Pieces of Candy
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Jeff was a senior at Penn State. He had not exactly coasted through care-
free but he was almost done so it didn't matter. The struggle was worth
it too, with his soon-to-be engineering degree, jobs offers were coming
in daily. It was his final semester and he knew he only needed three
classes to graduate. Shame he had to see his advisor anyway. He sighed as
he waited for her previous appointment to finish up. The girl before him
walked out of the office and shot him a nervous smile as she passed.
"Hmm," Jeff thought, "I'd give the body an 8 but the face is a hard 4."
He walked into the office.
His advisor gave him the breakdown he prepared himself already. "Looks
like you need three classes, wow you set yourself up very well... oh
dear." She looked puzzled.
"What?" Jeff asked forcefully, knowing no good news would come from this.
"Well it seems you need one more elective, it seems you are a few credit
hours short to graduate."
This annoyed Jeff, he had taken all necessary classes but nooo they had
to complicate things with a minimum credit hour requirement. Well if the
system was going to screw him he might as well get something out of it.
He had broken things off with his latest fling that past weekend. This
last semester needed to be awesome. He needed a class to guarantee he
could get a different girl every week. Oh man, a different girl every
week for 12 weeks. That would be amazing! What class would have so many
he could woo one after another without them catching on? The best route
would be to go into a class where they disliked him immediately but could
each fall one by one to his charm. "Sign me up for women's studies." Jeff
said as he made his decision. The advisor cocked an eyebrow but did not
bother asking questions, she added the class and excused Jeff from the
meeting.
Jeff ran into the classroom the next morning. It was an 8AM class but he
was so excited he could hardly sleep. He got up a few minutes early to
monitor the potential as they entered. He stood against the wall leading
to the doorway at 7:45 and waited. Girl after girl, some in groups, some
by themselves, flowed into the classroom. He was amazed at the potential
filling the room. He had not seen this many select hot girls stuffed into
one room since that one sorority party... but that was beside the point.
He waited until he saw a position he knew would give him a good starting
point for the first few targets. He strolled in sitting between a very
attractive Asian girl and a smoking hot redhead. He laid back taking in a
deep breathe of satisfaction as he waited for the professor to enter.
To his surprise the dyke he expected to be teaching the class never
showed. Five minutes after class started a short, tubby man waddled in
and made his way to the front of the classroom. He handed a stack of
syllabi to the front row to pass back and backed up to address the class.
As he droned about the course introduction crap Jeff jumped on the
opportunity to look at other potential he may have missed. The age range
was fantastic, plenty of freshmen looking young and naive and just as
many experienced looking sorority girls that would certainly give him a
great time. Annoyingly every time he really gave a girl an inspection to
add her to his mental list the prof would catch his eye and glare. Over
and over it happened, almost seeming like he was focusing on him. Well of
course he was, Jeff was the only dude in this class.
This went on all week. The prof would come in and drone and look at Jeff
95% of the time, so Jeff stopped caring. In the middle of rating a real
gem, face:9, tits: 10, body: 9, what is the ass, can't really see, may
have to wait until she stands up to leave... he saw the prof had stopped
talking and was shooting an almost warning glare at him. He shrugged and
mouthed "what?" in the most belligerent way he could muster. The
professor pointed to him and said "come to my office after class," and
continued his lecture. Jeff almost laughed, he could not wait to see what
the prof actually accused him of.
Jeff knocked on the door of professor... what is his name anyway. Oh, a
nametag, Dr Reid. Dr Reid granted him entry and motioned for him to sit
down. His office was huge. It seemed unfair they give this guy some Taj
Mahal when the engineering professors were stuffed into cubicle sized
prisons.
Dr Reid started, "So Mr Fazen, what exactly brings you to my class?"
Jeff was thrown off by the question since he was expecting accusations.
"Well, I want to know about women and their history and their rights and
stuff. To... respect them more."
Dr Reid nodded wisely. "Jeff, we are both guys. You probably can't tell
but I was quite an athlete back in college. If somebody said hey, there
is a class full of super hotties, I'd be there in a second."
Jeff relaxed, the fat old bastard got it. If Jeff was honest with him he
may even let him stay. "Look," Jeff said, "truth time. I am almost done
with this college. I just needed one class and honestly I wanted it to be
more than just a boring lecture cake class. True, I don't care about what
this class teaches but I won't fail it. So I will read the material at
some point. So can't I just have the good times that will happen on some
girl's own free will?"
Dr Reid seemed to think for a moment. "If you consent to one self-
analysis and correction meeting with me I will let you stay in my class
with nary a concern."
Jeff agreed, "When can we do this thing?"
"How about right now?"
Jeff had all day free so he agreed. Dr Reid took Jeff to a couch on the
other side of his office and laid him down. He had never seen a
psychiatrist before but always thought their profession was a crock. He
could hide what he wanted and tell what he wanted. Dr Reid began asking
him questions and talking about them. It started pretty general but ended
up focusing on his many, many girlfriends. This went on for three hours.
Finally, Dr Reid made a final few scratches on his notepad and looked up.
"Ok," he said, "that about concludes the analysis. I'd say you basically
believe women are eye candy and nothing more. That about sum it up?"
Jeff looked at him shocked, how on earth could he pull that out of what
he told him. He was so careful to tailor his stories. But exhausted and
really not even caring if he stayed in the class at this point he nodded
his head and yawned.
"Well that's what I thought originally but it's always good to double
check. Time for the correction. Don't worry, it will be much faster."
Jeff rolled his eyes. Might as well hear whatever Dr Reid said or take
whatever literature he gave him to read and get home. "Whatever, just get
it over with," he said irritated that his Friday was almost gone.
Dr Reid walked over to his closet and pulled out a large cardboard box.
He dragged it over and dumped it on the floor. "What you see here is a
collection of clothing I have purchased from many thrift stores, yard
sales, and so on. My first step is to just pick out your ideal clothing
for, say, your next brief partner."
Jeff looked at the clothing. He had seen so many girl's clothes flung on
the floor, this excited him. This could be fun he thought, no idea how it
"corrects" me but I'll humor him. Jeff began systematically picking
through the piles of clothes. There was certainly every style and color
for every size and shape woman alive. He found a nice red thong in size
small, he threw that aside. There were many hot skirts, pants, and shorts
but he kept coming back to a little jean skirt, more like strip of denim,
he couldn't get past. It was a size 4, he was hoping for something
smaller but he could put up with a little junk in the trunk if it was
skulped for that skirt. He grabbed a pair of black stilletos and tossed
them into the pile. Next, his favorite part, bra size. He searched for
the perfect size. The perfect size being the biggest size. He searched
until he found a 34DD pushup. This thing was definitely a special order
for a very overdeveloped chick. He threw it into the pile. Last thing he
needed was a shirt of some sort. He found a nice, small, babydoll t-
shirt. It had a v-neck he imagined how the cleavage would fill it nicely.
And even better, those knockers would lift the shirt up showing off some
nice midriff.
He sat back, satisfied. "There she is," he told Dr Reid with a bit of
pride, he had created something amazing here.
"Great," said Dr Reid, "now let me explain how the rest of the meeting
will go. Now I've only ever run into a couple guys who I could not help
but 'fix'."
Jeff closed his eyes, annoyed that the lecture was starting and probably
would drone on for hours.
"What is going to happen, is justice. You, Jeff, have spent your entire
life treating women as commodities having no respect for their feelings
or for even being people. So, to be fair, I am going to make you into eye
candy."
Jeff looked at him waiting for him to laugh, but the laughter never came.
Instead Dr Reid gave him one of his hard stares and suddenly everything
got cold. Jeff looked around to notice he was standing stark naked. He
held his hands over his genitals and looked at Dr Reid in true fear. He
would have run for the door but he knew he would never make it. He just
stood, waiting for an explanation.
As if to answer, Dr Reid picked up the pile of clothing, read each
article's tag, then threw them to Jeff.
Dr Reid smiled, "Oh you make this too easy." He began mumbling some
strange words and Jeff's body began to crawl. He watched as the room grew
larger and larger, and he knew he must be shrinking. Long blonde hair
fell over his face which started aching and twisting. A few internal pops
made him keel over forward then his back cracked forcing him to flip onto
his back writhing in pain. Dr Reid continued the murmur with his eyes now
closed. Jeff felt his ass begin to swell as his hips popped into a more
comfortable position. He sat up trying to keep pressure on his expanding
butt but it hardly affected the rate of growth. A tingle on each nipple
started a warm expanding feeling on his chest. He pressed on them with
his tiny hands but they continued to grow overflowing his grasp. They
stopped only after reaching ridiculous proportions on such a tiny torso.
He looked up at Dr Reid who now had his eyes open but was reading from
some papers. Jeff felt himself drop another couple of inches. Almost as a
joke to be left alone this long, all muscle mass left his arms and legs
leaving them smooth and leaving Jeff weak.
"I'm sorry about those last two effects, seems whoever typed your new
documents mistyped the height and weight. As you know, muscle weighs more
than soft babyfat. Oh damn, they made you too young too." Jeff felt a
strange sensation as a bit more fat covered his face and body making him
even smoother. "Well then, there you are," Dr Reid said looking at him
like a piece of art.
Jeff opened his mouth to speak, his puffy lips made it hard. "What is
thith? Thith. I have a lithp!?"
"And that breathy bimbo voice doesn't concern you eh?" Dr Reid chuckled.
"So here is the deal, I am sentencing you to a life representing what you
saw an entire gender of. You are pure eye candy and destined to never be
anything else. Let us review your magnificent transformation. I hoped you
would pick something in the more... curvy nature. You see, being even
partially athletic could lead you to becoming something other than a
trophy wife. I imagine simply jogging being as... endowed as you are
would be quite painful. No worries though, you will never grow fat and
will age very slowly. You will still be in your prime up to your 70s. But
lets get back to now. I have burned the house you were living in to the
ground. Nobody was hurt, well, except for you. You, Jeff, are now
officially dead. Enter Jess, he handed him the stack of papers he read
from. What you have there is your birth certificate, driver's license,
and all other documents relative to your new life. Jessica Porche Rossi,
notice the stripper's middle name incase you decide to cash in on your
single talent, 17 years old, 110 pounds, 5' 5". In your scaling system,
I'm sure you'd be a 10 all around. You should notice I've left your mind
alone. That is because, simply, I know you aren't smart enough to
convince others you are anything other than the common slut. Face it,
without that masculine confidence you really are just a bimbo. So with
that realization, I decided to throw a couple tweaks your way. Just in
case you actually decide to learn this time through high school and
college. That's right, you are a freshmen here. Your dorm number and
roomate is in the paperwork. I included a nice new posture and walk for
you, notice your perfect butt wobbles so seductively as you walk. And you
do display yourself so nicely standing there. Ontop of that, I added a
strong desire to show skin. You wouldn't want to cover up that goodness
and prevent the males on campus from drooling over you like a piece of
meat would you? You will certainly be attracting attention. Lets just say
that outfit you chose will be one of the more conservatives in your
closet. Finally, as you have already discovered, I gave you a bit of a
lisp. For some reason, people still automatically discredit people with
speaking difficulties, even in this day in age. Combined with that overly
breathy voice it does come off quite sexy. Here's a hint, I wouldn't try
to talk or walk my way out of sexual encounters. Oh yea, that is very
real. Remember those girls who's 'no' really meant 'yes'? Well now your
'no' sounds like 'fuck yes bring in four more guys'."
With that mental blow Jess began to cry. Dr Reid sat back down and
watched with sincere smugness on his face.
"Oh those female hormones. Put your little outfit on, each sob makes your
giant breasts wobble and I am only a man."
Jess quickly and awkwardly put on the outfit as Dr Reid watched.
"Class A whore," he said with a smile. "I recommend you go see your
advisor, again, look in the papers. I wouldn't waste time with an
engineering degree, you will find that is male dominated and will only
end in tears for you. Focus on something more liberal arts. Good news
though, I kept to my word and you're signed up for my class."
Jess stood up giving her most severe glare to Dr Reid, unfortunately it
looked so adorable he laughed. Jess made his exit speech. "Even though
you made me thum theventeen year old thlut, I will thow you! I am going
thraight to the polithe!" Red with anger at her sexy little voice she
strutted out of the office feeling her butt wobble with every stride and
her breasts bounce hard with every step. As she exited every guy stopped
to stare at her. Every girl shot her a jealous look. She was truly a
piece of eye candy.
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