From ahasell@es.co.nz Thu Dec 19 00:09:57 1996 Date: Thu, 19 Dec 1996 16:30:52 +1300 From: Alan Hasell Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: NMF - The Recipe (Chapter 5) - TG Hi I'm afraid I'm a slow writer but here's the piece I got done today. I have decided to change the title once the story is complete and am already breaking from the chapter pattern. This story is R rated. So if your under 18 (or whatever it is in your part of the world) get your mother to read it with you (hahahahaha). NMF - The Recipe (Part 2) Chapter 5 - The Taxi Ride At that moment a taxi came past and John quickly flagged it down. I climbed into the warmth of the cab and dropped into the middle of the back seat (a piece of me nagged that the bounce of my breasts wasn't natural). Once John was in and the door shut I curled up against him with my head on his shoulder. In the warmth of the cab the whisky started to have it's affect again and I started to run my finger nails over John's shirt, trying to tease his nipples erect, and nibbling on his ear. For a moment he relaxed and smiled but then suddenly he gently pushed me away and said "That's enough. You're Andrew and you don't want to do that!". "I'm Sarah and believe me, I do want to! Don't be such a sour puss and come to momma!" I said, pulling the neck of my already low cut top down under my breasts. "You can't tell me you don't want these". That had him, he stared captivated at my magnificent breasts and I easily slipped his hands down to cup them. As his fingers rubbed against my already stiff and prominent nipples a major erotic charge went off in my crotch. Somehow that oh so wonderful charge felt... foreign... and I looked down at his hands as they so gently caressed my soft mounds. There was no slow clearing of fog. One second it felt foreign and the next foreign became totally wrong! "Shit" I squealed in that all to feminine voice as I slid to the opposite side of the cab from John. At that moment the cab swerved suddenly and I realised I had been a show for more than just John. Feeling heat rush to my face, I quickly covered my breasts. I was very conscious of their warmth and sensitivity as I hooked my top out from under them and VERY conscious of the feeling of the size of my nipples as they hit my thumbs on their way past. My nipples had always been an erotic spot for me but now that sensitivity seemed to have increased in proportion to their size. John was watching me intently and tentatively asked "Andrew, are you all right now?". "All right, no. In control yes, and would you stop looking at me like I might explode". "Sorry, it's just ...." "Look I know the changes... Sarah... must be shocking but how do you think I feel? All I know so far is that if I touch you, or get to freaked out, I loose myself to a personality I want as little as I want this body. On that point don't you ever dare touch me again!" "No problem! And not because you asked so nicely either. When you lost it back there so did I somehow. I couldn't see you as Andrew any more, you were Sarah and I was sooo horny. I would have jumped you right there if you hadn't have snapped out of it. Now I think about it, it happened to a lessor extent each time you became Sarah but feeling your breasts just tipped me right over the edge". Now it was my turn to looked shocked. To this point I had assumed that John's morals (however questionable) would prevent any real trouble, but that crutch had just been pulled from under me. The human mind is a terrible thing and at that point mine proved it, as an image of a semi naked John climbing onto a semi naked me flashed through it. Hit by several emotions at once I shivered, crossed my arms tightly under my breasts (a move that was much less comforting that it should have been) and turned away towards the window. John took the hint and the ride was silent for a while. I ran though the events of the evening in my mind, trying to find a way out of the situation I now found myself in. It seemed that in the middle of mine and John's drunken horny couple act something incredible had happened which made everyone's costumes real (why'd couldn't I have worn my usual "Mr Normal" costume!). It also seemed that our act was now like an alternate personality. It affected both of us but, I guess because I was in the middle of my "Your face or mine" crack when it happened, I was affected worse than John. That thought broke my train of thought. Where were we going? I hadn't noticed what John had told the driver but I knew John didn't know my address. At that moment the cab pulled up outside an apartment block and John paid the driver. More than a little concerned, I asked where we were. "My place" said John. "I figured it probably wouldn't be a good idea for you to be alone. What with the shock and all". "Well you figured wrong, you're the last person I want to be around". As he got out the cabby turned around and sneered at his back. Turning to me he said "You're better off without him babe. Whadya say I dump the cab and you and me find some night life, with or without others if you know whad I mean!". To a reluctant and new woman like myself his leer was even more frightening than his words. Feeling more vulnerable than I ever had before I grabbed my handbag and jumped out, calling to John to wait up. As I caught up with him I slowed, starting to appreciate why women wore bras, it didn't exactly hurt but running was very uncomfortable. Seeing the look in his eyes I told him "Don't flatter yourself. I just didn't fancy being alone at night with that cabby. You must have a couch for you to sleep on". "How wonderful of you to think of me!" he said sarcastically. "Actually the lady across the hall left me her key to feed her fish while she's on holiday. I guess you could stay there tonight". "Why didn't you say so sooner, you prick" I said grinning and hitting him lightly on the arm. Even that action was a bit scary in its femininity, I was most pleased to have two locked doors between us tonight. ************************* Sorry, got to go now. I intended to write more but am pretty busy at the moment. Will try to get into day two tomorrow. Hope it was entertaining. I wonder what the morning will bring? Alan (ahasell@es.co.nz) -------------------------------------------------------------------- Have you heard the latest craze? Everyone is becoming an individual. -------------------------------------------------------------------- * * * If this is a story, it's copyrighted to Alan Hasell . If you want to post this anywhere else, please talk to the author and get permission first. Thank you ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- WWW-List-Archive at: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at to get human help: thomash@t0.or.at From phaedrus@halcyon.com Thu Dec 19 12:39:41 1996 Date: Thu, 19 Dec 1996 01:24:36 -0800 From: Phaedrus Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at Subject: NMF: A Trickster's Tail 2 (more Day 1) The stories seem to have slowed down a bit after the initial rush; if you folks aren't careful, I may catch up with the plot yet. :-) No major plot developments in my stuff yet; just trying to flesh out the character a bit more, tie up a few loose ends from part 1, and set up some things I have in mind for later. This happens on the night of day 1, and into the morning of day 2. If anyone has any suggestions for what should happen in the storyline, including crossover possibilities with other characters, I'd greatly appreciate them. I don't promise to _use_ them, but I'll greatly appreciate them nonetheless. :-) ** Keith stared numbly down at himself. He didn't have to piece together what had happened. He could remember everything; the party, the shock of the aftermath, the strange feeling of the park drawing him in, the irresistable call of the perfect setup line... The bum! Dreading what he knew he was going to see, Keith slowly looked back up at the dog, lurching off towards the other side of the park. What the hell was he going to do about that? He could remember the feel of the power flowing through him, but he didn't have the foggiest idea of _how_ the thing was done... Then it hit him, and he almost gasped in relief; Kickaha's spells were temporary. Hopefully, this one would wear off by the end of the night... At the realization of what he had just thought, his knees went weak, and he gently toppled over backwards onto the grass; the jab of pain from his tail as he landed on it erased any hopes he had that this was all sort of elaborate hallucination. Kickaha. Somehow, something had happened to make everything in the party real. That meant that, not only was he stuck in the body of a coyote, but that there was a practical joker named Kickaha stuck in his head--and wielding very real magic. This was all coming too quickly. <> he told himself firmly. He started with the basics: his body. As he looked himself over, he found depressingly few surprises, and the surprises were indeed depressing. He was covered from head to foot with golden-brown fur; the only color variationw were at the tip of the tail and the end of the muzzle, which he had bleached white. The tail was very real; an experimental twitch confirmed that it was movable. The structure of his limbs was unchanged; his fingers and feet were longer, as they had been on the costume, with short claws. Leathery pads covered the soles of his feet. He couldn't see most of the head, but it felt like the costume's. He was no clearly no longer anatomically correct; not only was his, er, equipment gone, but he could no longer properly be called an asshole either. <> he thought; <> But again, that feeling of helplessness came over him; if he could do it, he had no idea how. He tried concentrating, and even nonsense chanting as he had done at the party, but there were no results. The more he thought about it, the more he was surprised as much by where the changes stopped as by the fact that they had happened at all; it was as if someone had taken his costume and turned it directly into flesh, with no creativity whatsoever. <> he thought to himself, and shuddered; <> <> He turned it over in his head for several cold minutes. He could go home, and spend the rest of his life as an anatomically-incorrect coyote stuck in a city, assuming he didn't die of kidney failure first. Or he could stay here, and risk spending the rest of his life as an anatomically-incorrect _psychotic_ coyote turning people into newts for recreation. Not a comforting set of choices. Dammit, if he could just ask a few questions... Then it hit him. When Kickaha's power was high, Kickaha was in control; the story said so. When it was low, Keith was in control. But what happened in the middle? He had never said. Was there a point where they were both in control? Could he risk finding out? When he thought about it, there wasn't much of a choice. He had no idea _how_ Kickaha got his power; if it involved some sort of ritual, he was screwed. Hopefully, just spending some time here would do the trick. But Keith knew one thing for sure; he wasn't going to let the change happen while he was asleep. He might never get control again. Sighing, he got up, and walked over to a tree. He gathered his cloak around him; he didn't really need it to guard against the cold, but Kickaha seemed to have used it to avoid being seen--it was worth a shot. He sat down, pulled up his hood, and stared off at the city lights in the distance, and the stars above. His thoughts were not comforting. ** Stay tuned for part 3, where something actually happens. :-) -- \o\ If you're interested in books/stories with transformation themes, \o\ /o/ try . /o/ \o\New entries for this list always appreciated. FC1.21:FC(w/c)p6arw A- C- \o\ /o/D H+ M>+ P R T++++ W** Z+ Sm RLCT a cmn++++$ d e++ f+++ h- i++wf p-- sm#/o/ * * * If this is a story, it's copyrighted to Phaedrus . If you want to post this anywhere else, please talk to the author and get permission first. Thank you ------ The discussion list for the Transformation Story Archive --------- WWW-List-Archive at: http://www.t0.or.at/cgi-bin/thomash-lwgate/tsa-talk for help write to: tsa-talk-request@t0.or.at to get human help: thomash@t0.or.at From biggname1234@main.put.com Thu Dec 19 21:10:53 1996 Date: Thu, 19 Dec 1996 19:18:32 +0000 () From: Test long name Reply-To: tsa-talk@netbase.t0.or.at To: tsa-talk Subject: NMF Andrea's Days 3-5 Well,Eddie has forced the Andrea/Kandi story along... ** ** ** ** NICHE PRACTICE by L.E. November 2, late evening Andrea talked to Nina about just what had happened to her since the transformation for a couple of hours,establishing just who she had cause for what kind of legal action against.The professional context and the drastic changes in Nina's body almost let her get her mind off the change in her own. After the basic situation was talked out,since Nina had no place to stay,Andrea got her a blanket and let her sleep on the couch,retiring to her bedroom with a relevant book on law to try and get the necessary paperwork set up for someone else from the firm to start Andrea's case in motion.She laid on her stomach on the bed,looking at the book and the legal pad she made pre-draft notes on,and could almost believe she was her old self,Andrea Cole Hammersley,Phi Beta Kappa,Order of the Coif, and so forth.But as she called it a night and put book and pad away, her gaze inevitably strayed to the incredibly mammoth cantilevered breasts of Kandi Kane,sexpot dimbulb. <>,Andrea thought,though she remembered some times during her talk with Nina that her voice hand started to stray to Kandi's tones.<> She fingered the ring in her outsized right nipple.<> Exhausted,she turned out the lights and called it a night. It was Kandi's hands more than Andrea's that pushed the panties down her legs,Andrea just dimly noting that she was going to sleep wearing just locked spiked dog collar and spiked heels...just like the woman in Kandi's porno magazine. Kandi dreamed of herself as the woman in the magazine,excited as she was put through her paces by the black man in the mask...who then turned into a gorilla...a rhinoceros...an ogre...<> thought Andrea...she woke,she was masturbating again,or Kandi was.She drifted off again, to dreams of repeatedly going through the poses in the magazine, paddled,penetrated... November 3, morning Kandi woke up,began playing with herself as she so enjoyed doing.That woman in the pictures must have had such fun... Andrea awoke,thinking about getting breakfast ready for Nina and wondering if Nina was awake yet.Taking control of her body,she got up and set herself to being a hostess and a lawyer...Nina said she was awake,but not ready for breakfast yet.It was after she set the table that it occurred to her to get dressed. She still hadn't got any presentable clothes for this body, neither of her dresses seemed suitable,she didn't know what if anything could cover her ridiculous stiff long nipples comfortably...she found herself pulling on her net stockings again,and getting up...<>...she put her panties on...the most dressed she'd been around the house for a while,and she got the distinct impression Kandi wouldn't like wearing more. She got a breakfast ready for herself and Nina,and went over the notes she'd made to get Nina's case underway.They tried very hard to be two women doing business,but couldn't keep their eyes off each other...especially their breasts,Nina's bright red like the rest of her and perpetually oozing blood from scab-like dark nipples,Andrea's (Kandi's) so absurdly large and impossibly self-supporting.Andrea looked at Nina's horned,fanged,face and wondered what she was thinking of her.<> Turning on the news revealed no noticeable breakthroughs in doing anything about it.The professor-fruitfly still showed no trace of aging."To live forever...like this??" Nina was as disturbed as Andrea by the implications.There were reports of transformees gone berserk,calls for their compulsory registration and other regulations. <> Nina got in touch with her father,who returned from a vacation to pick her up and take her in.Andrea bundled herself up in a bathrobe and towels when he arrived,trying to minimize his noticing of her new body by merely looking in and staying back,though she could feel Kandi's arousal at the presence of a man between her legs,her urge to strip in front of him.But to Andrea her visible collar,exposed lower legs and absurd high heels were bad enough.<> After Nina(in her hooded cloak) and her father had left,Andrea tossed off the robe and towels,sensing Kandi's frustration at revealing herself too late to seduce the now departed man.She decided to take a shower,try to find some relaxation...she removed the panties and stockings,had to leave on the rubber heels. In the shower stall she looked at the fixtures and how they seemed too low,because of the heels she now wore...<>. Was she getting anywhere relaxing?She willed herself to calm down,<>...Kandi took a shower in her own way,lavishing attention on her stupendous breasts,inserting the soap into her vagina and exercising her internal muscles on it,moving it in and out <>.Kandi took her time washing,finally completed her task and stepped out for a towel. <>,thought Andrea.<> Kandi toweled herself dry with her usual focus on self-stimulation. <> She then went into the bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror.<>,thought Andrea.<>. Kandi liked looking at her beautiful body in the mirror,she played with her breasts and her crotch again in various positions.She pushed a finger through one nipple-ring while she stroked herself to orgasm with her other hand.<> Kandi stood there after her climax, gaping at her beautiful reflection,while kneading her one giant breast with the hand whose finger was pushed through its nipple-ring.She kept doing this for minutes. Finally she retreated to the bed and removed her shoes only long enough to put her stockings on again.She treated disengaging her hand from her nipple-ring as a difficult and reluctant chore.She then got up and began to move around the apartment.<> However,Kandi's search was not for the key(why would she ever want to remove her beautiful collar?) but for the paddle and the magazine,with which she returned to the bed.She laid down,in much the same pose that Andrea had used studying the law book the night before, and looked at the pictorial with the large-breasted bleach-blonde woman being paddled and otherwise dominated.She stared at the opening picture for a long time.Then she rolled over and removed her stockings,so she would again be dressed exactly like the woman in the pictures. Then she looked at the picture again.Then she rolled over again and put her left stocking on before replacing her rubber skyscraper heels. Then she turned to the pictorial again.<> At last Kandi felt ready to study the pictorial intently,spanking herself on her buttocks with the paddle with one hand as hard as she could. It smarted,but Andrea could feel that Kandi was getting aroused.As Kandi continued,imagining herself the woman in the picture,fantasizing about a man making forceful use of her,she started moaning and cooing. <> Andrea began to exert herself to take control of her body, finding as she had in the fetish shop that it was difficult because of Kandi's state of arousal. The telephone rang,which distracted Kandi and paved the way for Andrea.In control of movement,she dropped the paddle but waited a ring to get her voice back in "Andrea mode".Then she picked up. It was a secretary at the office."Miss Hammersley?Sorry to bother you on a Sunday,but we have a...rather unique...client who wants to see you tomorrow morning.Did you see the Wonder Woman press conference?" Wonder Woman?Another transformee,obviously."Uh,no...I last watched TV this morning." "Well,uh,she...or it was a he...heard about you and wants to see you.This could prove a lot of business growing out of the Raucous Chicken thing.I told him...uh,her...that you'd been working at home since the party and gave h...provided your address.Would ten o'clock be okay?" "Yes,that's great.I'll do what I can for this client,I'll also be sending in a brief about Nina Hartington's case,she came to me last night,she suffered a hate crime.I think someonee else had better litigate though." "Uh,if you don't mind asking,Miss Hammersley,just how were you transformed?You're not an animal now,are you?" "Oh,I'm still human.It's just a bit...awkward." Andrea paused. "Listen,thanks for this referral,I'll let you confirm with the client, don't want to take up more of your Sunday." The secretary took the hint and said goodbye.Andrea turned on her television set.Before long there was a clip from the "Wonder Woman" press conference...with a shake of her head she realized this was the guy in drag she'd met in passing at the party,now thoroughly feminine. She listened to the statement and other news...yes,there was going to be a lot of legal business growing out of this transformation event. "Got myself a specialist niche practice",she said aloud."Just as long as I can bottle up Kandi as a very junior partner!" She got up and made herself lunch,not pausing to ponder her Kandi-like near nudity.Getting food to her mouth around that ridiculous bosom was becoming more automatic,even though it blocked her view of the plate. November 3,afternoon-evening She spent some time working on her computer,refining her notes of the previous night into papers someone from Cranborne Arundel could file in support of Nina.There wasn't much to do at this stage until the adversaries were charged or notified or had their own counsel, but the new niche of transformee law...<> She didn't think she had recognized any. Just like eating,she found that typing despite the tremendous breasts sticking out in front of her was getting easier...and had mixed feelings about that.When she called it quits she fidgeted with the spiked collar around her neck,tested the lock,found it strong.<> She got up, paced the floor,thinking...<> She sat down,only continuing her acclimation to doing so with bare rounded buttocks... She turned on the all-news channel,looking to compile notes on potential clients,trying to figure out what kind of legal trouble various transformees could get into.Property damage for the superhero types,employment discrimination,housing discrimination(poor Nina!), divorces,sexual classification...species classification(some of these characters were mythical,what the heck was a wigmalefis?)...a gold mine for lawyers,certainly.The strangest cases were vampires and werewolves and magic-users.There were reports of crisp $500-$10,000 bills showing up around town,though none had been printed since the Nixon Administration decision in 1969...they looked perfectly genuine,but there was talk that the serial numbers were phony...Washington was talking about confiscating them,but those who accepted them were up in arms,after all magic users were making things without paying for them,which had real value,why shouldn't the money they made have real value,so when they did feel like paying for something the sellers could profit?But if mages turned their hands to zapping up mountains of cash,there could be worldwide hyperinflation... The entomologist/fruit fly was still showing no sign at all of aging,though his costumee at the party three days before had been half way through the species' three-day life cycle.Andrea shook her head at the idea of thousands of years as Kandi. Non-Raucous-Chicken-related news was starting to break through, though the events of the party were still clearlty the main focus of world attention.<> Andrea yawned as the news grew boring.She'd have a lot to talk over with that client tomorrow morning.Right now,what to do?Kandi seemed to have no thought but to maintain herself in a state of arousal and think about sex...well,that was Andrea's fault for imagining her that way. She had,after all,intended her as a caricature she'd act out for a few hours,no more...<> Andrea relaxed and let Kandi take control.Kandi got up and got an egg and a sausage out of the refrigerator and laid them on the kitchen counter,then went back to bed and picked up the magazine and paddle again. <> As Kandi,breathing heavily,started to look at the pictures again and flexed the paddle to spank herself,Andrea grabbed control and moved over to her exercise bike,dropping the paddle. Andrea got into the swing of pedalling despite the high heels, figuring she could at least keep this body's muscles in shape better than Kandi...but as she settled into a steady rhythm,she found herself slipping into Kandi mode,her pedals slowing as Kandi concentrated on rubbing her crotch against the seat.<> Andrea recovered herself and pedalled singlemindedly until exhausted. Getting off,Andrea was breathing hard,and sat down on the bed. <> She felt she had to rest, but made sure to stare at the clock to find out about any time she missed that was used by Kandi.<>. Coming to herself half an hour later,she found Kandi had already awoken,and was,what else,poring through the sex magazine pictorial and spanking herself.<> With a struggle Andrea managed to let go of the paddle.<> She looked through the pictorial herself.<>. Andrea got up and put the magazine and the paddle out of sight under the bed.<