Published: May 21, 2024
My one-hundred and twentieth caption, featuring two greedy idiots who broke into the wrong creepy mansion. At least one of them end up enjoying it…
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“Come on, you don’t want some silver-haired hag sharing a bed with you.” My “friend” Michelle mocked, holding up her end of the sheets to tempt our new Master. “Come on… bed me, Master.”
“Oh, ignore her, Master. She lacks experience.” I cooed with a come-hither look, making sure my soft, huge tits were fully on display. “You want my warm embrace. My warm breasts. Choose me.”
When Michael and I had “decided” to break into the old manor and steal the item inside to pay off our debts, I knew it probably wouldn’t end well for either of us. I argued against it for the longest time, not wanting to break the law, but he ended up dragging me along anyways, much to my chagrin. The mansion itself was quite old, possibly built pre-1776, and was incredibly creepy. Though it didn’t have the gothic architecture you’d often find in post-Colonial America, it still had that aged, church-like exterior to it, with a stone accents that only hinted at how old the interior must have been deep inside. Using the most unsophisticated form of entry, breaking open the back door with a crowbar, both of us entered a surprisingly lavish kitchen. It was still styled like a really old one, but had obviously been updated between now and when it was built. It was also well-maintained, meaning someone must have still been living here. We had cased the house a few nights, not seeing any cars or activity through the windows, so it all came as a shock to us both to see it like this. Knowing something was off, I urged Michael to stop and leave, but as per usual, he refused. That meant I was stuck here too.
My worst fears were confirmed as we walked towards the front of the house, spotting a man standing at the top of a grand staircase. He was shrouded in darkness, and I quickly noticed there was another, slightly small figure standing behind him, also in the dark. Before either of us could do or say anything, the man snapped his fingers. Both of us immediately froze in place, unable to move.
“Brother, seems we got ourselves some visitors.” The smaller figure, a woman, spoke, sounding rather amused by our presence. “It's your turn now. Whatcha in the mood for this time?”
“It's been a while since we had two. I think I’ll play a game with them.” The other figure spoke, walking down the stairs slightly. “You know how I like'em, Sister. You can have the honors this time.”
“Ya got no shame, you freakin' perv.” She replied, letting out a small chuckle as she snapped her own fingers, causing two “lights” to fly towards us. “Enjoy yourselves with my Brother, y'all!”
As she walked away, the two “lights” hit me and Michael, causing our bodies to glow. A deep pit suddenly formed in the pit of my stomach as my body went cold. The changes were very fast, and rather violent. After our guts sucked in and our shoulders became more narrow, our bodies further slimmed down before more feminine features appeared. Our asses and thighs expanded in the blink of an eye, tearing apart our pants as massive mountains of titty flesh exploded our shirts, a new strain on our backs now obvious. As our facial features, hands, and toes were further shrunken and given makeup, more hair streamed from our scalps, styling itself. Finally, our manhoods shot back up inside our crotches, leaving new, virgin slits in their place. Then, our clothes shifted to that of French maids.
“Mighty purty, and mighty fittin'.” He commented, walking up to both of us and looking over our skimpy outfits. They looked more like a costume a stripper would wear. ”Now y'all listen up. Whichever'n you two convinces me to lay down with ya gets to be a man again. The loser… gets ta keep their new hooters. Now, come on up to my room. Once we get there, I'll let y'all take over and we'll begin.”
As if being led by some kind of invisible chain, Michael and I were made to follow the mysterious man up the ornate stairs, into the darkness. Eventually, after going down a very dark hallway, we ended up in a surprisingly bright room, lit only by the light shining in from outside. The room itself was nothing special, a bedroom with all wood furniture, including a secretary, a dressed, wardrobe, and a large, queen-sized bed. The man finally turned to face us, revealing his… surprisingly handsome features. He looked like something out of an old 80’s action movie almost, including a chiseled jawline.
“Git on the bed, gals.” He ordered again, getting us both to sit on the edge of the bed. Though I was scared out of my mind, this new body of mine seemed to be messing with my head a bit, especially as I looked up at our new Master. “Just wait a spell 'n I'll hand y'all back yer reins. Done heard yer name, Michael, so reckon yer Michelle now. But you, I’m thinin’ you'll go by… Anya. However it goes, both of ya best act right and play nice. If a single word of fussing or a raised hand or fist is seen, reckon neither of ya gonna have a chance at gettin' things back to how they were before, winner or loser.”
With that, he snapped his fingers again, causing both of us to briefly fall backwards onto the bed, like puppets with our strings cut. The immense weight of my new breasts could be felt in full, now that there were no supernatural forces holding control over my body. An immense sense of arousal had built up in the short time I had possessed this new form, especially as my big, puffy nipples rubbed against the thin fabric of my uniform. As much as my old instincts screamed out against it, I couldn’t help but feel so much more mature than my… equally-developed friend. I looked at Master longingly.
“My my, I never realized we’d have such a handsome Master.~” I said in a drawn-out tone, leaning forwards a bit more in my uniform. I turned to Michelle, seeing the look of disbelief on her face.
“Uh… y-yeah, Master is handsome! So handsome!” She parroted, clearly still resisting the temptations of her new form. “You’d r-rather have this blond-haired beauty in bed with you? R-Right?”
“Oh, you’ll have to forgive her. She’s new to this. Quite a rookie, if I do say so myself.” I began to bite back, looking her in the eyes before turning back to Master, who was watching with eager eyes. I made a point to crawl further down the bed, pulling myself under the sheets as I got a devilish idea. “Only a woman like myself can keep a bed this big warm and cozy during these winter nights.”
“You don’t need her! She’s all flab and loose! You want the spring chicken, fresh and ready to leave you satisfied.” She said with a slightly crooked face, also getting under the sheet with me as she glared.
Our little back-and-forth went on for several more minutes, Michelle getting more angry and confrontational, especially towards me, as I maintained my calm, motherly demeanor. Eventually, Master leaned against the edge of the bed with both arms, looking deep into my gray eyes, then Michelle’s blue ones. He let out a small chuckle before snapping his fingers again, though this time I wasn’t frozen. Instead, Michelle had been the unlucky one. As I turned to face her, I gave her a big, slimy grin, happy that I had won our little competition here. Master looked quite pleased with me.
“My darlin', y'all done took the cake.” He said with a far more friendly tone, picking up my hand and giving it a kiss. “Now… do ye reckon ye wanna cuddle up with me and show me some lovin'?”
“I do! Take me, Master! Show me the pleasures of being a real woman! I want you to ruin me, turn me into a mess! I’m yours!” I eagerly begged, unable to handle the feelings of this body anymore.
“That’s not fair! You must have done something to her… his head! I want-” Michelle tried to protest, only for Master to snap his finger again, shutting her up completely as he glared back at her.
“I reckon ye got some work to tend to down yonder, Michelle. Somethin' to do with a busted door.” He ordered, getting her to march robotically out of the room. “Now, where were we, Anya?”
I practically dragged my Master into the sheets with me, squeezing his gorgeous face between my two mountains of flesh as he began ripping me out of my uniform. With the same ferocity, I pulled apart his button-up shirt, revealing a perfect set of muscles that would make any woman drool and beg. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply and with a passion I never once imagined possible. It didn’t take long for him to bend me over, getting me to moan out loud like a wild animal in heat. Each thrust was like an explosion of pleasure in my brain, and I loved every moment of it.
Hours later, we had thoroughly soaked through his sheets, both of us covered with a thick layer of glistening sweat. Every part of me had been sampled by Master, from my lips, thighs, rear, slit, neck, and even my nipples and ears, nothing had gone untouched. My chest rose and fell with each labored breath as my heart finally began to calm down, feeling as if I had just run a marathon with it. My gray hair clung to me like a wet rag, leaving me looking quite… messy and undignified. I couldn’t believe how this day had turned out for me. I never even suspected magic was possible, let alone this.
“Well honey, you done held up your end of our little deal today.” Master said, getting me to turn onto my side to face him once more. “Do ya reckon I oughta fetch ya back to yer ol' self?”
I thought about it for the briefest second, but I already knew the answer. Deep down, I think I had always known, just not until this very day.
“I… actually like it here, Master.” I cooed once more, giving him another warm smile, putting my hand on his face. “I wanna stay here with you. Michelle can handle the busy work, but I’m all yours.”