Robbers into Trophies (TG) (Patreon)

“Are you sure this is the right place Norman?” Patrick asked as he studied the place.

"I’m sure. I checked the address three damn times,” Norman spat.

“Just want to make sure. If it turns out that this isn’t the joint then Gregory is going to find out what it's like to have some broken kneecaps,” Patrick said, getting a grunt from his partner in crime.

“Then we better make sure not to fuck this up. A rich bastard like Franz is sure to have some good shit in there and whatever he's got is sure to set us up for a long while.”

Konrad Franz was the city's biggest philanthropist. He routinely donated to several organizations to improve the local neighborhoods and various other organizations to ensure that they wouldn’t have any issues. The number of businesses and stocks that he had were enough to set a person for life or even several lives. It was part of the reason why he was so willing to donate what would be small fortunes to good reputable organizations no matter how big or small. His address wasn’t publicly known, because of his desire to avoid the paparazzi and avoid possible break-ins.

“Check your bag and make sure that you got everything. We ain’t going into this shit half-cocked,” Patrick said as he went through his bag.

Norman reached into his bag and pulled out his gun as he looked through the rest of its contents, making sure that he had everything that he needed. His lockpicking set, the mask that he had in there, and a couple of backup magazines of ammunition. He didn’t plan to start something, but if things did go down he would make sure that he had enough to last him a little bit. He smiled when he saw that he had everything he needed and pulled out his mask. Norman adjusted his hat so that it was a little more comfortable. Some small strands of his dyed blue air poked through.

“You still look like someone dipped your head into a tub of paint with how bright your hair looks,” Patrick remarked.

“Oh fuck off. It’s just another layer of protection. Might throw the security off. Just going to wash my hair off after this gig.”

“Whatever you say you smurf reject,” Patrick joked, earning an eye roll from Norman.

Norman didn't bother to respond, seeing little reason to. Once this is over then he would make sure that he would put this life behind him, and then he would be out of it forever.

"You notice any lights on? Just because it looks like no one’s home doesn’t mean that there isn’t. We learned that lesson back in Boston.”

Norman looked out the van window, looking for any sign that there might be someone inside. There didn’t seem to be any lights going on in the house, at least from the side of the house that he was seeing. For all, he knew there might be someone on the other side of the house, but now was the perfect time to be put to use.

“Everything seems to be clear. Alright let’s do this,” Norman sighed. He brought his bag over his shoulder and took a heavy breath, mentally psyching himself up for the job.

“Yeah, it's time to see what we can get from Mr. Fancy pants,” Patrick smirked evilly, all of the goods that they could get from it, clearly at the forefront of his mind.

The two of them carefully made their way onto the property, making sure to avoid the cameras and line of sight. Both of them held their weapons at the ready, hoping that they wouldn’t have to use them, but ready if they must.  They made it to the backdoor and Patrick opened his bag and pulled out a lock-picking set.

“Just give me a second and I’ll have this lock undone,” Patrick said as he put the first pick into the lock. He fiddled with his tools getting a feel for the lock. Once he had it, he began seriously trying to undo it and managed to do so without issue.

“Alright, we got it,” Patrick smirked proudly. He slowly opened the door, no alarm going off, and stepped inside, Norman following him and shutting the door behind him. "No alarm. Guess he forgot to lock it. Thanks for making our lives easier rich boy."

They looked around the room and were greeted by the sight of a nice kitchen and an extravagant-looking dining room with more paintings and vases out in the open. The marble table in the kitchen was the kind that only the wealthiest of people could get. Both of them knew that just from sight alone, the art would be worth a fortune. The vases and the rest of the items in the kitchen would cost the average family a house to get.

“Couple of old-looking paintings, pretty sure that just one or two of these would be enough to make this trip worth it,” Patrick whispered as he closely examined the paintings.

“Nah, we need to get something smaller. Bigger doesn’t mean better,” Norman rebuffed. “Besides, if we take something like this, then they’re going to know immediately that this place was robbed. If we can get smaller stuff that means that we can carry more shit out and maybe not get noticed.”

“Fair point, but still, a guy can wonder what we could make with something like this,” Patrick muttered. “If the rich bastard has something like this then it has to be worth a couple of mil or something.”

Norman rolled his eyes at his partner's behavior as they continued to walk through the house. Worst comes to worst then they could make a break for it with one of the paintings or vases. It wouldn’t be ideal in his eyes, but it would help make a good haul.

The two of them entered a library-looking area and examined the glass display cases, wondering what was inside them. Inside were a couple of old relics that looked to be part of some long-forgotten civilization, weapons, statues, and even books, but what caught their attention the most were the jewelry inside.

A grin formed on their faces as they stared at the ancient artifacts. Patrick went over to the other case and saw that it was filled with the same sort of relics inside, making him pump his fist. He clenched his hands, about ready to bust it open, but restrained himself. The two knew that they had found the jackpot with how much was here.

“Houston, we have found the mother load,” Patrick smiled as he looked over the goods inside, already imagining all of the money that they could make if they sold it off to the right person.

“That we did,” Norman smirked. “With all of the stuff here I think that we can get all that we want and some more. Probably be set for generations even.”

“You probably would be if you didn’t get caught,” a strong voice said, making the two thieves jump where they were.

Patrick and Norman turned to the doorway, gripping their guns tightly. To their shock, they saw Konrad standing there with his arms crossed, glaring at them almost like a cop catching a pair of shoplifters.

“How did you know we were here?” Patrick demanded.

“Silent alarm,” Konrad answered, shrugging his shoulders.

“Shit,” Norman spat. “How long before the cops get here?”

“Hopefully long enough for us to get something worth this shirt mire,” Norman remarked.

“Yeah. Now then Mr. Franz, you’re going to tell us where you keep your valuables. The good shit if you want to get out of this in one piece,” Patrick said as he pointed his gun at the man.

Konrad didn’t flinch and continued to stare at the two of them as if he was watching a pair of insects scuttling around the floor. He didn’t say or do anything, he just stood there as if he was a statue. It was almost as if he was waiting to see what they would do next.

“Oh didn’t you hear me?” Patrick demanded as he stepped closer, but still, Konrad didn’t seem worried.

Patrick aimed his gun at the wall by Konrad’s head, hoping that would be enough to scare him into submission. He pulled the trigger and instead of a bullet, a small white flag came out of the barrel.

“What the fuck!” Patrick screamed as he stared at the flag, wondering if he was seeing things. He touched the base of the flag, and to his shock, he felt the materials. He grabbed the base of the flag as if he was going to pull a plant out of the round, and it easily did so without any issue.

Norman raised his revolver and pulled the trigger, but instead of gunshots, flowers came out of the barrel.

“What the hell?” Norman said in shock. He grabbed the flowers and flinched, unable to fully process what happened.

“Feel free to check,” Konrad said, seemingly not at all perturbed by the oddity of the situation. “And the rest of the bullets you have. It doesn’t mean much.”

Norman looked at Patrick, then at Konrad, and then at his gun. He pulled out the clip of his weapon and saw that inside the magazine were normal bullets.

“How did that happen?” Norman muttered.

“This is a no-injury zone, where nobody can hurt anyone no matter how much they may want to do so,” Konrad explained. “So no punching, kicking, stabbing, and most of all shooting.”

Patrick pulled the trigger on his gun, and just like with Norman, it wasn’t a bullet that exited. What came out was a small steady stream of water as if his weapon was a toy water gun colored black.

“What the fucking hell is going on! How is this bullshit happening!” Patrick yelled.

“I told you, this is a no-violence zone,” Konrad reprimanded. “If you two are gonna keep acting violent then I guess we’re gonna have to make sure the rules stick.”

The weapons in Patrick and Norman’s hands suddenly softened. Their grips roughly pressed down on the handle of their weapons and it’s squished in slightly as if it was foam toy. The finer features that were on the weapons fainted as the metallic shine of their weapons became rubbery and soft. In seconds their firearms had become cartoony children's toy versions.

“Jesus Christ!” Norman cried and dropped the toy weapon as if it was a snake. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at what should have been a real firearm.

Patrick threw the toy weapon at Konrad who tilted his body out of the way. The toy gun slammed against the wall and then fell.

Patrick and Norman rushed Konrad, knowing that the two of them together would have been able to overpower him.

“Alright that’s enough of this you clowns,” Konrad said.

With a snap of Konrad’s fingers, the chains from the display case flew out and wrapped around Patrick and Norman. They wrapped around their legs and brought them together. The metal chains lengthened as they wrapped further around their bodies, ensuring that they wouldn't be able to force themselves up no matter how hard they tried. They tumbled onto the ground and could only squirm around as if they were a pair of fish stuck on land. They tried to break out of the chains, but the old metal didn't budge.

Konrad walked up to Norman and Patrick's struggling forms with a pleased smug smile. They paled at his approach, struggling to move, but there was nothing that they could do to get away.

“Let’s get rid of those masks, now that you’re properly detained,” Konrad said. He kneeled and pulled off their masks, exposing their faces.

“Fuck,” Patrick cursed at having his face exposed.

“God damn it,” Norman hissed, and desperately tried to hide his face, but couldn't, earning a malicious chuckle from Konrad.

“Why are you afraid to show your face? You're not that bad-looking,” Konrad chuckled. “By the way, not a bad hair color, though I would have dyed my hair something else.”

"Piss off," Norman spat.

“Now then …I was about to say gentleman, but that would be an insult to real gentlemen everywhere. So mooks, you chose the wrong place to try and rob. The real question is what should I do with the two of you?” Konrad hummed.

Norman and Patrick gulped at the thoughtful look he had in his eyes and wondered why he hadn’t called the cops or something. It should have been a quick open-and-shut case since he had somehow tied them up in this weird way. With how Konrad rubbed his chin and talked to them, vaguely reminded the pair of a sadistic cleaner they knew. They couldn’t believe it, but after the insanity, they had just witnessed they could only hope that the police arrived soon.

“Can’t you just call the police you fuck?” Patrick spat.

“No, it's filth like you that winds up making things harder for everyone. It would be too easy to just call the police and get you thrown in jail. I know exactly how to deal with trash like you,” Konrad smiled. “I recently read another one of those trashy gossip articles going on about my love life. I think now would be the perfect time to put that silly stuff behind me in one fell swoop.”

Again Patrick and Norman squirmed against their chains, struggling to get away from their captor. Both of them were unaware of the changes that were currently happening to their bodies.

As they struggled against their bindings, their bodies got almost as if they were being forced into a smaller and more petite form. The chains loosened, making them smile slightly and filled them with hope. When they stopped getting smaller, Konrad chuckled.

“I think we don’t need these anymore, so long as the two of you remember your manners,” Konrad chuckled.

With a wave of his hand, the chains around the two suddenly disappeared and the two crooks quickly got up. They looked down at their bodies and noticed how much looser their clothes suddenly and gasped when they saw how big Konrad was to them. Minutes ago, he had been just a little shorter than them, but now he was a head taller. They stepped back as if Konrad was some vile monster that would eat them.

“What the fuck,” Patrick muttered as he stared at his altered form, not quite sure what to make of it. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if this was just some fear-induced hallucination or something. He looked at the artifacts wondering if they were coated in oil or poison that was making him see things.

Norman focused on his body and how calm and in control, Konrad had been since the start. There was only one possibility and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. He looked at the philanthropist, his body filling with even more terror. His mind flailed, desperately trying to make sense of the insanity and impossibilities that he had seen, which only seemed to pile on top of one another.

“Is this…Is this your doing?” Norman gulped.

“Indeed it is,” Konrad admitted with malicious satisfaction.

Patrick and Norman shuddered again as the hair that was on their bodies disappeared as if they had been given a full body wax to remove every little strand of hair. If anyone were to look over their bodies now they would see that every blade of hair that they had below their eyebrows had been picked off, leaving their skin as clean and hairless as professional models.

“Your punishment is only just beginning, but when it is over, well you won’t have to worry about working a day in your life. I suppose…in a twisted sort of way you’re going to get your wish,” Konrad smirked smugly.

“Whatever you’re doing asshole you better stop it now before I knock your lights out, powers or no powers,” Patrick threatened as he marched forward, eager to follow through on his promise, but stopped when his arms felt like someone had dipped them into a vat of water.

Patrick looked at his arms and saw his muscles get smaller. His arms trimmed, the muscles jiggling around slightly as they softened. Despite that, they didn’t loosen with fat and maintained a trim tone to them as they slimmed. The changes reached his upper arms and the balls of muscle that he had put much effort into strengthening reduced. He pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and flinched at the sight of thin dainty arms that looked like they belonged to a woman who had never worked a day in her life. He pressed down on his bicep and flinched at how easily it gave into his fingers.

Norman’s body went through a similar, but more pronounced change. His body slimmed every so slightly as the defined muscle he had seemingly vanished. He pressed his arms and frowned as his digit pressed against his body with greater ease. The only thing that he could think of as he studied his limb was that it looked more like it belonged to a young woman who possessed a litheness that showed she was naturally healthy.

Norman looked at his smaller daintier hands and shook as he stared at the cleaner, refined nails that he had now. It looked like he had just clipped them with how neat they looked, but they were longer than they had been as if he had only evened them out rather than cut them shorter.

“Trust me that this is only the start,” Konrad said.

“What are you going to do to us next you fuck!?” Patrick demanded, his rage and desperation giving him the courage that he needed to make demands despite the situation.

“Wow,” Konrad muttered as he scratched his chin, a smile coming to his face. “You’re a brave one for approaching me like this.”

Patrick's legs wobbled, feeling like they were walking on a wet floor. He struggled to maintain his balance as his legs violently shuddered. He breathed as his toes curled of their own will. His breathing picked up, as he lost control of his feet with how they were acting now.

Norman grabbed one of the display cases as his lower legs felt off. He raised one of his legs and ran his hand over it. His sense of balance was suddenly completely thrown out of whack as if he was standing on a ship at sea in the middle of a storm. He looked down and paled further as his shoes suddenly loosened. Despite it all, he looked, wondering what was happening down there, and saw that his ankles were getting smaller. Neither of them dared to pull off their shoes, afraid of what they would find as this did. Both of them were sure that they would see small womanly feet the moment they pulled their shoes off and neither wanted to see that thought confirmed.

The transformation process continued up their legs and the two crooks' balance was put to the test as it suddenly felt like they were standing on ice. They wobbled and gulped.

“Don’t worry I got you,” Konrad chuckled as he rushed forward and grabbed Patrick.

Patrick squirmed in his hold as his hands opened and closed. Then he threw them down childishly as if he was struggling to grab something.

“Now now, there's no reason to act like you’re a little kid,” Konrad berated as he let go of Patrick, enjoying every second of his panic.

Norman raised his leg, leaning further on the antique case to support himself as he did. He whimpered as his pants loosened from his muscles becoming leaner and more womanly. With a heavy heart, Norman squeezed his leg and was surprised by the lack of hard resistance that he faced.

Their thighs swelled, pushing against the confines of their pants as if they were trying to escape. The thieves could do nothing as the loose material tightened around their frames again. The two of them weren’t sure how to feel about the change to their bodies as they struggled to adapt to the sudden alteration. Unlike the changes to their lower legs, their thighs expansion didn’t immediately cease. Their thighs pushed harder against their jeans, earning a wince as the fabric harshly dug into their bodies. The back of their pants tightened against their glutes, outlining their boney posteriors. They swore they could see the seams of their pants straining as they struggled to keep the delicious curves that the criminals had gained in check as their junk was being crushed between them.

“Please, no more,” Norman cried, wincing at how far his pants were digging into his frame.

As if hearing his plea, the growth of their lower body slowed much to their relief. The two watched in horrified trepidation, unable to bring themselves to look away, praying that it wasn’t a tease. The growth of their legs finally came to an end when they had huge meaty thighs that could never have belonged to men. Their new legs could only belong to curvy women that would have made leg lovers cream their pants everywhere the moment they saw them, especially if their minds focused on their thighs.

“That is more than enough work on your legs. If you two need something more then we can go from there,” Konrad remarked.

“Fuck this!” Patrick cried as he tried to force his pants off his body. Yet the tightness of his pants only got worse, and there was nothing that he could do to stop it. No matter how hard he tried to undo the zipper and the button, they would slip from his fingers before he could do so.

Norman tried to stop himself from finding any pleasure in the changes to his body, but he couldn’t. It was like his pants had been vacuum sealed against his body with how tightly they caressed his lower frame. He whimpered as the zipper of his pants mashed down on his privates as if someone was roughly digging their heel against his manhood. He tried to undo the button there, but it wouldn’t come up. With that failure, he tried to force his finger underneath the waistline, but still, he was having trouble trying to get it undone.

“My legs!” Patrick cried, staring at his transformed legs and tried to adjust them so that his genitalia didn’t feel like it was getting crushed between his legs, but it was proving to be a far greater challenge than he could have imagined. He tried to tear them in half, thinking that maybe it would be enough to break out of them, but to his dismay, he was met with the same failure.

Patrick wanted to break out of the hug that he was in, but he still couldn’t bring himself to fight back and get violent with the power that was exerted on him. His heart fluttered at how he was held in his arms despite how he should have been utterly terrified of the current predicament that he was in.

“Are you alright?” Konrad asked mischievously, placing a hand on his delicate head.

Patrick gulped and yet a dark red blush came over his face the more that he looked at him. He looked at him, and his heart skipped a beat as if he was a young girl looking at her crush.

“What was your name?” Konrad questioned looking at him with such a dashing look that made his heart skip a beat.

“P-Patrick,” the crook said, and then frowned, inwardly cursing at how weak and pathetic he sounded.

“Hmmm…not a terrible name, though your figure is much better," Konrad chuckled.

Norman and Patrick winced as if their waists were being crushed by the chains again, except this time it was far worse. After a second, their mid-sections got smaller, making the two of them wince as they could feel their waists move inward. Their shirts and jackets drooped on their sides, showing how far the changes were. With every second that went by, their curves became a little more developed and womanly.

Norman hugged himself and could feel every centimeter of his trimming waistline disappearing. It wasn’t just that though. He could feel his stomach changing, and saw that Patrick was going through the same thing as he pressed down his attire, and could see the hard abs that he had disappear in seconds.

The moment it was over, Norman raised his shirt and gulped at the sight of his altered core. He had never been the most physically fit, but now his stomach looked like it was as flat as a piece of paper. He stared at his new smaller waist, unable to fully comprehend the changes as his hands moved on their own. His delicate fearful touch made him shudder, especially as he ran his hands down his waist, a pleasing warmth coming over him as he did so.

“What the fuck is happening to us?” Norman muttered. “How much further is this bullshit going to go?”

“Relax and you might figure out what is happening to you exactly,” Konrad stated, making Norman turn to him as if a gunshot had gone off.

Konrad stepped closer to him, and Norman stepped back, dreading his approach. The jiggle of his thighs made Norman quiver as he struggled to keep calm. The way his new sexy thighs kept rubbing against his dick only served to further arouse Norman. His pants gained a noticeable tent that made his face heat up in aroused shame, wishing that there was something else that he could do to make it stop.

“Don’t look!” Norman pleaded, feeling so self-conscious that he would welcome the cops taking him away right now if it meant that he would be out of this situation with his masculinity intact.

“Now why would we do that?” Konrad questioned as he let go of Patrick.

Konrad reached out to Norman, who stared at his hand, wondering where it would go and what might happen to him next. Norman flinched the moment he felt Konrad's hand gently brush against his waist. He stood still, observing Konrad as if he was standing in front of a giant predator. Yet there was something else as well. A small growing desire He didn’t want him to remove his hand.

“Such a fine waist wouldn’t you agree?” Konrad questioned.

“No, it's not!” Norman rebuffed.

The initial burst of rage that Norman had changed as he noticed Konrad’s body had a surprising amount of muscle. He didn’t think that he was that built since he had always worn a suit. At most he thought that he was only a little defined. Instead, he could feel a set of rock-hard abs that were hidden under his suit, with strong powerful arms.

“Feel something you like?” Konrad asked playfully.

“Do you regularly work out?” Norman questioned dumbly and then blinked. He hadn’t meant to ask that question. It had just slipped out. He knew that these feelings were not originally his, and yet he couldn’t help but feel attracted to him, as strange as it was to admit.

Norman looked over Konrad’s shoulder and saw that Patrick was slowly, carefully sneaking his way to the door. The blue-haired effeminate man frowned at the sight of his friend trying to escape. If he was going to just leave him here for Konrad to do whatever he wanted then why should he bother to look out for him now?

“Where do you think you’re going?” Norman questioned, glaring at Patrick.

Konrad looked over his shoulder and curled a brow at the sight. He sighed. “I should have known that you would try to escape while I was distracted. Guess it's true that there is no honor among thieves.”

“Shit!” Patrick cried and then forgone all sense of stealth in favor of escape.

Patrick reached the door, right as two pops reverberated through the room. Both Norman and Patrick flinched as if a bomb had gone off. They stumbled once more, Norman stumbling into Konrad but this time their legs didn’t feel off as their pants tightened again. Patrick and Norman looked down, and watched in terror, only to see that their legs had maintained the same standard curve that it had before but now their hips were a little wider.

“No leaving the room,” Konrad ordered and snapped his fingers, the door slamming shut in Patrick’s face and locking. “We’re all going to stay here as this continues.”

Patrick squeaked as he looked for any other exit he could take. Despite the door locking, Patrick tried to force the door open, desperately hoping that he would be able to get away.

‘It’s every man for himself!’ Patrick thought, uncaring of what happened to Norman.

The two looked back down, wondering what was happening to their lower bodies now. They could only stare, trying to find why their pants were getting tighter for some reason. They continued to tighten and it wasn’t until moments later they noticed why with how their hips were sticking out of his frame.

“Our hips now too!” Patrick tried. He tried to shove them back as if they were parts slipping out, but they refused to do so. He breathed, desperately wishing that he would wake up now and they would be getting ready for the heist.

Konrad went over to Patrick as if he was a predator that had found something far more entertaining, letting Norman breathe a little easier. His heart fell as if he had been shown a disturbing sight that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

“Save it for later,” Norman muttered as he placed his hands on Patrick's hips and moaned as he started to massage them. Patrick's breathing picked up and his digits moved as if they had gained a life of their own. Patrick closed his eyes, focusing on the arousing heat that was coursing through his body.

Neither of the two could say who had the curvier lower body. Both of them had the widest hips that they had ever seen. Their legs were the perfect example of womanly sensual beauties, along with plush thick thighs that only accentuated how thicc their lower bodies were.

Suddenly Norman’s mind paused at what he just thought. He looked down at his lower frame once more, even if doing so made him want to gag as if he had drunk a particularly foul mixture. He gagged as his heart stalled and his head throbbed as if someone had put it in a vice grip. It all came together in his head and he wanted to scream.

“We’re becoming women!” Norman cried.

“What!” Patrick cried, looking at Norman in shock. He looked back down at his curvy lower body and frowned. “Fuck, now I see it.”

“I wondered how much longer it would take before the two of you were able to see for yourselves what was happening,” Konrad confirmed.

“Please turn us back! We will never rob or break the law ever again!” Norman pleaded.

“And how can I be sure that the two of you won’t just go back to your life of crime the moment that you get out of here?”

“Can’t you just use your bullshit magical powers to ensure that we don’t,” Patrick said.

“I could but I already made my decision on what shall happen to you and I am a man of my word. I will stick by my original thoughts on the matter, because what is a man who doesn't stick to his promises.”

Before Norman or Patrick could say anything, they coughed and hacked as their throats suddenly became dry as if they hadn’t had anything to drink in days. They brought their hands to their throats and traced them, instinctually resisting the urge to pull their hands away from their body. The groans and hacking that were coming from their voices rose in pitch, much to their dread. Their eyes twitched as they struggled to control their mouths.

The dread they felt grew they struggled to keep their bodies under control. Their jaws altered as they were pulled farther out, their cheekbones altering. They winced and groaned as their noses let out a loud crack as if they had been punched in the face. They pawed at their faces and felt unfamiliar facial sensations, their minds imagining what they must look like now, and were terrified by their ideas.

“Perhaps a mirror would do the two of you some good. Are you interested to see what you look like now?” Konrad questioned playfully.

With a snap of his fingers, Konrad conjured a mirror that floated in the room, letting Patrick and Norman see what they looked like now. They screamed when they saw their transformed visages looking at them in the mirror. There was hardly anything about their old features, only a pale shadow of the men they had been at best, and that was if they tried to think of how they could look like their old selves. Their faces were nothing short of divine beauties who would be able to seduce anyone they wanted if they tried.

Norman raised his hand to his face and traced it. His shuddering grew at the features that he was feeling. It felt so wrong, so off that he wanted to heave, and yet all he could do was feel as if someone had dumped him into a vat of acid. He was sure that if he had anything in his stomach before this encounter he would have puked it up now.

“We aren’t just stopping at your faces. Oh no, now we are going to get right to the fun parts,” Konrad smiled.

Despite the ominous word and situation that they were in, both of their faces burned and a part of them found themselves admiring his good looks.

Norman shook his head, while Patrick continued to stare at Konrad. His fingers twitched and moved on their own as he gulped and his breathing increased. He wanted to complain, to say something, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything

Patrick and Norman jerked as a sudden heat overcame them. They whimpered as their pants got tighter, both fearful of what would happen to them now. They looked down and saw the front of their pants had noticeable mounds there, that made their faces burn brighter than it had ever before in the entire process. Just as quickly as the tightness appeared, it eased, and yet that did nothing to ease the terror that was in their hearts.  Norman’s eyes bulged as he quickly realized what was happening.

“No, please! I don’t want to be a woman!” Norman pleaded again, as he reached down, he cupped his junk and jumped as if he had been kicked in the balls, but he held his hand there. The feeling of his hard member shrinking made him squeal like a kicked cat.

“Please!” Patrick pleaded quietly, his face burning in shame and arousal. He shimmied from side to side. He couldn’t bring himself to touch what was between his legs. A sense of wrongness came over him, the more he thought about his shrinking anatomy.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, being a woman isn’t a terrible thing,” Konrad said. “Feel free to just play with yourselves as if you were jacking off to a nice porno or something. I’m sure that you would find much more enjoyment out of that, especially since this will be the last time that you get to enjoy those twigs and berries that you have between your legs.”

With one loud wet slurp, Patrick and Norman’s members retreated into their bodies and were quickly followed by their privates, earning a loud saucy moan. The two women reached down between their legs and felt their new entrances. They flinched when they felt a new pair of moist lips that were all but eagerly asking for attention to come to them. Their self-inspection was interrupted when Konrad moved again. He walked over to Patrick and stopped right in front of her.

“Welcome to the world of womanhood,” Konrad chuckled as he gently caressed Patrick’s cheek intensified and she involuntarily brought her thick thighs together as the heat between her legs soared to new heights. He then set a loving look and bided Norman to come over, but she remained put, even if a part of her wanted him to touch her.

Patrick and Norman flinched as they felt something tickle the back of their necks. They saw small little strands of hair growing longer and tickling their scalps. Their hair brushed against their cheeks as it shined brighter with new health. The volume of their hair continued to multiply as it brushed down its back. As their hair grew, its color slowly shifted, Patrick’s bright red hair, shifting into a bright blonde, while Norman’s dyed blue hair gained specks of green on it. Their hair tickled their butts, right when it finished growing, a blonde head of hair for Patrick and a brighter blonde that was faintly green in the light mane of hair for Norman.

“There we go, now that is some lovely hair, to go with your new genders,” Konrad said.

“Change us back! People will notice that we have gone missing!” Patrick demanded.

Norman frowned, knowing that it was a fruitless attempt. With how certain he was of everything, he was sure that Konrad had the means to make sure nobody would notice that they had gone missing. The only ones who would probably be their contacts, and they wouldn’t do anything to risk themselves. They would probably just grumble at the fact that they had lost a potential client.

Konrad laughed at Patrick and said vindictively. “As far as the rest of the world would be concerned, the two of you have always been like this. Whatever past the two of you might have had before is now inconsequential. Even you two won’t remember this or anything else related to who you were.”

Patrick and Norman shuddered again at the lustful eager look in his eyes. They studied their forms again, wondering what would be the next addition to their curves. Both of them stared at their chests, waiting for the horrid moment that they would grow a pair of breasts.

They froze as their cheeks pushed against their pants. They mewled erotically as the tightness in their drawers worsened even more than it already had. They undid their pants buttons and pulled down their zippers, trying to make some more room down there, though it did little to help.

“Please no…no,” Norman muttered as she rolled her hips and struggled not to slam her thighs together. She wanted something, anything inside of her with how hot and bothered she was. She looked down at Konrad’s pants and the large tent he was sporting there, which made her mouth water like a thirsty slut.

Patrick didn’t even bother to try and hide her arousal, she openly panted like a bitch in heat. She stared at Konrad, imagining the things that the two of them could be doing in the bedroom, making her face burn brightly.

A large rip formed in the back of their pants, no longer able to contain their ripening asses, which continued to expand. The two looked, their attention on Konrad, overwhelmed by the need to know what their rear ends were looking like now. Their blushes burned at the sight of their ballooning booties would have given the finest apples a run for their money.

“How much bigger are they going to get?” Patrick wondered as she gently bounced her fair cheeks.

“Just enjoy the growth while you can,” Konrad ordered, and then gently smacked her on the ass.

Patrick stumbled from the strike, and let out a cute little squeak. She bit her lips, wishing that Konrad would spank her one more time.

'Wish that was me,' Norman thought jealously and then gasped as she shook her head. “No.”

Norman and Patrick's butts finished growing when they had massive rear ends that stood out behind them like another pair of shelves. It would be impossible for them to go anywhere without having a delightful bounce to their rumps that would have made everyone with even a drop of warm blood drool.

“Very nice,” Konrad commented as he examined their cabooses. “Absolutely perfect to go with your new wonderful selves.”

Patrick smiled as a surge of confidence came over her. She stood a little straighter, and her smile brightened.

Norman rubbed her thighs together and stood a little straighter, the hunger with her swelling. She clenched her butt cheeks, earning a small little clap from them that made her twitch and flush. A slight giggle came from Patrick and a lustful look crossed Konrad’s face that made her heart fall.

“No,” Norman muttered. Desperately trying to focus on her original self.

“I think it's time that we put you two into some nice clothes,” Konrad muttered as he examined Patrick and Norman intently. “Those rags do nothing except take away from your beauty.”

Konrad snapped his fingers and the dark clothes that Patrick and Norman wore shifted. Their shirts and pants merged, the rips and holes on their clothes mending in seconds. Their pants legs merged forming a long dress that covered their legs. Patrick's clothes gained large streaks of white as gold lines formed on the dress, while Norman’s dress became a darker pink dress that snuggly hugged her body.

“I think it's missing a little something though,” Konrad remarked. “A small thing to bring it all together.”

Two small golden bands formed on Patrick and Norman’s ring fingers, making them jump. They looked down and saw simple golden wedding bands wrapped around their ring fingers.

Patrick stared at the ring on her finger and then smiled as if she had just won the lottery. Memories rushed into her mind, of a perfect wedding day. The beautiful beach where the ceremony was set, her family congratulating her, the food, and what had come after. Everything about the day had been nothing short of perfect.

“Patrick?” Norman questioned, staring fearfully at her. Patrick blinked and looked at Norman as if she was confused about something.

“Who is Patrick?” She questioned.

“That’s your name,” Norman answered sharply, stepping forward.

“What?” Patrick questioned, looking at Norman as if she had grown a second head. She wilted under the intense worried gaze Norman had and moved behind Konrad as if he would shield her from Norman.

Konrad wrapped his arm around Patrick’s waist, who immediately looked a little more confident. She let herself be pulled into his arms and guided in front of him. Patrick smiled and leaned against his body. She could feel his hard member push between her cheeks and gently wiggled her hips, smiling.

“Don’t worry Piper,” Konrad said, gently as he gently brushed locks of her hair with his free hand. “Nora's just having a little freakout. I love both of your dresses. It makes your breasts pop out.”

Piper smiled and then gasped as her chest swelled. A dark flush formed on her face as slowly rolled her hips. She turned to Konrad, biting her lips, a clear need visible in her eyes. Konrad laughed as he explored her curvy frame. Her growing bosom pushed her away from Konrad as if they were a pair of airbags going off in a car crash. She struggled to keep him as close but refused to let him get away from her as her chest continued to balloon. Her hooters finally finished growing when they had become a huge H-cup that made some basketballs look small. Right as Piper’s bust finished growing, Konrad moved away, just enough to show off the new massive bust that Piper had now to Norman.

Konrad and Norman stared at the new bust Piper had, the former in lust, and the second in horrified awe. Konrad fondled Piper’s immense chest, who smiled gleefully and placed her hand over his. The two got into another makeout session, hungrily exploring each other's bodies.

Norman stared as Patrick and Konrad made out, drooling, knowing that if she still had her member it would be harder than diamonds. The way Konrad's hands swept over Piper's frame and assaulted her body. How he kneaded and played with her buttocks as if they were dough. She could only stare, lost in desire and want.

“That should be me,” Norman muttered, and then grimaced at the sudden desire to be taken from behind.

“Ahh right, one last thing,” Konrad said and turned to Norman, who froze.

Norman looked down at her chest as a heat formed there. Her nipples perked against her chest and she watched it like a bomb about to go off. As if the pump on a helium tank flipped on, her small chest expanded. She gasped as her hooters expanded, sending a wave of lust through her.

“No!” Norman cried and grasped her chest. For a single moment, they fit in her hands perfectly, before they grew too large for her dainty hands to hold. Flesh escaped between her fingers and forced her hands further out as the mass of her honkers continued to expand. Norman pleaded with all sorts of gods, looking at Konrad pleadingly as she was forced to adjust her stance due to their increasing weight, which added pound after pound on her back's muscles, lest she tumble to the ground because of her boobs. Her breasts just kept getting bigger and bigger, a thundering electrical buzz going through her mind, leaving her mind blank as an empty page. Her bosom became just as large as Piper’s massive chest, resting just as proudly on her chest, like a pair of divine orbs that were meant to be praised by all.

“You're just as beautiful and as appealing as I hoped you would be Nora,” Konrad said.

The name rang in Norman’s empty mind like a gong, acknowledging that was her true name as a sensual smile formed on her lips. She stepped closer, making sure to bounce her bust and sway her hips. She savored the attention she got from him, her mind filling with fantasies of what he could do to her body to make her feel so alive.

For a moment the new persona dispersed. Her look of adoration and sensual thrill was replaced with a look of revulsion. Nora shook her head and tried to get her thoughts in order but it only got harder to do the longer it went on.

“No! No! I hate bj’s I hate-”

“You hate how wet they make you?” Konrad questioned.

Whatever Nora was about to say was completely brushed aside as her memory went elsewhere. Another moan came from the former male as her thirst grew. Memories rushed over of her happily bobbing her head up and down his cock, sucking on it like a wanton dutiful wife as she mushed it between her breasts. She brushed her thighs together and her face darkened further as her heart skipped a beat in terrifying joy.

More memories rushed through Nora’s mind as she recalled all of the nights they spent together and a beautiful wedding with Konrad. The two of them meeting for the first time, and how everything clicked together. All of the times they had spent together in the bedroom, on the couch, or anywhere else exploring various sexual positions. The best time was easily after their wedding, especially since they had gone at it for so long.

Nora gasped as she was pulled out of her fantasies, by Konrad playing with her left tit. Piper stepped forward, and Konrad chuckled as he placed his free hand upon her breast and gently massaged it. He took his hands off their chests, making Nora and Piper wilt.

“Girls I would love to explore your bodies some more, but we’re going to be late to the party.”

“But afterward shall we have some fun?” Nora smiled seductively.

“Of course,” Konrad chuckled.

“That sounds lovely,” Piper agreed demurely as she wrapped her arms around the left side of his body, a demure.

“Now then shall we be off? It would be rude to be late after all,” Konrad smirked.

“You’re right there,” Nora giggled as she took his other arm. “Though now that I think about it, it might be fun to have some fun at the party. The thrill of not getting caught and all.”

Piper and Nora snuggled against him, making sure to press their immense busts against his body. The two jumped as Konrad’s arms snaked around their bodies again and massaged their full buttocks. Both of them couldn’t wait till after the party, and the fun they would have.

As they made their way to the car, Konrad couldn’t help but feel proud. Not only did he take a couple of no-good criminals off the streets, but he also gained two perfect trophy wives.

‘Perhaps I should consider this on a larger scale,’ Konrad pondered. ‘Turning more criminals into women, to fill various positions could only be a good thing…’