Spindizzy's tales of transformation

After winning the big game the team weren't too surprised to find a willing blonde waiting for them in the locker rooms. It was always Coach's style to reward the team when they did well. This was a step up from pizza and beer but not totally out of charecter for the old man.  They did think it was odd he wasn't there to celebrate with them but when they asked her the girl just smiled and told them not to worry, Coach would be getting his reward soon enough. Everyone agreed that even without their mentor there to join the fun it was the best post game celibration ever. They invited the girl to come back soon and if any of them noticed the empty bottle of Elixir laying by Coach's locker them had the good sense not to mention it.

 Despite what all the doctors said Toby's still insisted that the gender flu was just temporary.  He'd be back to his old self in no time.  No need to spend good money on new women's clothes when he could just borrow his sister's for now.  Unfortunately clothes fitted for his sister's slim frame were soon struggling to contain the womanly curves he'd developed in just a few days.  Temporary or not, his mother declared, if he continued to change like this he'd be marching his shapely new behind down to the store to buy more appropriate attire starting with some decent panties!

  Kenny thought he was being clever hijacking Clara's body while she dozed by the pool. He assumed she'd never miss an hour a day while he took the opportunity to strip off her bikini and enjoy an unobstructed view of his neighbour's curvaceous form. Unfortunately for Kenny she'd noticed her sudden loss of her tan lines and the unexplained blackouts. Putting two and two together she'd hatched a plan to make Kenny pay for not respecting her boundaries. Being careful not to tip the perverted body hopper off Clara had made arrangements with an exclusive and highly specialised escort service.  Her fantasy, she'd explained to the studiously non-judgmental woman from the agency, was to be taken against her will. She wanted at least two strong, powerfully built, and monstrously well endowed men to catch her unawares by her own pool and "force" her to act out a laundry list of the most sorid and degrading sex acts she could think up.  She emphasised that that

  Richard peered suspiciously into the depths of his coffee.  It was so out character for his roommate's to make him a drink he had to wonder if he was being pranked.  But no it tasted fine, better than fine. In fact Rachel felt wonderful and she knew exactly how to thank her amazing boyfriend!

 "Holy shit my ass is huge!" Alan gasped peeling his suddenly much too tight jeans down "And is that a thong?" "Of course it's a thong," the mischievous pixie giggled "you don't don't want VPL do you?" Alan bit back his angry retort. Since the miniature flying woman had followed him home a few days ago he'd learned to hard way that yelling at here didn't help. She seemed fixated on the idea of "helping" him.  Dispite his objections, protests and outright pleading his body had grown steadily more feminine thanks to her magic. He even had a small but noticeable pair of breasts now thanks to an off handed remark about the fit of his shirt.  "I don't want to wear panties at all," Alan insisted  fighting to keep his voice level "I'm a man damn it!" "Ooh sweetie you might want to check again on that," the pixie teased, colourful wings quivering with amusement "You're looking

 "Oh no, now I have boobs?" Mike whimpered tears brimming I his eyes. "You, you evil bitch! I already said I was sorry, what else do you want from me?" "Heh, it's evil WITCH actually" the woman laughed "and you can keep your apology. I'm not teaching you a lesson or making a point I just think it's funny to turn meatheads like you into girls. Now stop whining or I'll give something to whine about like a pair of J-cup tits. I'm sure your friends on the football team would love to see those."

  "You, you fiend!" Sir Rodger blustered, the transformed knight's voice shrill with outrage "I'll defeat you yet blackguard. Don't think this weak womanly body will stop me!" Garvin the Black stroked his neatly trimmed beard. Hiding a smile while his dark eyes sparkled with barely contained amusement. "Oh please" the warlock dismissed Sir Rodger's protest not quite managing to keep the laughter from his smooth baritone "this is the third time in as many weeks you've invaded my tower and it always goes the same way. You charge in here full of righteous fury and blunder straight into the kind of obvious trap that wouldn't normally fool a first year squire. Rather than take the hint you plough stubbornly onward and inevitably end up here. On your knees before me, stripped of your armour and weapons. Robbed of your strength, your skill, of your very manhood and completely at my mercy. You're lucky I'm not the type to take

 Billy tricked me into entering his virtual Wild West with the promise that we'd be Black hats, fighting and whoring across the endless plains.  I should have known better than to trust the guy who's girl I was screwing because he stuck me in a saloon girl and laughed when I demanded my body back. Just rode off into the sunset leaving me to fend for myself.  I've been on my own since then in a world that sees me as a prize or a toy. I had to learn pretty fast how to take care of myself and when I finally catch up with Billy he's going to learn just how wild this west can get.

 Getting turned into a petite brunette and then used as a helpless fucktoy by the nerdy kid I used to bully has really made me think.  I was a real shit back in the day and if I could do it all again knowing that this would be my punishment I... Wouldn't change a damn thing! 

 When you first aquire the power to bend others to your will in body and mind there's often a temptation to immediately rush out and transform everyone that's ever crossed you right away. But exercising a little restraint at first can really pay off in the long run.   I suggest finding a willing, or at least compliment, subject to start with.   Focus on them, take the time to mold them into your most loyal servant. One that will be happily to  show your new girls their proper place leaving you free to fully enjoy the rewards of your new harem. 

 I took X-Change because everyone said sex as a woman was so incredible. Well so far having a hairy sweating man bounce on top of me and paw at my tits isn't exactly rocking my world.  I guess guys just aren't my thing no matter what body I'm in.  Next time I'll find a nice helpful lesbian to show me what all the fuss is about. Jeff~ Not Feeling It Yet

 Chet never believed in FAP-19. To him it was just another government lie.  Even after his breasts grew and a pussy formed between his legs he still doubted.  Eventual the CDC came for her and she really couldn't believe she was going to be quarantined without a single man to fuck!

 So let me get this straight.  You transformed the three of us into your fantasy girls and now you expect us to what?  Perform for you?  To pleasure you?   Compete with each other so prove which is the biggest slut?  All just so one of can win their manhood back while the other two join your "harem"? Yeah, that's not going to happen.  None of us are particularly happy about being stuck as chicks but spending the rest of our lives dealing with catcalls and periods has got to be better than spend another five minutes with a pathetic loser like you.

  "What the fuck!" Alan squealed in shock and confusion grabbing at his swelling chest "Tits? Why the fuck do I have tits?" "I did try and warn you" his friend Rosa sighed "A witch owns this island, you didn't really think you could sneak out here without consequences did you?" 

 "Very impressive Dr Simmons" the woman said in the manly voice of the company's head of R&D "Amazing progress with your portable swapper. I'm sure you'll fix the voice problems soon but before you go back to the lab could you step into my office? It seems that being in my secretary's body is making me eager to take a little DICK-tation!"

  Oh, oh fuck! What the hell happened to me?  I just woke up in my step-daughter's body. I feel like a creep, a pervert violating her body with my mere presence but I'm so fucking horny!  I don't want to but I can't stop touching myself.  Can't.  Stop.  Cumming!  Oh god, I can't fight it any more. I'm probably going to hell for this.  I swear I'll find a way to get out of this body but first I need to get properly fucked!

 I love walking my pet by the lake, it's such a lovely spot and we meet the friendliest people.  Of course Ginger wasn't always so well behaved. Always trying to run off and making such a fuss about being petted. She was almost as badly behaved when I first transformed her as she'd been when she was still my cheating boyfriend.   I still can't trust her off lead but after a lot of hardwork and training she has at least learned the proper way to great any men we meet

 "Isn't this great." The girl with my best friend's eyes babbled excitedly "I was trying on  some of  my sister's clothes because, um, never mind why, that's not important right now..." She blushed a rather pretty shade of pink before recovering and plunging on with her story.  "Anyway, as soon as I pulled on this collar thingie poof ! I turned into this real cute girl. Like omg, look at me I'm gorgeous now right?" She giggled, not a laugh or a chuckle but a true giggle, full of more genuine joy than I'd heard in a long time, "Not to sound too  vain or anything." She paused looking down admiringly at her own, admittedly impressive, cleavage. Well, they always did appreciate a nice rack. It was reassauring to see that turning into a girl hadn't changed everything about them. "Anyway," she continued "I was thinking, you know how bummed you were that you didn't have date for your brother's wedding?&

 I've heard guys joke about wishing they could suck their own dicks and I've always had this theory that they are at least half serious. So, when I found this swapping spell I thought I'd put theory to the test by swapping bodies with my boyfriend. Turns out I was totally right. He went straight for it, didn't even ask me to reciprocate. Just latched right on and started deep throating like a pro.  So that's one question settled but there's still one more thing I'm curious about. A question I want to ask him and I'm really hoping the answer's yes because if fucking pussy is even half as good as getting head then I'm never switching us back!

Wow, this skin suit is incredible.  I can't believe my 230 pound ass even fits in here, its like magic. When the add said one size fits all I worried that I'd end up looking like an over stuffed sausage instead of, well, a total hottie.  I don't think anyone else could even tell I'm not a real girl and I feel amazing. The suit's skin feels like my skin, except my skin was never so soft or smooth and as for the pussy, wow, it's like a whole new world down there.  Even better it's all fully functional. According to the manual I can even get pregnant. So what do you say, want to help me test it out?

 Oh, damn will you look at those hips. Mrs Johnson has got it all going on doesn't she?  I mean I knew my English teacher was pretty but I had no idea she had such a killer bod under those baggy sweaters and frumpy dresses she wears.  If I'd know what a babe she is I'd wouldn't have waited until the last week of term to possess her!