666 (CYOA TG) 4

You thought it would be funny to put the hands to 666. After you are done moving the hands, black smoke spills out of the clock. You breathe some in, and your body starts to burn. Your bones creek and crack as you shrink down. Your shoulders shrink and become less pronounced, and your arms and legs are now long and slender. You watch as the hair on your arms and legs falls off, leaving silky, smooth, tan skin. Your face starts to change, the pain so intense you fall to your knees. Two horns sprout from your head.  You look up, and all you see is black hair. Your black hair. It had grown to such a length that it touched your butt. Your clothes shifted. They were getting tighter and tighter. So tight it squeezed your dick and balls back into your body. You let out a loud, girly scream as this happened. In a way, it almost felt good. Next came a burning feeling on your chest, two large breasts exploited out from your chest. Your clothes finished changing; you were now wearing red booty shorts covered by a sparkly transparent red skirt, a fitting red tube top, a cute little red bow tie, and a little trident to boot.

You were dazed by what had happened when suddenly a have of overwhelming heat washed over you. You were so horny. All you could think about was cock. You needed to find someone to put something inside of you. You were repulsed by the thought. You were just a guy moment before and now a sexed-crazed whore with horns. What would all your family and friends think you thought? Without thinking, you rushed home, took a photo, and sent it to one of your friends from school with a very provocative message. Before you knew it, you were in his room giving him a blow job. You hated it tasted so good. You were so wet. You let him pound your new pussy for hours. It all felt so good, but nothing was helping. You were still horny, you continued moving from house to house, doing this for weeks. You were doomed, doomed to stay like this forever, and it was all that stupid clock's fault.