A Hot Monster

            When he ingested too much 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 while thinking of his dream girlfriend, a young man inadvertently unleashed a monster: A very HOT monster. His stomach became tangled in knots. He fell to the floor in agonizing pain. Two mounds slowly swelled on his chest, forming from the fat around his stomach and waist and not stopping until they were very large. His hair slowly cascaded past his shoulders while curling over and over. He groaned as his hip bones shifted outward, giving him hourglass proportions. What was left of his fat moved to his derriere, giving it a noticeably large size. The moans that came from him became more and more feminine by the second. While his face remolded uncontrollably, his manhood shrank into his insides, where they reformed into a woman's ovaries.

           "Aaaaaaaaahh!"

           Finally, it was over. A shapely babe stood in place of the boy who was there just mere minutes ago. She stood in jeans that were capable of ripping anywhere an any time. That, however, didn't matter to her. The boy she was earlier was now trapped within the confines of her mind, which, by now, was gaining more and more power and intelligence with each passing second. It wouldn't be long before she had his friends under her thumbs. Her hunger for money and power was insatiable, and she would let nobody get in her way, not even her "unwanted" male self.

His Slutty Little Secret

            As far as the employees knew, she was their boss's new private secretary. However, she was, in reality, his slutty little "secret". Nobody in that office knows that she and the boss are one and the same. That is because the boss has an extremely rare genetic condition, so rare, it's considered unbelievable to some of the under-educated. When his body overproduces testosterone at any time, it triggers an unearthly transformation. He painfully changes into her, a sex-driven, well-bosomed vixen.

            It starts with his fingers turning feminine and his nails growing out into unmanicured talons. Then, he starts to grow breasts, and they don't stop until they're DD-cup size. His hair grows supernaturally fast, cascading and curling to his massive mounds. Then, his waist caves in while his hips slowly flare out, making an audible creaking sound, like a squeaking door. His legs make the same, slow creaking sound as they lengthened to long and sexy proportions. He tries not to make any noise as his changes near the end. His manhood was what kept him from being fully female. That was immediately rectified when it shrank within his insides, reforming into a woman's ovaries. The process was too much and the transforming victim emits a long, agonizing groan, becoming feminine with every second.

           When it finally ends, a shapely stunner is kneeling in a man's dress clothes, too small and ill-fitting for her statuesque figure. The mental changes have begun by now, making the woman's eyes roll backwards as her more flirtatious personality takes control. She finds her pantsuit ready to rip on the sides of her hips at one wrong move. The same goes with her large bosom as the buttons on her shirt are slowly but surely losing the war. Looking outside the office, she finds nobody remains the wiser as business continues. She has apparently lucked out again, but she'll have a difficult time keeping her ill-fitting clothes from tearing in certain places.

The Fur Jacket

            This is, or rather, WAS my best friend. She and I were very close, almost inseparable. I felt that nothing could destroy what we shared...or so i thought. We were asked to help clean out a neighbor's attic. It hadn't been cleaned in what felt like ages, in their words. What could go wrong? I thought.

            So, up the steps we went into that spooky attic. There was dust all over the place. Cobwebs far as my eyes could see. As we cleaned, my friend spotted something one wouldn't likely find in an attic: A woman's fur jacket. It could have been there for years. I didn't think it would fit either of us, but my friend thought it looked cool. She asked my neighbor if she could keep it. To my surprise, they allowed it.

            The first time I saw her in that fur jacket, we were in class. A very portly girl was sitting in front of her and blocking her view of the chalkboard. Without any hesitation, she spat out, "Hey, 'Wide-Ride'. You're in my way!" The whole room went silent immediately. It was that shocking, especially to me. She had never spoken before with such venom and nastiness in her voice. The girl, who was naturally cheesed, stood up and turned around to face my friend. "Wide-Ride" towered over her, but she was strangely not intimidated.

            "Oh, did I hurt your feelings?" She asked the girl she insulted. "Well, lah-de-freaking-dah! Get over it! And while I'm at it, what did your parents put in your milk? Steroids? Ha!"

            I couldn't believe that this was the same person I called a long-time friend. She was never this nasty, this rude, this...bitchy. It was fortunate that the teacher entered the classroom before anything happened. I don't even want to picture what could have been. I caught up with her again as we got on the bus home. To my horror, she acted as if it was no big deal.

           "Who hasn't wanted to tell that girl off? Be real." She told me.

           "What if she can't help it?" I responded. "Maybe it runs in the family."

           "So...you're telling me she comes from a family of circus freaks?" She laughed heartily.

           This was scaring me. I couldn't believe that in a matter of days, my gal pal had been replaced by someone so dark in spirit. Then, my thoughts returned to that fur jacket. Could it have been that making her act this way?

           "So...you like the jacket?" I asked.

           "Do I?" She answered. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I thought it was hideous and tacky at first, but it was like something possessed me to try it on. Then, I started feeling the fur, and it felt soooo good to my fingers."

           As she went on about the jacket, it began to dawn on me. Could that jacket have been put in the attic for a reason? Did it even belong to the neighbor that she got it from? Could it even contain some supernatural thing that was warping her head? The next day, I went back to the neighbor where we found it to get answers. When I asked, the neighbor apparently knew little about it themselves. They had seen it in the attic themselves when they first moved in and was only told that the family who had lived here previously had a daughter who was killed in a car accident. This could not be coincidence. That daughter, for all I know, just may be haunting that fur jacket. Now, she may be possessing my friend.

Dream A Little ShapeShifter

          One must be careful with ShapeShifter, especially at nighttime. If they take some and were to accidentally fall asleep, they just might trigger it via REM sleep. One particular SS user had to learn this lesson the hard way.

          He hadn't planned to pass out after taking the powerful drug, but when you're bored and channel surfing, it can happen. As he slept, he had a bizarre dream where he was sharing a bed with a buxom blonde he just had sex with. He glared at her large breasts as she lay asleep post-coitus. He would give anything to have them in his hands. His erection implied that he was ready for a "Round Two". His dream would come back to bite him in the real world as it would trigger the drug within his system.

          The slumbering young man lie still as his short head of hair made like a waterfall down to his waist. Next, his potbelly, there from too much sugary sweets, starting melting. Second by second, his stomach became leaner and leaner until it had an hourglass shape. Then, his hips cracked outward. Two mounds of flesh slowly formed before swelling to large sizes on his chest. Lastly, his "lower jewelry" slowly receded into his insides, reforming into ovaries. A well-endowed young lady now slept where a young man was just a couple of minutes ago.

          When she finally awakened, the first thing the busty babe did was look down at her body. Fortunately, between her lack of energy and the mental changes, she was in no condition to freak out. Upon subconsciously touching her new womanhood, the euphoria was enough to wake her fully. The feeling was that good, but she wanted more. Her tiny fingers simply wouldn't do. She wanted "man-meat" instead, and she knew immediately what she had to do to get it. Looking through the young man's sister's closet, she found the skimpiest bikini she saw. In a fit of pride, she took photos of herself in that bikini.

          So, as you can see, there is a consequence to taking ShapeShifter and then, falling asleep. If you have a bizarre enough dream, or even a nightmare, you might trigger it. Before you know it, you might find yourself reverting back to your own self in ill-fitting woman's clothes, with no memory of your actions or any idea how you got there. At least, that's what happened to this young lad. He likely won't live this down.

Cougar Me

           It was happening again; It was another breakout. More young men were falling victim to the "Cougar" variant of the Novel Slut Virus. These victims change gender and then, age slightly while maintaining a shapely, well-endowed figure. The mental changes would come after the physical ones were complete, with the victims now believing they were shapely, sex-starved, middle-aged women. The women who got it were fortunate not to change but would also become carriers of the strand, instead. An entire college campus had to be quarantined to keep the virus at bay.

           One student, who had been very careful not to contract the virus, was unfortunate to witness someone else who lives in his dorm morph into a "cougar". While leaving the restroom, he saw another young man facing a wall, as if in a pushing position. To the other lad's horror, his transformation was just starting. Bones audibly cracked as they elongated before thickening in the thigh areas. His head of hair slowly grew long, wild, and unkempt, stopping just above his waist. The transforming young man was unable to speak as he was in too much pain to do so. All he could do was grunt and groan in pain.

          As the witness looked on, the victim's wide waist seemingly caved in on itself while his hips cracked outward to give him hourglass proportions. His hands moved from the wall to his groin area as loud slurping could be heard from there. The witness knew the victim's "jewelry" was receding inside him, officially making him a HER. All that's missing are the big breasts, the witness thought. As if on cue, two mounds started swelling on her chest, not stopping until they had to be DD-cup size. Finally, the transformee let out a loud, sensuous moan.

           This is that transformee now, well-endowed, seemingly flawless, and in constant need to show off her legs. The student who saw the whole transformation was fortunate enough to avoid contact with the virus, but it was more difficult to fight off temptation. Those who did get the "Cougar" variant ended up very attractive and very mesmerizing to the eye. The campus remains cut off from visitors until further notice, leaving some students stranded in quarantine. Once the virus is fully contained, those who haven't tested positive will be able to leave. There shouldn't be any problems... unless they strangely smell like sex.

The Golden Suitcase

          She was warned by her mother not to go near the golden suitcase. Her mother always spoke of "something of pure evil" and "an evil monster" that she kept trapped in the suitcase. When she was little, she believed it, but as a teenage girl looking back, she feels dumb for it. Mom couldn't possibly trap a monster in that thing, she thought. Determined to get into it, she waited until she was alone at home before she could force it open. When that happened, she made a beeline for the suitcase.

          The moment she unlocked the suitcase, she would finally learn what her mom had been hiding all these years. To her disappointment, all she saw was a pair of high heels. They appeared to be big enough to fit her feet.

         These are things of pure evil? She thought. They might be pure evil if they don't fit or something. What's so dangerous about a pair of pumps?

         Without a second thought, she tried them on. After a few minutes, nothing happened. Now, she was certain that her mother was making things up. Then, she started to walk around in the pumps.

         "I can't believe mom was so worried about these things. They're not so--Oof!"

         She was about to learn that she should have listened to her mother. She began to shiver uncontrollably. Something was definitely wrong. Could it have been connected to these heels? Was there something to everything her mom told her after all? Were these high heels cursed, bespelled, or something else? So many questions she suddenly had but was not able to answer.

         "Something's d-d-definitely w-wrong." She said to herself.

         Just as she spoke those words, her legs suddenly elongated, becoming abnormally long as her thighs thickened. It was sudden, but it was only the beginning of her transformation. Next was her hair, which she had in a bob. It quickly grew wild and unkempt while going from black to blonde in just seconds. Then, her small breasts ballooned, second by second, into the size of ripe melons.

         "W-what are these heels d-doing to--" She was unable to finish her question as her facial features began changing. Her skin became putty as her midsection gradually caved in on itself, leaving a pack of abs. What fat remained on her moved to her derriere. She neglected to realize that her voice had just started to change before being interrupted, sounding older and huskier. At last, just as sudden as it had started, the metamorphosis ended, and there was an older, bustier, curvier, blonde vixen standing where a teenager was moments ago.

         She moaned as euphoria quickly replaced the pain. Her hands subconsciously rush to her womanhood, seemingly the source of the euphoria. It was almost like she was having an orgasm.

         "Oh--Oh--Ohhh--Ohhhh, YEEEESSSS!"

         It was a wonderful experience, but she was not satisfied. She wanted to feel that way again...with a man inside her. The young girl had no idea what she had become. She didn't know that her mom was right about a monster in that golden suitcase, just not the one she had in mind. The monster was unleashed by whoever wore those purple pumps. Now, she was the monster, a busty, seductive, homewrecking monster.

Some time later...

An Easy Way To Hitchhike

            Nobody knows of a young man's unfortunate curse, save for his close friend and confidant who witnessed him for the first time. The latter watched as quietly as possible from a well-placed window as his friend warped against his will into a well-sculpted vixen, a vixen with an insatiable sex drive. Blonde, curly locks erupted like molten lava from Mount Vesuvius, slowly reaching his waist. Fat from his midsection relocated in globs to his chest and rear end. With every second, two mounds became bigger and bigger. His rump then went through the same thing. What really got to the friend was hearing his voice change.

            As he fell to his knees, his groans became higher, one octave at a time. His "jewelry" shrank away as his voice became undoubtedly feminine. All the remained of his friend was his masculine face, until it began moving around as if made of rubber. The transformation had ended, and a hottie was kneeling in the place of a young man, wearing his clothes that were now very ill-fitting, especially given her spacious "features". Just as the unfortunate voyeur was about to go to her, another strange event took place. She appeared to be having spasms of sorts as, unbeknownst to the friend, a second personality was taking control. Bones snapped loudly, making the scene look like something out of "The Exorcist". Then, just as soon as the spasms started, they stopped, and the victim remained still.

            A few knocks from the door seemed not to faze her. An even closer look revealed breasts of...generous size stretching her t-shirt to the point of tearing it in half. The jeans were faring no better, seemingly ready to rip at any moment. The friend was having difficulty looking anywhere but her massive mounds. A few snaps of his fingers had finally brought her around. She looked at him the same way a deer in a car's headlights looks at the the driver that nearly ran it over. She stood up, towering over the lad and, before he could react, grabbed him and engaged in lip-to-lip love-making.

            He was naturally taken aback but couldn't break away. It was like she had superhuman strength. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get free from her grasp. Eventually, lust took over and he gave up. She was really hot. Finally, she released him and let him go. He was in a haze from that kiss but coherent enough to ask the question, "Who are you?"

            "I...I don't know." Her voice was as breathless as she was shapely. "I don't know what I am."

            Since then, she has shown her true colors to him and many others. She has used allure and her body to brainwash countless men into sex. Fortunately, she has always changed back to being male. Unfortunately, that young man doesn't know where or when he'll change again or how it happens. It has gotten so bad, he had to leave the big city for the countryside. However, it hasn't seemed to stop her from finding a way back into town. Over and over again, she has used her body and sex to hitchhike. A body like hers is close to impossible to ignore on the road, after all.

 

A Former Farmhand

            This is a photo of a farmhand who worked in a field that contained buried shards of Slutsonite. This poor lad didn't realize what was happening until his transformations already started. It was late at night when it happened. He was asleep when he got an awful jolt. His stomach was in knots. Very loud groans came from there as he stumbled to the bathroom.

               He was unable to make words as the pain was too unbearable. His hair grew supernaturally fast, almost reaching his shoulders. Two mounds slowly swelled on his chest to ample size. All throughout this, his body shrank in height and his waist melted in half. The sound and feeling of something squirming below led his hands subconsciously to his nether region, where his manhood was shrinking away into nothingness. When the pain finally subsided, a young, ample-breasted girl was in the farmhand's pajamas.

              In minutes, another young man has been changed by the mystical and mysterious power of Slutsonite. Another few minutes had passed before the other changes took hold: The mental changes. Once those ended, he wouldn't even remember being a man. Relatives had tried with difficulty to cope with the situation. Alas, instead of thinking about work, all he--rather, she--thinks about are her body and sucking off any handsome, hung man within reach. To this day, they prey for a cure or antidote.