Twisted Testing - Part Four

Letting out a sigh of relief I ease back into the seat, my feet kicking in the air absentmindedly as I sink deeper and deeper into the plush and well worn cushions. Through the pounding in my skull I try to think about my next steps, my gaze shifting down the my shrunken body before returning to my phone as I bring up my banking app.

With a quick confirmation of the new deposit I turn off the screen, my shoulders rolling a little as I test and enjoy the freshly reformed joints.

"Okay... first things first... I'm going to need some clothes that actually fit... this..." I grumble, looking down at my drastically shrunken yet remarkably curvy and overtly feminine body.

Sitting up I groan a little, feeling the heavy weight on my chest sag as my skin is pulled taut by the soft flabby mounds. Using my left arm I let the head sized rack rest on the delicate and slender limb, finding a pleasant relief as I slowly glance around the room in search of something to wear.

Wracking my brain I struggle to really think of anything that would really fit me, my thoughts turning momentarily to my sweaters before I let out a little sigh. "I'll just wear the stupid shirt..." I grumble, standing up and feeling the air ruff up between my legs and against my exposed mound.

Shuddering at the sensation, my heart pounding at the thought of going outside without pants let alone underwear I quickly shake the thought from my head.

"It'll be quick... really quick..." I huff, snatching up my keys and my wallet as I stumble over to the front door.  

Twisted Testing - Part Three

"Okay..." I mutter, sealing the bottle before placing it in the back of a draw for safe keeping. "... That's done... now..." I weakly croak, my voice catching as I grab the identical container in all but label that had come along in the package.

Rattling the bottle a bit I feel the large pill jostle and shake around, another confirmation that there was only a single pill inside. Swallowing hard I pop the cap, holding out my hand as I shake the pill out.

Watching as the contents roll out I find myself staring at the Pink Pill, my pulse spiking as I realize womanhood is in my future. My stomach quickly begins to twist itself into knots, a sinking feeling soon follows as I squeeze my thighs around the flaccid organ resting between them.

"God damn it..." I huff, taking a long exhale in an effort to calm myself down. "I mean... I knew what I was going into..." I mutter, putting the empty bottle back down before shuffling off towards the living room.

"... But this is still..." I sigh, dropping into my well-loved and threadbare green sofa with a thud. "... Going to be weird..."

Twisted Testing - Part Two

Slumping forward I slowly crane my neck back up, my eyes falling on the grinning visage of the woman on the screen.

"I guess... when do we start?' I ask, the woman quickly responding with a giddy clap.

"Today!" she chirps, her whole body leaning forward as she begins to type and click at her computer. "I will have one of our couriers come to your apartment in the next hour or two.. Oh this is so exciting! Thank you Mr Hughes, I promise you won't regret this. Let me just..."

"Okay but what are you sending me?" I grumble, my lips pursed as I feel my stomach begin to sink.

"Oh... right..." the woman remarks, her eyes going wide as she realizes that she had just completely skipped over that part. "I was thinking we would get you to try X-Change Co-Ed, a pill designed to give you the body of an eighteen to twenty-two year old."

With a few more taps at the keyboard and a click of her mouse the woman beams a grin from ear to ear. Moments later my phone begins to buzz, rattling its way across the coffee tab briefly as it tries to alert me to a message.

"Done" the woman coos, her hazel eyes returning to look my way as I lean over to read the message on my dimming phone.

'Your Order 'IT-0001785" is on its way'

Twisted Testing - Part One

"Once again..." the soft spoken woman on the monitor coos, pausing for a moment just to take a sip of water as she quickly mutes and un-mutes her microphone. "...We cannot thank you enough for your interest in our program Mr Hughes" she continues, adjusting her dark framed glasses before sliding a lock of black hair behind her pale pierced ear.

I squirm a little in my seat, my hands clammy and my heart fluttering nervously as I stare down at the woman on my laptop's screen. Clearing my throat I begin to speak, my gaze darting to my own image in the teleconferencing window as I make sure I look presentable.

"It's alright, I just wasn't expec..." I begin to chirp back, the dark haired woman soon cutting me off as is want to occur when talking over the internet.

"It's just that..." she begins pausing as she jumps a little. "Oh, my apologies Mr Hughes. I was just wanting to say we don't normally get people seeking employment as a tester with your sort of education."

"Like I said, it's alright" I say back, rubbing the back of my neck. "I figured that might be why you asked for a call. I received the offer just fine, but... well..." I mutter, trailing off as I stare over at the formal notice sitting beside the computer on the coffee table, the subject line still sending chills up my spine.

'Welcome to the X-Change Family'

Character Recreation - Part Four

Standing in shock I'm only broken from my stunned silence as a soft chime comes from the laptop as a nearby phone begins to buzz, on both screens the same remainder popping up.

'9:30 - Pump' 

My heart skips a beat before it begins to hammer even harder, the aching in my chest and the slowly building wet patch in my robe screaming at me for attention and release. With a sharp hiss the coffee machine begins to release a dribble of dark aromatic coffee, the sound of the pressure release causing my to jump as I feel my soft squishy body jiggle with the sudden movement.

Behind me seems to have been the lion share of the kitchen, with an over and stove top surrounded by marble countertops lined with various appliances and conveniences. A chill runs up my spine as I spot a drying series of plastic parts, the small bottles along with the shield and plastic tubes.

Beside the mess of tubes and pump parts sit an appliance made of clear and black plastic, the inside containing a series of small bottles standing upright and cleaned to perfection.

"Shit..." I croak, my hand reaching up as I feel my breasts through the thick white plush robe. While the warm fabric yields under my touch the sagging mound beneath feels almost painfully tight and full, the heavy hanging weight having grown more so as something rather obvious had built up inside it.

Character Recreation - Part Three

Seconds away from losing consciousness I feel my whole body lurch, the sensation gripping me being almost concerning similar to when one 'falls' while laying in bed. I'm forced to close my eyes as the light rushes back to meet me, the suddenly burst of speed making it impossible to adjust to the blinding rays.

With a dull thud I feel myself suddenly come to rest, the lurching and fall backwards and forwards suddenly vanishing almost as soon as it had appeared. With my eyes still closed I slowly let them flutter open only to find myself leaning on a large marble kitchen island as the loud sound of grinding coffee and scent of freshly cooked breakfast assault my senses, a heavy fluffy wool robe hanging around me and cinching in loosely around my soft squishy waist and aching chest as it fights back the morning chill.

My legs shake and my lower back aches as I hunch forward, an immense pendulous weight on my chest dragging me forward. Wiry and sweaty hair dangles around my face, the messy brown strands obscuring my view as my eyes struggle to focus.

Exhaling sharply I grasp the edge of the counter top tightly, a metal band around my left ring finger clattering against the cool stone as my heart pounds violently in my chest.

Character Recreation - Part Two

"Huh..." I mutter to myself, my heart catching in my throat as I look at the roughly categorized representation of my life fill out on the screen. More filters in lower in the window, however, my gaze remains stuck on the first few options. "... Difficulty?" I coo softly, tapping at the keys as I navigate the blinking cursor up to the [Normal] option.

As I try to delete it the option itself merely begins to blink as if selected, the whole form shifting and editing itself as I tap up and down through the options. From [Very Easy] [-50] to [Insane] [+50] it quickly becomes obvious just how much of a change each would bring.

"Those are... they're the same as the whole total up top!" I croak, realizing that changing to even an [Easy] [-25] life would take some sacrifices down the line.

Still, my heart races at the thought and my lips curl into a wicked grin. This was simply too intriguing to pass up, my mind wheeling as I try to think of what I could safely edit and change.

"Let's just see... what we have..."

Character Recreation - Part One

Leaning back into the sofa I watch as my laptop whirs and whines, the fans spinning at such a rate it almost doubles as a space heater. It can't be good for the damn thing, the old gaming laptop having grown uncomfortably warm to the touch for the better part of an hour.

The Command Line whizzes past in a flurry of white text, the code flying by as a blur while whatever I had downloaded compiled itself.

"If it's a virus..." I sigh, rolling my head back as I stare for a moment at the ceiling. "Well I'll just reformat. Shame to lose everything on the drives but..." I muse, my blabbering slowing to a halt as the Command Line window vanishes and quickly re-appears.

The new window slowly churns out a set of blocky ASCII art, the separated lines forming what almost looks like some kind of form. Despite the lack of compiling the computer continues to grow warmer and louder, the fans only slowing once the form begins to finish filling itself out.

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[Character Creator] 

[ Name: Jordan Hughes ]                                                [ Points: -50 ]

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Making it with the Medallion - Part Six

"Okay... okay..." I pant, taking a series of deep breaths as I get the car started. "Step one, I need to get out of here. This girl was a cheerleader, at least in college so... somewhere without a local college I guess..."

As I carefully reverse out of the parking lot I strain to get a sense of the steering wheel, my dainty fingers fumbling with the thick plastic ring as I'm forced to relearn to drive or at least how the damn thing handles with this new body.

"... Donovan Ranges were always nice this time of year..." I muse, nibbling my lip as I slowly pull out into the quiet suburban street before mentally mapping out the quickest way to the highway. "Small towns... plenty of people coming and going for hikes and camping and..." I continue, biting down hard as I squeeze my thighs together and relish the sensation of athleticism and fitness that I had lacked for over a decade at this point.

"... and I suppose I could enjoy the exercise too" I laugh, my voice coming out in a cutesy giggle as I finally get onto a main road and on the way out of the city as a whole.

Making it with the Medallion - Part Five

With a deep breath I begin to eye up the clothes on the floor, my heart hammering in my chest and ringing in my ears as I try to plan out my next steps.

"Okay... tough choice..." I huff, biting down firmly on the inside of my cheek as I try to piece together my thoughts. "I still have the car... for now..." I muse, realizing just how much I would be losing in this exchange. "No ID... no education... going to the bank is going to be..." I continue, patting at my pocket as I think about how managing things was going to be far harder than before.

A smile slowly forms on my lips as I squeeze my wallet, my mind turning to the cash scattered through the boxes in my back seat.

"I guess that cash is going into the mattress for a bit" I giggle, bouncing a little in excitement as I feel my heaving bust and plump rear jiggle along with the movement. "Though I guess $250,000 is more of a mattress in an of itself..."

Running my tongue across my plump lips I glance over the clothes scattered around the room, my gaze drifting to my own oversized outfit as I slowly begin to formulate my plan.

"Well..." I mutter, reaching for the stretchy set of shorts that made up part of a cheer uniform. As I grab the medallion for a brief moment I feel my whole body shudder as a static buzz crawls across my skin. "... This should have some options" I wheeze, my voice pitching up from what was once rich and full to a soft bubbly coo.

Making it with the Medallion - Part Four

"Okay..." I mutter, taking a mental note as I lean in to the mirror and look over my delicate lightly tan face. "Tall young woman... at least I could use some of my clothes I guess..." I muse, reaching over to the medallion as I grab it along with another item of clothing with baited breath.

"But what else..." I continue, my heart racing as the static charge rapidly shoots up my arm. "... Could I be..." 

As my grab the medallion I reach over to a bundle of stretch elastic beige fabric, the breathable material brushing against my long and delicate fingers. In an instant I feel my skin begin to burn, the light tan growing more and more pronounced by the second as the pale streaks on my shoulder rapidly vanish while the paleness below my waist heightens to a ghostly level.

My hips pop loudly, the pelvis rapidly flaring out as the waist band of my sweat pants stretch and side up and over the growing mass in my lower body. I can practically hear my thighs and ass gargle as soft squish fat pools into them, the taut skin fighting to contain the juicy flab and hold it in a delightfully plump and perky state.

As I hold up my t-shirt I watch as the defined abdominals vanish into a slim tan belly, my waist soon cinching in tightly as the air is forced from my lungs. My chest bubbles and grows, the fatty mounds growing more prominent as they push out at the dyed blue cotton before sagging just ever so slightly.

 I watch as the once delicate and slight youthful face in the mirror rounds out slightly, her cheeks growing more full and flushing as my eyes shift to a muddled hazel and grow to a delightful doe-like stare. My lips plump up, the pink cushions growing soft and enticing while the dark shoulder length hair curls slightly as it shifts to an auburn hue and rapidly descends down to my lower back.

Making it with the Medallion - Part Three

As I carefully navigate the narrow city streets I turn my mind to the plan once again, my options having been narrowed down slightly after having completed my spur of the moment heist.

I simply wasn't going to be able to return to the apartment, not even temporarily to borrow someone else's life for a bit. I couldn't risk it, not with what I had just done. With my thoughts turning back to what I had done I quickly snatch up the medallion and grab the purse, tossing the black bag from the car as I turn down a side street as I clutch the medallion to my sagging chest.

"Okay..." I croak, wincing as I listen to the raspy feminine voice slip from my thin dry lips. "I need a better body than..." I mutter, shuddering s I glance down at my elderly form for but a moment. "... This"

Pulling the car over I quickly take my phone from my pocket, my withered delicate fingers tapping loudly and slowly at the screen as I begin to look something up.

"I'm going to need to find a decent thrift store nearby. I mean between the city, airport and the university nearby there are plenty of people ditching old clothes that can work as a new body"

Making it with the Medallion - Part Two

My eyes go wide as I move to touch the face of the ancient necklace, my hand quickly retreating as I remember just what this was meant to be and what it could be capable of.

Taking a deep breath I try to focus, my thoughts turning from the pounding rhythm of my heart to the plan I had been cooking up for the past few days.

"Okay..." I sigh, trying to calm myself down through the haze of caffeine and excitement. "It's time to..." I mutter, my mind torn between the sheer scale of the options the medallion had just opened up for me.

Taking the last of my boxes into my arms, the grasp I hold on the medallion suring up to the point my knuckles practically glow white, I slowly begin to trudge out of the apartment and towards my car turned temporary home-to-be and storage unit.

There wasn't much left when all was said and done, mostly just books and old sentimental items along with the games I had collected for years that I had been unable to bring myself to sell. I listening to the jostling of old game cartridges as I reach the stairs, the sound of plastic clattering against plastic soon, giving way to the low rumble of the washing machines and dryers.

Making it with the Medallion - Part One

My heavy footfalls thud against the old wooden floorboards of my apartment, my constant pacing only being broken up as the steps occasionally fall upon the old worn carpet in the center of the living room.

My hands clasp a large mug of dark steaming coffee. My fourth of the day, the sheer amount of caffeine likely being the cause or at least heightening my anxiety as I struggle to to spill the overfilled mug in my shaking grasp.

Bringing the cup to my mouth I gulp down a searing mouthful, a gasp for air soon following from my lips as I feel the coffee burn my throat. My eyes begin to water as I swallow again, desperate to get the coffee down as I feel it snake down into my stomach.

Blinking rapidly I try to clear the tears from my eyes, my gaze falling to my coffee table as my vision clears only to leave me staring at the letter sitting pride of place at the center of the table.

 Notice of Eviction

Dear Mr Hughes, due to defaults with regards to your rent we regret inform... 

 

Before I can read any further or relive the terror that had gripped me when I had received the letter a loud knocking echos through the apartment. My heart flutters and my eyes go wide, my head whipping around as I mutter to myself.

"It's here..." 

Changing Clothes - Part Five

With another yank I'm tugged forward, the goth girl quickly nudging the now oversized shoes towards me as I stumble into them. Clothes from the pile scatter across my floor as I'm pulled and yanked towards the door and the corridor beyond.

"Come on..." Gracie huffs, her hand release my arm before grabbing my own sweaty palm. "I am not starting my shift late again..."

As I'm dragged out the door I manage to grab A handful of the strange sealed clothing, my fingers finding purchase on various bulging packages. My fingers dig into several of the pink plastic bags, the fabric inside each yielding as I tighten my grip around them.

One after another tumble from my grasp, my stomach sinking as the sight of the packages bouncing off the hardwood floor before I quickly bring the remaining three packages to my heavily sagging chest as I clutch the packages as tightly as I can.

The sound of jingling keys ring in my ear as Gracie snatches my apartment keys from a small hook by the door, the goth pausing for a moment as she glances down at the shoes on the floor.

"Come on!" she snaps, kicking one of the sneakers as it bounces off my foot. "Do I have to do everything for you?"

Changing Clothes - Part Four

"Oh my..." I wheeze, my voice coming out in a sweet yet husky croak as I feel my chin wiggle slightly. With each wheezing breath I feel my chest rise and fall, the mammoth weights rubbing uncomfortably inside the woolen sweater with each clawing gasp. My belly and waist fare little better, the deep inhalations causing me to feel the pile of flab stretching the skin around my abdomen and hips.

Fidgeting with the sweater I soon find the hem hanging around my mid-thigh, the oversized sweater seemingly acting as a sort of cozy 'while-at-home' dress. Titling my head slightly, a cascade of light brown extremely blurry strands falling into my field of view, I spot the glasses on the sofa and worse yet the large and wide panties resting on the floor.

My head spins, my heart racing at an uncomfortable rate as I part my plump lips. My soft rounded cheeks burn hot with a sense of embarrassment as I lay splayed on the floor, the sensation only growing worse as I feel my thick thighs press against each other with the usual obstruction between my legs failing to make any sort of appearance.

Flailing slightly in the clothing pile I try to get a grip on this new body, my mind racing with dozens of trains of thought all at once as I try to work out what I should do. 

Suddenly, I am broken from my desperate and panicked thoughts as Gracie barges her way into the room with a frustrated scowl across her face.

New Nuts November - Part One

The world around me feels off as I lay in my bed, a dull sense of grogginess gripping me as I find myself struggling to remember how I had gotten here. Looking around I try to make out the walls of the room, the blurring shadows failing to really form into anything cohesive before my mind is quickly taken elsewhere.

Something clutches at my bare thigh beneath the sheets, my head whipping back around as I spot a shifting shape beneath the sheets. Had that been there before? I could have sworn I would have seen something.

My questioning thoughts are cut short suddenly as a soft moaning giggle echos up from beneath the muffling sheets, the hand on my thigh suddenly being joined by another reaching up to grasp my already rock hard and throbbing cock.

"So fucking big..." moans a soft feminine voice, the mass shifting as I feel someone straddle my legs as the sheets rise up. Long hair softly traipses over my exposed skin, the thick silken locks soon massing around my groin as the woman adjusts herself to be inches away from my dick.

Her breath is intoxicating, the warm exhales leaving my body shuddering as it teases the yearning pre-cum slicked head of my cock. As she slowly lays down I feel a set of warm and perfectly soft tits come to rest against my thighs, my hand inching down under the blanket in search of the woman as I blindly flail about.

As I feel my fingers draw near the woman suddenly wraps her plush thick pillowy lips around my dick, her tongue snaking out and down the shaft as she begins to drool and sloppily coat the whole thing in a layer of warm spit.

I can't hold on, it had been so long since I had any chance for release. Grunting softly I feel my cock twitch and spasm, thick ropes of cum soon theoretically painting the woman's mouth. However, as soon as I cum I feel something splatter against my legs, the sheets around me growing warm and sticky as the feeling of the woman in my lap clashes with something far more real and present.

I wake with a start, inhaling sharply as I feel my cock twitching as it empties well over two weeks of stored up seed into the sheets beneath me.

"No... no no no..." I groggily wheeze, my head pounding a little from a slight hangover while the mounting anxiety at the sudden wet dream and its consequences force their way to the surface. "That... that doesn't count..." I groan, my eyes darting to my phone as I wait for the dreaded message to come through.

Re:Reality Reversal - Part Four

"Here..." the man huffs, obviously eager for his break. "Your new ID will be sent to your home in the next few..."

My eyes go wide as he brings up home, my hands patting at my pockets for a moment before finding a slightly bulging phone case resting against my thigh. Pulling it out I breath a sigh of relief, my gaze falling to the see-through sparkly yellow shell wrapping around the device as a single key and a set of credit cards sit beneath.

"Wait..." I mutter, looking at the one solitary key. "Where's my car keys?"

"Oh..." the man blurts out, his eyes going wide. "Did we... not empty your pock..." he continues, sighing into his mask as he cuts himself off. "We at Reality Reversal apologize for the loss of any goods or items" he states dryly, as if reading a script from memory. "Any items left on your person are unfortunately lost, please send the invoice for their replacement to our customer service team for..." he continues, groaning as he leans against the desk.

"You get the gist right?" he asks, rubbing at his eyes. "You're good to go otherwise..." he sighs, looking at me as I stare at him in no small amount of shock and confusion.

"Thank you for visiting today..." he continues a little forcefully, his gaze darting to the door. "Have a nice day..."

Re:Reality Reversal - Part Three

The man sighs as I feel the inching and squirming sensation grind to a halt, my body locked up around me like a prison. He leans back in his seat, the man bringing his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes over and over forcefully in an effort to relieve some tension.

"Okay..." he sighs, arching his back before leaning over to adjust the screen once again. "Now that we have you all nice and ready... it seems we can get a clearer image" he explains, rotating the screen part way back before fiddling with the mouse.

I watch as the little window expands, what had once been a tiny screen of low frame rate static blowing up to fill the whole monitor despite its original terrible boxy aspect ratio.

"I'm sure you'll be seeing her a lot more in the mirror..." the man chuckles lightly, looking at the video himself before looking back at me. "But here, why don't you take a look at the new you you'll be bringing home."

As the man turns the screen back around I find my eyes locking to the image of a curvy young woman in her early twenties with plush plump lips and a massive bust, her long nailed hand clutching a set of bright pastel pink workout gear as she nibbles her bottom lip eagerly

Re:Reality Reversal - Part Two

As I take an awkward seat on the metal stool I feel a series of light static shock prickle at my fingers, the stored energy being strong enough to even zap at my legs and ass through my loose pale blue jeans. The doctor's shoulder slump as he squeezes the bridge of his nose, kneading the tan skin as he tries to ease out some tension.

"Sorry... sorry, no need to hear our workplace prob..." he sighs, his gave darting to an empty coffee mug before sighing once more. "Alright, let's go over these results..." he mutters tiredly, reaching up as he begins to turn the screen towards me.

The screen is largely filled with writing beyond my understanding, various test results from the blood sample I had given weeks ago that meant practically nothing to me. A bit of movement catches my eyes, a small window in the top right of the screen showing fairly low frame rate footage as if from a security camera.

"Don't worry about most of that, your iron levels are fine and all the usual metrics are well within the healthy range. What matters for your purposes is that you appear to be more suitable to bring a new body over here for you, hope you like your life because you'll be keeping it with a new body"."

The man chuckles to himself as I stare at the screen intently, my gaze falling on the image of... Nothing. The small windows shows no small amount of static, the black and white fuzz rolling own at what seemed to be single digit frames per second.

"We're still trying to get a lock on..." the man huffs, turning the screen back around as he takes the mouse into his hand. He begins to click at the screen, his eyes narrowing as he seems to focus on his task while I simply sit in silence.