I was just amazed by how many simplistic stories are released. This is pretty simplistic, but much better than my others.

 

The Shower Head

by Wolverine

 

Ken was irritated. His shower head had busted and now he had to set out on an annoying trip to get a new one. Normally, he would've let it go, but the next day he had an interview. Ken wanted to be clean and neat, not smelly.

So Ken's pick-up truck sped down the road toward the local hardware store. Behind the wheel was the 6'2", handsome Ken. Ken was a construction worker, but this upcoming interview might improve his status. The sun was setting on the summer day. The store would close pretty soon. Ken ran his hand through his short, blonde hair. This was getting more and more irritating. Not only did he have to go out on this task, he had to hurry too.

Luck seemed to be against him. When Ken finally arrived at the store, it was closed.

"Shit!" Ken cursed when he realized it. What was he going to do? A middle-aged, homeless looking man came up to Ken.

"What would cause such a fine young man to say such a horrible curse?" asked the man. Ken looked down at the man.

"The hardware store is closed. And I need to buy a shower head." The man snickered.

"Why don't you take a bath?" Ken smiled.

"Good idea, but I don't have a tub. Only a shower." The man smiled.

"Well, you're in luck, my son. I happen to be a peddler. And I happen to have picked up a shower head from a special dealer. By his reliable story, it's one of a kind. Guaranteed to bring happiness and wealth to whoever uses it." Ken didn't care about the story, but the offer was definitely tempting. He wouldn't have to worry anymore.

"I'll take it!" The man reached into a bag that Ken hadn't noticed before and produced a shower head. It looked to be solid gold.

"Two dollars." Ken pulled out his wallet and handed the cash to the old man.

"Thank you, old timer. You need a lift somewheres?"

"No, no. Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer walking." Ken nodded and shook the man's hand. Ken walked over to his truck and climbed in. Eerily, the man was gone. Ken shrugged and pulled out of the parking lot.

 

When Ken arrived at his house, he pulled off his clothes as he ran for the shower. He'd never been so anxious to take a shower. Ken quickly installed the showerhead and jumped into the shower. He noticed that the when the water hit him, it seemed to wash all his cares away. It was the best shower ever.

Now, we all know that something bad is going to happen, so in about one more sentence it will begin. Or it could be good depending on your outlook on life. Anyways, Ken enjoyed the shower a bit too much. Five hours passed without him even noticing. He didn't notice the passage of time. Then Ken got his awakening.

A knock came at Ken's front door. Thanks to the small size of Ken's house he could hear even in the glory of his wonderful shower. Ken shook loose of the great feeling and realized how long he'd been in the shower.

"Shit! Hold on I'll be right there!" Ken jumped out of the shower and reached for a towel. But a pain in his stomach brought his hands back from the towel rack to his stomach. He fell to his knees as it intensified. Ken screamed. Pain spread through his entire body.

"Wha...wha...what's happening to me?!" The front door still banged from someone knocking. Ken's hair started to creep down to his shoulders as he felt the skin on his stomach soften. He felt something scratch his stomach. Ken brought his hands away and saw that they had shrunk down to a feminine shape. All the hair had disappeared and the nails were growing as well. The 'resizing' continued up his arms and spread through his torso and into his legs. A strong urge made Ken pick himself up on his hands and knees. The thought of being in a doggy position made Ken giggle. He quickly caught himself though.

Ken's body took on more feminine proportions with the shrinking of his waist and enlarging of his hips. A strong itch spread through Ken's chest, but he couldn't scratch it, he liked being in this position. Soon, small bumps appeared on Ken's chest at the same time as his nipples enlarged, growing darker as well. They grew into small mounds, and even more into a small C. Ken groaned with fear and pleasure. Two forces battled in his mind. Himself and a sex driven thing. He was being swallowed by the thing. Ken felt the final changes coming on as his lips began to pout and he felt the bones shifting. Pain still possessed most of Ken's body, but he couldn't move of free will. A strong urge made Ken slide his upper body forward and arch his back. His spine curved and locked into position. His breasts completed themselves, becoming a large D. Curly, blonde hair, a perfect ass, and breasts that would drive anyone crazy. Only one thing kept Ken from looking completely like a woman, his penis. He felt it start to withdraw and felt fear. He knew without that symbol of his maleness, he'd lose to the thing in his head. But it was too late. Ken's penis was quickly replaced by a vaginal slit in a matter of seconds. A sexual moan escaped Ken's mouth. Ken suddenly regained control of his pain possessed body.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit. What's happening? I feel so much pain. Ahhh!" Ken then remembered the shower. The banging on the door came back into focus for Ken, but he didn't care. The shower was still running and that would end his pain. Ken dragged his feminine body into the shower. The water relieved his pain. It disappeared into pleasure. But unfortunately for Ken, the water only sped up and increased his transformation. He screamed as his proportions became even more feminine and his breasts began to grow even more. Ken felt his mind slipping into the sexual desires and he found bliss. His screaming became a cute little giggle as he faded.

 

The front door flew open. Standing before the well dressed, middle aged man, stood a nude, wet woman.

"You..." the bombshell squeaked out as the last of Ken recognized the peddler. The well dressed man quickly grabbed her right breast and gently squeezed.

"Yes, Kera?" Kera giggled and brightened up as she felt the pleasure from her chest.

"You know just how to get me wet. We gonna fuck?" The man chuckled.

"No, no, no. I like to save that for the customers. Besides right now, you and I have some work to do." The man held up two gasoline cans. Kera and the man spread the gas all over the house. The man made sure to remove the shower head and place it in his bag.

"Master, whose house is this? It seems familiar."

"It's no one's my dear. You were just born here. But now Uncle Phoenix has to burn it down. Business matters, you understand."

"No I don't. But I love it when you talk smart. I feel wet." Kera giggled. Phoenix led Kera outside and produced a lighter. He lit the gasoline and soon Ken and his house were no more. Kera and Phoenix walked out into the night, fading into Phoenix's personal dimension to find more victims.

 

The End of this story.

  

  

  

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