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"OMG, Sis! It totally worked! Gawd, I'm even talking like you."
"See, this is going to be so much fun having a twin sister for 2 weeks."
"Yeah, but won't Mom and Dad be a little pissed off about using magic and stuff?"
"Please, have you seen Mom lately? Or Dad?"
"Yeah."
"Since when does our Mom have tits like that? Or since when does Dad have a beach-bod?"
"OMG! They're using magic on this vacation, too?"
"Oh, yeah. In fact, I think they went way overboard."
"How so?"
"Haven't you noticed Dad using some of Mom's euphemisms? Or how Mom suddenly has mannerisms like Dad?"
"Yeah."
"I think they swapped."
"No way! Really?"
"Oh, yeah. Last night, I heard Mom screaming in orgasm. She never does that."
"That's who was doing that? I thought it was one of the other bungalows. Wow. Dad must be a demon in the sack to make her do that. Speaking of which..."
"What?"
"Well, I've never been a girl before, and all your hormones are really making me..."
"Horny? I thought they might. When we checked in, I saw a couple of hot guys by the pool. What do you say we go introduce ourselves?"
"Okay, but we make a deal. We're a team."
"Oh, if you want one, you have to have both, sort of thing."
"I'm not taking on my first dick alone. I'll need my twin there for support."
"Of course, Babe. Now, let's open that top a little. Ready?"
"Lead the way."
"Oh, and if you see Mom or Dad by yourself, just act like me until we can drop the bomb at dinner."
Forty years old, divorced, gut hanging over his waistband, hair thin as tissue paper. He was scrolling through his phone when the icon appeared. Pink. Sparkly. A cartoon genie winking under lashy eyes.
Genie Z—Make a Wish, Bestie! 💖
"Stupid," Dan muttered. But his thumb pressed it anyway.
Pink smoke poured from his phone. Actual smoke—smelling of bubblegum and vanilla and something electric. Dan scrambled backward as it coalesced into a figure.
A girl. Maybe twenty. Blonde hair in a high ponytail, crop top showing a flat tummy, pink lipstick, chewing gum with her mouth open. Big blue eyes rolling like she was already bored with him. She floated cross-legged above his bed, phone in hand, nails painted sparkly pink.
"O-M-G, hi! I'm Lexi? Your totally personal genie?" She snapped her gum. "I grant, like, one wish, so make it count, bestie!"
Dan stared. "You're—you're real?"
"Duh? What kind of fake genie pops out of a phone at 2 AM?" Lexi examined her nails. "So yeah. Wish. Let's go, I have, like, other clients."
Dan's mind raced. Money? Power? His eyes drifted to the mirror across the room—his receding hairline, his soft middle, the tired lines around his eyes.
"I wish I was permanently young again."
Lexi's smile stretched. Something flickered in her eyes—hunger.
"Granted! 💕"
She snapped her fingers. Pink light exploded outward. Dan tried to scream but his voice—
He woke up in silk.
Silk?
Dan sat up and the world tilted wrong. His centre of gravity was lower. His chest—there was weight there—two heavy mounds pulling at him. His hands flew up and grabbed fistfuls of soft, round—
"What the fuck—"
He threw back the covers. Smooth golden legs. Tiny waist. Hips that flared like an hourglass. And between them, a neat strip of blonde hair above a slit he'd never seen from this angle.
Dan scrambled out of bed and caught his reflection in a full-length mirror. A girl stared back. Twenty-one. High round tits—easily a D-cup—defying gravity. A face like a wet dream. Plump pink lips, big blue eyes, cheekbones that could cut glass. Long blonde hair cascading over bare shoulders.
"LEXI!"
Pink smoke curled in the corner of the room. Lexi materialized, still floating, still chewing gum.
"Happy birthday, Danni! 🎂" She grinned. "You're, like, 21! And you get to live this day forever! Isn't that, like, amazing?"
"Forever?" Dan's voice came out high and breathy—her voice. "You turned me into a girl—"
"You wished to be permanently young! This is, like, permanently young?" Lexi shrugged. "You're gonna be 21 every day forever. You're welcome!"
The door burst open. A maid carried in champagne and strawberries. "Happy birthday, Miss Danni! Your parents left your presents downstairs. The salon team arrives in one hour!"
Dan—Danni—stood there naked. Tits out. Mouth open. Mind reeling.
Lexi giggled. "Have fun, bestie! I'll check in later! 💋"
She vanished in a puff of pink smoke.
Loop 1
Disaster.
Danni tripped down the stairs in heels she didn't know how to walk in. Face-planted into her own birthday cake. Frosting in her hair, icing on her brand-new tits. The party guests—the hot party guests—stared in horror.
She manspread in her birthday dress, flashing her Spanx to the caterers. She called a Birkin bag "nice" and her friend Brittnee looked at her like she'd grown a second head.
"Nice?" Brittnee's face said it all.
Danni went to bed confused, frustrated, and wet. Her body was so sensitive. Every brush of silk against her nipples sent shocks through her. She'd caught herself checking out the pool boy's ass and felt sick.
Then she woke up.
Same silk sheets. Same morning. Same maid with champagne.
Again?
Loop 5
Danni had learned to walk in heels. Put one foot in front of the other, sway the hips, own it. She'd learned her friends—Brittnee, Kaycee, Ashlee—were bitches. Wonderful bitches. And they expected her to be one too.
She'd learned her nipples showed through silk and that was the point.
She'd also learned the pool boy's name was Brad. And that he changed in the cabana around noon. And that he had a cock like a fucking prize.
On loop five, Danni "accidentally" walked in on him. Then not so accidentally dropped to her knees.
"Miss Danni, I—" Brad started.
"Shut up," she said, and took him in her mouth.
Oh God. The taste. The weight on her tongue. The way he swelled and throbbed as she sucked. Her old self would've been disgusted. Her new self was dripping.
She pulled off with a pop. "Fuck me."
Brad didn't need telling twice. He bent her over the cabana lounger and pushed inside her—stretching her open, filling her up, ruining her for anyone else.
"Ooooh... fuck yes—" Danni grabbed the cushion, nails digging in, as Brad's thick cock hit something deep inside her that made her see stars. "Harder—harder—"
She came three times. Three. In twenty minutes. Her old body had been lucky to manage one every few months.
After, lying with Brad's cum leaking out of her, Danni felt something. Not guilt.
Power.
She'd made him hard. Made him beg. With just a look and a pout.
Loop 15
Danni discovered the joy of cruelty.
There was a girl at her party—Megan. Chubby. Bad skin. Cheap dress. A hanger-on who'd somehow scored an invite. Danni's old self would've felt sorry for her.
But watching Kaycee and Ashlee rip into Megan's outfit, watching the girl's face crumple—Danni felt something twist inside her. Hot. Wet. Delicious.
"Nice dress," Danni heard herself say, popping her gum. "Did you get it at... whatever store poor people go to?"
Where did that come from?
Megan ran off crying. And Danni's pussy throbbed.
She followed Megan into the bathroom. Found her sobbing at the mirror.
"Why are you being so mean?" Megan wailed.
Danni leaned in, lips brushing Megan's ear. "Because I can, sweetie."
She went home and masturbated four times that night.
Loop 30
Danni had started planning her cruelty.
Megan wasn't enough. Too easy—too pathetic to really satisfy. So Danni moved on to bigger game.
Brittnee's boyfriend, Chase, had a thing for blonde hair and big tits. Danni had noticed it on loop twelve—the way his eyes lingered on her cleavage, the way he'd find excuses to be near her. Brittnee had noticed too. She was pissed.
On loop thirty, Danni did something about it.
She cornered Chase in Brittnee's bedroom during her own birthday party. Pushed him against the wall. Pressed her body against his.
"You've been staring at my tits all night, Chase," she whispered, rubbing her palm over his growing bulge. "Don't you want to touch them?"
"Danni, Brittnee's right downstairs—"
"So?" She pulled her top down, freeing her tits. They were perfect—round, heavy, pink nipples already hard. "She doesn't have to know."
Chase broke. He grabbed her tits like a starving man, sucking and biting her nipples while Danni moaned and stroked his cock through his jeans.
She rode him on Brittnee's bed. Slowly at first, then faster, grinding her clit against him, watching his face twist with pleasure she was giving him. His hands gripped her perfect ass as she bounced on his cock.
"Tell me I'm better than Brittnee," she demanded.
"Fuck—you're so much better—"
"Louder."
"YOU'RE BETTER THAN BRITTNEE—"
The door opened.
"Danni?! What the—CHASE?!"
Brittnee stood in the doorway, mascara already running. Danni just looked over her shoulder, Chase's cock still buried inside her, and smirked.
"He wanted a real woman, Britt. Sorry not sorry."
Brittnee fled sobbing. Chase kept fucking her.
Danni came so hard she saw God.
Loop 50
Something was happening to Dan.
Not physically—Danni's body was the same perfect specimen it had always been. But mentally... the old Dan was fading.
She couldn't remember his last name anymore. Something with an M? Miller? Mitchell? Gone. She couldn't remember what forty felt like. The back pain, the hair loss—like stories someone had told her once.
What she could remember, vividly, was every way to make a man hard. Every way to destroy a girl's self-esteem. Every position that made her cum the hardest.
She'd fucked Brad. Marco the caterer. Tyler, her "ex" who always showed up hoping to win her back. On loop forty-four, all three at once—Brad in her pussy, Marco in her ass, Tyler in her mouth. She'd cum until she couldn't walk.
She'd learned to deepthroat. To ride. To take it up the ass and beg for more.
She'd learned she loved it.
Lexi appeared that night, floating above the bed as Danni lay satisfied, three loads of cum dripping out of her.
"Having fun, bestie?" Lexi grinned.
Danni—sprawled across the sheets, naked, glowing—just smiled. "The best."
"You're, like, so different from that sad old man who made the wish." Lexi popped her gum. "It's, like, totally an improvement."
Not hidden. Not suppressed. Gone. Like a dream you can't quite remember after waking. There was only Danni now—rich, hot, spoiled, perfect.
Her birthday was the best day of the year—every year—and she knew exactly how to make it perfect.
Step one: Wake up in silk. Let the maid bring champagne, then send it back. "This is Moët, Maria. I told you I only drink Dom Pérignon on my birthday." Watch Maria scramble. Power.
Step two: The salon. Get everything done—hair, nails, the works. Let the stylists fawn over her. She was their best client. She tipped well but never let them forget who was in charge.
Step three: Shopping. Her parents' black card was hers. Buy everything. The looks on the other girls' faces when she walked out with bags they couldn't afford—chef's kiss.
Step four: The party. Make Megan cry. Make Brittnee jealous. Fuck whoever she wanted—sometimes two somebodies. Destroy at least one relationship just for fun.
Step five: End the night in her huge bed, exhausted and satisfied, already excited to do it again.
She didn't question it anymore. She didn't want to question it.
Loop 100
Danni woke up on her hundredth birthday and everything clicked.
She stretched—arms above her head, back arching, tits pushing up perfectly. Every cell in her body hummed with power and beauty and pure, unfiltered bitch energy.
Maria came in with champagne. Dom Pérignon this time—Maria had learned.
"Happy birthday, Miss Danni!"
Danni took the glass without looking at her. "Mmhm. The salon team better be here in forty-five minutes. And tell them I want the full treatment—my hair needs to be perfect tonight."
She sipped her champagne.
Pink smoke curled in the corner. Lexi materialized, floating cross-legged, grinning.
"Happy 100th birthday, bestie! 💖"
Danni didn't flinch. "Hey, Lexi."
"O-M-G, you're, like, so different now?" Lexi circled her, examining. "Remember when you were, like, 'waah, you turned me into a girl'? And now look at you!"
Danni smirked. "I look hot."
"You look perfect." Lexi landed on the bed, tucking her legs under her. "So. I have, like, news?"
"News?"
"You've, like, graduated? You've mastered being a 21-year-old mean girl? So I'm, like, upgrading your gift?" Lexi snapped her fingers. "Instead of living the same day forever... you get to live the same year forever! 🎉"
Danni's eyes widened. "A whole year?"
"A whole year of birthdays and shopping and fucking and ruining!" Lexi clapped her hands. "You can, like, really destroy people now! Not just one day—seasons of destruction!"
Danni felt a pulse of pure pleasure between her legs. A whole year. A whole year of power.
She slid her hand under the sheets and touched herself—fingers sliding through her slick folds, circling her clit—thinking about all the lives she was going to destroy. All the boys she was going to ride. All the girls she was going to break.
"Mmmmmh... fuck yes..."
Lexi watched, delighted. "You're, like, my greatest creation, Danni. I'm so proud of you."
Danni laughed—high, cruel, delighted—and came on her own fingers.
She brought them to her lips and sucked them clean.
Forty years old, divorced, gut hanging over his waistband, hair thin as tissue paper. He was scrolling through his phone when the icon appeared. Pink. Sparkly. A cartoon genie winking under lashy eyes.
Genie Z—Make a Wish, Bestie! 💖
"Stupid," Dan muttered. But his thumb pressed it anyway.
Pink smoke poured from his phone. Actual smoke—smelling of bubblegum and vanilla and something electric. Dan scrambled backward as it coalesced into a figure.
A girl. Maybe twenty. Blonde hair in a high ponytail, crop top showing a flat tummy, pink lipstick, chewing gum with her mouth open. Big blue eyes rolling like she was already bored with him. She floated cross-legged above his bed, phone in hand, nails painted sparkly pink.
"O-M-G, hi! I'm Lexi? Your totally personal genie?" She snapped her gum. "I grant, like, one wish, so make it count, bestie!"
Dan stared. "You're—you're real?"
"Duh? What kind of fake genie pops out of a phone at 2 AM?" Lexi examined her nails. "So yeah. Wish. Let's go, I have, like, other clients."
Dan's mind raced. Money? Power? His eyes drifted to the mirror across the room—his receding hairline, his soft middle, the tired lines around his eyes.
"I wish I was permanently young again."
Lexi's smile stretched. Something flickered in her eyes—hunger.
"Granted! 💕"
She snapped her fingers. Pink light exploded outward. Dan tried to scream but his voice—
He woke up in silk.
Silk?
Dan sat up and the world tilted wrong. His centre of gravity was lower. His chest—there was weight there—two heavy mounds pulling at him. His hands flew up and grabbed fistfuls of soft, round—
"What the fuck—"
He threw back the covers. Smooth golden legs. Tiny waist. Hips that flared like an hourglass. And between them, a neat strip of blonde hair above a slit he'd never seen from this angle.
Dan scrambled out of bed and caught his reflection in a full-length mirror. A girl stared back. Twenty-one. High round tits—easily a D-cup—defying gravity. A face like a wet dream. Plump pink lips, big blue eyes, cheekbones that could cut glass. Long blonde hair cascading over bare shoulders.
"LEXI!"
Pink smoke curled in the corner of the room. Lexi materialized, still floating, still chewing gum.
"Happy birthday, Danni! 🎂" She grinned. "You're, like, 21! And you get to live this day forever! Isn't that, like, amazing?"
"Forever?" Dan's voice came out high and breathy—her voice. "You turned me into a girl—"
"You wished to be permanently young! This is, like, permanently young?" Lexi shrugged. "You're gonna be 21 every day forever. You're welcome!"
The door burst open. A maid carried in champagne and strawberries. "Happy birthday, Miss Danni! Your parents left your presents downstairs. The salon team arrives in one hour!"
Dan—Danni—stood there naked. Tits out. Mouth open. Mind reeling.
Lexi giggled. "Have fun, bestie! I'll check in later! 💋"
She vanished in a puff of pink smoke.
Loop 1
Disaster.
Danni tripped down the stairs in heels she didn't know how to walk in. Face-planted into her own birthday cake. Frosting in her hair, icing on her brand-new tits. The party guests—the hot party guests—stared in horror.
She manspread in her birthday dress, flashing her Spanx to the caterers. She called a Birkin bag "nice" and her friend Brittnee looked at her like she'd grown a second head.
"Nice?" Brittnee's face said it all.
Danni went to bed confused, frustrated, and wet. Her body was so sensitive. Every brush of silk against her nipples sent shocks through her. She'd caught herself checking out the pool boy's ass and felt sick.
Then she woke up.
Same silk sheets. Same morning. Same maid with champagne.
Again?
Loop 5
Danni had learned to walk in heels. Put one foot in front of the other, sway the hips, own it. She'd learned her friends—Brittnee, Kaycee, Ashlee—were bitches. Wonderful bitches. And they expected her to be one too.
She'd learned her nipples showed through silk and that was the point.
She'd also learned the pool boy's name was Brad. And that he changed in the cabana around noon. And that he had a cock like a fucking prize.
On loop five, Danni "accidentally" walked in on him. Then not so accidentally dropped to her knees.
"Miss Danni, I—" Brad started.
"Shut up," she said, and took him in her mouth.
Oh God. The taste. The weight on her tongue. The way he swelled and throbbed as she sucked. Her old self would've been disgusted. Her new self was dripping.
She pulled off with a pop. "Fuck me."
Brad didn't need telling twice. He bent her over the cabana lounger and pushed inside her—stretching her open, filling her up, ruining her for anyone else.
"Ooooh... fuck yes—" Danni grabbed the cushion, nails digging in, as Brad's thick cock hit something deep inside her that made her see stars. "Harder—harder—"
She came three times. Three. In twenty minutes. Her old body had been lucky to manage one every few months.
After, lying with Brad's cum leaking out of her, Danni felt something. Not guilt.
Power.
She'd made him hard. Made him beg. With just a look and a pout.
Loop 15
Danni discovered the joy of cruelty.
There was a girl at her party—Megan. Chubby. Bad skin. Cheap dress. A hanger-on who'd somehow scored an invite. Danni's old self would've felt sorry for her.
But watching Kaycee and Ashlee rip into Megan's outfit, watching the girl's face crumple—Danni felt something twist inside her. Hot. Wet. Delicious.
"Nice dress," Danni heard herself say, popping her gum. "Did you get it at... whatever store poor people go to?"
Where did that come from?
Megan ran off crying. And Danni's pussy throbbed.
She followed Megan into the bathroom. Found her sobbing at the mirror.
"Why are you being so mean?" Megan wailed.
Danni leaned in, lips brushing Megan's ear. "Because I can, sweetie."
She went home and masturbated four times that night.
Loop 30
Danni had started planning her cruelty.
Megan wasn't enough. Too easy—too pathetic to really satisfy. So Danni moved on to bigger game.
Brittnee's boyfriend, Chase, had a thing for blonde hair and big tits. Danni had noticed it on loop twelve—the way his eyes lingered on her cleavage, the way he'd find excuses to be near her. Brittnee had noticed too. She was pissed.
On loop thirty, Danni did something about it.
She cornered Chase in Brittnee's bedroom during her own birthday party. Pushed him against the wall. Pressed her body against his.
"You've been staring at my tits all night, Chase," she whispered, rubbing her palm over his growing bulge. "Don't you want to touch them?"
"Danni, Brittnee's right downstairs—"
"So?" She pulled her top down, freeing her tits. They were perfect—round, heavy, pink nipples already hard. "She doesn't have to know."
Chase broke. He grabbed her tits like a starving man, sucking and biting her nipples while Danni moaned and stroked his cock through his jeans.
She rode him on Brittnee's bed. Slowly at first, then faster, grinding her clit against him, watching his face twist with pleasure she was giving him. His hands gripped her perfect ass as she bounced on his cock.
"Tell me I'm better than Brittnee," she demanded.
"Fuck—you're so much better—"
"Louder."
"YOU'RE BETTER THAN BRITTNEE—"
The door opened.
"Danni?! What the—CHASE?!"
Brittnee stood in the doorway, mascara already running. Danni just looked over her shoulder, Chase's cock still buried inside her, and smirked.
"He wanted a real woman, Britt. Sorry not sorry."
Brittnee fled sobbing. Chase kept fucking her.
Danni came so hard she saw God.
Loop 50
Something was happening to Dan.
Not physically—Danni's body was the same perfect specimen it had always been. But mentally... the old Dan was fading.
She couldn't remember his last name anymore. Something with an M? Miller? Mitchell? Gone. She couldn't remember what forty felt like. The back pain, the hair loss—like stories someone had told her once.
What she could remember, vividly, was every way to make a man hard. Every way to destroy a girl's self-esteem. Every position that made her cum the hardest.
She'd fucked Brad. Marco the caterer. Tyler, her "ex" who always showed up hoping to win her back. On loop forty-four, all three at once—Brad in her pussy, Marco in her ass, Tyler in her mouth. She'd cum until she couldn't walk.
She'd learned to deepthroat. To ride. To take it up the ass and beg for more.
She'd learned she loved it.
Lexi appeared that night, floating above the bed as Danni lay satisfied, three loads of cum dripping out of her.
"Having fun, bestie?" Lexi grinned.
Danni—sprawled across the sheets, naked, glowing—just smiled. "The best."
"You're, like, so different from that sad old man who made the wish." Lexi popped her gum. "It's, like, totally an improvement."
Not hidden. Not suppressed. Gone. Like a dream you can't quite remember after waking. There was only Danni now—rich, hot, spoiled, perfect.
Her birthday was the best day of the year—every year—and she knew exactly how to make it perfect.
Step one: Wake up in silk. Let the maid bring champagne, then send it back. "This is Moët, Maria. I told you I only drink Dom Pérignon on my birthday." Watch Maria scramble. Power.
Step two: The salon. Get everything done—hair, nails, the works. Let the stylists fawn over her. She was their best client. She tipped well but never let them forget who was in charge.
Step three: Shopping. Her parents' black card was hers. Buy everything. The looks on the other girls' faces when she walked out with bags they couldn't afford—chef's kiss.
Step four: The party. Make Megan cry. Make Brittnee jealous. Fuck whoever she wanted—sometimes two somebodies. Destroy at least one relationship just for fun.
Step five: End the night in her huge bed, exhausted and satisfied, already excited to do it again.
She didn't question it anymore. She didn't want to question it.
Loop 100
Danni woke up on her hundredth birthday and everything clicked.
She stretched—arms above her head, back arching, tits pushing up perfectly. Every cell in her body hummed with power and beauty and pure, unfiltered bitch energy.
Maria came in with champagne. Dom Pérignon this time—Maria had learned.
"Happy birthday, Miss Danni!"
Danni took the glass without looking at her. "Mmhm. The salon team better be here in forty-five minutes. And tell them I want the full treatment—my hair needs to be perfect tonight."
She sipped her champagne.
Pink smoke curled in the corner. Lexi materialized, floating cross-legged, grinning.
"Happy 100th birthday, bestie! 💖"
Danni didn't flinch. "Hey, Lexi."
"O-M-G, you're, like, so different now?" Lexi circled her, examining. "Remember when you were, like, 'waah, you turned me into a girl'? And now look at you!"
Danni smirked. "I look hot."
"You look perfect." Lexi landed on the bed, tucking her legs under her. "So. I have, like, news?"
"News?"
"You've, like, graduated? You've mastered being a 21-year-old mean girl? So I'm, like, upgrading your gift?" Lexi snapped her fingers. "Instead of living the same day forever... you get to live the same year forever! 🎉"
Danni's eyes widened. "A whole year?"
"A whole year of birthdays and shopping and fucking and ruining!" Lexi clapped her hands. "You can, like, really destroy people now! Not just one day—seasons of destruction!"
Danni felt a pulse of pure pleasure between her legs. A whole year. A whole year of power.
She slid her hand under the sheets and touched herself—fingers sliding through her slick folds, circling her clit—thinking about all the lives she was going to destroy. All the boys she was going to ride. All the girls she was going to break.
"Mmmmmh... fuck yes..."
Lexi watched, delighted. "You're, like, my greatest creation, Danni. I'm so proud of you."
Danni laughed—high, cruel, delighted—and came on her own fingers.
She brought them to her lips and sucked them clean.
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“Excuse me. Who are you and what are you doing in my bathroom? Are you a friend of my daughter’s?”
“Oh, boy…aren’t you at a business retreat for the next four days, Lucy?”
“I was supposed to be, but half the staff got COVID. Wait, how do you know my name?”
“Oh, boy…this is going to get awkward.”
“Listen, lady, I don’t know who you are or why you’re in my house, but you’ve got 5 seconds to start explaining yourself before I call the cops.”
"There's no other way to say this, so I'll just say it. Amanda got me hooked on Elixir."
"Elixir? That fake news slut drug?"
"It's not fake news, Lucy. It's real. Amanda has been taking it for seven months with her boyfriend, Nick. I caught Nick and Mandie fucking like rabbits a few months ago."
"You caught them? Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm Audrey, Aaron's Elixir persona."
"What? My Aaron?"
"After I caught them, they held me down and made me overdose on Elixir. It brought Audrey out."
"No! This isn't possible. You're some slutty friend of my daughter's, or you're fucking my husband. Either way, get the fuck out of my house."
"For your five-year anniversary, you wanted to surprise Aaron by doing anal. Unfortunately, you got the toy you'd been training your ass hole with stuck in your anus. You spent the night in the ER getting it removed. Aaron never left your side, and he swore never to mention it again."
"Holy shit! Aaron?"
"Audrey."
"Oh, Boy..."
"Lucy, don't worry."
"Don't worry? Don't worry! My slut daughter got my husband addicted to a slut drug and now there's a slut standing in my bathroom dressed to go trolling for dick!"
"That was the plan, yeah. But..."
"But what!"
"You're home."
"So?"
"I swing both ways. Let's stay in. I could fuck you for hours and make you cum so hard you see God."
I am so lost now. I don’t know what to do anymore? For a few days, I was alright. Being inside Amanda’s body was weird, but I was dealing with it. It took me a little bit to get used to her walk. I wasn’t used to my hips swaying that much or the jiggle on my chest from having breasts. I was so busy trying to figure out how I’d merged my wife and I together, I forgot about the outside world. Then Bryant came to check on me, or so I thought…
“I take it Luke is caught up with one of his inventions again.”
“Oh, god, Bryant. Yeah, I…he…”
“Good.”
Before I could say anything else, my best friend, the best man at my wedding, and godfather to my daughter, closed the distance between us and kissed me. It wasn’t the quick impulse of a man taking a chance. It was the deep, ravenous, all consuming kiss of a man who desperately missed his lover. The part that shocked me was my body’s response.
In a situation like this, I would expect my logical brain to override my shock and awe over being kissed by my best friend. But my…Amanda’s body, reacted on such a primal level it shut down all rational thought. My arms flew around his neck and I pulled him closer. I needed to feel his body against mine. I needed to smell him on me like an animal marking its mate. The kiss lasted forever and was done too quickly. My body ached for his lips again and I let out a protesting whimper as he stood a step back.
“Will he be back soon?”
“No.”
It came out it as a forbidden whisper, as if by talking any louder would conjure Luke and force Bryant away from me.
“Then I’ve got time to do what I’ve wanted to do since February.”
February? What had they done in February? I remember Luke was at an inventors conference for a week. Had we? Wait, no. I’m Luke. I’m in Amanda’s body. And Bryant is going to…
Bryant scooped me up like I weighed nothing and took me to the bedroom. My heart was beating so hard I thought it was going to come out of my chest. Was this really happening? Were my wife and best friend having an affair? I need to stop this. I need to tell Bryant what happened. I need…him to stop looking at me like that. There was a hunger and a passion in his eyes that I’d never seen in another human before. There was also something I did not expect to see. I saw love. Not flirtatious, not adulterous, not forbidden; eternal love. Love that would outlive the end of the cosmos. When the universe collapsed and nothing remained, the love from the man looking at me would remain.
I didn’t know it, but I was giving him the same look. It’s why I couldn’t say anything or stop him as he slowly undressed me. As each layer of discarded clothing revealed an inch of skin, Bryant’s lips were there to meet it. I closed my eyes and sighed as he undressed and kissed all of me. I’d never been so aroused in my life. I needed him to never stop doing that. I needed him to worship my body for the rest of my life.
I got my wish as he lay me down in my marriage bed and slowly took off his own clothes. I found my mouth watering as I watched him. I wanted to taste every inch of his flesh. I wanted to run my tongue over the defined abs that guided my vision to the most perfect and erect cock I’d ever seen. As a man in mind, I should be recoiling at the sight of his erect cock. My body and…spirit craved to feel that against me and inside me.
“All in good time, My Love.”
He could see the look in my eyes and he could read my mind as he sank into the bed beside me. My body, my mind, and my soul were colliding at a million miles an hour and ricocheted into a billion different directions. My mind told me to run, to fight, to hide. My body ached to feel his body against mine. My soul, if such a thing exists was in chaos. I could feel the external connection that Amanda and Bryant shared. If such a thing as soulmates existed, they were it. Even though my mind was in Amanda’s body, her soul was calling to her lover from the ether.
Our lips met again and his hands glided and caressed over my naked body. It was the sensual need of a lover who had gone too long without feeling his lover in his arms. His hands touched every part of my body and where his hands went his lips followed. There was no rush in his exploration of my body. He wanted to know each part of me as intimately as possible.
By the time his lips kissed my sex, my body was already burning with insane desire. His mouth and tongue kissed the most intimate part of my body and his hands never stopped caressing me. I moaned and cried out as he pushed my body to further heights. Just when I thought I would tip over and crash, he’d change one small thing that pushed me a little further.
“Bryant.”
I whimpered his name, pleading for him to push me over the edge. I didn’t know up from down, right from wrong, I just needed him to give me the final release. I could feel his lips curve into a smile before his mouth sucked my swollen clit into his mouth and his tongue languidly rasped over it’s tender tip. That one fluid motion pushed me into the tumbling abyss of the most cosmic orgasm in creation. My mind shattered as Amanda’s soul reveled in her lovers delight and glory. My body arched impossibly before collapsing in a heap. Bryant’s mouth never let go. He rode my orgasm latched onto my clit and sucked every ounce of pleasure he could from it. Then the universe went dark. The void of nothingness filled my being as my body came down from its eternal existence.
My eyes shot open and universe flooded into my being as I felt Bryant’s cock slowly fill my vagina. When I first saw it, my mind was apprehensive. I didn’t think Amanda’s body could take all of it. As Bryant slid into me, I knew that my body was made to sheath him. There was no pain or discomfort as he filled me. Only pleasure and feeling my lover return home filled me. This is where he belonged. This is where I wanted him for the rest of my life.
I caressed Bryant’s face and kissed him tenderly on the lips. From several minutes we stared into each other’s eyes. I felt Amanda’s soul cocoon mine as I looked into my lover’s eyes. I knew she loved Luke. I knew it killed her to do this to him. But there was no denying that her and Bryant belonged together. Time, Fate, God, the Universe, or whatever you believed in meant for these two souls to belong to one another.
As Bryant made love to me that afternoon, I felt my soul and Amanda’s converge and become one. I knew I could never go back to being Luke. I knew I could never split Amanda apart from me, our beings were too intertwined now. I also knew that I love Bryant. Luke could slowly simmer in rage at the betrayal, but I knew I never could. I knew I had to figure out this new life. I had to figure out Luke, Amanda, Bryant…my daughter Lisa. What do I do now?
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...
Loren woke up feeling great. Last night had been incredible. She had never felt so turned on as she had when she had bullied and destroyed Bella. She kept replying her nerdification of her sister, remembering how hot it had been to transform Bella into a dorky nobody. Bella had seemed genuinely broken. Loren wondered... she hadn't gone... too far... had she?
It was hard to explain how wet it had made her to be so evil and mean. Her new body seemed to respond positively to cruelty and evil. The meaner and bitchier she was, the harder she could orgasm. It gave her the incentive to be truly mean and she had so far taken it as far as she could. In fact, she wanted more. She wanted
After her fun with her sister, she had removed her makeup and slipped into sexy silk PJ's. She had masturbated herself to sleep, her wet pussy and her fingers tired as she fell into delicious dreams of sex. Next door she could hear her Mom getting fucked like an animal. It made her want to be fucked too.
She couldn't help but smile at the thought. It was strange. Lawrence had been straight, but she was DEFINITELY into men. Her horny young mind was actually pretty cock-obsessed. The changes to her body and mind the app had made had really done a number on her.
Now it was Monday morning and it was time for school. Loren was ready for a shower, but first, grabbing her phone, she unlocked it and opened her Brat App. It was pleasing to see the points she had unlocked by draining Bella were still waiting to be used. She had SO many ideas for them.
She checked the timer. There was only seven hours left. Seven hours before she had to access the refund or be stuck this way forever. It would pretty much coincide with the end of the school day. She'd have her opportunity to experience one glorious day at school, then she'd have to go back to being a man.
Well if she wanted to turn back of course. She did want to turn back right?
Loren decided not to think about that. Instead she slipped into the shower and lathered and washed her perfect body. She then blow dried her hair and sitting at her vanity table began to do her makeup.
She did all these feminine things as if she were used to them - as if they were things she had always done. The Brat App had changed her and given her the memories and knowledge she needed to be a spoiled little bitch. It all came so naturally to her now... the thick mascara, the sexy lipgloss, the bodyspray and perfume.
It felt so fucking nice to be so feminine.
She was on cloud nine.
Walking to her wardrobe Loren opened the door and grinned as she pulled out her Cheerleading uniform. Today was practice so she got to wear this slutty little number. Feeling like the Queen Bee she was, she slid the uniform on and tied a cute matching bow in her hair.
"Time to destroy some fucking losers," she purred nastily admiring herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe how delicious it felt to be an Alpha Girl.
Emerging from her room, Loren skipped easily down the stairs. Her body was light, flexible and elegant. She moved now with a dancers grace and weighed hardly anything. She enjoyed how young and strong her perfect body was. She couldn't wait to use it to fuck.
Yes... she needed to fuck. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She wanted a man and she wanted him today. After all, soon she wouldn't have the opportunity. It had to be today.
Bethany was sitting at the breakfast table eating a yoghurt. She looked incredible. Loren couldn't help but admire her Mom's massive tits and the tight dress that showed off every curve. Her Mom looked expensive, bitchy and mean. Loren was so proud to be her daughter.
"Loren darling, you look perfect as always. Come here and give me a kiss."
Loren walked over and Bethany embraced her daughter proudly. "Remember dear, anyone who gets in your way... destroy them. Fuck those losers up. I want you to be especially mean today."
"Yes Mom," giggled Loren.
"Eugh, here comes your USELESS sister," sighed Bethany as with a clumsy clatter, Bella tumbled down the stairs. Loren laughed, her face a mask of amusement as she regarded the clumsy unfeminine tomboy she had created. Bella was such a fucking loser.
That's your daughter... why are you so turned on destroying your own daughter. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Loren's lips twisted into a smile. Mmmmmh, just thinking about how wrong it was made her wet. What was happening to her? Why was she so fucking perverted? Was she becoming more evil as the countdown ticked away? Part of her hoped so...
"Mommy, isn't a shame you don't only have one daughter? Wouldn't you prefer it if I was the only feminine one in the house?"
"Of course I would my dear," purred Bethany. "It sickens me to see how useless your sister is. She's a disapointment to this family and to me. I'd do anything to take her femininity away from her."
Loren giggled as she pulled out her phone. "It's funny you should say that Mommy."
Bethany saw the phone in Loren's hands and her face widened with panic. "No... please... Loren, what are you going to do now?"
Loren laughed as she opened the Brat App and begun to push buttons. "You don't deserve to be a girl. Let's see how you prefer being my loser brother."
"NOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Bella as her body suddenly burned with fire. The power of the Brat App was transforming her again, only this time stealing what remained of her femininity and turning her into a boy. She sobbed and groaned as her very identity was twisted and destroyed, remade by Loren's malicious desires.
"Mmmmh that's so fucking hawt," groaned Loren as she watched in glee. Bethany sat uncaring as her real daughter was transformed and her former husband, became her only daughter. The Brat App was already adjusting her memories and perception so she would think things had always been this way.
Panting, Billy picked himself up off the floor. The spotty, clumsy nerd turned his now masculine hands over in horror and running to the window, caught sight of himself in a mirror. He was fully male now. He was a boy.
"There... isn't that better Billy? I've freed you from the burden of being a girl. This family only has room for one daughter and that's now me."
"You're a monster," gasped Billy. "I can't believe you used to be my Father. Why are you doing this?"
"Because I can. Mmmmmh, because it feels so fucking good," leered Loren. She took a bite of toast and then casually threw the rest into the bin. She was a cheerleader, she didn't do breakfast.
"See you later loser - I need to get to school."
Billy watched as his sexy sister swayed out of the room laughing at the chaos she had caused.
***
Billy nervously pushed open the door to the school and walked into the hall. Rows of lockers covered the walls and students were going back and forth getting what they needed for the day.
Back when he had been a girl, Billy had a locker with his popular friends up at the top end... but now he was a scrawny loser things had changed.
Billy's locker was now a battered piece of shit at the bottom end. He was a nerd, a nobody... not like his popular sister.
Loren was at the other end of the hallway, her arms wrapped around Chet - the hottest boy at school. Chet was so fucking cool. He was rich, handsome, fit and successful. As he watched Loren drape herself over Chet, Billy felt a surge of rage and hatred. Chet was the boy he had a crush on and he had intended to get with him once he had used the brat app to make himself popular.
Much to his horror, Billy realised Loren had left his sexual preferences intact. Even though he was now male, he still was attracted to boys. Chet remained his dream hunk - only now he had no chance of ever getting him.
He couldn't believe what an evil fucking bitch Loren was. How had his own father become so mean?
What was going to happen next?
Billy didn't want to find out...
He watched as Loren and Chet approached and his heart sank. He had a feeling this was going to be bad...
Blowing a big wet bubble from her slutty pink lips, Loren giggled and watched the timer on her phone counting down. She still had nearly a whole day yet. It was still only moments since she had transformed.
It really was lucky that Brat App had a refund option, lucky that she could return to her male form anytime she wanted. After all - that was what she wanted... right?
This was just wish fulfillment. A chance to see how it felt to live as a slutty, mean, teenage bitch. Loren wasn't planning to stay this way for much longer. She'd have to go back to being Lawrence, being a responsible adult eventually. Wouldn't she?
Glancing out of the window, Loren's lips twitched into a smile as she watched Bethany riding big dick, her massive tits bouncing with every thrust.
Then again, it looked like Loren's new Mommy was enjoying her transformation. Maybe when Loren changed back into Lawrence she could somehow arrange for Bethany to stay the way she was now.
But right now, she had things to do and she still had plenty of time to enjoy herself.
Like finally having some fun with Bella. After all, it was the other girls fault that this had all happened in the first place and Loren was curious to have a little heart to heart with her 'sister'.
Admiring her sexy nails, Loren tossed back her silky blonde hair and standing up admired her perfect body. She was slender and toned, curvy in all the right places. Her clothing was tight and flirty, her makeup bold and bubblegum pink. She smelt of vanilla and when she moved she jangled with jewellery. She was every inch a pink, popular princess.
You are such a toxic fucking bitch and you love it.
Loren couldn't disagree with the gloating voice in her head. After all, it was right and it made her wet and horny to think about how evil she now was.
That's right bitch. You can do whatever you want because when you activate the refund everything will go back to normal and no one will remember what you did.
Loren's eyes widened as she considered this. That's right. She could be totally evil and give into every depraved whim she wanted, no one would ever know.
Yessssss, you wanna be bad Loren. You wanna be soooo fucking evil that you can't stop cumming your little bitchy panties. You know what would be really hot? To bully and destroy Bella. She's such a little brat, but you can cut her down to size. Won't it feel good to make the little loser suffer?
Loren groaned. She blew a big wet bubble, her manicured hands rubbing her crotch where a wet patch had appeared.
It was so wrong but the thought of bullying and destroying Bella was making Loren horny. After all in this new reality Bella wasn't Loren's daughter - she was her pathetic sister. She could do what she wanted to her.
And best of all you'll earn more brat points to use in the app. Being mean and toxic earns sooooo many points. You can make more changes to your status, your personality. You can become more evil and bratty. Wouldn't that feel good?
Loren groaned, her panties soaked now as the voice in her head sank poision deeper into her thoughts. Yessss, she needed to replenish her brat points. There was still so much she could do with the power. So much she could BECOME.
"I'm going to destroy that fucking loser," she gasped her eyes fluttering in orgasmic pleasure. "I need it... I need to be bad."
Good girl. You're so close now. So fucking close.
Loren began to cum...
***
Bella screamed.
Squeezing her eyes tight shut, she opened them again but the hideous image that she had just seen returned. The image of a loser. The image of who she used to be.
"No, this can't be happening," she panted.
A few months ago Bella had downloaded a magical app to her phone. Brat App. She had always wanted to be more popular, more beautiful and the app had given her what she wanted. She had begun using the app, spending the initial free points to make herself a little more bitchy and attractive.
With the upgrades to her personality, she'd been able to earn more brat points. Slowly, month by month she'd made gradual improvements to her appearance, status and personality. She had become more and more the hot, spoiled, brat she longed to be.
Eventually Bella had become tired of the gradual changes. She'd decided to save up all the points she would need and then transform in one fell swoop. She had been so close. So close to becoming a hot mega-bitch, and then her Dad had confiscated her phone.
And now... now all of her points had been removed. It was as if she had never had the app in the first place. She didn't understand.
*CRASH*
The door to Bella's bedroom crashed open and Bella's mouth fell open as a blonde Goddess walked in with a smirk on her face.
At first she had no idea who this bitch was, but as she laid eyes on the girl, she suddenly knew who she was. Loren... her sister.
"Wh... what the hell?" gasped Bella as a slew of memories she knew were not real flooded her mind. Loren... Loren was her sister. Her popular, beautiful, more talented and attractive sister. The sister she admired and was jealous of. The sister who bullied her and made her feel inferior.
"N..nooooo," she groaned grabbing her head.
"Like, ohhhh yeah," purred Loren as she watched Bella fighting the memories. "Don't worry loser, I used the app to safeguard your original memories as well as give you new ones. Until I decide otherwise you'll remember the way things used to be as well as the way they are now."
"W..who are you?" gasped Bella her head throbbing painfully. "N... nooo, Dad?"
Loren laughed with glee. "That's right you dumb little bitch. I spent ALL your brat points giving myself this tight little body and all the popularity you ever craved. Mmmmh and I'm sooooo not done yet. I want more and I want to make you fucking suffer too."
Bella gawped at the triumphant blonde bitch in front of her.
"B...but why? I'm your daughter."
"Hahah not anymore you pathetic reject. I'm your hot bitchy sister now and I fucking despise you. I don't know why, but it's just soooo fucking hot to bully you. The more I do it, the more addictive it feels. And best of all it earns shit loads of brat points. I need to recharge the app and get more points so I can change more stuff."
She pulled out her phone and waved it casually around as she smirked triumphantly. It was the only opening Bella needed.
Bella suddenly rushed at Loren and grabbed the phone off the surprised looking girl. She could end this now with a few pushes of a...
The screen was locked and Loren was laughing.
"Haha, I knew you'd try that. The phone is locked to MY biometrics you dumb bitch AND I added a PIN number to Brat App. You can't access the app without my permission and of course I'm not going to give it."
Loren grabbed her phone back with an almost inhumanely fast reaction and pushed Bella hard. She staggered back and crashed into a table, falling to the floor. Loren towered over her.
"Oh and by the way, if you DO ever try that again, I'll fucking really hurt you. I'm stronger, faster and more powerful than you now."
As if to prove it, she knelt down and pinned Bella's arms behind her back. Bella struggled but it was like being held in metal cuffs. She couldn't even move. Loren giggled as she blew a big wet bubble and then taking her gum pushed it deep into Bella's hair so it tangled and caught in her brown locks.
"This is just the beginning loser. I'm going to take everything from you. No one will even remember the original reality, except you and me. I want you to suffer and making you live in a world that I have created and you can't escape from is gonna be so hot. In fact, lets get started."
Standing up, Loren looked down at the sobbing Bella, her hair sticky with bubblegum and her eyes streaming with tears. "Fuck it makes my pussy so fucking wet to see you cry. I LOVE it," she grinned, her nipples as hard as bullets.
Opening Brat App, she smiled as she saw her points total had risen considerably. But she still needed more and she knew how to get it.
"One way to get points is to reduce another persons attributes into the negative. So if I like open you in the app and for instance reduce your breast size to zero, I'll get some points to spend."
Bella screamed as her chest suddenly ached. Her B cup tits weren't that big anyway. but now they were shrinking! She groaned as she became as flat as a washboard and completely boyish looking.
"And if we drain your ass and hips too, you'll look SOOO much better," gloated Loren as she watched with glee as her sister groaned and lost her womanly curves.
"Hmmm and what's this? A popularity slider? How about we slide you over into the negative. Make you into a complete dork that everyone hates."
"Noooo please don't," screamed Bella but it was too late.
Her body burned and she felt her eyesight blur. Thick bottle top glasses popped over the bridge of her nose as spots broke out all over her once clear skin. Her eyebrows joined in a mono-brow as her hair became greasy and her teeth became wonky and jutting out like a hamster. Her hair became an embarrasing bowl cut with a dorky fringe. She looked like a total loser now.
"Oh my fucking God," laughed Loren, her breathing heavy. She was obviously aroused and towering over her sister she seemed almost orgasmic in her pleasure.
"Fuck yessss, you're pathetic. Look at you, such a fucking dork. Hahahah this is so hawt, I love it. I'm fucking hot and popular and you're a nobody. A FUCKING NOBODY! HAHAHAHA!"
"Mmmmh, I haven't even got started properly yet 'Sis'. This is just the beginning. Get some rest. Tomorrow is a school day and I'm going to have SO much fun in my new body and seeing just how pathetic your life is now."
Bella began to cry even harder and Loren groaned as she got even wetter...
"Fuckkk I could almost cum right now seeing you crawl around on the floor, a pathetic broken dork. Be thankful I haven't made any more changes yet. I could do SO much to ruin your body, but one thing at a time."
"Pleeeease haven't you done enough?" groaned Bella. "Please Loren, have mercy."
Loren giggled.
Bella sobbed. Worse? How could things get worse than this?
Laughing Loren swayed out of the room leaving Bella a broken mess on the floor.
"I can't wait to make things even worse for you LOSER."
Bella didn't know it, but Loren had plenty of ideas how... and she couldn't wait to try them.
Beth cursed as the clutch on her car made another unpleasant grinding sound and the automobile leapt forward a few inches. Yanking the gear stick hard, she managed to regain control and finally pulled off into the traffic at a reasonable crusing speed.
This car was a total piece of shit, but since finalising the divorce with Lawrence she'd been struggling financially and the last thing she could afford right now was a new vehicle.
Lawrence and her had split up amiably enough and he always paid his alimony on time, but Beth knew they were both struggling to manage. Bella was at a difficult age and their separation had affected her most of all. She seemed to think money, popularity and status were all that mattered and she was addicted to her mobile phone.
Beth was still hopeful that Bella would mature and realise there was more to being a woman than how you looked and what you could get out of men. She herself despised gold-digging bimbo's and was uncomfortable when she had found Bella looking at breast enhancement websites.
Bella had inherited Beth's flat chest and she seemed determined to find a way to cheat nature. She'd already told her Mom she was determined to get implants as soon as she was able - although she'd gone suspiciously quiet about it recently, almost as if she'd found some other way to get what she wanted.
Beth just wished her daughter could be happy the way she was. She didn't want her daughter becoming a spoiled gold-digging, fashion obssessed bitch.
A ripple suddenly seemed to pass through the air. A faint vibration that made her shiver and the hairs rise slightly on her arms. Beth's mobile phone on the passenger seat suddenly buzzed and the screen lit up.
CONNECTED TO BRAT APP. DOWNLOADING SOFTWARE.
Beth didn't look at her phone, she assumed it was just a message and she would read it later.
BRAT APP INSTALLED. CONNECTED TO ACCOUNT LOREN. UPDATING... UPDATING... UPDATING...
Beth's phone began to throb as an upload bar began to rise on the screen.
And on the steering wheel her nails began to lengthen into slutty acrylic claws...
***
"Mmmmh, OMG I'm like sooo fucking hot," giggled Loren as she admired her slutty reflection in the mirror. Moments had passed since she had pushed the button on Bella's mobile phone and the electrifying transformation had taken hold. She was still tingling with the orgasmic pleasure of becoming such a bitch. She felt fucking yummy.
Loren could taste sexy pink lipgloss on her lips, she could smell girly bodyspray rising from her clothes and she could feel her long blonde hair tickling her neck and shoulders. Her stupid cock was gone, replaced by a superior pussy. Her large perfect breasts hung heavy and pleasingly obvious on her chest. Her ass was perfect and her long sexy legs went on for miles.
And it wasn't just the physical changes. It felt like her head had been dumped in a bucket of water. The rush of the change had disorientated her and reset her mind. She was thinking in terms of female pronouns, she could only think of herself as Loren now.
She still remembered that a moment ago she'd been Lawrence, Bella's Dad - but now that seemed almost like a crazy memory belonging to a different person. This new persona that Brat App had created had taken control. The man she had been was gone.
Or was he?
As Loren examined herself, she felt some aspects of her old personality resurface and fight back. It isn't easy to completely alter someone and as enticing as this new body and mind was, some element of Lawrence was fighting back.
Looking down at Bella's mobile phone... NO... Loren's mobile phone now, Loren saw that the Brat App was open. There was a menu open.
REFUND PERIOD - 24 HRS. CLICK HERE FOR A FULL REFUND AND REVERSAL OF ALL CHANGES. AFTER 24 HOURS YOUR REFUND IS NULL AND VOID, ALL CHANGES BECOME PERMANENT.
Loren's finger hovered over the button. So... she COULD go back to being Lawrence. She could end this with a single click and reverse all the changes.
But then again she had 24 hours. So why not use them?
Loren knew she'd regret it for the rest of her life if she didn't take advantage of this new body. She felt new hungers, new desires. She was a teenage bitch now and she wanted to know how that felt. She closed the menu. She definitely wasn't ready to end this yet.
Thoughts of wearing slutty clothes, manipulating and controlling boys, bullying other people they began to run through her evil new mind. The Lawrence part of her was uncomfortable at these wicked thoughts, but he was currently too weak to fight as Loren took control.
She picked up her phone. She needed some porn or something. She was horny. She stopped as she saw there was another menu running in the app, she looked at it curiously.
MAKING REALITY ADJUSTMENTS TO SUIT UPGRADED LIFE. ADJUSTING FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS. BITCHY RICH MOM PROGRAM RUNNING.
Loren looked at the app nonplussed. What the fuck did that mean? Was someone else being transformed? She wondered who and a slight tingle of excitement thrilled through her that another person was being corrupted in order to make her life better. It felt good to be the centre of attention.
The thought made her tingle and she brought her hand down to her pussy. Mmmmh oh yeah...
She opened the app and her lips twisted into a smile as she saw a name. Beth.
Loren saw that there was now an avatar of Beth on the screen. Upgrades were already happening, but she had the power to adjust things to.
She began to finger her tight pussy as she began to fuck up Beth...
***
Beth groaned and her car swerved as a sudden pulse of pleasure shot through her body. "Wh... what the fuckkkk?" she hissed, her body tingling pleasurably and her head spinning.
She looked down.
Her hands seemed different somehow. The nails long and slutty, the fingers dripping in expensive rings. Her usually pale skin seemed tanned and smooth. No... wait, this is what her hands always looked like. She loved a sexy, expensive manicure.
The car beneath her was changing. The seat became expensive leather, the interior more sumptious. The gear box became automatic and Beth leaned back and purred with satisfaction.
On the seat the phone throbbed and the upgrade bar rose higher.
She loved driving this Mercedes... just like she enjoyed all expensive things. Money, wealth and power were all that mattered. It was a lesson she was teaching her daughter Loren, oh and possibly that other wretched daughter of hers Bella.
No... wait... who the fuck was Loren? Bella was her only daughter? No...Bella was the daughter she hated and wish she'd never had.
Beth groaned as conflicting memories and feelings throbbed through her mind. Reality bent and buckled as the Brat App adjusted her to suit it's new narrative. Loren needed a Mommy. A rich, spoiled, mean bitchy Mom. Bella was no longer important. She was being relegated to the unpopular daughter.
In this new reality, Beth was an evil gold digger who only cared about money and status. She doted on her daughter Loren and bullied her othet daughter Bella relentlessly.
Beth moaned in pleasure and her seat belt twanged as her tits began to inflate.
Beth's chest began to tingle. She had no idea that across town Loren was pushing the button for bigger and bigger implants. She wanted her Mommy to be absolutely massive.
"Fuck yessss!" moaned Beth as her once flat chest blossomed out and two massive silicone milkers stretched and grew out. Her clothing transformed to accommodate her new bust as her lips filled with collagen and her hair became silkier.
"I looooove my big tits," she hissed.
Beth remembered now - her massive fucking boobs made her SO much better than other women. She was better than them in every way.
When Lawrence had died, the money from the insurance had paid for these tits. Soon after she'd married a millionaire, a rich black man named Logan. Now she was super happy with him. He was successful and he spoiled her rotten.
Beth... no... that wasn't her name. Bethany... she went by Bethany... recalled all the cruel and evil things she had done to get ahead. She loved being a bitch and she'd taught her daughter Loren everything she knew.
Latex, big tits, sex appeal - it was all a woman needed. She loved being a cruel fuckdoll who took everything she wanted.
Her silver Mercedes Benz purred beneath her hands... her designer dress hugged her body. She effortlessly cut through the traffic not caring about speeding. The police were in her husbands pocket as was half the city.
She owned this town.
Driving through the electric gates of a private mansion, Bethany pulled up and swapped seats with the Butler. He would park the car in the underground garage for her.
Striding into the house, her panties wet at the thought of how Logan would fuck her later she glanced around. "Where is Loren?"
"Your daughter is in her room Madame," whimpered a pathetic maid. Bethany made a mental note to have her punished later.
"Where is my husband?"
"By the pool Madame."
Bethany smiled and adjusted her massive tits within the tight latex dress she was wearing. "I will go see him first then..."
***
Loren moaned... her pussy exploding as she squirted again.
"Ohhhhh fuckkkkk."
Making Beth into an evil latex bitch was so wrong. Turning her against their own daughter was perverted. Loren loved it.
Doesn't it feel good to live only for pleasure and being a bitch?
Loren slid her three fingers back into her tight pussy and began to moan again.
"Noooo this is wrong, this is fucked up," she hissed - but doing nothing to stop. "I shouldn't be doing this."
You love it. You are Loren now and you are all that matters.
Loren glanced down at the Brat App. She still had plenty of time left before she had to activate any refund. She needed to experience more... she needed to learn more about her life as a teenage bitch.
The house had changed around her to a mansion and she now had a bitchy Mom. Going to her window she looked down at the pool where her Mom was riding her step-dad like a pornstar.
It was fucking hot.
Loren giggled and smirked. Being an evil little bitch suited her. She still had so much to find out before deciding if she should go back to being Lawrence.
And most important of all - she had a sister to take care of. Loren squirted again... then wiping her sticky pussy clean, she walked to the wardrobe to get dressed.
It was time to find more out about being a bitch and have a little heart to heart with her sister.
"AGGGGHHHHHH! I FUCKING HATE YOU, I WISH YOU'D DIE!"
Lawrence winced as the screams of his hysterical teenage daughter rang in his ears and she slammed the door to her bedroom so hard, the house shook and plaster fell down.
Bella was volatile at the best of times, but by confiscating her phone - the most important thing in her life, her Father had really just set her off.
He could hear sobbing and crashing in her room and knew she was trashing it. He knew from experience that Bella would try anything to get her phone back... threatening him, threatening to hurt herself... begging, screaming, pleading, lying... it was kind of sad. She might even try to contact her Mom, but even though he and Beth had separated, they still parented together and it would do little good.
'Since when did teenagers get so addicted to social media?' he thought. He'd noticed his daughters addiction to her phone had been getting worse and then when another parent had contacted him to say Bella was bullying her daughter he had decided to act.
He'd been pretty disappointed to see the mean messages calling the other girl a fat loser. He knew Bella was a popular girl and obsessed with her looks, but he hadn't realised she was so mean. It seemed everyone was afraid of Bella and she liked it.
Lawrence had decided that he needed to get his daughter back on track. She would be moving out soon and he didn't want his legacy to be a spoiled toxic bitch who thought she could treat other people like dirt. Bella seemed to think the only thing that mattered in life was money and status.
"I better go through here and see what else she's been up to..." he mused.
Scrolling through the phone, Lawrence was a little embarrassed to see the clothes and outfits his daughter had bookmarked as things to buy. They were all skimpy and expensive... he wasn't sure he approved. There were also pictures of boys in her phone and he didn't want to think about his horny daughters crushes on other men.
As he scrolled through, his eye was suddenly caught by an app he had never heard of. Brat App.
Opening the app, Lawrence saw it was some sort of social media app. It seemed you scored points for posting selfies and completing tasks and then you could spend those points buying outfits and upgrades.
Bella had obviously been playing it a lot. She had accumulated a lot of points. Perhaps she'd been saving up?
Intrigued Lawrence opened the avatar menu.
CREATE NEW AVATAR?
He clicked the button and a 3D doll appeared. It was female - you could only have a female representation it seemed. The name Loren had been randomly generated. He went with it.
Clicking on the doll, Lawrence saw you could spend points to buy different features. He began to play.
Hair: blonde. Body-type: Princess. Makeup: Pink
Each selection changed the avatar making it more attractive and feminine looking. Lawrence found it strangely addictive. Strangely pleasing to shape and mould the avatar, to watch it getting prettier and prettier.
Make her bitchy. Make her mean.
He wasn't sure where the intrusive thought came from but it felt good. Yes... why not make the avatar look hot and mean. A bully... even worse than his daughter.
Yessss. Make her super popular... make her an IT girl.
He selected the toxic femininity personality trait and pushed the natural leader button. Loren was going to be an Alpha girl.
More... make her meaner. Make her a total nightmare. Make her completely evil.
The intrusive thoughts felt really good and Lawrence saw that there were other options besides physical. He began to play with those. He cranked the popularity slider to maximum. He selected Head Cheerleader. He selected the slider for wealth and pushed it as high as it would go.
Make sure she knows how to fuck. She has to be the best at everything. Make her a fucking dirty slut...
Lawrence didn't feel embarassed as he entered the sexuality tab. It seemed so natural now to adjust Loren and make her nastier.
Sexual Orientation: Likes boys but will make out with girls. Sexually confident - switch. Likes to be fucked by Alpha's, but peg and dominate beta boys.
He noticed he'd nearly spent all of his daughters points. She'd really been saving, but he'd had enough points that he could pretty much max out all of Loren's stats.
The avatar was now of a mean, bullying, rich brat. She was the Head Cheerleader and a completely cruel delinquent who got whatever she wanted. She oozed toxic femininity, was an avatar of lust and desire and clearly had no morals. Loren was the most evil bitch it was possible to be.
COMPLETE AVATAR AND TRANSFORM?
Lawrence stared at the big button flashing at the bottom of the app. What did that mean? His thumb hesitated over it. Something wasn't right here.
Push it loser. Push it and see.
Lawrence felt like something was influencing him. Something external... yet also something within himself. Something hungry and dark and desperate to be free. Something that had seen its chance and was going to take it.
He pushed the button...
Lawrence screamed in pleasure as pink lightning blasted out of the phone and engulfed him. Bones cracked and skin tightened as with a howl of orgasmic pleasure he began to transform.
Long blonde hair cascaded from his scalp and makeup simmered across his features as his drab clothing became hot and sexy. Breasts grew and his dick shrunk away and his ass inflated out.
Loren was becoming a reality.
Pussy lips opened as body hair receded and a hot blonde teenage slut rolled her pretty eyes in ecstasy. Nails shot out, thick makeup covered her face and the new bitch giggled in glee. This felt amazing.
"Ohhhhh fuckkkkk yesssss," she hissed as her transformation completed.
Loren blinked. She looked down at the phone in her hand. What... a.... rush.
She smirked and standing up walked to the mirror to admire her perfect body.
She was eighteen... she was popular and she was horny.
This was going to be a lot of fun...
The end?
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