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Post by wannabeglam on Nov 21, 2008 5:59:44 GMT -4
"That was weird." I look over at Greg who is still staring at my impressive chest. I giggle and just barely resist the temptation to shake them or jiggle them somehow. With the temple gone, the original path I was traveling stretches out in front of me and makes a turn to the right by the looks of things. I look over at Greg. "I'm going to head that way. Care to join me?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 22, 2008 22:44:51 GMT -4
"Uh...sure..." he says, still mesmerized by (and not-so-secretly jealous of) your body.
"You lead the way!" he says...
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Post by wannabeglam on Nov 23, 2008 9:53:06 GMT -4
I saunter off in front of Greg wishing idly I had heels on instead of my old hiking boots. My t-shirt and shorts had to look cartoonish on me, but they were all I had. So, swinging my hips and ass with every step, I walk to the end of the row and make the right turn. In front of me, the path is blocked by a table of sorts.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 23, 2008 14:25:43 GMT -4
On the table are three items...all of which seem to have a strange glow about them.
"Each guest must pick one item and use it to it's purpose." reads a little note card on the table.
The items are: A Bottle of Clear Liquid A Large Medallion A Box of Chocolates
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Post by wannabeglam on Nov 23, 2008 14:34:55 GMT -4
I look at Greg for a long moment, but he is consumed by looking at my breasts. I clear my throat and he meets my eyes sheepishly. "Well, I think I'm a little thirsty," I say as I grab the liquid and pull the cork out of its neck. "What's it going to be Greg? The chocolates or the medallion?"
I pour the cool liquid down my throat marveling at its iced coffee flavor. I look over in time to see Greg open the box of chocolates and pop one into his mouth with a growing smile.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 24, 2008 1:57:09 GMT -4
Suddenly he drops to the ground, and you cant tell if he is in pain, or if he is enjoying it, but all the same, something is happening to him, something that for the moment is far more interesting than the tingle in your butt and breasts.
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Post by wannabeglam on Nov 24, 2008 17:54:09 GMT -4
"Greg? Greg?! Are you okay?" I absent cup my breasts as I watch him writhing on the ground. I ca't put my finger on it but something about him seems different? Maybe his hair? That's it! It's black instead of brown....and it appears to be growing! Funny, are my boobs larger?
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 26, 2008 4:15:32 GMT -4
Indeed they are, an effect of the potion, also known as the Extreme Hourglass formula. Greg's hair is still growing, and he seems to be changing, his hips shifting, his face morphing...it's all very interesting...
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Post by wannabeglam on Nov 26, 2008 10:46:06 GMT -4
Greg's writhing looks like he's almost, pleasuring himself! He looks happy and content as he continues to change. I look away long enough from his moaning and notice with a bit of....pride that my figure has exploded! My chest must be nearly four feet around and my hips are just as big! My waist is suitably tiny. My boy clothes are stretched beyond their capacity and begin to rip and tear with every move I make. Not to mention to jiggling!
Extreme Hourglass, I think as I look at the poition bottle. "I wonder if there's more where this came from!
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 28, 2008 10:24:37 GMT -4
"More of what?" says a high pitched voice, the voice of Greg, it would seem, as his changes continue...he is still in pleasure, smiling and gasping for air as he experiences the change.
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Post by wannabeglam on Nov 28, 2008 12:09:34 GMT -4
Greg's body is quickly becoming not just feminine, but to die for! Watching his (her?) breasts grow I feel the urge to lick my lips. I stare as he fills out quickly into at least a D cup and wide smooth hips giving way to firm curvy legs. "Oooh, Greg...you are looking so good, baby!"
I look at the medallion on the table. "I wonder what this does?" Greg doesn't hear me, as he moans his way to womanhood.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 28, 2008 17:36:36 GMT -4
The medallion tingles in your hands as you pick it up...when suddenly a voice from the sky shouts "You were to choose only one! No you are cursed!"
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Post by wannabeglam on Nov 28, 2008 17:49:27 GMT -4
"What?" I drop the medallion to the table in fright. "Cursed? What do you mean cursed? I already chose one and used it for its purpose. I was merely looking at it!"
Greg stops writhing and stands up slowly, a beautiful tanned girl with thick dark hair. "You're cursed! Cursed to what?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 28, 2008 18:08:26 GMT -4
The voice is gone, but the ominous tone it had lingers. The new path opens up ahead, awaiting the two females.
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Post by wannabeglam on Nov 28, 2008 19:44:35 GMT -4
I look over at sweet beautiful Greg, now a well-endowed female, with a smile. "Like I believe in curses! Come on! I mean, look at me! I'm already a ridiculous looking girl in what's left of my male clothes."
Greg grins, "Like, what else could go wrong?"
There is a rumble in the ground and ahead of us a new path opens. I look at Greg with a shrug that sets my tits off to jiggling again. "Let's go. Surely somewhere ahead there's a way out of this place!"
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