Spindizzy's tales of transformation

 The thing about being in debt to a sorcerer is, you can never be sure what he might make of you next. Yesterday I was a schlub named Mike that owed him money, today I'm his live-in fuck toy, Michelle.  The best part is, I totally love whatever he chooses to make me.  Even though I know that's him controlling my mind, I don't care, I can't care about anything except what he wants me to, and what he wants me to care about now is pleasing you with this delicious peach of an ass.  So, why don't you come over here and take a bite?

 The witch's eyes flashed with emerald green fire, and Kyle had just enough time to realise asking her to choke on his fat hog might have been a mistake before everything went black. When he came back to his senses, it was immediately clear that the green-eyed woman's talk about curses hadn't been an idle threat. His body was no longer his own, all traces of the man he'd been erased, and in their place was the body of the hottest blonde he'd ever seen. Model Kylie Page Trembling fingers quickly confirmed what his eyes told him.   He was a woman right down to the most intimate detail, but the witch's punishment didn't end there.  Her magic compelled him to seek out men and perform every gross, degrading, and downright filthy act he knew, plus a few he'd never even imagined. The first time a man's cock ploughed into his dripping cunt, he was sure he'd die of pure embarrassment.   The second time it started to feel weirdly good and slowly, over a...

KA GIRL! The wand in my hand bucked as a bolt of mystical energy flew out and struck my test subject square in the chest. He gasped as his flesh shifted and flowed. Extra mass migrating to his chest, hips, and thighs. His masculine figure blossomed into full womanhood. Damn it, I really thought I had this True Form spell all figured out. I wasn't some dabbler, I was an experienced mage and the spell wasn't even that complex. By all the rules of magic, I knew he should have become his ideal self, but like the previous two volunteers, he'd turned into an, admittedly very pretty, woman on me. Weirdly none of them seem too upset about their changes, although the last one did ask if I could make his, um, I mean her, boobs bigger. True to form, my latest failure was happily babbling about how right her new body felt and something about shopping, but my thoughts had already turned to my next test. I couldn't help feeling I was missing something, something obvious I would proba...

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  Model, Christy Ren Oh wow, this feels amazing, and I look like a goddess!  When I realised I was turning into a woman I thought my ex had cursed me for breaking up with her but now the changes are done.  Now I've seen the final result.   It feels more like a parting gift

  Legend had it that the spirt of the woods could sense a person's inner truth. That it could manifest the true core of someone's being. I never believed it, of course. Even if I had, I'd never have expected to work its magic on me. My inner truth was the same as my outer self as far as I was concerned. Sure, I wasn't exactly satisfied with my body. What guy is? And who hasn't fantasized about life on the other side of the gender fence every now and then? So, the last thing I expected when I drove out into the woods to clear my head was to grow a pussy and a pair of tits larger than my head. It was crazy, impossible, and weirder still. It just felt so right!

 I spent my high school years bullying these losers and never gave them a second thought after graduation. Until, years later, they tracked me down. I expected them to try kicking my ass but instead, they turned me into a woman and made me their fucktoy. I suppose they'd call it karma, a just punishment for my past. But if they knew how good it feels to be their hot little cumdump they might not think it was a punishment at all

 Like omg, what the heck is happening? Like I know my sister warned me not to borrow her car or she'd put a spell on me or something but I never expected this! I mean, I'm a girl!  A hot girl!  And, oh noes, I totes forgot how to drive stick!

  I still couldn't tell you where the panties came from. They just appeared in my sock draw one day, Two ounces of delicate black lace ready to explode in my life like half a pound of dynamite.  At first it was just a puzzle. I lived on my own and did my own laundry so I couldn't blame them on a flatmate's prank or a simple mix up in the wash. It had been longer than I'd like to think about since I'd enjoyed any female company so there wasn't much chance they'd been left there by an ex. For days I wracked my brain trying to solve the mystery. I'd find myself staring at the silken scrap of fabric wondering who might wear such a thing. Picturing what she might look like as I ran the soft material back and forth through my hands. The mental image of the imaginary panty donor growing clearer and clearer until I could have almost convinced myself she was real. She'd  be slim and petite, the kind of girl that could sit in a guys lap and snuggle against his...

  Kevin groaned as he tried and failed to hold his growing breasts back from bursting out of the magical bra.  He shouldn't have let things go so far. Should never have put the cursed thing on. Shouldn't even have lifted out of the old trunk it had been hidden in.  Even after he'd given in to his mad impulse and fastened the clasp behind his back he could have stopped it. As soon as he felt his nipples grow hard, swelling up on top of puffy buds he could have torn if off and things might have stopped there. Sure he may have needed to wear baggy tops but he'd have still been a guy, more or less. Instead he'd watch in fascination as the barely noticeable bee stings ballooned into a pert double handful. He'd been so entranced he'd actually played with them delighting in their sensitivity and hardly noticing the other changes sweeping his body.  The long dark hair sweeping over his shoulders. The narrowing of his waist and widening hips. The subtle shift of his ...

  "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 ...

 

  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...

"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...

  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...

 "What's that honey?" Todd struggled to keep his voice level as his best friend's cock slowly stretched out his new pussy "You've managed to track down the witch and she's willing to change me back?" He suppressed a husky moan and tried to focus on his soon to be ex-wife's excited chattering while being ploughed from behind. It was hard to believe Rosa hadn't noticed Todd's heavy irregular breathing or the soft rhythmic slap of skin on skin as Dan fucked him.  "That, that's great news baby," he managed with as much sincerity as he could fake "So, you'll be on the next flight back? Wow, to think, this time tomorrow I'll be a man again..." He shuddered at the thought. "What's that? How am I coping?" It was all he could do not to laugh as he answered that "Oh, you know bearing up. No need for you to worry Dan's taking good care of me." It took several more tortuous minutes for him t...

  Eddy didn't mind sharing the secret of the magical transforming bathbomb with his friends but if many more of them found out about it he was going to need a bigger bath!

  Pete was a prickly sort of guy. Good looking enough but hard to get close to. Most people bounced hard off his gruff exterior. Porcupine Pete, they called him around the office but I sensed there was more to him than that. So, when he tried to push me away I kept trying to get closer. Slowly I chipped away at his shell until we became first friends and then lovers.  Only then, in the comforting darkness of our bed, was he able to fully open up to me. He told about his life, how he'd never felt comfortable in his own skin. How he'd slowly come to realise that he was not the man he presented himself to the world as. How, unable to admit the truth to anyone he had shut himself off from others afraid to let anyone in that might force him confront the lie he was living.  I held her in my arms as she dropped her last defenses and said out loud for the first time the secret she had been destroying her all these years. She was a woman, she might have a male body but that didn't...

  "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...

  "Truth or dare?" Jerry demanded with a grin. "Really?" Carl rolled his eyes "What are we, eight?" "Come on,” Jerry wheedled “It’ll be fun.” “Fine,” Carl sighed “Then truth, I guess.” “What’s your weirdest sexual fantasy?” Jerry asked casually “Well, I suppose that would be when I imagine what it's like to be a girl…" Jerry said blushing furiously  "hey! Why did I say that? I've never told anyone about that." "Oh that's  simple enough," Jerry laughed producing a gold necklace for his pocket "I found this magic necklace in a yard sale and I'm using it to enhance our little game. And since that's the truth it counts as your turn. Truth or dare?" "What? No!" Carl protested "That's not fair. I, I'm not playing!" "Oh you're giving up your turn" Jerry said smugly "then you'll have to pay the forfeit, two dares. First I dare you to turn into the sexiest...