A Hot Monster

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

           "Aaaaaaaaahh!"

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

His Slutty Little Secret

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

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

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

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.

The Girl I Knew

            "The girl you knew and liked was pathetic. A pushover. A mouse. In a word, weak! I, on the other hand, represent everything she wished she was: Powerful, physically flawless, and hot. I can have any man I want now, just not you. You don't deserve this sexy body. Pffft, you don't even deserve to kiss my feet! Still, I'll keep you around as servant... if I want one."

           The girl I knew wasn't always a narcissistic, but hot monster. Before she became this way, she was four-eyed and fair-haired.

           This isn't a photo of her, but it's a reasonable facsimile. She wasn't happy with her appearance, but I kept reminding her that I was happy with her. I tried everything I could think of to please her, yet nothing seemed to bring her joy. It seemingly came to a head when an unknown "sympathizer" began leaving these pink bottles on her doorstep.

           The note attached said, "Please drink me. I can help you be happy." Naturally, I was suspicious but she was so determined to make herself less homely that she would do anything. So she drank it, and to my relief, nothing happened. She, however, sank to the floor, defeated.

           "I'll never be pretty." She said, beginning to cry. She forced me out of her room, insisting she wanted to be alone. I followed her order and left. Throughout the bus ride home, I kept thinking that I should have done something. If only I knew what had happened after I left.

          The next day came and I rushed back to my girl, hoping she was feeling better. To my shock, the girl I left had changed, albeit a little. Her hair was no longer dark but a dirty blonde. She also seemed a little taller to me.

          "That stuff really works!" She squealed with joy.

          Then came the next day and more changes. She showed me her stomach by lifting her shirt. I never thought a girl would do that for me. She insisted that I look and said, "I wasn't toned yesterday. Yesterday, this was all flab. I'm really becoming beautiful."

          I could see joy in her eyes, but I also saw less of the girl I liked. Slowly but surely, she was becoming something out of a swimsuit magazine. What exactly, I didn't know. And was it just me or were her boobs a little bigger?

         Another day came and with it, more changes to her body. When I came over, the girl I found was much taller than yesterday. She had to have the height of a swimsuit supermodel, at least 5'10". Adding to that, her facial features were definitely different, especially her jawbone which was much lower.

         "Am I looking hotter to you?" She asked. Her voice was completely replaced by one much more seductive. All I could do was stammer. Seeing this, she laughed heartily.

         "You're so sweet...It's disgusting."

         That last remark totally caught me off guard. It was nasty, mean, and out of character. Something was definitely wrong now. I didn't dare upset her now, however. She was happy with her changing body, and I didn't dare upset her. When she turned around to show me her...backside, I felt myself starting to drool. It was round and beautiful.

         The next day was the day stuff hit the fan for me. That was when she finally looked like how she looks now: Flawless, to me, in every way. However, her personality had changed greatly along with her body. She seemed more haughty, more contemptuous of me. She seemed to think less of me than before. It was as if a totally different person was speaking to me. I felt hurt that she had become so...so...unfriendly, but when I asked what happened to her, the girl I knew before she took that stuff, that's when she gave me that response.

         "The girl you knew and liked was pathetic. A pushover. A mouse. In a word, weak! I, on the other hand, represent everything she wished she was: Powerful, physically flawless, and hot. I can have any man I want now, just not you. You don't deserve this sexy body. Pffft, you don't even deserve to kiss my feet! Still, I'll keep you around as servant... if I want one."

         So, here I am, begging like a dog for her not to end our relationship because she became a dark, mean-spirited manifestation of what she dreamed of being. I've had to lower myself to being her lapdog, but until I can figure out how to change her back, it is what it is. I've had to give her private pedicures, massage her back, and help her with her shopping. It's degrading, but it keeps her happy. She even rewards me...once in a while. Alas, this bodacious babe is no longer the girl I knew.

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.

How Slutsonite Changed My Brother

            "Slutsonite" did a number on my brother. His transformation happened right before my eyes, and I admit that it was disturbing. We were out camping when we witnessed a meteorite crashing to Earth, just missing us. Sneaking away from camp, we found it within a crater it made, emitting an eerie green glow. He would go on to make the careless mistake of getting too close to it. Neither of us were prepared for what happened next.

            Breasts blew up on his chest. I couldn't tell what cup size they were, but they had to be huge. As his waist shrank, I heard what I thought was crunching.

*𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ* *𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ* *𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ*

            I swear I saw muscles moving around there as his torso lengthened. He fell to the ground, screaming in agony as his clothes became too small for his body. His hands moved to his buttocks as I watched them swell in size, becoming, if I may, rather large. The hair on his head was growing unnaturally fast, stopping at his waist. His hands then moved to his "jewelry" as they suddenly shrank, making an audible slurping. As that occurred, his face became like wet mold, moving around by itself. He uttered one more scream, but it became higher and higher in octave.

            When the changes finally stopped, my brother was no longer there, but a well-sculpted babe in his clothes. He--She stood up and quickly shoved a dainty hand down her jeans and confirmed what I already knew. The jutting orbs before her didn't help either. Just as she was about to scream in horror, she grabbed her head, seemingly in pain. She appeared to be having a migraine attack or something as I just stood there, still dumbfounded by what I saw. However, as quickly as it happened, it ended, and she turned back to me, giving me a seductive look. I knew then and there that my brother was gone, both in body and in mind.

            That was a couple of weeks ago. Nowadays, he--she shows as much skin as she pleases to get as much sex as she pleases. Our mother is sick of it. I tried explaining everything, but she still wasn't having any of it. We both wait for the day that she changes back into my brother. Although, I will get a giggle from seeing the look on his face when he finds himself in women's clothes. I share this story as a warning to all: Avoid glowing meteorites. You never know if it might be what people are calling "Slutsonite".

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.

Welcome To Womanhood

Man: (Dazed, slurred) "Wha--? Where am I?"

L: "It doesn't matter, for you'll soon be one of us."

R: "Blonde, busty, hot, and more."

Man: "Wha--? Ugggh!"

*𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝* *𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝*

*Both giggle maliciously*

L: "Look. His boobs are growing already."

*𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝* *𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝*

R: "And getting bigger every second."

*𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝* *𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝* *𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝* *𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝*

L: "Ooh. They're huge. Globes!"

(The man looks down to see DD-cup sized breasts. His hair then grows supernaturally fast, covering his view)

R: "Your hair is coming along nicely. A good brushing and it will be just like ours, luxurious and lovely."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

L: "You don't need all that belly fat weighing you down. It's unsightly and disgusting. No guy wants to see all that fat."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

R: "Even us girls don't want to see it."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝* *𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ*

Man: "Aaugh!"

L: "Sounds like somebody's getting new hips."

*𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ*

Man: "Aaahh!"

R: "I'd feel bad...if I wasn't enjoying this too much." (Laughing malevolently)
"I wonder what's left."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝* *Pop*

Man: (Voice rises a few octaves) "Uugghh!"

Both: "Oooohhh!"

L: "Is that what I think it is?"

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝* *Pop*

Man: (Voice rises another few octaves) "Uugghh!"

R: (Sing-song) "I think so."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

(The man, now fully female, moans out of lust)

"Aaaaaaahh-hah!"

Both: (In unison) "Welcome to womanhood!"

It Started With One Tattoo

          I don't know what happened or what came over me. It started with one tattoo. Before I knew it, I wanted another. Then another, and another, and another. What nobody told me was that each tat was slowly altering my DNA, making me more and more female.

          When I got my first one, I noticed in a mirror that my nose had seemingly shrunk. When I got another, I noticed the next day that the area around my nipples had become slightly swollen. When I got a third, I noticed I had fuller cheekbones and that my deep voice had risen a few octaves. Apparently, my Adam's apple had shrunk, altering my voice as a result. It eventually hit me that I was becoming more feminine in appearance with every tattoo.

          The next few tattoos I got on my left arm led to my chest area swelling even more, enough to be considered breasts. More changes came in the form of tanned skin, my head of hair suddenly growing longer faster, and my manhood becoming smaller in size. Something was clearly wrong with me, but before I could get help, pain wracked my whole body. My vision began to blur. Then, everything went dark.

          I woke up in a place I found unfamiliar, but that was just the beginning. I had awakened beside another man, a total stranger. I was horrified at the whole series of events. What would people think? With no clothes of my own, I took some of his and snuck out. This was too much for me.

          When I finally got home, I looked to my phone for answers. In my photo gallery were pictures and video footage of a hottie with tattoos exactly like mine, partying and drinking like there's no tomorrow. Her tattoos were also strangely in the same places I got mine. That was when it hit me: She and I were the same person, kind of. My blackout was really me turning into her. I would have told somebody, but I didn't want to be put in a straitjacket. This brings me to where I am now: Trying to get all these tattoos removed from my arms before--

          *𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘*

          "Aaugh!"

       *𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘* *𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘*

          Not again! Not now!...

 

I Need Help!

          (A video plays as a man appears on-screen, he appears to be in his bedroom)

          "To my old friend, if--when you get this, I need your help. SHE is taking over my life. No matter what serum I create, it doesn't destroy her. If anything, they only make her hotter and more irresistible than before. Even worse, she seems to be lasting longer with every transformation. It won't be long before she stays for good."

          *𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘯* *𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩*

          "Not--Aaugh!--again!"

          (On screen, his waist caves in as his hips flare out)

          *𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬* *𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬*

          "Sh-She's coming back. I don't know how long she'll--Aaaaahh-hah!"

          (His spine compresses as he shrinks in height; His crew cut slowly grows and curls)

          (Panting throughout)

          "Ohh. This is always the most euphoric part."

          (His hands go to his groin as his manhood shrinks inside him; At the same time, breasts are slowly growing to large size)

          *𝘎𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘦* *𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱* *𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱* *𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱* *𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱* *𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱*

          (His--Her deep voice rises as she speaks)

          "P-Please...h-hur-hurry and sssss-save me from...from...her before it's too--"

          (A long, loud moan follows as she appears to be...cumming, her eyes rolled up)

          (She giggles, which turns into a full-on, malevolent laugh; The man's female alter ego appears to have officially taken over)

          "I'm baaaaack!"

 

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.

 

"Never Cross Our Mistress"

            You awakened in a daze, having no idea where you were or how you got there. All you remember was seeing a strange gas come from nowhere and how it smelled like perfume. In your blurry vision, you find three leggy, well-sculpted young ladies, who all appear to be eyeing daggers at you. Ironically, you had never seen them before in your entire life.

            M: "You need not struggle. We are indeed strangers to you. We will acknowledge that much."

            You felt sick but not enough to throw up. All you could do was look at your attractive captors.

            M: "You may or may not remember bad-mouthing our mistress. Your experience with her left her offended, upset, insulted, like her honor had been stomped on. She described you to the letter. That is why you're here."

            Your stomach is in knots, as if something was moving around inside it. Suddenly, you could see hair slowly growing down your head, blocking your vision.

            M: "Mistress finds men to be a distraction, in life and in general."

            Your feel your fat from around your stomach shifts to your thighs and derriere.

            L: "That is why she has only women in her employ. Our mistress says that women are not disgusting and disorderly like the men of the world."

            You slowly start growing breasts.

            *Slurrrrrrp* *Slurrrrrrp* *Slurrrrrrp*

            With each long slurping sound, they grow bigger and appear more natural. They stopped growing when they reached what looked like DD-cup size. With your blurred vision, you couldn't see the hair on your nearly nude body receding into your skin. What fat remained around your stomach melted from your body, leaving an hourglass-shaped waist. Crunching was heard as your hips widened slowly to childbearing proportions. You now appeared to be a woman from the waist up. That would quickly change. 

            R: "You will learn not to cross our mistress."

            As she finished, your manhood slowly shriveled into nothing. The transformation appeared to be over. Your vision finally cleared, and looking down, you could see thick, hairless thighs and pedicured feet. Your breasts looked humongous from your viewpoint, and you felt nothing in between your legs. You were genetically female, and the women before you, looked at you with demented glee. 

            All (in unison): "Welcome, sister."

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.

 

Slutty Bestie

        *Sounds of lustful moaning*

        "Doesn't this feel soooo much better? No more hair in unwanted places. no more awful body odors, no... man-meat to drag you down."

        The woman in the middle answered only with moans, as she was too lost in lust to answer with words. The bleached blonde behind her was licking her massive rump in euphoric bliss.

        Each woman in this threesome was once male. The one in the middle had lost his friends to the power and potency of "Aphrodite" fragrance. He tried relentlessly to get them back, but they surprised him with a dosage of "Aphrodite".

        "It wont be long now." One of them said. "He has been sooo annoying, chasing after us like animals, thinking he could get his pals back. They gave in to the 'Aphrodite' a long time ago."

        "Soon, he'll be one of us." Said the other. "Busty, sexy, and fully feminine."

        "Why?!" Cried the young man as his body started to morph. The bleached blonde shushed him.

        "No talking. Just let the 'Aphrodite' take hold."

        His head of hair became longer, slowly growing down to his ballooning rump. Arm muscles melted like butter as his legs stretched like a rubber band. His waist caved in while his hips cracked outward. Some fat moved from his stomach to his thighs, giving them a sexy look. His "ball and chain" receded inside him and breasts slowly swelled onto HER chest.

        As the changes ended, a twisted split personality forcibly took control. She stood up and thanked the two women. Now the two had a new "slutty bestie" for their threesomes.