Marissa finds the Medallion of Zulo in an antique armoire and demonstrates it on her husband, Chris. They have a little fun with it, until trouble hits.
Note: This is without a doubt one of my favorite TF scenes of all time. I thought it lost for years until someone helped figure out that it’s a “Medallion of Zulo” story from fictionmania.tv! I’m reposting my favorite section here with some minor edits for Tumblr. The full story contains gender-swapping, but this part focuses on mostly consensual age-regression.
The door whipped open from the inside, pulling the keys from Chris’s hands. He smiled to greet his wife, but was stopped cold by an unfamiliar face.
“Hello. You must be Mrs. Hartley’s husband.”
She was young, very young, too young, too damn young to be so pretty, with that pert cheerleader nose, and blonde hair that hung loose over her shoulders, around her face, and only seemed to find sexier and sexier ways of messing up itself. His next glance–done before he could help himself- -shot straight down her tank top. Oh god, creamy white breasts, small and perky, nipples as upturned as that sorority girl nose of hers. Who was she and how could he get rid of her before his dick jumped out of his pants and into her–
“Where’s, uh, my wife?”
The girl backed away. It didn’t help. Her tank top was short, and her smooth white belly peeked out and winked at him. He swore that little “inney” of hers was teasing him. Everything about this girl was a tease; she couldn’t help herself; her body seemed designed for it. Her bra was black he noticed; the straps were not very well concealed. The sprinkles of freckles that ran up and down her arms (like sensual constellations) made him lose track of his thoughts.
” . . . back in a few hours. She said I could hang out here until she got back. That’s okay . . . isn’t it?”
Another collaboration with the excellent Abby White.
This one’s from a while back, but haven’t gotten around to properly editing it. Also, super hard to find SFW tentai images for Tumblr.
Warning: Contains mind control, forced F2F transformation, tentai and oviposition.
it was a stupid idea. Aliens didn’t exist. Alice has told herself that for years, yet here she was with Genieve and Becca in a goddamn forest looking for little grey men. She shook her head well you two can keep looking at the stars imma go over here and call John she misses her boyfriend. She made her way to a small clearing and took out her phone, momentarily blinded by the sudden light and began to text away.
Alice was too fixated on her screen to notice the stars above her being blotted out silently, the night sky being replaced by an inky blackness. There was a barely audible hum of otherworldly machinery powering whatever massive machine that was now directly over her.
Her phone flickered and the signed died, she tugged and smacked her phone against her thigh come on you stupid thing it was then that the hairs on her body stood on end. Humans were animals though they claimed the questionable honour of being self aware, however, animal instincts screamed through Alice’s body as a fundamental sense of wrongness seeped into her “Hey guys! Guys where are you?” her voice seemed to have lost the echo it had mere moments ago
But it was already too late, her cries might as well have been a hundred miles away. Alice was not trapped, though she wouldn’t realize just how trapped until later.
Yong-hui scowled. She did not like this young man, Edgar Chu. His money was good and his patronage regular. But the jobs he asked her to do! None of the clothing was his, she didn’t think, and the diversity of sizes plus the number made her certain there were many women involved.
The elaborate, obscene costumes and unspeakable stains told her exactly what sorts of women they weren’t!
“Hello Mrs. Chung!” The young man said, cheerful as ever, seemingly oblivious to her disapproving scowl. “We’re you able to get the stain out of the maid’s uniform?”
It was hardly a uniform. It was a costume at best, underwear at worse. But she had gotten the unpleasant stain out. She nodded, never ceasing her disapproving glare.
“"Maids do get filthy, do they not?” He exclaimed, as if daring her to admit she knew what the stains were. “"But I can always count on you, Mrs. Chung! You’re the best! The best!”
She’d gladly be the second best if it meant Edgar Chu would take his business elsewhere.
“"As a matter of fact, you’re so good at the tough cleaning jobs, I wanted to ask you if you would consider doing some house cleaning for me?”
“"No. I clean clothes. Not house. Just clothes,” she insisted.
“"Oh, come on, Mrs. Chung!” he said. “Don’t refuse before you even know what I’m offering! You wouldn’t say know to this, would you?”
He held up a big, golden coin and flipped it toward her. It spun, glinting in the air and she caught it on instinct.
It kept spinning.
Wait, that couldn’t be right. Could it? She had caught it. But it was still spinning. Was she spinning? Was reality itself spinning?
Yong-hui felt dizzy. Everything went dark.
***
“You’re the best, Yong-hui! The best! Everything is so clean!”
Yong-hui shook herself. Where had her mind been? She felt like she’d just woken up! But looking about, blinking, she’d clearly been very busy! And lucky for her! Mr. Chu was home early!
“Thank you, Mr. Chu, Sir!” She told her employer as she wiped away a missed grease spot from above the stove. She had to admit, she had done a fabulous job cleaning Mr. Chu’s house.
“I have the best housekeeper in the world!” He praised, reaching out to cup her bare ass with affectionate possessiveness.
Yong-hui giggled and wiggled her coquettish behind. Had she not been glad of her employer’s touch, she would never have agreed to the ‘uniform’. Indeed, the day he had asked her to wear it was one of her happiest. It meant all her flirtation with her wealthy and powerful employer was paying off!
“I like do good work for you, Mr. Chu, Sir!” She said.
Her English had improved significantly over the past few months, but she found Mr. Chu seemed to like it when she made little mistakes.
“You do very, very good work, Yong-hui!! He said, kneeding her ass.
“I show you house, Mr. Chu?” She asked, and when he agreed, she showed him about the house, letting him expect her work as she bent over and gestured to maximize Mr. Chu’s view of her tits and ass and legs.
She didn’t even remember cleaning the house, but thank goodness she had done a great job! Mr. Chu was very, very happy with her. She could tell by how he now had to shuffle when he walked.
"Yong-hui made bed!” She announced as they reached the last room of the inspection tour. “"But Yong-hui can make bed again later…”
Mr. Chu took the hint. He grabbed hold of her and kissed her passionately, then through her on the bed and proceeded to thoroughly undo her work as she cried out in passion.
Her uniform was still half-on three rounds later. She had offered to take it off, but Mr. Chu liked it. Now it was soaked in sweat and smeared here and their with other things as Yong-hui adoringly stroked his cock, bringing it to attention again.
“You really are the best housekeeper I’ve ever had, Yong-hui” Mr. Chu observed, languidly admiring her tits.
"Thank you, Mr. Chu, Sir!! She said. “"Yong-hui love to polish!”
And upon saying this, Mr. Chu’s cock went off, spurting hot gobs of man goo that spattered all over her. She squealed happily. It truly was amazing just how much fluid could come out of her employer. She was dripping!
"Good girl, Yong-hui,” he praised as she grinned through the goo. “"You earned a tip.”
He reached into his bedside table drawer and pulled out a big gold coin and flipped it towards her.
It spun. She caught it. It continued to spin.
Things went dark.
"Oh, hey, Uncle Edgar!” Yong-hui said as if she hadn’t expected to see her rich uncle but was delighted to run into him. In front of his house.
"Well hello, Yong-hui!” He said, looking her up and down. “How is your first year of college going?”
“Oh, it’s like, really good and all. I’m learning lots,” she lied. “"But money’s, like, really tight. I’ve got to buy used books and at the end of the week I hardly ever have enough left to go out with friends. I feel like I’m missing the ‘college experience’ you know?”
“"Oh, well, we can’t have that,” her uncle said. “"Why don’t you come in and we’ll see what we can do.”
Yes! Yong-hui knew the outfit would do the trick! The horny bastard!
"I was just about to make myself a cocktail,” he said, jest urging to his bar. “You don’t drink, do you?”
“"Are you asking as much mother’s brother or as someone who’s offering,” she asked, coyly crossing her hands behind her back and waggling her tits from side to side.
Uncle Edgar chuckled and said “"what’s your poison?”
“G&T with a lime, if you’ve got one,” she said.
“Always,” he said. “"I like a lady who knows what she wants.”
“You like thinking you can get your 19-year old niece drunk, you,old goat,” she thought to,herself. “But I can hold my liquor. Can you?”
As she thought it might be, the drink he handed her was more gin than tonic, but she knew how to pace herself. As Uncle Edgar made himself something brown, he waxed reminiscent on his own college days and how he had wished he spent more time socializing.
She had him just where she wanted him.
“Here, let me freshen that up for you,” he said, pouring from the gin bottle straight into her glass, which somehow was three quarters empty. When had that happened? Had she spilled?
“Thank you, Uncle Edgar,” she said, resolving to pay more attention.
“So, I,do have a housekeeper, but I suppose I could pay you to,do a few odd jobs around the house,” he was saying. “Things do tend to get dirty quickly around here for some reason.”
This was not how this was supposed to go! She placed a hand delicately, flirtatiously on her uncle’s arm.
“Unksle Edgar,” she pouted. “You don’ wan me a clean yer bafroom jus’ fer a lil’ beer money, do you?”
"You seem to have graduated past beer, Yong-hui,” he observed. "You want another?”
Her glass was empty. When had that happened? How many times had it happened? No matter.
"Ya, sure,” she said, taking the drink he had already made at some point and drinking gratfully. “"My point is that my point is tha’ i don’ needs a job. Jus’ a lil’ spenning only while I get my ejucashun. I mean, I could get a job if I neezed one. An’ makes loss more an’ cleaning houses!”
“What sort of job could you do?” He asked, kindly refilling her glass.
“There’s a girl in my dorm tha’ wors part time a’ genlmens club,” she said. “She mays sooo much money!”
“As a stripper?” He asked as she sucked down her drink quick to avoid spilling again.
“Yep! She ges huuuuge tits! <hip> I mean tips,” she said. “"She doesn’ have huge tips. I mean tits. I could make bigger tits cuz I have bigger tits.”
“You wouldn’t really take a job like that, would you Yong-hui?” Her uncle asked.
“As, Unkie Edgar!” She said, running a finger down his chest. “Can’ you ‘ yer swee’ lil’ niece givin’ a lap dance a’ some sweaty, horny stranger a’ some seedy bar?”
“No, I don’t think so,” he shook his head. "I don’t think you ever would. I think you’re just trying to shock me so I’ll give you money.”
“I can to’ly do it!” She said. “To’ly! I’ll show you! I’ll show you right now!”
Uncle Edgar shrugged skeptically but turned on his sound system and sat down in a chair in challenge.
This was Yong-hui’s chance! Swaying her hips clumsily but seductively to Aerosmith’s Ragdoll, she advanced on her uncle, intent on showing him what a great stripper she could be, if she wanted to.
Leaning forward to give him a long peak down her blouse as she ran a hand along his thigh blew away his skeptical smirk. She was fucking awesome at this! Uncle Edgar was getting such a hard on!
And damn but he was hung! She never would have suspected!
She tossed his hair and then straddled him and pressed down. Uncle was really, really hung!
She ground and ground agains his cock in Ime to the music, some times leaning back to shake her tits, sometimes leaning forward to press them against her uncle’s face. His eyes were wid and his stare agape when she leaned back again.
“Are you gonna gib me a pressen’ Uncle Edgar?” She asked. “"Are you gonna gib yer slutty lil’ niece a tip? Jus’ the tip?”
Edgar’s eyes rolled back and he came, drooling a bit and gurgling as he did so. Yong-hui giggled in drunken triumph.
“Damn it, Yong-hui!” He said once he came down from orgasm. “You weren’t supposed to make me come!”
Yong-hui was confused. She wasn’t?
"But…you liked it!” She objected.
"Well, yeah, but these pants are expensive,” he said, pushing her unceremoniously of her perch to sprawl in a confused, drunken heap on the floor as he inspected the dark patch on his tailored trousers.
“Damn it,” he said, looking at the spot and ignoring the clear view up her short skirt.
“"I can fish it!” Yong-hui insisted, determined to get back in her rich uncle’s good graces. "I can clean it!”
“"I thought you didn’t want to clean,” he disparaged as she pawed at his pants, trying to remember how they came off. “But I guess you can try.” He undid his pants, which helped her get them off significantly, and she stared at the spot his semen had made, trying to think how to get it out. She did the first thing that came to mind.
She licked it.
She liked it.
She licked it more.
She started to suck at the cloth. She started to moan. She was eating her uncle’s cum and she liked it!
Her left hand found her pussy and she started to stroke, making her own wet spot worse as she tried to make her uncle’s better.
"So I guess you’re not to arrogant to do a little cleaning after all, hey Yong-hui?” Her uncle praised.
"Mmmm!” She agreed.
“Here, try soaking it with a little gin,” he said, pouring the liquor on his pants. “Gin and slut-spit are best for getting out semen stains.”
She groaned her gratitude and continued to suck and stroke, for how long, she wasn’t sure.
All she knew was she was even drinker when her uncle gently tugged his pants away from her and then less gently tugged at hiserect cock until he was cuming all over her.
She squealed in delight and tried to catch gobbets of her new favorite treat, though most landed on her face, hair, tits and clothes.
As she lay in a gooey, dripping mess on the floor, her uncle sighed in satisfaction and gave his cock a final shake.
“Well, Yong-hui, I guess you earned a tip,” he said, and retrieved a gold coin from a compartment in the bar.
He flipped it toward her. It spun. She caught it.
It kept spinning…
Yong-hui smiled at the John. What was his name? Edgar. He didn’t look like an Edgar. Of course, he didn’t look like the sort of guy who could afford to pay for all the ‘ extras’ her pimp assured her he had paid for.
“So, my ‘agent’ tells me you have a bunch of different outfits for me tonight,” she said. “And that we’ll be getting them pretty messy.”
“That’s right,” he said. “"He said you were into it.”
“Oh yeah! You pay for water sports, I’m into water sports! But I gotta warn you, if we do it in here, the couch will never be the same.”
"Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said. “I have a very talented dry cleaner.”
(Originally posted as a $2/story exclusive to my Patreon, September 22, 2016)
Mindy groaned, trying to fight it, but it just felt too good. With every
thrust of the geek’s cock, her mind exploded in pleasure, new thoughts
and feelings swirling through it, burning themselves into her brain,
permanently.
She’d just been minding her own business, sunbathing on the quad, when she felt cloth hit her back. It felt… tingly, she remembered, and by the time she’d turned over and taken it in her hands she knew she wanted it touching as much of her skin as possible. It turned out to be a t-shirt, which she eagerly pulled on over her bikini top without reading what it said.
It had felt so good, she’d barely looked at the guy who led her away. She vaguely recognized him, though–some science nerd or something. Chemistry, maybe?
He thrust his full length deep into her, and then pulled back out almost all the way. She could feel her thoughts shifting, changing. She couldn’t remember why she’d liked being a cheerleader so much, or what was so great about going clubbing. Big, musclebound hunks weren’t as interesting as someone smart, academically accomplished, and possessed of an encyclopedic knowledge of Battlestar Galactica. He thrust into her again, and her vocabulary changed, fashion terms and workout routines wiped away to make room for everything she needed to understand a journal article about organic chemistry.
“God…” moaned Melinda. “It’s like you’re fucking my brains in!” But it was more than that. He wasn’t just changing her intelligence, but her interests, her preferences, even her hair color was shifting from platinum blonde to red.
The last of her original bimbo self rallied, trying to focus on the pleasure of sex, enjoy one last time.
Then she came, and came, and came, and Mindy was gone forever.
Melinda smiled up at her lover, her maker, her master, her precious genius. “How about you explain to me how you figured out what compounds to dope the shirt with, and then I suck you off while you play WoW?”
So, to recap, these three are alone in the house, unknowingly in the middle of a True Augmented Reality testing environment.
Yup. Ashley, Josh’s crush, is suddenly his doting girlfriend. Did her original boyfriend get wiped from existence or…?
Nope, Grant is alive and well. From what we’ve gathered, just forgot why he was in town and flew back last night.
Ok, phew. I wasn’t sure about how the program would handle outside parties.
Anyway, Josh is now alone with Ashley and her redheaded friend, Megan, who both seem very keen on something happening between the three of them.
So far, the logs are just showing some attitude minor adjustment. Nothing that couldn’t be explained away by some college kids drinking a bit too much.
Then, out of left field, the “Domestic Kink” protocol gets loaded in.
**CLICK**
Josh was sure they had just been in the kitchen, but thinks just… jumped and now he was sitting next to Megan on the couch.
“Sooooo…” Megan was twirrling her hair with a finger, biting her lip slightly. “You know Ashley and I aren’t really looking forward to studying. In fact, I’ve been going crazy with the whole school thing.”
“Seriously?” This was news to him. Megan was a bit of an ice queen socially, but she’d had the reputation of an overachiever in their Econ class. This is like some twilight zone shit…. And where’s Ashley?
“Totes serious, Joshy.” Megan continued, sounding less like herself by the second. “Like, I knew I was just going to college to snag some cutie, and maybe party, but I’m soooo over it already.”
“So no grad school?” Josh was looking around for Ashley, if only to have a witness to this madness.
“LAWL. Josh, you know I’m only interested in getting my MRS.’” Megan giggled, and took another drink from her vodka martini.
Wait, wasn’t that a vodka lemonade in a solo cup? Josh shook his head, things were getting difficult to follow. He felt drunk, even though didn’t remember taking a sip of anything tonight.
Megan continued on, oblivious to Josh’s divided attention. “Like, I totally had an eye on this cutie in my Econ class, buuuuut he was taken by some hottie!”
She finished off her Martini with a slight whine escaping her lips.
“Heey, don’t worry about me Joshy.” Megan said, mistaking his confusion for awkward pity. “I totally get why you’re with Ashley. She’s like the hottest babe in the quad!”
Megan leaned in close, and Josh suddenly was aware of just how fucking hot Megan looked tonight. He was still craning his neck behind the couch, looking for his friend, but it was increasingly difficult to ignore the new Megan.
**CLICK**
Josh wasn’t sure if it was the strong smell of her perfume mixed the vodka on her breath, but the world swam for a second.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Megan was whispering so close to his ear, her nose brushed against his cheek.
“I’m jealous but also, like, a total lezzie for Ashley. Between you and her, I’m not sure who I’d rather fuck.” She slipped in a tipsy giggle. “But it’s not like I haven’t spent waaay too much time thinking about it.”
Josh stammered, and Megan pulled herself back, blushing under her makeup.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I totally don’t want you to think I’m some kind of creep! I’ve just Facebook stalked you two a bit…. And maybe gotten off a couple of times.”
Josh’s mouth was open, but before he could find the words, he saw Ashley out of the corner of his eye, coming down the stairs.
“Sorry! I’m going to shut up! We’re all PG-13 in here Ash!” Megan said, raising her hands in mock innocence.
Josh got up and walked over to meet Ashley, only to stop halfway to the stairs. Ashley had changed as well, and he needed a moment to take her in.
Instead of her normal jeans and casual top, Ashley was in a tight fitting but professional dress, heels and all. Her makeup, which she’d rarely spent much time on, was heavier than normal but flawless.
“Hey Ashley, ummm, are you going out?”
It looks like she should be going to the country club, to join the gaggle of Stepford hotties I saw earlier.
“What? You’re so silly, babe! You know I just like to dress up for you whenever I can!” Ashley’s voice was higher, more feminine. “Do you really think I look hot tonight?” She smiled with the slightest bit of pride in her face.
“Ashley, you look… amazing.” Josh squeaked out.
“More like hot as fuck!” Megan interjected from behind.
“Megan!” Ashley said with wide eyes.
“Sorry! I’m drunk. Couldn’t help it.” Megan looked genuinely nervous as Ashely sat next to her.
“Uhhhh, yeah.” Josh tried to collect his thoughts. “Megan was just telling me about how she was looking forward to… finding a guy and dropping out?” The words sounded wrong, but seemed to fit with her new ditzy Valley Girl voice and outgoing personality.
As much as he hated to admit it, the whole regressive airhead thing was turning him on…
**CLICK**
“Hey, that’s totally the plan.” Ashley gave a light shoulder bump to her friend. “I mean, who needs a degree if we can just snag some strong man to take care of you.
“We’ll miss out on all the awesome greek parties, but it’s totally not worth all the pretending to care about grades and stuff. Ugh!”
The before tonight, Ashley had been a staunch feminist and driven student. Josh had seen her honk and flick off line of sorority pledge line, yelling ‘Sheep!’ out the window.
“Josh, I know we said I’d get at least a year in, but I’m counting the days where I can just be your sexy housewife.” Ashley giggled “Don’t deny you’ve been ‘forgetting’ a condom these last few months. I know you can’t wait to knock me up and get a hot trophy wife.”
“Ugh! Jealous!!” Megan threw her head back and sighed. “You know I can’t stand that ‘equal gender’ bullshit they tried to teach in Sociology. I just want a rich hunk with a big cock who’ll keep fucking me full of babies. At least ‘till I can retire as a MILF.”
“Hey, just need to find the right guy!” Ashley blew Josh a kiss. “Let’s get started before the pizza guy gets here!”
“Wait… studying… but…?” Josh was struggling with his own horniess and shame to manage a complete thought. It was like some crazy, shameful, misogynistic fantasy had been pulled from a hazy wet dream. He was painfully hard, but still paranoid that the girls were playing a bizarre joke on him.
Like the situation was a fragile reality that could break any moment.
“Study, LAWL! Funny Joshy.” Megan scooted forward on the couch. “Come on, let’s play truth or dare! Like, we’re if still in college, let’s take advantage of it!”
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