Transformations by Ross

  I didn’t notice the van at first. It was just parked there—nondescript, matte gray, no windows—on the side of the gym parking lot where the light never quite reached. I’d just finished a boring Thursday workout, sweat clinging to my shirt, earbuds in, halfway through scrolling some pointless feed while sipping lukewarm protein sludge. Then… “TARGET LOCKED.” The words blinked across my vision. Wait. What? I blinked. Rubbed my eyes. Laughed. “Jesus, I need sleep,” I muttered— “NEURO-LATCH ENGAGED.” …And just like that, I felt wrong . Like my spine had been replaced with something... wet and buzzing . My knees buckled, and I dropped to one, both hands clutching at the pavement as a sweet pink static poured behind my eyes, flooding my skull with sparkly syrup thoughts that weren’t mine .   And I moaned. Out loud. Not just a grunt or groan— A full-bodied, breathy, “Uuuhhhnnn~” Like a goddamn porn star, right there in the parking lot. Oh god. Oh fuck — “ INITIATIN...

  It was a stupid argument. Who had the bigger tits. We’d had it a dozen times—every time we went out, every time someone stared too long, every time one of us got free drinks and the other didn’t. She insisted it was her. I swore it was me. But this time? We let a coin decide. Heads, her boobs would double. Tails, I’d take hers . Not just grow mine. Take hers —right off her chest, right into mine. She laughed when we flipped it, arms squeezed under those massive tits of hers, practically glowing with smugness. She thought it was just a joke. She didn’t realize the coin was enchanted . It landed: Tails. And the second it did? Pop. Pop. Squish. She let out this helpless little gasp as her tits deflated —not instantly, not like a cartoon, but in slow, sultry waves. Her cleavage sank , her previously tight blue bikini top sagging with every inch that disappeared. You could see it—one tit shrinking faster than the other for a moment, making her panic and cup them, like her hands coul...

  The wine burned slow and sweet as she stared down at the coin, her fingers trembling with a mix of nerves and wicked anticipation. That tired soccer mom, the one who’d spent the day ferrying kids and cheering from the sidelines, was ready to let go. “Heads,” she whispered, lips slick and parted, “I stay the good girl. Tails… I’m yours to fuck, Daddy. I want to suck, to fuck, to cum like the dirty, insatiable milf I’m becoming.” The coin flipped high, spinning in the warm glow of the room. Her breath hitched, heart pounding as it tumbled through the air — a tiny spark of chaos and lust hanging between her and what she was about to become. Tails. Her body shivered as heat flooded every inch. Her tight mom jeans strained against new curves—hips widening, ass rounding, breasts swelling with hungry need. Her lips curled into a cock-hungry grin, dripping wet with desire. Her phone buzzed. A message from the coach.  “Come over. I’m waiting.” Her mind raced with filthy fantasies — t...

  Elsa’s tiny frame was a study in mischief, her blonde hair tumbling in soft waves that caught the light just right, making her look like a delicate, dangerous fairy. She stood before him, eyes gleaming with wicked intent, a sly smile curling on her perfect lips. Her man, a towering black stud, was no stranger to her games—but this one was different. With a flick of her slender wrist, she slipped the shimmering liquid into his drink. “You’ve got five minutes,” she purred, voice dripping honeyed menace. “If you can’t cum before then… well, you know what happens.” He took the glass, swallowing the potion down with a steady hand, eyes locked on hers, heart pounding. Elsa wasted no time. She kissed him, hard. She peeled off her clothes, revealing that tight little ass, flawless and begging to be touched. She turned, swaying provocatively, making sure he couldn’t look away.   Sliding onto her knees, she wrapped her lips around his thick cock, warm and wet, sucking with practice...

    Kendra lounged on the couch, her legs curled under her, watching as Jessie strutted through the apartment in nothing but her yoga pants and a sports bra, finding the best angle to take a seflie. Ugh. Again. Every goddamn morning.   Jessie was one of those girls—tall, toned, naturally skinny. The kind of girl who didn’t need to try, but still made sure you knew how perfect her body was. She always made a point of stretching in the living room, fake-yawning to show off her abs, twisting her waist like she was in a damn commercial. And worst of all? She had Chad . Six foot two. Blonde, bronzed, a total himbo with a jawline sharp enough to slice through fabric. Kendra wanted him. She could barely hide it. But Jessie? Jessie didn’t even appreciate him. She just used him like an accessory—bragging to her friends, letting him grope her in front of Kendra, showing off like she was untouchable. But Kendra knew his type. She watched the way his eyes lingered tight, tiny g...

  Well... it's fair to say I messed. Big time. My life used to be pretty great! Not great, but definitely not bad. Sure, dating was a bit difficult, but not because I wasn't an attractive guy. I'd usually go out, find a girl, and have no problem taking her home. Things would get hot and heavy. I was the king of foreplay... but once they would get really going, they always would want to take my cock out. Pull down the trousers, hoping to see a monster member to satisfy them all night long! Imagine their disappointment when they come face to face with my tiny little micropenis. After yesterday, I had enough. I took this little cutie named Annie up to my apartment roof. Things were going great. She took her tits out, and damn they were incredible! The way they bounced, god they were perfect! And of course... once Annie went for my cock, she burst out laughing, just like every other girl who had seen my pathetic little penis. That was the final straw. I looked onl...