āPlease you have to help, I donāt know what happened.ā Zach said in a panic as he greeted his nerdy best friend Jane at the door. He had called Jane to come over quick as something bad had happened but didnāt explain what.
āIf anyone can help I know you can Jane, youāre the smartest girl in school after all.ā He said leading her upstairs to his dad and stepmoms room. They walked in and Jane was taken aback by how different the room was to the rest of the house.
The bedroom was filled with expensive items and looked like it belonged in an upscale mansion while the rest of house was sparse and ugly by comparison. This shouldnāt really of surprised her as she always though Zachās dad Damien prioritised his own comfort over his sons. On the floor in front of the mirror was some sort of flesh coloured rubber pile.
āSo whatās the problem.ā Jane said confused.
Zach walked over to the pile of rubber.
āThis is the problem. This pile is my stepmom!ā Zach said without an ouch of insincerity. āI was having a fight with her and all of a sudden it was like all the air was let out of her.ā Jane walked over to the pile and it did indeed look like his Stepmom Abigail.
āOk is this some sort of prank? I know you donāt like your stepmom and you blame her for turning your dad into a bit of a bastard but this isnāt funny.ā Jane said starting to get concerned.
āItās not a joke! Yes itās true I think my stepmom is just some gold digging slut but I still wouldnāt do wish this upon anyone! Please you have to help me reverse it!ā Zach said pleading with Jane. She could see that he was being honest.
āOk well Iām not sure what we can do exactly.ā She said picking up the rubber suit. At once she felt a strange vibration coarse through her body.
āWell I was hoping you could figure out why it happened and reverse engineer it or something.ā Zach said but Jane didnāt hear any of it. It was like all sound had been sucked out of the room as she held the suit. It continued to pulse through her body but then out of the void she could hear a voice speak to her and only her.
āHello Jane, so good of you to help. Doesnāt my skin feel great to touch? Wouldnāt it feel great to have skin like mine?ā The disembodied voice of Abigail spoke. Jane nodded almost zombie like.
āWouldnāt you like to know how it feels to inhabit my body? To feel how I feel? You can experience what itās like to have big tits and a perfect ass. You can know what it feels like to have every man want you for your body. No more dorky life, no more rejections only pleasure. Doesnāt that sound exquisite?ā Abigail spoke in a sexy purr and again Jane could only nod in agreement.
āThen be a bad little girl and strip off your clothes and slip into my naughty skin.ā She said and Jane proceeded to do as asked. Zach was speechless as his best friend now stood before him completely naked seemingly in a trance. Jane then began to put on the suit legs first. The suit latched onto her skin immediately and Jane could feel her nerve endings become one with suitās.
āOhhhh yessss Jane youāll love becoming a mean bitch. Just think of all the hot dick youāll get looking like me.ā Abigail whispered as Jane felt her body start to merge with the suit.
āMmmmmm yesssss it feels sooooo fucking good.ā She moaned as the suitās clit attached tightly to her own. She wanted to rub it so badly but Abigail told her no.
āYou canāt touch our pussy with those hands of yours. You need my elegant hands and slender fingers to do it.ā Abigail said and Jane complied by slipping her own hands into Abigailās hollowed out arms. Each one of her fingers fit perfectly into Abigailās and tightened snugly. Jane examined her new manicured and long nails like a warrior examines their weapons.
āOh fuck I can do damage with these. They make me feel so dangerous, I love it!ā Jane said cackling to herself. The more of Abigails body she put on the more she felt her old personality become eroded and replaced with Abigailās bitchy attitude. They were becoming one. Next she pulled the suits chest onto her own. Where before she fit snuggly into the suit here she felt a gap where her small breasts couldnāt meet the back of Abigails huge tits.
āOh no what will we do about this? Not to worry.ā Abigails said with tease in her voice. Suddenly Jane could feel the interior of the suit grow to meet her chest. Within seconds she felt it latch onto her erect nipples and fully consume her petite breasts. She couldnāt feel where her tits ended and Abigailās began. She stroked her new breasts with her equally new fingers and moaned in pleasure.
āOh Iāve always wanted tits big enough to jerk a cock off with and now I have breasts gorgeous enough to make men cum on command.ā Jane said as a wicked smile crossed her face.
In the reflection of the mirror she could see Zach staring transfixed at everything that was happening. What was even better was she could see the outline of his erect cock and her new pussy shivered with delight. She had always had a crush on Zach since they were kids. They even used to play house together but knew she would never have a chance with him. He was handsome, strong and caring but she knew he saw her more as a sister. Now though she was challenging him on what he used to think.
āDonāt worry Jane we will have fun with him later but for now how about we finish our transformation. Put on my face. Become me. Become Abigail. Become the bitch youāve secretly always wanted. Let our minds and bodies become one.ā Abigail said and Jane couldnāt put on the rest of the suit faster. The suit had corrupted most of her mind and she was already thinking like a greed obsessed slut but she was eager to finish her descent.
She lifted the head portion of the suit over her own and felt the suit begin to seal up at the back. At first she was filled with a sense of fear as the suit tightened around her body and entomb her forevermore as Abigail but as she and the suit became one a rush of memories and desires filled her mind. Janeās persona got absorbed willingly by Abigailās more dominant and bitchy personality. Fear turned to lust. Lust for money, cock and clothes became her new norm. She cackled to herself as she strode up to the mirror to take in her beauty. She looked upon her body as if for the first time. For part of her it was. It was at once familiar yet foreign.
āMmmmm I feel like a new me. Oh Abigail youāre such a bad bitch.ā She said vainly posing.
āOk Iāve done as you asked. Iāve found you a new host after your last one escaped. Now itās your turn, give me back my dad!ā Zach said behind her suddenly out of his trance and cock no longer erect. Abigail rolled her eyes in indifference to him. Such a boy scout she thought as she walked over to the bedside drawer and took something out that he couldnāt see. She stalked over to him and he cowered before her.
āSo pathetic. So much wasted potential. You could be an arrogant hot stud like your father but instead you waste it all being a nice guy. No wonder Damien came up this plan.ā Abigail said as she took his hand and shoved a ring onto it. Zach recognized it as his fatherās wedding ring.
āI donāt understand? Where is my father?ā He said taking a step back from her.
āYour father is quite brilliant. When he learned my host had changed her mind mind about being a hot little slut he came up with the idea to trick you into finding a new youthful vessel. Of course he decided if I were going to get a new body then he should get one too.ā Abigail said as a sinister smile crossed her lips.
Zach didnāt understand but he didnāt like the sound of it. āThat bitch tricked meā he thought. āThat gold digging sexy slut. No not sexy. Evil. Evil manipulative hot bitch. No what am I saying? Why am I getting turned on?ā Zach couldnāt understand what was going on. His dick felt bigger than usual. His muscles were also feeling bigger, stronger. He felt good like he could do anything, that he could take anything.
āThatās it my boy, doesnāt it feel better to use what I gave you to be bad?ā His father whispered in his head. āLook at your step mother for example. Wouldnāt you like her? Donāt you want to take her? Wouldnāt you like her big cock sucking lips around your cock.ā
Zach nodded. Why shouldnāt he use his natural good looks to his advantage? He could of been a star quarterback with dozens of hot women lining up to suck his dick. Ohhhhhh yessss he thought, he wanted that more than anything now that his father was infecting his brain. Abigail was looking on with delight as Zachās eyes filled up with hunger. She sensed his transformation nearing the end and so left the room to get ready.
āOf course Abigail is used to men and not boys. You are inexperienced, let me help you then she wonāt be able to keep her hands off of you.ā His father enticed.
āYesssss give me all your power, all your memories. I want to make that bitch mine. Make me into the arrogant bastard she needs.ā Zach said allowing his father to completely consume him. He felt his fatherās strength enhance his own. He grew a little older, fully maturing into his looks. His mind now completely controlled by Damien. He grunted and flexed his muscles. Abigail re-entered holding champagne and barely wearing anything. She approached him and this time he didnāt cower.
āOh baby this was the best idea youāve ever had, it deserves a celebration. I canāt wait to have my brains fucked out by you.ā She said handing him a glass while whispering in his ear. Damien hadnāt felt this good in years. He downed the drink in one and tossed the glass aside as he lifted Abigail up with ease and lowered her on his fully upright cock. She moaned like a wanton whore.
āOh fuck Damien your cock feels so good. So big. Cum inside me baby, cum inside me new younger pussy. Mmmmm doesnāt it feel so tight.ā She said purring as she rode his cock like a pro. That night the remade couple fucked for hours and hours. Zach and Jane were now playing house forever.
āHey! You said you were done with me being a woman. You said youād change me back,ā pleaded Ted as her breasts began to grow larger and heavier.
Her lip quivered in fear as she looked down. She was cradling the swelling, growing masses and watched them press furiously against the fabric of her bra, the thick nipples on the verge of slipping into view.
āOh honey,ā Tedās witchy wife said shaking a finger at her while sitting on the edge their bed. āYou wanted to get the full experience of womanhood, yeah? So, for today, Iām thinking youāll live it as a bimbo sex pot. How does that sound?ā
āLike, not cool,ā Ted said puzzled feeling almost drunk while reaching around to feel her expanding butt. āLike, why do I, like, you know? Like, sound like this? I sound like aā¦ā
āClueless big titted slut,ā Tedās wife chimed in, chuckling.
Makeup appeared on Tedās already flawless face, increasing her sexiness. Red smokey eye shadow, long lashes and neon plumping lipstick made her gorgeous face even more stellar. Her hairstyle changed into a wild half shave, half blue dyed job giving her a punkish, hot as hell look.
āHey! Like, Iām totally not a sluā¦,ā Ted couldnāt think straight. Her thoughts were fuzzy.
Ted was having memories of wild sexual experiences flow into her mind. Hundreds of men and women in hundreds of beds with her appeared. Nights filled with wild sex, toys, crazy positions, cunnilingus, anal and multiple partners at once all became real within seconds.
āMmmnnn,ā she cooed uncontrollably while biting her bottom lip. She felt warm all over as the sexual confidence and increased libido poured into her. She felt like cumming right there on the spot.
āLike, I hope you know what you got yourself into, baby,ā she said advancing on her wife. āYou know, you like, turned me into this so I really need to get off with you, like, now!ā She took charge and proceeded to push her down on the bed. She began to bite, lick, tease and shower her with deep kisses.
For the rest of the night, Ted used her hotter body and new found sexual experiences to rock her wifeās world.
I was the world greatest chess grandmaster. I had one of the highest Elo ratings of all time. I was perhaps the greatest chess player on the planet. Then one day, that changed.
My main rival tricked me into drinking what I eventually realized was a bimbofication potion in the party before another tournament. I went home, feeling a little drunk, and then the change hit me. I could feel everything warp. Instead of a fifty-year old academic who hadnāt been to a gym since school, I felt curves growing, long hair expanding from my bald head, my waist cinching inwards. I held my chest in horror as breasts grew, and then started to overfill my palms. I could feel the itch in my head as the potion tried to overwrite all those years of study with an all-consuming interest in the color pink and a thirst for cock.
I tried to resist. Oh god, I tried to resist, but I had never tried to control my body. There was nothing I could do to stop myself turning into a crazily hot 20-year old blonde.
But my mind? Oh, I had spent my whole life training my mind, and it was going to take more that a potion to steal my genius from me. Its magical power against my will? It was no competition. I could feel it crumble like my rival did in that marathon game that ended our last competition.
In the morning, I lay there, exhausted but triumphant. I thought Iād beat the potion, but I couldnāt be sure until I had entered the tournament.
There was laughs as I first appeared, no-one believing this drop-dead blonde with the cleavage was the austere academic they all knew. Eventually, they let me play a game, and the laughing stopped, and an expert nodded. That play? That was his style, exactly.
I won. I won again. Then I won again. All the games were easy. I was starting to think that maybe the potion had the opposite effect and made me smarter when I noticed my fourth opponent staring with pained longing at my curves. It wasnāt that I was playing any better. They were playing much, much worse.
I confronted my rival in my tournament, and it was barely a fight. I started to enjoy myself, seeing him squirm in lust and frustration. He was playing the worst game of his life, and the G-cups that were distracting him were all his fault. I even laughed a little.
Itās been nothing but wins ever since. As I said, before I was one of the contenders for the greatest chess players of all time. Within months after I drank the potion? I was the undisputed best of all time and one of the few things bigger than my bra-size was my ELO rating. I also have another thirty years of life to enjoy it. Itās a happy ending, and Iām enjoying it enormously.
Because Iāll let you into my little secret. All I resisted when I drank the potion was losing my brains. It didnāt stop me from gaining that interest in pink glittery things and a hunger for cock. Thereās nothing I like more than celebrating a big win for arranging this queen to be pincered between a couple of huge knights.
āOh no! My hairās gone pink! Itās the final stage! *giggle* Iām getting, likeā¦ all fuzzy and stuff. *giggle* Like, quick, you have to fuck me, I meanā¦ Lock me up! Like, tie me to the bed and eat me. *giggle* Omigawd, that was kinky. Or I could just strip naked and touch myself for you. Would you like that? Oooooh, then you wouldnāt get the Bimbo Virus, ācause like, you wouldnāt be touching me. But, like, I REALLY want you to touch me. Gawd, Iām so hot. Please? Please fuck me!ā
Okay I all of us need to stop sharing this caption. No one ever sends dares or questions because of it. I challenge anyone to send me a Dare or a Truth.
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