Setback

Image Description: A heavily pregnant woman with long blonde hair stands with a large barbell over her shoulders. She is wearing a pink-and-gray sports bra and black exercise shorts with pink piping, and she's looking at the camera.

Caption: Geoff Shaw stood on the stage at the World's Strongest Man competition, ready to accept the award he'd worked toward his entire life. A moment later, he was sitting on a toilet, looking down at a positive pregnancy test and a very different body. On the news, they called it the Great Shift, but Geoff just called it a setback. Seven months later, Geoff certainly wasn't in world-class shape, but it was a start.

He made it to the stage once before, and she'd do it again.

Sensitivity

Image Description: A woman leans against an old stove, clutching a pair of lacy red panties, with a lusty expression on her face. She has short brown hair and is naked except for her shiny black high heels. The camera looks up at her from the floor.

Caption: “Oh, God, sorry for knocking you over like that. I was just so...excited that you’re home.

“No, there haven’t been any...changes. I tried on as much as I could, but my skin’s just so sensitive now. Even stuff that should be really soft feels like...hot sandpaper. I just tried these panties, but it’s even worse when it touches my...you know. And that’s when you came in.

“Shoes? Oh, right, these, Well you saw how my feet were earlier, how they won’t go flat. These took some of the weight off my toes, and they actually don’t hurt to wear. I forgot I had them on, actually. Best shoes I’ve ever worn. They make me feel really...really good.”

“What? Sorry, I zoned out there. Did you learn anything at the lab?

“Oh. Well, I’m sure you’ll come up with something tomorrow. I...I think I can handle one more day.”

“Other effects? Well...I don’t know if it’s just the sensitivity or what, but...I’m feeling really...really horny. It’s so embarrassing to say, but I’ve...well, I’ve masturbated like twenty times since you left earlier. Twentyish, I guess...it’s easy to lose count as a girl. Like, do I go by the number of orgasms? It was so much easier to keep track as a guy. Just rub that hard, thick cock over and over on the head and shaft and cradle the balls just right until it spurts hot, delicious cum onto my tits and face, and...oh, oh God, I can’t believe...

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been thinking about dick so much today. At first I thought I just missed being a guy, but it’s not. It’s...I want cock. Need it. And I just thought, as long as I’m...like this, and you’re here, maybe you could let me use yours? Just...let me keep the shoes on, okay?”

Commentary: Hope you like having a more explicitly erotic one now and then.

Changing Storms: Dad Jokes

Image Description: A naked woman with long blonde hair leans over an outdoor grill in a fenced-in yard, with one hand grabbing her own butt.

Caption: The changing storm passed over pretty quickly while most of use were inside. Unfortunately, Dad was out setting up the grill.

"Looks like I'm out of kielbasa," he said with a smile. "But I've got plenty of buns!"

I guess the rain didn't dampen his spirits.

No More Man-Boobs

Image Description: A naked woman with long blonde hair leans back in a sauna, holding her large breasts as she tilts her head backwards.

Caption: I've always been unhappy with my weight, so I finally joined a gym. I even hired a trainer.

"Use the sauna," she said. "It'll make the pounds melt right off. It's like magic."

She was right, of course, and I can't say that it didn't work. It's just that I joined specifically to get rid of my man-boobs, and this wasn't quite what I had in mind.

Master PC: Found Out

Image Description: A slim woman with wavy, shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair steps out of a nice car, dressed only in a necklace, thigh-high black stockings and velvety black high-heeled shoes. She has smoky eye makeup, green fingernails, and pierced nipples.

Caption: “Shit shit shit!” Gavin shouted in a voice that was becoming uncomfortably familiar. The cracking in his normal baritone was the first sign that something had gone horribly wrong. When he noticed the bright green finish on his nails, he made a hasty exit from the fundraiser and ran to his car, faceplanting halfway across the lot.

If there were any doubt left in his mind about what was happening, it vanished when he saw that his Italian leather shoes had become a pair of velvety black five-inch heels. The very same kind of heels that his wife had been wearing for the past month. She must have found the Master PC program, must have realized all the little changes he’d been making to her, and now she was getting her revenge. He scrambled to his feet and climbed into the car.

He couldn’t drive too quickly, not with the way his heels kept slipping off the pedal. He could taste fresh gloss on his lips, and could only imagine how ridiculous he looked. As if on cue, that’s when his clothes started disappearing. His tuxedo vanished, piece by piece, until he was left in just a bowtie and his socks—and the heels, of course. He prayed he wouldn’t get pulled over like this.

So far all the changes were cosmetic. Even as his socks crept up his legs into a pair of black stockings, even as his bowtie turned into a gaudy necklace, Gavin knew he could handle the minor alterations.

His heart sank when he had to pull over and adjust his seat, having suddenly become too short to see over the dash. His muscles shrank like deflated balloons, leaving him thinner than he could remember being since childhood. He drove faster, trying to ignore the places where his body was now starting to grow. His naked ass squealed against the leather seat as it expanded, and his budding breasts bounced uncomfortably with every bump in the road.

He nearly swerved into a tree when the two cold metal studs pierced his nipples.

As he pulled into the drive, Gavin felt the last bit of his manhood shrinking away. He opened the car door, hoping he could talk some sense into her.

And hoping that she hadn’t found the Save Changes button.

Cursed Locker

Image Description: A naked woman with long brown hair looks down at her large breasts as she's standing halfway in a locker.

Caption: "Ugh, frickin' Randy! First he takes my towel, then he shoves me in this locker, and now it looks like I've turned into a hot girl! Argh! I swear I'm gonna fuck that guy so hard! And then I'll shove him into this locker and see how she likes it!"

Pregnancy Wave: Sold Out

Image Description: Four pregnant women stand in a tight group. All four wear sunglasses and have long, dark hair, and three of them in ponytails. The one on the left is wearing a pink bra top and pink-and-turquoise leggings, the next wears a black sports bra and gray spandex shorts, the third has a black-and-white patterned sports bra and a pair of dark gray short shorts, and the fourth has a gray sports bra and gray shorts.

Caption: The Pregnancy Wave hit hard, transforming 80% of the population in affected areas into women at various stages of pregnancy. Simon and his pals here slept through the wave after a night of heavy drinking, so they were late to discover its first unexpected consequence: sold-out maternity clothing departments.

Needless to say, it was the last time any of them would be drinking—or sleeping through the night—for a while.

Commentary: The Pregnancy Wave is a bit of an homage to some things that Mindi Flyth has done. Hopefully I'll get to come back to it at some point!

Changing Storms: Recaptured Youth

Image Description: A naked couple kisses in the rain in the middle of a street under an umbrella. The man, on the left, has tattoos across his back and calves, and the woman has tan lines. They are facing away from the camera.

Caption: Gertrude and Roscoe had been married fifty years. Even though their wild youth was long past, they thanked the heavens for every new day. They also thanked the heavens for today's changing storm, and the opportunity it gave them to relive some of the more adventurous times of their life together.

Commentary: It's nice to have a sweet one now and then.

Caught the Glow

Image Description: A woman with long brown hair looks lustily at the camera, holding her naked breasts with one hand, while another is touching her thigh. A bright white light is shining from between her legs.

Caption: "Oh god, Greg, you were right. I...uhhhn...shouldn't have gone home with that girl last night. Ohhh...But she was so hot, mmmm, and so ready to go. Now I feel weird, so hot, so...so empty. God, ahh! I need you. I need you to fill me up, Greg, please!

40-Lust

Image Description: A young woman with short blonde hair is playing tennis on a clay court, wearing only a pair of tennis shoes. She's holding a racket and looking over the net toward the camera.

Caption: I challenged Trevor to a tennis match, with just a little wager on the table. Loser has to be the winner’s sexy nympho girlfriend for a month. Easy, right? I mean, Trevor’s failing Transformation Magic 101. But I guess he spends his study time on the tennis court instead, and now I’m losing 40-lust.

I mean love!

Like how much I love Trevor and his big, meaty—oh shoot, there goes another. Whoopsie!

I guess that’s game, sex, and match!

Commentary: I love the "transformation by wager" trope.

The Signal

Image Description: A naked brunette woman stands in a dark room, in front of a circular fan. She is shining a bright white light into the camera from her hand, as her other hand is held under her large breasts.

Caption: That’s right, stare into the light. Can you feel it? The light enters your eye, focused by your lens onto your retina, where it’s converted into signals for your brain to interpret. And for the nanites swarming your system, which interpret it as an activation signal. Can you feel them swimming around your brain, rearranging key synapses, triggering neurotransmitter and hormone production? I can tell that you’re feeling something. Warmth, right? Tingling throughout your body? A strange sense of serenity or floating? That’s to be expected. It’s how the nanites prepare you for stage two. I know what you’ve heard about us, but we really don’t want you to feel any discomfort. We want to make you the best you can be.

You might feel some itching; it’s a side-effect of the folicular manipulation. The paralytics in your system won’t let you scratch it, but that’s for the best. Your skin’s already much more sensitive and delicate, you wouldn’t want to damage it. Look on the bright side: you’ll never have to worry about shaving again—anywhere. It’s one of the perks.

It’s kind of funny: of all the changes your body’s going through, the only one you really feel is the hair. You probably haven’t noticed the nanites reconstructing your bones. You’ll have some trouble reaching the top shelf now, but they needed that extra mass for your hips and that perfect little heart-shaped derrière. You’ve got such a nice hourglass figure already. I’m actually a little jealous.

Oh, I almost forgot, those wide hips mean you’re already into stage three, secondary sex characteristics. You might feel flushed, maybe some shortness of breath as the hormones do their thing. Don’t be embarrassed if you experience some sexual arousal during this stage. We’re compressing years of puberty into a few short minutes, so it’s bound to happen. Why, watching your little buds grow into such proud breasts is even turning me on a little. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to feel them later.

Breathing heavy? That means stage four is starting. The nanites have assembled in your abdomen, and they’re stimulating tissue growth for your new internal organs. You can probably feel that rush of blood to your genitals, as the nanites do their most intricate work. They’re repurposing that external tissue, compressing and multiplying those nerve endings. It’s numb now, but when they’re done you’ll be in the top percentile of human erogenous sensitivity, another little perk for our patients.

When I turn off the light, the nanites will go dormant. You’ll shed them in the next few weeks, and—well, we’ll cover that in orientation tomorrow. For the rest of tonight, I think I’ll leave you alone to get in touch with your new feelings.

Commentary: I haven't done a word count, but I think this is my longest one to date. It's also one of the few where I put the reader in the transformee's shoes. Hope you enjoyed it, and let me know if the nanites got their signal.

More Wishes

Image Description: A woman with long, dark brown hair stands in a room full of clay vases and jars, stacked up high, leaning on one stack and holding a clay jar in one hand. She is topless, with a white pendant necklace and a beige wrap skirt around her bottom half.

Caption: In hindsight, it was a classic blunder.

We all know the story: magic urn, genie, three wishes. So of course I wished for a beautiful woman who’d never leave, and of course the genie changed me.

But I wasn’t about to waste wishes trying to get back to normal, not when the genie was so clear about wishing for more wishes.

So my second wish was for knowledge and intellect, enough to outsmart even the cleverest genie.

That made my last wish simple. Maybe I couldn’t wish for more wishes, but I could wish for more magic urns.

Now, where to begin?

Body Sculptors: Chiseled

Image Description: A naked woman lies on a massage table, looking up at the camera with a smile on her face. She has tanned skin and long brown hair, and a towel draped across her thighs just below her shaved crotch. Two hands reach in from behind her head, massaging her large breasts.

Caption: When I first started visiting Body Sculptors, I figured it’d be an easy way to get cut, you
know, totally chiseled muscles, like a body-builder. Turns out it costs way more to add on that kind of mass, unless I wanted to be the world’s buffest little person. So I told ‘em to make me as hot as possible with the body mass I already had.

This wasn’t quite what I had in mind.

But it’s been really great. I have a much better job than I did in my old dumpy body, enough to come in for these regular touch-ups. At first I was still planning to save up for that bodybuilder physique, but now I’m not so sure.

I mean, I still want to have a totally chiseled body. I just want it on top of me.

Commentary: I like the idea of Body Sculptors, so if anyone happens to find any more pictures that might fit, send them my way!