The Ahn'Ger Stone: Rob Bolstrum, Bully to Babe TG Animation

This was an animation done by TheXtra! This is a character from my Interactive Story (a Choose Your Own Adventure style layout)  on Writing.com called 'The Ahn'Ger Stone', and I've included many of the chapters relevant to the animation. It's a bit of a read, but I wanted to upload something. This is more typical of what I write when I'm not constrained by the size of a caption box; I really like to explore characters and environments and build up a world that feels alive rather than just skipping to the TG content. Still working on getting to a better mental place so I can create captions again. A small portion of this chapter was added by another user (as is the case with CYOA stories), but the majority was by me. This also contains foul language and violence, so just a heads up.

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Hope you enjoy!

STORY

Rob Bolstrum was a massive bully, the terror of Shermer High. He was vicious and cruel to everyone around him, even his posse of psychopaths that followed his orders. He'd been arrested, done time in Juvenile Hall, and was just barely on the right side of the law now that he was back. The police often trailed him, the faculty at Shermer High were terrified of him, and the only women that would stand to be around him were awful individuals such as himself, only looking for his scraps instead of companionship. He was an isolated but feared individual, and while lonely, Rob liked things that way.

Many suspected it was because Rob was very poor. He (along with many of the other bullies) lived in the Shermer Fields trailer court at the edge of town. His mother was a deadbeat drunk, the only person Rob actually feared, and his father had disappeared years ago. 

One day, Rob's right hand man, Jules, had pissed him off. As punishment, Rob had ordered Jules to lurk around the school after hours, shaking down the more easily coerced members of the various after-school clubs. All this while Rob and the rest of the posse were out having fun...

The clock on the wall read 5:00. PM. As in the school day had ended two hours ago.

And yet here Jules was, lurking about the hallways looking for a chess club nerd to extort or some other unlucky extracurricular soul that hadn't made it home yet. And for Jules, it was two hours of a prison sentence he didn't deserve.

"You should have kept your fucking mouth shut" He muttered to himself, "'Man that looked like a kick in the balls, huh?'. May as well told the fucker he was a dickless little fag, J. Good going"

The bully, the second in command of Rob Bolstrum's gang of thugs, wanted to be anywhere but here. But here he was, all because Rob Bolstrum had gotten humiliated by the resident school Amazon, Joanna Ingerman and that little fag Shitterman she had, against all odds, hooked up with. Jules had said the fateful words the moment Rob had lumbered away from the scene, gaining a snicker from the rest of the collected bullies and a glare from Rob. For what it was worth, Jules had gotten off pretty easy all things considered. With Big Jon erased, replaced by the knockout Joanna, there was no one left in in the high school that could beat Rob in a fight for dominance, and Jules had, for a moment, feared he was getting one of Rob's sledgehammer-like fists ploughed into his face.

But the giant of Shermer High had simply shoved him against the lockers, hard enough that his back was still hurting hours later, and simply grunted that Jules would be 'working overtime tonight'. Which meant while Rob and the boys were out having fun at others expense, Jules was stuck hunting down nerds for pocket change. Pocket change he wouldn't even get to keep, assuming he even managed to score any!

In the distance, near the library where the nerd clubs typically held their after school little queer clubs, Jules heard the indistinct murmur of conversation and the slam of a locker, With a sigh that was more of a grunt, he made a left near one of the locked lunchroom doors and stalked down towards the library. He was already in loser country, he knew that greasy little shit Matt Harris's locker was down this way and that blob with tits that he followed around because no one else would talk to him.

Jules rounded the corner and nearly plowed into the green-suited body of Mr. Krazinski, the school's disgraced janitor.

"SHIT" The bully yelled as he took a awkward, off-balance step over Krazinski's mop bucket, causing him to stumble across the hall and crash painfully into the row of lockers. The pain in his back flared again as Jules regained his footing and turned on the older man, who was holding something green and shiny in his palm.

"Woah! You all right, kid?" The janitor said, looking concerned for a moment before realizing who it was. Earlier in the day the older man had been victim to one of Rob's longer pranks, a catfish game where Rob pretended to be the hot Spanish teacher and lured the poor man into confessing his love for her before Rob had pulled the plug. Jules had been there when it had happened, laughing along with the rest of the bullies, and any ounce of sympathy Krazinski might have had vanished in an instant as hate filled his heart.

Neither the older man nor the malcontent teen saw the brief flash of light from the object in his hand.

"Why don't you watch where' you're fucking standing old man!" Jules hissed, pulling himself back together and leaping into the older man's face, "Last thing you need is for me to go report your pedo ass, how would it feel if some trailer court shithead like me got you fired? Then you wouldn't be able to skeeve at all of us little kids anymore!"

"Now listen here-" Krazinski started, but felt a flare of pain in his body as the bulky teen shoved him against the lockers, causing the green stone he had just found to tumble out of his hand moments before he curled it into a fist.

"Shut up! you're such a fucking failure, you should go kill yourself, you're a fucking janitor! What kind of a fuck up do you have to be to end up like that?" Jules shoved the older man again as the school janitor had tried to bend over, reaching towards whatever it was he'd dropped.

"OW! Kid, stop!" The old man croaked as his back flared in pain as he felt his spine collide with the latch of one of the lockers. He wanted to hit the little punk in front of him, dunk his head in the dirty mop water and teach the boy a lesson in respect, but that would surely get him fired. He'd already had to speak with the Superintendent, Andrew Chandler, about the rumors floating around school, he was already on thin ice. Just let the kid go, get that strange gemstone back, and then get back to work...

But Mr. Krazinski had no chance, as Jules's head snapped downward as the bully spotted the gemstone as it glimmered oddly in the artificial light from the overhead florescent bulbs, like there was something inside that was twisting the light and flashing it into his eye. Whatever it was, Jules swooped a hand down and grabbed the teardrop shaped object in his hand, despite the graon of protest from the janitor.

"Fine, but this is your 'in the fucking way' tax! You want it back, you can give me fifty bucks" Jules sneered. He didn't actually know if the object in his hand was worth anything, but the janitor had seemed interested in it. If he didn't get anything out of the bag of bones in front of him, he could just go pawn it, or just toss it in the trash if it was some fake plastic shit. Whatever it was, he wasn't giving it back.

The janitor simply stared at Jules for a moment, then Jules's closed fist before muttering something under his breath, turning back to his mop bucket and pretending like the bully wasn't there.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Good fucking night" Jules said, turning and stomping down the hallway, the confrontation having given him a much needed boost of energy and confidence and he strolled towards the library. He opened his palm to look at the thing he'd stolen; a shiny green teardrop that sat over another teardrop that looked like...gold? Whatever it was, Jules immediately knew that it was some kind of jewelry. Maybe the janitor was some kind of crossdressing faggot, or maybe one of the rich girls had dropped it earlier in the day, either way Jules had pawned enough jewelry that he knew it was worth something.

'Just need to keep it under wraps. Rob'll kick my ass and take all of it if he finds out' A thought fluttered darkly in his mind, and Jules clenched his fist tight again. And it was something Bolstrum would do, as far as the much larger bully was concerned, Jules was here under orders, which meant most of the spoils belonged to the red haired behemoth that was his 'friend'.

"Fucking Bolstrum" Jules muttered as he came to a stop near the library bathrooms. He could hear the muted voices of nerds and other losers filtering out from the double doors and from at least one other classroom. He'd hide out in the men's and jump the little pricks as they wandered in. Jules would have done to the same to the girls bathroom but Rob had, for some dumb reason, a strict 'no touching girls' plicy that he made sure every single one of the his 'friends' followed.

'And maybe that's your whole fucking problem Robbie' The bully muttered as he sauntered into the final stall and took a seat to wait for his first victim, 'Maybe if you were such a gyno you could have knocked Ingercunt on her ass a long time ago. We'd all be sitting pretty then. But no no, you just let her walk all over you, now I'm sitting here on a fucking toilet!'.

Jules never saw the flicker of light between his fingers as he leaned back and closed his eyes.

He really, really wanted a smoke, but the smell would tip the geeks off and then he'd have nothing to show for it. So instead he simply sat there in silence, listening to the dull murmur of conversation from the nearby clubs and thinking about his situation and how unfair it was. He, oddly enough, started to feel a little lonely on his cold throne. The geeks, even if they were all losers, at least stuck together and seemed like they were having fun, yet Jules was all alone, his 'friends' (if he could even call them that) were elsewhere, probably making fun of him instead of actually missing his presence. He had had friends once when he was a kid. But that was a long time ago, before he and his dad had moved to Shermer after his mom died. They'd ended up in the trailer court where he'd met Rob, the sad, lonely kid falling under Rob's influence (largely due to not wanting to be on the receiving end of the larger boy's threats). Before long Jules was the first of Rob's growing gang of thugs, and his dad was too sad and drunk to even notice the boy wandering down the wrong life-path.

Jules shook his head to get rid of the existential thoughts and instead wondered if, given her little boytoy was a geek, if Joanna Ingerman was in one of those rooms, and how great it would be to get the benefits of being one of the rich girl's friends.

The bully felt a strange tightness in his chest. It felt like he was angry, maybe even jealous of the nearby students? Either way, Jules didn't like the feeling, and was honestly a little confused as to where it was coming from. He gave the bathroom stall a pound with his fist, unaware of the small, steady glow within it now to get the weirdness out of his system as he grunted;

Jules sat alone on the toilet, Rob's enforcer having been banished from their group for the time being and sent to prey on the geeks in their little after school clubs. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts, of how he felt friendless, the only person in the group that he counted as a 'friend' was Rob, who was more like his boss. The rest of the bullies were assholes, other dead-enders in life whose futures were most likely dotted with long stretches of jail and prison time, much like any future Jules hoped to have if he continued down the path of being Rob Bolstrum's errand boy.

A giggle of laughter from two indistinct female voices floated into the restroom and Jules felt a throb of pain as the hard, cold toilet seat grew even more uncomforatble.

Rob. Everything that had gone wrong with his life so far seemed to have stemmed from Jules association with the cruel neanderthal. And it wasn't as though he could say anything to Rob without either getting further 'punished' like he was being now or worse...getting the absolute crap knocked out of him by Rob's fists. Was Jules just meant to suffer? To forever serve at the whims of the larger, more powerful boy until one of them ended up moving away, in prison or worse, dead? A dark thought entered his mind, about how much Rob had been drinking since they'd been doing jobs for Alexander Ingerman, Joanna Ingerman's little brother. Maybe if Jules got Rob shitfaced and the gorilla tried to drive back to the trailer park...

"Jesus, what the hell am I even thinking?" Jules hissed to himself. He may have been angry at Rob but that wasn't any excuse to want him dead! But then then the conversation from the giggling girls swam into focus as they grew closer to the restrooms.

"Girl you HAVE to show him who's boss! You're the one in charge! Tell him that he's got a choice; he can either buy you whatever you want, of YOU can get another boyfriend!" Came a voice that Jules immediately recognized; Gloria Vanapolous, the 'bitch' of the high school's cheerleading team. She was hot, sort of rich, and everyone knew she was crazy. About the only person that seemed to stand her was her boyfriend, and even that seemed like a stretch at times.

And you knew it was bad when the bullies occasionally felt sympathy for her long suffering boyfriend Tom Ackerton, even if the sports star liked to stick his face into other people's business. Like Rob's.

"Just because YOU like drama doesn't mean I like it, Gloria! He doesn't have to pay for everything I just thought it'd be a nice gesture!" Another feminine voice said, clearly annoyed. Jules only vaguely recognized it, but it had the tell-tale accent of another cheerleader. The sounds of clicking footsteps stopped for a moment and Jules heard the -clunk- of the water fountain's pressure bar being activated, followed by the gurgle of water as one of the girls was clearly getting a drink.

"That's why you never get good boyfriends Courtney! Meanwhile I can get Tom to do whatever I want!" Gloria said, her voice haughty and very 'bolier than thou'.

"Is that why he said he wished he had a better girlfriend this morning after Joanna beat up Rob Bolstrum?" Courtney said, her voice filled with smugness as the sound of clicking heels resumed down the hallway.

"Bitch! How fucking dare you! I'll-" Gloria's harpy shriek of a voice faded into echoed indistinctness as the two girls passed the bathrooms.

Jules couldn't help but smile despite the weird tightness in his chest. Gloria Vanapolous was such a bitch and everyone knew it and it was good that at least he wasn't the only one getting dunked on by his so-called 'friends'. But if there was ever someone that embodied #Firstworldproblems it was Gloria. The raven-haired former queen of the school liked to flaunt her family's upper middle class wealth, and before the shift in reality that had changed Jonathan Ingerman into Joanna Ingerman, had been the richest chick in Shermer and liked EVERYONE at school to know it. But even after the change she still liked to let others know that she was better than them, but this time, without having to play second fiddle to the infinitely more wealthy and the infinitely more kind Joanna, Gloria clearly couldn't get away with as much as she did before.

And Jules definitely thought she could stand to be knocked down a few more pegs. It was nice to see, or at least hear, someone who deserved it getting dunked on by their so-called friends. If only Jules could do that to Rob...But again the idle thought passed as the bitter tightness in his chest squeezed tighter.

"What is this, fuckin' anxiety?" Jules hissed and gave the bathroom stall a pound with his fist, unaware of the small, steady glow in his tightly closed fist. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be out having fun or home relaxing, but no no, here he was because Rob was more than capable of bossing him around, force him to continue being at school after hours and having to hear Gloria Vanapolous's stuck up bratty thoughts.

He grunted in pain as his fist struck the metal latch of the stall door and he recoiled, frowning at the peeled skin.

"Fuckin' great" he hissed. And that was when he muttered the words...

Jules shook his wounded fist in the air and closed his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh, unaware of the green glow that was beginning to show through the cracks of his fingers as he thought about how much he didn't want to be here, about how much he wished that he could just tell Rob what he really thought of him and their 'friendship.

Leaning back in the toilet and staring up at the spackled ceiling of the bathroom, Jules closed his eyes and muttered "I wish I could boss Rob around for a change!"

And with that, the magic built up within the Ahn'Ger Stone released, altering the tapestry of reality and whisking the teenage bully off the toilet and away from the high school entirely, depositing him gently in a seated position on the edge of his bed, in the tiny room of the tiny trailer that he called home.

Jules's first reaction to being magically transported back to his home was to immediately fall backwards, the cold stainless steel of the toilet's flusher no longer there to serve as a somewhat painful backrest.

"Shit!" Jules cried out in surprise, his eyes snapping open and his arms flailing wildly as he slipped backwards onto his mattress, the bed frame creaking as it normally did as he settled his mass upon it. And the Stone, released from it's fleshy cage as Jules hands scrambled for purchase, sailed free and bounced off the wall, landing on the un-made blue sheets that covered it's owner's (for the moment) bed. The boy lay there for a moment, stunned at what had just happened as he recovered his bearings.

"I'm...what the hell!" Jules whispered as he saw and smelled the familiar scents of his room, the faded Metallica poster on his closet door, the dated wood paneling that covered the rest of his room, the tiny TV and PS2 on the coffee table at the end of his single occupant bed that was hooked up to it but rarely used, the remnants of a past life.

Jules could do little more than blink in stunned silence at what had just transpired. How did he get from the school back to home? Had..had he mixed up his cigarettes again and grabbed the one with the weed? Was the weed bad? Maybe he hallucinated or blacked out or something and wandered home...Jules fished the pack out of his pocket and stared at it in suspicion.

But that was when he became aware of the figure standing in the door way to the little-more-than-a-closet bedroom. The fading rays of sunlight as the ball of fire slipped behind the trees at the edge of the trailer court and caught their hair, making it shine a fiery, and familiar, red that caught his eyes, and Jules's head snapped to the intruder, his eyes going even wider as he realized who it was.

Was that Rob? Wait...no way!

Jules stared at the curvy figure in his doorway, red hair set ablaze by the last rays of the sun. His eyes locked on the red hair first, and his gut reaction was simply to blurt out "ROB!?". But then his brain caught up with his eyes, and he could see that the person at his bedroom door was most certainly NOT the hulking goliath that treated him like a slave.

Her feet were small, covered in a pair of sandals. Her legs seemingly went on for MILES until they reached a pair of jean shorts that looked like they barely fit on her wide hips, and something in her exposed belly button sparkled in the coming twilight. A pair of breasts large enough to rival Joanna Ingerman's pressed against the strained fabric of a white tank top that did very little to hide anything from the imagination, and two slender arms topped by red nails, one hand resting on her incredible hips while another one was pressed against the door frame. From her amble torso rose a shapely, slender neck that was topped by a stunning face that carried a pair of plump, kissable lips, a cute nose, a pair of glittering green eyes, high cheekbones and of course, a mane of fiery red hair that fell across her shoulders and down her back.

Having gotten his attention, the girl gave Jules a smile and took a few steps into the tiny room, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with each minx-like step and pendulum sway of her hips until she was standing in front of Jules, her incredibly glory of sexy femininity on display for the down on his luck bully to view.

Jules felt his jaw go slack as he took her in, and felt his cock begin to stiffen and rise painfully against the threaded confines of his underwear and black jeans. This girl...no, this WOMAN was easily the redheaded version of Joanna Ingerman. And maybe a little more trashy, as she carried herself with a more casual ease than the refined poise that the blonde haired Amazon did. But there was something about her something...off, that sent a warning bell off in his head. Where had she come from?

'Oh, oh no fucking way!' Jules thought as he suddenly remembered that weird stone, but any further thought was blasted from his mind as the woman in front of him leaned over, giving Jules a look into the grand canyon of cleavage, and with a single finger reached out under his slack mouth and pressed it shut, her silky smooth skin shooting through him like an electric shock.

And then she began to speak.

Jules was practically drooling over the sexy redheaded woman that was bent over in front of him, her massive cleavage almost beckoning him to bury his face in it's soft embrace. And then she touched him, pressing his slack jaw closed with her fingers and her smooth flesh sent an electric shock through his body as both rows of teeth softly clicked against each other. And then she smiled again, her large lips splitting to reveal perfect teeth.

Jules felt his member poking painfully against the restricting fabric of his boxers and jeans, and he swallowed with an audible gulp. He began to reach out towards her, to pull her in tight... But then the smile on her face vanished and she suddenly pulled away, clumsily stumbling over herself until she collided with the cheap sliding doors that hid Jules's closet from view. She looked at Jules as if seeing him for the first time, her sculpted brow furrowing in confusion before she looked down at herself, her tiny hands shooting up to cradle the massive breasts that now hung off her form. It didn't take more than a second for her face to turn from confusion to fear and rage as she screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK" She screeched, her hands releasing her breasts and pulling at the skimpy clothes that barely covered her new form. She backed further into the closet door, pressing her full weight against it and the cheap plastic and metal snapped, causing her to let out another screech of fear as she tumbled backwards into the closet. A red-tipped hand grabbed the single rod that held up Jules's rather meager wardrobe, but instead of saving her it simply snapped from the wall and collapsed upon her, burying her in an assortment of t-shirts and jeans.

There was a moment of silence as both Jules and the woman were too stunned to speak, but then the redhead was clawing her ways out of the pile of clothes, fighting against her own sensual bulk and the forest of hangers and fabric. Jules cautiously held out a hand and without hesitation the woman took it and pulled herself upwards with a feminine grunt and a surprisingly strong tug, pulling herself to her feet and Jules directly into her, his face finally colliding with her massive tits.

There was another moment of silence as Jules's mind definitely came to the conclusion that this was the best feeling ever, and then the feeling was replaced with pain as the woman pushed him away and socked him straight in the gut with a tiny but furious fist.

"Get the FUCK off me, J!" She growled. It was clearly meant to be intimidating but her husky voice made it sound almost sexual, not that the dark haired boy cared too much, the punch to the stomach knocking the air out of his lungs and causing him to collapse backwards onto his bed.

"Why the FUCK am I a chick!? Why the FUCK am I in your house!? Where the hell are the other guys!? Are they chicks too!? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!?" She barked as Jules gasped for air, writhing on the bedspread and curling his sheets into a ball, the forgotten Ahn'Ger Stone finding itself becoming entombed in the cheap fabric.

"Guh!" Was all Jules could manage, but that didn't satisfy the redhead as she grabbed him by the cuff of his shirt and hauled him upright as he wheezed, air re-entering his lungs.

"You better have a answer for me, shitnugget, or I'll kick your fucking ass like I should have done this morning!" She hissed, spinning him around in the small space and glaring up at him with a pair of emerald green eyes as her gorgeous face, twisted in anger and rage though it may have been, filled Jules's vision.

"This morning? Wait, OH SHIT, ROB!?" Jules swore as realization hit him like another fist to the gut. He tried to step backwards but there was simply no room, no way to escape from the angry beauty that was glaring at him in a VERY familiar way.

"Who the hell else would it be, shithead?" Rob said, palming Jules in the face and smushing his features, making his still semi-hard cock tingle at the touch of how good Rob's new skin felt. The changed bully himself scooted, as best that he could without bumping his enormous rack against the other teen, towards the bedroom door where there was a little more room. Finally free of the tight confines, Rob looked down at himself again, staring into the cleavage he now possessed.

"Holy shit" He whispered, pushing the long strands of silky red hair that fell in front of his vision and pooled on the soft tissue that stuck out from his body like a pair of mountains. He stared at how tiny his hand was, how slender his tattooed arms were, the lack of bulging muscle, the lack of scars or forests of hair. The red nail nails that tipped fingers that looked as skinny as toothpicks. Rob used those small hands to cup his breasts, feeling the heavy weight of their fatty mass lessen for a moment as they filled and spilled over hands that could once palm basketballs with little effort.

There was a tingle in his new nipples that shot through his body and ended in the void between his legs, a sudden feeling of excitement, a brief feeling of warmth that exploded, and he let go of his new breasts immediately, watching as their personal physics jiggled with the return of gravity. This was real. This was actually happening. And the worst part was that despite the fact he was in a body that was the exact opposite of his own and should have felt completely alien...But it felt completely normal. Or rather, it didn't feel as different as it should have.

"I gotta see this" He whispered, turning on a corked heel and rushing out the bedroom door at the door, pausing for just a moment to look at Jules over his shoulder and past the waterfall of red hair, his eyes widening as he quickly raced through the door and turned left, taking a handful of minced steps until he was in the trailer's single bathroom. He fumbled for the light-switch, banging his nails painfully against the wall and hard plastic before they found purchase on the switch, flipping it up and the tiny room, not much larger than Jules's own, was lit in a faded yellow.

"Ohmygod" Rob gasped as he saw his reflection in the mirror. It was no wonder Jules had been looking at him like that when he'd finally come too after...whatever had happened. He was in the body of a walking wet dream. His mane of hair was silky smooth, and a deep lush red, redder than his original hair had ever been, and it was EVERYWHERE. It hung down to his round, small shoulders and down his back, it was on his massive boobs. The former man had only ever had buzzcuts, and he routinely beat up what he saw as 'faggy little punks' that wore their hair long, or in those fucking awful manbuns.

And his boobs. They were even more enormous than they looked from his first person perspective, pressing against the white tank top he now wore as it the fabric was just painted on. His stomach was taught and toned, just the hint of muscle and a fucking naval piercing? He touched it gently and immediately recoiled at the foreign object that was attached to his new body. His arms were decked out in full sleeve tattoos, roses and thorns and bleeding hearts.

'At least it's nothing too girly' He thought to himself, mourning the loss of his muscles. This new body wasn't completely just boobs and the new massive ass and hips that strained the tiny shorts he now wore, but it was little more than superficial. If it wasn't for how...punky, he looked, Rob could have easily mistaken his new body to belong to a cheerleader. He threw a look to Jules, who was now standing in the hallway staring at him, and not completely with concern.

It sent a shiver through Rob's body and caused the various attractive fat to jiggle once more as he turned away, looking closer into the mirror at his new face. It lacked the scars, the stubble, his cheekbones were high, his nose looked smaller, and his wide eyes glittered green at he stared at himself. He reached up and felt his new face, running a ringer along the plump red lips that had replaced his near permanent snarled ones.

"You...you sorta look like that chick from the giant shark movie" Jules said with some hesitation. Rob turned to look at his lackey again, confusion on his face.

"The Asian chick? Think you need to have your eyes checked, fucko" He snorted, though it came out as more of a huff as he turned back to his reflection, cautiously running his hands over his curves as he turned slowly in front of the tiny mirror.

"Not her, the white chick that had the short hair! I think she plays Batwoman? Shit what was her name?" Jules said, stumped.

"Isn't she supposed to be a dyke?" Fuck, that's the last fucking thing I need right now" Rob groaned, and immediately regretted how sexy it sounded in his new voice. Fuck, why did everything he do turn out sexy!?

Jules was about to respond when he heard the front door to the trailer slam.

"Im home. Picked up a shandwich" A gruff, slurred voice called out. Jules's eyes went wide. "Oh shit, dad's home! Uh, just, uh maybe hide or something?" He hissed to Rob as he started down the hallway, not noticing Rob's new body suddenly go stiff and those angry green eyes cloud over.

"Hey, dad!" Jules called out to his dad, who was stumbling into the small kitchen area, setting a McFly's takeout bag on the counter as he pulled open the fridge door and pulled out a six pack of Brier's, the local cheap beer.

"Hey Mr. Harper!" Came a voice from behind him, and Jules turned to see Rob standing there, grinning like a moron with his new teeth, a tiny hand raised timidly behind Jules's shoulder. Wait, why did his eyes look so weird?

"Heeeey Bobbi! You should have told me sche was gonna be here, boy. Would have got her a burger too" Frank Harper said as he looked towards his son and his girlfriend, feeling a pang of envy that somehow, his son had managed to hook up with one of the most attractive girls in town.

Jules just blinked in confusion. Why was Rob acting like that? What was going on!?

Jules spared a look at his erstwhile leader who, currently, was hiding behind him, bountiful breasts squashing into the lackey’s back. One delicate hand was raised above Jules’s shoulder in a cute wave, and the other was gradually curling its way across his waist like an affectionate, vine-clad python.

Desperately, he tried to put the smooth softness out of his head and think of an excuse. “Y-yeah, Dad, we were just gonna—!” Rob tightened his grip, an extremely contented hum escaping his lips. “G-get out of here.”

“Aw, but Juulee,” whined the currently-bodacious figure. “I thought we could stay in tonight...” A red-tipped finger traced a circle on his back and Jule’s breath caught in his throat. What the fuck was Rob doing?

His dad looked from his son to the girl practically hanging off of him, and back to his son again. Paternal instincts long-unused started to stir and, after heaving a heavy sigh that stunk of booze, he started to lope to their little nook of a TV room.

“Think I’ll watch the afterschhow now,” he called over his shoulder, throwing in a bloodshot wink for good measure. “Earsh ain’t workin’ sho good, so gonna have to turn the knob real high.”

Rob giggled — giggled! — as the plywood door slammed shut behind his dad. As promised, the muffled static pop of the CRT turning on slunk out through the doorjamb, the sports-network noises that followed loud enough to shake the trailer.

“Let’s get some food in you before the happy ending!” chirped Rob, sauntering over to the small table after snagging the McFly’s bag. Jules stared at the swaying denim bulges, mind racing. This… wasn’t Rob. Fuck, this wasn’t anyone he knew, this was a wet dream on two long legs! What did dad call her? Bobbi?

“C’mon, siddown!” The redhead tapped the fraying upholstery of the dinner table’s bench, half a greasy cheeseburger in her other hand. “We can share!”

Jules complied, awkwardly sidling into the squeaky seat and next to the jubilant bombshell. Yup. This felt real. Bobbi looked real. Best not to question it. Getting chewed out in his bedroom was just some kinda psychotic break. Mhm.

As he questioned his reality, Bobbi stretched her arms and let out a cute squeak of a yawn, stretching her long legs out and over his lap, trapping him and his now-raging erection. Jules swallowed as she scooted closer and closer, until she was near enough to feel the voluminous flesh underneath her jean shorts. “Say aah~” cooed Bobbi, waggling half of the greasy sandwich in front of him.

Fuckit. He’d rough up some geek for Xanax tomorrow. Jules opened his mouth and closed his eyes, not noticing his potential’s girlfriend’s eyes gain a familiar, glittering sheen.

Bobbi let out a strangled squeak, and still, no meat entered Jules’s mouth. “Whassamatter?” he mumbled, opening his eyes just to see the fast-food flying toward his face at supersonic speeds.

McFly’s secret sauce splattered over the bully’s face as the girl scrambled out of the confines of the dinner table, accidentally slamming a heel against ‘Lil’ Jules’ in the escape.

“JESUS FUCK WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK,” babbled what was now becoming increasingly obvious was Rob, though Jules was too preoccupied with the intense, burning pain to respond

Rob held his hands out in front of him, flexing each delicate digit individually. That… wasn’t him. He didn’t feed his flunkies fucking hamburgers, and he sure as hell didn’t practically sit in their goddamn laps, making moon eyes at their stupid retard faces!

But, bereft of anyone to really blame besides himself, Rob shifted his rage towards his usual target, who was currently recovering from his dick-kick.

“You.” hissed Rob, trying his very best (and failing) to not sound remotely sensual. Jules, both hands on the table in an attempt to recover, looked up at the babe charging towards him like a CoverGirl rhinoceros.

Once again, his face was ensconced in the small hand, red nails digging painfully into his cheeks. “Tell me what you fucking did, J,” growled Rob, hot minty breath gusting against Jules’s face. “What kinda faggy MKUltra bullshit did you fucking pull?”

“Wha…?” managed Jules, his eyes momentarily dipping down to the valley of flesh right in front of him. In response, Rob let out a quite unmanly screech and released his face, scooting backward with an arm across his prodigious chest.

“That. Right fucking there! Turn me into some Ingerbitch knockoff and fucking incept me into some fucking bimbo, you piece of shit? I never shoulda let you in the gang!” Jules watched the redhead rage with a familiar dread mounting in his stomach, memories of disciplinary beatings disconcertingly close.

With a tiny fist raised in the air and a contralto yawp, Rob jiggled towards the flinching Jules, who let out a feral scream that sounded more like a sexual moan as he lunged at Jules, tiny fist raised and what little muscles he had tensed. He'd kick the little bastard's ass and then he'd figure out just HOW this nightmare happened, and get out of this walking wet dream body! He darted across the cheap, peeling linoleum floor on the strange heeled sandals that were freezing his feet off and with a grunt swung his fist directly at so-called friend's face...

...Only to miss as Jules sidestepped Rob's wobbly attack, and the newly buxom redhead collided with the cabinets behind the table with a high pitched 'oof!' followed by a girlish squeal as Rob felt his right arm twist behind his back and then suddenly pain flared across his newly enlarged chest as he was pressed against the messy table and his free arm was pinned. His mane of red hair was across everything, it had knocked the take out bag off the table, it had draped itself across the un-spoiled half of the burger that...other him had divided up, there were stray toppings from the destroyed one curling into his locks as Rob unintentionally frenched the table as he struggled to free himself.

"Let me go!" The bully whined as he struggled weakly against Jules' grip. He couldn't stand how weak he was now, and he definitely didn't like the pressure of his lackey's crotch pressing against his rather bodacious butt. It felt horribly wrong...Yet some part of his mind could help but feel a little turned on.

"Maybe if you'd fucking calm down!" Jules hissed from behind. He was trying very hard not to get turned on, his member still throbbing from the dick-kick moments ago, but there was just not much hope as his sore johnson began to grow hard again as Rob wiggled against him in vain. Jules couldn't believe how easy it was to overpower Rob now. He would have NEVER been able to do this before! And he'd watched Rob do it enough time to wannabe tough guys and other members of the gang that happened to smart off to the giant, and even Jules himself had been a victim of it twice. He'd eventually picked up on how to do it himself. It was almost fun.

"No! Whatever you did, fix it right now you little shitbag!" Rob squealed again and struggled to lift himself up, only for Jules to double down on the pressure. He flailed some more and felt a strand of his new hair catch on something sticky...with promptly, with his squirming, flipped it right in his pretty face as the smell of mayonnaise filled his nostrils. He managed to crane his head back just enough to glare at Jules but farther behind his 'friend' he saw the leering face of that old drunk fuck Frank as the older man peered out through the cheap plywood door of the master bedroom, a crooked, sloppy grin on his face.

"Thatta boy!" Frank chuckled to himself. He didn't mean to catch his son and Bobbi in the act but the loud noises and shaking from the kitchen had roused him from his near stupor. He'd opened his bedroom door to see his son mounting the beauty on the kitchen table, and he couldn't help but grin as he stared.

Then that...something happened again. The moment Rob made eye contact with Frank it was like a switch had flipped in his brain. His eyes took on a different shade of green as SHE opened for business.

"Oh, harder baby!" Bobbi moaned as she pressed herself against Jules's rock steady body. And cock. It felt SOOOO good against her, she just needed to have it! She bit her lower lip in anticipation as she began to grind against the throbbing rod in her lover's pants as her slit exploded with heat and wetness. She needed Jules, and she needed him now! Her fingers clenched in and out, her toes curled in her sandals.

"Give it to me daddy! Right now!" She moaned as her body built towards ecstasy, the furnace between her legs radiating heat as she reared upwards to Jules's surprise, her back arched, her breasts swinging heavily to and fro as her body was wracked with desire...

Frank had seen enough. Drunk as he was, he knew that as a father he shouldn't perv on his son and his girlfriend. He chuckled to himself and shut the custom built door, shambling back to his bed, his six pack of beer, and sports.

Jules was at a loss of what the do, having been facing the wrong way and had not seen or heard his father making his presence known once more. Suddenly Rob had just switched over again, becoming the gorgeous girl that was clearly either just really horny, or madly in love with him. He had lessened his grip just enough for her to move, no longer trying to fight the raging member straining against his pants, a missile seeking the heat source that was grinding against it, instead the teenager was now trying to fight the mental urge to simply let go of Rob...Bobbi and rip his and hers pants off.

'Just...hold...on...' The rational part in his mind struggled as it was slowly overtaken by his now raging sex drive, 'He could...turn back...any second!'

'Doit. Do it do it do it doit doitdoitDOITDOITDOIT!' the larger portion of his brain screamed, and the right as he was about to give in, to rip off the thin barriers of fabric separating him from Bobbi, he felt her rocking form grow stiff and still once more.

"Holy FUUUUUUUUCK!" Rob screamed as HE took over once more. What was...What was happening!? What was this feeling!? It felt so...so good! Rob let out a heavy moan as his entire body shuddered violently in Jules's grip, and then he felt exhausted. He went limp, all his energy spent for the moment. His hair and breasts hung limply in the air and he panted heavily, a sharp, high pitched wheeze as he felt something wet in his new panties.

"oh...oh my GOD!" Rob gasped, "J...Just...Just let me go, I can't-fuckin' can't breath" Was all Rob could get out as he slumped lower towards the table.

Jules hesitated, once again caught in the lurch as he struggled to understand what was happening. Why was Rob flipping back and forth between being his typical asshole self and what was clearly a girl that wanted nothing more than to fuck him!? How was any of this even real!?

"Please J! I'm not...not gonna fight anymore. Please?" Rob said more quietly, his voice taking on a begging quality to it that Jules had never heard before.

Again Jules' brain told him a variety of different things to do in the moment, but he ultimately went with letting go of Rob's arms and backing away slowly, his hands raised and muscles tensed just in case the buxom bully tried anything. Instead he just slumped against the table for a moment, wheezing like a very attractive fish before slowly pulling himself up and turning to face the dark haired boy.

"Please, for the love of fucking god, tell me what you did to me J" The redheaded woman pleaded again, her face twisted in confusion and what lookedl ike the edge of tears. She looked down at herself in disgust and reached a sweaty hand down to her jeans and pulled them away from her body, face twisting in revulsion at whatever she saw within.

'Should...Should I tell him? What if he just switches again in the middle of it? God I can't tell if this is the best or worst thing that's ever happened to me!' Jules thought, and for a moment he considered simply running to his room, blocking the door and trying to find that magic Stone. But what if something else happened and Rob suddenly got strong again? The last thing Jules needed was to end up in a similar fate if Rob got his hands on that clearly magical artifact.

"Please, J!" Rob begged again, and Jules made his decision. With a long sigh, the bully rubbed his face and looked at Rob's own.

"All I know, Rob, is that you had me on fleece patrol. I was waiting in the toilets by the club rooms at school and..." Jules paused for a moment, taking another breath, "...And then I said 'I wish I was home on my bed!' and poof, here I was! And then there YOU were , looking like that! I can't fucking tell you what happened because I. DON'T. KNOW! Ok!?"Jules backed up a few steps, staring into Rob's harsh green eyes as they scrunched together. Good, he still 'looked like' Rob.

'Huh, I guess eyes really ARE the windows into the soul!' Part of him quipped, but he shoved it away.

"Tha doesn't make any fucking sense! Magic...Magic isn't fucking real! It's just something those faggots talk about when they play those faggy games!" Rob hissed as he shifted his hips. The wet spot in his panties was growing cold and it felt, well, awful against his skin. God, this was the worst night of his life! Even worse than when his dad left! Jules HAD to be lying, the little shithead KNEW what happened! He hesitated!

Rob summoned his strength and stood a little taller and took a single step towards Jules, trying his best to look intimidating in a body that was built to be anything BUT. "Tell me what really happened! Tell me or I'll...I'll...I'll say you raped me!" Rob threw out the only threat he could think of that might actually make Jules stumble a bit. There was no reason to threaten violence anymore, Rob just wouldn't be able to win.

"...What? Hey fuck you Little Mermaid! That's what happened! I sat there waiting for the clubs to end and then I said 'I wish I was home' because I didn't WANT to be there! I lean back and poof, I'm here and this insanity started! Maybe one of those little bastards got a hold of a real magic spell or something that changed you into this! Or maybe...Maybe Gloria Vanapolous had something to do with it! She was bitching to some other girl about her boyfriend, maybe she's a witch or some shit! All I know is I teleported home and you're standing in front of me looking like you're about to kiss me or something!" Jules spalyed his arms wide and gave Rob the largest shrug that he could. It was the best excuse, but Jules wasn't going to reveal that magical rock. Not yet, at least. He'd figure out if he still had it, if it still worked...And maybe he'd have a little fun with it.

After all, what was the rush? If Rob turned into a loving little girlfriend every time someone else was around...Well maybe there was a way to make 'Bobbi' a more permanent fixture in his life?