Albert McMillan had lived his life skirting the edges of trouble, dodging debts and slipping away just when things were about to catch up with him. But Leo “The Wolf” Mendoza wasn’t a man to let things slide. For years, Albert had avoided paying back the massive loan he owed, thinking his wit and experience would keep him ahead of Leo’s thugs. Until tonight. His luck had run out.
It happened so fast. Leo’s men cornered Albert as he left a seedy bar, two pairs of meaty hands grabbing his arms before he could even think to run. They dragged him into a black van waiting in the alley. The doors slammed shut, and the tires squealed as the van sped off into the night, leaving Albert with the sinking realization that this time, there was no escape.
The van stopped outside a derelict warehouse on the edge of town, a place where no one would hear you scream. The goons hauled him out, and after a brief struggle, one of them cracked him over the head. Darkness consumed him.
When Albert came to, everything felt wrong. His head throbbed, and his body felt… strange. His arms were light, and his chest—dear God—his chest was weighed down by two massive, soft mounds that shifted unnaturally with each movement. Panic surged through him. He tried to sit up but found it awkward. Something about his balance was off. The heavy breasts on his chest jiggled distractingly, throwing him off-kilter.
“What the hell…” he muttered. His voice was hoarse and deep—still his own—but the sight of his smooth manicured hands pressing against the smooth, youthful skin of a female torso made his blood run cold.
He looked down at himself and almost passed out again. His hands were resting on two enormous G-cup breasts, barely contained by a tiny black tube top. Below that, a flat, toned stomach stretched downward into the most absurdly curvy figure he’d ever seen. Wide, thick hips curved out dramatically, and the tight black-and-white leggings clung to thick thighs and an exaggerated backside that strained against the fabric.
Albert groaned and tried to get to his feet, but the unfamiliar weight distribution caused him to stumble. His legs wobbled in the tight leggings, and the wide, feminine hips swayed with every movement, completely throwing off his sense of balance. He caught himself on the wall, breathing hard, the sensation of his G-cup breasts pressing uncomfortably against the cold surface.
“What in God’s name…?”
He raised his trembling hands to his face. Relief hit when he felt the familiar wrinkles, stubble, and sagging skin of his old man’s head. His voice was still his own, and his face hadn’t changed. But his body… his body was completely, undeniably different. He was now trapped in the voluptuous, curvy form of a young woman.
The door to the room groaned open, and Leo stepped inside, flanked by two of his enforcers. He wore a satisfied grin, clearly enjoying Albert’s horror and confusion.
“Morning, Grandpa,” Leo said, flashing a wolfish grin. “How’s the new body treating you?”
Albert glared at him, his grizzled face twisted in anger and disbelief. “What the hell did you do to me, Leo? What is this?!”
Leo crossed his arms, looking amused. “I told you, old man. You’ve been dodging your debt for years. But now?” He gestured toward Albert’s new form. “Now you’re going to pay me back, one way or another.”
Albert staggered forward, still trying to get used to the exaggerated curves that swayed with every step. “You… You can’t do this! You put me in this—this girl’s body?” He grabbed the edge of the black tube top in disbelief, his weathered hands pulling at the tight fabric covering the massive breasts beneath. “This is sick, Leo!”
Leo chuckled, enjoying every moment of Albert’s panic. “That’s my granddaughter’s body, to be exact. Thought it’d be fitting. Since you love running from your responsibilities, now you get to live a whole new life. You’re going to be her for as long as it takes to pay off what you owe me.”
Albert’s eyes widened in horror. “No. No way. You’re out of your goddamn mind!” He tried to storm toward Leo, but his hips swayed awkwardly, and the enormous breasts bounced painfully with every step. It was impossible to move in this new body without everything jiggling.
Leo’s men snickered as Albert stumbled and nearly fell, barely catching himself on the wall again. “Easy there, sweetheart,” one of them said mockingly.
Albert’s face burned with humiliation. “You bastard,” he growled. “Change me back. Now.”
Leo shook his head slowly, the grin never leaving his face. “Not a chance. This is your life now, Grandpa. And you better get used to it fast. Starting tomorrow night, you’ll be coming with me to the club. We’ve got some friends to meet, and I need my little granddaughter to make a good impression.”
Albert’s heart pounded in his chest. “I’m not doing it,” he snarled. “You can’t make me.”
Leo’s smile turned cold, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You don’t have a choice, old man. You run, I’ll find you. You mess this up, I’ll make sure no one even remembers you ever existed. But if you play nice… maybe, just maybe, I’ll think about letting you go. Someday.”
Albert clenched his fists, the sight of his gnarled old hands against the smooth, tan skin of his new body making him feel sick. But there was no fighting Leo. Not now. He was trapped, a prisoner in this absurd, hyper-feminine body, with no way out.
Leo stepped back, satisfied with Albert’s silence. “Good. Now, you’ll find some clothes in the next room. I suggest you start practicing how to walk in heels. And smile, too. You’ll need that tomorrow night.”
Albert stood frozen as Leo turned on his heel and walked out, his men following close behind. The door slammed shut, leaving Albert alone with his new reflection in a cracked, dirty mirror propped against the wall.
He staggered over to it, each step making his new hips sway and his breasts bounce uncontrollably. When he reached the mirror, the sight of his old man’s wrinkled, scowling face perched on top of the curvy young woman’s body made his stomach churn. He raised a hand to his face, tracing the lines of his familiar features, while his other hand rested awkwardly on the wide curve of his hip.
“This can’t be real,” he whispered to himself, staring at the strange, absurd reflection.
But it was real. And if he wanted any chance of getting his old life back, he’d have to play along. He let out a frustrated growl, slamming his fist against the wall, but it only made his breasts bounce painfully in response.
For now, there was no escape.
He was Leo’s granddaughter.
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