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Sen picked up the wrench and knowledge of building and fixing flew into his head. He looked around at all the things he needed to fix in his house. The leaky faucets, gaming systems and other technological issues that he had previously ignored. He needed to fix something, anything right now. His right hand shrank, cracking down to a dainty size as his fingers lengthened, clear polish applying itself to his longer nails. A shiver passed through him as all of his body hair shed, leaving his skin smooth and soft, then it was time to work.

He started on the sink. Some of the pipes needed to be replaced as corrosion and rust took their tolls over the years. He shut the main water valve off and tried to twist off the connecting piece. His weak arms were making no progress, but with each push, they grew slimmer, slenderizing as a layer of womanly fat rounded them out before an even larger layer of muscle formed. His grunts masked the sound of his left hand cracking to match the right. One more push and CRACK. His shoulders had slammed inwards, rounding down his frame to that of an eighteen year old girl. He looked down to see the pipes were still attached. Rotating his shoulders to get them a little looser, he went back to the pipes ignoring how much closer his arms felt.

Each push made him groan with effort as he could finally feel some progress being made. Each grunt raised in pitch slightly until they were more like girly whines of effort. With one last push, the pipe disconnected on one side while his Adam’s Apple split in half, each half traveling down to push out his nipples slightly. Sen scratched an itch on his scalp before he wrapped the end of the wrench around the other end of the pipe. He had spent a good minute trying to pull it off when a strand of hair fell down. He swiped it away, but soon more strands of light red hair settled down, covering his vision. Sen was getting increasingly annoyed, swiping hair out of his vision every few seconds. Was his hair that long? Well, he couldn’t keep working like this. His eyes scanned the room for anything helpful he could use to pull back his hair, when his eyes settled on a green bandanna lying on the table.

Did he always have that? As he grabbed it, his red hair finished growing down to his waist, paling to a blonde color as it was pulled up behind the bandanna. Sen could feel a little tightness in his jaw. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, cracking his jaw as it became rounder. A few more pops sounded from his shifting face. His nose cracked down to a cute size while his eyes grew larger and slanted down. The orange irises slowly turned blue while his eyebrows thinned. His lips plumped up to a more kissable size. His features finished softening as he tied up the bandanna.

Oddly enough, it only took one more turn to remove the pipe. Wen laughed a little and went to look for a pipe replacement. In his basement were multiple broken gaming consoles and other random crap. There was also a robotic arm prototype and some books on alchemy, but he could never get the hang of it. Sure enough, in the corner was a collection of pipes. Wen grabbed one of the right size and brought up a toolbox that was lying around.

His arms felt colder, and as he looked down, his shirt was now sleeveless, the orange shoulder strips turning white as they migrated down the middle. His gray shirt darkened while the hem pulled up, revealing more of his stomach. There was a twinge of pain in his stomach as the small amount of fat sucked inwards, changing to muscle as a small six-pack formed on his feminine stomach. More and more pressure was being applied onto Wen’s stomach, finally releasing as his waist pulled in and his back snapped in, gaining a feminine arch. Win sighed happily and climbed up the stairs.

The cubby under the sink was a small space with little bits of rust and bugs on the bottom. Win tried to fit in comfortably, but he was just a little too tall. He cried out as his spine shrank down, his bone structure completely reshaped, hips popping out, legs shrinking then extending, he had lost about a foot of height. Win was suddenly more comfortable in the cubby. He swiped away some of the dried beetles and rust pellets to the side to install the pipe. A few moans leaked out of his mouth as fat pushed out his ass, making it expand to a sexy heart shape as his bony hips became round on the sides.

With the pipe fully installed, Win got up and turned on the faucet, glad to see there were no more leaks below. He went to turn it off, but a stream of water shot out from below the handle. “God dammit!” Win was now drenched, water dripping down his shirt through his morphing jeans and down to his socks. He could deal with a wet shirt, but the squelching sound of his socks was annoying and his feet felt uncomfortable. They shrank down five sizes, arching more as his toes popped down to polish off his dainty feet.

He was going to pull off his pants, but as they finished turning into a pair of tied off overalls, they weren’t as wet as they had been. It was a weird fit, too loose around his thighs and a bit too tight around his calves. He shook out his legs, pins and needles going through them as his thighs drained out the fat from his calves. When he finished jumping from foot to foot his calves were slim and curvy while his thighs were thick and sexy.

Win took out a screwdriver, some bolts, socket wrench, washers and file to clear out the gunk. He was making quick work of the broken faucet, but there was an irritation on his chest that was interrupting his workflow. He lightly tapped one of his nipples and cried out happily. He stopped working and pulled up his shirt. Both of his nipples were swollen and pink. He moaned as they jiggled lightly, displaced fat finally catching up to his chest. Win fell down as his nipples pushed out into a small set of c-cups. Each one was incredibly sensitive, sending pleasurable sensations that were both alien and oddly familiar to him. Winry finished gasping and pulled himself from the floor.

He felt embarrassed for a second. I mean, it’s not like she had just gotten these things! She would finish off the faucet and then check her list for what to do today. It was fairly simple, the washers were not working, the screws were stripped and the individual pieces were corroded. He twisted the pieces together, did a bit of tinkering and it was as good as new.

Winry looked at what he had left to do in his workshop. He saw the robotic arm Ed had left there after a fight with some guy named Scar. He punched him once for getting his automail destroyed so recklessly, then again because he never visited Resembool unless his automail was broken. He would get to the baka’s arm now, since he had nothing to do, but Winry was worried about him. It’s not like I like him or anything, but he does have a kind of, charm to him. Winry blushed as she remembered a dream she had a few nights ago. His cock twitched a little as Winry’s feelings rose to the surface. He looked around for a quick second, remembering Pinako was out on an errand and wouldn’t be back for a while.

He moaned happily as his left testicle was sucked into his body. It transmogrified into an ovary and sent a shock of estrogen through his body, immediately changing his prostate into a womb. Winry helped this equal exchange along as she pushed one dainty hand against his remaining jewel, crying out as it slurped its way up to his womb. Both hands were now wrapped around the last piece of maleness left as He pushed down. His cock slowly sunk down, each inch building in pleasure as he screamed in ecstasy. Finally, the tip was devoured by the growing slit as it inverted with a loud, wet POP! Winry slipped a finger into her new crevice and orgasmed for the first time as a woman.

She lay there panting on the floor, happy and embarrassed. She quickly took off her newly stained purple overalls and put on a beige pair, tied in the same fashion. Feeling flushed, she took a short nap before putting on her gloves and retying her bandanna. She brought out his automail and finished up recalibrating the neuroresponsers and tightening up a few loose screws and bolts around the locking mechanisms. She finished off the repairs with one last turn of the wrench before standing back to look at her baby. Nothing felt quite as good as a job well done. With nothing left to do, she looked off into the distance on the warm summer day it had become, and waited for Ed to come on over.

Description
Sen picked up the wrench and knowledge of building and fixing flew into his head. He looked around at all the things he needed to fix in his house. The leaky faucets, gaming systems and other technological issues that he had previously ignored. He needed to fix something, anything right now. His right hand shrank, cracking down to a dainty size as his fingers lengthened, clear polish applying itself to his longer nails. A shiver passed through him as all of his body hair shed, leaving his skin smooth and soft, then it was time to work.

He started on the sink. Some of the pipes needed to be replaced as corrosion and rust took their tolls over the years. He shut the main water valve off and tried to twist off the connecting piece. His weak arms were making no progress, but with each push, they grew slimmer, slenderizing as a layer of womanly fat rounded them out before an even larger layer of muscle formed. His grunts masked the sound of his left hand cracking to match the right. One more push and CRACK. His shoulders had slammed inwards, rounding down his frame to that of an eighteen year old girl. He looked down to see the pipes were still attached. Rotating his shoulders to get them a little looser, he went back to the pipes ignoring how much closer his arms felt.

Each push made him groan with effort as he could finally feel some progress being made. Each grunt raised in pitch slightly until they were more like girly whines of effort. With one last push, the pipe disconnected on one side while his Adam’s Apple split in half, each half traveling down to push out his nipples slightly. Sen scratched an itch on his scalp before he wrapped the end of the wrench around the other end of the pipe. He had spent a good minute trying to pull it off when a strand of hair fell down. He swiped it away, but soon more strands of light red hair settled down, covering his vision. Sen was getting increasingly annoyed, swiping hair out of his vision every few seconds. Was his hair that long? Well, he couldn’t keep working like this. His eyes scanned the room for anything helpful he could use to pull back his hair, when his eyes settled on a green bandanna lying on the table.

Did he always have that? As he grabbed it, his red hair finished growing down to his waist, paling to a blonde color as it was pulled up behind the bandanna. Sen could feel a little tightness in his jaw. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, cracking his jaw as it became rounder. A few more pops sounded from his shifting face. His nose cracked down to a cute size while his eyes grew larger and slanted down. The orange irises slowly turned blue while his eyebrows thinned. His lips plumped up to a more kissable size. His features finished softening as he tied up the bandanna.

Oddly enough, it only took one more turn to remove the pipe. Wen laughed a little and went to look for a pipe replacement. In his basement were multiple broken gaming consoles and other random crap. There was also a robotic arm prototype and some books on alchemy, but he could never get the hang of it. Sure enough, in the corner was a collection of pipes. Wen grabbed one of the right size and brought up a toolbox that was lying around.

His arms felt colder, and as he looked down, his shirt was now sleeveless, the orange shoulder strips turning white as they migrated down the middle. His gray shirt darkened while the hem pulled up, revealing more of his stomach. There was a twinge of pain in his stomach as the small amount of fat sucked inwards, changing to muscle as a small six-pack formed on his feminine stomach. More and more pressure was being applied onto Wen’s stomach, finally releasing as his waist pulled in and his back snapped in, gaining a feminine arch. Win sighed happily and climbed up the stairs.

The cubby under the sink was a small space with little bits of rust and bugs on the bottom. Win tried to fit in comfortably, but he was just a little too tall. He cried out as his spine shrank down, his bone structure completely reshaped, hips popping out, legs shrinking then extending, he had lost about a foot of height. Win was suddenly more comfortable in the cubby. He swiped away some of the dried beetles and rust pellets to the side to install the pipe. A few moans leaked out of his mouth as fat pushed out his ass, making it expand to a sexy heart shape as his bony hips became round on the sides.

With the pipe fully installed, Win got up and turned on the faucet, glad to see there were no more leaks below. He went to turn it off, but a stream of water shot out from below the handle. “God dammit!” Win was now drenched, water dripping down his shirt through his morphing jeans and down to his socks. He could deal with a wet shirt, but the squelching sound of his socks was annoying and his feet felt uncomfortable. They shrank down five sizes, arching more as his toes popped down to polish off his dainty feet.

He was going to pull off his pants, but as they finished turning into a pair of tied off overalls, they weren’t as wet as they had been. It was a weird fit, too loose around his thighs and a bit too tight around his calves. He shook out his legs, pins and needles going through them as his thighs drained out the fat from his calves. When he finished jumping from foot to foot his calves were slim and curvy while his thighs were thick and sexy.

Win took out a screwdriver, some bolts, socket wrench, washers and file to clear out the gunk. He was making quick work of the broken faucet, but there was an irritation on his chest that was interrupting his workflow. He lightly tapped one of his nipples and cried out happily. He stopped working and pulled up his shirt. Both of his nipples were swollen and pink. He moaned as they jiggled lightly, displaced fat finally catching up to his chest. Win fell down as his nipples pushed out into a small set of c-cups. Each one was incredibly sensitive, sending pleasurable sensations that were both alien and oddly familiar to him. Winry finished gasping and pulled himself from the floor.

He felt embarrassed for a second. I mean, it’s not like she had just gotten these things! She would finish off the faucet and then check her list for what to do today. It was fairly simple, the washers were not working, the screws were stripped and the individual pieces were corroded. He twisted the pieces together, did a bit of tinkering and it was as good as new.

Winry looked at what he had left to do in his workshop. He saw the robotic arm Ed had left there after a fight with some guy named Scar. He punched him once for getting his automail destroyed so recklessly, then again because he never visited Resembool unless his automail was broken. He would get to the baka’s arm now, since he had nothing to do, but Winry was worried about him. It’s not like I like him or anything, but he does have a kind of, charm to him. Winry blushed as she remembered a dream she had a few nights ago. His cock twitched a little as Winry’s feelings rose to the surface. He looked around for a quick second, remembering Pinako was out on an errand and wouldn’t be back for a while.

He moaned happily as his left testicle was sucked into his body. It transmogrified into an ovary and sent a shock of estrogen through his body, immediately changing his prostate into a womb. Winry helped this equal exchange along as she pushed one dainty hand against his remaining jewel, crying out as it slurped its way up to his womb. Both hands were now wrapped around the last piece of maleness left as He pushed down. His cock slowly sunk down, each inch building in pleasure as he screamed in ecstasy. Finally, the tip was devoured by the growing slit as it inverted with a loud, wet POP! Winry slipped a finger into her new crevice and orgasmed for the first time as a woman.

She lay there panting on the floor, happy and embarrassed. She quickly took off her newly stained purple overalls and put on a beige pair, tied in the same fashion. Feeling flushed, she took a short nap before putting on her gloves and retying her bandanna. She brought out his automail and finished up recalibrating the neuroresponsers and tightening up a few loose screws and bolts around the locking mechanisms. She finished off the repairs with one last turn of the wrench before standing back to look at her baby. Nothing felt quite as good as a job well done. With nothing left to do, she looked off into the distance on the warm summer day it had become, and waited for Ed to come on over.