Transformation Anthology 5

Emily found herself standing in a changing room an over involved shop clerk outside and a hideous pink valour Tracksuit way out of her price range in front of her. She sighed having no idea how she went from leaving work and popping into the new clothing store for a quick look to having to try something she'd never buy on. "Well I've come this far might as well try it on." she lamented opting to only remove her hoodie and shoes while trying it on. As she carefully tried the Tracksuit on trying her hardest not to damage it in any way and face the horror of paying for suchweeww an item. As she finally got it on she was surprised how soft it was when wearing. Even though she was wearing things underneath the soft fabric could be felt all over she was a little curious on how but didn't want to overthink it. Looking at herself in the mirror the sheer ugly pinkness of the garment was still quite prevalent in her mind but it did look nice. Combined with the fact that wearing it with clothing underneath gave her figure a boost, not like she would worry over that. She then noticed a small label on the arm reading "Leave store for full effect" she shrugged not thinking much of it.

As she prepared to take the outfit off the clerk yelled in "How are you enjoying the clothing I can assure you it's the finest and most expensive brand, very popular with older women such as yourself." Emily was confused by that last remark older women? She thought the clerk was older then her. It was honestly rude just because she was 23 doesn't mean shes older. Wait 23. No 33 yeah but still older kids should respect the older generation not mock them just because she was 43 doesn't mean she was lesser. Especially not in beauty. As Emily's mind ranted to herself she didn't notice the clothes underneath had vanished leaving only a lace velvet bra and panties. Additionally her body was changing her you petite figure was morphing as she grew older. Her black hair placed in a ponytail grew gaining volume as the colour changed into a caramel colour. Her face gained some makeup and concealer hiding any imperfections she gained through the years, her lips doubled in size along with a red lip gloss being applied. Then her body which had already filled out the tracksuit grew further her ass filling out the back as her thighs tightened along the soft fabric. Then her chest boomed out going to E cups clearly pumped with silicone.

Despite the drastic changes to her body Emily hadn't noticed still furious with the comment about her age. That bitch just because I'm 49 doesn't mean she needs to comment on it I still look better then she does. The nerve I should call my husband down here and have him shut down the whole store. As she went to grab her phone with her well manicured nail she saw her reflection. Smiling as she quickly felt up her body she then heard the clerk call in "Madam would you care to try on some other clothes. As she snapped out of her admiration session she decided to indulge the lower class wrench before firing her. She unzipped the tracksuit and took it off. The instant it hit the floor she found herself, her original self standing in her underwear. She was confused wasn't she trying on a tracksuit and decided to keep her outfit on. She looked around before noticing her work uniform sitting on a table as the clerk passed in another outfit she sighed deciding to commit to one or two more for the fun. As she looked at the new clothes she thought...

Wow they look even more ridiculous then the tracksuit. Grabbing the itemes from the top of the pile she viewed them on the mirror before trying them on. The items in question were a midnight black mini skirt, a neon pink crop top closing out with a black and pink mini jacket. They were all equally hideous and expensive... Emily just stood in bewilderment holding the items up to her frame wondering how something like this cost more then monthly salary. As she was putting her legs through the skirt the fabric didn't even have the comfort of the previous item. This only further confused her "seriously why is it so uncomfortable, am I just out of touch with fashion or is this actually terrible" as the girl posed the rhetorical question her mind answered quickly. Of course it wasn't her fault.

She was obviously in the right the thoughts simply continued as she placed...


Reality Shift

Clara had been sitting for about 20 minutes and was starting to get quite annoyed at the waiting. Emily was suppose to meet her at the food court at 13:00 which by glancing at her phone was indeed 21 minute ago now. As she was midway through texting her, Claras' brunette friend slunk into the seat opposite. Clara eyed her up, Emily held her hands in her hoodie nearly giddy with excitement. Clearly hiding something.


"And you're late because?" Clara raised an eyebrow.

"I'm late because..." Emily paused for dramatic effect or she was have trouble removing the mystery item from underneath her hoodie.

"I GOT THIS!" Emily yelled revealing a new game.

Clara gestured to quiet down finding eternally frustrated with her roommates noisy nature and embarrassed by the sudden eyes on the pair. But as she gazed at Emily's "treasure" Clara's own eyes lit up.

"Is that the new battlefield game!?" Clara spouted in excitement but she quickly tried retreating into her chair after realising she'd elevated her voice a bit too high.

Thankfully Emily was too enthralled in her own good news so notice her best friends little hypocrisy. Simply proudly waving her prize around the small table.

"I say we go back to the dorm and boot it up right now" Emily declared grinning ear to ear.

"Emily we just got here I haven't even bought anything yet because I was waiting for a certain someone, we can play it when we get back" Clara declared, causing Emily to slink into her hoodie knowing her best friend tended to take a while with shopping time and judging by buses it was set to be a painfully slow 6 hours.

"OK here me out." Clara raised an eyebrow curious what her red haired compatriots' request would consist of.

"We go over to that photo both take a picture with the game and I'll shut up and shop with you" Emily stared intently as Clara rubber her finger against her chin playfully pondering the possible option.

Emily hit her best friend with a look that could only be described as puppy dog eyes. Eventually Clara relented nodding knowing she couldn't really resist Emily's charm. The pair wandered over to the photo both. With Clara clamouring inside first placing her handbag in front of her a gleeful Emily close behind as the Red headed Emily joyously set the pounds in while quickly testing random poses to show off what she hoped to be her new favourite game. Clara sat engrossed by her roommates excitement for something as silly as photo booth pictures for a game. But that's how Emily was and Clara would hate to change that.

While her minds focus was on squarely on her friends great attitude something strange caught her eye. In the corner of the booth a few items picking them up as the photos began clicking she picked up some pink heart shaped sunglasses. Great. Tossing it aside a second item was grasped at the same a second photo clicked this time Clara held a pair of Glitter Star lipstick. Another wonderful find. She pondered her mind moved away from the photos completely as she continued into the third item tossing it to the side landing in Emily's lap as another flash from the camera hit the duo. Emily obviously surprised by the sudden random can she held it aloft a can of spray tan? The fourth white flash hit just before Emily tossed it aside. Predictably Emily finally noticed her best friend was far from focuses turned to her.

"Hey Clara when you agreed to this I'd assume you would actually focus on the picture" Clara barely registering as the pair in unison grabbed the fourth item holding it center frame for the penultimate camera shot. Unfortunately it was far from the game that Emily so wanted a good picture of, instead Emily and her Hazel headed friend held a pair of Leopard print panties. Instead the machine's white lights simply flicked pink finishing the photo op. The pair walked out of the small booth silent as the pictures printed out. Staring at the quartet of images each with an unfocused party and peculiar item. Emily slowly tilted her head giving Clara a dead furious stare.

Clara chuckling lightly trying to find out and excuse for her
Impromptu game of what's in the box. But so lost in thought simply laughed harder rubbing the back of her head.

"look I'm really sorry Emily I wasn't focusing and just saw that junk next to me, I didn't mean to screw it up" Clara tried cutting any half assed excuse going straight for an apology.

Emily sighed her pumped energy taking a hit.

"I know you didn't mean to so you're still my friend but we're definitely getting that earlier bus." Emily said a smile reentering her face.

Clara smiled back happy to have not upset her bestie.

"But we did hold some probably very used underwear so I'm going to wash up and then back to the dorm for some gaming action" Emily declared, her face painted with a wide grin as she hurried off to the bathroom.

Clara stayed put wondering how she turned from laying down that she needed shopping to agreeing to head back early and game, although that's what life with Em was like. Quickly realising her hand bag was missing she turned her attention to the booth she reached in wondering how all that shit got in their although her mind did have some ideas. She bent over trying to grab her stuff although she felt a weird breeze on her butt and her legs felt strangely tight. Finally grabbing her escaped carrier bag she heard a voice behind her.

"Nice ass, Beautiful" a chill went down Clara's spine was that voice talking to her? Ignoring any further queries she got up and turned around to locate the source of the crude comment.

Sure enough they were looking at her and wow who she found herself looking at was definitely someone. He was a 6 footish man with a light tan, ripped abs and some spikes of blonde hair almost hidden by a backwards cap. He looked like some frat boy idiot she'd see on campus. Prepared to tell him off, the gym rat beat her to it.

"Oh and baby got the front to match the back. I wonder does that mean the carpets match the drapes?" the infuriating fella managed to not only double down but further lower his standing in Clara's eyes.

Seriously doese she look like a girl who'd like this? She left home today wearing a loose fitting flannel shirt and some baggy jeans. Clara was more shocked he found intrest in her body given that she'd normally hidden most of it. But morons like this will just be like that. Taking a deep breath she prepared herself.

"Look man I don't know who you think I am or who you think you are but I can save you the trouble. I ain't that kinda girl so buzz off damn mosquito" Clara stared daggers into the mans eyes being met with an annoyed expression and scoff"

"Fine bitch, don't get your panties in a twist" he turned around muttering under his breath "dressing up like a slut and pissed at the attention" scoffing again but throwing a final insult just in ear shot "dumb whore"

Clara had half a mind to run after him and give him a piece of it. Like seriously what was his problem she was showing as much curves as a burlap sack how could he... A pause overtook her a simple glance down revealed a most unexpected sight, not some lumpy clothes that dillued her figure but a tight pink crop top with a star design and the word "SPARKLE" in a glittery font then a pink lace leopard print bra with purple stars poking out of the "clothing" out. That alone would be alarming but here it wasn't even a fraction of the real issue. That would be these massive boobs!

After seeing them she couldn't unsee them. Thoughts of when? how? why? Crossed her mind but each seemed unimportant in comparison to the fact she went from a c cup, by no means small and certainly a challenge in their own right to these things. She couldn't even set a size for them. E? F? G??? No this can't be happening she said. Before a thought flew through her brain based on the guys earlier comments she turned around and let out a shrill shriek. Her ass was huge. Not just big huge. Clara's worry about her boobs was almost twice as much for her ass. It was large and carelessly packed into a tight pink miniskirt this time with a lace thong matching her gaudy bra poking out from the skirt giving her a noticeable whale tale.

Her legs hadn't escaped the rapid makeover she saw her bare thighs were wider then ever and rubbing against one another in a pleasurably unpleasurable way only stopped by a new found pair of thigh high tights matching her bra and thong in their pink themed leopard aesthetic completing the trifecta of trash that she wouldn't have been caught dead in 5 minutes earlier. Continuing down her legs she came across the lower section of her tights except they didn't continue into her feet or at least she couldn't see if they did, instead they were two masses of pink fur she could barely see what appeared to be a pair of ridiculously high heels but after the pink raccoons on her ankles high heels were the least of her concern. Before she would describe her fashion sense as dull or to put it nicer simple. But now.

As the anger and sheer confusion at her new body raged a realisation hit her. Immediately scanning through her hand bag which thankfully seemed unchanged she grabbed a mirror to see herself. Glancing at her faces she ran through a series of blinks trying to dispell this horrible illusion. What stared back at her wasn't her short hazelnut hair, small lips or brown eyes. No it was someone else. Instead of the girl in the mirror who she had grown accustomed to but a new person. She would call herself a porn star but that implies she was a sex worker no, this person looked different. A person who suited this body. A person who suited the word now written on a choker around their neck. Clara tried to hold back but the single solitary sound escaped her lips. "Bimbo"

A simple word but viciously accurate. Ignoring every other facet of her body this was the face of a bimbo. Her eye lashes flicked up gouged in a think black eyeliner with bright pink irises held within them. They looked near blank as if no thought went on inside them. Her previously small lips had grown now ballooned up decorated in a glittery purple gloss. The same was true for the rest of her, from the blush on her cheeks, the layers of pink eyeshadow or the fact she couldn't focus on anything else because of her overwhelmingly obscene hair. A previously short cut hazal hair was now a mass of pink locks. Each ending with a magenta tips. The mass of pink and purple cascaded down her back reaching her ass nearly a complete void of hair. Then atop that void a pair of heart shaped sunglasses as if by instinct she placed them over her face. A fitting end to the face of a bimbo.

Her face... Her whole body... None of it was even hers anymore. Clara felt like crying but she stayed strong she dove herself into her thoughts she needed a solution, a plan she needed help and now. Luckily her bestie Emily was a simple bathroom trip away but she wouldn't recognise her? Easy just say something only I'd know. No wait a stranger doing that in a bathroom would be weird. So what she'd abush when she got out giving more time and opportunity for Emily to flee from this weird porn star that approached her. Clara kept running through solutions in her head. Each cycle she found more issues in a successful route. That degree in business strategy was no help when it mattered. She knew learning business at a strip club was dumb. Wait what?

Her mind caught it's slip up she was a university student why would she be learning at a strip club, she worked there. No that sounds off too. She was definitely at a university and definitely didn't work as a pornstar. She was learning porn moves at Uni. Of course. Shaking her head how dumb she could be sometimes. Now back on track she realised the best idea was to call Emily. Taking her phone out receiving an immediate surprise by the purple nails she now possessed. Clara attempted to manourver he fingers in the phone but during this a class popped up straight from Emily! Clicking answer the only thing of Clara's mind was the word help.

"Like hey bestie, I could really use a solid right now" as the words left her mouth they felt beyond wrong each a complete contradiction of herself and her situation. Dreading an immediate hang up given that under any normal circumstance Clara wouldn't dare say anything like that. But instead a hand grabbed her shoulder

"Clara" turning around with a flick off her hair Clara was confused who was this and how did they know her name?

Immediate fear entrapped Clara's mind as she was greeted by a person as oversexualised as her. Oh god she thought. Was this someone who knew her? The bimbo that she became anyway. Her mind continued to race the woman was staring into her soul who was this girl. Her boobies were totes bigger then hers, she thought to herself.

The woman in question didn't exist at least not fully. In fact a mere 2 minutes and photo booth session ago these girls would have no trouble recognising one another. This girl was of course the now transformed Emily. But in a form quite alien for her. Gone was the short red head rocking a pony tail instead a tall tan tit bearing bountiful bimbo who screamed Jersey Shore or at least in the same way Clara screamed porn star. Emily was the amalgamation of every stereotype one would hear about that places. If Clara could be called slutty then Emily was the definition of trashy.

Her boots the same ugly mix of heels and fluffy abominations but instead of pink a pitch black had overtaken them. Moving up her legs tan was very obvious and she was keen to show it. Nothing interrupted them from her fluffy ankles to her shorts pure tan legs were on full display. Then the booty shorts although the word shorts felt oddly long as these were barely underwear. The tiniest pair of denim that could be sewn just barely qualified as clothing adorned her, barely adorned her in this case although it seemed she may have some deceney on other days as some untanned areas remained at the top end of her thighs. This didn't do much to give her an aura of deceney. Although to anyone with even a half hearty look could tell their was the world's thinnest thong hiding beneath. It lightly poked out of the short short shorts. Speaking of poking out that booty. Clara meant to phrase it internally as butt however what this girl has was a booty. A pose extenuating it the shorts barely containing it. Everything about these magnificent set of tightly packed cheeks screamed look at me. But she couldn't dwell on it as a whole woman was still in front of her.

Continuing up of course no clothing between her waist to belly button. Why cover up such a cutie piercing or Hot tan bod such a slut, Clara thought. Although she couldn't say much staring at her overextended bosom. Speaking of bosom god damn. This girl sure had one and loved showing it. All that stood between an onlooker and a clear view was a crop top that has given up, it was tight gold and cheap enough to be partially ripped, although one could make out the remnants of the word BITCH'' written along it.The only thing beneath it eclipsed it. A large leopard print bra that was putting in both mountain and mole hills of effort. Managing to hold the floodgates of the massive mounds on the tanned temptresses chest and some clearly visible nipple piercing. Although most like her shorts the jersey gal may have a previously more modest clothes at least that's what the missing tan lines on her bra straps. On the other hand it was giving a lot of wiggle room barely coveing nipples, meaning anyone who has much as glanced gained a gawch at the most dazzling bronze boobies I've like ever seen in business. Clearing her mind Clara couldn't think of anyone in porn who outdid them. .

Trying to free her mind from their hypnotic sway a continuing up to the face she passed a necklace buried in the cleavage. Noticing the girls arms were the most clothed part of her body. Each forearm decorated I'm gold rings 5 a piece then her sleaves also possessing golden bracelets, culminating in freshly manicured hands with the cutest black and gold polish. Each finger wielding its own diamond ring. It gave the woman an aura of wealth except anyone looking closely knew they were all fake.

Finally her face the neck having even more jewellery from a second necklace to some gold rings. Her lips glossy almost gold tint. Her face was adorned with every kind of vibrant blush, unsubtle concealer or a striking blue eyeshadow known to man. But it looked too cheap Clara thought. Her ears each containing a prized gargantuan golden hoop earring. Then the hair... Wtf is that hair. It was done up big like super duper big. The whole thing was bathed in an ornage and blonde hue. It laid up bigger then her head and was tied back into a ponytail and cascaded down her back. Her facial expression was mean as if she was furious yet delighted just being looked at. Well it should anyway part of it definitely felt like smug overconfidence but a strange soft kindness like someone reaching out to... OMG

"EM???" Clara blurted out while staring at the jersey bimbo. Dumbfounded and begging to be met with a denial of the accusation. But instead a look of sorrow and nod of the head.

"Like Em why are you so..." Clara scanned her mind for the right word but was met with slutty, hawt and totes sexy. None of which conveyed the Jersey slut standing in front of her. Emily stood there awaiting an answer but the pink haired Clara had got lost in Emily's newfound cleavage.

"Eh Citti you gonna get yous head out of my tits" as the words left her mouth two divergent feelings overtook her. One part said that wasn't her friends name and what was with that jersey accent. The other wasn't focused on her speech or her friend instead eyeing up a nice boy staring her down and was already thinking of the best place to show him the jewel or Jersey in action.

Clara's own mind was still firmly in Em's tits. Thoughts of the pair in class and in bed they were the best duo in the school. The audience loved their business management style on camera. No that was wrong they loved how they fucked on camera Citti and Jewls. On set at least off set she just called Jewls Em. Wait why was she worried again.

Snapping herself from her haze Citty spooked up "Like Em I think someone's wrong we had like photos and then we..."

Cut off as Em grabbed the photos ripping them up "Honey we ain't keeping those your hair was a mess and not in the hot way. I can't be seen when you look like that."

Citti was bewildered her friend wasn't normally like this, was she? "Oh OK so are we like going home then?" Citty felt strange her head was so heavy as if a fog covered it.

"As if bitch, I'm about to be under that hunk over there, you can find ya self someone to do while I'm gone we'll meet back here later." Em said already strutting away.

"Em like wait I thought we were going to play battlefield?" Citti felt compelled to say it remembering there plan to return home and game.

"Yeah girl def will later. Just don't be late or I'm leaving without you" Em walked over to the gentleman excited for a bit of fun before her and Citty got to play some other games later.

Citti stood a little befuddled but everything seemed right although she was looking forward to gaming with Em. Although I guessed she'd just wait. As that thought passed her she noticed a nerdy looking guy pass with a copy of the name smash bros, deciding she could use a relaxer she ran up to him tits bouncing as she did.

"Like hey dude I see you got the new like smash bros game and I really want to play it. How would you fancy a little smashing in exchange for a lotta smashing?" the man was stunned not only by the offer but the fact he recognised who was making it a pornstar! Citti Jugs! Eagerly accepting the pair walked and talked straight towards the man's apartment.

Clara or Citti was leaving the mall early after all.