Crossing Over(Various, Mostly Trait Swap)

Crossing Over(Various, Mostly Trait Swap)

Postby GoodGuy » Wed Jun 15, 2016 11:59 pm

Crossing Over
by Greinskyn and Nomdreserv

The sudden pull of gravity caught Tiana off guard. Not being familiar with the laws of this world, the brunette stumbled. It was her first trip to this dimension after all. The demon awkwardly rose, and took in the surroundings. Apparently this was a rather large village, for the hovels were far larger than Gor'ha had described. From her position between two such structures, Tiana could see humans moving about on a strip of white stone. Strange carriages carried still more humans along a raven black road. Tiana had heard of the primitive means these creatures employed to travel. These were not such contrivances. She could detect neither magic nor life-force emanating from them. Only a menacing growl and a foul stench was emitted at their passing. 'Apparently much has changed in the 700 years since Gor'ha's last visit here' she pondered.

Tiana wasn't content to watch from afar; she hadn't the luxury to, anyway. Young and impetuous (even for a demon), she had braved the great risks involved in crossing over. Even though the rumors were true about a weakening of barriers between the two dimensions, she had expended a great deal of energy to get here. Tiana needed to feed.

She could sense the trace energies flowing from the humans. Though fleeting, they tasted wonderful. Tiana found herself drawn to them. Her first few steps were clumsy and slow. She had to carefully make her way along the wall, using the cool surface for balance and support. Now that she was closer to them, Tiana found the energies to be more distinct; each with their own distinct taste. Their flavor seemed to be related to the thoughts and feelings of the humans. Tiana found that by concentrating she could "read" these thoughts.

A female walking along the stone path caught her attention. The demon studied the woman's gait noting how it differed from the males of the species. Reaching into her mind Tiana found the knowledge she needed to duplicate her walk. Too impatient to merely study the information, she "took" it.

Knowledge filled her head. She knew how to walk and run, even how to seduce men with a sensuous sway. Tiana tried it out. With an elegant grace the demon paced about, reveling in the feeling. Of course the sight of a six year old swaying her hips in such an exaggerated fashion didn't hold nearly the effect that was intended A loud scream and crash brought her out of her reverie. Before she could even turn to investigate, Tiana was hit by a wave of energy...

Tami was on her way to the modeling agency for a shoot. She hoped the photographer was that handsome Latino man from the beach. The mere thought of his smooth dark skin against hers was making her wet. Tami was about to call Mary at the office to check when her legs went slack. She fell to the ground in a heap, arms flailing. The suddenness of the accident caused her to scream. She lay there dazed, but, didn't feel hurt. After a few prods to be sure, she went to stand. To her shock Tami couldn't remember how! There she was on her hands and knees unable to rise.

"What the fuck!" She screamed. Her voice carrying the horror and confusion she felt.

Tiana stumbled again; not from a lack of balance, but, from the luxurious flow of energy. She needed to get closer to the source. By the flavor she knew it was the yellow haired woman.

Tami couldn't believe it; she had no idea how to walk. Countless trips down the runway were now a distant memory. All she could manage was to crawl like a baby. The painful concrete scraping her knees and palms was a reminder that this was no dream.

Even with the pain Tami thought she must be delusional. A dark haired little girl was coming towards her; the predatory smile on her face was absolutely haunting. That wasn't what Tami's mind was having problems accepting, however. This girl was walking down the sidewalk absolutely nude!

Tiana saw her first meal crawling on the ground. She tasted so delicious! Tiana wanted more. As their eyes met, she was rewarded with another bit of information. Apparently humans only go outside wearing garments. After a brief study of Tami's mind she "Took" much of that knowledge too. Armed with this Tiana realized how well dressed the woman lying before her was. The demon was easily able to conjure up such an outfit herself, but, wanted something from this world. With a simple thought Tiana now wore the distraught woman's dress.

Tiana had to magically enhance the fabric to better fit her small frame. Not only did the garment have to be smaller, it had to change proportions. The low cut design was meant to emphasize an impressive cleavage and looked rather ridiculous on the flat chest of the demon child. Tiana didn't care about this; she was so caught up in the fact that she now possessed human things

Tami looked slightly up at the little girl before her. There was something different about her. She realized the child was now wearing clothes. Tami thought there was something familiar about them, but, couldn't put her finger on it. She knew she must look ridiculous on her hands and knees like this. Tami decided to assume a slightly less humiliating position and rolled over to sit on the sidewalk. The action caused some extra swinging motion from her unrestricted breasts. The realization of this hit home the same time as her bare bottom met the cold concrete.

Tami's eyes went wide as she realized she was completely naked. One hand shot to her exposed breasts the other farther south, hoping to cover her nudity. Though the demon had taken most of her knowledge on style and fashion Tami was fully aware that she needed to be dressed!

The combination of humiliation, fear, confusion and shock provided an amazing mix of flavors. Tiana quickly forgot about the dress and stood there taking it all in. Soon, however, different tastes started to filter in. At first she thought they were additional emotions from the yellow haired female. As they grew stronger and more distinct, Tiana realized these were coming from somewhere else. New emotions; concern, curiosity, and even arousal from other humans began to pull her attention from the stricken woman. They also reminded her of Gor'ha's warnings. Tiana realized she was very conspicuous and therefore vulnerable.

Not having any experience with glamour spells, the young demon decided to retreat from her meal. Tiana drew upon Tami's knowledge and assumed her calm sophisticated gait. 'There are so many humans here I shouldn't have to wait long to find another meal' she thought. Her departure was barely registered by the gathering crowd. Apparently the sight of a naked blond bombshell sitting on the sidewalk was more interesting than the oddly dressed little girl...

Tami's day did not improve with the absence of the demon. The goggling crowd had been reluctant to offer any covering. When something was finally offered, she had to struggle to put on the coat. Her face burned in shame at the laughter that erupted after she put it on backwards. When the police finally arrived, they thought she was on drugs. After a thorough cavity search was conducted she was placed in a holding cell.

A couple days later and faced with negative blood tests, they eventually had to admit the hysterical woman had other problems. Psychologists labeled her condition as some form of amnesia. With a lot of effort, Tami did eventually learn to walk again. Her clumsy plodding steps were a far cry from her model's walk. She never was able to reacquire any sense of fashion. The mismatched clothing she wore, often in wildly conflicting colors, drew odd looks from both sexes...

Tiana made her way along the path looking for something more, something new. She didn't have to wait long. Ahead of her, two girls had just come out of one of the buildings. Still tingling from her first feeding, she contented herself with just reading the girls' minds. Apparently this wasn't living quarters at all, but, rather a merchant's shop. These two had just given money to have their skin darkened. She was amused that these helpless creatures had to resort to such means to alter their bodies.

The girls were emitting a pleasant aura. They were pleased that the tanning procedures were working so well. Tiana really liked this new energy; it had a sweet taste to it. She followed close behind the pair feeding and enjoying their thoughts. Soon, the novelty began to wane. Tiana wanted more. As she listened to the girls complimenting each other on their new tans an idea came to her. Humans gave off energy based upon the type and level of their emotions. The young demon smiled wickedly as she remembered the flood of power she'd drank in when Tami had been relieved of her clothes and walk. As sweet as this aura was, the demon preferred quantity. If getting darker made them happier, then the opposite should be true as well.

"This new skin bronzer is soooo our thing!" Amy said, her face beaming.

Andrea couldn't help but agree. This was their sixth session and the results were spectacular; or so she had thought. Looking down at her arms, she noticed that they appeared lighter than before. 'Must be the light' she guessed. A quick glance at Amy showed her friend looked paler too now that she was outside. Maybe this new bronzer wasn't so superior to the old methods of tanning.

Amy was discretely checking out her friend as well. Her skin tended to run on the dark side anyway, but, this new treatment gave her a deep dark tan. 'Well at least a deep tan' she amended also noticing how the bright sun seemed to diminish her tone.

Tiana continued to stalk her prey. She could sense her skin darkening from the melanin she was draining from the two girls. Even though she could have made the changes herself, she found the enhancements taken from these creatures to be much more pleasurable. The feeling their traits gave, more than offset the lessening enjoyment she was receiving from their contentment.

The girls were on their way to meet another member of the "Triple A's"; a group made up of Amy, Andrea, and Alana. The trio traveled everywhere together; well, almost everywhere. Alana refused to go to the tanning salon with her friends. She had a far less developed tan than they, but, worried what effects the chemicals could cause. 'It's worth the risk' Andrea gloated, thinking how her skin would stand out against the other girls' She was a true beach bum and was looking forward to the warm sandy wonderland to show off her body. Her golden tan would look even better in comparison to their lighter skinned friend.

The pair was headed to the beach at that very instant as they had agreed to catch up with Alana there. It was only about a half a mile so they arrived in no time. Amy spotted her first and waved. Alana didn't see them right away as she was smearing sun block on her body. Only when Andrea shouted did the young woman look up to see her friends approaching.

'Why do they waste their time at those damn tanning salons?' she asked herself. Not only were they expensive, and possibly dangerous, they apparently were ineffective. The last idea came to her as she saw the two approaching. Alana couldn't help but notice how the pair looked hardly darker than when they started.

Amy and Andrea still had their bikinis on under their street clothes. They made a show of undressing, drawing every movement out as they removed each garment. Andrea loved how the men reacted whenever she performed this maneuver. They had now idea how obvious they were in their ogling despite their efforts to camouflage it. Even now Andrea could see several guys "discretely" checking her out.

Amy adjusted her suit to make sure everything was in order. Looking down at the taut nylon she wished she had wore a lighter colored suit; the black fabric made her skin look absolutely pale! The sun felt unusually strong on her skin causing a desire to take a dip in the cool water. She tried to coax her two friends to come along, but they were more interested in sunbathing and attracting boys. Amy shrugged her shoulders and dashed into the water.

The rapidly darkening demon watched as Alana and Andrea donned their sunglasses and reclined on their towels. By now the two girls were now roughly the same shade. Tiana looked at her thin little arms noting their almond color. From what she had learned, this was the ideal tone the two humans had been hoping to obtain. They still had more to drain, but, she wanted to remain at what they considered an ideal level. 'What should I do with the rest?' she pondered. Looking again at the two reclining girls, she had an idea.

Andrea shifted uncomfortably on her towel. The heat from the sun was actually a bit painful. It had only been a few minutes since she'd lain down, still... With an aggravated huff she rolled over onto her stomach. No longer facing the sun, Andrea took off her sunglasses. Alana was lying beside her, still on her back. She had to admit the other girl's skin was getting darker. Andrea reveled in the fact that the girl would never get as dark as herself. With a glint in her eye she reached out to compare shades. The alabaster colored hand that came into view made her gasp.

'What the hell?' She thought, her mind refusing to believe what she saw.

In a panic she sprang upright to get a better look. Her marvelous tan was gone! To her horror ALL her tan was gone!

"Oh my God!" She screamed, running her hands over her body.

Her yell froze everyone in a hundred yard radius. All around people turned to look at the hysterical albino-looking girl frantically hopping about.

"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" Andrea continued.

Amy, who had been floating on her back, heard the scream. 'That sounds like Andrea' she thought, suddenly concerned. She rolled over and scanned the beach where she had left her friends. Her friend was nowhere to be seen, though it was too far to tell for sure. Amy started wading towards the shore.

As she approached the scene of the commotion, Amy spotted the cause. Through the wall of onlookers she caught glimpses of a girl with the palest skin she had ever seen. In addition to the frantic ravings she appeared to be jumping all about in a panic. 'That girl looks familiar' she thought. The idea was ridiculous; Amy would have remembered someone with skin like that.

Tiana had been hit with a flood of energy. The strong flow from the girl had since been compounded many times over by the horde of onlookers. It was too much for the little demon to handle. Blindly she staggered away, bumping into the curious humans as she went. All she knew was that she had to distance herself or die.

It was unnerving that this was happening exactly where she had left her friends; Amy had to get through. The encircling crowd had since gathered even closer. Excited voices and pointing fingers, not to mention laughter marked the general scene. Amy expected it to be difficult to get past. To her surprise people made a path for her. It looked like Moses parting the red sea as people stepped aside allowing her to get by.

Amy realized she was beginning to draw some of the attention as well. People were pointing at her now. Wide eyes and shocked expressions were making her uneasy. At the same time she began to realize this, the last person between her and the hysterical girl stepped back. The two locked eyes. It was Andrea. Both girls froze, unable to believe the sight before them.

All around them the crowd buzzed.

"Are they sisters?" on older lady asked.

"I hope it's not a disease!" Another joined in.

Countless other comments were thrown into the jumble, though the two girls didn't hear any of it. Finally one of the girls spoke;

"Oh my god," Andrea said, pointing to her friend. "It's happened to you too!"

Amy raised her hands to find all remnants of her tan had disappeared along with her friend's. The ivory complexion was totally foreign to her.

"No." Amy managed a weak whisper.

Her weak outward response didn't reflect the terror that was flooding her thoughts. Amy's mind was reeling. The crowd of onlookers pushing in around her made her claustrophobic. She ran.

Andrea watched her close friend flee. Suddenly she was overcome with the same urge and followed the rapidly fleeing pale form.

The crowd, deprived of its entertainment, began to disperse. They thinned out except for a sole person. The young deeply tanned beauty stood speechless. Alana was still in shock at the sight of her two friends. Sure, she had warned them about the chemicals they were submitting themselves to, but, she had never imagined something like this. Numbly she reached out with a golden brown limb and picked up her things. Fortunately for her she didn't realize the nice tan she now possessed. The shock might have been too much for her at that instant.

Tiana lay dazed on the sand. Fortunately for the little demon she had distanced herself from the scene. Had she still been close when Amy discovered her own changes Tiana might have ceased to exist. As it was she teetered on the fine line between ecstasy and oblivion.

Elsewhere, the two white girls (literally) had sought refuge in one of the bath houses. There they stripped naked to take in the full damage. Gone were any sense of skin color, let alone a tan of any sort. Their ivory skin contrasted the darkness of their hair. It was a sight that any sheik would give a fortune for.

Their families of course sued SkinBronzer over the incident. Refusing to settle out of court, the matter went to trial. In hindsight they should have settled, as SkinBronzer Corp. unleashed their ace legal team to crush them. The team, led by Natalie Richards, manipulated the trial with an ease that was simply demonic. Amy and Andrea received nothing. After the verdict the two distraught girls burst into tears. Alana, tried her best to comfort them, but, the sight of her dark tan only reminded them further of their loss.

Addition by Nomdreserv

Tiana got up and walked away from the crowd, temporarily satisfied. The reactions of the crowd had been wonderful, not as intense as the victims themselves, but so much more varied. These humans really were extraordinary animals.

And so different in size and form. The larger ones seemed to come in two general body types. She assumed this was their physical _expression for male and female. Demons also expressed sexual dimorphism, but it wasn't locked into a physical form as it was here. That was restrictive on the surface, but also opened up unique possibilities, and was something else she intended to experience while she was here.

Even allowing for that, she was beginning to realize that her own body type seemed to be in a minority. She was noticeably smaller than most of the people, male or female. There were some her size or smaller who seemed to stay together in groups near the larger ones. Based on the range of sizes, she assumed there must be some kind of natural progression. She looked over at two females sitting together - a large one sitting in a chair, and a smaller one digging in the sand of the beach. The larger one's body had a different shape and curves, the smaller one more energetic. What properties made them that way? She reached out with her mind ...

Marianne Raisley thought she heard something or someone, but it was a very strange echo - more like something in her mind than an actual sound. She looked up to make sure her 8 year old daughter Caitlin was all right, then went back to her magazine.

Interesting, Tiana thought as she expanded her control. She thought she understood more of the physiology, and decided to experiment.

Caitlin was filling her hole with water when she noticed her bathing suit digging into her at the shoulders and crotch. She stood up, tried to readjust it, then ran to her mother.

"Mommy, my suit's too small," she complained.

Marianne looked up from her magazine. "Don't be ridiculous. We just bought ..."

She stopped in surprise. The suit really did look too small, by at least two sizes. Marianne assumed she must have misjudged it in the fitting room, or perhaps the water had shrunk it. The tight, undersized suit made Caitlin look older too, emphasizing longer legs and - to Marianne's shock - the first signs of breast buds underneath. Her little girl was growing up. It was amazing how fast that could sneak up on you.

Of course, she had no idea just how true that was in this case.

"I'm sorry, dear. We'll buy you a new one tonight."

"OK, Mommy." Caitlin made do as best she could and ran back to the water, her skinny little behind beginning to creep around the undersized suit's bottom.

Or maybe it wasn't so skinny. Marianne could swear it looked rounder in just that minute, as though it was filling in before her eyes. But that was ridiculous.

Caitlin tried to play in the water, but her suit was feeling more and more uncomfortable. She looked down and noticed something else - the front was rounding out in an unmistakable pattern, just like her mommy and the other grown up ladies. She knew girls developed breasts when they got older, but had assumed it happened over a longer period. In any case, she was fascinated as they pushed farther out from her chest, becoming more and more noticeable, especially when combined with the shrinking suit. She tried to push one back in experimentally, and was surprised to find how soft it was, but even more the feeling of pleasure as she massaged it. It felt good. She also felt her nipples perk up under her fingers, and found even more pleasure in touching them.

The front of the suit wasn't only becoming very tight, but her burgeoning breasts were beginning to tug the front down. A woman saw her touching herself and made a disgusted noise, prompting her to get up and run back to her mother.

"Look, Mommy! I'm getting my breasts!"

Marianne looked up expecting some joke, and instead gasped at the sight. Her daughter was noticeably taller, having sprouted at least 4 inches in the few minutes since she'd left. Her face was more mature, though still recognizable, but her body was another matter entirely. She had small but very real breasts, beginning to round out into half moons, and her hips were wider, like she belonged in high school. The combination of growth and development threatened to tear what was left of her suit to pieces.

"Oh my God!" she cried, reaching out to gather Caitlin into her arms. "What's happening?"

Caitlin pulled back a few inches, staring at her mother's face.

"You look funny," she announced.

Marianne looked down in surprise. She couldn't see her face, but what she could see looked fine. More than fine, in fact. She noticed that her hands seemed much smoother and less wrinkled than before, and her legs looked fantastic - long and smooth, more like a college student than a 38 year old mother. Her annoying tummy bulge had all but disappeared too, making her breasts look higher and rounder.

And ... smaller?

This wasn't possible, but it almost looked like they were smaller in her suit. She'd been a C-cup ever since having Caitlin, and had actually tended towards a D-cup with her recent weight gain, but the way her suit compressed them now, she looked more like a B.

"Oops," Caitlin said as her own suit snapped, the top straps losing their double battle against her size and growing chest. Immediately, her own teenaged breasts popped into view, and Marianne reached around to grab a towel to cover her.

And by the time she turned back, she was looking her daughter straight in the eye.

They were almost perfectly matched, like 18 year old sisters, and they could only gaze at each other in shock for several seconds.

And then, as if the horrors weren't piling up fast enough, Marianne found herself looking up into her daughter's face.

Caitlin giggled, the childish laugh sounding strange with her older voice.

"Mommy, you're getting little."

It was true, and in more ways than one. Marianne looked at her dwindling body in disbelief, especially as her own breasts began to shrink back into her chest. She grabbed at them to no avail, though it did allow her to feel as they reduced from firm, full globes, to cushiony rounded mounds, then soft swellings, then small bumps beneath the nipples, and then...

Nothing. She was as flat-chested as a preschooler. The front of her suit hung loosely, the built in bra still pushing it out in a distorted memory of her former assets. In fact, her whole suit hung loosely now, the top barely staying up, and the crotch beginning to slip down unrecognizably thin legs. They needed to get help. She looked back to Caitlin.

And found herself staring straight into her daughter's large breasts. Caitlin had pulled the towel open to look at them, and Marianne found she was only chest high to her now, providing a perfect view.

They didn't exactly look like teenaged breasts any more though. They had become much fuller, but softer, and drooped slightly. The nipples were also much larger and darker.

"Aren't they cool, Mommy?" Caitlin asked, shaking them slightly.

Marianne looked up past the shaking breasts and found her daughter smiling. The carefree smile was familiar, but otherwise she might not have recognized the face. The larger jaw and brow showed a woman of maturity, and the faint lines around her eyes and mouth showed one heading into middle age. The bottom part of her overstretched suit could barely contain her matronly ass and an accompanying tummy bulge, making it look like some weird kind of thong.

"Stay here!" Marianne ordered. She ran to the nearest adults.

"You have to help us!" she cried. "My daughter over there needs your help!"

The man barely contained his surprise at being addressed by a little girl falling out of an adult-sized swimsuit, and whatever disposition he might have felt about helping disappeared as soon as he saw the half-naked woman in the bizarre thong touching her naked breasts.

"Sick!" he announced. "Go tell your mother to cover up or I'll have her arrested."

"She's not my mother!" the little girl cried desperately. "I'm my ... I mean, she's my... she's only 8 years old!"

He snorted derisively. "Yeah, right. Now, go away."

Marianne ran to the next couple, but with much the same result. Tiana just laughed and drank in her fear and anguish. She considered switching some of their personality traits, but decided she liked it better this way. She moved on.

It had been very interesting watching the little girl's body change as she added her mother's years to it. She looked at her own undeveloped physique and wondered if she could do the same. More to the point, could she develop her front and lower body like that without necessarily changing her age?

It seemed like an interesting experiment, so she chose another woman lying and sunning herself as a donor. The woman was certainly impressively developed, as she inferred from the striking curves of her body and the reactions of the men looking at her, and therefore seemed a perfect target.

Susan was enjoying the feel of the sun on her body, and also reveled in the daring bikini she had chosen. She knew she was a little big up top to wear one, but had enjoyed the appreciative and obvious stares from the men when she had appeared on the beach. Her philosophy was if you had it, flaunt it.

She turned over, enjoying the way her large breasts pushed into the soft sand. Maybe she would really tease them and untie her top. If someone particularly intriguing showed up, she might even flash a little before covering up.

She felt a pleasant tingle in her breasts at the thought. Oddly enough, however, they didn't seem to push quite as hard into the sand afterwards. She shifted a bit, and was surprised to feel so little pressure on her front. Strangely enough, her bikini top even seemed to move as though it was loose.

She decided to sit up and tighten it, but as she turned back onto her back, she was greeted by the impossible sight of her bikini bra all but collapsing onto her chest. She pulled the deflated cups back out and gasped at what she saw.

Or rather, what she didn't see. Her cups were almost empty, the barest of A-cup swellings still pushing out from her chest. And even as she watched, those last remnants of her once abundant cleavage disappeared as well, leaving her two large nipples and the surrounding areolas as the only proof that her completely flat chest was still feminine.

She grabbed at her chest in dismay and stood up. Immediately, her bikini bottom slipped low on her narrow, boyish hips, threatening to continue down her now skinny, straight legs. She barely contained a scream at her inexplicably transformed body. Her legs, hips and chest had no curves whatever. She was still as tall as ever, but otherwise had the body of 6 year old. In fact, her bikini had slipped enough to reveal that it was literally true in even the most intimate of places. She began turning around, as though somehow she might have misplaced her curves, while touching herself in disbelief.

And she was so caught up in her own disaster that she didn't notice the bizarre appearance of a little girl standing a short distance away. The girl looked to be about 8 years old by her height and face, but her body was caricature of a voluptuous woman's, sporting breasts as large as her head and hips three times the width of her waist.

And she didn't look happy.

Tiana struggled with the added weight of her gigantic breasts, which seemed about the size of beach balls to her comparatively small torso and threatened to overbalance her. She found it very difficult to even stand up straight, and almost fell when she tried to walk because of the new, awkward shape of her hips and legs.

In disgust, she decided the experiment was a failure, and sucked Susan's age away as well to balance the new equipment. Susan therefore, barely able to comprehend what was happening anyway, felt a dizzying sensation as the ground seemed to rush up towards her. A second later, her even more pathetically oversized bikini bottom dropped to the ground, and she was left with only the baggy top, the cups hanging empty and down to her waist.

But at least her body's development now matched her size and overall appearance.

It was too much for her, and she ran screaming up the beach, just wanting to go hide until she could understand what had happened. A few people looked or stared, but no one paid too much attention.

After all, a six year old running around half naked was no big deal.

Tiana felt better after gaining her adult size, but then noticed her dress was too tight, no longer able to contain her adult body. It was an interesting indication of demon psychology that she jettisoned the absorbed years and curves rather than simply altering her dress, quickly reverting to her child's body. She had developed a fondness for it, and also decided the children here attracted less attention.

And close by, a college student on summer break abruptly aged 15 years, changing from a slim young woman on the first cusp and full bloom of adulthood to a mature woman rapidly approaching middle age. She unconsciously tugged at her suddenly tight and awkwardly fitting bikini, not noticing that her older, saggier breasts were barely contained within the cups, or the way the bottom highlighted the soft flesh of her spreading belly. And she had no way of seeing the faint lines and wrinkles which appeared on her face as the skin aged and thinned. And she would spend the rest of her life assuming her skin had undergone some kind of bizarre sun damage from faulty sunblock.

And a man napping peacefully would wake up with a heavy set of female breasts and a swimsuit stretched too tightly across wide hips and a full, womanly ass.

Tiana noticed that some of the women seemed more self conscious than others, and some wore smaller swimsuits showing off more of their bodies. She also noticed the pattern often closely followed body size - women with more mass seemed more ill at ease and likely to cover up than the ones with less weight. She wondered what would happen if she changed that...

Brittany and Tiffany were alpha girls, make no doubt about it. Although still in high school, they had more confidence and attitude than most of the adult women. Both had gorgeous bodies, slim but with noticeable curves, beautiful faces and long, shimmering hair. They sat together on their beach towels, glorying in their own perfection and positions of dominance, positions which were especially emphasized when a classmate walked by.

"Look at Kimberley over there," Brittany pointed out a girl in a slightly tight racing suit. "Like, omigod, she must have gained at least 10 pounds this summer."

"Totally. Ever since she started working at Burger Barn with Jessie. I am so glad we got our jobs at the New Generation Gap."

She referred to a very trendy teen girls' clothing store that only hired the slimmest, best looking girls to avoid "scaring off" customers - a joke only the girls lucky enough to be hired were allowed in on.

"Oh God, here comes Jessie now," Brittany warned her.

Sure enough, Jessie had joined Kimberley. She was also a little overweight - not really fat, but with enough of a stomach to test the spandex of her suit. Both girls glanced over at the alphas.

"Omigod, they are looking at us," Brittany complained.

"Hi!" Tiffany waved at the girls with fake enthusiasm. "Like, come on over and join us."

Kimberley and Jessie didn't seem sure about that, but reluctantly walked over.

"Hi! How totally cool to see you! How are you?" Brittany greeted them with syrupy sweetness.

"OK," the girls mumbled.

"And I absolutely love your suits," Tiffany added in a gush, barely containing a giggle. "You must have had them a few years though, right? Because they seem a little tight."

Kimberley and Jessie blushed, while the alphas giggled. Finally, Kimberley spoke up angrily.

"You know, just because not everyone can afford personal trainers and special diets..."

"Special diets? You mean like your burger and fries diet?" More giggles.

Jessie was about to jump to her friend's defense, when she stopped because of an odd sight. With each breath and giggle, Tiffany's bikini top seemed to be pushing out a little farther. It was almost like her breasts were getting bigger.

A second later, and she realized the same thing was happening to Brittany. Both girls seemed to have gained a cup size right before her eyes. Talk about unfair! As if they weren't blessed enough.

Though now that she noticed, maybe it wasn't such a blessing. Although the girls seemed bigger up top, their breasts seemed to lose some of their perkiness, sagging a little into their cute but now undersized tops. It was almost as though they had gained all their extra size through an infusion of soft fat rather than normal growth. She looked on in shock as their softer, more abundant cleavage jiggled and shook from the laughter.

Another second, and Kimberley had noticed it too. Not only that, but the same thing was happening elsewhere. Both girls watched in amazement as Brittany and Tiffany seemed to add pounds right in front of them. Their faces lost their sharp angles, rounded and softened, the first hints of double chins following quickly thereafter. Their tight little asses spread out beneath them, like they were melting in the hot sun. Their hard, flat bellies softened then began to round out, finally pooching out over the top of their increasingly tight bikini bottoms.
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Re: Crossing Over(Various, Mostly Trait Swap)

Postby GoodGuy » Thu Jun 16, 2016 12:01 am

Conclusion by Greinskyn

The sight of the expanding girls left Jessie and Kimberley speechless. They just stood there as the countless wishes of those tortured by the duo were coming true; Brittany and Tiffany were getting fat. Jessie finally tore her gaze away and looked to her friend to see if she was seeing the same thing. Kimberley didn't have to be asked; the look on her face showed she was just as amazed.

Jessie went to look again at Brittany and Tiffany when something caught her eye. Kimberley's face looked different, sharper and thinner. Jessie's eyes went wide as she took in the rest of her figure. Kimberley's breasts had significantly reduced and were now riding high and firm. The tummy bulge, that had started to strain her outfits, was gone too, leaving a flat stomach in its wake. The resilient nylon now hugged her suddenly tight little ass. Jessie realized how much her friend now resembled the way Brittany and Tiffany had looked only a minute ago.

As if on their own, Jessie's hands began to explore her own body. The significantly smaller firmer figure they found momentarily took her breath away. She wanted to confirm what she felt, but, couldn't bring herself to look. It was as if gazing upon her most fervent wish might break the spell. Jessie's hands prodded and probed, and eventually drifted to her derriere. Here too her body had been mysteriously reduced...no...make that reducing. She felt her hands pulling in closer as the ever tightening flesh continued its retreat.

"Oh my!" Jessie's voice suddenly burst out.

The unexpected exclamation yanked Kimberley's attention away from the chubby pair seated before her. She turned to Jessie and saw the equally shocking sight of her wide eyed friend feeling up her ass! At least the slim person standing beside her resembled Jessie...

Brittany noticed something was wrong. Jessie and Kimberley, normally so fun to humiliate, should be in tears by now. Instead, they seemed to be more interested in each others bodies. 'Omigod, they're not Lesbos are they?' she wondered. A smile formed on Brittany's fuller face as a new tactic to embarrass the girls came to mind. She turned to Tiffany to share the idea and froze.

Tiffany was fat! The laughing girl sported a double chin and dimples. Her whole body appeared to be layered in a soft cushion. The straps of her too small suit were digging into her yielding flesh. Her soft drooping breasts were spilling out the sides unable to be contained within. Brittany could hardly believe the sight before her. The formerly slim blonde must have gained 30 pounds!

Brittany found herself pulling away from the stricken girl, afraid that it might be contagious. The action proved uncustomarily difficult. "Unggh" she groaned.

Not only was the movement more difficult than expected, it was accompanied by a strange sway on her chest. Brittany felt a tug as her shifting mammaries put an extra strain on her top. Suddenly there was a "Snap!" as the fabric gave up the struggle. Brittany immediately felt her breasts push out and sag downward...

Tiffany heard her friend groan and turned to investigate. A giggle was frozen in mid gig as she was greeted by the sight of an impossibly large Brittany bursting out of her top. Her eyes followed the freed globes as they swayed and settled. Unable to believe this was her friend, Tiffany scrutinized the big girl's face. The face was fuller, but, undeniably Brittany's...

Tiana was savoring the rush of this particularly satisfying meal. Simultaneously affecting changes on the four human females was simply delicious. It was more than just the quantity, she realized. It was the types of manipulations and their relation to the ones affected. The sweet taste of pleasure as one received something they desired, mixed with the raw power from the horror of loss, created a "Blend". Tiana found this blend especially tasty.

Kimberley and Jessie were busy checking out their bodies. Kimberley was reveling in her newfound slimness. She ran her hands across her tight body encased in an ever loosening suit. The top though, was getting especially loose and began to draw more of her attention. Her now firm perky breasts were retreating even further; in a panic she cupped them. Her horror only increased as the globes became mounds, then mere bumps...

Jessie too was finding herself getting thinner. While admiring her stomach, she became aware of the fact it was now actually concave. She looked down, noting her ribs were now becoming visible. She was so absorbed with this she didn't notice right away how easy it was to see past her nascent breasts lost in the loose fabric. It didn't take that long, however...

Unbelievably all the girl's discoveries took place at the same instant; their screams were perfectly timed.

Tiana actually took a step back at the sudden influx. While stimulating, the powerful negative energy flow wasn't as delicious as the "Blend" she'd come addicted to. Becoming bored with the foursome she went in search of another meal.

Tiana hadn't realized the permanence of her alterations of the four girls; nor would she have cared. Kimberley and Jessie were forever thin...forever too thin. They found that no matter how much they ate they couldn't gain any curves back. The emaciated hollow cheeked girls found little comfort in their ability to eat without check or wear a size two.

Tiffany and Brittany fared no better. Their reubenesque bodies were no longer welcome at work or with their circle of "Friends." The cutting remarks they received, so similar to the ones they had given for years, now brought tears to their eyes. For a time they struggled with strict diets and strenuous exercise. The lack of results and the ridicule they received at the club eventually caused them to give up. Ironically they wound up working at Burger Barn under Jessie and Kimberley...

Tiana was a quick student, especially when it came to feeding. The essential ingredients for a good blend appeared to be pride and jealousy. Fortunately these seemed to be in abundance. Everywhere she went, the Demon detected varying degrees of these emotions. Most were minor, however, and fleeting.

A sudden spike of jealousy and pride stopped Tiana in her tracks. There before her was a group of humans actively attacking a small sphere. A quick insertion into their minds showed it was supposed to be a game. Apparently this "Volleyball" is a contest between two teams. The reality of the competition before her proved to be different than the rules implied. Opposing teams were supposed to be on the opposite sides of the net. On the surface this appeared to be the case. Tiana, however, could see below the surface. What she found was the source of the ingredients for a particularly spectacular blend.

"All right Matt!" Max shouted, congratulating his teammate.

"Yeah! Way to go Nelson!" Terry agreed.

From across the net, a torrent of taunts and insults from the other team ensued. It was a friendly, though competitive game amongst the fraternity boys. The fact that their girlfriends were also playing did not alter the fact that it was a competition among the boys. One of these girlfriends, and the source of the spike in jealousy, was just getting up off the sand. She had just been plowed over by Matt as he went for the ball. That she was set and prepared to send it back herself, had been overlooked.

"Sorry about that Tina," Matt not very genuinely apologized, as he helped her up. "I didn't see ya there."

"Yeah, sure...no problem" she replied, while inwardly thinking Matt's huge ego had probably blocked his view.

Soon the game resumed. It wasn't long before it became obvious to Tiana that the incident hadn't been an anomaly. Over and over again the Nu Omicron Mu fraternity boys would cut off, shove, and basically overpower their female teammates. Their attempts at showing off to impress their mates only succeeded in pissing them off. Secretly the girls wished the tables were turned...

The massive amount of emotion emitted was seriously tempting the Demon. It was a risk. Gor'ha had warned about the danger of large disturbances; Demons had their enemies, after all. Tiana was new to manipulating humans as well. The battle that raged within her was short. Her impetuous nature, combined with the potential reward was too much to resist. To her credit, Tiana did move off to some cover away from easy view and watched.

Rick was determined not to let the guys score, especially after the way Matt had been bragging. Fortunately it was Tina's serve. 'Hell, she can hardly get it over the net' he thought smugly. The thought was felt equally by the team, so all were surprised when the little gal sent a surprisingly fast ball over the net. The front row failed to stop it so Rick charged over in front of Ann and slammed it back...into the net. A round of cheers from the other side overpowered the grumblings of his teammates.

"Nice one Dick." The normally quiet blond retorted.

Rick frowned at the hated nickname and the implications of its use. He was surprised by her tone; Ann was usually such a shy little thing. He figured it was probably that time of month... Surreptitiously his eyes scanned her figure as Matt and Max were playing "Keep Away" with Tina. The small blond was vainly trying to get the ball from the frat boys who towered over her. The distraction allowed him to get a good view of his teammate without Nan catching him.

Ann was a knockout and if it wasn't for her being spoken for he would seriously consider dumping Nan for a chance at her. Rick loved her body, slim yet soft. As his eyes met her ass, he was treated to the sight of her tugging the skintight shorts she was wearing. 'How in the hell did she get those on?' he thought looking at the taut material. Her shorts looked as if they were painted on, seamlessly flowing from her tight ass to her muscled legs...Wait a minute!...Muscled legs? A second look confirmed his first impression. Ann's legs had the sleek cut look of serious training. 'Holy shit!' he thought. 'How in the hell did she get so buff?' It was then that he realized it wasn't just her legs. There was some serious definition to her arms as well. The Gamma Tau Sigma tee she was wearing was pulled tightly across an unexpectedly broad back. His gaze went further up, further than he'd thought necessary...right into her knowing eyes.

'Busted!' he thought, horrified. Ann was Nan's roommate and he was in serious trouble. Rick quickly shifted his eyes and uncomfortably pulled up his loose shorts. He risked a glance at Nan; fortunately she was watching the guys continue to torment Tina.

"C'mon Matt! Give her the damn ball alright!" Tina's teammate demanded.

Her comment was reinforced by the other aggravated women. Matt and Max continued to torment the girl, actually seeming encouraged by the reaction of the others. Just then Matt came up short and missed the ball. Tina, sensing an opportunity, made a mighty leap. Her arm actually went a few inches higher than Matt's, snatching the ball. He was embarrassed and pretended a cramp had caused his shortcoming. Glumly he watched the victorious Tina as she gave high fives to Amy and Jill. For affect he stayed on the sand and massaged his "sore" leg.

To Matt's surprise his leg truly was sore. The tender flesh felt somewhat smaller than he expected. Experimentally he probed the muscles of his calf, trying to convince himself it felt the same as usual...it didn't work. Vowing to step up his work-outs he stood up and yanked up his slipping shorts. No way was he going to let a girl get the best of him.

Tina once again made a sizzling serve. The ball hardly arced at all as it shot over the net. Rick made to intercept it as always, but the blinding form of Nan shot in front of him. Her well placed tip set up the perfect opportunity for Brett to slam it back over. He didn't have the chance as Mary did it for him. Mary's shot was well placed and was sure to score. Max had other plans and dove to make a save. He tripped over his own feet, though and hit the sand gracelessly. He cursed the lost opportunity and was bracing himself for the rebuke that was sure to follow. It didn't come. Matt sensed a flurry of activity and realized the ball had not struck. Somehow Jill had made a save keeping the ball in play.

Terry made a weak return back over the net. Fortunately Brett was slow and the ball bounced off his head sure to go out. A solid "THWACK" from Mary's hand contacting the leather signaled this was not the case. Again the ball passed over only to be sent shooting back by Amy's powerful spike. The resulting thump of the ball slamming into the sand ended the amazing round.

Matt was still on the ground, his jaw hanging in disbelief. The other guys were equally shocked as they stood there panting, trying to catch their breath. The excited actions of the women, was a distinct contrast. They giggled and chattered, happy to be a part of the game for once. High fives and surprisingly high leaps were accompanied by tugs at restrictive clothing.

'Darn this thing is tight!' Nan thought. Her shorts were digging into her waist something fierce. She tried to worm her fingers in to stretch the fabric a little. Her efforts were met by a tearing sound as the stressed fabric let it be known it had reached its limits. 'Am I getting fat?' Nan's joy began to evaporate at the thought; Rick hated it whenever she gained. Her hands drifted to her tummy, the place fat seemed to accumulate first.

"Oh my' she whispered, as her hands found hard, cut, muscle.

She yanked her tee up showing a stomach that had not been there in the morning. It looked like the torso of a dedicated weight trainer. Nan traced the outlines of her chiseled abs, feeling their unyielding hardness. She was torn between joy over the transformation and worry over what had caused it. 'What am I going to tell Rick?' she wondered. Lowering her shirt she looked to see if her boyfriend had noticed. Rick was bent at the waist breathing heavily. His eyes were unfocused and looking elsewhere. 'Thank god' she thought.

From behind her cover, Tiana was receiving the first benefits of her efforts. Already the sweet rush of energy from the women was flowing into her. It was joined by the first trickles of discontent from the men. It was only a matter of time now...

Nan's relief was replaced with a sense that something was wrong. Looking closer at Rick she became aware of how different he looked. His clothes seemed far baggier than usual, though she could have sworn he was wearing the same outfit earlier. His arms and legs looked decidedly thinner too, almost skinny. Nan watched in awe as her boyfriend finally stood up straight. The action actually caused his shorts to slip. Reflexively he grabbed the oversized garment and pulled them up again. Movement to his side caught her attention. Ann was doing some stretches to keep limber. She looked like she was going to explode with energy! Her body looked like it was going to explode as well. Nan noticed the chiseled musculature of the formally petite woman. 'What the hell is going on!' she wondered. Nan started to take in the whole group. Everyone had been altered. All of the girls were now bursting with muscle...and nearly bursting from their clothes. The realization made her pulse soar...she had to say something, she had to do something!

Tiana sensed the human female's reaction. Too bad they were realizing the changes now. She knew the rush would be greater once they were complete. 'If only they wouldn't realize it until then' the Demon wished.

Nan looked around wondering what to do, there had to be some explanation for this. She had to...to... 'Now what was I going to do?' The 6' brunette shrugged her shoulders causing a tear in the overly stressed fabric. It couldn't be that important, she figured. Her heart was racing and she felt full of energy.

"Hey Brett, are you ready to kick their butts?" Nan asked, looking down at the skinny man beside her.

"Um...Yeah...Sure..." He replied hesitantly. For some reason Nan seemed a bit intimidating.

Tiana couldn't believe it; she had successfully completed a glamour spell over the humans. The change in the energy emitted was instantaneous. The rising panic as the males began to figure out what was happening dropped to a vague unease. The females also stopped their shock yet still radiated pleasure and satisfaction over their power. The Demon couldn't wait until the glamour was removed. The rush would be unbelievable for a Demon of her rank. Hopefully the males were able to maintain their sanity through their horror. Gor'ha had warned her about the unpalatable nature of energy emitted from the insane.

The game resumed, quickly becoming more one-sided than it had been before. The men's role in the game quickly dwindled along with their size. Eventually it was all that they could do to keep from being trampled by the Amazons. In their weakened state it was inevitable that a collision would occur. Matt looked up at the ball streaking towards him and froze. A massive blow from Jill had sent it in his direction. The sheer force of the abused ball alone could be devastating, but, that wasn't what was causing his horror. It was Tina, or more accurately her breasts. Before he could move the Massive mammaries slammed into his forehead. The blow sent the little man flying backwards and quite literally out of his ridiculously oversized shorts.

Tina walked over to where the tiny figure lay. With one hand she picked up his puny form. "I'm sorry. I didn't see ya there."

Matt looked up, way up, into the face of the Goddess before him. He noticed her gaze was not focused on his. Her attention was located quite a bit south. He followed her gaze and noticed with horror that his shorts were no longer where they should be. Not only that, his member was quite literally staring back at her. Matt squealed and momentarily became a blur as he scurried for the lost shorts. Tina laughed at his predicament, wondering how she could have ever been intimidated by him.

Tiana had figured the time was right to make them aware of her handiwork. She stopped the transfer and concentrated on removing the glamour spell. The lack of a rush signaled her efforts were not working. 'Maybe I need to get closer' she thought. Just as she rose to do just that, her world went black.

Martin couldn't believe his luck; he found her right in his favorite hiding spot. The big man was at the beach to fulfill his "Need" when he came across this little gem. Martin hugged the tiny girl close to his chest. His hands pressed tightly over her mouth through the cotton sack. The girl struggled briefly, and then went slack. Quickly he carried her back to his van and threw the bundle inside.

Tiana was upset that her meal had been interrupted. At first she had thought it was the protectors of this earthly realm come to banish or kill her. A quick search showed the mean spirited though weak aura surrounding her "captor" was undoubtedly human and bore no threat. Tiana relaxed, suddenly curious about what may be in store for her.

The drive was taking a looong time. Tiana was getting bored; she had been cooped up in this contrivance for almost five minutes! Unable to stand the suspense anymore she looked into the human's mind. Martin Jenkins was his name, though she had no interest in that....it was just the first fact that seemed to appear in her mind when searching a human. She was surprised to find out that this Martin had no plans for her himself. He was just a lackey, a delivery man...interesting. It seemed his master was a very dark and dangerous being. The Demon felt satisfied the wait should be worthwhile.

After an eternity, the van came to a stop. She heard the door open and once again her body was hoisted into the air. Looking through the simpleton's mind Tiana marked their progress. Apparently this was a lavish dwelling for a human. Beings that possessed buildings such as these were considered powerful...and deadly. Tiana was getting excited! This was fun. She could sense the miasma of human grief in the air. Some of these "Echoes" were very old; others were fresher, still tinged with the taste of fear. An involuntary shiver of anticipation shook her body.

Martin sensed the movement and grinned. The terror overtook them all eventually. 'At least this one's not a struggler' he thought with relief. His relief proved to be short lived, however, as his 'Master' appeared before him.

The Demon sensed the human's presence before Martin. She also felt the rush of energy as Martin froze at his arrival. She hadn't guessed humans could wield such power. For the first time she began to feel uncomfortable.

Baron Fredrick Allen Covington III looked at the bundle his servant was carrying. It was considerably smaller than he was expecting...he wasn't pleased.

"That doesn't look like the item I requested" the Baron spoke, his icy voice shattering the silence.

Fear began to well up within the man; only by the smallest margins did he manage to keep his composure. "Ma..Master, I brought you something very special." He stammered. "I brought you an innocent little girl!"

The Baron raised an eyebrow. It had been a long time since he savored the distresses of an innocent. These modern times were making it difficult to secure proper entertainment.

"Really now, perhaps you might not regret your offering after all." His voice softened from the intrigue he felt. "Remove her from the sack so I can see her, and then remove yourself from my presence."

The sense of relief felt by the servant was overwhelming. Tiana was momentarily lost in his energy. The sudden movement as Martin swung her off his shoulder roused her from the sensations. As soon as she hit the floor the sack was yanked off and Tiana was left looking up at a very tall and imposing human.

The Baron studied his prey; she was a young girl of perhaps 7 years. Her Brunette hair was of some non style and was rather short...for now. She had a rather dark complexion that suggested an excess of sun. The dress adorning her small body was one you would expect to see on an older woman. These facts among others were processed analytically; a compilation of "Before" images to be considered later.

During this study that he had his first sense that something wasn't quite right. It was only a moment before the Baron realized it was the little girl's eyes. Over the many years he had performed this same ritual, there was always one common denominator; Fear. This child had none, in fact he had the feeling that he, himself was being summed up. The idea was so ludicrous he brushed it aside. 'She's probably in shock is all' he thought.

Tiana studied the strange human. He had the appearance of a male in the prime of his life. His stature rivaled that of any human she had yet encountered. Though the room was well lit he appeared to be cloaked in shadow. Tiana attempted to probe his mind but, was met with a swirling blackness. The impenetrability of his thoughts combined with the aura of power around him kept her on guard. She decided to let him make the first move. Little humans, such as she represented did not appear to be perceived as a threat. She would use that belief as long as she could.

"What is your name?" His icy voice demanded.

Tiana did not hesitate. "My name is Tiana."

"MASTER," He towered over her. "You will address me as master! Do you understand?"

Tiana struggled briefly. To address her food with such a title was difficult for her, yet she didn't want to tip her hand. "My name is Tiana...Master." She shrank back a little for effect.

He saw her cower and it made him relax, finally she was acting the way he'd come to expect. The Baron sat in a chair leaving the girl in the center of the room.

"Let us begin, shall we." His voice was no longer icy, in fact it held a bit of amusement.

He closed his eyes and spoke a few arcane words. Tiana immediately felt her body come alive with sensation. She watched as the room began to slowly shrink around her. It was a few seconds before she realized it wasn't shrinking, she was growing! The Demon felt a light tickle on her neck as her hair grew downward. Soon the locks reached her bare arms caressing them as well. She marveled at the weight and feel of the hair. Tiana's attention was soon drawn elsewhere as the familiar binding of the dress took place. She could feel it sliding down her expanding chest. The sensations caused by the taut material as it slid along her rapidly developing nipples, was exquisite. The Demon let out a moan despite herself. The Baron smiled at the expression of arousal. It was one of many expressions he loved to induce.

Tiana recognized the aging effect that was being administered to her body. Now that she was experiencing it in such a secluded place, she wished she hadn't abandoned it so hastily before. The range of sensations this body was capable of receiving seemed far superior to her chosen form. Tiana experienced many of them as the dress grew tighter and tighter. The burgeoning curves stressed the material to almost unbelievable limits. Had she not magically enhanced the garment it would have long ago given way. Suddenly the growth stopped.

The Baron frowned. He had been looking forward to her bursting out of the dress. It was one of his favorite images to witness. The remarkably resilient cloth looked like a sausage casing fitting her form perfectly. At least he could see the tops of her areole over the low cut of the neckline.

"Kneel before me slave and beg my forgiveness." His voice was calm and even, though tinged with threat.

Tiana had had enough. The vile taste of calling this being "Master" was still in her mouth. The thought of prostrating herself before him was unthinkable.

"No" Was her reply.

His rage was instantaneous. "I said kneel before me!"

Tiana felt the hairs on her arms stand on end from the electrical charge he was emitting. "I said no." She replied simply, her voice devoid of emotion. It was simply a fact.

The Baron muttered another string of arcane words and a whip of the blackest night appeared in his hand. He uncoiled its deadly limber length. As it uncurled sparks of blue fire erupted from the tip. A flick of the wrist and it snaked outward delivering a sharp "CRACK!"

"Kneel or I shall flay the flesh from your bones." His voice was the epitome of menace

Tiana smiled inwardly at the show. "With that little thing?" She replied, incredulously.

The Baron's eyes flicked to the whip he held in his hand and was shocked to see a vibrator humming merrily away in its place. Tiana laughed again, this time outwardly. The large chamber resonated with the sounds of her mirth. She had retained the memory of the device after going through one of the female's minds at the beach.

"How did you...?" He asked, totally unprepared for this challenge. Obviously he'd underestimated his prey. The vibrator was hurled to the Marble floor shattering into a thousand pieces.

The Baron recovered quickly, he hadn't survived three hundred years being dimwitted. "So it appears you are not a helpless little child after all." A reasonable facsimile of a smile formed upon his lips. "Who or what are you, anyway?"

While his demeanor appeared pleasantly surprised, inside he was frantically forming wards and counter spells. Who knows how ancient or powerful the being before him was? He wasn't taking any chances. Tiana, while unable to read his thoughts, could detect the human gathering his power. It felt as if a vacuum surrounded him, pulling in all available energy. She too remained calm on the outside, while using what limited knowledge she possessed to secure herself.

"I am but a wee child at the mercy of a monster" was her answer to his question.

"Do not mock me!" He roared.

The Baron wasn't completely blind to the fields of her magic. He saw the lower level shields she was attempting and became confident once more. With a blinding speed he hurled a fireball at her. She managed to stop it without too much trouble. He smiled, for that was what he expected. This was truly a lower level adept. While her attention had been held by the fireball, the sorcerer sent another spell at her.

Tiana's joy at stopping his attack evaporated at the realization that it was a diversion. Too late she tried to shield herself from the real attack. At first the nature of the spell was not known to the Demon. Only when the room began to grow around her did she realize that it was a shrinking spell. In no time the dress began to loosen again. The talented Sorcerer was able to focus the attack on just her, not her clothing. He was a resourceful foe indeed.

Frantically she tried to counter his spell. It wasn't easy to do while maintaining a random matrix defensive barrier. The Baron, emboldened by his success began to approach the struggling Demon. Tiana instinctively began to retreat. In her distraction, she almost tripped on the oversized dress as it slid down her narrowing body. With her free hand she yanked it back up, not out of modesty, but out of the need for possession. Tiana felt the sorcerer's shadow fall upon her. He had appeared intimidating, before. Now with his growing body reducing his expensive suit to shreds, he was a nightmare. A predatory smile adorned his lips.

Tiana realized he was taking her size! She had to do something or be lost. Suddenly one of the spells she had used on the beach came to mind. With a speed that surprised her, she let the spell loose, catching the sorcerer off guard in his overconfidence. He reeled back as the magic seeped into his being. The resulting struggle he now faced freed Tiana to work on his last attack.

The Demon felt herself growing again. The dress again assumed the tightness it had maintained since he progressed her age. Feeling confident she had successfully countered his spell, she began weaving her defensive matrices again. Her attention failed to stay focused on the task as she realized her dress was still getting tighter. For a second, she thought that she was now absorbing his size after receiving all of hers back. She was only partially right.

Tiana looked at her enemy. She noticed with satisfaction that the sorcerer wasn't just getting shorter...he was getting younger. The man was slowly falling into his own ruined clothes. She watched him frantically try to remove the spell. In order to distract him she flung another spell at him. He managed to successfully block her attack, reflecting the magic into another part of the room. Tiana was attempting yet another when she realized how tight the dress was getting.

She looked down to see a far less flattering image than she had the last time. Her large breasts were now softer than before. The yielding flesh had settled lower and was forcing itself over the top of the dress. Below her drooping cleavage, a thicker waist and wider hips flared out. As she moved she could feel the foreign sensation of her thighs rubbing together.

Tiana approached the dwindling form, no longer a man, but, a boy. A strange twinge in her knee caused her to stumble slightly. Despite his small size, the Baron was not backing down. He shrugged his way out of the expensive suit and slid off of his chair. The look on the naked child's face as he gazed up at the old woman was pure hatred. He let out a scream and a bolt of energy that sent Tiana flying.

A battle ensued. By some twist of fate, the two were equally matched. Though the sorcerer had much more experience, the Demon had an inherent sense of magic that aided her greatly. His little legs that impaired his ability to maneuver was matched by Tiana's weakening muscles and sore joints. Eventually the Baron managed to remove the spell inflicted on him before he'd dwindled away to nothing. On and on the two raged in battle, while slowly returning to their previous sizes. The house bore the brunt of the attacks as they missed each other or were reflected by their target. Errant magic began to build ominously around the two combatants.

As if in unison, the two embattled adepts screamed, each hurling the last amounts of energy at the other. Their magic combined, ripping a hole in space time itself. The Baron and Tiana struggled to escape the pull from the tear. Their exhausted state kept them from adequately resisting its pull. In a moment they were gone, the hole closing up behind them as if it had never been there.

Tiana awoke to find herself back in her dimension once again. She wasn't alone; the Baron had been sucked in with her. The Demon was pissed that she had been denied her opportunity in the corporeal world. Her rage caused another flare in her exhausted form. She made to resume the attack on the Baron; it was immediately obvious to her that he had depleted himself totally. Tiana halted her attack. She sensed the opportunity for some more fun....

Epilogue;

Errant magic from the battle combined with the traces of countless past spells had been absorbed by the mansion. Baron Fredrick Allen Covington III had been using his lair for perverse pleasures for over 100 years. Certainly all that magic had to have an effect on the place.

The young realtor felt strange showing a house she had never been in before. The large commission at stake and the pleading call from her friend finally convinced her to accept the task. The term "house" was terribly inadequate for the mansion she found herself in. The massive structure was as large and foreboding as it was secluded. Jenny watched the wealthy couple stroll through the main room as she thought about the strange call.

Marcie had phoned her just this morning after failing to show for work. She apologized for not coming in, saying she had a cold or something. Jenny noticed the how strange her voice had sounded. If she hadn't known better she'd have thought it was a child addressing her. Marcie's high pitched voice also carried a bit of fear, which Jenny commented on. Her friend laughed nervously and tried to drop the subject. Finally Jenny relented and agreed to show the house for her. It really wasn't an offer she could refuse; at 23 years of age the sale would put quite a mark on her reputation.

Jenny followed the Stedburgs, watching for any signs of interest. The well dressed couple radiated "Money". From their Rolls Royce to their impeccable outfits one could only wonder just how much they were worth. Since the asking price on the property was just over 9 million...the answer was probably A LOT!

The realtor studied her clients. Mrs. Stedburg was an imposing woman. Jenny guessed she must be close to 6' tall, since she herself was 5' 8" and had to look up into the woman's eyes. Mr. Stedburg was a slight man about 5' 7" and perhaps 170 pounds soaking wet. He dutifully followed her wherever she lead, his responses mirroring hers. Jenny smiled knowingly at the middle aged couple knowing full well who was in charge.

The high ceilings and the marble floors made their footsteps echo loudly. They had entered the main room and were marveling at the size of it. Suddenly Mrs. Stedburg jumped.

"Ooh! I just got a chill! Did you feel that James?"

James also shuddered. "Yes dear, I felt it too!" He agreed, though he thought it was more of a flash of heat than a chill.

Jenny knew she had to act quickly to keep their experience positive. "We get reactions like that all the time from such amazing works of art such as this." Jenny accentuated her comment with a sweep of the hand.

"It's amazing all right," said Mrs. Stedburg looking slightly uncomfortable. "Disturbing, but, amazing."

Jenny herself had now fully entered the room...for the first time. As she looked around, she began to see why her client was acting the way she did. All around them massive works of art covered the ceilings and walls. There were people of all ages in varying states of undress depicted throughout. Her eyes grew wide as she realized the theme. The pictures were progressions of transformations; each panel was a furthering of the change. Jenny focused on one of a little man growing to a massive size; his clothes, shredded and destroyed, lay at his feet. The now naked Hercules proudly stood erect...as did his member. She felt a tingle pass through her own body as she noticed the realism of the art.

The trio was silent for a few moments; awestruck by the sights before them. Their eyes were wide as they panned the room taking in the wild and graphic images. Mr. Stedburg seemed especially drawn to the ceiling; Jenny followed his gaze. In the center was a woman clad in a Victorian gown. As the scene traveled along to the west, the dress began to get looser and looser. One could only marvel at the sight of the elegant garment as it slowly slid from her narrowing shoulders. Smaller and smaller she became until the bare breasted woman disappeared into the puddle of material.

Jenny traced the transformation over and over, totally speechless. After a time she realized that progressions radiated from the central portrait in all four directions along the domed ceiling. If one started at the center and went east instead of west, the woman began to grow.

"Oh my." Jenny whispered quietly.

The beautiful woman seemed unaffected by the increasingly tightening gown. Her smile never faltered as the fabric began to tear under the stress. More and more of her impressive bosom began to tease its way out of the receding neckline. Pale skin, formally covered, contrasted sharply with her chestnut hair and dark areole. Jenny felt her pulse quicken, and her temperature rise. By the end of the set the lady was totally devoid of dress, surrounded by the torn fragments of the once beautiful gown.

As she followed along the portraits, Jenny unconsciously tugged at the waist of her own skirt. The suddenly restricting cloth failed to detract her interest from the sight before her. 'I wonder who she was' the thought was quickly followed by another, 'I wonder who painted these?'

The progressions to the north and south were no less impressive. The changes were so gradual that at first you couldn't see what was happening. Traveling north the woman's face began to become fresher, more innocent. As in the first progression, her dress slowly began to loosen. The front, once pushed proudly out by the full roundness of her breasts slowly began to retreat. By the time it was apparent that no breasts resided in the dress at all, there was a child's face staring back at you. It continued. As time continued to recede, the child's face slowly became that of an infant. Eventually no trace of the gown's former occupant remained.

Jenny was enthralled. The effect was so real she imagined she was there watching it happen before her very eyes! Unable to tear herself away she moved on to the last set of portraits.

Again the changes were gradual. Slowly the woman's hair began to lose its luster, becoming faded and course. Her skin too, wasn't immune to the sudden ravages of time. At first the youthful glow slipped away, causing the ever smiling visage to look tired. Soon wrinkles began to appear on her face, faintly at first, then ever deepening. The proud bosom began to swell outward invitingly, until it too succumbed to the added years. Slowly her breasts began to deflate back into her chest again, this time their progress was marked by a descent downwards as well. The gown, designed for a younger slimmer woman became increasingly unflattering. Her softening belly strained against the fabric. Her drooping age spotted shoulders shrank and shriveled causing the dress to slip off and down. By this time her ruined breasts were wrinkled and sagging down to where her burgeoning belly kept the dress from slipping off completely. Panel after panel her demise continued until it was a mere skeleton grinning back at her. Jenny shivered finally looking away; somehow she couldn't bear to see the remaining portraits.

The realtor was so caught up in the experience; she almost didn't hear her phone ringing. Normally she wouldn't dream of risking a call on the first run thru, but the Stedburgs seemed just as enthralled as she had been. Fishing the cell out, she answered the call.

"Hello, Franklin Realty, Jenny Pearson speaking." She said, using her business greeting.

"Jenny? It's Marcie. How's it going?" Came the shrill voice of her friend.

Jenny stepped a polite distance away before she answered her friend. A sudden ache in her right ankle caused her to limp slightly. "Ow! I should have worn flats today. Other than that it's going fine," Jenny replied, massaging the sore ankle. "Thanks for the heads up on the artwork by the way." She added sarcastically.

"Um...Sorry about that. I had some problems on my mind today."

Jenny couldn't get over how childish her friend's voice was sounding. "Don't worry about it, if it's a problem we can always paint it and add more to the price."

Marcie laughed sickly at her friend's suggestion. "Funny you mentioned that, I had hired some painters already. They came and gave an estimate, but, I haven't been able to get in touch with them since." She paused. "So do you think they'll buy it?" Marcie squeaked.

"Yea..." She hesitated, clearing her throat. "Yes, they seem to be impressed." Jenny again cleared her throat, trying to erase the rough sound it carried.

"Oh goodie!" Marcie exclaimed.

'Goodie?' Jenny wondered at her friend's choice of exclamation. It seemed so childish. "Yes, well, I better get back to the Stedburgs."

Jenny hung up the phone hoping her friend was alright. 'She seemed OK yesterday' she thought. 'Better than OK really'. Marcie was a 40 year old hypochondriac, but, lately she'd been commenting on how good she felt. Jenny had to admit that since she'd gotten the Covington deal Marcie had been walking on air. Heck just yesterday Marcie had been bouncing around like a 20 year old....in fact she'd looked like a 20 year old. 'I guess it had to catch up with her eventually' she thought.

Across town Marcie hung up the phone. She really needed the commission for that sale. The elder realtor padded over to her living room mirror, a wedding present from her second husband. There staring back at her was the face and body of an eight year old...

Jenny studied the Stedburgs, trying to judge their reaction to the mansion. They'd moved away from the paintings and were examining the statues scattered around the perimeter of the room. Mr. Stedburg was no longer scurrying around his wife. Jenny was happy to see he was looking pleased and confident. 'He might be a bigger part of the decision than I'd first thought'. Mrs. Stedburg seemed a bit intimidated by the experience. Her arrogant strut was now replaced by a hesitant shuffle. She seemed much less imposing and Jenny figured now was the time to coax her along.

The realtor made a quick adjustment to her blouse before she went, but, it didn't hang true. Jenny was very vain about her appearance. Being such a young woman in this highly competitive field she needed all the edges she could, to get the respect and confidence of the customer. 'There should be a bathroom around here somewhere' she figured. A quick glance at the couple assured her that a brief "freshening up" should go unheeded.

After a relatively short search Jenny located a bathroom of sorts. Like everything else in the mansion it was oversized and gaudy. She spotted a large mirror adorned with a myriad of little horned demons. Stifling a shudder, she made her way over and took in her image."

"I look like shit." The statement was spoken with a lifelessness that reflected her appearance.

Jenny couldn't believe how worn out she looked. Her blond hair had lost its luster. She reached up and fingered the lifeless locks, noting how dry they felt. She really needed some conditioner, it was that faded. Leaning forward she examined her pained expression. Her skin appeared dry and pale. She tried to convince herself it was the strange lighting. Realizing she had to get back to the prospective buyers she addressed the issue that brought her here in the first place.

Jenny noted how snug her blouse was across her breasts. The material was actually gaping between the buttons. It looked like she was at least two cup sizes larger than normal. Soft flesh appeared to be creeping around the edges of her bra unable to be contained in the undersized cups. She reached up unable to believe what she was seeing. Her hands confirmed the image. She hefted the heavy globes realizing they were softer as well as larger. In disgust she released them and watched in horror as they settled lower than she'd liked. As Jenny watched them settle in their new position she noted how big her belly appeared as well. Her hands shot to the yielding mass and sank in. It felt like dough.

"What the hell is happening to me?" She asked, suddenly aware that she felt just as worn out as she looked.

A shout from down the hall yanked her attention away from her predicament. She was all to happy to put the matter out of her mind. "Be right there!" she shouted in response before heading back.

Mr. Stedburg was waiting expectantly for her return. Jenny discretely hinted that she had some personal issues to take care of. The man blushed at the implication, quickly dropping the subject. The realtor smiled inwardly at the little trick. As a woman, she learned long ago that feminine issues often threw men off balance allowing her to take advantage of the situation. It worked just as she expected.

Jenny looked up into his reddened face. 'UP?' she wondered briefly. Apparently she had greatly misjudged his height as he was pushing the 6' mark. Jenny figured it was bad judgment from how bad she was feeling. 'Maybe I'm catching the same thing Marcie had?' she considered.

Not wanting to lose her opportunity she began to press the man on his impressions of the house. He was still stumbling from the embarrassment and was fidgeting with his ill fitting suit. Jenny smiled at the eccentricities of the rich. Here before her was a man worth many millions and yet he wouldn't shell out the cash for a decent fitting suit. She looked in amazement as he tugged at sleeves that were at least 3 inches short!

Jenny skillfully altered or redirected any negative thoughts he had on the house. She even found herself flirting with the man to get him to keep a positive view on the place. At first, her behavior shocked her. He could have been her father! Still she found him to be pleasant and witty. Compared to him, the men she normally dated appeared juvenile. He was putty in her hands...or was it the other way around? She decided to make the plunge.

"So Mr. Stedburg, what do you think of this fine place?" She asked, her hand resting on her widening hip.

"Please call me James, Mr. Stedburg sounds so stuffy." He replied with a gentle smile.

James Stedburg was enamored with the lady before him. He couldn't believe how she made him feel. That such a fine middle aged woman, such as herself, was showing interest in him was flattering beyond words. It felt so comfortable asking her to call him by his given name. He'd been distant before because at first she'd come off as a young snotty woman. The plump beauty standing before him had shed that childish persona. 'I wish she'd dress her age, though' he thought regrettably. The too tight outfit was obviously meant for a younger woman. She looked about to burst out of her blouse at any minute!

"All right James it is," Jenny placed her hand playfully on his heavily muscled arm. "So are you going to answer me or leave me hanging in anticipation?"

James swelled with love and happiness as she touched him. He jutted his chest out proudly...causing a button to pop off his vest. The sight of the button rocketing away, followed by its ricocheting about the room caused him to blush once again.

"I guess I'm getting a little too fat for this suit!" He joked patting his firm muscular stomach.

The two broke out in laughter, leaning on each other in support. The raucous drew the attention of Mrs. Stedburg.

"What's going on in here?" came her indignant accusation.

James and Jenny turned in surprise at the sudden appearance of the forgotten third member. Their surprise grew to astonishment and nearly shock as they took in the odd sight before them. There stood the once statuesque middle aged Mrs. Stedburg. Where she had once towered over her husband, the much diminished woman hardly came up to his chest. Woman was now an ill fitting term as well, as the person before them could hardly have been more than nine or ten years old! The tiny figure was almost lost in the gaping outfit. What had been meant to be an intimidating pose with her hands planted on her hips proved to be a comical sight.

A light went on in Jenny's mind. "It's the house! We've gotta get out of here!"

Jenny turned and grabbed James' arm planning on yanking him out of the mansion. The now massive James didn't even budge at first. Being a step behind in the train of logic it took him a second to realize the situation. When it dawned on him just what was going on he scooped up Jenny's plump body and that of his tiny wife and bolted out the door. He was amazed at how light the two felt in hiss powerful arms. After a good 200 yard dash he wasn't even breathing hard.

Epilogue's Epilogue;

Fortunately the effects of the mansion stopped progressing once they had left it. James used his considerable financial prowess to secure them all new lives and identities. Margaret Stedburg wasn't happy that she was no longer James' wife. She was used to getting her way and threatened to expose them. Jenny, now Jennifer, threw the screaming child over her knee and proceeded to spank Maggie red. The show of force combined with a threatened admittance to a mental institution silenced the child. In time Maggie, adapted to her new life and is now a good friend with Marcie who was "adopted" by the mature couple.

Jennifer and James tour the world regularly enjoying the carefree life they were now able to spend together. Every once in a while their thoughts would drift to the mansion. James had bought it and had a special security fence installed around its perimeter. They figured when they became old and frail enough, they'd risk its interior again hoping to illicit the youthening effect Maggie and Marcie had encountered.

For now they were content. James looked into Jennifer's loving eyes, 'Maybe some of the other effects might be a welcome change too?' he thought...

THE END?
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