Fur Better Or Worse

            I couldn't believe it. Yet, there it was, the fur jacket that once belonged to my horrible stepmother. I never saw her without it, and I remember her always rubbing her manicured hands on the fur. She treated that fur jacket better than she treated me. When my dad first met her, she was wearing that jacket. He fell hard and fast for her. Every date they went on, she wore that fur jacket. She once said that the fur was fake, but I didn't believe a thing out of her lying mouth. Then, they got married, and my life went in the toilet.

            With every chance she got, she ordered me around. I was treated more like a servant than a child. It left me disheartened that my dad was too blinded by love to see this homewrecking harpy for what she was, pure evil with an hourglass body and thick thighs. I tried to hide my enthusiasm when my dad and I learned that she was killed in a traffic accident. She couldn't be buried with the jacket, so we were stuck with it.

            I had my own plans for the jacket, but I made the mistake of telling a friend and confidant about it first. She never knew what it was like to wear a fur jacket. If only I realized sooner that she was more impressionable than I thought.

            "What's so bad about it?" She asked me. "Seems harmless. You'd think that this was the source of your stepmom's power over you."

            I honestly thought that the fur jacket was the source of her power, given that she wore it everywhere she went. She seemed inseparable from it. She even wore it when out grocery shopping. Meanwhile, I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice my friend trying on the fur.

            My friend called out for me and blurted out, "Before you do anything, I'm going to wear this around for a while, just to know what it's like."

            What upset me was not that she said it, but that she said it with authority, that she was telling me, not asking me. I wanted to tell her off but before I could, she took off with the jacket. I hadn't seen her since. All this time, I thought she would eventually return it or, at the very least, call me so I can take it back. Instead, I saw an absolute doppelgänger of my dead ex-stepmother before me, clad in only the jacket, lingerie, and stilettos.

             "Surprised?" She asked me. Her voice sounded so weird. It was a distorted mixture of hers and my friend's. "I suppose you thought that I was some ordinary fur jacket, didn't you? Well, your friend was easily surprised when she discovered my power for herself. If only you were here to see how easily she was swayed. As soon as she rubbed her plump fingers on me, she saw what I was capable of as those fingers became thinner and manicured. The rest of her physical transformation would quickly follow. Then, once she got a good look at her--OUR new body, she realized what your departed stepmother had learned long ago, that I could not only change her body but give her power over others. Now, I doubt she will remove me voluntarily, even for you. She and I are one, dare I say it, fur better or worse."

            I stood there, dumbfounded, as the fur jacket with seemingly a life of its own and the person that wore it laughed at my expense. It never occurred to me that this thing of fashion had sentience, let alone the power to change a person's body. Nobody but my friend and I knew what this thing was capable of, and nobody would believe it. I was at a loss for words as this abomination took control of someone I trusted and got away with it, like she--it said, fur better or worse.

Caught In The Storm

            What kind of storm did we have last night? I don't think I've ever seen red lightning before. Like an idiot, I didn't think there would be rain when I saw dark clouds in the sky, so I didn't bring an umbrella with me to work. The thunderstorm had started not long before I punched out. I had to run for my car to keep from getting completely soaked. As if getting caught in the storm wasn't enough, what I saw on the way home was beyond belief.

            The pouring rain looked red in color. Red rain drops? That sort of thing could only happen in science fiction, and yet, here it was. Red rain drops, red lightning bolts, everything was red. Even the stains on my dress shirt were red. I was never happier when I finally got home. Of course, I got soaked again running to the front door. After taking off all my wet clothes, I went on with my day, thinking nothing would come from getting drenched in red rain. If only I knew then what I know now.

            Last night would be the last night I spent as a man. I was jolted awake by agonizing pain all over my body. It was like I was being punctured by several little needles. I could feel my skin bubbling all over. I flipped over in my bed as I actually felt my spine compressing, making me feel shorter. From my peripherals, I noticed my hands shrinking, while my trimmed fingernails actually grew longer in just seconds, looking like a bird's claws. I screamed out as bones moved around in my back, which then caved inward. The fat around my waist suddenly melted away. Then, I felt my hip bones move crack outward. Flipping back around, I noticed some hair in my face. Apparently, my hair was also growing abnormally fast, though not as fast as the pair of mounds growing on my chest. There was some more unbearable pain from below as I actually felt my "machinery" shrinking and receding inside of me. I could actually feel it turning into a woman's "machinery". Officially, I was no longer male.

            At last, after what felt like forever, it was all over. I could breathe again, but I didn't hear my own voice anymore. A woman's voice came out of me. I held my hand to my throat. There was no lump there. My legs felt numb as I hobbled very slowly to my bathroom. As I finally reached the mirror, I saw a young and very busty girl looking back at me. I was too weak to scream. All I could do was stare at my reflection and feel myself all over. That was when everything went dark.

            This is who I am now; Although, I still see bits and pieces of my previous life in my dreams, sometimes. As a man, I was a pencil-pusher in a cubicle. Now, I get money as a social media favorite and influence. Not only that, I get to parade around in a bikini all I want. Nobody seems to notice or care about his "absence". Nevertheless, one thing still bothers me: What kind of storm did we have last night?

A Failed Thief

            There are professional thieves, and then there are those who clearly don't know what they are doing. One in particular was, by all accounts, the former. He was after this famous stone known as the "Pink Tourmaline Heart". To sell this stone on the black market would net some lucky criminal millions of dollars.

            However, it is also believed to be cursed with the power to change whoever it pleases into a woman of bounteous proportions and unrestrained sexual appetite. The thief clearly didn't believe such a story. Getting to the stone was a challenge in itself, but the pro brought enough lenses to protect himself from the security lasers. Avoiding them, he managed to snag the stone and make it look like nothing was touched. As he made his getaway, however, he didn't count on one thing: The curse was VERY real. He held it so close to him that he unknowingly triggered its power. By hiding it with his jacket, he didn't see it glowing and by holding it so close to his body, he didn't realize that it was quietly altering his genetic code, sealing his fate.

            His 23rd chromosome was being altered by the power of the "Pink Tourmaline Heart". It was changing from XY to XX, the female chromosome. But it wasn't finished with him. It made other biological and genetic changes inside his system that would make him female. If he weren't preoccupied with escaping and avoiding capture by police, he would have learned the truth about the gemstone's power. Instead, he would learn the hard way, when the changes would take full effect.

            When the thief was sure he wasn't followed, he retreated to his nearby hideaway and dropped the gemstone from inside his jacket on his couch. He unzipped and removed his jacket, took off his shoes and gloves, and sat down, exhausted. He thinks he's victorious, but he's greatly mistaken. After he inadvertently falls asleep, the effects of the stone began to make themselves known. By the time the effects are over, even he won't know what hit him.

            First, his recent haircut was quickly undone by the sudden, supernatural growth of brunette strands on his head. Next, two mounds form small mountains on his chest. While they slowly grow in size, his "prized possession" below starts to shrink. His hip bones creak as they move in opposite directions. Belly fat shifts around, moving to his derriere. Breasts were still growing to large size as his facial features began shifting: Fuller cheeks, puffier lips, smaller nose, more eyelashes, and a shrinking jawline. He continues to slumber as his breasts finally stop growing, reaching the size of volleyballs. The "Pink Tourmaline Heart" had done its deed, the thief who had taken it from its home now paying for it, in more ways than one.

            This is a reasonable facsimile of the thief now. Nothing about him remained. In fact, HE no longer existed, only SHE. SHE doesn't remember anything about her life as a man nor what he did with the gemstone that basically created her. To this day, the whereabouts of the "Pink Tourmaline Heart" are unknown. As far as the local police know, the thief disappeared without a trace along with it. They have no idea that the man who stole it was now walking among them as a buxom brunette, driven by lust and, at times, greed.

Get Accustomed

(Scene: An unsuspecting young man talks to three well-endowed women who were once his friends, changed by Slutsonite buried underground on the property he visits)

Him: "What's happened to you guys?"

M: "First off, do we look like guys?!"

L: "He's pretty dense, isn't he?"

R: "Yeah." *Giggles*

M: "Second, you could say we became beautiful, busty, blonde butterflies."

Him: "I don't understand."

M: "You will."

(As she speaks, the youngster's body is changing to become like theirs, due to the buried Slutsonite he unknowingly stands on. The transformation starts with breasts slowly forming on his chest.)

M:"We're like a harem here. The dreamboat who lives here watches over us and treats us like royalty."

L: "Who knew such hotties like us were living inside such icky boys?"

R: "I never realized how ugly I was as a man."

(As the man speaks, he is unaware of his growing breasts, making 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝 sounds throughout)

Him: "This is all wrong. The homeowner must have done something to you guys."

(The buttons on his shirt pop off, revealing his new, humongous breasts)

Him: Huh?!

M: "Ooohh. Look at those."

L: "They're enormous!"

(As the man feels his new mounds, he now notices his hands are smaller and have long fingernails. His stomach is now gurgling as his waist caves in)

Him: "What's happening to me?"

R: "Looks like you're becoming a girl."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝* *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝* *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

(His hands go to his nether region and confirm her words)

Him/Her: "Nononononono..."

M: "Don't feel too bad. At least your breasts are as big as mine. We're sure to make other girls jealous."

R: "I know I am. Lucky."

(He starts to feel pain as his facial features shift, becoming feminine. His short black hair slowly grows long and unkempt before turning platinum-blonde)

Him/Her: (Voice changes as he/she starts to speak) "H-huh-help me!"

M: "Just relax. We'll help you, get accustomed to life as a girl, that is."

(M laughs malevolently as L & R join in)

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.

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.

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."

Cougar Isle

          "Welcome to Cougar Isle. I guarantee you'll find yourself much happier here."

          Those words still ring inside my head, and yet, I can't help but wonder if I made a mistake by leaving my old life behind.

          I was an unpopular teenage girl who was shunned by my more attractive peers, who saw me as either a waste of space or an alien from another planet. I felt like I was a circus freak. Then, one day, I found some strange postcard in my mailbox. It came from a place with a strange name: Cougar Isle. It said: "As you finish reading this, you'll find yourself with a smile, for before you know it, you'll be whisked away to a place called Cougar Isle." As if true to its word, just as I finish reading it, there's a flash before my eyes, blinding me.

         When I could see again, I was in a place that seemed like something out of a TV anthology show. A sign nearby said, "Cougar Isle: Where the huntresses live". I was beyond dumbfounded. Suddenly, a woman I believe to be of middle-age spoke from behind me.

        "Welcome to Cougar Isle. I guarantee you'll find yourself much happier here."

        "What's going on?" I asked, naturally. Needless to say, I was in a panic, having no idea what just happened to me.

        "You silly. You're in paradise." She seemed airheaded. "And it won't be long before you're just like me."

        If only I knew how right she was. As I traveled around the island, which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, I noticed my body slowly changing, first in age, then in...other ways. I could tell I was getting older as my height kept growing a few inches every ten minutes. In what I felt was only an hour, I had gone from four-and-a-half-feet stump to six-feet-tall drink of water. All my school years, I felt so tiny, compared to some of my peers, but not anymore. I finally found a mirror to look in and my jaw dropped at what I saw. I was tall and... finally attractive. However, it didn't stop there.

        I felt a stirring in my breast area. Then I heard what sounded like slurping.
        *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

        Before my eyes, my breasts were growing. Bigger, rounder, fleshier with every second. I subconsciously cupped them and felt them growing in my hands. I think they stopped when they reached DD-cup size. Next, my dark, mousy hair went platinum-blonde, strand by strand. It was followed by it growing past my new, massive breasts. My stomach then went in knots as I felt it cave in on itself. My hips then flared out to childbearing proportions. Remaining fat from my stomach moved to my thighs, giving them a sexy look. The final changes came when my face began moving as if it was clay. It was stretched out one second and pushed in the next. When it stopped, I got a good look at myself and I'll admit, I like what I saw. I didn't think I could be so sexy. I had the body to mesmerize any man, young or old. I felt so much euphoria just from seeing my reflection. It was all so invigorating, as if another part of me was being born and was now taking control. Before I knew it, I found myself wanting company, young, fit, and handsome company.

        Since then, I have been surrounded by a lot of handsome young men, who seemingly have no qualms about having sex with an older woman. Secretly, I have sucked off a few guys and then asked them to keep mum. Old habits die hard, I suppose. Yet, that question still nags at me: Don't you miss your family and old life?

 

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.