Spindizzy's tales of transformation

Request for @ZachFutureSomething via twitter A plain-jane with a vain, narcissistic alter ego that she resents finds herself slowly changing into her without the need of any potion or elixir. She tries to fight it off while the alter ego slowly corrupts her mind. "Hmm, I wonder how I'd look as a blonde?" Claire mused plucking at her drab chestnut hair " What? No, I love being a brunette! Get out of my head you bitch! " Claire struggled to regain her composure as mocking laughter rang in the silence of her mind. There was no doubt it her other self was getting stronger. She had to stay strong, hold onto herself, or that vain preening bitch would takeover again like she had a few weeks ago. That time she'd shaved her pussy and spent half a week's pay on makeup before she'd been able to wrest back control who knew what that little skank would do next time? Something involving expensive lingerie no doubt, a tiny scrap of black lace that barely covered my

 "Okay I can do this," I told myself climbing unsteadily to my feet in the black heels "Women do this every day, how hard can it be?" Since my sister turned me into a girl I've tried everything to make her change me back. I've begged, pleaded and threatened but she flat refuses to make me a man again until I've " Walked a mile in her shoes."  So here I am learning a whole new skill set I never imagined I'd need. So far we've covered "personal care",   I've been forced to shave wax or tweeze every inch of this ridiculously hot body. Learned to put on makeup and style my hair  I've also had to put up with a long and very gross lecture on feminine hygiene I hope I never have to put into practice.  Now we're moving on to "deportment". Lesson one, walking in her favourite pair of stripper heels. Releasing the chair I took one faltering step, two, trying to compensate for the awkward sway of my hips and the unf

 I'll admit this isn't my first time trying on my sister's panties but it is the first time they've turned me into her! Safe to say I've got questions. Like, how did this happen? How long will it last? And most importantly, will a female orgasm feel as good as I always imagined?

I'm what you might call a troubleshooter Mr Trent. People come to me with problems and I make those problems... disappear .  Maybe you've got a stalker ex-girlfriend? Or you might have a rival for that big promotion at work. Sure, you could get the job on merit but why take the chance?   I'll get it done, no mess, no fuss and there isn't anyone I can't get to. Not even nosy prosecutors like you, Mr Trent.  All I have to do is wave my hand like this , and you'll forget all about investigating the Corleone family's business.  Now you're Trixi the bimbo stripper you're much more interested in showing me what a good slut you can be than any of that boring legal stuff, right?

 Ha you dumbass did you really think turning me into a girl would make me stop bullying you? All you've done is give me so many more options for making your life miserable. 

 Oops, sorry buddy we went ahead and took all the Elixir without you.  I guess you can hang out and watch us having fun with our sexy new bodies as long as you buy us each another dose.

 Oh shit, this is really happening.  It's not a game or a fantasy anymore. After all these years of searching I finally found someone with real power, the power to make my impossible dream a reality, at a price. He made me into a woman, his woman but now he expects me to play my part to the fullest. As soon as his cock passes my lips the spell will be sealed and I'll be nothing but his  hot bimbo wife forever. I'll never have another thought in my head beyond pleasing him.  Taking his cock however he chooses.  Looking after his home.  Having his kids... Mmm, why would I ever say no to that?

 It's been hours since the warlock finished having his fun with me and left without a word but the enchantment he cast is still in full effect.  I'm still trapped in this ridiculously busty woman's body.  Worse, the urges he left me with, the aching helpless need to be fucked, only seem to be getting stronger.  I can hardly stop myself from masturbating for more than a few minutes at a time now and I'm afraid if I can't find a way to break the spell soon my fingers won't be enough anymore. Who knows what or who I might be forced to do then.

  Come on baby kiss me back. I thought every guy fantasized about hot lesbian sex?  Gus swallowed hard and half-heartedly attempted to press his own soft lips back against hers but something felt off. Instead of the erotic thrill he'd anticipated when his bisexual girlfriend had suggested this experiment. Instead, a queasy sense of wrongness settled in the pit of his stomach. It was almost like kissing his sister or...   Uh, I don't know how to tell you this hun but I think you did too good a job transforming me. I'm fully a girl now, body and mind, and I think I might be a straight girl!

 "Holy shit is that really your Dad?" Tag asked as Gary opened the bedroom door to reveal the gorgeous if vacant looking woman within  "Yeah," Gary confirmed wearily "what's left of him since the lab accident anyway." "Fuck! He's so... so..."  Tag trailed off unable to think of descriptors for her that wouldn't offend the other man "if you hadn't told me what to expect I'd never of guessed they used to be a man."  "The transformation was pretty much total." Gary agreed "They tell me his mind is still in there somewhere but if that's true I've never seen any sign of it. I try to just think of her as Candi these days." The girl perked up at the sound of her name giggling as she bounced onto all fours and arched her back  "Candi! Candi sweet." She squealed in broken English opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue as if demanding a treat "Candi love cock!" "And y

 "What the fuck dad!" Chrissy gasped finding her father half-naked and pawing at his new tits like a porn star "I thought the whole point of you turning yourself into a woman was to teach me some sort of lesson about being a proper lady. What was it you said after you saw the pics I'd posted on Instagram?" "This is no way for a respectable young woman to behave?" Chrissy's dad quoted himself between lewd moans "Something about needing a female role model now your mother's not around..." "Don't forget no daughter of mine is going to run around dressed like a cheap tart"  Chrissy finished for him. "Mmm yeah, fuck that noise." The former man groaned pinching his aching nipples "That was before I realised just how good being a woman could feel. Now I say it's about time I forgot about being such an uptight prude. Let's dress up like a pair of sluts and find a couple of studs to teach us all about being

 My connection to the dark forces grants me great power but I sense you are sceptical, perhaps a small demonstration is in order? The doors of your mind are flung open to me. I see your thoughts.  I see you are thinking about...  my breasts! Still not convinced? Hmm, well I suppose that particular thought was a little obvious. Despite the mighty energies I channel am still a woman. I'm well aware of the effect my body has on most men but you see I was just beginning. My power lets me delve deeper. Past the macho front you project to the world to see your truest desires. Dreams you hardly dare admit to yourself.  I see your lust for my bounteous tits but more importantly, I see your desperate longing to have a pair of your own! Ah, now I have your attention.  Yes, I can grant you the female body you so yearn for. I truly can reshape your body and soul. Make you an irresistible object of lust, bending men and women alike to your will.  But first, there is the small matter of price to

 "Please please don't make me go back." My transformed bully begged, pillowy lips engulfing my aching cock, wide green eyes filled with desperate need "I'll do anything you want just don't turn me back into that awful testosterone addled loser. I couldn't bare it!"  I could only groan in agreement as the former man delivered the most mind blowing blow job I've ever had.   Not that I could turn her back into him if I wanted to. The truth is I haven't the faintest idea how a six foot tall semipro weight lifter could turn into this walking wet dream or why she's so eager to stay this way.   What I do know is she's absolutely convinced I'm responsible some how and if she's really willing to do half of the filthy things she's already promised me I'm sure as hell not going to try and tell her otherwise!

  Fuck what a day I'm having. I woke up feeling like hell. Then I missed my bus. Now I feel like even worse and I seem to be turning into a girl! It must be that tg flu that's going round. I  just want to crawl back into bed and wait for this all to be over but I can't even take a sick day because my manager says she can't get cover for me and it's not like I'm infectious now the change has started anyway. She told me I'll just have to man up and deal with looking like a woman.  So I have to try to find enough women's clothes in the lost and found to let me look half presentable for my shift while trying to keep my breakfast down and worrying that I might be stuck with tits and a pussy until they find a cure which could take weeks! I'd say things can't get any worse but I don't think I'm done changing yet... Oh yummy this is turning out to be totes the bestest day evs! First I turned from a boring boy into a rilly cute girl then I got lik

  Huh, is that it then? After you spent all that time talking me into becoming your fantasy girl the best you can manage is a couple of pumps before losing control? * Sigh* Okay, I guess I'm still willing to give this whole being your sex toy thing a try if you can make me cum first. 

 You idiot I can't believe you botched such a simple incantation.   We were supposed to be enhanced, given ripped bodybuilders muscles and cocks that would make a race horse blush. Instead you had to get tongue tied and now look at us. A pair of skinny girls with cute little titties and wet needy cunts between our legs.  So there's no way I'm trusting you to try and change us back. We can just wait for the spell to wear off in a couple of days and in the meantime you can put that stumbling tongue of yours to much better use!

 The witch's challenge was a simple one, spend 24 hours in a female body without climaxing and she would grant the man any boon within her considerable power to grant. Fail, and he'd be sealed in his feminine new form and forced to do the witch's bidding forever. Carl had eagerly accepted but for all his boasting about how easy it would be for a real manly man like him he'd succumbed to temptation in record time.  In less than an hour he was cumming his slutty brains out.  Once again the witch was left wondering if any "real men" will ever pass her test