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Nelson woke up, his mouth dry and head swimming. He had been drinking the night before, but who could blame him? A hangover was the least of his worries, a fact made clear as he sat up, his entire body, bloated as it was, jiggled with blubber, his saggy breasts stayed flopped on the bed a good second after Nelson managed to groan himself out of bed. His fat stomach was already growling, not to mention the additional cravings he was having beneath the wild, hairy bush that made his groin itchy as hell. A part of Nelson had hoped the events of last night had been some sort of nightmare, but of course that would've been too good to be true.\r\n\r\nIt had all been in good fun, honest. Nelson and his girlfriend Allie had been invited to the Halloween Bash. Instead of the usual couple's costumes that acted merely as an excuse to show off their hot bodies, the frat that had hosted the event wanted to go with a theme a little more… unique, asking those attending to dress up as members of the school faculty. The couple thought this all a hoot, and even went a step beyond, deciding to cross-dress for the party: Nelson going as the hag of a History professor that was threatening to fail him, with Allie donning the maintenance staff uniform of the creepy janitor whom all the other sorority sisters knew to stay away from. The two of them had been so proud of the end result- their costumes looked perfect! Too perfect, actually. Maybe it was a prank gone wrong, a disgruntled student who hadn't been invited to the party, hell, it could have been the staff. No one knew for certain who cast the curse over the frat house that night, but what WAS for certain that everyone inside had been transformed into the people they were dressed up as.\r\n\r\n---\r\n\r\nThe shock of having his hot, young, muscular body replaced with an old lady's was too much for Nelson to bear, and most of his memories from that night were hazy (the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol he had taken to dull that trauma did him no favors, either.) All the same, he at least was relieved to find himself safe and unhurt at Allie’s place… but that small mercy didn't last long. Smacking his mouth, he froze as he tasted something salty on his thin lips. As it dawned on him, Nelson began to notice the tell-tale discomfort of dry semen stuck to his skin. Back in his old body, this would usually only happen around his cock if he forgot to clean up after sex, but now he was feeling it all over his makeup-smeared face, on his pendulous tits… on his cellulite-pocked ass cheeks and out from his well-used pussy. Nelson didn't have to look hard to solve the mystery: sleeping on the twin bed next to him was a sweaty, balding man fully in the nude, morning wood sticking out from the covers. Nelson’s darling girlfriend (if you could still call her that) within her downgraded morphed form. \r\n\r\nNelson felt even sicker. His male mind tried to reject reality, disgusted by his wrinkly, effeminate body as it's lust towards such a wretched man, but said female body not only had a will of its own, but also seemed to hold greater sway over his better judgment. Under his belly, his old vagina grew even looser and more aroused, and Nelson knew he would soon fold, waking Allie up to slap uglies and find at least SOME reprieve from losing their old lives.

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