Chester, Starring In A Matured Grace.

This is weird, how behind am I? The Imp stuck on another name she didn’t recognize. Apparently filling in for a character she would’ve quite enjoyed seeing what Nora had in mind for.

Alas Cisco wasn’t directly involved with team Flash anymore, so The Imp took Nora onto the next best thing, a certain Chester P Runk.

With a flick of her hand The Imp along with Nora arrived at Chester’s pad. The latest target currently playing or watching something on the tv. The Imp could not care less about whatever he was doing, her focus on Nora and the tablet balanced on her hand.

“Now what do you want to do about Chester?” The Imp asked. She’s adorable. Nora’s face alight in naughty pondering.

“I really haven’t met him much, he’s nice I guess but aloof. Brianna liked him a lot when we go back in time, in our present he’s mostly in a lab I think,” Nora said, she shrugged. “I don’t know him well.”

“So what would you like?”

“Obviously a women.”

“Obviously.” The Imp agreed. _Her sapphic tendencies are showing._The Imp didn’t mind, she encouraged it after all. “What else?”

“Maybe a distinct yet passionate professional grace, a hot scientist or professor.”

“I can work with that.” A snap of her fingers and The Imp’s latest work started.

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For the sake of variety The Imp worked the changes to start in a different way. Beginning with moving a semi confused Chester to a packed close to a college campus bar.

The difference in venue didn’t register, after all he had gone to a bar instead of playing video games at least that was reality now.

_Nothing better. _Chester on a stool relaxing in a chill, not exactly hole in the wall bar. Catering mostly to college students and staff, considering campus was within walking distance.

Quite a good surprise. A rather fruity drink in his hand, usually preferring more of a specialty import but he didn’t mind the tart taste.

He sipped, and The Imp’s power went to work adjusting reality to Nora’s kinky, sapphic desires.

Hot in here? Chester dropped in height from six-foot to a modest five-seven. Shoes loose thanks to now dainty feet, with one shoe slipping off for a brief second before adjusting to a more fitting unisex style.

_Huh, we’ll that was weird? _Chester looked down to see why his shoe felt weird. Distracted from actually checking when the bartender passed by and slid a refill over.

Okay a named drink time! Quite thrilled to try one of the many specialty drinks the bar did.

Another smoother drink and his pants nearly tore at the expanse of hips and butt. A few less than polite bar goers eyed the plump ass outlined against new spectacularly fitted high waisted pants.

Attracting more interest from parts of the crowd, directed at the soon to be hottie. The changes to reality and perception moving slightly faster than the drawn out transformation

_Doesn’t hurt to peek. _Chester eased around the stool in casual appraisal as he saw a mix of hot people eyeing him with hint of interest and lust. Not too shabby. Always a little tingly when being focused on.

_Another drink! _The growing attention spurred another sour drink to be slid his way. The drink tipped the scales of his body to a androgynous side. Body much slimmer, shoulders less broad to fit new proportions, body ready for the heavy duty changes coming with the next couple of drinks.

His face smooth and soft, lacking the rough stubble he usually made do with. A hint of a softer, more subtle beauty waited to be released.

A woman took a seat next to him, striking up a flirting filled conversation. Managing to talk Chester into doing some shots with another dude, loser buys the winner a drink. The inflection and goals obvious to even a person like him.

I got this, yep totally. The bartender poured twelve shots, divided in three for Chester, the guy to his right and the woman flirting with them, Nancy. The guy named Ben seemed nice enough.

_Okay some shots, here we go. _Chester readied himself for a somewhat out of character drinking contest.

In true poetic fashion the largest of the changes culminated into being sparked by the set of shots.

Down the gullet. Chester clinked his shot glass against Nancy’s and Ben’s and mimicked them in throwing down the shot.

For one ecstasy filled moment Chester touched the second greatest orgasm of his life. Second only to one that would happen later in another persons bed.

In the moment that followed Chester came quietly in his boxers, rather respectable dick trying to hold out. The next moment the messed boxers were clean panties, panties that fit his new curves quite well. Although the panties didn’t fit the cock, and in a quick fashion squeezed and changed the genitals.

Good Rao! Chester near swooned, a ignored moan escaped his lips. His dick vanished inside of him, replaced by a wet pussy begging for some loving. The pussy fit his curvy lower body quite well, a vast improvement from the dick before. Best. Drink. Ever!

Chester shaken out of his embarrassing thought by a mirthful voice. His drinking companions talking, Nancy smiled as she laid a hand on Chester’s upper leg.

“Thought you were stronger stuff than that?” Nancy said, she lifted another shot glass, Ben followed with a toast to them.

“I am.” Chester snatched his own shot glass and drank the more bitter drink. A shudder went through his body, pursing his lips at the tart drink. “I…” His voice cracked to a more womanly tone. “I did not expect it to be tart.” He pushed his longer dark hair off to the side. “Too tart for me.”

“Most definitely,” Ben agreed, a non starter in this tale of altered reality.

“Same. Two left, shall we.”

“Yes I do.” Another clatter of the glasses hitting and Chester downed his third shot of the night and fifth or sixth drink. Only standing mainly due to The Imp not allowing him to be ridiculously drunk. Wanting a front row seat to this.

_Woah, a lot of drinks. _Chester cheerful in a nice state of mind. The minimized buzz did come at a price. The next change in a rather large growth of assets and a swap in pronouns.

The third drink, a sweet syrup one sparked the biggest overall change. A big set of boobs and a shift in pronouns.

Chester slumped forward to grasp onto the bar counter in euphoria and a daze. Most of the daze due to a switch being flipped inside, sending him into the strictly her identity.

She opened her eyes even while more changes happened. A pleasant twinge in her nipples. Unseen to her her black nipples puffed up, swelling underneath, soon bubbling into breasts.

Roa oh Roa, fuck me!

She let out a set of quiet needy gasps and pants, the mounds pushed out framing a less than modest pair of breasts. Tenting and than pushing up against her still unchanged shirt. Outlined against the shirt were nice nipples hard and sensitive, begging to be played with. How? She cupped her boobs in a daze, a inkling of something weird going on.

A hand brushed against her breasts and the odd thought drifted downwards to her pussy. The hand, Nancy’s hand rubbing against her chest as Nancy reached for another shot glass.

Okay, shots must be getting to me, giving Ben and Nancy a show. She dropped her hands off of her blouse after faking a check on her bra. Time to end this. She reached for the final shot to seal the deal with Nancy or Ben. Or both.

“To us.”

She drank the last shot and reality cemented in an instant, Chester-Chess orgasmed. Unabashed as she ground against her barstool in a flurry of orgasms as she adjusted to this new world.

She was Chess P. Runk, Chuck to her friends, a popular professor at the local campus focused on engineering. A renowned professor and genius, part time gamer and streamer, holding several campus awards.

More importantly in this moment she was seeking a nice night, Nancy who did finish her last shot stood quite buzzed, while Ben pleasantly tipsy.

Chess smiled as she brought her water placed by the bartender up to her mouth, the less than subtle gesture furthered her intentions with Nancy and Ben. “To us.”

The waters of both the hunk and the hotties clinked together, solidifying Chess’s night plans.

She’s fine, they’re both fine. Chess leaned forward, charm and tits on full display. “How about a nice round of water and we head back to my place?”

Nancy gave a smile, quite into it and the hunk behind Chess. I wonder if they’re up for more?

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Chess smiled as she bounced on her latest scores cock and kissed the woman worshiping her body. She found a rather good set of suitors. Great night! She just had to remember she had class to teach tomorrow and couldn’t stay late. Still she could enjoy herself with the duo she found for the night.

A little while later the three asleep in bed, Chess pleasantly tingling with two new tempting numbers.

In the morning after a stellar breakfast of bagels Chess left Nancy’s apartment before heading to the college. Where she would be finger-fucked in a storage closet.

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“How about that?” The Imp asked, she snapped her fingers bringing them into her void. _She doesn’t seem that amazed? _Noticing Nora didn’t seem as into it as what happened to Brianna.

“It was okay,” Nora said, she looked at The Imp in apology. “She looked happy.”

“What, you didn’t like it as much as Brianna?” The Imp taken aback. That was a movie quality gender bend, all of it.

“Honestly Brianna is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. My dumbass sibling basically turned into another me, that’s peak hot,” Nora said in honesty. She could probably masturbate to what she did to her sister for years, especially with the knowledge she could do it to anyone.

“Okay we can go back, maybe change Chess more, do other stuff,” The Imp offered. Bigger boobs, an orgy, make everyone a woman?

“No don’t I think I feel like this for two reasons,” Nora said, as much as she would like to see The Imp’s power at its fullest she didn’t see the need to. Chess didn’t interest her.

“What?”

“I don’t know Chess that well, and sure she’s hot but compared to my sister…” Nora trailed off, she painted the kinky picture well enough. Changing her brother into her sister almost nothing could ever top that taboo level of sexiness.

“So more personal stuff, people you know like Brianna?” The Imp said, she lifted her tablet and went to work. “Are you happy with Chess?”

“Yes, she’s hot and her turning was cool, I mean the butt she had…and her body the curves…” Nora trailed off, a hand slipped into her pants, two fingers inside of her in moments. She bit her lip in a fast orgasm before admitting. “I might not know her but that transformation was pretty dam hot.”

“Thank you, I’m quite proud of the slow progress yet major changes.”