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"Unfaithful" The Sculpting of Meagan Donnely; a Medallion of Zulo story

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[Editor’s note - “Medallion of Zulo” defined for the novice reader – according to the mystics of Africa this is an inscribed artifact which should ideally only be worn while totally naked.

The reason?

If something, anything, not belonging to the wearer touches the medallion while it is being worn a transformation will occur. The wearer will become a duplicate of the owner of the object with which the medallion has come on contact.

The medallion reportedly also can be used in other ways when the wearer uses their mind power, as our author here relates.

An entire literature of apocryphal stories exists on the Internet based on this premise.]


"Unfaithful"
The Sculpting of Meagan Donnely (A Medallion of Zulo story)

By Greinskyn

[Author's warning: Although this is primarily a female transformation a male TF takes place early on. It is minor, brief, and graphic.

Just another note: OK, I know you want to get reading already, but bear with me a sec. Don't jump to conclusions when the TFs start... things have a way of turning back on themselves. I don't want to give anything away here, so just be reassured I didn't forget this is a WG story ;) ]

Chapter One

Mark watched from the shadows as Meagan scanned a menu. He loved it when she bit her lower lip in contemplation like that. Oh how many times he’d sat across from her in the past, not even looking at his own menu just to soak in her beauty. Even now from this distance she looked like an angel sitting there in that stunning white sundress. The mid-day sun practically made the material glow and set off her deep tan to perfection.

Mark sighed and let his eyes dip to those full ripe breasts jutting out proudly in the low cut dress. (Okay, make that a Victoria’s Secret Angel… ) He felt his dick begin to stir.

‘C’mon trust her’ his other mind chided. ‘She’s probably just meeting a friend’

Mark desperately wanted to do just that, to believe that this woman so obviously out of his league would remain faithful. Her odd behavior lately, however, caused his feet to remain rooted. ‘I just have to know’

It didn’t take long for the slightly built man’s suspicions to be confirmed, for not a minute later a tall handsome-looking Adonis walked directly up to Meagan. Her reaction, impassioned embrace, and kiss, erased any possibility their relationship was anything other than carnal.

Stifling a sob, Mark tore his eyes away.

Ducking back into the alley from where he’d been spying, he reached into his pocket. Though he didn’t pull it out, his hands felt the warm metal surface of a certain medallion that had recently fallen into his possession. A believer in fate, he just knew it wasn’t a coincidence the fabled Medallion of Zulo showed up the very day he’d first suspected Meagan was cheating on him.

Mark had recognized its design immediately. Back in college he’d frequented many online fetish sites and that one sort of always stuck with him. And how could one dispute the fact that it mysteriously appeared inside his locked tool-set? Certainly that bore witness to its authenticity. Convincing as that may be, a personal test of his own sealed it as being the legendary Medallion of Zulo;

That very day at a fetish shop far far from home, Mark had selected several condoms in varying sizes; from his usual "pathetically small" up to "practically inhuman". Along the drive there he’d tried to think up all sorts of excuses for the cashier as to why he was purchasing such an assortment. But it was a waste of time. The gorgeous, highly pierced woman at the counter merely smiled and said;

“Have fun.”

Unable to wait until home, Mark pulled into the nearest restaurant. Making his way to the bathroom, he ducked into the stall and removed both the medallion and a package of Black Mamba condoms. Knowing he’d feel totally foolish if this failed to work didn’t dim his anticipation in the least. In fact, his worries as to whether he should try the medallion while erect or flaccid became moot as he was hard as a rock before he could touch the medallion and snake-like condom to his body.

The results weren’t instantaneous. Instead, there was only a slight tingle at first contact, then… nothing. A few minutes passed and still nothing. Sitting there on the throne Mark began to believe that even that sensation had been just a trick of his mind.

‘Crap!’ He felt foolish sitting there with a cheap looking medal, massive condom, and a six inch dick in hands.

‘Wait-a-minute’ Doing a double-take Mark looked again at his now throbbing erection. At best he’d only had a meager four and a half inches before. Was it even bigger now? It was! Dumbfounded he watched almost as if viewing some sort of perverted stop motion animation. Soon it grew to seven inches, then eight, then nine. After eclipsing what had to be over a foot Mark began to worry.

‘How big is this thing going to get?’ Things finally settled down at what he would later measure at a whopping fourteen inches. Crap, it felt like he was gripping a pick handle. Mark’s slender fingers couldn’t even reach around the girth.

It was then he’d realized his predicament.

Several minutes passed and his massive erection showed no signs of waning. Mark tried thinking of disgusting, unarousing things; Taxes, Lutefisk (It’s a Fin thing), dog vomit… Hillary Clinton naked (Oops that was a mistake!), etc. Finally he just had to take care of business.

‘Damn, it feels like I’m polishing a flagpole’ The amount of jiz was as copious as it was annoying. Apparently the Medallion of Zulo was as mischievous as the stories he’d read had claimed.

Tucking his overgrown dick in his pants was uncomfortable as hell. Mark wound up actually having to pull his pants back down and place it alongside his leg, then wriggle the snug denim back up. Walking and moving needed to be done carefully to keep from pinching. Good thing he wasn’t at an airport. The TSA would’ve flagged him as smuggling contraband and forced him to strip for sure!

‘I guess that wouldn’t be so bad if the TSA had some hot female agents’ he mused, gingerly limping to his car. He imagined what their reaction would be. (Whoops, that was a mistake too!)

It had been a pain waiting the twelve hours before he could use the medallion again just so he could go home. After sneaking in to pick up a pair of loose sweatpants from his campus gym locker Mark spent most of the time in his studio working on a new clay sculpture and trying like hell to keep his thoughts platonic. (Only later when reading the box did he realize the Black Mamba Condoms were a gag item)

The upside to the whole ordeal was a pride-swelling comment from his girlfriend the next time he and Meagan had sex; courtesy of using one of the medium size condoms and the Medallion of Zulo beforehand.

Mark seethed all the way home; his mind working overtime as to what the best revenge could be. In his pocket he could feel the shape of the medallion pressing against his skin. No, it wasn’t a coincidence at all that the medallion had entered his life…

It didn’t take long for Mark to decide just what route his vengeance would take. Meagan was after all a stunningly sexy woman. Her entire psyche was centered around her perfect body.

‘I wonder what will happen when that’s no longer the case’ he thought mischievously, while scrolling through a selection of bras online…

The next week and a half were hell for Mark. For despite having the medallion, he couldn’t for the life of him get a chance to use it. Meagan had to be the lightest sleeper known to man. She’d probably make a star specimen in a sleep study somewhere. Every time he’d tried to perform a transformation in her sleep, she’d wind up catching him leaning over her.

Although that usually led to an impromptu sexual romp, Mark was still left frustrated. In the time since he’d first hatched his plan Meagan had called a grand total of six times to inform him of needing to “Study Late” or “Meet up with the girls”. And who knew what other encounters she’d risked during the daytime? After all it had been mid-day when he’d caught Meagan cheating.

The closest Mark had gotten to success was when she had a bit too much to drink last weekend. When they went to bed Meagan had drifted off to sleep instantly. It was maddening waiting for her breathing to get to that really slow, deep stage. When she finally got there Mark retrieved a brand new 34C bra from a hiding spot and secured the medallion as well.

‘This oughtta get her attention’ he thought, staring down at her proud all natural Ds. ‘Let’s just see how she likes life a little smaller…’

Just then Meagan rolled over, dislodging the bra he’d just placed upon her bare breasts.

‘…Crap!’ Bracing himself with his free hand, he gently reached over to retrieve the bra. Too late he realized the medallion was in the same hand. The tingle began almost instantly, forcing Mark to spend the night at his studio.

When asked about his absence the next day, he simply explained he’d been overcome by a sudden inspiration.

The road to success finally came at a most unlikely time. Meagan was out “Studying” which left Mark sulking in front of the TV nursing a beer. At least a half dozen empties lay at his feet. At nearly 2 a.m. a show called Horror Fest came on. The purpose of Horror Fest apparently was to subject the watcher to the most mundane, poorly produced crap ever made.

Already living in his own hell, Mark sat there rather than turn the channel, and dejectedly opened yet another beer. The movie Voodoo Doll began to play and made even the low standards he'd expected seem optimistic. Sighing, he shook his head while making fun of the trashy production, until eventually a spark began to take hold in his brain.

“What if I made a Voodoo Doll of Meagan?”

It was a thought worth pursuing.

Stumbling about the apartment, Mark gathered up everything he could think of and tossed it into a used Wal-Mart shopping bag. In no time the plastic was filled with hair from Meagan’s hairbrushes, used facial cleansing pads, nail clippings… etc. As an added bonus, Mark retrieved the tissue stained with blood from when his girlfriend had smacked her nose into the cupboard door. After haphazardly scrawling out a note that he was heading to his studio, Mark staggered to his car and was off.

It took nearly two frenzied days of sculpting before he was satisfied. And satisfied he was. Before him stood a perfect replica of Meagan. It was easily his best work. Mark stood there silently before his creation thinking back to how he’d mixed all the little traces of his love into the core of the clay model. He’d obsessed over every little detail… even that cute little birthmark of hers.

It was 11:58pm on an April evening, just two minutes shy of Friday the 13th. (Which seemed somehow appropriate) The time had come.

After double-checking to make sure the door to his studio was locked, Mark retrieved the Medallion of Zulo and another fresh 34C bra. The last was a precaution. After his little incident, the medallion might recognize him as the last “Wearer.” So with utmost care Mark placed the bra onto his creation and touched the cool metal surface to it. In the dark of the night, bells began to ring out from the University’s campanile, echoing hollowly across the campus. It was an eerie foreboding sound.

Now the question remained; Would it work?

Eager to find out, Mark left his studio as quickly as he could and soon the dark recesses of Lieberman Hall echoed with the sounds of his rapidly retreating footsteps. But behind, half illuminated by a security light, Mark’s sculpture began to subtly shift.


A sensuous feeling drew Meagan from the depths of her dream. She awoke to a lover’s caress gently tracing the outline of her right aureole. On the other danced sweet kisses, alternating with a gentle suckling. Meagan felt her back arch slightly, and in her half-awake, rapidly arousing state almost spoke Paul’s name. Only at the last second did she realize it was Mark.

“Mmmmm… that’s nice.” She purred.

Meagan then turned and bared her neck signaling she wanted Mark to nuzzle her. He complied, having already anticipated the move. Along the way he planted kisses until finally arriving at his destination. Meagan felt the gentle pressure of Mark’s teeth as he nibbled her lobe. The feel of his breath momentarily brought goosebumps. Below, he shifted his weight up and over as Meagan’s spreading legs alerted him she was ready.

Slowly the two began their practiced rhythm, all the while Mark teased and tweaked her engorged nipple. As their pace began to quicken, he withdrew his hand slightly then cupped the firm warm globe of Meagan’s right breast.

‘It is smaller!’

His mind spun wildly at the realization and he nearly lost his load right there. Only by the barest margins did he manage to hold back until Meagan had reached her own tipping point. Afterwards in post coital bliss Mark drifted off to the thoughts of what revenge was to follow…
 

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