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Beauty and the Prince
By Naomi Pearce
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Welcome to my second multi-chapter project! This is an idea that
struck me while doing transformation RPs with some people online some
years ago, and I just now got around to writing it. I hope you enjoy
the steamy plot and stay tuned until the end. Thank you.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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Prologue ----------------- [INTRO]
Chapter 1 ---------------- Coming Soon
Chapters 2-10 ------------ Coming Later
Epilogue ----------------- Coming Eventually
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Prologue [INTRO]
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I sighed with contempt as I slammed my pen down on the financials on my
desk and leaned back in my chair with a hand running through my short,
dark hair. Perfect. Fucking perfect. I finally collected all the rent,
paid off the utilities, paid off all the repairs recently done, and got
my taxes filed away, yet still wasn't able to put enough money for a
fucking vacation. Is three a year really that much to fucking ask for?
Maybe I'll raise rent again at the end of the leases, thankfully
Illinois hasn't backed up rent control yet.
I run a boarding house on the east side of Chicago just a 15 minute
walk from Lake Michigan and nearby some parks. Two of the tenants were
students at the University of Chicago, which I made a deal with and
could squeeze some extra cash out of. I supplied room and board, making
this place a step up from the rest. I had one room on the ground floor
reserved for myself, and rented out the other nine. Zach, my chef, got
a discount for providing the food, and the rest of the tenants paid me
by the first of the month. Well, all but one, but I have a special
arrangement with her.
Thunder crashed as the torrential downpour outside continued on in the
night. Supper was served 30 minutes ago and all the residents were in
the dining room. I didn't permit food in their rooms and made them eat
downstairs, I wasn't dealing with another fucking roach problem because
of some hoarder.
I finally closed the books for the night and got up from my seat,
stretching my back. I left the office near the front door and crossed
the hall to the dining area. Chatter slowed down. I don't know why
nobody seemed to like me, I thought was a pretty likeable guy. Even my
ex-wife seemed to have hated me before we even got married, the bitch.
Everyone silently stared at me as I grabbed my plate. Fuck it was
unnerving. I sneered as I left the room with my plate and headed back
to my office where I could dine without judgement. As I sat down at my
desk I heard the slow roar of conversation lift again in the room
across the hall as everyone returned to their conversations. Fuck those
pricks.
Light flashed, filling the room as another roar of thunder rolled
through the house and shook the windows. I was watching random videos
online while slowly eating my soup when the power flickered and
restarted my computer. I dropped my bowl on the table in frustration
and a little bit of its contents splashing onto my paperwork.
"Great..." I muttered to myself.
The doorbell rang. Fuck, now what? Who the fuck was here in this
weather. I got up to answer the door, noting that the conversation in
the dining room had shifted to who could possibly be here in this
storm. I opened the door to a small, old, homely looking woman
clutching a plastic grocery bag. Behind her was a shopping cart of
trash bags and various items. The disgusting little creature was
drenched.
She looked up at me with big, beady eyes, "Ca-ca-can I come i-i-in?"
she asked through shivers from the cold, wet wind.
"Sorry," I responded, "booked solid." There was no way I was letting
some hobo in here.
"I d-d-don't need a r-r-room. Just the couch. Until th-th-the weather
pas-s-ses," she begged, reaching into her grocery bag, pulling out a
wallet.
I laughed. "$250 and you leave after the storm."
"All I ha-ha-have is sixty dol-" she tried to say, but I slammed the
door in her grotesque little face and locked the deadbolt.
I shuddered. "filthy little thing," I said to myself.
As I turned my back to the door to go to my office, the hard oak doors
behind me flung open with such force that it shattered the spring
doorstop in the wall and the handle embedded itself in the wall. Wind
and rain gushed through the opening, soaking the hallway and even the
wooden staircase behind me past the foyer. In the door frame was a
light so bright I had to hold up my hand to shield my eyes until it
dimmed enough for me to see what was there.
Standing in entryway was a beautiful, perfectly sculpted woman floating
about an inch off the ground with her toes pointed downward. Light
radiated from her skin, not an article of clothing in sight. Her long,
golden locks of hair covered her perky, bulbous breasts and flowed
gently, defying the strong wind rushing through the corridor.
Her eyes were closed, but they snapped open with their gaze piercing
through my very core. She raised a finger and pointed at me. "You vile,
selfish little worm. I've been turned away many times tonight, mostly
out of fear. Oh, but you are a spiteful little thing full of hatred."
She raised her hands up, lifting her gaze to the ceiling and chanting.
I tried to take a step forward, but was still frozen in place. My arms
were forced to my sides and legs straightened out. The threads of my
clothes were tugged and unraveled, flying off my body and singeing away
into nothingness, leaving me naked and exposed. Rain blew in from the
door and splashed onto my unveiled skin, dampening my body hair. The
chilled air gave me goosebumps as it brushed my flesh. I was
embarrassed and helpless.
The freezing sensation was soon overcome by a growing warmth within. It
started in my stomach, but expanded outwards through my chest and limbs
before reaching the surface of my skin. It was calming and comfortable,
but panic still set in. I heard grunting and cries for help in the
dining area as well, but the sounds were muffled under the overwhelming
stimulation my senses were experiencing.
The hold on me started to weaken. I was able to move my head and my
arms a little, but it was like moving against the current of running
water. My skin felt like it was searing in heat, but not painfully. It
was one of the most pleasant sensations of my life and that scared me.
My body hair was receding into my skin. Slowly the dark forest covering
every inch of me left pale, silky skin unprotected. My chin rubbed
against the top of my chest as I tried to get a better view, and the
rugged skin that was usually there gingerly greeted my chest.
My calloused fingers shrunk and my toughened, worked skin softened. My
nails grew just over a quarter inch from the tips. My thick arms
slendered out as my shoulders popped and shrunk inwards. Forcing my
neck down to see my feet, they were shrinking as my thighs filled out.
My hips popped next, the sound echoing through my body. They widened
outwards while my ass filled up and pushed backwards. I felt the
surface area of my bottom half getting larger as more wind brisked
against it. I forced my hands downward onto my tender skin, my hips
pushing them away. I caressed my ass cheeks as they rounded out into a
firm bubble.
My face twisted and contorted, bones cracking as they shifted. I wasn't
able to see the changes, but the room definitely looked like it was
getting bigger. My gaze slowly moved up to maintain eye contact with
the floating, chanting enchantress as I lost height.
My view became slightly obscured as my hair whisked into view. My bangs
stopped just below my brow so I could barely see it with my peripheral,
but the sides and back continued to tickle as it grew downward and
waving in the wind. As it grew the color lightened, shifting from the
dark raven to a lighter red-brown color. It's luxurious texture was
soft, caressing my shoulders down to lower back.
I collapsed down onto my knees, hair slinging over one shoulder as my
chest welled up and burned. My nipples were on fire as my bosom grew.
Tits! I was growing fucking tits! My breathing started to pick up as
the growing orbs on my chest beared their weight on me. I was
hyperventilating and begging for this to end, but still they grew. I
sat up, kneeling in place and raised my hands to the luscious tits that
would be the envy of every woman and lust of every man. My stiffened
nipples poked my hands, overflowing with the tissue that was still
growing. I must have been a D-Cup by the time they finally finished.
My hands fell to my side as I began to weep, only one change left. My
crotch screamed as my balls clenched and leaped upwards. They traveled
to just below my stomach as my insides churned. I wrapped my hands
around my aching abdomen as semen streamed out of my shrinking cock and
orgasm washed over me. It flowed steadily out of me and onto the floor
until all that was left of my pride and joy was a little button hidden
behind a slit between my legs.
*****
Everyone around the table were laughing and chatting amongst themselves
when the doorbell rang. The loud chatter in the room died down as they
discussed amongst their peers who could possibly be out in this horrid
weather. They listened as their asshole landlord rudely shut the door
on some poor person. Complete, awkward silence fell over the crowd
around the table. It was only several seconds before they jumped,
startled from a loud crash and saw rain cascading into the hallway with
a rush of wind. Chanting filled the room as everyone clutched
themselves and loved ones.
In one of the seats was Brad. He was a stocky guy in his early 20s with
messy, dirty blonde hair and varying levels of facial hair that greatly
depended on how much he felt like shaving that day. His whole body
flared up, causing him to moan out loud, his voice adding to the
cacophony of varying screams filling the room. His skin and clothes all
brightened until every part of him shifted into an ivory white. He held
his hands up and stared in horror at the palms of his snow white hands
as his fingers melded together and hands started stretch outwards into
large circles. Where his finger tips used to be were forced together
and woven in place. His legs pulled upwards off the ground and torso
shrank. He looked around the room to see similar various changes taking
place around the room. His vision started to become blurry and hearing
began to dull. He was unable to smell the sweet aroma of the soup on
the stove anymore, leaving only his sense of touch left. His shoulders
shot upwards in lace as his legs totally vanished and torso was only a
few inches tall with a prongs in the back clipped into place. He
floated gently onto his seat, changes complete, as a generously sized
bra
At one of the heads of the table sat Parker. A well groomed man with
slicked back dark hair and dressed nicely from his long day at work. He
too, changed to an pearly satin color as his skin shifted to a soft,
cotton consistency. His arms and legs pulled in upon themselves while
he howled out for help until he was just torso and head. his waist
pinched impossibly inwards and length shrunk down until his head was
below the edge of the table. His rib cage pushed outwards, separating
from his body so he could look down into himself as two holes appeared
on either side of his hollowed figure. His senses too started to dull
and vanish until all that was left was his touch. His head fell inward,
flattening out into a tag until the changes left him as a cute pair of
panties.
Mark and Marsha were a couple and looked at each other as they both
began to change. Marsha watched as her boyfriend's arms sucked into his
shoulders and hands disappeared until only his biceps remained. His
legs fused together and feet pulled in and vanished. His entire
composition faded into a pale blue as his torso pumped outwards and
hollowed out. His neck widened and head flattened into a square shape,
falling into the hole of his ribcage and turning into a tag like
Parker. He collapsed into his chair as a deep V-neck blouse, unable to
move or speak.
Mark watched Marsha go through similar changes as her arms were flat
against her sides, merging in as well as her legs. Her color shifted to
pitch black and neck snapped her head upright. Her mouth gaped open
while her throat tunneled down to her pussy as the perimeter thinned to
a sheet of fabric. Her tongue squared out until it too became a tag.
Softly the black skirt fell into the chair.
By the stove, Zach was still stirring the soup. He was a large, black
heavy set man that got a discount for feeding the house two meals a
day. His skin and clothes flashed as they deviated from his dark black
to a deep purple. His skin became like silk, literally, and looked in
terror at his hands as holes dug through their palms and into his arms.
His fingers sunk into themselves alongside his toes as the tunneling
started from his heels and up his legs. The cavernous system met in his
chest as a seam slipped from his jaw to his crotch. The backs of his
legs melded together, and head flattened out. Dropping onto the ground
in a pile was a gorgeous purple nightgown.
Seeing the changes start in the others, Celeste climbed onto the lap of
her wife, Alex, straddling and kissing her for what she figured might
be the last time. Both of their skin took on a ruby red tone as tears
streaked down their faces. Celeste ran her hands through her wife's
vanishing short hair while her own spiraled behind her and hardened.
Both of their mouths widened as they kissed until they were too stiff
to move anymore. Alex's arms whipped behind her back and fused together
while both of their legs morphed into one. Their gaping mouth running
down to their toes until they dropped onto each other as a pair of red
heels.
Autumn and Clara held each other's hands. They've been best friends
since childhood and held each other during this trying time. Their skin
both turned beige and arms fused together with each others. They
pressed their heads together as their chins extended out, connecting to
their arms and their legs wrapped around. Holes bore through the tops
of their combined bodies, mining through to the bottoms of their feet.
They skin became near transparent as a pair of pantyhose fell between
the chairs and onto the floor.
Anxiety took hold of the androgynous Devan as their skin hardened and
took on a metallic sheen. both of their hands tugged the thumbs up to
the middle fingers to form O's and dropped off their wrists onto the
floor as golden bracelets. Their ears suffered a similar effect,
dropping into the chair as a pair of earrings. One by one they lost
parts of their body, falling into the chair as various rings,
necklaces, and other jewelry.
In another chair, a very well kept man cross-dressing felt his changes
coming on. His eyes started first, both growing and melding together
until they filled his entire face with one giant eye. Both his arms and
legs stiffened, forced to be outstretched and turning black. His torso
expanded, taking on a large square shape as he was forced to lean
backwards, breaking the chair into pieces As he stood on all fours
backwards. He neck snapped up as his eye became flattened and
reflective. His four legs grew, rising up, completing a beautiful
varnished vanity.
Finally Jeanette took on her changes. Her legs swelled up, bulging as
they lost their length, becoming two large orbs balancing her upright.
her entire being shifted pink and took on silicon qualities. Her arms
forced themselves into her sides as her face was forced to look
upwards. Her face coalesced around her nose as her head took on a
mushroom shape. Her phallic body shrunk, getting veins running up her
sides until an 8-inch dildo sat fully erect in the chair.
The room was deathly silent as everyone changed together into various
clothing and feminine products, unable to speak to move, their sense of
touch and still active minds being the only remaining remnants of their
former selves.
*****
I sat on the ground, leaning against the wall crying with my effeminate
legs stretched out away from me. The chanting slowed down and
eventually stopped, and I was free to move as I pleased, but I didn't
want to do anything but die where I was. I placed one arm under my well
endowed chest and held my other arm with it while I used the wall to
support myself.
The golden haired bitch lowered herself to the ground, no longer
levitating, and strutted over to me. She leaned over, pulling my chin
up with her finger so my eyes met hers.
Her perfect lips parted. "I placed a curse on you and all who reside in
this repugnant establishment. To break it you must get another woman to
confess her romantic love to you. But be warned," she said, pointing to
my new vagina with her other finger, "should a man deflower that
precious rose and you conceive child, you and all those under this roof
will all be forever doomed to remain like this."
She began to walk away, but my vision started to become blurry as
consciousness slipped away and I crumpled to the ground and fainted.
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Chapter 1 [CH001]
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Coming Soon
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