Glitter Bomb [Man to Party Woman TG]

Devin has been getting revenge on his ex by stealing her parcels, so she decides to get her revenge with a very special glitter bomb designed to transform whoever opens it. 

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I watched the postman carefully from my car as he made his way along the road. I smirked a little as he placed the package down on Katie’s doorstep and carried on his merry way. He’d be out of earshot in a few minutes, and I would be free to pinch it. I’d been nervous at first, this whole porch piracy had been James’ idea, revenge for Katie dumping me. I’d felt bad the first time we snatched one of her deliveries, but the more I did it, the easier it got. There was never anything important inside; most of the time it was obscenely expensive make-up and frankly, without me around, who did she have to look pretty for? 

He would return it a few days later; cases open with the make-up half dug out, the pages missing from the books. Just a little annoyance to make her life more difficult. He’d quit eventually when he sensed she’d gotten her just deserts for leaving him high and dry. She had the gall to say he was too demanding, him! She was the one who was constantly dolling herself up; what was the point of all that lipstick if she didn’t put it to good use? 

The mailman disappeared and like lightning, I raced across the front yard and up to the porch, making sure to keep my hood down to hide from the security camera she’d installed last week. The package was slightly heavier than usual and seemed to have some heft to it. Maybe she finally splurged on a new gaming system. That could be fun to play with at her expense! 

With a grin on my face, I rushed back to the car across the street and carefully placed the package down on the passenger seat. I started up the car and hit the call button, I could hear the grin in James’ voice.

“Package acquired?”

“Heading back to base now.”

He cackled, and I laughed along with him.

“Alright, I’ve got the fellas here. We’ll all come over and see what goodies she’s got for us.”

~

Katie watched as Devin’s car drove away. She’d known for a while it was her awful ex stealing her mail and she’d had enough of it. Through the crack in her blinds, she smiled. He had no idea what he’d just picked up. 

“Have fun, you asshole.”

~

I tapped my foot impatiently. The innocuous brown box sat in the middle of my coffee table, begging to be opened, and James and the boys were taking forever to get here. It was strange, unlike almost everything else she’d ordered, the packaging wasn't obvious, there was no brand name, no insignia or company logo, just Katie's name and address in plain black on a white sticker. 

The curiosity was killing me. Was it something naughty? She had been single for a few weeks now, maybe she was getting desperate and ordered herself a toy from one of those discreet online companies. The idea sent a thrill through me. God, I could just imagine her horrified face when she realised somebody had taken it. She’d be so embarrassed; serves her right. 

‘Where are you guys!’ I texted

‘Stopped for burgers.’

I rolled my eyes. Typical. Well, Katie was my Ex and I was the one who’d gone to all the trouble of stealing the package, so I might as well get the first peek. James and the others could bitch about it later. Scissors made quick work of the tape, and I slid the brown off box to reveal…another box.

“Well, that’s less exciting than I thought.” I muttered, grabbing the lid, “What do we have he-AAAAAAAGHHHH!”

The second the seal was broken, the lid was pressed off by a huge puff of air. It slipped from my fingers and went flying, but I didn't have a chance to see where it went as a huge cloud of fine, glittery power shot right into my face. 

“Bleck! Ugh!” He spat, trying to get it all out of my mouth. “Ew, Oh God, it’s everywhere!”

The glitter was everywhere, all over my clothes, my skin, it was even in my eyelashes. A shower of glitter covered my eyes with every blink, and swore as a little audio file played from the trapped package.

“Maybe that’ll teach you not to take things that don’t belong to you! Asshole!”

“Katie…” I muttered. “Fuck sake, real mature…”

Deep down, I knew I didn't really have a leg to stand on maturity-wise. I had been stealing her packages…but she started it by breaking up with me. God, I could already see James’ face when he got here with the guys; they’d be laughing about this for months. I stumbled into the bathroom, hopelessly trying to wipe the extra fine sparkles off me, which only managed to spread them around. I looked at my reflection and groaned. 

“I look like a drag queen…”

The glitter was everywhere, even coating my lips and giving the illusion that they were fuller somehow. I wiped at it, but each attempt to clear the glitter only seemed to push it into my skin more. It was going away, but…it wasn't coming off in my hands. I blinked in confusion, my eyelids suddenly feeling strangely heavy. I pinched a few between my thumb and forefinger, expecting clumps of glitter to come with, but instead, they came away suspiciously clean. It was like my eyelashes themselves had suddenly gotten heavier. 

I peered at my own reflection and watched in confusion as the glitter on my cheek seemed to disappear. It sank into my skin, vanishing and then to my horror, I watched the bones beneath my skin move. 

“What the hell!?”

It wasn’t the only thing moving either; I could feel my body shifting in ways that felt completely unnatural. The bones in my hips clicked and then stretched. 

“Ow! Ow! What the fuck! That hurts!”

I braced myself against the sink and hissed in pain as I felt my hips widening. I craned my neck to try and look, only to watch as my ass cheeks inflated one after the other. It was all at once, too; it wasn’t a slow stretch like my hips had been. One second I had my usual flat butt; the next, my pants were straining to contain my bubbly cheeks. 

“What the hell is happening!?”

I couldn't explain it, so I certainly couldn’t control it. No matter how hard I tried. I clenched my thighs together, but that didn't stop them thickening, or my lower legs thinning. I watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as the bones changed shape under my skin, and the pair sneakers I’d had on magically transformed into a pair of strappy heels. For a second, the shoes had a glittery sheen, and realisation crashed down on me like a rock. 

“The glitter! It’s gotta be the glitter!”

I had no idea how, but it was the only explanation. Unfortunately, knowing the cause didn’t make it any easier to stop. My glitter coated clothing morphed from jeans and a shirt to a mini dress that hugged my widening waist. The front hung forwards, but then my chest started to swell to meet the material. 

“What the hell!?”

I was growing tits; big, bouncy, beautiful tits. The sort I would be drooling over if they weren’t growing off my own chest! I cupped them, feeling the weight in disbelief. That wasn’t a hallucination, it felt too real. I yelped in surprise as I felt my toes pinch and my feet change shape, the movement made me stumble and my new curves bounce. My centre of gravity was shifting in real time and it was all I could do to keep from falling over. My plump ass pressed against the wall as I backed up and a squeak escaped my lips. Then, the worst thing of all. I felt my cock starting to slide upwards. 

“No…no, not that!” I begged, but of course there was nothing I could do to stop it. 

I stared down at the bulge protruding from the front of the tight dress and watched in real time as it shrunk. Long, glitter coated strands of hair fell over my face as it spilled down from my skull, but I barely noticed, all I could think about was the feeling between my legs. The sensation of my manhood slowly sliding up into my body, leaving a hollow feeling behind. The bulge completely disappeared. And a moment later there was a burst of heat and wetness in its place. 

My chest heaved and I could feel the weight of my new breasts with each gasp. This couldn’t be right, it just couldn’t. Out of habit I ran my fingers through my hair only to realise that it kept going. Those glitter filled strands were still growing and didn’t stop until they reached the small of my back. It was hard to tell through the sparkle but it had turned bleach blonde. 

I ran for the bathroom, stumbling over my new heels in a panic; when had they gotten there? I gripped the sink and gaped at my reflection; I’d been turned into a blonde, big titted bimbo. I looked like I’d just stepped out of a nightclub or concert; glitter was everywhere from my hair and eyelashes to under my fingernails; pink, glittering and stuck like glue. How had Katie done this? 

“Hey, man, you in there?” 

A fist pounded on the bathroom door and I froze, James! I’d been so distracted I hadn;t even heard them come in.
“Just a minute!” I called, trying in vain to make my voice deeper.

“That doesn’t sound like Devin.” Came a mutter, “you think he’s being robbed?”

Uh oh. I couldn;t let them see me like this! I couldn’t decide which would be worse; them thinking I was a robber, or them knowing the truth! I whipped my head around the bathroom in panic, getting a mouthful of my own glitter coated hair in the process. I yanked it away and my eyes locked on the small window above the toilet; it was my only escape.
I could hear the lock jiggling behind me as I carefully balanced myself and opened the window, wriggling through only to stop suddenly as my hips squeezed against the sides. Oh my God, it was my ass, my butt was literally too big to fit through the window!

I wriggled and jiggled, trying to worm my way through, pushing with all my might as I heard the door behind me smash open and James exclaimed: “Holy shit!”, as I finally popped free and fell into the bush with a crash. Just when I thought this couldn’t get more humiliating! I got to my feet as quickly as I could and started to run. James’ laughter echoed behind me.
“Looks like Devin got some tail! Good for him! That chick has a great ass on her, I can tell you that much!”
If only he knew he was talking about me! I ran as far as I could before the bouncing in my chest started to become painful. Whatever had transformed me didn’t have the decency to give me a bra with any kind of support. This had to be Katie’s doing; her house wasn’t far, I’d walk right over there and give her a piece of my mind! Then, demand she turn me back! 

I stumbled forward, trying to keep my balance in these ridiculous heels, but the motion felt right somehow, even though I hadn’t walked in anything like them before. My hips swayed, butt bounced despite the tight dress and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t stop it. I almost tripped on the sidewalk as a sudden breeze made me shiver, my exposed shoulders trembling. I had about enough fabric on to cover a quarter of a person; it was downright indecent. 

Then suddenly, the thumping bass hit me. It vibrated up my legs and in my chest like a heartbeat, deep and rhythmic. It called to me. My head jerked toward the sound, like a dog to a whistle. Without even thinking, I started walking towards it. I found myself moving toward the neon lights that beckoned from a club just ahead. It was like I was in some sort of trance; I should have been running for a hospital, but instead I was drawn in by the hypnotic thumping of music and bass. It pulsed in time with my walk, my but bouncing in perfect sync. 

Inside the crowd was moving, bodies pressed close together, and I tried to resist, but my body didn’t even hesitate. The music consumed me. My hands were in the air before I even realised it. I was... dancing? Why was I dancing?

My hips swayed, my arms twirled, my chest thrust forward, threatening to fall out of my dress with every jump and turn. I had no control over what I was doing; I couldn’t help myself. The glitter stung my eyes as it clung to my lashes. And with every step, I felt a heat welling up inside me. The bass thumped in my bones, but then I felt something else, a throbbing between my legs. It started as an ache, but the more I danced, the stronger it became. I could feel wetness seeping into the hair between my legs, and I moaned. 

This wasn't good. I had to get this glitter off somehow before I did something really stupid like that hot guy dancing over there with the thick shoulders. He looked really strong, strong enough to hold me up against a wall and fuck me raw. 

Oh God, what was I thinking? I shook my head, and the movement turned into yet another sway of hair as I danced. My movements started to get erratic, a desperate attempt to burn away the sexual energy building in me, but if anything, it only fuelled it. 

I started to pant, lips parted as my skin heated, and my movements became more sensual. The people around me started to take notice. Including the broad-shouldered man I’d been staring at. He approached me with a cocky smile, like he could sense the desperation building up inside me. He reached for my hips and gripped them tight, making me gasp. 

Oh no, I had to stop, but my body still had a mind of its own. My hips began to roll and thrust, pressing my front against the bulge forming in his pants. Oh God, was I about to fuck a man right here on the dance floor? Was I that out of control? Before I knew it, he was dragging me away to a dark corner and pulled me into a corridor behind the stage. The music was still pounding, the bass rattled my bones and made the ache inside me painful. 

The man whispered something in my ear that I had no hope of hearing, and then, his lips were on my neck. I moaned; the sound hidden under the drums and guitar. I could scream here and nobody would know; why did that make me so much wetter?
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my body aching for more. His hands moved down my body, his fingers digging into my hips as he lifted me, pressing me harder against the wall. His kisses trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me shiver. Maybe he was talking, but I couldn’t hear him, there was just the vibration of his voice at my throat.
“Yes,” I whispered, not that he had a chance of hearing me.
What was I saying? I couldn’t control myself; then, he lifted his lips up and claimed my own. All at once, I didn’t care what was happening or how emaculating it was. I just needed him and the release only he could give me.
I expected for him to hike up the skirt of my dress and press into me; an idea that made me equal parts excited and terrified. Instead, he dropped to his knees, his hands gripping my thighs as he spread them apart. With expert skill he pulled aside the glitter coated panties and I gasped as his mouth closed over me. His tongue was ruthless and relentless. He devoured me, his lips and teeth and tongue working in perfect harmony, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair, my body arching against him as pleasure coiled tight within me. But the music swallowed my screams. A few feet away, dancers partied and drank completely unaware that I was being ravished.
When he finally stood, I was trembling, my legs barely able to hold me up. He didn’t give me time to recover. He pressed me back against the wall, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned himself between my legs. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance,  and I moaned in anticipation. I couldn’t help myself.
He thrust inside me in one smooth motion, filling me completely, his cock stretching my tight walls as he buried himself deep. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a ferocity that left me breathless and my mouth hanging open. I wasn’t a virgin, but I may as well be. I’d never felt anything like this before. It was rough and wild and so, so good. My pussy clenched around him, squeezing every drop of pleasure it could.
I could feel every inch of him, every thrust sending shocks of pleasure through my body. He was relentless, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew there would be bruises, but I didn’t care. I didn;t want this, and yet I did, I was torn between my body’s new urges and my masculine pride; that was left of it.
My orgasm built slowly at first, each stroke of his cock inside me making the pleasure get that little bit sharper. And then it hit me, tearing through me like a storm, my body shaking as I cried just as the music hit its high point. He followed moments later, his body stiffening as he buried himself deep and groaned in my ear.
For a moment, we just stood there, our breaths ragged. I was still in shock at how I’d just acted. It was a moment of weakness, one I wouldn’t repeat. Then he pulled out, his eyes meeting mine as he stepped back. The feeling of his softening length leaving me reignited the fire between my legs and the vow I’d just made disappeared.
I was still trembling, my legs weak, but my hunger was far from satisfied. The man disappeared back into the crowd and I scanned over the writhing bodies, my eyes landing on another man, his muscles straining under his shirt as he moved through the club. I tried to walk past him, but my body wouldn’t let me. Before I knew it, I was holding his hand and leading him back to the dark little corner, ready to indulge once more. 

~

My legs were trembling with exhaustion as I walked up Katie’s front steps. The sun was rising and my pussy was finally sated. I rang the door bell and leaned against the frame for support. I’d planned to come here and give her a piece of my mind but I was too tired for that now. The door opened and there was, in her nightgown, grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

“Devin, I presume?” 

“So you did this to me.” I groaned, “How?”

“The glitter bomb, it’s the ultimate revenge for porch pirates.” Katie smiled.

She did all this because I was pranking her? Maybe her breaking things off was a good thing after all, this woman was psycho! 

“Okay, I learned my lesson. Please, change me back.”

“I can’t.”

My heart dropped into my stomach.
“What do you mean you can’t!? I’m supposed to stay like this, forever?”

Katie threw back her head and laughed. “Of course not, you’ll turn back, just as soon as all the glitter has been washed off.”

“All the…but…”

The glitter was everywhere; ultra fine specs that were almost impossible to see unless they were clumped together. I was suddenly hit with the memory of finding a spec of blue glitter from my fifteenth birthday party in the cracks on my floorboard several years later. My face fell.
“Even if I shower constantly…That will take forever!” I cried.

“You’d better get started then,” Katie said smugly, slamming the door in my face.
Numb, I walked down the stairs and stared ahead as a fit young dogwalker winked at me as he went past. My new pussy ached at the sight and that sated feeling disappeared. A flake of glitter floated past my eyes and I sighed. This was going to be my new normal for quite a long time.