Writers Block (TG)

    Marcus was a prolific writer, if not a little miserable and depressed as all great writers are. He had written dozens of novels from a wide array of themes and genre. He was one of the most famous writers today, with millions in sales. But this latest book, Marcus couldn't find any motivation to write on it at all! He spent weeks in front of his desk, unable to write even a word on his typewriter, or computer, or even journal. Marcus got up and stretched. This was the worst writers block he had ever had! A walk might help. So, throwing on his jacket, Marcus walked out around his city neighborhood. It was cold and brisk outside. Perfect weather for a nice walk. Marcus began walking around on the sidewalk, trying to think about his writer's block and books. For the next hour, Marcus was walking and thinking when he stopped in front of a shop he had never seen before. It was called, The Writers Den, and stepping inside, Marcus saw a shop filled with different tools and equipment for writers. Marcus walked around the store shelves. Most of the equipment was pretty niche, or only useful for hipsters. But one item caught his eye. A feather quill pen. Marcus had never written with one of these archaic writing tools, so he decided to buy one for the hell of it. 

    Marcus headed home and sat down at his desk, pulling out some paper and an ink well he had, and dipped his quill into it. As Marcus touched the quill to the page, a burst of inspiration hit! For the first time in months, he actually had ideas! And so, he began writing as if the pen was controlling his arm. As the quill pen scratched across the page, Marcus's hands began to shrink, each one becoming smaller, nails growing out perfectly manicured. His arms shrank down, hair across Marcus's body began to disappear, slinking back and leaving his skin silky smooth. Marcus kept writing, for hours, well into the night, not realizing his body was shifting with each word. Slowly his height dipped down, shrinking in height to 5'8. His short black hair turned a bright blonde color, slowly lengthening out, before being tied in an over the shoulder braid. Marcus had to keep batting the braid out of his way, focusing on writing this book! It was going to be done so quickly. Marcus's legs and feet slimmed down. Fat and muscle along his entire body burned away to quickly be replaced in new areas, the hips, butt, chest, thighs... Marcus felt increasingly horny and shifted in his seat. His ass bubbled forth into a fat rear, so plump and juicy. His thighs thickened to match, and with his hips widening out and out, pushed his sides into the arms of his chair and then some. Feeling so horny, Marcus's writings had taken a turn towards the lewd. His story now was including a graphic and detailed sex scene, but Marcus was too horny to notice what he was writing. With a moan, his face finished shifting. Soft features, with plump lips, a small nose, long lashes and a layer of makeup. Marcus's moans turned increasing feminine sounding and lewd, as his Adams apple vanished away. His shoulders narrowed down, waist turning inwards and stomach tightening up and flattening up. Almost running out of ink Marcus kept writing, one hand occasionally shooting down to rub his crotch. With a loud mewl, Marcus's chest blossomed outwards into perky tits, growing up into D cups. 

    Marcus looked down and dropped his quill and let out a feminine scream! He had become a woman! Somehow however, his clothes had changed. His pants now a tight pencil skirt, and his top, ornate and old looking with puffy sleeves. Marcus had become a woman! Well... except for one last vestige of manhood. Marcus tried to squeeze out of the chair, now sort of stuck due to his wide hips and fat ass. Suddenly the door opened and a chiseled looking man walked in. 

"Mary? Are you okay? I heard a scream" the man walked closer towards Marcus. 

"I was just..." Marcus wasn't sure what to say. But the more he looked at the man, the calm, but also hornier. Marcus didn't even notice as a ring appeared on his finger. "W-Writing... thats all"

"Must've been writing a very detailed scene hun" the man walked forward and embraced Marcus, who instantly wrapped his slender arms around the man. 

"You know it~" Marcus cooed, his cock stirring being so close to the man. "How about..." Marcus trailed his finger down the mans chest. "We have some fun~"

"You read my mind Mary" the man smiled down and grabbed his wife's ass. With a pop, Marcus's cock receded into a slit, ready to be split open by her husbands cock. The miserable writer Marcus was no more, now replaced by the bubbly, excited smut writer Mary.