Naftessa can officially be considered a big tiddy goth girlfriend. This was something I wanted to get for a while and I finally jumped at an opportunity to get it done up. I really like how it came out, exactly how I pictured it being too!

Art done by: https://www.deviantart.com/sirsluggle

Favorite the original to (on DA if you got that) https://www.deviantart.com/sirslugg.....Punk-761990818


The following story was written by me:

I don't think I've ever felt more out of place in my life before. I don't really know how I ended up here. I didn't come with a friend, I wasn't dared to, I just wandered in. I think I regret doing so. Everything about it just isn't me. There were flashing lights all over the place, people with tattoos, piercings, bright and skimping clothing, and crazy hair and fur colors all around me. It was like a never ending rave, with the rainbow lights and loud EDM music.

It was fun for the right kind of person, I just wasn't that person. I would rather be inside my house re-watching shows on Hulu. And yet by some mystical interference I wound up in this punk bar, sitting on a stool with a glass of gin and tonic in front of me.

I looked around, adjusting my hoodie to get out the folds. Everyone seemed to be out and having a good time on the dance floor, or even smoking off in the corner and outside. That was the difference, I had no interest in any of that. I was already committed to getting at least one drink, and then I'd be off. I don't even like EDM music!

I downed the rest of my drink, and got up from the stool ready to leave. I don't even know why I thought this was a good idea in the first place! I started my attempt to slowly pushing my way through the crowd to get out. The key word there was attempt. It was like the crowd of random people wanted me to stay. I thought I was getting closer to the door only to wind up back in the center of the dance floor.

I was rather resigned to being stuck here, so I went over to a support beam and leaned against it, putting my hands in my sweatpants' pockets. It seemed like I wasn't going to be going anywhere for a while, so I may as well watch other people enjoy themselves. However, my observation wouldn't last long as a felt a drop of something land right at the tip of my hair, a bit dripping down onto my clothes. I looked down at it a bit confused, it was a bar so it might of just been a drink, but it was oddly thick almost like dye almost. Both my mind and body began to feel tingly as I felt my clothes start to shift around. My pupils shrank in surprise as I realized just exactly was going on.

I closed my eyes as the transformation quickly began both mentally and physically. For some reason this one hurt a lot more than what I'm used to, probably because it's some off brand, off market substance doing it. My hands went up to my head squeezing at it. My eyelashes became longer, black eyeshadow forming over my eyelids. I felt my hair start to grow longer and down over my eye, the pink dye at the tip of it becoming more prevalent there.

My figure would start changing next. Two orbs began to form at my chest, which made sense. That's were boobs go after all! No-that's not what I'm supposed to have! I struggled keeping my normal identity as the transformation to my figure continued. My arms became more slender as my hands became more dainty with longer fingers. Curves began to form on my legs, as my butt began swelling outward. It wasn't long before my hips starting to gain more mass to it.

My casual, lazy clothing started to alter vastly. My pants separated, the top part shrinking upward while the bottom part would stop just past my knees. The former fabric turned into black leather with laces, currently forming into open toes boots. What was left of the original pants remained just that, but starting to lighten in color and becoming rougher in fabric. A brown belt started to form around my waist. The sleeves of my hoodie went through very much the same, as most of the sleeves became much thinner and see through, turning into fishnets that also acted like fingerless gloves. The center of it dipped down vastly, starting to take on the form of cups to hold my growing breasts in it.

The clothing began to finish transforming, a black bra with a gold ring connecting the cups was left being shown off as my breasts grew out to quite impressive sizes. My rack was something to be proud of, lot of girls would kill for 'em. What was last of my ugly hoodie would be turned into a nice, sexy leather jacket that barely reached past my chest. A "V" became visible while my old sweatpants formed into a nice, figure hugging pair of jean shorts. My boots became full black leather ones now closed at the toes while gray piercings formed in my ear. The purple dye my hair had was gifted matching eyeshadow complimenting the black one that had already formed earlier. A choker formed around my neck as the transformation closed out.

That was much better, and I was much hotter now! Dressing like this was so liberating. I didn't need society telling me how I'm supposed to dress or look like! Looking pretty and girly was overrated, who needed to shop for clothes when you could party? Live life! Smoke something! Sleep with a guy you'll never see again! Be fun! You needs to conform to society's standards! That's for boring people who work office jobs! I'm Naftessa damn it, I look fine and don't need anyone to tell me otherwise. A girl just wants to have a good time. The hell out with worrying about anything, I was with my people! Non conformist just like me!

I open my eyes, a hand going down onto my hip and another underneath my face holding it up with my fist. I look around the room for someone to get to know better. And I would find my target. I locked eyes with them as I rose an eyebrow, knowing damn well they were checking me out, and for good reason. I think I should go pay someone a visit and introduce myself. Why browse when you can get the product after all? And with that, I sauntered my way over.