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.

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.

A Hot Monster

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

           "Aaaaaaaaahh!"

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

A Former Farmhand

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

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

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

Spade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

               *All three girls laugh maliciously*

Aphrodite Addict

          I lost my daughter to Aphrodite. It all happened so suddenly to me. One second, I'm shopping with my teenage daughter when a scarcely-dressed young girl surprised us. She held a bottle in her ridiculously-manicured nails. She insisted that we take it, maintaining a dazed, wide-eyed look on her face. I thought she was on something.

         As my daughter took the bottle, the girl just walked away in ridiculously high heels. When we returned home, my daughter's thoughts returned to that bottle. Then, before I could stop her, she sprayed herself. Her changes were almost immediate. All I could do was stare on, dumbfounded as my child morphed before my eyes. I thought I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw two breasts suddenly grow to massive size on her chest. When it ended, a buxom young lady stood in a tattered shirt where my daughter was moments ago.

         I would eventually learn that it warped her mind as much as it greatly did her body. She became a party girl, going out every single night. I've had many sleepless nights, going out of my mind in fear of my child's safety. When I finally confronted her, she just gave me attitude and then, an obscene gesture. I was livid! She no longer saw me as her mother but as some kind of a bank. Since then, she has been posting photos of herself for the world to see, drinking, flaunting her body, and in bed with men of all kinds. She even had the colossal nerve to steal my credit card to buy more of that Aphrodite.

          As a mother, I offer only a warning: Never let your daughter get ahold of Aphrodite. Once they spray themselves, whether by accident or on purpose, there's no going back. They're sure to become obsessed with maintaining their new appearance and possibly, their new lifestyle, at the expense of your own. I haven't seen my daughter since then, and I wish she hadn't taken that bottle. I should have realized sooner that something was off about that young lady. She turned my daughter into an "Aphrodite Addict".

 

Never Play Pool With Witches

           Have you ever come across a witch who happened to be a pool shark?

          This deluded fool did.

          He was so cocky that he made the mistake of challenging one to a game. He felt he had her pinned until a trick shot from her caught him off guard. Once she had control, she never gave it up. He lost and as a result, lost his manhood too. Not right away, mind you. The changes took place in his sleep; He--She would get a very rude awakening.

         The changes began with his loss of body hair. Next was the shrinking of his body and especially, his muscles. His "most precious' muscle would be the last to go. Then came the flaring of his hips and thickening of his thighs. His hair grew wild and unkempt. Lastly, he would grow some rather ample breasts. They may have been modest, but the cleavage would be anything but. By the time he--rather, she--woke up, nothing of the man would exist any longer. This should serve as a lesson to all men who think too highly of themselves: Never play pool with a witch, especially if they're pool sharks. I should know. I'm the one who defeated him.

What Pink Slutsonite Can Do

            One thing I've learned: Once you've been exposed to "Pink Slutsonite", there's no going back.

            I watched a man writhing on the floor. His midsection slowly shrank in some places while his legs lengthened. I won't lie; They became visually attractive as they thinned. The sounds of bones, muscle, and sinew elongating made me cringe. Hair on his head grew longer and longer, becoming blonde and curly in the process. I watched, mouth agape, as boobs slowly grew on his chest, becoming comically large. His groans became more feminine as his face became like putty, moving by itself. The whole thing was out of a horror movie, yet I couldn't look away. Lastly, as his face finished re-molding and his manhood receded inside him, a newer, malevolent persona seemed to be taking control.

            "Ooohh." She cooed. Her voice alone made me tingle. "You look goooood."

            Right then and there, I knew she wanted to suck me off very badly. Who said she didn't? Either way, this would be something etched into my mind for a long time. I don't expect the poor guy to change back any time soon, let alone remember what he--rather, she--did to or with me. Nevertheless, it was because of this...unfortunate experience that I've learned just what "Pink Slutsonite" can do.

I Should Be Grateful

            I--He is an aging scientist who thought he was on the verge of making a serum to restore youth. The fool thought that if a success, it could wipe out life expectancy. One can dream, I suppose. Only he clumsily dropped the vial and cut himself, trying to salvage his creation. Somehow, a little bit of it got inside the cut. Once it was in his bloodstream, his fate was sealed.

            Some hours and a lengthy transformation later, I am unleashed upon the world. Upon finding a mirror, I got a good, long look at myself, and I liked what I saw. My face was flawless, and my boobs were large. My body was sure to mesmerize any man. In spite of all this, I tend to revert back to him at random and vice-versa. It's a downside of infecting your own blood, I guess. Looking back, I guess I should be grateful to my "other" self for bringing me to life; Although, he doesn't know about all the interns I've been having sex with.

 

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."

Trapped

          A group of frat brothers don't know how they ended up here. They were just talking about what they would do to women they were having sex with when, one by one, they all fell unconscious. Unbeknownst to them, a gas invisible to the eye came from their vents and affected them all. Now, they were all alone and trapped.

          Next, they were sprayed with another unknown odor. This one, however, smelled like perfume. Then, the unimaginable began. Each of these frat boys would go through a painful metamorphosis. Bones cracked, fat relocated to more noticeable places, and their hair grew long and luxurious. Most importantly, their "moneymakers" shrunk away inside them.

          When the transformations ended, in place of three men were three leggy, shapely, and busty vixens. The horror they felt was quickly replaced by lust. Each of them found themselves getting horny, badly in need of dick to suck or ride on. Their captors unknown, those three frat boys were never seen again. They had met a horrible albeit bizarre fate after being...trapped.

 

Just Go for It

             "Come oooonnn. Just go for it. You know you want me, baby."

                   She was sticking her "peach" in my face. It was getting harder by the second to resist.

                  "Are you sure it isn't the ShapeShifter talking?" I asked.

                   I didn't know what to think after watching a friend of mine morph into a Junoesque adult film actress. Seeing his face contort and his body warp while growing big breasts weirded me out. Yet, the end result was hard not to stare at. It was still my friend, however, and thumping him...her would just be wrong. The other problem was that she wasn't behaving like my friend.

                    "I don't know what you're talking about. What's ShapeShifter? I'm not going to stand here and listen to you babble, you know."

                    It was as if he no longer existed, like he just wiped himself off the Earth. He...She genuinely believed that she was a hot adult movie actress.  Making matters worse, I felt myself getting hard. I couldn't lie to myself anymore; I wanted to know what it was like. So, I started walking towards her. With every step, I heard my friend groaning in serious pain as he morphed into her.

                    Ugggghhhh...Aaauuughhh...Aaaaahhh-hah...

                    Before I could think clearly again, my pants were at my ankles, and she was moaning in lust-addled pleasure.

                    "Ohhh, yeah." She acted like she was in paradise. "Yes...YES! Push me, ram me. Harder. HARDER!"

                    She was enjoying this, and I was too hung to protest. I needed release and she was happy to oblige. So, I rammed, and I rammed, and I rammed...

                    Since then, I've been secretly spiking his favorite drinks with ShapeShifter. She was very fun to be around, and I won't lie; The sex was great, too.

               

 

Getting Worse

               *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

                "No! Not again!"

                Her breasts, normally modest, were slowly growing in size again, ballooning to humongous proportions. She was turning into her "Bimbo" self again. The rest of her changes--consisting of her long, luscious, brunette locks turning platinum blonde, her kissable lips becoming ridiculously swollen, and her intelligence slowly draining--would eventually follow. She couldn't risk being seen changing or she would be subject to all sorts of tests, the same kind of tests that others who came down with the Bimbo variant of the novel Slut Virus before her were subject to.

                The best thing for the slowly transforming girl was to lock herself in her bedroom, hoping beyond hope that her "Bimbo" self couldn't..."persuade" anyone to let her out or somehow escape herself. She didn't want to end up in a cage with other victims. She didn't want to be subject to needles, questions, and other horrible things. At the same time, she knew she couldn't hide her condition forever. She thought that once the effects of the Bimbo variant passed through her system and she changed back to normal, it would all be past her. However, that was not the case. If anything, her condition was only getting worse.

                "When is this, like, gonna stop?!"

 

The Bimbo Virus Strikes Again

        My friend had caught a virus that's not like normal ones. It's the "Bimbo Virus" and it's sort of self-explanatory. In an unknown amount of time, the victim undergoes a gradual change into, you guessed it, a bimbo, complete with huge, plastic breasts, platinum-blonde hair, hourglass body, and a tiny brain. I had to warm him of the news that a speedier variant was confirmed to exist, but as fate would have it, I was already too late. He had already fully changed. Jeez, his--HER mounds were huge. It just sucked that they were totally fake. Either way, I could only run back out the door to avoid ending up like THAT. All I can do now is hope and pray that a vaccine is made as soon as possible, before the "Bimbo Virus" strikes again.

 

Understanding HotBod

        My family just doesn't understand the new "HotBod" app and my fascination with it. I liked to fool around with it, creating all kinds of shapely bodies. Once, I made myself into a tanned, long-legged stripper with mounds as huge as they were plastic. Another time, I turned myself into a MILF with long and curly, platinum-blonde locks, puffy, red lips, volleyball-sized mounds, and a booty, not a normal seat but a "big, beautiful booty".

        Now, I'm giving myself modestly-sized mounds with long, black hair, thick thighs, and puffy lips. I'm heading to the beach and hoping to get all the attention from all the boys there. It's too bad I can't get my brother to try the "HotBod" app with me. I could have made him into a double of me and REALLY cause a stir. Alas, some people just don't understand "HotBod".

 

He Wanted Me, I Wanted Her (Short)

*Told from both points of view*

(Female)

        He was just standing there, watching me. He wanted me but he was afraid to show it. I decided to give him a show by shaking my big, round rump. A minute of shaking booty was sure to make him hung. Why was he hesitating? He wanted me.

(Male)

        Why was he doing this? Was it the "Alpha" gum? Was it THAT potent? Was he even still there? He shouldn't be behaving like this? I should have known this was a bad idea. I let him try a stick and watched as he grew long hair and a "bubble-butt". Now, here I am, standing still, in awe, and unable to stop staring. I was too lost in lust to move, and...I wanted her.

 

Too Late (Short)

         I had overslept when I promised to look after my schoolmate's female, sex-crazy self. He says that he changes as soon as the sun sets. He showed me a cell phone video of himself changing into her, and I had to admit: She was a dream! Everything about her was perfect: Boobs, hair, legs, and body. I couldn't dwell on it now because I had to rush over to his apartment before he--or SHE could leave it.

        Little did I know that he would already be in the middle of his changes by the time I got there. By the time I reached his floor, I heard loud moans, loud--and feminine--moans. I had knocked on his door when it opened to reveal HER, in a top that squeezed her big breasts together and showed wondrous cleavage. I found myself staring at both her midriff and said cleavage as she gave me a rather disapproving look.

        "You're a perv, you know that?" She said with scorn. Alas, I couldn't help it. She was THAT sexy. 

        "Now could you please get out of the way?!" I did as she asked and stepped aside as she strutted off in her stilettos. I was too late to stop him--HER. All I could do now was watch and-- Then again, maybe I could join her if I asked nicely.

He Couldn't Resist (Short)

"Hee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

    She laughed maliciously as her changes came to an end. By now, her physical features, especially her big, beautiful booty, had come back. All she needed was to get past the euphoria and it would be complete.

    The young man who sat there just moments ago had agreed to wean himself from "Alpha" gum, only to find himself taking it in secret. His "Alpha" female self, while in the confines of his mind, had learned of this, and she was determined to it beyond difficult to break his new habit. For now, she was determined to bleed him dry financially and make all his relationships suffer.

"I knew he couldn't resist. Nobody can resist Alpha gum. Now I can finish spending his money."