by muffinstud » Thu Aug 18, 2011 2:26 am
Dave cringes in his seat. The woman smirks and leans over him, trying so very hard to be seductive despite the little dollop of cream on her nose. "Does this make you uncomfortable, Dave? Knowing I have the power to do that to any man, at any time?" Dave grumbles, runs his hand under his seat and pulls out a staple. "No, I was sitting on this." He looks the woman squarely in the face with no emotion. "Oh. Not even a little?" She seems deflated. "Nope. And you've got something here." He reaches out and swipes the cream off her nose.
[Almost done with the transformations, folks! Just a liiiitle bit longer!]
Miki and Zoey
The mirror is by no means warped or broken. Jonathan's image is his perfect twin, while Michael... Michael does not look at all like the man he once was. His clothing drapes loosely over him, save where his large breasts push tightly against the fabric. He even has cleavage running up into his open collar. The voice he uses to state his disbelief is a higher pitch, and breathy. The sound makes him seem even more confused. As he stands, refuting the evidence of his eyes and bodily sensations, something audibly churns in Michael's stomach and the numbness between his legs fades. However, his nethers feel rather different than normal.
Victorious and Blindsense
Matt's voice no longer cracks, but it sounds much different. It's not so much higher in pitch as it is softer, gentler. The polite words he uses don't help any. His chest continues to itch and the window sill raises itself a few inches before stopping. The youth on the bench most definitely looks like a young woman, a lithe but athletic looking thing that's cuter by the minute.
Blaze
Frank's gasp is indeed a higher pitch. When next he speaks, it is with a distinctly female alto. His body, save for the ever more bulgy chest, looks thin and softly toned. His hips push out with a pop, and his guts wriggle and writhe within him. He can actually feel his undergarments getting more baggy in front.
Knight Errant
With his chest exposed, Sam's breasts form to be just that. There is no denying just what they are, their naked form still pushing out and getting more round and supple. The roundness of his exposed chest is matched by his hips rounding and pushing out against his pants, giving his upper body an hourglass shape. He feels an empty sensation in his lower gut.
Harri
Leon's height seems to have stabilized to be chest level with Harry. The itching in his chest fades, but it seems to be more sensitive and his shirt clings to it. It definitely looks puffy, and round too. Less visible is the sensation Leon has between his legs, a feeling of... nothing. He's not numb, he can still feel the fabric against his skin. There just doesn't seem to be anything there.
Nephilim
LSD can be ruled right out. Harry's faculties are as clear as crystal, despite the much younger and... prettier Leon before him. His suit jacket slips off one shoulder, revealing his soaked white shirt underneath. The white, wet fabric is stretching against something, pushing it out in a round and identifiable shape. The heavy feeling in his gut drops down, and he can feel and hear things slurping inside him behind his fly.
Zilla
George feels the feedback from his hands as he tugs and pulls at his chest. It hurts with a strange combination of sharp and dull pain usually reserved for a hit to his junk. The lumps are there to stay, and manhandling them like that definitely isn't going to help. In fact, they're getting larger at an increasing rate, and each lump is large enough to completely fill his hand. His crotch is still numb, but he can feel his butt stretching against his pants.
Mendo
If that was a rash on his chest, those were some killer hives. Two of them, to be exact, and growing outward. Despite their continued itchiness, the lumps on Matthew's chest are soft and sensitive to the touch. He still can't feel a thing below his belt, which is oddly pretty loose. His voice, the next time he speaks, comes out in a solid but much higher soprano.
Brnin8r
The bathroom doesn't answer Ed. Rather, it echoes the spray of the showerhead as it beats against the tile and Ed's soft looking skin. The warmth of the water soon brings a misty wetness to the air, making his long hair stick to his head and shoulders. The platinum colored strands reach all the way down to his back. The arm containing his bosom gets pushed out farther. His soaked underwear stretches to its limits against his hips as they make his waist look much thinner than before. It tries desperately to cling to a lump between his legs, but that vanishes beneath the fabric.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker
