call a friend and show him the video (Patreon)

You open the cryptic video on your favorite streaming app, the one that just appeared without a title or channel. It’s grainy footage of the parking garage you use every workday—same concrete pillars, same flickering lights, same spot where you usually leave your car. A figure in the shadows steps into frame for half a second, then the screen glitches and a soft, feminine voice whispers, “Come see.” You laugh it off, show it to your two coworkers who share the same building and the same dull shifts. The three of you crowd around the phone on the break-room table.

The moment the video finishes, heat blooms low in your gut. Your chest tightens, then swells. Soft flesh pushes outward against your work shirt, nipples hardening into sensitive points as two full, heavy breasts form and settle into a perfect, perky shape that fills a black crop top that somehow appears on you. Your hips widen with a deep, aching stretch; your ass rounds and plumps, firm and high, straining the tiny patterned boy-shorts that replace your pants. Your face softens—jawline melting, lips plumping, eyes widening under longer lashes—while your hair lengthens into smooth brown waves that brush your shoulders. You stare down at yourself, voice cracking into a higher register as you mutter, “What the fuck… these feel so… full…” Your hands cup the new weight on your chest; every brush of fabric against the sensitive skin sends sparks straight between your legs, which are now smooth, long, and bare.

Beside you the same changes hit your friends. Their bodies reshape in the same way—crop tops, colorful cartoon underwear, soft curves, long hair—until the three of you stand there as a matching set of hot college girls, minds already fogging. Thoughts of work, bills, and tomorrow’s shifts dissolve into a warm, giggly haze. All you can think about is how good your new bodies feel, how soft everything is, how much you suddenly want to touch and be touched. One of you—maybe you—giggles and says, “We look so fucking hot,” and the others just nod, eyes glassy, already leaning into each other.

Your phone buzzes. Sarah’s name lights up. You answer on speaker, voice high and breathy. She asks if you want to go out tomorrow. You (and the other two girls clustered around you) answer in overlapping, ditzy tones: “Yeah of course, as long as you let me touch your hot body!” The words tumble out with a cascade of giggles. Your free hand is already sliding over the new curve of your own ass, feeling how plump and soft it is, while the other girls press close, all three of you flushed and eager, minds too foggy for anything except the next chance to show off and get handled.