Wrong Place, Wrong Time - TG TF
"I hate this job," Marty muttered to himself, looking over the mess of shopping carts lazily left around the cart corral.
Marty had worked at Walmart for quite a while, his job? Taking the carts from their corals around the parking lot and returning them to the store. Though many people simply left the carts abandoned throughout the parking lot, too lazy to put them back.
Organizing the carts, he quickly returned the train of carts to their proper place before scouring the parking lot for strays. He made the rounds, gathering up what he could find and parking them in the corals to return later. As he made his way though the parking lot, he noticed another cart a few blocks down the street from the parking lot.
"Oh for fuck sake, come on." he groaned, as he hurried down the street to collect it before some homeless person stole it.
Moving towards the cart he couldn't help but overhear some sort of commotion in the nearby apartment building. He could hear some shouting, but couldn't exactly make out what was being said. A strange flash of color from the window followed shortly after, the shouts transitioning into loud feminine moaning.
Marty didn't think much of what he just heard, probably some folks having some fun. He grabbed the stray shopping cart, taking a moment to check and make sure it wasn't damaged.
He didn't even notice as the door to the apartment building opened, and a well dressed man in a black coat and tie, stepped into the street.
"Alright, lets get this cart back where it belongs." Marty said to himself, turning the cart on its wheels and directly into the path of the man. There was a rattling of metal as the cart stopped dead in its tracks.
"Watch where you're going dreg." the man spoke, before giving the cart a firm push, knocking Marty off his feet.
"Hey!" he yelled, angrily, "What the hell asshole?"
"Watch your tongue dreg. You are in the presence of Arthur Black, and I am not someone you would wish to anger."
"Yeah whatever, never heard of you."
"Of course you haven't," the man grinned, tapping his cane on the cart. "Though you wont forget the name after I'm done with you."
"What?" Marty said clambering to his feet. "Is that a threat?"
"Of a sort... I think you deserve a new job, one which will better suit a simpleton like you."
Marty wasn't sure what this strange man had in mind for him, but he wasn't about to stick around and find out. He had to get the cart back before his boss noticed he was missing. Grabbing the handle of the shopping cart he tried to push past, only to find the cart wouldn't budge.
"Don't worry, this wont take long." the man said, his eyes flickering with a green glow.
Panic rose in Marty's chest, his heart racing as he noticed the glow in the man's eyes. Electricity seemingly traveled down his arm, and with a mad chuckle he cracked the cane down on the cart, sending green electricity arcing over it.
"What the fuck!" Marty shouted in surprise, feeling the strange energy flowing into his hands and up his arms. It moved though him, causing his entire body to jolt as though he'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The feeling was anything but painful, however it was far from pleasant either. Every hair on Marty's body stood straight up as whatever power that had been displayed began to take effect. He had always sported a buzz-cut, however within a moment the hairs on his head had quickly begun to grow, longer and longer. His hair which was once brown, became bleach blonde as he was left with a short wavy hairdo. At the same time, his body hair had vanished and his skin smoothed. He could feel his entire body shifting as he struggled to comprehend what was happening, panic rising in his chest.
"What the hell is happening?!" Marty yelled out, wide eyed and fearful. "My skin, my insides... Ugh, feels like everything is moving."
His form rippled and shifted before his very eyes, and with every passing moment more and more changes manifested. He could feel himself getting shorter as his body slenderized, muscles growing weaker and melting from his frame.
"Let's help things along shall we?" Black grinned, a cruel look in his eyes. "Let's fix that unsightly face of yours. Maybe add a bit of makeup."
The man snapped his fingers, and Marty's masculine face became transformed into a beautiful, feminine visage. Marty gasped as his hands went to his face, feeling his features shift beneath his fingers. Red lipstick spread over his lips which plumped up in response. Eyeliner applied itself as his eyes shifted in both shape and color, taking a hazel coloration while his lashes grew longer. He blinked in surprise, pulling his hands away and noticing they too had changed. Now more delicate and slender, with longer nails.
"My face! My hands!" he cried out, his voice having raised in pitch to a more feminine vocal range. His eyes grew even wider at the sound leaving his throat. "My voice!"
"Yes, much better," Black said, still grinning. "Now what next? I think a nice ass and a new outfit is in order."
"What?! No! Please, no!" Marty pleaded, before turning and running in an attempt to escape this evil man. "Help! Someone help!"
As he ran, the magic's effects continue to work on him. Being so focused on getting away, he didn't even notice the heel of his sneakers growing with each step. Before he knew it, he was wearing a pair of black high heels, which clicked against the sidewalk as his sprint became more and more awkward. When he finally did look down, his pant legs had begun to disintegrate into thin air, revealing a pair of womanly legs.
"What the fuck!? My shoes!" Looking up he noticed something else. He was still in front of the same building, the shopping cart right beside him. Somehow he had wound up right back where he started. "No, this isn't happening!"
"Oh, it's happening." Black said standing in the exact same spot, an amused expression on his face. "I'm surprised to see you back so soon."
"What the fuck are you?" Marty demanded, stepping back with a nervous glance around.
"Just a man who enjoys bending others to his will."
"Fuck you! Fuck you!"
"Maybe once we finish up." Black said, eyes flickering.
"No! Please!" Marty said turning, and attempting to run off once more. Though he didn't get far as he hit an invisible wall with a thud much to his despair. "Nooo! Help!"
He tried with all his strength to try and break through the wall, slamming his small womanly fists against it in vain. His pants vanished to reveal a pair of round, shapely thighs and a growing ass. His bare ass swelled with fat, cheeks round and jiggling as he was left with a posterior that would put most woman to shame. As the magic continued its work moving up his body, his waist squeezed inwards and he leaned into the wall as he could feel his spine curve. The shift causing him to raise his fatty round ass up into the air, much to his embarrassment.
"My ass...!" he whimpered, grabbing at the jiggling flesh, feeling it spill out from in-between his fingers.
Black simply chuckled, watching as his victim's clothes shifted over his form into something far more revealing. Lingerie consisting of a semi-transparent black lace leotard, with sleeves and a deep neckline that revealed his still flat chest. The material hugged his body, struggling to contain his round ass and squeezing uncomfortably tight against his crotch. The outfit was finished off as a pair of earrings appeared, and attached themselves to his ears.
"Hmm, yes... much, much better." Black smirked, admiring his work as his eyes found themselves eyeing the large cheeks of his latest victim. "As much as I enjoy the view, let's see the front of you."
A glow surrounded Marty, and with a twirl of his finer, Black caused him to spin around to face him. Marty was unrecognizable as the same person he was earlier that night. The thick thighs, broad hips, and fat ass all belonged to a woman, not a man. The face as well. He looked and sounded female, though the lack of breasts and the male genitalia were still evident.
"My... what did you do to me?" Marty gasped as he glanced down at his form, before his eyes shot back up to meet Black's. "You pervert! You freak! You're sick!"
"Pervert? Yes, maybe I am. Though a freak? If anyone here looks like a freak it would be you." he mocked, cackling at his own words. "Though I'm going to fix that in a moment. Make you a proper whore."
"Don't do this! Please, I'm begging you!" Marty cried out as he struggled to move, the magic keeping him still as the warlock worked his magic.
"A good whore needs a pair of tits that will draw the eye." Black mused, then snapped his fingers.
Marty's nipples grew larger, darker and more sensitive. Then as if gripped by an invisible force, his nipples were pinched and tugged forward, sending a spike of pleasure through him that caused him to bite his lip. The sensation caused him to groan, his body arching forward as two mounds of fat and flesh swelled beneath the sensitive nipples, growing into a pair of D-cup breasts. The plunging neckline of his outfit offered a flattering view of the new additions, displaying a massive amount of cleavage that was sure to catch the eye of any man.
"Lovely, now just one more thing... Let's get rid of that useless tool between those legs of yours." Black said, and snapped his fingers again.
A gasp escaped Marty's lips as his eyes widened, feeling an uncomfortably pleasurable sensation in his groin. His penis quickly began to retreat into his body, as his testicles likewise did so, causing his body to shudder at the change. The bulge that had been squeezed tight beneath the feminine outfit he was forced to wear, became less and less noticeable until finally, it had completely vanished along with any trace of his former masculine appearance. He was no longer a man, but a woman as the virgin vagina that formed between his legs could attest.
"There, now you're a proper whore." Black said, giving him a satisfied smirk.
"I can't be a woman," Marty groaned, feeling the unfamiliar emptiness of his female sex, which had been left in a state of arousal from the transformation. "Please, turn me back! Whatever I did I'm sorry!"
Black looked Marty over, tilting his head ever so slightly as he tapped his cane to his chin. For a moment it seemed as though he was deep in thought at his victim's plea, perhaps even considering it. Then he burst into laughter.
"How many times have you cried, pleaded, and begged me to stop? What makes you think I'll change my mind now you fool?" he said, stepping closer as he reached out and grabbed one of Marty's breasts. He gaze it a good squeeze, smiling at what he'd created. "No, it would be a real waste of effort to change you back into the insignificant dreg you were."
"No, you can't do this! You can't leave me like this!"
"Oh, I wasn't planning on leaving you like this." he said, pulling his hand away. "We can't have a whore like you thinking she's a man."
"What, what are you-?"
Black's cane had suddenly flickered with energy, as he twirled it in his hand before gently tapping it to Marty's forehead a single time.
"Just the finishing touch..."
Marty's eyes rolled back, his jaw dropping as the magic flowed over every inch of his brain, blurring every coherent thought in his head. Though the magic suddenly gave birth to all manner of thoughts that breached the fog in his head, settling into and warping what was left of his mind. His mind became more and more female, as thoughts of sex and pleasure filled his head. His memories vanished along with his name, new memories being born as the name Tiffany soon came to replace Marty. And with that the magic faded, and with it, the haze of her mind. The transformation was now finally complete.
Tiffany opened her eyes, glancing around in confusion. What was she doing out this time of night, dressed like she was? Oh, right. She was out looking for sex. She was a whore after all. Her body ached in all the right places and she was desperate for someone to make her feel good. She didn't even notice the man in front of her until he spoke up.
"Well, well... I think I've outdone myself with this one."
She looked up, her red lips curving into a small smile. "Who are you?"
"I'm the man who made you. How about you thank me?"
Tiffany wasn't sure exactly what this man was talking about, but she didn't really care. He was rather handsome and the arousal between her legs told her all she needed to know.
"How can I thank you?" she asked coyly.
"Oh I think you know how." he said, stepping towards her and reaching a hand around to squeeze her fat ass. She squirmed in delight, then gave a little yelp as he slid his hand over her breast and pinched her nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips as she tilted her head back, closing her eyes as he continued to feel her voluptuous body.
Moments later she was bent over the nearby shopping cart, moaning as she was fucked from behind. If only Marty hadn't chased that stray cart, maybe he wouldn't have found himself in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Though Tiffany didn't have any complaints.
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