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Just press on God Emperor Trump and he will take you back to Reddit.
The following system of Twitter is pretty retarded.
I don't get why it's so important on here. If you go to pixiv, deviantart, or a xenforo forum nobody gives a shit about the amount of followers you have. But on Twitter it looks more important than the content itself.
I try to change this with adding an option to hide followers and following for users that prefer to do so.
I will add an option that will hide the amount of followers or people that are following.
Spirit of Vengeance (Odd Transformation female mostly)
Gonsalves Guler hated his job. The pay was low, the work was dull, and he was extremely unpopular among his co-workers. He came from a poor immigrant family, and worked his butt off to put himself through high school and then through college.
He had graduated with a degree in computer network administration; unfortunately he discovered that there were very few jobs available for him. He took the first one that he could afford, working in the administration office at a local technical college.
It wasn't really Gonsalves' fault that he couldn't get a better job; he had a lot of things going against him. Gonsalves had a thick accent, which made it difficult for him to make himself understood. This in itself may not have been such a big problem, but he also suffered from a number of minor physical defects. He was extremely farsighted, so he was forced to wear very thick glasses. They made his eyes look much bigger than they really were - which had led to his nickname, "Goggles". All of Gonsalves' coworkers called him "Goggles", not realizing that it drove him up the wall. It might not have been so bad if they had been using the name affectionately, but Gonsalves knew that they weren't. When they thought he wasn't listening, or when they e-mailed each other, the people in Gonsalves' office usually called him "Gonzo".
Gonsalves also suffered from an unusually large, hooked nose, which led to his "secret" nickname. Gonsalves' coworkers didn't realize that, as the network administrator, and the only person in the office who was truly computer literate, he could gain access to any files on any computer in the office, and he read their e-mails frequently. He was the butt of many jokes that were told behind his back. He had heard the data entry clerks groaning about how their computers weren't working, and they'd have to ask Gonzo to fix it. He'd seen the e-mail sent around by Pauline, the receptionist, which contained a photograph of a pair of horn-rimmed glasses balanced on a male penis, with the caption "Gonzo". He heard the jokes being told behind his back about how stupid he was, how unattractive he was, and numerous slanders about his sexual preferences and anatomy. He couldn't talk to his boss, Robert, about it, because Robert was one of the worst perpetrators.
Worse yet, Gonsalves couldn't afford to quit his job. His parents were old, and had fallen quite ill - they didn't have health insurance, and every penny he could spare went toward their mounting medical bills. It had taken him months to find this job, and the only reason that they had been able to look past his appearance and his accent was the fact that they were desperate for a network administrator - the toxic work environment at the office had driven every other admin to a better job.
Gonsalves was working late at night, trying to repair the network issues caused by his idiot coworkers that day. He was thankful to have an excuse to miss the staff Christmas party, which was being held in a banquet hall on the floor below. He had no desire to socialize with the sociopaths he had to deal with every day at work.
As he was defragmenting a hard disk, Gonsalves noticed a brown paper package in his mailbox. He hadn't seen the package earlier in the day, and wondered how long it had been there. He walked over and picked it up. The package was wrapped in plain brown paper, and didn't have an address on it.
It merely said "To Gonsalves, From the Spirit of Vengeance - Merry Christmas!"
Gonsalves decided that the package was probably a prank from one of his socially retarded coworkers, so he opened it very carefully, away from his desk. Inside the package was a CD, labeled "New Reality Photo Editor".
Goonsalves was puzzled - none of his coworkers could have created a virus to harass him. He thought it was extremely unlikely that they even knew anyone capable of creating a virus. He recalled one time when Betty in Data Entry called him to fix her computer; he fixed it by turning on the power bar. Gonsalves' curiosity got the better of him, and he slipped the disk into an older computer he had in his cubicle. He disconnected it from the network, to ensure that he wouldn't have to repair more than one computer if the disk turned out to be harmful.
In a few seconds, an interface window popped up on the screen.
It said "Welcome to New Reality Photo Editor. Prepare to harness the most powerful photo and video editing software on the planet."
It had two buttons on the interface - one read "Quit", and the other read "Find photos, videos, and input devices".
Gonsalves clicked the second button, and the computer whirred and hummed for several seconds. A new window popped up, and Gonsalves was amazed at what was contained. In the top part of the window was a list of every image or video file contained on every computer in the building. It was sortable by a number of criteria, including file type, user, department, and subject matter! Gonsalves gulped, and looked at the network cable sitting unplugged on the floor. There was no possible way that this computer could talk to the network - yet somehow, it was able to see what was on every single computer in the building.
The second part of the new window puzzled Gonsalves even more. It was a list of input sources, with thumbnails showing what was available from them. The input sources included every web-cam on the network, several digital cameras that weren't connected to anything at all, and every security camera in and around the building. A chill went down Gonsalves' spine when he saw himself sitting in his cubicle. He looked at the webcam on his main computer, which he theoretically used for video-conferencing with Robert, his boss. Too bad Robert didn't know how to work a web-cam. Gonsalves realized that his web-cam was turned off, yet somehow it was projecting an image onto a computer that wasn't even connected to it.
Gonsalves clicked on the thumbnail beside his web-cam. A large window popped up, with a high-quality, fast frame rate video image of himself on the screen. There were a large number of menu options across the top. Gonsalves played around with the program for a few minutes, astonished at what it was doing. Clearly this was all impossible, so he decided that he must be dreaming. He pinched himself, and realized that he was wide awake. He clicked on himself, and another window popped up, saying "Object selected".
The new window showed a rotating, 3-dimensional, video image of himself in a seated position. Astonishingly, the image showed angles that the camera was incapable of seeing. Gonsalves played with the image, and found that he was able to drag the image into various poses. He chuckled as he pulled the shoes off of his image and put them onto his hands. This software was amazing! He clicked a button that said "Execute Changes", thinking that he would be able to save an image of this onto his computer. A tingling sensation passed over him, and his hands felt funny.
Gonsalves looked down, and cried out in surprise as he saw his shoes on his hands! He leaped to his feet, and quickly pulled the shoes off and threw them on the floor. He looked down, and saw that he was standing in his socks. Somehow this program had the ability to alter reality! He looked at the screen, and saw an image of himself, standing in his socks, staring at a pair of shoes lying in front of himself. Stunned, Gonsalves flopped down in his chair again. The full potential of this software was astounding. Gonsalves was wondering how far the changes could go, when he happened to glance at the "Input Devices" window again.
His sociopath coworkers were celebrating their annual holiday gift exchange in the banquet hall. They were laughing, and telling jokes, and pretending to like the coworkers whom they all secretly hated.
And Gonsalves was watching it all through a set of security cameras. He decided that it was time to test out the limits of this software.
Gonsalves opened up a few windows showing various views of the banquet hall. Amazingly, multiple windows didn't seem to slow down his computer at all. He decided to start small.
Pauline, the beautiful, long-legged and busty blonde receptionist, was fixing her makeup in the ladies' room. Gonsalves had noticed a number of options for editing objects, and decided to try them out. He clicked on Pauline and brought up a spinning image of her on a new window. She was wearing high heels and a slinky red dress, which was quite flattering on her. Gonsalves decided that it wasn't appropriate for the holiday season, however, and that it had to be changed. He dragged the dress off of the image. Before he started editing the dress, he goggled at the sight of Pauline wearing nothing but her panties and her high heels. Her large, perky breasts hung jiggling on her chest as she leaned toward the mirror, fixing her makeup. He looked at the security camera image, and saw that she was still fully clothed.
Gonsalves shook his head, and focused on the task at hand. He was able to use the software to make amazing modifications to the dress, and in a couple of minutes he had turned it into a wraparound dress with a white fur collar and border. It had a wide, black leather belt with a golden buckle. He dragged it back onto Pauline's image, but not before he slid her panties off. The panties were red, as well, which inspired Gonsalves. He played with the program some more, and quickly turned the panties into a red Santa cap, with a fur pom-pom and a border that matched Pauline's new coat. He quickly added fur pom-poms onto the front of Pauline's high heels, and saw that she was starting to leave the ladies' room.
Gonsalves clicked the "Execute changes" button, and watched, to his delight, as Pauline's slinky red dress turned into the red Santa outfit he had created. She didn't notice anything until she returned to the banquet hall - several co-workers started applauding, and Pauline looked confused for a moment. When she looked down at her outfit, there was a brief look of genuine surprise on her face. She clearly had no idea how this outfit got on her. Since it was clearly so popular with the staff, however, Pauline quickly regained her composure and pretended that she had worn the outfit on purpose. When she sat down, a couple of her co-workers were treated to a brief glimpse of her neatly trimmed, black-haired pussy - the coat was quite short, and she didn't yet realize that she wasn't wearing panties anymore.
Gonsalves rubbed his hands together in excitement. Time to try some of the other editing options he had seen.
Gonsalves selected Betty, the data entry clerk. Most of the data entry clerks were middle-aged and fairly unattractive, but Betty was a 22-year old brunette and a fox. She and Pauline hated each other - Betty loathed the way that the 30-ish Pauline shamelessly used her sexuality to get what she wanted; Pauline despised the fact that Betty had a natural young, girlish look that drove most men crazy. Gonsalves didn't really care, because they were both cold, heartless bitches who spoke viciously about anyone and everyone whenever the opportunity expressed itself. He was especially angry at the emails which Betty sent around, lampooning the mild-mannered network administrator.
Gonsalves had discovered that the software could create video sequences, and was interested in whether he could make an actual short scene play out in reality. He worked and fiddled for several minutes, and decided that he was ready to test the sequence out. He clicked "Execute Sequence", and flipped to the security cameras again to enjoy the show.
Betty sat in her green party dress with a glass of wine in her hand. She was telling a rather dull story about a data-entry issue she had faced a few days before, and the people around her were starting to look bored. Betty didn't particularly care, as long as they were listening to her instead of talking. Suddenly, an odd tingling sensation ran down Betty's spine. She stopped talking, set the wine glass down, and stood up. Everyone looked at her curiously. Then Betty felt her hands rise to her shoulders, of their own accord. She tried to force them back down, but found that she couldn't control her own body. It was like she was a puppet on strings, watching helplessly from behind her own eyes. She would have screamed if she could.
As everyone watched, Betty slowly slid the straps of her dress down over her shoulders. She lowered her arms, and the silky fabric slid down her body and pooled on the floor at her feet. She stood in front of the office staff wearing only her black bra and panties. Inside her mind, Betty was panicking and shrieking, but to everyone else she was maintaining the cool, disdainful look she usually affected. The entire office staff was silent. Slowly, Betty's arms rose behind her back, and she unclasped her bra and tossed it casually across the room. Her milky white, a-cup breasts with their small pink nipples were in full view of everyone. Still wearing a cool expression on her face, she reached down and slid her black panties down her legs. She stood up again, and had her neatly trimmed bush on show for her coworkers.
This was too much for the men in the office, and several of them started whooping and whisting the moment she took her bra off. The office ladies gasped with indignation and disdain. Betty stood, as still and as calmly as a statue, for about thirty seconds. Then, suddenly, she felt another tingle go down her spine as she regained control of her body. Betty suddenly shrieked, and covered her chest and her pussy with her hands. She ducked down and tried to pull her dress back up, to protect her modesty, but it disintegrated into threads as soon as she touched it. She screamed again, covered her breasts and crotch once more, and ran shrieking from the banquet hall. She left a chaotic noise of mutters, cheers, growls, and whistles behind her as she fled.
Gonsalves wasn't done with her yet, though. Betty had often claimed that she had "nothing to be ashamed of", and he was amused to see that she was still somehow ashamed of what she had. He pulled up her image again, and decided to see just how far the photo editing could go.
Betty ran screaming into the Ladies' room down the hall, and desperately started searching around for something to cover herself with. She decided that she was going to have to wrap hers elf in toilet paper - as humiliating as that would be, it was better than showing off her breasts and pussy to the entire office again. She figured that she would just dash into the coat room after, grab her jacket, and drive home. She got a roll of toilet paper, and prepared to wrap herself up in it. Then she happened to glance in the mirror.
She gasped, and dropped the roll of paper to the floor. She stared at herself in the mirror, disbelieving. Her breasts had been small before, but looking in the mirror she could not see any sign of them at all. She was as flat-chested as a little girl! More so, in fact, because even her nipples seemed to have disappeared. She touched her chest, and felt the gentle swell of her pectoral muscle beneath her skin, but there was no breast tissue above it at all. Her chest looked like a department store mannequin - from the children's department! As she glanced at herself in the mirror, she received an even bigger shock.
Where she had had a neatly trimmed bush of black curly hair before, now her crotch was completely bald. She reached down, and felt something was wrong. She couldn't feel anything. Normally she could feel her clitoris and her vaginal lips underneath her fingers, but now she couldn't feel the soft folds at all. It was completely blank, and her fingers slid down what felt like an extension of her lower abdomen. She ran her fingers all the way back, until her fingertips touched her anus. She had no pussy at all! She looked at herself in the mirror and started to sob. She didn't know what was happening to her. The only feature on her torso between her chin and her asshole was her belly button. She heard a noise at the bathroom door, and ran into the closest stall.
Betty tried to be as still and as quiet as possible as the unknown person entered the bathroom. She perched on top of the toilet seat, praying that nobody knew she was in the toilet stall. She glanced down at her featureless chest and pussy and shuddered.
Robert, the office manager, opened the door of the ladies' room and looked around. He held Betty's black panties and bra in his hand - he tried to make a show of being gallant, and rescuing a damsel in distress, but actually he just wanted to see the cute data entry clerk naked again. Besides, he wasn't interested in Pauline's attempts to ridicule Betty even more, now that she had humiliated herself and fled the room. Robert didn't see anyone, and was about to continue his search elsewhere, when he noticed the partly-unrolled roll of toilet paper sitting underneath the bathroom sink. He decided that the ladies' room could use a more thorough inspection, and he slipped inside.
Betty hear Robert's voice calling. She shrank back on the toilet seat. What would she do if he figured out that she was there? Suddenly the door of her toilet stall shook, as Robert tried to open it! Betty thanked God that she had the presence of mind to lock the stall. Too bad that she wasn't clever enough to realize that her stall was the only one with a closed door.
"Betty, are you in there?" Robert called.
Betty braced her hands against the sides of the stall, and put her feet up against the stall door to hold it shut in case the latch slipped. She held her breath, and hoped that Robert would give up and go away. Robert, on the other hand, wasn't quite as stupid as Betty. He walked into the next stall, quietly stepped up onto the toilet seat, and slowly peered over the dividing wall. He was treated to the sight of Betty sitting almost spread-eagled on the toilet, pressing her feet on the door and her hands on the wall. He might have gotten away with a longer peek, except that he noticed the strange blank areas at her crotch and on her chest. Having seen her pussy and tits just a minute ago, he knew that something strange was happening. He gasped quietly, but loudly enough that Betty heard him, shrieked, and covered herself up again.
Meanwhile, up in the office, Gonsalves decided that it would not do to have people coming and going as they wished. There was far too much to do. He used the photo editing software to erase the doors out of the banquet hall and the ladies' room, so that his victims were trapped inside until he was done with them. Then he brought the ladies' room camera up again. He couldn't see what was going on very well - the one camera in the washroom didn't let him see inside the toilet stalls. He could see that Robert was standing with his head above one of the stalls, looking down into the stall with the closed door, but he couldn't tell what was going on inside. Then he had an idea. Gonsalves used the photo editing software to put a camera behind the bathroom mirror, which he then turned into a one-way mirror. Now he could see the toilet stalls head-on. Then he erased the door of the closed stall. Robert and Betty looked at where the door had been, shocked, but at least Gonsalves could see what was going on.
Betty was wearing her black panties again, and was trying to put on her bra. She was having a bit of trouble getting it to fit right, probably because she was even flatter in the chest than usual. Gonsalves decided to help her out, by deleting the bra with the photo editor. Then he deleted Betty's panties. Betty tried to cover herself up again, and Gonsalves decided that it wasn't fair for Betty to have to be humiliated all by herself. He clicked on Robert, and started to delete the office manager's clothing. In a few seconds, Robert was standing completely naked on the toilet, leering over the wall at the naked Betty. His small penis stood bravely at attention. It took a few seconds more for Robert to realize that he was naked too. His face turned bright red, and he hopped off of the toilet seat, covering his smallish member with both hands, looking around for his clothes.
Gonsalves decided that it wasn't fair for Betty to miss seeing Robert in the buff, so he started deleting the fixtures in the bathroom. Soon, the toilets, stalls, and sinks were completely gone, and Betty and Robert were left standing in a featureless green-tiled room with only a large mirror on one wall for decoration. They were both still covering themselves, but Gonsalves could see that they were talking to each other. To his delight, after a couple of minutes, Betty uncovered herself, letting Robert see her blank chest and groin. Robert uncovered himself too, to poke gently at the place where Betty's small breasts had been. Gonsalves started to erase Robert's thick, dark body hair, and Betty noticed this happening. She started to chuckle when she noticed Robert's small erection. It was perhaps 4" long, fully erect, which was smaller than Betty was used to. When Robert's pubic hair faded away, it looked more like a child's penis than a grown man's. Robert turned red again, and tried to cover himself up.
Then Gonsalves decided that it wasn't fair for Robert to have something to be ashamed of, if Betty had nothing. He copied Betty's blank crotch, and pasted it over Robert's with his photo editor. He used a number of tools to make the skin color match better, and erased Robert's small nipples at the same time - out of a sense of fairness. The he clicked "Execute Changes".
Robert gasped as he felt his small penis shrink away from his hands. He pulled them away to see what was happening, and screamed in horror as he looked down at his blank crotch. Betty's eyes opened wide, although to be honest she was slightly relieved now that she was not the only sexless person in the room. Robert and Betty sat down on the floor, and started talking again. Soon they were both in tears, hugging each other. Appparently they had realized that the door to the room had vanished, and they had no idea how to get out of their current predicament. Gonsalves thought it was sad that they had nothing to do, so he started to edit their images again. He decided that he would try to run another video sequence, and started editing.
Robert and Betty were holding each other, still crying, when they both felt a strange tingling sensation. They pulled away from each other, and looked down at their bodies, hoping that they would return to normal. At first they were clearly very excited, as small nipples started to reappear on their chests. Betty reached up to fondle her breasts, expecting them to grow back into her hands. She was disappointed. Instead of soft, feminine globes growing into her hands, she felt her pectoral muscles growing wider and harder. She moved her hands away from her chest, and saw that her chest looked wider than normal. She stood up, and looked at herself in the mirror. Funny, her shoulders looked broader than usual, and her chest and abdomen looked more muscular than she had seen them before. Her hips and legs were still slim and feminine, and her arms and face retained all of their girlish charm. Even her skin still was pale and feminine, but her chest and stomach looked somewhat masculine. They were still completely smooth and devoid of hair, but she had chest muscles like a male athlete. She looked over at Robert, dismayed that her breasts hadn't returned, and gasped at what she saw.
Robert was still sitting on the floor, with his mouth agape. In his hands he cupped two large, undeniably feminine breasts. They were already much larger than Betty's had been - a C-cup, at least. And what's more, they looked like they were still growing. Betty pulled Robert to his feet, and made him look in the mirror. They both gasped at what they saw. Normally Robert was several inches taller than Betty, but now they looked to be almost exactly the same height. Robert's new breasts continued to grow, until they were a large DD-cup size. His arms were still masculine and muscled, and his face and legs were as manly as they had ever been (apart from the total lack of body hair). His shoulders looked a little narrow, though, and the large, firm breasts sitting high on his chest were most certainly not masculine at all. They were topped with small, hard nipples. Betty reached over and gave one a squeeze. Robert gasped as an unexpected shock of pleasure ran through his body. He was horrified by the large, heavy, and sexually sensitive globes hanging off of his chest.
Then they both felt a strane tingling sensation in their groins. Both shuddered, expecting to end up with the wrong set of sexual organs. Robert looked down at his crotch, waiting to see what would happen. His heart started to lift as he saw a small bump appear on his groin. As he watched, a small but unmistakably male organ started to grow out of his crotch. Soon a tiny scrotum appeared, with two little testicles rolling around inside. Robert grinned - even if he had lost a few inches of height, and had grown a giant pair of tits, at least he had his manhood back! He looked over at Betty, and saw that a moist slit was reappearing between her legs. She didn't have any tits, and her chest looked distinctly muscular and masculine, but at least she was still a woman. Robert looked down at his own penis - it was painfully erect, although it was barely two inches long. Without any hair on it, it hardly looked like a man's penis at all. The only sign that it belonged to a mature man were the thick blue veins visible just under the surface.
They waited several minutes. Betty thought that her pussy looked a little looser and the slit looked a little longer than she remembered. She decided that it was probably just the fact that it was still completely bald. Robert was a little distraught, because his penis had apparently stopped growing at two inches. Both of them were feeling very aroused. Robert's nipples were poking out like diamonds, and his penis was leaking slightly at the tip. Vaginal fluid was dribbling slowly down the inside of Betty's leg. They glanced at each other, and then looked away. They glanced again, and soon their intense arousal was almost too much to bear. After one more quick glance, the two office workers jumped on each other, drooling with lust. They kissed and fondled each other for a few seconds, but the burning need for penetration pulsed within them like nothing they had felt before.
Robert rammed his tiny cock into Betty's pussy. Oddly, he didn't find the tight hole he was hoping for. Betty was disappointed at the fact that Robert's tiny member barely reached past her labia. She ground against him, and managed to rub her clit against his tiny cock. That felt good, but it wasn't enough. She needed her clit stimulated, and a nice deep penetration, before she would be satisfied. She pulled away from Robert, and pushed him back when he tried to penetrate her again. Her eyes opened wide with surprise when she looked at her crotch. Her clitoris was hard, and stuck out a good three inches from her pussy. It was half again as big as Robert's cock, and almost as big as his erect penis had been before his transformation. It seemed to be a little higher up her abdomen than it was supposed to be, too.
"Your cock isn't big enough" Betty panted, "You'll have to use your fingers."
Robert was disappointed, but realized that this young woman wasn't going to let him get off unless he did what she wanted. He poked his index finger up Betty's well-lubricated vagina, and started to thrust.
"Deeper!" Betty commanded, barely able to feel Robert's finger in her cunt. What was he using, his pinky? Robert added another finger, poking his index and middle finger inside the woman's eager pussy.
"Suck my clit!" exclaimed Betty. Robert put his mouth over the giant, engorged clit, and started to suck it. Betty shuddered with pleasure. The clitoris was like a thumb in Robert's mouth. "Deeper!" Betty moaned. Robert started thrusting four fingers in Betty's pussy, but it still didn't feel full to Betty. She kept shouting "Deeper! Deeper!" at Robert.
Soon, Robert had his entire fist in Betty's pussy, and was ramming it in up to his elbow. Finally Betty felt more or less full, although she wished he had a bigger arm. After a couple of minutes of Robert frantically pumping his arm in her pussy, and sucking her clit, she orgasmed in an intense explosion. Fluid squirted out of her pussy, soaking Robert's upper body. She moaned and went limp, and her swollen clit started to deflate. She felt fulfilled, and started to move away from Robert.
"My turn!" exclaimed Robert, and Betty sighed and turned to his tiny cock. She licked it, and slipped her mouth over it. She licked and sucked his tiny member like a baby's pacifier. Robert moaned and rubbed his nipples. After a couple of minutes, Robert started to moan and shudder. He had never felt multiple orgasms before, but now he was in the throes of them. Betty prepared to pull herself away when he ejaculated, but for some reason he never did. Robert moaned and shuddered for two or three minutes before Betty finally stopped pleasuring him. He continued to shudder and moan for almost a minute after she stopped.
Gonsalves decided that he would have to come back to the odd couple soon, but first he had plans for the guests in the banquet hall…
Gonsalves turned back to the banquet hall. Nobody had noticed that the door had vanished. Most of the staff were standing in a circle around the food table, laughing and joking. What a farce, thought Gonsalves. They all hate each other, and they all know that they all hate each other, but they pretend to like each other anyhow. He started planning on how he could humiliate them all.
Then Gonsalves thought back to Betty and Robert in the Ladies' room. Once they realized that they were both undergoing strange changes, they had stopped being ashamed and started being afraid. Gonsalves was feeling mean-spirited, but he did not want to frighten his co-workers… well, not much. He was much more interested in seeing them humiliated and embarrassed in front of each other. He decided that he would make most of the changes more subtle, so that his co-workers might not even notice them until they got home. Then he would get to see them trying to hide the changes at work the next day. Gonsalves almost cackled with glee at his idea. He then restored the door to the banquet hall - people would need to leave for his plan to work. He left the ladies' room alone, however - he wasn't finished with Robert and Betty yet.
Then he decided that there were a couple of people who deserved to be humiliated at the party, before they went home. The first was Jeffrey, the assistant office manager. Gonsalves decided to see just how far the photo editor could go in terms of changing someone's body. He knew that he could change their clothing and their appearance with virtually no limits. He wasn't sure how he had made Betty and Robert have sex, but he suspected it had to do with the fact that he go the images for their new genitals from photos and videos of people who were obviously highly aroused. Could he cause the physically impossible to happen?
Gonsalves selected Jeffrey and brought up a nude image of him in the editing window. It was fascinating how he could strip someone completely naked in the editing window, but they remained completely unchanged until he clicked "execute changes". Jeffrey was a short man - about 5"4" tall - and was very fit and muscular. He was also an arrogant prig who was always trying to throw his weight around, to intimidate the other employees. Gonsalves looked at the nude image and saw that, like Robert, Jeffrey had an unusually small penis. That explains a lot, he thought. Gonsalves started going through his photo archives, until he found what he was looking for. It was a short video clip of a cherub statue and fountain from somewhere in Italy. The cherub was dancing over a lily pad, and a stream of water was gushing from the little angel's penis. Gonsalves started editing the images, wondering what would happen.
Barbara from Accounting was regaling the group with another derogatory tale about Betty, when Jeffrey felt a strange tingling in his groin. Jeffrey looked around, and surreptitiously glanced down at his crotch. Nothing unusual, as far as he could tell. Then, suddenly, a small wet sot appeared in the middle of his crotch. Jeffrey's eyes widened, and he tried to casually cover the area. A cold, damp feeling started to spread down his inner thighs. He crossed his legs, trying to hide the fact that he seemed to be wetting himself. Jeffrey tried to clamp down his bladder muscles as hard as he could, but for some reason he couldn't get them to respond at all. For a brief moment, Jeffrey wondered why the feeling was a cold, damp feeling, instead of a warm, damp feeling - but the thought was chased from his mind when someone noticed his condition. Linda, a fat and middle-aged data entry clerk, looked at Jeffrey's pants and started to chuckle. "I think you've had enough punch, my boy" she condescended.
Jeffrey started to give a scathing response, but this just attracted the attention of everyone else in the room. He stood up and tried to turn away from the group, in shame, but the dark stain kept spreading down his pants. Soon he felt his socks getting wet, and the flow didn't seem to be slowing down. Jeffrey felt tears of humiliation running down his cheeks. The assembled group, being the vindictive bunch that they were, started laughing out loud at their power-hungry assistant office manager, as he stood wetting himself uncontrollably in the middle of the banquet hall.
Jeffrey finally decided that enough was enough, and bolted from the room. His socks squished and sloshed in his shoes, and he left a trail of damp footprints behind him. The entire office was in an uproar, with people laughing so hard that they could barely control themselves. Gonsalves noted who was laughing the hardest - he actually felt sorry for some of his co-workers; they ridiculed him, but he now realized that they were victims of some of the more vicious people in the office. Gonsalves was an easy target, and making fun of him was the only way some of them could defend themselves. But there were still several people at the party who weren't getting off the hook that easily. Gonsalves started to work on his more subtle changes, while the group slowly got control of themselves.
Jeffrey, meanwhile, ran out the door and across the hall to the men's room. He locked the door behind him, thinking that he might be able to empty his bladder and get himself cleaned up. He wasn't sure how he would live down this humiliation, but he already was starting to think of degrading tasks he could force on his subordinates tomorrow. Jeffrey noticed that his bladder was still gushing forth, so he rushed over to a urinal and undid his soggy pants. When he saw what was in between his legs, he almost fell backwards in shock. His pubic hair was completely gone; his penis had turned into bronze. It looked completely flaccid, although it was only slightly smaller than normal. When he touched it, however, it felt as hard as a rock. It was also cold to the touch. Cold, clear water was pouring from the tip in an apparently endless stream. He couldn't feel anything with his penis.
The strangest part was the way that the metal somehow slowly faded into the flesh of his groin. As he drew his finger along the top of his crotch, he could feel more and more as his finger ran towards the flesh-colored side. He tried again to stop the flow by clenching his bladder; it seemed as though his bladder muscles were completely useless (in fact, they were completely gone, but Jeffrey didn't know that). He shuddered, and then pressed his fingertip against the tip of his bronze penis. He found that, with enough pressure, the flow stopped completely. He sighed in relief, and managed to pull his shoes, socks, and pants off with his free hand. He started to dry them off under the electric had dryer. He was relieved that he seemed to be peeing water, instead of urine, assuming that it wouldn't stink later on.
Drying the sodden pants, underwear, and socks was a time-consuming process, even with both hand dryers going at once. Jeffrey didn't finish until everyone else at the party had gone home. As he was waiting for his garments to dry out, however, Jeffrey noticed a pressure building up in his bladder. After a few minutes, the pressure started to feel painful. Jeffrey started to worry about how he was going to make it home, if he couldn't stop his metal penis from leaking. After a few minutes more, the pressure was almost unbearable, and Jeffrey had to rush over to the urinals again and release his finger from the tip of his penis. The water gushed forth, and it took almost five minutes before the pressure in his bladder went away. As his bladder emptied, the flow of water diminished slightly, from a gushing stream to a moderate trickle. It didn't stop. Jeffrey discovered that he had to take about five minutes to empty his bladder every half hour or so. It was going to be a long night…
Meanwhile, back in the banquet hall, Pauline was getting tired of wearing her red Santa cap. She reached up, and pulled it off of her head. A gasp went up from several of the ladies, as they saw what happened. As Pauline lifted the cap from her head, her long blonde hair came off with it. It took a moment for Pauline to realize what the ladies were staring at. She looked down at her cap, and saw that a long, blonde wig was stuck inside it. A split second later, the cogs and wheels clicked in place in Pauline's mind, and her hand shot up to her head. She felt a smooth, shining, and totally hairless scalp underneath her hand. Her hair was gone! She rubbed her entire head in disbelief… she had always been very proud of her gorgeous, thick locks of rich blonde hair. Somehow, it was all missing from her head! She looked at the wig in her hand, and saw that it was every bit as soft and gorgeous as her hair had been. Pauline screamed.
The rest of the conversation died down, and was replaced by more laughter, as everyone else noticed Pauline's shiny, bald head glinting in the fluorescent light. How had she worked there so long, without anyone figuring out that she wore a wig? Barbara, the bitch from Accounting, was quicker on her feet than most of the office. She quickly snatched the cap and wig out of Pauline's hand, and threw it across the room. It snagged on a light fixture, and dangled from the ceiling, the lowest locks of hair at least 10' off the floor. Pauline shrieked, and ran over to it, trying to retrieve her precious locks. As she jumped up and down underneath the dangling wig, trying desperately to get a grip on it, the men in the room started to feel their pants tighten in the crotch. Pauline's red, fur-lined dress barely reached below her ass when she was standing normally. Now that she was jumping up and down in the air, it was lifting up clean past her hips, giving everyone in the room an unobstructed view of her neatly trimmed pussy and her round, firm ass. Pauline was embarrassed enough thinking that everyone could see her panties. It wasn't until she got home that night that she realized that she hadn't been wearing any!
After Pauline finally climbed onto a chair and yanked her wig off the light fixture, and left the party in tears, the other attendees decided that they had enjoyed enough of other people's pain and humiliation for one night, and started to filter out of the banquet hall. One or two women looked for the ladies' room, but couldn't seem to find it anywhere. Gonsalves hurriedly finished up the changes he was preparing to enjoy on the following day.
Gonsalves worked late into the night, modifying his co-workers. He was exhausted, and was about to go home for the weekend, when he remembered that he still had Robert and Betty trapped in the ladies' room. Gonsalves brought up the window again, and finished their changes before he logged out and went home for the night.
Betty and Robert were so tired from their frightening experiences, and their passionate lovemaking, that they had fallen asleep on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom. Betty woke up first. She looked around at the bathroom, hoping that her experiences that evening had all been just a bad dream. The sinks, stalls, and door had all reappeared. Betty started to sigh with relief when she looked down at her body. She gasped when she saw herself.
Not only was Betty still completely naked, her body was hardly recognizable. She was covered in dark, curly body hair, especially on her chest, stomach, and crotch. Her arms and legs had thinner hair, but it was still dark and stood out starkly against her lily-white skin. Betty stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face and head looked exactly the same as always, but her breasts were still gone. In their place was a broad, well-muscled, and very masculine-looking chest. Her thin neck sat on a pair of broad, muscular shoulders. Her arms and legs were thick and wiry, and her waist was narrow. Her body looked like a man's, except for the pussy hidden beneath her thick, dark mat of pubic hair, which extended up to her navel and well down her thighs.
Betty felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, then realized that Robert's suit and her dress had magically reappeared on the counter, along with their underwear. Betty slipped her panties on, and started to pull on her dress. She looked at herself in the mirror, and realized that she looked ridiculous. Her long, muscular, hairly legs stuck out from the bottom of the dress, which was stretched almost to the breaking point across her flat, muscular chest and stomach. The dress was much too small, and much too short - Betty realized that she must be over six feet tall now. Betty glanced over at the sleeping body of Robert. She assumed it was Robert, although it looked like a very voluptuous woman from this angle. Betty squirmed out of the dress, and pulled on Robert's suit over her panties. It looked like Robert's suit, but it fit her perfectly. She pulled on the shoes and socks she found, but left the necktie on the counter. She saw her car keys on the edge of the sink, and grabbed them. She slipped out the door, and cautiously ran to her car to head home.
The sound of the door creaking open startled Robert awake. He looked around, and found himself alone in the Ladies' room. Like Betty, Robert also noticed that the fixtures and stalls had reappeared, and hoped that he had just been dreaming. He sat up, and felt an unfamiliar shifting of weight on his chest. He looked down at himself, only to see two massive breasts jiggling on his naked, hairless chest. Robert stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw his head atop an extraordinarily curvaceous, sexy female body. It was completely hairless, and Robert felt his groin tingle at the sight. He suddenly realized that he couldn't see his crotch in the mirror - the counter was as high as his waist. He realized that he must be less than five feet tall now! Robert stepped back, and pulled his large, soft boobs to either side in order to look at his crotch. Hanging halfway down his thighs was the biggest, thickest cock he had seen in his life. It was starting to stiffen. Robert decided he needed to get dressed quickly, so he could go and see a doctor. He noticed a pair of men's underpants on the counter, and a dress that looked just like the one Betty had stripped off the night before. Robert quickly pulled them on. The underpants rode up the crack of his ass a bit, but they managed to contain the massive bulge of his penis and proportionately-large testicles. He then pulled the dress on. It was extremely tight, and showed off every curve of his body. His nipples poked through the chest, and his crotch bulged out at the waist. Robert couldn't see a bra, and decided to leave the black ladies' pumps on the floor where they were. He spotted his own car keys, grabbed them, and jiggled out to his car.
The next Monday saw a record number of employees calling in sick, including (not surprisingly) Robert, Betty, and Pauline. Gonsalves was disappointed by the poor turnout, but saw that there were still plenty of people to give him a show, and let him savour his revenge. He was sorry that he had made so many of the changes take effect before the weekend - it hadn't occurred to him that so many people would smply stay home. He was glad that he had made some of the changes time-delayed, and was prepared to enjoy them as they came into effect that day. But first, he decided to check how some of his already-changed victims were trying to hide their new developments.
Barbara, the bitch from accounting, had received several compliments on her new, darker hair. Some people even asked if she had lost weight. Oddly enough, Barbara hadn't seemed pleased at the comments. Instead, she muttered apologetically at each comment, and turned her eyes down. Barbara had awoken on Saturday morning feeling great. She had run her hands down her body in the morning, still bleary-eyed, and had felt a slimmer, firmer body than she had ever possessed underneath. She ran to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and gasped. Her body was, indeed, much slimmer than it had been - not skinny, but toned, with perky breasts pushing out the front of her nightgown. Her face looked slimmer, and a few years younger, as well. Instead of the body and face of a middle-aged, divorced housewife, she now had the body of an athletic, but healthily curved, thirty year old woman.
She wasn't pleased, however. This was probably due to the fact that her long brown hair had truned bright pink overnight, and her face sported several piercings. Barbara quickly removed the piercings, and determined that she would be able to cover the holes with makeup. She grabbed her dark brown hair dye, and started to cover up the shocking, gaudy pink color of her hair. When it was time to rinse out the dye, Barbara pulled off her nightgown and headed to the showed. As she passed the bathroom mirror again, she nearly fainted. Her body was covered in tattoos - a large dragon coiled up her right arm, while a thorny chain of roses wrapped around her left. Her legs were covered in butterflies down to the knees. There were tiny angel wings tattooed on her back. Her large, and newly-perky breasts had writing across them - in bold Gothic letters, the tattoos read "CAN I BE YOUR SLUT?". Her nipples were pierced, and joined together by a loose silver chain. Her flat, toned stomach sported the hilt of a sword, which pointed down into her tight, but completely hairless, pussy. Her lower back sported an arrow pointing to her anus, captioned with the words "Insert fat, hairy cock here".
Mortified, Barbara tried to scrub the tattoos off in the shower. It quickly became apparent that these tattoos were permanent. She also couldn't figure out how to remove the nipple rings - they seemed to be completely unbroken hoops of metal. She quickly learned that the chain made it impossible to wear a bra with any degree of comfort. To her even greater surprise, a few days later she noticed that her dark hair was growing bright pink roots.
Gonsalves laughed when he saw Barbara trying to cover herself up with pants and a high-necked shirt. He decided that he would have to help her show off her new body art the next time she was meeting with the executives.
He noticed that Janice, the fat Admissions clerk, had figured out a way to stuff her bra to make it appear as though she still possessed her massive, jiggling mammaries, instead of the saggy a-cups he had given her.
Across from her sat Frank, the credit officer, who seemed surprisingly comfortable and relaxed considering he had lost his male appendages and gained a heavily menstrating vagina.
Sarah in Accounts Payable had worn a turban-like hat, which did an excellent job of covering up the large rabbit-ears which had replaced the delicate ears she was born with.
Gonsalves was disappointed at the ease with which his victims were hiding their changes. He understood, of course, that those who couldn't hide their changes so easily had chosen to stay home. He decided that it was time to start enjoying his delayed changes.
He flipped open a window which showed Rebecca, a slutty HR officer, giving a performance review to Sandy, a low-level manager. Rebecca had been instrumental in making sure that Gonsalves never got promoted to a better department; Sandy didn't interact with Gonsalves directly, but seemed to have a sour look about her at all times, making herself unapproachable. Both women were quite attractive; Rebecca was a slim Asian woman with impeccable taste in clothes, while Sandy was a more voluptuous redhead.
Rebecca had just finished telling Sandy that she needed to show a sense of humour around the office, when her voice suddenly faded away. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. She took a sip of water, and tried to speak again - still nothing. Sandy looked at her expectantly. Rebecca tried to speak again, when she felt somethign hard in her mouth. It felt like a small, smooth pebble. She delicately reached up to her mouth and pulled out the object. She looked at it, and saw Sandy's eyes go wide as they realized what it was. Rebecca was holding a tooth in her fingers! Rebecca reached into her mouth again, to find the hole where the tooth had come from. As she touched her teeth, they loosened and fell out. Rebecca spat out a mouthful of teeth, and started to scream. At least, she TRIED to scream - no sound came out of her mouth at all. She felt her teeth with her tongue, to see how many had fallen out. The slightest pressure from her tongue, however, was enough to loosen the rest of her remaining teeth. She spat them out into her hand, and felt her toothless, but bloodless, gums with a fingertip.
"You call that a sense of humor?" said Sandy, with a scowl. "That's just disgusting, is all."
Then Sandy felt a strange tightness in her chest. She glanced down, and noticed that her breasts seemed to be pushing out farther than they should. As she watched, she could see them expanding slightly under her jacket. She also felt the chair getting slightly tighter around her buttocks. Wat was going on? She looked back up at Rebecca, who wass staring at her wide-eyed.
"What?" demanded Sandy.
Rebecca slowly raised a finger and pointed at Sandy's nose.
Sandy reached up and felt her nose. It had less sensation than she was used to. She pulled out her compact mirror and looked at her face. Her nose had turned bright red, and was growing round and bulbous. Sandy screamed. She tried to stand up to leave the room, but her ass had grown very quickly in the previous seconds, and was now stuck in her chair. The unexpected weight of the chair caused Sandy to lose her balance, and she fell flat on her face. When she pulled herself up, she was shocked to see that her breasts had grown quite large, and stuck out of her chest like a pair of balloons. The buttons on her blouse were straining. She reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, and gave it a light squeeze. To her shock and horror, a honking sound, not unlike a bicycle horn, escaped from her large ass as she squeezed her tit. She fainted.
The Sow Trial
Would love to hear my fellow kin's opinion about this amateur female pig transformation story that I wrote.
Just wanted to contribute to the community.
The Sow Trial
Mira slowly woke up, not knowing where she was or what happened to her. At first, she thought she was in her bedroom, but when she tried to turn on the lights she hit a wall.
Everything was pitch-black, for a moment she wondered if she was blind, when she couldn’t see her hands near her face. Mira started to panic when she realized that she was in her underwear, only feeling her bra, panties and some weird thing around her neck. Mira started yelling hoping someone would hear her.
“Hello!!! Is anybody here?!!… ha-ha very funny!!!…. you got me, I won’t go to the police if you let me go now!!!…. Please!!!”
A couple of seconds later she heard some mumbling that sounded like a male voice.
“Uuurgh…. My head…. What’s going on here?”
“EEEEKKK…. Back away creep! Why did you put me in this godforsaken place?!! You monster!”
“Whaaa?… Who is that?… Listen… lady… The only thing I remember was driving my sister home when something hit us hard… Hold on a sec… I know that voice… Mira… Is that you? It’s me… your brother… Nash.”
“Nash?!! Oh, God I remember… so glad you are here with me, I got stripped out of my clothes, did they do it to you too?”
“Not from what I can tell, it’s so dark here, can’t see anything… Hold on… I see a small red light flickering near me, maybe it does something.”
Nash reached for the light and Immediately when he clicked it, the room activated itself. The Black Box lit up and they finally were able to see everything around themselves. Nash noticed that he still had his original clothes on, however when he looked at Mira, she was less lucky, the first thing he noticed where the glass walls around her, there was no way he could reach her. Then he noticed Mira was in her pink underwear and kept staring not realizing his 18-year-old sister had turned into a complete bombshell.
She had long straight black hair, on her heart shaped face. Her upturned eyes were shiny light gray that could stare right through your soul, and above them where nicely trimmed black eyebrows. Below her eyes, she had a perfect duchess shaped nose and underneath that, light pink lips shaped like a cupid’s bow. Her 5.8 feet tall, 95-pound hourglass figure, had a milky white complexion with 36C-cup breasts in the form of teardrops, along with a small 23-inch waist and 36-inch hips with an O-shaped round butt that where as wide as her shoulders.
“Help me Nash, why am I still separated from you? And what is this weird thing around my neck? It looks like some high-tech collar with 4 syringes inserted around it?”
“Well I can guess why you are in your underwear and not me… don’t worry, if they have to come for you, they have to go through me first. Let me investigate this place first.”
the chamber had pitch-black walls that looked like a cube, if he had to estimate the size, it was around 64 square meters. A small TV screen was attached high on one of the walls, along with a countdown timer that stood at 4:00:00. He also Noticed a bunch of cameras, a weird looking panel with 10 numbers on it, and the small glass box Mira was locked up in.
“What do we do now big brother? I… I’m scared…”
When Nash tried to comfort his little sister the TV screen suddenly started to broadcast and a creepy voice started to talk to them.
“My my… my… my…, brother and sisterly love sure runs deep. You must be wondering why you are here? Well it’s simple…. Mira always had her brother to protect her, Nash was only one phone call away if she needed help. She never learned how to stand on her own feet because BB would fix anything for her. So, I want to conduct a “Harmless” experiment… don’t worry nobody is going to die and once it’s over both of you are able to leave, whether you win or lose.”
“You probably noticed the countdown timer, when I close the stream it will start ticking from 4 hours to 0. Each hour that passes, one syringe will inject itself in Mira’s neck. The syringes contain… let’s say something that releases the inner beast in her. The more injections she receives the wilder she becomes. However, it wouldn’t be fair if there wasn’t a way to get her out harmless. On the panel, you see 10 numbers, when you push on one of the numbers, a multiple-choice question appears. Answer it correctly and you only need to answer 3 more questions to release dear Mira unharmed, but answer it wrong and one syringe will inject her. If you answer 4 correctly in the first hour Mira is saved once again by her brother and nothing happens to her. If you answer 4 questions incorrectly you lose, if you let the time expire you lose, if Mira receives all of the four injections, you lose. In the first hour, you need to answer at least 4 questions to win and one correct, In the second hour it’s 2, in the third, 3, and finally in the fourth you need to answer 4 questions correctly. Time is of the essence. You also need to answer a minimum of 4 questions total.
“Just so you understand the more injections Mira gets, the more of the real Mira disappears, the last injection would cause Mira to be gone almost completely.”
“This stream will end in 30 seconds, Trivia will activate and the game can begin.”
“Hold on you bastard!! These rules are stacked against us, chances are almost nonexistent that my sister gets out of here unharmed!!!” Nash yelled in vain.
“It’s okay Nash, I believe in you, let’s show this sociopath that we can beat him in his own game.”
Seconds later Trivia activated itself and the countdown timer started ticking.
“Hello lucky contestants I’m Trivia bot, my name is dedicated to the roman goddess of witchcraft, Trivia. I’m here to analyze the correct proceedings of the game and update you on the proceedings.”
•Contestants: Mira, Nash;
•Receiver of Punishment: Mira;
•Receiver of Reward: Null;
•Wrong Question: 1 Injection;
•Right Question: Null;
•Question Total: 10;
•Release Black Box: 04:00:00 4 Right Questions 4 wrong questions
•Full Genetic Mapping: Mira (In_progress);
Loading Mira’s data….
…. …. ….
•Mira’s Genetic profile
oHeight: 5.8 feet
oWeight: 95 pounds
oHair: Long black;
oBody measurements: 36C-23-36
oRequire: Update after injection
20 minutes later the configuration was finally completed and the Trivia Trial finally could begin. Nash and Mira were annoyed that they already lost 20 minutes of their precious time, but they did strategize during that time.
“Sorry for the slow loading times Trivia is still running on windows vista… budget cuts. Please touch the number that you would like to start with, contestant.”
“Well… times a wasting, let’s pic lucky number 9.”
“Excellent choice… contestant, the first question is:
The average person does what 13 times a day?
“How the hell is anyone supposed to know that? That’s one of the most random quiz questions I ever received, what do you think Mira? I guess it’s… laugh? that’s what I see myself doing around that amount?”
“Oooh… I know that one I read it in ‘Seventeen’… It said yawning, I certainly do that 13 times a day.”
“Ok Mira, at least something useful you learned from those bimbo magazines.”
Nash pressed number 3 on the touchscreen but instead of instantly getting a response the trivia bot started speaking.
“Thank you, contestant, for the answer, after processing… I can say that the answer was… WRONG!!!!… the correct answer was 1. Syringe 1 will be released in 3… 2… 1…”
Mira and Nash watched in horror when the syringe slowly made way to her neck. Mira felt a strong sting and the pink fluid was flooding her body. The serum started to work immediately.
“My body and face is starting to feel so hot, what the hell is in that serum?”
“I don’t know sis but try to fight it, you are in control of your own body, that fluid can’t get the better of you!”
“feel… so… weird…”
There was nothing Mira could do; the serum was slowly attacking every cell in her body, like a virus. The first changes started to come from inside, her intelligence was being reduced. Then her arms, legs, and spine seemed like they were shrinking a little inside her body slowly adding the excess weight around her tummy and butt, reducing her height by 6 inches and increasing her weight with 15 pounds. Then the changes stopped.
“Are you okay sis? Hope you aren’t in any pain…”
“It’s okay BB, wasn’t that bad… everything just looks bigger than it was before… even my body looks bigger… my tummy is sticking out… I never used to have any fat there! I feel so itchy around my ears, nose, belly, breasts and butt… need to scratch everywhere… remove bra.
The serum was working again and more drastic changes started to occur, she first noticed her cute pink nipples starting to elongate, first they only where less than half an inch, but after she started to play with them they grew and grew to almost 2 inches. It made her so aroused that it was sending a message to her brain that what was happening to her was a good thing. 4 sets of round spot started to appear under her breasts, that looked like a weird form of rash.
“Hmmm… feel so… good.”
“Snap out of it Mira! Something terrible is happening to you, it’s anything but good”
“Why terrible?… I… feel… amazing!”
The final stages of the first injection started to happen, after she was done playing with her nipples she started to feel something growing out above her butt near her tailbone. Nash stared confused, when he saw a small tail like thing growing out of her panties, it kept growing curling around itself then it stopped… until small black hairs sprouted out at the end of it. Her new appendage Increased the sensitivity around her womanhood making her even more horny than she already was.
“I’m sorry Nash, I… can’t fight it, so… horny.”
“No! You can sweetheart! Don’t let them win, show them you can fight it!”
Nash words were of no help in her current situation, she slowly moved one of her hand to her womanhood in the hopes of relieving herself, unaware that the changes moved up to her face.
Her cute duchess shaped nose slowly started to turn upwards, becoming rounder and rounder, out of the newly formed nostrils, some mucous started to flow making her new pig nose moist, and making a lot of snort noses.
Underneath her long black hair, her ears started to tingle, when in a sudden burst, they grew outward turning into 2 flappy and pointy pig ears. The first injection had run its duration.
Mira turned back to reality noticing her human hand stuck in her panties. After the serum ran out her good feeling was gone, turning into heaviness.
“Snort…. Snort… Oh my… this is so embarrassing… did I really pleasure myself snort, in front of my big brother, snort?”
“Forget about that sis, that’s the least of your worries… look at your face and body! These monsters are turning you in something that looks like a swine!”
“Yeah, thanks for calling me a swine you jerk! As if I don’t have enough things on my mind… what are you talking about I look the swi….AAAAHHH!!”
Mira scared herself, when she saw a glimpse of her face in the mirror, her nose looked very porcine and two flabby things were poking out of her hair. She touched her porker nose only to feel wet mucous on her hand.
“Dammit, snort, that guy wasn’t kidding when he said those injections snort, would show my inner beast. This is only the first injection and I already look like a freak!”
“It’s okay baby sis, we’ll answer the next 3 questions correctly and find a way to turn you back to normal. There must be people on the outside knowing how to fix this madness, the timer paused during your ordeal, so we can do this in the first hour!”
Moments later Trivia bot activated itself again and the timer resumed itself.
“All righty then, you had a bad start but worry not, you still have a chance to be victorious! We’ll update the process and then continue with our next question.
Loading updated Mira’s data….
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•Mira’s Genetic profile
New Pig DNA detected: 20%
oHeight: 5.2 feet
oWeight: 110 pounds
BMI : Slightly overweight
oHair: Long black;
oBody measurements: 38C-30-36
oRequire: Update after injection
The update took 10 minutes this time, but they only had 15 minutes left in their first hour, Nash knew they had to hurry up so He quickly pressed on number 3.
“Excellent choice, contestant! Question 3 is:
Washington police officers get a half hour class in how to do what?
3.How to not point a gun at yourself
4.Robocop is not real
Please decide, contestant.”
“Well most cops are pretty stupid but I don’t think they are so stupid that they need lessons in 3 and 4, Trivia bot… your questions are so fucking insane… I really have to put the fate of my sis in the hands of a question like this? Fuck it, all four of them are retarded, I’ll pick sitting down maybe they could learn something from that for their backs.”
Nash and Mira were so busy focusing on the question that they had lost sight of the timer and the first hour had passed, causing the timer to start peeping Just before Trivia bot processed their answer.
“Thank you, contestant, for the answer, after processing… I can say that the answer was… RIGHT!!!!… Congratulations, your odds of winning have increased.”
“I am sorry to inform you that the first hour has passed with no correct answer. I only processed a total of 2 questions, that’s 2 short of the 4 question minimum criteria. You now require at least 2 questions at the end of the second round.”
“What do you mean you fucking toaster! I pressed it before the first hour ended!”
“You did, but next time please be aware that my system is running on windows vista and needs 5 minutes of processing time… because budget cuts. Syringe 2 will be released in 3… 2… 1…”
“Oh please…. I beg you… Snort…. Not again… Is too… much Snort!”
Nash stood speechless near the glass not knowing what to do or say at her still mostly human looking sister when syringe 2 got injected in her cute body. Mira stared back at him with watery eyes knowing another big part of her would be lost when the serum was done with her.
The same changes happened again, her arms, legs, and spine started to shrink at least 7 inches this time, reducing her height to 4,5 inches, while the excess fat got added again to her belly and butt while gaining at least 30 pounds extra in the same area. Her waist was widening and almost had the same width as her hips, erasing her hourglass figure in the process. Her IQ dropped another 30 points to 55, giving her the mind of a 10-year-old. Mira looked at her brother with tears in her eyes
“Snort… Brother… snort… please help me… I… want… to… be… Mira.”
He tried to comfort her, but when he looked at her face he saw that Her Pig nose was getting more pronounced, getting larger and larger merging with her upper lip and extending outward, her lower lip and chin soon followed until her lower face looked exactly like a plain pig, her pouty cute pink lips had gone completely. She would never be able to kiss someone with a snout like that.
“Mira sweety… can… you… still talk?”
“Snort… Snort… Oink…. Oink… Yoink… Nooink. Squeeeel!!!….”
Mira understood Nash perfectly, but her new mouth wasn’t able to form human words. She looked at him and shook her head. Nash realized that Noink meant no and Yoink meant yes. It was weird looking at her face, her hair, forehead and eyes still looked human but the lower portion was completely porcine.
The round red spots on her now fat belly slowly started to push outward forming extra breasts that looked the same as her original ones, but each set a little smaller than the ones before.
Mira’s new assets made her hornier, she couldn’t stop touching them with her hands, she was longing for someone to suck on those 2-inch-long nipples. But her hands were a nice alternative, that was until she noticed her girly hands slowly changing, her fingers where shrinking becoming stubby and stiff, slowly merging in 3 small fat fingers, and before she realized they were nothing more than pig trotters.
“Are you still in there Mira?”
“Y…Yoink…snort” Mira said with tears in her beautiful gray eyes.”
The effect of the second serum was finished and Trivia Bot got activated again.
“You win some and you lose some, Good news is that you answered one question correctly, If you get one of the next 2 questions right you can leave in victory! Let’s update and carry on.”
Loading updated Mira’s data….
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•Mira’s Genetic profile
New Pig DNA detected: 49%
oHeight: 4.5 feet
oWeight: 140 pounds
BMI : overweight
oHair: Long black;
oBreasts: D-cup + C-Cup + B-Cup + A-cup + A-cup
oBody measurements: 45D-38-36
oRequire: Update after injection
The update took again 10 minutes. Nash just picked Question 7 in utter defeat, knowing full well that all these questions were impossible to know.
“Excellent choice, contestant! Question 7 is:
It's illegal in Texas to put what on/in your neighbors Cow
3.Your own dick
Please decide, contestant.”
Nash looked at his malformed sister, noticing that she was just busy playing with herself, not that she was any help anyways.
“I don’t know number 3 my dick I guess….”
“Thank you, contestant for the answer, after processing… I can say that the answer was… WRONG!!!!!! the correct answer was 1. Syringe 3 will be released in 3… 2… 1…”
Mira wasn’t paying attention anymore, she just wanted to please her urges, her whole body felt so good, and when she fingered herself with her pig trotter, the orgasms lasted for minutes. However, had she known that it was the last time she could please herself, she might have hoped that her brother guessed the right answer. She felt a strong sting in her neck again.
“Squeaaal! Oink! Snort!”
“Oh… Mira, I’m so sorry…”
She was hitting the glass walls around her trying to break it but to no avail. Her human feet started to receive the same treatment as her hands, slowly merging into a round shape with her toes combining and lengthening a bit in almost identical pig trotters as her hands, it was getting harder and harder for her to hold balance, they slowly mutated into full trotters and Mira fell to the ground. She tried to get herself back up, but her arms and legs started to tingle same as before, they became even shorter and shorter until she wasn’t even able to touch her chin with them, they were now nothing more but 4 beefy porcine legs, her other bones and organs rearranged themselves while her womanhood moved to a more suitable mating position, on her butt that was now slowly pushing further out in length. All the excess fat of her arms and legs started to move to her torso and neck, filling them so her body turned perfectly round. Her body had almost completely turned into that of a sow, were it not for her 10 breast, they all still looked human instead of pig teats, they were slowly filling with fat, giving them the same D-cup size as her original breasts, reaching nearly the ground.
No major changes had happened on her face other than 2 large tusks growing out of her mouth, and her forehead had shrunk, her brain no longer need the space of a human forehead.
Mira was now more swine than human, Other than her humanlike tits, hair, milky white skin, vagina, eyes, and upper facial structure, everything was 100% sow.
Mira was oinking, squealing, and snorting like crazy, while her human brain remained, her pig instincts started to take over, the only thing she needed, was someone pleasuring her with her fun bags.
“Mira! Please! Stop acting like a wild animal, you are my sister!”
Mira suddenly became calm when she heard her brother’s voice. She needed him, she wanted him more than ever. She turned around sticking her butt against the mirror, pointing her sowhood to him wishing he could please her new form.
Nash was glad Mira calmed down, but disgusted the way Mira’s beautiful perky body had turned in an ugly beast. Her sowhood was just poking out below her anus, still looking like a human vagina. He wondered if a sow’s vagina looked almost the same as a human. She was just a sow with a nice rack, but when he looked at her face and the tears in her human looking gray eyes, he knew Mira wasn’t gone completely.
“I will get this last question right okay Mira, you will always be my sister no matter what happens to you.”
“snort…. Snort…. Yoink!… Snort… Snort.”
Trivia bot once again activated itself and started his routine.
“Are you ready my fellow contestants! 3 Injections were given and only 1 syringe remains. If you answer this one correctly, you can leave the Black Box Victorious! Answer it wrong and you leave it in shame!”
Loading updated Mira’s data….
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ERROR! Could not find data
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New data found…
Genetic profile of a pig.. …
Loading Pig’s data…
•Pig’s Genetic profile
oSpecies: Domestic Pig
Alien Human DNA detected: 15%
oLength: 4 feet
oWeight: 200 pounds
oHair: Long black;
oBreasts: D-cup + D-Cup + D-Cup + D-cup + D-cup
oRequire: Update after injection
“yeah yeah hurry up you stupid machine, the clock is ticking! I want number 2!”
“My apologies for the ten minutes’ delay, my system is running on windows Vista because… Budget cuts, are you ready for the next and final question? Contestant.”
“Just give it you tin can! There’s only like 20 minutes left!”
“Very well are you sure?”
“That’s the spirit! The mood was getting pretty stale here. Question number 2 and the final question to end this game is:
In the French vineyards, it's illegal to do what?
1.Land a Flying Saucer
2.Eat the grapes
3.Kill a frog they might be a native citizen.
“Thanks trivia bot, because of you, I have no longer a fear, of robots, ever enslaving us.”
“It’s always a pleasure to help a human.”
Nash decided to pick number 2, which was the most logical, however when he was about to press it, he suddenly realized that every correct answer so far was number one. Could it be that it is number 1. This time again?
“Flying saucers don’t even exist why would they have a law for it?” Nash thought.
“Wish me luck sis, It’s now or never.”
Nash decided to pick the only consistent thing in this ordeal and pressed number 1.
“Thank you, contestant, after processing… I can say that the answer was… RIGHT!!!!… Congratulations!! you conquered the black box!”
“Trivia bot sad now…. Needs to deactivate and never see her human and swine friends again… Goodbye, contestants.”
Mira’s collar suddenly fell of, while the glass box retreated into the floor and after almost 2 long hours’ brother and sister were finally reunited again.
Mira was oinking and squealing in delight, while running to her brother with her 10 oversized tits shaking like crazy.
“You see hon, I saved you… sorry you still had to lose so much of yourself.”
Nash started to pet the black hair of his sister while staring at each other with eyes in tears. Until the TV screen turned on again, and the shadow of a man started to applaud.
“Well… I guess congratulations are in order…for Nash… Too bad though, I would have loved to see those juicy rows of human breasts get turned into nothing more than a row of pig teats, and see that hair fall out, while losing all of her remaining humanity… I admit defeat.”
“Fucking bastard turn her back to normal now that we won! Wait a second… What do you mean I won?! How about my sister Mira… didn’t she win also?”
“Mira? Oh you mean that funny looking swine over there? Hahahahaha… ha… Look at her… if you cut her hair of she would look like a common domestic breeding sow with giant tits. Funny thing is though that she could have gotten out of that glass cage whenever she wanted and save herself.”
Nash walked to the place where the poor girl’s glass cage used to be.
“What do you mean she could have saved herself there was nothing here, other than the glass walls and the floo….?”
Nash spotted some very tiny black cracks that were almost impossible to spot. When he knocked on it, the floor sounded hollow. He pushed on the cracks and saw that the floor broke little by little, until it cracked open and an emergency button emerged underneath. When he pressed it the glass cage suddenly locked him up and when he pressed it again, it dropped back in the floor.
He looked up at the tv screen seeing the shadowy figure’s white teeth laughing.
“Hahahaha… The little porker could have saved herself but instead she blindly believed in you, she didn’t even try to take matters in her own hands and see if there was a way out, she was just hoping her brother would save her again. You did though, that beast still has some Mira in her… She still knows that she once was human, that you are her brother, she would probably remember her family, friends and past also, and understand human language. But with her new sow hormones, instinct and body, her lust will be strong… for human males, too bad the only males that would be attracted to her now… will be hogs… I would love to squeeze those mammaries though.”
“I swear to GOD!!! If I ever find out who you are, I will make you suffer like Mira!!”
“You see that box you are in? What it did to your sister? You are a smart guy, you know only people with too much money, time and who are bored as fuck would do something like this. Probably people that are nearly untouchable from the law. In fact, some of them even viewed the both of you as entertainment… And entertaining them you did. I have to say, that you shouldn’t bother in thinking you could fix her, Mira’s genetic data has been completely destroyed and overwritten by the pig data. You probably are not going to like this… but the swine technically belongs to us now Her genetic code has been patented and we need to see how productive she is. So, say your goodbyes.”
“No, you can’t do this you bastard!!! You told us we could leave!!!!”
“And leaving you are… just to different destinations. Don’t worry we take good care of the beast, if it turns out she has no value they will just give her the last injection and turn her into a complete happy sow.”
Minutes later 2 beefed up men in black and sunglasses entered the black box telling Nash he had to get out, but he refused, trying to beat them up, however with one smack they knocked him out cold.”
“SQUUUEEEEELLLL!!!!!!” Mira cried out in distress seeing her brother on the floor.
“what is it Mark?”
“Look at this swine over here.”
Mark and Clint, the companions of the shadowy man were ordered to retrieve Mira and send her to her final destination.
“Ha look at those tits of this swine, they look human.”
They both started squeezing her massive mammaries, which felt so good for Mira, she really wanted anyone to be inside her sowhood while they played with her tits.
“Huh they even feel better than my misses, too bad they are on a nasty beast.”
“What you think they combined this time? A common swine with some human DNA?”
“Don’t know, don’t care, you know what they do with employees that ask too many questions.”
“I suppose you are right, ha good thing we don’t have any moral values.”
“The money they give, make it really easy to block my moral values.”
“All right Mark let’s pick them up and drop them off to their target destinations”
“Sure, thing Clint”
Clint and Mark picked the unconscious Nath and the squealing Mira up. They looked around one last time, shutting it down and closed the door.
A client of mine got scammed by her, and I feel the need to report this scam, since she committed textbook fraud and she is still doing it. I will have all the proof necessary to nail Mwatum Kiteti in the public court opinion.
Let's start with the TL;DR of her fraud activities.
Dumb client makes contact with Mwantum Kiteti in june 2016 he decides to meet her in august and early september
Dumb client ignores red flags and gets manipulated by her and her sister, Rose Kiteti, into buying a house.
Dumb client withdraws about 6000 euro to pay for this house in Dar es Salaam, that she never bought
Dumb client comes back home and this fraud keeps asking for more money.
Client becomes smarter and realizes something is wrong when she asks money to place windows in the house. She refuses to send pictures of the houses when they place the windows.
Mwatum Kiteti realizes the gig is up and doubles down.
Mwatum Kiteti tells client that her son Maypil is very sick in december 2016.
Client becomes dumb again, falling for it and sends her 230 Euro
She figures she could scam him one more time and Lied about the death of her son with Christmas of 2016.
Dumb client becomes retarded and sends her 1000 euro to pay for maypil's funeral.
By this time Mwatum Kiteti goes full psychopath and drops him like a stone. My client thought she was acting that way because she lost her son which is not the case.
Mwatum Kiteti blocks him when he asks for proof her son really died.
So this is the short story of this abhorrent person.
All the images from the chat and the receipts have been recorded and I can easily confirm everything she said is true And proof the fraud below
Just look at this disgusting goblin, she has the word creepy psycho all written over her. I feel bad for her son.