Changing Some Sisters

(Originally Posted by CatFish)

The sorority, I could tell, was the house that attracted the "misfits" from the local college -- the geeks, the Goths, the plain Janes. It was, I felt, a bit unfortunate that it hadn't gotten caught up in the radius of the changes from my "walkabout," which had extended just far enough that the half-dead tree in its front yard was now healthy, blooming with flowers, and home to a new species of hermaphroditic squirrels I'd inadvertently created.

But, of course, all it took was a brief thought from me to alter the sorority. I picked one of the girls at random and chose to view my changes through her eyes.

Vivian was in her second-floor room, lying on the bed, propped up by pillows, reading a novel -- a class assignment.

The first thing she noticed was the words suddenly blurring. She took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes, then reopened them and blinked several times. Everything seemed in perfect focus without her glasses.

She didn't have long to puzzle over that change, though, because she noticed that her slipper-clad feet seemed to be getting farther away, and her sweatshirt looked like it was rising, being pushed up by growing mounds on her chest.

She sprang up from the bed, almost losing her balance as her rear end pushed out drastically, straining against her jeans. Her own changes, though, seemed to be forgotten when she noticed the bed was literally growing in length and width. The cracks in the poorly-maintained plaster of her walls appeared to be fixing themselves, and then the walls seemed to move away from her, the furniture with them. Her mismatched desk, bookshelf, dresser, and nightstand became an expensive-looking matched set, and there was now enough space in her room that a leather sofa and recliner appeared, facing a TV and stand. Even the desk chair got an upgrade, and the old laptop that was sitting on the desk transformed into a top-of-the-line MacBook.

Vivian briefly wondered why the bookshelf had changed to become shorter, but then she realized that either everything had gotten shorter -- except the bed, which seemed the right size for her and several others and was covered in satin sheets -- or she had gotten taller. The ceiling seemed to have risen, though, which disoriented her, and her clothes --

She looked down to see that her sweatshirt was literally fading out of existence, and it looked like she now had a pair of overripe melons attached to her chest, being held in by what had been a 32A bra, but had changed in material and size and was now more of a bikini top. Meanwhile, instead of jeans, she was wearing a ruffled denim microskirt, the waistband of a red thong extending above the skirt's waistband.

Once again, she grew taller, but it was because her nondescript slippers had become something out of an old pinup illustration, forcing her onto tiptoes with their 6-inch heels.

A little stunned, she didn't fully realize she was walking expertly in the heels as she crossed the room to the closet, which had tripled in size. She walked in to see that it was half empty, a quarter full of skimpy, sexy clothes that I'd provided, and a quarter full of her existing outfits. She grabbed another sweatshirt -- nothing that it seemed to have been altered for her new size -- and pulled it on over her head.

No sooner had she done so than it shrank drastically, again changing color and material, and completely split up the front. Within seconds, it had become a tiny bolero jacket, her sorority letters embroidered into it vertically on the viewer's right side.

She couldn't believe it, but now her eye was caught by the green papers sticking out of the purse that sat atop her dresser. She opened it to see a giant stack of $100 bills, and I nudged her to think only of using it at the mall, for a clothes shopping spree to fill up the rest of the space in her closet.

There was a mirror atop the dresser, now tall enough that it almost reached the ceiling. She looked at herself and immediately noticed that her acne was completely gone, her makeup looked perfect, and her eyebrows were less bushy. Her eyebrows then changed from brown to purple. She took a sharp intake of breath, seeing the hair on her head do the same, the color changing in a wave as it also grew out of its mid-back length and kept growing and growing until it reached almost to her knees.

With a barely audible "pop," a small silver ring suddenly appeared through her right nostril. She went to touch it, suddenly noticing her fingernails were long and manicured, and then there were more pops. Large hoops now dangled from her earlobes, and at least a half-dozen smaller rings encircled each ear. Another ring went through her right eyebrow toward its outboard edge. Four rings appeared in her lips, one near each corner of her mouth. There were some twinges elsewhere on her body, too.

Necklaces of green, blue, and red gems now appeared, dangling close to her cleavage, while a diamond choker encircled her neck, matching bracelets on her wrists. She noticed the rings appearing on her fingers and thumbs, one by one, with their colorful array of gems. It must have seemed a bit odd to her to have one on her left hand's third finger, because that's the one she pulled off -- and it immediately disappeared from between the fingers she held it in, returning to its position on her left hand. She looked up again to see that gem-covered bands were wrapping themselves around her hair as it braided itself.

At that point, she backed up and went to sit on the edge of the bed. I could tell she hadn't been one of the women who got a cock and balls, but she must have felt something "brewing" between her thighs -- it could have been her new genital piercings, or her enlarged clit, her newly massive libido, or a combination of the three. Obviously wanting to check out the situation, she lifted up her abbreviated skirt -- first seeing the colorful butterfly tattoo on the inside of her left thigh -- and then started to move her underwear aside --

Two excited girls ran in. The one who now had lime-green hair wore a bright pink cutout minidress and clear plastic platform heels, along with what I now thought of as my standard accoutrements. "Viv, you changed too!" she exclaimed.

The other one's hair was fire-engine red, and she was wearing a black latex halter top and shorts, along with matching thigh-high boots with what must have been 8-inch heels. "And your room is big like ours!"

They were both talking at once. "But the house itself doesn't seem any bigger!"

"You should see the bathroom on this floor!"

"Yeah, it's all marble, and there's a giant hot tub!"

"We should go downstairs and see what's changed!"

"There's a pool out back now!"

"Did you try putting on different clothes?"

"Your hair looks amazing!"

"Oh, my God, I'm so horny!"

"And look what I've got!" That was the girl with the lime-green hair, who lifted up the bottom of her dress and pulled down her panties to reveal, tucked inside, a cock and balls -- and the cock was becoming more erect with each heartbeat.

I felt Viv involuntarily shudder with arousal.