Chapter 1

It is I! The Great Magnificent Transformo! Or at least that’s what they will call me. Should call me? I mean, if they found out about me, I feel like my name would be the least of my troubles ... anyway!

It was a normal average day yesterday, looking at anime girls online, wishing I could be parts of their undergarments. I mean, what man hasn’t wished for that, right? Totally normal I’d say.

When suddenly! I was struck by a lightning bolt ... while indoors! Don’t really understand that to be totally honest but I went from just ole plain me to The Great Magnificent Transformo! I knew in my heart of hearts and in my brain, that I could now transform into any object I desired! God had granted me my deepest desires and now there was nothing left to do but use them as God had intended them to be used!

To sexually experience all of my roommates!

Well, calling them roommates is a pretty hard stretch I suppose. We all just live in the same apartment building and I’m sure there’s some people I don’t know about that are around but that’s beside the point! How on earth is it that so many hot women live right around me?! Absolutely incredulous. But perhaps this is just God once more lighting the way?

Yes, yes that must be it! This was his plan from all along!

Now, my first foray into the great wilds of my neighbors rooms must be careful, planned and executed perfectly. Which is why I snuck in while Jenna was at work and right before she would return!

Now, I know what you’re saying and thinking. “The Great Magnificent transformo, what would be the first thing you turn into?!” And that, my dear hypothetical people of thought, is soap. Now I can hear you crying out. “Soap?! Why soap?!” Ah ah ah but it isn’t just any soap! It’s a bar of soap. For you see, Jenna, the hot tall brunette that leaves her doors unlocked for some reason, always takes a shower when she gets home from work. Many a thought have I had about it and what I could become for the best experience. Starting off with a bar of soap is a perfect idea where nothing can go wrong! She will use me to lather up her body, touching all of her places and then afterwards, I’ll sneak my way out ... a few hours later.

Sadly, quick transformations apparently weren’t a part of God’s plan. Once I’m transformed, it takes at least 6 hours before I can untransform. It’s been 2 now and I’ve had to entertain myself by doing nothing but imagining what will happen. It’s going to be so great!

I waited and soon I heard her door open as she walked in.

“Just put your stuff in the hallway.”

What? Who on earth was she talking to? I made sure she didn’t have a boyfriend or anything like that before I began my journey! Let no one say that The Great Magnificent Transformo!, is a cuck. That’s just wrong. God, I hope this won’t mess up my plans.

“You’re such a naggy sister.”

“If telling you where to put your stuff is nagging then you must be more irresponsible than I thought.”

“Gah!”

Sister?! How strange, I wasn’t aware that Jenna had a sibling...

Well, that should probably be fine.

“I’m going to go take a shower while you unpack.”

“Yeah yeah.”

Oh boy! The moment of truth, the penultimate to my ultimate, the alpha and the omega, the feeling of a naked woman’s wet body as she lathers herself up with me, is almost upon me!

I can see her now. (yes, dear readers, I can in fact see. Ya see, my biology is ... wait, no, there’s more important things afoot!)

I can see Jenna now, she’s long and tall, her legs making up a lot of her height. She strangely reminds me of Lra Crft from the Grave Robber games. But that’s no surprise really. Just look at her! Beautiful long hair, stern womanly face, legs for days, ah and it’s going to get even better!

I can see and watch as she takes off her clothes. First her shirt and wow. She doesn’t wear a bra? Holy crap. Her breasts are top tier in my opinion, solid C tier. As she removes her pants and her underwear with them (what a smooth motion!) I’m left stunned on this shelf. Her legs have always been her best part to me, truly, not that I stared or anything, definitely not, but her bare ass is truly a work of art! I’ve had people wax on and on about the ass but I’ve always been a boob man myself. But I think I can kinda see what they’re talking about now ... That belongs in a museum. An art museum. My god, it’s shaped like an hourglass.

As she steps into the shower and bends down a little to turn the faucets, I’m greeted by the second most amazing view I’ve ever seen with my two eyes. It’s enough for me to rethink not having a boner and where exactly that particular bit of my analogy ends up because it certainly feels rock hard.

Soon, water pours down across her, wetting her body, her hair, her skin and I feel something deep inside me call out as I feast upon this experience with eyes. There is a reason man first created art, it is when he was struck by such incredible untimely beauty that he looked up to the heavens and said “If only, if only I could capture a small slice of such pure magnificence, then I could die an accomplished man.” And so, he toiled, he toiled day and night and day and night until finally, finally he had made something more than worthy to exist in this world, that inspired awe, that could cause the masses to cry and shed tears of pure joy, that could lead men to wars. And he would laugh and smile, at all of the praise, for he knew. He knew he had only caught the barest whispers of the absolute beauty that had inspired him.

And this was that beauty appearing now in front of my eyes. My rock hard invisible(?) erection had morphed into a holy thing. After seeing such an angel, an erection was natural, nay, required. It was like an art piece taking your breath away, no man or woman could look at me now and not understand my feelings. No, they would clap me on the back and congratulate me on finally seeing such a profound existence upon this earth and say “Yeah, I remember my first look as well.” I had never once felt so connected with my fellow man.

And then she grabbed me and the world came crashing back to reality.

I am not afraid to admit that I felt, what some might refer to as ... fear, in that moment.

For a very very important fact I had not at all considered, and 100% should’ve, had suddenly become the only thing grabbing my mind.

She was grabbing me. She was holding me.

Now, I fully understood that that would happen, that’s not the surprising part. Perhaps I had thought it would feel a little different though. As it felt as if I had shrunken or if I was just walking and minding my own business one day when a giant hand of God had suddenly grabbed and I was now extremely aware that God was massive. In this case, God was a giant 50 foot tall woman to me.

It felt so real! It felt less like I had become a bar of soap, and more just like I had shrunk. My senses were, dear I say, completely fucking with me. I felt my back against her palm, her fingers curled around my torso, my legs hanging in the air, but I also felt exactly as if I was a square block of soap as well. And by the feeling of her pinky on a certain part of me, I had also located that boner I was wondering about.

It wasn’t long before any of those thoughts left me and I was left with nothing but “BOOBS!” shouting in my mind. Jenna had decided to start lathering up by starting with her great and giant boobs. Which had gone from massive to skyscrapers to me. I felt as she pressed my body up against her skin, rubbing me. It was like a giant cloud. Except way more supple. The water going down added to the experience as we were both wet at this point and I felt as the front of my body got rubbed all around her chest. It was, magical doesn’t begin to describe. I was literally being used as soap, rubbing the front of my body and dick against giant mounds of boob! The only thing that could have made it better is if I could have buried my head further down, but no, being rubbed all across was just as good.