Spindizzy's tales of transformation

  Theory and practice of magic: A beginners primer for novice practitioners of the arcane  Alex groaned feeling the weight of the of the heavy tome he held. Even the title was boring and this was supposed to be the the easy stuff, the equivalent of spell casting for dummies.  He tried once again to make some kind of sense of the dry dense writing. " In order to match the vibrational frequency of the target object it is vital to first align the second and fourth chakra in accordance with Bernolli's principle..." Alex slammed the book shut again, tears of frustration stinging the corners of his eyes and threatened to streak his pale cheeks with magically applied mascara. Why did he have to learn sorcery? He'd have been perfectly happy as an accountant or a mechanic but noo, his mother wouldn't allow that.  "Mundane professions might be fine for the lesser people," she'd told him in that haughty tone of hers "but you my boy have the blood of mighty...

I used to be so bad at buying presents. There's only so many key chains and novelty mugs you can give before people are sick of them. But then I found X-Change. Since then whenever there's a special occasion I take one of those pink pills then invite my friends over to give them a very special gift they are always happy to receive. Ben- A gift that keeps on giving Model:Katie Hunt 

 Frank let out a girlish squeal of horror at the sight of his own body sprawled on the floor. "Oh God, Kelly!" He cried falling to his knees besides the lifeless form "no, no, no, this wasn't supposed to happen. I just wanted a few hours. One last chance to walk in the sun. Not this!" Frank had lived a good life, he'd been ready to move on but instead Kelly had gone to heaven in his place and he was trapped in her body. He cursed the magical amulet that had made the temporary swap between them. Then he cursed the weak heart that had made the swap permanent. "Oh Kelly, I'm so sorry." He sighed grieving for the kind sweet woman who had brought so much joy to the family when she'd married his son, Jake... "Oh shit" Frank groaned as the awful realisation hit home. Not only was he stuck as a woman he was his own daughter in law! "What the hell am I going tell Jake?"

  Sorry cutie, I keep telling ya, I don't know a Keith. What, you think I'm Keith? Ha, now I heard it all. Do I look like a Keith? 'Cause I sure as heck don't feel like a Keith.  Oh, you cast a magic spell on me and now I think I've always been a call-girl name Kysha. Sure, that makes sense, for a crazy person! * sigh* Listen honey as long as you're paying I'm down to do whatever but if you want me play along with your kinky roleplay fantasy it's gonna cost ya extra. So, do ya wanna keep talkin' about this "Keith" guy or would you rather I suck that monster cock I see tenting your pants? * ziiip *  Heh, mmm, that's what I thought. * shlurp !*

  Professor VonNeudman had sculpted a body built purely for pleasure. A form designed to fulfil any fantasy the user could imagine and inspire them to new heights of lust. But building the perfect sexual playmate had proven to be the easy part. To be more than a simple doll, it needed the capacity to function independently. It needed a mind. Experiments with machine learning and AI had proven... inadequate. But while they were laid up with a severely sprained pelvis the prof was struck by a brilliant inspiration. Why struggle to create an artificial brain when there were billions of perfectly serviceable human brains just walking around serving no useful function. Scientifically it would be a simple matter. Of course, morally and legally it would be completely unacceptable but the professor had never let a little thing like ethics get in the way of a good idea before. So while they convalesced they began to draw up plans, plans that would soon change your life dramatically... ...

 I'm not sure turning me into a girl was strictly necessary for this. She could have just given me some pussy eating pointers without resorting to magic but as long as she's giving as good as she gets I'm not going to complain!

"Jimmy! Jimmy, it's me" Carl jabbered as soon as his flatmate picked up "I know  I don't sound like it but you've got to believe me, I'm Carl. That massues you recommended, she's changing me, molding my body like clay. I fell asleep on the table and when I woke up I already had tits! I know, I know I sound like a crazy person. God help me, I sound like a crazy woman!" "Ah! Fuck!" He groaned feeling his flesh shift and flow once again "She's changing my ass now. Jesus it feels huge." "Listen, I need you to come and get me out of here." Carl continued a rising note of panic in his soft soprano voice "I can't get off this damn table, it's like fucking voodoo or something. I can't make her stop and when I ask her to let me go she just smiles and says she needs to get me ready for my husband! Please, I don't know how much longer I've got, She wants me to wear a dress now and... oh god, no! Ple...

  Holy shit Doc when you said there could be side effects I thought you meant I might get a rash or a stomach ache not that I'd turn into a girl! You could have at least given me bigger boobies. How am I ever going so get a boyfriend with these itty bitty titties? What, what am I saying? I don't want a boyfriend! I sure as hell don't want bigger boobies. I mean tatas. No! I meant to say puppies... Oh God what's happening to my mind. It feels like there's another persons in there, growing stronger, can't fight her. Please, stop this, help me... help me ... Help me pay for some big sexy implants and I let you cum in all my slutty holes, teh-hee!

 In theory she shouldn't remember anything about who she was before he nanites reshaped her body and transformed her from a muscular jock into my dream girl.  The tiny machines should have scrubbed her brain clean but there's something about the way she sucks my cock, worshipping it, like it's the centre of her entire world.  It makes me wonder if deep inside there's still a part of her that knows. A part that recognises my magnificent cock as something she lost and makes her desperate to possess one again.  I know there's a part of me that hopes she is aware of what I did and the thought never fails to get me hard.

  Is it wrong that this doesn't really feel like a punishment at all?  When my boss said he'd make my life a living hell for screwing his wife I expected him to do something horrible to me. Turn me into his gym shorts or curse me with infected boils. The guy's a warlock after all, those guys have a reputation for creative punishments if you cross them.  Instead, all he did was turn me into his sweetly submissive latina house maid. Which, sure, as a straight guy sounds pretty bad but somehow it's... not. I mean, suddenly switch sex was a shock at first but it's not bad as such. I miss standing to pee and opening my own pickle jars but having a much wider range of wardrobe choices and getting my own boobs to play with probably made up for it. On the whole I'd say it balances out. Being a girl isn't better or worse, just different. As, for the latina part I'll admit loosing most of my ability to speak English was inconvenient but it's not like I leave t...

  Would I have still agreed to let you turn me into a slutty girl if I'd know the price would be am overwhelming addiction to cum? Oh, hell yes! If I'd know how good a face full of hot jizz felt I'd have let you do this years ago. The real question is how long are you going to be able to keep my satisfied all on your own? Maybe you should start pimping me out to your friends?  Hmmm, more yummy cock for me and a nice payout for you. I think I'd like that, wouldn't you?

 Oh Alex you're so funny. I  know you paid a lot of money to get me those pink pills to change me into a girl and to buy me all these lovely clothes but there was no way I was ever going to let a pathetic simp like you actually touch me.  Now, stop being such a silly and call me an Uber I don't want to be late for my date with Brad.

  Oh Ethan you've been so sweet since I changed. I don't know what I would have done those first few weeks without you.  You were always there for me when I needed you, never asking for anything in return.  Always the perfect gentleman, always careful not let me catch you looking. But a girl knows when a boy is looking at her even when she hasn't been a girl for very long.  I've been pretending not to notice because honestly, I didn't know how I felt about it, until today. Today I realised that it was time to stop pretending.  Time for me to stop pretending I'm not much happier like this.  Time for you to stop pretending I'm still one of the guys.  Time for us to stop pretending we don't both want this. 

   Working at Stepford labs was Dr Smiths dream job. He really felt like he was making a difference. Helping women live there best lives, and if that made their husbands and boyfriends happy as well then so much the better.  Of course that was before the accident. Since then Miss Smith has been finding all this science stuff a terrible bore. She can't wait for one of her rich handsome colleagues to make an honest woman out of her. She just knows she'll make a much better housewife than she ever did a scientist.

  I'd tried everything to lose weight, diets, exercise, all kinds of supplements and plans. Nothing ever really worked. Maybe I'd shift a few pounds at first but I always end up right back where I started in the end. So, I was understandably sceptical when a packet labelled "Nu-You No Effort Miracle Diet Formula" fell through my door . The packaging carried all sorts of wild promises about the product changing my life and helping me achieve my dream, the usual. What did catch my eye was the complete absence of any mention of price just a number to call to "to receive future offers" from the company. Well, sceptical or not I couldn't say no to a freebie and there was always the fait hope it might work. I took three of the little pink pills before bed as instructed half expecting to be calling poison control before morning. What I couldn't possibly expect was to wake up looking like this! To be fair I did lose weight, along with about eight inches in h...

"Oh god now my hair too?" Carl moaned through soft pillow like lips "Please, haven't you done enough. Just stop this, change me back I'm begging you." Carl's desperate plea fell on deaf ears as the invisible force continued to torment him.  The baggy sweatpants he'd been wearing transformed into a pair of black fishnets and his already too tight boxer morphed into a thong exposing his cartoonishly large ass.  The sudden appearances of a pair of four inch stripper heels on his feet forced him into an ungainly squat to avoid falling on his pretty face. Cursing he felt between his legs relieved to find the sadly diminished remnant of his once proud manhood still there. As pathetic as those last limp few inches might be they represented all the hope he had left. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking or perhaps it was woman's intuition either way he just knew that only once that last trace of his manhood was gone it would be all over for him.

  " Hello roomservice? This Mrs Goodbody in room 6969, could you be a darling and send up two new bellboys for me? I'm afraid the ones you sent earlier are quite worn out, poor things. Oh and if my husband should return from his golf trip ask him to wait in the bar, I'll come and collect him when I'm ready, marvelous." Mrs Helen Goodbody hung up the phone with a predatory smile. She had always had a healthy sexual appetite and a knack for getting her own way but since she found that wonderful new perfume it seemed no one could say no to her slightest whim.  She was having the most tremendous fun with it. It was just a shame her poor husband had been quite unable to keep up with her needs.  She honestly felt a little bad for him. Prehaps she should ask that pretty young receptionist to take care of him? No, she had a much better idea. She'd go down to the bar later and let him watch while that tall Italian waiter took her over the counter.  After all the whole ...

I honestly don't know what's the most fucked up  part of this whole fucked up situation.  It could be the part where I was so convinced my girlfriend was cheating on me I paid a fortune teller a thousand bucks to transport me into her body.  Or it could be  the part where that crazy voodoo shit actually worked and I ended up riding along inside her head while she went out "with the girls".  Or maybe it was when her date turned out to be my fucking best friend! I'd have kicked his ass there and then but of course I was just a passenger inside her body so I just had to sit there listening to his lame chat and feeling her pussy getting juiced up.  Obviously the part where they went back to his place to fuck like porn stars and I learned exactly what it feels like for a woman to be pounded until she literally passes out from sheer pleasure has to be a strong contender. Oh who am I kidding? The most fucked up part is clearly that; the next time she goes for a "g...

  Come on boys don't hold back. I know you promised your friend you'd resist my slutty charms until the spell ran its course. But be honest, do you really want me to turn back into that sad little nerd?  Heh, that's what I thought.  Now, give me those hot creamy loads and be I'll your whore forever.

 After a year confined to his small city apartment by the national lockdown Kevin was about ready to start climbing the walls.  "Fuck me!" he grumbled pacing back and forth between his sofa and the tv "I just wish I could get out of here. I'd give anything to be out in the middle of nowhere, just enjoying nature under the open sky." "Anything, you say?" a disembodied voice whispered in his ear "Heh, I can work with that..." Before Kevin could react to the invisible presence his footing shifted beneath him making him stagger backward his feet slipping over the rocky ground. Blinking against the sudden glare of brilliant sunshine he looked around  taking in a spectacular view. The walls of his apartment had vanished replaced by the open sky. A wooded valley stretched out below him the air was filled with the scent of pine trees  he the lazy drone of insects replaced the rumble of traffic that normally accompanied his day.  "I trust this pl...