Another caption! Let me know how you think the transformations can be improved––I want to be responsive to the wishes and desires of the communityGive me a watch, comment, or a favorite if you want more of this content!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Have you seen this subreddit?” Aaron asked. His friend, Tom, shook his head. “Check out r/bigtiddygothgf dude. It’s right up your alley.” Tom opened his phone and went to the sub, gleefully scrolling through seemingly endless photos of goth girls. The chokers, the boots, the black hair, the bangs... He loved all of it. He kept scrolling, much to Aaron’s amusement. “You’re so into this, dude. Come on, let’s get to class.” The two left their dorm, Tom trailing behind Aaron. On their way, Tom noticed that Aaron hadn’t put down his phone. Was he still scrolling through that fucking sub? They got to class and sat down, Tom scribbling notes down while the professor lectured. Aaron was still on his phone. He’s so fucked for this test, Tom thought. After class, Tom asked him if he needed his notes. “Nope, all good.” Aaron mumbled. He then quickly scurried away, phone still in hand. So fucking weird, Tom thought. He shrugged and went to grab dinner, but didn’t see Aaron there. When Tom got back to their dorm, he saw Aaron in front of his phone yet again. “Still looking at that sub, dude?” Tom asked, a little frustrated. But Aaron wasn’t looking at Reddit anymore. He was on Instagram? But Aaron hated social media... He was scrolling through photos of goth girls, but he didn’t seem excited in the same way he was earlier in the day. Tom was weirded out. “Hey, I’m going to head to the library and prep for that test in Brit Lit, you want to come?” No response from Aaron beyond a hand-wave. His fingers looked different, too. Was he wearing nail polish? “Alright dude, I’ll see you later.” Tom packed up his bag and left. As he was closing the door, he took one last look at Aaron, hunched over at his desk. He looked... smaller? So fucking bizarre, he thought. Tom ended up pulling an all-nighter in the library, then had to rush off to class. No signs of Aaron on campus. He grabbed dinner and pulled out his phone, shooting Aaron a text. No response. Should I call someone about him? He throught. Probably not, Aaron was just being weird. He went back to his dorm, cracked open the door, and flicked on the lights. “Aaron? You here dude?” No response. He laid down in bed and drifted off to sleep. He woke up to something rustling nearby. “Dude, you back?” he quietly asked. “Yeah babe, I’m back.” responded a femme voice. They got closer and jumped onto Tom’s bed, mounting him. Warm legs wrapped themselves around his pelvis. He could feel tight jeans, as the woman laid down on top of him he also felt warm skin. Her long, dark hair fell onto his face, tumbing over itself. He pushed her hair out of the way, exposing a beautiful goth girl, his same age. “Choke me, daddy...” she moaned, handing him the chain linked to her choker. “Tom, I need you to fuck me. I’ve been waiting for this.” Tom started to space out, grinding against her tigher jeans and rubbing her soft, big breasts. “Erin, you look so fucking hot. He tugged on her hair, twisting her over and stripping her down. She moaned with pleasure, ready to be fucked.