Escape the campus of wishes

Hello reader. So you want to be in the CYOA, 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?") What is your hair color? (input-box:2bind $HairColor,"===XXXX===","Hair color") What is your eye color? (input-box:2bind $EyeColor,"===XXXX===","Eye color") (set: $Age to (prompt:"How old are you?", "")) (set:$Age2 to (num: $Age)) Perfect now let's continue: [[Prelude->ETCOW Prelude]]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ The hard journey $Name is about to experience can be traced back to the actions of two individuals: Matt, an average enough guy who has average enough grades and an average enough life, though you wouldn’t be able to tell by his appearance. He’s a superficial guy who spends any money he makes on things that exemplify his appearance, new clothes, expensive haircuts, and accessories, all to impress the ladies. If people were books, his cover would be shining gold and covered in expensive gems. Then there’s Gina, a mostly quiet girl who has a bit of a wild side, with desires and kinks that you might not expect from the way she looks. She dresses modestly in jeans and t-shirts with no real eye-popping features about her and was drawn to Matt by his confident facade. Matt was pleasantly surprised when he discovered Gina’s wild side as she was the exact kind of girl he was looking for, though definitely not up to his high appearance standards. This fact would be the catalyst for the nonsensical wishing that throws the campus into chaos…..................................... <img alt="Gina portrait" src="pngs/Gina200.png"/>“Matt, I’m having second thoughts…” Gina whispered. She was nervous walking through the dark and musty archeology department. The high shelves and foreign-shaped shadows of artifacts reminded her of the haunted collection of items she’d seen in one of those conjuring movies. <img alt="Matt portrait" src="pngs/Matt200.png"/>“Ha! Did you want to scratch having sex in a campus department off your bucket list or not?” Matt said loudly as he lit the way with his iPhone flashlight. A sly smile crept onto Gina’s face, along with a slight rush of excitement that pushed through her belly. <img alt="Gina portrait" src="pngs/Gina200.png"/>“Yeeees, but we couldn’t have picked the art department or something? They have those nice bean bags we could do it on. Where are we going to have sex in here? In a sarcophagus?” <img alt="Matt portrait" src="pngs/Matt200.png"/> “Oooo there’s an idea,” Matt taunted. <img alt="Gina portrait" src="pngs/Gina200.png"/>“Shut up,” Gina smiled as she slapped his arm playfully. <img alt="Matt portrait" src="pngs/Matt200.png"/>“Listen, babe. This place is much cooler than the art department.” Matt's eyes quickly flicked across the dark room as he shined his light on the first thing that glimmered in the darkness. <img alt="Matt portrait" src="pngs/Matt200.png"/>“Does the art department have a GENUINE genie lamp?” he asked as his light illuminated the shiny gold lamp. Matt held his light on the lamp as Gina walked her way over to it. <img alt="Gina portrait" src="pngs/Gina200.png"/>“Do you think if I rub it, I can wish for some bean bags?” Gina asked, looking it over. <img alt="Matt portrait" src="pngs/Matt200.png"/>“Only one way to find out,” Matt said and put his phone down, flashlight up, so some light was still provided, as he picked up the lamp. <img alt="Matt portrait" src="pngs/Matt200.png"/>“Oh, genie, please come forth and grant my wishes,” he said jokingly as he caressed the lamp. The lamp quickly started to shake violently in Matt's hands, prompting him to send it clattering to the floor in his surprise. The lamp bounced and moved, glowing red like it had been hit with intense heat as the two college students backed away, giving it a wide berth as plumes of billowy red smoke poured out of its spout. The smoke quickly coalesced, forming into what some could say was a classic sight: the upper half of a man attached to the lamp with a thick red plume of smoke. “My name is Zayd, the genie of the lamp. What is your wish?! The genie spoke demandingly as if the person who’d just rubbed the lamp had a wish ready to be spoken. Unfortunately, the two college students were not prepared and stood silent before a very impatient genie. “Mortals! If you have a wish, speak now lest I become angry and curse you and your families for eternity!” Matt was scared but excited. This was his chance to get anything he wanted. And there was one thing that he wanted most…. <img alt="Matt portrait" src="pngs/Matt200.png"/>“I wish my girlfriend was hotter than a supermodel!” <img alt="Gina portrait" src="pngs/Gina200.png"/>“Matt!” Gina yelled. “Granted,” the genie said, sending magic hurtling at Gina’s body. Gina’s body writhed as the magic hit her. Her waist and arms thinned themselves to more model-like proportions as her chest ballooned <img alt="Gina Boobs" src="pngs/PreludeGinaBoobs.png"/> and her ass gained more mass. Matt watched hungrily as Gina rapidly developed the appearance he always wished she had but Gina was much less than happy, and if Matt wanted to change her appearance for selfish reasons, then she was going to indulge in a kink she could only dream about. <img alt="Gina portrait" src="pngs/Gina200.png"/>“I-I-I wish” Gina started, her voice shaky from her morphing body, her face starting to be coated in makeup along with her lips swelling and her features becoming more beautiful. She fixed Matt with a fierce glare before she finished her wish, clueing him in to the vengeful nature of the words that were about to escape her lips. <img alt="Gina transformed face" src="pngs/PreludeGina.png"/> <img alt="Gina transformed face" src="pngs/PreludeGina200.png"/>“Matt was a Bimbo!” she yelled as her t-shirt became a black halter that showed off her enhanced and perky breasts, while her pants merged into a long black skirt and her shoes transitioned to heels. <img alt="Matt portrait" src="pngs/Matt200.png"/>“What?!” Matt screamed in response. “Ohhh, granted” the genie said with intrigue before blasting Matt with similar magic. Matt gripped his head as the magic wrapped around him. Matt’s expensive clothes quickly reshaped and molded themselves into a nearly identical outfit to Gina’s though instead of black, his top and skirt turned a light brown. Matt’s body was constricted by the small woman's clothes, but that changed quickly as Matt’s bulk left key parts of his body. Almost like it was vacuumed out of him, Matt’s arms, calves, feet, waist, chest, and shoulders shrank in size, becoming lithe limbs only a woman could have. <img alt="Matt portrait" src="pngs/Matt200.png"/>“Gina, what the fuck is happening to me?!” Matt yelled, grabbing at his rapidly changing body. <img alt="Gina transformed face" src="pngs/PreludeGina200.png"/>“You’re turning into a bimbo, MATT!” Gina yelled sassily with her hands on her hips. <img alt="Matt portrait" src="pngs/Matt200.png"/>“But why! Like, all I did was make you sexy and stuff!” Matt’s argued, stomping his foot like a child as his intelligence started to drop. Gina ranted at Matt for not accepting her for who she was as Matts's body continued to change, with his skin becoming smooth and hairless and his hands shrinking down to a petite size as long glittery nails pushed out over his thin fingers. Matt tried the best he could to listen to Gina’s spiel but couldn’t help but get distracted by his feminizing features. Matt beginning to think that he himself was starting to look as sexy, if not more so, than his girlfriend. With the slow slithering departure of his manhood and widening of his hips, Matt could hardly keep his hands off himself as Gina’s rant came to an end. <img alt="Matt portrait" src="pngs/Matt200.png"/> “Omigod Gina, would you, like, look at me? I’m turning into a total fucking bombshell.” Matt's hands came to rest on his ass as it ballooned and pulled the dress tight across his groin, with his thighs swelling to fill in any loose fabric. Gina realized Matt was becoming exactly what she wished for: a complete bimbo. It was written all over Matt’s feminizing face. He loved it, his tongue tracing his plump pink lips and hands roaming his soft womanly face. <img alt="TFMatt portrait" src="pngs/MattFace.png"/> This is exactly what Gina wanted and her pussy moistened at the site of Matt’s hair growing long and curly with budding breasts starting to become visible through the tight top. She’d only ever seen artwork of such a thing happening, but to experience it up close… was the most arousing thing she’d ever seen. <img alt="Gina transformed face" src="pngs/PreludeGina200.png"/>“Jesus Christ,” Gina moaned, biting her lip. Matt’s transformation was nearly at its end, his pierced nipples poking through the brown halter as his breasts surged to B-cups. <img alt="TFMatt portrait" src="pngs/MattBoobs.png"/> <img alt="TFMatt portrait" src="pngs/MattFace200.png"/>“Mmmmm,” Matt’s hands massaged her newly formed breasts as Gina moved in close, wrapping her arm around the new woman's waist. <img alt="Gina transformed face" src="pngs/PreludeGina200.png"/>“Matt… you’re so hot” Matt giggled in response as he pulled Gina’s hand to her breast. <img alt="TFMatt portrait" src="pngs/MattFace200.png"/>“Your wish was like so goooood Gina. I wish, like, the whole campus could make a wish like you.” <img alt="Prelude" src="pngs/Prelude.png"/> “Hahaha, Granted,” the genie laughed heartily before he and his lamp disappeared with a poof. The girls didn’t even register the genie's departure as they passionately made-out with each other. The loud smacks of their plump lips echoing throughout the archeology department as they remained blissfully unaware that they’d just unleashed a genie to grant a wish to every individual on a campus full of horny college kids. Begin: [[TRY AND ESCAPE THE CAMPUS OF WISHES->ETCOW START]] ]

<img alt="Dorm Room" src="pngs/Dorm Room.png"/> (align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ //Iphone Alarm// $Name’s head shot up from his pillow as he frantically slapped at his phone screen for the snooze button, to which the noise abruptly abated, so he must’ve gotten it. Groggy, he laid his head back down on his soft pillow, letting out a deep exhale and slowly blinking the sleep out of his eyes until he could see the dorm ceiling clearly. $Name set his alarm to wake him from a nap that he decided to take between classes, so he was already mostly ready to go as he hopped out of bed and stretched. $Name drudged to his small dorm mirror to ensure he didn’t look too ragged as he mussed with his $HairColor hair to straighten it up. <img alt="Player photo" src="pngs/Player.png"/> $Name looked good for the most part, dressed in a rather regular black t-shirt and blue jeans; he still had to put on your sneakers before he headed out, which he figured you should hurry up and do since his class was starting soon. After doing a loop, a swoop, and a pull x2, $Name was nearly ready to go… he just needed his bag. <img alt="Jake" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/> “Hey there, $Name,” Jacob said, out of breath as he hurried into the room while $Name slung his backpack over his shoulder just about to leave. “I’ve got something absolutely crazy to show you.” <img alt="Player photo" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What is it?” $Name asked plainly, noting how excited Jacob seemed to be as he threw his backpack on his bed and hastily opened it. <img alt="Jake" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Ta da, a magic genie lamp!” Jacob yelled as he produced, well, a genie lamp, one you might see in Aladdin. <img alt="Player photo" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Cool,” $Name said as he turned toward the door to leave. <img alt="Jake" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Wait, you don’t want to make any wishes with me?!” Jacob said, clearly offended that $Name’d leave so soon. What does $Name do? [[Stay and check out the lamp with Jacob->Stay and Check out the lamp]] [[Leave for class->Leave Jacob]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/> “I-I wish I could get better grades,” Jacob studdered, finally being able to voice his wish. $Name was a little surprised. Out of everything in the world, Jacob wished for better grades? Why not just study more? “Granted,” The genie said before he poofed away, leaving behind a cloud of dissipating smoke. $Name realized something had been placed on his face at that moment the wish was made, and as the smoke cleared, he found himself staring through glass lenses. $Name was wearing glasses. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What the hell?” $Name said as he pulled them off his face, only to be met with the extreme blur of the world around him. $Name could hardly see! <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Whoa, c'mon!” $Name yelled, throwing a fit at the sudden loss of his 20/20 vision. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“What is it-? Oh hey, nice glasses,” Jacob said as he glimpsed $Name’s face. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Yeah, your genie killed my vision. Everything is super blurry without these glasses now.” $Name said sadly. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“That’s weird. Well, I guess I should check my grades to see if they’ve gotten any better,” Jacob said, reaching into his bag and pulling out his laptop. A switch flipped in $Name’s head at Jacob's words. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Shouldn’t we be studying for the biology test you have coming up?” $Name asked Jacob. $Name’s mind filled with a sudden knowledge of biology—a class he’d never taken. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Wait, what?” Jacob asked $Name, visibly confused… until a quick realization hit him, everything coming together as he facepalmed. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Ahh, shit… I said I wish I could get better grades. You must be my tutor now.” Jacob explained. $Name paused. Logically, that made sense and would explain the sudden addition of glasses and his growing need to make Jacob study. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Bummer, so I’m your personal slave now, is that it?” Something inside $Name was itching to get to work. This conversation a complete WASTE of the time he could be using to help Jacob get his grades up. $Name’s foot starts to tap impatiently. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Yeah, I guess… don’t take any offense to this $Name, but I really don’t want to study. Maybe if you were a sexy girl tutor or something, I’d be more willing, but still, I don’t want to completely squander my wish. I’ll get you when I need some help.” Jacob told $Name as he put in headphones and booted up YouTube on his computer. $Name’s body suddenly tensed, and a thought ran through his mind: <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘You need a sexy girl tutor to start studying?’ The need to raise Jacob's grades was immensely strong in $Name. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘Well, how hard can that be? Girls and guys aren’t so different. Just a few changes here and there, and we’ll be able to get started.’ $Name stood frozen in the middle of the room, breathing shallowly, his body shaking slightly from concentration as he looked down at his hands, splaying them out so he could see every inch. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘What kind of hands do girls have? Small palms, with long, thin fingers.’ $Name’s hands shook as they changed, the tendons flexing and moving as his palms crunched and shrank, his fingers slimming down but retaining their length. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘With long, pretty nails.’ The nails on $Name’s fingers all grew in unison, pulling out long over his fingers to perfect pampered crescents. $Name’s hands were properly girly now, but a sexy girl didn’t just have great hands… $Name’s eyes darted to his arms and shoulders, then down to the rest of his figure. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘They had a certain shape, didn’t they? One that was delicate and petite, with soft skin and curves.’ $Name’s arms and shoulders jolted, pulling closer to his body as his limbs shrunk and shoulders narrowed and rounded. Tightness radiated through his arms and chest as muscle was replaced with soft fat. His skin fizzling as his body hair was removed, giving him a slight tan as his waist pinched in at the sides and his hips jutted further apart. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘They’re typically shorter than men’ $Name’s torso cracked as it shortened, leaving his legs longer as they slimmed. His lower back arched forward with a sickening noise, pushing his ass out as he developed that petite figure. $Name shifted his small feet in place as he brought his legs closer together, feeling more comfortable in a more reserved stance. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘They have pussies…’ $Name’s dick twitched uncomfortably at the mere thought as it started to fold itself into his body, shrinking along with his balls. The bulge in $Name’s pants deflated until a sharp twinge of pain signaled its departure from between his legs. $Name wiggled his hips as new sensations resonated through his, a faint tingle riding up his spine and a twitch from the lips below, flushing his face. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Haha!” Jacob laughed. $Name’s eyes darted to Jacob as he laughed. Jacob was completely absorbed in whatever he was watching on his laptop, precious study time that he was completely wasting! <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘They have big thighs and heart-shaped asses!’ $Name’s thighs tensed as fat flowed into them, jiggly weight stretching the seams of his pants as his thighs swelled up until they touched each other. $Name’s ass rose and bubbled behind him, his buttcheeks filling in the usually loose rear-end of his pants as their size increased. The weight of his backside so immense it caused the two globes to droop slightly over the backs of his thighs. $Name swayed with the increased mass on his lower half as he looked down at his chest. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘They have big, sensitive, round tits!’ $Name’s nipples perked up, his areola expanding as they grew and poked out slightly from his chest. $Name had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning as they brazed his shirt, pressure building behind them as the jugs began to grow bigger, and rounder, swelling forward with jiggly movement and more than tenting his shirt as the breasts grew to teardrop-shaped D-cups hanging heavy on his torso. $Name gingerly cupped one of his heavy funbags, his long fingers not able to even fully wrap around its jelly-like mass. <img alt="Tutor Boobs" src="pngs/TutorBoobs.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘These will surely convince Jacob to study! But there was one thing left.’ $Name thought of his face, still manly and out of place on the body he’d use to convince Jacob. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘They have small, round faces with petite noses and plump lips that hold their sweet voices. Their eyebrows primped and perfect above their big round eyes, fluttering with long eyelashes.’ With the thought, $Name’s face began to move, popping and cracking as his jaw shrunk. His cheeks swelled round while his lips purse and plump to form a sexy pout. $Name’s glasses droop slightly on his shrinking nose while his eyes grow wide, dark mascara-caked eyelashes growing out from them, his eyebrows shifting uncomfortably as they thin to primped arches above his cute, sexy face. A faint cough escapes $Name’s lips as his throat painfully tightens, his Adam’s Apple sinking out of view as his neck narrows and slims. <img alt="Tutor Face" src="pngs/TutorFace.png"/> <img alt="Tutor small" src="pngs/Tutor200.png"/>“Ahehem” $Name says with a light, airy voice. Clearing his throat for the instruction he’d be giving soon. $Name pushes his glasses back up onto his dainty nose while he forces out the finishing touches. <img alt="Tutor small" src="pngs/Tutor200.png"/>‘And they have long hair, perfect for framing their attractive faces.’ $Name’s $HairColor hair dropped around his face, falling to and around his shoulders and chest in tresses that slowly darkened to a deep brown, the soft locks wild and untamed. $Name’s body oozed sex; he could feel it, but when he looked down, his shirt did no justice for the roundness of his breasts, his pants not showing the smooth and plump curvature of his legs . More was needed… what else would a sexy girl tutor need? $Name’s mind focused intently, and closing his eyes, he formed the perfect outfit. With powerful magic, $Name’s hair pulled itself into a tight bun on the back of his head. The sleeves of his shirt thinned to straps over his shoulders as the neckline plummeted, cool air being felt on the tops of his breasts as the shirt turned into a bra, tight around his sternum as it formed a canyon of cleavage pressed together. $Name’s legs squeezed together as his pants merged into a knee-length black skirt, his socks thinning and caressing his legs as they climbed and thinned to become black pantyhose. His heels rising off the floor as ordinary sneakers turned into sexy black pumps. $Name’s eyes opened, and he looked down to be greeted with the cleavage of his jiggling D-cups. ‘This was more like it!’ $Name sauntered over to the completely oblivious Jacob, tapping on his shoulder as $Name bent at the waist and pressed his arms into his breasts, squeezing them together. Jacobs jaw dropped as he turned saw $Name, his eyes locked onto $Name’s big round tits as $Name removed an earbud from Jacob’s ear. <img alt="Study Hard" src="pngs/Tutor.png"/> <img alt="Tutor small" src="pngs/Tutor200.png"/>“Jacob, I reeeeallly think we should study for your biology test. I could help you if you’d like. I know allllllll about biology.” $Name said sensually. Jacob nodded his head slowly, then quickly turned to his computer as he brought up his biology notes. $Name smiled at Jacob’s response, moving your chest closer to his head. When Jacob aces his test, $Name would make sure he was rewarded. After all, people always respond better to positive reinforcement… [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

<img alt="Dorm Room" src="pngs/Dorm Room.png"/> (align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “Okay, let’s see this magic genie lamp,” $Name says, slinging his backpack off his shoulder and to the floor as he gets closer to Jacob. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/> “Okay, okay… here goes…” Jacob gently rubbed the side of the lamp, and the lamp nearly instantly started to rumble and shake. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Holy shit, are you doing that?!” $Name asked as Jacob dropped the lamp to the floor. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“No, no, it’s not me!” Jacob yelled back as smoke poured out of the lamp's spout. Both watched as the smoke billowed out in tremendous volume, then suddenly turned solid with a *pop* leaving the top half of a man, dressed very much like a genie, floating in the center of the two’s dorm room. “Ahhh, I see there are two of you. To make this clear, only the person who rubbed the lamp gets the one and only wish,” The genie said loudly and then focused his attention on Jacob. “Now, what is your wish?” $Name was more than disappointed that he didn’t get the opportunity for a wish but was also stunned that a literal genie was floating in the center of his room. Jacob must’ve felt similarly because no noise was made, except for the faint hissing from the lamp's spout. The genie folded his arms and tapped his finger on his bicep as he impatiently waited for Jacob to speak. $Name quickly gave him a light elbow to the ribs to release him from his stunned state. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>"What’re you gonna wish for, man?” $Name asked him. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“I-I-I umm,” Jacob finally managed to speak some words as he searched his brain for a wish only a genie could grant. What did Jacob wish for? [[A Girlfriend->A Girlfriend]] [[To get better grades->To get better grades]] [[To be Rich->To be Rich]] [[He gives $Name the wish->He give you the wish]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/> “I-I wish I had a girlfriend,” Jacob studdered, then smiled after finally being able to voice his wish. Honestly, $Name thought it was a pretty good wish. Jacob didn’t have much success with the ladies, and if the genie could magically give him one, it might be the best-case scenario for him. “Granted,” The genie said before he poofed away, leaving behind a cloud of dissipating smoke. $Name looked around for Jacob’s girlfriend, not seeing anyone besides Jacob occupying the room. Jacob was doing the same, clear confusion riddling his face as he gave his head a bit of a scratch. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“So where’s this girlfriend I wished for?” he said, looking to $Name for answers. $Name simply shrugged his shoulders. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “That was certainly a magical experience, Jakey-poo, but I’ve gotta get to class.” $Name said, giving Jacob a pat on his arm before $Name picked his backpack up again and slung it over both shoulders. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “Do you want me to grab anything for you when I come back from class?” $Name asked pleasantly. Jacob was looking at $Name, shocked. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” The question stunned $Name. Why WAS he being so nice to Jacob all of a sudden? The obvious answer is that $Name wanted to make sure his Jakey was taken care of, but why did that also feel so wrong… it couldn’t be?! <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“B-b-ut I’m not a-” $Name started, panicked as the words caught in his throat, his cock and balls quivering for a moment before slamming backward into his groin. Inverting, folding, opening… into his brand new pussy. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Girl!” $Name’s hands grabbed at his flat crotch, not feeling the familiar lump that had been there his whole life. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Oh Jesus, I think I’m becoming your girlfriend!” $Name yelled to Jacob as $Name’s vision slowly dipped, his shirt and pants bunching up around his shrunken frame. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Oh god, Jakey, this is really bad.” $Name’s voice rose in pitch with each word, already starting to sound like the ditzy, worried girlfriend. $Name was panicking at the new sensations suddenly assaulting his body. His skin was more sensitive as he shifted and moved in his too-big-shirt, and thoughts of Jacob being so much more than a friend swam in his head $Name’s attraction rising as his skin prickled in arousal. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“I’m going to see if I can get some help,” Jacob assured $Name as he quickly left the room. $Name’s hair tumbled down the sides of his head, the soft, blonde highlighted locks resting gently against his face as he swiped them behind one of his ears. $Name was getting overwhelmed, pleasurable little shifts and motions on his face causing him to let out little squeaks of delight as things swelled, shrunk, and softened. The most notable being how big his lips suddenly felt as they swelled and pursed and distended from his face in large duck-like lip size, easily seeing them as you looked down past your petite nose. <img alt="Girlfriend Face" src="pngs/GirlfriendFace.png"/> <img alt="Girlfriend Small" src="pngs/Girlfriend200.png"/>‘Pleasing Jake with my mouth was so much easier since I got those injections.’ $Name’s eyes fluttered at the dizzying feeling of having such strong memories flying to the forefront of his mind. <img alt="Girlfriend Small" src="pngs/Girlfriend200.png"/>‘Jake is such an innocent boy, so cute and naive. I remember the first time we met. He couldn’t stop staring at my tits in the low-cut shirt I decided to wear that day.’ $Name giggled at the thought, bringing his hands to his big, bulging, round breasts that tented against his loose-fitting shirt, massaging and kneading the soft, round orbs as he moaned and tweaked a nipple. <img alt="Girlfriend Small" src="pngs/Girlfriend200.png"/>“Mmmnnuhhh fuuuuck” $Name felt so sensitive. The electric feeling made him yearn for Jake's touch. $Name’s hands were far too small to hold the full volume of his tits. <img alt="Girlfriend boobs" src="pngs/GirlfriendBoobs.png"/> <img alt="Girlfriend Small" src="pngs/Girlfriend200.png"/>‘I should really find to play with my tits. My little hands and long pink polished nails are far more inclined to be stroking Jake’s cock than holding my own titties.’ <img alt="Girlfriend Small" src="pngs/Girlfriend200.png"/>“Jakey *moan* where are you.” $Name’s pussy ached. Where was he? $Name didn’t get all dressed up to be left horny and waiting! $Name knew if Jake saw her, he’d be in her in a second. There was no way Jake could resist $Name’s curves in her tight red dress. $Name’s thighs clenched, feeling how the dress was nearly bursting at the seams from her wide and still growing hips and plumping juicy ass. The article of clothing was being drawn so tight $Name could hardly separate her slim legs from each other, but it gave her such an alluring hourglass figure it didn’t matter to her one bit. <img alt="Girlfriend Hips" src="pngs/GirlfriendHips.png"/> The door slowly opened as Jake poked his head back into your room. <img alt="Girlfriend Small" src="pngs/Girlfriend200.png"/>‘Finally!’ $Name nearly exploded in a relieved gasp, her body horny and wanting. A wide smile spread across her face as she put on a sexy act for her baby. <img alt="Girlfriend Small" src="pngs/Girlfriend200.png"/>“Jakey,” $Name pouted, “This dress is too tight, and my titties are nearly bursting out of it. Can you please help me take it off???” <img alt="Girlfriend" src="pngs/Girlfriend.png"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

<img alt="Classroom" src="pngs/Classroom.png"/> (align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/> “I-I wish I was rich!” Jacob studdered, finally being able to voice his wish. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘Now that’s a good wish!’ $Name nodded silently. The genie nodded in approval as well. “Granted,” the genie said as an obscuring poof of smoke filled the room. Coughing and fanning the smoke away, the haze faded, and $Name quickly came to realize that both Jacob and the genie were gone. Very puzzled, $Name assumed the best, <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘With Jacob's new riches, he was probably poofed into a mansion,’ he thought. $Name’s backup alarm on his phone sounded off just then, the annoying tone blaring in his pocket. ‘That’s right, class!’ $Name was so caught up in the magic of the moment he’d forgotten! But as he grabbed his backpack off the floor and took a look back into the empty room, he couldn’t help but be a little disappointed that Jacob had gone without him……………… After just narrowly making it to class on time, $Name took his seat closest to the exit, still thinking about what had happened in his dorm room. His mind swirling with thoughts of the genie and wishes. <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/>“Okay, class, let's get started.” the professor said <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘Oh boy, here he goes.’ $Name thought. The class was Philosophy 101. Most of $Name’s family and friends back home had told him that it was a complete waste of a class, and he was starting to agree with them. For the last three weeks, the professor had only talked about Socrates, and from the sound of it, it’s who he’d be talking about today as well. $Name let out a depressed sigh as he prepared for another hour of Socrates talk. <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/>“So the crazy thing is when you really think about it…” $Name watched as the professor suddenly got distracted from his lecture, something catching his eye near his desk. <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/>“Okay, who put a genie lamp on my desk,” the professor said, picking up and showing the lamp to the class. $Name leaned forward and looked closely… It was the exact same lamp that Jacob had back in his room! <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/>“No-one…? Oh, what, does someone want me to give it a little rub?” the professor said, acting cartoonish as he rubbed the lamp. Exactly as before, the lamp shook violently, wiggling from the professor's grasp as he dropped it to the floor, sending plumes of smoke culminating into a very recognizable genie. “I am the genie of the lamp. You get one wish AND only one.” The genie said loudly, “Now, what is your wish?” The class was silent, and the professor was stunned, but $Name found it extremely weird that the same genie would find his way into another person’s possession so close to where he’d just been. Something in his gut was telling him to leave and not watch the magic for a second time. What did $Name do? [[Quickly leave class->Get outta there!]] [[Stay and see what the professor wishes for->Stay and see what the professor wishes for]] ]

<img alt="Dorm Room" src="pngs/Dorm Room.png"/> (align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/> “I-I ummm, I - I want you to have the wish, $Name,” Jake said, panicking and facing you. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “What?! Why? Just make a wish, Jake. Come on, you could wish for anything in the world.” $Name told him, completely confused at his sudden decision. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“It’s just too much pressure. You do it,” Jake said with an exasperated sigh as $Name sighed alongside him. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Okay, fine… I’ll make the wish…” $Name said, facing the genie. The Genie nodded in acknowledgment that $Name would be the one making the wish. What did $Name wish for? [[Accidentally wish he didn’t have class anymore.->Accident]] [[Wish he could make a career out of gaming.->Career]] [[$Name wished he was an entertainer->Entertainment]] [[Wished he had the skills to help him get whatever he wanted in life->Skills]] ]

<img alt="Classroom" src="pngs/Classroom.png"/> (align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name pushed his doubts down. Here was an opportunity to see another person get their wish granted! So, $Name sat and watched the professor. <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/> “A wish?!” the professor said, breaking out of his stunned state. “I have no clue what I want,” he said, scratching his head. “You have one minute,” The genie said demandingly. This pressured the professor, and $Name couldn’t help but let out a small laugh seeing him so frazzled. <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/>“Okay, I got one,” he said, holding up a finger in epiphany. “I wish…” What did the professor wish for? [[Help in class->Wishes for help in class]] [[Students were more engaged in his class->More Engaged]] [[$Name’s doubts resurfaced, and he didn’t stay for the wish.->Get outta there!]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name couldn’t stay. Something was telling him to leave, so he quickly grabbed his bag and ducked out of class. $Name couldn’t help but feel like he dodged a bullet as he walked through the halls. It didn’t make sense that the same genie would appear AGAIN. That jealous feeling $Name’d initially felt for Jacob's wish had completely disappeared, replaced by a pit in his stomach that told him something was going very, very wrong. <img alt="Door" src="pngs/Door.png"/> Walking through the empty halls, $Name approached one of the entrances to go outside and pulled the handle to find the door was locked. He could easily unlock the door and leave since the lock was on his side of the handle, but looking outside, there were a lot of students scrambling on the campus grounds. They looked like they were running away from something… What did $Name do? [[Unlock the door and head back to his dorm room->Went outside]] [[Stay inside->Stay Inside]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/> “I wish I had some help in class, an aide of some sort,” the professor told the genie. “Perfect, I will choose one of your students for the job.” The genie turned to face the class, his eyes scanning every row and every individual. $Name watched the genie's eyes move, his arms folded across his chest as the genie's gaze met $Name’s. “Oh… I remember you…Ahahaha,” he laughed heartily. $Name slumped in his seat a bit as the genie acknowledged him. “ I think we have the perfect candidate in that young man right there,” the genie said, pointing to $Name. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “Hold on. I don’t want to be an aide for this class!” $Name argued. “You will…” the genie said, smiling. The genie snapped his fingers as he disappeared in a big cloud of smoke. As the smoke cleared, $Name felt a bit tingly and out of sorts. $Name looked around the class and saw that all eyes were on him. The students were waiting for something, maybe for $Name to announce he was the new aide. Even the professor was eyeballing $Name. <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/>“Do you feel any different?” The professor asked $Name. $Name did feel different, a little warm in the face, though that could be just because everyone was staring at him. $Name flexed his hands nervously, clenching and unclenching his fists as they started to feel tight. Then stiff. $Name’s hands shook like he was having a seizure as their size dwindled. $Name’s palms and fingers shrinking as maroon nail polish shimmered onto his dainty fingers. $Name scootched his chair out forcefully, standing up in shock as he hid his small hands from view. The professor must’ve noticed as he addressed the class. <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/>“Class, read from your textbooks. We’ll be back momentarily.” The professor wrapped his arm around $Name’s back and led him toward the door. $Name’s arms were buzzing, trembling as he was escorted out. $Name looked down at his small and polished hands as he witnessed his forearms soften and bulge to something more supple, losing their hair and strength; $Name groaned as the professor opened the door and pushed him through it. $Name leaned his back against the wall adjacent to the classroom door as his biceps felt weak, flexing and relaxing on their own. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Professor, what’s, ughhhh, happening to me?” $Name's arms shook, muscles replaced and bulged with soft, jiggly fat as they atrophied. The professor looked at your feminine arms in concern as he took a step back. <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/>“I think the genie may have looked into my mind and saw “the aide” I had envisioned.” He said, watching as $Name’s shoulders cracked down and rounded. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What does that mean?! Urghhh” $Name’s entire torso was enveloped by pressure. He managed two panicked breaths before his torso crunched down a size. His breaths ragged. “John, just tell me what’s happening to me.” John’s eyes widened. <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/>“Did you just call me John?” he asked. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“That’s your name, isn’t it? Nughhhh,” $Name squirmed against the wall, his waist curving and flattening while his lower back creaked forward to an arch. John took another step back away from $Name, his eyes locked on his chest. $Name looked to see what he was staring at. It was his shirt. The collar drooping down $Name’s chest as the bottom hem merged with his pants, the color of both turning to gray. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Nuhaaaaaa!” $Name pushed against the wall as his chest pulsed with pleasure. The collar of his shirt started to grow tight with his breasts swelling against it, gaining more and more mass until the orbs congregated tightly into the center to form cleavage with the two C-cups that had made themselves a home on $Name’s chest. $Name only felt anger as John witness the growth of his burgeoning bosom. <img alt="Aide Boobs" src="pngs/AideBoobs.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Rughhhh! Staring at my breasts? Now, John, really?” $Name was furious but also loved when he caught others staring at them. $Name blinked hard and shook his head as he whipped his hair wildly, the strands steadily growing longer and blonder as they pulled magically into a messy bun, $Name’s face twitching as his big red lips swelled. $Name’s jaw cracked as he got serious, his cheeks rounding, his nose shrinking while his eyes gained a foxy glare with long dark lashes and primped eyebrows that highlighted his crystal clear blue eyes. <img alt="Aide" src="pngs/AideFace.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Aide200.png"/> “Listen, John,” $Name’s throat tightened as he coughed in a sweeter tone and took a step toward John. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Aide200.png"/> “I know we have our fun, but it’s working hours.” $Name approached him slowly, each step suddenly gaining a click as heels grew out of $Name’s altering tennis shoes. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Aide200.png"/>“There’s no time for US right now.” $Name’s clicking steps came to sway his widening hips as his hands found purchase on them. His ballooning ass and chest jiggling as his inner thighs brushed each other in their growth. <img alt="Aide Hips" src="pngs/AideHips.png"/> <img alt="Aide small" src="pngs/Aide200.png"/> “But.” $Name had finally backed John into the opposite wall, and with nowhere left to go, $Name pressed his cushiony chest into Johns's, her pussy wet from arousal as she looked up into his eyes and stopped inches from his face. <img alt="Aide small" src="pngs/Aide200.png"/>“At the end of the day, I’ll make sure to ‘aide’ you… as best I can,” she whispered, planting a soft crimson peck on his lips and turning back toward the classroom. $Name could feel John’s eyes follow the sway of her hips as she held the door for him to return to class with a sly smile across her red lips as the new aide of the classroom. <img alt="Aide" src="pngs/Aide.png"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="professor small" src="pngs/professorFace200.png"/> “I wish my students were more engaged with my class,” The professor said. “A fine wish, though your class and your students' interests will have to change.” The genie said, rubbing his chin. “But I think I have the perfect idea!” He snapped his fingers, a giant smoke cloud suddenly obscuring the room. $Name did his best to clear the air, waving his hand rapidly as coughs from his obscured classmates could be heard through the smoke. The thick cloud eventually diminished after a few moments, $Name’s visibility returning to see that the professor that stood in front of the genie and class was gone. In his place, a beautiful blonde woman was standing in front of a camera that projected a close-up view of her face on the wall behind her. <img alt="professor transformed" src="pngs/TPFace.png"/> Even more curious was the fact that in front of $Name was now a small circular standing mirror with an array of different types of makeup in front of it. <img alt="professor transformed small" src="pngs/TPFace200.png"/>“Okay, ladies, let’s continue the make-up lesson,” the new woman professor said. $Name’d expected the males of the classroom to groan or argue at being called ladies, but the room was silent, $Name’s male classmates picking up their respective make-up tools with no argument but with wide eyes in, perhaps surprise. At least, that’s how $Name felt as he, without a thought, grabbed a lipgloss tube from the makeup in front of him—wondering why his body seemed to be on autopilot, he was unable to make a sound besides his internal mental disapproval as he leaned toward the small mirror. The mirror allowed $Name to see an extreme close-up of his face to the point where he could see all the imperfections that riddled it: Unsightly hairs, big pores, chapped lips, and dark circles. They’d never bothered him before, but something was ringing out in his head, telling him he looked terrible. <img alt="professor transformed small" src="pngs/TPFace200.png"/>“Just follow my lead, girls.” The professor grabbed her lip gloss and applied it with the wand. $Name ignored the fact she just called him a girl again and applied his own. It was amazing what a little gloss could do, $Name’s lips seemingly becoming more full and pouty as they shimmered with the applied product. It even seemed to have a profound effect on the rest of his face, his facial hair sinking into smooth and glowing skin and his jaw rounding to a more smooth round shape. Who knew a little makeup could do this much!? $Name anxiously waited for the class to catch up, watching as the other guys applied their lip gloss; everyone was starting to look so much better and cuter than before! With flawless faces, big pouty lips, and smooth skin. <img alt="professor transformed small" src="pngs/TPFace200.png"/>“Now watch as I demonstrate how to apply the mascara.” the professor announced. $Name looked on intently as the professor used the brush to darken and make her eyelashes more full; $Name was so anxious to try it himself! $Name brushed away some of the hair that was encroaching into his vision as he readied the brush for application. Very carefully, $Name made contact with his eyelashes, and it was like they extended before his very eyes! Growing long and dark, it really made his eyes pop, almost like they just got bigger! $Name already looked so good after just two basic applications of makeup; it was a wonder why he didn’t get into it sooner. $Name looked at the much cuter-looking boys in class, their eyes big and beautiful like his. They all seemed to be squirming uncomfortably in their seats. <img alt="Engaged Face" src="pngs/EngagedFace.png"/> Watching them squirm was making $Name feel uncomfortable, his stomach churning and groin tingling. It wasn’t long before he was squirming the same as them, his jaw-length $HairColor hair brushing against his soft skin with each uncomfortable shift. <img alt="professor transformed small" src="pngs/TPFace200.png"/>“Don’t worry, girls, it’s all part of the process,” the professor assured everyone. “I want you to ask yourselves why you took this class?” $Name was indescribably horny, his dick pushing tightly against the confines of his pants like it had a mind of its own <img alt="Engaged small" src="pngs/Engaged200.png"/>‘Why did I take this class?’ the question echoed in $Name’s mind as he struggled to concentrate. ‘To learn how to be pretty?’ But why would he want that? $Name was a guy, after all. Guys weren’t supposed to be cute or pretty. “AHHAHHNNNN,” a loud feminine moan rang out through the room. $Name turned to see that where one of the guys was sitting was now a girl dressed in clothes she certainly wasn’t wearing as a guy; with boobs, curves, the whole nine. <img alt="professor transformed small" src="pngs/TPFace200.png"/>“Yes, Brad! Now you are truly ready for this class!” The teacher clapped in applause with the rest of the girls in class. $Name looked away in shock, still shaking from the raging erection in his pants, as he brushed his shoulder-length hair behind one of his ears. $Name looked to the mirror in front of him and watched as his nose got smaller and his cheeks swelled; $Name’s moderately pretty face now a perfect symbol of youthful femininity. The question echoed again: ‘Why did he take this class? “AHHHHHHMNNNN!” another loud moan cried out from the room, followed by more applause. $Name’s hands gripped the sides of his seat tightly as he started to feel and hear low popping from them and his arms. He could feel his arms shift. Getting slimmer as they took up less volume in his sleeves, his grip less strong as his fingers and hands shrank. <img alt="Engaged small" src="pngs/Engaged200.png"/>‘I took the class because I wanted to learn how to be feminine, that's all.’ Was that really his answer? “AHHHHHNNN!” More applause. That couldn’t be $Name’s answer, his mind telling him there was more; he just had to say it! $Name felt like he was hyperventilating. Each breath was loud and overwhelming as he felt his body shrink into the seat, his shirt suddenly constricting his chest. He looked down to see the white tanktop he’d put on this morning, hugging his flat chest. “YESSSSSSS!” Applause. <img alt="professor transformed small" src="pngs/TPFace200.png"/>“Tell me, why did you take this class?” $Name glanced up to see the professor asking him the question directly. <img alt="Engaged small" src="pngs/Engaged200.png"/>“I-I don’t know” $Name answered, his voice sweet and feminine before his eyes drifted back down to his body. $Name’s waist was flattening, gaining curves at the sides as his hips widened. <img alt="professor transformed small" src="pngs/TPFace200.png"/>“Are you sure you don’t know?” The professor asked $Name. $Name’s cock throbbed between his swelling thighs, the beginning of breasts starting to be seen on his chest as a small amount of cleavage pressed out from his white tank top. <img alt="Engaged small" src="pngs/Engaged200.png"/>“I-I wanted umm…” $Name’s ass was squishing under him, spreading out on the chair as its size grew, his chest following suit, swelling even further. The amount of cleavage he had showing grew deeper and deeper with the amount of tit flesh that was piling behind his areola. The answer to her question was so obvious $Name just had to say it! “I wanted to be a girl!.. AHNNNNNNN!” $Name’s dick slurped into her body, retreating so rapidly a squelching noise could be heard as a new pussy took its place, her breasts thrusting forward one last time as they jiggled to their full size. <img alt="Engaged Boobs" src="pngs/EngagedBoobs.png"/> Applause sounded out as she fully transitioned to her female form, her interests a complete deviation from what she had before as she became a prime subject for the makeup class she’d enrolled in; and she couldn’t be happier! <img alt="Engaged" src="pngs/Engaged.png"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name decided the locked door was a bad sign and instead observed from inside the safety of the locked building. Quite a few people were running and looking over their shoulders at something out of view. $Name craned his head to get a better look, but… a portly guy suddenly slammed into the door, out of breath and very scared. “You’ve gotta help me. Let me in!” The dude frantically pulled the handle and pounded on the glass. “I won’t turn into one of them, please!” $Name was seconds from unlocking the door, but the guy was suddenly tackled by a busty blonde woman who started to make out with him. The man’s face quickly turned from fear to enjoyment. Was this what he was running away from? Making out quickly turned into something else as the girl started to attack his pants. $Name promptly turned around. He wasn’t going to watch the sex unfold. If THAT was what the guy was running away from, $Name didn’t understand why. That chick was hot. $Name let out a sharp whistle as he started to wander the halls. Today was far too weird, and as $Name rounded a corner in the hallway into another hallway, it got even weirder. <img alt="Hallway" src="pngs/Hallway.png"/> It was the genie again. Summoned by a scrawny-looking kid with glasses. “What the hell….” A third time? This was the third time $Name’d seen the same genie in a different person's hands… What does $Name do? [[Confront the Pair?->Confront the two]] [[Run Away!->Run away!]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name’s room wasn’t far. He could make it. $Name promptly unlocked the door and stepped out, breaking into a slight jog; $Name didn’t even notice the boy who was running at breakneck speed before he collided with $Name, clonking his head into $Name’s and sending them both onto the sidewalk. The boy held his head before his eyes grew wide, looking at something behind $Name before he scrambled off the ground to continue his mad dash. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ugh, what a dickhead,” The side of $Name’s head throbbed. He readjusted himself on the ground as he gingerly touched the spot where his head collided with the other guy before recoiling from the pain. After a few grunts, $Name sat up, still nursing that goose egg that was growing on the side of his head, hearing footsteps before being knocked back on the ground. Everything happened so fast. Someone was on top of $Name, mounted on his chest so he could hardly move, their face darkened by the sun that their head was haloed by. $Name shaded his eyes to see but hardly needed to because the girl closed the distance quickly, her big pink lips the first thing that caught $Name’s eyes as she grabbed his face and enveloped his own lips. Thrusting her tongue into his surprised mouth, he squirmed, trying to tear himself away from the girl. ‘What the fuck was happening!’ Her moans reverberated in $Name’s mouth as she gave his lips one last suck before releasing them with a pop. In a daze, $Name could hardly collect himself from the powerful forced kiss before he realized she’d already unbuttoned his pants and flopped out his hard cock. Was he really this turned on? Her wet mouth instantly took in his length. “Mmmmmph” The girl moaned, sucking $Name’s dick like it was some sort of treat she’d been deprived of. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Nughhhhhh,” $Name’s hips bucked, his balls tightening against him as his cock threatened to explode into the stranger's mouth. $Name had so many questions but was lost in the pleasure that this girl's mouth was providing. Her pace increased, her head like a piston as it bobbed furiously, her lips gliding across his length as she slurped and worked his cock down her throat. Resisting was futile, and $Name let himself burst into her mouth. Her eyes crossed as she swallowed his seed, a muffled moan vibrating his dick as she released it with a wet pop. “Mmmmm” she giggled as she licked off whatever cum remained on $Name’s cock as he lay on the ground, spent and dizzy from the event. $Name’s eyes fluttered as the girl simply bounced away. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What the fuck was that…” $Name groaned, shifting uncomfortably on the ground with his groin tingling. She must have totally drained him, $Name’d never felt so weak. Around his crotch, the tingling was getting stronger, accompanied by a tightness that gripped his balls; $Name’d never felt anything like it. His body jolted. Responding to the sudden pop he’d felt between his legs and again as another followed. $Name squirmed as a snaking sensation worked its way through his abdomen, rubbing his legs together at the increasing tingling happening between his legs. Was he really so horny after blowing his load just a minute ago? <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Mnnnuhhhhh!” It felt like $Name was cumming again, moaning as his dick tightened, trying to expel whatever it had left as it pulled rapidly into his body, the lips of his pussy taking form as his dick shrank inside. $Name’s stomach felt warm, changes taking place as his hips suddenly cracked out wide. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME!” $Name screamed as he started to writhe, his feet kicking as his entire body shortened and shrank into his clothes. “Aghhhhh” $Name felt his feet crack and shrink, his thighs and ass expanding. The squishy flesh spreading out from under him as he was raised slightly off the ground by it. <img alt="Bimbocolypse" src="pngs/BimbocolypseHips.png"/> $Name’s arms ached as he brought his hands in front of him, watching as they shook before diminishing to small, dainty things, long pink nails extending out from his slim fingers in moments. $Name dug those nails into the ground as his shoulders crunched and narrowed closer to his torso. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Hah…Hah…Hah..rnggg,” $Name’s breaths were quick, trying so desperately to survive whatever was happening to him, his waist feeling like it had just been trapped in a vice as it squeezed itself thin and waspish. $Name held his eyes shut, thrashing from side to side, soft hair somehow slapping him in the face and brushing against his cheek as he did so, $Name’s nipples assaulted by such sensitivity as he fumbled with the feeling on his chest. His fingers found and dug into soft flesh that was becoming more abundant by the second. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Are these fucking tits?!” $Name’s voice was high-pitched and sweet, something he didn’t expect as his lower back arched, his sweet voice moaning sweetly, his chest pushing out as the weight of the growing orbs increased. $Name’s boobs were quickly the only thing he could see when he looked down, the juicy mounds wiggling and sloshing around on his chest with every movement he made. <img alt="Bimbocolypse" src="pngs/BimbocolypseBoobs.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Someone help me!” $Name’s hands shot to his face, his skin undulating as endless cracks sounded out, the angles of his jaw changing to something more round and less strong. The bulbous swelling brought $Name’s fingers to his lips, their surface area growing like he was having an allergic reaction as they became big pink cocksucking pillows. A loud crunch echoed through $Name’s head as his nose shrank, and his lashes started to bat and tickle just above his rounded cheeks as their length grew. A few soft groans escaped his plump lips, a slight sensation at his eyebrows as they shaped themselves to primped blonde arches, the rest of his face settling down as erratic movement stopped. <img alt="Bimbo face" src="pngs/BimbocolypseFace.png"/> <img alt="Bimbocolypse" src="pngs/Bimbocolypse200.png"/>“Mmmmmm,~” $Name groaned, running her hands through her bleached blonde mane of hair that rested at her shoulders and stared into the mountainous tits that heaved from her chest. $Name’s body felt sensitive, her pussy twitching below as a horniness remained that she wasn't familiar with, one that stretched all the way into her stomach. $Name sat up, her breasts wobbling on her chest as she got her bearings, her long blonde hair falling into her vision. <img alt="Bimbocolypse" src="pngs/Bimbocolypse.png"/> Gingerly teasing it aside with a long pink nail and pursed lips, her eye suddenly caught sight of a portly man trying his best to run away. $Name’s sex drive suddenly jumped to eleven, her pussy gushing with arousal at the sight of him. <img alt="Bimbocolypse" src="pngs/Bimbocolypse200.png"/>“What is… this? Mmmmm~” $Name’s hands roamed her voluptuous body, pinching her tits, her mouth salivating at the thought of making the man release all of his tasty cum right into her. Drunk on the thought, $Name’s eyes glazed over as she licked her juicy lips. Getting herself standing, she traced her curves before bouncing in pursuit of the slow, running man, wanting nothing more than to fill this empty hunger that radiated inside her. [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name’s spider-sense tingled again. It was fight or flight time, and $Name already knew what he was choosing. He quickly took off back down the hallway he started on to create as much distance as possible before reaching the locked door to the outside where he’d first begun as he slumped against a nearby wall. ‘What the hell was going on? A third time? A third time?!’ $Name screamed in his head. $Name mused that the genie had to be jumping from person to person at the school. Otherwise, it didn’t make any sense why $Name was seeing The Genie so often. How was he going to get out of this mess?... $Name’s eyes widened as he saw a hulking man round the corner of the hallway. The Guy’s imposing seven-foot height only matched by his equally imposing bulk that had somehow shredded his pants and shirt. Upon closer inspection, The Guy’s face looked similar to the kid $Name’d seen with the genie just moments ago. The Guy caught sight of $Name quickly and suddenly broke out in a run in $Name’s direction. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“HOLY SHIT!” $Name yelled, struggling to get off the wall, but managed to reach the locked door before a massive hand gripped $Name’s shoulder and spun him around. Face to abs with the hulk of a man, the big guy lowered his head to $Name’s and made an audible sniff. $Name stood still, making sure not to put up any resistance lest the man crush him like a bug. “Mate,” The Guy growled, shoving $Name’s head level to his monstrous bulge, “suck cock” <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What the fuck, no, I’m not going to…!” “Suck Cock!” The Guy’s grip on $Name tightened, pushing $Name’s head more forcefully toward his crotch. A little sweat dripped down the side of $Name’s face. What was he to do? <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“If I suck your dick, will you let me go?” $Name asked shakily... The Guy grunted in response. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Goddammit,” $Name whispered as he slowly peeled the Guy's underwear off and let The Guy’s at least ten-inch cock spring forth, a little bit of glistening pre- already on the tip of his dick. This was the most depraved thing $Name had ever done, about to suck a man’s dick just to get free. $Name hesitantly brought his hand up and gripped the girthy thing and could feel it pulsing in his hand, growing another 3 inches in $Name’s grip as The Guy got hard. $Name gritted his teeth, ready to take this monster of a penis into his mouth for his freedom. $Name opened his mouth, slowly bringing it closer as The Guy suddenly forced $Name onto it. $Name sputtered, the big dick hardly fitting in his mouth as he started to move back and forth with the help of The Guy’s hand on the back of his head. “Heh heh, goooood.” The man’s voice rumbled above $Name. $Name closed his eyes and focused on getting a rhythm down. Back and forth, back and forth. If $Name wanted to get free, he knew he had to do a good job, so he tried some things. $Name swirled his tongue around the dick in his mouth, going fast, then slow. $Name was getting results, The Guy above him moaning in approval as $Name felt him tense. The Guy was about to cum, and $Name was prepared for it and braced himself as The Guy erupted in $Name’s mouth. $Name prevented The Guy’s seed from going down his throat. With a mouth full of cum $Name started to pull his head back to get The Guy’s dick out of his mouth and spit, but The Guy stopped $Name holding his head firm. “Swallow,” The Guy commanded. In no place to argue, $Name closed his eyes and swallowed hard, forcing the cum down his throat… $Name hated to admit it, but… it wasn’t that bad… The Guy released $Name’s head, $Name’s lips popping off his dick, his face buzzing like mad. Wide-eyed and afraid, $Name felt his skull crunch $Name’s $HairColor hair changing as long brunette hair quickly surrounded his shoulders and tickled his face. $Name’s lips pursed and bubbled around, bulging while magically lathering themselves red with lipstick, $Name’s jaw crunching and rounding as his nose shrunk down small, stubble and blemishes fading away from his face as his skin all over his body tanned and turned smooth. $Name’s eyelashes curled long and dark over his now large brown eyes while his eyebrows wiggled and reshaped to thin arches above them. $Name grabbed at his reshaped and feminine face, feeling his plump red lips and batting his long eyelashes, a visage of feminine beauty atop a very male body. <img alt="Wussy face" src="pngs/WussyFace.png"/> <img alt="Wussy face" src="pngs/Wussy200.png"/>“What did you do to me?!” $Name said in a panic, grappling with long brunette hair that felt so soft between his fingers. “Again!” The Guy yelled, grabbing $Name’s head and thrusting it back toward his cock. $Name stared and grimaced at the girthy cock and, even in his panicked state, knew that he had to listen and gobble that yummy cock up again, or The Guy would never let him go. With slight hesitation, $Name brought his mouth to The Guy’s cock and wrapped his soft red lips around it. Now, with a little more experience than before, $Name knew exactly how to get results. $Name bobbed fast, his hair wisping into his vision as his red lips easily glided up and down The Guy’s cock, taking the dick further down his throat than before. Again, $Name felt the man tense. $Name moaned and relaxed as The Guy shot another load into his mouth, $Name gulping down the second load. <img alt="Wussy face" src="pngs/Wussy200.png"/>“Mmmm,~” $Name moaned, eyes fluttering as he popped off The Guy’s dick for the second time. $Name’s entire torso was rumbling, trembling, as all at once $Name’s waist sucked in and curved, his arms slimming themselves with the atrophying of his muscles, $Name’s hands shrinking while his fingers elongated, $Name’s fingernails growing long and manicured. <img alt="Wussy face" src="pngs/Wussy200.png"/>“Nghhhhh,~” $Name wrapped his arms around his chest, an immense pressure breaking him down to a smaller size with a loud crack. $Name gurgled as his neck slimmed, disposing of his Adams Apple before his chest suddenly jutted out two bumps that quickly ballooned to a size that stretched his shirt to its limit. The heavy double D’s on $Name’s chest overflowed his slim hands as his kneaded them together. <img alt="Wussy Boobs" src="pngs/WussyBoobs.png"/> <img alt="Wussy face" src="pngs/Wussy200.png"/>“Ahhhhhnnn~” With a delighted moan, $Name brought his lips back to the man’s cock, without his ask. Staring up at The Guy with eyeliner-enhanced brown doe eyes as $Name took in his entire length to show off how good he was getting at sucking dick as $Name stopped sucking and teased The Guy with his tongue. A little cum dripped onto $Name’s black shirt, causing it to instantly part and change, sleeves becoming thin straps that clung to fabric that shrank and revealed $ Name's curvy sexy waist and cupped $Name’s breasts as the shirt transformed into the top of a bikini. Now with easy access to his big round titties, $Name decided to put them to good use. Pressing them together with his arms, $Name squeezed the man's cock between them, eliciting a pleasured growl from The Guy. With parted lips, $Name stroked him, waiting for the moment he could lap up The Guy’s tasty seed once again. $Name didn’t wait long as The Guy came quickly between $Name’s tits.$Name sensually licked the remainder from the tip of The Guy’s cock, a little drip falling from $Name’s juicy red cocksuckers onto his pants. With more spunk coursing through $Name, $Name’s dick quivered and pulled into his body with a wet squelch, his hips snapping out wide in an instant. $Name’s lower body filled like a balloon, tanned thighs gaining mass until they met in the middle, her ass pillowing out behind her as it squished into her plumping calves and around her shrinking feet. The pants $Name wore were so tight they nearly burst at the seams, but with the transformative effects of The Guy’s cum they soon curled up $Name’s legs, shrinking all the way to his hips to become a thong and revealing $Name’s voluptuous limbs and pillowed ass before turning to soft black fabric. <img alt="Wussy" src="PNGs/Wussy.PNG"/> <img alt="Wussy face" src="pngs/Wussy200.png"/>“Mmmm, Papi!” $Name giggled, standing up and tracing a long finger up from The Guy’s stomach to his chest. The Guy palmed $Name’s huge ass as $Name jumped and wrapped her legs around him, embracing her new boyfriend, Jackson, in a passionate kiss before Jackson slowly started to work his fingers into the straps of $Name’s thong. The fun had only just begun… [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ Enough was enough. $Name was going to find out what was going on. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Hey!” $Name yelled down the hall to get their attention as the pair turned to look at $Name. Quickly jogging over, $Name began to inquire. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Hey, I’ve seen you three times around campus now. What the hell is going on?” The genie raised an eyebrow at $Name before completely dismissing his existence. “Your wish, Jackson?” The genie asked. Jackson looked at $Name, then back to the genie, and chuckled a bit. “Genie, I wish I was a muscular alpha male who had no problem finding a girlfriend!” “Granted,” The genie said, snapping his fingers and promptly disappearing, a noticeable weight suddenly placing itself in $Name’s backpack after his disappearance. $Name glanced backward before Jackson grabbed $Name’s attention by suddenly gripping his own shoulders. “Nghhhhh,” Jackson groaned. Jackson was growing quickly. Literally, everywhere, arms bulking up, his shoulders widening, his hands becoming like baseball mitts. The young guy quickly turned his shirt to tatters his pectorals rippling, abs, a defined eight-pack. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Holy shit,” $Name said with a disturbed chuckle as Jackson swelled larger, his feet busting through his small shoes, legs far too big for his pants, and the guy’s fucking bulge growing to the point that it almost couldn’t be contained by his underwear. Jackson had become a hulk, towering over $Name at a bare minimum of seven feet. Jackson’s eyes scanned $Name like he was a piece of meat as $Name gave him a questionable look, wondering what was going through Jackson’s monstrous head. $Name watched Jackson’s nose move. Was he sniffing? “Hmph,” The hulking Jackson reached out and gave $Name’s head a quick pat, Jackson’s hand nearly wrapping around $Name’s whole head! “Alpha male,” Jackson growled before walking away slowly. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Huh, alright,” $Name said with a grin before taking his backpack off to look inside to see what had made it heavier. It took $Name only seconds to find that shining between some of his books was the lamp! $Name laughed happily as the thing had finally come into his possession. He could wish for anything he wanted now! But should he? $Name’s happiness was quickly dashed as he remembered the things that were happening around him… he’d do the right thing… $Name quickly rubbed the lamp, watching as it shook and shimmied in his hands before erupting in a plume of smoke like he’d seen many times before, culminating into the familiar body of the genie. “What is your wish, curious one?” The genie held a very mischievous smirk that made the hairs on $Name’s neck stand up. $Name took a deep breath. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I wish everyone's life returned to the way it was before you showed up and started granting wishes.” The genie frowned. “No can do. I cannot rewind time or overwrite any wishes.” <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“God dammit! Then I wish there was a way that I could get you to return things back to normal around here!” $Name yelled. The genie smiled wide at the wish, clapping his hands as $Name randomly found himself sitting on a stool at a table with the genie in an empty black void, with five red solo cups in the center of the table. $Name opened his mouth to speak, moving his lips as no sound came out. $Name grabbed his throat in surprise and tried to scream as a test… nothing. $Name clapped his hands and was able to produce the expected sound, but his voice was completely gone. $Name looked to the genie for an explanation. “As you just found out, I’ve taken your voice and placed it under these cups. <img alt="Cups" src="pngs/Cups.png"/> One cup holds the wish that will allow me to overwrite the wish I’d granted for the couple that's forced me into the hands of your peers. The others, well… They’re wishes you most likely wouldn’t speak. As you can see, the odds are mostly fair. I could have made it one hundred or even one billion cups with the vagueness of your wish, but truthfully, I’m tired of granting all these wishes, and I do so love a game of chance, so I leave my fate and fate of the rest of your campus… to your choice here.” $Name nodded confidently. He would pick the cup that would save his school from further turmoil, but… There was also a chance that he wouldn’t. $Name scratched his cheek as he looked at the cups before him. Which one is $Name going to pick? [[?->?(1)]] [[?->?(2)]] [[?->?(3)]] [[?->?(4)]] [[?->?(5)]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name lifted the cup and was surprised to find a stream of golden magic rise from under it and worm between his lips. $Name felt it reach deep into his throat as he suddenly blurted out... <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I wish I was the biggest, sluttiest, cum dumpsteriest bimbo ever, with the biggest fakest boobies and the largest fakest ass!” $Name slapped his hands over his mouth shaking his head from side to side as the genie's hands started to glow, a smile across his face. “As you wish, master, one huge bimbo coming right up.” The Genie blasted $Name with a stream of magic, blasting him off the stool he was sitting on. $Name’s surroundings changed in a blur as he regained his senses in a living room, seated on a couch, his hairless manly body completely decked out in pink lingerie. A quick assessment of himself told $Name he wasn’t a bimbo quite yet besides his hairless skin. Maybe there was time to reverse this somehow. $Name was about to get up but then suddenly stopped. What was he doing again? $Name’s head was buzzing. A little dizzy, $Name brought a hand up and closed his eyes to steady himself. That dizziness was $Name’s IQ dropping, his vocabulary and knowledge draining from his head. By the time $Name’d opened his eyes, he’d remembered why he had started to get up in the first place. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ohhhh, like, that’s RIGHT, duh, I need to, like, totally stop myself from becoming a complete bimbo.” $Name laughed. He was so dumb. How could he forget? Absentmindedly looking around, $Name’s bulge drew his attention downward to his manhood, which was hugged tightly by the soft fabric of the lingerie panties. ‘Oh my god, is that MY cock in those panties?’ $Name thought. It made him hard just looking at it. $Name’s loins ached to be touched… maybe if he weren’t so horny, he’d be able to focus a little better. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“UGHH I NEED to rub one off to clear my head,” $Name told himself as he reached in and flopped his dick out of the panties and started to masturbate. $Name’s cock felt so sensitive that he came quickly after just a few strokes as he moaned and left thick globs of cum on the ground below him. It was intense, a body-wide release that left $Name trembling, his cock retreating out of his hand slightly as he finished with a few deep-breathed moans. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Mmmm, that felt sooooo good.~” The feeling of hair extending down $Name’s body quickly made his eyes widen. Long blonde locks cascaded from $Name’s head in wavy curls that dropped around his vision and came to rest lightly around his shoulders and chest. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“OMG, I’m too late?!” $Name gasped, bringing his hands over his nose and mouth in distress, leaving just his darting eyes visible as $Name looked at the soft, voluminous hair that surrounded him. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Like, there’s gotta be something I can do,” $Name said, muffled by his hands. A pang from $Name’s groin suddenly made him yipe as his littler cock rose to full mast once again. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Uhhhmnn, HORNY AGAIN? MMmmmnn!! I know how to take care of you, Mr. Penis! Then I’ll, like, totally be able to reverse this.” Again $Name started to masturbate, stroking himself furiously. It was an even shorter time before $Name dribbled cum onto the ground again, a loud moan signaling his climax as his dick pulled shorter and out of his grasp further. $Name took notice this time. His dick no more than two inches in length! <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“AOHhhhmphh” $Name’s lips swelled from his face like a water tube, easily visible past his shrinking nose as they became true bloated cock suckers. $Name’s expressions bounced and twitched, recoiling from his altering facial structure with the rounding of his jaw and the rising and swelling of his cheeks. $Name blinked rapidly in response to his rounding eyes and growing eyelashes, his eyebrows twitching as they plucked themselves above, followed by a loud crunch that left $Name’s skull much rounder and more well-shaped for his feminine hairstyle and sexy face while the tightness in $Name’s throat lengthened and narrowed his neck, causing his Adam's apple to sink low and out of sight. <img alt="dummy face" src="pngs/DummyFace.png"/> <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Shit! I’ve gotta, like, stop fapping! Ooooo!” $Name pressed a finger into his bee-stung lips. It was like he was constantly pouting, his lips stuck pursed together from sheer size alone as he probed the heavy, bloated mass with his finger. <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Hmph, I don’t think I can stop it,” $Name pouted as his tiny penis rose up once again. <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“And you’re, like, not helping!” he yelled. $Name’s dick begged to be stroked again, throbbing like it just needed a single touch to erupt. $Name was sure that was all it would take. Just a touch to relieve himself from the horniness once again. <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Ugh, I, like, can’t help it!” $Name frowned as much as his huge lips would let him as he stroked his dick once again. $Name erupted in seconds, the smallest amount of cum eeking out as his cock slinked into his panties, nothing but a nub that was satiated for the time being. $Name knew what he did, his body tingling as he watched muscle melt away, traded for a light padding of fat, his joints clicking in his shoulders and arms as his frame was narrowed. <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Ooh~,” $Name’s nipples were buzzing as he wrapped his arms around his chest. $Name looked down to see the small points grow and widen, turning a light pink as his spine inched forward behind him. <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Ahnn,~” $Name let out a squeak of discomfort as the first burst of fat swelled behind his larger areola, accompanied by the suction of his waist as it toned and curved inward at the sides. //Swell// $Name’s tits swelled again as he pressed into them to slow their growth. <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“I, like, don’t want big bimbo titties!” //Swell// They felt so big in $Name’s hands, but that was only because his hands were shrinking with the growth of his bosom, his palms half the size they had been as his slim fingers desperately tried to keep his growing bust under control. //Swell// $Name could no longer contain his breasts as they swelled to double D’s. Anywhere he tried to push, the tit flesh would just spill out the sides of his dainty hands. //Swell // They were still growing and were unnaturally perky for their large size. Defying gravity as they continued to grow and push into the top of $Name’s lingerie. The tops of his mammoth melons were completely visible, while the rest spilled out of the sides. <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Please titties, no more!” //Swell// <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Ooo!” In defiance, they swelled again, $Name’s nipples barely hidden as his tits pushed the lingerie to its limit. It was like having two cantaloupes growing off him, their weight and their bulbous presence obscuring his lower body completely in a wobbly sea of tanned jiggly flesh. <img alt="dummy boobs" src="pngs/DummyBoobs.png"/> <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Hnnnnng, oh no, it’s back!” $Name yelled, trying to see past his chest. Below his tits, his little dick was throbbing, aching for one last orgasm. $Name’s new tits responded to this horniness, pleasure radiating out from his hard areola piercing the thin fabric of his lingerie. $Name folded his plump bottom lip into his mouth, moaning from the horniness that he was trying to resist as he rubbed his breasts in a circular fashion. <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Mmmmph, It’s too late… Like, just make me a woman already!” $Name pressed his arms together, squishing his tits into a mountainous valley as he plunged his hands into his panties. Using only touch, $Name was able to find his small nub of a penis and his small balls shrunken under them. $Name stuck his tongue out and rubbed his little dick vigorously until it squirted out what little seed he had left in him. <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Mmmmm, sooooo goooood” With that final release, $Name’s groin morphed, a slit opening below his sac to slurp up and convert his male genitals to their female counterparts. A loud crack sounded after, causing his hips to widen, instantly prompting his ass and thighs to swell, curving him into a perfect hourglass shape as his calves thinned and his toes and feet shrank. <img alt="dummy hips" src="pngs/DummyHips.png"/> <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Hmmmph.” $Name twisted her body on the couch. She could barely see her long legs below her huge tits as she wiggled the small toes on her feet. $Name let out a big sigh. <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Like, I miss my cock,” she pouted. “Did someone say they missed my cock?” A man’s voice sounded out from somewhere. $Name looked around for the source as a completely naked man walked into the room through one of the doors. Seeing the man ignited a fire in $Name’s pussy all the way to her belly, making her moan and drool at the sight of the cock hanging between the man’s legs. $Name’s horniness was back, her pussy begging to be filled just by the sight of a penis. $Name brought a long finger to her lips. <img alt="dummy small" src="pngs/Dummy200.png"/>“Like, I don’t know who you are, but put that thing inside me, baby.” The lips of $Name’s crotch were dripping as she rubbed her smooth legs together and bobbled her tits at the man's approach. Eyeing his cock, $Name knew she’d become exactly what she’d wished for. And, like, she fuckin loved it. <img alt="dummy" src="pngs/Dummy.png"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name lifted the cup and was surprised to find a stream of gold magic rise from under it and worm between his lips. $Name felt it reach deep into his throat as he suddenly blurted out <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>"I wish I was SofiaPika!” $Name slapped his hands over his mouth at the wish that’d just escaped and shook his head rapidly from side to side to signify what just came out was not something he wanted! $Name wasn’t even sure who Sofia Pika was! “As you wish, Master, if you want the life of SofiaPika, you will have it.” The Genie was, of course, being facetious, a big grin on his face, knowing $Name’s wish was the opposite of what he’d want as The Genie’s hands glowed brightly. $Name was promptly blasted off the stool by the Genie’s magic and flew through the black void at an ungodly speed, or so it felt. $Name’s hair whiped wildly before he suddenly hit the ground like he’d been seated the whole time. It was disorienting. The black void was suddenly gone and replaced by the bright blue sky, but that wasn’t all that had changed. $Name’s black shirt and blue jeans were gone. Instead, he was wearing something completely different, something totally girly and revealing. A blue tank top with multiple tears through the middle that really only covered $Name’s nipples and sweat pants that were unbuttoned all the way up so that his legs were as free as if he was only wearing underwear. Speaking of underwear, the uncomfortable nature of $Name’s predicament was exemplified by the thong he felt wrapped around his groin, making him squirm at its tightness. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “Even my body hair is gone,” $Name commented upon further inspection of his body, looking at his hairless legs and arms. Suddenly, a little ding in front of $Name alerted him to a phone on a tripod he hadn't noticed. It was using the front-facing camera so $Name could see how ridiculous he looked in the clothes he had on as $Name crawled toward it to see what the ding was all about. It was a comment. Apparently, $Name was live on some app, and someone was watching. ‘Sofia! Love your hair today!’ is what the comment read. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Umm, thanks, stranger.” $Name appreciated the compliment even though he thought his hair looked rather ordin- <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What the hell!” $Name’s $HairColor hair was brightening rapidly, turning a honey blonde as he watched it drop straight down his head. Tickling passed his ears as it swallowed them, then to his neck and shoulders until it came to rest around his chest. The hair was immaculately soft as $Name grabbed tufts of it and held it in front of him to get a good look until he was interrupted by another ding that sounded out. ‘Sofia! Your make-up is on point! It really highlights how beautiful you are!’ $Name was hesitant to respond this time, but that didn’t stop his face from visibly quivering on the screen like it was about to… //Crack... Crunch// $Name’s face altered in a second. Becoming rounder with soft, puffy cheeks. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ahhhhhhhhh!” $Name yelled. $Name gripped his face as his lips and nose shook. $ Name's lips swelled out to pillows and coated themselves in light red lipstick while his nose shrank and flattened before his eyes. $Name was left speechless as the surrounding skin on his eyes gained a shade of eyeshadow before his eye’s themselves grew round and sultry with long eyelashes growing over them. $Name’s face had become entirely feminine and sexy! $Name also noticed as he stared intensely into the camera that his eyebrows wiggled beneath his bangs plucking themselves to primped arches. <img alt="Sofia" src="pngs/SofiaFace.png"/> <img alt="Sofia" src="pngs/Sofia200.png"/>“I-I.” Name gasped, looking into his own big doe eyes. He swallowed hard to finish his sentence, but it was difficult, like something was stuck in his throat as he swallowed hard enough to swallow his Adam's apple, his neck slimming itself with its departure. <img alt="Sofia" src="pngs/Sofia200.png"/>“Don’t believe this… AH!” $Name yipped at the sound of his new sweet voice. Bringing a hand to his slim neck in shock at its new feminine sound. This was enough for $Name to make a move to turn off whatever app he was on until suddenly it dinged again with another comment… ‘Show us your tits!’ $Name’s entire body froze at the sight, his body growing tight and uncomfortable as the comment made his body react violently. $Name’s outstretched hand and arm slimmed immediately as muscles deflated and turned to fat. $Name could feel the excess make its way through him as his shoulders narrowed and his lower spine curved, forcing his chest out. It was like $Name’s pecs had turned to jello, little booblets pushing out and rounding as his small jugs could be easily seen encased in his ripped top. “Nuh!” $Name’s areola tingled as he felt them move, growing bigger and rounder as his chest jiggled forward again. <img alt="Sofia" src="pngs/Sofia200.png"/>“Whoever commented that! Fuck you! Nughhhhh.” $Name felt so sensitive while more fat continued to fill his chest, the bottom of his jugs starting to droop out of the swathes that covered his nipples. They were so big and getting bigger, hanging heavy off $Name’s chest like teardrops as they swelled to E cups that drew his barely there top tight against them. $Name’s big tits bounced together as he hunched forward. He couldn’t believe he just grew huge boobs. The wiggling sensation of all that fat just jostling around on his chest with each breath he took was so strange and pleasurable. His dick hard in the confines of the thong and sweatpants. <img alt="Sofia" src="pngs/SofiaBoobs.png"/> //Ding// $Name’s head shot up to look at the phone screen. His cute face read scared, with his pendulous boobs forming a wiggling canyon of cleavage below it. ‘What workout routine do you do to keep your waist so shapely and ass so thick?’ $Name’s lower body groaned in response as a suction gripped his waist, curving it and slimming it like he’d just taken a deep breath. $Name’s hips snapped out wide from his seated position as his ass cheeks and thighs started to quiver. <img alt="Sofia" src="pngs/Sofia200.png"/>“Uhhh, I-” $Name tried to answer. It was like a rush, $Name’s ass bubbling out as it swallowed the thin fabric that nestled between it—growing wide and squishy as it pillowed out behind him into wobbling globes. $Name’s sweatpants were hard-pressed to contain the jiggly globes that swelled as wide as his hips. $Name couldn’t help looking behind him to see the jiggly mass he now sported, only to feel his thighs swell immediately after. Plush flesh stretched his skin as his usually skinny legs grew twice their normal size with a significantly new amount of sloshing fat as they filled the gap between his legs. The sensitive skin of both legs pressing lightly against its neighbor. <img alt="Sofia" src="pngs/SofiaHips.png"/> $Name’s gelatinous thighs cradled his balls with their size, and that made him acutely aware if he didn’t do something quickly, they certainly wouldn’t be cradling anything for long. //Ding// $Name didn’t even look and just simply knocked the tripod over. If he didn’t read the comment, it couldn’t change him! So he thought… but the camera still faced displayed $Name’s body, the tripod resting on the ground in front of him as something gripped his groin. $Name leaned forward, grabbing at his pained sac as he begged, <img alt="Sofia" src="pngs/Sofia200.png"/>“No, no, not that, please!” his girly voice begged with a gasp, but that didn’t relieve the grip. It was pulling into him, growing tighter and tighter as $Name got on his hands and knees, gritting his teeth and writhing as he braced himself for the inevitable. His balls were tight he could feel them wanting to… //POP, POP// <img alt="Sofia" src="pngs/Sofia200.png"/>“Ahhhhn!” They squirmed into $Name’s body, and he could feel them snaking into his abdomen. Like a strange massage, $Name’s sac split and morphed, making him rock back and forth slightly as the lips of his new pussy formed, his hard dick throbbing as it, too, started to feel tight like it was about to explode. As the feeling mounted, $Name gasped, the explosion more of an implosion as the throbbing got smaller and smaller, shrinking into him until it tucked itself inside his groin. It finished, and $Name’s mind reeled. Memories of his past life melting away as the reason for being in the courtyard made perfect sense to him. It was for his onlyfans page, of course! $Name’s new pussy sat nestled in the fabric of his thong as his feet cracked and shrunk under him, his calves plumping up behind his shins as the feeling faded. $Name crawled over sensually to the camera she knocked over, making sure to give the people a good show of her wiggling cleavage before picking it up and reading the most recent comment, ‘Sofia, you’re my favorite girl!’ <img alt="Sofia" src="pngs/Sofia200.png"/>“Awe, thanks.” Sofia said, “You’re my favorite too ;)” <img alt="Sofia" src="pngs/Sofia.png"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name lifted the cup and was surprised to find a stream of gold magic rise from under it and worm between his lips. $Name felt it reach deep into his throat as he suddenly blurted out <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>"I wish I would transform into a big moo-moo milky anime lady!” $Name slapped his hands over his mouth at the wish that’d just escaped. The genie's hands were already glowing as he prepared to grant $Name’s wish. “One milky anime lady, coming right up!” The Genie yelled, blasting $Name off his stool as he landed hard on the ground as the darkness of the void faded; $Name's surroundings were bright and vibrant as birds chirped and the long grass tickled his legs. The black void was gone, and the genie with it. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Where am I?” $Name asked. $Name looked around; a clanking sound coming from his neck instantly made him peer downward, his eyes widening in horror as he found his body hairless and covered in a cow-print bikini with matching thigh-high stockings while also finding the source of the clanking! The clanking came from a bell around $Name’s neck that he fumbled around with as he tried to yank it off. Whatever the bell was attached to was fastened tightly to $Name’s neck, not budging in the slightest to his efforts. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“A moo moo milky anime lady,” $Name whispered, observing his body. He definitely wasn’t a lady, obvious by the bulge still in his bottoms. $Name also didn’t really feel milky, either. Maybe the genie made a mistake… one $Name wasn’t too sad about as he went to stand but instantly fell to his knees. $Name tried again but fell the same. He couldn’t get to his feet! <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“No, no, no!” $Name yelled, continually trying to stand with no success. He was stuck on his knees, with no amount of effort letting him get to the feet that he still had. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Fuck this,” $Name said, planting his hands on the ground as he started to crawl around the field he found himself in. After a good five minutes of crawling, $Name found a decent-sized hill, hearing soft mooing coming from the other side. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Must be a barn around somewhere if there’s cows nearby.” $Name told himself as he crawled his way up and over the ridge of the hill. The surprise on $Name’s face was magnificent as he crawled over the crest of the hill and saw the barn and “cows.” The mooing wasn’t coming from cows at all. What $Name was looking at were dozens of women who looked exactly the same as one another, crawling around on their hands and knees and dressed in the very clothes he currently had on, mooing softly amongst themselves. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What the hell is this?” $Name asked, dumbfounded. $Name looked on with mouth agape. Was this supposed to be his fate? “Hey, you! What’re YOU doing amongst the herd!” A voice suddenly called. $Name turned to face the voice and saw a farmer quickly jogging in his direction. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Thank god another person.” $Name started, ready to explain himself as the farmer quickly closed the distance <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Can you help me out? I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I don’t belong here.” $Name explained as the farmer roughly grabbed his collar. “I don’t know how you got out, but you’re not ready for the field yet!” The farmer said, tugging $Name roughly across the ground. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ack, what’re you doing!” $Name yelled. $Name’s body was frozen, the young farmer easily able to drag him across the ground as he took $Name in the direction of the barn. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Let me go. I don’t belong here!” $Name argued to no response. Why couldn’t he move!? Upon reaching the barn, The Farmer dragged $Name and threw him into one of the open stalls. As The Farmer’s grip on $Name disappeared, so did his immobility as he quickly clambered to his hands and knees to escape through the still-open door before The Farmer shut it. The farmer was far too quick and slammed it shut before $Name reached it, but that didn’t stop him from slapping his hands on the door and screaming. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Let me out! I’m not one of your damn cows!” $Name continued yelling for some time before he gave up, realizing it wasn’t getting him anywhere. The stall was small, hay covered the hard floor, and there was one hampster-like drinking station that hung against the wall. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“How am I going to get out of here?” $Name asked himself. The high stall walls loomed over $Name, with soft moos from the cow women dropping into his ears from above them. $Name needed to come up with a plan, and he had a lot of time to try and escape, and he did, as he spent hours trying to do so. Climbing the walls? Impossible; $Name’s legs would always buckle under him. Playing sick? Nobody would check on him. Screaming and shouting? No one would answer. It looked like escape was impossible as $Name crawled over to the little drinking station to at least hydrate himself. $Name wrapped his mouth around the spigot and sucked. The liquid that entered $Name’s mouth was sweet and creamy, easily sliding down his throat as he smacked his lips in refreshment. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Oh, wow.” $Name said in amazement, it did so much more than refresh him. It filled his stomach too, $Name’s hunger fading as his worries melted away. Being trapped now the least of $Name’s problems as he went in for a second swig <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Oh, that’s so good…” $Name said, scratching one of his long ears. Wait… long? $Name’s hands quickly reached up and grabbed onto the distended ears that were a good four inches away from where they should be. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What the?!” $Name asked, confused as he played with the things, flopping them around in disbelief as he panicked. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“My ears, my fucking ears!” $Name knew exactly what did this. Vowing never to take another drink of the stuff in the spigot again, he crawled into a corner and simply sat… Time passed slowly, and whatever was in that drinking station clearly had an addictive effect. $Name’s mouth was dry, and his stomach empty as he yearned to fill them both with the creamy substance. $Name also discovered more than his ears had changed. He’d also grown stubby little horns on the top of his head, not visible through his hair but present nonetheless. $Name rocked back and forth, using every ounce of resistance to stop himself from crawling over and drinking from that glorious station. $Name whispered the mantra <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Stay strong” repeatedly as he drifted off to sleep… $Name dreamt of drinking from the spout, the smooth liquid going down his throat like before, ending his thirst and hunger as he suddenly coughed and sputtered awake, waking him from his sweet dream as he found himself in front of the spout again the taste of the liquid coating his tongue and mouth. $Name’s stomach growled at the reintroduction of the stuff, making his body shake as his hair entered his vision, growing down to his neck, his body shrinking slightly with the atrophying of his arms and chest muscles. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ahhhh,” $Name’s eyes glazed at the sweet feeling of his body shrinking, the tickle of his hair around his neck and face as his long, floppy ears twitched in delight. It took only a moment before $Name snapped out of it. Coming to his senses, he backed away from the spout and took stock of his changed body. What was he going to do if he couldn’t even sleep?! $Name’s stomach growled again. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ughhhh,” $Name groaned. It was still so empty… Shamefully crawling back toward the spout, $Name wrapped his lips around it and sucked and sucked and sucked. As soon as his belly was filled, he’d stop, but until then, $Name was going to drink as much as he could. It was so good. $Name could feel his body condensing even more with each drink he took, his hands scraping against the floor as they shrank, his shoulders closing in on his chest as they narrowed. $Name even had to adjust his drinking position as his shrinking spine pulled him away from the spout. How was he not full yet? $Name’s stomach rumbled as he continued to suck. Bloating slightly as it filled with the liquid, even his chest was bloating, his bikini top pushing out a little at a time as he downed more of the creamy substance. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘I need to stop… but I’m almost full… Just a little more…’ $Name thought, continuing to drink. $Name’s tickling hair dropped to his shoulders, and down his exposed back, turning white almost everywhere save for his bangs, which gained two streaks of black <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmm.” It felt so good to feel his horns growing, like a pleasurable scalp massage, as they came to two points at the top of $Name’s head. $Name’s chest still swelled, starting to hang off of him as they bounced into each other with a slight movement, growing heavier and heavier as he drank. “Milk me” “Milk me” “Milk me” <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘Who was saying that? Milk me?’ $Name hadn’t heard anyone say that the whole time he’d been trapped, but now it was like it was all around him. $Name’s chest had grown pendulous, swinging off his petite torso like a couple of water balloons, their weight heavy behind his nipples as they hung below him. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘Okay, I’m full… now I just have to stop drinking.’ $Name’s sucking only stopped for a moment before he continued, his spine arching as his ass thrust further up into the air. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘Okay, that’s enough, let go…’ $Name’s dick was tight between his legs, his balls shrunken and small as they hugged his groin. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmm” $Name moaned, trying to detach himself from the spout, his jaw rounding and lips swelling around it to create a better seal. <img alt="Cow" src="pngs/Cow LifeFace.png"/> <img alt="Cow" src="pngs/Cow Life200.png"/>‘Let me… Milk’ $Name couldn’t let go, and his body wouldn’t move, too addicted to the taste of the sweet milk as his nose shrank and eyes grew big and doe-like. <img alt="Cow" src="pngs/Cow Life200.png"/>‘I need to…Milk’ $Name’s dick squirmed between his legs, shooting up into him as he continued to suckle. $Name’s ass and thighs swelled slowly as his thigh highs grew tight and the bottoms squeezed against his dripping sex and between his swelling asscheeks. <img alt="Cow" src="pngs/Cow Life200.png"/>‘Milk…’ $Name’s hips cracked wide as her squishy thighs met in the middle, her ass jiggling behind her as she shook it in pleasure. ‘Me…’ $Name’s nipples were warm. Something was… dripping? ‘Milk me…’ $Name’s calves rounded, her feet cracking small as big wet spots slowly dampened the cups of her bikini top <img alt="Cow" src="pngs/Cow LifeBoobs.png"/> <img alt="Cow" src="pngs/Cow Life200.png"/>‘Milk me…Milk me…’ “There she is. It looks like you're ready for the field, Lola. After a milking, of course.” $Name’s glazed eyes turned toward the farmer as he placed a bucket under her. Undoing her top for The Farmer, Lola mooed softly as her udders dripped milk down her soft body. Grabbing them, The Farmer massaged the milk out of them in spurts, each spurt filling the bucket more and more as Lola’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, her pussy gushing with each stream that left her engorged udders. This was her wish, to become part of the herd. To become Lola, the new cow on the farm. <img alt="Cow" src="pngs/Cow Life.png"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name lifted the cup and was surprised to find a stream of gold magic float from under it and worm between his lips. $Name felt it reach deep into his throat as he suddenly blurted out <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I wish I was the best ballerina in the world!” $Name slapped his hands over his mouth. The genie's hands already glowing with magic. “World's best ballerina coming right up!” The Genie yelled. The magic flew from The Genie’s hands and blasted $Name off the stool he was sitting on. $Name flew through the air for a moment, the world blurring for a moment as the ground somehow found it’s way under his feet, leaving him standing. Completely disoriented, $Name stumbled before someone grabbed his shoulders. “Are you okay?” A voice said from behind him. It was a woman's voice, and she quickly made her way around $Name. “Don’t tell me you’re getting sick on me. We didn’t come all this way for you to get sick!” Still trying to get his bearings, $Name’s eyes wandered… Curtains, a dancer performing, a crowd, a stage, a bossy black-haired woman with glasses. Where was he? <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “Where am I?” $Name asked the woman “Oh my god, have you really lost it? You’re at the finals of the Universal Ballet competition! Oh god, this can’t be happening. After all our hard work, and you do this to me. Oh, what a disaster.” She was clearly having a meltdown. Realizing $Name’s clothes were rather tight, he looked down and was greeted with the sight of a tight white leotard that exposed his hairless legs and was see-through mesh in all places but the chest and crotch, accompanied by ballet shoes that clung snugly to his feet; It was entirely uncomfortable. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Holy shit!” now it was $Name’s turn to freak out. The genie really put him in the place of the world's best ballerina! *SLAP!* The woman had smacked $Name across the face, her slap stinging as he nursed his red cheek. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Umm, OW! What was that for!” “You were freaking out. I had to. Now stay still and listen to me,” she commanded. $Name’s body followed her command, freezing in place as he stood up straight. Strangely enough, $Name could still move his head as he looked around in a panic at his body’s sudden betrayal, but that was all he could do. “You’re the tippity top of the women's league in terms of skill, but that doesn't mean you can slack off, girl,” The woman spoke. $Name felt movement in the crotch of his leotard, his dick squirming as he looked down at his bulge, watching it deflate as it retreated into him, a pussy forming in its place, the lips of which were slightly visible through the fabric of his leotard. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Huh, what the hell!?” $Name whispered so as not to interrupt. He started to hyperventilate as the woman continued her speech. “There’s no time to get cocky even though you’re in tip-top shape, your body slim and also toned. Thanks mostly to me for putting you on that diet and that rigorous training program.” Her words were changing $Name, his arms deflating as his muscles became less big and more toned, his waist curving in as it slimmed with his arms while his shoulders crunched and narrowed. $Name’s hips jutting out to either side of him with a sharp crack. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Please, coach. Stop it!” $Name yelled, wait… coach? “Haha, well, I can’t take all the credit, can I? You were born with the right equipment. Your thick, powerful legs were a sight to behold when I first met you, allowing you to easily keep en pointe in any circumstance,” Coach admitted. $Name’s legs trembled, his thighs swelling with lithe muscle as his ass did the same, becoming a round and perky bubble butt while his calves toned and strengthened. $Name’s feet followed, cracking in the ballet shoes, becoming small and dainty as they slowly raised to a pointed position under him. <img alt="Ballet Hips" src="pngs/BalletHips.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmph.” $Name shut his eyes. He could remember the times she was talking about. New memories he was sure he never had came to the forefront of his mind as he tried to fight them. “Honestly, I was mesmerized by the way you moved so gracefully. Amazed that having such a long head of hair didn’t slow you down.” Coach continued. $Name’s fingers were cracking, hands shrinking as he took in Coach’s words, long brown hair billowing out of his head and dropping around his frame to his waist as his face contorted in emotion, $Name’s mind losing the mental battle against the new memories that bombarded him. “You were more than a pretty face for sure, skilled beyond your years and more mature too,” Coach complimented. $Name’s spine arched, thrusting his chest out as small breasts filled the front of the leotard, his face twitching and shifting as it slimmed and rounded. His lips swelling to a pout while his nose shrank to a round, cute button on his face. $Name opened his eyes as they grew wider and more beautiful, long lashes pushing out of them as his eyebrows were plucked to slim arches. <img alt="BalletFace" src="pngs/BalletFace.png"/> “And that’s why I know you can win this thing and be the best ballerina in the world,” Coach encouraged. A big white smile spread across $Name’s pretty face as she gave the coach a big hug. Coach was right. She could do it! “Now get ready. You’re up next!” Coach said. Getting one last stretch in before $Name went on stage, she grabbed the wall. It was time to show the world why she was the best. <img alt="Ballet" src="pngs/Ballet.png"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name lifted the cup and was surprised to find a stream of gold magic rise from under it and worm between his lips. $Name felt it reach deep into his throat as he suddenly blurted out, “ I wish, as the winner of this game and for you, ‘Zaed The Great Almighty Genie,’ to return everything to the way it would be as if Mark and Gina hadn’t made any wishes with your lamp.” As $Name heard the words, he let out a deep sigh of relief, knowing that he’d picked the correct cup, before giving a slight smile to the genie. To which he smiled back. <img alt="End" src="PNGs/Happy Ending.PNG"/> “Excellent job, master. I was rooting for you, though I also wouldn’t have minded making your life a little more interesting with some of the wishes I had under these cups.” The genie lifted the cups as gold streams of words swirled in the air and spoke themselves with your voice.” “I wish I was SofiaPika!” “I wish I would transform into a big moo moo milky anime lady!” “I wish I was the best ballerina in the world!” “I wish I was the biggest, sluttiest, cum dumpsteriest bimbo ever, with the biggest fakest boobies and the largest fakest ass!” $Name cringed a little as he heard the last of the wishes, thanking his lucky stars he’d picked the right cup. “As I promised, I will revert everything I’ve done. No one will remember anything that has transpired today besides you. Young man, I wish you luck in your future endeavors. May we, hopefully, meet again.” He said with a wink before clapping his hands together. A bright white surrounded $Name, making him flinch as the voice of his professor could suddenly be heard droning on about philosophy. $Name looked around in amazement at the adventure he’d just been on, realizing that he’d most likely saved everyone in this very classroom. $Name had a big smile on his face as he tuned into the professor, knowing he’d just saved the campus from utter catastrophe. [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “Alright then, genie, easy wish… I wish I could make a career out of playing video games,” $Name told The Genie. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Aw, that’s a good one,” Jake said, jealous. “Easy wish indeed. I know just what to do,” the genie said, snapping his fingers, which released a plume of thick pink smoke that obscured the room. Through a fit of coughing and waving of his hand, $Name felt an immediate difference standing in the billowy smoke, magic flowing through him, making his entire body tingle and shake. A slight pressure acting on all sides of his body, but nothing too extreme. It filled $Name with a bit of excitement, knowing that his future would be enjoying video games. It was too bad Jake let the pressure get to him. $Name knew he would’ve wished for something similar if his head was clear. The smoke was dissipating, $Name’s surroundings becoming more visible as it became more of a haze. $Name was ready to begin his new career, and his mind was suddenly filled with purpose and the next steps he would have to take to make gaming a career. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“What happened to you?!” Jake suddenly cried out as the haze fully cleared. $Name turned and looked up to meet Jake’s gaze, which was an immediate red flag since $Name was around the same height only a moment ago. $Name’s mind tried its best to make sense of the situation… <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“When did you get taller?” $Name asked, puzzled. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“I didn’t get taller; you’re shorter, $Name!” $Name raised an eyebrow and looked down at himself. His clothes still fit just fine. His black t-shirt and blue jeans not really loose or baggy. Heck, even $Name’s shoes fit perfectly fine. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Okay… whatever I’ll take your word for it, so what if I shrunk. I think my wish was granted! It’s like my mind is enlightened with the knowledge I need to do to make gaming a successful career!” $Name said excitedly. Jake seemed to be put off a little by $Name’s giddiness. Jake’s face twisted in confusion. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“I don’t get it, so he just gave you knowledge and shortened you. How does that work?... $Name, your hair!” <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Jeez, man, calm down. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s just the magic making sure that I’ll succeed.” $Name said without a worry, his scalp tingling like crazy. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“It’s pink!” Jake yelled Pink was an odd choice of color for $Name’s hair to turn, but even if it was turning pink… He was positive everything was going to plan. Within moments of $Name’s short hair turning a mixture of pink and blonde, a new sensation quickly started to accompany the tingling… a pushing from $Name’s scalp… strands of his hair wiggling as weight grew on $Name’s head. Growing until they had nowhere to go but push beyond, and grow down the sides and back of his head. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Holy shit, man!” Jake yelled. Jake had every reason to be freaked out. With the long pink locks growing out of $Name’s head, $Name had the thought that he should be freaking out as well, but as the locks came to rest around $Name’s shoulders, he couldn’t help but think about how good they looked. Pink was certainly eye-catching. It would probably help him hold a viewer's attention if the gameplay reached a boring part. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Listen, it’s okay, Jake. I think this is all part of it.” $Name said, tucking hair behind his ears. As $Name reassured Jake, it also seemed to elicit some sort of reaction within himself, $Name’s mouth stretching into a pearly white grin as happiness poured into his soul. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Now your face!” Jake shouted, pointing. A quick grab with both $Name’s hands made him realize what Jake was talking about. All $Name’s facial hair had just retreated back into his skin. What was left was perfectly smooth. $Name simply giggled at the discovery because more was sure to come. He could feel every shift as the features of his face changed, the shape of his eyes slanting, his cheeks rounding and swelling, his chin and jaw pulling back and shrinking, his nose losing its point as it wiggled round and small. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Oh, my god.” Jake’s face stretched further into shock as $Name’s lips swelled more prominently around his exceptionally white smile, watching as $Name’s eyelashes grew and curled over $Name’s slanted eyes. Jake hated to admit it, but $Name looked cute… and what was happening became perfectly obvious to him. The wish $Name had made was turning $Name into a Chinese e-girl! <img alt="gaming face" src="pngs/GamingFace.png"/> What a rush! so many different sensations pushing and pulling on $Name’s face, and he was pretty sure he even felt his skull crunch at some point during the whole thing. The best part was, it wasn’t even over! It felt like something was caught in $Name’s throat, but with one big swallow, it was gone. $Name let out a sweet-sounding exhale as he looked Jake in the eyes. It seemed like Jake wanted to say something. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Ready to admit that my wish is working like it should?” $Name asked with a big smile, his voice high-pitched and cute as he placed a hand on his hip. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Working like it should? You’re literally changing into a Chinese girl!” Jake yelled back at $Name. <img alt="gaming face" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Chinese girl?” $Name questioned sassily. $Name supposed he could walk to a mirror and see for himself everything that’s happened to him, but he would rather just trust in his wish, and ignore Jake's words. <img alt="gaming face" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/> “I could feel my face changing, Jake, and I’m sure it changed to something better suited for playing games live. Okay?! Plus, I’m sure I still have a dick in my pants, so your girl theory doesn’t make much sense.” <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Maybe not yet, but everything that’s happened to you has made you more and more like one!” Jake retorted. <img alt="gaming face" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>'What an annoying guy,' $Name thought, folding his arms. Did $Name have long pink hair? Yes. Was his face different? Yeah. And did his voice sound a little effeminate? Sure. But to say he was becoming a girl just because of some minor changes like that was ridiculous. $Name’s wish was just coming true, was all, and if some changes had to be made to his physical appearance to make it happen, that was fine with him. Speaking of… $Name was starting to feel something happening to his arms, only noticing because he’d decided to fold them. They were getting softer, $Name’s muscles visibly fading away in favor of a layer of soft fat, trading definition for alluring softness down to his wrists. Jake noticed $Name squeezing his arms, prompting Jake to ask a smug question. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Hey, are your arms okay? They’re looking a little soft.” <img alt="gaming face" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Yeah, they’re fine, thanks,” $Name responded softly, pressing his fingers into his smaller, squishier arms as his shoulders suddenly shrugged in a kind of forced twitch, permanently narrowing them as he cautiously brought them back down. ‘Maybe Jake was on to something with that whole becoming a girl thing…’ $Name thought as his fingers started to shorten. $Name’s entire palm crunching down as every one of his fingers lost its length and girth, accompanied by the gentle pulling of each of his fingernails to a sharp crescent over his fingertips. <img alt="gaming face" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Hmmm…ehhh…” $Name grumbled, scrunching his cute face in realization as his lengthened nails gained a sheen of light pink. The changes didn’t really bother $Name. If he was to become a girl for his wish, then so be it, but admitting to Jake that he was right was another thing. $Name could feel Jake’s smug face burning into the back of his pretty pink head, just waiting for $Name to turn around and tell him he was right. But $Name wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. $Name quickly turned around, throwing his small arms and painted fingers behind his back. <img alt="gaming face" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Well, it seems like my arms actually got stronger. And my hands bigger, too,” $Name told Jake. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“That’s hard to believe… SINCE YOU’VE ONLY GAINED GIRLY ATTRIBUTES THIS WHOLE TIME!” Jake shouted back. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Welp, believe it 'cause that’s what happened…” $Name was suddenly forced to sharply inhale, causing his stomach to rapidly flatten, and with two pinches at his sides, his waist had curved. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Ugh,” $Name groaned, running his hand along his toned stomach, inadvertently giving Jake the perfect view of $Name’s pink-painted nails and small hands. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/> “Ah, see?!” Jake yelled, pointing to $Name’s hands, surprising $Name enough that he instinctively hid them again. “How are you not freaking out about becoming a girl?!” Jake asked, concerned. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“I just think it’s fine, is all…” $Name sighed in defeat. There wasn’t any reason to bluff anymore, though $Name wasn’t doing a great job to begin with. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“I’m not sure if it’s the wish messing with my head or what, but I feel fine with everything that’s going on… It’s like all these changes are just the prelude to the great success I’ll have after they’re done,” $Name smiled. //Crack Crack// $Name’s hips had just widened at the end of his schpeal, cracking themselves apart to leave his shape decidedly curvy and leaving the room dead silent with the sound they made. Jake shook his head. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“You’re not in your right mind. There’s no way you’d be alright with this!” <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Mmmmm…” $Name suddenly moaned. The last few of Jake’s words seemed to fade to a muffle as $Name’s groin began to stir, his eyelashes fluttering as an invisible pleasure started to stroke the manhood in his pants. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Wha-...what was that Jake… I did- I didn’t hear you… Mmmmm… oooooo~” $Name bent at the waist, running his small hands gently over the growing bulge at his crotch. The feeling was familiar, $Name’s dick growing hard and straining against the confines of his pants like many times before, but… This time it was just. More. The pleasure radiating from the tip of his dick into his balls and stomach. Pushing him closer and closer to the inevitable orgasm that was approaching. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Oh god, don’t tell me…” Jake said, watching $Name gently stroke himself over his pants, $Name’s cute asian face dripping with lust as he gently moaned and cooed with the sensations occurring within him. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“I’m gonna… nuhhh… cum~” $Name moaned. That’s when one of $Name’s testicles suddenly entered his body, causing the building orgasm to release in a spray of cum that pumped from $Name’s dick into the tight confines of his pants. “Oh shit, uhhhn~.” Following the first, $Name’s second testicle slipped inside him, prompting another burst of pleasure to release from the head of $Name’s cock. The growing wet spot in $Name’s pants made Jake look away. He didn’t want to see his roommate experiencing such an intense-looking orgasm, but Jake also didn’t want to leave… The end of $Name’s transformation was rapidly approaching, and he wanted to see the final product, whatever that might be. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Uhhnnn… fuuuuck… mmmmm~” $Name’s sac was completely empty and pulled flat against his groin, his dick now just leaking clear fluid from the tip into his underwear as it began to lose its hardness. Tugging itself smaller and smaller with each moment that passed. Still lost in the afterglow of his dizzying orgasm, it registered in $Name’s mind that his bulge had faded. His hand no longer feeling the rock-hard member that had been straining his pants only a moment ago. Instead, finding himself feeling something opening where his sac should have been. A moist spot that was growing longer and deeper by the second. It only took a moment for $Name to realize he’d lost his balls, and a pussy was quickly taking its place, morphing and repurposing the skin around it to for $Name’s ‘soon to be’ new sex. $Name pawed at his rapidly emptying crotch area, feeling his dick throbbing as it shrank to nothing but a nub before inverting itself into the fully developed hood of your new pussy. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Haaaah!...Oh shit,” $Name gasped. The realization of his new womanhood between his legs was shocking, not because he didn’t expect to gain one, but because of how natural it felt to have one… With $Name’s very soiled pants, he wanted nothing more than to change into some fresh clothes, but his legs were shaking… <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Are you done cumming your brains out now? Can I turn around?” Jake asked. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Uhhh… yeah…” $Name responded shakily, his legs continuing to tremble until his thighs suddenly felt tight, the muscles within bracing as fat suddenly started to flood in. The growth mostly felt with the fabric of $Name’s pants growing tighter, constricting around his plumping thighs… The pants stretching at the seams to accommodate the added mass packing into his gently swelling legs. $Name locked eyes with Jake as Jake turned around, his gaze instantly moving to $Name’s legs as Jake saw them rapidly taking shape. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Holy shit, man… you’re getting curves…” Jake said lowly. As the legs of the pants grew adequately tight, the tremble in $Name’s legs crawled up the backs of his thighs into his ass. Similar to $Name’s legs, what muscle was there tensed and tightened, bringing $Name’s posture upright and his pelvis forward. With a timid gulp, $Name craned his head over his shoulder and watched as his ass started to puff and wobble outward. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Don’t tell me you’re getting an ass too?” Jake said, his voice hardly registering to $Name. $Name’s eyes were locked on his butt as the gentle jiggle of fat moving into his backside began to show results almost immediately. Both his butt cheeks beginning to round and push into the loose fabric at the seat of his pants. The growing weight in $Name’s backside continued to pile on until his ass stuffed the back of his pants with jiggly fat in an identifiable bubble butt. <imgalt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“My god Jake, look at this thing!” $Name exclaimed. $Name presented his ass to Jake, allowing Jake to view his new plump butt in all its glory. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“I’ve seen bigger,” Jake said simply. Which made $Name spin around, surprised and a little appalled at Jake’s response. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“What the hell, Jake!” $Name puffed, his cute Asian face turning a little red. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Ha, sorry! I’m just saying,” Jake quickly defended. $Name was only a moment from chewing Jake out, but a sudden softness had suddenly invaded $Name’s chest, making it puff slightly outward and causing $Name’s nipples to lightly braze his shirt. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Uhhhn!” The gentle braze nearly instantly turned into a full-on tent as $Name’s bosom swelled out again to push his black t-shirt slightly off his body. The room was silent as $Name and Jake eyeballed the growing tits on $Name’s chest. With eager hands, $Name moved to cup the mounds, wanting to feel what his new breasts felt like at their still small size. That was until Jake’s hands suddenly beat his to them. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Ah, Jake, what’re you doing?!” $Name asked, shocked, as Jake began to fondle $Name’s small boobs. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“C’mon, please. I’d let you touch my tits if I turned into a girl,” Jake begged. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Mmmmm…” $Name blushed as Jake started to massage his chest… it felt good, whether $Name wanted to admit it or not. Which he wouldn’t. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Uhnnn!~” $Name’s boobs had just grown again, Jake’s hands moving around more tit flesh than just a moment ago as he continued to cup and squeeze $Name’s chest. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Mmmph!~” Again, they swelled, the sensitivity in them growing as more tissue continued to be added, the shape of them rounding and pushing from $Name’s chest in rounded orbs instead of small mounds. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“This is amazing. I can literally feel them growing in my hands.” Jake said as he got a little too frisky and pinched one of $Name’s sensitive nipples. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Ahhhh!~” $Name squealed, pleasure coursing through him that he’d never felt before as he slapped Jake’s hands away and wrapped his arms around his chest to defend his C-cups. <img alt="gaming boobs" src="pngs/GamingBoobs.png"/> <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Too far, Jake! Hmph!” $Name stuck his nose in the air as the sleeves of his shirt grew down his arms, clinging to them as the fabric changed to a stretchier one. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“You should know not to get too handsy with a girl, especially since I just became one!” The bottom hem of the shirt pulled up, revealing $Name’s toned tummy. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“I was okay with the massaging, but pinching me?! C’mon!” The color of $Name’s shirt was rapidly lightening from its black to a seafoam green, the collar of it splitting down the middle before gaining buttons. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“I’m sorry! I guess I just got carried away…” Jake said, ashamed. “Your clothes are changing, by the way…” $Name was completely aware of it. As a bra suddenly materialized under his shirt to support his new breasts. Two pinches at $Name’s ears and the cool touch of metal brushing his jaw signaled the appearance of large hoop earrings that had also suddenly pierced his ears. <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Thanks, I’m aware,” $Name said, looking down to see his cute new shirt, and with a little rustle from the fabric of $Name’s pants, they removed the cum stain at the front and refitted themselves to girl jeans that highlighted his curves. While underneath, $Name’s boxer briefs became a light green pair of panties that wrapped snuggly around $Name’s womanhood and ass. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“You look good,” Jake complimented as $Name’s shoes turned into a pair of white Converse. $Name appreciated the compliment and couldn’t help but flash a pearly white grin. He did look good, didn’t he? <img alt="gaming small" src="pngs/Gaming200.png"/>“Alright, well, now that I’ve got the body, I think it’s time I start following the blueprint to success I have all laid out in my head.” $Name said with a wink. “I’m thinking I won’t be in this dorm for much longer, Jake, so enjoy my company while you have it!” <img alt="Gaming" src="pngs/Gaming.png"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “I wish I was an entertainer,” $Name said proudly. The wish was an easy one. $Name had always wanted the chance to entertain people in a professional setting, and now, with an easy path in the form of a wish, he wouldn’t have to work to get there! “Granted,” the genie said before erupting in a plume of pink smoke that filled the room. $Name was elated knowing that he was only moments away from enjoying a life of entertaining others! But that elation was suspended as the smoke cleared, and he found himself on a stage in a very sliced-open lime green dress that revealed much of his hairless body! He was even wearing panties and heels. What the hell!? “Okay, Stacy, are you ready to rehearse?” A voice called out over an intercom. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “No! I’m not ready to rehearse!” $Name yelled, looking around to see quite a few silver poles over tables, and a step back told him one was directly behind him as he bumped right into it. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“And why am I in a strip club!?” “Okay, great, I’ll demo your callout, and you start doing what you do best.” The voice said, a song beginning to play. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Did you not hear me, Paul? I’m not…” $Name paused. Why did he know the voice was Pauls?! <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘It’s because he introduces me to our patrons every night silly’ An internal voice answered $Name’s question in a very ditzy and peppy tone. $Name’s head rang like a bell, making his vision blur as he gripped the pole on stage for support. $Name’s hands that gripped the pole shrank before his eyes, growing inch-long manicured nails as his arms deflated like a tire. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ahhhh!” $Name screamed. Given very little time to freak out, Paul’s voice rang out over the intercom. “ Ladies and gentlemen, you’ve waited hours, and now it’s time to charge this place up. Rocking a dress that leaves very little to the imagination, she’s here to electrify! It’s Stacy Sparks!” <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>‘Oooh, my name! I love it when he calls my name!’ $Name’s body, like his stage name, was charged with what felt like electricity. Tingling like mad, $Name felt it grip and reshape him. Vibrations assaulted his upper body, compressing his chest and waist. $Name was left very quickly in the shape of an hourglass. $Name brought his body close to the cold pole, holding it like it was his only friend in the world as he whimpered. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“This isn’t what I wanted…” $Name could feel his nipples expanding, before, with balloon-like inflation, they started to thrust from his chest, swelling around the pole with intense speed; they grew round and full, defying gravity as they hung perkily from $Name’s chest. <img alt="Stripper" src="pngs/StripperBoobs.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“OHhhhhn!~” $Name ground his dick into the pole, lightly humping as pleasure snapped his hips out wide, his ass inflating to a sizable bubble behind him, each hump pushing his manhood further inside him until he was left with a tight slit. $Name was awash with sensations, feeling her intro music burrow into her head as she straddled the pole, her hair bleaching itself bimbo blonde before descending down her head to her upper back. With a twirl, Stacy let her head hang before bringing her body close to the pole, running her hands up and down it like it was a lover. Stacy’s face contorted as massive lips swelled on her face, and her features feminized. Giving the pole a kiss with her massive pillowy lips, she looked out to the nonexistent crowd with a sexy stare. Her thighs plumping, and her calves and feet slimming as she posed against the pole. <img alt="Stripper" src="pngs/Entertainment.png"/> The music ended abruptly. “Whoo, alright, Stacy, save it for the customers!” Stacy gave a small smile as she could only smile so big with how large her lips were. Stacy knew tonight would be a success as it was just another night for ‘Stacy Sparks, World-class Stripper and entertainer.’ [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “Ummmmmm…” $Name’s hand was entirely over his face trying his best to come up with something, searching his brain for an extraordinary wish he wanted to come true. This time, the genie sighed in impatience, pressuring $Name further to make the wish quickly as he continued to think. …........................ <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Ha, not so easy, is it?” Jake laughed, watching $Name’s stressed face. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I’ve got a lot on my mind, okay! I’ve still got a class to get to…” $Name quickly checked his phone to see he only had five minutes before class started, and it was halfway across campus! <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Shit, man, I’m going to be late!” $Name pressed his fingers into his head. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“C’mon, think!” <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>The feeling of being late was swallowing $Name. Muddling his brain enough to make him say… <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Guhh! I wish I didn’t have class!” The room fell silent. $Name definitely didn’t mean to make that wish. It just sorta… slipped out… “Granted” <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Wait, wait, genie, that wasn’t my wish! That wasn’t my wish!” $Name begged. It was too late. In a poof of smoke, the genie granted $Name’s wish and disappeared. He and the lamp were no longer in sight as the smoke cleared. $Name hung his head as Jake’s hand landed on his shoulder. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Welp… at least you don’t have class anymore,” Jake said. “What exactly does that entail, do you think?” <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I dunno, let’s see….” $Name said sadly as he grabbed his laptop and opened the school website. Frustratingly, it wouldn’t take $Name’s password. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I can’t sign in.” $Name said aloud, looking to Jake for an answer before continuing to try and sign in. After checking and then double-checking to ensure his password was correct. The website continued to deny $Name access. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Oh man, you don’t think the Genie wiped out your whole account, do you?” Jake asked. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I have no idea…” $Name answered, pausing his crusade to try and gain access to his account before frustratedly pressing hard on a bunch of the computer keys, then shutting his laptop and placing his head in his hands, distraught. The room was quiet momentarily before Jake suddenly asked to see $Name’s wallet. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Why?” $Name asked Jake, $Name already reaching into his back pocket to retrieve it. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“I want to see if you still have your student ID,” Jake answered. $Name slapped the black wallet in Jake’s hand as he went rifling through $Name’s endless gift cards and few credit cards before slowly pulling out $Name’s license. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Hey… How old were you again?” Jake asked, $Name’s eyebrow rising at the weird question. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Only $Age2… why?” $Name answered. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“This thing says you’re (set:$Age2 to $Age2+5) $Age2,” Jake said, handing $Name the license so $Name could see for himself. Sure enough, $Name’s license did say his age was $Age2. Even his birth year had changed to reflect it. Suddenly, $Name’s vision blurred for a moment. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What the hell?!” $Name yelled. The numbers had changed right before his eyes. $Name was now (set:$Age2 to $Age2+3) $Age2. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“What is it?!” Jake yelled back, looking at $Name wide-eyed and concerned as $Name told Jake he’d just aged a year. “Let me see.” Jake grabbed the license from $Name and suddenly rubbed his eyes. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Oh god, you are aging… It says $Age2 now.” <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Do I look any different?” $Name asked, panicked, instantly running to the mirror to see for himself. $Name looked mostly the same, thank god, maybe a little more tired-looking. The signs of age starting to be shown around his eyes with some very slight wrinkles. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“(set:$Age2 to $Age2+11)$Age2!” Jake suddenly blurted out, “and your last name just changed to Franklin!” <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What the hell?!” $Name yelled to Jake <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Yeah…” $Name’s face showed more signs of age, definite wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes and cheeks. $Name even took notice of the age on the backs of his hands as the veins bulged out. What a terrible wish; $Name was losing years of his life. How many more was the wish going to take? $Name stood before the mirror, his fingers tracing the wrinkles he’d gained on his face, when something else caught his eye… A bright blonde color interwoven with his $HairColor, peeking through gently but growing more prominent by the second! Overtaking and polluting the surrounding strands! <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What the hell is happening?!” $Name yelled, watching helplessly as more and more of his hair turned blonde. $Name’s attention was quickly shifted from his hair to his hands as they cried out in pain, his eyes darting from the mirror to his aged hands. With a frightening amount of speed, $Name’s fingers and palms writhed, snapping smaller in a matter of seconds, his fingernails lengthening over his shrunken hands and fingers as they gained a coat of pink. “Ahh!” A short yell escaped $Name’s lips, gaining the attention of Jake, who looked over to see $Name’s head unnaturally blonde and his arms clenched to his sides with his hands near to his face as $Name looked them over. Jake quickly checked $Name’s license and confirmed it read $Name was a blonde now, $Name’s age (set:$Age2 to $Age2+4)$Age2. Jake prayed that whatever was happening to $Name wasn’t what he thought it was… $Name let out an uncomfortable whimper as he turned his small and wrinkled feminine hands in front of him. $Name’s hands burning as they took on a dark, leathery tan. The hair on his hands falling off as they smoothed out. $Name couldn’t believe his eyes. Was this really happening?! Without warning the burning started to spread, crawling to $Name’s wrists removing hair as it went, and further beyond to his forearm. The skin constricting the bone and muscle underneath until it slimmed to a size befitting $Name’s hands. Jake’s hand touched $Name’s shoulder, making $Name jump slightly as he turned to face Jake, the burning sensation still climbing $Name’s arms, passing over his biceps. $Name avoided eye contact with Jake, completely embarrassed that his poor choice of words was causing his body to change, even if he didn’t know what exactly was happening to him. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“You alright, $Name?” Jake asked, concerned. $Name could feel the burning tingle from his changing skin reach his shoulders and had started to move to his chest and back, wrapping him in an uncomfortable hug as he looked down to his chest to see the skin start to peek and climb out of the collar of his shirt to the base of $Name’s neck. It made $Name’s face hot, seeing it continue to spread, and coupled with Jake’s question, $Name answered angrily. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Do I look okay to yo-! HUhK!” $Name inhaled sharply as his shoulders rose in a shrug, compressing themselves as they very slowly but steadily narrowed and rounded, bringing his chest and back with them as his overall size diminished. $Name’s biceps, in tandem, weakened, and instead filled mostly with loose and jiggly fat that padded his arms. $Name exhaled, his arms slightly wiggling from the descent of his shoulders, as he immediately started to panic, finding his arms soft and his body smaller. Jake grabbed $Name’s soft arms, his fingers squishing into $Name’s biceps as he spoke to $Name. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Listen, calm down. I think I know what’s happening to you,” Jake said. The tanned skin was climbing $Name’s neck. He could feel it. The familiar burn moving until it stopped for the moment just below $Name’s jaw. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What?!” $Name shouted at Jake, wanting answers. $Name’s eyes wide in confusion and curiosity before a rustling on his head froze them both. It was $Name’s hair. It was growing. Starting to drape around the sides of $Name’s head into his vision, catching on his ears and bunching before it continued to pour past them, reaching $Name’s chin in thick, blonde, voluminous locks and growing down to the base of his neck. And even further than that, as it spread out around $Name’s shoulders, stopping its growth just above his chest and his mid-back. With a new mop of bright blonde hair around $Name, Jake told him quickly. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“You’re turning into my Mom, dude!” Jake let go of $Name’s arms and backed away, his hands going to the back of his head as he breathed loudly. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What?! No, you’re joking, right?!” $Name yelled to Jake, pushing his long hair behind his shoulders and ears. The burn that had stopped below $Name’s jaw started to move over the beginnings of his jawbone, drawing $Name’s ever-shifting attention. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Look, I don’t want to believe it either, but… ah, here…” Jake said. $Name was hardly paying attention to Jake’s words as Jake turned his back to retrieve $Name’s driver's license from where he had left it. The burn was coating $Name’s face, darkening it to the same tone as the rest of his body and leaving it equally smooth and devoid of hair and blemishes. More than that, $Name could feel it twitching, shifting. His jaw realigning and shrinking, his cheeks moving higher on his face and rounding, his lips swelling and gaining a sheen of pink as his nose shrunk small and button-like. $Name’s eye sockets grew wider, a slight pull on his eyelashes being felt as they stretched longer. By the time Jake started to turn around, $Name’s face was a dead ringer for his moms. Jake’s jaw dropped as he witnessed the tail end of the changes with $Name’s eyebrows primping to thin and delicate arches. $Name’s dainty hands wrapped around his face as Jake looked at him, responding to Jake’s shock with confusion. $Name’s skin was smooth and soft, but that was all he could identify until he turned and looked into the nearby mirror. $Name’s tanned MILFY face quite the surprise as horror spread across it. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/AccidentFace.png"/> <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“What the fuck! NO!” $Name wandered closer to the mirror, his hands roaming and touching the new feminine features. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“You weren’t KiDdinG!” $Name’s last word faltered, shifting from a low to a high pitch like $Name was still going through puberty. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Oh, GoD” Again, $Name’s voice cracked, and on top of that, it felt like something was constricting his throat, making it difficult to swallow as he stretched his neck upward to relieve the tightness. $Name groaned lowly, the constricting feeling tightening his throat further as it visibly started to slim, his neck shrinking as $Name’s groan raised in pitch with the slow descent of his Adam's Apple deep into his throat. As the constriction faded, $Name gradually lowered his neck to a normal level before letting out a high-pitched sigh of relief that it was over, but it made $Name’s stomach drop at the sweet tone at which it registered. Jake watched $Name with silent concern, his hand shaking as he looked at $Name’s license’s changed information and picture. $Name’s name was now Sandra Franklin, (set:$Age2 to $Age2+2)$Age2 years old, blonde hair, blue eyes, sex was still male, but even that looked a little blurry now, no amount of blinking or clearing of the eyes making the M appear any more clear. Jake breathed shakily. How would HIS life change once $Name fully turned into his mom? $Name, on the other hand, had his small hands clasped around his stomach The burning tingle inching its way down as he was afraid even to whimper, wanting desperately to avoid hearing his new voice in its motherly glory as his stomach moved slightly under his grasp. What was happening to it? $Name wasn’t sure, but the feeling was mounting, spreading from his core to around his waist. It gripped $Name tightly, a stiffness being felt in his lower back as it felt like it was about to break… In a moment that made $Name gasp loudly, everything changed. $Name’s lower back arched forward in a feminine curve as length from his spine was removed, his eyeline dropping until his $Height height hit a small 5’2. $Name’s waist pinched in, curving at the sides as his stomach softened, any definition he had gone and replaced with the slim and soft curvy waist of a older woman. $Name didn’t even have time to react as his stance jostled. His hips cracking out wide, bringing his pants' waistband to the limit, the button just barely holding them together and struggling to stay connected on $Name’s wide hips. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Oh, oooooh~” $Name’s hands rested on his confined hips, the tightness of the waistband digging into $Name’s soft tanned skin. The tingling was moving too fast for $Name’s liking, making his heart race as he felt it approaching his groin and move over his ass. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Shit Jake! I don’t want to be your mom!” $Name yelled to Jake. $Name’s voice was motherly and sweet, even with $Name’s vulgar language. And despite his wishes, his ass was starting to swell. $Name clasped his rounding behind, trying to prevent the soft flesh from continuing to pour in, but his efforts yielded no results as his growing ass cheeks slowly pushed his grasping hands away until he sported a heavy and heart-shaped behind. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Ahhh, Jake, help! It’s not slowing down!” Jake’s mind was melting in confusion. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>'What is mom talking about? What’s not slowing down? Where’d $Name go? He was just here, wasn’t he? Is my mom… my roommate…? That couldn’t be right…' The grip of the transformation was taking hold of $Name’s genitalia, the tingling passing over, and now it and his legs were held tightly in its grip. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Please, no…” $Name begged. An intense suction pulled at $Name’s balls, bringing them upward into him with a couple of wet pops, making $Name squirm and grip at his groin in discomfort, pawing and fumbling with his altering manhood as his empty sac pulled tight and opened under him. $Name could feel his altering anatomy. His testicles working their way through his lower abdomen as a womb formed, and the incessant tug of his manhood shrinking away as the sensitivity of his dick moved closer and closer to the moist slit under him. With one last uncomfortable squirm and a wet slurp, $Name’s dick inverted, pulling itself into his new moist hole as a clitoris. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Nooohooo” $Name cried. Grasping his flat groin and squeezing his legs tightly together which suddenly puffed and swelled, the lower parts of his legs and feet shrinking with the growth of his thighs. $Name was officially a woman now and one that apparently looked like Jake’s Mom, though he fortunately didn’t feel like her. The lament of $Name’s situation was still in full effect as he looked into the mirror… his aged but pretty face in a worried frown as he looked down at himself. $Name’s vision blurred as he looked down seeing the button of his jeans on its last legs as it strained to hold the waistband of his pants before it blurred together in a mix of black and brown. $Name blinked away the blur to find his pants had morphed into a tight business skirt that revealed the bottom half of his tan legs and the tops of his feet in their high-heeled black shoes. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“What the hell just happened?!” $Name yelled in confusion as he suddenly felt faint and put a hand to his head, feeling a slight fuzz creep in that he quickly shook away. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Oh, dear, now I’m even wearing a skirt.” $Name said, concerned at what the development could mean for his plain black t-shirt… $Name’s concern was quickly answered by another blur to his vision and a bright salmon color that removed his black t-shirt in favor of a knit button shirt that plummeted down at the neckline, revealing much of his tanned but still flat chest. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Oh goodness, Jacob, your mother really wears clothes like this?” $Name asked to no answer. A quick look at Jacob showed him a daze, his eyes fluttering. This raised immediate concern in $Name. What was happening to him?! <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Jacob, are you okay?” $Name asked, stumbling over awkwardly in his heels. $Name’s words didn’t seem to get through to Jake, as Jake’s condition didn’t change. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Ja- ahhh!” $Name began to try again, but was interrupted by the suddenly immense sensitivity of his nipples. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“No, not breasts! Ahhn!~” They were swelling quickly, the flesh on $Name’s chest jiggling like someone had their face between the quickly jutting orbs. They had to be b-cups already! <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Jacob, please, wake up and help your Mother, ahhhn! No, I mean, help… me!” $Name placed his hands on his growing bosom, the flesh packing into his knit shirt, the two rapidly growing orbs forming the start of cleavage as they grew big enough to swell into each other. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Ohhh, ahhhn!~” The tit flesh was squishing into $Name’s fingers that tried to slow it’s growth. But it wouldn’t stop. They were growing heavier and bigger, forcing $Name to bend at the waist as they drooped forward in the knit shirt to form mountainous cleavage. $Name was being overwhelmed by the rushing of fat into his chest. The pleasure from each lipid building behind his nipples sent his mind to a place it had never been. All thoughts of worry and regret about the results of $Name’s wish melting away and replaced by the white-hot pleasure of his huge tanned E-cups that tested the durability of his shirt and wobbled and bounced with each twitch from his pleasure-ridden body. <img alt="Accident boobs" src="pngs/AccidentBoobs.png"/> $Name was nearly ready to cum, but almost as soon as she did, Sandra remembered herself… She couldn’t be getting off in her son’s dorm room even if her super-sensitive breasts made it easy. With a deep breath, Sandra collected herself and released her heavy breasts from her groping hands. Jacob was having one of his episodes again. Sandra couldn’t believe she’d gotten so distracted she forgot to snap him out of it. Sandra gently placed her hands on his face. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“Jacob dear, helloooo.” She gently tapped his cheek with her palm. His fluttering eyes slowly relaxing as they opened. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“There we are. You were having one of your episodes again, dear.” Sandra said, adjusting her skirt and shirt. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Oh, I was?” he said groggily. <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“I showed you my new license, and you started to freak out on me. I get so scared whenever I see you like that I almost don’t know what to do.” Sandra said with concern, frowning slightly. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Sorry about that, Mom. I never mean to…” <img alt="Accident face" src="pngs/Accident200.png"/>“I know sweetie, but be careful. Since you don’t have a roommate, who knows how long you would’ve been stuck like that if I wasn’t here,” Sandra warned. Jake nodded in response. <img alt="Accident" src="PNGs/Accident.PNG"/> Sandra slapped her hands on her legs, “All right baby, I’ve got a date to run off to. Give me a call if you ever want you’re ol mom to stop by again,” She smiled. [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “I wish I had the skills to get whatever I wanted in life,” $Name said with confidence. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “Granted,” the genie said, snapping his fingers, which released a plume of thick pink smoke that obscured the room. Waving his arms furiously, $Name batted away the thick plumes until the room became visible again, if not a bit hazy. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Do you feel any different?” Jake asked after the smoke had cleared. $Name took a moment to evaluate…he felt unremarkable, not stronger or powerful, his senses no sharper. It was like nothing had changed. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I… feel the same.” $Name answered. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Well… try to get me to do something you wished to be able to get whatever you wanted right, so give it a try. Maybe some force will compel me to do what you want or something.” Jake told $Name with hope in his voice. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“All right.” $Name turned and squared up to Jake, $ Name's eyes scanning the room for something that he wanted Jake to do or something that he wanted that belonged to Jake. Seeing nothing he wanted, $Name figured he’d just ask Jake to do something. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Mmm, I want you to get down on the ground and do twenty push-ups,” $Name told Jake. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“Seriously? Ugh, cmon, pick something else,” Jake whined. Without a moment's hesitation, something within $Name snapped, forcing him to lunge forward and grip Jake’s crotch so tightly that it made Jake howl in pain. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I said… twenty push-ups…” $Name threatened as he squeezed Jake’s junk even harder. Jake’s face was red with pain, with slight whimpers and groans leaving his lips as he nodded his head. $Name released his grip on Jake, and Jake instantly dropped to the ground and started the push-ups. $Name watched pleased, a grin on his face until he realized what exactly he’d just done.… $Name’s grin slowly faded as a growing tingle passed over the entirety of his arms and hands. $Name looked at his arms, finding his skin was alight with goosebumps, the hairs on them standing nearly straight and looking like they were almost vibrating as they bounced quickly from side to side. In an unbelievable sight, clumps of $Name’s arm hair began to sink themselves back into his skin, wiggling themselves out of sight until patches of skin became bare and smooth. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What the hell is going on!” $Name yelled. These patches spread quickly as each neighboring follicle joined the first in a cascade effect that left $Name’s arms and hands hairless. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ehhhhh?!” $Name said, shaken by the sudden hair removal. Unprompted, $Name’s arms suddenly jolted into his shoulders, their length shrinking with two tugs upward by some unseen force. $Name’s arms had become a good quarter shorter than their original length and slimmer too, but that didn’t even seem to be the end of it as the pigment of his skin brightened at the center of his forearm, radiating like some disease up and down the full length of both appendages. Out of his control, $Name’s hands flexed outward, their size recoiling backward while his fingers shrank, the nails on each extending an inch over his fingertips before turning themselves a midnight black color. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What just happened to me?!” $Name yelled, looking at his dainty, hairless arms and hands. Jake had finished his push-ups and very quickly sprung to his feet. <img alt="Jake Small" src="pngs/Jake200.png"/>“What else do you wish of me?” Jake wore a big smile, but his eyes looked all wrong. They were glazed over like he had far too much to drink. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Jesus, Jake… you okay?” $Name asked, concerned. Jake simply nodded but continued to stare blankly. With Jake mostly unresponsive, $Name took another moment to check himself over. It seemed nothing but his arms and hands had changed, but why? $Name scratched his head with one of his sharp black nails… he changed after he gave Jake an order… That was certainly it. $Name had the power to get whatever he wanted now, but at a cost, it seemed. $Name’s heartbeat picked up speed at the realization. Anything he wanted, and all he had to do was give the order to someone. $Name again looked at his pale and dainty arms. But maybe he shouldn’t…........................ Unable to resist, $Name found himself in the dean's office, tapping his foot in impatience and nervousness, waiting for the man whose job he’d try to assume if his power really worked. $Name tapped a long nail on the wooden armrest of the chair he was seated in as he stared fiercely at the plaque that read “Ralph Campbell, Dean” placed at the helm of the man’s desk. If $Name had anything to say about it, that’d be his name engraved on the plaque soon… The door behind $Name opened suddenly as an older man in a spiffy-looking black suit and round glasses strolled in it. “Hello, student, to what do I owe the pleasure?” The Dean inquired as he circled around to the seat at his desk. Getting right to the point, $Name quickly answered. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I want your job, Dean Cambell.” There was silence for a moment, the Dean eyeballing $Name with an inquisitive gaze while $Name sat with a very serious stare… “Ha ha ha,” The Dean chuckled to himself, leaning back in his chair and taking off his glasses to give them a quick clean with a cloth he kept nearby. “And why would you want that? Am I doing a poor job?” $Name was a bit thrown off by The Dean’s response, but $Name’s body was retaliating with an extreme confidence that welled up in his chest, the same confidence he had when Jake had not followed his order the first time. $Name stood up suddenly, his legs feeling like jelly as he did so, the dean’s gaze getting much more serious at $Name’s sudden action. //Crunch// $Name felt his feet crush down small in his shoes, his calves tightening as they rounded, and his thighs swelling into the legs of his pants as the fabric grew tight around them. It was more of $Name’s power manifesting itself, making him more suitable to wield it as he answered the dean with conviction. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“No, Ralph, I want your job because I want to test the limits of this great power given to me!” “Oh god… another delusional student,” The Dean grumbled. “And what power is that,” he said, humoring $Name. $Name could feel his power acting on his hips and groin, making them pulsate with pleasure as he started to get red in the face. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmmmn… It’s an amazing power~… Ahhn~” $Name moaned, becoming overwhelmed with pleasure as he slumped onto the front of The Dean’s desk, $Name’s dick hard in the confines of his pants and wanting to burst from the stroking sensation that was bombarding him. The dean grabbed his phone and started to punch in the numbers that would call the front desk and get security to take $Name out of his office. The meeting taking a strange turn, as the line held a busy tone, refusing to go through. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ahhhhhhnn~” $Name came hard, his knees buckling slightly as his pleasure hit its peak. $Name’s hips, in tandem, cracked outward, drawing the waistband of his pants tight as they grew wide and curved out with a little added padding. $Name winced as he felt his dick lose its stiffness and rapidly start to head toward his groin, pulling with a suction $Name’d never felt. And… with two gut-churning pops and a slurp… became a tight womanly slit between his legs. <img alt="Skills hips" src="pngs/SkillsHips.png"/> <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Nuhhhh~” Strength was returning to $Name’s legs as he wiggled his hips to stand, feeling his ass balloon into the seat of his pants, jiggling into two masses that stuffed his jeans. Recomposing himself, $Name saw the confusion and fright on the dean's face as $Name completed the explanation of his power. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“My power… is to get whatever I want.” $Name spun the dean’s desk plaque around, showing him that $Name’s name had magically replaced his. “Mistress Vanessa?!” Ralph yelled. $Name soaked in the name. The fact she’d just become a girl was inconsequential to her. Whatever shape she needed to be in to use the power didn’t matter so long as she could use it, and on top of that… it felt good having a pussy. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“That’s right, Ralph, and now that I’m in charge, I need to do something with you.” Mistress Vanessa sauntered around the desk, her wide hips swaying as she took a deep breath forcing her waist to sinch in and curve. Ralph pushed back into his chair as Mistress Vanessa approached, scared and unable to move as he waited for her to tell him what she would do with him. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I’m thinking… I make you my little bitch.” Mistress Vanessa said assuredly. Ralph was suddenly flushed with heat, his face red as Mistress Vanessa seated herself on his lap. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmm, yeah, my little bitch sounds nice” Mistress Vanessa hands moved up her slim waist to her chest as her lower back pushed forward, and her nipples stiffened. Mistress Vanessa’s chest was bubbling as flesh built behind her nipples, small bumps forming as she caressed her growing lumps. Ralph watched as Mistress Vanessa’s bosom swelled, the lumps growing continuously and becoming round as more flesh played between her fingers, filling her pale black nailed hands as they grew to large voluptuous teardrops on her chest. <img alt="Skills boobs" src="pngs/SkillsBoobs.png"/> “Mmmmm //BARK//” Ralph covered his mouth. He wanted to yell, but it came out as a small dog-like bark, making Mistress Vanessa laugh at his response. Dismounting from his lap, Mistress Vanessa’s face coated itself in dark make-up, her eyes turning a seductive blue as her dark lashes grew into sexy fans over them. Ralph was freaking out, his body feeling all sorts of wrong. He felt hot… so very hot… his tongue rolled out of his mouth, and he started to pant. Mistress Vanessa giggled, but more like a sultry chuckle as her neck slimmed and Adams apple receded to leave her voice undeniably feminine as she watched Ralph’s body start to recede into his clothes, his face stretching out into a small muzzle as he squirmed. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“My little bitch…” Mistress Vanessa tittered. Ralph had disappeared from view as long black hair draped from Mistress Vanessa’s head down to her lower back, her jaw shrinking and rounding as her lips swelled into juicy pillows and her nose shrank on her face. She tussled her hair as she watched the pile of clothes wiggle with something within until the little head of a toy poodle popped out. <img alt="Skills Face" src="pngs/SkillsFace.png"/> <img alt="Skills small" src="pngs/Skills200.png"/>“Aww, there she is,” Mistress Vanessa cooed, reaching out and giving the pup a little scratch on the head with her black talon-like nails as the dog let out a little yip in response. Mistress Vanessa picked up the little dog and sat in her new seat of power. There was no question now that she had the power to do whatever she wanted, how far she’d go, though…? Who knows? <img alt="Skills" src="pngs/Skills.png"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

<img alt="Courtyard" src="PNGs/Courtyard.PNG"/> (align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name gripped the door handle before throwing up a peace sign. <img alt="Player photo" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/> “Gotta go, Jacob. Wish for something cool, will ya?” $Name smiled before leaving the room. There was no time to waste making “wishes” with Jacob when he could be doing anything else. As $Name hit the campus grounds and walked himself to the building where his class resided, he realized he had nothing but time. Thirty minutes of extra time, in fact. $Name felt a little bad that he didn’t stay with Jacob and entertain his lamp idea, but whatever, a bright sunny day beats entertaining make-believe anyway. $Name looked around and saw a couple of cliques chatting amongst themselves. Maybe it was time to make some friends on such a beautiful day. What group did $Name approach? [[The Trio of Goths->Goths]] [[The Team of Jocks->Football]] [[The Group of Sorority Gals->Sorority]] [[None, he decided to meditate->Meditate]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name decided to talk to some of the goth girls. He was rather intrigued by their dark outlook on life and their clothing, which was all black and quite different-looking. But $Name held onto some hesitation that they’d not talk to him since he wasn't goth himself, though he hoped for the best as he stepped his way over. <img alt="Goth group" src="PNGs/Trio.PNG"/> <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Hey, how’s it going?” $Name greeted with a quick wave. The trio stopped chatting with each other as they unamusedly shifted their eyes toward $Name, looking him up and down. <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“ Hah, I bet you’re wondering why I’m over here. I had a little time before class, so I figured I’d try to make some new acquaintances, and I really like your look. Even though I’m not goth myself, I wanted to get to know a little bit more about the goth culture if you’d teach me a little something.” The trio looked at each other for a moment before two of the girls started cackling like a couple of witches while the one in the center gave a slight smirk. It seemed like the conversation wasn’t going well, so $Name turned to walk away, dejected and embarrassed. <img alt="Goth Leader" src="PNGs/TrioLeader200.PNG"/>“Hold on, stranger.” A voice called behind $Name. Tempted to keep walking, $Name stopped and looked over his shoulder to see the girl in the center beckoning him over with a finger. With a sigh, $Name turned back around and stood before them again. <img alt="Goth Leader" src="PNGs/TrioLeader200.PNG"/>“So you want to learn a little more about us… our culture?” she asked, not breaking eye contact. <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Yeah, If that’s cool….” $Name answered. <img alt="Goth Leader" src="PNGs/TrioLeader200.PNG"/>“Okay,” The center girl’s eyes started to glow a scary unnatural green, bringing her hands up, little green arcs of power bounced between her fingertips. $Name took a startled step back as she spoke, <img alt="Goth Leader" src="PNGs/TrioLeader200.PNG"/>“I had a genie grant me a wish today to turn me into a witch specializing in transmogrification magic. And now seems like the perfect time to give my powers a try to fulfill YOUR wish. Prepare to be introduced into gothdom, babe.” <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Uhh, I gotta get to class!” $Name turned to run but was blasted in the back too quickly to make any real distance as green electric-like magic coated his entire body and sent him to the grass on his stomach. $Name lay motionless for a moment, letting the surprise and force he felt from the blast leave him before he groaned and turned over. <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“What the heck, lady!” $Name yelled at the goth woman. She stood smiling a decent distance away as she held $Name in her gaze, her glowing eyes and hands turned off for the time being. <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“How was that supposed to introduce me to your culture?!” $Name yelled, upset. She pumped her head at $Name, which turned his attention to himself as he looked down. $Name’s black shirt grew out long sleeves that wrapped around his hands while the bottom hem gained length, skirting down his body to about mid-thigh. <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>‘She really is a witch,’ $Name thought, observing his changed shirt until a sudden coolness hit his legs… $Name’s pants were gone! $Name pinned the bottom hem of the long shirt around his legs so no one could see his tightening underwear as his shoes climbed passed his ankles and legs to his knees and became chunky black-heeled boots. It didn’t even take $Name a moment to realize the witch had turned his clothes into female goth attire; his long shirt, actually a dress. <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Okay, ha-ha, you transformed my clothes into girl's goth clothes. I feel like I understand you a whole lot better now. Now, can you please bring my clothes back?” $Name asked, monotone and unamused. <img alt="Goth Leader" src="PNGs/TrioLeader200.PNG"/>“No way, sister, you’re only halfway there,” the witch said. <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Ow!” A sharp pain had hit $Name’s bottom lip. Upon inspection, he’d gained a piercing, a little metal loop that made itself at home in his bottom lip. <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Great, a piercing. Really needed one of those,” $Name said unhappily. A rapid fire of pricks suddenly hit $Name’s ears; multiple earrings materializing through his earlobes. $Name played with the rings, spinning them through the skin that they’d pierced… they were actually kind of cool, he supposed… <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Okay, I’ll admit I like the piercings, so now that the other half is finished… can you?” $Name asked, gesturing to his clothes, unsteadily rising to stand on his tall, chunky boots. $Name’s question was answered by silence, a faint itch making itself known on his arm as he scratched. There was no relief, the itching spreading and fast, becoming more of a burn that was felt all over. <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“What is this?!” $Name scratched like mad, only noticing as the skin on his legs paled, his dark black body hair sinking back into his pores until he had smooth and pale white skin. The burn faded quickly, but the snap of $Name’s shoulders signaled more was to come. His skeleton was like a rattle under his skin, jostling as his body lost height and his arms and legs shortened. This rattling was persistent as he raised his hand to watch it shrink as long, dark pink talons grew from each finger. $Name’s arms deflated in the long sleeves of his shirt quickly after as the feelings permeated into $Name’s face. $Name couldn’t speak his pierced lip quivering as he let out a groan, his jaw snapping to an oval, his face bubbling with movement from the undulating bones and muscles underneath. $Name’s facial structure quickly became more pretty with the shrinking of his nose and dark magenta lipstick that coated his plumping lips along with the heavy and dark eye makeup that painted above his doe-like eyes. $Name’s shaking fingers touched his pink-tipped talons to his face in disbelief, but there was no stopping the magic from altering his very DNA as long magenta hair quickly grew from his head all the way to his hips. <img alt="Goth Face" src="PNGs/GothFace.PNG"/> High-pitched gasps popped from $Name’s mouth upon seeing his long locks but were quickly silenced by the violent arching of his lower back and thrusting of his chest as two bumps rapidly pushed the fabric of $Name’s dress outward, soft flesh jiggling out to teardrop shapes on his torso. <img alt="Goth Boobs" src="PNGs/GothBoobs.PNG"/> <img alt="Goth Small" src="PNGs/Goth200.PNG"/>“No!” $Name yelled. Up to the development of his breasts, he wasn’t sure if he was just undergoing an extreme body modification, but this solidified that he was in the process of a full-on sex change. His tits very real and sensitive. $Name couldn’t help but dig his taloned fingers into his new breasts, cupping the full things in his small palms as his waist tightened and curved. The tightness in $Name’s crotch signaled what was to come as he grappled the bottom hem of his dress and squirmed like a snake, moaning as his genitals inverted into him. <img alt="Goth Small" src="PNGs/Goth200.PNG"/>“Hnnnnnn,” $Name grunted. His discomfort was apparent, the lips between his legs unfamiliar as the back of $Name’s dress was pulled taut by his swelling butt and thighs that grew round and full. $Name’s calves and feet were last as they altered to lithe and dainty things that led elegantly into his thicker upper legs. <img alt="Goth Small" src="PNGs/GothHips.PNG"/> Standing before the witch, $Name moved uncomfortably in his new body as the witch walked up to him and flipped the hood of his dress over his head, a hood that he didn’t realize he even had! <img alt="Goth Leader" src="PNGs/TrioLeader200.PNG"/>“Welcome to the culture, sister. Now stick with us, and we’ll show you a thing or two.” <img alt="Goth" src="PNGs/Goth.PNG"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name approaches the sorority girls to have a chat with them in his free time. $Name’s not usually one to do such a thing, but he guessed it couldn’t be the worst thing to broaden his horizons a little bit. When $Name walks up to the group, he notices that they’re huddling together and chatting. He approaches them and taps one of them on the back, startling them a little bit. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “S~Sorry… Do you mind me asking what you guys are talking about?” $Name’s not really sure how to approach them or what to talk about, so he guessed asking them what the commotion was about was the best idea. They debate amongst themselves for a second but eventually decide to show him what the squabble is about. <img alt="Gals" src="pngs/Gals.png"/> “Here, look… we found this lamp at our house’s front door. I think it’s a genie lamp and that we should make a wish for our sorority.” The shorter one insists. Considering what has happened so far, $Name believed that they could indeed make a wish using the lamp. For some reason, though, they only got one as a group. “Nah, it’s just a fancy piece of metal. We could and should realistically sell it off for money.” The girl with glasses chimes in. The redhead introduces $Name to all the girls, but he’d never quite been good with names, so they sort of slip past him. It’s not a big deal anyway. He could just address people with body language. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“So uhmmm… What wish would you make with it? If it worked, of course.” $Name asked them as a whole. “Well, our sorority has been in shambles a bit recently. Ever since our leadership graduated, we’ve been out of luck.” One of the girls admits. <img alt="Player small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Well, haven’t you guys tried leading before? Would probably look good on a resume right?” $Name inquired. “We really have!” Another girl chimes in, “But none of us have the time for it nor do we have the skills. All of us just get flaky and nothing ends up happening no matter who’s the leader.” Whilst rubbing the lamp, the tallest girl of the bunch speaks up, “I wish we could find someone to lead our sorority.” Immediately, the lamp begins to vibrate before a pastel pink mist oozes out. “W~Wait, it actually worked??” the redhead exclaims in disbelief. The wishmaker looks overjoyed that they’ll finally get the leader they’ve always needed. $Name watches in awe as the mist swirls, swirls toward him! $Name’s first instinct is to run away, but after inhaling a bit of the mist, his entire body is soothed. The girls watch as the mist envelops $Name, some of them worried, some excited. The only thoughts going through $Name’s head are how calm and serene and he feels like he’d just spent the day meditating. $Name continued breathing in the pink mist, letting it fill up his lungs and course through his body. $Name’s skin felt like it was being tickled by feathers, but instead of it being uncomfortable, it felt soothing and relaxing. The unsightly hairs across his body fade away, providing him with the superpower of not needing to shave every other day to remain smooth. Another sensation appears on top of $Name’s head. It’s as if someone is gently patting it and pushing him down. Apparently, the force pushes hard enough to make $Name’s entire body shrink. It feels relieving to have that pesky mass pushed right out of him, feeling his height shrink down slowly as his hard-earned muscle withers away. He’d soon have to work much harder to get any of it back, not that he’ll have much time to workout, though. $Name’s pounds expel themselves as a darker, blue mist. The pink surrounds it, enveloping the blue and eventually turning it pink as well. $Name continues breathing deeply, savoring the zen-like peace of his transformation. Grazing a hand over his lips, he holds it here for a second, feeling his lips become softer and slightly more plump. He caresses his feminine lips with his fingers while the rest of his face feels warm and buzzy. $Name’s nose slims down before the entire structure of his body begins to shift. The shifts don’t feel painful at all, but instead more like legos clicking into the right place, as if they were always meant to be that way. $Name’s feet crunch down all at once, and he hears two defined clicks, his hips jutting outwards significantly. To match, $Name’s waist thins down to create a more curvy figure. Moving higher up, another two clicks ring out as $Name’s shoulders crack down to match his lower body and torso. Finally, $Name’s head restructures itself, many clicking noises being made as the structure of his face changes to match its feminine features. “Is there anything we can do? We have to help him, right?” One of the girls asks. “This is literal magic, and we literally made a wish to have a new leader. I don’t think there's much we can do about this unless any of you are proficient at countering magic.” Another girl scoffs. Left with no other option, they observe as $Name’s transformation continues. Looking more like a petite girl with a dick poking out of her pants at this point, the mist decides to put a bit of meat on $Name’s bones, not before giving him a new hairdo though. His previously dully colored hair begins to turn a bright golden blonde from the roots as it begins to lengthen. The blonde coloring follows just short of his growing hair but eventually catches up when it stops growing, making $Name look like the perfect sorority girl just looking at his head. <img alt="Leader face" src="pngs/LeaderFace.png"/> With $Name’s general body sorted out, it was finally time to really become a woman. Naturally, the first step is to get rid of that nasty little thing between his legs. Having a bulge in public would be too embarrassing for a sorority queen. A comforting pleasure oozes through $Name’s body, originating from his crotch as the last of his masculinity melts away. $Name’s dick shrinks smaller and smaller until it pops inside of him, forming her vaginal walls. His balls pop in next, and a warm sensation develops in her lower torso, signaling the formation of her womb and ovaries. The next few breaths of the pink mist cause $Name’s chest, butt, and thighs to feel warm and tender. All at once, the excess blue-turned-pink mist funnels into these tender areas. $Name’s butt gently expands, filling with fat and a bit of muscle to make it more defined and shapely. As it approaches the size of a normal girl’s, it continues growing jigglier, stopping at a significantly above-average size. $Name’s thighs follow, becoming squishy and much larger than her calves, giving her a nearly perfectly curvy figure. The only tender part of $Name’s body left is her chest. $Name breathes in the last of the mist, causing her chest to inflate with respect to how much mist she’d inhaled. Slowly but surely, $Name’s boobs grow larger, nipples getting bigger as well with each cup size. $Name watched with eager eyes as her tits ascend the ranks, growing past Cs into Ds, finally arriving at a hefty DD cup. <img alt="Leader Boobs" src="pngs/LeaderBoobs.png"/> With $Name’s transformation finally finished, she feels her mind become slightly fuzzy. Thoughts of boys and various leadership skills flood into her head, as well as an unwavering will to serve her sorority. $Name was still in essence, himself, but just much more girly, boy-crazy, and much more apt to serve as the queen of this sorority. Finally snapping out of her almost hypnotic state, the girls crowd around $Name. “A~Are you ok?” One of them asks anxiously. $Name was happy that her fellow girls were so worried about her. <img alt="Leader small" src="pngs/Leader200.png"/>“I’m great, actually! Aren’t you guys happy to have a leader, such a hot one as well?” $Name boasts, the magic not quite done as it morphs $Name’s clothes into more fitting attire for a girl. The bra supports $Name’s large tits, and the panties hug her bouncy ass, admittedly making $Name a little horny in this new body. <img alt="Leader small" src="pngs/Leader200.png"/>“Now, now, the first order of business for us girls is to find some boys tonight. Sounds fun, right?” $Name suggests, the other girls happily agreeing to her plans, stated with such confidence. <img alt="Leader" src="pngs/Leader.png"/> Being a hot college girl, leading a sorority is sure to spice up $Name’s previously dull life… Written by drac9999 on deviantart (My Pal) [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name approaches the football players to have a chat with them in his free time. $Name had never considered himself particularly sporty, but he’d generally been able to mesh with the more bro-type guys throughout his college career. $Name approached the group and introduced himself with a <img alt="Player" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Heeeyyyy, what's up guys?” $Name notices that one of his group partners from class is part of the football team, who notices $Name and gives him a warm welcome into the group. “What’s up man, you got that writing finished for our project?” $Name’s group member asks. “I’m sure you’ve got it, anyways. When we woke up, Brad had found a mysterious lamp. It’s supposed to grant us a wish, apparently. Take a look!” He says. Brad pulls out his lamp, showing everyone how shiny it is. “I'm not quite sure what wish to make, but I’ve got some ideas.” He tells everyone. “You should wish for a bunch of money!” One of the boys chimes in. “No… that’s nice, but not quite what I want. Plus, I already have a friend that wished for money…” Brad contemplates. <img alt="Player" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Maybe do something involving your ability to play football, something strength-related. Maybe just be the best football player? I don’t know.” $Name suggests, trying to think of any ideas. “Ooh, I’ve got it!” Brad exclaims. “I’m not a fan of all these nerds thinking they’re so smart and mighty. I wish I could have the ability to put these nerds in their place, maybe even make them of service to me.” Brad’s wish is made, and the lamp infuses him with a golden aura. Brad’s body swallows it up, and when it’s all over, it seems like nothing has changed. “First, you!” Brad shouts at $Name vindictively. Apparently, $Name’s success in class had earned Brad’s attention to test his powers out on. “Become of use to me!” Brad commands. Half of his footballer friends try to hold him back, while the other half seem to share the same grudge as him. $Name’s subconscious flips through all the lewd things he’d seen in the past few days and selects one particular memory—the memory of a Darling in the Franxx doujin. The memory is laser-focused in $Name’s mind, and his brain decides to get hot and bothered. Luckily, $Name had enough decency not to touch himself in public, but whatever is happening to him felt good and so lewd. $Name’s skin tingles as his complexion becomes much clearer and a bit more pale, too. It gives $Name’s whole body a smooth look, a natural result of all his body hair disappearing. The football players make a circle around him, similar to what they did with the lamp. The guys are big enough for them to completely surround $Name, blocking off the view of his transformation to any outsiders. That’s lucky for him because as his height and masculine frame begin to dwindle away, $Name’s arousal rises greater than it ever has before. The urge to remove his clothes suddenly overtakes $Name, but not before his entire body buckles as he cums in his pants. It’s so forceful that it shoots right through $Name’s boxers and pants onto the floor. Regaining control of his body, $Name strips naked to reveal what looks like the perfect body for a femboy. But that just won’t do. $Name cums out yet another load, watching his cock shrink smaller and smaller as the last of his seed spills onto the pavement. Just when $Name thought he’d be stuck with a micropenis for the rest of his life, a sudden jolt of pleasure hits him, and what’s left of his masculinity slurped up inside him to create a fresh pussy. <img alt="Player" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Mhnnmmmaaahhnn~” $Name moans out loud, his voice sounding much girlier and almost anime-esque, a natural for voice acting. It fits $Name’s girlier face and plump lips. He also notices that his hair is growing out rapidly, cascading lower, ending up touching his bare ass as it’s $HairColor fades into cartoonishly bright pink. <img alt="Cosplay" src="PNGs/CosplayFace.PNG"/> $Name suddenly felt his shirt return to his body and shrink and reform into a very cropped crop top that exposes his midriff. His next change is imminent… Placing his dainty hands on his chest, $Name feels breasts surge behind his nipples. With each surge, a cup size, a wave of pleasure, and while his nipples get larger and harder. <img alt="Cosplay small" src="PNGs/Cosplay200.PNG"/>“Mhnnmmmm… ahhhnnn… oohhhnnnn~” $Name moans, each cup size only feeling better. Luckily for $Name, his transformation used all the measurements in between, giving him the maximum amount of bliss before they stop at perfectly perky D’s with equally large and perky nipples that poke through his tight shirt clearly. $Name’s socks and pants return to him next, reforming into strangely loose short-shorts that give him a wedgie and a pair of equally loose white thigh highs. $Name guesses at what will happen next, and it turns him on so much that he can’t help but touch himself through the shorts. $Name bends over suddenly, the sensation hitting him all at once. It’s a similar feeling to when his tits grew out, but this time, it's constant. Like a water hose filling up a balloon. $Name’s face naturally contorts into ahegao from the overload of pleasure, his ass, hips, and thighs all expanding so quickly. While $Name’s tits are already a boon, his ass is nothing less than a blessing as it just continues to get bigger. The short shorts get incredibly tight, showing off his sexy ass perfectly, and the thigh highs squeeze his legs to accentuate his butt. $Name cums for the first time as a girl, her knees buckling as she’s barely able to stand up. <img alt="Cosplay small" src="PNGs/CosplayHips.PNG"/> When $Name finally recovers, her brain is suddenly overtaken with lust for the football player who wished to transform her, probably because of the headband with small red horns on top that just appeared on her head. A part of $Name’s brain tells her that he should not engage with that asshole, but a bigger part of her needs to please Brad, to be useful to him. Everyone stares as $Name walks away with Brad through the crowd, gawking at $Name’s womanly body that she’s so happy to show off. $Name gets to Brad’s place and beckons Brad to make her useful to him… <img alt="Cosplay" src="PNGs/Cosplay.PNG"/> The evening and night are filled with pleasure and moans. Brad takes control of $Name’s curvy body, showing her the pleasures of her incredibly sensitive and fat ass. He even teases her nipples a bit, arousing her even more. After enough foreplay, Brad finally rids her of those tight short-shorts and jams his cock inside her. Typically, it would be more painful for a virgin, but $Name’s body was created to be useful to Brad. Her pussy grips around Brad’s dick as he fucks her in several different positions all throughout the night. Luckily for $Name, a part of the wish involved selective fertility, allowing Brad to cum inside her over and over again without getting her pregnant. The part of $Name’s mind that wanted to break free from this situation is well gone, melted from the pure bliss of her pussy being filled to the brim with dick. She’s sure that this body will be able to do plenty more cosplays as well... Written by drac9999 on deviantart (My Pal) [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ Honestly, even thinking about trying to make new friends was exhausting, so to pass the time, $Name would much prefer to meditate. Finding a nice spot on the soft grass under the shade of a tree, $Name unslung his backpack from his shoulders, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. The sounds around $Name were distracting, but with each deep breath $Name took those sounds slowly faded, with his mind coming to focus on the breaths he was taking. Each one was all-encompassing, the air filling $Name’s lungs to the brim before he expelled it slowly through pursed lips. $Name felt so calm and relaxed. His mind was still, with not a thought passing through it… In what felt like a short period of time, $Name opened his eyes halfway to see everyone that had been on the school grounds had disappeared. $Name’s mind was still in a state of calm from the meditation as he went to check his phone for the time. $Name was a bit surprised upon seeing that an hour had passed and the class he wanted to be on time for was more than half over. <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Whew,” $Name said with a surprised exhale as he slowly rose to his feet. It was all $Name could manage with his mind and body as calm as it was. Even being tardy couldn’t break his calm… “Run! Run!” Someone cried out. $Name’s eyes gently scanned the grounds for the voice until finally locking on a trio of students, two girls and one guy, that were running through the little courtyard area he was in… they wore scared and panicked looks… <img alt="Player Small" src="PNGs/Player200.PNG"/>“Hm?” $Name lazily raised an eyebrow, wondering what exactly could have them so scared as the trio was struck with a massive amount of blue light from the direction they’d just run away from. The light was bright, making $Name shield his eyes as it hit the group. Blinking quickly, $Name’s eyes adjusted to see the three writhing on the ground, all of them now equipped with glasses as their rather plain outfits billowed out into skirts and button-downs. The guy of the three was undergoing a more extraordinary transformation, his body shrinking with his changing clothes as $Name heard his low groans become high-pitched squeals. The culprit of the three’s transformations became apparent with the appearance of a floating girl dressed in all-black clothing, her eyes glowing a misty white, and her hands alight with a strange blue power as she quickly encroached on the position of the three, shouting angrily at them as their transformations finalized. To $Name’s shock, three very nerdy-looking girls endured the scolding from the floating girl, one of them kneading her small breasts. Huh? It seemed the guy turned into a girl from what $Name could tell… $Name stood calmly and let the situation unfold before him, simply taking in the event with folded arms as the floating girl's scolding finished, her gaze moving from the three girls as her pupilless eyes came to rest in $Name’s direction. <img alt="Meditate Gaze" src="PNGs/Meditate Gaze.PNG"/> Her angry gaze seemed to grow angrier, her furrowed brow becoming accented with a scowl that stretched across her face. A pang of fear shot through $Name. Maybe it was his turn to start running? What did $Name do? [[Let the calm prevail->Let Calm Prevail]] [[Get the F outta there->Run!]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ Adrenaline spiked through $Name as the floating girl began to float toward HIM. $Name’s body broke from its calm, and he instantly ran! There wasn’t a chance in hell he was about to mess with someone who was literally floating and had some sort of magic powers! <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“You’re just like them! Judging the way I look from afar without even interacting with me! BASTARD!” $Name glanced behind him to see the floating girl giving pursuit, her hands charged and glowing as a sudden bolt of light flew past. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Shit!” $Name yelled, flinching from the sharp noise it made whirring by. After the first were many more, all of which narrowly missed $Name as he tried to move unpredictably, but his stamina couldn’t keep up with the amount of movement he was forced to employ to avoid all the blasts. Sweat poured down $Name’s face. He didn’t dare stop moving no matter how exhausted he was getting… but that didn’t mean he wasn’t moving slower… and inevitably, one of the blasts finally pinged $Name in the back and sent him to the grass. The effect was immediate, his back wrenching backward as his shoulders crunched and narrowed with his chest to shrink his frame. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Uhhhghh ahhhh!” $Name screamed as he flipped over onto his back to face the girl who blasted him. Her floating body loomed over $Name as he held his arms out before him, gasping as he witnessed them diminish in size and length. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What did, Ack!” $Name’s hands were compressing, his fingers wiggling down thinner and smaller through his pained gasps. “You do to me?!” $Name’s entire being was changing, and not only that! So were his clothes! $Name’s regular black shirt was bleaching white, becoming thinner, flimsier material, the front of the shirt gaining buttons as they clicked into place down his torso. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“I’m so sick of everyone at this damn school making judgments before they even know you! Even before I became THIS, I was just a shy girl who wanted to make friends… but my breasts were too big… and all these degenerate guys would constantly hit on me. ALWAYS trying to get into my pants! The other girls saw me as a whore because of it… That's why I wished to be able to get revenge and now have the power to do so. I even altered my own body so I wouldn’t be eye candy for the guys of the world anymore!” <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“But I didn’t jud- ahhh!” The girl frowned as $Name started to talk, blasting him again in the chest, which caused not only the sudden acquisition of a bra under his white button-down and a plaid ribbon to wrap around his neck but also a distinct and pleasurable tenderness to perk up under his nipples. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“Shut up! You didn’t judge!? You ran away the instant I moved in your direction! You’re just like all the rest, so now I’m going to make you feel the pain of being shy and busty just like I used to be!” $Name’s chest was quivering, bubbling almost as he felt it softening and beginning to jut forward. $Name felt meek under the shadow of this powerful girl, his cheeks flushing red as he felt the flesh from his chest start to fill the cups of the bra. This wasn’t fair! he’d done nothing wrong! He had to speak up for himself!! <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“M-m-miss, please. I didn’t know…” $Name’s voice was soft as he whimpered out the words not nearly as powerfully as he had wanted to, his vision blurring as his eyesight began to degrade suddenly. $Name hardly had time to react to his dimmed eyesight before a pair of spectacles materialized on his face. $Name’s vision clearing about as soon as it had gone. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“HAHAHAHA! Affected by the shyness already, girl?! C’mon, speak your mind!” She mocked $Name gulped hard, his throat tight as he felt it shrink, his face contorting from the magic as his cheeks softened and puffed outward. $Name’s jaw wobbling as it cracked and became less prominent. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Mmmmmm,” $Name grumbled. He had to muster words to tell this girl off, to convince her to change him back! $Name’s eyes shifted from the girl's pupilless eyes to the grass, afraid to make eye contact with eyes that he felt growing, eyelashes he felt lengthening. $Name felt like he was about to cry. He felt so vulnerable! His nose breaking down on his face to a petite little button, hardly able to hold up his new heavy glasses while his thin lips puffed up gently. <img alt="Nerdy Face" src="pngs/NerdyFace.png"/> It was almost as bad as the constant inflation that was taking place on $Name’s chest, the small bumps becoming evermore weighty and visible with each passing moment. A B-cup now, at least! Not able to find the courage to speak, $Name’s chest suddenly swelled out two sizes! <img alt="Nerdy Small" src="pngs/Nerdy200.png"/> “Uhnnn! ahhhn!” $Name cried girlishly The growth made $Name’s body jolt with each increase as wobbly fat made his breasts jiggle fully into and beyond the cups of his bra. BUT WHY!? <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“Oh… no longer resisting?” The girl tittered as she watched $Name’s chest jiggle itself up from small oranges to two melons. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“I’ve noticed the less resistance one puts up, the faster they change… and that was pretty extreme growth. Now they’re almost as big as mine were.” What was she talking about? He WAS resisting! $Name didn’t want this to happen! He lifted his hefty soft tits up as his hair suddenly burst from his head in long dark brown tresses that grew into his vision before styling itself in a couple of pigtails so long they could rest in the grass! $Name had to find the words if only to slow down the transformation… but… he could feel the girl’s pupilless eyes on his chest, watching his breasts continue to grow, the buttons of his button-down showing signs of strain as his massive boobies drew the shirt tight. It made $Name feel so embarrassed, and he desperately tried to hide them from view! With a gasp, $Name’s waist suddenly flattened and curved at the sides, and all at once, his pants burst out in a long billowy skirt that tugged itself shorter in seconds to rest high on his thighs to leave his still hairy and manly legs to be tickled by the grass. <img alt="Nerdy Small" src="pngs/Nerdy200.png"/>“Ahhhhh!” <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“Hahahaha!” The girl laughed hysterically at $Name’s plight, watching his shy form wiggle in the grass as his boxers shrank and drew tight against his groin, becoming a pair of panties as the hair on his legs shed with each bit of wiggle from his body. $Name’s boobs were growing too big! The massive melons wobbled around as their size put the maximum amount of strain on his shirt, the spaces between the buttons now visible holes that revealed slight sights of cleavage. <img alt="Nerdy Boobs" src="pngs/NerdyBoobs.png"/> <img alt="Nerdy Small" src="pngs/Nerdy200.png"/>“Please! Change me back!” $Name cried. He’d finally found his voice, the tightness of his shirt not getting any worse as his breasts had seemed to stop growing. But that was to say nothing of the tightness still pressing against his groin! $Name’s cute innocent face looked toward the girl for some sort of approval and help, but she wasn’t doing anything, and the tightness was getting worse! Desperately trying to look past the mountains on his chest, $Name tried his best to squish them out of view so he could see! $Name’s thin arms struggled to unobscure his lower half as they tried to tame the unruly sea of flesh on his chest. $Name’s groin cried out in pain, getting ever-crushed by the panties that pressed on them until, with a twisted expression on his face and a loud and disturbing squelch from between his legs, that pressure was no more. The relief from that pain was only momentary as a sudden snap from his hips and a spreading swell from his ass demanded attention. $Name’s ass blossomed under him, growing wide and thick to cushion the already relatively soft ground, along with his thighs that swelled with a juicy amount of cushion. Contrary to his thighs, the rest of his legs shrank, thinning to svelte limbs that led nicely into the more voluptuous parts of $Name’s body, complete with socks that climbed up to his knees and little black shoes that covered his dainty feet. <img alt="Nerdy Hips" src="pngs/NerdyHips.png"/> $Name’s hands pressed tightly near his chest to stop his breasts from wobbling too much as his head craned to scan his body. Blushing at the fact the girl had literally transformed him into a shy and busty schoolgirl… With $Name’s transformation finalized, he looked at the floating girl above him, who still wore a rather angry look. Her face stretching into a scowl once again as $Name’s eyes met hers. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“I’LL MAKE EVERYONE WHO’S JUDGED LEARN THE HARD WAY NEVER TO JUDGE AGAIN!” She leaned in closer, her voice descending to a threatening whisper as she spoke her next words <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“So make sure you don’t, or I’ll be sure to make your breasts so big you can’t walk again.” $Name gulped hard as the girl backed off and floated away. Leaving $Name in the grass to contend with watermelon-sized tits and a fearfully shy personality. Even if $Name WANTED to judge someone else, he didn’t even think he could make eye contact with them in fear that they would be too busy looking at his chest… <img alt="Nerd" src="pngs/Nerdy.png"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name took a deep breath and simply stood as the angry floating girl zoomed over to his location and floated angrily in front of his face. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“ “Hey.” $Name said rather plainly as the floating girl’s face changed from a scowl to confusion. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“You’re not… running away from me?” she asked $Name softly. In any other circumstance, $Name might have run away, but the calm he was feeling was seriously something else… even watching people transform before his eyes wasn’t enough to shake him, it seemed… $Name took a calm breath through his nose and answered. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>““I guess not… I saw you transform those people over there. Why and how did you do that?” $Name asked. Her brow furrowed in anger once again as she explained. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“Those three had made fun of me before… so I made a wish to a genie to get revenge, and now I have that power. So I turned them into what I was…” <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“‘A genie? So Jacob’s lamp might’ve really been legit. That’s pretty cool, but it seemed the girl was consumed by her rage, must be the trade-off for wishing for revenge…’ $Name pondered <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>““Wow. Not many can say they were able to get revenge on their bullies in such an incredible way, turning them into shy schoolgirls. That’s awesome.” $Name said. The girl’s scowl faded, her face taking on a more innocent look as her tense and rigid body relaxed. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“You think that’s awesome?...” she asked $Name. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>““Yep, super awesome,” $Name answered. It seemed $Name’s demeanor had calmed the girl down, the shy girl blushing, with her pupilless eyes casting themselves toward the ground in a bit of shyness from what $Name could imagine was probably some of her former self shining through. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“Well, thank you. That’s nice of you to say…” She smiled before her face got serious again. “You need to get off campus…” <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>““What?” $Name questioned. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“The genie I wished to is moving from person to person around campus. I’ve seen multiple people with the same lamp I had…” <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“‘That explains Jacobs’ $Name thought. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“On top of that, most of the wishes are affecting multiple people… you seem nice… so I just want to warn you that most things happening to people aren’t good.” The girl explained. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>““Gotcha. So I’ll just get off campus then…” $Name mumbled. Surprisingly, the girl managed a small smile as she gave $Name more helpful information. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“Go through the nearby sports facility. If you make it through that, you should be out.” She told him <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>““Wow, thank you. And good luck finding any of the other people you need to get revenge on.” $Name responded as he waved and started to walk in the direction of the sports facility. <img alt="Gaze Small" src="pngs/Gaze200.png"/>“Stay safe,” she whispered as the slight whooshing of air signaled her floating departure............................... The walk to the sports facility was fairly quiet, but a few ominous screams from around campus caught $Name’s attention and gave credence to what the girl had said about the sinister nature of things, which made $Name want to get off campus that much quicker. Now standing before the doors of the sports facility, $Name wondered if even going through would be the best idea. Maybe going around the building would be quicker and safer… What did $Name do? [[Go around the building. It looks safe enough and would likely be quicker.->Around]] [[Go through the building, following the directions of the girl.->Follow Directions]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name trusted what the girl had told him, he had to get off campus, but… he was more than positive that if he cut through the sports facility he’d end up bumping into people, and who knows what could happen after that, so $Name figured it’d be safer just to go around. There wasn’t anyone outside after all. Backing away from the facility entrance $Name made his way around one of the corners of the facility. The building was long, and it’d take him a hot minute to walk its length, but the way was clear, and he could see the hedge that signaled the end of the campus grounds… <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “Yeah this seems like a better idea,” $Name assured himself as he began the walk to the edge of the campus grounds. $Name could still hear occasional cries of students echoing out around campus, which made his head flick in whatever direction he’d heard it from, both in curiosity and fear of what could possibly be happening. Nearing the halfway point of the building, $Name’s heart jumped as around the end of campus facing corner, a small crying ginger boy slowly walked into view. The kid was small and his clothes were far too big for him, with his shirt hanging low off of one shoulder and his pant legs dragging on the ground $Name could only guess that this kid was a former student of some kind. The kid collapsed in a heap of loose clothes on the grass, not noticing $Name, and continued to cry. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Jeez… well, that doesn’t look good,” $Name said quietly and walked the rest of the length of the building to the crying child. As $Name approached, the kid must have heard him and looked in $Name’s direction, sobbing with tears streaming down his small, chubby face. He looked to be only around seven to ten years old. $Name couldn’t just leave him alone on campus… Unknown to $Name the smallest smidge of yellow had somehow found its way onto his plain black t-shirt the moment he had this thought. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Hey, kid. What’s wrong?” $Name asked, keeping his distance. The kid was sobbing uncontrollably, $Name would have to calm him down if he wanted any answers. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Aghh…” $Name groaned quietly and closed the distance. Why did he have to have a conscience?… $Name crouched low to the ground and gave the kid a few pats on the back. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“There there, it’s okay.” Eventually, the child’s sobs began to lessen. Tapering off to only sniffles as $Name managed to soothe him. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“You used to be a student, right? What happened to you?” $Name asked softly. $Name’s question seemed to stir up more emotions in the boy as his sniffles began to exacerbate back into sobs. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay, it’s okay.” $Name soothed him again, rubbing his back to calm him down. Through sobs, The boy managed to answer $Name. “I *sob* made a wish *sob* that I could have a perfect family *sob* and then *sob* the genie turned me *sob* into a kid.” He managed to eek out the words right before he was full-blown crying again. It was obviously a sensitive topic for him, and $Name couldn’t help but feel bad and confused because he didn’t see a single sign of this kid’s perfect family anywhere. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“So besides the obvious transformation into a child, did he even grant your wish for a family?” $Name asked as he stretched his shoulders, his shirt feeling a little tight. “//Sniff// he said //sob// he said that the next people I meet would become my family *sniff*” The kid’s teary eyes looked into $Name’s and then down to $Name’s shirt. $Name followed the boy’s gaze and looked down to find his shirt and pants yellow, with the bottom hem of $Name’s shirt merging with his pants! <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ahhhh what is this!” $Name stood up and tried to take a step back before stumbling to the ground. $Name lifted his legs to see the culprit: his yellow pants were merging, becoming one long piece of fabric that was connected to his shirt… It was becoming a dress! <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“No, no! I was almost out! Ehhhhh!” The strange noise that left $Name’s mouth was due to witnessing the sleeves of his shirt fold into themselves, becoming two straps on his shoulders, whilst the collar of his shirt plummeted down his chest and back. “I’m sorry…” The kid's lip quivered before he started to cry again. $Name wanted to be angry at the child. In fact, $Name was, but it wasn’t the boy’s fault. It was the stupid genie’s! $Name had been captured by a wish just like the girl warned, and all because he decided to go around the building! <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Guhhhhh.” $Name groaned as he managed to scramble to his feet. He felt terrible. $Name’s child… errr… the kid… was still crying, and $Name’s body was aching. Hunched at the waist, $Name held his stomach, feeling it bubble and move under his hands and the soft fabric of the dress. It was flattening and reshaping itself, $Name’s sides curving as suddenly his hips crunched outward to draw the dress tight across them. Fuck, they were so wide… the childbearing hips of a mother… $Name looked down to see the long yellow dress pull itself up to his knee, revealing his regular sneakers that were also undergoing a change of some sort. The same yellow color of $Name’s dress infecting his white sneakers through sheer existence alone. What was happening to them became obvious once the heels of the shoes shot up. Tommy was still crying, and it was driving $Name nuts. If he was going to be his mom, the least he could do was stop crying. The remainder of $Name’s tennis shoes had finished their alteration into yellow pumps by becoming featureless and a solid yellow color. $Name’s feet were strangled by the small shoes, with the majority of his feet bulging from them. With sickening crunches, that changed, $Name’s feet removing sizes from themselves in instants as $Name’s shrunken toes wiggled into the points of the shoes. His now dainty feet shook in the heels, the lower half of $Name’s legs trembling as visible leg hair faded, the skin left behind glowing as his calves rounded. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Uhn… Tommy, can you please stop crying? I’m undergoing something rather uncomfortable over here…” $Name grunted, still hunched over with his hands on his knees. Upon hearing his name, Tommy’s crying tapered off, and he repeated his name with a whimper, confused. “//sniff// Tommy?” <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“OHhhh Ahhhh!” $Name’s entire lower half was tensed and growing. He felt his thighs pushing the fabric of the dress, steadily wobbling toward each other whilst his ass did something similar. His butt cheeks plumping and rounding, growing out of sync as one tried to keep up with the increasing mass of the other. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ohhh!” $Name gripped his groin, the soft flesh of his thighs beginning to surround and smother his member with thier growth. $Name’s ass all the heavier as his weighty cheeks pulled the dress taught behind him and drooped slightly over the backs of his legs. $Name felt so wide, so thick, his dick finally trapped between the soft flesh of his big thighs while the globes on his backside stopped their growth with a thunderous bounce. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Tssk ahn fuck!” $Name took pained stumbling steps, his new thick appendages bouncing with each one, his balls hurting between his legs due to an indescribable pulling that told him he wasn’t long for the male sex. “I was supposed to be the mommy!” Tommy suddenly cried. Very preoccupied with the near departure of his testicles, $Name looked with a pained grimace at Tommy to see the little dear look quite mad. His face as red as his hair. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Agh.. Tom- Eeeeeee!” At an explosive speed, $Name’s balls had taken off from between his legs, darting their way up into his body as he felt more begin to shift between his legs. What remained of $Name’s sac was pulled tight, his dick twinging in acknowledgment of his departed testicles as what was once his scrotum began to fold and repurpose itself into a tight lubricated slit. “Ahh, ahh,” $Name panted in discomfort, feeling his male appendage begin to deflate and shrink closer to the tight slit between $Name’s legs. $Name clenched his jaw, feeling it worm its way into him, becoming a sensitive clit that hid itself in his new folds. With $Name’s dick gone, there was a degree of relief that washed over him, his breaths slowing as his skin tingled with waves of goosebumps. $Name looked down. His thick, hourglassed lower half was quite the sight. Never in his life did he think he’d gain a mom bod, his thick legs, and ass basically visible through the tight fabric of the dress, but that was the cost of having a kid $Name supposed… <img alt="Mommy hips" src="pngs/Full MommyHips.png"/> $Name held his head. No, that wasn’t right. He wasn’t supposed to be a mom. He was just turning into one because of some stupid genie. $Name needed to get off this crazy campus and take Tommy somewhere safe. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Uhhhhn,” $Name moaned. But the tingles riding his body felt so good… $Name looked at his arms to see hairless and smooth skin. His torso was still manly for now, but for how much longer? $Name had to breathe through this. He had to ignore the tingles and get out of here! $Name stood up straight and took slow unbalanced steps toward Tommy, his gait wide and his legs and ass bouncing in recoil with each one. $Name reached out his right hand toward the slumped-over boy. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Tommy, c’mon let's get out of here. Maybe if we get off campus, it’ll reverse this.” The boy looked $Name in the eyes and then at $Name’s hand, which caught $Name’s attention. $Name was shaking… $Name’s hand trembled as he felt whatever magic was in him latch onto it. It started slow, a loud crack from his palm, shrinking it. $Name quickly pulled back his shrunken hand close to his body to watch his fingers writhe. Each shake from them shrinking their size, pulling them longer and thinner as long manicured nails pushed out over the tips of his fingers. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ehhhhhh!” $Name squealed. His other hand was doing the same, shaking before morphing into an undeniably feminine hand. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Okay, we have to hurry, c'mon sweetie… mm sorry, Tommy,” $Name said, panicked, offering his now delicate hand out to Tommy again. This time, Tommy took it, and $Name pulled him from the ground and tugged him toward the hedge that signaled the end of campus. Internally $Name was in distress, his wide hips and ass swaying with each expert step he took in the yellow heels. It felt so foreign but natural, feeling his legs and ass bounce with each step he took. Suddenly $Name’s shoulders popped, the entirety of his arms shrinking back while diminishing in strength with the smooth deflation of his muscles, his narrowing shoulders providing him a sharp and prominent collar bone that jutted from just above his chest. “Mom!” Tommy yelled. The name Mom stunned $Name and brought with it a twinge of pleasure to his areola as they suddenly perked and grew! $Name turned to look at Tommy, $Name clutching his chest. The boy's oversized clothes were beginning to cling to his body, reshaping themselves into small shorts and t-shirt that fit him much better than those rags he was dragging around with him. $Name’s face scrunched in a grimace, afraid of what his change meant as a sudden //blub// of fat rushed to his chest. ‘Ahhh, breasts, small but undeniable breasts!!’ <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“We have to hurry, c’mon!” $Name increased the two’s pace, his strides as long as what his dress and the speed of his little baby would allow, his breasts steadily bouncing more and more as they continued to swell, his nipples brazing the soft fabric of the dress with each bounce from his breasts. $Name was almost there, nearly past the threshold that lined up with the hedge as he leaped through it with a long stride, like a track star crossing the finish line. $Name’d made it! With an assumed degree of relief, $Name looked down at his chest… and watched his breasts start to swell even faster! Lipids of fat moving with intense speed as his breasts wobbled and moved on their own due to the increased rate at which they were growing! <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Noooo, stop!” $Name grabbed onto the developing orbs, his cleavage growing ever deeper as the mounds packed in more and more flesh. They were like two mountains growing and obscuring more and more of his lower half, constantly packing in more fat, he didn’t think they’d stop! D’s! E’s! F’s! The sizes just kept coming. It was impossible to hold even a quarter of his heavy breasts in his tiny hands, $Name fumbled around with the big watermelon-sized water balloons as they threatened to grow completely out of his dress! <img alt="Mommy Boobs" src="pngs/Full MommyBoobs.png"/> $Name felt a tug at his backside as he looked at her child with fear in his eyes… Tommy’s eyes were watering again… he was about to cry. “It didn’t work… //sniff//,” he said, a single tear dropping from his eye. $Name gasped loudly as a plethora of cracks pounded his face, his neck tight and shrinking, as the sounds of discomfort he made rose with each one to a mature and motherly tone. This was it! <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Uhhhh… ohhhhh!” $Name felt his face crunch and convulse, breaking down smaller as his cheeks puffed due to rising cheekbones. $Name felt his nose crunch and wiggle small, his lips puff and swell to a pout. $Name held on for dear life, squeezing his breasts even tighter as his eyes grew wide and big, his eyelashes growing out with a tickle. His entire head squeezing into a smaller round shape as his scalp buzzed. In a sudden burst of growth, thick ginger locks descended around $Name vision and to the tops of his massive breasts. Small pinpricks on his face heralded the arrival of freckles while a shimmering green sparkled its way into and consumed his $EyeColor irises. $Name looked himself over. Taking in the canyon of cleavage that his massive breasts provided with a fearful look on his face. This was him now… <img alt="Mommy" src="pngs/Mommy.png"/> “Mommy, why are you holding your boobies like that?!” the voice was cheerful and confused. The exact opposite of what $Name expected as he looked at her child again. His head was tilted innocently to the side genuinely confused as $Name’s mind suddenly reeled. <img alt="Mommy Small" src="pngs/Mommy200.png"/>‘Oh god, why am I holding my chest like this? This is such a terrible example to set for my little Tommy… It must be because I’m so horny… where is his father anyway?’ While memories of $Name’s past life melted away, makeup began to cake her face. Bright red lipstick slathering onto her plump lips as her childhood disappeared, replaced with her life goal of being a mother to a wonderful child. Mascara blackened and sexed up her eyelashes as they became dark and thick, her solo high school days altered to every possible moment spent with her high school sweetheart. Pinpricks and weight on her ears brought into existence the star-shaped earrings she put on this morning as college life was replaced with an early marriage and the consummation that brought with it 9 months later her little baby Tommy. Staring blankly for a moment, years were added to her mind. <img alt="Makeup" src="pngs/Makeup Mommy.png"/> “Mommy?” Tommy asked seeing the blank look on $Name’s face. Like a flipped switch, $Name let go of her heavy breasts and smiled at her boy. <img alt="Full Mommy" src="pngs/Full Mommy.png"/> <img alt="Mommy Small" src="pngs/Mommy200.png"/>“Sorry baby, Mommy just really misses Daddy. What do you say we find him huh? I think he’s probably wandering the school campus somewhere.” $Name said happily as she faced the campus once again hoping to find her husband. [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ It was probably in $Name’s best interest to follow the girl's directions. He still wasn’t sure if being alone or being around a lot of people was smarter, so he let what the girl told him to walk his body into the sports facility with little internal debate. From what $Name remembered, the sports facility actually featured one long hallway that visibly showed the exit as soon as he would walk in… <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Great…” $Name said lowly as he was met with the sight and sound of many students conversing in the aforementioned hallway. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Must be some sort of field day going on today…” $Name muttered as he watched his peers walk around and talk without a care in the world. If only they knew… $Name had a couple of options. Roll the dice and walk through the sea of people or take one of the doors on his right or left. The double doors on his left led into the gymnasium, which would surely take him safely around the mess in the main hallway, allowing him to pop out on the other side with little interaction if not busy, but he didn’t know how many people could be in there… and the glass door on $Name’s right showed a not too busy workout facility that would also lead him around. Which does he choose? [[Gymnasium doors on $Name’s left->Gymnasium]] [[The workout facility door on $Name’s right->Workout Facility]] Brave the crowd ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ It was clear the only correct path was through the workout facility on $Name’s right: Through the glass, he could confirm there were hardly any occupants, so he decided that would be his path around. Quickly maneuvering through some of the students, $Name pulled the door to the workout facility and slipped in. “Now I know how the angel fell… I know the tale, and I know it too well…!” Upon entering, the ambiance of the workout facility was a little threatening: Metal played lightly out of the overhead speakers while grunts and clangs of some of the equipment rang out periodically from the occupants. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Okay… let's go,” $Name whispered to himself as he started his walk to the other end. $Name felt a little tense because he didn’t exactly blend in with his surroundings, but it was just a walk… just a walk… “Hey, you!” a high-pitched feminine voice cried out. $Name’s head swiveled in the direction of the noise and saw a pretty, fit blonde in a pink sports bra, black yoga pants, and white tennis shoes quickly jogging in his direction with a water bottle in her hand. $Name pointed to himself in confusion. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Uh, me?” “Yeah, you… You look a little out of place. What’re you doing in your regular ol clothes walking the gym, may I ask?” Shit, he knew it. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Yeah, sorry. I just needed to get to the other end of the hallway. There’s a field day or something going on, and it was completely blocked,” $Name answered truthfully. “Ohhhh gotcha, well I thought maybe you were just checking out the place… maybe wanting to work out here in the future, so I just ran over to offer you a bit of my drink,” she said, shaking her water bottle. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ha, thanks, but I actually just need to get off campus… I saw some crazy stuff a while ago,” $Name said quietly. “Oh!” her eyes brightened, “Are you talking about the genie,” she whispered. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“ Yeah! How… how do you know about that?” $Name exclaimed “ Well, I made a wish to him, of course. He only grants one, which is lame, but I’ve been really struggling with gaining muscle recently, so I asked him to give me a fit body. Then, he materialized this drink!” she said, pointing to the bottle triumphantly. “One swig of this and my rather soft body at the time became this!” she said, flexing her very defined muscles. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Huh, wow. I guess not all the genie's wishes are bad then…” $Name mused looking over the woman's body. “Yeah! Honestly, I just wanted to test it on someone else to see if the results would be the same… Hey, if you’re planning to get out of here, maybe having a strong body would be beneficial so that no one could get in your way. Do you want to try a little bit of this?” she asked, holding the water bottle out to $Name… What does $Name do… [[Being strong could be good for $Name’s escape… take a drink->Take a drink]] Don’t trust the magically infused beverage. Pass and continue walking ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/> “You know what… sure, I’ll take a sip. Being stronger could help,” $Name said happily. “Awesome!” she said, popping the top of the bottle open, which made some of the contents spritz onto your clothes. “Oops, sorry!” she apologized. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Don’t worry about it,” $Name said with a dismissive wave of his hand as he grabbed the bottle from her. “Well, here goes nothing, I guess… I’ve never thought about how it would feel being muscular before, but now I’m wondering,” $Name said, squirting the contents of the bottle into his mouth. He was hit with an interesting taste profile. Was it… watered down strawberries? $Name gulped the liquid down and took an excited breath. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“So, how long did it take for this stuff to kick in?” $Name asked the girl as he handed the bottle back to her, a slight warmth already starting to emanate from his stomach. “Not long at all. Shortly after I drank it, I could feel my muscles tightening and growing. It was intense. All my stomach fat got like evaporated into nothing, and I even grew a bit taller. How’s it feeling for you?” she asked. $Name’s stomach was hot like a furnace. He didn’t have much of a belly, but what was there was seemingly moving, tightening. $Name lifted up his shirt to see his belly contorting, sucking itself thinner as his abs started to jut out from under the tightening skin in pairs, and before long, $Name had a nice six-pack. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Damn, this stuff works fast!” $Name laughed. Still holding up his shirt as he looked down again. $Name could feel the liquid working its magic on his sides! The fat burning itself away before they suddenly… curved? <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Wait… that doesn’t look right,” $Name said, a little disheartened. His abs were moving again, flexing smaller and less defined as they seemed only to leave just the slightest shadow of definition. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Hey, what’s happening? I thought this was supposed to make me… like ripped… Ahhhhh!” $Name's vision suddenly sank like he’d just jumped down a stair as he was brought to eye level with the girl who was more than a few inches shorter than him a second ago! Her face mirrored his in confusion. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“What’s happening to me?!” $Name cried. “I-I don’t know,” she answered, looking $Name up and down. $Name could feel something pulling his hips! The pressure building as they suddenly cracked wider with a sickening crunch. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“You- you tricked me!” $Name accused the girl as he dropped his shirt back down over his shrunken body. “No, I swear I had no idea!” She said, her hands waving in her defense. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“YOU! AH! //CRACK//!” $Name’s lower back suddenly thrust forward, making his chest and ass push out in an exaggerated manner as the drink continued to mold his body into whatever shape it had planned. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“I-I need to leave.” $Name cried as he started his interrupted journey to the opposite side of the gym. $Name’s steps were slow, his muscles weak and unresponsive as he used the wall for support. $Name’s clothes were getting tighter, his shirt starting to shrink around him, crawling up his arms and just slightly above his belly as it turned into a tanktop. The shirt wasn’t the only thing, though. $Name’s pants were undergoing shrinkage of their own, the jean material turning to tight spandex as they snapped to his legs and brightened to a vibrant pink. Following the same kind of process of $Name’s shirt as they climbed north up his shiny hairless legs until they clung tightly to his mid-thigh. “Hey! Let me help you.” It was the girl again, at $Name’s side, offering her help as $Name’s arms began to offer less and less support against the wall as they grew weak. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Stay away from me!” $Name yelled softly, swiping at the girl as a suction pulled at $Name’s arms, what muscle he had initially was deflating like a loose balloon as they compacted. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Uhhhh huuuuuun.” $Name’s large frame was vibrating, his back and shoulders begging to collapse like they were under a vice grip. “Ooohoo fuuuuck I ca-*Crack*an’t hooo-*Snap* ld it…” With a violent motion, $Name’s upper body shook, his shoulders drawing themselves in as air was pushed from his lungs with the shrinking of his back. $Name let out a gasp as he sunk to his knees against the wall, his hands coming to rest on his legs as they started to twist and contort themselves smaller. His nails gaining a glossy and manicured finish as they stretched over his thinned and long-looking fingers. $Name took raspy breaths to get air back into his shrunken lungs, his chest heaving as an unknown pleasure started to push from behind his nipples. <r> <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Ehhhh, what now?!” $Name gasped, bringing small elegant hands to his chest to prod one of his puffy nipples and let out a gasp of confused pleasure as it made his dick jolt upward. “Oh shit…” the girl said from above $Name. “You’re- you’re turning into a girl!” She shouted. $Name looked up at her, his throat tight… <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“//Nuhh-ah-hhhhh, you think?!//” $Name gasped out through a shrinking neck. It was obvious, his small body and sensitive nipples were a dead giveaway, and now he even sounded like one! <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“//Ahhhh-ohhh, fahhhck//” $Name grasped at his slightly squishy chest as he felt his face beginning to throb. $Name’s fingers brought him a bit of fumbling pleasure as he let them press into his chest, his jaw aching as it snapped and narrowed. //SWELL// The first significant addition of mass to $Name’s chest bounced his fingers outward, definite bumps showing through the tight tanktop as he gritted his teeth, feeling his lips swell and nose wiggle and shrink. A mess of pain and pleasure, $Name couldn’t help but caress the growing bumps, his cheeks shifting higher as they puffed up on his face. //SWELL// “//AHhh hhunnn!//” $Name couldn’t help but feel like he were making a scene, but he didn’t care. The pleasure he was getting from the growing weights on his chest did wonders for ignoring the sensations of discomfort on his face, his eye batting as his eyelashes grew above brightening seas of blue. //SWELL// $Name’s dick was throbbing, the bulge in the tight pink shorts begging to be touched as $Name snaked a hand into them, his small delicate hand finding his dick as he began to pump it. $Name’s head grew hot as the sensation of hair trickling down his face made him warmer. <img alt="Workout" src="pngs/WorkoutFace.png"/> “Fuck…” $Name heard the girl say in a bit of disgust, but he didn’t care. Even the black hair that tickled his shoulders and suddenly pulled tight against the back of his head didn’t distract him from the sensation of his jiggling C-cups- //SWELL// -D Cups, being bounced and groped by one hand while his other jerked him off. <img alt="Jerk it girl" src="pngs/Workout Boob Grab.png"/> <img alt="Workout Small" src="pngs/Workout200.png"/>“//OHHhhhhn!//” $Name moaned loudly as he grew closer and closer to cumming. It was only when the swelling of his thighs began to squeeze tightly around his balls that he finally… <img alt="Workout Small" src="pngs/Workout200.png"/>“//Ahhhhhh…waahh, whaaaaa! Wahhh-ts happeeeeeningg?!//” $Name thought he’d came, but with each flex of his “cumming” dick, it only seemed to shrink further out of his hand, each flex drawing it further into $Name’s crotch as his balls popped into him. <img alt="Workout Small" src="pngs/Workout200.png"/>“//Ohhhh noooo, I diiiidn’t evennnn… ahhhnnn!//” With a wet squelch, $Name’s dick slipped from his hand and into him. His form lurching forward from the sensation of new organs snaking their way through his body as he wiggled in discomfort. At the same time, $Name’s legs were growing under him, filling with a great amount of muscle. In moments, they swelled into firm thicc legs that propped him up strongly, sealing any thigh gap he might have had as he suddenly bounced off his legs onto his hands and knees. <img alt="Workout Small" src="pngs/Workout200.png"/>“//Ah! My ass!//” $Name looked behind him to see that his ass had undergone an explosive amount of growth, not that he couldn’t feel how much tighter the shorts had gotten, as his already big bubble butt continued to shake and widen, the cheeks wobbling up to strong globes as they stuffed his pink shorts. $Name crawled his feet up to his hands and stood up quickly, courtesy of his strong legs as his calves toned and feet crunched below him. <img alt="Workout Small" src="pngs/Workout200.png"/>“//Fuck! It's so big!//” $Name yelled, grappling with the heavy mass that was his backside. As the girl next to him started to laugh. <img alt="Big booty judy" src="pngs/Workout Drink.png"/> “Well, it looks like the drink works. Judging by that ass and those legs, I’m guessing you could squat at least 350lbs, easy.” $Name looked over incredulously before gazing back at his massive ass. She was… probably right… [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name fought the urge to run and quieted his footfalls on the wood floor as he silently proceeded toward the other end of the gym as the yelling continued. “Fuck you, coach! I don’t need this shit! The entire squad hates you. We’d be better off if you weren’t our coach… in fact! I wish we had a different coach!” Those words widened $Name’s eyes, and he looked back toward the arguing pair in a panic. As he had looked away, the girl being yelled at must have pulled out the genie lamp from her bag, the cool metal of the lamp glinting under the gym lights as the spout poured red smoke that was swirling around the coach! “Jessica, what did you do?!” the coach yelled in confusion as $Name went back on his inconspicuous plan and started to run toward the exit anyway. //RIIIIIIIIIP! // Mid-sprint, a strong and powerful tug removed every article of $Name’s clothing like it had been simply velcroed to his body. Everything. His pants, shoes, shirt, underwear, and socks flew off him as his bare feet hit the cold floor, and was left stark naked. Naturally, $Name’s run was instantly stopped as he desperately hid his junk from view, and his head swiveled in the direction he felt his clothes detach from his body. Panicked and embarrassed, $Name was shocked as he looked to see different clothes actually flying in his direction from across the gym. $Name could only glimpse the white V-neck T-shirt and black pants as the clothes opened and adhered to his body. $Name was now fully dressed again, but his first thought was how tight and uncomfortable the new clothes felt. The V-neck shirt too tight in the chest, the shoes too small, the pants too loose in the ass, and his groin smothered by new underwear. $Name was still confused as to what this change in wardrobe exactly meant as he looked from his own body to across the gym to get answers. It was clear $Name’s attempt at inconspicuousness was a complete and total failure. The eyes of the cheerleading team alternating stares between himself and the coach, who was now wearing his clothes. It was confusion all around, murmurs amongst the squad, shouts from the coach, and internal panic from himself. This had to be part of the wish that girl made just now, right?! But why the clothes swap?! $Name’s skin was starting to itch… and burn. His eyes drifted across his arms to watch his skin very slowly darken to light brown and the hair atop them break off and float to the ground. This brown skin $Name was sporting glowed with the absence of hair obscuring them, and a quick feel told him just how soft and smooth his skin had become. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Is all my skin this way?!” $Name wondered and reached up to his face expecting to feel familiar rough stubble but was met with the same baby-soft skin as his arms. “Oh wow, he got so tan,” $Name heard one of the cheerleaders whisper. “And his skin looks so healthy.” Another one said, “What’s happening to him?” $Name was asking himself the same question: what WAS happening to him? Across the gym erupted a scream. It was the coach. $Name couldn’t see too well, but her face had blackened in a very specific way. It looked like she’d grown a significant black beard that she was now freaking out over. The realization hit $Name quickly. He was for lack of a better phrase, “changing places!” but… she wasn’t tan before like he was now, so… so… what did that mean? <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Huuughhh!” $Name suddenly lurched forward, his shoulders jittering as they were drawn inward, the muscles in his back flexing and relaxing as they atrophied to a small size. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Oh, fuck” $Name grunted, his arms wrapped around his shrunken frame. This wasn’t good. $Name scanned the room with his teeth in a grit, looking at the frightened eyes of some of the cheerleaders who were watching. $Name could feel more of his body starting to move out of his control, starting minimally in his arms but picking up steam, turning into full-on spasms that had begun to shrink them in a similar fashion as his back. “He’s shrinking!” one of the girls cried, covering her mouth in shock. $Name was so fucking happy he had a goddam audience for this shit! There was nothing better tha– aghhhh! $Name’s hands hurt. Still hunched over, he brought the tanned things in front of him to see them shrink in size: his fingers thinning and his palms slimming. They were getting so small! Even his fingernails were changing, every one of them growing out in unison over the tips of his long-looking fingers. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Shit… not good,” $Name grunted, hiding his hands under his hunched body. He was becoming a woman, he were certain, and it was happening quickly. $Name could feel it inside him, moving from his arms into his chest and waist. The V-neck shirt was plenty loose now with his shrunken torso inside of it, and looking down, $Name could peek into the collar of his shirt and see as a pleasant tickle widened and grew his nipples. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Oh fuck!” $Name gasped, looking fearfully into the shirt collar as his nipples started to jut with the faintest swell from behind them. $Name clutched his chest and backed up into the nearby wall, a compression hitting his waist as it wiggled and suddenly curved. “Oh my god, what’s happening to him now? Why is he grabbing his chest like that?” one of the girls whispered. “Look, he’s getting skinnier,” another said, pointing. Sure enough, with each breath $Name took, the faint gut he was sporting was eating itself away little by little. Becoming tighter until his stomach was flat as a washboard. $Name was about as beat red and embarrassed as his tanned skin would let him be. His nipples were buzzing and swelling out more and more with the flesh that was packing in behind them. $Name could hide them from view for now, but already he could feel them squishing up against his arms, and his nipples were sooooo sensitive, but $Name was going to do everything in his power not to let his audience see his growing breasts! The feeling inside $Name began to move again, firing from his waist to his neck, restricting it. $Name started to cough. The restriction steadily shrank $Name’s neck as it sent his manly coughs into high pitch squeaks. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“//Cough// ''Oh no…''” $Name said cutely and quietly. Already, $Name could feel that feeling moving into his face and increasing in intensity. $Name quickly grabbed the brim of the hat on his head and lowered it as far as it would go so he could hide both his face and his steadily growing chest from the onlookers. “Aw, he’s hiding his face…” one of the girls said, disappointed. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“Please just slow down…” $Name whispered, begging the transformation to listen as his jaw started to rumble. It didn’t slow, and $Name’s entire face was echoing the rumble that had started in his jaw. //SNAP// $Name winced in surprise more than pain as his chin was suddenly drawn back. It was all changing. $Name could feel it. His cheeks were rising, bubbling to a puff as his lips warbled and swelled. $Name felt his nose snap down and shrink before upturning to a rounded point, and his eyes… he could feel them growing, becoming big and alluring, as he felt the tickle of eyelashes scrape the tops of his full cheeks. $Name let out a cute little grunt as he felt his hair start to bristle and fill the hat on his head, some of the strands peeking out from under it and tickling the tops of his ears. The hat was getting too full, and before $Name could grab it, it popped off his head and fell to the ground, letting loose a mane of beautiful, thick, wavy white hair that dropped around his shoulders. White?! His hair was white?! $Name grabbed a hold of a few of the soft locks and looked up into the stares of the cheerleading team. <img alt="Coach Face" src="pngs/CoachFace.png"/> “Oh my god, he looks so cute now. Look at his face.” One of them said. “And his hair…” “Forget about his face. Look at his chest!” Another said. <img alt="Coach Small" src="pngs/Coach200.png"/>“''Shit!''” $Name exclaimed, returning back to covering his chest with the hand he’d used to feel his hair. $Name’s tits were getting too big and were no longer able to be completely covered by his small arms and hands! A crack of cleavage formed down the center of his chest as he tried to find a way to hide the now undeniable orbs from view. “Holy shit, is he growing tits!” one of the girls exclaimed. “OMG, you’re right. I think he is!” Another enforced. $Name couldn’t hide them anymore, they were growing too fast, his soft bosom finding a way to escape his arms and hands in some manner as the flesh continued to ooze in and swell them beyond what he could handle. <img alt="Coach Small" src="pngs/Coach200.png"/>“''Can you please stop staring!''” $Name cried as he fumbled with his wobbling tits. He’d had enough of the onlookers, but it seemed $Name’s cry to look away only encouraged them to look closer as his breasts continued to grow, jiggling past C and D cup territory quickly and into double D. It was enough to make $Name hard, feeling such heavy and sensitive things resting on his previously unremarkable chest. The pleasure he was getting from even just a slight squish from them was intense, and that’s not even mentioning the feeling given to him from the braze of his dark, sensitive nipples against the fabric of the shirt. <img alt="Coach Boobs" src="pngs/CoachBoobs.png"/> <img alt="Coach Small" src="pngs/Coach200.png"/>“''Ohhhhhh,''” $Name moaned with a bite of his lip. “Is he getting off to this?” $Name heard one of the girls whisper. “Yeah, I think he is… can we even call him HE anymore?” another whispered. $Name hated their whispering. Of course, he were still a HE. He still had the dick to prove it! Did they think he’d even be appreciating his tits this much if he wasn’t?! It was enough to break $Name out of his horny fondling as he picked his hat back up off the ground and placed it on his head to tame his mess of wild white hair. “Good god, his breasts grew so big” “Yeah, probably E-cups at least” $Name looked down into his brown canyon of cleavage and pressed on his breasts once for good measure as they recoiled back with a bounce. <img alt="Coach Boobs" src="pngs/Coach Booba.png"/> Jesus, they WERE big. They were almost all $Name could see looking down… Just when $Name had a moment to recover, a very familiar feeling made itself known again. $Name felt it migrate from his chest downward, tickling past his stomach as it wrapped around his hips… <img alt="Coach Small" src="pngs/Coach200.png"/>“''Oh no, no!''” $Name pleaded, placing his small brown hands on them and squeezing to hopefully nullify the effects, but he really should’ve known better than that by now… no matter his resistance, his hips were very quietly creaking outward, pushing his hands out further and further as 1… 2… 3inches were added to both sides. “An hourglass figure… he’s so lucky…” $Name certainly didn’t feel lucky, especially as he felt the magic unwrap from his hips and feel like it just wormed its way into his balls! <img alt="Coach Small" src="pngs/Coach200.png"/>“''Ah!''” $Name gasped loudly. He couldn’t help but grab his crotch, which made the whispers of the girls in front of him really go crazy. “Holy shit! I think he’s finally becoming a she! Look at the way he’s grabbing himself!” “Yeah!” “Yeah, OMG!” $Name desperately wanted it not to be true, but HOLY SHIT, THEY WERE RIGHT! <img alt="Coach Small" src="pngs/Coach200.png"/>“''AHHH AHHHN!''” $Name felt both his balls shoot into him, worming their way through his body as he was sent bending forward in pain, his tits bouncing into each other as they hung off his chest pendulously. <img alt="Coach Crotch" src="pngs/Coach Grab.png"/> <img alt="Coach Small" src="pngs/Coach200.png"/>“''Mmmmm ahhhhhh!''” $Name squirmed as he felt his member worm its way inside him, deflating in the too-tight underwear until said underwear laid flat against his groin with no impediment. $Name was a girl now, no, a woman! With his manhood no longer around, the magic wasted no time in shaping $Name’s lower half, with his ass swelling behind him to draw his pants tight while his thighs swelled and slightly squished his hands that rested on his groin. $Name looked down to see his calves shrink and felt his feet pop and writhe into a smaller shape in his shoes as the changes eventually just… came to a stop… It was finally over. $Name let out a slight breath of relief as he slowly stood up straight and suddenly felt something cold rest just above his breasts. $Name lifted it up to see a shiny metal whistle had found its way onto his neck. <img alt="Coach Small" src="pngs/Coach200.png"/>“''Um, you’re kidding me…''” $Name broke out in a bit of a sweat as he looked across the gym to see that the previous coach had turned into a rather ordinary-looking guy wearing $Name’s old clothes. The gym was completely silent until the coach-turned-man took off toward the exit and left… All the cheerleader's eyes shifted from his escape to $Name… $Name brought a hand up to his face and acknowledged the situation as best he could. <img alt="Coach Small" src="pngs/Coach200.png"/>“''Okay, um, girls… I guess I’m your new coach now?...''” $Name had no idea how to coach cheerleading. <img alt="Coach" src="pngs/Coach.png"/> [[Restart?->ETCOW START]] ]

(align:"<==")+(box:"==XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX===")[ $Name would risk the gym. Though he couldn’t see how many people were in there, the chances of interacting with anyone were slim because of the gym’s size. Walking to the double doors, $Name slipped in… “Give me a D, give me an E, give me an F-!” The cheerleading team was currently practicing, the girls sounding out in unison as $Name put his head down and started his quick walk across the shiny waxed wood floors. A quarter of the way across $Name’s stride was slowed as a name was called out. “Jessica!!” $Name looked at the action and saw that one of the cheerleaders had arrived late, not fully dressed in her uniform, and was now being yelled at by the coach. <img alt="Player Small" src="pngs/Player200.png"/>“That’s rough…” $Name whispered as the coach really started to lay into the girl. Telling her how “she was always late” and “filled with self-importance, not being part of the TEAM.” The rest of the cheerleaders silently watched, some snickering as they whispered to some of their teammates. $Name loved some drama as much as the next guy, but now really wasn’t the time. He had to go. If anything, the scolding he was hearing felt like a bad omen. It almost made him want to run… What did $Name do? Run to the other side of the Gym and out the doors [[Stay inconspicuous and silently continue the walk to the other side->Inconspicuous]] ]