Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)
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				Title: <strong>Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 00:45:22</strong>
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				Monica checked her watch and pursed her lips. Her husband was late again, third time this week. She flicked through the folder on the coffee table again, seeing him in the photographs with a new woman. The third, as far as she could see. Three strikes, and he was out.<br><br>Hearing his car pull up into the drive, she closed the folder, covered it with a magazine and rose from the leather couch, smoothing down her silk day dress and putting on a smile, looking every inch the perfect trophy wife. <br><br>She walked to the door as he opened it. "Welcome home, darling... drink?"<br><br>The vial of serum was already cooling in the fridge next to a good bottle of chablis. He would never notice the taste...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reagord</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:23:15</strong>
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				James closed the car door gently behind him. He was late tonight, but he wasn't particularly worried, even if she was upset at him, she would have the rest of the evening with him, and by the end of all was forgiven. <br><br>He really did love his wife, she was beautiful, and was always eager to do what was necessary to please him. That's not to say that he treated her like a slave, he respected her, but he abused that trust in only one way, and he had no idea that she had found out.<br><br>"Hello dear" he smiled as his perfect wife greeted him. He gave her a peck on the cheek and nodded "why yes, I'd appreciate it" he replied, loosening up his tie as he walked into the house.<br><br>He flopped down onto the small sofa, so his wife could sit nearby when she returned. He was unlacing his shoes, and called out to her "So did anything interesting happen to you today? I know I figured out that when my company falls behind, I'm the one that has to pick up the slack".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:40:25</strong>
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				"That must be annoying... I was starting to wonder where you were..." She turned away, not letting him see her face as she said that, and walked to their large fitted kitchen. Lying to her again, and thinking she couldn't tell.<br><br>She opened the wine, pouring a glass for herself and half a glass for him, then returned it to the fridge and retrieved the clear vial of serum. Opening it, she poured it into his glass. The chablis fizzed and popped as she swirled the glass around to blend the serum with the drink, then walked out, handing that glass to James. "Bottoms up..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reagord</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 11:24:29</strong>
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				"well, now you know" He smiled at her, watching her as she left for the kitchen. It seemed like every movement she made was just to please him, and he enjoyed every one.<br><br>After finally getting his tie and shoes off, he reached for the magazine on the table, and nearly picked it up, before Monica came back in, and he ignored it, grabbing the glass from her.<br><br>He nodded at her toast, and did so, downing almost every drop with one go, thinking he could savor the next glass if he wanted. He regretted the decision though, a frown on his face as he set the glass down on the table "There's something wrong with it, it tastes odd..." After he said it, he noticed her was starting to feel a little bit odd too, a little dizzy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:09:30</strong>
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				"Oh, that would be the poison."<br><br>She smiled amiably as she said it, sipping her own drink.<br><br>"Just in yours, obviously."<br><br>She set her glass down and stood up, smoothing down her skirt in that elegant, ladylike way she did.<br><br>"Don't worry, it won't kill you. In fact, you might come out of this a better man... or a better person, anyway." <br><br>She walked over to him and looked down, as he felt his limbs go numb, feeling almost light. She leaned closer. <br><br>"So, what was the new one like? Blonde, again? That's your type, right? Big boobs, not much of a talker?"<br><br>Everything started to blur slightly as his vision swam. <br><br>"I suppose we'll see soon enough. Apparently the serum 'actualises your anima'. Can't wait to meet her." She smiled thinly. "Now come on, let's get you out of those things and into bed..." And with that she knelt down and lifted him up, supporting him under his arms, one over her shoulder. Surely she wasn't that strong... or that tall...<br><br>She carried him quite effortlessly to their large double bed and laid him down, starting to unbutton his shirt. That helped, as it suddenly felt tight across the chest... rubbing against his nipples. His trousers felt tight as well, across his hips... his scalp felt like it was being scratched at, all his skin seemed to itch...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reagord</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 10:54:59</strong>
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				He wished he could spit his drink out in surprise, but having downed it all, he was just left horrified.<br><br>"Poison?" He tried getting to his feet in outrage, but with his swimming head, and sluggish muscled, he thought better of it and sat back down.<br><br>"Blonde...why does it matter" He responded, he wanted to grab her, try to get her to make some sense, but he could hardly shake his arm, his mouth only working stiffly.<br><br>He was left completely confused, and scared past death. His body not working, knowing there was poison in his veins, he prayed someone, anyone would come to the door and to his rescue.<br><br>'what's wrong with my clothes' he thought, feeling his body deform, stretching his well-fitted clothes to discomfort. This poison, it seemed like it was stretching him, maybe inflaming his skin, wrecking his muscles, maybe he would never move right again! He wanted to scream and yell, but could only manage a groan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 04:44:26</strong>
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				"I thought so," Monica nodded as she opened up James's shirt and ran a hand over his chest, which felt sensitive, hairless and smooth, the nipples swollen and aching. "Busty as well, no doubt. Like Susan was, at least." She referred to the first of his mistresses. "And a cheap floozy like, what was the next one's name, Mandy? Well, I suppose I should be glad you didn't just go for younger versions of me, though I do wonder about your taste... what your perfect woman really looks like..." She smirked as she unbuttoned his trousers. "Guess we'll know soon enough..." <br><br>She peered insde his shorts. "Yes, very soon..." He could feel his manhood withdraw from her gaze, inside him... his balls pulling back into him... into the gap as his hips popped, clicked and pulled away from each other. <br><br>All his bones were moving now, the muscles attached to them shifting, taking new places under his soft, hairless skin. Apart from the occasional twinge, it was a warm, numb feeling as his body shifted and changed.<br><br>"Amazing... it really does just take minutes. I hope it doesn't hurt too much...?" <br><br>She began to stroke his hair... and he could feel it was softer now, too... and... longer?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reagord</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 11:11:59</strong>
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				Susan? The mention of his first mistress's name drove the wonder about what was happening from Jame's mind for just a moment, filling him with a momentary confusion as to how she could have known, then leading to a whole new dread, knowing -now that Monica rattled on about his lovers- that this was revenge, not some strange insanity, and that he was in for something harsh.<br><br>He was still lost as to what she could have planned, at least until his manhood started receding. He had no idea why she would be pushing him inwards, but as he really watched her, she wasn't touching him anymore! <br><br>'what the hell, this can't be happening' he thought sullenly to himself, wanting to break out of this paralyzed stupor and... He didn't finish the thought, because his whole body was popping and shifting now. It was a sickening feeling. The actual feeling was quite nice, his body only feeling dull movements and a gentle warmth, kind of like a massage, but his mind was horrified as he had a vague idea that something unnatural was happening, to him!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 01:56:59</strong>
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				As he said nothing, she smiled. "Good. I think you'll like some aspects of your new life. But of course, it is a punishment. You've been a bad boy... so now you're going to be the opposite." She continued to stroke his hair, which really was growing as she did, inches at a time. And coming out honey blonde. <br><br>"I hope this isn't going to fast for you, Jamie." Monica's hand moved across his exposed chest, fingertips circling his puffy nipples, which hardened and started to push out - he could feel a swelling behind them, like around his hips and buttocks. "I want you to appreciate everything I've done for you."<br><br>She stood up, looking him up and down as he felt the twitches and spasms slowing, his smooth skin tightening up over his new shape. "There now. Your body and mind are just about done. Let's stand you up so you can have a look at yourself..."<br><br>With that, she picked him up by the soft, slim arms and stood him up... looking down at him. He could feel weight shifting inside him, especially on his chest and his backside. Blonde hair fell in front of his eyes. She slid down his pants, raised his feet for him to step out of them. <br><br>"See if you can guess," she chuckled as she took his small, sleder hand in hers and started to walk him to the bedroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reagord</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 09:20:53</strong>
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				'Jaimie' James thought to himself, he could almost feel his manhood drain from him as she changed his name. What little control he had left of his body allowed him a gasp as Monica brushed his nipples, he couldn't believe his reaction to it. That along with the swelling in his body, he wished so much he could just cover himself up.<br><br>He couldn't understand why she was acting like she was looking out for him, when she poisoned him, putting him through his unbelievable change. He could feel it now, his body was round and curvy, and he wasn't feeling nearly as worried, but it was still strange.<br><br>As Monica stood him up, Jamie tried to resist, he didn't think there was any way his numbed body could stand up, but when it happened, he didn't fall. He had some feeling he wanted to run away and die in a corner, but when she started walking him, he found himself following behind obediently, if a little stiffly, somehow actually a little curious about what she'd done to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Now It's My Turn (Reagord and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 08:07:10</strong>
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				He felt his widened hips, and swollen chest, swaying with each step as he walked, barefoot and bare-legged, to the bedroom's walk-in closet with his wife holding his hand. She paused and slid the ring off his finger. "Won't be needing that now, will we?" she asked with a smirk as she set it down on the dresser. That done, she stood him in front of the open closet, walked around, and pulled his now loose shirt off his arms, hooked his shorts and pulled them down as well, effortlessly lifting his feet to step him out of them. Straightening up, reminding him that she was some few inches taller than him now and probably would be even without the high heels she wore, she fussed with his long blonde hair, moving curls, patting it down at the back, tweaking his fringe to frame his face. <br><br>"There."<br><br>She pulled the sliding closet door closed, and he found himself standing in front of the full-length mirror mounted on it.<br><br>And gazing back at him was a girl.<br><br>Maybe twenty, twenty-one at most.<br><br>She was honey blonde, with lightly tanned skin, a heart-shaped face, baby blue eyes surrounded by long lashes, full pink lips... a petite body with good curves, an ample bosom and pert bottom.<br><br>She was beautiful.<br><br>He was her.
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