, he sealed his fate. That was no ordinary dust cloud; It was a unique dust cloud only seen in "Pandora Purses". It's an absolute mystery how they're formed or how they get in the purses. One thing is certain: Whoever breathes it in becomes feminine in body, if they're not already. This poor man would immediately share that fate.

            He coughed and wheezed, but he couldn't hack up that dust from inside his throat. Just seconds later, he was on his carpet floor, holding his sides in agonizing pain. As if pushed, they caved inward, making very loud cracks.

*𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘* *𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘*

            All he could do was groan as the supernatural changes to his body continued. He screamed out as he felt his hips moving in the opposite direction, flaring out to wide, childbearing proportions. He watched in total horror as the bones, muscle, and sinew in his legs slowly lengthened, before thinning as well. Fat shifted from his potbelly stomach to his derriere and chest area, giving him the sight of ample breasts and a mesmerizing tush.

*𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱* *𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱* *𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱* *𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱*

            As his head of hair grew down his back, his facial features became feminine: Ample cheekbones, longer eyelashes, smaller nose and jaw, puffier lips. The last changes came as the thing that made him a man slowly shaink into oblivion, finally making he a she. The physical changes stopped, but the transformation wasn't completely over. She held her head as a sudden migraine struck. In actuality, another persona, much unlike her own, began to take hold of her mind. This identity would be much more accepting of her new "Pandora Purse".

 

I Should Be Grateful

            I--He is an aging scientist who thought he was on the verge of making a serum to restore youth. The fool thought that if a success, it could wipe out life expectancy. One can dream, I suppose. Only he clumsily dropped the vial and cut himself, trying to salvage his creation. Somehow, a little bit of it got inside the cut. Once it was in his bloodstream, his fate was sealed.

            Some hours and a lengthy transformation later, I am unleashed upon the world. Upon finding a mirror, I got a good, long look at myself, and I liked what I saw. My face was flawless, and my boobs were large. My body was sure to mesmerize any man. In spite of all this, I tend to revert back to him at random and vice-versa. It's a downside of infecting your own blood, I guess. Looking back, I guess I should be grateful to my "other" self for bringing me to life; Although, he doesn't know about all the interns I've been having sex with.

 

One Day Is All It Takes

            One day is all it takes for your life to go down the drain. I should know because it happened to me. I was outside my own home when it happened. Purple clouds formed from seemingly out of nowhere in the sky. Either the apocalypse finally came or something supernatural was going on. I got my answer the hard way when a lightning bolt came from the sky and zapped me dead in my tracks. The last thing I remember before blacking out was not feeling stiff and numb all over.

            I woke up in a hospital bed in a full-body cast. I still couldn't feel any part of my body below. So many thoughts ran through my head: Why me? Why were those storm clouds purple? Who would believe me? It was unlikely I was going to get an answer, sadly. Doctors say it was a miracle that I woke up at all. Little did any of us know that the zap was only the beginning of an unexplainable event for me.

            Some time had passed. It was a strain having to learn how to walk again. But suddenly, it felt like my whole body shut down again. I thought I was dying, but in reality, something nobody would believe, even if they saw it themselves. As I entered the bathroom and unzipped my pants, what I saw I thought only happened in bad sci-fi movies. My "balls and chain" shrunk in size and receded into my insides.

            Like I said, that was just the beginning. Soon, hair began falling off of my body while growing supernaturally fast on my head. Then, my legs, which were rather stubby, began stretching like rubber and thinning, becoming rather feminine and sexy. Over time, I also began growing breasts, not comically large but still worth gawking at. Apparently, the fat from my stomach and waist area had either melted or moved to my chest. As if losing my manhood wasn't enough, now I started looking like a woman, and a hot one too. The last changes happened to my face: Fuller cheeks, smaller nose, my Adam's apple shrank away, longer eyelashes, and all that.

            There was no denying that I had become genetically female. The lightning bolt from that weird purple cloud had to have something to do with this. There was no way I could possibly hide my changes from the public. However, my changes didn't stop there. Something began taking over my body, something...or someone, and it would do so at any time it wanted to.

            There were times were I felt like a passenger in my own body. I felt caged as the irresistible woman I had become spent my hard-earned money on thigh-high boots, women's clothes, make-up, and sorts of things meant for women. It seemed like she didn't have a care in the world. To my dismay, I could do nothing as she strutted her stuff for any man lucky enough to see. It was only when she fell asleep when I regained control of my body. I feared going back to sleep, lest I inadvertently let this other person take back control.

            That's my story. Since that zap of lightning, I've had to wrestle with a split personality of sorts for control over my body, and I've had to protect my money from her greedy, manicured hands. She's left messages on my phone, swearing at me, flipping me off, all sorts of rude things for hiding my money from her. As far as my neighbors are concerned, they think there are two of us, identical twin sisters or something, because when I'm in control, I'm seen in boy's clothes, things my "twin" wouldn't be caught dead wearing. Funny, huh. Well, people are funny. Alas, one day is all it takes for your life to turn inside out and upside down.

The Pink Fog

            A group of soldiers never saw it coming: A strange pink fog that they walked right into. It didn't appear on their vision goggles, so they were completely oblivious. As they walked right through it, their bodies began changing from within their uniforms. Muscles that they had to work hard for quickly melted, while fat would move to their chest area. From there, their chests swelled and swelled, becoming quite noticeable from a distance. They each felt some discomfort from their nether regions but chalked it up to nerves; In actuality, it was their manhood shrinking away into nothingness.

             The soldiers that walked out of the pink fog were no longer men but busty, shapely women. It wasn't until they returned to camp that they learned the truth. What's worse, they all had very bad itches to scratch, and once they started thinking about sex, they couldn't stop. Their commanding officer was dumbstruck and his superiors were just as lost for answers. It seemed that nobody could figure out what happened to those soldiers, yet more victims of that meteorological mystery, known as the pink fog.

Welcome To Womanhood

Man: (Dazed, slurred) "Wha--? Where am I?"

L: "It doesn't matter, for you'll soon be one of us."

R: "Blonde, busty, hot, and more."

Man: "Wha--? Ugggh!"

*𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝* *𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝*

*Both giggle maliciously*

L: "Look. His boobs are growing already."

*𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝* *𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝*

R: "And getting bigger every second."

*𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝* *𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝* *𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝* *𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝*

L: "Ooh. They're huge. Globes!"

(The man looks down to see DD-cup sized breasts. His hair then grows supernaturally fast, covering his view)

R: "Your hair is coming along nicely. A good brushing and it will be just like ours, luxurious and lovely."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

L: "You don't need all that belly fat weighing you down. It's unsightly and disgusting. No guy wants to see all that fat."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

R: "Even us girls don't want to see it."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝* *𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ*

Man: "Aaugh!"

L: "Sounds like somebody's getting new hips."

*𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ*

Man: "Aaahh!"

R: "I'd feel bad...if I wasn't enjoying this too much." (Laughing malevolently)
"I wonder what's left."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝* *Pop*

Man: (Voice rises a few octaves) "Uugghh!"

Both: "Oooohhh!"

L: "Is that what I think it is?"

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝* *Pop*

Man: (Voice rises another few octaves) "Uugghh!"

R: (Sing-song) "I think so."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

(The man, now fully female, moans out of lust)

"Aaaaaaahh-hah!"

Both: (In unison) "Welcome to womanhood!"

It Is Not Easy Being a Goddess

                It's not easy being a "Goddess". You have to maintain your perfect appearance and your power over the "little, inferior people" around you at all times. You also need to have as much Aphrodite as you can carry with you. The last thing you want is for your "former, ugly self" to return unannounced. You consider her as a separate identity from you and want nothing to do with her or her life.

                You got careless once. You were out on a date with a wealthy stud muffin. He had the money and the body, at least on the outside. He was talking about his favorite things and hobbies when it happened. Your stomach started gurgling. You felt the pain from your abdomen. It wouldn't be anything you ate because you felt your stomach slowly starting to bloat. As he kept talking, her stomach became fatter and wider. The table you were sitting at hid your growing stomach well, but you couldn't hide the pain you were in. As luck would have it, you were able to get away when he asked if you were okay. You just needed to find a ladies' room, you said. You made sure to hide your growing stomach as you headed for the nearby restroom.

                As you closed the restroom door, you looked down and saw your protruding belly. No, not yours, hers. She was coming back, the slob who became you after spraying herself with Aphrodite. Turning to the mirror, you saw your flawless, tanned skin become pale and covered in freckles. You jammed your hand into your purse to grab your emergency bottle of Aphrodite, but as you searched for it, more fat formed in your thighs. You finally got it out as the lower half of your "old self" finished forming. A quick spray and she would be put "into submission". The fat in the thighs melted away, your tanned skin returned, and the awful protrusion that was your stomach shrank back into your hourglass figure.

                The handsome date, none the wiser, resumes talking about his life as you return to your seat. You had just avoided personal catastrophe and humiliation. It just goes to show that even being physically irresistible can have drawbacks if you're not prepared. He could have seen who you really were and become disgusted by who you used to be: A rotund, homely, freckle-faced freak. You would have been forced back into the mind of someone who won't know how she even got there in the first place. It's proof that it is not easy being a "Goddess".

An Orb Did This

            (Scene: A boy has just discovered his friend has been turned into a shapely girl)

            Victim: (Blushing) "Stop staring at me like that!"

            Boy: "I can't help it. You're hot. Your face, your legs, everything about you is attractive."

            Victim: "Don't say that! It makes me uncomfortable."

            Boy: "How did you get this way?"

            Victim: "You won't believe me."

            Boy: "Try me."

            Victim: "An orb did this."

            Boy: "I'm sorry. An orb?"

            Victim: "That's right. An orb. It had lots of red clouds in it. It just appeared outside my bedroom window."

            Victim: "When I got close to it, it zapped me somehow. Some lightning bolt or something came out of it and zapped me. It must have knocked me out because the next thing I remember, I looked like this."

            (The boy does a double-take, looking up and down at his transformed friend's body)

            Boy: (Still staring) "I don't believe it."

            Victim: (Dejected) "I knew you wouldn't believe me."

            Boy: "Oh, I believe you. What I can't believe is that it made you so hot."

I Have Cinderella Syndrome

 

           I have "Cinderella Syndrome". It's a medical condition of unknown origin that turns me into a woman and back every day at exactly midnight. I hate how this condition has ruined my life. I have had to adjust my schedule to the minute to make sure I get home in time to prepare for HER. As far as I know, she is a distinct and separate identity from me. How do I describe her? Where do I begin?

            If this picture is real, then she has long, black hair, an hourglass bod complete with wide, sexy hips, and "mammoth" boobs. I haven't seen anything like her. I can't believe I share a body with someone so hot. Just thinking about her seems to get me so bothered. I've been getting these "hot flashes", something I thought only women get. Is it another symptom?

            (Fast forward to 11:55 pm)

            As I type this in my journal, it is close to midnight and--

            (Stomach groans loudly)

            Urgh...

            (Waist shrinks as stomach fat melts slowly)

            Oh no. Somehow, it's starting early! What do I--?

            (Breasts slowly swell)

            *Slurrrp* *Slurrrp* *Slurrrp* *Slurrrp* *Slurrrp*

            They're getting so big.

            (Breasts continue growing as hair slowly cascades down his back)

            *Blorrrp* *Blorrrp* *Blorrrp* *Blorrrp*

            I totally didn't plan for this. Her boobs will tear my shirt.

            *Riiiiiiiiiip*

            Everything is getting foggy. I have to...have to...

            *Thud*

Look What I've Done

        (Scene: An intern meets his supervisor, unaware that the latter has a surprise waiting for him)

                  Intern: "Dr. Peyser? You wanted me to see you?"

          (A woman's voice the intern is unfamiliar with calls out, her voice sounds alluring)

                Woman: "In here, son."

                Intern: (Thinking) That can't be the doctor.

        (The unsuspecting intern walks into the living room to find a long-legged, ample-breasted young woman of athletic build in stilettos standing before him)

                Intern: (Stammering) "S-s-sorry, ma'am. I-I-I--"

        (The alluring woman shushes him before sitting him down on a nearby couch)

                Woman: "It's okay. Everything is under control. This isn't what it seems. Your Dr. Peyser is okay...because I AM Dr. Peyser.

                Intern: (Shouting) "You're Doctor--"

                Peyser: (Covers his mouth, softly) "Not so loud, panic monger. I told you everything was under control. Remember our 'private project' ?"

        (The intern nods silently)

                Peyser: "Well, we had no more test subjects and I couldn't ask for funds without giving away anything,  so I...tested our experimental serum on myself."

                Intern: "What were you thinking? You could've killed yourself,  for all you know! What would I do then?"

                Peyser: "I planned to make my possible demise look like an unforseen accident or a medical issue, so no one would accuse you of anything.  All in the name of science,  child. In pill form, this serum could have the power to change the gender of the person who ingests it by mouth, male to female and vice-versa. Their 23rd chromosome can go from XY to XX or the other way around,  if preferred. It could have been a dud, but instead, look what I've done!"

                Intern: "You made yourself into a totally hot, leggy female?"

                Peyser: "Well..." (Giggles) "You really find my new form attractive?"

                Intern: (Stammers)

                Peyser: (Seductively) "You needn't be ashamed,  dear boy. At your age, it's perfectly fine to feel the way you do for attractive women,  older or not."

                Intern: "W-W-Wait a minute, sir."

                Peyser: "My hormonal imbalance has left me very restless. I believe either our serum needs more work or...other means are needed for remedy."

                Intern: "B-B-But Doctor--"

        (She lays the intern on his back as she removes her heels)

                Peyser: "Just relax, son. It will all be over before you know it."

                Intern: "B-B-But--"

                Peyser: (Lays on top of the Intern, hushed) "Sssshhh. Doctor's orders."

FIN?