Bars used to be more fun. Or at least, that’s what Ted always insisted. Grey sort of hated that he left his house to go hang out with Ted, but Ted had been patient with Grey when he went to the last bad movie night which was very disappointing since the movie was actually okay. Weirdly enough, though, if you go to a bar where the majority of the people are of a certain age, everyone is just staring at their phones and not really achieving the sort of encouraging social adhesion that people expect in bars. Grey half wondered why Ted even wanted to go to a bar as Don’t Stop Believing played on the public access jukebox that literally anyone could change, thus making every patron complicit with a war crime.
Everyone was nursing fruity drinks and sour beers, scrolling through social media feeds, or replying to DMs from their friends who were not at the bar and thus not adding anything to the sum total vibe. Ted showed no signs of disappointment and escorted his friend to a table and ordered drinks for both of them. It was a sweet gesture, but Grey quickly swapped his drink to a water.
Grey sighed, scanning his eyes across the bar to try and occupy his eyes. Suddenly, with no warning at all, Ted had pushed a phone screen into Grey’s view. “Hey, have you seen this trailer?”
“I always assumed our conversations had adblock installed.” But it was much too late, and Ted already hit play. Gray watched as the trailer erupted before his eyes, bright colors reflecting off his retina like a cinema projector. It was a bizarre trailer for that cellphone game everyone was losing their minds about. There was this cute blonde girl doing some weird dancing? And everyone else starts doing it too? The music sounded good despite Ted’s tinny speakers making their best effort to turn the EDM song playing into the sound a can makes when its opened.
It is the exact kind of video that you would enjoy if you were watching it in the privacy of your home like a good meal. But just like any good meal it is much less delectable when you’re forced to consume it directly from Ted’s hands. Grey feigned his interest at the exact socially acceptable but aloof level and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, it’s um? Pretty good?”
“Zenless Zone Zero!” Ted smiled and gave the statement an uncomfortable amount of room. “Yeah, they added a new character. She’s pretty cute, right? I spent like $40 trying to get her last night but no luck. So basically, everyone is obsessed with her. Like, just look at all the views on the trailer! It has more views than the reveal trailer!”
Grey of course really, really liked how the trailer looked and thought the girl was cute, but again, it was the kind of feelings you needed to process alone. “Um, yeah.” He coughed. “Looks like the kind of character a lot of people would get obsessed with.” Grey awkwardly looked at his own phone… he had ZZZ downloaded still.
“I bet you get obsessed with her!” Ted assumed quite rudely and accurately. “Like, really really. Remember when you joked about buying a cosplay for New Years? Well, here ya go!”
“Umm, that was a joke I made when I was drunk about something I’d do if I was drunker. Trust me, I don’t want to be this Burnice girl—I mean cosplay as her!” He stuttered and felt a bit… strange. Like, awkward in that he was struggling with his words. “Excuse me for a sec, alright?” Grey hoped he didn’t look too flustered as he pushed out of his chair. He paid extra attention to his shoes hitting the floor, toes first followed by his heels. Ted nursed his drink as Grey vanished into the bathroom.
He looked in the mirror and tried to control his breath. He managed to laugh off the weird feeling and push it down, like throwing a tarp over a bundle of balloons before they flutter away. It was still there but it felt small now, contained. Grey turned the faucet on the bathroom sink and wet his hands before running it through his short brunette hair. His phone buzzed more than once, activating his check-my-phone instincts. Two messages from Ted, one of them was the trailer he had just shown Grey and the other was a link to a Burnice cosplay someone had begun to sell. Cheap as hell and probably didn’t look a thing like the picture.
With his phone out he decided to at least open the game as a little joke. He thought for sure the game was going to demand a massive update from him but somehow it just booted right up without any issue. Hoyo must have gotten better about just… updating stuff automatically somehow. He had barely started the game; basically just got to the first time the game would let you gamble for the waifus and then left. He had just enough premium currency to try for the banner character one more time.
That bright, pretty drawing of Burnice smiled up at him, drawing his eyes away from the mirror like a hypnotic spiral. “Ughh… I mean yeah, she’s cute but…” He felt that strange feeling rushing up inside him again, pushing him further.
He didn’t notice that his height had begun to sink, that his hair was slowly growing. His finger lowered to the button to do a single pull. Click. The intense animation exploded across the screen, erupting with loud music (he thought his phone was muted) and bright colors that demanded his full attention. THWOOSH!
SUPER AGENT CONTRACTED.
Burnice White appeared on the screen, ecstatically proclaiming how glad she was to “see ya.” Grey felt a gambler’s high rush through his system, sending both of his arms up in the air to cheer. “Holy shit! I never win these!” Immediately his mind rushed with the sort of fallacies everyone succumbs to when they pull the lever, and the slot machine lies. Maybe this really was his character?
She was cute and perky and that trailer was really nice. For some reason it was hard to really think more critically, most likely the high that was previously mentioned. But when he looked up, he was knocked out of the vision when he didn’t quite recognized the reflection.
Why was their hair so blonde and bright? Why was their skin so soft looking? They raised a hand and touched their cheek and it didn’t feel a thing like how it felt before. There wasn’t a single hair that the razor missed or any blemish that felt off. It was blanket soft and just touching it made her brain want to—wait? Wait wait… The thought train slammed the brakes and Grey realized something extremely weird was going on. They splashed water in their face but reality refused to change. They pinched their soft cheek and wouldn’t wake up from the dream and almost collapsed back into the self-adoration mode they had barely evaded before. Something was… wrong! The phone was still blasting the new character music. Grey grabbed their phone, ignoring their manicured nails, and tucked it back into their pocket.
“Shit… shit! This is too weird! No this is actually messed up!!! Did Ted do this somehow? Did I do this?” Every explanation was unlikely when in truth Grey just simply had to change. They didn’t know this yet and that feeling refused to fully manifest quite this soon. It was still suppressed, held back like fuel waiting to burn. Grey’s hands went to his chest where he could feel everything slowly grow and get… just a bit… more… perky.
His bland t-shirt had a slight bump to it now that would easily earn some eyes, and his waist began to thin and narrow. He lifted his shirt just to check and saw more than he should have let himself see. “Oh my… that…” He needed to go. This couldn’t be happening and surely going home would solve this. At least leaving meant not going through this in the bathroom.
He slipped from the bathroom and saw Ted at his seat still, apparently playing on his phone like everyone else. Grey was thankful that he drove in alone. He was almost to the door when the sound of his heels clicking on the floor surprised both Grey and some of the patrons.
“Ummm…” Grey turned to the eyes that were suddenly on him and went to adjust his shorts only to find a short black skirt that was struggling to contain his rapidly thickening thighs. He ran his legs together, suddenly taking a posture he hadn’t taken before. It was very… attractive girl was feeling a little too seen. He tried to adjust his posture into something more masculine or neutral, but his instincts denied him as Ted suddenly walked over squinting.
“No way! Grey! Did you already get the cosplay?”
“Huh?” Grey scrunched his face like the lemon he just bit into tasted like chocolate. “No?! I literally learned Burnice existed today, how could I have bought the cosplay?”
“Oh! So, you just look like this, then?” Ted snickered. “Well, it looks amazing whatever it is! Is this that estrogen I’m always hearing about?”
“No?!” Grey grunted in frustration and exaggeratedly facepalmed and dragged his fingers across his face like running your hand through a sandbox. When his face came back up from his exasperation his eyes had turned orange and fiery. “Listen! Something weird is going on and—urghh!” Grey closed his arms around his chest as activity began.
It was like an earthquake emerged unexpectantly in little waves at first. He felt the early shudders and then a much large THWOOSH as his tits doubled in size and pushes out against his t-shirt as reality nibbled away at it, replacing the material with a stretchy black fabric. Another smaller rumble began again and Grey doubled over in preparation before BWOOOMPH! They doubled again as his shirt halved in size again giving him less and less shirt and more and more undeniable heavy swaying—
He stood up on his heels and took deep breaths. “I—” He covered his mouth. He did not sound like him. The pitch was cute but… But…! “I need to get going! Before I…” The little rumbles were growing in his chest again. He felt this intense heat growing inside him as his knees bent closer inward toward each other. “I…”
The sound of gasps from behind the bar drew the attention as suddenly the realization was drawn that there was no bartender tonight since the last one around tonight was sick. Everyone sounded disappointed and an air of depression overcame it. It was cruel, it was terrible…
“ACHOOO!!!” And with one loud THWOOMPH and twin jets of fire erupting behind her, Burnice erupted from the ashes to become fire and maybe even more ashes! With fire in her eyes, she danced over to the bar and climbed over the table. “That was weird! Anyways! I heard everyone needs drinks? Well, luckily enough you have a certified mixologist ready to go! So long as you don’t mind a little fire. So, order up! Who’s first?”
It was a miracle. Phones slowly went down, and we all become a little bit more connected. Eagerly, they all ordered their favorite drinks, and Burnice ignored them and served whatever she wanted. Sometimes they got mad, but it was hard to stay mad at such a cute face! And seeing all those people so happy and joyous, it made it hard for Burnice to hide her own excitement as her skirt became terribly tented. There was a little voice telling her to be restrained but she was struggling to care about that little voice anymore and simply drowned it out.
Her hands went beneath her skirt between shakers and cocktails, tending to a different cock instead that needed just as much shaking. How heavy it was too, she swore it had gotten bigger since the last time she had noticed it! And how pent up those heavy balls were too. For some reason she couldn’t stop playing with them or running her hands up her cute tight stomach or to her breasts squeezed inside a too small tube top.
“Ehehe…~” She mindlessly played with them, letting them jiggle and even slip out of her top before someone loudly asked for a drink for what must have only been the tenth time. “Order up!” She quickly filled a mug and offered it to the impatient customer who didn’t seem to be any calmer. “Here! Turn that frown upside down and this skirt inside out~” She climbed right on top of the bar and leaned down as she balanced on her heels. Her jiggly rear couldn’t be contained as she swayed her hips shamelessly and felt… euphoric.
All the eyes on her, all the music swelling, all the delicious weight pulling on her. When she felt the customer’s hands on her hips and saw the pleading eyes she didn’t hesitate. “I mean it, lose that frown and take me to town. Whatever it takes to get another satisfied customer~”
She was pulled over the table and into an aggressive kiss. Her twin tails were tugged on for the perfect handle. And then she was bent over the table with her breasts spilling any drinks nearby. She just laughed, noticing that this very eager customer couldn’t stop thrusting to the beat~
So yeah, being Burnice is awesome.