Unlucky Circumstances

You were down on your luck, resorting to having to break into the homes of random people and steal from them in order to make ends meet. The nice neighbourhoods were a seemingly good set of targets, so long as you didn’t pack too much into your pockets. You knew you would have to stick to the things you could carry with you without looking suspicious.

After about half an hour of wandering around, you spotted what you were looking for. A big house, in the rich side of town, with an empty driveway. You wasted no time making your way to the back of the house and opening up their garden doors. Thankfully the practice you’d put in paid off and you were able to spend about as much time at each door as you would if you were using actual keys and not a lockpicking set. As soon as you wandered in, you froze as you heard a voice “Hey”, the woman’s voice said. You looked over and saw the blonde laying on the sofa, her tank top hardly covering her massive tits.


You’re not one of master’s usual guests.” She spoke as she sat up on the sofa, taking off her tank top to show you her girls in their full glory as you processed what she said “Do you like them? Master loves a woman with big titties. I didn’t always have them. I used to just be some guy until master took me in, like he might take you in.”

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing and hearing. What was even happening? The shock of this whole situation left you frozen in place. She smiled as your brain struggled to process the flood of things that were going on. Just as you were finishing forming your response to all of this, you heard the front door open and the woman in front of you jumped up from the sofa with glee.

Master is home! Master! We have a guest, did you invite someone over?” Your blood ran cold as you heard a deep man’s voice boom from the front door “A guest? I don’t remember inviting anyone, but I guess I’d best give them a warm welcome.” You stood stunned as you heard footsteps coming towards the living room, and before you could snap out of it, a muscular man came into view. He took one look at you and presented his cock to you.


The moment that you laid eyes on that monster, you couldn’t look away. Something weird was happening. You couldn’t stop yourself from taking a step closer to the man, your vision fixed on his massive cock. Then another step. And another. And another, until you were almost touching it. Something inside of you was trying to tell you to stop, to not do this, but it was a single voice in the crowd of voices in your head, shouting for you to suck his dick. The small voice in your head lost as you felt his cock go into your mouth and down your throat. It was pure ecstasy. You felt something fade, but you didn’t care. In a matter of moments, all of your memories of your previous life were gone. You couldn’t remember how you got here, you couldn’t remember what your name had been, you couldn’t even remember if you had been a man or a woman. You didn’t care either. None of it mattered anymore, all that mattered was master’s amazing cock as it fucked your mouth, every drop of his divine precum shifting your body to appease him. You didn’t have the mental capacity to imagine feeling better than you did in that moment. All too soon, the moment drew to a close, and you felt master’s glorious cum shoot down your throat, sealing your transformation. He withdrew his cock and you stared at it in all of its glory. In that moment, you pledged yourself completely and fully to master and his amazing cock.

You would serve him, do anything he desired, just like the other woman who served him. You were sisters in your cause. Nothing mattered except pleasing master, and master. Master handed you an outfit which you happily put on. You then sat and watched with your mouth open, watching master fuck the other woman. Something about rewarding her for keeping a home invader busy until he arrived. You hoped that maybe with your mouth open, master might let you lick up his cock once he was done fucking her, or maybe even drink his cum out of her pussy. For now, all you could do was sit and watch and patiently wait for master’s next command.




Promised Threesome

 I was cautious when my girlfriend suggested a threesome.  At first I assumed that she meant with another guy, but when she clarified that it would be with one guy and two girls, I was a lot more onboard.  What slipped my mind was that my girlfriend was a witch who would sometimes do some extreme stuff.  I’d seen that woman start a flash hurricane that lasted for about ten seconds just to mess with a pedestrian who she said “looked like he could have used a strong shower”.  My girlfriend had taken on the role of sorting out the logistics of getting a third in on our threesome and insisted that it should be a surprise.  I didn’t want to say or do anything that would make her change her mind so I let her have that stipulation.  Imagine my shock when the day came and the person who showed up at our home was another dude. 

This stranger and I shot my girlfriend a look of confusion for a moment.  I was about to start asking questions when my girlfriend snapped her fingers.  I couldn’t move, and I imagine neither could the other guy as our zippers unzipped themselves and our underwear lowered itself, releasing our cocks, which my girlfriend immediately started stroking.

 


 

“Now boys, the rules are simple.  The first one of you to come will have the spell transform you into a lovely lady, and your masculinity will go into the other, making him as much of a man as the two of you combined; and then, we fuck!  Like rabbits!  Two girls and one guy, just as promised.” My girlfriend gave a gleeful giggle.  This was a level of excitement I didn’t know anyone was capable of.

 

I could only helplessly sit there, I couldn’t even close my eyes, or look away from my girlfriend as she stroked my cock and the cock of this stranger with the rhythm she had perfected over the years of giving handjobs.  She knew what she was doing, and it felt amazing.  I could feel myself drawing closer and closer to losing my masculinity with every stroke of her masterful hands.  I could feel the precum leaving my rock hard cock, I knew I couldn’t take much more, when I felt it…I felt the warmth appear on my lap seemingly out of nowhere.  Then, I was free.

 

I looked up, and I could feel my strength growing, I could feel my girlfriend struggling more and more with each passing moment to keep her grip on my cock as its girth expanded and grew in her dainty hand.  But, more strikingly, I could see the other man, groaning as his masculinity was ripped out of his body.  His cock rapidly retracted, his hips widened, his chest swelled, ripping his clothes to shreds.  His previously dark skin lightened until he, or rather, at this point, she, became pale enough to almost pass for albino.  His big brown eyes became a beautiful jade green, his hair grew until it was almost long enough for her to sit on top of the end, all of his features softened until she looked as if there hadn’t been a man in her bloodline in centuries.  Words cannot do justice to how feminine she was.  I guess that’s what it means to become completely devoid of any masculinity.

 

The new woman stood up, lustful hunger in her eyes as she walked towards me, removing the handful of threads that still remained clinging to her form even after her transformation.  It was honestly kind of impressive given the size of her tits that she could even still stand.  She got down on her knees and started by licking the cum she had sprayed on my trousers before removing them completely.  By the time she finished undressing me, my girlfriend had also removed her clothes, and then, I took turns showing the two ladies what having a real cock inside them felt like.

Worthy Valentine

 

“That’s adorable.  I can only have one valentine and you think that you’re worthy of that honour?  For a woman like me?”

I gazed at the beauty in front of me.  I’m not even sure how I got the courage to ask her to be my valentine but I somehow managed to scrape enough of a backbone to do just that, and now, here I am.

“Well, you are certainly brave to ask that of me, so, there may be potential.  Perhaps you shall end up being worthy of being called my valentine by the end of the night, even if you’re not there yet”

My heart skips a beat as she accepts, I can feel the blood filled cheeks morph into an excited smile as I process that she’s actually willing to give me a shot!

“Well now, how about we see just how worthy you can become?” She winks and gives me a smile, her sultry voice seeping into my very soul.  There’s something…strange about her voice now.  I can’t explain it.  It makes me feel like my very core, my essence is being wrapped in a warm blanket.

 

“H-how can I prove myself?” I ask, eager to make her truly mine.

I see my smile mirrored in her face as she responds once again, keeping intense eye contact with me

“Focus on me.  Focus on every inch of me that you can see” She starts walking off into another room “And follow me, of course” she glances back and gives me a wink before passing through the doorway.

 

I’m shocked to find myself faced with the beautiful woman now with one knee on a bed.  She took me into her bedroom?  This can’t be real, there’s no way she would let this happen so quickly or so soon.  But, as confusion and doubt fill my mind, they are soon washed away by her soul shifting properties of that angel’s voice.

“Lay down on the bed” she said.  Her voice was gentle and calm, but its enthralling power had grasped my mind, body and soul, fully.  I could no longer comprehend the concept of not doing what she asked of me to the best of my ability.  And so, with all doubt already erased from not just my mind but my memory, I gladly did as she asked, and laid on the bed.  I saw her smile She knew the power she had over me, and on some level, I think I did too, but, instead of distressing me that my free will had evaporated, I instead felt calm…and happy…and excited for whatever my goddess had planned next.

 

I watched on as the perfect lady removed her dress and revealed her form to me.  She was so perfect.  Her massive breasts, her beautiful face.  She pressed herself against her mirror as she danced for me, giving me the show of a lifetime.

“You like this, don’t you?” she cooed.  All I could do was give a small nod.  I was completely entranced by her in more ways than I thought possible. 

She looked into me and smiled in response to my weak nod.  She swayed her hips and she made her way to the bed before crawling onto it.  “Good.  And have you been focusing on my body like I told you to?”  Another pathetic nod “Good, in that case, now the real fun can begin” 



She gave me a gentle touch and I felt a shock, like static electricity except…nice…fulfilling…loving.  I could feel my body start to shift, with my chest feeling like I had had a belt strapped way too tight around it that was now finally coming loose and my cock got harder than it had ever been as it twitched and…shrank?

“Keep focusing on me, on my body, on my beauty” she whispered to me, washing away whatever other silly thoughts were occupying my mind.  This was not the time to get distracted by anything.  My goddess was performing a show for me, I must take in every last detail of her divine body.

 

She removed the remaining clothes and danced by the edge of the bed.  My eyes transfixed on her, etching every moment I could into my mind, focusing on every curve, every hair, every line, every detail that my mind could absorb.  Nothing else mattered, I needed to focus on her and her body.

 

After a few minutes of watching her, something began to happen.  I could feel the fog lifting slightly.  Tiny pieces of my previous consciousness was coming to the surface only to be erased by the tidal wave of her power.  Like tiny bubbles trying to form a foam on the water’s surface only to be popped as soon as they rise to the top.  I felt the last twitch of my cock before it completely retracted into being my new clit, just like the one I had been focusing on.  I felt my breasts finish swelling until they matched her flawless tits.  I felt my face finish morphing into an approximation of hers.  As the last of my old will and mind was forever erased, I realised that it had been replaced by a better one.  It was replaced by her will, by her mind.  We were now one and the same.  I smiled at my other self as she smiled back.

“Well, the face isn’t perfect, but that’s okay.  The transformation magic will fix it over the course of the next day or two.  How do you feel?”

I knew the answer she was looking for, she wanted to know whether my old mind was still intact “Finally worthy of being your valentine”, I said, confirming that my old mind was completely overwritten with her own.  There was nothing left of who I once was, only a memory that was disappearing from everyone who wasn’t one of us.

 

She beamed at a successful ritual.  I couldn’t help but join in.  I had the memory of finding that old spellbook, and the magic that it etched into her mind last week, as well as the lust for power that it granted us.  I lay on the bed, and started to smile as I bounced my new tits up and down.  She continued to smile as she climbed back onto the bed and lay next to me, with the two of us bouncing our tits up and down, until we were turned on enough to finally engage in the best part of valentine’s day.

After we finished our steamy selfcest session, we put on some matching dresses and decided to take some photos.  Of course, we couldn't help but cop a glance at one anothers' tits from time to time during our shoot, but with tits like these, who wouldn't want to stare.  

Once valentine's day grew to a close, we decided to experiment with some spells from the spellbook now that we technically had a coven, even if it was only a coven of two.

1 YEAR LATER

 

It’s been nice, having two of me around.  We’ve gotten the hang of some of the magic that was gifted to us by that book, but we want to move on to more advanced spells.  There’s a small problem though.  The more powerful stuff, like the worldwide mind enslavement spell we’ve had our eye on for a while takes more juice…more power…more casters.  And so, here I am, having rounded up some suitors.  They all think that they have a shot with me…well, they do…but only once we’ve finished making them all worthy of being our valentine's dates tonight. 









A New Set of Pipes

As far as he knew, Tom was just going to have another day on the job.  He’d gotten a call to check out an old studio apartment who suspected that the weird noises that they were hearing were due to pipes in the wall breaking.  The people who had been on the phone weren’t seemingly the brightest, having trouble answering some fairly basic questions about whether there was any water damage, so, he headed out to take a look himself.  It meant that he had to make more trips to his truck once there to get tools he needed, but whatever, he was on the clock while making his trips.  This was about as exciting as his life got these days, but as he got there, he noticed something strange.

 

The building was tall.  Fifteen floors of studio apartments, and as he made his way through the place, he didn’t see a single guy.  Every person who he passed was a young and beautiful woman, as far as he could tell, there wasn’t a single person in this building over the age of 25.  What was even more odd was that not only were these women all opening their doors to get a look at him when he would go within eyeshot of any of their doors, but they would often lick or bite their lips as they gawked at him.  Their slim figures with tit sizes ranging from a handful size to the size of beach balls tempted him to drop his professional demeanour, but, he marched on towards the upper floors of the building.

 

When Tom finally made it to the top of the building, he heard what the call was referring to, but it wasn’t what he expected.  Instead of the sounds that he expected with clanking or banging from failing pipes, there was instead a consistent buzzing sound behind the wall.  He spotted a small hole in the wall, so, he set up his ladder and started to climb.  Before he even got halfway up, he saw what looked like a wasp coming out of the hole in the wall.  It quickly flew over and stung him. Tom didn’t manage to make a sound in surprise before the effects of the magical wasp’s sting took hold of his body.

 

Within a split second, his hips widened which ripped the trousers he was wearing at the waist, then he lost a lot of his weight.  The trousers fell off and to the ground, but Tom didn’t notice, as his waist wasn’t the only part of him that was undergoing changes.  Near his now changed waist was his dissolving cock that let out waves of pleasure unlike anything Tom had felt up until this point as it shrunk, later to learn that this is what a female orgasm felt like.  His balls retreated deep into his abdomen and his sack left an opening, forming his, or rather, her new pussy.  Tits bulged out from his chest, as his mind was flooded with thoughts about lesbian sex and about how many beautiful sluts the new Tammie could fuck if she lured more people to this magical wasp nest.  The steel toe-capped boots turned into a completely different type of boot as his uniform, or, what was left of it, shifted and remoulded itself into a leather jacket.  The buzz cut that Tom had grew out into a luscious black and blonde hairstyle.


Tom’s boring life was officially over.  It was Tammie’s life now, and she was thrilled that things turned out the way that they did.  She began to remove what few clothes she still had on her as she could already hear some of the sluts in the building giggling as they came up to welcome their newest member to the fold, and show her just how exciting her life can be.

Lucoa Legion

"It’s only going to get better from here, I promise” She cooed.

To be honest, I wasn’t too sure as to what was going on.  My friends and I were simply out on the town when we were approached by what we at first thought was a just a busty woman cosplaying as Lucoa.  However, there was something alluring about her.  It was strange, as John and Mick were the first ones who got in on the action.  The odd part was that John was the gayest guy you’d ever meet, but even he wasn’t immune to her charms, and before any of us knew it, the two of them were spitroasting this woman.

 

Within a minute, the two of them had come and that’s when things got really strange.  Myself and Henry watched mesmerised the whole time as our friends came inside of this woman and then…they started to change.  The lost their muscles, their chests swelled to match her incredible bust and their cocks withdrew until there were only womanly slits left in their place.  We watched as their clothes shifted to match hers and their body hair vanished.  Throughout it all, all I could think about was fucking these lovely ladies.  A part of me tried to fight the urge, but it was too strong.  I knew what would happen if I gave into this instinct but it was simply too strong and the next thing I knew, I was fucking the Lucoa that used to be Mick as hard as I could.  I was desperate to cum.  Something about these women was driving myself and Henry to join our other friends.  The original woman, or, the one we thought was the original at least, was egging me on, winking at me as I railed her clone and gently running her hand up and down my cheek, showing off her tits.

 


 

When I came, it was unlike anything I’d felt before.  Like pure bliss and euphoria were a physical thing that I had just been completely surrounded by.  I felt like this feeling alone…this moment was too good for me to ever feel anything negative again.  Like the sheer volume of joy and happiness that washed over me would be enough to last me an eternity.  Words cannot describe how good it felt to join the ranks of the Lucoas.  What’s more…keeping this to myself…it felt selfish to the point of being evil.  One touch on any woman would be enough to endow her with this happiness and men would need to fuck me, but I was all too happy to comply.  We are building a better world…a world of joy and happiness and busty sexy ladies everywhere…a world far closer to perfection than our current one…

The rest of the night was a blur.  I must have turned a hundred more men before the sun came up.  By the time I’d gotten home and into bed, I was so tired…and yet, so happy for the part I’d played in freeing all of those men from their lesser forms.  Everyone in this world deserves to ascend to be one of us; and soon, their time will come.  As you might expect, there was a moment of panic when I woke up the next morning…the thought that it had all just been a dream was awful, but, as I opened my eyes, I saw that it was all true and real.  I sat on the edge of my bed and decided to take a peek at my new body.

 


 

It was amazing…but a better view was in order.  I got up and looked into a mirror.  Catching a broadcast saying that this Lucoa plague as the media was calling it had covered all of London and had also taken over significant portions of every major city in the United Kingdom with early stages of infection in every major city in the world.  Absurd.  These people were so silly.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  Those calling it a plague didn’t know what they were saying.  It was a divine blessing.  They would come to see that in time.  I knew it just by looking at my reflection.

 


 

There was no denying it that this form was beautiful and anyone who said otherwise was simply afraid of change.  It made my heart sing with joy knowing how many had already been cured of their ability to die, feel sadness and be unattractive.  I looked in the mirror a bit longer before making a choice.  Yes, my clothes were neat, sure, but stripping down would give any men I would come across easier access to fuck me and turn.

 


 

I stripped down and admired my reflection for a little while longer.  I look amazing, sexy, and I’m ready to spread my beauty to the rest of humanity.  With any luck, we’ll have spread this amazing blessing around the world by the end of the week.  So, what are you waiting for, come over and join me, and then you too can do your part in curing humanity!



A Look in the Mirror

Timothy slammed the door to his bathroom as he rushed in “Oh god!  God damn it, why?!” he muttered to himself.  He knew what was about to happen, as much as he tried to fight it.  He realised too late that the slut he had brought home from the club was one of them too late.  His cock was already inside of her pussy when she mentioned it.  Even as she remained quiet on the other side of the door, he knew that she no longer needed to do anything.

 

The cause of the new slut plague was unknown.  So far as anyone could tell it was some kind of magic or maybe even divine intervention.  All that was really known was the any person who made contact with an infected would quickly change themselves.

 

Timothy was hyperventilating.  He stared at his reflection in the mirror.  He did what he could to fight it.  It was no use.  His whole body tingled.  He crossed the point of no return the moment he first touched her soft skin.  Now, his own skin was softening.  His cock stayed as hard as it had ever been as it shrunk and took on its new form as a clit.  His muscles faded away and his chest swelled.  He couldn’t even take in the changes to his body as he stared at it morph.  His mind was going through a similar metamorphosis.  His thoughts of pretty much every single thing he longed for, ever interest he has, every person who he cares for…all were replaced in the space of a few seconds. 

 

Tiffany stared at the mirror taking her new form in.  All she wanted…all she would ever want from this moment forward, would be to bring about the slutpocalypse and then spend the rest of eternity in an orgy with her fellow sluts.  She adjusted her new clothes and headed out, eager for the day when she would no longer need to blend in to a world where men and non-slutty women still existed.


Magical Solution

Gemma had always been a bit of an oddball.  Over the past few months, however, she managed to find her way into a secret society of witches and had been learning magic.  Since then, she had been using magic to change various things she didn’t like.  As Christmas drew close, she realized that one thing she didn’t appreciate were all the boyish jokes and male forms of bonding her friends would do.  Gemma didn’t know how she ended up being the only girl in a pretty large friend group, but she was sick of it, so, like with a lot of her recent problems, she turned to her arcane studies to remedy the problem.

On the night of the winter solstice, just a few days before Christmas, Gemma headed out and cast the spell she could feel the overwhelming power that the solstice granted her.  It was intoxicating.  Originally, she was just going to have the boys turn down their boyish and more brutish traits, make them a little bit more docile, but as she took in the power of the longest night of the year, her whole mind changed in more ways than one.  It twisted her, her tits expanded, her hair and eyes turned an icy blue and her urge to turn down a few small personality traits in her friends turned into a whole new plan for the boys.

 

 

Gemma handed each of the boys a box that she made.  They were all surprised at how light the boxes were, but they trusted that Gemma had gotten them something they would enjoy.  They all opened their boxes and a stream of magical energy that had been contained in each box went straight into each guy.  The energy then searched their minds until it found exactly what kind of women each of the boys liked most and made that their new form.

 

Allan was the first one to get hit by the energy.  The internet had given him the idea for his female obsession of a “big titty goth gf”.  The magic felt what he liked and got to work, swelling his chest to a generous size, growing out his short brown hair and turning it black.  He didn’t even notice his cock withdrawing into the size of a pea or his new pussy forming under his clothes.  He was too concerned at the fact that his chest was growing so much.  There was a bit of pain as his new breasts came in but that pain disappeared as soon as the shirt he had been wearing couldn’t take the pressure anymore and was ripped apart by the new woman’s tits.

 

Alice looked down her body, her mind kind of hazing over.  She would have put up a fight, she hadn’t wanted this, but…her head…she felt her wants change…she went from hating this to this being the best thing that’s ever happened to her.  Her love of cars and technology waned until it was completely replaced by a new love for the occult and dark makeup and clothing.

As a final touch, the magical energy added a twisted smile painting to Alice’s facemask and turned her Santa hat black before being satisfied that its work was done on this now fine lady.

 

Andrew was a fan of the rough and tough kind of girl.  Not one who would get into fights, but one who would be on the arms of some mobster, with tattoos.  The femme fetal who would lure unsuspecting men to the guy who will break their legs for not paying their debts on time.  The energy started to get to work but then it noticed something else.  Andrew was also really into east Asian women.  Korean, Japanese, Chinese, the like.  So be it then, if that’s what Andrew likes, that’s what he’ll become.  The energy got to work, changing the shade of Andrew’s pasty white skin into something a bit more to the taste of his women.  His bald head sprouted black hair which grew quite a bit before stopping halfway down his back.  Andrew didn’t have much of a preference for boob size, but it wouldn’t help be still be pretty generous, just to make sure nobody ever thought that Andrew was a man again.

 

Like Allan, Andrew tried desperately to fight the magic in the split second he had to react, but it was no use; before he could say anything, the energy was turning his body into that of a lady, he could feel his new wet pussy between his legs as his mind fogged over.  Having only ever spoken English before, it was strange for Andrew to suddenly get flooded with new linguistic information.  His English became basic, after all, why would a lady like herself need English when she didn’t deal with English speakers?  Her Korean, Japanese and Chinese became perfect, as did the knowledge she had on the ins and outs of how the Yakuza works and operates.  She worked for them now.  She knew of her previous life but she also knew that the memories of her new employers had been altered to accommodate the lifestyle she was now going to be living.

Finally, for good measure, the magical energy put some tattoos on the new woman’s flawless skin.  With that final touch, Yukiko was done and ready to soon be heading to Japan to really start her new life.

Then there was Harold.  He was certainly not the brightest person in the group, but he knew of this weakness.  He kind of liked it in a way, because the kind of people he liked to be around were people who were smarter than him.  He wasn’t dumb by any means, but there was nothing he liked more than picking the brain of someone more intelligent than himself.  This actually bled into what kind of women he liked.  He liked the company of not just women with fairly large chests, but also women who were as smart as possible.

 

The magical energy had its work cut out for it, given the lack of an upper limit on a trait like intelligence.  As a result, the energy first got to work on his mind, changing it around and shifting it.  This actually confused Gemma as she watched her friends change because Harold seemed to be unaffected by the magic at first, but the truth was that this set of energy was working harder than any of its counterparts flowing through the bodies and minds of the others.

Any sign of any misinformation about the world that the magic could find in Harold’s brain was cast out.  Various facts and formulas flooded his head, his reasoning skills of all forms, be it logical, emotional, special, all went through the roof as the magic did its work.  Once the magic realized that it was starting to run a bit low on energy and still had the body to do it figured that this level of intelligence would have to do.  Of course, it covered the basics that Gemma had programmed into it, like sluttiness and a love for being female.

 

Harold’s hair grew like all of the others, his chest swelled, his cock withdrew inside of him and he got a new pussy that was just begging to be played with.  He got a pair of glasses as his eyes weren’t as able to see as they had been before.  After all, what’s a genius girl look without glasses?

It wasn’t long until Hannah landed a high end job as a chemical biologist.  She had been offered a job at CERN with her IQ being somewhere around the 300 mark, but she didn’t really want to move all the way to Switzerland.

 

Hannah’s conduct was considered questionable at best given that she was not the biggest fan of covering up more than she needed to.  Being a well-endowed woman and walking around the cafeteria in her birthday suit was certainly an eccentric behaviour, however, nobody really said anything given that when it came to smarts, no known human came close to her.  Besides, not like her male, socially awkward co-workers didn’t appreciate the show.

  

Charlie was the opposite of his friend when it came to taste in women.  He was a fan of the bimbos.  The magic had no trouble fulfilling that criteria.  Unlike all of the others who remembered their past lives, Charlie had his head messed up enough that it didn’t really stick anyway.  His chest expanded in a far less natural way than any of his friends as fake tits grew out, coming out far perkier than any pair of tits their size could ever hope for naturally.  His hair turned black and blonde from its previous ginger.  His lips swelled, his face shifted around and got various chemicals inside of it, pointy nails appeared on his hands.  So much of Charlie’s new look was completely fake, but that’s how he liked his women, and the magic was happy to give him thousands of dollars’ worth of plastic surgery in just a few seconds if that’s what he liked in the ladies.

 

Candi looked forward shocked and confused.  She had no idea what the hell was going on or what she was meant to be doing.  That soon faded though, since the thought of sex came into her mind.  Men or women, she didn’t care who she fucked, all she cared about was that they were hot.  She looked around the room and saw a bunch of hot women standing there, perhaps she could convince them to get into an orgy with her, she thought.

She licked her Botox filled lips at the idea.

Callum was probably closest to Charlie in terms of taste in women.  Callum was a big fan of party girls.  The kinds that would go to clubs dressed up just enough to avoid indecent exposure charges and would be willing to go home with and fuck anyone who gave them any attention.  He also had a thing for large breasts.

 

The magic got to work on Callum.  It started with the chest, giving him tits that would lead to a rivalry as to who had the bigger boobs between the girl Callum would become and the goth Alice.  He tried desperately to push against his chest as it swelled but that did nothing except cause him to moan in pleasure as his newly sensitive breasts sent shots of pleasure in response to his attempt to stop them from ballooning out.  Callum tried to open his mouth to ask Gemma why she’d done this to her friends, but all that came out was a moan of sexual pleasure as the pressure on his new breasts was mixed with the pleasure of his new pussy opening up for business.  The new woman’s hair stayed the same colour but grew out past her neck, past her shoulders and still kept going.

 

The new girl tried desperately to ask her friend her to stop this again, but it was no use as just as her mouth opened again, the fog came rolling over her mind.  All of her previous interests disappeared in a moment, replaced by an obsession with parties, alcohol and fucking hot strangers.  She no longer wanted to go back to being a man, she no longer felt betrayed by her friend.  Instead, she went to hug Gemma to thank her for this amazing Christmas present.

 

It wasn’t long until Caroline found herself basically babysitting Candi at a new year’s party.  Caroline had no idea how Candi was going to get with anyone when she barely had the brainpower to string a basic sentence together and seemed obsessed with the word ‘like’.  Whatever, Caroline had already fucked three different guys that night and could feel their hot cum still inside of her pussy as she waited for her friend to figure out how to use words to proposition a strange to fuck them both.

 

 

John had been a bit of a slob his whole life, however, he had a thing for strong women.  He liked gym rats and his friends would often say that when it came to his taste in women, he was the definition of opposites attracting.  Gemma found this transformation particularly interesting to watch.  John was the only man to actually get taller, turning from a short fat man into a tall, blonde woman.  Jane’s tits weren’t nearly the size of some of the others in the group, but she certainly made up for that with her muscles.  Part of John wanted to fight what was happening to him, but ultimately, he didn’t put up much of a fight, not only because his lazy nature told him it was too much effort, but also because once he realised what was happening he knew it was the best way to stop him from dying of a heart attack by the age of 30.

 

The excessive amount of fat disappeared from his body and even though he grew about six inches his weight almost halves.  At least his chest felt somewhat familiar and unchanged, only now it was actually acceptable for Jane to have some tits.  She became obsessed with her gains, becoming as strong as possible and showing off her muscles to everyone she could.  Of course, much to her annoyance, she’d get kicked out of her gym if she went around naked and really showed off her body like she wished she could, so, she kept herself decent for the hours every day she spent at said gym.

Sebastian was someone who liked the innocent kind of girl with a ‘nice body’.  He loved the idea of corrupting an uptight woman into becoming a total slut.

The magic got to work on him and gave him the nice body he was so keen on.  He screamed out in protest as his new tits came into existence.  His curly short hair grew way out.  He was silenced by the confusion of a weight around his neck as a large diamond studded cross appeared as a necklace on him.  His clothes turned mostly black but with a strip of white cloth atop of his head.  His atheist male mind got twisted into that of a devout Catholic slut.  She worked so hard to keep herself in check, she knew her tits were big, but she believed being a nun was her true calling in her one and only life.  Little did she know how easy corrupting her would be; after all, Sebastian had never been much of a master of persuasion, so the bar needed to be low in order for him to have been able to fulfil the fantasy he would now take a very different role in.

 

Sabrina was ready to preach the word of god, and spread the good news.  Little did she know that it would take the other girls less than a day for the only thing for Sabrina to be spread to be her legs for both men and women; but, that would make her happier than this short lived life dedicate to a god she didn’t believe in before Gemma’s magic got to her.

Last but not least, there was Antony.  Antony was a fairly conservative man.  He liked the idea of just finding himself a good job so he could provide for a woman who would pump out his babies.  The magic knew what to do with this kind of mentality.

Firstly, Antony would need some nice tits for that nice body.  After all, a lot of breast means she can more easily latch on the babies she’ll be popping out.  Next, the hair needed to be long, since everyone knows that a woman’s hair is her crown.  Of course, the most important thing was making sure that she had a strong and healthy uterus.  She needed to be as fertile as possible for all those babies that she would be popping out.

Antony didn’t even know what was happening by the time Anna had completely taken over.  Sure, Anna, much like all of her friend impacted by the magic was into both men and women, however, she would only show her tits to her friends now and have that be the limit of how far she would go.  She needed to save herself for marriage with a man who hated contraceptives as much as she did.  A group of girls like all of her friends sadly were no longer able to get her pregnant.

 

Anna was ready to go and search for a good man with good values so she could stay at home raising the army of kids they would have together.

 

All in all, Gemma was very pleased with how her plan had turned out.  Her friends were now all ladies and she no longer needed to worry about them talking about all of that silly boy stuff.  One thing was that she was now feeling a little insecure about her chest size given what her friends all looked like.  Still, like with all of her problems, it was nothing that a bit of magic couldn’t fix…















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