Re-Formed (Maya Fey/Franziska TG)

Mark and Frank were shooting each other glares that could kill. That’s what Frank was in for at least, no strangers to cells, the hulking brute too impulsive to be a bouncer when he’d caught the charge after getting far too handsy with a drunk customer who’d puked on him. Bald as a cue ball, cauliflower-eared and with a decent collection of scars, he kept rattling the chains keeping him restrained to a wall more like a dog on a leash than a person, not that his cell mate was looking any intimidated by the act.

Mark wasn’t as stocky as his glare mate, a hair over six feet and sinewy, skin tan from plenty of outside shifts under the hot sun. Both were currently manacled to the wall of a special correction cell after a fight that had injured three guards, both of them with a history of aggression and a hatred of being demeaned or even the insinuation of being looked down upon. Essentially nightmare prisoners in an already clogged facility always in short supply of public defenders. There had been murmurs of some new radical policy being instated for special cases, not that either Mark or Frank had really given much of a shit on those kinds of prison rumors. Neither was interested in much small talk either after beating each other half to hell as a voice crackled through speakers of the specially sealed cell.

Congratulations boys. You’ve been given a special chance, our first test run after much deliberation. If all goes well you’ll be able to not just make up for your mistakes, but leave immediately. Doesn’t freedom sound nice? The goal of all prisons should be reform, and rather than giving up, we’ve come up with this… alternative solution. We’re all eager to see you both become exemplary citizens and helpers.

Both slackened in their chains, the macho posturing replaced with utter confusion as they wondered if some kind of mistake had happened. Not like they’d say no to freedom, but both had lengthy sentences and parole wasn’t even on the table for another month. The voice intoned some rather dry legal verbiage neither fully understood, masking the faintest hiss as the area around the cell was sealed, the holes of the loudspeaker masking the gas canister exhaust. All the two rowdy prisoners noticed was a slight floral scent, Frank closer to the release mechanism, though the light gas pooled higher as it creeped towards Mark at a higher concentration. Both were sharing confused looks at one another, their time in prison a series of brawls to the chagrin of the guards, neither believing it could be real as their skin began to tingle, Frank sensing a floral scent, Mark’s stomach suddenly growling as he wondered if someone was eating something grilled down the hall.

Well those are the legalities set aside which you’ll understand soon enough. Besides, there was no better opportunity to try this. We could use some more in house legal staff. Though we’ll give you some privacy. Wouldn’t want an HR problem from viewing this since we’ve been assured it will be… an extreme measure but one you’ll both come to love. Enjoy.

And then there was just silence beyond a faint hiss, so soft it was drowned out by their own heavy breathing, only getting heavier and deeper as a slight sheen glossed their trembling forms. Frank was the most doubtful of the whole thing, sure this would all be revealed to be some kind of joke. Some solitary with that tall shit and he’d be let out? Yeah right as if they’d let a murderer off- Where’s the evidence?

“Did you just say something?”

“Cut the crap! I don’t give a shit if we’re in here together I’m not chit chatting with your fat ahhhss! Rrgh…”

Frank knew it couldn’t be him, the voice he’d heard like an ice pick in his brain, his temples throbbing from the forceful assertion. Not an assertion, just part of discovery you fool. Again, every word making his brain tremble, adding a shivery chill to the persistent heat pooling inside. He glanced again at Mark who was rattling in his chains, squirming with a weirdly flushed look on his- Don’t look at a random defendant. I won’t let you escape questioning. The heat worsened, that nice chill in his skull soothing when he heard the voice speak. It gave it an insistent edge he felt compelled by law to follow. Wouldn’t be the first time he’d talked to himself but usually his inner voices were just as rough as him and not so girly, so refined…

Mark was having his own oddities, his ears pricked up as there was this feeling of being watched all of a sudden, his senses telling him he was being cornered, surrounded by… something. The cameras didn’t have their red recording light on which was odd in its own right, but maybe the bulb had just gone out in this shit hole. But there was a rustling around, a hush of almost… whispers? Wasn’t really distinct, more that psspsspss crap bored people do to cats.

All signs pointed to Frank trying to fuck with him which he didn’t appreciate, feeling on edge more than usual from the paranoia and a rumble under his skin like the muscle groups were falling asleep. Well… all of them but the ones between his legs as it rose to half mast, not quite able to work past the discomfort, but that’d only be a matter of time. Especially with an odd feeling of not quite being stroked, but a soothing chill passing through it repeatedly, Mark having to grit his teeth a bit to not gasp. He couldn’t see it, but the kinked hairs on his shaft were freezing and shattering to icy dust, the skin paling as the chills spread.

He really wished he had a hand free to rub at his eyes, floaters multiplying, vague shifts in his vision that didn’t seem right as more chills ran along and inside his body, leaving trails of paler smoothness in handprints as just a hint of fog left his lips as if it wasn’t the middle of summer inside the cell. The irritation caused deeper breaths in, the mist pumping in making his throat tingle like the hint of a cold as inside his larger frame the muscle was breaking apart, Mark swearing he could see wispy things in the vague shape of people floating around as his body was gradually stroked from within. But that couldn’t be real… right?

Let us go over the facts.

Frank was sweating up a storm, panting like a hog in the summer, the voice continuing to make his temples throb, his bran shake, his cock throbbing every syllable. Normally closed off to any stranger, he felt an urge to respond, they had the privilege of client confidentiality after all and didn’t he want to be let out on good behavior? A damp dot darkened the orange jumpsuit, his jowls jiggling a bit as he nodded mutely to his counsel.

The only witness claims the perpetrator was bald, yet you have chin length blue hair, do you not?

Before he could deny it his bare scalp lifted, scrunching his jowly cheeks and neck, strangled gurgles leaking out as hair tore its way out of his pores, eyes watering as pain turned to bliss. His round features were being sharpened, the pull thinning his cheeks, squashing his jowls, lips pursed as he came without warning. Something was being dragged out and it felt amazing, the confidence of the voice making the unnaturally blue locks spilling past regal cheekbones feel natural, his tongue licking thicker lips as the harsh tugging countered any conflicting moans. It was a good thing that witness had mistaken his… hat or something for hair even with such a close look when he-

Furthermore they claimed the attacker had brown eyes with bushy brows atop a gruff face with a pig-like nose with a raspy, deep voice. Sure, we have an intimidating visage, but does that sound like us?

The shift in intimacy and relatability went unnoticed, Frank’s thighs rubbing eagerly against his leaking cock as the words made that trembling feeling in his skull turn to a full collapse, a thick, unkempt unibrow plucking away the connecting bridge, then the bulk, his eyes similarly tweezed upwards from the edges as the sockets slanted. His brains felt like a thick yolk being scrambled as everything shifted, his nose pulling into his skull as the bulbous edges of it flattened, two deflating pops stabbing into the lobes of his cauliflowered ears as two diamond earrings tapped against his gasping features. Said gasps were rising, his throat feeling tight as it slimmed down, the only thing preventing him from squealing out the utter bliss filling him as his irises were washed clean of their muddy coloring, a piercing, cold intelligence filling his glare as the lump inside flattened. Yes just like he planned, the memories of that crime fresh in his-

And it’s not like we have any memories of the crime. Though our alibi needs corroboration, surely we’d remember something so grisly. Be honest, we do have attorney-client privilege.

“Ahhhh AHHHHHHHHN OHHH F-HUUUUUUUUCK~!”

He could finally squeal, the bulge flattened leaving his scratchy baritone to smoothen into an overwhelmingly sultry match for the one in his head, his brow flattening as memories spurted down his sopping wet jumpsuit. It was an overwhelmingly sultry match sensation, the squeeze rumbling down his ill matched body as a messy act of violence turned into a mess in his pants, the fabric sticking to his legs as a beauty mark seared into the top of his left cheek. Something was wrong, a gap in his memories that wanted to be filled, his cock trembling as a different urge to be filled cracked open a small gap as his spent cock stiffened once more. Preliminary questioning had barely started; they couldn’t tap out now…

Mark was already feeling like he was seeing things, the ethereal outlines of things flittering through him and congregating accompanied with insistent brushes with the paranormal, the worst when chills dove into his brain and made him see sparkles and feel weirdly bubbly. Annoyingly that scent from earlier was getting stronger, the smell of sizzling meat leaving some drool, the hunger adding a gap in his thought process. His stomach growled, an odd kind of hunger that mixed with the flurry of vague shapes passing through into a state of lustful hunger, fingers and toes twitching as every growl sucked at his extremities, a pleasant hum accompanying the slimming of them.

The pleasure was overtaking his paranoia, deep breaths making the vague shapes clearer, but still transparent, like human shaped clumps of saran wrap working at his muscles, spectral fingers breaking apart ribbons of muscle as it made the hunger pangs pull more in, manacles feeling tighter as his shoulders rolled together with soft, pleasurable pops. He noticed the growing tautness, eyeing the lessening slack of his bindings when a ghostly hand swiped through his skull, one eye twitching as he thrust, the pretty sparkles like a tickle in his brain stem as he eyed his limbs, nails lengthening, his usually bulging muscles melting to softness as he realized with a start that something was wrong. The manacles count as a form of bracelet, right?

It had been another swipe, more spasms as he felt a massaging squeeze deep inside, slack jawed as the bizarre thought amused him. After all they went around wrists and acted as decoration of some sort, though given they were manacles could they be classified as some kind of necklace with her as the central bauble for the cell? This needed more thought before she sent the query over to her… Huh? It couldn’t be overstated just how nice and tingly that side thought had felt, the spaced-out lack of tension in a daze rewarding him with a massaging compression.

Even as the whispers gained more substance it was just her normal communion with the spirits, their blessings nothing to worry about compared to the far more pressing bracelet manacle question. He was shrinking, barely able to contain the moans struggling to leak out, his limbs softening from sinewy steel to pinchable cuteness as the willowy outlines of people continued to pass through, the chill rolling through and out his cock letting it all flow from his cock in a continuous release that vanished into the aether as it pumped from his tip.

He would have probably stayed in that almost meditative state of bliss if Frank’s orgasmic shrieks didn’t interrupt, thoughts of categories and hunger shaken out as he looked left. The sight of his cue ball cellmate’s head deflating into an absolute beauty simultaneously arousing and horrifying though it was clear where Frank stood on that spectrum as his lustful howls sounded like a strict bitch getting fucked, his thicker body shuddering as each release began to reel it in bit by bit. But it was the sight of Frank’s new face that made Mark’s heart flutter, multiple spectral hands fondling his brain and whispering in his ear my girlfriend looks so hot like- Girlfriend?

“Wait n-no I d-hOOOHn’t~ NNGH uhhhngh…”

His eyes rolled upwards, fluttering as an intense release sucked at the sides of his waist, height dipping below six feet as flashes of that haughty domineering glare seared into his subconscious. It was like a punch to the gut, the rumbling hunger sucking at his core as his prison kept six pack was gulped down, slippery releases spilling out as each cluster was opened, drained and crushed into a smooth, curved tummy, that feeling of the meaty muscle filling her like a nice medium well patty-

“G-Get out of my heeeead ahhhehehehe~ fuuuck fuuucking stahhhp~?”

He could feel the spirits stroking his brain, teasing it as they took turns giving it the coochie coo treatment, some passing through like a sieve as his past was edited, running away from hoKurain village all his escapades as a channeler- O-Oh gods? Pangs of hunger and lust crumpled his core, soft moans of unwanted bliss wrung from his now suspended height, his palms chafing as their callused skin was smoothing over fresher and younger, his hips swinging needily as the continuous releases spiked with sudden spurts of thicker cum.

It didn’t take a rocket science to realize what was happening, Marka having to turn his gaze away from the collapsing form of his girlfriend from all the submissive tinglings it gave him, a light pressure on the small of his back joining in the butterflies as he knew he had to keep his head on straight or else he’d become another moaning mess even if Franzy sounded really hot like this and she’d probably be fun to tease like- Resisting was like fighting drowsiness, his thoughts drooping into that bubblier tone so easily. Felt so gooood~ to channel herself even if it was a teensy bit-

“EEEEEK~?!”

The spirits could sense the resistance, Marka giving an effeminate screech as the air in front of his pecs shimmered, the prickly feeling of dozens of spirits each shoving their hands into his chest unbearably tender as they began to stir the loosening muscle behind. It was a deeply erotic sensation, all those ghostly fingers rolling his pecs like ground beef into thick, juicy, fatty meat, the sizzle of her tissue getting fattier scrumptiously rumbling under her hardening nipples and and-

Eyes and lips were watering, Marka gasping and giggling as his upper half was sculpted, hands still massaging his brain as they stroked his scraggly blonde locks longer, darker, grey hairs turning jet black as his bangs spread uniformly into a nice hime cut. It felt too good, the hands stroking his hair longer, molding his breasts perkier all the while he continued to jettison out height and bulk as slender fingers more used to prayer beads than guns topped positively tiny palms, the folds of his jumpsuit turning baggier and baggier as her spirits channeled all their energy into her, none of her other channelings quite so perverted but wow did they know just how to knead and tickle and squeeze and and-

POP POP CRACK

“OHHHH~ Ohhhh ohhh fuuuuck oh f-freeeak?”

His voice was reedier, but his spine cracked before it had the chance to as all those cricks from pouring over those case files were finally getting worked out! Franzy better be grateful~! Mara gasped, collapsing to the floor, both wrists sore, but springy, his new breasts emphasized by the prominent curve of his spine as they became as perky as the voice crowding out his thoughts which was only natural for a slowpoke who locked himself down to just one identity when there was a whole world of fluid-

Wait… his hands were free. His body was free, Mara shimmying out of his oversized jumpsuit, the cum sodden article more like a blanket than anything he could wear as he looked at his greatly shrunken upper half, tracing curves, feeling just how cute and tiny and ooh~ those manacles were too large. Must have slipped out. Did overseas prisons not have adjustable ones? Not that she was complaining she was a bit miffed how often she kept being put behind bars against her-

THROB SPLSSH SPLSSH 

“AH?! AHHHH CRUD?!”

He jerked out of the trance, an inner tug against his cock making him squeak, hands clasping together in prayer as his height squirted out another two inches bringing him down to five foot eight, plenty more to go as he realized it was now or never, the changes giving him his ticket out as he ran towards the barred door.

Are you trying to get us held in contempt?

Already Franka had a decent case for why it couldn’t be him, but decent wasn’t good enough and neither were those curses, that kind of uncouth language a sure way to lose sympathy from a jury not to mention the judge. Clearly they had to remember their discipline… The sound of a whip echoed in Franka’s mind, his body stiffened, a tight pressure coiling around like he was being squeezed by an anaconda as the pressure bore down.

That blissful feeling of release from his skull was struggling against what pitiful resistance even remained internally to the questions, all that gruffness PULSE etiquette strictly squeezing in, muscle and fat either leeching out as sweat or gushing out as his high school dropout PULSE GED certific- PULSE law school? A veritable flood of case law poured into his mind, lustful howls erupting as his pudgy form deflated with every pulse, everything shuddering as his bouncer physique was being ground down to something more elegant, not the brutish swagger of a bailiff but the regality of a proper Von Karma…

And these rags… No different than a guilty verdict of any jury saw us like this. Might as well throw a burlap bag on our backs and a cloth over our heads. We cannot wear the garb of a criminal.

The fabric of his damp jumpsuit rippled, the pooling fabric grafting onto his skin, Francka moaning half choked by the unbearable tightness of it all, orange darkening to black at the front, ramming into the flabby folds of his pudge as frill unfolded from the spare fabric, white poofy shoulders draping over the vicegrip of starched and dry cleaned sleeves, his arms the first to capitulate as their bulged thickness collapsed into svelte femininity, sausage fingers jettisoning their mass upwards, mass rummaging under his barrel chest before squirting out his cock in torrents.

“AHHHHN AHHH I- C-CAAAAAAAN’T-”

Another pulse, the constricting squeeze of the invisible whip around him shattering his collarbone and shoulder blades, such bulky instruments refined to the razor sharp quality of their deductive reasoning as ripples of escaping mass were fondled and rolled by the tightening outline of a hip length dress. The only contractions allowed were the physical, grammar and proper speaking manners drilling in much like his vertebrae, each tightened like the forming corset bridge of the black dress, fabric condensing into blue gems as the violent orgasms tore through the forming hem of his far more professional ensemble.

“OHHH LORD I CANNOT TAKE THIS B-BUHHHHT I MUUUUUST~!”

His cock was erupting, the end result of so much imperfection being wrung out since the lead suspect had a round, bulky frame and they most obviously did not. The separation between the voice and Franzka was shrinking, a pride at managing this overwhelming sensation fluttering up, stiffening his nipples as they were pinched by the fabric, his physique utterly at the mercy of their father’s tailors, one of the few positive keepsakes he hadn’t tainted with his crimes, but she didn’t want to think of those. No, her thoughts were trailing towards the lewd, flashes of a peppy girl, cases flashing by as she remembered her files, a flash of guilt to spice up the arousal as she remembered prosecuting her…

POP

“N-NOOOO DISTRAHHHHCTIONS MUUUUST F-HIIIINISH EXAHHHHMINATION~!”

It was a good thing she could multitask, part of her thinking of that adorable paralegal she had snatched from Phoenix a few years back, the rest on the case as she continued to go down the reasons it was impossible for her… client? Whoever this Frank was to her, the name no longer a part of her mind, though the next line of questioning was something she was resentful towards. Height. She knew what the report estimated their height to be according to the primary witness, and while she had been shrinking inwards none of her five foot nine had been reduced.

She had control, complete and utter mastery of the case. Sure, she could in theory ignore the question of height, but what about her perfect case? Her endless drive to snuff out even the tiniest glimmer of hope from the prosecution? But it was so nice being almost as tall as her father yet the truth couldn’t be denied… It didn’t help that some of her former bulk was clearly waiting, reduced folds of fat squirming under her dress, the tear around her cock splitting open as the last scraps of jumpsuit plastered themselves to her legs as pantyhose.

“I-IIIII REFUSE TO BE A FOOLISH F-HOOOOL! THE WITNEHHHSS SAID THEIR HEIGHT WAS 5’9” WH-WHIIIILE ~!”

There was a meaty crunch as her top rolled along her spine, striking the vertebrae one by one as fat was fondled up towards her perked chest. Each inch of height lost reverberated down to her toes, the pantyhose rubbing her twitching legs as anything lost in height was added to the pinioned arc of her toes as her arches extended. She was tensed up by every crunch but a fluttery sound in the background let her ride the wave, her toes angled down, well used to increasingly absurd heel lengths as her natural position kept her heels raised out of habit, firm, plush fat bulging from the tight squeeze of her dress, her physique honed from its bulbous source to the peak of feminine regality.

But she was still chained to the wall, Franziska gasping as her cock throbbed and leaked. She wanted to dominate the struggling thing but there was a simple problem with her line of questioning. The filed report hadn’t actually mentioned the sex of the suspect. She just wanted to be done with the thing and finish this silly case, wondering when she’d be let down, only for her demeanor to crack the moment two soft hands reached from behind and stroked her throbbing cock.

“Stupid fuhreaking spirits ha! I won’t let you mess with my head ya dumb weak-“

Like for most of his life, that impulsivity of his was quickly met by unyielding reality as Mara slammed into the bars of the cell door, that brief bit of freedom making him forget that he was still quite obviously locked up, and now he had pissed off the countless spirits amassing around his effeminate form.

“H-Hey wait I wasn’t ahhaaahaha~ no w-haahahaaait oh ohhhohohohoh~!”

What had happened to his breasts was happening all over, countless hands teasing and tickling, his brain shivering as dozens of fingers pressed into the folds. Deep inside his psyche, his former self was still unchanged and struggling for control, only to find his senses hijacked, body going limp as his mind found itself hovering in a void. Stroking, tickling, rubbing, thrusting, he couldn’t even get a word in as the hands fondled his shaft, massaged his muscle, fiddled with everything as they made it clear which soul they decided was best. It was utter control, his synapses channeling only what they’d allow, the spirits teasing till his inner mind couldn’t take it, giggling as every laugh forced his form to contract, each titter its own orgasmic submission into the bubbliness overtaking his mind, his soul as if it was carbonating into a nice soda to join a thick juicy-

CRUNCH

Mara’s catatonic body was trembling, cum spilling from his cock, lips twitching as the bones of his skull bubbled and pulsated, shrinking, softening, feminizing. He couldn’t even beg, fingers rubbing against smooth armpits, circling thicker nipples, rimming his navel and thrusting between his thighs. Each laugh pounded his core to shape, flashes of his old life leaking from eyes crying tears of bliss as they widened, the fingers thrusting at every attempt to hold onto anything of his old life. His own giggling moans were equally dizzying, echoing in the hollowing cavern of his skull, raw sensation making him forget every scar, mole and callus, every inch of his body smooth and sensitive as the endless teasing grew even more intense as all new sorts of weak spots were wired into his body and mind.

Drool was spilling down rounded cheeks, half gurgled sputters bubbling out cutely as his legs twitched, their girth leaking out, toes flexing as bones crumbled and popped as they wriggled adorably, smooth heels grinding together as they arched down, squirming from the mental reformation. The spirits were stirring his innards, fucking his balls, tugging his breasts, spanking his ass, fucking his brain. It didn’t matter what he actually had between his thighs as they remapped his brain to feel what a pussy was like, the fingering going from theoretical to suddenly very real in his mind as the convict couldn’t take it, squealing and giggling and bucking as she forgot what had even gotten her here, what her crimes had even been since Phoenix had saved her the first time and the second and both Phoenix and Franzy had-

She shook her head, unable to remember not having long, ass length hair, the rush of channeling so many spirits making her proud, rapturous screeches hiccuping with bliss as she tried to remember she was something a m-maaaaanacle or bracelet thingy o-or- Amidst waves of chilly teasing there was one last source of heat pulsing down her body, Mara moaning as it spread down her breasts, through her curved core, the feeling of some random soul being filtered out as the spirits spread her mental pussy, the heat chilling till it burst out with a loud rapturous cry. It was just another hand of a spirit hungry for revenge, some of her channeling gone wrong as it thrust at her slit like it wanted back in, Maya happy she had gotten it out since she didn’t want to be some dumb ex convict even if it was for one of Franzy’s-

POP

With two wet sounding squelches of meat and bones Maya’s skull collapsed into cuteness while her hips had splintered apart, the channeler back in control as her hips heaved with the intense rush of cumming out its previous inhabitant like some kind of spiritual birth, her scrotum quickly deflating as hands tugged on her tubes, slurping them inside as her thick cock squirted out the last of its seed. She had definitely gone a bit too far with this bizarre channeling, wanting to try something more in depth as the changes seemed to be taking their sweet time reverting instead of the usual poof and they’re done. There was still this sense of hollow wrongness deep inside, but it was quickly feeling like rightness(or Wrightness if he was here to make that pun to) as her spirits continued to carve out their own channels, her dying masculinity burying itself deep where it would never be found inside her hips as an absolutely scrumptious flood of estrogen pulsed into every corner of her body.

“Oooohooohooo~ ahahahaha~ th-this is r-heheeheeally ahahahaawesome f-heeheeling~!”

She’d never had her spirits get so handsy, not an ounce of fight left in her as her shins and femurs crackled like meat on a grill, her stomach gurgling as another suck tugged against a cock that felt even more massive, the throbbing red organ looking like a prime piece of sausage as Maya drooled. It was her second choice in both organ and meal to fill her, but she was hungry, horny and somewhat delirious with pleasure and there was a very insistent curiosity as she gave it a stroke. She squeaked, the condensed pleasure of a cock radiating along her feminine skin, both kinds of pleasure making her thighs squeeze as the spirits dug into her upraised ass cheeks.

Much like her breasts, it didn’t take long for the flatter muscle to be stirred into proper, curvy cushioning, her thighs driving her wild as they sucked up more height from her shrinking calves, the girlish limbs getting her cock even harder as a man’s pleasure winded the almost girl utterly, her stomach gurgling as she tested the increased flexibility of her spry body. There was that thing she had heard about guys missing a rib trying, her legs folding upwards over her head as she stared at the massive cock bobbing as it was pulled at from within, looking juicier and tastier to the horngry girl by the second. It really seemed like a once in a lifetime convergence, as rare as it hung just slightly out of reach.

“Hey spirits a little hELLMFPH?!”

It didn’t take much more than the thought of it before she felt a boost in her tush, slamming the cock into her mouth mid-ask as her whole body shuddered.

“Ohhhhhmfck~!”

Her toes flexed, Maya not prepared for the immediate double satisfaction of sucking and being sucked off in the same action, her tongue darting out roughly from the urge to scream as it jabbed inside the tip, the whole thing shuddering as she simultaneously licked, sucked and ate herself out as the conflicting urges pounded between her hips. Each suck pulled at her g spot, spreading it to fit her forming anatomy, spongy tubes pulled as slippery fluids began to tingle on her tongue as the dome shaped helmet tip throbbed and flattened. Something immense was building, all those unsatisfying male orgasms making the full body tinglies and feminine throbs all the more intense, her tongue thrusting deeper as she muffled out moans, a hot channel opening deep inside that thrust into her deformed prostate, popping it into a womb as her mouth was filled.

While she was busy fucking herself, her discarded jumpsuit was glowing, the fabrics shifting as reds and blues unfolded from the oversized article, the main body bleached white as it was pulled over to her moaning form. Maya didn’t really mind the interruption, half choking from her own releases as they sloshed about her throat, her cock too slippery as another gurgle from her stomach pulled it tighter, the smooth head popping out as her distended tip squirted out a clear release. It was curling up inside itself, Maya moaning as the rubbery tip flattened inwards, her stomach gurgling as the sound of Franziska’s moans made the feminine urges bubble further as her change reached a messy conclusion.

It was all coming back to her, Maya’s head a bit foggy after such an intense channeling, and her partner’s own o noises was reminding her. Prison reform or something, they had said yes to some kind of experiment and eh, it seemed like a lot more fun of an alternative to being locked in a cell for the rest of your life. Still actually feeling it happen was far more intense than any seminar could express, Maya tossing off her jacket as she let the changes run through her younger, but plenty matured body. The spirits were really giving it to her, memories of past channelings nothing compared to the way her cock was being channeled into a pussy as a starched dress shirt scraped against her tits, Maya doing her best to squeeze her shrinking cock between her sides to avoid staining the forming skirt hugging her curves.

She had heard everything was bigger in America, but the meat filling her nethers was truly massive feeling as it thrust and thrust inside, widening as it spread her, fluids pouring down as pantyhose slid up, even her cup size getting a boost once the rising estrogen finished fiddling with her internals. All the while thoughts of her icy, usually controlling boss moaning like such a needy girl had her excited as the hardness melted between her thighs into a trembling, sopping wetness. There it was, her transformation finished, probably the first time she’d finished anything before Franziska, an exciting opportunity screeching before her as she considered smoothing out her skirt, but then what would the point be? Things weren’t going to be very professional for quite a bit…

“Hiya Franzyyyy~ seems like you need some heeeelp~!”

Franziska was gasping needily as Maya’s hands rubbed up and down her shaft. It was rare seeing the ultra confident lawyer this responsive and teaseable, a sight Maya was most definitely enjoying as she usually had to argue for a while before she melted down her icy exterior, though the melt was rather literal here as each rub of the massive shaft sent bits shrinking backwards, Franziska squealing with every stroke.

“I-I’M NAHHHHT Done with the q-HUEEESTIONIIIIIING~!”

She was blushing madly, embarrassed to rely on her paralegal like this, Maya’s fingers well used to dexterously flipping between files and now showing off every bit of that skill as they danced up and down her shaft. Each downwards stroke spread her hips, the sinking shaft winching open her figure as she groaned and gasped, her ass slowly plushening as she grinded it against Maya, thighs tightening the loose pockets of pantyhose. There was still a bit of awkward tension no matter how many times Maya had said she didn’t mind being prosecuted by her years back, though any pride paled to her bound form as Maya took advantage of her tied up arms to explore her curves.

“I keep telling you Franzy, you’re waaaaay~ too strict. My guy was a lot more resistant but we still finished first. Though hey, you always seemed a bit jealous of guys. Tell me, how’s it feel being one of the dudes for a bit?”

The honest answer was it felt unsightly, Franziska unused to such a showy form of arousal, her pleasurable perfectionist domination always leaving her panties a bit damp, but this obstruction of her justice wasn’t her style even as the thick squirts of masculinity felt like her entire body was being boiled and siphoned up to nirvana. But she couldn’t say any of that, just screaming in a tone saved for the most private of her residences, her gavel banging against her pelvis repeatedly as it sank and sank, centimeters at a clip squeezing in as Maya added a bit of grip to her stroking, reducing the girth as she groped one of her superior’s breasts. Needless to say, even with her pantyhose straining it all, her thighs were a sopping mess of cum and sweat as Maya spanked her thickening ass without mercy.

“This is a fun change of pace isn’t it Fraaaanzy~? Normally you’re the one using that riding crop hehehe~ well you always said you wanted to atone for that first trial. Time to let loose some of that aggression.”

“THAHHHT ISSS NAHHHT WHAT I M-HEEEEEAAANT OH LOOOORD!”

She wasn’t opposed to bottoming but it wasn’t something she savored either, Franziska a larger fan of wielding her whip than being the one spanked though it felt marvelous every time her thicker cheeks wobbled, her shifting internals bubbling with energy as she could feel the masculinity draining out.

“B-UHHHT THE CAAAASE FIIIIILE DIDN’T RUUUULE OUT-”

SMACK SCHLICK

Franziska screamed as one of her balls rocketed inside, deflating with a messy spurt as Maya shrugged, following it with her finger as she began pushing in the remaining one.

“Clerical error. Besides this is the USA Justice system it’s all different and the juries work a whole lot looser and stuff! Plus we’re in the land of burgers and I’m not letting you litigate this case till the cows come home to the butcher for burgerfication. I think it’s time for your closing argument hehehe~!”

It was fun hearing Franzy’s upper register so clearly as Maya pressed on her remaining ball, the whole shaft shuddering as it gushed out thinner and thinner releases, each squeeze and push making Franziska’s screeches die down to adorable gasps and ekes. Near the end she was basically panting like a puppy in Maya’s hands as she stroked it tighter into her forming slit, Franziska’s thighs vicegripped around her arm as she straddled her paralegal, giving a long, lusty gasp as Maya’s fingers fully ushered her into womanhood, her ecstatic face quickly trembling into embarrassed pride.

“I-I hope you know I’m going to pay you back once I’m out of these manacles Maya!”

“Aww, you’re saying that like it’s a punishment…”

“Just get me down from here! You can channel a lockpick or something can’t you?”

At that request a beep sounded, the manacles loosening as she stumbled free, the iron breaking apart as it wriggled into a long whip, Maya catching her before Franziska took an embarrassing stumble.

“You all better not have recorded any of this unsightly display! We signed multiple privacy clauses and-”

“If you did could you send me a copy?”

“Maya!”

“What? It was awesome! How many times do you think we get to even experience tha- Oh right it’s kinda contractually mandated a few more times uh… Well no point worrying about it too much, we've got work to do and more importantly some food to eat!”

Franziska shook her head, still flustered and trying to regain her composure. At least she had started off her American career with a win, both of their clients released of all charges as the two prepared to see what kind of lodgings awaited them. At least Maya was taking it in stride, and once Franziska had a shower to wash off the sticky remnants of their clients she’d do a thorough interrogation of her paralegal, both for American law and also to remind her just who was in charge.

As they walked out the exit a few prisoners were cat calling and whooping, some making very inappropriate comments as she snapped her whip to silence them while making a few notes. There really was a lot to go through, and they could always use more hands and really what else was the point in sending criminals to prison if not to reform. Yes, it would be a very busy few months indeed…