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Barbra examined the choker with a wary eye. she was supposed to be shopping for a birthday gift for her boyfriend, but something about this choker had caught her eye and was slowly catching her brain. The choker was not her style, and was so over the top she wasn't sure it was anyone’s style. Bubblegum pink, with the word Barbie on it in rhinestone encrusted letters styled to match the font of the namesake toy. Still something about the choker’s honest unblated gaudiness made Barbra’s head swim; she had to have it. Taking the choker to the register, she had it scanned then removed the tag and slipped it around her neck. shuffling the ends of her short brown hair, she locked the clasp into place.

Barbra found herself admiring her new bling in a jewelry mirror by the counter. It was so tacky it made her smile. “Here is your change. Have a good day Barbie.” the clerk said.

Barbra felt a numbing tingle run up her spine, ending in a relaxing brain fog settling over her mind. every ounce of stress left her body leaving her floaty and relaxed. The one exception was her clothing; it felt a little tight particularly, around her tits and ass. Her nipples felt incredibly sensitive and it took a fair bit of will power to stop herself from rubbing them right in the middle of the mall. Chalking the feeling up to fatigue Barbra decided to treat herself to a coffee, something strong and bitter to wake her up.

Walking toward the coffee shop she called her boyfriend Darryl “Hey babe what’s up” he asked answering the phone

“Not much just shopping, has anyone told you you are a pain to shop for?”

Darryl laughed “from you baby it's not that hard just wear that red dress i like with the bow on the back. You are the only present i need”

“You hornball” she said laughing “maybe if i'll get a nice set of fake tits and call that your present,oh hang on a sec. I have to order. “

“What can I get for you?” the barista asked

“Um a red eye black please”

“Got it. Name?” he said, eyeing the out of place choker around her neck

“Barbie '' the name came out instinctually followed by a giggle. The tightness in her shirt and pants intensified and something about her head felt wrong. she shook her head making the pair of long blond pigtails dance around her face cutely.

Returning to her call they chatted for a bit while her order was prepared

“Order for Barbie!” the barista yelled.

Baraba’s world spun like she was drunk. A strong sense of vertigo overwhelmed her like she was suddenly a foot taller. Stepping over to get her drink, her pink platform heels clacked on the tile floor. “Like here!” she said, picking up her iced frappuccino, Taking a sip she nearly gagged on the sweet liquid in her cup. “hey” she said to the barista “This totally isn't my order!”

The confused barista checked the ticket and showed it to her “one skinny Iced mocha latte for Barbie '' she read. Barbra face suddenly felt heavier particularly in the lips and eyes. She fluttered her long lashes at the barista. “I like ordered the unicorn frap since it matched my outfit” She gestured to the baby pink t-shirt she was now wearing with the word Fake emblazoned tightly against tits that were not larger than her head this morning.

The barista rolled her eyes at the walking sex doll in front of her “That's what I gave you Barbie” with a blink of her heavy lids the drink was in fact the proper bubble gum pink color. She smiled as best she could through her botox frozen face “Sorry I can be a bit of a ditz sometimes' '. she said before clacking away from the counter. Now refueled with a surgery drink she passed a store that had a mirror in its display. Barbra for the first time saw the full effect of all the changes: a heavy make-up caked face, frozen with plastic surgery. framed by a pair of high blond pigtails that tickled the underside of her chin when she shook her head. Her chest was now a pair of fake looking bolt ons and a tapered waist ending in a pair of pink cheeky shorts that did little to cover the BBL she was dragging behind her. On the very bottom was a pair of pink platform heels that clacked cheaply with every step she took. The entire package was wrapped up with trashy looking rhinestone bangles, wristlets and belts. This body was sex on legs designed to make cocks hard and pussies wet. The shock of the transformation was enough to cut through the pink fog that was settling around Barbra’s brain. The changes and weird feelings she had had led her to a single conclusion: The choker. The pink fog was rapidly refilling her brain making her thoughts slow and simple. The choker was turning her to this, this bimbo! She tried to remove it but her long claw nails couldn't press the release button.

She stamped her foot and pouted what had she been doing again? She pulled out her phone and dialed the one person who could help her “Hey Darryl?” she said.

“Yes, Barbie” her boyfriend said At the sound of her name her tits doubled in size again and her lips puffed up into a keyhole pout. “I need your help! something is happening! I bought a collar at a weird store and it's doing something to Barbie! And Barbie can’t stop it! please come Daddy! I'll suck your cock so good if you help!”

Those were the last words she would be able to say easily when her lips puffed up further making talking difficult. “Don't leave the mall” her boyfriend said “I'll be right there”

“Like thank you Daddy” she forced out. These lips were made for one thing and it wasn’t talking. Settling her inflated rear on a bench she noticed something that she had missed before, Something hard stiff was in her ass. Squeezing her rear she could just make out the shape. It was a butt plug. Rocking forward just a bit she let out a gasp. The tip rubbing inside her gave her the ghost of an orgasm. the pink fog intensified at the feeling. her body shivered suddenly feeling pent up like she hadn't orgasmed in weeks. Thoughts of all the yummy edges she had been having flooded her mind. She sipped her drink through the straw, having something between her lips to suck on felt so right.

A mother and her daughter walked by her. “Look mommy! the girl said. “That lady looks like a Barbie!” the mother sniffed. “Looks more like a harlot to me but come along child”

Barbie's phone beeped and she felt something begin to vibrate in her panties. One hand found its way to her breast while the other slipped between her legs teasing herself close to an orgasm. She would stay nice and wet for daddy once he arrived. maybe she could convince him to fuck her in the bathroom, that would be fun! She opened her eyes hoping someone would see what a horny slut she was. What a good bimbo she could be. the quiet mmhs build to moans that steadily grew in volume. She was so close. she need to fuck. She needed cock.

“Barbie?” Barbie’s eye shot open as a screaming orgasm nearly escaped her lip.

She looked up and saw Daddy standing over her confused. “fuck me?” she asked. Eyes pleading for him to understand what she needed. “Fuck me?” she begged. Hefting her oversized ass off the bench, she shook it for him desperate for something to fill her. “Fuck me, FUCK me, FUCK MEEEEEE!” were the only word she could force out of her lips.

Darryl looked at her confused. “What happened to you?” He saw the clasp of the collar around her neck “That’s right. Hold still I’ll give you what you want” he pressed his denim covered cock against the fabric of her shorts. Her body instantly stilling in response. A few second of fumbling and she was free. Her body began to feel lighter, while her brain felt faster. her love doll curves shrinking back to her normal proportion. her clothing becoming the jeans and t-shirt she had arrived at the mall in. The only lasting change was the butt plug, she could still feel it inside of her and she was surprised to find she didn’t mind it. Darryl looked on in shock, until the changes finished. “Are you ok to drive?” he asked cautiously.

“I think so,” she said, rubbing her head.

“Looks like you found the best birthday gift for me after all” he teased trying to lighten the humiliating experience she had just been through. She threw her arm around him for a comforting hug and snuggle at his joke “maybe i did. and if you're good i'll put it back on later with that red dress you like so much”.

He pulled her into a tight embrace “Best gift ever”.

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This was so much fun to write, I drew heavy inspiration from an (AB/DL) story The Magic Collar by https://www.deviantart.com/peculiarchangeling check out their stories if you are into that sort of thing

Also I have no clue who the model in the picture is if anyone knows let me know so I can credit them

TG 218: Nine Nights

A patron reward for Thesimio!! Thanks so much! :) This story features a white man unexpectedly becoming a Jamaican woman while reluctantly traveling solo.

Features M2F + race change

A piggy pig princess (Woman into pig TF caption)

“What’s up fun-fam! I thought y'all would like to see that I do more for Daddy then just pleasure his cock. I also help out with the laundry!” Sky made sure to put in a little extra jiggle for the camera as she bent over to put her outfits into the dryer. She could feel all her fans staring at her panties under her skirt. It made her feel so yummy. 

Over his monitor Tom watched as his bimbo fiancée prance around their laundry room: putting on a show for her followers. Skyler had been so smart once, dressing in power suits and other such professional clothing. “Clothing makes the woman” she said to her mirror. Tom had decided to take her up on that challenge. Using his skills as a chemical engineer he had formulated the detergent that she was now erotically sniffing for her cam fans. “Mmmh I just like love this special detergent Daddy made for me! It makes everything smell like bubblegum and cotton candy!” The detergent slowly changed her clothing with each successive wash. Her skirts grew slightly shorter, stockings grew longer, underwear got racier. And as the clothing changed, so did the woman. Wearing the outfits Skyler began to focus a bit more on her appearance, applying just a bit more makeup to match her changing wardrobe. Soon she began buying more clothing that suited her changing fashion sense. As her outfits changed Skyler noticed that the way her coworkers treated her changed along with it. Stares at her rear or chest became increasingly frequent. Men around her seemed more friendly and eager to help her. 

After loading the clothing and closing the lid Sky looked at the camera “hey you guys wanna see my impression on a washing machine? She began to rotate her hips sensually humming a Selena song when she got a full turn around she flipped up her mini skirt showing off her glistening pussy to her horny viewers.

 The next load of laundry moved her wardrobe another notch sluttier. Her skirts became so short and tight the tops of her garters came into view and if something was on the bottom shelf it was clear that her panties had become a thong. Skyler didn't seem to notice. Of course she loved modeling even skimpier outfits for Tom. an old tshirt of hers had shrunk to a short tight belly shirt that showed off her beautiful tits.

 Does this skirt make my ass look big? She asked the camera  shaking her rear for the viewers she giggled at that “clothing does make the woman” he thought “a few cycles ago she would have been furious at me for recording this on my phone” he thought. The fourth load saw the addition of stripper style heels to her wardrobe. She loved click-clacking around the office watching as her boss smiled as she went by him.

Watching his fiancee masturbate on top of the vibrating washing machine made him think  back to the day she had gotten fired. Her once professional suits had gone through five slutty cycles and were starting to look like fetishwear and lingerie. On that fateful day,  some high up had walked in on her sucking her boss's cock under his desk, wearing a white t-shirt that said Bimbo in barbie script and a mini skirt that stopped at the crest of her ass. She then tried to suck the Higherup’s cock to become his exxx-cutive assistance.

 When she had gotten home she didn't seem to really understand what had happened. Only that it meant she had more time to go shopping for hot outfits. Those shopping trips were what caused Tom to make her only fans’ mostly to offset the bill she rang up at the mall. Ending the stream she prance into his office and kneeled between his legs, ass wiggling invitingly for his cock. she looked so fuckable like that. the scraps of clothign she had only enhancing her sexual need, rather then hiding it “fuck” Tom though as he slipped easily into her wet snatch. Clothing really does make the woman.

Quickie: Nonchalant

Yeah there's a string of these that were meant to be "quick" but I ended up getting carried away 😋 Day 12!~!~

Tabby Time

“This was too much” Tabitha thought as she saw the giant plush bear her boyfriend, Matt had sent her as a present, the note on the bow said “For you to snuggle with when I’m out of town”. Tabitha rolled her eyes. Her boyfriend had a habit of sending her gifts that were childish, coloring books, plushies and tea sets with bright colors. He said he wanted her to be able to relax and not have to be a ‘serious whiskey drinking lawyer’ all the time and the gifts were to help her get in touch with her softer feminine side. Tabitha thought he was undermining her and if he wanted a childish doe eye piece of fluff to take care of he should find some bimbo to suck his cock and take his money.

Lacking any better option she dragged the bear into her apartment placing it on the left side of her bed, before getting into bed on the other side placing the bear’s arm under her head she quickly fell asleep. 

The next morning Tabitha woke up feeling refreshed and strong. Rolling onto her back she found that sometime during the night she had begun cuddling and spooning the oversized bear getting dressed and ready for work Tabitha found she was so energized she almost didn't need any coffee to get her day going and went out the door with a pep in her step.

“Work is hell” Tabitha thought as she kicked off her heel and poured herself a drink. Walking into her bedroom to change she saw the bear still in her bed where she had left it. She got into bed and pulled the bear around her. It was heavy but the weight wasn't suffocating as she had imagined it would be. Instead it was soothing protective even she decided this bear could stay at least until her boyfriend got back from Hong Kong next week.

As the week went by Tabitha found she was looking forward to bedtime more and more the giant teddy bear becoming the perfect sleeping companion thought it seemed to be bending her to her boyfriend way of thinking on Wednesday she found herself watching cartoons something she had not done in years and on friday she even took out one of the coloring books he had gotten her as she listened to music and drank a glass of wine saturday morning came with some bad news her boyfriend was going to be overseas another two weeks  “But daddy” she whined “i miss you” Tabitha’s eyes went wide “Daddy?” she thought he smiled at her “I see you got my gift” 

“What are you talking about” she said 

The bear: it has a prototype of a speaker I've been working on to plant subliminal messages like this: it's Tabby Time '' At his words a wave of calm washed over Tabitha she could feel her body visabley relax there was nothing to worry about Daddy would take care of everything. She could just color in her book an watch Tv something happy and simple but she had to get changed first she looked at her body these were Tabitha clothes and she wasnt Tabitha she was Tabby she took off the professional blouse make up and pants swapping for a pair of Short shorts and a babydoll tshirt that was almost a crop top on her and spent the rest of the day indulging her every whim she even masturbated twice that made her miss Daddy she wanted him to play with her and to fuck her. That night she went to bed cuddling Mr Bear. He was so soft and comfy and made her feel so yummy. The next morning her phone rang. It was Daddy! She picked it up with glee “Good MOrning Daddy she sang”

“Good Morning Princess Im sorry to do this but Tabitha it's time for work”

Tabitha’s Eyes widened as the hypnotic spell was lifted from her mind anger coursed through her body “What did you do to me you bastard! She yelled. 

“Wait just listen to me a second he protested How do you feel”

“Pissed at you beyond words”

“Fair. but how did you sleep last night”

That gave her pause she slept great in fact she cant remember being more relaxed

“I'm sorry for not telling you but I knew you would never agree otherwise and I just wanted you to have a space that was fully relaxed and have no worries a place for your body to heal itself when you need it most.”

 “Fine but did you have to make it so childish?”

“I didn't do that part. That was all you, I guess you feel most relaxed as a Little.

“A what?” 

“I'll explain more when I get home. You need to get to work, and I need to go to bed but I'll call you Friday.”

Heritage disputes (Man into horse TF caption)

One gets the cash, the other gets the saddle.

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Pete MacDougall died last night, his corpse was still warm, yet his two children didn’t wait for the mourning to finish before escalating the conflict. Philip, the oldest of the two, made the first move, certain that he would win. Against his wife’s wishes he invited Grace to their ancestral house with the intention of putting her half-sister in her place. The two siblings met in the gardens, under the voyeuristic view of several servants. Philip didn’t even try and pretend to show a facade of courtesy, instead going directly to the point.

“I am my father's only true son,” he said as a greeting when Grace arrived. “You are his worst mistake, the offspring of a farmhand whore who should have known her place and stayed in the stables. I’m the one that will take the reins of the company and all the wealth. Tone down your bitchery and I will allow you to live comfortably, try to oppose me and your life will turn to misery, understood?”

Grace wasn’t intimidated by the verbal assault, the woman, who was wearing her riding boots, calmly crossed her arms.

“I don’t think so,” she answered. “It will be me holding the reins of control from now on and you’re gonna leave and if you want to continue to live as a man you’d better make sure I never see or hear from you again or you’re gonna end up working in dad’s stables, just like your mother.”

“What are you talking about?” Philip chuckled, shaking his head. “Nonsense… Do you have a block of salt for brains? You think you can make me work as a stableman?”

“Not as a stableman, but as a breeding beast. That’s why your mother went missing, mine turned her into a horse. Remember Gold? Your favorite mare? It was your mom, she lived, fucked and died as a horse and if you don’t leave now you will inherit her legacy.”

That bizarre revelation shifted the vibe, Philip felt an odd jerking oppression in his balls.

“That’s nonsense…” he repeated, slightly losing his footing. “Nonsense.”

“Father is no longer here to protect you, daddy’s boy. This is your last warning: Go live with your kids, your wife and that secretary you have sex with… or live on all fours.”

A brief silence followed, Philip put his hands in his pockets.

“You are a crazy whore.

Then Grace uttered a single word.

…

“Stallion.”

“Mmphhhh!”

There was a brief fluctuation in the air, Philip turned red like a tomato before his cock and balls burst out of his pants, obliterating them. His sex morphed, the phallus growing inhumanly long, round and pink, leaving his foreskin behind, his balls hanging down and swelling, his sack leathery and black.

He looked down at his equine dick with his mouth half-open.

“Wha-ha… What did you du to…” he babbled.

“Stallion.”

“Iiiiiiiiiiii!”

The whinny came out as his face and neck stretched, his ears too. He dropped forward onto all fours as the surge of musculature tore apart more of his expensive clothes. Ripping sounds, black fur coating his tense skin, a tail swings over an exposed anus, middle toes and middle fingers merging into deformed proto-hooves, a mane slides down his neck. Grace claps a couple of times and if it was all according to a plan a few servants entered the scene.

“Get him ready,” she orders.

The servants surrounded Philip and began to strip him of all the rags.

“Dun touch meeeeeeeeigh you filthhhhhhg!” he grunted feebly as, once naked, the servants easily strap reins and a saddle around his head and on top of his widening back.

Grace walks behind the growing horse-man and lifts the tail of his fully equine arse.

“We are just setting the record straight: I’m the daughter of a witch, you are the son of a broodmare.”

The horse attempted to protest, her hand grabs one of his throbbing balls, he snorts, she squeezes.

“NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIGH!”

Philip's eyes grew blank, he rears up on his massive body on his back legs as he swings the front ones in the air, his cock unloads a blast of sperm onto the earth in the garden before the servants pull the reins, forcing him back down onto all fours.

The servants finished tying the riding gear to the beast, they nodded to Grace and left. When Philip’s eyes come back from the darkness they are completely equine as he’s been completely reduced to a horse. Grace grabs the reins.

“Move, Dark, I have to break you down so you know your place and stay in the stables.”

The shocked and exhausted stallion tried to resist, but Grace only has to pull on the reins once for him to submissively follow along towards the stables, meanwhile the servants diligently cleaned up ever hint of the spot where Philip MacDougall met his heritage, because he might as well have never existed as a man.