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“What the heck? These stories are so dumb” thought Oliver after reading a few TG captions on DeviantArt, with him recently encountering them and his curiosity got the best of him, deciding to see what people found so entertaining about reading these. Unlike others though, Oliver wasn’t hooked at all. He complained about details even if small, whether it be the writing style, its length, number of conveniences, the overuse of certain elements like magic and other stuff he noticed from the few he has read.
“I don’t see the appeal of these magical transformations that give you huge tits, I mean, if I want to see huge tits then I could just search for them elsewhere. I don’t know though, maybe this content simply isn’t for me”, and with that said, Oliver would continue surfing the web in search of other things that might be of greater interest for him.
He scrolled down his usual feed on social media, not noticing his hair growing on his head, at least not until strands of it would start appearing in front of his eyes and by that point, it had already traveled down to his shoulders and continued lengthening. Something he would pick on very quickly was that his hair was becoming increasingly brighter in color, it wasn’t becoming ginger, nor blonde, instead it seemed to have a pink tint to it. The color would grow in intensity until he ended up with light pink hair, feeling the weight of his hair that now reached down to his waist.
“Okay?... That’s kind of weird…” he thought to himself as he played with the silky strands of hair before his entire body would suddenly start feeling lighter. He stood up and immediately noticed how everything around him was getting larger, but it would take a few moments for him to decipher that the opposite was the case. Not only that, but his masculine build was becoming girlier and girlier each passing second. “Wait… This… is quite familiar” Oliver thought to himself, remembering some of the transformation sequences he read about just a few moments ago, with him seemingly undergoing those same changes in pretty much the exact same order. “No, this must be some really weird illusion… Shit, I sound exactly like a subject in denial (of their transformation). Maybe I should do something to stop this”.
He was puzzled as to what he was supposed to do as the mysterious force just continued to do its thing by continuing to feminize his body, that by now had lost pretty much any and all masculine features, such as having hair across his entire build and it becoming a lot more soft, curvy and slim. “What the hell is going on?! Why am I transforming into a woman?”. He rushed to the bathroom where he had a large mirror, struggling a bit to get there as his clothes fit incredibly loose, with his boxers and shorts slipping down, eventually giving up as he exposed his girly hips yet manly cock still hanging in there. “Oh god, I look like a girl! And… I don’t know if it’s a good thing that I look cute or not” he said as he contemplated not just his new shape, but also his face which had gone through the same feminization process.
“Okay? I did not insult any witch and I’m not tampering with magic in any way, what the hell is going on? Reading those dumb TG captions can’t do this to someone, it’s all fiction after all… I swear, if it’s one of those “cursed stories/images/videos” kind of thing...”. Oliver would continue to try to give an explanation, casually seeing his penis shrink down, rubbing his thighs together as the manhood felt very sensitive. Once it was gone, Oliver already knew what had replaced it, not bothering to investigate further.
Her transformation- “I might be becoming a woman, physically, but still very much a man…” Sorry, his transformation would continue with his chest heating up, which could only mean one thing in a TG caption. “Ugh… Not this… Hope I don’t grow immobilizing tits”. Lumps of flesh would push forwards as his nipples hit the fabric of the gray shirt he was wearing, something which made him a little bit aroused, trying to control his increase in libido, going against what his body was demanding.
“Control yourself, Ollie… Ollie… O-li… Shit! O-li-ver, Ollie!... Even my name changed? Ugh”. The poor man stuck in the body of a woman would struggle to even say his own name, with him just watching with an unamused expression how his hips flared out to increase his body’s curves. His thighs would plump up significantly, filling up the nothingness that his dick left. Although not too obvious to him, he would feel his ass jiggle more and more with small movements he made, not entirely realizing how he was developing a fat ass that would rival the most attractive women he’d ever seen in person.
“Okay, these are definitely getting too heavy now, stop!” He yelled, seemingly at his large breasts due to them throwing off his balance, not used at all to the weight of two DD cups of milkers on his chest. The shirt covering them didn’t do them justice though, but out of his own curiosity he would pull it up to reveal the massive jugs that were still expanding steadily, letting out an audible gasp while staring at them. He seemed almost hypnotized by his growing melons, but an irritating feeling manifested on his throat, needing to clear it multiple times before returning to normal, with him being unaware that his Adam’s apple had shrunk down, only realizing the effect on his voice the next time he’d comment on his mammaries.
“They’re fucking hu-... Great, now my voice is feminine as well… Please let this end soon, I didn’t like reading about gender swapping, and living it is even worse! I mean, how am I supposed to carry around these enormous boobs for the rest of my life?!”. A bra of some sort was present to cover his much larger nipples that pierced through its fabric, but it didn’t help much, if at all, in carrying around the watermelon sized tits any easier. His cheeks would light up red as he continued contemplating his impressive bosom, his hands getting a feel as to how large and heavy they felt once his rack reached its final size, a size that seemed like a nightmare to any normal person, but one that would make the reader of a TG caption extremely jealous.
Before he would get to take a breather to analyze his new curvaceous body, he heard a knock on his door, his heart racing in nervousness as he remembered that a friend was coming over to visit him. “Shit, shit, shit! Not now, c’mon!”. He rushed towards his bedroom to get the most appropriate clothes he could find for his new womanly shape as he just hoped for the best. “If this is some TG caption of some sorts, it better be one of those wholesome ones… Really hope my friend is not horny or anything, because I’m not getting fucked by his dumb ass”. Ollie’s fate could only be decided by the filthy typing of a caption writer, meaning that pretty much anything was on the table of possibilities from here on out.
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