Published: Jun 3, 2024
My one-hundred and twenty-third caption, commissioned by @Punkarisu. Features an ancient fertility figurine and a devious trio of popular girls.
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Pablo’s experience in college so far was rather… disappointing. He had high hopes that going to his State University would help him escape the social stigma of being a bit of an unathletic nerd, only really interested in video games and little else. Unfortunately, it hadn’t dawned on him that those same people who had gone to high school with him, especially the underachievers who hadn’t gotten into one of the bigger schools far away, would also likely be going to the very same college. It didn’t take long for those who didn’t like him to tell many lies about him, especially the “Beauty Queens” who had spread rumors of him being a “creep” and a “pervert” long before he arrived in college. Even though they were quite ditzy, they knew how to mess with people.
Things came to a head for Pablo one day in his Art History lecture, where their instructor, Professor Kverko, had brought in a rare item to show the class. It was one of those old stone Ancient Mediterranean “Fertility Figurines”, depicting a seated female, but lacking any real features other than arms, thick thighs, and a pair of breasts. He had honestly grown quite interested in art, especially older, ancient pieces as the course went on. Initially, he had only taken it as one of his credits, but the more he looked into art history, the more he found it fascinating. His interest in the class could only be ruined by one of the girls he had previously known in high school, a vapid, horrid girl called Carla. She also happened to be the most popular girl back then, “rebuilding” her posse in the Girl’s dorm on the other side of campus. She didn’t take the course seriously at all, only interested in asking stupid questions, painting her nails, and texting away on her phone. She seemed to find the ancient item “amusing”, and after the class she swiped it off the Professor’s desk, likely so she could show it off to her friends and poke fun at a piece of history. He noticed this, having learned to be very weary of her in high school, and followed her, confronting her as she walked back towards the dining halls. He decided he wasn’t going to let her abuse the figure.
“Come on, Carla. Put it back.” He spoke out, gaining her attention in the middle of the empty hallway. “That’s a valuable piece of history, not some toy for you and your friends to play with.”
“Aw, don’t be like that, Mr. Creep.” She mocked, holding the figure up to her face as she made a dumb expression. “I know you’re into games, anime and stupid pervy things like this, after all.~”
“That wasn’t true in high school, and it isn’t true now!” He shot back, raising his voice enough to put some shock into her face. “Now put it back before I report this to the Professor!”
“Hmph, you’re, like, no fun at all!” She pouted, looking back to the statue. “Maybe if you had a big pair ‘o’ breasts like this thingy here, you’d see girls like me and my friends are fun to be around…”
As she finished speaking, a brief sense of vertigo overtook Pablo, causing him to nearly double over into the hallway floor. A cold sweat formed all over his body, and a deep pit formed in his stomach as a sudden pressure began building up on his chest. Before he had any chance to process the feelings, his hoodie and shirt burst open, revealing two, huge breasts that had appeared. Pablo’s blood ran cold, unable to process what had just happened as Carla looked at him with confused, but curious eyes. All Pablo could think to do was to get back up and run away from her. He made it to a bathroom in the corner of the building that was seldom used, running up to one of the mirrors to get a better look at what had happened to his body. The two breasts were indeed real, having ripped apart his favorite blue and white hoodie and the shirt beneath it. He slowly placed his hands against one of the large mounds of flesh, giving it the smallest squeeze. That had been enough to shoot an incredible amount of pleasure directly into his brain, causing his mouth to hang open as he grabbed both, beginning to massage them. It was incredible, he had never experienced such an amazing sensation before. In fact, he was so focused on his massive, new breasts that he failed to hear the bathroom door opening, followed by multiple footsteps.
“Oh, like, O.M.G! You weren’t kiddin’, Carla!” Pablo heard another familiar voice say out loud, snapping him out of his trance. He turned to see Carla flanked by two of her friends, Sofia and Bella.
“He really is a big perv, isn’t he? Look how much he enjoys grabbing a big pair of boobies!” Sofia mocked, grabbing her own, smaller pair for emphasis. “He’s even drooling like a dog!”
“What the hell have you done to me?! And why all of you here in the men’s bathroom?!” Pablo demanded to know, backing away from the intimidating trio of very beautiful girls.
“We wanted to… test something.” Carla said with a devious glint in her eye, holding up the fertility figure in her hand. “You need a nice big butt to match those perky girls on your chest.”
As if on cue, that same sense of vertigo overtook Pablo once again, along with those cold sweats. Leaning against a sink, he was shocked by the sensation of his pants suddenly getting tighter. He breathed deeply, pressure building around his backside and cock as his glutes expanded. Suddenly, there was a loud popping noise as a new, massive ass tore apart his pants and underwear. An immense sense of embarrassment overtook him as air brushed against his engorged cheeks, not helped by the laughter coming from one of the girls, who had watched the whole thing transpire.
“Wow, he’s, like, under some kind of spell or something!” Bella pointed out, a blush clearly seen on her face. She seemed to be enjoying the sight of him. “Is that dumb statue thing why?”
“I dunno, I guess.” Carla said with another smirk, walking towards Pablo. “This is giving me a few… ideas. Hey Mr. Creep, guess what? You’re about to become our little, busty plaything.”
“P-Please don’t.” He pleaded, bordering on begging at this point. “Please, just put me back to normal. I promise not to tell the Professor or anyone about this. I promise, please…”
“Ha! Fat chance! This is way too funny not to take advantage of!” Sofia rejected, getting the other two to smile mischievously. “Let me try, Carla! Gimmie that stupid perv statue!”
Sofia snatched the statue out of Carla’s hands, immediately stating how nice it would be if Pablo “had nice, black bob cut, with a bright pink neon underdye and a red bowtie headband”. Like before, a similar feeling engulfed Pablo’s body as his medium-length brown hair grew out, tickling his cheeks and the back of his neck. A bright, almost blinding neon pink overtook much of his peripheral vision. Finally, a slight sense of pressure could be felt on his head, as a large headband appeared out of nowhere, complete with a big red bowtie on it. He tried to pull it off, to no luck.
“That’s so fuckin’ cool! I can’t believe magic is real!” Sofia squealed, looking as if she was a kid receiving a new doll for Christmas. “Ooh, think of all the fun stuff we could do to him!”
“I’ve got a few ideas of my own.” Bella said, plucking the figure from her hands. “How about he gets some nice, purple eyes, a cute, girly face, makeup, and a black choker to finish it all off?”
Once again, waves of vertigo overtook Pablo as he felt his face shifting and changing. He turned to face one of the bathroom mirrors, watching with equal parts horror and amazement as his boyish charm faded away. His jar rounded off, his nose shrunk, and his lips became slightly puffier as his brown eyes changed to an ethereal shade of purple. Then the choker formed around his neck.
“You, like, almost can’t recognize who he used to be anymore.” Bella remarked, handing the figure back to Carla before walking over to Pablo, running a hand through his new black hair. Pablo was so scared and confused at this point that he couldn’t even move, fully aware that he was now trapped and, indeed, the girls’ new personal plaything. He knew what must have been coming next.
“I think that’s enough testing. Let’s take this to the next level, girls.” Carla smirked as Pablo shivered, completely frozen in fear. “Should we make him one of us? Make a new friend?”
“Ooh, that sounds like fun! Then we can go shopping, grab a bite to eat, and strut our stuff around town tonight!” Sofia gushed, looking back to Pablo with a sadistic smile. “Let’s do it!”
“Alright, in that case, he should get some perfect, light skin, girly arms, girly shoulders, and some nice thick grabbable thighs.” She began listing off as Pablo felt that familiar feeling grow stronger, especially in his stomach and limbs. “Some nice long legs with matching, pretty feet, a perfect, narrow waist, a cute girly voice, and finally… a moist, virgin vagina, and a mind just like ours.”
The final changes rushed over Pablo’s form as his whole body changed. Bones could be felt shifting and moving around as his anatomy began fully adapting to his soon-to-be female form, arms and legs slimmed while his hands and feet became dainty and his thighs became lush and thick, ripping apart what was left of his pants. Finally, his penis shot back up into him, remodeling itself into a virgin vagina, just like Carla had specified. Then, an odd, heavy fog began to form in his mind, taking him out of control as a new, bimbo personality made itself known to the trio.
“Like, what’s UP?” The new girl, “Penny”, greeted with outstretched arms and a smile, running towards the trio and giving all of them a hug. “We goin’ shopping soon? I totally need new threads!”