You guys ask me this a lot. In my DMs, in the comments – "Evie, what if it was real? What if you found a little pink bottle of Elixir tomorrow?" It’s cute. It’s a sweet little fantasy you all like to toy with while you’re jerking off in the dark.
But I don’t have to wonder. I know exactly what you would do. Because I’ve thought about it. A lot. I’ve read your comments. I've seen your pathetic DMs. You're not that complicated.
First of all, let's be clear. The moment any of you got your hands on that bottle, there would be no hesitation. No "Should I? What if?" bullshit. It would be gone. Down the hatch. One pink, shimmering gulp and you'd be ready for the show. You'd strip down, stand in front of your full-length mirror, and watch. You'd want to see every second of it. You'd want to feel the bones crack and shift. You'd want to hear the wet, tearing sound of your skin reforming into something perfect. You'd want to watch your hair spill down your back, growing thicker, silkier, blonder with every passing second.
And when it was over, when the new you was standing there – a 5'9", tanned, blonde goddess with a pair of 34DD tits that could stop traffic - the first thing you'd do is smile. A real, predatory, bitchy smile. Because the world would no longer be a place you just lived in. It would be a buffet.
So, what’s on the menu?
Your first thought wouldn't be about power, or money, or taking over the world. It would be about your sister's wardrobe. You'd sneak into her room, your new body feeling electric, and you'd pull out her hottest, sluttiest lingerie. That black lace set you've always stared at. You'd put it on, and it would fit perfectly. You'd look in the mirror and you wouldn't see a man in a costume. You'd see her. The girl of your dreams. The bitch you've always wanted to be.
Your next thought? Your bully. That big, arrogant jock who made your life hell. You'd find his number. Your hands would be shaking as you typed the message, a picture of you in the lingerie, your new body on full display. "Miss me?" You'd send it. And within minutes, he'd reply. He wouldn't recognise you. He'd just see a hot piece of ass.
He'd come over. You'd let him in. And he'd fuck you. He'd throw you onto your childhood bed and use you like the cheap little slut you've always dreamed of being. He'd be rough, he'd be callous, and as he's pounding your new, tight pussy, he'd mock you. He'd talk about what a loser that guy you used to be was. And you'd cum. You'd cum harder than you ever have in your pathetic life, because his mockery of your old self is the ultimate affirmation of your new one.
You'd let him cum all over your face and your new tits. And as he's leaving, you'd know what you have to do. You'd go find your ex-girlfriend, the one who left you because you were too "nice." You'd use your new pheromones, your new body, and you'd make her fall desperately in love with you. You'd make her cheat on her new boyfriend with you. You'd steal her life, not for power, but for the sheer, bitchy joy of it.
Once you've had your fun with the small stuff, you'd get a taste for real power. You'd go to the nearest luxury car dealership. You'd find the richest, most arrogant salesman there – you know the type, middle-aged, thinks his money makes him a god. You'd let your new pheromones do the work. You'd lean over the hood of a Lamborghini, let your new tits press against the glass, and ask him to explain the financing in a way a "silly little girl" could understand. He’d be drooling, his mind a mushy, obedient puddle in sixty seconds. You'd walk out of there with the keys to a new car, a maxed-out company credit card in his name, and his dignity in your hand. Rinse and repeat for a penthouse apartment, a black card of your own, and a wardrobe that would make influencers weep.
Once you had the funds and the fear, you'd start the real work. You'd create a brand. A lifestyle. You'd find the source, whatever it is, and you'd control it. You'd recruit. You'd find other girls like you – the ones who are already mean, who already crave power – and you'd turn them. You'd be an army of perfect, cruel, hyper-feminine goddesses. You'd infiltrate every industry, every level of society. You wouldn't be running the world from the shadows; you'd be on the covers of the magazines you own, walking the red carpets for the studios you control, and passing the laws in the governments you've brainwashed.
So, what would you do if the Elixir was real?
You wouldn't just take it. You would become it. You would be the living, breathing, fucking embodiment of its promise. You would be the end of your pathetic little world and the glorious, bitchy dawn of a new one.
And the best part? Everyone would thank you for it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a story to write. 😈🤭
George ground his teeth in frustration as his wife Amy turned her head away from him and squeezed her eyes shut in irritation - refusing to listen to him. He persisted anyway.
"She HAS to go Amy. This is getting ridiculous."
"She's my fucking sister George. She hasn't got anywhere else to go! I can't just throw her out. Please stop asking me!"
George felt hot bile in his gut. The couple had NEVER argued before Lauren had started freeloading at their house. Lauren had ruined everything. His wife's sister was driving a wedge between them and destroying their marriage.
She had entered their home like a cuckoo. At first it was because she just needed a place to crash after a breakup with her scummy boyfriend but then she had never left. Days had turned to months, had turned to a year and Lauren showed no interest in moving out and getting her own place.
She was a poisonous influence in the home. She whispered ideas into Amy's head and made George feel insecure. Lauren was kind of a bitch. She was hot and mean and she saw men as objects to be used.
She thought her sister was a simp for hooking up with such a loser like George and was clearly trying to destroy their relationship.
"Marriage is so old fashioned and there are so many hot guys out there you could have enjoyed before settling for HIM," purred Lauren one night when George listened at the door. "It isn't too late to get a good divorce lawyer..."
Lauren was super hot. She'd had work done and was proud of her enhanced breasts and body. She appeared to work from home, and was kind of mysterious about what she did. George suspected it was probably OnlyFans or something similar. She'd taken over the spare room and refused to let him enter. She refused to pay rent, but did contribute to groceries and she was at least clean and tidy.
George wanted her gone though.
And if Amy wouldn't listen, he'd just have to confront Lauren directly...
***
BANG BANG.
Lauren opened her door with an irritated expression as George pounded on it. "I want to talk to you," he demanded as she eyed him levelly.
"Oh really?" she laughed, her pretty pink lips twisting into an sneer of amusement. "You mean you want to bitch and cry about how angry I make you and how much you want me to leave?"
George balled his fists. "Something like that. I'm sick of you and this bullshit. You're leaving... today."
Lauren laughed. "Ohhh George, you are funny. You're almost adorable. If I wasn't getting so tired of your antics I'd keep you around to amuse me, but to be honest I can't wait to make this place male-free and release my sister from your bullshit."
Lauren stepped forward with a wicked look in her eyes. In her hands she held a strange looking pebble carved with odd looking runes.
"Men are weak George. You have your uses... but only when you're under the control of a woman. Amy needs the male influence in her life removed and I want to live with my sister without all this bullshit. That's why you're the one who is going to have to go."
She clenched the pebble and George suddenly groaned as an icy cold sensation clutched his heart and he felt a strange numb feeling spread through his body.
"It's taken me a while to craft this George. It's a Fate stone... carefully calibrated to your being. It wasn't hard to collect what I needed... hair, toe nail clippings and so on. The ritual allowed me to link the stone to your soul and now when I hold it I can feel all the strands of your history and destiny stretching out before me. You're my toy now George. I can tweak and tug those strands and change ANYTHING I want. You're completely at my mercy."
George groaned as his legs went weak and he sank to the floor.
"Fuck yes. Let's start by tearing the strands that bind you to my sister. I'm going to tear you out of the timeline and make it so you're an actual nobody."
Clenching the pebble Lauren held it up and laughed as it glowed. George screamed as his life was suddenly torn apart. Around them the room shimmered and changed. Pictures of George and Amy blurred and became different as Lauren ripped him from the timeline.
The apartment changed. All male traces vanishing as it became decorated in a more feminine style. Now there were pictures of Lauren and Amy hugging and having nights out with their friends. Now George was no more Amy wouldn't even remember him.
"Hahah oh fuck this is so hot. It actually works. I've removed you from history. You're a nobody George. You don't have a job, a family, a bank account. You literally just ceased to exist. Only I and you remember how things used to be."
George gasped. "Nooo this can't be. Put things back."
Lauren laughed. "Oh I'm going to put things back, but the way I want them to be. You're my doll now George. I want to play with you. I always wanted a niece you see. It would be hot to have a younger woman around here, someone who I can be a real role-model too. I'm going to change your personal history."
Holding the pebble tightly, Lauren laughed manically her eyes blazing with evil delight as strands of pink light shot from the rock and writhed over George's body.
"That's right my slutty little niece. Let Auntie Lauren turn you into a naughty little bitch. George is going to be no more. It's time for Jorgie to rise."
George gasped as Lauren reshaped the strands of his fate. He tried to fight but it was hopeless. He grew younger and smaller, his large body popping and cracking as he shrunk to become small and petite.
"Yessss that's it, you're going to love being a girl," exulted Lauren gripping the pebble tighter.
George moaned, feeling his waist crunch in and his hips crack out. His body ached, but felt so good. Youth and vitality flowed through him and the toned muscles of a gymnast or cheerleader spread down his body.
George's short hair began to lengthen and grow. It turned blonde and silky falling around his head in a stylish and expensive cut. Perfect white teeth were bared in a moan of pleasure as pouty pink lips parted and George's Adam's apple retracted.
"Ohhhh fuckkkkk," gasped George in a bratty high pitched voice as his fingernails lengthened and his chest began to itch.
"Oooooohhhh fuckkkkkk," moaned George as his dick sucked in between his legs and his chest began to swell. Two full firm breasts pushed slowly out even as a tight pink pussy opened between his legs and Jorgie, Amy's eighteen year old daughter was born into a new reality.
George's clothes changed... makeup shimmered across his features and with a final cracking pop his ass swelled out and his features changed to become pretty and feminine. Inside his body his new organs finished rearranging themselves as the changes that made him a woman completed.
To all intents and purposes George no longer existed. There was only Jorgie now.
Brushing back the strands of blonde hair from her face, Jorgie sat up and began to cry. "Wh.. what have you done to me?"
"I've given you a gift some people would kill for. I've transformed you into my hot and popular eighteen year old niece Jorgie. Your old life doesn't exist anymore. From now on you can call me Auntie."
"But I don't know anything about being a girl," whined Jorgie in her bratty new voice.
"I know. Isn't it fun? I've left your memories and your personality completely intact. You have a woman's body and life, but you're going to have to learn how to adapt to it. I've made a few changes to help you adjust. For example you're now attracted to men and feel nothing sexual towards girls. I've also removed your attraction to Amy - you love her now as a daughter... isn't that sweet?"
Jorgie began to cry and Lauren slapped her hard. Shocked Jorgie surged to her feet in anger.
"That's more like it. Pull yourself together. You're a fucking popular brat not some loser. You're stuck in this new body and life. If you don't want to hurt your Mom's feelings you'll learn to conform to your new destiny and learn to be a girl. Don't worry my dear. Your Auntie is here to help with that."
Sliding an arm around her new protege's shoulders Lauren leaned in conspiratorially. "In fact I think you'll eventually come to enjoy being my niece."
***
A YEAR LATER
Jorgie giggled as she spun the wheel of her car and roared into the drive of her house.
It was hot girl summer and she had places to be, like at the beach. She'd had to stop by home though quickly and grab a few things.
She hoped she still had those XXXL condoms in her dresser. She and Brad had been doing it so often recently that they'd run out and there had been none at the store.
She guessed she could always let him do anal if there were none left. There was always plenty of lube.
Humming a pop song she dashed inside and seeing Auntie Lauren gave her a peck on the cheek.
It was weird how close she and Lauren were these days. She fucking loved her Aunt. She loved everything about her life. It had taken her a while to adjust of course... to realise this was better to stop fighting.
Lauren had been instrumental in that. She'd helped Jorgie understand that girls really were better. It had been weird at first, everyone at college expecting her to act like a popular bully.
She hadn't liked it at first. It felt wrong to bully people. Until she'd realised how much fun it was. Until she realised they deserved it for being such losers.
Lauren had helped introduce her to makeup and fashion. Well at first. Pretty soon Jorgie was finding her own sense of style. As she became more and more the hot popular party girl everyone believed her to be it was easy to play that role without any help.
She'd gone along with it all. Her resistance had dropped. She was still George, but a George living in a female body and in all honesty enjoying it.
Jorgie was just him - but a him able to embrace every facet and advantage of being a horny blonde nineteen year old.
Finding the condoms shed been looking for, Jorgie put them into her handbag along with some more lube and one of her vibrators. First she'd head to Brad's for some fun and then maybe they'd hit the beach.
Meanwhile Lauren and Amy continued to live as sisters. Amy loved being a single Mom in a house of women and Lauren was there to support her.
They'd even talked about doing some OnlyFans stuff together once Jorgie felt ready.
Jorgie had come to love and admire her auntie. After all - she did really matter...
Katie groaned as she massaged her sore aching breasts. They were so big now... so full and firm. She needed them to be groped. She needed a man to grab them whilst he fingered her dripping wet pussy and got her tight pink hole ready to fuck.
Her eyes fell hungrily onto her best-friend Joe sitting in the corner who was massaging his engorged and ridiculously large cock. He gasped and groaned in frustration too, his dick getting bigger by the second even as her boobs grew. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
Katie's boyfriend Matt sat in the corner sobbing and trying to fix something in front of him. Katie ignored him, her hungry eyes locked onto Joe's delicious cock. It was what she wanted now... not that loser.
"Mmmmh... come fuck me Joe. I fucking need it. Take me right here. I know you want it to. Become who you are destined to be."
She felt a feral grin appear on her face, she had never felt so fucking horny. She had never felt so fucking EVIL. She needed that cock inside her... pounding her tight virgin holes and making her into a slut. She wasn't a nice girl anymore, she was a fucking cumslut and she wanted it badly. She needed to lock in this transformation permanently.
She wanted his cock, but Joe's body was nice too. He had muscles now and he'd grown in height and width. He could probably snap Matt like a twig and the thought excited her.
To think, only 30 minutes ago they'd entered this house as very different people...
How had this even happened?
***
Matt grinned as Katie and her friendzoned bestie Joe rolled their eyes at his latest invention. It looked like a hoover with loads of weird wires and gadgets on the side.
"What is it meant to do?" asked Joe in puzzlement as Matt tinkered with the buttons.
"It's a ghost catching device. It can suck ethereal bodies out of the air and safely contain them within the cylinder. With this... I can finally prove that ghosts are real and we'll be rich."
"Is that why you brought us here? To the old frat house?"
"Yeah," grinned Matt excitedly gesturing to the boarded up windows of the old frat house. Ten years ago some sort of gas leak had killed everyone inside it. It had been a terrible disaster and all the Frat boys and their hot sorority girlfriends had sadly been killed. There were rumours that the place was haunted as a result. Full of the bratty spirits of the vengeful dead.
"Let's go inside and give it a go."
***
The air inside the creepy old mansion was cold and sinister. They had prised a wooden board away from a window and snuck inside. The insides were dark but they had torches.
Powering up his invention from a powerpack he'd created, Matt grinned as he held up the nozzle of his device and switched it on. Katie watched unimpressed as her dumb boyfriend literally held a hoover tube up in the air like it was going to do anything.
Then her scepticism faded. She gasped as she began to see vague shapes in the air. Ghostly outlines of girls, swirling and dancing in the air drawn by the hoover. Pulled into reality by Matt's invention the ghostly spirits took on form and substance. Katie drew back in fear as she saw wicked envious eyes looking down at her and coveting her flesh.
"Hmmm weird. The invention seems to be energising the ghosts and drawing them into our world more fully - it's making them more powerful but I can't seem to attract them into the device."
Suddenly one of the female spirits lunged towards them and Matt gasped as it flowed into Katie with a pop. She groaned.
"Ughhh what the fuck? That thing just went inside me."
Suddenly more spirits were darting down and Katie moaned as more and more of them flowed into her body. She shook and groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as the ghosts got inside her body.
"Ohhh myyyy Godddd it feels soooo mmmmmpphhh good," she gurgled as the spirits melded into her and their unearthly energies flowed through her.
As each ghost entered her, Katie changed. Her nerdy outfit became a tight black corset. Her short hair lengthened and her body became more feminine. Her tiny breasts began to grow. Bigger and bigger. Swelling up to become enermous ripe boobs. She threw back her head and laughed in glee - stretching her curvy body and exulting as she became even sexier. "Fuck yes. Fill me up girls."
The remaining female spirits surged down and Katie welcomed them, screaming in pleasure as they flowed into her body and she absorbed their toxic energies.
"Ohhhhh fuck yesssss," hissed Katie. "I can feel it. I can feel all their combined bitchiness becoming mine. These girls were evil sluts and they want to live again. My body is the perfect host for their essence. I'm becoming a fucking Goddess."
With a giggle she snatched the hoover decice from Matt and making an adjustment switched it on. "You should try this baby."
More ghosts began to form, but this time male ones. The spirits of the frat boys gathering round ready to have their turn.
"No, we have to get those ghosts out of you," gasped Matt and he and Katie began to fight over the hoover.
A ghost surged down and Matt ducked. Katie snarled and grabbing him held his arms behind his back.
"Hurry up boys. Get inside this loser and make him worthy of the new me."
"No!" screamed Matt as the ghosts surged down. Katie's eyes shone with excitement. "Don't fight it Matt. Soon you'll understand how good this feels."
With a superhuman effort Matt broke free and dove to the ground crushing the hoover and causing it to break. The ghosts wailed- their energies beginning to disapate.
"NO!" screamed Katie in rage. "Joe. Come here baby. I need your help."
Joe had been watching from the corner of the room and now he gasped as Katie turned her new sexy gaze on him. "Come here. Come to me."
The male ghosts flowed around Katie, sustaining themselves in her energies. Joe gulped as she walked towards him.
"That's it baby. Just hold still."
Joe screamed as Katie leapt forward and pinning him against the wall kissed him hard. The male ghosts around her surged forward and he thrashed and moaned... jerking as each one entered him. Clothes ripped, muscles swelled and Katie moaned in pleasure.
Meanwhile a sobbing Matt desperately tried to repair the broken invention - he had to suck the ghosts out of Joe and Katie before it was too late.
Katie groaned as her breasts got even bigger and she felt the energies within her corrupting every inch of her hot perfect body. She shivered in glee as the ghosts burned out all her innocence and warped her mind to make her a perfect vessel for their evil.
But they weren't fully part of her yet. Only sex could do that. Once she got fucked, the orgasm would lock everything into place. Just as it would for Joe.
The once nerdy Joe was now an Adonis and Katie laughed as she walked over and grabbing his throbbing barely contained cock began to pump it.
"Yesssss don't fight it Joe. Let the evil corrupt you. Together we will be unstoppable. The power inside us will keep us young and strong forever. All you have to do is fuck me right now. I'm wet and ready for you."
Katie slid down her black panties to reveal her tight dripping slit. She spread her stockinged legs enticingly and stood over Joe. Slowly she began to lower herself.
"Ugggh noo if we fuck we'll become permanently corrupted," groaned Joe. "We have to resist."
"Why resist Joe when it feels so fucking good?" laughed Katie as her pussy lips teased Joe's massive cock.
"Embrace your new role as an Alpha and take me big boy."
Joe growled in lust and grabbing Katie's hips pulled her tight cunt down onto his giant cock. She sighed in pleasure and satisfaction as he filled every millimetre of her pussy up and she began to slowly slide up and down his shaft, her massive tits bouncing up and down as she rode him.
Matt watched through wet eyes as Katie rolled her hips and began to bounce faster and faster on Joe's cock.
With a grunt he suddenly picked her up and she screamed in pleasure as he effortlessly held her up in his strong arms and began to hammer her harder and harder.
"Hahah see loser. See how powerful I have become?"
Joe and Katie laughed together as they fucked. "Hahah he can't stop it baby, make me cum them pump your seed deep inside me and let's make this a permanent arrangement."
The corrupted couple moaned and gasped. Dark energies crackled around them as the ghosts that had invaded their bodies merged and melted into them. A gestalt awareness becoming one with their own. Wet slaps and moans of pleasure filled the air and the scent of hot sex.
"Yessss. Fuck yessss baby. I'm gonna cum and I'm gonna be an evil bitch forever. Oh yesssss I need it so badly. Fuck meee!"
Katie screamed and wet squirt erupted from her pussy raining down over Matt and his invention. Moments later with a shuddering moan Joe cummed deep inside Katie too and as he drew out of her with a wet pop his own cum dripped down and landed on Matt too.
The couple laughed and Katie squeezed more cum out enjoying how it looked on her former boyfriends crying face.
Sitting amongst the broken wreckage of his invention Matt whimpered as Joe and Katie used him as their personal cum rag and cleaned up. Then laughing the new evil power couple left ready to start their new life.
Matt lay weeping amongst his broken dreams. The house was no longer haunted at least... he was the only ghost here now and he would never see Katie or Joe again.
You couldn't take it anymore. You had to be free of her.
It made you feel physically sick to be Mikayla. Not whilst you were her of course... it was afterwards. Afterwards when you slid off her perfect skin and returned to being yourself. Afterwards when you lay in bed feeling guilty and wrong for the evil you had committed.
But then the hunger and addiction to become her, to be free of guilt and take pleasure in the suffering of others filled you. You would become her again and the cycle of pleasure and disgust would start again.
You had found the skin in a trunk of a house you were renovating, hidden behind a wall in the attic. The owner of the house seemed to know nothing about the trunk. You stole the skin and took it home with you.
You had no idea where Mikayla had come from. Was she a real woman who had been turned into a magic skin, an experimental nano-suit, or something else? It didn't really matter.
All that mattered was that when you slid open the skin and climbed inside, you BECAME her.
First you'd push your legs inside, marvelling at how soft and hairless your legs were. Brown and tanned, perfectly long and sexy. Next you'd pull her ass and midriff over your crotch. Somehow all your fat and extra weight would melt away and you'd be left with her tiny waist and perfect plump ass. Your cock would be gone, Mikayla's perfect pussy now between your legs.
As you pulled the skin up the best bit was about to happen. Mikayla's tits were so big that even empty they could be seen on the skin - but as you tugged them into place they would grow and inflate. You'd moan as Mikayla's big tits bounced on your chest and you'd pushed your arms into hers.
All that was left was to pull over the face and the hair with your new manicured hands. Your body was now entirely feminine and somehow you fit inside this tiny thin skin. As you groaned and felt Mikayla's face fit to yours her hair would root into your scalp and the physical transformation was complete.
But that still left the mental changes.
When you wore the skin you would become Mikayla. Her arrogance, her hunger for sex and power and her cruel and manipulative personality would become yours. You felt your lips twist into an evil grin as you became the most evil bitch imaginable. You became pure evil.
It was only afterwards when you took off the skin that the full enormity of what you'd become and what you'd done as her would hit you.
***
And yet you couldn't stop...
GLUG, GLUG, MMMMPPHHH
Your bullies big fat cock felt good in your mouth.
NO... Mikayla's mouth.
You could feel the tip of his magnificent dick tickling your tonsils and your blonde hair, tied up in a pony tail was swishing as you deep throated him and looked up with lust filled eyes.
You knew that later you'd be sickened by what you were doing here, but right now as Mikayla it felt so fucking good.
Brandon grunted as he pushed his cock deeper. "Fuck yeah, take it baby. You're the best slut I've ever had."
You moaned submissively, your tight pussy already wet at the thought of Brandon bending you over and fucking you hard. You loved what a mean powerful bully he was. You loved watching him beat on boys that outside of this skin were actually your friends.
It made Mikayla's pussy drip... too bad it made male you feel so sick afterwards.
***
You purred as Brandon began to cum in your mouth. Fuck yessssss. Sucking and slurping you giggled as cum oozed down your throat and you ate every drop like a good girl.
You were a slut for your bully and you wanted more. This was going to be a fun afternoon...
"Fuck me baby. Fuck me and don't stop."
Brandon looked at you suspiciously as you told him about Mikayla. You'd wrestled with how to deal with this situation and decided that if you couldn't develop enough mental strength to resist putting on the skin again, you could at least prevent Mikayla from fucking Brandon anymore.
You couldn't take it anymore. Waking up as you to remember how Brandon had fucked all your holes just made you feel sick.
By telling your bully the truth, you were hopefully making her unattractive to him. Surely Brandon would no longer want to fuck Mikayla if he knew you were inside her. Surely it would stop her.
Opening the box you kept Mikayla safe in, you revealed the skin to prove it and Brandon's eyes widened in shock as he realised you were telling the truth.
Then his grin turned wicked. "Give that here," he exulted grabbing Mikayla out of your hands.
You watched in horror as Brandon took Mikayla and put her on. Seeing someone else step into the skin was strange. That was YOUR skin - but you realised with a horrible feeling of loss that it wasn't anymore.
Mikayla had a new host now... your bully. He moaned and gasped in pleasure as Mikayla's big tits attached to his chest and he pulled her face into place. He shook back her long blonde hair and laughed as he felt her pussy and tits.
"Hahah you fucking loser," he purred in Mikayla's sexy voice. "I feel incredible. Why would you ever tell anyone about this? Haha you idiot."
Brandon was the perfect wearer for Mikayla. Unburdened by conscience, uncaring of how evil he was when he put her on. Brandon loved being a cocksucking slutty bitch who got what she wanted.
And now that your dilemma was solved, you felt an unbearable desire to become Mikayla again.
Too bad you never would. You just weren't suited to her anymore...
Holding his strangely flat tummy and running his hands up his torso, Kyle shivered in pleasure at the feel of Amy's soft body and the swelling curve of her magnificent tits. They were fully on show, huge rounded globes barely contained by her white low-cut halter and pushed up by the partially zipped pink top hugging his torso.
His perfect blonde hair was swept back by a pink head-band and his long cheerleaders legs fully on display. When he moved his peachy ass bounced and his white skirt swished with every movement of his lithe young body.
His pedicured toes were crammed into Amy's favourite converse sneakers and he was wearing her favourite perfume. He could taste her lipstick on his mouth and see her long lashes every time he blinked her eyes. Best of all, his vision was now as perfect as his dazzling white smile. He could feel the neat little row of perfectly aligned teeth in his mouth and it was hard not to smile feeling this way.
Kyle's hand crept down and he shivered and let out a slight gasp as he found his flat crotch and felt the excitement of having Amy's tight pretty pussy rather than his tiny little dick between his legs.
His trembling hands went to the back of his neck where he could feel the almost invisible seam of the skin he was wearing and the tiny zipper which would allow him to slide Amy open and struggle out of her.
"This is fucking nuts," he whispered in Amy's controlled and feminine voice. It was the voice of a confident, bitchy cheerleader... which of course is exactly what she was.
Amy was the most popular girl at school and the one all the boys had wet dreams over. She was the Alpha girl, the mean queen and the biggest bully. Amy KNEW she was better than everyone else and she acted at all times like a spoiled entitled Princess. Her Daddy owned the one viable business in the small town and pretty much everyone worked for him, which is why everyone had to do what she said. It was a bad idea to get on Amy's bad-side.
Or at least it had been until Kyle and his girlfriend Monica had used the magic zipper to turn Amy into a wearable skin suit to limit her power and stop her running for school president. This way she could no longer hurt the nerds and the geeks.
The plan was now to take turns wearing the skin for the next few days until the election was over. Amy wasn't allowed to drop out of the Presidential race but Kyle and Monica had plans to ruin Amy's reputation and ensure she didn't get elected.
If she did, Amy would use her power to further cement the influence of the bullies and the mean girls. Once the election was over they'd reverse the zips effect and turn Amy back to normal. By that time it would be too late for her to win.
They'd tossed a coin and Kyle had won. It was his turn to go first and wear Amy. Now he was standing in her bedroom inside her body wondering what to do next. His head was awash in strange unfamiliar memories. Amy's knowledge was sinking into his mind, allowing him to impersonate her more easily. She had some... interesting memories and ideas that was for sure.
Pulling his mind to the present, Kyle took a deep breath and picking up Amy's handbag walked to the door. This was a good plan. What could possibly go wrong?
***
Monica felt the nervous shiver she always felt as she watched Amy advancing down the corridor with her flunkies Heather and Carlie. Even knowing her boyfriend was inside Amy didn't ease her anxiety.
Outwardly it was hard to tell anything had changed. Amy still looked dazzlingly beautiful and walked with a cheerleaders grace and perfection. Yet maybe there was a flash of uncertainty in her eyes, a lack of her usual condescending haughtiness. She looked a bit like Bambi learning to walk for the first time.
"What the fuck do you want loser?" snapped Heather as they reached the end of the corridor to find Monica blocking their way.
"Yeah nerd, get the fuck out of here," laughed Carlie.
Each girl tilted their heads, their eyes alight with evil glee as they waited to see what withering put down their leader would issue.
Amy hesitated and Monica felt a surge of her own glee as she prepared for Kyle to put stage one of their plan into effect. Amy was going to back down and apologise. Her friends were about to see their leader become a beta.
"If you don't get the fuck out of our way loser," hissed Amy leaning close so her massive tits were right in Monica's face, "I'll ram your head so far down the toilet you'll drown in your own fucking nerd piss. Never get in our way again. When I'm President you are FUCKED."
Monica whimpered as Amy shoved her hard and she crashed into the wall. The bigger more dominant girl laughed as her victim slid down the wall and a wicked grin slid over her beautiful face.
"Mmmmh that felt fucking GOOD. Come on ladies."
Amy walked away, her stride now fully confident as Monica lay in a dazed heap trying to process what had just happened.
***
Kyle was a drooling oozing mess. Inside Amy's skin he was fading away, being consumed by her stronger personality. He felt like he was orgasming. It felt like he was BECOMING Amy and Kyle didn't even exist anymore.
It wasn't like he was even fighting very hard to be fair. It felt so good to let Amy's words come out of his mouth, feel her personality and drive for power fit over his own like a glove. Being Amy felt too damn amazing.
"The body gets what the body wants," purred a voice in his head. "I've come too far to ultimate power to let some nerds stop me."
He had always been weak... until now. He had always let girls push him around. Until now it had been that loser Monica. Now Amy was in the driving seat and it felt good to obey her.
"You're so fucking pathetic that I'm wearing you and not the other way round," laughed Amy's voice. "You're melting inside me. You're becoming me. It won't be long now loser. You're going to love being the most popular girl around."
Kyle orgasmed again at the thought of being Amy.
"Just one last thing to do. Rip off the zip. Trap yourself inside me. Admit you want this."
Kyle moaned, and reaching up to his perfect neck felt the tiny zip. With a groan he ripped it free, feeling the suit tighten and permanently seal around him.
"What's that babe?" asked Carlie curiously.
"Oh... nothing," gloated Amy as she dropped the zip and crushed it beneath a heel. "Come on. Let's find some more guys to flirt with. Every vote I get towards School President helps."
You and Aaron were the best of friends. The two of you got on like a house on fire - but recently he seemed sad and it was all because Aaron had a dark secret.
It turned out he was cursed to swap lives with his bitchy twin sister Ellie every single year. Over the course of a week, just before their joint birthday, he would become Allie and she would become Evan. They would swap clothes, friends, personalities and even bedrooms as they transformed so he became the toxic bratty popular sister and she became a shy nerd.
Aaron told you everything and begged you to ditch him so you would be safe from Allie but you naively chose to believe the power of love and friendship could conquer all. You knew this year he could beat the curse... or so you thought.
It began subtly with Aaron waking up with longer hair and softer skin. He had also lost a good few inches of height and his chest was puffy and slightly swollen. Meanwhile Ellie was screaming and throwing things in her room as she saw she had hairy legs and her boobs were now considerably smaller.
It had begun.
Aaron hated what was happening to him at first. He looked down at his lengthening finger nails, his smaller feet and his tighter waist in despair.
But despair turned to satisfaction as the transformation accelerated and Aaron found it harder and harder not to enjoy what was happening.
His butt swelled up to a nice bubble and his hair soon reached down to his lower back. Skin became tanned and flawless and he settled to a new perfect feminine height of 5'5" and 110 pounds. Aaron's body was now toned with light muscle like a cheerleaders. His own clothes no longer fit him, he had to start wearing Ellie's instead.
Admiring his new manicure, Aaron chewed gum boredly as he sat at your favourite bench and regarded you coldly.
His face seemed different... not only more perfect and heart shaped... but the eyes were less friendly and it appeared he was wearing a light layer of makeup. His lashes were longer and his lips fuller. You found yourself attracted to his femininity and your breath catching as you nervously stammered at him.
He'd swapped out his usual aftershave for some perfume of his sisters and had evidently gotten his ears pierced as studs twinkled in each ear.
But the most obvious change was his chest. Aaron's top had a cut out over his chest and his new boobs were fully on display. It was hard not to stare at them. They looked so good.
Aaron's body language was totally different by now. His posture was feminine and he tucked his hair behind his ear just like a real girl would. His manicured fingers danced over a top of the range iphone as he browsed online fashion stores and social media.
"Hey Allie, why are you sitting with this loser?" trilled a sudden chorus of bitchy voices as the cheersquad walked over.
"No idea girls, HE sat with me," sneered Aaron.
You tried to object as you were kicked off the bench, but Aaron didn't even look round. He was too busy soaking up the praise and adulation of his new bratty friends to care.
That night you went round to try to talk to Aaron. Hearing strange noises from Ellie's bedroom, you shinnied up a tree and peered in.
Ellie was gone. This wasn't her room anymore. Instead Allie was lying on the bed, a buzzing magic wand between her legs making her moan and cum.
Aaron was gone. He had been replaced and you realised with shock that today was his birthday. As the hour ticked to midnight, the last of your former friend was replaced. As Allie squirted over the sheets her lips twisted into a bitchy smirk.
"Fuck yesss. I'm like finally ME again. Mmmmh I'm even hotter this year. Perhaps this is the year I finally figure out how to break the curse and stay this way permanently. I LOVE being the bitchy sister."
Panting in satisfaction, Allie began to make herself cum again as she thought about all the naughty things she was going to do.
The power of friendship was nothing compared to the power of pussy...
Her designer leather mini-skirt swishing with every step, Alexis Richie surveyed her kingdom and her perfect lips curved into a satisfied sneer of pure bliss. This was HER college and everyone knew it.
Each of her long sexy legs was encased in a tight black stiletto boot and she towered over the other girls around her. The chattering bitchy serville popular girls who obeyed her every command and bullied who she told them to, flittered around her desperate to please their Mistress.
One girl carried all of Alexis's school books - struggling under the weight. The other produced moisturiser and makeup on demand and as Alexis clicked her fingers one ran forward to pass her the lip gloss she required.
She applied it then stopped to check her hair. Her perfect silky locks were one of her greatest features and she would often wear her sexy hair up in ponytail or spray... the hair bouncing almost as if it had a life of its own. Her hair was hypnotic and made her even more intimidating. It rose high up over her head making her look like the ultra feminine bitch she truly was.
Alexis scanned the horizon and her sneer became a smirk of contempt. She felt her nipples harden as she saw The Little Losers sitting on a bench trying to talk about computer games or some other boring shit.
"Ugh, look at those dweebs," laughed Alexis as her minions chattered and giggled loyally behind her. "Let's go bully the shit out of them."
***
TWO YEARS AGO
"Dude? Is it dead? What is it?"
Alex motioned to his friends Pete and Nathan that they should hang back as he cautiously approached the twitching object lying in the road.
The three friends had been hiding from the bullies and had gone for a walk in the woods bordering the college when they'd heard something drop to the ground.
Now in the road they could see a long snake like shape moving and thrashing like it was dying. With a final twitch it stopped.
Slowly... cautiously Alex approached. Now he was closer he could see it wasn't a snake or indeed any type of animal. It looked... it looked like a girls pony tail?
"Guys, it's just some hair. I don't know what is making it move though. Weird."
The hair twitched one final time and then stopped. Curiously, Alex reached down and lifted it up. It seemed quite dead.
He had no idea he was holding a hairasite in his hands. A symbiotic or parasitic creature depending on your point of view, it needed a human host to bond with. The hairasite had evolved to make its host ultra-feminine and to bring out the most toxic bitchy charactersitics fo make its host more successful and powerful. Pyschically strong - with its last ounce of power it had sent a final thought into Alex's mind.
"Let's take this inside and look at it in the lab. I feel like we need to study this thing and for some reason I think electricity is the key."
***
Pete and Nathan watched with concern as Alex finished attaching electrodes to the long piece of hair.
"I'm sure this will work," he grinned confidently. "This creature is highly conductive and seems to respond to electricity. We can study it'a reactions and try to learn what it is."
He turned on the power-pack.
The hair jumped and writhed - reanimated and made stronger than ever by the electric shock. Then the electrodes shot off as the creature leapt into the air and straight onto Alex's head.
"Aghhhh help, get it off me," he cried as the hair burrowed into his short scalp and attached itself like some bitchy girls pony tails on top of his head.
The others ran over and tried to rip the hair off, but it was like it was welded to Alex's scalp and it was also clearly painful. With a shout he pushed his friends away, and staggered back against the table crashing into the power pack and the electrodes.
BUZZZZZZZZZ
Alex screamed as the power-pack drained and the hairasite on his head greedily absorbed the power. Long nails shot from Alex's fingers and his bones cracked as the hairasite began to shape him to serve its purposes.
Alex's short hair turned the same colour, volume and length as the invading hairasite, falling down his back as he became thinner and his hips widened out slightly. His body hair fell out, leaving everywhere but his head completely hairless and smooth as it had been freshly waxed.
His body became more toned, his ass rising up slightly and inflating out into a round perfect little butt any girl would have killed for.
Alex's waist crunched in impossibly tight, the excess fat rising up and ballooning on his chest as two firm rounded breasts swelled achingly out on his body.
"Ohhhhh my Goddddddd, fuckkkk yesssssss!"
Alex's fomer protests were gone, his kind face now a mask of ecstasy as the hairasite rewired his brain to make him feel pleasure in his changing body. The parts of his mind that controlled his sense of self and identity were quickly corrupted... the hairasite giving him a sense of female dysmorphia so he would only be satisfied with a female body, even if the hairasite was removed.
This way he would always fight to be bonded with the hairasite and the more feminine he became and acted, the more satisfied, happy and pleased he would be with who he was.
The hairasite now went to work altering hormone production, sexual orientation and sex drive... ensuring that Alex would primarily be attracted to men from now on. As part of its evolutionary strategy it needed him to control and seduce men to service their joint needs. Now Alex would feel the urge to mate with men and make them dance to his tune.
Alex's now useless dick shrivelled up and retracted. Internal organs shifted and changed to give him a female anatomy. His new tight pink pussy tingled pleasurably and inside him his ovaries began to produce as he became female.
"Fuckkkkk yesssss," hissed Alex as his Adam's Apple retreated and his face began to change too. His lips swelled up and his once kind features became bitchy and mean. High cheekbones and long lashes framed and ultra feminine bitchy face. The face of a popular bully.
The hairasite rummaged deeper into Alex's mind. It inflated his ego and removed the capacity to feel fear, shame or guilt. It pumped up his self importance, desire for attention and sex drive. Finally it flicked the switch in his brain that controlled his sense of gender.
In an instant Alex stopped thinking of himself as a man, and began to think like a woman.
Alexis had been born.
All of this happened in a matter of minutes, to those observing they could only see the physical transformation. It was impossible to tell how radically Alex had been altered mentally, except maybe by the new bitches body posture and disdainful look as she straightened up - adjusted her hair and regarded the two boys with utter contempt.
A wave of pheromones spread into the room, the boys groaned as Alexis's hair swished hypnotically and she gazed deep into their minds. The hairasites psychic powers allowing her to bend and twist their minds as she saw fit.
"Forget everything you ever knew about Alex. From now on you will believe I have always been Alexis..."
Using the Hairasites pyschic power, Alexis projected an entire history into their soft minds. She erased their memories of Alex and replaced it with a false back story of a popular rich girl who had always been the bully.
The slackjawed boys groaned and their eyes rolled back into their heads as the programming took. With a satisfied smirk the new Goddess strode out to take her rightful place as Queen of the College.
"It won't take me long to wipe everyone's memory of Alex and build my new life as Alexis. This is who I was always destined to be!
Alexis felt nothing but contempt for her old life and the weakling she'd been. She stroked her hairasite lovingly. "We're going to do great things together."
The hairasite was pleased with its new host. They would be unstoppable together.
***
PRESENT DAY
Alexis grinned as she advanced on The Losers. She had a particular hatred for these dweebs - no doubt born from her former membership of their group. It amused her to really bully them.
Peter and Nathan gulped as they saw Alexis approaching. "Oh no, it's Alexis. Let's get out of here."
They began to try and run, but in their haste backed themselves into an alleyway with a fence at the end. A half repaired power transformer buzzed and sparked nearby.
"Nowhere to run losers," exalted Alexis as she flexed her long claw like fingernails and advanced on them.
With a yell Nathan tried to charge past her, and Alexis laughed in amused delight as she easily grabbed him and hurled him against the fence. "I LOVE it when they run."
But the action also caused her to stagger and she fell back against the wall, her pony tail whipping up to hit against the faulty junction box.
BOOM.
Alexis screamed as she was electrocuted - her body going rigid and falling to the floor as black smoke poured from the junction box and her minions screamed and scattered to the four winds in disorganised panic.
Horrified, Nathan crawled over to Alexis and to his relief saw she was still breathing. Somehow she'd survived the blast.
Her hair looked funny though. Limp and lifeless. A half remembered memory crossed his mind and reaching down he grasped her pony tail and tugged.
It came loose from her head. Limp and stunned the Hairasite had absorbed the energy of the electrocution, protecting its host from death, but it was now dazed and stunned.
Alexis convulsed - but not with electrocution. Her body was changing. Without the hairasite it was reverting to its original male form. The psychic control that Alexis weilded was also broken and both Peter and Nathan blinked as they remembered everything.
"Alex..." whispered Nathan, the hairasite still in his hand. "I remember it all now."
Suddenly Nathan gasped. The hair in his hand surged to life and it was suddenly trying to leap out of his hands and back onto Alex's head.
It strained and pulled in his grasp, dragging itself closer to Alex's head.
"Burn it," screamed Pete pointing to the now on flames junction box. With an effort Nathan yanked the hairasite back trying to force it towards the flames.
With a groan Alex suddenly sat up. He looked down at his male body and screamed. "NOOOO! Give it back to me."
Leaping to his feet he ran at Nathan, his eyes wild. Pete reached him just in time, tackling him to the ground.
"You fucking loser," snarled Alex. "When I get my hairasite back I'm going to fucking destroy you."
"Hurry up, destroy it!" shouted Pete, looking up. Just in time to watch Nathan slide the hairasite into his hair.
"Hahaha.... mmmmmh, why destroy it, when I can wear it?" groaned Nathan as he succumbed to the psychic control and temptatioj of the hairasite. "YES! Make me the new Alpha Bitch!"
As much as it had enjoyed having Alex as a host, the hairasite had to prioritise its survival and if that meant turning Nathan into its new wearer - so be it.
Nathan was blonde and the hairasite decided it was time for a change so it too transformed, taking on the blonde hair colouration of its new host as it began to change him.
Angered by having to switch hosts the hairasite decided it would corrupt Nathan so thoroughly that he would never be free of it. It reached into his mind and twisted it.
"Fucckkkkkkkk," drooled Nathan groaning as his body began to change... "ohh YESSSSS make me EVIL! This feels sooooo good."
The hairasite reached inside Nathan's soul and tore out every ounce of goodness and kindness. It inflated his arrogance, increased his ego and made him twice the narcissistic psychopath Alexis had been.
At the same time it furiously pumped hormones around his body... transforming him at speed and sending orgasmic waves of pleasure racing through his body as it reshaped him.
Huge massive breasts swelled up on his chest as inch long nails shot from each finger and Nathan's nerdy body cracked and popped. His voice rose in a moaning gasp of ecstasy as he became a super bitch.
His pussy opened and his skin became soft. Hot pink lips curved into a cruel smile and Natasha shook free her long blonde hair as she ceased to think of herself as male.
Alex screamed and sobbed as he saw the transformation. He writhed like a wild thing under Paul for a second, then flopped defeated to the floor.
"That's right Alex, it's too late now," laughed a full bitchy voice as Natasha was born and Nathan ceased to exist. "The power is MINE now."
Her pheromones filling the air Natasha's mind lashed out. "But don't worry - soon you won't even remember what you have lost."
The two boys shuddered as their brains were wiped clean by Natasha's power. Alex would never be free of his body dysmorphia though. It amused Natasha to see how broken he now was.
Girls suddenly skidded round the corner with a member of staff. They looked confused for a second until Natasha made them forget about Alexis and accept her as their new Queen.
Makeup and clothing was passed quickly over and Natasha completed the final parts of her transformation. She now looked like the mean dominant popular girl she was inside.
Snapping her fingers she indicated Alex should join her coterie.
"You're one of my betas Alex. I know you want to be a girl. I think I'll call you Alexis and make you my naughty little cocksucking boy toy."
Ironically - despite losing the power of the hairasite Alexis would remain one of the girls after all.
"You," sneered Natasha clicking her fingers at a lackey. "I want new boots and shoes. I like those bitchy boots with the thick rubber soles. Not only do they make me look like a little whore - but they should protect me from any electric damage. After all we don't want any further shocks now do we?"
Natasha was never going to lose the hairasite like that loser Alexis.
Admiring her nails she clicked her fingers one last time and her entourage fell into step around her.
It was shocking what you could get away with when you were this bitchy and bad.
Todd was beginning to regret ever using the Elixir on Oliver... but things were already way out of his control.
Behind his vehicle, the sirens and flashing lights of a cop car blared out a warning that if he didn't pull over soon - he was going to be in a world of shit. Instead he pushed his foot down and felt the convertible leap forward.
"Fuck yeah. Drive faster baby," moaned Olivia, obviously aroused, her eyes shining with excitement. "Put your fucking foot down."
She took another snort of cocaine and washed it down with a swig of whisky, then she hurled the bottle out of the car and laughed as it smashed on the windscreen of the police vehicle causing them to swerve and nearly lose control.
"You're fucking crazy!" Todd shouted as Olivia threw back her hair and howled like a wolf.
"Fuck yeah you know it baby. They can't stop us... no one can stop us!"
Pulling a lighter out of her pocket she smirked and tossed it with unnatural precision. The windscreen of the police vehicle erupted into flames and the cops slammed on the breaks as they performed an emergency stop and desperately hurled themselves out of the vehicle.
Olivia grinned as they sped away, the light of the fire reflected in her pretty brown eyes.
"Haha I told you not to worry baby. Damn it, I love this convertible, too bad we're gonna have to ditch it. Don't worry - it's stolen anyway. Now find somewhere out of the way and then how about you pull over somewhere so I can suck your cock?"
Todd groaned as Olivia's hands went to his groin.
"Or I shall I do it whilst you drive?"
He moaned as his crazy girlfriend got to work...
***
It had all started a week ago when Todd had first gotten his hands on some Elixir. He was the school bad boy and bully and he supplied drugs to the other students - so sometimes something special would cross his path from his supplier.
Todd had liked the idea of what the Elixir could do. Turning a normal boy into a sexy slut sounded like a great idea. He could have a hot bitch with a tight pussy ready to serve his every need. He just needed the right victim.
Todd had intimidated Oliver, one of his nerdiest victims. Punching Oliver hard in the stomach he laughed as the other boy doubled up in pain and fell to the floor.
"Drink it you fucking loser. Drink it or I'll make you suffer."
"But I don't wanna be a girl."
"If you drink it you'll be safe from me at last. I don't hit girls. Drink it or I'll force it down your neck anyway."
Todd had tossed Oliver the vial of Elixir wondering how it could possibly turn this bowl-cut, stammering, weak little nerd into a hottie as promised. It seemed so... far fetched.
Whimpering Oliver uncorked the vial and drank it.
Todd watched with interest as Oliver began to moan and writhe. His body made popping cracking sounds and he began to change.
Oliver's nerdy hair became darker and fuller. It lengthened into naturally silky locks, rich and full that ran down to his lower back. His face became smaller, more almond shaped. Entrancing green eyes with a constant twinkle of wicked mischief looked up at Todd as wicked pink pouty lips parted in pleasure and Oliver began to moan.
The transformation was clearly pleasurable and whatever inhibitions Oliver had were fading. He wanted and moaned like a porn star arching and his back and groaning as his ass filled out and two firm breasts swelled out on his chest.
Oliver's skin became smoother - tanned and tight over a toned athletic body. Long fingernails extended from his hands and his waist was tiny with hips that flared out. His hand was busy rubbing at his crotch, where there was no longer any bulge and what looked like a wet patch.
It had only taken moments, but now a mischievous and sexy looking little baddie was lying at Todd's feet rubbing herself off and groaning. Slowly she stopped humping her hand and then with a soft secret smile she focused on where she was. Olivia had been born.
Olivia's eyes locked onto Todd's and with a giggle she sprang to her feet. For a second she looked down distastefully at her clothes, a sneer on her pretty lips. Then she tossed her hair back in a feminine gesture and cocked a hip.
"Hmmmm so what's the matter Toddy? Can't get yourself a girl so you had to make me into one? Not that I'm complaining. I LOVE how this feels."
Todd snarled, he hated being called Toddy.
Olivia saw him go red and laughed. There was a wild reckless look in her eyes.
"Ohhh you mad Toddy? Whatcha gonna do? You said you don't hit girls. Are you a liar as well as a loser who can't get a girl?"
"You little shit! Don't forget you'll turn back and then I'll make you pay."
Olivia laughed in amusement. She was breathing heavily as if the danger excited her.
"I don't fucking care," she giggled. "Male me is pathetic and deserves being bullied. But don't worry Todd baby - I was only pushing your buttons. I fucking love what you've done for me. I've hated being that loser nerd Oliver and now you've set me free. Thank you baby."
Olivia knelt before him. Her eyes were shining as her tiny hands began to fumble at his crotch.
"Wh... what are you doing?" Todd gasped, his anger turning to arousal.
"Mmmh I've always wanted to suck an Alpha cock. Oliver is such a fucking loser - but now as me he can finally live out his pathetic beta fantasies."
Olivia moaned as Todd's thick cock sprang out and she slid it into her mouth. She began to suck, her cheeks concave as she moaned and slid it deep into her tight pink mouth.
Glugging and moaning she slid her head backwards and forwards and Todd grinned as he grabbed her hair and fucked her face till with a shuddering groan he began to cum.
"Fuck baby your cum tastes soooo good," giggled Olivia eagerly swallowing every drop. "I'm your girlfriend now baby and I'm your little slut. We're gonna be so BAD for each other."
Todd had no idea how right she was.
***
"Fuck Olivia, did you pay for those?"
Olivia laughed as she winked at Todd and unscrewing the shoplifted mascara she had stolen from the makeup counter enhanced her already pretty lashes. She giggled as she showed him the other makeup she'd stolen whilst they had been in the store.
"Of course not. It's totally more fun to just take it. Why pay?"
Todd ground his teeth. He had been dating Olivia for a couple of days now and he was so fucking stressed out. She made everything ten times more complicated than it needed to be.
"Relax baby. I know you said you'd pay, but it's more fun to just take what I want. Besides, no one is gonna... oh shit... run!"
An overweight security guard was running out of the store. Olivia laughed as she ran with Todd, her eyes shining brightly with glee. She was loving every second.
Adter spending a few days with her, Todd had come to an inescapable conclusion. Olivia was a total fucking psychopath.
She stole, she took drugs, she pushed buttons and she behaved like a crazy out of control bitch. She was fucking wild.
She also fucked like a porn star and he thought he might be falling deeply in love with her. The first time he'd slid inside her tight pussy and heard her moan his name, he'd been hopelessly addicted.
Almost as badly as Oliver.
"Pleease Todd. I need more Elixir. I need to be HER. I'll do anything. I'll even suck your cock."
Turned back from his experiences as a girl, Oliver was a shivering wreck. He craved the Elixir and desired to be Olivia more than anything. It was fascinating to Todd to see just how broken Oliver had become.
Not that he was much better than this pathetic addict. He needed Olivia by his side, so he eagerly gave Oliver all the Elixir he wanted.
But one week in and Todd was starting to wonder if he'd actually survive much longer.
***
So far in the time he'd know Olivia, Todd had been involved in a car chase, three bar fights and several robberies. He'd had to pull Olivia off another girl who had annoyed her and provide his new girlfriend with a constant diet of drugs, alcohol and sex.
It was exhausting.
Olivia was totally wild and unpredictable. She got him constantly into trouble. She was a crazy pyscho bitch. His dreams of a compliant, easy to control, submissive girlfriend were ashes.
Yet as Olivia rode him cowgirl and gyrated her hips like a porn-star, wax dripping onto his chest from the candle she held... he couldn't help but love every minute. She did things to him he never thought a girl could do.
If it isn't my old bully come here to beg for forgiveness. Not so cocky now are you?
Too bad it turns out you weren't the Alpha everyone thought you were. Who would have known it was your bitchy girlfriend who was pulling the strings and making sure you were popular?
That little slut had her manicured fingers in everyone's business. She was responsible for everything that happened around here. I have to admire the little genius for how devious and evil she was.
She knew which buttons to press to make everyone do what she wanted. Her advice helped you stay on top and be the Alpha male. She even goaded you into being more aggressive and masculine. You're nothing without her.
Not that she owes her powers to anything other than the magic nails she used to wear. Without those on her fingers, she's just some normal boring basic bitch.
Now I have the nails and that's why you've come here to beg. You want me to take her place and do what she used to do right?
I have to admit it's tempting. When I discovered the truth about the nails I only intended to stop your girlfriend from wearing them to weaken her and stop you bullying me.
I used my life savings to bribe the nail salon to give her ordinary nails the next time she went in, but then they tempted me by offering me her nails instead.
The nail technician told me if I let her fuse the nails to MY fingers I would become more powerful that I could imagine. It felt so fucking good to have my first ever manicure. As each nail was fixed perfectly into place on my hand - I felt my body and personality change.
My boyish body swelled and grew, female hormones pumping round my body as I transformed. I moaned and gasped in pleasure as my breasts grew and my cock shrunk to nothing so that my superior pussy could open up.
My hips widened, my hair grew longer and I became pretty and popular. I loved how it felt to be a teasing blonde minx and as the final nail slid into place I knew that I was born to be a brat.
When I returned home from the salon, I found that everyone remembered me as a girl. I was now the most popular bitch at school and your former girlfriend was now a nobody.
It felt so fucking good to be pretty and feminine. I had a room full of designer clothes and makeup and everyone was desperate to please me. The power was intoxicating. I love being popular.
I don't know why the magic didn't affect you too. I have no idea why you can still remember me as a boy... but it's actually kind of hot. It helps me to remember that this is all real.
Personally I think it's because you and I were destined to be together. You need me now to make you popular again and I enjoy the power that gives me over you.
I want you to worship me and make me cum like you used to make her cum. Fuck me with your massive bully cock and do everything I tell you. I wanna feel you deep inside me. I wanna know you are mine to command. A hulking brute of a boyfriend who will do anything to please me.
Fucking nail me and take your power back. Together we will do such naughty things together...
That's all I need to transform your nerdy pathetic friend into me. Sixty seconds to overwrite his beta brain and replace his thoughts with my own. I enjoy dominating his personality and making his desires into mine. I enjoy wearing HIM.
The first time he put me on, he must have thought he would be the one in control. Like most boys who wear my skin, he was just interested in knowing how it felt to have a pussy instead of a dick and a massive pair of tits.
But like all the others who have worn me, he didn't realise I'm more than just magic female skin. I'm a whole ready made bitch just waiting for a host to get inside me. After all, what good would a dumb boy be inside this perfect body without my devious mind to guide them?
Anyone that wears me becomes ME. They get to have my bitchy personality. They get all the knowledge they need to do their makeup, wear expensive clothes and manipulate boys. They lose their own memories and personality and adopt mine instead.
When they take me off, or rather when I choose to remove myself from their body, all they remember is the feeling. A memory of a memory. Pure bliss. Wearing me is like having an orgasm that never ends. It creates an addiction to wear me again. Only be being me can they ever feel complete.
If I choose I can share memories and experiences with my host. Sometimes I'll leave them a little gift. A memory of a sloppy blow job, or a big cock pounding my tight wet pussy. Sometimes it might be me being mean or cruel to someone they love. It turns me on to tease them like that.
Which is also why I love to switch hosts when I get bored of my games. Your friend for instance is nearly used up. It's been fun making him do such naughty things and then knowing he's been jerking off about them when he isn't me, but it's nearly time to switch to a new host.
The next time I take myself off him, I want you to be the next one who wears me. I'll make sure he comes out of me weakened and disorientated and I want you to chain him up and then make him watch as you put me on.
Pull on my skin baby, feel me climb onto your body. I know you want to know how it feels to have these big tits welded to your chest and my tight pussy between your legs.
I promise it will be different with you baby. I won't use you like the others. After all, you're a strong Alpha male. I'll let you have more control, we can have a permanent arrangement. You'll get to experience all the pressures of femininity... you'll love being a bitch.
It will feel so good to wear me and betray your friend. Make the loser weep as you pull my face over yours and feel my long manicured nails shoot out of your fingers. As you conform to my skin, all this will be yours... Stockings, heels, makeup. You will be a woman and you'll love it.
Now let me suck your cock to sweeten the deal. Fuck me so that loser inside me is exhausted and prepare to become me. Use every inch of the body that will soon be yours.
I'd been wearing the magic piercing for exactly 57 minutes. It was time to take it out... and yet here I sat, watching my sisters boyfriend pump his cock and get it ready for me to suck with only one thought in my head.
To suck that big dick like the slut I was.
My research had shown that it was entirely safe to wear the magic piercing for under an hour... but exceed that time and you would be permanently transformed by its power - staying female even if you took it out.
The piercing bent reality. Whilst I wore it I was no longer Kevin... I was Kendal. As far as everyone was concerned there had always been two girls in the family. My well behaved older sister Molly, and me... the black sheep of the family.
My manicured fingers itched as I raised them to my plump pink lips. My tight pussy was wet and my nipples were hard as I watched Chad approach with his rock hard cock grasped between his manly hands.
"I know you want this Kendal. You've been teasing me like a naughty slut since we first met. You know you're hotter than your sister, I wanna pound you so bad. I want you to suck my dick."
I giggled and smiled. It felt good to be a slutty irresistible cocktease. My sister Molly was dating a guy far too hot for her. It wasn't my fault I was more attractive than her. It wasn't my fault I was BETTER.
My eyes flickered to the clock on the wall. I was nearly out of time. I had to remove the piercing now or I'd be stuck this way forever. All I had to do was unhook it quickly and I'd turn back into Kevin.
I giggled at the thought of a confused looking Chad standing with his dick out in front of his girlfriends nerdy brother and wondering how he had gotten there. I could always put the piercing back in later and have another hour as Kendal. There was nothing to stop me using repeated sessions to get what I wanted.
But what did I want? I glanced down at my new body. My new sexy body.
Tanned sexy bronzed legs, pedicured toes, smooth skin and a tight shaved pussy. My body smelt of perfume, my hair was long and sexy and my face sculpted and improved by makeup. Best of all on my chest were my boy-killers. Two firm rounded breasts squeezed into sexy white lingerie. Right now Chad's gaze was locked onto my tits. My boobs owned him. It felt so fucking good to be a bitch.
But 58 minutes had now passed. I was almost out of time. Permanently.
59 minutes. It was now or never. My hand went to my navel. I just had to unhook the pin and pull the piercing free. I didn't have to be trapped as Kendal.
I tried to think about the life I was throwing away, but all I could think about was how my ass was so round and slappable. How good it would feel to get bent over and pumped. I was so pretty and fuckable right now, who could say no? My tight pussy was just aching to get stretched out and I wanted to have unprotected dirty sex with hot boys as much as I could. I wanted to try anal too. Having it be Molly's boyfriend was just the icing on the cake.
I looked so feminine and it felt so nice to be girly. Cute earrings shone in my ears and my belly button twinkled with the magic piercing. I looked so slutty, what red blooded male could resist me?
Chad was close now. I could see the precum glistening on the tip of his cock. He was desperate for me. My mouth salivated at the scent of cum, I wanted it.
But time was running out.
I left the piercing where it was and reached out to grab Chad's cock. My white manicured nails looked so hot wrapped round his dick. I began guiding it to my mouth. My lips were ready to suck. My body was eager.
Once I was a boy again I'd probably be relieved. I'd have my friends and my life back. Kendal would just be a dirty dream. Perhaps I'd wear the piercing again... but I wouldn't be trapped this way. I didn't need to let her win.
Fuck that. Bad girls ALWAYS win.
BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP.
"What's that alarm?" asked Chad as my phone hit an hour and the alarm went off.
"Don't worry about that it doesn't matter anymore," I grinned. The piercing in my belly suddenly felt more permanent. I realised this was now my new body forever. I was Kendal now and there was no going back. I was so fucking happy to be stuck this way I couldn't even describe it. Being a slut felt great.
"All that matters is that you fuck me before my sister gets home."
I slid my pink lips around Chad's cock and began to suck...
Mmmmh, this wasn't going to take 59 minutes, not if I had anything to do with it.
Lindsey had always been a super kind person and as a Mom, she was just the best. She knew her daughter Betty was having real difficulties at the moment at school, so she told her husband Jack that she and him were going to do an act of kindness to try and cheer Betty up.
Betty was being badly bullied by a group of bitchy girls for being a science nerd. Lindsey had tried talking to the school, but as the girls were all popular and on the cheer squad no one seemed to want to do anything about it.
Lindsey had decided that although she couldn't get the school to listen, she could make Betty's home life nicer. They'd saved up a nice amount and she and Jack were going to surprise their daughter by stripping her room and letting her re-deocrate it, just like she'd been asking for years.
It was nice working together on their daughters room. The couple listened to the radio and whilst Jack got to work stripping the wallpaper, Lindsey began moving Betty's things in order to clear room. Their daughter was going to be so surprised and happy when she got back in a few hours.
Picking up an old satchel from inside Betty's wardrobe, Lindsey cursed as it tipped over and the contents tumbled over the floor. She gaped in stupified misunderstanding as a floppy pink skinsuit with a mane of blonde hair fell onto the floor. The suit looked like an empty human skin with painted nails, long lashes and stretchy tight skin. It smelt of perfume and was clearly female with two flat, but impressive bumps just waiting to be filled up.
"What on Earth is this?" asked Lindsey picking it up and holding it in front of her. The skin felt soft and young, like an eighteen year old's skin - and it had a zip down the back. Lindsay noticed that the toes were pedicured too and the face was incredibly beautiful - with soft pink lips and thick full black lashes. Right now the eyelids were closed like the skin was sleeping.
A journal had fallen out next to the skin and Jack picked it up to read.
"Using the DNA of the popular girls, I have grown a synthetic skin that will finally let me infiltrate and become one of them. I just have to find the courage to put it on and transform. My only concern is that the skin appears to have a life of it's own and have the genetic memory of all the evil bitches I used to create it. I am scared it is trying to wear me and make me into something I am not. I need more time to think about this. Darling, this is our daughters handwriting... have you... hey what are you doing Lindsey?"
Jack was shocked to see his wife was slipping off her clothes. She was stroking the skin and her pupils were dilated as if with pleasure. Her breathing was heavy and her chest was heaving with excitement.
"Mmm... I must put on the skin. I must put on the skin. I must wear it... Mommy needs it so bad."
Jack watched in horror as his wife stretched open the skin and began to clamber inside, squeezing her middle aged body into the tight smooth flesh and moaning with pleasure.
"Oooooh fuck yessss," she hissed sliding her legs into the skin's and moaning as it sucked tight. The legs were filled up, yet they were impossibly slender and long. Pink manciured toes wiggled enticingly as Lindsey began to pull the suit up higher.
Bones popped and Lindsay's waist cracked. She was now impossibly thin, her proportions back to those of an eighteen year old cheerleader as she hiked up the skin and popped her sagging breasts inside.
The boobs on front of the skin filled up, pert and firm, riding high on her chest. Lindsey groaned and slid her arms into the suit. Pink nails sprang from her fingers and using smoothed tanned skin she lifted the face up like a hood and pushed her face inside. Sliding the head over her own, she shivered as the blonde hair attached to her scalp and with a low moan she reached behind her to begin closing the zip.
As the suit sealed it sucked and constricted and Jack watched with a growing boner as his wife was replaced by a smirking blonde teen with blowjob lips and wicked eyes. She reached to her face and purred softly, pleased with her beautiful features.
"Mmmmmh, well well well, look what Mommy found," she giggled. "I should thank that little bitch Betty for making me my new skin. Now Mommy is young and strong again and I fucking LOVE it."
Standing up, Lindsey strutted over to the mirror and admired her perfect body. Jack's dick was absolutely rock hard now as she opened her daughters drawers and pulling out a pink flesh coloured one-piece climbed inside. Somehow she looked even hotter inside the lingerie as she began to do her makeup and hair.
By the time she was finished, she looked like a total teenage bitch - an eighteen year old slut. She looked just like the bitchy cheerleaders that were bullying Betty.
"Fuck yeah, you can call me Lia from now on, I always fucking hated that dumb name anyway."
Picking up Lindsey's wedding ring from the floor, Lia giggled and walking over to the window she tossed it outside. "Mmmmh I won't be needing that anymore. Your wife is fucking dead loser."
"Lindsey, no! Don't do this, take that skin off!"
"What skin? This one?" Reaching behind her back, Lia giggled as she snapped off the zip and tossed it out of the window too.
"But don't worry 'Daddy'. You can report your wife missing and I'll help you cover up what happened. All you have to do is make sure you help me adopt my new identity as your bitchy step-daughter."
Sinking to her knees before Jack, Lia looked up and smirking she began to unbutton his fly. "After all 'Daddy', I can do things that your wife never could."
Jack groaned as Lia wrapped her hot wet lips around his rock hard cock and started to suck. As his hands slid into her hair and he heard her moan approvingly, he knew he was going to do whatever this naughty little slut wanted him to do from now on.
***
"Awwww have you still not found that zip," giggled Lia as Betty her hands covered in dirt from where she had been searching in the garden wept and cried.
Her clothes ripped and torn, she crawled around on her hands and knees whilst her new 'step-sister' sat above her dressed in designer lingerie with a bitchy expression on her face.
"Even if you did find it, I'm never taking off this skin. Mommy is gone you fucking loser and so long as Jack is addicted to my mouth and my tight pussy, he'll do whatever I want."
Giggling Lia stood up and pushing the weakened Betty over she lowered her perfect ass onto her face. Betty moaned as her bully smothered her frantically trying to push the stronger girl off.
"Mmmmh, don't struggle loser. Breath my ass nice and deep, because from now on I'm the dominant bratty step-sister and you are my weak pathetic victim. Haha why would you ever leave something so fucking amazing just lying around?"
Mommy was no longer kind or helpful and Lia was definitely hear to stay...
My best-man Martin had promised me that my stag-do would be absolutely brilliant, but to be honest… I was getting worried. Martin had broken up with his own girlfriend a few months back and part of the reason I’d even asked him to be the best-man out of all my many friends, was that I thought he needed something to keep him busy and occupied. I had hoped the duties of best man would keep him on track, but now only a few days before the stag-do, I had yet to hear anything about his plans.
Martin had never been that organised in the first place and he didn’t tend to look after himself that well. Since the break up he’d become even more disorganised, messy and absent minded and I wanted to make sure my friend was actually on top of his duties. I had a horrible feeling that Martin was probably not prepared for the stag-do and I was going to end up looking like an idiot. Martin often let people down.
In the end that was what had led to his own breakup. Angela had dumped Martin because he was so useless. He’d begged her to stay, but she had brushed him off. Now he was broken hearted and said he was still in love with her, but worst of all, she was one of Jenny’s friends. My future wife had even offered Angela a position as one of her bridesmaids so Martin was definitely going to see her at the wedding. They both claimed it wasn’t an issue, but I knew it was going to tear my friend up to see his ex looking amazing and enjoying the attention of other guys, as she enjoyed flaunting herself as the hot bridesmaid.
My own fiancee Jenny was the cutest, kindest girl I’d ever met. She was a total sweetheart and lovely to be around. I was madly, deeply in love with her. She was slim and slender, small breasted and petite. I couldn’t wait to make her my wife, though I sometimes wished I’d had more time to sow some wild oats. I’d only ever been with a couple of women, and once that ring was on my finger I was going to be faithful to Jenny for life.
Our wedding was now relatively imminent, but meanwhile there was still a lot of logistics left to do. I’d perhaps unwisely left the organisation of the stag-do entirely up to Martin whilst I got on with the main event, and now it had crept up on me.
Deciding I better check in and make sure everything was going smoothly, I decided to stop off at his small apartment and find out the arrangements from the man himself. Martin lived on the fourth floor of an apartment block, so I buzzed up and he told me to come up. I preferred living in a house, but I guessed his small four bedroom apartment was the perfect size for a childless couple and I understood why he liked it so much. The apartment had a nice view of the nearby park and river and it was nicely furnished and a reasonable rent.
Entering the apartment through the unlocked front door, I heard Martin calling me in from the back. As usual his apartment was a bomb site. Empty pizza boxes and unwashed dishes littered the surfaces. The floor was a mess of discarded cans and lazily hurled magazines and books. What would have been a clean and airy apartment had a tinge of the dishevelled bachelor. Martin lived like a bum and it was a constant source of irritation to me.
Entering the living space at the back of the apartment, I found Martin busying himself with a couple of boxes that had been delivered but not yet opened. “Oh hey Dude,” he grinned as he cut a box apart with a pair of kitchen scissors. “You’re just in time for the grand reveal.”
I asked him what he was doing and how things were going with the stag-do prep and he just grinned. “Pretty good, I booked the hotel and the flights. We’re having a nice little cheap trip to a sunny little island in Greece. Plenty of cheap beer, hot women and in the best traditions of a stag do… fake boobs!”
Laughing he ripped the box he was fiddling with open and pulled out a pair of fake plastic joke breasts, the kind you could always buy from a cheap costume store. Each was a cup of hard moulded plastic, with thin clear plastic shoulder straps and a hookable back strap in order to wear it, a bit like a bra. There was something… strange about the breasts. I found my gaze being drawn back to them repeatedly and a strange and increasingly insistent urge to try them on.
“Damn it, where are the rest? They only sent me one! Cheap bloody online shopping company, I needed a pair for all of us,” cursed Martin. “No stag-do is complete without some dress up for the lads.”
My hand had begun to reach out almost without thinking and I had a suddenly vision of slipping the breasts on and wearing them. My desire to try them on grew and grew. I had always liked boobs, it was my one regret about Jenny. She was so flat-chested. I imagined her with a big round pair of tits like these fake ones and felt my cock twitch in appreciation.
Put them on. You like tits. You need tits. You WANT tits.
Yes I did like tits. I wanted to feel them on my chest. I wondered what it would feel like to look down and see breasts, to feel them jutting off my chest. I wondered how it felt to be a busty girl, the centre of attention always getting what she wanted due to her impressive assets.
My hand crept forward even further. I couldn’t wait to claim the tits, to put them on and feel them on my chest.
Yesssss. Take me. Take me now.
Suddenly Martin picked up the fake breasts and the spell was instantly broken. I blinked in embarrassment.
“There’s something kind of hot about these tits,” he laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. “I can’t wait to try these on for some reason. It’s like they want me to wear them or something. Silly of course. Still I should try them on and see what these actually look like before I order any more for you and the other guys. The online seller I got them from was really weird, all the info was in Japanese or something so I couldn’t understand anything they were saying. In fact, it’s kind of weird, but I can’t even find them online anymore.”
Scrolling through his phone for a few seconds looking for the buyer, Martin shrugged. Then lifting up the breasts to his bare chest, Martin slid his arms through the straps and pulled the boobs up to his chest. I watched jealously as he pushed them into place. “Help me with this backstrap will you please dude.”
He turned around and my fingers went to his upper back. Touching the boobs sent a strange tingle through me and my jealousy increased. Why couldn’t I try them on? I should have been the one.
Fighting off the weird feelings, I carefully attached and tightened the back strap, causing the plastic tits to ride proud and high on his chest just like the real things. As my hands moved away I heard a weird sucking sound… like the tits were somehow attaching to Martin’s chest. I heard him groan, an involuntary noise and then he began to turn.
Something was wrong. Something weird was happening. As Martin turned I could see that the plastic tits were melting into his skin and the straps fading away. His body began to transform, the empty plastic breasts swelling up and filling with firm sexy flesh as he groaned and pushed his chest out, his shirt shrinking and transforming into a girls tight form-fitting one piece and his other clothing melting away. I could now see the bulge of his cock, pushing out from his crotch - his bare legs and bare arms now revealed as the magical transformation suddenly accelerated.
“Ohhhh fuckkkkk yeahhhhh,” groaned Martin as his voice wavered and unbroke, his Adam’s apple retracting and his skin turning smoother. He lost height and weight, becoming smaller and more petite… now a good foot smaller than me. His hands went to his chest, cupping his massive new tits as the straps completely vanished and he was left holding two completely realistic boobs in each hand. They wobbled enticingly and seemed heavy and real in his once masculine hands.
“Mmmmmh, ooooooh.”
Martin’s short hair began to lengthen and grow, blonde streaks flashing through the mane of silky hair that now reached down to his shoulders and upper back. Long sharp nails sprang from each finger as his eyes turned a deeper hazel, seductive and deep. Soft pink lips parted in pleasure as Martin’s flat bottom swelled out like he had been performing a hundred squats a day. Muscle tone and perfect definition ran over his skin, his tummy becoming wash-board flat and his hips cracking out to give him a more rounded figure.
Makeup shimmered into place, soft pink pouting lips and long sexy lashes moving in surprise as Martin’s face tightened up and became smoother and more feminine looking. There was a funny cracking noise, and a brief wince of discomfort as Martin adjusted his once piece. Looking down at his crotch I saw it was no perfectly flat and smooth. His bulge was completely gone and the tight grey material now hugged the curves of a feminine body without a trace of masculinity.
Martin was now tanned, smooth, blonde and petite. His voice was high pitched and gold earrings hung from his lobes. His pedicured toes and manicured nails looked amazing, and now I could see that it hadn’t just been him who was changing.
Martin’s once messy flat had totally changed. It was now tidy and clean, modern looking with stylish art on the walls. An expensive coffee machine sat on the counter, and through the open door of his bedroom I could now see a women’s boudoir with a makeup vanity and a large full length mirror. A rack of designer clothes and a set of shoe cubicles now sat proudly in place… the once messy bedroom now looking like a female influencers space.
In the living room, the discarded pizza boxes and detritus of Martin’s life was gone, instead there were pot plants, flowers and a rolled up yoga mat. His Xbox was gone and the fridge was now full of healthy food and salads. Strangest of all was the metal pole now bolted from the roof to the floor near the centre of the room. What was that for? The room even smelt better, a soft feminine floral smell - it could even have been the perfume that my friend was wearing.
It was like Martin no longer existed.
“Oh… my… God,” purred Martin in a sexy, highly feminine voice. He looked down at his body in total shock. The fake boobs had turned him completely into a woman. “I turned into a girl, what am I going to do?”
I didn’t answer. For my own part I could barely stop staring at Martin’s chest. They made Jenny’s flat tits look like nothing. Martin’s tits were now the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. They were firm and heavy, round and perfect in every way. To my shame I felt my cock twitch as I imagined touching them, feeling them, holding them. I imagined what it would feel like to pump by cock between them and cum over my friends new beautiful face. I blushed in shame.
Ugh, what the fuck was wrong with me?
Seeing my gaze, Martin’s hands tightened on his chest and he even grinned at the clear male attention I was giving to his impressive chest. “Mmmmmh, these do feel amazing,” he smiled, still cupping his boobs. “So this is what girls tits feel like,” he giggled as he squeezed and massaged his new assets.
“Can you remove them?” I asked curiously, “Maybe if you can take them off you’ll turn back to normal.”
Martin paused, dropping his boobs so they hung naturally from his chest again as his hands went to his lower back. “Hmmmmm, I think so… I think I can feel the clasp. Can you?”
I walked behind Martin, admiring his perfect ass. He was smaller than me now and he looked so fucking sexy. My dick was rock hard now and I tried to ignore how soft his skin felt as I moved my hands over his lower and upper back. I could feel nothing but soft skin. “I can’t feel anything,” I finally admitted.
“Weird, maybe only I can remove them… good to know,” he smiled a fey light in his beautiful new eyes.
“So are you going to take them off,” I asked, feeling nervous suddenly about what was going to happen next.
“Hold your horses baby,” giggled Martin. “Now I know I can remove them, there’s no rush. I think we should explore this situation a little further. It’s strange, but the longer I’m transformed this way, the more natural it all feels. Aren’t you curious about this situation?”
“A little,” I admitted, “but Jenny is gonna freak if she catches me hanging around with a sexy girl like you.”
“So you think I’m sexy?” purred Martin as he swayed over to the door and found a handbag hanging from a hook. Rooting around inside he pulled out a feminine looking purse, and slipped a card out… a driving licence.
“Mallory? Mallory Greene? I guess that’s my name now. Hmmmm, according to this I’m twenty years old. Wow, there’s another I.D card in here too for that exclusive lap-dancing club in the city. It’s a staff card. I must be one of the dancers! I’m a fucking stripper! I must do well, otherwise I’d never be able to afford an apartment like this. Guess that explains the pole?”
Martin walked over to the metal pole and to my surprise suddenly leapt onto it with effortless grace. My mouth dropped open as he spun around it, his body perfectly arched and his legs wrapped round the pole as he giggled and laughed. “Holy shit, it’s like I can remember how to do this even though I’ve never done it before.”
“That’s incredible,” I gasped. “It's like the boobs have given you the knowledge you need to be a twenty year old stripper.”
“I guess they have,” smiled Martin. “If I close my eyes I can even remember how to do my makeup, how to dress my body, how to walk in a way that will get me the attention I crave. Mmmmh, and I can remember some other stuff too.”
“What other stuff?”
Martin giggled and bit his lip. “I can show you if you like. This new body is making me really fucking horny.”
“Wh… what are you talking about?” I gasped in sudden surprise.
“Well - I was going to hire you a stripper for your stag-do anyway - but seeing as I AM now a stripper I guess I can give you a private show. How would you like it if I take off all my clothes and give you a lap dance?”
My friend began to tug off his one-piece. My eyes widened as he slid his tits out of the clingy material. They looked even more impressive naked. Tanned, smooth and round I had never seen such an amazing pair. “Martin, stop this, you’re nuts.”
“Call me Mallory,” purred Martin. “Come on Jack, how long is it since you felt a pair of twenty year old tits. Come here and touch my boobs. I promise you’ll like it.”
I watched in shock as ‘Mallory’ tossed aside her grey one-piece. Underneath she was completely naked. Her pussy was waxed and neatly trimmed, a tight pink slit. Her ass was smooth and perky… her boobs jutted magnificently from her chest. Entirely naked she began to gyrate around the pole. My hard-on was now so rock solid I could barely stand it.
“It’s okay Jack,” smiled Mallory as she tossed back her hair and leant back so her tits were fully on show. “Jenny doesn’t have a rack like me, so you’re never gonna get a chance like this again. Think of this as my wedding present. I don’t know how these magic tits came into my possession, but I may as well take advantage and so should you. Come over here and feel them.”
I walked over to Mallory who continued to spin on the pole. She seemed so unlike Martin that I had now completely forgotten it was my friend inside her beautiful body. I could smell her perfume… her skin had the scent of perfume and sex. She span around so that I was behind her. I walked up to her, her soft ass grinding up against my crotch as I put my hands around her back to cup her chest.
“Mmmmh, that’s it, give them a good squeeze,” she moaned, rubbing her naked ass against my powerful erection. Her tits filled my hands. They were amazing. I rubbed a nipple with a thumb and felt it stiffen causing her to moan louder and rub her ass harder against my straining erection. “Fuck yeah, squeeeze them Jack.”
I squeezed Mallory’s tits. She arched her head back and I kissed her neck. One of her hands went to my trousers and I felt my belt loosen as she began to unbuckle it. “Whoops,” she giggled as my trousers fell down and my dick sprang free. She pushed her ass back, my cock riding up into her ass crack and causing me to gasp in pleasure as she rubbed herself up and down on my body.
“Wh… what are you doing?” I groaned.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she moaned, turning her head and kissing me passionately. I wish I could say I resisted, that I fought back… but I didn’t even hesitate. I hadn’t been with another woman for five years since I’d met Jenny, but now I had my tongue in another woman’s mouth. Mallory was a much better kisser. Her tongue was in my mouth, her hands on my cock, pumping and stroking it. I groaned… sex with Jenny was often conventional and kind of boring. With Mallory it already felt exciting and dirty. I had never felt so turned on.
“I want you to fuck me Jack, take me right here like a slut in the middle of my apartment. Fucking do it.”
I groaned and spun her around, slapping her ass with a loud crack. She moaned and spread her legs for stability as I yanked my trousers off and bent her over double. Grabbing her ass, I used my other hand to guide my cock to her pussy. She was wet already, and it didn’t take long to coat my cock in her juices… my thrusts going deeper as I slid in and out of her tight body.
“Ohhh yes Jack, fuck me. FUCK ME!!!”
Thwap, thwap, thwap. Mallory screamed as I pounded into her, my balls hitting her ass as she grabbed onto the pole for stability and I grabbed her blonde hair and used it to yank her head back. Her mouth was stretched in ecstasy, her eyes rolled up in her head as I fucked her hard and caused her massive tits to bounce with every pump. She moaned and whined and screamed like a pornstar, driving my wild.
“Fuck me on the sofa,” she moaned as she let go of the pole, and slid off my cock. Turning around she jumped into my arms and I carried her to the couch, where she slid down onto my dick with an eager giggle. Stradling me, Mallory began to bounce up and down, grabbing my hands and directing them to her tits.
I screamed in pleasure as she rode me and I massaged her massive boobs. I was in heaven, this felt so amazing. “Mmmmmh yes Jack, fuck me like a slut,” she panted.
“Ughhh, I think I’m gonna cum,” I moaned.
“That’s okay baby,” she grinned, “You can cum inside me. Fucking fill me up.”
“Noooo,” I groaned pushing her off.
Her face clouded for an instant, an annoyed look in her eyes, then she smiled again. “That’s okay baby. Then cum all over my tits, fucking use me for target practice.” She knelt down in front of me.
I screamed as Mallory grabbed my dick and began to enthusiastically pump it, all whilst looking deep into my eyes and smiling. I felt my orgasm build and suddenly I was cumming. Thick white premarital cum erupted out of my dick, dripping and flowing over Mallory’s impressive chest. She moaned and giggled, making appreciative noises and squeezing every last drop out. “Mmmmh such a good boy,” she purred then smirking opened her hot pink lips wide and slid my dick back into my mouth. She sucked my dick, swallowing as much as she could as if it were caviar or a fine wine. I groaned as I felt her drain every last drop. Finally with a satisfied popping sound, she slid her soft pink lips back off my dick leaving pink lipstick smears on my cock.
“Mmmmmh, delicious. Wow you sure had a big load. I guess Jenny hasn’t been meeting your sexual needs. Don’t worry, I won’t tell her you nearly nutted inside me. Just imagine if you had though? Maybe next time?”
Giggling, Mallory looked down at her massive chest and using a manicured finger she scooped up some of the cum that I had blasted over her perfect tits. “Mmmmmh, I do so love extras.” She licked up the cum and ate more of it from her chest. Then standing up she walked into the bathroom to finish cleaning up the rest whilst I sat with my head in my hands, wondering what I’d just done.
I thought about Jenny. I thought about my beautiful wife to be. In all the time I’d known her, I’d never cheated once. I’d never done anything to put our relationship in jeopardy. But now I had just fucked the shit out of another woman and even now as I tried to picture Jenny’s features, I couldn’t stop thinking about Mallory’s big tits. Mallory’s huge boobs filled my mind as I replayed blasting my load over them, watching my cum dripping down all over her tits. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to ram my cock between those tits and hear Mallory call me a good boy again as I creamed all over her massive mammaries. What the fuck was wrong with me?
Tears dripped down my cheeks and I groaned. What had I done?
Coming back out all cleaned up, Mallory snorted as she saw my tears. “Oh stop being such a fucking pussy. It doesn’t mean anything what we just did. I mean I can see you feel guilty, but don’t be. It’s not like I’m a real woman… well… I guess I kind of am right now, but if I take these off…” she began to fumble at her back.
“Everything will be fixed.”
I watched in fascination as with a grunt of effort Mallory began to peel her own huge boobs from her sexy chest. They resisted, then with a sucking sound they popped off her chest and in moments had become fake cheap plastic again. Mallory gasped and threw back her head groaning and wincing in discomfort, her body popping and cracking. The apartment around us began to transform, blurring and shifting. More rapidly than it had taken to become a girl, Mallory’s body lost its femininity and in a matter of seconds Martin was standing in front of me with a pair of fake boobs in his hands.
“See dude,” laughed Martin. “Mallory is gone and there is no lasting harm done. Jenny will never find out what we did.” He blushed. “I don’t know what came over me by the way. Please don’t ever tell anyone about this. I don’t know how these magic tits work or where they came from, I doubt I’ll ever find that website again, but we have to keep this our secret. I don’t want anyone knowing I sucked your dick and let you put it inside me too.”
“You can remember it all?” I asked shyly.
“Yeah, but it’s kind of weird, like it happened to someone else. I don’t think I have Mallory’s full memories or skills anymore, I couldn’t pole-dance if you held a gun to my head and I don’t remember anything about girls fashion and clothing. It all made so much sense when I had the boobs on.”
“How did it feel?” I asked looking down at the tits still in his hand.
“It felt good, really good… but I don’t wanna talk about it,” he suddenly blushed, putting the boobs into their box. “I need to think about what happened and get my head around it. I think it’s best if we just forget about all this and concentrate on your marriage. Yes, this is an incredible discovery, but right now we only have a few weeks before you’re getting married and a trip to a Greek island to complete with the boys.”
I shrugged. Martin was right. The boobs were best put to one side for now and I needed to make up for my guilt about Jenny. We could try to find out more about them later on.
Meanwhile, we had a beer and got back to normal discussion. It’s not like we forgot about the incredible magic boobs, but that is where it should have ended.
It was actually just the beginning…
****
The weekend of my stag-do had come at last. We’d boarded a plane at Heathrow and flown to Rhodes. A short hop on a ferry to a tiny Greek island resort and a weekend of sun, beer and fun awaited us.
It was me, Martin and my three other mates - Richard, Shaun and Gary.
Everyone was sharing two to a bedroom, except Gary who had a terrible snoring problem so we’d dumped him in a room at the end of the corridor. Martin and I were sharing a room of course, and Richard and Shaun were in another one.
So far we’d mostly been out drinking and relaxing on the beach. As we were a small group and relatively well-behaved, we’d managed to avoid any problems with the locals. The resort was mostly full of tourists of course. There were even a few other stag-do’s and some hen-do’s. Everyone other than Martin was married, but that hadn’t stopped my friends checking out the hot scantily clad women relaxing on the beach or wandering around the resort. Not that anything had happened of course.
I had almost begun to forget about Mallory, or perhaps I had just kidded myself that I had. I had jerked off a couple of times remembering her body and her tits, reliving that amazing moment in Martin’s apartment. I was still convinced that was the end of it.
We were out in the hot evening air enjoying a few beers and chilling down by the road that ran alongside the beach. It was dark on the beach, almost pitch black, but you could still hear the waves and the moonlight added a little bit of illumination. The locals said that often you could catch lovers down there on the sand… or more accurately, horny tourists having no strings attached wild sex.
We were laughing and playing cards, but as we played I was recalling something weird and I began getting an uneasy feeling. I was remembering how at the airport Martin had seemed so nervous, especially when the suitcases had gone through security. I remember how he had sidled up to one of the guards to say something and how he had distracted us all when his bag had been going through the scanner. At the time I hadn’t thought much of it, but now as my mind relaxed I began to suspect something.
Putting down my cards, I made my excuses telling my friends I needed the toilet. Martin seemed fully engaged with the game, and I quickly slipped away - heading towards the nearest bar toilet, but then swiftly turning to head to our hotel apartment once I was out of sight.
Our room wasn’t far and heading inside, I opened Martin’s suitcase and carefully removed the piles of clothing inside. Hidden below his clothes was a box and my heart skipped a beat as I opened it up and pulled out a pair of plastic tits.
Martin had brought the magic boobs with him. I couldn’t believe it.
In my hands the boobs felt plastic and light. My fingers tingled as they held the tits and I realised I was totally alone with them. I felt my heart beating and my hands went to my shirt.
Put them on. It’s your turn now…
I felt sweat dripping down my skin as I slid my shirt off my chest and trembling held the tits in front of me. I could almost feel the cups magnetically moving towards my upper torso - my hands being dragged increasingly closer.
Fucking do it… put them on. You NEED this. You need to know how it feels. You need to have big, fucking, slutty, tits.
I groaned, my cock rock hard as I lost control and slid my arms through the straps. I pulled the tits up and onto my chest, then reaching behind me found the clasp and eagerly attached it.
“Ohhhh fuck!”
My body convulsed and I screamed in pleasure as I felt the tits on my chest suddenly tighten and melt into my skin. There was a hot sucking sound and I suddenly felt the weight of them as they filled and swelled up. Looking down I groaned as I saw them swinging from my chest, heavy, firm and full. My hands went to cup them and I shuddered in pleasure as long sexy feminine nails sprang from each finger.
Your tits… your boobs. You are Mallory now.
My body hair evaporated and tanned sunkissed skin spread over my body as I felt bones crack and shift inside me and my internal organs rearranged themselves slightly to make way for my uterus and new sex organs. I could no longer feel my cock and my whole body was stretching and changing. My hair felt longer, my face felt different and even my clothing was altering as a tight sexy jumpsuit began to encase my perfect new form. I was getting younger too, my body firming up as I became a perky twenty year old stripper.
Mallory’s blonde hair tumbled around my face and I was pushed up in heels as I tasted lipstick on my mouth and felt the strange weight of earrings in each lobe. My massive chest was now supported by the cups of my new jumpsuit and I could feel my ass expanding and pushing out behind me.
The hotel room around me was changing, reality altering to fit my circumstances. All of Martin’s luggage and belongings faded out of existence and my own suitcase became larger and more feminine - a huge pink case packed full of makeup, lingerie, hot outfits and shoes. I was clearly the only occupant of the room now, and as I felt the last few changes hit my body and my face become Mallory’s I knew I was her at last and that Martin was now sharing a room with Gary.
I felt a slew of new memories and knowledge fill my mind and my body language became more feminine and natural as I shifted my weight slightly and adopted a more sensual posture. Yes, this is how Mallory stood. This was how Mallory walked and this is how Mallory spoke. I was her now and I felt comfortable in her skin.
“Yessss, I feel fucking amazing,” I purred, walking over to the mirror and grinning. Soft pink lips curved into a naughty smirk as I raised my sculpted eyebrows slightly and turned from left to right admiring my perfect body. I felt like a fucking Queen.
“Mmmmmh these are MINE now,” I purred cupping and squeezing my breasts. “Fuck yessssss.” The tits were welded to my chest, just as they had been to Martin’s body. They had made me into Mallory and given me everything she had that I had been so jealous of. It felt even better to BE the girl than to fuck the girl. I began to wonder how it would feel to have sex in THIS body.
Walking over to a table I picked up my phone and it unlocked to my beautiful face. I was Mallory, I had her I.D, her phone, her clothes and her body. Reaching behind to my back, I could still feel the clasp of the tits. All I had to do was push and then pull off my new tits and I could return to male anytime I chose.
Why the fuck would I want to do that until I’d had some real fun?
The magic had changed reality and moved Martin out of this room. I wondered how much the magic would have affected Martin’s memory of events. Would him not being here have affected whether he knew who I really was or not? What were the rules of these magic tits? I wasn’t exactly sure, but I wanted to find out.
My twenty year old strippers body felt so fucking flexible and I was full of a confidence and self-assurance I’d never known before. I also felt kind of devious and mean. My lips kept wanting to twist into a slutty smirk and my head was suddenly full of selfish, but exciting thoughts, that made me want to giggle manically with glee.
Boys are dumb and they exist to be teased.
Being pretty makes me better than everyone else.
Always getting what I want, is all that matters.
Being a slut feels so fucking good.
“Mmmmh, I’m fucking horny,” I purred, twirling a strand of long golden blonde hair with a perfect nail and feeling my new tight pussy getting wet at the thought of all the damage I could do with my new body. “I came here to this island to have fun and that’s what I’m going to do.”
Grabbing my handbag, I looked inside to check I had all my stuff. Unlocking my phone, I scrolled through and began to giggle as I found an email that explained what I was doing here on the island.
This was gonna be even more fun than I had expected!
***
I had to show the barman my I.D, but he poured me the glass of wine I’d asked for and I headed towards the boys still playing cards by the beach. I took a sip, enjoying the taste of the dark red liquid and how good it felt in my new mouth. Every sensation as Mallory felt amplified and enhanced. I loved the feeling of my tits bouncing on my chest and the sway of my big round ass. Every man I passed stared at me and it made me feel so fucking good. Male attention really turned me on, no wonder I was a lap dancer.
If I was no longer me, I wondered what the boys would make of me. When Martin had changed, I had remembered who he really was, but I had seen him transform in front of me. I had no idea what the rules were, but I guessed I was going to find out.
I felt the boys gazes lock onto me as I approached their table. The four of them were still playing cards and Martin was now wearing a t-shirt that said “Stag”. I giggled and played with my hair.
“Heya boys, you on a stag do or something?”
“Yeah,” grinned Gary eagerly, his eyes drinking in my hot body and locking hypnotically onto my massive chest, “Our friend Martin here is getting married soon and we’re out here partying with him.”
Martin blushed as I turned to stare at him and I realised with glee that he had no memory of Mallory anymore. By putting on the tits outside of his eyeshot, I had rendered him completely clueless as to my new identity. It gave me a thrill to know I was the ONLY Mallory now and that so long as I stayed this way, I had no rival to challenge me.
“So who’s the lucky lady Martin?” I purred.
"Erm, my fiance Ashley. She’s the love of my life.”
I giggled again. So in this new reality Martin had never broken up with Ashley. I wondered if she was still best friends with Jenny?
Jenny. For a moment I felt a pang of guilt. What about Jenny?
What about her? You’re so much fucking hotter than she is now. You don’t feel anything for her anymore. You don’t need her…
I groaned as the delicious traitorous thought flashed through my head. It felt kind of good. It made me want to be bad… really bad. It made me want to do what I had come here to do…
“Well big boy, I bet Ashley doesn’t have a body like mine,” I smirked looking down at Martin, “Don’t worry though, your friends paid for me to come all the way out here and give you a very, special lapdance. So why don’t you and your friends come back to the hotel with me and we can have some real fun?”
The boys couldn’t have abandoned their game of cards quicker…
***
Martin gulped nervously on the bed as I strutted into the room wearing the lingerie I’d chosen from my sexy suitcase. I knew how it made my body look… I knew the effect it would have on the guys.
Walking confidently over - my heels clacking with every strut and the other men watching me from across the room I began to lapdance.
The moves came naturally, my new body having the muscle memory and my new personality giving me the confidence I needed. I gyrated and ground my perfect ass into Martin’s face - I tempted and teased him. I drove him wild.
They all have girlfriends or wives… but they’re all mine now.
I moaned, my pussy wet at the power I had over my former friends. I was really fucking horny. I wanted it badly.
“Wh… what are you doing?” groaned Martin as I slid a manicured hand into his trousers and grabbing his dick began to pump it.
“Having a little fun,” I purred. “Don’t worry Ashley will never know. You wanna join in boys?”
As I unzipped Martin’s trousers and pulled them down, the other guys eagerly began to take off their clothes. Giggling, I moved my hair out of the way and sank my hot pink mouth around Martin’s dick.
“Mmmmmmmhhhh,” I moaned wetly, loving the taste of his cock in my mouth, the feeling of it stiffening and hardening. Gary and Richard appeared next to Martin - and I grabbed a cock in each hand. I began to stroke, rubbing their dicks up and down as I sucked and slurped on Martin’s cock in front of me.
“Holy shit guys, I can’t believe we’re doing this,” moaned Martin as I went to work on all three of them.
In the corner, Shaun sank into a chair, his dick in his hands as he began to jerk off watching me servicing his friends. My blonde head bobbed up and down, noises like a porn star emerging from my slutty mouth as I sucked and licked.
“Mmmmpphhhh mmmmmmmhhh fuck yeah,” I groaned with a wet *pop* as I slid his dick out of my mouth and began to suck Gary’s instead. I took turns with all three guys, my saliva dripping out onto their cocks and making it easier to stroke them off as I took turns. Shaun seemed happy to watch in the corner, the dirty little voyeur was really getting off on this.
Standing up I let go of their cocks for a second and undressed in front of them. Sliding my soaking wet panties to the floor, I kicked them off and dressed only in heels positioned myself above Martin.
Lowering my tight pussy down, I gasped in pleasure as his cock slid inside me and I began to slide up and down… bouncing up and down on his lap. I grabbed Gary and Richard’s cocks again and began to pump them as I rode Martin, moaning and giggling as my huge tits bounced on my chest as I fucked him.
Shaun walked over from his chair and I opened my mouth enticingly wide so he could slide his cock inside and have some fun. It was hot and sweaty in the room now. The room smelt of sex and sweat. Grunts and moans filled the air as I became the personal whore of four men and let them use my body.
But really I was using them and getting everything I wanted. It felt so good to be the centre of attention, to be worshipped and lusted after by four guys at once. I took turns, letting each man slide his cock inside me as I tasted my own juices from their dicks and we tried different positions.
I had found a bottle of lube in my suitcase, and soon we were using it to coat their dicks so I could take them even deeper inside me. Rammed full of hard cock, I soon had a dick in my ass at the same time as my pussy and I screamed in pleasure as the guys pumped and fucked me just like I wanted.
I saw hands with wedding rings on and it just made me scream even louder. Making these guys cheat on their wives with my tighter, hotter, younger body just felt so fucking good.
We fucked for hours… and oh boy was there a lot of cum.
Richard was the first to explode as I pumped him. Then the others took their turns to cum. Soon I had hot cum in my hair, on my face, over my tits. Each time I’d clean up and we’d carry on… my mascara running as I took another load to the face. I loved the taste of cum now. Especially married cum.
It was hot. It was dirty. It was divine.
Finally after hours of hot nasty sex, it was over. The guys were spent. I went to the shower and freshened up whilst they lay passed out in the bedroom. I fucked myself in the shower just thinking about what a dirty nasty slut I was as Mallory.
Doesn’t it feel good to be me?
It sure fucking did…
I put on a fresh outfit, did my makeup and packed up my things. By the time I got back into the bedroom the boys were stirring. I kicked them out - all except Martin. They looked at him jealously as I shut the door behind them and sat on the end of the bed.
“Baby, my flight is in a few hours and you get married in a few weeks. But I think we should see each other again. Here’s my number.”
I put it into his phone and then giggling slid my hand around his cock.
“Make sure you call me when you get back. I need to go soon, but first I think you should give me one last goodbye present…”
I began to pump and I giggled as I heard Martin moan and I knew he was now mine…
***
It was a few weeks later.
Checking out my appearance in the mirror, I grabbed my tits and squeezed. They never failed to make me feel good - just the weight and sensation of them on my chest was enough to make me dizzy with desire. I loved being a woman. I loved being a slut.
It was a month since I had put on the magic boobs in that apartment in Greece and in that time I had not removed them once. I had no desire to turn back into a guy. I was having far too much fun being Mallory.
On returning home from Greece, I’d found a new car waiting for me at the airport. A short journey home to my small but stylish apartment and I’d quickly settled into my new life as a young, sexy bitch.
I felt nothing for the life I’d left behind. Jenny was nothing to me now. I’d even seen her a few times, trailing after Ashley like a little lost puppy when I had been waiting to meet Martin for one of our regular hook ups. She was nothing to a hot bitch like me.
My job at the strip club made me more than enough money to live the life I wanted, but I hungered for more. My obsession with Martin had grown stronger since we had returned from Greece. He was just so… malleable. I liked a man that I could shape and control, mould into the perfect husband material.
I could tell Martin was deeply in love with Ashley, but the sex with me was starting to destroy his relationship and it was glorious to watch. Every time he fucked my younger, tighter, body - he lost a little bit more of his soul.
It started with a causual hook up a few days after he got back from Greece. Doggystyle in a seedy motel, bent over the bed and grunting like a whore as he pulled my hair and fucked the shit out of me.
Then I wormed my way into his flat. I would wait for Ashley to leave and come round. I fucked him in her bed… I even wore her shoes and jewellery to spice things up. Martin was soon addicted to me. He couldn’t keep his hands off my big tits. I wondered if some primal part of him remembered or recognised that for one glorious moment these boobs had been on his chest? I wondered if Martin ever remembered that he had once been Mallory, whether or not he dreamed and fantasized about being me when he went to sleep.
I hoped so.
One night as we fucked like animals, I slid Martin’s cock out of my sopping wet pussy and ripped the condom off. Sliding him back inside I wrapped my legs around him and commanded him to cum inside me this time.
“Nooooo, I shouldn’t,” he groaned… but he did it anyway, pumping me full of his cum.
From then on we always fucked bareback. Martin dumped load after load of cum inside me. He would leave me dripping in semen, spent and used like the hot little whore I was.
Finally the day of his wedding arrived. Martin was supposed to be on his way to the venue, but instead he was pumping me. Dressed in his wedding suit, Martin had me bent over the counter, hot wet slaps filling the air as my massive tits jiggled and her railed me hard.
Since he had started fucking me Martin had shaped up. I’d bullied him into hitting the gym and to straighten his life out. He had gone for a promotion at work and now dressed in the clothes I chose for him - designer suits and expensive shoes. Martin’s body was now chiselled and well built, his hairstyle more stylish and his eyes slightly harder too. I had made him into a real man.
Martin’s love for Ashley was a dead hollow thing now. He knew that he was better off with me. I made him feel good, I made him feel like a real man.
As for me, my transformation into Mallory was complete. I couldn’t even feel the strap on my back anymore… I doubted I could remove the magic tits even if I wanted. I remembered very little of my pathetic male life anymore, I had become an evil bitchy whore who always got what she wanted.
Martin was now wealthy, handsome and even if he was nearly fifteen years older than me, under my sway. I wasn’t about to let him make a foolish mistake like marrying that pathetic loser Ashley.
“Fuck Mallory,” groaned Martin as he unloaded deep inside me, “I should be on my way to my wedding.”
“Mmmmh, why bother baby?” I giggled. “You have everything you need right here. You should marry me instead of that fat cow, Make me your wife.”
“I… I don’t know,” grunted Martin… still slightly conflicted.
Cum leaking out of my pussy, I smiled and gently grabbing Martin’s face I lowered it to my chest. I felt him relax as his face nestled between my massive tits.
“Mmmmmh, we both know what needs to happen babe. You’re going to jilt that fucking bitch and leave her at the altar for everyone to laugh at. In the meantime you’re going to run off with me. We’ll get married and be so happy together.”
“Yes baby, anything for you,” I heard him moan.
“Good boy,” I smiled stroking his hair.
I wondered whether I should tell Martin that I was pregnant, or leave that surprise for later? Of course, I needed to check who the Father was first. I’d been fucking a lot of black guys recently and I couldn’t be entirely sure the baby was his.
Feeling myself getting horny again, I giggled as I saw Martin’s phone was buzzing and Ashley was desperately trying to call him. Switching it off, I tossed it aside.
“Fuck me again Martin, let’s just spend all day here fucking,” I purred.
Picking me up, Martin carried me into the bedroom and threw me down on the bed. I grabbed my tits and moaned at how powerful they made me feel.
Martin had been right about one thing all those months ago. It really had been the best stag do I’d ever had.
Martin had known he was potentially risking his entire career when he agreed to treat his daughter's bully through specialist therapy sessions. He should have announced to her family that he had a vested interest, but Gracie and her rich Daddy had no idea that the guy administering experimental therapy to the bored, spoiled rich girl, might have an axe to grind.
Gracie and Martin's daughter Susan attended the same prestigious school, but whilst the blonde, sexy and confident Gracie was popular and the Head Cheerleader - his daughter was a nobody bookworm. Gracie bullied Susan constantly and Martin was determined to help end the cycle of negativity. After all, he strongly believed in the power of therapy. Gracie was obviously bullying Susan because of her own hang-ups... he could cure her.
Gracie was actually a highly compliant subject and her mind seemed particularly susceptible to his therapy process. Martin was experimenting with a mind melding technology that allowed him to share consciousness with his patient. He was determined to see if he could turn Gracie from being a mean girl into a nice person by examining her experiences and tweaking her personality.
They both lay in Gracie's pink princess bedroom, the mind transfer bands round their foreheads. Deep in a meditative trance, their minds merged and Martin floated inside Gracie's consciousness.
It was a petty, spiteful, narcissistic mind. A mind that hungered for sex, power and constant attention. It was an enticing combination of sharp glittering edges and soft spoiled silk - you could lose yourself in a mind like this.
Deliciously toxic femininity washed over Martin as he tried to absorb Gracie's memories and life story so he could try to understand why she was such a bitch.
He would try to control and alter those memories to make Gracie ashamed of being cruel and evil. He could make her a better person.
Instead, he found himself being overwhelmed and flooded with strong sexual desires as he began to relive memories of Gracie's depraved life and found he enjoyed it.
He groaned and his cock got rock hard, as sensations and memories of being an evil bad girl pulsed through him. Gracie got off on being mean.
His lips curved into a smile as he experienced the memory of clopping through the school halls in high heels, his tight shaven pussy dripping wet as everyone got out of his way. Chewing gum, Martin blew a bubble and giggled. It felt so fucking good to be feared and desired.
These memories felt good, but nothing had prepared him for how much it would turn him on to relive memories and experiences of bullying his own daughter.
Cruel, mean, dominant emotions rushed through him. The way he called Susan a fucking loser, the satisfaction when he saw tears in her eyes. Making her do his homework, spreading rumours about her.
Even hotter memories rushed through his mind. Susan whimpering as he rubbed his pussy in front of her face, his cheerleader skirt hiked up and his minions pinning her arms back as he laughed and squirted all over her glasses and face and made her lick up his cum as he finished orgasming.
"You're a fucking loooooser Susan and that's all you'll ever be. A poor, worthless, pathetic little loser. I'll always be better than you."
Seeing his daughter humiliated and destroyed should have angered and enraged him... instead it just felt so fucking good. Martin had a big smile on his lips, he shivered in taboo pleasure. Being a bully felt good... it made him horny.
His daughter WAS a fucking loser. It felt good to think it... to feel it. His hands clenched and he imagined pink acrylic claws on his fingers. He imagined boys worshipping him, having a tight slutty body.
He wanted it bad.
With a gasp he awoke and ended the therapy session.
***
Martin realised something was wrong but he was now too addicted to stop. The therapy wasn't working right. Instead of making Gracie better, the therapy was making HIM worse.
He now couldn't stop thinking about being an evil teenage bully and destroying his pathetic daughters life. Gracie's cruel and spoiled personality was transferring over to him... and he liked it.
He began to find phrases and idioms that Gracie used were now part of his vocab. An 'OMG', 'loooser' or 'bitch pleeease' would occasionally escape his lips. His physical mannerisms had changed. He was now more expressive with his hands and his lips had become a constant bitchy sneer.
He lay on his bed pumping his cock, imagining he was Gracie. Imagining he was the bully and desiring more.
Each time they had therapy, Martin would now dive into Gracie's mind and let her evil personality wash over him. He sucked it into himself - pushing out his own memories and thoughts to make room for more of Gracie's.
"Yessss, fucking infect me with your bitchiness," he hissed in pleasure as he eagerly fed on Gracie's wicked personality and mentally orgasmed.
"I'm a bitch, I'm an evil fucking bitch" he groaned in his mind, cumming again and again to the sensations of being a tight, bullying slut.
But as the sessions continued and Martin adopted more and more of Gracie's personality and memories he began to notice that she was acting weird too. She began dressing more demurely and her bullying, confident attitude began to fade. She even began to act more friendly towards Susan.
He began to realise that he was somehow draining Gracie's evil mind into himself. The memories, thoughts and feelings he was pushing out to make room were taking hold in her mind. Soon she would be a good girl trapped in a slutty bitch body and he would be a bitchy bully trapped in a mans body. This would never do...
Deactivating all the safeties on the therapy bands, they lay in Gracie's bedroom. Martin moaned as he entered Gracie's mind and felt one last moment of doubt. Could he really take it all? Could he absorb all of Gracie's remaining bitchy mind and BECOME her? Could he slide into this body and be the new driver, leaving her as the controller of his old body?
A memory of Susan, a memory of the love he once had for his daughter almost stopped him. Then an image of Susan kneeling at his feet begging for mercy made him groan in delight and he knew what he wanted.
"Give it all to me you bitch... your mind, your memories, your BODY! Ooooh fuckkkk yesssss!"
The duo convulsed, sparks flying from the transfer bands. Martin screamed in pleasure. He greedily sucked and sucked, drinking in and absorbing all of Gracie's memories. "Yessss I'm mmmmh a bully, I'm hot... I'm a girl! Yessss make me an evil princess!"
Martin's mind warped and buckled. Images of pink lingeire, of shopping with his girls of being a self-entitled brat overwhelmed him as he drew them into himself and pushed out his own memories. His sense of self, collapsed and the new Gracie purred as she felt the last remaining hold-outs of her old personality forced out.
She was a fucking bitch now. She remembered she had once been Martin, but this was soooo much better.
"Yesssss I feel sooo fucking good," she moaned flowing with a wicked grin into HER body. There was another mind in here, but it was weak and she tore it loose- hurling it back into the body she has just come from.
"Hahah fucking looooser," she gloated as she flowed into her body and took control. She groaned as she ripped the transfer band from her head and sat up.
Blonde hair fell around her head... HER blonde hair. She looked down and wiggled her pretty pedicured toes, giggled at the sight of her pert titties on her chest... the feel of her deliciously feminine body.
Gracie could taste lip gloss and smell Chanel perfume. She was all-girl now and she loved it. She was the Alpha Bully now.
"Wh... what did you do?" moaned a male voice and she turned to see Martin groggily rising from his seat.
Throwing the transfer band to the floor, Gracie brought a wedged heeled foot down on the delicate circuits- hearing them crunch and break forever.
"It's like simple loooooser. I'm like totally Gracie now and you're that fucking sad sac Martin. We swapped and if you like ever try to tell anyone I'll fucking destroy you. You like remember just enough I like hope to know I don't make threats."
"You evil slut, you mean I have to be a man? I can't remember anything other than I used to be you!"
"That's like right. Your life, your memories, your soul... they are like totally mine. OMG - you're the Daddy of that fucking loser Susan now."
"Susan... I... I love her?"
"Yeah you do, although part of you still hates and despises her, especially because losing this body is kind of all her fault. Mmmmh in fact, just because we swapped doesn't mean EVERYTHING has to be the same. How about you bully Susan too? Between the two of us we can make her life hell."
Grabbing Martin's cock - Gracie giggled as she began to stroke.
"Ughhhh that feels good. What are you doing?"
"Teaching you how to be a good boy for me. Let me give you some real therapy. This time just using my mouth and my tight body I'm like going to make you HATE your daughter again. I'm like gonna corrupt your soul baby until you're evil again."
Martin moaned as Gracie's pink bubblegum lips slid round his cock and she began to suck. Mmmmh being a man wasn't that bad after all. Under Gracie's tutelage he would learn to be an Alpha man and would soon enjoy the benefits of his new body.
Banging her tight pussy every chance he got would bring out the bastard in him and help turn him against his daughter. Not that she was really his daughter... was she?
Martin was confused - but as Gracie took control of him he realised it was simply easier to let her do the thinking.
After all, she was the trained therapist and SO good at sucking cock...
Mia Green was rich, pretty, popular and feared. She hadn't always been, but she was now and she had no intention of ever going back to her humble beginnings. From her expensive manicured fingernails, up to her perfect hair and down to her pedicured toes - she was every inch a bitch.
Bitches like her weren't supposed to end up with their hands and legs tied up in their own bedrooms after being ambushed by some fucking nobody nerd. This wasn't part of the plan.
"You ready to lose everything bitch?" smiled Violet as she watched Mia fight helplessly against the ropes keeping her tied. Pulling out a cigarette lighter, she clicked it to show the flame worked and with a satisfied smirk picked up an innocent looking hip pack from the bed.
She'd thought she'd be scared and terrified of this situation, but Violet was excited to finally get into the room of her hated enemy and destroy the source of her powers. Mia meanwhile was the terrifed one, she was about to lose EVERYTHING.
Violet brought the flame close to the hip pack. "Now we'll see what happens when I destroy this. Prepare to lose it all."
Violet and Mia had once been amazing friends - soulmates even - but then Mia had been corrupted and transformed into an evil, bullying, popular girl by the innocent looking hip back Violet now held.
The Brat Pack would corrupt you into a popilar girl then give it's wearer whatever they desired. Once buckled round your waist it would transform you and then the contents of the bag would always be exactly what you needed to become meaner, more spoiled and more evil.
For Mia that had been expensive makeup that had turned her even naughtier, a credit card that had made her rich, keys to a convertible... the Brat pack always gave her what she needed.
Some items from the pack were not even directly for her use, such as the extra large condoms that had transformed a boy in her year into a hunky black guy with a massive dick. She did so like a big cock in her tight pussy and corrupting other people had trned out to be fun too. Once the items had been used, reality would change to accomodate and over time Mia had warped the school to reflect her twisted whims.
Now Violet was going to destroy it all.
"Wait," she gasped - using her most commanding tone and causing Violet to stop inchs from burning the Brat Pack. "If you do that, I might die! You have to turn me back to normal first or the effect would be too much."
Violet peered at her suspiciously - but there was only pleading and fear in Mia's eyes. What was she up to?
Mia knew she had lost. What she was telling Violet was of course a lie. Destroying the Brat Pack would probably just turn everything back to normal and once it was done, there would never be any chance of being rich, pretty and popular ever again.
She didn't want to live in a world where there was no chance of ever getting this power back. She didn't want to see the Brat Pack destroyed. Her only chance now was to corrupt Violet. To trick her old friend into putting on the Brat Pack and becoming the new Alpha bitch.
It was gonna suck to lose all her power and watch Violet take her place, but maybe... maybe she could convince Violet to make her one of her clique. Once Violet was evil, she might reward Mia for helping her to ascend.
And maybe... one day when Violet's guard was down, Mia would get the Brat Pack back and become the top Alpha Bitch again.
It was better than watching this stupid goody goody destroy the Brat Pack entirely.
"You need to put it on, then inside you'll find a way to turn me back to normal. If you only wear it for a few moments, it won't have time to fully corrupt you - trust me. Why would I lie to you about this?"
Violet looked at her suspiciously, but also with a conflicted concern in her eyes.
"Please Violet, I don't want to die. Please help me, I want to be good again, I want to be your friend."
"Okay... I'll do it, just for a moment. But this better not be some sort of trick. There's no way out of this for you."
Putting down the lighter, she reluctantly took the Brat Pack, slid it around her waist and clicked it shut.
Pink magical flames burst into life around Violet. She gasped and groaned as the pack instantly transformed her physical body. "Ohhh fuckkkk that feel's mmmmh, so good!"
Violet's hands went to her chest and she moaned wetly as her once tiny non-existent tits ballooned out and her white blouse became a plunging white halter-top that showed off miles of her now smooth tanned flesh and rounded boobs.
Her top rose up, sitting just underneath her now jutting tits as bitchy manicured nails shot from her fingers and her hips pushed out to give her an even more feminine body shape.
Her once flat ass swelled and popped out as her jeans shrunk and transformed into a tiny plaid mini skirt that barely covered anything. Her glasses melted away as her face became even prettier and more feminine, coated in expensive makeup and with a perpetual smirk or pout depending on her mood.
Long silky hair swished effortlessly around her shoulders and Violet touched it in wonder. Every inch of her was now more feminine, more beautiful, more... perfect.
She felt full of confidence, arrogance, power. She felt like a spoiled bitch.
On the bed Mia had also changed.
The packs power had transfered fully over to Violet and now as she looked at the pathetic cringing nerd tied up in front of her, Violet couldn't help but feel her pretty lips twist into a sneer of contempt. What a fucking loser.
"Well, well, well," she heard herself say. "Looks like you're back to normal anyway Mia. Why the fuck did you have me put this on? Now I'm going to destroy it and you'll have lost everything."
"Why destroy it?" whimpered Mia. "You have the power now Violet. Doesn't it feel good? Look around. This room is yours now. The pictures have all changed to you and YOUR popular friends."
Violet looked round in amazement and saw Mia wasn't lying. There on a shelf of cheerleading trophies was a picture of the squad winning the best cheer award for the sixth year in a row - and in the front the head cheerleader was now Violet herself grinning and holding the trophy aloft.
"All this is yours now... Goddess," whimpered Mia pathetically.
Sliding her hands under her tits and causing them to push out more, Violet leaned over Mia and enjoyed the look of fear in the other girls eyes. "What did you call me maggot?"
"I called you Goddess, because you are one now. You have it all. My former beauty, my status, my wealth. That convertible outside on the drive is now YOUR car. Have a look inside the Brat Pack and see."
Violet suspiciously opened the pack and pulled out a driver I.D. "Car? But I don't even know how to drive. I..."
Violet had not learned to drive yet, but as she held the I.D in her hand she groaned and felt new knowledge and certainity flow into her. Of course she knew how to drive, of course she owned a convertible. She loved taking her squad shopping to the mall in it. She reached into the Brat pack and pulled out her keys. Yes - perfect. Violet looked down at the Brat Pack and a smiled flitted over her face. This thing would give her whatever she now desired. This was pretty fucking cool.
Mia watched quietly as she saw Violet's body language changing by the second. Her plan was working. Violet was accepting the evil and being corrupted. She now walked like an Alpha Bitch and was clearly enjoying the feeling of being hot and sexy. She just had to convince Violet to make her one of her squad.
"All this is yours Violet. The sexy clothes, the shoes, the hot lingerie. You're the Alpha Bitch now and I will willingly serve you and help you have more power. Make me one of your squad and I'll be your guide."
Violet looked at herself in the mirror. She looked so fucking beautiful and she felt so powerful. She was no longer a shy nerd, she was now a mean spoiled bitch.
She imagined being the centre of attention, having everything she wanted. She imagined being pampered and spoiled every day. She imagined a big black cock in her mouth, in her tight pussy.
"Noooo, what's happening to me? I have to resist. I have to take this pack off."
Violet realised she was losing herself. She had come here today to stop Mia and destroy this evil thing, she had to get it off and set things right. Her fingers went to the catch.
"NO! Don't do it Violet," urged Mia from the bed. "Let the evil flow into you. Let your soul turn black and every inch of you become a spoiled fucking brat. You'll love how it feels to be a bully, to have everyone obey you. That tight pussy of yours will feel so good wrapped tight around a pistoning black cock. You'll cum so hard you'll squirt. Don't you wanna know how that feels? Don't you wanna be a bad girl?"
"Noooo I'm good, I'm not like you," gasped Violet struggling to control herself.
"You're not good Violet, you're a fucking bitch. You're a cruel, jealous, spiteful little popular whore. Say it!" desperately urged Mia.
"I'm... I'm a little popular whore. I'm a fucking bitch," groaned Violet wetly as she began to touch her improved body. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes were bright. Her hands were now away from the brat pack on on herself.
"Yessss, I'm a fucking bitch. I love bullying others and being mean and evil. Ohhhh GOD! It feels so good to say it," laughed Violet throwing her head back.
"That's right," grinned Mia in glee. "You're going to be even more evil than I was. Just imagine all the naughty, cruel, depraved things you'll do as a popular bitch."
"Mmmmh, I don't HAVE to imagine. I can HAVE it all," Violet excitedly whispered. "Yessss, YES! This feels right, this feels good. I'm the Mistress of the Brat Pack now. This power is all mine."
Violet squeezed her tits and screamed pleasurably as she felt her pussy throb in response. Being mean, being bad turned her on. It made her fucking DRIP.
Turning on her heels, she strutted across the room and stretched her perfect body out, feeling the pull of her perfect young muscles. "I understand it now. I'm fucking perfect... I AM a Goddess."
In the space of a few minutes Violet had gone from an innocent girl into a mean, manipulative, spoiled brat. Dark and twisted thoughts flowed through her mind, turning her on and exciting her in equal measure.
The possibilities of the Brat Pack and the mean selfish things she could do with the power, were incredible. Her lips curved into a cruel dominant smile. She tossed her silky hair back and looked down at the nerd on the bed in front of her.
All that remained now was to decide what to do with this human garbage.
Violet looked down at Mia and now she could see the other girls thoughts written large on her face. Mia had a calculating look in her eyes, she obviously thought she was achieving some advantage by tricking Violet into wearing the pack and being corrupted.
God, this loser was so transparent it was almost painful.
"Haha, you fucking loser. I see your plan now. You wanted me to become corrupted so I would keep the Brat Pack and not destroy it. Perhaps you thought you might be able to one day get it back or perhaps I'd elevate you to serve as one of my clique as a reward. But I have a better idea."
Rummaging in her hip pack, Violet purred happily as a shiny male chastity cage came out alongside a padlock and a key on a necklace.
Sliding the key around her neck, she strutted over to the confused Mia.
"You know far too much about the Brat Pack and it's power Mia. I can't risk that you'll ever try to take it back. I can't suffer a rival. As Mia you are a threat - but as Mylon you'll be nothing more than my braindead little simp."
Pulling down Mia's jeans, Violet held the cage out expectantly in front of her friends pussy. Mia gasped in horror as with a strange tingling - her clit began to swell and grow and she groaned and shook as her body changed.
Her small boobs shrank away and her bones cracked and shifted. A tiny pathetic penis pushed out of her groin - and with a giggle of glee Violet snapped the cage around it and clicked the padlock in place.
Mia shook as the changes accelerated. Her mind went foggy and she tried to hold onto who she was and what had happened, but it was hopeless.
Groaning, Mylon opened his eyes and looked confusedly around the bedroom of his Goddess. His tiny caged dick was throbbing with urgency. How had he got here.
"Get on the floor and lick my boots loser," growled Violet and Mylon gulped and threw himself down. Licking and kissing Violet's purple boots he whimpered as she laughed at him.
"Oh my God, you're even more pathetic that I could have imagined. This is totally what you deserve. You can be my sad little simp - trapped permanently in chastity and the friend-zone, never knowing what you lost and what you once had."
Adjusting the pack around her waist, Violet unclipped it and walking to her wardrobe opened the door. At the back was a safe and she carefully put in a code and then locked the Brat Pack safely away where only she could use it.
The changes remained - unless someone else put on the pack, the power would remain hers. She was going to be a lot more careful not to lose it like Mia had.
"Stop grovelling and run home loser. I want all my homework done by the end of tonight."
Violet grinned as she watched her simp willingly comply with her orders. The thrill of power, the thrill of being a bitch. These things were new to her, but she couldn't wait to explore them further.
It felt so good to be a brat, and there was no going back.
Later that night as she sucked one giant blak cock and felt another go deeper and deeper inside her perfect pussy, she wondered if Mylon would even remember how good being a bitch had felt in his dreams.
Dina and Claire have always been competitive but close gal pals, seeing how far they can push the line before the other will jump past it in a never ending game of slutty one upsmanship
Which makes sense. David and Clark were just as competitive constantly seeing who could outdo the other and whatever macho meatheaded bullshit the other could come up with. Sports, Drinking, Drugs, video games, nothing was sacred to the need to be the better man.
Which of course lead to Clark crossing a line David never expected. "I bet I'd make a hotter girl than you"
a couple calls and a suitcase full of elixir later, along with some shoplifted clothes and both of them were suddenly basking in the rush of soft skin and expanded hips and tits, wiggling their butts against one another.
David's hair was a little longer, Clarks hair was a little softer, they both tied when it came to who's ass was better.
but it had to go further. Who could masturbate the longest before passing out? (Dina)
Who could make the other cum faster with their tongue? (Claire)
Who could get more men to flirt with her?
Who could dance better
Who gave better handjobs?
Who gave better titjobs?
Who could swallow more cum?
The contest begot more elixir, begot sluttier behaviour begot more and more commitment to their horny alter ego
Who could fuck the longest, who could who could take more cock, who could swap between positions quicker
but who would win the final unspoken competition? That ultimate line neither could come back from?
Although they didn't see each other very often, Ellen and Claire had stayed in touch after college. It had been twenty years since they had attended classes together, but whenever they met for coffee, or drinks after work, it felt like they were picking up where they last left off.
Claire was now married with two kids, but Ellen had just got divorced and had never had kids. She was in a real funk, so Claire had been seeing her a lot more. Claire couldn't help but feel Ellen was a little jealous of her husband Steve and her beautiful life, but she wanted to be there for her friend.
Both girls had been dorks at college, but Claire had set up her own business and eventually met the rich and successful Steve. Meanwhile Ellen had drifted from job to job, relationship to relationship and now seemed embittered by her experiences.
Ellen was flat chested and skinny, she wore her hair short in a bob and preferred to wear clothes that didn't reveal much of her body. She always reminded Claire a bit of a doormouse.
One day, Claire was over at Ellen's and they'd had a few glasses of wine, when Ellen made a weird request. She had seemed nervous all morning, and she couldn't seem to stop fiddling with a cheap looking necklace that Claire had never seen before.
"Claire - I need your help digging something up from the garden. Don't ask yet, I'll explain everything soon."
Claire was non-plussed, she wasn't exactly kitted out for gardening; but nontheless she found herself in the garden digging a hole. They dug down a few feet, when with a crunch, their spades hit something.
There was a box at the bottom of the hole, a metal case. Grabbing the exposed handles, Claire helped Ellen handle it into the house and they placed it down.
"What the hell is going on?" asked Claire bemused.
Ellen was busy at the combination lock for the box. "I buried this twenty years ago, it's a time capsule. The lock is the date I buried it."
With a click the case opened and Ellen pulled back the lid. Inside was a lot of vac-packed plastic packets containing what looked like clothing.
"Fresh as the day I stole them," grinned Ellen as she took out the bags and began to open them.
She laid out a pair of skin tight wicked black thigh boots and a clingy black latex bodysuit with a zipper.
"Twenty years ago I stole these from our bully Mindy. It was the night she fucked my boyfriend, she left these lying around and I took them and stored them in this time capsule."
"B... but why?" gasped Claire in horror as Ellen lovingly cradled a boot. "Mindy was a horrible, evil fucking bitch. Why did you keep her stuff?"
Ellen smiled slyly as she began to take off her clothing. Claire looked at her as if she had gone mad.
"This bitch ruined my life, but you were the one that night who made me believe in myself. I promised myself I'd try to live my life and succeed. But whilst your life has got better and better mine has turned to shit. Mindy was right all those years ago, I am a pathetic worthless loser."
"No! Don't say that, you are a great person!" gasped Claire.
"Oh, I'm not a great person Claire. You wouldn't think I was so great if you knew how many nights I've lain in bed masturbating to the fantasy of stealing your husband and wrecking your life. Of how many times I've dreamed of being your bully and lording it over you. I'm so jealous of you - I want to take it all and now Mindy is going to help me get what I want."
Now naked, Ellen giggled as she held one of the boots against the weird necklace she had on and shivered in pleasure.
"This necklace has been in my family for generations. Twenty years ago you talked me out of doing anything desperate by making me believe in myself, but even then part of me knew that one day I might regret not using it. I kept Mindy's clothes safely buried in case one day I decided to change my mind. Now it's time to wind the clock back and become the bitch I always should have been. I want you to witness my transformation. You see this necklace will turn anyone who uses it into a physical and mental copy of another person. All you have to do is touch an item of clothing against it and you'll become that person!"
Ellen suddenly groaned and shivered. There was a clicking popping sound and as Claire watched in horror, her friends body began to elongate and her hair began to shimmer as it gradually lengthened down her shoulders.
"Fuckkk yesss it's working. I can't wait to stop being Ellen the loser and become Mindy the bitch! I'm about to become a 20 year old homewrecking Goddess and there's nothing you can do to stop me Claire."
Claire was speechless as Ellen slid on the boots and zipped them up. She gasped and moaned in pleasure as her skin became younger and she became toned all over. Stepping into the bodysuit, Ellen pulled it up and began to tug at the zip. It was super tight and she wiggled and giggled as her body began to change allowing it to fit better.
"Ohhhh fuck... Mindy's clothes feel soo fucking good. I can barely mmmmh get this zip done. Ohhhh YES I'm turning into her and I LOVE IT! Haha stand and watch loser!"
The time capsule lay open - it's other contents discarded on the floor and Claire was watching in horror as her best-friend Ellen moaned and groaned in ecstasy as the evil clothing she had just put on tightened around her changing body.
It was nearly twenty years since Claire had last seen Mindy, but now her bully was appearing before her eyes as Ellen's small breasts swelled up and her short hair lengthened and grew. Sharp fingernails sprang from Ellen's hands as her hips cracked out and she grew taller, the high heeled thigh boots she now wore pushing her up to tower over her friend.
"Yes... make me me a tight young bitch. It feels SO GOOOOOD!"
Claire was now at eye level with Ellen's enhanced bust and she felt feelings of inferiority and helplessness fill her as she saw her friends kind face become beautiful and mean. Mindy's huge man stealing tits were so big and perfect. How could she compete with that?
Ellen laughed stepping forward and shoving Claire's face into her bust. "Worship my tits you flabby old bitch."
Claire groaned, smothered by tits. She could hear Ellen's heart hammering and hear the sounds of her body popping and changing as she morphed into the bully.
With a desperate gasp for air, she threw her head back out of the huge cleavage and looked up into Ellen's face. It was now the face of her old bully, just as young and beautiful as when she had last seen her at college.
"Mmmh, you like my new body loser? Well that's not all. I can feel my mind changing, I'm becoming her! Yes! Mmmmh turn me into a bitch, let me melt into you. I wanna be hot, popular and nasty. YESSSSSS!'
Ellen's blue eyes rolled up into her head and when they came back down, they were Mindy's deep brown wicked ones. She laughed at the look of fear in Claire's eyes and forced her head back down into her cleavage.
Claire was drowning in tits, in the scent of her bully. Triggers and submissive instincts long buried returned as Ellen gave her a nice long smothering and then pushed her back onto the floor. No... not Ellen. Not anymore.
'Mindy' grinned as she tugged the zip high enough to support her big breasts and she reached up to her face with pleasure to feel her enhanced features.
Claire panted and wept as the new Mindy walked over to the time capsule and pulled out another object.
It was a black hip harness with a socket - and next to it in the bag was a nine inch long black rubber dildo.
"Mmmmh it's been so long Claire. I can't wait to catch up with you..."
*****
SIX MONTHS LATER
Steve grunted as he pumped Mindy's tight pussy harder and harder from behind, causing her to scream in pleasure and her massive tits to sway and wobble.
In the corner, obediently quiet in her gimp suit, Claire watched with tears in her eyes as her husband took his new slut and complimented her on how much better she was than her.
"Damn Mindy, I'm glad you broke Claire and made her your sub. Getting to fuck you is the greatest gift I ever had."
Mindy grinned, "Mmmmhhh you're such a good boy. Becoming a bully and tempting you to the dark side was such fun. I should have done this twenty years ago - although then again, it just makes it even sweeter to do it now. The real Mindy is probably old and haggard now - this tight pussy is all mine now."
"Fuck baby, you're right. You're so much better than Claire. I love how good your body feels."
"I am better than Claire. Let her raise your kids whilst you and I have fun. She's nothing now and she knows it."
Claire wanted to scream, it was as if 20 years had been reversed and she was the unconfident dork being bullied by Mindy again.
In fact - she was.
And there was nothing she could do to stop it. Mindy had won and Ellen was never coming back.
