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.

What Daughter Doesn't Know

              You wouldn't believe it but just an hour ago, this babe was some girl's mother.

            Before turning into this, she had wrinkles, some gray hairs here and there amongst her brown locks, the curse of all people going into their middle age. She had planned to clean up her genius daughter's bedroom upon seeing the disaster area it appeared to be. There were boxes and papers all over the room. She didn't dare move, lest she step on anything that could make her slip and fall. The moment she bent over to grab something, however, something else caught her eye in the form of a vial.

            It appeared to have some kind of light blue liquid in it. The light it emitted mesmerized her. It was as if her mind went completely blank. A few more steps and she was at the table. Lost in her trance, she subconsciously drank the mysterious liquid. It was only afterwards that the trance was lifted and she regained her senses. Only then did she realize what she had done.

            "Oh no." She said in a hushed tone. "Oh God. What did I just do?! What was that stuff?! I need to call Poison Control!"

            But before she could reach a phone, the liquid's effects already began taking effect. She clutched her stomach as it gurgled very loudly. Falling to her knees, she groaned as she felt goosebumps all over her body.

            I think I'm dying, she thought.

            Unbeknownst to her, she wasn't dying. Quite the opposite, in fact. She was getting younger. The wrinkles on her face and hands had vanished. The gray hairs were gone as well, but they didn't turn brown. Instead, they became blonde hairs, but then, the rest of her hair turned blonde, before cascading down her back. The "muffin top", the fat surrounding her stomach that she couldn't get rid of, melted away with only a few, long slurps.

            *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝𝑝*            *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝𝑝*            *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝𝑝*

            Just like that, she had the waist she wanted: An hourglass. Her stomach had become flat, but she was in no condition to celebrate. Next, her skin cleared as any and all imperfections on her body just faded into oblivion. As she continued to clutch her body, her fingernails suddenly elongated until they could only be described as the unmanicured talons of a bird. Her derriere and breasts, which were sagging in some areas, regained the very large shape and size of her younger days. If her daughter had come in at that moment, she would have seen her mother regressing in age. Eventually, the pain went away, and she could breathe easily again. Slowly getting to her feet, she stumbled, one step at a time, to her bathroom to get a good look at herself. Once she was at the mirror, she froze at the sight of her transformed face and body.

            She placed her unmanicured hands on her large mounds. They were as big as over-inflated beach balls. Next, she moved her hands to her rear end. She couldn't turn around to see the whole thing, but she could tell it had become quite wide. A quick turn to her side further cemented her fascination...fascination with herself. Her figure was made for lust and envy. She had gone from middle-aged and frumpy to young and gorgeous. Then, it finally dawned on her: Her daughter. What would she tell her? How would she explain her new appearance? Would she believe anything that she told her? Then suddenly...

            "Wait a minute. What am I thinking?" Even her voice was different: Young but almost haughty, prideful. "I--I--don't have to tell her anything. What I do is my business."

            The liquid she drank did more than make her young again. It also seemed to rewire her mind, making her behave like a typical teenage girl, albeit full of herself, narcissistic, and catty. It was still the girl's mother inside, but the liquid distorted her thinking. She actually thought and felt that she was a teenager again, and she was determined to make the most of it. There was no telling if the changes were permanent or temporary. Either way, she wasn't going to sit around, crying with regret. She was going to have some fun, the kind of fun she hadn't had in years. If her daughter started asking questions, then as far as she was concerned, that wasn't her problem. What daughter doesn't know, she thought, doesn't bother me... not anymore.

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.