Makeover - AI transformation sequence - Femboy tf
Allen took a double take as he walked with his girlfriend Felicity down the street, at first he thought it was a very curvy and voluptuous woman standing looking at her phone but as he looked back his face turned to disgust as he saw that it was in fact a man.
Allen couldn't believe what he was looking at as he grimaced at the pretty, lean, blonde man with an obscene bubble butt. Allen felt a mixture of confusion, anger and betrayal, he was all to happy to leer and stare when he thought it was a woman, but now he felt tricked! Allen and Felicity had barely taken two steps before Allen could not contain his discomfort and disgust any longer.
"Can you believe that!? That weirdo's like that are allowed to parade around in public! There are children here!" Allen said his fist clenched as he made his voice loud and heard.
Felicity was taken aback and embarrassed as she hurried her boyfriend along so that his insults would not be heard. They had been dating for the last 5 months and not once had Allen shown any inkling of homophobia. Yet, as they walked Allen kept going on about how gross and lewd it was, how freakish the man was and that he should stay in his own area and away from the public. Allen continued to talk about how no man should ever have plastic surgery and it was perverted and weird for men to wear make up, his anger only intensifying. Felicity couldn't believe what she was hearing, she felt cheated, she felt dirty, this was not the man she thought she was dating! Allen was only getting more irate and was on the verge of shouting, his language only seemed to be getting more vulgar and offensive, when Felicity interrupted him finally ending his rant.
"Babe stop! I need to head to the salon and I think you should come with me." Felicity said while taking Allen's hand and leading him down a quieter street.
"The salon? But I thought you just got your nails done?" Allen said in confusion.
"Yeah I know, but suddenly I just feel really ugly" Felicity said stopping and looking at the man she had just spent 5 months of her life with who had turned out to be some bigoted asshole. "I think you should get something done while you wait, I think it will help you relax and maybe change your mind about a few things."
"I ain't getting my nails done!"
"No silly, they have something special for guys like you. C'mon it's just a couple more streets this way." Felicity said as she pulled at Allen's hand.
A few minutes later Allen was pulled to a very luxurious boutique salon called 'Pink and Pretty!'. Allen felt awkward as Felicity left him in the entrance way while she went and spoke to some women at the back. They smiled and then looked at Allen who gave a quick wave which they did not reciprocate. The women then led Felicity to a room at the back while one came over to Allen.
"Felicity has told us everything we need to know and has booked you in for an ultra pink renewal. Just wait here and someone will be with you shortly." The woman then quickly headed towards the backroom.
"Hey wait what's an ultra pink renewal?" Allen yelled but the woman had already disappeared, leaving Allen standing alone in the salon.
Allen once again found himself grimacing as he looked at the feminine decor, the flowers and pink, as well as the pictures of clients, many of which were gay men. Why would Felicity bring him here? Allen was about to wait outside when the lights started to flicker and the room seemed to darken and then flash to a pinkish hue. Allen then jumped in fright as a loud girly voice echoed throughout the salon squealing with delight.
"A new customer! How nice it is to meet you sweetie, Felicity has told me all about you! Aren't you a stud!"
Allen looked around but could not see the source of the voice, it didn't sound like it was coming from a speaker and it didn't sound electronic but Allen could not work out the source.
"Oh up here handsome." the voice giggled
Allen then looked up and froze in fear as two pink glowing hands danced above his head before slowly lowering themselves in front of him. Each hand was delicate, perfectly manicured and completely ethereal like some sort of pink ghost. Allen wanted to dismiss it as some sort of trick or projection but the way they moved was just far too real and life like. Allen immediately went to run for the door but the hands quickly floated in front of him, unlike a ghost when Allen ran he didn't pass through the hands but instead it was like he had hit a brick wall. Allen was pushed to the floor, Allen looked up to see one hand with its pink finger wagging.
"Nuh-uh handsome, where do you think you're going?"
Allen quickly scrambled to his feet and stared at the sentient hands in fear.
Allen tried to run once again but this time the hands were ready as they dived at his feet and grabbed each one. The hands then pulled Allen's feet downwards, rooting each one to the ground and no matter how much he tried to pull on them, they remained stuck in place. The hands then quickly reappeared in front of Allen and wagged their fingers again.
"Oh you naughty boy! Felicity has ordered the ultra pink renewal package for you and you aren't going anywhere until I have finished making you over!" The voice then laughed and the lights flickered.
"Please this has to be some sort of mistake, what is this?" Allen shouted while still trying to pull his feet off the floor.
"No mistake honey, it seems your girlfriend felt you needed a bit of a revamp. Shall we get started?"
"What!? NO! FELICITY HELP!!" Allen screamed as the pink hands moved closer to him.
"Oh such a big man with such a big manly voice! That certainly won't do!" The pink hands then moved to his head and became to massage it.
Allen began to freak out even more as he felt the hands touching his hair and scalp, the massage would have actually felt nice if it wasn't for the fact he was rooted to the ground and the hands doing the massaging were ghostly and pink! "FELICITY HELP ME! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! GET OFF OF MEeEEeeEeeE!" Allen then reached for his throat as his normally masculine deep voice suddenly cracked and whined as he spoke. Allen tried to cough as his throat suddenly started to feel strange. "WhAt ARe YoU DoInG tO meeeeee!" As Allen screamed his question his deep voiced continued to break and sound higher as it no longer sounded demanding, angry and dominant but instead it just started to sound whiny.
Allen's panic only intensified as the hands on his head still massaging started to apply more and more pressure. Eventually it started to feel like Allen was balancing a tonne of bricks on his head as the hands continued to pushed down until suddenly Allen point of view dropped. It was as if Allen had just tripped over but he was standing completely still, it seemed impossible but as the hands pushed the sudden shift happened again and Allen's mind spun. Allen looked around desperately for answers about what was happening to him and as he did he noticed that something was off. The counters and chairs looked bigger and closer to him, the mirrors that circled him looked larger. Allen then felt the drop again and quickly looked at his reflection and let out a deafening yell. "AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhh" Allen's yell turning to a high pitched squeal as he looked at his much shorter reflection. Before he had stood at a confident 6'3 but now he looked like his short friends he bullied at only 5'9 and still the hands were pushing and massaging!
"WHat is happening to me! Make it stop please!" Allen started to shout but as his point of view suddenly dropped another couple of inches his voiced grew in pitch. "My voice, my body! What have to done to me! Change it back!" Allen screeched as his voice remained girly, high and sweet, making his demands sound trivial and far from the bellowing shout he intended it to be. Allen's mind raced as he looked to his reflection and saw he was now only around 5'5 in height and this had drastically changed his body. While he was physically shorter he still had retained his weight and muscle, meaning that it has was now more condensed and compact making him look comically wider. The small fireplug of a man was freaking out as he desperately tried to move and get away from the hands pressing on his head but nothing he did seemed to stop them pushing as once again his point of view fell again. Allen whined and screeched for help as now he was barely looking over the salon chairs as he fell to a cute little 5'1 becoming petite and cute, his voice high and pathetic to match his new smaller stature.
Finally the hands on his head floated off his scalp and the pressure finally stopped and left Allen reeling at his new height and squashed muscular body. "What the fuck have you done to me? Change it back this instant!" Allen screamed, it was intended as threatening and furious but instead it just came across as a school girl having a tantrum.
"Oh honey that voice is cute but do you know what isn't? All that ugly muscle! It makes you look fat sweetie! But don't worry I can fix that!" The voice said with glee as the pink hands that grabbed onto Allen's arms and started to squeeze.
"No please not my muscles! Let go of me pleassseeeee!" Allen cried in his femme voice as he started to feel weaker. It started where the arms were grabbing as his biceps began to rapidly shrink, each one deflating until the massive cannon balls became barely visible lumps. Allen screamed as he watched the decades of hard work at the gym all disappear in seconds as his muscles mass dwindled away. Next his back and shoulders seemed to cave in as the lats that once made him broad and imposing shrank away, this was quickly followed by his chest as his was prominent pectorals sunk back into his small, weaker torso until only his perky nipples peeked through his shirt. Allen felt tears pricking his eyes as he watched his legs thin and wither as the once thick quads became average little sticks holding up his now petite lean little body. The veins, the definition, the mass all faded quicker than Allen could fully comprehend. Allen a once tall imposing 250 pound monster of muscles had his muscle and height siphoned away leaving him at an lean 120 pounds of sweet, petite cuteness.
"Please stop! I don't want this, Felicity wouldn't want this! Please just turn me back, I want my muscles back!" Allen said as he let out a quivering little sob.
"Awww aren't you precious, don't worry honey we are nearly done. We just need to make your face match your new super cute body and voice!" The pink hands then grabbed at Allen's head and started to massage his hair and face, making Allen screech and yell all over again.
Allen's voice was quickly muffled as the hands pushed and kneaded his face, at first it was uncomfortable and painful but then it started to feel strange as if his skin and face was actually being pushed around and reshaped. Allen quickly looked to his reflection and tried to look at what the hands were doing. It started with his nose that seems to be pushed and squeezed until it was a cute little button nose. Then came his jaw which was pushed and smoothed until it was less defined, rounder and more androgynous making him look far less masculine. Allen wanted to shout and yell but the hands rubbed at his lips and soon they were plumper and pinker. The hands then rubbed at his skin as it became smoother, softer and blemish free. Allen looked at his reflection and whined as he became delicate, prissy and cute, his once manly, angular, strong face had been morphed into the epitome of pretty boy and with the right make up and wig he would easily pass as a member of the opposite sex! Allen desperately tried to fight the hands as they pinched at his eyes brows, making them thinner and more defined and winced as his ears grew bigger lobes and shrunk in size. Then hands started to tussle his hair and with each toss it grew a little longer and curlier. It was like watching a car accident for Allen, it was horrific seeing his body become something he hated but he couldn't look away as his short brown hair grew into a curly, messy blonde perm on the top of his head, completing his look into tiny, cute pretty boy.
"Oh honey aren't you just the cutest thing!" The voice echoed clearly pleased with its work. "Oh but why so glum?"
Allen could feel the rage building inside of him as he looked at his new face and body, he looked like a completely different person of course he was unhappy! Allen was just about to yell once again when the voice quickly cut him off.
"AHH How could I have been so silly! Of course you have that bitchy little face when I haven't finished your make over without giving you your new look!" The voice shouted in genuine shock as the pink hands quickly pulled at Allen's clothing.
As the lights flickered darker the hands started to twist and pinch at Allen's clothes and quickly they began to change. As one hand pulled up his shirt to reveal his midriff the fabric seemed to shrink away to turn it into a crop top and turned it a bright white so everyone could see him. The shorts he wore to the gym most days thickened as they turned to denim and then rapidly started shrinking until they were a cute pair of daisy dukes, wedging themselves up Allen's ass crack. While his shoes became pretty pink converse, the crucifix around his neck changed into a glittery rainbow, making it clear what the pink hands had turned Allen into. When the hands were finished the lights in the salon turned bright once again and the pink faded from the room.
"One ultra pink renewal finished and looking fabulous! What do you think cutie pie" The voice echoed, leaving Allen staring at his new body, outfit and face.
"Come on sweetie don't be shy, what do you think?"
Allen was left stunned for a moment as he looked at a reflection he did not recognise. A strong feeling of disgust and fury bulged inside him as he looked at his feminine features, diminished height, withered muscles and revealing outfit. "WHAT DO I THINK! TURN ME BACK NOW! I am a freak, I look like some pathetic, weak little fairy! I sound like a fucking little girl! I worked years to build muscles to become a monster at gym that woman wanted to fuck, that Felicity wanted to fuck! Not this prissy, little wimp that has never lifted a day in his life and couldn't lift his own limp little wrists! CHANGE ME BACK NOW YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!" Allen screamed into the void. In his head he still sounded intimidating, scary but in reality he just sound petulant and it only made him sound more pathetic.
Allen was left in silence and the more the quiet hung in the air the more vulnerable he started to feel, the more he was aware of how small he was, how he was still stuck to the floor and how he was still at the mercy of the voice.
"I am sorry you are not satisfied honey." The voice said dejected.
There was another long pause and for a moment Allen thought that perhaps the voice would reverse the changes.
"I know how to fix this though sweetie." The voice said back with its normally bubbly gleeful tone "I'm going to upgrade you! Instead of just the ultra pink renewal I'm gonna give the the super duper prissy pinky-winky dolly-wolly ultra deluxe package! Free of charge!"
"What NO stop!" Allen screeched as the lights flickered and the pink hands returned and this time one held an pink ethereal syringe.
"Careful sweetie you are going to feel a few sharp pricks!" the voice echoed joyfully as Allen yelped and tried once again to escape from the ghostly hands.
The first jab went straight into his lips and immediately they started swelling to an unnatural size. Each one grew fatter and more swollen until Allen found his mouth pushed into a permanent pout but even then they didn't stop. Each lip was pumped with ghostly liquid until they were so fat and swollen that they no longer closed properly, giving him a dumb bimbo pout. Allen yelped as his cheeks were pricked and they started to feel fuller. Allen could barely see but his face felt fuller as his cheeks swelled and his face felt tighter. Soon Allen's cheeks lost their natural contours and instead look bloated, overly plump, and shiny, with a swollen appearance even when he wasn't emoting. Allen cried as he felt hundreds of sharp pricks all over his face, he winced in pain but soon found it harder to move the muscles in his face as it was slowly filling with botox. Each prick injected more until his skin was tight, shiny and barely moved even with the vast distress Allen was feeling.
When the hands finally retreated Allen felt the tears return to his eyes as he no longer had his face, no longer did he have the cute femme face but now he had once bloated and filled to the brim with chemicals making his face look cheap, plastic and fake. Allen wanted to cry but his face barely moved.
"Pweathe thtop thith now... I'm begging you..." A squeaky voiced Allen said to the hands and he winced in embarrassment as he heard how distorted his speech was now thanks to his now plastic face and swollen lips.
Allen wanted to protest but the hands had already moved onto their next target as they grabbed onto his chest and started to squeeze painfully!
Allen felt his former pecs begin to grow and inflate, but this time they weren't growing with muscle. Inside his chest two very large pectoral implants were expanding and growing, each one getting bigger and bigger until they no longer fit into the pink hands. However, that didn't stop the hands from squeezing as each implant grew rounder and started to push out the crop top until it strained against the growing man tits. Allen was now weeping as his chest grew larger until the two unnatural mounds resembled breasts more than pectorals and hung heavy on his chest and threatened to become exposed as they outgrew the white top.
"Pweathe... I don't want titth, I'm a man... thtop it, wet me go..." Allen squeaked but the hands ignored him as they pulled at his outfit and squeezed and touched his body.
The crop top quickly turned pink and changed into a crop vest that now gave Allen much more support for his large man tits that jiggled in front of him. The daisy dukes turned pink and turned into tiny slutty athletic shorts that hugged his body, a body that has now become much softer as a small layer of fat covered any muscle he had left making him seem more doll like and curvy. Then shoes disappeared and were replaced with pink flip flops so he petite little feet were exposed, while each of the nails were painted a pink that matched his outfit.
"Pweathe!" Was all Allen was able to say before he started to sob, as the hands continued their work. The syringe returned and jabbed itself into his forehead and Allen felt his frown slowly disappear. He wanted to look sad, distressed unhappy but his face was now so paralysed with botox that he lost all expression! In fact it almost looked like he was happy!
The hands then grabbed the much smaller weaker Allen and turned him to the side. Then was a loud crack the hands spanked his ass. Allen yelped and cried but not as much as when he saw his ass cheeks begin to inflate and grow. With every hard spank his ass cheeks grew larger and rounder, not with fat, not with muscle but with the same ghostly material that now filled his pecs. Each of his ass cheeks expanded until they were the size of a basketball and they jutted out unnaturally like a shelf. Allen stared in disbelief and he was reminded of the ass he saw earlier in the day. Allen hung his head as he finally realised why this was happening to him and why Felicity had brought him here, she was never going to save him she had caused this.
As if on the cue the lights flickered, the hands disappeared and Felicity ran out of the back room.
Felicity squealed with glee and quickly embraced Allen. His girlfriend was now several inches taller than him and he had never felt so small and vulnerable before.
Allen tried to push Felicity off him but it was much more of struggle now that he was much smaller and weaker, his huge tits jiggling as he tried to step back from the woman that had betrayed him and turned him into a freakish mini ken doll.
"Oh Ally you look so fabulous! Love these tits! You were always more of an ass man though!"
"Get off me! Pweathe... you have to change me back... pweathe I'm thorry for what I thaid but you can't keep me wike thith!" Allen squeaked as he dried the tears from his eyes. He turned and looked at his reflection at the caricature he had become, his face was full of plastic and no longer could he pull any expression, his lips so swollen that he was always pulling a slutty pout. His body doughy, weak and small, something that could easily be overpowered and dominated even by his former girlfriend. The new fake ass and tits that now bounced and wobbled with every movement eclipsing any masculinity he had left. All made worse by his revealing pink outfit and accessories that screamed to everyone who looked at him that he was a flaming homosexual.
"Oh babe don't get upset! Please don't worry. It's all going to be alright follow me!" Felicity said with concern in her eyes as she grabbed Allen's now much smaller feminine hands and dragged him towards the exit.
While the hands above him hovered and the ghostly voice echoed "Ass man?"
Allen suddenly felt the pressure on his plump fake behind grow as each cheek once again began to grow. The once plump rounded cheeks swelled dramatically as layer after layer of thick filler and fat was pumped in, ballooning outward until each massive globe reached the absurd size of a large yoga ball. The skin stretched painfully tight and shiny across the enormous, perfectly round spheres, giving them an unnatural, plastic looking gloss. Deep, unnatural cleavage formed between the two gigantic cheeks, which sat unnaturally high and protruded so far backward that Allen’s lower back arched dramatically just to stay balanced. Walking became a humiliating waddle; the heavy, jiggling orbs slapped together with every step, the sheer weight making his narrow, weakened legs tremble. From behind, his silhouette was cartoonish, a tiny waist flaring into two massive, fake, yoga-ball-sized cheeks that dominated his entire lower body, the sides spilling outward in wide, shelf-like projections that made sitting almost impossible without them spreading and bulging obscenely.
Yet, Allen had no time to react to his massive ass as he was pulled into the evening air by his former girlfriend and over to a huge hulking scary man dressed all in leather and leaning against a motor cycle.
"Ally I want you to meet Ramrod. He is the head of the The Bitch-Splitters gang and they have been looking for a new member to play around with."
Allen was terrified as he looked at the monstrous tattooed man, who smiled at Felicity and then growled and sneered at him. The look in his eye was pure cruel lust as Allen saw the huge bulge in Ramrod's leather pants grow and twitch. The massive 10 inch cock fully on display in such tight leather pants. "Fuck she is perfect, the boys are gonna love fucking an ass that size and I bet them lips will feel fucking great when their tickling my balls."
Allen turned to Felicity his eyes wide with fear "Pweathe don't make me go wiff him... Fewithity!"
Ramrod then grabbed Allen by the hips and spun him around, shoving his face down over his motorcycle. Allen’s enormous, overfilled cheeks spread apart naturally from their sheer size and weight, the deep, tight cleft between them already glistening. Ramrod slapped one giant globe hard, watching it wobble like jelly. "Fuckin’ hell… these things are ridiculous," he laughed, gripping the bloated cheeks and then spanking them hard and making Allen yelp.
Allen whimpered through his plump, cock-sucking lips as the massive biker lined up his thick, bulge against the fabric where Allen's tiny, virgin hole and started to grind. "Please… I’m thtraight—" Allen tried to beg, but it came out as a pathetic, lispy whine. Ramrod didn’t care as he landed another hard smack on the massive cheeks. Ramrod snarled, gripping the sides of the ridiculous yoga ball cheeks like handles and using them to pull Allen up. He reached forward, shoving two thick fingers into Allen’s overfilled mouth, stretching those puffy lips even more. "Suck. That’s all that mouth is good for now." Tears ran down Allen’s flushed cheeks as Ramrod lifted him with ease and put him on the back of his bike. Allen's ass looked obscene as Ramrod drove him and the bitch-splitters newest toy to the clubhouse, where he would thoroughly used and abused for the rest of his days.
While Felicity smiled and waved, glad that there was one less bigot in the world and one more fat booty slut to keep the bitch-splitters out of trouble, all 47 of them.