Karma is like you, a bitch

Daniel's Bedroom, Suburban Home, at 07:15 AM on Monday, March 18th, 2024 (0 days since transformation)

You stumble to your closet, still reeling from the sight of your new reflection—those massive tits bouncing with each movement, that ass that jiggles obscenely. Your old clothes hang there, mocking you with their uselessness. You grab a pair of your old boxers, hoping maybe something will fit, but the moment the fabric touches your skin, you feel it shifting.

What the fuck?

The cotton boxer briefs transform in your grip, the material thinning and stretching until you're holding a tiny black thong with lace trim. The waistband reads "BREED ME" in pink rhinestones. Your heart hammers as you drop it like it's on fire.

"No, no, no," you mutter, reaching for a t-shirt instead. The oversized band tee you'd worn just yesterday warps the instant your fingers close around it, shrinking and reshaping until it's a skin-tight crop top that barely covers your new tits. Worse, words appear across the chest in bold letters: "CUM DUMP."

You throw it aside and grab jeans—your favorite pair. They immediately morph into the shortest, tightest denim shorts you've ever seen, the kind that would show half your ass cheeks. The button fly transforms into a zipper that looks ready to burst from the pressure of containing your new curves.

Every piece of clothing you touch does the same thing. Your hoodies become belly shirts. Your sweatpants become yoga pants so tight they might as well be painted on, complete with camel toe that makes your new pussy lips clearly visible. Even your socks transform into thigh-highs with little bows.

"What the actual fuck is happening?" you say out loud, your new voice breathy and sultry in a way that makes your skin crawl.

Then you feel it—a warmth spreading through your core, a tingling that makes your nipples stiffen and your pussy start to leak. The arousal hits you like a freight train, making your knees weak. You press your thighs together, but that only makes it worse, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your body that make you gasp.

You're standing there naked, surrounded by transformed slutty clothes, and your body is screaming for attention you absolutely cannot give it.

Your objective for this adventure is: Survive for 24 hours without any man ejaculating inside you, which would result in pregnancy and permanent transformation.