Models: Charles Dera & Sarah Banks
Even with nobody around the halls of Club Fantasy felt surprisingly welcoming. Spencer couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was about the place but not a single room exhibited the eeriness he had expected when he decided to stretch his legs.
Neither Declan nor Justin had been the least bit surprised when Spencer upped and left. All three of them favoured an active lifestyle – an interest which had led them here in the first place, since they had met Vander through their local boxing club – but Spencer took this to a whole new level. Notoriously incapable of remaining still for any length of time, while his friends would show up to box once or twice per week Spencer slipped on the gloves almost daily. His focus bordered upon fanaticism, a trait which had cost him more than a few relationships. But he just couldn’t help himself – when he was working out he simply felt free.
So when he wandered through an open doorway into a sprawling gym, Spencer couldn’t help but wonder if he had stumbled into heaven.
The space was huge – almost as large as the main dancefloor – and it was kitted out with an impressive variety of equipment. But it wasn’t the exercises bikes or weights that drew Spencer’s attention. It was the boxing area.
With walls of black mesh stretched taut within padded red frames and foam matting lining the floor, it contained a trio of punching bags and a small viewing area consisting of a few metal folding chairs set behind a low grey divider. Off to one side a wireframe bin contained a variety of boxing gloves and the entry gate stood open.
Unable to resist, Spencer stepped inside. Running his hand over the surface of one of the punching bags, his eyes briefly slid back to the door he’d arrived through. ‘A club that has its own gym. I think I’m in love.’
In the middle of the arena sat a battered wooden stool. At some point the seat had split in half and been repaired by a copious amount of duct tape, and though the legs were painted black countless previous users had worn the seat down to its original red paintjob.
It was atop this stool that Spencer found the hand wraps. Left in a bundle on the seat they looked like they’d only just been set down, yet Spencer hadn’t seen another soul during his wanderings and the club wasn’t set to open for another few hours. Lifting them up he ran a thumb over the red material.
‘Nice quality,’ he mused. ‘If I’m careful not to get too pissed tonight, maybe I could come and get a couple hours in before we leave tomorrow.’ As he spoke he wound the wraps idly around his hands, the sensation familiar against his dark skin. As always, the tight embrace of the wraps made him feel at ease. They made him feel good. Good enough that he couldn’t resist taking a couple of quick jabs at the nearest bag.
However, those couple of jabs inevitably became half a dozen. Then a score. Then two. The more blows he struck, the more comfortable the wraps seemed to feel and the deeper Spencer sank into his happy place. Soon enough he was in a trance-like state so complete that when his transformation took effect he didn’t notice a thing.
Unsurprisingly, Spencer was a man of athletic build. Tall and broad, his figure rippled with muscle built up over years of endless exercise. But now that physique began to regress, his frame growing shorter and slimmer with each jab he landed on the bag. The strength in his limbs likewise melted, banks of brawny muscle steadily dwindling until there was hardly any suggestion they were ever there at all. That wasn’t to say his new body was weak. Instead his power lurked just beneath the surface, hidden under flawless skin until he took a swing. Then his biceps would tense, his core would harden, and he would strike just as hard as always.
Those strikes were coming thick and fast now. The intention of simply taking a few jabs had been usurped by the urge to unleash all his energy on the bag, and as his pace increased so did the speed of his transformation.
Body hair fading as his features rearranged, his increasingly feminine grunts drowned out the creaking and grinding as his bones contracted to suit his new pocket rocket physique. Long black hair unfurled from his scalp only to be immediately plastered in place by the sweat twinkling on his flawless black skin. Plump tits stretched his shirt taut; an equally fleshy ass bulged the seat of his jeans; a throbbing pussy replaced his ample cock. No matter the change, Spencer’s mind was so detached from reality that he never responded with anything more than a brief flutter of his elongated lashes.
Throughout it all the wraps remained tight around his wrists. Even when his hands shrank the material constricted to maintain purchase, coiling like pythons around their prey.
But the wraps weren’t the only items of Spencer’s clothing with a mind of their own. Because as his physical transformation began to slow, the corruption shifted to his attire instead. Within seconds the t-shirt bearing the logo of his local gym had wilted back into a black wet-look sports bra. The material squeezed his rack into enticing cleavage, the embrace close enough for his pierced nipples to be visible. Further down his jeans reformed into matching leggings somehow even tighter than his bra, the sultry lines of his legs accentuated by the reflections of the gym’s lights off the shiny material. In fact, the only part of his outfit that didn’t face a major change was his trainers, which simply shrank to fit his smaller feet.
Slowly but surely, Spencer’s mind surfaced from the trance. Or rather, the woman he had become did. For though her senses returned, everything that used to make her Spencer remained submerged, allowing a torrent of new wants and needs and memories to fill in the vacant space.
When Sarah finally dropped her hands she was slick with sweat. Pulse racing, she steadied herself against the bag as her free hand fell absently to the waistband of her leggings.
After a few moments catching her breath, she strode across to the wireframe bin at the edge of the boxing area. As luck would have it, the topmost pair of gloves were her size. Slipping one on she returned to her punching bag.
With her attention distracted as she fiddled with the cuff strap, Sarah only realised she was no longer alone when a low, seductive voice sounded in her ear. ‘Need some help with that?’
Like Spencer before her, Sarah was a woman of simple tastes. And though his love of exercise had persevered through the transformation, she much preferred burning calories in bed than in the boxing ring. As such, when the handsome stranger appeared close behind her she instinctively pressed herself against his broad, powerful chest.
‘Yes please,’ she sighed, biting her lip as she peered around at him. ‘I didn’t know anybody else was here.’
The man reached around to tighten the glove strap. He moved slowly, allowing Sarah to admire his thick biceps, and the motion pulled her forearm against her chest, squeezing her tits into even deeper cleavage. ‘Neither did I. I’m not complaining though. Normally I work out with my friend Harrison, but he’s not here right now, so I could do with a little company.’
‘Lucky for you I’m here then.’
‘Very lucky,’ the man smiled.
‘What’s your name, hot stuff? I’m Sarah.’
The stranger’s smile edged into a smirk, as if he knew something she didn’t. ‘Well right now I’m Charles. But in this place names don’t tend to stay the same for very long.’ Charles chuckled when she frowned. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll learn what I mean soon enough.’ Changing the topic, he nodded to the punching bag still swinging gently on its chain. ‘That was quite a show you put on.’
‘Thanks. But I’m always looking for a few pointers. I don’t suppose you have any advice?’
Charles didn’t bother to mask the wicked intent in his voice. ‘Sure, I’d be happy to drill a tip or two into that pretty head of yours.’
Shifting away, Sarah took a seat on the stool and wiped the sweat from her brow. For the first time she was able to see him properly. Charles was broad and burly, his frame hewn from pure muscle. His hair and beard were short and flecked with grey, yet despite his middle age there was a fiery energy in his eyes that implied the kind of stamina most men could only dream of. Clad in a simple white tee and red shorts, he nonetheless exuded a roguish air that set Sarah’s loins pulsing.
But Sarah wasn’t the only one who liked what she saw.
Circling around behind her, Charles had to fight the urge to drive her to the ground and fuck her senseless. He knew she’d let him do it – she had the Club’s magic running through her and she was clearly desperate to indulge her desires – but he also knew that patience had its benefits. There would be time to rut like wild animals later, and the longer he teased her now the more intense that would be.
But most of all, experience had taught Charles that the first fuck post-transformation was something to be savoured, not squandered. After all, not so long ago he had been corrupted by a very similar magic.
‘First, you need these tighter.’ Hooking his hands under the straps of Sarah’s bra, he pulled them up, squeezing her tits as he did so. ‘The tighter they are, the better your centre of gravity. Means you can swing harder.’ Charles had no idea if that was true, he just said it as a vague excuse to ogle Sarah’s rack. ‘Then there’s your posture. You always want your shoulders up and your back straight to stop you slouching.’ Manipulating her into position as he spoke, he pulled her against his shorts, the ample contents pressing between her shoulder blades. ‘And of course you have to consider your breathing…’
And so he went on, each new false tip allowing him a new way to exacerbate Sarah’s horniness.
Of course, Charles was getting equally turned on. He was still getting used to being in a male body again. For the past few years he’d barely shifted bodies – not since leaving Fantasy Resort as Carolina. In that time he had indulged all his sluttiest desires as an insatiable snow bunny forever eager to ride the cock of her hung black sugar daddy, Harrison, a life which he plunged into so completely that Charles could barely even remember the body he’d had before.
Still, when Harrison suggested they explore some of the other transformations available to them, Carolina had been more than happy to experiment. Fortunately, Club Fantasy was only ever a magic door away, so over the past few months they’d taken great pleasure in sampling a whole host of new bodies.
Excited to reclaim her original title of Harriet, Carolina’s lover had eventually settled on the body of a buxom black dominatrix. Capable of seducing any man or woman she pleased with a single glance, this fresh transformation allowed Harriet to channel all the alpha bitch energy she had given up when she became Harrison in all manner of deliciously depraved ways. In contrast, Carolina had no interest in regaining her old name. Nevertheless, the raw blend of lust and power that infused Charles’s body was intoxicating enough to tempt her out of her snow bunny lifestyle much more often than she’d expected.
Eventually the deviant duo had come to a mutual agreement. When they were back home, they would continue to live the lives Fantasy Resort had gifted them, with Carolina taking Harrison’s big black cock at every opportunity. But whenever they visited Club Fantasy and donned their new bodies they were free to play around. As such, right now Harriet was up in their VIP suite being worshipped by the half dozen playthings she had lured into her clutches last night and not yet released. Meanwhile Charles, having heard from Phoenix that several of the new arrivals were avid sports fans, had been lying in wait knowing the club would lead at least one to the gym.
And now his patience had been rewarded. Experience told Charles that Club Fantasy would always provide a good time to those who wanted it. But even he was impressed by the smoking hot slut it had conjured up for him tonight.
‘What about tension?’ Sarah asked eventually. ‘I carry a lot of tension and I never know how to get rid of it. Here, let me show you.’
Pivoting to face him, Sarah took hold of Charles’s wrists. She guided him slowly to his knees, flipping her hair back to provide an unhindered view of her cleavage before pressing it against his chest once he was kneeling before her. With her legs spread so she could get in close, she moved the hunk’s hands around to her ass.
‘This is where I keep my tension,’ she said, her gaze charged with arousal as she slid his fingers into her leggings. ‘Can you feel it?’
‘I sure can. But don’t worry, I think I know how to sort it out.’
Despite his powerful physique Charles was capable of surprising gentleness. When he started to squeeze Sarah’s plump ass he did so softly, temporarily maintaining the pretence that this was a massage rather than a groping. While her flesh bulged between his fingers he slowly working the rump of her leggings down to expose her tattooed cheeks.
But the façade didn’t last long.
After barely a minute the strength and speed began to increase, and it wasn’t long before Sarah was visibly fighting back her groans. Her lids fluttered when his fingers brushed against her hole and little by little she sagged against his broad chest, though this time there was nothing deliberate about the movement. Her body thrumming with arousal, she simply didn’t have the strength to hold herself upright.
Then, all at once, they were kissing.
The second their lips touched the floodgates were opened. Unrestrained lust roared through them and while Charles continued to manhandle her Sarah’s hands found his face to pull him in harder, her tongue probing his mouth. She clung to him as if she had fallen overboard and he was her raft.
When she eventually came up for air she was breathless, her raven hair a messy veil across her face. ‘Charles… please… I need…’
‘I know what you need, slut.’ Surging to his feet, he dragged Sarah up with him. ‘I think that’s enough foreplay. Time for me to really see what you’re made of.’
Forcing Sarah against the punching bag, Charles allowed lustful rage to pour through him. His muscles throbbed with the need to ravage her body and the primal arousal flaring out from his groin drove him to act on instinct. Seizing her bra, he yanked it up and off before flinging it out of the open gate. Her leggings were torn wide open with a single rip and his own outfit was tugged off with no consideration for the sound of rending stitches.
For a brief second, as he aligned his pulsing cock with the ebony whore’s twinkling cunt, Charles wondered if this was how Harrison had felt the first time he’d prepared to fuck Carolina – if this raw, animalistic thrill of hunger had driven him to take her deep and hard.
Then that hunger consumed him and he was inside her, her wonderful pussy gliding over his shaft.
Though they both opened their mouths when he invaded her, any words were swamped by ecstasy and came out only as shuddering groans. With one knee raised on the stool Sarah leaned forward to let him go deeper. A second later she was rewarded by the euphoria of his head driving against her G-spot. Instinctively reaching out to steady herself she planted a hand against the bag, though Charles’s hold on her ass kept her stable enough that she barely had to support herself at all.
Better yet, it prevented her squirming away once he started to thrust.
‘This is what you need, isn’t it? My dick in your cunt, pounding you until you can’t breathe or speak or think. It’s what you live for.’
‘Yes,’ she gasped. ‘Yes, I need you to use my body. Please, I need the pleasure.’
Twisting her head, Sarah peered back at his grinning face, her brows raised as she rode the waves of pleasure each thrust sent rolling through her body. Until now she had been living in the moment – first boxing, then seducing, then relishing the sensation of a hunk’s hands on her flesh. But now her mind seemed to unfurl. Memories of countless iterations of this experience flooded her consciousness; countless studs tempted into bed; countless gym bros enticed by her holes.
She just couldn’t help herself. When she was fucking she simply felt free.
Charles’s expression was that of a wolf to a cornered fawn. ‘Lucky for you that I’m here then,’ he growled.
Knowing it would be the last rational thing she said for quite some time, Sarah chuckled softly. ‘Very lucky,’ she smiled.
Life as an insatiable slut had taught Sarah two things. First, any time she had a craving for cock, there would always be some shallow stallion eager to provide it. And second, once they did there was no power on earth that could stop her extracting every last ounce of orgasmia from them.
Usually her lovers would tire long before she did, their stamina ebbing away while she continued to ride and rock and roll against their perfect cocks. By the time she was finished with them they were like puppets with their strings cut: sprawled ungainly where she’d dropped them on the bed, mouths hanging open, incapable of articulating a groan let alone a sentence.
Yet Charles was unlike any of the guys she’d fucked before. He didn’t tire the way they did, nor succumb to the fog of lust perfusing his mind. Instead his eyes were bright and alert, his movements deliberate and unyielding, and whenever they shifted positions he invariably fucked her with even more vigour than before until the clap of their colliding flesh ricocheted around the room.
For the first time she could remember, Sarah was the one being pushed to her limits. The endless barrage of pleasure burned so hot through her insides it was a wonder she didn’t glow, and the longer they fucked the more her ebony skin glistened with perspiration as the arousal crept its way right down to her soul.
What began with her kneeling on the stool slowly descended lower as the euphoria sapped the strength from their legs. With her leggings abandoned and one foot raised high in Charles’s strong hand Sarah leaned over the stool, her grip on the edge trembling while she watched her lover ravage her sex in a pounding rhythm. Over time their lust eroded the strength to maintain this position too, at which point Sarah sank onto all fours so Charles could take her doggystyle. Every thrust came with enough force to leave her ass stinging, her pierced tits tugging hard as they swung wildly beneath her in time with his driving hips.
Eventually though even this stance became untenable, at which point Charles reclined on the foam floor. Hefting Sarah onto his chest he raised her legs and skewered her from below, her nubile body folded in half as he used her. Forced to plant her hands beside his shoulders to keep herself upright, Sarah was powerless to stop his increasingly devastating pace – and once he found her G-spot again her world exploded. Her gasps became shrieks, which became howls, which finally crumbled into whimpers once delirium set in.
But that wasn’t to say Sarah let Charles have things all his own way. She wasn’t sure how long he fucked her from below like that, but when his thrusting finally slowed Sarah immediately seized her opportunity. With her faculties returned, she spun around to ride him cowgirl. Barely a few minutes later he was her puppet. For all his impressive stamina his bravado still folded easily to her incomparable riding prowess – all he could do was frown with agonised ecstasy as she worked him into a drooling mess.
Yet Sarah soon learned the perils of underestimating her lover.
‘Is that all you’ve got for me?’ she goaded, running a hand through her hair while she bounced, the other spread flat on his chest. ‘When I asked for advice, I thought you’d help train me to be a better slut. Turns out you’re just like all the other guys.’
Glaring up at her, Charles’s lip curled. ‘You want training, slut? Fine, I’ll show you training.’
The explosive power Charles moved with then left Sarah reeling. Heaving her aside as though weighed nothing at all, he snatched one of her hand wraps from the floor and looped it round the back of her neck. Using this to drag her into position, he rose onto the stool and leaned back so his throbbing cock was pointing directly at her lips.
Then, pulling her down hard, he sheathed himself balls deep in her throat.
For a few seconds shock made Sarah’s eyes bulge. But then they rolled up into her skull and she let out a muffled moan. Eagerly submitting to his control her pussy dripped liquid lust across the floor.
Charles held her there until she began to squirm, then a little longer until her groans turned to gags. Only then did he let the wrap go loose and allow her to pull back. Yet the slack wasn’t enough for her to abandon his cock completely, so when she came up gulping for air she had to do so with the head of his manhood still resting on her tongue.
‘Is this the kind of training you were hoping for?’
Sarah nodded, her eyes fixed on his.
‘Well then, let’s make sure you get your reps in, shall we? After all, a true nympho knows how to satisfy her guy below the belt. Lean back against the wrap.’ Sarah did as she was told, the material between her head and his hands stretching taut. ‘Good girl.’
From there Charles took charge. In total control of the speed, rhythm and depth of her blowjob, he worked out her throat with a devilish grin. Within seconds his shaft was slathered in saliva; in minutes it was dribbling down Sarah’s chin and dripping onto her tits; beyond that time lost all meaning as Sarah simply surrendered to her role as a living fleshlight.
By the time Charles released her and sank back to the floor again, Sarah was an addict to his cock. Her mouth felt wrong without him in it. Following him down she didn’t allow his dick to leave her lips for even a second, and once he was in position she continued to feed on him with an insatiable hunger.
Of course, she made sure the view for Charles was as erotic as possible. Pushing up her ass she bounced it naughtily and was rewarded by several hard spanks that made her cry out around his meat.
Charles’s climax took her off guard. There was no warning. His self-control was apparently so great that his dick didn’t so much as twitch before the floodgates opened; one moment orgasm seemed a distant concept, the next he was cumming. His seed showered her tongue before swirling down her throat. She swallowed it greedily, desperate for any chance to sink deeper into depravity. Still, the initial surprise allowed several thick ribbons to spill out over her lips before she could stop them, their erotic heat coating her chin.
When he finally finished unloading, Sarah pulled away. ‘That was… unexpected.’
Charles grinned. ‘Yeah, sorry about that. I was going to hold off until later, but I just couldn’t resist branding that pretty face before we headed back to my room.’
Sarah raised a brow. ‘Your room?’
‘I’m assuming you don’t have any issue with that.’ His eyes flashed deviously. ‘After all, training is about endurance, right? This was just the warm-up. Don’t you want to experience the full workout?’
‘Well, when you put it like that…’
Sitting up, Charles looked at Sarah. Really looked at her. Being with her felt like winding back the clock – like opening a window in time and looking at himself in the first few hours after he had become Carolina. Back when he hadn’t even been aware of his transformation and simply accepted the new reality Fantasy Resort had crafted for him.
Slowly, a genuine smile spread over his face: Sarah still had all those revelations to come. The chance to see what the club had done to her. The opportunity to realise how perfect her new life truly was. A small part of Charles was jealous, but nonetheless he hoped he was there to see her reaction when the truth was revealed.
But as he continued to look at her his smile grew increasingly wicked. Because there was still a whole night between now and then, and his mind was already spinning with all the deviant things they could do together in the meantime. With any luck Harriet was finally finished with her hookups and would be free to rail Sarah all night long by Charles’s side. If not, well, Charles doubted Sarah would object to a little friendly competition amongst sluts.
Either way, their night was only just beginning.
‘What are you smiling at?’ Sarah asked. As she spoke the gym’s lights twinkled in the beads of cum on her chin.
‘Follow me and I’ll show you,’ Charles replied. Standing up, he strode to the entrance gate and swung it open. ‘And believe me, once I’ve shown you everything, you’ll never be the same again.’
It was the kind of invitation no self-respecting slut could decline. Springing to her feet, Sarah scampered over without a second thought for the discarded sportswear scattered across the floor. Flinging herself into his arms, she allowed him to guide her out of the gym and through Club Fantasy’s quiet halls, caressing his cock as they went…
Thanks for reading!
In the previous chapter I mentioned how liberating it was being able to include stories set outside the club for this series. But that was only one of the perks of setting the series in Club Fantasy, and one of the other huge ones was the chance to bring in returning characters.
Obviously this isn’t the first time existing Fantasy Universe characters have shown up in later stories. Ever since Fantasy Resort there have been references to or even occasional cameos from characters who came before. This is especially prevalent in my Club Fantasy solo stories in which existing members of the Fantasy Family have played core roles in transforming new characters. Then there are a handful of stories that act as direct sequels for specific characters by catching up with them in their new lives after the events of the series they showed up in (Christmas Cutie, Horny Halloween, Scream Queens etc.).
However, Club Fantasy offered the opportunity to bring back older characters in a bigger way. As you can tell, even though this chapter is mainly about Sarah, there’s also plenty of time spent with Charles/Carolina which allowed me to explore his/her experiences and motivations in ways I hadn’t really done for previous characters revisits.
Not only did this allow me to indulge my inner worldbuilder, but it also gave me even more freedom when selecting galleries. As I’ve mentioned before, while the list of female models out there is virtually inexhaustible, the range of male models tends to be significantly narrower. And while most people probably wouldn’t notice if I reused male models within these stories, I certainly would and it would bug me something awful. Ultimately a big part of why I write these stories is to showcase the work of the models therein, and while the main focus is primarily on the female models I still aim to highlight the male models as well. With that in mind, it feels insincere to me to reuse the same men as completely different characters each time they crop up, as I feel I’m implying that their work matters less than that of their female co-stars. Again, I recognise I’m probably the only one who feels this way, but since I’m the one writing these stories I have to make sure I’m comfortable with the work I’m producing. Therefore, by allowing myself to reuse the same characters portrayed by specific models in other stories, I didn’t have to worry about brushing over their previous appearances, nor did I have to reject scenes that included familiar faces. I could simply pick out whichever gallery I thought was hottest for the main model I wanted to showcase, and if it involved a model I’d already included I simply had to plug them into the story instead of starting their character from scratch.
In addition to all this, having the option to throw in characters whose background was already established meant that I didn’t have to come up with as many brand new characters. Which, when you have a cast of 30+ characters to include, is very helpful. Granted, in this case Charles Dera was depicting a transformed version of a returning character, since as far as I’m aware he has never shown up in a previous Fantasy Universe series (though I could be mistaken on that). However, there are several chapters in this series which include full-on returning models. And though I’m proud of all the chapters in this series, those ones were definitely the most fun to write.
Hopefully everybody is enjoying the chance to revisit old locations and characters as much as I did. And remember, the next chapter is out on Wednesday, so be sure to come back then to see what new corruptions are lying in wait for the club’s newest playthings!
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