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Christian Beasely had a fondness for drinking grain. Whether it was
barley wine, sake, or just plain beer he drank at level nearly necessity
(breathing was a close second). His marriage had fallen apart but he did
not care; his wife was such an aged relic. He didn't realize how close
he was to death; his liver only allowed him three more months. He never
saw a doctor; part of him was too scared to know what he felt. The
occasional blacking out and lack of energy he ostensibly blamed on his
age; he was seventy-two.
Chris had heard some commotion from his wife's study between his frequent
bathroom trips. A drink would help him forget any noise though. The
routine of drinking engulfed him to point of blindness; most people he
knew never realized how bad he had it. They knew he drank a little more
than he should; they just played it off as part of his character.
After a loud moan had come from the study Chris got suspicious. He
didn't ever pay attention to his wife anymore and their large estate
allowed them to stay in separate parts with ease. They would sometimes
go months without hearing or seeing anything from each other. Perhaps my
wife just got murdered, he thought with callous smile. At least she
wouldn't be asking for more money, his mind wandered.
The money and property had been all Chris'. He got in the lumber
business at just the right time and sold out before the environmentalists
would ruin everything fiscal. He walked up the spiral staircase down the
long ivory halls that could get anybody lost for days. He took a couple
wrong turns and stumbled as he corrected himself.
Finally, Chris was in front of the study. If he were thoughtful he would
have asked one of his servants to accompany him. The lack of sense and
surge of bravery from the bottle had him go alone. Even with his aged
blushing face his eyes focused the rest of his features with conviction.
Upon opening the door Chris wafted in the aroma something he hadn't
smelled in a long time, pussy. The scent of sex filled the room all over
the study. Had his antique wife found a lover? He took a step in the
room crushing some glass under his Italian leather shoes. No one was
alerted and Chris couldn't hear any commotion. He flicked on the lights
brightening the dark room. There was orange underwear scattered on the
floor.
Chris began to surmise the worst. His wife was cheating on him; this
called for a divorce. That would cost too much money and she might die
anyways, he jested to himself. Who the hell would sleep with that, he
shuddered at the thought. He looked around and saw the glass scattered
on the carpeted floor. Aimlessly he started searching the place until he
saw a glass bottle lying on his wife's oak desk. It was the only thing
on the desk. The bottle looked like a liquor bottle with its ornate
glass work and fanciful cap.
Chris beamed and his ragged eyes lit up as he walked to the bottle. Well
if my wife is throwing a party, he thought, it was her mistake leaving
booze unguarded. The drunk seized the bottle immediately and began to
drink. It was very tasty and he found that he couldn't put the bottle
down after the first sip. It didn't taste like liquor; it tasted more
like extremely sweet honey with the texture was that of skim milk.
Chris put the bottle down and burped the excess air. Meanwhile the sap
of life started going to work. First it went down to the esophagus
replenishing all the damage and dehydration that had occurred from his
constant drinking. It went into the stomach where it healed all the
ulcers. For the first time in awhile Chris could take a full breath
without his diaphragm paining his stomach. He breathed deep as the sap
went into his blood stream clearing out the toxins in his blood. The
room spun less as sobriety assaulted his consciousness. From the blood
it went into a pile of scar tissue called his liver. The deterioration
of his life of drinking was being reversed.
Chris felt a burst of energy flow through him. He breathed deep with his
refurbished lungs. His skin gained its tautness and clung to his bones
smoothing out the wrinkle. Chris had not felt this good in such a long
time. Brown strands of hair sneaked through the gray strands until color
took over his whole scalp.
"Hello," a sultry female voice rang in his ears. He wheeled around and
saw a woman and a man both naked. The woman was very voluptuous, but
strangely familiar.
"Agatha...is that you?" he was confused not only by the new form of voice
but the strangeness of his voice. It didn't hurt to talk as much as it
had used to. The havoc from the dehydration caused by his alcoholism was
no more.
"Yes."
"How?"
"You'll find out," she looked past his shoulder and found the empty
bottle behind him. "See," she said gazing at the naked man, "I told you
he'd do it."
Chris could not believe the sight of Agatha's smooth body. His own body
was feeling a rush of excitement. He wanted her so desperately right now.
He gave her a lecherous smile and winked at her.
"I'm sorry darling," she looked at her husband, "I'm tired from all the
sex he's been giving me."
Rage filled Chris's face as he calculated all the information. He glared
at the naked men. He might have been bigger; however, Chris was
determined to knock him out. He walked right to him and froze as a
creeping chill invaded him from his groin. It ached between his legs; he
bent his knees and jumped a little as his genitalia shifted. Chris was
now a she.
Before she could appreciate the sense her suit grew a little as she
dwindled down a couple inches and about twenty pounds. "What's going
on?" A coughing fit took Chris over, each cough sounded at a higher
pitch. Her larynx was shrinking giving her supple neck an even texture.
Her face began to tingle when she heard the mutual laughter from the
naked couple.
The eyes of Chris widened with fear and stayed their enlarged shape as
she looked at the couple. The bridge of her nose receded into her face.
Her face attained a fragile nature and an alluring quality. Lips began
to flub around as they swelled with padding. Flowing brown hair
exploded from her head engulfing her scalp.
"Well don't we look gorgeous," the man said, "just looking at her face
makes me hard." Almost on cue his penis grew at full mast. He poked
Agatha's giant butt cheek with it, but she pulled it away causing the
naked beast to shiver.
"I'm exhausted dear, anymore and you'll rub my pussy raw," Agatha
squinted over at Chris, "how about her?"
"Her?!" Chris screamed at both the surprise of the statement and her new
voice. "I'm no her!" She stood firm until a rumbling took over her
whole body. Her insides were being reorganized. Organic material re-
shifted into female organs. A birth canal snaked out until a void of
matter shaped into a uterus with two ovaries on either side. Her pelvic
exterior was much too small to contain all of this. Her pelvis bone grew
out causing her pants to tighten a little around the hips.
Her center of gravity shifted as the broadness of her shoulders fell down
through her body. Her suit jacket fell off her form leaving a baggy
white- buttoned, silk shirt. She felt bloated when her waist started
squeezing against her. All the body mass was circulating into a
different design. Her body quaked all over as her shoulders, arms and
tummy all clasped firmly. The muscle and fat went right to her hips and
butt. The malleable flesh of her backside could not resist the matter
being stuffed into it and the seat of her pants rounded out. Two rotund
objects emerged from her backside as her formerly baggy pants grew taut
around her plentifully circular ass. Chris would have been knocked over
by the shifting body, but her thighs swelled to support her glorious butt
and curvy hips. Her giving nipples poked out as substance pushed against
his chest. The yielding suppleness of his flesh collapsed as fat pushed
through causing his two breasts to form.
The naked man walked over to the new buxom beauty, "Babe," he called to
Agatha, "could you lock the door, I'm going to take my time with her."
Chris was not even listening she was too engulfed by the sensations of
her new body.
Agatha smiled and eyed the man and Chris, "Don't have too much fun." She
pecked the man on the cheek and walked over to the door minding the
broken glass and locked it.
"Do you know what you just drank?" the man asked as he turned towards
Chris. Chris just panted and quivered still in shock from what had been
done to her body.
"Your former wife, Agatha was obsessed with being young and..."
"Former wife?!" was all Chris could utter.
"Please don't interrupt, or you'll never understand," the man's tone was
indignant. "Agatha wanted to be young again and I had something that
could help her with that, but as with every deal there's a catch..." he
stopped and looked at the floor; there was glass all over. The naked
behemoth looked around and saw a dust buster sitting on a fixture from
the wall.
"Chris," he smiled, "would you mind cleaning up this mess?"
"Like hell I will..." Chris froze as her face felt a softness caress it.
The man could see dark eye-liner brush on as her lips attained a pinker
hue. Blush grazed her delicate looks as mascara finished adorning her
beautiful face. The man smiled and Chris panicked as she raced towards
the mirror. She saw her face as well as the rest of her body and
couldn't believe it. Luckily, Chris thought, my shirt is not showing too
much of my tits.
"I'll ask again," the muscled-man mocked, "please clean this up."
"You can't order me around...hey!" She stumbled as the heels of her
shoes pushed up causing her to tilt. Her ass cheeks pushed tighter
against the seat of her pants leaving bubblicious impression. Her giant
fanny was impossible to conceal; even from the front you could tell she
packing serious business back there.
"Do it now!"
"Don't you take that tone with...uh..." Chris was interrupted by a gasp
her shirt clung itself snugly around her bountiful bosom and thin waist.
Two pink nipples poked through her white shirt. Her 36DD-24-38 figure
was obvious through her clothes.
"You are a very bad girl," he lunged at her "you need some discipline."
The bald man grabbed her by her tiny wrists. The juxtaposition between
their sizes frightened Chris now that he was standing in front of her.
As she struggled with him, the legs of her pants wrapped fast around her
thighs and calves leaving no mystery to the mass and curve of their form.
Her back pockets melded together creating bareback slacks. Now nothing
distorted the shape of her beautiful ass.
The naked man dipped down with his arms and hoisted Chris high up into
the air. He gently bent her over his knee and began to spank her. Chris
kept struggling and grunting, but the behemoth was much too strong. The
legs of her pants crawled up past mid-calf and her front pockets started
to shrink to non-existence. His spanking grew more forceful. The pain
resolved into tingles that was stimulating Chris's pussy. Her body was
actually finding it pleasurable and began to let moans escape.
"I hope you've learned your lesson," the man said stopping his spanks.
He began to massage her cheeks which caused all sorts of sensations to
shoot throughout her body. He picked her up back to her feet. "Feeling
better?"
Chris just moaned. She had no sense of her surroundings or the fact that
her sleeves passed her elbows. More of her supple skin was beginning to
show. Her voluptuous figure had become so apparent and now took over
most of her physical character. Her pussy twanged with excitement as
senses washed over her. The new awareness she was attaining was apparent
was in every inch of her skin. The shivering ameliorated, but it was
still subtly present.
"Well," the man's words caused Chris to quiver more, "are you going to
clean it up?"
"Yes," Chris wasn't thinking about her answer. She took the dust buster
from the fixture and began to clean out the rug.
"Make sure you get every inch," the man said eyeballing her as she bent
over. The spherical ass was so delectable; the baldy gave it a swat.
Her pussy felt all the pressure coming from her body. What was a painful
sting transformed into pleasurable tingles that ran through her whole
body. Her temperature increased to a fever pitch as sweat oozed from her
skin. She began to shimmer on her calves, forearms and the back of her
neck.
"You're doing a very good job," the naked man said outlining the convex
of her butt with his finger. Chris' quake grew with vigor and finally
after getting every last glass shard picked up she stood back up
straight.
"One last thing,"
"Wha...Wha...What?" Chris could barely form the word with her lips.
"Could you sign this?" the muscled ogre reached across the desk and took
out a piece of paper from one of the drawers. Chris couldn't focus
enough to read it, but she was still cautious.
"No." Chris's pant legs shrank past her knees showing her sexy calves.
"No?"
"No." Chris's top tightened across her ample bosom causing the top
button to yank off. Her delicate, glistening collarbone and was there to
see.
"I thought I showed you discipline," the man approached Chris again and
pinched one her protruding nipples. Chris tried to remove his fingers
but his grip was like a trap. Her shirt grew tighter and tighter causing
another button to strain and come undone. A little bit of cleavage
popped out. The man twisted and she howled and gasped deeply. Two more
buttons flew off showing the surplus cambers jutting from her shirt. The
man finally let go and stepped back.
Chris could hardly move; her clothes were too tight. She heaved causing
her glistening breasts to bounce in the light. Her sweaty skin only
added to her sexiness and the smell of arousal was quite apparent.
"Are you going to sign?" the man raised an eyebrow.
"Yes..." again Chris had lost all exterior capacity for observation. She
made the signature as soon as a pen was handed to her with no problem.
Oddly enough, the signature looked just like her old one.
"You've made me so happy." The man choked a laugh back as he approached
and poked her in the gut with his enormous member. "Now let's
celebrate."
"No," Chris started to dart off, but the heels were hard to manipulate.
It was hard for her to run with her hips sashaying and her butt jiggling;
not to mention her boobs that made her too tight shirt move up and down
her tummy, back and shoulders. The man stepped slowly appreciating the
motion of Chris' ass bob to one side and another as her massive thighs
traded off shifting her twin girths. Chris got to the door and wrenched
on the knob forgetting that Agatha had locked it from the outside.
Before she could turn around something hard poked her right in the ass
and pinned her shoulders against the door. She tried resisting and her
pant legs shot up to mid thigh. She was hoisted up into the air and put
on her back. Her neck was tilted upward by a strong grasp and a tongue
thrusted into her mouth. She kicked and moaned as the flap of her fly
started to stitch closed. The zipper was covered by tight fabric. The
waist of her pants rolled over her belt revealing her sexy innie.
Her body temperature climbed as sweat doused all of her clothing. Her
legs were forced apart and something prodded her right in the crotch.
She tried slipping under but that just put a rock hard object forcefully
against her. Her vaginal lips were being parted underneath her pants.
Without realizing it she was allowing hot mucus to gush forth.
She was hoisted again in some direction. She had no idea of up and down.
The man had her on the freshly cleaned carpeted floor. The baldy pinned
her and got a strong grip on her shirt and pants. As he yanked the
soaked delicate material didn't put up much of a fight. Her curves
bounced as the dressing was removed. She felt an intense draft and
freedom as the clothes were ripped from her.
Chris was a voluptuous naked, sweaty, and aroused girl lying on the
floor. She had become so disoriented by all that had happened that when
the man inserted her she felt only intense pleasure. She didn't see or
hear the man, she only felt warmth growing inside of her. As it grew her
beautiful face contorted more and more as the warmth built to a climax
and finally released itself over and over. Her heart and breathing
stopped momentarily. It had all been so instant to her, but the man had
been in the room for three hours until Agatha opened the door.
Chris was lying on the floor unconscious. The bald man breathed heavy;
even for a muscled man such as himself this was very tiring. He smiled
as Agatha came in.
"She's unconscious?" Agatha raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, the transformation is more intense for guys," he sighed.
"Did you get it?"
"Yes."
"Would it be enough to get more?"
"Get more?"
"More of that stuff you just fed her and me."
The bald man squinted at her and tilted his head, "You have any idea of
what I had to go through just to get two?"
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