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[sunlit-mess]

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[eternalsa2z]

Caricature

"Done! What do you think?"

Deborah stared at the artist's sketch of her blankly. It had long, white blonde hair and a heavy golden tan, the inverse of her pale skin and brown hair. There were blue eyes and a cute button nose, which made the woman blink and wrinkle her own nose with confusion. She grabbed her chest in shock at the sight of the massive silicone breasts squeezed into a tiny pink bikini top. It was a combination she could never be caught wearing.

"This caricature looks nothing like me!" she gasped indignantly.

"Oh, my mistake. I forgot one detail," the creator apologized. "The character is the most important piece of the living artwork."

With that the designer booped her nose with a pink brush. Instantly Deborah went cross eyed. Her thoughts swirling in her head before being emptied out like a rainbow of watercolor paints being washed away. Eventually her blank stare and pout ended when she took a new look at the painting.

"OMG you're sooooo right! The carrie-coutour totes looks 'xactly like Debi!" the silly blonde giggled. She loved the painting...it made her look hawt!

[dutchboyzx]

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[hotdonnafox]

Virtually Becki

Victoria Walker had always kept her head down. As a shy, introverted student with a passion for coding and technology, she spent more time with her laptop than with people. Her grades were flawless, and her intelligence outshone most of her peers, but none of that mattered to Becki Carter.

Becki was everything Victoria wasn’t: loud, attention seeking, effortlessly beautiful, and, worst of all, cruel. She was the queen of their school’s social scene, a party girl who flaunted her looks and seemed utterly disinterested in academics. For Becki, her reflection and her popularity were all that mattered. She bullied Victoria at every chance mocking her clothes, her interests, and the fact that Victoria never seemed to fit in.

Victoria never understood why Becki targeted her. She tried to rationalize it maybe it was insecurity, maybe jealousy but the constant ridicule was wearing her down. She had to understand Becki, figure out what made her so cruel, and maybe just maybe find a way to make her stop.

That’s when she had an idea.

Victoria had been working on a virtual reality project for months. It was a personal venture, a highly advanced program that could simulate entire environments based on a person’s thoughts and memories. She decided to take it further. What if she could create a virtual replica of Becki’s world? If she could live as Becki in this VR space, perhaps she could understand her bully from the inside out.

She spent weeks coding, analyzing every detail she could find about Becki her social media posts, the way she walked, talked, dressed. Victoria meticulously programmed every aspect of Becki’s life into the simulation: her lavish parties, her shallow friendships, her careless attitude. The final touch was Becki herself a digital clone so accurate that it was almost eerie.

When the program was finally complete, Victoria hesitated. It was one thing to create this world, but another to step into it. Yet her curiosity pushed her forward. She strapped on the VR headset and entered the simulation.

Immediately, she became Becki.

The first time in Becki’s world was overwhelming. Victoria felt herself swaying in unfamiliar heels, her body clad in tight, revealing clothes. The mirror in front of her reflected Becki’s perfect face plump lips, long lashes, a flawless tan. She felt powerful, commanding attention as she walked through a crowded virtual party. It was intoxicating. For a moment, she reveled in it, but she quickly reminded herself why she was there. She wasn’t Becki. She was Victoria, just here to understand.

The first few sessions were just that explorations. Victoria tried to pick apart Becki’s life, to see if there was some hidden reason for her cruelty. But as the days passed, something strange began to happen. Every time she logged into the simulation, it became harder to remember that she wasn’t actually Becki. She found herself slipping into character effortlessly, responding with the same carelessness, the same vapid remarks that Becki would make.

Soon, Victoria wasn’t just observing Becki’s life she was living it. She started going to virtual parties, enjoying the attention, flirting with the virtual versions of Becki’s friends. The more she acted like Becki in the simulation, the more she started to enjoy it. She had built the world so meticulously that every detail was perfect: the music, the flashing lights, the intoxicating energy of being the center of attention. In Becki’s world, she wasn’t the quiet, overlooked nerd; she was the one everyone wanted to be around.

At first, it was just an escape, a chance to experience something so far removed from her real life. But slowly, subtly, the lines between the virtual world and reality began to blur.

In the real world, Victoria found herself changing. It started small. After one session, she was brushing her hair and caught herself hesitating. She stared at her reflection, noticing her plain clothes and simple ponytail. That wasn’t Becki. The thought rattled her, but she couldn’t shake it. Becki wouldn’t be caught dead in baggy sweaters and jeans. Without fully understanding why, Victoria reached into her closet, pulling out a tighter shirt she rarely wore. It fit differently than she remembered. It felt different like she was stepping into someone else’s skin.

The next time she logged into the simulation, the transformation was easier. She didn’t just slip into Becki’s world; she embraced it. Her virtual body moved with confidence, her voice carried a flirtatious lilt, and her presence commanded attention. Every time she played Becki in the virtual world, it felt more natural, more addictive. It wasn’t just fun anymore it was becoming who she wanted to be.

The changes in Victoria’s real life escalated. She started spending hours in front of the mirror, fixing her hair, experimenting with makeup, mimicking the style Becki wore in the VR world. She bought new clothes tighter, more revealing outfits that she never would’ve dared to wear before. The girl who used to shy away from crowds was now shopping for mini skirts and low cut tops.

Her behavior at school began to shift, too. The studious, reserved Victoria started skipping classes, spending more time with her laptop, fine tuning the virtual world. Every session lasted longer than the last. But it wasn’t just the virtual Becki she was fine tuning it was herself. She caught herself laughing louder, flipping her hair more, and enjoying the glances she received from classmates, even from people like Becki’s real world friends who barely noticed her before.

But as she spent more time inside Becki’s life, her mind changed in ways she couldn’t control. Victoria used to care about her coding projects, her studies, her future. But those ambitions were fading, drowned out by thoughts of popularity and appearances. Why should she stress about grades when she could be the most desired girl in school? Her obsession with Becki’s shallow, glamorous life consumed her.

One day, while shopping for a new outfit that Becki would’ve approved of, Victoria caught her reflection in a store window. She stopped, startled by what she saw. Her once bare face was now caked in makeup plump, glossy lips, smoky eyes, and perfectly styled hair. Her clothes, far from the modest jeans and sweaters she used to wear, clung to her body, designed to attract attention. She stood there, in a mini skirt and a crop top, looking nothing like the girl who once prided herself on her intelligence.

But instead of fear, she felt a rush of excitement. The reflection wasn’t Victoria anymore it was Vicki.

Her transformation grew more dramatic. At parties real ones now, not just the VR simulations she was no longer the awkward girl in the corner. She became the life of the event, just like Becki. Guys who never gave her a second glance were suddenly wrapped around her finger. She flirted effortlessly, enjoying the power she held over them. Her studies fell by the wayside. She didn’t need to be the smartest girl in the room anymore she had other ways of getting what she wanted.

Weeks passed, and the two worlds the virtual and the real merged even more. She started correcting people when they called her Victoria. She wasn’t just pretending to be Vicki like anymore she was her. Her thoughts shifted, too. She found herself daydreaming about boys, about parties, about the superficial things she used to mock Becki for. The coding genius who had once lived for intellectual challenges was now obsessed with her looks, her social status, and her power over others.

The final stage of her transformation came without her even realizing it. One night, after spending hours in the VR world, she took the headset off and looked at herself in the mirror. But this time, she didn’t see the old Victoria trying to play a part. She saw Vicki. Her lips parted in a smile sultry, shallow, perfect.

She didn’t miss the old her. In fact, she could barely remember what that Victoria was like. She wanted to forget. Being Vicki was easier, more fun, more exciting. She liked the attention, the freedom, the power that came with being desired. The things she used to care about grades, knowledge, her future less important some how.

Victoria.. no, Vicki had finally completed the transformation. She was no longer the shy, nerdy girl who tried to understand her bully. She had become her.

[kelykorruption]

Factory Default

Val was your typical goth girl for most of her young life, being drawn to the style at a young age and embracing the lifestyle. In high school Val discovered her sexuality and realized she just wasn't attracted to men. Even though she wasn't your stereotypical popular girl, everyone at school was drawn to Val, boys thought they could change her, and girls wanted to be her, or be with her. Despite this Val kept most people at arms length, she knew nobody wanted her for who she was on the inside, they all just wanted the hot goth girl for her looks.

Going into university Val was sure not much would change but was hopeful she might find at least one other like-minded person at such a massive school. Luckily it didn't take long for Val to meet someone that actually understood her, someone who looked and thought like her, not to copy or impress her, but to express their own personality. Before long they introduced her to others who shared her lifestyle and for the first time in a long time Val was surrounded by people who understood and respected her, this was the happiest she had ever been.

One day after class Val was heading home to get ready for her first day at her new job, she was going to bartend at a new alternative bar that opened up just outside campus grounds. The new bar was kinda tacky, feeling more like Hot Topic without children than an actual bar, but the vibes were good and the pay was alright so Val was pretty excited to get started.

Before she could make it home though Val was stopped on the street by a stranger, she didn't recognize him from any of her classes and he didn't really seem like a student at all. The man asked Val if she wanted to see a magic trick, Val rolled her eyes and told the man she had no time for a silly card trick before he cut her off and closed the gap between the two of them. Before she has a chance to react the man leans in and whispers into her ear "Factory Default", her vision goes blank as Val falls unconscious on the ground.

Hours later Valarie woke up in her room at the sorority house, her head was spinning and everything felt off but she just couldn't figure out what it was. There was a knock at the door and one of her sorority sister pocked their heads in "Are you still not ready babe? We're leaving in 20 minutes to hit the clubs, hurry up or there won't be any studs left to buy you drinks". The thought horrified Valarie and she immediately got right to applying her makeup, she wouldn't be caught dead buying her own drinks, that's what boys were for, and she learned long ago how to get whatever she wanted from them.

END.

[beautification-tales]

The Monster Within

"Patrick, you know I hate scary movies," Annabel whined, her eyes peeking through her fingers as the horror flick played on the small phone screen. Patrick smiled as his hand rested on her thigh.

“Don’t worry baby. I’m here to keep you safe.” The words rumbled from his chest, and she felt the comforting squeeze of his hand. The movie’s volume seemed to drop as she leaned closer to him, his scent of pine and leather enveloping her.

Patrick kissed her, the softness of his lips a stark contrast to the horror on the screen. His hand slid to the back of her neck, gently pulling her closer. Annabel’s heart hammered in her chest, not from fear of the film but from the intensity of the moment. The kiss grew deeper, and she felt the warmth of his breath mingling with hers.

His other hand began to explore, moving from her thigh to her waist, then up to her chest. Annabel tensed, her mind racing. She liked Patrick, but she wasn’t ready for this. She’d told him before about her boundaries, but in the heat of the moment, it was hard to remember to speak up.

Her breathing grew shallow as his touch grew bolder. Her body was responding despite her hesitation. She could feel the ache between her legs, the way her nipples had hardened under her bra. But her conscience screamed at her, reminding her of her past, of her fear of losing control.

She pushed Patrick back. “No, stop Patrick. I told you I’m not ready for this,” Annabel said, her voice trembling. He looked at her with confusion and desire, his hand hovering over her now. The moment hung in the air, thick with the scent of their mingled breath and the faint taste of mint from their dinner.

“Stop being a prude! I know you want this too.” Patrick’s voice was gruff, his eyes dark with lust. Annabel’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She knew he wasn’t wrong. Her body was betraying her, her arousal evident in the way she shifted in her seat. But she also knew her boundaries and she was determined to stand firm.

“That’s exactly why I told you that we can’t. I don’t want to lose control. Can’t we just kiss?” Annabel’s voice was shaky but firm. Patrick’s gaze didn’t waver from her, his hand slowly retreating but not leaving her body entirely.

“I want you to lose control!” Patrick grabbed her ass tightly as he licked her neck. Annabel felt his teeth graze her sensitive skin and she gasped. His hand slid down to her pants, and she could feel him unbuttoning them. She didn’t know why Patrick was so insistent, but she knew she had to be clear. “I said NO!” she shouted, pushing him away with surprising strength.

Ignoring her protests, Patrick’s grip tightened, and with surprising speed, he pinned her down against the car seat. She felt the cool leather against her back as she squirmed, trying to get out from under his weight. The fear from the movie had become real, but the horror was coming from him, not the screen. His eyes were wild with desire, no longer the gentle gaze she knew from before.

“You can’t stop me, so why don’t you just enjoy it?” Patrick snarled, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the car. Annabel’s eyes went wide with terror. This wasn’t the gentle, loving boyfriend she knew. This was a monster, a creature of pure aggression. She tried to push him away, her hands shaking with fear. But his body was too strong, too heavy.

“Tiny bitches like you turn me on so much! So easy to take what you want.” Patrick’s voice was a low growl, his eyes glazed with a feral hunger that sent a shiver down Annabel’s spine. She struggled against his iron grip, her mind racing as she searched for a way out of this nightmare.

“Patrick! Please ! You won’t like this.” Annabel’s voice was desperate as she struggled beneath him, her eyes wide with panic. But her words fell on deaf ears as his hand pushed against the zipper of her jeans, his movements rough and insistent.

Her body, traitorous in its own way, responded to the contact with a spark of arousal that mingled with the fear. It was a confusing mix of emotions, her mind screaming no, while her body seemed to whisper yes. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her body betraying her resolve.

Annabel moaned with a deep sense of fear and arousal as Patrick’s hand invaded the sacred space of her underwear. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh as he touched her, and the juxtaposition of his aggression with the softness of his touch sent a thrill through her body. Her panties were damp, and she was acutely aware of how her body was responding to him despite her pleas for him to stop. Her heart raced like a wild animal trapped in a cage, the thumping resonating in her ears louder than the horror movie playing in the background.

The scent of leather and pine was now mixed with the tang of fear, and the taste of mint from their dinner was replaced by the metallic flavor of her own panic. Annabel’s breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to find the words to make him understand, but they were lost in the cacophony of her own desires and fears. She could feel the tension building within her, a war between the part of her that craved the intimacy of his touch and the part that knew she wasn’t ready for this.

Annabel felt another sensual moan escape her lips as she felt her control slipping. She covered her mouth as if she could stop her natural response. Her body was a traitor, craving the very thing she feared. The way Patrick’s hand expertly moved against her, the pressure building, made her tremble. Her eyes grew wide as she felt her hips gyrate as if inviting Patrick to continue.

“I fucking knew you had a slut within you.” Patrick’s voice was low and dark with triumph, his eyes gleaming as he watched Annabel’s conflicted reactions. His fingers moved more insistently, and she could feel the beginnings of a climax building within her. Despite the horror of the situation, she couldn’t help the way her body reacted to his touch, her breath hitching and her legs quivering.

“If you only really knew.” She moaned, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Annabel’s body was a battleground of emotions. The fear was still there, a cold knot in her stomach, but it was being overwhelmed by the heat of arousal. Her body was responding to his touch in a way she hadn’t anticipated, her legs parting slightly, giving him better access.

As she felt the wave of pleasure building, Annabel knew what was soon to come. She no longer wished to fight what she worked so hard to suppress. “Make me cum Patrick.” She whispered, her voice a mix of submission and defiance. His eyes lit up with triumph, and he doubled his efforts, his fingers working faster against her clit.

Her body responded immediately, the fear retreating like a tide before the storm of pleasure that was about to break. Annabel’s hips bucked up against his hand, her moans growing louder and more urgent. Her nails dug into the leather of the car seat as she felt the climax approaching, the fear and arousal now indistinguishable.

With one final, masterful stroke, Patrick sent her over the edge. Annabel’s orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her in sensation. Her body convulsed beneath him, her legs shaking and her back arching. She bit her bottom lip hard to keep from screaming out, the sound of her own pleasure mixing with the screams from the movie playing in the background.

But as she came down from the peak of pleasure, something strange began to happen. Her body grew, stretching and morphing beneath him. The confines of the car seemed to shrink as she grew taller, her legs pushing against the glove compartment and her head brushing the ceiling. Her eyes grew darker, her pupils dilating until only a sliver of her irises remained. Her skin took on an ethereal glow, and her hair grew long and lustrous, cascading over her shoulders.

Patrick watched in horror and awe as his small, delicate girlfriend transformed into a towering Amazonian succubus before his very eyes. Her body was no longer human; it was a sculpted masterpiece of seduction and power. Her breasts swelled to impossible proportions, and her hips widened, giving her a curvaceous form that seemed to beckon to him. Her once gentle hands were now powerful yet feminine, capable of crushing the very car they sat in.

He felt his own arousal swell as he stared at her, his eyes wide with fear and lust. He was both terrified and excited by the creature that lay before him. He had never seen anything so beautiful and so terrifying at the same time. The scent of her arousal filled the car, and he found himself unable to resist her siren’s call. He reached out tentatively, his hand trembling, to touch her new form.

“I warned you sweetie. Now I’m afraid we are not stopping until the sun comes up. I hope you survive.”

[rylem33]

What You Want

Casey sipped her coffee, her shoulders slouched as she stared into her cup. “I just don’t know, Amy. I didn’t mean to quit again, but… well, it just didn’t feel right, you know?”

Amy raised an eyebrow, her fingers tapping against her own mug. “You say that every time, Case. Retail didn’t feel right, the admin job ‘wasn’t a fit,’ the freelancing felt ‘off.’ And now what? The café gig wasn’t cutting it either?”

Casey’s face reddened as she gave a slight shrug, her gaze fixed downward. “It’s not like I don’t want to work or anything. It’s just that—ugh, I don’t know.” She let out a long sigh, trying to put words to the feeling that seemed to haunt her everywhere she went. “I get there, I try to stay motivated, but something’s missing. I end up feeling like I’m just… floating, like there’s no point to any of it.”

Amy leaned back, her face softening as she regarded Casey with an expression somewhere between pity and understanding. “So, what are you waiting for? You need direction, right? A push?”

Casey felt an uncomfortable twist in her stomach as she nodded half-heartedly. It felt embarrassing, admitting to feeling so lost at her age, especially to Amy, who had everything in her life so perfectly together. “I guess? I don’t know if I need a push, exactly. It’s more like I need to figure out what I even want to be pushed toward.”

Amy smiled, leaning forward with a gleam in her eye. “Then maybe it’s time you tried something different.”

Casey’s face twisted with a skeptical look as she shot Amy a wary glance. “Oh no. I know that look. You’re about to pitch me some wild idea.”

“Well, wild or not, it worked for me, didn’t it?” Amy shot back, her voice firm. “Do you see me vaping anymore?”

Casey rolled her eyes, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “I still can’t believe you actually did that. Hypnosis? Isn’t that just… mind tricks and creepy suggestions?”

Amy crossed her arms, her expression unrelenting. “Come on, Casey. It’s not like the movies. I mean, yes, you let someone guide your mind, but it’s all about relaxation and suggestion. It’s not like they make you cluck like a chicken. The hypnotherapist I used just helped me focus, made me want to quit. I’m serious; it worked like magic.”

Casey’s interest was piqued, despite herself, but she shrugged it off, unwilling to let herself be swept up in yet another thing that wouldn’t work out. “So, what, they put you in a trance, and you woke up a non-vaper?”

Amy laughed. “Not quite. It’s more like they give your mind a nudge. They plant a suggestion, and it just… sticks. If you give it a try, I’m willing to bet they could help you find some clarity. Maybe even a little confidence boost.”

Casey scrunched her nose, stirring her coffee absently, feeling her initial resistance starting to crack. “I don’t know. It sounds weird, like I’m handing over my brain to someone else.”

“You’re not handing it over; you’re steering it,” Amy countered, her tone insistent. “You’re telling it, ‘Hey, brain, we’re done wandering aimlessly.’ You just need a bit of direction. And seriously, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Casey looked away, chewing her lip as she mulled over Amy’s words. There was a part of her that was almost desperate enough to give in, but fear and embarrassment held her back. She hated that it was always Amy pushing her, while she herself seemed forever stuck on the sidelines, never really going anywhere.

With a heavy sigh, Casey finally met Amy’s gaze. “Fine, I’ll think about it.”

Amy’s face lit up, and she pulled out her phone. “Think about it on the way to your appointment! I’ll book it right now, and trust me—you’re going to feel like a whole new person.”

“Wait—Amy! I didn’t mean right now!” Casey protested, but it was too late.

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Casey sat on the soft, oversized couch in the hypnotherapist’s office, her fingers fidgeting in her lap as she took in her surroundings. The walls were a soothing shade of blue, and calming, ambient music played softly in the background. She glanced at the man sitting across from her—a middle-aged therapist with a warm, reassuring smile and an air of quiet confidence.

“So, Casey,” he began, his voice gentle yet direct, “why don’t you tell me what’s brought you here today?”

Casey hesitated, feeling a bit self-conscious. “Um… well, to be honest, I’m not sure if this is going to work. I mean, I don’t even know what my problem is exactly. I just… I can’t seem to stick to anything.” She sighed, looking down at her hands. “I’ve tried different jobs, different hobbies, but nothing ever feels right. I’m just… floating, I guess.”

The therapist nodded, his gaze steady and nonjudgmental. “So, you’re feeling a lack of direction? A sense that you don’t know where you’re headed or what would give you a real sense of purpose?”

“Exactly,” Casey replied, relieved that he seemed to understand. “It’s not that I’m lazy or that I don’t care. I do… I just… I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.”

“And that’s left you feeling, what? Restless? Unsatisfied?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah, I think that’s it. I want to be… someone, I guess. I want to feel like I know who I am, what I want.”

The therapist’s smile deepened slightly. “I can help you with that, Casey. Through hypnosis, we can start working with your mind to find and reinforce that sense of purpose and self. I’d like to try a session with you today to plant a suggestion that could help you start taking those first steps.”

Casey shifted a little on the couch, nervousness flickering across her face. “I mean, if you think it’ll help. I’m… willing to try.”

“Good,” he replied, his voice reassuring. “All I need you to do is relax, let go, and trust the process. Hypnosis is nothing more than a deeply relaxed state where your mind is open to positive suggestions. I’ll guide you through it, and we’ll start by focusing on that desire you have—to find out what you want and to go after it.”

Casey took a deep breath, nodding. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

The therapist’s tone softened even further, lulling and steady. “Excellent, Casey. Now, just make yourself comfortable, close your eyes… and let yourself sink into that relaxation, letting all the tension fall away…”

Casey’s eyes fluttered closed as she leaned back into the cushions, his words drawing her deeper into a state of calm. The last thing she remembered was his soothing voice leading her down, down into the peaceful quiet, her thoughts melting away into softness as he gently guided her mind….

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Casey blinked in the bright afternoon light as she walked out to meet Amy, still feeling a bit fuzzy from the session. Amy was already on her feet, her expression eager.

“So?” Amy asked, practically bouncing. “How’d it go? Did he put you under? Say anything weird?”

Casey chuckled, running a hand through her hair as she tried to piece her thoughts together. “I… think so?” she said, frowning slightly. “I remember us talking about why I’m so indecisive, and he was really calm, just asking me questions. Then he started telling me to relax, and…” She trailed off, her brow furrowing as she searched her memory. “Honestly, it’s kind of a blank. I know I felt relaxed, but I don’t remember much after that.”

Amy grinned. “Sounds about right. Hypnosis doesn’t always feel like some big, earth-shattering thing right away. But it’ll get in there, work in the background. So maybe next time you’re struggling to make a choice, you’ll just… know what you want.”

Casey snorted. “Yeah, maybe. Though that would be a pretty huge change for me.”

They started strolling down the street, passing a row of little cafés and restaurants. Amy stopped in front of their usual spot, a casual Thai place they both liked. “What do you think? Thai?”

Casey looked at the place, hesitating, a dozen little thoughts flitting through her mind as they always did. It was a comfortable choice, and she wasn’t in the mood to argue or analyze anything. But then, faint and unassuming, a small thought surfaced: You know what you want…

“I mean… I could go for Thai, or maybe…” She found herself glancing across the street at a little Italian bistro they’d mentioned trying a while back. “What about that Italian place? We’ve been saying we should try it.”

Amy gave her a surprised look but shrugged. “Sure, I’m up for it if you are.”

They crossed the street, Casey feeling a bit surprised at herself. That was easier than I thought, she mused. Maybe she’d even try to make a few more decisions for herself to see if it could stick.

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Casey opened the door to her apartment and found Liam lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked up and gave her a warm smile as she walked in.

“Hey, you,” he greeted, sitting up. “How was your day?”

She dropped her bag onto a nearby chair, shrugging. “Not bad. Amy kind of roped me into something… unusual.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah, she talked me into going to a hypnotherapist.” Casey laughed, her cheeks flushing a little. “I know, it sounds ridiculous. I didn’t think it would do anything, but…” She paused, glancing away. “It was… interesting.”

Liam’s smile faded a bit, his brow knitting. “Hypnosis? That’s… not something I’d expect from you.”

“Right?” she said, dropping onto the couch next to him. “But Amy swears by it. She thought it might help me feel more… I don’t know, more sure of myself.”

“So did it work?” he asked, searching her face.

Casey shrugged. “I’m not sure. It was all kind of foggy. But I don’t feel any different.”

Liam nodded toward his phone. “Well, I decided to take the guesswork out of dinner for you. I ordered from that Chinese place you like. Should be here soon.”

Normally, Casey would have shrugged and let him make the call; it saved her from agonizing over small decisions. But this time, as the words settled over her, something rose up inside, that faint but clear whisper: You know what you want; you deserve what you want.

She paused, her thoughts surprising even herself. “Actually… I was thinking pizza.”

Liam glanced at her, his expression mildly surprised. “Pizza?”

“Yeah,” she said, feeling a strange firmness in her voice. “There’s that new place on Eighth, the one with the pepperoni rolls I keep hearing about. We should try that.”

“Oh.” He seemed caught off guard but didn’t push back. “Well… maybe next time? I’ve already placed the order.”

The thought flared again, insistent and unwavering. You know what you want.

“Can’t you cancel it?” Casey asked, keeping her tone light but firm. “I really want to try the pizza.”

He blinked, his eyes lingering on her a moment before he nodded slowly. “Yeah, I can call them back. Sure.” He picked up his phone, casting her an uncertain look as he started dialing.

A few minutes later, the order was changed, and the pizza was on its way. They sat together on the couch, Casey feeling a slight, unexpected satisfaction. Liam, on the other hand, seemed to be watching her a little differently, as if trying to piece something together.

“What do you want to watch later?” he asked, leaning back and scrolling through movie options. “I was thinking we could start that new thriller you mentioned last week.”

Usually, Casey would have just gone with whatever he’d chosen, trusting he’d pick something decent. But the same, steady thought surfaced in her mind again: You deserve what you want. And she didn’t want a thriller.

“How about a comedy instead?” she said, keeping her tone casual. “I’m in the mood for something light.”

Liam paused, his thumb hovering over the screen as he glanced at her. “Comedy?” His surprise was barely hidden, though he forced a small smile. “Sure. That’s fine with me.”

They settled on a rom-com, but Casey couldn’t help noticing the way he seemed to study her between scenes, a little more quiet than usual. He was clearly surprised, maybe even a bit thrown off. But, for the first time, Casey didn’t feel like shrinking back or apologizing for pushing a little. Instead, she just felt…certain.

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Casey stepped through the apartment door, her heels clicking on the floor as she set her bag down. She pulled off her blazer revealing a deep cut top, glancing at herself in the hallway mirror and feeling a little thrill. She looked… professional…different.

Liam looked up from the couch, his eyes widening as he took her in. “Wow,” he said, standing up. “You look… incredible. Where were you all day?”

A smile broke across her face as she walked over, hanging her blazer on the back of a chair. “I was at a law firm,” she said, smoothing down her crisp dress shirt. “I had an interview.”

“Wait, a law firm? An interview?” Liam blinked, looking as if he hadn’t quite heard her right. “What law firm? What for?”

“For an internship,” she said, still smiling. She felt a swell of excitement as she said the words. “This morning, it just… hit me, out of nowhere. I knew what I wanted to do. I want to be a lawyer.”

Liam’s eyebrows shot up. “Just… just like that?”

She nodded, her excitement building as she recounted the day. “Yes. I got up, got dressed, and went straight to the law offices downtown. I walked right in and asked if they had any internships available. I mean, I didn’t take no for an answer.”

Liam stared at her, clearly struggling to keep up. “And they just… hired you?”

Casey grinned, a little proud. “They did. A paid internship while I get my degree. The hiring manager even said she liked my… confidence.” She took a breath, as if reliving the thrill of that moment. “I just felt like I knew it was the right thing. So I went for it.”

Liam was quiet for a long moment, his expression shifting from surprise to something she couldn’t quite read. “So… you’re suddenly going to law school?” he asked, his voice tentative.

Casey shrugged, still feeling that steady certainty. “Yes. I mean, why not? I can handle it.”

He nodded slowly, his face still a mix of confusion and something else, something almost like apprehension. “It’s… a lot to take in. You’ve never talked about wanting to do that before.”

“Well, now I know it’s what I want.” She smiled, giving his hand a quick squeeze. “I’ve never felt this clear before, Liam. Isn’t it exciting?”

Liam returned her smile, though there was a hint of hesitation behind it. “It’s… definitely something.” 

Without breaking her gaze, she stepped closer, pressing her body against his, her hand trailing up to his chest.

“I’ve missed you today,” she murmured, her voice low. “And right now… I want you.”

He shifted uncomfortably, glancing away, his face tense. “Case, I don’t know… I’m not really in the mood right now.”

The words hit her like ice water, and she blinked, her hand pausing on his chest. Not in the mood? A twist of embarrassment mingled with surprise, leaving her momentarily speechless. They’d never been here before; Liam was always so open to her. Why would he say no?

But the embarrassment quickly melted, replaced by a simmering frustration. You know what you want; you deserve what you want. The familiar thought pushed back against the rejection, and she straightened, that tight, unyielding certainty hardening her resolve.

“Come on,” she urged, her voice growing firmer as she leaned in, brushing her lips along his jaw. “I want you, Liam. And I know you want me, too.”

Liam took a small step back, giving her a look that was half apology, half something she couldn’t quite place. “Casey… not tonight, alright? I’m just… not feeling it.”

For a moment, the refusal didn’t compute. She felt her jaw clench, her frustration rising even as a part of her tried to understand. Why would he turn me down?

Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “I don’t get why you’re brushing me off.” She straightened, crossing her arms, her tone sharpening. “I want you, Liam. And you… you should want this, too.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his face tense. “I do… usually. It’s just… tonight’s been a lot, you know?” He gestured vaguely at her, as if she were somehow part of the problem. “You’ve changed so much in the last couple of days, and I’m trying to keep up. I just… I need a bit of time to adjust. That’s all.”

“Adjust?” She scoffed, her voice hardening. “What’s there to adjust to? So I know what I want now. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Of course it is, but…” He trailed off, frustration clear in his face. “But maybe I need a little space to wrap my head around all of it. You’re coming on so strong, and… I don’t know, Casey, it’s just… a lot.”

She took a step back, the sting of his words settling into her, unfamiliar and uncomfortable. She wanted him, she was clear about it—why should he hesitate? She felt herself bristle at the rejection, her jaw tightening as she held back a retort.

“Fine,” she said finally, her voice icy. “If you’re not interested, then forget it.”

He looked down, his shoulders slumping a bit. “It’s not that I don’t want you, Case. It’s just… tonight, I need a little room. That’s all.”

But she was already heading toward the bedroom without another word, her frustration simmering hotly as she left him standing alone, looking after her in confusion and regret.

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An hour later, Casey emerged from the bedroom, her heart still pounding with frustration. She had slipped into a figure-hugging dress, the kind she rarely wore around Liam, reserving it for occasions she wanted to feel bold, confident, sexy. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she’d touched up her makeup—darkened her lashes, painted her lips a rich, seductive red. She didn’t just look good. She looked powerful.

Liam, sitting at the kitchen table, glanced up from his phone, his eyes widening as he took her in. “Casey…” he began, his voice uncertain, a wary look in his eyes. “Going somewhere?”

“Maybe,” she replied, her voice smooth as silk. She took her time, crossing the room with purpose, letting him watch her, knowing exactly the effect she had on him. She could see his gaze waver, drifting over her, yet the hesitation lingered on his face.

“I thought we could pick up where we left off,” she said, her tone a mixture of suggestion and challenge. “Or… I can head out.”

Liam looked away, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face. “Casey, look, I… I told you. Tonight isn’t a good night for me. I just need a little time.”

Casey felt a surge of irritation rise again. You deserve what you want. The words repeated in her mind, steady and relentless, sparking something bold, almost reckless. She took a step closer, her gaze never leaving his.

“I don’t think you get it, Liam,” she said, her voice low, her tone tight. “I want you. And I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to be patient. I shouldn’t have to.”

He swallowed, looking up at her, clearly taken aback by her intensity. “Case, I… I get that. And I want you too. Just… not right this second. Can’t we talk about this?”

“What’s there to talk about?” she replied, arching an eyebrow, challenging him to answer.

He hesitated, struggling for words. “This just… isn’t like you. You’ve always been easygoing, we never fight over stuff like this. I don’t know why this is suddenly so…” He shook his head, clearly at a loss. “I feel like I’m talking to a different person.”

She studied him, feeling the words echo in her mind, pushing her forward, unwilling to back down. She didn’t respond, but her silence said enough. If he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted, then she’d get it elsewhere.

After a pause, she flashed a cold, daring smile. “Fine. If you don’t want this, I’ll find someone who does.”

She saw the shock flash across his face, but she didn’t wait for a response. She picked up her bag, slipped on her heels, and walked out the door without a backward glance.

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Later that night, Casey found herself in a dim, crowded club. She moved through the crowd, cutting through the room with focused intent. She wasn’t here to waste time. She was here because she wanted something, and tonight she’d have it.

A man stepped into her path, flashing her a grin, his eyes drifting down to her dress. “Hey there,” he said, leaning in close. “You look like you could use a drink.”

She arched an eyebrow, sizing him up with a look that was more appraisal than interest. Attractive enough, sure, but the easy grin and lazy charm grated on her nerves. She could feel the words whispering through her mind, familiar and undeniable: You know what you want; you deserve what you want.

“If I wanted one,” she replied, her voice cold and dismissive, “I’d have gotten it myself.”

The man’s smile faltered, a flash of confusion crossing his face. He let out a nervous chuckle, still hovering too close for her comfort. “Just trying to be friendly.”

She didn’t bother hiding her irritation, her eyes narrowing as she met his gaze, unflinching. “I don’t need you to try.”

Without waiting for a response, she brushed past him, her attention already shifting away, a thrill rising in her chest. She was done humoring anyone who couldn’t give her exactly what she wanted. As she let herself melt into the beat of the music, her eyes caught sight of another man watching her with clear intent.

Her lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. Now this was more like it.

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Minutes later, Casey found herself pressed against the cool tile wall in the dimly lit bathroom of a club, her fingers tangled in the hair of a man she’d only met minutes before. 

Casey gasped as his hands tightened on her hips, pulling her even closer, her laughter turning into a low, sultry moan. “God, yes,” she breathed, her voice echoing off the tiled walls, “Just like that…”

The man grinned against her neck, and she could feel his breath, hot and ragged. “You like that?” he murmured, his tone a mix of confidence and awe, like he could hardly believe the enthusiasm she was giving him.

“Oh, you have no idea,” she replied, her lips curling into a smirk as her fingers slid over his shoulders. “I want this. I deserve this.”

She let out a soft, reckless laugh, her voice huskier than she’d ever heard it. “Don’t stop,” she commanded, her words sharp with hunger. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”

As he obliged, she felt herself tip her head back, the orgasm ripping through her. “Yes, yes! That’s exactly what I needed,” she whispered, her voice brimming with satisfaction.

She was finally getting what she deserved, and she loved every second of it.

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It was nearly three in the morning when Casey finally slipped her key into the lock and entered the apartment. She shut the door quietly, already kicking off her heels, when she looked up and froze. Liam was sitting on the couch, his face pale and exhausted, his eyes bloodshot as he looked up at her.

“Casey,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Where have you been?”

She rolled her eyes, pulling her bag off her shoulder and setting it on the table. “Out.”

He rose to his feet, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Out? You’ve been gone for hours. You didn’t answer your phone, you just… left. Do you have any idea what that’s been like?”

She shrugged, heading into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “I didn’t think you’d be waiting up. You made it pretty clear earlier you didn’t want anything to do with me tonight.”

Liam followed her, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and worry. “I told you I needed some space, not for you to disappear to…” He broke off, his gaze dropping to her, his face clouding with something deeper as he took in her disheveled appearance, her smeared lipstick, her flushed cheeks. “What… did you do tonight, Casey?”

She held his gaze, unflinching. “I wanted you, Liam,” she said, her tone unapologetic. “I made that pretty clear. You refused, so I found someone else who didn’t.”

The words hung in the air, cold and cutting, and she didn’t look away, letting him absorb them.

Liam’s face crumpled as the realization hit, his expression one of raw hurt. “You… you’re serious?”

She took a sip of water, unbothered by the tremor in his voice. “Look, I’m not going to pretend otherwise. I wanted something, and I got it. I don’t see why we have to make this a big deal.”

“A big deal?” His voice cracked, and he took a step back, running a hand over his face. “Casey, do you even hear yourself? You just… you went and slept with someone else, just like that, and now you act like it’s nothing?”

She sighed, her patience thinning. “Liam, you weren’t interested. I was. Why should I go without because you decided not to give me what I wanted?”

He stared at her, his face a mixture of anger, disbelief, and pain. “Because… we’re supposed to be together, Casey. We’re supposed to care about each other, to—”

“We do,” she interrupted, her voice flat. “But that doesn’t mean I should go without the things I want. I deserve to get what I want, Liam. I’m done feeling guilty about that.”

The weight of her words seemed to crush him. His shoulders sagged, and he let out a shaky breath, his eyes rimmed with tears. “I… I don’t know who you are anymore.”

She watched him, unfazed. “That’s not my problem.”

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The next afternoon, Casey met Amy at their usual café. She strolled in, confident and calm, scanning the room until she spotted Amy at a corner table. But as she walked over, she could immediately tell something was off.

Amy looked up, her face tense, her lips pressed into a tight line. As soon as Casey sat down, Amy crossed her arms, fixing her with a hard stare.

“Casey,” Amy began, her voice low and serious. “What happened last night with Liam?”

Casey rolled her eyes, sighing. “Oh, I see he ran to you already. Guess he needed someone to cry to.”

Amy’s eyes flashed with hurt and anger. “Casey, don’t be like that. He was heartbroken when he called me. He told me what you did… what you said to him when you got home. I could barely believe it.”

“Well, it’s the truth,” Casey replied, shrugging, unfazed by Amy’s reaction. “I wanted something, he didn’t want to give it to me, so I found someone who would. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“The big deal?” Amy’s voice rose slightly, but she forced herself to stay calm. “Casey, you cheated on him. And you acted like it was nothing. That isn’t you. What happened to you?”

Casey scoffed, leaning back, folding her arms. “Maybe I’ve just decided to stop living for what others want, Amy. I deserve to get what I want. I’m not going to sit around waiting for Liam, or anyone else, to catch up with me.”

Amy shook her head slowly, her expression pained. “Casey… do you even remember who you used to be? The friend I knew would never have done this. Do you remember how you stayed up with me all night when I broke up with David? You went out of your way to make sure I felt okay, even though you had to work the next morning.”

Casey shrugged, waving her hand dismissively. “That was different.”

“Different?” Amy’s voice cracked, her eyes searching Casey’s for a trace of the friend she used to know. “Or how about last year, when Liam lost his job, and you helped him look for new ones? You were there for him through everything. You were kind, Casey. You actually cared about people.”

Casey’s mouth tightened as she felt a flicker of irritation rise, her jaw clenching. She didn’t want to hear this, didn’t want to remember it. You know what you want; you deserve what you want.

“People change, Amy,” she replied coldly. “Maybe I’ve just stopped letting everyone else’s problems weigh me down. I’ve moved on, and maybe you should too.”

Amy’s eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and disbelief. “You used to be the most caring person I knew. But now, you’re acting like everyone else should just fall in line because you’ve decided you’re entitled to anything you want.”

Casey’s face hardened. “I don’t need you or Liam lecturing me,” she snapped, her voice icy. “I’m finally going after what makes me feel good, and if that’s too much for you, maybe you should take a look at your own life.”

Amy’s face paled, her eyes wide with shock. “You know what? Fine,” she said, standing up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. “But don’t come running to me when you realize you’ve pushed everyone who cares about you away.”

Casey met her gaze with a dismissive shrug. “If they can’t handle it, maybe I don’t need them anyway.”

Amy stood there for a moment, hurt and disbelief written across her face, before shaking her head and walking away.

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It was a few months later when Casey spotted Amy walking out of a bookstore. Casey’s heels clicked on the pavement as she approached, a slight smile playing on her lips as she adjusted the strap of her designer handbag. By her side was a man several years older, handsome and impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. He paused as Casey turned toward Amy, observing the interaction with quiet interest.

Amy looked up, her eyes widening as she recognized Casey. “Casey?” She hesitated, glancing at the man at her side before looking back at Casey. “I… I didn’t expect to see you.”

“Hello, Amy,” Casey replied, her tone calm. She glanced at her companion and gave a faint nod, and he offered a polite smile before stepping away to give them some privacy.

Amy took in Casey’s appearance, the designer clothes and effortless confidence, and forced a small, bittersweet smile. “It’s been a while,” she said, folding her arms. “You seem… well.”

“I am,” Casey replied, her eyes fixed on Amy, unwavering. “And I’m glad I ran into you, actually.” She tilted her head, her expression softening slightly. “I’ve decided I want you back in my life, Amy. I want my best friend back.”

Amy let out a soft, humorless laugh, shaking her head. “Casey… I don’t know what you expect, but I don’t think that’s possible. You’re not the person I used to know. You’re not even the kind of friend I can relate to anymore.”

Casey’s smile didn’t falter. In fact, it seemed to widen, a knowing glint in her eyes. “I know,” she said quietly, her voice edged with something unreadable.

Amy frowned, glancing down for a moment, but when she looked back up, Casey was studying her intently. “What—?” Amy started to ask, but then Casey murmured a phrase, a string of words that sounded strange and familiar all at once. Immediately, Amy’s vision blurred, and a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her.

Her hands reached out instinctively, one steadying herself on the brick wall beside her, the other gripping her temple. “Casey… what’s… happening?”

Casey took a step closer, her voice calm, almost soothing. “You see, Amy, after our last talk, I realized I deserved more than just a former friend. I deserved loyalty. I deserved my best friend back, and it turns out,” she smirked, “the hypnotherapist who helped you quit vaping was… very willing to help me, too. Just took a few compromising photos, and he was all too happy to follow my instructions.”

Amy’s dizziness intensified, her eyes unfocused as she struggled to process Casey’s words. She blinked, everything feeling hazy, as Casey’s voice continued.

“So, a few subtle sessions was all it took,” Casey said, her tone like silk. “One follow-up for vaping, another to help ‘reinforce’ your confidence, and I had him plant the right trigger. You see, Amy, I do know what I want, and I deserve what I want. I wanted you to be my best friend… forever.”

The dizziness began to ebb, and Amy slowly straightened, her movements controlled and precise. Her eyes focused, the uncertainty vanishing, replaced by a cold, devoted expression. She looked at Casey, her face suddenly serene, any trace of sadness or resistance erased. She flashed a smile devoid of warmth but filled with complete, unwavering loyalty.

“Casey,” Amy said softly, her voice calm and steady. “Of course. I’ll always be here for you.”

Casey’s own smile widened, satisfied. She took Amy’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I knew you would. After all, best friends are loyal. Isn’t that right?”

Amy nodded, her gaze locked on Casey’s, an unbreakable bond reflected in her eyes. “For now and always,” she replied, her voice a whisper.

Casey released her hand, and turned to welcome the man waiting for her.  As he approached, Casey’s ruthless smile lingered, knowing she finally had everything she wanted.

[eternalsa2z]

Outfit

"Hiiiiii! Do you like my outfit? It was all super specially chosen."

"The white stockings and jacket are, like, a reminder I used to be a super-smarty scientist in a big white coat. I think this looks cuter though!"

"The denim skirt and pretty 'lil top are cuz I always used to cover up. Probably cuz of liek the chemy-cals I was playing with. But since I made a whoopsies with that already, I might as well show my new boobies and butt!"

"My fave collar and adorbs pigtails are, like, ummmm...signs that I'm Mommy's good girl? Mommy was like, my partner or something, but it makes sooooo much more sense for her to be in charge and steer my ditzy head by my hair!"

"Lastly, the most important piece...my fluffy ears! For some reason people kept calling me 'Katherine' even after my accy-dent. So I started wearing my ears to, like, make it suuuuuper obvious that I'm Kitty now!"

[alternate-ram]

TOO LATE

Alice knew she shouldn't have tried on her slutty Step-Mother's fur coat, but it was too late now.

What had started as just a voice in her head had quickly taken control of her whole body, and now Alice could only watch in horror as her hands expertly layered thick makeup on her face.

"Don't worry dear," spoke her own mouth in a mature and all too familiar tone, "Mommy's going to show you just how fun it is to be me..."

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A Day at the Bitch

“Ugh, can’t we get one day of peace from your bully? He always seems to be where we are!” Morgan said as she adjusted her glasses, frowning as she scanned the beach. Her usually animated face was drawn with frustration as the afternoon sun beat down on the sand.

Dexter, slightly taller than her and sporting a matching nerdy vibe with his worn-out geek T-shirt, squinted into the distance. “I don’t think he’s clocked us yet, so let’s just pitch up somewhere far from him so he doesn’t notice. It’s a big beach.” He mumbled, tugging Morgan toward the far end of the shore.

Morgan’s gaze lingered on the distant figure of her boyfriend’s relentless tormentor, Travis, who was tossing a football with his friends. “I swear, he has a radar for you.” She grumbled.

Dexter smiled weakly, trying to lighten the mood. “Maybe I’m just magnetic. People can’t help but notice me.”

Morgan rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips.

They found a quiet spot and set up a big striped umbrella, both grateful for the shade. With their pale skin, the sun wasn’t exactly their friend. Morgan settled into her beach chair, nose buried in a book, while Dexter immediately pulled out his Nintendo Switch.

After a few minutes of play, Dexter sighed in frustration. “Ugh, I left my charger in the car. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Morgan glanced up, squinting. “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.” Dexter smiled before heading off, leaving Morgan alone under the umbrella, completely absorbed in her book.

The wind suddenly picked up, and Morgan barely had time to react before the umbrella lifted off the sand, tumbling end over end toward the sea. She leaped from her chair, sprinting after it, but it quickly flew out of reach, landing in the water and drifting further out.

“Damn it!” She muttered, cursing herself for not securing it better. Out of breath, she stood on the shoreline, watching helplessly.

A voice behind her made her freeze. “With skin like yours, you’ll be a lobster in no time.”

She turned sharply to see Travis standing there, smirking.

“Buzz off, Travis.” Morgan snapped, turning on her heel and heading back toward her towel, her heart pounding from the chase and his sudden appearance.

He followed, unbothered by her hostility. “Hey, I’ve got some sunscreen if you want it.” He called after her, waving a bottle casually.

Morgan stopped in her tracks, biting her lip. As much as she hated him, she knew her pale skin was no match for the blazing sun, and with the umbrella gone, she’d be cooked in no time. She hesitated, glancing at him over her shoulder. “Fine! But make it quick.” She growled.

Travis squeezed some sunscreen into his hand, the cold lotion making a squelching noise as Morgan rolled her eyes and turned her back to him. "This is ridiculous." She muttered under her breath but resigned herself to the situation.

He spread the cream over his hands and gently began to rub it into her shoulders. The cool sensation was immediate relief from the heat, and despite her reluctance, Morgan couldn’t deny how good it felt. Travis’ hands were surprisingly gentle, massaging the sunscreen in with soft strokes.

“Y’know, you’ve got really nice skin, and a great body.” He said smoothly.

Morgan bristled at first, wanting to snap something sarcastic, but the compliment caught her off guard. She felt her usual disgust for him soften, if only slightly. Compliments from Travis were rare, and she couldn't remember the last time someone, including Dexter, had said something like that to her.

Her mind wandered, conflicted. She hated Travis, didn’t she? And yet, as his hands moved methodically down her back, she found herself enjoying the sensation far more than she wanted to admit. Guilt bubbled up in her, but her body betrayed her with a deep sigh of relief as he continued.

Travis’s hands moved to her sides, his fingers spreading the sunscreen in slow, deliberate strokes. Morgan’s waist began to subtly contract, growing slimmer with each pass, but she was too distracted by the tingling, almost electric sensation that pulsed through her body from the cream. It felt intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through her muscles, and she leaned into it, sighing softly without even realizing.

“You know, you could be really popular, if you tried.” Travis said smoothly, his voice low as he massaged more sunscreen into her skin.

Morgan blinked, still half-lost in the blissful sensation. “Oh yeah? I’m sure I’d fit right in with the ‘in’ crowd.” She said jokingly.

Travis smirked, his hands continuing their work. “No I’m serious. Since Amber left there has been an opening for someone new. A little makeup here, some tighter clothes there, and you could own this place.”

Minutes ago, she would’ve been horrified at the suggestion, ready to spit back a retort about never being that shallow. But now, as the cream worked its magic and Travis’s hands moved with expert precision, she found herself surprisingly intrigued.

He rubbed the sunscreen into her shoulders and down her arms. Every inch of her that he touched became soft and tan. He ran his fingers onto her hands coating them in the sunscreen, the white cream running to the very tips of her fingers where they met her chipped and cracked nails. As the sunscreen covered them, her nails grew strong, long and sharp.

Morgan never noticed a thing, instead she found herself thinking of Amber. She had been Travis’ girlfriend, the queen bee of school and someone Morgan has been on the receiving end on more that one occasion. It was true that since she had left there had been a kind of power vacuum at school, all her friends fighting amongst each other for the throne.

Morgan closed her eyes, letting herself drift, and imagined what it would be like to be admired, powerful, and in control. To be like Amber. The idea made her pussy wet in a way she wasn’t expecting.

Morgan was completely lost in the fantasy, her mind drifting as Travis's words and hands worked together to pull her deeper into a haze of pleasure and temptation. She barely registered when his hands moved lower, spreading the sunscreen across her hips and down to her butt.

Only an hour ago she would have jumped or swatted him away, but now she didn't object, too entranced by the tingling warmth spreading through her skin. Instead she let a little moan escape her lips, approving of his venture. As his hands kneaded her, her butt grew plumper and rounder with each stroke.

The sensation only fueled her daydream, making her feel more powerful, more desirable than ever before. Travis’s voice broke through her dreamy haze. “Turn around.”

Morgan did as she was told without thinking, slowly facing him. Now, standing inches apart, she looked up into his eyes and, for the first time, noticed just how handsome he was. His sharp jawline, the way the sun reflected off his well-defined muscles, her previous disgust toward him seemed to erode even more, replaced by something she couldn’t quite explain.

Travis grinned, clearly aware of the shift in her demeanor. He squeezed more sunscreen into his hands and gently began rubbing it into her stomach. As his fingers worked their way across her skin, her stomach started to tighten, becoming toned and firm, as if sculpted.

She could have handled rubbing the sunscreen into the front of her body herself but she was getting a naughty thrill at having Travis do it for her. It made her feel dominant, something she had never felt.

“Of course if you were going to become popular, you couldn’t keep a name like Morgan. You would need a name that's hotter, meaner.” He murmured, his hands continuing their slow, deliberate movements.

Morgan blinked, her mind still foggy. A part of her was trying to rebel, telling her that she liked the name Morgan because it wasn't a bitchy girl name but she couldn't help but slowly nodding in agreement with Travis.

“Yes… a name that’s… luxurious.” She said in her daze.

“How about... Madison?” He suggested, his eyes locking onto hers. She looked into them, almost hypnotic. The name hung in the air, and echoed around her head. Yes Madison felt right, as if she were born to have it. She liked it. No! She loved it!

“Madison…?” She said with a purr.

In her mind, Morgan strutted through the crowded halls of her school, every eye glued to her as she moved with effortless grace. Behind her, a clique of girls, Amber's old friends in fact, followed in her wake. Each of them slutty and mean, but none could compare to her. She was radiant, flawless, the kind of girl everyone admired, envied, and feared. She wasn’t Morgan, she was Madison, The Queen Bee.

Heads turned as she passed by, students whispered in awe, and boys tripped over themselves just to get a second glance. The girls behind her kept their heads down, content to bask in her glow, but knowing they would never outshine her nor dare to do so.

Morgan’s smirk widened as she imagined her dominance over the social world. It felt so natural, so deserved. She could have anything, anyone, at the snap of her fingers.

Back in reality, she opened her eyes, the fantasy still vivid in her mind. "Madison is perfect." She purred, her voice dripping with bratty confidence. It would be the only name she’d answer to now.

Travis grinned back, satisfied. "Yes she is." He replied, his eyes dark with amusement. His hands finished their slow, deliberate movements over her skin and he took a step back to admire his work. Madison let out a soft, satisfied sigh and glanced up at him through half-lidded eyes.

But something didn’t feel quite right to her, she didn’t feel quite finished. She didn’t feel quite like the Madison she imagined but she knew what it was.

That’s when panic started to set in. She wasn’t some bitch called Madison, she was Morgan. She was a good and kind girl. Deep within her, her nerdy subconscious stirred, trying to claw its way back to the surface. She felt a wave of confusion crash over her, the weight of reality pushing through the fantasy.

“No... this is wrong. What are you doing to me?” She said taking a step away from Travis, her voice shaking as the fog in her mind began to clear.

“Relax Madison, just a little more sunscreen and you’ll feel better.” Travis said with a dark grin.

Morgan stumbled back, her breath quickening as she looked down at herself. Her hands, once short-nailed and unpolished, now sported long, manicured nails. Her stomach was toned and flat, her skin sun-kissed and flawless. She ran her fingers over her newly tanned arms, feeling the undeniable change.

She looked amazing, like the girl she’d always secretly wanted to be, but something felt horribly wrong. This wasn’t her. This wasn’t who she was.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She said suddenly finding confidence in her voice.

Travis stepped closer, his grin widening as he watched her realization dawn. "Isn’t it obvious? I’m making you into the new alpha bitch, the new queen bee. You are smart, much smarter than Amber was. I’m just making you unstoppable. Giving you the killer edge." He admitted casually.

Morgan’s heart raced as his words sunk in. The perfect body, the power, the admiration. It could all be hers. But did she want it?

“But if you really want me to stop, just say the word, and it’ll all go away and you can go back to Dexter.” Travis continued, his eyes locking onto hers. She felt a sudden revulsion at the sound of Dexter’s name.

Morgan gazed down at her perfectly manicured nails, feeling the smoothness of her toned body, the strength in her muscles, the beauty radiating from her skin. The temptation had fully sunk in, and the part of her that once resisted was now silent, overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of power and beauty.

Travis watched her closely, a knowing smile on his lips. “So, what do you say?��� He asked, stepping closer,

With a sultry smile, Madison took a step towards him, took Travis’s hands and guided them upward, placing them firmly on her tits. “You missed a spot.” She whispered, her voice low and teasing, eyes gleaming with lust.

Travis didn’t hesitate, his grin widening as he allowed his hands to settle where she had placed them. She moaned as her boobs started to grow larger in his hands, her nipples standing on end.

"Of course, a popular girl like me would need a strong and popular boyfriend by her side." She said, her voice silky and horny.

Travis chuckled, though there was a hint of challenge in his eyes. "What about Dexter?" He asked, his tone playful, but he already knew the answer.

Madison scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Dexter? Please. He's a weak, tiny dick loser. He doesn’t 'fit' with me anymore." Her words dripped with disdain, and the thought of being with Dexter seemed absurd to her now.

"Then who would be the right fit for you, Madison?" His voice was smooth, but there was a sharpness in his gaze, as if testing her.

Madison bit her lip flirtatiously and leaned closer, her eyes locking onto his. She slipped her hand into his shorts and grabbed his cock without hesitation. "Mmmm I think this would fit me perfectly." She whispered, her smile seductive and certain.

Satisfied at her new boob size, she sank to her knees and pulled down Travis’ shorts. His cock spring out eagerly and she licked her lips.

“Let’s see how you fit in here.” She said flashing him a cheeky smile and wrapping her pink lips around his cock. She had only given oral once and that was a pity blowjob she gave Dexter on his birthday. She had hated it. Travis on the other hand was different. The taste, the size, the smell. It was all cum inducing.

As her head bobbed in and out Travis put his strong hands on his head, guiding her softly. As he did the excess sunscreen on his hands started to drip off onto her hair. Each drop turned her hair platinum blonde, sleek and perfect.

The sunscreen seeped into her roots and made her head throb pleasurably. Sexy makeup appeared on her face and Travis felt her lips plump up around his cock making them both moan in unison.

She felt her corruption nearly complete. She was nearly rid of the weak loser she had been when she walked onto the beach. She just needed him to do one more thing that they would both enjoy…

—

It had taken Dexter longer that he expected because when he got to the car he had found one of its tires slashed. Not much of a mechanic, Dexter barely managed to change the tire with the spare. He didn’t know how but he suspected it had been Travis.

Exhausted he walked back onto the beach to find his umbrella and his girlfriend missing. Her book was still there but she was gone. He looked around the beach but couldn’t find her. He didn’t dare go over to Travis and ask.

Not because he was scared of him though. Of course he was but finding Morgan was more important that his fear for his bully. No he didn’t want to go over because Travis was currently ’entertaining’ a blonde bombshell Dexter had never seen.

She bounced up and down on his cock as if no one was watching. But as she caught eyes with Dexter from afar her gyrations seemed more intense and her moans much louder. Dexter knew it was just his imagination but it was almost like she wanted him to see. At that moment he wished he had the umbrella to hide his pitiful erection behind.

[hotdonnafox]

The Charity Ring

Jenna had always loved exploring charity shops. There was something magical about sifting through forgotten trinkets, each with a story of its own. One rainy afternoon, she found herself in a little store on the corner of Oak Street, the scent of old books and vintage clothes filling the air.

Among the dusty jewelry on the counter, a ring caught her eye. It was a delicate gold band, adorned with a gleaming sapphire, intricate carvings snaking around its surface. It looked out of place among the other worn items, as if it had a history that stretched far beyond the dusty shelves.

“How much for this?” Jenna asked the elderly shopkeeper.

The woman’s eyes twinkled, a cryptic smile curling her lips. “That ring belonged to someone very… unforgettable. Be careful what you wish for when you wear it.”

Jenna chuckled, slipping the ring onto her finger without a second thought. It fit perfectly, almost as if it had been made for her. The sapphire glimmered in the dim light, casting strange reflections onto her skin.

That night, she noticed the changes.

It started subtly. As she glanced in the mirror before bed, her reflection seemed different. Her lips looked fuller, her cheekbones sharper, her eyes more enticing. She brushed it off as a trick of the light, but the following morning, the transformation was undeniable.

Jenna’s hair fell in perfect waves, her skin radiated a flawless glow. Her wardrobe, once filled with modest, casual clothes, suddenly seemed inadequate. She found herself gravitating toward tight skirts, low-cut tops, and high heels she’d never had the confidence to wear before.

Her thoughts shifted, too. She used to be quiet, reserved now, all she could think about was how others looked at her. She craved their attention, needed it. At work, she noticed the way her colleagues stared, how the men fumbled over their words, how the women looked at her with envy. And she loved it.

With every passing day, the changes grew more intense. Her walk became a strut, her voice a seductive purr. She flirted with anyone who crossed her path, basking in their desire. Her thoughts grew darker, more selfish. She found herself lying, manipulating people with ease, using her beauty as a weapon. What was once a faint glimmer of vanity had become an all-consuming obsession.

Then came the memories. Late one night, as she gazed at herself in the mirror, a strange sensation washed over her a flood of foreign thoughts and desires. She saw flashes of a woman in extravagant gowns, draped in jewels, standing at the center of attention. She felt the woman’s arrogance, her cruelty, her insatiable hunger for power and luxury.

Jenna gasped, stepping back from the mirror. It wasn’t just the ring’s influence. It was the woman who had worn it before the vain, spoiled woman whose essence still lingered within the sapphire. Slowly, surely, Jenna was becoming her.

But instead of fear, Jenna felt a thrill rush through her veins. The old Jenna would have resisted, would have fought to stay the person she was. But now? She wanted it. She wanted the luxury, the adoration, the power that came with being that woman. The ring had unlocked something inside her, something darker and more thrilling than she had ever imagined.

By the time the final changes settled in, Jenna was unrecognizable. She stood in front of the mirror, a smirk on her lips, a gleam in her eyes. The ring had completed its work. She had become the woman who had worn it before vain, spoiled, and utterly unapologetic.

She would never take it off.

[brooksienewman]

When: October 12th Where: Newman Family Farm (Cage's Bachelor Party) Who: Kellan & open

"Someone got me real good with a paintball," Kellan remarked, poking at the large bonfire. There was something so satisfying about large fires and it always felt like an honor to be the one to stoke the fire for an event. "I'm glad the paintball company did disclaimers," he laughed, lifting his beer to his lips, taking a swig. "No real damage on your end, I hope?"

[ladybelladonna76]

Rachel didn't know what her stepdad saw in that stupid girl he was dating

She was obviously hot, but she was also bitchy, vain, and materialistic

Unsurprisingly he'd met this goldigger shortly after the medical negligence payout from her mother's accidental death, at the hands of a drunk quack doctor, when Daddy had been looking for some comfort at the bottom of a whiskey glass in questionable bars

"We're going to have so much fun, Daddy says we can spend whatever we want today, I have permission to spoil us both rotten"

Rachel rolled her eyes

"Let's just get this over and done with"

"Okay Rachey, I promise you're going to love it, this salon works miracles, then we go shopping!", Rosie squealed as she said shopping like some over excited middle school girl on a carnival ride

"Whatever, I'm doing this because DAD asked me too that's all, after the salon you can drop me off home before going out shopping"

"Okay meanie" Rosie pouted

Inside the salon it was as bad as Rachel had feared. This was just a grooming kennel for over primped high maintenance bitches, she couldn't think of one treatment she wanted to try.

"Please try the New U facial treatment Rachey" Rosie whined in her bimbo voice for the hundredth time

"Fine if you'll shut up, at least I get to lay down and relax"

She laid back and the beautician put the mask over her face

The mask started to emit a pulsing wave of light

It feels wrong, invasive, it hurts

She tried to sit up but couldn't move

Her brain felt like it was aflame as the light seemed to penetrate her skull

Suddenly words and concepts started to run through Rachel's head.

Bitch, cuckold, homewrecker, conniving, golddigger, manipulative

Every word brought a flood of images and memories of Rachel as the living embodiment of these words

Rachel knew she wasn't, there was no way she could be, she had never, would never do any of those things, her mom and dad raised her with a strong sense of right and wrong and everything she saw herself doing was wrong.

Rachel could sense new color behind her eyelids even though her eyes were closed tight

More information washed over her, new feelings and ideas.

She had secretly coveted her Step Daddy for years after her mom had married him. No he was always her Daddy, no my Dad, wasn't he?

I'd fucked that gold digging bitch's plastic surgeon behind her back, mommy dearest was fucking him to get a discount so he was fair game.

That's how I got him addicted to drugs and me, I got him drunk, high, and fucked him all night before the day of the surgery. I'd made him botch the surgery

Rachel screamed inside the mask, that's not me I wouldn't, I couldn't, I love my Mommy

Rachel felt her body starting to alter as the new light worked it's magic

She started to groan inside the mask as she felt her body staring to firm and tone, her breasts grew as implants formed inside them, her lips plumped, her nails lengthened into beautiful manicured claws.

Daddy loved her body so much better than her mom's pathetic..

"Oh my God, mom I'm sorry this isn't me, this isn't what I wanted!!"

Rachel removed the mask and looked around for her stepmom

Where was she?

"There's only us Raquel", she thought

This didn't make any sense

"We were always jealous of Mommy since middle school, all her boy toys, her clothes, cars, vacations, we just had to bide our time until we were all grown up and then he could be ours"

He?

Daddy?

Was Daddy hers now alone?

Ever nerve in her body fired in unison at this realization as an orgasm swept through her body

Of course New U Salon's machines didn't really work miracles they only used a cutting edge application of Quantum Mechanics.

They did however merge Rachel and her stepmom's quantum realities

A little tweak here and there, so the Quantum realm remained while and all was perfect with the world again

Another happy customer with guaranteed repeat business and referrals to boot

Rachel was very satisfied

Raquel skipped shopping that day and rushed home to her Daddy

She'd wanted him since he'd first walked into her life with her bitch mother

She spent years preparing for when they could be together. Years studying her mother's manipulation techniques, daily exercise at the gym to sculpt her body into a temple to be worshiped, style to dress in a manner befitting a goddess, oh and sex, how she'd perfected the art of love making and giving, she'd become such a slut.

All to be ready for her Daddy and now he was hers, she'd never give him up

New U Salon really was miraculous

[beautification-tales]

The Scarf

A caption tale

Sierra tied the green scarf around her neck. She smiled in the mirror as she pulled the ends through her decorative slide. Sierra was so proud of her accomplishments as a Girl Scout. Now she was a leader for the organization and worked tirelessly for it.

Jack her husband was not as enthusiastic about her career as she spent long hours at the office. Sierra was determined to increase enrollment to the Girl Scouts. The cookies did well but it seemed this next generation was not interested in learning camping skills. So when Jack offered her a new scarf to wear to the office she was overjoyed at the gesture.

“Looking good!” Jack said as she walked down the stairs. “You really think so? It’s not too much?” she asked, giving a little twirl. Jack shook his head. “Nah, it’s perfect. In fact maybe do even more! Maybe put on your sash! Show them all your badges!” Sierra smiled at the suggestion. “I really don’t think I need to do all that but I’m glad you’re being supportive.”

“You should get your beret too. You know that green one? I want you to put it on for me.” Sierra’s smile faded as she realized that Jack was being serious. “Ok Jack …. Haha you got me.” she chuckled nervously. “I think I’ll just stick to the scarf today.”

Jack’s smile faded. “No, I want you to put on the beret for me.”

Her heart racing, she reached into her closet and pulled out the green beret. She put it on her head, the fabric feeling oddly tight around her forehead. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling ridiculous. But Jack’s expression was not one of amusement. It was intense and serious.

“Aww yes, that’s it! That’s what Daddy likes! Now shake it for daddy.” Jack leaned back in his chair as he looked at his wife with a sinister glare. “Why are you talking to me like this Daddy?” Sierra asked but quickly gave a look of horror as she began to twerk. “What did you do to me?”

Jack smiled “looking good but stop asking questions.” His voice was commanding, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Sierra frowned as she felt compelled to reply “yes daddy.” Jack nodded in approval as he unzipped his pants. Sierra had a look of disgust as she wasn’t able to ask the question on her mind. “What are you doing Jack?” she thought.

“Ugh I’m sick of that condescending look from you! Don’t you get it? I want a horny slut that knows how to please her man.” Jack pulled out his hard member. Sierra’s look of disgust disappeared quickly as her mouth began to water. She couldn’t stop herself from feeling aroused as she felt herself kneel before her devious husband.

“Yeah suck my cock. I want you to love it too!” Jack’s voice grew gruffer as he watched his wife, who was now fully under his control, kneel before him. Sierra felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal as she took his erect member into her mouth, her eyes locked onto his. Sierra moaned and increased her efforts to Jack’s enjoyment.

“Yes! This is so much more fun than you going to that stupid job of yours. I was so skeptical when the lady gave me that scarf but I was too curious to try. I want you to transform into my personal stripper.” Sierra felt a tingle throughout her body as she felt it shift and change.

Her slacks tightened around her waist, turning into a green bikini bottom that barely covered her ass. Her shirt ripped away to reveal a smaller white top, and her shoes morphed into black stilettos. She looked up at Jack, feeling both terrified and incredibly turned on. She continued to suck his cock, her eyes wide with shock and excitement.

Sierra’s body filled out to make the outfit look even more scandalous. She moaned and sucked harder as her breasts grew and her ass swelled. She stroked and sucked as her hands became more delicate. Red feminine nails formed on her fingers. The scarf receded into a texas tie giving a better view of her breasts. She could feel the white fishnets on her legs as a tiny sash appeared on her tighter abdomen. “Aww fuck! Now that’s the kind of Girl Scout I appreciate!” Jack groaned as he came.

Sierra shook with an orgasm as she swallowed all of her man’s seed. She felt her lips plump up as her cheekbones rose. She felt her hair grow down the length of her back. She smiled, feeling so much better as she licked her lips.

“Daddy, did I earn my cocksucking badge?”

[rylem33]

Fun and Games

Jonas looked up as Aimee emerged from the bedroom, and his jaw nearly hit the floor. She wasn’t wearing the baggy hoodie and leggings she’d had on moments earlier. Now she was wearing a dress that was barely there. Her body was thinner, more toned, and impossibly sexy. Even the way she walked was different.

“Hey, babe,” she purred, her voice smoother, sultrier. She leaned against the doorframe, her eyes scanning him predatorily. “You’re looking… cute tonight.”

Jonas blinked, his brain struggling to catch up. Just moments earlier she scampered into the bedroom, her normal self and now she was… “Aimee? What the hell’s going on? What… what happened to you?”

She tilted her head and smiled, letting the question linger as she strolled closer. “What do you mean? Don’t you like it?” She gestured to herself, spinning slowly to show off every inch of her transformed figure. “I mean isn’t this working for you?”

Jonas shook his head, his heart pounding. “No, I mean…you’re gorgeous, but this isn’t you. You were just…..”

“Just what?” she interrupted, stopping a few steps away. “Plain? A little frumpy? Let’s not sugarcoat it, Jonas.” She smirked, a dangerous glint in her eye. 

Jonas took a step back, looking at the deck of cards on the table. The Role With It game was something they found at a local hobby shop and thought was cute. The instructions said draw a card and have fun. “What was the card you drew?”

Aimee’s smile widened, slowly. “Oh, that? I don’t remember what it was called.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Funny, huh? One little card, and suddenly…” She trailed off, running her hands down her sides. “Boom. Instant upgrade.”

Jonas stared, his mouth dry. “Aimee, that game was just supposed to be a stupid novelty! We didn’t know it would…”

“Change me?” she finished for him, her voice sweet but her undertone was something else. “Yeah, well. Surprise!” She stepped closer, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “But you know what, Jonas? I think I like it. I feel… amazing.”

She reached out, her fingers lightly trailing up his chest. “And you? You look like you’re enjoying the new me, too.” She let out a soft, throaty moan, leaning in close. “Mmm… God, just looking at you is getting me all worked up.”

Jonas froze, his eyes locked on Aimee as she drifted closer, her every movement making his pulse race. He swallowed hard, his mind grappling with confusion, awe, and a deep, unshakable unease.

“Aimee, I don’t…this isn’t right,” he stammered, backing up slightly as she leaned into his space. “We have to stop it. Maybe there’s a way to undo the card.”

“Undo it?” she whispered, her breath warm and tantalizing against his ear. “Why would we do that?” Her lips brushed the corner of his jaw, lingering just enough to send shivers down his spine. “Don’t you like this?” she murmured, her tone slipping into a low, sultry moan. “Because I do. Mmm… I really do.”

Jonas’s knees nearly buckled as she tilted her head back, a throaty sigh escaping her lips. Her hands skimmed down his chest, her nails lightly grazing the fabric of his shirt. “Just touching you is… electric,” she breathed, her voice heavy with desire. She pressed closer, her curves molding against him as her fingers curled around the back of his neck.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” she continued, her lips hovering inches from his. “So alive. So… hungry.” She let out another soft moan, her eyelids fluttering as if she were savoring every second. “Don’t you feel it, Jonas? This insane chemistry between us?”

Jonas’s heart pounded in his chest, each word tugging him deeper. “I… I feel it,” he admitted, his voice cracking slightly. His hands hovered over her waist, trembling.

“That’s it,” she purred, guiding his hands to rest on her hips. “See? Doesn’t that feel good? Just let go, Jonas. Let me show you how good this can be.”

Her lips brushed his in the barest hint of a kiss, her breath mingling with his as she whispered, “You make me feel so… wild.” Her moan, this time, was louder, rawer, sending heat straight through him. She smiled, one of her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer and the other reaching into his pants, stroking his dick. “I just can’t get enough of you.”

Jonas’s head swam as he gave in to her touch, her words. He could feel the warmth of her body, the way she moved against him, the electric thrill of her teasing lips.

“Aimee,” he murmured, his voice unsteady. “I want you…”

Her laughter shattered the moment, sharp and cutting. She stepped back abruptly, her expression twisting into a cruel smirk.

“You want me?” she repeated, her tone dripping with mockery. “Oh, Jonas.” She folded her arms, her eyes narrowing as she looked him up and down. “You’re adorable. You really thought I was into you? That all of this…” She gestured to herself with a slow, deliberate motion, from her flawless hair to her killer heels. “…was for you?”

Jonas staggered, his breath catching. “I…I thought…” His words died on his lips as her expression darkened.

“Of course you did.” Her laugh was cold, slicing through him like a blade. “You’re such an easy mark. A couple of moans, a little flirting, and you’re practically falling over yourself to worship me.” She tilted her head, her smile razor-sharp. “Pathetic.”

His stomach twisted as realization hit him like a punch. “Aimee, what are you saying?,” he whispered. “That card…it’s making you…”

“Making me what?” she interrupted, her voice low and dangerous. “Making me honest? Making me hot, sexy? Making me see you for what you really are…a desperate little boy?” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Guess what, Jonas? We played the game, drew the card, and now you get to deal with the consequences.”

“I didn’t mean for this!” Jonas pleaded, his voice rising.  He bent down and picked up the card she dropped on the way to the bedroom. The Cruel Temptress.  “Oh God, I didn’t know…”

“Didn’t know? Of course you didn’t. But that’s the beauty of it.” She leaned in close, her smile widening. “I’ve never felt better, Jonas. And you?” Her voice dropped to a whisper, lethal and mocking. “You’ll never feel worse.”

Before he could respond, she spun on her heel, her laughter ringing out as she strode toward the door. “Enjoy the game, babe,” she called over her shoulder, as she slammed the door shut behind her.

[eternalsa2z]

Cake

You always wanted a big bimbo butt. Luckily your girlfriend was sweet and got you a BBL as one of your birthday presents. You should've been grateful, but you were a greedy 'lil bimbo brat. You wanted more.

Thankful your girlfriend was fantastic and understood your needs because she was a bimbo too. She surprised you in bed with a reveal of her own juicy inflated backside as your second present. Now you got to have your cake and eat her's too!