Christina's Stories

These stories are from the life and past of Christina. Her life as a transformed female that loves latex. She also throws in some of her own stories that she has written.

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Author’s note: I had initially made this a lot more complex but also one caption. It was just the first part and then had the Director going off and doing her routine. Was quite boring to be honest. Also when I gave Miss Chie a look at it while it wasn’t negative feedback, it made me rethink how I was working it and the story is all the better for it.

This version I feel is a lot better. Its more grounded around the people and also gives her a reason for what she was doing.

There is potential for a part III & IV too so as always stay tuned

Complex 8

Part I

Director Beeson enjoyed looking out over the city. The thin glass skyscraper, piercing the sky at the edge of river Thames had some of the most stunning of the city. The Director loved to stand, watching the world pass by beneath knowing that her efforts and the efforts of those who worked for her kept the Gynarchy safe and secure.

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What an outfit!

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EVERYONE'S A WINNER

The California sun beat down on the boardwalk with a cruelty reserved for the beautiful. Britney, Sasha, and Amber—the unofficial trifecta of toxic perfection that ruled Hermosa Beach—sat slumped on a low concrete wall, their thousand-dollar sunglasses failing to hide their misery.

“I can’t look at myself another second,” Britney whined, glaring at her own reflection in her phone screen. “My jawline looks pathetic. It’s disgusting.”

Sasha adjusted her swimsuit, the fabric straining over her absurdly round, surgically-enhanced breasts. “Tell me about it. My ass has lost like, a quarter-inch of projection since Coachella. It’s a tragedy.”

Amber, the de facto leader with her platinum blowout and perpetually pouty lips, scrolled through a fitness influencer’s page. “It’s never enough,” she sighed, a hollow ache in her stomach that had nothing to do with her celery juice cleanse. “You work, you starve, you bleed at the gym… for what? To still feel like a fraud?”

A few yards away, under the shade of a cheap umbrella, sat Kyle, Brad, and Marcus. Their kingdom was a trio of battered laptops, the glow of their screens painting their pale, pimply faces in a sickly blue light. They were deep in a World of Warcraft raid, their voices a low mumble of strategy and stale Cheeto dust.

“God, look at them,” Britney sneered, nodding toward the boys. “So… content. So unbothered. It’s offensive.”

“I’d kill to feel that bored,” Amber muttered, a dangerous, desperate idea beginning to crystallize in her mind. She’d heard whispers on the darker corners of the internet about a pop-up shop in Venice called “The Shift.” They sold… experiences. One-time deals. No refunds.

“Come on,” she said suddenly, standing up and shaking out her long, honey-blonde hair. “I’m done feeling like this.”

An hour later, the three girls stood in a dusty, incense-choked back room behind a tattoo parlor. An old woman with too many rings smiled a gap-toothed smile and laid out three tarnished silver medallions on velvet.

“The exchange is simple,” the woman croaked. “Wear the medallion, touch your counterpart, speak the desire. The shift is temporary… at first. But the mind… the mind adapts. It finds its true home.”

The girls exchanged a look of wild, giddy fear. This was insane. It was perfect.

Back on the beach, the boys were packing up, their raid a success.

“Dude, my Paladin is so OP now,” Marcus was saying, when a shadow fell over him.

He looked up. Amber, Britney, and Sasha stood over them, looking uncharacteristically… nervous.

“We have a proposition,” Amber said, her voice unsteady. “A… game.”

She explained it quickly, her words tumbling out: the medallions, the swap, just for a day. A taste of the other side. The boys stared, mouths agape. This was a cruel joke, a set-up for some humiliating TikTok.

But then Amber knelt down, her medallion cool in her hand. She reached out and placed her palm on Kyle’s clammy forehead. “I wish… I wish I knew what it was like to not care,” she breathed.

Kyle gasped. A sound like tearing silk filled his ears. His vision swam—the world tilting, colors inverting. A violent, wrenching crack echoed through his skeleton, followed by a series of softer pops and shifts. He felt himself… folding inwards, then exploding outwards. His t-shirt and cargo shorts melted away, replaced by the faint, itchy sensation of sand against suddenly-smooth, toned skin. A heavy, delicious weight settled on his chest, pulling his posture into a natural, hip-cocked stance. His hair— her hair—tumbled around her shoulders in a perfumed, blonde cascade.

Oooooh… fuck…

The thought was his, but the voice in his head was higher, bitchier, utterly confident.

Look at these nails. Immaculate.

Kyle—no, Amber—looked down. French tips. A perfect tan. And the view… two magnificent, round breasts pushed together by a tiny swimsuit. A wave of pure, unadulterated power washed over her, hotter than the sun. She felt… incredible. Empty of that grinding, anxious need to be perfect. She just… was.

To her left, Brad was experiencing his own metamorphosis into Britney. He watched, mesmerized, as his own scrawny arms softened, tanned, and toned. A dizzying rush filled his head as his center of gravity dropped, a new, plump, and perfect ass manifesting beneath him with a soft, fleshy thwump. He ran a hand—a delicate, manicured hand—through his new long, hair and giggled. It was a light, airy, cruel sound. He loved it.

Meanwhile, Marcus felt Sasha’s athletic, gym-honed body claim him. His frame tightened, muscles becoming lean and defined in a feminine way. His chest broadened then refined, strong shoulders tapering to a tiny waist. He felt an overwhelming urge to roll his hips. He did. It felt natural. Fuck yes.

On the other side of the exchange, the girls were undergoing their own revolution.

Amber’s consciousness slammed into Kyle’s body with the force of a freight train. The first sensation was a glorious lightness. The crushing pressure of maintaining her appearance—gone. The constant, low-grade hunger—vanished, replaced by a rumbling appetite for nachos. She stared at Kyle’s hands—his hands—calloused and stained with energy drink residue. She flexed them.

Britney’s mind, now piloting Brad’s body, felt a profound sense of calm. The shrill, critical voice in her head that picked apart every pore was silent. Instead, a quiet, focused curiosity hummed. She looked at Brad’s laptop, the game still idling on the screen. She understood the UI instantly. It made sense

Sasha, in Marcus’s form, took a deep, full breath. Her lungs didn’t feel constricted by a too-tight sports bra. She could slouch! She immediately did, a grin spreading across Marcus’s boyish face. The social anxiety of being watched, judged, lusted after—poof. Invisible.

The six of them stared at each other, a bizarre mirror.

“Well?” the new Amber (formerly Kyle) asked, her voice a perfect imitation of the old Amber’s sassy tone. She put a hand on her new hip, feeling the satisfying jut of bone. “This is fucking fantastic.”

The new Britney giggled again, applying a glossy pink lipstick she’d fished from a tiny purse now attached to her wrist. “Right? I feel… free. To be, like, a total bitch. It’s my birthright.”

The new Sasha just smirked, cracking her new, slender neck. “Let’s go get mojitos. And make some guys buy them for us.”

The former hot girls, now in their nerdy male vessels, watched them go with expressions of blissful relief.

“They… they like it?” the new Kyle (ex-Amber) asked, his voice scratchy with disuse.

“Who cares?” the new Brad (ex-Britney) said, already commandeering the laptop. “Check out my character’s new loot. The stats on this axe are insane.”

The new Marcus (ex-Sasha) slumped back in the beach chair, finally comfortable. He opened a bag of Doritos, the crunch loud and satisfying.

And as the sun began to dip, painting the sky in pinks and oranges, two very different groups found peace. On the patio of a seaside bar, three beach bimbos laughed too loudly, relishing their new-found, unearned power, their cruel comments rolling off tongues they now owned completely.

And under the umbrella, three nerds—happier than they’d ever been—plotted their next digital conquest, the only curves they cared about rendered in pixels, the only validation they needed flashing on a screen in the glorious words: VICTORY.

Everyone, finally, was exquisitely, perfectly happy.

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Rubberhusk

I wrote this for one of my slaves. Enjoy. 

   I want you to imagine waking up and rolling over. You wipe away the sleep from your eyes to be greeted by a dark, black, figure standing over your bed. You blink again and everything comes into focus. It takes you a moment to realize what exactly you’re looking at. I’m standing at the side of your bed, looking down at you, but I’m not me. I seem to be dipped from head to toe in some sort of liquid rubber. You see it hug my muscle definition like a second skin. Your gaze travels from my blank, black eyes, past my mouth, lips encased in ebony rubber, arms handing limply, mindlessly at my sides, down my torso, and finally resting on my cock, standing at attention, pointing directly at you. 

   You finally gasp at the sight before you and jump up onto your haunches, backing up to the headboard. “…Master?” You meekly ask. I don’t offer a response. You ask again, “…Master? Is that you?”. This time your curiosity gets the better of you and you crawl forward, arms outreached. The first thing you touch is my abdomen. You can feel the slick rubber under your fingertips, and it sends a shiver down your spine. My continued stoicism leads you to venture further. You stand on the bed, looking me right in my inhuman, blank eyes. Your hands trace the my jawline and you marvel at how the substance seems to have seeped into ever pore, coating my eyes, in between my lips. Your thumb gently probes into my mouth, parting my lips. You gasp as you see the extent of the black substance invading me- coating the inside of my mouth and down my throat. You look again at my eyes with worry and despair, wondering if your Master is anywhere inside of there. “Who did this to you?” You wonder, fearing who could be powerful enough to enslave your Master and show him the bliss of thralldome like you have enjoyed for so long.    

  As you sit back on your knees, your curiosity gets the better of you. You stare down the barrel of my hard, rubber encased cock. Normally, by this time of waking up, you would have already been throat or pussy deep on my cock, waking me up like a good little slutslave. The sight of it now, the girth and veins highlighted by the substance coating it, sent another shiver down your spine, but this time it ends in your pussy, which starts to drip. Almost as if in response, you notice my cock twitch a little, and a bit of black, viscous liquid ooze out of the tip. It’s the first unaided motion of me since you discovered me. You gasp as a torrent of memories come flooding back- the pleasures of being thrall, sucking, fucking, and being a good slutslave.    

  You inch forward on your hands and knees till my cock is at the tip of your nose. The smell wafts into you, of pre cum, but sweeter. You can’t help it- your tongue darts out as you look up, thinking you’ll see a reaction from me. I offer none, and you wrap your lips around the head of my encased cock, continuing to look up, hopeful that this will bring me out of my mindless state. The taste and feel in your mouth is familiar, but something deeper is different. You suck, closing your eyes, getting into it, as more and more liquid leaks into your mouth. You swirl it with your tongue before swallowing it. It tastes so sweet, so amazing. You feel it slide down your throat and you feel a warmth follow.   You look up again, hunger in your eyes. Your lips part with my cock with a wet slurp and you moan. “Fuck me”. With those words, I suddenly come to life, crawling onto the bed following you. At this point, you can barely think straight, the ooze that you ingested making your mind soft. As my hands wrap around your wrists, you feel a tingle wherever my rubber body comes in contact with you. You moan, a low and guttural moan, partially out of fear, but mostly out of lust.      I don’t have to force myself, as you spread your legs for me. I slide in easily and your eyes roll back as you lose yourself to the pleasure. Your senses were firing on overdrive. Every touch, every caress, every thrust, set off a cascade of pleasure that rippled across your body. Add to that my lips locking around your breasts and you start quivering. “oh godddddd….” you moan, only matched by my silence and non stop fucking.    You arch your back just, and I pull out of you. You whimper in response, but your longing to be filled doesn’t last long as I pull you up in front of me. I sit down on the bed and you follow, knowing exactly where to be. You bend a bit at the knees and waist and reach between your legs to spread yourself. My hands find your hips and guide you down and your fingers brush against my shaft as it splits you apart. You moan again and your eyes roll up as you reach behind to steady yourself on me. You start bouncing up and down and I match the rhythm with my own hips, pressing off the bed and driving deeper and deeper into you. “Looks like you found my new toy.”   

   You languidly look to the left, at the source of the voice and see a woman, encased in the same kind of rubber as me. The material only coats her torso, however, like a leotard, and her arms and legs with mid bicep length gloves and mid hip length boots. She is blond, with shoulder length hair, and she’s gorgeous. Her breasts are round and perfectly perky and her abs barely show through the skintight material. Her pussy was magnificent, its outline traced and nothing hidden. “Mistress.” you hear my raspy voice from behind you.    You almost stop fucking when you hear me speak for the first time…almost. You can’t really stop, as the lust and desire have taken you over. Your soft mind tries to process what is happening, but the women fills in for you. “I took him, your Master, for my collection. I needed a new rubberhusk and he was a prime option. He resisted at first, but once he understood the pleasure of being a rubberhusk, he willingly accepted. Your Master is no more. Just as you will be.” You try to get up, but my strong grip keeps you in place, bouncing you on my shaft. You didn’t really try that hard anyways, as by now, your mind can’t really thinking of anything else but being filled by me.    "nooo….“ you barely whisper.    "He’s such a good rubberhusk. So mindless, so obedient,” the woman says as she walks in front of you, watching as you fuck her toy. “There is nothing more in there but desire, lust, and pleasure. It really is bliss to be my rubberhusk. You’ll soon understand. Rubberhusk Chris, please cum.”    You feel a warm sensation flood your pussy as my muscles tighten underneath you and I pull you down, deep onto my shaft. I cum and you can do nothing but cum with me, thrashing in ecstasy. Your eyes roll up, you can’t focus on anything as your muscles clench. Your back arch and your knees buckle as you rest on my hands holding you down on me. After what seems like an eternity, my cock twitches one last time with a small splurge inside of you. You collapse to your knees, with a wet plop as you slide off my cock, landing in front of me facing your new Mistress. You sway in the wind, barely able to stand tall on your knees. “Mmm…beautiful. You should feel it now, it must be so hard to think.” She bends over and takes your face in her hands to gaze into your eyes. “Yes, you’ll soon be perfect.” Her gaze shifts down and you follow, reaching your hand down to your soaking pussy to investigate.    Your hand comes up covered in a black goo. It drips down your fingers and leaves a trail of rubber, coating your fingers and making them tingle with pleasure. You shake them with feigned effort, but the ooze doesn’t go anywhere, just continues to drip upwards, defying gravity. You look down and notice your pussy is now covered in the substance. It flows into you and encases your mound. Suddenly, it feels like a million tongues are licking you. Your head rolls back and your mouth opens in a long, silent gasp. “Yes…doesn’t that feel good? Being a rubberhusk will always feel this good.” You moan now, staring into her eyes as your new Mistress starts to play with herself. Her fingers slip into her snatch and you see how the rubber coats it. You imagine that’s exactly what your slavepussy looks like now. You whimper and your jaw clenches as you feel the ooze invade your ass, sliding into you, filling you, and starting to pulse with pleasure.    The black goo continues its path upward. Its covered your hips and has started to move past your knees. You feel it crawl up your spine. As it reaches your breasts, it feels amazing, like its being kneaded and teased in just the way you like. You almost cum again as it reaches your nipples, coating, encasing them, in rubber joy. “Rubberhusk Chris, please kneel over here.” You see me move out of the corner of your eye, kneeling at attention right in front of facing Mistress. She walks forward, placing her rubber pussy right in my mouth. She moans as I wrap my hands around her ass, pulling her close as my tongue starts. “Its so hot to see a rubberhusk being made.”    You feel the ooze at your neck, creeping up past your jaw. You keep gasping for breath as your hands, now with a mind of their own, starts to finger fuck your rubber encased pussy and knead your rubber coasted breast. Now its in your mouth, you feel it flowing down your throat, coasting it in rubber. You choke a bit, but it doesn’t take away from the pleasure that’s continuing to overwhelm you.    

“Yess…. your eyes…” Mistress moans. And that’s it, you feel ooze over the rest of your face, covering your eyes, enshrouding you in darkness. You moan, one last time, as you cum. Mistress cums too, but you don’t notice, you’re too lost in your rubber prison of pleasure.  Your back arches, your arms fall to your side as you quiver and twitch as the last of what makes you you, is coated in rubber servitude.    

Your arms come to a rest at your side and your breathing returns to normal. Inside, however, you’re assaulted with pleasure. The rubber skin feels amazing on you, it fills you with pleasure and new purpose. You can feel it undulating in your ass and slavepussy, kneading your nipples, wiggling inside your ear, interfacing with your brain, helping you think correct, obedient rubberhusk thoughts.    "Stand, my new rubberhusk.“ And you do, wordlessly. As you obey, your body rocks in mini orgasm, a reward for being obedient. Mistress has pulled my head back from her pussy and she walks around you, examining her work. “How does it feel to be a rubberhusk?”    "Perfect.“ you say, cumming again in rubber obedience.

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No thoughts. No identity.

Just spinny.

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Stranger Reading

A nice quiet afternoon. And where else to find one than the local library? Relaxing with a good book was always something that is underestimated. Even in this day and age where a good amount of literature can be found on the internet, there were still a surprising amount of people there. Likely due to the local university as most of the patrons seemed to be around that age. The stranger browsed through the isles deciding on the history section. Not many students were fond of the "boring" history section as it was mostly empty, save a pair of girls at the end of the isle chatting not so hushedly. Our stranger moved in closer as he perused the books.

"I don't think I could have chosen a lamer topic for my report," said the shorter brunette.

Looking up at her friend, the lanky tall girl with raven hair pulled a book from the shelf. "It's not that bad. Medieval times has knights and princesses and all the fairytale stuff."

"Amy, are you telling me you'd rather be here than with Josh or at a party?" asked the bored girl.

"Well of course I would but we have to finish this before next Friday," Amy insisted.

Looking at her friend with a smirk, "Well it has to be done but who said we had to do it?"

"You are not saying what I think you are. I'm not getting kicked out over a report Lisa!" Amy almost shouted.

Lisa brought her finger to her lips, "Shhhh! No one needs to know but us. We just have to get someone to do it for us."

"And how do we go about that? I'm not paying anyone, I'm already broke," Amy asked.

"Boys of course! A little flirting with some book nerd virgins here and we'll be set. We just lead them on and they'll do what we ask like lost puppies," Lisa proposed.

"I don't know. I don't think it'll work. I mean we aren't exactly cheerleaders here," Amy said gesturing to her thin body.

"Don't worry. Look at those guys over there. They don't look like they've ever talked to a girl before. It'll be easy," she said making her way over to the table.

Some people had no respect for the past or the advancement of knowledge. These girls were living proof of it. This put the stranger in a more mischievous mood. Today they would learn. They would all learn. Lisa slinked up to the table with her friend where two well dressed and seemingly knowledgeable boys sat with books open. Before she opened her mouth a wave passed through the building, pushing through them and passing briefly. Everyone's eyes unfocused for a bit and they shook their heads to clear the blurriness. Feeling better Lisa proceeded with her plan.

"Hey boys, whatcha doing? Can we join you?" she asked leaning over with her hands behind her back to thrust out her meager B cups towards the boys in a standard t-shirt that showed not a hint of skin.

Flustered the two turned to the girls. Both boys had a similarly scrawny build and varying degrees of acne. Both wore polo shirts buttoned up and dress slacks. They were indeed prime material for Lisa's trap. Not particularly skilled with the ladies but more so with school. They exchanged a look before the one with glasses responded.

"Umm, yeah. We're just studying for school," he stammered out.

"Great! I'm Lisa and this is Amy. We were doing a report and saw you smart looking guys and thought maybe you could help us," Lisa said taking a seat next to the boy that spoke.

"I'm Terry and that's Richard," said the spectacled young man gesturing to himself and his friend nervously.

"So will you boys help us out? It's just so hard to figure this stuff out," Amy said with a mock pout.

Richard looked at his friend then back to the girls. "Sure we'll do it. What is your report on?"

Amy piped up from behind her friend, "It's, like, about medieval times and stuff."

"Ok well we'll go find some books to help," Terry said as he and Richard stood up, their shirts a little tighter than before.

"Oh goodie! Thank you guys so much. We totally owe you," Lisa said as she watched the boys leave.

They didn't look all that unattractive now that she got a good look at them. She adjusted her pinching bra as she turned to Amy who was fidgeting behind her, rubbing her hands together and staring off lost with pouty lips. "This is going so well Ames. We'll have this done in no time and still have time to party!"

Back in the book isle Terry and Richard set off in disbelief of what just happened.

"Man did you see those girls? They were all over us," said Richard as he followed Terry.

"I know man. That short one was really hitting on me," Terry said undoing a button from his tight collar.

"Then I get that tall girl. She was kinda cute in a shy way," Richard claimed. "I bet she's wild in the sack."

Terry looked through the books as his mind foggily drifted to the girls. He wouldn't mind banging those chicks even if they were a little plain looking. His face was much clearer than before increasing his overall attractiveness. His thicker neck was leading down into a more athletic looking body than it was before. Turning toward Rich he saw much the same physique on his friend. Both had on a white t-shirt with the university sports team logo on it and jeans. They obviously were physically active, probably why those chicks came over to them. Solid pecks could be seen through their shirts and bulky biceps were filling the sleeves. Reaching up with a meaty arm Terry pulled down a book.

"Uh, dude? When did this medieval stuff happen?" Terry asked as he turned to Rich.

"Fuck if I know man. Just look at the covers till one looks right," Rich shrugged as he started pulling books down. Terry followed suit pulling random books down and discarding the unworthy ones to the floor.

Lisa was applying lip gloss on her more prominent lips as Amy paced behind her in her 3 inch heels.

"Just relax Amy. When they get back we'll totes have this in the bag," Lisa said placing her lip gloss into a purse she didn't know she hadn't had a moment before. She sat in her seat with her legs crossed and chest thrust out in perfect posture to show off her attributes best. Lisa was shorter than Amy and a little thicker. Wide hips stretched her shorts as thick thighs and ass filled it. Her perky D cups gave her enough bouncy cleavage in her halter top to show the boys. Amy on the other hand was a broom stick on heels. Thinner hips on long legs in jeans with a thin torso hidden by a babydoll t-shirt. She had a worried pout as her blond streaked hair framed her face.

"But, like, what if we get caught? I don't wanna get kicked out of school," Amy whined.

"Silly, we're not gonna get caught. Those boys are totally smart and they'll figure it out. Then maybe they'll fuck us," Lisa added with a smile.

Amy wasn't the smartest but something sounded odd about this. She tried to think of a reason why as she glanced over at the isle the boys went into. At the end of the isle there was was someone or something she couldn't quite make out. A shadow of sorts. As she tried to focus on it, it became blurrier as her mind became more hazy. Feeling a bit dizzy she fell back into the table next to Lisa with a bounce. Looking down she saw her fat F cups titties wobbling in her lime green dress bulging over her tight bra. Chunky nipples dented the fabric as sizable cleavage was visible from the plunging neckline as it tapered into her thin waist and meatier hips. A cute bubble butt thrust into the table and led down to long, smooth, defined legs capped with dainty feet in 4 inch platform heels.

"Omigawd you are such a klutz Ames. I swear if you were any more boob you'd, like, fall over," Lisa said looking at her friend.

"It's not my fault they got so big. It's really had to, like, focus and stuff," Amy said trying to stand back up.

"That's why we got these boys to help us silly. Just show your boobies and they'll think for us!" she reasoned to her friend.

"Omigawd you are so smart Lisa. I bet they'll totes let you suck their cock," Amy said as both girls spaced out thinking about the cock waiting for them as their clothes seemed tighter.

"Dammit man. This shits hard," Terry said dropping another book into the pile at his feet. His clothes were tight on his swollen muscles much like Rich's. Looking down his jeans were packed tight with his thick cock being pressed into the fabric. He couldn't wait to get back to those chicks but first he had to find a book. "All these are so boring."

Rich was digging through his row, dumping books on the ground. "I know man. These chicks better put out for all this," he reasoned as he tossed another book. Feeling like he was being watched Rich glanced over at the end of the isle. He caught a glimpse of something that he couldn't make out. Suddenly he became dizzy as he braced himself against the shelf. Looking over he saw Terry doing the same. With an involuntary lurch he leaned back as his body swelled larger stretching his ill fitting clothes. In pulses his chest pushed forward into the flimsy shirt as his neck and arms pushed against the fabric causing it to creak. Hard well defined muscles were pressed against the article as his body bulked up into something that was closer to a professional body builder. His legs enhanced as they competed for space with his growing cock as it tried to free itself from it's confines. A tearing noise was heard coming from Terry as his shirt tore down the front and at his sleeves. With a shimmer his top reformed into a still tight tank top as his bulging shoulders braced him on the shelf. With a meaty hand Terry grabbed at his head, knocking his glasses off. They fell and impacted with the books below shattering into dust as they vaporized. Rich watched his friend beef up as his own clothes adjusted. His shirt became less constrictive as it turned to a spandex material, ideal for working out. His jeans billowed as they rose becoming more spacious shorts with a still very large bulge. As the changes subsided his friend looked up at him confused.

"Uh, what're we doin' Dick?" he asked.

Shaking his head to clear the fog, Dick looked at all the books around. "Dude we were s'posta get some dumb book for those chicks. Fuck that Tank, lets get out of here," Dick said turning back the way they came. The two hulking men wandered back to the table, scratching their prominent bulges in anticipation.

Amy was kinda dumb but she was fun to make out with. Both girls had occupied themselves since they'd been left alone. Lisa had gotten horny watching Amy bounce around and proposed they make out till the boys got back. Amy dumbly agreed and was currently mounted by Lisa on her chair. Amy's thick fat lips sucked on Lisa's as they groped each other needingly. Lisa's smaller F cups bulged out of her halter and into Amy's fat HH's that strained her minidress as Lisa pulled at her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric. Long bronzed legs were exposed beneath Liza as she straddled her friend causing her miniskirt to lift up and show her thin lycra g-string and her very large ass as she thrust it back into Amy's frisky hands. Both girls moaned and dripped as they played with each others bodies. A loud slap echoed as Lisa's ass jiggled violently causing the girl to yelp as she looked back. Both girls sat with mouths agape at the towering pillars of man meat before them.

Gripping a massive ass cheek Tank smirked, "Hey babes. Lets get outta here and have some fun." Dick stood up next to his friend, creating a wall of muscle.

Lisa pushed back into Tank's hand as she slowly stood up and leaned into him. "Like, I bet you're bunches of fun," she said tracing a hand down his well muscled torso with a long pink nail till she came to his bulge in his pants. He only grunted and slapped her ass again in response.

Amy stood up in her tiny minidress and 5 inch spike heels and tried to balance her fat jugs out in front of her as she bounced over to Dick, falling onto his broad chest. "So umm, Richy. You're, like, really big," Amy said rubbing her tits into him and playing with her platinum hair.

"Name's Dick," he said thrusting his bulge into her stomach through his shorts. "I am big but so are you babe," Dick chuckled as he palmed one of her fat tits causing her to moan.

Bimbo's in hand the guys high fived as they turned toward the door. They briefly wondered why it had taken so long for them to pick up these chicks and why they were at the library in the first place. They were going to fuck what was left of these girls brains out as dumped what was left of their brains out of their balls. A wave released them as they were let loose into the world.

Nick sat in the back of the library trying to be left alone as he read over the summary of a short novel. The library wasn't really anymore crowded than usual but it seemed a bit louder for some reason. Brushing it off he went to put back several books he'd picked up to skim over. The science fiction section was empty except for him as he navigated his way. Walking down one of the isles he saw a book sticking out that he didn't notice before. It had a bright and colorful cover that drew his eye and he found it odd that he had passed it before and not seen it. Walking over instead of putting it back he instead pulled it from the shelf. He was confused as he looked at the cover. "The Perfect Bimbo" it read. The book was not very long but very colorful with a bright pink cover that had a very well endowed woman on the front blowing a kiss at him. It must have been a prank or something. There was no way the library would have a book like that, especially in the science fiction section. As he looked at it though, he found himself a bit turned on. The girl was quite attractive. Wondering what her lips would feel like on his… He had to turn this in to the front desk.

Nick made his way to the front of the building but his eyes kept wandering to the cover. He could almost see her tits bounce as he walked. She was a real bimbo. Long blond hair, thick DSL's, massive tits and a big ass all wrapped up in slutty pink spandex. He grunted as he grabbed his hardening dick through his pants. God this was getting him horny. He kept walking as he the book seemed to concern him less and tent his pants more. He made it to the end of science fiction and he realized he was fully hard. Looking down across his swollen chest he saw a bulge below. Stroking his dick with one hand through his pants and staring at the book in the other, it felt like his dick was getting bigger even though it couldn't get harder. It was getting harder to think. He slowly made his way forward as he publicly fondled himself. Looking at a table across the way, two hot chicks where making out, both about as bimbo-y as the girl on the book he had. Off to the side he saw some big jock bending a busty redhead over a table before he ducked into the biography section.

His dick was aching in his tight compression shorts. Large swollen balls bulged around his thick shaft. His tight torn t-shirt resisted against his hardening form as his expanded mass continued forward. He held onto the book looking at. It aroused him: the color, the girl, he needed it. The odd thing was he had no idea what it said. The words on the front meant nothing to him, only the picture. His shorts were now nearly transparent as his lengthened member pushed into it relentlessly. His fat balls pulsed with a dull throb at the same rate as the throb in his brain. Each time he thought to resist, his balls filled. Nick stopped and leaned on a shelf to catch his breath, knocking several books off. His expansive mass stretching his shirt with each breath. He dropped his book finally as he staggered down the next isle only to be met by a girl even more exaggerated than the one on the book.

What could loosely be described as clothes were pushed aside as she lay on her back pleasuring herself. A small pink skirt was hiked up around her waist and an even briefer pair of panties dangled at the end of a high heel as she spread her legs wide. Thick pillowy thighs formed into a plump jiggling ass as she thrust into herself. She had a toned waist if any could actually see it underneath her dominating huge chest balloons. They covered her whole chest and, if she sat up, there was no doubt they would rest in her lap heavily. One of the massive orbs was till contained in some sort of tube top as the other bounced around chaotically with it's thick swollen nipple pointing angrily at the surrounding books. So bloated they were, that Nick couldn't even see her face. The fattest cock suckers he would have ever seen mouthed reflexively at a ghost cock as her empty hole waited for something to suck on. Platinum pigtails fell beneath her and gave her the necessary bimbo handlebars to keep her fuckable form planted on a cock.

Nick's cock twitched at the sight before him. A perfect specimen to fuck. The perfect bimbo. He attempted to pull down the band of his shorts but the added pressure just caused them to rip open. His forearm sized dick shot forward and his painfully full balls dropped out with a sloshing noise. Bending down in front of her he got ready to position his fat cock into her. Her fat bouncy tits slapped together as he slid his dick against her wet pussy for lubrication. As he pushed over her clit she gasped and shuddered as she came, sending her body into a fit of jiggles. This thrust his throbbing member into her waiting cleavage and sent Nick over the edge. He came harder than every time he ever had, all at once. Grapefruit sized balls emptied into her titty crack with such force and magnitude, her chin and face became spattered as it overflowed. His muscled chest pressed into her jugs as he convulsed on top of her, smashing her tits like pumpkin sized bean bag chairs. Leaning over he could finally see her vapid face as he came down from his super orgasm. She seemed to realize a man was near her and beamed with delight.

"Omigawd! Are you, wike, gonna fawk me?" she barely managed through her swollen fucklips. Nick didn't answer with words. He only pulled back and readied his still hard missile at her entrance, then pushed into his waiting bimbo not noticing the book next to her he could no longer read.

One would think that a library would be quieter. And normally it would be. Samantha however wasn't in the mood to deal with troublemakers today. Librarians are always seen as uptight and she didn't feel like playing up to the stereotype as she sat behind the front desk. Blond hair tied back, she dressed rather conservatively to hide her larger D cup bust and shapely figure she tried to just get through the day. She was feeling weird and the day was almost over. As she went through the overdue books list a shadow came over her. Looking up she saw a rather busty redhead who looked out of place at a library. Her blouse was maintaining a struggle to hold back her tits that, from her view, may have been bigger than her own. Curly red hair fell around her face as she placed her tits onto the counter for support as she held a book in her hands. The girl looked equally lost and dumb.

"Your card," Samantha said in a monotone voice at the girl.

Looking nervous the girl shifted a bit. "Umm, I don't, like, want this book. I found it," the girls said handing her the book. That was quite the odd statement to hear. Someone turning a book in because they found it, in a library. She eyed the girl suspiciously as she retrieved the book. Looking at it she could see why the girl had brought it to her. The cover had a massive man on the front that would make a Chip 'N Dale dancer blush. Bulging muscles and a too small pair of shorts that struggled to contain what looked like a small animal.

"My Perfect Hunk," Samantha almost whispered as she read the title. She looked up at the confused girl. Though it would likely be a book up that girls alley, it wasn't something she thought the library would carry. "Thanks, I'll find where this goes," she reassured the girl. The redhead just smiled and stepped away from the counter. As her breasts slid from it they bounced heavily in the top causing her to lose a button which went unnoticed by the girl. She turned on her 4 inch heels and bounced off to some boy toy she had near the back as Samantha watched her ass bounce through her tight shorts.

Picking up a scanner she actually found a barcode on the book and scanned it. Oddly enough it was something they did carry. The index code though was giving her a location in science fiction though. This day was full of surprises. Standing up she adjusted her tight red blouse and knee length orange skirt. Science fiction was near the back and she made off with book in hand. Deciding to avoid people she went through the side isles. It was longer and she wouldn't likely be bothered. It also gave her time to mess with her top. Looking down she could actually see gaps in the buttons. Not everyone was gifted with G cups like her so she had a hard time shopping. Stopping to pull at her bra she found herself drawn to the book. Chiseled body and a big dick. She moaned thinking about finding a guy like that. She was starting to get hot now. Luckily no one was around to see her hard nipples as she traced the hot guy on the cover with a pink nail. Trying to focus again she shook herself from the totally cute guy and marched forward. She nearly tripped, forgetting she had been wearing her 5 inch stilettos. She was so ditzy sometimes. Each step she minced forward unable to take large steps due to her tight pink skirt that held her legs together. This caused her body to ooze sex. Wide hips swung which caused her ass to bounce in time with her tits as each step landed. Every step for Sammy was erotically painful. Her tits rubbed against the tight fitting top with every step. As she hit the end of the isle she lost two buttons on her top.

"Oh pooie," she pouted between thicker lips. That just meant more shopping later.

Sammy entered the biographies section as her arousal crept back on her again. Looking at the book again her mind got more foggy. It was getting hard to look at it as her tits blocked more of her vision. K cups strained her top as that last remaining buttons suffered with no bra to hold them back. She licked her lips as she stared at the cover, one hand snaking it's way down to her crotch. She was so horny her juices were dripping from her inadequate thong and onto the brown carpet below. Almost hypnotized she focused on the book until her finger found her clit. Hitting that sent her into a spiral. She bit on her swollen lower lip as she dropped to the floor landing on her knees and dropping the book. The force shattered the rest of her top as the material reformed into a bright pink tube top as her monstrous jugs surged forward again filling the new top to capacity. Her skirt shrank even further as she pulled it up to better access her pussy. She brought her unused hand up to her mouth and started sucking on her fingers in desperate need as her lips bloated further around them. She leaned back as she dove three fingers into her lower parts causing one of her heaving chest mountains to pop out of her top. Her blond hair whipped about in their pigtails as she fucked herself vigorously. Finally the hefty weight was to much and she toppled back with a thud as her new body jiggled. Pulling her hand from her needy mouth she used it to help remove her obstructive thong. She slid it down her legs leaving it hanging from her shoe as her ass thrust into the carpet, helping prop her pussy up for easy access. Now she could get some work done! She pumped her fingers fast as she felt a climax coming.

"Gotta cum… gotta cum… gotta cum weal hard!" she lisped. "Uhngg!" Sammy came with the force of a hurricane. With it, any knowledge of any books she was surrounded by vaporized. Fat tits wobbled as they slapped her face with each shudder of her pussy. She felt like a million bucks as she lazily fingerfucked herself out of reflex. Catching her breath she looked over at the book she was carrying earlier. Just thinking about that guy got her going again, then suddenly she felt something hard rub her clit and she came again. Abruptly there was something jammed in her tits and with a mighty blast cum erupted from them. Her funbags oozed jism that leaked all over her as she saw a goliath of a man lean over her spasming dumbly into her tits. Looking up at him she realized she found her perfect hunk.

Sitting peacefully in plush chair, reading a book was a truly relaxing way for Melissa to relax on her day off. A middle aged mother of two hardly had time to herself these days. A modest and average looking woman, she often lost herself in steamy romance novels, imagining herself in them instead. Her blandly plain "mom clothes" likely wouldn't put her in a position to recreate them either. Basic jeans and a white blouse clung to her frumpy body that she had started to let go. Messy brown hair pulled back into a hairband gave full view of her slightly chunky face. She didn't even give a thought to the college aged boy who sat two seats over that seemed to be cramming for some exams most likely. Eagerly she made her way through her book awaiting the juicy parts to come.

As she turned the page a strange wave washed over her. Her eyes unfocused for a moment as she brought her hand up and pinched the bridge of her nose. Clarity coming back to her she looked around. She was still alone except the college boy who appeared to be having the same problem as he leaned forward wiping his eyes. Looking at him, Melissa thought he was a little cute. Definitely too young for her though. Clearing the thoughts from her head she recrossed her legs, feeling the smooth skin rub together exposed from her jean shorts all the way down to her cute shoes with a 1 inch heel. Pulling her book back up to read her arms pressed her apple sized breasts together, creating a line a cleavage in her v-neck blouse. She loved reading romance novels. Well some were kind of more trashy than romance. She usually skimmed through till she got to the part where they started fucking. She flipped through the pages lazily as she looked for the more "action" oriented parts. As she turned the pages her vision soon became impaired as her curly brown hair fell over her eyes.

Dropping her book in her lap for a moment Mels parted her hair to the side so she could see. Her glossy brown curls were just one of the signs that she made an effort to look good. Older than the local college girls, Mels had to keep up her appearance so she could stand a chance at getting a date, or fuck. Just because she had to kids didn't mean she had to have a boring life. She worked out and made sure that her boy-toys kept her energy up. And boy-toys they were. She loved younger men. It was so sexy to find a young stud that wanted to fuck her more mature body rather than some tiny young tarts. She wasn't a little girl, she had much larger womanly charms. Her wide hips from childbirth set a foundation for her bubbly ass that barely hid under her stretchy black skirt. If that didn't get the boys then her cougar sized cantaloupes would. The boys that thought a cheerleader with D cups was big were often dumbfounded by her cock gobbling G cups. Not that one would stay there for long with her thick often red painted lips so close by. It was a wonder that with a body like hers that she didn't have more kids. Any time her son brought home a friend she would spend her time teasing him, or even her daughters boyfriends. The perks of having kids in high school, and also having kids while in high school. It wasn't long before her junior year started and she got knocked up by the varsity quarterback. She would have likely gotten kicked out for her poor grades had she not been caught with half the football team. At once. Having not cared for education or reading it would be thought very odd that she would be in a library of all places. Well the library had two things. Young men and her favorite porn mags. Looking down over the crest of her tits she lifted her magazine from her lap. "Cawkz" wasn't about reading so much as looking at all the oiled and nude men with some rather large equipment. Mels squirmed in her seat, rubbing her thick thighs together and biting her lower lip as she flipped through the pages.

Often when she came here she would try and get off a couple times before picking up guys. As Mels delicately manicured hand made its way beneath her skirt she looked up from the rippling muscles on the paper and over to the college boy not far away. He was really cute and a bit familiar. His muscles pushed his t-shirt out and his large legs were spread apart in their shorts as he sat. If only she was across from him she could see his package. She bet it was big. Most notably though was he was looking at her, well mostly her tits. Not exactly something that happened rarely, she leaned forward a bit, giving him an eyeful of cleavage as her tits bulged out the neck of her yellow stretchy top. With a grunt the stud rose from his seat, towering in stature and made his way over. His clothes hugged his form as hours of gym work, as opposed to school work, was being showcased. Not to mention something that doesn't come from the gym. The taught bulge in the front of his pants. His shorts did little to conceal the outline of his most massive and delicious parts. Her eyes locked so intently that she didn't realize he was now stood in front of her, ogling her plush form. Short quick gasps escaped her mouth as she panted. From his side was a rustling. In his large hand he brought up a magazine he'd been reading. Well "reading" not as accurate as leering. It was open to a two page spread. In the corner was the stamp "Bewbz" denoting the title of the magazine. It shimmered as the stud spoke.

"Uh, hey babe. This you?" he asked hopefully, eyes still locked on her tits.

Tearing her eyes from his packed crotch Mels saw a familiar picture. A two page spread of a woman that needed two pages. Fat tits exploded from the woman’s chest and rested on her thighs as her wide ass propped her up even as she straddled a large dildo buried in her. Long brown curls framed her swollen lips as her tongue dragged across them having nothing else to play with. In the top corner in fancy cursive was written "Melons Exclusive".

Looking down was a landscape of tit flesh. That was Melons alright. Milfy Melons in some publications. It was hard not to be noticed with a body like that. Her top could have been mistaken for a spare tire had it not been leopard print. She liked playing to the cougar stereotype sometimes. Fat jugs in animal print screamed "I want to fuck". It didn't hurt that she often was on the cusp of falling out either, or that her large rear snuck out to play when she bent over, usually unnecessarily. She wasn't shy. As a premier fat tit model she got to do it all the time for magazines like "Bewbz". It's about all she was good at aside from fucking. Since she never finished school and was always looking for young dick, she didn't really develop many other skills. High school jocks to babysitters to neighborhood boys she had her pick. Posing in dirty magazines that boys steal to read when their parents aren't home only helped make the fantasy woman she had become to them all the more fuckable when she asked it they had "ever fucked titties this big sweetie?"

Now her kids were in college and she was in no shortage of cock. Not that her kids were any smarter than her. They mostly partied as mommy put them through with her modeling. Her son Chad was a football star like his father but about as smart as a goalpost which ironically was his nickname with the girls. Well endowed as he was, he had many friends from college that were fucking her after the games as much as Chad was the cheerleaders. Speaking of cheerleaders, her daughter Cassy was one being a year younger than her brother. And if she could find a babysitter for the night. She was on the same track as her mom in high school after luring boys in with her bouncy cheer tits. After meeting the boy that knocked her daughter up, she fucked him till she passed out from cumming with his cock in her ass. Her daughter picked a good one.

Now here she was, wedged in her chair clearly meant for a woman not so "bountiful". She thrust her trademark tits out as if they were a landing strip for dick to land if this studs shorts were to burst. It took everything she had to look him in the eyes.

"Like, totally. How many girls got titties this big?" she said giving them a wobble for emphasis.

He stood enraptured as they jiggled before him. Melons could practically see his cock twitch. It reminded her of her magazine. Still gripping it in her hand she brought it over her tits horizon. In nude glory with a a dick that could be used to hammer nails into wood, was the stud standing before her. In bold letters read the name "Buck". Letting the magazine fall to the floor she leaned forward and dropped to her knees, smashing her fat boy catchers into his strong muscled thigh.

"Oh! Em! Gee! You're, like, Big Dick Buck! You feel bigger than the pictures," she said as she traced the outline in his shorts with her nails.

Reveling in the attention he was getting down below, he could almost feel his shorts get tighter as she said his name.

"That's cuz pictures are tiny. I ain't tiny," he muttered as he tucked a thumb into his waist band and slowly lowered them.

Slowly his thick shaft came into view as Melons drooled in anticipation. Suddenly Bucks crotch appeared to throb as his balls swelled up larger, pushing his dick out of the cramped space and landing his plum sized head right between two open and waiting lips. Out of reflex she took as much of his swollen girth into her mouth as she could. She bobbed vigilantly on him, causing his massive testes to dislodge from their confines and bounce heavily on her gargantuan cougar cushions. The biggest of "Cawks" and "Bewbs" were about to suck and fuck each others brains out. Melons couldn't wait to have his fat balls slapping against her big ass as he pounded her so hard she mashed her mammoth titties into his vast sculpted chest from being filled to the brim with cock. All she could manage right now though was to drool and moan on the fat tool as Buck started to thrust deeper into her waiting throat causing her udders to fall out of her top. Again.

Looking around at the controlled chaos he made, the stranger was pleased overall. These people would enjoy his special books indeed. He made his way to the exit as he cleaned up a few loose ends. A boy standing nearby who had been ogling the hot girls remained unchanged as he hadn't bothered getting any books. With a wave of his hand the boy doubled over grabbing his crotch. His cock became rock hard as he started to cum in his pants. With each violent blast his balls dumped, his brain emptied and his muscles expanded. He convulsed on the floor hunched over as his clothes tore off him as he grunted hard with each spurt. He grabbed his belt with his newly enhanced hands and ripped his belt in half along with the front of his pants. Flexing his muscles involuntarily his now huge cock erupted from it's confines propped up on massive swollen balls as he continued to empty them onto the floor in front of him. A shaking pile of testosterone with only one head to think with, he was no longer a threat. The man began stroking himself to another brain numbing orgasm as the stranger moved on.

A couple embraced near the door terrified as they watched the man transform. The stranger walked past them and out the door quietly as they stood in shock. They looked around at the orgy that was happening and slowly turned to leave. Before they could though the door opened and the stranger poked his head in.

"Oh yes. I almost forgot. You two. You don't get away," he said retreating back outside.

The couple looked at each other worried. Suddenly the boy broke from his embrace and put his hands on the girls shoulders forcing her down. Confused she followed his guidance as she became eye level with his crotch as he had a bulge forming. Instinctively she opened his pants causing his fat dick to rise up and slap her in the face. She looked up at him pleadingly as his member bobbed in front of her. The boy then firmly grabbed the back of her head and shoved her onto him. The girl thrust him deep into her throat and then fell back gasping for air. She looked up at her strong man as he took his smaller shirt off. Looking down he grabbed her hair and started to fuck her face forcefully. She slurped on his dick willingly as her tits swelled in her blouse. Fat whoppers bounced against his legs as she pleasured him. His fat dick swelled in her mouth with every thrust. Finally his climax hit pumping her full of his cum as his body swelled larger. The moment his cum hit her she exploded from her clothes. Her ass tore her jeans in half as her tits rose to make standing a daunting task. Fat lips thickened and locked on his prick so she wouldn't miss a drop. Even after the ripped meat head was done pumping into her, she still tried to milk his cock for more while playing with her chunky nipples. With a 'pop' and a giggle she let his dick fall from her freshly fucked hole and fell onto her back, sending her now bloated hooters to smack her dumbly in her face as she spread her thick legs, exposing her dripping sex through the tear in her overtaxed pants. Still hard, her boyfriend or whatever he was just dropped to his knees as he took the opportunity to continue fucking. They didn't remember why they were there, in a place of books when reading was a bit beyond them, or how they had even been before.

Outside the stranger wandered down the sidewalk with a hop in his step. He got some reading done and some practice on a larger scale. It felt good to stretch those muscles every once and a while. He made his way home thinking about how he should entertain himself tomorrow. Maybe he should sleep on it. Tomorrow could very well be a big day.

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Sophie X Elodie

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Change of Priorities

As a nun, she was well used to devotion, to obedience, to not questioning her higher power. She was equally well experienced in working hard to fulfill long term goals, missions beyond her understanding, the wants of her betters. Not to mention the physical and mental dexterity to finish whole rosaries without error.

While her focus has been turned from her former unseen, unheard God to her very beautiful, very present Goddess, her diligence has not changed. The gorgeous woman who had appeared without explanation, had effortlessly wrapped the former nun's obedience around her impenetrable authority. She was a far less demanding mistress than the nun's previous master. Goddess didn't ask for her to put off pleasure, didn't ask for faith in the unknown, didn't demand hours of long boring prayers. Instead, her new worship was far more visceral. Now she worshipped on her knees, tongue busy, body screaming with lust.

She even got to continue using her rosary. Goddess held it now, of course, counting off one by one each reverent orgasm her nun gave her. When she finished the 59, Goddess would wrap that sign of her old faith around her neck and pull, then the nun would be granted an orgasm of her own.

More than god ever gave her...

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Sooo beautiful 😘😍

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