Working Hours

Another short cap, with the setting that once a pleasure turns into your job it might not be as enjoyable... much less if forced to do so, but then again, each person has their own way to do things and deal with them XD. Also feel free to check out my friend's DA who has started to do some tg art! https://www.deviantart.com/grindingarts
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It was that time again… the clock just struck six o’clock and I gulped. Day after day I wished time just stopped and never moved again. That everything would stand still until I forgot my life. Until I broke down and all that was left was an empty shell that felt nothing of it’s pitiful situation.

But that was nothing more than wishful thinking, my desire to break free from this accursed fate that I endured. Why did I do so? Where did I go wrong to end in this place? I knew the answer to these questions, all I had to do was ask them and soon enough regret and humiliation would fill my entire being.

It starts like any other story, guy meets girl, girl is really attractive and has expensive tastes. Guy tries his hardest but isn’t getting enough to sustain it, so he does something stupid. Gets indebted to the wrong people, girl bores of guy and leaves him. Guy gets depressed so he gets fired from his work. Debts grows to an insurmountable degree. Guy is taken by creditor’s goons. Is given a way out working for creditor or death. Guy picks work, though he wishes he had picked death…

Now you might be asking what this awful work might be? Let me say it involves dressing up and being undressed… over and over again… adding services on top, usually on top of the client, that would make any woman feel sick to their stomach…

From this you would think I look quite feminine, but that couldn’t be furthest from the truth. I prepare for the clients, every day I go through the same. Arrive an hour early to my “office”, get undressed and wear the bracelet that my employer handed me. My heart would stop as I took a deep breath, in preparation for what was to come. Steeling myself before slipping my hand into the bracelet, which stretched with an unnatural feel that sent shivers down my spine, as if touching the insides of a frog.

The moment it touched my wrist was when things turned for the worse. The bracelet would clamp down on me, with lots of tiny needle like things piercing into my flesh. Then sending jolts into my body, burning me inside out as they traveled all the way from my arm to my head and my feet. With each jolt my body would convulse, harder and harder making my skin compress my body until my bones cracked from the pressure. My skin becoming softer and spotless while my frame turned smaller. My hair growing longer and smoother while gaining a blond tinge unlike my brown hair. My chest and butt would inflate like balloons, until taking the shape of big breasts and an ample ass that men would love to grope. My face would reshape, giving me a smaller nose, a rounder chin, soft and puffed lips and remove any defect from my skin. The process would end with my manhood being pulled into my body, then chopped and repurposed into a vagina.

Nothing of this process was enjoyable, only feeling as microscopic machines tore at my body until it became a form apt for the job. This whole thing would take a mere minute, as I would spend the remaining time to recover from the pain and then get ready for my appointment. My outfits would always entail tight clothes that covered as little as possible and hugged my new body shape.

As I stared into the mirror while putting on makeup I would get the urge to throw up, as images of my past customers flashed into my head. All the spots that had been defiled by their awful members, the lack of emotions other than disgust as they shoved their cocks into me over and over again… until their time was up. Then I would have to bath, prepare again and wait for my next appointment.

The moments before the men arrived was the worst, as I struggled to put on any face that hid my repugnance. Failure to do so would make me stay in this body for longer than my shift, as the goons taught me how to smile again… So once more I tried my hardest, made a crappy smile and asked for the first of many to enter my “office”...

Punished

Hey there again! Another short story, hopefully one that can be enjoyed despite it's flaws. As usual I don't own the image.
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Jayden and Kyle were two childhood friends, since the day they met they would be found together. Coupled with their predisposition to get into trouble they were known for their antics and disliked by most.

They would do just about anything, from vandalizing cars, painting pets, stealing what they found to return it shortly after with unlikable surprises. Watching their victims become infuriated, upset or break into tears would always make their day. Ending their day of pranking at whatever fast food place they fancied on the day.

And while they loved it, they still felt things going stale from time to time. This however didn’t mean they stopped. Instead they would search for a new target to prey on and get a new reaction from.

The days during which they searched for new victims were the most peaceful ones, as they would spend their time walking while scouting houses and their owners in search of those they would enjoy getting a reaction from.

After hours of walking and finding more of the same, they decided to take a rest outside a store. Eyeing those who went inside and came out. As they discussed new pranks to terrorize people with, an old woman came out of the shop. Her stride and movements made her appear even weaker than she appeared, which sparked inspiration in both of them. They had found their next target.

They waited for the woman to take some distance from them, before getting up and stalking her back to her house. The one which wasn’t that far away from the store, yet couldn’t be more different from it. The house was big, with stone covering all the walls, with doors and windows so outdated they thought must be at least sixty years old. The perfect object for a new prank.

They spent their next day preparing paint, spray cans and other tools for their next hit. Then heading to the house, setting camp outside until the woman left in order to break into it and set up their prank. After waiting for a few hours the woman left, and once she was out of sight they got cracking. Unlocking the door and entering the place. Placing their supplies inside before closing the door.

While Kyle began to open the paint cans and selected the spray paint he wanted to use, Jayden scanned the place. The place was dark despite the windows and doors. The walls were covered with strange paintings, depicting women in odd positions and wearing tight outfits while being bound with ropes and cuffs. Jayden told Kyle about it, pointing out what a freak the woman must have been during her younger days. But Kyle wasn’t interested in it, he wanted to mess the place up and couldn’t wait anymore.

As he picked an open paint can to toss at the walls a cold sensation came over his body starting at his hands. Looking at them he stared in horror as the paint slowly crawled up his arms as if it had a life of its own. His screams of pain as the paint reached his shoulders and started to cover his chest made Jayden freeze on the spot, unable to comprehend what was happening to his best friend. As the paint covered his chest and back, Kyle felt his ribcage being compressed, leaving him breathless while the paint kept creeping over his body.

The muffled moans of Kyle brought Jayden back from his dazed state. Trying to pull at the curtains to use to wipe the paint from Kyle. But as he grabbed the curtains, he felt as they grabbed him back. He tried to yank himself away from them with all his strength, but instead he was dragged closer to them. As the curtain enveloped Jayden, he managed to get a last look at Kyle, who was fully covered in dark paint and on the ground.

The curtain covered Jayden entirely, twisting more and more around him. His bones cracked while his muscles shrank. The same thing kept happening for minutes, hours or even days. Jayden was unable to tell as he lost consciousness a couple times, each time feeling more constricted.

It had been long since his mind wandered off into a fantasy of his own making, in which Kyle and him succeeded on their prank and were back at some fast food place, celebrating their last hit. Going on with their routine until the sound of someone clearing their throat brought him back from his daydream and into his current position. “Oh dear… you two naughty ones should be taught not to enter someone’s house when they aren’t around…” The woman could be heard saying, her voice changing with every word, becoming softer and more alluring.

“Come down dear, let me see you now…” the woman said as the curtain’s grip started to come undone on Jayden, until he was left back on the ground, though his footwear felt odd as there was a pressure on his heels he had never felt before. Jayden turned around to look at the woman and Kyle, yet in their place were a stunning blonde in a tight blue dress and besides her a brunette wearing a black latex bodysuit and really high heeled black latex boots.

“Well well well… you came out as well as your friend. Now, I hope you learn not to enter someone’s abode without an invitation, though I’m sure you both will get a good number of them looking like that. Come back in a month, if you have had enough and have been a good girl I might consider turning you both back, but for now I must bid you adieu…” The woman said gesturing towards the door, with me and the brunette walking out as she had asked.

I looked down at myself, my body now had a feminine shape, with breasts and a clit that was rubbing against the bottom zipper, which made me feel weird… though clearly not as much as the other girl, who was probably Kyle. She had been fondling herself since the moment we walked out the door and moaning loudly until a man who was walking by stopped to look at us. Kyle went down and spread her legs, inviting them man to help her with the zipper and her horniness, while I could only look down at my body in shame, knowing that if I saw Kyle be fucked I wouldn’t be able to keep myself in check either….

A Birthday Wish

A little birthday gift for the lovely Angel from http://angels210.blogspot.com/ 

If you haven't checked her blog you should go there now!
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 What can you do? It started as a random thought, a spur of the moment kind of thing that you simply dismissed as you knew better, but it just kept sneaking up on you whenever you gave your mind a moment to play it’s games on you.

Random thoughts turning into daydreams that would plague your nights until morning. Finally giving in to these joyful glimpses of happiness that you refused to yourself considering that the one they were about would never see you as you did.

Yet you couldn’t stop thinking about it, even as you met her for your birthday. There stood Jess, as charming and loving as you knew her to be, gift in hand for the joyous occasion. And when it was opened, revealing the cake within it you looked back at her with a puzzled look on your face.

Her soft giggles as she teasingly uttered “I’m your gift silly.” This made you smirk and turn to the cake that now had a lit candle, prepared to be blown in hopes of your wish. One you had set on months ago. To be able to be with your beloved as she would have you. And that was all it took, as a tingle started to take over every end of your limbs.

The feeling of your skin softening and compressing the rest of your body, making it smaller and daintier. Pushing your hips and chest outwards while removing your adam’s apple. Your height struck down until Jess was taller than you. Soft and long hair sprouting from your head, turning a lovely scarlet color.

As you opened your eyes, the smile on her face beamed upon you and pointed downwards, inviting you to look at your body. The new sight that met your eyes as you checked yourself was breathtaking. The dainty figure, perky breasts, long scarlet hair reaching past your shoulders and down below an unfamiliar breeze going through your thighs. Knowing what was there before no longer was, in its place the tender female slit.

The disbelief you felt as you stroked yourself with your soft and slim fingers, exploring this alien body that yet felt so right… a smile taking shape upon your perplexed face as you did so, until the sensation of Jess’s hands over you brought you back to the person standing in front of you. “I’m glad you are enjoying your new self, but I would love it more if you paid more attention to me….” She said softly, while sliding her hands down your arms until they clasped your own.


“But… isn’t it weird?” You asked shyly, doubt filling your mind. “I’m not this… I just don’t belong with you--”. You were saying before being cut off by her soft lips upon yours, the sweet feeling stopping the thoughts.


“Don’t be silly, you are an angel and now you get to show everyone what I have always known…” Jess said while kissing you again, her hands reaching towards your hips now. “That you are my angel and always will be…”


The sound of those words being said in her sultry voice filled you with glee and made you blush from top to bottom. Yet those words kept ringing inside your mind for a while before a thought creeped into your mind. “Hey I like that quite a lot… being your angel… it has a nice ring to it…” You said shyly, waiting for her to laugh but instead she merely smiled.


“I think it suits you love, and now it’s what I’ll call you just to remind you that you are Angel. My one and only Angel…” She whispered before kissing you on the lips once more and placing her hands around your hips. “How about we head to bed and take the next step?” She uttered softly.

You merely nodded and followed her along. Your wish coming true and your life turning into one of happiness as you became the wife of your beloved. To be together until death do you part.