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Shifty date
🕑 Added 2025-07-29 09:11:00 +0000 UTCText only version. For the illustrated version, please refer to the Discord channel included with your member benefits.
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“What’s with that look, dude?” you ask, glancing over the table at the source of your incommodity, your roommate Tyler’s piercing expectant gaze that he so easily fails to hide; hands twirling together as if counting on something to happen right now “Well, I was thinking…since I’m paying for dinner and all…” you scrunch your nose a fair bit, already predicting the foul idea that’s about to come out of his mouth “Could you…maybe…” he twirls his thumbs, head turning aside to avoid your judgmental gaze “Spit it out!” you shout as your hands slam into the table, you know what he’s going to ask, he knows what he’s going to ask so might as well cut the bullshit.
“...Could you turn into a cute girl for me? You know, since you are a shifter and all…it would really make my night to be on a date with a girl for once” you were expecting some stupid shit like that, but you still spit your drink across the table out of shock and a bit of spite on your part, eyes coming up to him in disbelief at his request “Excuse me?! You can not be serious man, that's like gay as shit! I’m still a dude, or at least I identify as one!” sure you’ve morphed your body into women various times before but only to appreciate the goods from a guy’s perspective, it’s not like you liked it…or so you’d like to think “Plus, what if someone sees? It’s pretty crowded in here” your mind keeps coming up with excuses to turn him down easier, not like you are considering doing this but as you gaze up, not even conscious of the blush forming on your face or the fact that you were staring away; you see his earnest, hopeful expression fall apart, like a kid who’s just got told “no” at the toy aisle “Look, I appreciate the invite and all Tyler but if this was your plan all along I don’t really feel comfortable with it, we should just call it a night dude, we’ll eat something back at the apartment without owing each other favors all right?”
“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll pay anyways” Tyler dismisses your proposition, even with the obvious disappointment plastered onto his eyes. You sigh, comply and pick up the menu a bit higher than you really need to, a move to hide yourself from his gaze, he may deny it, but it seems like Tyler was really looking forward for you to do this; to get him a night with a chick at least for once in his recent dating life “Fine!” you snap “Just this once okay?!” not sure how much longer you would’ve endured Tyler’s mopping through the night and not eager to find out. You close your eyes before you get the chance to regret your decision, willing your body into a shape fitter for the date, or for his eyes at least. It starts in your face, it nearly always does, your features softening and remolding into a delicate yet defined shape. Your nose scrunches in to fit with your newly delicate proportions, and your hair shoots past your shoulders before each strand lightens to a honey blonde color. A gasp escapes from your now pouty plush lips as your ribcage is squeezed in before your shoulders narrow into it, an uncomfortable feeling about to be replaced by another as the tip of your nipples begin to tingle; the surrounding areolas darkening and spreading further on the skin over your pectorals to prepare for the fresh fat that’s about to seep in over them.
“Mmm~” you whimper a bit in response, delicate hands coming up to not so subtly squeeze at your growing curves as tits form on your chest. Your nipples puff up around your fingers, craving to be pinched and teased by the hands holding up your increasingly sizable tits. Each globe pushing the limits of your neckline, your mounds prodding every crevice of your top until it finally gives in, buttons being popped off to show off the deepening cleavage of your melon sized tits as they jiggle under your tighter clothes “Oh!” a gasp escapes you after your waist caves in and your tummy flattens, sending its excess mass down into your lower regions. Each of your hips snap to the side as your bone structure cracks and widens with love and lipids, perfect to handle and to deliver the next generation of your bloodline, but more importantly perfect to show off your growing butt as it is pumped up full of tissue, your natural liposuction pushing more and more volume into your ass earning creaks from the worn restaurant chair that struggles to hold its bubbled shape up, the fatty tissue that misses your butt travels down to your thighs in one swoop “Mmmgh~” exploding them in size skin tight against your pants as the remnants of your cock are crushed in a plump mold perfect to fit Tyler’s head as he sucks on your…fuck bad thoughts, bad thoughts “Well? What do you think?” you ask with a breathy purr as you gesture to your changed body, shuffling in place from the heat building up within your womb as it pumps estrogen in response to the fertile male staring into the sexy abyss of your body.
“Well?” your dainty fingers come up to fix the top’s neckline, suggestively travelling over the swell of your bust before you pop in the buttons, making sure to leave a gap from where he can take a peek into your bulging milky skin, you’ve never acted like this before, but something about his presence is making you act on instincts you’ve never felt up until now, instincts calling for his appreciation “You are kinda cute” he admits with a blush, and it just ticks you off for some reason. Just “kinda cute” is not the answer you expected after turning into a bombshell for his stupid date “Kinda huh” you grumble under your breath, crossing your arms with a pout that makes you looks cuter rather than angry. You don’t speak much after that as you look away from him, annoyed by the comment but also worried at the thoughts cruising your mind, they whisper to your need, your need for him and you can’t make them go away, damn this female form is messing your head up way more than it’s done before.
“I-I meant that you are pretty, but I have a thing for nerdy chicks, you know? I just don’t like the whole Instagram white girl aesthetic” he mumbles after a waitress brings over your plates, arranging his confidence to speak up thanks to the external agent in your silent table “Anything else?” you huff in fake annoyance, arousal circling in your depths as you prepare to change once more for him “I like a girl who listens to me” he adds hastily, the phrase resonating with the part of your brain that’s aiming to please as it gets rewired having taken it too literal “I can work with that~” you purr, intentionally this time as you lean forwards on the table to give him a better view of your tits and your face before it changes to his liking; your face rounds out a bit more, its more defined form plumping up into a cute girl next door aesthetic instead of the Victoria's Secret model look you were trying on earlier. Your hair regresses up around your shoulders, settling into a dark bob as the strands fill with melanin and arrange into a cute set of bangs around your visage. Your eyes shoot up to scan his face, gauging for his reaction as your prominent tits shrink down the cup sizes to fit in with the cuter version of his dream date, losing their volume as they turn into a perky handful perfect to play around with, sadly you can’t gauge if he liked this as your vision blurs into astigmatic blindness; apparently “nerdy” in your mind includes blindness, thankfully it doesn’t last for long as two rounded lenses soon form over your eyes so you can stare at your boyfr- at Tyler better.
“Nerdy enough for you?” you chuckle at his appreciative gaze as you bring up a spoonful of your ordered noodles into your mouth, only to have it spark a sense of disgust across your new features “Oh this is terrible, hold on” you mumble as you put the fork down, focusing deeply on the dish and your desire to have it taste good before you pull another bite between your soft lips “Mmmm perfect!” you practically beam with happiness as you taste the now sweeter flavor, unintentionally sparking curiosity on your date.
“What were you doing? Adjusting the noodles?” he laughs asks with a raised eyebrow at your antics “Sommmthhng limmke thammt” you mumble through mouthful of food before you swallow into a proud grin “Just adjusting my mind to really like them” you carefully re-position your glasses as you look him in the eyes, his hungry looking eyes…actually he’s looking pretty hard at you right now “Really now? So if I wanted you more vapid but like cute vapid could you do that for me?” his eyes practically drip desire as he gauges the limits of your powers, a limit you can’t hide nor deny anymore as “Yes~” you meekly whisper back in response, mind unintentionally submissive after his earlier comment, too late to realize it as a coy smile curls up into your lips, your facial muscles relaxing into a naturally cute pout as your brain starts or rather stops tingling with activity “I can, like, totally feel it Tylie~” you giggle as your mind fogs up exquisitely, thoughts drifting away as your brain wipes its now unnecessary space “Is this, like, good? Do you need anything else” you giggle, happy with his amused stare as you pick another bite of your food to stuff into your plump pillowy lips, intentionally dragging it along as you imagine something else between there “Well I’d like to experience a more let’s say trendy girlfriend” your body starts to change before you even get to say “Kay~” your hair blossoming into twirly strands settled on a high bun, each strand deeply cared for with various expensive shampoos and sprays that you totally use because they make it shine beautifully and totally not because your favorite influencer uses it “I can’t see with these thingies” you pout while settling your now useless lenses on your forehead as they change into designer sunglasses popular with the girlies “That all?~” you ask him through slurred words as your lips fill up with enough acid to form a perfect “o” for your doll-like face “Hmm can you make your tits bigger again? I really liked those” you giggle as you unbutton your top, ready for the collateral to come this time “Okay Tylie, but tell me when to stop kay?~” you flash him a smile while your now vapid mind does its best to concentrate on growing those tits “Mmmoooh~” you straight up moan as the first wave of mammary tissue flows into your tits, sinking your neckline as they start to ripen to their previous size, quickly blossoming into ripe jiggling jugs that strain against your top “Is this, hah~, this good?” you ask mid-pant, but he doesn’t answer so you keep up “Aaah!~” little gasps of pleasure escape your lips as your breasts bulge with more fat and push past melon size, each heavy tit bulging against a now nearly see through top “Moore?~” a whimper scapes your lips as you grasp at them, fingers sinking into tits too big to be squeezed by your delicate hands, their voluminous shape growing more beautiful by the second as they spill from your hands, too big to be held up in your delicate arms “Tylie~” you call for him as they start getting unwieldy, your back arching uncomfortably to try and fix your posture, but it's not long before they start to press into the table “TyTy? Aaaagh!~” you let out another moan as your boobs balloon yet another size, each immense orb pushing past the limits of your torso, now easier to appreciate for anyone who would plough you from behind in the, you hope it’s near, future “Can I, like, staph now?” you bite into your puffy lip; arching your back enough to look him in the eyes, the action sending ripple of jiggle through your massively milky tits, your sea of cleavage sexily contrasting with your cute face as you make sure to put your still jiggly goods on display with a sexy pout in the hope for mercy, too obedient to stop but too uncomfortable to not ask as they swell yet another size.
“Fine, but you owe me a treat for it” Tyler chuckles, clearly pleased with his work. The suggestion makes your heart skip a beat, a shiver running down your spine as a warmth builds on your folds “What kind of treat Tylie?~” your huskily breath out, not really expecting an answer, you know what he wants; you giggle and then get to work, shuffling under the table without another though, heavy tits wobbling like bowling balls as you extract his raging manhood from its confines “Don’t let the other patrons see you” he warns you with a bit of a laugh, but you don’t care if they see you pulling his cock out, sliding your manicured hand over each veiny ridge before you bring the head between your lips “leshh thdeem shhe” you mumble around the bulbous appendage as your tongue drools and worships its every inch, reading it for the main attracting before you pull it from your sleeves with a wet pop “Shirt on or off baby~” you practically moan the final word out as you ask “On~” your eyes light up at his answer, eager to please as, with a bit of practiced maneuvering, you settle his whole length into your tight tit pussy “Mmmm~” you hum with delight, sending delicious vibrations through his cock as it throbs between your tight cleavage, using little to no effort as the sheer size of your jugs hold it in place “Just relax kay~” another giggle escapes your lip as you get to work, hands squeezing into as much tit as you can hold on to, squeezing every inch of your warm love tunnel around him as he struggles to hold in moans. You’ll drive him crazy, you’ll drive him tit crazy, and then he’ll have to apologize for that kinda cute comment, after you get your tits smeared in some creamy glaze of course.
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The gifs for this thing literally popped up to me on Instagram as I kept on writing, straight up god's plan for this one to get finished. Hope you enjoyed the read : )
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