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Playing God [Breast Expansion, Bimbo Transformation, Male to Female Transformation, Age Regression, Weight Gain, Devolution]

Somewhere, maybe not too far from you, a couple sat down in a fast-food restaurant with their teenage daughter. An Inconspicuous Man studied them from a table in the corner; the blue-eyed, blonde woman with her hunched-over daughter and tall, handsome husband. They might have seemed a perfect family to the casual observer, but the Inconspicuous Man knew differently. Even from this distance, he could see the dullness in the blue eyes of the woman, indicative of a muted suffering. He could see the carelessness of the husband as he put his arm around the woman. He could see the way their daughter avoided eye contact, keeping her eyes studiously fixed on the table in front of her. Perhaps these observations would have meant nothing to most people, but the Inconspicuous Man was not most people. He could see the story of the family from beginning to end as he sat in the chilly restaurant, and the ending did not please him.

Let them love each other again.

It wasn’t a thought so much as a command that reality swiftly hastened to follow. Immediately, everything felt different. The air smelled the same; the fluorescent lights gave off the same numbing hum, yet something had changed. The Inconspicuous Man sensed a warmth flooding into the man and woman that they had not possessed in years. The husband pulled his wife closer, and when he turned to look at her, his gaze could only be described as passionate. Even their teenage daughter seemed brighter as she uncrossed her arms and sat up straighter. The Inconspicuous Man sat in awe at the results of his command. He felt almost drunk with the happiness that success brings.

So it was with a certain euphoric recklessness that the Inconspicuous Man issued his next command.

Let them be everything each other desire.

Basing a command on human desire went against everything the Inconspicuous Man had ever been taught. The second after he gave the command, he felt a sense of dread that was tempered only by his incessant optimism. Typically, human desire was impure at best and downright destructive at worst. Maybe it would be different this time, he thought.

The woman’s posture changed first, melting into the man beside her. The way her husband was holding her seemed almost indecent by most standards, but no one else was in the restaurant to see; besides the Inconspicuous Man, of course, who was growing more anxious by the second. And a second was really all it took for the husband to start groping his wife’s chest. His shoulders seemed to broaden, and the woman’s chest seemed to grow heavier. He cupped her breasts until they were too big to fit in his hand, and he had to content himself with pushing and pulling the swelling tissue.

It all looked horribly embarrassing and perhaps even a bit painful to the Inconspicuous Man, but the woman didn’t seem to mind, giggling demurely. Her nose shrank, and her face became more symmetrical. Skin tightened, cellulite replaced with smooth, womanly contours. The daughter sat across the table from her parents, averting her eyes. She seemed to be slightly embarrassed, but also titillated by her parents’ increasingly forward displays of affection. And it was at that moment that the Inconspicuous Man was struck with the gravity of the command he had given just minutes before. The previously dour teenager pulled off her black baggy sweatshirt, and despite the Inconspicuous Man’s best efforts to look away, all he could see was cleavage backing up behind her bra like water behind a dam.

The Inconspicuous Man’s revulsion was palpable. The bottom dropped out of his stomach, and he knew he had to stop watching. He got up from his table and quickly strode towards the exit, but he was unable to stop himself from looking back as the increasingly bubbly teenager bounced into her father’s lap. Shivering, the Inconspicuous Man turned and almost ran out the door of the restaurant and into the cool night air.

***

He didn’t stop walking until morning. That walk was torture for the Inconspicuous Man, but it allowed him to clear his head and bring matters into perspective. It was his responsibility to shape reality. He had trained extensively for it, but he was somehow still horribly inept at it. He had failed both shaping exams and was now relegated to the menial task of a clerk while others did the shaping that he felt he deserved to do.

He had come to Earth against orders to prove that he was capable of doing the work of a Shaper. He knew that if he could make life better for just one person on Earth, all past failures would be forgotten, and he would be given his rightful position. He believed this could happen. He knew it in his heart. Despite his past mishaps, one improved life – one person made happier could change everything for him. And it was to this end that the Inconspicuous Man walked in the early hours of the morning.

He walked until he came to a red Honda, parked in a driveway in front of a duplex. A couple sat in the car, and he was struck by the sadness that radiated from them. His training enabled him to see all the paths that had led them to this exact point in time and all the possible paths branching off into the future. But with a characteristic carelessness, the Inconspicuous Man didn’t consider these paths for more than a brief moment. Instead, he fixated on the profound sadness, and he felt that he was the one to erase it and turn it into ecstatic happiness.

This couple wanted children, and they had just discovered that the woman could never conceive. The command seemed simple enough to the Inconspicuous Man, and he only hesitated a few seconds before issuing it.

Let them have a child together.

No one knows why reality shifts in the way it does. Controlling it is more an art than a science. One might expect the universe to shift in the simplest possible way to meet the parameters of a command, but it rarely does. Instead, it meanders through possible outcomes in a seemingly random way. This is why a command must leave nothing to chance. The exact wording is crucially important and must be painstakingly considered in order to avoid undesirable consequences.

The Inconspicuous Man knew all of these things, yet he still was somehow surprised when the man’s hair began to grow out, jumping off his scalp in ever-lengthening waves as if it were trying to escape from his head. His features were softer, his shirt looser in the shoulders, tighter in the chest. His wife seemed momentarily frightened and buried her face in her husband’s heaving, growing bosom.

Sobs began to wrack her frame. She seemed more fragile now the Inconspicuous Man noted; thinner and smaller. She was dwarfed by her husband who appeared to be blossoming into womanhood. Fat gathered and congealed on his body, increasing the prominence of his stomach and hips. The flesh hanging from his chest and abdomen sagged lower, swaying gently as he moved to console his wife.  

His wife, for her part, now looked more like a teenage girl than anything else. Much of her previous mass had seemingly evaporated or perhaps transferred to her husband, the Inconspicuous Man mused with a growing sense of despair. Her crying seemed louder now – more hysterical and higher in pitch. She turned her head away from the increasingly soft cushion of her mother’s chest and towards the Inconspicuous Man. He could see her eyeliner washing away in her tears, and he understood what was happening.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, yet the Inconspicuous Man knew that in a matter of seconds there would be a single mother with her baby daughter in that car, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The daughter was shrinking so fast that her head already reached to just below her mother’s breast, but her crying only appeared to be growing in intensity. The newly-formed mother seemed briefly confused by this, furrowing her brow with worry. The solution came to her quickly enough, however, and she began to undo the top buttons on her blouse.

Her fingers worked quickly as her daughter’s cries became the unmistakable wails of an infant. The irritating sound didn’t stop until the baby’s lips were firmly latched around her mother’s nipple. The skin of the woman’s breast stretched as the gland filled with milk, sagging downwards from the added weight. Dark veins appeared beneath the tightening skin, and the Inconspicuous Man knew the transformation was complete.

As the baby suckled contentedly at her mother’s breast, the Inconspicuous Man turned away, his thoughts awhirl. The sun shone brightly, but his mood was as dark as night. At least he hadn’t turned anyone into a doll this time, but creating a single mother and fatherless child out of a relatively happy couple could hardly be seen as an improvement.

He stumbled down the sidewalk, shuffling his feet miserably. The scenes of his other failures flashed through his mind; the volleyball team he had tried to fix, the horrific family he had created at the fast-food restaurant. He felt numb; as if he couldn’t possibly go on. I’m done, he thought.

Let everything be as it was,

he commanded, almost as an afterthought. Instantly, Everything began to change.

***

In some obscure part of middle America, a grey-haired English teacher looked up from desk. He peered over his horn-rimmed glasses at his next victim.

“Nikki, go ahead and read your poem,” he said drolly. Nikki had been dreading this moment since the day Mr. Saxby had given the assignment in class. “Write a poem about the best day of your lives,” he’d said to the second period English students at Colville High. She had instantly known what she’d write about. The picture had flashed vividly into her mind. She was sitting with Michael on the dock at summer camp, still damp from swimming, holding hands like there was nobody else in the universe. That was the first time she had kissed him, but she hadn’t written about that: the experience was far too personal. It was the feeling of being close to someone that she had tried to capture in the poem, and secretly, she was proud of how it had turned out. That didn’t stop her from scowling at her English teacher, though, as she nervously made her way to the front of the classroom. What she couldn’t have known was at that very second, an idiotic, Inconspicuous Man was making a command that would change Everything.

Nikki’s first hint that something might be amiss was the popping sound in her back. It wasn’t painful, but it forced her shoulders forward at an odd angle. She realized she was slouching and tried to straighten, but another pop forced her to hunch over even more. She must have had an odd expression on her face because Mr. Saxby asked if she was alright.

“I’m fine,” she replied. If no one else noticed her new posture, she was going to continue as if nothing was wrong. And her curved back didn’t exactly feel wrong anyway. In fact, it was feeling more and more natural every second. As yet another pop emitted from her vertebrae, she began to read her poem.

“We sit near the water.
The sun on our skin, the wind in our hair.”

Nikki looked up. A series of pops had nearly drowned out her reading, and try as she might to remain upright, her spinal cord was curving into a C-shape. Her arms felt tight and she felt the urge to stretch them. She reached forward, clasping her hands together, and as she did, her arms began to elongate. The class still sat, most staring off into space, looking bored as if nothing were out of the ordinary, so she continued reading.

“Someone says my name, but I don’t care.” Nikki noticed hair sprouting from her knuckles. Her fingers seemed shorter and stubbier, and the paper she was holding felt foreign in her grip. She set it on the lectern in front of her. In her hunched over position, it was easier to see now anyway.

“I only hear you as you whisper softly.” Invisible to the class, wispy hair was beginning to coat Nikki’s body, thickening and coarsening under her arms and in her pubic region. She nervously scratched her armpit as the growing hair there tangled itself into a matted mess. “And I whisper back because I want you to know how I feel.” Nikki’s eyebrows were filling in, becoming denser. The ridge of her brow began to thicken. She felt itchy all over as her body hair continued to grow.

“I never want this day to end.” Fat began to ooze over the edge of Nikki’s jeans, forming a small roll. The roll swelled and began to spill out from underneath her shirt as her bulk increased. Her pants were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Her chest was also felt strange as her breasts became heavier and started to sag, her nipples darkening and coarsening.

“The sky is perfect and so are you.” She coughed. Her voice felt rough and raspy. “Someone…” Her voice cracked, and she restarted the line. When she opened her mouth again, the voice that came out was foreign to her, and yet somehow strangely familiar. “Someone says my name but I don’t care.” She said it in husky, throaty tones, and the words felt strange in her mouth as she pronounced them. Her brow had begun to rise, shrinking her forehead and compressing her brain. She realized that she had skipped back and reread a line, but it was starting to seem less and less important.

Her pants were constricting her painfully as her hips began to swell and become rounder. She wanted to take the pants off but wasn’t sure she knew how. The clasp holding them up was starting to seem unbelievably complicated, and the more she thought about it, the less sense it made. “Your hand feels warm in mine.” Nikki found her speech punctuated with grunts of pain. It seemed as if her jeans might cut her in half, but the clasp finally broke, allowing her extra girth to be free at last.

Her modesty was quickly vanishing along with her intelligence, but she half-heartedly crossed her arms over her exposed panties anyway. Her mild embarrassment began to fade as she attempted to continue reading. “We s-sit…” she rasped. “nnn-eee,” she tried to sound out the next word but to no avail. The letters danced in front of her. Her intelligence was slipping away as her brow moved upward. The marks on the paper were no longer connected to meaningful thought in her mind, and she had more or less forgotten why she standing in front of the class.

She looked around the classroom vapidly, slack-jawed as a small dribble of drool escaped her lips. Her mouth began to protrude, her lips pushing into a sort of muzzle. Words flashed through her mind and disappeared just as quickly as the last remnants of her human intelligence dissolved. She grunted in her new, gruff voice. Talking seemed possible but not really worth the effort. She noticed everyone in the classroom looked similar to her. Except one seemed older. And male – she knew the concept, not the word. Some of her classmates had ripped their clothes off, unashamed of their new hairy bodies. She tried to take her shirt off, but couldn’t quite figure out how it worked. How had it gotten on her in the first place? She eventually resorted to a tearing approach, ripping the fabric with her teeth while grunting with frustration.

All around the world, humans found themselves in similar situations. Traffic came to a standstill, planes crashed, people everywhere shed their clothes and started mating in public. It might have seemed apocalyptic if anyone had retained enough intelligence to understand what was happening.

***

God, on his throne in heaven, shifted uncomfortably in his white robe. When will they learn to launder these things correctly? He wondered. The bigger problem, of course, was the rogue Shaper that had just set human evolution back about 270,000 years. This type of thing happened every so often, and it was usually fixable, but God wasn’t so optimistic this time. He looked down at a group of teenagers smearing their feces all over their home-room white board, and sighed. Purposefully standing up from his throne, he strode resolutely across his clear glass floor to a row of red buttons on the wall.

And for the second time in recorded history, God hit the reset button.
Short but I needed to move past this one. It's a quasi-continuation of Playing House and Playing Volleyball but stands on it's own.
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AwesomeGuy28 Featured By Owner May 16, 2016
So they turned into cavemen and cavewomen at the end? Great story btw
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Blankage Featured By Owner May 16, 2016
Hey thanks! Yeah everybody did
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DreamLycan Featured By Owner May 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I love this story, especially that last sequence.
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pieman117 Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2014
This is really good.
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pokemonfart Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2013  Student Writer
Do you rp?
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Blankage Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2013
Can't say I ever have
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littleman007 Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2013
Lol um so like when was the first?
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Blankage Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2013
Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight and was full of violence. God saw how corrupt the earth had become, for all the people on earth had corrupted their ways. So God said to Noah, “I am going to put an end to all people, for the earth is filled with violence because of them. I am surely going to destroy both them and the earth.

Genesis 6:11-13
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trollios Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2013
Did the Shaper cause the transformations in the other stories?
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Blankage Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2013
That was kind of the idea yeah
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trollios Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2013
Ok, that's what I thought. Thanks for the reply.
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c-halts Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2013
Very clever. I wonder what the first time was?
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NinjaInATree1 Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2013
Noah's Ark?
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Soldatoflife Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2013
Very interesting.
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Zwabbertje2 Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2013
Strange story, but a nice idea :)
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