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Post by Matthew on Mar 7, 2010 5:37:30 GMT -4
He looks up, still clutching at his chest, his eyes widening "S-she? Wait, n-no... please, you have to... you have to make this stop!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 7, 2010 12:12:29 GMT -4
The girl looks at you then begins to speak, except her voice is not female. It's the voice of the TV that was taunting you earlier.
"Why should I? Tell me, young lady? Why should I even care?"
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Post by Matthew on Mar 8, 2010 1:50:37 GMT -4
Gasping at the voice, he looks up at the girl, trembling "I... l-look, please, I'm... sorry about the TV, I just needed the money, really... y-you can't do this to me!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 8, 2010 9:53:40 GMT -4
"I think you'll notice...I can do whatever I please!" she smirked, the TV's voice mixed with the sultry tones of hers.
Your hair then began to cascade out of your head and get longer with each passing second.
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Post by Matthew on Mar 8, 2010 16:35:35 GMT -4
Looking confused at the odd feeling coming from his scalp, he gasps as hair obscures his vision "Wh-what? No! You... you can't... I won't let you, you have to s-stop this!" He lunges unsteadily, trying to tackle the girl.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 8, 2010 19:00:06 GMT -4
The girl vanished into thin air, causing you to land on your chest, which was still growing slightly.
"Tsk Tsk...what a shame..."
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Post by Matthew on Mar 8, 2010 19:58:05 GMT -4
He cries out at the sensation of landing on his new chest, wimpering a little as he tries to cradle it with one arm, getting back to his feet unsteadily "D-dammit, get back here!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 9, 2010 8:09:15 GMT -4
Your waist begins to cinch getting smaller, as your hips begin got crack and stretch, widening. This is painful, to put it mildly.
"This is too much fun." the voice said.
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Post by Matthew on Mar 12, 2010 5:13:53 GMT -4
Crying out again, he stumbles against the bar, nearly in a panic now, knocking a few beer bottles over as he looks around, desperate to find the person doing this to him, to stop them before it's too late...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 12, 2010 13:27:09 GMT -4
"What should we call her when she's finished?" asked the voice to the bartender
"That's a good question...What's a name that suits a slimy dog like this"
You then felt your groin start to tingle fiercely and you knew this was it...the part of the transmogrification that you were afraid of the most.
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Post by Matthew on Mar 24, 2010 6:57:48 GMT -4
He glares up weakly, trembling "I... I'm not slimy, I told you, I just.... I... j-just... oh, god, please nnn--aaahhh!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 24, 2010 14:34:45 GMT -4
"How about Michelle? I like that name?" The Bartender smirked.
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Post by Matthew on Mar 25, 2010 5:07:38 GMT -4
Glaring up at the bartender, he shakes his head, trying to grab between his legs, to do something, anything to stop the changes "D-dammit! I... you'll pay for this, you... you won't... get away w-with... aah!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 25, 2010 13:43:04 GMT -4
"The mental changes are going to have to be quite strong with this one, huh?" the Bartended remarked.
"yes indeed"
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Post by Matthew on Mar 25, 2010 13:57:25 GMT -4
Her eyes widen, looking up pleadingly, shaking her head "M-mental changes? I... n-now, wait a minute... I... I didn't mean t-to sound.. c-can't we talk about th-this?"
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