Stolen Vial: Tim’s Disappearance

I was browsing through the dimly lit shelves of Spells-r-us, an odd little shop tucked away in the heart of downtown. It was filled with strange trinkets and oddities, but what caught my eye was a small, ornate box at the back. The packaging was elegant, and I felt drawn to it like a magnet. I’m not sure why, but something about that box spoke to me.

A tall man in a black robe emerged from the shadows. “Purchasing anything today?” he asked with a sly smile.

“Oh, no, just looking,” I replied casually.

“Ah, the allure of something new. Well, if you change your mind, let me know.” He walked away, leaving me alone in the room. My eyes were drawn to that box once again, and without thinking, I took it from the shelf. It was heavy, almost too heavy for one person to lift, but I managed.

I looked once more to confirm that the old man wasn’t around and then, in an instant, I made a mad dash for the exit. My heart pounded in my chest as I sprinted down the streets of the city.

“Oh, thank goodness,” I muttered to myself, finally breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m safe.”

I got home and locked the door behind me. As soon as I was alone, I opened the box, revealing a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid. My fingers trembled as I inspected it closely.

I don’t know what came over me, or why I felt possessed to shop lift. I’d never done anything like that before, nor am I sure why I choose this. In fact, it also felt like it choose me. My fingers felt as if they were acting on their own, picking up the vial and uncorking it.

Without hesitation, I swallowed the liquid. It tasted like honey and acid, burning through my throat. My vision blurred, and a strange warmth spread across my body. I fell backwards onto my bed and passed out.

When I woke up, I was still in my apartment but something felt…off. I got up and stumbled towards the mirror and that’s when I realized what had happened.

I stared at my reflection in shock. My hands were delicate, almost feminine, with soft, pale skin. My nails were painted a dark red. “What is happening to me?” I whispered as I touched my face. It was no longer rugged or strong; it was softer and more delicate, with high cheekbones and full lips.

My hair was thick and long, cascading down my shoulders in waves that brushed against my back. Panic surged through me as I looked down at myself. My chest was heavy, swollen, and tender, and the skin below it…it felt so sensitive. The fabric of my shirt rubbed against my nipples, making them hard and sending a shiver up my spine.

“No,” I breathed as I reached for my penis only to find it missing.

I started panicing, and the room began to spen. Then, I passed out.

When I woke up again, I heard my roomate. I sat up groggily and then remembered why I was here.

“Who are you?” He asked, his voice filled with confusion.

“I’m…I’m…” I started, but quickly realized how obsurd this looked. I was clearly a woman, and if I told him the truth he’d think I was nuts. I improvised and said “I’m Tim’s girlfriend.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize he had a new girlfriend,” he replied with a smirk.

“I was just visiting, and I guess I fell asleep.” I smiled awkwardly at him.

He seemed to believe me, and I was grateful. He helped me up to my feet, and asked where Tim was.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be stuck like this, so I said “He got an unexpected call from his mother. His father was sick and in the hospital, so he had to travel back home. He left so quickly that he forgot his phone.”

He nodded, and I followed him to the living room. He sat down on the couch and crossed his legs, while I plopped myself down next to him. “So…I assume Tim told you that you could stay here for a while?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded, shifting my weight awkwardly. My hips felt wider than they should be, and my ass was pressed uncomfortably against the chair’s seat cushion. I shifted again, trying to get more comfortable, but it didn’t help.

He saw me shifting, and must have mistook my actions for nervousness. “Don’t worry,” he said with a reassuring smile, “you can stay here for as long as you need.”

I felt my cheeks blushing at his kindness. I smiled at him and nodded.

He then went to the kitchen and returned with a couple of beers. “You drink?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, taking the bottle from him. The taste was familiar, yet foreign at the same time. It was the same hoppy flavor as usual, but the alcohol seemed to hit just a little harder.

He smiled, setting down the other beer on the table beside me. “How long have you and Tim been seeing each other?” he asked.

“Oh… Ummm….” I said, drinking more of my beer, buying me time to think. “Not long. We just met last week.”

Men, that beer was hitting harder than usual.

“Are you and him exclusive?” he asked, leaning back on the couch.

“Uh… yeah, why? What do you mean? I thought we were…” I paused, my words slurring slightly.

He laughed, “Well, if you’re not and he’s gone for a few days, it doesn’t exactly leave me much room to do anything else.” He continued to smile as he took a sip of his beer.

I felt an unfamiliar warmth growing between my legs. I shifted again, this time rubbing my thighs together. My eyes slid down his body and…wait..why did I just…was that….I was a man!

Before I realized it, i felt his hand on my thigh. My heart skipped a beat as I felt all the blood in my head rush to my face.

“I… It’s getting late… I’ve gotta…” I say, as I quickly go to stand up. However, in my haste, and with the alcohol really starting to affect me, I stumbled and fell as I was standing up.

“Whoa, there.” he says, as he helps me back up. “You don’t look to be in any condition to drive home.”

I shake my head as I try to steady myself, “No, it’s…fine..I’ll be fine.” I stammer, trying to say anything that doesn’t involve me having to explain why I’m not driving.

He smiles, “No, really. I insist.” He says as he helps keep me upright.

I feel my cunt growing wet. My nipples rub against my shirt and I feel a warmth growing there as well.

“No, please…” I say. He pulls me up and I stumble back onto the couch. He sits next to me and starts running his hand up my thigh again. “Please…don’t make this any weirder than it already is.”

I bite my lip as he rubs against my leg again. I feel his fingers tease along the seam of my shorts. I pull away. “No…please…just…” I say, pushing him back.

He smiles. “It’s alright,” he says, as his hand slips between my legs and I feel the warmth of my pussy against my fingers. I let out a soft moan as he brushes against my clit.

I bite my lip as he starts to rub back and forth, teasing me. “You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to, you know.”

“No…” I whisper, as his fingers find their way inside of me. My cunt feels so warm and wet against his fingers. He pushes deeper and I cry out in pleasure.

He smiles, “You like that, don’t you?”

I nod slowly, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me.

He leans forward, and kisses me passionately on my lips. I feel my nipples against his chest and my pussy soaking his fingers. He kisses me again, and I moan, this time losing myself in the pleasure as my hand reaches out for his crotch.

Feeling his hard erection through his jeans feels equal parts thrilling and revolting, but before I can react he undoes his pants exposing his dick. He slides my hand on top of it and I feel his cock growing hard against my palm.

I pull back one last time, but he mistakes my intention and uses the opportunity to remove my own pants and underwear.

I gasp at being exposed, and he spreads my legs wide in one swift motion, placing the tip of his cock against my pussy.

He chuckled and said, “Relax. It’ll be more enjoyable that way.” He leaned forward and began thrusting into my wet pussy.

I let out a moan as he started to fuck me. It was intense. Unlikely anything I’d ever experienced before as a man. I felt a buildup in my groin, a pressure that was growing in intensity with every thrust of his cock.

He held onto his hips and rocked my hips as he continued to fuck me hard, each thrust causing more pleasure than the last. The pressure began to grow stronger as he thrust deeper and deeper into my pussy, until it felt like I could no longer contain it.

I moaned loudly as he exploded inside of me. I was overwhelmed with emotions: shock, anger, humiliation, and pleasure.

I finally opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with a smug grin on his face. He looked so handsome, and I felt…I felt…

“Wow,” I gasped, my voice breathy and full of lust. “That was intense.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” he replied, his voice a mix of amusement and satisfaction. “You know, you should just stay the night here. It’s getting late.”

I blushed, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement flushing my cheeks. His cock, still in me, twitched slightly, and I realized deep down inside of me that I wanted it to stay there.

I nodded, giving him a little squeeze with my pussy, and he smiled.

I ended up staying a lot longer than just the night, and Tim never returned. It was the start of a whole new life.