The game got too far

Requested by marilin Salazar

Fred and George were in big trouble. Out in the streets, dressed in their revealing outfits and exposed to the cold and to the whistles and indecent proposals of every man that would cross their path, scared and overturned by the events, they were desperately looking for each other, but at the same time they were doing their best to also stay as hidden as possible. Not an easy feat, considering how the sight of two stunning women like they had become made any head turn and get everyone’s attention, especially dressed like that.

After endless minutes of panic they were both finally able to find a temporary haven in two different shady alleys. Still confused and scared beyond belief they both could not help but look down at their transformed bodies. Just an hour earlier their newly acquired curves, smooth legs, and flat crotches amazed and intrigued them, but now all they did was freak them out, and serve as a painful reminder that there was a concrete possibility that they would have been stuck like that for the rest of their lives.

How could they be so stupid, so hasty to change themselves in that way? After all they managed to spend months without abusing the powers of the medallion, using its shapeshifting abilities just to get some advantages every once in a while and never risking to be found out. But such amazing powers can be an irresistible temptation, and eventually curiosity just got the best of them. They experimented countless times with the powers of the magical artifacts, but neither of the two brothers ever brought himself to transform himself into a girl. Even though they were both really eager to find out how that would have felt, they both feared the judgment of the other. But that day they had the house all for themselves, and time was flying as they kept discussing about what they should have done with the medallion that day, until eventually they came to an agreement. They would have satisfied their curiosity, and they would have done so with a game.

They started simple, only changing into their favorite female peers from school so they could have checked out their bodies naked, but soon the game got more and more intense. Soon it turned almost into a competition where each contender would dare the other to progressively change into hotter and more indecent looking women. Each time they used the medallion they would give themselves bigger boobs, perkier asses, longer legs, and they would attire themselves into more and more enticing and scandalous outfits, until the two brothers transformed into two astounding gorgeous women dressed in nothing but sexy lingerie. They were both thrilled and overwhelmed by their transformation, and were ready to start exploring their new bodies, when suddenly they heard the front door open.

Both their hearts sunk as soon as they saw their mother staring at them shocked from the doorway, and they were both too scared to think straight about how to get out of their predicament. Clearly there was no way they could have made her believe that those two women, who looked just like cheap whores, standing almost naked in her living room were actually her children, but it was also true that there really was no credible excuse for why two women like those would be at her house during her absence. They did not have to come up with any explanation anyway, for after just a couple of seconds the mom’s shocked expression turned into one of rage, and before they could react she had already grabbed a baseball bat and started to swing it at the two brothers, who were barely able to avoid the hits, uneasy as they were on the stiletto heels they had at their feet. Frightened beyond any belief they desperately tried to grab the medallion and change back right then, but suddenly a swing of the bat hit it right in the middle, shattering it in dozen of pieces.

Their hearts skipped a beat as they saw the shards of the artifacts glow in an eerie light only to then remain inert on the floor, apparently stripped of all its powers. The same scary thoughts started to flood their overturned minds. What would have been of them? Were they stuck like that forever? They felt their legs get weak, and thought they could have fainted right there, but their mother was still there yelling at them to get out of her house, furious and convinced that those women were hookers that her husband had called while she was out of the house, and in the end they had no choice but to flee the place before she could call the cops or worse.

Thrown in the middle of the street dressed in nothing but lingerie, they obviously immediately got the attention of everyone who was around, and as they felt all those eyes staring at them their fear turned into utter panic and they ran away looking for a place where to hide. Unfortunately they ended up being separated during the run, and now they were both alone, left to contemplate what may very well end up being the bodies they would have had to live with for the rest of their lives. Both of them started to melt down in a desperate cry, and felt their world crumble upon them, but unfortunately for them their troubles were not quite over yet. It wasn’t wise from them to seek shelter in such a place, and the sight of two women dressed like that in a dark alley were likely to get the wrong kind of attention from the wrong kind of people. They will not have much time to fully take in what had happened to them yet, and soon will have to think fast about a way to get back together and find a safe place where to plan their next move, in the hope of maybe get their bodies back.

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.”

Getting low

Requested by Marilin Salazar :) 

I can't stay like this! I must find a way out of this! I know this is pretty much exactly what I was seeking, but I never intended this to possibly be the way I will spend the rest of my days! I fantasized for countless years about being used, and humiliated, and subdued, but now the thought that I may be stuck like this forever scares me beyond belief. And my master seems to be noticing my unease, and he is having none of it. I used to love the way he would grab me by my hair and push his cock deep in my mouth, but now I just want this to end as soon as possible! And he wants that too. Mistress is going to be home soon. We can't let her catch us like this. I must be a good girl and help my master get off as soon as possible and blow his load in my mouth. God, why does it have to be so arousing despite everything?!

And to think that I can blame nobody but myself for having ended up like this. Right now I could have been in my luxurious yacht somewhere in the Caribbean with some hot model by my side pleasing me, instead than on my knees blowing some rich kid off. I guess it is true that money can't buy happiness after all, and that the grass seems always greener on the other side, and all that kind of crap. For all my life I have known nothing but wealth, and all the people I have met were willing to do whatever I would order them just so they could eat from my hand and get some advantages from sticking by my side. I was rich and powerful, and I everything I wanted I would get. And yet, for some reason, that was not making me happy. I was sick of all the yes-men never contradicting me, and of all the beautiful women willing to throw away their dignity and fall on their knees for me. Contrary to most people, I did not want to be powerful. I started to actually wish I was the one being subdued.

I started to have fantasies, and then I started to make some of them come true. I developed a kink for bdsm, and started to hire sadistic mistresses to humiliate me and treat me like an animal or an object. Eventually I even started to wonder how it would have been like to play the role of the woman, and to be fucked and used as a sex-toy. However there was no way I could have lived out those kind of fantasies. I had a position to defend, and I could not let some whore just go around talking about my little fetishes and damage my reputation. That's why I decided to resort to extreme measures.

It costed me a fortune to make my scientists synthesize that drug, and it costed me even more to buy their silence about it. But in the end I got what I wanted. A drug that would have turned me into a young woman. With a new, sexy female body I could have left my life behind me for a while and live my dreams out. I set everything up so that people would have thought that I was traveling around the world on vacation for a few months, while in reality I created a new identity for myself in another country so that I could have made my dream come true. I was actually pretty undecided about what kind of profession would have best suited my secret fantasy. A secretary? A stripper? A prostitute? But soon I realized that there was only one right answer to that question. After all I had spent all my life surrounded by servants. It was only fitting that I would have become one myself. I became a maid.

I was so happy to find out that my new master was one of those perverts with a kink for maids in skimpy and revealing uniforms. When I first saw my new uniform my heart skipped a beat, and as soon as I felt the tight embrace of my new stockings, and felt the cool breeze blow under my short skirt, and realized how exposed I was, I just quivered with anticipation. I didn't even mind the high heels I had to wear, even though it was quite painful to tend to the house while wearing those. I was just so thrilled.

I have to admit that I wasn't wild about doing the chores. While I enjoyed the fantasy of being a servant, and basked for a while in the feeling of being treated like a lower class, to be honest I would have grown quite tired of it all pretty soon if it wasn't for my master. I could tell just by the way he was looking at me what he had in mind. He was a pervert, a cheater, and an asshole. Just what I was looking for. I started to act all bubbly and flirty around him, pretending I was some kind of bimbo who would have done just about everything for some benefit. I had met so much women like that during the course of my life that I was able to act the part pretty flawlessly. And soon he bit the bait.

From that day on my deepest and most secret fantasies became an every-day reality. I was his bitch, his toy. He would use my mouth as a fuck-hole every time we were alone in the house, and teased me in secret whenever his wife was around. But most importantly of all it was clear that he had no respect for me. For him I was nothing more than a whore, somebody to use however he wanted, with basically no dignity whatsoever. And I loved it! For the longest time I just basked in that feeling of humiliation, until eventually it was time to get back to my old life. Not gonna lie, I was a bit sad about the idea of turning back into myself, but at least I had enjoyed myself for quite some time, and I had scratched a couple of itches that had been bothering me for way too long. However something went wrong.

I have no idea what the fuck have happened, but for some reason when I took the antidote that should have turned me back into my male self it did not work. I can't even describe how unbelievably scared I was, and I had no idea what to do. It didn't take long before the news reported of a millionaire who had mysteriously disappeared during a trip abroad, and I even started to wonder whether or not I should have just told everybody who I actually was. But who would have believed me? I was screwed! I was stuck as a poor maid, and I had it coming! I have considered leaving this house and try to start anew, but I have never lived a day in my entire life without financial security. I don't know how I can manage in the world outside of this mansion. All I can do to keep having a secure life is to stick with my master, and let him keep using me however he pleases. For the first time in my life I am completely at the mercy of someone else, and this may very well end up being the way I will have to live for the rest of my life. Right now, I honestly almost can't believe I used to wish this kind of life for myself.

Revenge

“Fuck! This is great! I wondered how this would actually feel like, but I didn’t expect it to be this good. Getting my revenge is turning out to be even more fun than I imagined it would have been.

Oh yes, Lisa is going to get what she deserves. Once these guys are done with me I’ll post the video online and ruin her reputation forever. That snobby and haughty bitch will become the sluttiest girl in the school in no time. Maybe she will never recover from this. I’m going to fuck up her life for good. That’s what you get for making me the target of your mean jokes and the laughing stock of the class!

Let’s see… the sleeping pills I took before casting the body swap spell should last another couple of hours. She will not be able to go around in my body and fuck up my life for a while. I have all the time I want to keep having fun with these guys. Who says I can’t enjoy this while I’m at it? The thought that while experiencing sex as a girl I’m also getting revenge on that bitch just makes this all the more enjoyable.

Maybe I’ll let them cum inside me. Well, inside her actually. Who knows, maybe she will catch something. She might even end up pregnant. That would be awesome! This is going to be the greatest payback anyone has ever had. Magic is awesome! And sex is even better!”

Unfortunately Doug would soon learn that magic is not something to take lightly, and should be handled with care. If he had checked carefully the rules of the body swap spell he casted, he would have known that letting those guys cum inside of him was the worst thing he could do, since the exchange of body fluids would have made the swap permanent. The next day he would have regretted having taken his revenge that far, since he would have found himself not only stuck in his rival’s body, but also stuck with the reputation he had created for her.

He will not find out of his inability to swap back before a couple of hours though. The times for regret will come soon, but for now let’s watch him enjoy himself in his new body a little bit more. He will have plenty of time to get used to it, and if he ever decides in the future to embrace the reputation he ended up creating for himself he will have many opportunities for experiencing that pleasure again.

Belle

A very fun Anonymous request :)

I… I must resist! The urge is so strong, and it is driving me insane, but I must keep myself from taking another one of those pills. I have no way to be sure of it, but I feel like if I give in one more time and pop another TG Pill, it is going to be the end of me. There is going to be no way back for me, I’m going to be stuck as a girl. No, even worse than that, I will no longer exist. My male mind will fade away and disappear forever, and all that will be left is just her. Just Belle. Belle, the girl who is ruining my life, tormenting me and keeping myself from even thinking straight. The girl that just won’t stop screaming in my mind that she wants to get out. The girl I become every take I transform. I can’t let her out once again, I know that it is too dangerous! But it is so fucking hard to resist!

Look at how many pics she has sent me. This time around she really outdid herself. She really wants to be sure that I won’t be able to hold back and let her take control, and therefore she’s really hammering in how much fun she has when she’s the one in charge. How much fun we have. Here is her taking a cock balls-deep in her mouth. Does she even have any gag reflex whatsoever? And here she is with a hot load plastered all over her cute face. The caption just says “Cum tastes yummy!”. Holy fuck it really does! I know I should not have any recollection of the time I spend as a girl, but the longer I stare at these pics the more I’d swear I can recall the taste of cum over my tongue, and its smell filling my nostrils, and how sticky and warm it felt to the touch. Oh god! This is her getting fucked from behind doggystyle. Look at her face. That expression is one of pure bliss. It must feel amazing to be fucked like that.

“You want this”. Damn right I want it! I wouldn’t have agreed to take the Pill that first damned time if I didn’t secretly wish to find out how being a girl feels like! Nor would I have kept popping one after the other, day after day, just so I could experience that rapture again. And all of this despite the fact that I have discovered almost immediately that when I take the pills I turn into a completely different person. That a girl that goes by the name of Belle Knox takes control of my transformed body and does unspeakable things. That every time I transform the effects seem to last a little bit longer, and I end up spending less and less time as myself. If I don’t put an end to this immediately the consequences may be serious. I may never turn back into a guy again, and stay a girl for the rest of my life. And not just a girl, but Belle, the dirty cumslut who has been ruining my life. I can’t allow it to happen! I can’t let her take control!

But it’s so hard to resist. She has been tormenting me for so long now with all the pics she has taken of her actions. It is humiliating, disgusting even, and yet so unbearably enticing and arousing. The longer I stare at that petite beauty lost in the pleasure being mercilessly fucked by those hunks, the more I realize that I long to be in her place, that I want to become her once again. Just one more time. I… I don’t think I will be able to hold back for much longer. Despite all my efforts I have not been able to get rid of the pills as I promised myself countless times in the past, nor to delete these pics I keep obsessing over. Maybe I’m getting scared for nothing, and in actuality there’s no way the transformation can become permanent. What proof do I have that I am disappearing after all? None! It may all just be a completely irrational fear! And even if I am right and the next pill is going to be the last, would that really be that bad of a thing? Who says that Belle is not just a product of my imagination, or a part of me that has always existed, buried deep inside of my mind and soul? Maybe I should just stop considering her as a stranger and an enemy, and simply accept her as a fundamental part of who I am. And why would I want to prevent her from taking control? She seems so happy in those pics after all. I want to be that happy. I want to be her! That’s it, just one more pill. After this I promise I will get my life back on tracks somehow. I just want one last night of bliss and give myself over to the pleasure. And if it is really going to be the end of me, well, I will gladly embrace it as long as I will be allowed to live out my most desperate fantasies.

The experiment

An Anonymous request :) Hope you'll like it

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07/02/2020. Test number 1.

Test subject is Natasha White, age 32. My neighbor. Healthy and… female. The chip was implanted into the subject’s brain while asleep. Just as planned the sleeping pills worked perfectly, and she didn’t realize anything. It has already been a week since then, and she doesn’t seem to have noticed anything wrong still. By now her body should have been properly mapped out. The nano bots have invaded all of the subject’s blood stream. Her nervous system should be under complete control. Now, if everything goes according to plan, as soon as I will put on the helmet I will be able to connect with the chip, and in turn I will be in full control of her body. All right… here goes nothing!

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08/02/2020. Test number 1. Continue from last recording.

I’m currently recording from the subject’s phone. I did not consider how I would have been able to record after the swap. Therefore I’m going to record a video and then put it on a hard-drive and bring it to my laboratory.

So… the experiment seems to have worked. It worked perfectly actually. It was like I had simply woken up from a deep sleep. I felt groggy, and my head kind of ached, possibly due to the chip, or to the nano bots… or maybe Natasha just got hammered last night.

This body feels… different, to say the least. I seem to have complete control over it thanks to the bots. I have performed some basic medical tests on her, and she seems perfectly in health. No trace of any side effect. But I keep feeling weird. My skin feels strangely sensitive, much more than usual in fact, and these… weights are quite cumbersome. They keep getting in the way, and I feel very uneasy. On second thought it was probably a bad idea to choose a female as a first subject. It’s hard to tell which of this strange feelings are due to my different body and which are due to the possession procedure.

But since I’m here, I’m going to continue experimenting. This is an historical moment in the history of science! Not only my machine worked, but now I have the unique opportunity to explore a female body! So here’s what’s going to happen. I’ve searched through the subject’s belonging, and… I’ve found a vibrator. Now I’m going to start… using it, and I’m going to record my experience, as well as my thoughts. So… yeah, here we go.

*bzzzzzz*

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10/02/2020. Test number 1. Continue from last recording.

So… things have taken a turn for the worst. Since last recording I have kept exploring my new body for a while, and trying to record everything that seemed important. However, when I finally was happy with my first day of experimentation, when it came the time to go back to my body… I realized that I didn’t know how to do it. Not knowing what to do and being afraid I could have ended up doing some damage, I went back to my laboratory, where I found my unconscious body where I left it. It was so strange to look at myself from outside. However I still had no idea how to revert the process. I considered shutting down the machine, but I was just too scared to try something so rushed. The best idea I came up with was… to forcefully remove the chip form Natasha’s head.

That turned out to be a mistake. As I did so I realized that I was still trapped in her body, while mine was like in a sort of coma. I removed the helmet from its head, but it still laid there unconscious. I didn’t know what to do. All I could come up with was to take away from the lab as much equipment as I could and take it to Natasha’s house. Then I called an ambulance so they could take care of my comatose body.

Now it is in a hospital, and it seems like I’m going to be stuck like this. I have reconstructed my lab here, and I’m currently trying to figure out what went wrong, and whether or not there’s a way for me to go back. But for the time being, it looks like I’m going to be Natasha White from now on. I hope I can get a grip of myself soon. This body is just… constantly so horny! I can’t seem to focus on anything! I… I’ll just get my vibrator out one more time. Then I swear I’m going to start working on a solution. This is gonna be hard, but at least I can try to make it a little easier to endure.