“Hey, thanks for hanging out with us, it’s really cool of you!” You hear a dorky voice say, making you look up over your phone screen at two losers on a laptop.

“Who let you in here?” You ask them menacingly, looking around to see if anyone else is in the area.

“We don’t need permission to be in a common area, silly!” One of the nerds laughs, “I’m Eric, and this is Bob. We’re pretty bored, you have any ideas to kill time?”

“Funny you should ask that…

You know what me and the other jocks do when we’re bored?” You ask rhetorically without waiting for a response, “We use TalkGirls to catfish random lamos, and make them think they’re talking to hot chicks!”

“That sounds great! I found the site already, lemme make an account… Agree to the terms, and let’s design a profile!

I should make it female, right?” Eric asks, falling right into your trap.

“Of course! And make it a dual account, for men who want to date two girls at once!” You laugh, eliciting agreement from Bob.

“Am I supposed to be giving it my ID?” Eric asks, “It wants two IDs…”

“Yeah, it’s just a verification process to make sure you’re not a bot. Give them your IDs, and let’s have some fun!” You laugh, meaning something other than what these losers think you do.

“Done! I made our names Erica, and Barbie.

Wow, we’re already chatting with someone, and now he’s asking us to describe ourselves cuz we don’t have any pics up. What do you think we should write?” The nerd asks you, clearly seeking your attention and approval.

“Uhhh… Well, the hotter you make yourselves sound, the more fun it’ll be when you finally reveal yourselves to the horny guy. So maybe write about being a bisexual open couple, one petite blonde and one freaky blue haired girl!” You laugh as the nerd types, holding back your awe as the two guys slowly androgynize.

All male characteristics disappear; squared off jaws, narrow hips, broad shoulders, thin lips, facial hair, bug eyes, stout necks, even short hair- all feminizing as their shirts change to match their slimming bodies. You watch their hair lengthen, the smaller one staying blonde as her glasses turn pink. Then Eric’s eyes roll back, and he moans ecstatically as his hair turns blue.

“This is actually really fun, I feel great doing this!

Thank you very much! We appreciate you so much…” The talkative nerd says with gratitude, voice sweetening and ending with a surprised moan as the boys’ manhoods vacuum up inside them.

Bob can only nod in agreement, thanking you in his own way as he silently enjoys the pleasures of her developing womanhood.

Part of the site’s feature makes it so the transformed won’t be aware of any transformations till they log off, so the two nerds are totally clueless as they continue talking to their internet fiend.  

“He’s asking to describe our bodies now…” Erica suddenly asks, “What should I say??”

“Tell him about your blonde friend, that she’s got a tiny waist and bubble butt. And she’s wearing something- like a mini skirt!” You laugh, practically dictating for the happily typing Erica.

“Wow, he wants to know if she wears panties. Oh, and he’s asking what I’m wearing…” The nerd blushes as she continues to type, biting her plump bottom lip unaware as she responds instinctually.

You watch her and Barbie’s outfits shrink further, turning into bralettes and miniskirts as their bent over asses protrude even further out.

“She said we’re wearing matching miniskirts, my pussy’s delicious, and I think we both have an aversion to panties?” Barbie says in an excited tone, ass wiggling behind her as she describes the ongoing chat.

“That’s awesome!” You laugh, stepping behind the two girls to get a better look.

Your eyes open wide when you see Erica’s ass, definitely far too big and bulbous to be covered by her skirt. Your mouth waters as you watch her shake it absentmindedly, only snapping back to reality when you’re asked a question.

“What are you looking at?” She asks with a giggle, unaware of her transformed body as she reaches back to lift her frilly skirt seductively.

What does she think is happening right now??

She wiggles her butt invitingly, and it takes all of your willpower not to thrust into her right then.

Penetrating her folds would instantly make her aware of the changes, and you hope to wait a little bit before doing that. You walk back to the couch as the girls laugh, having a lot more fun than you expected with their new online friend.

“I don’t think he likes my blue hair…” Erica suddenly says, “What do I do??”

“Yeah, just tell him you have blonde hair like your friend, and that you lied.” You tell the worried girl, “Most guys love blondes anyway!”

“I don’t need an excuse for lying??” Erica asks, nipples erect from rubbing into her cotton blouse.

“Just tell him you’re a bimbo.

Do you need an excuse past that?”

“You’re right…” Erica trails off as she types, focused on the screen as her hair flips to blonde.

You smile as her eyes glaze over, and she types silently as her body fills out.

“Don’t forget to mention that your friend has a massive bubble butt as well, I don’t think it’s fair to forget about her!” You laugh, “Tell him it’s on a tiny frame, and it’s double the size of yours- really big!”

“He’s like, asking for proof or whatever, he doesn’t believe me!” Erica giggles, pouting her plump lips as her friend’s ass inflates.

“Tell him you have a video to prove it, and you’ll send it soon. I’ll get it to you right now!” You laugh as Erica types, warping reality with her keystrokes and making a sexy video of Barbie magically appear on her hard drive.

“He totally loves the video, but I think I also told him Barbie has big boobies… What should I do?” Erica asks you, almost crying as her feeble mind struggles to process the sudden conflict.

“Just tell him you forgot… she has implants!” You laugh, watching Barbie as her back lurches back from the sudden appearance of large silicon bags beneath her breast tissue.

Wow, Erica’s a fast typer!

Barbie can only moan euphorically, nipples pressing into her now minuscule tank top as her nerves are stimulated by the new plastic presence inside her.

“Wait, what’s up with your boobs now?” You ask with a knowing smirk, noticing Erica’s bust swelling to natural C cups as Barbie bounces her stacked frame.

“My what?” Erica asks, barely paying attention to you as she answers her chat, “Umm… He’s saying Barbie’s name totally isn’t in the profile, and like, I think he knows we’re catfishing him!

But I totally put her name there, and-”

“Don’t worry, just tell him she changed her name recently after her move down south!” You cut Erica off, “And to make it more believable, say you just moved down too! Neither of you have jobs, so you do cam modeling with your live-in boyfriend!”

You laugh as Erica types, her mind so empty- she doesn’t even notice Barbie’s name in her profile! The bimbo tells her online friend what you said, tanning Barbie’s skin as both their clothes fade away completely.

Your boxers disappear as well, and your jeans turn into sweatpants as the common area door locks. Soon you’re comfortably lounging in a private basement, smiling as you smell the scents of a more tropical climate from outside.

“Do we do like, free trials?” Erica chirps, “This cute guy totally wants to check us out!”

Barbie begs too, both bimbos desperate to get on cam for this mystery man…

You begrudgingly allow it, smirking as a live stream loads in your phone.

“Like, heyyyy!!!” Erica moans at the laptop, “Don’t you wanna explode all over these perfect titties??”

The girls grab their nude breasts, writhing ecstatically as they lean into the camera and show off their bodies.

“This guy like, won’t show himself on screen! I wanna see his handsome face and big cock!!” Barbie whines, “Can he even see us?? He’s like, totally being so quiet!”

You keep your mouth shut, deciding not to tell your new girlfriends that you had been chatting with them all along. They’ll just work themselves up into a sex crazed frenzy waiting on this guy, and then they’ll come to you begging for relief…

You close out The Chat Transcript, confident there won’t be much changes once the girls become aware of their changes. And you’re right, it doesn’t faze them at all as they cup their breasts for the camera.

The awareness is buried so deep inside their fluff filled ditzy heads, they don’t even flinch as their new reality comes crashing down on them.