by Alyson Belle
Tier II
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Tier III
[Size Manipulation] This spell allows the caster to disperse or condense the very matter making up a player or NPC, causing them to become 1-2 sizes larger or smaller than they currently are. Their total mass remains the same, so their stats are unaffected. Hostile targets receive a save against this spell.
[Major Glamour] This spell allows the caster to physically alter the features and body characteristics of a player or NPC, transforming them into another gender, race, or radically altering their physical features for the duration of spell, without changing their stats or size category. This provides an enormous bonus to disguise checks. Hostile targets receive a save against this spell.
[Lasting Illusion] Create any visual illusion over an area up to 10x10x10’ that will last for up to three weeks or until dispelled.
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An excerpt from Forbidden Flirtations:
As I made my way to the central stage, I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me and see them whisper to each other. There weren’t any other glitter-covered girls around, and it was obvious to everyone what I was here for. I struggled to push myself up the four feet required to get up there, and then felt a strong hand on my ass helping me up. I squeaked as it gave a little squeeze and turned around to see a handsome man with wavy black hair wink at me and smile. I huffed, but I appreciated his help.
The music faded into another song as the DJ cut over, and I realized that everyone was looking at me expectantly. I swallowed nervously. The bass beat faded in. I wiggled my hips and started to gyrate in time with the music. Heather had been right. This body knew how to move, and still being just the tiniest bit high helped me along. I tried to close my eyes, smile, and just flow with the music.
They loved it. I felt shockingly self-conscious, but I’d also never felt so free. These strangers were staring at me, staring at my half naked body, at my breasts and my ass as I wiggled along with the music in the silliest costume I’d ever worn. It was humiliating and powerful and exhilarating all at the same time.
Glitter flew off my limbs with every fluid motion, and I began to touch myself: caressing my breasts and pushing my fingers sensually down my body, teasing at my pussy through my black lace panties, taunting the crowed. Neither the men nor the women could keep their eyes off of me. Even the other girls onstage below me had turned to watch, barely dancing themselves. I was beautiful. I was a goddess, and everyone wanted to watch me take it all off.
I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra first, enjoying the cheers and the gasps as my naked tits bounced out in front of everyone. I shook them, letting them ripple, as I swung around the brass pole set into the middle of platform. Running on pure instinct, I lifted my left leg straight up into the air and grabbed my ankle, grinding hard against the pole with a happy moan at the shock of pleasure that ran through my pussy. I was surprised at how flexible this body was!
Next I dropped onto all fours and crawled forward along the stage, still wagging my ass along with the thumping beat. Men at the edge of stage hooted and waved at me as I approached.
Rolling back onto my haunches, I grabbed both ankles and spread my legs wide, snapping them back together and then opening them again. Then, in a single motion I slid my panties down my legs and over my ankles and tossed them into the crowd. People went wild.
Now I was totally naked, except for the glitter, crawling around on the floor like a horny animal. I could see the men’s cocks straining against their pants as I flashed my pussy at them, and I could see the women shifting in their seats, some of them even touching themselves as I writhed beautifully on the floor.
I started to finger myself like I’d seen girls do at some of the dirtiest clubs I went to, and the cheering intensified, almost drowning out the music. I slipped fingers in and out of my pussy, arching my back and working myself relentlessly on the stage, and thumbed my clit for the extra little shocks of pleasure. I was losing myself in the moment again, forgetting anything but how amazing I felt. I lost myself to the euphoric feelings of stroking and fingering my sweet cunt, naked in front of a crowd…
But suddenly one of the men climbed up on stage with me! I scrambled back, startled. I felt so vulnerable lying on the ground naked as he towered over me, erection bulging at the front of his pants. He held a hand out to me. I calmed down. What was he going to do in front of the whole club like this?
I reached out and took it, and he smoothly pulled me to my feet. Then he picked me up by my waist and tossed me over his shoulder, giving my ass a few quick slaps while I was there.
“H-hey!” I cried, my cheeks burning. Everyone was cheering him on, and I saw Heather laughing at us from the bar.
The man hopped off the stage and started carrying me to the back of the club, where I saw that Door #4 had a green light now. Heather rose and headed toward us too.
“Wait a minute!” I shouted over the music. “What’s behind door #4? What are you going to do to me?”
I kicked my feet helplessly, breasts bouncing as I struggled against his burly muscles. He held my petite form easily and swatted my rear again as he kicked the door open.
“Calm down, hot stuff,” he said in a deep, sexy voice that matched his rugged good looks. “You’re about to find out.”
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Naughty Gamer Swap
Trevor thinks it’s hilarious how bad girls are at videogames, and he loves teasing his friend Kylie by beating her over and over at every game they play. But when Kylie gets annoyed with Trevor’s constant mocking, she decides to teach him a lesson by using an experimental new gaming technology on him that reprograms his genetics to turn him into a horny, young blonde girl overnight!
Trevor is horrified at some of the new side effects of his transformation, like his newfound desires for his sexy roommate, Mitch… and his sexy roommate Samantha. He starts to wonder if maybe girls are so bad at videogames because they’re distracted by other things, like how amazing it feels to try out a few of Samantha’s “very special” toys while she teaches him how his new body works…
But since Kylie won’t have a way to change him back for a few weeks at least, he’s got some other things to figure out too! He has no idea how to be a girl, no clothes to wear, and no idea what the guys at his game testing QA job are going to say about his new, cute, blonde body… He’d better think fast if he wants to keep his job and survive as a woman in a man’s world!
An excerpt from Caught in Panties:
“Holy fuck.” Mitch stared at me in surprise, just a few steps into my room, and watched me masturbate for a solid beat before having the decency to stammer an apology and try to back out of the room. But it was too late! I’d already seen the wood that had popped beneath his jeans, and my body wanted it.
“Wait!” I cried, my voice high and feminine. “Mitch, please… I need to get fucked so bad. Please come here and fuck me.”
It was the weirdest and truest thing I’d ever said. Mitch, to his credit, seemed seriously weirded out, and he didn’t ask how I knew his name—I think he suspected what had happened. But he was also pretty practical. When a hot, naked girl wants it so bad that she’s stroking herself and begging you to fuck her, you save the questions for later.
He stripped his clothes off as he approached the bed and I was shocked at how fit he was. How had I never noticed it before? I knew girls thought Mitch was hot, and even been jealous once in a while when he showed off his w
ashboard abs or nice, toned muscles, but I’d never appreciated it like I did now. My eyes skated over his naked body, his hard, bouncing cock, and the messages that they carried back to my brain made my nipples harden, made my slit even wetter, arched my back, and drew a little gasp of approval from between my lips, all involuntarily. I didn’t know what was going on—and I’d never been into men before—but god damn did I want to feel that amazing cock slide between my legs right this moment.
It was like our pheromones were in overdrive. There weren’t any questions, any instructions that passed between us: just the raw, unrestrained lust of a male taking a female in heat. He fell onto me, filling my nose with his spicy, clean scent and creaking the bed springs beneath us, and his warm, reassuring weight pressed my body into the mattress, pinning me down and making me feel intensely vulnerable. He began to kiss my neck, my breasts, and my shoulders, while I squirmed beneath him, trying to maneuver my hot cunt onto his hard, grinding cock.
Savagely Swapped (Book 1 of Gender Swapped by the Witch Queen)
The powerful warrior-king Azlato gets a taste of his own pleasure tents from an unusually feminine perspective when he crosses the wrong woman!
Azlato, the most powerful chieftan of the grassland people, is used to having his way with women. With each conquest of a neighboring tribe, he selects the most beautiful female captives to serve his men in their pleasure tents and delights in their subjugation.
When the gorgeous queen of a newly conquered tribe warns Azlato that she won't stand for her people to be used like this, he mocks and ignores her. To punish him, she gives him a taste of his own medicine by swapping bodies with him and sending Azlato to his pleasure tents in her body!
Now Azlato is seeing the world from a whole new perspective. Can he adjust to his new life as a nubile pleasure maiden and escape the witch's curse before the enchantment becomes permanent?
An excerpt from Savagely Swapped, Book 1 of Gender Swapped by the Witch Queen:
I had had enough of the witch’s parlor tricks. It was time for me to take her to my tent and break her to my will by the sheer force of my animal magnetism. But first, I would need to rob her of her confidence, lest she set an example for the other women.
“Jeriah—” I said. “Strip her. I wish to inspect my goods.”
Jeriah reached for her tightly bound chest, eager to rip the dress off the nubile woman, but then hesitated. “Azlato… what if she possesses sorcery we have not seen before? Perhaps we should rob her of her voice.” I considered his words. He made a good point. We had silence powder, common for subduing captured warlocks. I’d never had to use it on a witch before, as pitiful as their magic usually was. But then I entertained the idea of having my way with a completely silent woman, and my cock swelled a third time, nearly bursting out.
“I am unafraid of her magic,” I said, “But yes. Bring the silence powder. It could be quite fun to play with her using it. Just go and place it in my chamber. I’ll take her there and use it after everyone gets a good look at her.” I grinned at her, making sure that she understood what it was I meant. I loved humiliating the women like this, letting my men leer at them in their nakedness. It made their later decisions so much easier.
She stared at me sullenly. “So be it,” she said. “You have made a most foolish choice.”
I was hardly listening to her, imagining what it would feel like to run my tongue all over her ravishing body. I wondered again what her nipples looked like, beneath that tightly bound heaving bosom, and pictured my long, throbbing cock penetrating her tight, wet pussy.
She started muttering under her breath again as Jeriah left to fetch the powder, and my other men took his place to hold her tightly.
The smoke of the fire had started filling the tent with the rich scent of the incense our medicine men burned in it, and my eyes watered as the pungent aroma floated over to me. My head swam suddenly, a brief dizzy spell. I raised a hand to my head and took a step away from the beautiful witch, trying to steady myself. The woman’s chanting had grown louder and more rhythmic. She was trying to intimidate me, no doubt, but her silly tricks weren’t frightening to me. I shook my head, trying to clear away growing cobwebs. Had I had too much to drink?
Something was wrong. “Jeriah…” I called, but my vision was beginning to black out. Stars flashed before my eyes, suddenly, and I was dazed and disoriented. I shakily stared at the ground in front of me, willing everything to come back into focus. I felt weird, and it was like the whole room had shifted somehow in a way I couldn’t explain. My vision hadn’t yet returned all the way, and I wobbled unsteadily on my feet.
I tried to raise a hand to my head again, but my wrists snapped against a leather strap that seemed to be tied to my feet. I growled. That bitch of a witch! Had she magicked some bindings onto me somehow? I flexed my impressive muscles to snap easily through the bindings as I’d done a dozen times before when fools tried to capture me, but they hardly gave at all, no matter how hard I strained. Shocked, I pulled harder at them, but still in vain. What mystical material was this that it could withstand the might of the most powerful man of the plains people?
I heard scattered laughter around me, and someone hooted, “Look at her struggle, Azlato. She’s sure lost her nerve.”
“No doubt because she finally understands how serious things have gotten, now,” I heard someone else say. Someone with my voice. What was happening?
My vision started to clear, finally, and the first thing that swam into focus was an enormous pair of breasts directly in my downward-facing field of vision, tightly bound in strips of woven cloth. I was momentarily excited, until I realized the breasts were pointed the wrong direction — facing out from me. These were… these breasts appeared to be my breasts. I now looked around and realized a few other bizarre details. Like, for example, my elbows were firmly held in place by the rough hands of my own men, and my hands and feet were indeed hobbled by leather thongs. Plain leather.
As I studied my slender arms and legs with growing horror, it occurred to me that the reason my powerful physique couldn’t burst through the bindings because I didn’t have a powerful physique anymore. I snapped my gaze up and saw an image I normally only saw in the polished sheen of a mirror: My own face, grinning at me with an expression of excitement and smug satisfaction. But this was no mirror.
I watched as my old body pointed at me, trapped as I was, and he uttered, “I think it’s time for our little slave to learn her place.” He smiled a secret, horrifying smile at me which carried over the sure and certain knowledge that it was the witch currently piloting my body, just as I was piloting hers. Somehow the bitch of a witch had caused us to swap places!
“Let me go immediately!” I roared. “As your chief, I command it! The witch has swapped places with me and the sorcery must be undone!” The words spilled out of my lips in an unfamiliar tongue and high-pitched, feminine voice that I recognized as Katjaka’s. I cursed myself for underestimating her. Jeriah had been more right than he knew.
No one responded to my commands, at first. My men simply looked at me with expressions of mild amusement. Why would they listen to the feminine commands of a bound woman of our conquest spoils?
“She’s speaking gibberish again,” one them said, leering at me.
“No doubt poor Katjaka has simply exhausted her magical reserves and dropped her language enchantments,” the real Katjaka said from my body’s lips. I realized with a sinking horror that even though I could understand my old language, this body didn’t know how to speak it without magical assistance. A rising panic flared up in me, causing blood to rush to my face and breasts. Not only might I be stuck like this for a while, but I wouldn’t even be able to seek the help of my men. I struggled again at the bonds, to no avail. I was momentarily completely helpless to Katjaka’s whims. She smiled at me again like she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Now,” Katjaka said, crossing her newly powerful muscles across her chest and stretching my ma
nly legs. “What was I saying? Ah yes. I was busy lecturing you about your place… as a woman. You’re clearly too defiant still, so let me drive the point home again. I’m very insistent on making it.” She gestured at my men. “Release her. I can handle her.”
She walked up and seized the bonds holding my newly slender wrists in place, and I was distracted by the way my bound chest bobbled at the motion. I shrank back from her, wiggling my hips and still struggling at the bonds, but she held my wrists tightly and easily with a single, muscled arm.
“Let me repeat my words again,” she told me, a wicked glint in her eye. “You are a woman. It is unfortunate for you that the gods cast you in such a soft, delightful form, made for the pleasure of men, but you must learn your place in this world. You are mine, and you will spend the rest of your days serving me and these men around me as your rightful superiors.”
I gulped unhappily, my legendary courage failing me for the first time in my life. It wasn’t nearly as fun hearing those words spoken to me as it was to speak them to the thousands of women I’d ordered around at my pleasure.
“And I will take such delight in your instruction,” she murmured, leaning close and staring into my eyes.
Space Swapped (Gender Swapped Science Fiction Book 1)
Captain James T. Mitchell and his co-captain Lana King made one of the bravest sacrifices in human history when they volunteered to have their brains scanned and bodies frozen by the U.S. Human Preservation Service. In the event that mankind was ever in danger of extinction, they would be unfrozen to carry out their sacred mission: Restarting the human race!
