Here’s a line art body swap commission for QualityAce featuring characters from Fire Force.
Lisa and Tamaki have swapped bodies thanks to one of Vulcan’s inventions. Looks like the swap may be permanent thanks to Tamaki’s Lucky Lewd Syndrome, that is, until Vulcan can make another device.
It was time for my daily discord. I was strolling down the street as I found a building that had potential. Saint Brigid’s Secondary School for Girls. On the sign outside the school it read that today was career counseling day for the senior girls. I decided who better to give them input for their futures than a fun upstanding man such as myself. I walked in the school and explained to the head penguin that I was the career advisor here for the presentation. She showed me to a room with about 25 girls, not a lot, but I was a small private institution, so it was to be expected.
“Now girls, this gentleman has come down to talk to you about university opportunities and life advice for your college years. You’re all 18 years old now, and I’m very proud of them women that you’ve become. Please listen to all the advice he has to offer, and ask any questions.” The older nun warmly instructed.
“Well put sister. If you excuse us I’m going to help mold minds so to speak.” I said taking control of the room, and the reality of these girls.
The old nun left and I locked the door. On the chalkboard I wrote ‘college disorientation’, and began my twisted games.
“Okay girls. You’re all 18 years old, and you’re ready to go out and be the best sluts, bimbos, and general pieces of dumb snatch you can. Now who’s got a question?” I asked, weaving a new reality for the girls.
In a flash all them began to become more shapely and buxom, as their catholic uniforms shifted in skimpy parodies of themselves. The girls all writhed in their seats as their libidos soared, and their IQs plummeted. One girl raised her hand, and I gestured for her to ask her question.
“Sir, ummmm when I start letting guys fuck me at college should I use condoms?” She asked very sheepishly.
“Well you’re all good catholic girls, so you know that means no contraception of any kind so you’ll have to let them fuck you raw. You might get pregnant, but the risk makes it more fun.” I answered. The crowd of girls giggled.
Another girl raised her hand her hand, so I called on her
“I really want to find a frat to be like their, little fuckpuppet or whatever. Like what should I do to prepare for that?” She asked, twirling her platinum blonde hair around her finger.
“Well you’re going to need to be good at cleaning, cooking, doing laundry. You’re also going to need excellent blowjob skills. Do you think you’re cut out for that.” I said.
“Fer sure! I’m like super good a giving head!” She proudly proclaimed.
“I think you need to let me be the judge of that why don’t you give me a demonstration of your skill?” I commanded. She sauntered up to the podium. I heard an audible gasp from the girl when she unzipped my pants. She quickly went to work, and she was actually pretty skilled, but then again I made her that way. As she continued the BJ I could see the girls in the audience were getting flustered. Many of them bit their lips, there were a few jealous moans, and even a few of the girls began to finger themselves under their mini-skirts as the display went on.
Another girl stood up to ask a question.
“I was wondering. With these tits should I be a stripper, or like, should I do porn?” The girl asked before squeezing her impressive new rack and sticking her tongue out.
“Good question. You’ll want to start out as a stripper, and get some experience. Then do auditions for porn, or maybe you’ll get lucky and a casting director will see you strip and cast you from that.” I responded.
While this was fun, I had other problems to cause, so I had to wrap it up. I grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair as she was sucking me off and pulled her off. After a second I coated her face and new cleavage in huge load of my jizz. She looked to be in absolute bliss.
“That was good. You’ll make a great house bitch for some very lucky frat boys. Now the rest of you, I’m giving you all assignments to help you practice for college. You all need to edge while watching girl-on-girl porn until you can’t remember higher math, when you feel adequately stupid, I expect you to pick a partner and practice lesbian sex, then with that partner I expect you have a three way with at 5 different men. After that you all need to start filling out applications to Hooters, Foxy’s, and any strip clubs that have notices available.” Said zipping my pants up. The girls began to desperately pair up, as a cacophony of giggles and excited squeals overtook the room.
After corrupting the girls I decided to take my leave. Upon looking skyward I saw a very familiar looking building. Albany and Marks Accountants LTD.. The place where I had toiled away for my bitchy boss, and my cheating ex-girlfriend who after leaving me got promoted to supervisor. I think it was time for the most personal revenge of all. I walked into the lobby and looked around. I saw Beth, our downstairs receptionist filing her nails as she perked up.
“Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to Albany and Marks.” She said, completely oblivious to who I was.
“Beth don’t you know who I am?” I asked.
“I’m sorry but I don’t. Should I?” She asked frantically thumbing through her appointment book.
“No, but that’s alright. I’m the 12:15 consultation for Ms. Kellham.” I stated. As Beth ran her fingers through the appointment sheet she stopped.
“Ah here you are Mr. Page. I’m so sorry for that mistake.” She responded buzzing the elevator for me.
“That’s alright. A ditzy beauty like you makes innocent mistakes like that all the time I’m sure. Enjoy your magazine.” I said walking to the elevator.
The innocent, mousey college grad was replaced with a stereotypical girly girl who didn’t make for a very good receptionist. Instead of fastidiously checking emails and answering calls, she now had a copy of Cosmo in one hand and some kind of pink Starbucks drink in the other, most likely too dumb to walk and chew gum at the same time. Beth was always nice, but she also seemed lonely. Too concerned with her career to have fun. I owed it to her to make her a hot blonde who the boys would always be interested in. Her thoughts were no longer directed on what calls to make, or what meetings to schedule. Now all she was thinking about was what outfit to wear to the club later, and how many boys she could suck off in exchange for buying her a drink. She was definitely going to be popular.
The elevator dinged and walked out on to floor 13, my old department. It was the same dismal place, only now some other poor bastard sat at my old desk toiling away on some company’s accounts. As I walked around I matched eyes with Erica Kellham, my old boss. She was the Queen bitch around here and she made my life miserable whenever she had the opportunity. Time to return the favor.
“Ms. Kellham, Jim Page. I’m you’re 12:15.” I said extending my hand and smiling.
“How do you do Mr. Page. Let’s adjourn to my office to discuss the handling of your accounts.” She cordially replied.
We went into her large corner office, and she took a seat behind her desk. I had to think about how I was going to do this.
“So Mr. Page why do you want to do business with our firm?” She asked. I went to work.
“Well to be frank I don’t want to do business with you. You’re so dumb that you couldn’t spell cat if I gave the the C and the T. I’d never want someone like that to do my accounting.” I said, drastically reducing Erica’s intellect.
“Hey that’s like, not fair. I’m super good at like, counting and junk.” She replied, now sounding like a ditzy teenager.
“No I don’t think you are. Since you’re a dumb slut I’d say the only job you’d be good for is as the office fuck toy who they offer to big clients and corporate executives, but I need to be sure. Why don’t you show me your rack?” I commanded.
“Oh like, of course. *giggle* if you wanted to see my titties all you had to do is ask.” She complied with a massive grin.
She ripped off her shirt, and showed me her tits. They were fine, but she could use some work.
“Nice. You’ve got some impressive tits, Erica. The black lingerie you chose is also sexy.” I stated. Her business clothes melted away into a black lingerie set, and her chest expanded as tattoos swirled on her skin.
“Like that’s so sweet! How May I service you now, sir?” She purred.
“I want you to suck my cock to get it ready so I can fuck your ass for a while.
“Of course sir! I love it it when I get fucked in the ass!” She giddily exclaimed.
I took my time with Erica. I fucked her ass hard, and wasn’t gentle in the slightest, and I changed her mind around to where that made her like it even more. After I was done with her I used the buzzer to call in my ex-girlfriend Emily. She had to be brought to account as well.
“Erica, I’m going to be interviewing an employee to a demotion just like a gave you. I have to say for a 20 year old you show a lot of aptitude for being an executive fuck toy. Now go sit over there while I finish up.” I responded making my final changes to her.
“Like, sure thing!” She responded. She began changing again. The years began to drop off. Erica’s skin tightened, body weight melted, and breasts began to perk up. Where there was once a 45 year old executive there was now a slutty 20 year old who believed that she was just given a job.
At about this time Emily walked in. She had a sour look on her face, and was wearing a aubergine business suit. She looked confused by Erica’s presence, but before she could say anything I began my changes with her.
“Emily Porter. I’m Mr. Page from the corporate office. It’s been brought to my attention that you’re totally incompetent at your role as supervisor. According to reports you’re dumb as a post, and all you do is sit in your office all day watching porn and getting yourself off with a vibrator.” I said, changing the ruthless social climber into a dumb whore like Erica. I also changed her respectable suit into a ridiculous purple outfit.
“But it’s like not my fault sir! Numbers and counting is hard, and I get so horny all the time!” She tried to justify with an idiotic inflection.
“Well you’re in luck. The office has decided to give you a lateral demotion instead of firing you outright. You’re going to be a junior office fuck toy working under Erica. You’ll need to pass an aptitude test first though. Strip down and bend over the desk.” I commanded.
“Yes sir! Right away sir!” She began to strip down.
I had my fun with Emily. I fucked and came inside her over and over. I made it to where she would have an earthshaking orgasm with each thrust of my cock. After giving her one last time I whispered one last change to her.
“You will be insatiably horny, but no one other than me will be able to make you cum. You’ll be stuck in a constant edge session.”
“Yes sir.” Emily responded, eyes glazing over.
“Now with this demotion you’ll both receive a drastic pay cut. You’ll have to get second jobs to make ends meet, I imagine. Emily, you’ll start an only fans account where you’ll fuck yourself silly with your your extensive collection of Bad Dragon dildos, and Erica you’ll turn tricks on the weekend in the red light district. Sell your ass cheap too, it’s all about quantity not quality for you.” I said.
“Yes sir, Mr. Page!” Erica and Emily gleefully responded in unison.
I got ready to leave the office. I had gotten my revenge. On Erica by reducing her to a life and complete subservience who moonlighted as a cheap hooker, and on Emily but making her into a willing whore, who would never be able to be satisfied unless she fucked me. It was good, but in my way out I saw someone else. Max Heller. He was the closest thing to a friend I had at this office. We would go get a beer sometimes, joke about Erica at the Christmas party. Old Max had the potential to be a great executive, but he never asserted himself. So I decided to change Max, and help him out for being my friend. I gave him ruggedly handsome movie star good looks, crafted a huge bank account (though not as big as mine) for him, and made Max a stud who was always popular with the ladies. Hell, I even made him partner for good measure. He deserved it.
“Mr. Page, I just wanted to thank you for letting Albany, Heller & Marks take care of your accounts for you.” He said shaking my hand with his newly confident grip.
“Max, I look forward to doing business with you. Let’s get a drink sometime.” I said, walking towards the elevator.
“I’d like that Jim. I’ll see you around. I’ve got some work to do with my “personal assistants”, Emily and Erica. Feel free to stop by anytime.” Max responded with a wry smile.
Being the new God of Chaos was treating me well. I had been busy the last few days keeping the world on edge with my mischief. I had to look at my to-do list for the week:
Monday: I made it rain frogs which was hilarious.
Tuesday: I turned the world’s water supply to vodka for 24 hours.
Wednesday: in the middle of a WNBA game I switched their uniforms out for skimpy lingerie, and made it to where every player on the court would orgasm when ball was dribbled.
Thursday: During the Miss America pageant I made all of the women talk about their deepest sexual fantasies in graphic detail.
That brought me to Friday. I decided to take it easy today since I had been so busy lately. I went to a upscale coffee shop not too far away from my penthouse called Red Fox Coffee Lounge. This place was the most expensive coffee shop I’d been to in my life. It was for the yuppies who worked in the financial district and spoiled college kids who had entirely too much of their parent money. The cheapest thing on the menu was “artisanal sparkling water” and that was fucking $10. Unbelievable. I ordered an overpriced espresso and took a seat. There had to be something or someone I could fuck with in here. I scanned around at all of the mooks and hipsters just hoping for the perfect target. Then I heard some shrill yelling coming from a corner.
“Because Mom, all men are pigs! Yes all of them! There’s not one of them that’s not a knuckle-dragging, patriarchy-supporting, misogynist!” Screamed a young girl in the corner into her cellphone. “Tell Dad I need more money in my account next time you see him.”
Bingo there was the target. She was in her early 20s, skinny, and had dreadlocks. She was dressed in wannabe-hippie fashion with a t-shirt that read ‘kill all men’ and a hammer and sickle sticker on her MacBook. Typical champagne socialist rich girl playing at revolutionary. I had to take her down several notches at least. She began packing to leave, and as I stood up I decided to…redecorate the coffee shop on my way out.
“Good morning, sir. Did you enjoy your espresso?” The pretty barista asked with a perky smile.
“Indeed I did. Tell me miss do you go to college around here?” I asked cordially.
“Yeah. I’m pre-med, studying to become a doctor.” She proudly answered.
“I bet you’re glad you dropped out to become a bikini barista at this red light coffee shop, huh” I said spinning a new reality for this girl, and everyone in this cafe. Her hair grew and turned blonde, as her respectable barista outfit morphed into a black bikini
“OMG totally! Medical stuff is so hard to remember. I have, like so much more fun making coffee, showing of my tits, and stuff.” She replied handing me another espresso in a to-go cup.
I looked around as the expensive walls of this upscale place devolved into a sleazy cafe. All of the waitresses morphed into bikini-clad sex kittens, letting men fuck them against the wall or dropping to their knees to offer blowjobs. The once professional young women typing up resumés shifted to violently gooning themselves stupid while watching degrading porn on their laptops. As I took my leave even the sign had changed to Foxy’s Red Light Coffee. I spotted the ill tempered feminist and followed her onto the subway. I approached and made my move.
“You know you’d look a lot prettier if you got rid of the dreds.” I casually opined.
“Well I don’t remember asking you. Since I’m an independent woman I do whatever the fuck I want with my appearance.” She aggressively responded.
“Oh so you’re one of those feminist types?” I asked in mock ignorance.
“Yeah. I am. Does that offend you?” She asked, as if it was a point of pride for her.
“Not at all. I’m not intimidated by strong, confident women.” I lied. I could see in her eyes that she was weak willed, and had a multitude of personal insecurities that I could exploit.
“Oh…I don’t here that from men very often.” She said in a confused tone.
“Sure. In fact you were going to invite me to your place so you could talk more about it.” I said, placing the first seeds of change.
“Yeah. That sounds good. I’m Elizabeth” She agreed as she introduced herself.
We got off and she took me to her apartment building. It was nice, and there was no way she’d be able to afford it if not for her parent’s money. For a communist she had an awful lot of upscale furniture and electronics. While I was hoping to do a slow turn she was kind of pissing me off with her attitude. I altered things and had her in bed, ankles in the air, screaming my name inside of a few seconds. She got up and put her underwear back on.
“I can’t believe I just did that. Why did I just have sex with a random guy off the street.” She asked.
“Because you’re starting to have your doubts about feminism. You’re starting to change your mind on a lot of things. You find yourself aroused by thoughts of being dominated and submissive to men. You masturbate at night to fantasies of a douchey frat bro bending you over and fucking your ass.” I said, setting forth a new reality for her.
“H-how could you possibly know all that?” She asked, aghast of how I could know what she always believed to be her darkest secret.
“I’m a good judge of character. I’ll see you later. Oh and like I said before, you’d look a lot better without the dreads.” I said getting dressed to leave.
After a fashion I decided to check in on Elizabeth. She’d had done what I said and fitted rid of her dreadlocks. She was alone in her room jilling off.
In her head was a fantasy of some pushy dude-bro pushing her to the floor and forcing her to suck his dick. I used my power to make her orgasm harder than she ever had before in her life to create a Pavlovian response to that sort of daydream. I also saw through the ether that she had a YouTube account where she would lecture about feminism and communist theory, but as my changes set in over time so too did the titles change.
“Good faith criticisms of Feminism”
“Why I’m considering leaving Feminism”
“Why I no longer need feminism”
And over time her appearance changed as well. Her chest swelled, she began wearing more makeup, and her hairstyles show care and effort. Eventually she texted me.
Elizabeth: Hey. It’s me Elizabeth, but I go by Betty now. Thanks for helping me get in touch with the real me! I’m feeling like so much more confident, and happy now that I don’t care about feminism and all that junk. Also my titties have grown soooo much and I thought you’d like to see ;) Anyways I’ve decided to quit gender studies and work on my “Mrs. degree” lol. I also got a job at Foxy’s, y’know that coffee shop where all the baristas wear bikinis and fuck the customers? I mean like it when guys stare at my tits and tell me what a hot slam piece I’d be so what better place to work? Lol Anyways I was wondering if you’d like to cum over and have some Netflix and chill time with me? <3
I obliged and went over. She was more than happy to offer me a blowjob, which is something that her feminist pride had prevented her from offering last time. I fucked her and degraded her for hours before leaving her to her new life as a ditzy coed who only lived to party and please men. I saw that she posted a new video to her YouTube titled‘Feminism is Cancer” she had died her hair pink and looked to have grown a bit more in all the right places.
“Hey guys! It’s Betty here. So I just had so much fun at work today! Like a whole bunch of hunky frat guys came into Foxy’s during my shift. I was on my knees like all day *giggle* this one guy named Brad wanted to fuck my ass, and I like, couldn’t say yes fast enough. His cock was huuuuuge and he made me cum like three times! He gave me his number and I’m totes going over to his frat house tonight for a party! Anyway I’m deleting this account since I used to be bitchy feminist and I think those old videos are cringe. *giggle* I mean everyone knows only flat chested girls who can’t get laid become feminists, and now that I’ve got these massive mommy milkers, and I work at Foxy’s I can suck and fuck as much as I want. I can focus on being what every guy really wants, a dumb, slutty, fucktoy. If every girl was like that they’d be way happier. If you want to see anymore of my vids you’ll have to subscribe to my OnlyFans and Pornhub accounts! Bye.” She explained before the video ended.
I think I might need to start going to get my coffee from Foxy’s from now on.
Things had been going great since I got these powers. I caused small amounts of mischief here and there, but mostly I had been living. I changed my life into every man’s dream and I had been twisting women to my will and desires. It was great, and the parties I would throw at my penthouse would give the Playboy Mansion a run for its money.
After I made some coffee I got a knock on my front door, so I decided to see who it was. A woman in her mid-30s waltzed in without even waiting for me to say ‘hello’
“Mr. Page, I’m Special Agent Angela Sawyer, IRS. We’ve found a massive discrepancy in your private funds, and they sent me to conduct an interview as part of my investigation.” She said setting a briefcase on my kitchen bar.
“A discrepancy? There must be some kind of mistake.” I replied feigning shock. I was going to fuck with this woman, but I wanted to play along for the time being.
“Yes. It would appear that a balance in the neighborhood of 90 billion dollars was deposited into your bank account as if by magic. We need to see where such a large sum came from.” Agent Sawyer retorted, grabbing a note pad and pen from her briefcase.
“Oh that 90 billion. That’s a simple inheritance. Distant uncle twice removed from some Eastern European royal family. It’s all legitimate, you can close the file” I said, taking a sip of my coffee. I could see a haze form in her eyes as she picked up a report stating what I had just verbalized into reality.
“I-that’s accurate. I have a report stating just that. I’m sorry I don’t know how I could’ve made such an obvious mistake by not checking the report. This is so embarrassing.” The agent said, slightly confused.
“It’s okay no harm, no foul. We can just put it behind us. Would you like some coffee?” I magnanimously offered.
“No I shouldn’t. I should get back to the office to close this file.” She responded, as she packed her briefcase.
“You’ll like this coffee. It’s fresh and I only buy the best.” I stated. She perked up as her state of mind changed.
“Well I guess I could stay for a cup.” She responded.
“Wonderful. So how long do these audits take?” I asked, pulling a mug from my cabinet.
“Mostly a couple of hours. Sometimes with larger audits like the one we were planning to do with your case can take days.” She explained, taking the coffee.
“Well since you’ve got all this new free time what say we get to know each other. Tell about you.” I said leaning in.
“Well I’m 36, I’ve been with the IRS for about 11 years, I married my high school sweetheart right after we graduated, and I have a daughter.” She said warming up to me.
“There’s no way you’re 36. You look a lot younger.” I said.
“That’s sweet of you to say.” Angela blushed.
“You’re pretty attractive, but you look tense. You should relax, and let your hair down.” I recommend.
“You’re right. Any ideas on how to chill out?” She answered as she undid the right bun she had her hair in.
“You should show off that hot body of yours.” I commanded.
“Good idea. I mean I look great, so why not flaunt it?” She agreed and she took off her blazer and blouse.
“I bet you want me to fuck you. You want to take a risk and have an affair with a rich handsome stranger.” I stated, changing her reality.
“God I do. I love my husband, but I’ve never been with anyone else, and I want some excitement, and you’re so hot I just can’t help myself!” She said, as she feverishly stripped down to a blue lingerie set.
“Like what you see?” Angela asked with a smirk.
“I do. Why don’t I show you to the bedroom?” I asked.
I fucked Angela’s brains out for what must’ve been hours. When we were done she was a sweaty gasping mess.
“God I’ve never been fucked that good before. I can’t believe you made me cum that many times.” Angela panted, my latest load dripping out of her pussy. “I can’t believe I cheated on my husband.”
“You’re not worried about it. Tell me about your daughter.” I said, running my fingers through Angela’s hair.
“Yeah he’ll never find out about it. I’m so proud of my daughter. She just like me when I was her age. She’s a senior in high school, she’s poised to become the valedictorian of her class, and go to an Ivy League school. Today’s her 18th birthday. I was gonna go see her after I finished with your audit.” Angela proudly mused.
There was my in. I knew what chaos I was going to cause today.
“Sounds like she’s a disappointment to you. Since in high school you were so popular for being the easiest lay in the whole school. You were a massive party girl and you used to get dicked down multiple times a day in fact when you got knocked up at 18 you didn’t even know who the father was I bet.” I said, quickly thinking up a new reality for Angela.
“Yeah she’s a really goody two shoes. She’s still a virgin if you can believe that. She’s got her nose up in the air about making good grades and going to college. I wish she was more like me when I was her age.” Angela agreed. The hardworking IRS Agent with the happy suburban life was gone. Now there was just a 36 year old sexpot party girl in her place.
“Why don’t you take me to meet her. Maybe I can talk some sense into her for you.” I offered.
“Great idea baby.” Angela agreed. “Before we go can you please fuck me one more time? You’re just sooo good.”
After one more go we drove to Angela’s house and there was her daughter sitting at the kitchen table studying what looked to be chemistry. She was pretty, but bookish and flat chested. There was potential here.
“Hey mom. Is this one of your new boyfriends?” She asked.
“He is. Baby, this is my daughter Sienna.” Angela said, pressing herself against me.
“Nice to meet you. You mom says that you’re pretty smart.” I said.
“Yeah but she’s not proud of it. She wants me to be more like her…a slut.” She hesitated.
“Well You’d be a lot happier if you followed your mom’s example.” I began to alter Sienna, as I had her mother.
“I want her to be proud of me, but I’m not that pretty, and I’ve never had any kind of sex before. What if I’m no good as a slutty bimbo?” Sienna asked, tears welling in her eyes.
“Oh sweetie, don’t worry. We’ll get you a makeover and I’ll teach you some tricks and you can be the biggest whore in school. Just like I was back in my day.” Angela hugged her daughter and comforted her. This was hilarious.
“Really? You think I can do it?” Sienna whimpered.
“I know you can, and my new beau will help.” Angela said, looking in my direction.
I agreed and the three of us went out. We bought Sienna a whole new wardrobe of slutty clothes. Mini-skirts that were just a little too short, inappropriately tight tops, and a large amount of lingerie. After that we took Sienna to a salon to give her a new look. We finally made it back to my penthouse and Angela agreed that it was time to study some carnal knowledge. She began undressing.
“I’m so tired to being a virgin. Will you please fuck me, sir?” Sienna asked.
After I was gentle Angela set in with tips: proper cowgirl technique, how roll her hips, always be willing to give anal, etc. The most entertaining part was when Angela taught her daughter how to give a perfect blowjob. They took turns sucking my cock, and the look of pride on Sienna’s face when I finally came all over her face and tits was priceless. After that Angela got Sienna drunk and made her edge to porn for the rest of the night to get rid of the carefully cultivated intelligence that Sienna was once so proud of.
After a long weekend Sienna was grade A dumb cooze material. She went to school ready to suck and fuck any boy who wanted her. I went back to my usual fun and saw Angela and Sienna every now and then during the passing weeks. Eventually I got a text from Angela:
Angela: my boss told me this was “inappropriate workplace attire” lol. I know you’ll appreciate how fucking hawt I am xoxo. Also I got a text from Sienna, she said she flunked her senior exams. She said that she wants to get into porn. I quit the agency, and told her I’d join her, and we can be like a team! I’m, like SO PROUD OMG!!! The three of us should celebrate tonight! ;) Also I’m pretty sure you knocked me up with that a-ma-zing cock!!! Luv u bye.
Before I could respond I got a text from Sienna:
Sienna: Heyyyyy ;) Thanks so much for the implants. Like best b-day present fer sure! The boys totes can’t stop staring. I bet you like the view too when I’m riding your dick lol jk. Anyway I suuuuper flunked my final exams. I’m just gonna do porn with my mom that sounds way better than going to college anyway. Can we celebrate at your place tonight???? Also since you’re the only guy I don’t use condoms with I’m pretty sure you totes got me preggers but we can’t talk about that later…Daddy. Luv ya <3
What a happy family. A bright young woman with a promising career, and her proud mother.
It has been a shitty week. I was tired and burnt out. I was tired of going to the same old day-in-day-out job, I was tired of being out of shape and not having enough time to go to the gym, I was tired of not having enough money to go do fun shit. The cherry on top of the shit sundae was the fact that my girlfriend had cheated on me, and walked out. I turned the key and entered my tiny, cramped apartment and saw a figure in the dark.
“Fuck me. This is all I need. Look take whatever you want, just please don’t kill me.” I said.
“How quaint. I’m not here to kill you my friend. I’m here to give you a gift.” The voice said, with a slight Scandinavian accent.
“A gift? What kind of gift?” I asked turning the light on.
“Before I give it to you I have to ask, do you feel angry at life and the world? Like you want to be on top for once, and make the people that kick you when you’re down know what it’s like to be small for a change? He asked. He was a guy in his mid-thirties and had wild black hair and small goatee.
“You seem to know an awful lot about me. What is this, like one of those giant check give away things?” I asked, still very suspicious about the whole situation.
“Nothing as simple a money. No, I’m going to give you power.” He explained with a grin widening.
“Who are you man?” I asked, trying to get some answers.
“I’ve had many names, but the one most people know is Loki, God of chaos and mischief.” He replied, doing a mock bow.
“Yeah right, and I’m Zeus.” I retorted. This guy was a nutcase.
“Humorous. At any rate, I’ve decided to go on a cosmic vacation of sorts, but someone needs to sow discord while I’m gone, and I’ve decided that you’ll do a fine job. So I transfer my powers of chaos and reality to you.” He said wiggling his fingers in the air.
“Was something supposed to happen? I don’t feel any different.” I answered.
“You won’t. You now have the power to use chaos and mischief to influence reality as you see fit. All you have to do is state something as a matter of fact and it will happen. Now remember you’re the new god of mischief, so keep it fun and try not to kill anyone okay? I’ll be taking my leave now. I’ll be watching your progress with much interest.” He responded before vanishing into thin air.
I was almost willing to believe it, but what was more believable? That an ancient god came to give me his power, or some deranged stage magician broke into my house to fuck with me? I decided I had had enough of today and wanted to go to bed. I threw my clothes in the hamper and looked at my reflection.
“You have ultra ripped body and a thin physique. You’re in terrific shape…I wish.” I sarcastically said to my mirror. I almost wish that guy had given me the power to change reality. Oh well.
I woke up the next morning and I felt great. I felt strong, revitalized, and light on my feet. When I saw myself in the mirror my jaw dropped. I was shredded and lean. I looked like I could be on the cover of Men’s Fitness or something. I put on a pair of joggers and decided to go for a run. I’d never been good at running, but before I knew it I had run six miles and I wasn’t even tired! I took a minute to admire the sunrise by the beach.
I guess it was true. I met Loki and he gave me his power. Now I could do anything I want. I pulled out my phone to try out a few things.
“I’m a multi-billionaire. One of the richest men in the world.” I said out loud. After that I opened my bank app and the zeroes magically appeared. My wallet was packed with cash and new bank cards materialized.
I went back to my apartment, my mind alight with all the possibilities of what I could do with this power. First thing on the chopping block was the apartment. I made it to where I lived in a penthouse apartment with a terrace and a view of the whole city. My closet brimming with expensive clothes, and a garage full of beautiful cars. It was the life I always wanted to have, I decided to go figure out a few things. Fuck my job, I was going parading to enjoy my new everything. As I reached the lobby my new apartment complex I saw two attractive girls in their 20s coming out of the complex’s gym.
“Hey! Sorry to bother you but could you take our picture real fast? We wanna get post workout shot for Insta.” One of them asked.
“Sure.” I said lining up a shot. They were both pretty hot, and before I got my new body I’d never have had a chance, but now maybe I would.
They struck a pose and I took the picture, and handed the blonde back her phone.
“Awesome! Thank you!” She said.
“So I couldn’t help but notice the two of you checking me out…” I said. I could see by the way that the Asian girl bit her lip, and the fresh line of blush crept along the blonde’s face that my change had taken place. “And I wanted to know what the two of you were doing later?” I asked.
“Uhh…well me and Liz…” upon hearing her name the Asian girl gave a nervous wave “were gonna have a lunch date with her fiancé and my husband. I’m Taylor by the way.” She sheepishly answered.
“That sounds kinda boring. You two probably would rather come up to my penthouse and have a few drinks with me first.” I stated.
“But I shouldn’t…I’m married, and my husband…” Sarah pondered, but I could see that she did want to come with me.
“Tay, come on. We both know we want to, and besides it’s just drinks. It’s not like we’re gonna sleep with him.” Liz chided.
“Okay one drink. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sarah relented.
We went up to my penthouse and I started mixing strong drinks for myself and the girls. After a few they were both relaxed and giggly.
“So what do you girls do for a living?” I asked bringing them both a new round.
“Well I’m a lawyer and Tay’s a bank manager. We met at Harvard and were best friends ever since” Liz slurred.
“I bet you hate those jobs don’t you.” I said, stirring the pot.
“Well…now that I think about it…yeah they’re boring. This is waaay more fun. It’s only 10:30 and we’re already getting drunk” Taylor said in a foggy tone.
“Yeah I wish we could do something more fun like, all the time.” Liz added.
“Well I have a lot of power. How about I find something more fun for you two to be?” I offered. The girls both nodded enthusiastically. “Let’s see, since you’re both dumb sluts who like to be objectified…” I said starting the changes.
Before my eyes the girls began to change. Their tits began to grow, their hair shifted, and their eyes glazed over showing that their respective IQs were now much lower than their days at Harvard. This was about to get fun.
“Liz you’re now a Hooters waitress. You like working there because you love the feeling of men staring at your rack. Whenever one of your customers cops a feel it turns you on and you have to go masturbate in the bathroom. Whenever they give a big tip you flash them your tits” I stated. Immediately the changes happened, and instead of her expensive gym wear Liz was now wearing a Hooters uniform.
“Like, how did you know *giggle*” Liz said, putting her hands on her hips.
“Also you spend all of your money on pot and lingerie.” I added.
“Like what else does a girl need? *giggle* Nothing better after a shift than getting stoned and jilling off thinking about all the guys staring at my tits and grabbing my ass.” She dreamily replied.
“Tay, you’re a rockabilly cam girl who has an interest in classic cars. Once a week you come by to clean the cars in my garage in your skimpiest bikini and in payment I let you suck my dick in the backseat of my ‘69 Charger.” I stated. Taylor began to shift her reality as well.
“You know I love our arrangement, Hon. *giggle*maybe this week you can fuck me in the back your ‘73 Mustang! You know how flexible I can be.” She offered.
“You’re both my girlfriends. You’ll send me nudes all the time, and you’ll come over to fuck whenever I call. You know that I’m not exclusive, and you’re fine with it. You’re both bi now so you’ll be open to orgies and lezzing out for my entertainment.” I commanded.
“Well of course. You know how much I love eating Liz’s pussy. *giggle* just like in college.” Tay joked, as Liz blushed and giggled.
“Also break things off with your fiancé and husband.” I ordered. The girls offered no resistance.
“Like how do you want us to do it?” Liz asked.
I thought about it and came to the perfect idea. I took the girls out and took pictures of them getting tattoos, Liz getting her nipples pierced, and Tay getting a tongue stud. Then we went back to my penthouse I took video of them stripping on my coffee table, and then got pictures of Tay giving me a blowjob, me railing Liz up the ass with my new 12 inch cock, and finally the two of them making out covered in my jizz. After that Liz broke off her engagement, and Tay ask her husband for a divorce. When the perspective men asked why the girls just sent them the pictures and they got the message. I’ll need to find a way to tell Loki thanks for the powers, but for now I was just getting started.
Things certainly had changed in the past year. When the New Founding Fathers established the patriarchal order, I had to admit I was pretty skeptical at first, but after living with all of the free sex, and the body changes of their virus I was beginning to love the new way of doing things. To be honest women seemed to be enjoying it even more. There was hardly any push back after the new government took power, they’re all so dumb and horny that there couldn’t really be much pushback. Not that any man was complaining. It was my day off, so I was making some coffee and watching the news.
John was on screen with a pleased look on his face.
“Good morning. Thank you for tuning into Channel Six news, I’m your senior anchor John Fitzgerald.” He spoke before giving a grunt. After that Jen’s familiar face with a fresh layer of cum on it, popped up from under the news desk.
“*giggle* And I’m senior cocksucker Jenny Jacobs.” She said wiping her face off.
“That was a great BJ Jen, now how about you strip for the viewers while we go over today’s news.” John commanded, giving Jen a slap on the ass.
“Like O-M-G John, you know it gets me, like so wet when you spank my ass.” She said and she stood up and shed her yellow short shorts.
“Our glorious new founding fathers’ covert mission to sneak canisters of their pathogen into other countries has been a major success. Japan already shows a 90% transformation rate, and the Japanese Government has agreed to adopt the patriarchal model that we have here in our glorious country.” John triumphantly announced, as he stacked his papers. “We go live to a news broadcast from Japan announcing their cooperation.”
The screen changed over to an attractive Japanese woman sitting behind a news desk. She began to speak in a bubbly tone of voice as the subtitles stated that Japan was adopting the same system that we had in America. Men would be in charge and women would be subservient sex objects. About halfway through her read a man walked over to her desk. He began ripping her clothes off as she tried to keep reading the news eventually he began fucking her from behind the desk, and she devolved into moans and while I don’t speak Japanese, I assumed that she was begging him to fucker her harder. Eventually the feed cut and it went back to John and Jen.
“Fuck that was hawt. I wish I was in her spot *giggle*” Jen said, placing her hand down the front of her panties. “John will you please fuck my ass?”
“Folks were going to take a quick news break, and we’ll be back after these messages.” John happily responded, as he stood and unzipped his pants.
I changed the channel to something else. I stopped it when I saw an attractive woman in some lingerie. It was a propaganda show to remind women what their purpose is.
“Like hey girls. I’m Abigail Mallory. I used to be a feminist studies professor. Ugh it’s lame I know. I’m, like totes better off like this. Letting men run everything is so easy. All I have to do is look hot and I get as much cock as I want! Just remember to thank every man you come across by offering any of your dumb, slutty holes whenever they want. Being a dumb cooze is the best, fer sure. If you’re every feeling all think-y just remember to goon really hard for a few hours until you’re back to the way you’re supposed to be. ‘Kay I’m off to let a hot guy fuck me up against a wall like the little whore I am *giggle* byesies!” She explained before it ended.
Man, this new normal was awesome. As I was getting up to get more coffee I heard a knock at my door. It was my roommates sister Mary. After she got infected I starting fucking her while we were quarantined. Now she was my live in toy. She was wearing a tight revealing little outfit.
“Good morning baby. How can I serve you first today? *giggle*.” She asked, shaking her tits a little.
“Well the New Founding Fathers stated that there needs to be a breeding initiative, so I think it’s time we finally put a bun in your oven.” I said placing my hand under her mini skirt. She was already soaked at the idea.
“Like that would be so rad. Please let me have your babies!” She mewled.
Things had deteriorated. Instead of a neighborhood or two being a quarantine zone, entire cities we declared as such. Eventually we couldn’t even tell the difference. As far as we were aware there weren’t even any quarantine teams left in the city that weren’t already infected. I had been making trips outside for food runs so my roommate and his sister wouldn’t be infected. I told them to stay away from me when I got back and stayed in my room when I got back. I hadn’t noticed any changes so I guess I hadn’t been infected…yet.
I turned it to the news. Crazy as it sounds there was something almost comforting about seeing John and Jen on the screen. It was always bad news, but seeing that they hadn’t been affected yet showed that maybe there was a way to stave of the pathogen.
“In other news the Pentagon has reported that the domestic terror group known as the Sons of Eden have claimed responsibility for the outbreak using a man made pathogen. The gas bombs reported last month were theirs, and senior government officials report that where the bombs were previously declared as defective, may actually have been a delayed reaction.” John reported.
“The officials at the Pentagon have also said that…hmmm…sorry folks, Bill could you slow down the teleprompter a bit? It’s going a bit fast for me.” Jen said, breaking the flow of the report. She pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to read again. “Sorry folks. We’ve been here for so long I must be getting eye strain or something. Pentagon officials have said that attempts to apprehend members of the Sons of Eden are underway but no time frame has been given as most field agents have most likely been infected.”
Day 25:
Things were getting worse all the time. I’d open the window in my room to have a smoke since I couldn’t risk going outside too much. The smell of sex was carried on the breeze and the moaning of all of the people fucking in the street was maddening and unable to be ignored. I had to watch some TV to get my mind off it. I clicked it over to the news and John and Jen were sitting in their usual spots at the desk. Jen seemed a little more bubbly than usual, but I’m sure it was nothing.
“Well folks were going to our first update from the CDC since our initial talk with Frain. We go live to her office now.” John said stacking his papers.
The screen flashed and there was Dr. Frain, but she looked very different.
“Like, hey you guys! She said in a sing-song voice.
Her tits were massive and she was wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of black panties.
“So we like had an outbreak here at the office, and we couldn’t stop it. I was like suuuuper bummed out by that because we almost had a cure or whatever, but now we’re all too stupid to remember how to make it. Then we all got horny and starting fucking, so now we like don’t care anymore!” The former doctor explained.
“My God. Ladies and gentlemen, the CDC has been compromised, and apparently no cure will be coming any time soon.” John said.
This wasn’t good.
Day 30:
Jen was standing while presenting. It looked like her shirt and jacket were straining a bit.
“So we’re gonna go to a ummm…live broadcast thingie at the White House.” She stated. She was slipping. I’m beginning to think that she might be infected.
The video feed went to the White House where Madam President was standing at the podium. She looked remarkably younger, her bust was bigger, and her hair was platinum blonde. The president was infected. Was there no end?
“Like hey America! So ummmm…I’m like super dumb now, and all I wanna do is fuck, so I’m like not gonna be President anymore. Instead my VP is gonna take care of stuff. Since he’s a man the virus thingie hasn’t made him all dumb *giggle*” she said standing aside for the new President.
“My fellow Americans, since most women have been been reduced to a lower intelligence effective immediately men will take a leadership role in society. Women will be delegated to subservient sexual roles, and when in public must service men in any fashion they choose. Furthermore they must wear revealing clothes to show their absolute willingness to serve. I don’t think I need to make pretenses anymore. I am a member of the Sons of Eden, and many more members have infiltrated the upper echelons of the government. Things are about to get a lot better my fellow men. We have returned to our proper place as the rulers of society.” The new President exclaimed.
After his grand speech he bent the former lady President over the podium and they began fucking on live television, before the feed cut back to the news station.
“Wow that’s crazy. I like can’t believe the President was a terrorist or whatever.” Jen said sounding surprised. “But I mean if it’s the law that I have to fuck whoever tells me to I’m not gonna complain *giggle*” she continued as she undressed on love TV.
“This is insane! What’s going on? Bill tell me that was a joke? I-“ John sounded outraged, before trailing off. “Fuck Jen looks hot.”
“*giggle* thanks John! That’s like so sweet!” She said blushing as she continued her undressing.
“Well I mean it’s the law, but I’m sure it will even out eventually. So until then I guess I’m gonna fuck Jen’s brains out. Signing off folks” John said flashing a wry, lustful grin.
I guess these really were the end times. This is so weird I don’t know what could possibly happen now.
The whole country had been on edge for a while. About a week ago there was some kind of terrorist attack or something at a bunch of major cities. A bunch of gas bombs or something was supposed to go off, but they turned out to be duds. We all went on with our lives since the government said there wasn’t anything to worry about, but we never knew if they were going to try again. I had gotten back from a long day at the office and just wanted to relax. I poured a scotch and turned on the TV. It was turned to the news.
“Now, in station news I have been named senior anchor here at Channel 13 news.” Said the female reporter.
“Congrats Jen, and in such a short span of time too. In my six years as anchor I don’t think I’ve seen anyone be named senior so quickly.” The male anchor responded, shuffling his papers.
“Now now, John no need for sour grapes.” She responded.
Just as the anchor shared a passive aggressive, awkward chuckle before an emergency broadcast system message began flashing on the screen. It said evidence of an airborne pathogen had been reported across numerous metropolitan areas. It said that the government had issued a shelter in place order, and that quarantine teams would be dispatched to affected areas. After it was done flashing the TV cut back to the reporters looking shocked.
“Well folks…uh…my producer is telling me that…uh…that was a real warning. Please shelter in place if you are able to, and if not please seek shelter immediately.” John said.
“Since we will be at the station…indefinitely…we will be bringing you round the clock coverage, and will give more details as we get them.” Jen grimly added.
Looks like I was going to be stuck at home for a while.
Day 2:
“Ladies and gentlemen we are joined via video chat by Dr. Dolores Frain from the CDC. Doctor can you please explain to the people at home what information the government has on this matter?” John asked, as the screen switched over to the doctor’s camera in her lab.
“Well John, all we know for sure is that an airborne pathogen has been reported in major metropolitan areas and it’s causing affected people to behave on base primal desires, but in an effort to not cause undue panic we’re being urged to keep those details brief.” She responded.
“Are there any precautions against the pathogen?” Jen chimed in.
“For now gas masks have been shown to be effective in protecting people from the mental changes, but the safest thing you can do is stay in doors and stay away from quarantine zones. Here at the CDC we have a sample of the pathogen and are running tests to see if we can develop a cure.” The doctor concluded.
Day 5:
Everyone was getting antsy. I hadn’t left the apartment and neither had my roommate, or his sister who had come for a visit right before the quarantine started. I told them that we just had to stick it out, but I didn’t know how much longer I could do it either. It felt warm in the apartment even with the AC turned low.
Day 7:
It had been a week since this started and still we had no answers from the government. The news just started to run together since that’s all they could report on. Recently they had reported that people were going against the quarantine so they could get food and supplies.
Day 8:
The news reported that they had sent a reporter out with a quarantine team to one of the zones, but she hadn’t been seen for a few days, but they finally had live feed again.
“We have just regain contact with our field reporter Katie Keller, who is live from the hot zone. Katie what’s the situation?” John asked, showing concern. The screen changed over.
“Like, hey John! So I’m in the quar…quarant…the place with the sick people and it’s like so nuts out here! People are just running around fucking *giggle* oppsie I forgot were not supposed to swear on air. People are screwing like crazy *giggle*.” The redheads reporter ditzily responded.
“Katie you’re not wearing your gas mask…my God is this how people are affected?” Jen realized.
“Ummm…yeah like that mask was like, suuuuper not comfy so I took it off. Ugh jeez my shirt feels like super tight. Hang on a sec.” Katie continued, all the while seeming unfazed by the situation around her.
She ripped her blouse open to reveal her bra, and what was weirder was her breasts seemed to be visibly growing.
“There that’s like so much better. My titties are like, so much bigger now *giggle*. O-M-G that soldier guy is so cute. I totes want to suck his co…” Katie mused before the feed was cut.
“Ladies and gentlemen we apologize for that. We have cut the feed, but will be monitoring Katie from behind the scenes to make sure she’s alright.” John said, visibly shaken.
What the fuck was going on?
Day 12:
The newscasters had Dr. Frain back on.
“Doctor we need to know how the pathogen is affecting people. Please tell us anything you can.” John pleaded.
“The pathogen starts with flu-like symptoms. Then it comes with onset weight loss, and causes a sort of fog of cognitive impairment. From there it affects the sexes differently. For men it causes muscle and penile growth along with higher levels of testosterone, and for women is causes the breasts and hair to grow at increased rates, and finally another change takes both in both sexes: increased libido and loss of inhibition.” The Doctor explained.
“Well what can we do to stop it?” Jen asked.
“At this time we don’t know. In long term field studies we have found that gas masks are not effective against the pathogen as we had previously though. We are advising people to remain in their homes unless absolutely necessary. We have lost contact with most quarantine units and infection rates have skyrocketed.” Dr. Frain concluded before signing off.
Before the anchors could speak again the screen went black and a message appeared.
‘Paradise on Earth shall be reborn. We will return to the old ways and prosperity shall reign for all Men. Women fall to your knees and rejoice that you will be returned to the station in life you were meant for.’ Then it flashed a name. Sons of Eden.
After taking down Sarah I had decided to take a few days off to relax and clear my mind for the next target. Vic and I barely left his bedroom. I felt as though I was neglecting him in my quest for revenge, but now that I had him as my partner in crime we had never been closer. After our first fuck session of the day I decided to pick my next target. I think I found the perfect one. Erica Bolton. She was a law student who wanted to get into criminal law as a prosecutor. We were friends once when we were freshmen, but once she got the chance to rush the sorority she ditched me and never looked back. It was always sad seeing a good friend turn into just another rich sorority bitch.
Vic hated her too, as a result of her narcing on one of Vic’s teammates on the baseball team and getting him stripped of his scholarship and expelled from the university. She ruined his life because he smoked one joint at a party and Erica saw it. The way I saw figured, it was time for some poetic justice.
Erica was a stickler for punctuality and had her daily routine timed down to the second, and that’s what I would use to bring about her downfall. Every day at precisely 2:15 she would go to Moody Library to study and do her course work. She would put on headphones and work until 5:00 pm on the dot. After waiting for her to slide the headphones over her ears I made my move. I hacked the Bluetooth signal and slipped in a hypnotic subliminal sound to her music. She wouldn’t even be aware of it while it redirected her brain chemistry. I made it impossible for her to focus on school work while raising her stress levels slightly every few minutes. At about 3:57 she took the headphones off and began rubbing her temples. I walked over and took a seat at her table.
“Hey Erica. Remember me? I asked.
“Oh God. Molly. Please don’t do anything to me like you did with the rest of the girls. I didn’t have any part of what they did.” She begged.
“Calm down okay. I know you didn’t do anything. We were friends once right?” I said trying to disarm her suspicions. “What’s the matter? Can’t focus on your work?”
“You DID do something didn’t you?!” She asked, reeling in shock.
“Keep your voice down. I haven’t done anything. I think the stress has just started getting to you. I just want to help you calm down.” I said, trying to sound sympathetic.
“How?” Erica asked.
“A new experiment I’ve been working on. It’s a strain of weed that give mental clarity and increases focus.” I answered. “You’ve got one of your law finals tomorrow right? I bet it would help.”
“Are you nuts?! I’m trying to be a prosecutor. I would never smoke marijuana. That stuff is for losers and burnouts. If that’s your idea of help, keep it. I’ll just study extra hard back at my dorm!” She said angrily packing her backpack and storming out.
The next day I was watching a movie with Vic, when a knock came to the door. It was Erica and she was in tears.
“Molly. I don’t know what happened. I was 15 minutes late to my final, and the professor let me take it anyway but then I completely bombed it.” She said in between sobs.
“That’s terrible. I’m sorry to hear that.” I replied.
“My professor said that he’d give me the opportunity for a retest this afternoon.” She replied, finally calming down.
“Well that’s great Erica, but why are you telling me?” I asked, already knowing where this conversation was going.
“I’m desperate to pass and I’ll do anything…even smoke that special weed you grew.” Erica said, sheepishly avoided eye contact.
“Okay well that’s all you had to say. Here I’ll hook you up.” I looked at Vic and bit my lip.
I rolled a joint with the special pot strain I had cultivated. I had only half lied to Erica about it’s effect. It would calm her nerves, but so much that she would be too stoned for higher mental thought and concentration. The more she smoked the dumber she would be. It would also cause a boost in libedo and cause body changes, namely an increase in boob growth. After she smoked she seemed very hazy, but eventually she cracked a smile.
“Woah. It totally worked Molly. I’m not stressed at all now. Thanks.” She said giving me a hug. “I’m gonna like, ace this exam.”
“I bet. Good luck Erica, not that you need it of course.” I replied.
The last thing I did before Erica left was plant a small camera on her backpack strap so I could watch the spectacular failure that was soon to follow. After I got a feed on the camera I synced it to Vic’s TV.
“Sorry I’m late prof. I really wanted to make sure I do better this time.” I heard Erica say as she entered the professor’s office.
“That’s fine Erica. I must say this behavior from you is most out of the ordinary. Are you feeling well?” The professor asked.
“Oh yeah totes. I’ve just been super stressed lately.” She replied.
“Well in any case, set your backpack on my desk and you can begin the exam at my side table there.” He responded.
After a few minutes of not writing anything I saw Erica bite her lip and stand up.
“Erica? Is there a problem?” He asked.
“Yeah prof. This test is like waaay too hard. I can’t do it.” She responded.
Erica bent over the table and hiked her dress up to reveal her panties.
“Like maybe there’s something else I could do to pass this exam. I bet that would be hard too *giggle*” Erica asked in a sultry tone.
“E-Erica! This is most inappropriate! I-I could lose my job! I…just…lock the door. Now!” The professor stammered before rising from behind his desk.
Erica complied and quickly pulled her panties to the side and let her professor slip inside. After about 15 minutes Erica climaxed as the professor came inside her and pulled out, quickly zipping his pants and straightening his suit. Erica just laid there, reeling with hazy bliss.
“That was incredible. I had no idea your cock was that big prof. *giggle*.” Erica mused laying on the table, cum trickling down the side of her inner thigh.
“Yes…well…a deal is a deal. You’ll receive an A on the exam, but this behavior can’t be repeated. I’ve got too much to lose. Clean yourself up, and actually study next time.” The professor shakily, yet sternly instructed.
“Like, yeah fer sure prof. I totes got it next time.” Erica responded.
After that the feed ended. I found myself very turned on by the display and Vic and I retreated to the bedroom. Later Erica came back to his apartment.
“Hey Molly.” She responded still dazed.
“Hi Erica. How’d your exam go?” I asked, fully aware of the answer.
“Oh it was like way too hard. But I let my professor slip me his D, and he rewarded me with an A *giggle*.” She replied looking quite pleased with herself. “Can I, like have some more of that pot? That stuff was like soooo good.”
“Sure Erica. You can have as much as you want.” I answered giving her a rather large freezer bag of the slut weed.
“That’s so rad. Thanks Molly.” Erica replied hugging the bag to her already increasing bosom.
After she left I never saw much of Erica, at least not in person. I would check into that camera feed every now and then. She had sequestered herself in her room at the sorority house and spent her days getting high, masturbating, and zoning out while watching TV. Occasionally she would bring random guys into her room, where they would get stoned and fuck Erica’s brains out, or at least what little brains that the slut weed hadn’t already erased. One day she walked in with a bag from a local head shop: Mad Hasher. She had bought a rather large bong to help with her consumption of the slut weed, which I also noticed she was almost out of.
I googled the address of the shop and went with a few seeds from the slut weed. I explained what it would do to the owner, a guy named Lance, and told him that Erica would be looking for it and would do anything to get it. When he asked what I wanted for the seeds, I smiled and told him I didn’t want anything and let him have them. I went back to my dorm and got a knock on the door not too long after. It was Erica.
“Wassup Molly. Got any more of that bomb weed?” She asked, eyes red and pupils dilated.
“Sadly I couldn’t keep growing it. The school was getting suspicious. I gave the seeds to a guy at a head shop in town though. I think it was called Mad Hasher? Anyway, maybe if you flirt with him he’ll set you up.” I explained.
“Woah like, great idea. Thanks.” She responded and went back to the sorority house.
The video feed kicked on again and Erica changed into some lingerie and rolled a blunt with the last of her slut weed, determined to go and offer any sexual favor to get more, all the while enjoying every second of it.
The uptight, punctual, bookworm was gone. Now there was only a hot stoner slut who would do anything to get more weed.
That was a few month ago. In that time I made more plots but was waiting until after the summer break was over to get my shot at the rest of the girls. I had noticed a few girls around town who looked to be experiencing the effects of the slut weed. Knowing that the only place in town that sold it was that head shop, I decided to go to the head shop to see what became of Erica. I walked in and heard a voice from behind the counter.
“Welcome to Mad Hasher. Oh hey Molly. Like, long time no see!” Erica said.
Her change was shocking. She was heavily pregnant and was just lounging around the head shop in nothing but a lingerie set.
“Erica. You look different what happened?” I asked trying to sound concerned, but realistically wanting to revel in the details of her drift into a less glamorous life.
“Oh so like, I wanted more of that weed and Lance said I’d have to have sex with him to get it, and since I smoke like, so much of it he fucks me like all the time *giggle*. Then I started getting like super horny and jilling off wasn’t getting me off anymore y’know? So Lance said he’d give me more weed if I started doing porn for one of his buddies. I let Lance keep the cash from the shoots ‘cause all I want is to get high and fuck. Since my folks cut me off and I don’t have any cash I didn’t have money for like birth control or whatever. So he like, totes knocked me up, or like, maybe it was one of the dudes I fucked during a porno shoot, no wait I bet it was one of the cops I fucked to get out of a possession charge? It’s whatever who cares y’know? *giggle*” she responded in a dreamy tone, that almost made it sound like this life was a dream come true for her.
It was poetic justice indeed that her life went up in smoke.
My shit list was growing shorter, but there was plenty more work to be done. I started going down the list. Looking at names, scratching out all my past targets, and their fates.
Ashley Westinghouse: Frat House Sex Doll
Trish Linton: Biker Fuck Meat
Sarah Sakuragi:
There was my next target. Sarah Sakuragi. She was at Baylor on a double sports scholarship. Sarah was a ruthless volleyball player and a track star too. More importantly, Sarah was a stone cold bitch, not like Ashley and Trish either. She had a mean streak in her a country mile wide and she was a notorious man-eater. I had to cook up something special for her. I had a pair of unlikely allies this time however. Vic had found some of my revenge notes. At first he was astonished, but once I explained my anger and frustration with the girls of the sorority house he came to be sympathetic, especially when he saw Sarah on my list. Vic’s best friend was a guy named Eric, a business major at Baylor, and once upon a time he dated Sarah. She broke Eric’s heart, then toyed with his emotions saying that she wanted him back, but it was all a ploy to further embarrass him in public. Vic decided he had a vested interest in bringing Sarah down, and even gave me the idea on how best to do it.
Vic brought Eric in on the plan, as we decided the he deserved the satisfaction of getting vengeance on Sarah just as much as I did. I got a ping that the Autodoc in the Sorority House had been switched on. I saw the list of changes that Sarah was trying to make. It looked like she was trying to increase her muscle mass and height for the volleyball match later this week against TCU. Once the door was locked in I remotely altered the change pattern. Instead of adding muscle, I took it away to make her thin and less athletic. Then I increased her bust size to make her a bit top heavy, and with that it would throw off her running form. The final change was a personality preset of shy/submissive. As the lasers began to make the changes we were all excited to see Sarah reduced to busty, unathletic, shrinking violet.
The volleyball match was a hilarious disaster. Without her competitive edge, Sarah was almost afraid of the ball. With her her star talent gone, it was nearly a zero game for Baylor, and Sarah was the laughing stock of the campus. Eric went to make his move as I listened on.
“E-Eric…I…I hadn’t expected to ever see you again after how I treated you” Sarah said, meeting Eric’s gaze.
“Yeah. You were a massive bitch, and you broke my heart into a million pieces.” Eric replied in a stern tone of voice.
“P-please forgive me I’m sorry!” She begged, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I might, but you’re going to need work really hard to earn my forgiveness, let alone my love.” He told her.
“I’ll do anything! Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it!” She pressed herself against Eric.
“We’ll start now. Take off your jersey and your shorts.” Eric commanded.
“B-but someone might see me a-and…” her face glowing with blush as she stammered.
“We I guess ‘anything’ doesn’t include as much as it used to.” Eric wryly stated, turning to leave.
“Wait! Wait I’m doing it!” Sarah quickly yelled, as she feverishly shed her clothing.
“That’s more like it. Your tits look bigger than when we were together. Why don’t you pull up your sports bra so I can see them a bit more.” Eric asked, backing Sarah against the wall as she sheepishly complied. “In fact why don’t you drop to your knees and suck my dick. I went down on you plenty of times, and you never reciprocated, so now you’re going to pay me back with interest.”
“Y-yeah you’re right. That seems only fair.” Sarah responded, sinking to her knees unbuckling Eric’s belt.
She furiously sucked Eric’s dick, most likely thinking the better job she did, the more he would like her. Eventually Eric grabbed a fistful of Sarah’s raven hair and pulled off, covering her face and tits with his cum.
“That was pretty good. You’re not going to wipe it off. I want you to walk into the locker room like that so all of your teammates can see it. And if they ask what happened you’re going to tell them that you’re just a dumb cooze who wanted to suck cock.” He commanded, zipping his jeans up.
“Y-yes Eric.” She responded, as she rose to her feet.
A few days after that Sarah was put on probation. Her walking into the locker room covered in jizz coupled with her abysmal performance at the volleyball match led her to being placed under review for her sports scholarship. In that time Eric took glee in humiliating Sarah whenever he had the chance, and to be frank it was great fun to watch. He had set some ground rules for her:
1. She was only allowed to wear miniskirts or super-short running shorts.
2. She was not allowed to wear a bra or panties, unless she was wearing lingerie for him.
3. All her shirts had to expose her midriff and be at least a size too small.
4. She would do any sexual act for him anytime anywhere.
5. She had to purposely give stupid answers on her class work and intentionally fail her exams.
She followed every rule religiously too. I think my favorite piece of Sarah’s humiliation was when Eric maybe her post a video of her saying ‘me so horny’ and then doing the ahegao face to all of her social media. Sarah’s following of Eric’s commands got to the point where she was kicked out of the sorority house because she was caught jilling off, or fucking Eric in various rooms of the house. The final straw was when her parents threaten to cut Sarah off financially if she lost her sports scholarship, so Eric and I made a plan to make sure it would happen.
We put Sarah in a backup Autodoc I had, since she couldn’t use the one in the sorority house anymore. I handed the remote to Eric and let him go crazy. He increased the size of tits even more, and added a lot of curves to Sarah’s previously thin frame. Then he increased her sensitivity for all of her erogenous zones and gave her a mental fixation with self stimulation. He also lightened her hair to a light brown. Finally, he gave Sarah a new personality preset: bubbly devoted bimbo, and when the changes were locked in he pressed the start button.
“Woah…I feel, like sooooo yummy *giggle*” Sarah said and she wobbled out of the Autodoc. “Mmmmm…like my titties are so big and jiggly *giggle*. Oooh they’re like super sensitive too. I just want to…” she trailed off into moaning as fondled her new rack.
“You look amazing Sarah. Like my dream girl.” Eric said smiling like he had just won the lottery.
“Awww baby that’s like so sweet.” She said, as she placed one hand done the front of her panties. “I’m like so horny.”
“Well maybe you and Eric can do something about that later, but first you need to go to your hearing about your scholarship.” I chimed in.
“Ugh but I like don’t wanna play sports or do college stuff anymore.” Sarah whined, with her new idiotic inflection.
“Well the why don’t you go tell them that, so they know you don’t want to yet.” Eric suggested.
“Like yeah! That’s a great idea. You’re so smart babe.” She agreed, kissing his cheek.
“But you have to wear something super revealing when you talk to them so they really get the message.” Eric continued.
“Fer sure! Just like the rules you make me follow. I’ll pick out the best outfit! Oh before go can I, like suck your dick? I totes want you to glaze my hawt new tits.” She begged, pushing her new rack together either her arms.
After letting Sarah take care of Eric, he and I went to the hearing ahead of Her to wait for the show to start. The panel of academic advisers looked very annoyed when Sarah was 10 minutes late, but annoyance gave way to shock when the doors opened and Sarah walked in.
“Like sorry I’m late. I sucked my boyfriend’s dick and then I got so horny that I just like completely gooned out for a while *giggle*.” She said walking up to her chair.
She was dressed in a mini-skirt, high heels, and a bright polka dot bikini top that barely covered anything.
“Ms. Sakuragi this is most inappropriate! Your language and style of dress is completely out of order for these proceedings!” The chairman said, dumbfounded.
“But I just wanted to show of my hot new bod. I mean look at these huge mommy milkers *giggle*!” She replied, pulling off the top and shaking her ample bust.
“Miss please cover yourself and sit down!” He roared banging the gavel.
“Okay.” She bent over to grab the top, and the gasp from the panel signaled that the just noticed Sarah’s lack of underwear.
“This is infuriating! Young lady, do you realize that we are about to strip your full ride sports scholarship from you? Do you even care?!” The chairman furiously asked.
“*giggle*Like not at all! I don’t want to play stupid sports or go to those boring classes anymore. I’m just a dumb cooze want to, like suck off my boyfriend or take his cock up my ass. I quit!” She replied sounding quite happy at the prospect of her college career, chance at major league sports and any other facet of her old life going up in flames.
She stood up and sauntered out of the hearing. The panel of advisers was left speechless, as they eventually came back to their senses they concluded that Sarah’s scholarship was revoked, and she was expelled from Baylor. She moved in with Eric and just contended herself with being domestic for him. She would clean house and cook. Occasionally they would join us for a double date, she would tell us how she was doing with the side job she had gotten at a local gentleman’s club as stripper and nude hostess. Vic told me afterwards that he had never seen Eric so happy. When we got home Vic asked who was next on the list. I had never been more in love with him or wanted him to fuck me harder than I did at this moment.
(This is part two of my Sorority Revenge serial. Part one can be found here)
The second target on my shit list from the sorority was Trish Linton. She was a freshman, but to see her walk around and deal with her attitude, you’d think she ran the university. Ashley viewed her as something of a protégée, and that was enough for me to want her out of the picture. I had to rework my approach, because the girls at the sorority house knew what happened to Ashley, and hadn’t used the Autodoc out of fear that it would do the same to them. So I built a new little invention. I was able to scale down the sub-dermal laser tech that powered the Autodoc into a portable version that could fit into a backpack. All I would need to have it work would be an enclosed space for the laser imaging to bounce off of. Now I just had to bide my time, and wait to get Trish just where I wanted her.
I knew Trish had a freshman bio class in the Baylor Science Building that day so I grabbed a coffee and waited. While I waited I thought about how to change Trish for the ultimate poetic justice. Her dad was a rich televangelist that paid an arm and a leg to Baylor to let her go here despite her abysmal test scores and high school grades. I think I had an angle in mind already.
I saw Trish walk into the BSB and head towards the elevator. And I followed her in, hitting the close button behind me. She turned around and we locked eyes.
“Ugh. Get away from me, psycho! I don’t know what the fuck you did to Ashley with that box thing, but I’m not gonna let you do it to me!” Trish said backing into a corner.
“You sound scared. You should be. I’m gonna do exactly what I did to that bitch. Maybe worse.” I replied, attaching the Autodoc module to the ceiling of the elevator.
“Please, Molly! Don’t. We made you hot, and this isn’t much of a thank you!” She begged. She started to sink into the corner.
“No, you treated me like a toy. I’ve had enough of you, that bitch Ashley, and all the other stuck up trust-fund-skanks in the sorority house stepping on whoever you feel like and treating it like a joke, so now I’m going to make sure that you suffer, and love every minute of it!” I yelled pressing the emergency stop button on the elevator.
The Autodoc switched on and the lasers targeted Trish and in a flash the process was done. Trish opened her eyes and looked in the mirrored walls to see what I had changed, but she didn’t notice anything.
“T-that’s it? W-what did you do?” She shakily asked.
“I gave you a good scare. You’ll be fine. Just try to be a bit nicer to people in the future, ‘Kay?” I said as packed up the Autodoc. I hit the restart button and the elevator began to move again. The doors opened and Trish rushed out.
“T-thank you.” She said wiping away tears and walking off.
I smiled. What Trish didn’t know is that I had changed her, but It would be a delayed change so I could watch the process unfold slowly. I had decided that Trish was in desperate need of a rebel phase. Her brain chemistry would change making her enjoy being objectified, feel desperate to act out, and she would now think of me as one of her best friends. This was gonna be fun.
One week later…
I heard a knock on my dorm door, and I wasn’t ready for what was on the other side.
“Hey Molls. What’s up?” Trish said walking in.
“Trish? You look a little different.” I said, pretending I didn’t know what was going on.
“Yeah it’s kickass right? After that day at the BSB I decided I needed to make a change. I got rid of all of the prissy shit in closet, and I bought a whole new wardrobe. I totes went with a new aesthetic: black and slutty.” She said sitting on my couch. I’m also super into doom metal now, like I never liked it before, but it’s all I can listen to now. And the weird part is when I listen to it, I get like so fucking horny! Like for real I basically done nothing but Jill off while watching porn and listening to Motörhead for the last two days.” Trish continued.
“Wow sounds like you’ve got a whole new lease on life.” I said. I was in awe of the transformation. I had no idea it would work this well so quickly.
“Yeah I know right! It’s fucking awesome. So anyway, I’ve got this freshly minted fake I.D., and I wanted to see if you wanted to go get fucked up? There’s a metal band playing a Truelove tonight and I felt like maybe you’d want to go?” She asked.
“Uh…you know what? That sounds awesome.” I decided that I should take advantage of that “friendship” that I implanted in Trish’s mind. I mean, even my real friends never asked to go to a bar and listen to a band. This might be fun.
The bar was packed and I could barely hear myself think with the noise of the doom metal band that Trish wanted to see. It really wasn’t my kind of music, but it was nice that she was enjoying it. I scanned the crowd for Trish. I saw her flirting with guys left and right. She made trips out the back door of the bar with at least 7 guys over the course of an hour, or that was the count I was paying attention for. Eventually I saw her come back in after a guy, lacing up the leather pants she was wearing. She walked over to the bar and ordered a round of shots for us.
“You’ve been busy” I said taking the tequila shot she put in front of me.
“For sure! I mean there are, like so many hot guys here. They all stare at my tits and tell me what a hot slam piece I would be, and like I can’t help myself! I just want them to like fuck my brains out *giggle*.” Trish responded taking her shot.
After getting hammered Trish had one last drunken fling with some random guy. After last call we drunkenly walked down the street trying to get back to campus when Trish saw a tattoo parlor and demanded that we stop so she could get some ink. I gleefully encouraged her to do it knowing it would only sweeten the experience of corrupting this formerly righteous daddy’s girl. Trish threw her dad’s credit card in the counter and asked for “the works”, and she didn’t stop at tattoos either. She got a lot of piercings too in both her nipples, her bellybutton, her lip, and even a clit piercing. The cherry on top was the final tattoo she asked for. A pentagram on her ass cheek, which she said was the final insult to her dad.
After that night Trish would come over all the time since she now thought I was her BFF, but I didn’t see her around the campus much. Once her dad saw how she had changed he completely disowned her, probably because she was bad for his image more than actual concern for her. My phone buzzed with a text from Trish’s was pitch black now. She looked like a completely different person from the basic bitch sorority girl she was two weeks ago.
Trish: heyyyy I’m going to a party with one of the guys from the bar the other night. Does this outfit say “please hold me down and fuck my ass” lol
Me: Totally! Who’s the lucky guy?
Trish: This hunky biker dude. After I sucked him off behind Truelove he asked me if I wanted to go meet some of his friends. Gawd I’d be so down for a gangbang!
Me: Have fun.
Trish: Thanks for being such a supportive friend Molls!
The next day she texted me back asking if we could go get coffee so she could tell me all about her wild night. The guy was apparently a member of the Grizzlies MC, a local biker gang that had a clubhouse in an abandoned church not too far from campus. Why they hadn’t been shut down yet was anyone’s guess. She ended the visit telling me I should come check it out sometime, and I told her I would.
I walked into the church and it was full of burly bikers and scantily clad women. In the back Trish was with one of the bikers. He was fucking her against a wall, with her legs wrapped around his waist, moaning loudly. After he finished he let her down and she slid onto the floor looking content. I walked over to talk to her.
“Like, hey Molls. I’ll be good in a minute. I get so cum drunk after I fuck *giggle*.” Trish said gasping on the floor. She was a breathless mess, but she looked really happy about it.
“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re liking it here.” I said helping her to her feet.
“It’s, like so great Molls. I’m ‘club meat’ so that means that I get to do whatever the members tell me to, but usually I just give them blowjobs or let them fuck me whenever they say so *giggle* I love being bossed around. It makes me, like super wet.” She said. Pulling her shorts up. “We’re also, like waitresses and strippers and stuff too. It so much fun!”
“Wow. It sounds like you’ve got everything you could want.” I responded.
“There’s more. I’m, like totally preggers!” Trish said, giddily jumping up and down. “I just found out!”
“That’s great Trish! Who’s the father?” I asked.
“I don’t know! I’ve fucked every member, like a billion times, so I have like, no clue who it is.” She answered, sounding surprisingly proud of that fact. “Thanks so much for supporting me all the time Molls. I’m so glad I, like found the real me!”
I wished Trish lots of luck with her new life and took my leave. Another sorority sister’s life was ruined, and I was another step closer to my revenge. I’d be lying if I said that vengeance wasn’t a little bit sweet. Now to pick my next target from that house, and I already had someone in mind.
Day Zero: Hey guys! My name is Ashley, and I’m starting this blog because I’m going to start going to the gym soon. I’m not that out of shape, but I decided it would be nice to tone up a bit since summer is starting soon. Just get rid of a little pudge from winter y’know? Maybe I’ll even meet someone special with my new bod. I’m gonna do a 30 day diet and exercise challenge don’t worry I’m not going to post every single day, but every couple of days just so I can give a show of my progress. This is gonna rock!
Day Three: Jeez! This whole working out thing is so much harder than I bargained for. I’m sore all over and I miss junk food, eating salad all the time is already lame, but I’m gonna keep with it. I can’t give up after only the third day.
Day Five: Week one is done! I was almost ready to quit after day #4, but there was this guy at the gym who was in really good shape and he offered me some encouragement to finish out my workout and some advice to help me get the most out of my workouts. He was there again today and it was nice to have some help with my sets. His name is Josh and he’s been going to this gym for a while and he said he likes helping out the newbies. He gave me a bottle of vitamins from a company that he buys from and said it would really help me out. It was the male formula, but I mean it’s not like it’s gonna hurt me. They’re just vitamins right?
Day Eight: I got a really killer workout in today. Ever since I’ve been taking those vitamins that Josh gave me I’ve had so much energy and getting through the workouts hasn’t been so hard. I also met a few of Josh’s buddies and they’ve started working out with us too. They’re a great group of dudes and are super encouraging. I’m also feeling more competitive, I guess you could say. Like the guys are challenging me to do better. I’m actually starting to like going to the gym.
Day 10: I’ve kinda been dragging lately even with those pills. I told the guys and they started grilling me about my diet and I told them what I’ve been eating, and they told me everything I was eating wasn’t good fuel for weight loss and I wasn’t getting the energy I needed to keep killing it at the gym. The advise that I start eating more meat, and Josh recommended that I get some whey protein from the company that makes the vitamins. If it works like those I’d say it would be worth it.
Day 12: Hell yeah! I just finished week two and I look amazing! My stomach is flat and I’ve got ab definition. The hard work at the gym has definitely been paying off. That being said I’ve been feeling really hot and tense lately just kind of…pent up. The guys told me that I might want to get laid or masturbate just to let some steam off. Normally I’d be kind a pissed if a guy told me that, but I have been feeling hornier than normal lately, seeing people check me out and tell me how hot they think I am really gets me going I guess, and all of their other advice has helped so far. When I got home from the gym I decided to watch some porn to get me in the mood, which was weird because before I started going to the gym I never like porn. I thought it was degrading, but for whatever reason watching it now was making me soak my panties. It felt great jilling off, but once I put on some girl on girl porn and that really helped me get the big O.
Day 13: it was one of my rest days, so I decided to take it easy. I popped one of my vitamins like I do every morning. The initial dose that Josh gave me was gone. I bought more, and yeah I could have bought the female formula, but I kept with the male version. I’m pretty sure it was stronger and if it works why change? I went to the café by my apartment to grab some coffee while I was out for some errands. There was a seriously hot chick working the counter. I could see her checking me out so I flexed a little without being too obvious. She was blushing and giggling, so I decided to ask for her number, and she gave it to me! I’ve never hit on a chick before, for that matter I never really thought I was into girls but it felt so right, and I couldn’t help staring at her rack, fantasizing about what she was like in bed. Oh yeah I’m definitely enjoying the perks of my new physique.
Day 19: The guys sent me a workout playlist on Spotify. At first I didn’t like it. It was heavy metal, but I found that it but me in the right headspace for the workout. After a while I started to dig it and I’ve been jamming to it all the time even when I jill off. The guys are really awesome and I feel like I owe them big time for helping me get everything out of the gym. I need to think of a way to thank them.
Day 23: I’m starting to get pretty shredded. I’ve been hanging out with the guys a lot more too. We go out drinking on the weekends and get hammered, sometimes we go catch a game at Hooters. To thank Josh and the Bros for helping me make it this far I’ve been taking care of them all the time. To help them relieve stress after a long workout I’ll let them take turns fucking me, whenever we watch a football game I’ll usually give them all blowjobs during halftime. This one time I bet my ass that the Cowboys would win, and of course they lost, but Josh’s cock felt so good in my ass! The guys have been pretty supportive of me lezzing out too, especially since I share all the details and videos of my escapades to our group chat.
Day 26: I still have an off and on thing with Dinah, the hottie from the coffee shop. Anyway she’s been coming to the gym with me the last few days. I got her a bottle of the chick formula vitamins and she’s not building a lot of muscle but she’s looking really good, especially her ass. I think her rack has been getting bigger but that’s a plus for me! I’ve found that I have a thing for babes with big tits. She’s also been listening to my workout playlist. She’s so submissive lately, and there’s nothing better than when she got her head buried in my snatch. It’s so awesome having her there as my little gym bunny, and when I flex she turns into a blushing mess. I gotta go. Got a date with Dinah and she’s bringing a friend. If I’m lucky we can convince her to join us for a three way.
Day 30: The challenge is over and I’m jacked! This was the best decision I’ve made in my whole life. I’m in terrific shape, I’ve made awesome new friends, I’ve got a hot as fuck girlfriend, who’s cool with me having a few side chicks. Looking back on my old posts it’s weird how much I’ve changed. I’m just like one of the guys now, and I love it. I couldn’t imagine hanging out with the prissy girly-girls I used to, some of them were pretty hot though, so maybe I’ll call them up sometime. Me and the boys are going to a strip club tonight to celebrate my progress. I should take Dinah. It would be hot if one of the strippers would make out with her while me and the guys watch! The boys will probably want to pregame with a gang bang, but that’ll be good cardio so I’m totally looking forward to it! Anyway, signing off.
I hadn’t been on the force long. Only about six months, but I was eager to prove myself. No one thought of me with much respect, but I just knew if I could crack a big case I would make detective in no time. In the department the only thing we had of consequence was a heap of missing persons cases. Girls from all over Fort Worth had gone missing, and no one could find any leads on who had taken them or why. It was down to me to solve it since no one knew or cared to track them down. I decided to check the evidence we did have for the case. Mostly it was eye witness from older men and frat boys who had sworn that they had seen some of the missing girls performing at a various strip clubs around the city. I did my best to try and stake out a few of the clubs. After a couple of weeks I had compiled a few photos of some of the girls walking into strip clubs. They looked different. They had hourglass curves and were wearing very revealing clothes. Whoever had abducted the girls must have subjected them to some kind of plastic surgery or body modification, and possibly some kind of brainwashing. I decided it was time to act. I got out of my squad car and walked towards the club. I couldn’t go in the front door. If whoever had taken the girls saw me, they might shut the place down and take the girls somewhere else. I had to be sneaky. I walked down a side ally and found the back door to the club. A few of the girls were out back having a smoke break.
I saw a few of the girls go back inside. They were dressed in lingerie and other skimpy outfits. If I walked in in my uniform I’d be spotted for sure. When I made sure no one else was around I stripped down to my underwear and walked through the door. I had to be careful not to blow my cover if I wanted to save the girls. As I walked around back stage I saw a few of them talking and giggling around a mirror.
“Yeah, so like, Chase asked me to work the back room tonight! I’m like totes excited!” Exclaimed the redhead.
“Like O-M-G! I’m totes jealous. I’ve been wanting to work that for, like ever!” A blonde girl chimed in, fixing her makeup.
“*giggle* Yeah it’s gonna be so cool!” The first girl responded getting up.
Excited? This brain washing must’ve been strong. I walked over to the table to listen more but another girl saw me walk by.
“*giggle* you must be new here.” She said.
“What gave me away.” I said, trying to play along.
“Your clothes for one. That’s not sexy at all. Here let me pick something for you. You’re, like not gonna get any tips in that.” She said, leading me to a dresser. “Here you’re gonna look so hawt in this!”
She picked out a black lingerie set for me. It was revealing and it made me feel…exposed. I never liked the thought of being looked down upon as a sex object, but I didn’t really have a choice. I had to maintain my cover.
“So, like my name’s Misty, the blonde over there is Sadie, and the redhead is Belle. Like what’s your name?” She asked.
“Ummm…it’s Roxy.” I lied. “Yeah this is my first night.”
“Oh that’s awesomesauce! I remember my first night. It was right after I dropped out of college. I thought this was way more fun! Ooh ooh! You, like have to do the first night ritual with us!” Misty said, jumping up from her chair.
The girls blindfolded me and made me take a bunch of shots of some kind of super sweet liquor. It kinda reminded me of strawberries. It was also working super fast I felt drunk almost immediately, but I had to remember why I was here. I had to save the girls.
“Okay now walk through here. Once you get to the end of the tunnel you’re gonna hear music. Just let yourself go, and let it move you. It’s gonna be totes fun! We promise!” Sadie squealed.
I was walking and I felt something as I walked. Like ummm…mist or something. It smelled good kinda like perfume, and it was making my head spin. I was so distracted and my brain was fuzzy. I, like couldn’t ever remember why I was here. Was my chest heavier? Had my tits gotten bigger, no wait that’s impossible right? I grabbed them just to make sure. Mmmmm….oh fuck they never used to be this sensitive, and they were totes growing. The fabric of bralet was starting to get tight. What was I supposed to be doing here? Something about dancing? I took my blindfold off and I was standing on a stage.
A bunch of guys were all staring and cheering. Then some music started. It was, like super poppy. The beat was in my head, and it felt good. I started to dance, and the more I did, the happier I felt. I grabbed the pole on the stage and did a spin, and a bunch of the guys started to whistle. The bralet I was wear was kinda tight and uncomfy so I took it off. I feel like I shouldn’t let a bunch of strange guys look at my titties, but they started to cheer and throw money, so I figured it must’ve been okay. After the song was over I went back behind stage. The girls were so happy and they said I did a good job. Then there was a guy back there too, and he was kinda hawt.
“I don’t remember hiring you. I’m Chase, and you are?” He asked walking over to me.
“It’s ummmm…Roxy.” I told him. At least, I think that’s what my name was.
“Well, that was a hell of a dance. Why don’t you come to my office and we can talk about actually hiring you…” he said reaching out his hand.
*later*
So after I went into Chase’s office he hired me on as stripper, but he said that I had, like a lot of potential to become a top class whore! He said that he would need to see my skills though, so I, like started to suck his dick, but before I could finish he bent me over his desk and totes fucked my brains out! After he filled me up with his jizz he smiled and said that I could be his number 1 girl. *giggle* this was gonna be fun.
“I think you should join Belle in high roller suite tonight.” Chase said zipping up his pants.
“Really! You think I’m, like ready?!” I said bouncing up and down.
“Yeah. A fine piece of ass like you is gonna make me loads of cash.” He said. “I hope you’re ready. You’re gonna have to service a lot of guys, and I expect you to give them whatever they want.”
“I’m, like so down! I do whatever it takes! I realllly like sucking cock, and fucking *giggle* Gawd do you think they make me lez out with Belle? I’m so excited sir!” I said putting my bralet back on.
“Good now go out there and be the best whore you can be.” Chase said, pulling a shiny object out of his pocket.
“Like what’s that babe?” I asked.
“Oh nothing. A badge. A trophy from someone who tried to meddle in my business.” He said. Then he slapped my ass and told me to get to work. He was so hawt.
“Hey there boys. I’m Roxy, and I’m gonna be taking care of you tonight.” I said walking into the high roller suite. “*giggle* So, who wants to fuck my ass first?”
This club is great. I hope I get to stay here forever!
(This story may or may not turn into a new serial, but the story was inspired by an idea from my good friend @ab1nsur)
Paying for grad school wasn’t easy. My family didn’t have much money, and we barely managed to afford my bachelors degree. I wanted my masters, and eventually a doctorate some day. I kept my student loans from overwhelming me by doing term papers for people, finishing assignments, a few honest tutoring sessions, and also by creating inventions. Last week I created a special kind of cooling system for some frat guys. It could’ve been used for any number of scientific breakthroughs, but they just wanted their beer kegs to stay the perfect temperature. It didn’t bother me much, their money was green and the check cleared. Now I had something on the hook that was going to keep me flush with cash for the rest of my collegiate career. I called it an Autodoc, it was a machine that could perform subdurmal laser surgery and change a person’s whole appearance in seconds with no damage to them. It was paid for by a sorority house, and all the rich sisters chipped in. I think they just mean to use it to keep themselves thin, or get a bigger bust for their meat head boyfriends. I packed it up and brought it to their house.
“Here you go Ashley. As promised one Autodoc and an instruction manual. Do you have the money?” I asked, prepping the machine.
“Yeah. My daddy’s bank is ready to do the transfer once we have proof that it works.” She said, filing her nails.
“Oh it works. I have some test charts that you can look at that will…” I explained before being cut off.
“Ummmm…no? I’m not reading all that nerd crap. I want a test right now, and I think you’ll do!” She yelled, pushing me into the Autodoc and closing the door.
“Ashley! Don’t! You don’t know how this thing works!” I yelled, banging on the glass. I saw Ashley grab the remote.
“You’re so plain. Why don’t we doll you up some? Make you pretty for all the boys. Maybe if you got laid more often you’d stop being such a geek.” Ashley said randomly adjusting settings and pressing buttons. “You’re def gonna need a new rack, and a nice ass. I’m also gonna make you a slut, hope you have fun being horny all the time!” She began to cackle. I was scared of what I was going to be like after this.
There was a bright flash and I walked out of the machine. My chest felt heavy. I looked down and my boobs were giant and my waist had an hourglass shape. In a mirror I could see a little bit of muscle definition, and I was…taller. My head didn’t feel any different. I could still remember equations and formulae. I guess Ashley didn’t decrease my intelligence at all, maybe she couldn’t figure out how, small blessings I guess.
“You! I can’t believe you…! What if you had killed me!” I screamed and stomped my foot. My new bust jiggled, I forgot I wasn’t wearing a bra under my sweater, I never really needed to before, but now I guess I would have to go buy a few.
“Well I didn’t. And you’re hot now, so I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thanks for making me a hot slam piece, Ashley’.” she said, as she began texting away on her phone.
“No the words I’m looking for are ‘where’s my money you stuck up skank’?” I said, leaning over to Ashley. I was taller than her now, and I could see that she was a little bit intimidated.
“Ugh…get out of my face bitch. There it’s transferred. You’re welcome, now leave I want to use that thing to shed a few pounds before I go over to my boyfriend’s place.” She said pushing past me.
I opened the bank app on my phone and I was in awe. I had never seen so many zeros next to a dollar sign before. I went back to my apartment and looked at myself in the mirror. It was strange. I didn’t look the same. I still felt like me, but there was a stranger looking back at me in the mirror. After a minute I felt hot, and really horny. I took off my clothes and began to masturbate just to relieve the overwhelming desire I was feeling. The orgasm that followed was unbelievable. I had never cum that hard before. I tried to find some clothes in my closet that fit me better, but I couldn’t. It was all a little small and a little tight. I was gonna have to go shopping.
Before I could grab my keys I felt the insatiable lust wash over me again. Again? It had only been 20 mins since I took care of myself. Ashley must have redirected my brain chemistry and made me a nymphomaniac. I didn’t even know the Autodoc could do that! This was a problem that I was going to have to figure out….later, right now I needed to Jill off.
After taking care of myself (again) I went to the mall to buy some new clothes, but I found myself drawn to the Victoria’s Secret. I mean if I was going to have to start wearing bras, they might as well look good right? And it’s not like I couldn’t afford it after my payday from the trust fund brats at the sorority. After buying enough to keep me stocked I also bought some new panties. A lot of thongs and g-strings, I figured I might as well take a walk on the wild side for once. I bought some new clothes, all a bit more revealing that what was in my closet, but I was treating myself, and it felt good. While I was on my shopping spree I stopped in at the Spencer’s. I had never perused the adult section that much but I figured with my new…condition I could use something to help fulfill my needs. I bought the biggest vibrator I could find, as well as a few other toys, and decided I needed to get home. I was getting really horny and I could barely focus.
*later*
I had thoroughly broken in my new toy, and gone through about 4 sets of batteries. All the orgasms and racy thoughts had left me a breathless, horny mess. If this was gonna be my life it was going to be difficult to focus on my graduate work. I had to get revenge on Ashly and her bitchy cronies. I just couldn’t think of how. Unless…I could take everything away from them. I’d start with Ashley. I could take away her boyfriend that she was so proud of. He was too good for her anyway. His name was Vic, and he was actually a nice guy. He was on the university’s baseball team, but he was also a drama major. I also had a huge crush on him, and always thought he was kind of cute. I could seduce him away from Ashley, and satisfy my needs at the same time. I fished out the black lingerie set I had bought earlier.
Yeah this was going to be all too easy. Once he saw me he wouldn’t be able to resist. I put on a pair of heels and the new coat I had bought and headed to his dorm.
“Hey Vic. I heard you needed some tutoring” I said lingering in his door way.
“Uhhh…yeah I…Molly? You look hot..I mean different. But yeah my science courses are kicking my ass.” He stammered as he invited me in. He was so hot.
“Oh that’s my strong suit. How about we start with anatomy and work our way to chemistry *giggle*” I leaned in, and opened my coat.
“Whoa…I…I’m with Ashley, and I shouldn’t…” he said glaring. I put a finger on his lips.
“Vic, baby. Is she built like me? I mean besides she’s just using you for arm candy. I care about you and your interests. You were really good in The Crucible last semester by the way.” I said kissing his neck.
“You think so? Wait you saw that? Ash didn’t even come. She thought it was boring.” He said pulling me away and looking in my eyes. God he was handsome, and just thinking about what I wanted him to do to me was soaking my panties.
“I do. I’ve seen all the plays you were in. I have a thing for actors *giggle*. Also could she take care of you like I can?” I asked, reaching into his jeans. Holy shit, his cock was huge.
“Ohhh…not really. She’s never even offered to blow me. She doesn’t really think about what I want at all.” He was losing himself to me.
“Why don’t we do something about that.” I said as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.
*3 days later*
I had been staying with Vic for a while. He took me to dinner after I finished the bj I gave him. He was actually a great guy and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t falling for him. What started as revenge turned into a relationship. He was kind and he cared about me, and I cared about him too. I told him what Ashley did to me and he agreed to help. He began to text her.
Him: hey it’s over. We’re through.
Ash: OMG WUT! WHY?!
Him: because you don’t care about me or the things I like. It’s all about you, you, you.
Ash: FUCK YOU! YOU SHOULD BE KISSING THE GROUND I WALK ON YOU FUCKING LOSER!!!!
Him: nope. You’re not as hot as you think you are and you’re terrible in bed. I found someone way hotter
Ash: WHO?!!!
Him:
Him: me bitch. Thanks for making me a hot slam piece, Ashley. Vic really appreciates it <3 -Molly.
After that Vic blocked her number and we went back to having fun. I hope I wasn’t wearing Vic out, seeing as how we were fucking 9 or 10 times a day. I still wasn’t done with Ashley. Getting Vic was step one, now to take her down permanently. Using my computer skills I wiped out her dad’s bank account and ping ponged it between a few overseas accounts so it couldn’t be traced to me, and I made it look like Ashley had done it. Without her daddy’s money she was powerless. I had never used my skills like this before, but I had to say being devious was a little bit of a thrill. I snuck into the sorority house and put a subroutine into the control on the Autodoc, so I could control it remotely. Then I waited for Ashley to get in.
First thing I did was go to work on her brain like she did with me. Gave her nymphomania, a few self worth issues so that she would seek sex to find validation, exhibitionism, a submissive streak, and I also lowered her IQ by a lot. Then I induced a fugue state so that she wouldn’t remember anything about herself or who she was before. When she stepped out of the Autodoc, the manipulative ice queen was gone, and instead a wanton sex kitten came out.
“Where am I. Who are you?” She asked. The fugue had taken hold.
“I’m your friend Molly. Your name is Ashley. You’re the house bitch for the Delta Psi house.” I chuckled. With the fugue I could tell her she was anyone and it would take hold almost immediately.
“Like, what’s a house bitch?” She asked rubbing her head.
“It’s basically a live in maid and sex object. You fuck all the guys in the frat whenever and however they want, you do the cleaning, the cooking, all their laundry, and when they have parties you act as a stripper and naked bartender.” I said making all of it up as I went along.
“Oh…that sounds like fun. Can you like, show me where it is? I can’t remember.” She asked.
“Sure I can! But first we have to get you changed. House bitches only wear lingerie or other slutty clothes.” I said.
“Oh yeah…like of course” she said, trying to go along with everything I was saying.
I walked her to the frat who I sold the cooling system to and explained that Ashley was going to be staying with them and everything that she would be willing to do for them. They were all too happy to agree. I bid Ashley farewell and told her to be the best house bitch she could.
*months later*
Ashley had taken to her new role as house bitch very quickly. I would drop in from time to time under the auspices of being her friend, but it was really to watch her in such a low position and enjoy the fact that I had put her there. Sometimes she would be in the middle of a gangbang when I came over, or sucking some frat boy’s cock, or at parties where she would be wearing nothing but a smile, constantly dripping with and covered in cum. The best part of her new life is that she enjoyed it. I was happy with a Vic. Living with someone who could satisfy my sexual urges at a moments notice helped even out my nymphomania so I could focus on my school work. Life was good, but it could be better. I still had a whole sorority house of girls that I needed revenge on and I was going to start making my list so I could pick my next target…
It had been a rough semester, and that especially sucked since it had only just started. One of my sorority sisters convinced me to got out for drinks after my last class. The True Love Bar was packed, which was weird because it was still early. My friend, Sarah had been acting weird lately. She had been missing class, not turning in assignments, and drinking a lot more than usual. I asked her what was up and she said that she was just cutting loose. She had been dating a new guy, a drummer in a rock band from Austin. I didn’t think too much of it, I mean she was still young and was just having some fun.
“Hey there doll.” A voice said from the bar.
He was a young dude. He was kinda cute I guess, but he was dressed like it was the 70s and his hair was combed into a quiff. He was making eyes at me.
“Hi.” I responded breaking away from his gaze.
“What’re you drinking? Next one’s on me.” He said, trying to turn on the charm.
“Yeah a shot of fireball.” I responded.
“A shot of fireball for the lady, and I’ll have another old fashioned.” He asked the bartender, still leering at me. An old fashioned? Could this guy be any more of a posuer?
The crowd started to cheer as the band members got on stage. The guy at the bar slugged down his drink and got up.
“Excuse me, darlin’. I gotta go do a thing real fast. I’m John, by the way.” He said winking as he went by. He climbed on stage a put a guitar over his shoulders.
I wasn’t ready for the sound that these guys put out. The rolling bass, the booming drums, and the wail of the guitar. It was amazing. It was getting in my head. I couldn’t tell if it was the lights or the drinks but the guitar player looked so…sexy.
“There’s all sorts of shapes, that I bet you can make,When you want to escape say the word, Well, I know that getting you alone isn’t easy to do, With the exception of you I dislike everyone in the room, And I don’t wanna lie, but I don’t wanna tell you the truth, Get the sense that you’re on the move, And you’ll probably be leaving soon, so I’m telling you, Stop the world, ‘cause I wanna, get out with you” He sang. He was looking at me when he was playing. Out of every girl in the crowd and he was looking right at me. I hated to admit it, but he was turning me on. I kept drinking and listening to their songs eventually the show was over and the band came back to the bar.
“Well, sweetheart. Did you like the show?” He asked sitting down.
“It wuz like, sooo’good. You’re cute when you play *giggle*” I slurred. I was drunk, but I felt different. Like my eyes had been opened.
“We’re going to have a few more drinks at our hotel room. Why don’t you come with us.” He leaned in. Hell yeah! I had a chance to get with him.
“Yeah, Katie! You should totes come with us!” Sarah said hanging off the arm of her drummer boyfriend.
We went back to a hotel and went up to the band’s room. We kept drinking, and eventually the bassist pulled out a sheet of acid that he had been saving. I was a little nervous because I hadn’t ever done any drugs before.
“Come on baby. Live a little. This stuff’s special. You do some of this, and your life will never be the same.” John said. I just wanted him to like me, so I took it.
I felt like I was changing. I felt amazing, like I was floating on air. I felt like all of my thoughts and worries were far off. I couldn’t focus but I didn’t really want to. Eventually I saw Sarah giving the drummer a bj, and it made me horny. I had sex with John and it was so good that I lost track of the time. I wandered into the bathroom and I was shocked. I looked completely different in the mirror.
“You’re looking good, darlin’” Johnny said walking up behind me.
“You think so?!” I asked turning around.
“I do. I think I’ll want you to stick around as my muse.” He said pulling me in for a kiss.
“I’ve never been a muse before *giggle* like what’ll I have to do?” I asked.
“Look pretty, inspire me to write, and just enjoy the rock and roll life.” He told me.
“I think I can do that!” I said wrapping my arms around him.
*later*
I had been on the road with my new beau for a while and the music was better than it ever had been before! Me and Sarah dropped out of college to focus on being there for the band. My parents were pissed that I ran off to be a “glorified groupie”, but I don’t really care what they think. All of the drugs and booze were fun, and it was nice not having to worry about finals and term papers or any of that lame stuff! The band was getting ready for the encore so me and Sarah decided to give them some encouragement to finish strong.
“Wooo! Look here baby!” I screamed, lifting my shirt and shaking my tits. Sarah did the same for her boyfriend. Johnny winked and smiled. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. What more could a girl want?
(This is part three of my Wizard for Hire serial. Part one can be found here and part two can be found here.)
I had been taking a little time for my self since that exorcism didn’t go according to plan. Since then I had been chilling out at home with Moony and Maryden, the desire demon who was bound to my service. Our days were filled with getting high, fucking and just relaxing. It was nice. I woke up to find Maryden cooking breakfast wearing nothing but an apron, and a smile.
“Good morning my master! I made you waffles and coffee. Would you like bacon too?” She asked constantly shifting her weight to make her ample breasts jiggle under the apron.
“I’d actually prefer some sausage instead of bacon thanks.” I said pouring some coffee.
“Of course master. Might I also pleasure you before you eat?” She asked, untiring the apron.
“Maybe after I get some protein. You wore me out last night, Mary.” I responded, getting some cream out of the fridge. “Speaking of last night, Moony wasn’t in bed with us. Where is she?” I asked, taking a sip.
“She’s in the library master. She was masturbating and she fell asleep.” Maryden responded.
“I’ll go wake her up, and let her know breakfast is ready.” I said making my way.
Moony was asleep on the couch in my library. There was an ashtray filled with the butts of numerous joints, and a laptop opened to a page with a porn site on the screen. She was wearing a bunched up tank top that showed off her rack and she had her hand down the front of her panties.
“Moony wake up.” I said, gently nudging her.
“Oh like, hey Mal.” She said, sleepily. “I was watching this like, super hot gangbang video and I must have like fallen asleep.” Moony explained as she lit another joint and went with her usual morning routine of waking and baking. “Is ther like breakfast? I’ve got the munchies wicked bad, man.” She asked.
“Yeah. Maryden made waffles.” I told her.
“Right on! Mary’s like, such a good cook. She’s also like great at giving head.” Moony mused.
“I’m well aware. We missed you in bed last night.” I told her.
“Oh man, like sorry. I didn’t know you guys were fooling around. Hey save me some breakfast. I’m gonna watch some girl-on-girl, jill off and get my first O of the day.” She said clicking a video on her laptop and putting her hand back down her panties. The other part of her morning ritual.
I decided to leave her to her business and went about finishing my coffee. Unfortunately there was a knock at the door. The only people who could knock at the door of my inner sanctum were other magi. I opened the door and there were two women in goth fashion waiting for me. Morrigan and Belladonna. Witches who claimed their powers from the Triple Goddess. They typically made a living targeting magic users who preyed upon women, hexing frat boys who whistled at girls, or putting lesser curses on cheating husbands. If they were after me I was in for trouble.
“Malcom Pendragon. You have been caught casting magic of dubious repute on innocent women.” Belladonna accused.
“Belladonna, Morrigan, nice to see you too. Won’t you come in?” I gestured.
“We will. If only to save the women you’ve corrupted.” Morrigan chimed in.
They followed me to the kitchen. Maryden was cooking some breakfast sausage and Moony was drinking coffee.
“Like hey Mal. Who are the goth chicks?” Moony asked.
“We are your salvation, sisters.” Said Belladonna. God, could these bitches be any more dramatic? “What do you think Malcom did to them? Some kind of intelligence reduction curse?” Belladonna wondered aloud.
“Like hey goth bitch? I’m not stupid. I’m just like, chill” Moony said looking up from her coffee.
“I’m sorry, sister. We meant no offense. We release you from this curse!” Morrigan said gesturing. She looked confused when nothing happened.
“Sorry girls, but there’s an enchantment on my house. No magic user who is in conflict with me can cast while here. If you want to talk we can, and maybe reach some understanding.” I said in a wry tone.
“Very well. We shall…talk” Belladonna said as if the sentence caused her pain.
Moony made them both a cup of coffee.
“This coffee is…really good. It’s making me feel so…hot.” Morrigan said.
“You’re always hot *giggle*.” Belladonna playfully responded.
Eventually the two were giggling and kissing each other and then started to grope one another in my kitchen. I was a little confused. This wasn’t my doing.
“What the Hell is going on?” I asked.
“Oh to make up for those bitches calling me dumb I dosed their coffee with like, that oil stuff that you gave me.” Moony responded, sounding pleased with herself.
Within minutes the oil distilled from Heart of Aphrodite began to change them into Moony’s fantasy. They were no longer goth fashioned. Their hair grew out and began to take on a look of stoner chic and nympho tendencies.
“Whoa…I’m feeling like sooooo horny.” Belladonna explained.
“Me too, but also like, I kinda wanna get high.” Morrigan chimed in.
“You’re in luck ladies. I have the perfect thing for you.” I said, having just hatched a devious plan to rid the world of the bitchy goth mages for good and all.
I pulled out the elkseed root out of the cupboard, and rolled it into a blunt. I handed it to them and lit it. The women inhaled and smoked it up in short order.
“I’m like suuuuper zoned out. Like I can’t think of anything.” Morrigan said.
“Yeah I’m feeling kinda dumb. Like I can’t even remember how to cast spells.” Belladonna responded.
“Oh like, just focus like super hard on it. Like you gotta focus for it to work.” Morrigan slurred.
“I like, can’t. When I try to focus o just think about sex. Like we should fuck. I like totally want to taste the redhead’s snatch *giggle*” Belladonna said, gesturing towards Maryden, who looked excited at the offer.
“Oh yeah me too, except like I want Mal. I’ve always thought he was like, kinda hawt. Hey Mal can we like fuck? *giggle*” Morrigan asked leaning over to me.
“I’d love too Morrigan.” I said kissing her cheek.
“Those’re like lame names. Call us Morgan and Bella now.” She asked.
“Nice one, Mal. It’s gonna be so fun having two more chicks to fuck.” Moony said.
“I agre master. Thank you for picking such beautiful new additions.” Maryden agreed, guiding Bella’s head to her pussy, intending to take advantage of Bella’s lustful offer.
*Two Weeks Later*
Things were like a hippy commune around her. Bella and Morgan fit in almost immediately. We had orgies often and the girls kept each other entertained when I was working. I could hear them outside my door pleasuring each other, but eventually the door opened and Morgan walked in.
“Like, good morning Mal. The girls are having some fun, but like, I wanted to suck your dick, and I was wondering if you would let me *giggle*?” She begged.
“I’d love that Morgan.” I said pulling her on the bed with me.
“Mmmm…thanks baby. Will you fuck me, and Bella after I get you off? She said she wants a three way with just us, so we could like, apologize for being so bitchy when we got here.” Morgan asked, still sucking me off.
