#libido change

[cottonundiestf]

Transformation Charm Game: justanotherdrone

The Temple Doors open and @justanotherdrone enters the domain of the Fates and the Charm Game begins! The Fates stir and magic fills the air…

[Style: Country Girl]

…and your clothes start to dissolve, reshaping themselves on your body. Your yoga pants and sneakers form together into some cute boots and your skater skirt creeps up, reforming into a worn-out pair of cut-off denim shorts that don't fully cover your ass.

Your top shrinks, the fabric creeping up to expose your belly until the buttondown is tied to snugly cradle your modest breasts.

You reach up over your head to feel the brim of a cowgirl hat and notice your arms have developed a nice tan befitting a girl who spends her time out in the country. The color covers everything but some clear tan lines left from a bikini you wore out by the lake.

This wasn't your style, you know, but at the same time, this IS your style. Now it always has been; deep down, you're always gonna be a country girl, from your clothes to your southern accent.

I blushed when I seen my clothes change, running over to a puddle of water to look at my skin. Seeing it darken, tanning, like the popular girls that I went to school with. The only pale skin on my chest, the tan lines, drawing attention to them, only moreso with my top. I reached up to them to try and undo the knot, to take the top off. I…I still had a bra on under this, didn't I? I…I didn't remember wearing one. All those days workin in the field, it was hard t'breathe, no real point n having one…

The magic makes the room feel like campfires and honeysuckles as energy swirls once more...

[Style: Forever Heels]

…this time focusing on one specific aspect of your wardrobe: your shoes. Boots compliment your new look nicely, but they're still too modest. Your perspective shifts as the heel of your shoes extends, lifting you five inches off the ground!

It isn't just your shoes, though; you feel the tingle in the arch of your foot. Intrinsically, you know; your feet are molded to the arch of a good high heel.

Retroactively and going forward, you feel increasing discomfort when flat-footed. Your natural standing position matches that of at least a four-inch heel. Even barefoot, you'll forever be walking on your tiptoes now.

But permaheels aren't ALL bad; they make your ass look great, after all. In fact, your butt gets a perky little boost so it can be properly shown off hanging out of those tiny shorts.

I felt my calves flex, as the heels grew. I'd also be lyin if I didn't reach round and grab a feel for myself, giving my rear a gentle squeeze. Hopefully I wouldn't trip but…so far there wasn't any downsides!!

The magic is glad to see you so curious, flaring back to life and following your lead…

[Thicc Thighs]

…seeping into your backside. You can feel the warmth radiating through your ass and thighs, like a cake being baked. And just like cake, as the heat grows, your thighs and backside start expanding outward, becoming dense and squishy with layer after layer of new flesh.

When you take a step, you feel the jiggle. Your thighs rub together as you walk, and the perky apple-shaped butt those heels gave you is now a full serving of wobblemeat. Given your love of tiny shorts and skimpy skirts, the lower half of your ass will probably be on permanent display going forward.

I reached back with both hands, squeezing and shaking it. It's be so much fun twerkin on a guy, maybe even getting him to fall in love. Sex would be wild. I could have a handsome husband to run the ranch with me. Course, I wouldn't stay in the house, I'd be pullin my own weight with the chores!

It's nice of this good old fashioned country girl to aspire to a nice domestic ranch life. But the magic swirls…

[Sexuality: Promiscuous Girl]

…and has other plans. This time it settles right between your legs, lighting a little fire in your core that grows quickly, building the heat in your body and spreading to your mind.

You're horny. Not just now, but always. Your cunt probably makes more decisions than you do, leading you to flirt, tease, and seduce anyone that strikes your fancy. Your motivation almost always boils down to getting someone to fill your needy holes.

This unfortunately overrides your ability to restrain yourself, which isn't great news for relationships. You can feel yourself remembering now; you try having relationships and finding that cowboy or girl to settle down with. But you just can't keep from fucking his friends, his cousins, or strangers from the honky-tonk.

You can't help that you put the ho in hoedown?

It just…always feels good!! And with my assets I can have anyone I want, boys, girls, daddy's helpers on the ranch. One day, my helpers. I'd pay em, but the best workers would get a special bonus at the end a the week for bein such a good boy…

Who could blame you, right? The magic was almost spent for the day, but there was enough left to rest like a mote on your tongue…

[Syllable Limit; 1]

robbing it of linguistic complexity. Oh, sorrt, that might sound complicated after the dice of fate roll

and your brain suffers a bit of a drain! Your mental word bank, accrued over decades, loses anything longer than a single syllable. If you try speaking a longer word, your tongue will trip over it, and if a sentence has too many words longer than one syllable, your ability to understand it will dwindle, leaving you with a dumb, confused expression.

It's safe to say you dropped out of high school. You gave up on studying, content for a simple farm girl life on the ranch, slutting it up at country bars ever night. But isn't this so much better than being smart and dealing with a service job, all without a certified country-fed dumptruck ass?

The magical voice of the Fates whispers in your ear, "How do you feel about your new life, cowgirl?"

I shud…shud…shiv…my new hot bod felt like fuzz, and I gave a nod to the weird n fun voice in my head. This felt ama…cool!! Hard to think but like, I can fuck men and wom…and girls, they can talk and think for me!!

Exactly! You have a wonderful life lined up for you now where you don't need complicated words.

Go forth, make do like a country girl, and enjoy riding cowgirl!

(But maybe be careful not to smother whoever you're riding in all that ass...)

End.

Shoutout to justanotherdrone for taking part in her own transformation and giving me the go-ahead to include her replies!

As always, I do these VERY occasionally in my Discord Server if you want to get a live sneak peek. (Fair warning, I'm still pretty behind on my wait list and have been known to go months between games.)

[cottonundiestf]

Oh… “Winds Kiss”? Now that you mention it, it has been missing from my shelves… I must have misplaced it… It is said to make whoever drinks it very sensitive, in the best way possible… basically orgasmic!

Layla downed the tasty drink and looked back at her work.

Except it was getting hard to focus. The material of her shirt was so... abrasive? But not in a painful way; just in a way that made her hyper-aware of how the fabric rubbed her nipples.

And when she realized that, it was only natural she finally noticed how much the cotton of her undies rubbed against her, making her needier and hornier.

Soon, there was no focusing on work as she tried taking off all her clothes to make the situation better. No dice. Even the gentle changes in the air of her own apartment were setting her skin ablaze, rising goosebumps all over her.

Layla retreated to her bed, eventually needing to "deal" with this rising swell of sensation, but climaxing five times did little to abate the issue. She'd have to start calling over "support" at this rate.

OG Potion Post

[cottonundiestf]

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Hmm...let's see here, seems the analysis of what came about from my changes finally shined through, so let's...oh. Oh...oh, okay, I see what's gone on here...

Trapped in a meeting, trying to focus on what's going on around you...yet you can't realize what's happening with your very being? God, what a beautiful program this is...

Anyways, I think it's time for a few more changes. I do wish to keep things slow and steady, make it harder for the mind to catch onto any changes, but I also cannot risk being stagnant and losing access to such a wonderful program. Hmm...where to start, where to start...

Well...considering how one of your complaints was your fellow employees having a step on you, why don't we make that something more physically measurable? Why don't we fulfill part of that complaint, and make it so you perhaps are closer to even footing with them? Raising your height up to, say, 6'2" should help out with that...an extra half a foot in height should mean you move faster, no?

Hmm, but if you are going up in size all-around, then things need to be kept proportionate. After all, those D cups may look nice on you currently, but at that height, they may seem a bit...small. Growing them to be able to fill out an F cup should make things look better. While I'm at it, though, I really shouldn't leave the bottom half of the hourglass unattended. How about rounding that butt out by a few more inches, and really make people take notice of you?

After all, someone like you must be eager to get people to notice you, yes? To get people to want you, to get people to desire you, to get people's attention? You probably get off on people's attention, on how they look at you, how they sexualize you, fantasize about you. It all must be so hot to you, knowing that there are men and women alike who get themselves off to you.

Of course, that isn't too becoming of an intelligent, all-natural woman, is it? No, in fact, I'd argue that, with how you look, there's less of a need for book smarts than before. You'll still have your job, maybe, probably, but you definitely won't be as smart as before - maybe just one (1) less point in Intelligence again, but you're definitely not Clever, that is for sure.

Instead, that former trait of yours? That can be made into something more basic, something easier to understand. Why not just keep it simple and state it how it is: you are Horny. Always, always horny...never able to escape those depraved, arousing thoughts swirling in that blonde-covered head of yours.

Stay horny for me, Layla. I'll be waiting to see how these changes play out~!

I don't know why I'm tripping over myself walking around the office. I'm oblivious to my new height as adjustments to my height and build apply retroactively.

I notice co-workers looking at me. Something about that is making me unbelievably horny. Even the way guys steal looks at me is getting to me, and I don't even like guys that much!

Work becomes a bit more of a struggle, but I'm starting to focus more on my clothes; maybe if I start showing more skin at work, people will keep staring at me...

Thank you for continuing the game, mrleedles3!

[cottonundiestf]

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I'm glad to see you're doing better but we can do better.

Maybe make you a professional writer and one who writes erotica successfully.

And let's make you wealthy so you don't need to work. Good girls don't have to work.

Let's also raise your libido some, and let's change your casual outfits to skimpy.

And let's have your favorite writing place be the strip club maybe have you crush on one of the dancers. But are you lusting after her or are you desiring to be a bigger bimbo than her?

Without an office to go into, I woke up late. It was fine; I would get some writing done before heading out to the strip club for some "inspiration."

That was the excuse, at least! I also had money to burn, and watching my favorite dancer writhe and put herself on display on stage was so fulfilling. I bet she was having an amazing time.

I stuck out as a patron each night because some nights, I wasn't wearing much more than the dancers. But with how often I was getting horny these days, having my favorite dancer grind on me in the private room nightly was blessed relief.