RRoST: Swingin' like a Pendulum
Unending BE - episode 990005
She was about college age. Pretty, but not too pretty. Black hair, black lips, pale skin, typical goth stuff. She was wearing a long black dress, a little frilly, also typical for a goth.
Jen watched her hips swing for a moment as she walked past, then decided to enhance the effect a little. Her hips began slowly widening, legs growing father apart and pronouncing the swing of her hips. Her buttocks expanded with the hips themselves, growing larger and rounder and stretching the backside of her dress to show off what was happening underneath. It seemed like she might notice, so Jen helped her remain blissfully ignorant, but just for the moment.
Jen then decided to emphasis the girl's new rear more, erasing her anus and shifting her vagina to between the large toned cheeks he had given her. From now on, ass fucking would be the only sort she'd be allowed.
She paused for a moment, thinking about what she had already done, and considering what more she could do, or if she would do anymore at all. Eventually she made a decision, focusing the ring's power upon the goth girl once more. Upon her now very blank crotch grew out a penis, which immediately grew erect, then hung straight down between her legs, still in it's erect state. It would always be erect, but would naturally point down, Jen decided. It barely took an instant more before she willed it to grow and grow and grow, swelling larger and thicker at a tremendous rate. As it swelled she momentarily turned her mind to other important issues, changing the girl's buttocks so as to function as testicles but without change to their appearance or firmness, and altering her clothing to grant her big platformed heels that increased her height by nearly eight inches.
Even though the hem of her skirt was around her ankles, soon enough the head of her penis peeked out of it. Its bright red head perhaps half the size of her own head, and the shaft obviously as thick around as either of her thighs, if not more so. The growth of her new penis slowed then stopped, it was now long enough that without her heels the head of her new dick would be mashed right into the floor and drag against it if she tried to walk. With the few inches of give however, and the pronounced gait of her hips, it merely swung back and forth like a pendulum, slapping against the sides of her shoes.
Of course, she was still entirely unaware it existed, and would continue to be unaware until she actually saw it.
With another quick thought Jen implanted a few last, but important changes. From now on she would be unable to move faster than a brisk, hip-swaying walk. Her penis would be extra-sensitive, enough that just thumping against her legs as she walked around would be enough to periodically make her cum, firing thick blobs of cum at the ground beneath her, and of course with a penis that big, she would have plenty to release with each orgasm. Once she was aware of her penis's existence, she would experience vivid fantasies and sexual desires of having other women suckle, caress and worship it. However she would otherwise be completely heterosexual, with no interest in having a man touch her penis, but plenty of interest in being pounded from behind. Finally, and purely as a matter of whim, Jen decided to pin down the girl's goth interests, ensuring she wouldn't shake them and become a soccer mom or whatever else she might be. Using the ring, Jen also bleached the girl's skin permanently paper white, and her hair, lips and nipples all jet black, as well as giving her a permanent fondness toward long billowing gothic dresses and big high heels.
Jen stuck her hands into her pockets, watching her latest victim walk on, blissfully unaware of what had been done to her. She would realize eventually, maybe even as soon as she left her sight. She thought with amusement on how she might react.
Oh well, it was no concern of hers after all.
Onto the next...
*A mother and daughter pair.
Jen didn't get far before stopping again, finding another store filled with women's clothing, although this one specifically oriented toward teenage girls.
The store was mostly empty, just a girl about fourteen or fifteen, along with a mother more than twice her age and a bored looking female employee over by the register.
Jen focused on the daughter, getting an idea.
First her shoes disappeared, along with her socks. Her feet then arched up, as if she were wearing pair of very tall, very invisible high heels. Her toes drifted together, their edges softening until it was clear that they had all merged together and the former toes collectively took a rounded point, not unlike what one might see on an actual high heeled shoe. The skin of her feet began to harden and smoothen out while her heels slowly extended, thumping quietly as they hit the floor, a pair of particularly thick high heels for her built-in shoes. With another thought he toughened up her new feet, she'd have to walk on them so it wouldn't do to let her hurt herself.
Jen paused bringing her hand to her chin as she considered where she wanted to go next. After a moment she shrugged and decided to just continue with this motif.
Jen her thoughts toward the girl, who had since begun staring down at her feet, confusion playing across her face as her mother continued to browse. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a top that wasn't at all notable. Jen stripped off all of the clothing she was wearing, leaving her perfectly naked. Of course, she noticed immediately, but Jen quickly used the ring to make her unable to move and make her mother and the employee unable to see anything wrong, at least for now.
Walking casually further into the shop, Jen trained her eyes onto the girl's body as she pretended to browse, continuing to change her.
First, Jen thickened up a band of flesh around her waist, erasing her navel as she did. Once it seemed suitably thick to Jen she tightened the band and began to grow a thin cylinder of flesh down from it, wrapping around the girl's hips and legs like a tight pencil skirt fastened by a belt. Once the skirt reached her ankles, Jen stopped the growth and turned her attention back to the band. Slowly flesh thickened around her upper body, eventually disconnecting in the form of a fleshy low-neck top attached to her waistband, matching her equally attached skirt.
Looking toward the girl's cleavage, or lack of cleavage Jen momentarily frowned. A moment and a thought later, the girl's breasts stretched out her new 'top' to it's limit, a pair of soccer ball sized breasts held tightly by her new pouch, although Jen was certain that the girl would be capable of popping them out, should she so choose. Just as Jen was certain that, if determined enough, she would be able to hike up her skirt to her waist.
Looking her over once more, Jen decided to make a few more changes. The girl's hair, originally shoulder length grew down to her ass. Carefully Jen reddened the girl's lips and fingernails, developing the volume of her eyelashes, applying delicate touches to her appearance to make it seem as if she had been very carefully made up when in reality there was not a speck of make-up involved. Her earlobes grew out slightly and a gemstone embedded itself into either, while around her neck a series of gemstones embedded themselves into and around her collar, bordered and connected with gold that was as much a part of her as the stones themselves.
Thinking back to the goth girl from before, he colored the band around her waist red, while coloring her new 'blouse' and 'skirt' pitch black, although leaving the texture and appearance unchanged. Focusing momentarily back onto her feet, he developed a slight band around her ankles and painted it and everything below as black as her 'dress'. The rest of her skin Jen made pale white and all of her body from the neck down utterly hairless. For good measure Jen increased the sensitivity of the girl's vagina threefold.
For one final touch, Jen made sure that the girl's new 'clothing' was all very-very sensitive, as well as being tough enough to resist just about anything.
Jen looked toward the mother and froze her movements as well, copying over all of the changes he had made to the daughter to her. Then Jen looked toward the still terribly bored looking woman behind the counter and did the same to her.
Turning and walking carelessly out of the store, Jen released all three women. As they all began to shriek in panic, Jen just clapped her hands over her mouth, muffling her laughter as she walked away.
Of course, as she walked she found herself passing by...
*A trio of school girls walking together.