New life

Finale requested by Lisamcd21 ^-^

<<So Bambi, do you like the body I’ve chosen for you for this weekend?>>

<<Yes Mr. Manson. I like it a lot.>>

<<Wonderful! It’s been a while since last time you’ve been a blonde. I think this is one of the best I picked so far. I can’t wait to try it out. But in the meantime, why don’t you sunbathe a bit? You look pretty pale. I think a bit of tan would suit that stunning body of yours.>>

<<Yes Mr. Manson.>>

<<I’ll be right back with some champagne. We’re going to have so much fun on this trip Bambi.>>

“God I hate when he calls me like that! And he knows it very well, so he doesn’t waste a chance to hammer it in whenever he can. He enjoys treating me like a dumb bimbo, and there’s nothing I can do besides enduring it. I regret so much the moment I picked that stupid name for myself! And there’s so much more I regret.

In the end he got me cornered. After that fatal night in which he first fucked me into submission in his limo, I had no choice but to become his obedient eye candy and follow him around everywhere. After all not only did he hold the only thing capable of giving me back my life, but he also had my wife. She was arrested that same night for having broken into Mr. Manson penthouse to search for the Medallion, and she would have ended up in prison if I didn’t do as he told me. In the end he paid her bail and didn’t press charges, but just because I agreed to become his trophy wife. I have not seen her ever since. I miss her so much.

From that day on he just kept me around, buying clothes for me left and right from fashion houses and workshops in order to transform me into the models who wore them. I’m progressively losing every sense of identity. How can someone who used to be a woman be so nonchalant about treating me like nothing more than a pretty face? I guess she just really enjoys having someone completely in his power. He even stopped changing back into a woman like he used to do at first every once in a while. I on the other hand have never been allowed to be a man. I can barely recall how it feels.

The worst part is that I have very little to lament. Sure, living like this is humiliating and all, but I can’t deny that I’m living a better life than I could have ever hoped for. All my life now is nothing but luxurious yachts, and fancy cars, and sumptuous apartments, and trips. I’m living the good life. And even though I had to give up my old life for it, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I don’t mind it at all. Even being his personal fuck-toy doesn’t bother me all that much. He always choses great bodies for him, always handsome, and muscular. And sex as a woman is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. Plus as long as I can transform through magic I don’t have to worry about ever losing my beauty, getting fat, or getting old. I can just spend the rest of my life in wealth and luxury. But can I really just passively accept it all? I mean, despite everything I’m still myself, right? The more time passes, the more I’m unsure about it.

He’s back with the champagne. He has already transformed. I see that he has chosen a brand new body this time, which means that he’s probably eager to try it out. Well, like always I can’t deny that he has picked a handsome hunk. He has taste for male bodies just as much as he has for female ones. I guess it’s going to be a very busy night. And I can already feel my body quiver with anticipation for it. I can never tell whether it is my body that reacts on its own, or if it is my mind that is playing tricks on me. All I know is that I can’t wait to find out what he’s packing down there.”

The date

Requested by Lisamcd21 and col998 :)

When the limo pulled over in front of Paul’s house, his heart sank. For the past hours he did nothing but keep thinking about the fatal moment when he would have had to get into that car. Its sinuous curves and its dark black color designed to evoke luxury and power were so unbearably intimidating. He wanted to run away from that situation, but he knew he had no choice. So he took a deep breath and got out of his modest house and headed down the walkway towards the car, his heels clicking on the concrete. Those shoes that just the previous night felt like needles piercing his delicate feet now felt much more comfortable. A cool breeze blew between his bare and smooth legs and his long hair coiffed into gorgeous waves. He put on the most confident expression he could master, and finally he stepped into the car.

Its lavish interior seemed kind of familiar to Paul. He had been inside that car the night prior after all, even though back then he was drunk. In front of him, Mr. Manson was sitting quietly with a smug look on his face. He hinted a smile that reeked of confidence. He knew he was the one in charge. He signaled the chauffeur to go, and soon they left the suburbs and headed towards the city. Mr. Manson poured some champagne inside two flutes and gave one to Paul. He would have liked to chug it right away and follow it with many more, so he would have not had to be fully aware of what was about to come, but he had learned his lesson, and this time he would have been completely clear headed.

He had no idea of the time, but he imagined that by that point his wife should have already reached Mr. Manson’s penthouse. Now he just had to keep him busy and distracted while she would have broken into the apartment and looked for the safe. And then? Would she have been able to force it and retrieve the Medallion of Zulo? It was a crazy and desperate plan, but it was the only option they had to get him back to normal. There was no way he was going to be stuck as a woman forever! And the possibility of becoming Mr. Manson’s eye candy was even more out of the question! He had to stay strong and try to entertain him as much and as best as he could, and just hope for the better. He had to believe that a solution was possible.

<<I’m glad you accepted my invitation Bambi. I mean, I know you had basically no choice, but still, I was surprised to hear again from you so soon. I imagined it would have taken you a lot more to resign yourself to your fate. I guess you are a reasonable woman after all, and that you have already realized the benefits that can come to you for obeying me.>>

Paul shivered with disgusts. That orrible man was so sleazy and arrogant.

<<You know, at first I considered doing things properly. Taking you out to dine in a luxurious restaurant and all that kind of stuff. But spending a whole day as the CEO of a company, ordering people left and right, really filled me with a sense of power. I know I can have you here and now if I want. So why don’t you just slip out of that fine dress and get more comfortable?>>

Paul gulped. Things were going a lot faster than he expected. He reluctantly complied, unzipping the dress his wife chose for him and remaining in just his white lingerie. Still he tried to maintain a look of confidence. He knew that in order for the plan to succeed he might have had to do… things he was not willing to do, but he hoped he could have avoided it. Confused and blurry memories of the previous night were still flashing in his mind, and he was glad that he couldn’t remember all that had happened. He didn’t even have the courage to confess to his wife what had actually happened, making her believe that he had been found out before he could retrieve the medallion. But the knowledge of what he had done and the mere thought of having to do such things again disgusted and unsettled him.

<<You are beautiful. It’s a shame that such a stunning beauty has to be at the mercy of such an old and disgusting man. But don’t worry, that can be easily fixed.>>
As he said so, Mr. Manson picked up a scarf that was laying beside him, and then he pulled out of his jacket… the medallion! Paul’s eyes opened wide and he gasped. The old man started to transform, becoming younger, taller, and much more fit, and after a few seconds in front of him was sitting a young and handsome man that Paul recognized as the new intern at the office.

<<I hope you like this body. I chose it just for you. Such a gorgeous woman should have a fitting partner. And when I saw that young man at the office, I just knew that he was the perfect candidate. I hope he doesn’t mind that I stole his scarf.>>
Paul was speechless. If he had the medallion that meant that their plan had already failed! Not only his wife was in danger, but she was risking all of that for nothing! He had to do something! Try to save her!

<<What’s the matter? You didn’t think I would have left such a powerful artifact unattended, did you? So, I think we can get this thing started now, don’t you agree?>>

The man unzipped his pants and took out and already hard cock. Just then Paul finally unfroze from his shock. He had to escape! He had to resist!

<<Don’t try to resist. You know I’m the one in charge here. There’s no use trying to fight back.>>

The man grabbed Paul by his narrow waist and pulled him towards him, and then he started to kiss his neck and grope his breasts. Paul quivered and felt completely powerless. The strange and alien sensations his body was sending him were overwhelming, and this time there was no alcohol making any of it more bearable. In a moment he found himself laying on his back, with his breasts exposed and his legs opened wide. He felt an unsettling feeling of dampness between his legs, and when the guy finally pulled his panties aside and slipped his throbbing cock inside of his wet pussy, he jolted, and a muffled moan of pleasure escaped his mouth. As the guy started to hump him harder and faster, with that shaft digging its way inside of him, he knew everything was lost. Waves of pleasure started to wash over his body and Paul threw his legs in the air and clung with his petite arms around the guy’s wide shoulders, grabbing his jacket with his dainty hands. He felt the humping getting even faster, and the guy’s cock started to twitch inside of him, and Paul thought of his wife. He had betrayed her. He was laying there getting fucked into submission while she was risking everything to get him back to normal. He didn’t have the strength nor the will to try to reach for the medallion and run away from there with it, or to try to find a way to warn her of the danger. He just laid there, waiting for the guy to come. And when he finally felt spurts of warm cum being shot inside of him, he realized that he had just lost everything and that his fate was sealed.

The next morning

Follow up to my previous caption origininally requested by Lisamcd21 :)

Paul woke up feeling groggy and confused. His head was pounding, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He had a terrible hangover, like nothing he had experienced in a long while. Slowly he started to become more and more aware of his surroundings. He was laying in a bed, in a room he didn’t recognize. It was lavishly decorated, and everywhere he looked he could see fancy and sumptuous furniture all around him. Even the bed he was laying in was nothing like what he was used to… so large, and with silk sheets. They felt so soft against his skin. Too soft in fact. It was almost like his very skin felt much different than what it used to.

Only then he became aware of his different body. To his dismay, as he looked down at himself, he was meet with the sight of two round and plump mounds of flesh hanging from his chest. Immediately all of his dazedness disappeared, and panic ensued. He reached for his breasts in disbelief, giving them a firm squeeze which immediately sent a jolt to the back of his head. They were definitely real! Real tits hanging from his chest! But how? How could that be? He was a man! He then noticed that they were encrusted with a strange white substance, and he could smell the familiar and yet so alien smell of cum. He then realized.

Memories of the previous day flashed in his mind. He remembered how he got in possession of the Medallion of Zulo, how being unaware of its powers he ended up accidentally turning himself into a hot brunette, how he lost the medallion which then came into possession of his boss Mr. Manson. He remembered how hard it was to make his wife believe what had happened, and how they came up with a plan to get the medallion back. And then the awkward preparation, how unsettling it was to slip into lacy lingerie and then into a revealing black dress, the make-up, the hair. How his wife trained him to seduce a man. How in order to master the courage to get all the way through with the plan he chugged one glass of champagne after the other at the party. And then everything became blurry.

Apparently he overestimated the ability of his new petite body to handle alcohol, and in just a few minutes he got tipsy and then drunk. While that definitely helped to boost his confidence and made him finally able to approach Mr. Manson, on the other hand it made him almost act out of control. All he could remember was that he was lead into Mr. Manson’s fancy car to take him to his penthouse, and that once there he immediately started to caress him, and grope him, and kiss him on his neck. He shivered to the thought of that slimy old man touching him. It was so unsettling. But then he remembered that he didn’t fight back at all. On the contrary, he went along with that, and even returned the kisses, and slowly but surely he started to feel aroused by that groping. In between all those confused memories he could clearly remember that he was taken to his room, and then they both got undressed, and then… Oh my god! He was covered in dried up cum! He gave him a boob-job! He took his thick throbbing cock in-between his tits and let him finish off all over his chest and face! He could almost still feel the salty taste of cum in his mouth and around his luscious lips. He felt like throwing up, and he could not believe that he had actually gone that far. Only then he turned to his left and noticed that asshole still asleep beside him. He shivered in disgust, and immediately decided that he had to get out of there as soon as possible.

He got out of the bed, trying his best to not wake him up. He picked up from the floor the black dress and the panties and pantyhose he wore the previous night. He then searched for the purse his wife lent him and for his phone. There were a dozen unanswered calls from his wife. She must have been so worried when he didn’t came back home that night. How could he explain to her what had happened? Then he realized that he still had to look for that damned medallion. That was the whole point of him getting inside that apartment. How could he have forgotten about it? He started frantically searching for it all around the apartment, opening every drawer and checking every corner of that huge penthouse, but it was nowhere to be found. Then a voice coming from behind him interrupted him.

<<Looking for something?>>

As Paul turned around he saw Mr. Manson looking at him with a malicious look on his face. He looked so intimidating.

<<L… Leonard! You’re awake! It… it’s nothing, I was just looking for…>>

<<I know exactly what you are looking for. You won’t find it. I have put it into my safe so no one could use it. The Medallion of Zulo will remain in my possession.>>

<<You… how do you…>>

<<Oh, I know everything about the medallion and its powers. That’s how I got in possession of this penthouse, and of all my new riches. And of my new body of course.>>

<<What do you mean?>>

<<Don’t you realize? I’m not Leonard Manson. Well, I wasn’t always him at least, but he’s definitely who I am going to be from now on until I can think of something else to do with the medallion. You see, just until yesterday my name was Catalina Marquez, I was a Dominican immigrant and Mr. Manson’s cleaning lady. When I came here to do my job yesterday I found him playing with the medallion. Neither he nor I were aware of its powers, but when we ended up accidentally turning into each other I immediately knew what to do. I stole his identity and immediately fired his ass, so he could not swap us back, and then I took over his life and his fortune. When last night at the party you approached me, I realized almost immediately that you were looking for the medallion. You see, the fear of losing my newfound wealth made me very cautious, and you were not discrete at all, constantly asking me to take you to my apartment, and slipping stuff about the medallion into the conversation. I considered warding you off right away, but I can’t deny that I got really curious about what it would have been like to have sex in this male body. So I took you here, and one thing lead to the other. And now here you are. Let me tell you Bambi, you were great last night. The things you did for me were amazing.>>

<<Oh my god!>>

<<At first I thought you were just someone looking for the medallion to exploit its powers, but my guess now is that you are someone who accidentally transformed himself like it happened to me, and that you are looking for a way to turn back. You used to be a man, didn’t you? You were so uneasy yesterday, almost like every single inch of your body felt alien to you. And you clearly had no idea of what to do when we finally got into the bedroom. I’m actually impressed that you got that far. I guess alcohol helped you turning off your inhibitions.>>

<<Well, if you already know all of this then please, give me the medallion and let me turn back to normal. I will give it back to you right away.>>

<<I’m afraid I can’t do that. I can’t risk losing what I obtained. No, I don’t care who you used to be, I will not turn you back.>>

<<You can’t leave me like this!>>

<<I can and I will. It is kind of amusing actually. I’m now more powerful and rich than I could have ever dreamed of, but over you I have even more power. You are at my mercy. And I will love to get the best out it. You see, yesterday I was so eager to cum all over your pretty face that I didn’t considered the fact that this body was probably too old to allow me a second round, so I missed out on the chance of pounding that sweet pussy of yours. That is something I would like to correct. Since you are now stuck as a gorgeous woman, you may as well consider the possibility of becoming my new eye candy. I have no idea who you used to be, but I bet I can now offer you a life of wealth beyond your wildest dreams. You will have to start a new life anyway now that you have a new body. Why don’t make the best out of it and become my trophy wife? As someone who just got a brand new body and switched gender like you, I bet we will find out that we have a lot in common to share.>>

<<No way! You’re sick! I will find a way to turn back!>>

<<Good luck with that. That’s the door. Go and enjoy your new body and life. If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.>>

Paul was both desperate and enraged. As he finally got into a taxi to get back home he started to reflect on his predicament. That man, or whoever he was, was clearly out of his mind to make him such an offer. There was no way he could have accepted it. He had a wife, a life, and most of all he had no intention of staying a woman. But what could he do? How could he get his hands on the medallion?

Debut

<<I really don’t want to do this.>>

<<Well too bad. You know we have no choice. Listen, I know this is going to be difficult for you, but I’m sure you can get through this. I mean, look at you! You are stunning! Believe me, he will fall at your feet in no time if you follow my instructions.>>

<<That’s the problem! I don’t want to seduce him! The mere thought disgusts me! What if he starts to get… handy? What if he tries to kiss me? How far will I have to go? I don’t want to have sex with him!>>

<<You won’t have to. Trust me. You don’t have to get that far. Just get to his apartment, maybe let him grope you a little bit, get him drunk and search for that damn medallion. Once you got it, you just get the fuck out of there and reach me back at home. We will turn you back into yourself in no time and you will never have to see him again as… that’s right we still have not thought of a name for you. How about Bambi?>>

<<Seriously? Bambi? Can’t you think of anything less… bimboish?>>

<<Well, it will help you get into the role. You don’t have to charm him with your intellect or your charisma. You have to be his one-night stand, not some wife material. Your body will be all you are going to need. So, Bambi, are you ready for your debut?>>

<<I’m really not.>>

<<Well, that will teach you not to play with magic medallions ever again. Now get there and show everyone what a stunning and desirable woman you are.>>

<<*Sigh* Fine.>>

<<Wait! Just a second.>>

<<What?>>

*adjusts her rack*

<<Goddamn they look good! You really are hot stuff!>>

<<Please don’t make this more awkward than it is.>>

<<Sorry babe. Go and kick asses!>>

Backfire

Requested by marilin Salazar :)

<<All right, I hope I am not forgetting anything. Thank you for helping me with the luggage Martin. With your dad not here I don’t know how I would have managed without you.>>

<<No problem Christine.>>

<<Martin! I told you already a thousand time! You don’t have to be so cold and formal with me. You can call me Christy like your dad does. Or even mom if you wish.>>

<<…I’ll keep that in mind.>>

<<…Well, I really should go now, or I risk losing my flight. Have fun while on summer camp. It’s a shame your dad will be alone here while I’m on a trip and you on vacation, but thankfully I will be back soon. He can manage for one week I think. Say hi to him from me when you see it.>>

<<I’ll do. Bye Christine.>>

<<*Sigh* Bye Martin.>>

Before getting on her taxi, Christine gave Martin a warm kiss on the cheek. Martin pulled back annoyed and scrubbed his cheek in a very childish way, and looked at the taxi heading off, finally taking that woman way from him. No matter what she did, she always managed to make him so angry! Hell, he was angry she made him angry! At least now she was going away, and if he did things the right way, she would have been gone for good. Now that he was alone in the house he could put his master plan in action, and get rid of that woman forever. How dared she asking him to call her mom?! She was not worthy of it, nor she was worthy of his dad! He hated her, and hated how she was slowly driving his father away from him. But things were about to change, and when she would have come back from her trip she would have found her partner not wanting to even talk to her.

He headed straight to his father’s room, and started rummaging through the drawer where Christine kept her things. He felt like such a creep looking at that collection of panties and bras, but for his plan to work he needed some of her clothes. He took out a bra. It was huge. Like, really huge. Christine sure was a very well-endowed woman. Her curves were just breathtaking, almost to the point of being excessive, and as awkward as it was he had to admit that he could not bring himself to take his eyes away from her bosom when he saw her. Just another reason to hate her even more. His mom was such a petite woman, the polar opposite of Christine, and he could not understand what got into his dad to decide to start dating a woman like her.

He placed the bra on the bed, and took out the Medallion from his pocket. He looked at it transfixed, and a shiver went down his spine. He knew that was the thing to do, but it was just so scary. The power that artifact held was just incredible, and if used the right way it would have made him get all he wanted. However he could not help but be unsettled by it. Messing with magic could be dangerous, and most of all the thought of what he was about to do was just too disturbing. But he had no choice. With the Medallion held tight in his hand he reached for the bra with his free hand. As soon as he touched it, he felt like something stung the back of his head, and his body started to tingle. The first thing he noticed were his hair starting to itch, and as he reached for them with his hand he felt them getting long in his hand, until they grew past his shoulders and turned a shade of blonde. He then realized that he was getting shorter, and felt his facial features staring to rearrange themselves into a different visage, and as he looked at his arms he saw them become slim and his body hair disappear. Suddenly his hips swayed outwards and his butt became large and soft, and just as abruptly two large breasts appeared on his chest, and as he yelped for the surprise he realized that his voice had changed as well into Christine’s high pitched and infuriating tone. Finally the tingling sensation went down to his groin, and he felt his dick shrink and disappear inside his crotch. The changes finally stopped, and he looked down at his transformed body, only to find his new huge bosom obstructing his view and going up and down with every upset breathe he was taking. He turned around towards the mirror, and jolted in surprise as he saw Christine right in front of him. It had worked. The Medallion of Zulo had worked its magic, and he had just transformed into a clone of Christine just like he had planned. He should have been thrilled, but he was simply way too unsettled by that sight to feel anything but a sense of confusion.

It took him a couple of seconds before he could snap out of that state of dazedness, and then he felt resolute once again, determined to make his plan work. He took out other clothes from the drawer, and started to get dressed in them, trying his best to not touch his new curves, which turned out to be a lot harder than he imagined, since they were so cumbersome and bulky that it was basically impossible for him to move without accidentally touching them. He struggled a lot with the bra, trying his best to clasp it behind his back, and when he finally managed to do so his newly acquired tits looked even perkier and awkward. It was unsettling enough to now have breasts, but to have such big puppies hanging form his chest was just way too much. Plus the bra felt very uncomfortable, and it itched so much he just wanted to take it off. He was at least glad that the panties he put on felt much better, and it was almost pleasant to not have anything between his legs getting in his way, and the feeling of a flat crotch although alien was pretty enticing. He decided to wear pants, since a skirt or a dress would have felt just too weird, but he soon regretted it, since he struggled to even put them on due to his wide hips. Finally he put on a blouse and slipped inside a pair of heels. They were very uncomfortable, and it hurt to even take a few steps, but Christine wore nothing but heels all the time, even at home, and if he wanted to put on a good act, he had to do his best to look and sound exactly like she would have.

The result he saw in the mirror was satisfying enough, and although he still was quite weirded out by his new reflection, he could not help but smirk maliciously, and even strike a cute pose. He was positive his plan would have worked. Now that he had turned into a copy of Christine, and that he had a whole week before the real one would have come home, he finally had the chance to put on end to her relationship with his dad. It would have been pretty unsettling to pretend to be Christine, and he had considered the possibility to turn into his dad and make him leave her. He even used the Medallion to turn into him and call the camping to cancel his staying there, but he figured out it would have been quite hard to make the plan work without risking to stumble into his real dad, and most importantly of all it would have been quite useless to pretend that he was leaving that woman if as soon as he would have found out that she was pissed at him he would have run back to her. He needed to really make him mad at her, so mad that he would not have accepted any explanation from the real Christine. He still did not quite know how, but he had time to figure out a way. The most important thing at the moment was to do his best to get used to his new body as soon as possible in order to put on a convincing act, which would have not been that easy.

It was just so awkward! He needed to clear his mind, and whenever he was upset, drinking his favorite energy drink would always help him calm down. Plus Christine hated those drinks, which meant that for the next few days he should not have been caught drinking one, so it was better to have one right away before his dad would have arrived home. He wobbled on his heels to the fridge, took out a can, and chugged it down avidly. The energy rush that immediately got to the back of his head immediately made him feel much better. However soon he started to feel strange. His head started to spin, and his legs felt weak, so much so that he had to hold on to the counter in order to not fall to the ground. However it was no use. He felt his mind float, and he fainted. Martin should have been more careful while planning. He had such a low opinion of Christine that he did not expect she would have found his recent behavior suspicious, and that she would have caught him using the Medallion, and figured out what he had in mind. Nor did he expect she would have come up with a way to get back at him and make him pay for his schemes.

Martin was woken up by his concerned dad. He felt dazed, and confused, and his limbs were still numb. His father helped him rise up, asking worried what had happened, but Martin did not remember. Everything felt just so weird. He could not even tell who he was, and his dad’s words were echoing in his head making him even more confused. <<Christy! Christy what happened!? Are you all right?!>>. Christy… he looked down at himself, seeing his huge breasts go up and down with every breathe, and then looked at that man, and suddenly something snapped in his head. “Of course! I’m Christine! I must have passed away for some reason…”. The couple tried to figure out what had happened for a while. Maybe she felt weak because of the hot weather, and Martin must have left earlier for summer camp, so nobody was there to help her. Well, by the time her partner got home she had already lost her flight, and it was better for her to avoid going on a trip if she felt that sick anyway. Christine was glad of that. She had been looking forward to that trip for a while by that point, but for some reason she kept feeling like she should have stayed there, like there was something she had to do, even though she could not quite put her fingers over it. She was sure it would have come back to her mind eventually. For now the important thing was that she had two whole weeks to spend alone with her partners before that pesky kid would have been back from summer camp. It would have been great.

The real Christine was sitting on the plane, and smirked to herself as she thought about what was going on back at home. The drug she had put in Martin’s energy drink was guaranteed to mess up with him mind, and she could not help but wonder what he would have ended up doing while impersonating her. It was risky to leave him alone with her partner as basically a clone of her, but it was just so much fun to imagine what would have happened while she was away. However things would have gone, it was going to be a nice lesson for that pest, and he would have learned to not mess with her.