[Draft] Robbers (Oc TG)

“Are you sure this is the right place Norman?” Patrick questioned as he studied the place.

“Do you know how hard it was to get this information?” Norman spat. “And yeah I’m sure. I checked the address three damn times.”

“Just want to make sure. If it turns out that this isn’t the joint then Gregory is going to find out what it's like to have some broken kneecaps,” Patrick said, getting a grunt from his partner in crime. “It cost a pretty penny to get the information and I want to make sure that we got our damn money’s worth from this.”

“Then we better make sure not to fuck this up. A rich bastard like Franz is sure to have some good shit there and whatever he's got is sure to set us up for a long while.”

Konrad Franz was the city's biggest philanthropist. He routinely donated to several organizations to improve the local neighborhoods and various other organizations to ensure that they wouldn’t have any issues. The number of businesses and stocks that he had were enough to set a person for life or even several lives. It was part of the reason why he was so willing to donate what would be small fortunes to good reputable organizations no matter how big or small.

His address wasn’t publicly known, in part because of his personal desire to remain hidden, and because he wanted to keep it hidden. He had made it clear in an interview that he preferred to keep his address hidden for security purposes.

“Check your bag and make sure that you got everything. We ain’t going into this shit half cocked,” Patrick said as he went through his bag.

Norman reached into his bag and looked through its contents, making sure that he had everything that he needed. His lockpicking set, the mask that he had in there and a couple back up magazines of ammunition. He didn’t plan to start something, but if things did go down he would make sure that he had enough to last him a little bit. He smiled when he saw that he had everything he needed and pulled out his mask. The younger thief adjusted his hat, so that it was a little more comfortable. Some small strands of his dyed blue air poked through.

“You look like someone dipped your head into a tub of pain with how stupid your hair looks,” Patrick remarked.

“Oh fuck off. It’s just another layer of protection. Might throw the security off. Just going to wash my hair off after this gig.”

“Whatever you say you smurf reject,” Patrick joked, earning an eye roll from his partner.

Once this is over then he would make sure that he would put this behind him. He onl had

“You notice any lights on? Just because it looks like no one’s home doesn’t mean that there isn’t like we thought in that one gig back in Boston.

Norman looked out the window and stared at the building. There didn’t seem to be any lights going on in the house, at least from the side of the house that he was seeing. For all he knew there might be someone on the other side of the house, but now was the perfect time to be put to use.

“Everything seems to be clear. Alright let’s do this,” Norman sighed. He brought his bag over his shoulder and took a heavy breath, mentally psyching himself up for the job.

“Yeah, it's time to see what we can get from Mr. Fancy pants,” Patrick smirked evilly, all of the goods that they could get from it, clearly at the forefront of his mind.

The two of them carefully made their way onto the property, making sure to avoid the cameras line of sight. Both of them held their weapons at the ready, hoping that they wouldn’t have to use, but ready if they must.  They made it to the backdoor and Patrick opened his bag and pulled out a lock-picking set.

“Just give me a second and I’ll have this lock undone,” Patrick said as he put the first pick into the lock.

He fiddled with his tools getting a feel for the lock and trying to figure out what would be the best way to get it undone.

“Alright we got it,” Patrick said proudly. He opened the door and the two crooks smirked.

The redhead slowly pushed the door open, and was pleased by the lack of noise that came from it. They looked around the room and then stepped into the room, Norman gently shutting the door behind them.

The two of them looked around and were greeted to the sight of the a nice kitchen and an extravagant-looking dining room with more paintings and vases out in the open. It looked like part of an art museum. The only thing that stood out more to the pair was the fine,

“Couple of old-looking paintings, pretty sure that just one or two of these would be enough to make this trip worth it,” Patrick whispered as he closely examined the paintings.

“Nah, we need to get something smaller. Bigger doesn’t mean better,” Norman rebuffed. “Besides, if we take something like this, then they’re going to know immediately that this place was robbed. If we can get smaller stuff that means that we can carry more shit out.”

“Fair point, but still, a guy can wonder what we could make with something like this,” Patrick muttered. “If rich boy has something like this then it has to be worth something. Has to be worth a couple mil or something.”

Norman rolled his eyes at his partner's behavior as they continued to walk through the house. Worst comes to worst then they could make a break for it with one of the paintings or vases. It wouldn’t be ideal in his eyes, but it would help make a good haul.

The two of them entered a library looking area and examined the cases, wondering what goods might be inside. Inside were a couple of old ancient relics that looked to be part of some long forgotten civilization, weapons, statues, even books, but what caught their attention the most were the jewelry inside.

A grin formed on their faces as they stared at the ancient artifacts. Patrick went over to the other case and saw that it was filled with much of the same relics inside, making him pump his fist. He clenched his hands, about ready to bust it open, knowing that they had found the jackpot with how much was here.

“I think that we have found the mother load,” Patrick smiled as he looked over the goods inside, already imagining all of the money that they could make if they sold it off to the right person.

“That we did,” Norman smirked. “With all of the stuff here I think that we can get all that we want and some more. Probably be set for life even.”

“You probably would be if you didn’t get caught,” a strong voice said, making the two thieves jump where they were.

The two thieves turned to the doorway, gripping their guns tightly. To their shock, they saw Konrad standing there with his arms crossed, glaring at them almost like a cop catching a pair of shoplifters.

“How did you know we were here?”

“Silent alarm,” Konrad answered, shrugging his shoulders.

“Shit,” Norman spat. “How long before the cops get here?”

“Hopefully long enough for us to get something worth this shirt mire,” Norman remarked.

“Yeah. Now then Mr. Franz, you’re going to tell us where you keep your valuables. The good shit if you want to get out of this in one piece,” Patrick said as he pointed his gun at the man.

Konrad didn’t flinch and continued to stare at the two of them as if he was watching a pair of insects scuttle around the floor. He didn’t say anything or moved to pull something out of pocket. It was almost as if he waiting to see what they would do next.

“Oh didn’t you hear me?” Patrick demanded as he stepped closer, but still Konrad didn’t seem worried.

Patrick aimed his gun at the wall by Konrad’s head, hoping that would be enough to scare him into submission. He pulled the trigger and instead of a bullet, a small whit flag came out of the barrel.

“What the fuck!” Patrick screamed as he stared at the flag, wondering if he was seeing things. He touched the base of the flag, and to his shock, he felt the materials. He grabbed the base of the flag, as if he was going to pull a plant out of the round, and it easily id so withouy any issue.

Norman raised his revolver and pulled the trigger, but instead of gunshots, flowers came out of the barrel.

“What the hell?” Norman said in shock. He grabbed them and flinched, unable to fully process what happened.

“Feel free to check,” Konrad said, seemingly not at all perturbed by the oddity of the situation. “And the rest of the bullets you have. It doesn’t mean much.”

Norman looked at Patrick, then at Konrad, and then at his gun. He pulled out the clip of his weapon and saw that inside the magazine were normal bullets.

“How did that happen?” Norman muttered.

“This is a no injury zone, where nobody can hurt anyone no matter how much they may want to do so,” Konrad explained. “So no punching, kicking, stabbing, and most of all shooting/.

Patrick pulled the trigger on his gun again, and again just like last time, it wasn’t a bullet that exited. What came out was a small steady stream of water as if his weapon was a toy water gun colored black.

“What the fucking hell is going on! How is this bullshit happening!” Patrick yelled.

“I told you, this is a no violence zone,” Konrad reprimanded. “If you two are gonna keep acting violent then I guess we’re gonna have to make sure the rules stick.”

The weapons in Patrick and Norman’s hands suddenly softened in their hands. The finer features that were on the weapons fainted as the metallic shine of their weapons became rubbery and soft. Their grips press down roughly on the handle with their weapons and it’s squished in slightly as if it was foam.

“Jesus Christ!” Norman cried and dropped the toy weapon as if it was a snake. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at what should have been a real firearm.

Patrick threw the toy weapon at Konrad who tilted his body out of the way. The toy gun slammed against the wall and then fell down.

The two crooks moved to rush him, knowing that the two of them together would have been able to overpower him.

“Alright that’s enough of this you clowns,” Konrad said.

With a snap of Konrad’s fingers, the chains from the display case flew out and around the pair of thieves. They wrapped around their legs and brought them together. The metal chains leghened as they wrapped further around their bodies, ensuring that they wouldn't be able to force themselves up no matter how hard they tried.

They tumbled onto the ground and could only squirm around where they were as if they were a pair of fish stuck on land. They tried to force out the chains, but the old metal remained round them as if someone had put them in the tightest knot possible.

Footsteps made the two thieves stop and see Konrad was walking to the pair. He had a large smug smile as he walked to the pair, who paled at his approach. Their hands clenched at their approach and again they tried to move, but there was nothing that they could do to get away.

“Now let’s get rid of those masks, now that you’re properly detained,” Konrad said. He kneeled and pulled off their masks, exposing their faces.

“Fuck,” Patrick cursed at having his face exposed.

“God damnit,” Norman cursed, and tried to look down at the ground to hide his face, earning a ,alicious chuckle from him.

“Why are you afraid to show your face? You're not that bad looking,” Konrad chuckled. “By the way, not a bad hair color, though I would have dyed my hair something else.”

“No then …I was about to say gentleman, but that would be an insult to real gentlemen everywhere. So mooks, you chose the wrong place to try and rob. The real question is what should I do with the two of you?” Konrad hummed.

The two thieves gulped as the thoughtful look he had in his eyes and wondered why he hadn’t called the cops or something. It should have been a quick open and shut case since he had somehow tied them up in this weird way. The way he continued to rub his chin as he explained them, vaguely reminded the pair of a cleaner they knew when he was looking at them. They couldn’t believe it, but after the insanity they had just witnessed they could only hope that the police arrived soon.

A sinister smirk that simply looked wrong on his regal features made the criminals gulp. In all of the pictures and videos of him that they had seen of him on the news. None of them showed

“Can’t you just call the police you fuck?” Patrick insulted, wanting nothing more then to get out of here.

“No, it's filth like you that winds up making things harder for everyone. It would be to easy to just call the police and get you thrown into jail. I know exactly how to deal with trash like you. You know what, I have the perfect way of dealing with you,” Konrad smiled, but it did nothing to calm them down. “I recently read another one of those trashy gossip articles going on about my love life. I think now would be the perfect time to put those silly stuff behind me with one fell swoop.”

The two thieves squirmed against the chains binding them as they struggled to get away from their captor, unaware of the changes that were currently happening to their bodies.

The two crooks shrunk as they struggled against their bindings, almost as if they were being forced into a smaller and more petite form. As they got smaller, the chains loosened, making the two burglars smile slightly and continue to try and break out of the chains wrapped around their bodies. When they stopped getting smaller, Konrad chuckled.

“I think we don’t need these anymore, so long as the two of you remember to keep your manners,” Konrad smiled.

With a wave of his hand, the chains around the two suddenly disappeared and the two crooks quickly got up. They looked down at their bodies and noticed how much looser their clothes suddenly were, but paid it little thought.

The two gasped when they saw that Konrad, who previously had been just a little shorter than them, was now a head taller. They stepped back and looked down at their clothes again. The two frowned when they saw loose sleeves that drape over their wrists.

“What the fuck,” Patrick muttered as he stared at his altered form, not quite sure what to make of it.

Patrick rubbed his eyes, wondering if this was just some fear-induced hallucination or something. He looked at the artifacts wondering if they were coated in something that was making him see things.

Norman focused on his body and how calm and in control Konrad had been since the start. There was only one possibility and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. He looked at the philanthropist his body filling with even more terror then he had originaly felt when the insanity of it all camr to him.

“Is this…Is this your doing?” Norman gulped. After everything that had happened tonight, there was only one logical, well as logical as things could get at the moment, and that would be

“Indeed it is,” Konrad admitted without any hint of shame or hallucination.

The two shuddered again as the hair that was on their bodies disappeared as if they had been given a full body wax to remove every little piece. If anyone were to look over their bodies now they would see that every blade of hair that they had below their eyebrows had been picked off, leaving their skin as clean and hairless as professional models.

“Your punishment is only just beginning, but when it is over, well you won’t have to worry about working a day in your life. I suppose…in a twisted sorta way you’re going to get your wish,” Konrad smirked smugly.

“Whatever you’re doing asshole you better stop it now before I knock your lights out, powers or no powers,” Patrick threatened as he matched forward, eager to follow through on his promise, but stopped when his arms felt like someone had dipped them into a vat of water.

The more muscular thief looked at his arms and saw the muscles that were in his body reduced as he got even smaller. His arms trimmed as the power to them reduced. The muscles jiggled around as if they were filling with more fat. Despite that they didn’t bulge with fat, but rather they still maintained a trim tone to them as they slimmed. The changes reached his upper arms and the muscles that were bulging there reduced, much to his horror. They got smaller, the balls of muscle that he had put much effort into stregheneing himself so that he would be able to handle anything coming his way.

Patrick pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and flinched at the sight of the smaller womanly limbs that he had now. He pressed down on his bicep and flinched at how easily it gave into his fingers. He knew he had thin dainty womanly arms that looked like they belonged to a woman who had never worked hard a day in her life.

While this was going on, Norman’s body was feeling wrong as well. His slimmer body trimmed every so slightly. He pressed his arms and frowned as his digit pressed against his body with greater ease. The only thing that he could think of as he studied his limb was that it looked more like it belonged to a young woman who made sure to groom herself with how thin they were, only having a litheness that showed she was naturally healthy.

Norman looked at his smaller daintier hands and shook as he stared at the cleaner refined nails that he had now. It looked like he had just clipped them with how neat they look, but they were longer than they had been as if he had only evened them out rather then made them smaller.

“Trust me that this is only the start,” Konrad said.

“What are you going to do to us next you fuck!” Patrick demanded, his rage and desperation giving him the courage that he needed to make demands despite the situation.

“Wow,” Konrad muttered as he scratched his chin, a smile coming to his face. “You’re a brave one for approaching me like this.”

The crook stumbled as his legs wabled, Patrick feeling like he was walking on a wet floor. He struggled to maintain his balance. He breathed as his toes curled of their own will. His breathing picked up, as he seemingly lost control of his feet with how they were acting now.

Norman grabbed the case as his lower legs felt off. He raised one of his legs and ran his hand over it. His sense of balance was suddenly completely thrown out of whack

He looked down and paled further as his shoes suddenly loosened. Despite it all, he looked, wondering what was happening down there, and saw that his ankles were getting smaller. Neither of them dared to pull off their shoes, afraid of what they would look like this did. Both of them were sure that they would see small womanly feet the moment they pulled their shows off.

It continued up their legs and the two crooks' balance was put to the test as it suddenly felt like they wre standing on frozen ice. They wobbled and gulped.

“Don’t worry I got you,” Konrad chuckled.

Patrick squrimed in his hold as his hands opened and closed. Then he threw them down childishly as if he was struggling to grab something.

Now now, theres no reason act like you’re a little kid,” Kondrad berated.

Norman raised his leg, leaning further on the antique case to support as he did so. He whimpered at the leaner muscle there as the pants he wore loosened, he pressed down and was surprised by the lack of resistance that he faced down there that made him want to scream.

Their thighs swelled, pushing against the confines of their pants as if they were trying to escape. The thieves could do nothing as the loose material tightened around their frames again. The two of them weren’t sure how to feel about the change to their bodies as they struggled to deal with them. Unlike the changes to their lower legs, their thighs expansion didn’t immediately cease. They continued to push against their dark jeans, making the two of them wince as the fabric tightened and dug into their bodies. The back of their pant tightened against their glutes, making the outline of their flat posterior all the plainer for the two of them to see. They swore they could see the seams of their pants straining as they struggled to keep the delicious curves that the criminals had gained in check as their junk was being crushed between them..

“Please, no more,” Norman cried, wincing at how far his pants were digging into his frame.

As if hearing his plea, the growth of their lower body slowed much to their relief. The two watched in horrified trepidation, unable to bring themselves to look away, praying that it wasn’t a tease. The growth to their legs finally came to an end when they had huge meaty thighs that could never have belonged to men, byut curvy women that would have made leg lovers cream their pants everywhere the moment they saw them.

“That is more than enough curve for the two of you. If we need something more then we can go from there,” Konrad remarked.

“Fuck this!” Patrick cried as he tried to force his pants off his body, uncaring of what might happen next. Yet the tightness of his pants only got worse, and there was nothing that he could do to stop it.

Norman tried to stop himself from giving in to the changes that were happening to his frame, and yet he couldn’t. It was like they had been vacuum sealed against his body with how little room they had. He whimpered as the zipper of his pants mashed down on his privates as if someone was roughly forcing their ankle against his manhood. He tried to undo the button there, but it wouldn’t come up.  With that failure he tried to force his finger underneath the waistline, but still he was having trouble trying to get it undone.

“My legs!” Patrick cried, staring at his transformed legs and tried to adjust them so that his genitalia didn’t feel like it was getting crushed between his legs, but it was proving to be a far greater challenge than he could have imagined. He tried to tear them in half, thinking that maybe it would be enough to break out of them, but to his dismay he was met with the same failure.

Patrick wanted to break out of the hug that he was in, but he still couldn’t bring himself to fight back and get violent with the power that was exerted on him. His heart fluttered at how he was held in his arms despite how he should have been utterly terrified of the current predicament that he was in.

“Are you alright?” Konrad asked mischievously, placing a hand on his delicate head.

Patrick gulped and yet a dark red blush came over his face the more that he looked at him. He looked at him, and couldn’t help but

“What was your name?” Konrad questioned looking at him with such a dashing look that made his heart skip a beat.

“P-Patrick,” the crook said, and then frowned, inwardly cursing at how weak and pathetic he sounded.

The two of them winced as if waists were being crushed by the chains again, except this time it was far worse. After a second, their mid-sections gor smaller, making the two of them wince as they could feel their waists move inward.

Their shirts and jackets drooped on their sides, showing how far the changes were.

Norman hugged himself, and could feel every centimeter of his trimming waist line idssapperng. It wasn’t just that though. He could feel his stomach changing, and saw that Patrick was going through the same thing as he pressed down his attire, and could see the hard abs that he had disappear in seconds.

The moment it was over, Norman raised his shirt and gulped at the sight of his altered core. He had never been the most physically fit, and gained abs, but his stomach was now flat as a piece of paper. He stared at his new smaller waist, unable to fully comprehend the changes. He shivered, and ran his hands down his waist. He shuddered, a pleasing warmth coming over him as he did so.

“What the fuck is happening to us?” Norman muttered. “How much further is this bullshit going to go?”

“Relax and you might figure out what is happening to you exactly,” Konrad stated, making Norman’s head shoot up as if a gunshot had gone off.

Konrad stepped closer to him, and Norman stepped back ,dreading his approach. The jiggle of his thighs made him quiver as he struggled to keep calm. The way his new sexy thighs kept rubbing against his dick only served to further to further arouse the young man. His pants gained a noticeable tent that only sserved to make his face heat up in aroused shame, wishing that there was something else that he could do to make it stop.

“Don’t look!” Norman pleaded, feeling so self conscious that he would welcome the cops taking him away right now if it meant that he would be out of this weird situation with his masculinity in tact.

“Now why would we do that?” Konrad questioned.

He reached out and Norman stared ar his hand, wondering where it would go and what might happen to him next. Norman flinched the moment he felt his hand brush against his body. He just stood there, observing him as if he was a terrified animal. Yet there was something else as well. An emotion that he couldn’t quite place for now. He didn’t want him to remove his hand.

“Such a fine waist wouldn’t you agree?” Konrad questioned.

“No its not!” Norman rebuffed.

The intial burst of anger and rage that Norman had changed admired Konrad’s body. He didn’t think that he was that built since he had always worn a suit. At most he thought that he was only a little defined with how the rest of his body was.

“See something you like?” Konrad questioned.

“Do you regularly workout?” Norman questioned and then blinked as the question he asked. He hadn’t meant to ask that question. It had just slipped out. He knew that these feelings were not originally his, and yet he couldn’t help but feel attracted to him, as strange as it was to admit.

Norman looked over Konrad’s shoulder and saw that Patrick was slowly, carefully sneaking his way to the door. The blue-haired effeminate man frowned at the sight of his friend.

Well if he was going to just leave him here to Konrad then why should he bother to look out for him now.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Norman questioned, staring right at his partner.

Konrad looked over his shoulder and quirked a brow at the sight. He sighed. “I should have known that you would try to escape while I was distracted. Guess its true that there is no honor among thieves.”

“Shit!” Patrick cried and then forgone all sense of quietness in favor of getting out of here.

Patrick reached the door to get to the hall, right as two pops reverberated through the room and again the thieves flinches as if a bomb had gone off right next to them. They stumbled once more, but this time there legs didn’t feel off, but their pants tightened again. Patrick and Norman looked down, and watched in terrified, only to see that their legs had maintained the same standard curve that it had before.

“No leaving the room,” Konrad ordered and the door locked. “We’re all going to stay in here as this continues and make sure that we know where everything is going.”

The door shut in Patrick’s face forcing to remain in the room and earning a scared eep from the transitioning man. This didn’t stop him from trying to force the door open, hoping that if he tried hard enough then he would be able to get out of here and make his escape. Whatever happened to Norman would be on him. Right now it was everyone for themselves!

The two looked back down, wondering what was happening to their lower bodies now. They could only stare, trying to find why their pants was getting tighter for some reason. They continued to tighten and it wasn’t until moments later they noticed why with how their hips were sticking out of his frame.

“Our hips now to!” Patrick tried. He tried to shove them back as if they were parts slipping out, but they refused to do so. He breathed, desperately wishing that he would wake up now and they would be getting ready for the heist.

Konrad went over to the desperate redhead as if he was a predator that had found something far more entertaining, letting Norman breathe a little easier. His heart fell, as if he had been shown a disturbing sight that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

“Save it for later,” Norman muttered as he placed his hands on his hips and moaned as he started to massage them. His breathing picked up and his digits moved as if they had gained a life of their own. He closed his eyes, focusing on the arousing heat that was coursing through his body.

Neither of the two could say who had the curvier lower body. Both of them had the widest hips that they had ever seen. Their legs were the perfect example of womanly sensual beauties, along with plush thick thighs that only accentuated how womanly their lower bodies were.

Suddenly Norman’s mind paused as what he just thought. He looked down at his lower frame once more, even if doing so made him want to gag as if he had drank a particularly foul mixture.

He gagged as he brought his hand up to his throat, his heart stalling and his head feeling as if someone had grabbed it in a vice grip and pressing own on his head.

“We’re becoming women!” Norman cried.

“What!” Patrick cried, looking at his companion as if he had just told him that the sky was green. He looked back down at his extra thicc lower body and frowned. “Fuck now I see it.”

“Yeah, I wondered how much longer it would take before the two of you were able to see for yourselves what was happening,” Konrad confirmed.

“Please turn us back! We will never rob or break the law ever again!” Norman pleaded.

“And how can I be sure that the two of you won’t just go back to your life of crime the moment that the two of you get out of here?”

“Can’t you just use your bullshit magical powers to ensure that we don’t,” Patrick said.

“I could but I already made my decision on what shall happen to you and I am a man of my word. I will stick by my original thoughts on the matter.”

Before either of the changing thieves could say anything, they coughed and hacked as their throats suddenly became dry as if they hadn’t had anything to drink in days. They brought their hands to their throats and traced them, instinctually resisting the urge to pull their hands away from their body. The groans and hacking that was coming from their voices rose in pitch, much to the transitioning boys' dread. Their eyes twitched as they struggled to keep their mouths open.

The dread Patrick and Norman felt, only continued to grow as they struggled to keep their bodies under control. Their jaws altered as they were pulled farther out, their cheekbones altering. They winced and groaned as their noses let out a loud crack as if they had been punched in the face. They held their faces, and whimpered at the unfamiliar facial sensations, their minds imagining what the new them must have looked like now, and were terrified by the prospects.

“Perhaps a mirror would for the two of you some good. Are you interested to see what you look like now?” Konrad questioned playfully.

With a snap of his fingers, Konrad conjured a mirror that floated in the room, letting the two of them see what they looked now. The two crooks gasped when they saw their transformed visages looking at them in the mirror. There was hardly anything about their old features, only a pale shadow of the men they had been at best. Their faces were nothing short of divine beauties who would be able to seduce anyone they wanted.

Norman raised his hand to his face and traced it. His shuddering grew at the features that he was feeling. It felt so wrong, so off that he wanted to heave and yet all he could do was feel as if someone had dumped into a vat of acid. He was sure that if he had anything in his stomach before this encounter he would have puked it up with how nervous he was now.

“We aren’t just stopping at your faces. Oh no, now we are going to get right to the fun parts,” Konrad smiled.

Despite the ominous word and situation that they were in, both of their faces burned and a part of them found themselves admiring his good looks.

Norman shook his head, while Patrick continued to stare at Konrad. His fingers twitched and moved on their own as he gulped and his breathing increased. He wanted to complain, to say something, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything

Patrick and Norman jerked as a sudden heat overcame them. They whimpered as their pants got tighter, both fearful of what would happen to them now. They looked down and saw the front of their pants had noticeable mounds there, that made their faces burn brighter then it had ever before in the entire process. Just as quickly as the tightness appeared, it eased, and yet that did nothing to ease the terror that was in there hearts.

Norman’s eyes bulge as he quickly realized what was happening.

“No please! I don’t want to be a woman!” Norman pleaded again, as he reached down, he cupped his junk and jumped as if he had been kicked in the balls, but he held his hand there. The feeling of his hard member allowing

“Please!” Patrick pleaded quietly, his face bruning. He shimmied from side to side. He could bring himself to touch what was between his legs. A sense of wrongness came over him, the more he thought about his shrinking anatomy.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, being a woman isn’t a terrible thing,” Konrad said. Feel free to just play with yourselves as if you were jacking off to a nice porno or something. I’m sure that you would find much more enjoyment out of that, especially since this will be the last time that you get to enjoy those twigs and berries that you have been on your legs.”

With one loud wet slurp, Patrick and Norman’s members retreated into their bodies and were quickly followed by their privates, earning a loud saucy moan. The two women reached down between their legs and felt their new entrances. They flinched when they felt a new pair of moist lips that were all but eagerly asking for attention to come to them. Their self inspection was interrupted when Konrad moved again. He walked over to Patrick and stopped right in front

“Welcome to the world of womanhood,” Konrad chuckled. He brushed some of Patrick’s longer hair behind her ear. The former crook’s blush intensified and she involuntarily brought her thick thighs together as the heat between her legs soared to new heights.

“People will know that we have gone missing!” Patrick said quietly, as if he wasn’t sure himself what would happen next.

Norman frowned, knowing that it was a fruitless attempt. With how certain he was of everything, he was sure that Konrad had the means to make sure nobody w;d notice that they had gone missing. The only ones who would, would probably be their contacts, and they wouldn’t do anything to risk themselves. They would probably just grumble at the fact that they had lost a potential client.

Konrad laughed at Patrick and said vindictively. “As far as the rest of the world is concerned, the two of you have always been like this. Whatever past the two of you might have had before is now inconsequential. Even you two won’t remember this or anything else related to who you were.”

Patrick and Norman shuddered again at the lustful eager look that was in his eyes and braced themselves. They studied their forms again, wondering what would be the first thing that would change about them. Both of them stared at their chests, waiting for the horrid moment that they would grow a pair of breasts, but to the pair’s shock that didn’t happen.

Instead, the two new women froze as their butts expanded against the confines of their pants. They meweled erotically as the tightness in their drawers worsened even more then it already had. They undid their pants buttons and pulled down their zippers, their dicks feeling like they were being roughly

“Please no…no,” Norman muttered as she rolled her hips and struggled not to slam her thighs together. She wanted something, anything inside of her with how hot and bothered she was. She looked down at Cameron’s pants and the large tent he was sporting there, made his mouth water like a thirsty slut.

Patrick didn’t even bother to try and hide her arousal, she openly panted like a bitch in heat. She stared at Konrad, imagining the things that the two of them could be doing in the bedroom, making her face burn brightly.

A large rip formed in the back of their pants, no longer unable to contain their asses, which continued to expand. The two looked, their attention on Konrad, overwhelmed by the need to know what their rear ends were looking like now. Their blushes burned at the sight.

“How much bigger are they going to get?” Patrick wondered as she gently wiggled her ballooning fair cheeks.

“Just enjoy the growth while you can,” Konrad ordered, and then gently smacked her on the ass.

Patrick stumbled from the strike, and let out a cute little squeak. She bit her lips, wishing that Konrad would spank her one more time.

Their butts finished growing when they had massive rear ends that stood out behind them like another pair of shelves. Their lower cheeks were nothing short of immense and it would have been impossible for them to go anywhere without having a delightful bounce to their rumps that would have made everyone with even a drop of warm blood in them go wild.

“Very nice,” Konrad commented. “Absolutely perfect to go with your new wonderful selves.

Patrick smiled as a surge of confidence came over her. She stood a little straighter, and her smile brightened.

Norman rubbed her thighs together and stood a little straighter, the hunger with her swelling. She clenched her butt cheeks, earning a small little clap from them that made her twitch and flush. A slight giggle came from Patrick and a lustful look crossed Konrad’s face that made her heart fall.

“No,” Norman muttered desperately. She tried to keep her head on straight, but it was getting harder.

“I think it's time that we put the two of you into some clothes that better fit your bodies,” Konrad muttered as he examined Patrick and Norman intently. “Those drags do nothing except take away from your beauty.”

Konrad snapped his fingers and the dark clothes that Patrick and Norman wore shifted. Their Shirts and pants merged together, the rips on their clothes mending. Their pants legs merged together forming a long dress that covered their legs. Patricks clothes gained large streaks of white as gold formed on the dress, while Norman’s dress became was a darker pink dress that snuggly hugged her body

“I think it's missing a little something though,” Konrad remarked. “A small thing to bring it all together.”

Two small golden bands formed around Patrick and Norman’s ring fingers, making them jump. They look down at what was wrapped around their digits and saw simple golden wedding bands,

Patrick smile, staring at the ring on her finger as if she had just won a lottery. She ran her fingers over it and smiled at the cold medal. Memories rushed into her mind, of a perfect wedding day. The beach that they had went to, her family there. Everything about the day had been nothing short of perfect.

“Patrick?” Norman questioned, staging at her comrade. There was none of the fire that she in the start. There was only a demure comely woman who would enrapture anyone with her nature, or the bombshell of a body that sinfully contrasted her demeanor.

The woman blinked and looked at Norman, as if she was confused about something.

“Whose Patrick?” the woman questioned.

“That’s your name?”

“What?” the blonde questioned, looking at Norman as if she had grown a second head. She wilted under the intense worried gaze and moved behind Konrad. She latched onto his arm and snuggled against him.

Konrad wrapped his arm around Patrick’s waist, who immediately looked a little more confident from his advances. She let herself be pulled into his arms. The blonde smiled and leaned against his body. She could feel his hard member push between her cheeks, but didn’t mind it. She gently wiggled her hips and smiled at how it seemingly got a little harder.

“Don’t worry Piper,” Konrad said, gently as he brushed locks of her hair with his free hand.

“She’s just having a little freakout. To be honest, I love both of your dresses. Really makes your breasts pop out.”

Piper smiled, and then gasped as her face darkened as chest swelled. She slowly rolled her hips, as if she wasn’t sure what she should be doing. She turned to Konrad, biting her lips, a clear need visible in her eyes. Konrad laughed and pulled her close, his hands exploring her curvy frame. Her growing bosom pushed her away from Konrad, as if they were a pair of airbags. She struggled harder, as if she refused to let him get away. It was like watching a volleyball being filled with air. Her bust finally finished growing when they had become a huge H-cup that made some basketballs look small. Right as Piper’s bust finished growing, Konrad moved away, just enough to show of the new massive bust Piper had now,

Konrad and Norman stared at the new bust Piper had, the former in lust, and the second in horrified awe. Konrad fondled Piper’s immense chest, who smiled gleefully and placed her hand over his. The two got into another makeout session, hungrily exploring each other's body.

Norman starred as Patrick and Norman made out, drooling knowing that if she still had her member it would be harder than diamonds. She would have wanted nothing more then to motorboat those immense funbags as if it would be the

“That should be me,” Norman muttered, and then grimaced.

“Ahh right, one last thig,” Konrad said, and turned to Norman, who cursed under her breath.

Norman looked down at her chest and could feel her nipples perk against the bra she wore. As if the pump on a helium tank has gone off, her small flat chest expanded. She looked down at her swelling chest and gasped at the sight of her expanding hooters.

“No!” Norman cried and grasped her chest. For a single moment they fit in her hands perfectly, before they grew too large for her dainty hands to hold. Flesh escaped between her fingers and forced her hands further out as the mass of her honkers continued to expand. Norman pleaded with all sorts of gods, looking at Konrad pleadingly as she was forced to adjust her stance, lest she tumble to the ground because of her boobs. Her breasts just kept getting bigger and bigger, the thundering electrical buzz going through her mind, closing her thoughts. They became just as large as Piper’s massive chest, if not a little larger. They stood out proudly on her chest, like a pair of divine orbs that were meant to be praised by all.

“You're just as beautiful and as appealing as I hoped you would be Nora,” Konrad said.

The name rang true in Norman’s mind, acknowledging that was her true name as a sensual smile formed on her lips. She stepped closer, making sure to bounce her bust and thrust her chest out. She savored the attention she got from him, her mind filling with fantasies of what he could do to her body to make her feel so alive.

Revulsion filled her for a second, and the fog on her mind ceased and was replaced with a look of disgust. Nora shook her head and tried to get her thoughts in order but it only got harder to do the longer it went on.

“No! No! I hate bj’s I hate-”

“You hate how wet they make you?” Konrad questioned.

Whatever Nora was about to say was completely brushed aside as her memory went elsewhere. Another moan came from the former male as her thirst grew. Memories rushed over of her happily bobbing her head up and down his cock, sucking on it like a wanton dutiful wife as she mushed it between her breasts. She brushed her thighs together and her face darkened further as her heart skipped a beat in terrifying joy. Konrad took a handful of her breasts, and fondled them, making her need grow.

More memories rushed Nora’s mind as she recalled a beautiful wedding. What stood out the most in her mind was the sexual thrill that came from the night after.

Nora gasped as she was pulled out of her fantasies, by Konrad playing with her left tit. Piper stepped forward, and Konrad chuckled as he placed his hand pon her breast with his free hand and gently massaged it. He took his hands off their chests, making Nora and Piper wilt.

“Girls I would love to explore your bodies some more, but if we’re going to be late to the party.

“But afterwards shall we have some fun?” Nora questioned.

“Of course,” Konrad chuckled.

“That sounds lovely,” Piper agreed.

“Now then shall we be off then? It would be rude to be a little to late, and you girls do have to stake your claim?” Konrad smirked.

“You’re right there,” Nora gigged.

Piper and Nora threw themselves at his side as they walked out. They both snuggled against him, making sure to press their immense busts against his body. The two jumped as Konrad’s arms snaked around their bodies again and massaged their full buttocks. Both of them couldn’t wait till after the party, and the fun they would have.

As they made their way to the car, Konrad couldn’t help but feel proud. Not only did he take a couple of no good criminals off the streets, but he also gained two perfect trophy wives.

‘Perhaps I should consider this on a larger scale,’ Konrad pondered. ‘Turning more criminals into women, to fill various positions could only be a good thing.’