New AR/AP/TG/BE story

[klyphlord]

Here comes another one.

His day started when everyone else?s was nearly over. He couldn?t help it though; over ten years of working at the same convenient store made him the graveyard worker. The boss trusted him above all other employees; the kind of trust a boss could exploit. His other co-workers had college or other training to fall back on, but not Gilbert.
Gilbert knew it was time to wake up when the sun was nearly down. He had the next two nights off, but his sleeping pattern stuck to him like rubber cement. He had little to do outside of his routine. He sat up in his makeshift cot that consisted of a pile of blankets laid on a wood board. His pillow was the jacket he wore.
As he got up the sense of claustrophobia set in with his awareness to the small studio he inhabited. His kitchen was a sink and a mini-fridge cramped in one corner. His living area was a stool parked close to his 12-inch TV. The tapestries Gilbert hung did little to make it homier; it just added to the despair already present in the ugly mint colored plaster that engulfed his room.
Gilbert sighed and pushed some trash from the takeout he had last night aside. He stood up and marched to the door in the far side and relieved himself. The bathroom was dingy and his upkeep of it only amplified the ugliness. He didn?t bother washing his hands as he went to the kitchen. There Gilbert smelled the glasses around his crowded sink and picked the cleanest one.
Gilbert filled it with water and quaffed tasting nothing but lead. He filled his glass again and rotated around in the direction of his stool. He lurched over and with a deep exhalation sat down. He reached for the remote and flipped on the TV.
Most of his life outside of work was like this. He never watched TV, just flipped through. He tried to concentrate on something other than being 28 without a degree, good job or a woman. He never really fretted too much to the few people he knew, but deep inside he was tormented. He would go out, but where? Gilbert knew no one to go out with; he dreaded being that creepy guy at the bar that flirts with all the waitresses and slowly nurses beer.
More often then not Gilbert would masturbate on his time off. He could twelve sometimes fifteen times a day. It was the only exercise he got besides lifting freight at work. If the thought would ever enter his mind he would turn to the wall of posters in his room and fantasize. This wall by his bed was covered in images of women, but not just any women. Gilbert wanted only the curviest of the curviest: Big tits, small waist and a big ass. He could never get enough and kept a fresh rotation of posters. He never let anyone come into this apartment lest they see it.
A rock hard boner was culminating in Gilberts pants. Gilbert sensed the urge and hit the power button on the remote, but the TV didn?t turn off. He tried it again thinking he missed, but it didn?t go off. Gilbert took careful aim and still it didn?t go off. Frustrated he stood up and took a couple steps toward. He pushed on the power button, nothing happened. He pushed with all his might cracking the casing of the TV, nothing still. He reached over to the plug and yanked it off; the TV was still on.
Gilbert raised an eyebrow at the possibilities. He slowly calculated, but to no avail (Gilbert knew next to nothing about electronics.) He decided to ignore it and walk over to his wall of shame. Gilbert pushed the tapestry aside and sat in his bed. There he pulled down his pants and rubbed his member when a voice boomed.
?Gilbert,? Gilbert fell to the ground at the resonating metallic voice. He looked around like a startled mere cat.
?Gilbert,? it was coming from the TV. Gilbert shook as he pulled the tapestry aside with the tips of his fingers. There was nothing but static.
?Gilbert, come over where I can see you!? Without thinking Gilbert sat up, pulled up his pants and walked towards the TV. He waited for what seemed to be an eternity.
?Gilbert, you will have the wish you?ve always wanted,? the voice distorted the static on the screen.
?What?? was all Gilbert could ask.
?For our purposes,? the voice, ?you?ll have what you?ve always wanted Gilbert. Look in the vent located above your sink.? Gilbert kept still, not even breathing. ?Get moving Gilbert!? The screech of the voice reverberated into his skull like a drill. Scared out of his mind he obeyed the command and opened the vent. There was nothing in the black void until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. There was a dim blue glow that could be seen. He groped around and touched something small, cold, and metallic. He brought it out of the shadowy place and into the light. It looked like a cylindrical laser pointer that you would keep on a keychain.
?This will help you,? the voice said, ?just point it at any human and you will get what you want.? Gilbert shuddered knowing that every move was watched.
?Who are you?? he asked in a weak tone. He dropped the pointer out of his trembling hands.
?I am someone who only wants to give you what you want.? Gilbert darted his head in all directions to look around for a camera. There had to be some way that he was being watched. ?Gilbert!? the voice screeched, ?I can promise you that if you keep wasting time you?ll regret it.?
Gilbert felt a corkscrew go up his spine. Why was this happening? Had he lost his mind? It seemed real enough. Maybe he was going schizo. Gilbert picked up the laser pointer again and analyzed it for a minute. Who placed this here? His thinking process was interrupted when the TV exploded. Gilbert stood there motionless without a thought entering his head besides terror.
Gilbert seemed to freeze there for only a minute, but thirty minutes had passed until a loud knock could be heard from his door. Suddenly the smell of smoke entered his nose and the sparks of the open circuits were in his eyes. Another knock woke him up back to reality; again he was aware of his surroundings. He was in his apartment and his TV just bursted.
The third knock made Gilbert tremble in fear. Who was behind that door? Part of him didn?t want to find out, but he felt compelled. Perhaps they were behind all this. He stepped light on his feet not making a sound as he approached the door. He grazed the knob with his fingertips and twisted it open faster than he thought he was capable.
A shriek on the other side startled him as he jumped in unison with the person on the other side. After awhile his senses caught up with him. It was a fellow tenant, Gladys Hershell. She was a skinny old woman with a heart of bitter stone. She wore a bright, ugly blue, knit sweater and shiny rayon pants; both were too baggy to be considered fashionable. Here wig of choice did little to cover her hairless head.
?What the hell is wrong with you?? Gladys screamed, ?You could?ve given me a heart attack!?
That would be a blessing, Gilbert thought. ?Sorry,? was all Gilbert could say.
?What is that smell? Is there a fire?!?
?No my TV just exploded.? Gilbert said surprising himself with his own calmness. He was still in shock to everything that had happened.
?It exploded?? Gladys was puzzled which made her even bitterer. ?Well get it out of here before the sprinklers go off!? she lurched forward screaming this in Gilbert?s face. He backed up and jerked and the instantaneous volume change emitted from Gladys. He had unknowingly squeezed the pointer towards Gladys.
In a minute moment beyond any mathematical calculation a tiny unperceivable beam of light and gone through Gladys sweater and into her shoulder. The biological matter became a conduit for the radiation going through her being. Little by little DNA strands were being altered causing the cells to mutate.
Gladys? liver spots were diminishing as she continued to huff and puff at Gilbert. She didn?t notice even when her blood cells gained elasticity helping their capability to hold more oxygen. Her body gained hydration softening her skin and smoothing out her wrinkles. Gilbert peered as he saw Gladys jump in height about an inch as her spine straightened. Gladys? was undeterred with her berating.
Gladys took a deep breath with her expanding lungs as the veins on her neck, hands and bare feet were masked by supple, healthy skin. She cleared her throat and her voice lost its unpleasant shrill. It now contained a sultry tone. Her face?s wrinkles and harsh creases were unfolding around her mouth and brow. She was no longer intimidating, but quite pleasing to look at in the eye.
Gilbert blinked twice and then a third time. Gladys kept screaming, but her gaunt face was not present there to scare him. Her lips and cheeks swelled with color. Her eyes attained a glassy look and her eyebrows her no longer scratchy. Strands of blonde hair were poking out from beneath her wig. Now, even though she was being disagreeable poorly, her face looked really hot. Gilbert began to smile at her face.
?Are you even listening to me! Are you deaf or just?ugh!? Gladys let out a yell as body tensed up the beam of light was still mutating her. Her uterus was growing but she had no room for it in her pelvis. ?Oh my god I got to sit down,? she pushed Gilbert aside and fumbled towards the chair in front of the TV. Gilbert smiled and closed the door as nasty thoughts entered his mind.
Gladys leaned on the chair and grunted wanting relief from the strain her body was experiencing. She exhaled a breath into a moan as she relaxed. Her pelvis stretched out wider causing her pants to hang less capaciously on her. Her flat cheeks felt pressure as mass pushed against them. Fat was draining from her slightly bulging gut and falling into her butt and thighs. Like a balloon her lower body filled up into a curvaceous fashion. Gladys? scrawny body gave way to a voluptuous one. Her pants clung tighter and sheen from the rayon exaggerated the tremendous convex of her hips, thighs and ass.
She stood up trying to steady herself with her new weight distribution. Her bubble butt stuck out from all angles. The roundness of her new form caused Gilbert to stiffen. He smiled and let out a grunt. He had never seen such a girl that was everything he needed, well almost.
Gladys panted a little and let out a sigh of relief, but tension was now building in her chest. It was getting harder to breath as the pressure was emitting from her rib cage to her nipples. Her areolas ached as they expanded and poked out. New sensitivity shot through her as fat pushed the nipples into her sweater further. The shape of her sweater distorted deliciously as her old saggy breasts grew out and firm. Soon there were B-cups that were hung subtly in her sweater. She was still choking under the weight of her chest until it was lifted in an instant. She gasped heavily and let the air fill her lungs as her breasts grew to D-cups sticking out of her sweater. The outline of her mammaries as well as her nipples was for all to see.
Gladys? body was complete and her alluring figure floated as she moved. Her tight clothes hugged every inch of her. Gilbert watched her flowing movements as she staggered with her new curves. She stumbled causing her wig to fall off. A rich blonde mane flew out. It was more than Gilbert could handle with Gladys? giant cheeks took turns shifting forward. One stuck out and rolled over to let the other stick out. Gladys gained her composure and finally turned her head around.
The pose was something out of a magazine. Her neck was turned showing her pretty face filled with ill content. As Gilbert?s eyes panned down he saw her tiny torso blast into her giant hips and globular ass supported by her thick thighs. Gilbert?s smile turned into something between lustful and animal.
?What are you grinning about?? Gladys asked. Gilbert didn?t respond he only approached and grabbed a handful of her generously proportioned ass. Gladys slapped his hand back, but Gilbert?s smile only grew. The animal was taking Gilbert over as rumble filled below his stomach an erection was brewing. ?Get a hold of yourself I?m three times your age!? Gladys?s shout was deafened by her supple face and round body. Gilbert could think of little else as he tried to seize her. Her soft, delicious body was demanding to be squeezed.
?NO!? Gladys pushed the stool between them and ran to the door joggling all the way. She opened and with a fast flounce she was down the hall. Gilbert could hear her squealing a little, possibly to someone else. Gilbert took hold of the laser pointer and went to her room. She was only a couple doors down the ragged hallway. She didn?t even bother shutting or locking the door behind her. Gilbert stepped through her portal and saw the newly formed Gladys talking to another old lady. Neither of them seemed to notice he was there.
?Is that you Gladys?? the other woman asked. She was elderly and wore an emerald dress that brought out her eyes. She was tall for an old lady; she was a couple inches taller than Gilbert. Her semi-red hair was in a bun.
?Yes Deborah!? Gladys gasped as the seam of the seat of her pants divided her cheeks. The radiation was now finished with the biological material and now was beginning to work its way to the inorganic material wrapped around Gladys. Slowly but surely the fabric was being modified one strand at a time.
?But how?? Deborah raised an eyebrow.
Before Gladys could answer she moaned as her purple pants tightened further against her crotch causing a bit of camel toe. She pulled at her crotch with a puzzled look, not knowing her clothes were shifting. Gilbert smiled and hit Deborah with the laser pointer. Carefully he closed the door and locked it without making a sound.
Deborah?s was body was changing when Gladys? knees buckled slightly from the intense pleasure she was feeling. Deborah helped Gladys back up to her feet and sat her down trying to calm both of them down. Deborah?s skin firmed up as she shrank down four inches. The blood flowed faster through her veins as her energy level shot up. She was wondering about her dress?s new found slack when she was startled to see a man standing right there and screamed silently.
Without a word Gilbert took a step toward Deborah as her nose shrank and lips swelled. With another step Deborah?s hair gained color and strained against the bun. Gilbert approached closer and Deborah felt her insides cramping up. She backed away leaving Gladys undefended. Gilbert jumped on top of Gladys and began to wrestle with her.
First Gilbert pressed his erection against Gladys as she moaned and her collar dipped down revealing cleavage. Gilbert pinned her and licked the tops of her breasts as her pant legs went up to knees. Deborah stood there and watched Gilbert squeeze Gladys?s giant purple ass. Her own underwear strained a little as her hips and ass inflated to dimensions similar to Gladys?s. Gilbert continued his assault on Gladys as she tried to buck him off, but he stayed on and her sleeves traveled past her forearms.
Deborah saw her friend?s resistance ebbing like her clothes and gasped in shock. As she held her breath twin mounds grew out of distorting the shape of her dress. Her figure and texture of skin was very similar to Gladys?s who was currently sweating heavily. The glossy sheen was a good look for her strong thick body especially with strands of hair sticking to her forehead. Gilbert clinched Gladys?s hips and shoved his boner into her rayon camel toe. Gladys squealed and the neckline dipped lower past the bottoms of her breasts now the darkened edges of her areolas were showing.
Deborah couldn?t stand and let her friend be raped; with a new boost of energy and figure she grabbed Gilbert by the neck. She wrenched until Gilbert fell backwards freeing Gladys. Without a second thought she straddled him and held his arms down. Deborah turned over to Gladys, ?Gladys, call the police!? Deborah looked to see if Gladys heard her, but something rock hard moved right under her love nest.
A growling laugh came from Gilbert as the rock hard thing pulsed against Deborah?s crotch. She didn?t realize the position she had put herself in. No matter, she thought, I?ll just hold him down until the cops arrive and ugh?Her thought was interrupted by a wave of pleasure emanating from her crotch. Deborah?s dress started wrapping itself tighter around her bulbous figure. As she kept the pin on him she felt strands of her hair whipping out of her bright red bun. She started to moan as the pleasure intensified. Her collar grew down revealing the yielding tops of her floating, twin spheres.
Deborah?s legs began to shiver when she turned around. Gladys hadn?t even moved she just laid there staring at the ceiling. ?Gladys! Get up before?oh,? her exclamation disintegrated into a moan. Gilbert had pulsed his cock and Deborah couldn?t take the ride anymore; she fell off Gilbert onto her back. She rotated around to all fours and leaned over Gladys.
?Gladys,? she waved her hand in front of her, ?Gladys?ow!? Gilbert had gotten up looking at Deborah?s gargantuan butt and gave it a swat. The hem of her skirt shot up to her knees. Gilbert pushed both of them on there backs and started to stroke their soft, voluptuous bodies all over. Deborah managed to keep his left hand at bay, but Gladys didn?t put up much of a fight; only responding with varying degrees of moans shudders.
Gladys?s purple pant legs receded no longer covering her thick feminine thighs. Elastic bands manifested around the legs and clenched to her hips and ass firmly. She was now wearing purple, shiny panties. Gilbert left Deborah alone and started squeezing and rubbing Gladys with both of his hands. She jolted and wailed with intense pleasure as the hem of her shirt raised past her belly button and soft, flat stomach. The sleeves and shoulders dwindled to thin straps as the shirt began to separate into two cups.
Deborah couldn?t believe her former dignified friend was now degenerated into an underwear model. Gladys was now wearing a bright turquoise bra that meshed well with her panties. Gilbert undid the newly formed clasp and released the giant mammaries. Gladys started bucking her hips furiously as her Gilbert mouthed and teethed her nipples. Gilbert fumbled off his own clothes to complete nudity and began moving his mouth all over her body. He bit down on the waist of her panties and yanked them off her legs.
Deborah tried to stop it but found her body was paralyzed from intense pleasure. She saw Gladys?s face contort with pleasure as Gilbert entered into her moist pussy. Her naked body jiggled like firm jelly as she bobbed up and down. Fear grew inside of Deborah as she felt her skirt climb up her thighs. Gilbert looked over with sweat glistened face and smiled at Deborah. A cold shiver ran down her spine as her skirt went up past her crotch, showing of some her green, satin panties. Deborah?s red mane fell out of her bun. She started to pant heavy expecting the same fate.
Gilbert kept pushing against Gladys harder and harder each time bringing her closer to a climax. Gilbert grunted like a wild animal thrusting into her with vigor. Finally, her back arched she screamed to a defeaning volume for an extended period of time and then fell back eyes closed. Gilbert pulled out his cock with a moist pop, it was still rock hard. He maneuvered over Deborah and started to rub her all over.
Deborah?s dress climbed up past her stomach showing all of her panties. Gilbert grabbed at her groin and started to grope her nether regions. She bit her lip trying not to moan, but the intensity was too much and she felt her face twist as a cacophony of moans burst through her mouth. Gilbert pulled of her panties raising her legs over her head and placed his cock into her. The whole room moved side to side like a rocky boat. The earth was moving under her body. Gilbert had placed all his strength inside Deborah?s pussy. A fire enraptured her whole body and then she fell asleep.
Gilbert had just pumped two loads and was entirely spent. He lazily pushed the women together and slept on his hot, sweaty, malleable bed.
Gilbert awoke with a pain in his gut. He was hungrier than he ever knew. He looked around not seeing his two female companions. Only their underwear was all that was left. His rumbling stomach kept him from wondering anything other than what there was to eat. He callously went through the woman?s kitchen and found nothing but canned goods. Don?t they have real food, he asked no one in particular.
Behind one broken cupboard was a Costco-sized box of granola bars. Gilbert finished off a dozen of them before he was content. Another sensation hit him, an erection was brewing. He didn?t know how long he?d been out and he didn?t care. Something changed in him, he felt like he was on the prowl. It didn?t matter to him that he might be needed at work, or that he just transformed his neighbor into a beautiful woman and fucked her raw.
Gilbert was no longer the same mild-mannered person that dribbled through life. Things were going to change, but first thing was first: he needed some pussy. He got dressed cramming his woody into his rigid jeans and picked up the laser pointer. Who?s next, Gilbert pondered. He looked out of the eyehole onto the door and saw nothing in the hallway. Slowly he opened the door and shut it behind him. His apartment door down the hall was still open.
Gilbert walked down until he heard something on the other side. Carefully he snuck over to the edge of the door frame and peered around the corner. It was Desiree; the annoying neighbor kid who Gilbert was convinced was a child of some entity beyond evil. Desiree would always knock on his door during the day and leave, throw colored dye into his laundry when he wasn?t looking or sneaking into his place steal money. He now caught her, but he knew that her fat-ass mom was going to do anything.
Gilbert slowly stepped in shooting her with the laser pointer and shutting the door loud. Desiree jumped and whipped around. Gilbert locked the door, ?what are you doing?? Desiree was slightly startled.
With a mousy tone she replied, ?Looking at your busted TV.? She fidgeted as she grew an inch in height. Desiree looked around trying to figure out why everything seemed little smaller.
?You come here now.? Gilbert demanded with a smile.
?Make me!? Desiree retorted. She smiled until she felt her muscles stretch. Her legs, torso and arms started to lengthen as her height increased. Baby fat started to drain from her face. More adult look was taking her over except for her clothes that were way too small for her frame. Her pelvis began to bulge out a little. The side stitching of her cargo shorts started to creak. Her legs filled out to support the growing pelvis. ?What?s happening?? Desiree screamed as her butt jutted out the seat of her pants tugging at her button fly. As her hips and ass grew to tremendous proportions her top button popped free and flew across the room. A pink elastic waist band hopped out.
?My undies are showing!? Desiree screamed as the zipper flew down and started to tear under her crotch and up to her crack. Her shorts split into two pieces of fabric and slid down her legs exposing her pink thong. Desiree was beginning to feel all sorts of weird sensations as her nipples tingled. They poked out of her vertically striped shirt and soon mounds of fat pushed against them tearing at her shoulder seems. Her shirt split and slid to the floor.
Desiree was no longer the boyish little girl but a voluptuous brunette with porn star endowments. Her massive curvy body beckoned to Gilbert as he ran towards her. Desiree was lifted onto the ground and laid on a dirty pile of clothes. He began to lick, grope and fondle Desiree with ferocity.
?Hey that tickles,? Desiree giggled. Her giggles grew longer into breathy laughs and then into ululations as Gilbert poked a finger into her panty clad crotch. Desiree pulled him in feeling euphoric. Finally, Gilbert freed her of her thong with a mighty pull. Desiree shuddered as the fabric grazed her between her inner thighs, ass cheeks and pussy lips. Gilbert unfastened his pants and stabbed his rock hard member into Desiree?s wet fleshy mound. She howled beautifully as the motion started faster and faster and with more dynamic syncopation. She twisted and writhed as a massive wave of pleasure emerged from between her legs and encompassed her entire body. After hours of excitement they both passed out.
Gilbert awoken finding his pants unfastened and the girl gone. Night had fallen and Gilbert was hungry again. He went over to his fridge, zipping his pants, and found some Chinese take out that wasn?t completely spoiled. He finished it without tasting anything. He was still hungry and everything in his apartment was too moldy to eat. With a sigh he reached into his pants and pulled out his weathered wallet. Fortunately, he had a little money; coffee and donuts sounded good at that moment. He put on his jacket, put the laser pointer in the pocket and stepped out into the hallway. He couldn?t hear anything over his stomach and hardly remembered the walk to the donut shop.
Gilbert walked in noticing that there was no one in the store but the cashier. The place?s batter smelled like ambrosia and his stomach didn?t waist anytime in letting him know how hungry it was. With a pained attempt he haltily ordered a dozen donuts and a large coffee. He sat at on of the tiny peach tables and ate his food like a starved cannibal. The pimply-faced cashier just looked at him in shock. When he downed his coffee he felt an erection coming on. He still had the laser pointer and was considering using it on the cashier until he saw the security camera. He pretended to nurse his coffee plotting his next victim, but his horniness was pressing the issue. He was about to give in and zap him when something wicked came his way.
The door chime alerted him to something more promising. Sgt. Charles Miller, a badge heavy cop. Gilbert had many run-ins with this guy. Sgt. Miller was the type to harass anyone and everyone. His moustached smile hid something more sinister prerogative. Whenever he walked into his shop he would berate Gilbert no matter what he tried to do to help him. This situation was no different Miller was already on the offensive ordering his food with an angry tone and complaining that the clerk wasn?t getting his order to him fast enough. With a sneer he paid his money and waddled out his portly, resentful self out the door.
Gilbert remembered what the voice from the television said, any human. He crossed his fingers and leapt after him. He pulled out the laser pointer and fired at the man. He kept waddling over to his car. Gilbert needed a reason for him to stop. This part of town was fairly isolated so maybe he would do it here.
?Hey dickwad,? Gilbert was hoping that this would work.
The officer turned slowly still holding his purchased goods, ?excuse me??
?You?re the one who comes to my store and acts like a complete asshole, right??
Officer Miller clenched his fist as pressure expanded throughout his whole body. The light was beginning to work its magic on him. He placed his dozen donuts on the hood and started to walk over. ?You got a problem with authority?? his eyes burst from a blue intimidating stare into a brown inviting smile.
?Just yours,? Gilbert said when the police man shot up an inch in height stretching his uniform?s fibers a little as he marched over to Gilbert.
?I know you,? the police man said with a sneer gaining another inch in height, ?you?re that clerk?ugh.? The cop stopped dead in his track as he felt his gut rumbled in an unfamiliar way. His skin started to squeeze him all over as the rugged, aged texture of his skin polished into supple, soft skin. ?What?s happening?? His dick waned as a vertical crease engulfed his genatalia. With a gooey feeling the crease grew into a hole that swallowed his shaft and balls completely.
Officer Charlotte felt the flow of testosterone stop short no longer supporting her masculine form. Estrogen started to take over her body as her, clitoris, uterus and ovaries formed from the raw material that was her penis. Her moustache dropped off like pine needles of a dead evergreen. The tingle above her lip went down to her mouth causing her lips to ripen and her jaw line to decrease. The rest of her cranium began to shape itself into a delicate nature as the fat drained from her face showing high cheekbones, a faint brow and a cute, little button nose.
Sgt. Miller reached down to feel her new equipment and tried to scream, but her throat was constricted as skin forced down her larynx. She gasped and coughed her manly voice away. There was nothing left but a gentle female tone. Her pants began to slide down a little, but she was quick to act and grasped at her belt. Her bloated form concaved in the middle as excess fat was being pushed below and above her waist. She was looking less like a bowling ball and more like a bowling pin. Her hips were pulled out as her pelvis grew allowing more fat to accumulate on her posterior?s frame.
Charlotte?s nipples tingled as fat drained right into her developing mammaries. In seconds perky E-cups pushed against the chest of her shirt giving a delectable curved shape. Her body was now completely that of a well endowed underwear model. She struggled to find her center and then saw Gilbert?s smirk.
?What are looking at?? she screamed trying to sound intimidating, but only accomplishing in sounding cute.
?One really bangin? bitch cop,? Gilbert nodded so hard his neck cracked.
?How dare you say that,? she continued moving those soft lips, ?sexually harassing an officer is a misdemeanor.? Charlotte?s uniform was constricting her tauter and tauter around her malleable form hugging every massive curve. Now every jiggle of her body could be seen through her clothes, fortunately she no longer had to hold her belt. She walked over as a black strand of curly hair poked out from under her hat and pulled out a pad and pencil. She was still trying to control the situation regardless of what had just happened.
Gilbert focused on her large tits bouncing as she scribbled out the citation when she was finished she handed it to him and staggered. Her flat shoes spiked out heels pushing her bulky butt even tighter against her pants; now divide in the middle was obvious. Gilbert took it smiling and waited for her to turn around.
?Let that be a lesson to you,? Charlotte said triumphantly. As she turned around she was not aware how dynamic her sashay was. The swing of her hips pushed each of her cheeks against her pants enticingly. It was hard to take her seriously. Gilbert took a step in and slid a finger in the fold in the seat of her pants.
She gasped and arched her back forcing her whopping mammaries against the top three buttons of her shirt. The buttons lost the threading around them and fell to the ground revealing Officer Charlotte?s deep cleavage.
?Excuse me?? Charlotte yelled wheeling around. She raised an eyebrow with her new made up face.
?I?m sorry did you say something I was too busy staring at your tits,? Gilbert said never breaking eye contact from her pillowy cleavage. Charlotte put her dainty nail polished hands on her huge hips trying to look scary, but the pose looked to sexy. ?How about a kiss?? Gilbert asked taking a step closer.
?Stand back,? she said pulling out her gun, ?and put your hands in the air!? Her pant legs started to hike up showing the majority of her well toned calf. ?You are under arrest??
?You can?t do that,? Gilbert interrupted, ?I don?t think you?re a cop!?
?What do you mean?? Gilbert took another step, ?Don?t or I?ll?? Charlotte pulled the trigger and a pop was heard. It exploded into glitter that clung to her face and uniform.
?I knew you weren?t a cop,? Gilbert said, ?That?s just a costume.? He lunged at her grabbed her soft vulnerable body. Moans escaped from her lips as Gilbert groped all over. He finally propped her up against a wall and started to rub her clit through her pants. Her hips bucked trying to fight it but the finger was getting deeper through the material. Her pant legs climbed up to her crotch and ass when she managed to kick herself lose.
?I?m an officer of the law,? Charlotte said in between gasps, ?and you?ll do as I say.? With that the belt fell to pieces as her hot pants changed into blue silk panties. Her eyes went wide as she saw her new undies and then she looked up and saw Gilbert drool. As the reality set in her hat fell off as black curly hair exploded from it. She now looked like an underwear model.
In an attempt to regain some composure she bent down to pick up her hat that fell behind her. The two giant mounds faced Gilbert and it didn?t take him long to respond. He wrapped his arms around her and force his boner against her vagina. ?Get off of me,? she squealed as her lips moistened. Gilbert moved his grip up and groped hard on her soft, giant, firm breasts. ?No,? she said as her knees began to cave from her excitement. She bent over further trying to balance herself giving Gilbert a better angle to thrust. With one giant leap Gilbert put all of his muscle straight into her coot. She jumped and yelped and pushed against Gilbert freeing herself again.
She landed with a massive jiggle and almost collapsed fully on the floor. Charlotte stood there staring at Gilbert with her blue panties and her too tight uniform shirt. She felt the collars slid up her forearms and up her elbows. The hem rode up a little showing her small waist and the top most fastened button strained a little. She looked at her dwindling uniform and then at the perverted smile of Gilbert. She stood frozen in horror and then a chill went down her spine when she felt the fabric of her panties shift.
Her underwear clung tighter against her cheeks and the legholes dilated letting out the very bottom of the cheeks. The ass started falling out as the seat crept into the bottom. Soon the fabric divide her cheeks further out and more of the flesh from her behind could be seen as it waned and soon she was wearing a blue thong. ?Oh no,? Charlotte said shivering both from fear and sexual excitement. Her body wasn?t responding in the appropriate way anymore with every advance she felt more tempted to give Gilbert everything.
The tension was thick like her curves. Watching the fat on her body wiggle was driving Gilbert crazy, but he wanted to drag this out. ?Please don?t?? Charlotte was interrupted by her buttons snapping off. Her sleeves and collar turned to thin straps and her badge dropped to the ground. The cloth of her shirt changed into softer material no longer hiding her massive nipples that stuck out. She now wore a matching bra, thong and heels.
Charlotte was no longer an officer but a buxom babe in heat. Gilbert reached his hand out in groping motion. Charlotte took a step back and jiggled a bit. She saw her car in the corner of her eye and thought to run. Gilbert reached out a hand this time grazing the retreating Charlotte?s stomach. Tingles dispersed through her body causing her nipples to stiffen more. Gilbert grabbed a hold of Charlotte?s bra. She leapt back while the bra remained in Gilbert?s hand. More tingles shot through her body and her pussy moistened as her gigantic breasts and nipples wriggled free in the air. In total fear she ran for it cupping her breasts in her hands.
Gilbert saw Charlotte try to run, but she could only sway with haste. Her giant breasts bounced up and down, her mammoth thong clad ass moved side to side and her body glistened with sweat. Gilbert only had to jog to close the distance and slammed her against the hood of the car; her breasts absorbed all of the shock. He unfastened his pants and ripped of her panties.
He spanked her a couple of times to watch her ass wobble and then poked her pussy with his member. She could only moan as all the excitement washed over her. She felt something hard press up against her then it was sliding into her. New sensations felt her entire body as the movement inside her grew more rapid and dynamic. Her moans grew louder and louder until something came to her muscles. It was slow at first and then washed over all of her like a tidal wave of euphoria. Charlotte?s whole body spasmed and then she went limp.
Gilbert felt a little woozy after his last triumph. He opened the car door and put both of them in the back. There they laid down. Gilbert felt happy with the way the officer had turned out there was so much firm, soft flesh to hold and she was so warm to the touch. After some excited groping he finally fell asleep.
Gilbert didn?t know there had been someone watching this latest turn of event. Gilbert?s arrogance had made him careless; dispatching a cop in such a unique way would grab attention, especially if it is done out on the streets. The cashier had wondered what all the excitement was outside of his store. There had been so much yelling. He silently opened the door and turned the corner to see the two arguing. He thought that the cop had it handled until he became a she.
The cashier didn?t like the cop terribly much and didn?t mind him not being there, but to see what he had become gave him ideas. He was scared and a little skeptical of what he just saw, however, he did see the laser pointer. If he could grab it he would know for sure. He was about to come out of the dark corner when he heard a sound. He ducked with great celerity further into the shadows.
Two men in trench coats came into the light by the patrol car. They both were making sounds but they were nothing intelligible or even human. Their faces could not be seen but something in the way they moved had an inhuman grace. They opened the car and took Gilbert and the newly formed women out of the car and placed them in two giant black bags. With impossible strength they carried them like feathers. When they got to the edge of the shadow they disappeared.
The cashier of the donut shop was determined to find out. He had met Gilbert several times at his work and he knew he lived close by. With a little work he was confident he could find out how he did it and who they were. He just had to bide his time.

[Prof_Sai]

Every word of that story has been published before!

[LostTank]

lol?

Originally Posted by Prof_Sai

Every word of that story has been published before!

But not in that order right?

Well, I have a more original story then...

One day Belznar McViddleschid went blogmogglewoooorooring. He tripped over a large omnipoppidippity. He had seen one so Woooooooocaggggy before.

No, seriously, an ambitious story that I will have to read in more detail later.

I hope I have time to RP tonight. But right now, I'm just popping around quickly to make trouble.

haha

Originally Posted by Prof_Sai

Every word of that story has been published before!

Deary me, it made me groan but i did enjoy the joke.

Good story by the way.

[klyphlord]

Well, I'm glad that I could have a humorous prelude to bless my story. Thank you for the laughs and the feedback. Please, I do ask that if you give feedback I wish to hear something beyond "good story". Don't get me wrong; I'm glad to know that my stories are enjoyed. What would be more helpful is tell me what did work and what didn't. Again thank you for the feedback.

[cyero]

Good job, my one complaint is that everything except the hair is alike on the changed. A bit of variety would be good.

[MetalGuyver]

Originally Posted by Prof_Sai

Every word of that story has been published before!

Best 3rd Rock from the Sun Joke, ever!


As for the story, interesting read...though could use spacing and indents...though I know forums can be funky that way.

[klyphlord]

You are right that all the transformations are the same, but if you look at every story; you'll notice I make them into unrealistic women that could only exist on magazine covers like, American Curves, Penthouse, Playboy, or Buttman. That is my personal taste. Perhaps, I could change it up a bit. Thanks for the feed back.