"The f!uck is happen!ing to !me?" Jace looked and sounded like he was hyperventilating, his higher voice rising an octave on occasion. Tom found it difficult to even pay attention to the road, until Jace SCREAMED "!TOM! !THE ROAD!" Tom looked back just in time to swerve away from the lorry truck and back onto safety. He kept his gaze fixed on the road for the remainder of their trip back to Jace's place.
When they got there, Jace hurried out of the car and towards the house. Tom intercepted him on the way, grabbing his upper arm to stop him - only to find that there was very little to grab hold onto. Jace whirled around, big eyes staring directly into Tom's.
"What the fuck is happening to me, bro?" Tom couldn't reply. Jace didn't stand taller than him anymore. "Let's go inside."
Well inside, Tom turned to Jace. "Okay, I don't know what's happening." Jace looked like he was about to cry. "But I think it's got to do with that painter, Guillaume." It was the only thing that made sense. This hadn't started since after they'd gone to see the Frenchman, and if he had the power to turn Stanley Winslow, the tractor-tire-gut with a neckbeard and lack of facial symmetry into a muscled, handsome stud, he must have the powers to change Jace too.
"Take off your clothes," he told Jace. "We need to see how much has changed." Jace complied, desperation in his eyes. He also kept quiet - a sure sign that Jace was afraid, since he ever only stopped talking if he got a scare.
As Jace undressed, Tom took of his clothes except for his shorts, so as to not make his friend feel uncomfortable. When Jace stood only in his boxer-briefs, he turned to Tom to display. It was... a shock.
Jace had possessed a slender and muscular body weeks before, his chiseled, masculine features having been the marketing tactic of all of his former employers. He did not possess that now. He had very little muscle, as it had been replaced by a thin layer of fat, making his body seem smooth. His shoulders were now as broad as his hips, and his pecs looked... flabby, in a way.
His jaw had narrowed, while his full, red lips had only swollen bigger. The blue eyes that could enchant every girl were bigger, out in the light where they before had been hidden deep. His eyebrows were thinner and more orderly, almost plucked-seeming, while his cheekbones were even more pronounced, if narrowed. He had had the face of Adonis, now he had the face of Helen of Troy.
Jace stammered forth: "It's... it's happened down here too." Tom didn't dare ask, but he didn't stop Jace from lowering his underwear.
The huge soft cock with round, fat balls that had sat in Jace's crotch a few weeks prior were nowhere to be found. Instead Tom could barely spot an elevated nub with a tiny hole on its lower side. The testicles weren't even visible. Jace's voice was now decidedly feminine. "I felt them getting, like... sucked up or something during the drive. I think that nub was my dick." Tom only nodded. Almost as he watched, the slit under the nub widened and lengthened, the nub that once had been a penis shrinking to what was unmistakably a clitoris. "Fuck," he panted.
Jace sighed, a high, musical sound. "So, you think it's over, bro? Think I've been punished enough?" Tears showed in Jace's eyes. "Guess it's nothing but lesbos for me now. Could be worse, I guess, but fuck, I fuckin' LOVED being a dude!" It was strange for Tom to hear those same words that Jace would use, in the exact same pace and sound, but an octave and a half higher. He noticed something. "Jace, br... dude, wait. Looks like there's more."
Jace looked like he was going to say something, before he opened his eyes and mouth wide, a sensual moan that made Tom's primal brain tingle escaping those red, full lips. Jace caressed and groped his body, and as Tom watched, he could see the changes happening, faster than ever before. Jace's hips became wider and rounder, his ass fattening up and rounding. The last remnant of his male genitalia vanished as his vagina spread and went deeper. His waist narrowed, creating that hour-glass shape that women still yearned for, and Jace groped around his chest as his new breasts swelled and grew, adding fat and glands, standing full, round and firm, almost like silicon tits.
As Jace matured and moaned, a new, beautiful, incredibly sexy woman, Tom, against his will and intentions, found himself getting painfully erect. Jess opened her eyes, the question not needing words. Fuck. Me.