Dream #11 "Curves"

Request: Transform into a larger woman. Use a ring or medallion. If you could maybe start the change in men's clothing and take them off as the transformation progresses? Focus maybe on examination in a mirror. Checking the whole body.

Her height is about 5 foot 5 and she's 34.

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I do my WBTB, return to sleep, and suddenly find myself standing in a club, grinding against a woman in front of me. I hear loud, generic seeming music booming through the venue, the bass was heavy and thumping in my ears. The room was fairly warm, as expected of an area packed with people, and i could see i was standing on a large dance floor made of various squares which would light up different colors. The girl, her backside pressed against my crotch, turned and looked at me upon sensing that I had stopped dancing. She was fairly attractive, and looked to be college aged. I mouthed "sorry" to her, not believing she could hear me over the music, and peeled myself away and wove my way through the crowd, making my way towards the giant glass door against the wall furthest from me. Stepping past a large, Asian bouncer I moved outside and the air grew cool and quite nice. It was dark out, and I could feel that i had been sweating from the activity and air inside the club. The crisp, cool air felt fantastic and i leaned against the brick wall for a few minutes outside, just relaxing and feeling the cool breeze flow over me. Having a moment to relax, I could finally take in myself and how I was dressed. I seemed fairly accurate to reality, dressed in a pair of pair of jeans that were a bit looser than i liked, but still well fitting, and a button down white w/ blue stripes dress shirt. Feeling my face, i had my usual beard and short hair cut, and all seemed normal. I reached into my pocket, and found my usual ring, and held it in my palm while i decided my next actions. I slipped it onto my finger for the time being, and looked around for a place i could perhaps find my dream goal.

Walking down the street, the area appearing to be a fairly generic looking down-town place, i spotted a lot of various shops and restaurants. Despite it being night time, there were quite a few people walking around. I saw that i was standing next to a toy store, so i stepped inside and threw my intent to the dream that i wanted to find the woman in my goal. Stepping inside, the store had a strong cinnamon smell, which i found peculiar. I wove through the various isles in the stores, seeing some toys that looked like something i would see in a normal store, and others that seemed quite bizarre or strange. I wish i had time to play around with some, but i had a goal to get to. Near the back of the store, seated on a bench surrounded by various bags, i saw the woman from the pictures. She had her torso turned away from me, and was rustling through a bag at her side. She was wearing a tank top, and a pair of shorts - neither of which really contained her body very well. Draped across a few of her bags, i could see a jacket which i assumed was hers. Knowing what i had to do, i made my way around her, keeping out of her vision, and gently lifted her jacket off of the bags and quickly walked away, the jacket in hand and her none the wiser. I stepped back out into the street, and stepped into a nearby restaurant, deciding to have a bit of fun with the transformation. The restaurant reminded me of a sports bar, with lots of TVs hanging around the place and a bunch of people with pitchers of beer. I sat down at a small 2 person table, though i was far from alone. The place was fairly packed, and one girl DC - a pretty young blonde - kept glancing over at me and smiling. I flashed her a smile, but not wanting to get into her pants i pretty much ignored her after that. I placed the jacket on the table in front of me, and took out my ring. Placing my ring into my palm again, i then took my other hand and pressed my palm down on top of the ring and squeezed it with all my might. The metal became malleable in my hands, and began to give into my squeezing and get pressed down into a large circular shape. Keeping my intent in mind, i lifted my hand and saw a large bronze medallion looking object resting in my palm. Attempting to sense if it had power, i (yes, i know it's odd) smelled it and felt a tingle come off of it and raise the hair on my arms. Now to get the show on the road, i lifted the jacket, touched the medallion to it and a powerful shock blasted through my arm and into my body. This stunned me for a moment, expecting a small shock rather than being struck by goddamn lightning, i threw the jacket under my chair and placed the medallion back into my pocket. 

My waiter arrived at this point, a college guy wearing a bandanna, and asked for my order. Not really hungry in this dream, i just ordered a water and settled down for the transformation. The first thing that came to my attention was that my face felt odd. I felt like someone had splashed me with water, as my face felt kinda chilly, and there was a prickling sensation all over it. I raised a hand to my face to see what was happening, and my beard was gone, and my face felt almost like it had swollen somewhat -- though i knew it was just me getting pudgier. Feeling my face, i could feel that my face was still the same, albeit more pudgy, but i was sure it would change soon enough. The waiter came back, placing my water down, and gave me a puzzled look while muttering "that's weird" i smiled at him, only imagining what was going through his head, and said "Thanks man" and my voice sounded a bit different, like i had the slightest touch of helium in my voice. I couldn't sense any changes for a bit, but over time i could tell that i began to get more fat. My shirt began to feel a little bit uncomfortable, while at the same time i had to roll up my sleeves slightly because my arms were getting shorter. This was easily noticeable as i kept my drink at the same spot on the table, and i had to lean forward more to be able to reach it over time. After taking one of many sips of my water, i felt a powerful burning in my throat, like i had just done a particularly harsh shot of vodka. Upon the feeling clearing up, i said out loud "well that was shitty" and my voice was much higher pitched and a bit softer, causing me to then say "Well, that's new." A few more minutes elapsed and my shirt continued to grow tight, and it also began in my pants. My jeans, previously a bit loose, were now approaching skinny jeans territory. I unbuttoned a few of the top buttons on my shirt, and pulled it away slightly from my body to see what exactly was going on. I saw that I actually couldn't see a whole lot. I could feel from the way i was sitting slightly hunched that my stomach was a bit more fat, but upon looking down my shirt a lot of the mass had gone to my chest. I had the start of what would later be hefty breasts now pressing against my shirt and blocking my vision. They still seemed fairly manly, as i still had my own nipples so they appeared like a pair of man boobs, but based on what i had seen in the toy store this shirt would not be containing them for long. My pants grew tighter and tighter, beginning to feel like i had somehow put on pants 2 sizes to small. My legs began to ache, the material squeezing my legs tightly, and upon looking under the table i could see that my legs had grown shorter, as the end of the jeans was now bunched up a bit against my shoes. On top of this, i could feel that my underwear was biting into my skin, and i felt like i was about to burst out of all my clothes. I stood up from the table, and i noticed i had to exert a bit more strength than usual to lift myself up. I wasn't sure if this was from my new muscles (or lack there of) or my new weight, but it was a noticeable impact. I saw upon standing that the girl who had been eye-fucking me earlier now looked at me with an expression of near panic. I mouthed the words "allergic reaction" to her, and she calmed down slightly, but still watched me as i made my way through the restaurant towards the bathrooms. As i walked i felt like i was wearing children's clothes. Each step was a fight against my painfully tight jeans, and i could feel my shirt strained to it's limits against the mass accumulating beneath. As i stepped into the restroom, which thankfully appeared to be empty, my jeans grew tight across my hips to the point that i had to unbutton them to release the pressure. The front button, nearly to the point of snapping as was, was a bit hard to undue due to my fingers having also become a bit pudgier which limited my dexterity a smidgen  I locked the door, and leaned against the sink to try to pull my jeans off. I threw off my shoes, not even having to untie them due to my feet now being smaller, and lifted one leg into the air to pull at the leg of my jean. This failed, as my new mass threw me extremely off balance, i stumbled upon trying to hold my leg in the air and lowered myself to the ground, my back against the wall. I began to pull at my jeans, struggling to slide them off my larger legs, and as I worked them down my legs i saw that my skin tone was becoming a bit darker in splotches. Upon getting them off my legs i tossed them across the room and looked down to take in my body. I could see that my underwear was stretched tight across my crotch and hips, allowing me to see how much my lower body had changed. I could see the smallest bulge of my penis still remaining, and it brought my attention to the fact that i was sitting on a now considerably larger backside which was a contributing factor to my underwear being at it's limits. My thighs, now free from the jeans, looked huge to me. I could see that they were hairless, and darker than they used to be. I could also spot a bit of cellulite up towards my crotch, as the skin got a little less tan. As i observed my thighs i heard a distinctive pop as the last of my buttons on my shirt gave in and popped off to clink against the floor. My shirt burst open, exposing my upper body. I ripped off the remains of my shirt and tossed them over to lay with my jeans, and took in the changes. The most prominent thing was that i no longer looked male. My chest had grown much more than the rest of my torso, now clearly being a large pair of female breasts. My nipples tickled a little and as i watched they began to morph and become darker to match the breasts. I looked my arms, and they had become quite fleshy as well. I used to have fairly nice definition on my arms, but now they lacked any look of muscle, and had a bit of flesh hanging from my upper arm which jiggled slightly when i moved, which felt odd. I attempted to get back on my feet, but found that i felt a ton weaker, and i felt like i had weighs strapped to various parts of my body. It took me a bit and a bit of rolling around to get myself kneeling, and finally standing. I had to lean against the wall, the overwhelming strangeness of her body's mass overwhelming my senses, and i maneuvered myself to be in front of a mirror. The reflection drove home the point that i was barely myself anymore. I could see only the slightest hint of my face, and the body looked nothing like me. My hair was a bit longer and was growing before my eyes becoming a darker color and beginning to frame my face. From the neck down i looked exactly like a nude version of the woman in the store, her flesh hanging free without the influence of clothes. My hips felt almost comically wide to me, though i could see they were accurate with the woman i saw earlier. My hair continued to stretch down my face, until finally it reached my shoulders and stopped. As i watched the finishing touches on my/her body finished up as my face creepily rearranged in front of me, parts moving and flowing around. I also felt a sharp pain on my crotch and suddenly i was getting feelings from her vagina. Looking into the mirror i saw her, and completely her, looking back at me in only a extremely ill fitting pair of men's underwear. As i moved a bit i could feel almost nearly my whole body jiggle slightly and move. I used one hand, now smaller than before, to heft and feel her breasts. They felt absolutely massive to me, and i could notice the weight of them as i lifted them. They felt a bit less sensitive than other females i had been, most likely do to how much breast there was. I let go of them, feeling them fall back down and settle, and turned to see my profile. I again got a strong feeling of how unwieldy and foreign this body felt to me, as it had more mass than I've ever had in a dream or in life. As i turned i could see the underwear stretched to the brink and not even fully containing her significant butt. I felt like i was padding my underwear due to how much flesh was now on my backside. I turned again to face the mirror and began to feel the various parts of her body. I again moved to her breasts first, finding that her nipples were still extremely sensitive even if some sensitivity was lost on the surrounding flesh. I massaged and groped them for a bit, a bit pleased at how much boobage there was to play with. I let go of them and moved down my body, running my hands over her stomach and hips and buttox just to get a feel for how different and foreign it was. I could feel her body sticking out in places so much further than my previous one, aware of sensations coming from places where i used to not have flesh or body. Her hips, for example, were very noticeable to me. I took a step and i could feel my whole gait and walk had to adapt and revolve around her body shape and weight, as without meaning to i had to move my hips quite a bit to walk. I moved down from there, slipping a hand into my underwear and feeling that -- without a doubt -- i no longer had my penis. I was worried, due to how long the transformation had took, that if i tried to explore down there too much the dream might run out of time. I pulled myself away and ran my hands over my legs, having to bend over which caused her huge breasts to sway forward and hang from my chest. I felt how soft my legs felt, a combination of the lack of hair and added weight onto them. At this point i became aware to the people standing outside and angrily banging on the door of the bathroom. Figuring i can have some fun since the dream was feeling close to it's end, i unlocked the door and threw it open. The man in front of me, an older white guy, had his fist raised into the air ready to pound again. Upon seeing a virtually nude, large tan woman standing in front of him his eyes grew wide and he audibly gasped and lowered his hand. I placed one hand on my hip and winked at him, wanting to mess with him, using my other hand i lifted it to my chest and began to play with my breast in front of him. I could see there was a line of people who must have been trying to get in, and they stepped to the side to get a view of what the commotion was near the bathroom. Upon seeing me most of them also grew wide-eyed and gasped, while some whispered to each other hurriedly. I could see out of the corner of my eye that someone was storming towards me in a hurry, an incredibly pissed look on their face. I laughed and the dream ended.