New Property
New Property
This one got a little darker than I usually go. Proceed with caution
So I was a few weeks behind on my rent, okay more than a few weeks, a month, maybe two? Anyway my landlord was pretty pissed but I swear I was going to pay I just needed a little more time. I tried to tell him he just needed to be patient but he wouldn’t listen.
“We have a contract” he insisted “pay up or deal with the consequences.”
After a few more weeks of dodging him in the halls and letting his letters pile up unread I received one last ultimatum, pay in full and move out or forfeit the apartment and it’s contents. I really should have left but I didn’t have anywhere else to go, besides I was confident I could talk him around just like I had in the past.
However the next morning I was woken up by the sound of voices in my front room. I stumbled out of my bedroom to find my landlord talking to a man in a sharp suit.
“… and of course fully furnished. Everything here included in the rental agreement.” he was saying the sweep of his hand including my TV and the leather sofa I still hadn’t finished paying for
“Hey wait a minute.” I objected “You can’t just give my stuff away!”
“Actually as of midnight everything in this apartment became my stuff.” he said smugly “including your deadbeat ass.”
“What are you talking about?” I protested “You can’t do that, I have rights…”
“How about the right to remain silent?” he sneers “Now sit down and shut up, grown ups are talking.”
At his command my mouth clicked shut and I found myself sitting quietly while my landlord and the man finished their discussion. After a few minutes of negotiation the two men signed some papers and shook hands while I could only watch screaming inside unable to move at all.
“A pleasure doing business with you.” my landlord said “I hope you enjoy your new apartment.”
He left and the suited man turned to me with a smirk.
“Damn, I bet you are wishing you had read that rental agreement a little more carefully.” He said “but I suppose you weren’t to know you were renting from a sorcerer.”
I glared up at him in mix of fear and confusion only for him to laugh in my face.
“Just in case you still didn’t get it I own your ass now you are just part of the fixtures and fittings. Now why don’t yourself useful and clean this pigsty up.”
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself but my body had other ideas. I found myself jerked to my feet like a puppet and moving around the apartment clearing away discarded pizza boxes and empty beer bottles. He just sat and watched tv and occasionally barking orders at me while I cleaned my apartment from top to bottom. It took hours and by the time I was done I was aching and filthy but the apartment looked like a show home.
“Not bad” he says grudgingly “get cleaned up then as a special reward you can sleep on the couch.”
I was furious but there was nothing I could do except obey.
The next day he made me cook him breakfast then bag up all my clothes and carry them out to the curb. When I asked what I was supposed to wear he presented me with a maid’s uniform and told me that’s all I would be wearing from now on. I tried to object but the same strange compulsion that had forced me to obey his other orders forced me to strip naked and pull on the drab grey uniform. It was much too small for me stretching tight across my broad chest and the hem rode up threatening to expose my bare ass every time I moved
“Don’t worry you’ll soon grow into it.” He laughed cryptically
Over the next few weeks my life fell into a routine. I worked all day cooking and cleaning and running errands the rest of my time being ignored, told to sit in a corner and be quiet until he needed me. It was clear I was less than a servant than a servant to him more a slave or even an appliance. He never bothered to ask my name or even tell me his instead I called him Sir and when he addressed me I was simply Slave.
As desperate as my situation was I still clung to a last shred of hope. Surely someone would miss me soon? My friends or family would would see through the fake status updates Sir made me post and come rescue me. Even that slim hope faded when the physical transformation started.
The first thing I noticed was my hair growing. I’d always kept it short so when I woke up one morning to find it brushing my shoulders I was more than a little alarmed. By the next day it flowed down to the small of my back like a silky black waterfall. The day after that my nipples were swollen and puffy and by mid afternoon I was sporting a pair of perky breasts and his crack about “growing into” my uniform was starting to make a lot more sense.
I learned to dread waking up each morning to find a new change and knowing that each alteration was another blow to any chance I may have had of regaining my normal life. Sir on the other hand was delighted with my new parts. He took to examining me every day. Running his hands over my changing body and complimenting me on anything he found particularly attractive.
I would cringe as he would tell me how nice my swelling ass looked or how feminine my smooth new legs looked smiling the whole time like I should be grateful to finally be worthy of his attention. And naturally he never passed up any chance to grope my burgeoning tits just to reinforce which of us was in control. I couldn’t even beg him to stop since he had long since grown tired of my tearful pleading and ordered me to never “whine” like that in his presence.
Still i clung to hope, telling myself that he could control my body but my mind was still free. I just had to stay strong and my chance would come. I could almost make myself believe it until the day he fucked me for the first time.
One day near the end of my transformation he walked into the kitchen while I scrubbed the floor pulled up the hem of my uniform exposing my newly minted pussy. He didn’t bother ordering me to stop so all I could do was continue scrubbing as pushed his cock into me from behind. I gasped as he penetrated me without a hint of care for my pleasure or comfort. I simply had to endure as he thrust away taking what he wanted and leaving me a sticky mess unable to even cover up until I had finished my chores.
That wasn’t the last time or even the worst, but it was the last time I hoped for anything as wildly impossible as respect or freedom. From that point I have wished for simpler things. I wish that he would use lube next time he fucks my ass or I wish he wouldn’t make me suck his friends cocks every time they visit. But mostly I wish that I would get my first period. I know it must seem like a weird thing for a former guy hope for but I’ve been full female for months now with no sign of my monthly visitor. I can only hope it’s because my internal anatomy hasn’t quite caught up with my outsides because the alternative is that I’m pregnant. So I hope I’m wrong and that my way stomach is swelling up is the result of touch much comfort eating but after all this time I don’t have much hope left.
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