HotBod II

            Remember "HotBod", the app that transforms people into whatever person they design on there? To be honest, it never really went away. It just stopped making headlines. It's still changing bodies, and in some cases, ruining relationships. One such case happened just recently with a couple of college undergraduates.

            The female of the relationship was introduced to the app via social media. She witnessed for herself how it transformed the person in the video from "pale and stick-thin" to "tanned and big-breasted". She shared it with her boyfriend, who scoffed at the thought of it all. He thought it was all the work of artificial intelligence. Absolutely none of it could be real, he told her. Naturally, hearing this upset her, so she hastily tried to prove herself and give him a shock in the process.

            First, she selected the "Hair" section. There were plenty of color choices: Red, Brunette, Raven-Black, Dirty Blonde, Platinum Blonde, Bleached Blonde, Bubblegum Pink, and even an "Emerald-Green". On a whim, she chose "Dirty Blonde". For the subsection of length, there was "Pixie", "Bob", "Rapunzel", and "As is". Curiosity led her to chose "Rapunzel". Next, for the "Shape" section, there was "Apple", "Pear", "Banana", and, of course, "Hourglass". Without hesitation, she chose "Hourglass". Third was the "Breasts" section, with a subsection for real or fake ones. She could choose from the letters "A" through "F". Also, if she wanted them implanted, she could hit that option. However, she preferred to keep them real and natural. As for the size, she chose "DD". Then came the "Rear" section. This, though, was much more simple. It had only three choices: "Flat", "Ample", and "Enormous", which she chose without a second thought. She hastily went through the "Eyes", "Lips", and "Nose" sections. All that was left was to hit the "Apply" button and shut up her boyfriend.

            Seconds went by, then minutes. Nothing happened. The boyfriend was about to have the last laugh when suddenly...

            "Whoa." She started shivering violently. "S-s-s-something's h-happening."

            Much to her joy, it seemed that her body was about to change right in front of her disbelieving boyfriend. His eyes went wide open when he noticed her short hair suddenly growing longer and longer. In under a minute, her hair became voluminous, going down to her waist. The second thing he noticed was her chest slowly blowing up. She looked down and as she did, a button popped off her blouse, then another, and a third. They didn't stop there; They kept on growing until they looked as big as melons, snapping her bra in half.

            "Look at these things!" She said, incredulously. "They're...big." She giggled uncontrollably.

            Her joy was interrupted by a sudden pain in her sides. She felt like she was being squeezed akin to a sponge. It was her waist caving in on itself. Several loud crunches were heard as she appeared to gag.

*Crunch*        *Crunch*        *Crunch*        *Crunch*

            When the crunches stopped, she looked less like a lava lamp and had an actual hourglass for a body. Her stomach gurgled loudly as it tightened, creating a sculpted core. She got a tingle as she felt her new curves. The relief was short, though, as her hip bones began to shift. She grabbed her mate as her hips creaked outward, crying out in pain. As this happened, her derriere began swelling in size, becoming quite big in area. Her thighs also started to swell, becoming thick but retaining a cushion. If one were to softly slap them, they would appear to jiggle. Her face would be the last to change. Her jawline and cheekbones shifted, her nose shrank and became rounder, and her lips turned puffier. At last, the girl that stood there was no more. In her place, and ill-fitting or outright ripped clothing, stood a busty woman with features to make any man turn heads. The bewildered boyfriend got his jaw off the ground long enough to check if his girl was still there.

            "Hey, babe." He said. "Are you okay? Are you still there?"

            "I'm sorry." She responded. "Do I, like, know you?" Even her voice had changed. She sounded like some valley girl. Her mate was starting to panic.

            "Now, look. I saw the whole thing. I get it now. HotBod is for real. Now will you quit scaring me? This isn't funny."

            "I really don't know what you're babbling about. I think you're, like, gonzo or on something. Get away from me, you weirdo."

            The girl's plan had badly backfired. She successfully persuaded her boyfriend that HotBod was legitimate, but, in the process, she didn't account for the mental changes. As a result, the young man she once knew and dated was now a total stranger who, to her, was off his rocker. She left him and strutted on her way, to a future as a social media influencer and part-time teaser, flaunting her body for any man who has money to burn. Unfortunately, the girl also didn't know or even plan for when, if ever, she would change back, but as far as this growing influencer is concerned, she hopes that never happens, especially in front of her "audience".

In With the New (Bully)

            Would you believe that this is--rather, was--my school bully?

          She was a thorn in my side since the very first day of high school. On several occasions, she and her cronies have pelted me with eggs after the last bell rings. They've harassed me for my lunch money, sacked me to the gym floor, and even pantsed me in the hallway in front of all the other students. She has done all sorts of nasty and humiliating things to me. However, she also used to be a he. That's right; My school bully was a male, turned into a female.

            It was intended to be payback for everything he had done to me throughout the whole school year. Alas, as poet Robert Burns put it, "The best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley." Something was sure to go wrong, I just didn't know what in particular. My plot for revenge involved the use of "Hot-T", the infamous drug that could turn the beefiest of men into women. The thing is, what I got ahold of were pills that contained a concentrated version that could make men into women permanently. Someone I trusted managed to smuggle it in a plastic bag onto school grounds. I had to keep the drug hidden at all times from the faculty or be suspended, even expelled, from school. All I had to do was wait until the right moment to trick him into taking the pills. Luckily, I wouldn't have to wait too long.

            From a safe hiding spot, I watched as he jimmied my locker open and found the pills. Like the dumb brute he was, he thought they were candy. I held back my joy as he ripped open the bag and foolishly gobbled them down, sealing his fate. If you'll forgive my poor word choice, revenge was sweet, or so I thought. I was told that the pills would go into effect once they reached his stomach. Everything was going as planned, for now.

            Now, this guy was a heavyset character. "Tubby" would be putting it mildly. He looked like one of those ghosts always chasing Pac-Man in his arcade game. I didn't dare picture him in his underwear, at the risk of throwing up. When he grabbed his stomach, I grabbed mine on reflex. From behind a pack of lockers, I could hear him groan and say, "That...was...a bad idea."

            I took a quick peek to find him staring at the hair on the back of his hands.

            "Oh, God!" He cried out. Luckily, the halls were empty. "My hands!"

            Sure enough, the hair was receding within his skin. The hair on his arms followed suit. Afterwards, his fingernails began lengthening, becoming ungroomed talons. Then, he seemed to be squirming below. I could tell his private parts were rearranging. He moved his hands to his "balls and chain" as they became a woman's "mechanisms". I could hear what sounded like slurping from the other side of the hallway, where I was. Running to the nearest corner, he quickly unzipped his pants. The mortified look on his face told me all I needed to know. Hyperventilating, he silently cried, "What's happening to my body?"

            I didn't dare make a sound, lest he come at me like an angry bull.

           "Oh, God. Are these... boobs?!"

           Indeed, even from a distance, I could see some lumps underneath his shirt. They were growing bigger every second.

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

           "I got boobs!" His face had fear written all over. He, indeed, had boobs. If he had lifted his shirt, I would have guessed they were E-cup. They were so big, they managed to lift up his plaid shirt and were even making a tent. What I would give to see the deep cleavage he must have had. 

           "No-no-no-no-no-no... I'm really becoming a chick!" He covered his mouth, visibly taken aback at the sudden change in his voice. "Now, my voice is girly!"

           The biggest changes, pun completely unintended, had finally came in the form of his large body slowly but surely shrinking in size. With every passing second, his height decreased an inch while his body mass melted away into nothingness. However, some mass did go to his derriere, making it quite corpulent in appearance. His pants had lost the fight to stay in place and fell to the floor; whereas, his shirt appeared to be more like a circus tent. The sound of bones creaking told me that his hips were shifting outward, giving him--I suppose I should say her at this point--hips meant for childbearing. Her hands had moved to her face as the last piece of her transformation took place. A smaller nose, fuller cheeks, bigger eyelashes, and a receded jawbone had all but erased her masculine facial features. It had ended, and I was lucky enough to see it all.

           "Oh my God! This cannot be happening to me! What did that candy do to me?! I have a girl's body! Oh my God!  What do I tell my parents?! Nobody will believe this! My life is over!"

           Just as she uttered those words, she grabbed her head, visibly in pain. It seemed that the mental changes were now taking place. She knelt down to the ground as her forehead appeared to be pulsating.

          "Help...me!" She managed to squeak out, before letting out a blood-curdling scream. I was terribly shaken by the unexpected shriek. It was sure to attract the teachers and other students, so I had to act fast. Without a second thought, I rushed upstairs to the school library, making sure I wasn't seen. Once inside, I peeked from a glass window at my transformed bully as she stood back up, her denim jeans still on the floor in a heap. She stepped out of them and slowly made her way to a restroom, the girls' restroom. From the library, I couldn't see anything, and I didn't want to appear suspicious. So, I could only imagine what was going on in there. The rest of the day went as scheduled, and I kept my enthusiasm at bay over what had happened. It seemed like, for the first time in what felt like a long time, I would feel comfortable going to high school. I couldn't be more wrong.

        Some time had passed. Nobody had heard from the school bully since my "plot" took place. Instead, most of the talk or "school gossip" revolved around the "new girl" in school. Some girls in the upper class were resentful of her while the freshmen and sophomore girls quietly feared her. All of the guys, however, wanted her. Personally, I knew nothing about her except that she reportedly got a private thrill keeping guys at arm's length, so to speak, and berating and belittling girls she considered inferior, compared to her. Then came the moment I thought would never happen: She came forward to oppose me.

          I was at my locker when it happened. The sound of stilettos became louder and louder with every second. She poked my shoulder, scaring me. As I turned around, I got a good look at her. The clothes she wore couldn't have possibly met the school dress code: What I thought was a blue, see-through crop top, combined with dolphin shorts. The pose she made, her manicured hands on her hips, and the stern look on her face spoke volumes. Maybe she didn't recognize me.

         "Uh...hi. Can I help you?" I said, sheepishly.

         "I feel like I should...know you or something." Her voice alone gave me chills, but in a good way. I can't explain it, but it reminded me of Alicia Silverstone's character in that movie, Clueless, except huskier. I was trying really hard not to, if I may, be erect.

         "Really?" I asked her, acting dumb. "How else do you feel?"

         "A part of me is telling me to stomp on you with my heels. Another part of me wants me to make you kiss my feet. I should be disgusted at the thought of that, but for some reason, I'm not."

         Something told me she wanted to do something to me, but something from within was holding her back. Then, a smile finally formed on her face. It was then and there that my heart sank.

         "I know! I think I'll make you do my homework for me. Yeah, that will be just the beginning. You, little boy, are going to do everything I say, and should you refuse, I can 'persuade' one of my male admirers to find you and hurt you. I think we have an understanding, don't we?" 

        Unable to think of any other options, I silently nodded. With my consent, she walked--or rather, strutted--away. As she did, I found myself unable to look away from her derriere. Time seemed to slow down as I kept on staring. Her tush was... big, to say the least. Those legs of hers were something to behold, too, especially her thighs. Maybe, doing her homework against my will wouldn't be too bad, if it meant looking at her for longer periods of time. Little did I know then how right she was. This was only the beginning.

        Ever since then, she has had me do more then just her homework. She's had me carry her backpack, read self-deprecating poetry in front of everyone, and even use me as a step-stool. I had back pain for days! Despite all the mistreatment, never did a trace of her original self appear. It was as if she had no memory of who she used to be, beefy, muscular in some places, and had a brutish face. This "replacement" was statuesque, thick in some places, and a flawless face. What made her a menace to my peers was her personality and behavior. It was like one school bully had been quickly replaced with another, albeit much more attractive. Nevertheless, it seemed like I was getting the worst of it, compared to others. In the end, virtually nothing had changed, regarding my high school predicament, except the gender of my tormentor, and if I acted out of turn or otherwise, did something wrong, she would send her "male admirers", as she called them, would hunt me down like a wanted criminal. It seems this particular adage fits my situation: Out with the old, in with the new.

Dream a Little ShapeShifter II

            Remember the story about what happened to a young man that subconsciously triggered ShapeShifter in his sleep? Well, this incident was not a lone event, a one-time thing, so to speak. It happened again elsewhere to another person. They got careless, fell asleep, had a vivid dream involving lust and sex, and triggered the ShapeShifter. When they woke up, this is what they looked like.

            The plain-looking woman, who will stay anonymous, had smuggled the transformation drug into a hotel she had checked into. She had a room all to herself because she didn't want anyone close to her knowing of her dirty secret. Now, she was ridiculously conservative, making sure to never show any skin when on business. However, that didn't mean that she didn't have her deep-seated fantasies. Sometimes, she would lie awake at night, unable to sleep because she couldn't help but dream of having the body of a supermodel. It got so bad, that every time she closed her eyes, all she saw were women in swimsuits with large-breasted bodies shaped like an hourglass. She needed relief before her own body gave up on her. In her frazzled mind, the only way was with ShapeShifter.

            "Just one time." She says to herself. "One time, and then, get rid of the stuff."

            That night, she quickly swallowed a pill. It was done, and all she had to do now was picture the kind of body she desired. However, no matter how hard she tried, no change to her body occurred. She couldn't understand it. She was certain she ingested the drug correctly. Alas, after some time had passed, nothing had happened. Eventually, she had given up. Defeated, she collapsed onto her hotel bed. Maybe therapy isn't such a bad idea after all, she thought.

            Eventually, the businesswoman fell asleep, the TV in her room still on. As she slept, however, the ShapeShifter finally reacted. It wasn't the way she planned it, but as her recurring dream took place, the unpredictable drug started to affect her small figure. Fortunately, she was in such a deep sleep that she didn't feel any pain. The skin on her arms started bubbling. Then, her short legs started to stretch and lengthen, making soft creaking sounds as they headed for the floor. Her thighs and calves were getting longer with every passing second. As that happened, her bob started to grow out, not stopping until reaching the small of her back. Her breasts ballooned in size to DD-cup size, popping some buttons on her blouse in the process. Her buttocks inflated, becoming as ample as her new mounds. The last of her changes came as her pale skin quickly tanned all over.

            As the next morning came, she felt off. She awakened to find long hairs in her face. She had slept on her sides, so she thought that was normal, but then, she looked down at her new, enlarged mounds. That would wake her up.

            "What on Earth?" She said, loudly. Her voice had changed as well, becoming more seductive. "My voice!"

            At the sound of her new voice, she jolted out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, not realizing she was taller. She was unprepared for what she would see in the mirror: A well-endowed, long-legged, statuesque drink of water. She stood like a statue, staring at her reflection and admiring her new figure. It never occurred to her that the ShapeShifter she had taken the night before had done its work. She was too lost in her new appearance to realize it. Subconsciously, her hands went to her massive breasts, fondling them. She smiled, seemingly forgetting the events of last night.

            "I look--look--like I could use a man by my side." As she spoke that last sentence, the ShapeShifter pill pulled one last move: Distorting her mind, creating a second personality. This persona was not as stuffy, nor as straight-laced. She was much more of a free spirit, man-crazy, sex-crazy, and reckless. That poor woman never realized the potency of ShapeShifter, and as a result, she must now face the consequences, in the form of a malevolent man-chaser.  

The Shoe-niverse: Golden

            See those golden shoes she's wearing? Before she first put those on, she looked nothing like this long-legged wonder. She was under five feet in height, wore thick-rimmed glasses, had frizzy, crimson red hair, a freckled face, and knobby knees. No boy would go near her and the popular girls looked down on her, insulting her with every opportunity possible. She didn't like being photographed because she was painfully self-conscious. That is why it's impossible to believe that this thing of beauty and that homely girl are one and the same. Well, those are not ordinary pumps. She found those heels in what we call "The Shoe-niverse". 

            The homely girl had woken up in a gigantic library, but it was no ordinary library. There were no books in it, only shoes.

            High heels, stilettos, flats, ballet slippers, you name it, they were there in little cubby holes. There were knee-high boots, thigh-high boots, combat boots, cowboy and cowgirl boots, and platform boots. Shoes of all sorts filled the room, and the girl was at a loss for words. All she could do was look around in absolute awe of the place.

            "Welcome, child." Came a woman's sultry voice from nowhere.

           "Who said that?" The girl, terribly shaken, squealed.

            "Do not fear." Went the voice. "You will not be harmed. I only wish to help you."

            "Help me how?" The girl asked in fear.

            "Do you wish to be more attractive? More popular?"

            "Well, I would like to be taller." The girl answered.

            "Then follow my voice." Went the voice. "I will guide you,"

            The girl, despite her misgivings, did as she was told and walked in the direction of the voice seemingly from nowhere. She walked in the directions the voice gave her, repeating every moment, "You need not hesitate. You will be okay." Eventually, the voice led the girl to a pair of golden pumps.

             "These heels will give you what you desire: A better body. You will have the height to intimidate your rivals and, at the same time, mesmerize men. Your face will be flawless. Your body will be irresistible to many. You will undoubtedly be the center of attention after you have worn these heels for the first time."

             "I don't know." The girl was understandably hesitant.

              "I assure you that no harm will come to you." The soothing woman's voice responded.

              Ironically, that sultry, ethereal voice did nothing to ease the girl's fears. Nevertheless, she had no other reasonable options, and she didn't dare upset what she thought was an omnipresent figure, so she slipped her feet into the golden heels. After a few minutes of silence and no results, the voice spoke again.

            "Do not despair, dear child. You will have your reward in due time. I guarantee that you shall not be disappointed."

            With those last words, the library was instantly clouded in a blinding light. The girl stood helpless and screamed in fear. Suddenly, as soon as it happened, the blinding light was gone and the homely girl was back in her bedroom, still in her pajamas and still wearing those golden heels. Part of her wanted to believe that it was all a dream, but then, she looked down at the heels, which convinced her otherwise. Little did she know, however, that things would only get stranger still.

            The moment she took her first step in those heels, she felt an uncomfortable tingling all over. She couldn't stop trembling as she began to panic. Suddenly, her "tree stump" legs began making a creaking sound.

*𝐶𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑘*

            "Ahhhh! My legs!" She squealed. "What's happening to my legs?"

            Slowly, the muscles in her calves and thighs lengthened to supermodel proportions. They seemed to be four feet in length. No way these are my legs, she thought. While she kept feeling her new, longer legs, she felt her thighs thicken, becoming bigger in area. Then, her frizzy red hair straightened before growing down her back and covering her face, all while turning blonde from the root. Her unimpressive bosom, which was A-cup size, then began to swell up. With every passing second, they became bigger and bigger, stretching out her shirt until they stopped at DD-cup size. Frightened out of her mind, all the transforming girl could say was, "What's going on?" She rushed for her bathroom, being careful not to stumble or trip over her new stalks. As she reached the mirror, she watched as her freckles disappeared, one by one. The last of her changes came in the form of her face and head painfully reshaping. Her jaw cracked, her forehead bulged, and her lips swelled. At last, the pain was gone and it seemed that the changes were over.

            "What just happened?" Even her voice was not her own anymore. "My--my voice!"

            Her voice had become foreign, alien, alluring, husky, hypnotizing. It was the kind of voice that would make men feel like gelatin below their waist. She was still taking it in when she remembered the golden heels she still had on. They had to have been responsible for her sudden metamorphosis.

            "What did these shoes do to me?" She asked herself, looking down at her feet. "I look like I walked out of a magazine. It this what I really asked for? Is this what guys like in a woman? And why do I feel so...so...sexy?"

            The mental changes were starting. It wouldn't be long before her self-consciousness turned into full-blown narcissism. It would start with selfies every hour of every day. Then, it would turn into other people taking photos of her. Only when she had to sleep is when she would take them off, not even when she was... having at it in a bedroom, so to speak. The golden heels she picked out from "The Shoe-niverse" had changed her, although not necessarily for the better.

The Green Comet: Fashionista

               I'm...not very fashionable. None of my shirts are small enough to reveal any skin and they're either plaid or have nothing on them at all. My big-boned body didn't help matters either. All the exercise I got didn't change a thing. It seemed like I was doomed to be an unfashionable whale. Then, one night, I saw something in the sky.

              It looked like a falling star but green. I heard that if you make a wish on a falling star, your wish comes true. But I believed that was just a myth. On the other hand, I could wish to be a fit "fashionista" with a body meant for style. With literally nothing to lose, I made my wish silently. I made sure not to get my hopes up. If only I knew then what I know now. 

              As I slept that night, I was awakened by a sudden pain in my stomach. I thought it was heartburn. Stumbling out of bed, I slowly made my way to the bathroom. I reached the mirror in time to witness something that my eyes go wide. All the fat from my stomach either relocated to my breasts or melted away altogether. Subsequently, my waist caved in on its sides. In mere seconds, I had an hourglass for a waist.

              The next part of my impromptu transformation came when my legs suddenly elongated, making me much taller. It sounded like the creaking of my basement door as it opened or closed. Then, my "double chin" disappeared as the globs of fat on my face also melted. I didn't dare pinch even though I thought I was dreaming. Finally, I watched a tan form on my arms before covering my whole body. It was only mere minutes, but it felt like an eternity to me.

             Just what did I make my wish on? I still don't know, to this day. Regardless, I had a brand new body and it reeked of sexy. The first chance I got, I headed straight for the nearest fashion outlet, because there was no way any of my current clothes were going to fit me now. I had to use cash because I didn't want my purchase of all these new clothes to be found out by anyone, especially my parents. Nobody could possibly deny now that I had the body for modeling and runways, and this fashionista certainly hopes that this isn't temporary.

Not Welcome Here

            "Look, kid. We're not interested in fairy tales. We're here to get laid."

             "Where does this kid get his fantasies?"

             "Who knows? All right, kid. Are you really going to make this a problem? Do we need to get security or are you going to leave under your own power?"

          It seemed hopeless. You might as well have been talking to a wall. The two curvaceous, well-endowed women before you would not believe that they were your older twin brothers the day before. All he could do was walk away, defeated and frustrated. He couldn't understand what had happened or how it happened. But he'll have the sight of their transformations in his mind for a long time.

            You and your family had just arrived at a "Fantasy Hotel", where "your deepest desires can become a reality", according to the staff there. Your two big twin brothers, who were of college age and had zero success with the fairer sex, were not happy to be here. Alas, it was out of their hands. Their parents were dead set on getting them away from it all. Once they unpacked, all they did was sulk around their hotel room. After a little while, they began to think there weren't any attractive women there.

            "This stinks!" Said one. "You would think that in a place as big as this, there would be at least one babe walking around in a bikini."

            "Maybe they're all hiding somewhere." Went the other. "Maybe they're all at a modeling competition."

            That wasn't unlikely. They were unhappy with the situation, but you would be the real loser. You would be stuck listening to them gripe over their love lives, or lack thereof. If only you all knew that the place was called "Fantasy Hotels" for a reason: Your wildest fantasies can--and will--come true here. At times, however, they can also be twisted in unimaginable ways. It's a possibility that can--and did--happen.

            One of your older brothers said, quite aimlessly, "I wish I could get laid by a supermodel."

            The other said, "What I would give to be a supermodel. I hate my body."

            Whereas you had more of your mother's genes, your brothers had mostly your father's. The father you share is... rather large in size and weight. Your mother, on the other hand, was much shorter and shapely. It was anybody's guess why girls avoided them, but it really hurt their self-esteem. However, their words would trigger an event that could only be called supernatural. It would happen right before your eyes and only you would know that it ever happened.

            It started with a breeze that came from seemingly nowhere. You were certain the doors that led outside were closed, so you didn't know where it was coming from. Then came a strange sight: One twin's hair, which was cut short, suddenly began sprouting locks from his hat. They didn't stop until they reached his waist, making him look like Rapunzel. The other twin brother, who hadn't seen it, was lost in his fantasies as his pudgy fingers started bubbling from underneath his skin. In addition, his fingernails slowly started getting longer. Then, as if via a demonic force, his stomach gurgled loudly, snapping him out of his daydream.

            He groaned as he clutched his wide stomach. You and the other twin turned to him as he tosses and turns in bed. He lifted up his shirt and all three of you look on mortified as his stomach started bubbling as well. Loud slurping sounds were made as it caved in on itself with every passing second.

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

            By the time it stopped, his stomach had turned from a sphere into an hourglass. Your jaw dropped as you kept on staring, unable to look away. What fat remained on his stomach shifted to his thighs, making them appear thicker. Bones could be heard snapping and creaking as his hips appeared to move outward, becoming wider. Two mounds then ballooned on his chest, reaching what looked like DD-cup size, or maybe even bigger. The other twin finally managed to snap out of his own haze long enough to ask the obvious.

            "Dude. What's happening to you?!" He was oblivious to his own changes, such as his hair, which was now turning a dirty blonde. His changes seemed to be going slowly compared to the other boy's transformation.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            "Aaaaaaahhhh!" A loud, agonizing, and very feminine scream came from the boy in bed as something from inside his pants started to slither backwards. He zipped open his pants and stuck a manicured hand down his boxers. When he didn't feel anything below, it confirmed his fears, along with the two new--and very large--breasts protruding from underneath his shirt. He was officially a SHE. However, the changes weren't completely over. Her masculine face began to bubble itself, from her forehead to her cheeks. The jawline receded, the cheeks became fuller, the eyelashes became thicker and longer, the nose shrank, and her hair became long, luscious, and alluring. Her caveman-like feet shrank in size until they became petite. As one boy's transformation ended, the other's was just ramping up and you, the youngest, just kept looking on in absolute horror.

            "Wait a minute. What happened to my hair?!" The other changing boy finally realized that he was transforming as well. He was about to join his twin in womanhood. Luckily, his transformation would not be as painful.

            "Whoa. I don't...feel so good."

            He clutched his own wide stomach as it began groaning loudly. Then, it happened to him, too.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            His stomach was melting as well.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            His thick thighs followed suit.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            "What's happening to us?!" He cried out, his voice rising an octave with every word. "What did we--Oh, God! My voice!"

            You only shrugged as he looked down and saw what appeared to be tiny buds on his chest, growing bigger with every second. They finally stopped at DD-cup size, not unlike his sibling's. His thick arms had also shrunk in size while his stomach finally matched the other changed twin, in the shape of an hourglass. He clutched his face as it turned into putty, molding itself into a new, feminine face. His own large feet also shrank in size as his manhood finally receded within his insides.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            Her eyes rolled back as the euphoria from losing what made her a biological male had become too much to bear. She stumbled backwards to the wall before falling to the floor. Strangely, at that same time, the other transformed twin had experienced the same euphoric moment, stemming from her new womanhood. When the metamorphoses had finally ended, two busty and very alluring women had replaced your brothers. They were even still wearing your brothers' clothes, which were now very loose on their slim and sexy bodies. The blonde returned to her senses and stood up.

            "Wow. What a rush." She giggled. "Eww. What am I wearing?"

            The other shapely woman shared her reaction when she came down from her euphoric high.

            "Why do I look like I'm wearing a parachute?" She asked in disgust.

            They didn't sound like your brothers anymore, and they certainly weren't acting like them either. Something you could only imagine had happened before your eyes: Your plus-sized twin brothers had morphed out of the blue into a pair of well-sculpted, big-breasted babes. It wasn't until you snapped out of your haze long enough to ask if they were still themselves that they acknowledged you, and you learned otherwise.

            "What is he talking about?" Asked the blonde. "What's all this about us being his brothers?"

            You told them about the wishes they made, about the transformations they just went through, and that they were unhappy with their love lives. They only dismissed your explanation as mere fantasy and took off, leaving you alone and having to find some way to explain to your parents their disappearance. To your utter shock, they told you that you didn't have older brothers. In their minds, you were an only child. Now you were certain that something was really wrong.

            Was this some kind of curse? You thought.

            Dumbfounded by their reaction, you were left unable to comprehend the situation you were in and, with no other realistic options, you turned in for the night, but not before vowing to yourself to find the busty beauties that were once your brothers and an explanation for what was happening to them. This brings you to where you are now, explaining in vain that they were changed by some kind of magic and that they needed to find a way to undo it. Unfortunately, the hotties weren't listening anymore. They'd rather be searching for men to be around and, quite likely, to have sex with. With their figures, it would likely not take too long for them to find some. Meanwhile, you could only ask yourself, "What was this hotel doing to us?"

The Green Comet: Be Careful What You Wish For

           We've all heard it before: Be careful what you wish for. But there are some macho morons in this world who think they are holier-than-thou and don't listen to anyone but themselves. A group of drinking buddies were being driven home by a designated driver when one drunk spotted a green comet.

           The driver cautioned them that what they wish for on that green comet will likely come true before morning. Almost needless to say, they were too smashed to even think. You can't tell a drunk ANYTHING. However, they did have enough brain cells left between them not to say out loud what they wished for. What would happen the next morning would involve more than hangovers.

           Morning had come, and all who drank were suffering from hangovers. However, one would awaken to a much different surprise. They awakened to find their view blocked by ample breasts. Sleeping shirtless, this was a shock to him.

           "Wha?" Groggy, he thought he was looking at his pillow until his vision became clearer.

           "Do I have...boobs?" He asked, his voice completely that of a woman's. His hands went straight to his mouth, horrified at what came out.

           "Was that...MY voice?" Fear was starting to set in as the transformed man rushed to find a mirror. He--or rather, SHE--was unprepared for what she would see.

           "Oh...my...GOOOODDD!" She screamed in absolute horror. A quick search below confirmed it; She was biologically female.

           "What did I do last night?! How did this happen?! What do I do? What do I--Ohh!" In her state of panic, she had subconsciously began feeling her breasts, giving her some unexpected euphoria.

           "Why does this feel so...goooooooood?" The horror from the discovery was quickly replaced by lust. She couldn't take her hands off of herself. Her flawless skin, her freshly-shaved womanhood, and the softness of her large mounds, it was too hard to ignore. She was getting too big a rush to not enjoy her new body. The drunken buffoon she once was made a wish on that green comet to know what it's like to be a visually attractive female. He had no idea that night would be his last as a man. However, it shouldn't be long before a second, separate personality fully takes the reins, as it were, and enjoys her new life.

The Green Comet

          A look through a telescope had a pair of college-age boys looking at a green comet soaring through the nighttime sky.

          One suggested making a wish, akin to a falling star. The other boy didn't believe in such things. He thought such things only happened on TV and in movies. He was one of those skeptics who had to actually witness something to believe it. Naturally, his friend had a more positive attitude.

         "Come on, man." He said. "Haven't you wished on a falling star before? Give it a try. Who knows when you'll get another chance like this again, if ever?"

         Little did he know that his friend HAD made his wish. He just didn't dare tell him, especially given what it was. Instead, he chose to remain silent and his pal in the dark. When all was said and done, the boys went their separate ways for the night. Neither had any idea of how that green comet would upend their lives.

        The next morning, one boy made his way to the home of the other. The front door was strangely unlocked. The boy knew right away that something was wrong, but he was not prepared for what he would find in the kitchen. To his absolute shock, a very shapely, very chesty stranger in lingerie was in his friend's kitchen.

        "Who are you and who let you in here?!" He asked incredulously.

        "I go by the name of Aletta. Aletta Ocean." The gorgeous woman answered. "And you are?"

        Before he answered, he put two and two together and realized that his friend HAD made a wish after all. His friend had wished to be this famed adult film actress. Not be like her, not to possess her or something, but actually BE her. Now, this young lad was at a loss for words as to how he would explain this to anyone, let alone his friend's family. It seemed that his friend believed what he told him about making a wish on that green comet. However, it remains a mystery as to how long the effects will last, if they ever wear off at all.

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?

Return of the Cougar Heels

              Remember "Cougar Heels"? Well, they never really left. But remember that they turn anyone into a well-endowed, lust-crazed cougar, regardless of gender? That certainly hasn't changed. One young blonde will learn this for herself very soon.

              She was out shopping when a pair of "Cougar Heels" caught her eye. The woman, who had just graduated from college, went wide-eyed at the sight of the stylish--and seemingly innocent--pumps. On her, they were sure to attract a lot of boys, while making other girls jealous. She wasted no time in paying for them and taking them straight home to try on. Once home, the first thing she did was drop everything else she bought on her shopping spree, just so she could focus on her new "Cougar Heels". To her enjoyment, they fit her perfectly, but she unknowingly sealed her fate.

             The very next day, she wore the heels while out with two friends, one raven-haired and the other a redhead, shooting the breeze. They were eyeing men the men around them at the local mall they frequented. This would be where the first of her changes would take place. As a pair of boys, much younger than any of the trio, walked by, the blonde found herself staring longingly at them, subconsciously fantasizing of her sucking off one boy while humping the other. It wasn't until one of her gal pals snapped her fingers in her face that she realized what she was doing.

             "Hey. You all right?" Asked the raven-haired one.

             "Wha--?" The blonde was still in a daze from being lost in her fantasy.

             "You totally zoned out on us. What were you looking at, anyway?"

             "Uh...A...cute purse." She lied. "Some girl was carrying a cute purse with 'Hello Kitty' on it."

             "Aren't you a little too old to still be into Hello Kitty?" Asked the redhead, sardonic in her tone.

             "You are NEVER too old for Hello Kitty!" She retorted, trying to save face.

             Her pals just looked on, dumbfounded by her sudden, strange actions. The truth was that she couldn't explain it because she didn't know how it happened. She just turned to look at them and suddenly, thoughts of sex popped into her mind. It couldn't have been lack of sleep. The smartest thing she could do was act like it was nothing. Still, she wouldn't be able to "explain it away" much longer.

             The days go by and the young blonde's changes would get stranger and stranger still. Her next changes in the form of thicker thighs. She had trouble with putting her jeans on, unable to get them past her thighs, which she never realized were gradually getting bigger in size. At times, she even ripped a few pairs. She mistakenly thought she was getting fat when that was not the case. Though her thighs wouldn't be the only part of her getting bigger.

             Some more days passed, and she eventually noticed her breasts looked bigger in size. With every day, it seemed that her chest grew a couple of inches. She stretched out some of her shirts trying to make them fit. There were even some moments where they grew bigger out of the blue, not that she ever saw it happen. By the time they stopped growing, they were humongous. Anyone could say that they were fake or full of plastic, but they were all natural. The "Cougar Heels", however, were not done changing their owner.

            During that time, she started to think less of her future and more about sex and her appearance. Just the thought of having her way with a younger man seemed to make her...moist. Yet, she couldn't help herself. It was the power of the heels, and it was potent. Eventually, her nails, which had become talon-like, were not enough to satisfy her carnal needs. She needed a man, and she needed one now.

            A phone call to the neighbor next door, and the young lad came over in minutes. She told the boy a fib that she needed help gardening. In reality, she wanted to be planted herself. She knew he was into women with big breasts, and she used this weakness to her advantage. As the lad entered her bedroom, he came across her in a form-fitting robe. She made no attempt to hide her huge cleavage. The boy was immediately mesmerized.

            His manhood slowly began to harden. At the sight of this, the busty being undid the knot holding her robe. His eyes went wide at the sight of her hourglass figure. Sans those heels, she was stark naked. To him, however, she was flawless, from her breasts to her wide hips, and when she turned around to give him a good look at her derriere, he came close to drooling. She slowly sauntered over to her wide bed and lay down.

            In a mesmerizing, husky voice, she said, "Well, aren't you coming over?"

            The boy became hard right then and there. Once she was all over him, he was in heaven. Some neighbors complained of several loud, feminine moans and a woman's screams of pleasure coming from the house. To the woman making all that noise, their complaints meant nothing. What she wanted was all that mattered, and she wanted sex. It also didn't matter where she got it from, as long as the male partner was younger than her. It was the potent power of the "Cougar Heels".

The Shoe-niverse: Mommy Becomes Mistress

              The scene: A mysterious library filled from top to bottom with shoes. The only person there: An exasperated mother of two rebellious teenagers. She remembers going to sleep in her own bed, so she was naturally horrified when she awakened somewhere else. Where she woke up, there were shoes all over the place. There were stilettos, pumps, flats, mary janes, shoes of all sorts and sizes. Shoes for women with dainty feet and those for women who have huge feet. However, the mother who was all alone there was paralyzed in fear, unable to make any sense or rational thought of what was happening to her.

              Suddenly, a calming, albeit ethereal voice spoke from nowhere.

              "Do not be alarmed. You will not be harmed here."

              "Who was that?"

              "Who I am does not matter. But who do you want to be?"

              "Well. I don't know if I should tell you if I can't see you."

              "Nothing you say will leave these hallowed halls. You may answer my question."

              "I...would like to be more assertive. I want my children to respect me. I want nobody to challenge me ever again. I want to be dominant, I want to be the only one in charge, of my home, of my family, of everything! I want to be power personified."

              The distraught mother found herself spilling her guts to a voice from nowhere. She didn't want to but once she started, it was like she lost all self-control. Her emotional well-being was so bad, she had become so vulnerable, that she would open up to anyone with a kind heart and open ear. In this case, it happened to be an unknown entity. Eventually, the voice spoke to stop the woman from going any further.

              "You have made your point quite well." It said. "You wish to regain the status quo in your abode, to regain emotional and mental security, and to be dominant in your familial relationships. I respect your wishes. Follow my voice down these halls. I will guide you to what you need."

              She did as she was told and followed the voice down a hallway. Wearing only her nightgown, her feet felt the frigid floor beneath her. She felt a breeze as she kept on walking until the voice said, "Stop here. Look to your left. That pair of heels there."

              The voice continued, "Here are the shoes that will help you regain stability in your life. Do not let their appearance mislead you. They are quite potent."

              "But--How do I know I can trust you?"

              "Many before you have asked that question. I assure you that I have your best interests at heart. Take those stilettos, put them on, and you will have the power you deeply desire."

              Reluctantly, she did as she was told and took the heels off their post. She found a nearby seat and tried them on. After a few minutes of waiting, the mother became disheartened. The voice, however, said, "Change will come when the time is right. Only then will you have the power you desire. You will not be disappointed for long."

              Suddenly, the huge library was filled with bright light, blinding the woman. Then, as fast as it appeared, the blinding light was gone, and the mother was back in her home, her living room, to be more precise. She didn't know whether to be relieved or remain worried. However, she then noticed that she was still wearing those stilettos. The words of the voice from the library still echoed in her head.

              "Change will come when the time is right."

              Looking at a nearby clock, she saw that it was close to 3:30 pm, around the time her teenage children came home from high school. They would be home at any minute. But just as she got up to get dressed, she was overcome by a trembling feeling in her legs. Looking down, she watched in shock as her waifish legs suddenly thickened in several places, especially her thighs which simply ballooned in size. The impromptu change left her speechless, but they were just starting.

              Her mousy brown hair grew like a weed down her back, before straightening and turning blonde while staying dark at the root. Next, her breasts, which were rather small, immediately ballooned to ample, D-cup size. Her waist then caved in, making a very loud crunch, while her hips flared out at the same time. What came next left her awestruck. Her arms, from out of nowhere, gained a tan that spread to her whole body.

              The last of her changes were not physical but mental. Thoughts and visions of her crushing her husband and son's "machinery" and whipping her daughter in several places ran rampant through her head. The sight of her treating her own flesh and blood so sadistically actually gave her joy. She couldn't help but crack a smile as she imagined her new heels crushing her son's "nutshell", simply for talking back to her. This wasn't her, but she was too lost in euphoric bliss to care. This was what the voice must have been talking about when it said that change would come when the time was right. To her unexpected delight, she found herself enjoying these changes. She even heard herself giggling with warped, malevolent glee. Her children would receive a scary surprise when they walked through their front door.

              As the door opened, they found their mother in sexy lingerie, one sharp heel on their coffee table and waiting to strike like a lion hungry for fresh prey. Things were, indeed, going to be much better for this mother-turned-mistress.

              "Hello, children, or should I say, pets. Welcome home to your new Mistress."