No Shrimp on This Barbie Pt. 1(Margot Robbie Tg)

“Becca for the last time I’m not taking you to the new movie, you’re too young.”

“But-but she’s my favorite an-and she’s so pretty and Alexis’s sister let her see it.”

Mark sighed, his sister’s puppy dog eyes had him at his breaking point. He honestly wouldn’t have minded taking her to the movie, he liked making her happy. Not to mention Margot Robbie was good eye candy and Ryan Gosling was just like him (fr fr). But their strict parents would kill him for taking her to a PG-13 movie. Even with them gone on a work trip, Becca would find some way to blab to them that he had taken her.

“Why don’t we rewatch the other Barbie movies you have?”

“No! I wanna see the new one! She’s way prettier than the princess Barbie. It’s not fair Mark pleassseeee” The girl pouted; cheeks puffing as tears welled up in her eyes.

Well, he couldn’t argue with that. Margot Robbie was in a league of her own. But maybe there was another way to lift her spirits.

“Alright, how about I get you the real Barbie from the movie, that would be way cooler than just seeing her right?”

Becca perked right up “Really? I love you soooo much Marky! I want her in the pretty pink hat and dress please please pleaseeee”

“Sure thing Becca, I’ll get her as quick as I can, now what do you wanna watch before bedtime?”

One age-appropriate Barbie movie later, Becca was fast asleep. Mark had spent the last hour frantically searching for the doll, realizing what a moron he was. It was just his luck that the thing would be sold out everywhere, likely bought out by greedy scalpers. He had almost given up hope, before entering the dreaded page 2 of Google. Hidden in the depths of that accursed place was a link for a “Life size Barbie doll” from some site called Barbieland.com. Mark figured it was worth a try, putting faith in his antivirus as he entered the site. He was greeted by a neon pink site that burned his retinas, squinting slightly as he made out the image of Margot Robbie clad in a Barbie outfit. Yet it was labelled as a life size doll, with no other pictures to be seen. The whole thing screamed some type of scam, but before he clicked off, he saw the quantity remaining as only one remaining. He sighed, his tired brain easily falling for the psychological trap, and he clicked the button, on the 1% chance it was legit.

He clicked the button, the click of his mouse accompanied by an alarming crack as he lost control of his right hand. “What the… FUCK!” he yelped as his hand began splaying widely, each spasm causing his digits shrank to melt away into feminine perfection topped with a sickly pink polish. In shock, his left-hand grabbed hold of the mess of increasingly dainty digits. All this accomplished was his left hand following the same fate as the right, spasming wildly as he lost any control as his fingers shrank, skin taking on a bright sheen. “T-this can’t be real, I’m hallucinating” Matt muttered, brain racing as it desperately tried to understand the impossibility before him. The strange force didn’t care as it continued its assault, his clothes vanishing in the blink of an eye leaving him naked and afraid.

The lack of control made its way up his arms, muscles flexing to their limit one last time before being reduced to soft fat contained by a soft layer clear skin. Matt was screaming at his arms to move, to do anything, but watched powerless as they delicately placed themselves upon his desk. His elongated nails clacked idly on his desk, patiently waiting for his petty outburst to end. Matt’s brain was drowning in adrenaline. Fight was impossible thanks to his useless arms it resorted to flight.

He sat up, only to fall right back down as a sickening *Crack* from his feet rendered him immobile. “Nonononono, please not my fee-YEEEET FUCCCKKK” Matt groaned as his feet followed his hands lead. His toes dancing to a dissonant tune as their mass was siphoned away with sickening crunches. The pain and pleasure coursing through his system as the changes continued. He soon lost any control of his rapidly shrinking feet. Their Soles softened, any blemishes washing away like bits of sand. He stared in teary eyed terror as his dirty nails were filed away into eloquent talons, complete with a layer polish. Toes became dainty little things, hanging off pretty feet; pretty enough to give more than a few people a foot fetish if subjected to a twenty second scene centered on them.

The two-pronged assault on his masculinity continued, as his arms and ankles stopped obeying him. He watched speechless as sun-kissed skin creeped its way up his arm, fuelling its march by draining his muscles. He felt a million tiny pricks, wincing as his triceps and biceps shriveled away, repurposed as a firm but soft layer of fat for his thinning arms. It wasn’t long before it had made its way all the way up his forearm and elbow. His arms looked like they had been stitched onto him with shitty CGI, but this wasn’t a Marvel cash grab.

All the while his legs had undergone a similar process. Leg and calf muscle had been ground down, his lower half now covered in velvety golden skin. His delicate feet hovered a few inches off the ground thanks to his more diminutive stature. “Oh Gahhhhdddd it feels sooo GOOOODD” Matt moaned in ecstasy as his thighs bubbled, the tanned wave slowing. It moved forward painfully slow, struggling to move its way up the rapidly expanding mountain of thick and firm thigh fat.

“Oh no fuck fuck fuck FUUCKKKK” Matt’s cock stood at full attention, the seven-inch rod throbbing and dripping with need. It was aching to be touched, but his hands stood dutifully on the desk, refusing to acknowledge his desperate manhood. In his desperation Matt began humping, thrusting his cock forward, towards his expanding curves. His cock brushed past his now silky skin, Matt moaning as his body shivered in pleasure. His thrusting quickly grew in speed, each thrust more pleasurable than the last as his thighs squished harder and harder on his cock. His thighs glistened with the sheen of healthy skin and pre, the plump pillars of fat getting tighter and tighter as they grew thicker and thicker.

Matt’s next thrust would be his last, just barely squeezing his rod through the wall of fat. But as he tried to pull it back, his thunderous thighs were impenetrable. He yelped as the fatty walls crushed his manhood like a vice, pain and pleasure rushing through his body like a whirlwind. It was too much, his cock was at its breaking point, begging for release as it spasmed. But the vice was too tight, his cum trapped as more and more churned in his balls. Matt moans and yells were incomprehensible, his cock’s screaming nerves taking up every bit of brain space.

Relief only came as his thighs reached their final size, deliciously curvy things that practically begged for a squeeze. They briefly parted, Matt’s cock leaping at the opportunity to explode “I’M-I’M CUMMMMINGGGG-AIEEEEEEGHHHHH” stream after stream of the hot stuff jetted out, but his pleasure was quickly cut short as his shoulders caved in with a sickening *CRUNCH* The waves of golden skin quickly met at his core, his entire body from the neck down bathed in a glossy glow free of blemishes. His cock continued spurting, each shot of spunk shedding his height until he was a mere 1.68m. Mark’s spine crunched inwards with another sickening *CRUNCH* as his body stuck out his flabby pecs. His thighs decided that it was the perfect time to adjust his posture, just as the torrent of cum began to slow to a trickle. They crushed the poor hose once more, now sitting cross legged like a proper lady. “FUUUCKKK WHYYYYYYY” Matt cried, his body not even allowing him a proper orgasm.

As a drip of sticky white sex dribbled out of his crushed shrimp, a pulse of pleasure lifted him up an inch. Fat was quickly packing his backside, his cheeks quickly expanding into meaty plump bubbles, small bits of cellulite a testament to their impressive size. They jiggled enticingly at the slightest movement, his new queenly throne digging into the sides of his chair. “M-my ass, it’s huge…” he muttered through the pain, basking in the small win of a more comfortable seat. This respite was short lived, as his stomach shuddered as an excruciating cramp ripped through his core. Matt moaned in pain as his stomach pulled in his slight gut, core muscles squeezing relentlessly into his spare tire. As his core wrung out his unsightly beer belly, an all too familiar *CRACK* followed by a yelp of pain as his hips crashed inwards with no warning. The burning cramps began to fade away, Matt taking in huge gulps of air as he studied his new stomach through half lidded eyes. He had been blessed with childbearing hips. His new core was deliciously feminine with a small layer of enticing pudge, only blemished by a few stretch marks.

“Fuuck my stomach I’m gonna hurl!”

Mark’s cramp turned into an uncomfortable nausea, a deep unsettling bubbling in his stomach. His insides were being converted, a womb was carved out, fully formed ovaries eager to be attached to a soon to be formed uterus. The churning made it’s way upwards, burning through his liver, intestines, kidneys and lungs. They strengthened, Matt’s years of a few too many beers and bags of chips washed away.

“It’s coming up-“*Hragghh* Matt let out a deep hacking cough, trying to release the bubbling rapidly approaching his throat. His vocal cords tinged, his Adams’s apple beginning to melt as he was beset with a coughing fit, desperate for relief. Each cough was made all the more painful by the inability to even move his chest, which had become just as unresponsive as his limbs. Each hack sounded lighter than the last, softer, airier- as much as a cough could be. His throat had thinned out with each expulsion of air, skin glowing from countless skincare products. With one final *Cough* the bubbling escaped it’s gastric tomb as a light *Brapp*

“‘Scuse me… Fuck, I’m completely buggered. Why am I becoming a bloody sheila!”

Mark’s eyes went wide in shock at what came out of his mouth. They went even wider in fear after he recognized the voice.

“I sound like an Aussie bird, but more than that, I’m-I’m Margot Robbie. Fuck me dead, that dodgy site turned me into her! N-no this must be a bloody dream” He gave a soft nervous chuckle, the sweet tones of Margot’s voice arousing and unsettling. “Might as well have some fun with it, not worth getting my knickers in a twist.” The respite from his painful transformation meant that all the adrenaline coursing through his system made him irrationally giddy with nervous excitement.

“G’day mate, I’m Margot Robbie from ‘Straya and I’m here to leave you feeling real stoked with my hot bod! Let’s put some shrimp on the barbie-” Mark’s fun was cut short as his 'shrimp' burned with a sudden searing pain. “MY STIFFY!”

Margot’s shrill voice cried as the burning sensation intensified, his body indifferent to his brain’s commands. His roasting man meat shriveled away painfully slow, skin rubbing raw.

The exposed neurons screamed as they squeezed out of the tight grasp of his tong-like thighs. His buttery-smooth skin was barely any help as his seven inches - fifteen centimetres - shriveled away. All that burned man meat found a new purpose, giving this soon-to-be sheila a proper set of tits. His nails stood idly by as his droopy pecs firmed right up. His already hard nipples began painfully piercing upwards, dragging his rapidly growing mammaries with it. A few moments of excruciating pain and shrill shrieks later, and Mark was now the owner of a perfectly perky set of A cups. His cock really was shrimpy by now, standing at a mere five centimetres, so small it was about to slip out of the grasp of its fatty prison.

“CUNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!” was all Mark could muster as his cock slammed hard into his balls. The charred shrimp swam its way through his ball sack, piercing his taint as it swam into the depths of her new pussy, never to be seen again. Her testes followed suit, quickly becoming a uterus that attached to her awaiting womb. Her new sex, or 'cunt' as she would eloquently put it now, was already cumming hot juices that were running down her thighs. Mark’s brain fried as the piercing indescribable pain of her cock melting away slowly gave way for the pleasurable waves from her first female orgasm.

She didn’t even realize the other changes that had happened the moment her new hole formed. Her tits exploded, flesh jiggling as they expanded into a B cup. They swung hypnotically, small enough to get a meaty handful. Her eyes tinged, eyelids closing shot as her dull brown purified into Margot’s entrancing baby blues. Her entire face crunched inwards rounded feminine features making their mark. Perfectly-maintained tanned skin washed over his splotchy acne-riddled visage. Her nose wiggled away excess mass until it was a cute button. Her ears shrank and lobes pierced as her lips plumped out into perfect bee sting kissers. Finally, long golden blonde locks exploded outwards, a portion curling alluringly over her breasts.

Just as suddenly as it started, the transformation was over. Mark’s body, or rather Margot’s, suddenly obeyed him once more. She lay there for a few moments breathing heavily as she rode the pleasure until the pain was but a distant memory. Her perfectly manicured fingers gingerly groped her new assets, going walkabout across her fit new body. “That was way too bloody good~”

Her exploration of her new body was cut short by a knock on the door that took her out of her reverie.