Spade

            M: "Your friends don't exist anymore. We have rightfully taken their place in this world."

               L/R: (Unison) "We are 'Alphas' now."

               M: "Indeed, and we owe it all to Spade, from the makers of Sluteau. What does it do, you ask? It gives you the bountiful breasts, flawless skin, and magnetic body of a deity. Your friends were...persuaded to try some for themselves. WE are the result: Enormous, beautiful boobs, sexy legs, unblemished faces and skin, and hot bodies."

               L/R: (Unison) "Soooo hot."

               M: "And guess what? YOU will soon feel what we--sorry, they felt when they drank it for the first time."

               *You look down to see slowly growing breasts forming on your chests*

               M: "That's right. My comrades here spiked your drink with Spade, so you too will know what it's like. And believe me, when it's all over, you'll never want to go back to being male ever again." 

               *Your breasts don't stop growing until they are of DD-cup size, Your stomach groans loudly as changes move to your stomach and waist area*

               M: "It won't be long, girls, before we have another member of our little 'clique'."

               *All three girls laugh maliciously*

The Girl I Knew

            "The girl you knew and liked was pathetic. A pushover. A mouse. In a word, weak! I, on the other hand, represent everything she wished she was: Powerful, physically flawless, and hot. I can have any man I want now, just not you. You don't deserve this sexy body. Pffft, you don't even deserve to kiss my feet! Still, I'll keep you around as servant... if I want one."

           The girl I knew wasn't always a narcissistic, but hot monster. Before she became this way, she was four-eyed and fair-haired.

           This isn't a photo of her, but it's a reasonable facsimile. She wasn't happy with her appearance, but I kept reminding her that I was happy with her. I tried everything I could think of to please her, yet nothing seemed to bring her joy. It seemingly came to a head when an unknown "sympathizer" began leaving these pink bottles on her doorstep.

           The note attached said, "Please drink me. I can help you be happy." Naturally, I was suspicious but she was so determined to make herself less homely that she would do anything. So she drank it, and to my relief, nothing happened. She, however, sank to the floor, defeated.

           "I'll never be pretty." She said, beginning to cry. She forced me out of her room, insisting she wanted to be alone. I followed her order and left. Throughout the bus ride home, I kept thinking that I should have done something. If only I knew what had happened after I left.

          The next day came and I rushed back to my girl, hoping she was feeling better. To my shock, the girl I left had changed, albeit a little. Her hair was no longer dark but a dirty blonde. She also seemed a little taller to me.

          "That stuff really works!" She squealed with joy.

          Then came the next day and more changes. She showed me her stomach by lifting her shirt. I never thought a girl would do that for me. She insisted that I look and said, "I wasn't toned yesterday. Yesterday, this was all flab. I'm really becoming beautiful."

          I could see joy in her eyes, but I also saw less of the girl I liked. Slowly but surely, she was becoming something out of a swimsuit magazine. What exactly, I didn't know. And was it just me or were her boobs a little bigger?

         Another day came and with it, more changes to her body. When I came over, the girl I found was much taller than yesterday. She had to have the height of a swimsuit supermodel, at least 5'10". Adding to that, her facial features were definitely different, especially her jawbone which was much lower.

         "Am I looking hotter to you?" She asked. Her voice was completely replaced by one much more seductive. All I could do was stammer. Seeing this, she laughed heartily.

         "You're so sweet...It's disgusting."

         That last remark totally caught me off guard. It was nasty, mean, and out of character. Something was definitely wrong now. I didn't dare upset her now, however. She was happy with her changing body, and I didn't dare upset her. When she turned around to show me her...backside, I felt myself starting to drool. It was round and beautiful.

         The next day was the day stuff hit the fan for me. That was when she finally looked like how she looks now: Flawless, to me, in every way. However, her personality had changed greatly along with her body. She seemed more haughty, more contemptuous of me. She seemed to think less of me than before. It was as if a totally different person was speaking to me. I felt hurt that she had become so...so...unfriendly, but when I asked what happened to her, the girl I knew before she took that stuff, that's when she gave me that response.

         "The girl you knew and liked was pathetic. A pushover. A mouse. In a word, weak! I, on the other hand, represent everything she wished she was: Powerful, physically flawless, and hot. I can have any man I want now, just not you. You don't deserve this sexy body. Pffft, you don't even deserve to kiss my feet! Still, I'll keep you around as servant... if I want one."

         So, here I am, begging like a dog for her not to end our relationship because she became a dark, mean-spirited manifestation of what she dreamed of being. I've had to lower myself to being her lapdog, but until I can figure out how to change her back, it is what it is. I've had to give her private pedicures, massage her back, and help her with her shopping. It's degrading, but it keeps her happy. She even rewards me...once in a while. Alas, this bodacious babe is no longer the girl I knew.

The Wizard's Trophy

          Even wizards can get lonely. There lives one such wizard. Somewhere in the United Kingdom, a wizard, whose secret powers are unknown to the world, is in sad shape. Women were avoiding him like a virus. He admits that he is not attractive. His geeky features were not popular amongst anyone who knew him. But he was no quitter. If he had to make himself a girlfriend, he would. Fortunately, he had a better idea.

          Via chemicals and, of course, magic, the wizard concocted this unique perfume, where it turns even the most homely of girls into statuesque hotties. The only problem now was where and how he was going to find a test subject, willing or not. A slow search around town eventually resulted in taking home a freckle-faced, four-and-a-half-feet-tall redhead with hair that resembles a mop. She appeared to be timid and badly introverted. If he were to flinch, she might jump out of her ballet flats. She was the perfect test subject for him.

          Once they returned to his basement, he told her that he could "change her life for the better". It seemed like an empty promise to her, but he was determined to not make it so. He grabbed the experimental perfume and asked her to stay still as he sprayed her twice. After a few minutes, nothing had happened. The wizard was disappointed and greatly dismayed.

          "I thought it would change your appearance immediately." He bemoaned. "I-I'm sorry I wasted your time."

          But just as she was about to walk away, she got the shivers. She couldn't control her body as she shook all over. What's happening to me? She thought. What did he do to me?

          Then, as if to answer her, her pale skin began to tan, starting with her hands before spreading to her arms. Her dull, mousy brown hair began curling by itself before turning blonde. A look of horror appeared on her face as she looked at her changed arms and hair, but then, her legs, which were like tree stumps, began stretching as if rubbery to become very long. They then thinned, becoming those of a supermodel. Her square-like figure caved in on itself while her hips creaked outward to hourglass shape. Her unnoticeable breasts then suddenly ballooned to ample size.

          "What did you... do to me?" She put her hands to her mouth as her voice changed midway through her question and the last of the changes began. Her double chin melted away into oblivion and her rounded face reshaped, giving her head the shape of an upside-down teardrop. The transformation finally over, she looked at her new, bigger mounds and then, the rest of her new body. At a loss for words, she grabbed her breasts, which now made her top look comically small on her frame. Her pants fared no better, now going down to her knees and appearing like they could rip at the slightest bend. Fortunately, the wizard was prepared for such an occasion.

          A change of clothes later...

          The wizard looked up and down at his "handiwork" as his "test subject" admired herself in his full-length mirror. Even she had liked what he had done. But the wizard had hoped that the perfume had done other thing to her. He wouldn't have to wait too long for his answer.

          "Hey. You're not seeing anyone, are you?" She asked the wizard, breaking him out of his daze.

          She just asked if he was single. He was trying to hold back his enthusiasm as he shook his head. Could she be asking him to date him?

          "Are you doing anything tonight?" Again, he shook his head.

          "Would you like me to take you out somewhere?" He finally asked. "I have the money for it."

          It was true. He did have more money than he knew what to do with. Alas, all the money in the world was nothing if he had no girl to share it with. Most of it was safely in the bank, naturally. Now, it would be going to good use.

          "I'd like that." She answered. Her voice was soft piano music to his ears. He was over the moon with joy. His perfume had worked. He finally had a girl and, before long, she'd be dating him. He couldn't wait to show her off, body and all. He was certain to make other men green with envy as strutted her stilettos along the sidewalks. The magic of his perfume would make it so she would be loyal to him and him alone. Men and women alike were sure to question how a homely sort like him could "bag" a hot body like her, his "trophy".

Slutsonite Strikes Again

         Was she aware of her nudity? Yes.
         Was she enjoying herself nonetheless? Yes.
         Was she under the influence of Slutsonite? Absolutely!

         A construction worker got a shard stuck in his work boots and didn't realize it until he got home. When he picked it out of his shoe, his fate was sealed. The shard emitted an eerie green glow in his fingers, prompting him to drop it on the floor. The man watched frozen in place as his hand -- and then, his whole arm -- began glowing the same color as the shard. The glow then spread to his other arm. Needless to say, he was horrified.

         As his thick arm continued to glow, it shrank before his eyes. With each second, it became thinner and leaner. The glow finally faded away from his arm, but the transformation didn't stop there. His whole body began to shrink. He was a lanky sort, but he was getting closer and closer to the ground literally by the second, his center of gravity shifting in the process. While he continued to shrink, his pants became looser and looser. His shirt followed suit but, at the same time, something began to protrude from it. It kept getting bigger... and bigger... and bigger. It would turn out to be a pair of large breasts.

         He groaned as fat from his stomach relocated to his rump, inflating to large proportions. The hair on his head rushed down to his shrinking waist, which was giving him an hourglass figure. His face began painfully moving around by itself, as if being treated like clay, while something else below began shrinking away. That would be his manhood. The transformation finally over, the shapely woman who, a couple of minutes ago, was a well-built construction worker just stood in place, frozen in place as her pants, now much too big for her, fell to the floor unchallenged. Only the shirt remained and hid the large mounds on her chest.

         When she finally snapped out of her haze, she looked down, only to find her view blocked by her new breasts. Her smaller hands went to her new "machinery", and the moment her finger went inside, she received a shock, a shock that traveled all the way to her brain. That shock was all it took to unleash a second personality, one much more promiscuous and amoral. This personality wanted sex and power over men. That personality would take control immediately. So she dove into her former male self's list of cell phone numbers and started looking for a good man to "keep her company". A few little lies later, she would be butt-deep in another man's sex, another victim of Slutsonite.