Spindizzy's tales of transformation

  " 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 ...

Donnie "The Bull" Balesco had never been afraid of anything in his life. The best part of forty years breaking legs and worse for the Falcone mob had given him the idea he could just take whatever he wanted when he wanted, even when that something included the boss' hot young wife. So when Boss Falcone called him and told him to go shake down some mark that was behind on his protection he thought it was a little weird that he'd be asked to do something so smalltime but it never even occurred to him that he might be in trouble. Following the directions he'd been given he made his way to a half abandoned mall. Passing the twenty -four hour gym, two thrift stores and the empty husks of of more prosperous days he located the scruffy curio shop and it's equally scruffy owner. The old man had merely smiled politely when Donnie gave him his spiel. Shrugged as he'd laid out the brutal consequences of not paying the mob appropriate tribute. The only...

It had only been an hour since the strange chill had seeped into her body but it felt like days. First a tingling numbness had spread up from her feet and then her body had started acting on it's own. She'd managed a squeak of surprise when her hands had dropped her phone and begun groping her breasts. That small startled sound was the last voluntary action she was able to take. After that she'd been a prisoner in her own body, watching through her own eyes as she walked over to her mirror and began to strip off her clothes. Helpless to stop them her hands peeled off her clothes revealing more and more of her pale skin. Her rebellious body stripped slowly, stopping from time to time to strike a lewd pose. To her horror she felt an excited heat building between her legs. Her body was getting turned on even as she screamed inside for it to stop! Collapsing onto the bed her body began to play with itself. It seemed clumsy and fumbling at first but learned quickly how t...

originally posted on Tumblr; April 2014