Reversal of Fortune (Commission)

“Cynthia,” I yelled as I closed the front door behind me, “I managed to get off work early and grabbed us some dinner. Any idea whose car that is up front?” I paused as I entered the living room. It took my brain a moment to process what I was seeing. My wife, Cynthia, has always been strong-willed. Her body was athletic, trim, with a natural girl next door appearance. She was probably smarter than I was and, as such, I’m still surprised that she fell in love with a blue-collar schlub like me. Yet, here she was, in nothing but her bra and panties, kneeling with eyes closed, hands on her thighs while in front of my ex-wife, Victoria. 

Victoria was, as I’d last seen her, picture perfect, with flawless skin, dark black wavy hair, and perky tits, all wrapped in a black pencil skirt and matching blouse with a small pink pendant hanging between her breasts. The pendant was new, but I knew from our history that the rest of it was all fake. Six plastic surgeries and a beautician on call will do that. Her vanity and self-entitlement had led to our divorce. “You’re just in time,” Victoria said, grinning ear to ear. “I was going to have this be more of a surprise. You see, I know you. You always complained that I had nothing to offer between us. I seem to recall you calling me a stupid, gold-digging slut.” 

“What are you doing here, Victoria?” I asked. “Did I miss something or didn’t a have a restraining order placed against you?” I looked over at Cynthia. “Cynthia why are you on your knees?”

Victoria continued her smile. “Well, when you use magic to turn a judge’s fifty-something wife into a bimbo with zero brains and huge boobs, you’d be surprised what you can get dismissed. Now, I’m going to do it to your beloved Cynthia. I’m going to turn her into what you despise: a dumb little bimbo.”

I went to move forward but found an invisible wall keeping me from closing. The pendant glowed pink.  Cynthia’s eyes opened, also glowing the same pink. She moaned as her hands went to her tits while her long, brunette locks began to little and curl. I watched, stunned, as the flesh of Cynthia’s bosom swelled against her dainty fingers, her fingernails turning hot pink. At first, I thought she was moving to her feet as she began to rise until I realized that her ass was swelling, pushing the rest of her body up ever so slightly.

If I was being honest with myself, this was massively erotic, pardon the pun. When the hooks on the back of Cynthia’s C-cup bra pinged, she was quick to remover her bra.  Her still swelling breasts were closing on DDD’s, large and melonous on her chest. It was, perhaps, the one fantasy I had about her. Still, I’ve never liked the feeling of implants, which is why she’d decided to avoid cosmetic surgery. Even as the sides of Cynthia’s panties began to strain, she slid one hand down them to her pussy. I could smell her arousal from where I was and saw her head turn to face me. She licked her lips. “Like, can I have your yummy cock?”

Cynthia began to crawl toward me, licking her lips as they grew thicker. I could imagine just how they’d feel around my cock. Her hair had lightened to a platinum blond and her tits, hanging freely from her chest, approached the size of soccer balls. When she reached for my pants, I felt the magical barrier separate. I moved to stop Victoria, but, as Cynthia freed my shaft, I paused. That and the little imp that appeared on the back of my couch. It looked like an overly pregnant busty faerie with obsidian skin. Its eyes glowed pink as it stared at Victoria. As Cynthia’s lips wrapped around my cock, I was torn between watching Victoria and Cynthia. The imp ultimately won.

“Warned you, I did, to not change someone into what they didnae want to be,” it said, before gleefully cackling, “so now I do to ye what ye did to her, threefold as the way of magic.”

I moaned as Cynthia sucked on my cock like an expert (a skill she’d had before she’d been transformed) while watching Victoria’s hair lighten from raven black to brunette to scarlet and then finally to bubblegum pink. The pendant around Victoria’s neck vanished, reappearing around the imp’s distended waist. “No, I, like, don’t wanna be a dummy bimbo slut,” she cried, the pitch of her voice rising as the clothing on her body began to shift overtop her now swell tits and ass. “Like, Tittie-slut isn’t a bimbo,” she pleaded, even as her breasts, now wrapped in a hot pink tube top, swelled past the volleyball-sized tits Cynthia had. “Wait, that’s, like, not my name,” she continued, sounding confused. “My name is Tittie-slut Fucksalot and I’m a big tittied bimbo?” She turned to look at me. “Oooo… a big cock for Tittie-slut. Like, am I your bimbo?”

Cynthia’s lips popped from around my cock and she continued to stroke my cock, leaning back. I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. “No, silly. Like, I’m totally his bimbo. You belong to me, Tittie-slut,” Cynthia said with a smile.

Victoria, or should I say Tittie-slut, wiggled and bounced, her bountiful booty bouncing underneath her black micro skirt as she knelt beside Cynthia and pressed her near beachball sized tits against Cynthia’s side, one hand going to Cynthia’s pussy while the other groped her breasts. Both girls lick at my cock until I couldn’t take it anymore, my orgasm overtaking me and my cum spurting over Cynthia’s face and tits.

Once spent, I leaned back against the wall, watching Tittie-slut lick my cum off Cynthia. My eyes drifted to the imp who waved at me. “So, me lad, you have a choice. Your poor Cynthia’s not smart enough to make it on her own right now. You can either choose to return her to the way she was or leave her the way she is.”

I smiled. “I have a better idea.”

That night, Cynthia handed me a sheet of paper. I peeked under the table she’d been working at to note that Tittie-slut was busy licking Cynthia’s pussy. Neither woman’s appearance had changed; however, the paper I read proved the imp had kept her word. I’d written a quick test just to be sure and, of course, Cynthia aced it. “Like, how did I do? Did I totally pass?” Cynthia asked, pouting cutely and trying not to moan.

“Flying colors, babe,” I said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “You’re okay with the bimbo talk?”

Cynthia’s eyes flashed with amusement. “Like, totes okay, honey,” she said with a smile, “because everyone’s gonna presume I’m totally some dumb bimbo and I’ll, like, get the drop on them every tie-ai-ai-eeee!” Her head tilted back as Tittie-slut’s adept tongue made Cynthia cum for the third time that day. “I think we should keep her,” Cynthia said, panting. I nodded and waved to the imp on the couch who waved back and vanished.