Bryan couldn't believe it. He was fit, he was tall, he was muscular! He had a body he had long only been
jealous of and it was all his, not some crazy dream. In wonder, Bryan ran a hand over a muscular arm and then
felt his stomach. It wasn't soft or flabby, it didn't hang over his crotch and it didn't wiggle when he
touched it. He looked up at Kevin.
"Thanks," he said and genuinely meant it. "This is... incredible!" He had been worried that something would go
wrong but so far things were actually working out. So what if some of his embarrassing traits were exposed?
They disappeared just as quickly. "Uh, I guess whatever you think would be good next is good with me."
Kevin nodded and absently rubbed his own stomach. It felt kind of good to do so and he rubbed small circles
against his bare skin. Under his touch, his stomach slowly began to expand. It bulged out sideways slightly,
then pushed forward. The definition of his abs faded as the skin rounded and gained a slight layer of
cushioning. He rubbed with a second and third hand as it grew, relishing the tight, full feeling.
Instinctively he knew something was inside of him, though he wasn't sure what. But as his stomach stopped
bulging and settled, deliciously large and tight, looking like he was in his second or possibly third
trimester, Kevin had an idea of what it could be.
The rest of his body adjusted to the new weight in his belly. His hips flared out slightly to help with his
center of gravity and balance, and the skin of his chest softened as some of the cushioning spread upwards.
His ass even plumped, just a bit, perhaps to help balance the front and the back. As he felt his pregnant
belly, Kevin felt not kicks but hard, rounded shapes. Almost like...eggs? As the thought settled in his mind,
it felt right. What's more, he felt an urge. It wasn't very strong at the moment but it was there. He felt the
need to birth the eggs inside of him but for that he needed them to be fertilized first...
***
Gwen tried not to look at her claws and tried not to let her growing unease show on her face. The wings she
had just grown were beautiful, angelic and even though they clashed with her pirate costume she had to admit
they were rather perfect. In any other circumstance she would have been thrilled but she couldn't overlook the
paradox of angel and claws. What did it mean? What were her changes making her? She had to finish this game
quickly and win before anything else happened that she couldn't make work.
"Okay, you've got the skin, the boobs, and you've lost weight. That leaves hair, height, legs, and face, plus
maybe some personality. Well, I can knock two out with one stone." Gwen snapped her fingers. She immediately
regretted it, thrusting her clawed hand behind her back and cursing when she scratched one of her new wings.
She would have to be careful until she got used to them, she realized.
Stacy, meanwhile, was growing. But unlike Kevin and Bryan who had grown completely, she was growing primarily
in her legs. She gained inch after inch as her legs stretched into long, luscious limbs. Her torso remained
slightly short but with her new height it kind of worked. Her princess gown, which had gone down to her
ankles, now reached to just barely past her knees. The smooth skin of her calves was on display below in a
tantalizing peek of what was now hidden up above.
Gwen had solved her height problem by giving her longer, sleeker, and most importantly sexier legs. They were
fit for a model and now belonged to once-plain Stacy who looked down at them in surprise. Her skin was silky
soft where her legs brushed against each other. Someone, somewhere out in the audience, whistled in
appreciation. Gwen smirked in Bryan's direction but made a face when she saw his current status. 'Right,' she
thought. 'Let's see how I change this time.'