Colin slammed the mannequin in the attic against the window with all his might, over and over again to no avail.
"Dammit! I thought Chris said this place was over a hundred *HURK* years old! SO WHY *HURG* CAN'T I *Urf* BREAK THIS STUPID *RRRRRERG* WINDOOOOOOOOOW?!" Colin shouted as he began banging on it faster and faster until the mannequin flew out of his hands and hit the power button on an old TV.
It suddenly came to life as static filled the air.
"You know what? Screw it. One of these other guys can figure it out, I'm gonna watch something on this thing." Colin said to himself.
He blew the dust off the old VHS tapes and began going over them. It was pretty impressive.
"Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back on VHS? Predator? Terminator? Who just leaves stuff like this behind?" Colin asked himself.
The misty pink lost soul watching him knew that answer. It was the evening of 1989. A young man goung to college wanted one last movie night with his girlfriend. There was one tape in particular that had changed everything for those two....
"I think I have an idea." the spectre grinned as pink mist engulfed the pile of discarded clothes.
As soon as Colin tried to pop in Ghost Busters, tendrils of forgotten clothing ensnared him and swallowed him up, tearing his clothes away and forcing something tight over his body. When he got up, what he saw was nothing short of humiliating. He had been forced into a neon pink women's leotard with white tights and leg warmers covered in weird multicolored shapes with matching wristbands and headband, and ballet falts.
"Luuuuuucas!" Colin yelled out in rage.
That asshole had really crossed the line now!
Colin realized that his limbs had suddenly gone stiff. His body moved on its own as he shakily, forcibly popped in a random tape on the floor. The TV flicked to the image of women in similar workout clothes.
As soon as the music came on and the workout began, Colin lost complete control and mirrored the women on screen.
His groin flattened out as his bodyhair fizzled away. His thighs toned up as his hips and ass bulged out and his waisline shrunk, his fat bursting out of his chest into two plump, sensitive, firm DDs.
'What the hell's happening to me?' Colin thought as his hair turned bright blonde and grew out im thick, wavy locks. He watched his nails grow long and turn bright pink as he forcibly sat on a yoga ball and gyrated his inflated ass and broadened hips, as the force consumed him completely.... the tight fabric rubbing against those tits... and that ass... it was almost natural for the house's latest victim to start rubbing her own pussy...
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Marin stepped out of the master bedroom, when he heard something in the attic... a song sung by two women.
"Let's get PHYSICAL! PHYSICAL!" the voices sang as Marin walked up the ladder and popped his head in.
"Allo? Who is... SACRE BLEU!" Marin shouted in surprise.
The woman working out in front of the TV was singing along with the music. Her hourglass frame, stunning blonde hair, smooth skin... was absolutely obscured by that atrociously outdated outfit.
"Hiya, I'm Callie. Rad place isn't it?" the blonde asked, revealing her extremely thick eyeshadow and lipstick.
'Zis is vworse than I thought.' Marin mentally gasped as his fashion designer impluses took over.