Shorty

Kirk to Scotty, have you been fucking around with the transporter settings again?

Learning

OK Peter, you are adapting adequately. Each little step will bring you a reward. Remember when you got your first uniform? My, how you complained! But after a week with your cock tucked away safely you saw the futility of protesting and asked to be released.
 And I did release you, didn't I? Because you accepted the clothes I chose.
Then , when you stopped complaining about the heels I removed the plug. See? acceptance brings rewards.
And you cried and screamed so much when I mentioned surgery! But the days in the cage with the collar sorted that out, didn't it? It felt so good when I released you to move around again, you remember how grateful you were? Yes? That's good. It is good to be rewarded for acceptable behaviour Peter. And the surgery gave you a body that pleases me, so you got to sleep in a bed again, instead of that blanket on the floor. Much more comfortable, yes?
Whats that? Yes, you understand that pleasing me makes your life better, one step at a time.
Now, would you like those pegs removed?
You would? Good. And what should you do to get them removed?
That's right! Good girl! Yes, pleasing me will get them removed, you learn quickly 'Petra'. Now, young lady, lets discuss pleasing me in more detail. To start with you can call me 'Master'......

Maids

Hey Sam, the Judge just called me into His office. He says owing to our good behaviour we only have two weeks of our punishment to run and then the clinic will return us to our old bodies and lives.

Really, two weeks is all Dave? And then back to the old lives of the office and bars? 

Yeah.........

Yeah.......

Yeah..........no more being used and abused

Yeah........no more having to suck on the Judge's cock whenever he tells us too
Yeah........ no more of these uniforms and all those curtsey's and giggling. We can get back to chasing the girls again.

Yeah.........Fuck it, I need to find something heavy, that window is going to have to go.
You do that, I'm off to scratch my name into the paintwork of his Rolls. Should be worth
another six months, you reckon?

Yeah!

Tell, the truth

It was such an easy bet to win - just shoot the apple of his son's head and win land, wealth and the sevices of one of the Tyrnat's concubines for the rest of his life. Lose and he would serve the Tyrant in his palace for the rest of his life.

Of course he took the bet - he was the best archer in the land - steady of nerve, eye and hand. So what had gone wrong?

William had heard of the Tyrant's magical powers, obviously, but there was a pledge not to use them until the bet was won or lost. William also knew of the strange sense of humour the Tyrant possesed, but the thought of losing had never crossed his mind, he was the best shot in the land, after all (until today), he reminded himself. He was at a loss to understand the failure.

　

'Oh, bad luck there', he heard the Tyrant say,'now come and sit on my lap "Wilemina" and let us discuss your new duties. Or would you fancy a double-or-nothing bet with your sons service the wager'?

A time to diet

I can see you are struggling there Rupert, and not only with staying in that dress! Well, let me explain things. You remember what you said about my sister? You said you only went with her because fat girls like her have to give out so easy because it is the only way they are ever going to get boys, that they are usually a cinch to lay.

Well, dear, you should know that I have powers beyond your imagination. I have enjoyed transforming you Rupert, but am going to enjoy even more watching you struggle with yourself - you see, although it is fun to see you in that body, I thought that that wasn't quite punishment enough. You see, every time you have sex from today onwards, you will put on two pounds, and just to add to the fun I have increased your sex-drive by rather a large amount. So there it is. Celibate and slim, or fun time girl and like a zeppelin. I'm betting on 'blimp'.

                                                                     28 days later.......



Personal Assistant

"Hello, Mr Benson's office.......

no sir, I am afraid Christopher Johnson no longer works for us here at Ace Pharmaceuticals......

yes sir, it was a sudden departure.......

I don't think it is a secret that he considered himself something of a ladies man sir, yes......

well, apparently he overstepped the mark with the company president's niece here......

maybe I can help you sir, I am Chrissie Johnstone, Mr Benson's personal assistant"

step dad

stop whining Pete, if you hadn't been such a troublesome son then I wouldn't have had to take these measures. Now, tonight is a big night for the two of us, I intend to bring back my date, and I don't need to remind you that I plan to marry him and get my hands on some of that fortune he has. I have done my bit as best I can, and it is up to you to start repaying me back for all the hassle you have given me recently, not to mention your recent 'treatment'.

 If I marry him you will be sent away to college and maybe, just maybe, the changes can be undone. You will be friendly, cheerful and prepared to help me entice him into marriage by not refusing any requests.

so you had better practise hard and get it right if the need arises. Oh, and no spitting it out, you will pretend to like it, OK Petra'?