A Royal Family

 "I love you, babe!"

"I love you too."

Amelia stood before me on the balcony we have so frequently visited for the past two years. The full moon bathed the tiny garden below in a romantic glow. The still pond reflected a royal blue light on her face that accentuated her flushed red cheeks and golden locks. How a guy like me managed to score a gorgeous girl like her, I still don't know. 

This night and this balcony were special. I met her here two years ago on a night like this. She was elegantly painting the skyline view for our college art course. I complimented her picture and shared a few laughs before inviting her to paint with me sometime. She accepted my offer, and the rest is history.

Heart racing, I take a few steps toward her and lean in for a soft, slow kiss. Her eyes flickered with an enchanted gaze before she eventually pulled away with a worried look. 

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Um...well...there's something I need to tell you. Something I should've told you when we started dating." 

Amelia took a deep breath. "You see, I come from a royal family. I'm a princess, believe it or not. I'm not allowed to tell anyone for my safety here on campus. I kept it hidden from you, too, because; I didn't want this to end! My family will never approve of our relationship."

"Screw that!" I exclaim jokingly. "I love you, and you love me! Your family shouldn't dictate that about your life! It's not right. We'll figure something out!"

Amelia giggled at my sudden outburst. "Just...promise me that you'll never leave me. That you will always be a part of my life!"

"I promise!"

We say our goodbyes, and I begin walking back to my dorm. A drizzle starts to come down on me, so I pull up my hoodie. By the time I hear the black SUV pull up beside me, it's already too late. I get pulled inside by three strong men in suits and rushed away.

"Where the fuck am I!? And who are you, people!?"

"Have some respect, young man! You are speaking in the presence of Prince Callum Aethelstan IV, the heir to the throne!" one of the suited thugs yelled. 

"I'm sorry this is your introduction to our family," the prince apologized, " but my sister just can't marry, no less date someone who isn't of royal blood. However, I owe it to Amelia to carry out her final wish. That is why she is here."

The prince gestured to another person in the car, an old blind lady holding a strange crystal ball.

"You see, my father asked this witch to cast a curse on my sister that will activate when she reveals her true identity to someone. The shimmer in her eyes back there was proof of that. The spell will transform any man into a more suitable, beneficial, and less risky family member. Take her high school sweetheart, for example."

"Princess Patricia! I'm sure you're familiar with her place in our family. The spell works by altering reality and having the world believe that Patricia was always a member of our family. We had her married to a Tsar for a healthier diplomatic relationship in the East. It was risky, given her resistance to the transformation, but she understood her arranged marriage was necessary to secure world peace and prevent a nuclear apocalypse."

The crystal ball began to fill with purple smoke before revealing a petite blonde gitty from her post-orgasmic afterglow.

"Her new husband made it easy for her to come around," the prince chuckled.

I stared into the crystal ball in shock, coming to grips with my newly assigned fate.

"Amelia didn't want you to struggle with getting accustomed to your new life like Princess Patricia. So she asked for some mental and personality changes after your transformation."

The witch cracked a grin before pink smoke started to fill the crystal ball.

I watched as a horny blonde, presumably me, got her back blown out and pussy fucked in various positions. The girl, I mean I, appeared to be in heavenly bliss. Impossible! I'm straight! And not only that, I'm in love with Amelia! Our love is strong enough to overcome any stupid spell. I told myself this, but the more I watched and heard my high-pitched womanly moans, the less I was so sure. The prospect of turning into this lingerie-clad princess shamefully even excited me a little bit. 

 

As my cock started to throb a bit, the pink smoke started to flow out of the ball and towards my held-down body. The pink smoke engulfed me, filling my vision with a blurry haze. Within seconds I lost consciousness. 

Upon waking up, I found myself in the same bedroom I saw in the vision. A naked hairy man with a thick mustache stared me down with hungry eyes as I presented my youthful curves.

"Te ves tan hermosa mi amor"

It's happening that quickly!? What's he saying? Oh my god! I'm a woman! The woman I saw! Shit, my mind! It's getting all fuzzy. Oh no. Amelia! Think of Amelia! I love you, Amelia! I love you, Amelia!

"Ven aquí y...let me feel you baby."

"T...Te amo," I sheepishly reply as the mental changes lock in, allowing me to speak and understand Spanish fluently.

My teenage hormones overcome my sense of control, as I pounce on my new husband, licking his cock like a sweet but salty lollipop. Slurping his juicy member and savoring the intoxicating flavor as his manly scent filled my nostrils and turned me on even more. No dish, sweet, or candy from the many banquet halls and dinners I have attended after our wedding could compete with his delicious cock.

The prophecy shown to me on that crystal ball came to fruition as I slipped my soft ass down his shaft. 

I rode my prince, and soon-to-be king, as fast and hard as possible. Using all my newly obtained knowledge I did my best to coax all of his golden seed out of his balls and into my uterus. The pleasure was mind-numbing and the thought of carrying my man's Spanish lineage of future princes and princesses turned me on so much!

I was the luckiest woman alive who was married to the love of her life.

"SI SI SI!!! Llename amore!! Damelo, damelo, damelo!! AAAIII DIABLOS!! Voy of venirme!!"

With a twitch of his cock my pussy was pumped with his hot and sticky cum. The first of many impregnations to come.

Epilogue:

"So what was your name when you were a man, sister?"

"When I was a man? What do ever do you mean, sister?"

Princess Patricia stripped for the camera she set up in their bedroom. She always liked to finger herself later on to videos of herself in her female body. In a sense, she still retained some of her male urges from her past life. 

"Never mind. I see they changed more than just your dick."

I took a sip of my sister's Vodka thinking this must be another one of her crude jokes. My bubbly persona made it impossible for me to wrap my head around ever being a man. My older sister Amelia warned me not to spend too much time with Patricia, but hanging out with her was just so much fun and a great distraction from royal duties.

The Intern: Part 1

"Good morning, beautiful people! I'm glad everyone could join us today for this untimely emergency Zoom meeting. To get the ball rolling, I'll quickly recap my last-minute email for those of us who may not be fully awake yet," Anthony, our lead Ph.D. student, laughed, "Due to some unprecedented changes brought to the attention of our professor, we need to make some adjustments to the design of our robot before we can begin the study with campus participants. Failure to do so may result in cuts to our funds by our research sponsors, so this is very important and urgent!"

"Thank you for that recap. I'll take it from here, Anthony," Robin, our design specialist, stepped in, "Before we proceed with the agenda, I just wanted to double-check that everyone is here. Is our programming team present?"

As the dozens of graduate students checked their mics and gave short summaries of their progress in the study, I slowly started to wander in my thoughts. As a freshman in college who moved quite far from my family and hometown, I focused on getting involved in as many on-campus activities as possible. On my application, I initially got accepted as an undecided student, but after my first semester, I became interested in engineering. It was difficult for someone with no prior "engineering experience," so to speak, to get into engineering clubs, design teams, or research. As a result, I was disheartened and beginning to doubt my decision to study engineering, however; one evening, a robotics research lab emailed me about my application and invited me to work alongside them as an undergrad intern. It was a no-brainer decision, and I happily accepted. One month later, here I am, a full-fledged team member!"

"And last but not least, is our undergrad intern here? Umm, hello? Our undergrad intern. Can you hear me? Maybe he forgot to connect to the audio."

"Oh, yes, sorry! I'm here! My earbuds weren't working for a sec," I lied to play off my embarrassment.

"That's fine just making sure since you are the first person on our agenda today."

"W-what me?!" I blurted out. Usually, these meetings consisted of me watching and listening to technical jargon I didn't understand.

"Yeah, you! You are a member of our lab, after all, aren't you?" Robin teased.

"Umm, yes! I mean, yes, sorry," I meekly replied, blushing.

"Oh, don't be so worried. It's just a simple task we have for you today. And I just wanted to mention what a great job you have been doing this last month helping all of our grad students here with this great project we have going on! Can we give our intern a round of applause, guys?"

"Thank you, Robin! And thank you, everyone. It's been a fun last couple of weeks. I just wanted to say I'm so grateful to be working with such intelligent and understanding people despite my limited knowledge and experience in engineering and research."

"Oh, don't be so modest!" Robin replied, laughing through the unionized clapping. "If you would be so kind as to check the group chat. I sent the updated CAD model for a small piece of the robot's framework. Just something to hold a new sensor we are going to install. As you may know, Brian toasted our lab's 3D printer from all the Star Wars tie fighter models he's been printing. Just upload that file into your 3D printer and let it print. It should only take a few minutes."

"Of course, Robin! I'll do that now!" Buying that 3D printer last year cost me a pretty penny, but I say it was well worth it now that I have 3D printing experience. Probably, the one highlight in my application and the most helpful skill I have for this lab. My heart was still racing a bit from the out-of-the-blue clapping ceremony. It was nice, though, and one of the many reasons I enjoyed working with this large group of guys. They were all a big group of nerdy bros. Not much different from how I saw myself. Once I got the printer all setup and printing, I sat back down for the rest of the meeting.

Everything continued like usual until-.

"Hey, intern, are you alright?"

"W-what? Umm yeah, I'm good. Why?"

"It's just that we noticed you've been squirming around in your seat for a while now."

"Oh yeah, sorry, it's just this chair. I've been meaning to-," A quick glance at my seat caused my heart to leap into my throat. My boxers somehow found a way to ride up my now squishy thighs to envelop my flat crotch. At the moment, my hand wasn't drawn to the empty feeling of being dickless, but rather to the still-expanding curve of my ass lifting and tugging my body left and right in my seat.

"H-how did this happen! I have boobs?! And my hair is different? No, something is definitely wrong here! I need to see a doctor or something! I'm like hallucinating because none of this can be real right now! I'm sorry, everyone," I apologize while getting out of my seat and feeling the weight of my butt and perky breasts swaying with every motion. "I apologize again. I just-."

"Feeling horny?"

"H-huh? Robin, what are you saying?"

"In heat, maybe? It's ok. Relieve some of that pent-up pressure. We're all friends here."

"I...I...Th-that..." My heart started to race again. I could feel the gaze of everyone in the meeting on every inch of my slender body. Robin was right, though. Where my dick should be, I felt an aching, dying need. Not a familiar throbbing of blood rushing to my dick, but a moist, sticky desire to free my pussy into the fresh open air. My delicate fingers pulled my black panties to the side, and I was so distracted by this growing feeling of lust that I didn't notice my webcam honing in on my blossoming pink flower.

To calm my racing thoughts, I dove a couple of fingers into my tight pussy. I winced from a quick sharp pinch of pain. However, I was quickly overtaken by an explosion of pleasure my original male body was never capable of. It was humiliating, but there I was, masturbating in front of all my mentors and moaning into my open mic. I shrieked and screamed as I squirted all over my rug and chair. My body calmed for a bit as it recharged from my orgasm, but I knew in a matter of seconds, the helpless feeling of lust and desire to fill my pussy, will return.

Returning from la la land, I saw and heard everyone in the meeting laughing. I started to suspect something was up.

"That was very sexy, darling. I think the 3D printing has finished. Can you be a dear and show us the piece," Anthony exclaimed with his dick in his hands. Cum running down the sides of his pretty cock. 

Deep down, I knew not to listen to a word any of these creeps said. But somewhere in the back of my mind, a tiny voice told me to obey. As if summoned by the words "darling" and "dear," I felt somewhat obligated to submit as an intern and give up on any attempts to suppress the voice. Turning my head to the 3D printer, my eyes locked onto a clear glass dildo with a small flower trapped in the hilt.  

A strange and unearthly glow pulsed outwards from the curvy dildo. My eyes were pulled towards it like a magnet unable to escape its firm grasp on my mind. My jaw started to slack as my mouth slowly started to make an o shape. Ready to suck the glass toy and all thoughts out of my head. But I had to resist. I can't let the magic of this glass dick control me!