LUCRATIVE INVESTMENT | JOYFUL BURDEN

 

 

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 “Ooo, someone’s excited today!” I cooed as I affectionately rubbed my tummy.  My little passenger kicked against my hand, their enjoyment evident.  I was on my way to get my nails done and meet with some friends later.  To most, I appeared to be a young and vibrant expectant mother and that’s exactly what I wanted the world to see me as.  The truth was certainly more perplexing to the uninitiated.

I’m blessed with the gift of the arcane - eldritch power that most people would simply call magic.  Like most, I trained in secret with others of my ability and I learned to weave powerful spells to alter almost anything around me.  Once I mastered my skill, I used my power to explore my feminine side.  The first time I transformed myself into a woman I knew I would spend most of my time this way.  It just feels right.  However, I learned of another and surprisingly lucrative advantage to my abilities.

The child within my womb is actually a client and they are paying for a full weekend.  They get to experience the maternal comfort of the womb - completely aware of the sensations that come with it.  I nurse and nurture them with my body as any mother would and I in turn get to feel the bond of mother and child.  I become a vessel for life and it brings me absolute joy.  They return to normal after their time is up and I am paid well for my service.

My clients say it eases their stress and allows them to simply exist in a place of comfort.  I adore the sensation of having a swollen tummy and the rush of maternal hormones it brings me.  My clients pay quite a lot for even just a few hours of time as a child growing within my womb.  The wealthiest of my clients pay top dollar to spend a trimester nursing within me.  My next client has booked the most time ever - nine months to full term.  I’m excited because I’ll soon know what it’s like to give birth.  This experience will also assure that I will be wealthy beyond my needs.  Still, I have no plans to stop.  Nothing else gives me this much purpose.

The Cost of Luxury | A Beautiful Trap

 

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There they are.  The two women in my life.  I couldn’t ask for a more beautiful family. They are my pastel-coated hell that I cannot escape.

When I met Gabrielle, I was a content widower focused on building my business and raising my son, Steven.  She was holding court at the country club among the other socialites while I was enjoying a whiskey and cigar after a round of golf.  Among a flock of beautifully enhanced women of means, Gabby was the standout.  I showed my interests immediately and she reciprocated.  Our whirlwind romance drew her quickly into my bed and eventually into home as my wife.

I love to spoil my women and Gabrielle is a woman used to luxury.  To me, my woman should be a symbol of my wealth and means so I opened my wallet to support her indulgent lifestyle.  I gladly paid for her extravagant shopping trips and weekly salon upkeep because I adored having a glamorous, feminine woman at my side.  She was entitled and demanding of my resources and attention and I gladly gave it all to her.  

Gabrielle quickly integrated herself into my life and took over the day-to-day household concerns.  I thought Steven would be upset with this but he bonded easily with Gabby.  She kept him close and took him with her on her salon visits and other feminine activities.  I didn’t know it at the time but she was surrounding him with her circle and fostering curiosities within my son.  Eventually she started to “accidentally” mix panties into his laundry and leave cosmetics in the shopping bags with his purchases.  When he opened Pandora’s Box and tried them on, she was waiting to snare the confused young man in a web of comfort and acceptance.  

Months went by without me knowing about “Stephanie.”  My wife encouraged his budding feminine persona by giving him everything I gave her.  He sat next to her in a salon chair and got his hair and nails done.  She had him at the cosmetics counter getting makeovers and bought him lavish clothes and jewelry.  By the time I noticed the changes, my son was well on his way to becoming a teenage version of my wife!

I should have been angered by this development.  Instead of a proud young boy entering high school and manhood I now had a self-indulgent, entitled little fashionista.  I looked at how utterly feminine my Steven had become and I felt - proud.  She pushed her new fake breasts up in her scandalously revealing dress and I was dumbfounded at how through her transition was.  Instead of raging at my wife, I took her to bed and ravished her like never before.

Now my wife knows that she has me.  The more she and my new sissy daughter indulge their desires, the more turned on I become.  Stephanie runs up my credit cards and continues her transformation into a teenage vixen.  Her mother encourages these habits and indulges in them herself.  I’m almost sure Stephanie is dating older men now and using the same tricks her mother used on me to milk them dry.  It’s also obvious by their conversations that she’s sexually active.  Yet I don’t resist; it only draws me deeper into Gabby’s web.  I can’t deny either of them nor do I want to.  I stand by in frustration at my impotence . . . because I want to join them.

Overwhelmed | The Embrace of Desire

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Thomas placed his suitcase on the bed, then plopped with a sigh.  His grandfather had given him a lot to think about.  Family legacy, magic and shapeshifting.  He would have thought his grandfather was insane had he not watched the patriarch transform himself into a young hispanic man. It was astounding to discover that his grandfather was a wizard with arcane powers unimagined.  It was even more amazing to discover that Thomas himself held the same abilities.

He turned to the suitcase next to him and opened it.  His fingers trembled as he grabbed the delicate lingerie within.  Like his grandfather, Thomas could shift reality and himself at a whim.  The ability to shapeshift was the magic that came naturally to his family - at least according to his grandfather.  Thomas had learned the basics from his grandfather but left for the weekend to test his talents and desires alone.

He could feel the tremble of magic pulsing within him as he clutched the bra and panty set.  The magic followed his orders and shrunk his fame, shifting mass and redistributing itself.

“Magic has a way of attaching itself to our greatest desires,” his grandfather’s voice echoed within Thomas’s head as he transformed.  “The more you want to change, the more potent your transformation becomes.”  Thomas groaned and licked his lips as his chest expanded and thickened.  He slipped the intimates on to support his developing breasts.  He couldn’t help but rub his thighs together as he felt mass shift into his hips and inflate his ass.  His bottom furiously tried to catch up to his breasts, turning Thomas into something voluptuous and fulsome.

Excitement growing, Thomas padded over to the mirror to see the results. His features softened into feminine delicacy, erasing the masculine.  The excitement grew and a voice within his head asked for more . . . and even more.

“Mmmmm” Thomas mewed as his breasts grew heavier within the cups of his bra.  His growing proportions challenged the support of his lingerie while his ass mushroomed into overabundance.  Something within delighted at this development and craved even more lushness!  Thomas’s hidden desires found what it wanted and surged into his manhood.  He squealed as he felt his balls and shaft pull inward to his abdomen, making him woozy.  The last bits of his masculinity absorbed itself into a blossoming flower of femininity.  The feminine creature reached down with a graceful finger and lightly prodded her new flat mound.

Naomi’s hidden desires had truly unraveled her former male self.  She was now abundant and curvaceous in a way her old self would have never dreamed of.  Everything felt so feminine and so right.  She wasn’t sure if she could be Thomas again - and she was less sure if she ever wanted to be.  She had the whole weekend to figure it out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BENDING WILL | LIVING HER BEST LIFE

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“Go ahead.  Do it.”  Madeline’s defeated voice said.

The bright light of the beam flickered as I pulled the trigger.  Her body deflated and fell to the ground, a pile of what appeared to be some flesh colored material.  I scooped up the fabric and went to her bedroom, smiling to myself before discarding my own clothing.  

“I’m so glad you’ve become agreeable to this little arrangement,” I said as I rolled the stocking-like fabric up my leg.  I sighed for a moment, loving the satiny touch of it. “We both know that this is best for both of us.”  My voice rose as I spoke, the register shifting into a more sultry, feminine tone.  I paused as the flesh-toned material merged with me, warming with life.  I fanned myself before pulling the clingy material up to my waist, feeling it constrict and mold my core.  I felt it entwine itself with my body, demanding my hips become fulsome and womanly.  Creamy, flawlessly tanned skin replaced my own pasty masculine shape, shrinking me down to a delectably petite height. I groaned as my manhood was swallowed by the void of the suit and replaced by a smooth feminine mound.  

“Aren’t you glad I spent weekends pampering your body, Madeline?” I purred as I pulled the rest of the suit over my chest and slipped my arms into the glove-like sleeves.  I flexed the fingers as they became dainty and graceful.  “I gave that pale skin of yours and gave you a glowing tan.  Then I had your body waxed to make you flawless!  To think you were hiding this fabulous body under frumpy clothes.”  I felt Madeline’s essence shivering under the surface, embracing my own spirit.  She was aware of every word.  I smiled as I felt my chest adopting her breast’s sensitivity and heft.  My delicate fingers slid underneath them and cupped my heaving globes.  I cooed and licked my lips, savoring their density and fullness.  “Gawd, aren’t you glad I got these enhanced?  Gave you some real curves.”  I grinned, finally pulling the head over my face submerging into darkness as the suit sealed.

I blinked, lashes flickering while my head swirled with giddy dizziness.  Everything was vibrant and vivacious.  I felt my nipples stiffen as my mind merged and dominated my host.  Madeline’s spirit surrendered to my anima;  A passenger within her own flesh.  

“Now I’m Madeline.” I said as I stood up, curves jostling and hips swaying as I padded to the bathroom.  I turned on the shower and glanced at the mirror, leaning forward to feel my breasts sway from my chest. “You love seeing it, don’t you?  The stunning, sexy bitch I turned you into?”  Madeline’s spirit pulsed, desperately submitting to my dominant aura.  

“This is the woman you could be but lack the heart or will to become. A man sculpted you into your ideal self. I'm that better girl.  I’m you!”  I twirled on a heel, stepping into the steamy water as I basked in my superiority.  The shower relaxed me as I pampered my delicious curves with a scented body wash.

“You don’t deserve such a delectable and shapely body,” I told my host as I patted my balmy skin dry. Her aura shivered in agreement, her whispers growing stronger within my mind.  I can’t stop you, she whimpered, aroused by her powerlessness.  I’m just a voice in your head.  

“That’s right,” I purred with satisfaction.  “You’re just a collection of  lingering thoughts.”  I savored the lovely sensations of scented oils and lotions moisturizing my skin.  The radiant glisten they gave my skin would look dazzling under the  dim candlelight of the restaurant my date was taking me to.  “You were so meek.  So mediocre when you should be a queen.”  

She never put up a fight or protested my dominion.  I took the silly lump of clay pretending to be  Madeline and made her a diva!  Every time I wore her, she watched me upgrade some aspect of her life.  I asserted myself as her proxy and shifted the narrative from docile wallflower to stunning vixen.  I brought out her best and made people bow to my heels.  I wrapped men around my finger and she felt the thrill of my exhilaration.  Every time I took control, she lost herself in the feminine power I exercised.  I was the mistress of her mind and body.  My control over Madeline was absolute.  

“You don’t fight me because you know you can’t do this,” My host pulsed in agreement as I brushed mascara on my lashes and traced my eyes with liner.   My lips were made more kissable by pink gloss and I had styled my hair into a radiant crown of gold.  “Don’t I look ravishing?  I bet Gregory will love it.” I told my reflection as I poured myself into an ivory ruched strapless dress.  I felt my host’s spirit flicker in surprise. “That’s right; The boy you’ve been crushing on for over a year - the one you didn’t make a move on and let your friend Valerie scoop up?  I did what you couldn’t do and made a move.  He’s taking me out.”    I slipped on my heels, standing in front of the mirror as the doorbell chimed.  I hit the door lock on my phone and struck a pose as Gregory walked in.

“Wow you look incredible, Maddie!” I preened and gave him a twirl, loving his attention.  My host pulsed with rapture.  

“Thank you, kind sir!”  I leaned against Gregory, rewarding his kind words with a cheek kiss;  A bit of sweetness to mark my property.  I knew my host felt my intoxication as he escorted me out the door.  She knew it would only be a matter of time before I took over permanently and became Madeline forever. 

Idolize 3 | Feel Special

 

 

The next chapter in Natalia's adventure!

Please make sure you read the previous chapters before continuing: 

 

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LUXURIOUS REPRISAL | THE BIRTH OF VENGEANCE

 

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A Woman's Business | Idolize 2

 

 Please read the first chapter of idolize before this!

The continuing adventures of Natalia with her magical aunt, Julie.  I broke it into smaller parts so the next one should be coming down the pipe soon!  Enjoy!

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 “Ok, ladies.  One. . .Two. . .Three!” The flash flickered as both Natalia and Julie held their poses.  Their photographer, a handsome man who they stopped while taking selfies, took several pictures of the women in different poses.  Natalia and Julie quickly minced over to him when they were done, eager to look at the photos.

“That one is so cute!” Julie said as she pointed to the screen.  Natalia glanced at their impromptu photographer as he waited to the side.  Julie finally turned her attention to him, shifting her hip to one side.  “Thank you sooo much!”  She cooed.  Nat watched as the man melted in the face of Julie’s smile.  Even in disguise, Aunt Julie’s charm shined.  With a few sweet words and a smile, she sent the handsome man on his way.

“I’ve seen you do that a hundred times and I’m still in awe of it,” Natalia told her aunt as they crossed the lobby.  It wasn’t unusual for them to go out clubbing together, but this time Natalia’s aunt wanted the thrill of being a younger woman.  Julie used her own shifter magic to transform herself from a mature and beautiful blonde to a fresh faced collegiate brunette. “You basically rejected him and he still walked off with a smile.”

“Who says I rejected him?” Julie said. “I gave him my number and told him to call me. ”

“Oh My God, Julie!” Natalia put a hand over her lips, suppressing a giggle.  

“What?  He was hot!  Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen you do the very same thing,” Julie led them past the bouncer.  He didn’t even bother to stop them for ID.  Just two stunning women walking past the velvet ropes, pretty privilege on display. “You’ve learned every trick I know and I’ve watched you use most of them.  In fact, you’ve gotten so good that I have a little proposition for you.”

“Oh? Do tell.” Natalia perked up, the naughty thrill of helping Julie always a source of excitement. Every task Julie had was always a pleasurable experience that nourished her own magical talents.

“It turns out that one of my girlfriends needs to be in two places at once,” Julie explained as they walked upstairs to VIP. “Since you help me out when I’m double booked, I told her that I have someone who might be able to help her out.  Think you are up to it?”  Natalia chewed on her lower lip, considering the request.  Julie first taught Natalia how to use her magic cosmetics by mimicking other people.  Natalia meticulously observed women around her in order to imitate them.  She spent hours in the guise of her teachers, her sister, even her own mother until Julie approved of each imitation.  “If it helps, my friend is willing to pay.  I showed her the pictures of us twinning and she couldn’t tell us apart!”

“Pay?  How much?” Julie leaned over and whispered to her niece.  Nat glanced over to her aunt in disbelief.  “Tell her she has a deal.”

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Natalia would’ve gladly taken the request as a favor to her aunt.  However, the money was the  wonderfully enticing icing on top of an already delicious cake.  In order to put Julie’s friend at ease, Natalia agreed to meet with her.  Julie provided her niece with a few pictures and Natalia studied her social media feeds.  After school, Natalia would shed her male identity and practice transforming into Julie’s friend, Jade.  The woman was a bit younger than Nat’s aunt but just as stunning.  Jade had a slender, distinctly feminine shape, and Nat studiously worked to sculpt Jade’s curvaceous breasts and tight core.  Natalia found Jade’s body felt wonderfully divine; it was so toned and captivating.  

“Gwad, your body is almost as enchanting as Julie’s,” Nat purred as her form shifted into Jade’s.  “Being you is going to be a dream.”  

It only took a few days for the changeling to adopt Jade’s shape, voice, and mannerisms.  Julie, ever the vigilant mentor, critiqued Natalia until her transformation was impeccable.  The day before meeting Jade, Nat selected an outfit from one of her pictures and purchased it for herself.  

The young mimic had a satisfied smile on her lips when she walked onto Julie’s balcony, hips swaying as the real Jade’s mouth hung open.  She casually slid across from Jade, dark hair styled exactly the same way.  Natalia’s eyes danced as Jade gaze took inventory of the identical jewelry, sunglasses, and even purse.  Her smile grew wider as Jade’s nose twitched, recognizing her signature perfume.  

“I know I’m a bit late,” Natalia spoke with Jade’s smooth soprano.  “I wanted to get my nails done.  I went to Athena’s on the corner of 10th and Regal.  I believe you know it?”  The real Jade remained slack jawed.  “They said I was two days early for YOUR appointment but Kelly was kind enough to fit me in.”  Natalia displayed her nails to Jade.  “Did she do a good job?”  Jade continued to look on, still in disbelief of her twin sitting in front of her.  Finally, she found her own voice.
“Ok, you clearly can pull this off.  I’ll Venmo half the money to your account then send you the rest when I get back.  I’ll also send you everything you’ll need to impersonate me.  You’ll have a copy of my keys, my phone, passwords and all the information you asked for.”

“If I may ask, where will you be?” Natalia asked.  Jade smirked at the question.

“I’ll be spending the week training at a private, intense boot camp in Cabo with my personal trainer.”  Natalia’s smile matched Jade’s as she picked up her purse before standing up.

“I hope you enjoy your trip.  I’ll take care of everything else.  Your husband won't know you are gone.

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Natalia coordinated everything with Julie in order to anticipate as many problems as possible.  They arranged for Nathan to take a trip with his favorite aunt as cover for him being gone during spring break.  She spent her free time studying all of Jade’s documents so that she could memorize as many details about the woman’s life as possible.  She was easing into the role with each passing day, finding her comfort with Jade’s body and details.  

When the day came, Natalia put on the outfit that Jade provided her and waited at aunt Julie’s place.  The real Jade walked in on time, wearing the same outfit she had sent Natalia.  

“Who are my best friends?” Jade asked her double.

“Simone, Chanel and Charlotte,” Natalia answered with ease. “You four meet for brunch every Saturday at Benson’s.”

“What’s my husband’s favorite dish?”

“Garlic Salmon with potatoes.  You have the cook make it for him at least once a week if he’s in town.”

“And what’s the name of my camp crush?”

“Officially Bradley Turner.  But your besties know you also experimented with Josie Loren.”  Jade sighed, shoulders viability losing up.  Natalia held up the pink designer purse that matched Jade’s.  “Your cloned phone, all your accounts, and everything else you sent over.”

“Feel free to go shopping while I’m gone,” Jade told her before leaving. “Think of it as a bonus.  If you are lucky, my husband will spend the weekend at the country club and you won’t have to deal with him much.”  Natalia’s eyes brightened at this bit of information. She was certainly going to take advantage of this new perk.  She waited the allotted time and then headed down stairs to Jade’s waiting car.

“Take me up town, Eric,” She told the driver. “I think I want to enjoy some retail therapy.” The driver nodded, never once questioning who the person was in the back seat.  Natalia slid her glasses down over her eyes, smiling to herself.  For the next seven days, she was Jade.