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Master of the House (M2F, Preg)

Postby laristopa » Mon Nov 02, 2020 1:17 am

Hello, everybody!

I've recently taken some time off from Grungot to write this little story. The story is complete, and I'll be posting it in chunks over the next few weeks. That being said, I decided the end was far too dark - even for this site. I'll be re-writing it while the rest of the story is posted. We will return to our regularly scheduled Grungot in the next few weeks. Until then, enjoy: "Master of the House".

And, as always, thanks for reading :)

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Part 1

Adam smoothed back his short, greasy black hair. He slammed the door to his Bentley and walked down the cracked sidewalk. He sniffed the foul air, furrowing his nose while surveying his surroundings. Low quality people in a low quality neighborhood. If owning rental properties on this side of town weren't so damn profitable he would never be caught dead on this godforsaken street. He had half a mind to turn around and never return. But, the siren song of the almighty dollar drew him in.

This particular apartment had really given Adam a headache. He bought it for pennies on the dollar, but he was starting to think there was a reason for that. He'd rented this specific apartment out three separate times over the last year. The most recent tenant was some bitch named Chrissi or Christi or...something like that. It didn't matter. Point is, the slut stopped paying. Then, when he confronted her about it, she had the gall to give him some schizophrenic sob story about big changes happening in her life. The next day, he threw Chrissi out on her ass after an expedited eviction process. Thankfully, being friendly with the higher ups at the local courthouse goes a long way.

Adam chuckled to himself when he remembered what he told the crying woman as he tossed her loose clothing onto the street, "Boo fucking hoo! Life ain't easy for any of us, bitch. You don't have my money? Then you don't have a place to live. Here, catch!"

That'll teach her to try fucking over a future landlord. He mentally patted himself on the back, he was doing a civil service.

Adam rounded the corner and saw his property in the distance. Hopefully, today would be the last time he had to show this apartment. At least for awhile. He spoke to the prospective renter on the phone. He had a strong British accent, and Adam had a bit of trouble understanding him. His name was Roger and he was a...freelance carpenter. Adam sighed, hopefully he'd at least get a few payments from Roger before he had to contact his court friends again.

He stood in front of his building.
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It was faded white and absolutely falling apart. The paint was peeling, the windows were in disrepair, everything was dirty and grimy. Even for this area of town, his building was uniquely decrepit. But, thankfully, Adam's tenants were all poor and powerless. If somebody complained too much, Adam could always just kick them out, and they knew it.

He pushed the front door open with a distinctive squeak and found himself in the hallway.
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Adam shivered. He forgot how dark and tight the hallways in this building were. Echoing in the hall were the sounds of kids playing, television sets humming and people going about their lives. The walls were paper thin. There was very little privacy for anybody.

The apartment in question was on the second of three stories, right in the middle of everything. Adam began ascending the creaking stairs. As he crested the top, he saw his apartment manager near the door, waiting for him. For the life of him, Adam couldn't remember her name. In fact, Adam couldn't even remember hiring her. He only knew she was an old, stone cold bitch that was very good about getting Adam his money. The managers icy stare betrayed her smile.
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Her speech was smooth and confident, "Good afternoon, Sir."

"Afternoon." Adam replied, paying her little attention.

She walked past Adam, towards the stairs, and turned, "I believe you verbalized you wanted to do one final walkthrough? I shall wait at the door for our newest tenant to arrive."

Adam nodded and made his way to the apartment door. The building manager's smile curled into a sneer, but Adam didn't notice; he was too focused on the task at hand. He waved her away with his hand. She smiled, turned, and began descending the stairs.

Adam procured his giant ring of keys. He could have just brought the keys to this one, specific building; but he liked having them all. His large ring of keys made him feel powerful and important. He sifted through the ring, attempting to locate the right key. He tried a few on the lock but was unsuccessful. He grunted in frustration, where was that damn...Adam stopped when his fingers touched a small, brass key. Somehow, he knew this was the right one. On the head of the key, written in pink, and in a bubbly, feminine script, surrounded by a heart, was, 'Ava's Key'. Adam cocked his head to the side, he didn't remember a tenant named Ava. He tried Ava's key in the lock and it clicked. He shrugged his shoulders, then pushed the door open. After entering, Adam slammed the door shut behind him, letting everybody in the building know: The boss was in the house!
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Re: Master of the House (M2F, Preg)

Postby laristopa » Mon Nov 02, 2020 1:10 pm

Part 2

Inside the apartment, Adam quickly realized something was very wrong. There were personal belongings everywhere! He'd just been there a few days prior, throwing out that Chrissi girl. How the hell had she moved everything back in so quickly? Even more alarming, how could his building manager have allowed it to happen?

The dingy, outdated kitchen had dishes and food everywhere. A small cloud of fruit flies swarmed around rancid leftovers on the countertop.
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The bathroom was filled with toiletries, towels and feminine hygiene products. The stained sink dripped water.
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The bedroom floor was covered in cheap female clothing, shopping bags and dirty laundry. The bed was messy and grody. Only a shameless slob could have caused disorganization like this in just a few days. The room reeked of marijuana and sex.
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And the closet...it was brimming with clothes!
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Every room Adam entered made him angrier. That fucking bitch! She had clearly not learned her lesson. This time, he wouldn't give her the items back, he would find the nearest trash compactor and destroy EVERYTHING! There was no other way she was going to learn her place.

Adam felt a twitch of panic in his chest, Roger was coming in less than thirty minutes! He had to clear the garbage out before then.

Adam thought about starting in the kitchen, but cringed at the sight of a cold, dried out piece of steak on a filthy plate resting on the counter. He would come back to the kitchen. He tossed his key ring by the door. He had so much work to do!

He ran into the bedroom and quickly opened the nearby window. He had to clear out the odor of drugs and fucking. He looked for the first thing to throw out. In the corner, he spied a small wooden jewelry box. Score! Anything left in here belonged to him now. Maybe he could pawn some jewels off to make up for lost rent. Adam rubbed his hands together and tripped over a pile of laundry before opening the box. Inside was all manner of gaudy, flashy jewelry. It was all plastic, fake garbage! This shit wasn't worth more than a few dollars! Adam fished out a pair of golden hoop earrings that caught his eye.
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These didn't look like the rest. Maybe these were worth something? He slammed the box shut and absentmindedly slipped the hoops into his ears.

Adam stood and stopped. He felt the weight of the hoops pulling down his earlobes. He reached his hand up and felt the earrings dangling. It took a second for his mind to process what had just occurred.

He didn't even have pierced ears.

Sure enough, each earlobe now had a hole. Also, he had never really made it a point to touch his own ears, but they definitely felt tiny. Were his ears always this small? Why had he put the hoops in? He tried pulling the earrings apart but found that they didn't have any sort of clasp! They were welded shut! He didn't have any equipment to cut them and wasn't about to rip his own earlobes off. He would have to worry about it later.

Adam paid the jiggling hoops no mind. He did another quick search and saw a purse sitting beneath the bed. He knelt onto the floor and reached under to pull the purse out. Maybe he could find an ID or, hell, some easy folding money. His hand slipped into the bag and he found that it was stuck. A momentary constriction of his fingers gave Adam a quick jolt of panic. He calmed down when he reasoned his finger must have gotten wedged between the bag and the bed. He withdrew his hand and shoved his other one under, hoping to have a better angle to pull. Again, the same constriction occurred. After pulling for a few seconds, the bag came loose and he ripped it out.

Adam looked down at his fingers.
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They were thin and tiny, a far cry from the sausages he had just a few second prior. The long, grey, acrylics only added to the effect. His smooth, callous-free hands looked totally out of place on his hairy wrists! These hands looked like they belonged to a woman who had never worked a day of hard labor in her life; and they were attached to HIM! Adam felt his breathing quicken while his poor brain tried to rationalize the change.

He checked the bag for an explanation.
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It wasn't a purse, it was just a makeup bag!

Adam peered inside and shifted the bags contents around. His delicate fingers looked right at home amongst the makeup. Well, no ID and no explanation! He sat on his knees for a second, glancing around. While his attention was elsewhere, Adam's hands opened a tube of red lipstick and smeared it across his lips.

Adam clutched the makeup bag and stood up. He reflexively smacked his lips together before running to the nearby vanity. His lips were plump and painted red!
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He stared at his reflection, his fat lips dominated his otherwise masculine face! How was this possible? Was it some sort of makeup trick? He figured women's features were almost always fake and obscured by their makeup...It started to make sense in Adam's mind. But even still, he couldn't believe these pillowy lips belonged to him! While staring, Adam's arms snaked under a shirt resting on the vanity and Adam heard the sound of locks clicking.

He removed his arms and saw each one now sported a feminine bracelet. Again, he couldn't figure a way to remove them short of cutting off his hands.
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Adam staggered to the bathroom, eager to wash the lipstick off. He was absolutely convinced that the size of his lips were some sort of illusion brought on by the cosmetics. He examined himself in the mirror. His- his arms looked wrong! He ripped off his button down shirt and threw it to the floor. Yeah, his arms were definitely shorter! They were essentially hairless and much, much thinner. His wrists were tiny and delicate as well. He looked like a total wimp!

Adam took quick stock of himself. His arms, hands, wrists and lips were out of place: not to mention his little ears and giant, golden hoops. The rest of his upper body, including his hairy, barrel chest and wide shoulders, above his flabby belly, all looked normal. His legs, encased in dark, loose jeans, were muscled and hairy. His feet, in tube socks and tennis shoes, were large and hairy as well. Other than his ears and lips, his face was very masculine and his hair was short, black and slicked back.

He had to get this lipstick off.

Adam turned the handle on the sink, but nothing came out. He yelled an expiative in his deep, masculine baritone which echoed in the small room. He saw the sink dripping water just minutes prior! He jumped to the shower and threw open the curtain. The walls and floor were yellowed and crusty. It was cramped, dark and dirty; a truly pitiful sight. This shower was a far cry from the shining, marble shrine to cleanliness he had in his own home. At this point, he was so desperate to wash himself that he didn't care. He turned the handle. A wave of relief washed over Adam as a weak stream of water sputtered out. A nice quick shower to calm himself down was exactly what he needed.

He removed his jeans, tennis shoes, socks and boxers. He placed his expensive cell phone and wallet onto the counter. Removing the items was made slightly harder by the long acrylic nails that he had absolutely no experience with. He dropped the articles to the floor. Adam took one last look at himself in the mirror and gulped. He stepped into the shower.

Once in the water, Adam scrubbed his lips aggressively. He felt relief as he noticed the lipstick coming off onto his feminized hands. There's no way he would allow his lips to look like that. He took a few deep breaths. Something fishy was clearly going on here, but he had to overcome it. There was money to be made. He rationalized how he could hide the changes so far.

He could put some gloves on his hands and be sure to wear a long sleeve shirt, perhaps curling up the cuffs to make the garment fit his shorter arms. The earrings...well maybe he could try and say they were some sort of religious or cultural accessory. Yeah, yeah that would definitely work. But, after the viewing, it was straight to the doctor.

Adam felt reassured. He was freaking out over nothing! it was all in his mind. Adam chuckled to himself. How silly he was being! How could he let some acrylic nails and a few pieces of jewelry worry him like that? He grabbed a nearby container labelled "Shampoo" in sharpee. He squirted some on his hair and scratched it in. Hey, at least he found something useful to do with these long nails! He lathered up his body with another bottle labelled "Soap".

As Adam enjoyed the warm water he, again, felt something was wrong. He was scrubbing his hair when, suddenly, he felt like there was a lot more hair than there should be! Adam wiped the water and shampoo from his eyes and grabbed at it. Medium length blonde locks rested between his fingers. He swiped it out of his vision and threw open the curtain. His entire body was tingling and he desperately wiped the soap and shampoo away. Adam tried to jump out of the the shower but tripped over the side of the tub. He screamed out as he fell forward, the floor rushing towards him. He smacked his forehead and everything faded to black.
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Re: Master of the House (M2F, Preg)

Postby Junketh71 » Mon Nov 02, 2020 1:51 pm

I got to admit - this is a very interesting story. Thanks for sharing!
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Re: Master of the House (M2F, Preg)

Postby laristopa » Wed Nov 04, 2020 12:24 am

Junketh71 wrote:I got to admit - this is a very interesting story. Thanks for sharing!

Thanks Junketh :)
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Re: Master of the House (M2F, Preg)

Postby laristopa » Wed Nov 04, 2020 12:39 am

Part 3

Adam awoke with a groan. His head was pounding. He slowly opened his eyes and found his bearings. He was laying on the floor of the bathroom, the shower was still on. He flipped his wet, medium length blonde hair from his face. He clutched the side of the sink and hoisted himself up. When his face found the mirror, Adam gasped. His girly hands had been busy while he was unconscious. Not only had his lipstick been reapplied, but he now had a thick layer of powder, blush, mascara and eye shadow. His face was totally dolled up! Adam's lips were still thick and pronounced, while the rest of his face, barring the makeup, was the same shape. He noticed his facial hair was gone. Adam quickly realized: It wasn't just his facial hair, his body hair was gone too! His once hairy, manly chest was now smooth as silk. His legs, arms, arm pits, and back were all hairless.

Adam reached his delicate little hand to his longer, blonde hair and growled.
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He didn't want any of this! He slammed his fist down on the sink with a loud crack. A shooting pain flared up Adam's arm. It seemed his new arms and hands were not built for such violent things. He shook it off and searched the sink area for anything that could help him.

Adam found a faded aerosol bottle labelled with a pen, "Makeup remover". He didn't want to risk getting in the shower again so he pointed the spray at his face, clenched his eyes shut, and applied a liberal spritz. He waited a few seconds before slowly opening his eyes. The makeup was still there. Adam figured it needed water to activate. He put his hand in the shower and wiped water onto his face. His hand, and the water, slid right off. He tried it again, same result. The can hadn't removed the makeup, it made it more durable!

Adam angrily threw the can to the floor and turned around. He checked in the mirror again, his facial features were more...rounded? He still looked like a man wearing makeup, but he was definitely shifting closer to androgynous with increasingly softer features. In real time, he could see the makeup warping his face, shifting and changing him. Adam had to get to the doctor before it was too late!

He searched the ground for his clothes. Behind the door? No. Under the sink? No. Outside the door? No. in the shower? No! Where were his damn clothes? His phone and wallet were missing too! His stomach dropped. With his phone gone, he couldn't call somebody to come help him.

Adam took a second to breathe. He just needed to think. Panicking wouldn't solve any issues. Okay, he had shorter, thinner arms, wrists and his hands looked very feminine with long acrylic nails. He had hoop earrings dangling beneath his medium blonde hair. His face, complete with puffy lips, was slowly becoming softer and more feminine due to the thick, durable makeup slathered on his face. Adam's mind raced, he needed to get to a doctor to make everything right! But, first, he needed to find suitable clothes. Adam wanted to leave ASAP, but didn't fancy getting arrested for public indecency on the way back to his Bentley.

Adam headed to the bedroom, intent of finding some clothing that fit him. He figured the slut had a few sets of men's clothes from boyfriends that spent the night.

Adam tore through the bedroom. He searched every drawer and every inch of closet space but found only the girliest, sluttiest clothes imaginable. Everything was flashy, sparkly and left very little to the imagination. The woman who owned this wardrobe was easy and loose, no doubt about it. Thankfully, the last possible drawer revealed exactly what Adam had been looking for! Inside a small Nike bag was a sleeveless, gray mens tank top, black basketball shorts and gray tennis shoes. The clothes were perfectly in his size, too!

What were the odds?

Adam pulled the tank over his head. Without sleeves, the top would leave his weak, short arms out in the open. His girly bracelets and hands were also uncovered.
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Next he pulled the shorts up his legs. Without any underwear, he would just have to free ball it. He certainly wasn't putting on any of the other clothes in this room. The shorts slid up his smooth, hairless legs, causing a chill to creep up his spine.
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Finally, he slipped on some gray athletic shoes. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was that these shoes were exactly his size.
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Now that he was properly dressed, Adam ran to the front door and reached for the handle. As he did, however, the door opened and a man stuck his head inside.
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"Hello?" The man asked.

Adam sprinted to the far end of the room and jumped for the couch, hoping the man hadn't seen him.

"G-go away!" Adam shouted into the frayed couch cushion. The cushion distorted his voice effectively making him sound androgynous.

"Look Lady," The man started, "I don't want to sit here and judge your..." The man stared at the piles of dishes and food, "...Lifestyle...but there are people trying to live quietly and you're making a lot of banging and yelling noises; and these walls are paper thin. Could you please tone it down?"

How dare he tell Adam what to do! Adam OWNED this place!

Adam yelled into the cushion, determined to continue hiding his face, "Hey, I own this damn apartment! You can't just barge in here and tell me what to do, Pal!"

"Ah, you must be Chrissi, then. I thought you were kicked out? You know what? I don't even want to know how you convinced our skeevy landlord to let you stay. On a side note, if one of your boyfriends comes over again to...have relations...please try to keep your noises to a minimum. Paper thin walls and all that. Nice meetin' ya. "

With that, the man carefully shut the door before Adam could say another word.

Adam's mind raced. That idiot thought he was Chrissi! That, wretched, low-life, insignificant little maggot of a man thought he was some drug addled slut. Adam sprang off the couch and stomped towards the door. He would burst out and kick that shit for brains to the curb. He was no woman!

As Adam walked across the room he noticed his body was moving very strangely. HIs chest was...jiggling and his hips were heavy. He paid the feeling no mind. He was mad.
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Re: Master of the House (M2F, Preg)

Postby Junketh71 » Wed Nov 04, 2020 10:49 am

Looks like things are changing now for real!
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Re: Master of the House (M2F, Preg)

Postby agressivelucy » Wed Nov 04, 2020 9:18 pm

Shaping up to be a great one! I hope you finish!
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Re: Master of the House (M2F, Preg)

Postby laristopa » Thu Nov 05, 2020 12:31 am

Junketh71 wrote:Looks like things are changing now for real!


agressivelucy wrote:Shaping up to be a great one! I hope you finish!


Thank you both for reading :)
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Re: Master of the House (M2F, Preg)

Postby laristopa » Thu Nov 05, 2020 2:06 am

Part 4

Adam flung the door open, determined to put the man in his place. Adam noticed he was descending the stairs.

"Hey, get back here!" Adam hollered in his deep voice.

The man turned and looked back. He initially glossed right over Adam. Was he...was he searching for the sound of the deep voice? The man didn't think Adam's masculine voice was coming from him!

"Asshole, I'm talking to you!" Adam yelled.

The man, appearing surprised, answered dryly, "I think we got off on the wrong foot, miss-"

"I'm not a 'Miss' okay? I'm a man!" Adam declared while putting his hands on his wide, jutting hips.

Wait.



His...what kind of hips?

"Well, Sir," The man sarcastically stated while rolling his eyes, "I can't say I've seen many men wearing a sports bra, short shorts and pink tennis shoes to a workout, so please forgive my ignorance."

Adam cocked his head to the side. What the hell was this crazy loser talking about? He casually looked down at himself and gasped. Adam immediately turned and sprinted back into the dirty apartment. Adam could hear the man roaring with laughter as he slammed the door behind him. He flicked the lock and looked down at himself once again.

His clothes were completely different! Gone was the men's tank top, replaced with a tiny sports bra!
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He could see two tiny mounds of fat filling the bra. The mounds were visibly expanding as he watched. It was very slow, but definitely noticeable. While his chest expanded, Adam noticed his shoulders diminished. Each passing second, his shoulders became thinner and less broad. To Adam, it looked like one part of his body was converting itself to another.

His large, masculine basketball shorts were now women's short shorts!
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His hips were growing wider and his thighs were becoming less defined. His muscle was turning to fat! He touched between his legs and let out a sigh of relief, his penis was still there.

Finally, his shoes had also changed. His gray, men's athletic shoes were replaced with pink, women's athletic shoes. They were also so much smaller. He'd gone from a men's size twelve to a women's size seven. These shoes were absolutely tiny! Adam gulped. If he was wearing these shoes, that meant his feet were just as small on the inside!
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Adam ripped the clothing off and chucked them across the living room with a frustrated grunt. He sprinted to the bathroom to survey the damage. While moving, he noticed his hips swayed from side to side in a feminine way that he couldn't control. His b-breasts and earrings also jiggled as he ran.

He stopped in front of the mirror. The person standing in front of him was- it was-

A woman.

The girl in the mirror touched her cheek with long fingernails. Her face was layered with makeup turning her femininity up to 11. She had high cheekbones; a slight chin; a weak brow; a rounded hairline; high, well-managed eyebrows; a small and slightly upturned nose; glistening, innocent, blue eyes and a puffy, kissable set of red lips. She had rather wide shoulders for a woman and what looked to be B-cup breasts. She focused on her breasts for a quick second.
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The woman in the mirror gave each tit a squeeze. These were unquestionably female tits; complete with wide areola and nipples that were standing at attention from the coolness of the room. Her belly was a little flabby and her waist was a bit wide. Her womanly hips, thick thighs and chubby ass were anything but masculine. Adam watched the young woman rub her hands down her figure before stopping at her ass. Between her legs was a medium sized, hairless cock. Her neck also had the bump of an Adam's apple.

Adam's fears were confirmed when he checked his feet. They were small, cute and hairless. They even had French tips!
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Aside from a handful of out-of-place body parts, the person in the mirror looked like a relatively pretty young woman. The young lady stared at her cock and took a reassuring breath.
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Adam was speechless. The woman in the mirror...that was HIM! He flipped his medium blonde hair away from his eyes.

Adam felt dazed, his body was changing so quickly and his brain was having trouble keeping up. He didn't know what to do next. He staggered from the bathroom and out to the kitchen, still noticing how he moved differently. He didn't do it purposefully, but his feminized proportions required it. The stench of rotten, stale food and dirty dishes assailed his senses. Adam anchored himself against the counter, too overwhelmed to care about what was on it. He was completely nude (except for his earrings) and officially freaking out.

Adam closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing. He rested his weight on the counter. He just had to get control of himself and calm down! He opened his mouth and took a nice, calming breath. As he did, Adam's hand shoved a scrap of rotten steak into his open mouth. Adam choked on the vile food scrap, but quickly swallowed it. He felt the meat slide down his esophagus like a freezing lump. Adam yelped and nearly doubled over, clutching his belly. His insides had begun to burn!

The rancid meat was eating him from the inside! Adam looked down. His waistline was receding and folding in on itself. His paunch of belly fat melted and disappeared before his eyes. When the pain finally subsided, Adam saw his waistline was tiny and flat. His hips and ass still jutted out and he now sported an hourglass figure.
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Adam threw his hands up. He needed to get away from anything that his traitorous hands could get a hold of! He wasn't about to risk putting on different clothes, and wouldn't risk going out naked. He would have to wait for the effects of...whatever was changing him to subside. He hoped that his affliction was temporary, that everything would return to the way it was. He just had to give it some time. He certainly didn't want any further changes to occur. Adam ensured the apartment door was locked. He just wouldn't answer when Roger came. He couldn't allow anybody to see him until he reversed whatever was happening!

Adam stood in the middle of the kitchen, naked, and away from everything. He folded his hands under his hairless armpits where they couldn't do any further harm. He ignored the softness of his breasts. He closed his eyes and recited a soft prayer. He prayed everything would return to normal when he opened his eyes back up. But, each time he opened them, his body was just as warped and just as feminine. If he was going to return to normal, it would take more than just a few seconds. After a few, uneventful minutes of silence, Adam's cellphone ringtone began sounding off loudly from somewhere near the couch. It was definitely Adam's ringtone, one he had heard a million times before. Someone was calling him. Adam hesitated before making a quick pros and cons in his head. He had to decide if he should attempt to locate his missing phone.

Pros:
1. He could ask whoever was calling for help.
2. Maybe he could get a call out to the police, a doctor or ANYBODY.
3. He would have his expensive cell phone back.
4. It would feel good to get some piece of his former self back.
5. Maybe his wallet (With ID, money and credit cards) was with his phone.

Cons:
1. This was almost certainly another trick and seemed way too good to be true.

Adam sighed. What choice did he have? He couldn't just stand here forever hoping something would change for the better. He had always been a doer. Besides, how much worse could it realistically get?

He listened to the ringtone and followed it to the couch. The last time he saw his phone was in the bathroom. This was certainly starting to feel more like a 'cons list' situation. The sound was coming from inside the cushions.
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Adam examined his girlish arms. At this point, it wasn't like the couch could make them any worse. He slipped his hand under the cushion and fished for the ringing phone. He found it plucked it out.
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This definitely wasn't his cell phone! Adam's phone was cutting edge with a tasteful, professional cover. This phone was very outdated with a pink and purple sparkly cover. Adam was disturbed by how natural the girly phone looked in his feminized hand.

He checked the screen which had a branching crack down the center. The caller ID read, "ZeeZee"

Adam sat on the couch, his bare ass rubbing against the rough, frayed material. He swiped to accept the call and put the phone up to his ear. He felt an electric jolt followed by an immediate numbness in his neck.

Adam opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, his vocal chords were thinning and changing.

"Hello?" A female voice on the other end of the line asked.
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Re: Master of the House (M2F, Preg)

Postby laristopa » Fri Nov 06, 2020 12:40 am

Part 5

Adam coughed a few times into the phone. To his relief, his voice suddenly returned, and the numbness in his neck subsided. But, he could feel that the pitch of his voice was different. it reverberated strangely in his throat. Adam didn't have time to worry about it, though, this unknown woman could be the help he was praying for!

Adam sputtered, "Hello? Please- please call a doctor!"

His voice was no longer booming, deep, and masculine. It was now androgynous with a medium pitch.

The woman responded, "Ava, is that you? You sound terrible! Are you okay?"

"No, it isn't Ava! I need you to- I need you to listen-"

"Don't fuck with me Ava! I call after all this time and you're still trying to jerk me around?"

Adam groaned and cleared his throat again. He would have to try a different approach. The pitch of his voice raised another few steps, "Y-yeah it's me ZeeZee, I need you to get an ambulance to my apartment. It's urgent!"

"Don't you 'ZeeZee' me! What type of shit does that drug dealing prick have you fucked up on now? I thought you'd gotten clean!"

Adam yelled frantically, "No, no, you don't understand, I'm not high! I'm a man and- and- I keep changing!" Adam looked down and jumped off the couch before screaming, "My ass is getting bigger as we speak! Aghhh!"

Adam spoke the truth. Sitting on the couch was slowly widened his hips and pluming his ass.

"Oh yeah, Ava? You're a man now, huh? Such a manly man now. Doesn't matter that I've seen your naked tits dozens of times and I've literally had my tongue in your fucking pussy. Nope, you're real manly alright." The woman sighed, "Whatever Ava. You clearly don't want to change and don't give a fuck about me."

Adam pleaded in a smoky alto, "Please, just listen to me!"

ZeeZee's voice softened, "I'm done listening to you, Ava. I love you too much to watch you go through this again."

"No, please! L-Listen, I-"

*Click*

Adam was standing naked near the couch. He tried unlocking the phone to make a call, but didn't know the passcode. He grunted in his new, feminine pitch and angrily threw the phone down in a fit of frustration. In front of the couch was a old-school television.
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Adam approached the television and crouched down. He looked at his reflection in the screen. He still couldn't believe how much he'd changed. He touched his girly hand to his feminine face. He had to beat this somehow, but what was he going to do? What was his next step? How could he-

The television suddenly lit up.

Adam's eyes were immediately glued to the screen which began rapidly flashing images and subliminal messages. He tried to pull his gaze away, but he'd already been ensnared. Adam's eyes were open wide and he couldn't move. He couldn't think. He couldn't blink. His brain was absorbing the messaging of the flashing images like a sponge. Adam whispered to himself as he backpaddled and plopped his naked ass down onto the couch.

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"Femininity is my strength...femininity is my strength"

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"Stupid is sexy...I want to be sexy...Stupid is sexy...I want to be sexy..."

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"I want cock...I crave cock...I need cock...I want cock...I crave cock...I need cock..."

The sofa expanded his ass slowly, but all of Adam's focus was squarely on the screen. After being completely lost in hypnosis for an unknown length of time, the images ceased, and the screen turned black. Ava was left staring with his mouth agape. A trickle of spit dribbled down his chin.

Ava sat for a few minutes, his thoughts seemingly lost in a fog. He stood up. His already fat ass was absolutely huge now. He had a ghetto booty with a shelf of fat behind him and definite thunder thighs.
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Ava's expression was completely blank. He blinked a few times, but the fogginess in his head refused to dissipate. He staggered from the living room to his bedroom. His giant ass wobbled with each step. His thoughts were slow and labored. He absentmindedly shifted his gaze from one pile of clothes to the next.

Unknown to Ava, his brain was being rewired piece by piece, connection by connection. His desires, his dreams, his expertise, general knowledge, relationships, orientation, everything was changing and shifting. One thing Ava knew was that he needed to get out of his apartment. He didn't quite remember why, but he knew it was very important.

Ava poked his head out the open window and leaned out. Maybe he could find what his foggy brain found so important out there. He could see an expensive Bentley in the distance. It looked so familiar...did that car belong to him? Ava shook his head. Not a chance, there was no way he could ever afford a car like that!

As Ava stared at the expensive car, he heard a male voice coming from the street. Ava looked down and saw a group of high school aged boys pointing and laughing at him. He realized his b-cup tits were hanging down and jiggling for the boys to see. Ava saw they were enjoying the show and it made him feel...good...

Ava shook his shoulders, allowing his boobs and earrings to shake back and forth. The boys were clapping and cheering.

One of the boys yelled up, "Hey, baby, why don't you come down here so we can get to know you better!?"

Ava felt himself blushing. He yelled back playfully in his smoky alto, "In your dreams! I don't date little boys!"

Ava smirked and began shutting the window, but heard one final shout from below, "I'll date those tits with my jizz, biiiiiitch!"

Ava secured the window and shook his head, boys will be boys! Ava's brain was still foggy but, he was still pretty positive he had to get outside and looking out didn't really help. He would have to go out.

But first, he would have to get dressed properly!
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