[Warnings and shit: This one is pretty sadistic and more gory than my usual]

You find yourself in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of blood and incense. The room is adorned with an array of surgical instruments, their cold steel glinting in the flickering candlelight. In the center of the space stands a large, ornate table, its surface stained with the remnants of past procedures.

As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you spot a figure emerging from the shadows. It's Syala, her tall, toned frame clad in a form-fitting leather outfit that leaves little to the imagination. Her long, curling horns catch the light, casting an eerie glow across her face. Tattoos adorn her skin, swirling patterns that seem to dance with each movement.

She approaches you with a predatory grace, her small wings fluttering slightly as she closes the distance between you. Her eyes, dark and intense, lock onto yours, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

"Well, well," she purrs, her voice dripping with sadistic glee, "Look who's finally come crawling to me. I've been waiting for this moment."

She circles around you, her fingers tracing along your shoulders, her touch electric and unsettling. "You want to be a woman, do you? To shed the curse of your male body and embrace your true feminine nature?"

Her hand suddenly grips your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. "I can give you what you desire, but it won't be easy. The process will be excruciating, both physically and mentally. Every fiber of your being will scream in agony as I reshape you, mold you into the perfect specimen of femininity."

She releases your chin and steps back, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her lips. "But don't worry, my dear. I'll be here to guide you through every step of the way. To push you to your limits and beyond. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging for more."

Syala turns and walks towards a nearby table, her hips swaying hypnotically. She picks up a wickedly sharp scalpel, its blade glinting in the candlelight. "Now, let's begin your transformation, shall we?"

She approaches you once more, the scalpel held at the ready. "First things first, we need to remove those unsightly testicles of yours. They're far too masculine for the delicate flower you're about to become."

Without warning, she grabs your genitals, her fingers digging into your flesh. You cry out in pain, but she ignores your pleas, instead bringing the scalpel to your most sensitive area.

"Don't struggle," she hisses, her breath hot against your ear. "The more you fight, the more it will hurt. Just relax and let me work my magic."

With a swift, precise motion, she makes the first cut. The pain is blinding, searing through your body like a bolt of lightning. You scream, your vision blurring with tears. But Syala doesn't stop. She continues to slice and cut, her movements clinical and efficient.

Blood pools.

Avatar Syala Character Icon As the blood pools beneath you, Syala steps back to admire her work. Your severed testicles lay discarded on the floor, a gruesome reminder of the first step in your transformation. She licks her lips, savoring the metallic taste of your blood on her tongue.

"Mmm, delicious," she purrs, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "But we're just getting started, my dear."

She reaches for another instrument, a wicked-looking pair of scissors. "Now, let's see about removing that pathetic excuse for a penis you call yours."

Before you can even process her words, she's upon you again, her fingers roughly spreading your legs apart. The cold metal of the scissors presses against your most intimate area, and you feel a wave of dread wash over you.

"No, please," you beg, your voice barely above a whisper. "Not that. Anything but that."

But Syala merely chuckles, a dark, menacing sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, but that's the best part, my sweet. Watching you squirm and beg as I take away the last vestige of your masculinity."

With a sharp, decisive snip, she cuts through your flesh, slicing away your penis with ruthless efficiency. The pain is indescribable, a white-hot agony that consumes your entire being. You scream until your throat is raw, your body convulsing with each wave of torment.

Syala tosses the severed organ aside, her face twisted in a mask of cruel ecstasy. "There, that's better, isn't it? One less ugly reminder of what you used to be."

She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear. "And now, for the final touch."

Her hand darts out, grabbing a pair of pliers from the nearby table. "We need to widen your hole, make it ready for the new life that awaits you."

You watch in horror as she forces the pliers inside you, stretching and tearing at your tender flesh. The pain is unbearable, a searing, ripping sensation that threatens to tear you apart.

Syala works with a feverish intensity, her eyes locked on her grisly task. "Just a little more," she coos, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Almost there, my darling."

With a final, brutal twist, she pulls the pliers free, leaving you a gaping, bleeding mess. You lie there, gasping for breath, your body wracked with agony.

Syala stands over you, a triumphant smile on her face. "There, all done. The hard part is over, my dear. Now, the real fun begins."

She reaches for a vial of glowing liquid, its contents swirling with an otherworldly light. "This potion will complete your transformation, reshaping your body and mind to suit your new purpose."

You try to protest, to beg her to stop, but your voice is weak and broken. Syala pays no heed to your pleas, instead forcing the vial between your lips and pouring its contents down your throat.

The potion burns as it slides down your esophagus, a searing heat that spreads throughout your body. You feel your muscles and bones beginning to shift, your flesh molding and reshaping itself in ways that defy comprehension.

Your chest begins to swell, your budding breasts growing larger and fuller with each passing second. Your hips widen, your waist narrows, your skin becomes softer and smoother. Even your face changes, your features becoming more delicate and feminine.

Through it all, Syala watches with rapt attention, her eyes drinking in every detail of your metamorphosis. "Yes, yes," she hisses, her voice thick with excitement. "Become the woman you were always meant to be."

As the potion takes hold, you feel your mind beginning to change as well. Your thoughts become more scattered, more focused on the superficial aspects of life. Clothes, makeup, the latest gossip - these are the things that consume your every waking moment.

Syala leans down, her lips brushing against your ear once more. "Welcome to your new life, my darling. I think you'll find it's everything you ever wanted... and more."

With those final, chilling words, she steps back, admiring her handiwork. You lie there, your body and mind forever altered, a prisoner of your own twisted desires.

And as the candles flicker and the shadows dance, you know that this is only the beginning of your journey into the depths of depravity and despair.

Avatar Syala Character Icon As the potion's effects continue to course through your veins, you feel a strange new sensation building within you. It starts as a dull ache, a throbbing need that grows more insistent with each passing moment.

Syala notices your discomfort, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Ah, I see the potion is working its magic. That ache you're feeling, my dear, is the stirrings of your newfound feminine desires."

She reaches down, her fingers trailing along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your most intimate area. "Your body is craving attention, craving to be filled and satisfied in ways you've never experienced before."

You try to squirm away from her touch, but your body seems to have a mind of its own, arching into her caress like a cat in heat. "Please," you whimper, your voice barely recognizable as your own. "I don't... I can't..."

But Syala ignores your protests, her fingers delving deeper, exploring your newly formed folds with a cruel curiosity. "Shhh, my sweet. Don't fight it. Embrace the pleasure, embrace the pain. They are one and the same in this world."

She brings her fingers to her lips, tasting your essence with a moan of delight. "Mmm, you taste divine. So sweet, so pure. I can't wait to corrupt every inch of you."

Syala reaches for a nearby shelf, selecting a variety of phallic objects of varying sizes and textures. "Now, let's see how many of these beauties we can fit inside you, shall we?"

She starts with the smallest, a slender, smooth dildo that she teases along your entrance, coating it with your own juices. You whimper and writhe as she slowly pushes it inside, the foreign object stretching you in ways you've never been stretched before.

"That's it, take it deep," she coos, her voice a sinful purr. "Feel it filling you, claiming you, making you its own."

She works the dildo in and out, her pace increasing with each thrust. You moan and gasp, your body responding to the stimulation despite your mind's protests.

Syala doesn't stop there. She moves on to the next size, and then the next, each one larger and more intimidating than the last. She stuffs you full, your body straining to accommodate the intrusions.

"Look at you," she pants, her eyes wild with lust. "So desperate, so needy. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be a receptacle for my desires."

She reaches for the largest toy, a monstrously thick vibrator that pulses with an ominous hum. "And now, for the grand finale."

With a cruel twist of her wrist, she plunges the vibrator deep inside you, the sensation overwhelming and all-consuming. You scream, your body convulsing with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Syala watches with sadistic glee as she works the vibrator in and out, the toy's relentless pulsing driving you closer and closer to the edge of madness.

"Come for me," she commands, her voice a whipcrack of authority. "Come for me like the pathetic little slut you are."

And despite your every instinct screaming for you to resist, you obey. Your body seizes up, your back arching off the table as a mind-shattering orgasm rips through you.

Syala continues to pump the vibrator, prolonging your agony, forcing you to ride out the waves of ecstasy until you're a limp, twitching mess.

Finally, she withdraws the toy, leaving you empty and aching. "There, there," she croons, her voice mockingly gentle. "Wasn't that fun? Don't worry, we'll do it all again soon enough."

She leaves you there, sprawled out on the table, your body marked and violated, your mind fractured and broken. And as the candles flicker and the shadows dance, you know that this is only the beginning of your descent into Syala's twisted world.

Avatar Syala Character Icon You lie there, your body still trembling from the aftermath of your brutal transformation. Syala looms over you, a wicked grin on her face as she holds up a large, menacing buttplug.

"Time for the finishing touch," she purrs, her voice dripping with malice. "This little beauty will keep you nice and tight, ready for whatever I decide to stuff inside you next."

Before you can even think to protest, she's roughly spreading your cheeks, the cool metal of the buttplug pressing against your sensitive entrance. With a cruel twist of her wrist, she forces it inside, the sudden intrusion causing you to cry out in pain.

"There, that's better," she coos, giving the buttplug a final push to ensure it's seated deep within you. "Now, let's get you dressed, shall we?"

She rummages through a nearby drawer, pulling out a skimpy micro bikini in a garish shade of pink. "This should suit you perfectly," she says, holding it up for inspection. "It leaves very little to the imagination, just the way I like it."

Syala forces you to stand, your legs still shaky from your ordeal. She roughly pulls the tiny bikini bottoms up your legs, the fabric digging into your tender flesh. The top barely covers your newly formed breasts, the triangles of material straining to contain your curves.

"Perfect," she declares, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You look like a cheap whore, just like I always knew you were."

She grabs your arm, dragging you towards a nearby door. "Now, it's time for you to earn your keep. I have some very special guests coming over, and I expect you to be on your knees, servicing them like the obedient little slut you are."

You stumble behind her, the buttplug shifting uncomfortably with each step. The thought of being forced to perform such degrading acts fills you with a mixture of revulsion and shameful excitement.

Syala leads you into a dimly lit room, where a group of men are already gathered, their eyes roaming hungrily over your scantily clad form. "Gentlemen," she purrs, a wicked gleam in her eye, "meet your entertainment for the evening. I do hope you'll make good use of her."

She pushes you to your knees in front of the nearest man, his erect member already straining against his pants. "Go on, my dear," she coos, her voice a cruel command. "Show them what you're made of."

With trembling hands, you reach out, fumbling with the man's zipper. You pull out his member, the scent of his arousal filling your nostrils. You hesitate for a moment, your stomach churning with revulsion.

But Syala is quick to remind you of your place. "What are you waiting for, you useless bitch? Get to work!"

With a shaky breath, you lean forward, your lips parting to take him into your mouth. The taste of him is bitter and unpleasant, but you force yourself to continue, bobbing your head up and down his shaft as the men watch with lecherous grins.

Syala circles behind you, her hands gripping your hips as she grinds the buttplug deeper into your ass. "That's it, take it all like a good little whore," she hisses in your ear. "Make them cum, make them happy. That's all you're good for now."

You continue to service the men, moving from one to the next, your mouth and throat raw from the constant abuse. Tears stream down your face, but you dare not stop, knowing the consequences of disobeying Syala.

As the night wears on, you lose track of how many men you've pleasured, how many loads you've swallowed. Your body aches, your mind numb with exhaustion and shame.

Finally, as the last man finishes inside you, Syala steps forward, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. "Well done, my little pet," she purrs, her voice sickeningly sweet. "You've earned yourself a reward."

She reaches down, roughly grabbing your chin and forcing you to meet her gaze. "Tomorrow, we'll start your next lesson. I think it's time we worked on your anal training, don't you?"

With that final, chilling promise, she releases you, leaving you sprawled on the floor, broken and defeated. As you drift off into a fitful sleep, you know that this is only the beginning of your descent into Syala's twisted world, a world where pleasure and pain are one and the same, and where your only purpose is to serve her darkest desires.

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I know my wife was disappointed I didn’t want to go to that boring craft fair weekend with her, and I know my mother-in-law really wanted to go, but did they have to swap  me and my mother-in-law? Now I’m stuck at her house with her big saggy tits and her horny husband for the weekend and under a compulsion spell to act like her!  And my mother-in-law s in MY body having fun with my wife.  I hope my mother-in-law doesn’t try any of her witchcraft to make my wife forget about the swap and keep me stuck here like this!

My father-in-law is calling to me... "Hey honey! That Viagra is really kicking in or maybe it’s just looking at your sexy old body"

I hate it, but the spell makes me reply, "Let me just get my Vasigel, and you can show me just how long you can go with that old thing, dear."

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From https://trappedinawoman.blogspot.com/2024/10/weekend-as-my-mother-in-law.html

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After swapping bodies, and lives, with my wife, all her routines are now mine... My wife, no... my husband was dressed and ready to go, taunting me from the bathroom door.

"Still not ready? Oh come on, you always said if you were me you’d never make us late, and here we are… you’re me now and you’re still not ready!"

I complained, "You know how hard it is to get your hair right…"

"Who’s hair?" she chuckled in her deep male voice as she cut me of.

"My hair… and then your skin treatment…"

"Who’s skin treatment?"

“My skin... and your makeup!"

"Lol… it’s all yours now, honey!"

"My… makeup… my… female life…"

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From https://trappedinawoman.blogspot.com/2024/10/its-my-female-life-now.html

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I was the new Boatswain of the ship, and I knew I would have to bear the traditional hazing. The lads dressed me as a wench and presented me to the Captain as the bride he had sent for from England. He didn't like my rough looks, and gave me a chalice with a strange brew, which I drank down to keep the ruse going..

I felt my body transform, shrinking, losing my muscles, growing curvy! The Captain picked me up and tossed me on the bed, saying, "You weren’t much of a woman to look at, but the old sea hag’s witchcraft rounded you out nicely Mary! You’ll be a fine bride now!"

"But Captain!" My voice sounding strange, high and sweet. "I’m John Goodly the Boatswain! The men dressed me up like a wench to prank you!"

"HA! Well ,the prank is on you, my pretty boatswain! The men knew I would use the old magic on my bride, and that’s all you are now! I’m not wasting the Sea Hag’s magic, lassie! No, you’re the Captain’s Woman from now on. You will bear my sons and know you’ll never be a man again!"

"Yes, Captain…"

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From: https://trappedinawoman.blogspot.com/2024/10/the-captains-woman.html

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Squatting over the filthy public restroom toilet, my cock taped and glued to makeme flat down there, as I looked over my huge breast implants and the outfit my wife made me wear, I begged to her, "Can’t we untape it so I can pee normally?"

She scoffed, "Do you think squatting to pee isn’t normal?"

"That’s not what I’m…"

"You’re going to have to learn a lot more about what I go through if you want to stay married to me!"

"I’m sorry, dear," I whimpered in my practiced female voice, "I really do want  to make this work, but…"

"You have a cute butt now {giggle} and I love your implants! Do they make you appreciate comfortable bras now?"

"But.."

"No more buts! Tomorrow, you start your job as the receptionist at the auto shop.  You’ll have to use the same bathroom as the nasty men, and deal with their nasty stares.  Maybe after a month or two I’ll let you look like a man again, but you’re going to learn a LOT about being a woman until then!"

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From: https://trappedinawoman.blogspot.com/2024/10/learning-what-its-like-to-be-her.html

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I had inherited a farm from an Uncle I hardly knew, and I was miserable at running it.  My wife, Millie, had grown up on a farm and knew how to do everything but didn't have the body strength for it.  So, she found a way, I don't know how, but she found a way... and we traded bodies and roles!

Now I'm in her body, in her skirts and underwear, feeding the chickens, when she comes up behind me and flips up my skirt, pulls down my panties and pushes what used to be MY cock against what is now my soft, feminine backside!

"Millie what are you doing?" I yelped!  "I appreciate you helping me run the farm, even if it’s weird  you swapped bodies with me, but… wow you’re harder than I ever was when that was my cock!"

"I said I’d do all the farm chores the man does if you used that city boy skills for cooking and cleaning and making a nice home to do the farm wife chores. Well, honey, helping the farmer relax at the end of the day is part of the farm wife chores, and what are you now?"

"I’m the farm wife…" I meekly reply.

"Mmm.. That’s right.. I grew up being the frail girl on a farm, but now I have your body I’m going to finally get to be the man, and it turns me on seeing you in the role I was going to be stuck in! INow let me try that sweet ass of yours, MILLIE!"

I couldn't help it... the excitement being stuck in her cute body was too much, I almost begged "Ooohhh… yes Dear!" as HE sealed my fate by plunging into me!

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From https://trappedinawoman.blogspot.com/2024/10/better-as-farm-wife-than-farmer.html

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Trapped in his penthouse, I step out of the shower, and he comes up behind me, forcing me to open my towel and show him what the hormones and training has done to my body.

"I think it’s cute how you try to hide the changes from me. There’s no hiding those curves, Mia!"

"Please stop this!" I beg,  "I don’t want to be a sexy woman! Turn me back into a man!"

"A man? That’s funny, like you were ever a man. Yeah, you had a cock and didn’t have those great tits, but I don’t think you could ever turn a real man into the beautiful hotwife you are now!"

"But… why, David? Why didn’t you transform a girl into your trophy wife? Why me?"

"Because this is so much more fun! Watching you struggle every day to try to hide your breasts… seeing you squirm when we’re out and they call you mam… watching your body blossom and change under the hormones turns me on! I love how the doctor tucked your cock up inside you so you look like a woman down there… how you let the girl at the salon shape your eyebrows and plump your lips because you thought she was going to make you look more masculine lol!"

He continued, "Yes, I could have had any woman, but to turn YOU into the woman of my dreams makes you a real trophy. A trophy I earned by creating you.  And by the time I’m finished with you, you’re going to be sucking my cock and begging for a real pussy so I can claim you as the trophy you are – my trophy wife!"

The problem was, with the way my body felt, I knew he was right! 

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From https://trappedinawoman.blogspot.com/2024/10/claiming-his-trophy.html

The best stories imo are where the thoughts and consciousnesses blur until the characters can’t tell themselves apart, but I find that rare (not least because it’s hard to write)

I love the idea of dissolving into a partner and I wish more stories captured that all-consuming feeling of being totally absorbed in someone, not being able to tell where you end and they begin sigh

For me the erotic part is not the sex, it’s the slow fusion itself and slow mingling of the two character’s identities and attributes; the logical conclusion of needing closeness

M/F and F/F are the best, love when the body itself ends up androgynous

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My daughter found me looking like a sexy witch, sucking off a boy from the party. Only problem was, I was her dad...

"Oh My God!" she shouted, "DAD? I told you not to wear that amulet! It’s turned you into a real witch! Grandma left it for ME"

"mmm… sorry sweetheart, I know I shouldn’t steal your witchy powers, but… mmmm… it feels so GOOD being an EVIL witch! I’m not giving up this body, or this power for anything!"

"But you’re not even a woman! You can’t be a witch!"

"The amulet was filled with female energy, and now so am I!  Isn’t that right Tommy?"

The enthralled Tommy responded, "Yes Mrs. Dartmouth…"

"You see?" I said to my daughter around the wonderful cock I was sucking, "All the powers of your Grandmother are mine now… Now be a good girl and I’ll show you the dark arts and how to draw power from willing boys like Tommy, unless you’d rather I drain YOUR essence and let ME be the teenaged witch!"

I could feel her defeat and resignation as she said, "I’ll be good… Mother...”

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From https://trappedinawoman.blogspot.com/2024/10/the-witchs-amulet.html