Locker Room Karma [Man to Asian Woman TG]

Tier Reward for Silver Ranze

A perverted college student tries to pledge to a fraternity by stealing bras from the women’s locker room, only for the bras to have other ideas. 

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The locker was cramped, but I resisted the urge to move. Any second now, the women on the swim team would be arriving to get ready for practice, and I aimed to be ready.

Two types of people go to college: the kind who want to change the world, and the kind who watched too many 80s movies as a kid and want to spend four years getting drunk and not being judged for it. I was definitely the latter, so obviously when pledge week hit, I was first in line. It was all pretty standard stuff, drinking games, dumb daredevil dares, that sort of thing. Then, came the final test; an old classic, breaking into the women’s change room. 

It was the sort of thing that was cliche, maybe even a little boring, a few decades back. In this modern era, however, half the pledges flat-out refused. That sort of stuff just wasn’t done anymore. It wasn’t PC as they said. Up until they announced it, I don't think any of the frat brothers had noticed me. 

I couldn't even blame them; at average height, with no real muscle to speak of, brown hair and brown eyes, I didn't exactly stand out from the crowd. Then, I volunteered to go first, and suddenly all eyes were on me. I just hoped they thought I was confident because I’d done this sort of thing before, not that I was still a virgin and desperate for a little sneak peek. 

The sound of voices approached the room, and I held my breath as the door swung open. Fifteen beauty college women strode in, bags and towels over their shoulders as they chatted amongst themselves. I’d picked a locker that hadn't been assigned, so I didn't need to worry about getting caught. I watched, eyes glued to the tiny slats that let me see outside, as they all started to strip down. 

My mouth went dry watching as silk panties and lacey bras were slowly revealed; all I had to do was pick a bra to bring back to the frat house with me but it was going to be a hard choice to make. There were so many; simple, frilly, skin-tight sports bras; the options just kept presenting themselves. 

A thin Asian woman took off her little C-cup bra right next to the busty blonde in a DD. One was frilly, the other sleek, and both women were gorgeous in their own right. I’d never been this close to boobs before; the Asian’s were pert, they barely moved at all when she reached into the locker to grab her swimsuit. The blonde, on the other hand, was like a jello display; every movement made them jiggle. 

For the briefest of moments, I swore our eyes met. But of course, that was ridiculous; there was no way she could see me in here. That look of anger that flashed in her face must have been for one of the other women. 

By the time the team were all changed and out of the room, I was hard. For a moment, I considered staying to quickly rub one out, but decided against it. I willed myself to soften slightly and quietly opened the locker. Best not to push my luck and stay here any longer than necessary. 

Quietly, I pushed open the door before running across the room and grabbing the lacy little bra the Asian woman had been wearing and held it up in front of me. Black, silky smooth, with a little black lace fringe. Classic. It would be a perfect offering to the frat house. But then, just as I was about to run for the door, the bra slipped from my fingers, not down to the ground but up into the air. 

I blinked in shock, watching the bra hover there for a second before it started to fly around me like an angry bird. It spun around me and then down my shirt. 

“Hey! Wha-oooooooh!”

The bra somehow wound itself around my body, the straps reformed so that they were around my shoulders, then the hooks did themselves up behind my back. A second later, my chest began to grow, pretty, pert breasts filling out the bra in only a few seconds. My skin flushed hot, feeling the sensitive skin swell, and my nipples went as hard as my cock had been. 

My breasts didn't stop growing when they filled the C cups, though; in fact, the fabric began to strain and stretch after only a few seconds. 

“Oh no!” I cried, feeling the straps snap and my new tits bounce free. They were so obvious under my shirt, too! I couldn’t walk around like this!

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, I didn't have to, because a second later something smacked into my back. I could only gasp in shock as I felt the sports bra melt through my clothes and onto my skin, fitting itself around me just like the first one did. The cups were bigger, but tight, causing my new breasts to crush back against my chest. At least now they had some support, which was more than I could say for my ass.

I was still so bewildered by the magical flying bras I didn’t notice my ass and hips spreading until I felt the former start to wiggle. My cheeks were growing bouncy and round, and my figure subtly changing to support it. My boxers were starting to strain, when suddenly, a pair of panties flew from the closest locker and slipped beneath my waistband. 

I wiggled my hips in vain, trying to keep them from getting into my pants but it was useless; they melted into me just like the bra had, and suddenly my loose-fitting boxers were replaced with tight fabric. Much too tight fabric. My still half-hard cock was straining as my butt continued to stretch the panties to their limit; it felt like any second they would rip; but they didn’t. Instead, my body started to change. 

My cock and balls melted back into my skin, and I shuddered, feeling a warm pussy take their place. It felt so wrong, yet so right. And the sensation was so distracting I didn’t even realise my sports bra was shredding until it was too late. My new breasts were swiftly becoming a pair of milkers; they couldn’t be contained! The sports bra just couldn’t keep up, and I could only watch as shreds fell out of my shirt. 

A breeze moved past my head as the blonde woman’s huge, lacy bra took its place, wiggling its way down my shirt until the cups were snug against my new tits. I pressed my hands to them, moaning at the softness and desperately trying to get them to stop growing; and by some mercy, they did. Not that it made much of a difference by this point; they were huge! 

“Oh God…w-what do I do?”
I couldn’t go back to the frat house like this! What would everybody think? I collapsed back onto one of the benches, staring down at my now ample chest in utter confusion. They felt so real! I pressed a hand to the side and felt the heat of my skin through my shirt; if I still had a cock, it would be hard. Instead, I felt a strange heat begin to build between my legs, and wetness began to seep into my panties. 

As if in response, my clothing began to magically shift and change. My jeans turned tight, remoulding the legs beneath them before slowly transforming into a short, pleated skirt. I shivered, feeling my bare thighs exposed to the open air; it was so weird and yet so good. I suddenly felt aware of how easy it would be to pull that skirt aside for a better look…or a feel. 

I swallowed nervously, feeling my button up shirt slowly transform into a low-cut tank top. As it did, more of my cleavage got exposed and I could see my skin turning a lovely light olive colour. 

“Oh…”

The gasp took me by surprise; my voice had changed. I ran a hand over the smooth curve of my throat; no more Adam’s apple. A quick glance over at one of the mirrors made a shiver go down my spine. There was a woman in the room! I don’t know how I missed her; another beautiful Asian woman with huge tits and a flushed face. Her dark eyes were lidded, and she looked ready to cum at any second. I could see her pink, lacey bra through her tank top, and her matching panties as she hiked up her skirt, almost like she was inviting me to touch. It was only when I noticed her long black hair was still magically growing that I realised she was me. 

“Oh God.” I moaned, “I shouldn’t…”

But I couldn’t help myself, I peeled the fabric away from my pussy and slipped a finger inside. Wet, soft folds greeted me, and I shivered. I’d never felt up a girl before, not really. Now I was learning in basically the perfect situation. I could feel exactly how each stroke made me shiver, how the pleasure coiled around that little diamond-hard clit. 

Slowly, I dragged my finger up and down the silky folds, shuddering as the pleasure seemed to grow with each movement. It was too much and not enough all at once. Now that I’d started, I couldn’t stop. The sound of splashing echoed through the changeroom from the pool, and I clamped my free hand over my mouth to keep from moaning. As I stroked, I could feel my hands getting softer against my lips as they plumped. I had no idea how it was happening, but there was no stopping these changes now. 

The pressure between my legs built, and my toes began to curl. My sensible sneakers were gone now, replaced with a pair of heels so tight they almost cut into my delicate feet. My finger wasn't enough now, it circled my clit before pushing inside my passage. 

My body knew exactly what to do, even if I didn’t. A second finger slipped inside and curled, pressing against my inner walls and making my eyes flutter closed. There were two pricks of pain as hoop earrings appeared in my ears, but even that couldn’t stop the wave of ecstasy that washed over me a moment later. 

My hand fell away, and my moans echoed through the room as I came. I wanted to keep my fingers pumping, but it almost felt too good, and I shuddered and finally pulled them away. Holding them up in front of my face, I looked in shock at the juices coating them. That was mine; I did that. Holy shit, why did that make me so hot? 

For a few blissful seconds, my mind was blank, filled with nothing but the echoes of the orgasm. Then reality hit. I was still wearing the blonde’s bra; my clothing and body had transformed; what the hell was I supposed to do now? The sound of approaching footsteps sent my heart racing; swim practice must have finished. I reached for the door, glancing back over my shoulder just in time to see the blonde woman from before; she met my eyes and gave me a knowing smile. In an instant, I knew that somehow, she’d been the one to do this to me.

“Who’s that?” One of the other women asked as I slipped out of the locker room.

I heard the blonde’s voice echo out after me.

“I guess that’s up to her.”

My cheeks burned as I wobbled down the hall. Then, something strange began to happen. With each step I took, I felt my balance get stronger. I started to feel confident as I took in the sway of my hips and shoulders. Not only that, but guys were looking at me with something I’d never seen: hunger. I let my new heels click on the floor and my but wiggled with each step. 

It felt good, I felt hot for the first time in my life, and that attention made heat start to coil in my stomach. Two fingers had given me the most earth-shattering orgasm I’d ever experienced; what could an actual cock do? I grin formed on my now perfect lips; forget that fraternity, maybe I’d take a stroll down Greek street and see what sororities were open.