#transformania time

I feel like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the beginning of Terminator, squatting naked in the street whose primary objective is to first of all blend in by NOT being naked. Where Arnold had a motorcycle punk who he could murder and take his clothes, I’m fumbling through maternity panties, a pink prom dress and pink combat boots.  I shake my head considering my options.  I rub my breasts glad the heft is gone, but the loss of sensitivity is a bit sad for me.  Before I can make my decision, a curious item falls out of the boot.  It’s a carving of a woman, at least it ‘looks’ like a carving, but in this town, who can really tell? Her features are so pronounced and overtly sexual, I honestly feel a little dirty holding it.  Her cartoonishly huge breasts rest perfectly in my palm and my fingers wrap around one and rub it out of habit.  Looking at the wand while I just caress it absentmindedly, I see her succubus face stuck in an orgasmic O.  If I didn’t know better, I could easily imagine her cumming just from me rubbing her wooden breasts.  I shake my head and try to examine the rest of the wand.

She must have been a naughty demon to have her arms bound behind her back.  Flipping it back over, seeing the great sexual detail of the demon, I am a bit shocked the artist gave the succubus a long flowing skirt.  Seems tame compared to the rest of the piece. It just seems odd, so I look at it again.  I actually drop the wand when I realize she has enormous pussy lips wrapping around her that looks like a skirt.  In utter disbelief I pick it up once again and confirm, yes those are her nether lips.

Just then I feel something. Something powerful surge through my arm that started from this wand.  I get excited.  Maybe I could avoid being turned into a cow girl if I had a more powerful item like this wand in my arsenal.  I slip on the maternity panties and the pink combat boot.  I leave the prom dress.  I’m a man and I have the luxury of having the option of going topless, and that feels much better than cruising town in a pink prom dress.  I stand and look around.  The shops are all closed at this hour so I am going to have to change my underwear the old fashioned way, I’ll have to transform someone into them.

You know that saying "When life gives you lemons you make lemonade"? What about when life gives you a magic wand? At least, it's probably a magic wand. You found it in one of the piles of discarded clothes that pepper the Sunnyglade Streets. Clothes you were digging through to find something to cover up with after recovering from a humiliating dueling loss and several hours spent as a cowgirl. You unconsciously reach up and touch your chest, confirming that your manly pecs are indeed real, the heavy, bloated milk factories are truly a thing of the past. Except of course now with all your stuff looted you're more vulnerable than ever to non consensual transformations... You were trying to decide whether to go ahead and wear these maternity panties, combat boots, and pink prom dress when you saw it fall out of one of the boots and clatter on the ground. At first you thought it was one of those Willendorf fertility idols, but only because it was about the same size and had the same enormous breasts.

But closer examination revealed several differences. This looked like a wand, but the grip was molded like a woman's body, as if her legs had been fused together and stretched out to make the wand part. Her, it's(?) belly is flat and tight. It has enormous breasts that look like they'd make keeping a grip on the thing difficult.

You look at the face at the very end of the wand. That's a demon face for sure. That is a demon O face, the heavy lidded angular eyes half closed and the thick, sensual lips half opened.  Two tiny horns poke out from the molded hair that makes up the very edge of the wand, and flipping it over you see sculpted arms chained behind her back at the wrists, her long nailed hands gripping her sizable backside and... legs?

As you choke Nadia goes pale and is in some sort of shock. You continue to talk before she recovers and smiles, "Oh no Joe, I am sorry its my sense of humour, I was only joking about the kama sutra. You haven't been out that long. I said that and then said or perhaps we were happy and fulfilled already. My kindness is because that is the way I am. I am trying to show you that there is another way. Someone has to break the cycle. I have never gone with an eye for an eye. I haven't laid with Forever, as you put it, because I was married. It has broken down, and now I am sure it has, I am free to explore the possibilities with Forever."

I stand and start clapping. "You got me. You TOTALLY got me." I laugh and laugh. "You are a funny one, Nadia. Maybe you are worth the investment as Forever keeps saying." I sit and begin eating feeling more friendly and jovial. "The only problem with your joke is that means Forever is still rarely getting any. I'm sorry buddy." I turn back to Nadia. "You know there ARE volumes of possibilities to explore, it is, well..... in the Kama Sutra." I laugh again. "No seriously. So what do you hypo-sexualized beings do for fun then? What else is there to do? Talk? Talking is okay, but bored me after a few hours. What else makes you and your partners happy?"

Nadia laughs."A few hours. It felt like months. You are very stubborn, but I forgive you. What is there to do apart from sex. We spend hours doing knitting, crochet work and if we are feeling a little crazy embroidery." She laughs again. "I am totally serious.... not. I enjoy Forever being my Hucow and milking her using a machine modified with a Sybian attached. She plays piano in the annex for me which I love. She has been, my pig, my puppy but most importantly my friend. And I mean that. "

Your eyes are closed, and your body not paralyzed is simply unresponsive to your directions. You can hear Forever move forward, the chains of her slavery jingling loudly enough to make her easy to locate. She is close. "So.... I *can* undo that latex suit, it will merely take me a few minutes. I didn't want to do it with you conscious and active as recreating what I unmake would be simple for you. You can of course play nice and agree to remove the suit yourself, of course. Know that going forward, expect Nadia to be wearing my old talisman. Any magical energies you send at her will end up rattling around in my cage within eerie manor. The point, dear, is that going forward you may seduce and tease my mistress.... you may earn the right to pleasure her, and she will more than likely give you pleasure well before then... but you will do so without influencing her with magic." You both feel and hear her step back and give you room.

I hear the stoic sidekick speak to me as consciousness slowly comes back to me. My body is so heavy, it take too much effort to move so I just lie here. I hear your threats about undoing my magic on Nadia and how future magics will be redirected. I know you aren't lying, but I believe you are overconfident in your abilities. I don't think you have the ability to unbind my magics. I'm still unwilling to unbind Nadia. Stubborn to the end. I lay still on the table. Even my eyes are too heavy to open. I don't think I could respond if I wanted to. I await what you do next in confident silence and darkness.

"Mistress. Please sit and let me see how much of that latexomancy I can counter. I'm sorry... I should have practiced more... I only exist to serve you, and if I fail you, I am a failure!" There is a frenzied energy in her voice, as if she is about to spiral into a panic attack. She rushes from the room, gathering stills and stones. In time she calms enough to start unweaving the thick web of latex that comprises the suit. In some cases she is forced to just remove the magic from places, and in other areas she finds herself unable to breach the latex magic. In the end, you are left with essentially latex pasties and a thong. Exhausted, Forever places a talisman around her mistress's neck. "he can still work the latex on you, but no other spells will get through.

I lay there in darkness for I don't know how long; minutes, hours, days..... paralyzed and blind, there is no way of telling. However, the longer I lay there the more it confirms Forever can't remove the spell from your body. You need me alive or I'd already be dead. I lay there patiently in wait. Whatever fate befalls me, it doesn't matter, but you still need me alive and I still hold power over you ever though I lay here helpless.

You wake sitting at a table. You are dressed in your old clothes and they have clearly been laundered. There is a bowl of spaghetti in a tomato and herb sauce, with a dish of parmesan next to it. There is a glass of red wine. On the table there is a bowl of salad and a basket of bread. Opposite you is Nadia. "Help yourself to anything and everything. I have administered an antidote and it is practically instant, so you should just feel like you have had a peaceful sleep. I have never intended to harm you in any way. I simply was not enamoured with being a performing demon. But what will be, will be. Forever has done what she can and in time may be able to do more. You of course could show a decency which seems foreign to you but I am not holding my breath. While you rested Forever and I have acted out every page of the kama sutra and we are both incredibly fulfilled and happy, if a little tired. Or maybe we are happy and fulfilled already. Sadly you are not. But like a drug taker or an alcoholic you have to first admit there is a problem. Consider this as you eat. We can help you. Surprisingly Forever thinks you are worth it."

I sigh as you drink from your ale "Stealth provides a tactical advantage my friend, and at the end of the day, if you or your opponent are dead, what does it matter if stealth was used or not." I say, taking a sip from my drink, not hardy enough to down it in one. The 45 minutes of walking is filled with our guide trying to tell us about his mothers famous meat pies, followed by my insistence that he remain silent so we can avoid an ambush, followed by your insisting that he keep telling you about those delicious sounding pies. He leaves us as we enter the cave, you armour making all sorts of metallic noises "Ugh, i'd cast silence on you if it didn't effect my ability to cast as well" i state as we head down the right path. So far we haven't encountered any glowing eyes "A simple illusion" i state "Though it could possibly be a spell called Fear". We continue for what seems like an hour until we come to a large cavern, in this cavern, a massive subterranean castle, embedded in the far wall "Amazing" i say aloud, too awestruck to worry about how loud i speak "I've read books of lost lore, some speak of ancient castles beneath mountains, containing traps of all sorts of loat magics. The creatures that build said castle could produce a multi purpose material, sometimes it would shine and squeak, other times it would be hard but smooth. If this is such a castle we should look out for said material, it could be incredibly valuable, but their traps could still be in commission" As i finish speaking you notice two figures descending from above us, they look like normal people, villagers, but they have large shiny spider bodies from the waist down, they are incredibly quite and only you notice them, i'm too distracted by the castle.

His hands felt amazing to her but she didn't say anything during the time as she let him work as she got a little lost in the touch as she let herself enjoy it a little. As he stopped she heard him say something about coffee. "Yeah.. Black, and don't tell anyone about this." She said going back to work as she shook her head a few times trying to figure out why she had let him do that so, so... so willingly. She had never been like that before, and if she wanted something she would just demand it from someone instead of taking them up on an offer. Though for what ever reason his hands felt amazing over her shoulders and neck and the headache was pretty much gone, though she couldn't stop thinking about it as the day went on. She had to catch herself a few times to get back to work as she thought about asking him for another rub down. As lunch came she pulled out her carefully cooked meal and started to eat at her desk like normal.

Groaning out a bit as she heard your voice as she didn't want her would be admirer to come by and talk to her right now as she knew it would make her headache worse. "Oh.. Morning." She said trying to focus on her work though hearing your offer as she sighed a little and looked up at him as she thought that what the hell. It wouldn't hurt to get a quick shoulder and neck rub, and she's been planning on going to the masseuse soon for her back. "Yeah fine, though make it quick. We have lots of work to today that I intend to finish before the end of my day." She said turning around.