It's a rap beat!... Or is it trap? You weren't surez not like you knew or liked it all that much, you could hear the 808's resonating weakly, the sound getting louder and more clear. Was the CD really starting? Was it connected to the speakers of the store somehow? No - you could feel the waves resonate everywhere, coming out of all directions instead of the speakers alone! You could feel it against your chest - and the beat itself getting more audible by the second, making your bones rattle
Your heartbeat synced up with the rhythm, feeling it run down your body, pulsing as you started to feel uncomfortable. Sweat forming, clothes feeling more itchy, you thought the place was warming up?... But... no one is around? Was a heater on? It seems to match the rap beat, making every sound bounce inside you, the heat pulses washing over your body.
At first it felt like a comfortable warmth, like standing under the sun, but slowly it started to heat you up uncomfortably, your skin starting to feel too hot, and you look down at your arm and hand only to see them turning darker!... What!? Your skin was turning a deep bronze, tanning at an accelerated rate, making your hairs disappear entirely along with the lighter tone.
Fear creeping in, you try to rip the CD out of the Reality Reader, only to find your hands bigger, thicker, the nails growing longer and shaping up. You fail to open the device, there's no way to take out the disk!
"These hands..." You mutter, seeing your fingers getting longer, hands shrinking, skin darkening, going from their original pale, male shape, to a more delicate, female, darker one. Your longer nails failing to grab properly at the machine, only making sounds against it! You give out a feminine groan, your voice turning slightly high pitched as you see the nails shape up better into rounded nails, painting themselves in a pastel pink shade... This heat is melting you up!
You also notice... your clothes started to shrink too, they feel looser already as your body gains more curves, your jacket unable to keep itself closed now, the zipper sticking!
Your jacket and t-shirt began to stretch, your frame filling them in differently, your body shape feeling wrong as you start to grow larger in size, and flatter at the same time. The clothes felt stretched out, suddenly way too small for you, you could feel itchy seams starting to break with some pulling, seeing your now huge breasts jiggle under the clothes... When did these arrive!?
Breaking a sleeve with a pull, you're finally able to notice how your chest started to balloon, shoulders popping up, neck sinking, more loose fabric falling off you and landing against the floor. The CD kept blasting it's beat in your mind, washing over your body. Your zipper didn't make it and snapped loudly as it fails to contain such a big jug, and when you move your hands towards the breaking clothes, you can only stare at the thick hands starting to match those of a woman, dark-skinned, not a masculine hint in sight. You try to rip the rest of your T-shirt out of your body, revealing a torso growing to fill up the space of your stretching clothes, gut flattening slightly, although keeping some plumpness while boobs popped out. They were soft to the touch, and bounced so gently...
You tried to step back, but suddenly tripped with something, almost falling as your pants ripped around your rear! Almost losing balance, your voice comes out in a higher pitch, turning girly... and seeing your pants stretching as your cheeks plump up, feeling how your shoes stop fitting you all of the sudden.
You pull your feet out of your shoes just in time to see them shrink, toes turning more delicate along with your soles, all your masculine traces starting to wash off from your feet altogether! The paleness of your skin and the boring toenails were gone, skin turning much darker while your nails turned pink and glossy as you can stare at them helplessly. Your feet got softer, turning smaller, more... attractive? Looking so delicate yet alluring in a sexy way.
That wasn't the worst, however... You were seeing your pants get thinner and stretch out, seeing a tight booty form inside your clothes. "I-I gotta get out! Why can I take out that CD!?" Your girly voice asked out loud, heart beating faster at seeing your clothing fail you as your pants stretch, your ass pulling down and ripping them, realizing too late your new "curves" meant bigger hips, ripping off the thin pants quickly with a feminine grunt as they surrender too easily at your expanding hips.
Stumbling on your feet as you kick away the remains of your clothes, you nearly fall over, but manage to catch yourself up, palms firmly placed on the CD shelf. However, this gives you a full view of the reflecting surface of a dark, empty CD case, and a view of your own face's reflection, just in time to see the black skin crawl up your neck, slowly reaching your jaw and face...
You can only gasp and scream as you watch your face stretching, jaw and nose getting thinner, while your lips start to look plump and thick, losing all its manly traces to start giving way to much more feminine features, like how your growing nose turned more cute, becoming a pretty flared nose instead of your old pointy one. Eyes watering up at seeing all this, turning almond shaped, with a deep, beautiful black color overtaking them. "No..." Your girly voice gasps at seeing this. You try to open your mouth to say more, only for your lips to plump even more, giving you plush lips, your face bleeding in more dark skin until it reaches your forehead.
Your face is one you didn't recognize... your male features completely melted off and replaced with feminine, caramel ones instead: Fuller lips, wider jaw, softer cheeks, hair becoming thinner, more silky and delicate.
You lose all manly traces from your face, all of that washed down and melted with your skin.
Your back away, soft pale brown skin now naked, large breasts and rear jiggling with every move, with your frame slimming down to even more alluring curves, losing your former muscles and all maleness washing off from your frame, breasts growing even more, sagging ever so lightly, nipples growing plump.
Finally, your panties, the last garment you were wearing, snuck up deeply inside your enlarging cheeks, hugging the crack as the fabric starts straining.
Holding back your growing screams, which are a tad bit hard since, looking below, you can barely contain the huge bulge formed inside the thin, strained, now damp fabric.
Every beat made the panties snap and tense up even more, before bursting open, the scraps getting lost within your round, enormous rear. Your rod was now free, slapping against the small plumpness of your belly.
Whimpering, the beats rattling and shaking you don't let you focus anymore, not when your penis started shifting inwards. Not an inch at first, but eventually, it shifted two, then four, each quarter an inch moving in. Inch after inch moved in, flesh retreating, the pole narrowing at an unnatural pace as a sheath formed over the whole length. You felt no pain, it was like watching an artist trace the tip of the pencil across a canvas. You're left bare, dick vanished. Now the remnants of a shaft and scrotum buried, swallowed by a fat cameltoe.
With a shudder and a deep moan, the cock became an enlarged clitoris, the faintest trace of the earlier meat being left, a small bump in an otherwise engorged mass of fatty lips. Your junk was a pussy, moist and oozing, running and leaking all over your legs, a slight scent emanating through.
Was it normal for it to be this fat, dripping? So wet and inviting? The sweat and feminine musk clinging around your entire body, blending together perfectly.
Eyes twitching as you watch the change down your body, and feeling the pinch and annoying itch, letting out a more sultry and cute shriek, your legs seem to cringe as your growth accelerates, spreading and gaining smooth thighs and calves... You're having trouble keeping your footing together, stumbling here and there, eventually catching up support once again on one of the CD shelves, fingers scraping the cellophane wrapped discs.
Eventually, the itch stopped, your lower body complete: Curvaceous, plump and gorgeous chocolate and caramel colored femme perfection, the type of female ass anyone would go nuts over, or the figure any rapper girl could only wish to have...
"Wait, what? Why did you care about that? No, no wait... who?" Your new high pitched voice tries to remind yourself, a strange sense of disconnection of who was washing over, confusion...
This only got worse when the disk player made the bass louder, causing vibrations in the soundwaves to shake your jiggly ass. A new urge was taking over you... As if you had to dance! It didn't matter anymore if this place was abandoned, the player was pumping you up with music and energy, and this ass needs room for the rhythm, forgetting why or who, or anything else, letting yourself give in entirely on the instinctive urges of the black lady forming in front of the CD shelf.
This groove, this feeling, the energy and adrenaline coursing through, your wide, plump and juicy asscheeks need their owner to show off her moves, jiggling the entire aisle with each drop and raising motions, the heavy booty bouncing beautifully. This tune demands your body, commanding a sensual display, hip swaying from side to side, head following along, your silky raven locks follow your moves.
Heart racing, moaning and humping, ass dropping and grinding, the song controlled your entire senses, not a care in the world as you would continue to have fun, following every motion the rap instructed, throwing the fear, doubt, common sense and modesty out the window and leave just pure, untouched, powerful and dirty feelings.
As your ass shakes, a blur of colors form over your assets, covering your nipples and fat pussy, the Reality Player giving you a full wardrobe change. Provocative garments materialize fully over your entire frame, gold jewelry included: Black tank top, hoop earrings and bracelets, a black cap, and, the biggest calling attention, black hot-pants riding deeply onto your asscrack, accentuating every detail and leaving very little to the imagination, Big puffy Air Max sneakers manifest on your feet.
A thick golden chain necklace forms a solid metal layer around your thick neck, even thicker rings popping on your fingers, leaving their image clear imprinted on the outfits.
You couldn't deny this all felt... Good! Clap the hands, smack the ground, bend over and shake.
These dance steps seemed natural, making you smile, gritting the teeth, closing your eyes and flowing naturally into the rhythm, not a single second where you would regret the decision: Your movements are slick and smooth, every pound against the ground making your massive butt shake and wobble, breast flailing and slamming softly against your chest, everything moving alongside the blasting noise resonating across the store.
So entrenched were you, so busy were you focusing on the sounds, your motions and the rush, that you didn't notice the walls of the store melting away, the machines dissolving, the floors changing, the building getting reconstructed, rebuilt, turning itself into a...