Crooked Nephew to Dommy Life (Original TG Comm) (Patreon)

“Now then, remember your aunt is being nice enough to watch you while I’m gone, so you better be on your best behavior.”

Gregory sighed. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Don’t take that tone with me young man. We already talked about this, and you’re going to be staying with her for the next couple of days.”

“Still don’t understand why you won’t just let me stay at home. I’m sixteen. I can handle myself just fine.”

“Considering the party you had the last time I left you alone, I would say otherwise. And we are still missing my glass figurines.”

Gregory grimaced at her point. A barb was on the edge of his tongue that he suppressed. ‘Like hell, I’m going to open myself up to get verbally squared like that again.

“Smart choice.”

He sighed at the sight of his aunt’s abode. The large two-story house put his and his mom’s home to shame. Yet the thought of seeing his aunt made him want to hurl.

“These next few days are going to suck.”

“Now don’t say that. I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you think it will be. This will be a good chance for you to bond with her. And maybe next time you will think before you throw a party or do something you shouldn’t.”

Gregory groaned as he slammed the car door shut. He grabbed his bags and followed her to the front door. His mother knocked on it.

“One second!” A woman called out.

After a second, his aunt Lizzie opened the door. Lizzie was a beautiful woman. A sharp mature face. Long luxurious red hair that reached down to her shoulders. His eyes went lower and rested on her immense breasts. Her large bust looked like it was trying to burst out of her straining sports bra.

Lizzie smiled at his mother. “Hellp Annie, long time no see.”

“Hey, Lizzie, how are you!”

Gregory just waved at her while his mom and aunt hugged each other. He watched them momentarily and then went back to exploring the web on his phone.

“Thanks for doing this for me, Lizzie. It makes my life a little easier knowing there is someone else around to make sure Gregory doesnn't do anything crazy.”

“Not a problem, always happy to help out my favorite sis. Since its been a while let me give you a quick show around and show you where you’ll be staying during your stay Gregory.”

Lizzie showed them around the house. Gregory paid little attention to her, only grunting in response while he focused on his phone.

Annie said. “The place looks better every time I see it. Job must still be going strong I’m assuming.”

“Oh just lucky enough to get a job that can use my talents to the fullest. And yeah, work has been going strong. Things have been getting busier a little lately, but the extra money is always good.”

“Happy to hear. And this is where you’ll be staying while you’re here, Gregory.”

“Cool.” Gregory placed his bag in the corner of the room. It was average. Just a simple queen-sized bed, with a dresser for him to put some stuff in.

Lizzie smirked. “Alright then, make sure to enjoy yourself and get plenty of pictures. If you manage to get a nice handsome stud, you better make sure to share all of the details.”

Annie laughed. “This is only a business trip, I probably won’t even go hit up a bar. Still, I’ll make sure to let you know if anything good happens.”

“That’s the spirit girl. Make sure to treat yourself and have a good time no matter what happens.”

“Right, well take care. I’ll let both of you know when I land, and Gregory, do not give your aunt any trouble or else that grounding for the party will look like a reward in comparison.” His mother kissed him on the cheek and then left.

The room immediately chilled the moment the door shut. Gregory and Lizzie stared at each other as if they were about to get into a gunfight. Lizzie placed her hand on her hips and stood straighter as if bracing herself for a fight.

“Now then I’m going to set the ground rules. First thing is if you’re going somewhere then let me know beforehand. Second, I don’t want anyone over here without my consent, especially your friends.”

Gregory rolled his eyes. “Got it.”

“Now then, feel free to play your game or whatever you want to do in the meantime. I got some stuff I need to do. I’ll let you know when dinner’s made, and we can go from there.”

“Thanks.”

“And stay out of my bedroom. I keep all of my stuff in there and I don’t need it moving around the place.”

“Will do. Doubt there’s anything worth taking a look in there for anyway.”

Lizzie left the room, leaving him alone. Gregory ruffled through his bag and pulled out his game systems to help him pass the time. He had enough here to keep him busy for a little bit, and he was sure the web would be able to provide him with some entertainment.

He started up one of his game systems and went to the last game he played. Time passed, and not once. He looked at his phone, paying vague attention to the time as it passed. The story of the game and the pretty girls it had kept him somewhat interested.

Boredom eventually crept into his noggin, and he turned it off. He laid on his bed, wondering what he should do. For a moment, the idea of calling his friends and seeing if there was anything they could do came to him, but then that would mean letting his aunt know.

“It’s going to be a long couple of days.”

Eventually, the need to stretch his legs came over him. Gregory walked down the hall, wondering if there was anything he could watch on TV. The smell of cooking food hit his nose, and he could hear music coming from the kitchen.

Gregory grumbled. “Hope there is some food I like there. Ain’t no way I’m going to become a damn herbivore.”

He passed by her bedroom door and stopped. Again, curiosity nibbled at his mind. His eyes went to the handle and then back down the hall. Again his mind warred with itself, wondering what he should do. He looked down the hall, trying to listen for some indication of where she might be, but the music prevented him from knowing exactly where she might be. Eventually, he sighed and gave in.

“Well what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. Besides, she might have some good shit in her room.”

He stepped into her room and looked around. The room was simple, with a dresser and a vanity to the side. Pictures were on the wall of her, his mother, and various other people over the years.

“There is no way it's this simple. There has to be some more stuff hidden here, or something. Not with how secretive she is.”

Gregory went to the dresser and looked through it, only to find various pieces of clothing. He felt something hard hidden amongst the socks and grabbed it, only to freeze at the sight of a vibrator. He placed it back and ran his hand down his shirt.

“...I didn’t need to see this damn thing.”

He went to the vanity, wondering if he would be able to find anything interesting there. Still, nothing caught his attention, aside from the dozens of makeup there. “You have enough makeup to last you years, why do you need all of this stuff?”

Gregory went over to the closet and opened it. To his surprise, he saw that it was a vast walk-in closet. He stepped inside and looked at all of the clothes hanging. There were various dresses, shirts, blouses, pants, and more. It was almost as if he had stepped into a clothing store with how much there was. Then, a faint reflective sheen caught his attention. He moved deeper into the closet and noticed something shiny in the corner.

Gregory gaped. “What the fuck?”

In the corner of the closet were multiple tight leather outfits. Some of which were simple leotards. The was a large cut in the top of one, which would have shown off the underside of the wearer's breasts. Cuts were on the side of some and would have shown bits of their hips, while others had cutouts in the stomach region. A few of them looked like they were meant to reveal everything, with a key-shaped hole over the crotch of one.

“These looks like the clothes of a dominatrix or something.”

Gregory pulled out a drawer and saw leather gloves inside. Next, he pulled out another drawer and saw various sex items, including a whip inside. He grabbed the small whip and frowned. His hands tightened on the crop. He swung it as if he was going to smack someone with it. His hands ran over one of the outfits, and admired the cold leather.

“There is no way she just has these because she likes wearing them.”

“What the heck does she do?”

Gregory scrambled, trying to think about everything he knew about his aunt and what she did. With the amount of money she had, it had to be a well-paying job, but he couldn’t quite say what it was.

“Is she some sort of sex worker or something? It’s the only damn thing that makes sense considering all of the clothes she got here.”

Greg threw the riding crop down as if it was covered in a white liquid. He looked at his hand and shuddered.

“Ok, now I need to go to the bathroom or something.” His eyes darted to the floor and the fallen crop. “Can’t let her know I was in here.”

He hesitantly picked up the base of it as he tried to keep calm. The image of him smacking someone with it made a slight thrill go through him. Yet a tiny curious part of him wondered if it would make the same noise. He playfully flicked his wrist, and a surge went through his body at the sound it made.

Again he flicked his wrist, and a little cracking noise came from it that made his heart skip a little faster. A slight grin formed, and he whipped it again. The crack resounded through the closet a little louder. His grin became a full-blown smile.

Greg had to admit it was a little fun flicking it back and forth like a toy. With every little crack of the riding crop, more of his skin cleared up. All of the dark patches of skin he had disappeared. Every piece of body hair vanished from his skin as if it had never been there before. Not even a trace of it remained. Even the small beginning of stubble he had was gone. In mere seconds, he had perfect smooth and hairless body hair, which would have made other stare in envy.

“Ok, it's something small, but it will do. Now that I got it out of my system let’s get out of here, before I press my luck anymore then I already have.”

He turned to the door but stopped as the urge to take a little more came to him. One of the nearby drawers called out to him, and he could feel his hands ache. It gnawed at his mind. His hands curled in eager anticipation. The cautious part of his mind quieted as the eager part of him called out for his attention. His eyes roamed over the room, the clothes, the jewelry, and the rest of the drawers.

“One more thing couldn’t hurt. Just another small thing. Then I’ll get right out of here before she wonders where I am. Besides, I might learn something else about aunty.”

His eyes roamed the room, looking for anything else that might be worth something. Again he looked at the drawers inside, wondering if there was anything small he could take.

Gregory took a heavy breath and peeked inside. Inside were various pairs of handcuffs. Some were fluffy, while others were only made of cold metal. One of the sturdier, heavier ones caught his attention. He grabbed them and was surprised by the weight. It was almost as if he was holding a solid brick. He closed one of the cuffs around his wrist, a slight clicking noise resounding from them as he did. He wrapped the other end around his wrist. The metal dug a little into his wrists, making him flinch slightly as smooth cold metal dug into his wrist. It was as if someone had wrapped a five-pound barbel around his waist,

“So that’s what the real deal is like.”

A low pop came from his wrist, giving it a little more mobility than it had previously. His palms got smaller, the rougher skin easing as the skin softened. His fingers diminished, losing some of their sausage-like looks. All of the calluses on them softened ever so slightly. It didn’t stop there. Like his hands, all the fat on his arms hardened into trim muscle. His biceps hardened, with faint, well-developed muscles appearing on them. A snap resounded from his shoulders as they lost some of their girth and gained a rounder appearance. When they finished, they had the same feminine grace and power his aunt had.

“Damn, could really do some damage if you’re not careful with these.” Gregory used the key and unlocked them. “She probably won’t notice if one set goes missing, besides, there is nothing special about these.”

He shoved them into his back pocket with the riding crop. “Now is there anything else I could take with me? Might as well go for three things. It's a nice number.”

Gregory looked around, wondering what else would be good to take. His eyes went back to the closet, and he looked inside. All of the clothes called out to him, catching his attention. Again the drawers caught his attention. Finally, his eyes rested on the numerous shoes; he thought that would be an excellent place to start.

“Got to be smart about this. Can’t take something too noticeable, or else she would notice they were missing immediately. Then mom will tear my ass up.”

A plainer pair of heels caught his eyes. He looked closer at them and ran his fingers over them, covering them in a thin layer of dust.

“Maybe I should just move these around instead. Would probably throw her off. But I did say I would take 3 things. Damn it what should I do?”

As Gregory thought over what he should do, his feet curled as the sensation of someone tenderly massaging his legs went through them. They unfurled, filling less of his shoes with space. His toes moved erratically as a burst of energy went through him that filled him with life. They moved from side to side. Small faint little cracks came from his feet like popcorn as they continued to get smaller. In mere seconds they had become petite womanly feet that looked off on his enormous legs.

The rest of his legs lost fat and muscle as they slowly gained the same slender appearance. Every bit of blubber on them thinned as the jiggle they had reduced. His thick stocky calves lost some of their mass. Prominent muscles appeared on his legs. There was hardly even a slight wiggle to them now with how much smaller they had become.

It reached his thighs, but unlike the rest of his legs, his thighs swelled in size slightly, but what stood out the most was the muscle they were gaining. They strained the seams of his pants, making him wince slightly, yet the strain on his body increased with every second it continued. The tantalizing flesh there kept multiplying, growing with fat and muscle. They rubbed together with how much was getting there, forcing Gregory to adjust his stance. Seconds later, his legs had become perfect long seductive legs with thick thighs that would have made people go crazy.

So thick and curvy they were that they made his pants dig against every little curve of his changing body, yet a grin formed on his face despite it all. His junk pushed against his pants zipper with such intensity it felt like it was trying to break out. He brought his hand down to the visible mound and shuddered in glee.

“Might have to keep these pants around, even if wearing them in public would be a problem.”

They felt like they were about to burst off his body with how much they strained against his frame. Gregory hummed as he pulled at them again and tried to ease them, but no matter how hard he tried to adjust them, they were still just as tight as they were. Every little move and scraping of the fabric against his body was like someone was playing with his body.

“Feels good to mess with those.” Gregory continued to pull on his pants, savoring every erotic bolt that came from them. “Maybe I should go back to my room and have some fun.”

He looked at the time on his phone and was surprised to see how much time had passed since he had entered the room.

“Ok, now might be the time to call it quits. No need to get greedy. If anything bigger goes missing, she will definitely notice something is up. But then again, it might be best just to grab one more thing. Just something to make it an even four.”

He stepped around the room, his sneakers slipping off his feet with little issue. Gregory looked at them for a moment and then waved them off as he continued to look around the room.

“I’ll just put them on before I sneak out of here.” Gregory tried to see if he could tell where his aunt was but couldn’t. “I think I have a little more time before she starts looking. Wonder what she is making that's taking her this long to finish.”

Again Gregory began looking around the room, trying to find anything else that could be a good find. Finally, his eyes settled on a small black box. He opened the box and saw various pieces of gold and silver jewelry on the top. There were several trays under them, and he pulled them out. The first tray was filled with various necklaces, the second had multiple bracelets, and the last tray had a variety of earrings and rings.

“Ok now this is the jackpot. Must really make a lot of good money as a sex worker don’t you auntie.”

He picked one of them up and turned it over in his hand like an inspector. Even though he wasn’t a professional, he could tell they were worth a considerable amount. The gems in them shined brilliantly, and he knew they would sell for a reasonable price.

“Damn now these are some nice jewels. Did you get them from a guy who needed your services or some simp who couldn't stop staring at you?”

As he stuffed his pockets with the less noticeable jewelry away, a sudden pain came from his hips. Gregory moaned as his hips pushed further apart. His pants strained with every added centimeter as his hips became more prominent. The hemline of his pants dug into his body, making him groan. He sipped his fingers between them, and another bolt of glee came from them.

A rough gasp came from him that he was unable to suppress. Like a needy slut, he rubbed his hips. Euphoric bursts from them spiked with every little rub, filling him with life. They called to him, begging to be explored. He pulled on his pants, trying to adjust them, but they continued to dig deeper and rough harsher against his widening frame. A slight thigh gap formed between his legs with how large his thighs had gotten, yet they continued to grow.

The pleasurable bursts from his expanded hips eased to more manageable levels, yet he couldn’t stop. “Oh this feels so damn good.”

Gregory pulled his hands away from them and breathed through his nose as he tried to get his head on straight. It called out to him, begging to be explored, yet he was able to restrain himself. Again the smell of food reminded him he wasn’t alone in the house. “Let’s get your head in the game, dang it. You can't afford to lose your focus over a little glee pleasure like this.”

His mind scrambled, wondering what would be the next thing he should take. Nothing else came to him at first glance. There didn’t seem to be anything worth much. But then, an idea came to him.

He rushed over to the dresser and pulled out the drawer. He moved the batch of underwear hiding the vibrator to the side and grinned. Gregory picked it up and chuckled. “I’m sure this will get under her skin.”

A pull between his legs made him shudder. He rubbed his heating crotch. A large lump encountered his finger, and he spasmed. He traced the outer edge of it as it gradually got smaller. The increasing heat between his legs made him increase the rate of his rubbing. He faintly noticed how much smaller his worm was getting, but he paid it little thought. Finally, the tip of his member entered his body, making him bellow in absolute glee as a new wet hole formed between his legs.

“Gahhh!”

Gregory continued to rub between his legs, moving his balls closer to his new hole. Every brush made him spasm as if he was getting a blowjob. His legs trembled like small branches in the wind. Every bit of his strength went to his legs to remain standing. His balls entered his body, making her gasp again. She leaned against the wall as juices came down her legs.

Curiosity got the better of her. She turned the vibrator on and breathed as it rumbled in her hand. Her hands shook as she slowly brought it closer to her new needy vagina. The vibrator brushed against the outer edges of her crotch. She shuddered in delight, and with one mighty heave, she forced it in.

"Goooo!"

Slowly it went deeper into her crotch. She gasped. Fluids came out of her nether regions, making her sigh in delight as they did. They trailed down her thighs and wetted her pants and underwear, but she didn’t care. She pushed the vibrator in further and twisted it around, trying to find the best spot.

“I see why girls would use these now when they don’t have a guy!”

Gregory turned the vibrator off and placed it down. She breathed in and out. Her fingers inched closer to her aching hole. Again, they brushed against the edges of her cootchie, and again she shivered in delight. Her appearance in the mirror caught her attention, and her frazzled hair made her pause. She sighed as she moved her hand away.

“She’s going to know something is up if I don’t do anything about it. Let’s try to fix up my looks.” She looked for a brush, hoping that she would have that in there.

“There we go. Now let’s get fixed up.” Gregory slowly combed her short hair.

With every stroke of the brush, her ebony locks lengthened. A more fabulous luster shone through them as if more light was shining. It got softer every time she pulled the brush out of her hair. The slight curls of her hair had disappeared as it brushed against her shoulders and kept going. Finally, she stopped when her hair had become a long beautiful mane of black hair, which softly tickled the small of her back.

“Ok, now let’s go and put on some new clothes and try to hide this smell. She’ll know something’s up if I show up smelling like this.”

Gregory went to the door but stopped as she passed her mirror. Again her reflection caught her attention. Her flushed, rosy cheeks glowed. A thin layer of sweat trailed down her cheeks. Even though she no longer looked like a mess, it was clear something had happened.

“Would be bad if I didn’t leave without a nice prize, and I’m sure she has something there that would help me out.”

She went to the vanity again and looked over all the items inside. A bright red shade of lipstick caught her attention. She grabbed it and twisted it, and placed it on her lips, which swelled the moment she did. A frown formed with how off it felt. Suddenly, she knew she needed to pucker her lips. She did so, and this time the lipstick didn’t feel weird as it was applied.

A smile blossomed at how nice it looked. Gregory grabbed the mascara and gently applied it. As she did, her eyelashes grew slightly longer. Next, she looked among the various blush, looking for one closer to his complexion. When he found the one that suited him best, he applied it with the same skill and expertise when they first began. The freckles on his face disappeared one by one as if someone was taking an eraser to them until they were gone. His face softened slightly with every bit of blush added to his cheeks. The sharpness of his cheeks disappeared and gained a rounder, softer appearance. When she finished, gone was the face of a young boy, and in its place was that of a mature beauty in her late 20s with only the slightest hint of crow’s feet around the corner of them.

A frown formed as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She grimaced at her exposed tummy and her struggling pants. No matter how nice they made her body heat up, they didn’t look good.

“I need some new clothes. These don’t do a wonderful gal like me any favors.”

Gregory rushed to the closet and looked at all the clothes, trying to find something to wear. They all called out to her as if they were a chorus of children vying for her attention. Her eyes roamed over them all, trying to think which would be the best to try on. The sports bra and dresses called to her, and she knew they would hug her body wonderfully, even if she were a little lacking in the bust and butt department. Again she looked through the closet, trying to find something good to wear. A grin formed when her eyes landed on the leather attire. Gregory ran toward them, eager to put one on.

As she rifled through the clothes looking for something to wear, the sides of her waist curved inward as if the tight clothes were crushing her body. A sultry moan came from her as her waist narrowed. She brought her hand down and savored the increasing curve of her figure. Another groan came from her as it tightened around her body, yet she continued to look through them all. Her hourglass figure became more pronounced, and the flare of her hips became more enticing the longer it went. Soon, she had gained a slender waist, which would have enraptured many, even if the only sign of her hourglass figure was her hips.

Gregory stopped. “This is perfect.”

Without even a moment’s hesitation, she stripped off her old clothes and put on the sexy attire. She tightened the corset straps, showing off how thin and tapered her stomach was. The straps of her clothes pressed down on her body. Tiny little squeaks came from her outfit as she slipped it on. The cups of the bra hung loosely since there wasn’t anything there, yet it hardly mattered. When she was finished, she admired herself and how the clothes tightly hugged her figure.

“Now, let’s see how it feels to walk around in this.”

Gregory strutted around the room. The tight leather she wore squeaked as she did. She moaned as her nether regions, chest, and butt felt like someone was rubbing her body, trying to memorize the curve of her figure.

Her ass ballooned, swelling larger as more padding appeared on her rump. Her fingers were pushed out by the growing power her cheeks had. She breathed harsher as she struggled to get herself under control. A mad grin formed. She smacked her expanding bottom and relished in delight at how big it was getting. Every little burst was like a gift from God with how it made her body light up. Little red marks appeared on her ass with how harshly she dug into them.

She frowned as the growth of her ass slowed, much to her dismay. Like a child in the last minute of an event, she tried to make every little burst of erotic arousal she could get more outstanding than the previous. She sighed when her ass finished growing and let go of it. Her twin lower cheeks drooped ever so slightly, making her stumble from the weight of her fat ass's release.

“Did I tie a pair of apples to me or something?”

Gregory looked over her shoulder and examined her massively improved ass. She rubbed her buttocks and shuddered in aroused glee at the taut solid rear she had now. The leotard copped her ass and raised her ass marvelously. It was so massive that it would catch the attention of everyone she walked away from and leave them with a compelling view.

“Now we are talking. This is an ass everyone would go crazy for.”

Gregory shuddered again. An erotic gasp came from her that would have made many cream their pants in desire. The same warmth and excitement coursed through her chest. She placed her hands on her flat chest in eager anticipation. Her nipples perked, and she smiled brightly. Small lumps formed on her chest. More mass appeared on them. The weight of her chest increased, and she rolled her shoulders as her growing bust pulled on her back muscles.

The leather of the corset mushed her breasts together, making them almost pop out of her chest. Her bust pushed against the leotard, making her giggle in glee. Squeaks came from her clothes as they struggled to contain her growing jigs. The outline of her nipples was barely hidden as they pushed against her clothes. They drooped slightly, yet they still had a slight perkiness. Her breasts finished growing when theft had become an F-cup that rivaled melons.

Again, Gregory looked in the mirror and saw nothing of the boy who had been there. Instead, there was a buxom mature woman in her late 20s or early 30s who would have caught the attention of everyone. She picked up the riding crop and smirked as she placed it on her shoulder like a sword.

The door opened, and Gregory froze. She turned and saw her aunt standing there. For a moment, Lizzie was shocked to see her and then relaxed.

“Well, it looks like I was right to place those spells around my room.” Lizzie grinned. “After how much of a bad boy you had been, I wanted to make sure that my stuff wouldn’t just run off.”

“You know about this?”

“Of course I did. I placed some security measures on my stuff to ensure no little thieves took it. Now let’s see what you took aside from my clothes.”

Gregory grimaced as her aunt’s expression became more severe with every item. Her fingers curled. She looked at him with a cold, furious look that made his heart fall into his stomach.

“You really are a greedy little shit aren’t you for taking all of this? Are those my shoes?”

“They completed my outfit.”

Lizzie took the crop from Gregory and placed the tip of it under her chin with a saucy smirk. Gregory gulped. Lizzie smirked maliciously, looking at him as if he was a gnat on her food.

“You might look and act like a dom, but when you face a real one, you turn into a little submissive bitch don’t you?” Lizzie slowly moved the crop down Gregory's cheek and dragged it across her shoulder. “Well then Gloria because of what your filthy mind has been up to, I’m going to put you to work. I know just the guy who will be happy to work with a new girl like you. Nice guy to help break you in and get a feel for being a true dominatrix.”

Gloria chuckled weakly. “Well I guess we can put all of this behind us.”

“You think you can try to rob me, your aunt, and that everything’s going to be peachy keen? No, you’re going to have to work to pay off your little robbery attempt. Oh don’t worry about your mamma. As far as she’s concerned you’re just someone who lives with me and helps takes care of the house. Once your attitude improves I’ll change you back…maybe. If you feel like changing back after all the fun you have.”

Gloria trembled, her hands curling and hugging herself. The thought of being with a guy made her want to hurl, yet a part of her couldn’t help but be excited and eager to meet her aunt’s client. Already her nether regions warmed in eager anticipation.