Benjy was a normal young man in his early twenties, but in troublesome financial standing due to some family issues. He was of average height, a bit on the taller side, slender with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. He wore his best shirt and slacks as he rode in a taxi along the edge of town, excited, but also nervous about his new job. He had been struggling to get by doing odd jobs around town for the past few months, but his prayers were answered when he found a local listing for a personal assistant, with free room and board and a nice salary with benefits. It was a vague, mysterious ad with not much information, but it had the logo of the infamous Van Horne Industries, so Benjy knew it had to be for real. One simple and easy interview later, a few too many documents to sign, as well as headshots for some strange reason they wouldn't explain, and he was in. It almost seemed too good to be true, but Benjy's circumstances meant he had to take that chance.
"I can't believe I'm getting paid all this money to do his laundry and manage his schedule!" Benjy thought to himself, holding his backpack. "The timing of this job couldn't have been better, these bills were really starting to pile up. Thank god I kept all my dress shirts and ties from college so I can dress the part until my first paycheck goes through."
Benjy's mind was going a mile a minute as the taxi pulled up to the massive gates of the Van Horne property. He had only seen the massive, lavish mansion in pictures and on tv, but in person it was something else. It was definitely the house of someone with some serious dollars. Benjy began to worry if he was even ready for this job, having had no experience in being a personal assistant, but knew he had to get it together and figure it out on the go if he was to succeed in this gig.
"Phew... come on Benjy, relax... Here goes nothing!"
Benjy nervously rang the golden doorbell and was greeted by a buxom young red headed woman in a french maid's dress, as Benjy struggled not to have his eyes wander to her vast cleavage.
"Hello!" The maid spoke in a cheerful voice and thick Swedish accent. "You must be Benjy! He has been expecting you!"
"Hello! Yes, I sure am.. I hope I'm not too early..." Replied Benjy nervously.
"Oh no, not at all! Come on in, we will take your stuff, Alvira can you grab his bags please?" The maid called over another equally buxom and curvy blond woman in a maid outfit who grabbed Benjy's book bag.
"Oh, thank you, you're too kind.." Said Benjy, looking around the lavish mansion and the three other extremely stacked and curvy maids.
"I guess the boss knows what he likes... and he likes to be surrounded by it at all times..." Thought Benjy to himself, looking around at the pairs of large breasts and fat asses around him. "I could get used to living here with all this!"
"My name is Elle, I am the head maid of the Van Horne estate, and will be your team member in Mr Van Horne's home. I am the closest to Mr. Van Horne around here, except for you of course now that you're here. Alvira will send your things to your room and will help you get accommodated to the servant's quarters."
"Pleasure to meet you Benji." Spoke Alvira in a thick Russian accent, and gave Benji a large way too happy smile and a small bow. " Please follow me to your chambers."
"Nice to meet you Elle, and thank you for all your help." Benjy thanked Elle as he followed up Alvira up the massive circular marble steps, impressed by the size and lavishness of the house.
"Wow, I have to say this is the nicest home or building I think I have ever been in, and I went to the white house in sixth grade!" Said Benji, barely able to keep his jaw up as he looked around at Mr Van Horne's insane art collection and clearly expensive furniture and decorations, as they walked down the seemingly endless hallway.
"Yes, Mr Van Horne certainly has refined, though very expensive tastes. You will grow used to it, seeing as this will be your home for the very long, foreseeable future." Said Alvira without skipping a beat, though in a strangely ominous tone, Benjy thought. Benjy thought her choice of words was strange but decided he shouldn't rock the boat on his very first day.
"Yeah, I-I guess it will be..." Benjy reluctantly agreed, not sure what to say.
Alvira set Benjy's backpack down. " Mr. Van Horne will be with us for dinner shortly, I will take you to the dining room when the table is ready. In the meantime feel free to make yourself at home." Alvira said with a sensual tone, blowing a kiss to the clearly nervous Benjy.
"Heh, thank you Alvira. I will."
Alvira left the room, and the curious Benjy began to explore the large and lavishly decorated room. The floor was a shiny dark mahogany, covered by an expensive looking large rug. In the middle of the room was the large round bed, easily big enough for 2 or more people. Next to it was a large, ornate dresser with a full length mirror, next to it what looked like a make up table complete with a stool and close up mirror.
"That's funny.. I'll DEFINITELY be needing that." Benjy thought to himself jokingly, before moving his attention to the large portrait over his bed. "Whoah... who is that?"
Benjy looked at amazement at the beautiful painting of a full figured woman who looked to be about in her mid to late sixties, with lots of curves and her large bulging bosom prominent for the world to see. Her hair was a lush silver, her makeup perfectly made, her face round but with delicate, pretty features, showing that we was without a doubt an incredible beauty in her day.
"Whoahh... she's beautiful..."
"Yes, she sure was." A deep, gravely voice spoke from behind Benjy.
"Huh?" Benjy jumped up alarmed, and was even more shocked to see who it was. "M-Mr. Van Horne!?!"
"Hah hah.." Mr. Van Horne laughed with a warm smile. "Please Benjy, call me James."
"Sorry, uhh... James." Benjy felt it was pretty odd to call his boss so casually by his first name, having just met him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, and I am honored to be working for you sir."
"Ah, but the honor is all mine." James said, lowering his voice a bit, stepping closer towards Benjy in a way that Benjy found rather odd as well. "I was delighted when I heard you had accepted my offer. It's a lot to ask of a person, but you will be greatly compensated."
"Heh.. yes, well how hard can getting your coffee and managing your calls be?" Benjy laughed nervously, becoming uncomfortable by how James was looking at him, his eyes darting back and forth between him and the painting behind him. "What is going on here? Did I sign up for something else?" He thought.
"Well, I'll let you get back to unpacking. We'll discuss more your er- position at dinner in a few minutes. I'll be waiting for you in the dining room." James smiled and left the room.
"Wow, that guy is weird.. Though I guess most billionaires are. Eh, as long as I get my paycheck every week, I'm fine with whatever weird ticks he has." Benjy thought to himself, content.
Outside his door, James spoke with Elle. "He is perfect. Ready the serum. This time, use the merlot." Said James with an ominous smile.
Benjy sat next to James in the lavish dining room, on a large, long, extravagant mahogany and marble dining table, a massive very expensive looking chandelier hanging from above. Benjy was surprised by the amount of luxury in James' home, and still could not believe this is where he would be working and living.
As they ate rich and expensive foods like lobster bisque, caviar, and fois gras, James asked Benjy about his life back home, as well as more about him. Benjy answered his questions politely, but found it strange again that James wasn't telling him much more about the job, as well as the way James was talking to him, complimenting him at every chance he got.
"James is a really nice boss, but it's starting to feel like a date!" Benjy thought to himself, feeling strange now about this entire arrangement. Even worse, Benjy's stomach was beginning to not agree with the food, feeling lightheaded and woozy as well as bloated, making it difficult to focus on the conversation.
"GRRRRRGGGGGHHHH" Benjy's stomach gurgled loudly. Benjy put his hand over his stomach in embarrassment.
"Sorry, guess the caviar just isn't agreeing with me." Benjy apologized, his face turning red, embarrassed to be having stomach problems during their first professional meeting.
"Is everything okay?" Asked James, still smiling.
"Yeah, I should be fine, don't worry about me!" Said Benjy, the bloating slowly getting worse. He took a sip of his wine to calm his nerves. As he put his glass down he noticed his hand looked.... different. It seemed smaller, as well as looked swollen. His pants and chest felt tighter as well, his breaths becoming more strained. Not wanting to make things worse, he decided to say nothing for now and deal with it later.
"Well, as I was saying, I'm looking for more than just an assistant, I want someone I can confide with, someone I can go to for anything."
"Oh yes of course, I can uh. Do that." Benjy was too focused on how strange and bloated he was feeling to think too much. He looked down at his other hand and noticed it was also smaller and swollen, but now his nails were much longer than they were that morning. In fact, his skin looked smoother, more... feminine. His scalp began to tingle, as unbeknownst to him, his dark brown hair had begun to lighten, gray hair after gray hair appearing on his head. He scratched his head to soothe the sensation, making a hair fall from his head onto his food, before noticing it was gray. James noticed this and smiled, taking it as a sign that the serum he had placed in Benjy's wine had taken effect.
"What the? A gray hair? Man, I have to calm down, this stress is gonna make my hair turn gray." He thought to himself, dismissing it.
"Im also expecting something else from you. Much more. As may have have noticed, being a guy and all, I like to be surrounded by certain things." James pulls Elle towards him by the waist, her big breasts right in his face.
Before Benjy could respond, a button flew off his shirt and flew across the room. A startled Benjy looked down and was shocked to see it wasn't just his hands that had swollen up, but his chest as well, which now had perky, A cup breasts, but were clearly still swelling and growing.
"What the--?!" Benjy cried out in shock and horror, unable to contain his distress any longer. James looked on calmly with Elle, the both of them smiling.
"POP! POP! POP!"
Another three buttons flew off in rapid succession, as his new breasts swelled even faster, his shirt now halfway open, his breasts reaching a DD cup and still growing. He could barely past his new vast cleavage but could feel every inch of his body swell and fill with soft, womanly fat.
"Argh!! What's happening to me?" Benjy freaked out, grabbing his new, still rapidly swelling plush breasts, noticing his thickening arms and legs, his waist doing the same.
"Just relax, let the serum take it's full effect, the more you struggle the harder it will be to deal with." Said James, still smiling, now staring at Benjy's growing breasts.
"My my, He is coming along nicely!" Said Elle excitedly. "I think her boobies will be even bigger than your last wife's!"
"Wait, WHAT?!" Benjy's heart sank, but before he could react he winced in pain as his bones began to shift and contract. "ARRRGHH!! It HURTS!!"
Benjy's hips burst outward, into massive child bearing hips, tearing his slacks down the seams, soft fatty flesh bulging out of the tears.
Benjy winced in pain as the bones in his arms and legs reshaped and became shorter, making the only decently tall and lanky Benjy now short and stocky. His long, slender arms and legs had now transformed into short and plump limbs.
"Short and plump, just like you like them boss!" Said Elle enthusiastically. James smiled and nodded in agreement, becoming entranced and aroused by Benji's amazing and drastic transformation.
"Not plump enough yet.. She still has so much more to go.." Said James.
To make matters even worse the pain in Benjy's stomach intensified, when suddenly-
The button of Benjy's pants flew across the room as well, as a soft, big round belly began to rise from his waist, swelling and swelling, at this point looking six months pregnant but still growing.
"Arghhh! Please.. What are you doing to me?! Make it stop.." Benjy pleaded, his hands on his swelling fat belly, as he stumbled up from his chair, immediately feeling how much his body has changed in both weight and height, and could feel his body continue to shift and transform. He stumbled onto the floor, falling on his hands and knees, as he felt the seat of his pants growing tighter and tighter.
"Arghhh... no.. noo.. please no!" Benjy pleaded in vain, as he winced in pain, as his small, toned male butt began to fill with even more soft, plush, womanly fat, rising like cakes in an oven, quickly matching his wide motherly hips, turning into a large, fat ass. Suddenly he felt something pull at his crotch, as he felt his bait and tackle painfully pull into his body, the gap between his thighs quickly filled by a soft vagina. His hair continued to rapidly lighten, becoming a bright, shiny silver.
"Arghh.. god... no... when will it stop..." Benjy could barely react to the loss of his manhood as the transformation drained him of his energy and left him in shock, as his body still continued to swell and transform. Before he knew it, Benjy was knocked out on the floor, his body still rapidly feminizing.
"Take her to my room to let her finish the transformation. Get her dressed as well. We have a big day tomorrow." Said James, looking down at the fat old woman on the ground.
Benjy woke up in a haze, his entire body aching, mostly his head... and his joints? He felt extremely lightheaded as well, but also very heavy, as if something was pushing him down. He opened his eyes, and without moving his head looked around.
"Urgh... that's the last time I eat caviar..." Bejny thought to himself, forgetting for a second what had happened before we he passed out before it came back to him. "Urghhh... what a dream... Heh... Can you imagine if I grew ti....what the?" Benjy saw that he was not in the room he set his stuff in, but a much larger, more luxurious room.
At that moment, Benjy moved his head and was greeted by a fluff of shiny, silver hair in his face. He felt around his head and realized there was ALOT of long, silver hair around him and his pillow.
"Huh?" He thought out loud, noticing immediately his voice was wrong. It was now much higher, much softer, more...ladylike. He stood from the bed, lifted the covers and was immediately greeted by two massive mountains of mammary flesh, squeezed and bulging out of a low cut white lace bra. They were enormous, bigger than basketballs, almost making it unable to see his feet if another much larger mound of flesh was already blocking them, a massive, soft, jiggly belly, with a few stretch marks and cellulite, the skin of a much older woman, certainly much older than Benjy. Below his massive fat breasts and belly he could see his wide hips spilling out onto the bed, his/her thighs thick and plump, smooth with a bit of cellulite, as expected of a woman of a certain age. If the events of yesterday with him transforming into a plump older woman actually happened, he had transformed and aged MUCH further since then.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" he screamed in horror in his new granny voice, putting his hand over his mouth, startled by the shrill, old feminine scream that just escaped his mouth. "What the-what the fuck?! What's happened to me?! I'm an OLD LADY!"
Benjy got up from the bed as fast as his now much older and heavier body could handle and ran to a nearby full length mirror, nervous and scared about what he was going to see. With each step he took towards the mirror he felt his new body jiggle and bounce in places he had never felt before, the sensations feeling alien to him, making him feel like a stranger in his own body. Everything was different, his height had shrunk by almost a foot, and his center of gravity was much lower, his new enormous and heavy breasts, belly and butt swaying all over the place, making it more difficult to walk.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, no, no, this is a dream, this is a dream!" Benjy chanted over and over in his head, trying to wake up from this nightmare. He reached the mirror and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them.
Unfortunately, it was just as jarring and shocking as he expected.
In the mirror, Benjy stared at his face for what felt like an eternity. His features were all mostly the same and he could recognize himself, but his face was now clearly that of a woman's. What was most apparent was the effect of the weight, his face round, his cheeks full and plump, his lips full and luscious.
"How is this possible... I really am a woman..." Benjy felt and prodded his face, lifting it up and down, in disbelief he was really behind that womanly face. His heart was racing. "This is so fucked up..."
Also apparent was the years he had aged literally overnight, his eyes surrounded in wrinkles, a slight jowl, laugh lines across his cheeks. His eyes also looked larger and more feminine, with longer lashes, he could see a bit of blush and mascara giving him a beautiful face.
His once short, dark brown hair was now long, lush, and bright silver, now styled into a large, older woman's hairdo with lots of volume. His ears had never been pierced, yet now they had shiny white pearl earrings on each. He took another look at his ridiculously proportioned body, glancing at his new flat crotch for a moment before deciding he wasn't ready just yet to explore that part of his new body just yet, before turning around to get a good look at his new massive, beach ball sized round ass. It was soft and fat, lifted by a pair of matching lace high waisted panties, the vast, plush, jiggly flesh of each cheek straining the panties to it's limits. Benjy ran his hands across the seemingly endless surface of his new shelf of an ass, before giving it a gentle slap.
"God... it could jiggle forever..." Thought Benjy in disbelief, desperately wanting to wake up from this nightmare and be back home in his old body, far away from this mansion and that creepy old man and his busty evil servants.
"Amazing isn't it. Your conversion was an astounding success, by far the best reaction to our new formula I have ever seen." A voice spoke behind Benjy, as he turned around to see James Van Horne and Elle standing behind him at the door. "My last wife was beautiful, but not as robust as you have turned out. The adjustments my scientists made have certainly been.." James stepped towards the shock-still Benjy and grabbed a handful of her massive fat ass, before giving it a smack sending it jiggling wildly. "...Fulfilling."
"What the fuck have to done to me?! Why have you turned me into a fat old woman?!" Benjy cried out in rage, stopping his jiggling ass, and trying to cover his vast cleavage in vain. "Change me back NOW! This isn't legal!" Benjy cried out in anger, noticing even his tone and mannerisms have changed into that of a gentle old woman's.
"Were you not listening? Did you not read the papers you signed when you agreed to this "position"? You are going to be test subject of our "Dreamwife" DNA altering serum, as well my proud new wife. You signed the consent forms to convert your body and erase your old life and identity to the new one you will be given, as well as the marriage documents that make us man and wife upon your taking of the serum."
"We have erased all data in the world of your old identity, now this is your new life." Elle handed a driver's license to the nervous Benjy, whose hands shook as he took it.
"What is... this?" Benjy couldn't believe what he saw on the card. "Barbara Van Horne... age.. 67?!" Benjy's jaw dropped as the card fell from out of his hand. Had he really just lost THAT many years from his life? "No..no.. I didn't agree to THIS!?!"
"Oh Barbara honey, Mr Van Horne has the best lawyers who now how to write the best contracts." Said Elle, smiling and wrapping her arms around James, the nature of their relationship becoming very clear.
Benjy thought back to the day he accepted the job, all the innuendos and signs of what was to come. He was too desperate and the promise of lots of money he badly needed made him sign all those papers without reading them. "What the fuck...No.. no!.. this can't be happening! I can't have just lost FIFTY years of my life!! I can't be your wife! I can't be an OLD LADY!! I'm a man! A YOUNG man!"
"Oh sweetie... even if we wanted to turn you back, we can't. The transformation process is so stressful on the human body if you were to go through it again you would die. Your new gift of a body is yours, forever, whether you like it or not." James said, stepping towards the increasingly upset Benjy. Suddenly Benji felt a wave of pleasure and tingling sensation run across his body as James came closer, untl he wrapped his arms around Benjy's plush, wide waist, running his hands across Benjy's soft skin, feeling every inch of Benjy's new bulging granny curves. Benjy stood still, letting James embrace him and grope his massive breasts, feeling James' hardening cock press into the deep, plush flesh of his fat ass.
"what.. the... what is.. happening now.." Benjy found it difficult to think, finding James' touch too pleasureable and overwhelming for his new sensitive and now seemingly horny older woman's body.
"I've designed your new body to react to my touch... to help you adjust to your sexuality.. and to help you.. submit." James ran his fingers across Benjy's hair, before kissing her neck.
"Whoooahh... no.. please.. stop this.." Benjy tried to resist but only found himself cooing in delight. "No.. this can't be happening.."
"It's happening my dear Barbara... Soon, all you will know is being my loving, happy, and satisfied wife. I'm not a young man, so I plan to spend OUR golden years... together..." With that, James kissed the disturbed Benjy even more, massaging his bulging breasts even more intensly, Benjy's body overloading with all of these new alien sensations. As Benjy looked at their reflection in the mirror, unable to recognize himself in the sexy old woman and old man in the mirror, the reality of the situation finally hit him. This was for real.
"Oh god.." Was all Benjy could moan, deeply afraid of what was to come next in his new forced life as a married 67 year old woman.