"Milton? Sorry, sweetie. Nobody here by that name." Went the woman in the middle.
That was a lie. There was a "Milton" there, but she didn't go by that name anymore. She went by Millicent, or Millie now, and she had no intention of returning to her old life as an unattractive geek. Fortunately, the two women she now shared a home with, both members of a secret organization known as the "Society of Evie", saw to that. Earlier, they had caught Milton, as a male, spying on them from a nearby tree. He was easily caught after he fell, hurting his leg in the process. The two targets of his spying walked towards the injured boy, angry at being a target of voyeurism.
"What is your name, child?" Asked one woman sternly.
"M-M-Milton, ma'am." He answered, trembling in fear.
"Are you injured?" Asked the other woman.
"Yes. My leg's all messed up." His hands were at his right kneecap.
The shapely stunners turned to each other and talked quietly.
"Should we? He was spying on us."
"He's also injured. He can't possibly run away now. Believe me, he... is... ours."
Once he was brought inside, they gave him an ultimatum: Join them or be forced into a life of servitude, forced to cater to their every single whim. With no other choice, he settled on joining the two older women. However, he had to go through a process.
One woman, a brunette, gave Milton a special serum meant only to be ingested by men. Once taken, the male will undergo a painful transformation into a statuesque woman, with breasts big as grapefruit, prominent hips, and a full-fledged booty. Milton ingested the serum and his male, rotund body began its metamorphosis. The other woman, a dirty blonde, happily recorded the whole thing.
As Milton groaned in great agony, the brunette said, "Don't worry, dear. The pain will be well worth it."
Milton fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. The pain from his injured leg became amplified as it lengthened, followed by the other. Some fat moved from his stomach to his thighs, making them thicker. His dark hair slowly began growing down his back, and he could feel it reach his shoulders. As his wide stomach slowly melted, more fat moved to his chest, creating a pair of bumps. On all fours like a dog, he cried out as he felt his spine elongating, making very audible popping sounds throughout. The dirty blonde kept recording as she put one hand to her mouth, as if to keep from gagging. She looked on, partially in horror, as the boy's back lengthened, stretching him like elastic.
"The paiiiiiiinnn!" Milton's voice fluctuated between that of a teenage boy and a young woman. "Helllllp meeeeeeeee!" The brunette, however, just stood firm, arms crossed and with a stern look.
As his hair became more voluminous, the bumps on Milton's chest started to swell in size. One minute, they were A-cup size. After another few minutes, they were B-cup size, and then C, before reaching D-cup size and giving him cleavage to make a lot of girls he knew jealous. They didn't stop growing until they were in between the size of a baseball and that of a volleyball. Meanwhile, the brunette walked to a nearby dresser and took out measuring tape meant for breasts from the second-top drawer. She walked back to the transforming youth, lifted him back up to his knees, and measured his new mounds. The pain that wracked his body briefly subsided long enough for her to do so.
"You're coming along nicely." She said to Milton. "They're even bigger than mine. I envy you already."
The sadistic woman stepped back, smiling darkly. As if on cue, the pain came back and Milton returned to all fours. His waist resumed caving in on itself while his hip bones began shifting. While his stomach finally became fit, sculpted, and toned to presumed perfection, they creaked outward to childbearing proportions. By now, Milton's hair had become long, luscious, and curly, going all the way down to his new, attractive waist. He then felt his rump inflating, going from flat to bodacious. Next, his baritone voice shot up several octaves as what made him male receded inside him, officially making him a her. The changes reached their final stages as her face began to move on its own, reshaping itself as if made of putty. Cheekbones became fuller, her jawbone became less pronounced, eyelashes became longer, her nose shrank, and her lips became swelled, as if she was having an allergic reaction. At last, it was over, and she collapsed.
A very Junoesque woman that was once Milton lay on the carpet almost in a fetal position, exhausted from a lengthy metamorphosis. The two women who brought her to life stood on either side of her, proud of their handiwork. The brunette turned her onto her back and knelt down for a closer look. With a devilish smile, she said in a hushed voice, "Welcome to the sisterhood, Millicent."
So, returning to the present, Milton's friend walked away in defeat, unaware that the irresistible woman who spoke to him was once his fellow geek. Nobody but the two other full-figured women that she was living with knew the truth, because they were the cause of his "disappearance". Like his friend, Milton's family never gave up looking for him, but it was a hopelessly futile search. Milton was gone and Millicent wasn't going anywhere.
"Did you see his face?" Went the dirty blonde, laughing heartily.
"He looked so intimidated by us." Said the brunette.
"I think he was trying his boner." Said Millicent, also laughing. "It's almost sad."
