Clicking his tongue when the sharp piercing ring of the alarm by the bedside interrupts his sleep, the young man slams a fist down on the beaten clock, the blaring noise fading abruptly to allow for the gentle chirps of the sparrows roosting outside to filter in through the window.
Except unlike the bright cheery world outside, the young man slowly sliding himself off the bed seemed to dread the very idea of waking up to go start his day, dragging feet sliding off the floorboards as he made his way outside and down the hallway into the toilet. Slamming the door shut before starting off his morning routine of washing up and brushing his teeth. Heavy lidded eyelids and dark sores underneath showing just how little sleep he was having after days of binging computer games and tv dramas, his messy room covered in posters featuring video game characters and hot anime girls.
Not one to socialize, Simmons wanted little to do with the outside world despite the egging from his parents about finding a good girlfriend and getting a sustainable job for his own good. He spat on those things, preferring to stay cooped up inside his room and only ever leaving to get food or go to the toilet, unwilling to feel the sun on his skin after that humiliating first job interview his cowardly self had failed to pass, and today was no exception. Even if he had promised his friend he’d go out with him today.
Believe it or not, Simmons still had physical connections with the outside world, in the form of Aaron, the one friend he’d managed to make during his college days. With the pair having a shared interest in games, tv and anime despite their different lifestyles with Aaron being an ace player on the football team and Simmons being a skilled digital artist, it didn’t take much for them to become fast buddies. Whiling away the days together until graduation with both working on their respective hobbies and dream jobs. It seemed that they would remain inseparable friends for the foreseeable future.
Until Simmons had hit his metaphorical dead end as a self branded good-for-nothing, unable to find a job after his catastrophic interview for a game development company ended with his work being ridiculed and his appearance made fun of, spending his remaining time from then on alone until his parents would finally have enough of him and probably throw him out. It was a dark road of self destruction with no one interested to pull him off of it.
But only Aaron still cared enough to remain in contact with him, coming over every once in a while to hang out when he wasn’t busy stuck at his desk job in some corporate office, but sometimes, Aaron would shoot glances of uncertainty at Simmons. Stares and uncomfortable shifts in his body language that Simmons definitely hadn’t missed out on, whether or not he was disgusted or wanted to say something, he didn’t care much at all.
And so their routine would continue on for weeks. Breaking the monotonous cycle when he had asked Simmons to come outside and spend the day with him at the mall a few days ago, agreeing on a meeting for an early breakfast at 9am.
Except it was already fast approaching noon, with the bore having spent the night playing game after game, he hadn’t bothered to keep track at all, feeling nothing as his self-deprecating nature irked the dark ball inside him to push away Aaron’s goodwill.
Won’t be surprised if that naive idiot stops talking to me…just like everyone else…
Not one to remain dwelling on useless thoughts, Simmons immediately creeps back into his den, booting up the desktop to keep himself occupied.
Elsewhere though, Aaron, unsurprised that he had been set up by the stranger his friend had become, would enact his plan to get the Simmon’s he had befriended three years ago back, leaning into the wooden seat he had sat on alone for hours now in the cafe they had both agreed to meet at. Withdrawing a weathered piece of paper from his pocket, gingerly glancing over the ominous red scrawls and arcane symbols scribbled all over the note that looked like a prop for some fantasy flick.
A few days ago, he would’ve called himself insane for even thinking of resorting to ‘magic’ to solve his problems. But after that one desperate night following the instructions sent to him from an old contact from his highschool days he remembered being some nutcase on the occult, Aaron was left more or less pleasantly surprised by the daemon he had managed to summon before him in his room.
And after a shady deal was struck between the two that only required Aaron to break the seal binding the daemon to the infernal realm he had come from, he was now in possession of an incredibly powerful artifact that the creature had told him would be able to grant any one wish he might have in mind.
But don’t think it’ll all be sunshine and roses boy, this ain’t some simple genie lamp that’ll do exactly as you tell it to. It’ll grant your wish no doubt about that, but it's the ‘how’ you should be worried about…not even I can guarantee the safety of you or your buddy after it’s done granting your wish…
But with a chance like this? I don’t think you can really complain now right?
Those words rang in Aaron’s mind as he spreads the paper on the table, clenching his eyes shut with his palm laid out over the circle as the scrawls begin to glow with bright red light, channelling his desire to have Simmons back to his old self into the forefront of his mind as he felt the infernal energies of the demonic artifact surge around him, warping the fabric of reality as it did his bidding, everything and everyone in the cafe and the world outside coming to a standstill. From Simmon’s hunched over form completely focused on the game in front of him to the waitress reaching out to ask Aaron what he was doing, time froze for all of them.
This is it…the moment we can just go back to being friends again…
With the last remnants of the world around him fading to white, Aaron’s mind fades to black as his body begins to fragment and break apart like puzzle pieces, awaiting the new world he would awake in as the ancient magics did their work…
–
“Ughh…did it work?”
Coming to in a dark cramped space, Aaron slowly felt around him to get a better understanding of where he was, feeling around the small compartment to find himself in what looked like a dressing room of sorts, the muffled screams and cheers of a rowdy crowd ringing through the locked door.
It looked like he had simply fallen asleep after casting the spell, and judging from how sweaty he was, wherever he had ended up after casting the spell was incredibly hot, humid and swarming with other people.
Unlatching the lock before peering outside as the bright rays of the sun beats down on him alongside the barrage of unfiltered noise and heat, Aaron had to blink away the sting of the sun in his eyes as he glanced around at the sandy beach before him, crowded with so many people the colors of their swimsuits almost dazzled him with how it all seemed to blend together into one abstract piece.
“Are you some princess picking out your clothes or something dude? Hurry up and get outta there!”
Swinging his head back in surprise at the gruff impatient voice that called down to him, Aaron takes notice of the burly man in an aloha shirt, fists in his pocket with a stern frown on his face. He didn’t need to take note of the changing room sign on the wooden door before zipping back inside in panic, uttering a quick apology that landed on deaf ears.
“H-Hey! You better not take an hour to change in there! It’s already been 15 minutes!”
But Aaron’s mind was struggling to comprehend what was happening as he returned to the relative safety of the changing room, processing the string of events that ultimately led to him now being on a beach stark naked.
So after making a deal with the literal devil, Aaron had obtained something capable of granting wishes, and after making a wish to have his friend returned to normal from his broken state, now found himself alone on a beach.
But how the hell did wishing for Simmons to get better lead to this?! Shit, I need to get changed before Mr Beefcake outside starts breaking down the door…where the hell are my clothes anyway?
In the darkness of the stall, Aaron would remain oblivious to the deep pink misty trail rising up from the abandoned piece of paper on the floor as he searched for his clothes, the tips of its wispy body like that of a dangerous snake on the prowl as it slithered up his legs, wherever it touched taking on a soft, peachy hue as the hair on his legs receded back into his body.
By the time the pink smoke had wrapped around his hips, Aaron’s toned calves and solid thighs were looking less defined and more ‘rounder’, surrounded by a thick layer of firm baby fat that hadn’t been there before and coated over in creamy skin free of any imperfections he might’ve gained from his time on the football team.
Fumbling in the dark as he rummaged around the stall for a light switch, turning it on to find a strangely small yellow sweater and simple shorts that looked a tad bit too small for him, and there wasn’t even any underwear to boot. But with the impatient man outside beginning to pound on the doors, Aaron didn’t have much time to argue as he grabbed ahold of the ill fitting clothes, slipping them up the curvy pillars before slapping them around his shapely hips, cutting off the entity’s advance and leaving a portion of it trapped in with his swollen member as he moved on to his top, the other half of the transfigurative smoke doing it’s best to clamber up Aaron’s torso before he could slip the jacket on, it’s panicked climbing beginning a rapid spurt of changes as his waistline cinches inward, snapping his spine into a tight sexy S-curve as his muscled chest melts outward into a modest set of fat filled tits, inverted nipples rubbing up against cotton as Aaron finishes slipping it over his body, ruffling the smooth head of hair and sending silky strands tumbling down his face, clicking his tongue in annoyance before tucking them behind his ear as more strands tumbled down in thin layers.
Pretty soon the short haircut he had maintained over the years would be replaced with a round head of well cared for hair that curled inward as if to divert attention to his rapidly feminizing face.
Wow…this thing actually fits me quite well…thought it’d be a size too small or something…feels nice against the skin too!
The young man however, seemed oblivious to the changes wracking his body, looking himself over in the mirror as the fading remnants of the pink smoke wrap around his head, slipping in through his nostrils and ears as his dull chestnut brown eyes begin to fill over with an eerie pink glow, feeling the crook of his nose crunch in to a cute button as his lips filled over just enough to turn the flat cracked surface into a soft pillow lined with lipstick, a rosy warmth on his soft cheeks as he spun once in the mirror for no particular reason, strangely focused on how his clothes placed emphasis on his toned midriff and eye catching legs.
But of course he would remain ignorant, after all it wouldn’t be much of a reality-bending, wish granting demonic spell designed to grant the users wish in the most obtuse manner if the user in question was aware now would it?
I hope Simmons likes the look…I spent so long…looking? Wait, what the hell did I just-
Before he could dwell any further on his strange thoughts however, the banging on the door would intensify, an angry shout accompanying the barrage reminding Aaron he was out of time. Slipping out the door, the awkward encounter with the frustrated man from earlier seemed like a dream now, an unusual rush of peppy energy coming forth as a bright smile splits Aaron’s lips, mesmerizing almond shaped eyes meeting the bewildered man as he shot a peace sign at him, the last curls of the mist fading away as it left his head of hair looking extra smooth and vibrant, dark brown locks of silky glimmering in the bright sunlight. Although he was wondering why he looked so surprised…
Compared to the meek young man who shrank back inside the stall earlier, Aaron was a drastically different person altogether, the thick cotton sweater only serving to plump up the size of his assets even more as he leaned forward with enthusiasm, the other serpentine wisp of pink smoke working on his dwindling manhood serving to fuel the adrenaline rush blinding him to how feminine he was acting.
“H-Hey there! Sorry for the long wait, I had a little trouble with the wardrobe y’know?”
The anger that was once apparent on the man’s face was now replaced with surprise and embarrassment, not familiar with the feminine appeal, he was left with nothing to say as his eyes darted all over the place, landing on the young girl’s chest before darting down past her toned stomach towards the hot shorts with an semi-transparent strip that showed off her pasty smooth skin beneath and the apparent lack of underwear around her luscious hips, the pink mist invisible to the naked eye working on the tiny nub of flesh that was all that remained of Aaron’s former penis, the tiny testicles already beginning to slink back inside of a widening slit between his tantalizing thigh gap, flanked by a pair of fleshy thighs that could not have belonged to the athlete Aaron no longer remembered himself being.
Was his mind playing tricks on him? Moments ago, he could’ve almost sworn that it was some pipsqueak of a man hiding inside, not some hot number that looked like she could easily find herself a spot on a fashion magazine.
“Uhh, but I thought…sorry miss…I thought you were…gah, nevermind, just go!”
Moving to the side as the burly man almost seemed to try to avert his gaze from Aaron, the young man was left in silence as the door slammed shut behind him, exhaling in relief with the hassle of dealing with the angry man now behind him.
“Phew…wasn’t too hard, all things considered! Thought he was going to get violent back there…now where was I…”
Putting a dainty finger to his chin, Aaron thought back to why he was even here on the beach in the first place. Something about finding Simmons? He did agree to meet him here today didn’t he? Although he clearly remembered texting him a few nights ago with the excitement of spending a day at the warm sunny beach with his friend still fresh in his mind, there was still something incredibly off to him about that train of thought. Wasn’t there something involving wish making and magic?
“Aghh! All this thinking isn’t doing me any good! Maybe I just need to clear my head…”
Setting off toward the refreshment stand with a pep in his step, Aaron would leave the changing rooms behind him, along with the yellowed piece of paper long forgotten on the floor of the stall, the flustered man inside eventually noticing the thing before bending over to pick it up with a frown on his face…
–
Gosh…maybe it was a mistake to wear something this thick in the afternoon…
It didn’t take long before Aaron would begin to feel the repercussions of his choice of attire on the beach, flapping a slim hand in a futile effort to cool himself as he wobbled over to the shades, drawing the attention of the people already inside as envious eyes glared at him while lustful stares seemed to undress what little clothes he had on him.
S-Strange…why’s everyone staring at me all of a sudden…
Slinking over to the counter manned by a rugged middle aged lady in an effort to make himself small, Aaron’s eyes gazed over the menu as the pink glimmer in them begins to subside, melding nicely with the azure blue pearls that were his irises as he leaned over the table to make his order.
Better not forget one for Simmons…
“Could I get two orders of Blueberry Bash? And make it extra fizzy!”
“You got it sweety!”
S-Sweety?! Why would she-ohh…
Before Aaron could get over the shock of being called out with an obviously feminine label, a dull thudding against his brain forces him to stumble with his words, placing shivering arms over the table to stabilize himself before he could fall over as a wave of nausea washes over him, gritting his teeth in pain as a feminine whimper leaks through.
“Hey, you alright there? Y’hear me?”
At this point, Aaron could barely hear the concerned voice of the bartender over the deafening drone that had drowned her senses out, raising a trembling arm to his head as he struggled to overcome the pain that was beginning to make the slightest thought impossible. He wanted to scream, to lash out at anything if it meant relieving himself of the pain, but something held him back, something that reminded him of the significance of today that he wasn’t willing to mess it all up, tears running down his cheeks as fangs of fire bit down on his cranium, feeling as if his brain was going to pop the back of his skull and spray all over the ceiling.
Until it receded just as quickly as it began its encroach, releasing its grip over Anna’s mind, leaving her feeling as if an immense weight had just been lifted off her entire being as a choked gasp escaped her lips, breathing hard as she struggled to catch her breath.
“Woah there! Drinks ready so take a sip or something, maybe that can help…bad news walking around in the heat with that stuffy thing on if you ask me, dump it in the trash, doubt you wanna haul that sweaty thing around.”
Taking the woman’s advice, Anna proceeds to slide her sopping wet jacket over long slender arms, revealing lean rounded shoulders that connected nicely to her lean neckline as a small set of pert breasts clad in a striped bikini top jiggle free, eliciting some sighs of disappointment from the men around her after being deceived by how big her jacket made them out to be. But she didn’t mind though, after years of being catcalled and ogled, Anna would’ve been more surprised if no one made a sound. Pretty soon, she matched the other beachgoers in their attire, with her nubile young body on display for all to see.
Depositing the damp yellow thing into the bin before making her return back to the counter, Anna bows in apology before taking a seat on one of the vacant leather stools.
“S-Sorry for the trouble…god, I don’t know what just came over me…”
“Relax, and you got nothing to be sorry for, just drink, on the house for this one.”
Motioning over to the two bright blue bottles, Anna nodded in thanks before popping open one bottle, bringing the lid up to her lips before taking a hearty swig of the refreshing drink, groaning in glee as the fizzy liquid runs down her throat. Sighing in satisfaction. Energy filling her shaky body with her sing-song voice ringing out loud and clear now.
“This is really good! Thanks miss!”
“Glad you like it, what made you wear that stuffy thing out here in the first place? From the looks of it…you out with a friend or something? A boyfriend maybe?”
“O-Oh…I uhh…yeah, i’m supposed to meet with him but I haven't seen him anywhere at all…I was so focused on what to wear I somehow forgot my phone and wallet! It’s my first time on a date so…”
He’s probably gone home by now…
Fidgeting in her seat at the reminder of her date gone wrong, Anna couldn’t help but sigh in defeat as she fiddled with the bottle in her grip, eyeing her sad reflection in the clear glass before an assuring hand pats her gently on the head.
“What’re you looking so down for sweety? There’s still plenty of time till the days up, and I'm sure your man isn’t one to leave a poor thing like you alone now right? I’m sure he’s out there looking for you…might do you good to repay the favour, hm?”
She didn’t know why she needed a pep talk to see it, but Anna knew the lady’s words might have some merit, wiping the tears that were beginning to bubble up around her eyes, the young girl utters one final word of thanks before swiping the drinks off the table, bounding out of the shade and back into the sun to begin her search before the afternoon faded away, the kindly bartender waving her goodbye till she vanished into the crowd.
–
Despite her renewed hopes and the new surge of energy after that brief moment of respite, Anna was struggling to find her boyfriend, wandering past the vague description of a ‘bunch of stands’ she remembered from the message he’d sent only to find no one familiar around with doubts beginning to fill her head. Had she missed him somehow?
But she couldn’t give up now, not when her first date was at stake no matter how derailed it already was. The bartender's encouragement rang in her mind as her head spun rapidly, not wasting time to stop as she swerved through the crowd, trying to find one glimpse of Simmons until eventually, she had wandered off to a less crowded portion of the beach, still no sign of her date anywhere in sight.
“C’mon, where is he? I can’t be too-kyah?!”
In her desperation to find him, she would instead find herself bumping into another oncoming figure that seemed to be in just as big a rush as she was, bouncing off his incredibly rigid body as she falls over onto her heart-shaped rear with a yelp, the man faring no better as he kicks up a cloud of sand with his descent.
“Oww…watch where you’re…going…Simmons?”
“Anna! I’ve been looking all over for you! Where’ve you been?”
Strange…was he always this…hunky?
Staring at the chiselled abs and swept back head of well maintained black hair the young man that couldn’t have been any older than she was possessed, Anna had almost forgotten she had bumped into him a second ago as she felt excitement build in her chest, getting to her feet before bounding over the short distance to her boyfriend, giggling happily as she tackled him into a bearhug. The drinks the bartender had gifted her with lying in the sands by their feet.
“I must’ve kept you waiting for so long! I-I didn’t bring my phone, a-and the kind lady at the bar! She-mpff!”
Silencing his girlfriend by planting his lips to hers, Anna’s initial surprised protests soon give way to gentle groans as she leans in to Simmons kiss, parting before things got too hot as they stared into each other’s eyes for a second while catching their breaths. A thin rope of saliva dangling between them. And a strange weight she could feel around her head, reaching up to pat at the headband Simmons had stealthily wrapped around her.
Despite how normal he was, the man had a thing for anime and video games, especially crazy for the rapid rise of virtual youtubers that took on a variety of alluring anime avatars for their online personas. If it weren’t for the intimate bond between them, she might’ve suspected the only reason he fell for her was because she was basically the spitting real life image of one of his most favourite v-tubers thanks to her mixed heritage offering her some oriental traits like her slant eyes and slightly yellowed skin tone. Although she didn’t find the idea of playing dress up for her boyfriend off-putting at all, considering some of the more raunchier outfits she had caught him looking at when he felt like he was alone…
“Feeling better now? God, You’re beautiful Anna…”
“Heheh…do you mean me or that anime girl you’re so crazy for? But when did you get so ripped though? You never told me you were hitting the gym!”
“Are you sure about that? I distinctly remember you fawning over them the last time I saw you!”
Hearing that made Anna reminisce about her days at college for a moment, staring blankly for a moment as brief images of running across a field playing football were replaced with scenes of struggling with life drawings and oil paintings in art class. The brief image of two young men talking with one another fizzing out in her mind, replaced with her own visage, a younger version of the woman she was now awkwardly getting to know a considerably shorter and skinnier Simmons.
He was right. How could she not know about how buff he was considering she had been the one to get him to join up with the football team? From a rookie to their star player, Anna had been by his side all the way through till graduation. The scene of her playing with her boyfriend's abs like some curious toddler during her stay over at his home last week replaying vividly in her head. Shifting her gaze away in embarrassment as she catches sight of the sun glinting off the two bottles lying in the sand.
“O-Oh right! Here you go! It’s really good! As sweet as blueberry pie and fizzy enough to get you back on your feet!”
Accepting the drink from Anna, both Simmons and his girlfriend lie back onto the sand in each other's arms, spending a quiet moment together while taking occasional swigs, an awkward silence hanging in the air once the initial excitement from their reunion died away. Eventually, the blue sky would begin to take on an orange hue, giving way to dark purple as the sun begins to set over the horizon. The crowded beach now reduced to a moderately smaller crowd as families and couples took their leave for the day.
Nudging her on the cheek that made her yelp adorably, Anna looked up to Simmons, who had tapped her lightly with his index finger. She was so engrossed with watching the sunset it seemed she hadn’t realized how much time had passed.
“W-What is it? Do you wanna head back now?”
“It’s not that dear…remember what we talked about? About what we were going to do tonight?”
A shiver runs down Anna’s spine as her boyfriend’s words trigger another rush of memories through her head, time slowing to a crawl as the last remaining bits of demonic energy lingering over Anna finishes altering the young girl, the wispy pink serpent slipping out from her tight fitting pants and circling her breasts, pumping a few extra cup sizes into the meager B-cups, her bikini top struggling to contain the globular masses as they struggled to break free, her erect nipples tenting the elastic material as the last trails of pink zipped by her eyes before vanishing altogether as time resumed its flow.
In Anna’s mind, there was little reason to panic as her breasts finished growing to an impressive D cup for they had always been that big, at least, after she had begun to masturbate feverishly to her boyfriend every night after carnal lust had begun to spark within her. With maybe a little too much kneading leading to their impressive growth spurt that never failed to grab any man’s eye. What made her alarmed though, was the sound of a knot being undone as her ill fitting bra gives way, an entire afternoon spent holding back the jiggling flesh taking its toll as her breasts came flopping free with her. Triggered by her boyfriend’s arm rubbing against them.
While she did agree to Simmons’ proposal to finally do the deed, she hadn’t expected it to start like this. The young couple glanced down at the heaving pair of breasts between them before glancing back up to meet each other's nervous gaze.
“T-Their…bigger than they look…”
“Oh shut it genius…who do you think made them that way hmm~”
After months of releasing her pent up desires by visualizing Simmons and herself in various porn vids, Anna had also gained a more erotic edge to her innocence, the hesitant side of her contemplating the idea of having sex with her boyfriend now eagerly wanting nothing more than to feel Simmon’s erect member throbbing away inside her. Giddily rising to her feet as she stole glances around her, making sure they were well enough alone before, sliding her hot shorts down her legs, giving her boyfriend a good show as she slowly made her way over to him, straddling herself like an experienced rider as her hairless pussy nudges up against the tent currently pitched under Simmons’ pants.
Now the tables were turned with Anna being the more ‘experienced’ of the two when it came to using one's body to their advantage in the art of making out with their soulmate.
“So we’re really doing this?”
“You came up with the idea…and you’ve got me all fired up~ C’mon, don’t you quit on me now~ Don’t you want this little duck all . to . your . self?”
The hot whispers down Simmons’ ears were all he needed to hear as his muscular arms wrapped around his cheeky girlfriend, enjoying her erotic giggles as her eager hands begin to undress him, letting his girthy dick slide free with a satisfying slap as the hard member slaps against Anna’s belly, sending a spasm in her innards as hearts form in her eyes, her boyfriend’s dick she only ever saw in her head being just as huge as she imagined it to be.
Neither would ever remember the their former lives nor care enough to look back at them, with Aaron now being a thing of the past as Anna bounced happily off her boyfriend’s dick, the sad overweight man no longer remaining in the happy jock that was just satisfied to finally be able to appreciate the girl of his dreams as he pumped her full of his seed not too long after they had begun making out.
By the time the sun would crest the horizon once more, the loving couple had fucked all the way back to the safety of the shade where no one would be able to find them, falling asleep in each others arms with a healthy trail of cum leaking from the satisfied lips between Anna’s aching legs. Dreaming of the happy family she envisioned between her and her future husband, whose parents were no longer concerned for their son, because why would they when he had already secured both a good paying job and a lovely girlfriend to boot? Much to the amusement of the demonic entity that had been set loose upon the world as it watched the young woman no longer remembered freeing it rise from her slumber before using her stud like a body pillow as she rolled over back to sleep.
As much as it liked to cause mayhem and twist the lives of the naive humans that came crawling to it for help, a sweet ending every once in a while wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Not like it would matter much with a second meal already prepared and waiting to be served as the contract passes hands to another unwitting soul that just so happened to be nearby, ripe for the picking…
THE END