Drey911 Contest Entry

[[Who are you?]] The day started out pretty simply. You woke up, grabbed something to eat, and sat back down at your computer to write. It was a bit of a passion of yours, after all. You were, if you were being entirely honest, quite good at it. You logged onto your DeviantArt account, looking at your page. Row after row of new stories to read popped up, but that wasn't what caught your eye. You had a new message. Now, this wasn't uncommon. Probably someone asking for a request or looking to talk with you, but it wouldn't hurt to check. You opened up your messages, looking for whoever it was who had messaged you. At the top, glowing a faint purple, was a message from an unknown sender. //S: How'd you like some fun, big boy?// You open it up, expecting it to be some porn bot that was looking to fish out your social security number. //You: Who is this?// Instantly, a response appears. //S: Oh, just a longtime fan of yours. I so do love your stories.// You sigh, preparing the speech you had given before. //You: Thank you. Before we get any further, I don't do story requests. You'll just have to commission me when slots open up again.// //S: Oh, don't worry about that. I'm not looking for you to write something. I just wanted to give back to you! Such a valued member of the community deserves a little treat! So I'm giving you early access to a new game I've been working on! It's a little transformation game, sure to arouse anyone who plays it! Here, let me send it to you.// //S: Sent a link.// [[Open the link?]] [[Scan for viruses?]]

Your name is Draven! You're 28 years old, and you aren't exactly the nicest guy out there. That doesn't mean you're a bad person, just that you're a bit rough around the edges. Overall, you'd be described as having a heart of gold and a body of... bronze. Speaking of your body, you're actually pretty nice looking. You're fit, with the kind of muscles most men like to think they have. A bit below average height, clocking in at 5'7". It wasn't a source of pride, but it wasn't the end of the world. Brown hair, brown eyes, you wouldn't stand out too much in a crowd, but you were a solid 7/10. [[Begin]]

(open-url: "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ") You stare in disbelief as you realize you fell for the oldest trick in the book. //S: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA// //S: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA// //S: Okay, so sorry! I couldn't help myself!// //You: Very funny.// //S: You're so right!// //S: Here's the actual link, I promise it's not a virus, or a trick, but the actual game.// //S: Sent a link.// [[Open the link.]]

You scan the link for viruses, hovering over the tab in your browser. You sigh in disappointment as it reveals itself to be a familiar Youtube link. //You: Really? A rickroll? I'm not an idiot, I don't click on random links.// //S: Boo!!!! You're no fun!!!// //S: Fine, healthy skepticism will help you in this game. It's not like I won't get my enjoyment other ways!// //You: What does that mean?// //S: I'm a creator, Dray! I love it when people play my games!// //S: Here. A sign of good faith. Here's the actual link. No gimmicks, no viruses, just a fun little game.// //S: Sent a link.// [[Open the link.]]

You open the link. You're greeted with... to call it a game is a bit generous. It's a flat white screen, with a single black circle in the middle of it. Hesitantly, you use the keyboard to move around, watching the circle move as you press the keys. From the corner of the screen, you see a message pop up. //S: So! What do you think?// [[Criticize the game.]] [[Sugercoat it.]]

You open up the chat on your phone, and start typing. //You: To be honest? It's kinda shit.// Instantly, you feel like you've made a mistake. //S: You asshole!// //S: I don't see you making a game!// //S: It's difficult to do that!// //S: Even this is a challenge!// //S: Fine. You want to be an asshole? You'll get what you deserve soon enough :)// Instantly, your browser refreshes. Where the shitty game once was, a textbox popped up. ''What is your name?'' You type in Draven, only for the browser to refresh once more. ''Incorrect. What is your name?'' You pause, wondering what the issue was. Maybe you mistyped it? You tried again. Yet again, the browser refreshes. ''One Attempt Left. What is your name?'' You type it in, one letter at a time. //Draven// The screen goes black. ''Welcome to Stella's Spectacular Challenge, [ERROR USER NAME]!'' ''DEFAULTING TO ORIGINAL VARIABLE NAME.'' ''Welcome to Stella's Spectacular Challenge, Slut! Try to make it to the end, if you can!'' ''To Begin: What is your favorite type of girl?'' Five buttons pop up, ready for you to click. [[Bimbo]] [[Goth]] [[Athletic]] [[I like them all]]

You open up the chat on your phone, and start typing. //You: It's not bad!// //S: Huh. How... uncharacteristic of you.// //S: When I read up on your file, you were supposed to be a bit of an asshole.// //S: I almost feel bad.// //S: Let me tweak this a bit to account for the kindness.// //S: Not too much though :)// Instantly, the browser refreshes. Where the admittedly shitty game once was, a textbox appears. ''What is your name?'' You type Draven in, as the game refreshes. ''Welcome to Stella's Spectacular Challenge, Draven! Try to make it to the end, if you can!'' ''To begin, let's start off with an easy question. What kind of women do you like?'' Five buttons pop up, ready for you to click. [[Cows!]] [[Hot Dommy Mommies!]] [[I like them all!]] [[E-Girls!]]

The page refreshes. ''Bimbos! A classic. Cute, ditzy, submissive! Truly, something we should all live up to.'' ''Something that you especially will live up to!'' ''But let's not get ahead of ourselves, slut. What, specifically, do you like about bimbos? Their nonexistant minds, or their plastic bodies?'' [[Mind.]] or [[Body.]]

''Goth girls, the basic bitch of the modern age! Everyone is just so sad these days, isn't that right, slut?'' ''But that doesn't matter, because sadness is hot! Goth girls do have a certain kick to them, don't they?'' ''Are you a personality kinda girl, or a body kinda girl? You prefer the big titted goth girlfriends or the weird girls who get picked on in school?'' [[Gimme those big old titties!]] or [[What's the fun of a goth girl if it's all surface level?]]

''An athletic girl? Is that what you like, slut?'' ''There are worse options, I suppose!'' ''I don't know though, there are so many types of athletic girls. Are you the type who likes supporting others, or the type who likes to steal the show all for themselves?'' [[Support!]] or [[Hell nah, I wanna be unique!]]

Eagerly, you click on the cow button. The page refreshes, as another text box pops up. ''Cows. Okay. Uh. Hm.'' After a few seconds, another text box appears. ''I don't suppose you mean like, cowgirls as in cowboys, right?'' [[Yes, that's what I obviously meant.]] ...or [[Nope! I like big milky breasts!]]

''Hoochie mama! You have fantastic taste, Draven! Truly, a paragon of all that makes you hot and horny.'' ''Though, there are a lotta types of dommy mommies. A wide variety!'' ''I'll give you the choice, because I am a kind and benevolent program.'' ''Do you like the type of women who use her sheer charisma, or the type who have mystical powers to force you to submit?'' [[Magic, hell yeah!]] or [[The only power I need is being hot as fuck!]]

''Ah, come on Draven! I liked you! We were vibing so much! And you have to pull this shit?'' ''It's fine,it's fine. I know that you don't mean any malice behind it. Just makes my job a bit harder, you know?'' ''But this means I have to try and figure it out myself. See, if you had picked one of the other options, I would be able to tailor it to you specifically! That meant that you would have your dream!'' ''But now? Hmm... I can go with something completely random, or give you a bit of everything. I'll leave it up to you! Neither option will be bad, don't worry.'' [[Lemme roll the dice!]] or [[I'll take a bit of everything.]]

''E-Girls! God, I knew I made the right choice!'' ''Ah, you're fantastic! Good job, Draven. You're truly a good man.'' ''Or should I say a bad girl? Wink wink.'' ''Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. What is it about E-Girls do you like? Their punk rock attitude, or their sense of style?'' [[Attitude!]] or [[Style!]]

''Oh! Okay. I almost thought you meant...'' ''Never mind! You want a cowgirl? A cowgirl you'll get!'' You wait. What, is the program going to give you an image of a cowgirl? If you wanted one of those, you'd just open up Google. But, despite the initial assumption, nothing seems to be happening. Except... in your reflection, you're not wearing the outfit you were moments ago. You were in a skirt, for one. Shorter than you'd typically like it to be, though you'll admit the normal length for a skirt you want to wear has never been something you've considered before. You have a short red leather vest on, and a shockingly risque top. To top off the look, you have a large cowboy hat on. You don't look half bad. It's not something you'd ever consider wearing normally, on account of being women's clothing, but for forceful crossdressing, the program could have done a lot worse. You stand up, looking down at your outfit. You were kinda cute! Wait. Cute? That's not a word you typically use to describe yourself. Handsome, yes. Rugged? Sure. Hot? Always. But cute? No. What were you thinking? But that thought didn't leave your head. You were cute. This was, somehow, an objective fact. Your long black hair looked nice in this outfit. No. Again, this wasn't right. You had ~~short brown hair~~ long black hair. And you were rugged, but that didn't mean you still couldn't be cute! Plus, your muscles really shone in the crop top. You closed your eyes. Something was wrong, and you couldn't rely on your sight. If your body was changing, and your mind was being altered to see the changes as normal, you just shouldn't see the changes. You should feel them instead. You ran your hands around your body, feeling the slow and subtle shifts to your body. You wouldn't have noticed them originally, but they were happening. Your skin was softening. Not substantially, but it was like all of your body hair had disappeared. Your muscles weren't fading, but they were a bit more hidden, almost as if they retreated under the surface. You ran a hand across your chest, moaning in pleasure. For whatever reason, your nipples were incredibly sensitive. Even through the clothes, you felt the pure arousal building as your tits slowly grew. It took everything in you to not drop everything to play with your budding breasts, but you managed to resist. The arousal in you kept building. Your dick was fully erect, but something was different. It didn't feel as prominent as it used to. Rather than being fully localized to your dick, your arousal spread across your entire body. Your breath hitched, as you felt everything continue to build up. //If you just gave into temptation, it would feel so good. You knew that. Why were you holding out? Didn't you want this? Didn't you want these changes to finish?// The voice in your head was growing stronger. It was making some good points, after all. Wouldn't it just feel so good to play with your tits? Wouldn't it be so pleasant? You can't resist it any more. Your hands fly to your chest as you grope yourself, feeling your breasts grow and grow until- //Boom.// Your body is rocked with wave after wave of pleasure, as you fall to your knees. The grass under you offers some support as you moan in pure delight. You open your eyes, revealing an open field. From off in the distant, you hear a slow mooing ring out. A cowgirl. That was what you asked for, and that is what you became. It would be an adjustment, sure, but... the pleasure outweighed the cons. (open-url: "https://preview.redd.it/my-cowgirl-tifa-cosplay-v0-8ltjuodcc98d1.jpeg?auto=webp&s=b2f30f53cfc8bc762fda338fdae81fcd7691cd08") Model: Morgan Le Fey Cosplay

''Hm.'' ''Okay, let me level with you here.'' ''Are you sure?'' ''Like, are you positive you want this?'' ''I'm not sure if you've like, picked up on this, but you will be turned into whatever you pick.'' ''I've not been super subtle about it either, so I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were signing up for.'' ''If you pick turning into an actual cow that is a girl, there isn't any going back. You'd be stuck like that forever.'' ''That may be your ideal of pleasure, but I kinda need your full consent for this one.'' ''If you want, you can go back.'' [[Nope. I want to be milked.]] [[E-Girls!]] [[Hot Dommy Mommies!]] [[I like them all!]]

''Exactly, slut! You're so fucking right! A bimbo shouldn't have a mind, they should just be fucking and sucking! The only thing between their ears should be a dick in their mouth!'' ''I'll give you a few moments to savor your thoughts. After all, this'll be the last time you have any!'' What? What did that mean? "Like, what do you mean?" You ask the computer, a finger moving to your lips. ''Aww, so silly already! Talking to a computer like I can hear you. That's so cute!'' But why wouldn't it be able to hear you? It was talking to you, wasn't it? It even responded! ''Don't worry slut, you won't have to worry about anything anymore!'' That did sound nice... didn't it? Not having to think, to worry, to have any negative thoughts. (text-rotate-x:180)+(text-rotate-y:180)[''Oh! It's already started!''] The text on the screen was garbled. It felt like letters of the alphabet, but it didn't make any sense. You stare at it intentively. Surely you could figure out what it meant. (text-rotate-x:180)+(text-rotate-y:180)[''Aww, the little bimbo is trying to read!''] (text-rotate-x:180)+(text-rotate-y:180)[''This isn't even modified. This is just normal English!''] What? It didn't make any sense. There had to be a logikal explanazion! Wait. That waznt right. "Huh?" (text-rotate-x:180)+(text-rotate-y:180)[''Here, let me explain in terms you can understand.''] ''YOU NO SMARTZ! FUCK!'' That made sense! You had always been pretty dumb. Flunked out of every school you went through. But you had other ways to make money! //No. No, focus! Your name is Draven! You aren't a bimbo!// ''NAME PENNY, SLUT'' //No!! Your name was Penny, not Draven! Wait, was that right?// //Your name was Penny! You weren't a slut, though!// (text-rotate-x:180)+(text-rotate-y:180)[''Let me explain in better terms.''] The screen flashes with images of naked men, as you feel drool roll down your cheeks. //Okay, you may enjoy a man from time to time, but you weren't going to drop your panties for any man that asked!// ''ARE YOU SURE?'' A video pops on screen of a blonde woman you don't recognize and a totally attractive hunk. Her green eyes were fixated entirely on the man's dick, and you couldn't help but follow her gaze. "Cum for me, Penny," the man says on tape. You feel wave after wave of pleasure roll through you, watching the woman writhe on the ground from the command. //Gawd, it was such a good idea to record yourself!// ''HM. STILL TOO SMART.'' The video flickers, turning to a pink spiral. You try to look away, but it keeps drawing you in. ''GET FUCKED. NO THOUGHTS. GET FUCKED. NO THOUGHTS.'' //Get fucked... no thoughts... get fucked... no thoughts...// The mantra repeated itself in what was left of your mind. Over and over, again and again. Get Fucked. No Thoughts. You awaken to a trickle of drool landing on your perfect tits. Thank god you weren't wearing much, just a micro-bra with different condoms tied on it and the shortest skirt you could wear. You were ready for a night on the town. //Get fucked.// You obeyed. (Open-url: "https://cdn.donmai.us/sample/47/48/__artoria_pendragon_and_saber_fate_and_1_more_drawn_by_lc_7v2__sample-4748c2d469e3b29f76064f0ccd2aabbc.jpg") Source: lc 7v2

''Oh, there is something to be said about a bimbo's body. All plastic and silicone, without any view of the human underneath the doll's mask.'' ''I'm glad you agree, slut! Now, don't get me wrong, you'll still be a bit... dull. Lifeless behind the eyes, without a thought to call your own.'' ''But you'll still be a functional member of society! If not a bit... well, to put it simply, dumb.'' ''Enjoy your last few moments of lucidity, while you still can. And talking without a lisp. Or doing much of anything other than fucking and sucking!'' You pause. What does that mean? What, is the program saying that you're going to become a bimbo? That's ridi- Rid- That's just silly! You totally weren't a bimbo. You were inte... in... you were so smart! Everyone thought so! Whenever you would like, fuck a guy, they would always say how good your head was! Your lips were just, soooo juicy! But wait. In the dark reflection of your computer screen, you see something truly horrific. A boring guy! Just some dweeb with brown hair and no filler whatsoever! You had to fix this. You couldn't go around looking like this, you'd be ridiculed! You poke at your lips, watching them rapidly expand. That was it! You spent so much money on getting them to perfect dick-sucking size, and you weren't going to let any guy take that away from you. Next, you needed to fix your hair. This brown shit? It was not working for you. You needed your platty blonde back! You didn't spend that much time dyeing it to the perfect Barbie Blonde for this one guy to change it. You tugged on the unfamiliar hair, pulling it straight off of your head. Underneath it, you watched your perfect hair flow down. This face wasn't doing it for you either. You poked and prodded at it, fixing it with the surgeries you spent so much on. A perfect plastic doll stared back at you. Of course, that wasn't what anyone spent any time staring at. No, what you needed were your tits back! You play with your nipples, feeling the silicone pump in. Perfectly perky and plastic, this was what you needed. Your ass was next, as was that dick between your legs. That was where it was supposed to be, but not //on// you. No, it needed to be in you! You pushed it in, moaning with delight as a plump pussy took its place. Gawd, you were perfect! You were a little doll, but you needed something. A big dick! That was it. You strolled out in a pretty pink dress, searching for your next meal. (open-url: "https://www.reddit.com/media?url=https%3A%2F%2Fpreview.redd.it%2Fmore-than-35-surgeries-and-not-counting-all-retouches-im-v0-uaghdyreu49d1.jpeg%3Fauto%3Dwebp%26s%3D892bd253872fffeeee3aab4ea67084622ac2e91c") Source: Luxury-Plastic-Doll

''Oh, Draven, good pick! A damn good pick! I should reward you for that!'' ''In fact, I think I will!'' The computer starts to glow, one final message appearing on the screen. ''Have fun at the beach!'' Have fun at the beach? What did that mean? You weren't anywhere near the beach! But... that wasn't exactly right, was it? It does feel like you're on the beach, with the way the cool ocean air is blowing against your skin. But you were at your computer! You look down, seeing only an endless wave of sand surrounding you. In the distance, you can see the clear blue waves trailing off into the horizon. None of this made sense. You were just at your desk, chatting with a strange computer program. Now you're on the beach? That can't be possible. How you were on the beach wasn't, strangely, the most important question. The real question was how do you get //off// the beach. After all, you had things you needed to do! Writings you needed to finish, people you needed to talk to. A review to leave on the file you downloaded, even. You shift awkwardly, feeling the sand shift under your feet. It wasn't, all things considered, an unpleasant sensation. If you had been expecting it, you could have a nice vacation here! But, unfortunately, impromptu beach trips weren't something you typically enjoyed. There were three directions you could go. Four, technically, if you counted the beach, but you had very little incentive to think that you could somehow make it home by swimming across the ocean. So, seeing no other option, you started walking. The ground was not even terrain, and without shoes, you were prone to stumbling. Every fifth step seemed to land your foot into a hidden dune, the sand clinging to your feet. You bent over, dusting your feet off. But... something was different. They were slimmer. Almost daintier. A bit tan, even. Transported onto a beach, with your body shifting. What could you do? You had to stay focused and make it off the beach before anything else happened. One changed foot in front of the other. Of course, it was hard to not focus on the shift to your body. Each step you took seemed to slowly change your gait. Your hips moved more and more. You weren't used to swaying your hips when you walked, at least not like this. It was unusual, but not unpleasant. If you focused, you could walk normally, but it reduced your rate of travel significantly. If you wanted to leave mostly unchanged, you had to get off the beach quickly. But it just seemed like endless sand, all around you. Doesn't a beach necessitate... something that's not a beach nearby? Something solid, or land? Your lower half, barring one noticeable exception, was completely changed. Your thighs were thick, your butt was prominent, and your legs were long. You were shorter, no doubt about that, but your legs had taken most of the length that your torso once had. Of course, your dick seemed to be aroused, poking through your shorts. You looked ridiculous. As if hearing your prayers, your pants changed. They slowly shrank, tightening around your groin and riding up your leg. You looked even more ridiculous, wearing a weird pair of blue bikini bottoms. If it wasn't for your dick, you'd look like a girl. But as you walked, that problem seemed to start to resolve itself. Every step slowly shrunk your penis, as you felt it retreating into your body. You tried to stop moving, but it felt like your body was on autopilot. Whatever changes you were in for, there was no turning back. After a few more steps, you felt it. There was nothing left to shrink. As you walked, you reached your arm down to investigate your new equipment. It felt surprisingly empty, as if it needed to be filled with something, anything. You slipped a finger in, moaning in delight. Was this what all women felt? Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Your body started running. It didn't matter what you thought, your body was eager to change. You felt your hair start to grow, your face starting to resculpt itself into a paragon of beauty. Your arms and shoulders started to compress inwards, and your waist formed a perfect hourglass. Finally, the big change started. A small wave of pressure started to exert in your chest. Not much, but noticeable. After a few steps, it seemed to stop. It seems whatever body you were getting, you weren't exactly stacked. But that's fine. You could make use of this. Finally, you saw a wave of chairs. Girls you didn't recognize started to wave you over. "Rae! Finally! We were wondering if you got lost or something." Rae. That was the name this body had. Not a bad name, certainly. All things considered? This could be the start of something great. (open-url: "https://preview.redd.it/77fvuhjsq0x51.jpg?width=801&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=78ff7cff13416e6b4f16a76047eba33c8328cdd4") Model: Valkyrae

''A good pick. For this, I suppose I should warn you. Your entire wardrobe is going to be getting an update, so I hope you don't mind!'' ''In fact, you should go look now!'' Reading the message, you get the urge to look into your closet. You stand up, and walk over almost robotically. Inside, everything is different. Where your shirts and jeans once stood, your outfits are replaced with slutty black skirts and low-riding crop tops. What was going on? Your body is acting on its own. You try and turn around to go back to your computer, to ask for information, but instead your arm slowly starts to move to grab one of the outfits. It's far too slutty for your taste, on top of being a girl's outfit. You try desperately to put the outfit back, but it's no use. Your body slowly strips itself of its clothes, as you begin to realize that you can't see anything. It's not that you're blind, just that everything is remarkably fuzzy. Finally, your body is responding to your thoughts. You fumble around, trying to find anything. You drop the outfit, stumbling around. Why can't you see? Your hand finds a pair of metal frames on the ground. Since when did you have glasses lying around your house? You've never needed them, but if they would help out, you had very few other options. You put them on. Instantly, you're able to see again. But... your surroundings aren't right. Everything feels smaller. Not significantly, but everything is just the slightest bit smaller. Were you taller? The ceiling did seem a bit closer. But how? That couldn't be possible! But... none of this was. Was growing a bit taller that unreasonable, when your entire wardrobe changed? When you suddenly needed glasses? When your body was being puppeted around? If anything, growing taller was probably the least weird thing that happened to you. The round rimmed glasses seemed to frame your face nicely. You stared into the mirror that moments before wasn't there. It emphasized the roundness of your cheeks, and the plumpness of your lips. But as you stared, you watch metal appear on your face. Small piercings seemed to litter your face, around your nose and lips. Despite the piercings that this new body had clearly had in the past, it didn't seem to hurt at all. You can't help but poke at the new metal. It was surprisingly attractive. With your face, you almost looked like an E-Girl. Oh. That was what this was. The realization hit you all at once. You were turning into an E-Girl. That was what the wardrobe change was for, that was why your body was changing. What else would change? Would your mind change? Would you even be you by the end of this? As you panic, you notice that your hair starts to change. Brown quickly starts to dye into a pale blue, finalizing the changes to your face. When you put your glasses on, your head changed. You stare in horror at the outfit on the ground. As if on cue, your body goes into autopilot. You grab the top, sliding it over your head. You feel your skin smooth out, all body hair slowly falling to the ground. It feels soft, surprisingly sensitive to the gentle air conditioning. As you pull it over your chest, you feel your chest start to swell. You stifle a moan, the pleasure building and building as your tits never seem to stop growing. Was this how women felt? How did they get anything done instead of constantly fondling themselves? You leaned over, grabbing the shorts. You start to pull them up over your legs, watching them thin out. All of the fat and muscle in your legs seems to head upwards, heading straight into your ass and thighs. Slowly, you watch black fishnets cover where the shorts pass by. Ripped and faded, they clearly have had use. You grimace as the shorts reach your dick. You know what's coming, but it's impossible to prepare for the resounding pleasure you feel as wave after wave of orgasm pass through you. Your mind goes blank. When you recover, your dick is gone, replaced with a slim pussy. You brush it slowly, feeling it twitch as your body reflexively shifts. And just like that, the changes were over. You were the same in your mind, thank goodness. And as far as your body went, you certainly looked hot. You reach into your pocket, pulling out your ID. It had changed, reflecting your new form. A fresh start on life with a hot new body? This program wasn't half bad. (open-url: "https://pbs.twimg.com/media/F4FIUxLXYAA02-b?format=jpg&name=large") Source: LyraCroWo

''Yeah!!! Who needs magic, you're going to have all the magic you need right between your shoulders!'' ''That's not the best line, I know, but you're going to be hot as fuck and able to tell anyone anything and they'll probably believe you!'' ''Just don't expect anyone to look you in the eyes.'' You feel your clothes start to melt off of your body, turning to a pile of sludge on the ground. You stare at the gunk on the ground, poking it with your finger. It wasn't often you saw your own outfit turn into a liquid and slither off of your body, after all. The liquid starts to slither up your arm, forming a small cufflink on your arm before continuing to move up your body. It feels like water trickling up your arm, slowly turning your arm more and more sensitive and soft to the touch. It's not an unpleasant situation, quite the opposite. You can't help but give into the pleasure, whimpering slightly as it continues to reach your neck. On your neck, you feel it tightening, a small bow tie appearing. You adjust it slightly, moving it around until it settles nicely above your chest. You whimper more, the voice coming out feminine and mature. The liquid continues upwards, submerging your entire head into itself. You cannot see or hear, but somehow you're able to breathe despite being submerged in the magical liquid. After a moment, you feel the liquid falling down rapidly. You touch your face, feeling the slight wrinkles on your skin. You've aged. Not significantly, but by a decade at least. You brush a strand of hair out of your eyes, staring at the stark white that replaced your dark brown. You turn your head, feeling something on the top of your head move slightly. You reach up, feeling two cloth bunny ears. As you investigate your face, the liquid seems to move down to your chest. Layers of latex started to cling to your skin, spreading down. Even with the tight-fitting outfit, there's not much actually covering your body. You feel the latex hitting your groin, your noticeable erection stretching the outfit out slightly. From there, a thin layer of pantyhose spreads down your legs, clinging to your thighs and calves. The outfit isn't especially flattering on your masculine body, but you have a feeling that too is going to change. And just as you think that, the latex starts to push against your groin, trying to return to place. It's a struggle between your masculinity and the new outfit, and it seems like you are underpowered. Slowly, your dick retreats into your body, the latex showcasing a thin slit that replaced it. You feel your face flush, embarrased by your new pussy being shown off to the entire world. As if caused by your dick disappearing, your body starts to rapidly change. You hear a squeak before you feel your chest start to expand, straining against the latex in an attempt to showcase as much cleavage as possible. Somehow, the outfit is managing to show almost everything besides your nipples. You flush even harder, scared to go out in public. Your ass starts to grow, stretching the bunny suit even further. It starts to stretch too much, threatening to snap. Your legs start to lengthen, your torso shrinking at the same time. You ended up at around the same height, but it is clearly distributed differently. You're hot as hell now, but that doesn't matter if you can't head outside. "Didn't you say I'd have confidence now?!" Your voice is husky and mature, the thing you would hear out of an anime character. ''Hahaha I did didn't I'' ''I can wipe your mind, make you a hot anime milf if you want but I figured I'd be kind :)'' You panick. "No, no, I'll take my normal mind!" ''Okay! I will boost your confidence a little bit, then.'' Your mind floods with thoughts that are not your own, talking about how hot you are and how you should use that to your advantage. Isn't it important to be confident? If you aren't willing to use your body to get what you want, you don't deserve it. You grin, staring at yourself. You were hot, and you wanted to get laid. If you had the body of a MILF, you might as well actually be one. It wouldn't take too long to find a suitable woman or man to settle down with. You just had to pick who. (open-url: "https://cdn.donmai.us/sample/64/68/__mei_mei_jujutsu_kaisen_drawn_by_hioyami__sample-6468527acaf6abcb71206382af8c38f2.jpg") Source: Hioyami

''I suppose it couldn't hurt. I mean, I'm magic and I'm not a menace to society!'' ''You promise you won't be too evil, right?'' You smile at the computer. "Of course not." ''Yeah sure why not then'' Instantly, you feel your hair start to grow a deep and vibrant red. You stare at it as it starts to braid itself into a long ponytail, moving behind your head. Your face starts to reshift, slowly and methodically reshaping itself into something that belongs to a timeless beauty. You poke at it, feeling the plump lips and soft skin you had never thought would belong to you. The changes make their way to your neck next. It starts to slim, your Adam's Apple retreating into your body. You try humming, surprised by the fact that your voice is lower now. Decidedly feminine, yes, but husky and mature. Your shoulders slim, and your arms start to shrink slightly. They're still muscular, that hasn't changed, but it's expressing muscle differently. Subtler, only hinting at your true strength. Your chest thins too, all fat and muscle going straight into your breasts. They start to grow, a reasonably large size that look perfect to squeeze. Your stomach shrinks, and your hips start to widen, forming an hourglass figure other women would die for. You start to squirm in pleasure as you experience your final orgasm as a man, the sensation starting to spread all across your body instead of being localized in your dick. After what feels like an eternity, your groin is replaced by a perfectly crafted slit. Your legs start to lengthen as you gain height, growing taller and more lithe. You feel your clothes start to shift, your shirt changing into a dress shirt hiding black lace lingerie. You look down, seeing a leash appear in your hand for any bad girls who disobey. ''So, what do you think?'' You stare at the computer screen, an idea starting to form. "Come here." The command passes through your lips, slipping into the computer. Whoever is piloting the program will be forced to obey. ''what hahah no this isn't supposed to-'' The message trails off as a woman appears in front of you. She stares up at you, her face displaying shock. "I like this little program you made, but I think it can be better. After all, with my magic and your magic, I think that we can do some real good~" A harem of obeying sluts all to yourself. All you needed to do was send the file to a few other people. (open-url: "https://cdn.donmai.us/original/a7/6c/__makima_chainsaw_man_drawn_by_monmon_sleepymonmon__a76c2a70044272a30014421f8e3dd57d.png") Source: Monmon_

The page refreshes. ''Thank you for submitting your answers! You lose.'' The tab closes, as you're left in confusion. What was the point of that? That wasn't even a game! You sigh, going back to the DeviantArt chat. But... nothing was there. You swear that you had talked with the mysterious S, but there's no records of it. In fact, there weren't any records of anything. You were completely signed out. That was it, this was just a really shitty virus to take access to your DeviantArt account. Whoever S was just lied, and wanted your account for themselves. It could have been worse, you suppose, this was one of the least bad accounts that could have been taken over. You try to sign in, but as you expected, it didn't work. You leaned back in your chair, firing off a quick email to DeviantArt support. Hopefully, you could get it back in a few days. But for now? You should do something else. Actually, you were feeling a bit antsy. You needed to head outside, do //something//. You weren't sure what had gotten over you, but it would be easier to just go with the flow. (text-colour:magenta)[That was your general philosophy, after all. ] What? No, that didn't seem right. Something was wrong. You stood up, your body feeling off. Everything felt off. It was hard to pinpoint what was wrong, but something in your mind was screaming at you that something was wrong. Were you sick? That must be it. You hurried to your restroom, splashing water on your face. But... the mirror looked off. Your hair wasn't blonde, was it? It was brown. You've had it all your life, you would know that. (text-colour:magenta)[No, you just dyed it the other year after a bad break-up! It had finally returned to its natural colour, silly!] Yeah, yeah. You had dyed it brown after you had gotten dumped by that idiot girl. Your hair was always a nice long blonde. It wasn't especially masculine, but that was fine! It wasn't like you were especially masculine to begin with. You were always short for a guy, (text-colour:magenta)[standing at a tiny 5'0".] Wait. Was that right? You don't remember being that short, but then again, all of your friends always ended up towering over you. You were still always muscular, with a tight core and a nice pair of legs. (text-colour:magenta)[Your arms didn't have too much strength, but your butt made up for it!] No. Something was seriously wrong. What was it? It wasn't your hair, it wasn't your height, so //what was it?!// Was it your clothes? No, these were what you always wore. (text-colour:magenta)[A cute pink pleated skirt, a deviously short crop top, and of course a lovely little necklace.] It wasn't your clothes, though they did look off. A bit loose. (text-colour:magenta)[Wait, you were just being silly. Of course your chest filled the shirt out, showing off lovely cleavage. Your arms fit perfectly into your sleeves, thin and dainty with a lovely pink nail polish. Your high heels helped you out a little, giving you a solid three inches of extra height. And they make your butt sway so nice! Bonus!] So what was wrong? It wasn't your body. It wasn't your clothes. Your hair was tied into a cute little ponytail, as always. So what was it? And then it hit you! You weren't at practice! The big game was tomorrow, and you had to get ready! You looked up at the locker room mirror, grinning. Your girls needed you! You ran out onto the turf, your skirt riding dangerously high. "Hey girls!" You called out to your teammates, all staring at you as you walked. The captain glared at you. "There you are, Tiffy! Where were you? We gotta practice our jumps! The boys need us!" Memories flooded back to you of cheering the football players on, escorting them back to their dorms, giving them some extra support... You had a bit of a reputation around the college campus as the best cheerleader and the worst student. But that was fine! The boys could help you out with your work, and you could reward them with a yummy blowjob! You jumped up, excited for the big game. "They sure do! I can't wait to give them some motivation~" The other cheerleaders rolled their eyes. "Come on Tiffany, focus on practicing, not on fucking!" You pout. "Fine..." (openurl:"https://cdn.donmai.us/original/21/87/__clay_goddess_of_victory_nikke_drawn_by_elias2art__2187d2dab4c08ed317ad562daec91485.jpg") (Art Source: Elias2Art)

''Unique, huh...'' ''There are a few ways I can go about doing this, but I'll make you the star of the show. No one will ever be able to look away from you when you perform. Does that sound good, slut?'' It does sound enticing. Finally being the centre of attention would be nice. ''Good. Just focus on those thoughts. No one will be able to say you aren't unique!'' You close your eyes, focusing on the idea. What does that mean? Would you be the star captain of a sports team? Would you be the best player? What? A slow rhythmic beat starts to fill the room. It's captivating, and you can't help bouncing your leg as you listen. //Thump. Thump. Thump.// You feel the urge to start moving around. Something about this music is just so hypnotic. It's so easy to just focus on the music without a care in the world. //Thump. Thump. Thump.// You stand up, moving around the room. Despite having your eyes closed, you glide around without bumping into anything. It's just easy to let your mind drift, letting your body take over. //Thump. Woo! Thump. Woo!// Cheering starts to fill the space between the music. It's like you have an audience of your own just cheering you own, with no one sharing the spotlight. Everyone loves you, and you should keep going. //Thump. Woo! Thump. Woo!// You open your eyes, staring at the adoring crowd. They love you! You spin on the pole, your long blonde hair swaying as you watch fan after fan throw money at you. You were the star of the show, and you looked hot as hell! Plus, you had your pick of any one of your adoring fans. (open-url: "https://cdn.donmai.us/sample/cd/5d/__darkness_kono_subarashii_sekai_ni_shukufuku_wo_drawn_by_spaceroo__sample-cd5d2980009e82b7489ac614acd05dbc.jpg") Source: Spaceroo

''Oh, you're a real bitch, aren't you.'' ''First, you insult my game that I spent hours and hours on.'' ''Then, you have the audacity to pick the coward's option?'' ''You're a weak little bastard, and I think you should suffer for that.'' ''But I'm kind and benevolent.'' ''I'll let you pick something to keep.'' ''Would you like to keep your memories, or your personality? There's nothing in between. Just know that you'll be giving up the other.'' [[Let me keep my memories.]] or [[My personality. That's what matters.]]

''Hell yeah!'' ''Let's run those wheels!'' You see a large wheel open on the screen. Countless options from "Submissive Maid" to "Tiny Fairy" circle around, leading you to panic a bit about what you've gotten yourself into. Finally, the wheel lands on "63". You pause, waiting for an update. ''Oh.'' ''That's a bit bad!'' ''This is...'' ''Hm.'' "What does that mean?" You ask the screen. ''Haha you thought talking to a computer would help lol'' ''But, to answer your question... this is the worst option.'' You panic even more. Oh no, what horrific thing will you be turned into? A monstrosity unable to leave your house for fear of mob violence? The world's ugliest woman? A //neet?// ''For me. Not for you. For you, it won't be much of a change at all. It's just so boring!'' ''In fact, I don't think you've noticed you've changed at all!'' You look down at yourself, seeing two large mounds on your chest. Well, being honest, they weren't actually that large. A respectable size, sure, but nothing too out of proportion. You stand up, feeling your body shift around. ''Okay. So, this option is simple. It just changes your body into what you would have been if you were a girl! Well, technically, the universe where your eyes were purple and you were a girl.'' ''Other fun highlights of this body. Your name is Raven, and you're a writer online. You're around 5'7", athletic, a bit of a jerk but overall your heart is in the right place. You like men in this universe! But that's not that surprising.'' You like men in this body? You try and think about it. That can't be right. All of your experiences had been with men, sure. And the way their dicks pounded into your pussy did make you feel amazing. The way they could pick you up and carry you, the way they could just beat you at every sport... Huh. Okay. But what about women? You liked them! You remember that. Your friends were all women, and you spent time with them. Sexually, though? They were fine. You could see the appeal of a nice rack, not that you really wanted one. You could play with tits whenever you wanted, and yours were much more pleasant than trying to play with some random chick's. You went back through your memories, checking for any incongruities. You couldn't find any. Everything made sense! You stare at the computer, typing out a message. "Haha, you got me! Making me think I've not been a woman." ''This is why I hate this option, it doesn't change anything.'' ''Well, have fun with your life, Raven. Do try and get laid soon, at least?'' You get the feeling that whoever programmed this is disappointed. (open-url: "https://cdn.donmai.us/sample/fe/00/__maki_oze_en_en_no_shouboutai_drawn_by_lit_silium__sample-fe009251bfab570a75f02dff95a1efec.jpg") Source: Lit Silium

Instantly, you find yourself in a white void. From around you, a woman's voice speaks. "Good pick. Sorry, figured I'd do this a bit more directly." You turn, trying to place the voice's location to no avail. "Look, I'll be honest! Full disclosure. This one is going to be a bit of a mindfuck. Essentially, you're not going to be... one person, after this. You won't be one consistent person from day to day. What's going to happen is simple. Pretty much every day, you're going to wake up in the body of a different woman with a different personality. You won't have any memories of the day before, you'll always think it's a new transformation that happened to you, Draven." "Each night you'll go to bed, and almost every day you'll be teleported across time, space, and universes to a new form. You'll always have the memories of being a boy, but your mind will be different every time! Sometimes you'll be in space, sometimes you'll be in a fantasy world, sometimes you'll be in the past or the future. Nothing is really off the table. If you really like a body, every one hundred swaps you can lock into that form for a while longer. Not permanently, but for a good while. Maybe until the end of that body's life? I'll see what I can do!" "Oh, I should mention. Every hundred swaps you'll remember everything and be able to pick the form you want to maintain. You'll forget it after, but you'll be of clear conscious and mind when you choose your fate." "It's a little bit like living forever! Soon, I'll erase this conversation from your mind and send you on your first transformation. Any requests for the first form?" "I-" Whatever you were trying to say gets cut off. "Actually, I think it's funnier if I just start the randomization now. I'm going to give you one of my absolute //favorite// forms! A superheroine! You'll be able to fight crime for a night with no repurcussions, enjoying the glory and power you get. Afterwards, who knows? Maybe I'll strip you of all power, make you a girl forced to do whatever is asked of her. Maybe I'll give you a few runs of pure normalcy! You'll never know." Everything starts to fade into darkness, as your body goes limp. You float in a black void, wondering where you are or what happened. And then you hear a voice. "Power Girl! Come in!" Your head turns instinctively as you feel two heavy weights on your chest bounce. You're in a suburban area, with a thirty foot tall lizard rampaging through the streets. You take a second to investigate your body. You have a skintight white leotard on, with two large holes to show off your cleavage. You jump in shock, watching your breasts jiggle freely and without support. And then you realize you aren't falling back down. You can fly now. How did this happen? One minute ago you were Draven, and now you're a superheroine? What happened?! There's no time to think. You have to fight. You fly to the monster, grinning as the adrenaline takes hold. (open-url: "https://external-preview.redd.it/mbPN72NUxTdaz8pDcxbuY73uMS8KSO0jeibFfKoCIJY.jpg?auto=webp&s=fcc9aea6c7dd6b751fc71f7c1eee9213c684bcf1") Source: LarkinLove

"My memories. If nothing else, let me at least remember who I am." ''Oh? You'd doom yourself to this, knowing full well who you are? Knowing what you sacrificed? Knowing you had the chance to have at least forgotten your past?'' ''How brave! How noble. You'll remember every minute of your life before you were doomed to an eternity of suffering.'' ''You can back out now, if you want. I can erase every trace of your life from your mind, so that you won't have anything to distract you from your life of servitude.'' "I-" Whatever you try to say disappears from your lips. You try and stammer something out, but all words evade you. You can't make a sound. ''I'm kind. I'm not that kind. You made your choice! Let's see you live with it!'' The computer shuts down. You stand up, panicking. What is going on? How did this program take away your ability to speak? None of this was possible! You stare at the blank screen, searching for some logic behind this. You insulted whoever made it, and they placed a curse on you. And now, despite all reasoning, you couldn't speak. This wasn't great, but you could live with this. Yeah! It wasn't great, but plenty of people were mute. But... no. That wasn't it. Your ass wasn't usually this large, was it? You feel it moving around as you turn. That wasn't normal, was it? You feel it growing. That was it. Your ass was growing as you stood. You were mute, and your body was changing. All because you, what? Insulted a game? Your voice and your body, was that a reasonable punishment? Everything was being stripped away from you. Your height, your masculinity, nothing was safe. Your hair was growing, but it was being stripped away from you in another way. Rather than the brown it had been, it grows as a pale pink. You were quickly growing completely unrecognizable. Your chest started to swell, your dick started to shrink. Nothing of you was going to remain, except your mind. The memories of who you were before. Forever taunting you. Your clothes change, turning monochrome and frilly. You recognize it almost instantly. A classical French Maid outfit, without any covering for your breasts. You could watch them grow, slowly but surely expanding. Despite how large and heavy they were getting to be, your back remained completely fine. A small mercy, you supposed, in a body designed to be as cruel as possible. Your dick was almost gone. It wasn't a painful sensation, but one you hoped you would never actually experience. A slow shrinking, feeling as if everything was being sucked out of it until there was nothing left. And then, without any fanfare whatsoever, it was gone. Replaced by a slit you had only seen, and never felt. Your transformation finished without any warning. One minute, you were a fairly attractive man. The next, you were a pink haired maid ready to be pounded. But it wasn't over. You knew that. Your mind started to shift, thoughts that were never your own flooding your mind. ''Good girls obey. Good girls do whatever they're told. Good girls serve whatever master they can find.'' Over and over, the thoughts consumed you. Every second was torture, your personality forcibly morphing into something else. A subservient maid willing to do whatever was asked of her, without a voice to disagree. This was your life now. You knew that you would have to leave your house at some point, and you just hoped no one asked you to do anything. If they did, you knew exactly what you'd have to do. (open-url: "https://cdn.donmai.us/original/1a/f6/__original_drawn_by_uramakaron__1af622d16b9af0ace578b1fe4e985eeb.jpg") Source: Uramakaron

''Really? You're so determined to be an asshole, that you'd sacrifice your memories?'' ''Well, far from it for me to complain. You'll be one Grade-A Bitch when I'm done with you!'' When it was done with you? What did it mean? It was a stupid program, it couldn't do anything to you. God, that was so annoying. You hated posers who couldn't deliver on their threats. At least when you blessed someone with a threat, you followed through! //Hey, that wasn't true! You didn't threaten anyone! You were a bit rough, but that didn't mean-// Ugh. There it was, that little voice in the back of your head trying to get you to "be nice" and "don't threaten people" or some shit like that. You wish you could shut that part of you up. ''I can make that happen!'' Oh, this stupid computer can read your fuckin' thoughts now? Whatever, you might as well entertain it. "What did you say?" ''I can make that little voice in the back of your head disappear. That little... I believe you would call it a 'conscience'. I can get rid of it for you permanently!'' "Oh, and how will you do that?" You snicker. ''Oh, that's simple. I just remove the memories of your past life. They're bleeding through a bit right now, trying to get you to realize this isn't who you are. But that's not fun, is it Britney?'' //That's not your name. Your name is Draven. You're 27, and you're a good guy!// ''Oh, if you were such a good guy, you wouldn't have gotten here! You had plenty of opportunities to be nice. But you aren't! That's just not who you are.'' Why did your mind think you were a guy? I mean, all you had to do was fuckin' look down and see your tits! Your juicy ass, your "virgin" slit. Blowjobs didn't count, after all. Plus, you weren't that ancient. You were a college junior! You could look outside and see your college whenever you wanted! "Yeah sure, shut it up." ''With pleasure, Draven.'' Draven? Why'd everyone keep calling you that? Your name was Brittney! Your hair wasn't brown, it was white with a bit of pink on the end. You dyed it like that because that alt look was all the rage, and if you got to taunt loser virgins that was enough. You sighed, standing up from your laptop. You needed to feel better. There were boys around here, weren't there? You could toy with them some. Flash them a bit of ass and they'd do whatever you said! It didn't matter who got hurt, all that mattered was if you won. You were Queen of the School, and you needed to make sure everyone knew that. Source: ch4a (Open-url: "https://cdn.donmai.us/sample/03/7f/__original_drawn_by_ch4a__sample-037f04f05756f8236dfa193d2c12cba6.jpg")

''So real and true.'' You feel yourself walk over to your bed, lying down. You try and move your body, but you're stuck at the whims of the program. From your computer, the program starts to audibly speak. ''I'll give you a big set of breasts, slut! You'll be able to give the best boobjobs of anyone, and they're going to be so sensitive! You'll be a total goth slut!'' You try and get up, but it feels like something is pinning you to the bed. All you can do is squirm around, watching in horror as your tits start to grow more and more sensitive. Every time your nipples hit against your shirt, you can't help but moan in pleasure. Even the brush of cloth against your breasts gets you even closer to cumming. At the size they're at currently, it's not too bad, but then you feel them start to grow. Rapidly, they start to push past the shirt, threatening to burst free. Every second they grow, they get more sensitive, causing you to squirm more and bringing your more pleasure. After what feels like an eternity of mind melting pleasure, the growth stops. You look up at the breasts bigger than your head, more sensitive than anything you've ever felt in your life. You cautiously reach out to touch one, the hold on your body seemingly worn off. The second you even brush a finger against the supple tit, you feel your dick erupt. As you continue to cum, you feel your dick shrink into yourself, forming a pussy. You don't figure it'll see much use, given how sensitive your breasts are, but it is the thought that counts you suppose. You watch your hair start to grow, reaching your shoulders. Dye starts to rapidly spread through your folicles, turning your hair into a combination of white and black, perfect for your new goth look. ''I hope you enjoyed! Your mind is totally unchanged, so anything you do is up to you!'' Even without any mental changes, you can't help but wonder how good it would feel for someone else to play with your chest. And with how you look, you figure it won't take long to find out. (open-url: "https://cdn.donmai.us/sample/13/be/__ceres_fauna_hololive_and_1_more_drawn_by_prab__sample-13beb3df59600f1582db004f6ce969c2.jpg") Source: Prab

''So true! Let's change a bit of your mind. Not quite giving you depression, but you're just so bland! I mean, look at you. A boring man who works out? That's so un-goth!'' What? What did the program mean by that? You weren't some boring-ass guy. You were a cool as hell guy! You hated those normies, who thought themselves better than you. ''28 years old? I mean, that's just so old!'' //28?!// You just turned 20! You weren't some oldass creep. ''A heart of gold? That's boring.'' Pfft, as if. Your heart was as black as the night. You were an asshole, and everyone knew that! You taunted those pesky "nice guys", because that's not important. ''Athletic? So are half the guys.'' Again with that "working out" shit. That's so not you! You stayed inside, because your skin needed to be pale to complete the chic vampire look. If you went outside to, ugh, exercise, that would just ruin everything. Plus, your makeup gets all runny and shit when you sweat. ''Plus, I mean, when have you ever heard of a goth guy?'' Exactly! Those poser ass guys were just in the lifestyle to pick up chicks. But not you. You were a hot ass babe, and you could turn down anyone who asked. You knew your worth, after all. Your tits may not be that big, but it was better than those big titted cows that just used the aesthetic to pick up. Plus, your ass made up for it, you liked to think. ''So, what do you think, Ubel?'' Ubel. That was you. You fell in love with the character from Frieren, devoting your body and personality to her. If men didn't like that, they could go straight to hell. It was time for another binge sesh, and maybe a bit of a fuck session after. You could just call up one of your friends and get them to wear the Stark cosplay during. (open-url: "https://cdn.donmai.us/sample/a7/3c/__ubel_sousou_no_frieren_drawn_by_ponzu_pon9__sample-a73c86f75b9591413ed222d8480c7e57.jpg")

''Okay. You asked for it, and I'm not going to stop you.'' Instantly, you feel your body start to shift and distort. All muscle on your athletic frame starts to fade away, replaced by a thin layer of fat. You poke at the new fat, feeling it jiggle slightly as you touch it. It's surprisingly soft to the touch. Your body hair seems to be gone as well, leaving perfectly smooth and plump skin wherever you look. You look less suited for any high intensity exercised and more suited for lounging around in one place for an extended period of time. You feel your throat constrict, seeming to clamp up. You can still breathe, but as you open your mouth no words can come out. You try and vocalize something, but all that comes out is a low mooing noise. You clutch at your neck, trying to say anything, but every time all you can do is moo. ''You asked for this. Remember this.'' Your hands fall limply to your sides, puppeted by something you cannot see. You feel your mouth open on its own, like a nutcracker not in use. You try and move your body, but it's like trying to control a body far, far heavier than yours. Slowly you raise one of your arms, pushing through the dampened connections between your brain and the rest of your body. It's slimmer, almost petite. Unsuited for any labor at all. You stare at it, your mind slowly starting to fog. You aren't becoming... dumber, per se, but it's getting harder to have any cohesive thoughts at all. It's like you have to travel five times as far to get to the same destination. As you sit, you feel your ass start to expand. It's surprisingly comfortable, giving you a better cushion as you stay seated. A thought passes through your mind, that this would be the natural position you would be in for the rest of your life, and that the bigger the better. You smile softly as it grows more and more, threatening to spill past your chair. With your ass growing, your legs grow to match, thickening up into a cushion people can lie on with ease. Your thighs look as thick as pillows, and you can't help but want to rest your head down. Everything was so difficult, and you just wanted to relax and rest. You leaned back in your seat, watching the changes continue with little more than apathy in your mind. Why fight? This was what you wanted. You had your chance to back out, but this was clearly what you wanted. It was hard to even notice that your dick was gone. It just didn't matter all that much. On your chest, you feel liquid start to build up behind your nipples. Slowly, as if it was the least important thing in the world, you reach up and touch one. Instantly, a wave of pleasure floods through your body as you let out an involuntary moo. You pull your finger away, staring at it as if it contained the secrets of the universe. On it was a small droplet of milk. Why wouldn't it be there? You were a cow. Cows produce milk. Cows don't have to think or move, they just had to sit in the stalls and get milked. Didn't that sound so nice? No thoughts, no worries, just milk and moos. You watch in disinterest as your breasts balloon up, milk sloshing around in each one. You fall backwards, the chair disappearing from under you. You look around, slowly trying to figure out where you ended up. Was that a stall? Around you, you hear soft moos from yet-unseen stalls. A woman walks up to you, with short red hair and a pair of leather overalls. "So this is your fate. Shame, I liked your content. Don't worry girl, I'll take good care of you in the farm." It's hard to understand her, the words entering and exiting your head at the same time. "Moo?" You tilt your head slightly, trying to ascertain her meaning. She walks closer, placing a hand on your bare chest. You moan in delight as she starts milking you, the pressure slowly relieving itself. "Shh... Just listen to Mistress Stella. This is your new life, Draven." Your former name sparks some recognition in you. That was you, wasn't it? Dr. Aven? No, that didn't seem right. "Look at you, struggling to think. Just moo for me." You obeyed. (open-url: "https://cdn.donmai.us/sample/8a/88/__ouro_kronii_hololive_and_1_more_drawn_by_tommy_kingdukeee__sample-8a881d1050b17877aeea1d787c845e8d.jpg") Source: Kingdukeee