Claire held back the tears as best she could as she sat dejected in her car… another job interview had just gone down the drain, the fourth one this month. As she wiped her eyes and tried to compose herself she caught her reflection in the rear view mirror and found herself pausing for a moment. Where had it all gone so wrong?
She was still only 34, but it felt like her best years were slipping away rapidly, she’d never realised her dreams of becoming a professional writer, hadn’t been in a serious relationship in years and now even the local newspaper weren’t interested in hiring her. She had always been optimistic and ambitious growing up but those sentiments were beginning to fade, seemingly like the rest of her dreams…
She told herself everything would be okay, like she had many times before, but it was getting harder and harder for her to believe that line. Claire let out a deep sigh and turned the ignition before heading back to her apartment, in the back of her mind she couldn’t shake the thought of how unsatisfied she had become with her life
*One week later*
“What a load of garbage!” Claire announced, alone and frustrated in her tiny downtown apartment. She’d just finished reading the latest article from her local papers new columnist, the same one she’d missed out on a job to. The article was a cookie-cutter piece on local politics, nothing exciting or daring about it and littered with spelling and grammatical mistakes. Claire grit her teeth, trying not to let what seemed to be the latest in an endless stream of gut-punches get to her. She threw the paper across her sofa and buried her head in her hands.
Wet tears pooled through the gaps in her fingers as she sobbed uncontrollably…what had she done to deserve this life?… she’d done nothing wrong to anyone, worked hard at school and college. Yet the world seemed to resent her for it.
It was hard to say how much time had passed when Claire finally managed to gather up the strength to get back on with her day. She began tidying up the mess she’d made while breaking down in her apartment. The pillows returned to their correct places in the sofa and the mountain of tissues she’d used were collected and dumped into the trash. But as she reached for the newspaper that put her in this foul mood she noticed the pages had flicked to an advertisement that caught her attention…
“Life not what you thought it would be? Looking for a second chance? Book an appointment now!”
Claire had to double take the title, it seemed far too on-the-nose, as if the words were calling out to her directly. She scooped up the paper and began to read. The ad was from a tech startup in her city, they were looking for volunteers to trial a drastic and innovative self help scheme. There was a lot of loose terminology, it was incredibly vague what this appointment would even entail, but Claire was at rock bottom. She knew this would probably lead to yet another disappointment but at this point she was willing to try anything.
Claire punched the numbers into her phone and waited for the line to connect
*3 days later*
“I know it sounds like something out of a fantasy movie ma’am, but we really think we’ve got something special on our hands, it’s still in the prototype phase right now but we know this could be revolutionary for so many people, and we think you’re a perfect candidate”
Claire was completely speechless as she tried to process what the doctor was saying, she scanned the room full of computers, servers and other equipment she couldn’t even begin to describe.
“I…I think I should leave…” Claire said, the feeling that once again she was wasting her time was beginning to sink in. She’d hoped this would be a real opportunity for change but instead the team of doctors and scientists had just filled her head with a bunch of jargon about “time-dilation”, “temporal resettlement” and a host of similar phrases. Claire grabbed her cheap handbag and stood up from the chair…
“What do you have to lose?” Claire was only a few feet from the door but the words seemed to strike a chord deep within her. The doctor continued “if we’re wrong about this then nothing changes anyway…but if we’re right…”
Claire placed one hand on the door for just a moment before turning around “fine…I’ll try it” she said, not sure if this was an act of defiance or desperation. The mood in the room shifted as the team of medical-scrub clad technicians began firing up various machines and devices.
“From your side It really is as simple as I described Claire” the lead doctor began to explain “I just need you to tell me a time when you last felt like things were right in your life, then we can program the software, and we’ll be able to take you back to meet yourself at the point in your life. You’ll only have a couple minutes before the time paradox collapses but you’ll have a brief window to say what you need to your former self. Once that window closes you’ll be brought back to the present, but with some luck your life will have taken a much more favourable trajectory. There’s no way of guaranteeing specific results but all our trials so far have been at least partially beneficial…the only thing left to do is tell us when you want to go Claire…”
A tear fell from her cheek, but for once this wasn’t from sadness, Claire imagined how different things might be, for the first time in years she felt like things might just get better…but she didn’t want to get too far ahead of herself. She looked at the doctor and thought hard for a moment before uttering a single word “college”
A few minutes later Claire found herself laying on a medical table staring at a bright light directly above her… the scientists spoke yet more jargon to each other in hushed tones before a loud mechanical tone began to fill the room. The light got brighter and brighter still and then one moment everything seemed to reach a crescendo
*Flash*
Suddenly the light was gone, Claire, stunned at the realisation this had actually worked, found herself stood in a small room and immediately she recognised exactly where and when this was. It was her college dorm from her first year. She would have been 18 at the time and still full of hope and ambition… it made her sad to think how things turned out. She scanned the walls, following a trail of boyband posters until her eyes reached the desk in the corner of the room.
Even though she knew what she was getting into Claire still couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. Sitting and writing at the desk was her 18 year old self. She took a moment to simply watch her younger self…
Claire noticed her old figure, still slim and athletic not yet tarnished by age and years of lonely weeknight drinking. Her face was free of wrinkles and frown lines and her hair had not yet become specked with grey streaks. Claire could have watched herself for hours, just contemplating, but she knew time was of the essence. She placed a hand gently on the younger Claire’s shoulder and squeezed it gently to get her attention
“Aaaahhh!” the younger girl screamed out, the look of horror in her eyes was clear as she panicked seeing a strange older woman in her room. But as the two’s eyes met the younger Claire seemed to calm slightly as if she felt something familiar about the person who had intruded into her room.
“Claire… I know this is going to sound crazy but you need to listen to me…I…I’m you…but from the future…I don’t have long and you need to listen to me please!” There was a sense of desperation in the older woman’s voice as she prayed the younger girl would take onboard what she had to say.
“I…wh…what? How??” The younger Claire stuttered
“Claire I don’t have time to explain you just need to listen to me…your life doesn’t turn out how you want it to at all. It’s sad and lonely and miserable but it doesn’t have to be that way” the young girl looked stunned but nodded slightly as if she understood the situation
“You can’t just work hard and be nice and expect things to come to you. You need to stick up for yourself and not let others walk all over you… I know those girls in your English class are already starting to pick on you. You have to stand up to them before it’s too late!”
Claire felt a strange feeling pass through her…as if she was beginning to fade from this timeline…she knew she didn’t have long left… “Claire I know it’s not your nature but you need to change things… be confident, be strong and don’t take shit from anyone… I know you can do this!” as Claire desperately spoke her last few words she began to hear the same sounds that filled her ears when she entered this timeline. The room began to fill with light once again until it was all she could see and then…
*Flash*
Claire’s eyes stung as the blinding light dissipated. She was expecting to see the clinic where she had begun this experiment but instead she found herself stood inside a luxurious room staring at a beautiful woman she didn’t recognise.
Flowing blonde hair ran down the woman’s shoulders and across her tight golden skin. Her perfect figure was adorned in a skimpy back bodysuit and her face was sharp and defined with a seductive layer of makeup.
“Huh…hello?” Claire spoke, hoping this woman could help her understand what was going on but to her surprise the woman spoke the words right back to her… it then dawned on Claire, this wasn’t somebody else…
It was her!
She stepped closer to her reflection, at first confused how she looked this way, but then the memories began to flood her head. The day in college she’d decided to dye her hair blonde…the boys started giving her more attention after that. The boob job a now ex-boyfriend had paid for when she was 21. And the host of fillers, treatments and therapies she used to keep her face looking perfect.
Claire couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry… she’d clearly landed in a much more successful timeline but at what cost? Was she really happy looking like this?
As she studied her new body more one thing caught her attention…wrapped around her manicured finger was a huge diamond engagement ring. Her heart began to flutter with excitement. In her past life love had evaded her but seemingly now she was soon to wed. She tried to picture the man who gave it to her to no avail. Perhaps that part of her memory had not yet crystallised. Her thoughts were then interrupted by a distinctive *ping* notification hitting her phone.
Claire could barely unlock the device with her huge nails, but once she did the message from “Future Hubby 💍” was clear for her to read
“Damn 🥵 that’s my girl! I’ll be home in 2 mins then I’ll be helping myself to some of that!”
Claire could see the message above was a picture of her modelling the black bodysuit, with a naughty text saying how much she needed him to come home and “fill her up”. Was this really the kind of woman she had become?
She couldn’t quite believe the situation she’d gotten herself into. She didn’t know wether to laugh or cry, she still felt like the old Claire but now she was inside the body of some blonde bimbo who’s fiancé was expecting to fuck her in a matter of minutes. She felt her heart racing and was on the verge of a panic attack when she heard the front door unlock and heavy footsteps begin to rise up the stairs.
But just when Claire felt her fight or flight reaction was about to kick in a sudden calm and confidence passed over her. She posed herself in a chair across from the door to the room and eagerly awaited her man. After all, it was her man, and he had everything she wanted
And what a man he was, Tyson, her one and only stepped into the room. His huge frame filling the door, his dark muscles practically bursting out his shirt.
He wasted no time closing the distance to Claire and lifting her onto the bed before the two began passionately making out. Claire’s mind was flooded with memories of the filthy things her and Ty had done on this very bed.
Claire reached into his pants and pulled out Tyson’s huge cock. Any memory of the prude virginal Claire died in that moment. Claire began licking his throbbing black cock, his shaft glistened with spit before she switched positions and mounted her man.
As she rode Ty her pussy began to stretch with what was now a familiar girth inside her. Claire came over and over. With each passing orgasm the traces of her old life faded into obscurity.
There had never been a time travel clinic or an alternative timeline. Claire had always been an alpha bitch who got whatever she wanted. She remembered bullying girls at college, having every guy on campus perv on her and the day she first met the man who was currently exploding his load inside of her. Her millionaire fiancé who got her anything and everything she ever wanted.
As Claire lay in bed that night. Wrapped in the arms of her perfect man, safe inside the mansion he bought for them she couldn’t help but think…
Jenna and her younger brother Finn couldn’t have been much more different, growing up they didn’t share much more than a last name. But despite this, Jenna- the popular, outgoing, girly-girl and Finn- the shy, awkward gamer had become almost inseparable.
The two of them shared an apartment their parents had rented for them so they could have their own space. They both had busy lives, juggling collage, part-time work and seeing their friends (admittedly Jenna did a lot more of that than her brother) but whenever they had the chance the siblings would try to do as much together as they could.
On one of these occasions the pair had decided to visit an antique shop to buy some more decorations for their apartment, as they searched and picked out a few items Jenna noticed her brother had taken an interest in a strange looking trinket.
“Pretty cool looking rock right?” Finn stated, inspecting the item in his hands
Jenna watched as he played with the stone, seeing the different internal layers move and spin independent of each other
“As cool as a rock can be I guess” Jenna shrugged, clearly not sharing her brothers interest in the item
“Whatever…I’m still getting it, it’s only 3 dollars” Finn remarked, placing the stone into their basket.
The two finished up in the store after grabbing a few more items, they decided to stop for some quick food before heading back home.
Later that evening Jenna was trying on some new clothes she had got delivered while her brother was in his room, presumably in the middle of another “gaming marathon” or whatever he called it.
She opened one of the last packages and saw a racy matching bra and panty set she had ordered a few days prior, she was so excited to try them on she quickly stripped naked before pulling the two-piece on and checking herself out in her mirror. She was super happy with how they fit, she imagined what some of the boys in her collage class would think of this set. But before her fantasy could go any further she felt a sudden throbbing pain in her head. Jenna stumbled back from the mirror, she tried to steady herself but she had seemingly lost control of her legs. As she felt herself beginning to fall, her vision quickly dimmed and she blacked out before she even hit the floor.
Jenna took a sharp breath in, as she regained consciousness, still startled by her sudden fall that felt like only a moment ago. It look a second for her to gather her bearings but she found herself laying on her back in her brothers room. With each passing breath she managed to gather more of her thoughts. Why was she in Finn’s room? Perhaps he had found her unconscious after her fall and brought her here to rest.
Feeling well enough to move Jenna pulled herself to her feet but immediately noticed something was wrong, she felt taller and the balance of her body seemed off. She looked down to see she was wearing Finns clothing, her confusion only grew when she noticed how strangely the clothes fit her body, she reached at her chest but instead of feeling her soft breasts she could only feel the hard touch of her rib cage.
She began to panic, breathing faster, even her hands had changed, a horrible realisation began to dawn on her, she ran over to the mirror across the room and confirmed her fears. She wasn’t just wearing Finn’s clothing, she was Finn!
Jenna screamed so loudly she was sure half of the apartment building would hear her, not that they would think the scream came from her given how her voice had changed.
“No, no, no, no! It’s not real! It can’t be!” Jenna said aloud as her eyes began to well up with tears but with each passing moment it became more apparent that this wasn’t some sort of twisted dream.
She laid in a heap on the floor, sobbing terribly, trapped in her brothers body. Minuets passed and all Jenna could do was cry, it took all of her strength to compose herself enough to think what might have happened to her real body.
Jenna frantically stumbled her way out of Finn’s room, down the hallway and into her room. As she burst open the door she couldn’t believe what she was seeing
It was herself! wearing the lingerie she wore only moments ago. She wanted to say something but was completely lost for words and out of breath from sobbing.
“Jenna is that you?” Her old body said to her, it was so strange to hear her own voice speaking to her
“Y..yeah it’s me. Who are you? What happened? Jenna managed to string together the response
“It’s me Finn, I’m inside your body, I…”
“What the fuck? how could this have happened?!” Jenna became flustered again
“I…I was just playing with that stone then suddenly…the pieces all aligned…there was this green light and then I was here…in your body”
“Can you change us back then?” Jenna questioned still distressed, she couldn’t help but notice how calm Finn was being about this
“I think so, let me find the stone again and I’ll do what I did before” Finn responded inside of Jenna’s body
The two returned to Finns room where he grabbed the stone from off his bed. Jenna watched as he rolled and twisted parts of it.
“This should do it” Finn quoted and with a final twist he clicked a part of the stone into place, the pair waited for something to happen but after a minute of silence a puzzled look came across both of their faces.
Again Finn tried to align the stone and again there was no result. He tried and tried but with each failure Jenna became more and more hopeless, she began to cry again an Finn dropped the stone back onto his bed in defeat.
Jenna slumped against her brother and began to sob uncontrollably again.
“What are we going to do?” she cried unable to cope with the possibility of being stuck in her brothers body forever…
One week later…
Jenna hated every second spent in her brothers body but she still had some hope of changing back, Finn had been working on translating the old carvings on the sides of the stone hoping for a clue, he’d told her it was a mix of many different languages so it was taking a long time to make progress.
Jenna had just come in from grocery shopping when she found Finn, still in her body waiting for her in the apartment.
Jenna was finding it a little strange how fast Finn had become comfortable in her body and wearing some of her more slutty clothes.
“I can change us back!” Finn gleamed speaking in Jenna’s old voice.
“Oh my god you figured it out! Yes tell me how let’s do it right now! God I can’t take another second of this” Jenna was almost tearing up at the prospect of changing back
“Yeah we can do it right now but there’s just one issue…you’re gunna have to have sex with me” Finn spoke awkwardly
“We have to have sex? Why?” Jenna said feeling deeply uncomfortable at the prospect
“That’s just what it says on the stone. Listen I don’t like the idea of having my own dick inside me just as much you don’t want to fuck your own body but that’s the only way you’re gunna get what you want” Finn explained sounding slightly irritated
“Okay fine let’s just get it over with” Jenna said before the two of them entered her room and awkwardly stripped in front of each other
A few moments later Finn was laying naked on the bed as Jenna prepared to fuck him. She struggled to keep hard as she began thrusting into her old body, slowly, she built up a rhythm. Her pussy felt amazing around her cock but she couldn’t help but notice the unimpressed expression on her old face. With a final thrust she exploded inside her body before a familiar pain in her head came over her…
Two weeks later
Jenna couldn’t have been happier to be back in her own body. She’d all but moved on from the horrid experience with the stone and life was thankfully back to normal. Despite this she noticed Finn had been acting slightly different ever since their ordeal, he’d been a lot more distant since they switched back but she figured he was still wrapping his head around what had happened and hoped he would be back to his usual self soon too.
One afternoon Finn asked Jenna to driver her to a friends house and she happily agreed, not only was it nice to finally have him talk to her again but she figured him getting out the house and seeing some people would be good for him.
As she pulled into the drive she brought the car to a stop and waited for Finn to get out but he sat silent, looking troubled
“Is everything okay Finn?” Jenna asked, sounding concerned for her brother
Finn remained silent for another moment before speaking in a slightly pained tone
“I’m sorry Jenna” he said reaching into the glovebox of the car before pulling out the green stone from his pocket “but I need to have your body back”
“Finn what are you doing with that! You said you threw it away!” Jenna said nervously
She saw him begin to spin and twist the stone in his hand she tried to quickly reach out and grab it but just before making contact with the stone a green flash shot out from the core of the gem
The now all too familiar pain flooded Jenna’s mind again as she flopped back into the seat, passing out.
Jenna awoke some time later laying on the floor of an unfamiliar room. As she regained he senses she realised she was once again back inside Finn’s body.
“You know the week I spent inside this body was probably the best week of my life” Jenna heard her voice say. She hadn’t realised that her brother was in the room with her in her old body
“What the fuck! Why did you change us back into each other again!” Jenna said angrily
“At first I was just as upset as you were about loosing my body. But then I got a taste of what you’ve had all your life.” Finn turned to a mirror and began fixing his long hair as he spoke
“See while you locked yourself in your room and cried like a baby I went out and enjoyed this body, and after we swapped back well…I needed more”
“You can’t just steal my body! We’re swapping back right now!” Jenna screamed furious with her brother
“I made the mistake of swapping back with you once, I’m not doing that again. That’s actually why I brought you here” As if on queue, a huge, muscular man with dark black skin, walked into the room.
Finn turned from the mirror to finally look at Jenna
“There’s someone I’d like you to meet…this is Tyson, a friend I made last time I occupied this body”.
Finn gave a nod to the huge man and immediately he set after Jenna, she was no match for him as he pinned her down to the floor. Immobilised, she watched Finn approach her holding something in his manicured hands. He pulled down at Jenna’s pants revealing her cock, it would have been embarrassing enough without Tyson here to see but then she noticed what Finn was holding: a chastity cage.
Jenna kicked and screamed furiously as Finn began to fit the cage to her manhood, she knew what this meant there would be no way for her to change back if she couldn’t use her cock.
“Finn please! Don’t do this!” She shouted with tears forming in her eyes. Her brother looked up at her to make eye contact with her
“Finn?” he said questioningly
“Why did you call me that? I’m your big sister Jenna remember?” and with that statement Jenna heard a click and felt the cage tighten uncomfortably to her cock.
“Now I’m going to give you two options” her brother said holding the key to the cage in his hand.
“1-you accept that I am your big sister Jenna and you’re my pathetic loser brother Finn and I won’t throw this key down the drain and maybe once in a while I’ll allow you out of your cage to cum, it won’t be anywhere near me so don’t get any ideas…or two you don’t accept who you are and you’ll spend the rest of your life trapped in that thing…your choice”
Jenna was welling up, how could her brother be so cruel to her? She desperately wanted her body back but that seemed all but impossible now. Without the key there would never be a chance to escape this fate, but even with it she couldn’t imagine Finn ever giving her the chance to fuck her.
“Okay I accept…just please don’t throw it away” Jenna said welling up
“I want to hear you say it!” Her sibling snapped back at her
“I…I’m Finn, you’re…Jenna” she stuttered
“Say it louder!”
“I’m Finn, you’re Jenna”?
“Again!”
“I’m Finn!, you’re Jenna!”
“LOUDER!”
“IM FINN YOUR LOSER LITTLE BROTHER AND YOU’RE MY BIG SISTER JENNA!”
There was a moment of silence as the siblings stared at each other.
Finn tried to hold back his tears as he lay pinned down to the floor, his sister stared at him with a smug grin. Jenna leaned in close to him to whisper in his ear
“…and don’t you forget it” she giggled giving him a kiss on the forehead.
“Now…” Jenna announced “Tyson you’ve been so helpful I think it’s time you got your reward…and Finn I know you’ve never fucked a girl so I want to show you how a real man does it…”
With that Jenna turned and began walking into the next room, Tyson followed dragging Finn along the floor, he couldn’t believe he was about to watch his sister get fucked by a huge black man. He fought as best he could but soon he was in the bedroom with them and the door was locked shut behind him...
6 Months later
Finn was spending yet another night gaming in his room when he heard the familiar vibration tone of his phone going off on his desk. He turned his phone over to check it and saw a text message from Jenna
Hey loser! I’m having Tyson come over soon to fill up my holes again, how do you like my outfit? If you promise to be quiet and not leave your room I’ll take a day off your next chastity release! Have a nice night try not to get too horny listening to us ;)
Claire held back the tears as best she could as she sat dejected in her car… another job interview had just gone down the drain, the fourth one this month. As she wiped her eyes and tried to compose herself she caught her reflection in the rear view mirror and found herself pausing for a moment. Where had it all gone so wrong?
She was still only 34, but it felt like her best years were slipping away rapidly, she’d never realised her dreams of becoming a professional writer, hadn’t been in a serious relationship in years and now even the local newspaper weren’t interested in hiring her. She had always been optimistic and ambitious growing up but those sentiments were beginning to fade, seemingly like the rest of her dreams…
She told herself everything would be okay, like she had many times before, but it was getting harder and harder for her to believe that line. Claire let out a deep sigh and turned the ignition before heading back to her apartment, in the back of her mind she couldn’t shake the thought of how unsatisfied she had become with her life
*One week later*
“What a load of garbage!” Claire announced, alone and frustrated in her tiny downtown apartment. She’d just finished reading the latest article from her local papers new columnist, the same one she’d missed out on a job to. The article was a cookie-cutter piece on local politics, nothing exciting or daring about it and littered with spelling and grammatical mistakes. Claire grit her teeth, trying not to let what seemed to be the latest in an endless stream of gut-punches get to her. She threw the paper across her sofa and buried her head in her hands.
Wet tears pooled through the gaps in her fingers as she sobbed uncontrollably…what had she done to deserve this life?… she’d done nothing wrong to anyone, worked hard at school and college. Yet the world seemed to resent her for it.
It was hard to say how much time had passed when Claire finally managed to gather up the strength to get back on with her day. She began tidying up the mess she’d made while breaking down in her apartment. The pillows returned to their correct places in the sofa and the mountain of tissues she’d used were collected and dumped into the trash. But as she reached for the newspaper that put her in this foul mood she noticed the pages had flicked to an advertisement that caught her attention…
“Life not what you thought it would be? Looking for a second chance? Book an appointment now!”
Claire had to double take the title, it seemed far too on-the-nose, as if the words were calling out to her directly. She scooped up the paper and began to read. The ad was from a tech startup in her city, they were looking for volunteers to trial a drastic and innovative self help scheme. There was a lot of loose terminology, it was incredibly vague what this appointment would even entail, but Claire was at rock bottom. She knew this would probably lead to yet another disappointment but at this point she was willing to try anything.
Claire punched the numbers into her phone and waited for the line to connect
*3 days later*
“I know it sounds like something out of a fantasy movie ma’am, but we really think we’ve got something special on our hands, it’s still in the prototype phase right now but we know this could be revolutionary for so many people, and we think you’re a perfect candidate”
Claire was completely speechless as she tried to process what the doctor was saying, she scanned the room full of computers, servers and other equipment she couldn’t even begin to describe.
“I…I think I should leave…” Claire said, the feeling that once again she was wasting her time was beginning to sink in. She’d hoped this would be a real opportunity for change but instead the team of doctors and scientists had just filled her head with a bunch of jargon about “time-dilation”, “temporal resettlement” and a host of similar phrases. Claire grabbed her cheap handbag and stood up from the chair…
“What do you have to lose?” Claire was only a few feet from the door but the words seemed to strike a chord deep within her. The doctor continued “if we’re wrong about this then nothing changes anyway…but if we’re right…”
Claire placed one hand on the door for just a moment before turning around “fine…I’ll try it” she said, not sure if this was an act of defiance or desperation. The mood in the room shifted as the team of medical-scrub clad technicians began firing up various machines and devices.
“From your side It really is as simple as I described Claire” the lead doctor began to explain “I just need you to tell me a time when you last felt like things were right in your life, then we can program the software, and we’ll be able to take you back to meet yourself at the point in your life. You’ll only have a couple minutes before the time paradox collapses but you’ll have a brief window to say what you need to your former self. Once that window closes you’ll be brought back to the present, but with some luck your life will have taken a much more favourable trajectory. There’s no way of guaranteeing specific results but all our trials so far have been at least partially beneficial…the only thing left to do is tell us when you want to go Claire…”
A tear fell from her cheek, but for once this wasn’t from sadness, Claire imagined how different things might be, for the first time in years she felt like things might just get better…but she didn’t want to get too far ahead of herself. She looked at the doctor and thought hard for a moment before uttering a single word “college”
A few minutes later Claire found herself laying on a medical table staring at a bright light directly above her… the scientists spoke yet more jargon to each other in hushed tones before a loud mechanical tone began to fill the room. The light got brighter and brighter still and then one moment everything seemed to reach a crescendo
*Flash*
Suddenly the light was gone, Claire, stunned at the realisation this had actually worked, found herself stood in a small room and immediately she recognised exactly where and when this was. It was her college dorm from her first year. She would have been 18 at the time and still full of hope and ambition… it made her sad to think how things turned out. She scanned the walls, following a trail of boyband posters until her eyes reached the desk in the corner of the room.
Even though she knew what she was getting into Claire still couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. Sitting and writing at the desk was her 18 year old self. She took a moment to simply watch her younger self…
Claire noticed her old figure, still slim and athletic not yet tarnished by age and years of lonely weeknight drinking. Her face was free of wrinkles and frown lines and her hair had not yet become specked with grey streaks. Claire could have watched herself for hours, just contemplating, but she knew time was of the essence. She placed a hand gently on the younger Claire’s shoulder and squeezed it gently to get her attention
“Aaaahhh!” the younger girl screamed out, the look of horror in her eyes was clear as she panicked seeing a strange older woman in her room. But as the two’s eyes met the younger Claire seemed to calm slightly as if she felt something familiar about the person who had intruded into her room.
“Claire… I know this is going to sound crazy but you need to listen to me…I…I’m you…but from the future…I don’t have long and you need to listen to me please!” There was a sense of desperation in the older woman’s voice as she prayed the younger girl would take onboard what she had to say.
“I…wh…what? How??” The younger Claire stuttered
“Claire I don’t have time to explain you just need to listen to me…your life doesn’t turn out how you want it to at all. It’s sad and lonely and miserable but it doesn’t have to be that way” the young girl looked stunned but nodded slightly as if she understood the situation
“You can’t just work hard and be nice and expect things to come to you. You need to stick up for yourself and not let others walk all over you… I know those girls in your English class are already starting to pick on you. You have to stand up to them before it’s too late!”
Claire felt a strange feeling pass through her…as if she was beginning to fade from this timeline…she knew she didn’t have long left… “Claire I know it’s not your nature but you need to change things… be confident, be strong and don’t take shit from anyone… I know you can do this!” as Claire desperately spoke her last few words she began to hear the same sounds that filled her ears when she entered this timeline. The room began to fill with light once again until it was all she could see and then…
*Flash*
Claire’s eyes stung as the blinding light dissipated. She was expecting to see the clinic where she had begun this experiment but instead she found herself stood inside a luxurious room staring at a beautiful woman she didn’t recognise.
Flowing blonde hair ran down the woman’s shoulders and across her tight golden skin. Her perfect figure was adorned in a skimpy back bodysuit and her face was sharp and defined with a seductive layer of makeup.
“Huh…hello?” Claire spoke, hoping this woman could help her understand what was going on but to her surprise the woman spoke the words right back to her… it then dawned on Claire, this wasn’t somebody else…
It was her!
She stepped closer to her reflection, at first confused how she looked this way, but then the memories began to flood her head. The day in college she’d decided to dye her hair blonde…the boys started giving her more attention after that. The boob job a now ex-boyfriend had paid for when she was 21. And the host of fillers, treatments and therapies she used to keep her face looking perfect.
Claire couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry… she’d clearly landed in a much more successful timeline but at what cost? Was she really happy looking like this?
As she studied her new body more one thing caught her attention…wrapped around her manicured finger was a huge diamond engagement ring. Her heart began to flutter with excitement. In her past life love had evaded her but seemingly now she was soon to wed. She tried to picture the man who gave it to her to no avail. Perhaps that part of her memory had not yet crystallised. Her thoughts were then interrupted by a distinctive *ping* notification hitting her phone.
Claire could barely unlock the device with her huge nails, but once she did the message from “Future Hubby 💍” was clear for her to read
“Damn 🥵 that’s my girl! I’ll be home in 2 mins then I’ll be helping myself to some of that!”
Claire could see the message above was a picture of her modelling the black bodysuit, with a naughty text saying how much she needed him to come home and “fill her up”. Was this really the kind of woman she had become?
She couldn’t quite believe the situation she’d gotten herself into. She didn’t know wether to laugh or cry, she still felt like the old Claire but now she was inside the body of some blonde bimbo who’s fiancé was expecting to fuck her in a matter of minutes. She felt her heart racing and was on the verge of a panic attack when she heard the front door unlock and heavy footsteps begin to rise up the stairs.
But just when Claire felt her fight or flight reaction was about to kick in a sudden calm and confidence passed over her. She posed herself in a chair across from the door to the room and eagerly awaited her man. After all, it was her man, and he had everything she wanted
And what a man he was, Tyson, her one and only stepped into the room. His huge frame filling the door, his dark muscles practically bursting out his shirt.
He wasted no time closing the distance to Claire and lifting her onto the bed before the two began passionately making out. Claire’s mind was flooded with memories of the filthy things her and Ty had done on this very bed.
Claire reached into his pants and pulled out Tyson’s huge cock. Any memory of the prude virginal Claire died in that moment. Claire began licking his throbbing black cock, his shaft glistened with spit before she switched positions and mounted her man.
As she rode Ty her pussy began to stretch with what was now a familiar girth inside her. Claire came over and over. With each passing orgasm the traces of her old life faded into obscurity.
There had never been a time travel clinic or an alternative timeline. Claire had always been an alpha bitch who got whatever she wanted. She remembered bullying girls at college, having every guy on campus perv on her and the day she first met the man who was currently exploding his load inside of her. Her millionaire fiancé who got her anything and everything she ever wanted.
As Claire lay in bed that night. Wrapped in the arms of her perfect man, safe inside the mansion he bought for them she couldn’t help but think…
Victoria wanted to surprise her boyfriend, Jack, with a sexy selfie outside his house. They had been together for three months and, since it was his birthday, Victoria was finally ready to have sex with him. She got all dolled up in her sexiest outfit and made her way over to his place.
Something happened, however, when she took the picture. Little did Victoria know, her boyfriend had installed the Doll-Maker app on her phone. Victoria began to panic as she realized she was frozen in her sexy pose. She watched as the freckles on her arms were erased and replaced with perfect plastic skin. She gasped as her waist narrowed and her perky B cups began to swell; ballooning into round, full Triple D twins that looked unnaturally perky. She could fill her butt rounding into a firm bubble behind her; giving her that perfect hourglass shape.
“I’m… becoming… a.. doll?!” she managed to exclaim amidst the transformation spreading to her face. Her mouth became stuck slightly parted. Her sweet, blue eyes widened to Barbie-like proportions and became vacant. Within seconds, Victoria had been completely replaced by a doll that looked remarkably like her.
Jack opened his door, “Ah, I see my birthday present has arrived.”
He examined the doll from head to toe. It was amazing how perfect it looked. The doll still looked so much like Victoria; just enhanced in all the right places for his pleasure.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said to the doll, not fully sure if Victoria was still in there somewhere, “I only set the app to last a couple days. You should be back to normal by Monday. In the meantime, I’m going to have some fun with my new toy.”
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If it had been any other time of the year, Mark would've been happy to help Sofia and Emily shoot one of their TikTok trend videos. However, it was near the end of November, and he was really regretting taking a bet he could last the whole month.
To say the girls were playing dirty was an understatement.
"Aaand one, two, threefourfivesix..."
"Oh, god..." Mark groaned, seeing the "dance" that was apparently trending. For November, he'd managed to almost completely stay off his phone, for the first time since he'd owned one. If he was going to make it, he'd have to avoid all of the temptations of TikTok and Instagram.
Unfortunately, with Sofia renting what used to be his sister's room, there was still one major temptation he couldn't avoid so easily. And as if that wasn't enough, she just had to keep bringing her girlfriend, Emily around.
The pair of them giggled at his reaction.
"Oops... sorry... he he..." Sofia giggled, "I think just realised why all these girls are doing this trend now. Ha ha ha..." She looked away, as innocently as possible. "Our little bet still on...?"
Emily scoffed, "wow... you bet you could last a month...? Dude... that is brave. 'Specially with us going at it in the next room all the time... ah..." she stopped for a moment and turned to Sofia. "Hold on... is that why you've been so horny this month...? Ha ha... are you just tryin' to get him to fail NNN...?"
Emily sighed. "Not that I've not been enjoying it, but... not sure how I feel about you fucking me, as a way of teasing him." She shook her head before looking to Mark. "Jeez... how much are you even betting...?"
"Um... just a hundy..." Sofia looked away sheepishly, blushing. Mark was also glowing red.
Emily's eyes narrowed. "That... seems kinda low..." It wasn't a lot for him to go a month without jerking off.
"Um... the money's just if I win..." Sofia was sniggering, but still looking very flushed.
"Wow... you are really bad at betting..." Emily shook her head at Mark. "Like, she doesn't really have to do anything, and you're just here gettin' blue-balls all month...? For a hundred...?" Something was off. "Wait... and if she gets a hundred if you lose, and you don't get it if you win... then... what the hell do you win...?"
"Oh... Um... I... said if he... made it all the way through November, I'd... he he... uhh... give him a hand... for his first fap of December..."
Emily's eyes widened.
"And umm... maybe he could... use me for target practice..." she finished quickly and quietly, before sniggering a little more.
Emily gasped. "Oh... My... GOD!"
"Whaaat...?!" Sofia looked back at her. "How was I supposed to know he'd make it this far...?" She looked back at Mark. "I thought he'd blow in his pants when I offered him the bet. Like... If I said he'd be able to cum on my tits, he'd just bust in his pants right there and... he'd owe me a hundred for it!"
"Wow!" Emily chuckled. "That is crazy..." She looked over at Mark, who was practically trembling now, he was so hard. "I mean... I get what you're saying but... now... what if he makes it...?"
"You want me to call it off...?"
Emily smirked a little. She was going to have some fun of her own now. "Hmm... You know what... no. I think you've been really mean here. Making the poor guy go this long, and they you say you might welch on him. And... if I'm being honest I'm kind of on Team Mark now... I hope he does make it. And I hope he absolutely blasts you right in the face for being such a tease..."
She smirked at Mark. "Buuuut.. she's still my girlfriend so, I wanna see it when it happens!"
Mark groaned again. That sounded incredible. But it was now also feeling more impossible by the second.
"Uh uhh... not yet, honey..." Emily teased him. "You've still got a few more days before you can bust that nice... fat load... all over..." she reached around to take two very full handfuls of Sofia's tits for emphasis, "these... big... fat... tits!"
"Ooh... Hello!" Sofia giggled. "Now who's getting all horny about our little bet?"
"Weeellll..." Emily leaned around to kiss her... "I mean... I like boys too... And... how often are you gonna get to see a guy with a month's worth of pent-up spunk just... unload it... all over the best tits I've ever felt...?"
"Ooohhh... feels like you're enjoying them plenty just as they are..." Sofia teased. "Lucky for us... the whole not cumming thing's just for him... Ha ha ha!"
"Mmm... you wanna take advantage of that now...?" Emily smirked.
"Mmm.... You bet!" Sofia purred, before sneering at Mark, "good luck..."
"We'll... keep the door locked though... don't want to tempt you too much!"
"Ha ha! And we'll try to keep the noise down!" Sofia giggled, as Emily squealed with excitement.
Sadly for Mark, he did not make it to December. Their teasing was more than enough to send weeks worth of built up spunk erupt into his boxers.
The girls paused for a few seconds, seeing the wet spot spread out from his tenting pants, before cracking up in hysterics.
"Oh! Shit Ha ha! So close there!" Sofia smirked, turning back to Emily. "Maybe he'll do better next year...?"
"Maybe..." Emily smirked at the implication she would give him the same offer again. "But in the meantime... if you'll excuse us... I think my girlfriend here needs a spanking for being such a tease..."
"Ooh! That sounds urgent!" Sofia giggled. "We'd better get on that quick! Um... you can just slip the money under my door when you're ready!"
As they excitedly scampered up the stairs, leaving Mark in his cum-soaked pants, Emily whispered, "And I think you owe me fifty of that!"
Sofia giggled. "Do I get a spank for every dollar I owe ya?"
Hannah adjusted the thick, tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of her nose, the plastic warm against her skin. She felt a familiar, sickening lurch in her stomach as the classroom door swung open. Kaylee. Of course.
Kaylee didn't walk into a room; she made an entrance. She was a 5'8" slab of teenage perfection, a tanned, blonde monument to every insecurity Hannah had ever possessed. Her cheerleading uniform was a second skin, the tight white top struggling to contain the magnificent, gravity-defying swell of her DD tits, and the tiny blue skirt barely covering the perfect, round globes of her ass. Her silky hair bounced with each step, and her blue eyes, the colour of a summer sky, scanned the room with the bored, predatory gaze of a shark circling a tank of guppies.
"Miss," Kaylee's voice was a purr of saccharine poison. "I was just wondering... does Shakespeare, like, ever talk about how boring it is to listen to some old loser drone on and on?"
A ripple of cruel laughter snaked through the classroom. Hannah’s knuckles went white on her copy of 'Romeo and Juliet'. "That's enough, Kaylee. The lesson is on dramatic irony."
"Oooooh, irony," Kaylee mocked, popping her gum with a wet snap. "Is it, like, ironic that you're teaching us about love when you've clearly never even been kissed?" She leaned forward, her massive tits squashing together on the desk. "Face it, Miss. You're a cautionary tale. You're what happens when girls fail."
The words were tiny, sharp daggers, and they found every weak spot in Hannah's soul. At 24, she was a fossil. Her wardrobe was a symphony in beige and brown, her long mousy hair was perpetually confined in a sensible bun, and her social life consisted of arguing with her cat and grading papers with a red pen of existential dread. She was clever, she was kind, and she was utterly, hopelessly, a doormat.
That night, huddled under a threadbare blanket, Hannah plotted her revenge. She would report Kaylee. She would go to the Headteacher and demand action. She would stand up for herself.
The next morning, her resolve had curdled into the familiar acid of anxiety. The confrontation, the attention, the possibility of making things worse... it was too much. She was pathetic, and she knew it.
Kaylee, however, was just getting started. Her latest game was a masterpiece of psychological warfare, a legacy of cruel genius passed down through the women in her family. It was a smooth, black, palm-sized stone of obsidian, cool and heavy in her hand. Her grandmother had given it to her with a wink. "For when you need to teach a lesson that really sticks."
The magic was exquisitely simple. A touch, a thought, and the stone would swap the bodies of two people for three days. The only caveat, the one tiny, hilarious catch, was that the swap became permanent if the two parties engaged in penetrative sex while in each other's bodies. A loophole for the desperate, a trap for the careless. Kaylee planned to use it on Hannah. She was a girl, right? What were the odds they'd end up fucking? It was a zero-risk scenario.
Her plan was deliciously cruel. She would give Hannah a taste of true power, of life as a queen. For three days, Hannah would live in Kaylee's perfect body, surrounded by friends, adored by boys, drunk on popularity. And then, when she was forced back into her own drab, miserable existence, the memory of that heaven would be a permanent, festering wound. She would be broken forever, haunted by the ghost of a life she could never have again.
"Miss?" Kaylee approached Hannah's desk after the final bell, her expression a masterpiece of feigned contrition. She held the obsidian stone like a sacred relic. "I... I wanted to say sorry. For yesterday. I was a total bitch."
Hannah stared, suspicious. "You were."
"I know," Kaylee sighed, her blue eyes wide and glistening with unshed, fake tears. "It's just... I come from a family that believes in, like, spiritual balance. This stone... it's an empathy stone. It helps you walk a mile in someone else's shoes. I thought... maybe we could try it? To clear the air?"
It was the most transparent lie Hannah had ever heard, but the desperate, lonely part of her, the part that starved for any scrap of positive attention, wanted to believe. "I don't think that's a good idea, Kaylee."
"Please, Miss?" Kaylee’s voice was a wounded whisper. "Just for a minute. Touch it. Think about... understanding me."
Hesitantly, Hannah reached out and placed her finger on the cool, smooth stone. Kaylee placed her own finger beside it. The world didn't flash or bang. It just... lurched. A dizzying, nauseating spin, like falling down a bottomless well.
Mmmmmh...
It was a sensation of being poured out and then refilled. Hannah’s vision blurred. For a disorienting second, she was looking at herself - at her own mousy bun and pathetic, shocked expression. Then she wasn't.
She blinked.
The world snapped into hyper-focus. The hum of the fluorescent lights was a roar. The scent of chalk dust and cheap air freshener was a complex perfume. And she felt... heavy. A glorious, significant weight on her chest. She looked down. Two huge, round, tanned tits strained against the fabric of a tiny pink cheerleading top. Her hands weren't her own; they were slender, elegant, tipped with long, white manicured nails. She raised one to her head, her fingers sinking into a cascade of silky, blonde hair.
"Holy... shit," she breathed, and the voice that came out was a husky, confident purr. It was Kaylee’s voice.
She looked across the desk. Her own body - her body - was staring back at her, but the face was split by a wide, triumphant grin. Kaylee, trapped in Hannah's form, pushed the thick glasses up her nose, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight.
"Yes!" Kaylee-in-Hannah’s-body hissed, punching the air with a bony fist. "It worked! Oh, you are going to love this, you sad little loser. You're going to get a taste of the good life, and then I'm going to snatch it away and watch you cry for the rest of yours."
Hannah - the new Hannah - stared, a cold dread washing over her. This was a cage. A beautiful, perfect, terrifying cage. "You... you can't do this."
"I already did," Kaylee cackled, doing a clumsy little dance in Hannah’s frumpy brown loafers. "Three days, bitch. Enjoy the view. Because after this, you're going to be even more of a pathetic wreck than you are now. It's going to be glorious."
Chapter 2: The Body's Betrayal
The first few hours were a waking nightmare for the new Hannah. Every instinct screamed at her to run, to hide, to find a way to reverse the spell. But Kaylee's body had other ideas. It was a live wire of pure, unadulterated need.
As she walked out of the school, a wave of raw, animalistic horniness washed over her. It wasn't a thought; it was a physical command, a deep, throbbing ache in her new, tight cunt that demanded attention. She could feel the phantom memory of a dozen different cocks, the ghost of a girl's tongue, the lingering echo of countless orgasms simmering just under her skin. This body was a finely tuned machine for pleasure, and it was currently running on empty.
No, she thought, her mind reeling. I'm not like this. I don't want this.
But her body betrayed her. Her new, sensitive nipples hardened against the fabric of the cheer top, rubbing against it with every step and sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit. She could feel the slick wetness already soaking through the tiny black thong. Her hips began to sway with a practiced, seductive rhythm that she didn't know she possessed, drawing stares from every boy she passed.
She found herself walking towards the football field, drawn by some primal instinct. The practice was in full swing, a symphony of grunting effort and flying pigskin. And then she saw him. Chad. A mountain of muscle and testosterone, his shirt off, sweat glistening on his chiselled abs. He saw her, and his face broke into a wide, hungry grin.
"Hey, babe!" he yelled, jogging over. "Where you been? I've been texting."
The new Hannah’s mind went blank with panic. Say something. Anything. But her body took over. A slow, confident smile spread across her lips. "Just taking care of something," she purred, the voice feeling terrifyingly natural. "You look hot."
"You look hotter," he growled, his eyes devouring her. He grabbed her, his hands instantly claiming her perfect ass, and kissed her. It was a brutal, possessive kiss, all tongue and teeth, and the new Hannah’s brain short-circuited. Her body responded instantly, melting against him, her arms wrapping around his thick neck. The kiss was a key turning a lock she didn't know existed, unleashing a flood of pure, slutty desire.
Ooooooh, fuck yes...
Later, in the back of his jeep, the last of her resistance crumbled into dust. He tore her leggings off, his fingers roughly probing her soaking wet cunt. The old Hannah would have been horrified, would have screamed, would have fought. The new Hannah spread her legs wider, a guttural moan escaping her lips.
"Fuck me," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "Please, just fuck me."
When he slammed into her, it wasn't just pleasure; it was a revelation. It was a violent, overwhelming confirmation of her new reality. This body was made for this. For being taken, for being used, for being worshipped. She came almost instantly, a screaming, squirting orgasm that ripped through her with the force of a tidal wave. It was so powerful, so degrading, so fucking good.
And in the aftermath, as she lay there panting, Chad’s cum leaking from her battered cunt, a dark, thrilling thought slithered into her mind. She had just been fucked in the back of a car like a cheap slut. And she had loved every second of it.
A wicked little smile touched her lips. This was power. This was freedom. And a secret, buried part of her - the part that had been trampled on and ignored for years - started to stir. The part that had always wondered what it would feel like to be the bully. To be the one on top.
Chapter 3: The Doll and the Dress-Up
The first act of her new life was a pilgrimage to Kaylee's house. It was a sprawling, modern mansion, a testament to old money and new arrogance. She let herself in with the key she found in Kaylee’s purse, the click of the lock sounding like a starting pistol.
She went straight to Kaylee's bedroom. It was a pink, fluffy, decadent lair. A king-sized bed with a velvet headboard, a walk-in closet the size of Hannah's entire apartment, and a vanity table covered in a dazzling array of makeup.
The old Hannah recoiled. This was the den of the enemy. The new Hannah felt a thrill of possession. Mine.
She stood before the full-length mirror, still in the cheerleading uniform. She looked like a goddess, but a goddess in a costume. She needed to see what she could become.
She opened the closet. The scent of expensive perfume and leather washed over her. Racks of designer dresses, rows of tiny skirts and crop tops, shelves of expensive heels. It was an arsenal of femininity.
Her hands, moving with an unnerving confidence, pulled out a tiny, white bodycon dress. She stripped off the uniform, her eyes drinking in the sight of her new, naked body. The tanned, flawless skin. The flat, toned stomach. The huge, round tits with their perfect pink nipples. The long, toned legs. And between them, the neat, waxed slit of her new pussy, already glistening with a constant, low-level arousal.
She pulled on the dress. It was like being painted onto her skin, clinging to every curve, every dip. It was so short it barely covered the curve of her perfect ass. She looked at herself in the mirror. A stranger stared back. A hot, arrogant, fuckable stranger.
"Fuck yes," she whispered, the words feeling like a vow.
Next was the makeup. She sat at the vanity, her hands automatically reaching for the products. Foundation, concealer, a sweep of bronzer that made her skin glow. She expertly winged the black eyeliner, smudged shadow into the crease, and coated her lashes in mascara. She finished with a glossy, nude-pink lip plumper that made her mouth look wet and inviting.
The transformation was breathtaking. The girl in the mirror wasn't just hot; she was intimidating. She was a predator.
She spent the next hour trying on clothes. A pair of skin-tight leather pants that made her legs look a mile long. A micro-skirt and a bralette. A lacy black teddy that made her feel powerful and dangerous. With each outfit, she felt another piece of the old Hannah chipping away, replaced by something harder, brighter, and infinitely more cruel.
She found a pack of bubblegum in a drawer. She unwrapped a piece and popped it in her mouth. She started chewing, rhythmically, obnoxiously. Pop. Pop. Pop. She smirked at her reflection. This was the sound of a girl who didn't give a fuck. A girl who owned the room.
The dark, secret part of her soul, the part she'd always suppressed, was basking in it. It was feeding on the image in the mirror. It was getting stronger.
Chapter 4: The First Taste of Blood
The next day at school was a trial by fire. She dressed in a pair of ripped, ultra-low-rise jeans and a cropped band t-shirt that showed off a slice of tanned midriff and her perfect tits. She wore sky-high heels and chewed her gum with a loud, insolent rhythm. She was no longer just wearing Kaylee's body; she was weaponising it.
She walked down the hallway, and the sea of students parted for her. She could feel their eyes on her, a mix of lust, fear, and awe. The power was intoxicating. It was a drug, and she was already an addict.
Her first target was a nerdy sophomore named Brian, who was clutching a stack of books to his chest like a shield. He was the kind of kid the old Hannah would have wanted to protect.
The new Hannah saw a stepping stone.
She "tripped," her heel catching on nothing. She stumbled into him, sending his books flying across the polished floor.
"Oh my god, I am so, like, so sorry," she said, her voice dripping with mock sincerity. She bent down to help, giving him a direct view down her shirt at the magnificent valley of her cleavage.
Brian's face went beet red. He stammered, his hands trembling as he gathered his books. "I-it's okay."
"No, it's not," she said, standing up and placing a hand on his chest. He flinched at her touch. "I made a mess. I should make it up to you." She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You're in Mr. Harrison's calculus class, right? I hear the final is a bitch. I happen to have... the answer key."
Brian’s eyes widened. "You do?"
"Mmmmmh," she purred, popping her gum. "But it's not for free. You're going to do something for me." She looked over at Jessica, Kaylee's second-in-command, who was watching the exchange with a curious expression. "See that girl over there? I want you to go up to her and ask her to prom. In front of everyone."
Brian looked horrified. "But... she'll say no! Everyone will laugh at me."
"Exactly," the new Hannah said, her smile sharp and cruel. "Do it, and the answer key is yours. Don't... and I make sure everyone knows you tried to look down my shirt." She gave his chest a little pat. "Your choice, nerd."
She walked away, leaving him trembling in her wake. She watched from a distance as he, his face a mask of terror, walked up to Jessica. The rejection was swift and brutal. The laughter was immediate and piercing. Brian looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
The new Hannah felt a surge of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It was better than sex. Better than Chad's cock. It was the feeling of absolute control. The power to ruin someone's day with just a few words. She felt a slick warmth between her legs, her tight cunt clenching with arousal.
She had found her calling. Bullying wasn't just fun; it was a fucking turn-on.
Chapter 5: The Queen and Her Court
By the second day, the corruption was complete. The shy, dorky Hannah was a ghost, a faint whisper in the back of a mind that was now 100% toxic, alpha-bitch.
She had fully integrated into Kaylee's friend group. Jessica and Tiffany, initially suspicious, were now completely under her spell. The new Kaylee was meaner, funnier, and more daring than the old one. She came up with pranks that were genuinely vicious, and she wielded her social power with a surgical precision the original Kaylee could only dream of.
"Okay, so, like, here's the plan," she said to them at lunch, chewing on a strand of her blonde hair. "You know that geeky AV club president, Mark? The one who's always staring at my ass?"
Jessica nodded. "Total loser."
"Right," the new Kaylee continued. "I'm going to 'accidentally' drop my phone in the boys' locker room right after practice. When he goes to get it for me, he's going to find Chad and the team waiting for him. They're going to give him a 'swirly' and hang his tighty-whities from the flagpole."
Tiffany squealed with delight. "That's so evil!"
The new Kaylee just smirked. "I know, right? It's, like, my new hobby."
She spent her days in a haze of power and pleasure. She'd flirt with teachers to get extensions, she'd steal other girls' boyfriends just for the fun of it, and she'd humiliate anyone who looked at her the wrong way. Each act of cruelty was a jolt of electricity, a shot of adrenaline straight to her clit. She was addicted.
The sex was a constant, roaring fire. She fucked Chad in the locker room, two members of the basketball team in the back of a cinema, and Jessica in her parents' hot tub after a party. She was insatiable. She discovered she loved being watched, loved the feeling of cum on her skin, loved the way people looked at her with a mixture of awe and disgust. She was a slut, a bitch, a queen. And she had never felt more alive.
The old Hannah was a distant memory, a cautionary tale she told herself in the dark to make the pleasure feel even sweeter. She was everything she used to hate, and it was the most fucking glorious feeling in the world.
Chapter 6: The Queen's Unraveling
For Kaylee, the first day in Hannah's body was a hilarious, if slightly inconvenient, lark. It was like slumming it in a video game. She felt a strange, detached glee as she walked through Hannah's depressing little apartment, a space so devoid of personality it was like a museum of sadness.
"This is perfect," she cackled to her reflection in the spotted bathroom mirror. "She's going to be so miserable when she gets back to this shithole."
At school the next day, the fun continued. She tried to be herself, to project her usual aura of effortless superiority, but the equipment was faulty. Hannah's body was weak, her voice was a thin, reedy whine, and her posture was a permanent slump.
When she tried to sneer at a freshman, he just looked at her with pity. "Are you okay, Miss? You look a little pale."
The condescending 'Miss' was a bucket of cold water. But she brushed it off. It's part of the plan, she told herself. The lower I sink, the higher she'll fall. I just have to endure this for a couple more days.
The real trouble started in the hallway. She was trying to navigate the crowded corridor when she "accidentally" bumped into Tiffany, one of her own lieutenants on the cheer squad.
"Watch it, freak," Tiffany sneered, not even looking to see who it was. Then she did a double-take. "Oh, it's you. Miss Loser."
A group of students stopped to watch, their faces alight with malicious glee. This was a new sport: tormenting the teacher.
"Sorry," Kaylee-in-Hannah’s-body mumbled, her face burning with a heat she hadn't felt in years. It wasn't just anger. It was... something else. A strange, squirmy feeling in her stomach.
"Sorry's not good enough," Jessica said, appearing at Tiffany's side. The two of them, her former acolytes, now loomed over her, radiating a power she used to command. "You should watch where you're going. You're not important enough to bump into people."
The words were a mirror of her own cruelty, reflected back at her. And in that moment, something inside her shifted. The humiliation was sharp and acute, but underneath it, a different sensation bloomed. A familiar, unwelcome warmth. She could feel a slick wetness seeping into the sensible cotton of her panties.
She was getting turned on. By being bullied. By being powerless.
What the fuck is wrong with me? she thought, a wave of panic washing over her. She tried to fight it, to summon her old rage, but it was gone. In its place was a pathetic, quivering need. She looked at Jessica's smug, beautiful face, and a whimper of pure, submissive arousal escaped her lips.
The girls laughed, a cruel, musical sound that sent another jolt of pleasure-pain straight to her cunt. She was broken. The queen was dethroned, and she was horrified to discover she enjoyed the view from the gutter.
Chapter 7: The Permanent Ascension
On the third day, they met. The new Kaylee was a vision of corrupted perfection. She'd spent the morning getting her hair and nails done, wearing a skin-tight white dress that clung to her every curve. She walked into Hannah's classroom not like a student, but like a conqueror surveying her new territory.
The old Kaylee, in Hannah’s pathetic body, was already there, slumped at her desk. She looked up, her eyes wide with a desperate hope that was immediately extinguished.
"It's time," the old Kaylee said, her voice trembling. "The three days are up. We have to switch back."
The new Kaylee laughed, a low, throaty sound that was pure sex and malice. She sauntered over, her heels clicking like a countdown. "Switch back? Why on earth would I do that?" She leaned against the desk, her magnificent tits level with her old body's face. "This body is a masterpiece. This life... it's everything. And you, my dear, gave it to me."
"It was a game!" the old Kaylee cried, standing up so fast she knocked her chair over. "You were supposed to hate it!"
"Oh, I did," the new Kaylee purred, stepping closer. "For about an hour. Then I discovered what this cunt can do." She ran a finger down her own toned thigh. "I've fucked more people in two days than you've flirted with in your whole life. I've been a better, meaner, sluttier you than you could ever dream of being."
She leaned in, her face inches from her old form. "And you... you look like you've learned a valuable lesson." Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "I heard about your little run-in with the girls. Getting wet from being put in your place? Tsk tsk. That's not the Kaylee I knew. The Kaylee I knew was a queen."
The old Kaylee shivered, a tear tracing a path through the freckles on her new, plain cheek. "Please... I just want to go back."
"No," the new Kaylee whispered, her hand reaching out to cup the other woman's face. "You're going to get exactly what you wanted. A taste of my life. The after taste." She pushed her old body back against the desk, her movements fluid and dominant. "But first... one last lesson in power."
She leaned in and kissed her, a deep, possessive kiss that was all about conquest. The old Kaylee, weak and overwhelmed by the dominant energy radiating from her former body, melted into it. The new Kaylee’s hand snaked down, unbuttoning the frumpy brown trousers and sliding inside, her fingers finding the slick, swollen folds of her old, familiar cunt.
"Mmmmmh, so wet," she murmured, her thumb expertly circling the clit. "You want this. You want to stay here, in this weak, pathetic body, and be my little loser toy. Don't you?"
The old Kaylee moaned, her body arching involuntarily. The humiliation was a drug, the dominance an aphrodisiac. She could feel an orgasm building, a desperate, pathetic thing that she both craved and feared.
"Please..." she whimpered, the word a ragged surrender.
The new Kaylee smiled, a triumphant, cruel curve of her perfect lips. "I found a loophole," she whispered. She stepped back, and for the first time, the old Kaylee saw it. Strapped around her perfect, tanned hips was a huge, thick, black strap-on. It looked obscene, a weapon of ultimate violation.
"The spell says penetrative sex," the new Kaylee explained, her voice dripping with triumphant logic. "It doesn't say a man has to be doing the fucking."
She moved with brutal efficiency, grabbing her old body and spinning it around, bending it over the hard wood of the desk. She yanked the trousers and panties down in one rough motion, exposing the pale, vulnerable ass.
"No... wait..." the old Kaylee protested, but her voice was a breathy, weak thing.
The new Kaylee positioned the thick head of the black cock at the entrance to her own old cunt. She rubbed it up and down the slick slit, teasing her, savouring the moment.
"You're going to take this," she hissed, her voice a low growl of possession. "You're going to take my cock in this sad, new body. And you're going to cum so hard you'll forget your own name. And when you do, the swap becomes permanent. You'll be stuck here. And I... will be me. Forever."
She pushed. The thick, unyielding plastic slid into the familiar channel, stretching it, filling it in a way that was both alien and devastatingly intimate. The old Kaylee cried out, a raw, animal sound of pain, shame, and a pleasure so profound it was agony.
The new Kaylee began to fuck her, hard and deep. Each thrust was a punctuation mark in a new, permanent sentence. She reached around, grabbing a handful of the mousy brown hair and yanking her head back.
"Take it! Take it, you fucking loser!" she snarled, her perfect tits bouncing with the force of her fucking. "This is who you are now! This is all you'll ever be! My pathetic little cum-slut!"
The old Kaylee was sobbing, her body convulsing on the desk. The humiliation of being fucked by her own body, by her own stolen power, was the final, fatal blow. The pressure inside her built and built until it exploded in the most powerful, soul-shattering orgasm of her life.
"FUUUUUUCK!" she screamed, her cunt clamping down on the black plastic cock as waves of unbearable pleasure and utter despair washed over her, erasing the last traces of the girl she used to be.
At that exact moment, the world seemed to shimmer and snap. The spell was sealed. The swap was permanent.
The new Kaylee pulled out, leaving her old body a quivering, sobbing mess on the desk. She looked at her reflection in the darkened window. A perfect, blonde, evil goddess smiled back.
It was done.
Epilogue: The New Order
Weeks later, Northwood High had a new, unshakeable hierarchy.
Kaylee was still the queen, but she was a god now. Her reign of terror was absolute, her cruelty honed by Hannah's repressed intelligence and twisted into something truly artistic. She was even more of a bitch than she had been before, her confidence absolute, her power undeniable.
And Hannah? She was her pet. Her project. Her thing.
The scene played out almost every day. Kaylee would finish getting railed by Chad and the entire defensive line in the locker room, her perfect, toned body glistening with sweat and her tight cunt filled and overflowing with their hot, sticky cum. Then she’d saunter into the empty classroom, where Hannah would be waiting, meek and obedient, her eyes fixed on the floor.
"Get over here, you sad little freak," Kaylee would command, her voice dripping with a contempt that was now as natural as breathing.
Hannah would scurry over, her frumpy brown shoes shuffling on the linoleum. Kaylee would sit on the edge of her desk, spreading her long, tanned legs, a glob of cum already trickling down her inner thigh.
"Clean me," she’d order, her voice bored. "Eat my fucking pussy. Eat his cum out of me. Now."
And Hannah, broken and completely consumed by her new kink, would obey. She would kneel, her glasses fogging up, and bury her face in her queen's perfect, cum-filled cunt, her tongue lapping up the mess with a desperate, pathetic gratitude. The humiliation was her air, her food, her reason for being. Her own pathetic pussy would be dripping, soaking through her sensible underwear, but she knew she wasn't allowed to touch herself. Not unless Kaylee said so.
Sometimes, for fun, Kaylee would ride her around the classroom like a pony, her long legs wrapped tightly around Hannah’s frail waist, yanking on her mousy hair like reins. "Giddy up, loser! Faster!" she'd shriek, laughing as Hannah struggled, her face red with exertion and shame.
The other students would whisper and stare, but no one dared to intervene. This was the new natural order. The sweet, dorky teacher was a ghost, a memory consumed by the ultimate alpha bitch. And the mean girl had found her true, pathetic calling as a humiliated slave.
Evil hadn't just won. It had settled in, redecorated, and was now enjoying a permanent, fucking glorious residency.
This is Vinnie - your dad. He's fifty one years old, overweight and works in construction. Your mum calls him the most lazy asshole piece of trash she's ever known, especially when his alimony is late, which is usually quite often.
Vinnie isn't happy; he's twice divorced, has three kids who don't respect him and his life isn't going anywhere. He's actually depressed and on prozac, but all that is about to change thanks to Brat App.
Vinnie, heard you and your friends talking about the magical Brat App and how you were going to use it to become the most popular sluts at school. He confiscated your iphone to prevent you from using the app, which was a shame because you'd managed to save up more than enough points to become an incredible little bitch, and now he's going to use it on himself.
Like the dirty old man that he is, Vinnie, is a total pervert and has a crush on bratty, young slutty, bitches. The thought of changing into that kind of girl is just too much for him to bear. He is trembling with excitement as he imagines spending all those Brat points to become a fine, little baddie.
The app can change everything about a person, even rewriting reality to give them a new personality, clothes and a life. This is Vinnie's chance to become somebody - to have everything he ever wanted. To be a spoiled rich influencer, a slut, who manipulates men and teases them to get whatever she wants.
His cock rock-hard for the last ever time, Vinnie begins to select options within the Brat App. He slides every slider, as far as it will go to ultra feminine. He selects the enhanced chest, the tight waist, the wide hips. He slides the age slider down and pushes the horniness slider up.
The phone glows and Vinnie groans as he feels a warm sensation of transformation flowing through his body.
He can feel his hair lengthening and growing, and his skin feels tighter. His insides are shifting as an uterus develops and his bones, crack and his insides pop as he twists and groans in pleasure.
"Oh fuck this feels amazing," he moans in pleasure tossing back his head as his hair lengthens and lengthens and lengthens.
Vinnie's clothes, tighten and change style - becoming more feminine and clinging to his body in new and exciting ways. His ass swells up into a perfect grabbable peachy round behind as the front of his top stretches out as two firm, full, swelling breasts, push achingly out, the nipples instantly hard.
"Fuck yes, don't stop! Make me into a slut I want to be a bitch. Yes, give it to me.The power is amazing."
Vinnie's face begins to change it becomes beautiful, smooth and sensual, with firm, full lips, perfect teeth and hypnotic brown eyes.
Vinnie giggles, cooking a hip, his posture shifting to become more feminine. He now looks like a teasing flirting, little slut. She giggles, as her adam's apple disappears forever and her voice becomes that of a teasing temptress.
"Like OMG, this feels even better than I could possibly have imagined."
Vinnie shivers with delight as his cock gets smaller and smaller and smaller, and then with a grin, he feels it suck into his body and a tight wet slit open up instead.
"Oh, fuck, yeah. It's done. I have a pussy and tits. I'm a girl now and I m never going back."
Opening up the identity screen the new girl grins as she slowly deletes the name Vinnie - erasing it from history forever. Next, she deletes the pronouns he/him and replaces them with she/her.
Flashing a perfect white smile, Violet types her new name into the screen and clicks save.
"Fuck yes, this is who I was always meant to be. That fucking fat loser is dead and I'm Violet now. I can't wait to find some big cock to suck and fuck. I want to be a rich spoiled little slut today."
Your dad is gone, memories of him already fading from your mind and anyone else that ever knew him. In this new reality it's like he walked out on you when you were young and you don't really have a clear memory of who he was and what he looked like. You no longer know Vinnie.
But unfortunately, you do know Violet. She is your bully... the mean bitch, who makes your life a living Hell, and she seems to take a perverse delight in torturing you and making you suffer.
She's popular, sexy and spoiled - everything you wish you could be. But having spent all of your points and used the power for herself, you have no memory of the Brat App either.
"Ha ha, suck a big fat dick, Cheryl. Oh, wait, without your precious tits, that's going to be a lot harder, isn't it? You think my husband wouldn't tell me that you've been bouncing your huge juggs in his face? We share everything, dumbass! We're actually in love with each other, not that you'd know anything about what that's like! We used to read your slutty texts together and laugh. Talking all about how he deserved better than my itty bitty titties. Just because you're a freakish titty monster, you decided that you could just help yourself to my husband. Well, you know what? You said that my husband deserved a pair of tits like yours and, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that you were right! And now he can have a pair of tits like yours any time he wants! God, you should have seen him last night. He got so hard watching my boobs burst out of my shirt, I just had to give him a titfuck right there! Y'know, break 'em in properly! He came so quickly, too. It's just a shame that you couldn't see it for yourself and, now I've left you with nothing at all on your chest, you'll never see anything like it again! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have my family to get back to. If you come after me or my husband again, I'll take your ass, too!"
Stephanie ran towards the Royal Greenhouse of Clover Castle. Above her, mysterious pink magic shimmered in the air. The Clover Mages couldn’t identify the magic nor could they dispel it, and so the entire castle was now on full alert.
“Princess? Princess!” she called out as ran through the garden.
No one had seen the princess since the pink magic appeared but Stephanie knew that Princess Triffoli loved the gardens, especially the more exotic flowers that bloomed in the greenhouse, so that was the first place the Royal Druidess thought to look.
“Princess?” Stephanie shouted as she pulled open the doors.
The sweet, pleasant aroma of flowers welcomed Stephanie as soon as she entered the greenhouse. For a moment, she was overcome with a sense of calm. Of relaxation. She smiled as she breathed in the warm scent. What she saw, however, pulled her back from her daydream. Gone were the flowers she had helped the princess cultivate and nurture. In their place, strange new flora filled the beds of the greenhouse and had turned it into a garden of paradise. Bright pinks and blues and purples as far as Stephanie could see. It was one of the most beautiful sights Stephanie had ever laid her eyes on.
Then, she heard something. A soft giggle from deeper within the greenhouse. Stephanie sighed; she didn’t have time for one of Triffoli’s games.
“Princess? It’s Stephanie! Something’s happened! We must get you to safety now!”
Another giggle. Leading her deeper into the gardens. The sights, the smells… there was nothing Stephanie wanted to do more than stop and smell the flowers. She could feel a warmth building inside of her as the flowers focused on her. She wanted to bask in their beauty, to revel in their attention. It felt so good. A soft whine escaped her lips, and the druidess shook her head. She needed to focus; she needed to find the princess. She could figure out where these plants came from after she knew Triffoli was safe.
“Closer,” a voice called out to her. It was almost a whisper, but the druidess heard it clear as day, “Come closer.”
“Who’s there?” Stephanie answered it, readying her staff in case things turned violent. “Show yourself!”
Her words were met with a giggle, “I won’t hurt you, petal.”
Stephanie stepped forward, her eyes darting around the room. She was desperate to find the source of the voice before it found her. And, goddess willing, she’d find the princess. She just hoped she wasn’t too late. She sent a spell forward, reaching out to the nature around her. Asking for its help. But the magic fizzled after just a few seconds, her concentration failing her. She cursed under her breath, earning another giggle from whoever was in here with her.
As she moved through the greenhouse, it felt as though the flowers were becoming more beautiful. Various shades of pink glimmered in the sunlight. They were easily some of the prettiest flowers Stephanie had ever seen. She wondered if the flowers themselves were sparkling. A part of her wanted to sparkle too.
And that was when she noticed her.
Among the flowers sat what appeared to be a woman. Lily-pink hair flowed around her soft green skin. Stephanie recognized the woman to be an alraune. She had heard stories of them but had never seen one with her own eyes. The monster was… somehow even more beautiful than she expected. It turned her attention from the flowers and locked eyes with Stephanie.
“Hello petal,” the alraune purred. “I’ve been expecting you.”
“Where’s the princess?” Stephanie asked her, bringing her focus back to the task at hand.
The woman smiled, but didn’t say a word, as she stepped out from the patch of flowers she had been tending to. Stephanie’s eyes were drawn to her body. Like the garden, she was absolutely breathtaking. The druidess never imagined that an alraune could be so curvy. Her enormous breasts bounced slightly beneath her hair, giving Stephanie enough of a view to further distract her. She pulled a flower from her hair; the petals were covered in a soft pink glitter. Stephanie watched as petals twinkled in the woman’s hand, and she was completely caught off guard when the alraune blew that glitter into her face.
“Bimblossoms,” the pink-haired plant-girl explained, “aren’t they so pretty?”
Stephanie’s head spun as she breathed in the pink pollen. The smell was absolutely intoxicating. Notes of sweet vanilla were flooding her senses, making her feel so delicious. She tried to shake her head and clear the glitter from her mind but she couldn’t. The druidess’ thoughts were turning pink. Her worries and stresses began to melt away into a sea of sparkles. She cooed softly as the bimblossom continued to dumb her down, leaving her feeling floaty and completely at the alraune’s mercy.
“There, my sweet petal. Isn’t that so much better?” she asked Stephanie. Her words were so gentle, so sweet. Each word made the druidess grow a little weaker. “I know your princess agreed. Triffoli, was it? She is such a good girl. Just like you will be.”
“I-i… th-the princess…” Stephanie’s mind struggled to put together any thoughts. She felt too good. Too… pink? Too pink to do anything but listen. Too pink to be anything but be a good girl.
The alraune pulled Stephanie into a kiss, planting her soft pink lips onto the druid. The kiss rocked Stephanie, leaving the girl completely helpless as the creature’s magic flowed through her. Her breasts ballooned beneath her robes, expanding to a more curvaceous size. Her butt grew fuller and rounder, her hips wider and more feminine. The plant-woman’s tongue danced in Stephanie’s mouth, pushing more of the bimblossom nectar into her body. Her head was swimming in a sea of glitter and pink pollen. Her lips plumped into glossy pillows as they became coated with nectar. A pleasant heat was building inside of her; the need for more growing by the second. She moaned into the monster’s kiss. Completely lost in a haze of pink pollen.
The alraune giggled and pulled away from the kiss, leaving Stephanie with a dumb, blissful smile on her face. She traced the bimbo’s lips with her finger, admiring how pretty and pliant her new plaything was. The bimblossoms were already taking hold of this one. And soon, she would join her princess in service of the Garden.
“Such a pretty petal,” the alraune cooed, her green hand cupping the bimbofied druidess’ face. “Now, let’s not keep your princess waiting any longer, yes?”
She twirled around, taking her new bimbo’s hand and leading her to a secluded area of the greenhouse. Stephanie, helplessly obedient, followed the alraune. Her body jiggled as she walked, each step making her boobs and butt bounce lewdly as she mindlessly admired the pretty flowers and yummy smells of the garden.
“Oh, Princess?” the plant-girl called out, her voice drawing the bimbo’s attention back to her. “I’ve brought you a friend.”
Stephanie gasped when she saw her. The princess, a once demure and innocent beauty, had become a bimbo not unlike the former druidess. Her pink lips were wrapped around the vine of a nearby flower; her cheeks puffed slightly from the nectar gushing into her mouth. Another vine had slid into the princess’ pussy, and another between her massive breasts. Princess Triffoli moaned around the vine as the plants continued to use her.
“Mmm, isn’t she lovely?” the alraune asked Stephanie as she watched the princess suck and fuck the flowers like a horny slut. “She’s a little further along than you are, petal… but don’t worry, we’ll get you caught up in no time.”
The princess had always been pretty, but now… she was perfect. Her blonde hair had turned pink, and her skin had taken on a green complexion. Her lips looked so plump and soft. Her tits were so big; her body so deliciously curvy. It made Stephanie feel so warm between her legs. She purred softly; so turned on by the sight in front of her.
The alraune noticed this and pulled the bimbo close to her. Their bodies pressed against each other tight. Stephanie could practically taste her captor’s lips on hers. The plant-girl slid the druid’s robes off her, exposing her perfected body to her Garden. The bimbo swooned as the alraune kissed her again, leaving a trail of pink kisses from her lips to her ear.
She leaned in close and whispered, “Well, petal? Do you want to join her?”
Stephanie cooed dreamily and nodded, “Mhmmm.”
“That’s my girl,” the monster praised her, kissing her deeply and filling her with more delicious nectar. “Go on then, petal. Join your princess among the flowers. Join my Garden. Tend to my flowers and I promise to take good care of you.”
Stephanie smiled blankly before stepping into the flowerbed. She laid next to Princess Triffoli, who was writhing in ecstasy as the vine in her pussy filled her with its seed. She cried out in orgasmic euphoria as she climaxed again and again. The flowers bloomed, covering the bimbos in glitter as they did. Vines quickly began to explore Stephanie’s body, wrapping around her tits and spreading her legs wide. More vines slid between her legs, and the last bits of the druidess’ mind completely melted away as the Garden took all of her holes.
Photo credit: @stephanies-huge-plastic-tits
"The Bimbo Curse of Clover Castle" belongs to @cottonundiestf
Her necklace had a funny design. It always made her giggle. Well, lots of things made her giggle. Everything was just, so funny, you know?
The world was so confusing and scary and when she giggled nice men helped her.
Oh yeah, the necklace. See? she's already forgotten, the pretty ditz. Her boyfriend got it for her. She was going to break up with him cause he's a loser, and it was crass, but he convinced her to put it on.
Gawd, his cock felt like the bestest after that. Like sooooo good. Like so long and thick and yummy.
She got fired from her job, apparently? Some angry man yelling on the phone while she slurped her man's meat. She loves her phone. Loves looking at clothes. Love looking at make up. Loves taking pictures. Her boyfriend even said guys would pay for those pictures! He's like so smart.
Like, gawd, he's so smart. He said bigger boobies would get her more money and he was totally rite! Gawd. Wait, should she let him fuck her new boobies or her ass as a reward? He probably knows better.
Gawd, her boyfriend is the best. He like makes all the smart thinky decisions while she's just hawt and pretty. The only problem is when she, like, takes off the necklace? Like she only does it when she has to shower, cause she doesn't want to ruin it. And she gets all these weird nasty thoughts. About being smart and boring. Eww.
But like, when she tells her boyfriend he just pats her head in that way that makes her pussy melts. And he says something about 'effects' and 'permanent' and 'prototype.'
“So, what do you think? Should we make her one of us?”
“I don’t know. Do you think she’s worthy? Think about everything she’s done to you, to us.”
“True. Maybe she’d be better as something else.”
“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house? Michael! Devin!”
“Your husband and son aren’t here, Amber.”
“How do you know my name?”
“Oh, we know everything about you, Amber.”
“We know about the affair with the McAlester boy.”
“Sleeping with one of your own students, tsk, tsk, tsk. I hear they revoke your teaching certificate for something like that.
“If he was underage, I think they take away more than that. I think jail gets mentioned. Are women who seduce young boys bottom bunks like they are in men’s prisons?”
“He was of age.”
“Damn. So not illegal, just cringy. Well, there’s plenty more dirt under those delicately manicured nails. Remember the time she spent Devin’s college tuition on breast augmentation surgery?”
“Or when she told her parents she couldn’t come over for Christmas because Michael was in the hospital but Michael was at his family’s house for dinner?”
“I almost forgot that! Wasn’t she boinking Rory Stevens then?”
“I think she was. For a middle-aged school teacher, she sure gets a lot of cock on the side. A student and a student-teacher. She might be handy to have around.”
“I don’t know if we want her taste in sex and men with us. I’m not to fond of her taste in boys. I prefer my men experienced.”
“And rich.”
“That’s a bonus, but I’d take a man who can give me multiple orgasms versus multiple expensive things.”
“Who the fuck are you two bitches and how do you know so much about me? Michael!”
“I told you, Amber, Michael isn’t here anymore. I am.”
“And who the fuck are you?”
“Mikaela. I’m your precious Michael on Vari-8.”
“That transformative slut drug that turns people into their opposite gender? No. My Michael would never take that.”
“You’re right, Mother, he wouldn’t. But I knew how unhappy he was, so I convinced him to give it a try with me.”
“Devin?”
“Devina, actually. Your little boy has been taking Vari-8 since college. But now things are very different.”
“How so?”
“Well, see, Dear, when you take more than three doses in a row the transformation is permanent. Your husband and son are never coming back.”
“So. Suits me just fine. You both were dead weight anyway. Now I can move on to greener pastures and bigger dicks.”
“That’s not going to be so easy, Mother.”
“And why is that?”
“Because we’ve framed you for our murders, Dear.”
“What? But you’re alive.”
“Mikaela and Devina are alive, but Michael and Devin have mysteriously disappeared.”
“So has all the money in your joint accounts, IRAs, savings accounts, and your stocks have all been cashed in.”
“What hasn’t disappeared is the cell phone records between you and your lover, the receipts for the motels, and the mysterious purchases for things like a two free standing bathtubs and 50 gallons of hydrochloric acid.”
“The police should be getting a scheduled anonymous emailed right about now tipping them off to our disappearances.”
“No. No. No, that’s impossible. You would never do this to me.”
“Michael wouldn’t. He loved you and you betrayed him. I fucking hate you and I can’t wait to read the headlines about your arrest from a beach in Jamaica.”
“I think you’re right, Mikaela. I can see something else for Mother. I’m seeing handcuffs, beige jumpsuits, and a big bitch to keep her white ass safe in prison.”
