The Strip Game (TG)
These whole Strip Game trends that were all over twitter were pretty annoying to me. I mean its totally just engagement bait right? Promising your watchers some lewd images of an anime girl once a certain number of likes and retweets were made. I mean shouldn't you just make art for art's sake? Not for a bunch of gooners online? That's what I believed anyways. But this belief would soon be challenged to a rather... annoying degree.
I was sadly on twitter one night, scrolling through all the slop that the feed had become ever since the Muskrat took over. But I was soon brought out of my absentminded scrolling when I saw my favorite artist doing the very trend I hated, the whole strip game thing. I had hoped this wouldn't happen. But I mean, of course an artist relying on social media would get with the trends. Still, I was disappointed. Against my better judgement, I left a comment on the initial post, proclaiming my disappointment to the entire world. And with that I turned off my phone and went to bed.
I woke up groggy sometime later. I rubbed my eyes. Looking around I was in some sort of blank room, a bright white. There was a bed and basic necessities but that was it. I quickly got up and looked around curious. This wasn't my room. Not at all. But the biggest question was how I ended up in this predicament in the first place. That's when I heard a booming voice, and one of the walls lit up. I quickly turned to the wall, which now looked like a lit up phone screen. The booming voice called out, "TG His Ass! 50 Retweets, 250 likes!" The words appearing on the screen of the phone, but backwards like it was mirrored. I ran up to the screen and banged on it. It was glass, but it was thick. No way I was breaking through it. Wait.... TG?! I could see in the bottom corner of the screen a retweet and heart button, the numbers next to them steadily going up and up. Within a minute or two, the number reached the desired amount of whatever the voice commanded. And with that the screen flashed a bright light at me.
I stumbled backwards, almost tripping over a rug on the floor. I rubbed my eyes, vision slowly returning. But something was off. My eyes felt different somehow. Little did I know yet, that they had become a large, anime style blue, framed by long, thick lashes. My body began to burn warm, and I fell on the bed, shifting and squirming. My black hair grew out down past my shoulders, quickly changing color, overtaken by a dark greenish blue colour. My skin smoothed out, my body hair and blemishes vanishing without a trace, only to be replaced by smooth, creamy skin. My height began to take a hit, my body slowly shrinking on the bed as I kept changing. By the end my height would drop from 6'3 to 5'8. My nose shrank, and lips plumped up, my face becoming softer and feminine in shape and structure. My adam's apple became soft, no longer pronounced. My shoulders narrowed, arms thinning down, losing fat and muscle. I watched my hands shrink down in size, each digit thinning out, and nails going from short to longer and more taken care of, with a manicure. My waist slimmed down, my fat belly flattening out into a core, toned stomach. I let out a yelp as, with a loud snap, my hips widened out into a shapely, curvy size. My legs and feet slimmed down, wiggling my toes of my now small feet.
The whole process seemed to have stopped. I even sat up on the bed. I just looked now like a really feminine boy. But then the pleasure, slowly yet surely, began to build and well up inside me. My face turned red as I felt my nipples harden and cock stretch out erect. My hands reached up to my chest, rubbing my nipples and forcing me to moan in my now feminine voice. There, underneath fat and flesh began to gather, pushing out my chest into bountiful orbs. My mouth forced another moan, fat and flesh growing and growing on my chest. They ended up massive and prominent, stretching my shirt to the max. Fat rushed into his thighs thickening them up nicely, and subtly squishing into my crotch with the warm fat. My ass began to feel similar to how my chest once felt. I let out a moan as my ass began to shake, cheeks flaring to life as they grew in size. Cheeks expanded and expanded, a literal jiggly shelf growing behind me. My hands were distracted, rubbing the new jiggly orbs sitting proud on my chest and ass. But in this distraction, probably the most significantly change occurred. My cock and balls slinked back into me, sounding like a deflating balloon. Then with a 'pop' they inverted, a new pair of lips opening where my penis once had been.
I sat on the bed, a little freaked out at what had just happened but before I could even really explore my new self that booming voice called out again. "Change his clothes! 75 Retweets, 350 Likes!" I mumbled to myself as the number in the bottom corner began ticking up, just as quickly as before. With the desired amount reached on the phone, there was another blinding flash. This time I didn't feel any changes to my body. But my clothes, well it was completely different! I stumbled over on the heels which adorned my feet. Those booty shorts struggled to hug my ass, tights hugging deep into my thighs. The armor and long cloak, I knew exactly who's outfit I was wearing. Confirming it in the mirror on the wall I could see that I was now a perfect copy of Byleth from Fire Emblem Three Houses. I didn't have a long time to really examine my new reflection that annoying voice called out again. It sounded like siri or text to speech, but it seemed people responded to it. "Coat-Armor Out! 100 Retweets, 500 likes!"
Hmm wait. Were they going to strip me out of the clothes? For fucks sake! I had been trapped in one of those twitter strip games! I resumed banging on the glasses, trying to get anyone's attention, but to no effect. The numbers just rolled up and up to the desired numbers. With a bright flash I felt myself move against my will. Instantly, the armor bits of the outfit fell to the floor. And I gave a pose. My left hand gripped my thigh, my right holding up my cloak by a single finger as I gave an alluring wink. I tried to fight the pose, but this time I couldn't move. It was like I was the art now. Unmoving, just whatever the artist decided would become of me.
I stood there for what felt like hours, but it was probably much shorter. I could catch glimpses of the people scrolling by and liking the image. Then that voice returned. "Leggings and Pants Out. 200 Retweets, a thousand likes." Once the voice said that I could move around, but all the clothes that had been stripped away simple vanished. I guess there was no chance of covering up. I felt being on display, ample cleavage shown, as well as my midriff. It was quite awkward. As I moved about my little home, trapped inside this phone, I still caught glimpses of people liking and scrolling on their phones all while I tried to rest on the bed, ignoring my new shapely curves shifting with each movement, along with the constant uptick of retweets and likes. Then there was that bright flash. It seemed the goal had been reached, and with the flash my body moved against its will yet again.
I could feel my body walk up, near the glass of the phone screen. My body shimmed off its tight booty shorts, which was a struggle considering the size. Then down went the tights, exposing my fat rear, that I knew would be on full display for who knew how long. When the flash dissipated, there I was, standing ass out to the world, panties wedged up my ass crack, showing off to thousands if not tens of thousands of people browsing twitter. Inside I was embarrassed and angry, but outside I could only give a sweet smile. The voice quickly spoke out, "Top Out! 300 Retweets, 2000 Likes!" But unlike last time, I didn't get back control of my body. No, I was forced to show off my ass to the world. I caught glimpses of the people liking and scrolling, some seeming to have a lot of effort on their red and sweaty faces. Were they... to me?! Yuck! But what could I do but smile in disgust. Of course, now that the images were lewder, likes and retweets flushed in. But with the increase in quantity needed it took almost an hour of me standing, ass out, for the goal to be reached. And with that there was another bright flash.
While my vision was white, my body moved away from the screen. I felt my body pull off the tight top, now exposing my bra, holding up my tits. I sat down on the bed, just in underwear and gave a bright, beaming style, a hand playfully pulling on the bra strap. And now fully frozen and posed, the white flash vanished, and now the scrolling and likes and retweets returned. I tried to ignore the faces of people scrolling by, but I knew they were staring at me, saving this picture for who knew what, some even just... yeah right then and there. I would shudder if I could. The voice took quite a while to state the next step's requirements, so I sat there pretty and exposed for at least a few hours. "Lose the Bra! 400 Retweets, 3000 Likes!" Luckily in the past hours a decent amount of those numbers had been made, but it still took so long before the number of retweets and likes reached the desired number and... flash!
My body moved while I was blinded. As I walked, I could feel myself unclasp the bra, it falling to the floor as my breasts flopped down, now bare, the cold air stiffening my nipples up. I already knew where I was standing, my hands resting on top of my bust as the flash went away. And yup, there I was, right in front of the phone screen, people scrolling away as I stood there frozen. At least my face showed embarrassment and not some sultry smile or wink. People stared deep at me, I knew just exactly what a lot of people would be doing with the image of me like this, but considering this was a strip game... I knew there was still one last step. The voice responded quicker this time, "Lose the Panties, 500 Retweets, 4000 Likes!" And I was in for the long haul. While the likes came quickly. The retweets were painfully slow. Who would rightfully retweet an image like this on their twitter page? So I was stuck, for god knows how long, seeing people, some even became familiar faces, scrolling through back to stare at me and my pose, my exposed figure. But eventually, ages later, the goal was reached, and that damn flashing light.
I landed on my bed with an oof! I rubbed my head. That was some crazy dream right? But a glance down made me realize... this was no dream! I had freaking tits! I hastily stood up, feeling my ass and chest wobble as I stood rapidly. I wiped some hair out of my face, realizing this was my body now? I calmed down, but as I did curiosity got the better of me, and so I laid back on my bed as my hands began exploring my new form. Maybe strip games weren't so bad.
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