Whitewood University: Meditating on His True Self

Dylan, on the surface, was your typical frat boy enrolled at Whitewood University. He was loud (but polite), he drank (in moderation), and partied hard (but only when it was safe to do so). But there was a side to Dylan that most never saw, including himself. He often made sure the new Pledges were taken care of, and he did most of the cleaning after the parties and his room was fairly immaculate in comparison to the trash bins of his frat brothers. He was outgoing but loved having time alone to relax when the other boys didn't need him to help them with something. But this week, Dylan was alone. He'd split his savings for the trip between several of the newer boys, ensuring that they could go and have fun. Besides, he'd already been once and the experience was...eh at best. He actually ended up taking a pleasant walk around the mostly deserted campus, visiting the other students that had stayed behind. One had encouraged him to try something called 'meditation'. Dylan had been a bit dubious of it, but he kept an open mind as the New Age girl he'd run into, Kristy, had rambled about it. She had given him the link to a 'true mystic healer' lady she watched on Youtube and made him promise to watch it. Not wanting to break said promise (and to give him more to talk to the cute girl about the next time they met up), Dylan had followed the link once returning to the fraternity. Now he sat on his bed shirtless, with some calming, ethereal music playing quietly from his phone. 

"This music will help you shift your reality and find your true self" A woman's voice said from the phone, "Close your eyes and focus on my voice, focus on feeling out any rough parts of your chakra and soul and together we will smooth them into their purest forms. Now, take a deep breath in" Dylan followed the woman's instructions, closing his eyes and taking a slow, deep breath, filling his lungs with oxygen, not noticing how his chest swelled far more than it should have. "And breath out, releasing your pent up emotions, your repressed auras and any other tension you might be feeling. Let the change flow across your body and give physical shape to your inner self" The voice said, and as Dylan released the breath, he felt a feeling of renewal flow though his body, again not noticing that his chest failed to deflate, and instead his body began to put on more than a few pounds as his body shrank, his body gaining more than a few pounds as his mass redistributed. Dylan's pectorals swelled outward and drooped as they became large breasts hanging off a now chubby torso. His arms and legs, not excessivly muscled, were now just large tubes of flabby skin that ended in hands that could no longer palm a basketball. Glossy paint shined on his slightly longer finger and toenails.

"Reach down, down, down to your core chakra and embrace the feeling of calmness that exists there. You're calm, resting, secure in its warmth" The voice droned on, Dylan barely registering as his groin collapsed inward and his penis flipped inside out, his testicles slithering inward and turning into distinctly female organs. "Now go up, to your third eye chakra, your final step in this meditation, and see the world with true vision" Dylan's face tingled as it changed, the chubbiness of his new features filling out his cheeks, a double chin forming beneath plump lips as his short brown hair turned black and grew outward, flowing down his neck while also styling itself into two tiny pigtails on top of his womanly head. As Dylan embraced this final chakra, his brain, his very soul shifting into a new shape while the old one was forgotten entirely. In the conscious world, things were shifting as well as Dylan's new, cutely chubby body became clothed in yoga pants and cute purple top while his room shifted ever so slightly to reflect the new, formerly hidden thoughts and desires hidden deep within his subconscious. Dylan suddenly felt like he was falling into a deep pit as his core identity assumed control.

Delilah opened her eyes and took a deep relaxing breath, his heavy boobs rising and falling and her layers of flab jiggling ever so slightly. She was SO thankful Kristy, her roommate, had shared the link to that wonderful Youtube channel! It had allowed Delilah to re-center herself, the caring, motherly, if overweight girl having been a little stressed over missing Spring Break. But that was fine, she had enjoyed helping out those Freshmen! It was who she was and had always been, after all. She loved to help those in need and it felt SO good being able to be true to that! But still, sometimes she felt like there was more to life than just being a nurturing dorm -mom! It was good practice for when she became a true mom when she met the right guy! Even if she was a little heavier than she wanted to be...There was no sense trying to force her body to be something it wasn't! But she was a little bored...Maybe she'd try to get invited to one of those frat parties and have a little fun (and maybe meet a cute guy)! Polite as she was, Delilah knew that there was no sense in trying to deny herself. In the end it was far more healing to just be her true self!