Well I'm still concentrating on the brand new extended edition of my classic story, Criminal Record. I'm up to 50,000 words now and only about two chapters remain as I steamroll toward the climax.
In the meantime, here's another story that I can only recommend by sharing it here. I couldn't find it on Fictionmania to link to and it's one of the best stories ever.
Apologies to the author if he (or she) doesn't want me sharing it, but may I present...
Jonathan Chambers was a lucky man. He was blessed with good looks, and a brilliant inventive mind. Success came very early for Jon. At the age of 35, he was a millionaire many times over. By the age of 37, he had pretty much retired to a life of leisure. All of the business’ Jon had set up really ran themselves. All he had to was show up at the occasional board meeting and make a few executive decisions. The details, and day-to-day operations were left to the talented stable of executives that he had hired.
Consequently, Jon became a powerful, and popular man in the community. He had quite the reputation as a lady’s man, with a weakness for petite, but big-chested blondes. At times Jon could be quite arrogant about his looks, money, and power.
One night while he was out, Jon met an absolutely drop dead gorgeous blonde by the name of Tiffani Jones. He was immediately attracted to her, despite the fact that her breasts were on the rather small side. Jon mentally noted, “that’s a flaw which can be corrected!!” Jon was not at all surprised when she came up to him. After all, he was rather well known.
It seemed they talked the entire night. Jon learned many things about Tiffani or “Tiffy” as she liked to be called. Tiffy was almost the exact reverse of Jon. She was a high school drop out because she just didn’t have the smarts for school work. What she did have was looks, and an extremely high sexual drive. Tiffy told Jon that she even had been clinically diagnosed as a nymphomaniac. Jon thought this chance meeting had definite possibilities.
Despite her good looks, Tiffy couldn’t really model because she was only 4'10" tall. Besides that, she had only just turned 18 years of age. Her prospects were limited to basically being a mistress, a stripper, or a porn actress. She preferred the first because her life long dream was to live a life of wealth and leisure.
Jon smiled inwardly to himself. Here was a girl he could take home, and use to his hearts content, until he got tired of her. Needless to say, it didn’t take Jon very long to get Tiffy into the sack.
They fucked 4 times that night, in almost every position imaginable. Tiffy was insatiable.
Tiffy moved into Jon’s country mansion the very next day. In the following week, Jon and Tiffy were rarely dressed. Then things returned to relative normalcy. Jon began to by Tiffy clothes, take her to expensive restaurants, and to exotic locations. It was the exact lifestyle that Tiffy always wanted. She didn’t even object when Jon suggested that she get breast implants. Not just any implants. Jon had Tiffy enlarge her breasts to the mammoth size of 56EEE. Such large melons seemed even bigger on her small petite frame. It was a turn on to Jon because he could do his absolute favorite form of sex: tit-fucking.
However, after about 6 months, Jon started to grow tired of Tiffy. After all was said and done, she just wasn’t that bright. He really didn’t have much to talk to her about. Things started to go badly between them. Jon resolved to end things with Tiffy, and to get her out of his life. Hell, he had shown her a good time!! What more could she expect. Tiffy could sense that the end was near. However, she had gotten used to this lifestyle, and all that it meant. She had to do something. Then she remembered the reclusive old lady that lived in her old neighborhood.
While Jon went to one off his board meetings, Tiffy went back to her old neighborhood. She knocked on the door of the old lady. The old lady looked out the window at Tiffy. When she saw the young, well-endowed girl she broke into a broad smile. Opening the door the old lady said, “well I don’t believe my eyes, but its little Tiffani Jones. My, you haven’t grown up much, but you have grown out.”
Tiffy replied in her high, sweet, little-girls voice, “yes. I got them for my boyfriend. He likes really big boobs. He’s whom I came to talk to you about.”
“Me?? Whatever for dear.”
“Well.........um......uh.........I’ve heard that you can do things. You know, have powers. I need your help.!”
“Come in dear, come in.......tell me your problem.”
Tiffy entered the house. She and the old lady sat around for the next hour having tea. Tiffy told the old lady all about her problem, and what she wanted. The old lady smiled and told her that she had just the right thing for her. The old lady disappeared and then reappeared, a short time later with a small vial. It contained a green, translucent liquid. The old lady proceeded to tell Tiffy exactly what the liquid was, and exactly what it could do. After she was done, Tiffy broke into a huge smile. It was EXACTLY what she wanted. She nodded to the old lady, who then instructed Tiffy exactly how to use the stuff. During that instruction, a few questions came up. The old lady again disappeared, this time to reappear with a small vial of blue liquid. That would solve all of the loose ends, and seal the deal. She instructed Tiffy on how to use that stuff also. Tiffy and the old lady shook hands, and hugged as if sealing a deal. Satisfied, the old lady handed over the vials to Tiffy, who carefully placed them into her purse.
“This is going to work out just fine.” Thought Tiffy. “True I loose a few years, but I’ll gain SO much more.” On the way home Tiffy made a few stops to purchase things which would be useful later.
That night when Jon got home he was greeted by Tiffy wearing nothing but a silk robe. The lights were down low, romantic music playing. It was a shame that he was going to throw Tiffy out of the house tonight. He thought he could get at least one more fuck out of it before he did.
“You look very nice tonight, Tiffy. What’s the occasion?” He said.
“Nothing.” She purred. “Do I have to have a reason to be affectionate to my man?” She stood on her tip-toes to kiss him on the lips, as he bent down to meet her.
“No not at all darling.”
“Would you like a drink to relax?” Tiffy asked Jon.
“That would be real nice Tiffy. You don’t mind?”
“Absolutely not. You go into the den and I’ll mix you a drink.”
Jon happily did as he was told, in anticipation of a great night of sex before he rid himself of the air head. In the meantime, Tiffy went to the bar, and mixed a martini just the way Jon liked it. When she was done, she pulled out the vile of green liquid. Tiffy quickly poured it into the drink, watching it dissolve to become colorless and tasteless just as the old lady said it would. Her hands shook in anticipation. This was it. In a few moments, she would have EVERYTHING she had always wanted.
Tiffy joined Jon in the den, and handed him the drink. “Here you go sweetheart”
Jon accepted the drink, taking a small sip. “Its very good. Just the way I like it. Now why don’t you just come over here so I can get my hands on those big boobs of yours.”
Tiffy thought to herself, “soon, very soon, you bastard, you will be able to get your hand on these boobs all you want.” However, she said, “I will just as soon as you finish your drink!”
“If I down this drink you’ll come over here?”
“Yes. Now just drink it straight down.”
Jon emptied the glass down his throat. Within seconds there was an odd buzzing at the base of his skull. In a few more seconds the buzzing or tingling had spread to his entire body. He barely noticed when Tiffy slipped in to sit beside him.
“What was in that drink Tiffy? I feel so strange. Oh my God, you poisoned me!!”
Tiffy replied seductively. “Not poison. Just something that will make you think twice about making me leave this house. Just look into my eyes and it will all be over.”
Tiffy took his face in her hands, and turned it towards hers. She looked deep into Jon’s eyes as he looked into hers. Jon sensed the room was spinning around him. Everything seemed strange, as if it was somehow growing. He felt blackness closing in all around him. Finally, he could not hold onto consciousness any longer, releasing himself to the void.
When Jon slowly returned to consciousness sometime later, he was assaulted by a flood of unfamiliar sensations. He felt cold air hitting his body, as if he had no clothes on. There was an enormous weight upon his chest pulling him forward. He lifted his hands to determine what was wrong with his chest, and felt two massive female breasts. Jon looked down to see that he was now clad in Tiffy’s opened silk robe, and that his small hands with long red fingernails were grasping very large jiggling boobs. He was confused. He looked around the room to see what had happened. When he did, he received a second shock.
There sitting in a chair opposite him was his own body, watching him intently with a big smile upon its face.
“Wh- wha-what happened to me?” Jon questioned in a high soprano voice that sounded familiar to him. He was starting to guess what had happened.
The other body reponed. “Why nothing happened to you Tiffy. You just fainted when I told you that I wanted you out of the house. Our relationship is over.”
“But I’m not Tiffy. I’m me. I mean you. I don’t know what I mean.”
The new Jon came over and sat beside the new Tiffy, taking her hand. He tried to comfort her by saying, “I know. I know. It’ll be all right. It’s confusing now but it’ll get easier.”
The new Tiffy looked up at her former body, with tears in her eyes. She was so small now, against her old shell. “You’re Tiffy? Why did you do this to me?”
“This was the life I wanted, you gave it to me, and then were just going to throw me out just like some used tramp. Well I’ll have that life as you instead of with you. Now you are the used tramp.”
The new Jon grasped her huge melons in his hands, and continued, “Even after I got these big boobs for you, you were going to throw me out. Well now they are yours.....permanently. They may come in handy, because, seeing as you are ME, the only things that you are qualified as is a stripper, or hooker......something along those lines. Now you’ll get to enjoy those things every minute of every day!”
“You-you can’t do this.” She said weakly.
“I can, and I have. You are now and forever Tiffy. While I assume your life as Jon. I think I’m going to like this.”
The new Tiffy responded coldly, “you may look like me, but you can’t be me.” She pointed to her new head and continued, “I still have the brains up here, while you are just a stupid air head. They will figure out something is wrong. When they do, I’ll convince them somehow, someway that I’m really Jon.”
“Look at yourself baby. You really think that anyone is going to believe that Jon Chambers in THAT body. Go look at yourself.”
That suggestion prompted her to get up for the first time in her new body. The way things moved as she moved was maddening. The enormous tits bobbed up and down as she walked. The swish of long hair as it brushed the back of the silk robe, and her neck. The way two soft hairless thighs slid against each other, with nothing in the middle to hinder movement. Even dangling earrings against her neck.
She stood in front of the mirror, and saw Tiffy’s reflection staring back. The long blonde hair that went all the way down to her ass. The perfect face with the perfect makeup. The blonde triangle of pubic hair that pointed a way to a pussy. And of course, the breasts, those massive breasts that he had forced her to get. The mirror didn’t lie. At least in body, she was now Tiffani Jones.
“There’s an interesting side affect of the potion I spiked your drink with.”
“What?” The new Tiffy answered.
“Well it seems that intelligence, and wits are a function of brain chemistry, neurotransmitters, and thing like that. When I got your body, I got your brain. You see we didn’t switch minds, but we did switch souls. I have your intelligence, and your capacity to learn. True, I don’t have your knowledge, but with my new smarts, I’ll be able to pick things up fairly quickly. In no time people will never no the difference between the old Jon, and the new Jon. I’m afraid you got the bad end of the deal. You got stuck with my old brain. It just doesn’t work as good as your old body’s. Now as I understand it when we switched you kept all of your old knowledge and memories. However, because your brain capacity is so limited, it will become harder and harder for you to remember things and access that knowledge. In truth you have become an air head......an air headed bimbo.”
The brand new girl dropped to her knees, feeling the silken robes flow around her, and the breasts bounce against her chest. “Oh God, please no. I’m sorry Tiffy. Just turn me back, and you can stay as long as you like. Whatever you want.” She was now fully crying, just as any emotionally upset woman would.
The new man got up and walked over to where the girl knelt. He was really enjoying this. He could tell because he felt the erection of his new male organ only seconds before. He was taking every bit of shame and humiliation ever done to him when he was in that body and revisiting it upon the former resident of his new body ten-fold. He had been the worst example of everything male. Now he had the power, and was literally drunk with it. When he reached the little sobbing girl that he used to get, he caressed the long hair that he used to possess.
“I want it all, and I have it. No. There is no going back. I like being Jon Chambers, so you’ll just have to get used to being Tiffy Jones. However, I’m not without a heart. After all you amassed all of this wealth, so you should continue to share in its benefits in one way or another. I’ll let you stay in the house under one condition.”
“Wh-what?” she sobbed hesitantly.
“That you work for me!”
“As-as what?”
“I’m very glad you asked that question.” He disappeared into a closet, to emerge with some type of uniform in plastic wrapping. He threw it down to her, and she saw that it was a French maid’s outfit, complete with a short skirt, garters, and fishnet stockings.
The new Tiffy looked at the uniform in shock. “You can’t be serious!”
The new Jon responded, matter-of-fatly. “Oh....I’m perfectly serious. Either you accept your new position as the French maid, or you can take your chances out on the street. With those tits, and your sex drive I’m sure you can be turning tricks in no time.”
He was right. She had absolutely no choice but to accept this new reality as the busty French maid of what used to be his....her house. Wordlessly, she started to unwrap the uniform and put it on. Within ten minutes she looked at her reflection in the mirror wearing the extremely tight, and short maid’s outfit. Her boobs stuck out like a shelf. With his help, her hair was put up into a tight bun, with sexy tendrils down the sides of her ears. She even had to wear a lacy white maid’s cap. The feather duster just completed the image. However, it would take awhile to learn how to walk in the 6" spiked heels. She was literally the image right out of an overactive imagination’s wet dream!
The new man glanced over to his brand new French maid. Only one thing was left. He said, “come here Tiffy!”
She looked over at him, she would have to get used to her new name. “Yes?”
“Yes...what?” Questioned the man sternly.
“Yes.......sir???” She asked, tears again welling up in her eyes.
“From now on you are to call me Master. Is that clear!”
“Yes...Master.” she said weakly. Would this humiliation ever cease? Did she ever do anything when she was a man that deserved this?
Nevertheless, she wobbled on the high heels over to her new master.
“On your knees, Tiffy.”
She did as he requested. He then proceeded to take out his new engorged manhood. It was there in front of the new Tiffy’s face. She looked in horror at her former cock. The new man moved his hand up and down the shaft to keep the erection going. “Give me a blow job!!” He demanded.
“N--n-no. I can’t”
“Your a woman now. So be a woman, a real woman. Or else you can get out.”
Again she had no choice. She reached up and replaced his hand with hers. She slowly moved her small hand up and down her former shaft, feeling its hardness.
The new Jon said, “Here I’ll make it easier for you.” With that said he took out the small vial filled with the blue liquid, and poured it all over his cock. He felt its syrupy consistency flow over his tool.
“Go ahead. Take it in your mouth.”
She stalled as long as she could, but, finally, she took the length of the penis in her mouth. She tasted the salt of the skin, mixed with blue liquid. As she bobbed her head up and down on the rock hard cock, the blue liquid slid down her throat. Now the nymphomaniac portion of her new body started to assert itself. She felt a moisture beginning to grow in her crotchless panties, and the nipples on her boobs begin to enlarge. A buzzing and tingling started in her head.
She looked up into the eyes of the new man, and suddenly felt an all consuming passion for him. It wasn’t a love for the person he used to be, but the MAN he was now. She loved him, wanted to please him in anyway she could. A smile, a happy smile grew on her face.
The new Jon, looked down at the big chested woman, and saw that he love potion finally had taken hold. That potion, coupled with the insatiable nature of that body, would insure that she would never tell a soul what had happened on this day. Now and forever, HE was Jon, and SHE was Tiffy.
He noticed Tiffy had taken to the oral sex, like a fish to water. She was blowing him with an increasing willingness and passion. She was enjoying herself. He could hardly wait to fuck her between those big old boobs, cum on her face.
Tiffy felt her master grow even harder in her mouth. She knew he was close. All she wanted now was his cum in her mouth to make him happy. She loved him so much! Suddenly he spasmed and warm liquid gushed down her throat. It tasted soooo good. She continued to try and suck him even after he went limp. She wanted more, much more.
It was Jon who finally pried her head from his crotch. “I’ve created a monster.” He thought.
“Tiffy, get up.”
She popped up. “What’s wrong Master, did I not please you?”
“Yes, very much Tiffy. But you have some cleaning to do, I believe. We can have more fun later.”
“Awwww” she whined.
“Go, before I turn you over my knee and spank you.” He said as he swatted her cute behind.
“That could be FUN!!” She responded.
“LATER.”
Tiffy walked away with her feather duster, and began to clean. She hummed to herself, with an empty headed smile to her face. Her movements were graceful, and very feminine.
Jon took out his checkbook to write his very first check under his new identity. He made out the check for one million dollars to the old woman. He could afford it now, because, thanks to her, he had just had a complete reversal of fortune. He looked over at Tiffy. Of course, so did she!!!!!!
THE END
In the meantime, here's another story that I can only recommend by sharing it here. I couldn't find it on Fictionmania to link to and it's one of the best stories ever.
Apologies to the author if he (or she) doesn't want me sharing it, but may I present...
A REVERSAL OF FORTUNES
by Raven
Jonathan Chambers was a lucky man. He was blessed with good looks, and a brilliant inventive mind. Success came very early for Jon. At the age of 35, he was a millionaire many times over. By the age of 37, he had pretty much retired to a life of leisure. All of the business’ Jon had set up really ran themselves. All he had to was show up at the occasional board meeting and make a few executive decisions. The details, and day-to-day operations were left to the talented stable of executives that he had hired.
Consequently, Jon became a powerful, and popular man in the community. He had quite the reputation as a lady’s man, with a weakness for petite, but big-chested blondes. At times Jon could be quite arrogant about his looks, money, and power.
One night while he was out, Jon met an absolutely drop dead gorgeous blonde by the name of Tiffani Jones. He was immediately attracted to her, despite the fact that her breasts were on the rather small side. Jon mentally noted, “that’s a flaw which can be corrected!!” Jon was not at all surprised when she came up to him. After all, he was rather well known.
It seemed they talked the entire night. Jon learned many things about Tiffani or “Tiffy” as she liked to be called. Tiffy was almost the exact reverse of Jon. She was a high school drop out because she just didn’t have the smarts for school work. What she did have was looks, and an extremely high sexual drive. Tiffy told Jon that she even had been clinically diagnosed as a nymphomaniac. Jon thought this chance meeting had definite possibilities.
Despite her good looks, Tiffy couldn’t really model because she was only 4'10" tall. Besides that, she had only just turned 18 years of age. Her prospects were limited to basically being a mistress, a stripper, or a porn actress. She preferred the first because her life long dream was to live a life of wealth and leisure.
Jon smiled inwardly to himself. Here was a girl he could take home, and use to his hearts content, until he got tired of her. Needless to say, it didn’t take Jon very long to get Tiffy into the sack.
They fucked 4 times that night, in almost every position imaginable. Tiffy was insatiable.
Tiffy moved into Jon’s country mansion the very next day. In the following week, Jon and Tiffy were rarely dressed. Then things returned to relative normalcy. Jon began to by Tiffy clothes, take her to expensive restaurants, and to exotic locations. It was the exact lifestyle that Tiffy always wanted. She didn’t even object when Jon suggested that she get breast implants. Not just any implants. Jon had Tiffy enlarge her breasts to the mammoth size of 56EEE. Such large melons seemed even bigger on her small petite frame. It was a turn on to Jon because he could do his absolute favorite form of sex: tit-fucking.
However, after about 6 months, Jon started to grow tired of Tiffy. After all was said and done, she just wasn’t that bright. He really didn’t have much to talk to her about. Things started to go badly between them. Jon resolved to end things with Tiffy, and to get her out of his life. Hell, he had shown her a good time!! What more could she expect. Tiffy could sense that the end was near. However, she had gotten used to this lifestyle, and all that it meant. She had to do something. Then she remembered the reclusive old lady that lived in her old neighborhood.
While Jon went to one off his board meetings, Tiffy went back to her old neighborhood. She knocked on the door of the old lady. The old lady looked out the window at Tiffy. When she saw the young, well-endowed girl she broke into a broad smile. Opening the door the old lady said, “well I don’t believe my eyes, but its little Tiffani Jones. My, you haven’t grown up much, but you have grown out.”
Tiffy replied in her high, sweet, little-girls voice, “yes. I got them for my boyfriend. He likes really big boobs. He’s whom I came to talk to you about.”
“Me?? Whatever for dear.”
“Well.........um......uh.........I’ve heard that you can do things. You know, have powers. I need your help.!”
“Come in dear, come in.......tell me your problem.”
Tiffy entered the house. She and the old lady sat around for the next hour having tea. Tiffy told the old lady all about her problem, and what she wanted. The old lady smiled and told her that she had just the right thing for her. The old lady disappeared and then reappeared, a short time later with a small vial. It contained a green, translucent liquid. The old lady proceeded to tell Tiffy exactly what the liquid was, and exactly what it could do. After she was done, Tiffy broke into a huge smile. It was EXACTLY what she wanted. She nodded to the old lady, who then instructed Tiffy exactly how to use the stuff. During that instruction, a few questions came up. The old lady again disappeared, this time to reappear with a small vial of blue liquid. That would solve all of the loose ends, and seal the deal. She instructed Tiffy on how to use that stuff also. Tiffy and the old lady shook hands, and hugged as if sealing a deal. Satisfied, the old lady handed over the vials to Tiffy, who carefully placed them into her purse.
“This is going to work out just fine.” Thought Tiffy. “True I loose a few years, but I’ll gain SO much more.” On the way home Tiffy made a few stops to purchase things which would be useful later.
That night when Jon got home he was greeted by Tiffy wearing nothing but a silk robe. The lights were down low, romantic music playing. It was a shame that he was going to throw Tiffy out of the house tonight. He thought he could get at least one more fuck out of it before he did.
“You look very nice tonight, Tiffy. What’s the occasion?” He said.
“Nothing.” She purred. “Do I have to have a reason to be affectionate to my man?” She stood on her tip-toes to kiss him on the lips, as he bent down to meet her.
“No not at all darling.”
“Would you like a drink to relax?” Tiffy asked Jon.
“That would be real nice Tiffy. You don’t mind?”
“Absolutely not. You go into the den and I’ll mix you a drink.”
Jon happily did as he was told, in anticipation of a great night of sex before he rid himself of the air head. In the meantime, Tiffy went to the bar, and mixed a martini just the way Jon liked it. When she was done, she pulled out the vile of green liquid. Tiffy quickly poured it into the drink, watching it dissolve to become colorless and tasteless just as the old lady said it would. Her hands shook in anticipation. This was it. In a few moments, she would have EVERYTHING she had always wanted.
Tiffy joined Jon in the den, and handed him the drink. “Here you go sweetheart”
Jon accepted the drink, taking a small sip. “Its very good. Just the way I like it. Now why don’t you just come over here so I can get my hands on those big boobs of yours.”
Tiffy thought to herself, “soon, very soon, you bastard, you will be able to get your hand on these boobs all you want.” However, she said, “I will just as soon as you finish your drink!”
“If I down this drink you’ll come over here?”
“Yes. Now just drink it straight down.”
Jon emptied the glass down his throat. Within seconds there was an odd buzzing at the base of his skull. In a few more seconds the buzzing or tingling had spread to his entire body. He barely noticed when Tiffy slipped in to sit beside him.
“What was in that drink Tiffy? I feel so strange. Oh my God, you poisoned me!!”
Tiffy replied seductively. “Not poison. Just something that will make you think twice about making me leave this house. Just look into my eyes and it will all be over.”
Tiffy took his face in her hands, and turned it towards hers. She looked deep into Jon’s eyes as he looked into hers. Jon sensed the room was spinning around him. Everything seemed strange, as if it was somehow growing. He felt blackness closing in all around him. Finally, he could not hold onto consciousness any longer, releasing himself to the void.
When Jon slowly returned to consciousness sometime later, he was assaulted by a flood of unfamiliar sensations. He felt cold air hitting his body, as if he had no clothes on. There was an enormous weight upon his chest pulling him forward. He lifted his hands to determine what was wrong with his chest, and felt two massive female breasts. Jon looked down to see that he was now clad in Tiffy’s opened silk robe, and that his small hands with long red fingernails were grasping very large jiggling boobs. He was confused. He looked around the room to see what had happened. When he did, he received a second shock.
There sitting in a chair opposite him was his own body, watching him intently with a big smile upon its face.
“Wh- wha-what happened to me?” Jon questioned in a high soprano voice that sounded familiar to him. He was starting to guess what had happened.
The other body reponed. “Why nothing happened to you Tiffy. You just fainted when I told you that I wanted you out of the house. Our relationship is over.”
“But I’m not Tiffy. I’m me. I mean you. I don’t know what I mean.”
The new Jon came over and sat beside the new Tiffy, taking her hand. He tried to comfort her by saying, “I know. I know. It’ll be all right. It’s confusing now but it’ll get easier.”
The new Tiffy looked up at her former body, with tears in her eyes. She was so small now, against her old shell. “You’re Tiffy? Why did you do this to me?”
“This was the life I wanted, you gave it to me, and then were just going to throw me out just like some used tramp. Well I’ll have that life as you instead of with you. Now you are the used tramp.”
The new Jon grasped her huge melons in his hands, and continued, “Even after I got these big boobs for you, you were going to throw me out. Well now they are yours.....permanently. They may come in handy, because, seeing as you are ME, the only things that you are qualified as is a stripper, or hooker......something along those lines. Now you’ll get to enjoy those things every minute of every day!”
“You-you can’t do this.” She said weakly.
“I can, and I have. You are now and forever Tiffy. While I assume your life as Jon. I think I’m going to like this.”
The new Tiffy responded coldly, “you may look like me, but you can’t be me.” She pointed to her new head and continued, “I still have the brains up here, while you are just a stupid air head. They will figure out something is wrong. When they do, I’ll convince them somehow, someway that I’m really Jon.”
“Look at yourself baby. You really think that anyone is going to believe that Jon Chambers in THAT body. Go look at yourself.”
That suggestion prompted her to get up for the first time in her new body. The way things moved as she moved was maddening. The enormous tits bobbed up and down as she walked. The swish of long hair as it brushed the back of the silk robe, and her neck. The way two soft hairless thighs slid against each other, with nothing in the middle to hinder movement. Even dangling earrings against her neck.
She stood in front of the mirror, and saw Tiffy’s reflection staring back. The long blonde hair that went all the way down to her ass. The perfect face with the perfect makeup. The blonde triangle of pubic hair that pointed a way to a pussy. And of course, the breasts, those massive breasts that he had forced her to get. The mirror didn’t lie. At least in body, she was now Tiffani Jones.
“There’s an interesting side affect of the potion I spiked your drink with.”
“What?” The new Tiffy answered.
“Well it seems that intelligence, and wits are a function of brain chemistry, neurotransmitters, and thing like that. When I got your body, I got your brain. You see we didn’t switch minds, but we did switch souls. I have your intelligence, and your capacity to learn. True, I don’t have your knowledge, but with my new smarts, I’ll be able to pick things up fairly quickly. In no time people will never no the difference between the old Jon, and the new Jon. I’m afraid you got the bad end of the deal. You got stuck with my old brain. It just doesn’t work as good as your old body’s. Now as I understand it when we switched you kept all of your old knowledge and memories. However, because your brain capacity is so limited, it will become harder and harder for you to remember things and access that knowledge. In truth you have become an air head......an air headed bimbo.”
The brand new girl dropped to her knees, feeling the silken robes flow around her, and the breasts bounce against her chest. “Oh God, please no. I’m sorry Tiffy. Just turn me back, and you can stay as long as you like. Whatever you want.” She was now fully crying, just as any emotionally upset woman would.
The new man got up and walked over to where the girl knelt. He was really enjoying this. He could tell because he felt the erection of his new male organ only seconds before. He was taking every bit of shame and humiliation ever done to him when he was in that body and revisiting it upon the former resident of his new body ten-fold. He had been the worst example of everything male. Now he had the power, and was literally drunk with it. When he reached the little sobbing girl that he used to get, he caressed the long hair that he used to possess.
“I want it all, and I have it. No. There is no going back. I like being Jon Chambers, so you’ll just have to get used to being Tiffy Jones. However, I’m not without a heart. After all you amassed all of this wealth, so you should continue to share in its benefits in one way or another. I’ll let you stay in the house under one condition.”
“Wh-what?” she sobbed hesitantly.
“That you work for me!”
“As-as what?”
“I’m very glad you asked that question.” He disappeared into a closet, to emerge with some type of uniform in plastic wrapping. He threw it down to her, and she saw that it was a French maid’s outfit, complete with a short skirt, garters, and fishnet stockings.
The new Tiffy looked at the uniform in shock. “You can’t be serious!”
The new Jon responded, matter-of-fatly. “Oh....I’m perfectly serious. Either you accept your new position as the French maid, or you can take your chances out on the street. With those tits, and your sex drive I’m sure you can be turning tricks in no time.”
He was right. She had absolutely no choice but to accept this new reality as the busty French maid of what used to be his....her house. Wordlessly, she started to unwrap the uniform and put it on. Within ten minutes she looked at her reflection in the mirror wearing the extremely tight, and short maid’s outfit. Her boobs stuck out like a shelf. With his help, her hair was put up into a tight bun, with sexy tendrils down the sides of her ears. She even had to wear a lacy white maid’s cap. The feather duster just completed the image. However, it would take awhile to learn how to walk in the 6" spiked heels. She was literally the image right out of an overactive imagination’s wet dream!
The new man glanced over to his brand new French maid. Only one thing was left. He said, “come here Tiffy!”
She looked over at him, she would have to get used to her new name. “Yes?”
“Yes...what?” Questioned the man sternly.
“Yes.......sir???” She asked, tears again welling up in her eyes.
“From now on you are to call me Master. Is that clear!”
“Yes...Master.” she said weakly. Would this humiliation ever cease? Did she ever do anything when she was a man that deserved this?
Nevertheless, she wobbled on the high heels over to her new master.
“On your knees, Tiffy.”
She did as he requested. He then proceeded to take out his new engorged manhood. It was there in front of the new Tiffy’s face. She looked in horror at her former cock. The new man moved his hand up and down the shaft to keep the erection going. “Give me a blow job!!” He demanded.
“N--n-no. I can’t”
“Your a woman now. So be a woman, a real woman. Or else you can get out.”
Again she had no choice. She reached up and replaced his hand with hers. She slowly moved her small hand up and down her former shaft, feeling its hardness.
The new Jon said, “Here I’ll make it easier for you.” With that said he took out the small vial filled with the blue liquid, and poured it all over his cock. He felt its syrupy consistency flow over his tool.
“Go ahead. Take it in your mouth.”
She stalled as long as she could, but, finally, she took the length of the penis in her mouth. She tasted the salt of the skin, mixed with blue liquid. As she bobbed her head up and down on the rock hard cock, the blue liquid slid down her throat. Now the nymphomaniac portion of her new body started to assert itself. She felt a moisture beginning to grow in her crotchless panties, and the nipples on her boobs begin to enlarge. A buzzing and tingling started in her head.
She looked up into the eyes of the new man, and suddenly felt an all consuming passion for him. It wasn’t a love for the person he used to be, but the MAN he was now. She loved him, wanted to please him in anyway she could. A smile, a happy smile grew on her face.
The new Jon, looked down at the big chested woman, and saw that he love potion finally had taken hold. That potion, coupled with the insatiable nature of that body, would insure that she would never tell a soul what had happened on this day. Now and forever, HE was Jon, and SHE was Tiffy.
He noticed Tiffy had taken to the oral sex, like a fish to water. She was blowing him with an increasing willingness and passion. She was enjoying herself. He could hardly wait to fuck her between those big old boobs, cum on her face.
Tiffy felt her master grow even harder in her mouth. She knew he was close. All she wanted now was his cum in her mouth to make him happy. She loved him so much! Suddenly he spasmed and warm liquid gushed down her throat. It tasted soooo good. She continued to try and suck him even after he went limp. She wanted more, much more.
It was Jon who finally pried her head from his crotch. “I’ve created a monster.” He thought.
“Tiffy, get up.”
She popped up. “What’s wrong Master, did I not please you?”
“Yes, very much Tiffy. But you have some cleaning to do, I believe. We can have more fun later.”
“Awwww” she whined.
“Go, before I turn you over my knee and spank you.” He said as he swatted her cute behind.
“That could be FUN!!” She responded.
“LATER.”
Tiffy walked away with her feather duster, and began to clean. She hummed to herself, with an empty headed smile to her face. Her movements were graceful, and very feminine.
Jon took out his checkbook to write his very first check under his new identity. He made out the check for one million dollars to the old woman. He could afford it now, because, thanks to her, he had just had a complete reversal of fortune. He looked over at Tiffy. Of course, so did she!!!!!!
THE END
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