Dirty Words

Repository of M2F/F2F transformation and giantess stories and captions by therandylion. Content is of an adult nature - no minors allowed.

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The Enormous Distraction

‘Hurry up Hermione,’ Ron thought. His friend had broken into Professor Snape’s potions storeroom in order to pilfer some ingredients for a Polyjuice potion, and Ron was serving as the lookout.

He anxiously peered around the corner of the Tapestry Corridor and cursed under his breath. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were heading directly towards the potions storeroom, no doubt seeking a word with the head of House Slytherin. 

Ron took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

‘You can do this Ron,’ he thought to himself. 

This was exactly the situation he’d prepared for. His conversation with Hermione from two days prior briefly flashed through his mind.

“But what if someone tried to get in the storeroom while you’re in there?” Ron asked.

“Then distract them,” Hermione said.

“And just how am I supposed to do that?”

Hermione sternly crossed her arms and said, “Is it too much for me to hope that you can think for yourself for once? Do whatever it takes! How do you ever expect to become a real wizard if you need someone to tell you how to do every little simple thing?”

Hermione’s words stung. Ron had heard the whispers from the other kids at school. That Ron Weasley was a bumbling oaf who’d latched onto the fame of Harry Potter and the immense talent of Hermione Granger as a matter of self interest. And worse still, his teenage hormones were conflicting his feelings towards Hermione. He shouldn’t care what she thought. She was an annoying know-it-all brat who gave him more grief than anyone. But at the same time she was kind of pretty, and her blossoming womanly curves were playing a starring role in Ron’s nighttime fantasies. Ron found himself desperately wanting to prove to the girl that he was not a bumbling oaf - he was a real wizard, dammit!

So he’d devoted himself to finding a solution to the problem. And he’d succeeded. He’d borrowed Harry’s invisibility cloak to sneak into the restricted section of the library where he’d found an ancient, dusty tome containing a complicated spell that sounded like the exact thing he needed. The explanatory text was archaic and he couldn’t understand half of it, but he was able to discern that the spell would create a distraction personal to the intended target of such a compelling nature that the individual would be unable to complete their task at hand. Ron had worked hard to memorize the wording and wand gestures until he was confident he could pull off the spell in his sleep. And now was the time to put it to use.

Ron stepped away from the wall, pointed his wand towards Malfoy and quietly said, “Distracto enormae.”

A bolt of magic gathered in his wand, and Ron knew that the spell had been successful. He’d done it. He hadn’t screwed up this time!

But rather than bolt out toward the group of Slytherin, the magic shot up Ron’s wand into his hand, causing a sensation of tingling and weakness that rapidly spread throughout his entire body. Warmth blossomed in Ron’s chest, then rapidly intensified into an exquisite burning sensation that compelled him to cast aside his robe and vest and rake his fingers across the front of his shirt. Ron had only moments to wonder what had gone wrong before a vise-like pressure took hold of his testicles and began to exert more and more pressure. The shock and pain caused him to lose all feeling in his legs and crumble towards the floor.

Ron could do nothing to combat the groin-al assault other than writhe on the ground and cry out for relief. His mind was overwhelmed and he momentarily lost his sense of self. 

The agony receded as quickly as it had begun, and Ron was left lying facedown  in a dazed heap. His shirt was uncomfortably tight, and it was a struggle to catch his breath. What in the blazes had just happened to him? His thoughts were interrupted as footsteps approached. Then Ron heard Malfoy say, “What’s going on here? What’s wrong with you?”

Ron groaned inwardly. His spell must have failed after all. What was he going to do now? He looked like an idiot, falling to the ground and crying out like a little girl. And worse, finding Ron lurking around the potions storeroom would make the Slytherins suspicious. Hermione would be found for sure now. Ron had failed his one simple task. A heavy sense of shame rested on his back and kept him on the ground. He refused to get up and face the consequences of his actions.

A foot unexpectedly nudged his side and Ron squirmed in response, but still he lay prone. 

“Hello? Why aren’t you answering me? Crabbe, Goyle - help her up.”

Ron felt two sets of strong hands grab his shoulders and begin to drag him to his feet. Reluctantly preparing to face his enemy, Ron opened his eyes. But instead all he saw was black.

“My eyes...” he shrieked. “Oh God, I can’t see!” 

He’d really done it this time. He’d screwed up a spell so bad he’d blinded himself!

Malfoy and his lackeys were quiet for a moment, until Goyle asked, “Is she being serious?”

“Of course not. Nobody’s that stupid. She must be dazed from her fall. Here, let me help you,” Malfoy said.

Ron felt tugging on his scalp and then light parted through the darkness. He found himself staring directly into a boy’s neck. He looked up at Malfoy, who was sporting a lopsided grin and holding two thick handfuls of long, curly hair from the front of Ron’s face.

“Is that better?” Malfoy asked, stepping back only slightly. “Now...who are you and what’s happened here?”

‘But that can’t be my hair - it’s way too long! And since when did Malfoy get so tall? Why is he being so nice to me? Why is he grinning like an idiot? And why are his eyes so fixated on my chest?’ Ron wondered. 

Did he have a stain on his shirt or something?

Ron glanced down and did a double take. Immense mounds protruded from his chest, stretching his white shirt to it’s limit and blocking the sight of his feet. Ron was completely dumbfounded. Why did he have something stuffed under his shirt?

Determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, Ron moved his hand up and firmly squeezed the protrusion on his right.

“Ah!” He moaned as an unexpected bolt of pleasure jolted him. The protrusion...it felt like it was a part of his body. But that was impossible! With a shaking hand he reached up and squeezed the mound on his left and gasped again. These protrusions, these massive, firm and exquisitely sensitive protrusions, were definitely now somehow a part of him. And as he started to put the pieces together, Ron could only arrive at one terrifying conclusion. “I...I’ve got giant knockers!” He squealed in an uncharacteristically high pitched voice. 

Wide-eyed, he glanced up at Malfoy. The boy was slack jawed. 

‘He’s just staring at my boobs like he’s under some sort of spell. Oh God...the distraction - it’s me and my big tits!’ Ron thought. The spell had been targeted at Malfoy, so...

‘I must have transformed into some girl out of Draco’s wet dreams!’ Ron realized with horror.

“Uh Draco,” Goyle said. “She doesn’t look hurt. And didn’t you say we had to speak urgently with Professor Snape about your task from you-know-who?”

At Goyle’s words Malfoy shook his head as if trying to fight his way out of a fog. Glancing around, Ron found that Goyle and Crabbe were not as enamored with his shapely new form as Draco was. They were both frowning and glancing at their leader impatiently. It was at that inopportune moment that Ron heard a click and saw the potion room door begin to swing open. The Slytherins currently had their backs to the door, but as the sound Crabbe and Goyle started to turn.

Ron panicked. Hermione was seconds away from being discovered. And maybe even worse, she and everyone else at school would find out that Ron had accidentally turned himself into a Draco’s busty fantasy girl while simultaneously failing his one simple assignment. How would he ever live this down? He would have to transfer schools. His life was over. 

‘No! You’ve got to do something, Ron. Anything!’ The boy thought frantically.

Spurred to action by necessity, Ron’s body seemed to act on it’s own accord as his hands grasped the bottom of his white school uniform and yanked it upward  as he blurted out, “Hey guys, look at this!”

Ron, who had never gazed upon the wonders of a woman’s flesh before, was momentarily transfixed by the sight of the two huge, creamy masses bulging within the tight confines of his lacy black bra. His tits seemed to wobble uncontrollably with every breath he took.

It took Ron a few moments to remember his mission. Had his distraction worked? He glanced up to see Draco practically salivating. The hunger and intensity in the boy’s silver eyes lit a spark under Ron’s explosive new female hormones. His crotch started to tingle and feel dewy - a sensation that was completely foreign yet wonderfully pleasant. Why had he never noticed how handsome Draco was before?

When he was finally able to tear his gaze away from the blonde boy he noticed that Crabbe and Goyle were frowning even more deeply. And...oh shit. In the background Ron saw Hermione. Their eyes locked for a moment and he could plainly see shock and disgust written on her features.

‘Hermione’s watching me show my big juggs off to these boys,’ Ron realized. ‘She must think I’m some sort of weird pervert!’

Ron’s shame only deepened as he glanced down and realized that at some point his nipples had hardened and enlarged into thick, meaty teats - obvious evidence of his shameful arousal. Crimson colored his face as he hurriedly began the difficult task of cramming his big hooters back under his shirt.

“Sh...shows over!” He stammered. When he looked back up Hermione had vanished.

‘I’ve got to find her and explain what happened,’ Ron thought. ‘After I turn back to normal of course.’ 

But now that he thought about it, how was he supposed to turn back to normal? He hadn’t expected the spell to transform him, and he certainly didn’t remember seeing a reversal spell in the book. Maybe the magic would just fade away? But when? Ron felt a horrible panic spread in his stomach as he considered the possibility that he could be stuck as Malfoy’s busty wet dream for any length of time. Hermione would never speak to him again! And even worse, Ron realized that in the heat of the moment he had experienced some sort of sick attraction towards Malfoy. 

‘What’s wrong with me? Am I really some sort of weird pervert at heart? No! It’s..It’s all the fault of the spell. It’s messing with my head. I need to turn back to normal right now!’ Ron thought frantically. 

It was then that Crabbe stepped forward and said, “Draco, we’ve spent enough time staring at this dumb tart’s fat udders. We have important business to attend to - let’s go.”

It took Ron a moment to process the fact that Crabbe was talking about him. He had certainly never been called a dumb tart before. But it slowly dawned on him how he must appear to these boys. Thinking he was blind when his hair was in his eyes. Groping his big new tits and moaning like a common trollop, then exposing his creamy flesh like it was something he did regularly for the thrill...Oh God, Crabbe was right - he was acting like a dumb tart!

The humiliation of his predicament, feeling an attraction toward another boy for the first time, losing Hermione’s respect for good, mucking up another spell and turning himself into a girl, his supercharged new hormones...It was all too much for poor Ron. His eyes burned as he tried to fight back the tears. But a drip turned into a fountain, and before he knew it he was wailing and sobbing uncontrollably. 

“Hey, don’t cry. My friend was just being an ass. You didn’t mean it, right Crabbe? Apologize to the girl.”

Though blurry eyes Ron looked up and found Malfoy attempting to awkwardly console him.

“No,” Ron sputtered as tears mixed with snot in a noxious trickle that spread down his mouth and chin. “H..He’s right. I’m...I’m nothing b..but a failure. A b..bumbling oaf. And now...now I’m acting like a dumb tart and I have these ridiculous udders on my chest to boot. Why can’t I do anything right? I’m w...worthless. I wish that I’d never been bo -”

Ron’s blubbering was cut off as Draco reached out, gripped him by the shoulder and said, “Stop it.”

It was a demand, not a request, and the authority in his voice compelled Ron to obey. The waterworks began to dry down.

“Look, I don’t know you or what's going on in your life. But...I think I know how you feel,” Malfoy began. “There’s this other boy at school that I’m constantly measuring myself against, and I always come up a bit short. And so I catch myself thinking - Why am I always second best? What’s so wrong with me that I fail time and time again? Why do that infernal Potter and his sniveling friends have to pop up and rain on my parade every time I -”

Ron’s lip began to quiver as Malfoy launched into his angry tirade about Harry, but Draco seemed to realize that he was getting off track as he took a deep breath, pulled himself back together, and continued in a more neutral tone.

“Anyways, I know how horrid it is to feel like you’re not good enough. But the thing is...I think you’re being too hard on yourself. There’s definitely something special about you - I can tell. And in any case, you shouldn’t beat yourself up over what Crabbe has to say. Seriously Crabbe, calling someone else dumb and fat?”

Malfoy conspiratorially leaned in closer to Ron and said, “I mean, one time the guy ate so many cupcakes that he literally put himself into a coma.”

Despite himself, Ron let a high pitched giggle escape his lips.

Crabbe’s face turned red as he said, “Hey, I heard that! Dammit Draco - we don’t have time for this.” 

“I’m making time. Crabbe, why don’t you and Goyle run off and have that talk with Snape? I want to get to know my new friend....er, what is your name dear?”

“Ron...er, Ronnie,” Ron blurted.

Draco gave Ron a warm smile as he said, “Yes, I need to spend some time getting to know Ronnie. Just the two of us.”

"I’ll make sure that you-know-who hears about your lack of focus,” Crabbe hissed.

Draco stiffened, then said, “Bollocks to you-know-who.” 

Crabbe and Goyle gasped. 

Malfoy extended his arm towards Ron and said, “Shall we my dear?” 

Ron bit his lip and hesitated. The male part of his psyche was horrified at the situation. I mean, this was Draco Malfoy. The enemy. An arrogant, spoiled, asshole of a person. And even worse - he was a guy. Ron wasn’t attracted to guys, right? I mean, Draco probably wanted to do gross stuff like press his tall and toned body against Ron’s soft curves and kiss him on the lips. Or toy with his big sensitive nipples. Or even dance his fingers up Ron’s plump feminine thighs until they found their way under his schoolgirl skirt and...oh goodness, it was all too dreadful to even think about! But on the other hand, Ron had to admit that Draco had been totally wizard in defending him from Crabbe just now. And more than anything, Ron really appreciated that Draco had tried to lift his spirits when he was feeling so down about himself. Just for that, Ron probably owed him a second chance, right? And in private, without the annoying presence of Crabbe and Goyle, Draco could really open up and show Ron what type of boy he really was...

Ron’s heart fluttered as he stepped forward and clutched Draco’s arm. Malfoy flashed a winning smile as he led his prize towards a certain deserted bathroom, where his new friend Ronnie was certain to prove a pleasant distraction from all of life’s troubles for many nights to come.

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Crowned

Another repost, with the second photo swapped out for a porn-ban-appropriate one.

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Laney Boggs was the nerdiest, least popular girl at her high school. At least until Zack and Dean made a bet.

“Hey Zack, I’ll bet you $20 that you can’t turn Laney Boggs into the prom queen in the next six weeks!“

“You’re on!“

6 weeks later

“Well Dean, I think you’ll have to admit that I won the bet.“

“No way! That skank can’t be prom queen – she can’t even keep her clothes on.”

“Wait, wait, wait - prom queen? I thought you wanted me to turn her into a porn queen. Why would you want me to turn her into a prom queen, anyway? Only chicks give a shit about prom court.”

“Ummm, Daddy,” Laney cut in. “I’m like really horny. When do I get to fuck?”

“I’ll get right on that, doll face. What do you say Dean, want to move past the misunderstanding and double team this slut?”

“But…who won the bet?”

“We both did, Dean. We both did.”

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Brother and Sister

I haven’t had any time to write anything new lately, but I’ve had a few requests for old stuff so I’m going to repost some of the stories and captions from my prior site that meet the new Tumblr guidelines. Here’s a take I did on a classic fairy tale.

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Brother took his sister by the hand and said, “Since our mother died we have not had a moment of happiness. Our stepmother is a real bitch, and we have not had a single good meal since she stormed in with her vegan, gluten-free diet. The little dog under the table is better off, for at least his Alpo has meat in it. Come, let us go away together into the wide world."

They walked the whole afternoon over sidewalks, bridges, and cross walks. After many blocks, sister said, “God I need a drink. I think I see a neon sign up ahead. Why don’t we go in?”

Now little did brother and sister know that their stepmother was a witch, and she had secretly bewitched every watering hole in the city.

Brother and sister went into the establishment and implored the barkeep to pour his signature cocktail for sister.

“One Tiger’s Blood Punch, coming right up!” Said the bar keep.

But as the concoction was placed in front of sister and she was about to drink, the punch seemed to speak to brother and it said, "Whoever drinks from me will become a tiger. Whoever drinks from me will become a tiger.”

Then brother cried out, “Please, sister, do not drink, or you will become a wild animal and tear me to pieces.”

The sister did not imbibe, although she really needed a drink, and said, “I will wait for the next bar.”

When they came to the second bar, the house specialty was Hair of the Wolf, and brother heard it say, “Whoever drinks from me will become a wolf. Whoever drinks from me will become a wolf.”

Then the brother cried out, “Please, sister, do not drink, or you will become a wolf and eat me up.”

Sister did not drink, and said, “I will wait until we come to the next bar, but then I must drink, for today has been the worst.”

When they came to the third bar the bartender placed a Panty Dropper shot in front of sister. The brother heard how the drink said, “Whoever drinks from me will become a slutty bitch. Whoever drinks from me will become a slutty bitch.”

‘Oh my,’ Brother thought, ‘if sister drinks this shot she will probably want to fuck everything that moves, even me.’

Sister asked, “Do you hear anything this time, dear brother?”

Brother hesitated for a moment and said, “Ummm, nope. Not a thing. Everything is A-OK.”

Sister shrugged and downed the shot. She quickly realized something was wrong.

“Gawk, what was in that thing? Oh brother, I feel so strange. What is happening to me?”

Brother watched in awe as his classy, demure sister was transformed into a shameless slattern. She slowly recovered, but she was now completely different in body and mind from the sister he had known.

“Mmmmmm, that was delicious. Bartender, pour me another.”

With a new shot in hand, sister paraded up to to brother, flesh on display and lust in her eyes.

“Sneaky brother, you turned me into a little slut! Is this what you wanted?”

Sister placed her hand on brother’s crotch and started to toy with his manhood through his pants. Brother was quickly standing at full mast and gave a small groan as sister’s hands worked their magic.

“Mmmm, you are a naughty boy,” sister said as she rubbed her big fake tits against brother. “Do you know what I do to naughty boys?”

Sister slipped her hand inside brother’s pants and began stroking his full length with vigor.

Brother, lost in pleasure, closed his eyes and bent his head down in anticipation of kissing his whore of a sister. But instead of soft lips, his mouth was met with a shot glass and burning liquid that was poured down his throat.

“I turn them into naughty girls,” his sister said with a sneer on her lips. Brother felt as though every molecule of his body was on fire. His male essence shriveled away along with his manhood as he bent over the bar stool. Any goodness and charity in his soul was warped until he was a slutty bitch, just like his sister. As brother recovered, he examined his new tits and pussy in detail, and winked at the interested onlookers.

“Consider this payback for tricking me slut. But let’s move on to more important things - like getting some dick ASAP. Let’s go crash that stag party over there and see how many different Prince Charming’s we can fuck tonight.”

With that, sister and sister walked hand in hand towards their new lives as shameless sluts, and everyone lived happily ever after.

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Brother’s Keeper

"This feels like old times, doesn't it bro? Just two guys hanging out in the backyard, drinking beer and barbequing," Dani said with a nostalgic smile on her face.

I frowned. I’d been concerned when Dani insisted on cooking outside on the grill rather than in the kitchen like usual. And I'd almost shut her down when she grabbed a beer and started talking about the NCAA tournament. Referring to herself as a guy was the last straw. Her masculinity was clearly trying to reassert itself, and I would have to intervene before weeks of progress was undone. Dani noticed my stern expression and her smile faltered.  

"I think you're mistaken, Dani," I said. "I don't see two guys here. Do you?"

"No," she said softly.

"Because you're a woman, not a guy right?"

She nodded her head reluctantly.

I sighed. "I want to hear you say it, Dani. What are you?"

"I'm…I'm a woman."

I gave an encouraging nod. "And not just any woman. But a really sexy woman. You're getting so much better with your make up and hair. I'm really proud of the progress you've made."

The sexy blonde blushed. Whether it was due to embarrassment from being patronized by her little brother or arousal from my praise I couldn't tell. I drank in the sight of her massive tits and outrageous ass and felt my pants grow tight in the crotch. 

It was hard to believe that just a month ago this sexy creature had been my older brother Dan. He'd always been a real man's man, too. Growing up he taught me how to throw a baseball, fix a transmission and pick up chicks by acting like an asshole. He also bullied me and beat my ass for years, toughening me up in the process. In many ways I credited him with teaching me how to be a man. So it was obviously quite the shock when he came down with the gender change flu.

He got it bad, too. His doctor said that the changes were the most extreme he'd ever seen. Dan used to be 6'2" and a muscular 220 with a big dick. A real model of masculinity. Now Dani stands 5'4" and looks like an ultra-feminine bimbo doll.

At first she tried to blow off the changes and act like everything was the same as always. She went back to work at her construction job. She went out for beers with her old buddies. And she tried to pick up hot chicks. But she was in for a rude awakening. It turned out that her co-workers, friends and the rest of society did not treat her quite the same now that she looked like a little blonde sexpot.

Dan used to cat call at the hotties who walked by the construction site. Now Dani is subject to constant verbal harassment in public.

Dan used to crack blonde jokes and mansplain everything to women. Now people rarely take anything Dani says seriously and men coach and instruct her on even the simplest tasks, especially anything mechanical.

Dan used to be a real lady killer, fucking and casting aside half the women in town. Now sleazy guys are the ones crawling all over Dani, and the only chicks who express an interest are butch lesbians who want to sit on her pretty face.

It all proved to be too much for Dani to deal with, and she had a mental breakdown. She took a leave of absence from work and moved in with me because she couldn't afford her lease without her usual paycheck. Now she rarely leaves the house and is struggling to adjust.

Dani's therapist explained it like this. My sister's hypermasculine old self refused to accept that she was now in the body of a sexy woman so she was basically living in a state of constant denial. When everyone else treated her like a bimbo her mind became more and more distressed by the discrepancy until it essentially shut down. For Dani to get well and engage in public life again she needs to accept that she's a woman. But the therapist recommended a gradual, therapeutic approach so that she's not overwhelmed.

So now I call her my sister Dani rather than my brother Dan. I make sure she does her daily therapy, which includes things like practicing her make up, styling her hair, putting on sexy clothes and jewelry, watching videos of babies until her ovaries ache, and doing all the cooking and cleaning around the house. And I reprimand her when she starts acting too masculine. The approach is working. Every day Dani acts a little more feminine. She's even started looking at me a little differently. Staring at my muscles and my crotch with a mixture of jealousy and desire. And from the frequent whorish moans I've been hearing through our shared bedroom wall I'm fairly certain she's becoming more acclimated to the needs of her new body, too.

As demonstrated tonight the old Dan is still making his presence known, though it's becoming less and less frequent thanks to my diligent interventions. Properly cowed for the moment after I put her in her place, Dani turned back to the grill and continued her work. I was concerned that her behavior was the start of a backslide, so I decided to take things a bit further and remind Dani that she was now truly a woman in every way.

I slid up behind her and grabbed her hips, pressing my half erect cock into her big, jiggly ass until I hardened fully. My sister gasped and her entire body tensed as my bulge pressed against her crack.

"How's it going over here, sis? Are you ready to take my thick, juicy sausage?"

"What?" Dani squeaked.  

I chuckled. "My sausage. Are you ready for it?" I said. Then I held up the package of bratwurst I was carrying.

"Ye…yes. I'm ready for it."

"I bet you are, babe," I said as I set the sausages on the counter next to the grill, gave her ass a squeeze and stepped back.

Dani turned her head towards me and bit her lip as she stared at my crotch. I could almost feel the confusion emanating off of her. It was clear that her new pussy was craving my dick. But she wasn't ready to admit it. She hadn't completely let go of the old Dan.

As the one making sure that Dani completed her therapy, I felt it was my obligation to truly make a woman out of her. But I wasn't going to push it. The doctor said to take things slow, and that was fine with me. In the meantime I would make due with teasing Dani. With humiliating and establishing my dominance over her until she broke and begged to be my permanent bimbo fuck toy.

It was the least I could do. After all, Dan had been the one who taught me how to be a man. It was fitting that I should be the one who taught Dani how to be a woman.

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Do you plan on reposting any of your older stuff?

I have most of my older stuff saved, although a lot of it runs afoul of the new content guidelines. Do you have anything in particular in mind?

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The Nag is such an awesome read! I can't wait to see the next part. :P Thanks for writting it!

Thanks for the feedback. I’m struggling to find time to continue working on my longer stories at the moment but hopefully at some point I can get back to it.

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Easy Rider

Jesse had been trying to hitch a ride for hours when a grey sedan finally pulled off the road for him. The driver, a thirty-something greasy man with intense green eyes, rolled down his window and asked, “Where you headed?” 

“South. But honestly wherever you’re going is fine. I’d just be happy to get off my feet for a while.”

The driver flashed a wolfish grin and said, “Hop on in. My name’s Aidan.”

Once Jesse was situated and they were back on the road, Aidan asked about his story.

“I’m in between jobs and decided I needed an adventure,” Jesse said. “I’m trying to hitchhike down the entire west coast. But it hasn’t exactly gone like I’d hoped. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to get rides. This is turning into more of a really, really long walk than anything else. Honestly I’m thinking about just calling it quits, heading to the nearest bus station and going home.”

“And ruin the opportunity for the adventure of a lifetime? That would be a shame,” Aiden said. “Maybe the problem is with your technique. I might be able to offer you some assistance. You see, I understand the human mind. I know what they want and what they fear. I’m sure that after I’m done with you people will be tripping all over themselves to give you a ride. Will you accept my offer of aid?” Aiden asked.

“I...guess,” Jesse said tentatively. “I’ll at least listen to what you have to say.”

The man’s eyes gleamed. “Close enough to acceptance in my book. Now first off - ditch the hoody.”

“But it’s cold today,” Jesse protested. 

“Picking up a hitchhiker requires a leap of faith,” Aiden explained. “You’re opening yourself up to a stranger. At a minimum you need to be able to look that person in the face and trust that they aren’t some kind of axe murderer. By concealing yourself under a hood you are implying that you have something to hide, that you can’t be trusted. Now take it off and let’s have a look at the rest of you.”

Jesse was a little surprised at the forceful nature of Aiden’s tone. He was even more surprised when he found himself obeying the command.

Aiden clucked his tongue. “Well those prison tats on your arm certainly aren’t doing you any favors.”

“I’ve never been to prison. I just like tattoos.”

“Normal people can’t tell the difference. We’ll just have to work on finding other ways of making you look less intimidating.” 

“I don’t look intimidating,” Jesse scoffed.

“You may not think so. But a tall, muscular man with tattoos? People are likely to think that you’re some kind of violent criminal. We’ll have to work on this. Tell me - how tall are you and how much do you weigh?”

“I’m -” Jesse was about to say 6′2″ and 200 pounds, but he stopped and frowned and seemed to slide down into his seat. 6′2″? He wished!

“I’m 5′4″ and 120 pounds,” said Jesse. Looking over at Aiden, Jesse was startled to realize how big the man appeared. Had he been that big when Jesse got in the car? Not for the first time, Jesse questioned his decision to hitchhike. He was smaller and weaker than most men and even a lot of women. What if someone tried to take advantage of him?

Aiden snickered. “I guess you aren’t as big and intimidating as I thought. Still, there’s a lot of women who don’t want to let a man into their car. You could be a rapist, after all.”

Jesse felt a pinching sensation in his crotch as his sizable package shriveled and turned into a sensitive clit while his balls turned inward and formed into a pretty, pink slit. His nipples expanded and became more sensitive while small breasts appeared on his chest. His facial hair receded and his Adam’s apple disappeared.

“But I’m not a man,” Jessi protested in a now much higher pitched voice. “Just because I have short hair doesn’t mean I’m a dude!”

“Oh dear, what a mistake I’ve made,” Aiden said. “But still, I think we may have found the reason why you aren’t getting enough rides. People are much more willing to pick up female hitchhikers then men. You need to look more feminine. You need to broadcast the fact that you’re a woman so there’s no mistaking it.”

Jessi’s short brown locks exploded into a mass of styled blond hair. Makeup spread across her face, eyes and lips. Her clothes became tight and trendy, highlighting her smallish breasts and tight ass.  

"What the hell do you mean?” Jessi asked. She put a lot of effort into her look and it was insulting to be told that she didn’t appear feminine enough.

“What I mean,” Aiden said. “Is that men would be a lot more willing to give you a ride if you looked like a woman who knows how to gave a good time.”

Jessi’s breasts swelled into massive titties that wobbled frantically with every bump in the road. Her lips grew into plump cocksuckers. Her hips widened and she was lifted higher from her seat as she grew a thick bubble butt that was perfect to plow into from behind. 

Jessi was getting a weird vibe from her driver. Sure, she was used to guys staring at her huge tits. But Aiden’s gaze was more predatory than most. Suddenly walking didn’t sound so bad anymore.  

“I think this is good,” she blurted. “Just let me out here and I’ll be on my way.”

“Nonsense my dear,” Aiden said. “I’m not going to let you out until I get you somewhere safe. Why, can you imagine all of the deranged men about who would love to take advantage of a pretty little thing like you? With a body like yours I’m sure that you’re constantly being propositioned.”

It was true. Jessi had to practically beat men off with a stick to keep them away from her. She was always being called a bitch and a tease, but it wasn’t fair. Guys just didn’t know what it was like to constantly be pursued like some kind of prey. It was so stressful to always have to keep her guard up. She had obviously screwed up by trying to hitchhike. With a sexy body like hers it was just a matter of time before some sketch ball tried to force himself on her. Jessi’s train of thought was broken when she felt Aiden’s hand on her inner thigh. She slapped it away and said, “Let me out now, asshole. Or I’m calling the cops.”

Aiden scowled in response. “Maybe we’ve been looking at this the wrong way. I think that your problem isn't your appearance - it's your attitude. Here I am going out of my way to do you a favor, and all I get in response is threats and disrespect. No wonder no one wants to give you a ride. You should be more grateful when someone does you a good turn. Be eager to please and willing to payback the favor in return.”

Jessi felt ashamed at herself for assuming the worst from a man who had only tried to help her. “I’m so sorry, sir. I am grateful for your help, honest. But what can I do to pay you back? I don’t have a lot of money or anything. But if there’s anything I can do -”

“Well, a dumb bimbo like you really only knows one way to pay back a man’s generosity. By letting him use your sexy body however he wants.”

‘Dumb bimbo?’ Jessi thought. It seemed a bit much. Sure, she was a bit of a ditz, but....oh who was she kidding - she was totally a dumb bimbo! She giggled vapidly and said, “You’re right mister. Gosh, you’ve been like super nice to me. Maybe I could like be super nice to your cock to make it up to you. Would you like to take me for a ride?”

Jessi squirmed in pleasure when Aiden’s hand returned to her inner thigh. 

Aiden chuckled. “What a splendid idea my little slut.”

The car pulled up to a fancy mansion and Aiden shut off the engine. 

“And it just so happens that we’ve reached the perfect place to allow you to make good on your promise - my home.  You know, I think we’ve solved your little problem. I’m absolutely certain that you won’t have any difficulties getting rides anymore.”

“Yay me!” Jessi squealed enthusiastically, feeling her new pussy positively drench itself as she envisioned the ride she was about to receive. Maybe hitchhiking wasn’t going to be so hard after all.

[mydirtyhabit]

Miss Diagnosis

Drs. Huff and Humphrey huddled with Nurses Bolton and Horne to discuss their next patient. 

“Mr. Morris was brought in by ambulance at 11:45 A.M. following a motor vehicle accident. The initial diagnosis was a dislocated shoulder, which has been treated. But his blood work suggested additional abnormalities including an extremely high white blood cell count and an off the charts testosterone level,” Nurse Bolton said.

“It very possibly could be a testicular cancer,” Dr. Humphrey said. “We will need to do a full physical examination. Please remove the patient’s clothes and put him in a gown.”

“Understood,” Nurse Bolton said.

“Can I ask why the patient has been restrained and sedated?” Dr. Huff asked. 

“When he was informed that he was to be kept for further testing, Mr. Morris became delusional and began to rant and rave about how he needed to leave the hospital because he has a magic penis that turns anyone who sees it into a dumb bimbo slut,” Nurse Horne said.

“Well I guess you ladies better sit this one out,” Dr. Huff said with a smirk on his face. “That is...unless you’re looking for a hot date tonight.”

Nurse Bolton rolled her eyes. “I’ll take my chances. In my experience all men think their dicks are magic. But they only have one trick and it’s usually a disappointment.”

The group shared a chuckle over this. 

“Well, I suppose we better go have a look at Mr. Magic Dick, then,” Dr. Humphrey said.

30 Minutes Later

“So like what do you think is wrong with him?” Dr. HumpMe asked.

“I don’t know silly - you’re supposed to be the doctor.”

“But you’re like totally a doctor too, Muffy.”

“Oh yeah. Teeheehee. I know, I’ll check him out with this stetho-majiggy. You guys - I can like totally hear something!”

Nurse Bolt-ons giggled. “Muffy, you’re just listening to your own titties, silly.”

“Oh. Well, my titties sound like super healthy. But then what’s wrong with this stud?”

“I think I might know.”

All eyes turned to Nurse Horny.

“He seems to have like a really big growth right here.”

Nurse Horny traced her finger along a bulge on the patient’s crotch that was evident through the bed sheet. All of the women gasped and hungrily stared as the bulge thickened and sprang up, up and up. 

“Ooooh I think you’re right, Horny. He’s totally stiff and swollen. But how do we fix him?” Dr. HumpMe asked.“

“I don’t know silly - you’re supposed to be the doctor.”

“But you’re like totally a doctor too, Muffy.”

“Oh yeah. Teeheehee. I know - we could do stuff to this stud’s thingy to like make his swelling go down.”

Nurse Bolt-Ons licked her swollen lips and said, “Like what kind of stuff?”

“Like super sexy stuff with our mouths and pussies,” Dr. Muffy replied.

All of the women squealed and moaned as they imagined the ‘treatment’ they were about to provide.

“But there’s like a problem,” Nurse Horny said. “He only has one thingy and we have like...lots of mouths and pussies.”

“Don’t worry sweetie. We can totally take turns. But since I’m the doctor I’ll like need to check him out first,” Dr. Muffy said.

All the other women pouted. Then Nurse Horny had an idea. She turned to Dr. HumpMe and Nurse Bolt-ons. “Um, I haven’t gotten examined in like forever. Maybe you two could check me out while we wait for our turns to like fuck, er, treat the patient?”

“That’s like a super smart idea, Horny!” Dr. HumpMe said eagerly. 

“Yeah, my pussy is like super achy and I think I need to be checked out, too,” Nurse Bolt-Ons said.

The were interrupted by a squeal from Dr. Muffy as she straddled the patient and thrust his monstrous shaft into her dripping pussy.

“Omygawd Omygawd! We were so mmmmmm totally wrong about this guy. Mmmmmm! He really does have a magic dick. And it feels so fucking good!”

 “Yay! I like totally knew we could figure this out if we all put our heads together,” Dr. HumpMe said. “Still, we better keep this stud around for overnight observation. You know, like just in case.”

[mydirtyhabit]

A Great Compromise

Barbara and Allen both had hectic work schedules as full time professionals, and Barbara insisted that they needed a dedicated housekeeper in order to maintain the cleanliness of their home. She was so insistent that she even threatened to cut off sex until she got her way. Allen, on the other hand, was opposed to allowing an untrustworthy stranger to snoop through their belongings, especially since he had a number of sensitive scientific experiments in the basement. The couple were really at an impasse.

Fortunately, a breakthrough on one of Allen’s projects led to a solution. The development of the Bimbomatic 5000 promised revenue such that the couple would no longer need the income from two salaries. And after being given a first hand demonstration of the tech, Barbie was too dumb to continue working as an architect, anyway. Some people say that a compromise is a deal where both sides get something that neither wanted. But don’t tell that to Barbie. She’s so ecstatic that her home now has a full-time housekeeper that she’ll happily spread her legs for her husband anytime he wants. And Allen can’t help but agree that with his wife on her knees, things are looking up.

[mydirtyhabit]

The Nag, Part V

Tracy stared at the hotel door and took a deep breath. Even breathing was more difficult with all her extra weight, and every tiny movement made her layers of flesh shake and wobble in a completely foreign fashion. Her 2XL shorts and t-shirt, the largest sizes available from a nearby shop Victor had visited, were too small and just accentuated what a fat whale she'd turned into. "I'm not sure I can do this," she said gloomily. "You'll be fine. You don't look that bad," Victor said. Tracy just glared at him. In addition to aging over a decade she’d at least doubled her prior weight of 135. They both knew that she looked worse than 'that bad.' "At least no one is going to recognize you," he added. "Plus we need to get something to eat before the drive home, right?" Tracy was starving, and just the mention of food made her stomach gurgle and proved to be the motivation required to get moving out the door, down the elevator and towards the hotel's breakfast buffet. She still couldn't believe she was going out in public like this. She had never thought of herself as a particularly vain woman, but now that she'd lost her trim figure and youthful features she realized just how important her good looks had been to her self-confidence. Whereas she normally stood tall with good posture and greeted everyone with a bright smile, now she found herself hunching over and looking down at the ground, hoping that she would become invisible. It didn't help that she was constantly horny. Yes, it was better than last night. But there was no where to go but up from that train wreck. She had compulsively masturbated for 10 hours straight until she passed out in a filthy puddle of her own sweat and cum. But even now her mind turned to her clit with every other thought, and she found that her hands would begin drifting towards the crotch of her pants unless she paid close attention to them. She really wished that she had a bra and panties that fit her, but that would have to wait. Victor's youth and hardened physique only made their contrast more extreme, and as the couple walked into the buffet area Tracy imagined that everyone's eyes were on the fat slob walking hand in hand with the young stud and thinking that her husband must be out of his damn mind. Tracy grabbed her usual breakfast items - granola, yogurt, and a coffee. The sausage, waffles, bacon and donuts were much more tempting today than usual. Her obese body seemed to crave fat, salt and sugar like drugs. But she told herself that she wasn't going to be the gross fat lady who pigged out on greasy food. Surprisingly, Victor grabbed himself a healthy plate of fruit and yogurt, too. "Why are you eating healthy? It's not like you have to lose weight," Tracy asked. "That powder you took makes you age according to your recent lifestyle choices. I'm going to get more of it to get my age closer to normal, and I want to make healthy decisions before I take it." "So you don't become a fat blimp like me?" Tracy said, voicing the obvious. "We’re going to get you back to normal," Victor said. "The people at SolutionCorp told me that the Fountain of Youth elixir works by returning your body to the way it looked when you were younger. So if the elixir returns you to your real age of 32, then you're body should look like it did at 32 and drop the excess weight." "And what about the other thing. My…needs. Will the elixir solve that too?" Victor shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm not sure about that. In fact…it's possible the elixir could make things worse on that front." Tracy's eyes widened. "Worse? You've got to be kidding me! If I was any hornier I'd be humping the chair as we speak. And you think things might get worse?! Are you telling me that my options are to become a nymphomaniac or stay old, fat and horny?" "We'll figure it out," Victor said hesitantly. "Maybe they have another product that can help." "Yeah, because their products have been so helpful so far," Tracy muttered. "Victor, why on Earth didn't you tell me the truth to begin with about SolutionCorp? We could have avoided this whole mess." Victor didn't meet her eyes as he said, "I was embarrassed. I took too much of the stuff and turned into a hot headed kid with a hyperactive sex drive. I thought I could fix it before you came home, and you caught me off-guard when you got back early." As Tracy stared at her husband she got the feeling that he still wasn't being completely forthcoming. But then her stomach grumbled again. Her mind turned from Victor's screw up towards supplementing a breakfast that had been woefully insufficient for her new stomach, and she glanced towards the buffet. "We'll talk more about this later," she said. "I'm going to help myself to a second plate." "Why don't I head back to the room, finish packing, and meet you back here with the bags?" Tracy looked around the room uneasily. But she nodded her head in the affirmative. "Will you be OK down here by yourself?" Victor asked. "I'm a big girl, Victor." Tracy cringed slightly when she realized the unintended humor of her statement. "Alright. I'll get everything squared away and meet you back down here in about 20." Tracy nodded, heaved herself out of her chair and waddled over to the buffet line. This time she allowed herself substantial portions of bacon, scrambled eggs, sausage, potatoes, toast, and orange juice. Her obesity was a temporary thing that would be fixed by the elixir, she rationalized, so she shouldn’t kill herself over eating a little more than usual. She had just taken a bite of a juicy sausage when a stylish woman in her late-40's approached. The woman wore a pleasant smile, but Tracy could feel judging eyes roving her plump body and cheap clothes. The woman gave a pitying look that reminded Tracy how far she had fallen. 'Just yesterday this woman would have been envious of my youth, beauty and figure. And now she feels sorry for me because I'm so fat and ugly. Fuck my life," Tracy thought. "Hello," the woman said cordially. "Would you mind if I had a seat with you for a moment?" "Uh, OK," Tracy said. She wasn't exactly in the mood to socialize and she had no idea why the woman would want to sit with her, as there were plenty of open tables around. But she didn't want to be impolite. "I'm Melinda," the woman said. "And that's my daughter Rachel." Melinda pointed to a blushing young brunette at another table who looked about 19. "And we've treated ourselves to a girl's trip this week." "That's nice. I'm Tracy." The food in front of her was making her salivate, so she went ahead and took a few bites of eggs. A loud belch erupted from her lips, causing her cheeks to turn red."Er, excuse me," she said. The woman's look of pity had returned. Tracy was beginning to get really annoyed. 'Why can't this lady just let me be disgusting in peace?' She thought. She returned to her food for comfort. Melinda looked towards her daughter and Rachel nodded encouragingly. Melinda sighed. "Well Tracy…I'm sorry, this is all a little awkward. The reason that I'm over here is because my daughter is curious about your son. Is he single? Will the two of you be staying at the hotel for a few days?" "My…son?" Tracy asked in confusion. Then it sunk in. This harpy and her tramp of a daughter thought that her Victor was her son and they wanted to play matchmaker. And why wouldn't they think that? With Tracy looking like an old beached whale and Victor like a young stud, no one in their right mind would suspect that Victor was actually her older husband. "He's married," Tracy said coldly. The faces of Melinda and Rachel fell simultaneously. "Already?" Melinda said, the disappointment evident in her tone. "Drat. The good ones always get snatched up so early. Well, please tell that wife of his that she's a lucky woman." 'Not as lucky as you might think,' Tracy thought sullenly. Melinda quickly retreated as if she could catch a case of Tracy's obesity just from breathing the same air. Tracy looked down at her plate and was surprised to find that it was empty. Had she really eaten all that food without even realizing it? Not only that, but she found that bits of egg and grease stains had attached themselves all over her new shirt. She had stuffed her face like a sloppy pig just as naturally as breathing. 'Great, now I look like even more of a slob,' she thought. And the worst part was that she was still hungry. Tracy had always prided herself on her self control. But she felt woefully unprepared to deal with the strong cravings for food and sex that were flooding her system. She teetered on the edge of the decision for a moment before hurrying back up to the buffet. She helped herself to one plate filled with sausages and another stacked with croissants. By the time she started wolfing down her sausages Tracy's mind once again turned to her husband. She should be furious with him for getting her into this predicament. But when she reached for her anger it evaporated before she could properly channel it. And all that was left was a burning desire for his big dick. She knew it was the SolutionCorp drugs doing this to her, but that knowledge didn't stymy her need and she longed to feel him inside of her. Victor was disgusted by her body right now, she knew. But maybe she could find a way around that. She was still his wife. And it was his dishonesty that caused this mess, after all. Maybe she could guilt him into fucking her. A pity fuck, even. Just so long as she got stuffed with that big, hard sausage of his… "Hey lady - would it kill you to wear a bra? Some of us are trying to eat here." Tracy looked up and saw that the speaker was the ugly, overweight 40-something-year-old man who'd been ogling her in the elevator yesterday. He was staring at her tits once again, but this time his face was filled with revulsion rather than desire. Tracy glanced down and found that her thick nipples had stiffened and were protruding quite notably through her tight, grease-stained t-shirt. The overweight pervert guy was disgusted at the sight of her erect nipples. Could this day get any worse? She fought off the tears threatening the edge of her vision, stood up as quickly as she could, and lumbered back towards the room. She took the plate of croissants with her. Victor volunteered to drive from the beach back to their house, for which Tracy was grateful. The long night of diddling her clit had left little time for rest and she was exhausted. It would be nice to turn off her brain and not have to deal with her out-of-control cravings for a few hours. She closed her eyes and drifted off. It was her wedding day. All of her friends and family were turned in their seats and staring at her as she stood with her father at her side, ready to commence with her walk down the aisle. She could see a mixture of happiness and envy spread across the sea of faces around her. Tracy was radiant, the most beautiful woman in the church, and her face practically glowed. Her lacey A-line gown highlighted her gorgeous figure, and the plunging neckline displayed a healthy amount of her bountiful cleavage. She looked up at the altar. Victor stood with the priest, flanked by the groomsmen and bridesmaids on either side. A giddy smile was plastered on the handsome face of her husband-to-be, and Tracy went all gooey inside. She couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life with him. Hell, she couldn’t wait to spend tonight with him. She felt naughty as she stood by her father's side in a church and thought about all of the ways that she would consummate her marriage later that evening. But something was wrong. 'Here comes the bride' wasn't playing, and Tracy was getting more and more agitated. It seemed important for her to get to the altar quickly, even if that meant skipping the music. If she didn't make it in time she was sure that something bad would happen. "Dad, let's just go," she pleaded. But her father just stood there. She tugged at his arm, urging him on, but he remained unresponsive. Tracy was becoming panicked. She needed to move. She tugged harder and harder, frantically trying to break free. Her arm slipped out unexpectedly from her father's firm grasp, and she found herself stumbling and falling backwards. She landed so hard that the breath was knocked from her lungs and she had to take a moment to regain her senses. 'How embarrassing,' she thought. 'Falling on my ass at my own wedding with everyone staring at me.' But as she pushed herself to her feet and dusted off her white gown Tracy was surprised to find that the eyes of the crowd were no longer focused on her. Rather, they had turned towards the altar. Tracy quickly realized that something was very wrong with the picture before her. Victor stood opposite a beautiful young blonde woman who was wearing a white wedding dress. The priest had already begun the proceedings, and the blonde was in Tracy’s place as the bride. "Wait!" Tracy shouted. "Victor – that’s the wrong woman!" But no one seemed to notice her, as they were all too enraptured by the sight of the beautiful couple staring deeply into each other's eyes. Tracy began to scuttle forward as quickly as she could in her tall heels. At first she was making good progress, but it started becoming harder and harder to move her legs, like she was wading through quick sand. Puzzled, she looked down to find that her toned thighs and calves were becoming thicker and fleshier with every step. Her tummy was softer and droopier, and her form-fitting wedding dress was starting to look like a sausage casing as it dug into new rolls of fat. "No!" Tracy squealed. She had to stop the ceremony. Onward she went, her brow beginning to dampen with sweat and her dimpled thighs and bloated butt jiggling more and more with every step. Her dress was laughably undersized at this point, and it was a becoming a real impediment. Tracy's fat hips and thighs were so constrained that she had to begin taking short hops rather than steps, and still her body continued to swell and swell. The hopping caused her rotund stomach and droopy breasts to wobble wildly. Worse, her frantic movements were causing a stomach cramp that was becoming more and more painful. But she was getting close. She could hear the couple reading their vows now, pledging their love and loyalty to each other for eternity. Tracy was desperate to get to the altar. But each hop was gaining her less distance forward. Sweat was now streaming down her face, and her stomach bloated and ached. She briefly pictured how ridiculous she looked - an obese woman in a far too tight wedding gown slowly flopping down the wedding aisle like the she was the last place contestant in a gunny sack race at the family picnic. She was only 10 feet away from the steps to the altar, but hopping was becoming too difficult and she was forced into an awkward and incredibly slow shuffle. Her stomach was throbbing, causing her to whimper in pain. "Victor - Look at me!" She screamed. But once again she was ignored. Tracy was beginning to think this was hopeless. She would never make it in time. Things were beginning to draw towards a close at the altar, and the priest called out, "If anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." 'This is it,' Tracy thought frantically. I’ve to do something now.' Despair filling her soul, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "No - Stop!" Her shriek finally broke the spell which had concealed her from the others present, and everyone turned to stare at the obese woman in the absurdly small wedding dress who was inching her way towards the altar. Victor looked confused, as if struggling to remember who Tracy was. "Victor, you can't marry that woman!" Tracy shouted. "And why on Earth not?" The blonde woman asked in a haughty tone. Now was the chance for Tracy to state her case. To remind Victor that she was the one who he loved. Make him remember their dreams of starting a family and growing old together that they'd shared late at night in each other's arms while bathed in the pleasant afterglow of orgasmic bliss. "Because I -" *Pfffffffft* The beginning of Tracy's heartfelt plea to win back the love of her life was interrupted by the high-pitched whine of her own fart. Her cheeks turned crimson, and chuckles could be heard throughout the crowd. It was beyond mortifying, but Tracy couldn't give up now when she just knew she was so close to winning Victor back. "What I mean is -" *RRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP* A much louder burst of air escaped her anus this time, and her butt cheeks reverberated with such force that the seam of her dress ripped right over her ass crack. Men were doubled over from laughing and women were either tittering or shaking their heads in disgust. Tracy was on the verge of tears, but she felt that if she could just convince Victor that she was the woman whom he really loved then this terrible nightmare would just go away and everything would be returned to normal. "Victor, please. You have to listen to me. I…I…Oh God, I have to fart!" A 'fart' wasn’t a sufficient term to describe the roaring blast that erupted from Tracy's ass. It stretched on and on only to end in a wet, splattering finish. The rip in Tracy's dress expanded until, under extreme pressure from her heavy rolls, the garment simply exploded off of her body. Tracy emerged from the dress like a butterfly from a cocoon. However, unlike a slender and beautiful butterfly, Tracy was an obese slob. She had to be at least 400 pounds. Her hair was limp and greasy. Her face was chubby and pimpled. Surprisingly, she was still clothed, but no longer in her beautiful wedding gown. Her gargantuan ass was crammed into a pair of leather shorts meant for a much smaller woman, and she had on a t-shirt bearing the words, 'Tons of Fun,' that wasn't big enough to contain her enormous belly. The crowd's laughter had largely died off and people just looked revolted and horrified. A rancid odor pervaded the air around Tracy, and the people closest to her began to gag. "Jesus - did she just shit herself?" A man asked while holding his nose. Victor just shook his head sadly, clearly disgusted. The blonde woman sneered at Tracy in victory, then turned to the priest. "Now that we've gotten that atrocious display out of the way can we please wrap this up?" "Very well," the priest said. "By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you man and wife." Victor swept the beautiful blonde into his strong arms and kissed her with wild passion, groping her supple body in a manner far raunchier than you would expect at a wedding. As he crowd stood and cheered, Tracy screamed out, "No! Over and over again. This was truly her worst nightmare realized. Making a disgusting spectacle out of herself in front of her family and friends, losing the love of her life, being changed into a fat, disgusting slob...It was all terrible. But even worse was the shame that erupted within her as her clit began to throb mercilessly while she watched Victor and the beautiful woman who had stolen him away rip each other's clothes off and begin to ravish each other right on the altar in front of God, family and friends. "Tracy! Tracy, it's OK - wake up!" Tracy woke up screaming. As she came to her senses, she found that she was in the car with Victor's hand on her shoulder. 'A dream! Thank God it was all a dream!' Tracy thought with relief. But as she looked down and saw her bloated belly poking out of a grease-stained t-shirt her spirits sunk. Not all of it was a dream. Her clit still throbbed. And something in the car smelled absolutely rancid. She noticed that Victor had rolled the window down. She remembered.... Oh dear God - she hadn't actually sharted herself like she had in her dream, had she? The smell seemed to confirm the worst. "That must have been some nightmare," Victor said. He looked slightly nauseated. "It was terrible," Tracy said. She was revolted by herself. She couldn't blame Victor for not wanting to touch her. She cringed as she remembered her arousal upon witnessing dream Victor make love to another woman. It was the fault of the drugs, she reasoned. She had been changed from a normal, attractive woman into a fat, disgusting pervert. She started to tear up. "Victor," she said softly. "Do you still love me? Even like this?" Her husband gripped her shoulder tightly. His eyes looked sad. "Of course I do. It's still you in there, Tracy. Don’t ever forget who you are inside. You're still the woman I love." They passed the rest of the drive in reflective silence. When they pulled into the driveway of their house, Tracy left Victor to start unpacking. "I'm going to go freshen up," she said, intent on changing out of her dirtied shorts. But as she entered the house Tracy's stomach grumbled and, despite her large breakfast, she decided she needed a snack and made her way towards the kitchen. However, she stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed a young blonde woman standing at her kitchen counter. The woman looked no older than 22 and was tall, about 5’10”. She had a slim waist, curvy hips, and large and perky cleavage pouring out of her sundress that had to be at least an E cup. Her skin was flawless, her eyes a dazzling green, and she had full plump lips. Even her curly blonde hair was perfect. The woman was absolutely gorgeous. And Tracy had no idea who she was or what she was doing in her house. Tracy just gaped for a moment at the attractive stranger who was unpacking a shopping bag as if she owned the place. Then the blonde looked up and became startled when she saw Tracy. "Who are you?" The blonde asked. “And what is that disgusting smell?” Tracy was incredulous. "Who am I? I'm the owner of this house, that's who. Now you have about two seconds to tell me what the fuck you're doing here before I call the cops." The blonde did not back down. "Don't lie to me you troll. My daughter and her husband own this house." The woman was so confident in her response that Tracy thought for a moment that she'd entered the wrong home. But a quick glance about was enough to confirm that, yes, this was her own house. And she thought for a moment about what the woman had said. This girl obviously wasn't old enough to have a daughter who was married. She was most likely a liar and a thief. Then Tracy noticed the rabbit's foot keychain that was on the counter. She recognized it as her mom's keychain. Her blood ran cold and she started toward the blonde. "How did you get that key? Did you hurt the old woman you stole that key from?!" Victor entered the kitchen lugging a few bags and a suitcase. "Hey, what's all the commotion about in here?" He said. Then he saw Tracy and the blonde, both looking like they wanted to tear each other’s throat out. "Oh shit," he said.

[mydirtyhabit]

The Nag, Part IV

"Oww! Victor, stop. This just isn't working." Victor felt an animal urge to continue. To keep fucking his wife despite her complaints. His amped up sex drive was like a runaway freight train once it got going. But looking at his wife’s pleading eyes ramped him down a notch, and he climbed off of her. His erection would persist until he came, he knew. He was still going to have to take care of this in the bathroom before it got painful, probably while watching the video of Nora on his phone. 'The only way to bust a nut on my romantic vacation with my wife is to jerk off to her mom,' he thought glumly. It was so fucked up. He'd hoped that creating some distance between him and Nora would lessen his craving for her, but if anything the opposite was true. It certainly didn't help that Victor's new size was simply proving too much for his wife's vagina. It wasn't for lack of effort or squeamishness on her part. They had tried Thursday evening and again tonight. He winced as he noticed her limping as she got up and got herself a glass of water. He could tell that she was angry and frustrated. His swollen balls throbbed, heightening his own frustration. "You had a perfectly good cock. Why did you have to go and biggie size it?" Tracy grumbled. "I'm sorry babe. You know this isn't what I wanted." "Out of all the problems we could have in our marriage, I never thought having a husband with a dick too big to fit in my pussy would be one of them," Tracy said as she climbed back into bed. Victor knew that he had a potential solution to the problem, but he hesitated to use it. The package from SolutionCorp had arrived in the mail before they left for this beach, and he had brought it along. The SolutionCorp representative had indicated that the Eager Beaver pills would allow a woman to take care of his needs. But he hadn't brought it up with Tracy for a few reasons. First off, over the course of their beach trip Victor had sensed a slowly simmering anger and resentment building within his wife. His guild-ridden mind wondered whether she could smell the scent of another woman on him like she was a blood hound. The last thing he needed was to set Tracy off and provoke some kind of confrontation, as his testosterone packed brain was completely unpredictable when his emotions flared. And he figured that offering her a pill that might turn her into a cum-craving slut just so that she would take care of his sexual needs might very well be the straw that would break the camel's back. In addition, it would be difficult to impossible to tell Tracy about Eager Beaver without revealing the lies that he'd told her about how his physical changes occurred. Tracy had caught him completely flat footed by coming home early, and the issue was compounded by his shock at the realization that he'd almost raped his wife while believing her to be Nora. When Tracy questioned him about his physical changes he'd struggled for an explanation. He certainly couldn't tell her the truth - that his mother-in-law had slipped him miracle drugs in order to flare his arousal and tempt him into continuing their affair. He recalled that he'd previously told Tracy that the products from SolutionCorp were energy supplements, so he continued that lie and told her that his youth and enlarged dick had occurred unintentionally and were the products of an overdose of that supplement. He was kicking himself now for his shoddy explanation, but it was the best he could come up with at the time. He'd also held off on taking the age progression powder so far. He remembered the sales representative's warning that the powder would take your recent lifestyle changes into account when aging your body. The truth was that he couldn't really remember how healthy he'd been over the past week because his memory was clouded by a lust-induced amnesia from his sexcapades with Nora. He still wanted to age forward to 30, but he wanted make sure that he was making healthy lifestyle choices in the week before taking the pill. So he'd been eating healthy foods, abstaining from alcohol and working out in the hotel gym. Victor figured that he would be safe to take the pill in another day or two. In the meantime he would just have to hope that his rampant aggression and out-of-control libido didn't lead him into doing anything incredibly stupid. He turned to Tracy and found her looking at him questioningly. "Honey, we're OK, right?" After a heartbeat's hesitation, Victor wrapped his muscular arms around her and kissed her on the forehead. "Of course, babe. I love you so much. We'll find a way to get through this. I promise." Victor's swollen balls throbbed insistently. "Ugh. I think that seafood dinner is doing a number on my stomach. I need to hit the head for a bit" Tracy sighed and rolled onto her side as Victor grabbed his phone and retreated to the bathroom. Saturday afternoon found Victor and Tracy stretched out on beach towels and soaking up rays on the sand in front of their hotel. Tracy took her eyes off the romance novel she was half-heartedly reading and admired her husband's back. It seemed like even his muscles had muscles, and with the sun beating down off his skin he glistened like a Greek god. She had forgotten what a stud he'd been in his younger days when he lifted weights. Yeah, he looked sexy. But Tracy fervently wished that he would just turn back to his normal, 37-year-old-self. For one thing, Tracy's dreams of wild, passionate sex on the trip had completely fizzled out. She was still sore from the encounters. She was frustrated with Victor for taking a weird drug and making this an issue. But perhaps more than that she was becoming more and more insecure about her own body. What kind of wife was unable to fit her husband’s dick into her vagina? And while Tracy couldn't help but stare at and appreciate Victor's hot new muscles, it seemed like every other woman on the beach was doing the same thing. Many of whom were quite a bit younger than her. It was almost as though she could read the question in each of their eyes as they glanced from Victor to Tracy and back - 'What is he doing with her?' Tracy examined herself for the umpteenth time. She'd found the perfect sexy bikini for the trip while shopping at a break during her conference. The floral halter enhanced her already-generous cleavage, and the ruffled bottom allowed her rounded butt cheeks to play peek-a-boo when she strutted along the beach. It was more risqué than her usual, but she was so excited to surprise Victor with it. But it turned out that the swimsuit was small potatoes compared to her own surprise at seeing her transformed husband. And under the critical gaze of a parade of sexy 20-somethings who all seemed to eye her husband like a piece of meat, the skimpy bikini only highlighted the faults of Tracy's 32-year-old, size 12 body. It didn't help that ever since her promotion Tracy's days had been filled with too much stress and rushed fast food meals, and with too little sleep and practically no physical activity. While she was by no means overweight, she had probably gained five pounds over the last week and her tummy looked softer than usual. As two waif-thin blondes no older 20 walked by and blatantly stared at Victor, Tracy vowed to start eating healthier and begin jogging again as soon as she got back home. 'Was this what Victor wanted all along?' Tracy wondered. To be a young heartthrob attracting attention from throngs of young women? Sure, he claimed that this was all a mistake. But a 'mistake' that turned a middle-aged man into a young, big dicked stud seemed all too convenient. And Tracy wasn’t sure what to think about his assertion that the overdose was affecting his mental state. It was undeniable that he was acting differently. But was this a side effect of the supplement or just part of a mid-life crisis that led Victor to use products to begin with? She couldn't fathom that it was the overdose that was causing him to eat healthy and work out every morning on their vacation. It seemed more likely that he was trying to maintain and enhance his youthful form. For the first time in their marriage, Tracy wasn't sure that she could trust her husband. Tracy suspected that he was lying about his changes being unintentional. And in turn she wondered whether he was lying about other things as well. When she surprised him by coming home early Tracy could have sworn that Victor was expecting someone else. Another woman. Could the reaction have been the product of some fever dream? Very possibly. But when he'd gained hold of his senses he'd seemed incredibly anxious as he explained his physical changes. And when a dumbstruck Tracy told him about the beach trip but suggested they stay home if he wasn’t feeling well, Victor had jumped at the chance to get out of town. Almost like he was running away from something. And now that she thought about it, Tracy remembered the difficulty she had getting in touch with her husband while she was away at her business conference. The way all of these pieces were fitting together was not making for a pleasant picture in her mind. It wasn't possible that Victor was being unfaithful, was it? 'But these are just suspicions,' she thought. 'I don't have any real proof he's done anything wrong. And Victor's never been the cheating type. This could just be a jealous mind playing tricks on me now that all these young women are staring at my man.' She forced herself to calm down, and her thoughts drifted to other concerns. "Honey," she asked, "Have you heard from my mom at all since we've been away?" Victor grunted and rolled his head to face her. "Nope. And I'm hoping to keep it that way for the rest of the weekend." "It's just…yesterday I left a voicemail inviting her to come over for Sunday dinner and I haven't heard anything back. I'm starting to get a little bit worried." Victor's face contorted into a grimace at the news. "For fuck's sake Tracy. You could have asked me before inviting Nora over," he said. His response was not taken well. "Excuse me? Do you think that I need permission from you before inviting my own mother over to our house?" She hissed. "Here I am concerned about the wellbeing of my elderly mom, thinking she might be hurt or sick, and your only response is to be irritated that you have to see her for dinner? Could you be any more of an asshole?" Rather than retreat from his mistake, Victor dug himself in further. "Oh please. Nora's fine. I'm not lucky enough for something to have happened to her. She's not exactly the helpless old lady you make her out to be. You’ll see that for yourself if she actually comes tomorrow. And if you had any idea what she's been putting me through -" "Enough. I don't want to hear it. You know how important it is to me that we look out for my mom, but you don't seem to care about that. All you care about is looking like a muscle bound idiot so you can impress girls nearly young enough to be your daughter. I wanted this weekend to be a special getaway for us and you've ruined it!" Victor's cheeks turned red and he raised his voice to a near yell. "I can't believe that you're letting your mom get between us! The woman's a bitch, Nora. She doesn't give a fuck about you, and we'd be better off if we just moved away and never saw her again." Tracy stood up, fury driving her actions. She couldn't believe that Victor was trying to make Nora out to be the villain when he was so clearly out of line. She couldn't remember being so angry at the man. She wanted to scream at him, punch his face, do terrible things to him. But being the adult in the conversation, she took a deep breath and tried to staunch the rage. Then she said, "I'm going to walk back to the room now. I want some time to be alone and think. Have fun out here with all your little bimbos." With that Tracy stomped back towards the hotel without even grabbing a towel to cover herself. Most of the people she passed seemed to sense her ire and drew back from her path. But the overweight, 40-something guy with thinning hair and yellowing teeth that she shared an elevator with was more oblivious than most. While ogling her exposed skin he said, "Hey there gorgeous. You know, a lot of guys think the younger the better. But for me, nothing beats a sexy, mature woman." Tracy glared at the man. "I'm married. And even if I wasn't, a fat, disgusting creep like yourself is the last person I'd be interested in." The man looked hurt. "Well geez. Some people just don't know how to take a compliment." When the elevator reached her floor, Tracy stormed off without paying the man a second glance. Her pace didn't slow until she slammed the door of the room. She glared around, looking for something to take her anger out on. And then she noticed Victor had left his phone in the room, plugged into the wall. Her earlier suspicions flared, and Tracy grabbed it. There was a text message from her mom on the lock screen that read, 'See you Sunday, Victor.' It irritated Tracy that her mother had responded to Victor rather than replying to Tracy's call. And since when did her mom text? But at least Nora was OK. With a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, Tracy opened up Victor's recent text messages and scrolled through. A chain with her, one with Nora. Some of Victor's buddies. His brother. Hmm. Nothing that popped out as concerning. It was the same with his recent calls. Tracy was beginning to feel like the crazy, jealous woman who suspects her man of cheating for no reason. But she wasn't ready to dismiss her concerns quite yet. She looked towards the bag Victor had hurriedly packed for the trip. She started rifling through its contents, careful not to make anything look too disheveled. That was when she found three baggies - two filled with powder and one containing two pills. More of Victor’s energy supplements. Tracy was furious. ‘That son of a bitch,’ she thought. ‘Here he is telling me that the effects of this stuff were all a mistake, yet he packed more of it for our trip! What could he be thinking? If he gets any younger I’ll have to enroll him in high school. Does he want me to be his mommy rather than his wife? Well, I’m not playing that game. Victor obviously can’t be trusted with this stuff, so I’m going to do what needs to be done - flush it down the drain.’ Tracy took the baggies over to the sink and turned the water on. But at the last moment she stopped. A vision popped into her head. A young, smoking hot Tracy attracting attention from all of the guys at the beach with Victor looking on jealously. A chance to relive her youth. Tracy gnawed at her lower lip. Was this stuff even safe? From the way Victor described it, it might be dangerous. But she couldn't really trust Victor on the issue, she decided. She had no doubt now. Her husband had lied to her. He was making himself young and sexy and not letting her in on the secret. He probably had some young tramp lined up for when they got back to town. Well she would show him. She dumped both baggies of powder into a cup and mixed it with water. Then she took the pills in hand. 'Down the hatch,' she said resolutely. She popped the pills into her mouth and took them down with a gulp of water. Then she chugged the rest of the glass of water. She could already picture herself in her head. 22 again. A trim, tight body with washboard abs, firm C cup breasts and an ass so tight you could bounce a dime off of it. All of her wrinkles vanishing like a bad dream. Bright eyes and a care free smile unburdened by life's disappointments. A young Tracy meeting a young Victor like it was the first time all over again, and all the passion and romance that would follow. The thought made Tracy hot. Really hot. Her face was gaining color and she felt almost feverish. She squirmed uncomfortably as her nipples stiffened, rubbing against the fabric of her bikini top. 'God this is intense,' she thought. 'The changes must be kicking in now. I can't wait to see my sexy new self.' She stared closely at her body in the mirror above the sink. Yes, something was happening to her. Her breasts…her breasts were getting bigger. 'Oh shit,' Tracy thought. 'Are my breasts going to grow just like Victor's cock did? I already have a big bust. I hope I don't end up looking like some bimbo with huge tits.' The fantasy image of the new Tracy changed in her mind. She was still the same sexy 22-year-old, but now she had perfect G-cup tits and was being absolutely ravaged by Victor's big dick. Her pussy gushed and her arousal kept rising off the charts. But as she continued staring at her growing boobs something seemed off. They weren't becoming firmer and perkier like they had been in her youth. Far from it. In fact, they seemed to soften and sag more with every moment even as they widened and gained volume. "Wait - this isn't right!" Tracy cried. With growing alarm she looked to her belly, which bulged more prominently than it had only moments before. She grabbed her stomach with her hands, trying to push it back to it's proper size. But her hands only sunk further and further into her doughy flesh until they were nearly engulfed. And that wasn't even the worst of it. The majority of her weight seemed to be directed towards her hips, ass and thighs, giving her a distinctly pear shaped look. With a whimper she turned to the side and found that her sexy, ruffled bikini bottom was ceding the game of peek-a-boo to the huge pair of saggy, cellulite covered butt cheeks that had exploded around it. Her thighs had become massive and dimpled, and layers of fat wobbled on her arm. Her cheeks puffed out like she was hoarding acorns for the winter, and a double then triple chin started to form. A roll of stretch mark covered belly fat flopped over the top of her bikini bottoms, hiding them from view. And the material of the bikini was painfully biting into her flesh. Another surge of girth pushed forward and the bottom snapped off. Saggy breast flesh was oozing out the sides of her completely inadequate top, and the straps were cutting into her back fat. Tracy struggled to pull the top over her head before it could inflict further pain, and when she succeeded her heavy naked tits drooped all the way down to the top of her fat belly. Her floppy udders were capped by expansive areolas and big hardened teats reminiscent of a dairy cow. Tracy could only watch the mirror in horror as her belly enlarged and dropped even further, concealing her pelvis from view. She watched herself shake her head in disbelief, fat jowls wobbling, And that's when she noticed that her changes were not limited to her body. Her auburn hair looked more brittle and touches of grey had appeared. The wrinkles on her forehead had deepened, and she had prominent crow's feet around her eyes. A few age spots had appeared, and her skin looked thinner and more translucent. She looked like an obese woman in her 40's. It seemed like a terrible nightmare brought to life. She wanted to run screaming form the room, somehow outrun the disgusting woman in the mirror and find her normal body. But there was one thing that stopped her. Despite how revolting she found the image in the mirror, she found herself incredibly, unbelievably aroused as she looked at it. What the fuck was wrong with her? Without consciously directing it Tracy found that her hands were roughly tugging on her rubbery teats, every brush of flesh on flesh setting off fireworks in her head. "Oh my fucking God," she moaned in a deeper, huskier voice than she was accustomed to. She stumbled, then managed to plod her heavy frame towards the bed. With a much greater than anticipated effort, she threw herself on top of the sheets and spread her heavy thighs. Her fingers explored her new fat rolls until she was finally able to find her clit. The first brush brought a shrill moan from Tracy's lips, and her pussy gushed as she began rubbing with vigor. In practically no time at all she was squealing with pleasure as she came hard. But infuriatingly, the orgasm did not cause her arousal to recede, and she continued to rub her needy clit. A trickle of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the trickle turned into a gush. Soon Tracy's whole body was glistening. Her body odor was more prominent than usual, and between the sweat and smell of her sex she began to revolt herself with her own stink. But she still couldn't bring herself to stop. Tracy lost track of time as she laid on the bed and came time after time. She feared that she would never be able to stop. She would cum herself into a coma. But it just felt so damn good, and as long as she kept rubbing herself she wouldn't have to think about her fat, disgusting body. The door opened and Victor walked in. "I know you're mad at me. But would it kill you to answer my -" Victor stopped cold and stared at the frantically masturbating woman on the bed. Through blurry eyes Tracy noted the look of utter disgust and revulsion on her husband's face as he looked upon her obese form, fat fingers plunging into her cunny. Then he turned his head away from the image and shouted, "Who the fuck are you, where is my wife and what kind of nasty shit are you doing in my room?" "Victor…" Tracy said weakly while continuing to rub herself. "It's me. So horny…Can't stop." Victor ran over to the sink and found the empty plastic baggies, then he turned back towards the bed, eyes wide with shock. "Oh no! Tracy, what have you done?" Tracy mewled in agony. "Help…me." Victor came to her side. Tracy felt another orgasm approaching as she stared at his chiseled frame. She longed to feel his hard shaft inside her. She was sure that her gushing pussy could accommodate him now, and as she fantasized about her husband's big cock she cried out, "Oh God, Victor! Fuck me!" And then she came once again. She looked up into Victor's eyes and found him cringing in disgust, and a small part of her died. She self consciously looked down at her bloated body and thought, 'Of course he doesn't want me now. How am I going to live like this?' Victor patted her shoulder and softly said, "You're going to be OK. I know a way to fix this. We can get you back to normal. Younger than you were even, if you want. But you're just going to have to ride this out tonight. This will be the worst of it, I promise." As Tracy moaned and grasped her clit with her fat fingers once again, she could only pray that her husband wasn't lying to her.

[mydirtyhabit]

Fast Women

Jed McClure was one of the top race car drivers in the world, but he was nearly broke. He had just concluded a messy divorce with his ex-wife and ex-business manger, Vanessa, after several of his affairs came to light. Vanessa and his lawyer took a large bite out of his assets, and his reckless spending did the rest of the work. Jed had always been terrible with money, and Vanessa had managed the couple’s finances. Without her guidance he now had more debt then assets. Luckily, he was up for a new contract and was set to cash in big. He couldn’t wait for Vanessa to see him in a new mansion, driving an expensive car, with some hot bimbo on his arm, while she only got older and poorer.

Jed’s agent, Gordon, had received several offers from different racing teams and Jed went to his office to review them. Jed was annoyed to have to deal with the red tape. This was always something that Vanessa took care of. He was a race car driver, not a pencil pusher.

“So I want to go through the terms of these offers with you in detail, as each of them has a variety of pros and cons,” Gordon began.

“C’mon bud. You know I don’t want to sit through all that. That’s what I have you for,” Jed replied. “Just tell me which one pays the most.”

“Well that depends -” Gordon began.

Jed rolled his eyes. “It’s always, ‘It depends,’ with you. It’s a simple question - how do I make the most moolah?”

“Donovan Racing has the highest top end figure. It could pay you more than any other driver. But -”

“Good. Let’s go with them.”

“But I have serious concerns about a number of aspects of the contract. There is a new ownership group that I don’t know much about. The length of the contract is 8 years, longer than average, and you would be prohibited from holding any other employment during that time. Are you sure that you even want to be racing cars in 8 years?”

“Hell yes. I want to race cars until the day I die. It’s what I love most.”

“The deal is heavily performance based. If you don’t race well -”

“Gordon, you know that I always race well. Now why are you still talking? I said let’s go with them.”

“I really think we should talk about -”

“Do they offer nanotech?” A few of the top racing teams were offering their best drivers advanced nanotech implantations that gave drivers improved vision and better hand eye coordination. Jed was confident that he could compete even without the implants, but he wanted to utilize every competitive advantage he could to stay on top.

“Yes. But they are not very specific -”

“I want this wrapped up today Gordon. Now get me those papers to sign or else I’ll find someone else who can.”

Gordon sighed in exasperation. “You got it, boss,” he said.

***

6 months later…

Jed stared at the empty race track in front of him. This was going to be the time he did it, he promised herself. He would get back to his old form. He tentatively pressed down on the gas pedal. His huge fake tits wobbled and slapped together in the confines of their almost nonexistent microkini as the car jolted forward. His right breast slipped loose and a thumb-sized nipple popped into view.

‘Don’t worry about that - just focus,’ he told himself. He pressed down a little harder on the gas and shifted into second gear. That’s when the car’s vibrations started to let themselves be known. They wouldn’t have bothered a normal person. But Jed was no longer normal by any stretch, as a number of areas of his body were now extremely sensitize. His plump, overstuffed lips began to quiver. He fought the urge to lick them, as he knew it would only make things worse. He felt the car’s vibrations with every shimmy of his massive tits right out to the ends of his huge, almost painfully-erect nipples. He felt it in his ass as well. But most of all he felt it in his clit. A clit that was so sensitive that just walking around like a normal person was practically foreplay as his always-swollen sex rubbed against his undergarments.

Jed gritted his teeth. ‘Not again. It won’t happen again,’ he assured himself. But his body said otherwise. With every mile per hour gained, with every upwards click of the RPM meter, his arousal grew higher and higher.

“Oh gawd!” He moaned as he shifted into third gear. His pussy had soaked through the tiny strip of cloth on his crotch and a puddle was forming on the leather between his legs.

“C’mon Juggsy! Don’t let it get to you,” he pleaded. And then mentally kicked himself for using the name given to him by Vanessa. Dammit - he may be legally obligated to go by the name Juggsy in public, but at least in his own mind he was still Jed McClure. It was just getting harder and harder to remember his true self when every morning he struggled to get out of bed due to his petite, feminine frame, the two giant fun bags on his chest weighing him down, and his perpetually-wet pussy that demanded constant attention.

He looked at the track in front of him and tried to visualize his past success. Thousands of fans screaming his name. McClure out in front of the pack. The thrill of cheating death as he deftly maneuvered around the track. The winner’s circle, popping bottles of champagne. And after the day was through, finding some bimbo groupie who would worship his big cock for the night. But as he imagined that last bit, his fantasy shifted. Instead of being the masculine race car driver, she was Juggsy, the bimbo groupie, taken home by another driver. She gasped as the driver roughly grabbed and sucked on her big tits. And when he ripped off her dress and thrust into her, she completely lost it.

“Oh fuck me! Fuck Juggsy’s slutty pussy!” She moaned.

In no time at all she was rocked by huge orgasm that left her momentarily stunned. When she came to, she found herself back in her car with her hand between her legs. The vehicle was stopped, thank God, not 10 feet away from a concrete barrier.

‘Dammit - not again!’ Jed thought. He wondered how fast he got this time before things went out of control. Probably not even 80 mph. He hadn’t been able to top 100 mph since his nanotech implantations, and things only seemed to be getting worse.

Needless to say, things had not gone well for Jed after he signed on with Donovan Racing. When he woke up from his scheduled nanotech implantations, he was astonished to find that he had been turned into a woman. And not just any woman. A ridiculously proportioned bimbo sex toy. When he demanded an explanation for the screw up, Vanessa had walked in and informed him that there was no screw up - things had gone exactly as planned.  

It turned out that Vanessa had used her share of the divorce settlement to purchase Donovan Racing. And under the terms of the contract Jed had signed, his new employer had broad discretion to install whatever nanotech improvements she desired. Things had only gotten worse from there. Jed’s new implants had left him incredibly unsuited to be a race car driver. And his contract was almost entirely performance-based. Because he couldn’t race, he received only a tiny paycheck, not nearly enough to pay his outstanding debts. And nowhere close to what he would need to remove his nanotech implants.

Jed was now bankrupt, and entirely dependent upon Vanessa for money to live on. And she utilized his dependency to it’s fullest, gleefully exerting almost complete control over the life of her bimbofied ex-husband. He had to let her choose his shitty apartment, his crappy car, and even his absurd clothing. If he didn’t comply, she threatened to cut off his meager allowance for ‘non-compliance’ with the terms of the contract.

Jed drove very slowly as he took the car back to the Donovan Racing garage. Vanessa’s smiling face was there to greet him.

“Well if it isn’t our star driver! So Juggsy, are you ready for a successful return to  the track so you can start earning the big bucks?”

Jed kept his eyes down with a sullen expression on his face.

“Now Juggsy,” Vanessa continued. “No one likes a gloomy Gus. You don’t want to get on my bad side again, do you?”

Jed shuddered. “No Ms. Reece,” he said quietly. As bad as things were, he knew they could always get worse.

“That’s the spirit! Now tell me all about how you are set to become the face of Donovan Racing.”

“I’m…I’m not ready to race Ms. Reece.”

“Why on Earth not, girl?” Vanessa knew the answer of course, but she enjoyed playing with him.

“I had another little incident,” Jed said as he quickly glanced down at the puddle of goo soaking the seat between his legs.

Vanessa glanced downward and smirked. “Juggsy - have you been a bad girl? Were you touching your cunt in my car again?”

Jed blushed as he nodded his head.

“Why you little slut. You will personally detail and wash this entire car. But wait until the boys on the pit crew get here. They always like a good show.”

“Yes, Ms. Reece.”

“I’m sure you’ll do better next week, Juggsy. But maybe we can think of ways for you to improve. Tell me, just between us girls, why is it that you can’t stop thinking about sex? Have you been getting enough dick lately?”

A flash of defiance emboldened Jed. “No I have not been ‘getting enough dick.’ I’m not some goddamn bimbo, Vanessa, despite what you’ve done to me.”

Vanessa laughed merrily and said, “Oh my dear Juggsy, that’s precisely what you are. It’s what you’ve always been. I’ve just made your condition more obvious to the world. You should be thanking me, you know. Sex and driving have always been what you’ve loved the most, and now I’ve made both of those activities far more pleasurable for you.”

“Fuck. You,” Jed spat.

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed. “Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you slut?” She lunged through the window and squeezed one of Jed’s huge tits. Jed shuddered, wanting to fight her off. But his muscles were too weak and Vanessa’s hand felt too good.

“Tell me Juggsy - just how long do you think you’ll be able to avoid using those sensitive lip pillows of yours? Before you starting sucking off random guys and letting them stuff your tight cunt with big, throbbing dicks? It’s inevitable, you know. The longer you are in this body the more and more addicted to pleasure you will become, and the more stimulation you will crave. Can you imagine taking a guy in your mouth and your ass at the same time, Juggsy? How good would that make you feel?”

Jed only moaned in response.

“Yes, you’ll break soon my little slut. You’ll say it’s just a one time thing. ‘I’ll suck this dick and get it out of my system. And then I’ll go back to being the man I used to be.’ But you won’t be fooling anyone. Not even yourself. And with every slip your cravings will only grow and grow. After a while you won’t be able to think of anything else other then where to find your next fix. Jed McClure will vanish like a bad dream. Only Juggsy will remain.”

Vanessa backed off, and as much as Jed hated himself for it, he felt disappointed that she didn’t continue touching him.

"Oh poor Juggsy,” Vanessa said. “But sorry - you’re not my type. And I’ve got a hot date with Greg Philips. Remember him? Of course you do. You had that silly rivalry when you used to race. Meanwhile, I expect a full work day out of you. You see, I’ve just hired a new driver. Young guy. Cocky, lots of talent but rough around the edges. I want you to mentor him. Ride with him and observe. Point out his faults.”

“You…you want me to ride in the car with him?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it? Sometimes you are so dense, Juggsy. And don’t worry - I’ve told him how much you like to go fast. You should stay at around 200 mph for an extensive period of time.”

Jed’s eyes went wide as he imagined what kind of state he would be left in after such an ordeal.

Vanessa grinned broadly. “I’m sure you two will hit it off splendidly. He reminds me quite a bit of another driver I used to know who liked fast cars and even faster women. Just between us girls, if I had to guess I say that he’s got a huge dick. I expect you to let me know later, Juggsy. And don’t worry. If you slip up and let him fuck those fat lips of yours, I’m sure it will just be a one time thing. Just get it out of your system so that you come back next week ready to race.”

[mydirtyhabit]

Shared Interests

Alexis loved her husband Glenn and highly valued their 20 years of marriage together. But she’d just about had it with him. Ever since he’d bought that damn boat Glenn hardly ever paid any attention to her. Rather, his free time was spent fishing, smoking cigars and drinking beer with his buddies out on the gulf. Alexis hated fishing, hated cigars, and hated beer, so it was no surprise that she was never included on these trips. She felt neglected. Why couldn’t Glenn invest some time in cultivating hobbies that they could do together -  like walking or going to the theatre? 

The last straw came one summer morning when, while Glenn slept off a hangover, Alexis emptied put the duffle bag that her husband took with him on fishing trips and found among the contents several adult magazines featuring young slutty women with big fake looking breasts. The thought of Glenn and his buddies ogling pictures of trashy sluts young enough to be their daughters while ignoring the real women in their lives was too much. Alexis stormed out of the house and went for a walk on the beach. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t sure that she wanted to be married to Glenn anymore. The thought filled her with anger and despair.

As she walked and struggled with her thoughts, she noticed a dull piece of metal sticking out of the sand. Curious, she picked it up and found that it was a dirty old gold coin. She started brushing the sand off with her fingers to get a better look at the treasure when smoke erupted from the coin and materialized into the visage of a huge, imposing black genie.

“Greetings mistress. I am the genie of the subverted wish. What is your desire?” The genie asked in a booming voice.

Alexis could scarcely believe it. She had uncovered a real genie who was offering her a magic wish just at the moment she was in such despair. It seemed like the hands of fate were at work. She had a golden opportunity to save her marriage. She thought about it a moment, then said, “I wish that Glenn wanted to spend his time with me instead of looking at dirty magazines on his boat with his buddies. And I wish that we had shared interests and could do more activities together.” 

The genie looked sternly at Alexis. “Technically you have offered two wishes, mistress. However, I believe I can accomplish them both with the same change, so in this instance I’ll allow it. Wishes granted.”

***

Lexi was confused, but that was often the case. Her was in her husband’s...no, wait a second, she wasn’t married. She was in her sugar daddy Glenn’s lap, out on his fishing boat. 

She looked down and saw a pair of huge fake tits wobbling obscenely in a far too small bikini top. Wait, since when did she have such big titties?

‘Since last summer, you silly bimbo, when your sugar daddy paid to get your implants upgraded to F cups,’ a voice in the back of her head told her.

The young bimbo giggled nervously. Something didn’t seem right.

“Hey sugar tits - dos cervezas for me and my amigo Mike, por favor,” Glenn said. He pushed Lexi off of his lap, onto her feet, and smacked her ass firmly.

Lexi pouted and rubbed her butt. She noticed that Glenn and his group of buddies all sat holding fishing rods, and they were all leering at her huge tits and heart shaped ass. Being sized up like a piece of meat made her nervous. And unexpectedly, all the male attention made her clitty like really tingle!

She felt like she shouldn’t allow herself to be bossed around by a man. It was demeaning. But on the other hand, the forceful and commanding way in which Glenn had ordered her around had been really sexy. And she was just a silly girl after all - someone who needed to be told what to do. So she minced her way towards the cooler and found herself swinging her hips from side to side on the journey.

She pulled out two beers and cracked them open. ‘I like can’t believe these guys like this stuff,’ Lexi thought. ‘Beer is so yucky.’ But wait a second...didn’t Lexi actually love beer? She poured some in her mouth to confirm that yes, the beer was delicious. And just because she knew all of the guys were watching she let some of the liquid roll out of her mouth and down her luscious cans, soaking her bikini top in malted goodness. She gave her big juggs a shake and said in her squeaky, high pitched voice, “Oh darn - I can be like such a klutz sometimes.”

“We don’t mind,” Glenn said. “It just means me and the boys will get to watch you giggle those fat tits of yours back to the cooler a little sooner for another round.”

“Do you boys really like to watch my titties?” 

As one, the entire group of men nodded eagerly. Glenn chuckled and said, “There’s a reason I don’t bring the titty mags out on the boat anymore. The 3D version is much more interesting.”

Lexi squealed and bounced in delight at the attention her titties were getting, spilling more beer in the process.

She strutted back over to the men and handed Glenn and Mike their now half empty beers. She cooed in pleasure as the group of men took turns smacking her ass and grabbing handfuls of firm tit flesh. When they’d each had a turn she took a big whiff of the cloud of cigar smoke hanging overhead - she absolutely loved the smell - lowered herself back into Glenn’s lap, and picked up her plastic pink Barbie fishing pole.

Lexi thought fishing was awesome, although with her unbaited line she hadn’t had much luck so far. However, as she squirmed her firm ass against Glenn’s hardening cock she felt pretty confident that she was about to catch a big one. And from that day on, Glenn and his buddies never failed to invite Lexi out for their fishing trips.

[mydirtyhabit]

Changing Her Mind

“Daddy, come back to bed. Your baby girl needs some more attention.”

“But sweetie, it’s 4:59.”

“So?”

“Before you agreed to take the slut potion that changed you from a 38-year-old CPA into an 18-year-old nymphomaniac, you made me promise that I would give you the antidote by no later than 5 PM today so that you would be ready for work tomorrow. You were very adamant about that.”

“But I don’t want to go back to being old and gross. And I don’t want to work at that super boring place anymore. Why can’t I just stay young and sexy and be your little baby girl forever and ever? Don’t you like me like this, Daddy?”

“You know I do baby girl. But I made you a promise -”

“That was before I knew how good it would feel to be young and sexy. Isn’t a girl allowed to change her mind?”

“Well...sure. But how do I know this is what you really want and not just the potion talking?”

“I can prove that this is what I really want, Daddy. Just come back to bed and let me persuade you.”

[mydirtyhabit]

Lightened Up

“So Jessica - why did you decide to become a vegan?” Tom asked.

Jessica rolled her eyes and spoke in the tone of a mother explaining to her 4 year old that the moon isn’t really made of cheese. 

“I’m a vegan, Tom, because between the inhumane treatment of animals and environmental costs you pretty much have to be a terrible person to eat meat,” she said while glancing towards Tom’s steak.

“Uh, right. Hey, are you sure you don’t want some of this wine? I’m not going to drink the whole bottle.”

“Alcohol is a social crutch for the weak minded.”

Tom winced. This date was absolutely brutal. Jessica was hot, but she had a stick shoved so far up her ass that she was practically choking on it. Fortunately Tom was prepared for the situation.

“Jessica, has anyone ever told you to lighten up and try and have a little fun?”

“Yes, quite a few times, actually. Which is an unfortunate but sadly unsurprising reality for a strong, opinionated woman like myself who lives in a sexist society. Hey, are you playing on your phone rather than listening to me? I present Exhibit B for the tendency of men to dismiss the voices of women in the patriarchy.”

“No, no. I was totally listening to your bullshit. I just want to show you this thing called the Master PC app. I was wondering - is it true what they say about blondes?”

***

Tom watched with glee as Jessica chugged down two glasses of wine while her now very huge and very fake tits strained the limits of her tiny black top.

“Wow, look at you go! I knew there was a fun, sexy girl in there just begging to bust out.”

*Burb* “Yeah, I’m like totally busting out! Teeheehee. Ooopsies - it looks like I spilled.”

“Don’t worry about that, babe. I’ll help you clean up.”

“Mmmmm, I love it when you suck on my big fake titties, stud. It makes my clitty so tingly.”

“Well then, I guess it’s about time that we take this party back to my place. I know you’re a vegan, but what would you think about me slipping a nice hard piece of meat into your diet tonight?”

"Oooo, that sounds like super yummy. I guess it is like really true what they say about blondes - we really do have more cum.”

[mydirtyhabit]

The Nag, Pt. III

"SolutionCorp, this is Janine speaking. May I have your first and last name, please?" "Victor Chase." "Great. Mr. Chase, how can I help you today?" "I overdid it with a few of your products and am trying to get my body back to normal." "Understandable. That's a common problem we deal with. But here at SolutionCorp, our motto is that every problem has a solution. So exactly which products are you having problems with?" "Well the first is your Fountain of Youth elixir. I was given….I mean, I took too much of it. I look like a fuckin' kid. And I'm kind of acting like an asshole, too." "Yes, mental changes are often a side effect of a regression. When you have the testosterone levels of a young man, acting like an idiot is pretty much a given. But fortunately SolutionCorp is here to help. Age Gainer 5000 is the product you're looking for. A single dose will advance you 3 years. As with all of our products, we highly recommend that you follow the dosage instructions precisely in order to avoid unpredictable outcomes." "Yeah. I've figured that out. I'm going to need some of that stuff. But maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay a few years younger than I should be." "That's the spirit Mr. Chase!" "I'll take two doses. How much will that cost?" "That product is $2,000 per dose. So that will be a total of $4,000." "What? That's bullshit! Getting younger only cost me like $120 a dose. Why would someone pay more to get old than to get young?" "I understand your concerns, but this is a supply and demand business. The people purchasing Age Gainer 5000 are usually in somewhat desperate circumstances, allowing us to charge a higher premium. Of course, if you would rather just wait an additional six years to get the maturity you need…" "No, dammit. I'll buy it. Do you guys have a payment plan?" "Absolutely. But I have one further word of warning with that product. Results with the Age Gainer 5000 can be more unpredictable than with the Fountain of Youth elixir. A regression is easy. Your body looked a certain way when you were say, 22, and the elixir can restore you to that age. But when we add years to someone, we are in effect trying to predict the future. Our drug cannot know what lifestyle choices you may or may not make in the coming years. Instead, it will extrapolate your recent choices and age your body in a corresponding fashion." "Just what does that mean?" "It means that we highly recommend living a clean and healthy lifestyle within the week prior to using Age Gainer 5000. Now, is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. Chase?" "Yeah. I took your male enhancement serum and now my dick is absolutely out of control. I need to tone it down a notch." "Ooh, that's a toughie. Unfortunately, our research team has yet to develop a counter product to that serum. You see, there just wasn't enough market demand from men who were willing to pay to make their dicks smaller and less responsive." "Then what the hell am I supposed to do? I have a ten-inch flagpole in my pants that shoots up every time a woman looks in my direction. It won't go down until I shoot a load, and then it's immediately ready to go again. People are going to think I'm some kind of perpetually horny pervert. How am I supposed to go to work like this? You've got to help me out here." "Have you tried baggy jeans?" "Goddammit, that's not a solution! What happened to your 'we have a solution for every problem' bullshit?' "I will make sure to put you on our mailing list in case we have any further developments in that area. But in the meantime, there may be one thing that I can offer you. Have you heard about our Eager Beaver 900? It provides a boost to lagging female libidos." "And how exactly is that going to help me control my massive dong?" "This product won’t make your dick smaller, but it will make the special woman in your life more willing and capable when it comes to *ahem* alleviating your condition." "The last thing I need right now is more sex." "Mr. Chase, if your problem is as acute as you've indicated more sex is precisely what you need. I've dealt with a number of men in your predicament who made the decision to try and abstain from sexual activity in order to curb their out of control libidos. Unfortunately, many of those gentlemen were subsequently afflicted with blue balls to an explosive and debilitating degree. And let me tell you - it wasn’t a pretty sight. Tell you what - I'll throw in a few doses of Eager Beaver to your order free of charge. Just be sure to drink plenty of fluids and blow your load whenever the need arises and you'll be fine. Anyway, I hope you've had a pleasant experience with us here at SolutionCorp and will give us a positive review on Yelp. I can take your credit card number for the Age Gainer whenever you're ready." After paying for a rush delivery of his shipment and disconnecting the call, Victor thought 'Fuck me. It sounds like I've been permanently turned into some kind of walking sex maniac. How in the hell are these people still in business? Well, at least I won't be stuck as a 24 year old.' Victor hoped the age gainer would arrive quickly. While his improved energy levels and lack of bodily aches and pains had been awesome, he was highly concerned that his family, friends and employer would be alarmed at such a drastic change to his appearance. The majority of his body fat had faded away, and his face looked downright boyish. Not to mention that he was finding it nearly impossible to control his lust and aggression. It seemed like he either wanted to be fighting or fucking around the clock. He was pretty certain he hadn't been this bad back in his youth, and he attributed his aggravated condition to the elixir overdose in combination with the enhancement serum. In any case, he didn't really trust himself out in public at the moment. He'd been able to take the week off of work, but that was a temporary fix. And Tracy was due back on Thursday afternoon. He needed to figure this out quickly. His thoughts were interrupted as slender arms wrapped around his chest and a set of magnificent naked tits pressed into his back. Not-so-little-Victor immediately snapped to attention as the musky odor of Nora's arousal invaded his nostrils. She nibbled at his earlobe and said, "Come to bed, son-in-law. I have more chores for you to attend to." Victor didn't try and fight it. His urge was simply too powerful. He was an addict and Nora was his drug. Her voice, her touch, her smell, her taste…he craved every part of her essence. Rather than dampening his passion, their around-the-clock sexual escapades only seemed to deepen his craving. He hoped that the age gainer would give him some modicum of control in her presence. But for now there was nothing to do but lose himself in a wild fog of arousal. So he turned, wrapped his strong arms possessively about her waist and kissed her as if he were a man dying of thirst and she was his desert oasis. They spent the next three days locked in nearly perpetual embrace, rarely putting on any clothing and only ceasing their joinder to rehydrate, refuel, or answer the call of nature. They fucked in nearly every position in the book and invented a few new ones as well. By Wednesday afternoon there didn't seem to be an inch of Nora's house that wasn't covered in sweat, semen, or some other type of bodily fluid. In short, they fucked to the point of pure exhaustion. Lust finally sated for the moment, they lay together in bed, Nora the little spoon, with Victor using his fingers to delicately explore every inch of perfect skin on her arms and shoulders. It was a pleasant fiction - a happy couple lying in bed basking in each other's presence. But Victor knew that it had to end. "I have to go home," he said in a voice horse from impassioned cries. Nora pouted. "Don't go. I still need you. I'm sure if I think hard enough I'll remember another chore for you to do." "I have shit to do at my own house. And Tracy comes home tomorrow." "Victor," Nora said softly. "I'm not sure that I want to share you with Tracy anymore." The statement jolted Victor out of any semblance of reverie and struck a nerve deep within him. What Nora was suggesting went far beyond cheating. She wanted Victor to completely cast his wife aside, something that he was not prepared to even consider. He stiffened and sat up, His new-found aggression flaring to anger as he said, "What the fuck do you mean you don't want to 'share me' with her? Tracy is my wife, Nora. Not you. Her. This thing between us… It can't keep going on. Don't you realize how much it would devastate Tracy if she finds out about this? Her husband and her fucking mom?" Tracy rolled over and looked up at Victor with a sad smile on her face. "Of course I realize, Victor. She's my little girl and I don't want to hurt her. But at the same time I know it's no use fighting fate." "Fate? I hate to break this to you, but this isn't fate. It's a drug-fueled fuck fest. You are deluded if you think it's anything more than that. I'm not some reincarnation of your true love, Nora. I'm not Sam." Nora's face hardened slightly. "You're right. You're not Sam. And here's how I know - Sam left me. He broke my heart. But you, you will never do that. You simply aren't capable of it. You need me. You need me because I can make your life complete in more ways than Tracy ever could. And the sooner you stop fighting and accept that fact the better for everyone involved." Nora's eyes seemed to pierce his soul and Victor averted his gaze towards the floor. "You're crazy," he said. "I…..I've fucked up big time. I've got to get out of here." Victor hurriedly grabbed his clothes and started getting dressed. "I know this is hard for you," Nora said. "So I'll let you go for now. Give you some space to think things out for yourself. But don't take too long. You know how cranky I get when I'm kept waiting. In the meantime, I'll be thinking of you fondly." Victor tried not to look towards the bed as Nora toyed with a nipple with one hand while the other drifted towards her eager sex, but he still found his traitorous cock hardening. His anger at his mother-in-law and his own self-loathing was all that prevented him from returning to the bed and ravaging Nora once again. "We can't do this anymore. Don't call me again," he managed to choke out. Knowing that he was liable to crack at any moment, he ran out the door, slamming it behind him. He moved quickly towards his car, but his inner demons had already caught up. When he arrived at his empty house, Victor found that he had not yet received the package from SolutionCorp. He was antsy for some reason and began looking for outlets for his mass of energy. He had just begun to do the chores Tracy had left for him when he heard a chirp from his phone. It was a video texted from Nora with a message of, 'Just in case you're missing me tonight xoxo.' The graphic nature of the video was clear without pushing play. He felt sick to his stomach as his massive erection reared its ugly head. He quickly put down his phone and tried to get back to his chores. He was done with Nora, he told himself. But his mind kept drifting back to the video. If he could just bust his nut he could get past this, he decided. He sat on his bed and pulled up some porn on his laptop. But it was no use. It just wasn't doing it for him. There was only one goddess his cock wanted to pray to. And she had provided an altar. With a pang of guilt he pulled up the text message and hit play. "I knew you couldn't stay away," Nora purred. She was wearing a completely sheer black baby doll. "Face it - You're my man now, Victor. You belong to me. And I know how to take care of my man, even when he's sitting at home all alone. Now let me give you a special show." That night found Victor alone in his marital bed, repeatedly jerking off to Nora's sexy video, until he passed out in the wee hours of the morning. *** Tracy got home around 6:00. After talking with Victor's supervisor the day prior she was worried that her romantic weekend might need to be put on hold. Apparently her poor hubby had been out sick all week. She wondered why he didn't mention his illness to her during their brief text and phone conversations over the past several days. She was a little annoyed to find that Victor hadn't taken care of any of the chores around the house that she'd asked of him. 'But if he was really that sick I suppose it's to be expected,' she thought. She peaked in the bedroom and found her husband snoring softly. She noticed a large pile of used Kleenexes by the bed, further evidence of illness. She approached quietly and placed the back of her hand on Victor's forehead. He did feel a bit feverish. It looked like all of her weekend plans were going to fall apart. The dim light of the bedroom made his face appear so young. Like it did when they'd first met. She smiled fondly at the memory of Victor making a fool of himself at the bar, and then of the night of passionate sex that followed. Victor's hand suddenly shot out and grabbed Tracy by the wrist, startling her from her thoughts. His eyes had glazed, delirious look about them as he said, "So you've come. You know, you've been a naughty, naughty girl. Sending me that dirty video. Getting me all worked up. But now it's time that you paid the piper." "Victor? What are you - Eep!" Tracy's question was cut off as Victor pulled her onto the bed like a rag doll. He pinned her hands above her head and began an assault of forceful kisses. After being momentarily stunned, her body began to respond and Tracy kissed back. Even if it was the product of a fevered state, Victor's passion was a big turn on. And his body felt hard and honed on top of her, just like it did in the days of their youth. It almost felt to Tracy like this was some lustful memory rather than reality, and it was really getting her motor running. But there was one difference from the old days. There was something very hard and very persistent pressing into her abdomen. Something that was far bigger than she remembered. 'That can't be what I think it is, can it?' she wondered. Victor hands were on the zipper of her pants, and then he was practically ripping her clothes off. He wasn't wasting any time. "Hmm, baby. I want you inside of me," Tracy moaned. Victor chuckled darkly. "I bet you do you little slut." Tracy was taken aback. Victor didn't usually use such demeaning language during sex. But surprisingly, she found that it turned her on fiercely. "Oh yeah baby. I'm your little slut," she said hesitantly. Victor's hand was toying with her neck like he was playing with the idea of choking her. 'What in God's name has gotten into my husband?' Tracy wondered. Whatever it was, it was working. Tracy's pussy was sodden and she ached for it to be filled. But as he pressed his shaft up against her entrance, something felt very wrong. Tracy knew her husband's dick well. And the thing trying to force it's way into her tight passage was far, far larger than it should be. "Baby, what's happening? Why do you feel so big?" "You wanted my big dick, didn’t you bitch? Well now I'm gonna give you more than you can handle." Victor slid into his wife. Not all the way in, but for Tracy it still felt too fast, too much. "N..no! It's too big…baby, it hurts - I can't take it!" Tracy yelped as her husband grabbed her by the hair and glared at her. His eyes were still glossy and crazed. "Oh you'll take it alright. You were the one who made me like this and now you're gonna have to deal with it!" Her husband was acting like a madman and Tracy nearly screamed in terror. But then Victor's eyes seemed to focus on her a bit more clearly, and his look of crazed lust melted into confusion and then surprise. "T…Tracy?" He stammered. He hurriedly rolled off of her and scrambled to put on some clothes. Tracy just lay on the bed in shock, her heart hammering in her chest. She was struggling to come to grips with what had just happened. A number of questions were tugging at her brain, such as: why was her husband acting like a maniac? and why did he look so young and chiseled? But there was one dominant concern hanging in the air as she took in the sight of sweatpants that looked more like a circus tent. "Honey, what on Earth happened to your dick?"

[mydirtyhabit]

The Nag, Pt. II

Nora didn’t wait long to try and lure Victor back to her lair. Three days after their affair, Victor received a text from his mother-in-law indicating that she had a little project for him to take care of. Nora did not usually text, and Victor wondered if the effects of the elixir were broader than he initially realized. Would she start acting like a 30-something in addition to looking like one? In any event, he wanted to stall as long as he could before seeing Nora again. The sex had been a one-time thing, he told himself. He wasn’t a cheater – he had just been caught off guard. And Nora didn’t want him in jail. She didn’t want to ruin her daughter’s marriage. She had just been using the threat as leverage to get what she wanted. Still, he was concerned about how his body would react if she threw herself at him again. The memory of Nora writhing on top of him was still fresh in his mind, and just thinking about it got his juices flowing. He wanted a little time and space before that temptation was placed in front of him again. ‘Can’t tonight. Date night with Tracy,’ he replied. It was true. Largely in a fit of guilt, Victor was pulling out all the stops tonight. He was cooking gnocchi with mushroom sauce, Tracy‘s favorite, and he’d bought flowers and an expensive bottle of wine. Why, he’d even picked up a cheesy romantic comedy from Redbox. He was a virtual Casanova. He fervently hoped that a romantic evening with his wife would push all thoughts of Nora aside. ‘Ugh. Fine. But don’t think you can put me off forever.’ Victor knew that eventually he would have to look Nora in the eye and tell her that their romance could not be continued. But fortunately today was not that day. As Victor finished up prepping dinner, he received a text from Tracy saying that she got held up at work and would be a little late. “A little late” turned out to be more like an hour and a half late. He was slightly annoyed, but he realized that banging Tracy’s mom was a far worse transgression than being a little tardy for dinner, so he kept his mouth shut. Tracy gratefully accepted a glass of wine as Victor pulled dinner out of the oven. Her new position had carried even more responsibilities than she’d initially suspected, and she’d been practically working around the clock to get herself up to speed. She wore bags under her eyes and fresh frown lines as badges of her new stresses and longer hours. But some of her worry melted away and her eyes shone as she saw the meal that Victor had prepared for her. “Wow babe,” Tracy said. “This sure beats the McDonald's dinners that I've been having at the office recently. What’s the special occasion?“ “For one thing my beautiful wife is killing it at work and just had a big promotion. And for another…does there really need to be a special occasion for me to do something nice for the love of my life?” “Aww, that’s sweet. I guess there’s still is some romance left in you after 10 years of marriage.” Noting the pleasant surprise in his wife’s face, Victor realized that romantic evenings like this were far too uncommon these days. Could he really blame Tracy for her lack of sexual interest when he hadn’t been putting in the effort to make her feel special? He promised himself that he’d do better. In some twisted way, maybe the whole episode with Nora would improve his relationship with Tracy. “Baby, I’m just getting started.” He said. After dinner, they snuggled on the couch, watched the movie, and drank more than their share of wine. Victor was reminded of how much he loved his wife's laugh. He hadn't heard it enough lately. And her dimples when she gave a genuine smile. Even the way she scolded him when he took a joke too far. God, how he loved this woman. He kissed her. She reciprocated, and then the two were all over each over. "Why don't we take this party into the bedroom?" Victor whispered. Tracy nodded. Victor led her by the hand. He turned off the lights. The scratch marks Nora had made on his chest had mostly healed, but there wasn't any point in taking chances. Victor helped Tracy undress, then kissed her neck. "I don't know how I got so lucky," Victor said. Tracy shuddered under his attentions. "Mmm, baby," she said. "I've missed this so much." He guided Tracy onto her back and continued to kiss and caress her. His hand drifted to her inner thigh and then to her sex. She mewled as he rubbed her clit, preparing her for entry. And then he was thrusting into her. Slowly at first, then picking up the pace. She moaned and told him how much she wanted his hard cock. Victor looked at Tracy's face as he thrust into her and saw her lips pursed and her eyes locked in a state of quiet concentration. He couldn't help but compare it to Nora's snarl and mask of bestial desire. He thrust harder. "Oh God - Victor!" He thought of Nora's wantonness and desperate need as she raked his chest and practically impaled herself on his dick. He gripped his wife's hips and pumped furiously. "Baby, that's so good! Oh yeah, just like that! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Of his mother-in-law screaming like a banshee as he pumped a massive load of cum deep inside her. "Oh fuck me - I'm gonna cum!" Tracy wailed. Victor felt himself peaking as well, and he pushed himself deeper and deeper into his wife's tunnel until he felt himself spurting his load. As he withdrew his still leaking member and rolled to the side, Victor’s shame returned tenfold. The sex had been tainted by his affair. He had been fantasizing about Nora the whole time. What the fuck was wrong with him? His wife laid her hand on his chest, kissed his cheek, then snuggled close. "Oh baby," she said. "What's gotten into you? First a romantic dinner and then you fuck me like an animal…A girl could get used to this." Victor only grunted in response, not meeting her eyes. Tracy frowned. "Is something wrong?" She asked. When Victor hesitated, she continued softly, "It's my job, isn't it? You're worried that with all my additional hours at work I won't have enough time for us." "The thought had crossed my mind," Victor said. It was a true statement, and the concern would probably go over a little bit better than saying, ‘actually I’m ashamed that I was fantasizing about your mom while I fucked you just now.’ "I get it," she said. "I'm worried too. And I'm not going to lie - for the next few months I'm going to be gone a lot. I'm going to be tired, stressed, and cranky. I'm probably not going to be the most pleasant person to be around. But things will get better after I'm fully up to speed. I promise. And then I can take much better care of you. Do you think you can bear with me until that happens?" "Yeah babe. Of course." Victor leaned over and kissed Tracy softly on the lips. He still couldn’t meet her in the eye. "I love you so much, babe. We'll get through this," Tracy said. Then she sighed. "And I may as well tell you now. I have to go out of town for a few days for a leadership training. I fly out Sunday and won't be back until Thursday. Will you be able to keep yourself occupied while I'm gone?" Victor nodded forlornly. "Aww, don't give me that puppy dog look," Tracy said. "Besides, maybe if I keep you eager I'll get more gnocchi and Little Victor when I get back." Victor sincerely hoped he would find a way to pass the time during Tracy's absence that didn't involve him being balls deep in his mother-in-law. *** Nora texted requesting his services the next day. He replied with a terse 'sorry, can't tonight,' and ignored her numerous follow ups. He simply didn't trust himself around her at the moment, with his body and mind seemingly primed to sabotage him. He ignored her the following day as well, even when Nora sent the ominous warning of 'loose lips sink ships.' On Saturday, his wife confronted him with a concerned look on her face. "I just had a talk with my mom -" she said. Victor's heart started thumping in his chest. 'Dear God, here it comes,' he thought. "- and she said that you've been ignoring her messages." Phew. "Sorry, babe. I've just been busy with some other stuff. I'll give her a call soon and make some time to get out there." "There's no need. I told her that she can have you all day Sunday when I'm gone on my trip." Victor gulped. "You told her about your trip?" "Of course I did. She's my mom. We tell each other everything." 'Not quite everything, I hope,' Victor thought. "Anyway, she seemed pretty happy to get your services for a whole day. It sounds like she has some bigger projects in store for you." "I bet," Victor muttered. "Aww, Vic. Look, I know that she can ride you pretty hard -' 'You have no idea,' Victor thought. "- But she really does love you like you're her own son." 'That's a disturbing thought.' "She just has a funny way of showing it. I just know that one of these days you two are going to get past your bickering and really hit it off." 'Already hit it. Trying to quit it.' "Anyway, I really need you to be there on Sunday. She was a little bit nasty about it. You know how my mom is, but this was a bit over her baseline. She said something like, 'you tell him that if he doesn't show his face he's really going to regret it.' I think this is important to her. So can you please just do what she wants and keep her happy? For me?" Victor hung his head. Tracy really had no idea what she was asking of him. But it wasn't like he could tell her why he was reluctant to see her mom. "Yeah. I can do that," he said. "Thanks babe - you're the best!" *** After dropping Tracy off at the airport on Sunday morning, Victor reluctantly headed over to Nora's house. He was just going to do whatever chores she needed done then leave, he told himself. If she made any advances on him he was going to be firm and tell her that things just couldn't continue. She was a wonderful woman and deserved a great man, but that man could not be him. He knocked on the front door then let himself in, ready to fend off an aggressive Nora at any moment. But no one greeted him at the door, and Nora wasn’t in the living room either. The place seemed brighter and fresher than he remembered. He no longer smelled moth balls. "Hello?" He called out. "I'm in the backyard, dear." Victor noticed that the sliding door off the kitchen was open, so he stepped outside into the hot sun. He found Nora lying back in a sun lounger. She was dressed, if you could call it that, in a skimpy bikini and heart-shaped sunglasses. Her hardened nipples made their presence known. 'Jesus, do those things ever go down?' Victor wondered. "Well well well. If it isn't my worthless son-in-law," Nora said as he approached. "So nice of you to finally come over and take care of your responsibilities." Victor's throat turned dry as he looked down at barely-covered tits and a flat stomach that seemed firmer then he remembered. The body before him looked remarkably like his wife's, albeit with smaller breasts. He could have sworn that Nora had been pudgier than this the last time he saw her. And her face…also seemed to be younger. Had the elixir continued to affect her in the days of his absence? Victor really hoped that she wouldn't keep regressing. Then again, a baby version of Nora wouldn't be constantly trying to jump his bones… "What happened to you not giving me crap anymore?" Victor asked. "Oh, I save my sugar for the good boys, dear," Nora purred. "But you've been very naughty. Not returning messages from your poor, decrepit old mother-in-law. What if I had fallen down and couldn't get back up? I could have died, no thanks to you. Still, you'll have the opportunity to redeem yourself over the next several days." Her playful demeanor made Victor nervous. He wanted to take care of business and get home as soon as possible. "What chores do you need me to do Nora?" She smiled and widened her knees suggestively. "First off I need you to tend to my bush, darling." Victor started to sweat. It wasn't entirely the sun that was making him burn. "Nora, I can't -" Nora pointed towards a hedge row. "It's that one over there - you'll find the trimmer in the garden shed." If her goal had been to throw him off balance she'd succeeded. But as Nora ordered him about in the performance of various yard work she seemed content to tempt Victor with her sexy body and play a game of cat and mouse with her pussy serving as the cat. The teasing was hard to deal with, but not impossible. Nora hadn't thrown herself at him yet, and Victor was thankful for that. Maybe by now the aphrodisia from the elixir had died down and she wouldn't be quite so aggressive. Victor started to become hopeful that he could get through the day without betraying his wife again. "You're looking a bit warm, dear," Nora called. "Care for a glass of cold lemonade to cool you down?" A break and a glass of lemonade sounded pretty damn good, in fact. Victor was drenched in sweat and his muscles were aching from the combination of strenuous labor and hot weather. But he was still cautious of being in close vicinity to Nora's sexy body, so he approached warily. "Oh come dear. I won't bite. Not unless you ask me nicely, that is. Here you are - one glass of cold lemonade." She smiled sweetly as he took it from her and took a sip. Nora was leering at him now, and Victor felt uncomfortable. He decided to chug down his drink so he could get back to work. "Oooh - bottoms up! Splendidly done!" Nora said. "So what's next on the agenda?" Victor asked as stoically as possible while setting down his cup. Damn, even after taking down that cold drink he was still burning hot. He would need to get inside soon. He wasn't as young as he used to be. Nora adjusted her chair all the way back and lay face down. She shook her shapely ass playfully at him and said, "Could you be a dear and do my backside?" It took Victor a minute to realize that Nora had held out a bottle of sunblock. She giggled at his slow uptake. Engaging in physical contact with this siren seemed like a poor choice. Victor decided that he needed to draw a firm line in the sand. "Nora…what we did before. I can't do that to Tracy. I can't have sex with you again." "Victor, if your definition of 'sex' includes rubbing sun tan lotion on an old woman's back then you are a bit more puritanical than I realized. Now get over here. I know you like older women, but you don’t want my pretty skin getting all wrinkled, do you?" "But the other day -" "Was the other day. Victor, since you seem to be having such a difficult time with this I will make you a promise to help ease your troubled conscious. I promise that I won't have sex with you today. There - does that make you feel better?" After all of her teasing and innuendo, Victor was surprised at her pledge. Strangely, her words did not make him feel better. He still felt very uneasy about the whole situation. But she’d seemingly addressed his concerns, and Victor didn't have any other basis for an objection. So he took the bottle of lotion, squirted some in his hand, and then watched as Nora undid the strings of her top. She winked at him as she said, "We don't want any pesky tan lines, do we?" Victor started with her neck and shoulders. As he moved his way down her slender back he found it nearly impossible to believe that Nora's beautiful skin, now so soft and inviting, had been wrinkled and leathery not days before. The woman sighed contently under his touch. "You have such strong hands, Victor. I could use a boy like you around a little more often, you know." Since when did she call him 'boy'? Victor felt that this was a little condescending. He was about to retort, but he felt another wave of heat wash over him. And embarrassingly, he felt Little Victor start to rise to attention. Having his hands on Nora must be having a bigger effect on him than he realized. He hurriedly finished applying the lotion and rose to his feet. "Very well," Nora said. "Now let's have you do my front." She rolled over onto her back. And as her naked breasts were presented before him like ripe fruit Victor couldn't help but notice that she'd neglected to retie her bikini top. A surge of blood flooded his crotch and he found himself with a nearly painfully erection tenting his pants. "I…I…" he stammered. Nora laughed. "Oh I'm just teasing, darling. I know for someone as chaste as yourself touching my breasts would definitely cross the line. I'll handle this myself." Nora pulled out a jar of cream and started to rub it into her firm tits. Her eyes didn't leave Victor's as she massaged her supple flesh and tugged on her erect nipples. "Oh God that feels good," she moaned. Victor couldn't pull his eyes away from those luscious breasts. And under his watchful gaze, something was happening to them. Like twin balls of dough left to rise, they seemed to expand, slightly but perceptibly, right before his eyes. Victor's shaft continued to thicken and lengthen, and it felt like he was about to tear a hole in his pants. Nora shuddered with pleasure as she said, "What are you looking at boy? These treasures aren't for you. You have work to do. Now go mow the lawn." A newfound surge of lust and aggression flowed through Victor's brain. He practically growled, "You've teased me long enough, woman. I'm going to take what's mine." Nora wagged a finger at him. "Now, now Victor," she said. "I made you a promise not five minutes ago. No sex. And I’m a woman of my - Hey, put me down you beast!" Victor had talked enough. He threw Nora over a broad, muscular shoulder and trudged towards the house, with Nora pounding on his back all the way.   He tossed his mother-in-law on the couch like a sack of dirty laundry and proceeded to rip off his clothes and advance upon her. Nora jumped up and slapped him soundly in the face. Victor slowly licked the blood from his lips and gazed at his step-mother, preparing for a fresh assault. "Down boy! I have to say Victor - you were quite the savage back when you were, say, 24? Although I'm glad I got the dosage right. It would have been such a waste if you'd turned into a pimply faced teenager." 24…Confusion momentarily battled with lust for control of Victor's attentions. He looked down and found that his belly, made soft over the years from beer, had hardened into the formidable abdominals of his younger days. In fact, most of the fat on his body seemed to have receded and been replaced by hardened muscle. And his dick, straining to go, was now a girthy 10-inch rod. He'd never been this big before. Even his testosterone-ridden brain could deduce what had happened. "You drugged me you bitch." "Ding ding ding! Look who finally figured it out. Yes darling, you are riding high on a cocktail of fresh squeezed lemonade, youth elixir and male enhancement serum, and by now your libido has kicked into second overdrive. I would know - you did the same thing to me. Don't worry, the effects will fade somewhat with time. And before we start throwing around too many dirty words, let's remember that I'm the one who has the fix you're looking for." Nora pulled the string on her bikini bottoms and shook them off, standing before Victor in all her naked glory. "Your tits," Victor asked. "How did they -" "Breast enhancer cream, yet another wonderful product from SolutionCorp. Thanks for the information on them, by the way. How do you think they turned out?" Victor stared ravenously at what appeared to be at least natural e-cup breasts. He took a step forward, his intentions clear. "Now just a minute. I'll let you, 'take what is yours,' as you so aptly put it. But now it's your turn to make me a promise, Victor. I want you to promise me that you won't deny me again and that you'll come over when I ask." Victor just sneered at her. The primal side of his brain was nearly unrestrained at the moment. "Woman, the only promise I'll make is that I'm going to take you whenever and however I want." Then he was on her. He pressed himself against her and bit at her neck. His hands were all over her huge tits, roughly squeezing them and tweaking tender nipples. "God Victor -you don't know how much I've needed your dick!" Nora moaned. Then Victor forced her head down over the back of her couch, hindquarters raised and exposed. She squealed as s his big horse cock tease dher slippery entrance from behind. "You asked for it. And now you're going to get it." Nora nearly went cross eyed as Victor slammed the full length of his shaft inside of her. "Oh fuck fuck fuck! It's too fucking big! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Victor was merciless, pounding into Nora again and again and again, until his balls swelled to immense proportions and he let loose a geyser of hot cum into her womb. After he pulled out, Nora wobbled to her feet on shaky legs weakened by multiple orgasms. Victor felt his immense shaft thickening again almost immediately. He grabbed Nora by the hair. "Not bad, slut. Now let's see how good you are with your mouth." After he forced Nora to kneel and gag on his big dick until he came down her throat, Victor felt a slight easing of the aggression and lust that was dominating his brain. But he still wanted more. Nora held him off as she got herself a glass of water. Victor watched as she stirred in a powder and downed the liquid in one gulp. And then came a sight he remembered. Her hair and skin became healthier and more vibrant. Her body more slimmed and toned. Wrinkles evaporated. Her magnificent breasts now seemed to defy gravity. Nora now looked like an incredibly busty and attractive woman in her mid to late twenties. Her cheeks flushed with color. Her breath quickened. And she advanced towards Victor with a single goal in mind. He squeezed her close and kissed her roughly. Her slender finders found their way to his cock and pulled at it, readying him to enter her once again. It was going to be a long night. *** Tracy was concerned. She'd called and texted Victor four times with no response. It just wasn't like him. She thought about calling her mom to make sure that he’d shown up today and that everything went smoothly. But if there had been a problem Tracy was sure she would have heard from her about it already. And it was 10 PM, well past the old woman's bedtime. She would wait until tomorrow, she decided, before freaking out. She recalled her conversation with Victor before she left. Of him being upset with her being gone for work so much. This was probably just him being sullen or something. Tracy hoped that he wasn't too upset, because after years of worrying about whether the romance was fizzling from her marriage things finally seemed to be getting back on track. Tracy wanted to see more of the passion from Victor that she’d seen in his eyes as they’d made love. Tracy decided that it was her turn to give Victor a little romantic surprise. She would book a hotel for a long weekend out at the beach, then take the redeye and come home earlier than expected. She would even contact Victor's work so that they would know not to expect him. Then she would give Little Victor as much pussy as he could handle. That should tide him over for a bit as she continued to transition into her new job. Yes, it would be the perfect romantic surprise.