Brad and Christa had just started walking home from their High school. His hand holding hers as he played with her dainty well manicured fingers. The first day of their sophomore year had just finished. Summer was over and the hint of fall was in the air.
Christa and Brad had first met at the beginning of their freshmen year. Brad was one of the more popular guys in their grade and had caught her in mid fall when she was carrying her salad and slipped on some spilt soda in the cafeteria.
Truth be told he was secretly checking her out as she sashayed across the cafeteria in her slightly above the knee skirt and blue blouse. Luckily enough it was as if fate gave him an opening to ask her out when he caught her.
It was incredibly easy catching all of her 115 pound 5'2 frame. Especially when he was a pretty strong guy himself. He was one of those guys that was good at just about any sport he played. Just a natural athlete. He stood at 6 feet and weighed 175 pounds thanks to his love for sports.
Christa had stolen his heart at first glance. Her beautifully straight pearl white smile and full lips, how she wore makeup, but not enough to mask her natural beauty and lastly she knew she was beautiful but she didn't flaunt it.
She kept herself in shape by watching what she ate, was also on the swim team for her school, went hiking with Brad fairly often and worked out in her free time.
Her personality was one of a kind. She had an amazing sense of humor and was always positive. She helped out at the local food bank and volunteered in various charities. He had never met a more selfless person.
But she did know how to have fun too. They would spend some nights together sharing a blunt and then either go see a movie or go somewhere a bit more private in Brad's car to have some fun.
"I can't believe summer is over, it feels like it just started and now I'm already buried up to my elbows in AP math, chem and English homework..." Christa said kicking a few pebbles as she walked.
Brad agreed nodding his head. "Yeah it went by way too quick. But I imagine it's just because it was one hell of a summer huh? That two week vacation at your parents beach house, you looking stunning in your two-piece and those late nights we spent on the beach." He said winking at her.
She grinned up at him knowingly and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "Yeah it was pretty incredible wasn't it?"
They had been together for nearly a year now and were starting to get pretty serious. She was someone who prided themselves on waiting to have sex. They had just had sex for the first time during their vacation at her parents beach house a couple weeks prior. She knew that her and Brad's love was real, so she decided to let go of her virginity. They had waited til her parents had gone to bed and snuck out of the house and went down to the beach. They made love for the first time in the moonlight hearing the waves crash on the beach. It was perfect. Ever since then they had been having sex at any possible moment.
Brad smiled. "Well I don't think our fun has to end just because summer is over right?" He said, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"Well my parents won't be home til late tonight. Maybe we could repeat what we did at the beach house." She said flashing her deep brown eyes at him obviously excited as well.
As if to reinforce the idea, she walked in front of him with her back facing him, ran her hands up the front of his thighs and ground her curvy little derriere into his already stiffening member. He decided to pull on her long silky chocolate colored tresses making her gasp in excitement. The walk seemed to take forever after that.
Another 20 minutes later and they had arrived at Christa's house. They hurried in through the front door and made their way upstairs. Christa was leading him by the hand. His eyes transfixed on her swaying ass and supple hips.
They stepped into her room as she set her backpack down on the floor. It was a very clean room with light pink walls, candles accenting the top of her dresser and stuffed animals decorating the bed. In the center was a beautiful vanity topped with a large lit mirror. It had a collection of different types of make up littering the surface. It was filled with various pictures of her with her family, her in beauty pageants all dressed up and some of her medals that she'd won from those pageants. She also had a few from some of her swimming competitions. She had various academic awards decorating her walls as well. She was a 4.0 GPA student after all. Her room smelled of strawberries thanks to her perfume. Her closet was full of beautiful dresses, stylish tops and stylish heels and shoes. If you could see into her dresser, you would find designer jeans, lacy frilly underwear and some lingerie for her love Brad. Last but not least, she had 4 different barbell weights placed on a shelf that she used during her morning workout routine before school.
Christa turned around and looked hungrily at brad. She started sensually undressing. First her cute red top was pulled up over her shoulders putting her lacy black bra on display that showcased her slightly small but very perky B cup breasts. Next to come was her black slinky yoga pants that revealed her matching lacy black boyshorts that hugged her plump little bubble butt perfectly.
She motioned for Brad to join her on the bed. They were just getting down to business when out of nowhere a small goblinesque looking man appeared in a cloud of smoke.
"Wh... who are you??" Christa asked, her voice trembling while also trying to cover her thin but curvy form with part of the sheet. Brad wasn't so demure. "Who the hell are you?!?! Get the fuck out of here you creep before I smash your face in!!" Brad started making a move towards the creepy goblin but then froze in place.
The creepy creature chuckled. "Why, I am the adjuster of attraction of course but you can call me Mr. Quill. Calm down Brad, you have no control over this. I can either keep you frozen like this if you keep intending to be hostile or i can unfreeze you if you'll cool your jets and I'll explain what I'm doing here."
The goblin cleared his throat. "I've been sent here to even out the ratio of beautiful people and unattractive people and unfortunately you are just much too attractive Christa." Your unmatched beauty has maxed out our limit." He said pointing at her.
"But why me? I haven't done anything wrong, I can't help the way I look." She said trying not to sound conceited... which she wasn't.
"Yeah this is ridiculous!! Why can't you just pick someone else?" Brad interrupted
"You'll shut your mouth Brad if you know what's good for you! Do not test my patience!" The goblins voice boomed.
The goblin continued as if he'd answered the questions a million times over, which he had. "It's purely random my dear. Blame it on bad luck or whatever you'd like, but trust me, you're one of at least a thousand that I need to take care of today just to meet my quota."
Christa was desperately trying to think of any way to get out of this or at the very least prolong the inevitable. "But won't my boyfriend, friends, my family, hell, even my teachers notice the change?"
The goblin grabbed his stomach and started belly laughing. "Oh no my dear Christa! That would just raise too many questions. So what I do aside from altering your appearance and your personality is I also alter your reality. Whatever I change will warp your history to fit your current self. So that is how I do it to answer your hundredth question."
Before Christa could ask another question the adjuster produced a chart out of thin air with some bars that ranged from 1% all the way up to 100%. Obviously her stats were all in the low to mid 90th percentile. A slightly larger bar was spaced to the right of the graph and was an alarmingly bright red color that seemed to glow and pulse.
A bold black line drew itself across the solitary red bar a little over three-quarters of the way down. Before Christa could question what all of it meant, the word "attractiveness" appeared above the single larger red bar. It was nearly full at 94 percent. The black horizontal line was marked at 20 percent...
Other titles appeared above the multiple bars. "Body fat percentage", "height", "body hair", "appetite", "teeth", "eyes", "nose", "intelligence", "breasts", "skin", "butt", "fashion sense", "will power", "personality" and "sex drive".
The adjuster continued. "So I'm sure it's all starting to make sense to you." He produced a long stick for his presentation and pointed to all of her stats. "So you see when all of your stats are this high, and when the ratio of beautiful people and unattractive people is unbalanced, it can lead to disastrous things. Possibly even the end of existence as we know it!
Christa was taken aback. She had no idea being attractive could have such a severe impact on the world.
Christa stared down at the ground, a solitary tear running down her cheek then she looked up at her amazing boyfriend as if pondering something. "So Brad won't even remember how I am now or possibly even know me in my new reality?"
The adjuster gently nodded. "I have been wrong before, he may truly love you, but being attracted to someone is an important part of any relationship. In most cases, relationships tend to fade away once your reality shifts." He shrugged motioning to Brad. "Do you love her Brad? You are free to talk now by the way." Brad quickly gave an assertive nod. "With all my heart, she could be the most unattractive girl in school and I'd still love her!"
The goblin showed some sympathy for what he was doing. "Well it doesn't come down to you, it'll depend on if the alternate you will give Christa the time of day in the new reality. If you can look past her flaws on the outside and get to know her again."
The goblin let it soak in for a few seconds. "I'll let you move freely now brad. Go ahead and join Christa on the bed while we make the necessary adjustments. Hold her tight, enjoy her and love her while you can... you might not get to again after this is over..."
Brad made his way over to the bed where his beautiful girlfriend was seated, head resting against the headboard with her legs straightened out and sat down next to her on the bed. Christa put one of her hands on his chest as she leaned over his way and slowly kissed Brad enjoying it as long as she could. She slid her hand into his and rested her head on her loves shoulder and looked over to the goblin. "Well if it means possibly saving the world... I guess I will do it... not that I have a choice anyways..."
The goblin nodded once again. "Okay well let's get started. I'll try to change you as little as possible and since you're taking it so well and making it easy on me, I will let you have a say in what I change. But let me tell you, it's not going to be easy since you're at 94 percent and we need to bring you down to 20 percent to even things out... and this is the most important thing to remember, you may choose to change something in particular but It can also cause other adverse effects. Say for example you choose to increase your weight, that could also have an effect on your skin, hair, cleanliness, etcetera."
Mr. Quill decided to add one more thing. "But those adverse affects will also help out, further lowering your percentage. I should add that you will gain new memories after each new change and your old memories will slowly fade. Do you understand?"
Christa only nodded tears welling up in her eyes.
Mr.Quill cracked his knuckles. "I will also allow Brad to temporarily keep all of yours and his memories so he can be a middle man so to speak and possibly help you out. Okay where should we start?"
Christa looked over to the chart and then back to herself. She was already short at 5'2 so losing a couple more inches wasn't going to make much of a difference... was it?
"Okay for my first choice I'll go with height." She said with complacency.
Mr. Quill nodded. "Okay, how many inches do you want to lose? One inch is equal to 2 percent by the way."
Christa did some quick math in her head and then answered. "Take 6 inches off my height..."
"Okay, look at you going for broke! That'll leave you at a height of 4'8 and an attractive percentile of 82. Keep in mind, your weight will remain the same so you will appear more out of shape. Unless losing 6 inches adversally affects you some other way.
"Do you play any sports or anything?" Mr. Quill asked.
Christa simply nodded trying to hold back her tears. "I'm on the high school swim team..."
Being 115 pounds at 4'8 will officially put you into the overweight category. Not to mention there will most likely be some adverse effects from losing that much height as in possibly not being on the swim team anymore. I mean, how could you be competitive at that height?"
Christa said two simple words tinged with sadness. "Do it..."
Mr. Quill rubbed his hands together and started working his magic. Brad looked down and let out a gasp. Christa's legs and feet were sliding up the bed! They were also fleshing out a bit, going from shapely sexy legs to plump little appendages as her feet became smaller but swelled a bit with new mass, her toes fattening up with them.
The next thing Brad noticed was Christa's head and back slowly sliding down against the headboard. Before she started shrinking, her head was resting on Brad's shoulder. Now it was slowly making it's way down to the middle of his bicep. She was so short now! If they were to stand, her head would be almost directly in the center of his chest.
Her arms followed suit, shortening and then thickening much like her legs did. Her hand slid out of his as her limbs shortened and filled with fat. Her fingers turning into plump little digits. Her rings expanding with her.
Christa looked up at him with a half hearted smile. "Wow her face has certainly plumped up!" Brad thought. Her cheeks were a bit more rounded hiding her previously sharp cheek bones and she had the start of a double chin now. All of the makeup that she previously had on vanished leaving a still beautiful but a more ordinary looking girl in its place. The last thing he noticed was her tan slightly fading.
Below her expanding chin a positive thing had happened. Well almost completely positive. Her breasts had gone from her previously small B cup breasts and had grown to a healthy C cup. They did tend to settle a bit lower though as they pulled on her larger bra.
The biggest change though was resting under her breasts. Her previously slim abdomen had plumped up a decent amount. Her soft tummy hid the very top of her boyshorts. Her bubble butt had not gone untouched either. She rose up almost an inch as the last amount of mass moved to her bigger ass. With all these extra curves it would cause more drag during swimming competitions...
Mr. Quill looked at what the beauty queens body had become after losing half a foot in height. "Well she certainly doesn't look as fit as she used to be. What do you think of your new form Christa?"
She was fighting back the tears with all her strength. "Ww-Well it cc-certainly doesn't look like I-I'll be competing in any swimming tournaments or beauty pageants any time soon but I can easily slim down some more. I'll just spend more time working out."
As soon as her last sentence left her mouth both Brad and Christa noticed things slowly shifting around the room.
Where once her medals and trophies from beauty pageants and swimming events stood proudly, along with her barbell weights, personal artwork started appearing in its place along with some clay pots that appeared to have been made by her sitting on a new bookshelf that hadn't been there before. The bookshelf took the place of her vanity and mirror. The dresses vanished from her closet and the tops in her closet changed ever so slightly, going up a size and becoming lower quality. Some even being completely replaced with basic cotton t-shirts. Her stylish heels were replaced with basic flats and even some sneakers. In her dresser her undergarments weren't changing aside from going up a size or two to fit a fuller form. Her designer jeans changed a little, going up a couple sizes and shortening to fit her shorter body.
Next Christa's eyes fluttered shut as new memories swept through her mind. Her memories of beauty pageants, swimming, tanning and makeup were replaced with nights at home painting, coloring and doing other arts and craft related things. Her manicured finger nails had lost all their polish and shortened and her matching toe nails lost all polish as well. Since she wasn't in beauty pageants or swimming tournaments anymore she wasn't as health conscious. Combine that with with a bit of snacking as she did her artwork...
(((She changed further...)))
"Oops well I did try to warn her... It looks like I was right. There are some adverse effects."
Mr. Quill and Brad both noticed that she had started to inflate.
Her weight slowly rose up to 125 pounds. 10 extra pounds of pure fat... Her whole body inflated further.
Her eyes remained closed, still fluttering. She went back to a memory where she was in the school cafeteria carrying her usual lunch which consisted of 2 slices of pepperoni pizza and a diet coke. She was dressed in a jean skirt that stopped just above her knees showing off her chubby legs and a top that highlighted her healthy breasts to hopefully pull attention away from her plush belly. She slipped on some spilt soda and Brad caught her.
It was fairly easy catching all of her 125 pound 4'8" frame.
Once again her room shifted a bit. It became a bit more messy, random snack wrappers littering her bookshelf along with a few on the floor, an open pack of powdered raspberry filled Doughnettes appeared on her nightstand right next to where she was sitting, a couple dirty plates and some dirty clothes piled on the floor to make it complete.
Mr. Quill looked at the floating graph seeing her attractive percentile went down 5 more points bringing it down to a total of 77.
"Well slowly but surely she's getting closer to her goal." Mr. Quill said with interest.
The newly changed Christa slowly opened her eyes.
Mr. Quill already knew that this Christa wouldn't remember her life from before the change but he felt like asking her a couple questions anyways.
"How do you like your new form Christa?"
She looked down and examined her plumpened form and just shrugged her shoulders. "Haven't I always been this way?"
Her mind was obviously already starting to erase her old memories.
Mr. Quill couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for her. "Well not exactly... you used to be 6 inches taller and 10 pounds lighter."
Then he decided to ask a very interesting question. "What do you think of your body Christa, do you wish you were thinner or taller?"
Christa grabbed one of her love handles and poked her soft midsection with her other hand. "It doesn't really bother me. This is just me... I don't play sports or anything and Brad doesn't seem to mind so why do something about it? I don't really think I'm that out of shape anyways."
Mr. Quill thought to himself. "Oh she's already starting to forget certain details about her past life... interesting..."
Christa continued. "Besides Brad and I are still somewhat active anyways. Him more than me obviously but we go on walks and go hiking on occasion even though it's hard to with my short legs. Occasionally I'll go swimming too. Mainly just for fun though.
Mr. Quill continued. "Well the first change has taken place and you're down to 77 percent from 94. Now the question is, what do you want to change next?
Christa looked over at the floating graph. Looking through the different options. "Body fat percentage", "height", "body hair", "appetite", "teeth", "eyes", "nose", "intelligence", "breasts", "skin", "butt", "fashion sense", "will power", "personality" and "sex drive".
She thought for a couple minutes trying to figure out what would effect her the least but give her the most percentage.
She was taking awhile trying to decide on what to pick and Mr. Quill was growing impatient.
"What percentage would personality account for Mr.Quill?" Christa asked while pointing.
Mr. Quill started. "It's a flat ten percent." he said nonchalantly. But he continued. "But personality changes usually cause extreme adverse effects which means it'd get you much closer to your goal but could possibly change you completely so I'd be very careful about your choice."
She decided to try her luck there. "I'd like to go with personality Mr. Quill."
Mr. Quill smiled. "Okay, so this is a multiple option choice. Your options are slob, nympho, bimbo, bitch, stoner and nerd. Just remember, any choice you make can have adverse effects so give it some serious thought.
Christa smiled for the first time since this whole thing started and thought to herself. "This was an easy choice.
"Slob" was a definite no because that could mean severe weight gain, not bathing, among other nasty things and she would certainly lose Brad.
"Nympho" was another no. She would probably be considered the school slut which Brad definitely wouldn't go for and she could end up pregnant or something.
"Bimbo" wasn't exactly a bad choice, but she would be dumber than a box of rocks and that would be a bad idea, especially while making these decisions.
"Bitch" was an interesting one. It would be a complete polar opposite of what she was now and Brad most likely wouldn't go for someone like that.
"Nerd" was a dangerous one. That one had so many different ways it could go. She could end up weighing a ton or on the other hand having no curves at all, severe social issues, bad hygiene, the list went on and on and on.
"Stoner" was probably the safest one of them all she thought. Brad and her partook in smoking weed fairly often. It didn't really affect her much. She would just be a bit goofy as well as horny for a little while, be a little hungry so she'd eat some snacks, usually have sex with Brad and return back to normal after a few hours.
Christa looked over at Brad who was still sitting next to her. "I think I'm going to go with "Stoner". What do you think babe?"
Brad thought for a few moments weighing the different options. "Yeah I think that's the safest choice for us to still be together my love."
That was all that was needed for Christa to make her decision. "I'm going to go with "Stoner" Mr. Quill.
Mr. Quill rubbed his hands together once more. "Okay, speak now or forever hold your peace or I guess in this case "piece". He couldn't help but chuckle to himself for being so clever.
Christa gave Brad one last kiss before she gave the nod to Mr. Quill to proceed.