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From: guest
, 110 months, post #41 |
I'm all for lots of transformations across age, race and gender.
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From: guest (guest)
, 110 months, post #42 | |
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From: Nptox18
, 110 months, post #43 |
nice thing you've been writing...can't wait to know where it will
lead...
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From: guest (Anon)
, 110 months, post #44 |
Adding a new character, a waitress. Can't decide either;
Blonde:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tENtFWDfY3c
Or brunette
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QlpAbQrdP8M
Cast you vote please.
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From: hskfmn
, 110 months, post #45 |
Always had a weakness for blondes.
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From: guest
, 110 months, post #46 |
The beauty of having a ring that allows you to morph into anyone
you please is not having to choose one or the other lol. I say both
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From: guest (Anon)
, 110 months, post #47 |
OK Added a bit more. More coming.
https://tgcomics.com/forum/index.php?action=vthread&forum=7&topic=8018&page=2#msg176023
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From: guest
, 110 months, post #48 |
Nice entry. I was thinking you were going to have the wives show up
and Nelson use the ring to turn him and Jeff into waitresses to get
away.
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From: guest (Anon)
, 110 months, post #49 |
That's a great idea too and still time to do just that. What do
people think about adding to this story themselves? Anyone could
contribute a chapter or even just a few paragraphs and we can all
see where this ends up going? Might be fun.
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From: guest (anon)
, 109 months, post #50 |
Melanie and Bridget made their way down the hallway toward the
apartment where all this craziness started. Where that strange old
woman was apparently living out the life of a gorgeous young girl.
The magical ring that had let Melanie experience that same body was
now on the hand of her husband. And where he was, or even who he
was now, was anyone's guess. She was hoping for some clues inside
the apartment where this woman had been living. Bridget Maloney
accompanied her, still thrown by the thought of someone going
around wearing her body.
�I don�t understand�why would Nelson want to be me anyway?� she
cringed.
�I don�t know why Nelson does anything, and we've been married for
30 years!� Mel shot back.
The door creaked open and they peeked inside. Still worried about
all the cops and news crews nosing around the complex asking about
the old woman someone dumped into the woods. Stupid Nelson, she
thought.
There were still clothes strewn all over the bed from when Mel had
been having her personal fashion show using Amanda�s body.
Expensive dresses, tight workout clothes and mounds of shoes and
boots. Though none of it would fit her now. Melanie sighed heavily.
�Looks like Victoria's Secret exploded in here� Bridget exclaimed.
�Look, there�s another closet� she said as she walked over past the
mess on the bed. Mel followed. Inside was a whole other wardrobe.
Not the daring leather and lingerie Mel had been looting earlier,
this was a bit more conservative, older. There was even some mens
clothing in there as well.
�This is cute.� Bridget gasped as she picked out a wrap dress from
inside.
�We�re not here to shop. See though? These are for all the
different forms she could take.� Mel said as she pulled out a
police uniform.
�Well she seemed to have good taste in clothes, whoever she was��
Bridget giggled.
Mel watched Bridget dig through the clothes gleefully. It only made
her miss being slim and desirable. Even if it was only for a few
minutes, Mel had never felt that way in her life. Bridget was very
attractive in a subtle way. Mel envied her for it.
�Hey look at this old suitcase� Bridget said, pulling it out from
behind the racks. �This thing looks ancient!�
Mel glanced over her shoulder as she opened it scattering dust
across the bed. Bridget pulled out an old book.
�What is it?� Mel asked. Bridget flipped though looking confused.
�Not in english, but�� she stopped as her brow furrowed.
She held the book open for Melanie and they both looked on. Some
strange language and crude diagrams.
�Eww� Bridget winced as they came upon a picture of what seemed
like a person wearing another skin as their own. �This is creepy�
�Wait, look.� Mel said as she pulled out a small burlap sack from
the suitcase. She could hear the clink of metal inside.
�Sounds like jewelry to me!� Bridget grinned.
Melanie turned the sack over onto the bed. Two heavily tarnished
silver rings hit the bed. Bridget immediately grabbed for one and
slipped it on.
�Hey might be worth something, if we clean it up� she said as her
eyes fluttered suddenly. A look of shock coming over her face.
�You ok?� Mel asked.
�I can read it�the book. Its all in english now!� Bridget shouted.
�What? thats crazy!� Mel stopped herself and thought of all she�d
experienced so far today.
�I think this is a diary� Bridget said as as she frantically turned
the pages. �Alexander Banshin, Wexford Ireland� Mel slipped on the
other ring and once again looked over her shoulder. This time every
word was in english. Bridget continued, �This magic is dead to me,
for I have overstayed my welcome. I am now trapped inside the
maiden I once loved. I must continue my work.�
Bridget eyes narrowed. �The old woman must have been some kind of
witch.�
�He took her body, this Alexander guy. He somehow got trapped as
her.� Mel added.
�I think you�re right� Bridget replied nervously.
�But you �continued your work� didn�t you?� Mel continued, speaking
directly to the book. �You went one to make the ring with the four
stones. My ring!� she grunted as Bridget turned to meet her stare.
�So Mel, then these rings must be?�
�Possession rings! He must have made the second after the first
stopped working for him. He stayed in her too long. The magic
stopped working for him. Thats why he made a new ring with
transformation magic instead.� Mel grinned as she turned a last
page.
�May as well try it out right?� she said looking right at Bridget.
�Hey wait!.� Bridget cried as Mel jerked toward her in an odd
almost chest bump sort of motion. Bridget�s eyes widened as she
watched Mel�s body disappear inside her own. She buckled. And stood
up smiling.
�And there we go!� grinned a happy Melanie as she spun around in
Bridget�s body. �Not quite the ring I was looking for but it will
do nicely� she teased as she sauntered to the mirror.
Suddenly she looked as if she would puke, arching back as her own
form was cast from Bridget forcefully. The two women stood facing
one another.
�I�ve got a ring too!� Bridget yelled. �Can we agree to no identity
theft??�
Mel sorrily looked up. �Deal.�
�Let�s go get those asshole husbands of ours!� Bridget cried slyly.
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From: guest
, 109 months, post #51 |
Awesome to see you've written more. Can't wait to keep reading this
story.
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From: hskfmn
, 109 months, post #52 | |
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From: hskfmn
, 109 months, post #53 |
Oh man! A very
interesting development! Can't wait to see where this goes!
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From: guest (Anon)
, 109 months, post #54 |
Thanks. The next update will be going back to Nelson and Jeff and
see what they are up to. Hope to have something end of week.
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From: guest
, 109 months, post #55 |
I try to click on the link, but instead of your story, it directs
me to a forum's topic list. I don't know how to proceed from there
to read it.
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From: hskfmn
, 109 months, post #56 |
Something happened to the TGComics webpage. Not sure what it was.
Here's the updated link to the story:
The Ceathru Ring
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From: guest (anon)
, 108 months, post #57 |
Jeff Maloney sat quietly at a back table of Riley's Pub flicking
peanuts into the cleavage of what was probably one of the most
beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. A statuesque fiery
redhead dressed for battle in snakeskin black leggings and boots
reaching for her thighs. Her clingy black sleeveless top held what
he figured were 36-no maybe 38D's. She sat right at his side
glaring at him while twirling her curls around a finger. He landed
another nut and smiled proudly.
"Are you done?" She asked. She being his best friend Nelson. An
overweight, unemployed, soon to be divorced, 50 year old man.
"Are you done turning me into waitresses?" he shot back. Glad to be
back in his own body and free from the mind control Nelson hit him
with.
"Sorry, I just have to try this stuff out" Nelson replied. Grabbing
for one of the dozens of drinks that were sitting on the table
before him. Sucking down a Margarita, he gestured to a man at
standing at the bar in thanks.
"See what you're missing?" Nelson said. "I haven't paid for a thing
since walking in here! See that guy over there? He gave me 50 bucks
just to touch my hair."
"That makes you a prostitute." Jeff shot back.
"You wish." he said as he took a Martini from another passing
admirer. "Oh thank you so much sweetheart! You're a doll!" turning
on the feminine charm.
"I wanna see 'em." Jeff insisted. "You owe me."
"Look, I can't just whip out my tits in a crowded bar!" he said,
giving them a slight push up.
"I need to go test out the new plumbing" Nelson grinned as he
wiggled his new body out of the booth. Jeff couldn't move his eyes
away from the jiggling boobs just inches from his face. Nelson just
laughed knowingly.
"Like what you see huh? Bet you do." he said arching his back and
posing a bit for him as Jeff stayed seated. "I've been fantasizing
about this body for months now. Just didn't think I'd be on this
end of it. I have to tell you though, I've never felt better in my
entire life! I just might stay this way." he said jokingly, though
Jeff wasn't sure. Nelson spun gracefully and walked toward the
ladies room with almost every eye in the bar watching the rhythmic
motion he was mastering with his hips. He was relishing every
second of the attention.
Jeff sat still trying to process all that what happening today. The
possibilities were beginning to entertain him.
Nelson stood in the ladies room for the first time in his life.
Finally alone with the object of his obsession. Standing inside her
skin. He found himself just staring into the mirror in disbelief.
His mind began to race. He made a few silly faces at himself, a few
sexy poses, then he pushed the skimpy top down to expose a perfect
pair of breasts. Once again he found himself unable to breathe in
the presence of this woman. He reminded himself he was not in her
presence any longer. "I am her." he stated to himself. "I am
flawless!" he smiled, moving a hand down the front of the tight
snakeskin pants that clung to this toned figure in the mirror. The
gasp of ecstasy leaving is lips was cut short by the turning of the
door handle.
A gorgeous tall blonde walked in and caught him trying to stuff his
boobs back into his top.
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"Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean�" she stammered
"Its okay" Nelson smiled. "I mean, this is what we girls do in the
bathroom right? Look at ourselves?" Her long legs immediately
struck him in an odd way. He found himself not looking at her in a
sexual sort of way. It was almost as if he was sizing up the
competition.
"I suppose so." she said glaring oddly at him. She stepped up next
to Nelson in the mirror to check herself but her eyes kept darting
back to Nelson.
"Wait...." she exclaimed, turning closer to Nelson. "Kara? I took a
few of your classes at the Cross fit gym."
Nelson looked confused.
"No, my name is Amanda." he insisted. But realizing he had no way
to be sure.
Blondie continued. "I mean, the red hair is new and I've never seen
you dress quite like that but you're Kara Rourke from Kelly's Gym
right?"
Nelson could feel his heart beating faster. He didn't know how to
react to this.
"Umm, yeah it me. Sorry, I was just like totally spacing!" he
blurted out.
"Oh it's okay sweetie, sometimes we all feel like putting on our
hooker boots and hiding out right?" she said condescendingly, going
back to fixing her hair.
Nelson wouldn't have picked up on it if he had been himself but
something inside this female form was telling him to get his claws
out.
"Hooker boots?" Nelson heard the words escape from his lips.
"Oh lighten up Kara. I'm just trying to do you the favor someone
should have done for you before leaving the house in those pants!
And that hair? Ronald McDonald much?" she taunted.
Nelson quickly remembered the power he had at his disposal and
touched the stone that had been housing the image of Carrie the
waitress to her exposed arm, causing a jolt of electricity.
"What the hell was that? Keep your costume jewelry to yourself
please!" she yelled
Nelson smiled. "I think you owe me an apology."
She just turned with a smirk on her face, until she saw the glowing
stone. Her face went blank for a second then came face looking
deeply remorseful.
"I am so sorry, that was not cool at all. You are gorgeous. I was
just jealous is all." she pleaded.
"That's okay, as long as you realize that you now belong to me.
Fully and totally, you live solely for me. Understand?" Nelson said
taking a step back.
"Absolutely, I'm yours to command in any way. I would do absolutely
anything for you Kara." she said matter of factly.
"Great, we may end up being friends after all." Nelson said as he
looked her over. "Are your boobs bigger than mine?" he asked
concerned.
"Maybe just a little" she answered.
"Are you here with anyone?" Nelson asked.
"My fianc�." she said plainly.
"Oh really, what is your name by the way?"
"I'm Brenda Hall." she answered.
"Brenda, there is a guy sitting in a booth around the corner. He's
an older guy, kinda average looking. His name is Jeff. Why don't
you go on over there and introduce yourself to him and tell him
that you are my gift to him."
"Sure. I can do that. Want me to go down on him? I'm really good at
it." she stated proudly
"Oh please do." Nelson smiled as she walked out with her orders.
"Oh this is going to be fun" Nelson gleefully said turning back
toward the mirror.
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From: Nptox18
, 108 months, post #58 |
Really good indeed...
Waiting to see where the story will go next...
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From: guest (anon)
, 108 months, post #59 |
Nelson stood side by side with Brenda, the tall catty blonde he had
just turned into his personal slave. They were both adjusting their
hair in the bathroom mirror. Nelson had just ordered her to go make
Jeff�s night when he had an even better idea.
�It�s Brenda right?� he asked condescendingly.
�It�s whatever you want it to be my Mistress. I live only to hear
your commands.� she smiled through the mirror.
�Glad you said that.� Nelson said as he held the ring closer to her
face pulling it off his finger. The jolt threw them both back a
step as he poured out of the svelt form of Amanda and back to his
own. Brenda�s eyes turned to horror as the ring lost its hold on
her.
�What the fuck are you??? What did you do to me?! Why was I saying
those things??� she cried almost in tears.
�Oh I just want you to know who I really am.� Nelson grinned
slipping the ring back on his finger and instantly transforming yet
again. This time leaving a befuddled Brenda staring into her own
face, smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Within seconds the ring had her
back in it�s grasp and she looked over her new twin with approval.
�So do blondes really have more fun?� Nelson coyly asked.
�Always, Mistress or shall I say Master?� she asked subtly bowing
her head.
�Call me Brenda for now.� Nelson mocked.
�I�m ready to meet your friend now.� The real Brenda excitedly said
biting her lip.
�Great. Just one minor detail.� Nelson said as he put a hand on her
shoulder. She jerked forward as her newly red hair fell over her
face.
�How do you like the �Hooker Boots� now?� Nelson asked as Brenda
looked into the mirror to see Amanda looking back.
�I can be her for you. Always envied her ass anyway!� she smiled
turning and patting her butt over the tight snakeskin. Nelson
looked her over. Seeing her standing in front of him was a whole
different experience than being her. He wanted her. And now she
would do anything he asked.
�I belong to you. What would you like?� the fake Amanda asked.
�Well you mentioned something about being really good at oral
right?� the fake Brenda snarled.
She immediately moved closer. Crouching down at the hips that just
five minutes ago had been her own. She tugged playfully at the
shorts Nelson wore and slid her tongue from her mouth.
�Well I do know this body pretty much inside and out�.you are so in
for a treat.� she gloated as she went to work. Nelson clung to the
bathroom sink and prepared.
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From: guest
, 108 months, post #60 |
Can't wait to read the next chapter. You're doing a great job.
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