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Caitlin Snow/Iris West TF TG (The Flash)

    The doors opened silently, Mark and Owen each taking a slow step into the facility. Their bright lights from their flashlights moved quickly around the room they were in, moving from one side to the next.
    "Hey, look over here!" Mark called out, looking at a large flat screen t.v on one of the walls. The television, as if knowing its presence was found, turned on suddenly, caused Mark to take a step back.
    "The hell?" Owen muttered as the television crackled with static, clearly not used in years.
    "Hello," a man suddenly said as he appeared on the screen, giving Mark another jolt.
    "Welcome to STAR Labs. I will be your guide today, so please continue down to your right."
    Mark didn't move at first, but an eager Owen grabbed his shoulder and forced him to the right of the lobby as the guide instructed. After the two made it to the end of the enormous lobby, the guide show
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Soviet Girl TF TG

    The air reeked of unwashed soldiers and rat feces, some men holding tattered pieces of cloth over their mouths and noses to keep the stench out. Others cried desperately for help, banging against the bars of their cages with stones and bricks. And some, like Aden, sat or layed against the walls of their confinements in defeat.
   
    The alarms started blaring, their ear-splitting squeals echoing off the walls of the prison as a large set of double doors opened at the end of the cell block. Guards rushed in, some carrying guns and batons or pushing carts filled with trays. The guards started putting the trays into each cell, pushing them through small rectangular holes in the doors. It didn't take long for them to get to Aden, slipping a tray into his cell.
   
    Aden cringed slightly as he smelled the disgusting reek coming from the glob of mush on his tray. He slowly scooped up some of
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The Device (TF TG AR) (Part 1)

    The shot sounded like cannon fire, blasting off into the trees as it grazed past the deer's head. The deer panicked and ran off into the dense bush, a few more shots hitting the trees next to it.
    "Dammit!" Evan cursed. "I almost had that one!" He reloaded his rifle with haste, dropping a few bullets and cursing some more. He shoved the pack of ammunition into his backpack, and strapped the pack onto his back as he climbed down the ladder from his post. Evan gripped his rifle and started trudging through the brush, keeping his eyes peeled for deer.
    In his mind, he imagined hanging the head of his first kill over the mantel. His buddies had urged him to start up the hobby of hunting, as they went together often.
    Evan snapped out of his thoughts as he heard what sounded like a twig snapping, looking down his rifle's sights and turning towards where he heard the sound. He didn't move for a solid 30
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Moana TF TG

    The impact was rough, the water slamming into his back, but it was over quickly and Dennis swam to the surface. Another kid was about to come down the slide, so Dennis swam to the side to make sure he didn't get hit like he did in the 2nd grade. He watched as the kid came shooting down the slide, shooting out the end and making contact with the water, causing ripples to shift around the pool.
    Other kids laughed and played, some tossing around a ball or younger ones clinging onto their parents. Dennis swam to the side of the pool and pulled himself up, going for another trip down the slide. He walked to the back of the small line, consisting of about 4 or 5 kids waiting anxiously for their turn.
    Squinting, Dennis could barely make out the clock on the other side of the pool. It read 2:30, which meant Dennis' parents were going to be here anytime to take him and his sister to the 4:00 showing of Moana. He didn'
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Red and Blue TF (Pokemon Sun and Moon)

    The wind brushed against Dean's hair, blowing it into his vision and generally bothering him. Carlos, on the other hand, was throwing stones off the nearby cliff face, his short-cut hair barely touched by the wind.
    "How much longer are we gonna be out here?" Dean asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice as he tried to push his hair out of his face.
    "Not much longer, hopefully." Carlos replied. "Dan and them said they would be here soon."
    "You sure they didn't mean next year?" Dean added. Deciding it was better than sitting and brushing hair out of his eyes, Dean got up to look around. Carlos dropped the stone he was holding and followed him, asking Dean to check the time on his wristwatch.
    "Still a little past 1." Dean noted, squinting his eyes to see his watch. As Dean did this, Carlos started running, passing Dean almost instantly.
    "Hey!" Dean complained. "You know
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The Phone (Giantess TF TG)

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Neil sighed as he dropped the soda can into the bag, moving on to find more trash around the stadium. He worked night shifts at the stadium, making sure the garbage left by fans was cleaned up before morning. All of the other night workers had gone home by now, the bathroom cleaners, the kitchen cleaners, and all the other cleaners were done. The other workers who cleaned other parts of the interior of the stadium were already done with their sections, Neil only a little over halfway done since he had been watching The Night Manager on his phone.
    When Neil filled up the bag he was carrying, he opened up the nearest trash canister he could find and shoved it in. He knew the boss would be mad if he put trash in the canisters instead of cleaning them out, but Neil just wanted to be done so he could go home and sleep.
    As Neil started filling up a new bag, he stopped
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IQ, Ash, and Hibana TF TG (Rainbow Six Siege)

    "Clear!" West yelled, alerting his squad to not check that room.
    "Clear!" Harrison also yelled, checking every little crack and crevice in the building.
    "Its clear over here, too!" Ropp added, getting annoyed.
    "And we're sure this is the right building?" Harrison blurted, as the team of 3 were still not finding any hazardous objects.
    "Sure of it, the scanner went crazy when it was near the building!" Ropp assured.
    West moved slowly through every room of the place, feeling walls and moving objects that could lead to a secret passage, but still found nothing.
    "Over here!" Ropp shouted, a bit of glee in his voice. West turned around and started sprinting towards Ropp's location, hearing Harrison's heavy breathing through the earpiece. West pounded through the ro
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Fem Scout TF TG (Team Fortress 2)

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Brandon buttoned his red shirt, slowly making his way up his chest until the last button was done. He fixed up his collar, bending it and making sure it didn't have any wrinkles or crevices in it. Looking at the clock, he knew he still had a while until he went out. He wanted to be ready beforehand, just in case he was picked up ahead of schedule.
    Grabbing his headset, he put it on top of his cap as he sat down to play a few rounds of Overwatch. He was put into a match rather quickly, and Brandon found that his team was losing. He picked his favorite character, Bastion, and strutted out to the payload to help defend it.
    "This is literally a reskin of TF2" One of the players on the opposing team said in the chat.
    Shrugging it off as a someone trying to be a troll, Brandon continued playing when one of his teammates responded. 
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Cortana TF TG (Halo)

    "COME ON!" Jeff roared, mad at his team for making him lose his 3rd game in a row. He set his Xbox controller next to him on the couch, and balled up his fists in fury.
    "Its just a game, Jeff. Just a game." he muttered to himself, slowly calming down as the next match started. He was on the blue team this time, his preferred side. Exhaling, he waited anxiously for the cut scene to finish so he could play.
    As the ships containing his team landed, he and the rest of his teammates came out, and the game began. Jeff ran in the front of his team, taking out as many prometheans as he could before the base was taken out of lock down. Wasting no time, Jeff went again and got himself a warthog, and a fellow teammate climbed up into the mounted turret on the back of the vehicle. Driving the warthog up a hill and towards a promethean general, he watched with glee as the mounted turret tore the best to shreds,
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Mercy TF TG AP (Overwatch)
   
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    The heart monitor beeped again, it's dull sound briefly echoing off the walls before fading completely, just in time for another beep. Jacob squirmed in his hospital bed, trying to get into a more comfortable position. Doing so proved difficult, since he was used to laying on his right side, but he was inhibited from doing that due to the IV in his right arm keeping him alive.
    Jacob looked at the clock. 10:30, it read. That meant the next nurse should be in to check on him in around 25 minutes. He closed his eyes, trying to get a bit of sleep before the next nurse came in as he heard the single door in his room open. He opened his eyes, a bit confused on why a nurse was in his room at that moment. The nurse walked towards his bed and set a clipboard down on a nearby table.
    "So, how are you feel
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Female Hanzo TF TG (Overwatch)

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    Daniel tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for his package to arrive. It should have been here an hour ago he thought, becoming more and more impatient as the minutes ticked by. Suddenly, he heard the familiar beep of his doorbell ringing. He sprinted to the door, thrust it open, and found a medium-sized package on his doorstep. It wasn't a strange, mystical package, just one delivered by UPS.
    He brought the box inside, letting the door shut behind him. He could barely keep in his anticipation any longer, as he took his hands and tore open the package, finding his long awaited cosplay outfit inside. The outfit was of a character in the video game Overwatch called Hanzo, which Daniel enjoyed playing, so he bought the costume to wear to Pax East later that year. He dumped the contents of the box onto his living room floor, not even bothering t
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Genji to Mech TF/D.va TF TG AP (Overwatch)

    Still blinding him, Genji covered his visor with his hand to try and clear his vision of the light that had blinded him moments before. As he slowly cleared his vision, he was unaware of what was about to take place. Genji felt a pressure as his robotic exoskeleton merged into what remained of his human form. He cried out for help, unsuccessfully, as he became a full omnic.
    Sadly, the changes didn't stop there for Genji. Multiple changes started happening across his body, his feet becoming larger and legs bulking up, especially in the thighs, his fingers shrinking and merging together, and his head shrinking into his expanding torso. Genji let out another desperate scream for help as his head/torso region started expanding, looking vaguely similar to a mech's cockpit. A sudden pressure in his rear caused him to move his larger, bulkier finger less
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    The doors opened silently, Mark and Owen each taking a slow step into the facility. Their bright lights from their flashlights moved quickly around the room they were in, moving from one side to the next.

    "Hey, look over here!" Mark called out, looking at a large flat screen t.v on one of the walls. The television, as if knowing its presence was found, turned on suddenly, caused Mark to take a step back.

    "The hell?" Owen muttered as the television crackled with static, clearly not used in years.

    "Hello," a man suddenly said as he appeared on the screen, giving Mark another jolt.

    "Welcome to STAR Labs. I will be your guide today, so please continue down to your right."

    Mark didn't move at first, but an eager Owen grabbed his shoulder and forced him to the right of the lobby as the guide instructed. After the two made it to the end of the enormous lobby, the guide showed up again, but this time in the form of a hologram.

    "As you can see, here at STAR Labs we create innovative, creative tech such as the hologram that you currently see."

    "Now, before we begin our tour, I must give you some quick safety tips so that you don't harm yourself or others on this wonderful DO NOT TOUCH THE HOLOGRAM!" Owen quickly moved his hand out of the guide as the guide glared in his direction, before the demonic hologram continued on.

    "Now that you know how to have a safe time on this tour, lets begin!" The hologram started walking down a nearby hallway, Owen and Mark following close behind.

    "Don't you think you should have let him give the safety tips?" Ryan whispered to Owen, who was busy marveling at the rusty robotic limbs and other tech.

    "Eh, they probably weren't very important. Just things like don't wander off and don't put your hand through the guide." Owen replied.

    "Still..." Ryan stopped as they entered a circular room, with a familiar looking suit hung up in a chamber on the wall.

    "This is a very secret part of the tour." The guide said, as he gestured across the room to the suit.

    "And that, that is the very suit that The Flash himself wears while he fights crime and protects all of you." Owen and Ryan each slowly walked towards the Flash suit.

    "This is...amazing!" Ryan marveled as Owen came up next to him to stare at the suit.

    "I wonder what things would be like if he was still around." Owen murmured, setting his hands on the glass that surrounded the suit.

    "DO NOT TOUCH THE GLASS!" The guide suddenly bellowed, the distorted voice echoing around the room for a moment before dying down. 

    "Christ!" Ryan shouted as Owen spun around. "Can't you be, I don't know, nicer?"

    "You have violated the rules here multiple times." The guide said, staring at Owen. "Now you must suffer the consequences." The hologram pointed at Owen, who started backing into the hallway.

    "Lets get out of here." Owen gulped, now sprinting down the hallway with Ryan in close pursuit. They shot out back into the lobby, feet pounding. Owen reached the doors, pushing on them with no effect. Ryan appeared behind him, trying to open the doors.

    "They're locked." Ryan muttered, trying again and again to open the doors. A loud thunk made Ryan pause and look to his right, where he saw Owen laying on the floor.

    "Christ." Ryan cried, quickly going over to his unconscious friend's side.

    "Come on, man. Get up." He breathed, trying to get his friend to wake as he noticed a light splotch on Owen's hand. Taking a closer look at it, Ryan could clearly see it growing larger, covering more and more of Owen's hand and starting up his arm. Ryan tried to wipe it off, but only touched smooth, milky white skin.

    Ryan grunted and fell onto his back as he felt a sudden burst of pain in his stomach. He lifted up his shirt to see his stomach sucking inwards, his waist crunching in and stomach becoming flat and toned. The skin there was also turning darker, becoming a chocolate brown. Ryan cried out as his spine shrunk and arched, pushing twin mounds of fat up underneath his nipples. The mounds pushed Ryan's shirt up as they grew, revealing his toned abdomen. The darkening of his skin made it's way down his arms, shrinking them down to slender proportions and causing any existing body hairs to fall off, leaving the skin there soft and clean. Ryan's hands also shrank down, his fingers elongating as they turned darker and more womanly.

    Looking over, Ryan could see Owen's entire arm was a milky white, with his hand smaller and more womanly. He was also experiencing two mounds making their presence known underneath his shirt, which were growing at a fast rate. Unknown to Ryan, his friend's manhood was also disappearing, shrinking down as it changed into a womanhood, leaving an empty gap in Owen's jeans.

    Ryan's hip bones broke, causing him to gasp in pain as they grew outwards, widening his hips and pushing against his jeans. Ryan's gasps became less in painful, and more in pleasure as his fat rushed into his chocolate brown thighs, which became rid of hairs and blemishes. He watched as they became larger and almost alluring to him, pressing against his manhood, his calves draining of fat and muscle as well, leaving him with smooth, womanly legs. Ryan moaned as his butt swelled up and pushed his wide hips a bit off the floor. Ryan started to shake in pleasure and ecstasy as his manhood retracted into his body, his testicles shifting and organs changing into a female reproductive system.

    Ryan tried to look back over at his friend, but found long, dark brown hair suddenly blocking his vision. He grabbed it, watching as it grew longer and longer, starting at it in awe. Unknown to him, his neck was shrinking slightly, becoming more swan-like and pushing his adam's apple back into his throat, giving him a more womanly voice. Ryan's shoulders gently cracked inwards, pushing closer together and losing their manly broadness. The brown made it's way up to his face, nearing the end of the changes. Ryan's lips plumped up with fat, becoming larger and more kissable. His nose shrank and reshaped as his cheekbones rose up, making his face look more and more feminine. Ryan's eyelashes elongated around his eyes, which grew a tad and became a brown color. His eyelashes thinned as his skull pressed inwards, shrinking down and giving him the face of an attractive young woman.

    "Ryan?" A female voice suddenly asked out of seemingly nowhere, causing Ryan to pause in his explorations.

    "Are you there?" The voice asked again, making Ryan look over at the now awake and changed Owen.

    The changed Owen caught sight of Ryan, her eyes suddenly seeming to get larger.

    "Ryan?" Owen asked, staring at Ryan in fear.

    "I...think so? Maybe?" Ryan said, suddenly becoming confused.

    Owen looked confused as well, taking her eyes off of Ryan.

    "Girls!" A male voice suddenly chirped, taking Ryan and Owen out of their concentration. The man looked at the two, slightly worried.

    "Why is Iris on the floor? He asked Owen, who looked just as confused as he was. 

    "I..don't know?" Owen said, before looking back over at Ryan.

    "Oh, sorry. She said she wanted me to massage her back." Owen affirmed.

    "Yeah, it was really sore after sitting in a chair for a few hours." Ryan admitted, before getting up off of the ground.

    "Well then." The man piped. "Lets get back to the lab before Barry and Wally get back, shall we?"

    "Sure, Cisco." Iris replied, walking out of the lobby and back towards the room with the Flash suit.

    "And don't be tardy, Caitlin." Iris chucked, looking back over her shoulder. Caitlin sighed, before following Iris and Cisco to the lab. Today was already setting up to be one of the weird days.
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    The air reeked of unwashed soldiers and rat feces, some men holding tattered pieces of cloth over their mouths and noses to keep the stench out. Others cried desperately for help, banging against the bars of their cages with stones and bricks. And some, like Aden, sat or layed against the walls of their confinements in defeat.
   
    The alarms started blaring, their ear-splitting squeals echoing off the walls of the prison as a large set of double doors opened at the end of the cell block. Guards rushed in, some carrying guns and batons or pushing carts filled with trays. The guards started putting the trays into each cell, pushing them through small rectangular holes in the doors. It didn't take long for them to get to Aden, slipping a tray into his cell.
   
    Aden cringed slightly as he smelled the disgusting reek coming from the glob of mush on his tray. He slowly scooped up some of the mush using his hand and closed his nose with the other, forcing the foul slop into his mouth. He barely managed to get it down, almost having it come back up the way it came, but eventually managed to get another handful down.
   
    As Aden was about to force a third scoop down his throat, he heard one of the prisoners start screaming. Aden looked out the gap between the bars of his cell, seeing other prisoners pointing to one of the cells on the other side of the block. The man who was imprisoned within it was laying on the floor, motionless.
   
    The prison erupted into panic as other men started collapsing, falling onto the floor. Aden watched helplessly as more and more collapsed, dropping like dominoes.
   
    "Its the food!" One of the prisoners shouted as Aden's vision blurred, his muscles suddenly tensing up and locking. He watched, hopelessly, as his body fell onto the ground like the others, the prison going silent for the first time.


    Spots danced around like fireflies against a dark canopy as Aden awoke. He groaned, his muscles sore and small shocks of pain moving throughout his body. He tried to move his hands, finding they were tied to the back of the chair he was sitting in. He tried to pull his hands free, only sending more waves of pain throughout his arms.
    "Well, look who's finally awake." A man said, causing Aden to jerk, which sent more pain through his body.

    "You've been here, what, 5 months now?" The man said, who Aden now knew was hiding in a corner of the room, cloaked in shadow.

    "You see, we're running low on spies due to the bloody U.S killing them all." The man began. "So we needed to improvise. That, my friend, is where you and all the other prisoners in this prison come in."

    "I'm not....doing...anything for....you." Aden groaned, barely able to say a single sentence.

    "Well I guess we'll see about that, won't we?" The man stated, before stepping out of shadow.
    
    The man was large, clearly over 6 foot and filled with muscle. He was holding some sort of syringe, and was walking towards Aden. Aden squirmed, trying to free himself as the man grabbed his right arm and jabbed the needle into it, pushing down on the plunger. A burning feeling spread from where the contents of the syringe started coursing throughout Aden's blood, causing Aden to shake in an almost violent way.

    Aden let out a mute scream as he felt his bones start to break, his bones turning into tiny fragments. For a few moments, his body could have been a lifeless sack of potatoes, before the fragments began to reform. His legs grew shorter, causing his feet to recede into his pants as his spine shrank as well, lowering his height by about half a foot.
    
    Aden's skin started to melt, Aden letting out tears of agony as his skin boiled over his reshaping bones, remolding itself like clay. All of his body hairs were incinerated by his boiling skin, the hair on his head falling off onto the floor. His skin melted through fat throughout his body, mostly in his arms, legs, and waist, causing them to shrink. His limbs became slender and smooth while his waist was brutally crunched inwards, pushing against organs and fat.

    He continued to cry as his hands and feet compressed and changed shape while his shoulders were smashed inwards. Aden started to vomit as his adam's apple shattered and made it's way up his throat, coming out of his mouth in various pieces alongside blood. His head started throbbing, becoming more and more intense as it started reshaping. His lower jaw was pulled back into his head slightly as the fat in his face started to painfully move around and change, giving his face a rounder look to it.

    Black hair burst out of Aden's head, growing down the sides of his head and resting upon his shoulders as bangs straightened themselves above his eyes, which gained long, luscious black eyelashes. Fat moved into his lips, making them feel as if they were going to burst any second. Aden's nose fractured in various places, painfully shrinking down and blocking his vision a bit less than usual. As if Aden could take any more, fat and tissue started to push up underneath his nipples, which were becoming painfully erect. He sobbed as his skin was stretched upwards into twin mounds, tissue and fat molding into milk producing lobes.

    Aden howled in his new high pitched voice as his hairless testicles started retracting into his body. As they moved into his body, they also began to shrink and change shape, becoming organs meant for the other sex. The head and shaft followed the testicles as they too began to retract back into Aden's body and painfully mold into a female's reproductive system. The head finished retracting to his body, morphing into the finishing part of Aden's new womanhood.

    His mind was quickly taken off of his missing penis as his hip bones cracked and broke, pushing outwards and reforming. His already worn jeans ripped even more to make room for his larger hips. Aden grimaced as the fat in his lower half moved around, fat rushing into his butt and thighs. His butt pushed against his jeans even more, completely destroying the back of them as his thighs filled with fat from his shrinking calves, growing to a large size big enough to hold up his enlarged hips.

    "Hey, you alright?" Agent CF-42 asked.

    "Yeah," Anuva replied. "Could I have some more fitting clothes?"

    "Of course, of course." Agent CF-42 chuckled as he picked up a pile of clothes behind him and handed them to Anuva.

    "So, whats my next assignment?" Anuva questioned as she slipped a red and white striped shirt on over her bra.

    "Same old." Agent CF-42 answered. "Someone is questioning our practices over in America."

    "As usual." Anuva sighed as she finished putting her clothes on and picked up the folder that Agent CF-42 held out for her. Skimming through the pages, she walked out the door and joined the other agents, all holding files for their new missions.
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    The shot sounded like cannon fire, blasting off into the trees as it grazed past the deer's head. The deer panicked and ran off into the dense bush, a few more shots hitting the trees next to it.

    "Dammit!" Evan cursed. "I almost had that one!" He reloaded his rifle with haste, dropping a few bullets and cursing some more. He shoved the pack of ammunition into his backpack, and strapped the pack onto his back as he climbed down the ladder from his post. Evan gripped his rifle and started trudging through the brush, keeping his eyes peeled for deer.

    In his mind, he imagined hanging the head of his first kill over the mantel. His buddies had urged him to start up the hobby of hunting, as they went together often.

    Evan snapped out of his thoughts as he heard what sounded like a twig snapping, looking down his rifle's sights and turning towards where he heard the sound. He didn't move for a solid 30 seconds, looking for any sign of movement. When he saw none, he started moving forwards, still looking down the sights.

    But as he was looking down the sights, he didn't notice an old tarp laying on the ground in front of him. He stepped into it, and the tarp fell into a hole that was beneath it, Evan following close behind it. He let out a yelp as he fell into the hole, only falling for about a second.

    He got himself up, seeing that the hole was only about 6 feet tall. As he was about to climb out, he felt something on the bottom the hole. He nudged it with his foot a bit, wondering what it was. Evan slowly bent over, which was hard in the small space, and managed to grab the object. Without looking at it, he threw it out of the hole, climbing out not too long after.

    He picked the object back up, seeing that it was a device of sorts. It had a blank screen on one side, with a few buttons on the same side under the screen. One of the buttons had a power symbol on it, so Evan clicked it. The screen came to life, colors appearing and text materializing. Evan read the text, which read Transformative_Device V1.2.

    He clicked on the start button next, which brought him to another screen which showed up like this,
  
   Gender:

    Age:

    Personality:

    Minor features:

    More options

   
At first, Evan was confused by this, but remembering what the text had said on the startup screen, started to realize what this thing might be able to do. He filled out the questions, not bothering to go into the more options section. The screen now read,

   Gender: Female

    Age: 13

    Personality: Happy, outgoing

    Minor features: Freckles on face, long hair that goes to lower back that is slightly curly

    More options

   
Evan strapped his rifle onto his bag, and started going back to his home. He had a roommate there, Brad, whom he despised for refusing to help around the house. If this thing could really do what it said it could, then Evan could get Brad out of the house forever.

    He inserted the key and turned, opening the door and stepping inside. He set down his bag and rifle next to his bed, and continued to Brad's room. He hesitated for a moment, his hand on the doorknob, but then opened the door to find his roommate in the process of unzipping his pants while holding a bottle of Evan's lotion in his other hand.

    "The hell are you doing?" Brad yelled. "As you can see, I was about to jack off, so just get out of my room!"

    "Not with my god damn lotion!" Evan barked. "I've been buying that stuff once a week wondering where it's been going!"

    "Well, I live here, so it's mine too!" Brad retaliated.

    Evan, fuming, pointed the device at Brad and pressed the biggest button there was on it. Brad laughed, and started unzipping his pants even more.

    "The hell was that supposed to do?" Brad jested. "Make me a perfect roommate? Good luck with that!"

    Evan turned around and was about to leave the room when Brad started screaming bloody murder. 

    "IT'S GONE!" Brad wailed. "IT'S GONE!"

    Evan started at his roommate, who was digging around in his pants where his pied piper was, or used to be. As Brad was looking for his custard launcher, Evan saw Brad's blond hair starting to grow longer, and curlier as well. Brad saw the hair starting to invade his vision, and pulled it, only causing him to scream even louder.

    "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" Brad shrieked. "MY PENIS IS GONE, AND MY HAIR LOOKS LIKE A GIRL'S!" Evan could only stare as his roommate continued to change further, his height starting to decrease, and fat starting to disappear as his body shrank down. Brad started moaning instead of screaming, which was fine by Evan, as he slowly shrank into his clothes. He stopped shrinking at about 5 feet and 2 inches, his hair also continuing to grow, now down to his mid-back.

    Brad's face began to change, his lips puffing up a bit, his nose becoming smaller. His skull shrank, his head becoming rounder and more feminine. Evan started smiling as Brad's skin softened, his facial and bodily hairs retracting back into his skin. Brad's eyelashes elongated, and his eyebrows thinned as freckles started appearing on his face, mostly under the eyes and upper forehead.

    To Evan, Brad now looked like a young, 13 or 14 year old girl. The girl stopped moaning, and got up, her large pants almost falling off of her small, slender legs. She jumped off the bed and ran into the closet, where Evan heard boxes being moved and tossed aside. 

    After a few minutes, the girl came out wearing jeans and a light blue shirt with a gray over shirt above it. Why Brad even had girl's clothes in his closet, and for a young teenager for that matter, Evan didn't know, but didn't really care as the girl started running to the front door.

    "Thanks for everything!" she called out. "I have some friends meeting up at the roller skating rink later tonight, so sorry I had to leave in a rush!"

    She opened the door and left, the door closing behind her. Evan grinned, happy now that Brad was gone for good. His smile faded as he turned around and saw the bedroom, still full of Brad's stuff, that he would have to clean out on his own.

    "Well, good things come at a cost." Evan muttered, before starting to pick up Brad's old clothes. Evan looked at the device before putting it into his pocket, wondering what he could do with it now that he knew what it could do.
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    The impact was rough, the water slamming into his back, but it was over quickly and Dennis swam to the surface. Another kid was about to come down the slide, so Dennis swam to the side to make sure he didn't get hit like he did in the 2nd grade. He watched as the kid came shooting down the slide, shooting out the end and making contact with the water, causing ripples to shift around the pool.

    Other kids laughed and played, some tossing around a ball or younger ones clinging onto their parents. Dennis swam to the side of the pool and pulled himself up, going for another trip down the slide. He walked to the back of the small line, consisting of about 4 or 5 kids waiting anxiously for their turn.

    Squinting, Dennis could barely make out the clock on the other side of the pool. It read 2:30, which meant Dennis' parents were going to be here anytime to take him and his sister to the 4:00 showing of Moana. He didn't want to go, especially now, but had unwillingly agreed to go see Moana so he could go see Fantastic Beasts and where to Find them later in the week.

    As it was now Dennis' turn to go, he climbed up the metal steps, a resonating clang after each step, and fit his legs into the long plastic tube. He pushed off the top, and started sliding down the tube. The air rushed against his face for a few moments before he was launched out of the slide, hitting the water back-first.

    A loud rip could be heard after Dennis hit the water, causing him to swim to the side of the pool. Looking down, Dennis could see that the impact had torn a hole straight through his swim trunks, exposing his glorious manhood for the world to see. He climbed out of the pool, trying to hold the tear together as he quickly made his way to the bathrooms, opening one of the doors and going into the one-toilet bathroom.

    Locking the door behind him, Dennis could smell something that could only be described as human waste mixed with human sweat and a hint of chlorine. Looking at the hole, Dennis could see that it was in fact exposing his entire glory, and seemed unfixable. Cursing, Dennis saw a blue crystal laying on the floor against a wall.

    He stepped over towards it, bending down to pick it up. Dennis could see that it was professionally made, smooth and rounded while also connected to a chain. A strange urge came over him as he started putting the strange gem around his neck, fitting the chain over his head and around his neck. Dennis blinked, suddenly confused on why exactly he put the gem on his neck.

    Quickly trying to take it off, Dennis tried grabbing the chain, but found his fingers passed right through it. Trying again, he tried to grab the stone, having the same outcome as his hand passed straight through the gem like it wasn't there. As Dennis tried again and again to get the thing off, he saw the gem starting to glow, a light blue glow shining out of it.

    Dennis suddenly felt like he was on fire, his skin bubbling as his body hairs disappeared and his skin became softer. He watched in pain and horror as his skin became darker, going from a slight tan to like he had been out in the sun for weeks. He cried out as his hands shrank, his fingers becoming longer and daintier. His fingernails also grew a bit longer, and became manicured.

   The changes started spreading up his arms, as they slimmed and drained of fat and muscle. He grimaced as his shoulders caved inwards, losing their broadness. Dennis tried to grab the necklace with his smaller hands, and instead of them passing through, were able to grab onto the chain. He pulled the necklace up, about to get it off when it got tangled in something. Dennis tried to yank the necklace out, only to yelp as he almost pulled his hair out of his skull.

    He bounded to the mirror, and saw that his once short, brown hair was growing longer, and had turned black. Dennis winced as his skull reshaped, becoming rounder. He held back a scream as he saw his face change, his lips filling with fat and becoming larger, his nose shrinking down. His eyelashes elongated as his blue eyes turned brown, his eyebrows thinning and becoming narrow. He coughed as his adams apple started to disappear, shrinking down and giving him a girly voice with a slight Hawaiian accent. Dennis gaped at the new face staring at him in the mirror, which he almost instantly recognized as Moana, the star of the new Disney Princess movie his sister wanted to see.

    Dennis grabbed onto the sink in agony as his hips shot outwards, bones snapping and reshaping, pushing out his hips to wide proportions. His butt started to inflate with fat, growing larger and larger and straining his swim trunks. Dennis screamed as he felt his prized manhood slip away into his body, his testicles pulling up into his body which were followed suit by the rest of it, a womanly slit in it's place.

    Dennis fell onto the cold, damp floor of the bathroom as new hormones raged throughout his body, changing his inner organs and giving him new sensations that he had never felt before. As Dennis was laying on the floor, he didn't notice his swim trunks changing, the hole in them closing as they shrank, becoming red in color. They became only a piece of cloth held up by a string around his wide hips, which barely covered up his new womanhood. Another red cloth appeared over Dennis' nipples, wrapping loosely around his torso.

    Dennis tried to get up, but fell back down as his feet shrank, diminishing in size and gaining an arch to them. His calves were sucked clean of muscle and fat, becoming slimmer and more shapely, as that fat moved up into his thighs. Dennis let out a moan as his thighs expanded, filling up with fat and becoming large, voluptuous feminine thighs. Dennis managed to haul himself onto his new legs, and stumbled over to the door, fumbling with the lock as he tried to open it.

    As he undid the lock, his back arched, sending waves of pain through his body. His spine grew, increasing Dennis' height by a few inches, causing him to again fall onto the floor. He trembled as his waist crashed inwards, pushing organs and fat out of the way as he gained an alluring hourglass figure. Fat started building up behind Dennis' nipples, pushing out into breasts, which grew and grew, pushing against the red fabric. Dennis moaned as his new breasts pushed against the fabric, grabbing them with his small hands. New memories started to flood into Dennis' mind, erasing the old ones and replacing them, eventually replacing Dennis altogether.

    Moana got up, wondering why she was on the floor. Shrugging, she checked her face in the mirror, finding her necklace tangled in with her hair. Groaning, she pulled the necklace out of her hair and fit it around her neck, walking out of the bathroom. She looked around for a moment at the crowded pool, knowing she needed to find a way home before it got dark. As she strode out of the pool area, a little girl yanked on her mother's arm, yelling Moana's name. The mother was too busy looking for something as Moana walked out of sight, the little girl filled with glee, still yanking on her mother's arm. 
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    The wind brushed against Dean's hair, blowing it into his vision and generally bothering him. Carlos, on the other hand, was throwing stones off the nearby cliff face, his short-cut hair barely touched by the wind.

    "How much longer are we gonna be out here?" Dean asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice as he tried to push his hair out of his face.

    "Not much longer, hopefully." Carlos replied. "Dan and them said they would be here soon."

    "You sure they didn't mean next year?" Dean added. Deciding it was better than sitting and brushing hair out of his eyes, Dean got up to look around. Carlos dropped the stone he was holding and followed him, asking Dean to check the time on his wristwatch.

    "Still a little past 1." Dean noted, squinting his eyes to see his watch. As Dean did this, Carlos started running, passing Dean almost instantly.

    "Hey!" Dean complained. "You know I can't run that fast!" He tried to catch up to Carlos, but was so far unsuccessful as all the extra weight he had gained in his life slowed him down extremely. As Dean was about to stop to catch a breath, Carlos suddenly stumbled and fell into the grass, vanishing from sight.

    "You okay?" Dean asked, getting no response. He started running as fast as his chubby body would allow, his breath coming out in quick, rapid bursts. As Dean neared the spot where Carlos fell, he saw no sign of Carlos, but instead a red and white cap along with a pair of sunglasses laying in the grass.

    "Gotcha!" Carlos suddenly yelled, jumping up behind Dean and causing him to yelp and turn around.

    "You know thats not funny!" Dean breathed, still catching his breath from both the run and scare. Turning around, Dean leaned over and picked up the cap, turning it in his hands a few times before putting it on. Carlos came over and grabbed the sunglasses, putting them atop his head.
    
    "Well, Dan probably isn't coming." Carlos declared. "Probably best if we get going."

    "Yeah." Dean replied.

    As Dean and Carlos started walking back to where their bikes were waiting, Dean collapsed onto the ground, his legs giving out. Carlos spun around, only to fall onto the ground as well. Dean lifted his head, barely able to see Carlos though the grass. As Dean tried to get up, he noticed his clothes getting smaller, pushing against all his extra fat. As Dean thought the clothes would rip, he saw his stout body start to shrink, layers of fat disappearing in seconds.

    Dean gaped at his shrinking body, as he saw faint traces of muscle in his now slim arms. All of his excess fat was now gone from his body, his clothes shrinking to fit his new figure. Dean grimaced as his body became taller, his legs elongating and spine becoming a bit longer as Dean grew in height, gaining a few inches. His brown hair started to become black as his bangs disappeared back into his cap, his hair becoming slightly spiked at the sides. Dean's eyebrows turned black as his skull reshaped, his chin becoming pointed and his face gaining a more stern look to it, finishing Dean's transformation.

    As this was happening, Carlos was experiencing similar changes. As he lay in the grass, his hard-earned muscle started to fade away, his arms and legs losing muscle as they thinned, but not to the point where they would be considered weak. Carlos yelped as his skin bubbled, ridding itself of scars and bruises as it became lighter and paler. His hair began to grow outwards, turning from it's usual black to an orange-red, sticking out in weird ways and hanging down his face slightly, which was also changing. Carlos' skull reshaped, his chin becoming pointed and his eyes changed to an orange color. His nose shrank, becoming less pointed as his eye brows followed suit, becoming less bushy. Carlos' changes finished, his mind being filled with new memories, which replaced the old ones.

    "Jesus, Red. What did ya do now, drug me?" Blue chuckled, getting himself up out of the grass.

    "I....don't think so?" Red replied, both confused on how they got here.

    "Eh, its probably nothing." Blue added. "I've still got that battle I have to be at later today."

    "Well, alright then." Red muttered, brushing dirt and grass off of his clothes as Blue wandered away. Deciding that the day shouldn't go to waste, Red started walking towards a nearby clearing, hoping to find an Eevee there, and if he was lucky, an evolution of one.

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I'm pretty sure everyone finds joy somewhere you just need to find it
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