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Once a Cheater - Commission (Tg)
🕑 Added 2025-10-18 16:00:17 +0000 UTC"Ben!" Mira shouted, tears in her eyes as she thrust her phone towards him, "How could you!" Ben looked at the screen, causing all the blood in his face to drain. A gallery of photos in front of him showed his recent escapades, including the multiple women he had been cheating on Mira with. These weren't photos you could blow off by claiming you were just friends; quite a few showed kissing, groping, and even full intercourse courtesy of a micro camera he hadn't seen. "Mira, baby, I can explain!" Ben stammered, trying to get himself out of the mess he created, "They were uh- I mean um-." Mira kept sobbing as Ben fumbled to come up with even a bad excuse, her sorrow slowly building into rage that he couldn't so much as come clean when caught.
Mira's anger boiled over, causing her hand to take over, slapping Ben across the face, unknowingly sending ancient familial magic into his body. Ben held his forming welt as he watched Mira storm out of the room in tears, heels clacking on the hardwood. Ben's mind turned from Mira to the strange feeling deep in his core that was rapidly rising, trying to claw its way out of him. His hand felt odd on his face, causing him to look at it. A scarily feminine gasp escaped his lips upon seeing pink acrylic nails on the tips of each finger, which themselves were thinner and softer.
Ben began to panic as anyone would at seeing their body start to change rapidly, but this did him no good as each breath stirred the warmth in his chest like a bellows fueling a fire. He fell back on his bed as his legs went wobbly, his nails clawing at the shirt that started to itch on his tender nipples. "W-what's happening?" Ben exclaimed to himself in a cute voice that was not his own as he pulled the shirt from his body and stared at his expanding areolas. Soft, pliant flesh started to pool behind them, filling his hands until they could no longer be contained. Ben pulled his delicate hands away, letting his generous tits hang freely from his chest.
He gawked at the genuine pair of breasts on his chest in shock before being distracted by the warmth moving downwards to his hips. Cracks and pops filled the room, only drowned out by Ben's moans and groans. His hips grew wider, setting up a frame for the inevitable packing of meat onto the bones. Like clockwork, his thighs and ass started to expand, spilling onto the bed like hot lava. His sex was not safe from this growth, quickly being swallowed by the valley of flesh before it was inverted into that of a female's. His face, with its once strong jawline, softened to become cute and accommodating, as if begging to be caressed. His hair shifted hue to be a dark plum before growing slightly in length into a cute bob, which perfectly framed his sultry face.
Ben stood, his, or rather her, new center of mass causing her to stumble slightly. She felt every jiggle and ripple of her new body as she shuffled toward the mirror. She couldn't believe her reflection as an attractive woman stared back, a look of submission in her eyes that would drive men crazy. A headache started to form, causing her to rub her temples. She could feel memories being replaced, but was helpless to stop them. She kept trying to recall who she actually was or what had happened when a noise startled her from behind.
"B-Ben?" The former man's roommate said in shock. That name sounded familiar to her, but she couldn't put her finger on why; all she knew was that a tall man stood in the doorway to her room, and she was without a shirt. "Who are you?" She asked, genuinely puzzled, her soft-spoken voice only adding to her submissive aura. "You... don't know?" He asked, getting closer to the woman. "I'm sorry," she said meekly, "I didn't mean to offend you." He grabbed her chin and forced her to look the foot up to him. "Silly, Bea," he improvised, "How can you forget about your boyfriend?" Neurons fired as the new woman tried to understand what was happening before they reorganized themselves. "I'm so ditzy sometimes," Bea said, smiling at the memories of her boyfriend.
"I'm not dating you for your mind," the man responded demeaningly, enjoying the idea of a woman who was totally submissive to him, "In fact, I'm pretty sure you called me in here for a reason." Bea looked down at the tent he was pitching in his pants as instinct took over, and she unbuttoned him. "Now, be a good girl and take care of that for me, will you?" The man chuckled as she tied her hair behind her head, happy to please her master.
