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Despite being transformed only a couple of hours earlier, Billie Eilish was still shocked with everything that had happened to her. In short order she had been robbed of her body’s shape and transformed. Now here she lay, unable to do much of anything.

Given her status as not only a famous performer but a lesbian one at that, she had learnt to deal with her fair share of weird fans. Most were nice, though some were just aggravating, such as the ones wanting to date her.

A decently equal amount of men and women wanted to be with her, so she learned to deal with them the same way. She’d say no and get her security team to deal with them if they wouldn’t stop bothering her. As such, she knew exactly how to deal with one fan she met today.

She was around her age and also a lesbian. It was very obvious that she was a fan of hers, given that she was decked out in her merch. Instinctively, she knew what this fan was going to ask. She had answered the question of “Can I date you?” many a time.

So Billie gave her her standard response. She watched as the fan took that in, trying to accept her rejection. Pausing for a moment, she began to walk away from her. As she did, she heard the fan scream out, “I’ll make sure that nobody else gets you!”

Turning back, she caught a glimpse of the crazy fan pointing a wand at her before suddenly blacking out. When she awoke, she found herself unable to move and staring up at a ceiling. Looking down at her chest she saw her boobs, now ginormous.

Thinking on it, that was all that she could see and feel from her body. To the right of her she saw a mouse, meaning that she was probably now on some sort of desk. Given the newfound size of her breasts and what was around her, Billie was able to figure out what happened.

That crazy fan transformed her into one of those boob mousepads! Just the thought of that made her angry, someone like her reduced to little more than a wrist cushion! As she was taking this all in, she heard a voice off in the distance. It was the fan!

She watched as she walked into her room and sat down at her desk. Without a word towards her, she lifted her mouse up and dropped it on her face, followed by her wrist. From there, Billie acted as her mousepad for the day.

A couple hours later, the fan decided that she had enough of the internet for the day. Removing her wrist from her mousepad, she gave her a few pats before talking to her for the first time in hours. “Just so y’know, this is permanent by the way. Hopefully you last longer than my last mousepad.”

The thought of that freaked Billie out to no end. It couldn’t be permanent, could it? Well, it was. She’d learn that over the coming months, all while her boobs helped give support to the woman who damned her to this.

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