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  I was told before I became a witch that I would have to sacrifice my masculinity, but I never thought I'd become so gorgeous. As the coven accepted me, magic flowed from their cauldron and into my body, through every orifice and pore. The power tightened my muscles, constricted my bones, consumed my cock and balls. Every cell ignited with arcane power as I became the new me. There's no silicone or saline in these beautiful new breasts - they're full of magic.

Ever since he reached puberty, Tim's family curse had transformed him into a woman every full moon. Every change was different - sometimes he'd be tall, elegant and mature. Sometimes he's be a twenty year old sex bomb. He'd become Japanese, a latina, a dark skinned African woman - almost every race, age and body type. He found ways to enjoy them all, especially as the transformation induced a ravenous sexual appetite. But nothing gave him more satisfaction than becoming a large breasted woman. The feeling of big, heavy hangers stretching his skin as he changed was intoxicating. Even better was the sensation of his own tits slapping him in the face during a hard fuck...

All his life, Alan had felt different. He had been fascinated with Greek mythology since childhood, and when he finally achieved his dream of travelling to Greece to see some of the ancient temples he was on top of the world. Or at least, he thought he was on top of the world - the moment he entered Aphrodite's temple on Paphos he suddenly awoke to his true nature. A rush of ancient power, wisdom and knowledge flowed into him, igniting every cell in his body. His whole essence erupted with the hidden truth that he had been the goddess of beauty, walking the Earth in human form, all along. The form of Alan flowed into the sky, reconfiguring into the graceful, ageless beauty of Aphrodite. Gorgeous breasts, rounded and appealing, coalesced as the pale skin of his now long legs parted to reveal a sweet vagina. Aphrodite reclined on her throne, her robes and adornments appearing upon her body. Once more, she surveyed the throng of mortals below Olympus, with her knowledge of menfolk ref

Princess Catherine was shown to her new state room. The death of her uncle, the King of Darlandia, meant that she was now about to assume the throne - the first woman to do so in over a thousand years. The last queen had been the tyrannical Milena, said to have been as beautiful as she was cruel. After leading her small country to victory after victory and amassing a significant empire, she was killed by holy knights who claimed she was a witch. Darlandia remained, but it’s lands slowly dwindled. Catherine was nothing like her ancestor though - she was young, only 23, sweet natured, kind and demure. Her court attendant told Catherine that she should get comfortable in the regal gowns prepared for her coronation, sit in the throne and wield the sceptre of her family. In an antechamber, Catherine’s slim body was fastened into a tailored gown of the type expected by her people. Her maid placed the jewelled velvet crown atop her short blonde hair, and knelt before her proffering the ceremo

You met her on the subway, a bottle blonde vision who sat next to you between stations. You looked up from your phone to meet the gaze of the beautiful woman, but in her features you found an unexpected nervousness. Something about her just made you want to protect her. "Are you okay?" She shook her head. "I'm just worried," she said, forcing a smile. "Do you want to talk about it?" you asked. Soon you were deep in conversation - her boyfriend had threatened to dump her over her flat chest. You told her he was crazy - she may have been small-breasted, but otherwise she was an absolute knockout. "The thing is," she explained, "I've always been self-conscious about my body. I work out a lot, but surgery frightens me. I would actually like to have bigger boobs, but I just don't want to be bullied into it. I'm on my way to a consultation now. I just can't get that asshole out of my mind." You shook your head. "Don&#

The restless, jumpy feeling came over Milena again at around 11am. She tried to put it out of her mind, to stay busy and distract herself but it was useless. By the time she’d fed her family lunch and cleaned up, she was agitated and uncomfortable. Her thighs and pussy were burning, her lips were tingling and her breasts were itching inside her large, custom-made bra. “I have to go out for a short while darling, please keep an eye on the kids!” She was out of the door before her husband could respond, and in the car on her way to the health spa. She started the hands free phone and called Nika. “I’m on my way over. Can I see you?” “Look Milena, I have a very busy afternoon. We can’t keep doing this.” “Please, just half an hour. Please. You know what I need. I think you need it too.” “Milena, I…” “Nika, tell me you haven’t been thinking about me. Tell me you don’t want my tits in your mouth again.” At 2pm, Milena was in the physio waiting room. She was squeezing her legs together, getti

The producer, Barry, barrelled into the break room. "We've got a problem - you three come with me now." You'd already finished setting up the stage for Bong-cha's show, but you turned to your colleagues and shrugged before following Barry to the meeting room. Inside was a Korean man you'd seen around for the past couple of days. You'd assumed it was Bong-cha's manager. "Will any of these do?" asked Barry.  The man held his phone up to each of your teammates faces. "Not this one. And not this one." He did the same to you, and smiled as a blue light passed over your eyes. "This one will work fine." "Alright, clear off you two," Barry said, hustling your crew out. "You stay put. Sit over there." The Korean man came and sat next to you. "Bong-cha won't be coming today, so we need you to take over." You couldn't possibly do that. Bong-cha was an international superstar, having crossed over

(Warning! This story is a bit different to my others - it's violently painful and gory. Read with care.) You'd been sick for days. Shivering, sweating, no appetite, and with a nagging, knawing pain in your gut. Your nerves felt dull, and there was an ache in your jaw and shoulders. There was a doctor's appointment booked for Monday, but it was Friday and you weren't looking forward to the prospect of a whole weekend feeling this way. You took some sleeping pills, hoping to sleep through it. You woke 24 hours later in agony. Your jaw, your whole skull was vibrating in pain. Clutching your head you roared in pain, and then stopped dead as a tooth dropped to the floor. Then another.  "Fuuuuck," you sobbed, gingerly touching your mouth and dislodging almost all your lower teeth in one go. "No, no, no..." You ran to the mirror. Even apart from the blood dribbling from your gums, you looked terrible - thin, with saggy skin. The pressure in your head increa

You shouldn't have been rude. You were a visitor to the country. Manners are very important in Japan, and especially so where their magical creatures are concerned. Your behaviour in the fox shrine was outrageous, disrespectful. The kitsune spirit had to give you a lesson how to behave. Your wife, despairing of your manners, was telling you off in your hotel room when suddenly she went quiet. Suddenly, it was as if you couldn't understand what she was saying. Her anger, detectable in her tone, changed to puzzlement and fear. Something was wrong with you. You looked at your hands, down at your body. You were shrinking, your limbs narrowing. Your thick body, inflated by too many burgers and beers, was melting away. An unnatural cracking came from deep inside you. With horror, you understood it was the sound of your skeleton compressing. Your heart beat hard, fuelling an unwilling erection which spewed a thick, final load of your cum into your pants before shrivelling away to noth

Charlotte surveyed the guys at the Halloween party. The guy she picked would have to be just right; strong and with lots of energy, but not too domineering. She would need him to leave all this behind. In the dark, no-one could make out the careful details that she'd picked for tonight. Her costume, Wednesday Addams, didn't seem see-through. But it was. Luke had noticed Charlotte right away. He loved the goth look and tattoos, and her pigtails were the icing on the cake. She met his gaze across the room. Yes, she thought, he's the one. Soon she was leading him to an empty bedroom, her heart pounding. Pounding because she'd never done anything like this before, never seduced a man. And pounding because tonight she'd finally get the body of her dreams. Charlotte had long been unhappy with her body. She tried to love it, but never could, not really. She didn't want to be skinny, flat chested, and short. She wanted to be a goddess. And through magic she had found a

Sam had a shock the night his girlfriend Paula introduced him to her lover, Mr Bell. Paula explained, matter of factly: "What Mr Bell says, goes. He wants another bitch to suck him off, and he's picked you." Before he knew what was happening, Mr Bell jabbed Sam with a syringe, and Sam fell to the floor. Before he passed out, Sam could feel his body changing, shrinking, stretching. He awoke to find Paula dressing his nubile new female body in tight black clothes. His ears were pierced and beautiful red hair fell about his shoulders. "That's just stage one, baby. As soon as you get a bellyfull of his amazing cum, you'll understand that Mr Bell is the boss." Sam tried to fight them, but Paula grabbed him and forced his face onto Mr Bell's big cock. As they raped his face, Sam could feel himself becoming Samantha, loyal sex slave under the strange power of Mr Bell.

"Oh Christ... that's it! Fuck me! I can't believe how good it feels to have that long, smooth dick stretching my hole... Ever since I changed, I couldn't get the idea out of my mind. When I was a guy, I didn't want anyone anywhere near my butt, but as soon as I looked at my own gorgeous, round rear I knew I wanted this. I knew I would never be satisfied until I'd felt it... My pussy is flexing and clenching with every stroke! "So please, fuck my tight new asshole! Coat my insides with your hot cum and know you're the first to ever get up there!"

Cerebex was getting very popular. Expensive but widely available, it was a drug designed to focus the mind on work and achieving goals, and marketed under the slogan "Be the best you". I've always been a loser, drifting from one job to another, easily distracted and with no ambition, so I took Cerebex to help me in a job interview. I suffered an unexpected side effect, though - as I lay in bed, I could feel my mind whirling and churning, new ambitions bubbling to the surface from a part of me I'd always repressed. "I want it, I deserve it," the voice underneath my own said.  I felt sick for a moment, then unbelievable ecstacy as I spontaneously ejaculated what would be my last cumload as a man. My genitals shrivelled and withdrew into my body. My metabolism went into overdrive, hair and nails growing at an extraordinary rate. I could feel my bones shifting, legs lengthening, hips growing wider... my face contorted in agony as it reshaped into that of a beaut

Billy was trapped in a vicious circle. He found that when he was asleep, he could project his mind into his mom's busty, milfy body. He wasn't in complete control but he felt everything she did, and it was clear he was influencing his mother's behaviour. He could make her pick her sexiest lingerie, work his father into a frenzy with the dirtiest language, do the filthiest things. The sensation of his dad's thick, hairy dick fucking him into orgasm after orgasm was incredible.  So what was the problem? The more his mother fucked, the more Harry would jerk off thinking about it when he woke. And the more he jerked off, the more he slept. He soon found himself inside his mother's body during the daytime too. It was surprisingly easy to get her to seduce her masseur...  

Chrononaut Henry Rice dematerialized from the time machine's accelerator platform: he was being sent to the year 2840 on a geo-political reconnaissance mission. Exploring the timestream was a tricky affair, full of risk and ethical difficulties. The current program involved sending lone operatives into different eras covertly, and recalling them after a short period using a field of charged particles. Exploration of the future was particularly difficult, but the program pushed ahead, sending men and women further and further each time. No-one had ever gone this far before. When Rice was recalled, something astonishing stood in his place. A tall female figure with oddly even skin and a wild shock of hair stood where he should have been. The chrono control team all stood, aghast - nothing but Rice should have been able to return! She wore transparent plastic, revealing a perfect body with huge breasts, and a visor which covered half of her face.  "This form was nano-converte

  "Ha! Look at yourself. You were so skinny and puny as a man, your clothes can't even take a good sized pair of jugs without looking ridiculous. Well, I'm keeping my finger on the button that makes your tits grow, and I'm not taking it off until those beauties have ripped your shirt apart. Don't expect mercy just because I was your wife, Reginald. I'm turning you into a big titted, weak willed slut and I'm going to pimp you out to all your old friends for spending money. Ah! There go your buttons..."

Daphne and Sheila headed for Mike's house. While Sheila gazed dimly out of the cab window, Daphne turned the facts over in her head.  Something in the water was turning teenaged boys into sexy, mature women. The water in question was on the street where she lived. Or where the boy she had been lived at least. Besides a physical transformation, the change seemed to come with a mental satisfaction with their new bodies. Rather than just aging and changing sex, the transformation also brought with it modifications - breast implants, tattoos, hairstyling, manicures. It had happened eight years earlier in the same circumstances, and it was never explained or reversed. There was a seemingly common element - both the victim eight years earlier, and all the victims this time, knew the same boy. And that boy had not aged in the intervening years. What the fuck was going on? Mike answered his door. He was a good looking kid, always well dressed, and much more popular with the girls than Donn