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[jigglypuff]

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Curious Slumber Party by Jigglypuff


The office was humming along in the usual way for a 2pm on a Wednesday. From the mazes of cubicles you could hear the clatter of many keyboards and the huddled conversations in Media Bright, one of the largest advertising media agencies in New York City. Heather Sheen was walking through the corridors, shielded from view by the high gray walls of the cube farms. She carried several bags which contained her work laptop and various folders filled with important paperwork and reams of data. This was the last time Heather would be walking through these offices for some time. Today she'll be starting a two-month long stint working from home, one guaranteed to her by her employer. She sneaked away from the offices uneventfully; unseen by most of her direct coworkers outside a brief meeting with her manager. The two receptionists were the only other people to see her off.

"Bye hun, take care of yourself," Helen said standing slightly from her ergonomic chair to give Heather a hug. Helen has been the receptionist at Media Bright for 15 years and had developed a bit of an attachment to some of the people at the company - especially Heather.

"Aw, thanks. I'll be fine, but don't worry I'll be in touch," Heather said in mid-hug with her face by Helen's ear.

Claire, the second receptionist, who was newer and less friendly with Heather waved from her chair ", See you later!"

Heather then left through the double glass doors, waving bye to the receptionists as she called an elevator. As she disappeared into an elevator, and the doors closed, Claire leaned over to Helen.

"So, she's, one…er…of those people?"

"Yeah, but she's a good egg," Helen quickly replied defensively. "Aside from not being around for a couple of months a year, she's just like anybody else who works here." Helen went back to typing up some notices and arranging the calendars for the many meeting rooms in the office. A few minutes passed before Claire decided to revisit the topic.

"Well, I never meet one of them before. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal though, getting to work from home for a couple of months."

"It's not a walk in the park for her though. She has to stay home most of the time 'cuz it's pretty dangerous for her to be out the way she gets…when it happens."

"So," Claire started, and by the look on Helen's face she knew what she was going to say. "…Have you seen what she looks like?"

Helen thought about it, Claire could see the internal struggle from her body language, and after a moment she started. "Well, a couple years ago the finance department had problems with the direct deposit and everybody had to get paper checks. She came in to pick her's up. She came very early the day after the checks were cut, pretty sure I was the only one who saw her." Helen might have a lot of loyalties to the people at her company, but the slightly smug look on her face gave away that she also enjoyed to gossip.

"Really?! What did she look like?"

"She had on a big pair of sunglasses and a dark coat, but you could tell it was her. Well, not exactly her, but like, a smaller her."

Claire had dozens more questions to ask but at that moment one of the executives walked by to make arrangements for an important client visit, breaking up their conversation. Right now similar conversations like this one were occurring all over the world. Soon, like clockwork, thousands of people will be experiencing a mysterious transformation. It won't be the exactly the same for each person, but it always occurs on the new moon of September. It all must have started hundreds of years ago but it stayed dormant until 25 years ago. When reports of the first transformations begun to come in, it brought panic. Nobody understood what was happening, what the causes or cures and at the height of the tension the transformees reverted back to their normal selves. It happened again the following year at the same exact time, but this time people were prepared and took solace in that fact. New transformees were added to the previous year's batch and two months later everybody was normal again. The exact causes of the transformations haven't been identified to this day; some astrophysicist think it may have to do with some recently discovered energy fields that may have been brought about by the positioning of certain celestial bodies but none of the tests they've run have been conclusive. Whatever the reason, it's beyond the capabilities of today's scientific community. Which is why most people consider the whole thing magic. This has caused a lot of problems for transformees, who are often victims of persecution and ridicule. Eventually, enough people became 'infected' that a relative of an influential politician became among the transformees and legislation was passed to protect their rights (after a couple years of lobbying). This was essential for many transformees to maintain a normal life. Heather took advantage of this law, working from home for two months out of each year.

While the cause of the transformations remains a mystery, what has been determined was how new cases were being 'infected'. People would come across unassuming objects and touch them, unaware that they have just been cursed. It's not a very logical reason, but somehow these cursed items have been scattered through out the globe, waiting for a victim. These items usually came in the form of very old carvings, dolls or other small works of art; experts have dated these artifacts from the 16th-18th century. Today most people know to keep away from any old thing that looks like it doesn't belong there; however it's usually young children that let their curiosity get the better of them. Children make up 85% of new transformees, a fact many parents are reminded about from all the warnings and news specials they get bombarded with every year.

Heather made it to the lobby and walked out with a friendly wave to the security guard at the main desk. He gave her a distracted wave back as he craned his head trying to get a better look at her. She was getting a lot of looks today, which normally would make her feel uneasy. That's why she usually dresses fairly conservative, especially for an attractive 27 year-old. But today, on the advice of her therapist, she was dressing much more provocatively. Heather was just a few hours away from her annual transformation, one that she's had to go through for the past 13 years. It started about 13 and a half years ago, just a few months before her 14th birthday, during a school field trip. Her class was going on a guided tour of one of the many unused subway stations in New York City. The one they were visiting, as most were, was abandoned in the early 1900's when the then many transit systems were being unified and the new trains just wouldn't fit in the station. Heather remembered thinking how beautiful the station was, barely touched in all those years, adorned with beautiful ceramic mosaics and stained glass. As her classmates were admiring a marble staircase, she noticed something glimmering in the shadows. She walked up to it and found what looked like a tiny gold coin, but she picked it up and took a good look at it and realized it was made of wood and painted gold. Little did she know, as she picked off a couple flecks of paint, that she had been cursed. It wouldn't be months, until September, that she would have her very first transform. But at the time she wouldn't know she had transformed at all; this realization would take years. That was because Heather's curse caused her to transform to the age when she picked up the wooden coin. At 13, she was a small, thin awkward girl with disproportionately long legs and arms topped with big hands and feet. Back then she was always tripping over things and bumping into people. For the next couple years she remained this gangly awkward young teen, until she was 16 where she finally began to blossom. Being a late bloomer masked her curse for years; it wasn't until she finally developed some curves that she finally knew what had happened when they all disappeared one fall evening.

The walk to the subway station was quicker than usual since it was so early in the afternoon, however she continued to get looks due to her clothing. Heather father was of Irish decent and her mother from the Dominican Republic. She inherited green eyes and a milky complexion from her father and dark luxurious hair and a curvaceous body from her mother. Heather would normally have something long on to hide her body, like a cardigan. Today, however, she was wearing a form fitting blazer over a low cut sweater and a push-up bra underneath, a pair of dark colored jeggings (those leggings that look like jeans) and 3 inch heels, which took her from an average 5'5" to an impressive 5'8". The heels caused her to make harsh landings on each step, which reverberated through out her body. This caused the straps on the push-up bra to dig into her - it took a lot to not wince with each step. However this all caused the desired effect, her large breasts jutted almost impossibly from her body and bounced violently with every step. The low cut sweater showed ample cleavage and gave everyone a good view of her firm, yet jiggling flesh. The tight jeggings left little to the imagination and accentuated her wide hips, long shapely legs and round perky ass; all of which quivered slightly with each step. It all was very uncomfortable but each man she passed by craned her neck as she walked by and she had a decent number of cat calls. She wasn't sure she should be doing this but her therapist was very persuasive, "you need to embrace your body, your sexuality - don't feel trapped by your transformation." Her words echoed in her mind each time she felt silly flaunting her body. She's been going to Dr. Keung for the past 5 years and it's been a great help dealing with the consequences of an adult becoming a child every year. She's even started participating in her group sessions, which is where she befriended Alex Gacad. Over the past two years they have become very good friends and confidants when it came to their curses. He's a 25 year-old graduate student attending NYU and getting his masters in Antiquities, a popular field of study in recent year. He was first cursed 3 years ago and is still adjusting to life with his annual transformation. Dr. Keung has seen this friendship bud and actually recommended that Alex, being cursed relatively recent, should spend some time with Heather during the first few days of his third transformation. Alex was very excited for this and actually arranged for this visit to occur immediately following their transformation, an hour after the change. Heather loved the idea and christened it their slumber party.

Heather loved how empty the N train was on her ride home. She got off at Union Square and stopped by a few shops to prepare for her visit. After a few more whistles and craned necks, she arrived at her apartment on 11th street. It was a rather large one-bedroom apartment that she wouldn't have been able to afford on her salary. It was due to a government grant that helped transformees find homes that were easily accessible to their work, with the purpose to preserve their safety. At first Heather felt bad taking advantage of the program, but the moment she saw the gleaming cherry wood floors and the spacious foyer, all at a third of the market value, all those negative feelings melted away. After laying the bags of groceries in the kitchen she checked her cellphone for voicemails. The notice on the screen told her that Alex had left her a message and as she pressed play she heard his deep voice and his image came to mind. He was of Filipino descent, tall (slightly over six foot) and his skin had a dark golden tone. His face was long and he had a pair of thick eyebrows that sat atop big brown almond shaped eyes.

"Hey, um, it's Alex. Just wanted to say hi and check in about tonight. I probably will call a car service to get me over to you. Let me know if you need me to bring anything. See ya, bye"

She grinned at the awkward message Alex left; thinking about the knack he had for leaving them. She quickly texted him back and told him not to worry about bringing anything and she can't wait for their party to start. After that she unpacked the groceries and put the perishables in the fridge or freezer. With that out of the way, she headed to her bedroom to shed the clothes that hugged her curvy frame. Heather's bedroom had the same shiney cherry wood floors and fit a queen sized bed, a pair of side tables and a large armoire while still having room for 22" LCD TV that sat on top a small stand in the corner. While the rest of the apartment had plenty of closets, oddly enough the bedroom was missing one. This always bothered her, but she made due with the armoire and the bedroom boasted 3 large windows with a nice view of the community garden hidden in the back of her apartment building. First thing she did was kick off the 3" heels and her feet throbbed with gratitude. Next she reached under her sweater and literally peel off the push-up bra that dug into her skin, tossing it into a corner thinking she probably wouldn't wear that again for a long time. She put on a pair of comfy sweatpants after taking off the jeggings, which left her legs a sweaty mess. Now in clothes she could easily move in, she finally set about to tidy up her apartment and set up for her get together.

First, Heather turned on the TV in the living room, she wasn't very interested on what was on but just wanted some noise to fill the apartment - it was a habit she had since childhood. After spending 2 hours picking up dirty clothes, plates and other trash she finally plopped on the sofa to rest. The channel she absent-mindedly turned the TV to was now showing a program on the curses and annual transformations. This was common on the night the transformations would occur, and was meant to educate and foster understanding. Sometimes, Heather felt, that it bordered on sensationalistic journalism; interviewing people with particularly bad transformations and even once, ten years ago, airing a recording of an actual transformation. So many people complained afterwards that it set off yet another protective law to ban the recording and airing of transformations. Although, thanks to the internet, it's not that difficult to find recordings on-line; much to the pleasure of fetishists all over the world.

"Based on our research," the female announcer said with a pie chart behind her, "a majority of transformations are in what we've called the "non-life altering" range, marked here at 85% in the blue piece of the pie. This includes changes such as colors of hair, eyes or skin and some minor shifts in height or weight. The rest are "life altering" and basically consist of any transformation that produces a major change in the body." Heather grinned as she knew that the announcers normally don't go into much detail here, as not to offend the transformees and their families. However it still made her think how lucky she was, comparatively speaking, and only changing into a 13 year-old. She knew some people had horrific changes, becoming things that were hardly human; it's no wonder that the curses are thought to be the inspiration of werewolves, vampires and other monsters. Still, she put it out of her mind and turned off the TV. As she got up she checked the time and saw that it was already 5:30pm, she had less than hour till sundown and the start of her change.

Going through the apartment for a final check, she grabbed a few stepping stools and made some items in her pantry easily accessible. She also closed all the curtains and put on a few scented candles. Setting the mood was another technique that Dr. Keung recommended in taking emotional control over transformations. She looked around the apartment for any last minute things and then smacked herself in the forehead when she realized she had forgotten to call her mother. Knowing a conversation would be both long and emotionally draining, she sent her a quick text telling her she was fine, she loved her and she'd call later.

With just 10 minutes left, she went to her bedroom, took off all her clothes and put on a basic, orange terrycloth robe. She stared at the full length mirror in her bedroom, keeping the front of the robe closed with her arms which made it look like she was hugging herself. Slowly, she let the front open and pulled back the robe more, little by little, baring more skin. Eventually she let the robe fall and stood stark naked in front of her full length mirror. At first her long black hair was draped in front of her, covering her breasts; but she grabbed a hair tie from her night stand and put her hair back up. With hands on her hips, she looked at her 27 year-old body. Large C-cup teardrop shaped breasts sat on her chest, topped with pink nipples that pointed up. She could still make out a red line under each breast, clear against her peaches and cream skin, where the push-up bra dug into her. With each index finger she traced the red line. Her green eyes stared back at her while she ran her hands down the side of her torso, passed her tapered thin waist, out each wide hip and down her thick curvy legs. She took a deep breath and felt something, like an invisible hand punched her in the stomach and it sent waves of numbing shock through out her body. This was it, and she steeled herself, aware that her transformation would only take 30 minutes. This only left about 2 minutes for each year in the 14 years her body would be traveling backwards, seconds for each month.

The only changes she saw in the first 5 minutes was a reduction of in some puffiness under her eyes, which was a recent development Heather had just started combating with various creams. She had always kept herself in great shape, jogging and doing yoga, so her body has toned and firm look. In the first 8 minutes of the transformation you wouldn't think anything was wrong with Heather. With the exception of a sheen of sweat that just started appearing, she looked normal. The heat was part of the process, and only gets worse as time goes on, leaving her sweating as if she ran a marathon at the end. As the 10th minute rolled on by Heather noticed her face beginning to thin out slightly, as if somebody was whittling tiny layers off, making the rest of her face's features look slightly larger. As she looked at her body, she saw a softening beginning to occur around her, the toned features she previously had were melting into her, becoming smoother, rounded. She knew she was very close to college age by this point, as she regained a certain glow that has slightly tarnished as she reached her late 20's. Her attention was drawn to her breasts, two large fleshy orbs that were drenched in sweat, heaving with the forced breathing the transformation brought about. As she was careening backwards she could tell the teardrop shape was shifting, changing, slowly rising. As she was going backwards, 22 then 21 then 20, her breasts slowly rose, only by a couple of centimeters, becoming firmer. It was if they were being inflated again. Then, suddenly, as if too much air was put in and it burst, her breasts shrunk slightly, quivering as they receded. Heather knew she just went from 18 to 17, she remembered a final growth spurt before starting college. She looked at her now B-cup breasts, which looked less teardrop but seemed to hang in more of a cone shape. She seemed to have lost about an inch in height, but it was hardly noticeable, but she braced herself as she knew what was about to happen. In a sudden lurch, her body started to contract, her limbs shortened, especially her legs, and her torso looked as if it became compacted and incredibly thin. This was her growth spurt right before her 17th birthday, where she grew 5 inches. Although she had just lost 5 inches in height, and a lot of weight in her arms, legs and torso, her breasts were still the same size and her hips were still almost as wide. She looked at the impossible proportions of her 16 year-old self; with her body now 4ft 11 inches tall her B-Cup breasts looked incredibly large on her, larger than her C-Cup it seemed and they jutted out of her body as if supported by magic, topped with puffier pink nipples. Her arms and legs were rail thin now, and her waist unbelievable thin; which called more attention to her wide hips. Her round, pert ass also seemed to stick out even more. The fleshiness of her breasts and hips were a contradiction to how thin the rest of her was.

[TF-Viewer]

Interesting concept.

[strawman1985]

interesting indeed.. i like it

[wandering_spirit]

For now, this is looking like a 'Curse of Ages', as in whatever item's old enough ends up causing the changes.

[gladewalker]

Interested to see where this story goes!

[godleydemon]

come come Jiggly would love to hear the rest of this story, you really have an awesome start here.

[jigglypuff]

Updated the story :-)

[Blackheart]

Jigglypuff is awesome. That is all.

[jigglypuff]

Updated with the beginning of the process :-)

[godleydemon]

Originally Posted by jigglypuff

Updated with the beginning of the process :-)

Loving how this transformation is starting out. Kind of sad to see her go from this, to almost nothing at all in the coming seconds of the transformation. But I'm eagerly awaiting it as well. Though I wonder if there is something more to the curses?

Can they be slightly controlled at all by sheer willpower?

Food for thought I suppose. But I know your a masterful story teller, all one would have to do is look at your art work to know that much. So I know you have a plan for whats going to happen.

But I would love to know more about the curse, there could be whole spin off series like Spells R Us, lol.

[jigglypuff]

Godleydemon - I would love for people to make their own stories on the curses. Right now I'm using the curses as a tool to transform people and then put them in situations where they learn to live with their new bodies.

These transformations can include all sorts of things, like AP/AP, TG, Shrinking, BE, Growth, figured I'd leave it open. As for controlling their transformations, I still haven't decided if I would, but I have ideas of how I would let them do it. We'll see :-D

Thanks everyone for your kind words!

[godleydemon]

Originally Posted by jigglypuff

Godleydemon - I would love for people to make their own stories on the curses. Right now I'm using the curses as a tool to transform people and then put them in situations where they learn to live with their new bodies.

These transformations can include all sorts of things, like AP/AP, TG, Shrinking, BE, Growth, figured I'd leave it open. As for controlling their transformations, I still haven't decided if I would, but I have ideas of how I would let them do it. We'll see :-D

Thanks everyone for your kind words!

Well I did have an idea of if they kept the cursed items that they were cursed with or were able to find them again, they could control there curse to a certain degree. But then again I'm just chalk full of ideas, lol.