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A magic medallion gives shapeshifting powers to the person who activates it
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Chapter #7

The morning after

    by: cana Author IconMail Icon
Joe’s mind drifting in self satisfaction as he took Tommy. Utilizing the shapeshifting medallion to enhance his own features bulking up his body. His dick developing into a dong. Capable of ringing any girls bell. Using Tommy’s nubile body as his personal toy. Hands titillating her stiffening nipples to her moanful delight. Thinking of her as female warping her mind to think the same. Letting herself commit fully to their sexual adventure. Tammy’s skin aching at his caress. His manhood piercing her causing her to cry out in exultation. She felt complete with his meat sandwiched between her legs. All that remained to squeeze out his special sauce to finish her off. They both picked up their pace to achieve that goal. Beads of sweat dribbling onto Joe flung from her bouncing breasts. Grasping her soft buttocks feeling the pliant skin give way.

Leaning forward pressing all that she could into her lover. Lips mashing together, her tongue finding itself in a seamless dance with Joe’s. Rocking her hips in a rhythmic undulation. Rubbing, probing, flesh to flesh brought quaking orgasms to Tammy. Joe’s control wavering feeling Tammy’s muscles tighten around his manhood. Joyous release with a final squeeze. Spent they collapsed still conjoined.

Morning brought with it the realization that Tammy/Tommy lay next to him. His mental prowess exerting power over his bed companion. Her body slumping out of bed at his direction. Tommy’s persona reasserting itself thinking only that he got drunk unused to the size of his body and passed out in bed. With Tommy back in his room Joe lay relaxing in contemplation.

The world now was but a fine flower to him. Easily plucked for as his leisure. Anything could be his with but applied mental pressure. No mind could resist his cerebral call. Thinking on Tommy, switching his persona amused him. Perhaps he could alter his roommates to more pleasurable forms. How would he alter them? His mind toying with the idea.

Transforming one into a brunette nay red head vixen. Imagine being that he thought. Emerald eyes with lily white skin a speckling of freckles for contrast. A comely agreeable woman with soft curving features. Forgetting their past with a ready life provided for them through the mystical power of the medallion. Unaware of the changes in them or around themselves. Colleen O’Brien took shape at Joe’s unknowing behest. The medallion bending shifting his body to the image in his mind. Skin discolorations erupting on his skin. A sharp contrast to the color draining from the areas surrounding them. Joe’s mind grasped danger but couldn’t place it as a fog rolled in.

Details of Colleen walling over Joe’s persona. A college student majoring in nursing. The lashes of her eyes batting blinking awake. Ignorant of her continuing alteration she stood up unsteady her center of balance off with her changes. Bumps into mounds then hills until mountainous peaks finally swelling onto her chest. “Must of drank more then I thought.” She said to herself trying to maintain balance.

Slipping on a pair of panties on the floor that must be hers. Pressing down the bulge in her crotch. Flattening out as an exchange of sexes took place. Exterior male ones for an interior female set. Her walk becoming sultry with her rounding hips and curvaceous figure. The panties slid off on her entry into a bathroom she found. Turning on the spraying jets waiting for warmth to come to them. Hoping they might wake her from the fog in her mind. Water pounding away the hard edges of her face and flesh. Leaving only delicate features. Tresses of flame red pouring down her back. Clinging to her body in the dampness. Stepping free of the shower patting herself dry, no male remnants remaining.

The medallion in earnest creating her identity. A small purse pushing itself out of her leg. Then a bodysuit to hug her body with a set of cat ears to complete her costume. Blushing thinking of the walk of shame back to her place. Still early, maybe no one would see her. Her feet clacking with each step as heels grew out of them. Tucking the faux fur cat ears in her purse she bumped into Brad. She knew he played on the football team. “Sorry. Excuse me.” Her cheeks almost matching her hair seeing him in his underwear and chiseled muscles.

“No worries.” Brad said too groggy to appreciate the comely lass slipping past him. The medallion fell free with her scurrying away. Her exit captured by Mark who enjoyed taking photos of the morning after a party. Recording disheveled looks for posterity. He barely managed to get a click of his camera off of the wet haired red head. Might be a bit blurry but it would fit in with his collection.

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