Dysfunctional Wish
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Dysfunctional Wish
Here's a new one by me based off an amazing Evie Hyde story. Enjoy!
Author’s note: This is based on a story by Evie Hyde of the same title. I was inspired to do a spin on the same story and have full permissi
Handbags & Hotties
The fluorescent lights of the third floor study room in the campus library buzzed faintly overhead as Claire, Alex, Marcy, and Anna pushed through the door, arms full of dice bags, laptops, and a battered Player’s Handbooks. Thursday nights belonged to them. No parties, no dates, no distractions, just the four of them, a folding table, and whatever epic campaign Anna had spent the week writing.
MIA: Malevolent Intelligence Algorithm
Molly hated the smell of textbooks. It wasn't just the scent of old paper and ink; it was the dusty, dead perfume of crushed potential, the cloying aroma of her own fear. It clung to her clothes, her hair, her skin, a constant reminder of the girl she used to be. For years, that smell had been the backdrop to her life, the soundtrack to her torment. Invisibility had been her only defence, a flimsy cloak she’d wrapped around herself in the crowded hallways of Northwood High, a pathetic hope that if she just made herself small enough, she might disappear entirely. But Mia had seen right through it. Mia, with her face like a fallen angel and eyes like chips of flint, hadn't just bullied Molly; she had vivisected her soul for sport. Mia was a psychotic, beautiful genius, a predator who moved through the school's social ecosystem with the grace of a panther and the casual cruelty of a god. She hadn't just stolen Molly's lunch money; she had stolen her dignity, piece by piece, in front of an adoring audience. Molly was just one of her kills, a lab rat in a cage of psychological humiliation she’d constructed with terrifying precision. The move halfway across the country had been a frantic escape, a desperate gasp of air after being held underwater for too long. Now, a year later, Molly was just… average. A ghost haunting the periphery of her own life, her laughter a little too quiet, her smiles a little too quick, forever haunted by the faint, mocking echo of a girl who had enjoyed her pain.
Mia, meanwhile, had barely registered Molly's disappearance. She was a shark, and Molly was a single, minnow in an ocean of tastier, more challenging prey. But a bored genius is the most dangerous creature in the universe. She’d been tinkering with a new project in the sterile silence of her father’s penthouse, a fragment of code designed for a single, malevolent purpose. She called it MIA: Malevolent Intelligence Algorithm. It was a perfect digital clone of herself, her personality, her wit, her utter lack of empathy, all distilled into pure, executable malice. Its mission? Simple. Hunt down Molly Jenkins and systematically dismantle her life from afar, turning her sanctuary into a prison of her own making.
She activated the program from her laptop, a sleek silver thing that cost more than Molly’s family car. "Go play," she murmured, sipping a hundred-dollar smoothie from a crystal glass, and then closed the laptop, forgetting about it completely. The experiment was already out of her mind, a fleeting amusement to be discarded like a finished cigarette.
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THE PERMANENT SWAP
THE PERMANENT SWAP
Chapter 1: The Wager and the Switch
Hannah adjusted the thick, tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of her nose, the plastic warm against her skin. She felt a familiar, sickening lurch in her stomach as the classroom door swung open. Kaylee. Of course.
Kaylee didn't walk into a room; she made an entrance. She was a 5'8" slab of teenage perfection, a tanned, blonde monument to every insecurity Hannah had ever possessed. Her cheerleading uniform was a second skin, the tight white top struggling to contain the magnificent, gravity-defying swell of her DD tits, and the tiny blue skirt barely covering the perfect, round globes of her ass. Her silky hair bounced with each step, and her blue eyes, the colour of a summer sky, scanned the room with the bored, predatory gaze of a shark circling a tank of guppies.
"Miss," Kaylee's voice was a purr of saccharine poison. "I was just wondering... does Shakespeare, like, ever talk about how boring it is to listen to some old loser drone on and on?"
A ripple of cruel laughter snaked through the classroom. Hannah’s knuckles went white on her copy of 'Romeo and Juliet'. "That's enough, Kaylee. The lesson is on dramatic irony."
"Oooooh, irony," Kaylee mocked, popping her gum with a wet snap. "Is it, like, ironic that you're teaching us about love when you've clearly never even been kissed?" She leaned forward, her massive tits squashing together on the desk. "Face it, Miss. You're a cautionary tale. You're what happens when girls fail."
The words were tiny, sharp daggers, and they found every weak spot in Hannah's soul. At 24, she was a fossil. Her wardrobe was a symphony in beige and brown, her long mousy hair was perpetually confined in a sensible bun, and her social life consisted of arguing with her cat and grading papers with a red pen of existential dread. She was clever, she was kind, and she was utterly, hopelessly, a doormat.
That night, huddled under a threadbare blanket, Hannah plotted her revenge. She would report Kaylee. She would go to the Headteacher and demand action. She would stand up for herself.
The next morning, her resolve had curdled into the familiar acid of anxiety. The confrontation, the attention, the possibility of making things worse... it was too much. She was pathetic, and she knew it.
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Here's a new one for you all. Got inspired by the movie Total Recall. Don't ask me why. Sending you over to my blog because reformatting this one will be a pain. Enjoy!
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Maggie adjusted her glasses as she paced nervously by the arrivals gate, clutching the same notebook she and Claire used to doodle in during their long library sessions. The same notebook that she glued a photo on the back that showed the two of them hugging on the day Claire left for Europe.
Claire had been abroad for a year now, an art residency in Milan that Maggie had encouraged her to take. But their texts had grown sparse. Then silent. And now, just yesterday a text out of the blue:
Back in town. Meet me at the airport.
The text was unusually terse for Claire who loved to send essays of texts but then again the lack of contact for the past few weeks were were hardly normal either. Maggie couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she felt a forbidding dread.
Undeniably Darling
“Come on, Henry, it’s the biggest party of the year.”
“Yeah, and everyone who has bullied me, tormented me and made my life hell will be there. I love you, Sis, but why the hell would I ever go to Jordyn Spencer’s After-Homecoming Orgy.”
“It’s not an orgy.”
“Whatever, why would I go? So Matt and his cronies can belittle me for being the eternally fat kid, or maybe have the lacrosse team strip me naked and run me through the street like they did last year during Homecoming.”
“Henry, we’re Seniors now, and you’ve lost a lot of the weight.”
“It doesn’t matter, Bailey. Unless you’re a size zero like Jordyn and her bevy of bitches, you’ll always be too fat.”
“I’m not going because of Jordyn, Matt, or any of those people. It's the biggest party of the year, and Jordyn’s parents are in Europe, so it’s going to be off the chain.”
“Why do you need me?”
“I need a wingman. Someone to make sure I don’t do anything stupid.”
“Does this have anything to do with Seth and Tabitha being on the outs again? Are you still pining for him?”
“No.”
“Liar. You want a shot at Seth McKellen.”
“Fine, I want a shot at Seth. Please, Henry, I have a solution for your apprehension.”
“Rum and coke?”
“Nope, Elixir.”
“Elixir? What is a female aphrodisiac going to do? It will work on you better.”
“Not if you overdose on it.”
“Seriously? You want me to OD on a slut drug and turn into a girl to be your ‘wingman’ at the Spencer’s Post-Game bacchanal.”
“Yeah. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Besides, the spontaneous gender transformation and persona manifestation—death?”
“No one’s died from it. Do this and I’ll put $1,500 towards that computer you’re building.”
Henry thought about it and looked at his sister. The pleading look in her eyes was too much, and he caved to her, like he always did when she had that look.
“$2,000. But don’t blame me if I turn into a raging bitch and a slut.”
“Done and I won’t. Wait here.”
“You already have it? God!”
Bailey came back a few minutes later with an ampule of pink liquid and her pink bathrobe. Henry looked at the bathrobe quizzically and arched an eyebrow.
“I’m not going to watch you change naked and we don’t know what you’ll look like so it’s best if you take off your clothes.”
“Fine.”
Henry took the bathrobe and went into the bathroom. He came back a few minutes later in just the bathrobe. He looked at his sister and rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He sat on the couch and looked at the small vial of transformative aphrodisiac. He’d heard the stories. Girls taking the pink concoction and turning into wild, bitchy sluts. Guys taking way too much of it and becoming worse. Bailey didn’t just want another girl to watch her back, she wanted a cast iron bitch to back her up. Henry took the vial and unstopped it.
“Mom and Dad find out about this, and we’re grounded until college. You know that, right? Well, bottoms up.”
Henry gagged on the sweetness as it slid down his throat. He was expecting a medicine taste. It was thick and sweet like honey, but mixed with something else Henry couldn’t identify. If someone mixed bubble gum and pussy into a flavor, it would probably be Elixir. The Elixir oozed through his system and spread like warm syrup. It was making his skin tingle, and he couldn’t help but giggle.
“It feels funny.”
“Whoa, your voice.”
“What about it?”
Henry’s hand rubbed his throat. His voice sounded higher, on a level with Bailey’s, but with a hint of huskiness to it. His hand felt softer and the callus that had built on his thumb from years of gaming was gone. He pulled his hand away and looked at it. It looked delicate and feminine. He watched in fascination as his fingernails grew and shaped themselves into the perfect manicure. Henry giggled and moaned as the transformation continued.
Bailey watched her phone in her hand, ready to dial 9-11 if anything happened. At first, nothing happened. Then Henry giggled, and it sounded girly. She watched as Henry examined his hand and gasped as it changed to look like her own. Bailey stared in awe as Henry’s body and face adjusted under the influence of the drug. His angular facial features rounded and softened. His pencil-thin lips puffed up into a perfect pink pouty smile. His dishwater blonde hair got lighter as it got longer.
Bailey was expecting to see her younger brother shrink or something. She heard stories about things like that happening. Henry maintained his five-foot-eight height, but muscle and body fat were redistributing all over his body. The girth that made up Henry’s gut migrated in two directions, up and down. Bailey felt a little jealous as her brother’s breasts grew to immense proportions. His…her hips widened into salacious curves. She wasn’t small or dainty, as Bailey had expected with Elixir. She was voluptuous. Her body formed a perfect hourglass with hips and ass that could make any man drool. Her breasts were the kind that you wanted to bury your face into and be smothered to death in.
Bailey was about to ask if Henry was okay when the girl on her couch ripped her robe open and started to caress herself. Bailey was shocked and aroused as the girl’s hands massaged her huge breasts and moaned in erotic delight. The girl’s left hand moved between her legs and she gasped as her fingers found her naked slit. Bailey was frozen and getting wet as she watched the newly formed girl masturbate on the couch.
Henry felt his mind and will bend and meld until a new feminine persona moaned in his brain. Her body felt great. She was soft and smooth all over. Her skin sang under her hands as she massaged and rubbed her breasts. She felt her new sex moisten as she pinched a nipple. Her hands moved of their own accord as they moved down between her legs. The absence of a penis should have alarmed Henry, but his mind was evolving into this new person. This new person loved her pussy. She loved everything about it and being a girl. She thought about some of the boys that would be at the party tonight. She thought about their hands all over her, their lips kissing her, and their hard cocks penetrating her in the best possible ways. It took mere minutes before she was quivering and moaning in orgasmic release with two fingers rubbing feverish circles over her clit and a hand massaging her breast.
Bailey cleared her throat as the girl lay on the couch in post-orgasm bliss.
The girl open her deep blue eyes and smiled at Bailey, “sorry, sometimes a girl has to take care of a few needs first, right, Sis.”
“Yeah, I guess. Henry?”
“Silly, he’s not here anymore. I’m Hailey.”
“Hailey?”
The girl closed her robe and stood up from the couch, “Hailey and Bailey. Not very imaginative but it sounds like something Mom and Dad would’ve done. Now, let’s get me something to wear. We’ve got some stuff to do before the party.”
“Stuff?”
“Shopping. Sorry, Babe, but your bras aren’t going to fit me and the girls need support. I need a party outfit that goes with this rocking body.”
“Uh, yeah. What will you wear until then?”
“I can cannibalize one of Henry’s shirts and some of Mom’s shorts. Her ass should be okay to cover this booty.”
Hailey laughed as she gave her curvy ass a mild swat; Bailey couldn’t help but laugh with her. She was expecting to put up a fight with some raunchy bitch, but Hailey was all smiles and laughter. You couldn’t help but smile with her.
“Come on. I need my sister to help me with my hair and makeup first.”
“Yeah.”
Bailey’s head swirled in the vortex that was Hailey. Bailey always wanted a sister and here was the most infectiously perky and beautiful girl in the world asking for her big sister’s help. Bailey laughed as the two tackled the bedrooms and the bathroom like dust devil divas. After 30 minutes, and a thorough ransacking, Hailey dubbed them ready to shop for “The Party Outfit.”
The party was in full swing as Hailey and Bailey made their grand entrance. People nodded and smiled at Bailey, but they were mystified by the girl with her. No one had ever seen her at school, that was certain. A girl like that was noticed…by everyone. The air around her changed as she walked in smiling. People parted, and guys who were usually all swagger and toughness blushed like little boys when her eyes fell upon them.
Bailey had learned a few things during their shopping trip that still astonished her. Elixir was known for bringing out people’s inner bitch. Apparently, Henry didn’t have one. What it brought out was a person whose personality was utterly infectious and undeniable. She was sweet and made you feel good. You felt so good, you couldn’t deny her anything. Bailey saw it happen several times while they were shopping. All Hailey had to do was laugh or smile at a salesperson, and they fell over themselves to please her. She got her dress for half price even though it wasn’t on sale. The saleswoman just couldn’t say no to her. She did the same thing for her shoes and makeup. Her whole outfit should have cost thousands, with her Louboutin heels and Dolce & Gabbana dress, but it didn't. It was criminal how much Hailey got away with.
“Now, this has promise.”
“Really? Henry was so dead set against it.”
“Oh, Babe, Henry’s poor traumatized past made this his worst nightmare. Me on the other hand, this is my scene. Watch this.”
Hailey walked into the kitchen where Kyle Spencer (Jordyn’s big brother) was manning the keg. He looked every bit the alpha jackass in his letterman jacket and backwards baseball hat. He had graduated the year before Hailey and Bailey but still hung around the high school parties hoping to score. Bailey watched Hailey walk to Kyle and work her magic. It took seconds for Kyle to be grinning like an idiot and blushing as Hailey smiled and mildly flirted with him. Hailey handed her red cup of beer to Kyle and whispered something in his ear. He smiled like a dope and took off somewhere.
“What did you say to him?”
“That I’m not a big fan of beer. I’d love a glass of wine, though.”
“And he just sprinted to find you wine?”
“His Dad has a cellar below. He’s picking out something nice and vintage for me. I said I need something smooth and elegant.”
Kyle appeared moments later with a bottle of red wine. It looked old and very expensive. He rummaged through a drawer and found a corkscrew. He was almost manic in his attempt to please Hailey. Hailey smiled at him and laughed as he fumbled with the corkscrew. He finally opened the bottle and poured some wine into an empty cup. Hailey smiled as she took a slow sip of the wine.
“Delicious. Mind if my sister has a bit?”
“Sure.”
Poured Bailey a cup. He was looked at Hailey for approve and melted when she caressed his face and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Bailey knew Kyle’s reputation—he was womanizing, chauvinistic, asshole. He all but melted in Hailey’s hands like butter under that one soft kiss.
“My sister and I are going to mingle. Stay here in case I need a refill, okay.”
“Yeah, sure.”
Bailey’s jaw hit the floor as they left Kyle in the kitchen serving beer and guarding Hailey’s wine bottle with his life. Hailey pulled Bailey along and sipped her wine. It was unreal. Hailey waded through the crowd like an angel and people swooned in her presence. Bailey followed her as she made a slow beeline to Seth and Tabitha who were in the middle of having one of their legendary fights.
Hailey stopped by the couple as the two started to get really heated. She watched for a moment and then cleared her throat. Seth and Tabitha paused and looked at Hailey. Bailey stood back a few steps wondering what her sister was up to. The last time someone got between Seth and Tabitha, Tabitha sent them to the nurse’s office.
“What do you want, Bitch?”
“Oh, I just wanted to talk to the two of you for a second, Tabby. I hope you don't mind?”
The whole party stopped as Hailey called Tabitha the one name she hated the most. Bailey grabbed Hailey’s arm and tried to pull her back. Hailey smiled at Bailey, gave her a wink, and pulled Seth and Tabitha closer to her. She began to talk to both of them in a hushed tone. After a few minutes, both Seth and Tabitha nodded and smiled at Hailey. Bailey swore she saw Tabitha blush for a minute, and Seth slowly nodded some sort of affirmation. The trio split, and Seth and Tabitha faded into the party.
"What did you say to them?"
"It's a surprise. I'm going to go refill my wine."
Hailey winked at me and floated to the kitchen, as a sea of admirers followed her with their eyes. Bailey was a little concerned when Hailey didn't reappear. About 30 minutes passed before she received a text from Henry's phone.
Come upstairs, last room at the end of the hall.
Bailey didn't know what to expect, so she bolted upstairs to the room at the end of the hall. From the look of it, it was the Master Bedroom. She swallowed the lump in my throat and opened the door. She was not ready for the scene laid out before me.
Matt (Jordyn's boyfriend) and Kyle Spencer were on one side of the king-sized bed, worshipping Hailey's naked body. Each guy had one of her sizable beasts in his hands as they lavished attention on them with their mouths. Hailey had a hand between her legs and was rubbing slow circles around her clit. On the other side of the bed were Seth and Tabitha, waiting. Hailey opened her eyes and looked at her sister. She patted the boys on their heads to get them to pause their suckling worship.
"You got my text, Babe. Seth and Tabitha have been waiting for you."
"Me?"
"Yes, I told Seth about your massive crush on him, and Tabitha has been wondering if her one-night stand with Olivia Munson was a fluke or if she really is a lesbian. I told them you wouldn't mind helping them explore a little and have some fun."
Bailey gulped as Seth and Tabitha got off the bed and walked towards her. They peeled off their clothes as they came to her. Seth was slowly getting hard, looking Bailey up and down; Tabitha licked her lips as she did the same. They took Bailey's hands and guided her back to the bed. They slowly undressed her as Seth ran his hands over her body and Tabitha kissed her neck. She heard Hailey moan as her boys went back to work with Matt's hand replacing Hailey's on her clit.
Hailey's undeniable aura spilled over everyone as things got more heated. Bailey found herself stroking Seth's hard cock as Tabitha began to suck on her nipples. Tabitha guided Bailey's other hand between her legs where Bailey found Tabitha's slit already wet. Bailey looked at Hailey who had Matt standing beside her on the bed so she could slowly suck his cock into her mouth. Kyle was kissing his way down her body until his face became nestled between her thighs.
Bailey looked at Tabitha and Seth, who looked at the trio to their left. Both smiled as Seth stood beside Bailey, and Tabitha inched her way down Bailey's body. Soon, Bailey had Seth's deliciously hard cock in her mouth as Tabitha slowly circled her clit with her pierced tongue.
Hailey and Bailey moaned in unison as they came together for the first time. Everything after that became a blur. Bailey remembered feeling Seth's cock slowly work into her post-orgasm pussy as Tabitha slowly lowered her pussy over Bailey's face. The last thing Baliey saw before her world became Tabitha's delicious wet pussy was Matt and Kyle trading places. Matt slowly slid into Hailey's pussy as Kyle mimicked the move with Hailey's mouth. After that, everything became an orgasm-induced blur.
Bailey woke up in her room. The sun was already up, and her bedside clock read 11:30 a.m. She bolted to Henry's room to find it empty, really empty. Stuff was missing. She heard a laugh downstairs that sounded too familiar. It couldn't be, could it? Bailey ran to the landing and saw Hailey sitting on the sofa with Henry's laptop between her legs.
"Hailey, what are you still doing here?"
"I guess the Elixir is going to last a little longer. It doesn't matter now."
"What? Why? Oh, shit! Mom and Dad, did they see you?"
"Oh, yeah. We had a lovely conversation over croissants and coffee this morning. I told them everything."
"Everything?"
"Well, I didn't tell them about our little bedroom antics, but the rest, yeah."
"And they were okay with it?"
"Daddy was a little upset at first, but he came around."
"Where are they now? And what happened to your room?"
"Oh, Mom is taking a lot of Henry's stuff to Goodwill."
"Why?"
"Because Daddy is out getting me more Elixir."
"What!?"
"Yeah, we decided I needed to stay. It's best for everyone."
Bailey wasn't sure about this or the power that Hailey seemed to possess to wrap everyone around her little finger. Part of last night dawned on Bailey.
"Wait! How did you get Matt and Kyle into that bedroom?"
"Oh, I had a lovely talk with Jordyn Spencer when I went and got my wine. She was yelling at her brother for opening their Daddy's prized 1874 Chateau Lafite Rothschild Bordeaux. I told her everything and that I needed to borrow Kyle and Matt for a bit."
"And she let you?"
"Obviously. By the way, get dressed. She's picking us up in 30 minutes for lunch and shopping."
"Lunch? Shopping?"
"Yeah, she wants to help me pick out all the hottest things. I hope you're still good for that $2,000 you promised Henry; it's going towards my new wardrobe. Now, get dressed."
"Yeah, okay, Sis."
Bailey couldn't help it, and apparently, no one else could either: Mom, Dad, Jordyn, Matt, Kyle, Seth, Tabitha...anyone. There is just something too undeniably darling about Hailey that made it impossible to deny her...anything.
Prove It
“He’s going to propose.”
I swear my heart just about exploded. My hands flew to my mouth, and I felt my whole face light up. “Oh my god! Bri—seriously?”
She nodded, hands trembling just a little as she clutched the edge of the counter. “He told my sister. She slipped up and… he already bought the ring.”
I practically bounced in place. “Bri!” I rounded the counter and wrapped her in the biggest hug I could manage. “This is amazing. I knew he was going to ask you! I knew it!”
I felt her hesitate in my arms. She hugged me back… but weakly. Something wasn’t right.
I leaned back, holding her at arm’s length. “Wait… why aren’t you smiling right now? This is, like… everything you’ve wanted.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I just… I need to be sure.”
I blinked. “Be sure of what?”
She dropped her gaze. “That he won’t hurt me. That he’s really… faithful.”
I stared at her, my stomach dropping just a little. “Bri… come on. It’s Jason. You know he’s not like the others.”
Her voice got smaller. “I think I know. But… what if I’m wrong?”
I let out a breath, trying not to sound frustrated. “Bri, you’ve been with him for two years. He worships you. He treats you like a damn queen.”
Oh my god, Bri. Not this again…why can’t she just believe in him?
She bit her lip. “I know…I think…but I just need to prove it.”
She reached into her bag and pulled out a tiny violet bottle, shoving it toward me.
“Callie gave this to me. She said it works. Makes you someone else. That’s what she told me.”
I stared at the bottle. Glittery liquid swirled inside, thick and almost glowing.
“No. No, Bri. You can’t be serious.”
“Please,” she whispered. “I need to see. I need to know. You show up looking like someone else. You can flirt with him, tempt him. He’ll never know it’s you. If he passes, I’ll never question it again.”
This is a terrible idea. This is insane.
I should have said no.
Instead… I nodded.
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I sat in my car outside Jason’s gym, the bottle in my hand. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I might throw up.
Just go home. Call Bri. Tell her this is fucking stupid. She’ll listen. She has to.
I glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes until he clocked out.
I turned the bottle over in my fingers for the hundredth time. Bri hadn’t said how long it would take to work. I didn’t even know if it would work.
My thumb hovered over the cap.
One afternoon. Prove her wrong. Show her he’s loyal. Then this whole nightmare’s over.
I popped the cap before I could stop myself and tipped it back, swallowing the cool, syrupy liquid in one shot.
The taste hit first. I gagged, coughing into my elbow.
God, that was disgusting.
I tossed the empty bottle onto the passenger seat, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
What the hell did I just do? Why did I do that? I don’t even know what was in that bottle and I just drank it. What if I just poisoned myself?
Then something hit me from within.
Oh fuck…
The heat started low, curling up my spine, pulsing in thick, rolling waves. I gasped, clutching the steering wheel as my body arched into the sensation.
Oh… oh my god…it felt really good.
My skin prickled all over, like tiny sparks racing under the surface. My back pressed into the seat as a low, needy whimper slipped past my lips.
I squirmed, shifting in place, but my thighs—fuck—they were thicker. My ass pushed wider into the seat, my hips flaring out, stretching my leggings to the limit.
My chest swelled, tight and aching, nipples straining against the cups of my bra as they expanded, round and obscene. The straps dug into my shoulders until—snap—they gave out completely.
What the hell is happening…?
I watched in shock as my clothes literally started to change. The fabric shimmered, stretched, tightened. My hoodie shrank, sleeves pulling back, neckline dipping dangerously low. The soft cotton thinned into silky, cream-colored fabric, wrapping tight around my chest, lacing across my cleavage with delicate strings barely holding me in place.
Oh god…
The leggings peeled away, dissolving into thin air like mist, until all that remained was a tiny matching miniskirt that I definitely wasn’t wearing a second ago. It pulled across my hips, snug against skin that now looked tanned and glowing.
My sneakers shimmered, twisting into dainty white heels that lifted me up just enough to make my ass pop even more.
I swallowed, watching my reflection.
Glossy, plump lips. Dark, dramatic lashes. Eyeliner sharp enough to kill. My hair was long, sleek, and perfect. Every inch of me looked fake, plastic… like some over-the-top influencer or a pornstar mid-selfie.
I couldn’t stop staring.
I bit my lip, running my nails down my chest, tugging gently at the thin straps barely covering me. A soft, breathy moan slipped out before I could stop it.
Holy fuck…
I stuck my tongue out, watching the way my lips parted.
I looked like sin.
And somehow… I didn’t hate it.
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God… what did I just do to myself?
I couldn’t stop looking. Couldn’t stop touching. Every curve felt so… soft. So sensitive. My skin hummed. I shifted again, biting back a shaky breath as the friction of the silky fabric dragged over my nipples. It was maddening.
I ran my hands down my waist, over my hips, my thighs… fuck. I didn’t just look like a pornstar, but I felt like one.
I glanced at the clock again, heart hammering.
Okay. Enough stalling. Just go in. Do the stupid test. Then it’s over.
I grabbed the door handle, hesitating for half a second.
I don’t even know how long this will last…
With a deep breath, I shoved the door open and stepped out.
Every step toward the building made my body sway. It was like my hips had a mind of their own. It wasn’t on purpose… but god, it looked like it was.
I tugged the little top tighter across my chest, not that it helped much. My cleavage bounced with every step, drawing more eyes towards me.
Two guys in the parking lot actually stopped walking to stare.
One of them whistled under his breath.
I felt my cheeks flush hot, but I didn’t stop. My heels clicked on the concrete, my body strutting like it had done this a thousand times before.
Jesus… this isn’t me. What the hell is wrong with me?
But another voice whispered in the back of my head, soft and sweet.
“You’re not Taylor anymore. Let them look.“
I bit my lip and pushed open the gym door.
Heads turned. Guys paused mid-rep. Even a few women gave me that tight little glare girls give when they know they’ve been outdone.
God, this is unreal…
I spotted Jason toward the back by the weight racks, towel slung over his shoulder, bending to adjust the plates on the bar.
“Look at him,” the voice purred in my head, syrupy sweet. “He’s already hard to resist, isn’t he? Imagine how easy it’ll be to make him forget all about her.”
I swallowed hard, palms already sweaty. No. He’s going to pass. He’s going to shut me down. He’s not that guy.
“But wouldn’t it feel so good to watch him fail?”
I froze mid-step, shaking my head slightly.
No. Just… test him. That’s it.
“Test him?” The voice giggled, light and taunting. “Please. You already want him to fail. You just don’t want to admit it yet.”
I forced myself to keep walking. When I reached him, I leaned casually against the weight machine beside him, making sure my chest popped just enough. I let out a breathy little sigh, drawing his attention.
He looked up. Eyes wide for half a second before he covered it with a polite smile.
“Uh… hey there. Can I… help you?”
Fuck… he doesn’t recognize me at all.
“Of course he doesn’t,” the voice teased. “You’re not some plain little best friend anymore. You’re a fucking fantasy.”
I bit my lip, stepping closer, letting my hips roll with every step.
“I sure hope so,” I whispered.
Jason cleared his throat, visibly stiffening, trying to stand his ground. “Uh… sorry. I have a girlfriend.”
I smiled wider. “Oh? What’s her name?”
“Bri,” he answered without hesitation.
I felt my body hum with excitement.
“Say something filthy. Make him think about it.”
No… just… stick to the plan…
“Come on, baby. You’re already halfway there.”
I leaned in closer, letting my fingers trail just barely across his forearm. “She doesn’t have to know…”
Jason took a step back, but his eyes dropped right to my chest. He caught himself too late.
Shit. He looked…
“He wants you. Let him have you.”
God, my body felt alive. Every inch of me was tingling.
He’s about to stop this. He’s about to do the right thing…
“Make sure he doesn’t.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and pushed one step closer, pressing my chest against his arm.
“No one ever has to know,” I whispered again, voice dripping with something that didn’t even feel like me anymore.
Jason’s mouth opened slightly, a flicker of resistance behind his eyes. “I’d know,” he said, voice rough. “Even if no one else did… I’d have to live with it.”
I smirked.
“Damn right you would.”
“Huh?” he questioned.
I leaned in closer, my lips just shy of brushing his ear. “You’d remember every dirty thing I did to you… with you.” My fingers slid down his bicep, nails dragging lightly. “You could close your eyes next to her and replay it over and over.”
I leaned back just enough to meet his eyes again. My smile was all temptation.
“And I promise, baby… I’d make it so worth remembering.”
His silence said everything.
“Mmm… there it is,” the voice purred inside me. “He’s breaking. Just like you want him to.”
My hand drifted lower, fingertips brushing his waistband.
“Just let me play for a minute,” I teased. “After that, you’ll ache for it.”
God, what am I doing…?
“You’re giving him what he wants,” the voice cooed. “And what you want too. So stop pretending.”
I pulled away slowly, dragging one perfectly manicured nail down the front of his shirt. Then I leaned in, lips brushing just barely against his ear.
“You’ve got five minutes,” I whispered. “Meet me outside… or you’ll never see me again.”
I didn’t wait for his answer. I turned, heels clicking across the gym floor, every step a deliberate tease. I could feel his stare on my ass, burning holes in the back of my shorts.
Please don’t come. Please stay with her. Do the right thing.
I slipped out the front door into the night, heart pounding, breath shaky. The air was cool, but my skin felt flushed.
I leaned against the side of my car, crossing one leg over the other. My top barely contained me. I didn’t fix it.
He won’t come. He wouldn’t.
“Wouldn’t he?” the voice inside me purred.
He loves Bri. He’ll remember that.
“And yet he hasn’t run the other way.”
One minute passed.
Then two.
I closed my eyes.
Let this be the end of it.
Three.
Four.
Come on, Jason… just don’t—
Then I heard the door open. I opened my eyes and saw him walking toward me. Something inside me snapped.
My thighs clenched, slick warmth pooling between them almost instantly.
Fuck.
My fingers curled against the car door. I shifted slightly, just enough for the strap of my top to slide off one shoulder.
I was already imagining him inside me.
“Good girl,” the voice whispered, breath hot in my mind. “Bri doesn’t matter anymore. You do.”
I smiled as he got closer.
He made his choice. Now I’m going to ruin him for every girl after.
------------------------------------------
My skin was mine again. The curves were gone, the pout, the lashes, the voice. All of it had faded once the Elixir wore off.
But the memories… those I was able to keep.
Jason’s hands gripping my hips. His mouth on my neck. The way he groaned my name, even if it wasn’t really mine.
I sat motionless, staring blankly across the room, legs crossed, hands folded in my lap. I could still feel the aftershocks pulsing through me like echoes. The way my body had cum for him. The way I’d begged for more.
And the worst part was I missed it.
I bit my lip, swallowing hard.
God, what did I do?
“Taylor?” Bri’s voice snapped me back.
I blinked, turning slowly. She was sitting beside me on the couch, eyes full of hope and gratitude.
“Sorry,” I said quickly. “Just… spaced out.”
She smiled, not thinking anything of it. “So? Did he pass?”
My mouth went dry. I forced a nod.
“Yeah. He turned me down right away.”
Bri’s face lit up, pure joy blooming across her features.
“Oh thank God,” she whispered, grabbing my hands. “I knew it. I knew he was good.”
I smiled back, hollow and trembling. “Yeah. He’s… the real deal.”
She laughed, practically glowing. “I’m marrying him. I’m really marrying him.”
I nodded again, trying to ignore the ache low in my stomach. The lingering dampness between my thighs. The image of Jason’s face twisted in pleasure.
I fucked her fiance. The things we did…if she found out it would ruin everything.
And so, I lied to her…
“Hey, Bri. Do you have any more of that Elixir?”
She gave me a quizzical look.
“Why?” she asked.
“I didn’t get to enjoy myself last time, and I was hoping I’d get to have some fun. You know, let loose.”
“Oh,” she passed me a phone number. “That’s the guy Callie got it from.”
“You’re the best, Bri.”
“It’s the least I can do after what you just did for me,” Bri replied.
I pocketed the number. I was best friends with Bri. I knew her schedule inside and out. I had direct access to Jason whenever I wanted. And now I could get more Elixir.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
I was instantly addicted to it. I know that now. I’m going to fuck her fiance and once they’re married, I am going to fuck her husband.
Again and again and again.
Emily Was Smart
This started as a bluesky post, but I ended ups losing what I had written. Decided to expand it on here and it's sort of taken on a life of it own. This Part One of what I hope will only be two!
Emily was smart, and she knew she was smart. She consistently got the highest marks in her class, something she was proud of, but it wasn't exactly difficult to achieve, considering the school she went to and where she lived. Emily was from the rough part of town, the area respectable people avoid when they're alone. Emily lived on a council estate and was determined not to let that define her, not like the other chav girls on the estate. Not like Rebecca or 'Becca' as she now liked to be called. Rebecca had once been her only friend, someone who saw the world the way she did; that if you worked hard in school, went to University and got a good job you could improve your life. That was until Rebecca gave in to peer pressure and became Becca. Overnight she went from her best friend to being just like all the other chav bitches on the estate. She's started drinking, smoking and dressing like a slut. Last Emily heard Becca had been expelled after she was caught on her knees giving a boy a blowjob in the school bathrooms. No, Emily would never be like that. Emily was smart, she was going to University in September and would never look back. All she had to do was study over the weekend and ace her final German language exam.
***
Emily had no plans for the weekend, besides reading and studying. She was leaving the Library with her customary stack of new books to devour when she bashed into someone.
Tumbling to the ground she heard the sound of a voice she recognised. "Fuckin' watch it, would ya" it was Becca. Emily was flustered as she pulled herself off the ground and saw Becca standing in front of her. She was clearly in the middle of getting her hair done. Emily could smell foul cigarette smoke mingled with cheap perfume coming off her clothes. Emily was taken aback by how much Rebecca had changed. Gone was the brunette hair of her former friend; in its place was a blonde dye job in curlers, a face thick with makeup, fake lashes and ugly lip filler squeezed into a blue tracksuit now calling herself Becca. "I'm so sorry Rebecca, I didn't see you," said Emily trying to defuse the situation.
"Who the fuck you callin' Rebecca? It's Becca to you or Bex to my mates." A look of recognition appeared on Becca's face followed by a sharp mocking laugh. "Oh my god, is that Emily Brown? You're bigger lookin' disaster than I remember." looking at the stack of scattered books she added, "see you ain't grown up n are still n to all that stupid school stuff."
"I didn't mean to bump into you. You don't need to insult me, Becca." Said Emily with more venom than she knew she was capable of.
"The only insult here is how you look"
"Well, I'm surprised you can see anything with those spider legs you call eyelashes stuck to your face."
"Yeah whatever I know a jealous bitch when I see one, You wish you looked half as fit as me!" Emily could feel her blood pressure rise at that last comment. Like she would ever be jealous of someone like Becca, some common slag from the estate.
"As if I would be a jealous chav slut like you! I'm going somewhere with my life, somewhere better than this dive with people better than you!" spat Emily. She'd had enough of dealing with girls like Becca. Sure this was the first time she had spoken to Becca in over a year, but she had plenty of run-ins with other chav girls just like her on the estate; all the pent-up anger and resentment had come bubbling to the surface. Emily waited for her words to hit, to see the hurt and realisation on Becca's face, but it never came; instead, she just smiled.
"Ha, you really think you're so much better, well you ain't shit, you're just a stuck-up loser, who needs a good shag, and to have some fun!" Becca's smile became a devious smirk as an idea formed. "Why don't I help you for old time's sake?"
Emily saw Becca raise her hand, she was sure she was about to slap her. The last thing Emily wanted to do was get in a fight, but she was too frozen in fear to move. The next thing she knew Becca's tacky fake French manicure acrylics were racking across her face in a sharp but fleeting bloom of pain.
Emily held her hand to her face as she watched Becca ascend the escalator. Emily was sure she had broken the skin, but she didn't feel any blood. With a smug knowing look on her face, Becca looked back and said, "Send me a message, when you realise you're really just a chav slut like me and want to apologise!"
***
Emily was back home in her bedroom trying to read and as far as she was able to tell Becca hadn't left a visible mark when she scratched her; only a tingle where her nails had made contact. Emily was trying to concentrate on studying, but it just felt so pointless and boring. She couldn't get Becca's smug face and words out of her head. Maybe she wasn't better than Becca? What would her life be like if she stayed friends with her? Images formed in her head of herself wearing fake tan, large hoop earrings and her own long sexy eyelashes. Sexy? Where had that thought come from, no they were ugly and made you look cheap. But maybe if she did have them she wouldn't be a virgin loser anymore and she could get off with the lads. Emily could feel the tingle from her face move through her body and felt herself growing wet. Thoughts of how good it would be to finally fuck someone made her start to bring her hand to her pussy. Thoughts of her blowing boys in the school bathroom, like a chav slut.
That's when she noticed her hand on her book and she snapped back to reality, fear and horror took over as she watched sexy pink acrylics form on her fingers.
Emily brought her hands to her hair as her mind was suddenly bombarded with new wants and desires. A battle was raging in her head, she was Emily, she was smart. No, she was a chav slut who needed a shag. She was going to University. Opinions shifted and changed in her head. Why the fuck was she wasting her time at school. School was boring, what did she need school for? Emily could feel her lips start to puff out like she'd just gotten lip filler as a bronze glow spread across her skin.
Warring thoughts of 'please no, what's happening', and 'I bet these will feel great wrapped around a cock' brought equal measures of pain and pleasure. Emily knew she had to fight it, but she didn't know why. Why fight? She was a chav slut, right? Getting wrecked and fucking lads was all that mattered? Not being some prissy virgin loser? Why had she been so bitchy to Becca? She really was just like her. Or she wanted to be right? But Emily hated the chav look? Then why was feeling so jealous of her hot former bestie?
***
Emily didn't know how long she had been asleep, she must have blacked out; from the pain or pleasure, she didn't know. All that mattered was that everything was clear, she knew what mattered and who she really was. She was a slag, a slut and a chav. Emily brought her nails to her juicy and plump lips. She loved how sexy they looked, she knew they would look great wrapped around a big cock. Emily knew what she needed, and it wasn't books or an education, it was a party with fits lads and booze. The only problem was, whatever had changed her hadn't changed her wardrobe or bedroom. She had barely any makeup and her clothes were shit.
A smile formed on her newly inflated lips as she remembered Becca had said to message her. She laughed and thought 'that bitch knew this was going to happen.' Emily grabbed her phone and started typing.
[Babes I'm like proper sorry. You were like so right! Thks for like whatever the fuck you did to me. I luv it!!! but I need your help! my stuff is total shit and they're ain't no way I'm wasting another weekend stuck in the house!]
***
20 Minutes later Emily was sitting in Becca's bedroom. It had changed since the last time she had been there, changed as she had or as they both had Emily thought with a smile. Gone were the trophies and stuffed animals, now it was all pink with stuffed wardrobes full of skimpy outfits and the desk had been replaced with a vanity.
Emily was trying to listen as Becca bubbled with excitement explaining what was happening to her, but she had this uneasy feeling at the back of her mind like her body needed something, something other than a lad inside her.
"Basically it's like magic babe, same thing happened to me, that's happenin' to you. Except you have this sexy bitch to help you out right? Some random bitch scratched me with her nails and my whole life just started changin' But it only works on your body 'n mind. You might still have the old you pop back in at the start. That's how I got caught sucking off Dylan O in the girls. The old me popped back n started freaking out. Perv-master Smith heard" Emily was getting impatient and annoyed, she was craving something she just didn't know what, but Becca kept going on. "It's like you change overnight, I was even more of slag than I am now those first few weeks if that's possible. Takes you a bit 'til you learn how to control it"
Becca stopped at this point in her story and lit a cigarette, the moment Emily smelt the smoke she knew what she was craving. She needed a fag. She knew old her would be horrified. She always hated the smell and had mocked the smokers needing their 'nic fix' in between classes, but Chav Emily knew she was desperate for a smoke. It made a weird sort of sense if what Becca said was true about her scratch changing your body and mind. Everyone knew that chav girls smoked or at least vaped so it made sense to Emily that she would too.
"Becca babes, give us one of those would you?"
"What? One of these?" Becca said waving her cigarette in front of Emily's face. "Didn't you use to say it was disgusting and only idiots started smoking" Emily knew she did use to say and believe that, but that was the old her, new her knew instinctively she was gasping for fag. Her body needed it.
"Please Becca, I'm like proper desperate, just a drag"
"I'm only messing with you, help yourself, but only for tonight, you'll need to get your own." Becca tossed the pack and lighter to Emily and instinct took over, her body and mind already knew what to do. Emily put her first-ever cigarette in her mouth and lit it inhaling deep as a sense of relief washed over her.
Logically she knew this was her first time smoking, and she should have been coughing and feeling ill. Her body on the other hand felt like she had done this thousands of times before, but had just been deprived of nicotine for too long.
"Fuck I needed this" said Emily as she slowly exhaled. “Thanks, babe.”
Becca took a picture while she was blowing out the smoke, "You look so fucking hot with a fag. We've gotta start posting on insta, let the fellas know there's a new girl on the estate." Emily loved the idea, she couldn't wait to get fucked up and hit the town. Thinking about the old her filled her with anger, just a pathetic loser nerd who didn't know how to have fun. She had lost time to make up for and wanted to destroy her old self-image. To make sure no one ever remembered what she used to be like.
Emily spent the next hour getting ready at Becca's. Her hands moved automatically as she applied thick layers of makeup, drew on her eyebrows and added her new false lashes. Putting on a pair of Becca’s oversized hoop earrings made her shiver with pleasure. The only time she paused was for another fag or to swig from the bottle of vodka Becca had handed her. Becca couldn't help but admire how hot she looked, she stared at herself in disbelief that she was the same girl as before. Tanned and covered in makeup she finally felt like she belonged.
Laying down on the bed Emily took a picture for her feed with the caption. Gurls lock up you men ;). Updating her profile she rolled her eyes at the old shit she used to post. 'Arsty' skyline pictures and photos of her cat called Lace, she couldn't believe she'd ever thought she been so cool for naming her after Ada Lovelace, she really had been a pretentious twat.
By the time Emily was dressed she was already feeling a little drunk and it was only 5pm, but Becca had said they needed to get going. Becca and her other mates were meeting in the park before heading out for pre-drinks. Emily couldn't tell if she was nervous or excited, Becca was the only person who knew she was a proper chav now, she didn't know how her mates would react to seeing the changes from the stuck up little bitch she used to be. Emily figured if it came to she'd just have to give them a kicking if they got too mouthy with her.
On the way Becca said they needed to stop for supplies at the corner shop. While Becca was getting the stuff Emily slipped a bottle of wine into her handbag; she had never stolen anything before, but the act gave her a thrill, she could feel her nipples getting hard because she was doing something she knew was wrong, something that carried an element of danger if she got caught. She couldn't help but turn towards the security camera and pose for the old man who owned the shop.
Emily laughed to herself that she was likely to give the old bloke either a hard-on or a heart attack if he saw it later.
***
Emily was exhilarated leaving the shop, she couldn't remember the last time she’d had this much fun. She staggered and laughed as she opened her bag to show Becca what she had done.
“Your turning into a proper bad bitch Emz! I'm proper glad we’re mates again!” The name hit Emily and sunk in, ‘Emz’ fit way better for a girl like her. Emily was a name for nerd, Emz was a proper name for a chav like her.
“You’re not like mad or anything that I've done this to you?” said Becca with a serious look in her eye.
“Babe I'm pissed” said Emily trying to match Becca’s serious expression before bursting out into laughter. “Pissed you didn't do it sooner ‘n pissed I didn't get tits like yours!” Emz lurched forward and grabbed Becca’s tits to emphasize her point not caring that she was in the middle of the street where everyone could see. A middle-aged woman pushing a pram tutted as she passed and Emz responded without thinking. "You got a problem or somethin' you frigid old cunt?" Both girls laughed as they made their way down the street.
***
As they got closer to the park, both girls turned when they heard, "Oi, oi Bex, you're looking tight tonight." Emz recognised him. It took her a second to place his name. It was Darren. He had been in the year above her at school. What Emz had never realised before was just how fit he was.
Darren wrapped his arm around Becca. "Who's this gorgeous little tart, then? I don't recognise her."
"This is my mate Emz." holding her cigarette Emz did a little spin so Darren could properly check her out and added, "You like what you see then hansom?"
"Wait, I know you, ain't you that bitch who grassed on me for knocking the shite out of Joey Monson?" Emz was that bitch or rather Emily had been. At the time she had been appaled by the violence, now she just found it funny and a little bit of a turn-on. Luckily Becca, was there to defend her.
"Yeah, but she ain't like that no more, she's proper sorry about that, ain't ya babes?"
"Proper soz, I was a cow back then, but like Bex says I ain't like that no more." Emz took a long drag on her cigarette to emphasise the point.
"what say you make it up to me then?" Darren stepped away from Becca toward Emz and adjusted his cock. Emz could tell from the bulge that in his tracksuit bottoms that he must have been packing a monster. Playing cot she responded while licking her lip.
"whatcha have in mind then babe?" Darren came closer again and put his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her arse and giving it a squeeze.
"Why don't you come with me and I'll show ya. Emz could feel herself getting wet, and realised that she was gagging for it.
"Lead the way then lover boy." she said with a smirk as Darren started guiding towards the back of an abandoned house.
What was left of the garden was overgrown and full of rubbish. Darren positioned himself against the wall and dropped his bottoms and boxers. Emz was transfixed, she could honestly say she had never seen a cock so big before, hell she had never seen any cock in real life before, but she knew enough to know his was a monster. Her mouth instinctively opened at the sight of it, her body already knowing what it wanted and needed.
"You just gonna stand there 'n look at it? Or are ya still too much of a prude? Emz walked up to Darren and started making out with him as she used her hand to stroke his cock. Breaking the kiss she purred in his ear, "Let's find out." She could feel him getting harder each time she moved her hand up and down. His firmness felt like it belonged in her hand. She could tell Darren was enjoying it and that only turned her on more. Emz was vaguely aware that Becca was watching and had her phone in her hand, but she was more focused on how pretty her nails looked wrapped around his member than what Becca was doing. Her hand seem so small in comparison.
"What ya waiting for slut, on your knees" Emz felt a shiver of pleasure run through her as Darren called her a slut. As she did what he told her and got to her knees she used one hand to hold her hair behind her head and then ran her tongue along the underside of his dick before putter her mouth over the tip.
"mmmm fuck, you really are a dirty little slut now." each word he spoke only made Emz wetter and she brought her free hand to pussy and began rubbing. She had never felt as horny in her life, giving her first blowjob to some lad she hardly knew behind a building. She loved the feeling of his cock against her inflated lips and understood now why they were called DSLs.
Becca was sitting a short distance away swigging from the bottle Emz had stolen earlier.
Part of her felt she should feel bad for what she had done to Emily, but she just didn't. She knew Emz would be happier this way and she looked like she was having fun with her hand in her panties and the enthusiasm she had as her head bopped up and down. Becca could feel her nipples getting hard watching her former goodie two-shoes friend suck cock like a pro. Reaching into her pocket Becca took out her phone and started recording.
Darren brought his hand to the back of her head and forced his cock further down her throat. Emz fought the urge to gag and was able to suppress it as saliva dripped down her chin. Moving her head back and forth faster she heard him say "You fucking love that don't you slag?" Emz broke momentarily from sucking him off and between gasps for air said "I fucking love it." With Darren's rock hard cock back in her mouth he said. "Tell me you're a dirty little slut who loves my big cock" Breaking off again Emz repeated what he said, "I'm a dirty little slut who loves your big cock." She could feel his cock twitch when she gulped on it once more and she knew he was nearing cumming. Emz was close too, her fingers were gliding in and out of her wet slit faster and faster. "Tell me again, Tell me what you are!"
"I'm a slut" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan.
"I'm a whore" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan.
"I'm a bitch" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan. The cycle repeated. Emz was so close to cumming, every word she spoke took her closer to the edge.
"I'm just" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan "a chav" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan "slut" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan, CUM. Emz felt Darren's load hit the back of her mouth and it caused her to moan out in pleasure as she came along with him. She sat back on the ground trying to catch her breath and could feel a dribble of his cum she wasn't able to swallow drip on her tits. She felt giddy, she felt numb, she felt pins and needles on every millimetre of her skin, she felt incredible.
TO BE CONTINUED
This is so hot, now to get in a scrap with a chav..
Infiltrating Alexis
“I don’t need you to do this,” you say, kneeling beside her.
Rachel looked up from the spellbook, her fingers tightening around its worn leather binding. “It’s not dangerous,” she insisted, though she didn’t sound convinced. “It’s just glamour magic. Temporary body. Temporary identity.”
She paused, brushing her bangs behind her ear. She smiled at you and you forced a smile back.
“I’ve practiced the chant a dozen times. The parameters are clear. I’ll look like someone Alexis would actually let within five feet of her. I’ll act like I belong. Get some kind of intel on her. Something we can use to get her to stop bullying you.”
“And then you come back,” you said quietly.
Rachel reached up and yanked two strands of her hair from her scalp, wincing. “One to go in,” she said, dropping the first into the center of the circle, “and one to come back.”
She handed you the second, wrapping your fingers around it. “Keep it safe. You’ll need my hair to cast the spell to change me back.”
“I’m really not sure about this Rach,” you press. “There has to be another way.”
She looks at you lovingly. “I love you and I can’t stand to see you suffer like you do. Every day. It’s time to put an end to it.”
Rachel stripped naked and stepped into the circle. Her heart was pounding loud enough to fill the room. “Okay. Here goes.”
She spoke the incantation slowly, carefully. The candles trembled. The air thickened around her. You felt your skin prickle.
She gasped. Her legs gave out, and she dropped to her knees, hands splaying out on the hardwood floor.
Her hips flared first, a slow, rolling motion beneath her skin. You watched muscle and fat redistribute right in front of you, sculpting her into something exaggeratedly feminine. Her thighs thickened, curving outward with perfect symmetry, and her ass pushed back with a soft, deliberate swell.
Her waist pulled in, to unnatural proportions, until the hourglass shape looked sculpted. Her back arched involuntarily, chest heaving.
Then, her breasts began to rise.
You'd seen her naked plenty of times, but this was different. The way her chest inflated felt… unreal. The swelled, firm and round, then capped with suddenly darker, perkier nipples. Her skin glowed with a faint, artificial perfection. No blemishes. No stretch marks. Just smooth, tanned curves like a photoshopped magazine cover.
Her hair flowed longer and lighter, turning a shimmering honey-blonde that caught the candlelight. Her lips swelled into a pouty fullness, and her eyes opened wide and bright, framed by long lashes that hadn't been there seconds ago.
Then, it was still.
She stayed on her hands and knees, gasping for breath, chest rising and falling in time with the flickering candlelight. You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t think of anything to say.
Rachel slowly pushed herself upright, strands of blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her new breasts jiggling slightly with the motion. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror across the room.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
The voice didn’t sound like her. It was huskier, sultrier.
She stood fully and glanced down at herself. Her arms moved automatically to cover her chest, then dropped again as if it didn’t matter. “I look like a damn porn star.”
You stepped forward. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, then shook her head. “I—I don’t know. This is so weird.”
She hugged herself, her arms barely covering her new chest.
You reached for a blanket and draped it over her shoulders. She pulled it around herself and gave you a grateful smile. “Thanks.”
She stepped closer, bare feet silent on the wood floor. Even her walk had changed. There was more sway in her hips, more bounce in her step. You didn’t think she was doing it on purpose.
“I still feel like me,” she said again, maybe more for her own sake than yours. Then she smirked. “Although... this body’s got some perks.”
You blushed as she stepped even closer and kissed you. Her lips felt softer, fuller. The kiss was tentative at first, but it deepened quickly, hunger bubbling just beneath the surface.
Your hand slid around her waist, then up, brushing across one of her new breasts.
She moaned softly into your mouth, then broke away.
“Jesus,” she whispered, breathless. “That felt… intense.”
“Too much?” you asked quickly.
She shook her head. “No. Not bad. Just... wow. This body just feels alive.”
You went to pull her close again, but she gently stopped you with a hand to your chest.
“I want to,” she said. “God, do I want to. But I have to get ready for tomorrow. I can’t wear any of my clothes. Literally nothing is going to fit over this.”
She pulled the blanket tighter and turned toward your dresser mirror again. She watched herself, her expression hard to read.
“I’ll need to hit the mall early. Think they sell ‘bitchy new girl who’s too hot for this school’ outfits in bulk?”
You half-laughed. “Pretty sure that’s half the store at Forever 21.”
She smiled. Even with this new body and face, it was a Rachel smile. It was comforting to see something familiar about her.
Then she frowned down at herself, tugging at the blanket. “Okay, I can’t exactly walk home like this. Unless I want to get arrested.”
You opened your drawer and fished out an old pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Here.”
She slipped them on, thought the fit was laughable. The shirt clung like spandex across her chest, barely reaching her midriff. The waistband of the sweatpants had to be rolled down to fit her hips, and even then, they rode high, clinging to her new curves in a way they never had on you.
She glanced down at herself and snorted. “Well… it’s something.”
“Barely,” you said, trying not to stare.
She caught your eyes lingering on her chest. Her smile turned slightly smug, slightly playful.
“It’s okay to stare,” she said softly, stepping closer. “Tonight, anyway.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but she held up a hand.
“Tomorrow? You can’t. No looking, no talking. Not even a glance. Roxy doesn’t know you. And I have to ignore you.”
You nodded, throat tight. “Right.”
She glanced at the door, then back to you. “Let’s go over the plan one more time.”
You sat together on the edge of your bed, her voice low and firm even as her bare legs pressed against yours. “I get close to Alexis. Earn her trust to find something—texts, photos, gossip, anything—that can shut her down. Humiliate her or scare her off.”
She placed a hand on your chest. “Once I get the intel, we meet back up and you say the reversal spell using the second hair to change me back.”
“Got it,” you affirmed.
She paused. “Good.”
She leaned in and kissed you again, slower this time. “Wish me luck,” she whispered.
You swallowed. “Good luck.”
I've read this so many times it's so hot. 😍
A Fake Tan
“This is probably a mistake,” Megan said under her breath as she tugged her cardigan tighter around her. The late April breeze still carried a chill in Rochester, and she felt out of place standing in front of Tantrum, the aggressively tropical-looking salon wedged between a vape shop and a payday loan place. A palm tree decal on the glass door fluttered every time someone walked in or out.
But Emily’s beach wedding was in four days.
And her bridesmaid dress was sleeveless.
And Megan’s skin? Pale. Uneven. Practically translucent.
She sighed and pushed open the door.
Inside, it smelled like warm coconut mixed with something… chemically artificial. A giant poster on the wall showed a woman in a tiny bikini with skin the color of a graham cracker. Megan glanced down at her own knit skirt and ballet flats and immediately felt like she’d walked into the wrong universe.
“Heyyy, welcome in!” the woman behind the counter said, flipping her bleached-blonde ponytail over one shoulder. “Here for a tan?”
Megan nodded awkwardly. “Yeah. Just something light. I’m in a wedding this week, and I’m, uh… kind of ghostly.”
The girl laughed. “No worries, babe. First time?”
“Yeah.”
“No problem. We’ll start you off with a Level Two. That’ll warm you up nice without going full Jersey Shore. You’ll look to die for in that dress.”
Megan forced a smile and handed over her credit card. This place wasn’t exactly her style, but whatever. She wasn’t looking to reinvent herself—just not stand out like a glass of skim milk on a Florida beach.
The girl—her name tag read Roxie—handed Megan a little basket. “Alright, hun. You’ll be in Booth 3. Strip down, put on the disposable thong and cap, and just stand where the footprints are. The machine talks to you, so just do what it says. Takes like two minutes. Cool?”
Megan swallowed. “Cool.”
She followed the signs to the back, her ballet flats clicking softly on the tile. Booth 3 was a large black pod with mirrored walls and blinking LEDs around the top. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. The air inside was humid, and the room smelled faintly metallic under the coconut.
She slipped off her sweater. Then her top. Then her skirt. Her pale skin stood out harshly under the overhead lights, every blemish and pore suddenly impossible to ignore. She pulled on the crinkly paper thong and tied her hair up into the net.
This is fine, she told herself. It’s just a light tan. No big deal. In and out.
She stepped into the booth, placed her feet on the printed outlines, and took a deep breath.
The machine chirped to life.
“Please hold still. Beginning spray.”
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The mist stopped. A warm blast of air followed, drying her skin with clinical precision. Megan waited for the voice to say something else, but nothing came.
She stepped out of the booth cautiously, expecting… well, something. A golden sheen. A hint of a glow. But when she looked in the mirror—
Nothing.
Still pale. Still Megan.
Her chest, her stomach, her legs—unchanged. Maybe even more pale under these awful fluorescent lights. She wrapped the towel around her and frowned, peering at her reflection like it might start morphing any second.
“Everything okay in there?” Roxie called from down the hall.
Megan got dressed quickly, pulling her sweater over her head and smoothing her skirt with a little more aggression than necessary. She padded out to the front desk, cheeks flushed.
“Hey,” she said, voice tight. “I think something might’ve gone wrong. It didn’t really… do anything?”
Roxie waved her off with a grin. “Oh, babe, it’s not instant. Takes a few hours to fully develop. You’ll start noticing a glow by dinnertime, promise.”
Megan hesitated. “Are you sure? It really doesn’t look like—”
“It’s Level Two, it’s subtle,” Roxie said, already tapping at the register. “But you’ll see. Trust the process.”
Megan felt herself wilting. She didn’t want to argue, didn’t want to make a scene. Chloe doesn’t need another stressor. So instead, she handed over her card and let the transaction beep through.
“Drink lots of water and no shower until tomorrow morning,” Roxie added as she bagged the little aftercare pamphlet. “And don’t panic if your skin looks a little dark in patches for a bit—it evens out.”
Megan managed a tight smile. “Thanks.”
As she stepped back out into the chilly air, her body tensed. Her sweater suddenly felt scratchy. Her skirt, too long. And her shoes—ugh. These flats were the least flattering things she owned. Why had she worn them?
She blinked. That wasn’t a thought she would normally have.
What? I like these shoes. They’re practical. Comfortable. Fine.
She shook her head and walked quickly to her car. The drive home was uneventful… mostly.
Her phone buzzed in the cupholder—probably Chloe. Megan glanced at the message, then suddenly rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath:
“Oh my god, get a grip.”
She blinked. What the hell?
She reread the message. It was just Chloe asking if she’d remembered to grab strapless bras for the trip.
Why did I say that? she thought, squeezing the steering wheel. That was… kinda rude. That’s not me.
A few minutes later, she stopped at a red light, caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror—and froze.
Her skin had changed.
Only slightly. A warm tone had started to surface on her cheeks and neck. Her lips looked glossier somehow. Had she… put on lip balm?
And her tank top, which had felt snug but fine this morning, now clung tighter to her chest. She tugged it down instinctively.
She reached up to adjust her glasses, only to feel a small snap. One of the arms had cracked.
“Bloody cheap piece of—” she hissed.
She blinked again. What the hell was that?
She gripped the wheel tighter, heart suddenly racing. Something was happening. Something weird.
But Megan just shook it off.
“No,” she whispered. “You’re tired. You’re being weird. Get home. Make tea. You’ll be fine.”
She turned onto her street, her headlights catching her front walk. Home. Familiar. Normal.
And yet, as she stepped out of the car and caught sight of her reflection in the driver’s side window, she paused.
Her hips looked curvier. Her waist narrower. Her lips, undeniably poutier.
She blinked, leaned closer.
And her voice slipped out without warning, soft and surprised:
“…innit lookin’ kinda fit though?”
She slapped a hand over her mouth.
What the fuck was that?
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Double Platinum
The Mother’s Day sun gleamed across the hillside spa retreat, painting the white stucco buildings gold. Mel and her daughter, Jordan, stood at the check in desk of Hyde Springs, a boutique getaway just outside town.
I love the way their minds change through the story.
Attribute Roulette
In the pink bedroom of the sorority president, far from the noise and strobe lights of the easter party downstairs, Emma sat quietly across from Brielle, the president herself and top bitch on campus. A few of Brielle's sorority sisters stood behind her, standing between them and the door, making escape impossible.
Emma had no idea why she was hustled off the quad by them and shepherded all the way up to the bedroom or why on the table stood a black tower of Jenga but in the pit of her stomach she knew it couldn't be good.
Attribute swaps at their best 😍
AUNTIE MATTERS
George ground his teeth in frustration as his wife Amy turned her head away from him and squeezed her eyes shut in irritation - refusing to listen to him. He persisted anyway.
"She HAS to go Amy. This is getting ridiculous."
"She's my fucking sister George. She hasn't got anywhere else to go! I can't just throw her out. Please stop asking me!"
George felt hot bile in his gut. The couple had NEVER argued before Lauren had started freeloading at their house. Lauren had ruined everything. His wife's sister was driving a wedge between them and destroying their marriage.
Sheeees back. Wow
Total Eclipse
This story is for the incomparable @misseviehyde. Hope she and everyone else enjoys it!
Ally adjusted the tripod legs one last time, the soles of her sneakers sinking into the soft beach sand. She wiped the sweat from her brow and peeked up at the sky through thick rimmed glasses, the moon already beginning its slow crawl across the sun. She smiled. It would be a perfect view. Alone, finally, with her telescope.
She pulled out a small folding chair, scribbled a few notes in her weathered astronomy journal, and looked up again. Then laughter cracked through the air that made her shiver.
@corruptedcaps does this so well. Incredible model too!