When Life Gives You Melons [A Meta Style TG Fantasy] (Patreon)

Miss Spiral is commissioned to write another TG story, but with her computer broken, she is forced to rely on her old typewriter. Little does she know, this typewriter is magical, and as she writes the story, the commissioner starts to change as well! Instead of freaking out, the commissioner is delighted and teams up with the author to use magic to change their life for the better and become their dream girl. 

Commissioned Anonymously

~

Miss Spiral unlocked the door to her studio and flopped down dramatically on the couch. Today had been one bad thing after another: her computer had died, the shop had charged her an absolute assload of money to fix it and then told her it wouldn't even be ready for two weeks. 

Two weeks with no laptop! How was she supposed to work? Not to mention paying for the repair itself. Her bank account was looking very sad, and rent was due in a few days. She had to earn some money, but how was she supposed to do that without a computer to write on? A ping from her phone distracted her for a moment, and she perked up at the email title: Commission Request. 

“Oh, thank God.” She muttered, “Please be enough to cover the repairs…”

Hi Miss Spiral!

I have this story idea where a man gets employed by this really demanding boss, and the boss wants to turn him into his dream employee and dream girl all at once! Is that something you could write? 

Thanks!

CyanChangling

She grinned. That sounded like a fun story, and the money would be a welcome load off her shoulders. Her mind whirred with ideas; perhaps the CEO and main character could fall in love. Or it could be a domination fetish; she did love writing those. She quickly emailed back to confirm some of the details with Cyan, body type, word count, and such and an hour later, the invoice was paid, and the worry over rent was gone, at least for another week. But then reality crashed down on her.

“Well…fuck, how am I supposed to write it?”

The only tech she had was her phone, and her thumbs ached just thinking about writing thousands of words using that. There was the local library, of course, but writing transformation and erotica in a public place was a good way to get herself on some sort of registry. She paced, trying to think of some solution that didn't involve stealing a laptop and praying she didn't get caught, when suddenly an idea occurred. 

“Wait a minute…”

The box was buried at the back of her cupboard; it had been years since she’d even thought about the old typewriter. It had been a hand-me-down from some aunt she’d only met once when she was a literal baby and felt bad throwing it out. Thank God, because now at least she had an option. If she wrote the story on the typewriter, she could take the pages to the library, scan them and then send the story as a PDF. It wasn’t perfect, but it would mean she could get the commission done in time, so Cyan wouldn’t have to wait. 

Spiral pulled out the typewriter and lugged it up onto her desk. The damn thing was way heavier than it had any right to be. With a solution to the writing problem in hand, her mind was racing with ideas for the story, but of course, the biggest hurdle was coming up with names. 

“Uhhhh…Charlie? Charlie can work as both a girl's name and a guy's name. Let’s go with that.” 

She cracked her knuckles and got started. 

~

Isaac walked into work with a smile on his face for the first time in weeks. Like most people, he hated his job; nobody ever dreamed of working at a customer satisfaction hotline. He spent all day listening to people complain about how the shitty company made a shitty product, and apparently, that was all his fault. But today at least, he had something to look forward to. 

He had finally taken the plunge and commissioned a story. Isaac had always loved TG fiction; the idea of being forcibly changed into a woman with no control over his own body was just so fucking hot. Not that he could ever tell anybody; he had a reputation to uphold. Well, not a reputation but at least some sense of dignity. What kind of woman was going to date a man who secretly fantasises about growing breasts? What sort of man wanted to be friends with a guy who fell asleep at night imagining what it would feel like to have a pussy? 

No, this was a part of himself that Isaac would take to his grave. Still, he was so excited to see what Miss Spiral was going to write for him. He wondered if she knew it was based on him? 

“Mr Sampson!”

Isaac’s smile vanished as he froze, hand outstretched and ready to press the elevator button. The voice was one that sent shivers of fear and one other emotion he would never admit, even to himself. 

“Mr Kenneth, sir.” Isaac said shakily, “Good to morning you sir. I mean, good morning to you…sir.”

Isaac winced in embarrassment. 

“Didn't your shift start twenty minutes ago?” Mr Kenneth said sternly. 

“Oh…I missed my bus.”

The truth was, he’d lost track of time emailing back and forth with Miss Spiral about the story; but there was no way he was going to tell his boss that. Zach Kenneth was the definition of a hard ass. The problem was, despite riding all his employees harder than a racehorse, he was actually fair. He was hard to impress, but damn, if you managed it, it was bonuses and extra vacation days and basically anything else in his power to get you. 

He was one of those bosses who inspired loyalty, dangling the carrot of approval in front of you just high enough that you couldn’t reach. Or maybe it was Isaac who couldn’t reach because whenever Zach was around, he seemed to fumble. He envied the man’s domineering tone; tall, broad-shouldered, with a deep voice; all he had to do to silence a room was stare. 

“Make sure to be on time tomorrow.” He nodded, and Zach repeated the gesture back too quickly, wobbling his head back and forth a few too many times like a bobblehead. 

If Zach was weirded out, he didn’t say so. He had probably forgotten all about Isaac by the time the elevator doors closed. Isaac stood there dumbly, realising he now had to wait for the elevator to return so he could get to his actual desk. 

“Dammit.”

Stupid, domineering Zach. Why did his spine turn to jelly when he was around? What Isaac wouldn't give to be the kind of man who held that sort of power over people. 

“Some people are so lucky,” he sighed as he finally got on the elevator. “Natural charisma…”

He looked at his reflection; skinny, plaid, dark short hair. He was about as memorable as a stack of toast. He got to his desk and sat down with a frown; the little sticker above his computer read ‘Charlie Sampson’. Was that somebody’s idea of a joke? He peered over the cubicle at Barbara, who was just finishing up a call.

“Did you change my name sticker?”

“What? No, why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I am asking. It says Charlie.”

Barbara raised an eyebrow. “And…?”

“That’s not my name?”

“...If this is your way of telling me you’re changing your name, Charlie, it’s not very funny.”

A light appeared on her phone and she adjusted her headset. 

“Hello, Customer Service, VizzTech, what can I do for you today?”

Isaac sank down into his seat, feeling confused. He logged into the system as usual, but everywhere he looked, where Isaac should have appeared, it was Charlie instead. Employee database, pay cheque, even his login was ‘C.Sampson’ instead of ‘I.Sampson’. It was a little thing, but it made Isaac uneasy. This was a lot of work for a prank; but he was already behind, and the phone lines were starting to get backed up as usual. Maybe he could be Charlie for a day. He put on his headset and reached over to take his first call when a muffled voice echoed through his ears. 

“Charlie was nervous; today was his performance review.”

“What?” he blinked, “No, it’s not.”

But then his computer screen flickered; an appointment was placed in his calendar, and several email reminders from days ago appeared between his other work. 

“His boss was a hardass, the kind of person people feared. Even though his record was spotless, he still felt anxious.”

That was true, but the CEO of the company wouldn’t be giving his performance review; surely his department head would. But that didn’t matter; the appointment was set, and he was supposed to be in the man's office in just a few minutes. Weird as it was, Isaac got to his feet and left his desk without ever starting work to head right back to the elevator; he’d already been late today, being late to his mysterious report probably wouldn’t be a good idea. 

“Charlie waited as the elevator rose; his heart was pounding. He had heard chatter around the office about how the CEO wanted to diversify the staff, and that meant hiring some of the boring white guys.”

“What?”

Isaac looked around in confusion; firstly, his headset was gone, so where was that voice coming from? And secondly, none of that was true! What sort of business would do that? Isaac had never been more confused. Was this some sort of mental breakdown? “Charlie fiddled with the golden cuffs at his wrist. Zach made him so nervous. He didn’t want to lose his job.”

Isaac blinked in surprise as little gold cuffs appeared on his shirt sleeves. He hadn’t even been wearing a dress shirt a moment ago. 

“I must be crazy…”

The woman’s voice continued to narrate, describing his appearance in the mirrored elevator walls. The elevator he was in didn't even have a mirrored wall until she mentioned it. Isaac felt like he was in a trance; part of him was tempted to see what would happen if he did the opposite of what the voice in his head described, but it was impossible. When she said to get off the elevator and walk into Zach Kenneth’s office, he did. 

“Zach was behind the desk, but he stood as Charlie entered. His dark eyes were serious.”

She was right. He stood, and Isaac sat, too bewildered by the whole experience to be nervous anymore. 

“You’re doing good work.” Zach said finally, “But we have a PR problem. Not enough diversity in our hiring.”

Just like the voice had said. 

“I don’t want to fire you,” Zach continued, “You’re a valuable employee, but you’re also a bit forgettable.”

“Um…sorry?” Zach stood and handed over a small tumbler of whiskey with two little cubes of ice sitting in the bottom. Was this some sort of test? Was he supposed to say no because he couldn’t drink on company time? Or was this Zach seeing if he had what it took to be a department head?

“Thanks?”

He took the glass and let out a sigh of relief when Zach smiled. 

“Charlie didn’t notice the gleam in Zach’s eyes that foreshadowed what was to come.”

Isaac froze; what gleam? He hadn't noticed any gleam!

“Charlie? Are you alright? Drink up.”

“Oh, right.”

It was hard to remember that when people said ‘Charlie’, they meant him. 

“So, about your forgettable face, I have decided to kill two birds with one stone. We will hit our diversity quota and make you more memorable in the process.”

“How?”

“By transforming you into a woman with that magic whiskey.” Zach grinned. “Now, I think I will sit back and enjoy the show.”

Isaac’s mouth fell open, and he stared down at the empty glass in his hands. The ice cubes were melting, and the whiskey remnants felt burning hot on his tongue and lips all of a sudden. 

“All of a sudden, Charlie felt that tingling in his lips go deeper and they started to swell, becoming full and luscious on his face.”

Everything the voice said came true, Isaac felt it all and he lifted his hand to his face in shock, pressing against his now full and feminine lips. Zach smiled from behind the desk, resting his chin on his hands to watch as Isaac’s form began to change. His face smoothed, his eyelashes grew long enough that he could see them with each blink and his vision blurred as his eyes changed from brown to blue. 

Isaac felt his cock twitch. This was…this was everything he fantasised about! Somehow, he was living out his very own TG story in real life! 

“Charlie was terrified; he didn't want to be a woman!”

That wasn't true, but he felt a stab of fear anyway, but that only made him moan in his seat. Somehow, the fear made everything better, like a little bit of pain with pleasure, or salt with sweet. Zach smirked behind his desk.

“Are you enjoying this, Charlie?”

“Of course not!” Isaac lied, “And that’s not my na-aaah!”

His hips clicked as they started to stretch. His belt started to cut painfully into his skin as they widened. Isaac felt his anticipation building; he knew this part of the story and quickly got to his feet and leaned over Zach’s desk to ache his back as his ass started to swell how he’d dreamed about this! But no fantasy could ever fully capture the feeling of each of his butt cheeks growing, getting softer, plumper, more curvy. The pair of boxers he was wearing had felt silky this morning, now against his sensitive ass cheeks it may as well have been sandpaper. 

He waited with baited breath for them to transform into something softer. Perhaps a delicate pair of panties with a little bow at the front, the kind he saw in the women’s section of the clothing store when he pretended to get lost. Yes! That’s what he wanted; maybe his cock would be next; he couldn’t wait to feel it sliding back up inside him. Just thinking about it made him whimper with want. 

His pants became tight; the fabric strained against his new ass and eventually slipped inside his crack slightly. Isaac wondered if they would rip open, God, that would be so humiliating and hot, especially in front of Zach, who was still watching with fascination. Isaac had almost forgotten he was here and blushed deeply, realising he was gripping the man’s desk so hard his knuckles had turned white. 

“I think you are enjoying this, Charlie.” 

His voice sent a thrill down Isaac’s spine. Screw it, Charlie. He could be Charlie if it meant he got to keep experiencing this! He shivered, watching as the nails on his fingers shimmered a pale blue as polish painted itself on top. What was next? His shoulders sloping? His pussy growing, or maybe his breasts. God, he couldn’t wait for that!

“Charlie struggled to breathe, feeling his chest get heavier as new weight started to grow there. His shirt tingled against the skin as it became more sensitive and-”

The voice stopped, and Charlie held his breath. He felt everything she described, and now it was time for the big moment. The moment every story lingered on where his chest would grow, and two big, beautiful breasts would grow. He’d be able to feel their weight, feel his nipples harden, heft them up in his hands to massage the skin! But the voice stayed silent; stopped mid-sentence as did his transformation. 

“And?” He prompted out loud, “AND!?”

But the voice didn't continue. Zah leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat awkwardly. It was then that Charlie realised he had been speaking out loud and was still half bent over the man’s desk. He jumped back in embarrassment and cleared his own throat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. Why was it even still there, it should have melted away by now along with a nice description of his voice changing. 

“Hm, I guess the transformation will take a while. A shame, I put the specifics in myself.” Zach sighed, “You may go.”

“Wh-what? That’s it? A bouncy but and some soft lips! I’m not even fully changed!”

He felt so cheated!

“Don't worry, the rest of the transformation will finish soon.” Zach smiled, “And if you’re worried about your looks, don’t. I put the specifics in myself. I figured if I was going to have a bunch of women hires, they should at least be beautiful. A whole team of my dream girls.”

Charlie’s mouth opened and closed. That was…so messed up. If he weren’t so secretly into this, he would tell the police, then again, who would believe him?

“Where did you get the whiskey?” Charlie asked instead, maybe he could get more.

“Never you mind. Just know that it was very difficult and expensive to obtain. Now, back to work.”

He used that tone, the one that meant he wasn't going to be argued with. Another spark of pleasure ran down Charlie’s spine at the order, and he turned, heading for the door. Thanks to his new ass, his hips had a bit of natural sway. It felt so lovely he almost forgot to ask one final question. 

“You said you picked the specifics…so you know what I am going to look like?”

Zach nodded. “I’m turning you into my perfect woman.”

Charlie tried not to look turned on by that; he could already imagine it; big curves, blonde hair, boobs for brains…

“Red hair, skinny, dark make-up.” Zach said dreamily, “You’re going to look amazing.”

Charlie paused; he…he didn't want to look like that! Just like that, his ultimate fantasy started to slip through his fingers. Zach didn’t seem to care though, he seemed to be enjoying watching Charlie squirm. He left the office conflicted; on the one hand, he was living out his secret fantasy, on the other, it was all going wrong. Not to mention far too slow. He needed that voice to come back, maybe if he could talk to whoever this mysterious woman was, he could get her to describe things right. 

He got back in the elevator and felt his phone buzz in his pocket. An email…from Miss Spiral, a new story up on her Patreon. Charlie felt his eyes grow wide in realisation; the woman’s voice, the domineering boss; they were the things he’d asked her to write! Could it be that the woman’s voice he had been hearing was hers?

~

Miss Spiral sat back and stretched, feeling her spine pop. Her fingers ached from typing on the heavy keys of the typewriter. Hand cramps were bad enough on a laptop; writing this story was going to give her carpal tunnel. She pulled the last page free of the machine and smiled, it was a decent start at least, she hoped Cyan would enjoy it. 

She took a little break to post another story on Patreon, which took twice as long on her phone as it did on her computer. She really hoped the formatting wouldn’t get messed up. That was always a nightmare to deal with. She was just about to take a break when her phone pinged, an email from Cyan. 

She’d only taken the commission a few hours ago, surely, he didn’t expect updates already? The email was short and raised her eyebrows.

Hi Spiral,

Weird question, does the commission you’re writing for me have a guy named Charlie getting turned into a skinny redhead?

Can you answer quick? Sorry

Cyan

That was…weird. How on Earth did they know what she had written? If she’d been on her usual computer, she would be worried they were using spyware, but even if they were the greatest computer expert of all time, they couldn’t hack a typewriter. 

Yes. How did you know that?

Because it’s happening to me! I got to work, and my name tag changed to Charlie, and now my boss is talking about diversifying, and I had a random meeting with him where I started to transform!

Miss Spiral blinked at her screen and went to type a reply before thinking better of it, walking over to the bottle of gin she had stashed on her desk for special occasions and drank a mouthful. 

“Okay, so that wasn't on my bingo card today, but sure.”

She rolled her eyes and quickly replied.

I’m sorry, but I don't do RP. I am happy to write your story. I’m not sure how you guessed those details, but it doesn't matter.

I’m not trying to role-play! I swear this is real!

Got any proof?

I hear the narration in my head, quick, write something down, and I will tell you what it is!

Normally, she wouldn't entertain such an idea, but it was strange that he’d guessed so many aspects of the story. With a shrug, she sat back down at the typewriter and continued the scene. 

“Charlie moaned, trying to deny how good it felt, feeling his body change. His thighs began to thicken to better support his ass, and his pants strained to contain them while his calves thinned.”

She sat back expectantly, and a second later, another message:

My thighs just got bigger! Oh my God, thank you, my butt was starting to hurt without proper support!

Miss Spiral opened her mouth, then closed it again. No way. This couldn’t be happening. She smashed her fingers against the keyboard.

“And then his hair began to grow into an unnatural shade of blue, tight curls that stood up at all angles.”

A moment later, a ping.

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?? CHANGE IT BACK!

“Holy shit, what?”

She quickly typed out an addition where the hair suddenly turned short and red as she planned and breathed a sigh of relief when Cyan messaged back saying it had changed. A good thing, too, because there was no undo button on a typewriter. She was going to have to be careful; anything she did, she would have to undo through writing more. 

Guilt made her stomach tie in knots. It was one thing to write about this stuff, but actually to make somebody go through it? This poor guy. She quickly got typing, finishing the story hastily with the man magically getting his real body back. She had to fix this before it was too late!

~

Charlie sighed in relief as his bright blue hair faded to a shorter, more natural red. It still wasn't what he was after, but it was better than looking like a clown. He was so excited he could barely type. The entire way home, he hadn't even cared about the awkwardness in Zach’s office, or the weird looks he was getting on the train because of his strangely bouncy, feminine ass. All he could think about was getting home to email Spiral. 

His fingers were trembling above the keyboard. This was it; he had no idea how Spiral’s magic worked. It seemed like she didn't either, but with this, he could get the body and life of his dreams! 

He was about to type another message when he felt a strange tingling in his butt, and then he started to get ever so slightly shorter. It wasn’t much, but instantly, he knew it was his new butt melting away. Turning back into the boring taut, square one he’d had before. He winced as his hips cinched back in and his thighs thinned as well.

“No! No, no!” He cried, “What is she doing?”

His feminine frame melted away before his eyes, and Charlie felt his lips deflating as well. In a matter of seconds, he was back to his old self, just with short red hair. 

Sorry, what did your hair look like? I will change it back, too. 

No! No, I don’t want my old hair back; I want you to continue the story.

Really? 

Yes! But with a few little changes…and surprises.

~

It felt odd, having the story slate wiped clean, so to speak. It took all night with Spiral and Charlie emailing back and forth to organise exactly what was going to happen. But eventually, she managed to wipe the slate clean as if yesterday had never happened, and now it was time for the real story to begin. 

Isaac had his name changed back from Charlie and told Spirall exactly what sort of woman he wanted to become. But he wanted some surprises too, aside from the body specifications, he left the rest up to her; if he knew exactly what was coming ahead of time, it wouldn’t be any fun. So he waited. He went to work the next day, and nothing happened, but that only fed his excitement; they had decided Spiral would start writing at a random time, so he wouldn’t see it coming. 

Still, after a week of waiting, the anticipation was starting to wane, and Isaac started to worry. Had she forgotten? Or maybe the magic had disappeared. The idea made his heart sink. He finished up a long, boring call with a customer who didn't have anything better to do than yell at him and sighed. He took off the headset just for a moment, to take a breather, when a hand slammed down on his desk, making him jump in surprise. And then, a voice floated through his mind:

“Isaac looked up to see his boss, Miss Kenneth, looking down at him. She was a gorgeous woman, with long dark hair that was always tied back in a tight bun. It was hard for a woman in business, so she had done everything in her power to make sure people, especially men, would take her seriously.”

Spiral’s narration: it was starting!

“Her dark business suit was tight around her curvaceous figure; a bright pop of red at her lips, the only colour in her outfit. She raised an eyebrow and smiled coyly at Isaac.”

“Taking a break in the middle of your shift?” She asked, and Isaac shivered; he hadn't been expecting this. 

“Just a hard call.” He squeaked.

“Well, we can’t have slackers here; one more demerit and I will have to put you in the improvement program.”

“I-Improvment…program?”

Miss Kenneth leaned over the desk and put a perfectly manicured nail against his chest. 

“Yes, the program is for bad boys who need to be told what to do to get better, or they lose their jobs.” 

Isaac’s heart was in his throat; something told him he wanted to be in that program. Badly. Miss Kenneth, Jenna, as her badge read, smiled and nodded.

“I hope to see improvement, now, get back on those phones.”

She walked away, hips swaying, her ass completely on show thanks to the tight skirt. Isaac swallowed and picked up his headset, too distracted to do any proper work. Which was fine, that improvement program was exactly what he wanted. 

~

Spiral had never enjoyed a commission more; it took a lot of restraint to hold back rather than write it all in one sitting. There was something so deliciously fun knowing that there was a real man out there, slowly getting TG’d all thanks to her. She held his life in the palm of her hand, and he loved it; what she wouldn’t give to be able to see it happening. 

Changing the boss to a woman was a fun little touch; she wondered how Isaac reacted. He’d been on her Patreon for years at this point and always liked her lesbian stories; she had a pretty good read on what he liked, even if he didn't say. She smiled to herself, describing three or four more close calls where Jenna Kenneth threatened to put Isaac into the improvement program and giggled in delight with each email he sent in response.

You’re such a tease!

You’re killing me!

When is the transformation going to happen already!

She sent back short messages telling him to be patient until finally, one morning when she knew Isaac would be sitting at his desk. She sat down and started to type.

~

“Isaac was a nervous wreck. After so many run-ins with his domineering boss, his nerves were frayed. He was so paranoid about being sent to the improvement program he couldn’t think straight, and that meant making mistakes. He hung up on calls he meant to transfer, said the wrong thing to clients, and accidentally sent an email to the wrong department head. Anything and everything he could do wrong, he was doing it today. So he wasn’t surprised when he was summoned to Miss Kenneth’s office.”

Isaac almost leapt out of his chair before the email even arrived in his inbox. Finally! Spiral had been stringing him along for days at this point. It was finally time to get the ball rolling. The narration continued as he rode the elevator up to Miss Kenneth’s office and then stepped inside. She was sitting atop her desk, legs crossed, waiting for him with a look of disappointment on her face. 

“Isaac.” She purred, “I am so disappointed in you, and here I thought you were improving.”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry, ma’am.”

“S-sorry, ma’am.”

Isaac’s heart was racing. He watched as Miss Kenneth leaned over and poured the whiskey. The same transformation tool as before, this time, when she handed it over, he didn’t hesitate. He threw back the drink and let it burn down his throat. His cock twitched in anticipation: here we go. 

He was hyperaware of his own body, waiting for the telltale tingles to start. He was so focused on his skin that he barely heard Miss Kenneth explaining the improvement program; how it was used to make lesser workers fit their new diversity demographics, and how he was going to have to make the most of it. Isaac didn't care about the reasoning; he was just here for the transformation. 

It started the same as last time, with his lips swelling, Isaac ran a tongue over the skin, licking the last of the whiskey up and feeling how sensitive the skin there was. The burn of the alcohol radiated outwards, making his throat warm, and Isaac felt his Adam’s apple melt away in response. 

“Oh…” 

He wanted to say more, but his brain had gone blank. He was just so excited. Even that one sound showed how different his voice was, though; higher, of course, with a slightly southern touch that felt cute. 

“You seem remarkably calm.” Miss Kenneth chuckled. “Most men are crying out in shock by now, as they realise what’s happening to them. Or have you not figured it out?”

“I’m turning into a woman…” Isaac’s voice quivered; he hoped Miss Kenneth mistook it for fear and not excitement. 

“That’s right!” Miss Kenneth beamed, “We need more pretty faces around here, so if you want to earn your manhood back, you’d better work hard.”

“Oh, I will.” Isaac lied, groaning with pleasure as Spiral continued to narrate the changes to his body. The way his butt cheeks grew, turning peachy, then wide and full as his thighs thickened and calves thinned. 

It was bigger than last time, just like he’d asked. The pants he’d worn to work today didn't stand a chance. This time, his cheeks burst through them just like he’d always dreamed. It helped that he had started wearing a size smaller than usual, just in case. As the fabric split, Isaac couldn’t help but moan and bend over. His new butt was so heavy, he had to lean forward to compensate. His hips widened, giving him a pear-shaped body to match, and the pressure in his groin started to grow. 

Spiral’s narration continued:

“Isaac was trying so hard not to look like he was enjoying himself. But it was hard. He could feel his cock starting to shrink; the thing he had been dreaming of for so long. But the author of this story is…a bit of a tease.”

What!?

His cock shrank, but didn’t disappear; instead, Spiral started describing how his shoulders were changing, sloping downwards to match his now delicate, thin neck. Miss Kenneth hopped off the desk and approached as Isaac squirmed under her gaze. 

“I think you’re enjoying this.” She said, her eyes narrowing. “Tell me, does this feel good to you?”

“Yes…” Isaac sighed, feeling his face soften and his teeth get a little straighter in his mouth.

“You little devil, tricking me like that, I should turn you back…But I won't.”

Isaac let out a sigh of relief as she circled him one more time, hand ghosting over his new rump and making his cheeks turn pink before returning to sit on the desk.

“I am enjoying watching you too much to stop it now.” She grinned. “Here comes the best part.” 

Isaac swallowed. Spiral’s narration was describing small, internal changes, how his body was rearranging itself. His heart beat faster and faster, and with each pump of blood, he felt his chest starting to grow more sensitive. 

“Isaac could feel his skin rubbing against the shirt, pressing and straining against the starched fabric as his new breasts finally began to grow. He wasn’t wearing a bra, obviously, so there was nothing to hide his nipples pressing against the fabric, making it painfully obvious just how much he was enjoying the process. The weight shifted his centre of gravity, and Isaac stumbled forward to the side of Miss Kenneth’s desk to brace himself. She laughed and reached over to flick one of the nipples through his shirt.”

“Looks like you’re going to have a real set of milkers.” She giggled, and Isaac barely held back a moan. 

It was starting to get painful, his breasts growing and straining against the too-tight shirt. But he refused to unbutton it. Some might have thought it was denial, but in fact, he had imagined this a thousand times, and it always included:

“The top button flew off his shirt, then another, making the fabric open, and his new bosom spilled out. It was so humiliating, but so hot.”

Isaac gripped the desk and arched his back, letting gravity pull his new breasts down even further. For a moment, he let his eyes flutter closed to just enjoy the weight of them. His hips and butt were growing as well; every feminine feature he had was being amplified to the nth degree. He wasn’t just becoming a woman; he was becoming the most idealised, feminine woman he could. 

“Beautiful.” Miss Kenneth purred, “Utterly beautiful, I love this especially.”

She reached over and gently raked her nails over Isaac’s skull, and as she did, hair followed. Almost like those old grow-hair dolls, she gently pulled long, blond locks from his skull until they reached just past his shoulders. 

Finally, Spiral’s voice whispered in his ears, describing the hollowing sensation between his legs, the wetness that followed and the intimate feeling of his balls slowly disappearing. With a pulse of pleasure, almost like a mini orgasm, his new clit burst into existence, and just like that, Isaac was all woman. 

It would be perfect if it weren’t for the fact that he was standing in shredded clothes that were bursting at the seams in places and hanging far too loose in others. Miss Keneth got up one last time from her desk and approached as Isaac blushed self-consciously. 

“This program is designed to help you better yourself in the workplace and ensure the company meets its diversity quota,” She said, lifting Isaac’s face to meet her gaze. “Naturally, I don't expect you to know how to look the part right off the cuff, so I have taken the liberty of getting you a few things you’ll need.”

She placed her hands on Isaac’s gentle shoulders and steered him toward the back of her office. He shivered; even a simple movement like walking felt entirely new in this body. And the fact that he had Spiral in his ear, describing it all in detail just in case he didn’t notice, only made things feel better. 

“With each step, he could feel the natural sway of his hips; they were wider than even Miss Kenneth’s, which made the swing all the more noticeable. His cheeks jiggled slightly; no matter how smoothly he tried to walk, there was simply too much curve there to be contained. And of course, there were his lovely thighs, wide enough to press his pussy lips together with each step, generating a low-lying heat that was impossible to ignore.”

Miss Kenneth opened up the door at the back of her office, revealing a large walk-in closet filled with outfits. Without checking sizes, she reached inside and grabbed a cream coloured dress with a matching belt that cinched it at the middle, along with a pair of heels and several pearl and diamond pieces of jewellery. 

“This is your new work uniform.” She smiled, “And I will be sending you videos with tutorials on how to do your hair and make-up. I will expect nothing but the best from you. Do you understand?”

“It became obvious at that moment that the self-improvement program was all made up. Miss Kenneth clearly knew what she liked and was sick of waiting to find it. She’d started transforming her employees instead. Now, Isaac had been moulded specifically to her desired look. From his body to how she dressed. The idea shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did.”

Isaac nodded, half listening to spiral, and looked at the dress in delight. He couldn’t wait to get out of these ruined clothes. He took the hanger from Miss Kenneth and held it up, admiring the fabric.

“A shame that it will be hidden in a call centre…” He muttered before he could stop himself. 

“Now, we can't have a pretty face like this manning the phones in a call centre, can we?” Miss Kenneth purred, holding Isaac’s face, “No, I think I will make you my secretary, how does that sound?”

Isaac’s heart fluttered beneath his ample chest; getting to spend every day with Miss Kenneth, knowing her schedule, being her second in command? He couldn’t think of anything better. 

“Oh, and one last thing,” Miss Kenneth added, “We will have to give you a new name, Isaac doesn't really suit you anymore…Isle. Let’s call you Isla.”

~

Time passed, and Isla settled into being Miss Kenneth’s secretary. Today, the office was quiet. Isla sat at her desk, her fingers trembling as they hovered over the keyboard. Her blonde hair was dressed up in an elaborate updo, just as Miss Kenneth requested. She did everything Miss Kenneth requested just in the hopes of being praised. Thanks to Spiral’s constant updates, the sexual tension around them was growing ever stronger. She could feel it in the way her heart raced, in the way her breath quickened every time she thought about the woman who had been teasing her for weeks.

Ever since the change, she had been brushing against Isla, whispering filthy suggestions in her ear, her touch always lingering just a moment too long. It was a game, a dangerous dance of power and desire, and Isla was both terrified and exhilarated by it. Thanks to Spiral cutting to the chase, she didn't have to deal with any dysmorphia when considering herself a woman. She was all female, all ready to go, if only Miss Kenneth would make a move. 

The click of heels against the floor broke the silence, announcing the boss’s arrival. Isla’s head snapped up, her eyes locking onto Miss Kenneth as she strode into the office. There was a predatory glint in her eyes, a hunger that sent a shiver down Isla’s spine. Her lips curved into a smirk as she locked the door behind her, the sound echoing in the quiet space. The office felt smaller now, more intimate, as if the walls themselves were closing in, trapping them in this moment of anticipation. Miss Kenneth circled Isla’s desk, her movements graceful yet menacing.

“Come into my office.” She ordered, “I think your appearance is slipping; you need a full dressing down.”

The innuendo didn't slip Isla by. She stood up, pussy moistening, and followed Miss Kenneth inside. Isla’s appearance was flawless, of that she was sure, but as Miss Spiral’s narration appeared in her ear, she knew it was finally time to experience the full wonder of her new body. 

“Miss Kenneth approached slowly, ‘looking for imperfections’ she said, ‘doing a uniform inspection’. But they both knew that was just a pretence. As she moved closer, Isla backed up against the desk, and the boss reached for her.”

“M-Miss Kenneth?” Isla squeaked.

“Why don't you call me, Jenna?” She whispered, “If you want this, that is.”

Jenna’s hand slid up Isla’s thigh, her touch electric as it slipped under her dress. Isla moaned softly, her head falling back as Jenna’s fingers brushed against her lace panties. They were already damp. How long had Isla been waiting for this moment? 

“I do want it.” She whimpered.

“Beg me,” Jenna demanded, her lips brushing against Isla’s ear. Her breath was warm, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down Isla’s spine.

Isla whimpered, her body trembling with need. “Please, Jenna.” 

The words were forced from Isla’s mouth thanks to Spiral’s writing, and that only made things feel even hotter. Jenna had no idea there was a third party involved, only Isla, and she was at both Jenna's and Spiral’s mercy. 

With a slow, deliberate movement, Jenna unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, letting it pool at her feet before reaching over and revealing a hidden drawer. It slid open, revealing a detailed black strap-on dildo. Isla’s eyes widened and her mouth went dry, her breath catching in her throat as she realised this was really happening.

“Turn.”

Isla did. She braced her hands on the desk and felt Jenna slowly raise up the tight skirt of her dress so that it was bunched around her waist. Then, slowly slid her soaked panties away from her pussy and down to the floor so Isla could spread her legs. She leaned forward, massive bust crushed between her and the desk. The narration paused for a moment as Jenna attached the strap-on, and Isla heard Spiral’s voice in her ear:

“I hope you’re ready. I won’t be giving you any mercy.”

Jenna lined the dildo up with Isla’s dripping pussy, the tip pressing against her entrance. Isla’s eyes fluttered closed as Jenna pressed in, slow and deliberate, the thickness stretching her tight hole. She gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as Jenna sank deeper, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, her pussy clenched around the length and squeezed, as if trying to hold onto it forever.

Jenna began to thrust, her movements hard and relentless; there was no slow start, only brutal pleasure. The desk creaked under their weight, the sound mingling with their moans as they moved in a frantic rhythm. Isla’s body arched, her pussy clenching around the shaft as she begged for more.

“No talking.” She grunted, “Just let me fuck you.”

Her hips snapped, the dick sliding in and out of Isla’s wet pussy with a slick, rhythmic motion. Isla’s orgasm built, a coil tightening in her core as Jenna’s thrusts became faster, more desperate. Jenna slowed, then started again, teasing her over and over. Edging poor Isla until she couldn't even beg. Finally, she leaned forward and whispered in her ear. 

“Cum for me, Isla.” 

Isla screamed, her body shaking as she exploded. Her orgasm was all-consuming, a wave of pleasure that left her trembling and breathless. Only made more powerful by Spiral continuing to describe everything in minute detail. When she was finally done and Jenna let her up from the desk, she looked down to see marks left by the heat from her breasts staining the desk. They would fade in a few minutes, but the sight of them still made her shiver. 

She turned back to see Jenna slowly slipping into her skirt and putting the dildo away. For the first time, her stern demeanour had melted and she had a look of…affection on her face. 

“You know,” She said gently, placing a hand on Isla’s chin. “I think you’re my favourite. Of all the employees I have transformed, I mean.”

“Have you…fucked them too?” Isla asked, jealousy flaring inside her.

“You were to be the first…” Jenna admitted, “But now, I think you’ll be the only.”

Jenna leaned in and gently kissed her, drawing out a moan. Isla had her dream body, and now, her dream woman. Could life get any better than this?

~

Miss Spiral smiled to herself as she read over the chapter she’d written last night. It had been a few weeks at this point. Her computer was back up and running, and Spiral had been taking commissions left and right. But the typewriter still sat on her desk, slowly gathering dust. They had agreed to give Isla/Isaac a few weeks just to be herself without author intervention. She really should turn her back now, though. Spiral quickly typed out an email:

How’s it going? Ready to turn back?

The reply came a few minutes later. 

I suppose so.

It had been fun; maybe she could start offering these little transformations as an extra fee. She was sure her audience would be into it. She loaded up the paper and started to type away at the key typewriter keys, describing how Isaac’s time as Isle was coming to an end. She looked up to check the spelling and blinked in surprise. The paper was blank. 

“Huh?”

She tried again, nothing. She tried different paper. Still nothing. She opened the back of the typewriter and felt her eyes go wide: the ink well was empty. 

“Uh oh…”

~

Isla was stretched out in Jenna’s bed, basking in the afterglow of yet another round of tender lovemaking. She had her eyes closed, trying to memorise the feel of her body for when it started to melt away. She hoped Spiral would warp reality so that Jenna at least didn’t freak out when a man was suddenly in her bed when she returned from the bathroom. She waited…but nothing happened. 

A little confused, he picked up her phone and noticed a new email from Spiral.

So…slight complication. It seems my typewriter has run out of ink. It might take me a while to get a replacement. Sorry!

Isla smiled and giggled a little under her breath.

That’s okay. Take your time. 

The ensuite door opened and Jenna stepped out, naked and glorious with a wry smile on her face.

“What are you smiling at?”

“Oh, nothing,” Isla replied, putting the phone down. “I thought I had to go but it turns out, you’ll have the pleasure of my company for a while yet.”

“Good,” Jenna purred, “I intend to make the most of it.”