[Draft] Halloween (Double TG Comm) (Patreon)

Peter and Kyle drove down the road, neither of them fully confident in what they were doing. Most of their friends were unavailable and they didn’t want to just spend it at their respective houses or the others. They wanted to spend the night out dressed up while they could. They might have been too old to go trick or treating, but that didn’t mean they could not dress up and go somewhere to spend the night. Even if they weren’t exactly invited to the place.

Neither of them were particularly big on parties, especially if they didn’t have friends or families with them to help provide some sort of conversation and something to do. Even so, the two had talked about going to it and decided to go. Thoughts about what could happen screamed in their minds, even though they heard it was an open party and people were allowed to come and go as they pleased. For all they knew this party could be a trap or lure that some criminals use to get people there and then drug them or something. It might have been a little out there, but it was still something their brands had thought about as a possibility.

The two had gone through their closets to see if they had anything they could use and found some old costumes. Kyle had found an old werewolf costume in his closet. Some of the fur had fallen off the gloves and mask, exposing the aged leather. Peter had managed to find an old wizard costume he had. He had forgone the staff, so he wouldn’t have to carry it with him where he went and thought it would be enough to just dress the part.

Soon the two of them had arrived at the place. It was a simple two-story house with all the lights on. They could faintly hear music coming from inside it. It was covered in halloween decoration like light up bats and orange lights. There were several props set up in the yard, like one of a witch, several inflatables of giant animals, zombie parts in the yard. Numerous cars were parked outside of various kind in multiple conditions.

Peter parked the car and sat there staring at the lit house, wondering what he should do now. Seeing the sheer, and that wasn’t without including the possibility of them having carpooled to get here. For all he knew there could be dozens more people in there then he thinks, and there was still people who might have walked here.

“You ready?” Peter asked, somewhat hoping he would say no.

“Not really, but is anyone ever when they first go somewhere new?” Kyle replied.

Peter shrugged but agreed with him. If they just sat out here until they felt confident they probably would be out here for the rest of the night. Which he would rather not due, because of the gas they had already burned, and the time they spent getting here. It was best to just leap out and get to it, as if it was a family vacation and he was seeing certain family members for the first time in years.

The two got out of the car and waked up to it. The closer they got the larger it looked, almost as if they were stepping toward a large haunted mansion rather than a house. The front door was open and they could see people inside talking to each other.

They stepped inside the house and looked around the place to see what it looked. There were small festive decorations scattered around the house that added to the holiday along with music filling the air. Off to the side was a large table filled with refreshments and a wide assortment of goods, from cookies, muffins, baked goods, a punch bowl with cups on the side, and more. The air felt weird and awkward as if they were about to walk into a strange foreign country rather than someone else’s home.

“How long do you want to stay here?” Kyle asked as he looked around, waiting expectantly to be called out and demanded who they were.

“Why not stay an hour and see how it goes from there, for all we know we might actually like what’s going on here,” Peter said. That way the two of them could say that they were here and they had the experience.

Kyle put his mask on and wandered through the crowd, looking around. It was uncomfortable and made his face burn but it acted almost like a shield for him in case something did happen. He wasn’t sure how much help it would actually be, especially since it was already starting to feel warm against his face, making him want to take it off before he was cooked alive while wearing it. The more he wandered and looked the more he waited for something to happen. There was just something in the back of his head and the way his stomach that made him think it was going to happen.

He wanted to get a layout for the place and make sure he knew where everything was. The kitchen and the living room he had already seen, but he wanted to know where the important rooms were like the bathroom. He found a room that had a pool table along with a foosball table. There were several deer heads on the wall, along with several other trophies and several couches and chairs. Perhaps him and Peter and could play a match later on one of them if they were open.

Peter stuck close to the wall and looked for a place to sit in the main room as he looked over the crowd of people, admiring some of the girls. Some of the girls were dressed up rather skimpy, but he didn’t let his eyes stay on them for too long, in case he got any attention. There was no way he would be able to approach them. Especially since he didn’t want to give away he had snuck in here with someone else. He didn’t know if he would meet someone here or even if it would lead anywhere, but he would see what would happen and go from there.

Peter went over to the snack table and grabbed something for him to munch on and to drink. He picked up a red solo cup and poured the punch in it.He drank the beverage and found himself relaxing as the cold punch traveled down his throat. He hummed in appreciation for the snacks and grabbed another for himself. Neither of them had much to eat or drink before they came here and didn’t think to bring any with them.

He looked over the crowd again, wondering if he might see someone again when his eyes landed on a naughty looking witch girl. She had a black wide-brim witch’s hat on her head and was wearing a dark corset that looked more like a leotard with how it covered her lower body and mushed her breasts together.  She had dark stockings that clung to her voluptuous legs and heels to match. On her lips as black lipstick and eyeshadow that added her look. She turned to walk away and he felt himself get hard at the sight of her full round backside.

He took a long sip of his drink to hide the blush he had, even though it would be meaningless with the mask he wore. Either way this was a girl he would fantasize about being with later when he was alone. At the very least if they didn’t meet anyone new while they were here, then they could say that they were able to admire the many wonderful sights around them. It was small, but it certainly meant something.

Eventually Kyle found him back by the snack table again with a drink in hand. He asked, “Hey how are you doing?”

“I’m doing alright,” Peter replied, his eyes locked on the girl, who was talking to a person next to her. With the way she was speaking to them, he had a perfect view of the side of her body, and could see how large she was in both her backside and her bosom.

Kyle turned to see where he was looking and immediately understood why Peter had trouble keeping his eyes off her. He could feel his blood rush down below as well as he sneaked one of his gloved hands into his pants pockets.

“Oh I see what has your attention so much,” Kyle remarked, staring at her too. It was hard not to with how beautiful she was. He had little doubt the girl had been turning heads left and right wherever she went tonight. She wasn’t the most skimpily clad girl, that reward went to a girl who had been wearing a fur thong and bikini top with horns. Still it would be a lie to say she wasn’t dressing sexy.

Suddenly the mask seemed a lot more comfortable then it had moments ago as the images of two of them together doing stuff came to him. Mainly perverse stuff with how exposed her ass was, and her butt looked. He wanted to walk up just so he could try and get a view of her ample bust line and burn it into memory.

The girl turned to them and looked at them with a smirk, as if she had a secret over the two of them that only she knew. The girl started walking toward them with a sway in her hips. Each stride made the ripple in her hips noticeable almost as if it was demanding their attention from them.

Kyle turned and looked over his shoulder to see if there was anyone else behind him, or beside them who she could be looking at, but didn’t see anyone. He had never seen this girl before and doubted that Peter had met her before, unless she was actually one of his students. If she was then he wasn’t quite sure how to react or what he would do. There was nothing special about them that would have gained their attention. He hadn’t taken his mask off since they arrived and he doubted Peter had talked to her while they were separated.

She stopped in front of them, and the woman suddenly looked much larger than she had moments ago. The two were heads and shoulders taller than her and yet it felt like it was the reverse now. There was something about her presence that just sent their nerves on edge as if she was about to pull a gun from somewhere.

“Can we help you?” Peter asked, trying to keep his voice level.

“So I’ve noticed that you two boys have been eying me for a while now,” the girl said. “Couldn’t resist looking my body over huh?”

The two boys froze at her words, both of them wondering how she knew it was them when she was in the middle of a conversation and not even looking at them. If they hadn’t known better then the two of them would have thought she was just trying to get a rise out of them. What stopped them was the certainty in her words and the coy look in her eyes. She knew without question that the two of them had been watching her.

Kyle was grateful for the mask he wore and how it hid his face, lest the girl sees how much his face had darkened from her truthful words. If he was honest he would have continued to stare at her curvaceous figure. He kept his mouth shut and looked at her, trying to keep pretending he was playing it cool. His eyes were immediately drawn to her exposed cleavage like her breasts had been earlier. He just couldn’t help himself with how exposed they were. It was almost as if they were calling out to him for attention, which his eyes were glad to do so.

Peter, on the other hand, sputtered and tried to think of something he could say that wouldn’t show that he had been doing exactly as she had said. He might never meet this girl again, but he didn’t want to be labeled as a pervert by her. Especially since she might say something that could leak to the rest of the party. It might not mean much, but he wouldn’t want to have the stigma of being labeled one here. There was always the off chance that one of them would be a person who he would talk to during a job interview.

“Well then if you two want to keep admiring some curves then how about I give you some for yourself to always look at. And make sure the two of you can have all the fun you want with them,” the witch smirked.

“What?” Peter questioned, as Kyle watched on, not quite sure what to make of her sentence. It was so strangely worded that he wondered if she meant something else.

Before either of the two could question her she smirked at them and waved her finger. The two thought they saw a pink mist come from her fingers and move toward the two but they blinked and suddenly it was gone. They stood there wondering if they had seen what they did, or if it was a trick of the light. When they finally found their voices they opened their mouth to speak but saw she was already walking away and disappeared into the ground.

“Well that was something,” Kyle sighed.

“Yeah,” Peter said, not sure about what to think about it.

It had been so out of place and weird that he was still wondering if that happened. It wasn’t like anything he expected to see tonight. He wondered if the girl had a little too much to drink or had some drugs running through her system. It would explain why she acted oddly and said all that stuff to them. It made him rethink his idea of drinking anything here. He looked at the cup he held in his hand and sniffed it. It didn’t small wrong, and he swore that it didn’t taste any alcohol. Still, he would rather not run the risk of taking in more possibly spiked refreshments than he already had.

Peter walked over to where he saw the trash can and tossed it inside and walked back to his friend. He stopped and blinked when he noticed something was off about his friend’s appearance. Kyle’s face looked darker than it did moments ago. Peter looked at the light to see if something was wrong with them, but the lights seemed to be working perfectly fine.

His friend always had a prominent farmer’s tan look, but now it looked darker, almost as He leaned closer to get better at his friend’s face to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. The longer he looked at his friend’s the darker his skin got. He rubbed his eyes trying to see if it would end, but to his dismay it wasn’t a trick on his eyes.

“What?” Kyle asked, a little weird out but how closely his friend suddenly was.

“Your face,” Peter said. “It’s changing.”

Kyle pulled his phone out of his pocket and went to his camera. He turned it to his selfie mode and froze as stared at his changing face as if he was watching a weird mating ritual on a show. The young man pulled off one of the gloves on his hands and flinched when he saw his hand was darker than it should have been. He rolled the sleeve of his shirt and saw the same dark skin there that was on his face.

He ran to the bathroom, praying that it wouldn’t be occupied and much to his relief he saw that it was. He stepped inside and stared at himself in the mirror. The more his skin darkened the mor light headed he felt. Stars filled his vision and he grabbed the counter with one hand and pinched himself. He breathed heavily in and out, trying to fill his lungs and fight the tiredness that plagued him. Soon his skin seemed to stop changing and his skin had become a prominent brown. Kyle turned to ask his friend for help, but stopped.when saw Peter.

A sinking feeling settled in Peter’s gut at the horrified expression on his face. His friend stepped away as if he had gained some form of sickness

“It’s not just me, but you too,” Kyle said, the words coming out quietly.

Peter tapped his face and noticed something was off about the shape of his nose. It felt smaller and his nostrils felt like they were being grabbed. He looked into the mirror and jumped back letting out a gasp at the sight of his own face changing. His own lips were starting to grow in size as his face started to soften. The small shadow of stubble on his cheeks was gone.

Suddenly Peter’s glasses felt loose and hurt his eyes. He pulled his glasses off and a pink light came off of them. He dropped them and they fell onto the floor. The two watched as the piece of eyewear became completely enshrouded by the pink light. The light seemed to reach its apex and the moment it did, the glasses vanished. Peter reached down where they were to see if they had turned invisible, but didn’t feel anything except for the hardwood floor.

The young man stared, trying to place where he had seen that light before. He knew he had seen that light somewhere before. It had been recently he was sure of that. Suddenly it came to him where he had seen it before and realized that it had come from that witch girl.

“We need to find that girl,” Peter said.

“Girl?” Kyle questioned, but then gasped as he suddenly got what his buddy meant. “Right we need to find here.”

The two left the bathroom and split up. They started looking around the house for the girl, trying to see where she could have ran off to.

Peter looked around the room he was in, looking for a witch hat. Much to his dismay he could find one among the crowd. He sighed and turned around to walk out of the room. The moment he turned around, something brushed against the back of his neck making him stop. He looked over his shoulder to see what had touched him, but couldn’t find it. He felt a growing weight on his head, that made him gulp. He ran his hand through his hair and immediately noticed that it was shaggier then it had been before.

He breathed heavily through his nose and as strands of hair entered his vision. He watched as his hair started to change color. The dark muddy brown color started to shine. A small tint of red appeared in his hair and rapidly grew longer. He gulped as if spiders were crawling down his body as it continued to grow. He wanted to grab his hair, but that would mean touching it with his hands, and he wasn’t eager to do so when it was still growing.

When it finished growing out it suddenly moved. He watched as the long strands of hair started to form and overlap, and formed into a long braid that went down his back. If he was honest he preferred when it was free behind him instead of this in terms of looks. With it like this though, it might feel like there was more weight hanging off of him, but he didn’t have to feel as much against his back. As he walked he could feel it bouncing against his back and moving from side to side. He wished he knew how to style hair right now, just so he could try and style into one that wouldn’t beat against his body as he walked.

As he walked over to the next room his body started to change some more. The room and the people around him started to look larger to him, as if they were all growing in front of his eyes. Though he doubted that was the actual case. With how his clothes were starting to loosen he was more than willing to bet he was getting smaller. He looked down at his hands and saw the sleeves of his costume were starting to look larger and cover his wrists more. When the room stopped getting larger to him he looked down at his hands and saw they were

His arms started to feel as if they were being hit by the water. He breathed and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and saw his arms started to slim down. He grabbed his biceps and squeezed them and jumped from the slight ball of muscle it had now. The feminizing young man continued to squeeze his arm, wondering how much tighter and harder they were going to get. He had never been the most fit, but now his arms had a tone that they never had before, and he honestly didn’t know how to feel.

The change stopped, making the boy dressed as a wizard heave. He looked at a window at his reflection and it looked almost as if he was a character that someone was messing with the controls on or in the process of creating. He wiggled his fingers, trying to see if they were any different from what he was used to. They didn’t feel any different, but that meant nothing considering everything else that had changed about him in such little time. It was all him, and yet at the same time it wasn’t.

He breathed out and continued his search. He was running out of time. There had to be a better way to find her.

Kyle wandered to the back porch and looked around for the woman who had to be the cause of this. He quickly swept over the crowd, but couldn’t find the woman who was the source of this transformation. There was a large crowd that made him sigh and feel uncomfortable as he got closer to the crowd, to see if she could find him. Again no matter how close she got to the crowd.

The changing boy sighed and made his way back to the house. Every second counted and couldn’t afford to waste even a second of it. Someone bumped into his side.

“Oh sorry,” the guy said and quickly moved on.

Kyle was about to reply that it was no issue when a sharp pain formed in his lower body as if he had banged them against the wall. His pelvis ached just like when he had nailed his funny bone just right. The feminizing young man gulped, and knew that this couldn’t be natural. There was no way that guy had been able to hurt him as he had. There wasn’t anything metal and this started after the guy walked away from him.

Kyle was afraid to examine his changing hips, but did so. His arms tightened against his hips and he shivered from feeling them grow out. His movements became more rigid and robotic as he squeezed on his hips, as if he was testing to make sure that they wouldn’t blow up in his face. He rubbed his hips, unable to stop himself. A pleased sigh escaped his mouth, despite the sudden freakiness of it all.

He had wide striking hips that could never belong to a young man, making him pale.God he could already imagine these hips being used by a woman to seduce a young man. Even in his baggy pants it was plain to see that he had a feminine figure that was getting more noticeable by the second. He was happy that his pants hadn’t torn themselves in half from the transformation. That would be the icing on this already crapcake.

Kyle looked around and saw a panicked expression on a person who he couldn’t quite tell if they were a man or a woman. The face shape and softness made him think so along with the long beautiful red hair. What stopped him was the width of their shoulders and how bulky their arms looked. He didn’t want to make the assumption that it was Peter,  especially if it was an emergency.

“Kyle?” the person said, and the tension in the now feminine young man’s body eased.

“Peter?” Kyle said slowly, as if he was making sure he could still say the name rather then anything else.

“Yeah it's me,” Peter gulped.

The two could see certain female aspects in each other. The most obvious to them was their height and the width of their limbs. Neither of them worked out regularly but did have their own means of staying healthy, though Peter had a noticeable gut. Even though the two of them were skinny their arms almost looked like they were twigs in comparison. It looked almost as if they hadn’t been eating enough.

The two shivered as their stomachs twisted and turned as if they were on a roller coaster and forced to ride it over again. Both of them knew they were running out of time before their bodies became women entirely. And neither of them knew if their minds would follow right after, and it was something neither of them wanted to experience.

“We got to find her fast,” Kyle hissed quietly. “We’re running out of time.”

“Right,” Peter said. “You look on the right side of the house, and I’ll look on the left and the back.”

“Sure,” Kyle said and quickly ran away, his eyes daring around the place to find the witch. He had had to force himself to slow down so that he could look for her. He was tempted to do one quick fast sweep around the room and move on to the next but worried if he did so, he might miss her. Every witch hat in the room would make him pause and look at the wearer intently. Every person that didn’t fit the one he had seen made him more despondent and more frustrated.

Every moment that she wasn’t found was a moment longer this transformation was going on.

He didn’t know what would happen if they didn’t stop this fast enough. Would they be able to change back or would it be permanent?

Kyle went back into the game room he had been earlier and looked for her desperately, hoping he would find her in there. People had come in earlier when they wanted some alone time or a place with a little fewer people. Some of the people in here were snogging together and he couldn’t help but blush.

All of the groups in here made him uncomfortable. He wanted to ask for help, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask the people. The words were stuck in his mouth as if it had been taped shut. Especially if they asked why he was looking for them. There was nothing

He started to feel hot underneath his mask and raised his mask as sweat started to pour down his face. It trailed down his brow and the bridge of his nose. He rubbed his face and groaned at how wet it was. He could breathe better and filled his lungs with fresh air. As much as he liked the costume it had its issues like with the mask and how well he could breathe in it.

Suddenly the mask on top of his head started to feel off. The leather on top of it started to harden and recede. He froze and stood  there numbly, too afraid to pull it off. The young man stood still as it continued to change, afraid to acknowledge what would happen if he pulled it off now. When it was finished changing, he slowly pulled it off of his head and was surprised to see a leopard styled headband with animal ears on top of his head. He stared at the headband, not sure what he should do.

The young man wanted to toss it away, as if it was some sort of vile garbage he had found on the ground, but he couldn’t. Insead he slowly placed it back on his head, and adjusted it so it fit perfectly on his head. He tried to pull it off, but it felt off as if he was trying to perform some strange gesture. The weight of the new headband like a large dunce cap was on his head.

As he walked around he felt his short hair start to tickle the back of his neck. Kyle forced himself to look over his shoulder and watched as black hair spiraled down her black like a wave. It continued down past his shoulder blades. He flinched with every time it brushed his back. The weight on his head grew larger as it finally started to slow its growth. It finished growing when it reached down to his mid-back. He grabbed his long black hair and couldn’t help but be disgusted by it, despite how much softer it gelt. He had never grown his hair out so long in his life. The longest it had ever gotten was that it covered the upper half of his ears.

His face started to feel as if more sweat was pouring down his face. He gulped and knew that what was about to happen next couldn’t be natural and the next step in the transformation process. Suddenly it all went numb and he wanted nothing more then to close his eyes.

“Oww,” he cried as his cheeks ached as if they were roughly pulling on his cheeks. He gulped and placed his hands against his cheeks. His fingers went numb as he could feel the bones in his face shifting. His cheekbones rising higher and his chin rounding out. He gagged and breathed in and out trying to calm his speeding mind.

It soon stopped, but he couldn’t remove his hands from where they were. Instead, he slowly traced them, trying to gain a better understanding of his new features. His face rounder and his cheeks softer, though not with fat. The small stubble from shaving that he had was gone. There was no way that this was the face of a young man.

A small prick came from his lips as if they had just been pinched. He touched his lips and felt a plumpness that wasn’t there a short few hours ago. His nose twitched and he closed one of his eyes as watched as it get smaller. He whimpered as he saw it get more pointed and rose just a wee bit higher. His brow started to hurt and he winced as it suddenly felt like someone was pulling at them, making him wince. He ran his hand over his eyebrows and could feel the hair there get smaller. Every time a small prick he could feel his eyebrows get thinner. When it finally stopped it did nothing to calm him down.

Despite knowing better he looked at nearby mirror and jumped when he saw a stranger’s face staring at him. Looking back at him was the face of a beautiful African American woman that looked like she belonged on a playboy cover. Her thick lips would be perfect to imagine wrapped around something and sucking it off. He quickly turned away and tried to force away the image of his new face out of his mind and continue his hunt. If she had her way then she would never again have to see it every again, especially in place of her own.

A sudden warmth came over him and his lower body immediately started to heat. The young man blinked and stealthily reached down to look. There was nothing that could have gotten this sort of reaction out of him. He hadn’t paid any of the girls around him, even a moment’s thought with all the strange stuff that was happening to him.

The feminine young man gulpoed and shuffled his legs. He wasn’t a fool and was smart enough to put clues together. He pressed his legs together and he shivered as if he was stroking his lower member. He gulped again and tried to breathe in and out to keep himself steady.

“N-No,” Kyle whispered as his erection grew larger. He saw it tent the front of his attire and gulped.

He shimmied in place as if he was begging given a blow job from a beautiful woman.

“Ahh,” the young man gasped at feeling his manhood enter his body

The bottom half of his clothes started to change. The long ripped pants that he wore tightened around his lower body, making him gulp as he mentally braced himself for the next change. It suddenly started to ride up his body, making him shiver as the fabric changed. The holes that were on his pants started to mend as if they were being patched. As it rose higher, the top half merged with his shirt, making him jump. He pulled at the fabric and it stretched farther then the pants would have. It became the same soft material that her top had become. The young man shivered as it ran his plush thighs until it reached just under the curves of his butt.

The moment it finished wrapping around his lower body it started to change. It grew brighter in certain parts as small splotches of yellow it appeared, while it darkened in others as if it was being painted over. The yellowness grew in prominence and started going overwhere to match his while the dark spots got even darker and rounded out. It had become the lower half of her new leopard outfit.

He spasmed and reached down below. He could feel the remains of his balls there and winced from the sensitivity. It was as if he was recovering after being punched down below. Those rose against his shapely thighs and he shivered. He wanted to grab them and hold them, as if it would somehow stop them from entering his frame, but that wouldn’t do anything to stop them.

One of his balls entered his boy and he gasped and shivered as his body. As a heat built up within him that was all but dominating the young woman to be mind. Her fingers curled and she leaned on the wall for support. Her breathing came out haphazardly as her legs shook like tree branches in the wind.

The other ball entered his frame and she gasped louder, thankfully no one noticed the erotic moans that left her mouth.

When her mind came down from its plateau she breathed heavily and looked down. A heavy frown crossed her face at the flat mound where there should have been something there. A part of her wanted to reach down and feel what her new lower lips but she stopped herself. It would be the first time that she touched one, and the fact it was her’s made her all the more hesitant about touching it.

Kyle knew that her mission had failed and all that remained of who she was, was the size of her chest and her buttocks. Something that wouldn’t remain with how much time there was left. It was too late to try and stop this before it reached that point. Considering they still had no clue where she was, it was only a matter of when it would happen rather than if. The biggest question that she had was how big they were going to get before it was over. And with the way that her hips were along with her thighs there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to be on the bigger side of the spectrum.

It was no longer a good possibility to just wander around and look for them. If she was going to get anywhere then she had to do something that she hadn’t wanted to do. She was going to have to go out and talk to people. The way none of the people had reacted to her transformation she knew that none of them could see it. She didn't want to go up to anyone, especially in those outfit but she was running out of options. If she didn't find her soon she was going to be a full sexy girl with no hope of changing back. She wasn't sure which was worse getting turned into a girl or talking to people who might be eyeing her up like she was a piece of meat.

The new young woman breathed in and out, and braced herself for what she had to do. There was still a chance that she could revert back to her original body. Even if she had to get down on her hands and knees or something embarrassing to change back she would. Especially if it meant that her mind might be messed with and turned into some slutty parody of what it used to be. She looked in the crowd ar the people who were on the side and not rewlly involved with anyone. If she was going to talk to someone for information, then she wasnt going to do it with a crowd. She doubted that she would be able to get a syllable out, let alone a sentence.

Kyle froze as her chest felt as if someone was touching them, but didn't see anyone in front or behind her. She looked down at her chest and gulped as she stared at it. After a moment she saw her nipples were growing larger, as if they were getting irritated. She breathed harder and knew what was coming.

The young woman watched as chest pushed out and quickly formed into small egg sized lumps.She grabbed her chest and whimpered as she felt a growing weight from them. She pushed down on her chest in a feeble attempt to try and stop their growth, The girl moaned as a forighen sensation shot through her spine that made her body quiver. They grew too large for her hands to hide escaped between the gaps of her fingers. Their growth started to slow and soon tt\hey finished growing when she was left with an enticing DD-cup that stood out like full apples.

Kyle stared at her new breasts and wasn’t sure what to think of them. A part of her mind wanted to reach and start squeezing them since she had never been given the opportunity to know a woman’s body like this. She had fantasized about being able to grab a girl’s in a makeout session, but she had never imagined that the breasts she lusted after would be her own.

Now all that had to happen before the changes were done was her butt growing out, but that was a change. Though the more she looked at her chest the more she doubted that would remain the case. With the set of tits that she now had she had little doubt she would be just as curvy as below. Though she hoped that wouldn’t be the case. This was bad enough and she didn’t want to be a sex symbol, or draw any more attention then she already had.

Her butt started to grow out as it felt like someone was gently massaging it as her her already plush thighs started to swell even more from how much mass was being added on to his lower body. She held her pants and gulped as she felt it start growing out and grabbed the back of her pants. She looked over her shoulder and watched as it pushed. She pressed down on it, and whimpered as more pleasure shot through he spine. Her butt started to hurt with how much it continued to push against her pants and pressed down on her aching crotch, that only served to fuel her horny desires more. She pleaded for a rip or something to form so that it would release some of the pressure inside.

The dark skinned girl groaned at how much her ass and thighs were pushing against the confines of her pants. She couldn’t imagine what it would have been like to try and force these pants on with an ass and hips like this. Maybe even the thighs since they were so thick and meaty now and her pants pressing down on them. She hoped that her pants were going to change soon, or else she would need to find a pair of scissors and cut these pants off, before she lost the blood circulation in her legs.

Much to her relief and dismay her pants legs started to rise up against her leg and she whimpered as she watched them do so. She wasn’t sure what she could do, or even what.

Her pants merged with the bottom of her shirt and quickly became one article of clothing. The same pattern that appeared on her top spread to the remains of her shirt. Suddenly the pressure on her pants started to cease as the fabric on her bottom softened. It almost would have been comfortable if not for how much it showed of her phat ass. Something formed right above her butt and grew out, almost as if it was playdoh coming out of a hole on a toy. Resting above her butt was a long tail in the same pattern of her leotard.

Kyle breathed in and out as she stared at her new full behind in horrified awe. Her mouth was open and her heartbeat against her chest as if it was about to burst out of her chest. With these new curves now fully in, there wasn’t anything left of her old masculinity. She walked around and felt her butt bounce against the fabric, arousing her and tickling her.  The swing of her wide hips and her impossible bubble-butt making for an extremely strange and foreign experience that she couldn’t quite compare. At least she didn’t have to worry about the tail attached to her arousing her further.

The only thing she could think of doing now was trying to find Peter and go from there. Maybe the two of them would be able to figure out there next move. She just hoped that she would be able to find him if he was even a guy at this point. If her transformation was any indication, then her friend would probably be unrecognizable by this point.

Peter wasn’t sure where else he should start looking for the women. As far as he knew he had looked everywhere to try and find her. Right now he even would have taken a hint, anything that might lead him to her no matter how embarrassing it might be.

A sudden pain formed between his legs as if he had just been socked in the crotch bu someone wearing an iron gauntlet.The young man groaned and instinctively held his balls only to hiss and pull hiss hand away, feeling as if he had grabbed them far too roughly. His legs shuddered and even against his own skin as if it was being pulled.

The young man could feel his scrotum getting smaller, against his thigh. It was almost as if he was materbating to some fantastical image or video that he had found online. A part of him wanted to try and figure out how to stop this, but the pleasure that he was feeling from it was overwhelming him. His balls were bouncing against his body from his pleasure induced moments.

“Ahh!” Peter cried as the tip of his masculinity retreated inside of him, forming a new hole that was moist and eager to be filled.

The feeling grew and there was nothing that he could as he felt his balls rub against his body. The remains of his masculinity feeling hyper sensitive and eager for action. Even the small brushes against his feminine thighs was enough to make him feel like he was stroking his manhood.

One of his balls reached the hole and slowly started to push themselves inward, making the young man feel as if he had released his jizz into his pants. It was as if someone had shoved their finger and were slowly going in and out, teasing him more. The perverted, lustful, and hungry part of him wanted it to come faster and do it himself. The other ball reached the hold and she spasmed letting out a moan that she wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it, or react to it. It slowly moved in, as if it was trying to draw out the transformation that was happening to her. Her jaw dropped as her head shook.

The young man patted between her legs and gulped. She almost felt like crying at losing what had made her a man. A well of mixed emotions formed in her stomach and confused her. She would miss her masculinity. Hopefully she would be able to fix this if they found that girl again and then everything would be back to normal. Though if her luck was anything to go by then it would take a while. She hoped Kyle was having better luck then her in this regard.

Peter breathed in and out. She couldn’t panic right now. If she did then it would just make her search harder. Despite everything that had happened she needed to maintain a level head. Even if she had lost her manhood it didn’t mean the situation was unsalvageable. So long as they found that woman then they could change back and fix this.

The former young man looked around, trying to find any hint of the women. The more she looked, the more her heart fell. It shouldn’t have taken this long to find any sign of her. The house wasn’t the largest she had been to and certainly wasn’t the biggest. The number of people here made it harder then it should have been.

The young woman’s clothes started to change. The wizard robes she had started to shrink as if someone had devised some sort of shrinking powder or something. The sleeves got smaller and crawled up his arms, making her shiver. The bottom of her robes did the same and watches as they exposed her jeans. Soon it reached the pointed that it was now little more than a t-shirt, and yet it still continued to get smaller. Her new smooth flat stomach was exposed and she wrapped her arms around it in a feeble attempt to hide it. Even then it continued to get smaller and the new woman was worried how much more it would get before it finally stopped. It stopped right below her pecs, eliciting a sigh of relief. At the very least she didn’t have to worry about suddenly going topless.

She shivered as she felt the fabric over her nipples harden and form into a cold medal. The rest of her top continued to get smaller. Small thin little straps that hooked into small rings on the top that kept in place. She studied the new changing links that kept it in place, her breathing growing more erratic. It was mystifying as it was horrifying to see the changes happen.

When it was finished changing, the young woman stared at her new top in horror.

One strong tug would seemingly be all it took to make it come undone, and expose her breasts to the world.

The young woman gulped as she cupped her new top. She never thought that she would be wearing a bikini top, and having it on herself only made things worse. What added to her horror was that she knew this top and it had been part of an outfit she had admired for years, ever since she had entered her teenage years. The only question was if she would get the corresponding lower half that went with it.

Faint rippings sounds filled the room that made her pale. She looked over her body trying to find the source and saw a small cut on the side of her pants. The blue jeans she wore started to rip down the sides as if someone was stretching them apart. The tear continued to get higher, making her shiver as more of the cool air brushed against her body. The remains of the front and back of her pants legs merged together as if they were getting sewed together. The remains of her pants around her waist started to change. The uppermost portions felt like they were hardening, as the part below the beltline became softer. The woman gulped trying to think of what they were becoming.

She jumped when the pants legs thinend down and the sides of her new legs were completely exposed. She could feel them brush against the front and tickle the sides. The new woman stood there, still as a statue, afraid that they would all come down if she moved the wrong way.

The uppermost portions of the remains of her pants gained the same metallic look on the front and back of them that made her shiver at how cold it was.

The color of her pants changed, the blue jeans that he wore darkened as a small purplish tint appeared in the fabric, which softened as they change. The young man gulped and reached down. It was soft, almost like silk.

The moment it finished changing color it started changing again. The pockets in the pants first looked like they were sewn shut and then melted together as if a new piece of fabric had been placed over it. The lines on his pants, the loops for a belt to slip through, and the studs all of the stuff that make them unique were disappearing.

Her pants legs climbed up her body making her spasm as if a cold front had suddenly came over her. The young woman wanted to lean down and grab the bottom of pants legs, but that might mean showing off more than she wanted to. Instead she stood still as a figurine. The pants legs moved closer together, and the moment they touched they stuck together. A small batch of frayed fabric formed there that made her uncomfortable. The frayed fabric disappeared after a moment, as if it had been patched over. It continued up her body until there was nothing left of the separation between her legs. The other side of her pants started to refine and get smaller as if someone was cutting the excess fabric off and then patching it to match the inner side. A small golden trim appeared on the outer edge of it, giving it a more regal look.

She was left in a skimpy little loincloth that did almost nothing to keep her lower body hidden. The onlyonoy thing it did keep was her privates from being seen, and she wasn’t sure it was a success or notnoth. She was sure that she was one strong breeze or wrong move away from showing everyone her new secret garden. The thought alone filled her with shame and embarrassment and she wasn’t sure how or what she should do.

Peter couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and tried to think of how she could cover herself, but knew it would be a futile attempt no matter what she tried. With how loose and revealing the outfit it was, it would be easy for her to unintentionally show off the good to everyone around her. The fact her front and butt was only concealed by the clothing equivalent of draps was a sure fire thing that would arouse many people. She knew what it was, it had been a outfit for her fancy for years, even as a teenager. In her heart she would admit that she had found it appealing when she saw Carrie Fisher in it or anyone else, but now that she was the one wearing it, she wanted nothing more to crawl into a sleeping bag and hide there.

“Peter?” A feminine voice questioned slowly.

Peter froze and slowly turned to see the person Kyle had turned into. Her friend had turned into a african american woman with long black hair that went down past her back. She was pretty with plump lips that looked perfect for sucking on cock. She was dressed in a slutty leopard looking outfit that pushed her breasts together and exposed her middle section. Her flat smooth stomach was completely exposed and the center of her bust was as well. It was held together by the fabric wrapped around her ears. There was a pair of animal ears on her head that she almost didn’t see. There was also a long tail attached to the bottom of it that was several inches away from the ground.

The two looked each other over, as if they were trying to find the differences between the two of them and their figures. It was clear to the two, that while Peter was the larger of the two when it came to breast size, Kyle was larger when it came to butt size. Though that didn’t mean that the other didn’t have considerable parts. Kyle’s breasts, while not as large, were still enticing and large, but weren’t as eye catching like Peter’s. And Petra’s new ass was a delightful heart that would certainly get attention since it stood out like a large while, while Kyle’s might as well have been a blimp. Neither of them could deny that despite the whole situation if they didn’t they would have found the other hot.

Peter couldn’t help but stare at Kyle’s new bum, and watched the way it bounced and ripped. The former brunette had no doubt that people were going to love watching her go to places. Heck if she were still a guy and didn’t know any better she certainly would have been attracted to it. She never would have talked to her, but she certainly would have been able to appreciate the views she was given. Her friend's ass looked like it would have belonged perfectly in a view of the rap videos she had seen over the years.

The two of them felt a call from the crowd as if they were meant to go there. Neither of the two were big party people and weren’t eager to throw themselves into the crowd now. Even so the crowds looked more appealing the longer they stared at them. They ciuld feel some sort of pull towards them as if there were sirens in the crowd that egeed them on to go and join in.

Neither of them liked the looks they were getting from the boys or the girls. The boys looked at them as if they were pieces of meat to be picked up, like prizes. Some of the girls looked at them as if they were some sort of prey or criminals that had snuck into the party. Other members of the girls didn’t and ogled them just as openly as the boys. If they had received that look from girls when they were men they wouldn’t know how to respond to it. On one hand it would be the most attention they had ever gotten from girls. Now having such attention it felt as if it had been poisoned or meant to be a dagger.

Seeing the looks they were getting made it easier for them to stay out of the crowd instead of getting pulled into it. Neither of them had been particular for crowds before and the looks they were getting only made it easier for them to stay out of them. They hadn’t had to deal with such looks in all their years. It made them want to change back as soon as possible.

As they resisted the pull from the crowd, they kept looking at the crowd trying to find her. Neither of them could see the girl, and the two of them didn’t dare to try and step inside it, lest their minds be warped entirely just like their bodies had been. The two desperately recalled their original lives trying to reinforce their will, but it was hard and getting harder the longer they were here. It was almost as if they were on the outskirts of a whirlpool and if they pulled in, they would be unable to get away and drown in their new identities.

“Hey there girls,” a guy said suavely.

As one the girls stopped and turned to the speaker, knowing that it was them he was referring to. The two turned and saw it was a pair of guys looking at them with charming smiles that made them think Satan had arrived and split himself in two.

The one on the left was a tall skinny man wearing a Han Solo based outfit, minus the blaster. His friend next to him was dressed as a hunter. He was larger looking then his friend and wore a a vest over his jacket.

“How are you doing this fine night?”

“We….We’re doing okay,” Peter said. “How about you?”

The two wanted to move their legs more than anything so they could move away and continue to look around, but couldn’t. The two simply stood there, unable to move their body of their own will as if they were dolls to be played with at other's leisure. The former boys gulped as they turned to look at them again and suddenly the two looked much larger than they did moments ago.

“We’re doing fine, but it looks like its taken a step for the better now that we’ve met you to,” the hunter said, making the two blush.

The dark haired man moved forward toward Kyle who shivered at his approach. He placed his strong arms on both sides of her head, making her keep her head straight at his face. Even though she could still see his strong masculine arms in the corner of her eyes. They looked far larger than her own skinny arms had ever been.

“Oh hey,” Kyle gulped, feeling her throat go dry and her lower lips heat up at how close he was as she forced a smile on her face. Her smile came easier the more she looked at his body and could see the muscle he had on him. She could feel what she desperately wanted to be a phone sticking against her thick thighs, but despite how badly she wished it to be a phone or something. She knew better. Her mind was filled with images of what it had to be and her mouth dried considerably. She needed a drink badly. Something to deal with how parched she was and something to go down her throat.

The blonde grabbed the chain around Peter’s neck, and pulled her close. Peter was forced to step forward or else she would have fallen over from the force of his pull. Peter blushed from her current position. Her breasts pressed against her body and she bit her lip to hold back the erotic moan that wanted to come out of her mouth. She gulped at how close her face was to his. The top of her nose, almost touching his cheek. She could plainly see every little freckle on his face and could feel hit hot break brushing against her nose. She warmed up even further at how close they were and the idea of fingering herself right there and then in front of everyone was starting to look tempting. Although she would be lying she didn’t say that the idea of getting stuffed with other also was starting to look appealing, just so it would put this burning between her legs to rest.

She snuck a look at Kyle who seemed to be in the same bind as she was. She could see that her friend's nipples were hard enough they were actually poking through her costume like small points. She was a little grateful that she didn’t have to worry about her nipples being seen with how her top was made. Though she would have liked having the same security Kyle did when it came to her lower body. She was just one strong breeze from having her lower body exposed for all to see.

The man in front of her moved and planted a hungry kiss on her lips that made her stand straight and her eyes bulge out of their sockets. Kyle stood there unsure of how to respond. She had her first kiss thankfully before this situation happened, but this was still far from ideal for her. The need for air became too much for her, and she pulled back and gasped for air. Her eyes widened as their tongues fought for dominance. The kiss she had had been nothing like this. It had been soft, gentle, embracing and it certainly didn’t have any tongue fighting like this. This one was rough, dominating, and filled with lust unlike the other.

Peter's eyes widened at the sudden kiss and wasn’t sure how to respond either. She stood motionless, wondering if everything that was happening to her now was actually, or if she was stuck in some sort of dream or nightmare. The worst part of this was that she couldn’t say that she wasn’t hating this. A part of her wanted to pull away, but another part of her mind burned to push harder against him and return the lust he exhibited.

The two men broke away from the former boys who burned brightly and their crotches ached for attention. The two of them squirmed in their man’s grasps, positively shaking in arousal and terror.

They pulled them in again for another makeout session, earning surprised squeals from the pair as they were moved closer. The lust was too much for them to resist and this time the two new women gave into their lust. They grinded against the men, not sure what else they should do.

Peter pressed herself harder again, her arm wrapping around his waist. Her mind was honed on the way her breasts felt against his hard chest. She squirmed and the feelings blossomed as if he was personally cupping her chest and pressing down on her repeatedly. After a moment she realized what she was doing and moved her arm, but even so couldn’t bring herself to get out of his grasp.

Kyle couldn’t help but sloppily return the kiss as best she could. Her hand partially moving down below and playing with her new equipment, the back of her hand unwittingly massaging his crotch. She burned at the attention she was giving herself and he moaned.

The dark skinned girl blushed at what she had done, but couldn’t bring herself to move her hand away. His hand pushed her hand aside and started massaging her crotch, earning a loud moan from her.

“Sorry, but gotten a little to eager,” the hunter said. “My name is Jacob. Could you tell me your’s.’

“Keisha,” Kyle said, and then inwardly frowned.

She hadnt meant to say that at all, but she couldn't help but say what her name was. The moment it left her lips it stuck in her mind, she tried to call herself by her original name, but Keisha came to the forefront as if shoved his original name to the side and said it was.

The redhead looked at her friend as if she had just said some random gibberish. Why would she call herself by that name? She noticed where her friend's hand was paled.

“I’m Petra,” the new redhead answered and just like Kyle grimaced at what came out. She tried to think of herself by a different name as well but just like her friend the name was replaced. Her face burned and she gulped down the bile and rage that formed within her. The name spurned her and made her want to scream in frustration. At least Kyle’s name wasn't so similar to his original one that the new name didn't seem like an insult. She was willing to bet that the witch had chosen it for her personally.

“Nice to meet a pretty girl like you Petra, my name is Levi,” the Han Solo cosplayer said with a eager smile that would have made girls melt.

“Is there something that we can help you with?” The redhead asked.

“We were wondering if we could get to know the two of you better, if that isn’t a problem?

“No it isn't?” Kyle said, not sure what to think, his words coming out more like a question then an answer. The manner that had been ingrained to him by his parents for years came of their own will.

“Well then how about we get to know each other, talk for a bit?” The hunter said.

The two boys gulped, wondering how they would react when they learned the two were interested in actually a pair of guys. The two tried to say something again to turn the two away, but it didn’t come out. The words just couldn’t come out. It was as if they were trying to say something bad like in a chat and forum and the words were instantly blocked.

“Well then if it isn’t any trouble perhaps we could go somewhere more private,” Jacob said.

The two former boys quickly got the idea of what they meant and gulped. They didn't need to be geniuses to know what they meant by getting to know eachother better, especially with the way that they were eyeing them up like a prime rib dinner. They tried to open their mouths to say no, but they couldn’t. Instead another set of words formed on their lips that neither of the two could make out.

“We would like that,” Keisha said and immediately frowned inside.

They quickly followed the pair outside, and they looked back at the house, hoping that someone would call out to the pair, and prevent them from going with the two.

One of the boys acted as Petra’s guide to show them where they were. The two would rather ride together and be with each other then be separated like this.

As he drove, he kept one of his hands on her plush thighs, as if she was a good luck charm. He would rub it and then pat it gently, making her body stay at the normal level of horniess and lust that it had been ever since they first met. The young woman wanted to move it away, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The only saving grace, as bad as it was that she could only imagine that the same must be happening to her friend right now.

Sooner thanthen the two former boys expected and hopped they arrived at the pair’s home.

“After you ladies.”

“Thanks.,” The wordsthenwords came out ofoutnof their own will, somethingsomethi g that their parentsoarents had ingrained in them over the years.

Despite the whole situation a part of them was thrilled about what was about to happen. A part that they were sure was created by the witch wa excited, hungry.

They walked inside the house, the men wrapping their arms around their waists. They shivered as their hands went lower and played with their rears.

Petra could feel the back of the loincloth that hid the crack of her rear get moved to the side as as he slipped his hand between her cheeks.

The woman feared he would slip his fingers inside and there and how her body would react to the change. The hole between her bottom cheeks was eager for the attention and jolt that it would

The two girls snuck one last look at each other, sending a silent message between them for help. Despite that, neither of the two could move or do anything to help each other, let alone themselves. It was as if they were trapped on a conveyorconveyer belt with the two boys being guards taking them to their respective cells.

The new black girls toes curled in their heels. They stopped in front of a room and then she felt cold as if she had been thrown in a freezer, and her blood replaced with liquid nitrogen.

Keisha quickly looked around the room, taking it all in. It looked like any ordinary room with posters and pictures on the wall. A night stand with a lamp on it and a closet. To her however it looked more like a tortue chamber. Images of what would happen quickly formed in her minds’ eyes and her face immediately darkened. A warmth formed between her legs that made her gulp. Her eyes landed on the bed and gulped as if it was a large iron maiden.

Keisha got pushed down on her bed, her ass pointed up the air. They could see the seem of the costume and the stretched-out fabric.

“God I love this ass,” the hunter said as he continued to massage her rear.

The former boy moaned like a bitch in heat as he continued to play with it. She panted the more he played with her rear and could feel his fingers move closer to crotch. Her hands was just on the edges of it, and yet it made her body burn as if it was. She clenched her bottom cheeks tighter and was acutely aware of the distinct ripple that came from it. She could feel a build up in her core as the heat continued to just get worse for her. How much more was the build up within her going to get until it finally released. What would happen to her when it did.

A loud moan left her mouth and the buildbuilld up suddenlysuddenlly disappeared. A dripping sensation came from between her legs and darkened the crotch area of her costume. It only took a moment for her to realize what it was and blush profusely.

“God we haven’t even gotten to the main part and you're already dripping. Is this your first time?” He asked.

The new young woman gulped and looked at him, bitingbitting her lip the whole time. She didn’t trust her voice right now and halfhald expected she would tell him to hurry up or something. All she could do was look at him with the dark blush on his face. After a moment she nodded her head, makingmakin him blink.

For a moment he stopped and blinked. Then his smile returned as he leaned over, and she shivered as she could feel his hot breath against her ear. Her heart skipped a beat and her body warmed as her mind flooded with more lewd images and thoughts. Was he going to nibble on her ear as he took the next step. Her body warmed further despite the desire not for it to get worse.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle and make sure to make this special,” he whispered in her ear husily. He reached around and grabbed one of her breasts making her inhale sharply.

The woman gulped and braced herself for what was about to happen. There was nothing that she could do to stop what was about to happen.

He gently kissed her cheek and despite all expectations he slowed down. He continued to paw at her body but it was no longer that of a horny animal.

Petra desperatelydesperatly wanted to call out to Keisha and see if she was ok, but nothing came out of her mouth.

The moment Petraer saw the empty room her stomach twisted and turned as if she was on a roller coaster and all of her food was coming back up. She wanted to throw up, but she couldn'tcouldnt. Her new crotch warmed in eager anticipationanticpation, and only served to make the woman more nervous. She shimmied in place and breathed heavily, acutely aware of the rise and fall of her chest. She could feel the bead of sweat that went down her bust. It was as if her sensessenes had been ramped up to eleven and noticed everythingeveything. Every little itch on her body felt like it was a strong urge that she could no longer ignore. Her hair felt like spiders crawling on her body.

She was moved onto the bed and could feel him massage her ass. She mewled and shivered, her hands open and closed of their own will. It was pleasing, and made her hot, but it wasn’t as pleasing to her as when her breasts had been pressed against his body.

The young woman was so focused on the way that her ass was being played with that she never noticed his other arm reach up and cusp one of her breasts. The redhead moaned erotically from the feeling of her bust being played with.He gently moved it up and down as if it wasis was a lever. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth.

“Thought you preferredprefrred havinghaveing this played with. Well don'tdont worry, I'llIll make sure that you enjoy this as much as possible,” her new lover said.

Petra couldn'tcouldnt bring herself to say anything as he continuedcomti ued to fondle her body in ways that she imagined doing as a man. Her body flared up and reacted from the groping in ways that she had never felt as a man. It overwhelmed her mind and prevented her from reacting. It was as if there was a massive block on her mind.

She squealed as she could feel his fingers move under her loincloth and tease her new garden. Her jaw dropped and tensed as if it had been locked in place. A heavy moan left it moments later.

“I think that is enough foreplay and we get right to the real fun,” he said.

Petra couldn’t bring herself to say anything and with her blank mind and open mouth it only made it easier for him to have his way with her. He kissed her again on the lips and easily moved her tongue.

The pleasure she felt made her reciprocate his actions, her body demanding more as she unwittingly gyrated her hips in lustful glee. The expression on her face demanding more.

The night passed in a blur for the two women, but despite that they were able to recall every little bitbot of how their body’s felt as they felt more alive thanthen ever before. If either of them when they had went along with their fucking neither of the new girls would be able to give a proper answer.

Petra wokewome up the next morning, her crotch aching painfully. What immediately stood out to her was how sticky she felt and the weight on her chest. All of the events that happened the night before came rushing forward. She groaned and looked down at her naked body. The costume that she had worn during the night had been thrown off to the side. She looked over to her side and saw that it was Levi who was hugging her as if she prt of the blanket.

The young woman crawled out of bed, not sure what else to do. She needed something to drink.

She looked for something that she could wear so she would just be flashing everyone

The only stuff that she could find were his clothes. She slipped on the pants and the harem top from last night. It would be enough to help her keep her decent at least.

She stepped outside of the room and saw Keisha on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate in her hand. Just like her, her hair was a mess, and had a wet shine, all that she wore was a pair of tight boxers that covered her lower body. It would have been an enticing sight, but after all that she had been through it was the furthest thing on her mind.

“How are you holding up,” Petra asked, already feeling like she knew the answer,

“Uhh,” Keisha groaned. Her crotch aching and her breasts and butt still feeling they were being gropped and played with. Her bottom hole still burned as if it wanted another round, even though she wasn't ready at all.

Petra winced, she should have expected a response like that considering what the bhoth of them had just went through. She could easily recall the thrill that her body had as he pumped her full of everything that he had.

“Morning,” Jacob said as he got up.

The new african girl blushed at the sight of him as her face burned as another wave of arousal came over her. Her mind went over the events of last night in exquisite detail. She clenched her cheeks as the memory of him spanking her hard and making them clap.

“Well that was a wonderful night wouldn’t you all agree?” Levi said.

“Oh yes it most certainly was,” Jacob agreed without any hesitation.

The other girls could only agree. It wasn’t a great night for them with the transformation and all but it was certainly a thing. It was easily the most sexually stimulating night that the two of them ever had. It wasn’t how either of them thought that they would lose their virginity, but they would be lying if they said that a part of them didn’t enjoy it. A primal sex hungry part that wanted to be filled. Even right now they could hear it in their heads and prevented them from voicing their displeasure about what happened the night before.

“Well we better get going,” Petra said, desperately wanting to get out of here. There were so many things that they had to check on and do. Did they still have any ID?

“Well before the two of you go, would you like to borrow some of our clothes. On Halloween you can get away with wearing those kind of outfits, but now…” Jacob trailed off.

The two girls stopped and looked down at the outfits that they had put on. The two girls couldn’t deny that he had a point. If the two of them had to get out somewhere earlier and or stop for whatever reason and they were seen like this it was no doung to earn them some much unwanted attention.

“I’m sure we can find something in my room,” Jacob said, Keisha following him.

Keisha followed him, a little worried about what he might pull out for him to wear. She watched him pull out a old T-shirt with a faded image on it that would drape over her body. He dug through through another drawer and pulled out a pair of workout shorts.

“It might not be alot, but hopefully it could help.”

“Thanks,” Keisha said gratefully as she took the shorts and slipped them on over the costume.

As she thought the shirt draped over her body. It didn’t hug her boobs enough to show how large anr round they truly were, but the noticeable shelf she had now, was more than enough to garner some attention, especially with how it shoed off some of her cleavage.

Petra blushed at still being able to see just how much of the black girl’s ass was on display in those shorts.

“I’m sure that you would like to head back to your place in more then a harem outfit,” Levi said, making the new woman blush. “I would offer to take you back to your place, but we got work in a little bit.”

“Its not a problem,” Petra said.

“Yeah don’t worry about it,” Keisha said.

In all honesty the two of them were more than happy that they couldn’t. Right now the two of them needed as much space as possible after everything that had happened last night. If the two of them were around they very much doubted that they would be able to think straight about anything. Not to mention that if the two of them decided to go for another round in the bedroom they weren’t quite sure that they would be able to resist.

The two groups exchanged each other’s number, much to the girl’s dismay.

Right after they did, the two new women quickly rushed to their car and got in. They didn’t care anyone that might see them.

The two didn’t say anything as they headed back, unable to think of anything about what they could say to each other after the insanity of what happened last night. When they had thought about what might happen on their halloween night, that wasn’t how either of them thought it would go. They had hoped that they might meet someone that was interested in them, but hooking up with a pair of guys wasn’t what they had in mind at all. Getting turned into girls, even less so.

When their apartment finally came in sight the two rushed inside as if the two of them were being chased by a pair of hyenas. Keisha slammed the door shut behind her and locked it. The black girl ran her hand down her face and through her hair, groaning as she did. A heavy frown rossed her face as she saw her attire. A look of disgust came over her, as if she had stepped in something particularly foul.

“Good god, I can’t believe what happened,” Keisha said as she striopped out of the costume and tossed them to the side of the room.

She tossed the leopard costume to the side of the room as if it was some old piece of clothing that started to get holes in it. She didn’t care that she was in the buff and everything was on display. It was better than wearing any of it.

Petra blushed at the sight of her current state of dress, more put of embarrassment. It was a sight that would have fueled sexually stimulating. It had been something that had horrified her when that discovery hit her, but there was nothing that she could do. The whole time he had pounded her, she had craved his dick and imagined what it would be like to have her other holes filled.

A buzz went through the room that made the two girls still as if they found out they weren’t alone in the room. For a moment they wondered what it was, before it went off again and the two knew without a doubt that it was their cells. The two wanted to ignore them and focus on their newest problem, but the two had the urge to look at their phones grew.

It was as if they were expecting a call around this time for an interview and if they missed it then they would make a bad. The two stared at their phones not quite sure what to make of them. The girls wanted to just say there were solicitors trying to sell them something, but there was a part of them that said they should make sure. They slowly grabbed their phones and gasped when they saw who it was.

The two stared at the numbers and saw that it was the men they had sex with last night. As one they gulped and their hands moved. They had to physically stop themselves from pressing down on the button to answer a call. The urge to do so grew and the gulped as they did. They shook as if a cold front had suddenly entered the room and made things worse.

“Hello,” Keisha said slowly, fearfully.

“Hey Keisha happy to hear from you,” Jacob said. “You made it back alright?”

“”Yeah the two of us made it home alright,” Keisha said, her heart pounding in her chest. This felt like a conversation that was going to get worse the longer it went. She wanted to cut the conversation now, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so.

“That’s good, listen we were wondering if you would be down to talk later and possibly meet up,”

“Why did you say that?” Petra asked sharply.

“I couldn’t help it!” Keisha countered. “It just came out! I felt like I was all gooey and mush and the idea was just…”

Petra wanted to refute and berate her, but the words stuck in her mouth when she thought about spending more time with Levi. The same warmth that she had for him appeared between her legs and her heart skipped a beat.

“Oh christ,” Petra groaned.

Keisha noticed something was off about the photo and stepped closer.  It was a picture of them and some friends when they had went on a vacation. She remembered the picture looking a little different and didn’t recognize two of the figures in it. The closer she got the more dread filled her stomach as the two new figures inside it were looking more painstakingly familiar.

“What?” Petra asked, wondering what could throw her off balance more then she already was.

Keisha turned the photo to the redhead, who gasped at what she saw. It was a picture of them and their friends, except them in it were with their new bodies. It caused a rush of memories to come forward. They could easily recall the original version, but they could just as easily see the new version, as if they were films with the edited and non edited version side by side.

“What the fuck,” Keisha said, and Petra could only agree with it.

The two ran off in opposite directions, both of them thinking the same thing. If this photo was here then were the rest of their stuff like that. They looked for anything related to their previous lives from photos, ID’s, and more. They dived through their closets and pulled out their old years books and looked for themselves, only to find pictures of the new them in place. All of the information related to the two of them had been changed in accordance to their new bodies and who they are now.

“This is a fucking mess,” Keisha remarked, earning a nod from Petra.

“Do you still have your old interests and likes?” Keisha asked. “What if they are any different from what we usually like to?”

Now that she brought it up the two of them, weren’t quite sure what to think or react to that possible news. They pondered over their likes and what had garnered their attention ever since they were children. Much to their relief they still enjoyed the thought of it just as much as they did before the changes.

“Well the fact we enjoy it is one thing, but what about when we’re actually doing it? The fact that we have both sets of memories in our head doesn’t mean much.”

The redhead frowned. As much as she wanted to say the fact that they still liked it was enough, it didn’t hurt to be extra sure. If the world had changed for the new them to exist then who knows what else might have changed about them.

Keisha went over to where she kept her game system and started it up. She went over to the latest one that she had been playing lately. After getting through the opening she went straight to the game play and focused on what was happening. When the first battle came to end a smile crosssed her face as she conti ued to play.

Petra stared at the new naked thicc black girl as she played her game with a content smile on her face. It was a sight that many would have killed and filled plenty of fantasies of being with if they knew her likes. A part of her wanted to cry about it since the sight had lost a majority of its appeals.

“Well seems like our likes are still the same,” Petra sighed.

The rest of the day continued without much issue. Most of their time was spent seeing getting used to their new bodies.

Much to their horror, most of their clothes was more on the revealing and attractive side that would show of their new bodies. Most of the pants emphasized Keisha’s new delicious rear end and some even had wording on them, like Juicy, or Wideload. The new woman immediately decided to hide those away, instead of throwing them away like she wants.

The reverse was true for Petra whose new ensemble of shirts would have showed more of her cleavage then she would have liked. She had some more formal looking clothes like blouses and such, but they were only a few and it wouldn’t be good to wear those all the time.

The young redhead had put on a white sleeveless shirt with a low dip the cleavage, to show some of her bust and a comfortable loose pair of running shorts, it was different from her usual wear, though with the body she now had it was much preferred.

Keisha had settled for a white top and a pair of black yoga pants that hugged her rear and showed off her lower body. The white shirt that she had on covered her breasts, but the sheer size of them still allowed anyone to see just how big she was. The pants worked in the same manner, showing off the roundness of her behind with ease and would have drawn many eyes in a more public setting.

Neither of the two had decided to put on any undergarments. As strange as it was for their new body to be as sensitive as it was, they couldn’t bring themselves to wear any, even if it might give them some much needed support. With the size of their breasts they quickly learned why wearing bras became a necessity instead of a freedom.

Petra’s phone went off and the redhead pulled it out, not thinking of who it might be with everything else on her mind, the young woman picked it up and looked at who it was. She stilled when she saw who it was. Again her body acted on its own and pressed the call button. She inwardly winced and looked at Keisha who gulped and realized that she wasn’t going to like what was happening from the way she acted. She put it on speaker, allowing Levi’s voice to be heard by Keisha as well.

“Hello,” Petra said as if the person on the other end of the phone was a serial killer.

“Hey its me Levi from last night,” Levi said, making the two freeze and pay rapt attention to the phone. “How are you two doing?”

“We’re doing alright, is there something that we could help you with?” Petra asked as Kiesha looked at her with wide eyes. The black girl crossing her arms and quickly moving them up and down as if to say no, shaking her head the whole time. It was a little amusing seeing her panic like that and giggled, earning a flat look from her friend.

“That's great to hear, the reason I'm calling is because me and Jacob wondered if you two would like to hang out again tonight?” Levi sent. “Perhaps go out to dinner later then head back to our place. We know a nice italian joint.”

The two didn't need to be geniuses to know what this call really was. It was a booty call in all but name. That was the only reason they could think of that they would make such a call. They didn’t feel like going a second round when they had other things on their mind, like trying to figure out how to change back and figuring out what else might have changed.

Before either could refute they felt a sting as if the two of them had been shocked. They felt a cramping sensation in the back if their necks, like someone was pinching down on it roughly. They winced and lurched forward as they tried to fight it. The both tried to grab it and ease the pain, but there was nothing there.

“Yes,” the redhead said, the words slipping out of heer mouth from the pain she was in. “We would love to.”

“Great how about we pick you up at your place then? That way you could save up on gas.”

“Whatever would work for you two better,” Petra said unwillingly.

“We’ll pick you up then. I have to admit I’m more than a little curious to see where you two live.”

“Well you’ll find out for yourself, I’ll send you the address where we live,” Petra said, the words spilling out of their own accord.

“Great can't wait, see you then beautiful,” Levi said.

The call ended and right after, Petra put in their address and sent it to him. The feeling on their necks still there. It made them shimmy at place and reach around and try to alleviate it. There was nothing that they could do. They rubbed the spot, where they had, despite knowing that it wuldn’t work. The moment the address was sent the feeling on their necks ceased and they could breathe easier.

Keisha looked up, her expression an annoyed scowl that would have made many pause. She breathed in and out, but it didn’t get better

“Fuck!” Keisha cursed.

Petra wiped her brow, feeling the same as she had. She wanted to hit or break something. That pain on the back of their necks had formed had been like a pinch that got worse until they obeyed.

The two of them tried to relax before their big date. It would be the first time that Petra had gone on a date, and while Keish had some dating experience, it had been years since her last outing. No matter what they did, their date would come back to them like a tumor. It would come to the forefront of what they were doing and ruin their good mood.

Once it was getting closer to their scheduled meeting, the two of them started getting ready against their will. The two girls' bodies moved of their own will and looked for what they should wear. They rummaged through their closet. Both of them wanted to put on something that wouldn’t be too bad on their bodies. The clothes that they immediately wanted to wear, but they tossed it aside as it was deemed too shabby or not appealing enough for their date, especially at a nice restaurant. When they found what they wanted to wear, the two of them set it aside for later, and to their horror it was a pair of dresses that would leave little of their bodies hidden.

Once they were finished getting ready, they put on the clothes that they so desperately didn’t want to put on.

Petra stared at the pretty dress that she had been forced to put by her new compulsions. It was a nice red dress that went down to her knees.There was a low dip in the cleavage that exposed a little more of her breasts then she would have liked.

Keisha wore a short black dress that went down to her upper thighs. The top of the dress lovingly propped up her bust and put them on display.  There was little about her figure that would be hidden. She was grateful that it went far enough over her butt at least that she didn’t have to worry about any fashion disasters happening.

“Good god,” Keisha said as she pulled on the clothes dress that she wore..

“How do girls walk in these damn things?” the black girl muttered as she continued to try and walk in them with some issues. “You think that after everything else that changed about it we wouldn’t have any more problems, but nope we still have problems walking.”

The redhead didn’t answer and looked back down at her dress, comparing it to her friends. Unlike Keisha’s her didn’t hug her body anywhere near as tightly and just draped against her body. She was happy that she didn’t look like sex on legs like her friend did.

Soon the two of them arrived and the girls went outside to greet them. They saw them come down the street and waited with bated breath as if they were seeing a parole officer come down the street. They parked and stepped out of the car. The two men were dressed up nicely in fine  dress clothes that made the girls blush. The pair strutted overt to the pair and the girls clenched their toes at their approach.

“Wow you two look great,” Levi said,earning a blush from the pair.

“Thanks,” Petra answered.

“You look absolutely ravishing Keisha,” Jacob commented.

“Oh thanks,” Keisha replied with a forced smile. “Figured might as well look my best.”

“Well I can easily say that you are giving it your A-game,” Jacob commented, making her blushing.

“Well we better hurry if we want to make it to the restaurant on time,”

They all hopped into the same car, the girls sitting in the back. The girls only answered when responded to, their minds completely elsewhere. They gulped and readied themselves for whatever might happen.

The restaurant was nice, with fine wood and elegant chandeliers that screamed fine dining. It made the girls glad that they had dressed up, even if they were practically on display. The waitress sat their group down in a booth, thankfully out of sight of everyone else in the restaurant. The two girls sat next to each, sitting cross from the man that had their way with them the night before.

Most of the stuff that was brought up was small conversation, like family, what you do. It was stuff that put the girls at ease for the moment. The girls could tell that the boys something else on their minds, but were waiting for the opportune moment to drop it on them. The girls were sure that they weren’t going to like it.

When their food arrived, the two woman gleefully enjoyed their meal, eating them and focusing on them. It was nice that they weren’t going to be the ones paying for all of this.

“So since we seemed to hit things off really well last night, we wondered if you would be down to make things more official and become an item,” Jacob said.

“That sounds lovely,” Petra said.

“I wouldn’t mind being an item with you stud,” Keisha said involuntarily.

“Great,” Jacob said.

Inwardly the two women squealed as if they had just had another surprising fucking right here on the table.

“How about we celebrate our new relationships back at our place,” Jacob said as he took Keisha’s hand. “I’m sure that we could think of ways to enjoy ourselves.”

And there was another fear to the two girls when their bodies automatically went yes. Their crotches burned in anticipation for the night to come, knowing that they would like it far more then they should.

“I needed a change of scenery,” Keisha remarked. “How you holding up?”

“I’ve been better and wondering how I’m still able to walk at times with all the sex that we’ve had.”

“Amen to that,” Keisha sighed. “I find it a miracle that I can sit anywhere without my ass stinging from how much he had spanked and groped me.”

“Rell ass man huh?” Petra remarked.

“Girl you have no idea,” Keisha replied. “Damn hard to believe that its been a few months.”

Petra could only nod in agreement with her. There was nothing else that she could say or do to dispute her. After all, she was thinking the same thing.

It had been strange to say the least, so much so that they were still waiting for the point that they would wake up and there lives would go back to the way it was. Even though they had been pounded into so much that it was a fools idea to think that it would be coming. If it was a dream then they would have woken up from it all.

It seemed like almost every other day they would have sex with them an yet it never got old.

It was hot, pleasing, and happened far more often then either of the two thought when they finally managed to get with someone. There was a part of them that enjoyed it everytime and it seemed to grow every time. Thankfully they hadn’t become lustful sex hounds, but they still couldn’t bring themselves to stop.

The two of them were walking out of the mall. It had been good to just look through their old haunts and stores that they liked looking for something. They had bought a few things to help keep them distracted and have some fun. Some new games, movies, and other stuff that had caught their eye. It reminded them of when they were normal guys and trying to make ends meet and just have fun.

The two stopped when they passed a Victoria’s secret. The ligniere that they had on display along wit the garter belts and stockings on one of the mannequins seemingly called out to them.  The idea of other nice sexy undergarments that they might find in there group, especially of how their boyfriends might go wild.

“God damn it,” Keisha muttered and shimmied in place, as if she was trying to look innocent after hiding a secret. Thoughts of what she might look lin a variety of outfits came forward, some more appealing then others. It only made her imagine what she might hear from Jacob if she had seen them in some of the outfits that she had in mind. The words sounding deliciously sweet to her and thrilling her even more then she already was.

Petra groaned and could feel the same development form in her. The moment it struck her it had been like a gasoline hit on a fire and it blew up like one of those Michale Bay movies. The more she tried to resist the changes the stronger they grew, and she could tell that Keisha felt the same way.

The two went inside the lingerie store, much to their dismay. They sighed as they looked around, wondering if or what they could get. The two hoped that if they gave reasons why it didn’t work then that might turn off some of the desires that they had felt and allow them to continue without any issue.

Unfortunately it didn’t work. The images that came were just as strong as when they first appear if not stronger.

The two hated how much control they had lost over their lives ever since the changes and how much had changed. Before this they wouldn't’ have been stuck in this damn store trying all of this. They would have avoided it unless they were together with a special girl. Their new routines and outfits certainly didn’t help.

It was made worse by the fact that their boyfriends clearly cared bout them and weren’t malicious. It was strange, when they weren’t getting all different kinds of fucked from them they could relax and admit that they did take some joy in their contact. They played games, watched movies, and more. Though the two wished that they didn’t get as plowed, they couldn’t voice anything about it, because of the damn compulsions on them.

They weren’t sure if they were actually falling for them and were admittedly a little terrified at the thought. Even if they weren’t the main cause, they had been the cause of the compulsions getting worse growing. Especially with how centered on them they were.

No matter the case, the two of them were going to have to come to terms with their new lives and how things have been going for them. With no search for a cure or a witch in sight, they were sadly stuck in these bodies and with these new urges. They were just going to keep having to make do like they had always done. No matter how much it made them want to gag at times or how hot and fuzzy they made them.

Petra stared at the small little stick waiting for the results to show themselves. She wasn’t sure what to hope for or how to react if either happened. She and Keisha had been feeling off for a while now. Their stomachs would feel like they were twisting and turning as if they were on a boat that was stuck in a whirlpool, lightheadedness, strange cravings and others.

The two of them had snagged doctor appointments, Keisha’s being before her’s. When the girl had came out of her first appointment, Petra had asked the black girl about how it went and what the doctor had said, but she didn’t answer. It was almost like she was ghosting her, but with how tired and nervous she looked she was that she had a lot on her mind and was still trying to process it. Whatever it was it had gotten her spooked and worried about herself since they had similar problems.

When it had came to her turn for the doctor’s she had gone in expecting all sorts of terrible diseases or problems. She had jumped when her name had been called and felt like she was towards a gallows to be executed. The moment she was in the office describing everything to the man, the woman listened. When she was finished she gave her a quick check up, saying that physically in those regards she was fine. The doctor had proposed a theory for her that she wasn’t sure she would be able to handle if it was the correct one. Hearing it from her, made her realize what had made her friend go quiet and unable to answer.

It had led to her going quiet and getting some pregnancy tests for herself before she went back home. She had put it off for a little while longer, in case those theories were true. She wasn’t sure what she should do, or how she should react to it. It was out of nowhere and yet not at the same time, like a logical answer that one didn’t want to be the correct one when you were trying to prove a point.

She checked the time on her phone and breathed out when she saw that the answer should reveal itself right now. She hesitantly looked down at it, as if it was some animal that would bite her the moment it did. The moment she did, the first thing that she noticed was a plus sign on it that made her feel as if the world was spinning around her. She wasn’t sure how to take the news. She wanted to believe in him, but considering how this all had started she couldn’t help but have her doubts.

The redhead stepped out of the bathroom, still holding the pregnancy test in her hand as if it was a live grenade. She ran her hand down her face, trying to make sense of it all.

“Are you alright babe?” Levi asked as he turned the corner in there apartment, making her jump. “You’ve been out of it all day.”

The young woman couldn’t bring herself to answer, still lost in the possibilities of what might happen now if he learned the truth. Her heart pounded, and her mind scrambled trying to think of what to say. Anything that she might have said could have been the wrong thing in her eyes and she didn’t want to make that mistake.

“What’s that you got there?” Levi asked and stepped closer. He gently took it out of her hand before she could resist.

His eyes widened when he saw what it was, even more when he saw the results on it.

“You’rre pregnant,” he stated.

“Well I’m going to be a father,” Levi said, as he pulled Petra close, who blushed at such close proximity.

“Well guess that makes two of us,” Jacob said as he did the same for Keisha.

Petra was surprised, but not as surprised as she should have been. With how those two had been going about it as much as them, she was bound to get knocked up as well. The only question was when as well.

“So this might not be the ideal situation and all, but would you marry me, Petra,” Levi asked.

The young woman couldn’t say anything. She had been worried about how he would react to the news. He nodded her head, happy that he would be willing to stay with her and raise their child. It was a big relief that she would have him around. Levi smiled and took her hand in his hand, and she squeezed them in return.

“Looks like someone decided to join me on the bandwagon,” Jacob commented. “Found out from Keisha that she was pregnant.”

“Are you still sure that you want to do this?” Keisha asked, voicing the question that was on Petra’s mind as well.

“We wouldn’t be saying it if we didn’t mean it,” Jacob said.

“So want to go out to dinner?” Levi said. “After stuff like this, let’s let someone else handle the cooking. Besides we have a lot of calls to make.”

“True, what are you guys thinking?”

“Italian sound good?” Jacob shrugged, getting nods from the others.

Epilogue

Petra sighed as she lounged in her chair, with Keisha next to her. The two of them watched their children play with each other. It was good to have multiple kids when they were at this stage in their lives. They could tire eachother out while all they did was watch and make sure that their roughhousing or arguing didn’t go too far.

This wasn’t the life that either of them would have chosen for themselves, but it did have its moments. The fun that they had for trips, the moment when their children shown off their achievements and told them that they loved them. It all warmed their heart and made them happy as if they were going to burst into joy despite this life being essentially thrown on them without any change to choose what might happen next.

The two of them had come to genuinely care and love their husbands, and loved their children as well. It had taken some time to adapt and get used to all the changes that happened and their new status as lovers. Once they did, they had an easier time getting used to everything else and figuring out how to go about doing what they pleased.

The moment that their babies had come into the world, they loved them without question. They could already feel some link between them and wanted nothing more then to protect their children from anything in the world that might hurt them, no matter how big or small it was. It had only gotten strong as their babies grew and got older.

Those had been some sleepless nights when they first came into the world and had to adapt to that. Thankfully they didn’t have to go through it alone and their husbands were there to help them out. It would have been a nightmare if they had to.

As they had more little angels came into the world. They had discussed what they should do and thought it might be best to just stay at home and take care of them, at least until they were a little older. Then they could consider going back to working when they were all under a routine and didn’t have to watch all of them.

Besides with the money they had made at their respective jobs they could comfortably support all of them. The two of them had adapted to being stay at home parents quickly. It was a nice reprieve that let them do what they pleased when they were the only ones there. As much as a part of them would like to go out and get some work, they couldn’t deny that it was a little fun and relaxing to do what they pleased or needed when they were the only ones there.

It might have been an awful trick that the witch had played on them, but they had managed to turn it around and make it a wonderful treat.