Shift Change Shares

Maya needed a car for college. Well really she needed it to get her band to gigs in the city. They weren’t big, often only amassing crowds in the single digits, but she loved her band ‘The Goth Girls’. Just her and her two best friends Thalia and Selene. But lugging their equipment around on public transport had become too much to handle and Maya decided it was time to buy some wheels.

Although as she stood in front of the one car she found that she could afford on the little money they had made from gigging, suddenly public transport wasn’t looking so bad.

It was a used purple convertible with the license plate B1TCH. It looked like the kind of car some blonde bimbo would have had in the 90’s. Even the interior was purple. The color and plate clashed with her goth style of black clothes and dark makeup but the price was right and the engine ran well enough. So with a lot of hesitation she bought it on the spot.

Mina lowered her sunglasses and frowned at the sign standing in the grand lobby of the luxury resort.

PLEASE REFRAIN FROM EATING THE WATERMELON.

She rolled her eyes.

What on earth is everyone's obsession with this watermelon?

Ever since she'd arrived, people had been warning her about it.

"You're all checked in, madam. Here's your keycard... and please I’d advise you not to eat the watermelon."

"Here's your welcome drink. Oh, and I'd stay away from the watermelon."

"Housekeeping! Ah, madam... the watermelon. No, no, not for you."

At first she'd assumed it was something sensible. Perhaps the fruit had been washed in unsafe water, or maybe there had been a bad batch.

Now she wasn't so sure.

Sitting directly beneath the sign was a silver platter piled high with perfectly fresh slices of watermelon. It looked delicious. If it was genuinely dangerous, why display it so prominently?

Her stomach answered with an impatient growl.

Watermelon had always been her favourite holiday treat—cold, sweet and refreshing after hours in the sun. Travelling alone meant there was nobody around to judge her for indulging. She folded her arms across her flat chest, her thin lower lip jutting out into a childish pout.

After circling the table twice, poking one slice with a manicured fingernail and even giving it an experimental sniff, she finally gave in.

"What's the worst that could happen?"

She deliberately ignored the pieces on top and slid one from the middle of the pile. Bringing it cautiously to her lips, she took a tiny bite.

Her eyes widened.

"They're lying..."

It was the sweetest, juiciest watermelon she'd ever tasted.

She devoured the slice in seconds before immediately reaching for another. Then another.

Each piece disappeared faster than the last.

Mina had never considered herself greedy, but something about the fruit was impossible to resist. Soon she was grabbing two slices at once, stuffing them into her mouth before she'd even finished chewing the previous bite.

The pile shrank rapidly.

Juice ran down her chin, dripping onto the front of her sundress. As she brushed at the sticky stains she paused.

Her chest...

Had it... bounced?

She blinked.

A strange warmth spread through her lips, making them tingle pleasantly. Thick droplets of watermelon juice seemed to cling there for an impossibly long moment before finally rolling down her chin.

Odd...

The sensation vanished as quickly as it came.

She shrugged and reached for another slice.

Eventually the platter was empty.

Without a second thought she scooped it up, marched across the lobby and repeatedly rang the reception bell.

The receptionist looked up.

For a split second, genuine alarm flashed across her face.

Mina stood there soaked in watermelon juice, cheeks flushed, her lips noticeably fuller than before and chest inflated.

"More," Mina mumbled impatiently. "More watermelon."

"Of course, madam," the receptionist replied with a weary sigh. "Why don't you relax on one of the loungers? We'll bring you another platter."

She hesitated.

"I'll... inform the manager."

Mina practically skipped to one of the poolside loungers, bouncing her foot impatiently as she waited. She dabbed herself with a towel, absent-mindedly wiping away the juice, seemingly oblivious to the subtle changes continuing throughout her body.

A few minutes later a waiter returned carrying another overflowing platter, accompanied by a tall glass of fresh watermelon juice complete with a striped paper straw and tiny umbrella.

Mina snatched both from his hands.

She drank greedily through the straw while simultaneously stuffing more fruit into her mouth.

She was halfway through the final slice when an older man approached.

He was short and balding, with a rounded stomach stretching beneath a neatly pressed black shirt. A thin white moustache sat above an amused smile, and years beneath the Mediterranean sun had left his skin deeply bronzed.

"I am the manager," he said in a soft Spanish accent. "I see you're enjoying one of our... special delicacies."

"Mmm." Mina smiled dreamily. "Your watermelon is real good.”

Despite herself she sounded like a complete ditz

"I'm delighted to hear it," he replied. "I prepared it myself."

Her eyes immediately lit up.

"You got more?"

"Oh, certainly."

He smiled knowingly.

"But perhaps, before I continue providing for you, we should discuss what you might be willing to offer in return."

Looking down, Mina saw a surprisingly large bulge in his trousers. For just a moment, a flicker of common sense resurfaced.

Every instinct told her there was something deeply unsettling about the man standing before her. In the back of her mind she sensed he was a creepy, pervy old guy.

Yet another part of her—one that had grown stronger with every bite of watermelon—dismissed the warning almost instantly.

Her body started to give her away. The nipples on her now huge rack bolted to attention, the pace of her breathing increased and she felt herself growing increasingly wetter between her legs. Her bulging lips slanted into a cheeky smile and she rose off the lounger seductively. Her mind shifted as quickly as her bodily instincts.

"Room 302," she purred, allowing him to wind a hand around her waist and guide her back inside.

For the remainder of the summer, the manager arranged for Mina to stay in a secluded private villa hidden within the resort grounds. She was his mistress now, available whenever he needed some ‘relief’

She became a familiar sight basking in the sunshine with yet another overflowing plate of watermelon beside her.

With each passing week, the mysterious fruit continued its quiet work.

Her figure softened into dramatic new curves, her lips grew impossibly full, her glossy black hair cascaded down to her waist and her expanded tits and ass wobbled with every step she took. By the time summer finally drew to a close, Mina barely resembled the woman who had first walked into the lobby and laughed at a simple warning sign.

I watched the bacon sizzle in the pan and turned it with the spatula held in my perfectly manicured nails. I felt the baby, ready to arrive any minute, move inside me and listened as my husband bounded around the bedroom getting ready for work.

I used to get so frustrated and angry when I thought about work but over time that had long fizzled away. Still it was nice to reflect on my success once in a while. I’d defied everyone when I started the gym wear brand from my garage. As a recent graduate of fashion design I had some really unique ideas for materials, styles and branding. I was young, fit and beautiful so I’d naturally built up a solid social media presence and my followers loved my outfits which I modelled for them regularly.

When I started mass producing and selling, the business had gone from strength to strength. I moved from the garage to my own small warehouse, hired a couple of staff and was starting to get noticed by local media.

It was around that time that ‘he’ showed up. He’d worn a smart business suite, entered the warehouse with a swagger and announced that he wanted to buy us out. I laughed in his face of course. The business was my entire life and I’d put in too much work to give it all away. Apparently he had his own rival gym wear brand and wanted to merge us but even the six figure offer hadn’t been enough to dissuade me. He left with his tail between his legs and the business card he handed out went quickly into the trash.

A few days later and a gift came in the mail. He’d included one of his business cards on top of the gift box so I knew it was from him. The guy was persistent, I had to give him that and when I opened the box I was stunned to find an incredibly expensive gold locket inside. I wore it with no hesitation. My answer was still a resounding no but if he wanted to buy me luxury items to keep hearing that then who was I to stop him.

“Pathetic”, I whispered under my breath as I admired the locket on my chest and got on with the latest outfit orders.

Later that day came another package. This one had a bouquet or roses and nestled within them was a card. When I opened it he had written his phone number inside and one word scrawled across it

Date?

I found the edges of my mouth sliding into a smile. I shook my head but I couldn’t deny the flutters in my heart. It was an alien feeling. I’d consumed myself so much with the business that I hadn’t given a thought to love or dating in a long time. It was nice to receive some attention but from him…it was going to have to be a no. 

Yet I found myself inadvertently clasping my hand around the locket and when I did my thoughts and feeling instantly changed. Maybe I should give him a chance. If the locket was anything to go by he was a big spender so why not let him wine and dine me, even if things wouldn’t go any further. I found myself rolling my eyes, inputting his number and texting back to agree to a date.

I wasn’t wrong about the money. When I arrived at the pre agreed restaurant another gift was waiting for me at the table. The ear rings were simply gorgeous. I had no idea how he had such good taste in jewellery but when I put them on things definitely started to change.

I’d put it down to the constantly flowing Champagne at the time, ignoring the slight heat in my ears and the occasional crackling and zapping feeling. The alcohol had seemed to dull my senses and before long I was giggling at his unfunny jokes, spilling far too much information about myself and pushing my hair behind my ears regularly. In my mind he’d warped from being annoying, arrogant and ordinary looking to intriguing, sweet and undeniably attractive.

I was ripped from my thoughts by a sharp kick from the baby. I was back in the kitchen making breakfast in an instant. I heard him come up behind me, kiss the side of my neck and briefly rub my belly as he picked up the plate and sat at the table.

Everything moved quickly after that date. More and more gifts, more and more jewellery which on reflection seemed to alter me and more and more swooning. It was the wedding ring which really sealed it. Once that was on the rest of my mind crumbled with it. I’d agreed to sell the business to him, resign myself to a simple housewife and before I knew it I was pregnant.

It had been difficult at first to see him run my own business but whenever I felt resentment, anger or disgust I simply rolled the band around my finger and everything seemed to be alright again. A wife’s place was in the home, at least I thought it was, even though I know that very notion would have disgusted me a couple of years ago. Still there was nothing to be done now. I had a baby to consider and an incredible home since the business was doing better than ever under his leadership.

I waddled over to him, pulled out the chair and sat on his lap. I smirked as I quickly felt his boner throbbing underneath my ass. He had already made it clear that he wanted a big family. Baby number two wouldn’t be long after this one.

Hey Bryce, I know I don’t need to tell you what day it is but I hope you’re excited for your yearly update!

First and foremost, I recently celebrated my 36th birthday which means it’s now been 15 years since I swapped our bodies back in college! How time flies when you’re having fun! As you can see I’m still looking as perfect as ever and it also means we’re getting closer and closer to the point where I’ll have spent longer in this body than you ever did. God…I love that thought so much, I really can’t wait to take that away from you!

I suppose my day to day life hasn’t really changed much since I last updated you…I’m still with my amazing boyfriend Martin, we’re still living up in the hills but after his recent pay rise we were thinking about moving into something even bigger, oh and for my birthday he surprised me with my dream car! It’s a Porsche and i absolutely love it!! I also spotted him looking at engagement rings on his laptop one night. So who knows… maybe by the time I give you my next update I’ll be married!

Hmm what else?…I’m still working out a lot, yoga and pilates a couple times a week. There’s a new cafe that opened near my gym which I’ve been loving, it’s such a great place to have catch-ups with my girlfriends and they do the best matcha lattes! Otherwise I guess I kind of just do whatever I want when I want aha! It’s so nice never having to worry about a job or money with Martin around. And of course, after all this time, no one suspects a thing!

As for you…well, I saw you changed your profile picture on Facebook, you’ve seriously gained some weight since you last posted and your hair…eww…you really need to think about shaving it off, that combover isn’t fooling anyone! And you’re still working at that dirty kitchen downtown as far as I can tell…I know you found this swap difficult but you’re seriously not even trying to help yourself at this point. I hope cleaning all those dishes is worth your 10 bucks an hour or whatever…Looks like you finally got a life that reflects your shitty, entitled, bully mentality and I have to say I take every single bit of pleasure knowing I did this to you.

I hope you know you deserve this more than anyone, for all those kids you bullied for all the people you stepped on and thought you were better than just because you happened to be lucky enough to be born as a rich, pretty blonde girl. I hope you think about that every day of your life. My only regret is I didn’t do this sooner.

Have a great year Bryce…

Until next time

Picture Perfect

By Apollo

Dorian was so excited by her Final Art Project. The task: to draw an exaggerated version of yourself, as detailed as possible, utilizing shade, perspective and contrast. A close second in her excitement was the chance for her to use some new fountain pens that she’d just bought online. Her art professor gave the class two days to complete the exaggerated portrait, but Dorian’s excitement got the better of her, and she couldn’t wait to get started.

As soon as she got home, Dorian took off her jacket, and placed it in her closet. Her OCD would never allow her to have anything out of place. Even the tassels on her rug were straight and as orderly as possible. Dorian looked at herself in the mirror. She looked herself over, partially giving in to her OCD, analyzing herself, critiquing, and criticizing a little, as she looked at her full form. Never much of a looker, her limp brown hair hung just below her narrow shoulders, which framed her 30B-26-28 body. The fact that she was 5’10 didn’t help matters either. But, art was Dorian’s escape. She could lose herself in her drawings, and get all the praise for them, praise that her looks never did.

Dorian excitedly unwrapped her new drawing pens. She thought that the fountain pen aspect of them would help her create some unique shading that her other classmates wouldn’t think of. Looking the pen over, she noticed the unique craftsmanship, and the characters on the body of the pen. She carefully filled the pen with the pre-supplied ink. “Ouch!”, Dorian yelped in surprise. She pulled back her thumb and noticed a small dollop of blood on her thumb. She must’ve pricked herself on the pen somehow. She sucked it to stop the bleeding, and walked away to look for her first-aid kit in her bathroom. She never noticed a few drops of her blood had dripped into the ink bowl, and some seemed to be absorbed into the pen itself. When Dorian returned to her easel, she paused for a moment to consider what exactly she was drawing. Her art professor simply asked the class to draw an exaggerated version of themselves. He left the interpretation up to them. On the way out of class she heard some of the guys talking amongst each other, discussing their ideas. Some planned on drawing themselves as super-heroes, some of the goth students were planning to go a more supernatural route. But, as she sat there and thought back to her reflection, she decided on a different route. She would draw the most over-the-top sexpot she could think of. Nothing would be more “exaggerated” than that, right? So, after closing her eyes for a few moments to paint the mental picture, Dorian began drawing. She drew and she drew, making an over-sexed version of herself that would make Betty Page hang her head in shame.

Minutes turned to hours as she added as much detail as possible. Her drawn bodily dimensions would put any mortal woman to shame, with a look on her face that would entice a monk. Four hours later, she wiped her brow, and smiled as she knew she’d finished her masterpiece. She threw a sheet over it, and left it to dry. “I can’t wait for the Professor to see this one”.

Dorian showered and put on an oversized T-Shirt and pajama pants, but instead of returning to bed, Dorian sat on her second-hand apartment couch, still bustling with nervous energy. “Man, I don’t know what got into me. It was like I was possessed.”, Dorian spoke to herself as she looked back at her covered portrait in the other room. She was unable to stop thinking about it. “Now, I’m thirsty.”, Dorian thought as she walked into her kitchen as she checked on her thumb, and absent-mindedly sucked it a bit to make sure she’d stopped bleeding. She poured herself something to drink and sat back on her couch to watch some late night television. Nothing caught her attention as she sat and drank. She finally turned her TV off and just enjoyed the quiet of her apartment. Again, her gaze was drawn to her covered portrait. “I do hope the boys like the picture”, Dorian giggled aloud. The sound of her giggling caught Dorian off guard, it was something she hadn’t done since she was in elementary school. She drank more from her cup, and it hit her. She’d grabbed the vodka from the bottom shelf. She was never a drinker, in fact the bottle of vodka actually belonged to a friend who’d left it there. But here she was, drinking it like it was water. And she was enjoying it, feeling very relaxed. Not drunk or out of control, just a warm feeling with a slight buzz. As soon as she finished her glassful, she quickly got up and grabbed the rest of the bottle. She plopped down on her couch, brushing a light brown curl of her hair from in front of her face, and sat back down on her couch to enjoy it the rest of it.

As the night got later and later, Dorian flipped through the channels on her TV. She’d watch a program for a few minutes, then flip to something else. She just couldn’t stay focused on just one program for some reason. There she sat on her couch, indian-style, flipping away. Every few minutes she flipped her increasingly curly hair out of her face. A curly strawberry blonde color that was just a deep brunette and straight just a few hours earlier. But, Dorian didn’t notice it a bit. She seemed unable to focus on anything for long enough to notice the changes in her. It wasn’t until Dorian suddenly felt short of breath that she saw any room for concern. “Oooh!”, Dorian spoke breathily as she looked down at her tight silk night shirt. “I just love how silk feels on my body, but I need to start buying some bigger ones. I’m about to bust this one wide open. She looked down, amused as she jutted her chest out, admiring how her 36Cs pushed against the material. In and out. In and out. She couldn’t help but smile, as she savored the sensation of the silk sliding across her nipples. She was rewarded with hardened nipples, as she giggled softly in response to her own sexual teasing. Somewhere in her head a voice whispered, “More giggling? I don’t do that…what’s going on? Something’s not right.”.

She got up and went into her bedroom to look at herself in her mirror again. She stepped around the articles of clothing in her room that she’d worn this past week, and looked at her full length vanity mirror. With her seductively pouty lips and a suspicious eye, she looked herself over. She enjoyed what she saw, but she just knew that something wasn’t familiar about what she was seeing. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. But, staring at herself, she couldn’t help but to admire herself. There she was, in all her glory. She smiled as she looked at her shape in the mirror. She loved the way her thighs tapered into her calves, as she looked at her legs in the silk boxers. She turned to the side and noticed, to her dismay, that her hips seemed to be stretching the shorts clearly past their breaking point. “Man, I need to stop all those late night ice cream sessions. My ass is getting big!”, she spoke aloud. “But, with an ass like this, the boys will only love me more!”. She then slapped her behind in admiration and watched her 36-inch ass jiggle slightly. Dorian then, almost instinctively, dipped herself down to imitate those “big booty girls” she’d watch in those rap videos she loved so much. The abrupt sound of her seams ripping only seemed to cheer Dorian on, as she smiled even more broadly. With a seemingly newfound seductive sway in her hips, Dorian made her way back down her hallway, sucking her thumb, with a sense of calm pride about herself.

Before sitting back in her living room, Dorian made a bee-line for her kitchen, overwhelmed with a new thirst for alcohol. She walked over to her makeshift bar, and pulled out her favorite brand of tequila. She ponied up to a stool, and started her drinking ritual. Salt? Check. Lime? Check. There she sat there entertaining herself. Licking the salt, downing a shot, and sucking on the lime. Clearly able to hold her liquor, Dorian was enjoying her time drinking. In fact, the only side effect of her drinking wasn’t intoxication, it just seemed to make her a bit more horny. Following her fifth shot, she dropped her lime into her chest. “Oh bother! I dropped it. Good thing I’ve got these babies to catch it.”, Dory spoke as she felt her 40D teat. With two hands, she roughly grabbed them, lowering her head to fish the lime out of her mammaries. Every time she touched them, she couldn’t seem to help massaging her breasts in the palm of her hands. She loved how her nipples seemed to be permanently hard as they protruded against her too tight silk top, her top button distressed as she ran her fingers around them. Dory pinched her nipple, forcing a shudder to run through her, which gave her an idea. Bringing her bountiful cleavage to her lips she licked a trail along them, before dousing the trail with salt. She then poured another shot for herself. With a seductive grin, she licked the salt away, threw the shot down, and rewarded herself with a playful tug on both her nipples, sending shockwaves through her entire body. Her eyelids fluttered as the sting of the alcohol met the erotic sting of her nipple-play.

The alcohol’s effect on Dory seemed to increase dramatically as she pounded shot after shot. Her mind fogged over, as she looked around her apartment, noticing what seemed familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Rainbows and ponies, ran up and down her walls, artwork she’d drawn in her free time, which was often. A giggle of contentment forced its way out of her swelled, pouty lips, looking at her pink walls, and the artwork she’d drawn upon it. Drawing was all she really did anymore. It was all she loved. That, and sexing any cute stud she happened to run into. The building superintendent gave Dory free reign to stay in that apartment, as long as she dressed sexy for him, and gave him the occasional BJ. And, with her love of BJs it seemed like a match made in heaven. She looked over to her covered easel, and smiled. “Boy, those boys think I’m just good think about when they jerk off…I can’t wait for them to see my art-stuff!”, she said aloud as she made her way back to her living room. Her 42-inch ass swayed in a seductive rhythm as she made her way back to the couch, stepping over the cute guy she’d met outside as he passed her apartment. “Damn it, DeeDee, you didn’t get his name, again!”, she chided herself. “Next time, okaysie…next time you’ll get his name before letting him in.” Another giggle escaped as her curled blonde hair tickled the middle of her back. She plopped down on her oversized couch, and just stared into space at the nude stranger she’d obviously had sex with recently. Her eyes glazed over as she sat there in an oversized V-neck T-Shirt that fought to keep her even larger tits under wraps. She could feel herself being turned on as she looked at the stranger lying on her floor passed-out drunk from the Vodka shots and exhausted from the love-making. She could still feel his semen and her own juices starting to trickle loose. She didn’t care that she wasn’t wearing underwear, it wasn’t the first time she spilled DNA on her couch. She hardly wore underwear, anyway. Her tongue slicked her lips as she began to touch herself. Her fingers were quickly moistened by the earlier orgasm-triggering session. She pulled on her nipple piercing which just intensified her carnally. She spread her legs as far as possible, just staring into space. DeeDee never needed much to get her off, just remembering the sexual thrashing she’d just put those two guys on the floor through was enough. Her gentle touch quickly got rougher as three, and then four fingers probed her. Lost in the moment, DeeDee ripped open the neck of her shirt and sucked on her veiny tit, which seemed to pulse with every sensation. With a love bite around her barbell piercing, DeeDee came violently, and passed out into a sexual haze.

Ten o’clock in the morning came, as DeeDee’s alarm went off. She popped off the couch with a newfound energy. She quickly showered and put on an obviously too tight T-Shirt that read “T*ts are for sucking”, and pink booty shorts. She teased up her hair, put on some dangling earrings and bracelets, grabbed her still-covered painting and headed for the door. “Damn, DeeDee. You could at least say good-bye…”, a playfully somber voice spoke, getting DeeDee’s attention. She turned around and found her busty female neighbor, playfully pouting as she laid alongside the two strangers she’d also picked up. DeeDee turned and smiled. “I’m sorry, I just don’t wanna be late. I need to get to class! Oh, and by the way…I haven’t been a DD since 10th Grade. See…”, DeeDee spoke as she squeezed one of her 42EE tits through her flimsy top, the flesh threatening to burst through the material. With a wink and a kiss, DeeDee ran down to her bright pink convertible, and drove off to the campus.

In class, DeeDee couldn’t sit still, so full of excitement to show off her artwork. Her massive tits bounced even more than usual, as she fidgeted in her seat. Finally it was her turn. She popped out of her seat, as all the men sat quietly in their seats, focused intently on whatever movements DeeDee made. More than a few men in the class found themselves covering their crotches, hoping no one would noticed their physical reaction to just how much “in lust” with DeeDee’s over-sexualized female form. Even the professor wasn’t immune to it. “Well, uh, DeeDee, what do you have for your project?”, Professor Grey asked, as he fought to stay professional. “Well, Mista Grey. I want you to know I worked extra-hard on this. I really really really wanted it to look nice, ya know?”, DeeDee spoke as she hung her still-covered artwork on the easel. “I wanted to show everybody that inside there’s more than these big tits and phat ass, ya know?!”. Professor Grey bristled at DeeDee’s language. As vulgar as she spoke at times, every word seemed like a vapid sexual proposition. “Here it goes!”, DeeDee flipped off the covering and the class froze. There in the painting was a tall, but slight girl, with narrow shoulders and limp brown hair. In the corner, DeeDee even named her piece of art. She named it “Dorian”.

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What’s a bimbo librarian like?  Let’s find out.

Alice’s strangest day as a library clerk started when Tiffany walked in. Alice knew her from school, but they had never really met. Tiffany was popular and pretty and blonde—most of the things that Alice wasn’t. Seeing Tiffany brought back all of Alice’s high-school inadequacies. Alice was mousey and wore glasses and couldn’t get her dark brown hair to do anything other than frizz, no matter how much she spent on shampoo.

Alice stowed the fantasy novel she’d been reading behind the desk. She looked up at Tiffany and found herself staring at Tiffany’s hair. She had dyed it black, like The-Raven-is-my-favorite-poem black. Alice wasn’t one to judge, but Tiffany was the last girl she’d expect to dye her hair. There was a little furrow in Tiffany’s brow and she glanced around uncertainly.

“Hi, welcome to the library,” Alice said. She seized the opportunity to be the confident one for once. “Anything I can help you find?”

“Um, yeah,” Tiffany said. Her voice hid in the back of her mouth. “Do you have books about…ghosts and stuff?”

Well, isn’t that silly, she thought to herself. She was just coming from…somewhere. Work, maybe? That sounded right, she thought. But then why couldn’t she remember where she worked?

Inspired, Callie opened her clutch for clues. Lipstick, mascara, eye shadow, lip gloss…but no clues. She pouted in mild frustration. Wait! There was something more in the clutch, stuck to the inside, a business card. She peered at the text:

Calista Laperriere, Analyst - Emerging Markets.

She pouted again. That didn’t help at all! Who was Calista Laperriere? The rest of it was just gibberish! In the back of her mind, Callie had a creeping thought that maybe she should be more concerned about her predicament. But then this was just her being silly, right?

She closed her eyes, struggling to remember something about her day. A cool breeze brushed a long stray strand of hair into her face. The blowdryer! She was coming from the salon! Of course! She could be so silly sometimes! She’d gone to the salon because she was supposed to be…hmm…

She suspiciously eyed a group teenagers across the street that were pointing and staring at her. How did she end up here? She focused again. Something…yellow…the taxi! 

That’s right, she’d taken a taxi here. She’d had to give the driver a blow job because she’d forgotten her wallet. She could be so silly sometimes!

“Callie! Callie!” A voice called out from behind her. She turned to see a tall, middle-aged man in a tuxedo jogging towards her. “There you are!” He exclaimed, wiping sweat from his brow. “How on earth did you end up all the way over here!”  

“And pause.” 

The irritated blonde stopped mid-sentence, her mouth frozen in frustration, as Ali looked up from her phone. 

“Whew, that’s better. Girl, I love ya… but you never stop talking,” Ali said, looking at her frozen roommate. “Hmm, I wonder what else this app can do.” She browsed through the options of her Master PC app. She scrolled through the extensive list of mental and physical changes as the profile of her roommate, Lisa, spun slowly beside them. “Wow, they really have thought of everything.” 

Looking back up at Lisa, Ali bit her lip and smiled, “Well, may as well have some fun with it. Don’t worry, Lis, you’re going to love all of this. I’ll make sure of it.” 

She gave Lisa a soft kiss on her cheek and began to play. “Boobs. I definitely know you want a little more in the chest area and, I mean, I don’t blame you. Why be in the itty bitty titty committee if you don’t have to?” She selected ‘Breasts’ and pulled the slider to the right. She saw the digital Lisa’s bust expand into an impressive rack. The app told her that her friend was now sporting a pair of full DDs. 

“Well, I suppose I need to give you a little more elsewhere,” she gave her still roommate’s butt a playful tap before increasing the “Butt” category. “Oh, and may as well make the lips a little fuller too while we’re here” 

Ali smiled and moved to mental options, “Like I said, babes, I love ya but we gotta do something about the monologuing.” 

She lowered her roommate’s conversational skills and increased Lisa’s ditziness. Ali knew the girl wouldn’t be able to get through more than a few sentences at a time before losing her train of thought. 

Then, an idea struck Ali, “You know, if we’re going to be roommates for the foreseeable future… we may as well enjoy each other a little more.” She increased Lisa’s attraction to women and made her more eager for experimentation.

“There we go. Perfect,” she confirmed her choices and watched as her roommate began to change accordingly. She couldn’t help but admire how Lisa’s full lips shined in their frozen snarl. “I think you’re good for now. Let’s bring you back.” 

She ensured Lisa wouldn’t notice any of these changes; as far as Lisa knew, she had always been exactly like this. 

“Alright, resume.” 

Lisa blinked as her mind returned in its new, altered state, “Um, wait… what was I saying again?”

A sly smile crossed Ali’s lips, “Huh? Oh, I’m not sure. Something about how great your boobs were looking today?”

“Oh, right! Don’t they look just amazing right now? Like, they always look good but this is a really good boob day,” Lisa said as she gave the girls a little squeeze, before getting lost in her thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I kind of zoned out there. Anyways, where was I?” 

“It’s not a real thing!” she protested.

This sexist asshole - where did he get off saying shit like this.

“An Asian girl can be blonde without it meaning she… she…”

What was that disgusting phrase he used?

“A bleached bimbo for white cock!”

She made a face, sticking her tongue out to emphasize how gross it was.

“Like, I’m not some dumb, ditzy… umm”

What was the word again? She just said it.

“Slutty, Asian bimbo. Like, a total cock slut or whatever!”

Wait, this was confusing. What was she so upset about?

“It’s so stupid and confusing.”

She twirled her hair and bit her lip, trying to remember. God, she could be so spacey around cute guys!

“It’s not, like easy for me! Do you know how hard it is… how hard it is to…”

I wonder how hard he is? I bet he’s, like, super hung.

“To think around yummy hard cocks like that?”

Wait, no! That wasn’t right!

“Oh god, it’s like, not what I meant, mister!”

She pouted.

“Can, I like just suck it? I promise I look super cute with a cock in my mouth!”

She giggled as he pulled it out.

“OMG - it’s like soooo big!”

She was so lucky he was there. Blonde Asian bimbos like her needed this.

By Ozhojabbe (Reposted with permission)

“You’re probably feeling a little woozy.” Jake said as he took the helmet off of Alessandra’s head.

She blinked a few times and looked around confused. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something felt… off.

“Woo… zy?” She said questioningly.

“You know: dizzy, dazed, unsteady.” Jake said patiently. “Do you remember the little experiment we’re performing?”

Alessandra looked at him and shook her head. “Me sorry. Me no know.”

Jake sighed. “Okay, tell me what you do remember.”

Alessandra nodded. “Me Alessandra Cavinato. Me from tiny land of San Lutero in Europe. You Jake Anderson of America. We… We work with- withly?”

“Together,” Jake corrected. “Do you remember what we work on?”

Alessandra thought about it. She felt a bit like words were on the tip of her tongue, but it felt like somehow *every* word was on the tip of her tongue. “We work-” she remembered the word he said earlier, “experiment. We work many, many experiment.”

Jake nodded. “Yes, you’re a neuroscientist. You study the brain.” He pointed at a diagram behind him. “You invented this helmet,” again pointing, “and had me temporarily erase the knowledge of your native language, Luteran, from your head. For example, do you know what ‘Tzu la luteran wos komprenais?’ means?”

Alessandra shook her head.

Jake gave a satisfied smile, “So that part worked at least. Hopefully the other part worked as well. You see, you wanted to find out if you could improve your abysmal English skills with a little forced immersion. Your memories should all be there, but you’re probably just having trouble connecting them to your relatively small vocabulary in English. Thankfully, that little helmet of yours isn’t only for modifying memories, it also has the ability to increase the speed at which you learn new things. Right now, you’re set to about 20x your natural learning speed. You were already a quick study, so I bet you’ll be speaking eloquent, full sentences in no time. Then we’ll be able to present your findings and finish that pesky grant you’ve been working on.”

Alessandra understood maybe a fourth of what Jake had just said. She just smiled and nodded.

“See, you’re already doing great! Now, you had a pretty strict schedule for yourself for the first week: today you’ve got four hours of English television before lunch, some basic errands downtown and then I’m supposed to read you one of my translations of your science papers in the evening. Does that sound good to you?”

Alessandra stared blankly at him for a few moments. She could tell he was asking a question, but…

Jake sighed. “Do you want to watch TV?”

“Yes.” Alessandra nodded, happy to finally have a sentence she could understand.

* * *

Jake flipped through the channels and eventually settled on some trashy reality television. He figured since that stuff was supposed to appeal to the lowest common denominator it would be perfect English 101 for Alessandra. Once he was sure Alessandra was comfortable, Jake went off to try and get some work done.

Alessandra sat there enthralled. Her supercharged but empty brain was like a sponge, not just drinking in the language being used, but also the tableau of “culture” being put on display. Every show seemed to have vapid young women buying clothes and having petty drama, or getting pregnant as teenagers and dropping out of school to take care of their baby, or partying the days away. In commercials it was obvious that women were just accessories for the men - meant to look pretty and not much else…

* * *

Jake was surprised to see Alessandra in exactly the same place that he had left her. She hadn’t moved an inch in four hours.

“Hello, Alessandra! Did you learn anything from your first TV session?” Jake asked.

Alessandra giggled. “I totally did. I learned a lot of, like, things. I can totes understand you now!”

Jake laughed. “Hm… seemed like you picked up a few verbal ticks.”

Alessandra pouted. “Is there something, like, wrong with the way I talk?”

Jake shook his head. “No, no. You’re doing great. In fact, I’m amazed you were able to make this much progress in just four hours. Your invention is even more incredibly than I thought!”

“My… invention?” Alessandra said. The word was one she had not heard during her marathon.

“You know, your helmet? Do you want me to give you the whole spiel again?” Jake asked.

Alessandra’s struggled to connect her old, wordless memories with her new repertoire of English words. “No, I think I remember. We’re both, like, brain-sciency people. You’re super smart, and I work with you.” She had wanted to say 'we’re super smart’, but somehow that concept didn’t seem right. She was a girl, right? “You made that invention, that, like, helmet-y thing, and I helped you?”

Jake smiled. “That is just… amazing. This morning you could barely get a sentence out, and now - I mean you obviously don’t know any science jargon yet - but you’re giving a pretty coherent description of our work here. It has always been a pleasure working with you, but to have our first human experiment with the helmet go this well…”

Alessandra picked up on something she hadn’t before. No, that wasn’t right. She had definitely noticed this before, but had chosen to ignore it in the past. Jake didn’t just admire her as a… brain-sciency person(?). He was clearly in love with her. He wasn’t bad looking, why had she never even thought of him in that way? It just didn’t add up. He was an attractive guy, she was an attractive girl… She had to do something to to fix this!

She lightly touched his hand, and moved her face closer to his. “You know, I’ve always thought it was, like, a *pleasure* working with you as well. In fact…” She moved in to kiss him.

Jake was surprised at first, but he didn’t resist. Soon the two of them were making out. Jake had tried to remain professional all this time and keep his feelings to himself, but to find out that she had been harboring the same feelings? All his previous caution was thrown to the wind. They soon started helping each other undress as they made their way to the couch.

Alessandra felt Jake’s cock enter her. Making love had always seemed like a base pleasure to her, less worthy of pursuit than her science. However, with every moan, with every electric sensation on her skin her brain was being trained for pleasure. She realized that she needed this: to fuck, to suck, and to please men. It was what she was good for. Her memories of this were being amplified - telling her that surely, this wasn’t something she did every once in a while. This was something she did constantly, because she needed to feel this good all the time.

* * *

“Wow, that was amazing,” Jake panted.

Alessandra smiled, as she pulled on her bra. She frowned at her clothes. Conservative lab wear. Yuck. How was she going to attract fuckable guys in this?

“Well, we’re a *little* behind schedule, but we could still head downtown and do the errands you scheduled. I think you wanted to do some shopping to train yourself on basic store interactions in English.”

Alessandra jumped up in excitement. “That sounds, like, totally amazing! I want to buy some super cute outfits.”

Jake shook his head. “I think you were just going to the supermarket or something.”

Alessandra shoulders collapsed. “Aw… can we please, like, change it to a clothing store? Pretty please!”

Jake gave her a strange look. “I mean, it’s your experiment. If you want to change something, go right ahead. I don’t see how a clothing store is any worse than a supermarket for observing and practicing some common English interactions.”

Alessandra was so happy he had given her permission. She didn’t know what she would have done if he had said 'no.’ Probably just have gone with it… he was the smart one after all.

* * *

The clothing store was paradise for Alessandra. Jake stood outside bored, while she shopped. She read the tags and learned so many useful new words: lingerie, push-up bra, panties… She also started chatting with some college girls there.

“Oh my gosh, how have we never met before, Lexi. You are, like, a riot!” the brunette, Amber, said.

Alessandra had never been called “Lexi” before, but she actually liked the sound of it. “Like, I don’t don’t! We should totally hang out some time.”

Tori, the redhead smiled. “You should totally come to the party at Amber’s place tonight! There’s going to be a ton of cute boys there, and my cousin is going to be DJing.”

Lexi wanted to go, but she knew that Jake was going to read some fancy paper to her tonight… What if she snuck out of the store though? She existed to please boys, and Jake was just one boy. There was a whole party of boys to please tonight…

* * *

A month later.

“Thank god! I thought I’d never find you.” Jake said excitedly.

It took a few seconds for Lexi to recognize him. “You’re that, like, cute science boy, right? I’ll totally suck your cock if you want!” she said happily.

Jake looked at what she was wearing. A tied-off t-shirt that showed off her midriff, booty shorts that emphasized her butt and legs, and no bra. That much was obvious from the jiggling. Jake found himself aroused in spite of himself. Stop. He had to focus!

“No, first tell me where you’ve been? What you’ve been doing!?”

“The real, like, question,” Lexi giggled, “is *who* have I been doing?”

“Oh, shit,” Jake said. “I need to use the helmet on you now, I need to fix this. You’re a brilliant scientist not some brainless floozy!” He pulled out the helmet.

“Me? A scientist?” she put her finger to her mouth in thought. She did have some vague, wordless memories of something like that, but… “No way! I was just your sexy assistant. Woah, why are you putting that thing on my head?”

Jake pressed some buttons on the helmet, and looked at the screen. His faced turned white. “No way…”

“What’s wrong, mister?” Lexi asked.

“Your brain. It’s rewired itself. All the old pathways… they’re gone. Your memories, your native tongue, years of research… poof.”

Lexi giggled. “Poof. I love that word. Poof!”

Jake shook his head. “How could I let this happen!?”

“You know, mister. My offer to suck your cock is still totally on the table! I am your sexy assistant after all.”

Jake looked into the empty eyes of his former mentor. If he couldn’t restore her to normal, the least he could do was keep her safe. He could return her learning speed to normal, so she wouldn’t remove what little of her old life was still in her head, and maybe he could find a way to reteach her all the things she had forgotten some day.

…a little while later…

“Juulliiaa…oh, Juulliaa,” echoed down the hallway followed by a fit of giggles before Amina rolled around the corner and stumbled into Julia’s disheveled office. She tottered over the worn carpet with her towering heels before slumping into a chair, ignoring the panties, shoes and associated detritus slung over it. “I love suckin’ ‘ock,” she slurred, to no one in particular.

Julia giggled as she noticed Amina’s nipple had escaped her skin-tight sequined tank top. She was such a card! “You’re drunk again, aren’t you? Probably fucking Tim, right? Cuz he has the vodka in his office?” Julia was a little bit miffed, cuz she was planning on fucking Tim this morning too, but she could never stay mad at her bestie.

“You got me!” Amina broke out in another fit of giggles. “I din’t mean to though! I was jus’ going to check Tim’s offish for something computery for Brad, but then I couldn’t member what it was. So, umm… I jus’ fucked Tim instead.” She smiled lopsidedly and started rummaging through her purse.

Julia hated when that happened. She was always forgetting what she was doing, especially if there was a hot guy around. No one ever seemed to mind though, as long as she kept them happy in other ways. That’s just how things work, right? 

“Are you going to the meeting tomorrow? They’re doing something called a re-org-an-iz-ation.” Julia sounded out the word and looked blankly at Amina. “I dunno what that means though!”

Amina distractedly pushed out her tits and posed for a quick selfie before returning to her texting. “Yeah, I dunno. I just go if someone tellsh me to.” 

Julia nodded. It was way easier not to worry about that sort of stuff and just do whatever they asked. Julia posed in the mirror and examined her gauzy top and short teal skirt. She looked hot - probably one of the hottest girls in the whole office. Smooth tanned legs, tight ass, meticulous make-up… but her examination was cut short by the ringing of her office phone. 

“Hi!” Julia answered eagerly. 

“Uhm, hello. Quick accounting question for you,” the voice on the other end indicated, before launching into a rambling question. Ugh, Julia hated these random calls about accountening, or whatever. She didn’t know why they kept calling her about this stuff. 

She waited until the voice had stopped rambling. “mmkay, so, like, I’m gonna make a note that you, umm… called, and have someone who knows about this stuff call you back, kay?” The voice started to ramble again, so Julia just hung up. Amina was still busily texting and seemed not to have noticed.

“So girl,” Julia said, licking her lips, “wanna go see if Brad’s interested in a threesome?”