Fantasy Manor

Fantasy Manor: Epilogue

Posted on August 31, 2024 By fetishesandfantasiesNo Comment

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Bathed in the erotic afterglow of their sapphic sluttiness, Lena and Demi waited patiently for their friends to arrive. Having redressed they’d sent out the call together, a wordless summons that pulled on the subconscious of their transformed guests, drawing them to this room even though they didn’t know why.

Eliza and Troy were the first to arrive. The dark-haired beauty was dressed in a sheer lace nightie that did nothing to conceal the lithe body beneath, with smears of dried cum visible across the flesh of her tits and midriff. Her lover, meanwhile, was clad in a sleek blue suit, the seams pressed to a razor edge. Eliza had already made several adjustments to his appearance – fuller beard, broader shoulders, skin a few shades darker – and despite his dapper look, both Lena and Demi knew that he was no more than a plaything for the sultry goddess.

‘Good evening, ladies,’ she smiled, taking her seat in an armchair and looping one hand around Troy’s leg to caress his inner thigh as he stood beside her. At some point in the day she had magicked up a manicure so that her nails could be heard running softly over the material of his trousers. ‘I suppose I should have guessed the manor would pick you two as our hosts. And might I say, I much prefer these bodies to your old ones. I always liked you as Liam and Dominic – but those are bodies I could really have some fun with.’

Lena smiled. Given that Eliza was one of the few members of the group who had retained their memories post-transformation, she supposed it wasn’t surprising she’d guessed their original identities.

‘Oh, I’m sure we’ll be able to get very well acquainted soon enough,’ Demi replied, a wicked glint in her eye.

Eliza’s expression was just as fiendish. ‘I shall look forward to it.’

It did not take long for the rest of the guests to arrive. Showing up in small groups they filtered in whispering amongst themselves as they sat or stood wherever there was room. While some were fully-clothed, others hurried in wearing only t-shirts or boxers or – in the case of Autumn, who was led in on a leash by Manuel – nothing at all. In only a jockstrap Dylan was barely more concealed than the busty sub, and when he and Max arrived the two dominant men shared a respectful nod, as if congratulating one another on how obediently shameless their respective lovers were.

Unlike Eliza, most of the new arrivals had no idea who the beautiful black woman and her gorgeous redhead friend sat by the fireplace could be. Nonetheless, as the group grew the room slowly filled with a subdued buzz of conversation. As they spoke the guests cast glances towards Lena and Demi, who surveyed them all with silent smiles of satisfaction.

The various transformations imparted on the group made for an eclectic gathering.

On the sofa which had so recently staged Lena and Demi’s passion sat Jessa, Lucas, Cherie and Alex. The two couples composed themselves distinctly differently, for while Jessa was curled up in Luke’s lap with her arms around his neck, Cherie and Alex sat side-by-side looking far more reserved. Nevertheless, on closer inspection Lena noticed that though they initially appeared to be holding hands in his lap, one of Cherie’s had been subtly slipped into Alex’s jeans, the crotch of which was moving softly as they used the other three hands to conceal her sly stroking.

On the opposite sofa, Nyxi and Saphira were in deep conversation with Anna, Angelo and Vinna. The throuple lounged against one another, limbs tangled and hands rarely still so that they looked more like a single entity than three individuals. All three were listening intently as Nyxi described in great detail how, during one of Saphira’s bouts of mindless drooling, she had fitted the beautiful trans woman with a chastity cage and had spent the last several hours incessantly tormenting her locked up lover. While Saphira – who was now wearing a skimpy schoolgirl outfit – was left squirming silently in her seat, Angelo and Vinna were eventually so turned on by the discussion that they wound up kissing passionately while Nyxi and Anna continued to chat.

Between the two sofas were positioned a trio of armchairs. Seated in the central one, had it not been for Lena and Demi’s presence, Eliza and Troy could have been mistaken for the heads of the gathering. Both were embodiments of lust and Eliza smirked as the others cast adoring glances in their direction. Korra and Kate had been the last to arrive and had sat cross-legged at Eliza’s feet, their dicks shamelessly exposed through the open crotches of their fishnet attire, but already they had been drawn closer like moths to a flame so that now they flanked her legs, kissing them gently and staring up at her with longing eyes.

To either side of her, Manuel, Max and their subs were mirrors of one another. Each Dominant sat in their own armchair wearing suits even more dapper than Troy’s, while at their feet knelt their exposed lovers. Clearly still high on lust, Autumn groaned whenever Manuel reached down to grope her bare tits, while Dylan rocked against the toe of Max’s patent shoe, his eyelids a blur as the motion agitated the hefty plug occupying his ass.

Off to one side, Christian and Jean had taken up position on a pouffe with Anya nestled in their laps. None of the trio were paying much attention to the rest of the group, Instead Anya had her arms coiled around the necks of her men, though she was treating one very differently to the other. Her orgasmic body wrapped in a gleaming black catsuit, she made out passionately with Jean who was eagerly groping her through the latex. But Christian sat unmoving, his muscles rigid as he visibly fought the urge to join in and his face a mask of torment as Anya smiled at him while Jean kissed her. Lena smirked: clearly there was a submissive streak in Christian after all.

The remainder of the group were all standing behind the half-circle of furniture chatting like old friends without realising that they actually were. Sofi and Jay held one another close as they conversed with Emily and Sabrina, all four of them clad in fitted silk pyjamas that boasted their new figures; Alexis and Mickey seemed content to listen to the conversations of those around them, their hands on one another’s asses as they did so; meanwhile, Jasmine, Jason and Christiana were talking with Ella and Mason, and though Mason was subtle enough that nobody else had noticed, Lena and Demi could feel the pleasure of his fingers buried to the knuckle in Ella’s ass.

‘Do you think they’re ready for this?’ Lena asked.

Demi’s fingers found the bare skin of her shoulder. ‘No. But they’ll thank us eventually.’

Then, raising her voice, Demi drew all eyes to her. ‘Thank you everybody for coming. We apologise for disrupting your night, however we decided it was time we introduce ourselves. I am Demi, and this is my partner, Lena. We will be your hosts this week and as such we would like to officially welcome you to Fantasy Manor.’

‘Yes, a very warm welcome to you all,’ Lena continued. ‘Rest assured, your week here will be truly special. However, before you can experience all the pleasures this manor has to offer, we must first show you the truth of what you’ve already become.’

Amongst the confused frowns, Cherie raised her free hand. ‘Excuse me, but what are you ladies talking about?’

Sharing a smirk, Lena and Demi smiled. As one they each raised a hand, finger and thumb poised to snap. Briefly glancing around the room, Lena spotted Eliza, Nyxi and Anna grinning with anticipation.

‘This,’ Lena and Demi said together before snapping their fingers in unison.

For just a second the air seemed to shudder as the personas that the manor had erased were returned to their rightful owners.

Then where once there was quiet, suddenly chaos reigned.

Though Jessie opened her mouth to gasp, the sound lodged in her throat when she looked down at her incredible body, the sight of her big tits and voluptuous curves stunning her into silence. Given that she could only stare at herself in disbelief, she was utterly oblivious to Luke, who appeared just as shocked to be holding her; the moment he regained his mind he froze, seemingly convinced that having Jessie in his arms meant he must be dreaming and if he moved too quickly he would wake up. As before, Charlie and Ally had a distinctly different reaction to their neighbours, with the busty blonde giving a startled cry and pulling his hand free of Ally’s jeans, all while Ally herself began abruptly hyperventilating, attempting to calm herself by fanning her face with her hands in a stereotypically girlish manner that forced Lena to bite back a laugh.

Opposite them, Stephen was in a similar state of panic – though only briefly. Almost before reality hit him, Niaz pressed himself close, kissing the transformed man’s neck and snaking one hand down into his schoolgirl dress to tease his caged she-cock. Despite his alarm, Stephen melted into Niaz’s embrace, eyelids closed and a soft groan on his lips as his lover soothed away the panic like a potter smoothing lumps from clay. Beside them, their neighbours were even less perturbed; Andi and Vince paused their kissing only briefly, pulling back and admiring one another’s new bodies for a moment before immediately making out with even more passion than before, while Adrian was watching the madness with a satisfied smile.

Eloise was composed as ever and sat with an almost regal air on her armchair throne. In contrast, Taylor reacted with a tirade of expletives and for a moment appeared as if he was about to bolt. But all at once Eloise seized him firmly by the balls, her talons a wordless threat of what would happen if he acted out. Unsurprisingly Taylor fell instantly still, the curses dying in his throat. Witnessing this silent show of strength, both Keira and Kacie decided crossing the sultry goddess was not worth the risk and so, rather than leap up in a frenzy, both women pressed themselves closer to Eloise’s golden legs, albeit with their own legs now folded to conceal their dignity.

It seemed that reality had shattered the mirror between the couples flanking Eloise. Finding himself busty, naked and leashed, Aaron’s faced had drained of all colour. His terror only seemed to grow as some echo of Autumn’s consciousness prompted him to scurry back into the relative safety of his new owner’s legs – a move which prompted a gleeful grin from Maria, who was looking at the leash in her hand as if it was the key to a pirate treasure chest. In contrast, David was affectionately consoling Maya, who had sprung up from her chair so urgently it toppled backwards. Despite being dwarfed by Maya’s massive male frame, the jockstrap-clad twink had taken the huge bull by the wrists and was talking with soothing tones to calm her down.

On the pouffe, Chrissy and Jacques were already arguing over who had managed to make Anya cum the most since their initial transformations, their need to one-up one another apparently washing aside any alarm upon finding themselves in entirely new bodies. Wrapped up in their arms, Andre barely had chance to process what the manor had done to him before he was being groped once again, this time with Chrissy involved too. With their hands moving hungrily over his feminine body he was soon flooded with fresh lust, his desire purging any doubts about his transformation so effectively that when one of the men unzipped the front of his catsuit he gladly pressed his new tits into their waiting grasp.

And then there were the final few. Though clearly startled, neither Solomon nor Janey opted to release one another (in fact, Lena thought she saw them embrace a little closer), while – as the memories of what they had done together melded with her own – Emma’s eyes burned with a mixture of shock and carnal hunger so intense that Sean had to look away, busying himself by fiddling with the cuffs of his pyjamas; Ace’s initial panic settled quickly when Mike’s supportive arm rose to loop around his waist, followed a few seconds later by Ace’s hand returning to grasp Mike’s ass; and finally, while Jaz, Jason and Chris collectively seemed to work through every other reaction their friends had displayed – from shock, to horror, to lust – Maisie accepted her transformation with remarkable speed, a fact which she exploited by pumping her fingers into Elliott’s tight ass. If Elliott himself had any misgivings about his new body, they were lost in his groans as he slumped against Maisie’s broad chest and rocked his hips needily against her hand.

After allowing the chaos to continue for a little while, Lena peered up at Demi. ‘I think we’ve allowed this for long enough, don’t you?’

‘Spoilsport,’ Demi said with a smirk.

With another snap of their fingers they were rewarded by instant silence. Several dozen heads swivelled in their direction and though their lips remained sealed countless questions were written across their faces.

‘Thank you,’ Lena said. ‘Now, we gathered you all here for a simple reason: to show you the truth of the manor. At this point it will come as no shock when I tell you that Fantasy Manor is far from your average woodland retreat. It is a place of lust brimming with transformative magic that has the power to rewrite reality in the most erotic of ways.’ She paused, a little daunted by the many eyes upon her. A gentle squeeze of her shoulder from Demi was enough to spur her on. ‘But the manor doesn’t just sow random mischief. Instead it explores your soul, draws your inner deviant to the surface, and uses your fantasies to weave entirely new realities tailored to your deepest desires. Hotter, naughtier realities.’

All at once, Aaron found his voice. ‘You’re out of your fucking mind,’ he snapped, his pretty face now twisted with disgust. ‘Why the fuck would I ever want to be turned into some cock-hungry bimbo?’

‘I hate to agree with Aaron, but I didn’t ask for this either.’ Solomon gestured to his buxom body. His long dark hair was still wet and in her mind’s eye Lena saw a brief flash of Janey fucking him hard against the tiles of their shower. ‘I’ve never fantasised about this before in my life. Especially not with Janey. I just… I don’t think of her… him… them… that way. We’re just friends.’

‘Precisely,’ Emma chimed in. ‘I won’t deny that right now I want to fuck Sean senseless, but why would he want that? Sean isn’t attracted to me.’

The response came from the entire group at once: ‘Yes he is!’

Swivelling to face Sean once more, Emma’s hands flew to her mouth and her eyes bulged as years of reality came crashing in.

Demi intervened before anybody else could speak up. ‘Listen, it might not seem like it at first, but the manor makes every change for a reason. Though you’d never tell anybody, Solomon, you’ve never quite felt like you belonged among any one clique, always straddling the divide between nerd and jock. Sofi is just the same, only she found somebody to fulfil her in ways you haven’t – someone to share in her uniqueness. And who else would the manor choose to fill that role than Janey, your best friend who would never turn down an opportunity to support you? You see, it’s not your sexual fantasies the manor brings to life. It’s the yearnings of your soul, albeit infused with a heavy dose of depravity for good measure.’

Abruptly Demi’s gaze shifted to Aaron who withered under her fearsome glare. ‘Then again, some people don’t deserve that kind of treatment. And unfortunately for you, Fantasy Manor has a very twisted sense of irony. After all, what better punishment for a sleazy bastard like you – a man who can’t look at a single woman without thinking of all the ways he could degrade her – than to become a busty slut forever desperate for that kind of demeaning treatment?’

Though he opened his mouth to reply, Aaron’s jaw simply hinged up and down uselessly, the words dying in his throat as Demi’s vicious stare dared him to argue.

While Demi played the bad cop role to perfection, Lena steered the conversation back into good cop territory. ‘For some of you, there weren’t many changes to make. Sometimes there is an inner deviance so close to the surface that all it takes is a transformation and a little serendipity to bring fantasies to life without any need for a new persona at all.’ She glanced at Niaz and Adrian; the duo were now teasing Stephen as a unit, Adrian whispering filthy words into his ears while Niaz continued to surreptitiously play with his new body. It was clear Stephen was far too horny to listen to anything Lena was saying, but she didn’t intervene: no doubt he would find out the details later.

A brief silence followed Lena’s words as the group considered what she and Demi had said, though it was not long before Eloise broke it.

‘As fascinating as this all is, I think I probably speak for most of us when I ask what we are supposed to do next? Personally, I’m horny enough to spend the whole week fucking, but since you have returned all our memories I suspect not everybody will be on board with that idea.’ Throughout the conversation, Eloise’s hand had not moved from Taylor’s crotch, and both Keira and Kacie remained at her feet, giving her the air of an empress surrounded by her obedient concubines.

‘Oh, that’s easy,’ Demi smiled, and as one she and Lena snapped their fingers once more.

For the second time the air in the room shuddered like vibrating glass. When the movement faded so too did any lingering tension in the room as the group’s manor personas returned. This time, however, the horny new realities did not wipe away their original minds completely, instead they laced through their existing psyches; fuelled by arousal yet fully conscious of how the manor had changed them, any doubts or concerns were soothed by the balm of the manor’s mischievous magic. As if letting out a united breath they hadn’t realised they’d been holding, the entire gathering relaxed.

‘This is who you are now,’ Lena said. ‘A blend of old and new. You’re no longer held back by fear or anxiety and you’re free to explore the new relationships the manor has made possible. In these bodies pleasure is your way of life – and if there’s one thing Fantasy Manor can provide, it’s pleasure.’

‘But only to those that deserve it,’ Demi went on, her eyes abruptly shifting to the man whose balls were still cupped in Eliza’s hand. ‘Troy. Do you know how close the manor came to turning you into a ditzy bimbo as it did with Aaron?’ She didn’t wait for a reply. ‘Very close. But in the end it decided that – with the right influence – maybe you could learn a lesson in humility. So rather than transform you itself, it allowed Eliza to do so instead. The manor has been lenient with you, Troy, but would you like to know what happens to those who disrespect the manor’s gifts?’

Again, Demi’s answer came before Troy could respond. In unison she and Lena snapped their fingers in Autumn’s direction.

The effect was immediate. In a heartbeat Aaron was wiped away completely and Autumn took total control once more. Instantly horny, she frantically scrambled up onto Manuel’s lap where she began grinding against his crotch as if her life depended on it. ‘Babyyyyy, I need to fuck. Please, I need you in me, your big cock stretching my holes. Please, please, please, I need–’

Whatever else Autumn needed was lost as she suddenly locked lips with her man. His hands instinctively snaked around to grip her jiggling ass while she continued to writhe against his chest, her agile fingers already undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Demi narrowed her eyes in Troy’s direction. ‘Do we make ourselves clear?’

Troy nodded rapidly.

‘As for the rest of you, we’ve kept you here long enough.’ Lena raised her arms as if to indicate the entire manor and all it contained. ‘Fantasy Manor is now yours to explore. There are countless lives waiting for you within these grounds – countless bodies and pleasures and fantasies. You may experiment with as many or as few as you like. There is no limit to what depravity you can indulge in while you are here, so what are you waiting for? Get going already!’

Lena and Demi laughed as their friends hurried from the room, babbling excitedly as they went.

Though the majority left, a handful stuck behind. For their part, Autumn and Manuel probably hadn’t heard Lena’s dismissal at all, for they were much too busy passionately making out. Manuel’s shirt and blazer had already found their way onto the floor and Autumn’s grinding crotch had raised a tent in his trousers. In response he was fiercely groping her tits, the flesh going pale where his thick fingers plunged in deep.

Beside them, Eliza and her pets had also hung around. Once the rest of the group had gone the olive-skinned beauty came to join Lena and Demi by the fire.

‘I thought you were going to keep them here all night,’ she said. ‘And I must admit, this new persona isn’t a particularly patient one. Since I’m assuming Alex will be busy railing Cherie in my room, may I suggest we take things back to yours in order to… ah, how did you put it? Get acquainted?’

‘Of course,’ Lena nodded.

‘It would be our pleasure,’ Demi agreed.

‘Can we come?’

The three women turned to find Korra and Kate still at the foot of Eliza’s chair. They were up on the knees with hands pressed together in a pleading gesture, their position once again exposing their bare she-cocks.

Eliza grinned impishly as she slid her hand into Troy’s. ‘Three goddesses and three obedient playthings. Sounds like a match made in heaven to me. Lead the way, ladies.’

Korra and Kate gave a united squeal of delight as they scampered from the room, heading for the stairs.

As they left, Autumn finally managed to release Manuel’s cock from his trousers. The orgasmic groan as she sank down onto him hung thick in the air for a moment, and then she was panting and moaning and begging for more as she rode him with manic energy, her crazed cries following the six deviants as they made their way through Fantasy Manor’s hedonistic halls…

Throughout the rest of the week, Fantasy Manor became a hive of vice and sin. Surrounded be an unlimited array of potential pleasures, the group of transformed friends indulged every fantasy they had ever craved along with plenty of new ones too.

At the heart of the shameless sexfest, Lena and Demi were an unwavering presence eager to encourage their friends to succumb to the lust within. As always, they worked as a team in to keep everybody horny and fucking, with Lena urging the more submissive members of the group to serve and satisfy while Demi compelled the tops and Dominants to use their lovers hard and deep and rough.

Existing as the angel and devil on every shoulder, this dual approach even extended to those who came to them with concerns. In the first few days the couple would be visited occasionally by an uncertain friend still struggling to let go of their old life, their thoughts confused as they wrestled with conflicting emotions. With a supportive smile Lena would sit and comfort them, her quiet words a balm to their distress; then, their doubts settled, Demi would throw both them and Lena onto the bed before transforming into their visitor’s dream lover and treating them to a long session of mindless ecstasy.

Soon enough, each and every guest gleefully accepted the gifts of Fantasy Manor.

For Jessa, the greatest gift wasn’t actually her new body, but the fact that she had finally found a man who truly adored her. In hindsight, she realised she had been blind not to see Luke’s affection for her, but as Lucas he was more than willing to make up for lost time. Every morning she would awake with his head between her thighs worshipping her wet pussy, and from there they would inevitably spiral into primal lust. Before long Lucas came to wear the nail marks she left down his back as a badge of honour, and although they maintained their tradition of a morning yoga session, it was rare for them to last more than a few minutes before Lucas was tearing off Jessa’s tight spandex sportswear and driving her to the mat with his thick cock buried in one of her tight, eager holes.

While some of their friends opted to remain in the same bodies all week, Jasmine, Jason and Christiana rarely stuck with the same bodies for more than a few hours. For them, the prospect of exploring new desires with each fresh transformation was far too tempting to pass up. Even so, despite their regular body-shifting their roles always remained the same, with Jasmine and Jason as the fiendish couple and Christiana their fresh-faced plaything, forever keen to learn from her more experienced lovers. Wherever they went, the trio could usually be found in a similar position: Jason’s cock buried in Christiana’s tight slit while Jasmine encouraged her, promising the younger woman a new body if she did as she was told. Only when the couple had reduced her to a babbling wreck would Jason move on to fuck Jasmine herself, the two of them laughing as Christiana watched on longingly. And though her life as their slut filled Christiana with delight, when Jasmine and Jason stole some time just for themselves the needy nympho could be heard screaming Korra’s name as her former crush pounded her eager holes.

Even though they’d been equally mischievous prior to their transformations, Ella and Mason channelled that naughtiness in very different ways as the week wore on. Day by day Ella seemed to sink deeper into subservience, gradually assuming the role of Mason’s needy cumdump with her ass and mouth permanently at his disposal. Often too cockdumb to think for herself, she rarely had enough mental capacity to even consider shifting bodies, and so the only time she ever donned a new transformation was when her lover ordered her to do so. As for Mason, he became just as addicted to fucking Ella senseless as she was to serving him. Unlike her, however, he did switch bodies – a lot. Readily shifting from male to female to trans and back, he was always looking for new bodies in which to fuck her. What was more, the desire to bed as many members of the group as possible had persisted into his new life, and every time he used his new sex kitten he made sure to invite voyeurs, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to resist getting involved and presenting him with the opportunity to add them to the notches on his bedpost too.

While Ella was too brainless to resist when Mason ordered her to transform, Alex actively encouraged Cherie to pick out new bodies for him to try. Though neither deviant would ever have imagined they might make such a lustful pair in their former lives, they rapidly became some of the most insatiable members of the group capable of outlasting even Lena and Demi once their passion took hold. When he wasn’t balls deep in Cherie’s holes Alex could often be found lounging in the gardens, where he was often visited by any slut who craved an outdoor pounding. Failing that, he would be by Mason’s side either hammering Ella until she screamed or donning a female body and letting Mason use her himself, for the manor had made sure that Alex and Mason were just as willing to play together as Ally and Maisie before them. In his absence, Cherie was never left wanting, and though she did not change bodies once throughout the week she was always in high demand, whether from hung hunks in search of an experienced woman or sapphic nymphos hungry for pussy.

With no inhibitions to hold her back, Anya quickly became a loose cannon. Whenever she found herself alone she would stalk the hallways ready to pounce on anybody who came too close, and once she had her prey in her clutches there was no escape until she had drained them of every last ounce of pleasure. Far too horny to be limited to a single body, she cycled through forms the fastest of any guest, though she always maintained a similar physique: slim, nubile, and bendy enough to make contortionists jealous. Of course, Christian and Jean were always on hand to tag team her greedy holes, but when they weren’t ravaging their favourite slut they roamed the manor as a duo, constantly ready to be summoned whenever any of their friends needed a few extra cocks in the mix.

With a little magical help from their hosts, Korra and Kate soon refurbished the cabin where they had been transformed into their very own house of hedonism. By day, this served as a quieter retreat from the overwhelming orgasmia of the main manor – a place to relax and indulge in slower, more sensual passion. Yet by night, the two trans sluts hosted obscenely carnal orgies that quickly became the addiction of their friends. House rules stated that upon arrival any guest had to pick a figurine from the display before allowing everybody else to watch their transformation and – since the display was entirely composed of female figurines – the nights would swiftly degenerate into a frenzy of sapphic corruption, with cis and trans women of all kinds fucking endlessly until they collapsed in a heap of tits, pussies and twitching she-cocks.

Once they realised who their new lover really was, both Alexis and Mickey fell even deeper in love than they had been before. Unlike many of their friends they remained exclusive for the duration of the week, only ever attending group fuckfests to watch and make love in the corner while the others lost their minds with arousal. Even Mason could not tempt them into promiscuity – though not for lack of trying. Utterly devoted to one another, they had no interest in shifting bodies, opting instead for just occasional minor physical changes requested from the reality-warpers of the group. For them, no pleasure could be more special than the thrill of making love over and over in the same bodies the manor had originally provided. After all, while everybody else was busy trying new forms, Alexis and Mickey were able to explore one another in far greater detail, searching for the secret turn-ons, unexpected sensitive spots and hidden desires that allowed them to reach a level of euphoria which remained out of reach for so many of their friends.

Although Max and Dylan were just as dedicated to one another, they were far from exclusive. From time to time, Jessa and Lucas would visit them in male form, and together they and Max would subject Dylan to an endless cycle of throbbing cocks plunging into his eager holes until he was drooling, cockdumb and gushing their load. With Jessa at his side (or rather Jack, as she preferred to be called in her male form) Max knew this was where they were supposed to be. Although in his old life he had lamented their breakup, now he could see that they had each found the perfect lover for them, and though he would watch them leave knowing Lucas would soon be fucking Jessa’s tight cunt, the promise of Dylan’s even tighter ass always bought him marching back into the bedroom ready to give his bottom boy another rough pounding. Better yet, since Dylan was always willing to be transformed into any body his black bull desired, any fantasy Max could dream up for Dylan – whether an innocent first-timer in need of being shown the ropes, or an insatiable rubber boy deserving a good railing – was only ever an outfit away.

Forever at Manuel’s command, Autumn was incessantly horny and desperate to be used no matter how degradingly she was treated by her man. Manuel, of course, was equally as insatiable to fuck out the few brains Autumn had left, and he regularly shifted bodies in order to break her in with a new cock each and every time. Keen to objectify her in all the ways she had objectified so many other women in her past life, Manuel never allowed Autumn to wear anything more concealing than the skimpy golden bikini they had first fucked in, though often she wasn’t permitted to wear anything at all, forced instead to follow him around the manor entirely nude. But Manuel wasn’t selfish in his domination; Aaron had upset so many members of the group over the years that fucking Autumn into brainless oblivion soon became a kind of therapy. Always happy to let his corrupted friends take out their frustrations on Autumn’s vulnerable holes, Manuel was often joined by naughty accomplices just as eager to ruin the needy nympho as he was.

Given that Nyxi was a shameless hedonist before her transformation, it came as a surprise to nobody that she gleefully threw herself into a life of sex and sin. What did come as a surprise, however, was the fact that she did not change bodies once throughout the entire week. The reason why was simple: Nyxi adored her new body. In her mind, the manor had hit it out of the park with her first transformation and no new body imaginable could possibly hold a candle the vessel of wicked horniness Fantasy Manor had initially granted her. An amoral force of nature, she was even exempted from the house rules of Korra and Kate’s orgies, for everybody knew that whenever Nyxi was present a wild night would be had by all. And of course, wherever Nyxi went, so too did her favourite pet; increasingly influenced by Nyxi’s boundless lust, Saphira gradually blossomed into an equally fiendish slut. The only time Nyxi ever subbed for anybody was when she was visited by Max and Dylan, to whom she would offer her holes while Saphira was strapped to a sybian, a vibrator against her chastity cage and forced to watch as they fucked Nyxi’s brains to mush. Even so, when they retired to their room and it was just the two of them, Saphira knew her place: kneeling at Nyxi’s feet, following orders, and worshipping the trans bombshell she was lucky enough to call her Mistress.

While many members of the group earned a reputation, few reached Eliza’s level of infamy. By the end of the week she had become a near-mythical entity – a corruptive goddess who commanded everybody’s utmost respect. Even the other reality-warpers were in awe of her, and there was little wonder why. To step into Eliza’s chambers was to offer yourself to her absolutely. Exploiting the power the manor had granted her, she would transform any guest into whatever form she craved at that moment, before also transforming herself to fulfil their fantasies too. Yet with each new transition the desires of both parties shifted, prompting her to repeat the process again and again, dragging them both down into an endless spiral of lust. When she was finally finished her guests may have cycled through dozens of bodies, and they would leave knowing they had experienced the touch of a true goddess. As for Troy, he did indeed take Demi’s warning to heart. Rather than resist his new life, he devoted himself completely to Eliza’s satisfaction, allowing her to mould him into her perfect lover. In the end, he came to realise that serving her was in fact a gift all of its own: imbued with infinite stamina, he was the only one capable of matching Eliza’s limitless libido, and after she had her fun with her puppets he was always ready to continue where they left off.

After overcoming the initial shock of Sean’s hidden feelings, Emily was eager to make up for the years she had wasted in their former life while also helping mould her new lover into a truly insatiable slut. Fortunately, as Sabrina the nerves that had held Sean back for so long quickly dissolved, and the lesbian lovers were so busy indulging the cravings of their new bodies they rarely left their rooms. Even so, they were more than willing to accept the company of any other lustful ladies who wished to join them in their boudoir. While Korra and Kate’s orgies offered mindless debauchery, any gathering hosted by Emily and Sabrina was much more gentle. At Emily’s word, Sabrina would welcome every guest with a slow, sensual pussy-licking while her partner watched on with a smile; unsurprisingly, Lena and Demi were regular visitors. The couple changed bodies only a handful of times, though they quickly realised that nothing could match the pleasures of their original transformations and soon enough they opted to give up on any additional transformations entirely.

For Sofi, life suddenly seemed so much brighter. With Jay by her side she finally felt as though she had somewhere to belong – that place being skewered on the end of his perfect cock. Like Ayna, they both became something of a rogue element within the group, forever searching for their next erotic exploit. By the end of the week, everybody knew that at any moment Sofi and Jay might walk through the door and join in with whatever depravity they found, whether that was Ella being hammered by half a dozen cocks, or Cherie and Alex making passionate love in the gardens. What was more, they gleefully maintained the free use arrangement they had agreed on, and over time their habit of taking one another in the nearest available space developed into a goal of fucking in every room in the manor – a goal which they easily achieved several times over before the week was out.

Anna, Angelo and Vinna were simultaneously completely inseparable and also rarely found together. Each day they would go their separate ways, seeking out new bodies and lovers to spend their time avidly fucking. During this debauchery Angelo and Vinna very often shifted bodies multiple times over, happily changing from male to female and back again whenever the whim took them. Anna, on the other hand, rarely changed bodies – though that was not for lack of interest. In fact, she would gladly have explored every feminine body Fantasy Manor had on offer if not for the fact that her original transformation was simply in too much demand. Her stunning beauty paired with her ability to mould reality – and therefore her friends – however she pleased ensured a constant stream of lovers begging to fuck and be fucked by her. As such, while Angelo and Vinna pursued pleasures of their own, Anna was invariably lavished by the attention of hung bulls who bowed to her every desire, her magic corrupting their bodies and minds. Despite their disparate sexual adventures, every evening the throuple would return to their rooms and fill the halls with their wails of ecstasy. Once behind those doors, no force in heaven or earth could separate them. And woe betide anybody who tried to interrupt, for Anna was more than willing to use her powers to transform interlopers into brainless silicone-stuffed bimbos, who she would send out into the corridors to be claimed by anybody they happened to stumble across.

Just because Lena and Demi were a team, that didn’t mean they always came as a package. In fact, though they reunited by night like Anna and her lovers, by day they were as exploratory as Anya. Without Lena’s sweet innocence to reel her in, Demi soon developed a fiendish hobby of picking out a new lover each day and methodically corrupting them asset by erotic asset. Once she had lured in her prey she would take them somewhere quiet and secluded – somewhere nobody would interrupt them – then, exploiting her fearsome power she would slowly transform them into her plaything for the day. Sometimes she would take hours working on them, subjecting her victim to what felt like an eternity of erotic torture as their body morphed to her will. By the time she was finished, her victims would be desperate and drooling, half out of their mind with pleasure, but that would only be the beginning. From there she would unleash all her lust upon them, fucking them in mind, body and soul until they had nothing left to give. Yet despite her wicked control, the only thing her corrupted lovers ever begged for was more.

If Demi was the demon of Fantasy Manor, then Lena was undoubtedly it’s angel. While her partner was busy warping their guests into devilish things, anybody who fell into Lena’s arms was treated with nothing but compassion. Though entirely submissive in Demi’s presence, when left to her own devices Lena was just as willing to take charge as she was to let her lover guide their passion. As a result of this flexibility she had a constant stream of visitors keen to spend time making sensual love to the woman who had bought them all here in the first place. Often her chambers looked more like those of a Roman emperor than anything else: full of beautiful naked women lounging across the furniture just waiting to serve their goddess. To summon them all she had to do was spread her legs and her acolytes would scramble to worship her, knowing she would reward them for the service with the same soft, amorous attention.

When the week drew to a close, it simultaneously seemed as if it had lasted forever and yet no time at all. The night before they were due to leave, Lena and Demi summoned their friends to the same room they’d gathered in on their first night. If it weren’t for the fact that several members of the group were in completely different bodies, it was almost possible to believe no time had passed at all, because as if on instinct their friends all assumed the same spots they had just under a week earlier.

Jessa was once again sat in Lucas’ lap, both naked from the waist up with her bulbous tits pressing against his bare chest. Together they were deep in conversation with Cherie and Alex, though the latter was currently in the body of a beautiful woman as buxom and blonde as his partner, with both women wrapped in figure-hugging cocktail dresses that had several people in the room drooling.

Nyxi had gone all out in humiliating Saphira tonight, so while Nyxi herself was dressed in a gleaming latex catsuit, Saphira was on a leash with a bone-shaped gag between her teeth, tiny cage around her cock and puppy tail plug in her ass. Anna, Angelo and Vinna – the latter two in entirely different bodies than the first meeting – had happily taken up Nyxi’s offer to write degrading slurs across Saphira’s exposed skin in bright red lipstick, and based on the gagged sub’s persistent whines Lena suspected Anna was using her power to gradually increase the size of Saphira’s plug.

As queenly as ever, Eliza wore both a different body and an outfit of leather straps – none of which concealed any of her modesty – and surveyed the room with a regal gaze. She no longer had to hold Troy in place, instead he stood comfortably at her side, his hand resting on her shoulder in an affectionate manner that would have been unthinkable only a week ago. At Eliza’s feet, Korra and Kate – both in new bodies – were wearing nothing at all and were taking it in turns to obediently lap at the folds of Eliza’s exposed sex, their she-cocks so hard they were flush against their stomachs and the base of their own plugs twinkling from their raised asses.

Once again, Manuel, Max and their subs might as well have been reflections of one another. Both Dominants were dressed more casually tonight, having opted for jeans and t-shirts rather than pressed suits, but their subs were just as exposed as before. A puppy mask hid Dylan’s face from view and his jockstrap – more or less the only thing he had worn all week – was in place, while Autumn squirmed where she sat, forced to bite back her moans as Manuel fiddled with the remote control for the wireless vibrating Ben Wa balls nestled in her saturated pussy.

On the same pouffe as before, Anya, Christian and Jean were once again far too distracted by one another to notice anybody else. All in new bodies and dressed to impress, the men were groping Anya with increasing ferocity, each using a powerful hand to pin her arms behind her back in order to prevent her returning the favour. Her moans muffled by their incessant kisses, Anya looked to be in a state of bliss, her body writhing with pleasure as they played with her nubile body.

The rest of the group was arranged behind the furniture, once again chatting amicably amongst themselves. Sofi and Jay were both in new bodies, though along with Emily and Sabrina they all wore the same fitted silk pyjamas as they had before; Alexis and Mickey were whispering between one another, rubbing one another’s crotches as they did so; and as for the final five, Jasmine, Jason and Christiana – each of whom had donned a new body during the time they’d been waiting for the others arrive – were watching on as Ella knelt at Mason’s feet and shamelessly sucked his cock in front of everybody. The trio bit their lips as the mindless slut’s head bobbed up and down, all while Mason made polite conversation as if being balls deep in his obedient sub’s throat was the most normal thing in the world.

Despite the horny atmosphere, Lena and Demi could both sense unspoken questions on the air. With their time at Fantasy Manor almost over, everybody was wondering the same thing: what next?

‘Thank you everybody for joining us,’ Lena said, the group falling silent save for the rhythmic slurp of Ella’s continuing blowjob. ‘With tonight being our last night at Fantasy Manor, we each have an important decision to make. I’m sure you will be delighted to hear that the transformations you have experienced this week are not limited to the grounds of the manor. If you wish to do so, the manor will allow you to take one body with you when you leave, which you can do in one of two ways: either you leave in your chosen persona, or you pack the item that transformed you.’

‘Exactly,’ Demi went on. ‘If you choose the first option, that persona will become your new reality once you leave. If you choose the second, then you will leave as yourselves, though you will be able to assume the transformed persona at any time you like afterwards.’

‘And what if we choose neither?’ Eliza was calm and collected as she spoke despite the fact that her two trans lovers were still dutifully eating her out.

Demi shrugged. ‘Then this all becomes a faded memory. Something hazy and distant, only recalled briefly in dreams that dissolve the moment you awake. But you’ll still yearn for what you had here,’ she added, her face serious. ‘The magic of the manor will never truly leave you, so though you’ll forget about this place and everything you did on these grounds, you’ll always long for all the pleasures you could have had if you had accepted the manor’s offer, even if you don’t remember why.’

The atmosphere in the room was now a blend of excitement and trepidation. For some, the prospect of leaving the manor in their new bodies was a dream come true, while for others there were careful considerations that would have to be made before deciding one way or the other.

Fortunately, Lena and Demi knew exactly how to support them.

‘Although this is an important choice, me and Lena thought it might help you to know that others have made it before us. Other hosts have presented this decision to other friends in other places. But the common theme that connects them all is that they deserved the gifts they had been granted.’

‘Exactly,’ Lena agreed. ‘I realise now that I didn’t find Fantasy Manor – the manor chose us, even if we didn’t realise it at first. And there are others like us out there who were chosen too. So, since we expected some of you might be nervous about making your decisions, me and Demi decided to reach out to a few of those who have made the choice before us.’

A week earlier, the space above the mantelpiece had been occupied by a large wooden decoration. Soon that had been magically switched out for a broad plasma TV, which usually played an endless stream of porn for the enjoyment of the guests. Now Lena and Demi snapped their fingers and the screen was filled by several surprisingly familiar faces.

Phoenix, infamous owner of Club Fantasy, was sat in a high-backed armchair that might as well have been a throne. Beside her, an identical seat was occupied by Jesse Klein, co-owner of the club and – if rumours were to be believed – a truly unforgettable hookup. Flanking the pair of stunning blondes were four other figures, with Grant and Chanel Foster next to Jesse while Brandi Lynch and her unmistakable co-author Diamond stood over Phoenix.

‘Hello,’ the small gathering said as one.

Phoenix’s sultry smile sent tingles through every viewer. ‘As I’m sure you are all aware, Fantasy Manor is a very special place, but it is not alone. There are other places like it, and everybody you see here has had to make the same decision you are now faced with.’

‘The choice is yours alone,’ Jesse went on, ‘but if you do choose to accept the gifts of the manor, you will always have a place in our family of deviants.’

Brandi nodded earnestly. ‘Absolutely. In fact, from what we’ve heard, all of you would fit right in. For instance, me and my good friend Diamond here are in the early stages of developing an erotica publishing label, and we would be delighted to have Eliza join our ranks as our very first contracted author.’

For once, Eliza’s composure faltered as her jaw dropped. Before she could react, however, Diamond pressed on. ‘We’ve also heard that Anna has an equally wicked imagination. While you may not be a writer, your creativity would be in high demand at Limitless: Kirk and Alexander are always searching for fresh visionaries to direct scenes for their studio, so you would be most welcome there. And as we’re sure you know, Limitless is a very… intimate workplace,’ she added with a wink.

‘Of course, that isn’t to say Anna is the only one welcome at Limitless,’ Chanel continued. Her incredible body was pressed against her husband’s broad frame in a way that implied she was barely suppressing the urge to get much more intimate. ‘Our boys would be delighted to accept anybody who wishes to join their studio. Even so, they have asked us to extend specific invitations to Anya, Korra, Kate, Nyxi and Saphira. Their Trans Whores series has gone from strength to strength since it was launched, so fresh faces or constantly in demand, while from what we’ve heard Anya would give even the likes of our infamous Veruca a run for her money.’

It was now Grant’s turn to chime in. ‘For my part, I would like to extend an offer of partnership to Max and Dylan in particular. No doubt you are all aware that me and my wife own a small empire of clubs, though thus far we have always catered to primarily heterosexual customers. However, plans are in place for our very first gay club, and there is a position on the staff for both of you if you wish to accept it.’

‘So you see, the gifts of Fantasy Manor can open many doors,’ Phoenix said. ‘It would be our pleasure to welcome you into our Fantasy Family, and we would like to leave you in no doubt that you have our full support in whatever decisions you make.’

Casting the group a warm smile, Jesse signed off the pre-recorded message. ‘We know you will all make the right choice for yourselves. We look forward to meeting you soon.’

When the video ended, silence reigned for a few long seconds. Then, all at once, the whole room was abuzz.

‘They want me as a director?’ Anna gushed, surprise and delight warring across her pretty features.

Eliza nodded earnestly. ‘Well if I was running a porn studio I know I would! You have to promise to let me write some scripts for you, okay?’

‘And please say you’ll direct our first Trans Whores scene for the four of us,’ Nyxi said before descending into excited chatter with Korra about all the filthy things they could do to their subs on-camera.

Emily was equally enthused about what options she and Sabrina might now be able to explore. ‘Maybe we could convince the Foster brothers to sign us too, babe – after all, the manor already made me a pornstar, and you could co-star with me! Or if Grant is offering jobs at his clubs, maybe we could look into that.’

‘If you do, I’d be happy to loan you Autumn from time to time,’ Manuel chipped in. ‘On the condition that you promise to only whore her out to the horniest sluts and studs you can find, that is.’

It took Lena and Demi some time to get their friends to settle down, though even once they regained the group’s attention there was nothing they could do to silence the persisting excited whispers.

‘Clearly we all have a lot to consider, and though we know you have all come to enjoy the freedoms offered by the manor’s magic, this is a decision you must each make for yourselves without any outside influence.’

Demi nodded her agreement. ‘So from now on your minds will be completely your own until you make your choice. Well, for most of you that is; only those that deserve the choice are allowed to make it,’ she said, pursing her lips as she cast a disapproving glance in Autumn’s direction.

As one, Lena and Demi lifted their hands and snapped their fingers. Just as it had a week earlier, the air shivered as the group’s magical personas faded away leaving the minds of their friends untouched by the manor’s influence. Even the two hosts felt their magic leave them, the manor’s power suddenly absent from their souls.

Even so, the reaction was far different to the last time. Aside from a little nervous shuffling, everybody seemed entirely at ease in their new bodies even without their lustful alter egos.

‘Have a good night everybody,’ Liam smiled.

‘We will see you in the morning,’ Dominic added.

Although most of the group filtered out, Elliott and Maisie remained behind. Despite having his own mind back, Elliott hadn’t broken his pace for even a second, and as Liam and Dominic approached they noticed that the trans maid’s eyes were rolled up to the whites as Elliott continued to gorge himself on his friend’s throbbing cock.

Clearly at least two members of the group had already made their decision.

Bidding the deviants goodnight, Liam and Dominic made their way slowly through Fantasy Manor’s halls back to their shared room. For a while they walked in silence, savouring the quiet that had fallen over the place – after a week of endless orgasmic cries filling the air, it was strange being surrounded by such calm. Glancing over, Liam found that when he looked at Dominic’s sultry body – his plump tits and plumper ass combined into soft, enticing curves – the memory of what his friend had looked like when they first arrived was already fading.

‘What are you thinking?’ Dominic asked eventually.

Liam sighed, struggling to put his feelings into words. ‘I’m not really sure. I wouldn’t change anything about this week, not a single second. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But the thing is, I feel like I need to repay that gift. The manor could have chosen so many others, but it chose us. Surely we should be showing our gratitude somehow, right?’

Dominic’s smile was almost conspiratorial. ‘You’re adorable, you know that?’

‘What? Why?’

‘You only listened to the message Phoenix and her friends sent for the whole group, didn’t you?’

Liam frowned. ‘Of course. There was only one.’

Dominic shook his head. ‘No. There were two. The other was just for us from Phoenix and Jesse alone.’

Without knowing why, Liam realised his heart was beating faster.

‘They want us to work at Club Fantasy,’ Dominic grinned. ‘Not just work there – they want us to join them as co-owners.’

Liam’s jaw dropped. ‘Are you serious? But why?’

‘Because the club is like the manor. It has the power to transform its guests just like this place does, and it wants nothing more than to show those who deserve it a new life beyond their wildest imaginations. The thing is, sometimes those people need a little support to achieve their true potential. We’ve already seen that this week; our friends have come to us when they needed our advice, and together me and you have helped them accept the manor’s gifts. We’ve all had each other. But what about people who don’t have that? People who deserve this life but might struggle to accept it? That’s why Phoenix and Jesse want us. To do what we’ve been doing for years: help people. And, of course, sow a little mischief along the way.’

Liam had been so lost in Dominic’s words he hadn’t realised that they had arrived outside their room. Now though, he shoved his friend through the door and inside, groping and kissing passionately as he drove them both straight into the bedroom. Only when they collapsed onto the bedsheets did he pull back for breath.

As he regained his bearings he found he’d pinned Dominic’s wrists to the covers, his friend’s long black hair splayed out in a wavy halo around his beautiful face.

‘Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?’ he panted.

‘Because I figured you might react like this,’ Dominic admitted, glancing down at Liam’s heaving tits with an impish gleam in his eye. ‘And I wanted to make sure I had you all to myself when you did.’

Liam tightened his grip. ‘Well, it looks like your plan backfired. Because it seems like I am the one has you all to myself.’

‘Is that so?’

Despite Liam’s firm grasp, Dominic reversed their positions in the blink of an eye. One heartbeat Liam was looming over his lover’s nubile figure, the next he was on his back with Dominic straddling his waist, pinning him down. Before Liam had even processed what had happened he felt a familiar tightness around his wrists; looking up he spotted the thick black bed restraints they had used so often in the last week once again buckled in place. It was the work of a moment for Dominic to do the same to his ankles, leaving Liam at his mercy.

‘I thought you would have learned by now that underestimating me comes with dire consequences. Maybe you need reminding what happens to little sluts who disrespect their Domme.’

Immediately before calling the group together, the two of them had taken one last swim in the pool. As such, they were only wearing skimpy bikinis tied in place by delicate bows, enabling Dominic to strip Liam naked without undoing a single restraint.

‘Dominic, wait, I–’

But Liam’s lover had already cut in. ‘Dominic? I’m afraid Dominic isn’t here anymore. I’m Demi, babe, and I always will be. I’ve made my decision. And I think you have too. Isn’t that right, Lena?’

In that moment, Liam let the woman he truly wanted to be back in. Like a torrent through open floodgates, Lena filled his soul and the familiar bliss of submission sent arousal swirling through his insides.

And as Demi settled down between her legs, hands hot on Lena’s thighs as she moved in closer ready to eat out her restrained sub until she screamed, two perfect words rose on Lena’s lips: ‘Yes Mistress…’

Stood outside Fantasy Manor, Lena had the strange feeling that she was leaving home. Then again, knowing what awaited her in the outside world it was difficult to feel upset.

Some of the group had already left. Cherie and Eloise had been so eager to get going they had only had chance to share a quick goodbye before they hit the road with their lovers in tow. The reason for their urgency was simple: Brandi and Diamond had laid on a private jet from the nearest airport that would whisk them away to meet the publishing partners in order to finalise their new contracts. Along with agreeing to sign Eloise onto their label, the duo had accepted a proposition from Cherie to add her erotica magazine to their portfolio, with the promise that she would maintain full creative control as well as being able to hire new writers if she so desired. Though Eloise had left as herself, Troy’s dedication to her was now absolute no matter what body she possessed, especially since he knew that she had packed Eliza away to take home and would be bringing her fiendish alter ego out to play very often indeed. As for Ally, on Cherie’s request she had also packed her manor persona rather than leave as Alex, for her new beau had expressed great interest in playing together as both straight and sapphic lovers.

Anya, Chrissy and Jean had likewise taken an early leave. Despite being up all night, for once Anya had burned the midnight oil without taking a single cock, for she had been far too busy devising plans for her sordid new future. Along with accepting the offer to join Limitless, she was also eager to expand the erotic lingerie brand the manor had granted her; already she had several new lines in mind, and she had made a call to fellow Fantasy Family member Kayden, who had agreed to stock Ayna’s products in her sex shops. Recognising a good gig when he saw one, Jean leapt at the chance to remain as Ayna’s bodyguard-cum-lover, although Chrissy had opted to pack Christian away to leave as herself. The decision hadn’t been easy, but in the end she had decided that she wanted to join Grant Foster’s staff of female dancers while still keeping Christian aside for when the urge to fuck with a real cock overtook her. Fortunately for her, no sooner had she made her decision than she had found a sachet of Fantasy Manor coffee on her bedside table – a sachet which Lena and Demi assured her would never run out, no matter how many times she used it.

Now, with the various cars clustered on the driveway almost ready to depart, the rest of the group were making their own goodbyes.

‘We’re so happy for you,’ Lena beamed as she wrapped Emily in a tight hug. Despite being dressed in one of the faded t-shirts and ripped jeans that she had arrived in as Emma, the buxom brunette was as beautiful as Lena had ever seen her.

‘And relieved too,’ Demi laughed as she embraced Sean. ‘I didn’t think you two would ever bite the bullet and get together.’

‘That makes two of us,’ Sean said a little bashfully. ‘I never dreamed things would turn out this way either, but now I’m not just leaving with the girl of my dreams, she’s also asked me to leave as myself so we can explore the relationship we’ve missed until now while packing Sabrina away to continue what we’ve experienced here – in between Limitless shoots, of course,’ he added, eyes bright with excitement. ‘I still can’t quite believe it.’

‘I guess the manor knocked some sense into us,’ Emily said.

‘It took bloody long enough!’

The four of them turned to see Nyxi grinning impishly as she approached with her roadtrip partners in tow. She was holding hands with Saphira, while Korra and Kate followed them on one side as Mason and Ella stood to the other. The women were chattering animatedly, and with good reason: not only had Cherie agreed to publish erotic comics drawn by Saphira in her magazine, but the two trans couples had also gleefully accepted the offer to join Limitless as their newest trans models, and they had spent all morning gossiping about how eager they were to star alongside the studio’s most infamous Trans Whores slut, Natalie.

Ella, on the other hand, had turned down her offer. Lena knew that for Ella the decision had been incredibly easy: thanks to the new life the manor had granted Mason, the divorced businessman had savings to spare, and all of these he intended to put to good use by buying shares in the Fantasy Family’s many companies, from Kayden’s sex shops to Club Fantasy itself. With investments that couldn’t fail, he would be able to fund a lavish lifestyle without lifting a finger – which also meant he could spend each and every day constantly pounding his new trans girlfriend. Unsurprisingly, Ella had been unable to resist such a proposition.

‘Well, neither of us can argue with you there,’ Emily laughed, pulling Nyxi into a hug.

While they made their goodbyes, Lena couldn’t help but notice that the small group kept glancing at one another, their lips twitching with sordid smirks. All save Ella, that was, who seemed utterly oblivious to their conspiratorial expressions.

It was only when the rest had headed to the car that she found out why.

‘Mason hasn’t told her yet, but we’re taking a bit of a detour,’ Nyxi said, hanging back. ‘Apparently he noticed a dirt track branching off the main road when we arrived, and he’s going to pull off down there so we can all fuck her brains out before we properly get on the road – even Saphira will be allowed to top her. Once we’re finished, he’s said we’re leaving her clothes here and she’ll have to spend the whole drive home totally naked. If I were you I wouldn’t bother calling her until we’re back, because her mouth will be full of far too much cock to answer.’

With that she scampered away, depraved excitement written over her pretty face.

‘Is it bad that I kind of want to see that?’ Angelo said as he, Anna and Vinna appeared next to Lena.

While Angelo stared after Nyxi, his lover and his girlfriend were both in deep conversation. While Anna had been beside herself at the prospect of directing for Limitless, it seemed that she was already taking a collaborative approach given that all morning she and Vinna had been discussing ideas for what her first scene could look like. Of course, Angelo and Vinna themselves were more than happy to help her kick off her directorial career as the models of her debut scene, though they had declined the offer of being signed as Limitless exclusive models in favour of spending their nights streaming their passion via their own online accounts.

All at once Lena found herself hemmed in when Jasmine, Jason and Christiana appeared on her other side.

‘I hope not, because I’m in the same boat.’ Jasmine’s huge tits jiggled as she laughed. She had elected to leave in the first body the manor had given her, although she had struck a quiet deal with Lena and Demi, who had permitted her to pack one of her other favourite bodies in return for allowing them to conduct a little magical manipulation on her.

After learning of the dating app Jasmine, Jason and Christiana had met on in their manor personas – the one that matched people based on their sexual fantasies – Lena and Demi had worked their magic to tweak Jasmine’s reality in particular. Now she wasn’t just a customer, she was the owner, and together Jasmine and Lena had plans to roll the app out themselves. Already Lena had a host of ideas of how they could use the app to sow more mischief on the manor’s behalf, so allowing Jasmine leeway in what bodies she took home had been a small price to pay.

That leeway didn’t just apply to her though. Jasmine had only accepted their terms on the condition they let her take one of Christiana’s favourite bodies home too. Notably, Christiana herself didn’t know about this yet. The young woman had settled on the form of a gorgeous brunette and intended to sign on as a dancer for Grant Foster. Unsurprisingly, Jasmine and Jason had already pledged to watch every single performance she made – and, of course, the horny throuple would head home together afterwards to put their arousal to good use. According to Jasmine, they were planning to keep Christiana’s extra body a secret so they could surprise her with it after her first show.

While Demi helped the six of them finish packing up their car, Lena peeled off to say goodbye to Max and Dylan.

The huge black bull was on the phone as she approached, and though he only broke away briefly to give her a quick hug, it was perhaps the most heartfelt embrace Lena had received all morning.

‘Don’t mind him, he’s talking with Grant,’ Dylan said, giving Lena his own affectionate hug. ‘They’re both really excited about this new club they’re planning.’

‘And what about you? Will you get a say in what this joint venture looks like?’

‘Oh, I’m not interested in all that. Max and Grant will be the ones designing it. Once it opens, that’s when I come in.’ Dylan’s expression grew naughty. ‘I’ll be there to make sure the patrons are kept satisfied, if you catch my drift.’

‘I believe I do. You’ll have to let us know when it opens – I’m sure Phoenix would be willing to let us borrow a few male bodies from Club Fantasy for a night so we can sample your hospitality.’

‘It’s a date,’ Dylan grinned, before allowing Max to lead him away to their car.

Before she could return to Demi, Lena was almost tackled to the ground by Solomon, Janey, Jessie and Luke, who engulfed her in a large group hug. All four romantics had opted to pack their manor personas in their luggage, keen to explore their budding relationships both as their natural selves and as their alter egos too.

‘We’re going to miss you so much,’ Janey said, immediately going in again for an individual hug when the rest pulled away.

‘And we wanted to thank you, too,’ Solomon added. ‘Without you and Demi, this group wouldn’t exist and we’d never have come here at all. Everything that happened here this week, we owe it all to you.’

Jessie nodded earnestly. ‘Yes, absolutely. Thank you so much, Lena.’

Lena had to stifle a smirk as she met Jessie’s gaze. While Solomon and Janey had plans to model for Anya’s lingerie brand – Solomon doing so as Sofi, of course – Jessie and Luke had decided they would rather keep themselves out of the limelight. Nevertheless, Lena had spotted Jessie hurriedly stuffing a pair of men’s boxers into her suitcase when she thought nobody was looking – boxers that had looked suspiciously like the ones that transformed her into her preferred male form, Jack. Given that Jessie had openly admitted to packing Jessa, Lena suspected neither Max nor Dylan had any idea she was smuggling Jack back home too. With that in mind, Lena had decided to let it slide. After all, not only had she and Demi allowed Jasmine to do the same, but the thought of the look on Max and Dylan’s faces when Jessie surprised them was priceless.

After waving the four of them off, Lena turned to find Demi and their final four friends ready to leave.

Alexis and Mickey were making out gently in the back of the car, their bodies pressed up close as they shared an intimate moment. Like Mason, Mickey had decided to invest his new persona’s money, albeit in his case he was planning to solely buy shares in Club Fantasy. Lena suspected most of the money he made off these shares would be spent treating Alexis to a life of luxury, from travelling to exotic places in which they could fuck to gifting her with expensive clothes he could then promptly peel off. Even so, assuming she ever managed to tear herself away from her sensual amour, Alexis had agreed to model for Anya’s lingerie whenever possible.

Outside the car, Manuel was sharing what appeared to be an equally affectionate moment with Autumn, holding her softly in his broad arms.

However, as Lena passed by she heard the gruff lust in his voice as he whispered in her ear.

‘I hope you’re ready,’ he was saying, ‘because me and the Foster brothers have big plans for you. They want to start a channel dedicated to live content, and you and I are going to be the face of it. We’re going to be streaming every night from now on – just think of all those people watching you drool your brains out while I pound your tight holes.’

Autumn moaned quietly. ‘Stop it, Sir… you’re making me wet.’

Of course, Manuel did not stop.

Leaving him to continue his wicked whispers, Lena finally rejoined her lover in the shadow of the manor.

‘I guess this is it,’ she said.

‘I guess this is it,’ Demi agreed.

For a moment the two of them stood there, basking in the presence of the place that had changed their lives forever. Knowing what incredible power filled every inch of the grounds, the idea that just a week ago they had imagined the manor was anything other than an ordinary forest escape seemed absurd. Giving a contented sigh, Lena found herself wondering how many other people had stood on this spot before her and thought the same thing; how many would do so after.

Lost in the moment, it was the warmth of Demi’s hand slipping into hers that eased her back to reality.

During the chaos of packing, whoever had left the manor last had left the front door open.

‘Ready?’ Demi asked, raising her free hand.

Feeling a familiar tingle of power in her fingertips, Lena sensed that the manor was saying its own goodbye. Squeezing Demi’s hand, Lena lifted her arm to mirror her lover.

‘Ready,’ she smiled.

Snapping their fingers one last time, they watched as the door slid softly closed. Then, hand in hand, they strode from shade into sunshine, leaving Fantasy Manor quiet and still as a warm summer breeze rustled delicately through the trees overhead…

And that’s a wrap!

I have to say, when I started planning this series last summer, I genuinely didn’t think I would be able to get it ready in time. My life has changed so much since finishing Fantasy Resort that it seemed kind of impossible to get it done – and it still feels bonkers that I actually managed to finish it all in time.

I’ll openly admit that I do have plans for more stories in this world, though exactly if or when they’ll see the light of day I have no idea. For example, I have tentative plans for another series next summer, but at the same time I’m not going to officially commit to that given that there’s no way for me to know right now if I’ll have time to do it. Working on this series has proved to me I am capable of working my writing around my current responsibilities, but it has also been very stressful at times, so we’ll just have to see how things go.

Right now I need to take a break from longform stories by writing some shorter stuff – which is a good thing too, because I’ll need some for next month! I’m writing this in late June, and almost every story I’ve released from March through to June (aside from my Gaypril stories) was written last year and has been sitting in my backlog waiting to be posted since. Without those I wouldn’t have been able to write this series, because I’ve burned through my entire backlog in order to spend time on Fantasy Manor rather than writing content for imminent release. So as I write this now I have no stories banked for future publication, and therefore I’ll be spending July and possibly August building that bank of stories back up before I even consider work on any future Fantasy Universe stories.

Ultimately I just want to say thank you. Thank you for reading any or all of this series – like the others before it, Fantasy Manor is one of the projects I am most proud of on this blog and I sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed it. I will be back to a normal release schedule of one per week in September, so I shall see you on Friday. Again I want to thank Mara Mischief for allowing me to use her work as the basis for every Fantasy Universe story including these. And I also want to thank Papa Dragon for his work on the Twitter promo images for this series – I’m extremely grateful for his help and I urge you to support him via his Twitter and blog.

And now all that’s left to say is that it has been my genuine pleasure welcoming you to Fantasy Manor. I hope you enjoyed your stay.

Image galleries and associated models (in order of appearance):

Lena Paul & Demi Sutra – https://www.pornhat.com/albums/20068/no-restraint/

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