Spindizzy's tales of transformation

Model, Piper Peri When I lost the bet, I kind of knew what expect.   Devin had always been open about his powers and the kinky ways he liked to use them, so turning into a skinny blonde chick felt weird, but it wasn't a surprise.   What I didn't expect was how much I'd love being his helpless little fuck toy

 When Carl ran out of money to bet he'd found a new kind of game. A secret backroom club where shadowy figures promised him everything he'd lost and more if he would stake all he had left. With his body, his masculinity, and his freedom on the line he bet it all on black only to watch it come up red.  He'd been a loser all his life and now he'd finally lost it all Still, as Carla swayed across the casino floor, following her new owner to start her new life working in his strip club she couldn't help but feel she was the real winner in the end. 

 What, did you think I'd forfeit just because you zapped me with your grandma's spellbook? Pfft, as if! This game is on pal.  Your little magic trick just means that after I win I'll be able tell everyone your cheating ass got beat by a girl!

  Each round he'd lost cost Jeff a little more of his masculinity. Frame by frame he changed. Shifting from a tall muscular man to a soft curvaceous woman. Now his fate rested on this last shot. If he made it he'd win his original body back. Miss, and he'd be like this forever He leant over the table displaying his plump new behind while he carefully considered all the angles. Finally satisfied he prepared to take his last shot confident that he could miss this one too. After all he hadn't thrown all those other matches just to loose his beautiful new body now.

  "Just a friendly game of strip poker"  It gets them everytime. I'll get them back to my room and loose a few hands before I raise the stakes. Occasionally they'll get smart and call it quits at that point but usually the sight of this body in nothing but the sexiest of lingerie is pretty effective in shutting down the male brain.  After that it doesn't take me long to get them out of their clothes and empty their wallets while I'm at it. (A girl's still got to pay the bills, even if she is a witch). "Double or quits?" I'll ask, a picture of sweet innocence.  After some negotiation I'll offer them back everything they've lost plus a sexual favour to sweeten the pot if they'll wager their masculinity. I just love the look on their faces when I win and my amulet drains away their manhood. Like this poor guy, I figure I'll let him have his little freak out before I offer him one more hand but something tells me his luck is not g...

The rules of the game where simple. Once they had swapped bodies with the three women the men were blindfolded. If they could correctly identify their own cock when they sucked it they'd get their body back and the woman would be their plaything for the weekend. But if they guessed wrong they'd remain female and have to service the rest of the group for a whole week. This was the fifth weekend they played and the guys had yet to make a single correct guess. If they didn't know better the girls might have thought they were losing on purpose...

Sometimes You’ve Gotta Hustle For What You Want. My friend Alan likes to gamble but normally he has terrible luck. At least he did until a few weeks ago. That’s when he hit the greatest hot streak of his life. First, he cleaned me out at our weekly poker game. Then, his streak continued the following week and I ended up promising him a week at my family’s beach house. The week after that my biggest loss yet, a whole bottle of exchange I’d acquired during a recent trip to Vegas. It went on like that until I was in the hole to him pretty deep. That’s when he decided to cash in the beach vacation I owed him. We drove up to the beach house listening to the game on the radio when he suggested a way I could recover my losses. If I could pick the winning team he’d let me off the hook for what I owed but if I lost I’d have to take some of those pink pills and spend the whole week as a girl. I laughed and said that I was so confident of winning I’d not only take the X-Change but ...

A story inspired by the always amazing @ Miss Evie Hyde Jason knew all about the slut box challenge, everyone at his college did, and there was no doubt in his mind that it was the best thing ever. He was pretty sceptical about the idea that it was genuine magic but the way half the girls on campus had suddenly switched from jeans and trainers to fuck me pumps and miniskirts made it seem magical to him. The only problem, as far as he could see, was that none of the eager new hussies about town had chosen him to fulfil a challenge yet. Sure, he’d heard plenty of stories about girls doing crazy things. His friend Mike claimed to have had a blowjob from a pair of twins last week. Then, his history professor had given her whole class buck naked, on the one day Jason had stayed home sick. The last straw was his nerdy roommate Mitch bragging about hooking up with an Asian girl he swore looked just like the lead from his favourite anime.  All this made Jason even more determined t...

Anonymous asked: So I made a bet with a friend of mine and the loser had to come here and get changed into whatever the winner wants. Unfortunately, I lost so here I am. My friend opted to have you turn me into his personal servant. He used these words: "Make sure you ask to be curvy. Ooh, with big tits please. And how about some mental changes" That last part is what really worries me. Why did I make that bet? Why did you make that bet? If I had to hazard a guess I’d say it’s because on some level you wanted to lose. As much as you might protest, you love the idea of soft heavy breasts swelling on your chest. You long to feel silky blonde hair tumble past your shoulder. The thought of feeling your ass expand into a big fat peach excites you and as much as you might want to complain about losing your manhood having a smooth tight pussy between your legs instead of an ugly cock is the most thrilling thing you can imagine.  Even if it isn’t, even if you remain stubborn...

For fuck's sake Bulldog. I can't believe you let those preppy bitches beat you again! Hey it's not my fault , you're the one that bet our bikes and our concert tickets I was just trying to win them back. Yeah, good work with that numb nuts. Now they've got our bodies too and we're stuck as chicks! Uh, guys has anyone else noticed how all the boys look really hot now? It's giving me a funny feeling, you know, down there...? I... um. Well that's just great not only am I a girl now I'm horny for cock too.

Lord Carington Worthly-Smythe had been born to a life of wealth and privilege, his every need met. Every need except one, excitement. As the heir to a great estate he was not allowed to risk his life seeking adventure or risk his reputation seeking romance. Instead he had to find other ways to fill his day. He soon found what he was looking for at the gaming tables. He became a legend in the exclusive gambling houses of Mayfair wining and losing fortunes on the turn of a card. He seemed to live a charmed life but eventually even his luck and money ran out. When the croupier announced that the house would no longer be extending his credit he pleaded to be allowed just one more chance. He didn’t even care about the money he just needed the thrill to go on. Anything to escape the tedium of his life for just a little longer, anything for the adventure to continue. They took him to a private room and sat him at a card table across the green base a young woman sat, her slim fingers shuf...