My whole body feels like it is pulsing, each throb twisting me in some new way beneath my skin. Looking up I catch my reflection in the TV screen, the dark glass allowing me to watch in terror as I shift into a bottom-heavy pear-shaped woman somewhat shorter than me.
I grit my teeth as the low throb shifts in more of a squeezing sensation, most of my body suddenly becoming racked with a binding or constricting feeling. My arms and legs crunch loudly, the bones and muscles being pressed and shifted violently towards my torso.
I watch as my large masculine hands twitch and shake, shrinking down into a pair of delicate and slender mitts resting at the end of a relatively shorter set of arms that appeared to lack any form of defined muscles in lieu of supple and slight feminine fat.
I watch as the bundles of material glide up my arms and into my chest, my torso gurgling as the muddled mixture of bone, fat, and muscle despite itself and strains against the force pressing in around me.
My legs follow along with my arms, though they are largely hidden beneath my partially pulled-down jeans, squeezing to shorten their length but also to trim them down. However, the heavy masses of fat and muscle cease their movement as they reach my thighs and rear, the area feeling relatively relaxed compared to the rest of my shifting form.
My jaw clicks and my vision blurs for a moment as my face shudders, the bones inside along with my skull shifting achingly as some unseen force readjusts my features and proportions to fit with the of my rapidly diminishing form.
As I feel the pressure in my arms and legs ease up the weight around my torso Ramos up. It's as though my body is a tube of toothpaste, the unknown force pressing against me as the paste inside yields and shifts about. I groan in discomfort as the now hairless skin on my chest grows taut, a budding set of breasts straining my flesh as tiny despots of fat build beneath.
For a moment I'm thankful as the small mounds in my chest stop their growth almost as suddenly as they started, the pert little breasts barely being an A-cup and certainly not needing anything in way of support. However, my thanks soon give ways to horror as I feel the squeezing shift lower and lower.
The built-up material passes by my waist, my bottom ribs tapering in slightly to give a little more of a narrow midsection, before reaching my hips and ballooning out. I yelp and huff in discomfort as I feel bones shift beneath my recently branded skin, my flesh growing tighter and tighter as my pelvis extends further and further out.
My legs are soon squeezed as well, the flab and muscle within separating from the bone as the soft material binds to my thighs and rear. Slight stretch marks build around my plump thigh and wide hips, the skin straining more and more as the collective excess mass of my body is rapidly deposited and molded to my growing lower body.
I soon find myself rising in my seat, a cushiony mass building beneath me as I'm forced to pull my jeans down even further. The denim digs into my thighs, the skinny male cut of my jeans failing me as my lower half twists into an undoubtedly feminine shape.
My phone buzzes, a notification popping up on the pinkish-purple screen as I feel a stomach-churning sensation build in my groin.
Size: Large
Stored Sexual Payload: Medium
Trade-in Value: 8 Succu-Bux As my eyes dart over the screen I feel my cock slam into my pelvis, the soft fleshy appendage practically flattening against my groin. The skin rapidly blends together, the sensitive head and the nerves within condensing down to a slight hooded nub.
My balls appear to empty, the cum inside evaporating to parts unknown as the sack is tugged inside of me painfully. The gap within my widened pelvis is soon filled, a new set of organs worming their way inside of me and flowering into a functional womb and right little pussy. The hair in the area remains unchanged for the most part, the untrimmed hairs seeming to cover more area without the large protrusions on the way.
In the shadow of my jeans I watch as my black boxers seem to shimmer slightly, wavering in the darkened space like a mirage. The short thigh-hugging legs shift and disappear, the simple pair of male underwear quickly converting to a pair of basic black panties before my very eyes.
My jeans soon follow suit, the legs riding up to match my new height while the waist and leg adjusted to fit my new physique even slightly better.
Almost as soon as it all began the terrible pressure leaves me. I slump back into my sofa, panting heavily as I feel the teeny tiny weight on my chest rise and fall with my ragged breath.
"What..." I begin to huff, blinking rapidly as I clear my vision of years and sweat. My words falter however as I hear my voice, it is all too familiar yet undoubtedly feminine. The deeper, yet still far too high-pitched, tone evokes images of a butch young woman or a tomboy in my mind.
I strain for a moment to heave myself forward, my aching frame slouching as I brace myself on my plump exposed thighs. I whimper as I feel my fingers sink into the pliant flabby flesh, the feeling of the soft sensitive skin beneath my slender fingers leaving me slack-jawed and shivering.
"This... This can't..." I croak, coughing as though to clear whatever was stuck in my throat to make me sound so feminine. My eyes roam over my lower body, the sight of my hairy pussy nestled between my thick thighs as they squish together. Beneath me I stare at the sight of my large behind pool out around my hips, the soft flabby cheeks yielding and deform under my body weight.
As I shift in my seat my head snaps up, looking up at the TV screen across from me as I catch my moving reflection.
Staring back at me is a familiar yet horrifically unfamiliar sight. The young woman appears to be in her late twenties, her frame pale and skinny aside from her thick and fatty lower half. Her chest is pitiful, especially in comparison to the rest of her assets, not even showing through the loose t-shirt she was wearing.
The familiarity of her frame suddenly hits me, her build matching my own mother's far too much for my liking. The older woman had always struggled with being bottom-heavy and lacking anything up top, her sister having joking called them 'barely b's' all her life. This young woman seemed like some missing daughter of my mother's, a long-lost sister come to life.
Her face leaves me wincing, my thin lips quivering as I stare into my bright blue eyes in the reflection. Her face is much like my own, having only been slightly softened and finished to match her shrunken frame. She is boyish to a large degree, her softer jawline and cheeks not going far enough to hide my previously masculine features.
I lurch to my feet, groaning and wheezing as I feel my weakened muscles struggle to pull my heaving rear from my indented sofa cushions. The thick flab ripples and jiggles as I stand up, the bulbous ass behind me shifting as my wide hips cream and pop post extension.
Comparing myself to the rest of my apartment I still feel rather tall, probably around 5'8" compared to my formerly 6'4" form. Nothing much has changed around my home, at least not at a surface level, with my games and books still on display like nothing was different. Twisting to look at the front door I notice the same boots and sneakers I always wore resting on the small wire rack, though their size was now far smaller than I was used to.
I jump with a start as I hear my phone begin to chime, a cute little jingle playing as the Succu-Bux app starts up proper. The little purple-haired demoness flutters onto the screen, her soft and sensual voice calling out from the phone.
"Welcome to Succu-Bux, I'm Lili" she chirps, waving a hand to the logo behind her. "You're one step closer to the fame, fortune, and fornication you desire. Before we begin, let's take a tour of the app so you know where everything is."
The background suddenly shifts to show the same shop screen I had seen on start-up, the menus reordered to fit some new default scheme.
"This is the shop" Lili explains, scrolling up and down the window with a wave of her animated hand. "This is where you'll spend your hard-earned Succu-Bux on all sorts of wonderful prizes."
Scrolling to the top she paused on a list of physical traits, ranging from height and weight to waist dimensions and selecting new erogenous zones.
"Here you can by changes to your physical form, fairly mundane changes that you might be able to expect to see in anyone for the most part" Lili states, shrugging her little shoulders at the mundanity of the alterations available. "These come on small incremental changes or big bulk purchases, but remember that changing reality to match these changes will cost you so try to be discreet."
She quickly begins to scroll down, flicking past the bulk changes like full facial remodeling and changes to hair color.
"I..." I blurt out, reaching over to snatch up the phone. "How do I... I need to turn..." I whimper, close to blubbering as I try to search the app for a way back.
As my thumb hits the screen I watch as Lili darts to the side, the tiny devil squealing at the suddenness of my actions before pouting at me through the screen.
"Ma'am..." She huffs, tapping at the glass from the other side to get my attention. "Please wait until the tour is over, then you can make your first changes."
"I'm not..." I practically spit out in anger, freezing up as I realize that the animated devil was speaking to me. "Are...How..."
The tiny sprite on-screen waves her hand again, scrolling the page down to another section. Various options line the screen, ranging from sexuality to removing or adding links.
"Here is where you can fiddle with your mind" Lili explains, once again returning to a rather plain and almost pre-recorded diction. Her simple yet professional tone shifts as she winks towards me, her little hand pointing to sexuality. "You may want to purchase one of these or two, new lesbians like you don't have the same earning potential as..."
"I'm not a..." I bark, my low rough yet feminine voice coming out in a growl as I clutch at the phone with both hands. "Change me ba..."
"Please leave all queries until after the tour" Lili chirps brightly, waving her hand as the menu scrolls down once again.
My eyes go wide at the page, my gaze slipping past the items labeled various kinds of 'Reality Shift' and towards the large and varied options of cash sitting beneath. The money varies in amount, ranging from $10 to $100,000 in multiples of ten with slight discounts on larger and larger sums.
"Here you can lock in your changes with an Automatic Reality Shift" Lili explains, gesturing to the option. "The world around you will adapt to make your changes seem normal. Don't worry, we have already applied it to your tomboy-self so there is no need to purchase it again" Lili states with a chuckle, seemingly enjoying poking fun at my changes.
"Stop calling me..." I whimper, taking a step forwards as I feel my overly generous hips and rear sway and jiggle disorientingly.
"If you want a more specific change you can purchase a Selective Reality Shift" Lili chuckles, pointing at the second option. "Just tell us what you desire in your life and we'll give you a price based on how much it'll take to make real."
I begin to open my mouth only for Lili to shush me down.
"No, you can ask for your cock back" she huffs, rolling her giant anime eyes. "We've already paid you for it, and you're far more useful as you are" Lili chuckles, biting her lip as she appears to look down at my lower body. "Much better earner with that... Thank your genetics you don't need to spend to improve..."
My face burns with a combination of embarrassment and anger as I reach down, covering my hairy pussy with my petite hand as best I can.
"Speaking of earning..." Lili chortles, pointing down to the money sections. "Here you can trade your Succu-Bux for cold haaaaard cash" she coos, her voice oozing with sexual energy as she describes the money. "These will all be windfalls, reality-bending to make it so you either found it won the money at some point to avoid arousing suspicion."
The tiny devil soon scrolls down to one last section, each item covered in various ridiculous names from Carnal Chameleon to Eyes of the Ball-Holder. "Here is my favorite part" coos an overly excited Lili before returning to a professional demeanor. "Here you can purchase magical and unique enhancements beyond the realm of mere mortals. From telepathically reading the sexual fantasies of your target, to having full control over your fertility or even being able to tell how much Succu-Bux an individual may be worth to you."
A sly smile curls across her lips as she brings up the Succu-Bux, her large eyes with heart-shaped pupils dilating at the thought. The screen shifts, two windows popping up with one being pink and the other blue.
"Speaking of your currency, you're probably wondering how you earn it" Lili says with a grin. Her hand taps the pink box, the words ''Orgasm, Cumless" filling the field. "For a good gay girl like yourself you'll find your Succu-Bux lacking unfortunately" she explains with a shrug, "without the necessary 'seed' you'll only earn a single Succu-Bux per encounter... Without any modifiers of course."
"Modi..." I mutter, my mind reeling as I try to take it all in.
"If you manage to get some delicious cum from your encounter, well that's worth far more" she chirps, her tongue running along her lips hungrily. She taps the blue box, the words 'Thick Sticky Cum' "That stuff is 'loaded' with energy, though you'll need to take it inside of you somehow to earn the 3 Succu-Bux from any given encounter."
She paused for a moment, her apparently not quite digital mind ticking over as she tries to grapple with something. "Oh, right! Modifiers" she squeaks, shifting in and out of her sultry and professional persona. "You'll earn more based on how 'charged' the encounter is. An awkward handjob in a quiet home is worth way less than jacking off two strangers on a busy street."
There is a lull in the air as Lili seems to finish her presentation, the tiny animated devil giving me an expectant look. My mouth just hangs open, the gravity of the situation sinking in.
"So... Any questions?... Or?..." Lili asks, waving her hand in a 'hurry up' fashion.
"Change me... How do I change back to..." I wheeze, trembling as the cold air caresses my exposed lower body and paints a mental picture of my expansive childbearing hips and juicy rear.
"You don't" Lili huffs, rolling her eyes once more. "You agreed to help us collect energy this way, if you wanted your cock and all the rest your heart desires you should have signed up for Incu-Bux... Oh wait, that doesn't exist" she chortles, finding the idea of those horn dogs doing anything clever like this hilarious.
"But... But..." I whine, my eyes darting around at the app and the extremely familiar home that my female self apparently lived in
"We'll be pairing you up with your own Succubus soon" Lili explains with a sigh, clicking her tongue at my pathetic response. "Once we float around your contract to them I'm sure one will want to pair up with a big strong man like yourself. Maybe you'll convince her to change you back" Lili laughs, her digital eyes filling with tears as she collapses into a giggling mess.
Her cackling seems endless, the tiny devil lost to her own amusement as she rolls around the screen.
"I...I..." She wheezes, taking massive breaths in an effort to calm down. "I need a... a break... If you... you need anything just... just..." Lili huffs, howling with laughter once again as she seems to shrink down. Before long she appears to shift to the top corner of the screen, a little winking devil face forming a cute little icon on the left-hand side.
All of a sudden I'm left in my apartment seemingly alone, the sudden lack of the cackling voice of my unwanted digital guest making the room seem far more empty than it had just this morning.
With tears forming in my eyes I stumble forward, staggering as I struggle to adapt to the feminine sway and rocking my hips demand I walk with. My thighs grind together, a faint chaffing feeling forming as the reality shift for my plump lower half seeps into my body.
My eyes dart around the room, a variety of thoughts ripping through me as to what I was to do next.
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