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Sorority Sisters' Service Project - The Walk of Shame (and Answers)
By Lenal
Note: The answers to the logic puzzle are given throughout this little
vignette, but if you want to skip to the end, you'll find the TL;DR
version :).
Samantha, Wanda, June, Tiffany, and Katrina lounged on the porch of the
Mu Gamma Kappa house, waiting for their ex-boyfriends to arrive, drawn by
the same mystical forces that changed them to begin with.
Zach was the first to arrive. Her dirty-blond hair hung down to her back
and whipped around her shoulders, totally unrestrained. She had a thick,
bushy beard and mustache, not too dissimilar from what she'd sported as a
man. She wore an oversized tank top that barely covered her nipples; one
hand scratched at the curly chest hair that sprouted from between her
large breasts. Several inches of hair spilled out of her armpits. She
wore no pants or underwear. Her sleeve tattoos were clouded by a layer of
soft arm hair that extended from the middle of her biceps down to her
knuckles. Her thighs showed only a dusting of hair, but it grew into a
thick blond coat by the time it reached her shins and the tops of her
feet. Her other hand was buried in the shrubbery of hair that sprouted
from her groin, half of it matted and dripping, plastered against her
inner thighs, the rest sticking out in an unruly light brown bush. Juices
ran down her leg from her pussy as she furiously fingered herself, her
face twisted in an expression of pain and pleasure and aching desire.
Zach looked up, scanning the group of girls, until she made eye contact
with her girlfriend, Katrina. "Kati? Is this--did you--?" she stammered.
"Why?" she finally moaned, stumbling up the stairs.
"I suspect that if you think really hard, you can figure out the answer,"
Katrina said.
Zach grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling Katrina's hands toward her
crotch. "Please! I need sex!"
Katrina pulled away with a disgusted expression. "What you need is a
shave. There's a bathroom upstairs and to the left. Once you've cleaned
yourself up, then we can talk about scratching your itch."
Zach's eyes went wide. "But, but--"
"Or you can stay out here masturbating on the sidewalk until campus
security picks you up, and I don't care how desperate those guys are,
they're not going to want to fuck the horny sasquatch. Your choice."
Zach whimpered and ran into the house, taking the steps two at a time
with both hands at her groin.
Shortly after, Marcus sauntered up the sidewalk, wearing a too-large t-
shirt and holding her jeans up with one hand. Her black hair came to
shoulder-length, and her breasts swayed back and forth under the fabric
of her shirt.
"Tiff! Oh thank god, baby, it's me! Marcus!" she said as she came up the
steps. "Baby, somehow I got turned into a girl! You've got to believe
me!"
"Oh, I believe you," Tiffany giggled. "In fact, I'm the one who did it."
"What?" Marcus shouted. "Why? How?"
Tiffany chuckled. "How long have we been together, Marc?"
"Almost six months, baby girl. I was gonna get you flowers, too."
"Flowers are great, but you know what I'd rather have? A fucking
*orgasm*."
Marcus glanced at the other four faces glaring at her and laughed
nervously. "Come on, baby, I make you come, don't I?"
"Twice. Twice in six months, and that's giving you credit for the time
that you got me close and I finished myself off. And we have sex twice a
week, Marc. I've given you twenty-four orgasms for every one you've given
me."
"Aw, but like, it's different for girls, right? Isn't the lead-up better
than the end?"
"You tell me, Marc. Come for me. Hard."
A confused look dashed across Marcus's face before a shudder ripped
through her body and she nearly fell over, gripping the banister for
support. Her pants, now unsupported, fell down to her ankles, exposing
loose-fitting boxer shorts. "Ahhh!" she cried between quick, shallow
breaths. "Oh god oh shit oh FUCK!" she moaned, before the sounds coming
out of her became less like words and more like noises at increasing
pitches. She bit her lower lip, and her toes curled against the wood of
the deck. She shuddered again and roughly grabbed one of her tits, then
slumped down onto the stairs with a final, sighing "fuck!"
"*That's* what an orgasm looks like, Marc," Tiffany said, tracing a
finger along her torso. "Feels like it's been so long since I've had one
that just watching you gets my motor running."
Marcus stood shakily, still trying to catch her breath, when her boxers
began to tent outward. The waistband grew tight around her hips as she
looked downward, shocked at what she was seeing. A button popped free,
and the flap at the front came open, revealing a thick cock growing from
her groin. It swelled, stiff and proud and still increasing in length and
girth. Her eyes went wide, and she tentatively touched it, unable to wrap
a hand around its full circumference. By the time it stopped growing, it
was over sixteen inches long, its head almost level with her own, and it
was bigger around than a beer can.
"Jesus, it's so much bigger than it used to be..." Marcus said, rubbing a
finger along its length. She gasped. "And so sensitive..."
"It sure is. Why don't you head upstairs to your room and get to know it
a little?" Tiffany said with a devilish grin. "Your name's on the door,
and there's a bottle of lube in the nightstand. Go wild."
Marcus gave her a quizzical look, then looked back at her enormous cock
and went inside, the appendage bobbing wildly with each step she took.
"That's evil," Wanda said.
"No, it'd be evil if I were going to wait six months before I went up
there and told her she could come again. This is just a little payback."
"Shh, look!" Samantha said. "Here comes mine!"
Sure enough, waddling up the walk came Brody, whose wavy red hair came
down past her shoulders. She pressed both hands against the small of her
back, slowly coming up the walk with her enormous belly jutting out from
her otherwise slim frame. Her button-down shirt flapped open on either
side of her belly, and her breasts strained the buttons above it. She
wore blue checked boxers underneath that fit even more poorly, hanging
loose in some places, stretched taut in others, and pushed aside by the
huge curve of her stomach.
"What the fuck?" she asked, panting for breath as she climbed the steps.
"Why did I come here? What the fuck happened to me?" She looked at
Samantha. "Sam, do you know anything about this?" and gestured to her
belly.
"Yes Brody, I know all about that. I paid attention in fifth grade health
class. But it seems like you need a little remedial education on the
birds and the bees."
"What?"
"You decided to take control of my reproductive capacity without my
consent, so I repaid the favor. Looks like I was a little more effective,
too."
"Wait, you did this? You fucking bit--"
"Stop." Samantha said, and Brody cut off mid-word. "No, no, that won't do
at all. You won't use naughty language like that anymore, will you?"
"No," Brody said quickly, and seemed surprised to hear the word come out
of her mouth.
"And from now on, you'll address me as Your Majesty, won't you?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Brody said in spite of herself. "What the fluff?"
She put a hand to her mouth. "Why can't I say fluff? Fun! Friendship!
Argh!" She stared daggers at Samantha. "Your Majesty, what the fuzz did
you do to me?"
"Just the beginning of your education, my dear, I assure you," Samantha
said. "Now, you need to calm down, smile, and head inside. I want you to
tidy up the common areas while we wait for the rest of the new arrivals."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Brody said, taking a deep breath. She waddled
briskly toward the doorway.
"Oh, and Brody, take off those ridiculous clothes. You're not to wear any
more of those boy clothes until I tell you otherwise. You'll be
comfortable naked until we can find you something more suitable."
Brody's eyes looked distressed, but she continued smiling and calmly
said, "Yes, Your Majesty, of course I will," and began undoing the rest
of the buttons on her shirt as she walked inside.
"Holy shit, girl," June said.
"Cold as ice," Katrina agreed.
"Frankly, it's better than that asshole deserves," Samantha said.
The young women waited for several more minutes, chatting amongst
themselves. They didn't notice the next arrival until she was halfway up
the walk. She was perhaps three feet tall, but proportioned like a young
adult woman. Her long, straightened black hair was held in a ponytail
with a rubber band. She had long nails and dark skin, and wore a t-shirt
so large that it might have dragged on the ground if she hadn't tied it
to be tighter against her curvy body.
"Like, omygosh," she said, rushing up to the steps. "Wandy! I, like,
turned into a girl and stuff!" She climbed up the steps with some
difficulty. "And I'm little!" She grabbed her breasts. "Except my
boobies!"
"You sure are!" Wanda said, suppressing a laugh. "How's it make you
feel?"
Devon looked up at her with a confused expression. "Like, I had boy
parts? And now I have girl parts? But, like, I want to have boy parts,
like, *in* my girl parts? Not my boobies, though, my, you know, *down
there*," she gestured to the appropriate area and giggled at the thought.
"I miss boy parts, and being big! But I'm, like, super happy too? Like,
sad-happy?"
Wanda rubbed the bridge of her nose. "What did I get myself into?"
"I got into college!" Devon said happily.
"Go on up to your new room, find something to wear," Wanda said.
"Ooh! Can I put on makeup?" Devon asked excitedly. "I watched like a
bunch of makeup shows on YouTube before I came over. I learned how to do
a pony!" She gestured to her hair and shook the ponytail for emphasis.
"It only took like a bunch of tries."
Wanda laughed. "I'm so happy for you. There's a vanity full of makeup in
your room upstairs. Go wild."
Devon made a high-pitched squeal and ran into the house.
"How long until she realizes she doesn't know what a vanity is?" Katrina
asked.
"I'm not sure she'll be able to read her name on the door to her room,"
Wanda mused. "Shit, I might have made her too dumb for this to be an
actual punishment."
"No, it's punishment, believe me," June said. "The seniors cast a bimbo
spell on our pledge class my first year during hell week. They said that
if we could keep our grades up and maintain the high standards of the
sorority even under the influence of that magic, then we truly had what
it took to be Mu Gamma Kappa sisters. Being under that spell is...it's
like your mind is split in two, and the rational adult part of you is in
the passenger seat. The driver is your inner child, but with a sex drive
and a serious case of ADD. It sucks. Devon will probably learn her
lessons faster than any of the others."
"Speaking of the others, here comes yours," Tiffany pointed down the
walk.
The girl at the end of the sidewalk looked exhausted, and for good
reason. Her long, dark brown hair and slender frame marked her as Carlos,
but nobody would recognize the boy she used to be, in large part because
anyone looking at her would be staring at the truly enormous breasts she
was trying desperately to hold up as they spilled over and around her
arms, like a pair of fleshy bean bag chairs. Each of her puffy areolas
was larger than her hand, and in the cool autumn breeze that swept over
the lawn, her nipples stood erect, each one roughly the size and shape of
a D-cell battery. She eyed the steps with a whimper and sat on the bottom
one to catch her breath, and her huge tits filled her lap. Her whole body
was slick with sweat, and covered as she was in tit-flesh, it was
impossible to see if she was wearing anything on her lower half.
June descended the stairs and sat next to Carlos. Tentatively, she put an
arm around her shoulders.
"Juniper," the new girl said between panting breaths. "It's me, Carlos.
I'm not sure how this happened. One minute I was normal, working in the
chemistry lab, and the next I started turning female, then bursting out
of my shirt and lab coat. I knocked over so many chemicals, but it all
happened after I started growing, so unless they were giving off some
kind of fumes..." She looked into June's eyes. "All I could think of was
to come here."
"That must have been very difficult for you."
"It was! My back and shoulders are killing me, and they're just so heavy.
My arms and legs are sore from carrying them--and the way people looked at
me!" She hesitated a moment. "Plus, I find myself so hungry, or
thirsty...I have this craving, but I've wracked my brain and I can't tell
what it's for. I don't know what I could have been working with that
would have such massive and sudden mutative effects. This should not be
possible."
June laughed as she stood up. "So much brain, but you can't put two and
two together. Come on, you're about to get a revolutionary lesson in
what's possible." She helped Carlos to her feet and held her until she
found a way to balance herself. "And Tiffany has a friend over who would
be more than happy to help you figure out that craving. That okay with
you, Tiff?"
"Oh, there's nothing I'd rather see."
With that, the five sisters and one very confused ex-boyfriend walked
into the Mu Gamma Kappa house, and the door closed behind them.
TL;DR ANSWER KEY
* Samantha's boyfriend is Brody, who becomes pregnant and obedient.
* June's boyfriend is Carlos, who becomes a huge-breasted cum addict.
* Wanda's boyfriend is Devon, who becomes a shrunken bimbo.
* Tiffany's boyfriend is Marcus, who gets a giant dick and orgasms on
command
* Katrina's boyfriend is Zach, who becomes a hairy nymphomaniac
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