50000 Celebration - TG

I sighed, biting down on my lower lip a little as I thought. My foot tapped against the ground, beating in time with my hand as I thought more. I sighed again, tapped again, then sighed.

"Oh, would you give it a bloody rest already?" snapped Ethalia. Black hair fell across the red dress she wore as they shimmered to blonde and blue, then swapped colors. Glaring at me, my Muse moved forward a little bit to glance at the computer screen; the look she gave made him wince.

"You had days to figure out something. My turn."

Kevin grimaced, glancing around the room for an escape as Ethalia gave him a victorious smile. The room was already shaking, something more familiar than he liked to admit. "I don't want to go on an Acid Trip," he sighed. "They give me headaches."

"Would you prefer I gave you a real drug and see what that did to your writing?" She kept her eyebrow raised until he dropped his gaze, smiling again when the window blew open. "Good. Now step into the Story World and enjoy your time away from Sensibility. it gets in the way of partying."

"I'm going to end up as a girl again, aren't I?" he muttered, reluctantly walking towards the door. The wind was blowing the room to pieces, but left him mostly alone. Ethalia seemed content so long as he kept walking.


"Probably," she admitted. Her smile faded  a bit when he hesitated at the window, her lips pursing as a small jet of stream smacked him in the bottom and pushed him out. He let out a strangled yelp as he fell out, feet hooking on the window edge to dump him face flat on the Pirate Ship below.

"Ow." There was music in the background, some song he didn't want to think about. It sounded a little annoying, through the pain. He didn't think he needed anything more annoying.

The sound was joined by footsteps, brown boots appearing on the bottom of his vision. "Oy! You could at least show some appreciation for the fact that I didn't go through floor! I could have asked her to do it, you know!"

"Mousey?" he mumbled, looking up. Two faces, swirling through his vision, one shorter than the other. He focused on the short one for a moment, pulling back from the grin and blanching when he saw the second. "Nim!?"

"I told her already, that the floor thing takes too much from the boat," the older girl shrugged. Not that she was too much older, he mentally amended. He was fairly sure she'd smack him if he started to think like that. She'd know, too; somehow.

She frowned at him as if she already did know, then continued. "Whole bloody thing is broken, or almost as good as, already. Gremlins won't stop singing, radio is broken... Mousey there keeps going cat girl and chasing the littler girls to make them squeal."

"It's fun!" she grinned. Her teeth looked sharper than they did outside of the story world. Kevin wasn't entirely certain he wanted to test what might have changed, other than that. The music was clearer now, at any rate, some nameless repetitive tune with tiny voices threaded through. Gremlins.

"the gremlins are singing," he muttered after a moment, feeling dull. His head still hurt. "Why are the gremlins singing?"

"Because apparently flying pirates have to sing." Nim was looking him over as she spoke, her voice soft and thoughtful in a way he didn't like. "What do you think, Mousey? Can they do a good job with him?"

"If they can, I get first dibs on girl talk. he gets all squeamish when you try to talk about boobs or anything."

"Fine. But I get second - just 'cause."

Kevin swallowed as she gripped him, smiling a little. "Come on, we're launching you out the cannon."

"But I dun wanna be launched out a cannon! Getting launched out a cannon is bad!" He paused, realizing he was pouting. The story world always had an effect on people.


"YOu are getting shot out of a cannon, young missy to be, and that's just the way it is!" declared Mousey, hands on hips. They were tipped with claws, as he'd expected them to be. Expectation didn't make him swallow any softer.

"It's the quickest way to get you to Millie's house. That, and this is the world of stories and dreams, so you're already in one."

Kevin yelled. annoed to feel the metal restricting him. The cannon was already tipping downwards, tightening around him for a moment to keep him in place as the angel grew. It tightened again, then vibrated, convulsing before doing what he could only describe as spitting him out a high speed. He couldn't hold back


The wind tore at Kevin's eyes, removing sight though no feel as he crashed through something. He gasped for a moment as the splinters of wood scraped at him, then it was over, and he was bouncing on something soft. A bed, he decided, with something softer under his head. He wiggled on the pillows, trying to decide what felt off about them. They wiggled back.

"Good morning to you too," whispered Millie, drawing his head closer to her breasts as he squeaked. Yanking himself free, he panted at her, he scrambled to the other side of the bed.

"You... The ceiling... why the hell did you make me land on your breasts!?"

"'Cause I was lonely. Andrea's stuck in the other room with the bondage gear, in case you resist. That means I don't get to talk to her enough."


Kevin swallowed, trying no to eye the door anymore. Particularly when Millie started walking towards him with a delicate blue dress clutched to her breasts. "Come on," she grinned. "Lets get you changed. I've got a nice pair of breast forms with your name on them, while you wait for the real thing!"
"I don't want breast forms!" Ideas had power in the dream world. The idea of breasts was enough to have breasts.

"Now come on," she grinned, grabbing his arm; he watched as body hair disappeared with a blink. "You don't wanna disappoint your fans, do you? It's rude!"

He opened his mouth to protest, then shut it. The dress, breasts, corset and wig were alredy in place, long brown locks trailing down his face.

"Now, we just need to get you something for that groin..."

He bolted without thinking, flinging open the door and peering through. Andrea's door was already open as well, the spandex clad girl holding a whip over a scared looking cat girl. He slammed the door quick, dodging past the pouting Millie and running to the window. He could already feel th stockins sliding on smooth skin as he yanked it open. Closing his eyes against the four story drop, he jumped.

With a jostle of motion somehing nveloped him. He could feel tight walls closing around his body, holding it in place. Slime dripping down his skin, moving through the blue dress - now a scanty thing tha barely clung to his nipples. He could feel it drip across those nipples as well. Feel it in truth, as it moved against what had been fake breasts.

He squirmd, resistig the urge to open his mouth for a sigh. He could feel other parts of his body changed, too, the cuve given by the corset now naural. It wasn't entirely an alien sensation, not even when you added the slime. That felt more familiar than he wanted to admit. At least he still had his manhood for now. Until they decided to finish him off, anyway.

Bracing himself to the prospect of getting some in his mouth, he tilted his head towards his breasts. "Smexy! Get me the hell out of here!"

Light shone through the opening as he spat, a darkhaired head peeking in. "Kevin?"

"Smxy. Your frog ate me. Again."
She grinned, clamberin into the mouth and pulling him out. She semed unconcerned by the saliva as she gave him a hug and draged him to the top of her frog. "Sorry about that. I'd thoght you'd dropped to the ground and gotten some other transportation, for a bit there."

Kevn just snorted, shakin hisarms for a moment before stopping the useless gesture. He was already dry. "Think you can get me back to the pirate ship? These things always end where they start, with Katie turning me into a girl and big sis grinning."

"Sure, but... Um... You might not like the company..." Kevin turned to where Smexy was facing, paling a little when a brown hair woman glomped him. Soft frog flesh pushed down beneath him as she rubbed against him.

"mangirl kevin! Oooh! OOh! We are going to have so much fun! I've got tons of mangirl-boyboy action! First we're going to start with you kissing John, then-"

"I am not kissing any boys, Namy," he frowned. She seemed caught between a pout and a glare for a moment before settling on the latter.

"If Jackie and clay can kiss without a qualm for me, then you should have no problem with John, Jacob, hymen, apple, schmit, jessie, and jams - possibly at the same time - followed by-"

"Smexy, can you get me the hell out of here!?"

Smexy grinned, joining the hug for a moment before driving a foot into her frogs back. A bare tap considering its size, but enough to send it flying forward at high speed as they dug their hands into its flesh. The wind was picking up again, vision blurring until there was nothing but air beneath them. Nothing at all, actually, the ground fading away as they left a cliff face, their screams torn free as he shut his eyes, and thumped facedown on something wooden.

A yellow glow covered him as his manhood slid away, making her grimace once the brief flow of pleasure was over.

"You didn't think you were going to die, did you?" demanded Katie, as Smexy gave "Kaitlyn" a hug. She opened her mouth to protest, then paused when she saw the others in the area. Goden getting drinks, Lance sliding between two girls. She was fairly certain she saw Manuella and Staci in the grouping as well, having fun. She sighed, then smiled as she gave in for the time being., brushing herself off as Kerina came to give her a hug.

"Onee-sama! Namy wanted to make me kiss a boy when I was one!" she pouted, not minding it this time s her big sister gave her a hug. She did stick her tongue out at the giggling Mousey and Nim though, as well as the grinning Namy.

Kaitlyn smiled too, in the end. "This is going to be the best fifty thousand pageview party EVER!"