The Life Of Lydia

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   I’m sorry, Lydia. I know what you're thinking, I’m a terrible father. But you had such a perfect life, such a perfect body, that I couldn’t resist taking it. I felt terrible casting that spell but, on the plus side, nobody will ever know. You wouldn’t have any objections if I removed these clothes to examine my prize, would you?
Mmm perfection.
Here, let me retrieve you from where you’ve fallen. ‘The Life of Lydia’, what an amusing title! You don’t mind if I just flip through to the last page. Ah, it’s still being written! More magic! Let's see here... *clears throat*
“Lydia stared up in horror at the figure - her figure! It was her! Her own father within her body, while her soul had been evicted into this vessel of paper and glue. He stooped, picking her up from the flooor. She felt tiny within his hands. He was a giantess! Her leather spine creaked painfully as he spread her wide open, riffling roughly through the thin parchment that was now her entire being. ‘This can’t be happening’, Jessica screamed, though no sound could be heard. ‘This isn’t happening. Give me my body back!’”.
You make for such fascinating reading. I’m afraid your body is my body now, and reversal is quite out of the question. I suppose the kindest thing would be to burn you to free your soul from these pages but, alas, if I’m to take over your life, I need all the secrets written in these pages, access to your innermost thoughts. You don’t mind if I read through these memories, do you? I simply need to know how you and your husband first met.
Oh my, these pages are quite erotic. And with illustrations too! You naughty girl! Is this what I have to look forward to?
Hmm, what’s this you're writing now? “Lydia watched, hope kindling within her as her husband slipped quietly into the room. Unknowing of the theft of her body and life, the man’s dark eyes glittered lustfully at the sight of her father’s exposed, stolen ass. With amorous intent, her husband approached her father, and she saw the same dark lust alight in her father’s eyes as he read her thoughts, as he considered what was to come - his acquired womanhood impaled over and over on his own son-in-law's cock. Too late, Lydia realized her mistake, tried to mask her mind even as her father read it, but the hope of freedom intruded over all other thoughts. The hope that if her husband were only to catch a glimpse of the writing of her book-bound form -even just her title! - he would realize the deception and rescue her from this tor-”
*snap*
Don’t think I don’t see you creeping back there, dearest, admiring my ass. Hmm? 'What was I reading'? Oh, nothing important. But you’re welcome to watch as I put it away. Far, far away.

Manufactured Consent - Dildo TF

 

Transcation Excursions - Facatativá

 

In the 17th century, the area of Facatativá in present-day

Colombia was brutally put to the sword by Spanish conquistadors. So the tale goes, as the priestess of Huitaca lay bleeding out, she placed a curse upon the land, so that the invaders would experience the fate of those they had killed.

That night the conquistador slept beneath the open sky. As the silvery light of the moon touched them, they took on the bodies and faces of the slain villagers. When a second party of conquistadors arrived to relieve them, the transformed Spaniards discovered their tongues too had been taken from them. Watching as their former comrades drew swords, they could only plead helplessly in the native tongue in the moments before they were struck down by the men they had once called brothers.

But the curse didn’t stop. Ever since that day, all who sleep there awaken to find their flesh twisted into the shapes of long-dead men and women…

Today the city is a thriving spa town! Drawn by the so-called curse, retirees from across the world throng the streets, staying at one of the many luxurious high-rises that dot the hillside of this once-sleepy village.

By day, guests can enjoy the local culture, experiencing first-hand a forgotten language from their own lips! Try the cuisine, visit pre-Columbian architectural sites, or perhaps even catch a bus tour to visit the spooky, unmarked graves of those unlucky conquistadors.

And at night, our transformed attendees engage in acts that would make Huitaca, the goddess of sexual liberation herself, blush!

Thinking of booking an excursion to Facatativá? Contact us today!

Disclaimer: New bodies will be received by guests upon sleeping within the perimeter of Transcation Excursions Resort and Spa. Transformations are determined at random from a pool of 449 17th century indigenous muisca peoples. Transcation Excursions does not guarantee the age, sex, gender, or any other attribute of the body received by our guests. Transcation Excursions can not be held responsible for any loss or acquisition of age, limbs, hair, tattoos, or sexual organs upon transformation. Transcation Excursions can not be held responsibilities for any pregnancies conceived during or following a stay at the Transcation Excursions Resort and Spa. Transcation Excrusions can not be held responsible for cloudy, stormy, or otherwise moonless weather conditions during your stay. For indemnity purposes, all transformations are considered Acts of God. All transformations are final. 

Green Fingers, Thumbs, Limbs and Torso - Plant TF

 Honey? Are you still there?

We're still spiritually linked by the spell, Simon. I can hear you for now.

I changed my mind. I want to go back. I can’t see, I can’t move. Undo the spell. Please?

Undo it? But didn’t you say you wanted to support me? That you wanted to share everything with me? It’s so incredible feeling your life force, strength, humanity, everything flowing into me. I could run a marathon right now. Mmm your life essence tastes so good. Even if it has gone straight to my ass, haha!

But I’m a houseplant!

And what a beautiful houseplant you are too. There really isn’t enough life force left to hold you in the shape of something complex like an animal or a fiance.

But- but- we were meant to share everything…

We will. I’ll share with you the sunny window ledge of my new apartment. Let me introduce you to the collection. Say hi, boys.

Wait. Are these men too?! How many fiances ha-

Aaand there goes the link.