By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

When four college students uncover a strange board game called Broad Game, they decide to give it a whirl. After all, there’s a storm and the power is out, and it’s too rainy to leave the campus. But they soon discover that the players in this game are doomed to be transformed depending on what cards and scenarios they draw. And those transformations are going to be very feminine, and very lusty . . .

Prologue Here

Previous Part Here

Part 5: Back on Campus

Everything had changed, seemingly, except for their names. Alex was still Alex, Jesse was still Jesse, Charlie was still Charlie, and Sameen was still Sameen. Of course, the fact that their names could all be interpreted as female, or at the very least gender neutral, didn’t provide much consolation to the four. As it was, their IDs - including their student IDs - had all changed to reflect their new appearances. Their phones contained entirely new galleries as well. Sameen had numerous bikini photoshoots and an entire Instagram page with numerous followers, while Charlie had entire videos displaying her performances at numerous events, including a rather bit of salacious footage where she danced right up to a man who was reclined in a seat, and her contortions managed to fall short of an actual lap dance only by matter of interpretation. Alex didn’t even have a smartphone anymore, much to her consternation. Instead, she had a decades-old brick that could just about manage calls and little else. It annoyed the shit out of her, and yet at the same time the notion of having a smartphone just seemed all wrong . . . man. 

And that left Jesse. As the pregnant woman waddled across the campus green, numerous students and even faculty members glancing her way with intrigue, she could only huff and puff and try not to melt her own brain down. Her photo had numerous images of her slowly expanding belly, her posing with it, her painting a room for the nursery. The only saving grace was that, apparently, she was a single mom.

***

Jesse was immediately reminded of her state as she headed to class, driven forth by her compulsions and the knowledge that she couldn’t cheat the system without even more punishments.

“At least I don’t have a fucking babydaddy,” she grunted, heaving her heavier, weaker form across campus.

“Yo! Looks like Jesse is still around fellas!” bellowed a voice, and with her skin crawling the footballer-turned-pregnant MILF turned her head to see her old football buddies walking past, led by Scott, the douchiest of them all.

“How can you even stand, Jesse? But at least that baby’s not gonna go hungry, am I right, fellas? Yeah, I’m right! Check out them momma titties, woo!”

“Hey, fuck you!” she yelled, chasing after them, but they just burst into laughter. She was out of breath only moments later, having barely run at all. Her baby was doing somersaults in her over-stuffed womb, and her boobs were sore not just from their produce, but also from the heavy bouncing such movements had produced.

“This is so fucked,” she groaned, pushing her tight curls behind her shoulder and turning around. “I can feel them staring at my ass now.”

But who wouldn’t stare at the mature-age student? She had her classes on sociology and child studies to come, and yet she was a fascinating example of both subjects in her own way.

“Not even my fucking subjects,” she muttered under her breast, rubbing her belly as she moved. “Where’s my sports science? Where’s my football scholarship? I can’t believe I miss being a gym chick . . .”

She made her way to her sociology class, minding her heavy belly as she moved across the seats. Someone called out her name and she got ready to bare the fangs again, only for her to discover that it was Paulina Sores, the beautiful hispanic girl from the cheer squad who all the footballers wanted to date.

“M-me?” she said, gesturing to her full chest.

“Where are you going?” Paulina said in her cute accent. “Come join us! We’ve saved the comfortable front row so you don’t have to worry and can make an early exit if you need to.”

“Early exit?” she said, before looking down at her taut dome. “Oh, of course. Um, thanks.”

She sat with Paulina and her friends. Despite how embarrassing this whole situation was, the three women instantly fawned over her.

“Aww, you look so beautiful! Your skin is glowing!”

“I bet you’re excited. You are carrying so well. I’m so happy for you!”

“Have you decided on names or is it a secret? Wait, don’t tell me, I want it to be a surprise! Do you need me to get anything for you? I saved you your favourite passionfruit juice.”

She was craving passionfruit for some reason. Paulina passed it over, and Jesse couldn’t help but moan as she drank it.

“Ohhhh, I didn’t even realise I was craving this. Stupid baby.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Paulina said, before rubbing Jesse’s belly. “Mommy doesn’t mean that, does she?”

“I shouldn’t - I shouldn’t have to be like this!”

“Hey, you’re nervous. I get it. But you’re a powerful momma, and you’ve got the chutzpah. We all know it. I mean, you’re already our group mom, right?”

Jesse smiled sheepishly, trying to go along with this strange ruse. But weirdly, her child calmed within her, and even the tingle of her breasts slowly tightening with milk wasn’t as acute as it had been. As the lecture started, she even found herself actually listening and gently rubbing her stomach, simply marvelling at the amazing sensation of having life grow within her. 

Not that she planned to like it, of course. Never.

But it was . . . interesting, perhaps. A little interesting. Enough to make her smile when the kicks started up again.

***

Meanwhile, Sameen was also quite the sight on campus. Her anxiety was going off the charts as she went along with the compulsions, likewise moving across the campus to her beauty and modelling course. She was dressed only in her red bikini, and because the cups weren’t anywhere close to something like an underwire bra in strength, her ‘girls’ were out in force, bouncing up and down with each step and gaining the attention of everyone. Jesse was waddling about behind her, gathering up the attention afterwards, but Sameen felt deeply self-conscious with her new bikini bod so fully on display. She was like a piece of meat, and it made her skin crawl.

Except, it also made her smile. It shouldn’t have, but in part due to the compulsions but also the dopamine hits her new roleplay gave her, the plain Jane nerd-turned-bikini supermodel was flashing bright gleaming smiles with her perfect teeth. 

“W-woah, check out the chick in the bikini!” one guy said from the shade of a tree on the quad. “She’s major hot! What’s she wearing that for?”

“Have you been living under a rock?” his friend said. “That’s Sameen Ansari. She’s got a contract to always be in bikinis as part of one of her model class assignments or something.”

At this, Sameen tried not to clench her eyes shut and cringe until she shrivelled into a black hole. Which she really wanted to.

“That’s the excuse of this new reality?” she hissed to herself. “I’m permanently stuck wearing a revealing bikini because it’s part of an assignment. That Broad Game is so fucking perverted, I swear.”

And yet, there was no stopping it. Even crossing her arms a little angrily only forced her boobs up, making them more prominent, and her ass trembled with each step.

“Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this,” she said over and again.

“Hey, love the bikini! You should take it off?”

She wanted to scream, but instead she just grinned at the man who’d called it out and waved to him. “Only when I’m at the beach, honey. And only if you go first! Unless you’re shy?”

Instantly, the man fell silent, not knowing how to react. His buddies started ragging on him, and she threw him a cheeky kiss. “Maybe next time try to flirt with someone who’s not out of your league!”

That exchange actually got a smile out of her. She made her way to the building that housed the beautician and modelling courses, a building she was reasonably sure hadn’t existed until now, or at least didn’t have these courses. But the moment she entered, a balding man with a bowtie and a noticeable lisp walked right up to her.

“There you are, Sameen! There you are! You look amazing, just amazing! You just stay in those bikinis around the clock, and I just know you’re going to get full marks on this assessment. Now, are you ready for your photoshoot?”

“I, uh, sure, I guess,” she said, still self-conscious about it all.

“Wonderful, just wonderful! I tell you, I’ve never worked with a woman on your level, Sameen. You’re going to change things, I really believe that. You’ll be a supermodel known the world over for your beauty and style in just a few short years, perhaps less. Just remember who helped get you there when you arrive, okay?”

Sameen smiled awkwardly. She’d imagined being famous for getting a Nobel prize in the sciences. To be famous for just looking pretty? It was insulting! 

But much like Jesse, she found a growing enthusiasm filling up inside of her. Her new mentor clearly viewed her as akin to a goddess, and when she stepped up to the set - made to look like a real beach albeit with a greenscreen around it - she already had several other students offering her drinks, wanting to adjust her makeup, and actually seeing her. Looking up at her, as if she truly was above them.

It was not a sensation that Sameen was used to.

It was not, all things considered, half-bad for a woman who had long been invisible.

***

Charlie was likewise getting a lot of attention. Naturally, her new courses were focused upon dance and theatre, both areas she knew a lot about, but only as a viewer, never as a participant. In fact, Charlie was most definitely emblematic of that white guy stereotype of not knowing how to dance at all. She was reasonably certain that she had never shaken her hips in her life, in any context. Now, she was finding that her hips swayed hypnotically regardless of what she was doing; even standing in one spot she found herself shifting her hips back and forth a little, moving with all the appropriately sensuous grace of an expert belly dancer. About the only good thing about her new appearance and nature, she considered, was that she felt quite fit. She’d never been out of shape, but her abs were straight fire, and when she went to the bathroom she couldn’t help but admire them, not even noticing when a fellow dance student named Natasha entered and smirked.

“Someone’s navel gazing,” she said. “Literally!”

Charlie blushed a little, realising what she was doing.

“Hey, don’t get all embarrassed. If I had abs like that, I’d never stop looking at them. You ready for your performance today?”

Charlie halted. “P-performance?”

“Yeah, you’re big belly dancing spectacular. All the guys on campus will be there; no offence, but I suspect you’re more of a draw than my own ballerina act.”

The gorgeous bellydancer took in her reflection. She really did look like a throwback to some pulpy adventure novel where the heroine had to dress up as a harem girl and put on a performance. Even her crop top was styled exotically, with golden patterns along it and reflective sequins, and it was shaped closer to a bra than a top anyway. And that wasn’t even getting into the slits in the blue dress skirt going all the way up to the top of her thighs, or the numerous little trinkets designed to jingle and jangle when she moved.

“Oh God,” she said. “They’re going to show up in force for me, aren’t they?”

Natasha giggled. “Damn right, Charlie! Not like you’ve ever complained!”

It made the new woman deeply nervous, almost as much as Sameen was on an ordinary day. She had expected to be embarrassed by her new state, but giving a full performance before a group of men who would be salivating at her body? It was the height of emasculation.

“Ugh,” she groaned to herself as she left, moving back to the dance studio. “Why couldn’t I have become a classy ballerina? I’d almost be happy to take on Swan Lake or something more dignified. But this?”

And yet, she still began to dance anyway, practicing her hypnotic movements and undulating her beautiful belly, shifting her hips in such a way as to cause all her lovely parts to jiggle. The movements came so naturally and easily that it reminded her of more desirous things, such as her night with Jesse. She was so very glad to no longer have an attraction to her friend, but she couldn’t easily forget the sensation of having her parts gropes and squeezed and touched, and that put a heat into her performance as she moved, to the point where other performers looked her way as she shook her hips and thrust out her chest in time to the music in her head. God, what would it be like to perform before some handsome men? To give in to base desire and make a primal display? Weren’t such desires a part of culture anyway? Couldn’t she elevate this material? Ensnare their gazes and make this sensual performance a thing of high art?”

“Hey Charlie!” Natasha called, the blonde ballerina looking at the bellydancer with surprise. “Save something for the performance, won’t you?”

Charlie realised what she’d been doing and stopped, her already rosy cheeks blushing. “S-sorry,” she said, realising she’d stumbled into the performance of several other dancers. “Guess I got carried away there, huh?”

Still, it had felt quite . . . freeing.

Primal, even.

***

Alex had found her people. Well, they weren’t her people at all, but they felt like her people. Her courses were in social studies and history, but only the latter had caught her attention. She hadn’t really been interested in history prior to this, but the pretty hippie girl found herself fascinated by the lecture on the Civil Rights period, which so accorded with her new nature. The professor had even joked that one of their students (i.e., her) looked perfectly emblematic of the hippie movement that had thrived in the sixties, and how so many eschewed the obsession with money and the American dream in favour of a deeper spiritualism.

“Woah,” she said to herself, trying to keep her attention while the weed worked its way through her system. “This stuff is deep.”

She didn’t take much in the way of notes, however; mainly colourful flowers and images in her notebook, and more than a few peace signs. In truth, she was already sick of being in this sterile building. She wanted her bare feet back on the grass in the quadrangle, to sit beneath the shade of the tallest tree and soak in the blessings of Mother Nature.

Of course, she also hated this completely. The redheaded hippie knew she was a total hustler and grifter by nature, someone who always had the next money-making project on the mind, who obsessed over her finances and investments and would have a wi-fi connection plugged into her skull if she thought she could get away with it. 

“Damn it,” she bemoaned as she left the lecture. “Can’t stop being such a useless hippie. Ugh, I hate how good this grass feels. How beautiful those flowers are. How - woah!”

And there they were; her people. Another group of hippie and beatnik types gathered under the shade of a campus quad tree, one of them playing a guitar while two other girls made out freely. One was obviously smoking a reefer, though carefully enough to avoid campus security.

“Fuuuuuuck, I gotta join them,” she muttered, before walking over. “Mind if I join you guys?”

“Hey, everyone that wants is welcome,” the man said. “I’m Nate. These two are Jane and Dylan. Like Bob.”

“Bob? Oh, Bob Dylan. Cool, cool. I’m Alex.”

“Yeah, it’s all cool. Nice to meet you, Alex. Nice digs. Real throwback stuff.”

She grinned, sitting down with her legs crossed. “Yeah, I’m going through a, uh, hippie phase at the moment. Gettin’ away from money, y’know? All the corporate bullshit and stuff. Going back to where it’s all natural.”

“That’s what we’re all about, honey,” Dylan said, an arm around her girlfriend.

“Sounds like you found the right people,” Nate added, giving her a grin. She realises he was giving her a bit of an up-down, his gaze lingering on her chest and then to her pretty face.

“Hey, so . . . you like to smoke?”

“Only weed,” she replied.

He held up the joint and grinned. “Welcome to the Nature Club, Alex.”

She took the joint and gave it a puff. Instantly, the tension in her body unfurled and she felt that nice connection again. She passed it back so Nate could hide it from view again, not that they were too subtle about it.

The Nature Club, huh?

Didn’t sound too bad. Maybe it was just a break of sorts from her investments.

Just a short break.

***

The four of them met up for lunch, and it was clear that they were all grappling with something. Sam was still in her bikini, commanding an enormous amount of attention and yet, thanks to the Broad Game, apparently considered normal for her. Charlie met her at the cafe at the same time, the pair grabbing a table outside beneath a parasol cover. She too was commanding a lot of attention.

“Can’t wait for the bellydance performance, Charlie!” a man called out as he passed.

“Wait, a belly dancing performance?” Sameen asked, taking a seat.

“Yeah, I’m apparently doing this big thing for everyone to see me. In the middle of the quadrangle.”

“Wow. I did not have this on my bingo card.”

“Me either. But I didn’t have you becoming a smoking hot bikini model on my list either. You sure you can’t wear any more clothes?”

“Not even a hairband or a necklace,” she muttered. “I’m literally wearing this thing all day. Jesus, everyone can’t stop looking at my tits. You included.”

Charlie smirked. “Hey, this fucking transformation has got me gay for guys, or straight or whatever, and even I can’t stop looking at your amazing rack.”

“Speak for yourself,” she said, before smiling as a man passed and gave her a wink. “At least you don’t have to act like a perfect model all the time. This is so not being taken seriously!”

“Well, at least you’re not pregnant,” he said, pointing.

Jesse was arriving, waddling slowly and cupping her belly with one hand while the other held the small of her back. She winced as she arrived at the table and plopped herself down. “Not a word,” she said. “Just . . . not a freaking word.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Charlie said.

“You okay?” Sameen asked.

“I’m pregnant. At least the baby is asleep right now. I need to change back soon already. I better not give birth. No way am I gonna be a black mother with no babydaddy in the picture. I ain’t going with that stereotype.”

“Plus,” Charlie said. “You know, birth and all that.”

“Don’t remind me. Can you order something big for me? I’m starving.”

“Baby sitting on your bladder?” Sameen asked.

“You know it. Damn this feels weird. And I gotta pump. Seriously, who would do this to themselves on purpose?”

They ordered, and Alex turned up not long after, giggling way too much and clearly possessing the munchies.

“Woah, guys, you look so hot! Sam, Sammie, Sameen, I’d totally do sex on you. I mean, sex with you. You look so good in that bikini, girl.”

Sam raised one eyebrow. “Someone’s high.”

“Doesn’t make it not true. Plus, I’m a hippie girl now. We could have some free love. I’m really bi, by the way. Heh, ‘bi by the way.’ Sounds weird. But we could all make out. Charlie, you had sex with Jesse, right?”

“I’m not talking about that. I was a Victorian slut.”

“Nah, you’re way hotter now. We could totes do it in the bushes behind E Block. Mhmm, yeah. That’d be hot. Free love and peace, man.”

Sam adjusted her bikini. Several men were taking secretive photos of her, but she posed for all of them when she noticed, unable to help herself and feeling a strange rush of endorphins when she did. But then she frowned at Alex.

“No way, Alex,” she said. “I’d have sex with Charlie, maybe, and only if I was into her. But not you. You’re way too eager about this shit.”

The hippie girl sagged. “I know. Fuck. Sorry. I can’t help myself.”

“Did you say you’d have sex with me?” Charlie said, sitting up.

Sam blushed. “Ignore that.”

“I just can’t stop being such a nature loser,” Alex groaned. “I want to put more flowers in my hair. I want to travel around in a Volkswagon. It’s so pointless but it feels so grand. Is anyone else feeling like they’re having their minds changed around?”

Jesse heard this as she returned, and she grunted while she sat down, pushing back her seat to accommodate her swollen stomach. Her baby had woken up, but the movements made her smile a bit. “I . . . I know what you mean, man. This pregnancy is fucking crazy. I’m a goddamn preggo MILF but this group of girls had me feeling good about it.”

“I was getting into bellydancing way too much,” admitted Charlie. “It’s not even a respectable art but it felt like it was something . . . more.”

Sameen posed a little, letting her breasts sit upon the table as she leaned forward. “I wanted to look nicer, but I never wanted to be hot like this. But when I was modelling . . . I didn’t feel any anxiety. I can’t explain it!”

The four all looked uncomfortably at one another.

“We just need to not cause any disasters,” Charlie said. “Get through until the morning so we can change again.”

They all agreed. Unfortunately, the cafe started playing some nice dance music at that exact moment, and the bellydancer couldn’t help herself. She rose to her feet and found an open spot in front of all the customers, and then raised her hands above her head and started her attractive dance.

“Yeah!” someone cheered. “Go Charlie!”

“Someone get a camera!”

Which also meant that Sameen was starting to pose, unable to help herself from gaining further attention.

“It’s going to be a long rest of the day,” Jesse muttered, stroking her mound by some motherly instinct.

Alex barely heard her. She was too busy watching Nate walk past, the handsome hippie winking to her as he gestured towards E Block with its garden area around the back.

“I gotta go,” she said. She stood up and practically ran off to join him, leaving the beautiful dark-skinned mother-to-be there at the table, pouting her full lips in annoyance.

“Am I the only one not going completely crazy here?” she asked. Her baby answered with little kicks against her stomach, and she let out an involuntary coo.

“That’s right, little one! Mommy is the only one not affected here! Only Mommy has kept her mind? Hasn’t she? Hasn’t she, little one?”

The irony was completely lost on her.

***

Alex was in ecstasy as she rose upon Nate’s cock. She couldn’t even clearly remember taking her clothes off, but now that she was naked in the old college gardens she realised she’d never felt so unbound. She moaned as his hard dick slid almost all the way out before thrusting all the way back in.

“Ohhhhh, yeah,” She moaned. 

“Be in this moment,” Dylan said. “Feel it.”

She cupped Alex’s breast and squeezed it, fondling the nipples. Alex panted, then turned her head to kiss the woman passionately. Jane was on her other side, making out with Nate, so that it was an entirely natural foursome. True love, free love, as it was meant to be.

“Yesssss,” Alex cried. “I’m s-so close! Ohhhh! So close! I can feel it! I’m so close to the universe r-right now!”

“We’re all so close,” Nate said, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her to match her rhythms. “Take us there, Alex.”

The hippie woman cried out, the feelings overwhelming. She could barely believe what she was doing, but the power of her feelings were so intoxicating. This was even better than tasting cum, though the thought of that incident still lingered in her mind. The man erupted inside of her, his seed spurting into her passage and all the way to her womb. She imagined becoming full with a pure child, just like Jesse, a child born of free love and connection to nature, and the thought made her orgasm several more times.

“Yesssss!” she cried. “Cum in m-meee!”

She kissed Dylan again, their tongues dancing until they both moaned in one another’s mouths. Finally, all of them collapsed upon one another, panting desperately and feeling blessed by it all.

“I can’t believe I, like, totally just did that,” she finally said. “That was groovy.”

Nate chuckled. “Groovy indeed.”

The girls were weaving more flowers in her hair, and slowly they untangled and slowly put their clothes back on. Alex felt like she was one with the universe, like everything was in the right place. It stung, however, to know how emasculating it was at the same time. She tried to hold onto her love of bitcoin and crypto and investments and everything techbro, but it was so damn hard to care.

“Hey, what the hell are you four doing!?”

That was, until campus security arrived.

“Shit!” Jane cried. Run!”

Alex was already running, her dress barely upon her body, semen still leaking down her thigh. Her breasts, not contained by a bra, bounced heavily and slightly painfully upon her chest, and so she cupped them as she ran to the parking lot and beyond.

“Stupid! Stupid! Why did I do that? I’m not meant to be some dumb hippie girl! I’m going to be rich! I’m going to be smart! I’m going to be - uh oh.”

She realised too late that she had exited the campus. A card was in her hand. A Punishment card. 

“Fuck!” she cried, before reading it out loud.

***

Charlie’s performance began immediately after the afternoon classes. A sensual and excitable piece of music played as she prepared herself upon the stage that had been erected in the quadrangle. The whole scenario was ridiculous, but in this changed reality, the Broad Game had made this a seemingly normal event, just as a woman permanently wearing a bikini on campus was part of her assessment.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she told Sam, who was also up on the stage, posing dramatically and sexually, even turning to let the men see her ass.

“Trust me,” the model said. “I can’t believe what I’m doing either. Fuck, they’re taking so many photos right now. At least I look amazing. I just wish I didn’t feel so good acting like some shallow model!”

Still, she waved to the crowd, and to Jesse in particular who waved back. As much as the pregnant woman was overwhelmed by her changes, she was at least glad not to have to perform for anyone. Paulina was beside her, along with her other new friends, and they’d brought snacks.

“Holy shit, thanks so much,” the beautiful MILF said. “This baby has me so hungry.”

“We can go grab a bite if you want?”

But Jesse shook her head and grinned. “Nu-uh. I’ve had enough burdens for today. No way am I missing the chance to see Charlie and Sameen get as humiliated as I am, ha!”

Paulina looked a bit confused by this, but asked no further questions. That was, until there was a rustling in the crowd, and Sameen on stage felt an annoyance at being upstaged from her pre-show modelling moment.

“What are all those nerds looking at?” she demanded.

“You’re a nerd, remember?”

“Whatever, Charlie. Wait, is that . . . Alex!?”

It was, but not as they knew her. Instead, a slim young woman dressed in a French maid costume awkwardly made her way through the crowd. Her face had whiskers protruding from her upper cheeks, and her nose was a cute inverted triangle like that of a cat. In addition, her ears were a pair of feline ears on top of her head; a warm tan colour that matched the cat tail that was protruding out from the bottom of her skirt and accidentally stroking across the faces of the gathering audience.

“Nyah! S-sorry! I’m still getting used to this! I’m - sorry! Nyah!”

“Is Alex a fucking catgirl?” Charlie said.

Sameen slapped her forehead. “She must have broken the rules and turned into that. What’s the bet that this is one of her own personal fetishes?”

“I’m not taking that bet.”

Indeed, despite her intent to sit near Jesse, she ended up a few rows in front of her where a number of young techbros, nerds, and programmer types were all sitting. They looked at her with awe, and it was clear she had jumped right out of their fantasies.

“Cool costume!” one said.

“Y-you can sit with me if you like!”

“Yeah, we love catgirl maids! Come here!”

“Oh my God, this is way better than whatever Charlie is about to do on stage.”

Alex could only blush as she sat down among them, purring and flicking her tail. She was shorter than ever and unbelievably cute to boot, and with her little French maid costume she looked like a living fetish come to life.

“Nyah,” she meowed despondently, before looking back at Jesse, who was laughing so hard there was a genuine fear she might go into labor at any second. “Not one word, Jesse!”

“Oh, don’t worry! I don’t need words for this!”

But then Alex felt an arm around her shoulders, a cute nerd type grinning at her. It made her body feel warm and flushed, and she began to rub her thighs together.

“I knew developing a catgirl maid fetish would come back to haunt me someday!”

Thankfully, Sameen was finished with her modelling. The former shy nerd soaked up the endorphins of all the attention she was getting, and blew the crowd several kisses.

“See you all from my upcoming calendar release!” she exclaimed. She only managed to regain her sense of shame when she was off the stage, and the music truly swelled up.

“And now,” came the announcer's voice. “A belly dancing performance as part of our own student’s academic assessment. Charlie Kingsmith, everybody!”

The crowd hooted and hollered, Jesse among them, glad to no longer be the most humiliated. Charlie stepped forward, slowly sashaying her hips from side to side before undulating her stomach in time with the music. She rotated on the spot, twisting like a serpent and gliding her hands over her body before raising them up and clasping them together high above her head. Sameen, watching from the sidelines, was utterly transfixed. Everyone was, except for the nerds around Alex, who were offering her every snack, drink, and service she could possibly want.

“Nyah! Stop simping over me already!”

Charlie smirked at the sight, but didn’t let it interrupt her dancing. She had to get this over with, but having everyone focus on her was strangely enthralling. This was art, she realised. This was power, in a sense. Just not the kind she would have respected before these changes. She belly danced closer to the crowd, descending the steps slowly, shaking her shoulders to let her breasts jiggle. That Broad Game had done one big number on reality, that was for sure, because somehow this was seen as completely normal. For God’s sake, there were even professors and faculty members present, and more than a few of the male half were clearly aroused by the performance. She found herself drawing closer to one of the legal studies professors, a man in his mid-thirties with a handsome face and a nice suit. She danced right up against him, undulating her stomach right in his face, shifting in such a way that she also shook her hips and ass directly in front of him. The crowd went wild at this, and the man grinned from ear to ear, which increased Charlie’s own embarrassment and pleasure in the act at the same time.

She repeated this with several more individuals, most humiliatingly her own former academic peers, most of whom were male and clearly attracted to her now. Charlie’s body was smoking hot and everyone knew it, and soon people were cheering out loud at every enticing dance movement that was clearly intended to tease. The new woman soaked it all up, letting her various curves jiggle and staring against her dress, showing off all of her legs as she moved back up on stage. The music reached its crescendo and she raised her hands up triumphantly right at the moment it stopped.

The audience cheers, which led her to smile in turn over to Sameen, who was gobsmacked by the entire routine. 

“That was incredible,” Sameen uttered when Charlie finally left the stage. “You were incredible.”

Charlie couldn’t stop beaming. “I think I’ve found a new appreciation for the art of dance. Something to look fondly on when we change back, right?”

Sameen bit her lip, looking over her own luscious swimsuit body.

“I’m starting to think so,” she said. “And I think our friends in the crowd might even agree.”

Neither could ignore that Alex was starting to soak up the worship of the nerds around her, or that Jesse was letting her new friends touch and stroke her belly, laughing in response to the movements within.

Perhaps they would look back on this with smiles and laughter after all?

To Be Continued . . .