| Codes: mf,
transformation, magic Summary: Clarissa is beautiful, sexy and used to having her way with the world. When her charms suddenly disappear, however, she has to adjust her ideas about beauty. Author's Note: I wrote this story a while back because I wanted to try something different. How come every transformation has to involve a ordinary looking girl getting turned into a bombshell? Why doesn't anyone ever write the opposite? I mean, I know that this is fantasy and all, but maybe there's kinds of 'sexy' than just one? And maybe I spend too much time thinking about smut.... I'm not sure how confident I feel about this story, and it probably won't be everyone's cup of tea. But, in the immortal words of some great thinker or another: why not? |
| “What a bitch!” Tabby growled as she sat down
next to Samantha at the lunch table. “What’s up, girl?” Samantha inquired between bites of turkey sandwich. “Clarissa Weaver,” Tabby shot an evil glance at the leggy blonde parading herself down the cafeteria aisle. “She thinks that she’s queen shit around here,” “Well, she is,” Samantha laughed. “She’s leading everything with a y-chromosome around by the cajones,” The two girls turned to consider Clarissa’s retreating form as she entered the lunch line. That she was a goddess of woman flesh was obvious. Her mane of honey-blonde locks draped past her genteel neck and cascaded frivolously on her pale, bare shoulders. Shoulders that curved perfectly into elegant arms framing an hourglass body that ebbed and flowed from her full tits to her thin midriff and perfectly rounded rump “We ought to teach her a lesson,” Tabby snorted. “Okay,” Samantha shrugged in agreement. The two sorceresses intertwined their hands beneath the table and recited their spell. Octarine tingles raced from their clits to their skulls and back again. Samantha squeezed her lover's hand in hers. “Wow, we should do it in public more often!” * * *
The latest Top 40 hit roused Clarissa out of bed. Lazily smacking the alarm, the teen Venus of Jefferson High rolled out of bed. Slipping on a large sleep shirt over her naked body, she yawned and headed for the shower, giggling as her coveted ass released a loud morning fart. Having secured herself in the bathroom, Clarissa slipped her thin cotton modesty off and admired herself in the mirror. Tousling her hair and pursing her lips, she thrust her soft tits forward while cocking her hips to one side. She half-moaned half-sighed as her hand fell to stroking the neatly trimmed triangle of golden fur between her legs. Rubbing herself slowly with one palm, she adjusted the water temperature and stepped into the shower with a frisky smile. Reluctantly releasing her pussy, she reached for the shampoo and lathered up her hair. “This must be the anti-dandruff shit,” Clarissa complained as the thick lather left a tingling sensation across her scalp. After rinsing out her long, golden locks, Clarissa grabbed the soap, applying the suds to her nubile teenaged body with her hands, paying particular attention to her sensitive breasts. Her contented sigh quickly twisted into a hoarse scream when Clarissa saw the water washing her tits away. As surely as the soap suds rinsed away down the contours of her body, Clarissa’s plump tits were melting away. Hysterically clutching her shrinking endowments, she leapt from the shower and stared at herself in the mirror in abject horror. Gone was the beautiful, sexy body she had just moments earlier teased and admired. Her hair had turned black and stringy, hanging in nappy strands in front of a face with an enormous nose and two ears that poked out the side like airplane wings. Her formerly soft, heavy tits had washed away to a pair of puffy brown nipples resting on a boyish chest. Although her arms and shoulders were bony, Clarissa’s now pear-shaped body had packed on a dozen extra pounds around her hips, thighs, which now surrounded a tangled rug of black pubic hair. Her wide booty sagged and jiggled with extra pounds before falling to two thick legs and a pair of big, peasant feet. Clarissa dropped to the ground and clamped her eyelids against the coming storm of tears. She didn’t want to look at herself anymore. Before long horrified tears pried their way through and Clarissa spent the rest of the morning in the bathroom, wracked with pitiful sobs. Only her mother’s second admonition that she was going to be late for school stemmed the flow. It was, of course, all a nightmare. Clarissa constantly reminded herself as she went numbly about her morning activities, hardly remembering the drive to school. She wasn't surprised that nobody noticed her transformation. In fact nobody noticed her at all. The jocks ignored her and her male teachers, who normally couldn’t keep their eyes off her, didn’t even glance twice at her all day. Dejected and miserable, Clarissa ate lunch alone. Her tray was loaded to carrying capacity with pizza, ice cream sandwiches and two orders of 'tater tots. Washing it all down with a extra-large milkshake, she looked up to see a boy standing across from her. “Is anyone sitting here?” “Um, no,” Clarissa blurted, suddenly aware of the mountain of food and food paraphernalia in front of her. The young man sat down and flashed her a smile. Clarissa decided she had to be hallucinating. “The name’s Mark,” he said, adjusting his weight into the hard plastic chair across from her. “I just transferred here from City Public,” “I’m Clarissa,” she replied, still unconvinced at his performance. She looked him over, a routine habit from her sexy days. Thin and gangly, the young man wasn’t unattractive, and certainly not as ugly as her, but under ordinary circumstances, he would never have made it this far. “Nice to meet you,” he said, “are you a Senior, too?” “Yea,” Clarissa said, fighting an urge to belch, “been here all four years,” “That’s cool, I guess you know this place pretty well,” Mark continued. “What’s it like?” “Well...,” Clarissa began, more depressed than before. Suddenly she understood all too well. The new kid, just wanted to use her for information her could use to improve his own social standing. Resigned to her fate, she gave a bare sketch of her former friends and subjects. The class bell mercifully saved Clarissa from any further embarrassment. Angrily gathering her tray, she stood to leave, but Mark interjected. “Say, if you’re not busy later tonight, do you think you could show me around Jefferson Heights?” “There’s not much to see,” she sighed, “I don't think so,” “I find that hard to believe,” Mark grinned, and Clarissa felt an unexpected cardiac flutter. “Well, okay, maybe,” “I'll pick you up at seven,” * * *
In spite of herself, Clarissa left school looking forward to her date. That is, until she got home and saw herself in her vanity mirror. Throwing herself onto the bed, she buried her face in a pillow and cried again. She had been reduced to dating desperate City Public rejects. It was a Friday night, football players should be lining up to buy her dinner. Varsity basketball stars should be fawning over her. Legions of lesser girls smoldering with rage and jealousy. Instead she was becoming a quick piece of ass for a new kid. “I’ll bet he’s even a shitty lay,” Clarissa thought as she undressed with her back to the bathroom mirror. She had already decided to put out tonight, what else was an ugly, fat chick good for? Stepping into the shower, Clarissa turned on the water and closed her eyes. She wasn’t prepared for the sight of her twisted, naked body. Scrubbing her skin with a scratchy washcloth, she went through the shower motions, but kept her hands far away from the hairy place between her thighs. Wrapping herself with a towel and snubbing the mirror, Clarissa left the bathroom with tears in her eyes. With a sheet thrown over the vanity, Clarissa dropped her towel and got dressed for her date. As she had discovered in the morning, her wardrobe had also changed sizes to match her new body. She picked up a pair of thong panties, shivered at the very thought and threw them in the trash can. Slipping a dumpy pair of blue cotton panties over her fat ass, she considered her bras. “Why fucking bother?” she sighed, holding up an A-cup that looked like a training bra. It swiftly followed the thong into the garbage. Draping herself in a tee-shirt, Clarissa noticed that her tits didn’t even show, her puffy nipples were lost in the fabric’s folds. She likewise covered her wide bottom and hips with a baggy pair of jeans, deciding that concealment was her best fashion policy. “Clarissa, there’s a boy here to see you!” her mom called with a note of surprise that made the frumpy teen cringe. “I’m coming,” she yelled and tromped down the stairs. “Hi Clarissa, you look good,” Mark was waiting at the door. Clarissa frowned and mumbled something unintelligible. She followed Mark to her car after waving goodbye to her parents. They cruised around Jefferson Heights for a while, Clarissa pointing out some of the local sights. When Mark pointed out a local hamburger joint, her heart stopped. “Want to stop and get something to eat?” “Why not,” Clarissa exhaled through a tight throat and dejectedly agreed. “Is this place popular with the kids from school?” he asked, circling around the parkinglot to find a spot. “Yea, its a major hang-out spot,” she sighed. She had been hoping to avoid those places where she had previously held court. As the two walked in and sat at a booth, Clarissa could hear a few snickers and rude comments from her former admirers. She sunk into the upholstery and tried to disappear. If Mark heard any of the quips, he ignored them completely. “So, tell me about yourself,” Mark inquired after they had ordered their food. “Not much to tell,” Clarissa deferred. This boy was going to a lot of trouble. “Somehow I don’t believe that,” “Well then, you go first,” she shot back angrily. “Fair enough,” he laughed. “I grew up in the city until my parents divorced and my mom moved out to the ‘burbs, something about wanting to avoid some ‘bad influences’ on my behavior,” “Sounds sordid,” Clarissa leaned forward, surprised that the skinny City Public kid might have a dark side. “Nothing terrible dramatic I’m afraid, mostly just hanging out with too many pot-heads,” he shrugged. “Alright, your turn,” “Um,” Clarissa stammered, “I lived my whole life here, and I mostly just go to school and occasionally see a movie,” “Really, anything good? I don’t get out much anymore,” Clarissa described a few movies as best as she could remember, having been more interested in who she was there with at the time. Fortunately, Mark hadn’t seen any of them, and listened intently. She actually smiled once or twice when he would crack a joke, but quickly hid her too large teeth behind her lips as soon as she caught herself. The waitress brought their food, and Clarissa realized with a shock of embarrassment how much she had ordered. Compared to Mark’s grilled-cheese and fries, her double bacon cheese burger loomed ominously. Once again, he seemed oblivious to the waitress’ disapproving glance. “So, what about Jefferson High?” he said. “What do people around here do for fun?” “Well, I guess,” Clarissa shrugged. “A lot of people go to the football games in the fall, and basketball in the spring,” “Do you go to many games?” “A few,” Clarissa started telling the new kid about some of her recent social outings, and was soon lost in memories of her former glory. For his part, Mark was an attentive listener, nodding often and occasionally throwing in a comment or two. Before she realized it, they had sat in the dinner and talked for two hours. “I guess we should be going,” Mark said as he paid the bill. Back in the car, he turned to his date. “Any other hot spots around here?” “As a matter of fact,” Clarissa, with a thin smile, navigated him towards Lookout Point. “What’s that?” “Just a quiet place... to talk,” * * *
Having parked the car in an empty church parking lot overlooking the city lights, the teens turned the radio down and stared out the windshield. “So what part of the city did you grow up in?” Clarissa asked, much more comfortable now, without the stares and jeers of her peers. “Lower East End, it's a working class, factory neighborhood,” Mark pointed out a dark patch among the stars in the valley below. Clarissa moved closer and pretended to look down the line of his arm. Turning her head, their mouths were conveniently close. They moved in unison, pressing their lips together tenderly. Pulling back, Clarissa found herself momentarily lost in her date’s eyes. Not knowing what else to do, she unzipped his pants. “Oh shit,” He grunted slouching down in the driver’s seat. Pulling his pole from his boxer shorts, Clarissa swallowed Mark’s manhood, teasing the tip with her well-practiced tongue. Feeling Mark’s hand in her hair, Clarissa opened her throat as best she could, compensating for her nappy, unstilted locks. When his right hand cupped her chubby ass, she tried to distract him using suction, tongue and teeth. “Clarissa, I’m going to come,” Mark warned. She felt the contractions through her mouth, swallowing his salty seed like a fat hoe is expected to do. When she sat up, she felt like crying. “We should get back, its late,” Clarissa stared out the window. This was a terrible way to end a night that was going so well, but she had to do it. Maybe he’d want to see her again now. She may not be pretty, Clarissa reasoned, but she would be a good cocksucker. That way, he wouldn’t have to look at her face. “Not yet,” Clarissa sighed. Was she really that ugly, to have to put out on the first date? Despite her earlier resignation to that effect, deep down, it didn’t feel right to her. Not this way. “What are you doing!?” her dismay was interrupted as Mark leaned over the gear shifter. Her mind raced with terrible possibilities. “Repaying the favor,” he smiled, moving the seat back all the way. “What?” Clarissa was stunned, and when the truth finally sunk in, she panicked. “Oh, no!” “Why not?” Mark looked up at her with those depthless brown eyes. “Because,” she sobbed, “I’m nasty and dirty and disgusting down there,” “Somehow I doubt that,” he smiled. Silently, Clarissa hooked her thumbs through the waist band of her jeans and panties and slid her clothing to the floor. Averting her eyes, she didn’t even want to look at that nasty cunt, she nodded her assent, knowing that this was the end of their relationship. “See, I told you,” she said miserably. “It’s beautiful, Clarissa,” the odd boy between her legs breathed. He parted her slippery labia and probed her pinkness with the agile tip of his tongue. Clarissa moaned loudly. No one had ever gone down on her before. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, rubbing her thick nipples through her tee-shirt as she felt herself losing control of the lower half of her body, thrashing and undulating her pelvis. Mark flicked his tongue against her clit and Clarissa thrust her pussy into his face, screaming with pleasure. He didn’t stop, sucking her distended clitoris until she was thrashing in her seat and spewing fluids from down below. Beaming in post-orgasmic bliss, Clarissa wrapped her arms and legs around her boyfriend’s body as they pressed their lips together, tasting each other’s fluids unabashedly. “My parents are gone for the night!” Clarissa blurted out before realizing what a fat slut she had become. “If you want to come over?” “Very much,” Mark reclaimed the driver’s seat as his date put her jeans, sans panties, back on. The oversized cotton underwear found its way out the window as the teens sped through the streets of Jefferson Heights, kissing and fondling at every red-light opportunity. * * *
Back at Clarissa’s house, the hormone charged pair groped their way up the stairs to her room. Locking the door behind her, Clarissa pressed herself against Mark, and the teens explored each other’s bodies with their hands while their tongues coninued to get acquainted. “God, Clarissa, you are so beautiful!” Mark said as he grabbed her ass and pulled her hips into his crotch. “I am not!” Suddenly, the young woman broke their embrace. “Stop saying that!” “What’s the matter?” he reached out for her, but she turned her back and found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror. Horrified, she grabbed the nearest object and flung it at her image, but the stuffed animal bounced off harmlessly. “I look beautiful, my body is beautiful, you even said my nasty cunt is beautiful,” she sobbed, falling to the floor. “Why don’t you just admit it; I’m just a fat, ugly, easy lay,” “Don’t say that about yourself...,” “Why not!” “Clarissa,” Mark sat down in front of her and wiped a strand of stringy black hair behind her ear that jutted out too far from the side of her head. “You’re a wonderful, fascinating young woman,” “Do you really mean that?” she sniffled. “I want you to see in yourself what I can see in you,” Mark began, looking deep into her bottomless irises. “Show me,” she whispered. Trembling, Clarissa pulled her shirt over her head and let her pants fall to the floor. Mark took her body into his arms and the teens fell onto the bed passionately. “No bra?” he asked, tenderly teasing her hard nipples with sensitive fingertips. “Why bother?” she snorted. “'More than a mouthful is a waste',” Mark smiled before demonstrating his belief to Clarissa’s delight. “Oh God!” As Mark eased his manhood into her, Clarissa felt her body glow underneath her skin. With rhythmic strokes the teenagers worked their bodies together, exalting the temples of their flesh. Arching her back and grabbing hold of Mark’s shoulder blades, Clarissa screamed and released all the stress of this terrible day in an explosion of sense and emotion. * * *
Later that night, the two shared a shower, smearing soap suds over each other’s bodies. Completely unaware of her transformation, Clarissa bent over and let Mark enter her again, grabbing her smooth hips with his strong arms. She swept her golden mane back and gyrated herself against the athletic frame of City Public’s former star quarterback, her full breasts bouncing with each stroke. THE END
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