Looking around the large hall I begin to take stock of the people intermingling around the tables and the makeshift dance floor. More and more people file in by the minute, nervous or excited-looking college students unsure what to expect from their first 'party'. As I move around the room, steering clear of the painfully loud speakers, I notice quite a few other students, all doing their own thing.
A shy-looking girl stands awkwardly in the corner, keeping her distance from the crowded food tables and the makeshift dance floor. She stands at only around 5'3", a slender build obscured beneath her baggy clothes. Her freckled face is framed by her long frizzy light brown hair, the wild mass causing her to nervously try to pat it down with her petite pale hands. Her lips are relatively thin, light pink with little to no makeup adorning her sweet albeit plain face. Her face is defined by a set of large rectangular glasses, the thick frames putting everyone on notice about her terrible eyesight. Her clothing choices are none too impressive either, consisting of a large baggy Dungeons and Dragons shirt and an extremely baggy pair of black jeans.
A confidant blonde struts around the room, weaving between the tables of food and the dancefloor in an effort to make herself seen amongst the crowd. Her long blonde hair is perfectly styled, her luscious locks hanging in well-maintained curls and waves that dance around her neck just above her shoulders. Her makeup almost looks professionally done, perfectly accenting her soft features and creating some illusionary cheekbones. She is around 5'6" with her modest assets on display beneath her tight expensive clothing. While I personally knew little about fashion I could tell expensive from cheap, and I could certainly tell when someone was trying to show that disparity off. A light-blue dress hangs from her narrow shoulders, draping down to just above her knees. A thick black belt binds to dress tightly to her thin waist, the central buckle adorned with several clear gemstones. The opulent aesthetic carries over to her accessories as well, with her ears and hands practically covered in an array of expensive gold and silver rings each with small perfectly cut jewels.
A bored-looking tomboy stands by the door leading out to the external landing. While a hoodie covers their head, along with a beanie which appeared to be moments from falling off, I could still make out their short black crew cut. Their face is rather angular, with a strong jawline contrasting a set of plump kissable lips and naturally long eyelashes. A bundle of heavy clothes drapes over their body, making it difficult to make out much of their figure. A black shirt lays beneath the dark green hoodie, with a grey jacket piled on top of the hoodie as well. A pair of worn and torn jeans hang around loosely around them, the legs being so large as to obscure what lay beneath. The long pair of jeans practically encompassed their shoes as well, the only visible section at the very bottom revealing a set of dirty brown combat boots. However, despite all this effort to hide their body one part was still easily visible. The front of their hoodie/jacket combo balloons outwards, the massive rack beneath distorting the material and creating a perky jiggling shelf.
A pint-sized Latina dances in the center of the room, her motions wild and energetic yet still incredibly well coordinated. She's barely visible over the heads of the rest of the crowd, most likely being barely 5'0" if that. A short crop of black hair whips about her as she dances, the fashionable side shave flopping back and forth with every powerful motion. It is hard to make out her face as she violently moves about the dancefloor, the occasional sight of emerald eyes or slightly rounded cheeks giving the impression of a cute face more than anything else. Her almost non-existent assets are on full display thanks to her choices of clothing, a short black dress barely reaching the mid-thigh along with a sheer material covering her shoulders and much of the chest. Her nipples are obscured by the black PVC that makes up the majority of the dress, the tight shiny material clinging to her curvy frame and tiny A-Cup. In an effort to gain more height her shoes have a thick sole and heel, easily adding several inches to her meager size. The studded black leather boots hit the wooden floor heavily with each of her steps, the boots themselves climbing well up her calf as she seems to effortlessly balance on them.
A cheery willowy redhead drifts through the room, wandering between groups of people and introducing herself with a warm smile. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail the carries down to her middle back, the crimson strands only held by an old black hairband. She has high prominent cheekbones which frame her dimpled face rather charmingly. Her freckled hands, covered in a very subtle tan, reach out to shake the hands of every person she talks to as her painted red lips curl into giddy excited grins. Her clothing is equally as airy as her personality, a long flowing dress emblazoned with images of all manner of wildflowers along with a pair of heavily worn boots which seemingly do little to hinder her spritely movements. Beneath the thin material of the dress her build can occasionally be seen on her tall 6'1" frame, a somewhat generous and unsupported chest accompanied by a rather large set of hips which the dress clings to whenever she turns sharply or rushes to another group of people.
Sipping at my half-empty can of cheap cola I try to work out what the hell I was going to do, though the pounding music did little to help with my thinking.
"I need to work out what the hell that...thing was" I think to myself, glancing down at my hand. Gritting my teeth a little I inspect my palm, running my fingers along the once tender burn mark but finding it far more tolerable. There is no sign of the hands of the stylized clock having moved, no indication it had ever pointed at anything other than the one.
Slowly I return my hand to my side, not wanting anyone to think me too weird as I drift around the outskirts of the party staring at my palm. As I reach the corner I see the mousey brunette glance up at me, her expression shifting to one of intense nervousness before her eyes dart away.
"Hi, I'm..." I begin to say, my words ending midsentence as the short young woman begins to hurriedly walk away. Sighing slightly I watch as she rushes over to a cooler, grabbing another drink before moving to a new corner.
"Good first impression" I think to myself, turning to look at the wider room once again.
As I turn back towards the dance floor a person slips into my vision, the tall redhead with a wide grin ducking in front of me with a hand extended.
"Hey there!" she shouts, trying to make her dream-like and subdued voice ring out over the thumping music. "I'm Lindey, but ya can call me Lin" she quickly follows up, her vision darting between my eyes and my hand"
"Oh...uh..." I stammer, now finding myself on the back foot. "I'm Jordan" I call back over the music, giving her my hand to shake.
Before I can react she eagerly clutches my hand with both of hers shaking it excitedly before a sudden look of confusion spreads over her face. Looking down she flips my hand over, her eyes going wide as she sees the intricate burn pattern on my palm.
"Oh...My..." she mouths, her voice falling below the ambient volume of the hall.
"I...well that's..." I stammer, still unsure as to how to explain that sort of mark.
"That's awesome!" she coos, leaning in to inspect the burn closer as she traces the lines with her free hand. "Is this...like...some sort of tattoo? I love tattoos! I have one on my back and my butt and my..." she rambles, showing little regard for modesty as she riffs her list of ink.
"I...yeah...it is" I reply, figuring it was as good an excuse as any.
"Thanks sooooo cool" she coos, wriggling giddily as the gears in her head begin to turn. "I would totally get something like this, the cool clock and the hand having made its first step...so meaningful" she exclaims, reading far more into the marking than I ever would.
Her face falls a little as she huffs, standing back up and rolling her slender shoulders. "But that's expensive" she groans "Not gonna happen anytime soon.
My eyes dart over her, taking in her outfit from up close. It dawns on me that the shoes appear so well worn not out of aesthetic choice, but out of necessity, and the dress appeared a few decades out of date and most likely being a hand-me-down or from a thrift store.
"Yeah" I sigh, my vision darting over to the lavishly dressed blonde as she flaunts her outfit. "Can't all be like her"
"Who?" asks Lin, looking out into the crowd as if immediately forgetting her previous train of thought. "Oh, Melanie? Yeah her family is loaded...I think?" Lin explains, her face twisting into a mildly confused expression. "I mean I think they are, she was talking about getting that belt as a grad present and that ring as a gift for moving into college...That one! That one!" shouts Lin excitedly, pointing at one of the larger silver rings with a diamond in the fitting.
As I stand there, watching the wealthy girl prance about, a smirk spreads across my lips.
"I suppose...I should try it again...Just to test it" I think to myself, my greed overcoming my desire to avoid making any more wishing.
"I wish I had her wealth" I think to myself, my eyes lock onto the blonde.
Suddenly the music stops, everyone freezing up along with the sound. I try to stay stock still, not wanting to draw any attention to myself as I remember the aggressive reaction of Kelly back at the apartment. A heat begin to build up in my palm, my eyes twitching as I feel the painful scratching shift across my palm.
Melanie's face drops as she begins to look around, panic setting in as she walks between the statue-like people mid-partying.
"H...Hey...What the fuck!?" she calls out, reaching out to push at the tiny Latina as she hovers off the ground mid-jump. No matter how much she tries the pint-sized girl doesn't move, Melanie's lip slowly begins to quiver out of the mounting fear gripping her.
Suddenly, the rings adorning her hands begin to shimmer and shift as their very shape begins to distort. A sharp shriek fills the air as the rings grow dark, oozing from her fingers before disappearing into wisps of black smoke. Before she can even notice the same thing happens to the jewelry in her ears, the glittering jewels disappearing as the smoke hangs about her.
Stumbling backward she bumps into one of the snack tables, the whole thing not moving an inch even as she places her whole weight against the flimsy plastic foldout. The lavish fabric of her light dress begins to shift, changing in design and shape to appear far closer to a cheap off-the-rack piece of clothing you would find at any department store. While still new, the dress loses much of its grandeur as it settles into a pretty yet inexpensive state.
The large jewel-studded belt begins to shake while sinched around her waist, causing her to clutch at it with tears forming in her eyes. One by one the gemstones begin to fall from the belt, the metal fittings disappearing after each disappearance. Melanie clutches at the belt, whimpering in an attempt to catch some of the escaping jewels. However, even as she catches them they simply turn to an all-to-familiar smog before vanishing into the air. The belt itself, beyond the adornments, begins to grow less supple as it shifts into a fake leather affair with a cheap cardboard core.
Without looking down at myself fully I let my eyes drift down for a moment, a slight grin forming on my lips as I look at my own clothes from a limited perspective. I watch with gleeful excitement as the logo on the cheap promotional shirt I was wearing begins to shift, though the overall shirt doesn't change. The well-worn chipping print on the t-shirt slowly shifts around the fabric, reconstituting itself into a bright and bold Horde symbol in the upper left corner.
My jeans too begin to undergo a subtle change. The cheap denim bought from some discount department store warping into something far more solid and more importantly expensive. I feel something tug in behind me, most likely some sort of tag or some bit of branding to show off my wealth as she had done but in my own style. At the same time I feel something shift in my pockets, both my phone and my wallet wriggling either side of me and beyond my view before stopping.
A band of smoke begins to billow around my wrist, slowly forming into a dark leather strap. The band slowly shifts outwards as it shapes into some sort of metal rectangle, a moment of recognition hitting me as I see a small screen light up on my new smartwatch.
The changes don't end at her clothes as her hair begins to lose much of its volume and stylish curls. Whatever she had done to get her hair so perfect appears to reverse itself along with the professionally done makeup vanishing from her face. While it isn't replaced with anything terrible to say the least, the now personally done hair and makeup appear far more haphazard and poorly executed than they had been mere seconds ago.
Before Melanie has any time to react to her changes fully the music begins to blare through the speakers once again, the heavy and ever-growing crowd shifting and jostling once again. Before I can even investigate my own changes I feel Lin elbow me in the ribs lightly, a sly grin on her lips.
"Maybe you could pay for them huh?" she playfully suggests, nudging me a little more.
"Pay for...uh..." I mutter, trying to come to terms with the redhead's sudden change in tune.
"The tattoos!" she giggles excitedly, nodding down to my hand. "I mean we're friends right? And you're so...well...you could afford it" she explains, apparently having decided we were friends now.
"I...yeah...I mean..." I stammer, looking down at my hand and noticing the hand now pointing at the number two.
"Ooooooh we could get matching ones, you could get one like my Butt-erfly and I could get the cool clock" she muses, making me unsure if she was joking. "Though I might not get mine pointing at two, what does that even mean? I think mine would point at one, like a first step sort of..." she continues, my eyes going wide as she appears to misremember the number she had seen on my palm.
Before I can question her on that she perks up, cooing loudly as she sees someone in the crowd. "Oh that's such a cool jacket!" she cries out, rushing off without even saying goodbye. "Hey there, where did you get that..." she calls out, her voice falling off as she darts away.
Waving slightly to the willowy redhead as she darts off I quickly refocus myself onto a more pressing matter. I quickly begin to fish around in my pockets, pulling out a rather thick leather wallet and a large expensive-looking new Samsung phone. My mouth falls open as I look in the light brown wallet, my gaze being met with the sight of a large sum of cash and several bank cards. The phone's home screen is emblazoned with a picture of myself in front of a large gaming rig, an array of rainbow LEDs causing the whole thing to glow in the dimly lit room.
"Fuck...that's...that's me?" I think to myself, a grin forming on my lips. "Alright, no more wishes" I continue, my heart hammering in my chest. "I need to...well I can't risk any more changes"
Out of the corner of my eye I catch a light blue shape moving through the crowded room. Tilting my head to the side I see Melanie rushing towards the external doors with tears running down her cheeks. Before I can do anything I watch as she slips outside, the tomboy glancing at her with a slight look of concern and then a shrug before the blonde disappears from sight.
My eyes lock onto the chest of the heavily dressed individual by the door, a lewd smirk spreading across my lips as I grow distracted. I feel myself growing rapidly aroused as I stand awkwardly in the meeting hall.
"Fuck, I haven't had this much of a hair-trigger since..." I think, snapping my fingers as I realize what was wrong. "Since I was a teenager. Fuck am I...am I a virgin again?" I continue, my train of thought rapidly de-railing as I continue to stare.
"I'd do anything to get my hands on those tits" I muse in my head, thinking in a horny and crass fashion that would not have been out of sorts for my eighteen-year-old self.
Before I can get out another thought the music cuts off again, the roiling sea of people freezing in place and becoming an impenetrable cage around me. My heart leaps into my throat as I look around wide-eyed, trying to work out what the hell I had done. My hand, barely having returned to normal after my last change, begins to burn again as a terrible indication of things to come.
My stomach sinks as I spot the walking laundry pile by the door, their own head whipping around in shock as they try to work out what was happen. They quickly pull the hood and beanie off their head, revealingly the whole of their tight black crew cut and their angular jawline.
"Why is..." I mutter, my voice getting cut short as I feel an ache building in my chest.
My hands snap up to my non-existent pecs, pressing my soft cotton shirt against my flat chest. My eyes go wide as I feel something shifting beneath my shirt, a bubbling sensation beneath my skin as soft pliable flesh begins to build more and more beneath my fingers.
At the same time, I watch in horror as 'Crew Cut's' hoodie slowly begins to deflate. Their own hands fly up to their chest as they begin to paw at their massive rack through the multiple layers of fabric. A look of shock spreads across their face as the huge fatty shelf begins to recede further and further. Their shock slowly gives way to a grin as their pawing grows more vigorous, their clothes hanging loosely without the heaving chest to keep them up.
Inversely, my chest rapidly and painfully begins to balloon outwards. I'm forced to lean forwards as the weight begins to build, the soft squish flesh pushing out between my fingers before forcing my hands further and further away from me. My lips begin to quiver as I stare down my shirt, the soft fabric tenting outwards as my chest turns into a perky wobbling shelf of fatty flesh.
They seem positively massive, my hands completely failing to contain the jiggling masses as they fill the bottom of my vision. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel a pleasurable shock rush through my chest as a pair of thick eraser-like nipples begin to form and press into my palms.
Slowly I let go of my chest, wincing as I feel their unrestrained weight for the first time. Much to my horror they fail to sag all that much, instead simply bouncing perkily just beneath my field of view. Reaching for my collar I tug my shirt up, gagging a little at the sight. While I had gained a new pair of breasts my body hair had not really changed in the slightest, a relatively thick coat of hair runs down between my new cleavage and over the fatty orbs in a strange and off-putting manner.
Looking back up I see 'Crew Cut', now completely flat-chested and smiling from ear to ear. They look around as if to find the source of their recent boon before our eyes finally meet. A look of shock spreads over their face before suddenly the music returns to the room, the crowds of people returning to motion as the party returns to normal.
I quickly lose sight of my new chest's real owner behind the ever-shifting wall of college students.
"I wish I had my chest back" I think, panicking as my eyes scan the room and occasionally dart down to my aching heavy chest.
However, despite how many times I think the words nothing happens. My stomach turns and I feel like I'm about to throw up as I finally catch something in the distance, the sight of the double doors to the exterior swinging open.
"They're leaving!" I realize, taking my first steps towards the exit with my newly enlarged chest. I groan with the first heavy footfall, feeling the perky mounds bouncing about in an unrestrained fashion beneath my shirt as my engorged nipples poke through the fabric of my top.
Wincing in pain and discomfort I begin to try to navigate the crowd. However, the mass of people is just too dense for someone my size, both in height and now in bust, to quickly get through.
Looking around for some way of getting to the exit I see the tiny Latina darting between people on the crowded dance floor, ducking and dashing past these around her with ease.
"God damn it, I wish I could get through the crowd like that" I think angrily, my expression dropping as I realize what had just gone through my head.
The music cuts out for the third time that night, a sharp squeal echoing out through the hall as the Latina gets pinned between several motionless people.
"What the FUCK!" she shouts, writhing in an effort to free herself from the improvised pen she had found herself in.
"No...no no no..." I mutter, whimpering and on the verge of tears as my hand positively burns at this point. I hadn't even had any time to recover from my last set of changes, my palm growing numb from the searing heat as the clock hands move yet again.
"Who...who's fucking saying that?!" blurts out the short-stack. "What's happening? Get me...Outta here!" she grunts, throwing herself against one of the frozen people and bouncing off painfully.
Before I can respond a loud crackling noise begins to build in the room, my arms and legs aching with each loud and painful crunch reverberating through my body.
"ARGH!" howls the Latina, obviously going through the same sensations. "What the...Ouch...Fucking Ouch ouch ouch!" she continues closing her eyes and clutching at her arms.
I stare at her in horror, watching as she begins to grow at a disproportionate rate. Her arms begin to elongate, remaining their stick-like selves for a while before slightly fleshing out to normalize her changes. They hang down low, causing her to hunch over before she suddenly arches her back. A groan of pain emerges from her as her back begins to convulse, her torso growing taller and wider as her short slight curves convert into those proportionate for a 6'3" person. Before long she looks downright silly, her unchanged legs now supporting the upper body of a tall albeit flat chested young woman.
Her breath is short and sharp, the tight PVC dress she is wearing painfully digging into her new upper body. After a few moments the shiny material begins to take on a water-like quality, shifting around her before reforming into the same dress just of a newly appropriate size.
Her changes pause for a minute as mine pick up, a yelp of surprise and pain escaping my lips as my arms grow shorter crunch by painful crunch. They appear to grow chubbier, yet the little fat I had on my long and lanky limbs building up as I lose inch after inch of wingspan. As the weight in my arms begins to diminish, making my once long limbs simply a short version of their old selves, I too begin to shake and howl in pain when my torso begins to contract. I feel like I'm being crush, my ribs buckling and spine shifting as I'm forced down and out of my 6'3" frame. My newly enlarged chest appears to shrink, much to my own delight, though it only does so just to be as large relative to my new height.
"What...the..." mutters the Latina before suddenly getting cut off, her eyes easing open as she marvels at her long slender arms. With a lurch she rockets upwards, her stumpy legs popping loudly as she begins to tower over the people around her thanks in part to her massively resized boots.
On the flip side I find myself rapidly approaching the floor with the same wince-inducing pops, soon leaving me standing at around 5'0" as I stare up at the towering Latina.
"Oh...this is..." she mutters, shaking her relatively enlarged curves excitedly and running her hands over her taller body. "Exciting" she exclaims, chewing at her lower lip as her arousal builds at the thoughts of what she could do with a body like this.
Her eyes fall onto me, finally noticing my shrunken form as she looks over the people trapping her in. "Oh, hey there little...dude?" she chuckles, watching as my baggy shirt and jeans tighten up around me and my relatively new chest.
"Hey! Stay...Stay there" I shout, my voice shaking and full of fear "I can fix this".
"Fix this? Nah!" she says back, grinning at the sight of her towering form and running her hands through her side-shave. "I'm going to enjoy the hell out of..." she begins to explain, her voice getting cut off by the music as it suddenly returns.
Blinking rapidly as I shake off the shock I watch as the Latina pushes her way out of my line of sight, fading back into the mass of the dance floor.
"Wait!" I hiss, stumbling forwards as I struggle to get a handle on my new shrunken stride. My breasts heave and bounce painfully as I try to race back out to the dance floor, darting and weaving between people as my chest tugs and pulls against me with each twist and turn.
Tears fill my eyes as I struggle to find the girl with my height, a mixture of despair and pain making me want to weep. I can't see over anyone, forcing me to essentially search for her person by person in the roiling mass of students around me.
"I...I'll never find her like...this" I think to myself, looking down at my tiny busty form.
Walking back to the outskirts of the room my eyes go wide, an idea hitting me as I see the makings of a new plan.
"The stairs!" I mentally exclaim excitedly, racing over to the internal stairs as I clutch at my chest in an effort to cut down on the painful jiggling. "Alright..I'll get up the stairs, I'll look out for that girl and...and I'll wish for it back...yeah" I plan, reaching the stairs and climbing partway up.
I'm forced to stand on my tiptoes to look over the railing, causing me to huff in frustration as I meet yet another impediment caused by my new size. Looking out I scan the dance floor, a grin spreading across my lips as I see her grinding between an athletic shirtless man and a busty young woman who appears to only be wearing a bra and shorts.
"I wish for my height back" I mutter, glaring at the now towering Latina. However, even after a few seconds nothing happens. The music continues to blast out and the crowd continues to move.
"I...I wish I had that Latina girl's height" I hiss, my heart beating a mile a minute as I stare down in horror. Yet again nothing happens, not burning in my palm or crushing pain throughout my body.
Swallowing hard I race up the stairs, needing some space to think. I clutch at my soft supple chest, my breath growing ragged as the panic sets in.
"This...this can't be happening" I think to myself, reaching to almost silent library landing. "Why can't I swap back? Is it...is it one way...am I stuck like..." I mutter, trailing off into a whimper.
As I stand in the dimly lit room, proding my engorged chest and shivering in the space between the start of the 'makeout' cubicles and the stairs, I hear someone approaching me from behind. Suddenly there is a tap on my shoulder, causing me to spin around and look up at...
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