This is an idea I've been fooling around with a while now. I'm not sure if it's really to anyone's tastes but mine, but if so, please let me know! This is mostly all prelude and introduction, so nothing quite all that stimulating just yet.
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Anna Mennen was not one to take anyones bullshit. Despite her best efforts, though, she was unable to shake the persistent harassment of the jerk who worked down the hallway from her at the publishing company where she worked. Big Tom Jenkins was the stereotypical arrogant former college jock with more brawn than brains, who secured his job with a 2.1 GPA and an uncle in the publishing houses parent company.
Fortunately, Anna did not have to put up with him at all for the next two weeks - between Christmas and the wedding of her cousin Alice over New Years, she was more or less on vacation, outside of some telecommuting to be done. She got a bit tipsy on New Years Eve, talking a bit to her cousin Rachel.
Well, the one good thing is that with my brother and our cousins floating around, there isnt a single guy whos going to try and be too much of a jerk tonight, Rachel said at the bar to Anna. The two were a dramatic contrast - Rachel was tall, brunette, and willowy while Anna was short, blonde, and with the sort of hourglass figure that seemed faintly impossible. Rachel was the older by four years, now in her late 20s.
Ha! Well, we can hope, if nothing else, Anna said. Sadly, Im fairly sure it wouldnt work on that jackass down the hall from me at work.
Is that same jerk you mentioned meeting the other year?
Same one. He simply cant take a clue. Im not sure what to do at this point, outside of finding someone to beat the hell out of him. If you havent caught on after the third time Ive slapped you for groping me, you clearly need to be straightened out somehow.
Hmmm, you know, I have an old friend in the city who might be able to help you out. I havent talked to him in a while, but I think he wouldnt mind.
Four weeks later....
Anna did not like this plan one bit. The idea of inviting the jackass over to her apartment was pretty much unthinkable. She imagined that Rachels friend, whom she dimly remembered being mentioned in Rachels college stories as this guy I sorta like, his name is Mark, was setting up small, discrete video cameras for getting some sort of humiliation on film.
Oh, could you grab my coat from the bedroom to the left there? Anna said to Tom as she was in the kitchenette, given that he was closer.
Sure thing, babe, Tom said. Anna saw him go into the dark room, and then heard a short burst of muffled noise, followed by the sound of her bedsprings squeaking. She dashed to the bedroom, seeing Mark lay Tom on the bed, seeing him tie Tom squarely to the bed, gagging him securely.
Anna, you need to get your clothes off immediately for this to work, Mark barked quietly at her, as he opened up a knife and sliced off Toms clothes. Anna finished disrobing when she got a look at Tom - his soft penis was enormous! Despite Tom being tall and muscular, with brown hair that was just short of looking shaggy, his penis looked to be more a mutated short leg than a sex organ. Anna was never interested in size, if anything, she preferred her men to be no more than average given her own rather petitely-built and tight body.
Alright, give me another second, Mark said. He was naked as well, his own penis definitely on the large side, but not nearly as large as Tom. While Tom had the appearance of an overly muscled jock who spent too much time in the weight room, Mark had the leaner, more functional athleticism of a wrestler or mixed martial artist, along with what appeared to be brown hair cropped closely to his head. Anna noticed Marks eyes wander over her as she saw him crush a small capsule in his hand and scatter the grains inside it up into the air.
Mark incanted a few lines of what sounded like poetry from a language she didnt recognize, and suddenly Toms body began to shine. It radiated brighter and brighter until it went up in a flash, Annas eyes having to adapt again to the dim visibility of the room. She gasped when her vision recovered.
Tom....wasnt Tom. Instead of a naked man bound to the bed, it was a brunette girl who looked to be college-aged, a bit taller than Annas own height, and more tightly strapped to the bed given her shorter stature and limbs. She was quite fit but also curvy, although nowhere near as ample as Annas figure, which still managed to be quite perky despite its dimensions.
Oh....oh my God, Anna whispered. What have you done?
It is karma, but without the wait, Mark said quietly. Anna got a good look at Mark - she wasnt sure, but he looked to be even bigger than Tom now down below in his soft state, especially in thickness. Its ancient magic, draining the masculinity of one and transferring it to another - the world now knows Tom as a woman, and only you and I know shall remember his original form. In addition to....herself. She suddenly had a thought.
You did this for Rachel once, didnt you?
Yes. I cant say anything else about it, though. Its not my secret to tell, in the end. I am simply the instrument of karma in these matters. Although not any longer. Mark pulled on his socks and boxer shorts as Anna continued to stare at him, more in wonder than lust.
Why is that?
Well, mostly, Im too big to accept another mans manhood without it becoming ridiculous. As is, Im too large for my tastes, especially after Toms oversized equipment. But this magic bestows upon the recipient special powers - my saliva has, since my experience with Rachel, the ability to magically allow a woman to endure my size, while my semen has the ability to restore a womans body and even, um, beyond. Its a rather meager compensation, in the end.
Beyond?
My semen can make a woman tighter and stronger vaginally and, err, anally, should she let me go back there.
Whoa. Anna began putting her bra and panties back on as Mark finished dressing, unknotting - Toms? - bindings at her (?) feet.
Megan, Mark said to the bound figure. That was the name I chose for you, and that is the name which now reigns supreme in this world. I suggest you go along with it, otherwise, youll end up in a mental asylum for sure. Also, while you may have been overly endowed as a man, you have an obscenely small vagina nowadays. Try not to wear it out. Mark finished dressing, releasing the binds and gag, tossing Megan an old pair of Annas sweatpants and a shirt that were lying around. He left the room, letting Anna finish putting on her black skirt and white top and to let the naked Megan get dressed.
Megan dashed out in no time, having tossed Toms jacket over her body and clomping around in his oversized sneakers. Anna walked out into her multipurpose room (living room, dining room, and foyer), Mark sitting down on the couch, eyes closed and head leaned back.
Are you OK? Anna asked.
Im fine, the magic just kind of puts me under the weather for a day or two, he said. Are you doing alright with all of this?
I....I didnt expect this, to be honest, Anna replied. But, I mean, what else could we have done? Even if you could have beaten him up or something, Im not sure thatd change his attitude. He just wouldnt harass me.
True enough, Mark said. He would have found someone who didnt have anyone to step up on their behalf and went after them. I know this was extreme, Anna.
It was, I just....is this what you do regularly?
No, not really. Ive only done this magic twice - now and with Rachel all those years ago. Most of the time, its far more innocuous.
Mark bid Anna an abbreviated farewell, leaving Anna to her thoughts for the night. And, in her dreams, a strange recurrence of Marks image....
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Anna Mennen was not one to take anyones bullshit. Despite her best efforts, though, she was unable to shake the persistent harassment of the jerk who worked down the hallway from her at the publishing company where she worked. Big Tom Jenkins was the stereotypical arrogant former college jock with more brawn than brains, who secured his job with a 2.1 GPA and an uncle in the publishing houses parent company.
Fortunately, Anna did not have to put up with him at all for the next two weeks - between Christmas and the wedding of her cousin Alice over New Years, she was more or less on vacation, outside of some telecommuting to be done. She got a bit tipsy on New Years Eve, talking a bit to her cousin Rachel.
Well, the one good thing is that with my brother and our cousins floating around, there isnt a single guy whos going to try and be too much of a jerk tonight, Rachel said at the bar to Anna. The two were a dramatic contrast - Rachel was tall, brunette, and willowy while Anna was short, blonde, and with the sort of hourglass figure that seemed faintly impossible. Rachel was the older by four years, now in her late 20s.
Ha! Well, we can hope, if nothing else, Anna said. Sadly, Im fairly sure it wouldnt work on that jackass down the hall from me at work.
Is that same jerk you mentioned meeting the other year?
Same one. He simply cant take a clue. Im not sure what to do at this point, outside of finding someone to beat the hell out of him. If you havent caught on after the third time Ive slapped you for groping me, you clearly need to be straightened out somehow.
Hmmm, you know, I have an old friend in the city who might be able to help you out. I havent talked to him in a while, but I think he wouldnt mind.
Four weeks later....
Anna did not like this plan one bit. The idea of inviting the jackass over to her apartment was pretty much unthinkable. She imagined that Rachels friend, whom she dimly remembered being mentioned in Rachels college stories as this guy I sorta like, his name is Mark, was setting up small, discrete video cameras for getting some sort of humiliation on film.
Oh, could you grab my coat from the bedroom to the left there? Anna said to Tom as she was in the kitchenette, given that he was closer.
Sure thing, babe, Tom said. Anna saw him go into the dark room, and then heard a short burst of muffled noise, followed by the sound of her bedsprings squeaking. She dashed to the bedroom, seeing Mark lay Tom on the bed, seeing him tie Tom squarely to the bed, gagging him securely.
Anna, you need to get your clothes off immediately for this to work, Mark barked quietly at her, as he opened up a knife and sliced off Toms clothes. Anna finished disrobing when she got a look at Tom - his soft penis was enormous! Despite Tom being tall and muscular, with brown hair that was just short of looking shaggy, his penis looked to be more a mutated short leg than a sex organ. Anna was never interested in size, if anything, she preferred her men to be no more than average given her own rather petitely-built and tight body.
Alright, give me another second, Mark said. He was naked as well, his own penis definitely on the large side, but not nearly as large as Tom. While Tom had the appearance of an overly muscled jock who spent too much time in the weight room, Mark had the leaner, more functional athleticism of a wrestler or mixed martial artist, along with what appeared to be brown hair cropped closely to his head. Anna noticed Marks eyes wander over her as she saw him crush a small capsule in his hand and scatter the grains inside it up into the air.
Mark incanted a few lines of what sounded like poetry from a language she didnt recognize, and suddenly Toms body began to shine. It radiated brighter and brighter until it went up in a flash, Annas eyes having to adapt again to the dim visibility of the room. She gasped when her vision recovered.
Tom....wasnt Tom. Instead of a naked man bound to the bed, it was a brunette girl who looked to be college-aged, a bit taller than Annas own height, and more tightly strapped to the bed given her shorter stature and limbs. She was quite fit but also curvy, although nowhere near as ample as Annas figure, which still managed to be quite perky despite its dimensions.
Oh....oh my God, Anna whispered. What have you done?
It is karma, but without the wait, Mark said quietly. Anna got a good look at Mark - she wasnt sure, but he looked to be even bigger than Tom now down below in his soft state, especially in thickness. Its ancient magic, draining the masculinity of one and transferring it to another - the world now knows Tom as a woman, and only you and I know shall remember his original form. In addition to....herself. She suddenly had a thought.
You did this for Rachel once, didnt you?
Yes. I cant say anything else about it, though. Its not my secret to tell, in the end. I am simply the instrument of karma in these matters. Although not any longer. Mark pulled on his socks and boxer shorts as Anna continued to stare at him, more in wonder than lust.
Why is that?
Well, mostly, Im too big to accept another mans manhood without it becoming ridiculous. As is, Im too large for my tastes, especially after Toms oversized equipment. But this magic bestows upon the recipient special powers - my saliva has, since my experience with Rachel, the ability to magically allow a woman to endure my size, while my semen has the ability to restore a womans body and even, um, beyond. Its a rather meager compensation, in the end.
Beyond?
My semen can make a woman tighter and stronger vaginally and, err, anally, should she let me go back there.
Whoa. Anna began putting her bra and panties back on as Mark finished dressing, unknotting - Toms? - bindings at her (?) feet.
Megan, Mark said to the bound figure. That was the name I chose for you, and that is the name which now reigns supreme in this world. I suggest you go along with it, otherwise, youll end up in a mental asylum for sure. Also, while you may have been overly endowed as a man, you have an obscenely small vagina nowadays. Try not to wear it out. Mark finished dressing, releasing the binds and gag, tossing Megan an old pair of Annas sweatpants and a shirt that were lying around. He left the room, letting Anna finish putting on her black skirt and white top and to let the naked Megan get dressed.
Megan dashed out in no time, having tossed Toms jacket over her body and clomping around in his oversized sneakers. Anna walked out into her multipurpose room (living room, dining room, and foyer), Mark sitting down on the couch, eyes closed and head leaned back.
Are you OK? Anna asked.
Im fine, the magic just kind of puts me under the weather for a day or two, he said. Are you doing alright with all of this?
I....I didnt expect this, to be honest, Anna replied. But, I mean, what else could we have done? Even if you could have beaten him up or something, Im not sure thatd change his attitude. He just wouldnt harass me.
True enough, Mark said. He would have found someone who didnt have anyone to step up on their behalf and went after them. I know this was extreme, Anna.
It was, I just....is this what you do regularly?
No, not really. Ive only done this magic twice - now and with Rachel all those years ago. Most of the time, its far more innocuous.
Mark bid Anna an abbreviated farewell, leaving Anna to her thoughts for the night. And, in her dreams, a strange recurrence of Marks image....