Spindizzy's tales of transformation

  Nina Hartley and Sara Luvv "Say it!" Mistress commanded, forcing me to bend over the her desk. "Nuh no, I can't, I won't, you can't make me." I whimpered, still stubbornly clinging to the misconception that I had any choice. "Don't give me that, you dumb slut." She laughed, mocking my futile attempt at defiance, "You know it's true, so why deny it?" "Please, I don't want to..." I begged, my pleading cut short by the sharp sting of her hand landing on my bare ass *smack!* Say *smack* It *smack* Whore! *smack* Each blow punctuated her sentence, reminding me of how far I'd fallen. My punishment for cheating on, as it turned out quite literal, Goddess. Her magic demoting me from strong, confident man of the house to this weak, submissive girl. "I, I'm your bitch." I finally admitted, between shamefaced sobs, "Use me, oh god help me, I want to be used by you." "There, doesn't tha...

 I considered failure a remote possibility, but against an enemy as cunning and dangerous as The International Terror Syndicate,  it was only sensible to prepare  for the worst. So I trained my body and mind  to resist even the most extreme interrogation.  No matter what they did to me, I swore T.I.T.S would not turn me against the Agency. Only after the mission went south, and I found myself trapped in the secret Volcano lair of Professor Tori Grey did it begin to dawn on me how truly ruthless they could be.  The Professor taunted me as her TG serum stripped away my manhood. Softening my combat-hardened muscles into soft curves. Robbing me of 8 inches in height and the proud 10 inches between my legs, as perky breasts swelled on my chest. But it wasn't the loss of my balls or Tori's firm, correcting hand on my plump new behind  that ultimately broke me. It wasn't even the incredible  pleasure she expertly wrung from my transformed body as I begge...

 Callum was the meekest, most self-effacing, most tractable person I'd ever known. He'd seemed like the perfect subject for my experiment.  It had certainly been easy enough to slip him a few pink pills, and from his horrified reaction to his scrawny boy body sprouting breasts, it seemed safe to assume I was right. Once the pills had finished perfecting his body, bending his wimpy personality to my will would be simple. However, as the process continued, his attitude began to change. Far from crumbling, the former boy seemed to relish his transformation. Growing in confidence with each alteration of his body.  She seemed taller somehow, even though she was several inches shorter than Callum had been. She stood with a model's poise and moved with a dancer's grace. The sexy lingerie, I'd intended as a humiliating reminder of her feminisation, instead fitting her like silken battle armour.  I shrank back, awestruck at the vision before me. Unable to understand how this...

  Oh honey you've been so sweet trying so hard to prove your love for me.  Wearing those pretty dresses I picked out for you.  Letting me tie you up and punish you when you're naughty.  Even agreeing to stay in chastity for the whole of October.  I admire your dedication, I really do. But let's face facts your brother here is twice the man you'll ever be.  I think we'll be much happier if he just moves in and becomes my full time bull. But don't worry I'm not throwing you out. I'm going to keep femininising and conditioning you so you can stay on as our live in sissy maid.  I'm sure that by the end of the month you'll be eager to serve us both.

    At first my wife's interest in latex seem harmless enough. It was just a few items at to start with. A pair of platform boot that gave her a confident swagger. A shiny bustier that did eye popping things to her cleavage. A pair of leggings that fit like a second skin and never failed to have me drooling after her arse.  Yeah, I'll admit I liked it when she wore that stuff just for me but soon the latex started to replace more and more of her wardrobe. She would wear it on our date nights, at work, even doing the weekly shop. The sight of her sashaying down the freezer aisle in Waitrose was something to behold but it wasn't just her fashion sense that was changing. The sweet shy girl I'd married seemed to be fading away. In her place grew a very different woman. One confident to the point of arrogance. Demanding, assertive, even cruel. I tried to talk to her about the sudden change in her personality that had accompanied her shocking new style but she just brushed me...

 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.

  " 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 ...

  You say you love your wife. That you'll never accept me in control of her body, not even with the improvements I've made. But the truth is she never made you feel as good as this. Admit it, it's me you want. Show me how your really feel. Cum, seal me in this body with your cum and I'll make you happier than she ever could.

notanyonethatspecial  asked: Hello! Can you please turn me into a girl? I have but two requests. My first is that I’m a lesbian, my second is that my breasts and ass are a nice size. I’ll let you handle the rest. Thanks! Watching your body transform into your fantasy girl had been by far the sexiest thing that had ever happened to you. The feeling of your generous breasts forming on your chest. The slow steady swell of your new bubble butt growing behind you. Even the silky caress of your blonde hair growing past your shoulders had been a thrill beyond imagination. You must have cum a dozen times during your change first as a guy and then again and again as a girl leaving no doubt in your mind that girls have it better than boys. It’s only after the initial thrill of your new body has worn off and the post-orgasmic glow has faded that the downsides started to become apparent. For one thing, you looked nothing like your yourself, not even your best friend could recognise you. Att...

I arrived home late after a long day at work expecting to be greeted by my loving wife instead I found my house in darkness. Not that I expect her to be waiting with pipe and slippers you understand just that she usually gets home before me and makes a point of asking me how my day went. At first I wasn’t concerned, I assumed she had simply been held up or was visiting a neighbour, it was only when I turned the light on and saw the state of disarray our house was in that I began to be concerned. Furniture was tipped over drinks hand been spilled, women’s clothing was strewn about the place, some of it looking torn as if it had been ripped off. As it dawned on me that something terrible might have happened I heard a sound from upstairs and that is when I made my mistake. Instead of calling the cops or going to my neighbours for help I ran up stairs calling my wife’s name. As I approached our bedroom I heard the sound again clearer now, not the sound of struggle as I had  first th...

Ow! God damn it this is impossible. Haven't I done enough?  You've already blackmailed me into wearing this slutty little fetish outfit that gives me a girly figure and forcing me to wear this wig and makeup that makes me look like some kind of sexy doll. You can't seriously expect me to parade around in these ballet heels? I can hardly stand in them never mind walkIng! Now now  hun don't pout, I'm sure you'll soon get the hang of it. That is unless you want the whole team to see those pictures of you trying on your sister's clothes? I don't think that would do much for your reputation a lady's man or help you keep your position as the star quarterback. No! Please I'll,  I'll try harder.  I, I (shit I can't believe she is making me say this) I want to be a good sissy. Good  boi , I knew you'd see it my way.  Now try again and this time  give  that cute butt a bit more of a wiggle, I've seen truckers with sexier walks! *...