Enchanted Penis: Foursome

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Boxer Thief

I finally caught him. My roommate, Greg, has the bad habit of not doing his laundry, but doesn't like to wear dirty underwear. I don't blame him, but if he just did his laundry he wouldn't have that problem. What I do blame him for is stealing my underwear.

He denies it every time I yell at him, and it's gotten to the point where I have to do his laundry for him just so he won't steal my clean boxers.

Well, I finally caught him in the act. And it was all thanks to that weird old guy in that small shop in the mall. He gave me this pair of black panties and told me to put them in my underwear drawer.

"The next person who sees them won't be able to resist putting them on," he said with a chuckle. "So be sure it's him who opens the drawer next."

I was still pretty skeptical that Greg would put the panties on, but the old man sweetened the deal by saying they were only a buck fifty. I couldn't resist that deal, even if I only got a laugh out of seeing Greg's face when he sees them in my drawer.

I put the panties in my underwear drawer and closed the drawer. I was almost tempted to open it myself just to see what would happen, but I heeded the old man's warning. I went downstairs to watch some television, and I kept my video camera with me just in case.

Greg came home not to long afterward and immediately went upstairs to take a shower. I waited until he went into our room, went upstairs, and stood outside, waiting to hear...well, something.

At what I thought was the right time, I swung my door open, video camera up, ready to humiliate Greg. He was just in the process of putting the panties on, the rest of him buck naked.

I laughed as I hit the record button, but Greg didn't even look up. As soon as the panties were in place, he began to change. It looked as if liquid was spreading out from the panties all along Greg's pale skin. Upon closer inspection, it was actually the effect of Greg's skin becoming tanner and smoother. Once his entire body was tan, the rest of the changes happened all at once.

His ass, breasts, and hair exploded outward from his body, as if they were being forced out. I was too distracted by those to notice that at the same time, the rest of his body had changed as well. Greg no longer stood before me, but a goddess.

Greg hadn't moved the entire time, not a muscle. But as soon as the last change took place, he looked over in my direction and smiled.

"Hello, lover," she said seductively. "I missed you in the shower. How about you put that video camera down and come make up for that."

I complied.

It wasn't the solution I was expecting. I don't even know if you would call this a solution, since my new roommate still wears my underwear. But I don't complain; she can wear whatever she wants.

Dollhouse: Replacement

Juan Diego, FBI had been investigating the Dollhouse for over a year now. It all started when he started looking into the missing persons report for one Elizabeth Allen. She had gone missing three years ago, and his only clue to go on was the word "Dollhouse."

Through extensive investigation, Juan was not able to find much. But he did find out that the Dollhouse was a super secret, super advanced brainwashing organization. They wiped people's memories so they could imprint new ones on them and send them out to fulfill the buyer's perverted fantasies.

Juan had tried time and time again to discover the location of the Dollhouse, and to find Elizabeth, but they were always three steps ahead of him. His search had even cost him his job.

But one day, Elizabeth came knocking at his door. And then she knocked him out.

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Juan woke up tied to a reclined chair. A tall woman with auburn hair stood over him. A bright light was shining from somewhere, but Juan couldn't see where.

"Hello, Juan. Welcome to the Dollhouse."

Juan's eyes opened wide with shock. He had made it, but at what cost? "Where is Elizabeth Allen?"

"Do you mean Luna? Her contract expired two hours ago. Her last assignment was to bring you in," the lady smiled. She had wonderful teeth, and a heavy English accent. "She is once again a free woman, allowed to live her life as if nothing had ever happened. A substantially richer life, I might add."

"Her contract? She didn't sign up to have her memory wiped every day."

"Why of course not. We recruited her. But she did sign her life to us for the last three years."

"You brainwashed her."

"In a way, yes we did. But she helped fulfill the dreams of many many people. I dare say, she has become very popular during that time. And that, of course, brings us to why you are here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I did not bring you here just so I could spill all my company's secrets to a sorry excuse for an FBI agent," she stopped and smiled. There was no menace there. "I mean, that you are to become Luna's replacement."

"What?"

"Well, we can't have you going back and telling all our secrets. And we certainly don't want to kill you. No, you're much more useful to us this way."

"You're going to make me a doll?"

"Not just any doll: Luna."

Juan couldn't speak. He knew their technology was advanced...but this?

"We have the technology to remove a person's memories and replace them as we see fit. It's not too much a stretch of the imagination that we have that technology as well."

"You'll never get away with this. I'll stop you!"

She laughed, "Oh my dear boy. You can't stop me, it's already happened."

"What?"

"We've injected you with the proper nanotechnology that will turn your body into an exact duplicate of Luna's," she explained. She showed him the remote in her hands. "All I have to do is press this button."

And she pressed it. Juan's body immediately exploded into many fast paced changes. He could feel each and every muscle and hair morph around him. His hair sprung out around his head, his skin complexion lightened and smoothened. The stubble on his face was gone, and so was his leg hair. His shoulders and waist pulled in, and his ass pushed out. He could feel breasts forcing themselves out of his chest and his arms lose their muscle mass.

Juan tried to yell as he writhed under the straps, but all that came out was a little squeak as his voice cracked. His dick had shrunk and pulled inside of him. He had changed into a woman. But he didn't have time to admire the changes to his body.

"I hope you enjoy your new body, Juan. But you won't for long. Now it is time to take away your memories," the strange woman walked away from him. "Goodbye."

"No!" Juan yelled out in a voice that was much too high. "You can't leave me like this!"

He saw her press another button on her remote as she walked out of the room, and darkness closed in around him.

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"Hello, Luna."

"Did I fall asleep?" Luna's voice was innocent and beautiful, like a child's. Her mind had no memories, wiped clean except for the few bare essentials.

"For a little while."

"Shall I go now?" Soon she would be given a new set of memories to complete her first assignment.

"If you'd like."

What the Hell is Going On?

This just didn't make any sense!

I don't remember anything before last night. Nothing to explain why I'm someone else's house. Nothing to explain why I was alone in said house. And definitely nothing to explain why I now had breasts and a pussy!

Why can't I remember anything? This shouldn't even be possible! There's no way I can be a woman. There's just no fucking way.

This has to be a dream. Ow! Fuck. No, pinching myself didn't wake me up. Think, dammit, think! Who was I with last night, where did I go?

Wait, how do I know it's only been one night? Maybe they drugged me and kept me sedated while they put me through surgery to make me a woman. I could have been out of it for months!

Or maybe this is all in my mind. Maybe I just secretly wanted to be a woman and didn't know it and now my mind is forcing my ideal world to the forefront.

Or maybe I was sucked into an alternate reality where I'm a wo...

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"Did you have to shoot her with a tranquilizer dart?"

"No, but she was starting to annoy me."

"Great. That's real professional."

"You would have done it if you had the gun."

"Whatever, looks like the mind changes haven't taken affect yet."

"Yeah, well let's take her back up to her room and let her sleep it off. Maybe when she wakes up she won't be so damn yappity."

"A pleasure to work with you, as always."

Lesbian Vampires

Sam had unwittingly walked right into the vampires' trap, and now he was strung up in the middle of their lair. There were four of them, all women. Rather hot women too, but Sam wasn't really in a position to do much with that. The tallest of them stepped forward.

"Hello, love. My name's Darla," she purred with a slight English accent. "What's yours?"

"Go to hell."

"Oh... well that's not very polite," she said as the other vampires snickered behind her.

"Screw polite," Sam growled. "You killed my brother."

"Killed? Now my dear boy, I don't kill human men," Darla turned and held out her hand to the others. The smallest of the group stepped forward and took her hand. She was small, with short brown hair and mousy features. They embraced each other in a passionate kiss. Darla turned and looked Sam directly in the eyes. "I turn them."

"You don't mean..."

"So disgusting men are. Especially you human ones."

"You bitch! Where is he? Show me my brother!"

"Why my dear boy, you're looking at her."

Sam looked at the unfamiliar female vampire still within Darla's embrace, and the realization hit him.

"Wesley?"

"Hello, little brother," the woman smiled menacingly and mockingly. "Do you like what they've done with me?"

"This can't be..."

"Believe it," Darla interrupted. The female vampire who used to be Wesley stepped back to join the rest of her group. "And now your fate will be the same as hers."

Before Sam could protest, Darla was on him, her teeth embedded in his neck. The pain was excruciating. He tried to push her off, but his strength was rapidly being drained with his blood. All he could do was hang there as Darla sucked him dry. But then she stopped. Sam, still hanging by his hands, had no energy even to lift his head.

Darla took a knife and cut a small hole in the side of her neck. The blood dripped slowly down her shoulder. "Now drink," she ordered. Sam tried to resist, but he didn't have the energy. He could feel his last vestiges of life leave him. Darla moved her bleeding neck up to his mouth. A drop of her blood touched his lips, and he could feel the life in it. Even with such a small drop, he could feel his energy returning. He drank hungrily, as if this was his first meal in weeks. He sucked and sucked, welcoming the warm blood into his body.

He could feel the changes as he drank. The new blood coursing through his body was changing it. He could feel his face change, his features becoming softer and his hair becoming longer. The changes moved down his body, where his neck thinned and his grunts from drinking became more high pitched. His shoulders and arms were much thinner, and he could feel his nipples puff out and balloon into very large breasts. His waist pulled in and his hips flared out. As his legs became longer and smoother, a void was formed where his manhood used to exist.

As the last change occurred, Darla pulled her neck away and ordered the others to let the new vampire down. Darla went and stood in front of her, "now, isn't this so much better?"

"So much better, Darla," she whispered. "Thank you."

Darla smiled as she pulled her new minion closer. "Of course, darling. Now, what shall we call you?"
*Pictures taken from movie stills of Lesbian Vampire Killers*

Suggestible

"Look what you did to me!"

"Oh believe me, I'm looking."

"Wow, I'm so beautiful. The spell even changed my clothes?"

"Yeah, and it affects your mind as well."

"What? How? When?"

"Whenever I want. Your mind is very suggestible now. Why don't you take off your clothes to get a better look at yourself?"

As Austin took off his shorts, "no I don't think I will, Brian. Just change me back before I do something I regret."

"Like what, Austin? Like how you want to suck my cock. Like how you want my cock to fill you up. Like how being a man wasn't very much fun and now you want to stay a woman forever."

"What? No..." Austin's mind was reeling. He couldn't keep track of which thoughts were his and which were being put into his head.

Brian kept going, "Why don't you come sit next to me. You want to touch my cock don't you? You want to suck it, don't you? You want to put your mouth around it and suck it. You want to taste my cum."

"Please no," Austin whispered as he leaned in towards his former best friend's dick.

"You love sucking cock. You want nothing more than to please me sexually. You're turned on by my dick and the thought of being fucked by it. You never want to be a man again. You love being a woman. And your new name is Audrey. You love that, don't you Audrey?"

"Mmhmm," was all Audrey could say as she worked hard on Brian's dick. She loved sucking her master's cock, and as the last vestiges of Austin receded to the back of her mind, she was so thankful that she got to be the one to suck it.

Levi's Jeans

Jeans were an important part of the Gold Rush culture. Levi Strauss moved to San Francisco in 1853 to open a Western branch of his brother's New York dry goods store. His company would come to be known as Levi Strauss & Co., with their most marketable product: Levi's Jeans. Soon he was selling denim overalls and pants to the gold-hungry 49ers.

But during his time, San Francisco was not a gender-balanced place. The men there had crossed countless miles of dangerous terrain in the small hope of striking it rich and bringing safety through money back to their wives and family.

And because of this, there were not many women in the area. Many men resorted to cross-dressing during parties, where it was socially acceptable for men to dance with other cross-dressed men.

Little known to most of the world, Levi Strauss, best known for the Levi's brand, was also a wizard. He saw that the men needed real women to help offset the daily failures of empty sacks. To help, he created a pair of jeans unlike any other. Any man who wore them would turn into a woman, and an extremely attractive one at that. The jeans also changed the man's mind to match his new body.

Levi only made one pair of his magical Levi's jeans. They slowly made their way around San Francisco, turning unknowing men into attractive female versions of themselves. Levi kept track of the pants as their effects were easily apparent to him.

One day, however, Levi realized that he hadn't seen any new changes in quite some time. But this did not worry him anymore. The increase in new workers and discovered gold had created a booming center of commerce in San Francisco. And with a new city, came security, so men were more willing to take their wives along for the ride. Levi's jeans were no longer needed.

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A hundred sixty years later, Lee found them, but he didn't know it at the time. His grandmother had passed away, and it was his family's job to go through her things. They spent days going through her house, deciding what to toss, what to sell, what to keep. Lee was given the attic. That's where he found them, of course. They looked to be his size, a little beat up and torn, but good. Lee threw them in the "keep" pile.

After logging many hours there, his grandmother's house was packed up. They took our boxes home and collapsed. It was supposed to be part of the grieving process, but it was more work than anything. Lee hadn't even known her that well. Oh well, it was done.

Lee went up to my room with his one box of her stuff that went to him. He took out the jeans, dusted them off, and tried them on to make sure they fit.

The jeans fit really well, but as soon as the button was fastened, the jeans seemed to shrink on him. It was quite sudden, but they kept shrinking, even when his balls were being squished under their power. He fumbled with the button, to try and get them off, but nothing would budge. The jeans just wouldn't come off. The jeans kept shrinking, and Lee along with them. He could feel his legs change, and his penis get pressed up against his groin. Lee's ass didn't shrink after a certain point, however. It even seemed to get bigger. It was pretty apparent what was about to happen: he was going to turn into a girl.

Lee was seeing everything in slow motion, like those few nanoseconds before you get into a car crash. He could see the changes move up his body as his waist thinned and his abs flattened. Moving up, he could feel his chest balloon and push away from his body. Two enormous breasts were growing there. From there, Lee's arms, hands, and shoulders thinned and lost muscle mass. His voice grew in pitch when the changes reached his neck and his face distorted itself to match his new body. Hair cascaded down his back.

Lee looked in the mirror, seeing his new body with disbelief. But then the final change hit him, the one that would change his mind. It made him dizzy, but when his head cleared, there was no longer a Lee.

Instead, Lilah stood there, admiring her body in the mirror. She went and picked out a shirt to go with her form-hugging jeans. Lilah was ready to go out and please the men around her.

All thanks, to Levi's magical pair of jeans.

Twins!

Randall and Mark were twin brothers who decided to backpack through Europe together. They hit all the high points, crashed on floors, and stayed in hostels. But one hostel proved to be quite different from the others. It was in Amsterdam, a hostel that seemed too good to be true. Cheap prices, cheap meals, great parties, and naked women everywhere. The only catch was that the lady who owned the place said guests were only allowed to stay one night.

Randall and Mark could barely contain themselves. They stayed for a day and a night, but didn't want to leave the next day. They had each gotten massive amounts of head, sex, ass, everything. How could they leave a place like this?

So they formed a plan. They would leave as instructed, but would sneak back in that night. They both snuck in with no problem, and the girls there were again very excited to see them. All the girls surrounded Mark and Randall, enveloping them in folds of smooth skin and soft breasts. They went to sleep that night deep within those folds.

Daisy and Mary are still at the hostel, working there and pleasing the guests who come and go. They couldn't be happier in the presence of other beautiful women like themselves. And the sex was just magical.

Other guests tried to stay just as they had, and those guests became permanent residents, just like the twins once named Mark and Randall.