Prank call [TG, MC]

 

Matt’s recliner buzzed quietly as he raised his feet into the air. It had been a long day, and goddamn did he deserve this. It was Friday, thank god, and another tedious week of corporate targets and meetings was finally over. Sitting back and turning on his flatscreen TV, Matt took a sip from his expensive glass of champagne. It was no secret that he took great pride in his work ethic and dedication, it was the reason he was where he is today. He was something of a wunderkind, rising to a high-end corporate role in one of the biggest companies in America in just 6 years. And boy did he reap the benefits. It was a proud moment for Matt when he finally moved into this apartment, and it was well worth the wait. Two bedrooms (though he lived alone), a beautiful open plan living area with a full working kitchen, and not to mention the unbeatable sky top view of New York City! It was the perfect space for him to kick back, relax, and enjoy the start of his weekend…

 

…or it would, were it not for his telephone ringing. It was his landline (which his apartment had for some reason had) so this came much to Matt’s confusion. When he’d bought the place, he was told the landline was mostly for decoration these days, and any calls they did receive was probably spam. Keeping this advice in mind, Matt blissfully ignored the ringing, the phone eventually timing out. Dismissing the moment immediately, Matt once again set upon relaxing and enjoying his night…

 

*Ring! Ring! Ring!* the phone rang again. This time, Matt glanced over at the device. Twice? He contemplated his options, as he slumped down into his chair. Two calls in a row were a bit unusual. Should he just pick up and see what was up? The caller trying again indicated to him that this was, indeed, not spam. But why on earth would somebody call a landline? He hadn’t handed it out to anyone. Feck, he didn’t even know the number himself! Maybe it was an emergency? A relative in destress that had somehow decided not to call his mobile? Or what if it was just a rather crafty scam caller, aware of the thought process their repeated calling had caused him? Entirely possible, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk those odds.

 

Groaning to himself, Matt dragged himself from his recliner, placing his glass of champagne on the table, he made his way to the phone, his feet dragging behind him in protest. Finally reaching his kitchen counter, Matt picked up the phone.

“Hello?” He spoke politely, complete silence greeting him on the other end.

“Hello? Hello?” He pressed, still awaiting first contact with whoever was calling him. Still, Silence. It was like he was calling to the void. “Alright, that’s enough.” He sighed, hanging up swiftly afterwards. Must have been a prank call or something. Kids these days. Why couldn’t they crank call a pizza joint or something? And to just sit there in silence? That wasn’t even funny! Matt sighed to himself as he brushed a lock of blonde hair from his face, and-

 

Wait, what? Blonde hair? That couldn’t be right, he’d always been dark haired, he was much closer to black than he was blonde! But yet, he couldn’t deny what he could see with his own two eyes. There was absolutely blonde hair on his head. And it was so long, too? Corporate was rather strict on dress code, and hair was no exception. Matt had always kept his hair short, even buzzcut at times. But now? His hair was at the very least down to his shoulders! It was as if it had suddenly catapulted in length, perhaps even more than that, he had no idea how long it would be when it wasn’t tied back in… wait, TIED BACK? That certainly wasn’t normal. Perhaps he could accept his long, blonde hair, but he certainly had NOT styled it in such a way. He didn’t even have any product or bands in the house!

 

*Ring! Ring! Ring!* Matt’s thought process was interrupted by the ring of the telephone once more. Were they back for more? Matt considered leaving them be, allowing the phone to keep on ringing until they eventually got bored and moved on to another, more gullible target. But with that said. Answering was… tempting. After all, he hadn’t yet returned to his chair, and the phone WAS right there… what the hell, he’d give them a piece of his mind.

“You can do better than this, honestly!” he teasingly boasted as he picked up the phone. Just as before, there was no response. Damn, they were committed to the bit. “Come on, hit me with your best shot!” he invited them, holding his nose as he felt a small amount of discomfort in his face. Unbeknownst to him, his features were hitting him with their own best shot, as his bones shifted and bent to create a new picture. Under the pressure of his grasp, his nose cracked, deforming and reshaping as it became smaller and rounder.

“Hello?” Matt repeated himself, the pure silence of the receiver starting to cross the line from “unfunny” to “a bit creepy.” As he did so, his lips inflated. It was true that Matt had dealt with stress in his general life and his job, so his lips were not in the best of conditions. Right now, for example, they were bitten to shreds! The consequence of this habit would be no more, however, as they became larger and smoother, giving him a more feminine look. Though Matt was not thinking about this at all. In fact, he was lost in thought about what the hell was happening on the phone right now. If they were prank callers, they were certainly good ones, because this mystery was driving him crazy! Deep in contemplation, Matt rubbed his hand across his chin. As he did so, his very skull began to reshape, moulding in his hand like wet clay. As he rubbed, the small stubble he had collected over the last day vanished, squashed into his skin as his chin and jawline became rounder, his jaw shrinking and bending to create a softer look.

 

“Anybody there?” Matt continued hopelessly. What the hell was going on? The lack of a response told him that maybe it was time to hang up. As he did so, the young man could not help but check his reflection in the mirror. That was odd, how long had he been wearing make up? He certainly didn’t remember putting any on today. Rubbing his eyes, he took a moment to look closer. Were his eyes always this blue? Or was his makeup just making them… pop more? He couldn’t tell. Ugh, was he wearing too much eyeliner? He always overdid these things whenever he… wait, what the hell was he talking about? He did NOT put eyeliner on this morning, and he DEFINITELY didn’t-

 

*Ring! Ring! Ring!* Again with this phone? That was it, he was willing to entertain whoever was calling for so long, but this was getting silly now. It was time to show them he meant business!

“Hello?” He answered once more, ensuring that he was dealing with the same troublemakers as before. As much as he wanted to rush in and immediately give them what for, there was always that tiny, miniscule chance it was genuinely somebody else, somebody who actually had something important to say, and Matt was not willing to risk that chance. Luckily, the lack of a response eliminated any chance of that happening.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care! Stop calling me and find somebody else to fuck with!” he exclaimed, allowing his frustration to boil over a touch too much. As he spoke, a great discomfort erupted in his neck and shoulders. His shoulders cracked and wheezed as they were placed under strain by the changes. Subtly but undoubtedly so, his shoulder blades became narrower, less broad and more curved, leaving the upper third of his body completely disproportionate to the rest. Unfortunately for Matt, his threat was considerably less intimidating than he had hoped, as his voice slowly rose in octaves, his Adam’s apple disappearing into thin air, his vocal cords tightening like a guitar being tuned.

 

Hanging up the phone, Matt cringed internally at his sudden voice break. Why did that happen? His voice hadn’t broken like that in years? Clearing his throat, Matt tried his hardest to dismiss the embarrassing moment, reassuring himself with the knowledge that, as far as he knew, the crank callers had absolutely no idea who he was. And besides, his voice hadn’t changed THAT much, had it? He wasn’t sure it was even noticeable.

 

*Ring! Ring! Ring!* Are you kidding? Matt groaned at the sound of the phone ringing AGAIN. Were these guys serious? Surely, they were bored by now? No, that was enough, he wasn’t giving them the time of day anymore. Breathing in deeply to supress his frustration, Matt calmly turned around, moved away from the phone, and towards his comfy, luxurious recliner…

 

*Ring! Ring! Ring!* That was enough. Angrily, Matt stormed towards the phone, his footsteps heavy in their charge. The young man almost tore the stand from it’s mounting as he yanked the device towards his mouth and screamed.

“If you ever call this number again, so help me god, I will-“

“Hello?” Came a voice in response. Matt’s heart dropped. This was no prank call. This was real. Some poor guy made a innocent phone call, and instead of the polite response he expected, Matt had completely berated him. Shit. He was so embarrassed!

“Oh, uhhh. Hi!* He said, trying his best to pretend his misjudgement never happened, hoping the man on the phone would do the same.

“Wow, you flew off the rails a bit there, huh?” The man chuckled in response. He seemed to take the confrontation well. His response was acknowledging, yet unjudgmental and almost joking in its tone, much to Matt’s relief.

“Yeah… Sorry” Matt responded, nervously twiddling a finger in his hair. As he did so, something odd was happening. As the hair grazed along his index finger, his bones began to tingle. Slowly, they snapped and twitched as they thinned out, one by one. Starting with his left hand and spreading to his left. Each finger more delicate than the last, as the skin on his arms tightened.

“That’s okay!” The voice on the phone spoke warmly. “I was just wondering if Molly was in?” Matt furrowed his brow. Who? There was certainly no Molly on these premises. Had some poor guy been given the wrong number? Matt knew the feeling, maybe he could help him feel better somehow? No, there was no use in that, he didn’t even know the guy, it wasn’t his responsibility! As Matt pondered, the changes to his arms and hands continued. The tightening of his skin finally broke down the fat and muscle in his arms, causing them to shrink significantly, dropping Matt from a moderate build to a skinny, dainty look.

“I’m sorry, there’s no Molly here.” Matt finally uttered, holding the phone with his newly manicured hands.

“Hmm. I think I’m talking to her right now!” The voice teased again.

“Nope, you got the wrong number!” Matt quickly fumbled, before slamming the phone on it’s stand. What the hell was he talking about? And who the hell did he think he was? He already told him there was no Molly here! Why would he lie? And why would he be Molly? That was a girls name!

Matt scoffed, cursing internally. Must have just been some creep that gets off on calling random women (not that he was one). But yet, he sounded so kind? Maybe he did it because he was lone… never mind. That’s exactly how they wanted him to think. Trying his best to dismiss his thoughts, Matt returned to his recliner in an attempt to relax. Though as hard as he tried, he just couldn’t. what the hell was with all of these calls recently? He could accept maybe one, but so many so quickly? There had to be more to it. Had his number been leaked? Posted to some dodgy forum on the darkest corners of the internet? If so, then he had a serious problem.  He had to find out what was going on. But how? He could try and track himself on the aforementioned forums? No, that would only… make things worse. Besides, if he didn’t even know his home telephone number, how was he supposed to know if it was his?

 

No, there was only one thing for it. Anxiously, Matt sat in wait. all he had to do was verbally ambush the next person to call him, try and startle them into giving him information. It wasn’t a perfect plan, heck, it was a terrible plan. But it was the best he could conjure. So, he waited… and waited… and waited… and nothing came. The pranksters had chosen now of all times to cease their assault. Maybe that was the game the whole time? See who could psychologically torture their prey for the longest, without pushing them over the edge? Matt briefly considered a-

 

*Ring! Ring! Ring!* At last! Now was his chance! Practically leaping out of his seat, Matt made a beeline for his phone.

“Where the hell did you get this number?!” He yelled, finishing his sentence before he could even pull the phone to his face. As he did, his ears were met by a distinct, deep chuckle.

“What are you talking about? You gave it to me, Silly!” Laughed the same voice from before. Matt’s face dropped. He was… completely unfazed? Who the hell was he dealing with here? Matt instinctually tapped his feet with anxiety, the resulting vibration reverberating throughout his entire lower half.

“Look, I’m telling you, I don’t know who you a-“ Matt cut himself off, a sharp pain splitting through his feet as they drastically reduced in size. The soles of his feet tingled as they became smoother, and softer.

“Wow, you seriously don’t remember me?” The voice laughed, more teasingly than genuinely offended. “It’s James! We met at the gas station the other day?”

Matt’s mind began to spin. Was he trying to gaslight him? He certainly didn’t meet a strange man in a gas station, right? And even if he did, he wouldn’t exactly hand out his house phone number! Though he had to admit, he was charmed at the chivalry.

“I don’t… Gas station?” Matt asked, nerves dwelling within him as he continued to tap his feet. The vibrations continued upwards towards his legs, spreading to his thighs as they gurgled beneath the skin. All of the fat and muscle gone from his arms found a new home in his thighs, ballooning out and becoming thick and squishy. Unfortunately for his penis, the new body mass pressed in on his genitals, crushing them to a point beyond uncomfortable, his member only given a respite from the widening of his hips, his bones growing to childbearing proportions and easing the pressure somewhat.

“Yeah, duh! You really are forgetful, aren’t you?” James teased once more. The world was starting to spin around Matt. Why was James talking to him as if they knew each other? It’s like it wasn’t even a cruel game to him, it was as if he genuinely believed they were friends!

“Now, How about that date you promised?” Matt’s heart dropped upon hearing those words. Date? DATE? Hell no!

Matt hung up the phone without another word. DATE? Did James think he was into him? No no no, this wasn’t right. Oh god, why did he give him his phone number? What was he thinking! Shit. He had to do something! Explain to him how he felt, make sure he KNEW they were just friends. He had to call him… but what was his number?

 

*Ring! Ring! Ring!* Oh, what incredible timing! Matt was quick to answer the phone once more. Though this time, rather than anger or frustration, his haste was made from eagerness, from nervousness, from… hornyness? As he answered the phone, Matt couldn’t help but feel a heat build inside of him…

“James, look, I- Fuuuuck” Matt was cut off again, but rather than pain, it was a wave of pleasure that stopped him in his tracks. He felt a warm sensation in his stomach build, as his torso thinned, caving inwards and giving his body an hourglass figure.

“Molly.” James gruffy voice soke softly into Matt’s ear, the man(?) moaning femininely as the pleasure rose to his chest.

“That’s not… my name…” He panted between moans, his chest beginning to inflate, pressing his bare nipples against his shirt. He wasn’t Molly, he was Matt!

“Are you horny, Molly?” James asked, Matt desperately trying to get a hold of himself, to no prevail, as his tits grew to a moderate size, his silhouette an image of femininity.

“So… Fuck… So horny.” He gasped, fondling his new assets, moaning especially loudly down the phone.

“mmm. That’s a good girl, Molly.” James purred, turning Matt on even further. But that wasn’t right, he wasn’t a girl, he was… he was…

“My names not… That’s not… FUCK… not my name” Matt managed to utter, gasping for air as the pleasure rolled down to his penis. Fuck, he’d never been this horny before.

“Oh yeah? Then what is it?” James challenged, clearly taking pleasure in Mo- in his mental struggle. But he knew it wasn’t Molly. It was… ummm… it was… Moll- No, it was… FUCK, The pleasure was becoming too much to speak. His penis was shrivelling up inside itself, slowly shrinking into his body as the feeling of a thousand orgasms coursed through him at once. At long last, Mo-Moll- HE let out the loudest moan of them all, as his penis slipped into his body and became a soaking wet vagina.

“Well, Tell me your name, Slut!” James commanded. Fuck, that made her so horny.

“I’m…. I’m…” she coo’d. “I’m….” All of the pleasure, all of the torture finally came to spike, as the most intense orgasm overcame her.

“I’M MOLLY!” She finally conceded, panting breathlessly as the pleasure took over.

“mmm. Good girl.” James chuckled, clearly satisfied with his work. “I’ll be over for seconds later?”

“Mmmm, you got it baby.” Molly accepted, flirtatiously, “I’ll be waiting.” She purred, hanging up the phone.

 

Molly collected herself, readjusting her clothes before looking in the mirror with a pout. She didn’t have long to get ready for round 2, and this time she’d be getting the real thing. She smiled, contemplating a quick browse of her lingerie cabinet, fantasising about all the things she could do to James… and all the things James could do to her. Fuck. Biting her lip, Molly made her way to the bedroom. She was an absolute slut for James, and she loved every second of it.