Cynthia was an older woman. Really she was only in her thirties, but already men had started saying nasty things. They snickered about how desperate she must be. How she'd probably do anything to get someone to marry her.
Tyler was different. Sure, he was young. But he was sweet too. They hadn't been dating for long. But things seemed to be going well. Besides, the sex was great.
Then everything changed when one of her friends happened to overhear Tyler talking with some friends in a bar. Her friend said her newfound lover was disgusting. He was bragging all the time about bedding Cynthia, and seemed particularly proud about the fact she gave great head. Older woman love giving head, he said. They couldn't help it. They liked being on their knees, and would do anything to get a man to like them. Because they only want one thing. They'll do anything for a man to put a baby inside them. Plus, lots of experience.
Obviously, Cynthia was furious. But rather than just break up with him, she contacted some distant relatives to send her an old family heirloom. A bracelet with three stones, and three wishes. She wasn't just done with Tyler, she decided she was done with men in general. She made a plan. And prepared to leave all her troubles behind.
She confronted him at his apartment, and even gave him a chance to explain. She wanted to believe him. After all, she still had some feelings for him. But he lied. She could tell. And when she called him out, he admitted it. He really had said those things. Although he insisted he was drunk. And he liked her for more than just the sex.
Yeah right.
"Oh Tyler," she smirked, "It's ok. I forgive you. But there's one condition, and I'm afraid it's quite serious. I wish you would understand what it's like to be a older woman trying to find love in the world."
He tried to interject, when one of the stones on her bracelet flashed and dissapeared. A trick of light?
He knew something had changed. There was a tightness in his chest, and for a moment he thought he might be having a heart attack. Then he realized it was just...his tshirt. Was it shrinking?
He breathed hard as the shock began to build. Cynthia took a seat as the magic dug deeper . The older woman smiled as the tension in his chest built and his shirt tightened with every breath.
His body was thinner now. His arms too. And his pecs?
There was some subtle change as the tension boiled over to the a fine point, focusing in his nipples. They were devilishly sensitive. The perky skin tenting his shirt as the soft flesh continued to swell. He blushed as his lover looked him up and down. She already knew what he was too scared to admit.
"Be careful," she purred, "Those curves are making me jealous!"
He gasped for breath as the tension continued to boil, but all over now. His arms and ribs continued to thin, while other parts started to swell. He seized in pain as the tops of his jeans dug into his skin. He screamed, and arched his back. The tension became too much. His jeans and boxers burst.
Cynthia clapped.
The shreds of denim began to warp and fall away. the swelling growing all around. His thighs. His hips. Squeezing his clothes in strange shapes as he squirmed. Heat building all the time.
His cock went hard as the heat concentrated there. His voice cracked higher as the threads of his boxers and jeans changed. Coalescing into something altogether different. More delicate. More feminine. And yet old fashioned.
He blushed in horror as he realized. The soft shape cradling his still growing curves. Floral designs spreading across his plentiful ass to highlight the womanly curves it was now impossible to ignore. He was wearing panties. And not a young woman's panties at that.
His ass pushed out, swallowing the silky fabric. Now the changes were too great for even his denial to ignore. He reached down, slowly, on instinct. Scared what he would find.
His fingers tracing the curve of his new shape. The soft flush of supple flesh. He reached with building dread between his legs. Into the growing center of the heat. Where the silky material still bunched.
He gasped as the tension seized. His fingers brushed the nub of his cock, still there. At least an inch or two still left. But pulsing subtly smaller every second as his tighs swelled ever wider. And a gash began to form, slick even through the silk of the panties. The want of it growing with desperate need.
He bit his lip as the heat continued to grow, and his hips grew wider. He moaned under his breath. He didn't know how. But as his manhood strained against the silk, and something new grew to take its place. As much as he might want to be a man, that need between his legs was growing stronger.And it wanted to be filled.
He darted upright before he could think too much about what he'd just felt. Cynthia giggled as he registed the golden locks that tumbled down from his head. Brushing against his shoulders as he blinked mascara onto his eyes.
His skin was desperate boiling pink in shame as he felt the changes build.
His shirt shifted as his breasts pushed out. Revealing just the slightest hint of cleavage. Cynthia cheered as it became clear. The changes were reaching their crescendo.
Tyler was fading fast. And the woman he would become was taking shape.
As his chest pushed outwards he felt a last spasm of fight between his legs as the nub threw out its last spurt of masculinity. His legs pressed together as he reached down in desperation. There was no final push. No great moment where everything changed. Only the slow dying realization that with that last pulse of heat, there was no more his cock could shrink. Now there was just the gash. And the woman that remained. It happened so fast. His manhood had not died with a roar, but with a whimper.
Cynthia beamed as her boy toy faded and a woman arose.
His silk panties lay flat now. Not even a hint of a bulge. There was nothing left but the wet lips he now felt nestled between her meaty thighs, and just inside, the wanton little bead of pleasure that once had been her cock. She shivered as the heat began to subside and the final changes settled in.
It was over. She was a woman now.
Her mind was swimming and she hardly felt the pin stab of pain as her ears were pierced. Little studs appeared then grew and grew. First small hoops then growing larger still.
Somehow despite all the changes, he fixated on this one. Maybe because it felt like it should be in his control. His body might have changed inexorably. But couldn't she at least choose her own jewelery? Apparently not. The baubles grew ever larger, dangling low from her ears. A glittering weighty reminder of what she now was. A woman. A prize. A beautiful thing to be won, and flaunted, clinging to an arm.
The hoop earrings were hopelessly out of date. But then she remembered the words of Cynthia's wish. Not just a woman. An older woman. The earrings were out of style. And she realized, that was the point.
The new woman had given up all fight as the final changes settled around her. Her shirt grew ever larger as its color and material changed. Any shred of her pants was gone as her shirt shifted subtly. Silky and soft. It cinched lower, revealing her shoulders as it hinted at her curves.
As the fabric shifted, she caught a glimpse of the curves that now would be bouncing all with her every step. She was stacked.
Then as she abandoned all fight, her lips were painted a dainty shade of pink
The hem of her dress folded itself in delicate patterns as she crossed her arms in self defense. Her breasts rose with every breath. The damp heat of shame between her legs reminding her all the time of the horrible absence. What she'd lost and what remained, between her thick and womanly thighs.
She wasn't a girl, not a dainty little thing. Immediately Tyler knew what he had become. Exactly what Cynthia wanted him to be. Exactly the type of woman he'd mocked and belitted. And what every curve and wrinkle would remind him he now was. Tyler was gone. And now Tanya was here, all hips and legs, tits and smoky eyes. A curvy cougar after his own heart.
"Aren't you the perfect, sexy little minx. You feel it don't you?" she teased, "You're a hotty, and you know it."
Tanya felt utterly helpless, a plaything in Cynthia's hand. The woman who once had looked so loving and sensual now seemed horribly wicked and predatory. Like she could pounce at any moment. Tanya was too scared to move as the bigger woman assessed her curves. Her eyes roaming without shame.
"I could eat you right up."
"In fact, it's making me all hot and bothered just looking at you. The thought of my man trapped in the body of a sexy little milf. All ass and tits, Forced to put up with cat callers and creeps who just want to use your body? God, it's delectable."
Tanya bit her lip. Speechless. Cynthia pawed at her own curves, nearly fingering herself at the thought of the life she'd trapped him in.
"But you know what would be really hot?" she mused, "If you're gonna be a curvy woman now, it only seems right that I should be your dominant new man. I wish I could show you the appreciation you deserve."
She snickered in mock surprise as another flash of light came from a stone on her bracelet. Then vanished.
Tanya's jaw dropped as Cynthia's own body began to change. In only the span of a few seconds, the woman he had fucked dozens of times was gone. And in her place was a hulking man. A huge, handsome beast. If Tanya had been scared before when they were almost the same size, now she was terrified.
He loomed over her, monstrous. But even as her fear told her to run, there was something else too. A delicate thought that liked the way his eyes devoured her. Made her feel small. Safe. His.
No. She had to run.
He pulled his cock loose from his boxers.
"How do you like the look of that babe?" the man taunted as she stumbled back against the wall.
She wanted to run, but before she could take another step, the man who once had been Cynthia raised the bracelet ominously. Its last stone shining with terrible power.
"What was it you said at that bar?"
Tanya gulped.
"Older woman love sucking cock, right? They're desperate to please, just can't control themselves when they're around it, right? That's what you said."
"Please, Cynthia. I'm sorry"
"It's Cain now," she thundered, "And it's too late for apologies. You said what you said. All the men all say it. Only now my sweet little cougar, you're gonna have to live it. And I'm gonna enjoy every moment. So think hard about what you said. Because now, I wish you would show me exactly what you had in mind."
There was one last bolt of light as the final jewel twinkled to dust. The whole bracelet dissapearing, its final bolt of magic leaping out in service of Cain's first and last wish as a man: that Tanya would be exactly the sort of woman she thought Cynthia should be. Her clothes dissapeared as the woman's mind rearranged.
He was still a man, still himself. Herself. Whoever she was becoming beneath those curves.
Cynthia didn't want to destroy her lover. She wanted to trap him. Lower his mind into a desperate trick of need and want that the woman would be utterly helpless to resist.
There was a little fight within her. Just a moment of pause as the man tried to push back. He was Tyler. He didn't want this. But he was also Tanya. She got to her knees and put the cock to her lips, suddenly transfixed.
The man hated that he was a woman, but the magic took that and twisted it. She didn't hate her curves, she hated how they sagged. Not how short she was, but how she carried all that weight on her hips. She hated every pound, every wrinkle. Not just because they reminded her she was now a woman. But now there was some seed of a deeper shame too. Not only was she a woman. She was past her prime, not as pretty as the younger girls. She was jealous of their beauty, and she hated herself for it.
But now here she was, on her knees in front of a man. A young man, a handsome man. And despite her age, his cock was rock hard for her. And as much as she might hate it, she loved that she could still make her lover hard.
insider her, Tyler broke, and Tanya took her lover between her lips.
"Good girl," he jeered.
And she hated that too. But he grabbed her by the hair and growled as her tongue traced the length of him. Her lips wrapped tight. The raw taste overwhelming. She hated it. She loved it. She couldn't speak. Couldn't pull away. Could only moan as he looked her in the eyes and used her like what she was.
His woman.
She felt him tense and teased his head with her tongue. She wanted him. Wanted desperately for him to cum for her. To make her taste his seed.
But instead he pulled back. She thought she'd dissapointed him. But then he unloaded. His cum coating her face and chest. Her breasts huge and sticky, cumsoaked.
She had done well.
She grabbed at his cock, desperate for more as she rubbed the rod across her lips and face.
"You're a natural."
Cain laughed, but she didn't care. The waves of pleasure cresting.
She was his.
Then there was a break between the waves. The heat and need faded and her mind began to surface.
She closed her eyes in shock and desperate shame. Her eyes, her lips, her tits. Everything was hot and sticky with his cum. She was a man. And now this.
What had she become?
In the days that followed she would try to fight it. But every bouncing step reminded her of her new predicament. The tantalizing trap her lover had forced upon her.
The man inside her might not want to submit, to give in to her womanly urges. But Cain was always there. And she could hardly resist when he would dangle his cock and force her to beg, just for the opportunity to get on her knees.
But there was more. Soon enough he told her, if she wanted him, her mouth wouldn't be enough. She'd have to give in. Completely.
She wanted to be a man. But the plush want of her body overwhelmed her. The need to be fucked. And something deeper she tried to deny. A burgeoning need to be filled. To arch her back and splay her curves as she felt something growing inside.
She laid back and watched her own surrender. He pushed in. And as she moaned for him like a slut, she knew something had changed.
She thought she wanted to fight. She thought she was fighting.
But in this new life, the toxic thoughts of the man she had been were now the web of her own submission. Cain knew you could never really trap someone's mind with magic. Not for long. The lust had faded after that first midnight.
But the belief remained.
And as he plowed her wanting curves with his power, she believed she was helpless. And so she was. She believed women were slaves to desire. And so her life bent to the shape she thought it would be. The magic had long faded. And Tanya was left with nothing but the natural urges of a woman's body. And the roaming thoughts that teased her.
Now she cooed with desire as she broke for him, free of magic. Her curves bounced in total submission as he made her his woman.
And then there was that final twist. The thing she had come to hate and fear most of all. The thing he'd thought all older women wanted. And Cynthia really had wanted it, much as she hated the snide way that men mocked her "biological clock". It was true, she'd been getting older. And she did need a man to get the family she always wanted. Just not the way she'd expected.
Now as her curvy minx sunk deeper in the mazes of her own denial, all it took was one question. A few words to set the woman ablaze with a budding matron instinct too strong to deny.
"Don't all older women want a family someday?"
She spiralled. The thoughts burrowed deeper. And that need between her legs. She let it grow. And told herself it was magic at work when she swooned at the thought of him. Making her rounder, and fuller, for him. Making her a mother.
It was not the magic, that had long faded. Just the growing force of the woman she believed she was supposed to be. She smiled as she imagined her body changing, forced to shop for ever larger bras.
And why not?
After all, she told herself, she had childbearing hips for a reason, right?
And eventually she broke.
She shivered as she felt him fill her up. His manhood dominating every vestige of denial as she bucked and moaned. Every inch of her a woman as he set her curves aflame. She coiled and tensed in wanting desperation as his body plumbed her depths and reminded her in totality what she was. What he had made her.
"You're gonna look good barefoot and pregnant."
She felt him tighten. There was a last moment of doubt, of fight , of chance that he could be a man again. Then too late, as her wet snatch pulled taught with desire. Her painted nails dug into his back.
He filled her with his seed. The promise of a child she would carry for him. She blushed at the thought of her body swelling as the seasons turned.
It was the magic, she thought in final desperation. Even as she hoped for twins.
Much as she hated it. Much as she might try to fight. She knew she never had a chance. He would always break her. Remake her. And leave her begging for more, Because she was too small to fight back the ideas of what her mind told her to be. And so she ebbed and flowed. Breaking ever more to the shape of her womanly curves. As she learned to walk in heels and paint her face. Smile and coo and moan. And bend and swell, to the shape of motherhood. Because he wanted her to.
And she believed that she should.
