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Within My Power
A story by Rugburn
This story is something of a stream of consciousness narrative. I set out
to write it just wanting to see a few fun transformations and thus
don’t have a strong narrative or ending in mind. If memory serves it
took about an hour to write.??®Originally posted to Deviant Art.
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It was a boring day when it happened. A day where co-workers don't make a
peep, leaving me to wonder if I alone remained within the cubicle maze
one calls the office. A day when the hum of the florescent lighting could
lull me to sleep if I didn't keep taking sips of my already cold coffee.
A day when project file LX-1100000899 looked like project files LX-
1100000006 through LG-1100000898.
In other words...a really boring day. How else can I phrase it?
Through the mundane haze of work-world I felt a tingle within me. A
buildup like static electricity within my stomach. It spread upwards
through my torso and arms and enveloped my head.
Instantly I knew what was different about me. The same way that I can
look at a T.K. Report and know how long someone spent thinking up lame
excuses to put in the fourth entry field.
I knew I had a power beyond normal human abilities.
I couldn't doubt it, because it was all there. I knew what I could do,
whom I could do it to and how long I could do it...which wasn't long.
Still, a test is in order.
With barely a thought the cubicle walls became transparent to me. I could
see the twenty other poor saps all around me, toiling away at their own
computers, except for Bob, he was playing some online game, and he's a
pretty cool guy.
I thought I'd start with Sally. Sally Garrett, the wiz with spreadsheets.
She was the nearest to me, just on the other side of my cubicle wall. I
willed her clothing away.
She froze in her seat, the coolness of the air hitting her now nude body
and the fabric of the chair now sticking to her sweaty bum. She looked
around with her eyeballs, not daring to look down, not wanting to believe
that she was suddenly and inexplicably unclothed while at her desk and on
the job. Then slowly she looked down.
I had always admired her figure, it was a bit on the chubby side, with a
nicely rounded out ass. I had seen her bend over one day while she was
getting some reports out of a file cabinet, she had chosen to wear pink
sweat pants (Casual Friday) and her behind and legs made a perfect heart
shape. She also really despises me.
I watched her mouth open and close, she was trying not to scream,
screaming would bring people to her, to see her...to see her ugly body???
I could see her thoughts and emotions. It was like watching an artist
apply paint to a swirling abstract piece of art. Each color representing
an emotional state, each stroke and shape representing a thought, a
concept. It wasn't like seeing a word bubble over her head and reading
her inner monologue at all. It was like literally being able to imagine
her line of reasoning on an instinctual level.
I had no idea she had such body issues.
Someone was coming by so I returned Sally's clothing to her. Just as
Vanessa walked passed my cubicle and then Sally’s.
She jumped when Vanessa walked past, causing Vanessa to pause and look
back before continuing on to the restroom. I saw interesting thoughts
jump around Sally, relief at having clothing on, envy of Vanessa's
figure, (Perfect Hourglass, think Jessica Rabbit Grooowwlll!), followed
by shame of her own body and a steady stream of self loathing.
Vanessa had completely forgotten Sally's surprise. It was strange, almost
no attention was paid from her to Sally, as though Sally was completely
beneath her notice. Hmmm.
I turned my attention back to Sally. She was still unsettled but was now
convinced that she had imagined herself nude, not actually been nude a
moment ago. She adjusted a rather tight bra to get more comfortable,
almost to reassure herself that, yes, she was indeed fully clothed. She
tried to get back to her work, but numbers refused to enter her head. Her
mind was now focused on her body issues again.
"Wish fulfillment time." I said under my breath as I leaned back and
looked at Sally.
Sally looked at her pale hands, with skin that has never seen a lick of
sun. A curse from her Irish parents, she doesn't tan, she burns. I upped
her pigmentation slightly. She scrutinized her hands, and then
arms...strange bewilderment washed over her but not enough for her to be
concerned. I could see her rationalize that the interior office lights
made her look different.
She tried to get back to work again but her pleasingly plump body
(morbidly obese would probably be more accurate of an impression within
her mind) made her shake her head. It was disgusting. She wished it
weren't so inflated.
So I melted the fat away. Little by little. She lost her extra half-chin,
the weighty conical look on her limbs. Her bra became much less tight as
l sharpened her breasts from water balloons to something with more of a
point. Her tummy sucked in and stayed without the conscious thought most
flabby people put into their mirror fantasizing exercises. Her face lost
its soft edge as cheekbones redefined her outward appearance.
This washed over her perception, although it tugged at her that something
felt off, she put it down to a chill in the office.
She hated her hair too, it was so greasy and short...I liked it short,
but figured what the hey. I let it grow into the memory she had as a
child. Long flowing hair in the back. Not much for bangs, very
straight...and light. Her medium brunette color lightened considerably
until it bordered on blonde. It now had an ashy quality that one could
think of in a fine morning fog.
I stopped from reducing the size of her ass though, I took some substance
from it but definitely left enough junk in the trunk to make me very
happy the next time I saw her bending over...which gave me a thought.
I looked at her shoes, rather normal looking flats with thin shoelaces. I
made those shoelaces extra...slippery might be the best word I could use
to describe it. She'll be needing to tie her shoes more often now.
I looked up as Vanessa came back from the restroom. Raven haired, shapely
Vanessa. Yes, I appreciated her looks too, not as much as Sally's, but a
close second.
She walked passed me and shot me a strange glance. I guess it was unusual
to see me sitting back casually in my chair, I was normally someone who
is completely absorbed in work. I smiled and nodded at her politely.
I didn't much care for what went through her mind.
I knew she wasn't a nice person, but I thought she at least made up for
it with how she thought of her friends outside the office.
I could detect no friends in her thoughts. Only...assets. Nicely
categorized. In fact everyone in the office was sized up in a way, from
the people she knew she could get the most from to the people who she
felt no need to bother with.
She was a woman who knew what she was, how she looked, how she affected
others. She also had a keen insight as to how she could use her natural
appearance and charisma to get what she wanted. Like paying for services
with cash.
I smiled. I knew just what to do with her.
She stopped by Carl's desk. He has something to do with accounts
receiving, though gossip had it his job is just a cover for a do-nothing
friend of one of the company bosses.
Carl could get things if needed. So he wasn't completely useless, at the
very least we knew he had the ear of somebody higher up if we needed to
shoot issues to the top brass. She flirted with Carl and queried him on
something. I smiled as I saw my power over her working.
She must really have wanted something from Carl, I could see through her
body language that she was laying it on thick. Carl blushed and spoke
with her, his eyes having a hard time not looking her straight in the
cleavage. The more she spoke and flirted the more the effect went to
work.
Her dark hair didn't seem so fine anymore, the sheen slowly gave way to a
drab static black. Her hair mass itself even separated so individual
hairs were easily identifiable and not perfectly straight anymore. Her
face though not different lost the glamorous make up touches. A fine line
or two had to have been forming under her eyes.
Her body was loosening up. The curves becoming less coca-cola and more
sprite straight. The business suit no longer gave her a sharp
professional look, instead she seemed...well it was like seeing Superman
suddenly no longer able to bend steel or outrun a bullet. She became for
all intents and purposes, mortal, or normal.
Carl's looks were less on her assets and more straight in her eyes. She
could feel something going wrong, her technique not having its intended
effect. She came to her point.
Carl thought about it, looking away from Vanessa to think it over, then
he turned back and gave her a polite smile as he nodded. For the first
time in a long time I saw relief run through Vanessa. Whatever she wanted
from Carl she really wanted it. She saw that there was a chance she
wouldn't get it through her tactics and was glad that she did get it. She
could feel a chill run through her as she bid Carl goodbye and started to
walk away.
Vanessa couldn't tell what was missing. Couldn't understand that as she
used her natural charm and charisma to wile her prize from Carl her
natural charm and charisma fled her. She was literally using talents and
good looks as currency to get what she wanted. Included in this was
something special, that unique feeling a person has when they know they
have talent, or good looks. It is the opposite of knowing that one has no
talent, or no special skills or is plain looking or just plain ugly.
Carl stopped her, she felt awkward as she stopped and looked back.
I silently cheered as Carl asked her out. An action he'd long fantasized
about but never dared do. Asking out Vanessa from the office would be
akin to walking up to a supermodel and asking her out. He just wouldn't
feel at ease doing it.
Vanessa felt a little stiff. The position she'd always thought herself in
was gone. Even if she couldn't identify it. She wanted to think of Carl
as someone beneath her, some...thing not really worth her attention, but
somehow her thoughts and emotions identified him as her equal...actually
no. She looked on Carl in a strange way as her superior.
She felt a little flustered, and unsure of what to say, but something
else came up within her as well. A feeling she's never felt before.
She felt a little happiness. She had gone from one end of her imaginary
popularity spectrum to the other and was now being propositioned from
someone who is...well...cool.
She put her hands together unconsciously and fidgeted, suddenly not able
to meet Carl's eyes. Then she looked up. A smile turning the corner of
her lips upward. She nodded slowly.
Carl beamed at her and stood up in shock. "Really?" I heard him almost
shout.
The office stopped work, even a phone stopped ringing. I saw Carl look
around then close in on Vanessa to sort out what time to pick her up.
I glanced around at the folks who had temporarily stopped working. They
quickly lost interest in Carl's outburst and went back to their duties.
Except for Sally.
She was standing in the walkway next to my cubicle. Her dress shirt
sagging on her now slighter frame. She held her arms out before her
mesmerized by them. She then pulled her hands down to her sides, traced
her figure and felt her new flat stomach. She shook her head bringing
some hair around which she held in shock and touched lightly.
Then she became aware of my staring. Her hands snapped to her sides as
she looked back at me.
I could see her mental state spike into anxiety. What had happened to
her, what would I say to her? Would I notice what's happened? Is she just
imagining it?
I smiled consolingly, "Are you ok?"
Her eyes widened. Then narrowed a bit, she just remembered that she hated
me...no wait a minute...that isn't right.
I could almost see something else in there. I could almost see something,
something she kept guarded but...
She turned without saying anything to me and walked away...I was a bit
too stunned to go after her.
She...why couldn't I see it anymore? I knew something but I didn't know
it right now. She thought of me in a certain way but...
aaaarghh It was like trying to remember a dream after fighting the alarm
clock in a battle between waking up and staying asleep.
I looked around the office. I wanted a new distraction.
I shook my head as I saw Clara Johnson feed a treat to her cat. An animal
that was barred from the office, but she snuck inside her oversized
purse.
Clara was somewhat average looking, she had nice green eyes though, her
blond hair was normally tied back loosely and she always accentuated her
corporate miniskirt look with a scarf. A different color for each day of
the week with special colors for office holidays.
I changed her ears. They now peeked out through her hair at the top of
her head flicking back and forth as they picked out the most minute
sounds from around the office. They matched the ears of her little gray
furry companion.
The sounds of the office made her sit up straight as she processed this
newly heightened sense. I snorted a short laugh and she looked through
the cubicles in my direction, having heard me...I covered my mouth. Then
watched as she felt her head, first where her ears once were, then moving
slowly up to tenderly grasp the twitching ornaments she now possessed. I
saw that she was panicking and quickly put a damper on her fight or
flight response with a little nudge by giving her the curiosity of her
kitty companion as well.
She looked around, motion drawing her attention. Her green eyes
lengthened into the slitted pupils common to domesticated cats. I saw her
squirm as the tail I grew on her worked its way under the back of the
chair to stick out.
She opened her mouth to say something but a low intoned "Meeew" issued
forth. She clamped her hands over her mouth and then stifled a screech.
Her hands were morphing into paws and had claws extended.
Clara got up and hurried down the row of cubicles, I looked down as she
passed me, pretending not to notice her but she scarcely gave me a glance
wanting only to get away from people.
I followed her with my vision as she made her way into the ladies room.
She looked at her reflection and covered her mouth as she took in her new
ears and eyes. Whiskers poked out from behind her hands. She lowered her
paws and gasped. Her nose had shrunk and melded into the muzzle that grew
out from her face and her upper lip started to curve into her nose. She
could also see and feel her teeth sharpening into hunter fangs.
I could see her panic level rising enough to guilt me into reversing the
transformation...She looked with a mixture of astonished relief as the
features she had recently acquired all shrank away. Except for her ears.
She looked at those ears. Touched them, pulled on them hard enough to
make her yelp in surprised pain. They were completely real...had the rest
of the changes been real too? Was she really turning into a cat?
She pulled up a lip to examine her normal looking human teeth. She
brushed a hand over her nose and wiggled her lips seeing if whiskers
still remained...no, normal everything else except the ears. She redid
her hair, tying it back looser to help cover her ears. Then she made her
way back into the office. She passed Dugen on her way.
Charlie Dugen, the office sleaze. He's still on a probationary period
from the comments he made to Rita Byeon, a temporary hire who was also on
a temporary visa to the states. I remember the time well because I wanted
to deck him when he kept quoting the asian prostitute from Full Metal
Jacket when Rita was within earshot.
Charlie had just come onto the floor with the mail cart. He looked at
Clara's backside, imagining her naked body as she walked. He smiled
lecherously.
He then pulled up at his suddenly loose pants.
I had replaced his waist with one exactly like Clara's. Charlie walked
from cubicle to cubicle passing out mail parcels. Each time he came to
females he leered at them, admiring a different body part. Each time I
copied that body part onto him.
He didn't notice a thing, at least not with conscious thought. He started
to fidget in his now loose uniform. Admiring one woman's pert small bust
gave him a pert small bust. Loving a woman's short height shrunk him
about a foot and a half. Liking a woman's tanned skin tanned and smoothed
out his rough male skin. Dugen was becoming quite lovely actually.
It was when he admired Paige's long golden locks when he finally became
aware of his predicament. Hair sprang out of his scalp and cascaded over
his shoulders and down his back forcing him to take note, and thus
realize the rest of the changes that'd occurred to him. To his credit he
didn't panic. He simply took in everything and then looked around with a
feeling of being out of place.
He left his cart and walked down the cubicle aisle. He passed me on his
way to the restroom. I saw him hesitate before the two doors, he cupped a
breast in one hand and then went into the women's room.
I smirked and stood up. I walked to the restrooms and stood in front of
the two doors. I waited for a moment watching him, then walked in on the
right moment.
Dugen was fondling his new breasts openly in front of the mirror. When he
saw me he froze, a look of horror on his face as he looked at me.
"Carol," he whispered, "this isn't what it looks like."
I screwed my face up into a confused and angry expression.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked him.
His mouth opened but nothing came out. I could see the gears in his head
turn as he realized just what a predicament he was in. As an unknown
person in a secured office building. He was subject to trespassing, which
could send him to jail, where he had no identity to free him. This still
didn't stop him from letting his eyes drift downward on me. He looked at
my crotch, I tend to wear tight pants, and even though it gives me a
certain reputation I love letting the outline of my private area show
through the fabric. Its my pet camel toe.
Dugen was a man who admired my Carol Camel Toe. An admiration that was
now physically manifesting itself within his own crotch. His cute little
face screwed up in discomfort as his member melted away and the remaining
flesh reformed into a pair of feminine lips.
He grabbed his crotch in shock, fingers slipping into the newly formed
hole. He looked at me with full-blown panic on his face.
"Please, help." His voice was tiny, and girly. He must have admired
Shelly's girly voice.
I let the door close behind me, it took so much effort to keep the grin
off my face. "Then tell me who you are" I demanded.
"Its me Dugen...Doug Guinn, I'm your mail clerk, but I turned
into...this." He indicated his body.
I put an incredulous look on my face. "You think I was born yesterday
sister? Dugen is a big guy and you...you're just a tiny thing. A nothing
really. I'm calling security."
"NO!" She wailed. She came to me and got on her knees, "please don't, I'm
begging you. I'll do anything for you just don't turn me in."
I briefly considered her cute little body, I was sorely tempted to have
my way with her, but just couldn't bring myself to do it.
"Maybe I can help you, and maybe there is something you can do."
"Anything," she said eyes watering up.
I put my hand on her forehead, "Remember."
With that her expression became slack. She stood up and smoothed down her
oversized uniform. Then she stepped around me and through the door into
the hallway. She made her way back to her mail cart, with each step her
female body became more and more masculine, returning to its natural
state.
I hoped that my technique worked. I hoped that the feeling of being small
and at the mercy of someone larger would teach Dugen a real lesson.
Unfortunately my rapidly fading powers were giving me less and less
feedback. I sighed and went to the mirror to look at my reflection.
As much as I hated a lot of what I saw in that reflection, I liked it as
well. It was me after all. The me I grew up with.
I looked at the fine lines I didn't conceal with makeup this morning. I
looked at the hair with the single strands of gray that I would
occasionally find the time to pluck out. I adjusted my bra, feeling the
relief of the skin that no longer had nylon biting down into it.
I considered changing myself into a man, it'd always been a dream of mine
to try out such a thing, but I knew it'd be a one way trip. I had just
enough of this mysterious power left for one more transformation.
I then noticed her staring at me.
How could I have missed her? She was halfway out of one of the stalls,
looking at me with a strange expression.
"Carol," Sally said to me. She pointed down at herself. "Did you do
this?"
I didn't know what to say. I blushed and looked away. I washed my hands
in the sink. "Do what?" I asked her.
"Knock it off, you can see the difference, your denial just makes your
handiwork more apparent."
I felt an icy chill run down my spine. "Its what you wanted isn't it? I
mean its not like I did anything you didn't like right?"
I pulled out a paper towel and dried my hands. Funny, my hands felt
dirtier now.
She stepped up to me. She was shorter than me by a few inches, but that
didn't stop me from feeling as though I was standing before a parent
right after doing something naughty.
She reached a hand up to my head. She tipped me down and kissed me on the
cheek. Then she smiled, "Thank you."
I smiled back at her then was struck by what I thought I saw in her mind
before. I felt a thrill go up my spine. "Hey, by any chance are you...."
She shook her head and I felt myself deflate inside.
"But..." she said. "I have always wanted to..."
I felt my spirit rise."
She bit her lip then looked at me intensely. "...just for a little while
anyway. I want to be a man."
I thought about that for a moment, taking in what she wanted. "You want a
bathroom fling with me."
She nodded.
I felt a strange mixture of emotion run through me. So I could get Sally,
finally get Sally, but just once. I didn't know if that would be good
enough. Man or woman made no difference to me of course. One afternoon in
a bathroom though...
"I can't," I finally told her, tears watering my eyes. "It would hurt too
much to let you go afterwards."
She saw the expression on my face and smiled.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to test you." She said.
I looked at her confused.
"I like you, but you always seemed a little too shallow for me. I wanted
to know if you just wanted me for...conquest or if you wanted to be with
me for the long haul." She stood on tip toes and planted another kiss on
me.
I responded in kind. We embraced and fell into each other like butter on
toast. I couldn't believe I can get what I really wanted. I felt the last
of my power slip away, but felt it replaced by the warmth of my soul
mate. Now that we were within each others power.
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