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On a cool spring night, two childhood friends were cuddling on the couch watching a romantic movie. Alicia and Valentina were snuggled together under a blanket, sharing a bowl of popcorn as a romantic scene played on the TV.

Alicia’s eyes sparkled as she imagined herself in the scene — a handsome, muscular man holding her hands and confessing his love under a golden sunset. Meanwhile, Valentina wasn’t watching the movie at all. She was staring at Alicia’s face, glowing softly in the light of the screen. Her heart raced and her cheeks flushed. To her, Alicia looked more radiant than water in the middle of a desert.

“Oops, I didn’t realize how late it is,” Alicia said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Should we continue next week?” she asked as she headed toward the door.

“Uhh… Y-yeah, sure. That’s fine,” Valentina replied, forcing a smile as she got up to walk her friend out.

Under the starry sky, Alicia hugged Valentina goodbye and reminded her not to finish the movie without her.

“O-of course not! I… I like watching it with you…” Valentina said, clutching her chest.

“See you next week, bestie!” Alicia called as she walked away.

Valentina stood at the doorway, watching Alicia disappear into the night. A single tear rolled down her cheek. No matter how much she wished or tried, she knew Alicia — who was always talking about her fantasy prince charming — would never be interested in the love of another girl.

Valentina sighed in resignation, wiped her eyes, and looked up at the sky. In the distance, a shooting star streaked across the heavens for a brief moment.

“I wish I could at least have a chance…” she whispered before going back inside.

Feeling defeated, she dragged herself to her room, planning to collapse into bed and get some rest before her workweek started. The warm embrace of her sheets was the only comfort she expected… until she felt a strange tingling on her chest.

Valentina tried to ignore it, but soon an unusual warmth began to build between her legs. No matter how much she tossed and turned, the sensation grew stronger and hotter. Her whole body started sweating. The tingling in her chest became impossible to ignore, and she let out a soft moan as if invisible hands were caressing her.

“Mmmnnnfh! W-what… what’s happening to me?!”

Valentina gasped, throwing off the sheets, thinking they were causing the heat.

The cool breeze from the window gave her a brief moment of relief, but then her body began to spasm uncontrollably.

“Nooooh! NMFH! What the— AAAAAH!”

She looked down just as the heat intensified. Her round breasts, clearly visible under her shirt, slowly shrank until they disappeared completely. Her torso flattened as bones cracked and shifted. Valentina trembled as her shoulders broadened and her chest expanded. Her shirt grew painfully tight until it tore open with a loud rip, revealing a strong, masculine torso and defined arms.

“W-W-WHAT IS THIS?!” she cried out, her voice growing deeper and thicker with every word.

Her narrow waist widened slightly while her hips narrowed. Her curvy figure vanished, replaced by a straight, athletic male body.

“Ooooh God yesss—” Valentina groaned as the heat rushed to her groin.

Her legs lengthened with a mix of pain and pleasure until she reached 1.80m tall. Her thighs became firm and muscular, her calves defined. Fine body hair began sprouting across her chest, arms, and legs.

“MMNH, GOD— THERE’S SOMETHING— OH NNNFH—”

A powerful tug hit between her legs. She felt her pussy lips pulling together and sealing shut. Her clit throbbed and swelled rapidly, rising into a fully erect cock. Heavy balls dropped between her thighs. The heat and pulsing of her new manhood were overwhelming. Almost instinctively, Valentina wrapped her strong hand around her new cock and started stroking.

The pleasure was hypnotic. Her hand moved faster as her legs trembled. The room filled with deep, masculine groans as the last feminine features of her face faded. Her jaw became square and strong, her lips slightly thinner, and a light stubble appeared on her chin while her hair shortened and turned slightly greasy.

“NO— OOOOH NO, THIS ISN’T—”

The deep male voice coming from her own mouth snapped her back to reality. She jumped out of bed and stood in front of the mirror. Staring back at her was a tall, handsome, athletic man. Broad shoulders, defined muscles — the perfect leading man from a soap opera.

For the first time in her life, she felt strong. The throbbing erection between her legs confirmed this wasn’t a dream.

Suddenly, a strange surge of energy ran through her body as her cock twitched on its own.

“OH MY GOD, IT’S MOVING BY ITSELF!” she shouted, grabbing it with both hands.

Right then, the bedroom door swung open.

“Sorry, I forgot my charger…” Alicia said, freezing in the doorway. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of the naked, handsome man standing in Valentina’s room.

“Uhh… I think you left it in the kitchen,” Valentina said with a shy, awkward smile.

That small familiar expression was all Alicia needed to recognize her friend in this strange man.

“V-Valentina…?”

Valentina nodded, quickly grabbing the sheets to cover herself as she began explaining what had happened.

“But how is it possible that you just… turned into a man out of nowhere?” Alicia asked, touching Valentina’s firm, hairy chest in disbelief.

“I don’t know! I saw you leave, looked up at the sky, saw the shooting star and… Of course! I wished on a shooting star! I can’t believe it actually worked!”

“But… you wished to become a man? Why?” Alicia asked.

Valentina’s face turned bright red.

“I… I didn’t exactly wish to become a man. I wished… to have a chance,” she said, looking down while gently holding Alicia’s hands.

“A chance for what?”

Valentina stayed silent for a moment, then released Alicia’s hands and stepped closer. She wrapped her strong arms around her. Alicia could feel the heat of Valentina’s broad, hairy chest against her cheek. When Valentina lifted her head and looked into her eyes, Alicia saw the same sweetness she had always known… but now it felt completely different.

Her heart raced faster as she blushed.

“Alicia… I’ve liked you for a very long time. More than just as a friend. But I knew you didn’t like girls, so I guess the star gave me the chance I always wanted.”

Valentina gently held Alicia’s chin and leaned in until their lips were inches apart.

“Wait, you idiot!… Doesn’t it bother you? I mean… aren’t you worried about giving up who you were just to make me like you?” Alicia asked.

“THEN IT WORKED?! YOU LIKE ME NOW?!” Valentina exclaimed with a huge grin.

“I’M BEING SERIOUS, YOU IDIOT!… I don’t think you should take this so lightly,” Alicia said, looking down.

“Well… I don’t feel any different inside. Maybe stronger than before, and you look a bit shorter now, but I still feel the same way about you. The only difference is that now I have the confidence to tell you… What do you think?”

Valentina asked, wrapping her hands around Alicia’s waist.

Alicia couldn’t stop staring. Even though it was her best friend’s eyes looking back at her, the strong masculine face and the firm hands on her waist filled her with a whirlwind of emotions.

“Well… the truth is… I CAN’T HELP FEELING ATTRACTED TO THIS FIRM, HAIRY CHEST, HEHEHE. AND YOUR ARMS ARE SO FUCKING HARD, GOD! JUST HAVING THEM AROUND ME MAKES MORE THAN MY HEART RACE! THAT STAR DID AN AMAZING JOB!”

Alicia shouted with a big smile, drooling slightly as her hands eagerly explored Valentina’s body. Valentina grabbed Alicia’s ass, pulling her tightly against her so she could feel her hard cock pressing against her stomach. She tilted Alicia’s chin up again and looked into her eyes.

“So… what’s the problem?”

As Valentina leaned down, Alicia closed her eyes and stood on her tiptoes. Valentina’s strong hands squeezed her ass firmly while Alicia wrapped her arms around her neck. Their lips met, then their tongues, both of them finally surrendering to long-suppressed desire.

Without any effort, Valentina lifted Alicia and carried her to the bed. She laid her down and tossed the sheet aside, revealing her fully naked, masculine body.

To Alicia, this wasn’t just any man — he was her ideal man. Her body burned with desire to be taken by him.

“Hey, look… did you know it can move?” Valentina said, making her erect cock twitch up and down.

“No way, that’s crazy! Haha, it looks like a happy puppy tail,” Alicia laughed, watching it move.

Valentina couldn’t hold back anymore. She grabbed her cock and started stroking it as she moved closer until it was right in front of Alicia’s flushed face.

“God, you really did become a man… How does it feel to have a dick?” Alicia asked curiously, watching precum drip from the tip, making it glisten in the moonlight.

“It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it feels amazing. It feels like it’s about to explode. And when I look at you… I can only think about being inside you.”

Valentina moved her hips, rubbing the tip of her cock against Alicia’s cheek. Alicia took it with both hands, looked up, and asked seductively:

“And how does this feel?”

She ran her tongue from the base all the way to the tip, then began sucking with desperate hunger. Valentina moaned deeply as Alicia’s tongue explored every inch of her new cock. The intense suction nearly drove her crazy with pleasure.

Valentina’s deep, masculine groans filled the room. She grabbed Alicia’s hair with her thick hands, guiding her head as she sucked harder. Unable to resist the lustful look in Alicia’s eyes, Valentina pushed her cock deep into her throat. Alicia gagged but kept sucking eagerly until Valentina felt an overwhelming wave of heat building at the base of her cock. Her balls tightened, her toes curled, and with a powerful groan she exploded, filling Alicia’s mouth until cum overflowed and dripped down her face.

“OOOOOH GOD, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!”

Valentina cried out, nearly passing out from the intensity of her first male orgasm.

“The pleasure is… completely different. I thought I was going to die for a second! HAHAHA, THAT FELT INCREDIBLE!”

Valentina stood up, still rock hard and full of energy.

“Mmm… don’t tell me that’s all! I want to feel that cock buried deep inside me, all the way to my womb! Be a man for me and fuck me as much as you want,” Alicia said, licking cum from her lips while touching herself.

That was all Valentina needed. Pure animal instinct took over. He pounced on Alicia like a lion on its prey. He ripped open Alicia’s blouse and bra in one strong pull, freeing her breasts. Valentina devoured them hungrily, sucking and licking her nipples while Alicia moaned and scratched her back.

Valentina’s hands moved lower, stripping off Alicia’s shorts and tearing her soaked pink panties. He rubbed her hard cock against Alicia’s soft feet for a moment before spreading her legs wide open.

“Oh, you pervert! It feels so hot and wet… Do you like it?” Alicia teased, rubbing her toes against Valentina’s cock.

“Fuck yes! I was curious how it would feel. I was saving the best for last.”

Valentina grabbed Alicia’s legs, spread them wide, and rubbed her throbbing cock against the wet spot on her ruined panties. Then she ripped them off completely and pressed her thick cock against Alicia’s dripping pussy.

“OH SHIT YES! Your pussy feels so fucking good!” Valentina groaned as he pushed inside.

Alicia’s tight walls gripped her cock perfectly. Lost in lust, Valentina thrust harder and deeper, driven by Alicia’s loud moans.

“NAAAAH! WHAT A MAN! MORE! DON’T STOP! GIVE ME MORE!” Alicia screamed.

The pressure built rapidly inside Valentina again. With a deep, powerful grunt, He buried herself as deep as possible and came hard, flooding Alicia’s insides. Both of them moaned loudly as they climaxed together.

Valentina collapsed beside Alicia, completely satisfied. For a moment they wondered if it had all been a dream, but their heavy breathing, sweaty bodies, and the cum leaking from both of them proved it was very real.

They looked at each other and smiled, pulling one another into a warm embrace.

“God, that was incredible. Being inside you, becoming one with you… I never want this to end,” Valentina whispered, gently stroking Alicia’s face.

“So… how about round two?” Alicia asked with a naughty smile.

Valentina grinned, full of energy again. He grabbed Alicia’s legs, pulled her into position, and thrust her entire cock inside her in one smooth motion. As he fucked her passionately, he looked up through the window and saw another shooting star streak across the sky.

“Thank you… for giving me the chance!”

Valentina said triumphantly, flexing her arm while continuing to pound Alicia relentlessly as her moans filled the room once again.

The end.

Hiyaaaaaa, lovely people!!!! 🥰

This time I'm sharing the first story I've ever written with an FTM theme.

Gotta be honest with you—I had a bit of an internal conflict while writing it. I'd really love for you guys to tell me what draws you to the idea of transforming into a guy, because that was honestly the hardest part for me 😅 I swear, I've never gone through anything like that while writing before.

I literally froze at the exact moment I had to describe how Valentina's character was supposed to feel, haha. My mind went completely blank, and I'm just hoping the end result turned out okay.

Your feedback would seriously help me a ton for future stories with this theme. 😁

Behind the reception desk sat a twenty-year-old girl with soft light-brown hair that fell in gentle waves to her shoulders, fading into a pretty pastel-pink ombré that gave her a sweet, playful look. A few loose strands framed her face tenderly, shifting with every little movement.

She had big, expressive light-hazel eyes framed by long lashes that made her curious, soft gaze even sweeter. A small, delicate nose and naturally full pink lips that curved easily into a teasing smile completed her fine-featured face, along with a natural flush in her cheeks.

She had a slim build with soft curves. Her formal clothes fit her perfectly: a slightly fitted white blouse that showed off her narrow waist, paired with a black pencil skirt that reached her knees and highlighted her slender legs. Low heels gave her a professional-yet-youthful vibe, and a subtle necklace added a touch of sweetness.

She was completely focused on her phone, happily texting her boyfriend, when the little bell above the door of the dermatology clinic (where she’d only been working as a receptionist for a month) chimed to announce a new client.

A curvy figure with wide hips, a tiny waist and a full bust walked in. Aglaë wore a light smile as she headed straight for the desk.

“Good morning, young lady. I’m looking for Doctor Amélie. I was wondering if she’s too busy today to see me,” Aglaë said politely, leaning in a little. “Ammh… excuse me…?” she added when she realized the girl hadn’t even noticed her.

The receptionist kept smiling and biting her lower lip while typing fast, never taking her eyes off the screen. Aglaë’s patience vanished in seconds.

“Tsk. If you like living in the clouds so much, you can stay up there for the rest of your pathetic little life.” She pointed a finger at the girl.

Before the young woman even registered Aglaë’s presence, a sharp electric jolt shot through her fingers.

She dropped her phone; it hit the floor with a hard clack.

She finally looked up—just in time to watch her own hands start twisting out of control. Her fingers stretched, flattened and fused together while flesh and bone cracked and rearranged themselves into the delicate structure of a pair of wings.

“W-what… what’s happening to me? No, please!” she stammered, voice shaking with pure fear.

“If you’d paid a little more attention this wouldn’t have happened. Hahaha! Enjoy your new life up in the clouds, honey.” Aglaë watched the girl shrink bit by bit.

Her whole body started contracting fast. The blouse and skirt suddenly hung huge on her as she felt the weight of her breasts vanish in a cold-water sensation sliding down her body. The fabric slipped off her narrowing shoulders and waist. Her shoes were left behind as her feet shrank. Empty stockings crumpled around feet that were already reshaping into bird-like claws while her legs shortened and sprouted soft feathers.

A full-body numbness hit her, followed by an unbearable tingling—like hot sand scraping her skin—as feathers erupted from every pore. First across her new wings, then over her now-flat chest, then down her back and legs. Light-brown plumage with soft pink tones quickly covered her completely.

Her face began to warp with wet cracks. Nose and mouth fused and hardened with a pinching sensation while her big bright eyes rounded and turned jet black.

Every bone in her body snapped and realigned with sharp, tear-inducing pain. Her spine curved; she felt her organs shift and compress as she shrank down to the size of a swallow.

Terror and desperation flooded her while she still kept her full consciousness.

“No! P-please! I didn’t do anything to you!” she cried, voice already distorting, tears streaming.

“You should have, sweetheart. Bye-bye~” Aglaë leaned over the counter, watching what was left of the girl get trapped under her own clothes.

“N-no! M-my fami— Chirp! Give me back my— CHIRP!! Please, I want to go back to— CHIRP! CHIRP! CHIRP!” The screams turned into high, frantic bird calls until only desperate chirps came from her new beak.

A tiny swallow now struggled on the chair, completely buried under a pile of clothes. She flapped wildly, chirping in panic as she tried to fight free of the fabric. Her wings beat uselessly against the blouse, the chirps growing sharper and more frantic.

“Let’s see, let’s see…” Aglaë picked up the appointment book on the desk. “Oh, a three-o’clock! Heh, perfect. See? Wasn’t so hard. Better learn to fly fast or you might end up as some cute little kitty’s lunch.

HAHAHAHAHA!” she added, watching the swallow tumble to the floor and thrash desperately, her own thong tangled around her wings as she tried to drag herself forward.

“CHIRP! CHIRP! CHIRP! (NO, NO, NO, WAIT, THIS CAN’T BE REAL! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO BIG?! M-MY OWN THONG WON’T LET ME MOVE!)” the girl screamed inside her mind, still trying to process what had just happened to her.

Aglaë walked away without a second glance, leaving the swallow to her fate. She hummed softly while her heels clicked down the empty clinic hallways until she stopped in front of Doctor Amélie’s office door and slowly pushed it open.

“Yoo-hoo~ Anybody home?” she purred.

“Excuse me? Are you looking for someone?” the doctor answered from behind her desk, still looking at her notes.

Doctor Amélie was thirty-two and still looked remarkably young. Average build, soft triangle silhouette, natural elegance. Warm hazel eyes shone gently behind large round glasses with thin black frames. Her dark-blonde hair, the color of old gold, was pulled into a neat low bun with a few loose strands framing her face. Clear, well-cared-for skin with a light natural flush on her cheeks.

She wore a clean white blouse with discreet buttons and three-quarter sleeves under a perfectly pressed white medical coat with her name embroidered on the left side. Dark jeans and comfortable black sneakers completed the look.

“Oh, of course! Are you Doctor Amélie?” Aglaë asked as she stepped inside.

“Yes, but I’m afraid you’ll need to schedule an appointment if you want help with those little wrinkles around your eyes,” the doctor answered with a warm smile.

Aglaë’s mouth twisted. She walked closer, looking the doctor up and down, then said:

“Actually I need help with something else. Tell me… what shoe size do you wear?”

“Excuse me? Why do you need to know that?”

“Oh, doesn’t matter. I don’t think your shoes would fit me anyway. So why don’t we try a different pair?” Aglaë purred, smiling.

Before the doctor could even process the words, a bolt of energy slammed into her chest.

The impact stole her breath. Instantly it felt like someone had dumped a bucket of boiling water over her entire body. A scorching, strangely pleasurable heat raced across her skin, making her nipples harden at once and forcing an involuntary moan from her lips.

“Ahh…! What… what is this?” she gasped as her knees buckled.

Her flesh started melting with a hot, viscous sensation, like soft wax under a flame. Her arms sealed against her sides, fusing into her torso while bones cracked and rearranged between moans and tears. Her legs pressed together and merged with the rest of her body under a pulsing heat that, mixed with pure terror, sent traitorous waves of pleasure rolling between her thighs.

“Unnf… N-Nooooooh!” she cried out as she came hard, feeling the cool air suddenly hit her now-naked skin.

“Don’t fight it. The less you struggle, the faster it’ll be over. AHAHAHA!” Aglaë laughed, eyes locked on her.

The doctor felt her breasts flatten and disappear while the white coat and blouse slid off a body that no longer had shoulders or hips to hold them. Completely naked in the middle of the office, her clear skin glistened with sweat. Her mouth began stretching obscenely downward until it almost reached her feet—which were already turning into fused stumps against her chin—opening wider and wider as her lips thickened and hardened into what looked like an entrance. She felt her tongue lengthen and flatten, sliding inside her own transforming body and becoming soft, cushioned insoles.

(A-a-aAAMMMH MAKE IT STOP M-MAKE IT STOP ALREADYOOOOOOH!) she thought, writhing on the floor, unable to stop coming.

Her body slowly split down the middle into two identical forms. Each half twisted and molded like fresh clay. Skin changed texture and color—from soft and clear to something like high-quality white plastic with subtle stitching that looked like fine leather.

Dark-blonde hair fell out in thick silky clumps that disintegrated the moment they touched the floor. Her face lost every human feature: eyes sank and vanished, nose flattened, and her entire skull stretched and fused into the rest of the new shape.

(Mngh-ph… M-my body… t-t-this can’t be happeningOOOOOOH!) she thought in rising panic while the humiliating, traitorous pleasure kept rolling through her.

The last thing she could feel was her vagina sealing shut while her clit stretched and flattened into a little tongue right at the edge of the heel. Every nerve ending fired mixed signals of pain, heat, and a strange pleasure that kept getting stronger and more addictive.

One by one her senses started to change. First her sight vanished—the light around her faded completely until she was trapped in absolute darkness. Hearing went next; everything sounded muffled, like she was underwater. She could still feel the breeze on both halves of her body, as if they were somehow still connected.

Her sense of smell stayed sharp—actually it got even stronger. She could pick up the faint disinfectant scent of her clinic mixed with the clean, fresh smell of her own new interior. Her taste intensified too. What used to be her mouth was now filled with the flavor of the soft leather that surrounded her from the inside.

And there she lay, on top of a pile of clothes soaked in her own fluids: a perfect pair of white nurse’s shoes, clean, fully formed, and ready to be worn.

(Haahhh! W-what just happened to me?! Why is everything dark?! W-W-WHAT IS THIS?! S-S-SOMETHING IS TOUCHING ME! UUUFH IT STINKS!) the doctor thought as she felt soft caresses sliding over her motionless new body.

“HAHAHAHA Oh please, don’t be so dramatic! I take very good care of my feet. See for yourself.” Aglaë was sitting in the doctor’s chair, playfully stroking one of the shoes with her toes.

(UGH! WHAT IS THIS WEIRD TASTE?! WHY CAN’T I CLOSE MY MOUTH?! W-WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BODY?! I CAN’T MOVE!) the doctor thought as Aglaë slipped the tip of her foot inside.

From the comfort of the chair Aglaë toyed with one shoe, holding the toe with her fingers while she rubbed the soft interior with the toes of her other foot.

“Hehehe… Still haven’t figured it out, sweetheart? You’re just a pair of shoes now. Perfect for keeping me nice and comfortable while I wait for my next victims.” She wiggled her toes deeper inside.

The constant rubbing of her toes against the insole sent soft electric sparks racing through every inch of Doctor Amélie’s new form.

(UUUUUGH! S-SHOES?! MOOAH! N-NO, NO! THIS CAN’T BE POSSIBLE! I-I’M A WOMAN!) Amélie screamed in her mind as Aglaë’s foot slid all the way in until it pressed against the heel.

“Hahahaha! What are you talking about? Look how excited you are just to have the privilege of touching my beautiful feet. Why would a woman want the soles of my feet all over her body this badly?” Aglaë lifted her foot and flexed her toes hard, pressing firmly into the insole.

(A-aaA-AAAH GOD… STOP, PLEASE STOP!) Amélie answered, feeling like she was right on the edge of coming.

Even though she couldn’t actually orgasm, wave after wave of electric pleasure slammed through her mind. With every caress something inside her started to fade, dissolving a little more with each surge.

(I-I’M NOT A PAIR OF SHOES! MEEEAAAAAH! I’M A PERSON WAAAAAAH, I’M A-A PERSON!) she screamed, desperately trying to hold on to a life that was already washing away like a drawing in beach sand.

“Eh? And why would you even want to be a person? You’d have to work all the time just to eat. You’d be worried about bills and texting some ‘family’… But how would you even know any of that? You’ve always just been a pair of shoes, right? After all, if you were a person… wouldn’t you have a name?” Aglaë dragged the other shoe closer with her toes and slid her whole foot inside.

The pleasure spiked hard. Before it had only clouded her mind—now she couldn’t focus on anything except the heat of skin spreading deeper into her.

(M-MO-MOOOOOAAAAAH! N-NA-NAME?! D-DID I HAVE A NAME?! AAAAAH!) she screamed through the mental orgasms as her thoughts went completely blank.

“Hehehe… That’s it. The only thing you care about now is keeping my feet nice and safe, isn’t it? My dear little pair of shoes.” Aglaë’s voice dropped lower as she pulled the tongues of the shoes and slid her feet all the way in.

(GEEEEEEEH M-MY-MY MISTRESS IS USING ME! OOOH GOD HER BEAUTIFUL SOLES ARE WRAPPING AROUND MY INSIDES! AAAAAAH USE ME HOWEVER YOU WANT, MISTRESS! I-I-I’LL PROTECT YOUR BEAUTIFUL FEET!) the shoes cried out as they felt the full weight of Aglaë’s body settling on top of them.

“See? You have a much better time once you accept what you are. Hahaha! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got human things to do—like fixing myself up before the next patient shows up. So I won’t waste any more time talking to a pair of shoes that will never know the pleasure of staying pretty. Hehe… bye forever, Doctor Amélie.” Aglaë purred, looking away and cutting the mental link that let her hear the doctor’s thoughts.

(GaaAAAAAAH N-NNNNFH! W-WHO IS THAT MISTRESS?! I-I’M JUST A PAIR OF SHOOOEEESaaa…)

That was the last thing Aglaë heard before the connection snapped completely. A satisfied smile spread across her face as she checked herself in the mirror.

The office fell quiet. Aglaë hummed softly while she calmly fixed her hair and makeup. Under her feet lay a pile of discarded clothes, and on her feet was a pair of shoes that screamed silently—shoes that would have been writhing nonstop if they still could, drowning in wave after wave of pure pleasure from nothing more than the warm pressure and heat of their mistress’s skin.

(MOOOOAAAAH MISTRESS, YOUR FEET SMELL SO GOOD!) the shoes moaned three hours later as the heat kept building minute by minute.

They could feel her scent soaking deep into the fabric, settling into the very core of them. The strong smell and the heat of her sweat had become their greatest craving. They no longer knew why they were still conscious—only that they existed to savor the salty taste of their mistress’s skin pressed against their insoles, cradling every curve of her feet and molding perfectly with every step she took.

(MAAAAAAAAH USE ME MORE, MISTRESS OOOOOOOH! YOU’RE SO HOT AND WET! LET ME CLEAN THE SWEAT OFF YOU—MY FABRIC WILL KEEP YOUR BEAUTIFUL FEET FRESH AND DRY!) the shoes thought as they slowly soaked through with sweat, listening to a faint conversation somewhere in the distance.

Through fading screams they felt a cold liquid with a strong sweet-and-sour taste under their soles as Aglaë stepped on something, then another. This second liquid tasted different—like wine with soft sweet notes—and together with the heat of their mistress’s skin it wrapped around them like warm blankets on a freezing winter night.

They were lost in pure ecstasy, drinking in every last drop of her sweat while her scent filled their entire minds… when suddenly it felt like they were being ripped off one of their mistress’s feet.

(W-WHAT’S HAPPENING?!) the shoes asked in panic.

“Ugh, finally! These damn shoes are killing me.”

That was the last thing they heard before cool air rushed inside them, stealing away their precious heat and carrying off the sweet scent of their mistress.

(NO, NO WAIT MISTRESS! I’M STILL USEFUL, I CAN STILL SERVE YOU! DON’T LEAVE ME! MOOOOAH GOD YOUR SCENT! I-I’LL KEEP YOUR SCENT UNTIL YOU COME BACK AND USE ME AGAIN!) the shoes cried, desperately clinging to the memory of her as she stretched her toes and slipped into a pair of flats before walking away.

They were left behind with the rest of the clothes scattered across the floor.

Weeks passed. Then a couple of months. Eventually someone came back into the office just long enough to throw everything into the trash.

Months turned into years, then decades. Under a mountain of garbage sat a wrinkled, torn, time-worn pair of shoes. To anyone else they were just more silent trash… but only those shoes still knew they held a faint spark of consciousness.

(M-mistress… I-I haven’t forgotten you… I still… remember your… sweet scent…)

Then even that final thought faded into silence.

The End.

Hi there, lovely people, once again!!!🥰

Here is a little continuation of the story I posted yesterday 😁 I hope you can leave a quick comment to let me know what you think and if there's anything I can improve. See you next time! 😘

In the quiet of a doctor's office, Aglaë sat at a desk chair. She looked like she was in her early thirties — clear, glowing skin, long silky black hair that fell to the middle of her back, full red-painted lips, and green eyes that shone like freshly polished gems.

She was humming to herself while checking her reflection in the mirror. A tiny wrinkle at the corner of one eye made her frown. She started fixing her hair and touching up her lipstick. At her feet lay a pile of discarded clothes and a pair of high heels she'd swapped out a couple of hours earlier for flat shoes so she could be comfortable during her "shift."

She had just finished blending her blush when a stunning 42-year-old woman burst through the door without even knocking. Soft, luminous blonde waves fell over her shoulders, catching the light like strands of gold. Her face was elegant, her lips full and deep red. Her body was pure sculpture — heavy, firm breasts that rose with every breath, a tiny waist that flared into wide, rounded hips, creating a perfect hourglass that made it hard to look away. Thick, toned legs ended in soft, pillowy thighs.

Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned, with a natural glow that highlighted every curve. Pale blue eyes, long lashes, and a slow, feline walk completed the picture as she swayed toward the desk, leaving a trail of sweet perfume that hit every sense at once.

"Excuse me, are you free? The receptionist is nowhere to be found and we have an appointment right now," the beautiful woman said.

Aglaë froze for a second, mouth slightly open at the sheer beauty standing in front of her. Envy and frustration started eating at her. She'd come here expecting to find real beauties, but this woman was beyond anything she'd imagined.

She quickly recovered, shaking her head and answering in a calm voice.

"Oh, yes, sorry! The receptionist had an emergency flight this morning. Please, take a seat. I'd be happy to see you." She said with a warm smile.

"Oh no, it's not me you need to see. It's my daughter. Doctor Amélie usually takes care of us, but it looks like she's not here either. Are you new? I've never seen you around." The woman leaned in a little to read the name on Aglaë's coat.

"Oh, haha! Yeah… I'm afraid Doctor Amélie is also unavailable at the moment. In the rush I forgot my own coat and grabbed hers. You know how it is — the world keeps turning no matter what…" Aglaë answered quickly, peeling the name tag off the coat.

"That's very true. Honey, come in, the doctor's ready for you!" the beautiful woman called toward the door.

A thin, fragile-looking 23-year-old girl peeked around the corner. Her chest was almost flat, her torso completely lacking curves, her waist straight and undefined, her hips narrow and rectangular. Her dull brown hair hung limp and lifeless. Her face was the worst part — covered in inflamed pimples, blackheads, and red marks, especially on her cheeks and forehead. Small, tired brown eyes, a slightly prominent nose, thin lips. She walked with her shoulders hunched, dragging her feet, avoiding eye contact, wearing baggy clothes that only made her flat figure more obvious.

"FOR THE MERCILESS LORD OF THE DARKNESS! I've seen demons with more life than that thing!" Aglaë blurted out the second she saw the girl, then quickly covered her mouth. "Heh… sorry. I see you have… a tiny little problem with… everything." On the outside she kept a strained smile. Inside she was fighting the urge to throw up.

(You're doing this for a good cause. You're doing this for a good cause…) she repeated in her head, swallowing the nausea.

"As you can see, Doctor, nature can be terribly unfair. My poor daughter didn't inherit a single one of her mother's gifts," the beautiful woman said, tossing her golden hair so it caught the light.

(Ugh, you arrogant bitch!) Aglaë thought, clenching her teeth.

Out loud she said with a huge smile, eyes locked on the girl like she'd just found water in the desert.

"What a real shame… but nothing I can't fix. With the right treatment…"

"Doctor Amélie's been trying to clear up my acne for weeks and nothing's changed," the girl mumbled, hair covering her face.

"Oh honey, I don't think there's medicine in the world that could fix that," Aglaë said casually, making both mother and daughter stare. "Lucky for you, I know… other methods that actually work. But we'll need a little privacy. Could you wait outside while I take care of your daughter?"

"Leave you two alone? I've always stayed with her during every treatment. Why not now?"

"Oh, it's because of the vapors and toxins that get released during the process. Trust me, you wouldn't want to be near when that happens." Aglaë stood up and walked to the door.

"W-wait, is that dangerous?"

"Pfft. Of course not." She shoved the beautiful woman out and locked the door. "At least not for me," she whispered.

The mother had no choice but to wander the hallway while the "doctor" worked.

Aglaë turned back to the girl, who was still sitting in the chair looking resigned.

"Can you really fix this? I… I'd at least like to be half as beautiful as my mom."

"Honey, you're talking to Aglaë — the greatest, most beautiful, most powerful… doctor. Hehe. Lie back on that chair for me. We'll start with your face. I can't stand looking at it one more second."

The girl lay down.

"How are you so sure you can help me?"

"Because I have something the other doctor doesn't. This." Aglaë held up a clear glass jar filled with thick golden liquid.

"Uh… honey?"

"Not just any honey, sweetheart. This is a special batch from my dear girls. They make it once a year to… beautify my lovely garden."

"And how is that supposed to help me?"

"You'll see. Just lie back and relax. Let me do the rest."

The girl closed her eyes. Aglaë opened the jar and the room filled with the sweet smell of fresh cotton candy. She dipped two fingers in and started dripping the honey onto the girl's face in slow circles.

The girl felt like a warm towel had been laid over her skin, but the honey in her eyes kept them shut.

"I-it burns a little… is that normal?"

"Of course. That's the honey doing its job." Aglaë replied as she began to massage the girl's face.

Under Aglaë's fingers the rough, bumpy skin smoothed out. The pimples vanished. She had to fight a couple of silent gags, then smiled as the girl's face became soft and perfect.

Meanwhile the girl felt a strange energy building in her chest, sliding down her body and pooling between her legs. She started rocking her hips, gripping the chair. It felt like her skin was peeling off her bones and sticking back on, and instead of hurting it only made the pleasure stronger.

"Mmm… I-I feel… weird. Suddenly it feels so good… Oooh… Nfh…" The lady moaned softly, beginning to move her hips slowly.

"It's part of the process, honey. Almost done." Aglaë replied, moving her hands away from the girl's face.

"Nnnmhf! Oooh! Oh yesss! Yesssss!"

"Hehehe. Good girl. Just let it all flow." Aglaë said, looking at the girl writhing.

Aglaë stepped back and let the honey finish. The girl arched hard, nails digging into the cushion, soft steam rising from her face as the honey evaporated.

"Hahaha! Better result than I expected. Look for yourself." Aglaë held up a mirror.

"Oh my God… oh my God I'm beautiful!"

The honey had worked a miracle. Her hair was now luminous soft-blonde waves. Her skin was flawless, smooth, with a soft golden glow. Full, juicy pink lips. Big, expressive blue-green eyes with long lashes. Elegant cheekbones, delicate nose. A face that could stop hearts.

"Not 'oh my God' — oh my me," Aglaë corrected, puffing out her chest proudly.

"This can't be real! This has to be magic!" The lady shouted without taking her eyes off her reflection in the mirror.

"That's right, honey. Magic. Impressive, isn't it?" Aglaë said, crouching down to be face-to-face with the girl.

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH!" the girl cried, throwing her arms around Aglaë.

Aglaë hugged her back, a twisted little smile on her face, eyes glowing. She stroked the girl's hair and leaned in to whisper against her ear:

"If it did this to your face… imagine what it could do to the rest of you." She whispered softly to the girl.

The girl looked down at her still-scrawny body, which no longer matched her perfect face.

"Could the honey fix my body too?"

"Of course. I'd just need to spread it everywhere… but clothes would get in the way. That's why we needed privacy." Aglaë said, holding the jar of honey at the girl's eye level.

The girl stared at the jar like it was the only thing in the world.

Without a word she started stripping. She ignored the disgusted look Aglaë couldn't quite hide.

Meanwhile, outside, the mother had sat down on a bench under a big tree. She was flipping through a magazine when she heard frantic flapping near her feet.

"Oh! Hello little one… wait, wait, you're only making it worse." The beautiful woman spoke to the little swallow at her feet, bending down to see it more closely.

The bird fluttered clumsily, unable to take flight as it was entangled in a piece of fabric. Its wings beat vigorously but without coordination, as if it were exhausted. The woman reached out with her delicate hands and carefully picked it up, untangling the poor little creature and realizing that the fabric was nothing other than a thong.

"God, the things people leave lying around…" The beautiful woman said, before lifting the swallow to the level of her face.

The bird kept chirping in panic. The woman gently set it on her thick thighs and offered it water. The swallow refused, still screaming as if trying to warn her.

"There, there, it’s alright, little one! Why are you so scared? Hmm... You don't seem to be hurt; perhaps you just need a little water," the beautiful woman said tenderly as she spread out the swallow's wings and examined her from head to tail.

The swallow kept chirping and struggling, as if desperately trying to warn her of something, while the woman gently placed it upon her thick, warm thighs. Its tiny eyes seemed to plead. The woman frowned slightly, feeling a strange unease for the first time as she took a water bottle from her bag and filled the cap.

"I know, I know! Just wait a moment—here you go. Have a drink, and I'm sure you'll feel better," the beautiful woman said, coaxing the bird onto her index finger while holding the cap with her other hand.

But the swallow wouldn't drink. It kept chirping heart-rendingly and flapping its wings harder, as if trying to speak to the woman.

"Well, then! Why all the fuss?" the woman wondered, beginning to feel uncomfortable.

As she held the swallow in front of her face, looking directly into its eyes, a shadow quickly flitted across her beautiful features; at that precise instant—in less than a second—a hawk shot down like a lightning bolt from the upper branches. Its sharp talons clamped around the small swallow in a single, brutal, and precise movement.

The swallow barely had time to let out one last, piercing shriek before being snatched from the woman's hand.

All that remained were a few feathers drifting down onto the woman's palm.

"Oh, my God..." the beautiful woman exclaimed, pressing a hand to her chest as her heart pounded.

She stared after the hawk as it flew off with its prey in its talons, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

"So that was it... Poor thing. Nature can be so cruel sometimes," she murmured, her breathing still ragged and a strange sensation making her stomach churn.

Inside the treatment room, the girl lay naked on the chair; her body trembled as she watched Aglaë pace in circles around her, opening the jar and dipping her fingers into the honey.

Little by little, the liquid began to drip onto her skin. The chill of the liquid meeting the warmth of her body made her let out a soft whimper, while the honey trickling over her abdomen created a ticklish sensation that soon evolved into gentle caresses, sliding down from her legs to the soles of her feet.

The honey cascaded over her slender legs, slipping down in fine, slow-moving ribbons until it touched her labia. The girl gently bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape her mouth.

Aglaë then began to spread the honey over the soles of the girl's feet; a playful smile played on her lips as she locked eyes with the girl before eagerly yet carefully coating the spaces between her toes, leaving not a single spot untouched.

"Mmm... such delicate little feet..." Aglaë purred in a low voice.

The girl's long, bony toes shortened and rounded. Her size-10 feet shrank to a delicate size-7. Rough pale skin turned soft and pink. Aglaë's skilled hands worked up her calves, her thighs, spreading the thick honey while the girl moaned softly. Heat built between her legs and climbed to her chest.

Her calves toned. Her thighs thickened and softened. Her ass swelled into a firm, perfectly round bubble.

"MMM! Look at that juicy ass you're growing, honey." Aglaë squeezed the new flesh hard. "I bet any man would want to devour it… Want me to keep going?"

"OOOOOUUUH! Yes, God yes, don't stop! Make me beautiful!" The lady said, with her hands on her head, tousling her hair.

"Hehehe. Good girl. Your beauty is going to be so great it'll be inhuman…" Aglaë purred in a low, sensual voice.

Aglaë reached her pubic mound. The girl opened her legs without resistance. Soft circular strokes over swollen folds, then two fingers slid inside, coating every inch.

A fire lit inside the girl. Tears filled her eyes as she tried to muffle her moans. Her hips moved on their own, fucking Aglaë's fingers. Thoughts of "what am I doing?" dissolved into pure ecstasy until she came hard, shaking, soaking the chair and the clothes she'd left on the floor. Aglaë kept massaging her through it, drawing the orgasm out longer.

"Hmm? What was that?" the beautiful woman said upon hearing a scream break the silence of the exam room.

Curious to know what was happening, she rose from the bench and headed toward the room where her daughter was.

Inside, the girl's narrow hips cracked and widened to a perfect 36 inches. Aglaë's hands moved up her trembling stomach to her chest. Soft C-cup breasts blossomed — heavy, firm, rosy. Then higher, to her open mouth. The girl eagerly licked and sucked the remaining honey from Aglaë's fingers.

Aglaë stepped back, watching the girl arch and orgasm again and again. The puddle under the chair grew. Memories of childhood bullying faded under wave after wave of pleasure. Only the need for more remained. The room filled with the scent of melted caramel.

"But what..." said the beautiful woman, her ear pressed against the consulting room door. "What are they doing in there?" she shouted as she slammed the door.

"It's part of the process! Don't get impatient!" Aglaë called back. "You're next in a minute! Hahahaha!"

"MOAAAAAAAH! I'M GOING TO BE BEAUTIFUL! MMMFFFP! I'm going to be beautiful… more… and more… beautiful…" the girl moaned, voice growing softer with every climax.

Her fingers seemed to twist and split into multiple fine strands as she masturbated frantically. Her head sank onto her torso, and her hair began to merge and thicken, forming something akin to plant roots.

Her toes fused together while the soles of her feet seemed to widen, and her skin gradually began to change color. Amidst the pleasure, her sense of self dissolved—she even forgot she had once been a girl—leaving only the primal need to survive in order to obtain more pleasure.

"Open the door! Open it immediately—I don't like what I'm hearing at all!" the beautiful woman shouted, pounding on the door.

"Hahahaha! Just a moment longer! You won't even recognize your little girl!" Aglaë said, never taking her eyes off her prized acquisition.

Where the young woman's head and arms had once been, there now remained a mass of twisted roots attached to a small torso that stretched and trembled slightly with pleasure. Her feet and legs took on the shape of leaves, while her labia stretched and her clitoris curled; her skin began to take on a soft pink hue as a clear, viscous substance oozed from within, sliding over the twisted flesh just as the last vestige of her consciousness vanished amidst her final conscious orgasm.

(I'm… beautiful…)

"Oooh, if only you could see how beautiful you are now. But you still need a little more to be perfect." Aglaë carefully lifted the twitching remains and placed them into a pot on the desk.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DAUGHTER?! OPEN THIS DOOR OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE!" The desperate mother was screaming, pounding on the door with her fists.

"UGH! So impatient! Come in already!"

With a wave of her hand, the lock disengaged, and the beautiful woman burst into the consulting room, panting and furious.

The moment she crossed the threshold, the room's thick, sweet aroma hit her with such intensity that it intoxicated her in less than a second; her knees buckled and her vision blurred as her body began to go numb, a gentle tingling sensation washing over her from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head. Moisture quickly began to pool between her legs, clouding her thoughts.

"My—my daughter! Where... Where is my daughter?" the woman stammered, staggering toward the chair.

Her heels splashed in the massive puddle of thick, hot fluids that were evaporating beneath her feet and spreading out under the chair, mingling with her daughter's soaked clothing.

Aglaë approached from behind, swaying her hips slowly; she pressed her body against the mother's and whispered into her ear in a soft, husky voice.

"No, no. You won't find anything there. Why don't you look over there?"

The woman turned her head with difficulty, and a wide, ear-to-ear grin spread across her face as—through her blurred vision—she glimpsed the distorted silhouette of a strange yet beautiful flower resting on the desk.

Aglaë circled around to the woman's other side, gently cupping her chin to turn her face toward her before whispering softly into her ear.

"That is what you desire so much. Why don't you go and take it?"

The woman felt her body begin to tremble; heat rose from her chest to her head, completely clouding her judgment. Her gaze fixed on the figure atop the desk, and her legs began to move. She drew closer step by step, streams of her own fluids trickling down her legs with every stride, until she stood right before the figure.

The woman gazed for a moment at that strange flower. Its thick, curvaceous stem reminded her of a woman’s hips and waist. The blossom crowning it unfurled into thick, fleshy petals that, together, formed a swollen, dripping vulva; a brilliant golden nectar fell from it, pooling slightly on the wooden surface of the desk.

"Mmmh! D-daughter... M-my beautiful, beloved little flower!" the woman murmured, her eyes glazed and distant, utterly mesmerized by a drop of nectar slowly trickling down the petals until it hung suspended from the tip of one, gleaming like a piece of gold in the sunlight.

The soft plink of the drop hitting the desk sounded like thunder in her head. The caramel-vanilla scent made the idea of tasting it irresistible. Before she could stop herself her finger dipped into the little puddle.

"Haaaah… w-what am I doing…? Why can't I stop…?" saliva dripped from her open mouth.

"Hehehehe! What’s wrong? Your precious daughter made all that delicious nectar just for you," Aglaë said, stepping closer to the woman. "Don’t be shy; she’s waiting," she added, moving behind the woman and taking her by the arm to guide her.

"M-my daughter... \*Huuuh\*... W-where is my daughter?" the beautiful woman stammered; beads of sweat trickled down her body, and her legs trembled more and more as her hand drew closer to her mouth.

"Look closely at it—there on the desk. She’s waiting for you to give her all your love. You just have to taste her nectar, and the two of you will be together again," Aglaë whispered softly into the beautiful woman's ear.

All resistance vanished the moment the woman’s eyes clearly focused on the flower resting on the desk and her finger finally touched her tongue; a sweetness flooded her palate and pooled in her throat, forcing a deep, stifled moan to escape before she could hold it back. Pleasure struck her almost instantly—a sudden orgasm accompanied by gentle electric currents that she felt racing up and down her spine.

"AHAHAHAHA! Good girl," Aglaë purred, stepping back slightly to give the beautiful woman some space.

Immediately, her smooth, tanned skin began to contract. Her entire voluptuous body slowly started to shrink, accompanied by sensations that were a delicious, painful tingle. Her large, heavy breasts gradually deflated and shrank, even as her nipples remained sensitive and erect. Her narrow waist became even tinier, and her abdomen compressed with soft creaking sounds that made her moan with pleasure.

"MOOOOAAAAH SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD OOOOHF!" she sobbed, desperately licking the nectar straight from the petals.

Her slippers slid off her feet and hit the floor with a soft sound. She remained there on the desk—barely larger than a doll—kneeling and desperately licking nectar straight from the flower's fleshy petals.

As she licked with a tongue that slowly extended, the fingers of her hands and feet began to fuse together. Her soft, well-groomed flesh melted and bonded amidst a stinging heat and constant tingling, forming hard, black segments. At the same time, her thick, sensual legs writhed and split apart—amidst waves of ecstasy and moans of pleasure—sprouting a new pair of jointed legs covered in fine black hairs.

"M-MORE! GIVE ME MORE SWEET NECTAR!" the woman pleaded, her voice distorted and growing increasingly high-pitched.

With every lick, she felt her mind melting into the tingling sweetness of the nectar; the need to obtain more of it consumed her thoughts.

"Hahahaha, that’s it. Don’t stop! Clean up every last drop, my dear girl!" Aglaë exclaimed, her face resting on the desk as she watched in ecstasy while the woman's mature silhouette dissolved.

Her round, prominent buttocks swelled obscenely, expanding backward into a large, bulbous abdomen striped in yellow and black that pulsed to the heavy rhythm of the woman's breathing. Her vagina slowly shifted, sliding toward the lower part of her new thorax and transforming into a narrow, moist, pulsating opening that continued to contract and release thin strands of a viscous substance.

Her light blonde hair fell away in thick, silky clumps. Her skull warped with audible cracking sounds. Her full lips hardened and shrank. Her nipples stretched across her chest until they vanished, while her ribs expanded, rounding out her body. Her light blue eyes turned completely dark, expanding into large black facets, while two small antennae sprouted from her forehead.

With insatiable greed, she kept licking the nectar dripping from the petals, her tongue growing longer and turning yellow. Her mind dissolved with every lick; memories of her daughter, the beautiful reflection of her face in the mirror, her entire life—it all faded away, drowned in a sea of sweet pleasure. Nothing remained but hunger and the need to obtain more nectar.

Her own clothes—the dress that had once sensually hugged her curves—became a gigantic prison. The heavy fabric crushed her against the desk as her tiny body struggled beneath the folds, buzzing weakly with new, crumpled wings that were only just beginning to dry.

"MOOREZZZZ! M—BOREZZZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZZZZZ!" It buzzed ever more faintly, its final whimpers fading amidst the fluttering of the wings sprouting from its back.

"BYE-BYE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Aglaë laughed as the once-proud woman disappeared under the clothes.

Faint, stifled moans still escaped her lips as protrusions began to emerge, until nothing remained but the constant buzzing of a bee trapped within the clothing of a woman she no longer remembered having been.

Finally, a bee flew out from beneath the clothing, heading straight for the flower and disappearing between its petals. The blossom began to secrete even more nectar as the last vestiges of humanity vanished completely.

The stem began to elongate as it took on a greenish hue; where small bumps—once her breasts—had been, a pair of tiny buds sprouted, destined to yield more flowers in the future. The flower's petals grew larger and thinner while their color became intensely vivid, and the remains of the clitoris began to twist and stretch until they formed the flower's pistil.

And from within the flower emerged the little bee, so drenched in nectar that it was impossible for it to take flight.

"Ugh, finally! These damn shoes are killing me." Aglaë dropped into the chair, kicked off the high heels, and slipped into her flats. She gently placed the new bee into a fresh jar.

"Come here, my precious little girl!" she murmured affectionately as she gently placed the bee inside the jar. "Now you're perfect!" she added, smiling with satisfaction after gazing for a moment at the beautiful flower she had just added to her collection.

Having obtained what she came for, she left the office—leaving the entire mess behind—and walked home with complete composure.

On the way, she spotted a hawk's nest in a tree and watched as the bird fed its chicks a small swallow it appeared to have recently caught.

She left the office, disaster and all, and walked home humming. On the way she noticed a hawk's nest feeding its chicks a freshly caught swallow.

"Looks like living up in the clouds all the time isn't so healthy after all. HAHAHAHA!" She popped a little candy into her mouth and moaned softly. "Mmmh… MMMH… I think it's time I got some more of these…"

In the quiet of her home, dressed in a sheer white robe that clearly revealed her curvaceous silhouette, she hummed while preparing the soil to plant a new flower in her greenhouse.

"There we go. I'm sure you'll love your new home… at least while it lasts. Hehehe. As for you… it's a shame they only last a year. Bye-bye!" she added, tossing the withered flower she had removed onto the compost heap, where a handful of other freshly cut flowers lay.

She continued humming happily before taking out the jar containing her precious bee and opening it at the hive's entrance.

"Go on, don't be shy. The others will treat you well. And watch out for the birds — they have a bad habit of snacking on the occasional bee."

She watched with satisfaction as the other bees licked her clean and welcomed her in.

Then she walked among her precious flowers, hips swaying, toes sinking into the grass. She gently stroked their pistils. Nectar welled up and a soft pink mist rose from the soil, driving the bees into a frenzy. They dove into the flowers, fighting to be first, devouring the endless sweet liquid.

"Good heavens! You really are the jealous type, aren't you? Or is it simply that you don't want anyone but yourself touching your precious daughter? Hahahaha! Well, as long as you do your job right," Aglaë said, watching her new girl fiercely defend the flower she had just planted. "That's it, darling—go deep, squeeze out every last drop from within; she loves it when you do that. I wonder if they’d do the job just as well if they still had some of their conscience left? Perhaps I should put that to the test someday... Hehehehe!" she added, watching her girl slip inside the flower just as a fresh cluster of bees landed on the petals to lap up the nectar trickling from within.

She continued walking until she reached a small pool; there, letting her robe slip from her body to reveal her naked skin bathed in the soft afternoon sunlight, she allowed the breeze to caress every inch of her—from her feet to the tips of her hair. She felt a tingling sensation build across her breasts, causing her nipples to harden and rise; as she caressed them, a soft moan escaped her lips, growing increasingly intense as her fingers sank deep inside herself. Her warm body glistened with sweat before she reclined against the pool's edge, spreading her legs to begin massaging herself with ever-increasing intensity.

Her breasts bounced in time with her ragged breathing, and her back arched as she clenched her fingers tightly, feeling the inner walls of her vagina contract—almost as if they were suctioning her own fingers. Letting out a loud moan from the very depths of her being, Aglaë withdrew her fingers, making way for the warm torrent that flowed steadily from within her.

Sliding along the pool's smooth surface, the fluids pooled beneath her feet, beginning to evaporate as they mingled with her sweat and the heat of her skin. The air filled with pheromones that drew bees from their hives—bees larger than those usually found gathering nectar—each carrying an amber-colored pellet on its legs that gleamed like a tiny jewel in the sunlight.

And those bees fluttered around Aglaë just as the others did around the flowers.

"Come here, my precious girls! It’s time to make Mommy beautiful again!" Aglaë shouted, her arms outstretched and a huge smile on her face.

The bees began to settle all over Aglaë’s body until she vanished beneath the swarm. The tumult of ceaseless wing-flapping soon generated so much heat that the little ball they carried beneath their legs melted, gluing them together; eventually, they began to melt themselves, forming a thick paste that shimmered like liquid gold—from which Aglaë’s head soon emerged.

Slowly, she rose from the liquid that seemed to wrap around her body; as it evaporated, it revealed the witch’s smooth, supple skin—renewed and free of any visible blemishes. Her breasts were firm once more, her buttocks lifted and swayed with her stride, every trace of aging vanished from her legs, and not a single wrinkle remained on her face.

"Mmmh! My dear girls. What greater honor than uniting with Mommy so we can all be beautiful together? Hahahaha!"

Aglaë laughed as she headed toward her door, ready to rest peacefully after a long, laborious day.

The end.

Hi there, lovely people!!! 🥰

I just found out I could share written stories too, so I’ll be doing that more often, hehe. This time, I’m sharing the latest story @Stellar-Genesis and I have been working on; we hope you enjoy it and please leave a comment to let us know what you think. We also have a short epilogue ready in case you’d like to know a bit more about the story's details 😈

(Sorry if there are any grammar errors or anything that sounds a bit odd; I mostly use Google Translate for the English version, hehe. Feel free to let me know if you spot any mistakes, and I’ll happily fix them.)