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Chapter 5 by ZipperTee ZipperTee

The Transformation of Your Face Ends...

...Then You Look Into The Mirror.

After the changes end, you look into the mirror and take in the sight of your new face.

Whoa. You're adorable. Seriously! You're cute as fuck!

Your new mug has a huge emphasis on cuteness rather than hotness. Which is kind of not what you were going for. The eyes have grown to a big and wide shape while your cheeks have become rosy, smooth, and full. Your lips protrude in a tiny duckface, almost like you're about to give someone a tiny smooch. Your chin is also diminutive and your jawline is round. Your neck also seems to have changed to match your face so your head doesn't look too out of place.

While the cute angle wasn't quite what you were aiming for, you're not objecting to having to see this face for the moment. You decide to keep it for now until you get into the mood for another face. Jeez. You're certainly talking like a shapeshifter now. Whatever! You'll probably get used to it at some point. Probably.

Well, you decide to get on with the next thing to transform: Your torso! Which means...

You take a moment to stare at your still-flat chest. It's wide- almost barrel-like and your pecs are wideset while only slightly protruding. You're average, honestly. Not much of a manly chest without all the hair on it...

Well then! Might as well exchange it for something more bouncy!

You let the image of your favorite kind of boobies slip to the forefront of your thoughts: Big, perky, soft, and bouncy melons that come with matching teats and larger-than-average areolae. You also think of how a feminine torso would look.

Then it starts suddenly. It also ends just as suddenly!

While not instant, your ribs shrink by a few in but a few seconds while the lower bit of your ribcage curves inwards. Your sides (hey! your kidneys live there!) rapidly follow, giving your entire abdomen an hourglass shape. Then your chest balloons outwards- but not like it was filling with air. Weight begins to build behind your nipples rapidly as your areola and nips begin to expand alongside the steadily growing mass behind them. The new mass that's taken refuge on your pecs quickly fill with a thick and heavy feeling- similar to swelling but not as unpleasant. Then as quickly as they started, they finish their growth just as fast.

Looking into the mirror, your eyes meet with the most beautiful set of fun-bags you've ever had the pleasure of knowing the existence of. You absolutely admit that you straight up giggle as your newly formed dainty and pretty hands reach up to your brand new puppies, giving them a thorough inspection. They're so fuckin' soft but also somewhat firm- as they have to be, in order to be perky. Your nipples are just as big and lovely as you imagined them as well- not the size of cherries but not small like tic-tacs. A cursory pinch and flick reveals them to be sensitive... and that's all really. Should be careful with them so as not to irritate them or anything. Wait- shit, you're gonna have to buy a bra, aren't you? Oh well, nothing wrong with that. It's just support and protection for your new girls.

Another thing: your gut is gone! No, really! No more dad-bod and no chub hanging over your waistline. Just somewhat-flat stomach and a surprisingly attractive navel.

You suddenly realize that this is the most you've ever used your bathroom's mirror in a very long time as you look into it again.

Holy moly. You're looking like the most adorable amazon ever. Well, maybe not amazon quite yet. You're only about 6 foot 4- for now, anyway. You also still have to deal with your lower half...

"...Let's do the legs next," you mumble quietly to yourself, "nothing wrong with doing legs..."

So you begin to imagine a lovely pair of thighs with a nice amount of bouncy meat. Something that will make people drool and want to use them as pillows- a pair of thick thighs that'll deform ever so deliciously if you were to put on a pair of thigh-highs. You also imagine a round and bouncy set of fat cheeks to compliment your soon-to-be succulent pair of yams. You want an ass that can make a pair of panties whimper in despair and make men and women gaze your way in either jealousy or lust. A juicy pair of phat, pants-straining, jello-y globes that would be a danger to unworthy chairs. You want-!

You're suddenly thrown off balance and your heart skips a beat as you throw a leg out to balance yourself while your hips and pelvis widen rapidly. Your derrière feels weighty and wobbly but not unmanageable. Your calves don't exactly lose mass but your muscles are redistributed to fit a more feminine shape. Your feet decide to follow the ongoing trend and seem to widen and thicken up in a surprisingly appealing way. Your toes grow larger and a bit longer but somehow also grow to be more feminine. Perhaps it's to compensate for your new fat booty?

Then it's over.

What the heck? You didn't even think of some of this stuff...! At least, you thought you didn't. You were thinking about it in the back of your mind because you were going to prepare those transformations next but you suppose your mind is getting more used to the concept of changing things about your body. That would explain how these changes are happening so rapidly now.

As you look into the mirror for what's probably the bajillionth time, you're eyes are immediately drawn to the thick, bare hams that are now your thighs. God dayum- look at these meaty beasts! You could definitely smother someone without trying to crush their head! And now...

Your full lips askew themselves into an excited grin and your chest rises and falls in a breathy manner as your eyes catch sight of your new world-destroying ba-donka-donk. Okay- you might be over-exaggerating a little bit. Your ass isn't big to the point of it looking grotesque and unseemly but you would definitely go as far to say that Kim Kardashian would be jealous.

Okay- Kim Kardashian may have been what you had in mind when sculpting this magnificent ass of yours.

…What? It's not your fault that you're an assman! It's the fault of all the immaculate bouncy behinds in this world! They're just too irresistible!

Anyway, You guess that's it!

Yup!

Nothing else to be changed!

All done!

Nothing left to turn into anything feminine!

You're completely,-!

-Snake.

absolutely,-!

-Hose.

definitely,-!

-Tallywacker.

-totally a girl, now!

PENIS.

God fucking dammit.

You sigh as you gaze into the bathroom mirror once again, your eyes drifting down to your still very present, very prominent, very noticeable little junior. The only piece of you that's left over from before you morphed yourself into a tall, adorable lady.

Can you... should you... do you really want to...

…get rid of it?

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