Tanya was the best athlete around in the local highschool, her name consistently found at the top of the list for every sport imaginable.

A truly remarkable girl who had the potential to represent the country for global tournaments and maybe even the Olympics someday.

But that hadn’t meant she was completely infallible. For one; she was mediocre when it came to grades, never being able to truly do well for most subjects besides English, unable to wrap her head around complicated equations and mind boggling theories.

And second, the one thing she considered most critical about herself; an inability to find herself a boyfriend. Already midway through her last year at the high school, Tanya despaired internally as her friends and classmates all seemed to have either gotten themselves a boyfriend or had someone chasing after their tails.

That didn’t mean Tanya was an ugly person, far from it. From her striking natural blue hair to her toned body showing signs of further growth bulging with muscle all over, covered in soft tanned skin. She was a wonderful girl to look at. But because of her self-doubting nature, the girl just couldn’t see it.

She didn’t know she had herself a sizable following of boys who found the herculean tomboy the girl of their dreams. The issue being her gruff personality that only a few were able to get close to, that being other girls much like her; from delinquents to fellow tomboys.

The only difference between them being they were all already deeply entwined in their own relationships with their desired soulmates…all besides Tanya, about ready to commit herself to never being able to grab anyone’s attention despite her friend’s and family’s encouragement.

Until she’d chanced upon a rumour at school, a wild story where logging in to a special site online when the clock struck twelve as March rolled around would lead to having the user’s wish granted.

It sounded absolutely ridiculous to Tanya, who rebuked the friend who’d told her that as the two parted ways to head back home. But in the back of her mind, Tanya couldn’t help but revisit that idea as she played around with actually going ahead and doing the deed.

It wasn’t as if it was going to cost her anything, right?

And so she’d gone ahead with the plan, copying the link on the note her friend had sent her, coming face to face with a gaudy looking site that only served to dissolve what little hope she had in her as she sat there, waiting for the clock to hit midnight as her finger hovered over the enter key, tapping her feet impatiently on the ground wanting to just hop into bed and sleep her pain away.

As the clock struck 12, Tanya’s finger hit the entry key, inputting her badly written essay into the site as she let out a lengthy sigh, waiting as seconds passed by…with no visible reaction once the site finished loading, transitioning to a simple white page with one word displayed in the middle in bold; Enjoy

“Just a stupid frickin lie…”

Slamming the laptop shut, Tanya threw herself onto her bed, exhausted and saddened by another reminder that she was never going to be able to find herself a boyfriend, assured her future life was probably going to be spent coming home each night to an empty home with no one to talk to. Unaware of the small text scrawled at the bottom of the screen that had a lengthy warning that making the wish would have some undesirable consequences for the user.

Not like they would even remember much to regret anyway...

But throughout the world, many others like her would find themselves waking up to entirely new lives with nary a hint of their past selves at all once the magical site had it's way with them.

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Tanya had awoken feeling unusually sore as she rose off the hard concrete floor, the unusual hustle and bustle of what sounded like teenagers enjoying a round of soccer at the field rousing her awake as she sat up.

“The hell? How’d i end up in the storage shaaa-ahhg!”

As her groggy bed voice rose to a cry, Tanya felt herself lifted off the ground as her chest seemed to balloon outwards, invisible hands tugging hard at her nipples as her breasts rapidly grew from modest B-cups to a jiggling set of mammaries bordering E’s as the milk filled mounds threw her off balance.

It left her looking incredibly off putting with how out of proportion the rest of her body was in comparison to her grown chest.

“W-what the f-fuck is this?! S-stop it!”

Tanya spun in circles, hands held up in front of her face as if to ward off an attack as she eyed her new assets in fear and arousal, her newly sensitive fat, pink nipples aching to be touched. Caught off guard however, Tanya yelled in fear as she felt those same invisible hands return, gripping her forearms and legs as they bound her in place, a fifth limb grabbing ahold of her entire face as she felt her screams come out muffled and distorted, unable to resist as she felt her body ripple and contort much like her chest had.

Beginning with her legs, the muscled limbs were soon sapped dry of the muscles that had helped carry Tanya through so many of her achievements. The thin well trained legs pumped with a healthy layer of tender, aged flesh and pudgy fat as the solid legs began to jiggle and wobble as Tanya shivered in fear.

Tanya groaned as she felt her hips snap outwards, bones creaking and reformatting themselves as her hardened muscle gave way to soft sculpted valleys of sensitive flesh that ran down from beneath her pendulous breasts to her petite belly, ending in a hairy bush of pubes that had grown out to crown the plump lips between her thighs, loosening it’s fleshy interior as years of use were ingrained into the walls, the hands on her face restricting her moans as Tanya felt the inside of her vagina undergo years of strenuous use from her special someone, birthing many children with her handlebar hips being a testament to that fact as her hymen vanished.

By her side, the former athlete's arms hadn’t been spared from the changes assaulting her body. Where the long slender limbs were once rippling with powerful muscle, they were now rendered weak and useless, the most they’d ever gone through was having to lift stacks of paper. The bulging muscles in her biceps and forearms were replaced by a rotund addition of fat and flesh that served to match with the rest of Tanya’s curvaceous form.

But at some point, Tanya’s resistance had dwindled to little more than weak kicks of her fattened legs or a reflective jerk from her curvy back as electric shocks of pleasure and ran through her unfamiliar form, her crimson eyes rolled to the back of her head as her constant cries and screams were reduced to vapid giggles and guttural moans as the invisible limb still gripping her head ran a finger over her head, pleasantly rubbing new thought processes and memories into the aging girl’s head as her handsome features began to ripple into a more mature visage that suited her new body.

As her unique blue hair began to darken into long silky strands of ordinary black. Tanya’s brow twitched as she felt her life slip away from her, the red pupils she’d grown so fond of diluting with a golden coloration until it completely subsumes her old as a soft groan escapes her plumper lips, forgetting everything from her own name to her childhood days, all of it up to the current moment in time siphoned from her brain as she soon wondered what she was even doing here in the storage shed she now found completely strange and unfamiliar with. Empty eyes gazing around as her tired body relaxed in the arms’ grip, letting them caress her sensitive body as her tanned skin washed over with a pale yellow complexion, like she’d never been out in the sun for more than an hour at a time and reflecting that of her new identity as a beautiful Japanese woman in her mid thirties.

And as her long silky mane tied itself into a neat bun atop her alluring face, Tanya Wellington was no more, her floating form slowly falling back to the cold concrete floor as she stood in place like a zombie; her slim shoulders slumped down as her knees buckled, swaying to the left and right as the invisible arms vanished one by one, their job completed as the remaining magical entity rubbed its index finger over the woman’s head, imbuing the husk with an entire history of a life that soon ingrained itself into the new reality of Asakura Himiko, a loving mother of two young boys, married to her childhood sweetheart after she’d reunited with him when the two had graduated from different universities overseas.

Shaking her groggy head, the naked young woman looked around, before her arms flew up to her chest and privates as she realized her compromising position; standing naked in the storage shed for the school’s PE equipment right when the students were running morning practice before homeroom. At least her clothes were here with her, glancing down to the floor at her dishevelled clothes strewn everywhere.

“Dear me, what am I even doing here at this hour? Ahh no time, need to…get…dressed!”

Asakura hurriedly clasps her lacey black bra over the heaving set of breasts and behind her slender back, a part of her she couldn’t help but be proud of, helping to develop a sortof positive mindset and spritely attitude as she went about her days with confidence brimming out of her face. She remembered all the colleagues and even some of the students she'd given fashion advice to as they constantly asked what she did to maintain her fair skin and luxurious hair.

Snapping out of her reverie, Asakura winced as the fabric of her bra brushes up against her nipples, stiff and swollen in the morning air as she gives them a rub. Her mind drifting to thoughts of her husband as she felt herself heat up in the cold, her mind sparking with lewd thoughts for a moment before she resumed her pace, picking her lace thong up from the ground with a frown as she wondered what this was doing here, only ever bringing this out for ‘special occasions’ with her man.

Oh well, it was the only thing she had on hand for the moment, raising the fabric between her legs as she couldn't help but twitch at the feeling of the thin cloth riding up between her lower lips and into her peachy ass cheeks, stimulating her as she struggled to get a grip over the trembling hands holding onto either end of the knot.

“W-what;s wrong with me-hn-today…”

But in the midst of her confusion, the door to the shed creaked open, a familiar face entering before halting entirely, the door shutting quiet behind the man as he blushed at the sight of his wife standing half dressed, alone in the shed.

“Heh, I couldn't find you all morning after you left early, and it turns out you’re getting naughty in the shed? Can’t wait for tonight dear?”

Stumbling backwards as her panties fall to the floor, Asakura feels her back hit the wall as her husband closes in rapidly, crossing the distance between them with a single step as he gently cups her chin in his hand, drawing her in for a kiss as his other hand goes down between her thighs, moaning into his mouth as she feels his rough fingers probe into her second mouth, rubbing sensitive flesh and sparking her fire as she pulled back, sighing in ecstasy as she stared into his glittering eyes.

“Y’know dear…our boy’s are fine and all but…how about a third?”

Giggling, Asakura shoves her man to the floor, hopping down nimbly onto his pelvis as she rubs her sopping wet naughty bits against her hubby’s throbbing erection, dainty fingers playing with the zipper that held it tight as she licked her lips.

“We’ve still got some time before homeroom…”

Leaning in close, making sure to breath hot and nice down his ears just the way he liked it, Asakura teased her man further, giddy with anticipation as she felt the bulge nudging against her pussy grow larger, knocking against her warm belly, eager to be embraced by her twitching folds as she felt his arms knead her milkers.

“...so go ahead dear~ Fill me up nice and warm alright?”

By the time homeroom had begun and Asakura had shown up to her class with a slight limp to her step, she knew her husband had pumped enough inside her to load up with a third, running a hand over her slightly buldging belly as she started free period, wondering what sort of child would be the next to join their growing family as a sudden though ran through her head while gazing down at the female students running track and field, their attire strangely familiar to her.

Shaking off the weird haze, Asakura walked casually back to her desk. She had to get ready for other lessons after this, and with how hard her man was with her back there, she couldn’t afford to waste her time dawdling. Being the clutz she was, she’d forgotten to prepare the test papers for math in second period.

She only hoped she’d be fast enough to get them ready when homeroom ended…

THE END