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Anonymous
I've been distilling a pretty awesome fetish over the last couple weeks. Maybe I should write a story about it.
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Sara sat on her bed, still not quite able to believe what this girl was saying to her. The person beside her seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, wearing a loose gray t-shirt, short brown hair and a baseball cap. "See, feel me, I'm just like normal, right?" Sara reached out her hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. She could feel the bones in her arm, the pulse in her veins.

"Ok, now watch." The girl leaned forward and closed her eyes. In less than a second, gigantic breasts grew on her boyish frame, stretching the fabric of the t-shirt. They were ludicrously large, puffing out into mounds around the areolae that were C-cups in their own right, and the nipples were clearly visible, erect, three-quarters of an inch wide. The new breasts jiggled with their own momentum as the girl gently shook them back and forth. "Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue The girl let out a squeak of laughter.
>> Anonymous
I predict win. Please continue.
>> Anonymous
>>distilling
OH U

Looks good so far.
>> Anonymous
OP!?!?!

fucking continue plox.
>> Anonymous
"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, swirling in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun through the window. Her face was similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.

"I can control pretty much everything about myself." the girl said. "Feel the dress." Sara reached out and took some fabric, rubbed it in between her fingers. It felt like fine fuzzy velvet. The girl smiled. "That's as much a part of me as my body or my hair. I'm made of a universal substrate that I can reorganize however I want to."
>> Anonymous
WIN
horny in no seconds flat
>> Anonymous
It made no sense at all. But the evidence was right here. This girl.. or thing.. was a total shapeshifter. "Where.. um, how.. What are you doing here?" Sara was awed and excited.

The girl smiled hugely. "I'm able to get by pretty well in normal society just by turning myself into whatever kind of person I need to. Just look -" She blurred and became a boy of the same age. Her voice modulated lower to that of a man's. "Fully functional of course." He pointed to his crotch where suddenly there was a virile bulge. "Wanna get a closer look?"

"Um, no thanks," said Sara."

"No biggie", he said, and transmogrified again. She became an old lady complete with small, yapping dog; a businessman with graying hair; a tall African woman with bluish-gray tattoos. Settling back in the form of the boyish ten-year-old with the T-shirt, the girl continued.

"I came here because I wanted to try something out. Something I've never done before. I'll have to explain a bit though."
>> Anonymous
The girl continued, "First, I want you to know that I think you're awesome. You're adventurous, you're mischevous, you like people, you have a strong sense of self. I want to help you out. I want.. to give you my service."

Sara was out of her depth. "I don't know what you mean."

The girl nodded. "It's not easy to explain. Here goes. I want to become your skin."

"My skin?!"

"Well, like a second skin. I want.. for you to wear me." Sara recoiled. "Wait. I'll show you. Give me your hand. Don't worry, I'll take it right back off." Sara hesitantly put her hand into the girl's. The shapeshifter's flesh liquefied, spread out, cool over Sara's skin. Soon her arm halfway to the elbow was covered with what looked like a thick rubber glove.

"This is weird," Sara said. "Shhh," replied the girl. "Watch."
>> Anonymous
FASTER YOU FOOL
>> Anonymous
f5f5f5f5f5f5f5
>> Anonymous
The glove seemed to shrink, to conform to Sara's hand, taking on the same texture and color as her skin. She held her hand up in the light. It looked just like... her hand. She rubbed her fingers together and could feel the usual texture of her fingerprints. She clapped her hands and made a completely unremarkable clapping sound. But something was a little bit different. The skin tone was a little bit smoother. The freckles were more clearly defined. The skin tone on the back of her hand, usually a teeny bit uneven with red blush, was a healthy even color.

"Do you feel the weight?" the girl asked.

Sara waved her hand around in the air. "I guess so," she said. "No... No, I can't tell. It really feels normal."

"Well, I only gave you a little bit. I've found that I can vary my volume immensely, but I can't change my mass. Anyway, the part of me that you're wearing has almost no volume. If you want to do this, that's how it would usually be. You'd look and feel entirely normal - I'd be able to support my own extra mass. You might even forget I'm there!"
>> Anonymous
"But why?" Sara asked. She was beginning to understand but she wanted it to be spelled out for her. "Why do you want to do that?"

"Look," said the girl. Sara held her hand up. A quick blur and she was wearing a lady's glove of white leather, long and elegant. "I can make you - " The glove disappeared. In its place, her hand was laden with sparkling rings and jewels. She had the elegant wrinkles of royalty. "- look however you -" Her arm became entirely hairless, pearly white, with flawless, young skin and black lacquered nails. "- want to." Her hand returned exactly to normal. "Think! You'll never have to wear any clothes, put on any makeup. I'll be there, in whatever form you want me to. You'll always be stunningly beautiful. Or not, if you want. You can disguise yourself completely. There's so much more, but I'd have to show you." The girl was honestly excited about this. "Do I have your permission to come aboard, captain?"

Sara laughed. The decision was easy. "Aye aye, sailor," she said.

"Okay, take off your clothes," said the girl.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Since you reel me in like a fish on a hook
>> Anonymous
This looks very good. This Anon wants moar.
>> Anonymous
Sara was a bit embarrassed to be naked in front of her guest, but she thought to herself that they'd be on much closer terms very soon. She threw her clothes into a pile at the foot of the bed. Now that she was naked she felt kind of silly. She stood in the center of the room and held her arms out. "So now what?"

The spunky girl stood up from the bed, coruscating with excitement. She took two steps toward Sara and her form began to ripple, her hair coalescing into a blob along with her body. She locked Sara in an embrace and immediately began to flow along her limbs, between her legs, over every part of her skin. For Sara it was like sinking into cool mud or clay, a cool encasing touch that spread assiduously over her entire body. Her breath caught in her throat as the coolness spread, and she gasped as if plunged into cold water. She felt it between her butt cheeks, under her arms, sliding over her labia. It didn't feel like the touch of another person at all. As it spread over her face there was a moment when she couldn't breathe, but quickly it reduced down to what seemed like her own skin and hair. The whole process had taken about five seconds.

She looked down at her body. She felt her legs, her breasts, her face. It felt exactly like normal.

"Pretty neat, huh?" said someone right in her ear.
>> Anonymous
Sara turned. There was no one there. Of course not, she thought.

"Ha ha, I guess you'll have to get used to this. This is pretty amazing, you know. You've got a great body." Sara felt lightheaded. She walked over to her wall mirror. Her body was the same as normal.. but not quite. Just like when it was just her hand, she seemed inexplicably more refined. Maybe it was the line of her eyebrow - maybe the set of her collarbone. She realized she was admiring herself.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" the voice in her ear said. "I bet you'd look great.. hmm.. OK, I've got it." A quick blur, and suddenly she was wearing an astoundingly beautiful dress. It was light and dark blue in sweeping streaks, there were tiny, glowing pearls strung through the bodice, and it fit her perfectly. It was the most comfortable piece of formal wear she had ever worn.

"Would you care to raise your right foot?" asked the voice. She complied in a daze. When she set her foot back down, she could feel she was wearing a delicate low-heeled shoe. She raised and lowered the other foot and looked down at the deep blue pair. They were quite sparse and elegant.

"We're just beginning," said the voice in her ear.
>> Anonymous
I like this story. But I want it to take a slightly different path!

Sara took a few tentative steps around the room, swinging her arms to check that she really did feel no different. It was true: her friend could support her entire weight, leaving Sara feeling completely free. She sat down on her bed, still slightly dazed by the experience.

"Yeah, it's very neat. Show me what you can do, then," Sara whispered, presuming that her friend could hear her. A soft giggle, and the murmurred words, "Okay, stand up and find a mirror," was the reply.

Sara stood in front of her full-length mirror, still stark naked apart from her new invisible skin. Suddenly, she changed to a blonde woman in army uniform. Sara's arm jerked up in a smart salute, although she hadn't wanted it to.

"You... you can control me, as well?" she asked, in growing wonder.

"Well, your body at least. I can move it however I like now," said the voice in her ear, slightly mischeviously.
>> warbaul
mmooaarr
>> Anonymous
This shows potential
It should be very good as long as it doesn't turn into mind/body control bullshit
>> Anonymous
The dress suddenly melted away and the shoes disappeared, lowering her back onto her bare feet. The voice in her ear whispered. "I can keep you warm in the coldest of winters. I can protect you from the sun and from the fire. You can walk over broken glass on your bare feet. But look back in the mirror."

Sara looked at her image in the mirror. She was wearing a slight set of underwear now, a bra and panties. "Take off the bra," whispered the voice. She reached in back, unclasped the bra and dropped it. "Now watch."

She felt a tingling in her breasts. As she watched, looking in the mirror, they swelled and burgeoned, doubling and tripling in size. Her nipples - with what felt like a constant zing of electrical charge - enlarged into little excited thumb tips, and her areolae swelled into subtle mounds. When they stopped changing, they were the exact equal of the girl's from before. Sara shook her body and they jiggled. They stuck out from her chest in defiance of gravity.

"Touch them." The voice was breathy and quiet.
>> Anonymous
>>975619
Ooh, a split! We should label our branches so it doesn't become confusing. I'll be universe A.
>> Anonymous
>>975621
I trust that the author will make this good no matter what direction it's headed in.
>> Anonymous
She morphed again, in the blink of an eye. Now she was a young black man, replete with baseball cap worn trendily backwards.

Sara laughed a bit as she saw her reflection now. "This one looks funny," she said. She made what she thought was a gang sign with her hands, and said, in as good an african-american accent as she could manage, "Respect, yo!"

"No, no, no... there's no use doing that, unless there's someone there to see," her friend said. "We'll have to find some people and show off to them."

Without any warning, Sara's legs began walking, out of her room, down her stairs, and out of her front door. Just a few dozen metres away, there was a group of four genuine black men, sitting on a wall and their bicycles, looking vaguely menacing.

Sara whispered, "I don't want to go up to them, they look kind of scary," but she continued walking still, until she was standing right in front of them. Out of her control, her hands made a complex set of movements, and her mouth said a string of words she barely understood, though she was able to pick out "mother" and "fucker".

"What did you say about my mother?" one of the men drawled. He stood up. Sara wanted to back down, but her body or its new skin wouldn't listen to her. Before she could try and apologise, he had hit her across her face, a dull pain erupting across her jaw.
>> Amy Fairchild !rj27yeTwAc
I don't like where this is going..
>> Anonymous
>>975564
>>975583
>>975587
>>975595
>>975599
>>975603
>>975610
>>975617
>>975619
>>975622
>>975626

>>975583
>reorganize
American, thus Shitty / Western

And this is CERTAINLY not drawn in an anime art style.
>> Anonymous
Sara was petrified now. Her body wouldn't listen to her, she was mute, and some malevolent shapeshifter had gotten her into an unwinnable fight. She was sure she wouldn't come out of this alive. She was scared for her mother, whom she looked after; if her mother knew, she would be scared too.

But the end wasn't so close yet. Her friend didn't want to cause her too much pain, it seemed. "Yo, brutha, I sorry," she heard herself saying. The other men still glowered at her, but she began to back off, and they didn't follow.

Sara turned her head (finally, some control!) andlooked along the street, making sure there were no more threats. All she could see that was alive was a single yellow taxi cab, pottering slowly along and looking for some fares.

"To tell you the truth, I've been bored of this town for a while," her so-called friend's voice said. "I wanted to move out, but I needed to take someone with me, for company."

Sara's arm stuck itself out and she whistled, hailing the cab. Before it had pulled up, she whispered back scaredly, "Where... where are you taking me?" But there was no immediate reply.

Once the taxi had pulled up alongside her, her arm opened the door and she jumped inside. Still not under her control, she heard herself say: "Yo homes, to Bel-Air!"
>> Anonymous
>>975624
Seems I spoke too soon.
>> Amy Fairchild !rj27yeTwAc
>>975632
Well played, good sir!
>> Anonymous
Wait now I can't tell which is which
>> Anonymous
>>975636

Simple. The three that deal with body control / Bel-Air are the 'fan' version. The rest are the real ones.

This is good. Keep it up!
>> Anonymous
(Universe A)

Sara brought her hands up and grabbed her huge breasts. Her hands couldn't cover even the half of them, and they sunk into the soft flesh. She could feel her nipples pressing against her palms.

"How can I feel this?" she asked. "This isn't me, this is you. So how can I feel this?"

"Mmmmm..." whispered the voice. "I'm always aware of my own structure down to the molecular level. So now that I'm your skin, I've gotten to know your body on that same level. It's really pretty easy to pass on the sensations I feel so that you feel them too. But I don't have to pass on everything.

"Try this out. You can do whatever you want and I won't relay any pain to you. I don't really feel pain anyway, so don't worry about me. Pinch them as hard as you can." Sara was skeptical, but game. She grabbed her nipples in both hands and gave them a huge pinch, enough to make her regular body curl up in pain. She cried out, and her back arched involuntarily, bolts of lightning streaking through her body. But there was no pain. Only a wealth of sensation.

"Ah, ah ha, ha. Forgot to tell you about that." said the voice.

Sara groaned. She was breathing deeply. She gathered up handfuls of breast flesh in each hand, dug in her fingernails, and _twisted_. A sharp feeling exploded in her breasts, like scratching a deep, deep itch.
>> Rogue Nigga !YDujGQLLRM
This is just going to get 404'd like the other win-filled elit thread we had. Fuck. Why doesn't 4chan have a /elit/ board? Goddamn.
>> sinni800 !!5Om6hZkBD3x
>>975641

Because everyone would think he's elite and post dumbshit in it!!!

Well, if it is a selection of elite threads... Like voting for them in the thread view... No damnit.
>> Anonymous
>>975641

already been 4chanarchived, I just went over there to cast my vote and it's got 5 already
>> Anonymous
>>975641
This.

Go to a damn erotic fiction site or something. /d/ is for sharing pictures, nothing more.
>> Anonymous
(Universe A)

"Wow," breathed Sara. "That's AMAZING." The red streaks on her burgeoning breasts were already fading back to a healthy skin tone. Evidently it was impossible to seriously harm herself. The sheer volume of sensation had been incredible.

The voice continued in an excited whisper. "There's so much more. I can't create any body shapes that don't contain your real body, but you're so slight that I can do almost anything. I can make you grotesquely fat. I can give you skin that shimmers with the colors of the rainbow. I can - well, look in the mirror."

Sara looked again at her naked, huge breasted form. A tingling in her crotch alerted her to the next change, but she wasn't prepared for the giant penis that sprouted fully-formed from her mons pubis, erect and throbbing. Every movement of the organ sent shivers down her nerves and through her entire body. She tentatively grasped it with her right hand. It barely fit around the girth, and the burning heat of it was shocking. The sensations coursing through her body were entirely new.

"We'll save that for later," said the voice, and the giant member and breasts disappeared. Jeans and a T-shirt, like the ones she wore to school every day, came into being and fit loosely on her normal frame. "You look just like you always did, but I know differently," the voice said. "Even though you're clothed, you're really naked. When you're naked, you're actually clothed. You'll walk down the street and nobody will know I'm here. I'll get off of you whenever you want, and I'll stay as long as you want. THIS IS GOING TO BE SO FUN!"
>> Anonymous
Does it end with the bored little shapeshifter suddenly getting tired of her new toy, and leaving the girl naked in the middle of school or something?
>> Anonymous
>>975649
Nah man, I want to have Sara hook up with some guy who doesn't know about the shapeshifter. But I'm gonna do that another night.