Magical Sparkle Dance (COMPLETE) (Multi CoupleTG/MTF/FTF/FTM/WG/AR/AP/RoleChange)

Hey all. For those who wish to read the main transformation scene, please skip to the three stars in Chapter 2. Like this:

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There are also other, "lighter" transformations before that one.

Let the sparkling begin.


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Chapter 1 - Magic, Pink, Sparkle Tornado

Layla was drunk.

Well, she wasn't really drunk. But when it came to her thought process, alcohol was definitely a big part of the equation.

"Aiai ueue~" She said. "Brrrrrrrr." She continued. She wasn't babbling involuntarily yet, but she did feel an intense need to specifically say this.

"Layla!" Will's voice sounded as if it was coming from a far away land.

"Hello, Lieutenant Dan."

"What the fuck?" Will gave Layla a confused look. "A far away land should prompt a Star Wars reference, not this shit." He scowled. "You gotta break the fourth wall you gotta do it properly."

"Aiai ueue I don't give a fuck."

"Layla, you're dr-"

"Brrrrrrrr"

"..."

"Almost forgot about that part."

"Yeah, you're definitely drunk."

"Am not!" Layla's amplified feelings swayed over to the offended side, overflowing it completely to the point of derangement. "I'm just a silly little girl making silly little sounds." She shot up and straightened her neck. "I make those noises all the times, Mr. Layla-youre-drunk man." She narrowed her eyes. "Without any drink..."

Layla pointed at Will. "Fuck you!"

"Layla it's ok that you're drunk. I don't give a fuck. Just, please, for the love of God." Will pleaded, almost yelling. "Don't cast any spells... something..." He cringed. "Long-winded... happens every fucking time you do it. And I got work tomorrow."

Layla was struck by a revelation. "Magic... Magic, you say! I can do magic! I..." she paused for dramatic effect. "Am a witch!"

"No!" Will raised both his elbows, bringing his hands in front of his face in a protective stance. "No! Please! Why did I have to say that!" His eyes widened, crazed. "You're gonna turn us into some fucking Chinese Pizza-women or some shit... And what's good is that... I even try to go to my office the morning after... and of course, logically, I always hear something along the lines of 'hey! You don't work here! What? You can't be Will! Will doesn't haVE MASSIVE CHINESE BOOBS!' FUCK!!"

"shush shush shush... I..." A vein popped out of Layla's forehead. "I never made you Chinese... and I'm not gonna get you fired..." She winked "this time... That would be unethical! Yes, very bad..." Her eyes grew large, practically splitting open. "So... Now..." She continued. "We. Can."

Layla spread her arms as if presenting a theatre scene and jazz-shook her hands.

"Dance."

A visible gust of pink sparkly things sprouted from both of Layla's hands. This never happened when she usually cast spells, and it was probably something that Layla added on top for effect. The gusts immediately twisted into a blinding vortex, which quickly broadened until it engulfed a generous portion of the surrounding park.

"Uh oh" said Jack, which was there, too.

Also drunk.

"Ah" said Clare, Jack's girlfriend (also there), as her feet widened into those of a man.

Her flip flops broke.

"AH!"

Jack's girlfriend was also kinda drunk, but not as much as the others.

"What the fuck, Layla! Layl..." she brought a hand to her neck in reaction to her deepening voice, where she could feel her Adam's apple growing prodigiously in size. "A?" She reiterated, her tone now deep and gravely. Jack flushed, finding the low A really attractive for some reason.

Clare then looked at Jack's boobs.

"You have boobs?" She stated.

"Oh~" Clare moaned, as testosterone was pumped into her brain from emerging testicles, giving her lust the linear and feral drive of that of a man. Her breasts dissipated as Jack's swelled. She gained height and grew all over, becoming angular and boxy. Her strong hands unconsciously grabbed Jack's narrowing shoulders and moved them around in circles, and the two started dancing.

Jack's mouth opened slightly as he smiled at Clare's stare.

His lengthening hair dropped on her shoulders and puffed around her freckled face, and his chin retreated as she panted with the feeling of being led by his buf GF.

Jack's vagina became wet as she lost herself to Clare's commands. She swayed in broad circles with her arms stretched towards the world, soft skin rubbing against Clare's large pecs.

He towered her, and directed her movements. Turned her and made her wave with his arms and his leg. His strong calf etched itself under her pelvis, as she pressed herself against him.

The magical pink hurricane became more and more rarefied, disappearing into the surrounding air. As it did, it reflected Jack's and Clare's dancing bodies into multiple fake copies. It then magically refracted the movements and features, to produce a crowd of different dancers, all with different moves, styles and bodies. Some looked very much like the couple, while others were somehow completely different people, and somehow laughed at different times and talked about different topics. But all were still also a fake refraction; an image generated from the dance of Clare and his girlfriend Jack.

"God, I'm a creative bitch motherfucker," said Layla.

"Who the fuck says 'bitch motherfucker'," offered Will.

"Are you homophobic?" Layla counterattacked. "Mmh," she brought a hand to her chin, "I just wanted to dance with you, maybe make you a good dancer or whatev. But your homophobia gives me a karmic idea."

Layla dramatically extended her arms straight (again) and slowly turned them around into a Kamehameha pose. This was also definitely unnecessary.

"Kame. Hame." She smiled broadly. "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRA."

A pink beam of light exploded from Layla's hands, coming straight for Will. There was no hope of dodging this wide-ass pink beam of light.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck."


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Chapter 2 - Phantom Dance

A thousand pink tendrils emerged from Will's back. The "u" of his "Fuck" still reverberated in the surrounding air like a distant echo.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, what's gonna happen n-"

Will stopped short as he perceived a raise in the pitch of his voice.

"I've got... work? Tomorrow?" His head shot up. "In Milan?!"

Will looked at Layla, confused. "Girl, is this what you meant with 'not getting fired'? Why the fuck have I got strong opinions on fashion? You made me... you... Oh~"

Will moaned as his stature diminished and compressed, turning him petite and short.

"oooh... A... A model?" He brought a hand to his cheek just in time to feel it plumpen into the looseness and softness of a girl.

"Dayum." He stated. "It's like a cloud or something." He recoiled. "Why am I speaking like this? Did I say dayum?!"

This time, the "u" in the "dayum" was expressed through what could only be described as a high pitch squeal.

"GIRL."

Will attempted to express his inability to stop screaming with a girl's voice. He ironically settled on "AAAAAA." His eyes bulged and he raged, the added circumference making his expression appear more deranged than it ever was. He grabbed his neck with his hand. "NOT EVEN A MODEL," he continued, "YOU'RE MAKING ME-" With a loud crack, Will lost another good 5 centimeters in height. While he was still petite and overall angular, his very short stature now made him appear also somewhat robust. His hips had widened and his spine had curved, and he now sported a slight belly.

Will kept yelling: "MAKING ME TOO... TOO SHORT FOR THAT!" If a metal vocalist had been there, they would've been envious of the screaming. His butt inflated and his thighs plumped, making his skin even more soft - luscious. Will could almost hear that one guy she'd fucked that time, how he'd been obsessed with her skin.

"Wait what?"

Will placed a hand on her forehead. It was a hand so cute and delicate, almost half of its original size.

She placed the other on her new vagina, confirming that she was now a woman.

Will narrowed her eyes, quickly retracting her hand. "Never mind... you bitch..." She gave Layla a sort of sideways look from below, leaning her face forward and smirking. She spoke to her in growls, her teeth grinding against each other as she formed the words. "You're a bitch." She stared at Layla's happy, drunk smile. A golden hue slowly formed on top of Will's long, straightened hair. "I fucking hate how sassy I fell right now. How much of a..." she looked to the side, "...a bitch. How much of a bitch you've made me."

Layla winced. She felt like Will was somehow channeling venom inside of her. The hue subdued, and an expensive pair of smoky-colored sunglasses appeared on Will's styled hair. She put them on with a flick of her tiny hand, partially hiding her scowl.

Layla thought for a moment. "You're so fucking short..." she concluded.

Will's face contorted with irony, her words all very high pitch, almost melodic. "Reallyyyy? And you happen to like short girls, you say?"

Layla smiled absentmindedly. "And feisty."

"Nah, that's you." Will snapped. "I'm very nice, usually. I like motivating people at my job." Her speech had indeed turned overall louder and theatrical, even if her tone was much softer. "I just like to irritate you in particular." Her smug smile turned flirty, to then immediately dissipate into a confused snarl. "What was that?!" She barked.

"Oooh~ don't... tease me..."

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Layla's buzzed look turned blissful. She too put a hand on her forehead, removing sweat, as her own transformation started.

She slid her hand down her face, to touch her lips as they plumped. With two snaps, her legs elongated, augmenting her short stature over the height of most men (Will especially). The engorgement of her lips then quickly spread over her face, granting Layla curves around her mouth, her nose, her ears... losing all of her previous angularity.

"I'm making me the younger one, too~" She whispered, as her eyes became less weary, less sunken and more lively and expectant in comparison to Will's. "That's just... one of the ways... I'll have more..." Her shoulders also puffed, and broadened, along with the rest of her upper body, and she became robust and big.

"Power..."

Her white, sleeveless crop top doubled in size, the fabric multiplying with exponential speed, racing to contain the expanding mammary tissue beneath as it bulged in a constant state of almost overflowing its containment. Her a-cup bras proliferated, their function going from decorative, to supportive, as required by her new, massive tits. Layla winced as the narrow straps pierced her fat shoulders, and then exhaled as the straps widened, distributing the weight of her huge breasts over her body more efficiently and evenly. When even this wasn't enough, the spell concocted a broad backstrap, which spawned on her back for additional support.

Layla groaned. "Ah... that stings..."

Shoulder pain, back pain, all became etched into her memory - a recurrent thing she had to deal with. Turning from stories she heard from her bigger friends, to a deeply personal matter. Her boobs again fattened and her straps again strained. Layla groaned as she cupped them with her broad hands. "Shit, I'm underequipped. I knew one wouldn't be enough." She said, as another sport bra grew just beneath the impressive piece of clothing that her old bra had become.

Finally, her breasts were granted the proper support that they needed to shine.

They popped, propped up against gravity and outwards by the complex infrastructure that Layla's intimate clothing had become, fully hiding Layla's large feet from her vision. Her sandals had also been augmented, straps strengthening, soles becoming more cushioned, arch support embedded into the design. All was necessary to support her impressive weight, taking some work off of her long feet.

"Ah, there you are! Layla declared. Her voice had become deep and loud. "Now I'm relieved. Man, I turned out... big... my legs are funny looking tho- aaeeeggh" Layla burped loudly. "OOoooOHaahaggg..." She gagged, as she again shot in height. Fat multiplied inside her thighs, spreading them. Her butt followed the same fat, protruding more and more behind Layla as she gagged. Her lower belly engorged with consecutive gurgles, settling into a strong, mounded shape, drooping outwards woth a slight fatness, but also bearer of a barely noticeable set of massive abs. Layla grabbed her firm guts and tried to look down at them, but only managed to catch a glimpse of her large toes.

As the fat finally stopped flowing, she again appeared pear-shaped, her upper body muscular and broad, but her lower body somehow even more impressive.

"I'm... aaugh... I'm like... 6 feet 5?" Layla spoke as if recalling from a long lost memory. "Holy shit..."

"Yeah." Will stated, also looking inebriated. "I chose the biggest bitch I could find, I guess." She declared. "Ooh~" She gave a quick glare at Layla's boobs, tilting her head back. "Jesus Christ, you even shifted the memories of our relationship?"

"Yep." Layla said. "That's part of the spell."

"Fabulous."

Layla walked towards Will, her movements awkward. "Woah," she said, catching herself as she tripped. She again started wobbling towards Will. As she reached her, she laughed loudly. Her previous bodily perception still unchanged, she found it hilarious that Will's face barely managed to reach her boobs. She kept giggling as she slapped her huge hand around Will's shoulders and squeezed her tight against her belly.

"Very funny." Will said, flushing.

"Yeah, I agree." Layla laughed again. Then the next song started.

"Oh?" Layla straightened her arms somewhat, freeing Will, but still sustaining him in front of her. "Wanna dance?"

"Mmph..."

"Everyone's doing it."

"Yeah, yeah, you get your dance." Will smiled. "You've never pulled something this fucking elaborate before."

"Ehehehe" Layla giggled. "I wanted to feel what it would be like having such a small," her smile broadened, "tiny GF."

Will also smiled. "It feels... impractical. You're basically bowing to me right now... Just to dance with me."

"That's cool." Layla wrapped more of her right arm around Will's shoulder blade. "I can bend my knees." She stretched her left arm to grab Will's right hand and their fingers intertwined.

"Yeah that helps somewhat."

The two danced for what felt like hours, Layla often leaning forwards, Will often standing up straight and on her toes, proudly passing under the long arms of her girlfriend as she spun, holding her hand to her heart and gracefully swaying it back out.

Near the apex of slow songs, Layla liked to make Will twirl quickly by her side, to then abruptly close in, grabbing Will's back. Will then closed her eyes and caught her breath.

"Yeah, I guess you can dance."

She'd said the first times, breathing heavily as Layla commanded her shoulders around in circular motions, mouth open. Gasping as she stretched her shorter arms limply, and spun around her waist, Layla stooped down to mould her little movements, her choreography controlled through their embrace.

Then she'd stop spinning her, and bring her close against her belly. When they touched, Will knew that she could wave. She waved her whole body against Layla's belly, her spine fluid and graceful. Sometimes, Layla brought her even closer, stopping her movement, and the two turned together in a tight enclosure, the sides of their faces brushing against one another.

Hours seemed to pass, but the two didn't get tired. Finally, they decided to sit on a nearby bench, looking at the other dancers. Will's sunglasses, on top of her head, barely managed to reach Layla's shoulders as she stood sitting near.

Will's feet dangled above the floor, her toes arched gracefully beneath her folded legs. She maintained a straight back, as was her habit — proud yet elegant, with her arms folded. This upward concentration of mass, combined with her compact figure, allowed Will to occupy barely any space on the bench. Layla, on the other hand, while Will stood to one side, sat right in the center of the bench, her legs open in a crass pose that was all but proper or womanly. She was holding her hands in each other, and leaning forward to reach eye level with Will. The skin of her large thighs stretched and squished against the wood, occupying an impressive amount of area. Her long feet stood completely grounded on the floor, the fat of them also overtly spread out, flattened by Layla's remarkable weight. She'd removed her sandals, as they broke during the dance.

"You look amazing." Layla said to Will.

"Mh mh." Will responded.

She leaned her head on Layla's shoulders. The two stood close, watching the stars shine on the phantom dancers.



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Hello.

As always, thanks a lot for throwing some money my way. It does indeed make me write more.

What else, what else...

Try dancing out. Any style is fine. It might not be as strong as sex... But sometimes it can be? And touch is still there. And dancing adds to it. It adds that magical, romantic sheen.

Almost a sparkle.

Shine on.

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Source: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lore_Olympus