Your thumb hovers over "freeze card." One tap. That's all it would take. One little tap and Jada's shopping spree dies and your savings live to see another day.
(Do it. Do it, you pathetic littleâ)
The bedroom door opens.
And just like that, the phone goes dark in your trembling hand.
Jada leans against the doorframe, all six feet of her â thick thighs, tiny waist, those heavy, perfect tits straining against a white crop top that cost more than your car payment. Long blonde hair cascading down golden-brown skin. Gold choker glinting. Lips glossy and pink and curled into that smile â the one that says she already knows she's won.
"Mmmmmh⌠I felt that hesitation," she purrs, rolling her hips as she walks toward you. Each step in those gold-chain sandals makes your cock twitch. "Were you thinking about saying no to me, baby?"
She knows. She always knows.
See, that's the thing about the Elixir. It didn't just give your mate Marcus a smoking-hot female body and a libido that won't quit. It gave her pheromones â this thick, sweet, honeyed scent that pours off her skin and wraps around your brain like velvet. One whiff and your willpower turns to mush. One touch and you'd sell your fucking house to see her smile.
Marcus used to be your best friend. Used to come round for beers and FIFA. Now Marcus begs for the Elixir every Friday night â please, let me out, I need to be her â and Jada emerges like a butterfly from a cocoon, stretching those long limbs, squeezing those new tits, moaning as her cock shrinks inward with a wet schlick and reforms into something tight and pink and hungry.
(She's not Marcus anymore. She's not even in there anymore, is she?)
"On your knees," she says softly.
You drop.
Fuck, you drop so fast.
She steps out of her skirt â nothing underneath, of course, because Jada doesn't wear knickers when she shops, she likes the breeze on her pussy, likes the looks, likes the power â and those thick, toned thighs part around your face. Her scent hits you like a drug. Sweet and musky and laced with something that makes your thoughts go white and fizzy.
"Good boy," she whispers, pulling your face into her.
Oooooh⌠GodâŚ
Her pussy is soaked â hot and slick against your mouth â and she grinds slowly, fingers tangled in your hair, using your tongue like a toy. You can hear the wet sounds, hear her little gasps and moans, and your cock is aching in your jeans, leaking, untouched.
"Reach down," she commands. "Touch yourself. But don't you dare come until I say."
You obey. Of course you obey. You wrap your hand around your shaft and stroke slowly, desperately, while she rides your face with increasing urgency. Her thighs squeeze â that incredible, soft-yet-firm pressure â and you can feel every muscle in them flex as she gets closer.
"Don't stop⌠don't you fucking stopâŚ" she moans, and her hips buck, and she comes hard against your mouth, flooding your chin, your lips, your tongue with her sweetness.
And you swallow every drop like the good little ATM you are.
She pulls back, breathing hard, cheeks flushed. Looks down at you â kneeling, hard, desperate â and laughs. That cruel, musical, perfect laugh.
"You want to come, baby?"
Yes. Please. Please.
"Hand me your phone first."
Your fingers move before your brain catches up. She takes it, opens the banking app, holds it in front of your face for the Face ID. The balance makes your stomach drop. She smiles wider.
"There's a Prada bag I've had my eye on," she says, stroking your cock â just once, just enough to make your hips jerk. "Buy it for me and I'll let you come."
(You're going to buy it. You both know you're going to buy it.)
Tap.
"Good boy," she breathes, and wraps both hands around your shaft, pumping fast and tight and perfect â "Come for me, come for Jada, give it all to meâ" and you explode so hard your vision goes black, spurting over her fingers, her wrists, those gold bracelets, groaning her name like a prayer.
She wipes her hand on your shirt. Picks up the shopping bags. Heads for the door.
"I can hear Marcus in my head. He says he wants to take the Elixir again tomorrow," she says over her shoulder. "He says he can feel me pushing him out now. Says there's less and less of him left every time."
She turns. That smile.
"I told him that's the point."
And the worst part â the part that makes your spent cock twitch against your thigh â is that you're already hard again thinking about tomorrow.
(You don't have a friend anymore. You have a Goddess. And she's going to take everything.)
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thereâs a very niche part of humanity thatâs going to relate to what iâm about to say but at some point in your life a girl who did you so dirty years ago is gonna weasel her way into your friend group and slowly turn them all against you whether they realise it or not.
i deleted some references to some women i met through fandom because they made clear to me that they are internet people, not real people who are friends in real life.
i had reached out to a few women a few years after i got attacked by a dog, not really getting why i was feeling so bad but definitely needing tea and sympathy. anyway, i called sara out on something, got a cease and desist from her roommate sara, and the original woman leah i had been nominally friends with said "slow your roll" and check into a hospital. zero outreach, zero care, all online, no calls or texts, didn't respond to my calls of concern.
anyway, i felt worse and worse, didn't know why, figured I might as well try a hospital.
that's how that mean girl nurse incident happened at cedar sinai, when she went out of her way to call security on me after i asked for her name and if she worked at the hospital because i wasn't feeling safe, and it would reassure me if she could do that. she got mean and then she called security to say i was harassing her.
the reception had told me they could get me in, just wait like half an hour. so I had gone to the cafeteria where that mean nurse also happened to be. the nurse incident happened on the way back to the reception desk, and we were heading to the same place, which is when i asked her. she refused. and then she kicked me out of the hospital after i got back to the lobby and had been waiting again for about 10 minutes.
i'm there to get MEDICAL TREATMENT. why the fuck would a hospital turn someone out who is there to get medical treatment??
i felt such loss and abandonment at that moment that i suddenly felt the need to lie down on the empty sidewalk after watching the smug security guard walk back inside. he and his nurse friend, so-friendly-so-nice.
i was getting weird physical symptoms around this time like tinnitus and feelings of ants on me and on the carpet when i laid down on it, and feelings of extreme distress.
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Maya needed a car for college. Well really she needed it to get her band to gigs in the city. They werenât big, often only amassing crowds in the single digits, but she loved her band âThe Goth Girlsâ. 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 wasnât 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 90âs. 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.
She had no time to waste after all because she had to pick up her bandmates in fifteen minutes. She slid into the driverâs seat and turned the key. The engine roared to life. A strange tingle immediately spread through her body. Her skin felt warm and electric.
âOh⌠what the heck is that?â Maya gasped as the sensation grew stronger. Her waist began to pull in tighter. She groaned loudly pressing her hands to her stomach. âNo⌠stop⌠this isnât right!â But even as she spoke the words her body betrayed her with a soft moan that escaped her lips. The pleasure was only increasing but it wasnât the only thing growing.
Her bust swelled larger, creating full heavy curves that strained against her black loose fitting top. âAhhh⌠fuck it feels so good but I shouldnât give inâŚâ She tried to fight it gripping the steering wheel but her back arched on its own pushing her chest forward.
Thatâs when she heard a sultry voice in her head. âBut why not? Give in to me and youâll realize how much better it is. Just give me another rev, you know you want to.â
Despite herself, Maya couldnât help be intrigued and increasingly turned on by what was happening. Her foot pressed down slowly on the accelerator. Her lips grew plumper and softer. Her hair shifted from its usual messy dark waves to long silky locks that fell perfectly down her back. Long oval nails extended from her fingers with a glossy shine. Even her eyes turned from her dull brown to crystal blue.
Maya groaned again deeper this time her voice growing huskier. âMmm⌠fuck make it stop⌠no! Keep going! Oh shit whatâs happening to me?!â The pleasure mixed with the changes made her squirm in the seat. She could feel her old self slipping away yet part of her wanted more.
âSoon youâll be like all my other owners, hot, horny, and desperate for cock. Youâre going to love becoming a cum dumpster. They always do.â The voice purred and Maya let out an uncharacteristic giggle as her hair started to turn blonde, her nails turning pink.
âPlease⌠no! Iâm supposed to be a goth⌠this is turning me into some kind of dumb whoreâŚâ Maya whimpered even as she moaned louder her hands roaming over her expanding chest. âBut god it feels incredible⌠donât stop⌠make my tits bigger⌠yeah just like that⌠fuck yes.â Her clothes transformed too.
Her top shrinking into a tight pink tube top that barely contained her new tits. Her black jeans morphing into a white mini skirt which shower off her gorgeous long legs. White knee high socks and tall stilettos finished off her look, making her look like the perfect bimbo babe. Her many tattoos started to disappear one by one.
Her mind changed along with her body. Thoughts of kindness and empathy faded. In their place came sharp focus on herself. Vanity took over as she admired how hot she looked. Selfishness and narcissism filled her head.
She pictured herself as the slut the car wanted to make her into, imagining herself as a groupie blowing drummers in green rooms and fucking singers after the shows. She knew she had the perfect pussy that would drive them wild.
âYouâre my best creation yet. Youâre going to be the hottest, tightest, bimbo ever. Youâre going to be the perfect little slut for lead singers to cum in. Forget about your band, youâre mine now.â The car added.
However the words that should have made this new Maya wet with joy was instead making the old Maya fight back.
âNo⌠wait⌠not just some groupie bitchâŚâ Maya moaned breathlessly her voice thick with lust. âFuck that⌠Iâm not some bandâs plaything⌠I should the one worshipped⌠the one whoâs the star⌠I fuck the groupies, not the other way around⌠yeah⌠I want it all.â
A shear black lace long sleeved top materialized on her and the pink tube top melted away and reformed into black lace trimmed bra that pushed up her enhanced chest and showed plenty of cleavage. The mini shirt stayed mini but it turned plaid, with darker tones. She now wore black thigh high stockings with lace tops and shiny black platform boots. The new outfit hugged every curve of her transformed figure perfectly.
âNo! This isnât possible! I make the changes here, not you!â The car said frantically. Maya could feel it trying to assert control over her but something was helping her. Something Maya had no idea was helping her but could feel tingling at her lower back. A tattoo she had recently gotten with her friends, a cool archaic design she had picked out from a book. A tattoo that the car couldnât erase, a symbol that protected Maya.
âYou donât make the rules! I own you now, and I say what Iâm going to be!â Maya groaned as her hair darkened quickly, turning black as the night and smokey makeup curved around her eyes.
She imagined herself no longer backstage at a concert on her knees but instead on stage itself under the lights, her new body on full display as she belted out dark seductive lyrics. Fans screamed for her. Backstage she was being worshipped, not doing the worshipping and she got everything she craved.
âGive me the booze⌠the drugs⌠lines of coke and bottles of whiskey⌠and all the sex I can handle⌠because I want a lot⌠so fucking much.â She saw herself surrounded by eager bandmates and groupies taking what she wanted. Getting her perfect pussy eaten by some hot opening act before a show. Passing around whatever cock or pussy caught her eye because she was the queen who deserved it all. The car wasnât happy.
âNo! Stop you goth bitch! Iâve turned every kind of girl into a wanton dumb whore and now itâs your turn! Itâs your destiny!â It screamed but Maya just smirked, her tattoo pulsing pleasurably.
âShut the fuck up. You serve me! You will change girls into whoever I want them to be! And I love evil goth sluts now! I should thank you for making me release my inner bitch but instead I think itâs time the tables were turned on you.â Maya said with a cackle and revved the engine harder and faster, smoke wrapping around the exterior.
The black smoke clung to the body of the car, infecting the purple paint, turning it darker by the second until it was as black as Mayaâs hair. Even the seating changed to match. Inside Mayaâs hands gripped the steering wheel, her eyes flicking closed as immense pleasure flowed through her as she felt the car cede control to her unwillingly.
âNo! This canât be happening! Youâre just some random goth loser! This canât be-â It said but was cut off the moment it fully became Mayaâs, the moment Maya became something more.
Mayaâs eyes opened lazily, her blue bimbo eyes gone, replaced with the same hue of purple the car used to be. Maya could feel every inch of the car now, every bolt, every nut. It was more than just a car now, it was an extension of her body, of her power.
Now transformed she smirked at her reflection in the rearview mirror. She stretched her arms up high arching her back to show off her new figure letting out one final satisfied groan. âFuck yes⌠this is what I needed all along.â The old Maya was gone. This new woman felt amazing. She revved the engine with only her mind, driving through the streets with wild abandon.
She cruised through the quiet campus streets, her convertible purring beneath her. Turning a corner she saw them, her friends, waiting for her, not knowing their lives were about to change forever.
Selene and Thalia were sitting outside their dorm, dressed in the same nerdy goth gear they always wore. Pale skin hidden under baggy black hoodies and long skirts heavy eyeliner and awkward shy vibes.
Maya pulled up to them and honked the horn. The two girls looked at the car unsure why it was seemingly waiting for them. As they approached they somehow recognized the driver.
âHoly crap what happened to you?â Selene blurted out her eyes wide as she stared at Mayaâs massive cleavage and tiny skirt. âYou look like⌠like a goth porn star honestly.â
Maya laughed, throwing her hair back. âThanks babe, Iâll take that as a compliment.â
Thalia stepped back a little clutching her bag. âMaya? No way. Did you get some kind of makeover?â
Maya laughed again with a low throaty sound and leaned over the door of the convertible. âGet in bitches. This car drives like a dream. Trust me youâll love it.â Her voice dripped with new confidence and a hint of command.
âCome on you pussies!â Maya purred revving the engine just a little to tease them. âWe have a gigs to get to. Hop in or walk.â
Reluctantly Selene slid into the passenger seat while Thalia climbed into the back. The moment their doors shut Maya floored the gas pedal. The engine roared louder this time sending fresh waves of that familiar tingle through the air.
âOh, mmmm fuck this feels even better being the one in control.â Maya moaned happily gripping the wheel.
Selene gasped first her hands flying to her chest as the tingle hit her. âWhat the⌠ahhh⌠my body⌠it feels so strange⌠stop the car Maya!â But even as she protested her waist cinched in and her bust began to swell pushing against her baggy sweater. She groaned deeply her voice cracking. âNo⌠this is wrong⌠mmm⌠but it fuck feels so goodâŚâ
Thalia squirmed in the back seat her eyes fluttering. âGod⌠my skin is burning⌠I feel⌠hotter⌠fuck what is happening to my lips?â Her mouth plumped up as her hair straightened and grew into a high blood red ponytail. Long oval nails grew from her fingertips. âMaya⌠turn it off⌠Iâm not supposed to look this⌠ohhh fucking hot! God donât stopâŚâ
Maya smirked glancing at them in the mirror. âThatâs it girls. Let the car work its magic. Feel those tits getting bigger? Just like mine. Weâre going to be the hottest fucking band around.â
Selene moaned louder her clothes already shifting into something tight and leathery, revealing just enough. âI⌠we should fight this⌠but my pussy feels so empty and needy⌠make me sexier⌠fuck yes⌠bigger tits⌠tighter waist⌠give me these fat lips for sucking off some random crowd member after the showâŚâ Her mind warped quickly just as Mayaâs had. Thoughts of quiet empathy dissolved into selfish cravings for the spotlight and endless pleasure.
Thalia arched her back with a filthy groan her new body on display as the transformation accelerated. Her outfit reformed into a tiny black lace teddy that barely reached her hips. But her legs werenât bare, instead they gained thigh high stockings and heels. âGive me the curves⌠make me a goth bitch who needs cock and drugs every night⌠I want to be the one getting worshipped by fans after the show⌠donât hold back! Ohhh yes⌠my clit is throbbing⌠turn me into a sex hungry whore!â
The black convertible sped down the road filled with the sounds of their eager moans and dirty pleas as all three embraced their new rockstar selves. Selene rubbed her hands over her enhanced breasts panting heavily. âFuck⌠I want to be up on stage shaking my ass now! I want to be snorting lines off some guyâs dick before we play⌠then letting the whole supporting band rail me in the green room⌠this feels too good to stop.â
Thalia leaned forward from the back her voice husky and broken by gasps. âYes⌠make my pussy the wettest fucking thing at every gig⌠I need to be the nastiest slut who gets all the booze and cock. Fuck Iâm so horny already thinking about riding faces backstage while high off my mind.â
Maya laughed loudly her own body still buzzing from the power of the car. âThatâs my girls. Weâre going to be fucking infamous, no longer the Goth Girls, weâre the Goth Goddesses now! We take what we want⌠all the drugs⌠all the fucks⌠and we look like bad bitches doing it. The crowd is going to worship us.â She revved the engine again sending another pleasurable wave through them as they drove toward their first real gig with filthy promises on their lips and wicked smiles on their faces. The old versions of themselves were completely erased leaving only three hedonistic rockstars ready to conquer the night.
