“I should’ve stopped at the last town…” Luke muttered to himself as he hunched forward in his seat to get a better view of what was in front of him. Rain pattered against the windshield and roof of his 1984 Dodge Charger. He was on a business trip to meet with some investors for the company he worked for when he made the mistake of passing a town as it drew closer to night. Now he was driving through a downpour as his headlights barely illuminated the forest lined road. 

He continued on for a bit until he saw the faint glow of a flashing neon sign by the road. It was as if his plea had been heard as he drove closer to the sign which he could now read. “Mirage Motel? I guess that works.” He pulled his car into the small parking lot and hurried to grab his luggage from the trunk as the rain drenched his suit.

Upon entering the motel he was greeted by a short and portly fellow, “Oh! A visitor!” His bushy mustache wiggled as he spoke, “Stopping by because of the weather?”

“Yes actually,” Luke set his luggage down as he approached the counter, “Do you have any rooms available?”

The man's belly bounced as a chuckle escaped him, “Yes, of course!” He pulled out a dust covered guest book. “We don’t get much traffic down here.” He gently blew the dust from the book, “In fact you’re the first soul to stop by in a while so you get good pickings of rooms.”

“Thank you sir, but I just need a simple room with a bed.” He jotted his name down into the guest book, “I’ll be outta your hair by the morning.”

“That is no problem sir. Would you like me to carry your luggage while I escort you to your room?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

Luke followed behind the man down the long hallway. The man whistled to himself as rain bore down on the windows and Luke’s wet shoes clomped along the hardwood floor. “Here we are sir,” The man stopped at a room labeled ‘Room 18’ and unlocked it. “I’ll bring your bags in and show you around the room,” He handed Luke the keys and gestured to him inside.

The room, although a bit small, was rather nice for what Luke paid for it. The hardwood floor was adorned with an almost regal green rug, the walls decorated with purple wallpaper and paintings, and the room had a large oak bed which was fitted with clean white sheets. “There we are sir,” The man piped up, “I put your luggage in the wardrobe and you can find the bathroom if you continue down the hall. Is there anything else you need?”

“Everything is good…” Luke paused, “You know I never got your name.”

“Oh silly me!” The man chuckled, “You may call me Norman.”

“Ah, well thank you for letting me stay in your establishment Norman.”


“Anytime. If you need anything please feel free to ask me at the front desk.”

“I will.”

Norman walked over to the door and paused, “I feel like I should warn you though, there’s an old tale that this room is cursed.” He turned around so that he was now facing Luke, “They say that if you spend a night in this room that a mischievous spirit will give you the body of the previous occupant!” He undulated his voice as if he was telling a scary campfire story.

The room was silent apart from the rain before both Luke and Norman erupted into laughter, “Norman you old bloke!”

“Have a good night Mr. Luke!” Norman continued out the door, his laugh slowly getting quieter as he walked down the hall.

With the room to himself Luke started getting ready for a night of rest before his long drive tomorrow. He stripped from his soaked suit and changed into his pajamas, which was just a white tank top and some undergarments, and brushed his teeth. He set the alarm clock that rested atop the headboard of the bed and called it a night.

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It was the dead of night as Luke slept in his room, face down with his arms underneath his pillow like he always did. The only sound was the rain softly clashing against the roof of the motel as the door to his room unlocked with a *CLICK* and it slowly creaked open. A small, light blue wisp fluttered into the room and stopped above Luke’s sleeping body before it plunged into his body, causing a slight murmur and stur from Luke, but not waking him up.

The glow of the wisp, centered within Luke’s chest, dissipated throughout his body until he was covered in a thin glowing outline. The glow started to pulsate as the mischievous spirit began its devious scheme. The pulsating started off slow as each pulse began changing Luke’s body with his skin becoming slightly more soft and his hair changing from a brown to a dark black. The pulsing picked up as his now jet-black hair grew out at an abnormal pace, his facial hair receded back into his skin, and his well fitting clothes became loose as he shrunk a good half-inch.

Luke grumbled in his sleep as he reached up and scratched his head. Meanwhile the wisp began focusing on more abundant features as the glow centered itself on Luke’s chest and hips and began pulsating once again. First forming breast buds behind Luke’s now puffy nipples, his dick losing some length and girth, and his hips swelling outwards. Each pulse accelerated his transformation, his new breasts swelling a cup size with each pulse, while penis and testicles receded back into his groin. His ass rapidly ballooned outwards with each pulse, his underwear straining under the new added weight.

This continued for a while, eliciting a moan from Luke as his swelling and sensitive tits squished underneath him, rubbing against the mattress as they pushed out against his shirt until they were a hefty DD-cup. His cock and balls disappeared into a small canyon on his groin as a soft labia protruded where his manhood once was. Meanwhile his underwear was being assaulted by his rapidly swelling rear. Each pulse sent a torrent of soft ass flesh to his backside causing it to rise, followed by his new flesh rippling as it continued. The last pulse sent his ass jiggling as his stretched undergarment sunk deeper into his ass crack, his butt now jutting out a comical 4 to 5 inches from the rest of his body.

Satisfied with its work, the spirit left Luke’s body and floated over to the wardrobe where it possessed Luke’s luggage. It, and the luggage it possessed, floated over towards the door and slipped out, slamming the door behind it.

*SLAM*

“OH FUCK!” Luke pushed up from the bed and looked around his room, his new hair falling in front of his face. “What the?” He lifted his hand to examine his hair but accidentally brushed it against his new pair of teats, “WHAT THE!?” He jumped up off the bed and began examining his body, “Long hair? Tits?” He cupped one of his breasts in his hands, “An ass and…” With his other hand he reached down to his groin, confirming his worry. Instead of his manhood he felt two soft mounds with a slit running down the center.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Luke sprinted down the hallway, noticing how strange his body felt as his thick thighs rubbed together, his breasts bounced against his stretched out tank top, and his ass bounced and swayed as the bands of his underwear dug deep into his skin. “Norman! Norman I-” Luke turned the corner to an empty lobby, no Norman in sight. “Norman!” Luke walked over to the front desk and peered over the counter, “Fuck! Norman, where are you!” Luke ran outside, the downpour of rain nearly deafening, where he saw his luggage discarded in the mud right next to his car. “Norman!”

Luke felt a chill run down his spine as the echoey but familiar voice of Norman spoke from behind him, “I warned you.” Luke spun around to confront the voice and was shocked to see nothing there. Not Norman nor the motel, just an empty plot of mud next to the road and surrounded with trees, and with no motel the rain began assaulting Luke.

“What? Wha- I-,” Luke stood bewildered, not wanting to accept that this was all real. His tank top clung to his skin as it became soaked by the rain, “What just happened?”