based on a dream I had the other night:
You're staring at the app on your phone nervously. You bite your lip. This is stupid. You're being stupid.
You also have no other option. You're in debt, your job laid you off. You're not making rent.
Where else is there for you to go?
It's a BAD idea. EXTREMELY BAD.
Bet your life website are dangerous. You've never heard of anything good coming from them. Never. They're unregulated and its widely known that the bets are rigged.
You're not even sure how yours will be altered. You just don't have a choice but sell your life away. You do have a choice but perhaps after all of this you just want to blow it all up.
You've made your bet and the sponsor paying for your life has told you how the game is rigged. What will be done to you.
You're in a blind research experiment for a new drug. You don't know what the drug will do to you but there are bets out. You see the options. You understand no matter what you'll soon stop being a shy innocent girl.
You'll probably stop being a girl at all.
It's just for the money. Its just so you have enough to start a brand new life. Every night you're required to take a oblong capsule pill thats red and white. Its so innocent looking.
To better ensure results your rent and expenses are being floated. The payout is over a million and your life is being streamed online every time you enter the house.
People are paying you. You're basically porn. You're not real.
You swallow. You almost figured it feel like something but it doesn't. It makes sense. This is a two year trial. You met the other people involved and they too seem aware of how much their lives are about to change.
You know the outcome of the bet... which is why as you lay on your bed in your pajamas you cautiously bet against yourself.
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Nothing happens for a week. Your skin is maybe more oily than usual and you're breaking out a little but that's whatever.
You don't notice anything for a month. Not until you find it hard to sit. Your panties hurt to wear. They're too tight and close to your body and everything makes you ache down there.
You ask if its supposed to work like this and recieve no response. Right anything said goes against the experiment potentially.
You sit there waiting. The other girl in the experiment is taking something slightly different and whatever it has caused them to already look like a roided up himbo.
She was an heiress apparently.
You almost feel sorry for her. Almost. Your eyes keep glossing over their ripped muscles and strong arms and you want to climb them like a tree.
Thats the other thing you're horny all the time. Like ALL THE TIME.
Your panties don't just chafe they're wet. Slimy with wet slick despite yourself. You want to be embarrassed about how often you find yourself rubbing against your hand or furniture... riding your toys in desperation. People are watching.
But it's hard to care. You find yourself staring at everyone with lust. Nothing much matters other than getting off and this energy to run around. Work out. Be admired.
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The pills increase. You start taking more than prescribed. It's been half a year and you're taller now. Your panties had to be traded out for boxer briefs and straps because your clit is big enough to be seen poking a small tent in your panties.
You don't want to say you've gotten dumber but you hardly think about much anymore. You've taken to wearing a strap and inviting people over so you can ram into them before getting bumped yourself until you're a puddle on the floor. Is your voice deeper?
Feels like it. It's at the very least scratchier than you remember.
When you look in the mirror you barely recognize yourself. You've had to get new clothes because you're old ones barely fit anymore. The guy taking part comes buy occasionally to ask for your strap.
Though he looks less like a guy and more like a frilled up sex doll. You've known they were testing some new hrt meant to increased hyper effects but wow. Their chest is big and their ass is so fat it's hard not squeeze it every time you hang out.
The other girl... well, you haven't seen him around in a while. Whatever they used on him was definitely too strong because he stopped being able to form sentences. Instead of being some rich heiress waiting on a trust fund she'd already blown through he was basically an empty headed himbo sex pet being sent to auction.
You know the game is rigged. You also know they think this is funny. You become a sex addict who can't stop playing with his oversized dick is funny.
When did you start calling yourself a guy in your head?
You're here. You're never going back. You're ruined from that old life. From now on you're this and this...is far from bad. You go down on your fellow experiment's ass and eat them out.
Pressing your nose right in their as you squeeze and fondle this great ass. Soft and bouncey. Fits right in your palm. You're addicted. You're porn and you're addicted.
You'll never be able to go back.
You stare at your closet for a moment. Your friend needs your old clothes more.
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You're scratching your light scruff of facial hair in the mirror. Shaving is a pain but you gotta do it.
Nobody could mistake you for a woman. Hell, you havent even had top surgery but you're fat tits have turned into nice sculpted pecs. You're 1000% man.
The only thing still even fem about you is the folds of labia between your legs that still get wets and begs for cock.
It's not over though. It's just the first year mark. Now begins the part where you have to prove the drug wrong. Despite how much you like penetrating and having fun plowing holes you're ready to become a slut for cock.
Ready to get filled to the brim.
You're taking your fellow test subject by the hair and riding her cock. It's small. Too small. You want more. But you're gonna have to use it. Let is cum inside of you.
Again. And again. Every day at least ten times until the poor girl can't and you laugh.
Eventually the test comes back after what feels like a month of nonstop sex. You're pregnant. You're pregnant! You won.
You bet you'd manage it despite the fact the medicine was supposed to sterilize you and won. You look at the app and the payout. You're gonna be set for life.
