“Leave me alone Cory! This is weird and creepy! This is why we broke up over the summer! You can't do this, not as we are about to start our senior year tomorrow! For a computer genius you really are stupid sometimes!” Kate said as stomped away angrily from her ex boyfriend.
Kate had been eager to get started on her course work for the year that she came in a day early to prep but was rudely interrupted by her Cory her ex boyfriend who she had been dodging calls from all summer.
“Please Kate! I did this for you! I know you were against this plan from the start but you have to help me finish it now, it will change you life!” Cory pleaded with her while holding the length of hair extensions he had stolen from Tanya, the biggest bitch in school.
“I didn’t want you to do this! Even if I believed that you were right, that Tanya got her confidence, her meanness, her power from her hair extensions, why would I ever want that?” Kate said finally stopping to face him.
“Because she’s been your bully for years and if you can take that power from her then you can finally stand up to her.” Cory said with no ounce of insincerity.
Kate wasn’t buying it though, she knew he just got off on this ‘corruption fetish’. She had caught him one day jacking off to posts online from some woman called ‘Evie’. Each story had someone go from a loser into a slutty mean bitch like Tanya. Even now she could see his crotch twitch.
It was why they broke up. Cory got it into his mind that because Tanya wore extensions that they were somehow the source of her ‘bitchiness’. The whole thing was absurd to Kate and the stories she had read were filthy. She wished he would listen to her. That’s when it hit her. All of Evie’s stories that she had read had the men subservient to the women so if she could ‘transform’ then maybe she could tell him to leave her alone for good.
“Fine! Give me that stupid thing!” Kate said annoyed as Cory handed her the hair and then handed her a bag.
“Wait what’s all this?” She asked about the bag.
“Well I figured once you change you’ll want to be in something more Tanya’s style, so inside is a dress, jewelry, makeup, and shoes.” He said with a sick grin. Kate rolled her eyes.
“Fine but stay here, I’m getting changed in the bathroom.” She said and he looked sad that he wouldn’t see the transformation first hand.
Entering the bathroom she emptied the bag onto the counter and saw with disgust the tight slutty clothes he had chosen. Sighing she just made peace with what she was about to do, once she had this done she could move on with her life.
Stripping off her baggy clothes she poured herself into the slick leather pants and tight white top. Both surprisingly fit her well. She had never considered herself to be the same size as Tanya but then again she was used to dressing as if it was perpetual winter. Even her boobs looked pretty good in the top, it helped that she had developed early but hid them from the world.
Eyeing the jewelry next, she put on the hoop earrings and the necklace. She thought she would feel weighed down by it all, but it all felt remarkably light on her body. The necklace even drew the eye to her cleavage, as if by design.
Next she stepped into the high heel shoes which were bigger than anything she was used to. Taking her first few steps she felt unsteady but after about a minute she was a natural. She thought to herself that her years wearing soccer cleats must be helping her adapt quickly.
Her most daunting task were the fake nails and makeup. She hated makeup with a passion but she needed to do this so picked up the makeup brush and began applying a soft foundation. It reminded her of art class which she loved and imagined her face as a canvas. She gave herself a smoky eye, a bold lip, sharp eyebrows. She was actually impressed by it all. Her lips looked fuller, her blue eyes more piercing.
Snapping on the long fake nails was a breeze too. She never understood before how girls could do anything with their nails so long but as she took out her phone to take a quick selfie of her finished self she found the clicky clack of the nails against her phone screen strangely satisfying.
However before she took the picture she realized she was missing one thing, the main thing that this was all about. The hair. Picking up the long extensions, Kate was thankful that her and Tanya had the same shade of colour otherwise it would look odd.
Clipping it on, she quickly found it was hard to find where her own hair ended and the extensions began. Running her hand through it she couldn’t find the seam, it all felt the same.
According to all the filthy stories she had read this was the moment where the ‘evil’ part of her would take over or Tanya’s soul would corrupt hers. Instead she just broke out into a laugh. She couldn’t believe Cory actually believed this would do anything. When she had broken up with him she had been crest fallen about it but now she was glad she had.
“What a loser.” She muttered to herself as she stroked her hair. She did have to admit she felt kind of empowered being in the get up. As if she were like a super hero who transformed into their costume. Although she was dressed more like a baddie in every sense of the word. Now she just had to act the part.
Closing her eyes she remembered back to the Evie stories she had read and tried to channel the girls in them. She thought about Tanya and her walk, her posture, her sneer. If she was going to get Cory to stop bothering her for good she needed to be convincing.
Opening her eyes she put a hand on her hip and stared at her reflection with the same contempt she has seen in Tanya’s face a thousand times, like she had smelt something rotten. The makeup helped make her expression cold and cruel.
“You think you can just walk around here dressed like a bargain bin reject and not get bullied, haha you’re pathetic.” Kate said with pitch perfect bitchy tone followed by an evil grin that curled up naturally.
“You’re the new girl here so you don’t yet understand that I rule this place. I’m the queen bee. I’m the head bitch. I’m Kate…” she began to say but her own name felt weird. Kate wasn’t the name of a bullying bitch, it belonged to a kind and sporty girl who kept to herself. No she needed a new name for her new persona.
When the name came to her she knew she was ready. Taking one last look at herself, she gave herself a wink and strutted out of the bathroom.
The first thing Cory heard was the clip clop of her heels and so was drawn to looking at her feet first. His eyes travelled up her body and every inch closer to the top he found himself get harder. By the time he got to her face he was pitching a tent.
“Eww do you have a boner you creep?” Kate said in her fake bitchy tone but the disgust was all hers. She couldn’t believe she ever dated him.
“I’m sorry Kate you just look like, my god…” he said his mouth agape. Kate knew she needed to turn on the haughty superiority, someone like Tanya wouldn’t stand for this.
“Kate? Who the fuck is Kate? I’m Kayleigh and why are you even talking to me loser?” She snarled at him. He seemed to shrink in her presence, a fact that made Kayleigh strangely proud.
“I-I’m sorry Ka-Kayleigh I d-didn’t mean anything by…” he started but Kayleigh just rolled her eyes.
“D-d-d-dipshit. God you’re pathetic. Is this what the school has in terms of men? Don’t you ever bother me again you hear me? Now scram loser before I give you something to really stutter about.” Kayleigh said glaring at Cory who froze for a moment before running off down the hall. Kayleigh watched as he tried to hide his erection from her.
“Phew that outta do it.” She thought and dropped her bitchy stance, letting her shoulders slump. However what she heard next sent a shiver through her body.
“Impressive what you did to that little weasel.” Said a voice behind her that she knew belonged to Tanya. Reasserting her mean girl stance, Kate pivoted around to see Tanya leaning against a doorway.
This couldn’t have gone south quicker, Kate thought, here she was standing feet away from her bully, wearing her clothes, jewelry, makeup and shoes. Tanya strutted over to her like a predator. Inside Kate braced herself but Tanya stopped just in front of her.
“You know I caught him stealing from me recently? Glad someone made him realize what a twerp he is. Are you new here?” Tanya said eying Kate but seeing only Kayleigh. If Kate was going to get out of this unscathed she needed to continue to act like Kayleigh a little more.
“Yeah I am. Its Kayleigh. Daddy got a job here and we are scouting schools. I have to say that this one isn’t impressing me much.” Kayleigh said, the disgusted tone flowing effortlessly out of her mouth.
“Ugh tell me about it. I begged mommy and daddy to send me to Alpha prep but they wanted me to mingle with the ‘common’ kids.” Tanya said disdainfully.
“Alpha prep? Babe those uniforms would have looked bomb on your fabulous figure.” Kayleigh said flattering her enemy.
“Right? I had all these plans to modify it to make me the hottest bitch there but being queen of this dump does have its perks, like getting early access to test answers for the semester, otherwise I wouldn't be seen dead here on a weekend." Tanya said holding up a sheet of paper with various subjects listed.
“Totally. Being here on a Sunday is making my skin crawl.” Kayleigh sneered in a way that Tanya found familiar but enjoyable. She didn’t recognize her own sneer that Kayleigh was mimicking perfectly.
"Hey why don't you let me take you to the mall and I'll show you around the best stores and I can fill you in on all the juicy gossip. I can give you a better sense of this school than you can walking these dusty halls.” Tanya asked. This wasn’t what Kate had in mind, she knew this would just prolong her time as Kayleigh but she was finding herself not caring as much as she had before. A few hours of pretend wouldn’t kill her.
“Totes babe I was thinking the exact same thing.” Kayleigh said and Tanya practically grabbed her and locked arms with her.
“I’ll show you what fun two hotties like us can have. By the way I love your outfit, it’s totally my style.” Tanya smiled at her as she led Kayleigh out of the school away from her baggy clothes hidden in the bathroom, away from her identity as Kate.
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"Miss Black, how many times have you been told you that running shoes are not part of our uniform?" said the kind but stern Principal Kent, catching Kelly between classes. "I know, sir, but my shoes were taken by the other girls, Samantha and her gang. I only have my trainers left."
Kent looked at her, still stern, but a flicker of empathy registered in his face. "One of these days, Kelly, you're going to have to stand up to them. You need to be more aggressive. For now, here take this key, it will get you into the confiscation room, there is surely to be a pair of shoes in there you can borrow. Quickly now!" he said hoping no one would see his obvious favouritism to Kelly.
Kelly nodded, feeling the weight of isolation as she walked down the corridor. Bullied and friendless, the boarding school seemed like a never-ending maze of hostility. As she entered the contraband room, she wondered if there would ever be a day when she could break free from the clutches of Samantha and her gang.
Kelly scoured the room, scanning through a sea of forgotten and illicit items. She passed a whole host of things that ranged from cigarettes all the way to dildos. There seemed to be items from every decade in there.
Finally her eyes fell upon the box marked 'shoes.' Inside, an array of styles and vintage greeted her, but one pair seized her attention immediately. Sky high white stilettos, barely acceptable within the dress code, beckoned her. These were shoes she would have never considered before; too sexy, too trashy, she thought, for her plain, boring body.
And yet something about them was nearly daring her to try them, to step outside her comfort zone. Hesitant, Kelly pulled the stilettos from the box. As she ran her fingers along the shiny material them, a rebellious spark ignited within her. Perhaps it was time for a change, a departure from the identity imposed on her by Samantha and her gang. She tried them on, the unfamiliar sensation of height and confidence taking hold.
She unsteadily walked a few feet to a nearby lengthwise mirror and took in her reflection. The shoes looked ridiculous on her, her messy hair, glasses and oversized clothes clashed immediately with the shoes. She cursed to herself. For even thinking they might look good on her.
However as she reached down to take them off the stilettos suddenly seemed to tighten around her feet of their own accord. A strange sensation washed over her, making her lightheaded. Dark purple wisps wafted off the shoes, swirling up her legs and around her body. The room crackled with an energy both electric and foreboding.
Kelly gasped as the purple cloud shot into her mouth and slithered down her throat making her cough. Despite the discomfort she felt a most pleasurable sensation start in her stomach and radiate outwards. She felt her very bones creak and her skin stretch and go taut in equally measure. Her body somehow changing.
The shoes, now snug against her feet, seemed to sculpt her legs, elongating them with an ethereal elegance. Her posture shifted, adopting a more defiant stance that hinted at newfound confidence. The curves of her silhouette became more pronounced, as if the magic sought to highlight a beauty that had long been overlooked.
“Ohhh god what’s happening to me? I feel so… nasty.” She groaned as the changes continued.
Her clothing, seemingly touched by the same mystical forces, clung to her transformed figure with a provocative allure. The ordinary uniform tightened around her increasingly shrinking stomach. Her shirt tied up at the middle to expose her new flat midriff and to act as a bra for her now bigger tits. The once modest knee length skirt shortened to a length that would expose her privates with the most subtle of breezes.
The very thought would have made Kelly blush previously but was now turning her on. So much so that she was delighted when she felt her underwear dissolve away leaving her pussy bare.
“Oh fuck yes it’ll be so much easier to fuck studs like this. Oh god what am I saying? That’s not the kind of girl I am! Mmmm but I could be.” She groaned in pleasure.
Her messy brunette locks underwent a startling change, gradually transitioning to a lustrous and thick mane, gaining several inches in height as if was made of hairspray.
Simultaneously, fake nails snapped on her fingers. As if guided by an unseen hand, they took on a polished white sheen to match her new shoes. Finally her skin took on a bronzed fake tan look from head to toe and thick sexy makeup covered her face.
As Kelly eyed herself in the mirror, a personality crystallized in her mind. The girl staring back at her wasn’t some delicate well spoken wallflower who bent to the orders of anyone, not least Samantha and her clique of stuck up princesses.
No, Kelly was now a girl who did whatever she wanted and fuck the consequences. She was a trashy bitch who lived for life’s pleasure’s. A wicked grin crept across her face. "Fuck, look at me now, I’m proper changed, innit? No more being the soft target for those posh sluts. I feel so nasty and mean, I fuckin’ love it!"
She played with her thick hair, and started chewing on gum that had somehow appeared in her mouth. "Gone from plain Jane to a fuckin' babe. Never thought I'd look so good as slutty chav."
Her eyes glinted with a rebellious fire. "Those slag bullies won't know what to do with me. I'm not a fuckin’ pushover anymore.” She laughed to herself as she picked up the box of cigarettes she had seen earlier and sparked up on.
She breathed in deep its smoke, letting it coat her lungs. She blew a perfect ring as if she had done it a thousand times. She ran her fingers along the shelves of the room pocketing or wearing anything that caught her eye. She quickly lost track of time and ignored the bell ring signalling the end of class.
She was just eying a huge dildo when Principal Kent, concerned by Kelly's prolonged absence, entered the room with a purpose. However, as his eyes fell upon the transformed figure before him, shock and disbelief painted his features. "Kelly, what in the world..."
She looked at him first like the authorial figure he was and was about to scowl but then something started to grow inside of her, a sudden lust. Kelly had always been fond of Kent and that fondness had transformed into a newfound need to fuck him. She couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of tasting his dick and making him cum inside her. She stubbed her cigarette on the ground with her new heels and walked over to him like a panther.
She walked past his open mouthed stance and closed the door. With a turn of the lock she sealed the two of them in. She put her hands behind her butt and arched her back at him, pushing out her cleavage. Kent gulped.
“Ohhhh sir, I’m so glad you came, I got locked in here by mistake. You’re my knight in shining armour.” She said with a dangerous smile as she slowly approached him. He backed away into a shelf, pinned in by the new Kelly.
“Miss Black, I think we need to find you some help, why don’t we…” He began nervously.
Her wicked grin cut through his words as she stood confidently in his path. "Principal Kent, no need for help. I’ve learned the one thing you’ve always said I needed to be. Aggressive. And call me Kelly, babe."
In a bold move, Kelly seized Principal Kent by the head, pulling him into a deep and unexpected kiss. As their lips met, the magic within her stomach rose up and out her mouth entering Kent’s body. Kelly pulled back from their kiss and found Kent to be in a sort of trance.
“Well isn’t this a surprise?” Kelly said waving her hand in front of his face to no reaction while tasting the lingering magic on her lips. Smirking to herself she undid his belt buckle and let his pants slide to the floor. Pulling his underwear down she was dismayed to find a fairly insignificant penis staring back at her.
“Let’s see what my slutty magic mouth can do about this.” She grinned as she wrapped her pink lips around his cock and began sucking. To her delight she felt it grow larger in her mouth. However Kent seemed to break from his trance by her slurping but rather than stop her he grabbed her hair and guided his cock in and out of her mouth.
“Oh fuck yes you dirty slag, suck my big cock. Oh what am I saying? What are you doing to me.” He groaned in confusion but finding it hard to stop himself. Kelly looked up at him with satisfied dirty look on her face as she watched the magic start to spiral out from her mouth, down his shaft and infect the rest of his body.
His body began to bulk outwards along his arms and legs, becoming strong and muscular. His flabby middle aged stomach sucked in and became a toned six pack. He aged backwards, going from his 40 something self into an 18 year old hunk with a stylish haircut and chiselled jaw line. His muted suit turned into one of the school uniforms that barely contained his new bulging form.
He couldn’t help but look at himself in the mirror as Kelly continued to suck him off. He flexed his muscles and practiced a scowl. Like Kelly before him he found a new persona emerge the more he looked at his reflection. One that was mean, cruel and loved to bully. The only thing he loved more was his bitchy girlfriend Kelly.
He felt his huge dick start to spasm as he let the new personality take over, he was about to cum but Kelly had other plans. Pulling his dick out of her mouth she started to stroke it slowly as she stood up and slipped her wet pussy onto it. They both moaned in unison as she did.
“Ohhhh fuck babe I don’t know what you did to me but I fucking love it. I feel like such a bastard now.” He grinned.
“Stop bloody talking will ya and fuck me!” She said with a cheeky grin as he lifted her off the ground and pushed her against a wall. She groaned in ecstasy Ashe rammed his member into her wanting pussy again and again.
“Cum in me you fucking bastard!” She groaned loudly that she was sure most of school would hear. Kent obliged by thrusting long and hard into her. The magic that she had imparted on him was now re-entering her body. With each drop of cum coming in Kent started to revert back to his older form.
“No! No! What’s happening to me?” Kent cried out as he slowly dropped Kelly to the ground unable to hold her with his weaker arms. Kelly smirked to herself as she watched Kent turn completely back to his normal self.
“Sorry babe, but the magic likes to come back to me, I can’t help it can I? But tell you what, you be a good little principal and let me do whatever the fuck I want and we can make this a daily thing. Deal?” She said as she toyed with her hair.
Kent looked at her tight body and her sexy smile and knew he would do anything she asked. Anything to feel strong again and anything to feel her warm pussy again. He nodded. With that Kelly disappeared into the shelves to retrieve something.
“Good. First things first, the uniform code doesn’t apply to me anymore got it? I can wear whatever the fuck I want from know on got it?” She called out from deep in the room.
“Oh I don’t think I can do that, it will be obvious favouritism….” He started but trailed off as Kelly emerged dressed in a new outfit. He gulped and felt his dick get instantly hard.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to be your new student liaison, or something proper like that, so I’ll need to stand out from the rest of school or make up whatever excuse you want I don’t fucking care. Either way we’re going to be spending a lot more time together and you’re going to help me rule this dump. Aren’t you babe?” She said more as a statement of fact than a request.
She didn’t need to sink to her knees and suck him off again but she had gotten so horny thinking about what a mean bitchy queen chav she was going to be that she wanted big strong Kent back and Kent wasn’t going to argue.
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Every year the reduced sunlight, the biting cold and the work fatigue would sap his will and his strength and leave him a broken wreck. He would slip into a deep depression - a seasonal disorder that left him a shadow of himself until the Spring.
Worst of all his libido would virtually vanish, leaving him unable to get interested in sex with his hot girlfriend Michelle. Even her massive tits and her tight shaved pussy couldn't rouse his cock.
Michelle, who had a very high sex drive, tried every trick to get him to fuck her. Slutty lingerie, morning blow jobs, role-play and even porn. But nothing worked.
Frustrated, she was left jilling herself to her favourite porn and fucking her dildo for the whole of the winter months.
Kieran could see and hear her now, moaning and groaning, her juices soaking the bed as her vibrator buzzed and she played with her massive tits. She was panting and moaning as she watched some stud fucking a bitch with massive tits and she was clearly getting off on it and imagining it was her.
"Ohhh fuck baby I love it when you fuck my big titties, fucking take me..." she panted like a slut, her eyes squeezed shut and her face a mask of rapture.
Most guys would have had a raging hard on watching something like this, but it had no affect on Kieran or his libido. He just felt even more depressed and inferior that he couldn't even satisfy his horny girlfriend.
He impassively watched as Michelle's pussy squirted more juices onto the bed and she began to cum. "Ohhhhh fuck yes, fucking take meeeee!" But there was no hard cock inside her, just her vibrator and fingers. She groaned in frustration as she shook and orgasmed hard.
"Ohhh fuck I wish I could get some real hard cock," she moaned and she looked at him with an annoyed expression.
"I hate that I have to do this all winter because you can't get it up for me."
Kieran scowled. "It's not my fault. I just can't cope at this time of year."
Her eyes narrowed. "There must be something we can do. I'm gonna ask my bestie."
"Who? Willow? That girl who claims to practice magic?"
Michelle nodded. "She DOES know how to practice magic. Believe me. I was flat-chested before I met her."
"Fuck off," laughed Kieran.
"No really," smirked Michelle lovingly fondling her huge boobs. "She helped me get these babies and I'm sure she can offer a suggestion on our little problem. I'll go ask her right now."
*****
It had been a few hours. Kieran examined the little necklace that Michelle was now wearing. She had returned a short while ago babbling some crazy plan, but it didn't look like much to him.
"This is women's magic babe. Only I can use it. I found a solution at last. You see, according to Willow, I can use this to swap bodies with you."
He snorted. "What? How is that supposed to help?"
"Willow says that as me you'll have my drives and desires. My body isn't affected by SAD. You'll feel much better. Trust me. I'll be stuck in your miserable body, but I'm sure I can cope long enough to get you better.
Grabbing his hand quickly before he could object, she placed it over the necklace and then placed her own hand over the top of his. "Verto!" she intoned.
For a moment nothing happened. Kieran could feel Michelle's heart thudding excitedly. Then he began to feel it. The pull. The attraction to her body.
He was being sucked into her. He felt his soul being irresistibly drawn out of his body and flowing into hers. He could feel the warmth of her body, the soft tickle of her hair - the generous weight of her full breasts.
It felt fucking amazing.
Kieran was rushing through her body, replacing Michelle, BECOMING Michelle. He tasted her lipstick, smelled her perfume, felt her clothes clinging to his body.
Staggering backwards, Kieran looked down. He had become his girlfriend. He could feel her tight clothing on his soft skin and now the little magic necklace hung around his neck.
Looking down Kieran could see the massive swell of his huge breasts and feel their weight supported by a bra. He wiggled his fingers and looked in fascination at his manicured nails. Brushing his long hair out of his eyes, he reached backwards to grab his own firm ass and a giggle forced it's way out of his mouth.
New hormones raced round his body and to his amazement he felt the stirrings of lust and arousal. It felt... good... to be a woman. His own curvaceous body was turning him on and he felt his nipples start to harden.
"Holy fuck," he heard himself groan.
Looking up Kieran saw that his own body was moving around around and examining itself. It was so weird to see himself animated by Michelle's soul.
"God... I feel so uggggh flat and exhausted. Is this how it feels to have SAD? I'm sorry babe, I didn't realise how bad it was!"
"That's okay," grinned Kieran stretching and enjoying the feeling of his new slutty nee body. He felt amazing and more than that... he felt horny. For some reason he felt the words spilling out of his mouth. "Wanna fuck?"
What the Hell? He was a man, he shouldn't be thinking about big cock sliding in and out of his mouth, his ass... his pussy - but Michelle's body was really doing a number on him.
If she thought it was weird that he wanted to bang though, she didn't show any sign. Instead, Michelle in his body looked at him wearily. "Ughh, not really. I feel like I need a lie down. I'm so tired. I'm just going to have a rest for a bit and then maybe later... ughhh I feel like shit."
Kieran watched in disapointment as Michelle staggered away. He felt fine. He felt GOOD. Serotonin and oestrogen pumped round his curvy body and his skin tingled pleasantly.
He felt a growing need, a sexual desire that this body almost always had. Fuckkkk he had no idea Michelle always felt so horny. No wonder she was so frustrated with him.
Stripping down to his underwear, he admired his new body for a bit and enjoyed the feeling of horniness. This was WAY better than feeling down and glum.
He made some green tea (not noticing that this was Michelle's favourite drink and he usually hated it) and walked around the kitchen feeling increasingly restless. He
"I need... mmmmh I need to touch myself," he groaned. "This body... mmmmh needs to cum."
Going up to the office, Kieran saw that Michelle had left her laptop open and next to it was a big thick black dilldo and her vibrator.
Booting up the computer, he was pleased to see it recognised his face and the screen unlocked without a problem.
He opened the web-browser and it instantly went to the porn website she had been using last night. He was about to click play and begin touching himself when he suddenly noticed that there was a folder with a load of saved bookmarks inside marked PRIVATE.
Opening it and using his face to unlock the security, Keiran's mouth dropped open.
There were hundreds of saved bookmarks inside and they all had the same thing in common. Every single one was about cuckolding. Every porn scene was about a woman cheating on her husband and fucking other men. A lot of the girls had big tits and enjoyed dominating their husbands or boyfriends. The ones that Michelle seemed to watch the most - the girls kind of looked like her.
"She... she's into cuckolding?" He played one of the videos in fascination.
As he watched Kieran felt his pussy get wetter and wetter. His nipples got hard and he moaned in pleasure as he began to touch himself.
He couldn't believe his wife was into this shit. Had she ever cheated on him? Was he a cuck and he didn't know yet? For some reason the idea turned him on even more.
"Fuckkk this is so hot," groaned Kieran as his hands closed round the vibrator. In the video he was watching a hung six foot black guy was fucking a woman in front of her husband. The vibrator clicked on and Kieran brought it down to his tight shaven pussy.
"Mmmmmmh, ohhhhh fuck yessss," hissed Kieran as he played with his pussy and felt his new clit throb and vibrate. Pulling a huge tit out of his bra, he groped and squeezed it, rubbing his own nipple and enjoying how good it felt.
He began to imagine himself as the girl in the video; dressed in slutty lingerie and bent over on all fours as his powerful bull pulled his hair and fucked him hard from behind. Kieran felt his lips twist into a cruel smile as he imagined Michelle in his body being forced to watch as he got pumped. He giggled as he imagined taunting and teasing her.
"Mmmh how's your seasonal depression now loser? You enjoy watching me get fucked?"
Imagining it caused Kieran to groan uncontrollably and he began to buck and hump the air. He began to squirt hard, juices raining down on the screen as he screamed and moaned in pleasure.
"Ohhhh fuckkkk.. ohhh fuckkk yessss!"
Kieran loved how evil and dirty it felt to get off to the cuckold porn. Wiping his juices from the screen, he began to browse through the other websites.
This... this was so fucking hot. He needed more.
****
Michelle felt like shit.
It had been three days since the swap and no matter how much rest she got, no matter what she did - Kieran's SAD was stronger.
Whilst she sat depressed and sick on the sofa, by contrast Kieran had never been so full of life.
He had thrown himself into being her and quickly mastered the skills a woman needed. Makeup, high heels, washing and drying her long hair.
If anything Kieran inside her was more bold and confident than she'd ever been. She raised an eyebrow at first when she saw he'd taken to wearing her skimpiest outfits that showed off her massive tits at every opportunity.
"If you have it... flaunt it," he giggled when she asked him about it. "In fact, I thought I might go shopping today and buy some more outfits. I wanna buy some even sluttier lingerie. Wanna come and help me choose?"
Michelle considered the offer, but she just felt so ughhh right now. "I... no, I think I'll just stay here."
"Okay," smiled Kieran seemingly unbothered. "I'll see you later then."
Sliding into a pair of black high heels and grabbing her handbag, he clopped off, his fingers already dancing over her mobile phone.
She regretted swapping phones now, as it meant he had access to all her friends, but Kieran had been very convincing at the time. She just hoped he didn't find her secret Tinder account or porn stash.
She'd never actually DONE anything, but she had a pretty racy account and had been enjoying the online flirting and fantasising. Her online cuckolding fetish was just that. A fetish. She would never actually betray her husband, no matter how hot it made her feel to imagine.
Of course Kieran wouldn't ever do anything in her body to cheat or cuckold her. He didn't even know about her secret fantasy. She imagined him out shopping now, trying on slutty clothes flirting with men.
Her cock twitched.
Michelle looked down in amazement. Her dick... so far completely flaccid and unresponsive was now starting to react. For the first time, she felt a glimmer of arousal.
She imagined Kieran in her body sucking a big thick cock. His slutty head bobbing up and down as he giggled. "Mmmh oh yess baby, soooo much bigger than my boyfriends."
Her dick stiffened and got hard.
For the first time since the swap, Michelle felt a lessening of the energy sapping SAD. Her hand wrapped round her dick and began to pump. Mmmmh that felt good.
Opening her eyes, Michelle unlocked Kieran's phone and searched for cuckold porn. Playing one of her favourite videos she began to pump and stroke his cock.
A few minutes later she began to cum. It felt good, really good as cum flowed out of her cock and splattered over her belly. She felt good.
Wiping up the mess, Michelle now felt a horniness for more. It seemed the only thing that could turn on and satisfy her new male body was the thought of being cuckolded. Even now, imagining Kieran using her body to cheat on her with superior men was turning her on.
She began to stroke again, but this time to edge at the brink of orgasm as long as possible. It was the only thing keeping the SAD at bay.
She didn't know how long she sat there pumping and stroking away to the cuckold porn on her phone screen, but she was finally startled from her reverie by a giggle and a laugh.
"Holy shit, is that what you've been doing all the time I've been out?"
Michelle screamed and dropping the phone, pulled up her pants. But it was too late, the damage was done.
Picking up the phone, Kieran smirked as he flicked through her browser. "So... cuckold porn hey? Is this what you're into?"
"I... it's the only thing your stupid body seems to respond to. It feels good."
Reaching down Kieran pulled her trousers back and slid a hand round her cock. His massive tits were next to her face and she could smell her perfume.
"Is this what turns you on baby? The thought of me inside your body fucking another man? Doing the things you were always too afraid to try?"
"Nooooo," she groaned as he started to stroke her cock.
"Ohhh I think it is. I think this is what turns you on. There you are - stuck in my body - crippled by seasonal depression and getting turned on by seeing me live your sexy life."
Michelle's cock was rock hard, Kieran giggled as he stroked up and down and bending over he spat on her cock to lube it up.
"Mmmmh just imagine how hot it would be to see me take another man's cock and play with it. Would you like that baby?"
Michelle didn't answer, but her cock did - cum erupting out as she groaned and Kieran laughed with glee.
"Mmmmh I'll take that as a yes. I think we have LOTS to talk about."
"Wh... what do you mean?" asked Michelle feeling embarassed and sticky.
"About your cuckold fetish of course. The fetish I'd like to turn into a reality. You see it turns ME on to think about it too and guess what? I just found your Tinder account. Now would you like to see the lingerie I just bought?"
******
Michelle watched nervously as Kieran checked out his sexy red lingerie and examined himself in the mirror. She couldn't believe this was really happening.
"Do you think he'll actually turn up?" he asked excitedly. "It's already making my pussy wet."
"I... I can't believe you're really doing this Kiera . Are you sure you really want to?"
Kieran giggled and Michelle marvelled at how naturally feminine and sexy he sounded.
"You bet I do. But babe, I have a favour to ask. Will you stop calling me Kieran. Call me... Keira instead. I switched your name on Tinder to protect your identity and I kinda like it. Ohhh and why don't I start calling you Michael so that there isn't any confusion?"
Kiera smiled and SHE adjusted her bra to give the best view of her incredible rack. Meanwhile Michael felt a nervous excitement and HE began to feel a stirring in his cock as he watched his sexy girlfriend get ready to whore herself out to another man.
The roles had been reveresed, masculine was now feminine and vice-versa. Michelle and Kieran were now Kiera and Michael.
There came a knock at the door and Keira breathed excitedly. "He's here."
Slipping into a silk robe she swayed to the door and unlocked it. The man behind the door was handsome, tall and well built. He had a bottle of red wine in one hand and he grinned as he saw Keira looked just like her profile.
His eyes flicked nervously to Michael. "Wait is he the guy who...?"
"Yes, this is Michael my cuck. He's going to watch everything. Is that okay?"
"You bet it is," grinned the man reaching into kiss Keira.
"Mmmmmh," she purred as they French kissed. Taking the bottle from her new lover she passed it to Michael. "Go open this whilst I show Jason around."
Michael went to the kitchen and opened the bottle to let it breathe. He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe that Keira was about to live out her dirty fantasy. The worst bit was - he was so fucking excited.
He went back to the living room to ask if they both wanted a glass, but they weren't there. Walking down the corridor to the bedroom, Michael hesitantly pushed open the door.
They'd started without him. Driven by lust and desire, the tour of the bedroom must have only lasted seconds before they were all over each other.
Keira's gown had been flung across the room and she was now hungrily kissing Jason. His hands were on her ass, then her breasts - possessively squeezing and rubbing her perfect smooth flesh.
"Ohhh fuck yes baby," she groaned as he popped a massive breast out of it's cup and hungrily licked her nipple. "Mmmmhhh fuck yes!"
Michael stood in the doorway watching. The couple either were not aware of his presence or they were just ignoring him. That was kind of hot.
Kiera's hands were eagerly working at Jason's crotch. Unzipping his pants her hand snaked into his trousers and she began to pump his cock up and down. He groaned appreciatively and his trousers fell open revealing his massive cock in Kiera's slutty hands.
"Fuck yes. It's so much bigger than my boyfriends." With that, Keira began to suck.
Michael couldn't believe it. It was almost word for word and action for action the same as his fantasy. His cock was rock hard.
Keira's pink lips slid easily round Jason's jutting cock. Her cheeks balooned out slightly and a wet sucking sound filled the room as she began to glug her head back and forward. Jason grunted appreciatively and placed his hands gently on her head.
"Mmmmh yeah suck it bitch."
Keira suddenly gave Michael a side glance, and even with a huge cock in her mouth managed to smile. "Mmmpphhhmmm," she groaned making it quite clear she was in love with this new dick.
Jason slid his dick in and out of Kiera's mouth as she used her hands to massage his balls. Spittle and saliva dripped down onto her cleavage as she took the dick deeper and deeper.
She sucked him off for nearly five minutes. Michael couldn't understand how Jason had not cum yet. He would never have been able to last that long.
Unzipping his own fly, he slowly edged and pumped his smaller cock, trying to go slow so as not to blow too soon.
Blowjob over, Keira was now busy fucking Jason's cock with her tits. Grabbing and squeezing them togther, she knelt on the floor as he sat on the bed and she pumped his dick up and down whilst pouring lube into his cleavage. "Mmmmh nice and slippy baby. You like fucking my big titties?"
Jason clearly did. He stroked her hair and seeing Michael watching laughed and smirked. "Stupid little cuck, yout girlfriends hot tits are mine now. You ready to watch me fuck the shit out of her?"
How to explain?
How to explain those were his tits, his body? That he wasn't actually Michael, but Michelle? How to explain how hot he was finding all of this?
"Yesss baby, fuck me like a slut," moaned Keira who had been rubbing her pussy almost continously. Her panties were soaked and leaving the stockings and red garter in place, she eagerly pulled them aside to reveal her tight slit.
She turned to Michael. "Tell me to stop and I will? But you want to see it don't you? You want to see Jason's big cock go inside? Say it."
"I... I wanna see his cock go inside you... I do."
Climbing up onto the bed, Keira smiled as Jason positioned his cock outside her hole and she spread her legs wide. "Damn bitch, you and your boyfriend are kinky."
"Oh you have no idea, but you heard the loser. Fuck me," she pleaded.
Later Michael would remember every detail of what happened next. He would remember the sound of that massive cock as it slid into Keira's airtight pussy, the groan of animal pleasure from her lips... the way her legs locked around his waist and she humped against him as if in heat.
The bounce of her tits, the way those massive milkers flopped up and down as Jason rhythmically fucked her harder and harder. The slap of his balls against her ass, the way her fingers curled to clutch the sheets.
Most of all he would remember the way she looked at him and smirked. That was the hottest part of all.
The fucked missionary, the fucked doggy. They fucked with Keira's legs in the air and with her riding on top cowgirl. Sweat dripped down their bodies, the room was full of the sounds of fucking. Moans, grunts, gasps, wet sounds of lust and depravity.
Keira looked like a pornstar in her red lingerie getting railed. She looked like a primal Goddess.
She came multiple times. Squirting, spraying, screaming. Her legs would shake and her eyes roll up as she creamed Jason's cock again and again. His stamina was amazing though. They'd fucked for nearly an hour and tried nearly eight different positions when he finally broke.
"Ahhh shit, I'm gonna cum."
Pulling out, Kiera obediently sank to her knees and begged him to cum in her mouth. She sucked his dick again, tasting her own pussy juices and moaning like a whore - till with a juddering scream Jason unloaded in her mouth.
Cum flooded inside, filling her mouth and leaking out down her chin. She laughed and giggled blowing cum bubbles and swallowing some of the thick creamy load.
The rest was on her lips and face and smiling she crawled over to Michael. "Kiss me."
Keira Frenched kissed him and he tasted Jason's cum as she moaned and pushed her tongue into his mouth.
"Now go and get us some wine. We'll have a break before starting round two."
"Yo... you're going to fuck him again?"
"Of course Michael. He's staying the night in our room. You'll have to sleep on the sofa. Now be a good boy and fetch the wine."
Michael whimpered. He imagined he was going to be up all night listening to them rutting. It was going to be a very long night.
In fact, it was going to be a very long winter.
****
It was March.
Two months. Two months of living as a man. Two months of being Keira's cuckold. All that time Michael had been feeling so weak and pathetic. He did whatver Keira told him and never fought back.
Keira had spent the winter fucking guy after guy. Spending money, going out, partying and fucking. She had been enjoying the best time of her life whilst Michael was trapped at home with crippling seasonal depression.
He was SAD.
But now, the days were getting longer and the sunlight was filling the sky. Michael was starting to feel better. He had more energy and his mood was better.
He wanted his body back.
He wanted to be Michelle again. He wanted to be a girl. He wanted his turn to be the slut.
After all, it had always been HIS fantasy and now when he became Michelle again it would be his turn to have a bull and get fucked good.
There was only one problem.
One night whilst Keira was sleeping Michael had tried to wear the necklace and swap them back. Nothing had happened. Nothing because the magic would only work for a girl.
In the end she'd gone to Keira and begged. Begged for them to swap back. But Keira wasn't interested.
Not until Willow provided a solution. A magical contract. From now on they would share each others bodies.
Kiera would be the girl from October - March and Michelle would be one from April - September.
They would share the body and swap at the appropriate time and if either of them broke the contract the swap would become permanent for the other person.
And Keira agreed.
But the funny thing was, when back in her body - Michelle still wasn't confident enough to live as Keira did. Instead she would get off to thinking about the other woman and fantasize about fucking guys but never do it.
Keira was the condident dominant slutty one. Michelle was too much of a sub to ever cuck Kieran.
THE END
And so the two of them began their new relationship. They would eventually marry. Keira would spend all winter being a naughty hit wife and Michelle all summer getting off to it. And best of all... Keiran was never SAD ever again.
Cory didn’t answer, of course—their mouth had gone slack at those words, their eyes glassy, their limbs stiff and rigid. Their Mistress grinned.
She lifted one of Cory’s arms experimentally. It offered no resistance, and when she let go, the arm hung in the air where she’d left it.
“Very good,” she cooed—because even if Cory couldn’t speak, couldn’t react at all, there was some part of them deep inside the dollified shell that glowed at the praise, and throbbed at the hotness of being a passenger inside their own body. And as Mistress posed their blank, vacant plaything, Cory floated in blissful semi-awareness.
Who would want to be a person when being an object felt so good?
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Mitch laughed as he clinked glasses with his three work colleagues and shouted 'cheers'. It was a little hard to be overheard over the usual hubbub of the bar, but they all joined in - by reflex if by nothing else.
Friday nights were particularly noisy in here and everyone was getting a little rowdy. It had been a long hard week and Mitch and his team felt like they deserved a little drink before heading home to their families.
Running a hand through his short cropped hair, Mitch appraised his colleagues as they drank and chatted.
There was Jack, an older employee close to retirement. His bald head was wrinkled, his kind blue eyes looking out of a face full of wisdom. He was calm and measured, a quiet man who preferred to avoid the limelight and help others in the team without taking credit.
Then there was Lucy. Plump and motherly with short hair and a low key look (in this case a denim dress and sneakers) she was a devoted wife and mother who would do anything for her family.
Finally there was Matthew. A sometimes gloomy individual, he was straightlaced and by-the-book. His clothes were always plain and he was cynical with a tendency to overthink things.
Looking at his team, Mitch smiled. They were a strange mismatched sort of team - but somehow they worked. He loved them each in their own way and he also enjoyed what they were capable of when they combined their efforts.
Mitch grinned as he suddenly half-remembered the stupid joke he'd read in the old magazine at his Doctor's surgery last week. There had been something about it which had really wormed his way into his head. It was weird, he normally didn't like jokes like that - but this one had almost leapt into his head like it was alive.
"A bitch, a brat and a bimbo walk into a bar..." he heard himself suddenly say and he shivered as the words seemed to hang in the air and wrap around the group.
"Is that the start of a joke?" laughed Lucy as she waited expectantly for a punchline. "Sounds kind of sexist."
"Errrrrr, I guess - but I can't remember the punchline for some reason," cursed Mitch as he scratched his head.
"A bitch, a brat and a bimbo walk into a bar?" sneered Matthew. "I'm not sure I want to hear the punchline. Sounds like the kind of joke that would get you fired!"
"What's a brat anyway?" asked Jack calmly with a quizzical look in his eye.
"Oh, like a younger woman who acts all spoiled and petty - she usually thinks the world revolves around her," said Lucy.
"Sorry guys," shrugged Mitch. "I can't seem to remember the punchline. It's weird - I'm sure I knew it."
"Well - maybe we can work out what happens if we imagine what those three people would do in a bar. I guess a brat would get men to buy her drinks. A bitch would probably come in here to make some poor guy cheat on his wife... and a bimbo would want to be the centre of attention. Does that jog your memory at all?"
"Nope," shrugged Mitch, "but thanks for trying anyway.
"Speaking of drinks. I'm just going to pay a visit to the mens room," said Jack, "and I'll grab another round of drinks on the way back."
He headed off into the crowd.
************
Chuckling to himself, Jack made his way through the crowd to the bathroom. They were single occupancy so he let himself into a cubicle and locked the door.
Bless that Mitch and his dumb jokes. He wondered whether his colleague would ever remember the punchline.
Brat.
He'd never heard of a brat before. He supposed it must be a modern thing. In his day girls hadn't acted like that. Being a selfish, self-entitled slut had been frowned upon.
His mind suddenly filled with images of a pouting, little rich bitch and Jack groaned as his hips suddenly ached and his aging skin tingled. Damn it - getting old sucked.
Girls like that were just trouble. Horny little blonde troublemakers who thought they could suck cock and fuck guys twice their age to get what they wanted. Naughty teases who bullied other girls and made boys their own age their simp slaves.
Simp? What was a simp? How had that word popped into his head?
Jack's hips ached even more now and he heard a pop. He was worried he'd somehow pulled something, but to his amazement he began to feel the aches and pains in his body start to recede. His skin itched and he groaned as he felt it tighten and smooth.
"Ughhhh what the fuck is happening to me?"
Jack almost never swore, but the word felt so natural coming out of his mouth. He gasped in pleasure as his ass and chest started to tingle.
"Ohhhhh fuck YES, that feels GOOD."
Tossing his head back Jack giggled as hair grew out from his bald head. Long blonde hair cascaded out, as his body shrunk and he became a petite little shorty.
"Like... am I becoming a fucking brat?" he purred, laughing as his lips became pouty and his eyes mischevious and mean.
"Ughhh this isn't possible, but then again - it clearly is. Where are all these thoughts coming from? I definitely didn't know half this stuff a minute ago."
Jack was remembering a lot of new ideas and concepts. He not only knew what a simp was, but he now knew what TikTok was and how to use a mobile phone properly. He knew how to do his makeup to accentuate his hot features. He knew how to get boys to do what he wanted and make men want to fuck his tight eighteen year old pussy.
Jinx giggled as she tossed back her hair and felt her clothing change. A tight black bodysuit from Shein now encased her tight teen body, with a tiny miniskirt on top and white pumps on her feet.
Walking to the mirror, Jinx put on a fresh layer of pink lipstick and gloss - then kissed it to leave a perfect kiss mark.
"I'm fucking perfect," she smirked checking herself out in the mirror. "That sad old loser Jack is fucking toast. This is MY life now."
Picking up the handbag she knew would be there, Jinx looked through and found her driver I.D. Jacqueline Green - Jinx to her friends.
"This is so much better," she laughed. "I don't know why I turned into a fucking brat - but I love how this feels."
Opening the cubicle Jinx stepped out. A guy was waiting outside and he frowned in confusion. He had been sure he had seen an older man go inside, not this flirty blonde brat. She blew him a kiss as she walked by and then sneered. "Fucking loser."
Entering the bar she felt her pussy get wet as men's gazes were magnetically dragged to her perfect body and she proudly pushed out her chest. She wasn't buying any drinks tonight.
******
"Hah - looks like your brat turned up after all," laughed Lucy as she pointed at the sulky blond brat queuing at the bar.
Mitch shook his head as he saw her. She was barely wearing any clothes and had an air of entitlment he'd rarely seen before. Yet there was something almost strangely familiar about her.
"Woah - that's... weird," muttered Mitch. "She almost could be Jack's daughter. It's those blue eyes, though on her they look mean - not mind. Speaking of Jack, where the hell is he with those drinks? I can't see him anywhere."
"I'll go look," smiled Lucy. "Maybe he needs a hand carrying them." She weaved her way through the crowd and Mitch watched her go.
Everything was fine right? So why did he feel like something weird was going on?
If only he could remember that damn punchline!
********
Lucy looked around the bar but she couldn't see Jack.
The brat at the bar was now sitting on some guys lap with her arms draped around his neck. She was rubbing her little ass up and down on his crotch and giggling as he got hard. What a little slut.
Lucy rubbed at her temples. She felt strangely hot. She looked around the bar and felt her lip curl in disgust. This place was full of total fucking losers tonight.
Still, it was better than the alternative. Her stupid husband would be waiting at home for her, bleating on about how he wanted to start a family.
Lucy shook her head. No... wait... she loved her husband. Sure he was a bit vanilla, but it's not like she could do any better. Could she?
She looked round the bar. It was full of alpha males. They wore expensive watches, tight fitting shirts that showed off their muscles and as she regarded them Lucy felt a hunger growing inside.
Why should she be faithful to her loser husband when there were so many fine men out there? Wouldn't it be more fun to be a bitch and get what she wanted?
But men like that would never look at a woman like her.
Lucy's body ached and she groaned as she felt fat shift and bones pop. She was getting taller and slimmer and it felt so fucking good.
Her features shifted to make her unrecognisable - high cheekbones and a resting bitch face coming into play as long expensive nails sprang from her fingers.
Lucy felt her cheap lingerie turn into expensive Victoria's secret as her low-key denim dress tightened into a white silk blouse and super tight pencil skirt that showed off her perfect ass.
Now tall and slim she was pushed up further by black heels as stockings ran down her legs.
Tossing her hair with a bitchy gesture, Lucille smirked and her eyes scanned the crowd like a predator. All thought of Jack was lost as the new bitch felt the changes cease and she admired her perfect new body.
Lucille didn't understand how she had transformed, but she liked it. Her wedding ring still gleamed on her finger but that wouldn't put off the men in here.
"I'm going to get fucked by a real man tonight," she grinned. "I fucking love being a bitch. I can do whatever I want and no one can stop me."
With a clop of heels and a confident sway in her hips, she approached a man at the bar. "So, gonna buy me a drink?"
**********
Mitch and Matthew looked round but there were no signs of their friends. They'd looked everywhere but Jack and Lucy had vanished!
The brat at the bar was sipping a cocktail, her hand was inside some guys pants sliding up and down as she casually jerked him off in public. What a disgrace.
Meanwhile another stunningly beautiful woman with a bitchy face was chatting to a handsome man at the bar. She had her hands all over him and he was clearly interested in her. She had a wedding ring on, he didnt. What a cheating bitch.
A bitch... and a brat. This was weird. At least there wasn't a bimbo in here. Mitch had more important things to think about than his dumb joke - yet he couldn't stop for some reason.
"I'll go ask the guys on the door if they saw anyone leave, neither of them are answering their phones," complained Matthew sullenly. "I can't believe those two would make us worry like this."
He strode off to find a doorman.
*********
Matthew's chest ached.
He knew he had been stressed out lately. He knew he took everything far too seriously. That was why he was constantly going to the doctors. Chest pains were a new one though.
Maybe it was panic at his friends vanishing? Or maybe he was finally having a heart attack? He loosened his tie and opened a button. It didn't seem to help. His clothes felt tight in all the wrong places.
His doctor said he needed to stop thinking so hard and try to enjoy life more. That was easier said then done.
Stop thinking. Be happy. Easy as that.
He guessed there must be people like that. People who could just turn their brains off and be dumb and ignorant about anything that didn't interest them personally.
He found a doorman. The guy was huge, he had muscles on his muscles. He was handsome too and smartly dressed in black.
For some reason Matthew suddenly wondered how big his dick was.
"Hey like, ummm have you seen my like friends?" he stuttered tripping over his words. "They like ummm went missing."
"I'm sorry - but we don't keep tabs on people that way," said the bouncer. "Do you have a picture I can look at though - maybe I'll remember."
"Ohhh like ummm I don't wanna distract you from your job. They're probably fine. I should like, worry less about it."
Matthew giggled.
The man grinned. "You're already distracting me with those big tits baby, damn you're fine."
"My ummm big tits? I don't have ummm."
Matthew looked down and gasped. No wonder his chest was hurting. The biggest pair of fake tits he'd ever seen were bolted to his chest. They were massive and they were all his.
Matthew felt a moment of panic at the change, then he remembered.
Stop thinking. Be happy.
"You like my big boobies?" giggled Matthew as he noticed he now appeared to be wearing women's clothes. Stupidly long impractical nails were glued to his fingers and his face was covered in expensive makeup. This felt good.
Matthew's full lips parted wetly to give him a dumb, needy look. He giggled and played with his hair braid... twirling it coquettishly around his head. A deliciously numb feeling was spreading through his brain.
Stop thinking. Enjoy yourself.
Stop thinking. Enjoy yourself.
Stop thinking. Enj...
Madison's sexy eyes swam back into focus and she smiled sweetly at the hot doorman.
"Is there ummmm like somewhere we can go so I can like totally suck your dick?"
He grinned.
"I was hoping you'd say that baby. How about right here?"
**********
Mitch clutched his head.
A brat, a bitch and a bimbo walk into a bar...
The joke was echoing round his head, driving him mad. He couldn't stop thinking about it. Why couldn't he remember the punchline?
"Where the hell is everyone?" he groaned.
The brat at the bar now had the boy she'd been teasing kneeling at her feet. She'd clearly got bored of him and he was now begging her to finish stroking him off and give him release. She was saying something about a chastity cage.
On the dance floor the bitch was grinding against the Alpha Male shed seduced. He was whispering something about a hotel room into her ear whilst her mobile rang out and her husband desperately tried to call.
And out in the hall - there was some sort of commotion. Four men were standing around a giggling laughing bimbo. Her big tits were bouncing up and down as she grabbed their cocks and pumped and sucked them in turn. There didn't seem to be a clear thought in her pretty little head.
Looking around wildly, Mitch had a sudden horrible premonition that he knew what had happened to his friends. He looked at the three women and could just make out familiar features enough to place all three.
He whimpered in horror as the world began to spin and he came close to passing out. Something told him that he was about to, and when he woke up he would no longer remember his friend as they were.
As Mitch began to fall to the floor he heard the joke mockingly laugh in his head.
A brat, a bitch and a bimbo go to a bar... what happens next...?
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