Beth was really going to owe me for this. My older sister has always been reasonable but I couldn’t believe what she was asking me to do. She was unable to go a date she had been looking forward to all week because she had to finish a major project for work. The guy wouldn’t be able to go out again until the following weekend and Beth didn’t want to wait that long to sink her hooks into him.
Alex was overweight and always begged his girlfriend Jessica to give him a blowjob. Tired of this she decided to teach him a lesson. Giving off the impression she would finally do it, she instead ripped it off with magic and turned it into a dildo. Shocked by losing his manhood, Alex began to scream. Not being completely a monster she changed Alex into a skinny redhead. ” Alexis” she said, if you want to regain your manhood you must do a 1,000 push-ups and as you go down, you must go down on yourself. Do this by the end of the year and I’ll give you your manhood back. Here we see Alexis 3 months and 500 push-ups in. She’s determined to get her manhood back and if not she can definitely give you a great blowjob.
(Part 12, #Olivia)
It was Saturday morning when Bill called. “Dave, I need a big favor.” Bill is a professional photographer and my best friend. “I’ve got an important shoot today and my model is a no show. I was wondering if you would stand in for her? I’ll pay you the going rate.” Now asking a male buddy to stand in for a female model isn’t as weird as you would think. I don’t know where he gets them, but Bill has a source for Pink Pills. You know, the ones that change men into women. Also, the Blue ones that change them back into men. I don’t mind being a chick for a couple of hours to help out a buddy, I’ve done it a few times before, and besides, the extra money comes in handy. “Sure Bill, I’m free today. I’ll be right over.” When I walked into the studio, we were the only ones there. Bill said, “Thanks a lot Dave. Here’s the Pink Pill. You can change in the dressing room. Your costume is in there.” I went in and took the Pink Pill, the change started immediately, then I looked for the costume. “Hey Bill!” I yelled through the door. “There’s nothing in hear but a red thong.” I heard Bill stammer, “Err yeah, I guess I should have mentioned that. This shoot is a bit different. It’s for a men’s magazine. Are you OK with that?” I considered a moment then thought, What the hell. No one will recognize me anyway. I finished changing, put on the thong and went out. Bill nodded and said, “You look great. Let’s finish getting you ready and get started.” “what do you mean by finish getting me ready?” I asked. “Didn’t I tell you?” he answered taking rope out of a bag. It’s a fetish magazine and these are supposed to be bondage shots. I don’t know where Bill learned to tie rope, but he is very good. Soon my upper arms were bound together behind my back and my wrists were bound at my sides. My ankles were bound to my thighs and a knotted rope down my back had me sitting straight with my chest stuck out. The ropes were very soft but incredibly tight and surprisingly comfortable. A large red ball gag was shoved in my mouth and the strap buckled behind my head. Now I was immobile and mute. I was placed on a soft blue rug Bill had laid out in the center of the studio. He studied me and said one more item and we can get started. With that he drug a large mirror in and set it up in front of me and for the first time I saw myself. What I saw was a very pretty, beautiful in a girl next door sort of way, twentyish girl with long dark red hair and prominent, but not huge, breasts erotically on display in perfect bondage. I found this very disturbing on many levels. All though I had been a girl before, I had never really looked at myself while changed and never really thought of myself as a girl, beautiful or other wise. Now I couldn’t look away. Also, though Bill didn’t know it, I do have one secret fetish. Beautiful women in tight bondage really trip my trigger and what my male mind was seeing was really turning it on. In the back of my mind, I knew this was make believe and could hear Bill’s camera clicking away but my attention was totally focused on the vision before me. It was both surreal and erotic at the same time. I saw a puff of air blow a strand of her hair across her breast and felt it on mine. I saw her nipples get hard and felt mine become diamonds. I saw her wiggle in her bondage and felt my body strain against its ropes. I saw her eyes widen in excitement and felt my excitement rise also. I saw a shudder cause her breasts to jiggle and felt the same jiggle in my breasts. I saw her sway and move to the limits allowed by her ropes as I swayed and moved to he limits of mine. I saw her face and skin flush as I felt a rising heat in mine. I saw her hips rock back and forth as I felt the crotch rope dig maddingly into the crease between my legs. I felt a growing wetness and could smell the scent of an aroused woman in heat. NO! This has to stop! Legend says that a man who experiences extreme arousal while changed by the Pink Pill can become trapped. Unable or unwilling to change back even with the Blue Pill and still that damn camera click away. All I can do is make soft mewling sounds as drool leaks around my gag and falls on my breasts. Bill stops shooting and says, “That’s a wrap.” Finally! I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s only been two hours!? It seems like two days! Bill walks past me and says, “You money and the Blue Pill are on the counter. I want to get started editing these so go ahead and get changed and I’ll call you tomorrow.” With that he walks out the door. WAIT! The idiot forgot to un tie me! He’ll be in there for hours. Stop! Come back! I’ve got to change back now!.
Stan sat in his cubicle. His gray shirt blending into the bare walls of his work space. He toiled away only pausing to sigh every once in a while.
“Stan I’ll need those expense reports filed in triplicate by tonight, you mind staying in late to finish?” Stand did mind, but he couldn’t say no to his boss.
“Sure thing boss!” He said through transparently faked enthusiasm. His boss smiled and walked off, ready to leave for the day. His friend Jeff walked by the opening to his cubicle.
“See ya later for the game?” Asked Stan coyly.
“Yeah… Uh, rain check? I just realized I got a thing I gotta do. Family stuff, you know?” Jeff said, unconvincingly. He’d learned not to even try since Stan was such a pushover.
“Oh. Okay.” Stan sighed. Once he finished his work he stood up, flicked off his light and walked to the elevator through a dark office. While he stood, descending in the muzak infested chamber, a glint of reddish brown caught his eye. A shiny penny was face up on the floor. He bent over and picked it up muttering to himself “Oh! A lucky penny!”
As he departed the office building he noticed something he rarely has seen. The Wishing Fountain wasn’t on. It was still and lifeless for the night. He wandered over to it and gazed in seeing thousands of coins littering the bottom. All wishes of one sort or another. Stan gazed at his weak reflection in the gray light of dusk and noted his short messy brown hair, his spotty stubble, his weak jaw and weaker neck. The flab of his body, the sinking of his shoulders from years of abuse. He simply looked like a weak, submissive blob of nobody. Then the wish came to his mind. He tossed the penny in and said: “I wish I wasn’t so submissive.”
Just then, out of nowhere a flash came off the glittering penny as it hit the water. It shocked him and he raised a hand to cover his eyes. As he did he noticed that black latex was on his fingers, and now his hands. It was growing up his arms.
Startled, Stan fell back onto his ass which hurt remarkably less than expected. He reached down with his now gloved hand and realized his rump had fattened and rounded, growing both out and wider. He was further shocked by the level of detail he could glean due to his lack of pants. He looked down to see but his vision was obscured by two growing mounds of flesh encased in lacy cups of fabric.
“What is this?” He asked in a much more assertive person’s voice, he felt himself growing angry and finding a newfound agency to do something about it. He ran back to the fountain to look at himself again. As he drew to the edge of the water he was shocked to see his body as it was. His shirt had become a lacy brassiere supporting to proud breasts, his pants now a pair of thigh high leather boots with growing heels over mid thigh stockings and a matching pair of scandalous panties concealing a shrinking bulge. This last detail startled him further as he reached down to feel the last of his manhood wither away with a slurp. He now groped at an ever moistening vagina. He began to feel warmth radiating from it as blood made it swell and fluid pooled in his new panties. Suddenly the warmth was interrupted by a new development, his waist suddenly caved in restricting his breathing in a patent leather corset matching his, well her, boots. Stan then stared.
Before Stan was the reflection of a woman in fetish gear, a dominatrix, with his head. Suddenly as if commanded by thought, even that changed. His skin became smooth and hairless all over his body. Growing pale and even toned. His jaw sharpened and his neck strengthened. His face became silky soft and his cheekbones flared. Then his hair grew first just long and wild, but then it became cherry red, and then streaks of black sprouted from his bangs. Suddenly and without warning, his eyebrows vanished leaving his face looking alien and beautiful. This worry was soon abated by the sensation of a thousand needles forced into his brow and eyelids as black ink tattooed a permanent gothic eye shadow on to his eyes and his eyebrows were drawn thin and curvy, like his new body. With a start the last change occurred as a ring of metal pierced his lip and his transformation was complete.
“What happened?” The new girl asked in a voice unfamiliar. It was deep and feminine. Sultry yet with a telltale smoker’s rasp. She guided her latex hands down her new silhouette and shivered as they reached her thighs. She felt a sudden need. With that she got in her car and drove to the bar where her friends no doubt were. She had plans for Jeff. And as the thoughts grew in her mind of making him squeal for what he’s done a riding crop appeared in her passenger seat. She chuckled and drove on.
The invitation read:
Party at Mooreland Drive 56
No dress code
Bring booze and liqour
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*Ding Dong*
The door opened and the host greeted Carl welcome.
“Thanks. But where are all the others?”
The host, Mike, gave him a wry smile. “They´re inside but first I need you to enter this box and when the door slides shut I want you to push the purple crystal inside”. Carl took a peek inside the box that was standing in the hallway. “In with ya!”, he heard as he was given a friendly push in the back.
The door slided shut and Carl did as he was told and touched the crystal inside.
A blinding light filled the small cabin. The door slided open and Carl stumbled out of it.
Peter knew he was being chased by Danica. He heard stories all over town about men being changed into women by magic arrows. He thought he would be safe hiding in the bath-house, after all she only hit men in public places. As he dove under the water he felt something hit him. He could feel his face re-arranging as his hair grew longer and darker. He shrank from 6’3 to 5’3 and lost most of his muscle mass. He could feel his adam’s apple disappear as perky breasts sprung from his chest and penis pulled in to form a full vagina. His limbs became small and dainty. His changes finished as his ass tightened to a heart shape. We see Petra as she emerges from the water ready and willing to join the army. Will you join her?
You didn’t want to believe it, but she’d actually gone through with it. Selena had really done it. When she said she didn’t like the new haircut, you thought nothing of it. You where an icon after all, and icons have to take risks. When she started saying you looked like a lesbian, you ignored her. Maybe she was just trying to flirt. And when she finally gave you an ultimatum: make a change, or she would. You ignored her once again.
“Damn it! Again?” Luke groaned as he felt the throbbing pain in his head. The sight of a nice pair of breasts in the morning could make a man happy, but not Luke since these were his breasts. Luke was a shapeshifter but he couldn’t control his powers so he never used them. From time to time his powers could get out of control, turning him into a various diffirent forms. Luke had to stay focused all the time but it was really hard when he was drunk. Yesterday he went out drinking with his friends. He had a little bit to much and his powers got out of control again, transforming him into a hot woman. It happened few times before after he got wasted and everytime it was hard to change back. Once he had spend two months as a teenage girl before he managed to change back. It looked like Luke will have a lot of work if he wants to be a guy again.
He tried to focus but the flashbacks from the night were disturbing. Suddenly he realized that he just slept with his best friend. First he purposely let his power take over and changed into a girl to prove his friends he werent crazy. Then he started to seduce his friend Mike. It was just for fun and to tease him but later everything got out of control because of the alcohol and Luke ended up having sex with Mike. He felt a great shame for doing it. There was no time to waste, he had to change fast. This time however something was not right. No matter how hard he tried there wasnt even a slight change, it looked like his powers were gone. Later he discovered the horrible truth. It appears he got pregnant after the night with Mike. Now he was stuck for nine months until the baby is born and Luke knew it wont be an easy task.
“You are a cock sucking slut, you are a cock sucking slut.” These words echoed through Samuels broken mind, what remained of her will crumbling as the words became absolute truth. You couldn’t tell, but four hours ago the redhead with a mouth full of cock had been a 5’11” guy with shaggy blonde hair.