Duel of Fates (TG)
The Smith household was not exactly the most functional at this point. After the passing of Ms. Smith, the glue holding the home together was gone. Andrew was a struggling middle-aged teacher, and his son Clyde was a wannabe streamer, just getting his start out.
“Really? Still doing that dumb computer stuff?” Andrew said, opening Clyde’s door to his room right as Clyde was setting up a stream of some random game.
“Dad! Just leave me alone! You never understand anything I do!” Clyde said to his dad, not even turning to look at the man as he fumbled with a shitty stream set up.
“I understand perfectly. Instead of working on things that’ll help you with your future you just play games for three people.” Andrew was exhausted from work, and was honestly at his breaking point due to all the crap he got from his students.
“Dad, it’s more than just games! This is what I want to do for a living. I want to be a streamer and that is something that takes time. Plus, it's better than being a tired old man wearing a suit every day!” Clyde finally turned around to look at his old man, a grouchy expression on his face.
“Whatever. Go ahead and waste your life with your dumb video games” Andrew shook his head, too tired to keep fighting it. Clyde was a little upset that his father didn’t understand the appeal of streaming games for a live audience, but he went on with his stream anyway, and it’s exactly how his dad said it would go, a whole three viewers…
Back and Forths like this were common in the Smith household. Andrew and Clyde just couldn’t understand the other, and this misunderstanding always led to arguments on a nightly basis. Mrs. Smith had always been able to have her husband and son to see the passion each had for their jobs, or in Clyde’s case, his wannabe job. But now she is gone.
High above in the stream of the universe, Fluffy, one of the most powerful beings, was sick and tired of all the yelling. “Those damn Smiths from Planet 0771! Always yelling and shouting! I can barely even hear my horse races!” Fluffy slouched on her cosmic beanbag, the Goddess of Fate on her last straw. For some reason the plight of the Smith’s arguing was always ringing in her cute, pointed ears day and night. “Wait… oh duh! This is like, totally fate!” Fluffy giggled to herself. “Well how about I allow fate to take its course~” Fluffy said, directing her powerful energy towards the small suburban house on the outskirts of Scranton, Pennsylvania.
Clyde slumped in his chair, deciding to give up on the stream after the several viewers he did have left. He just didn’t have the charisma, or the money to have a good stream or setup. Plus, it didn’t help that he wasn't a hot girl. He fell face flat on his bed, cursing his dad. He was just some washed up boring ass teacher. What would he know about life? As he slumped on the bed, Fluffy’s powerful, cosmic energy washed down all over Clyde and his room, like sparkles from the night sky. Clyde sat up groaning and could see the sparkles. “Uh? Am I high?” He rubbed his eyes, but upon removing his hands he saw two dainty hands, nails painted deep red. “The hell!?” Clyde shot up standing, his height having slightly changed from 5’10 to 6’0 even. His short brown hair began to grow out a crimson red, just like his moms, growing out in lengthy, silky locks. The more it grew, the more curls his mane of red hair had. Clyde’s skin smoothed over, losing acne, hair, random bumps and scars, to become creamy skin, smooth, but showing some age. “Okay I'm definitely high on some vitamin gummies…” Clyde said to himself, his face crunching up. His brows thinned out, his near unibrow being neatly trimmed. His lashes grew out, eyes becoming pretty, with some wrinkles around them from age. His nose shrank, becoming a button nose, as Clyde’s lips plumped out seductively, some wrinkles around those too, again thanks to his body aging up. Clyde yelped as his neck slimmed, Adam's apple being eaten up, and giving Clyde a seductive voice, dripping in femininity and lust. His shoulders narrowed and arms thinned out, losing more fat than muscle, matching his head and small hands in perfect femininity. Pleasure panged through Clyde’s body, as he could feel much more major changes coming on. His waist narrowed, forcing his pudgy stomach to flatten up, still with a slight layer of fat due to the advancing age. His chest began to itch, nipples perking up and forcing a moan to escape out of Clyde’s plump lips. Flesh and fat rushed under the nipples, pushing both out and out into two really large E cup tits Clyde’s hands of course gravitated to the fat tits, his small hands sinking into the flesh as his body was flooded with pleasure. Clyde’s hips snapped out into childbearing size, Clyde letting out a grunt from the shifting hips. Fat, just as it had done on his chest, rushed to his ass, forcing flesh out of his growing butt, two cheeks growing larger and larger before finally settling on a massive, plush, bubble butt. The last excess fat rushed into Clyde’s thighs making them enticing and perfect for sitting on naughty boys~. Clyde shook his head at the thought. What was going on with his head? He couldn’t stop thinking of hunky men, having their way with her… no him! What?! Clyde’s legs slimmed up, becoming enticing legs with enticing feet for those who love them. Clyde’s hard cock was struggling under the weight of its own boner, so tense and sensitive. But Clyde would have no release. His cock and balls shrank rapidly, reverting up into his body, forming a worn slit, having gone through many Cocks, not to mention a freaking baby! Clyde had to pause again. No way had she… her… him… no she… had had a baby!? But of course, she had a kid. She was a 39-year-old single mom. And a teacher at that. Due to her age, her eyesight became worse, needing glasses to properly see. Clyde clutched her head, memories rushing in, ones that were new and unfamiliar. But the longer they banged around in her head, the more familiar they became. Memories of her first period, her boobs growing in, her first kiss, losing her virginity, college, becoming a teacher, and having a kid. All of it rushed into her head as Cassidy became whole, falling onto her bed asleep.
As Cassidy slept, Fluffy’s cosmic power of fate also worked on the former teens room. All of his posters were gone, replaced by boring paintings or bookshelves, with dozens of books ranging from teaching books, parenting books, and trashy romance novels. Her twin size bed became a massive king sized one, feeling empty without a man in it. What was once Clyde’s gaming setup became a rather outdated computer, the desk cluttered with papers to grade and other various files. The room had fully transformed from one of those occupied by a teenage boy, into a room that housed a near forty-year-old woman.
Elsewhere in the house, Andrew had entered his room, slamming the door shut and sitting in his desk chair, he had papers to grade. So he readied himself for a long night of grading, obviously he had a long drink beforehand. He had a few rounds of his favorite adult drink, Whiskey, before he settled into his desk, looking through the stack of paper, he sighed as he got started with the grading. He went on through the night, drinking more and more to help concentrate, because drinking totally does that. As the clock struck midnight, the room filled with magic sparkles, so shiny! Andrew just thought he was drunk and hallucinating, but these weren’t hallucinations at all! No, they were very real and brought on as a gift. Andrew dropped his pen under the desk, he sighed and bent over to pick it up. As he bent over, his back cracked. Andrew thought this was because of his age, being a single 37-year-old father after all, but instead it was because the magic sparkles were having effects on his body. It began with his height, standing at an impressive 6’3 but shrinking down to a cute 5’4. The whole room suddenly started spinning, causing Andrew to get up out of his chair and stumble a bit, landing on his bed as the room started spinning faster and faster. Andrew closed his eyes and held his head, just wanting the spinning to stop, and eventually it did stop, Andrew opening his eyes to see he’s sitting in front of a high-tech streaming setup, complete with a camera and multiple monitors. On the screen was a twitch page, the stream name reading “B00by_R0se”.
“What is this…?” Andrew said, still unsure if what he was looking at was real or not. Suddenly there was a throbbing pain in his head, the room started to shift around him, along the wall there were LED light strips along the walls, changing between red and pink, looking at the walls, their color shifted from boring black to a more inviting blue. The closet, previously full of boring old teacher clothes, had changed completely. The closet was now full of outfits meant to reveal a lot of cleavage and slutty clothes, the door also changed, it was now pink and on the door was pictures of people, mostly teenagers, that Andrew had never seen before. In the corner of the room a box had appeared, full of lewd sex toys and vibrators, clearly, they have seen plenty of use. Finally, the chair Andrew sat in felt more cushioned, looking at it he noticed it was a pink DXracer Gaming Chair. Andrew was confused as to how exactly he knew the brand and type of chair he was sitting on. Suddenly, the camera in front of Andrew suddenly turned on, causing a bit of a headache for Andrew.
Andrew looked at the camera confused, was this even real? He didn’t know, but what he saw was that he was live, in front of an audience of tens of thousands of people, all of them saying things like “Show us the queen!” or “Boob time!”. These comments made Andrew very confused, as he was neither a girl, nor did he have boobs, but that is soon to change, much to chat’s pleasure. Andrew suddenly felt very relaxed, as if he had taken drugs or weed or something. He looked at his hands, he swore they were getting smaller but that’s probably just a result of the weird sensations he was feeling. His hands actually were getting smaller, to a point where they looked feminine, they got a cute manicure and were painted with bright red nail polish. Andrew stared at his hands, trying to make sense of what he was seeing, he was unaware of the changes moving up his arms. His arms, which look well-kept with slight muscle, slowly morphed to match his hands. The muscle was traded for womanly fat, giving his arms a pudgy yet well cared for look, fitting for a stream queen.
“Who’s twitch page is this?” Andrew said, still unsure of if this was even happening. His offhand comment made chat reply to him, saying “Huh? You aren’t the queen!” “Who let grandpa on stream?” and “I asked for boob time, not ugly man time!”
Andrew was confused by these comments and was going to explain himself, but when he opened his mouth to speak, a choker wrapped around his neck, complete with a heart shaped clasp. This choker squeezed his Adam’s apple and made speaking very difficult. He started coughing as a result, every cough caused his Adam’s apple to slowly shrink and force his voice into a higher, girlier tone, one that was quick to show as he once again tried to explain himself, this time his voice came out more mature and sultrier.
“I’m telling you chat; I’m not supposed to be here!” Andrew then covered his mouth, was that voice his? He suddenly received a donation, $50 dollars, not bad. But they kept coming, and Andrew didn’t want it to end, he adored the people’s attention.
As Andrew adored his newfound fame, he was oblivious to the fact that his face started changing and morphing, His face shape became more feminine, everything masculine being overwritten. Lips? Plumper and coated with lip-gloss. Eyes? They swapped from a dull brown to a vibrant emerald green, his eyelashes fluttering to life on his face as mascara and other sorts of makeup applied themselves to his face. Even his nose shrunk and collapsed into a cuter shape. His face was bombarded with makeup and skincare products, giving him a smokey complexion that would make guys do whatever he wanted. Strands of red then started to overtake his normally black hair, and his hair also started growing longer and longer, reaching midway down his back. Andrew now had the head of a model, but his body could use some work. Andrew looked in chat and saw someone call out “Show us your boobs!”, a request which Andrew would happily fulfill soon enough. His skin smoothed over, losing all hair and blemishes, perfect for a girl. Suddenly there was pain filling Andrew’s chest, he rubbed his nipples slightly as they suddenly exploded with fat, pushing out into two jiggly orbs of flesh, they were big, maybe around D cup, but that wasn’t enough. Andrew squeezed his tits and moaned, as he squeezed them, they expanded even more, becoming natural FF cups, larger than her mother’s already impressive rack. Andrew’s shirt was torn by the sudden arrival of his new tits, but he didn’t care, he had an audience to entertain.
“You guys wanted to see my tits, so here they are~!” Andrew giggled playfully as he started groping and squeezing his fits into the camera. As he played with his tits, his torn clothes started to reform on his body, changing into a slutty pink dress that showed off massive cleavage and was too short to cover anything meaningful down below. Chat went wild with the boob show they were getting, and Andrew was eating up every bit of it. He only stopped once his waist caved inwards, knocking the air out of him and causing him to lean forward, exposing even deeper cleavage, which was now wrapped with a purple bra under her dress. Andrew started moaning into the mic again, which caused his own cock to grow hard. He was feeling so horny, he needed release. He wrestled with his dress and finally got his own cock out, wrapping his hand around it and starting to stroke it, craving release. He moaned and started panting as he jerked himself off, squirming in his seat as his hips, thighs, and ass all started slowly inflating like a balloon, giving him a curvy lower half and completing the hourglass figure that he so desperately wanted.
“Come on…Come on! Show me how much you love me, chat!” Andrew moaned as he continued stroking his meat. His legs became toned as he kicked and jerked around, his feet shrunk and wrapped themselves in expensive looking heels. At this point chat was going wild with cheering and donations, all adoring their streamer. Andrew’s body was almost perfect for them, all that was left was his cock, but that would soon change as it started slowly receding inside of his body, disappearing with a ‘pop’, but Andrew didn’t stop, instead pushing a finger deep into his pussy, which was loose from all the sex it’s endured from fucking viewers in the local area. Andrew moaned loudly and came all over his hand, afterwards he slumped in his chair, panting.
“H-How was that chat? Was that enough for you horny simps?” Andrew asked giggling, as Andrew giggled, his memories and thoughts changed. He no longer thought of himself as a he, instead he thought of himself as a she. And she was Amy, the sluttiest streamer on twitch, fucking any guy she can get her hands on and letting them have their way with her body. She craved the audience’s praise and attention, even if it was just to admire her fat tits.
“Thanks for all your donations! Your stream queen is here to stay!” Amy said out of instinct, but it didn’t feel out of place or anything, it felt natural to thank chat for donations and call out their names. It’s what made being a stream queen worth it.
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