Spindizzy's tales of transformation

A new chapter posted on Chyoa.com story starts   HERE Cutting through a park James focuses the power on himself. On the ruffled black dress and ridiculous high heels that had appeared from nowhere and refused to budge. He imagined them changing into something more practical. Jeans, or sweatpants, something to cover is legs at least. And a top, something to cover his arms (and his tits) the black gloves he wore weren't doing much to keep him warm. His skin prickled as he released his magic but at the crucial moment his focused wavered. "What if I fuck this up?" Doubt flashed through his mind "What if I end up naked, or worse!" As soon as he thought it he felt the costume shrinking around him. Clinging tightly to his curves even as it shrank away from his legs and shoulders. "No! No damn it stop!" He demanded as the remnants of the costume rode up between his now bare ass cheeks and pulled tight against his pussy "I wanted to be more co...

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One last night A request for @wohngdts989 Tim’s mom had always been very clear, the jewellery box was out of bounds. So, even after she was gone it took him a long time to work up the nerve to go through her things. It almost felt like she was still in the house as he cracked open the wooden lid of the box. He half expected her to burst in and scold him for prying. Instead, there was silence, just the sound of the game on tv and his father’s snoring. He sat on the floor by his parent’s bed and turned the contents out. He was soon surrounded by sparkling trinkets. His mom had always been a girly girl, he couldn’t remember ever seeing her without at least some jewellery and expertly applied make-up and he didn’t think she even owned a pair of pants. He could picture her now wearing that necklace or those earrings. The pain of losing her tempered by the fond memories the jewellery prompted. He picked out one particular, a simple wooden pendant that she had been her favourit...

Alex shifts in his chair, he’s always a little nervous in job interviews but he can’t afford to let it show. He really needs this job, his debts are mounting up and his landlord has made it clear he’d be out on the street if he didn’t pay his rent soon. He can feel the sweat trickling down his neck and silently curses the heat in the small airless room. Across the desk from Alex, the interviewer shows no sign of feeling the heat. He is a tall older man in an immaculate dark suit, his body language at once controlled and perfectly relaxed. Just when Alex is beginning to think the other man has forgotten him he tosses the sheath of papers that had so absorbed his attention down on the desk. His gaze fixes on Alex, the slightest suggestion of a sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll be honest with you.” he says without any of the usual preambles “There is no place for you at this company. We demand a certain standard and you simply don’t measure up.” “Oh” is all Alex c...

One last night A request for @wohngdts989 Tim’s mom had always been very clear, the jewellery box was out of bounds. So, even after she was gone it took him a long time to work up the nerve to go through her things. It almost felt like she was still in the house as he cracked open the wooden lid of the box. He half expected her to burst in and scold him for prying. Instead, there was silence, just the sound of the game on tv and his father’s snoring. He sat on the floor by his parent’s bed and turned the contents out. He was soon surrounded by sparkling trinkets. His mom had always been a girly girl, he couldn’t remember ever seeing her without at least some jewellery and expertly applied make-up and he didn’t think she even owned a pair of pants. He could picture her now wearing that necklace or those earrings. The pain of losing her tempered by the fond memories the jewellery prompted. He picked out one particular, a simple wooden pendant that she had been her favourite....

Bliderbork Clinic: Crime and Punishment ( The concept for Bliderbork clinic was originally created by a user at the now sadly defunct tf-media ) Fucking lawyer this was all his fault if he hadn’t convinced him take the plea he wouldn’t even be here. He tells himself he could have beaten the rape charge that no one was going  to believe that lying little slut anyway, if she hadn’t wanted it she shouldn’t have been dressed like that. But he had been persuaded to take the lesser charge of assault with time served plus parole, it had seemed like a sweet deal until he had arrived at the Bilderbork Clinic. He had heard a lot of stories about this place and about the freaks that came here, creepy stories about people becoming tits and asses and weirder things than that. He gets more and more freaked out as he passes people in the corridor, women with cartoonish breasts, people with two heads and a guy with a pussy where his mouth should be. The guards push him through a door an...