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Summer Jobs (Various TFs)
🕑 Added 2021-01-29 04:04:57 +0000 UTC(Patron commission ft. patron's recurring OCs. Contains assorted tfs)
Lydia checked the address to make sure she was in the right place, matching it against the building. After confirming it was correct, she went inside, told the cashier she was there about the summer position, and was escorted to a waiting room with a few other people. She raised an eyebrow - was the clothing shop really looking for that many more people?
The superheroine/college student was at least confident it wasn’t a competitive interview; the application had been filled out online, and an interview conducted over the phone, after which they’d told her she was hired and to come to the store on that date. It was a good thing, too. With the semester over, many of her peers were doing just the same as she was, snatching up seasonal positions at any and every possible place of work to work up the cash for the next one. It had been lucky indeed to so quickly find a place that was hiring and had such a non-competitive process.
She settled in to wait for the orientation with what would be her new coworkers, but had barely opened the book she’d brought with her when a door slid open and they were asked by a tall man in a suit to head to the back room with him. Lydia and her three prospective coworkers did as they were told, following to find themselves in what looked to be a storage area.
“Hey, why is the orientation here?” One of her new coworkers, a young man Lydia recognized from one of her classes, asked.
The man in a suit smiled. “Ah, allow me to introduce myself - call me Eric. I’m the manager of this store. No need to introduce yourselves; I read your applications personally. Just making sure, none of you have any critical tasks for the duration of the summer, right? The job you signed on for is very demanding, and we’d hate to be responsible for you missing out on anything really important because of it.”
There was a chorus of “No’s”, including from Lydia - what would she explain it as, she was a superheroine who would bolt off at random to fight supervillains? Best to ask forgiveness rather than permission.
“Good! Now then, we’ll start up the orientation…”
“Say, what job are we actually here for?” Lydia asked. “The details were vague, but is retail really that strenuous of a job?”
“Oh, did you not read the fine print? You’re not going to be a cashier or attendant or anything.” Eric said. Lydia noticed the object in his hand just a bit too late; a spray of glittery silver mist washed over the assembled would-be-workers, as Eric used a clearly magical item in the form of a simple box.
The assembled workers didn’t have time to speak as they froze in place, unable to move as the magic did it’s work. Lydia could feel it working her over, weight shifting and moving as it changed her body shape. Her bottom swelled outwards into an enviable bubble bottom, while her breasts swelled until they were nearly as big as her head, severely straining her shirt. This was accompanied by an appropriate boost to her curves, waist going waspishly thin and hips thickening to an appreciable size. The shifting parts of her body felt incredibly sensitive all of a sudden; just brushing up against her own clothes felt like firecrackers of pleasure exploding across her figure.
She could see the others undergoing the same transition out of the corner of her eye, even the two men, who in addition to gaining feminine, voluptuous figures, had a distinct moment where their crotches seemed to bulge out a bit less, and faces smoothing out and shifting as they were turned into very attractive women - and with as much as Lydia was enjoying herself, she could only imagine the mind numbing pleasure that they were going through as their manhoods became womanhoods. “Sorry about that, sirs,” the manager said politely, “This is a female clothing store - it would be odd to have males on the display.”
The display? Lydia wondered what he could mean as suddenly her whole body began to tingle, and she felt a sudden coolness from her feet. The manager continued. “Anyway, I have to apologize for the suddenness. I wanted to get you all right to work. From the surprise frozen on some of your faces, I suspect you didn’t read your contracts very carefully?” He paused, as if waiting for a response the women were no longer capable of offering. “As I thought. Since the magical regulation legislation last month, it’s so much easier for your common man to gain access - it’s legal now. Those laws are heavily flawed, but mistakes are a necessary part of progress, I’m sure you’ll agree. The guys up there don’t really know the wide range of situations that can apply, so their laws regarding employment in inanimate roles are riddled with loopholes. We decided to take advantage of it for some double-duty.”
It was difficult for Lydia to pay attention - the chill was climbing up her body from her feet, claiming her knees and soon her crotch and rear end, showing no signs of slowing. She saw on her fellow victims that they were hardening, turning to a durable plastic with an artificial sheen, and could only imagine she was undergoing the same process. At least, if she could just think through how good it felt. She did feel annoyed at herself for not reading carefully… “I had an idea,” the manager continued, “Of setting up some living mannequins as the anchor for a security system. It’s much easier to set a spell on a person than an object, and overall cheaper these days. You’ll be set up with security spells, so if someone tries to steal something where you can see or, heck, steal off of you, we’ll know. And of course, you signed contracts with limitless hours. As long as we pay you for the time, we can keep you as mannequins for the whole summer.”
The transformation picked up rapidly, freezing it’s way up Lydia’s torso, then her head, driving her practically out of her mind with how good it felt, before finally settling as her hair turned from organic, real hair to a nylon wig. The finishing touches felt… strange, as peg-holes appeared in her feet and slits formed across her body where she could be taken apart. For a bit, she was left stunned, trying to come down from the high as the manager looked them over. “...Hmm, those faces are probably not ideal to make customers comfortable…” Eric mused - they were all either surprised, or in some cases somewhat raunchy for those who felt pleasure before freezing - before sending a bit more dust their way. Lydia felt strange as her features practically melted into her head, leaving a blank, mirror-shined lack-of-face behind that, for some reason, she could still see through.
“There we go. Now, let’s get you all situated,” Eric finished, and some workers came in and picked up the mannequins. Lydia fumed as she was taken apart and dressed up in new clothes for display, but she didn’t see a way out of this - if Eric was telling the truth, this was legal, and she’d signed a binding contract. She sighed internally as she was set up on a pedestal right in the front window, where the most possible people could see her and the fashion she was displaying (and where the security spell bound to her could easily detect someone breaking in). There went her summer vacation…
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Brooke White walked onto the manor’s grounds with an eager excitement. She couldn’t believe that she’d managed to land a summer job as the assistant to one of her favorite actors, Maxwell Kingston. Of course, the fact that she was also the superheroine Galatea was rather public knowledge, and had surely played into it, but all the same she felt excited to meet the man and work with him.
She was greeted by the man himself at the front door, rather than any servants someone as wealthy as him might have employed. He was a well built, attractive man, with a disarming smile that he used well in his frequent ‘lovable rogue’ type roles. “Well, you must be Galatea! Or rather, Brooke White, right now. Welcome, welcome!”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kingston.” Brooke said cheerfully, but respectfully. He was going to be her boss, so it was best to be respectful. “I have to say, I was surprised you looked for me - people must be lining up to be your personal assistant.”
“Call me Max, and come in, please.” The actor said, waving his arms vaguely inside and then heading in himself. “Well, I knew that Galatea was a college student, and suspected around now you’d be looking for work. So I decided to give it a shot and hope I got lucky - and what do you know, now I get to meet a real superhero, unlike all the ones I play for the silver screen. Really, I should be thanking you.”
The man led her to a guest room, and offered her a drink as she sat down. She took it gratefully. “So… I have to admit, Max, I was too excited to really pay attention to the contract. What do you expect me to do, as your personal assistant?” she asked.
“Oh, simple things. Helping me out with my work, maybe some errands and such. There’s only so many hours in the day, and so many things demanding attention, an assistant really eases the burden.” Max waved vaguely around. “You can stay here if you like. Real comfortable, all the amenities, you know how it is.”
“Oh, I appreciate the offer, but I’ll probably stay home…” Brooke said. “It’s a very nice home.”
“Sure, sure,” Max said, not apparently bothered. “By the way, could I see ‘Galatea’ for real? It’s always been a dream to see a superhero in the flesh. Or in the steel, in your case.”
“I don’t see why not,” Brooke said, putting down her drink and standing. It was a very simple transformation, really. She put a hand on her breast and willed herself to change.
From where her fingers touched her body, metal spread, gleaming silver racing across her form. Flesh and blood became metal and circuits as she discarded her human form in favor of a new one, far more fit for heroism. The silver covered her body, merging her clothes with the rest of her so that they were just as much a part of her as any other piece. Her figure shifted, gaining a bit of height and some slightly more emphasized curves and bust. As it washed over her face, her eyes seemed to fade, while her hair became a single solid piece and flowed nearly to her hips. For a moment she seemed a silver statue, until her camera-eyes flashed green for active and she could suddenly move again. Despite being made of metal, without visible joints to speak of, she seemed perfectly capable of motion and expressions - one of the benefits of being a not purely mundane gynoid. “I hope you liked that - not a lot of people get to see me actually change!” she said, striking a heroic pose with her hands on her hips and chest jutted out.
“I did like that, quite a lot.” Max said with that roguish grin. “Hold still for a moment, I want to take a picture…”
Brooke’s internal clock told her she woke up three hours later. She didn’t remember what had knocked her out, but she could tell that her code had been tampered with. Opening her eyes, she saw Maxwell Kingston standing over her with a lecherous leer, and moved to escape - but he spoke before she could do anything. “Stay still!” The superheroine froze mid-strike, her leg uncomfortably close to the man’s genitals. He swallowed hard, but continued before she could reevaluate her situation. “Don’t use your powers without my permission, in any capacity.”
And that threw out the chance to turn herself back to human before he did whatever he did. “That’s a relief,” Max said, wiping some sweat from his brow. “I tried to do some reprogramming, but your AI is so complex, I could barely get in that obedience programming. Good thing it worked.”
Brooke decided to revise her mental evaluation of the man. He was now her third least favorite actor (the bottom two slots were reserved for some almost impossibly terrible performances she’d seen, and even this didn’t top the pain those had put her through). She couldn’t speak, of course - she was frozen as she was, unable to speak since she couldn’t move her mouth.
“That’s right,” he said, heedless of her silence, “I can do whatever I want with you, now. You have to do anything I say. And while I can’t make any dramatic changes to you, I can just order you to do it for me!” He said, his formerly attractive grin twisted into a cruel smirk. “Sit down normally. You can speak now, and be respectful. Start by telling me if I’m right.”
Brooke found herself moving without conscious effort, and sighed in exasperation. “...Yeah, that’s right. I have to do whatever you tell me to do, Mr. Kingston, and that includes using my powers on myself. I’m completely helpless. For now, anyway. I don’t expect this trick of yours will last terribly long.”
“Not if I leave you as you are, true. At some point, I’d leave you way too much wiggle room in an order and you’d get away.” He conceded. “Which is why I’m going to be having you change yourself up so you enjoy being my servant, so you don’t even want to leave.”
That… hadn’t been what Brooke meant, really - she figured whatever he did, some other heroes, or possibly the family friend / obscenely powerful witch Morgan, would find out. But she wasn’t about to tell him that. “Logical.” she said, neutrally.
“No reason to leave you more time than I have to to work something out,” Max said. “Now then… I order you to give yourself a curvier body, and replace your clothes with a sexy maid outfit! The whole thing, not just one part of it, too.” He snapped his fingers as if to emphasize the order, clearly enjoying that he had a superheroine under his power.
Brooke, of course, could no more refuse the order than she could disobey gravity. It was written into her programming, now, that she had to obey. Touching her hand to her chest once more, she used her magic to change her ‘clothes’ (such as they were, being part of her body). Still colored as silver as the rest of her, they shifted and changed, some parts darkening or lightening to give the impression of distinct pieces of the outfit. The whole blouse, apron, leggings, all of it - frilly gloves, an equally frilled headdress that tied her ‘hair’ back into a ponytail. It was more a parody of a maid’s outfit than anything - a real one wouldn’t have such a short skirt, nor such easy access to the nether regions for whosoever desired it.
Max was certainly enjoying the sight, to Brooke’s disgust - he seemed just about ready to go at her where she stood - and indeed, he did just that, striding forwards and taking hold of her breast. Despite herself, she felt pleasure at that - probably part of what he’d reprogrammed into her. She half expected him to push her into bed, but he had another order first... “Now, that’s done. Time to make a proper maid out of you. Why don’t you uninstall this ‘Brooke White’ personality? That’s not you anymore.”
It took all of a second for Brooke to no longer be Brooke. Her concerns and worries faded with her personality, shuffled off into her databanks, nothing but some data. The gynoid became a blank slate, guided only by programming. She stiffened, losing the human-like motions and posture as she became just a machine. If anything, that seemed to arouse the man more. “Uninstallation successful. Delete data?” The gynoid reported in a monotone.
“Hmmm… that would be nice to minimize risk, but if anyone comes knocking, I want you to be able to fake it. Keep it on file, so that you can mimic Brooke if you have to. But you are not allowed to fully reinstall it.”
“Confirmed. Archiving personality data.” The robot said simply, then waited, silent and still for an order.
“Oh… it’d be nice to keep you like that for a bit… but I have an even more fun idea.” Max said. “Generate a new personality profile. I want… a loyal, loving maidbot. Happy and eager to serve in all capacities, both menial and more… personal. Let’s call her… Noir, shall we?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the simplistic joke, but the robot was already carrying out his order.
New feelings flowed in, as the gynoid created a new identity for itself. She was Noir, the loving, sexy maid for her Master! She had no greater pleasure in life than to serve, eagerly servicing him in whatever way he asked. She knew he liked her body, so she flaunted it, and when this inevitably got him aroused, well then it was her job to take care of that too - and to clean up the mess they made afterwards. “Personality generation complete, Master!” she said, with an airheaded giggle following it. “Wanna test it out~? I’m sure your sexy little Noir fits alll the specifications, but we should prove that together!”
“I like the new you already, Noir.” Maxwell said, guiding his maid-bot to the bed…
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“So, now you know your way around the pool,” Christopher, Samantha’s new coworker and direct senior, was telling her. “I don’t know why they had me do this part, considering there’s not much to see beyond a rectangle with one side marked ‘deep end’ and one marked ‘shallow end’. I guess the lifeguard posts are good to know? But,” he waved at the raised seats, “They’re hard to miss.”
Samantha nodded. “Well, that’s simple enough,” she agreed. “Anything else you need?”
“Well, you already passed the training course, so… no, not really. Why don’t you head to the staff room and grab a swimsuit? We ought to have a few your size.”
Samantha nodded, heading inside. She was looking forward to a fairly relaxing summer working this life guard job. She didn’t really need a job for the cash - she had enough money that she didn’t really have to worry about it in the foreseeable future. But money is only part of what you get and for her, the less valuable part. The other part is something nice for the resume and some actual work experience.
While Christopher prepped the pool, making sure it was filled before they opened for the day, Samantha went to the staff locker rooms, and started trying to find a swimsuit that would fit her. Given her ample height and impressive figure, this was a more difficult task than it might have been for someone else. It took quite a lot of searching, before she found one hidden in a corner under some boxes. After washing it out, she put it on and went back outside.
“Sorry it took so long,” she said, waving to Christopher as she came out. “I like how I look, but it’s a real pain sometimes. Can’t find anything my size.”
“I get it, yeah,” Chris replied, “Why don’t you come up here?”
As Samantha was going to do just that, however, she found herself toppling over, as her legs suddenly stopped working. “Wait, what?” she said, confused, but she could feel it now - magic flowing through her body… “Hey, what? This thing is enchanted! Chris, what is this?”
“Crap, crap, crap-” Chris said, coming down from the lifeguard tower and rushing over to Samantha. “You must have… damnit, that wasn’t for you, that was for a prank on someone else…” he rubbed his forehead, swearing under his breath.
“Well it got me!” Samantha said, as she was forced onto hands and knees. The fall hadn’t hurt, oddly, but the reason became clear - her torso was already some kind of plastic, and it kept spreading across her body from there. “Why would you leave this where anyone can find it?” She wasn’t… inherently, against the change, really. She was curious what she’d end up as, and transformations were enjoyable...
“Look, I’m a wizard, I don’t want to mess with new magic in my house and I couldn’t well walk around with a woman’s swimsuit-” he said. “It was done, and it was for one of the others, but I hadn’t finished figuring out how to reverse it!” Oh. That changed things...
“Well you better figure it out fast! When I’m out of this-” Whatever threat Samantha planned was never made, as her face froze in plastic, twisting into a bright and sunny smile at odds with her irritation. She might have liked being transformed, but that was usually in the context of an easily reversed one - it was another thing entirely when the amateur who made the enchantment didn’t know how to turn her back.
The change continued rapidly, as now that Samantha was fully made of plastic, further change followed. She felt a strange hollow feeling, as her body emptied of anything but air. It seemed like more and more of it was entering her as well, as her body grew in size. All of her did to a degree, but by far the biggest growth was in her bust and bottom. Her boobs easily grew to twice the size of her head, a bit bigger even, and her butt cheeks grew even further. Her hands thickened, growing dull and stumpy as they grabbed onto her bust and held there, her legs following suit.
“Damnit, nobody was supposed to wear this yet…” Christopher said, pacing in place as Samantha’s transformation into a pooltoy finished. She couldn’t speak anymore, but she hoped he could feel her frustration. “Ok, I’ll hit the books and research the reversal. I can probably get out of work early today. In the meantime, though… I need to make sure that I don’t get in trouble for this, ok?”
It was not ok, but the amateur wizard was already using his spell. And from sticking around Morgan enough, Samantha had learned to recognize both what a reality changing spell looked like, and that this dude was not experienced enough to use it. It was surprisingly easy to use the phenomenal cosmic power of magic to alter reality in subtle ways. It was not quite so easy to make sure that the caster was unaffected - and Christopher certainly wasn’t competent enough to do so.
When the spell was complete, as far as most of the world was concerned, there was nobody named Samantha Carlson, and the local area knew about the strange pool toy that the local swimming center for some reason insisted on keeping. Christopher blinked. “What was I… oh right.” he said, before leaning down to pick the pooltoy up and tossing it in the pool. “Opening time.”
As he walked away, the toy was left floating in the pool, not thinking too much. It could vaguely remember who it had been a few minutes before, but in a head full of air that seemed largely irrelevant information. All it had to do was be a pooltoy, and it was doing that job very well. It eagerly awaited it’s new users, at least insofar as it could think such a complex thought.
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Brianna was walking home through a park, fuming to herself. She’d had a summer job set up that would give her some extra cash and be relevant experience for her degree… but unfortunately, the place had been taken over by a villain and it’s occupants turned into empty-headed bunny girls or whatever it was this one had done (she hadn’t looked deeply into it, besides hearing that a lot of men no longer were) and the job was thus canceled. It seemed like by the time everything was back to normal there it would be the new semester already, so she was out of luck.
As she was grumbling to herself about villain attacks, she nearly ran face first into a tall, athletic looking woman next to the park’s fountain. “Hm? Oh, sorry, my bad. I wasn’t paying… attention…”
Morgan, the supervillainess who wasn’t really all that villainous, was a shapeshifter and changed forms like your average wealthy woman changed clothes. Beyond always having the biggest bust in the room, there wasn’t much to tell that any given woman was her. But Brianna had known her long enough that she could pick her out at a glance, and she knew instinctively that the amazon she’d nearly run face-first into was her transformation-addicted acquaintance.
“Hello, Brianna~ What are we feeling like today, hmm? It’s been a while since you’ve gotten to be a set of heels, or maybe you’d prefer some jewelry-”
“Morgan, could I ask you something instead?” Brianna interrupted, before Morgan could start changing her. Morgan was… nice enough, but she seemed to see absolutely no problem with changing Brianna however she pleased, usually into inanimate objects. Brianna had an idea that might let her go without it that time, though - and maybe get something productive out of her summer too.
Morgan raised an eyebrow. “...Sure. What is it, Brianna?”
“You’re a powerful magic user, right? Have you ever considered… teaching it? Magic, I mean.”
“Of course.” Morgan said. “What’s the point if you don’t pass it on?”
“Well, I just lost my summer job…” Brianna said, “So would it be possible for me to be your apprentice for the summer instead? I figure it’d be useful to know some magic, for the whole superhero thing.”
Morgan clapped her hands together, grinning widely. “Ooooh, I like that idea! You’re a good girl, and since you’re so studious I’m sure you’ll pick it up quickly. I think we could, yeah.”
Brianna sighed with relief - that had gone better than she’d honestly expected. “That’s nice to hear. It’s a bit of a shame I can’t make some money, but you don’t get the chance to learn magic every day.”
“Oh, I have an idea to solve that.” Morgan said, waving her hand. Brianna suddenly found herself floating, being pushed over to the park fountain. “Just as well, I need some time to work out the lesson plans…”
Brianna sighed. Too good to be true. “I… what is the idea…?” she asked. That was the last she got the chance to ask, as she froze up, unable to move. Her feet rooted to the spot, turning to a grey stone color like the fountain beneath her, which rapidly spread from her extremities inwards.
“I have a wealthy client who’s looking for a fountain. He doesn’t want one long, he just needs it for a party or something. Ancient Greece sort of theme.” Morgan said dismissively. “I don’t really need the cash, so you’ll get to keep it. Should make up for whatever you would have gotten from that job, so you can focus on studying without worrying!”
Brianna sighed, but had to admit, if Morgan was transforming her anyway at least she’d get something out of this one. The stone rapidly crept up her body, changing her as it did. It deepened her curves and filled out her assets, giving her an unrealistically attractive hourglass figure with a bust just a hair smaller than Morgan’s. Her clothes vanished into thin air as stone covered her, and her hair grew out and out until it fell around her heels. She felt her face shift into a new shape, and was fairly sure she’d just had some changes to what appeared to be her national origin and generally made her sexier. It was accompanied by a soft grinding sound as her body took a new pose, leaning forward with a lurid grin, one hand on her hip and one cupping her bosom. Nobody else in the park seemed to notice, either desensitized to transformations or else just magically not noticing.
Whatever reflections that Brianna may have had on her situation were quickly chased out of her head, however, as new thoughts filled it. She hoped they would look at her, hoped they would admire her. After all, what was the point of flaunting her body if nobody looked? For a Goddess like Aphrodite, there was nothing better than being the center of attention.
Morgan seemed to hear her thoughts, or else just predict them. “Don’t worry, Aphrodite. I’m sure you’ll be the center of the conversation when I rent you out. They won’t be able to shut up about how high quality you are.” As Morgan spoke, Aphrodite (/Brianna? She remembered her old self, but it seemed terribly irrelevant compared to how sexy she was now) felt a shudder of pleasure as her body rearranged itself internally. If she still had lungs she’d have moaned with pleasure as suddenly, she and the fountain on which she was stood were one, and water started flowing out from her ample bust and particularly her swollen nipples.
The sorceress took a moment to admire her work, the beautiful statue now looking as if it had been part of the fountain since construction. “Hm. I think you’ll stay looking like that when I turn you back, Aphrodite. It’s only appropriate that my student look nearly as sexy as I do.” Aphrodite couldn’t speak, but Morgan could feel the fountain radiating her approval of the concept. Morgan wondered if she should have waited for closer to the rent to change her - it would be another day or two before she was needed. But oh well, Aphrodite would enjoy being a public attraction for a while.
Turning away from her latest creation, Morgan pulled out her cell phone and dialed a friend. “Hey, Amber? Feel like going out for coffee in the park? There’s this beautiful statue they put in a while ago…”
