Spindizzy's tales of transformation

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  Model, Simon Kitty Honey, this isn't right!   And I know, I know, it was my idea to permanently possess this sweet young couple.   It's not stealing their bodies and lives to make a fresh start for ourselves that's bothering me. It's just that, as your husband for twenty years, I assumed you'd make me the man! .... .... .... Ah! Ah! Oh fuck! Yeees!   Okay, baby, you convinced me.   Keep me coming like that, and I'll stay your loving, sexy wife for the next twenty years, maybe even longer!

 The reality storm may have trapped Josh in the life of a busty pornstar but the former quaterback wasn't going to stop working to be the best.  He, now she, was no quitter.  She'd keep training her body to the limit. Only now she's training to get gang banged on camera instead scoring touchdowns

  Model, Grace J Teal Gosh, I used to hate reading the news. It was always so darn depressing. All that war and crime and stuff. It's much nicer since the bimbo flu turned almost everyone into yummy sexy girls. Now it's all fashion tips, and cute kittens, and ooh, new shoes on sale! Now that's the kind of breaking news I need to know!

After the merge storm hit our quiet suburban street everyone freaked out about what their minds merging into the body of the nearest person had taken from them.  They would adjust to their new selves I was sure but in the meantime.... Well, they had issues. Nicole Aniston The delivery guy in my wife's body said he hated losing twenty years of his life on top of turning into a woman. Even though I caught him playing with his new tits and admiring his milf reflection more than once. Samantha Rone My son was horrified to find himself in his sister's body, crying about how he'd never be able to enjoy sex again without it feeling like incest. Not that that's stopped him taking some suspiciously long showers and dressing in his sister's skimpiest outfits.  Meanwhile, I was secretly thrilled to land in the body of my son's girlfriend. The idea of a fresh start in the body of a tight twenty-year-old hottie instead of a sexually frustrated middle age man was a dream come...

Models Miley May & Veruca James  '"So tell me Jeff, still think stealing our daughters' bodies is gross and immoral?" Chris smirked with Miley's pretty face as he plunged slender fingers into his friend's borrowed cunt. "Still want to go back to being a pair of balding, frustrated, old men?" "I, I, oh god yes!" Jeff moaned in Veruca's sultry voice, "We are terrible evil perverts and we are definitely going to hell for this. As soon as we're back in our bodies I'm going to destroy that damn machine. Now stop gloating and fuck me you bastard." "I think you mean bitch," the blonde laughed as the dark haired girl writhed under her touch, "and don't worry about the machine I smashed that while you were freaking out in the bathroom. We are Miley and Veruca now, their bodies and lives are ours forever, isn't that great?" The new Veruca tried to protest, to beg Miley to say it wasn't so but ...

 On reflection, it was a mistake to pay the stripper from our joint account.  Of course, if I'd known Becky's talk about coming from a family of witches was more than old world legends, I might have done a lot of things differently. I don't think I've ever seen my wife so furious, not even that time I made a pass at her sister, and not even the promise of a new car was going to save me this time. Her eyes flashed with green fire, as dormant magical abilities burst free.  My clothes burned away the body underneath, twisting and changing, smooth womanly curves taking the place of my manly form.   After it was done, I looked like one of the girls from the club, right down to the tramp stamp tattoo in the small of my back.  To be fair to Becky she did try and change me back, once she was done laughing her ass off, but whatever spark of power she had seemed to be used up. In the end, I had to deal with the fact that I was stuck in this body. Now I'm shaking...

When Carl found it, the ray gun looked like a simple child's toy. But as soon as he picked it up, its interface flooded his mind with knowledge of the fantastic alien power he now held.  With the power to bend reality to his whim, Carl set about settling some old scores.   Model:Cherry Cole First on his list was Ben, the bullying jock who'd made his high school days hell.  In a flash, the former star athlete became a giggling blonde cheerleader.   He left her shaking her pompoms and offering to blow the first guy she met. Model Nora Davis His former best friend finally paid the price for stealing Carl's girlfriend away.   Although oddly Carl's ex didn't seem to mind, she was now dating a petite submissive girl.  In fact, now he stopped to think about it, everyone he'd transformed seemed much happier after the ray had done its work. Models Simon Kitty & Tiffany Tatum As if to prove the point, the guy who'd cut in line in front of hi...

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...

  " God, you're such a pussy." The woman's voice sounded in Isacc's head as clearly as if she was in the room with him.  "What?" He gasped looking around for the source of the voice "Who is that? What do you want?" " Oh, yes I suppose I should introduce myself, although we've known each other for a long time ." The voice giggled as if she'd said something funny " my name is Heather and I've been your cock for all these years ." "No, you can't be." Isacc's heart hammered in his chest as the implications of Heather's words sank in "That's not possible. The only way you could be my cock is if..." " Is if you were going through reversion. " Heather finished the sentence he couldn't bring himself to complete. " For a pussy you're pretty quick ." Isacc had heard of reversion syndrome, everyone had. The rare still inexplicable phenomenon that caused people ...

 After transforming into Kristin I had this fantasy. As a woman, I thought I might meet a sweet romantic gentleman.  But all I've found are good-looking charmers that want to use me like a fleshlight.  I'd be disappointed but the truth is I'm starting to enjoy a nice rough fucking.

 Damn, was that her brother?  After what she did becoming my dumb compliant fuck-doll is better than she deserves but he shouldn't even be here. I feel kind of bad about it, but there's no way to reverse the effects of the potion. I guess this just became a two sluts for one deal.

 "Come on, how is this fair?" Mark whined as his girlfriend pushed his legs apart "I'm supposed to be the guy here, why do you get to be the one with the dick?" "Oh for fucksake Mark, just drop it already," Stella growled roughly claiming Mark's wet pussy "None of us asked for the Role Exchanger to come through our neighbourhood. Do you think I wanted our neighbours dominant lesbian personality or your, admittedly very nice, cock? I sure as hell didn't ask for my boyfriend to turn into a needy little slut with the body of a porn star  but here we are. We've both had a lot to adjust to. Now, I suggest you shut up and take it like the horny little bitch you are and stop pretending this isn't the best fucking sex you've ever had."

  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...

 The rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh and the honeyed cries of female pleasure filled the air.  Tina grinned as she fucked her old body relishing the focused intensity of arousal that came with a male form.  She hoped her boyfriend was enjoying being fucked as much as she enjoyed fucking him because once she came inside the hot needy cunt that had once been her own there'd be no going back for either of them. 

 I could have wished for anything. Money, fame, power, but I since I only had one wish I chose this. What I've always wanted.  A woman's body, and what a body it is.  With these luscious tits and this sweet tight pussy I won't need a genie to make all my other wishes come true.

  When the group first took him Alex was terrified. They had a dark reputation in certain circles. A reputation for punishing men like Alex in creative and horrorfying ways. Except, they didn't seem to want to punish him at all.  Instead of a cold stone dungeon he found himself in a luxury spa.  Instead of brutal punishment for his womanising ways they were understanding, even sympathetic. Instead of hard faced femminists he was surrounded sweet compliant young women.  Pleasure was what they offered him and pleasure was to be his undoing.  He had more and better sex than he'd had in his whole life before and every time he came in or on one of his enthusiastic  playmates a little more of who he'd been slipped away.  So slowly that he didn't even notice at first they changed him. Reconditioning his mind to make him think only of giving pleasure and reshaping his body until he looked like the kind of girl he'd have used and tossed aside in his old life. B...

At first I felt terrible about this.  The cursed collar was meant for my cheating ex. Imagine my horror when I came home to find my best friend and roommate Brad playing with it.  I tried to warn him but Brad was his usual stubborn self refusing to even consider the idea the collar might really be magical Before I could stop him he'd fastened the pink leather collar around his own neck to "prove what a sucker I'd been" paying so much for a cheap novelty. I could only watch fascinated and appalled as his body transformed.  Huge balloon like breasts burst from his chest. His lips puffed up like two pink pillows and brassy blonde hair flowed past his shoulders almost to his curvaceous new ass. His cries of shock and fear melted into sultry moans as the changes ran their course. Once she began crawling towards me, giggling and begging for my cock I knew there was no way to save my friend. Brad was gone, trapped forever inside this new person that insisted I call her Brand...

  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 ...

 "Oh god yes!" Richard moaned in his husky new voice "Don't stop. That's it. Right there. Right on my clit!" "Mmm, yes your pussy tastes so good. I could eat this sweet peach all day." Alan looked up from between Richard's thighs as his friend shuddered through another toe curling orgasm. "Fuck yes." Richard gasped "I had no idea you were such a cunning linguist. I've literally lost count of times you've made me cum." "So all is forgiven then?" Alan asked gently teasing his friend's still quivering cunt "You're not still mad I traded our teenage bodies and male identities to our sexy milf neighbours." "Oh I'm still mad as hell. You might have been an undateable nerd but I had plans for my dick. Rosa May let me go to second base just last week. I was all set to finally get my V-card punched before you decided we'd be better off as a pair silicone titted desperate house wives....