The Sorting Stone

 

My friend James and I had been going traveling on our gap year together.  We were about ten months in when we discovered an abandoned temple.  We didn’t know what its purpose was, we were far from experts.  We were just two nerdy guys walking through the place, which looked like it hadn’t seen humans for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years.  Once we made our way through the temple, we found a small stone.  I put the little stone in my bag and didn’t think much of it until we’d gotten back home a few months later and James started asking me about it.

 

“Hey man, do you still have that weird blue stone that we found in that temple?  I wanted to take a look at it again.”  I paused for a moment before realising what he was even talking about, I took him to where I kept my bag and took the stone out for the first time since I’d put it in there.

“It’s so cool.  Mind if I keep it?” he asked.

“Sure” I said, not feeling all too attached to the thing.  Sure it looked nice but I wouldn’t really miss it, James seemed to be far more interested in having it than I was.

 

James reached down to take it from my hand, and as soon as he touched it, a bright light engulfed and blinded us.

 

In that moment, I was flooded with information about the sorting stone.  An ancient stone that had to power to shift around the traits of any two people that touched it at the same time and make them essentially polar opposites of one another.  That was the effect that James and I had unwittingly triggered when we both touched the stone at that moment.  Now, it was using its magic to turn these two scrawny nerds into two extremes.

 

When the light faded a split second later, I scanned James who had been morphed into a massive man made of pure muscle before looking down at my own body.  Figured that the opposite of muscular man would be a woman.  Not overly feminine though, I guess the stone didn’t have a whole lot of femininity to work with, so it’s not like my tits were all that huge or anything.  Still, we were both naked and I could see that he was getting horny.  Looking at my friend’s cock made me feel all tingly…I guess this is what it feels like to be aroused as a woman.  I smiled at the man

 

“Go on then, you’re still a man, aren’t you?  Take what you want, I won’t stop you.”

 

He gave a grunt and went on to pick me up.  It was at this point that I realised that he was now the brawn and I was the brains.  I pretty much had our combined intellect while he was probably barely literate at this point.  I would have continued that train of thought, except at that point, I felt his cock plunge into my brand new pussy and my concentration was broken.

 

 

Being carried around by this man while he fucked me made me really embrace my new sex.  I no longer had any wants or desires to go back to the way things were.  Instead, I was already putting that new brain of mine to good use, plotting and planning as to how I could make myself into a more extreme example of femininity while getting a harem of himbos like him.  The one with the brains gets what they want, meanwhile James here…well, he gets to share and watch me grow bustier, sluttier and smarter.  Maybe one day I’ll find someone I’ll consider worthy to make into my fellow genius slut, but we’ll see.  For now, I am just going to be carried around while I get fucked until I cum my slutty brains out.

The Death of a Man

 

My death came as a relief to me if I’m being completely honest.  My dementia had made living a constant cycle of confusion.  What I didn’t expect about death though, was that the moment I’d die was less like my soul just slowly climbing out of my body and more like an invisible bungee cord was pulling me away from my body.  One moment I’m lying in my bed, failing to remember my own name, the next I’m being pulled through the air seemingly at Mach 5 speeds, completely lucid for the first time in years.

 

At first, I felt myself being pulled upwards slightly, though I was traveling more horizontally than vertically.  After travelling for about a minute, I was only about half a kilometre above the ground, which considering the speed I was traveling at meant that I was hardly even going up.  Then, I started to go down at about the same pace I’d been going up.  My speed didn’t changed the whole time that this was happening.  I was confused to say the least though, why was I going down now?  Was this how I would spend the rest of eternity?  Would I get to ask anyone my questions about the afterlife or was this really all that there was to it?

 

Eventually, after some time flying around and flying through the air, then through the ground, I landed face first on the ground.  Finally, something solid.  I looked up to find myself at the feet of a familiar figure.  One that I hadn’t seen in about 6 decades.  What a crazy night that was in my mid-twenties.  The woman looked different than she did then, yet in a way that I cannot explain, I recognised her the moment I gazed upon her current, non-human form.

 

 

“Where…am I?  Why am I here?”  I asked, already pretty certain of the answer to my first question.  In response, the woman gave me a soft smile and paused for a moment before answering.

“You’re in hell.  Don’t worry, you were a good person, you’re here because all those years ago I tagged you to come here when you died…I tagged you to come to me.”

I was confused at her response.

“But…if I was so good then why didn’t I go to heaven?  Isn’t that where the good people go?”  I asked

Instead of answering my question straight away, she gave me another smile and lifted me off of the ground.  It was at this point that I realised that my soul wasn’t wearing any clothes.  She placed her hand on my chest and I felt a weird sensation wash over my body.  My whole body felt as though it was made of wax and was being reshaped.  I noticed that the feeling was strongest around my cock and chest as the former felt like it had been stretched out and the latter felt like it had been pushed in and now they were finally being set to how they were meant to be.

 

After about a minute of this weird sensation, I found myself finally able to move and control my body again.  The sensation had faded and the woman slowly removed her hand from my now swollen chest.

“Wha-?” I started to ask, only to be cut off

“Souls can be marked or tagged to come to hell by a demon such as myself.  At that point, if the soul leads a bad life, that soul is doomed to be tortured as it would be had the demon never tagged the person.  However, if the person lives a good life, then they come to hell and become a demon themselves.  And before you ask, yes, I was once human too.  I was also a man, but that was about five or six centuries before you were born.  I know how weird it is at first to get turned into a succubus, but I promise you’ll grow accustom to it.”  She gave me another one of her smiles, but for the first time, I honestly felt like it was genuine and that I was actually safe here and not being tricked in some way by it.

 

I took a moment at this point to take everything in.  This all seemed like a lot, but for some reason, none of this really felt overwhelming.  There was something that I hadn’t noticed since my transformation however…something different.

“I’m…so…horny” I told the woman “I’ve never felt this horny before…not even close.”

 

“Oh, yes, of course you are.  This is your new status quo I’m afraid.  As a succubus you will constantly feel the urge to go out and fuck people.  The more evil a human that you spot the more attractive they’ll seem to you.  The yellow eye on your chest will allow you to see their deepest fantasies and desires and you’ll instinctively use your shapeshifting abilities to take on that form, much like I did with you.”

 

“You look very different than you did back then.  I’m surprised I even remember…”

 

“Forgetting is a thing that mortals do.  Your soul remembers every moment of your life and beyond with perfect clarity.  Also, soul recognise each other by other means.  Means that we are not consciously aware of.  We call it the scent.  When you see a soul that you have seen before, be they human, demon, angel or otherwise, you will recognise them no matter what form they’re taking at that moment.  You will also find that we succubi all look the same, yourself included.”

 

I gave an absent minded nod to all of this.  Honestly, I hardly cared…there was one thing I really cared about at this point.

 

“I need…to go back…I need to find cruel men…cheating men…bad men…I need to fuck…please…” I begged her, the pulsing heat of lust beating within me like a wardrum.

 

The succubus gave a giggle and pointed behind me.  I looked back and watched as the stone wall behind me opened up.  The cool air of the surface world rushed in.  Before I knew it I was flapping my new wings, racing to the realm of the living to claim as many souls as I could.  Not that I cared about that, all I cared about was fucking as many strangers as I could.

NSA Breach

The situation was bad.  I had been remotely going through the hard drive of a suspect terrorist like I’d been assigned to do, flicking through every video and image he had saved on his computer when I came across a rather weird looking video.  I’d set my player to loop any videos since sometimes a video is only a split second long and it’s hard to tell what’s on there with a single playthrough.  This was the time that this bit me in the backside.

 

The video itself was only about three seconds long, but it was some weird, abstract pattern.  The moment I laid eyes on it, something primal and instinctive told me that I didn’t want to keep watching and I looked away from my screen.  Sadly, it was already too late for me.  My whole body was tingling, my body was shifting.  Even my suit was morphing.  I tried to do what I could do fight it, but there was just no way to do it.  Fighting what was happening to me at this point was like fighting the waves at a beach.  There’s just no way to do it.  Still, I had to warn everyone I could about the dangerous file that this psychopath had on his computer.  God knows where he got it from or how he would use such a thing.

 

I got my phone out and used it to send my boss an email telling him that it is an emergency and to get to my office as soon as possible.  I stood up to get away from my laptop to make sure that I didn’t accidently look at my monitor again.  I couldn’t turn the damn video off without risking looking more at it.  About a minute later, my boss came barging into my office.  By that point, the tingling had stopped for the most part.  My clothes and body had completely changed.  I couldn’t help but stand in a pose, it was like I was in some kind of trance that him walking in to my office managed to snap me out of.

 

 

“What the-  Who are you?!  How did you get in here?  Where’s agent Johnson?” My boss screamed at me.  A look of horror and rage sprawled across his face.  “I’ll have you arrested you bitch, you can’t just walk into the headquarters of the NSA and expect-”

“I am agent Johnson…sir” I cut him off.  The rage faded from his face but the shock remained

“What do you mean?  Agent Johnson was a man.  Forgive me missy, but you don’t look anything like him.”

“I know how it sounds sir but the guy I was investigating had some video on his computer and now I’m a total babe.  Don’t you just want to fuck me raw?” 

 

Something felt different.  It was as if I’d changed my perspective on life.  Like a change in opinion following an epiphany, except for pretty much every opinion I held.  After a moment I managed to snap myself out of it and process what I’d just said.

 

“It’s…it’s too late for me sir.  I can’t fight it.  But…you need to take off all those silly little clothes and fuck me until every last drop of your cum is inside me.” My ability to resist what was happening to me was truly at its limit at this point.  My body had been ravaged by this thing…whatever it was…meanwhile, my mind was hanging on by a thread.  Soon, this new me would completely take over and I’ll be completely converted into her in mind, body and soul.

“Get…away…sir…warn others…please stop just standing there already.  I know my pheromones are making you desperate to take your cock out and fuck me.  I want you to do exactly that, silly…what are you waiting for?” I stopped to consider why this man who was once my boss was fighting so hard against his urges before I got an idea.

I closed my eyes and pictured the pattern I’d seen that started my metamorphosis.  Really focusing on it.  I felt the tingling return, mostly around my chest and ass.  I felt both of those body parts expand as well as the clothes gathering them.  What I forgot to account for was the libido.  I was a horny slut before, but now I was a full blown sex addict.  My pussy went from damp to dripping at the mere thought of a man touching me.

 

I opened my eyes and walked over as slowly as I could bring myself to walk, my new G-cups jiggling with every step.  My pheromones far stronger than before, the silly man was no longer able to contain himself.  He took his cock out and I moved my soaked panties out of the way to let him impale me on his member.  I was in heaven.

 

After a few rounds of non-stop fucking, the man finally started to sway on his feet.  Weakened from the sex and the pheromones, I could begin phase two of my plan.  I led him over to my chair and pushed him down, then faced him towards my computer screen.  The video was still looping but since I’d had a man’s seed inside of my since I first saw it, the video no longer had any effect on me.  My ex-boss on the other hand, was completely vulnerable to its effects.  At first he tried to stand and look away, but weakened as he was, I was able to force him to keep watching.

 

After a few seconds, he stopped fighting it and I knew that his new personality had manifested herself and taken over.  I watched with glee as his clothes morphed into a set that matched mine for the most part.  I was ecstatic to see his chest swell, his hair grow, his face soften.  His cock withdrew pretty quickly and hid under a newly formed skirt so sadly I didn’t get to see the actual transformation from man into woman that he went through, but, I was still satisfied watching her chest.  First small little lumps, then larger, and larger and larger. 

 

After about a minute I closed the laptop, smiling at my new bff, mildly jealous of her massive new chest that made me look flat by comparison.  She smiled back, knowingly.  The two of us left the office together.  Down towards the office of another male agent.  We wouldn’t be turning this one, we just needed Amy to get her fill and seal herself in her new form.  Then, we’d see how much we could scam guys before we’d have to sleep with them for them to keep on giving us more free stuff.  Guys get so desperate for pretty ladies like us to sleep with them.  A sports car or two would be nice though, maybe some designer clothes.  To be fair, our supernatural pheromones would help us with being the sexy bitches we were always meant to be.

Joining the Sisterhood

A few months ago, I was a normal guy…well, fairly normal.  One thing that set me apart was that I’d always wished I were a woman.  For most of my life, the wish had just been there, in the back of my mind.  I’d have all kinds of fantasies about becoming a woman through some magical means but I’d never really speak out about it.

 

All that changed when I found out about a group called the sisterhood.  More specifically, some members found me and approached me.  They were beautiful, and more distractingly, completely naked.  They told me that they could sense my desire to become a woman.  I didn’t see the point of trying to lie to them and deny it, especially not when they said that they could give me what I desired.  I figured I had nothing to lose and they told me that they would want me to prove myself to them first.

 

Now, after all this time of running errands for them, they gave me a task which I found myself a little conflicted on.  They told me that I would need to go out and get my best friend to come to their hideout.  They told me that if I did this they would reward us both.  I struggled with the prospect for a little bit but my earning to become a woman that had been growing inside of me won out.  I told my friend to meet me at their hideout.  I told him that I found some hot women who were looking to get laid and I told him to hurry.  Sure enough, a few minutes later, he shows up and I take him inside to where the girls told me to take him.

 

When we get in, we see three other girls waiting for us.  Like all other members of the sisterhood I had come across in the past, they were completely naked and gorgeous.  They told my friend to sit in a chair in the middle of the room and told me to sit on the edge of the bed.  My friend and I complied, and I watched as they surrounded him and one of them put one of her breasts into his mouth.  My friend smiled and started to suck.  He gave a surprised look at the woman and then just closed his eyes and swallowed a few more times before she slowly withdrew from him and all the girls exchanged gleeful looks.

 

“Mmmm…I wasn’t expecting you to have milk but it tasted so goo-…oh…oh I feel weird all of a sudden?” My friend gave the girls a worried look as they start giggling to themselves “Wha-…Oh god…make it stop…I…I…I don’t want to-…” he trailed off as I watched with envy.  I’d seen this happen to a guy before when I asked for proof that these girls weren’t just leading me on and could actually give me what I wanted.  I knew what was happening, my friend was becoming a member of the sisterhood.  As the name implies, there are no men in the sisterhood.

 

He went silent as his whole body began to shift and change.  His clothes evaporated and his cock become stiff and stood to attention for a moment before he started to cum all over himself.  He looked like he was in paradise.  He seemed to be experiencing level of euphoria that I could hardly imagine as his cock withdrew, his chest swelled, his ball sack opened up, his features become far more feminine and he joined the ranks of the sisterhood.

 

 

I could tell by the look in her eyes that my once friend had also undergone some mental changes.  She looked at me, still with her own cum all over her body, as the other girls turned fawned over their newest member.  There was a look of lust in her eyes.  My mouth opened slightly, thinking that I’d finally be next, but upon seeing this my once friend burst into laughter.

 

“What are you doing, you loser?  You really think that we’re just going to turn you that easily?  Oh no, you still have work to do for us.  That wasn’t what my sisters meant when they told you that you would be rewarded for bringing me here.  I will show you gratitude just this once for making me into the slut I am now, but if you want to join us, you’ve still got a ways to go.  Now, strip and let me ride that pathetic cock of yours until you fill me with that useless seed of yours.”  She sighed as she stood up, and without giving me a chance to do it myself, she start to rip my clothes off of me.  A few seconds later, my cock was inside of her new pussy, she was screaming about how amazing it felt to be a woman.  I tried to go for her breasts, but she pushed me away.  She knew I’d do anything to get some fo that milk and become like her, and it looked like she was serious about not letting me do that just yet.  How long would I have to work for these bitches before they’d let me become one of them?  Why was my friend given a free pass to become one of them but after all the work I’d put in I was still stuck in this male body that I hated so much?

 

She laughed as she continued to ride me.

 

“God, you’re so pathetic.  It’s why my sisters haven’t changed you yet.  We turn men who don’t want to be turned, but since the curse that we spread prevents us from ever wearing clothes, we can’t really go out, so we find pathetic guys like you and make you do something useful with your lives by serving our greater purpose.  Don’t worry, one day, everyone in the world will join the sisterhood, including the pathetic little boys like you.  But, for now, your job is to serve the sisterhood and help us spread to those who wouldn’t normally come to us on their own without us exposing ourselves to the world too early.”

 

I was shocked.  These women had been using me this whole time for their own ends.  Was I really as pathetic as she said?  I figured that the best way to get what I wanted was to just leave at this point and not come back until they had me come over and turn me for free like they had done to my friend.  Still, the thought of becoming a woman, and after watching what happened to my friend and being ridden by this beautiful woman…it was too much and I exploded inside of her tight pussy.

 

As soon as I came, a wide smile spread across mistress’ face.  I felt weird, all of a sudden…limp…like I didn’t want to move.  I just wanted to lay there and stare at mistress.  Wait…mistress?  Why was I thinking of her as my mistress?  She’s my mistress!...wait…that’s weird…what’s going on?

 

“Silly little boy.  By coming inside of me, you’ve sealed your fate.  You don’t get free will anymore.  You serve me, you are compelled to do anything I tell you when I tell you, and I’m telling you to serve the sisterhood.”

 

“Yes…mistress…” I said, slowly.  I tried to fight it but there was no way I could.  Her word were ringing in my head.  Fighting against it was like fighting against the most primal survival instinct.  No matter what I did to try and stop myself from going against what she said or even suggested, it made no difference.

 

After a few hours of serving her in various humiliating way, she ordered me to go to bed.  I closed my eyes and I tried to think about how I could get myself out of this whole mess, but anytime I’d try, her words, telling me to serve the sisterhood started to blare in my mind like a siren, and my thoughts went to how I could best serve these women, no matter how much I tried to think of anything else.  Pretty soon, I fell asleep.

 

I woke up soon after, feeling groggy and tired.  Someone had turned the light on in the room.  I felt someone climb on top of me in my bed.  I opened my eyes to see a sister above me, her chest so close to my face.  I could smell her beautiful scent.

 

“I feel sorry for you, so here’s your chance.  If that mistress of yours hasn’t taken away your ability to do so, take a drink now and join us.  Otherwise, stay as you are for the next few years until she decides that she’s bored enough of you to finally let you turn…assuming she doesn’t tell you to get lost and never come back, that is.”

 

 

I heard the command ring through my mind once again.  My mistress’ voice telling me to serve the sisterhood.  Technically, that meant doing anything that a sister told me to do, and this sister was telling me to drink from her.  As soon as that reasoning crossed my mind, my mouth shot forward onto her breast and I started to suck and drink.  Her milk was absolutely heavenly.  I’d never tasted anything like it.  It was creamy and sweet.  I felt her lower her crotch down and impale her pussy on my cock as I drank.

 

“That’s it, drink up and lose everything that makes you so pathetic and weak.  Become one of us.”

 

I couldn’t’ say anything with her massive breast still in my mouth.  I wanted to thank her, but instead I just kept drinking, and a few seconds later, I felt the process begin.  I could feel my head be flooded with information about the sisterhood.  How they saw the world as sick and saw themselves as the cure.  How members couldn’t age or die but also any clothes they’d touch would quickly turn to dust.  I understood their endgame of wanting to make the whole world like them and go on to just live out eternity as sluts with orgies just randomly breaking out in the streets.  This was sounding like a paradise to me.  No wonder these goddesses didn’t want someone as pathetic as me coming into their ranks so easily.  I finally saw how weak I had been to serve them the way I had instead of being a real man and taking what I’d wanted.  As soon as I’d found out about how they turn men into sisters, I should have done everything in my power to trick one of them into giving me some of that milk.  Thank god this sister had seen me as too pathetic to stay as a man and decided to take pity on me and cure me/

 

My head was spinning with all of these new revelations.  What made things even more intense was the feeling that soon washed over me.  It was as if every cell in my body was having a hundred orgasms at once.  The pleasure was more intense than anything I had ever felt before.  It was the sheer volume of pleasure that made me realise that the transformation had expanded my mind exponentially.  Without that expanse, the pleasure alone would have driven me insane, probably turning me into a vegetable.  But now, I was a sister.  I’d lost not only my manhood but my humanity, and I looked forward ot doing my part to help spread this to the rest of the human population.  It was only a matter of time.  Soon, everyone would feel the pleasure I’d just experienced, and then they’d feel it every time they’d cum again for the rest of their unending lives.  And they will cum a lot.

 

My sister started to withdraw herself from me.  She started to leave the room before turning back to me just as she was about to go out.

“Don’t make me regret this, sister.” She said in a stern voice.  I nodded, knowing that I wouldn’t.  The pathetic man I had been was gone, and in his place was a bitch who was ready to go everything in her power to help the sisterhood and torment the kind of men that I had been one of for most of my life.  They deserved it, after all.

 

As my sister left the room, her pussy still dripping with the last piece of proof of my manhood, she turned off the light and I turned back to sleep, excited for my new life as a sister to really begin.

 

Upon waking the next morning, I looked in the mirror to examine my new body; see what I had become.  I fell in love with my new form right away.  I looked amazing.  My tits felt great, my long her tickling my back, my wet slit, ready and waiting to be played with by fellow sisters or filled with the cocks of men I’d enslave.  The prospects seemed endless.

 

 

I got up, feeling the milk slosh around in my new boobs.  Maybe I’d get lucky and get to turn some people into sisters soon.  Maybe some sisters would like to have a drink of my new milk.  I headed downstairs for breakfast to find my sisters all standing around a big pot.

 

“Good morning, sister” my ex-mistress said to me with a smile “Come, join us, we’re emptying our boobs.  All of our milk will be mixed together and split among the sisters as part of our breakfast.  It isn’t complete without all of our milk!” she giggled with an excitement I’d never heard in anyone’s voice before.  I walked over and  started to squeeze my milk into the pot as my sister had asked.  Indeed, this life was shaping up to be amazing, and I felt sorry for those who have yet to join in on it.