Three Bored Girls: Best in Show

Erica admired her reflection in the mirror, posing as he tested her new look. She’d changed it from her stream earlier. This time, she’d taken scissors to a pair of jeans to turn them into short shorts, and wore a pair of striped knee socks with them. She’d ditched the blouse, deciding it was a bit too formal, and replaced it with a henley tee that she left buttoned low enough to show off her bra before tying it off above the waist. Finally, she tied her hair off into a loose side tail that she teased out before letting it fall over her shoulder.

She looked cute, she decided. Not slutty, but undeniably appealing.

Behind her, she heard a Mario jump effect; her default app notification. Her eyes widened a bit when she picked up her phone to see the Hot Potato logo. She had two hours to make a change, which meant she had been changed.

She did a quick inventory. She seemed normal enough. If anything about her appearance had changed, she couldn’t tell. A quick check of her mental faculties seemed to show everything in order.

She frowned. This was inconvenient. At least if she knew what had happened, she could plan accordingly. Randomly changing in front of a stream could be… problematic. Still, she knew at least one potential solution, provided she had what it took.

Erica opened the app, rummaging around on it. She found a list of her changes, which was only two items long. One read “Flirts and shows off on streams.” Straightforward enough. The other was a series of question marks. Why would the one be revealed, but not the other? That she’d guessed it, she supposed. She had no idea why an app would know that, but then again, she had no idea how an app had turned her roommate into a sexy maid either. She selected her latest change.

Right away some options appeared, all for purchase with the little gold coins one used for using the app. In addition to the baseline, per use handouts, a few notifications had informed her that she’d earned bonus coins for completing certain achievements. Now, she had 600; 250 for using the app for the first time, 250 for coming back to it a second time, and 100 for the two times she’d used it.

She found the option she wanted. “Universal Acceptance: While others will notice this change, nobody will find it remarkable, frightening or strange.” Unfortunately, it cost 2,000 coins, almost double what she currently had. Coins could be purchased at a rate of 10 for 1 real world dollar, though, and while she didn’t love the idea of coughing up almost $150, she didn’t want her stream to turn into a panic if something happened on it either. She dumped it on a credit card. Annoyingly, the game gave her a 750 coin bonus as soon as she finished the purchase; 250 for buying an add on to a transformation for the first time, 500 for using real world currency to buy it.

“Fuck,” she muttered. She had only 10 minutes to get going.

Quickly, she rushed to her stream.

*****

“Ah, man. That sucks,” Abrams mused. “She really didn’t have to pay for that. I was gonna give her that one for free.”

May looked at him quizzically.

“How are we gonna make money if you do that?”

“This place doesn’t really need money, May. We operate between dimensions,” he said. “But really, impossible transformations happening on a livestream is kind of a way bigger business problem for us than y’know, a free microtransaction.”

“Fair enough,” May said. “We should throw her a bone later, though.”

“Got anything in mind?”

She shook her head.

“I’ll know it when the time comes,” she said. “Back to the show.”

*****

“Good evening everyone,” Erica greeted her most popular and populous stream. “Been looking through the polls and it looks like it’s gonna be an Overwatch day. Please take a moment to vote on my first Hero.”

This was a flex. She was good enough with a broad enough set of characters that she could let her viewers select them almost at random and still put on a good show. That it was really random; character popularity alone would eliminate a lot of the bottom feeders.

Ashe won the day. DPS was her home turf, but she had hoped for something a bit more challenging. Still, it was at least more fun than Widowmaker.

And the game played out more or less as she expected, with Erica being the one woman wrecking crue that she often was as a DPS. But, as the match neared its end, she began to notice some very odd chatter among her viewers.

Can’t wait to see what she gets for the win.

Bro she's gonna get POG for that quad kill. That’s when she gets the best shit.

You guys are gross. I’m just here to see her play.

hope its her tits

My tits? Erica thought. What on earth…

It didn’t take her long to find out. Her team had won, and she had gotten the Play of the Game. And, about the time the game began to confirm it, she began to feel a tingle in her chest.

“Uh… excuse me for a sec…” she said. The chat exploded

Don’t leave us hanging!

BOOOOOO

Let! Us! See!

She’d no more begun to process that than her breasts began to swell. She let out a cry of pain as the too-small bra strained, then audibly snapped under the pressure. They continued to grow past that point, pushing the unbuttoned top near to its limit and exposing a valley of cleavage beneath it. When the changes stopped, they were maybe half again as large as Ash’s DDs; enormous on her comparatively small frame.

The chat practically screeched its approval.

They weren’t her only changes, either. Her legs grew longer below her, adding a few inches to her height. They were less skinny, too; her thighs more toned and defined and overall more perfectly shaped. Her cutoffs, which had come all the way down to mid thigh, now left most of her new legs exposed.

Shouldn’t she have gotten two?

Boobs that big HAVE to have come from the POG.

Dont see any others???

Suddenly, it all made sense. Winning, and winning the Play of the Game, must have triggered her change. Her audience even seemed ready for it because she purchased acceptance. It was just normal for her to transform on screen now.

“It was my legs, guys,” she said, standing up.

Remembering some of the stretches she’s seen Bianca did, she attempted an imitation to give them a look, bending one leg back toward her head while arching her back. She wasn’t as practiced, much less with all the weight added up top, and she wobbled and nearly fell.

“Uh… try this…” she said, stretching her long, shapely new leg out across her chair.

The chat mostly approved, though a few grumblers just begged her to get back to the game. Again, she felt the thrill of showing off. But she also had a brand to protect. A moment later, she redawned her headset. All business.

“That show’s over. Who am I playing next?” she asked, pulling up the poll. “Ugh, Widow. Okay, well, I do appreciate a challenge. Let’s go.”

*****

Bianca’s eyes widened as she watched Erica transform on her own stream, live, on the internet in front of tens of thousands of people to their apparent delight. Absolutely none of this made any sense. Erica, she supposed, she understood well enough. App fuckery. But was it really capable of affecting that many people? And what was happening to her anyway?

And it was so fucking hot.

Subconsciously, her hand snaked beneath her shorts, fingers caressing. She moaned. This day had been a torment of arousal and unrequited affection, both before and after her changes.

“Ohmygod,” she panted. “Fuck this.”

She stood, straightened, and resolved that she would not end the day as frustrated as she’d spent it.

*****

Ash lay in her bed, legs twitching in the last throes of wakefulness. She’d just begun to drift off in earnest when the rap came at her door. She jumped with a gasp.

“Ash? You okay in there?” Bianca’s voice asked from the other side of the door.

“Yeah. Fine, just…” she stammered. “Just startled, that’s all. Can you give me a second.”

Taking Bianca’s silence as a yes, she rose blearily, trying to clear the fog from her brain. By the time she’d straightened her nightie, brushed back her hair and gotten herself as composed as possible, she felt clear headed enough.

She opened the door.

“Hey. What’s up?” she asked.

Something was different about Bianca. She’d been almost distant the last time Ash had seen her. Now, she seemed completely different. Like her old self again.

“Ash, I wanna talk,” she said. “Can I come in?”

She could easily have “yes mistress”-ed her way in, but she didn’t. She was asking, not telling.

“Okay. Sure.”

She stepped aside, and let her in. Her heart raced. Would she come onto her again? Or was this the blowup over the changes Ash had made that she’d been fearing all day. All Ash wanted was for this problem to go away for the night, but she couldn’t just turn her out. Part of her didn’t even want to. She bit her lip again.

Bianca placed her fingers under her chin, lifting Ash’s gaze to meet hers.

“It’s cute when you do that,” She said. “I know it’s nerves, but it’s like, super cute.”

“Bianca,” Ashe protested. “I can’t…”

Bianca placed a finger on her lips, shutting her up. She drew in close, arms wrapping around her waist. Her embrace was gentle; insistent but without ****. And Ash sensed she could break it if she wanted to.

She decided she didn’t.

“I know that my head’s been messed with,” Bianca said. “And I don’t fucking care. I’m a big girl and if I regret that in a couple of days, it’s on me, not you.”

Now, Ash did shrink away a bit.

“You’re not…” she stammered. “If you were in your right mind, you…”

Bianca finished her sentence for her.

“I’d know you were a sweet, beautiful woman who wants me at a time when I’ve really needed to feel wanted,” she said, stroking Ash’s hair back. “Let this happen. We’ll figure it out later.”

“Yes, mistress,” Ash said reflexively, immediately kicking herself over it.

“Oh c’mon. No mistress tonight, just B, okay?”

“Yesmistress,” she muttered quickly.

Bianca giggled at that, then pulled her close and pressed her lips to Ash’s. She supposed she should have seen it coming, but it took her off guard, and her resistance melted away. She had wanted this, for years now. She returned Bianca’s embrace, and then her kisses.

Bianca lifted her nightie, and Ash felt her hands on her breasts. Her own traced Bianca’s toned midriff and muscular thighs. Bianca’s thumb traced her nipple, and she shivered in anticipation. They stumbled backward and fell on the bed, kissing and exploring as they lay side by side.

“This is… a first for me…” Bianca said between kisses. “Never done this with a girl before.”

“Me either,” Ash admitted sheepishly.

Bianca paused.

“You… really? But I thought you were, y’know, gay.”

Ash shook her head.

“No. I mean… I don’t know. It’s… it’s been confusing.”

Bianca grinned.

“Well, it can’t be that hard…”

Ash gasped as Bianca reached between her thighs. Bianca kissed her breasts, sucking on Ash’s nipple as her fingers found her clit. She tried to do anything to reciprocate, but the stronger girl had pinned her down. Finally, she balled her sheets in her fists and cried out in pleasure.

*****

It didn’t take long for Erica to prove her theory. Widow was by no means her best, and her tits proved hard to play around. But her team had carried her anyway, and earned her a ravishing main of dark hair that cascaded, straight and silky, to her new toned thighs. She was more successful as McCree, always one of her mains, earning her a bubble butt that turned her short shorts into hotpants she feared she might have to cut her way out of. Finally, she won a close match as Reaper, earning her a change that gave her silky hair a refractory glow that made it appear to shimmer and change color as light was cast on it.

She tried to adjust them around the ass that had overflowed their boundaries. It didn’t make her any more comfortable and she’d accidentally put on quite a show in the process. Still, she tried to maintain a professional air.

“Alright. Who’s next?” she asked her stream.

When the vote went live this time, she tens of thousands rather than thousands. That was the most astonishing part. She’d have to wait until the end to truly parse the numbers, but it was clear even passingly that her view count had skyrocketed.

Overwhelmingly, the crowd chose Tracer. Tracer was her best, and always had been, which her viewers knew. Normally, she barely ever got votes. This was the third time she’d finished in the top two choices. For that matter, she’d been assigned 5 DPS characters in a row. She worked best as a DPS.

Oh goddamnit, she thought as understanding dawned.

“Guys, please,” she said. “I know you’re enjoying seeing me win, but can we try to challenge me a little here?”

“See her win” was putting it mildly. They were getting off to what was happening to her. But her pleas only intensified Tracer’s popularity. Some even changed their votes to her.

She sighed, wondering just how many changes it was possible to accrue in one sitting.

“Alright. Here we go….”

Naturally, she won again and, as the announcement was made, her skin began to change. Any trace of hair aside from her new main of it vanished, along with any blemishes or visible pores. Every ounce of her skin was perfectly smooth with a uniformed flawlessness. It made the rosy cheeks and pink lipstick she’d stolen from Ash stand out and gave her a decided doll like appearance.

But it was the play of the game was announced, a rapid killstreak of hers when she’d flanked the opposing team and killed almost all of them before anyone had seriously been able to stop her, that caused the most dramatic change from the game. Her overtight hotpants and beleaguered panties fused and shrank into a tiny, white lace thong. Her ruined bra and shirt followed suit, transforming into a barely-there bra, and her socks thinned out turned translucent, leaving her in a pair of silky lace stockings. They all had a glittery appearance to them, but matched her skin tone in a way that made them almost invisible.

Her heart raced as the chat exploded in a mixture of approval and sympathy.

“Okay, guys. I think that’s enough for one night,” she said, standing up uneasily. She turned to give everyone a view of her transformed appearance. “I’m going to quit while I’m behind her.”

And transformed it was. The formerly skinny Asian girl now sported an hourglass figure, with enormous breasts above her tiny waist and a round bubble butt beneath it. She’d gained a few inches in height as well, all in her perfect new legs. Her altered skin combined with her naturally pale complexion gave her the look of a porcelain doll come to life, and her waterfall of silky, shimmering hair and almost sexless appearance an ethereal touch to her beauty.

She was encouraged by the protests from her fans, increasingly how she was coming to see them. There were the usual people paying fealty to her skill. She was glad she hadn’t lost that core with all the newcomers her changes had apparently generated. But they were outnumbered by the thirsty viewers, many of whom proclaiming that she looked like a goddess as they begged her to continue. She wondered if this was how rock stars felt when the crowds started screaming for an encore.

She’d deny them for now, some new sixth sense telling her that the play for the moment was to leave them wanting more.

“Sorry guys,” she said.

A thought occurred to her. She set her webcam to take a picture.

“See you all next time!”

She tossed back her magnificent hair and struck a pose just as the shutter closed. The camera caught her flashing a V and a smile toward the camera with her back arched, her chest thrust up and a wave of multicolored hair flying out behind her.

She threw a “See Ya Next Time” caption on it and left it as the screensaver of her channel before logging out entirely.

She went to her bathroom, tired but curious. Standing in front of the mirror on the back door, she marvelled at her new appearance. She looked almost imaginary. Her dramatic proportions, her flawless skin and light shifting hair and the way her new lingerie made her look both naked and sexless gave her a look as though she’d stepped out of a teenage fantasy. She poked her butt, marvelling at its new jiggliness, then hefted a breast. She’d never had tits like this. They were annoyingly heavy, but undeniably appealing.

And suddenly, she broke into a fit of laughter.

For all her physical changes, she was still just Erica inside. The juxtaposition of the anti-social nerd she very much was and the fantasy body she was still was… well, it was hilarious. This app that had been thrust upon them had a very twisted sense of humor.

“Oh shit!” she said aloud, remembering the app finally. She’d gotten so into the stream and her changes that she’d forgotten all about it.

She rushed off to her bedroom to check her phone, alarmed at the possibility that she may have let her time expire. Even if she had any left, there wouldn’t be much. Quickly, she snatched it up and opened her phone, finding that…