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story by theveryfirstthing

It could not have been a more ordinary day.
That’s important, you see, because this single factor is indicative of not only the experience, but my life proceeding it as well.
Nothing has changed since then, that’s for sure. Oh, you would argue with that for HOURS. They would. Some… Clarity? Is that what they sought, what they seek to obtain in the process?
Hahahahahah… Oh goodness, the tone is still quite surprising.
But, oh, I see now. I’ve been rambling on, as I always do. I am sorry about that.
I think I shall begin.

It could not have been a more ordinary day. For me, this meant being woken up by my mother at 10:30, rolling out of bed at 11:00, and leaving my room by lunchtime. Quite a lazy-ass! Hee. I would be wearing the simplest possible clothes. Sweatpants if possible, pajama pants if not. An anime T-shirt finished this dreadful ensamble, and off I went! Right to the office, oho!
Erm, but not an actual office. My father has a small work area on the second floor, and it is here that he does his work when he’s home. He’s not home very often, mind you. One of those “working dads?” Why, absolutely. And this means gracing my backside with a hug only once a week, most of the time. Most people would feel resentment toward him, but I know he’s sincere about earning money for our family. It’s what drives him to accomplish so much. I don’t mind his absense much at all.
My mother is pretty much the same, but with less padding surrounding her intentions. She simply wants to have fun. It’s a house of four guys, and one girl, so I can see why she’d want to hook up with some girl friends of hers, but… She leaves me all alone. Besides Mom and Dad, I only have my two brothers, and they don’t even exist, really. They’re always outside playing football or baseball or catch. Simple games, and quite fitting for them. And I, with my allergies and reaction to sunlight, can never join them. Not that I’m a sports person, hohohoho. I am most certainly not.
But, erm, yes. With my parents gone, and my brothers away, I am left totally alone.
And what do i do with nobody to watch me?
I price comic books.
All of them, any of them. Anything that anyone wants labeled is shipped to here, inspected for its value, and shipped back. A one-man business, that’s what I was. And I loved it to death.
The comics, honestly, were why I did the job. Each one has so much personality on its own! Every smudge tells a tale of carelessness! A page torn for safekeeping, while disappointing, gives sight to the character of the clients I serve. It’s a wonderful job that keeps me from remembering exactly how lonely I really am.
Oh, ah! D-don’t go! I’m sorry! I rant, ramble, uh…
I tend to do this quite a bit. What did you come here for, honestly?
I know what you came here for.
It was around dinner time that it happened.
I was leaning my arm against the office desk, exasperated, flushed, and…
No, I know, I know…
The very first thing I remember was my head slipping off of my arm and connecting solidly with the desk. Hurt like hell! And why? Well, considering how jaunty the angle was, I would have had to get taller. I realized this and immediately wondered why this was happening. The how seemed unimportant at the time, I guess.
The fact that I was sitting hit me when the sensation did as well. A sound, just before and during the transformation, tore the air. It sounded like pants ripping. I knew it was that, and yet still didn’t comprehend until I had a feeling of incredible… restraint.
Something was pressing on all sides. My pants? The chair? It was the chair. What filled it?
Well, my butt. Clearly.
I don’t know how, or why. But the surprise temporarily put all such thoughts from my mind. It felt so firm, yet soft in places… Absolutely jigglable. That word makes me laugh. Goodness.
And, erm, yes. Genitals. I don’t think I felt them go, really. It wasn’t like I was actively searching for… It, but somehow I knew just the same. I was about to get up and start running.
But at that time, after the restraint came a wave of the same. My thighs and calves grew plumper and heavier. Not fat, not at all. But clearly, it was… Sexy. I know now that this word can describe this transformation’s goal. My legs, shapelier than… Shapes. God, I hate describing this. No good at it.
But my feet got smaller, my legs got bigger and curvier… And I was officially a woman from the waist down. It happened. There. As if to add insult to injury, my skin obtained a permanent glossy hue, as if I was always covered in sweat. Oh, hahahhahah. Ha!
I noticed this, obviously. I tried to stand, but failed to unjam my butt from the seat. How… Convenient? Clearly, though, with my pants in shreds and my bottom being a girl’s, showing myself to the world would have been an awkward affair. My shirt couldn’t even make it past its width.
Uh… Waist, yes. It cracked inward. Simply, it did. I don’t know why this happened seperately, but it was important enough, I guess?
The next part intrigues me, though. I would have expected the transformation to continue upward, and breasts to form, but they didn’t, not yet.
No, what happened next implies some sort of… Power did this to me. Something that needed to concentrate.
My chest began to bloat. But around the point where my nipples grew and poked through my shirt, they stopped. Instead, my hair grew LONG. Past my back, past my waist, to my thighs. Long, wavy hair in an eye-blindingly bright pink. I will admit that I had always wanted pink hair before this, but SORRY.
Arms. Hair… Why… Why is this even worth recalling? You can SEE what happened!
Look at me! Does THIS need some step by step explanation? Tits dangling to my fucking waist like mutant watermelons, hair that practically shrouds me! Arms that couldn’t harm a thing! A ridiculously exaggerated hourglass figure…
I am probably the sexiet thing alive, and you know this. So why did you ask?
Surely you, too, don’t want this.
As I said, it changes NOTHING. Your mind stays the same, and your body? Society makes a meal of you. But I am immune to all of it. I am still sitting there in that chair, my ass practically fused to the fucking thing. Tits make it damn difficult to pick up what’s in front of me. I can’t even see my own feet.
I suppose I could help.
This is it.
The shirt I wore. A Hatsune Miku Tee, shredded to near-unwearability. When my transformation ended, it only covered the sensitive parts in a single thin strand. I don’t know if it had anything to do with it.
I honestly don’t think it did. But here. Take this. Tailor it, maybe? Or just drape it over yourself. Just tell me what happens though.
But, if you will permit me to speak my mind… Let me rant a second more…
I think that whatever happened, was some chemical miracle, or aliens. Nothing else could be.
Because, and this may surprise you, but…
Whatever fantasies I had before then were all reasonable. They had specific timings, causes, and effects. But this…

This fantasy of mine?
And why would it be any other way?
Our fantasies are fantastical! They defy imagination!
So why, then, would you limit them to a believable cause?

Look, I’m just sayin’. I’m just sayin’.
But, ah…
I guess that’s it. See ya.
Come back soon, okay?

story by theveryfirstthing
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EnderVice Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
you drew the picture right? i was wondering if you could draw something for me. please read all of these fully before reading the bottom message, or read the bottom message then read them all FULLY! to emphasize.………

I wrote these parts to a story with characters and i wanted someone to draw them just so i could see if i did a good job describing them. and you seem a good artist.

there is one girl(well man who was turned into a women), 2 Men(okay one man and a gnome) and 1 thing called a boggart.

you will probally get the characters looks more if you played Kingdoms of Amalur.
ChompWorks Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2014
...umm sorry this is too much for me to just do, if your willing to commission this, then fine, but as a free request this is simply too much.
EnderVice Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Then could you atleast do the first one for free, i have no money.

I ask for you to do it out of the kindness of your heart!

ehhh..actually i really don't care one way or another, if you'd like to draw them its up to you.
ChompWorks Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2014
I could do one of them, that's no problem.
EnderVice Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Okay then please do the woman of part 1.
SHADOWoftheSPARTAN Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2014
I loved how you told this. It is unique and intriguing. Great job
ChompWorks Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2014
this wasn't my story, this was his
SHADOWoftheSPARTAN Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2014
Oh. I would then ask that the compliment be passed on, buuuuut I feel like I should still congratulate you on something first. So I will say that your monster girl transformations were fun to browse through. I hope that my earlier misplaced praise hasn't offended you.
ChompWorks Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2014
no, of course it didn't, and thank you by the way
SHADOWoftheSPARTAN Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2014
You're welcome
ShadowFrost1 Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2013
This style is actually pretty intriguing. Reminds me of a mix of tg literature and comic, and pretty amusing
ChompWorks Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2013
thanks, and thank he guy who wrote the thing lol
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