Bridget couldn’t believe how much Brian was changing in front of her eyes. She had slept
over last night and woke up before Brian did. She watched him as he slept marveling at his
changes. Brian slept in his clothes, no longer feeling comfortable without them. She
noticed that as he slept he tended to fart in his sleep. The chronic flatulence was getting
worse she noted as she waved her hand in front of her nose. When Brian finally woke up
he was almost fully transformed. They decided to look at the changes together, starting
with the morning wood he now sported.
“That’s some tent pole you got there,” Bridget teased.
“Don’t make fun,” Brian whined as he stared at the bulge that tented his pants almost a
foot and a half straight up.
“Thank God you’re clown pants are stretchy,” she mocked.
“Not funny,” Brian said coldly.
“Let’s open them suckers up, “ Bridget said as she leaned in and undid Brian’s zipper. Out
popped Brian’s penis a whopping 18 inches long, but maybe only 4 inches around. There
was a familiar plastic sheen to it, which Bridget could not place.
“It’s a balloon,” Brian whispered.
“That’s it,” Bridget agreed snapping her fingers.
Brian began to reach for his penis. He began twisting it and bending it with what seemed
no discomfort.
“Oh I’ve gotta get this on film,” Bridget laughed.
“What? NO! What are you doing?!?!”
“Let’s face it Brian unless you want to leave the house like this I might have to show
people footage of what happened to you. Might as well start now. Besides if you don’t
want me to film it, just stop playing with yourself.”
“I…I can’t. I have to do this. I can’t stop myself.” As Brian explained himself to Bridget
she watched as he twisted his penis into a balloon dog.
“Ohhhh…that’s cute.” She leaned down and petted it on the head. Suddenly Brian
cummed and his balloon penis quickly deflated to normal size undoing all the twisting and
bending in the process. “Ewwwwww.”
“Let’s just move on,” Brian said embarrassed as he zipped his pants and got out of bed.
Bridget filmed and saved a few times as they went over the changes from yesterday. They
made comments for any one who would be watching to hear. Brian’s “make-up” was
more vivid than ever, and all the edges were crisp. Bridget even noticed a slight red blush
to his cheeks. The two of them noted that Brian’s nose was the size of tennis ball. When
Bridget squeezed it, and made it honk, Brian’s eyes fluttered in ecstasy.
“What was that?” Bridget asked.
“My nose is an erogenous zone now, especially when you honk it.”
“That’s weird. That wasn’t on my list,” Bridget thought. “I guess the ointment does things
besides what you specify as well.”
Bridget then commented that Brian’s comb over was gone and showed his shiny bald head
to the camera. Brian pointed out that the hair on the sides was neatly combed as it stuck
out a full foot from his head and curled up at the end. He pushed on it to mat it down,
but it was no use, it popped right back into place with no hair out of place. They also
documented his hands were pudgier than ever. Brian’s whole body had ballooned to 350
lbs and gave him an egg shape to his torso. His bottom half was just a little bigger than
his top. Brian walked back and forth demonstrating that his squeak was louder than ever.
He would never sneak up on a person again.
Bridget pointed the phone camera towards herself. “You can’t smell him, but he stinks like
cotton candy.” As Bridget laughed at her comment Brian sniffed his armpit and nodded in
agreement. Through out the filming process Brian would fart every few minutes and
Bridget would smile at the camera and fan her nose.
Brian reached out with his right hand to get Bridget’s attention and gave her a little shock.
“Owwwww! What was that for?”
“Bridget you may want to see this,” Brian said to her while staring at his palm with eyes
wide open.
Bridget filmed Brian’s hand as, much to their amazement, a joy buzzer rose out of his palm
and wound itself. Brian reached out and shocked Bridget again. She didn’t even mind,
because she was too busy filming it winding itself back up.
“What else can happen to me?” Brian said as he dropped to the ground with his now
familiar whoopee cushion sound effect. He laid back covering his face with his hands.
“Hey don’t give up,” Bridget tried to console him before tripping over his giant feet. She
flew through the air and landed on his stomach only to rebound right off it and onto the
floor. Brian sat up in shock, as a fart left his butt. “Okay your stomach is a trampoline
now too,” she smiled, “That can be fun for me at least.” Brian laid back and began to cry,
his eyes shooting seltzer out almost a foot from his now chubby face.
Bridget then stood on his stomach and filmed him as he cried. A long fart escaped Brian’s
butt as she slowly sank down a little. He didn’t even seem to notice the weight. She slowly
began to bounce up and down on Brian’s huge stomach, a fart popping out from his
behind with each bounce, all while filming; Brian didn’t even register any discomfort from
it.
“YouTube me and you have a date later,” Bridget thought. “Time to make my revenge
public for everyone to see. Hope my sister was worth it Brian, because you’re going to be
a clown for a long long time. And you’re not even done transforming yet.” Bridget was
then sprayed in the face with confetti as Brian blew his nose and cried. It didn’t affect her
smile in the least bit.