Charles Goodhue adjusted his tie as he stood just off camera, waiting for filming to commence. Although the show he hosted, Distraction! , was only marginally successful, he still tried to look as professional as possible in the hopes that maybe he would get noticed favorably and be hired for a better gig.
"Alright everyone! We're on in 5, 4, ", said the Director. The announcer soon followed, "Welcome to another exciting edition of Distraction!, the show where people win by trying to answer simple questions while putting up with whatever we can throw at them! Now, here's our host "
Charles began to make his entrance but felt a chill in his spine mid-step, and suddenly found himself unable to move anything other than his eyes. Looking around, it seemed like everyone was frozen in place, as if time had stopped.
"What's going on?" Charles began to panic. "Why can't I move? And, why does the room look like its getting bigger?" Unfortunately for Charles, the room was not, in fact, getting bigger. He was getting smaller. He was not particularly tall to begin with, only about 5 foot 8, and he was quickly approaching an even 5 feet. As he lost height he also lost mass, becoming much thinner and more slender. He felt like he was swimming in his business suit, until that too began to change. He felt his slacks begin to cling to his now slender legs. As his pant legs pressed tighter against him, his waist band suddenly loosened itself as the top of his pants shrank in upon itself until all that was left of the slacks were two tubes of tight fabric that started at his ankles and ended mid-thigh. Charles then felt the fabric creep down his ankles, absorbing his socks along the way, and finally covering his feet completely. The material felt different as well, prompting Charles to cast his eyes down toward his right leg, which was still in mid stride. "Those look like stockings?" he thought to himself.
His new sheer stockings became the least of his worries, as Charles felt pressure began to build in his upper torso. Just when Charles felt like he couldn't take the pressure anymore, two giant, fleshy orbs exploded onto his chest. They were so big that they burst the buttons on his dress shirt, which was now too large for his small frame. "Breasts I have breasts!" Charles wanted to scream, to run away, to do anything but watch the changes continue. He tried to convince himself that it was only a dream, but it felt much too real.
Most of the rest of Charles' changes finished while he was too distracted by his new assets. He now wore black heels on his feet and sheer white thigh-high stockings on his smooth, hairless legs. In place of his suit jacket he now wore a long-sleeved black jacket, with tails that spilled down his wide, round ass. The jacket, buttoned only once just below the breasts, was the only thing between his tits and the home viewing audience now that his dress shirt had dwindled away to just a pair of white cuffs, one on each of his dainty wrists, and a white color that still sported the golden neck tie that he had been adjusting earlier. Narayanne decided to let Charles keep it, but it looked much less professional on him now that most of it was buried in his massive cleavage. Where a man in his twenties once stood, there was now what looked like a short, busty young woman. The only remaining evidence of his manhood was the boxer shorts that he still wore, and the erection that he sported underneath it.
Unfortunately for Charles, even this small comfort would not last. He felt his boxers begin to shrink, applying pressure on his penis as they did. The shorts rapidly changed shaped, first becoming briefs, then panties, and, finally, black high-cut string bikini bottoms. His erect manhood provided little resistance to this process, dwindling to nothing by the time the fabric had finished changing. Charles tried to watch the changes he felt, but his view was obstructed by the mounds on his chest. He knew the process was complete when he felt his crotch split open slightly to form his a damp slit.
"I'm I'm a girl " the newly made she thought. Before she had a chance to fully absorb all of the changes that she went through, Charles was finally able to complete the step that she had begun back when she was a he, as time suddenly started up again. However, she was unable to stop herself from walking. Her new body seemed determined to go on with the show. As Charles finally entered the stage, the announcer finished her introduction.
" Carly Goodview!" Carly rushed onto the set, blowing kisses to the audience as she bounced about, her long, chocolate brown hair flailing around her. All of the movement threatened to make her breasts burst out of her jacket and give the audience a really good view. "What am I doing!?! Why can't I stop myself?" Charles tried to stop herself and go hide somewhere off camera, but her body would not obey, being busy swaying its new ass sensuously as she slowly walked to the host's podium.
"Hiiiiiii everyone!" Carly said in a giggly, girlish voice. "We've got some totally cool distractions for you tonight. But first, let's see who we'll be playing with today!" She gestured toward the three contestants at their own podiums, two men and a rather nerdy looking girl. All three introduced themselves, all the while staring at Carly with confused look on their faces. They wondering what happened to Charles. No one else in the room seemed to notice the change in their host.
"Okie dokie! Lets get started with our first distraction!"
From her vantage point, Narayanne grinned. "Let the games begin!"
