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Happy Thanksgiving! (TG)
🕑 Added 2020-11-28 17:58:43 +0000 UTCYes I know I am late, but here have it anyway, hope you enjoy the cleaned up product.
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Today was Thanksgiving and Wyatt hummed cheerfully as he drove to his friend’s home. It had been some time since he had last seen his pals due to his new work schedule. He was grateful that he could get the day off from work and enjoy himself. He might be working tomorrow, but by then it wouldn’t matter. He had been afraid he wouldn’t get to enjoy the day and have to work either the night shift or the afternoon. His parents celebrated the day earlier in the morning with a large breakfast. It was different, but it worked in his favor and allowed him to celebrate more than one Thanksgiving.
He hadn’t touched any food since he had finished eating with his parents, so his appetite by the time that he got there would be back. And he intended to have his fill again. Today was a day where one didn’t think about dieting or how much they ate and instead ate like it was their last meal with their friends and family. Besides, there was no greater insult than to not have any food on a holiday like this after all the preparation, time, and effort that the cooks had put into their food.
His friend Austin’s house came to view and just as he was happy to see that there was only some of his friend’s car and Austin’s family. Whenever there was a party he would try to get there early so he wouldn’t have to deal with the weirdness of being one of the late birds and having to say hello to everyone at once. He didn’t know if more people would come, but if more did he would be happy to see that he wasn’t.
The young man felt strange to be there, even though he would know some people there and had visited the house almost weekly. He wasn’t too close with the parents, since they did their own thing while he and his friends played their games and watched movies together. Occasionally they would talk, but it was only small conversations about what they were doing. Still, there would be other people he had never met before and it made him nervous.
“They’re going to be more focused on interacting with people that they are interested in rather than you,” Wyatt told himself.
The family members would be more interested in talking with each other, especially if it had been some time since they had last met up. They would want to catch and learn what the other has been doing. It would be just like him and his friends, who would go off and do their own thing. It happened whenever there was a big party and they were all together. Not that he minded, since he honestly preferred it over having to interact with them and try to think of ways to get a conversation going.
Wyatt got out of the car and made his way to the front door. The young man breathed in and out and tried to steel his nerves. He opened the door and could hear conversations going on further inside along with country music. He looked to see where they were and saw they were all in the back. He gathered his courage and gulped as he walked inside, heading straight to Austin’s parents. The brunette wouldn’t have to say hi to everyone and only had to do so for a few people. Once he had said his hellos then he could just hang out with his friends and they could do what they originally wanted to today. Hang out, watch some stuff on youtube and some of the streaming sites, and go from there.
“Hello,” he said genially to the patriarch and mother of the household.
“Nice to see you, Wyatt, did you make sure to bring your appetite?” Austin’s father asked. He was a stout man whose hair was greying on the sides of his head. He had a large grin that put him at ease and a crooked nose.
“Yes I most certainly did,” Wyatt replied with a grin.
“Well we got plenty of it set up, and don't want to be left with piles of leftovers,” Austin's mother said. She was a tall petite woman with glasses.
“Austin is in his room with the rest of your friends. We have some appetizers set up if you want something now before all the food is done.”
“Thanks, I might take you up on that offer,” Wyatt said and went around the rest of the table to introduce himself to the rest of the party members around the table, more to be civil than anything else. He doubted he would be remembered long by them and that they didn’t care too much for him either. Besides, they probably wouldn’t see each other again until the next party or talk to each other again at this party. He recognized some of the people at the table like his friend’s older brother and his annoying nephew. The rest he had no clue who they were.
Sitting off to the side with a smile on her face was an old woman with thinning short grey hair and a wrinkled face. He recognized her as Austin’s grandmother. He went over to her, a little nervous.
“Nice to see you again Mrs’s Clemont,” Wyatt said. He never had much interaction with her and wished he could remember her name right now. He had seen her once or twice and never got to know her well. He didn’t even know her name despite how many times he had been coming over here for years. The only time he had any major interaction with her was back when she had given him a ride back in highschool. It had been more to the point and she had been the one to lead the conversations asking about their lives and what was going on back then.
“It is good to see you again Wyatt. I'm happy you could come. Thank you for being my grandson’s friend,” she said. “He has always been such a shy boy.”
“It’s not a problem, and I’m glad he is mine,” Wyatt said honestly. He was one of his best friends in the world and he couldn’t imagine what his life would be like. He had known and kept his connection with Austin the longest, but that didn’t stop the rest of his friends from meaning so much to him. This wasn't the first time that she had said something like this to him and he had no doubt that it would happen again.
“Your group of friends have done such wonderful things for my grandson and helped bring him out of his shell,” she said gratefully. “He had such a hard time making friends because of it.”
“Well like I said I'm glad to have a best friend like him in my life,” Wyatt admitted. He wasn't sure what else he could say to that. Austin openly admitted that if he hadn't taken the initiative back then they might not have gotten to know each other.
“I know you really mean that. I hope the two of you enjoy the rest of your lives together,” she said gently.
Wyatt nodded, a little put off by her wording. The way she said it almost sounded like she thought the two of them were in a romantic relationship. Austin was a great guy and one he would definitely help be a wingman for in a heartbeat if he had to, but he just wasn't into guys in that way. Sure they might be willing to crack jokes, but all friends did that. Now that he had finished his greetings with everyone, he made his way to Austin’s room.
As he did, he looked around to see what else had been set up and the decorations. A large thing of chicken dip had been set up with a tray of chips next to it. In the backyard, he could see that they had already set up the volleyball net. It had been a bit of a tradition to have that when there was a party going on. They would probably get in on that later before they ate. Playing a game on a full stomach was never a good idea.
He opened the door to his best friend’s room and looked around as he said. “Hey, guys.”
“Wyatt!” some of them cheered.
“Glad to see you could make it,” Austin said.
Austin was a thin man with a lanky body. He was handsome enough with a clean face and a pair of glasses on his face. His brown hair was brushed to the side. He wore a simple pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt.
“You know I wouldn’t miss this party for the world. So what have you boys been up to before I got here,” Wyatt asked as he took a seat by the foot of the bed.
Another of his friends, Mark, informed him of what had been going on. Mark was a taller boy with an average build. He had gained a bit of a potbelly over the years, but he was still on the fitter side. He had a goatee that vaguely made him think of a billy goat and long brown hair that went down his back. “Was wondering what had taken you so long. Was about to call you telling you to hurry up since you’re so late.”
“You say I’m late, but I’m early since I arrived before I was supposed to. Apparently, not early enough since all of you late bastards are here.”
“Hey we can be early, we just usually aren’t,” Mark refuted good naturally. “Us beating you here is proof of that.”
“Now what did I miss boys?” Wyatt asked.
Mark informed him of their conversation and what they had been talking about before his arrival. He immediately got into a conversation that revolved around some of the games they had started and been making progress in. It felt good to be here surrounded by the rest of his friends. It reminded him of the old times when they were in high school and didn’t have to deal with the responsibilities they had now. Austin chipped in from time to time but he kept quiet for the most part and allowed the rest of them to lead. He preferred to stay off to the side and only speak occasionally. It wasn't bad and made him notice when his friend spoke more. If only things could stay like this more often and they could have more fun.
Still, he would need to see if he could go back to hanging with his friends regularly and not get into hanging with them at the butt end of their meetings. Hopefully, they would be able to hang out more often soon enough. It pained him that he couldn’t be there for the full thing and had to be informed of what was going on. It made him feel like he was missing the joy of their meetings because the energy seemed to have died down by the time he joined.
“Excuse me, I’m going to grab a drink? You guys want anything?” Wyatt asked. The boys let out various cries of no and after hearing all of them were content he left the room.
The young man went out through the bathroom door to reach the back porch where the coolers were to avoid the crowd in the living room. As he was about to open the bathroom door, he noticed something was off about his arm. He raised his arm and noticed that it looked less hairy than it did earlier. He ran his hand over the limb and frowned at how smooth it. He focused on one small portion of his arm with a well-defined bush of hair and kept it there.
He could feel the hair there start shifting around as if it was being moved, but he wasn’t doing anything to do so. There wasn’t a breeze in the room that could move his hair either. He focused on the way it was moving and noticed that it almost felt as if the hair was receding into his body. He removed the portion his hand was covering and saw the hair there was noticeably thinner.
“This can’t be right,” Wyatt said. “Am seeing an illusion?”
He walked outside and grabbed a soda from the cooler and popped it. He chugged its contents down and let out a content sigh. He grabbed another just in case. With how quickly he had gotten through the first one he wouldn’t be surprised if he went through the second just as quickly.
With his rinks in hand, he went back the way he came but stopped when he saw his reflection in the mirror and stopped when he noticed something was off. He saw the hair on his limbs were completely gone as if it had been shaved off.
He placed his drinks down, raised his arms, and looked at them. He was shocked to see that the hair on them was gone. Not only that, but they looked thinner as if they had lost muscle. He rubbed his arms and froze when he realized they were smaller. The tightness his limb had was more prominent as if he had gotten some more exercise and trained them.
Wyatt ran into his friend’s room, his drinks forgotten on the counter. He ran back to his friend’s room and shut the door behind him. He said, “Hey guys, something is wrong with my arms!”
The others stopped and looked at him worryingly. Marcus moved closer and looked at Wyatt’s limbs curiously as if he was trying to find something specific. After a moment he shrugged and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about man, they look the same as always.”
“What?” Wyatt questioned and looked at his friends as if the man had grown another head.
Wyatt looked around at everyone else, to see if they could see the changes or not, and couldn’t find any sort of panic on their faces. It looked like he would have to try and figure out what they were talking about and what was wrong. “You gotta be shitting me?”
“No we’re not you look like you always did,” Austin admitted, his quiet voice reverberating around the room as if it was coming through a stereo. “Are you okay?”
“...Yeah I’m fine,” Wyatt answered, trying to keep his emotions under control.
The young man sat on the bed and tried to think of something that could logically explain this. It was insane that his friends couldn’t see the changes. There had to be an answer or some part of a joke that he wasn’t quite sure. The second might have been a fool’s hope but he had to keep every possibility in mind no matter how slim it was. Still, that wouldn’t explain the sudden change of his arms.
His legs felt off as if he was trying to run through a pool. He looked down and his feet suddenly starting getting smaller, as if they were being compressed. His toes got smaller along with the soles of his feet, and they soon became small petite womanly feet that barely kept his shoes on. The changes traveled up his legs and he could feel his legs start to slim down to match his thinner feet. When the changes reached his thighs, the reverse started to happen. His thighs started to blow up as if they were sponges absorbing water and growing larger. They pushed his masculinity against his pants until it felt like they were being pushed against them. The young man groaned and wished he could move his masculinity into a more comfortable position, even if it would get attention for his pants.
Suddenly his shoes started to press in on his feet as if they were following his feet’s example and his pants felt wet, even though no liquid fell on them. They pressed in on the sides of his feet as if he had pulled on the laces and redone the knot and comfortably fit around his feet.
His pants started to change as well. The sides of his pants got smaller and conformed to the change, practically almost lovingly caressing his legs. When they finished changing, his pants new tightness only served to further push his thigh against his junk, feeling like they were being crushed. The back of his pants hugged his flat butt and showed how lacking he was in the curves department.
“How the hell is this happening,” the young man hissed and looked around to see if any of them had noticed the changes. Much to his dismay, they didn’t seem to, even though his legs were in clear view of everybody and only serve to show his friends were clueless about what was happening.
If his friends didn’t know what was happening to him, then there was no way the other guests would notice the changes. He was on his own until he found someone else who could see the changes or find the cause of them. Hopefully, he would be able to figure out something before these changes got further along.
The first thing he had to do was take stock of the situation and what had happened previously. What had happened before the changes started and if there anything weird that stood out to him. He frowned and thought hard, thinking over everything that happened today, or the past few days for a lead. To his horror, he couldn’t there wasn’t anything that stood out. The drive over was normal and he hadn’t run into anyone beforehand. There hadn’t been any strange messages, items, or people he had encountered. Nothing had happened at his work and his home life was still the same routine as it always was. Everything about his life and routine had been normal until recently.
He breathed heavily through his nose and cursed his memory. There had to have been something that he couldn’t remember and it had to be because of his shoddy memory that he couldn’t recall it. There was always a root cause for things and the moment he found it the moment he could work on stopping this.
A sudden burning sensation came over his eyes as if he had spilled soda in them. The young man hissed and brought his hands over his eyes and rubbed them. The burning grew more intense and he couldn’t bring himself to stop rubbing it.
“Wyatt are you okay?” Austin asked worryingly.
“I think I got something in my eye,” Wyatt answered as the burning growing. He stood up and carefully made his way to the door. “I'm going to hit the bathroom.”
His eyes quivered as he walked to the bathroom and struggled to keep them open. He worried about what would happen if he couldn’t keep them open. There was little doubt in his mind that this was the first of the next changes that were about to happen to him. The only question he had was how much more would change in the process before it was over. His heart pounded in his chest and he felt around for the handles of the sink. When he finally found them, the young man turned on the faucet and slowly, carefully moved his head under it so his eyes would be right under the stream. Wyatt groaned from the cool water that poured over his face. The burning from his eyes lessened the longer they were under the water.
He hoped that the reason his eyes were in such pain was because something had gotten in them. There were times where it seemed like something had gotten in his eyes and he would need to rub it until it was better. Despite how much he hoped that was the case, he had little doubt that it wasn’t.
The young man moved his face away from the sink and pulled on the handle to plug it. Water filled the sink as he tried to open his eyes again, but still, he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. He cupped some of the water and splashed water on his face and breathed out as the water poured over his face. He could feel it wet the front of his shirt, but he didn’t care. Not with how much his eyes burned that it was the only thing he could think of.
When he could finally open his eyes he gasped when he saw his face in the mirror looked cleaner and his eyes were different. His eyes were now a bright baby blue that could compare to the sky. It was such a difference from his emerald green eyes that it was as if he was no longer looking at an open field, but a clear sky. He touched his face and his flesh gave into his finger as if it was clay. He gulped and pulled his hand back. He struggled to keep his eyes open, lest he miss an important detail that might give him some clue.
As if his action was a trigger, the rest of his face started to change faster. The young man watched as his face morphed as it was being sculpted by someone. His cheeks rose higher, his jaw softened and rounded out until his cheeks were much higher and changed the shape of his face. His lips grew larger as if they were swelling from an allergic reaction and became soft inviting pillowy lips. The reverse happened with his nose which started to get smaller as if it was collapsing in on itself until it became a sharp feminine nose. Soon the sensations stopped and he gulped as he studied the new heart-shaped face in the mirror. Staring back at him was that of a lovely young woman who looked like she could have been a model. All of the crushes he had over the years couldn’t compare and his new face would have been his latest if it was on anyone else.
As crazy as the changes to his limbs were this was on a completely different level than he was expecting. He had thought that no matter how extreme they were, he would still look like himself, even if his limbs had become little more than twigs and his face too gaunt to be himself. The person staring back at him, couldn’t have been him, no matter how he looked at it. Now he couldn’t even have that solace.
His hair started to grow longer as a fresh sheen entered his hair. The changing boy touched the ends of his growling locks and gulped, as his heart started to pound faster. It finished growing when it reached the end of his chin, making him gulp and pet his hair. His hair was much softer as if it was a freshly cleaned blanket.
The young man breathed in and out to calm his beating heart. As fond as the idea of staying in here was, he couldn’t afford to do so. One of his friends would no doubt come and investigate to see how he was doing. Not to mention someone would eventually come here and need to use it. If he was in here for too long they might think he was having a medical issue and call the paramedics or something. And then he would be unable to find the cause and a way to stop it.
He stepped out of the bathroom and went back into his friend’s room. He gulped as he looked around at his friends. His friend looked at him for a moment, before returning to what they were doing. The changing young man wanted to scream at them about what was happening, but he knew it would be futile. If none of them could see his changed face then there was nothing he could do to convince them. At best they would think he was pulling a prank, and at worst they would think he was going crazy. Neither of which would end well for him.
“You okay?” Austin asked.
“I’m fine,” Wyatt answered grumpily as he turned to his best friend.
The moment his eyes landed on his friend something was off to him about his buddy. He had always thought his friend was good looking and could get any girl he wanted if he had more confidence. Now though he couldn’t help but think of how much more he stood out for some reason, as if he was seeing him in a new light. All the good times they had sprung forth and a smile graced his lips. It was comforting to see that despite his inability to see something was wrong he could tell that something was bothering him.
“Yeah I’m fine,” Wyatt said and took his spot before he had left the room. He snuck a look at his friend again, feeling compelled to do so.
There was something about the way he looked right now. So comfortable, so relaxed that it made the smile serene smiled he had much more prominent. He wanted to reach out and wrap his arm around his shoulder and pull him closer. All the good memories he had came forward and made him smile. He would have wanted his partner to be someone like him when he finally got with someone.
Wyatt shook his head. That line of thought wasn’t normal, sure his friend was the best kind of person he could ask for being smart, dependable, and friendly, but he didn’t feel like that toward him. It had to be the frustration of not knowing what to do messing with him or worse another part of the changes. He needed to get out of here and look for something to do to relax and get some space from his friend.
“I’m going to grab a snack,” Wyatt said and left the room before anyone could say anything.
He went to the appetizers and looked at the food there as he grabbed a small plate, his mind thinking over again what happened and the possible causes. It all looked so good that he didn’t know where to start. For a moment he looked over the crowd of people as he grabbed his meal, wondering if anyone was going to comment about his changed appearance. They all looked so happy and content, Austin’s grandma seemed content where she was smiling over everyone from her seat.
He grabbed some of the chips and dip and started to eat them. His stomach gurgled and pressure formed around his waist as if someone was pressing down on it. He looked down and noticed his stomach was starting to flatten at an increased rate. The young man gulped as it did and pawed at his stomach with his free hand. The smoother it became the harder it became. His hand went in less with every poke and he gulped as it continued to harden. Soon he was left with a sexy flat stomach that completely replaced the gut he had.
Suddenly the pressure grew and it was as if a corset had been wrapped around his waist. It grew as if someone had tightened the straps around his body. His waist started to cave in to the power, creating a noticeable slope on the sides of his body. The brunette gasped as the power worked over his form making him gag. It quickly finished and he was left with a slim sexy waist that complimented his stomach. He poked his stomach again, which barely went in, and flinched from how strong it was.
Wyatt looked down at the platter in his hands as if it was rat poison. He placed the plate down and shoved it away as if it was a bomb that was about to go off. If just a few small bites of food were going to cause this then he wasn’t going to have any more for now. He quickly ran back into the bedroom. There was no way he was going to stay out here with all this delicious food in front of him. The feminine young man entered the room and saw the others standing up.
“Oh hey Wyatt,” Mark said. “Was the food good?”
“Y-Yeah it was good,” Wyatt gulped and placed his hands on his hips.
“So you guys ready for some volleyball?” Austin said.
“Sure that sounds good,” Mark said, and the rest of their friends started to agree. “Could use the exercise to make a little more room.”
“Sounds good? What about you, Wyatt? You in?” Austin asked.
Wyatt gulped, his voice stuck in his throat as his stomach twirled as if he was doing flips. He wasn't ready and he doubted he would be any good of a player after all the changes he just went through. This body despite the fact it was his, felt almost foreign to him. Just like when he rented a car and was trying to get used to it. He wasn’t used to his body’s new dimensions. This would the first test drive he would have and fully know what it was like to move in it.
He looked around at the excited expressions on his pal’s face and couldn’t bring himself to say no. The thought of disappointing his friends, especially Austin left a bad taste in his mouth that made it so he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. Especially when he thought about all the fun they might have. He didn’t want to be the only one among his group of friends who didn’t say anything and became the party pooper. That would have put him on the receiving end of his friends’ jokes for the rest of the day at least.
Wyatt sighed quietly and forced himself to follow his friends, almost as if he was a lost puppy. Every step felt like it might get off a landmine, and made him gulp. He paid rapt attention to the way his body felt, trying to find something was different about his body. As he followed them, his friends eagerly talked about various topics, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak with what was happening to him. They quickly came to the volleyball net and divided into two groups, with Austin and Mark standing in front of the rest of them.
Austin became one of the team leaders on the simple premise that he owned the place, while Mark became the other team leader. The rest of them stared them down, waiting for the next part to happen. They did rock paper scissors to see who would get first pick of their teammates and let out a breath when he saw Mark won.
Wyatt watched as his friends were chosen one by one for one team or the other. The changing young man couldn’t help but be vaguely reminded of his high school gym class when they would play dodgeball. Before he had bulked up, he would be one of the last people picked. Now with his body in the shape, it was, he was getting flashbacks to those times. He might no longer be as big or as muscular looking as his pals, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play well or was unhealthy. From what he could tell this body was in good shape.
“I’ll take Wyatt,” Austin said.
The moment, the name passed his lips, Wyatt walked over and looked at the rest of their friends yet to be chosen. His heart fluttered in his chest and a smile blossomed on his face. He was happy his friend still had some faith in his athletic ability, even if he couldn’t see the difference.
After the teams were sorted they moved to the sides of the net and stared each other down.
Wyatt gulped. There was a feeling in the back of his head that told him something bad was going to happen the longer he stayed here. That something would happen and it would change his world. From his experience, the voice in his head was usually right on such matters. He had no idea how much more his world could change, but he was willing to bet it could get worse.
Wyatt watched Mark who had the volleyball in his hand and breathed out. His friend was a good spiker and strong enough to send it over, though he had a hard time with control and could either send it over the net or out of bounds. His breath hitched as his friend slammed the bottom of the ball, sending it into the air and over the fence toward the feminine boy.
The changing young man stared at the ball as it flew through the air and pondered if he should move. He looked around and waited to see if the others would move. He moved forward and slammed it higher up into the air. The changing young man groaned as he watched the ball fall and moved out of the way as one of his teammates came over to him and slammed it over the fence. The ball flew over the frontline’s head over to the back. Mark ran over and slammed it back over the net. Wyatt moved and breathed out as he managed to send it back over the net this time without issue.
A smile blossomed on his face as the game went on and his worries about what might happen faded. He wasn’t an idiot to think that he could just wait out his problems and they would just go away. No, but maybe if he relaxed just a little it would all come together and he would be able to figure out how this was all happening. His mind felt clearer than it had since the transformation first began.
A sudden pain went through Wyatt’s lower body as if someone had punched his hips. The young man held them as his hips started to crack and he unwittingly shimmied in place as they changed. The changing young man looked down and watched as they pushed his hands farther out. His pants grew tighter across his frame as they did so, making him anxious. He breathed in and out, forcing himself to remain calm as they continued to change. His hips finished changing when he was left with wide striking hips that looked like they could have belonged to a fertility idol.
“Wyatt it’s coming to you!” Austin cried, bringing the changing male out of his thoughts.
The brunette looked around, trying to find where the ball was going. He saw the ball fly towards him and he moved to better position himself and raised his arms to force it back over the net. However he missed and the ball bounced off the ground and slammed right into his junk, making him go straight as the ball rolled away on the grass.
“Ohhh!” The young man groaned and fell to his knees, as the rest of his friends hissed, some even covered their balls as if the same would happen to them. He cupped his junk and noticed that there was nothing there. He pressed down between his legs and gulped as he felt a pair of new lips there.
“N-No!” the changing young man squealed as the hill that represented her masculinity was gone.
“Wendy are you okay?” Austin asked, as he quickly ran over to her.
“No,” the new girl squealed in pain and horror. The new name that he said burning in her brain as if it was a tattoo.
“Let's get you off to the side for now,” Austin said as he helped her stand up.
The girl blushed from her friend holding her so close and gulped. He was remarkably gentle as they moved. She could feel his arm far more than ever, they weren’t large, but they were far more toned than she was expecting. It wasn’t bad, almost comforting even. It made her want to feel them a little more intimately as he guided her over to an empty seat and helped her sit down.
The former boy gulped as she did her best to keep her eyes off of her new missing masculinity. Her new parts ached in pain from the blow that had inverted her insides into their new anatomy, which made her tear up. She sat there not sure what she would do. The first thing that came to her was to grab them and hold them, but with the lack of her original identity there, she didn’t want to deal with reminders more than she had to. Though she wasn’t sure if it was the loss of her identity, or if it was because of the pain. With how bad it was, she was willing to bet it was a mix of both.
“You want to keep playing when you're better?” Austin asked.
“No I need a break,” Wendy said, trying to ignore the pain better her legs. “I guess I’ll just be a cheerleader for now.”
“If you want to get back in, then just say so, we’ll always have a spot ready for you,” Austin said, and then went to rejoin their friends, leaving Wendy alone.
The girl watched his hips, unsure of what she was feeling as she watched them move side to side. She had to admit that he did have a nice ass. It might not be the most toned, but it was certainly more refined than she was expecting. Oh good god what was wrong with her, she couldn’t be falling for her friend!
The pain in her new privates started to cease. She slowly stood up and walked around. It was strange to do so without feeling anything moving between her legs, but she forced herself to get used to it. She didn’t have long considering how far along in her transformation she was. At most, she would probably have an hour.
A rumble from her lower body made her freeze and gulp as if she was facing down some large predator. Her butt felt like it was being roughly fondled and gulped, despite the fact she was sitting on it. She had known this would come sooner and later, even though she hoped that it wouldn’t. She wasn’t sure how big she would get, but considering how wide her hips were, she was willing to bet she would have more than a flat butt, much to her dismay.
Her ass started to grow larger, making the girl groan. It pushed against the back of her pants and made the girl whimper from how much it was growing. She rose higher in her seat, almost as if she was getting taller, but knew that wasn’t the case. The girl felt her pants stretch more all over her body as they grew even tighter. Her developing cheeks were pushing against the confines of her pants to their limit, and still, they continued to grow. She thought she would be getting thicc from all of this, but she didn’t think it would be this much. Her buttocks finished growing when she was a huge wide rump that stood out like another shelf behind her.
The new girl shakily stood up and examined her new amazing ass. God, it was almost calling for attention and her hands ached and wanted to roughly squeeze her cheeks. She was very much an ass man, or at least was, and this one would have been one of the ones that she would have fantasized about seeing in various outfits. Even now her mind imagined it in many different clothes and being squeezed and fondled, causing the young woman to blush intensely. She looked away, desperate to think of something else.
She gulped and looked down at her flat chest as if it was a bomb that would go off. Just how big would her breasts get before the transformation was finished? She was more than willing to bet they would be hearty mounds that would catch as much attention, if not more so than her butt. The thought alone made her gulp as she imagined a large set of breasts that would be far too big for her feminine hands to hold.
The back door opened and she turned to see it was Austin’s mother who had a pleased grin on her face. She called out, “The food is ready!”
Wendy watched as the people around the volleyball net and the rest of the back porch stopped what they were doing. They all walked back inside the house, as her friends move toward him, making her feel small and want to be consumed by the earth.
“Hey, are you feeling better?” Austin asked.
“Yeah I’m feeling better,” the new girl replied, her face darkening at his concern.
Suddenly Wendy felt something wrap around her flat chest. The former boy gulped and had an idea of what was happening. It wrapped around her shoulders and could feel the straps connect to the one around her chest She looked down and saw her clothes were changing. Her top finished morphing into a white low-cut tank top that would have shown off her chest. Her jeans wrapped tighter and adjusted to her frame allowing some comfort while showing off her body’s curves.
Before she could try and get away she got dragged by the crowd into the line and followed them inside. She joined the rest of her friends at the back of the line, listening to them and the rest of the people talking, their words almost getting mingled together. She stood there not sure about what she should do. She was still just as clueless as to what was causing the changes as she was at the start of this weird process and hadn’t made any headway into it. There hadn’t been any clues that she could use to put this together and maybe find a way to change back.
When she reached the front of the line, she saw it was filled with all sorts of food. From mashed potatoes and gravy, ham, turkey, deviled eggs, corn, beats, and more. It all looked so good and would have looked heavenly if it wasn’t for what was happening to her. Even so, the sight of all the delicious food made her mouth water, and want to dive into eating it all right now, despite the situation she was in.
She slowly made her plate, as if she was making sure it was poisoned and measuring every little batch. It would look strange if she came up here and didn’t get anything to eat, so to keep up the face of everything being okay she made her meal. She grabbed the mashed potatoes and gravy, some of the turkey and ham, the deviled eggs, the corn, a slice of bread, and more. The memory of what happened the last time she came to her and made her gulp. She wasn’t looking forward to seeing how big her new girls would be.
“Hey you shouldn’t forget the stuffing,” Austin said as he loaded his plate. “Wouldn’t be a proper Thanksgiving meal without some.”
“R-Right,” Wendy gulped as she looked down at her plate and loaded some stuffing onto it. Her plate looked like it was close to breaking, and could feel it strain somewhat. If she had to try and find a way to put more on then she had little doubt it might overflow and fall onto the ground.
When she was finished she followed Austin to where the rest of their friends were and sat down and was momentarily thrown off by the new cushion of her ass. A bud of pleasure coursed through her being that made her gulp. She shouldn’t be here, she needed to try and figure out what was going on and causing this transformation. She didn’t have much time before this ended and she didn’t know what her situation would be like after it was.
The young woman stared at her meal, the food looking appetizing despite the craziness of her situation and what was happening to her. She took a bite and was pleasantly surprised by the delightful taste that danced on her tongue. She rapidly chewed her food and swallowed it. The moment the food was gone she took another bite. As she chewed on her meal she found herself relaxing a little more into her meal. All the worries that she had seemed to be getting farther away the more she focused on her meal.
After a couple of eager bites, she chewed her food slower and savored the dancing flavors on her tongue. The food was just perfect and she wanted to taste every little aspect of the flavor, as if it would be her last meal. She wanted more. She needed more. The hunger that she had seemed to have suddenly increased as if this was her first meal of the day. The food was so delicious that it had to be driving her stomach into overdrive and craving more.
As she took another bite of her meal, her nipples grew larger as if they were irritated. They pushed against her bra and made her bite her lips as she ate. Arousal coursed through her being that put the worry she had in the back of her mind once more. They grew to the point they started poking slightly through her bra. They were finished growing when there were large prominent nipples.
The moment after her nipples finished growing, her chest started to get puffier and grew into small lumps. For a moment, worry filled her being again, but the taste of the food drowned out her sorrows as her breasts swelled and became small egg-sized breasts. She continued to mix portions of her food and take bites of her meal. She moaned in a mixture of delight from the food and arousal that was coursing through her body. Her lower body warmed the more her breasts grew. She wiggled her as in her seat and snuck one of her hands down below, even though she wanted to grope her now apple-sized bust. Her breasts finished growing when they reached the size of cantaloupes and her new D-cup bust stretched her white tank top and showed off her vast amount of tit flesh.
“That was so good,” the new girl sighed in content and licked her lips. She stood up and grabbed another round of food. The young took a scoop of the stuffing again, along with the mashed potatoes and gravy. She grabbed a slice of meat and continued to build her plate. It wasn’t as big as the first platter she had grabbed, but it was still a well-sized portion. She didn’t want any of this delicious food to go to waste because her eyes were bigger than her head. When she was finished making her second platter she went back to take her seat.
“Still hungry?” Austin asked.
“Yup got a little bit more room in my belly and I intend to fill it,” the girl said and started to eat her plate.
Her mind started to cloud the more she focused on it. The memories she had shifted the more she ate and focused on her meal. The worry she had getting smaller and smaller by the second until it vanished entirely.
“I bet it all goes right to her boobs and butt,” Mark muttered.
“You’ve been watching my figure haven’t you?” The girl smirked.
“Kinda hard not to,” one of their friends remarked, making her laugh.
“I’ll bet,” Wendy laughed.
As they ate, Wendy noticed that Austin’s grandmother would look at her with a pleased expression on her face. She shrugged and continued to focus on her time with her friends. Austin’s grandmother had always supported their relationship and had been rooting for them to get together for some time. Soon all of them had finished eating their food, chatting away as if they were back at highschool.
“So since we’re all done eating, you guys ready to head back to watch some more stuff?” Austin asked.
The group let out small voices of agreement and walked back to his room. Wendy followed them, tossing her dirty plate away. They all took a place sitting around the room and focused back on the TV screen. Wendy all but threw herself next to him and snuggled against him, her bust pressing against his arm and her butt on top of his hand. She wiggled her ass against his palm, smirking at how flushed he was.
“Hey just because you two are an item doesn’t mean you get to rub it in all of our faces,” another one of their friends cheered.
Austin blushed at their laughter and turned his face away to hide it from his friends. A cute giggle caught his attention and he turned to see it was Wendy smiling at him pleasantly. Before he could react she kissed him on the jaw, making his face darken further and smile grow.
“You think after all the time we’ve been together you wouldn’t mind a little affection,” the girl laughed, along with the others.
“What did we just say about showing off in front of us?” Mark said.
“Then all of you should hurry and find someone,” Wendy refuted. “It's not my fault you all can't find girls.”
“He had the unfair advantage of knowing you the longest out of all of us.”
They laughed and then continued what they were watching before. Austin wrapped his arm around the buxom brunette and held her close as he focused on the movie, his mind still focused on the warmth from his girlfriend.
Wendy leaned into his ear, her breath tickling it and making him shuffle in his seat. She whispered huskily, “I could use a little more Thanksgiving stuffing later.”
“Not in front of the rest of the guys,” Austin said, his face blushing immensely.
Wendy giggled finding his blushing face cute. Even after all these years, they had known each other, and the two years they had been together he still flustered up as if she was a new girl talking to her for the first time.
Austin still couldn’t believe that he got with her, but he wasn’t going to complain. She was perfect to him in every way. She was easy to talk to, fun, they had a lot of history that was good. They had similar interests to each other. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she also had a smoking hot body, which she knew and took advantage of to get him like. The way she was flaunting it for him, even though they were in front of other people. He was just grateful that she toned it down as she had. It was fitting that it was Thanksgiving because he could only thank whatever deity had helped bring the two of them together and form this relationship.
