#slut transformation

God of Chaos: Part 2

(Part 1)

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.

Sorority Revenge Part 4 (Previous Parts: 1,2,3)

List of Progress:

Ashley Westinghouse: Frat House Sex Doll

Trish Linton: Biker Fuck Meat

Sarah Sakuragi: Stripper Bimbo Wifey

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.

Barbie:

Barbara was sitting depressed at her favorite coffee shop browsing the web on her phone.

‘’Ugh. Here we live in a world where women’s rights have become a joke and the environmental problems only get worse but all people seem to care about is celebrities, dumb tv shows and stupid insta bimbo’s.’’ Barbara said in disgust.

Barbara liked to view herself as a strong feminist and a proud woman and she hated fake, plastic bimbo’s who she believed was a disrespect to woman everywhere.

Barbara took her last sip of her coffee and was on her way out the door when she suddenly crashed into a blonde ditz.

‘’Ow. You should like try to see where you walk.’’ The bimbo said in her high pinched voice.

Just the appearance of this woman made Barbara mad. This bimbo represented everything Barbara hated.

‘’Well you should try to see anything else than your phone!’’ Barbara screamed back.

‘’Ugh, like I totally needed to post my latest selfie. I just looked sooo fucking hot.’’ The Bimbo giggled and started to look at her phone again.

‘’You are what’s wrong with society, you Barbie wannabe. You don’t care about anything but yourself. People like you should try to wake up a little and see the world for what it really is!’’ Barbara screamed in anger and could feel everybody in the coffee shop staring at her.

‘’You should, like, stop being such a frumpy bitch.’’ The Bimbo said in a bitchy attitude.

‘’Just who the hell do you think…’’ Barbara started but suddenly the bimbo threw herself at her and gave Barbara a long passionate kiss until Barbara managed to push her away.

‘’What is wrong with you?!’’ Barbara screamed in anger but the bimbo just giggled and walked away.

A bit stunned by the whole situation Barbara just stood there not quite sure what to do with herself.

‘’What a crazy bitch.’’ She thought frustrated to herself and was about to go back home but then she spotted her own reflection in the coffee shop window.

‘’Wow, I really need to get some new clothes…these are so…soicky.’’ Barbara said suddenly felt a little disgusted by her own look.

‘’And these shoes…Like what was I thinking. Itotallyneed to find some cute heels andOMG I totallyhave to do something about my hair.’’ Barbara suddenly said in a higher pinched voice than usual but suddenly stopped and looked at herself confused.

‘’What the heck is wrong with me. My clothes are fine and…and yuckI justtotallyneed to do something about my nails (giggle).’’ Barbara said and went off to find some new clothes.

Soon after she was trying out outfits that she would have hated before but it almost felt like she was possessed and after hours of shopping and trying out clothes Barbara walked out of the store in high heels, a mini skirt and a very small top but suddenly right outside the store she stopped for a second looking confused.

‘’Wait…..What did just happen?’’ She asked herself and looked around herself confused.

‘’What’s wrong with me and…AND WHAT THE HELL AM I WEARING?!’’ She screamed in frustration when she spotted her new skimpy outfit.

‘’This can’t be happening! I need to….to…..I totally need a makeover. Time to hit the salon(giggle).’’ Barbara said in a much more high pinched voice then usual and set her course straight to the salon.

Two hours later the strong independent feminist wasn’t to recognize.

‘’Ohhh, I look so fucking hot. And wait…’’ Barbara said a little confused again and suddenly came to her old self again.

‘’What the hell has come over me! I don’t even look like myself anymore. I look like some cheap bimbo!’’ Barbara screamed at herself.

‘’I have to keep it together. I am a feminist. A strong and independent women. I am Barbara…. Even though I don’t look like a Barbara….I look more like a…like a Barbie.’’ Barbara said looking at herself as a strange wave of pleasure came over her.

‘’Like O.M Gee! I totally look like barbie! That’s sooo fucking hawt.’’ Barbie screamed in excitement as Barbara disappeared forever and Barbie was born.

‘’ I look like such a barbie bimbo. Mmmmm and I think it’s time to start to act like a hot Bimbo barbie to.’’ Barbie said licking her lips as new naughty thoughts entered her mind.

Four hours later Barbie was getting out of the bathroom at the club after sucking some random guy off. That was only the third guy she at ‘handled’ this evening but Barbie felt like it was time to have some real fun.

Then she spotted two hot hunks at the dance floor and she thought maybe it was time to take the party back to her place and then the real fun could finally begin.