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Sitting down at the bus stop, Walter had nothing better to do but wait for the bus. He checked his watch, realizing that he was quite early and would be waiting for a while until the bus came. To combat boredom, he pulled his phone from his pocket and booted up Wordle, thinking about how to start. He scratched his head as the game started before deciding on today's starting word.

'THIGH' was the first word he guessed, trying to get those common letters out of the way early. Without him noticing, his legs began to slim, losing all their hair as they became soft and smooth. His thighs started to gain mass, filling the bench he was on with supple fat that flowed like cooling lava over the slats. To his surprise, not a single letter in 'THIGH' was yellow or green, meaning he'd have to think up another clever start.

'BOOTY' was the next guess, his reasoning being that double-letter words were commonly used in the game, as well as getting rid of that sneaky 'Y' that showed up sometimes due to its quasi-vowel status. He lifted a bit off the bench as the mass concentrating on his hips moved upwards, flowing into his ass. Pounds of the effeminate flesh coalesced onto his rear, inflating his cheeks to the size of globes. He grinned as the 'Y' lit up green, meaning that it was indeed in the right place even if the double 'O' didn't work out.

'WAIST' was his third guess, trying to both knock out a few more common letters as well as get a few vowels out. He gasped as his sides caved inwards, forcing the air out of his lungs. He didn't even notice, continuing to breathe normally as if his breath wasn't just expelled. He twisted his new hourglass figure, trying to readjust himself to be comfortable on the bench. He watched in surprise as only the 'S' was green, the answer somehow skirting around him again by revealing only a single letter.

'CHEST' was the fourth guess, a desperate ploy to get another vowel since the 'Y' wasn't until the end of the word. He felt a stiffness in his chest as his pecs turned from muscular and toned to soft and doughy. A small moan escaped his lips as his breasts started to push themselves into his shirt, their heft growing with more and more time as they tried to rival his ass. They finally stopped after they were larger than his head. He cursed himself at the wasted guess as only the 'S' lit up, meaning he only had two more chances.

'DRESS' was his second-to-last guess, throwing caution to the wind in a Hail Mary attempt to get anything. His clothes started to stir, the baggy shirt and jeans sticking themselves together into a single long garment. His tank top refitted itself into a bra, doing a terrible job at keeping his tits inside itself as a deep valley of cleavage made itself known from the top of the dress. Everything grew skin tight around him, showing his curves off in an enticing manner. He grinned as one of the 'S's lit up yellow, meaning that it was one of those tricky double-letter words.

'PUSSY' was his final guess, a combination of knowing the word ended in an 'SY' and had another 'S' somewhere in there. A feminine gasp left his mouth as his sex inverted, his very manhood receding between his plump thighs and reforming itself into that of a woman's. Being a girl, his hair cascaded down his shoulders as his nails lengthened and painted themselves. His face rearranged itself, widening his eyes and thinning his jaw to give him a mature but alluring look. He pumped the air with his fist as 'PUSSY' lit up entirely green, meaning that it was, in fact, the answer.

The sound of a bus rounding the corner caused the new woman to pull her eyes from her phone, where she found two enormous tits attached to her chest. She jumped up in shock, feeling both her chest and rear jiggle, not stopping for almost a full 10 seconds after she did. She glanced into the bus stop's glass, seeing the bombshell MILF staring back at her. "Evening, ma'am," the driver said as he opened the door to the bus, "No need to look in the glass, I'll tell you myself you're looking great." She blushed and stepped onto the bus; after all, she still needed to get home.