Changes in Store (Complete)

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That's cool. I'm looking forward to it.

[Grungepunk]

Nice glad to hear that. If this next one is anything like the other two we're in for a treat.
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Yamaha xv535

[Sphore]

Pleasure

Ray slid the DVD into place and flicked on his television screen. Tapping the remote, it began to play. The 22 year old relaxed back onto his couch, and watched with eager impatience. He was a rather uninteresting looking young man, with a tangled mess of wavy light-brown hair, bluegreen eyes, slightly below-average height and freckles. With a hum, the disc began to play.

?Damn,? he muttered, ?David was right- this is quality footage.?

With a grin, he rubbed at his pants as nude girls paraded their way around the screen.

?Yeah... very fine.? Ray grinned, rubbing himself harder.

As the images on the screen ramped up in eroticism, Ray unzipped his fly, groaning at the pleasant pressure as he forcibly worked at his stiffened member. He pressed down firmly, grimacing as he felt the ejaculation coming. His eyes unfocused and his mouth hung open, tensing for the release. Tensing... tensing... tense...

Ahh!!! The release had come, but he felt no unpleasant stickiness. In fact, it had felt as if he had came... well, differently. As if the pleasure had been reflected back upon itself, rather than fleeing away.

It was not important, however. Ray turned his eyes back to the screen, feeling a pleasant rush continuing to echo through his body as he worked himself up for a second go. The sensation was heightening- the girls on the television growing more fantastically explicit every second. He pumped at himself fiercely, a manic grin on his face and his eyes fixed on the screen as a smooth-shaven, muscular man moved onto the screen and began ravishing two of the figures of his attention.

?Oh yeah... ahh...?

His penis was firmly erect again, and he was about to come. His testes tensed, and Ray grunted pleasurably- but again there was nothing physical. However, he didn?t notice this as the orgasm blasted through his body, electrifying everything it reached. Ray leapt to his feet, catching his breath and panting. His t-shirt and sweater were damp with sweat, as were his buttocks and groin. He noticed the lack of semen again, and began to grow concerned- but then again, he?d heard of people stopping it through massive self control- that had to be the explanation.

Eyes slipping back upwards from his groin to the television, Ray was captured. The near-orgy on screen bid him to stagger forward, hand at his groin again. In the background, several nude women were engaged in a sensual, waving dance. On a whim, he began to mimic it, shifting his body through the air, one hand waving above him, the other pressuring his member. It had shrunken slightly, but remained just as firm. The dancers on the screen changed their dance, still waving their bodies, but also massaging their breasts. Ray, grinned and continued to mimic the dance, removing his hand from his groin raising it, rubbing his chest sensuously and running his hands over his muscles- nothing too impressive, but certainly not flat or scrawny. He was certainly glad that his chest wasn?t flat- he?d worked hard- well, he?d worked a little for it.

The dance changed again, with the girls now pumping their hips forwards and backwards, rubbing their asses.

?Yayeah... that?s nice.?

Ray grinned, flexing his glutes and rubbing them like the girls on screen. He felt the tough muscle, and with annoyance felt a thin layer of fat over it- he had to go to the gym more often.

As the dance returned to its original, waving form, one of Ray?s arms raised and the other eagerly returned to his penis. He gasped, as if the sudden sensation had been unexpected. It twitched wildly, before his hand closed around its circumference. Powerful, electric pleasure emanated from his slowly shrinking organ, down to 5 inches from 7. The pressure was building again, and Ray hunched forward. Building, building, here!

The sensation was more extreme than any before it. His legs numbed and gave away, Ray falling back onto the couch. His penis shrank down to a relaxed 2 inches, and he gasped for breath. The sensation was unspeakably powerful, and he needed to bring himself to it again. Sweat beginning to slide through his hair, and he strained to raise his head back towards the screen. He watched the dancers, and felt a compulsion to join the erotic dance a second time. However, there was seemingly no strength left in his legs. His upper body was slumped over his knees, and the second attempt to rise dropped him onto the cold, wooden floor. He felt a tremendous draining, an absolute exhaustion where he was unable to even consider moving. Externally, his muscles were all quivering, his tendons loosening. With herculean effort, Ray pulled his right hand a few inches to rest on his penis. It closed around the tip, and shook weakly. However, for all he could feel, he could have been working with all his might. His member responded with wild abandon, releasing several waves of ecstatic, orgasmic energy through his body. With each wave, his muscles tensed then relaxed, shrinking slightly further each time.

As the pleasure faded, Ray felt the strength to move returning to him. He turned his head towards the television and propped up his torso with thinned arms. A new muscular man was locked in a firm embrace with one of the dancers. Ray grinned, flexing his arms and chest in mock imitation. It was only then that he noticed.

?What?!?

Ray scrambled to his knees, staring in a panic at his body. What had happened? He rushed his hands over his body- it was himself, but almost devoid of his previous- and admittedly modest- musculature. This was impossible! It was...

Ray?s frightened eyes turned back to the screen. The physicality of the girls on the screen caught his notice for the first time. They must have been very fit to continue their dance for such a long time. He caught himself almost beginning the dance again, following the movements as if in a trance.

?No!?

He was desperately trying to reason with himself. One voice rose above the clamour in his head. It was just exercise- if he exercised, he could work himself back into shape... and the girls were exercising, weren?t they? Hahah! Yes, they were.

Thus, after a moment?s hesitation, he began the dance again, smoothly shifting his body in a vertical wave, from his feet, through his torso, to his head and above. His arms followed the dancing girls?, to his chest, which he began to massage. Slowly but surely, he felt flesh returning. It was working! Giving into the hypnotic dance, Ray repeated what he saw, feeling waves of pleasure washing through his body- specifically his chest- as he exerted himself. The watery energy seemed to settle in him, padding his chest which had so recently been emptied.

The dancers hands shifted to their rears, and Ray did the same. He looked down, and saw definition beneath his shirt once again- wonderful! But his glutes were all but gone- he felt almost nothing as he rhythmically massaged them. He flexed, and felt the settling feeling in them as well. Sensuously, as he tensed the area and rubbed as they began to regrow, giving his hands some purchase in the flesh.

Finally, the music changed and Ray raised one hand above his head, the other racing to his groin to find- an entirely unexcited penis. Disconcerted for a moment, he seized the 2-inch organ and rubbed it fiercely. The sensation was overwhelming, bringing him to his knees. Shuddering, he repeated, bringing the shrunken organ to its full length of 3 inches. He rolled over onto his side, gasping and moaning, his left hand racing to his chest. He pulled at his shirt, struggling to remove it with a single hand. Eventually, he settled for pulling the bottom of the shirt inside out and around his head, exposing the naked chest to his fondling fingers. The sensations only grew more powerful as Ray moaned louder, coming closer and closer to orgasm. He flexed and tensed his pectorals, in a futile attempt to bring some musculature back to them, but as he massaged them they only produced more of the settling sensation, beginning to grow flabby. His exposed nipples stiffened and darkened slightly on contact with the air.

Ray felt his penis contracting, ever intensifying in sensation. A few final movements, and he came more powerfully than ever before. The organ retreated to a stub, and he rolled over, his hands now on his chest and ass. Both of them seemed to swell with the attention given to them, and Ray was moaning loudly at each and every new sensation. He was moving into a frenzy of self-pleasure, on a few instances trying to pull himself up, but each time bringing himself back down onto the floor. The nipples on his flabby chest were the subjects of particularly strong attention, as Ray alternatively ran his rough fingers in circles around them or kneaded the soft flesh upon which they stood. The nipples responded, darkening from just off skin tone to a darker brown. At the same time, they remained stiff and erect. Ray pushed down on them occasionally, causing them to spread out wider, but they nonetheless kept on rising up for more.

At the same time, fat deposits were pleasurably building up around his buttocks. He felt it most clearly whenever he was rolling around- slightly more flesh was catching on the floor every time. Some of the smooth flow emanating from his core began to settle further down his legs, seemingly returning quadriceps to where they had once rested. However, their softness and distinctive jiggle suggested their identity to be something else entirely.

Ray brought himself to orgasm several times, each time pushing him into a greater and greater set of curves. By the end, it would not have been unreasonable for him to be wearing an A-cup bra, and he had a derriere to match. Physically exhausted, he had finally lost the ability to keep on moving. He simply lay on the floor, heated by his exertions, staring up at the screen. The characters he saw seemed to speak straight to his mind, whispering to his half-asleep brain. As he rested, his body hair and epidermis began to slough off and evapourate into nothing, leaving smooth, bald skin behind.

Ray suddenly shot upright, unsure of how much time had passed. The DVD was still playing, but something was terribly wrong. His vagina had grown- no! His penis had shrunken down to a stub, and he had the bloody figure of a little girl stapled onto the figure of a thin man! His t-shirt was soaked with sweat, his boxers and jeans likewise. Unsteadily, he rose to her- his! To his feet! He felt an alien jiggle in his chest, causing him to cross his arms over the offending region, to hold it in place- he needed something to keep them from moving like that. Ray turned around and sat down, only now beginning to notice how cold he felt after lying on the floor of his dark television room, motionless and sweaty, for who knows how long. Shivering, he reached over the couch and pulling on a zip-up sweater. He looked at the television- an attractive black woman wearing some fantastic clothes was performing a slow, seductive striptease for a gaggle of men lying on the floor around her. Ray noticed that she was wearing a white lace bra, partially obscured by a black leather jacket with red trim. He looked down at his sweaty, white t-shirt and idly wondered if he could get it to do the same job. He stretched at the fabric around his neck, and found it to have surprising give. She reached- he reached around the waist of her shirt and pulled it up to the bottom of the swelling at his chest, deftly tying off the slack in the middle, then rolled up his short sleeves until they met up with the neck hole. He looked up at the screen to see the woman?s leather coat, now removed from her body. She rubbed it erotically against her groin, with one arm in front of her and the other behind. Escaped beyond in self control, Ray did the same, whipping off his sweater and grinding it between his legs. Moaning with ecstasy, the stub in his groin writhed, beginning to distort, stretching vertically. At the same time, his lips began to thicken and darken, and new facial features began to grow outward from his mouth. His skin began to slowly tan, visible even in the dim, screenlit room, and his nose grew subtly wider. His bluegreen eyes, rolling around in his head, began to slowly give way to a hazel tone.

?Unh... unh!?

The feeling in his groin was maddening- he was stimulated beyond imagination, but no release could come. His mousy hair began to twitch, as individual strands began to curl and coil, darkening to a shiny black. All over her head, Ray?s follicles went mad, as hair began to push its way outwards and downwards. The tan was spreading throughout all of his body now, and even darker tones were emanating from his sensual mouth. His darkening hazel eyes caught a glimpse of the scene, where the black woman, now topless, was being groped from all over. Ray whimpered and keeled over sideways, releasing his sweater. With one hand, he violently groped his left breast, and with the other he sought out his groin. The frantic hand tried to take hold of the last remainder of his member, but it could not get a grip. The penis down into his pelvis, leaving only a small hole behind. In close pursuit, his hand pushed inside of him- then out, and back in, repeating as the cleft grew and deepened, becoming more sensitive with each touch. As he continued this action, his fingers emerged thinner each time, their nails becoming ever longer-

Ray screamed with ecstasy as her orgasm came, flooding throughout her body, washing over her again and again. She rolled over the floor, her skin settling into a dark coffee brown, her buttocks expanding into two voluptuous hemispheres, straining his ill-fitting jeans, but her breasts remaining as small as they had been before. Ray moaned, sense slowly and irregularly returning to him. A vague awareness was all that allowed him to raise his frizzy-haired head towards the screen. The black woman was being carried off, exhausted by her sexual exploits, and a busty but athletic Scandinavian woman was taking her place, once again surrounded by men. With an unexpected return of energy, Ray rose, swinging his sweater back over his shoulders, not noticing that it had now shifted partly to leather. He slid it across his back, waving alluringly, as if she too was trying to capture the attention of the fantasized men around her. On the screen, the woman continued her slow dance, but Ray was losing patience. He didn?t need to follow what he saw on the stupid screen! He seized his small, A-cup breasts, and began to rub them, in two mirrored circles. Sensuous pleasure radiated outwards from them, drawing energy back into them. As Ray rubbed, he felt an inflow in the opposite direction, a pleasant, pushing firmness, working from inside his breasts outwards. The rhythmic actions spread out further and further as his chest measurements expanded with almost unnoticeable speed, through A, B and C, all the way to D-cup.

As he did this, a secondary change was spreading over his appearance. His nipples were lightening, from a deep brown to an almost pinkish hue. Radially outwards from these points of sensation, the melanin in his skin was dramatically giving away, pale flesh once again appearing. The changes spread slowly through her body, whitening that which had only so briefly ago been darkened. As the changes spread back to her face, there were a few moments as the structure beneath shifted. The nose became aquiline, and her features thinned. As her eyes shifted through an odd light brown shade through to clear blue, individual shoots of blonde hair began to appear, attempting to push their way through the intimidating maze of tight black curls. The other transformations over Ray?s body were coming to completion, and as they did, the curls began to weaken, as more and more of their number transformed into straight golden locks. As the final black hairs gave away, Ray spun her head towards the television, sweat-dampened, shoulder-length hair flying out behind her. The previous girl on the screen was gone, and the group of men stood, striking poses. Ray was caught off guard for a moment by just how sexy she found them, before suddenly wondering why that would be surprising. Ray swung her leather jacket between her legs and began the aggressive rubbing once again, giving a pleasured shudder at the feeling. A final parade of girls began to cross the screen, and one in particular caught Ray?s eye. Her eyes, her appearance, her pose- but most of all, her clothes! Ray thought aesthetically of the girl, but the intense feelings from her groin were focused entirely on the collection of men.

As the sweater slid over and over her groin, it changed further. The last bits of fabric, passing over her organ, now wet with excitement, transformed into a shiny leather. Ray let out a scream of pleasure as the rubbing brought her to yet another climax, and the changes spread from the black garment into Ray?s bizarrely out of place jeans. With an athletic grace, Ray reached her hands behind her as far as she could, leaning back in an extremely erotic pose. As she held it, her skeleton shrank ever so slightly. The shrinking continued as Rae brought her hands in a forward rotation. As they passed over her head, black strands began to appear in her hair once again- but these did not curl, they grew in as straight as their blonde predecessors. A slight fold grew in around the inside edge of her eye, which was paling to a silvery grey.

As her arms stretched further forward, her legs slid sideways apart, descending into a split position. With a rip, the inseam of the jeans tore apart, exposing her cotton boxer shorts to the outside. Rae rose up to a standing position, striking a pose and watching her reflection in the screen. She delicately put her hands to her boxer shorts, and began to pull on them lightly. As she pulled backwards, they seemed to drain of colour, fading darker and darker. She continued pulling, and as they thinned, the legs withdrew to the groin. A few embroidered details appeared as the fabric shrank further, settling into the form of a skimpy black thong.

Turning her attention to the torn jeans around her, Rae began running her hands sensuously down her legs. The material reseamed itself, forming a long, but tight-fitting jean skirt. Bend fully over, hips high in the air, she now began to pull upwards. The skirt drew further and further upwards with her guiding hands, rising over her smooth calves, knees, and thighs, before stopping at the midpoint of her rear. Rei grinned and shook her hips, as her hair became more and more overtaken with black. She had grown shorter and her figure slightly more moderate, but she was by no means any less attractive.

It was finally now when her attentions turned to the last piece of inappriate clothing. In place of a bra, she wore a sweat-soaked white t-shirt, rolled up at the arms and tied off roughly beneath her uncomfortable breasts. Rei ran her hands around the garment, tightening it as her fingers brushed over its peripheries. She flexibly ran her hands around her shoulders and back, thinning the material into white straps, which moulded perfectly to her thin frame. Moving around to the front, her hands gently stretched and massaged the material into place. As the last remnants of the shirt began to form the cups of a white bra, Rei played her fingers over it as fine details spread across the bra. It then stiffened, finally providing structure and support for her C-cup breasts.

This final act complete, Rei looked up. She slipped on her tight leather jacket, leaving it unzipped in the middle so as to reveal her bra. She pulled an elastic from her pocket, deftly slipping her hair into a spiky black ponytail. She looked into the screen to see a reflection. Her facial features were east asian, and her eyes were a shocking grey. Her feet were bare, and her legs led up to a ridiculously short jean skirt. She grinned, and looked over the collection of hunks on the screen, as the DVD came to its end.

?That was quality footage...? she purred, clicking off the television, ?Now to return the favour...?

[Octogarden]

Quality indeed.

[cannonfodder]

Sphore: I loved them all! My favorite was Jake's Initiation, though. I can't wait to see any continuation of it!

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Another masterpiece!

Bravo indeed!

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Here's how I would rank these stories so far, from best to worst (none of them are bad).

1. Jake's Initiation
2. Changes in Store
3. Pleasure

Well done, and I'm looking forward to your next story (whenever that is).

[Leonides]

Very good stuff! Thank you!

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So, are there any more upcoming stories or are you taking a break?

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Very good work! I don't come out of lurking to say just anything!

[Sphore]

I've been very busy as of late, but I've got several stories that I'm working on, and hope to post soon. I've also been making sure to keep up my plotline of how these events unfold and are interrelated. I've done some work on connecting stories to form bridges and paths between these transformations, but I'm not sure if I'll post them relatively sooner, or wait until I've written more content within which a narrative might be drawn.

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Works for me!

Take as much time as you need to.