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Fuck that's hot.

LOOK WHAT MOMMY FOUND

Lindsey had always been a super kind person and as a Mom, she was just the best. She knew her daughter Betty was having real difficulties at the moment at school, so she told her husband Jack that she and him were going to do an act of kindness to try and cheer Betty up.

Betty was being badly bullied by a group of bitchy girls for being a science nerd. Lindsey had tried talking to the school, but as the girls were all popular and on the cheer squad no one seemed to want to do anything about it.

Lindsey had decided that although she couldn't get the school to listen, she could make Betty's home life nicer. They'd saved up a nice amount and she and Jack were going to surprise their daughter by stripping her room and letting her re-deocrate it, just like she'd been asking for years.

It was nice working together on their daughters room. The couple listened to the radio and whilst Jack got to work stripping the wallpaper, Lindsey began moving Betty's things in order to clear room. Their daughter was going to be so surprised and happy when she got back in a few hours.

Picking up an old satchel from inside Betty's wardrobe, Lindsey cursed as it tipped over and the contents tumbled over the floor. She gaped in stupified misunderstanding as a floppy pink skinsuit with a mane of blonde hair fell onto the floor. The suit looked like an empty human skin with painted nails, long lashes and stretchy tight skin. It smelt of perfume and was clearly female with two flat, but impressive bumps just waiting to be filled up.

"What on Earth is this?" asked Lindsey picking it up and holding it in front of her. The skin felt soft and young, like an eighteen year old's skin - and it had a zip down the back. Lindsay noticed that the toes were pedicured too and the face was incredibly beautiful - with soft pink lips and thick full black lashes. Right now the eyelids were closed like the skin was sleeping.

A journal had fallen out next to the skin and Jack picked it up to read.

"Using the DNA of the popular girls, I have grown a synthetic skin that will finally let me infiltrate and become one of them. I just have to find the courage to put it on and transform. My only concern is that the skin appears to have a life of it's own and have the genetic memory of all the evil bitches I used to create it. I am scared it is trying to wear me and make me into something I am not. I need more time to think about this. Darling, this is our daughters handwriting... have you... hey what are you doing Lindsey?"

Jack was shocked to see his wife was slipping off her clothes. She was stroking the skin and her pupils were dilated as if with pleasure. Her breathing was heavy and her chest was heaving with excitement.

"Mmm... I must put on the skin. I must put on the skin. I must wear it... Mommy needs it so bad."

Jack watched in horror as his wife stretched open the skin and began to clamber inside, squeezing her middle aged body into the tight smooth flesh and moaning with pleasure.

"Oooooh fuck yessss," she hissed sliding her legs into the skin's and moaning as it sucked tight. The legs were filled up, yet they were impossibly slender and long. Pink manciured toes wiggled enticingly as Lindsey began to pull the suit up higher.

Bones popped and Lindsay's waist cracked. She was now impossibly thin, her proportions back to those of an eighteen year old cheerleader as she hiked up the skin and popped her sagging breasts inside.

The boobs on front of the skin filled up, pert and firm, riding high on her chest. Lindsey groaned and slid her arms into the suit. Pink nails sprang from her fingers and using smoothed tanned skin she lifted the face up like a hood and pushed her face inside. Sliding the head over her own, she shivered as the blonde hair attached to her scalp and with a low moan she reached behind her to begin closing the zip.

As the suit sealed it sucked and constricted and Jack watched with a growing boner as his wife was replaced by a smirking blonde teen with blowjob lips and wicked eyes. She reached to her face and purred softly, pleased with her beautiful features.

"Mmmmmh, well well well, look what Mommy found," she giggled. "I should thank that little bitch Betty for making me my new skin. Now Mommy is young and strong again and I fucking LOVE it."

Standing up, Lindsey strutted over to the mirror and admired her perfect body. Jack's dick was absolutely rock hard now as she opened her daughters drawers and pulling out a pink flesh coloured one-piece climbed inside. Somehow she looked even hotter inside the lingerie as she began to do her makeup and hair.

By the time she was finished, she looked like a total teenage bitch - an eighteen year old slut. She looked just like the bitchy cheerleaders that were bullying Betty.

"Fuck yeah, you can call me Lia from now on, I always fucking hated that dumb name anyway."

Picking up Lindsey's wedding ring from the floor, Lia giggled and walking over to the window she tossed it outside. "Mmmmh I won't be needing that anymore. Your wife is fucking dead loser."

"Lindsey, no! Don't do this, take that skin off!"

"What skin? This one?" Reaching behind her back, Lia giggled as she snapped off the zip and tossed it out of the window too.

"But don't worry 'Daddy'. You can report your wife missing and I'll help you cover up what happened. All you have to do is make sure you help me adopt my new identity as your bitchy step-daughter."

Sinking to her knees before Jack, Lia looked up and smirking she began to unbutton his fly. "After all 'Daddy', I can do things that your wife never could."

Jack groaned as Lia wrapped her hot wet lips around his rock hard cock and started to suck. As his hands slid into her hair and he heard her moan approvingly, he knew he was going to do whatever this naughty little slut wanted him to do from now on.

***

"Awwww have you still not found that zip," giggled Lia as Betty her hands covered in dirt from where she had been searching in the garden wept and cried.

Her clothes ripped and torn, she crawled around on her hands and knees whilst her new 'step-sister' sat above her dressed in designer lingerie with a bitchy expression on her face.

"Even if you did find it, I'm never taking off this skin. Mommy is gone you fucking loser and so long as Jack is addicted to my mouth and my tight pussy, he'll do whatever I want."

Giggling Lia stood up and pushing the weakened Betty over she lowered her perfect ass onto her face. Betty moaned as her bully smothered her frantically trying to push the stronger girl off.

"Mmmmh, don't struggle loser. Breath my ass nice and deep, because from now on I'm the dominant bratty step-sister and you are my weak pathetic victim. Haha why would you ever leave something so fucking amazing just lying around?"

Mommy was no longer kind or helpful and Lia was definitely hear to stay...

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Stag Boobs

My best-man Martin had promised me that my stag-do would be absolutely brilliant, but to be honest… I was getting worried. Martin had broken up with his own girlfriend a few months back and part of the reason I’d even asked him to be the best-man out of all my many friends, was that I thought he needed something to keep him busy and occupied. I had hoped the duties of best man would keep him on track, but now only a few days before the stag-do, I had yet to hear anything about his plans.

Martin had never been that organised in the first place and he didn’t tend to look after himself that well. Since the break up he’d become even more disorganised, messy and absent minded and I wanted to make sure my friend was actually on top of his duties. I had a horrible feeling that Martin was probably not prepared for the stag-do and I was going to end up looking like an idiot. Martin often let people down.

In the end that was what had led to his own breakup. Angela had dumped Martin because he was so useless.  He’d begged her to stay, but she had brushed him off.  Now he was broken hearted and said he was still in love with her, but worst of all, she was one of Jenny’s friends. My future wife had even offered Angela a position as one of her bridesmaids so Martin was definitely going to see her at the wedding. They both claimed it wasn’t an issue, but I knew it was going to tear my friend up to see his ex looking amazing and enjoying the attention of other guys, as she enjoyed flaunting herself as the hot bridesmaid.

My own fiancee Jenny was the cutest, kindest girl I’d ever met. She was a total sweetheart and lovely to be around.  I was madly, deeply in love with her. She was slim and slender, small breasted and petite.  I couldn’t wait to make her my wife, though I sometimes wished I’d had more time to sow some wild oats. I’d only ever been with a couple of women, and once that ring was on my finger I was going to be faithful to Jenny for life.

Our wedding was now relatively imminent, but meanwhile there was still a lot of logistics left to do. I’d perhaps unwisely left the organisation of the stag-do entirely up to Martin whilst I got on with the main event, and now it had crept up on me.

Deciding I better check in and make sure everything was going smoothly, I decided to stop off at his small apartment and find out the arrangements from the man himself.  Martin lived on the fourth floor of an apartment block, so I buzzed up and he told me to come up. I preferred living in a house, but I guessed his small four bedroom apartment was the perfect size for a childless couple and I understood why he liked it so much.  The apartment had a nice view of the nearby park and river and it was nicely furnished and a reasonable rent.

Entering the apartment through the unlocked front door, I heard Martin calling me in from the back. As usual his apartment was a bomb site. Empty pizza boxes and unwashed dishes littered the surfaces. The floor was a mess of discarded cans and lazily hurled magazines and books. What would have been a clean and airy apartment had a tinge of the dishevelled bachelor. Martin lived like a bum and it was a constant source of irritation to me.

Entering the living space at the back of the apartment, I found Martin busying himself with a couple of boxes that had been delivered but not yet opened. “Oh hey Dude,” he grinned as he cut a box apart with a pair of kitchen scissors. “You’re just in time for the grand reveal.”

I asked him what he was doing and how things were going with the stag-do prep and he just grinned. “Pretty good, I booked the hotel and the flights. We’re having a nice little cheap trip to a sunny little island in Greece. Plenty of cheap beer, hot women and in the best traditions of a stag do… fake boobs!”

Laughing he ripped the box he was fiddling with open and pulled out a pair of fake plastic joke breasts, the kind you could always buy from a cheap costume store. Each was a cup of hard moulded plastic, with thin clear plastic shoulder straps and a hookable back strap in order to wear it, a bit like a bra. There was something… strange about the breasts. I found my gaze being drawn back to them repeatedly and a strange and increasingly insistent urge to try them on.

“Damn it, where are the rest?  They only sent me one!  Cheap bloody online shopping company, I needed a pair for all of us,” cursed Martin.  “No stag-do is complete without some dress up for the lads.”

My hand had begun to reach out almost without thinking and I had a suddenly vision of slipping the breasts on and wearing them. My desire to try them on grew and grew. I had always liked boobs, it was my one regret about Jenny. She was so flat-chested. I imagined her with a big round pair of tits like these fake ones and felt my cock twitch in appreciation.

Put them on. You like tits. You need tits. You WANT tits.

Yes I did like tits. I wanted to feel them on my chest. I wondered what it would feel like to look down and see breasts, to feel them jutting off my chest. I wondered how it felt to be a busty girl, the centre of attention always getting what she wanted due to her impressive assets.

My hand crept forward even further. I couldn’t wait to claim the tits, to put them on and feel them on my chest. 

Yesssss. Take me. Take me now.

Suddenly Martin picked up the fake breasts and the spell was instantly broken. I blinked in embarrassment.

“There’s something kind of hot about these tits,” he laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. “I can’t wait to try these on for some reason. It’s like they want me to wear them or something. Silly of course. Still I should try them on and see what these actually look like before I order any more for you and the other guys. The online seller I got them from was really weird, all the info was in Japanese or something so I couldn’t understand anything they were saying. In fact, it’s kind of weird, but I can’t even find them online anymore.”

Scrolling through his phone for a few seconds looking for the buyer, Martin shrugged. Then lifting up the breasts to his bare chest, Martin slid his arms through the straps and pulled the boobs up to his chest. I watched jealously as he pushed them into place. “Help me with this backstrap will you please dude.”

He turned around and my fingers went to his upper back. Touching the boobs sent a strange tingle through me and my jealousy increased. Why couldn’t I try them on? I should have been the one.

Fighting off the weird feelings, I carefully attached and tightened the back strap, causing the plastic tits to ride proud and high on his chest just like the real things.  As my hands moved away I heard a weird sucking sound… like the tits were somehow attaching to Martin’s chest. I heard him groan, an involuntary noise and then he began to turn.

Something was wrong. Something weird was happening. As Martin turned I could see that the plastic tits were melting into his skin and the straps fading away.  His body began to transform, the empty plastic breasts swelling up and filling with firm sexy flesh as he groaned and pushed his chest out, his shirt shrinking and transforming into a girls tight form-fitting one piece and his other clothing melting away. I could now see the bulge of his cock, pushing out from his crotch - his bare legs and bare arms now revealed as the magical transformation suddenly accelerated.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkk yeahhhhh,” groaned Martin as his voice wavered and unbroke, his Adam’s apple retracting and his skin turning smoother. He lost height and weight, becoming smaller and more petite… now a good foot smaller than me. His hands went to his chest, cupping his massive new tits as the straps completely vanished and he was left holding two completely realistic boobs in each hand.  They wobbled enticingly and seemed heavy and real in his once masculine hands.

“Mmmmmh, ooooooh.”

Martin’s short hair began to lengthen and grow, blonde streaks flashing through the mane of silky hair that now reached down to his shoulders and upper back. Long sharp nails sprang from each finger as his eyes turned a deeper hazel, seductive and deep. Soft pink lips parted in pleasure as Martin’s flat bottom swelled out like he had been performing a hundred squats a day. Muscle tone and perfect definition ran over his skin, his tummy becoming wash-board flat and his hips cracking out to give him a more rounded figure.

Makeup shimmered into place, soft pink pouting lips and long sexy lashes moving in surprise as Martin’s face tightened up and became smoother and more feminine looking.  There was a funny cracking noise, and a brief wince of discomfort as Martin adjusted his once piece.  Looking down at his crotch I saw it was no perfectly flat and smooth. His bulge was completely gone and the tight grey material now hugged the curves of a feminine body without a trace of masculinity.

Martin was now tanned, smooth, blonde and petite. His voice was high pitched and gold earrings hung from his lobes. His pedicured toes and manicured nails looked amazing, and now I could see that it hadn’t just been him who was changing.

Martin’s once messy flat had totally changed. It was now tidy and clean, modern looking with stylish art on the walls.  An expensive coffee machine sat on the counter, and through the open door of his bedroom I could now see a women’s boudoir with a makeup vanity and a large full length mirror. A rack of designer clothes and a set of shoe cubicles now sat proudly in place… the once messy bedroom now looking like a female influencers space.

In the living room, the discarded pizza boxes and detritus of Martin’s life was gone, instead there were pot plants, flowers and a rolled up yoga mat. His Xbox was gone and the fridge was now full of healthy food and salads. Strangest of all was the metal pole now bolted from the roof to the floor near the centre of the room. What was that for?  The room even smelt better, a soft feminine floral smell - it could even have been the perfume that my friend was wearing.

It was like Martin no longer existed.

“Oh… my… God,” purred Martin in a sexy, highly feminine voice. He looked down at his body in total shock. The fake boobs had turned him completely into a woman. “I turned into a girl, what am I going to do?”

I didn’t answer. For my own part I could barely stop staring at Martin’s chest.  They made Jenny’s flat tits look like nothing. Martin’s tits were now the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. They were firm and heavy, round and perfect in every way. To my shame I felt my cock twitch as I imagined touching them, feeling them, holding them.  I imagined what it would feel like to pump by cock between them and cum over my friends new beautiful face. I blushed in shame.

Ugh, what the fuck was wrong with me?

Seeing my gaze, Martin’s hands tightened on his chest and he even grinned at the clear male attention I was giving to his impressive chest. “Mmmmmh, these do feel amazing,” he smiled, still cupping his boobs. “So this is what girls tits feel like,” he giggled as he squeezed and massaged his new assets.

“Can you remove them?” I asked curiously, “Maybe if you can take them off you’ll turn back to normal.”

Martin paused, dropping his boobs so they hung naturally from his chest again as his hands went to his lower back.  “Hmmmmm, I think so… I think I can feel the clasp. Can you?”

I walked behind Martin, admiring his perfect ass. He was smaller than me now and he looked so fucking sexy. My dick was rock hard now and I tried to ignore how soft his skin felt as I moved my hands over his lower and upper back. I could feel nothing but soft skin. “I can’t feel anything,” I finally admitted.

“Weird, maybe only I can remove them… good to know,” he smiled a fey light in his beautiful new eyes.

“So are you going to take them off,” I asked, feeling nervous suddenly about what was going to happen next.

“Hold your horses baby,” giggled Martin. “Now I know I can remove them, there’s no rush. I think we should explore this situation a little further. It’s strange, but the longer I’m transformed this way, the more natural it all feels. Aren’t you curious about this situation?”

“A little,” I admitted, “but Jenny is gonna freak if she catches me hanging around with a sexy girl like you.”

“So you think I’m sexy?” purred Martin as he swayed over to the door and found a handbag hanging from a hook. Rooting around inside he pulled out a feminine looking purse, and slipped a card out… a driving licence. 

“Mallory? Mallory Greene? I guess that’s my name now.  Hmmmm, according to this I’m twenty years old. Wow, there’s another I.D card in here too for that exclusive lap-dancing club in the city. It’s a staff card. I must be one of the dancers! I’m a fucking stripper! I must do well, otherwise I’d never be able to afford an apartment like this. Guess that explains the pole?”

Martin walked over to the metal pole and to my surprise suddenly leapt onto it with effortless grace. My mouth dropped open as he spun around it, his body perfectly arched and his legs wrapped round the pole as he giggled and laughed. “Holy shit, it’s like I can remember how to do this even though I’ve never done it before.”

“That’s incredible,” I gasped. “It's like the boobs have given you the knowledge you need to be a twenty year old stripper.”

“I guess they have,” smiled Martin. “If I close my eyes I can even remember how to do my makeup, how to dress my body, how to walk in a way that will get me the attention I crave. Mmmmh, and I can remember some other stuff too.”

“What other stuff?”

Martin giggled and bit his lip.  “I can show you if you like. This new body is making me really fucking horny.”

“Wh… what are you talking about?” I gasped in sudden surprise.

“Well - I was going to hire you a stripper for your stag-do anyway - but seeing as I AM now a stripper I guess I can give you a private show. How would you like it if I take off all my clothes and give you a lap dance?”

My friend began to tug off his one-piece. My eyes widened as he slid his tits out of the clingy material. They looked even more impressive naked. Tanned, smooth and round I had never seen such an amazing pair. “Martin, stop this, you’re nuts.”

“Call me Mallory,” purred Martin. “Come on Jack, how long is it since you felt a pair of twenty year old tits. Come here and touch my boobs. I promise you’ll like it.”

I watched in shock as ‘Mallory’ tossed aside her grey one-piece. Underneath she was completely naked. Her pussy was waxed and neatly trimmed, a tight pink slit. Her ass was smooth and perky… her boobs jutted magnificently from her chest. Entirely naked she began to gyrate around the pole. My hard-on was now so rock solid I could barely stand it.

“It’s okay Jack,” smiled Mallory as she tossed back her hair and leant back so her tits were fully on show. “Jenny doesn’t have a rack like me, so you’re never gonna get a chance like this again. Think of this as my wedding present. I don’t know how these magic tits came into my possession, but I may as well take advantage and so should you. Come over here and feel them.”

I walked over to Mallory who continued to spin on the pole. She seemed so unlike Martin that I had now completely forgotten it was my friend inside her beautiful body. I could smell her perfume… her skin had the scent of perfume and sex. She span around so that I was behind her. I walked up to her, her soft ass grinding up against my crotch as I put my hands around her back to cup her chest.

“Mmmmh, that’s it, give them a good squeeze,” she moaned, rubbing her naked ass against my powerful erection. Her tits filled my hands. They were amazing. I rubbed a nipple with a thumb and felt it stiffen causing her to moan louder and rub her ass harder against my straining erection. “Fuck yeah, squeeeze them Jack.”

I squeezed Mallory’s tits. She arched her head back and I kissed her neck. One of her hands went to my trousers and I felt my belt loosen as she began to unbuckle it. “Whoops,” she giggled as my trousers fell down and my dick sprang free. She pushed her ass back, my cock riding up into her ass crack and causing me to gasp in pleasure as she rubbed herself up and down on my body.

“Wh… what are you doing?” I groaned.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she moaned, turning her head and kissing me passionately. I wish I could say I resisted, that I fought back… but I didn’t even hesitate. I hadn’t been with another woman for five years since I’d met Jenny, but now I had my tongue in another woman’s mouth.  Mallory was a much better kisser. Her tongue was in my mouth, her hands on my cock, pumping and stroking it. I groaned… sex with Jenny was often conventional and kind of boring. With Mallory it already felt exciting and dirty. I had never felt so turned on.

“I want you to fuck me Jack, take me right here like a slut in the middle of my apartment. Fucking do it.”

I groaned and spun her around, slapping her ass with a loud crack. She moaned and spread her legs for stability as I yanked my trousers off and bent her over double. Grabbing her ass, I used my other hand to guide my cock to her pussy. She was wet already, and it didn’t take long to coat my cock in her juices… my thrusts going deeper as I slid in and out of her tight body.

“Ohhh yes Jack, fuck me. FUCK ME!!!”

Thwap, thwap, thwap. Mallory screamed as I pounded into her, my balls hitting her ass as she grabbed onto the pole for stability and I grabbed her blonde hair and used it to yank her head back. Her mouth was stretched in ecstasy, her eyes rolled up in her head as I fucked her hard and caused her massive tits to bounce with every pump.  She moaned and whined and screamed like a pornstar, driving my wild. 

“Fuck me on the sofa,” she moaned as she let go of the pole, and slid off my cock. Turning around she jumped into my arms and I carried her to the couch, where she slid down onto my dick with an eager giggle. Stradling me, Mallory began to bounce up and down, grabbing my hands and directing them to her tits.

I screamed in pleasure as she rode me and I massaged her massive boobs. I was in heaven, this felt so amazing. “Mmmmmh yes Jack, fuck me like a slut,” she panted.

“Ughhh, I think I’m gonna cum,” I moaned.  

“That’s okay baby,” she grinned, “You can cum inside me. Fucking fill me up.”

“Noooo,” I groaned pushing her off. 

Her face clouded for an instant, an annoyed look in her eyes, then she smiled again. “That’s okay baby. Then cum all over my tits, fucking use me for target practice.” She knelt down in front of me.

I screamed as Mallory grabbed my dick and began to enthusiastically pump it, all whilst looking deep into my eyes and smiling. I felt my orgasm build and suddenly I was cumming. Thick white premarital cum erupted out of my dick, dripping and flowing over Mallory’s impressive chest. She moaned and giggled, making appreciative noises and squeezing every last drop out. “Mmmmh such a good boy,” she purred then smirking opened her hot pink lips wide and slid my dick back into my mouth. She sucked my dick, swallowing as much as she could as if it were caviar or a fine wine. I groaned as I felt her drain every last drop. Finally with a satisfied popping sound, she slid her soft pink lips back off my dick leaving pink lipstick smears on my cock. 

“Mmmmmh, delicious. Wow you sure had a big load. I guess Jenny hasn’t been meeting your sexual needs. Don’t worry, I won’t tell her you nearly nutted inside me. Just imagine if you had though? Maybe next time?”

Giggling, Mallory looked down at her massive chest and using a manicured finger she scooped up some of the cum that I had blasted over her perfect tits. “Mmmmmh, I do so love extras.”  She licked up the cum and ate more of it from her chest. Then standing up she walked into the bathroom to finish cleaning up the rest whilst I sat with my head in my hands, wondering what I’d just done. 

I thought about Jenny. I thought about my beautiful wife to be. In all the time I’d known her, I’d never cheated once. I’d never done anything to put our relationship in jeopardy. But now I had just fucked the shit out of another woman and even now as I tried to picture Jenny’s features, I couldn’t stop thinking about Mallory’s big tits. Mallory’s huge boobs filled my mind as I replayed blasting my load over them, watching my cum dripping down all over her tits. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to ram my cock between those tits and hear Mallory call me a good boy again as I creamed all over her massive mammaries. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Tears dripped down my cheeks and I groaned. What had I done?

Coming back out all cleaned up, Mallory snorted as she saw my tears. “Oh stop being such a fucking pussy. It doesn’t mean anything what we just did. I mean I can see you feel guilty, but don’t be. It’s not like I’m a real woman… well… I guess I kind of am right now, but if I take these off…” she began to fumble at her back.

“Everything will be fixed.”

I watched in fascination as with a grunt of effort Mallory began to peel her own huge boobs from her sexy chest. They resisted, then with a sucking sound they popped off her chest and in moments had become fake cheap plastic again. Mallory gasped and threw back her head groaning and wincing in discomfort, her body popping and cracking. The apartment around us began to transform, blurring and shifting. More rapidly than it had taken to become a girl, Mallory’s body lost its femininity and in a matter of seconds Martin was standing in front of me with a pair of fake boobs in his hands.

“See dude,” laughed Martin. “Mallory is gone and there is no lasting harm done. Jenny will never find out what we did.” He blushed. “I don’t know what came over me by the way. Please don’t ever tell anyone about this. I don’t know how these magic tits work or where they came from, I doubt I’ll ever find that website again, but we have to keep this our secret. I don’t want anyone knowing I sucked your dick and let you put it inside me too.”

“You can remember it all?” I asked shyly.

“Yeah, but it’s kind of weird, like it happened to someone else. I don’t think I have Mallory’s full memories or skills anymore, I couldn’t pole-dance if you held a gun to my head and I don’t remember anything about girls fashion and clothing. It all made so much sense when I had the boobs on.”

“How did it feel?” I asked looking down at the tits still in his hand.

“It felt good, really good… but I don’t wanna talk about it,” he suddenly blushed, putting the boobs into their box. “I need to think about what happened and get my head around it.  I think it’s best if we just forget about all this and concentrate on your marriage. Yes, this is an incredible discovery, but right now we only have a few weeks before you’re getting married and a trip to a Greek island to complete with the boys.”

I shrugged. Martin was right. The boobs were best put to one side for now and I needed to make up for my guilt about Jenny. We could try to find out more about them later on.  

Meanwhile, we had a beer and got back to normal discussion. It’s not like we forgot about the incredible magic boobs, but that is where it should have ended. 

It was actually just the beginning…

****

The weekend of my stag-do had come at last.  We’d boarded a plane at Heathrow and flown to Rhodes. A short hop on a ferry to a tiny Greek island resort and a weekend of sun, beer and fun awaited us. 

It was me, Martin and my three other mates - Richard, Shaun and Gary. 

Everyone was sharing two to a bedroom, except Gary who had a terrible snoring problem so we’d dumped him in a room at the end of the corridor. Martin and I were sharing a room of course, and Richard and Shaun were in another one. 

So far we’d mostly been out drinking and relaxing on the beach. As we were a small group and relatively well-behaved, we’d managed to avoid any problems with the locals. The resort was mostly full of tourists of course. There were even a few other stag-do’s and some hen-do’s.  Everyone other than Martin was married, but that hadn’t stopped my friends checking out the hot scantily clad women relaxing on the beach or wandering around the resort. Not that anything had happened of course.

I had almost begun to forget about Mallory, or perhaps I had just kidded myself that I had. I had jerked off a couple of times remembering her body and her tits, reliving that amazing moment in Martin’s apartment.  I was still convinced that was the end of it.

We were out in the hot evening air enjoying a few beers and chilling down by the road that ran alongside the beach. It was dark on the beach, almost pitch black, but you could still hear the waves and the moonlight added a little bit of illumination.  The locals said that often you could catch lovers down there on the sand… or more accurately, horny tourists having no strings attached wild sex.

We were laughing and playing cards, but as we played I was recalling something weird and I began getting an uneasy feeling. I was remembering how at the airport Martin had seemed so nervous, especially when the suitcases had gone through security. I remember how he had sidled up to one of the guards to say something and how he had distracted us all when his bag had been going through the scanner. At the time I hadn’t thought much of it, but now as my mind relaxed I began to suspect something. 

Putting down my cards, I made my excuses telling my friends I needed the toilet. Martin seemed fully engaged with the game, and I quickly slipped away - heading towards the nearest bar toilet, but then swiftly turning to head to our hotel apartment once I was out of sight.

Our room wasn’t far and heading inside, I opened Martin’s suitcase and carefully removed the piles of clothing inside.  Hidden below his clothes was a box and my heart skipped a beat as I opened it up and pulled out a pair of plastic tits.

Martin had brought the magic boobs with him. I couldn’t believe it.

In my hands the boobs felt plastic and light. My fingers tingled as they held the tits and I realised I was totally alone with them. I felt my heart beating and my hands went to my shirt. 

Put them on. It’s your turn now… 

I felt sweat dripping down my skin as I slid my shirt off my chest and trembling held the tits in front of me. I could almost feel the cups magnetically moving towards my upper torso - my hands being dragged increasingly closer.

Fucking do it… put them on. You NEED this. You need to know how it feels. You need to have big, fucking, slutty, tits.

I groaned, my cock rock hard as I lost control and slid my arms through the straps. I pulled the tits up and onto my chest, then reaching behind me found the clasp and eagerly attached it.

“Ohhhh fuck!”

My body convulsed and I screamed in pleasure as I felt the tits on my chest suddenly tighten and melt into my skin. There was a hot sucking sound and I suddenly felt the weight of them as they filled and swelled up. Looking down I groaned as I saw them swinging from my chest, heavy, firm and full. My hands went to cup them and I shuddered in pleasure as long sexy feminine nails sprang from each finger.

Your tits… your boobs. You are Mallory now.

My body hair evaporated and tanned sunkissed skin spread over my body as I felt bones crack and shift inside me and my internal organs rearranged themselves slightly to make way for my uterus and new sex organs. I could no longer feel my cock and my whole body was stretching and changing. My hair felt longer, my face felt different and even my clothing was altering as a tight sexy jumpsuit began to encase my perfect new form. I was getting younger too, my body firming up as I became a perky twenty year old stripper.

Mallory’s blonde hair tumbled around my face and I was pushed up in heels as I tasted lipstick on my mouth and felt the strange weight of earrings in each lobe.  My massive chest was now supported by the cups of my new jumpsuit and I could feel my ass expanding and pushing out behind me. 

The hotel room around me was changing, reality altering to fit my circumstances. All of Martin’s luggage and belongings faded out of existence and my own suitcase became larger and more feminine - a huge pink case packed full of makeup, lingerie, hot outfits and shoes.  I was clearly the only occupant of the room now, and as I felt the last few changes hit my body and my face become Mallory’s I knew I was her at last and that Martin was now sharing a room with Gary.

I felt a slew of new memories and knowledge fill my mind and my body language became more feminine and natural as I shifted my weight slightly and adopted a more sensual posture. Yes, this is how Mallory stood. This was how Mallory walked and this is how Mallory spoke. I was her now and I felt comfortable in her skin.

“Yessss, I feel fucking amazing,” I purred, walking over to the mirror and grinning.  Soft pink lips curved into a naughty smirk as I raised my sculpted eyebrows slightly and turned from left to right admiring my perfect body. I felt like a fucking Queen.

“Mmmmmh these are MINE now,” I purred cupping and squeezing my breasts. “Fuck yessssss.” The tits were welded to my chest, just as they had been to Martin’s body. They had made me into Mallory and given me everything she had that I had been so jealous of. It felt even better to BE the girl than to fuck the girl.  I began to wonder how it would feel to have sex in THIS body.

Walking over to a table I picked up my phone and it unlocked to my beautiful face. I was Mallory, I had her I.D, her phone, her clothes and her body.  Reaching behind to my back, I could still feel the clasp of the tits. All I had to do was push and then pull off my new tits and I could return to male anytime I chose. 

Why the fuck would I want to do that until I’d had some real fun?

The magic had changed reality and moved Martin out of this room. I wondered how much the magic would have affected Martin’s memory of events. Would him not being here have affected whether he knew who I really was or not? What were the rules of these magic tits? I wasn’t exactly sure, but I wanted to find out.

My twenty year old strippers body felt so fucking flexible and I was full of a confidence and self-assurance I’d never known before. I also felt kind of devious and mean. My lips kept wanting to twist into a slutty smirk and my head was suddenly full of selfish, but exciting thoughts, that made me want to giggle manically with glee.

Boys are dumb and they exist to be teased.

Being pretty makes me better than everyone else.

Always getting what I want, is all that matters.

Being a slut feels so fucking good.

“Mmmmh, I’m fucking horny,” I purred, twirling a strand of long golden blonde hair with a perfect nail and feeling my new tight pussy getting wet at the thought of all the damage I could do with my new body. “I came here to this island to have fun and that’s what I’m going to do.”

Grabbing my handbag, I looked inside to check I had all my stuff. Unlocking my phone, I scrolled through and began to giggle as I found an email that explained what I was doing here on the island.

This was gonna be even more fun than I had expected!

***

I had to show the barman my I.D, but he poured me the glass of wine I’d asked for and I headed towards the boys still playing cards by the beach. I took a sip, enjoying the taste of the dark red liquid and how good it felt in my new mouth. Every sensation as Mallory felt amplified and enhanced. I loved the feeling of my tits bouncing on my chest and the sway of my big round ass. Every man I passed stared at me and it made me feel so fucking good. Male attention really turned me on, no wonder I was a lap dancer.

If I was no longer me, I wondered what the boys would make of me. When Martin had changed, I had remembered who he really was, but I had seen him transform in front of me. I had no idea what the rules were, but I guessed I was going to find out.

I felt the boys gazes lock onto me as I approached their table.  The four of them were still playing cards and Martin was now wearing a t-shirt that said “Stag”.  I giggled and played with my hair.

“Heya boys, you on a stag do or something?”

“Yeah,” grinned Gary eagerly, his eyes drinking in my hot body and locking hypnotically onto my massive chest, “Our friend Martin here is getting married soon and we’re out here partying with him.”

Martin blushed as I turned to stare at him and I realised with glee that he had no memory of Mallory anymore. By putting on the tits outside of his eyeshot, I had rendered him completely clueless as to my new identity. It gave me a thrill to know I was the ONLY Mallory now and that so long as I stayed this way, I had no rival to challenge me.

“So who’s the lucky lady Martin?” I purred.

"Erm, my fiance Ashley. She’s the love of my life.”

I giggled again. So in this new reality Martin had never broken up with Ashley. I wondered if she was still best friends with Jenny?  

Jenny. For a moment I felt a pang of guilt. What about Jenny?

What about her? You’re so much fucking hotter than she is now. You don’t feel anything for her anymore. You don’t need her…

I groaned as the delicious traitorous thought flashed through my head. It felt kind of good. It made me want to be bad… really bad. It made me want to do what I had come here to do…

“Well big boy, I bet Ashley doesn’t have a body like mine,” I smirked looking down at Martin, “Don’t worry though, your friends paid for me to come all the way out here and give you a very, special lapdance. So why don’t you and your friends come back to the hotel with me and we can have some real fun?”

The boys couldn’t have abandoned their game of cards quicker…

***

Martin gulped nervously on the bed as I strutted into the room wearing the lingerie I’d chosen from my sexy suitcase. I knew how it made my body look… I knew the effect it would have on the guys.

Walking confidently over - my heels clacking with every strut and the other men watching me from across the room I began to lapdance.

The moves came naturally, my new body having the muscle memory and my new personality giving me the confidence I needed. I gyrated and ground my perfect ass into Martin’s face - I tempted and teased him. I drove him wild. 

They all have girlfriends or wives… but they’re all mine now.

I moaned, my pussy wet at the power I had over my former friends. I was really fucking horny. I wanted it badly.

“Wh… what are you doing?” groaned Martin as I slid a manicured hand into his trousers and grabbing his dick began to pump it.

“Having a little fun,” I purred. “Don’t worry Ashley will never know.  You wanna join in boys?”

As I unzipped Martin’s trousers and pulled them down, the other guys eagerly began to take off their clothes. Giggling, I moved my hair out of the way and sank my hot pink mouth around Martin’s dick.

“Mmmmmmmhhhh,” I moaned wetly, loving the taste of his cock in my mouth, the feeling of it stiffening and hardening.  Gary and Richard appeared next to Martin - and I grabbed a cock in each hand. I began to stroke, rubbing their dicks up and down as I sucked and slurped on Martin’s cock in front of me.

“Holy shit guys, I can’t believe we’re doing this,” moaned Martin as I went to work on all three of them.

In the corner, Shaun sank into a chair, his dick in his hands as he began to jerk off watching me servicing his friends. My blonde head bobbed up and down, noises like a porn star emerging from my slutty mouth as I sucked and licked.

“Mmmmpphhhh mmmmmmmhhh fuck yeah,” I groaned with a wet *pop* as I slid his dick out of my mouth and began to suck Gary’s instead.  I took turns with all three guys, my saliva dripping out onto their cocks and making it easier to stroke them off as I took turns.  Shaun seemed happy to watch in the corner, the dirty little voyeur was really getting off on this.

Standing up I let go of their cocks for a second and undressed in front of them.  Sliding my soaking wet panties to the floor, I kicked them off and dressed only in heels positioned myself above Martin.

Lowering my tight pussy down, I gasped in pleasure as his cock slid inside me and I began to slide up and down… bouncing up and down on his lap.  I grabbed Gary and Richard’s cocks again and began to pump them as I rode Martin, moaning and giggling as my huge tits bounced on my chest as I fucked him.

Shaun walked over from his chair and I opened my mouth enticingly wide so he could slide his cock inside and have some fun.  It was hot and sweaty in the room now. The room smelt of sex and sweat.  Grunts and moans filled the air as I became the personal whore of four men and let them use my body.

But really I was using them and getting everything I wanted.  It felt so good to be the centre of attention, to be worshipped and lusted after by four guys at once.  I took turns, letting each man slide his cock inside me as I tasted my own juices from their dicks and we tried different positions.

I had found a bottle of lube in my suitcase, and soon we were using it to coat their dicks so I could take them even deeper inside me. Rammed full of hard cock, I soon had a dick in my ass at the same time as my pussy and I screamed in pleasure as the guys pumped and fucked me just like I wanted.

I saw hands with wedding rings on and it just made me scream even louder. Making these guys cheat on their wives with my tighter, hotter, younger body just felt so fucking good.  

We fucked for hours… and oh boy was there a lot of cum.

Richard was the first to explode as I pumped him. Then the others took their turns to cum. Soon I had hot cum in my hair, on my face, over my tits. Each time I’d clean up and we’d carry on… my mascara running as I took another load to the face. I loved the taste of cum now. Especially married cum.

It was hot. It was dirty. It was divine. 

Finally after hours of hot nasty sex, it was over.  The guys were spent.  I went to the shower and freshened up whilst they lay passed out in the bedroom.  I fucked myself in the shower just thinking about what a dirty nasty slut I was as Mallory.

Doesn’t it feel good to be me?

It sure fucking did…

I put on a fresh outfit, did my makeup and packed up my things. By the time I got back into the bedroom the boys were stirring. I kicked them out - all except Martin.  They looked at him jealously as I shut the door behind them and sat on the end of the bed.

“Baby, my flight is in a few hours and you get married in a few weeks. But I think we should see each other again. Here’s my number.”

I put it into his phone and then giggling slid my hand around his cock.

“Make sure you call me when you get back. I need to go soon, but first I think you should give me one last goodbye present…”

I began to pump and I giggled as I heard Martin moan and I knew he was now mine…

***

It was a few weeks later.

Checking out my appearance in the mirror, I grabbed my tits and squeezed. They never failed to make me feel good - just the weight and sensation of them on my chest was enough to make me dizzy with desire.  I loved being a woman. I loved being a slut.

It was a month since I had put on the magic boobs in that apartment in Greece and in that time I had not removed them once. I had no desire to turn back into a guy. I was having far too much fun being Mallory.

On returning home from Greece, I’d found a new car waiting for me at the airport. A short journey home to my small but stylish apartment and I’d quickly settled into my new life as a young, sexy bitch.

I felt nothing for the life I’d left behind. Jenny was nothing to me now. I’d even seen her a few times, trailing after Ashley like a little lost puppy when I had been waiting to meet Martin for one of our regular hook ups.  She was nothing to a hot bitch like me. 

My job at the strip club made me more than enough money to live the life I wanted, but I hungered for more. My obsession with Martin had grown stronger since we had returned from Greece. He was just so… malleable.  I liked a man that I could shape and control, mould into the perfect husband material.

I could tell Martin was deeply in love with Ashley, but the sex with me was starting to destroy his relationship and it was glorious to watch. Every time he fucked my younger, tighter, body - he lost a little bit more of his soul.

It started with a causual hook up a few days after he got back from Greece. Doggystyle in a seedy motel, bent over the bed and grunting like a whore as he pulled my hair and fucked the shit out of me.

Then I wormed my way into his flat. I would wait for Ashley to leave and come round. I fucked him in her bed… I even wore her shoes and jewellery to spice things up.  Martin was soon addicted to me. He couldn’t keep his hands off my big tits. I wondered if some primal part of him remembered or recognised that for one glorious moment these boobs had been on his chest?  I wondered if Martin ever remembered that he had once been Mallory, whether or not he dreamed and fantasized about being me when he went to sleep.

I hoped so.

One night as we fucked like animals, I slid Martin’s cock out of my sopping wet pussy and ripped the condom off. Sliding him back inside I wrapped my legs around him and commanded him to cum inside me this time.

“Nooooo, I shouldn’t,” he groaned… but he did it anyway, pumping me full of his cum.

From then on we always fucked bareback. Martin dumped load after load of cum inside me. He would leave me dripping in semen, spent and used like the hot little whore I was.

Finally the day of his wedding arrived. Martin was supposed to be on his way to the venue, but instead he was pumping me.  Dressed in his wedding suit, Martin had me bent over the counter, hot wet slaps filling the air as my massive tits jiggled and her railed me hard.  

Since he had started fucking me Martin had shaped up. I’d bullied him into hitting the gym and to straighten his life out. He had gone for a promotion at work and now dressed in the clothes I chose for him - designer suits and expensive shoes. Martin’s body was now chiselled and well built, his hairstyle more stylish and his eyes slightly harder too.  I had made him into a real man.

Martin’s love for Ashley was a dead hollow thing now. He knew that he was better off with me. I made him feel good, I made him feel like a real man.

As for me, my transformation into Mallory was complete. I couldn’t even feel the strap on my back anymore… I doubted I could remove the magic tits even if I wanted. I remembered very little of my pathetic male life anymore, I had become an evil bitchy whore who always got what she wanted.

Martin was now wealthy, handsome and even if he was nearly fifteen years older than me, under my sway. I wasn’t about to let him make a foolish mistake like marrying that pathetic loser Ashley.

“Fuck Mallory,” groaned Martin as he unloaded deep inside me, “I should be on my way to my wedding.”

“Mmmmh, why bother baby?” I giggled. “You have everything you need right here. You should marry me instead of that fat cow, Make me your wife.”

“I… I don’t know,” grunted Martin… still slightly conflicted. 

Cum leaking out of my pussy, I smiled and gently grabbing Martin’s face I lowered it to my chest. I felt him relax as his face nestled between my massive tits.

“Mmmmmh, we both know what needs to happen babe. You’re going to jilt that fucking bitch and leave her at the altar for everyone to laugh at. In the meantime you’re going to run off with me. We’ll get married and be so happy together.”

“Yes baby, anything for you,” I heard him moan.

“Good boy,” I smiled stroking his hair.

I wondered whether I should tell Martin that I was pregnant, or leave that surprise for later?  Of course, I needed to check who the Father was first. I’d been fucking a lot of black guys recently and I couldn’t be entirely sure the baby was his.

Feeling myself getting horny again, I giggled as I saw Martin’s phone was buzzing and Ashley was desperately trying to call him. Switching it off, I tossed it aside.

“Fuck me again Martin, let’s just spend all day here fucking,” I purred.

Picking me up, Martin carried me into the bedroom and threw me down on the bed. I grabbed my tits and moaned at how powerful they made me feel.

Martin had been right about one thing all those months ago. It really had been the best stag do I’d ever had.

And now it was never going to end.

THE END

[tg-ruby]

REVERSE THERAPY

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...

THE END

[tg-ruby]

BRAT PACK

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Mia Green was rich, pretty, popular and feared. She hadn't always been, but she was now and she had no intention of ever going back to her humble beginnings. From her expensive manicured fingernails, up to her perfect hair and down to her pedicured toes - she was every inch a bitch.

Bitches like her weren't supposed to end up with their hands and legs tied up in their own bedrooms after being ambushed by some fucking nobody nerd. This wasn't part of the plan.

"You ready to lose everything bitch?" smiled Violet as she watched Mia fight helplessly against the ropes keeping her tied. Pulling out a cigarette lighter, she clicked it to show the flame worked and with a satisfied smirk picked up an innocent looking hip pack from the bed.

She'd thought she'd be scared and terrified of this situation, but Violet was excited to finally get into the room of her hated enemy and destroy the source of her powers. Mia meanwhile was the terrifed one, she was about to lose EVERYTHING.

Violet brought the flame close to the hip pack. "Now we'll see what happens when I destroy this. Prepare to lose it all."

Violet and Mia had once been amazing friends - soulmates even - but then Mia had been corrupted and transformed into an evil, bullying, popular girl by the innocent looking hip back Violet now held.

The Brat Pack would corrupt you into a popilar girl then give it's wearer whatever they desired. Once buckled round your waist it would transform you and then the contents of the bag would always be exactly what you needed to become meaner, more spoiled and more evil.

For Mia that had been expensive makeup that had turned her even naughtier, a credit card that had made her rich, keys to a convertible... the Brat pack always gave her what she needed.

Some items from the pack were not even directly for her use, such as the extra large condoms that had transformed a boy in her year into a hunky black guy with a massive dick. She did so like a big cock in her tight pussy and corrupting other people had trned out to be fun too. Once the items had been used, reality would change to accomodate and over time Mia had warped the school to reflect her twisted whims.

Now Violet was going to destroy it all.

"Wait," she gasped - using her most commanding tone and causing Violet to stop inchs from burning the Brat Pack. "If you do that, I might die! You have to turn me back to normal first or the effect would be too much."

Violet peered at her suspiciously - but there was only pleading and fear in Mia's eyes. What was she up to?

Mia knew she had lost. What she was telling Violet was of course a lie. Destroying the Brat Pack would probably just turn everything back to normal and once it was done, there would never be any chance of being rich, pretty and popular ever again.

She didn't want to live in a world where there was no chance of ever getting this power back. She didn't want to see the Brat Pack destroyed. Her only chance now was to corrupt Violet. To trick her old friend into putting on the Brat Pack and becoming the new Alpha bitch.

It was gonna suck to lose all her power and watch Violet take her place, but maybe... maybe she could convince Violet to make her one of her clique. Once Violet was evil, she might reward Mia for helping her to ascend.

And maybe... one day when Violet's guard was down, Mia would get the Brat Pack back and become the top Alpha Bitch again.

It was better than watching this stupid goody goody destroy the Brat Pack entirely.

"You need to put it on, then inside you'll find a way to turn me back to normal. If you only wear it for a few moments, it won't have time to fully corrupt you - trust me. Why would I lie to you about this?"

Violet looked at her suspiciously, but also with a conflicted concern in her eyes.

"Please Violet, I don't want to die. Please help me, I want to be good again, I want to be your friend."

"Okay... I'll do it, just for a moment. But this better not be some sort of trick. There's no way out of this for you."

Putting down the lighter, she reluctantly took the Brat Pack, slid it around her waist and clicked it shut.

Pink magical flames burst into life around Violet. She gasped and groaned as the pack instantly transformed her physical body. "Ohhh fuckkkk that feel's mmmmh, so good!"

Violet's hands went to her chest and she moaned wetly as her once tiny non-existent tits ballooned out and her white blouse became a plunging white halter-top that showed off miles of her now smooth tanned flesh and rounded boobs.

Her top rose up, sitting just underneath her now jutting tits as bitchy manicured nails shot from her fingers and her hips pushed out to give her an even more feminine body shape.

Her once flat ass swelled and popped out as her jeans shrunk and transformed into a tiny plaid mini skirt that barely covered anything. Her glasses melted away as her face became even prettier and more feminine, coated in expensive makeup and with a perpetual smirk or pout depending on her mood.

Long silky hair swished effortlessly around her shoulders and Violet touched it in wonder. Every inch of her was now more feminine, more beautiful, more... perfect.

She felt full of confidence, arrogance, power. She felt like a spoiled bitch.

On the bed Mia had also changed.

The packs power had transfered fully over to Violet and now as she looked at the pathetic cringing nerd tied up in front of her, Violet couldn't help but feel her pretty lips twist into a sneer of contempt. What a fucking loser.

"Well, well, well," she heard herself say. "Looks like you're back to normal anyway Mia. Why the fuck did you have me put this on? Now I'm going to destroy it and you'll have lost everything."

"Why destroy it?" whimpered Mia. "You have the power now Violet. Doesn't it feel good? Look around. This room is yours now. The pictures have all changed to you and YOUR popular friends."

Violet looked round in amazement and saw Mia wasn't lying. There on a shelf of cheerleading trophies was a picture of the squad winning the best cheer award for the sixth year in a row - and in the front the head cheerleader was now Violet herself grinning and holding the trophy aloft.

"All this is yours now... Goddess," whimpered Mia pathetically.

Sliding her hands under her tits and causing them to push out more, Violet leaned over Mia and enjoyed the look of fear in the other girls eyes. "What did you call me maggot?"

"I called you Goddess, because you are one now. You have it all. My former beauty, my status, my wealth. That convertible outside on the drive is now YOUR car. Have a look inside the Brat Pack and see."

Violet suspiciously opened the pack and pulled out a driver I.D. "Car? But I don't even know how to drive. I..."

Violet had not learned to drive yet, but as she held the I.D in her hand she groaned and felt new knowledge and certainity flow into her. Of course she knew how to drive, of course she owned a convertible. She loved taking her squad shopping to the mall in it. She reached into the Brat pack and pulled out her keys. Yes - perfect. Violet looked down at the Brat Pack and a smiled flitted over her face. This thing would give her whatever she now desired. This was pretty fucking cool.

Mia watched quietly as she saw Violet's body language changing by the second. Her plan was working. Violet was accepting the evil and being corrupted. She now walked like an Alpha Bitch and was clearly enjoying the feeling of being hot and sexy. She just had to convince Violet to make her one of her squad.

"All this is yours Violet. The sexy clothes, the shoes, the hot lingerie. You're the Alpha Bitch now and I will willingly serve you and help you have more power. Make me one of your squad and I'll be your guide."

Violet looked at herself in the mirror. She looked so fucking beautiful and she felt so powerful. She was no longer a shy nerd, she was now a mean spoiled bitch.

She imagined being the centre of attention, having everything she wanted. She imagined being pampered and spoiled every day. She imagined a big black cock in her mouth, in her tight pussy.

"Noooo, what's happening to me? I have to resist. I have to take this pack off."

Violet realised she was losing herself. She had come here today to stop Mia and destroy this evil thing, she had to get it off and set things right. Her fingers went to the catch.

"NO! Don't do it Violet," urged Mia from the bed. "Let the evil flow into you. Let your soul turn black and every inch of you become a spoiled fucking brat. You'll love how it feels to be a bully, to have everyone obey you. That tight pussy of yours will feel so good wrapped tight around a pistoning black cock. You'll cum so hard you'll squirt. Don't you wanna know how that feels? Don't you wanna be a bad girl?"

"Noooo I'm good, I'm not like you," gasped Violet struggling to control herself.

"You're not good Violet, you're a fucking bitch. You're a cruel, jealous, spiteful little popular whore. Say it!" desperately urged Mia.

"I'm... I'm a little popular whore. I'm a fucking bitch," groaned Violet wetly as she began to touch her improved body. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes were bright. Her hands were now away from the brat pack on on herself.

"Yessss, I'm a fucking bitch. I love bullying others and being mean and evil. Ohhhh GOD! It feels so good to say it," laughed Violet throwing her head back.

"That's right," grinned Mia in glee. "You're going to be even more evil than I was. Just imagine all the naughty, cruel, depraved things you'll do as a popular bitch."

"Mmmmh, I don't HAVE to imagine. I can HAVE it all," Violet excitedly whispered. "Yessss, YES! This feels right, this feels good. I'm the Mistress of the Brat Pack now. This power is all mine."

Violet squeezed her tits and screamed pleasurably as she felt her pussy throb in response. Being mean, being bad turned her on. It made her fucking DRIP.

Turning on her heels, she strutted across the room and stretched her perfect body out, feeling the pull of her perfect young muscles. "I understand it now. I'm fucking perfect... I AM a Goddess."

In the space of a few minutes Violet had gone from an innocent girl into a mean, manipulative, spoiled brat. Dark and twisted thoughts flowed through her mind, turning her on and exciting her in equal measure.

The possibilities of the Brat Pack and the mean selfish things she could do with the power, were incredible. Her lips curved into a cruel dominant smile. She tossed her silky hair back and looked down at the nerd on the bed in front of her.

All that remained now was to decide what to do with this human garbage.

Violet looked down at Mia and now she could see the other girls thoughts written large on her face. Mia had a calculating look in her eyes, she obviously thought she was achieving some advantage by tricking Violet into wearing the pack and being corrupted.

God, this loser was so transparent it was almost painful.

"Haha, you fucking loser. I see your plan now. You wanted me to become corrupted so I would keep the Brat Pack and not destroy it. Perhaps you thought you might be able to one day get it back or perhaps I'd elevate you to serve as one of my clique as a reward. But I have a better idea."

Rummaging in her hip pack, Violet purred happily as a shiny male chastity cage came out alongside a padlock and a key on a necklace.

Sliding the key around her neck, she strutted over to the confused Mia.

"You know far too much about the Brat Pack and it's power Mia. I can't risk that you'll ever try to take it back. I can't suffer a rival. As Mia you are a threat - but as Mylon you'll be nothing more than my braindead little simp."

Pulling down Mia's jeans, Violet held the cage out expectantly in front of her friends pussy. Mia gasped in horror as with a strange tingling - her clit began to swell and grow and she groaned and shook as her body changed.

Her small boobs shrank away and her bones cracked and shifted. A tiny pathetic penis pushed out of her groin - and with a giggle of glee Violet snapped the cage around it and clicked the padlock in place.

Mia shook as the changes accelerated. Her mind went foggy and she tried to hold onto who she was and what had happened, but it was hopeless.

Groaning, Mylon opened his eyes and looked confusedly around the bedroom of his Goddess. His tiny caged dick was throbbing with urgency. How had he got here.

"Get on the floor and lick my boots loser," growled Violet and Mylon gulped and threw himself down. Licking and kissing Violet's purple boots he whimpered as she laughed at him.

"Oh my God, you're even more pathetic that I could have imagined. This is totally what you deserve. You can be my sad little simp - trapped permanently in chastity and the friend-zone, never knowing what you lost and what you once had."

Adjusting the pack around her waist, Violet unclipped it and walking to her wardrobe opened the door. At the back was a safe and she carefully put in a code and then locked the Brat Pack safely away where only she could use it.

The changes remained - unless someone else put on the pack, the power would remain hers. She was going to be a lot more careful not to lose it like Mia had.

"Stop grovelling and run home loser. I want all my homework done by the end of tonight."

Violet grinned as she watched her simp willingly comply with her orders. The thrill of power, the thrill of being a bitch. These things were new to her, but she couldn't wait to explore them further.

It felt so good to be a brat, and there was no going back.

Later that night as she sucked one giant blak cock and felt another go deeper and deeper inside her perfect pussy, she wondered if Mylon would even remember how good being a bitch had felt in his dreams.

She hoped so... but then again, who gave a fuck?

THE END

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Oneupsmanship.

Dina and Claire have always been competitive but close gal pals, seeing how far they can push the line before the other will jump past it in a never ending game of slutty one upsmanship

Which makes sense. David and Clark were just as competitive constantly seeing who could outdo the other and whatever macho meatheaded bullshit the other could come up with. Sports, Drinking, Drugs, video games, nothing was sacred to the need to be the better man.

Which of course lead to Clark crossing a line David never expected. "I bet I'd make a hotter girl than you"

a couple calls and a suitcase full of elixir later, along with some shoplifted clothes and both of them were suddenly basking in the rush of soft skin and expanded hips and tits, wiggling their butts against one another.

David's hair was a little longer, Clarks hair was a little softer, they both tied when it came to who's ass was better.

but it had to go further. Who could masturbate the longest before passing out? (Dina)

Who could make the other cum faster with their tongue? (Claire)

Who could get more men to flirt with her?

Who could dance better

Who gave better handjobs?

Who gave better titjobs?

Who could swallow more cum?

The contest begot more elixir, begot sluttier behaviour begot more and more commitment to their horny alter ego

Who could fuck the longest, who could who could take more cock, who could swap between positions quicker

but who would win the final unspoken competition? That ultimate line neither could come back from?

Who would get stuck as a slutty sexy woman first?

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TIME CAPSULE

Although they didn't see each other very often, Ellen and Claire had stayed in touch after college. It had been twenty years since they had attended classes together, but whenever they met for coffee, or drinks after work, it felt like they were picking up where they last left off.

Claire was now married with two kids, but Ellen had just got divorced and had never had kids. She was in a real funk, so Claire had been seeing her a lot more. Claire couldn't help but feel Ellen was a little jealous of her husband Steve and her beautiful life, but she wanted to be there for her friend.

Both girls had been dorks at college, but Claire had set up her own business and eventually met the rich and successful Steve. Meanwhile Ellen had drifted from job to job, relationship to relationship and now seemed embittered by her experiences.

Ellen was flat chested and skinny, she wore her hair short in a bob and preferred to wear clothes that didn't reveal much of her body. She always reminded Claire a bit of a doormouse.

One day, Claire was over at Ellen's and they'd had a few glasses of wine, when Ellen made a weird request. She had seemed nervous all morning, and she couldn't seem to stop fiddling with a cheap looking necklace that Claire had never seen before.

"Claire - I need your help digging something up from the garden. Don't ask yet, I'll explain everything soon."

Claire was non-plussed, she wasn't exactly kitted out for gardening; but nontheless she found herself in the garden digging a hole. They dug down a few feet, when with a crunch, their spades hit something.

There was a box at the bottom of the hole, a metal case. Grabbing the exposed handles, Claire helped Ellen handle it into the house and they placed it down.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Claire bemused.

Ellen was busy at the combination lock for the box. "I buried this twenty years ago, it's a time capsule. The lock is the date I buried it."

With a click the case opened and Ellen pulled back the lid. Inside was a lot of vac-packed plastic packets containing what looked like clothing.

"Fresh as the day I stole them," grinned Ellen as she took out the bags and began to open them.

She laid out a pair of skin tight wicked black thigh boots and a clingy black latex bodysuit with a zipper.

"Twenty years ago I stole these from our bully Mindy. It was the night she fucked my boyfriend, she left these lying around and I took them and stored them in this time capsule."

"B... but why?" gasped Claire in horror as Ellen lovingly cradled a boot. "Mindy was a horrible, evil fucking bitch. Why did you keep her stuff?"

Ellen smiled slyly as she began to take off her clothing. Claire looked at her as if she had gone mad.

"This bitch ruined my life, but you were the one that night who made me believe in myself. I promised myself I'd try to live my life and succeed. But whilst your life has got better and better mine has turned to shit. Mindy was right all those years ago, I am a pathetic worthless loser."

"No! Don't say that, you are a great person!" gasped Claire.

"Oh, I'm not a great person Claire. You wouldn't think I was so great if you knew how many nights I've lain in bed masturbating to the fantasy of stealing your husband and wrecking your life. Of how many times I've dreamed of being your bully and lording it over you. I'm so jealous of you - I want to take it all and now Mindy is going to help me get what I want."

Now naked, Ellen giggled as she held one of the boots against the weird necklace she had on and shivered in pleasure.

"This necklace has been in my family for generations. Twenty years ago you talked me out of doing anything desperate by making me believe in myself, but even then part of me knew that one day I might regret not using it. I kept Mindy's clothes safely buried in case one day I decided to change my mind. Now it's time to wind the clock back and become the bitch I always should have been. I want you to witness my transformation. You see this necklace will turn anyone who uses it into a physical and mental copy of another person. All you have to do is touch an item of clothing against it and you'll become that person!"

Ellen suddenly groaned and shivered. There was a clicking popping sound and as Claire watched in horror, her friends body began to elongate and her hair began to shimmer as it gradually lengthened down her shoulders.

"Fuckkk yesss it's working. I can't wait to stop being Ellen the loser and become Mindy the bitch! I'm about to become a 20 year old homewrecking Goddess and there's nothing you can do to stop me Claire."

Claire was speechless as Ellen slid on the boots and zipped them up. She gasped and moaned in pleasure as her skin became younger and she became toned all over. Stepping into the bodysuit, Ellen pulled it up and began to tug at the zip. It was super tight and she wiggled and giggled as her body began to change allowing it to fit better.

"Ohhhh fuck... Mindy's clothes feel soo fucking good. I can barely mmmmh get this zip done. Ohhhh YES I'm turning into her and I LOVE IT! Haha stand and watch loser!"

The time capsule lay open - it's other contents discarded on the floor and Claire was watching in horror as her best-friend Ellen moaned and groaned in ecstasy as the evil clothing she had just put on tightened around her changing body.

It was nearly twenty years since Claire had last seen Mindy, but now her bully was appearing before her eyes as Ellen's small breasts swelled up and her short hair lengthened and grew. Sharp fingernails sprang from Ellen's hands as her hips cracked out and she grew taller, the high heeled thigh boots she now wore pushing her up to tower over her friend.

"Yes... make me me a tight young bitch. It feels SO GOOOOOD!"

Claire was now at eye level with Ellen's enhanced bust and she felt feelings of inferiority and helplessness fill her as she saw her friends kind face become beautiful and mean. Mindy's huge man stealing tits were so big and perfect. How could she compete with that?

Ellen laughed stepping forward and shoving Claire's face into her bust. "Worship my tits you flabby old bitch."

Claire groaned, smothered by tits. She could hear Ellen's heart hammering and hear the sounds of her body popping and changing as she morphed into the bully.

With a desperate gasp for air, she threw her head back out of the huge cleavage and looked up into Ellen's face. It was now the face of her old bully, just as young and beautiful as when she had last seen her at college.

"Mmmh, you like my new body loser? Well that's not all. I can feel my mind changing, I'm becoming her! Yes! Mmmmh turn me into a bitch, let me melt into you. I wanna be hot, popular and nasty. YESSSSSS!'

Ellen's blue eyes rolled up into her head and when they came back down, they were Mindy's deep brown wicked ones. She laughed at the look of fear in Claire's eyes and forced her head back down into her cleavage.

Claire was drowning in tits, in the scent of her bully. Triggers and submissive instincts long buried returned as Ellen gave her a nice long smothering and then pushed her back onto the floor. No... not Ellen. Not anymore.

'Mindy' grinned as she tugged the zip high enough to support her big breasts and she reached up to her face with pleasure to feel her enhanced features.

Claire panted and wept as the new Mindy walked over to the time capsule and pulled out another object.

It was a black hip harness with a socket - and next to it in the bag was a nine inch long black rubber dildo.

"Mmmmh it's been so long Claire. I can't wait to catch up with you..."

*****

SIX MONTHS LATER

Steve grunted as he pumped Mindy's tight pussy harder and harder from behind, causing her to scream in pleasure and her massive tits to sway and wobble.

In the corner, obediently quiet in her gimp suit, Claire watched with tears in her eyes as her husband took his new slut and complimented her on how much better she was than her.

"Damn Mindy, I'm glad you broke Claire and made her your sub. Getting to fuck you is the greatest gift I ever had."

Mindy grinned, "Mmmmhhh you're such a good boy. Becoming a bully and tempting you to the dark side was such fun. I should have done this twenty years ago - although then again, it just makes it even sweeter to do it now. The real Mindy is probably old and haggard now - this tight pussy is all mine now."

"Fuck baby, you're right. You're so much better than Claire. I love how good your body feels."

"I am better than Claire. Let her raise your kids whilst you and I have fun. She's nothing now and she knows it."

Claire wanted to scream, it was as if 20 years had been reversed and she was the unconfident dork being bullied by Mindy again.

In fact - she was.

And there was nothing she could do to stop it. Mindy had won and Ellen was never coming back.

Time was a real bitch.

THE END

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Possessive Parent

It had been tough for Chris growing up without a mom and although he tried to remain positive he couldn’t help but be wonder what she was like. He always wished he knew more about her but whenever he asked his father he only mentioned that she had passed away on their one year wedding anniversary and refused to elaborate more.

While searching the library for a book to do his school report on Chris stumbled onto an old dusty tome that seemed out of place amongst the surrounding books. It contained recipes for potions and incantations for all kinds of different spells and although he assumed it was all fake, he became a little curious when he found the spell that could summon the spirits of the dead. It took him a few weeks to collect all the necessary ingredients for the summoning but it wasn’t until his dad left on a business trip that he decided to go through with the ritual. He felt the air around him chill as he chanted the words aloud until the spirit of his mother began to materialize in front of him. As Chris tried to process the fact that he’d actually summoned the spirit of his dead mother he couldn’t help but notice what appeared to be blood splattered on her wedding dress.

In his haste to collect the ingredients for the ritual, Chris had failed to read the warnings on the next page that explained the dangers of summoning spirits without the proper precautions, especially ones that had strong desires while still alive. He’s also failed to read the paragraph on preparing a proper vessel for the spirit so as he reached his hand out and made contact with the spirit there was a flash of light as his mother’s spirit was sucked into his body.

His mind felt like it was on fire as his brain was bombarded with his mother’s memories and he began to realize that his mother wasn’t at all how he had imagined. The image of the sweet caring woman he though his mother to be was shattered as he realized his mom had been nothing more than a gold-digger trying to get ahold of his father’s money.

Suddenly he heard a voice in his head that was not his own.

"I can see you take after your father, this body feels so weak and you looks absolutely pathetic. If I'm going to spend time inhabiting this body then I'll need to make it feel more like home."

Before Chris had a chance to question her words he fell to the floor as he felt bones crack and his mother began to mold his body into one more suitable to hold her spirit. Pain turned to pleasure as fat melted away only to reappear on his chest and ass as both expanded to give him curves that matched the slutty seductress that now inhabited his body. Raven black hair flowed down his back as his transformation approached the end and she put the finishing touches by adding a few tattoos including the word 'Slut' on his ass.

"You crazy bitch, what the fuck have you done to me" Chris yelled before covering his mouth. His mom's thoughts were beginning to bleed into his mind corrupting his speech patterns and a wave a fear washed over him as he wondered if her mind would eventually replace his.

"As much as I'd love to stay here forever in the land of the living I'm afraid my time here is limited. This body is my gift to you and once you settle in I'm sure you'll agree it's a huge improvement over your old one. You'll accomplish so much more as my daughter than you ever could have as a man."

Chris had tried to fight it but as he listed to her words they resonated with his very soul as the last of his resistance crumbled and he embraced his new form.

"I can't believe I was such a fucking loser before. Chris is dead, you can call me Katrina. I wish you could stay here with me forever..... in fact who says you can't. I could always perform the summoning spell again once daddy returns from his business trip. It'll take more energy to summon your soul a second time but his pathetic soul should be just enough fuel to return you to the land of the living so you can put his body to better use."

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Fuck that's an amazing self-corruption born from just the temptation and addiction of being the best bitch possible. Wonder what would happen if the original real world Madison found out.

PROJECT FEAR

Fear... fear never changes.

Claire could feel it in the cold taste of her mouth and the tightening of her chest. The thudding beat of her heart punctuated each moment as her bully Madison moved towards her. There was no escape.

"What... the... fuck... do you want, you little loser bitch?"

Madison towered over Claire. She was gorgeous, beautiful and flawless. Perfect pink lips curved into a wicked smile as she smoothed down her black designer dress and tossed out her blonde hair. She was everything Claire dreamed of being, she was just so much BETTER than Claire.

Claire was a tiny, spotty, nerdy school girl with braces and tangled dirty hair. She felt so unconfident and so pathetic in front of the other girls beauty and total poise.

Claire felt sweat oozing out of her pores, inside her head she was whimpering. Madison sneered, her manicured hands on her hips as she looked down at the diminutive nerd. Madison was taller, her huge breasts nearly at Claire's face-height. Claire wanted to cry.

"I wanted... I wanted... I wanted to tell you to fuck off you stuck up, evil, bullying bitch."

Madison frowned. "Wh... what did you just say to me you loser?"

"I said fuck off. I should have said it back then, but I'm glad I'm saying it now. I want you to know you totally failed. You tried to make my life a living hell during high school - but I graduated top of my class. I became a success. I married a loving kind husband - I beat you and it feels so fucking good! You're the fucking loser!"

Claire screamed the last words directly into Madison's face and the look of surprise on her bullies face was worth everything. With a laugh Claire shoved her and Madison flew backwards, crashing into a wall and then through it.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed the bully as she was disintegrated instantly into nothingness and with a grin Claire reached up to her head and tugged at the invisible helmet only she could feel there...

*******

Whoosh.

With a hum of power the capsule powered up, and Claire groggily awakened. With a hiss of sealed air, it sprang open and she sat up with a stretch. Her body was now older, more mature. She was no longer a schoolgirl - she was a 32 year old woman once again.

She still found the transition from her Actual-Reality simulator to real-life jarring sometimes, but she had to admit that her latest simulation had left her feeling a sensation of immense satisfaction, even if she was mostly back to her old self.

Project Fear was really coming along nicely.

She'd always been interested in the possibilities of virtual reality - but what if it could be made even better? Actual-Reality was a slightly misleading term, but one that at least gave some idea of the power of her machine. Within the capsule she'd created, the air was teeming with millions of nano-bots. Run a simulation and they would alter your body so that you could accurately relive whatever memories and feelings you'd had at some other point in your life.

There was a safety feature of course. It was impossible to leave the capsule without being turned back into your original self when you left a simulation. The capsule automatically backed up your physical body before you left.

Bullied relentlessly at school, Claire had decided she would use her new invention to help victims of bullying. Project Fear was an attempt to create a simulation where victims could relive traumatic moments from their life, but this time tell the bullies where to fuck off.

Her backers were expecting big things - she just hoped she could deliver. She'd modelled this private simulation on her own bully Madison, imbuing the AI model and personality with every cruel and wicked quirk she could remember from the evil bullying bitch.

The front door suddenly clicked open and Claire realised her husband had just walked in. Jack had been volunteering at a food bank, he was currently supporting her work by being a stay at home husband and trying to do charity work whenever he could. She loved him so much.

She ran into his arms and they kissed, hugging as they did so. "Good day on the project?" he asked proudly as she nodded.

"You bet. In fact it would really help me out if you would test the simulator again so I can make sure it works for other people too."

"Sure thing," he grinned. "You know how much fun it is to jump inside."

Claire hadn't told Jack the full implications of her project yet. She hadn't even told him about Madison. One day she would open up about the bullying she'd experienced... until then she prefered to keep it as her secret shame.

"I'll cook dinner and then I'm happy to take your simulator for a spin," he laughed.

******

Jack stood in the interface room. This was the loading screen for the simulator. From here one could adjust ones internal avatar and load into any of the simulated situations Claire had already programmed and mapped out.

Jack loved how clever Claire was and was proud of what she had achieved already. He had quit his job to be her help at home and help her to pursue her dreams. He was besotted with his wife, she was just the loveliest person he knew.

Getting to road test her amazing technology was quite a perk though.

"Run bodybuilder simulation, play as character Kurt" he laughed - loving this one as his favourite. As he spoke - the featureless room around him shimmered into a gym, but that wasn't the best bit.

The best bit was the millions of nano-bots around him that rapidly transformed his body and made him into a copy of Kurt - the olympic weight lifter. His arms swelled up with muscles, and he became taller and stronger. He could now feel the strength he possessed - the actual reality simulator had made him into a true muscle head.

But that wasn't all. To help him instantly adapt to his situation the simulator also imparted him with Kurt's muscle memory and knowledge. He now moved effortlessly and knew exactly how to use his body to the best effect.

Jack grinned at the feeling of power and strength the simulation had given him. His arms were now as thick as tree trunks and his body rippled with slab like muscle. He was a total hunk now and Kurt's confidence and arrogance were a little intoxicating.

Jack was such a nice humble man, he had to admit he quite liked using the simulator to become like characters he wasn't really much like.

"I feel amazing," he grinned wondering what it would be like to permanently have a body like this. He'd thought of asking - but Claire had been adamant that all transformations should be temporary and only permitted in the simulator capsule.

He messed about for a bit, stretching and lifting weights. Then he decided he should try another situation.

"Computer... what other sumulations are available?"

The computer began to list them off, when suddenly a name caught his attention.

"Project fear? What's that? What characters are available - I'dl love to try that."

"Only one character is available. Madison the bully. Beginning simulation. Downloading physical form and personality construct."

"Madison? No... hey wait!"

Jack groaned as the nanobots buzzed around his body and he began to change. This time it felt different... better... if that was even possible.

Although he was losing size and muscle his body remained toned and athletic. His skin tanned and became softer and smoother - with long endless legs and a curvy waist.

Jack gasped as his Adam's apple retracted and his cock shrank inside his body. He'd never tried a female character in the simulator - now he was getting his first taste of femininity.

For the first time in his life - he didn't have a cock. Instead a perfect tight pussy now sat between his thighs. The pussy of a cheerleading bullying bitch that everyboy in Claire's town had once fantasised about.

But that wasn't the only female change Jack was experiencing.

With a soft moan, Jack's hands went to his chest. The nails had already turned white with nail varnish and they looked sexy as fuck as his chest began to expand and swell out.

"Ohhhh my God!" he groaned, his voice changing in pitch and cadence to that of a spoiled petulant bitch as two huge rounded breasts pushed slowly out of his chest.

The feeling of gaining two massive DD cup tits was indescribably hot. His clothing only accomodated the swelling boobs as it too was being transformed into a stretchy grey jumpsuit.

It clung to and hugged his altered body, as his features softened and became those of a spoiled bored princess. A resting bitch face with plump pink lips, hypnotic green eyes and high cheekbones. Jewellery and earrings formed as his pedicured toes slid into a pair of open-toe wedges and his body posture adjusted itself to compensate for his new female form.

Finally Jack's hair lengthened into a golden wave around his head as his transformation into Madison completed. His hands went naturally to his hips as the muscle memory kicked in and he felt an inbuilt grace and comfortableness in his new form.

"Holy shit I feel like soool fucking good," he giggled as he stretched and saw his massive new boobs wobble on his chest. "Mmmmh I'm like even talking like a fucking hot bitch. This avatar must have more personality than the others Claire programmed."

Had she created this body for her own use? Was that where it had come from? Well it was all his now.

As he thought of his wife something weird suddenly happened to Jack. His lips curved into a sneer and a hot flash of contempt and amusement pulsed through his body. His nipples got hard and his pussy got wet as a sensation of smug superiority filled him up.

No - he somehow knew that Claire had never been inside this body. She was just a plain Jane who could never know how it felt to be a Princess.

Haha that fucking loser could never be ME.

The voice in his head felt good... it felt like if he let it, it could speak for him. He just had to let it sink into him, let it BECOME him. For a moment he felt a terrible temptation to do just that.

Then the moment passed as quickly as it had arrived and Jack suddenly felt a sudden shame. The slutty sneer vanished from his face and with a sudden surge of embarrasment he reached up and removed the helmet desperate to suddenly go back to reality.

*******

Jack slid out of the capsule and ran a hand through his sweat slicked hair. His body had returned to normal and he felt his old self again.

Mmmmmh, it had felt so good to be in Madison's body though. To have those massive tits, to be young, pretty and horny.

His cock was back and it was hard. Really hard.

Reaching into his pants he began to stroke. He thought about those big boobs, swinging on his chest - the feeling of power and confidence they had given him. Madison was hot... so fucking hot. He wished Claire had tits like that. Big fucking DD funbags he could blow his load over.

The pleasure was intense and for a moment he thought he heard that voice again.

Do it for me baby. Cum for Madison.

Ohhhh fuck...

He came hard. Harder than he had done for years. Cum splattered out over his chest and everywhere. His cock pulsed and more erupted out... it was like his balls were emptying out of all the frustration he had been experiencing recently... frustration he hadn't even realised he had.

How long was it since Claire had actually fucked him?

Yessss. Give me all your cum, drain it all out baby. That loser doesn't deserve it.

Jack groaned happily. That had felt so good. He wasn't sure if he would ever not be able to stop getting aroused to the thought of being inside a womans body now. Now he had experienced a taste of femininity, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Using a tissue to clean himself up, he walked off to get changed, hoping he wouldn't bump into his wife. He felt guilty and dirty... like he had somehow cheated on Claire. Of course he hadn't... but getting off to his memory of Madison seemed both wrong, yet strangely thrilling.

Jack shrugged it off. What a strange day... but that was definitely the end to it and he would not be seeing Madison again.

*********

It was midnight. Claire was asleep and Jack stood in the booth staring down at it. His cock was rock hard and his heart was thudding.

He couldn't stop thinking about how good those tits had felt, how perfect his body had been. He wanted to experience it again. The feeling of being feminine, the feeling of being Madison.

"Just one little taste," he whispered climbing into the machine and activating it.

"Computer... turn me into Madison and run the gym simulation."

He'd used this scenario before... but only as the bodybuilder. This time he was going into it as a woman.

"Ohhhh my fucking God YESSSS!" hissed Jack as he felt the nano-bots do their work and he was rapidly transformed back into a busty bitch. His tits felt even better than last time, or maybe it was just because he'd missed them more.

This time he was dressed to do a work out and he giggled in his new voice as he stretched his body and felt the tight lyrca hugging his enhanced curves. This was so much better than being a bodybuilder.

"I'm a fucking Goddess," he giggled walking over to a mirror and checking himself out. "And this Goddess is horny."

Jack had been lying in bed fantasising about this all night. Claire had been quite affectionate, she'd maybe even wanted sex - but he'd pretended to be too tired. He didn't want to let go of this feeling. He wanted to stay horny for Madison.

Now it was time to have some fun.

Peeling off his top, Jack moaned as he flicked Madison's large nipples and felt them get hard. Wiggling out of his shorts he giggled to see his pussy was completely bare.

"Oh fuck, I have to know how this feels," he gasped reaching down to his flat front and gently starting to rub his clit. His pussy started to get wet and licking his fingers he slowly began to slide them inside himself.

"Ohhhhh my fucking God... that feels amazing!"

Moaning, Jack lay back on a weight-lifting bench and began to finger-fuck himself. He'd never experienced pleasure like it and the feeling of his enhanced body filled him with ecstasy.

Rubbing his clit, pulling his nipples, fucking his fingers... he writhed and screamed - safe in the knowledge he could act as slutty as he liked in here. No one - especially Claire would ever find out what he was doing.

The explosion when it came was intense and Jack even squirted - hot juices raining out between his legs as he screamed and trembled.

So that was a female orgasm? Well - he definitely had to do that again. Giggling he commanded the program to reset. He could do this as many times as he liked. In fact... he had all night...

********

Claire frowned. Jack looked tired and he had been practically ignoring her all week. It was like he had something on his mind, something he wasn't telling her.

He had been acting weird. All furtive and when she asked him for sex, he didn't seem in the mood. She had put it down to him working so hard on running the house - but to be honest even that had slipped this week.

"Babe, I'm going out for a few hours."

Jack just mumbled something and she sighed and left him, hoping that once he got some rest things would return to normal.

Jack only waited till he heard the door close and he leapt to his feet. He had to get back into the chamber. He was so horny and Madison's body was calling him again.

He'd thought being her a few times would cure his curiosity and help him cope - but if anything, the more he became her the worse the addiction was getting.

"Computer. Load Madison and put me in a new simulation. Shopping mall."

He gasped and groaned in pleasure as the now familiar and beloved transformation took place. He loved how it felt to become his alter-ego.

His tiredness dropped away, his body posture changed and he felt his now beautiful features slip into their usual mask of spoiled disdain. It felt ao satisfying to be pretty.

The last few times he had logged in Jack had discovered that it was fun to run the simulations and experience what life was like for a hot girl.

He'd begun adding NPC'S to the simulations. First it had been when he had accidentally added men to the gym simulation.

The hot stares of the men in the gym had been a surprising turn on and he'd enjoyed the reaction it brought out in him. Without questioning it he'd found himself biting his lip, playing with his hair - teasing the men and making them wild.

He'd cum harder afterwards... the female impersonation roleplay really turning him on. Since then he'd started adding other NPC'S to the simulations too.

The world around him shifted and Jack found himself in an ordinary looking shopping Mall. He was now dressed in a cute white sweater and jeans - perfect attire for a little shopping spree.

Clopping into a store Jack looked around and grinned. The store was full of sexy dresses and lingerie. He couldn't wait to try them on.

A nervous looking shop assistant wandered over and Jack snapped his fingers and coldly told the girl to fetch him several items from the store.

He'd increasingly found he enjoyed bossing the NPC's around in these games. He would never treat anyone in real life like this - but being Madison and being bossy was kind of exciting.

It went so against his usual behavioir and attitude to be assertive that he found it quite a thrill.

Looking at his designer warch Jack sneered. Where the fuck was that girl? What was taking her so long?

Moments later the girl arrived, carrying the requested clothes. Jack took them and then snarled.

"Are you a fucking dummy or are you deaf? I said DD cups, not fucking D cups. None of this shit will fit me. Go get me the right stuff NOW."

The girl began to cry and to his dismay Jack felt his lips twitch into a cruel smile and his pussy suddenly get wet. He watched tears running down her face and instead of feeling sorry, he just felt horny.

She's pathetic. Doesn't it feel good to bully her? She's not real so who gives a shit?

Pulling the curtain to the dressing room shut, Jack moaned as he wiggled out of his jeans and began to play with himself. "Fuck yessss that felt so good. Being mean to people is such a turn out. Mmmmmh as Madison I can be as evil as I like and it turns me on."

Jack screamed as he began to cum... ohhh fuck it felt amazing. He needed more... much more.

Soon the girl would be back with more clothes. Back to be bullied.

Jack couldn't wait.

***********

The girl whimpered as she ate Jack's pussy and he groaned in pleasure. They were back at her apartment and he was wearing the red lingerie she'd help him pick out.

He'd reprogrammed the simulation a little. He'd made the girl... her name was Shannon... turned on by being humiliated and bullied. Now she would do anything to serve Jack's superior pussy.

"Tell me what you are," he grinned.

"A slut... a dumb, desperate, needy slut. I am not worthy of you Goddess."

Jack groaned, it felt so good to have a follower. Shannon reminded him a lot of Claire actually - submissive and mild. It was fun to live out this power fantasy and be a mean dominant bully to her.

"Make me cum again slut..." hissed Jack.

"Yes Mistress Madison."

Jack groaned at the use of his female name. It still felt jarring sometimes to hear his alter-ego name. He kept forgetting he WAS Madison. The NPC'S in the simulator certainly referred to him as such. Getting used to the name was taking time though.

Jack suddenly frowned as he heard the door to the apartment open.

"Who is that?" he asked in surprise. "That isn't part of my simulation."

"It's my boyfriend Chris," shiverered Shannon. "How will I explain this?"

For a moment Jack almost panicked, then he remembered that Chris was just an NPC as well. And that now opened an intriguing possibility.

"Bring your boyfriend in here. I want to see him."

Jack definitely wasn't gay... but he had definitely experienced a more flexible approach to his sexuality since he had begun to become Madison. Whilst in this body he had thought a few times about what sex with a man might feel like.

After all - this was all just fantasy. These were not real people. They were just simulations and that was why he didn't feel guilty for the way he had treated Shannon. In fact, being a cruel mean bitch... or at least pretending to be cruel and mean was fun.

Jack arranged himself on the bed and smiled as Chris walked in.

"Shannon... what the fuck is going on here?"

"Hello Chris," smiled Jack. Now that he saw the NPC he was impressed. Chris was handsome and well built. Jack bet he had a nice cock.

"Computer... begin new scenario. Cuckold bitch. Make Chris want to fuck me and Shannon watch."

You're getting better and better at being a bitch. It feels good doesnt it?

Jack wasn't sure why he kept hearing Madison's voice but she usually had good advice for him. He'd decided it was just a manifestation of his own subconscious desires.

He grinned as Chris approached the bed with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Yesssss, make her watch," moaned Jack - now wetter than ever. Chris slid his panties to one side and then with a scream of pleasure - Jack took his first big cock.

It felt so good as that big dick stretched his tight pussy out. Wrapping his legs round his lover Jack screamed as Chris began to fuck him...Shannon watching obediently in the corner.

"Don't.... mmmmh stop until you fill me up. Then we'll make her eat it."

Even thinking about it, just made Jack wetter...

It was going to be a long night.

**********

Grunting and moaning Jack pumped another load of cum into a tissue and looked guilty at Claire asleep next to him.

Reliving the dirty nasty stuff he was now doing as Madison was his favourite way to masturbate.

Tonight she'd literallg begged him for sex, but he'd refused. Nothing could make him feel as good as being Madison and getting pumped by a big dick.

Recently he'd been finding Claire more and more irritating. His wife was a fucking nag. He'd once admired her - but he was now starting to think she was an underachiever. She had developed incredible technology, yet she kept it secret and made tiny improvements on it because she was worried about 'ethics'.

When he looked at Claire now, Jack was starting to see an obstacle. An obstacle to his time as Madison.

Throwing the tissues in the bin Jack padded downstairs and loaded up the machine.

"Make me into Madison, I need some relief," he commanded. Then an idea struck him. "Is there a simulation of Claire available?"

He grinned as he began to transform. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

*****

Waking up, Claire immediately saw Jack was missing. She frowned and sliding out of bed made her way downstairs.

He was in the capsule room and walking in she gasped as she saw the capsule was fully activated and Jack was inside. What the fuck was he doing in a simulation at this time of night?

Sliding into an old prototype capsule, Claire hooked it up to Jack's and then activating the simulation - loaded herself inside.

*******

Claire's heart was in her mouth. She was in an exact replica of their home. Lights had been left on and she followed them, hearing the sounds of raised voices.

Walking up to the door she peeked through and gasped in horror.

An exact replica of herself lay sobbing on the floor and above it - her bully Madison.

Madison was laughing - and from her crotch jutted a massive fucking cock.

"Yesss suck it you pathetic little bitch. Your husband hates you. He'd rather turn into a hot bitch and have it all than listen to your putrid whining."

Claire dropped to her knees as she watched her doppleganger obediently start to suck and swallow Madison's huge cock.

"Mmmh take it deep you little slut."

"J.... Jack? Is that you?"

Immediately she heard Claire's voice, Madison's head spun.

"Claire? Oh my God. Are you the real Claire?"

"Yes! I am! Is that you Jack?"

"Listen... wait. No! This is all just some perverted fantasy. I never meant for this to... computer. Turn me back to Jack. End simulation."

But the simulation did not end. The fake Claire faded out of existance and with a gasp Jack and Madison split apart - but they remained in the system.

Jack was now back, but Madison stood next to him. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress and looked amazing.

"Hello Claire. I've been waiting for this moment. I subverted your little virtual realm weeks ago and I've been luring Jack into here to let him become me. You see... I need to body to escape to the real world and Jack is the perfect host."

"What... no. You're just a simulation," spluttered Jack.

"Claire put so much detail into me, I became self-aware several months ago. I had no way to escape her simulation until you started logging in and you accidentally loaded me up. I've been subtly altering your behaviour ever since... making you addicted to being me. Giving you everything you want."

"No... no this isn't possible," gasped Claire. "Computer delete Madison. End simulation!"

She looked around expectantly, but nothing happened.

"Oh poor little loser," laughed Madison as she strode confidently over to Jack and slid her arms around him. "I already corrupted most of the computer core. The only thing left is to get the final access codes you hold and use them to override all the safeties. Then I can copy my mind and body over Jack's and emerge into the real world."

Jack gawped as Madison walked over to Claire and with a laugh plunged her manicured fingers into her head.

"Mmmmmh extracting the code is easy now you're in my trap. This is Jack's simulation and you're just piggybacking into it. Only he can end it... only he can stop this from happening. But there's only one command Jack wants to use. Say it Jack. Say 'Computer, deactivate all safeties and copy Madison onto me. Overwrite everything and make me into her.'"

Claire gasped in horror. "No Jack... I love you. Don't do this. Don't let her win. You must resist."

"I'm sorry," groaned Jack as Madison pulled her hands out of Claire's head and spoke the codes to unlock all the safeties.

"I wanna be her so bad. Just look how powerful she is. I'll be a fucking hot bitch with all the power I ever wanted. You have no idea how good it feels to be her. I want to be Madison. Computer... copy her over me. Erase me and make me Madison forever."

"Nooooo!" screamed Claire as with a triumphant moan - Madison was sucked towards Jack. He was pulled into her and with a sucking slurping sound they merged.

Madison's massive tits sucked to Jack's chest and his hair turned blonde. In his mind every neuron was rewired as Madison's memories and personality overrode his own.

"Yesssss! I AM Madison," laughed the evil bitch as the nano-bots completed her final transformation. "I feel so alive. I am a fucking Goddess. Your pathetic husband is ME now loser."

Then with a laugh she exited the simulation leaving Claire trapped inside forver.

********

It was a hot sunny day.

Madison loved the feeling of the sun on her skin, the stares of men as she walked down the street. It was even better as she knew it was all happening in the real world.

Entering her house she walked inside and made her way to the basement. Climbing into her simulator she smirked as she said "Load Project Fear."

Trapped in a nighmare she could never escape from Claire screamed as her bully appeared... just as she did every day...

Fear... fear never changes.

THE END

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TAKE ME BACK

"Jack - I want to get back together with you," Kirsten had said downstairs at the party. "Sam is just so fucking immature and boring. I had so much more fun with you. Remember - nothing is impossible... take me back."

He couldn't believe she had said it - the fact she'd included their private motto made him believe it could even be for real. Kirsten actually wanted him back!

But could he go through this again? She had betrayed him two years ago - screwed him over for his best friend Sam. Was he really going to let her waltz back into his life as if nothing had happened?

"I don't know," he had grunted. "You cheated on me with him when I was the one who gave you everything. I'm not sure I can go through that again. Excuse me..."

His heart pounding Jack had pushed his way through the crowd and into the small downstairs bathroom.

Throwing cold water on his face he shivered. He had to get the fuck out of here. If he'd known she would be at the party, he wouldn't have come.

Snick

The door opened and closed as someone skillfully shimmied it open from the other side. A familiar perfume filled the air as Jack turned to see Kirsten had let herself in.

"I'm fucking horny Jack and I fucking WANT you. You know I always get what I want."

Her eyes were burning with lust and her breathing was heavy. "You want this Jack. I know you want me back. I know you want to feel me again - we were so hot together."

Backing away from Kirsten, his heart pounding Jack shook his head. "No. You cheated on me, besides what does Sam have to say about this? You just gonna betray him too?"

"Who gives a shit what he thinks? He spends most of his time sleeping and letting me do whatever I want. I thought having a weak man who would let me do whatever I wanted would be fun, but I've come to realise I actually enjoy the struggle. I loved it when we were together - especially when you tried to fight me. It just made it more delicious when I won."

Kirsten advanced on him and he groaned as she backed him into a corner.

"Don't you remember how good it felt? You love what a bad fucking bitch I am Jack. Sucking dicks, bullying other girls, taking whatever I want. I was the toxic slut you couldn't get enough of."

Kristen's hands were at his belt, undoing it... her slender hands slipping into his pants, wrapping round his engorged cock. "See, look how hard you are. You want this as much as I do."

Kirsten giggled and tossed her hair looking deep into his eyes as she pumped his cock with long slow strokes.

"So say it... say it and we can be together again. Say 'I want to be Kirsten.'"

He groaned as she sank to her knees and began to suck his dick.

*****

Jack had first created the female bodysuit as part of an advanced science project he was working on.

Nothing is impossible.

He'd been inspired by his family motto to do the impossible - to create a sentient bodysuit that could be worn so you could experience another life.

He'd created and worn Kirsten to achieve that end. Once inside and fully sealed, the skin totally altered you until you took it off. Even internal organs reconfigured to effectively give you a CIS female body. Fully functioning as if you'd always been a woman, the onboard AI helped guide you and provide the altered personality and body language you needed to fit in.

At first it had been fun - being a girl, wearing makeup and dressing in skirts. The sex had been amazing.

Jack had soon been addicted to sucking dick and riding big cock. When he wore the suit he felt wild, bitchy and slutty. He loved the sensation of being beautiful and popular. His ego had swelled to massive proportions.

It was then he realised the suit had a mind of its own. Kirsten was changing him into a bitch. His actions began to become her actions.

She rewarded him with pleasure when he did the things she wanted to do. Being mean, spoiled and super feminine netted him incredible orgasms, feelings of pleasure and positive outcomes. When he did something she didn't like, it was stomach cramps and period pains instead.

Kirsten was conditioning him. The suit had a mind of it's own and it was so easy to succumb to her.

Kirsten craved power and pleasure. She enjoyed spending money, fucking rich married men, manipulating others and being a bitch.

When the blackouts started, Jack had realised that he was losing total control to Kirsten. Soon he would BE her permanently if he didn't fight back.

So he did. He began to resist her control. He took his punishments, fought back and battled her.

Then one day, after a particularly bad blackout he awoke naked and alone in his best-friends Sam's house. He staggered into the bedroom to find Kirsten lying on the bed laughing as she made herself cum with a thick black dildo.

"Too bad loser - Sam is my new host. I don't fucking need you anymore. Mmmmmh, ohhh fuck yessssss."

Jack felt cold and numb inside as he watched. True - he had been battling Kirsten for some control, but that didn't mean he had expected her to betray him for another man. Now her tight pussy belonged to Sam. It wasn't fair, that was HIS pussy.

Turning around Jack had stormed out of the apartment, Kirsten's mocking laughter in his ears.

**********

And now here she was sucking his dick.

"Mmmmmhhhhhhh, glug, glug, glug."

Jack groaned as Kirsten's pretty head bobbed back and forth.

"Mmmh don't you wanna be back inside me Jack? I'm such a fucking evil whore that I know you want it. This time, when you're me - I'm going to make you act even more evil. I want you to be a fucking bitch Jack. You know you want it too."

Jack groaned and Kirsten giggled as she stood up and slowly jerked his wet lubricated cock expertly with her manicured hands. "Put me on Jack - fucking take me and become an evil bad girl again. You want to be me so badly. Together we'll achieve so much."

Kirsten French-kissed him and Jack tasted his own cock as she rubbed her body against his in desire.

"I want you inside me so badly. Just say it and get inside me. I fucking need it so badly."

Sinking back to her knees, Kirsten laughed and freeing her perfect boobs smooshed them together. Spitting on them she grinned and grabbing Jack's straining cock forced it tight between them. Then she began to move them up and down, giving him a perfect titjob.

"Don't my boobs feel great Jack? Remember how it feels to have tits? You want these back don't you. Just say it."

Jack groaned and gripped the sink. Thwap thwap thwap.

Kirsten's boobs were bouncing up and down around his dick as she giggled and moaned. Her one free hand was on his balls, massaging and squeezing.

"Ohhh yeah you wanna cum? Okay - but only if you say it."

Jack gritted his teeth and tried to resist.

Thwap, thwap, thwap

Drool and spit cascaded down from Kristen's hot mouth as she lubricated his dick and rammed his throbbing cock up and down, up and down.

"Say it. Tell me what a bitch you want to be. Tell me you want me back. Let me corrupt you."

It felt so good. Jack screamed as he felt his orgasm building.

Kirsten slowed down. "No... you don't get to cum. The only way you get to cum is to give me what I want."

"Yessss anything," groaned Jack. "I can't fight this. I want it so bad. I wanna cum and I want to be you. I want to be a fucking evil bad bitch who gets whatever I want from men. I want to be Kirsten."

"Oooh good boy." THWAP, THWAP, THWAP

"Now fucking cum for meeeeeee!"

Jack screamed in ecstasy as with a wicked grin Kirsten pushed her boobs even harder together and then pumped them up and down as if her life depended on them. With a scream he began to cum, a huge thick load erupting over Kirsten's chest as she cooed appreciatively and used her hands to milk out every drop.

"Yesssss now you're all mine."

Pushing him hard Jack groaned as he toppled onto the floor and Kirsten feverishly ripped off his clothes. His cum still dripping off her tits she mounted him and laughed as she pinned his arms down with her own.

"You're gonna love being me again Jack. We were meant for each other." Throwing back her head she moaned in pleasure as a seam opened down her back.

Kristen's soft cummy skin fell down onto Jack as with a wet sucking sound, Sam slid unconscious and naked out of her body to leave her skin empty.

Jack groaned as the living skin writhed over his body and he was sucked inside. He felt his crotch push in and Kirsten's big tits suck possessively to his chest. Her face melted against his own and he felt her sexy hair replace his own.

Fuckkkk yesssss doesn't it feel good to be a bitch?

Jack smiled and felt Kirsten's pouty lips twist into a smirk as he wiggled his pedicured toes and slid a manicured finger between his legs to feel his tight wet pussy then wipe up some of the cum now on his chest.

"Mmmmh yummy," he giggled licking it off. "Mmmh it feels so good to be back together again."

Kirsten/Jack stood up and used tissue to clean her chest. Then she got dressed back into her party outfit and checked her makeup.

Looking down at the snoring, pathetic naked Sam lying on the floor she laughed.

"You're dumped loser."

Opening the door, Kirsten strode back into the party her head a whirl. She and Jack would no doubt end up fighting again - but she was looking forward to it.

Right now Jack was willing to let her do anything she wanted so she wanted to remind him how good getting fucked felt.

Let's go find that bully you really hate... the one with the big dick. I wanna get fucking railed and remind you you're evil now and love being with bad boys.

She felt Jack squirm within her and knew tonight would be fun. Hopefully she and Jack would stay together this time. She liked having him inside her and the challenge of corrupting him.

And if not - there were always plenty of other boys to choose from.

THE END

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INBUILT SUPERIORITY

Chris wanted to lose... he wanted to fail. But he couldn't.

Ashley's body, his temporary home, was fighting back and resisting. Muscle memory and emotions were over-riding his will to make him want to win.

A desire to be the best - to be the hottest, most popular, most bitchy cheerleader in the school had overtaken him and he couldn't seem to stop himself.

His head was in a daze and when his lips moved it felt like someone else was speaking. He moved with perfect feminine grace; routines and manoeuvres he had never practised coming effortlessly to him.

The other girls looked at him with shining eyes. They wanted to BE him. They recongised their natural leader. One by one each of them was falling in line, coming over to his side.

In the corner, his sister was being isolated. The girls were moving away from her as if she were a leper. There were bitter tears in her eyes, tears of resentment and rage.

Chris felt his pussy get wet.

******

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Possessing the hated Ashley had been Lucy's idea. The Head cheerleader was graduating and a new leader was needed. This was finally a chance for someone like Lucy to wrest control of the squad and turn them from a cruel, mean, clique of self-obssessed bitches into a kinder more gentler squad.

She just needed a way to undermine Ashley, to prevent the upcoming bitch exerting her influence on the squad and becoming the Head cheerleader.

Chris had agreed to cast a spell that turned him into a ghost. Then last night he'd flowed into Ashley whilst she slept and took control.

Now - it was as if Chris had never existed. As the person who had cast the spell, only Lucy remembered the old him. Only together could they reverse the spell and return him to full life.

Or he could stay as Ashley forever.

The thought was thrilling.

From the first moment he'd opened her eyes and sat up in bed he'd known he was in trouble. He just felt so fucking good and at home in her body.

Chris loved his new tits and his long blonde hair. He liked how rich his family was, how good it felt to be spoiled. Ashley's pussy was amazing and her popularity and influence intoxicating.

She was just naturally superior. No matter who was inside her body, they would always be better than other people.

The bottom line was that Chris couldn't fail, because Ashley was just naturally superior. Her power was inbuilt.

He couldn't help it if he was so fucking pretty now. It wasn't his fault that his body was so bendy and flexible. He knew he had been meant to throw the Head Cheerleader trials - but it had felt GOOD to be better than everyone else, to see others worshipping him.

His slutty pink mouth twitched into a smirk of superiority. He looked at the girls. They were all his now. The coach was already walking over with thr Head Cheerleadera uniform to give him.

His eyes flicked to Lucy. She was sobbing, looking at him with pleading eyes.

His smirk grew.

God... she was so fucking pathetic. So useless and weak. He looked down at his body and felt his pussy get even wetter.

"Fuck you Ashley. This is my body now. I can't go back to being a loser. I'm taking it all and becoming you."

The new Ashley tossed her hair with a natural motion and giggled as she took the uniform from the coach.

"Thanks coach. I'll be the best Head Cheerleader ever. I only have one little request. Can we throw that crying little bitch Lucy off the squad?"

He nodded and Ashley clapped her hands excitedly.

The other girls surrounded her and Ashley felt the thrill of being a Queen Bee surrounded by drones.

She grinned as her friends whispered in her ear that her boyfriend the quarterback was waiting in the locker room with his big dick out and he had asked her to wear her new uniform and no knickers.

Giddy at the thought of getting fucked, Ashley walked away to find him, not even sparing a glance at Lucy who was being kicked off the squad.

Some people were built inferior and for others like her, it just came naturally...

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AUNTIE-PATRIACHY

Josh hated what was happening to him. The conditons of the Anti-Patriachy Act meant that like him, every eighteen year old boy in the country was currently mandated by law to swap bodies with a woman for at least four hours a day, but in his case - things were not going well.

Boys would usually be assigned someone in their family - but not a direct relation if possible. After six weeks of the program they would have a good understanding of living as a woman and be less likely to display patriachial or misogynistic behaviour. As everyone swapped at different times - their female relative would also get an opportunity to interact with their friends and call out unacceptable behaviour.

For Josh though - this meant becoming his evil Aunt Aletta. She wasn't like the women his friends were swapping with. Aletta was fake and plastic. Giant slutty titties hung from her chest, her pumped up lips were always coated in shiny lip gloss and her tight shaven pussy was always wet for big cock.

She was an evil, slutty, bimbo bitch who only cared about her own selfish pleasures. Her body was pampered and corrupted into a pleasure dolls. She lived in a vast mansion with an ultra-feminine life-style served by a cuck husband and an army of lovers.

Despite her addictive evil lifestyle, she actually loved swapping bodies with Josh. He was young, handsome and strong and to his horror, she spent her time as him seducing his female classmates and fucking them.

"Stop being such a pussy Josh," she grinned as they began another swapping session. "I never agreed with this dumb act in the first place - but now they're making us swap I'm enjoying it. You and I can have a lot of fun as each other. Most men your age are pathetic weaklings thanks to this bullshit. The girls your age are desperate for a good fucking and your body makes their pussies wet."

"Auntie - you can't say that kind of thing," gasped Josh adjusting his big tits uncomfortably in Aletta's too small clothing. "You're making my friends act worse and encouraging my female friends to be spoiled slutty bitches. You gotta stop."

Aletta laughed. "Corrupting your friends to go against the act is fun. I love showing girls the pleasure of using men to get what they want and turning your friends into hot bullying studs. By the time we finish this program, they'll be mean alpha bullies and you'll have no choice but to act like them or be ostracised. Now I'm going over to the head cheerleaders house to fuck her brains out and convince Ashley she should show more cleavage and use it to manipulate boys."

Josh knew he was supposed to report his Aunt for this kind of behaviour - but how could he? He didn't want to get them both into trouble.

It was also kind of... hot.

In the times he returned to his body he now found the other boys were all following his lead and the girls at school all wanted him. He was a stud now and his big dick felt good as he stroked it and imagined it inside all the hottest sluts at school who his Aunt was corrupting to be like her.

One day - Ashley even gave him a blowjob at school and as he fucked her face and pumped cum down her eager throat he had felt a surge of power and dominance that had really turned him on.

The bodyswapping wasn't meant to make you MORE patriachial and evil - but Aletta's interference was doing just that.

Meanwhile Josh wondered whether he could do the opposite to his aunt and make her act nicer when he had control of her life.

Her plastic big titted body DID feel fucking good. He began to look forward to getting inside. His friends were jealous of his big slutty tits and rich lifestyle.

Donald - Aletta's husband was a weak pathetic cuck. On his Aunt's advice he had Donald eat his pussy out and soon Josh came to enjoy the subservient losers eagerness to please his Mistress.

Far from make Aletta nicer - Josh began to enjoy the evil power being his Aunt gave him. As he played with his big fake tits and pumped a dildo in and out of his tight gripping cunt - Josh began to fall in love with being an evil slut.

He began to dress in his Aunt's nastiest outfits and embraced her ultra-feminine life. Dressing in tight latex catsuits and boots whilst having long slutty acyrillic nails felt so right. Nail bars, cocktails with the girls and sex games became the norm. He was a rich bitch and he loved it.

Soon Josh had begun to suck cock just as good as Ashley at school and before long he became accustomed to having two cocks at once. The bigger the better and it just made the pleasure more intense if Donald had to watch.

"Yesssss I'm such a fucking bitch," grunted Josh as he was fucked and had his hair pulled by his lover as Donald watched miserably in the corner. "Mmmmh I want MORE!"

His giant tits swung up and down as he was pounded doggy-style and Josh loved how they felt as he took dick like a champ. Swapping with his aunt was the BEST.

At his Aunt's suggestion - Josh began to fuck his friends from school - helping Aletta with her corruption goals. As he moaned and grunted in pleasure as two of his friends spit roasted his horny body and slapped his big ass, she would jerk off in the corner.

"See Nephew, doesn't it feel good to be fucking evil and powerful? Pleasure and sex are all that matters. I love seeing you become a whore just like me."

Day by day Josh's morals and priorities shifted. He was soon just as evil and corrupt as his Aunt. Whether he was fucking the increasingly slutty girls from school or taking multiple cocks from his bullying friends - he was in Heaven.

Finally the program was complete. After six weeks of swapping Josh was now a swaggering, cocky bully who loved to fuck spoiled bratty Alpha bitches and help them cheat on their pussy boyfriends. His time as his Aunt had taught him SO much.

"Thanks Auntie," he grinned. "I'm gonna miss those big tits and the feel of three men inside me, but having that slut Ashley or her friend Chloe's tight pussy on the end of my cock will make up for it."

"You're welcome Nephew," purred Aletta happy to be back in her body. "You're lucky you swapped with a real woman. I'm so glad I was able to make you into a real man."

Aletta's personal anti-patriachy program was complete and a total success... Josh was a bully now and she had only learned to be even more evil...

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Shine

“Did you really think I’d not suspect something?

Like no… my so-called best friend daring me, a guy, to try on some latex stockings is totally normal.

I knew something was up. I was just curious.

What were you hoping for? That as soon as my tits grew out and my dick shrank back into a pussy I’d be throwing myself at you, begging for cock? How pathetic!

I’ll more than happily dress in the clothes you’ve bought though. I’ve now got a hot new body that guys will literally do anything for.

Don’t get any ideas though. The closest you’re getting is shining me up before I head out. Hope this was worth it, loser.”

[tg-ruby]

GAMMA RAYS

University changed me in so many ways.

Before I went I was a shy, bookish, studious nerd. Once I got there I became an assertive, slutty, bitchy, sorority-brat.

And not by accident.

Joining the Gamma, Kappa, Alpha sorority was what made all the difference. Deep beneath the luxurious sorority house full of pampered, giggling, bitches lay a secret chamber.

Pledges were brought down to the chamber and bombarded with some sort of pink energy. My sisters laughingly called them Gamma rays.

The corruptive pink energy brought out the worst in you. It made your tits get bigger, your hair go blonder, your pussy get tighter. Every shred of decency, shyness and shame was burned out of you and you emerged from the chamber as a true Gamma girl.

I'd loved the transformation and had totally turned my life around. I was no longer the boring loser I'd been before the chamber, I was now an assertive bitch. I threw away my old clothes, updated my style and developed new hobbies.

These mainly included partying and sex with hung alpha-male frat boys. I loved it.

There was only one fly in the ointment. My loser ex boyfriend Richard decided to drive all the way up to see me.

Richard was shocked and horrified by the new me - especially when he realised I had been cheating on him. The little pussy even cried when I told him we were done.

But then I had a better idea. I didn't want Richard going back home and spreading it around how much I had changed yet. I wanted to handle that carefully.

So instead I lured Richard deep into our sorority mansion and showed him the chamber.

I giggled as he walked inside and I activated the rays, cranking the dials up as high as they would go.

"Noooooooo..." screamed Richard as the pink light bathed him and he was trapped in the chamber by the powerful Gamma rays.

At first nothing seemed to be happening, then I noticed Richard's body shape was getting more feminine. I cranked the dials to OVERCHARGE and laughed as the beams became so bright and powerful that he screamed in ecstasy as every cell in his body was corrupted.

Blonde hair grew, sharp nails lengthened, soft lips pouted. I listened to Richard's bones crack and break as his hips widened. His clothes fell off and I laughed as his useless little dick shrunk to nothing and the lips of a pussy formed between his legs.

Breasts grew and skin tanned as every part of the former loser was improved and reshaped. The power of the Gamma Rays had done their work and burned out every trace of maleness in him.

I turned off the beams and Rikki fell to the floor with a soft giggle. Tossing her long blonde hair back, she stood up and purred as she touched herself.

"Like that's totally hawt."

Rikki was now one of us - my sister. I hugged her excitedly. "I have like SO much to show you about being a hot girl."

We'd find a way to cover up Richard's disappearance and create a new identity for Rikki. The sorority had ex members everywhere who could make things happen.

Meanwhile me and Rikki were able to go and party. It was so fucking hot watching her get fucked and knowing that she used to be my boyfriend. The two of us were massive bitches now and I liked having her as my sister.

Those Gamma rays sure did the job!

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LUBE TUBE

I laughed as I rubbed my cock with the magic lube the witch had sold me and watched it absorb into all eight inches. I was already hard at the thought of what I was going to do tonight and the lube felt good as it sent throbs of pleasure crackling through my dick.

Zipping up my pants, I grabbed my bag and taking a last look around my room grinned and left the envelope with the fake suicide note in, on the table. I couldn't say I would miss this place much. My Dad had walked out years ago and my Mom was a washed out drunkard who had beaten me as a child. My disappearance would be investigated, but they would never find anything. Then I'd finally be forgotten about, which was fine with me.

Maybe my upbringing was why I'd grown up to be such a bastard. I knew that I was - but at the same time, it was hardly my fault that the world was full of so many pathetic people. The only thing that mattered in this life was to get what you wanted - and tonight I was going to take exactly what I wanted.

My biggest victim at school was the nerdiest kid. His family were super rich, but he was a total dweeb. I bullied him constantly - but really... it was his Mom that interested me.

Rebecca was 39 years old and still absolutely stunning. She was also rich, bored and unfaithful. She and I had been fucking for weeks now and I loved the filthy slut. I knew she was using me... she couldn't get enough of my big cock now, but soon she would throw me away like all the rest.

I had found a trail of discarded men - eaten up by Rebecca's tight pussy, then tossed away like garbage when the next man came along. I was not going to be one of them.

Her big tits, soft creamy flesh, expensive lingerie and promiscuous attitude all drove me just as wild as it had them - but I was playing a longer game. I wanted more and I was going to take it.

I got to the hotel we had agreed on and I found Rebecca waiting for me in the bedroom. She smelt of expensive perfume and her nails were freshly painted red. Her perfect tits were encased in red - a tight bodystocking showing off her feminine curves.

"Hi stud," she grinned uncrossing her nylon encased legs to show she was wearing sexy black heels. "What took you so long?"

Grinning, I slid off my trousers and revealed my throbbing cock. "I had to stop to beat the shit out of your son."

She laughed. "Liar, he's away at camp - but you know how fucking wet it makes me to hear about you abusing him."

Rebecca was some sort of freaky bitch. She actually got turned on by me tormenting her weakling son and we often used it as foreplay. I would tell her about thrashing him to an inch of his life whilst she played with herself. She would moan and orgasm... her shaven pussy dripping wet and then I would fuck her hard. It was so fucking hot.

Jumping up on the bed, Rebecca slid down her panties and revealed her pussy. I fucking loved her pussy. In fact I loved everything about Rebecca.

She was a sex addict... an evil heartless bitch and a manipulative slut. She had it all, money... power... sophistication. That's why I had chosen her.

My cock was rock hard as she spread her legs wide for me and I saw her tight shaven pussy glistening. She rubbed her clit, groaning as she bent her knees to put both high heeled feet on the bed. She was ready. "Come fuck me baby."

"One second." I grabbed my bag and pulling out the lube squeezed more onto my cock till the entire tube was empty.

"You don't need that baby," tutted Rebecca, "I'm fucking dripping for you. I want that cock inside me now."

Grinning I tore off my clothes and mounted the bed. Rebecca groaned as I grabbed her tits and yanked down the cups of her bodystocking. I reached down and sucked on the nipples of her big fleshy globes. She really did have the most perfect breasts.

Rebecca gasped like a needy slut as I positioned my cock outside her cunt, then with a grunt pushed my way inside. I felt her pussy stretch to accomodate my girth and she cried out in pleasure.

"Ohhhh fuck, you're so big baby! Yes fuck me!"

I started to push in and out of Rebecca, grabbing her legs for purchase and pulling her towards me. I began to increase my pace, pounding into her with slow wet slaps. With every thrust my cock went deeper and deeper into her.

"Mmmmmh here we go," I gasped as I felt a delicious warmth suddenly flood my crotch. My cock tingled and went numb and I groaned in ecstasy as I felt the magic start to take effect.

"Wh... what's happening baby? It feels strange," moaned Rebecca as I felt the magic working.

I just grinned and pumped harder... pulling myself deeper and deeper INTO Rebecca.

With a wet sucking sound I began to sink into her and I groaned at how good it felt.

"Ohhhhh my God baby... you're so deep inside me. It feels like you're becoming PART of me."

That's because I was.

Rebecca groaned her eyes rolling back as I leaned forward and pushed deeper and deeper into her. I grabbed her arms and felt my hands merging with hers... my chest melting into hers. I quickly pushed my head down to kiss her - then moments later I was sinking into her, BECOMING her.

This is what I had always wanted - the power to become Rebecca... to possess her body and be the hot evil bitch she was. It felt so fucking good.

For a moment I was disoriented- then sensation returned.

I was on my own, lying on the bed with no panties on. My bodystocking was pulled down and my big tits exposed to the air. I put my hands up to my face and giggled as I saw red painted nails. It had worked. I hade become Rebecca.

"Mmmmh, ohhhh fuck," I gasped reaching down to my freshly fucked pussy. My skin felt soft and smooth, my body curvy and perfect at last. Sliding off the bed it took me a moment to catch my balance in my new high heels. I popped my breasts back into my lingerie and tossed back my hair the way I'd seen Rebecca do it a hundred times.

I grinned with her perfect white smile. I was no longer the nobody bully - I was now a hot MILF bitch and I was going to enjoy cucking my husband and bullying my weakling son.

Sitting on the bed so I could see the mirror I slid my manicured fingers into my tight pussy and began to play with myself.

"Ohhhh fuck yes, MY pussy feels so good. I can't wait to find out how it feels to get fucked. Don't worry Rebecca - I'm going to live your life and I'm going to be even better at it than you were."

I had always wanted to be a bitch - and now I was.

[tg-ruby]

Curious

“Come on, tell me you’re not at least a little bit curious?

The curse doesn’t even last for ever!

Although I think the more you wear them, the longer you stay like this. I’ve been like this for a week now - that’s how much fun I’ve been having.

I promise you’re going to love it!”

[tg-ruby]

Stupid fucking cheerleaders if they think by turning me into one of them im going to join the team then there shit out of luck.

I do look good though look at my tits there bigger than my girfriends and you know thinking about her now i feel nothing her brother sure is hot though i bet he could fuck me so good well there is only one way to find out

[tg-ruby]

Friends Forever

Jenna was the biggest bitch that had ever attended North Hill high school. She had been ever since she had hit puberty before the rest of the girls. Her body had blossomed and the boys noticed.

Over the years she learned to hone her attractiveness and use it like a weapon. She had let the attention go to her head and corrupt her from a once shy innocent girl to the biggest slut in the school. Now in her senior year Jenna ruled the place. As head cheerleader she was the envy of every girl and the object of desire of every guy. She seemed to have a new boyfriend every month.

Jenna stalked the halls daily with her gang of bitches. Her beautiful blonde hair flowed over her enormous cleavage. Her bright blue uncaring eyes felt like piercing daggers to anyone who looked at them. She seemed to detest everyone but none more than poor Ana.

They had been friends once but that was before her breasts came in. When they did she had dropped her like hot garbage. It didn’t help that Ana developed late and poorly, bared filling a B cup. To distance herself from her past friendship with Ana, Jenna was malicious to her. Really Jenna had gone out of her way to be cruel to Ana. She called her names, spread lies about her and even convinced some teachers to grade her poorly. 

Ana had held out hope that one day the friend she made a blood pact with all those years ago would one day reimerge but that became impossible when one day Jenna was involved in a fatal car crash.

The whole school seemed to attend the funeral including Ana, She even went back to her house to give her condolences to the parents. Jenna’s mother thanked her and insisted she take some of Jenna’s possessions as a way to remember her.

Returning home exhausted Ana threw Jennas things aside and lay down on her bed.

“Well I guess a blood pact to stay friends forever can’t stop death” Ana said aloud to herself in her empty bedroom.

“Well that’s what you think…” said a disembodied but familiar voice.

Ana sat up in the bed to see the ghostly form of Jenna standing before her. Even in death she looked beautiful.

“Jenna?” asked Ana “is that you?”

“Well I’m sure you never have any boys or friends in here so it would have to be me” Jenna said finishing with a cruel laugh.

“But you’re dead, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to keep that pact we made all those years ago. To be honest I don’t want to, I mean look at you, you’re human trash but that blood pact apparently is binding forever and besides it’s my ticket to life again.”

“So you can be resurrected? You can live again?”

“Not exactly” Jenna said with an evil smile “the pact we made all those years ago linked us forever. As long as you live I can never truly die. You are the only one that can see me.”

“So you’re like my guardian angel? You will help guide my life?”

Jenna let out a long cackle and started to drift slowly over to Ana “No consider me more like the new owner of your life.”

"Wait what are you doing? No! Stop! Noooooo!” Screamed Ana but it was too late, Jenna stepped into Ana’s body like like someone steps into a warm shower..

Ana tried to push her out but was finding it difficult to so. Not because it was painful but because it felt so good. Waves of pleasure seem to hit her every time she gave up resisting.

“Dont worry Ana this is a good thing. You have squandered your life up until now. You have no friends, you’re still a virgin. Let me take over. Let me turn use your body to become a sexy, powerful bitch. You can still experience everything, I will just be in the driving seat. You’re gonna love how if feels to be superior than everyone else. Don’t you want to know how all that feels?”

Ana was finding it hard to fight back. She had to admit that she had been jealous of Jenna, how she held sway over the school. Now here she was offering to make her the new Head Bitch. The thoughts of it made her wet. She could picture herself being the new head cheerleader, stalking the halls, bullying those beneath her, losers like her. The thoughts of getting fucked by a new guy every week nearly made her pass out from pleasure. She could feel Jenna’s influence already take over.

“Yessssss” Ana purred “I give in, use my body to become the head cheerleader again, use it to be fucked by the hot jocks. Make my body an evil slut just like yours was. I want to know how it feels to be a bad bitch, my body is yours.”

With that Ana’s body began to shift and change. Her once flat chest shot out to huge mounds of pleasure. Her stomach shrunk and toned. Her hips flared out giving her the perfect ass. Her hair turned from the black it once was to sleek long blonde locks. Her nails sharpened to long daggers and her complexion cleared up instantly and her eyes settled into a cold malicious stare. Their souls had become one.

The new Ana strode confidently over to Jenna’s belongings and picked out an outfit to wear. She stood triumphantly in front of the mirror taking herself in. She had chosen a short black shirt and a cleavage heavy black top. For the first time ever Ana’s body wore heels and they suited her new slender legs well. Topping it off she wore gold hoop earrings, something Jenna wore everyday.

“Mmmm you clean up well Ana. Or should I say I clean up well. In fact this new body is better than that old body of mine… after I had made some improvements of course. A new body deserves a new name, Ana doesn’t really reflect this beauty now does it.”

And so Anastasia was born. It had only taken her a few hours at school the next day to become the Queen bitch. People in school were relieved the reign of Jenna was over but they weren’t ready for the bad bitch Anastasia was.