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I feel so trolled. Some stupid thread went on and on about some /d/eviant story thread. So I did the Text to speech thing and made and mp3 of it because the thread got all these bumps. But then it turns out it was all the same guy and thread was deleted just as I finished uploading. What ever. Here is the file I don't really care what happens to it. 20 minutes wasted...((grumble))
Two Become One
http://www.mediafire.com/?jdtf0rg9nwg
pic related because its a shape shifter becoming someones skin.
>> Anonymous
In before DELETED BECAUSE MODS = FAGS LOL
>> Anonymous
I remember that thread. That was a good story, was chapter 3 ever posted?
>> Anonymous
>>981539
NO, CUZ MODS = FAGS
>> Anonymous
>>981473
>>981557
Get over it.
>> Anonymous
did anyone save chapter two? all I can find on /rs/ is chapter one, the one that says it has chapter two lies.

>>981573
fuck you that was an epic story
>> Anonymous
Chapter II
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Sara still couldn't wrap her mind around the idea that she was wearing another person. She sat in her group house's common room on the tired sofa, seemingly dressed in her blue T-shirt and her black jeans. It had been only ten minutes since she was enveloped by the strange girl, but she felt entirely normal, almost unaware of the presence of a second occupant in her body. The voice in her ear wasn't turning out to be very talkative when she wasn't thinking about it. The girl had been right - it would be easy to just forget she was there. She supposed that a shapeshifter had to be able to think like a thing as well as a person.
>> Anonymous
The only thing that was noticably different was that she sank much farther into the couch when she sat down. Although she didn't notice it when she moved and walked around, she must have weighed twice as much as normal. This reminded her that, no matter what it seemed like, things weren't quite as usual.

The late afternoon sun shone lazily into the room. Sara didn't know what to do. She picked up the newspaper and flipped through a couple sections. A couple housemates passed through, said hello, went to their rooms, not noticing anything especially different about her. Of course they wouldn't, she thought. Seeming totally normal was making her excited in a weird way.
>> Anonymous
Sara looked to make sure nobody was nearby. "Hey," she said softly.

"Yeah?" said the voice in her ear, startling her a bit.

"You're still there."

"Always."

"Gimme those boobs again."
>> Anonymous
Instantly her breasts swelled to their titanic proportions. They hung above her lap, breast flesh pressing tight againt her T-shirt, nipples making egregious little tents in the fabric, the bottom of her shirt hiking way up. Anybody walking by would have seen a real spectacle. She grabbed them and they squished together pleasantly inside the tight confines of the shirt. Comprehension finally came home to her: Normality was under her control, to be banished and summoned with a word.

She heard a door close down one of the hallways, and some quick footsteps. Her stomach turned over inside her. "Put me back, put me back," she whispered. As quickly as they had come, her breasts vanished. Her housemate walked into the room. "Hey, Sara," he said.
>> Anonymous
"Hi Rob," she called nonchalantly, her heart racing. "Where you off to?"

"It's my shift at the boathouse," Rob said. "They switched me to the evening on Wednesdays."

"Sucks to be you," said Sara. "Hey, Nate and Tessa are making dinner tonight - want me to tell them to save some for you?"

"That'd be awesome. Hey, see you later."

"Yeah. Hey, leave the door open!" Sara called after Rob as he walked outside. She was alone again.
>> Anonymous
"You like him?" said the voice in her ear.

"Oh," said Sara. Well, not quite alone. "He's ok. Big runner, big on biking and sailing. Doesn't spend much time here."

"M-hm. M-hm." said the voice. "When you gonna fuck him?"

Sara laughed. "Hey, hey. Just because I can turn into a total sex bomb doesn't mean I have to fuck every man I see."
>> Anonymous
"Let me remind you, fucking just got really fun." Sara suddenly felt a coiled pressure in her groin. A prodigious penis mounded inside her jeans, then pushed itself through the waistband, throbbing against her stomach. Her vagina began to lubricate itself and she could feel her panties getting wet. "Don't worry about pregnancy or STDs. I've already got a super-thin layer coating the inside of your vagina, and I'm impermeable. You can fuck to your heart's content."

"All right, all right, I get it," said Sara. "But not now." Her crotch returned to normal, her panties dried up. "I've got other things I want to do." She could think of a couple off the top of her head.

"Like what?"

"Like go to the store."
>> Anonymous
She had left her house a few minutes ago and walked the five blocks to the little corner store where she and her housemates usually bought their food. Nobody she had passed noticed anything about her. It gave her a heady sense of freedom. Now she stood in front of a window of a closed boutique in an alley next to the store. She could see her reflection, the same as it had always been. "I don't want to be recognizable at all," she said. "But I want to be really sexy."

"Sure, let's see.." The voice in her head hummed thoughtfully. "Ah."
>> Anonymous
Sara's skin darkened to an olive brown. She felt careful movement on her face, and looking at the window she saw a vaguely Mediterranean or North African girl, with a classically gorgeous face and long frizzy dark hair bound in a ponytail. Her clothes had become a slight yellow patterned dress that contrasted beautifully with her skin. The effect was extremely fetching but demure. "Nice dress," said Sara. "But it needs to be a bit more.. obvious." Underneath the olive skin, she was blushing fiercely. "Give me an ass. And some boobs. Not like the ones from before! Believable."
>> Anonymous
She felt the fabric draw tighter around her butt, and in the window she saw she now had a pretty, slender round ass invitingly tucked under her dress. She patted it and it jiggled, slightly. When she turned back around, her boobs kept going when she stopped - they were obviously braless, almost preternaturally unaffected by gravity and just barely contained under the bodice of her yellow dress. They weren't quite as big as earlier, and the areolae were much smaller, but they were still astounding. Her nipples were only an inch or so under the neckline, obviously visible, and seemed in danger of popping out at any moment. "That's great," she said, awed by the sight. She jumped up and down and her boobs bounced around crazily, but they somehow managed to stay decent.
>> Anonymous
"I can make sure you stay covered. Or not. What's your pleasure?"

"Yes. Do it. For now."

"And then what?"

"Let's improvise."

She walked around the corner and towards the door of the store. Her breasts moved each on their own, swaying as she walked. She felt ridiculously exposed, but completely safe at the same time. She was totally unrecognizable, ready for complete humiliation. She was ready to put on a show.
>> Anonymous
She actually had a list of things to buy. They needed rice, olive oil, cereal. She took it out and looked at it as she walked in through the sliding doors, conscious in the corner of her eyes of the other shoppers in the entryway. "They're eating it up," said the voice in her ear. "Especially the women." Sara's whole body would have reddened if her skin was actually visible. She could feel the incredulous stares. She put on a confident smile and looked a young man in the eye. His gaze swung from her amazing breasts to her face, then quickly, studiously away in embarrassment.

She took her time looking for the rice. It was on the bottom shelf, but nobody was there to see her bend down and get it. She sighed, put it in her basket and went on. On her way to the cereal, a lanky teenager in a store worker's uniform came towards her hurrying in the other direction. As he came near, his gaze swung to her and she could see his urgent errand evaporating from his mind. He stopped in his tracks and flushed a bright red. He couldn't have been more than seventeen. Sara folowed his gaze, and they stood there for a few seconds, both staring at her olive breasts.
>> Anonymous
They were really quite nice.

Sara suddenly knew what she had to do. She looked up at the kid and smiled, faintly, putting on her best Italian accent. "Excuse me sir," she said.

There was about a second before the boy wrenched his gaze away to look her in the eyes. "Umm, how can I help you, maam?" His face was a caricature of shame.

She smiled reassuringly at him to make him more comfortable. "Yes, I'm looking for the olive oil. Can you help me find it?"

"Sure thing." He led her to the aisle, walking stiffly. She realized he was probably trying to hide his erection. That gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. "Here it is. The olive oil's right here, on the top shelf."

"Ah! Thank you," she said, realizing that she'd have to stretch to reach it. Before he could stop her, she reached up to grab it. She had to stand on her tip toes to reach that high, and she could feel her boobs rising in her dress.
>> Anonymous
"Do you want me to let go?" asked the voice in her ear. She gave her head a tiny shake, but kept reaching for the handle.

Her breasts moved upwards and out of her bodice, but they didn't expose themselves: the nipples themselves caught under the neckline, holding it up as she stretched. She knew her areolae must be visible. It must have looked as if they were about to come free any moment. But she grabbed the oil, brought it back down, and put it in her basket, then turned to the store worker.

He'd obviously been staring at the unfolding crisis in her dress. He was beetfaced. After a few seconds of tense silence, Sara realized she needed to take the initiative. She went on: "Oh, one more thing sir. Could you show me to the breakfast cereal?"
>> Anonymous
He shook his head, forced himself back to his job. "Sure maam, right this way.." He led her shakily around the corner into the next aisle. He stopped halfway, then shook his head again and went on. Sara giggled to herself. "They're all through this aisle," he said.

She knew she had to choose one from the top shelf. She reached up and the boy tried to stop her. "Do you want me to get that for you, maam?"

"No, I can reach it. Thanks." She stood on her tiptoes again, reaching for the box of Cheerios on the top shelf. The higher she reached, the more her breasts tried to come free of the dress. Again the dress was hanging sheerly from her nipples. She quickly, subtly nodded her head. She felt the dress fall away from her breasts, and her breasts swing free in the air.

She pretended not to notice. The poor boy was bugeyed, staring at the two swaying globes hanging free. He straightened and turned resolutely around, looking the opposite direction. "Maam, I think you should cover up," he forced out. Her plan had been to fix her dress and pretend like nothing happened, but she realized that this kid would be fantasizing about her for weeks to come. She felt profoundly sorry just leaving him like this.
>> Anonymous
She made sure nobody else was watching, then walked up behind him and put a hand on his back. He tensed but didn't step away. She spoke softly, without accent. "Do you want to touch them?"

It took a second, but he slowly turned around. She smiled apologetically at him. He met her gaze and then stared down at her boobs. They shone with a golden sweat, reflecting the store's fluorescent lights, terminating in brown grape-sized nipples. She thrust them a little bit out towards him in silent invitation.

He reached out and clumsily grabbed them both at once. She felt his hands hefting her, squeezing her, his thumbs moving over her nipples. Her eyes closed, she let out a contented sigh, mainly for his benefit. After a few seconds, he suddenly jerked away and she opened her eyes. Another customer was wandering past the aisle. The kid was obviously petrified that they'd be noticed, but she covered up and the customer shuffled off without looking in their direction. "I'm really sorry," she said to the teenager. He could make no reply and stalked off to the produce section.
>> Anonymous
"That went well," said the voice in her ear.

"Sort of," she said.

"Are you kidding? You just gave that kid the time of his life."

"I guess so." She realized that she could have cost him his job. "I have to think more clearly next time."

"But that's no fun. Come on, I've got a surprise for you at the checkout."

"What is it?"

"No telling. I promise, you'll LOVE it."
>> Anonymous
She grabbed her shopping basket and proceeded to the front of the store. Thankfully she didn't have to go by produce again. A middle aged black woman was at the checkout in front of her. She had obviously seen Sara when she came in, because she was studiously ignoring her. There were a large amount of groceries in her cart, so Sara stood and waited in line. As she stood, her breasts began to feel a bit strange. She could tell that they were heating up. They began to swell imperceptibly, and it felt really good.

"Is this.." she began.

"Shh." came the voice in her ear.

The older woman finished and paid. Sara brought her groceries to the counter and said hello to the cashier, who was a girl in her early twenties. As she scanned Sara's groceries, the strange feeling in Sara's breasts intensified. It was as if prickly waves of heat were rolling through her, concentrated on her nipples. Suddenly it became intensely pleasurable. She felt a tingling in the tips of her breasts.
>> Anonymous
"Would you like paper or plastic today?" asked the nervous cashier.

"OHHH GODDDD---" moaned Sara, as hot milk began to spray from her nipples. The sensation was so amazing that she forgot where she was and began to knead herself in blind ecstasy. The torrent of milk increased, drenching her dress and spraying outward in streams, splattering the checkout counter and the horrified cashier with droplets of white. She was panting and exhausted when it finished. She looked around her.

No one moved in the whole store.

"Um, I'd like a plastic bag please," she said. The cashier looked as though she had just lived through the siege at Normandy. Without speaking, she put Sara's groceries into a plastic bag and handed it to her. Sara took the bag and walked out of the store. Only when she was a couple blocks away, back in her usual form, only when her frantic heartbeat had slowed, did she realize that she hadn't paid for anything.

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FIN
>> Anonymous
You could at least post pictures.
>> Anonymous
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"Aaah! My head hurts I don't understand!"

Failed to learn Lvl. 4 Limit-Fap
Pictures needed for successful study completion
>> CatgirlLover
Say, thanks "Anonymous /d/enizen." That was far less story than you said it would be. Very nice. Here's the updated link for whoever wants to download what he has so far:
http://www.mediafire.com/?xnmi1snxmnn
>> kouji
will there be a chapter 3?
>> NBTYBHI2C
>>981739
Author has to get in the right mood for it.
>> kouji
cool, hope there's gonna be some unbirthing, since she's a shapeshifter, great stories, been trying to find stories like these for a while... :-)
>> Anonymous
Hi, I'm the guy who posted the story. I don't want to post much because I've been permanently banned for it. But I want to thank you, OP, because you did a stellar job with this conversion. How much fine-tuning did you put in? The cadence of the voice reflects almost perfectly the cadence of the sentences.

Anyway, thank you so much.
>> Two Become one Chapter 2 Audovoice
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Two Become one Chapter 2. It is like Venom wrote some erotica.
http://www.mediafire.com/?dtt2oxscget

>>981794
No prob author. My pleasure to be of assistance

81 people downloaded so far so it was not all same fag...maybe. (but I don't know if they liked what they download)

As for the effort a few words need special attention like denizen becomes de-neh-zen. Most words sound better un-compounded like boathouse as boat house. A typo or 2 againt to against. And all the expressions need to get changed. Here is my list
mummuhn = Mmm
uhohm = uh-huh
huhm = Hmm
ohoohoh = oooooh
Shih = Shhh
Iheehee = AAIIEE
ohuhh
Ahugh = Aughhh
Umf = Umph
Muhm-fuh
AhughUmf
have not found a way to stretch most words out like yeessss!!! or GGOOODDD!!

As for cadence I really like how the program puts special emphasis on some words like pussy. (it sounds like its got a nice fat capital P) I think combinations of 2 words together can trigger special emphasis. Like "She would thing that it was disgusting and that I was disgusting." -Annie's First Love by AnalAnnie19 The two 'disgusting's used actualy get pronounced differently and it sounds perfect and makes it my favorite line in the story.
I know coming at the end of a sentence can change pronunciations. Some times I add or remove commas or periods for that reason.
>> Anonymous
>>981888

Is that a link to the part 2 mp3? Awesome job on part one, though the software seems to run some words by too fast. Can you change the pitch and timbre of the voice to get different characters?

Also, three cheers for "Anonymous /d/enizen" for one of the best pieces of erotica I've ever read. Please keep writing them, and let us know when/where it's uploaded.
>> Anonymous
>>981794
permaban??? are you kidding me?

MOS = FAGS
>> Anonymous
>>982059
Fuck off and die.
>> Anonymous
Hey story writer, why not just put the story on a site like fanfiction.net, and give the link in this thread? People who want the story can follow it, and bitches like>>981573don't have to stay in /d/.