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Hiros couldn’t believe his luck; a new Japanese house beautifully furnished, and in a prime location. At just the age of 22 he really landed on his feet he mused to himself as he typed away on his PC, adding to his ‘Disharmony’ social media profile. The real estate agent warned him that the property had devalued due to ‘paranormal activity’ which had scared away the previous owners allowing him to purchase it far below market price.

“Pff, yeah, right.” He dismissively spoke out loud, finally finishing his profile with a satisfied ‘click’.

“As if there are any supernatural beings here. Good to see that paranoia is alive and well, ‘cause how else was I going to afford such an extravagant property, even with my dragon’s horde of caption money that I’ve diligently earned over the years?”He yawned out loud, stretching in his computer chair.

Unbeknownst to Hiros an incorporeal voyeur had taken position in the corner of the room, observing the trespasser in her home. The grudge she exuded towards him dropped the temperature in the room they occupied, she wanted this unwanted visitor gone, but the true thing she desired was life anew. When she realized that Hiros was so absorbed in the computer and not in her presence or the sudden cold snap in the room she hatched a plan.

*BADUMB*

A notification from ‘Disharmony’? He hadn’t registered anyone yet in his friend list, had one of his pals found and added him already?

Hiros took a quizzical look at the screen to see a message from a user with more of a mass of corruption than an actual profile name, bizarre squiggles and symbols spelled out the profile name +-(0?|.

“It was so hurtful…” the message read.

Confused, Hiros typed back “Who are you?”

“Who are you? Can you give me your name first, please?” The mystery person responded. The fact that they didn’t know the recipient of the message put Hiros on guard, but he felt like he had nothing to lose by only telling them his first name.

“Hiros” he bluntly replied. As he did, a subtle tingly warmth began at his toes and spread to his scalp, the sensation leaving him as quickly as it began.

*BADUMB*

“Hiros… I tried dating him when I was younger, but didn’t have the courage…” Another cryptic message delivered to Hiros, adding to his confusion. Was this one of his friends playing some weird prank? Hiros realized that the 4th and 5th letter of the contact had become “o” and “s” respectively, the profile picture becoming clearer.

“Hey… who is this?"Hiros hesitantly responded.

“Who do you think it is? Tell me.” The messenger quickly replied.

“Is that you Lukos? This isn’t like you, stop messing around.” In the immediacy of hitting ‘send’ the odd warmth returned with more intensity, the prickly energy traveled throughout his body and, just as before, dissipated as quickly.

Panting in sudden fatigue from the bristling energies, Hiros looked at the profile contact, more letters came into focus from the symbolic chaos they originated. The name now spelled out ‘Hi(os’. Anxiety made itself known as the messenger’s profile picture sharpened to show a blurry image of… Hiros himself.

*BADUMB*

“I loved him, I adored him, but it wasn’t enough… If only I could have a second chance…” Hiros could almost hear the voice trail off in his own head, even though he was reading text there was something effeminate about it in his mind.

“I’m going to go…”Hiros punched into his keyboard with shaking fingers.

‘Was it always this cold in here?’ He thought to himself.

“What if I am one of your dear friends? Wouldn’t it be rude to leave? Try again, if I’m not Lukos then who am I?” The message all but demanded of him. The sinking sensation in Hiros’ stomach didn’t halt his reply, as though his quivering fingers were possessed, he responded.

“Lana? Is that you? This is in really poor taste, even for you!”

TAP! With the message sent. Abrupt searing warmth gripped him, prickly pins and needles tickling his body.

*BADUMB*

“Tell me…”

“Tell you what?”Hiros stated, more out of a sense of agitation than truly wishing to know.

“Tell me, how does it feel having such a bountiful chest? It must put quite a strain on that back, indeed with such bad posture in that computer chair…”

Hiros looked down in fear, instinctively he knew he was about to change, his history with captions adding a certain expectation to such odd interactions. True to his suspicions his chest began to pulse, each pulse pushing more and more growing titflesh outwards. The feelings of shock in his mind was overclouded by the sense that his flat male chest wasn’t what should be there, as though something more should be present in that area. The growth stopped at roughly D-Cups, his erect, girly nipples stood well defined in his tight shirt.

Hiros gawped. They were large and attention demanding, but they could be worse, right?

*BADUMB*

Apprehensively, he willed his head to look up.

“Not every woman is fortunate, or maybe unfortunate, to have such large G-Cups adorning their chest… Finding bras must be an issue, no?” The message read, a mocking tone being undoubtedly present.

His shirt groaned in protest, followed by the sounds of multiple tears. Whatever, whoever was contacting him was changing him with their messages. As much as this rang alarm bells in his mind, he couldn’t move from his chair, only able to watch as with a sudden, almighty *RRRRIIIIPPP* the valiant fight that his shirt managed thus far was lost, soft, malleable G-Cups swinging freely.

*BADUMB*

“Hmmm, maybe I was incorrect in my presumption, you may be comfortable being seated in that chair after all… with so much cushion down below.” Hiros was unsure whether he spoke these words or read them as he focussed from his monitor down to his chair.

He felt a twitching pressure now in his ass cheeks, his height altered with every spasm, more gelatinous fat being pumped from seemingly nowhere into his thighs, his waist and his growing voluminous ass. The seams of his jeans tried to hold on as they struggled against a tide of flesh that would undoubtedly break the damn of structural integrity. With a quick tear, she knew what she predicted had come to pass.

Barely being able to see over the mountains on her chest Hiros groaned as she examined her legs. It had been some years since she had the problem of outgrowing her jeans, her friends often joked with her about ‘having too much junk in the trunk’, but being the age of 36 it was embarrassing to not be able to buy and fit into your own clothing.

“I’m so silly!” Hiros spoke to herself. “How long have I been purchasing clothing for myself? It is no surprise that this clothing never fit me… I’m far too old to be wearing clothing like this anyway…” Hiros blushed as she pressed a palm to her face in embarrassment, recoiling in shock as she did.

“Th-this isn’t my face!” She exclaimed, frantically feeling her facial features. She felt a masculine nose, bristles and angular jaw. Her hair too! It was longer than this! Granted, it wasn’t as silky and luxurious as when she was younger but this style could only be described as ‘butch’!

*THUD!*

“EEP!”

An object landing on her desk caught her by surprise; an old-fashioned pocket mirror with a powder brush and foundation landed open on her desk.

“Oh my… Where did this come from?” Hiros wonderingly looked at the cosmetic kit that appeared from seemingly nowhere, carefully picking it up to examine herself.

Cautiously raising the mirror to her face Hiros expected the worst, but as the mirror got closer her face oddly twitched and pulled pleasantly, her neck being tickled by something. When she finally got an opportunity to view herself she saw the face she always recognised however, round jaw, plump cheeks, long black cascading hair, not an ounce of masculinity present.

“My my, it must've been a senior moment. Hehe~” She chuckled to herself, popping the cap off of her lipstick and carefully applying it to her lips. Was it her imagination or did her lips just seemingly inflate a little, looking softer, plumper and more pronounced? No, it was obviously just the lipstick, those cosmetic manufacturers sure are clever being able to pull that effect off and confusing an aging lady like her!

*BADUMB*

Oh, that was right, she was finishing her Disharmony profile…

For a moment she thought she saw a man’s profile, but after a quick blink she saw that everything seemed in order, profile name; Harriet, with a cute picture of herself if she dared say so herself!

Harriet reminisced on why she created her profile; she needed to find someone, a man, to help her fill this new big empty house with children. After all, she had so much love to give that she’d need at least five children to spread it to! What better way to find a partner than social media, the way the youngsters do nowadays?

Happy with what she accomplished she went looking for clothes, standing up her body felt alien for the briefest moment before she walked to her bedroom, a revealing knit dress and stockings was waiting for her. She tore off the damaged clothing, ruminating on just how ridiculous she had been trying something so youthful and masculine on.

Slipping into the dress the soft material seemed to caress her arms and shoulders, narrowing them, her arms now lacking any definition. Her silky stockings seemed to glide over her soft skin, eliminating her leg hair. Standing, her stomach shifted, now becoming slightly more concave, really emphasizing her hourglass figure.

Looking at herself in the bedroom mirror she admittedly looked gorgeous. But how does she start finding a man using social media? She isn’t computer literate, surprising herself that she even managed to create a profile!

*BADUMB*

A new message?

“Hey baby, you look great, want to catch a movie?”

Oh, maybe it won’t be so difficult after all…

Post Script:
Thought I'd upload an easier-to-read version with a docx file attached below. I hope this makes for a more enjoyable reading experience! The only issue is the text colour vanishes when presented on Patreon.