The Unethical Fairy Godmother 5

Sarah and Mike had been dating since middle school and had been together for a long time. Both were 19 now, ready to leave high school and after the summer, go to college. It was a warm evening and the sun had just gone down on the urban home of Sarah's family, where they were staying tonight. 

Mike was busy finishing the administration for the final stages of his college application, all his important papers on the kitchen table, when Sarah suddenly came from behind him and shouted: "Booh!!" Mike jumped in surprise, knocking over his water glass all over his papers. He turned to see Sarah standing there, her hair slightly mussed from where she'd been lying down, wearing just a thin tank top and shorts. Mike stared at Sarah, his surprise quickly giving way to frustration as he saw the water-soaked papers. "Sarah! What the hell? I was almost done with these applications," he said, his voice rising in annoyance.

Sarah gave him back a snarky look, blowing her blonde hair from her face. Her cute face contorting into a look of annoyance: "What's the big deal? I was just having some fun." Sarah stormed off, back upstairs, leaving Mike alone with his ruined papers. Feeling defeated, he sighed and started cleaning up the mess, trying to salvage what he could. As he was spreading out the wet documents to dry, a faint golden glow caught his attention. He looked around, unsure where it was coming from, when suddenly a small, beautiful fairy appeared before him.

"Hello there, Mike," the fairy said with a smile, hovering in the air. "My name is Arabelle, and I'm here to grant your wishes!"

Mike looked at her in disbelief. "I'm... I'm not sure what to say," Mike stammered, still in shock at the sudden appearance of a fairy. He wiped his wet hands on his pants, trying to process this impossible situation. "You're... you're really a fairy? And you can grant wishes?"

Arabelle sighed, it was the same explanation time and time again... 

"A child without a mother gets assigned a fairy godmother. Sometimes, there's just a bit of delay, because of all the paperwork and the limited amount of fairy godmothers. But nevermind that, here I am!" Arabelle's wings fluttered as she hovered in the air, her scantily clad body catching Mike's wandering gaze. "Now, what's your heart's desire? Riches? Power? Or perhaps..."

Arabelle winked suggestively, noticing Mike's admiring stare. "Something a bit more personal?"

Mike took a moment to gather his thoughts, his mind racing. Sarah's behavior had been driving him crazy lately, always so immature, so dramatic. If only she could be more...  

"I know exactly what I want," Mike said with newfound conviction. "I wish Sarah to be more mature." Arabelle's wings fluttered excitedly as she processed Mike's wish. "More mature, you say? Well, I can certainly do that!" She twirled in the air, her tiny body spinning in a miniature cyclone of magic.

With a flick of her wand, a golden glow enveloped the room. Upstairs Sarah watched in awe and horror as her form all of a sudden began to change. Her petite figure stretched and filled out, her skin smoothing and toning. Her cute, youthful face matured into one of striking beauty, with high cheekbones and full, sensual lips. Sarah stumbled backwards, shocked, as her clothes became too tight, straining against her newly expanded curves. Her hair changing to become graying and then a dyed blonde. The transformation complete, Sarah stared at her reflection in disbelief, hardly recognizing the mature woman staring back at her.

Downstairs, Mike heard footsteps approaching. Sarah entered the kitchen, now a poised woman in her mid-40s, wearing a mature outfit that had materialized along with her transformation. Her now medium, dyed blonde hair fell on her shoulders, framing her sophisticated features. Mike watched in shock at his transformed girlfriend, not having intended to transform her into a milf-version of herself. Sarah tried to speak, but her mind was struggling as well, trying to get a grip on what happened: "Dear, is the matter?"

Mike stared, stunned by the mature sound of Sarah's new voice. "You... you're... different." Sarah examined her hands, flexing her fingers as if discovering them for the first time. A flash of confusion crossed her face.

Arabelle fluttered down, hovering between Mike and Sarah. "Ta-da! All grown up, just as you wished!" Mike started shouting at Arabelle: "What the hell? That is not what I wanted? I wish my girlfriend to be my age! Not some old milf..." Mike's voice trailed off as he realized the gravity of the situation. Arabelle's face flickered between surprise and amusement at his outburst, her tiny wings fluttering rapidly. "Oh dear, it seems there's been a bit of a mix-up," she said in a sing-song voice, twirling her wand idly. "But don't worry, your additional wish might fix the situation!"

Arabelle starts looking around, trying to find a way to grant his wish. At that exact moment, Catelyn, Sarah's mother walked in. Her warm brown hair framing her perfect, mature face and her form accentuated by her beautiful dress. Her eyes looked at you mischievously as she asked: "What is all this shouting? A lover's quarrel between my two favorite people in the world?"

Before Catelyn could react to seeing her transformed daughter, Arabelle fired up her magic and Catelyn started transforming into a beautiful, 19-year-old version of herself. Creating the perfect girlfriend of Mike's age. Catelyn's body convulsed as the magic worked its way through her form, her mature curves shrinking and reorganizing into a lithe, youthful physique. Her elegant clothes ripped and tore, unable to contain her changing body as they magically changed into a beautiful, modern black dress. As the transformation progressed, Mike watched in awe as Catelyn's sophisticated features softened into those of a beautiful young woman. Her once-graying hair now a vibrant brown, falling freely down on her shoulders. The mature demeanor that had exuded from her mere moments ago is replaced by a look of youthful curiosity and excitement. Sarah, still trying to process her own transformation, steps back in shock at seeing her mother's new appearance. "Mom? Is that... is that really you?"

The newly transformed Catelyn looks around, taking in the scene before her. Confusion all over her youthful face. "Mike... What the hell happened to me?" Mike stood frozen, his jaw dropping as he took in the surreal scene before him. The kitchen, once a place of mundane chores and conversations, now felt like the set of a bizarre play. "I... I don't know how to explain this," Mike stammered, his gaze flicking between the two women. "It was supposed to be different. I just wanted Sarah to be more mature." 

In panic he looked at Arabelle, saying: "Arabelle... Please, I wish you to fix this for them! This is all so confusing..." Arabelle's face contorts in surprise at Mike's plea, her tiny wings fluttering rapidly. "Fix it? But darling, I've already granted your wishes!" She twirls in the air, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Though I suppose I could try to make things more... conventional." 

With a flick of her wand, a burst of golden light fills the kitchen. Mike got fully blinded as he heard the magic go to work. When the light subsided, the entire house had changed, still recognizable but with different decorations, different colors. As if someone else has always lived here. He got taken out of his stupor by a soft touch from behind and a whisper in his left ear: "You okay honey, you look a bit tired? Do you want me to relax you a bit?" 

Mike relaxes as he believes everything to be normal again, but as he turned around his jaw dropped as he saw the beautiful naked body of transformed Catelyn, not Sarah, touching him like that.

Catelyn wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling against his back. "You look so stressed, babe. Let me help you relax," she whispered, her youthful voice carrying a sultry confidence that didn't quite match her years.

Mike's mind reeled, trying to process the impossible situation. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the subtle changes, the changed family pictures, the slightly altered furniture placement. It was like stepping into a parallel universe where everything was almost the same, but crucially different. 

"Catelyn, I... how long have we been together?" Catelyn frowned at him in confusion. "Honey, we've been together since middle school. We've been practically inseparable for years." She spun around to face him, her 19-year-old self radiant with youth and beauty, yet carrying herself with the poise of a more experienced woman. "Why do you ask, silly? Is something wrong?" 

Mike shook his head, trying to clear the fog of confusion. "No, nothing's wrong. I guess I'm just tired." He forced a smile, not wanting to upset Catelyn. His eyes wandered to the family photos on the wall, showing a timeline that didn't quite match his memories. There were pictures of him and Catelyn as young teenagers, their relationship seemingly well-established from the start.

Catelyn's face got a mischievous glance as she slowly fell to her knees and seductively whispered: "Maybe I can clear your confusion. I have a good remedy. It does require you to remove your pants, hot stuff." Mike hesitated for a moment, his mind still reeling from the bizarre situation, but the allure of his transformed girlfriend's mother proved too tempting. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. Catelyn wrapped her hands around Mike's thighs. Her young, full lips parted as she leaned forward, her breath warm against his skin. With a sultry smile, she took him into her mouth, her effortlessly experienced yet eager movements a striking combination of youthful enthusiasm and adult skill.

Mike let out a soft groan, his hands instinctively moving to tangle in Catelyn's long brown hair. The kitchen, which moments ago had been the scene of chaos and confusion, now felt intimate and charged with tension. Catelyn's mouth moved with practiced skill, her young body arching with eagerness as she took Mike deeper. His head fell back, his eyes closing as he let out a shaky breath, his free hand bracing himself against the kitchen counter. Catelyn hummed softly, the vibrations sending shivers through Mike's body as she bobbed her head, her brown hair swaying with the motion.

Both of them jumped up scared as they heard the door behind them open and see Sarah enter, looking amused at her daughter fooling around with her boyfriend. "My, my... Cate... You have a room you know... Not that I mind watching you two play around, but it would be more socially accepted to use the privacy of your bedroom for that."

Catelyn slowly pulled away from Mike with a wet pop. She stood up and turned to face her mother with a coy smile. "Oh mom, we were just having a little fun. No need to be such a prude," she said, her words dripping with the sultry purr.

Sarah, looking every bit the mature MILF she had been transformed into, sauntered further into the kitchen. Her heels clicked against the tile as she approached, her hips swaying hypnotically. "A prude? Me?" She laughed, a rich, mature sound that seemed to fill the room. "I think you'll find I'm quite the opposite, darling. Go to your room, you two. I'm expecting my date any minute!" Mike's mind reeled at Sarah's casual mention of a date. His "new" girlfriend, who had moments ago been giving him oral pleasure in the kitchen, now grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the stairs. "Come on, babe. Let's go have some real fun." As they left the kitchen, Mike heard Sarah call out behind them. "Don't forget to use protection! I'd hate to become a grandmother before I turn 50!"

Catelyn led Mike upstairs, her young body moving with the confident stride of a much older woman. She pulled him into what he assumed was her bedroom, decorated with a mix of teenager's posters and beautiful pencil drawings off all kinds of people and animals. As Catelyn shut the door behind them, she pressed Mike against the wall, her petite body molding against his. Her hands roamed his chest as she nuzzled his neck, her breath hot and sweet. "I've always wanted to be a little wild with you, Mike," she whispered, her voice sending shivers through him. Her hands moved to his shirt, deftly unbuttoning it and pulling it off his shoulders. She guided his hands to her hips, encouraging him to explore her body.

As Mike's hands traced the curves of Catelyn's young form, he felt a strange disconnect between her appearance and demeanor. Her body was that of someone his age, soft and lithe, but her movements were confident and sensual. She guided his touch with an air of experience that seemed at odds with her newly youthful appearance.

Catelyn's lips met Mike's in a passionate kiss. Her hands, so recently his girlfriend Sarah's mother's, now explored his body with both eagerness and finesse.  As Mike's fingers trailed along Catelyn's bare back, he couldn't shake the feeling of wrongness. Catelyn broke the kiss, her breathing heavy as she pulled back to look at him. Her young face held a mature intensity, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "I want you, Mike. I want all of you." Her hands moved lower.

 Mike couldn't shake a weird feeling of jealousy. Still thinking of Sarah as the girl he had been together with for all those years. However, distracting him from those thoughs, was Catelyn mounting his rock hard cock. Making him forget all about his worries for just a short while. As Catelyn rode Mike with wild abandon, Mike let go of his guilt and worries and started feeling her up, losing himself in the moment.

Catelyn's movements became more urgent, her youthful body bouncing above Mike with a frenzied energy that seemed at odds with her inexperienced appearance. She threw her head back, her long blonde hair cascading down her bare shoulders, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure. Mike's hands roamed her curves, his grip tightening on her hips as she rode him harder. The room filled with the sounds of their passion - the slap of skin on skin, their ragged breaths, and the creak of the bed beneath them.

As Catelyn neared her climax, her movements became more erratic. She leaned forward, her young face contorted in pleasure as she whispered against Mike's ear. "I'm close, baby. Don't stop." Mike thrust upwards, matching her frenzied pace as he felt himself approaching the edge. Catelyn's body tensed, her muscles quivering as she reached her peak. With a cry of ecstasy, she collapsed onto Mike's chest, her breath coming in short gasps, wanting a pause for just a minute. At that moment, betraying his own lack of experience, Mike started cumming oncontrollably. His cock spasming, still inside her tight pussy, unloading fully in an anticlimactic end. "I am so sorry, Catelyn... I... I didn't mean to..." Catelyn, still panting heavily, lifted her head to look at Mike with a mix of amusement and understanding in her young eyes. "It's okay, silly. I didn't expect you to last long with how excited you were."

She slowly slid off of Mike's cock, wincing slightly as she felt his cum dripping out of her. Catelyn reached for the tissues on her nightstand, cleaning herself up while Mike lay back, feeling both satisfied and embarrassed. As Catelyn finished cleaning up, she turned back to Mike with a soft smile. "Hey, don't look so guilty. It was still fun." She leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before pulling back. "And who knows? We've got all night to practice." Despite her words, Mike couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. He reached for his clothes, slowly getting dressed as Catelyn watched with curious eyes.

Catelyn, quickly putting on her clothes again says: "Let's sneak out the back door. Mom will probably appreciate it, since she has her date over. We can just get out of their hair and go to Olive Garden or something!" Mike nodded, still feeling a mix of emotions as he zipped up his pants. "Let me just go to the toilet to clean up real quick and I'll be there! You can already go outside if you want.", she said as she gave Mike a cute peck on his lips.

 Mike, left alone in the bedroom, suddenly heard sounds from the living room downstairs. Curious, jealous... confused... He sneakily went down the stairs, trying to get a look at Sarah and her date. Mike crept down the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. He paused at the bottom, peeking around the corner into the living room. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat. There, on the couch, was Sarah, the woman he had once known as his girlfriend, now a mature MILF. Draped across the lap of a man about her age, bouncing up and down like a practiced porn star. Quietly but naughtily encouriging him with dirty talk he'd never have imagened coming from her mouth.

The scene before Mike was both erotic and deeply unsettling. Sarah, now a mature woman, moved with practiced ease as she rode her date. Her blonde hair fell in loose waves around her face, her mouth parted in a look of pure pleasure. She leaned forward, her ample bosom heaving as she whispered something in the man's ear, her hand casually groping his chest. The man, equally caught up in the moment, had his hands firmly planted on Sarah's hips, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her. The couch creaked beneath them, the only sound in the room besides their labored breathing and the wet slapping of skin on skin. Despite his earlier climax, Mike felt his pants tighten. He unconsciously stepped forward, drawn by the raw sensuality of the scene. Sarah, lost in her pleasure, was oblivious to his presence. Her movements became more frenzied, her mature body undulating with practiced skill as she neared her climax. The man groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he matched her pace. Mike felt a pang of jealousy mixed with arousal, his mind struggling to reconcile the Sarah he knew with this new, mature version of her. As he stood there, frozen in a mix of desire and discomfort, Sarah's date reached up and grasped her breasts, kneading them expertly. Sarah arched her back, a cry of ecstasy escaping her mouth as she reached her peak.

Sarah's body trembled with intense pleasure, her mature form convulsing as she rode out her climax. The man beneath her continued his relentless pace while throwing her on her back, driving deeper into her with each thrust. Sarah's head fell back, her blonde hair cascading down her bare shoulders as she moaned loudly, uncaring of who might hear, pulling up her legs to maximize her pleasure. 

Mike, transfixed by the scene, felt his own arousal grow despite his earlier release. He watched as Sarah's breasts bounced with the force of her movements, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the living room. Her date, sensing her approaching second orgasm, increased his tempo, his hands gripping her hips tightly. At that moment Mike heard a whisper in his ear again, "Honey, don't be a creep... That's my mom your staring at with your growing hard on..." Mike startled back, his face flushing with embarrassment as he realized Catelyn had snuck up behind him. He quickly readjusted his pants, trying to hide his arousal. "I wasn't... I was just," he stammered, unable to come up with a plausible excuse. Catelyn's young face showed amusement mixed with concern as she gazed at him. "It's okay, babe. I get it. Mom's pretty hot for her age."

She reached for Mike's hand, tugging him gently towards the back door. "Come on, let's get out of here before things get any weirder."

And with that the young couple left the house, this weird day the start of their new lives. 

Arabelle smiled as she watched them from her hiding place. "All in a day's work!"

 

A promise made... #1

Your heart pounds in your chest, as your mind races with all the possibilities. The promise you once made to Will, so lightly spoken without thinking of the consuequences, now threatens to alter the fabric of your friendship. 

Will's expression shifts, his grin now carrying a touch of intensity that makes you feel uneasy.
"Change our friendship?" Will muses, his voice barely concealing a playful undertone. "I think our friendship just got a whole lot more interesting."

You were sixteen when your dad had "the conversation" with you, revealing that the male members of your family have had a genetic mutation in their dna for centuries. The shifter-gene allows you to transform your own body at will and with that, adapt to the essence of that person, however you never really got that final part. It sounded abstract when your father explained it, and it still does years later... But one thing you got from that conversation, was a fear of using those powers. Your dad was really adament in warning you about them, more than advertising their usage. It made an impression at that age.

As anyone would have, you confided in your best friend at the time, Will. After telling him, something changed in him. He seemed way too interested in your powers, at a time when you were mostly scared to use them. To remedy that, you made a promise. You made him vow not to ask about or mention it again until you both were old enough to leave the house. In return, you promised that, as soon as that moment would arrive, you would transform into anyone he wanted and do whatever he said for one whole day. Back then, you believed that the worst thing he would make you do, was something silly like... Transforming into Jack Black, dressing up as a movie character and making a scène at the cinema... You know, fun friend stuff...

However now, 6 years later, you had all but forgotten about the promise, the two of you had just finished moving in all your belongings in your new shared apartment. You had just gone to the fridge to get out two beers to celebrate your new life as co-housing buddies, when Will looked at you intensely with a wide, perverse grin and said:
"Well now, Anton... A promise made, is a promise kept..." 

After discussing back on forth for a few minutes, it was clear that Will would not let it go. Still hoping for the best and... still kind of naïve you say:
"Fine... A promise is a promise... Who do you want me to turn into and... What exactly do you want me to do?" 

After hearing those words, Will's grin becomes almost predatory, showing a very different side to him. A wicked smile spreads across Will's face, his eyes twinkling with a mischief bordering on cruelty. He stands up, looming over you with his tall, athletic body. "I'll need to think carefully on this," Will says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he looks you over with an appraising eye. The way he does it sends shivers down your spine.  

Finally, he stops at your face and locks eyes with you again. "How about," he begins, his voice taking on a sinister edge, "your mom? I've always thought Ella was a total milf..." The room grows still as Will's words hang in the air, the sheer audacity of his suggestion sending a wave of shock through you. You blink, unsure how to react to such a perverted suggestion. Meanwhile Will's grin only widens, clearly relishing the discomfort he's causing.

You say "What the hell Will... My mother? Why would you ask something that fucked up... I would never want to be in her skin, let alone... " 

Will leans back into the couch, a cruel expression crossing his face. Not allowing you to finish your comment, he says: "Tough, Anton. You promised!" The room feels colder now, the playful atmosphere of the moving day, replaced by a tense silence. You feel a knot tightening in your stomach, a mix of regret and anger.

"Fine... Let's get this over with." You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. You can feel Will's eyes on you, his gaze unwavering and expectant. You close your eyes, focusing on the image of your mother. Her short blond hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her... mature body... With a final, determined push of mental effort, your transformation begins. The room seems to blur and warp around you as your body begins to shift and reshape. Your short curly brown hair morphs into your mother's styled blond hair. Your strong, angular features soften into the gentle contours of your her face. Your clothes melt away, getting replaced by a soft low-cut sweater and your mom's favorite comfortable sweatpants.

When your transformation is complete, you open your eyes and glance down at your new body. The weight of her large breasts, catches you by surprise and pulls you off-balance. However, Will is quick to catch you and as he holds you tight, he starts breathing in your neck. Not letting go.

"You look... incredible," Will finally manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes are filled with awe and desire.
Your voice now sounds exactly like your mother's, however... more fragile, scared even. 
"So... What do you want me to do?"

Will's hand moves up to your shoulder, where he grips you firmly. His thumb traces a slow circle, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "First things first," he says with a twisted smile. "Kneel."

The floor is cold and hard beneath your newly transformed knees, sending a chill up your legs as you lower yourself to the ground. However, what shocks you more is the wetness you notice in between your thighs, as Will's dominant commands seem to send shivers up your mother's spine... Confused and distraught by the sudden and involuntary arousal you're feeling in this new body, your breathing quickens. Will's smile widens as he watches you kneel down submissively, his eyes glinting with a predatory satisfaction. "Good girl.", he says, still looming over you.

As he steps even closer, his scent, a mix of cologne and raw masculinityn fills your senses. 
"I knew you'd come around," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends another wave of goosebumps across your skin. His fingers tighten around your shoulders, pulling you even closer against him and forcefully pushing your face against his hardened cock which is clearly visible under the fabric of his jeans. You gasp and with an eagerness that shocks the remainder of your rational mind, you try to clasp your thick lips around the form of his cock. Wanting it, hungrily. 

As your lips part, you feel a surge of wetness spread across your mouth as you lean in to take the contour of Will's cock between your lips, desperate to please. You don't know what's coming over you, but it's stronger than yourself. Meanwhile you get hotter and hotter, panting as you feel the sweat running down your back. Not even completely consciously, you pull up your mom's warm sweater just to get some air. Will smiles as he follows your example and undoes his pants: "You're even more of a slut than I expected. How you managed to read my mind..."

There's still a small part of you that wants to pull away, that wants to resist. But the urges and signals your new body is sending, are too intense... You don't know if this is actually what your mom feels all the time, if this is a side effect of your transformation powers, or a bit of both... All you know for sure is that your new body needs touching and that your mouth is watering for Will's thick cock. 

The last doubts leave your mind as his fully revealed and erect cock hangs in front of your face. Without delay your lips engulf his thick shaft and you start blowing him as if it is your utmost desire. As you feel his throbbing member in you wet mouth, you sense how drenched your panties and sweatpants are with your arousal. Your entire body shivers as you keep taking him deeper inside you, as far as you can.

Will's body is trembling with sudden bliss as your eager blowjob almost sends him over the edge prematurely, but he quickly regains control by grabbing you by the hair.
"Calm down, baby. This is not over yet and it won't be for a long time. I want to spare myself for inside you."

You look up at him, begging him with your eyes to stop talking and fuck you until you pass out. Everything to release all your pent up arousal, but he just smiles his predatory smile, realizing that he's got all the control. 
"You are mine, Anton. My personal transformation slut... And before I give you the fucking your horny, MILF-pussy needs, I think you should look a little more my age..."

TO BE CONTINUED

The Unethical Fairy Godmother #1

 "Alyssa!"

Alyssa startled by the soft voice, sat up on her bed. She was a 18-year-old girl from Summerhall high school.  She had long, silky, back hair and a very petite body. She was crying. As of today it had been 2 years since her mother had left her, her dad and her little brother Shaun, he was 10. She was so angry, how could she do something like that. Leave her husband and daughter for another man in another country. Her dad had done a tremendous job over the past 2 years, but she could see that he was lonely and heartbroken too.
She stretched out on her bed and finally fell asleep.

"Alyssa"

When she opened her eyes she was suddenly face to face with a pair eyes.  She yelped and backed off to the other side of the bed.  Looking at the figure again she recognised it as a beautiful, small fairy.  She must have been only 7 inches tall.  The little creature had sparkling green eyes, golden blonde long hair.  She was fluttering in the air with her glowing blue wings and she was wearing a scantly green costume that was barely covering her large-breasts and was showing off her long legs.

"Hi Alyssa" She said while smiling a sweet smile.  "I am Arabelle, your fairy godmother. I have been chosen to grant your wishes."

Alyssa crawled closer looking at her face.  "Wishes?  But why me?"

"A child left by her mother gets assigned a fairy godmother. Sometimes, there's just a bit of delay, because of all the paperwork and the limited amount of fairy godmothers. But nevermind that, here I am!"

"All you have to do is call my name and I will come. Then just name your wish. It can be a wish for yourself or someone else, but only YOU can make the wish."

Alyssa couldn't believe it.

"So what will your wish be?", her fairy godmother happily asked.

She could wish for anything, it only seemed right that her first wish would be something for her dad. He had done so much for her over the past 2 years, and before. She really wanted to pay him back.

"I know what I want my first wish to be. I wish for my daddy to find the perfect woman, who will never leave him and love him unconditionally."

The fairy godmother smiled, "Your wish is my command!" 

What Alyssa didn't know was that Arabelle wasn't an ordinary fairy godmother. Just like the fairy had said before, there was only a limited amount of fairy godmothers, so her bosses had started recruiting the defects. These were fairies who where not qualified at first because of a defect in their magic.
Arabelle had a problem with her ethics, being that... She could only fulfill a wish in a way that, for us humans, is perceived as unethical.

Having said that, Alyssa started changing.

She felt how she got taller. Her breasts expanded, along with her butt. She felt herself becoming older.
She quickly passed in her twenties, her thirties, until she stopped ageing. Alyssa was now a smoking hot, Latina MILF. 40 years old. She looked at herself in disbelief. She looked like an older version of herself, heck, she looked as if she could be her mom's sister! She looked around, the fairy godmother had already disappeared. She lifted up her newly formed dress to look at her new body.

"Alyssa, are you coming?", she heard her daddy call. She was afraid, how would he react? Would he even recognise her?

She walked downstairs to see her father, all dressed up, waiting for her. 

"There you are honey", he said. Ready for our date night?

Alyssa mouth fell open, "Date night?"

"You're acting strange honey. Were going out for dinner to celebrate our 15th anniversary! Shaun is with my parents so we have the entire evening to ourselves."

He pulled her closer and kissed her, full on the lips. Their kiss seemed to last for minutes as the passionately embraced.

After he slowly pulled away she remembered everything, double. She still remembered being Alyssa the teenage girl, but she also remembered the older Alyssa, with her husband and son, Shaun, her former brother. 

Yet all her confusion seemed to drift away with those new memories, helped by a sudden wave of extreme horniness for her former daddy. A gift from the Fairy Godmother? 

I mean, there's nothing strange about it right. He has been my husband for 15 years.. 

They left for their date, Alyssa being excited and impatient, for what the rest of the night would bring.

The scroll #7

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh Yeah! OH YEAH!"
Katie quietly walks closer and sees through the open window her husband Joe and his mistress Susan engaging in some Afternoon Delight. The big-breasted 20-something year old woman is drenching in sweat and riding Katie's muscular husband from on top. They are both completely naked and well into the throws of love-making. Katie smiles wide and decides to finally get her revenge.
She has known about her husband's affair for some time now and she has prepared for the occasion. By chance she had found a magic scroll in the park after she ran there in tears after the first time she discovered her husband's unfaithfulness.

She fired her first spell at Susan, who was soon racing forward in time. She and the Joe were in the throes of sex and did not at first notice anything.
As she looked on, Katie watched Susan enter her thirties and gained some maturity and her cheekbones standing out more and Susan putting on a bit more weight in the hips, breasts, butt, and thighs.

"Oh babe, this is sooo good, do me,--just keep it up and do me like ya do me...oooooh," she said.
"Oh hon, this is great...but...", she heard Joe say.
"But what," Susan said, as she continued to age and pass 40.

Her arms were becoming more flabby and her breasts, while large and wondrous, were starting to relax a bit. Fine lines started to show on Susan's face, and there were creases forming on the sides of her mouth.

"Dear...I love this and not to...oh yeah," the man said, as her moves were more defined, and she showed an experience that was not there a moment before.

Joe layed back and closed his eyes, and Susan kept it up, and kept him up. As Katie looked on though, she noticed the woman's hair start going grey as she passed her mid forties, and she now had light under eye bags as well.
"Ohhh, mama loves her boy...give it to mama," she said in a bit of a lower tone, as she was as into it as he was.
The two kept it up, the woman fast approaching 50 and now feeling overly warm as menopause started.

Katie looked on and laughed to herself. She was so enjoying this, and wondered if she should keep it going. She could see making this woman around 60, or even somewhere over 80 and watch Joe's reaction.
As she was pondering her predicament, she heard the newly changed MILF climax and her husband as well. A moment later, Joe opened his eyes and looked at his sex partner.

"What is wrong sweetie pie?" the woman asked, noting the look of surprise on his face.

"What the fuck happened?! You are so much older than me, you look like you could be my mom! When the fuck did that happen Susan?"

"Older?" She asked him as she begun to look at herself she couldn't believe it, this was a dream right?
Susan looked at herself as good she could looking down she could see that her boobs had indeed lost some of their perkiness, and she was a bit wider than she remembered, she grabbed a face mirror and looked at her reflection "oh my god I have become so old!"

Katie was smiling wide, they didn't have a clue what was about to happen after she would use the second spell.

(To be continued in The Scroll #8 )

The scroll #6

This was an idea I had a few days ago... I hope you enjoy!
-TG-Fantasybender

Danny, a young boy, was playing in the park. A couple of yards away his big sister Tina and two of her friends, Karen and Suzy, were chatting and playing with their hula hoops. His sister was blonde, just like he was. Her two friends both had beautiful auburn hair. They had been ignoring him since they had arrived at the park. He just wished they were more grown up and that they would start including him in things instead of ignoring him...

Beside a tree he found something that looked like an old medieval scroll. He picked up the old piece of paper and tried to read it.  He couldn't read anything. The letters seemed to fade away everytime he tried to read it. Except for one sentence:
Basiantis matres amate ego quoque.
He felt a strange tingeling in his body after speaking the strange words.
A beam of light shot out from the scroll and hit his sister, Tina, in the back.
Danny, suprised by the blast, dropped the scroll. Tina was obviously disoriented. She stumbled forward, and was caught by her friends. Then something weird started happening to her. She began to change. Her clothes started changing to very athletic clothes. Her breasts blossomed. Her cup size went from B, to C, to a 36DD and her bottom rounded out nicely. Her breasts got so big they couldn't fit in her new athletic top anymore, they popped right out.
She was panting and sweating, not knowing what was happening to her. While waiting for the strange transformation to end, she searched for some support from a nearby tree.

Amazed and impressed at the changes in their 19 year old friend, the sister and the other girl looked at the beautiful, well-endowed body Tina was now sporting. 

"Wow Tina, you look great!" Karen told her, not noticing that She and Suzy were now glowing
and transforming as well.
"Yes, and soon so will we!" squealed Suzy, as she noticed the strange glow and the tingling.
"Woah, I feel a little wobbly," Suzy stammered a she and Karen surged forward in time, rapidly passing into their late-twenties.
"Just think, the three of us can hit the town, check out business guys, and we'll have them in the palm of our hands,"Karen added. A moment later, the three of them were all the same age. But alas, the moment came and went as Karen and Suzy raced on into their thirties.

"Hey, what's going on with you two...you still seem to be changing," Tina gasped as she watched fine lines etch their way onto the faces of the other two, and Karen added a few pounds, her body becoming more voluptuous, while Suzies hair started to adopt the colour of a dyed red.

"You know Tina dear, maybe a college guy would be okay--I don't know why I'm saying that though--suddenly they are attractive again."

"Probably because we just hit forty," teased Karen, "though we carry it off well, I suppose."
"What are you girls talking about?! You're not forty? Your the same age as I am!", Tina screamed.
"Tina, dear... Ofcourse we are the same age as you are, we are all forty. This is your birthday party, remember?, Suzy answered. Suzy and Karen looked at Tina strangely.

Tina started panicking. Why were her friends acting so strange? And why.... She felt the tingling again. The transformation went on. Her breasts became a little saggier, her body started aching a bit and a few wrinkles appeared on her face. Tina had now reached the same age as Karen and Suzy just had. They were 3 MILF's.

"Thanks a lot for reminding me," Tina said sarcastically, "I'm only forty, it's not the end of the world!"

Danny had seen everything from a distance, he was just looking in awe. He couldn't grasp the reality of what had just happened... His sister and her 2 friends had transformed into stunning MILF's right in front of his eyes. During all of the commotion he didn't notice that his body was also changing. His penis started shrinking all the way until it formed the clit for his brand new pussy. His flat chest started swelling 'till he had perky, beautiful breasts. His hair grew and grew. He was changing into a girl, into a woman.
The transformation ended when Danny appeared to be in his mid-thirties.
"What the hell...", Danny whispered in his new high-pitched voice. 

He was wearing close to nothing, but that didn't stop him from checking himself out. On the contrary. As he started touching himself new memories of his new life started entering his mind.
Her name was Danielle, but everyone called her Dani. She was 36 years old and had an older sister named Tina. It was Tina's 40th birthday today. They were going to party. She was looking forward to this. Because at those kind of parties there were always plenty of...

Tina called her, "Dani, dear, there you are! I should've known... Never worry about Dani, she's probably just masturbating again... Couldn't you wait 'till tonight?! Come on you, get dressed... We can't miss the party!" 

"At your command big sis. At your command.", Dani said as she followed her sister and friends.
The scroll? It's still somewhere under that tree. Forgotten, just as these 4 people's previous lives.

A different kind of energy part 2

“What does it do, exactly?” Tony asked, still not putting it together. 

“Come on, buddy. You can’t fool me. You’re the kind of guy who reads the stories online, who thinks about when your girlfriend is out of town, come on. AP.”

“Age Progression,” Tony said, slightly blushing. “Alright, well, how much for more?” 

“Two hundred buck a pop,” the man said, his face breaking into a big grin.

“That’s outrageous,” Tony said. “They were free yesterday!” 

“Would you have paid that much for something that you didn’t know would work? Something that you hadn’t had a chance to see in action with your own eyes? Come on, this is my business model. Are you in or not?” The man asked impatiently.

“All right, all right,” Tony conceded. “I’ll take two more.” 

The man opened up his trench coat and produced two more vials filled with purple, fizzy liquid. “Have a good time,” he said as soon as the money was in his hand.

“Ugh, today was the worst,” June said as she entered the apartment. “I was so tired, and felt so out of shape. I hope you got some more of that AP Elixir stuff. I really need some right now.” 

“Uh, well, actually…” Tony said, feeling a little guilty. Maybe, he thought to himself, he ought to explain what exactly AP Elixir did before she had more of it. She had the right to know what exactly she was getting into.

“Oh here it is,” she said excitedly. “Bottoms up!”

“Wait!” Tony shouted. But it was too late: June had already finished guzzling it down.

“Well, that was great! Really hit the spot,” June said. “What’s wrong, Tony? Why do you look so shocked? You bought them for me, didn’t you?”

“Uh, yeah, I did…” Tony said after a few moments of hesitation.

“Well, come on then, I feel great now. My body feels all tingly,” June said with a smile. Tony now knew that the tingling was likely being caused by her cells preparing to age rapidly. “Stop staring at me like that, Tony, you’re scaring me.” She leaned into her boyfriend, pressing her fleshier, softer body up against his. Tony felt exhilarated by the feeling. As he started to imagine was happening to her, and what was going to happen, he could feel himself become rock hard.

“Let’s make love all night,” June whispered in his ear as Tony smiled.

It was Saturday the next morning, and both June and Tony had overslept. Tony awoke first, his head partially buried in June’s blonde, messy main of hair. He was surprised for a moment to notice a few strands of grey amongst the yellow, and knew that June was bound to notice herself. 

For a moment, he entertained a frantic idea of breaking or covering up every mirror in the house, but knew that she’d find out eventually. He only hoped that she wouldn’t be too angry at him over what he’d done. He figured it would be best for him to just come clean.

“June – I’ve got something to say, and you’re probably not going to like it,” Tony began. 

“What is it, lover boy?” June said as she roused herself and gave Tony a little kiss on his forehead. She kept her lips planted for a moment, then swirled her tongue seductively. 

“I found out what the AP stands for in AP Elixir. It’s age progression,” Tony said nervously.

“Age progression?” June asked. “What a minute…is that what happened to me yesterday?” 

“Yesterday…and…today. You had more of that drink last night, you remember?” Tony said.

“More? I guess I better be brave and take a look at the damage,” she said, pulling herself out of bed and giving Tony an eyeful of her new body. Her breasts were certainly larger, but looked a bit softer and sagged a little towards her tummy, which was now quite poofy. It also sported some generous love handles, and would have created quite the muffin top if packed into tight jeans. As June raised her arms up to play with her new gray hairs, Tony could see her upper arms slightly jiggle with that distinctive “old lady arms” effect.

“Well, I’ve got to say,” June began, “knowing what’s going on does take a lot of the stress off it.” She turned around to face him, and Tony noticed a few more lines etched into her face. She looked like a woman who was clearly in her mid 30s. “So this is what I’ll look like when I’m older. I think I look good for my age.”

“Yeah,” Tony said excitedly. “You’ve aged really well.” 

“Wait, you said you found out what AP stood for yesterday. When yesterday?” June asked.

“When I bought more of it,” Tony replied sheepishly.

“So the guy who sold it explained it to you, and you bought more of it. Why?” June asked, puzzled.

“Well, to be honest, when I saw the changes yesterday, I kind of liked them,” Tony began. “I’ve always kind of liked older women. I think the look really suits you.”

“You do?” June asked, sounding surprised. “Well, what about this excess weight? I guess older gals’ metabolisms do tend to slow down some.” 

“I don’t mind that at all. You wear the pounds splendidly,” Tony said. “So…you aren’t mad at me?”

“Well, I wish you had told me what was going on earlier, but no, I’m not mad,” June said, eying her new looks in the mirror. “I am a pretty sexy older lady, aren’t I?”

“Yes you are,” Tony said.

“Well, in that case,” June said. “I just have one question for you.” She walked back onto the bed and wrapped her new, fleshy thighs around Tony’s torso. “I noticed two potions in the refrigerator last night. I’m guessing dating a woman in her 30s isn’t exactly the end of your fantasy, now, is it?” 

Tony didn’t reply, merely gulping and shaking his head.

“Thought so. Why else would you have got two?” June started to grind her new, softer torso up against his. “Let’s see. From what we’ve observed so far, each drink seems to add nearly 10 years. Would you like to add another 10 years to my body?” 

Tony nodded again, too consumed with lust to speak. 

“Would you like me to be ten years older? Ten years flabbier, ten years fatter? Ten more years of mature lines on my face? Ten more years of gray hairs to bury your face in when we make love?” June whispered seductively, and Tony groaned in approval.

“I’m going to go drink some right now!” June said, and ran down stairs. Tony followed her, and he could see her hands shaking with excitement as she downed the last AP Elixir. June’s body tingled furiously and her rounder cheeks sported a wide grin.

They made love, right on the kitchen counter, and after a few hours of waiting, the potion took its toll. And it did.

June was definitely a woman in her mid 40s now. Her face was lined with crow’s feet, deep laugh lines, and tiny forehead wrinkles. Some of the wrinkles on her face, though, were clearly being hidden behind the new roundness of her face. June’s cheeks were round and chubby, and she sported a double chin. 

Her shoulders were wider and rounder than they had been before, leading into some beefy, very soft upper arms and jiggled with the slightest provocation. Her overall skin was slightly softer and had a little more give under his probing fingers, with just a few hints of age spots. June’s breasts, once small and pert, were now large and sagged low on her chest. Under them was a large, proud potbelly that would stick out of any clothing. June noted that “women her age” often start gaining weight around the middle. 

Her hips were wide and thick, giving her the appearance of a woman who had pushed out her share of kids. Her thighs were round and incredibly soft and creamy, just heaven to be squeezed behind. Her hair now had significant grey spots.

“Anyone who sees us together will think you’re some big cougar hunter, if they don’t think I’m old enough to be your mom,” June said playfully.

“You technically are, now,” he reminded her. 

“Oh, hush,” June said, her voice now even sounding a bit more mature and husky.

“Are you worried about your aerobics classes?” Tony asked.

“Screw them,” June said. “I think I get enough of a workout right at home,” she said seductively before gently pushing him down and sliding his rock hard cock in her MILF pussy.