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Hello reader. So you want to be in one of my stories, eh? Sounds good to me, but I'll need some information first. What's your name: (input-box:2bind $Name,"===XXXX===","Put name") How tall are you? (input-box:2bind $Height,"=XX=","How tall? Put in form of Ft'in") What is your hair color? (input-box:2bind $HairColor,"===XXXX===","Hair color") What is your eye color? (input-box:2bind $EyeColor,"===XXXX===","Eye color") What is your body type? (dropdown: 2bind $BodyType,"Skinny","Fit","Fat") [[Next->Story options]]

Perfect! Now that I know a little about you we can proceed with setting you into a story... but which one will you choose? [[Even Witches Are Fans (Taylor Swift)->Taylor Swift]] [[The Perfect Dance (Emiru)->The Perfect Dance]] [[Cursed by the thread (Bryce Dallas Howard)->Cursed By The Thread]] [[500 Watcher Special (Neekolul)->500 Watcher Special]] [[Asshole Wizard Roomate (Corrina Kopf)->Asshole Roomate]]

It was a rather ordinary day, really… the city bustling as usual. $Name was on a walk, scanning the groups of people that he walked by, the individuals chatting, giggling, and raving loudly about how exciting the Taylor Swift concert would be. Honestly, $Name didn’t even know that Taylor Swift was- “Hey! Come here!” $Name's arm was very abruptly and randomly taken hold of by a woman that definitely didn’t pass him by as he was torn across to the building side of the sidewalk and placed in front of a crying little girl that looked to be maybe ten years old and decked out in Swifty gear. The little girl's shirt read “I love Taylor Swift” with a picture of the pop star's face cut out and pasted crudely after. It was clearly homemade. “It’s okay honey… you know what? We’re about to meet Taylor right now.” Said the woman who grabbed $Name as she consoled what had to be her daughter. The woman was a rather portly-looking lady, her chubby cheeks rosy and pink from exertion or stress, probably both. Confused, $Name looked back at the streams of people that passed, wondering if any of them saw the woman grab him, looking for confirmation that the event was undoubtedly as weird as it felt… “What’s going on?” $Name finally asked. The woman quickly returned her attention to him as she stopped consoling and got uncomfortably close. She exhaled loudly and looked at $Name stoically like she’d pulled aside strangers a thousand times before and said. “Really sorry about this.” And jabbed her small sausage-looking finger quickly and forcefully into his cheek. $Name flinched back as it connected, his face tingling like he’d just been stabbed with a mild numbing agent as he reactively brought a hand to his stubbled cheek. “What the….” $Name would’ve finished with “hell,” but his jaw was trembling, his teeth clicking together as it began to move on its own “Mmmmm,” *click* *click* $Name groaned as his jaw was drawn back while his chin remained rather prominent. $Name's face undulated and shifted as he latched on lightly with both hands, his fingertips running over the rough stubble that, with each pass, became less and less present until his skin was left smooth. “Ah!” $Name gasped softly. $Name looked at the woman who stood close with her hands on her hips, watching $Name. Even the little girl was wiping away her tears as her eyes came to rest in relief on him. $Name shuffled his feet in place with his hands still on his face like he was tethered to the floor as he moved his mouth in shock and protest, but no words managed to come out. $Name's lips suddenly pursing to a pout as he felt them swell. The shifting on $Name's face was getting more extreme, his cheekbones rising and forming Cherub-like bubbles as parts of his face puffed and flattened. *snap!* *crunch!* *crackle* It sounded so loud to $Name, the sounds of his nose reshaping itself as it narrowed and shrunk, upturning at the end to form a round little bulb with pristine symmetry. “Ehhh!” $Name's cute mouth twisted in fright as he felt his eyes stretch wider, the tickle of his lashes felt with each blink as they lengthened to accentuate his foxy eyes. ‘What. Is. Happening!’ $Name screamed internally as he still couldn’t bring himself to run or shout. Everything felt so unfamiliar as he roamed his face with his hands: his skin so soft, his nose so small, his lips so kissable and plump with a weight he’d never had. Even his eyebrows were moving, the muscles shifting, leaving his brow feeling softer and less strong as the hair tapered to thin, blonde arches. *Crunch* Pain pounded through $Name as his head rounded, followed by the pleasant feeling of his ears scaling down. ‘Ow…’ $Name cringed as he grabbed his smaller feeling head. “Mom, he looks weird.” The girl said suddenly “Don’t worry, baby. You know mommy’s magic takes some time to work. This guy will 100% look like Taylor Swift in no time at all, I bet he’s even starting to feel like her” ‘Magic?! Taylor swift?! I’m turning into Taylor Swift!?’ $Name's mind reeled. Did that mean his entire face had changed into hers?! $Name looked around for anything to peer into to see his reflection and found it in the form of a steel pole that revealed exactly as he feared! $Name's reflection was distorted and stretched, but he could make out plump kissable lips, bright blue eyes, and a beautiful visage that twisted and turned with him as he stared in disbelief at himself, and it wasn’t even over! In the pole, $Name could see his hair changing, (if: $HairColor is "Blonde")[as he felt his bangs start to creep down over his forehead with a tickle.] (else:) [its $HairColor color being washed over with dirty blonde streaks as he felt his bangs start to creep down over his forehead with a tickle.] “Excuse me, Taylor?” $Name's head swung in the direction of the woman, his hair still growing as it began to drape over his ears. “Can you tell us what it’s like to tour all over the world?” Her words came with a punch to $Name's throat, it wasn’t a physical punch, but that’s what it felt like as $Name's neck slimmed and lengthened incredibly fast, his hair starting to hang at his chin as he grabbed his throat and was forced to speak with a flood of information that entered his brain. “Oh, my god. Let me tell you, touring is soooo much fun with all the cool places I get to visit and fans I get to meet like the two of you, and being able to perform in front of so many people all over the world is a dream come true.” $Name answered passionately and with a valley-girl-like inflection. $Name's voice matched Taylor’s exactly as his soft dirty blonde hair grew to his shoulders. $Name gasped at his response and looked panicked at the woman who started his transformation to begin with. “See, baby. Go ahead and ask her anything, and she’ll answer just like Taylor, even though she looks a little strange at the moment.” ‘What are you doing to me!’ $Name was angry, his mind screaming what his voice could not as he furrowed his brow in resentment of the portly woman. *cccccrack!* $Name's wide shoulders rattled before snapping inward to narrow while below his neck, a sharp collar bone rose to prominence. ‘Shit! No!’ $Name's diminished frame was only half his problem. (if: $BodyType is "Fit") [ Any puffy muscle $Name had atrophying with a smooth deflation of his limbs and chest to make his torso look waifish and androgynous.] (if: $BodyType is "Fat")[ His chunky arms applying an magical liposuction with the smooth deflation of his limbs and chest to make his torso look waifish and androgynous.] (if: $BodyType is "Skinny" ) [His already muscless arms gaining a soft layer of fat to make them soft and supple to the touch] “Taylor?” The little girl began. $Name's ears perked up at the name again, even though he was sure it wasn’t his. “Can you tell me what it’s like to be famous?” she asked. $Name shut his eyes tight in resistance as the answer to such a question pushed to the forefront of his mind. $Name remembered her time as a young girl and how she worked extremely hard to break into music. When she’d finally done it, everything changed. With the newfound information, $Name's foxy blue eyes snapped open, and he answered the girl with a smile. “ Being famous is, haha, an experience… You get followed around by people who want to take pictures of you all the time and ask you questions, but my favorite part about all of it is that I get to entertain and make music and inspire girls like you.” The little girl smiled at $Name's answer as his faded. The disturbing fact that not only was his body changing, but his mind was as well left a pit in $Name's stomach that rose into his chest. ‘Fuck, no! I don’t want to be Tay-!’ *SNAP!* An internal snap flexed $Name's lower back forward while that feeling in his chest made his nipples engorge and grow, his areola widening as the two pierced into his shirt with very noticeable bumps that left him a little embarrassed as he spoke unconsciously while covering his chest with his arms. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why my chest is…” ‘No no no!’ $Name shut himself up as quickly as he started speaking. ‘I’m growing tits! Tits I’m not supposed to have!’ $Name's mind was split between his true self and the pop star. The lines blurred between what was normal and what wasn’t as he struggled even now, watching the bumps grow and squish into his skinny arms that were rapidly becoming hairless and sensitive like his perky growing breasts. $Name's heart was pounding as his hands underwent a slimming and shrinking change in contrast to his inflating chest as his palms shrank while his fingers lengthened and grew out long glossy nails. “Don’t worry Taylor, we’re all girls here, but it was hardly noticeable with the outfit you’ve got on.” ‘Outfit? What was she talking about, outfit?! $Name was wearing a regular old black t…’ Unbelievably, $Name's black shirt was brightening it’s soft cotton turning to a more rough and firm material as the sleeves traveled down his skinny arms and became big and loose, the collar of his shirt parting as it gained a set of buttons down the center and billowed out in a loose-fitting, short hemmed button down. $Name pulled apart the collar of his shirt to see the fleshy B-cup breasts jutting from his chest, now even supported by a small bra. “Taylor, I’ve got a question.” The portly mother started. ‘No! No more questions, please!!’ $Name begged mentally as he could feel his waist tightening as she began, the skin around it pulling tight as his sides began to curve to accentuate his toned and fit tummy. “Who’s been your favorite boyfriend that you’ve had so far?” the woman asked. ‘Ehhhh…. Boyfriend?...’ The thought of his - ahh! Taylors ex’s started to pollute $Name's mind. There were quite a few of them… Joe Jonas, Harry Styles, Taylor Lautner, Tom Hiddleston, each with their own charms and skills that he really liked… *POP* In $Name's musing, his hips popped wider making him jostle and panic slightly as the cool breeze of the city began to caress his legs in an ascendant fashion, more and more of it chilling him as it climbed. A quick glance down showed $Name's pants crawling up his hairy legs to his mid-thigh, where they became rather roomy dark blue shorts. While $Name's mind continued to search for an answer to the woman's question—kisses, vacations… more sensual times… just thinking about it made $Name feel giddy enough to rock his hips from side to side in lustful reminiscence. It was enough to make him har-*SHLURP* //wet// as he settled on a certain someone. “Oh, I dunno, really…” $Name said coyly, running his hands down soft smooth thighs that were getting softer with supplemented fat, his ass swelling into a perky heart shape that was modestly hidden by his large shorts. “I think I really liked other Taylor the best. Taylor Lautner, you know who I mean.” (if: $Height is "5'0"or "5'1" or "5'2" or "5'3" or "5'4" or "5'5" or "5'6" or "5'7" or "5'8" or "5'9") [$Name's legs stretched upward as he gained inches of height, the rest of his legs slimming in contrast to his thicker thighs] (if: $Height is "5'11" or "6'0" or "6'1" or "6'2" or "6'3" or "6'4" or "6'5" or "6'6" or "6'7" or "6'8" or "6'9" or "6'10" or "6'11" or "7'0" ) [ $Name's legs condenced as his height was brought closer to the floor in sharp snaps, the rest of his legs slimming in contrast to his thicker thighs] (if: $Height is "5'10")[The rest of his legs slimmed] while his feet shrank into open-toed sandals that had taken the place of his regular sneakers. Not that $Name even realized he was wearing sneakers at this point anymore. <img alt="Taylor Swift" src="images/TaylorSwift.PNG"/> “Can this Taylor come to our house Mommy?” The young girl asked, which made $Name chuckle slightly at her forwardness. The mother put her hands on her hips before giving the little girl her answer. “You know Mommy can’t move the obscuring bubble, and this Taylor will need to be returned to normal eventually…”

$Name was about to fall victim to one of mankind’s greatest weaknesses, peer pressure. His friends have been relentless in their pursuit to have him download TikTok. With its promise of thicc beautiful women and endless funny videos, $Name would finally cave. On an extremely boring day, $Name was hanging out on his couch, and the thought of finally downloading TikTok on his phone was on his mind… so he did. He watched the little musical note become a clickable box on his phone and excitedly tapped into it. After activating his account, he entered the endless sea of content that was TikTok. $Name quickly experienced the wide array of trends that he’d been missing out on, the “big bank” challenge for girls with big asses and the “cereal challenge,” where you’d use someone’s mouth as a bowl for your cereal to name a couple. $Name's favorite challenges, though, were always the dancing ones. He was especially impressed with this girl named Emiru who did these awesome dances in a bunny suit. $Name watched Emiru for hours, and when he finally took a break from TikTok, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Feeling especially inspired, he decided it was his time to shine as he positioned his camera in the perfect spot to capture himself. Doing his best to remember the moves, he started to dance… ‘Left foot, right foot, sway your hips, swing your arms, and… pose.’ After some attempts, he opened his videos to review… “Ugh, this doesn’t look right at all,” $Name grumbled as he watched himself. He simply looked weird. His $Height frame moving around doing a bunch of “cute” moves just didn’t look natural. $Name wasn’t going to give up, though. He positioned the phone again for another take. ‘Left foot, right foot, sway your hips, swing your arms, and… pose.’ $Name jogged up to his phone, shirt and pants hanging quite loosely on his body. It was time for another review. $Name watched the take. In the video, it could be clearly seen that while he was dancing, he was shrinking into his clothes. His pants bunched up at his feet as he danced. His shirt became more like a dress with sleeves that swallowed his shrinking arms, and the collar drooped down as he lost height and his chest shrunk. $Name paid no mind to all that but was immensely concerned with how bad the shot was. There was so much extra space in the room! He thought he set it up perfectly, but then why was there so much unoccupied space?! He would have to go again. He set up the phone again, making sure the shot was centered and that his body took up the most space in the frame. ‘Left foot, right foot, sway your hips, swing your arms, and…pose.’ $Name readjusted the bunny ears on his head as they had shifted while he was dancing. He walked toward and grabbed his phone to review. He watched himself, seeing his old clothes morph and swim around his body as he danced. His pants thinning to sheer tights, his shirt wrapping under his crotch and over his ass as it formed into a black corset/leotard while bunny ears grew out of the top of his head and part of his old shirt split and wrapped itself around his neck and wrists to form the cuffs and collar with a bow tie respectively. Finishing with his shoes morphing into heels, pushing his head out of frame. “Ugh, another problem with the shot?!” $Name asked, upset. He was positive he properly accounted for his heels when he started dancing but must’ve been mistaken. At least his outfit looked cute. “We go again,” he set up his phone on the tripod, which he bought specifically for these videos, made sure the shot was absolutely perfect, and started to dance again. ‘Left foot, right foot, sway your hips, swing your arms, and… pose.’ $Name took a deep breath. She was starting to get a bit hot and bothered with her leotard rubbing against her pussy and her ass jiggling while she danced. Then again, it could also be all the hair she had as she pushed some out of her face and adjusted the leotard at the hips. Hopefully, she’d be happy with this one so she could post it. $Name watched as while she danced, the bulge in the leotard flattened out, and her hips swelled wider, her waist thinned and curved into her hips while her thighs grew into the tights, stretching them. As she struck the final pose, her hair grew out with a mix of black and silver down to her waist, and her ass swelled out into the leotard, pushing it between her toned bubble butt. She was happy with this take for sure, but she really wanted to incorporate more facial expressions into the dance, so she set up the camera for the final time. ‘Blow a kiss, left foot, wink, right foot, sway your hips, twirl your hair, swing your arms, shake your chest, big smile, and… pose.’ This was the one. Emiru could sense it. She giddily bounced up to the camera, breasts bouncing in the corset, as she reviewed the footage. The footage showed her hands shrinking small and dainty as she waved them around, breasts ballooning into the cups of the corset while the lump in her throat vanished as her neck thinned. Her face changed shape, becoming small and round, her lips puffed up big and red, and her nose wiggled down small and cute. As she winked, her eyes grew almond shaped, and her eyelashes bloomed out thick with mascara. Her cheekbones rose, and her eyebrows grew thin and shapely as she smiled into the camera. <img alt="Bunny Emiru" src="images/BunnyEmiru.PNG"/> This was the absolute perfect video! She was so excited to show her millions of fans this new banger of a video, smiling wide as she posted it to her TikTok for the world to see.

$Name finished commenting on the monthly comment thread transformations hoping to get a nice little story about being transformed into Bryce Dallas Howard, claiming to “love the thickness.” Little did he know he’d become much more intimate with “the thickness” than he ever hoped as he contracted a curse from the thread in that instant. He was running a little bit late for class, and he quickly closed out of DA and grabbed his things as fast as possible before leaving and locking the door to his dorm room, hurriedly making his way to the building that contained his math class. The only thing on $Name’s mind was getting there on time as he nearly sprinted through the halls of the building—quickly passing other students that were not in as much of a hurry as himself. “Nearly there,” he said between breaths as he rounded the corner where the door to his math class resided just as the professor was about to shut the door. “I’m here, I’m here,” $Name said, his last slowed bounds bringing him through the door and into class. “Barely made it, $Name,” the professor commented, clicking the door shut behind $Name as $Name made his way to his desk near the back next to the hottest girl in class. $Name paid her no mind besides a sideways glance. This girl had red curly hair, a petite hourglass body, and positively huge breasts. Double D’s, at least. $Name thought she was hot, but she didn’t ever talk to him, and since she was sat right next to him, he couldn’t really admire her beauty inconspicuously either. So he settled for giving his full attention to the professor. The class was proceeding as usual, doing some practice problems and learning about angles and whatnot. When the professor posed a challenge to the class: solve the problem on the board, and the class gets an automatic A+ on the next test. It was one $Name knew how to solve, and he wasted no time in raising his hand and marching his way to the board. After carrying the two, multiplying by the prime number, and solving for X, he looked over the problem again to ensure he’d gotten every step before circling the answer he’d come up with: 24. $Name looked to the grinning professor for any indication that what he came up with was correct. “That’s one hundred percent correct, $Name. Great job. Looks like the class gets A’s on their next test.” The class erupted in applause and cheers as a wide-smiling $Name walked back to his seat. Sliding into his chair as the professor continued the lesson, the hot girl next to $Name finally took notice of him. “Wow, $Name, amazing job,” she whispered to him. “He he, no problem,” $Name chuckled quietly. His face growing a bit hot from the attention he was receiving. “Do you think maybe I could convince you to tutor me? I’m struggling,” she asked. A little surprised, $Name answered, “ Oh uhh, yeah, I could help you out.” “Tonight?” “Sure, I could help tonight,” $Name said, growing slightly aroused, thoughts of what COULD happen running through his mind, activating the latent curse attached to him from the thread. “Then I’ll see you tonight.” She smiled and slowly returned her attention back to the professor teaching the class. $Name was all smiles, celebrating the win internally and absentmindedly scratching his itchy arm before returning his attention back to class himself. Only a few minutes had passed, but he was finding it extremely hard to pay attention to what the professor was teaching over the intense itching that had suddenly started to plague his body. Unbeknownst to him, two things were happening: his body hair was rapidly pulling itself back into his pores, and his skin was becoming more sensitive and fair. The itchiness was brutal, but $Name did his best to tough it out, resisting the urge to itch and scratch like a maniac. His efforts were rewarded as the itchiness ceased, his body hairless and skin now pasty and soft. Itchy crisis averted, $Name was able to return his attention back to class, but the curse was just getting started and began to act atop his head. $Name’s $HairColor hair was starting to gain strands of red as they recolored themselves in bunches. The patches of red spread and engulfed every strand until he had a full head of natural auburn hair. $Name’s new head of hair didn’t go unnoticed for very long before the hot girl next to him tapped his arm. “$Name, your hair hasn’t always been red, right?” she whispered. “Red? No. My hair is $HairColor.” he whispered back, confused. “Take a selfie right now,” she demanded. Thoroughly confused, $Name fished his phone out of his pocket and pressed the camera icon on the main screen to turn on the front-facing camera. ‘What!’ he thought loudly, running his unoccupied hand through his soft red locks and witnessing his $HairColor eyebrows lose their girth and quickly turn the same shade of red as the hair on his head. Panic and confusion polluted his brain as he tried to make sense of why he was now a redhead… when it suddenly clicked. Bryce Dallas Howard! The Thread! “I’ve gotta get out of here,” he whispered, raising his hand to be dismissed. “Yes, do we have a question in the back?” the professor asked. $Name’s throat was starting to feel rather tight, and the following word that left his mouth sounded anything but normal, “Professor” the word came out in a high-pitched valley girl-like tone making $Name’s eyes widen in surprise before clearing his throat in hopes that his voice would come back. But still, even the way he cleared his throat sounded distinctly feminine. Seeing no other option than to feign an attempt at his old voice, he continued his question, “May I please go to the bathroom?” The attempt was pathetic, sounding like he was playing at a monster more so than himself. Most of the class turned to give him weird looks as he felt his feet start to writhe in his shoes, popping and cracking as they shrunk down to a petite size. “Yes, go ahead.” The professor's approval was all $Name needed as he quickly stood up and gathered his things before hurriedly leaving the class. $Name made his way through the building halls, unsure where the best place to go would be to ride out his transformation. His calves were cramping as he walked. $Name feeling them swell and draw his pants a bit more tightly around them. Damn it! Why didn’t he pick a more petite woman to turn into?! The changes were happening a little too quickly for $Name’s liking. There was no way he’d make it back to his dorm before he was wholly transformed. The decision became even easier as he stumbled forward and loud clacks rang out, the heels of his shoes rising as they morphed into white and red polka-dotted heels. “Shit!” $Name hissed, standing bow-legged and unbalanced in the center of the hall. Looked like the building's bathroom would be his only hope. With the untrained click and clack of his new footwear, he found the woman’s bathroom and locked the door behind him. “Is anyone in here?!” he called out to the stalls, his girly voice the perfect disguise as long as no one could see him… With no answer from the bathroom, he felt a little more at ease that he could let the transformation play out. “Hnngh, oh god” $Name’s legs were swelling, the gooey fat pouring into his thighs and ass. It was far beyond what his pants were meant to hold as the fabric stretched and stretched until they couldn't stretch anymore. *POP* The outer seams on the legs of the pants had burst, $Name's thighs too thick for his clothes as his ass continued to gain mass, swelling into a sizeable heart-shaped rear, pulling the tears in the seams even more open as the stitching popped further, exposing more and more of his soft white legs.“H-Holy shit” He grabbed each trunk-sized thigh, feeling the soft flesh under the pants wobble and jiggle under his palms. He was feeling a plethora of sensations, a new jiggle from his ass and legs, a little pain from trying to maintain standing in his high heels, and an indescribable horniness between his legs. His erection wasn’t showing nearly as much as he thought it would be, considering how hard he felt. The bulge in his pants was hardly noticeable. Had his dick already started shrinking? The answer was an inexorable yes, and now that he’d taken notice, he could finally feel it. The incessant tug of his member pulling closer and closer to his groin, shrinking smaller and smaller. ”I-its shrinking s-so fast, ahhhhhhhnn~” *Sluuurp* $Name let out a girlish squeal as his manhood inverted into his body but was also followed by audible pops and cracks from his hips as they swelled and pushed out wide, blowing the front pants button straight off his waistband. A curvy woman from the waist down, he ran his hands from his hips to under his plump booty. “This is insane,” $Name commented, taking a few staggering steps, making his lower half shake in time with the clack of his heels on the tiled floor. $Name suddenly felt something snaking up his legs, some sort of skin-tight fabric that caressed his smooth skin, climbing all the way to his hips. Looking down revealed cream-colored tights that he could feel had swallowed every inch of his thicc lower half, even under his busted pants. $Name could hardly even acknowledge the event before his pants reformed around his legs, melding and constricting his legs together as the pants became a tight, navy, high-waisted, knee-length skirt. “Even my clothes aren’t safe,” $Name sighed, and with a moment’s respite, made much shorter and bouncy strides to the girl’s bathroom mirror. He took himself in, noting the broad curve of his hips that led into his equally wide legs. Turning his body profile to the mirror, he admired the way his butt jutted from beneath the tight skirt, once again running his hands over its curvature. *Grumble* The sound came from $Name’s stomach, but what would normally be an ordinary sound heralded more changes to $Name’s body. The growl caused $Name’s waistline to convulse. His midsection softening and widening slightly as his waist curved at the sides. He rested his hands on his midsection, his arms suddenly starting to gently shake. His cutesy breaths quickening as pressure began to be felt on his lower back and shoulders. *Crack* *POP* *POP* The arching of his lower back shrunk him and forced his chest out while his shoulders snapped closer to his body. His arms hadn’t stopped shaking, and $Name could feel the muscles within start to transition to something much more soft and jiggly. Replacing with the soft womanly fat of someone who didn’t regularly lift weights. “Jesus! Ughh,” $Name splayed his hands out in front of him as they twitched and snapped, shrinking themselves to a smaller, more delicate size. $Name’s shirt started to adjust to his upper half, exposing his freckled shoulders as it materialized buttons down the center and turned a much lighter blue than his skirt. Most of him fit the new shirt perfectly, but he could feel another piece of clothing that hugged his chest that he wasn’t quite yet suited for, a strapless bra. He could already feel his sensitive nipples pressing into the fabric of the bra as he pressed his dainty fingers against his chest, feeling a squish that certainly wasn’t there previously. “Boobs! I’m growing boobs!” Almost on command, they swelled a whole cup size, lumps undoubtedly tenting his new button-down. *GSH* Again they swelled, their weight wobbling as more fat was sent in. $Name’s face was warm, tingling. It was beginning to shift and gain makeup. Pink lipstick appeared on his lips as they swelled to a pout, his cheeks softening and swelling as they gained slight wrinkles. “OH GOD, YES” he could feel it all, the molding of his face and the increasing weight on his chest as it continued to jiggle forward and tent the shirt. Soft hair starting to tumble down all sides of his head as he grew eyebrow-length bangs while the rest fell around his shoulders. *GSH* He grabbed his jiggly chest as his breasts swelled to their final size, perfect C-cup handfuls. Lost in the ecstasy of massaging his new breasts, his nose reshaped, shrinking, and sharpening, while his eyes lightened to a clear blue and long dark lashes coated in mascara pushed from his eyelids. $Name looked exactly like Bryce Dallas Howard, and it wouldn’t be long before…. *Snap* “Oh, what was that,” Bryce released her breasts from her hands before placing two fingers on her temples, massaging them. “What a killer headache” Bryce was feeling incredibly horny besides her massive headache, a weird combination, to be sure. Taking a few deep breaths, she calmed her body down before locking eyes with herself in the mirror. “Where the hell even am I?” she could tell she was in a bathroom, but a bathroom where? With the clicking of her heels, she sashayed to the bathroom door to find it locked. A little weird for a public bathroom to be locked, but she simply unlocked it and pushed it open to surprise a girl who was reaching for the handle herself. The girl had red hair like her but more curly and had charming curves for a college girl. It reminded Bryce of herself when she was young. “Excuse me, ha, sorry for the surprise,” Bryce said boisterously “Kind of a crazy question, but can you tell me where I am?” “Umm… you’re in the A building.” “And the A building belongs to what college exactly?” “Iowa University?” “Ohhhhh, gotcha, thank you,” Bryce said, walking away. Well, now she knew where she was. Now she just needed to make some calls and figure out how to return home. <img alt="Bryce Dallas Howard" src="images/BDH.PNG"/>

Hello and welcome to the 500 watcher special and I’ve got some good news you get to be neekolul. ㄚㄖㄩ卂尺乇匚卄卂几Ꮆ丨几Ꮆ 丨几ㄒㄖ几乇乇Ҝㄖㄥㄩㄥ Oh whoops, did you just read that? That’s bad news for you $Name… that was a curse. I’m sure you’ve noticed that your skin color is changing to a much more Mexican complexion now. Spreading across your body, down your chest, down your legs to your feet, even on your face. Notice how everywhere the skin spreads is silky smooth? Speaking of your face… did you always have such a rosy nose and cheeks? Don’t try and wipe it off. That blush is permanently on there. $Name’s hair starts to get softer as it begins to grow, creeping down his head. He can see it now, entering into view as it pours down in front of him. Over his left eye, he can feel its softness as it passes over his cheek and lands on his shoulders. $Name (if: $HairColor is "Brown") [runs his fingers through chocolate brown tresses.] (else:)[ runs his fingers through new chocolate brown tresses] $Name’s blushed face grimaced at his long hair because this isn’t what he wanted. $Name was hoping for maybe a request at 500 watchers, not this! $Name stares into his screen to see his reflection start to shift. $Name’s facial structure slowly breaking and rounding. Cheeks becoming more full. $Name lightly purses his lips as they swell into pillows. $Name brings a hand up and lightly touches them as his nose breaks down smaller, turning up at the tip. $Name squints, as a tingling envelops his eyes, changing his $EyeColor brown as his eyes widen. They feel heavy as mascara magically lathers itself on his eyelashes that darken and lengthen them into fine wings. $Name flutters his eyelashes, still looking deeply into the screen as he sees his eyebrows square near the center of his brow as they thin and taper off at the ends. $Name places a hand on his cheek as he watches his Adam’s apple descend into his neck, leaving it to shrink and smoothen. “No!” He yels to the screen cutely with neekoluls voice, but a simple word won’t stop the process that he’s undergoing. $Name looks down at his upper body, feeling his skeleton quiver underneath his skin. $Name’s shoulders crack in. Making his collarbone protrude further than before. $Name closes his eyes in pain while his chest crunches down (if: $Height is "5'0"or "5'1" or "5'2" or "5'3" or "5'4" or "5'5" or "5'6") [ while his spine stretched adding height to his body until he was 5'7] (if: $Height is "5'8" or "5'9" or "5'10" or "5'11" or "6'0" or "6'1" or "6'2" or "6'3" or "6'4" or "6'5" or "6'6" or "6'7" or "6'8" or "6'9" or "6'10" or "6'11" or "7'0")[along with his spine, reducing his height to 5’7.] $Name opens his eyes to see his very feminine-shaped chest, as it involuntary pushes out a bit more due to his lower back curving. $Name’s arms decide to start thinning as the muscles within atrophy, $Name holds his arms out to the sides as it feels like someone is pulling the tendons in his arms as they tighten to a smaller, skinnier shape. The same sensation envelopes his hands, shrinking his palms smaller while his fingers extend and thin, nails coming to a point as they push passed his fingertips. $Name holds up his new small hands, turning them over as his chest jolts out small boobs. $Name quickly sends his small hands over them from the sudden growth “Nooo, I’m growing boobs,” he whines. That wasn’t all that was going to grow though, as $Name’s waist pulled taught and the fat began to relocate lower… his hips snapped out, widening and gaining a little of the padding that left his now smooth, and toned tummy. $Name’s ass started to balloon in rhythm with his thighs and boobs. Every little growth would trigger more to grow, $Name’s breasts beginning to fill his hands while his ass and thighs filled excess room in his pants. The feeling was electric, sending jolts of pleasure to $Name’s only remaining male part. *Swell* $Name’s breasts round in his hands into perfect orbs *Swell* $Name’s ass fills the seat of his pants completely *Swell* $Name’s soft thighs squish around his rock-hard member. $Name grabs his tits tightly as he orgasms, groping and massaging them as he released his pent up lust with a loud *moan*. With $Name’s male essence expelled his manhood wasted no time in slurping itself inside of him, sending his thighs slamming together as he orgasms again as a woman. $Name’s legs shook. The lower half of them starting to change, $Name can feel his feet cracking down smaller, leaving delicate little feet. He can feel his calves tightening and toning as well as curving nicely into his plump thighs. With $Name’s transformation fully completed, I am definitely pleased. As an added bonus I’ll even change your clothes. Swimming around $Name nonsensically, they shape into a low-cut shirt exposing his amazing cleavage and shoulders, while a skirt and panties form on his lower half with belts wrapping around his waist. Hope the new neekolul appreciates this. Enjoy your new life! <img alt="Neekolul" src="images/Neekolul.PNG"/>

“Bryce, wait! I was just kidding! Get away from me with that thing!” $Name yelled from the ground. $Name’s back was pushed tight against the foot of his bed as he stared in fear at his roommate, who was pointing his finger at him like a pseudo gun, the tip of his extended finger lit like a blue-flamed candle and shimmering with an eerie glow. “Oh, now you’re kidding? What was it you said? Something along the lines of, ‘I didn’t have the balls to transform my own roommate into my date for the night?” Bryce smirked. “Yeah! Yeah! I was just kidding! Just put the finger away already. I don’t want to be whatever famous person you’ve got some fantasy about dating! I’ve seen you turn too many people to have it happen to me!” $Name begged. “Hmph, you sound sincere…” Bryce mused, the light on the end of his finger extinguishing as $Name let out a breath of relief. “Buuuuuuut…” he began, the light returning to the end of his finger as $Name covered his face in panicked defense. “I feel like you won’t learn your lesson if you don’t experience what I’m capable of doing to you! Bang!” $Name closed his eyes tight, expecting to feel something hit him, but after a few seconds of nothing, he lowered his arms to see Bryce simply grinning with his “finger gun” by his side. “Did you… do anything?” $Name asked. “Yeah, look at your hands.” he smiled. $Name raised an eyebrow and did as Bryce said. $Name’s hands were normal, save for the dancing blue sparks that were prickling around them. $Name were confused, but that confusion faded about as fast as it had arisen as $Name watched the hair on his hands start to fade, $Name’s pale skin tanning before his very eyes as $Name’s voice began to rise to a scream, “Ahhhhhhhhh!” $Name screamed loudly as his hands started to be pulled and pressed by the blue sparks to take on a different form, his palms shrinking and softening while his fingers lengthened with his nails to a manicured point, becoming feminine hands that were out of place attached to $Name’s still very manly arms. “Turn them back!” $Name yelled at Bryce, who was laughing hysterically at $Name’s reaction to his mutilated hands. $Name balled his dainty hands into pretty fists as he moved to get off the ground and get in Bryce's face, but Bryce put a stop to that quickly as he pointed his glowing finger at $Name again, making him cover himself in defense and sit back down. “Ah ah, don’t move! Hahaha. How’s it feel having Corrina Kopf’s hands?” He teases. Corrina Kopf? $Name looked at the elegant, feminine hands he now sported and was disgusted. “That slutty internet celebrity who’s pals with David Dobrik?... fuck, I bet she’s jerked off tons of guys with these things. Eww man, get 'em off me.” $Name held his hands away from himself, shaking them like they were something that would simply detach from his body if he wanted them to. Without a word, Bryce pointed his finger at $Name again and shot him dead center, making the same blue sparks that were around $Name’s hands dance around the entirety of his upper body. “Dude, what the hell!” $Name screamed, panicked. $Name knew what was going to happen now, but the fact that Bryce just shot him for no reason also pissed him off as he watched the fabric of his shirt begin to diminish to something far more revealing. “Bryce! Help! Ahhhh!” $Name’s shirt was coming off his shoulders and tightening around his waist into some weird black corset that hugged his midsection and squeezed him tightly. Bryce remained silent as the blue sparks started their prodding and pulling of $Name’s torso. $Name gasped loudly as his waist deflated to flatness, the sparks prodding the sides of it to curve, and a poke to his lower back arched it forward and shrank his spine. “Bryce!!” The hair on $Name’s body was pulled into the skin that was darkening to the same sunkissed glow of his hands. $Name’s limbs trading muscular definition for soft and supple fat as they were guided nearer to his curvy torso as the sparks bumped in and rounded his shoulders. “NO!!!!” Almost mockingly, the sparks jumped on $Name’s chest, making his pecs lose their manly width as he watched them diminish to a waifish and soft form. “STAHHHHP!” $Name yelled at the dancing sparks continuing to bounce on his chest. Swiping at them with his delicate manicured hand, which they seemed to simply phase through as the flesh they were bouncing on began to soften and swell outward. “SHIT, SHIT! BRYCE, PLEASE, I DON’T WANT TITS!” $Name could feel that with each jump of the sparks, more and more tit-flesh was pushing the corset further from his body, cleavage beginning to form at the top of it as it piled behind his tingling areola. $Name groped at the growing mounds with his small feminine hands, the soft orbs resisting his grabs as they swelled out of his outstretched fingers, deeper and deeper cleavage forming down the center of his chest as they grew and reached C-Cups. $Name could only stare frightened as the weight hanging on his chest grew, his cleavage expansive as they jiggled out to D-cups that heaved with his panicked breaths. The room was silent, $Name’s hands hovering above his fully formed breasts in pure and utter shock as Bryce suddenly spoke, his finger trained on $Name’s shocked and heated face. “Now, here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m going to turn you into Corrina…” “WHA!” $Name’s eyes darted to Bryce, instant anger pumping into him as the glow from the finger suddenly washed over his face, stunning him to silence. “Shut up. Let me finish.” He told $Name. $Name’s face was blank, the blue sparks dancing over it, forcing his facial hair to sink back into his skin and brighten his complexion. “I’m going to turn you into Corrina, and you’re going to be my date tonight,” he said. $Name stayed silent, feeling his entire face and head begin to change, his hair ruffling and brightening to a soft white blonde as $Name dared not say another word. “I wasn’t going to change you until that little handjob comment,” He continued. $Name’s lips warbled, bouncing around lightly on his face as he felt them plump and grow to a pout (if: $EyeColor is "Blue")[as he stared fearfully at Bryce] (else:)[as the foreign blue color ate away the color of his $EyeColor irises until he stared at Bryce with bright blue eyes.] “I think you need to understand what it’s like to be a woman,” he explained. $Name’s jaw was shifting, prompting his hands to feel his features sharpen, and his chin round. $Name could even feel how his cheekbones rose and plumped his cheeks to fullness. “And even though you technically won’t be you when this is all over, you’ll remember all the feelings and experiences we went through,” Bryce said. $Name crossed his eyes to see his nose wiggle and shrink down before upturning to a sexy point, $Name’s eyes blinked rapidly as he felt them widen, his eyelashes extending with them to a wispy dark curl that gave him an alluring stare. “But I don’t want to be…” $Name started as Bryce suddenly shot again at his crotch. “AHhhhh!” $Name reached for his groin, not actually feeling anything hit it but just on the sheer reaction of having something propelled toward it. “You didn’t just do that.” $Name said, mouth agape, his eyebrows wiggling to thin and shapely arches as the beginnings of $Name’s white blonde hair inched into his peripherals. From his seated position, $Name craned his head past the jiggling mounds on his chest to see his pants disintegrate in a heatless blue fire that jumped to his socks and burned them and all the hair away, leaving him in just his boxer briefs that were also beginning to feel rather tight. The hair on $Name’s head was continuing to inch down his face as the tightness around his manhood continued to grow “Guahhhh!” $Name squirmed as his hair reached his chin, his legs kicking as he reached for the fabric around his groin, feeling his bare ass touch the carpet as the fabric wedged itself between $Name’s buttcheeks. $Name gulped hard, slimming his throat with the powerful swallow and causing his voice to be propelled to a womanly tone as he continued to writhe against the carpeted floor. With one final grip of tightness, the waistband of $Name’s underwear merged with his corset as it became a tight onesie that threatened to pull his dick into his body. “Fuck, Bryce, this isn’t good,” $Name squirmed *Gasp* “Not my voice!” $Name sounded like Corrina now, his white blonde locks brushing his shoulders as he gripped onto his strangled member and the edge of the bed behind him. With a building and sickening crack, $Name’s hips jutted outward, swelling even further with a layer of fat that coated $Name’s shimmying hips. $Name’s kicking legs were changing, too, each kick bringing his feet down a size and his legs wiggling with more and more delectable fat that swelled his thighs. “Mmmmph HA-HA” The tightness in $Name’s groin was starting to pull even harder, the bulge under his feminine hand flattening steadily with each passing second as he gasped and moaned at the feeling, his breasts and legs jiggling with each sudden squirm from his body. With $Name’s legs adequately plump, $Name could feel his ass start to grow, pushing hard against the carpeted floor it swelled around the fabric between it. Two globes pushing out from under him, making the carpet that much more soft as they swelled to the width of his hips. $Name’s mind was bursting with sensations: The soft hair that tickled the tops of his jiggling breasts! His ass bouncing against the floor below him! His manhood sinking into his body! It was all too much! $Name couldn’t help but squeal as the last of his manhood slipped into his body, his fingers absentmindedly teasing the newly formed and sensitive pussy that had taken its place between the smooth thighs he pressed and crossed tightly together. “Fuck, that feels soooo good,” $Name moaned against the bed, his body groping one of its breasts as he basked in the afterglow of the sudden orgasm. $Name’s eyes wandered to Bryce, who was just watching. What was he just watching for? Didn’t he want to join in on the fun? There WAS a noticeable bulge in his pants. It made $Name bite her lip in the excitement that she’d have to coax it out of its denim prison. $Name crawled forward, putting her legs under her as she leaned forward to give Bryce a good view of her expansive cleavage, watching the bulge in his pants grow and throb against it. <img alt="Corrina Kopf" src="images/CorrinaKopf.PNG"/> Bryce’s face was twisted in a bit of a grimace at the extremely sexy Corrina Kopf that was eyeing his package. Desperately wanting to give in, he couldn’t help but think maybe being Corrina wasn’t going to teach $Name the correct lesson about being a woman…