An older story that Bela thought I should share here.
“Her name is Wendy,” Brian said, stroking the computer case. “Say, hello.”
“Hello, Wendy,” Adam said, addressing the machine.
An older story that Bela thought I should share here.
“Her name is Wendy,” Brian said, stroking the computer case. “Say, hello.”
“Hello, Wendy,” Adam said, addressing the machine.
Another old post from DA given new life here. Enjoy!
“Your mother is here,” Dylan said.
“Is she?” Samantha asked, turning to look in the direction he was facing. “Oh, there she is.”
Continued from Chapter 6.
Greyson woke up after hearing something falling over in his bedroom. His eyes peeked open and searched for the source of the sound. Ethan, dressed in his pajamas, was standing there frozen at the foot of Greyson’s bed. His brother’s eyes were focused on the floor in front of him.
Continued from Chapter 6.
Greyson drifted back into consciousness at a gradual comfortable pace. Nothing felt as though it were rushing him back into the world, and time seemed nonexistent in his mind. The world itself felt soft, like it was padded with cotton and foam. Greyson felt soft as well, as if all the hard edges had been sanded away from his life. There were no points anymore, no edges, no separations, only the smoothness of seamless rest.
Continued from Chapter 5.
Greyson didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to move, didn’t want to be here at all. He wanted to check out of reality altogether. Waking up had been a mistake, clearly. He yearned for some kind of unconsciousness.
“Come on, Greyson. Let’s get you cleaned up.” It was his mother. She was not about to let him sleep in. He could lie in bed doing nothing, but she would probably just carry him to the bathroom. He would rather not be carried, so he gathered up his courage and sat up to face the day.
Continued from Chapter 4.
Greyson woke up gently the next day. For the first time this week, he felt as though he had gotten a good night’s sleep—no nightmares, no waking up suddenly, just a night of rest.
He lay there in his bed, enjoying its warmth and softness, feeling almost content. For the moment, his worries had not yet caught up with him, and he was in no hurry to allow them back into his life. He consciously avoided looking around or trying to examine his body. He did notice that his ankle was no longer sore. He wondered how long he could lie there. How long until he had to face this new reality?
“Hey Dad, could you let Brian in at 5? We’re planning to meet up at home before heading out tonight, K thanks”
Mr. Simmons sighed as he read his daughter’s text. He was done with his daughter, Claire, dating Brian. There were so many red flags with her relationship: the fact that a senior in high school was dating a 22 year old man, the fact that Brian hadn’t been able to hold down a job for more than a year, the fact that Brian would disappear downtown for a weekend once per month. He had argued with his daughter countless times, pointing out all these danger signs, to break off the relationship. Claire, however, stated that, if she was old enough to vote, she was old enough to date anyone she wished.
Mr. Simmons was determined to fix this. He had visited the nearby mall earlier this week and happened to run into an old woman, claiming to have the solution to his problem. He glanced at the small glass vial that he had bought from him. He hoped that the liquid inside would perform the miracle that the old man had promised.
A banging on the door signaled someone’s arrival. Mr. Simmons walked over to find Brian standing in the doorway. The young man wore a black tank top, showing off his muscular arms that were filled with tattoos. His baggy dark jeans were the same color as his short, scraggly beard. He nodded in acknowledgement as Mr. Simmons led him inside.
“Would you like something to drink Brian?” Mr. Simmons asked as Brian went into the living room without taking off his shoes and laid on a couch, putting his feet on the pillow.
“I would enjoy it if you have anything that packs a punch, pops!” Brian exclaimed. “I’ll take some water for now though, wouldn’t want to get into an accident with your smokeshow of a daughter”
Mr. Simmons forced a smile and disappeared into the kitchen. He poured a glass of water from the sink. Before returning, he made sure to mix the “miracle” liquid into the drink. Luckily, the liquid was clear, preventing it from being detected by sight.
He walked back into the den and handed Brian the glass. Brian raised it for a mini toast, before chugging down the whole glass.
“Hey, Mr.Simmons,” Brian stared at the empty glass in confusion, “that water tasted strangely sweet. Did you put something else in-”
Brian’ voice trailed off as a feeling of nausea surged through his body. His movement trailed off in speed until his body froze in its position. He could neither move nor speak.
Mr. Simmons was caught off guard by how fast the potion had taken control. In fact, a majority of him was surprised that it had worked at all! He tried to remember back to what the old woman had said about what to do next.
“The potion will leave the recipient controllable,” Mr. Simmons recalled her saying. “Any command you say to him he will do. So, if you want him to break up with your daughter, all you have to do is tell him.”
Mr. Simmons thought about this option for a moment. It would be the simplest method for handling this situation. Brian would be out of Claire’s life, for her own betterment. There might be some heartbreak though, which Mr. Simmons really didn’t want his daughter to experience. He continued to think back on his talk with the old woman.
“One of the great side effects to this potion though isn’t about making him perform simple actions,” the old woman had also explained. “Anything you say to him about himself will come true. Your imagination is the limit with this one!”
Mr. Simmons had thought about this route and a plan of action had developed. To test if anything the old woman had said contained any merit, Mr. Simmons commanded, “Stand up.”
Brian stood up.
Brian sat down.
“Stand up again and jump.”
Brian stood up and jumped in place.
Now to test the other claim. “What color are your eyes?” Mr. Simmons asked Brian.
“My eyes are brown,” Brian replied in an emotionless tone.
“No, they are not,” Mr. Simmons countered. “They are hazel.”
A slight look of surprise made its way onto Brian’ face. He reached up and rubbed his eyes. After he opened them again, they were the color hazel.
“What color are your eyes?” Mr. Simmons asked again.
“My eyes are hazel,” Brian answered.
Mr. Simmons was delighted. The old woman had been speaking the truth! It was time to execute his plan. Hopefully this way no one would get truly hurt.
“Brian,” Mr. Simmons began, thinking through the questions he wanted to ask him, “where did you grow up?”
“I grew up in the heart of the city,” Brian shared in his monotone voice. “Poverty, drugs, and crime were around me at all times. I wear these tattoos as reminders of all the things I went through. I did what I had to do to help me and my fam survive.”
“That’s a nice story and all,” Mr. Simmons replied, “but you grew up in the suburbs, sheltered and safe from any harm.“
Bewilderment struck Brian as he realized that that was true. The tattoos on his arms began to fade and erase themselves from existence. The scars and scraps around his body that occurred from his upbringing healed themselves. His tank top grew sleeves and became a t-shirt, while his baggy jeans became black denim pants
“Where did you grow up?” he asked again.
“I grew up in a single family home in the suburbs, close enough to experience the benefits of city life but far enough away to not have to deal with the rough nights. It was very similar to a place like this.”
“Very good,” Mr. Simmons continued on to his next question. “Who are your parents?”
“My father is Darren Porter, a detective in the precinct and an informant for the Hernandez gang. My mother is Maria Birch. She’s a real estate agent. They got divorced when I was 5, my father lives downtown while my mother lives in Georgia with her new husband and step-children”
“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re incorrect again,” Mr. Simmons stated. “Your parents are Bruce and Victoria Collins. They are also good friends of mine and my wife.”
In response to these words, a ripple of changes surged through Brian’ body. His short, stubby black hair grew out and fashioned into a comb-over. It also lightened, turning into a light brown. The bones of his face rearranged themselves to correctly match up with his new Italian origins. He thinned slightly, and gained about an inch in height.
As the changes neared their end, Mr. Simmons spoke again. “Who are your parents?”
“My father is Bruce Collins. He works at a local law firm, along with my mother Victoria Collins. You already knew that since they live next door.” Brian answered.
Mr. Simmons nodded. “Enough about talking about your background, let’s talk about you currently. I don’t mean to sound rude, but what sex are you?”
Brian gave the monotone reply of “I am male”.
“Are you sure? Because Bruce and Victoria Collins have only one daughter.”
Once again, a surge of changes blasted Brian’s body. Sleek and silky light brown hair tumbled down onto her upper back. Her face rounded out its previous angular edges, shaving off her beard. Her lips puffed out as her teeth straightened and brightened. Her nose narrowed and her bushy eyebrows scalped themselves into a more slender form. A dark red eyeliner and lipstick applied themselves onto the new feminine landmarks.
Lower, her body shrank almost a full foot, for the 6’ 2” frame she had before didn’t seem correct. Her powerful arms and mighty core dwindled in power, for strength was something she was never interested in achieving,her body instead transformed into an hourglass shape, due to her hips cracking outwards and waist pinching inwards. Upwards, her breasts swelled into large D cups and the collar of the t-shirt widened to show her cleavage.
The black t-shirt shrank to fit her size and a burgundy flannel formed over the t-shirt. The black denim pants wrapped her legs and moved upwards to form high waisted jeans. Underneath, her legs became thinner and shaved off any pesky leg hair. Her thighs thickened, forcing her groin to reshape and properly match the rest of her body. Her butt ballooned and pushed against the jeans. Her work boots stripped all its materials away until it became a pair of black high heels. Her hands smoothed out, while her fingers grew narrow and dainty. Her fingernails became manicured and painted a burgundy color to match her flannel. A gold necklace appeared and dipped low, almost touching the prominent breasts beneath it.
Mr. Simmons tried to keep himself from staring. “What sex are you?”
“I am female,” she answered, this time in a voice much softer and higher, although it kept its monotone nature.
“If you don’t mind me asking, where do you live?” Mr. Simmons questioned.
“I live in a small apartment downtown,” she replied. “I love its location near all the restaurants and bars. I frequently spend my nights roaming from club to club, hanging out with friends and strangers alike.”
“That sounds like a nice dream and all, but you can’t afford to live downtown. You still live with your parents, especially because you recently graduated from college and still in the process of finding a job”
Brian looked shocked for a moment, before falling into a state of realization and slight disappointment. She remembered she had recently started working as an intern at her parents law-firm. She also had started house sitting on the side to have her own money which was why she was currently at Mr.Simmons house, Mr.Simmons had hired her to take care of Claire while he was going out for a dinner with Ms.Simmons. And so, her dark lipstick and eyeliner faded away, her black t-shirt and flannel got replaced with a plain white t-shirt with a light blue sweater over it. Her black jeans turned white while her hair tied itself up in a ponytail,leaving behind a more typical outfit for house sitting. Yes, they were simple, but Brian really didn’t care.
“Where do you live?” Mr. Simmons repeated.
“I live right next door, with my parents Bruce and Victoria Collins,” she answered correctly
“Yes, yes. Hold on…” Mr. Simmons paused for a moment, selling the role, “I don’t think I ever caught your name, young lady. What is it?”
“My name is Brian Collins.”
“Umm, I don’t think that is right,” Mr. Simmons stated, puzzled. “I recall my neighbors naming their daughter Hailey Collins.”
She stared in total disbelief, until she finally came to terms with it.
“What is your name?” Mr. Simmons asked for the final time.
“My name is Hailey Collins, your next door neighbor” said Hailey
“Of course! How foolish of me,” Mr. Simmons answered with a chuckle. “I will let you wait for Claire to return home alone. I’m sure you two have some sort of plans for this evening.”
About ten minutes later, Claire flew in the front door to find Hailey waiting for her in the den.
“What is the plan for tonight?” Claire yelled enthusiastically.
“I was gonna propose watching a film?” Hailey said
“Sound like fun” said Claire, “Let me go upstairs and drop-off my bag”
“Guess that was only a temporary fix,” Mr. Simmons thought to himself. “Without dealing with the problem itself, all I am doing is going from the frying pan and into the fire.”
“Well fuck” Mary exclaimed as she shut off her laptop, “I might as well be the only person who has failed school during the pandemic”
Mary Hammonds was in no way dumb or stupid; she was just one of many people who had a deficient attention span and got distracted easily, other than that, she was quite above average in intellect. She was in her senior year and she had just failed her physics class due to not listening to the class for the whole semester therefore not being able to complete the exam she had forgotten about.
She got up from her chair and jumped on her bed to nap her emotions away. As she laid on the bed she looked at the mirror in her closet, Mary was what many would describe as a stick, she was super thin and was in shape but she had no assets such as big boobs or a big bubble butt which was what many boys found attractive.
“Mary, come down here immediately”
It was Julie, her “mother” but Julie was just the young and attractive wife of her father. After the death of her mother, both Mary and her father felt empty, both of them spent nights crying alone. While Mary continued having problems about losing her mother, her father got over it faster and met a girl named Julie. Julie was only 6 years older than Mary who was 18 at the time and half the age of her father which bothered Mary. She was understanding of her father’s choice; not everyone mourns the same way and pace, her only problem was that Julie was the human embodiment of the term “Bimbo”. She had platinum blond straight hair that reached down to her large silicone breast that Mary guessed was around triple D, her ass was so large she kept hitting and breaking vases and glasses, her waist was even thinner than Mary’s waist, who was underweight and thin by default. The only reason Mary kept up with her was that she believed Julie to be way too simple-minded to have and malicious intent for her and her father.
She got up and headed out of her room, as she was going down the stairs, her eyes slid to the photo frames of her late mother and old family photos. She remembered the day her mother took her to the village in France she grew up in, it was soo long ago that she could not even remember the name. It was a town in the middle of a forest, in many ways it looked like a medieval village with a few dozen huts, everybody knew her mom and they were all like a family. There was especially this old lady that she remembered vividly, she looked like what she always thought the grandma in the red riding hood looked like. She had given her a locket during her mother’s funeral. Now that she thought about it, she never looked at what was inside the locket.
“Mary are you coming, I don’t have much patience left,” said Julie while looking at her from the end of the stairs, “I have something urgent to tell you”
“Yes I’m coming,” said Mary, “What is it that is so important that you wanted to tell me”
Julie took a few paces before she started talking, as she moved, her boobs and ass bobbed non-stop, “So Mary, the thing is this, I have come to the decision to leave your father because he doesn’t have the things I need to be fulfilled”
Mary froze, at first, she was happy, the women who reminded her of her dead mother and also the fact that she lacked everything that would make her “sexy” in the eyes of the boys at school, would finally go but then she thought about her father, he did really like Julie for some reason and she did not think her father would be at a very good spot after Julie left.
“What’s wrong with my father, he is the nicest and the sweetest man and father ever, he even paid for your latest boob job” exclaimed Mary, “Just because we are economically struggling does not mean you have the right to just leave because he can’t pay for more surgeries”
“Oh sweet Mary, how innocent you are,” said Julie as she cupped her enormous boobs, “A woman needs to be pleased and your father’s little crayon can’t compete with my new boyfriends’ tree trunk”
Mary just stood still, she could not comprehend the fact that she was so self-absorbed that she can’t even have empathy for her father or even Mary.
“Just leave, you have no right or reason to be here anymore”
It had been 2 hours since Julie had left, as Mary sat there thinking to herself, she heard a knock on the door, it must have been her father.
“Honey, I’m home, where is Mar…….oh hi Mary, how are you?” said her father in his usual cheery tone, as he took off his coat and hanged it on the hanger.
“Dad, she left, she won’t be back,” said Mary with actual worry in her heart, a worry of how her father would react, “She said you could not fulfill her need so she left you for another man”
Mr.Hammonds was a simple man, his goal in life was to be happy and nothing more. He studied hard and met the love of his life in college. He graduated to be a lawyer in a local law firm and married his soulmate. They had a very happy marriage and it only got better when they had a daughter which became one of the most important parts of their lives. Mary was their jewel and their heart. Sadly their happiness was cut short 3 years ago when Mary’s mother died in a car crash while driving home from work. The rest of the story is what you already know.
“That’s alright, as long as I have you, I’m fine,” said Mr.Hammonds, as much as he was trying to hide it, Mary could hear his voice cracking, “I’m gonna go and lay down, had a hard day at work today”
“Ok dad, rest well,” said Mary, “see you at dinner”
As Mr.Hammonds went to his room, so did Mary. As she was got in bed again, she remembered the locket, it was probably inside her accessory drawer. As she opened the drawer, she saw that the locket was sitting inside.
The locket was made of silver, on the edges of it were small crystal-like gems that she could not discern if they were real or not. As she opened the locket, she came face to face with a black and white photo of herself but with closer inspection, she realized that it was not herself but her mother. She was like a mirror reflection of her mother with a few differences like their noses or the shapes of their eyes. She guessed that this photo was probably taken before her mother went to college and met her father. Under the photo, was engraved writing that she could not read but she was able to recognize the writing to be in Latin.
She opened a translator from the web and typed the letters she saw. The engraving was one-word “mutatio” and meant change or alteration. As Mary read the word, the amulet started to glow bright blue to a point that Mary could not see her surroundings. She closed her eyes and shielded them as a reflex and when the light got dimmer, she opened her eyes.
She saw no difference around, everything was the same and she was fine and not hurt, the locket however had disappeared and the computer screen no longer had the translation site.
On the screen with golden bold letters “THE ALTERER” was written and under it was writing that read as:
Welcome to THE ALTERER, the creation of the masters of change. The Alterer has adapted itself to the circumstances of the time it was activated, if you have a problem and would like to change it please go to the settings and change it as you please. You currently have the power to alter reality within a certain boundary and your changes will not be noticed unless you want them to be noticed. Every change you make will warp reality accordingly. The rules are;
1)You can’t create or destroy life
2)You can not bring back those who have passed away
3)You can not cause harm in any direct way.
4)You can not enslave other
5)You can not stop or speed-up time
6)You can not inform others of the existence of THE ALTERER
If you abide by the rules of change, so shall you be The Changer.
Under the writing were two buttons, one which said “I accept” and the other said, “I reject”. Mary being dumbstruck but intrigued by what was happening clicked “I accept”. When she pressed the button, the screen went black and a box appeared:
“Please enter The Changers name:”
As she hits enter, a new box popped up:
“Please insert target”
“Insert target?, what does that mean,” said Mary, “Umm, let’s type my name I guess”
As she pressed enter, she got terrified by what she saw, on the screen there was a spinning 3D version of her, the model was wearing her current outfit of an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants. Near the model was a menu with different subheadings:
-Mind and History
She clicked on “Head” and the computer zoomed in on her head and more options appeared under the menu:
– Facial Hair
– Facial Structure
She clicked on hair and more options came up:
She clicked on “Color” and a color slider appeared, she had always wanted to be a ginger so she changed her dark brown hair to a vibrant copper color, then she moved to “Length” and made it so that her hair was waist length and then she clicked on “Type” and made herself have curly hair. She looked at her 3D model and was amazed by how good she looked. Then she noticed a box at the bottom of the screen which read “Press enter to proceed with the changes”
She clicked the box and another box popped up:
“Any special requests? if any please type below and then click proceed. If no requests are present click proceed without doing anything else”
Mary thought about if she wanted to add anything and decided to make it so that her hair always stayed healthy and in peak quality and then pressed enter.
The moment she pressed it, she started feeling a slight aching from her scalp, she got up and went to her mirror if there was a tick in her hair but what she saw was more surprising, her hair was growing rapidly. She usually had her hair at shoulder length but now her hair had reached her chest area and continued growing while they starting curling up, the next thing she noticed was that the dark brown was more of a chestnut color now and was getting lighter and lighter as a little ginger hair strands started increasing in number. And with the blink of an eye, she now had luscious ginger hair in curls and reaching her waist. She could not believe it, she quickly took a photo with her phone and as she did that, memories of having ginger hair started surfacing in her mind on top of the memories of brown hair. When she opened her camera roll to see the picture, she saw that in every photo of herself she had on her phone, she had curly ginger hair. Thousands of ideas appeared in her mind, she could make herself better in her eye, and could also make her dad’s life better too, as she thought about her father, an idea popped into her mind.
She sat back in her chair and went back to the first menu where she had typed the target of change, she deleted her name and typed:
The same menus appeared and she clicked on “Location”, a map appeared on the screen which showed where Julie was, she clicked on her marker and a box appeared which had her location written on it. Mary deleted the written location and typed:
“The Changers room”
As she pressed enter, the same box which she wrote her special request in appeared, she thought about what to write, because she would have a hard time messing with her if Julie freaked out, she decided to type:
“Julie Walters is easy to faint when scared and won’t wake up for an hour”
Then she clicked proceed, she immediately turned behind to see Julie apparate from thin air, as she appeared she franticly looks around before fainting on to Mary’s bed.
“Time to make some changes,” said Mary as she returned back to the computer, “Now, let’s start by making sure you suffer within the boundaries of the system”
She clicked on mind and history to be greeted by a long text which had all of Julie’s memories written down as well as things she didn’t know such as how she had a twin brother but she ate him in the womb while both of them were still growing organisms. Mary first started by editing her memories. The new Julie Walters was not a poor college girl who married rich men to have plastic surgeries, the new Julie Walters was the daughter of a rich family who disowned her after she failed school and she started working as a maid. Mary deleted every bit of Julie’s memory about getting laid with men and using their money on her boobs, she instead replaced them with memories of learning how to clean, cook and take care of people while also having no sexual or romantic life. Mary essentially turned Julie The Golddigger into Julie The Maid. Then she wrote more new memories about how Mary and her father were the only people to hire her and therefore how grateful she was to them. Mary was fueled by anger while typing but she still had sanity and reason so she made sure to type that Julie was being paid a decent salary and that she was in no way on the edge of being broke, but she also added the fact that Julie was still paying college debt and she will continue paying for a long time. After she was done with her backstory, she clicked enter and then proceeded to see what had changed and what required more changing.
As she looked at Julie, Julie’s platinum blond hair started turning dark brown and shortened itself to shoulder length before being fashioned into a messy bun. Comically, Julie’s breasts, lips, and ass started deflating like balloons to the point that her body was close to being identical to Mary’s besides the fact that Julie was just a little curvier and taller. As Mary continued watching, she noticed that fat from Julie’s thighs started to move towards her upper body and disappear under the dress that currently looked too big for her. Her blue skin-tight dress with a large V cut to bring out her old boobs started to loosen up and divide into two pieces. The upper piece started to turn into a plain white shirt with long sleeves as buttons started appearing from the front, during this process Mary noticed that Julie was wearing very fancy lingerie which was now shrinking into a plain B cup white bra which then got covered by the shirt as it started to button up on its own. The lower part of the dress increased in length and turned to form a black pencil skirt to go with the shirt. Finally, her stilettos heels shrank as they become a pair of black kitten heel shoes. Mary was too busy looking at her clothes to notice that Julie’s face had also started to change in which her nose became larger and puffy, her eyebrows became a tad bit bushy and her lips were almost impossible to see now that all the filler had gone away.
Mary stood in shock as Julie had gone through a drastic change but she still felt like there was some space for more changes so she returned to her PC and looked through what else she could do, there were too many choices, she could make simple changes like height and weight and on top of that she could even give her a penis or make her deaf but she had a better idea. She wanted to make Julie feel what she felt when she came home with giant boobs and ass. Therefore her final edits were lowering her from B cup to AA cup and also adding a little bit of fat to her body. As she clicked to proceed and looked back at Julie, not much chained, the bump on her chest due to her boobs went down and she gained more fat in certain areas. Then she carried her outside to see that the room that they used as an office was now were their maid Julie slept, she put her on her bed and left.
Proud of what she did, she moved on to the second part of her plan, turning herself into someone which the new Julie would envy. She returned to the main menu and typed her name again to begin her evolution. She was happy with her hair so she did not do more edits on it but she had different ideas for her face, she didn’t want to change her eyes because they reminded her of her mother, so she instead changed her nose to be more slender and her lips to be more full but she made sure to not overdo it and make it look fake. As she clicked enter, once again the box popped up and she made sure to give herself dimples and freckles to go with her ginger hair. As she got up to watch the change, she saw her nose thinning as she felt a slight decrease in the amount of air she usually inhales, her lips start getting fuller and more voluptuous as memories of mastery over make-up also started flowing into her mind. Then she noticed the freckles slowly appearing on her face as she felt a weird tingling on her cheeks which she later noticed was her face adjusting to having dimples. As the changes ended, she noticed that a make-up table had appeared in her room full of makeup supplies.
She was in love with what she had done and this was just the beginning, her next step was to make her body into the body many would die to have. Her first order of business was to redistribute a portion of her fat in her waist to her chest which made her 3D model have a decent B cup but she knew she could do better so she went ahead and gave herself G cups which were 1 cup bigger than Julie’s and tripled their sensitivity. She didn’t want to have back problems so she made sure that her back muscles would be strong enough to never cause her any pain. her next step was to move on to her butt because her waist was already incredibly thin because of the redistribution she did. She made her butt bigger than what Julie’s used to be just to torture her more. Then she moved on to her thighs which she made to match her great ass. Lastly, she wanted to give herself some muscle which she did on top of making changes to her past manually so that she is the captain of her schools’ volleyball team. She pressed enter and the familiar box popped up once again, she had nothing else to add but purely for her enjoyment, she tripled her sex drive.
As she pressed proceed, her first change was the sudden burst of estrogen and the arousal and orgasm that came with it, she found herself on the floor as her body was burning up. She felt tingling on her chest as her mosquito bites called boobs started growing rapidly, she could feel them fill with fat as her nerves and nipples became more sensitive to the touch. She looked down at her sweatshirt to see that it no longer was oversized and fit her perfectly as the sweatshirts’ shoulders disappeared and it started to become a tube top as more and more of her perfectly thin waist and toned abs became visible. She saw her nipples erect like never before as her right went inside the tube top to cup one of her breasts as her other hand went down her pants and started rubbing her clit which had tightened and increased in sensitivity to accommodate her transformation. The blood and adrenaline rush did not end as her next change began, her ass started swelling up and becoming more full and round while memories of sexual encounters started filling her mind, she remembered the night she lost her virginity to Brian, the so-called sex king of the school and the captain of the basketball team who could not even make her climax, she remembered giving many blowjobs, telling her father she was over at Stacy’s studying while she was having her first of many threesomes, she remembered the night she spent discovering her sexuality while making out with Stacy, her girlfriend after volleyball practice. Flashing memories and feelings of orgasms, kisses, cocks ramming into her, her pussy stretching to its limits, her body filling with cum, having sex day after day, these only made her hornier as she started to masturbate harder and harder to the point that she felt all the muscles in her body cramp as everything came to a stop.
“Babe, are you ok?” said Stacy with genuine worry, “I don’t know what kind of genes god gave you or you inherited from your parents but your orgasms never end and I keep getting scared that you are having a heart attack”
“No, I’m ok, I’m just exhausted,” said Mary, new memories continuing to flush into her mind.
She was no longer living with her dad but with Stacy, in an apartment they had rented, this way they would always be together and always be there for each other, it also came with its sexual benefits of teasing one another during online classes and having sex afterward, it was a good thing she kept her smarts because she didn’t want to be a total bimbo and do nothing except sex. Of course, her change brought a few advantages to her future, she passed the class she had failed by giving her teacher some naughty pictures and she had also secured a job as a secretary in the firm her father worked in. She was at the balance of bombshell and genius, or so she thought.
New memories continued appearing in her mind, memories about how she came home late on many occasions due to her sexual activities and how her father got mad over and over, how she missed countless family dinners with cousins and aunts just to have more sex, how she embarrassed her father when she was caught having a foursome in a park during daylight, how she, the person her father cared about the most had broken his heart more than Julie ever did. She felt empty, the estrogen and adrenaline flowing through her veins were still at their peak but she felt nothing. She got up from the bed to go to the computer and delete everything she had written but the computer was in no shape to work. She didn’t know if she hit it while her transformation was taking place or during her sex session with Stacy but the computer was in ruins and so was her feelings
Continued from Chapter 3.
When Greyson and Ethan entered the house, they discovered that Stephen was not alone in the kitchen.
“James!” Greyson said, pausing by the door, stunned by the sight of Stephen’s big brother. And, that was an accurate word to describe him, big. Already taller and beefier than the average man, he seemed even larger now from Greyson’s 11-year-old perspective, rivaling even the largest linebackers he knew.
Continued from Chapter 2.
Greyson dreamed of himself as an adult. He was standing in a locker room in front of a full-body mirror, totally naked. He flexed. He turned, taking in his athletic body from different angles, admiring it. Then, he relaxed and stood still, but somehow, his reflection kept moving without him—flexing, posing, showing off. He felt his perspective dropping. When he looked down, he could see his body shrinking, losing muscle mass, body hair, maturity. He looked back at his reflection. It had not changed at all. It was still adult, still flexing and posing. It seemed to be mocking him now, taunting him with what he had lost. He balled his young fists and thumped them against the glass that separated his adulthood and childhood. His little hands bounced off weakly, ineffectively. He pounded them again and again as his perspective fell even lower, his old body appearing like a giant to him now. Suddenly, the glass cracked. Then, it exploded into a million fragments, and he flinched away from the shower of sharp edges.
It amazing to dream a child life