#g2s

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"I don't know who you are, dude. How did you even get this number?"

*hangs up*

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It had been a week since that phone call, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Jake. He had always been a bit of a wild card, but this was different. How could he have changed so much in such a short amount of time? At the start, you thought maybe he'd just got a tan or something, but the beard was harder to explain. There's no way someone like him could have grown that beard in just two weeks without some kind of help. And the Arabic? That was just bizarre. You had never heard him speak anything other than English before. No way a big idiot like him could have learned a new language that quickly.

Though he was still your bro, right? You had to believe that. You really had to.

You tried to talk to him about it, but he just brushed it off and said he was fine. Same old Jake, just with a new look. You couldn't help but feel like there was something more going on, though. He seemed more serious, more focused. He spent more time grooming himself and hitting the gym alone instead of hanging out with the guys.

Life went on like usual. Every day, you'd wake up, eat your favourite cereals for breakfast, and head to class with some of your frat brothers. You'd go to the gym together, grab lunch together, and then hit up the local bar for some drinks at night. But Jake was always doing his own thing. He'd skip out on group activities and spend more time alone. You couldn't help but feel like he was hiding something from all of you...

"Jesus Christ, Chloe, you look like you've been crying for a week straight."

Liam kicked the door shut behind him, dropping his gym bag on the floor with a heavy thud. The apartment smelled like stale tears and cheap wine, a combination that made his nose wrinkle in disgust. He'd sprinted over here after getting her barely coherent text message about Chad, that walking, talking steroid injection she'd been dating.

"I have been," Chloe sniffled from her curled-up position on the couch, a pint of melted ice cream balanced precariously on her stomach. "He dumped me. Said I was getting 'too clingy' and that my pussy wasn't tight enough anymore."

Liam's jaw tightened. "What a fucking piece of shit. I swear to God, I'm gonna find that roided-out gorilla and rip his tiny dick off."

Chloe managed a weak smile. "His dick wasn't tiny, and you know it." She gestured vaguely toward the coffee table, where a pair of gray gym pants lay in a crumpled heap. "He left these. Probably forgot them in his haste to go fuck some other poor girl."

Liam plopped down beside her, the couch groaning under his weight. "Forget him. You're way too good for that meathead. The guy had the personality of a brick and probably thinks foreplay is telling you to 'take it, bitch'."

"Well, he wasn't wrong about that part," Chloe admitted with a watery laugh. "God, I'm so pathetic. I actually miss him. His stupid laugh, his constant need to flex in every mirror, even the way he'd leave his dirty socks everywhere."

Liam snorted. "You don't miss him. You miss the idea of him. The hot body, the confidence, the way he made you feel like the only girl in the room... right before he made five other girls feel the same way."

"And the nine-inch dick," Chloe added, her eyes glazing over slightly. "Don't forget the nine-inch dick that could hit my G-spot from three different angles."

Liam rolled his eyes. "Fine, the magical nine-inch dick. But you can get that elsewhere with about 90% less douchebaggery."

Chloe's eyes drifted to the shorts on the table. "You know what would be hilarious? If you tried those on. You're about his size, right? Maybe a little leaner, but close enough."

Liam recoiled. "Hell no. I'm not putting on that asshole's dirty gym shorts. God knows what bodily fluids are crusted in the fabric."

"Come on," Chloe wheedled, sitting up and poking his arm. "For me? I need a laugh right now. Something to take my mind off how pathetic I am for missing a guy who called me 'his favorite cum dumpster'."

Against his better judgment, Liam sighed dramatically. "Fine, but you owe me big time. Like, you're buying me dinner for a month big time."

He snatched the shorts and headed to the bathroom. The fabric was stiff and smelled faintly of sweat and cheap cologne. He stripped off his own shorts and pulled on Chad's, surprised at how tight they were around his thighs and ass.

When he came out, Chloe's eyes widened. "Holy shit," she breathed. "You actually look... hot. Like, really fucking hot. Your ass looks amazing in those."

Liam blushed, preening slightly. "Well, I do leg day twice a week."

"No, I mean it," Chloe insisted, her eyes roaming over him appreciatively. "You've got that jock vibe going on. The way you're standing..." She tilted her head. "You know, Chad used to stand just like that. All cocky and shit, like he owned the room."

Liam shifted uncomfortably. "I don't stand like that."

"You kind of do," Chloe giggled. "And your arms... they're getting bigger. Have you been lifting more? Your biceps look more defined."

Liam glanced down at his arms. They did seem more pumped than usual, the veins more prominent. "Maybe a little. Increased my protein intake."

"God, and your voice," Chloe continued, her eyes glazing over slightly. "It's deeper than I remember. Chad had this really deep voice that made me wet every time I heard it, especially when he was talking shit about some fag at the gym."

Liam cleared his throat. "I don't sound like him."

"No, but you could," Chloe mused. "If you tried. Just... lower it a little. More confident. More... masculine."

Liam tried, clearing his throat again. "What, like this?"

"Yessss," Chloe breathed, her hand drifting between her legs. "Exactly like that. Fuck, that's hot."

Liam felt a strange warmth spreading through his chest. His pecs seemed to be swelling, pushing against the fabric of the shorts. He ran a hand over them, surprised at their firmness.

"See?" Chloe whispered. " Chad used to do that all the time - feel himself up like he was God's gift to women, which honestly, he kind of was."

Liam's hand moved to his abs, which were suddenly more defined than he remembered. "I've been working on my core," he said, his voice dropping even lower.

"Fuck yeah, you have," Chloe moaned, her fingers working faster under her skirt. "Chad had these massive thighs from all his squats. He could crush a watermelon between them."

Liam looked down, surprised to see his thighs had indeed swollen with muscle, straining against the shorts. He flexed them, watching them bulge with new power.

"Yesss, just like that," Chloe encouraged. "Chad had these broad shoulders that made him look like a fucking football player, which he was, before he got kicked out for 'excessive hazing'."

Liam rolled his shoulders back, feeling them stretch and widen. His entire upper body seemed to be expanding, muscles swelling and reshaping themselves into a more masculine form. The seams of the shorts strained against his growing frame.

"his face," Chloe breathed, her eyes fixed on his. "Chad had this really strong jawline that could cut glass."

Liam ran a hand over his chin, feeling the rough stubble that had suddenly appeared. His jaw did feel more angular, more defined, more... aggressive.

"And his hair," Chloe continued. " Chad always kept his hair short and military-style, said long hair was for fags and hippies."

Liam reached up, surprised to find his hair had indeed cropped shorter, styling itself into a severe, masculine cut that felt rough to the touch.

Chloe whispered. "Chad had these piercing blue eyes that could see right through me, usually to calculate my cup size."

Liam blinked, feeling a strange tingling in his eyes. When he opened them again, Chloe gasped.

"Fuck, they're blue now," she breathed. "Just like his. So cold and calculating."

Liam felt a strange detachment from his body, as if he were watching someone else transform. His thoughts were becoming simpler, more focused on physical sensations - the weight of his new muscles, the tightness of the shorts, the growing heat in his groin. His mind felt... clearer, emptier, filled with space where complex thoughts used to be.

"his hands," Chloe continued, her voice growing more urgent. "Chad had these huge hands that could grip me so tight, leave bruises for days."

Liam looked down at his hands, which were indeed larger and more calloused than before. He flexed them, feeling a strange power in his grip, a desire to use that power to dominate, to control.

"And his feet," Chloe moaned. "Chad wore size 13 shoes, said he needed big feet to balance his big dick."

Liam wiggled his toes, feeling them stretch and expand. The shorts felt even tighter now, barely containing his swelling form. He felt taller, broader, more... imposing.

"God, and his dick," Chloe breathed, her eyes dropping to his crotch. " Chad had this massive nine-inch cock that filled me up so perfectly, made me scream his name until I was hoarse."

Liam looked down, surprised to see a prominent bulge forming in the shorts. He reached down to adjust himself, gasping at the size of his suddenly enlarged cock. It felt heavy, powerful, ready to claim, to conquer.

"Yesss, just like that," Chloe encouraged. "Chad was always so confident, so cocky. Like he knew he was the shit, because he was."

Liam straightened up, puffing out his chest. A smirk played on his lips as he looked down at Chloe. "Yeah, I guess I am pretty hot. Bet I could get any pussy I wanted."

"Fuck yeah, you are," Chloe moaned. "And you know it too. That's what Chad was like - always so fucking arrogant, always so sure of himself. Never doubted his right to take what he wanted."

Liam ran a hand over his new abs, feeling the power coursing through his veins. "Damn right I am. Why would I doubt myself when I'm this fucking perfect?"

"You're not thinking about guys anymore, are you? You're thinking about pussy. About how many girls you could fuck in a week, how many would be begging for your dick."

Liam blinked, his brow furrowing. Why the fuck would he be thinking about guys? That was... disgusting. Wrong. His mind wasn't filled with memories of art galleries and witty banter with other men anymore; it was a slideshow of tight asses in yoga pants, low-cut tops, and the desperate looks women gave him. All he could think about was sinking his new, massive cock into a tight, wet pussy and hearing some bitch scream his name.

Chloe breathed, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. "You don't remember being some gay twink who worked in a coffee shop and read poetry, do you? You remember being the star quarterback, fucking cheerleaders in the locker room after every big game."

Liam nodded slowly, his mind rewriting itself. The scent of espresso beans and the feel of a book in his hands faded, replaced by the smell of sweat and grass, the roar of a crowd, the feeling of a cheerleader's legs wrapped around his waist in a cramped locker room. He remembered slapping his teammates on the ass, calling them pussies when they missed a tackle, and laughing as some nerd tripped in the hallway. Who the fuck was Liam? That was some nobody, some cock-gobbler he probably shoved into a locker once or twice.

"Your personality," Chloe continued, her voice growing more urgent. "You're becoming more aggressive, more dominant. Chad never took no for an answer. He saw what he wanted and he took it."

Liam's smirk widened, showing teeth. He grabbed Chloe's arm, his grip like a vise. "Damn right I don't. Bitches don't know what they want anyway. That's why guys like me have to show them."

Chloe whispered, trying to pull away but failing. "Chad was a real man's man - believed in God, country, and pussy. Thought feminism was a cry for help from ugly women who couldn't get laid."

Liam nodded, his eyes hardening. "Fucking right. Fags and liberals can go to hell. This country was built by real men, not a bunch of soft-handed pussies whining about their feelings. Women should be in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant, where they belong."

"His intelligence," Chloe breathed, a flicker of regret in her eyes. "Chad wasn't exactly a rocket scientist. He was all brawn and no brains, thought Nietzsche was some kind of German beer."

Liam shrugged, the motion making his pecs bounce. "Who needs brains when you've got this?" He flexed his bicep, watching it bulge. "Smart guys don't get pussy. They get wedgies and spend their Saturday nights playing video games. I get laid. Every. Single. Night."

"Your name," Chloe whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's not Liam anymore, is it? It's Chad."

"Damn right it is," Chad growled, his voice a deep, rumbling bass. "Now get on your knees, bitch. I'm gonna fuck your throat until you can't talk."

Chloe hesitated, a flicker of her old self in her eyes. "Chad, wait, I don't know if..."

"Did I fucking stutter?" Chad snarled, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to her knees. "You wanted Chad? Well, you got him. Now open wide."

Chloe whimpered, tears welling in her eyes, but she complied, parting her lips. Chad smirked, grabbing his thickening cock through the shorts. "That's a good girl. You're gonna learn your place, just like all the others."

He fumbled with the waistband, his new, larger hands clumsy with the unfamiliar task. His cock sprang free, thick and imposing, the veins pulsing with barely contained lust. He grabbed Chloe's head, forcing her down onto his shaft.

"Take it all," he grunted, thrusting into her mouth. "That's it, choke on it. You love it, don't you? You love being used by a real man."

As he fucked her face, his mind continued its transformation. Memories of Liam's life - his first crush on a boy, his coming out, his gentle relationships - were being overwritten by Chad's brutal conquests. He remembered taking a girl's virginity in the back of his pickup, laughing when she cried. He remembered cheating on every girlfriend he'd ever had, sometimes with two or three other girls at once. He remembered using his size and strength to intimidate smaller, weaker men, calling them faggots and pussies until they cried.

"Look at me," he commanded, grabbing Chloe's chin and forcing her to look up at him. "You're nothing but a set of holes to me. A warm place to stick my dick. You understand?"

Chloe nodded, tears streaming down her face.

"Good," Chad grunted, pulling out of her mouth and flipping her onto the couch. "Now spread those legs. Time to see if this pussy's still tight enough for a real man."

He ripped off her skirt and panties, positioning himself at her entrance. "You're gonna take every inch of my nine-inch cock, you hear me? And you're gonna thank me for it."

He positioned himself over her, but then paused, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he actually looked at her. "Ugh, you know, up close... you're kinda plain, aren't you?" He grabbed a handful of her mousy brown hair. "This hair is so boring. Like, office-worker boring. And your tits? They're basically mosquito bites. I like my bitches with huge fucking knockers, the kind that give them back problems."

Chloe flinched, a fresh wave of tears welling in her eyes. "I... I'm sorry?"

"Don't apologize, just fix it," Chad snapped, his ego swelling with every cruel word. "And your skin? It's so pale. You look like you live in a fucking basement. I like my girls tan, like they just spent a week in Cancun getting railed by rich dudes."

As he spoke, he watched in fascination as her body began to change. Her mousy brown hair lightened, bleaching itself into a vibrant, platinum blonde that cascaded over her shoulders in perfect waves. Her small breasts began to swell, stretching the fabric of her shirt until it was straining against two massive, perfectly round globes of flesh.

"Fuck yeah, that's more like it," Chad grunted, grabbing one of her newly enlarged tits and squeezing it hard. "Now those are some proper titties. The kind you can motorboat."

He watched as her skin darkened, taking on a deep, golden tan that looked like she'd spent hours under a tanning bed. Her waist seemed to shrink, her hips flaring out into an exaggerated hourglass figure.

"And your face," he continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "It's too... smart-looking. I don't fuck smart girls. They ask too many questions, think they have opinions. I like my bitches dumb and giggly, the kind whose only thought is how to please my cock."

Chloe's face softened, her features becoming more delicate, more vapid. Her eyes widened, taking on a vacant, glassy look. Her lips plumped up, forming a perfect pout that seemed to beg for a cock to be shoved between them.

"Much better," Chad nodded in approval. "Now you look like a proper bimbo. The kind I'd take to a frat party and pass around to my buddies."

He positioned himself at her entrance again, but paused once more. "You know what else? Your voice is too... normal. I like my girls to sound like they just stepped out of a valley girl movie from the 90s. All 'like, oh my god' and 'totally' and shit."

"Like, what do you mean?" Chloe asked, her voice suddenly higher, more breathless, tinged with a subtle California accent.

"Perfect," Chad smirked. "Now you sound like the brainless fucktoy you were meant to be."

He slammed into her, making her gasp. "That's it," he grunted, pounding into her relentlessly. "Take it, you fucking bimbo. You know you love it."

"Oh my god, like, yes!" Chloe moaned, her voice a high-pitched, breathy whine. "Your cock is, like, sooo big!"

"Fucking right it is," Chad grunted, his ego swelling with every vapid compliment. "It's the biggest cock you'll ever have, so you'd better appreciate it."

"Like, I totally appreciate it!" Chloe squealed, her massive tits bouncing with every thrust. "It's, like, the best cock ever! Way better than, like, all the other cocks I've had!"

Chad felt a surge of pride at her words. "Damn right it is. I'm the best fuck you'll ever have, and don't you forget it."

He felt himself getting close, his balls tightening. "Gonna fill you up," he grunted. "Gonna pump you so full of my cum you'll be tasting it for a week."

"Oh my god, like, yes! Fill me up with your hot, yummy cum!" Chloe squealed, her back arching as she orgasmed. "I wanna, like, have your babies and stuff!"

With a final, brutal thrust, he came, his hot seed flooding her womb. He collapsed on top of her, his heavy body pinning her to the couch.

"Damn," he muttered, rolling off her. "That was alright. Not bad for a reformed mousy bitch."

He stood up, stretching his new, muscular body. "Well, I'm out. Got a party to hit. Try not to get any smarter while I'm gone, huh?"

He grabbed his shorts from the floor, pulling them on over his still-hard cock. "Later, bimbo. Don't call me unless you're looking for a round two or you've got a hot friend who wants to join in."

He strutted out of the apartment, leaving Chloe panting on the couch, her hand already drifting between her legs. As he walked down the hallway, he caught his reflection in a mirror and smirked. "Damn, I look good," he muttered, flexing his biceps. "And I just made that bitch ten times hotter. I'm like a fucking fairy godmother of pussy."

His mind was already racing with possibilities. The blonde from his gym class, the redhead at the front desk of his apartment building, the pair of sorority girls he'd seen at the grocery store. He could make them all into his perfect bimbos, his personal harem of brainless, big-titted fucktoys.

He was Chad. The ultimate alpha male. A toxic, homophobic, sexist jerk. A womanizing cheating prick. And as he stepped out into the bright sunlight, he felt a surge of pure, unadulterated ego. He was the king, and all the pussies in the world were his kingdom.

"Time to go conquer some more bitches," he muttered to himself, already feeling his cock stir at the thought. "Life is fucking good when you're me."

Im tired of blue dots like you messing shit up for us, the silent majority. That's right the majority. You might think youre "morally right" or whatever with your civil rights but that ends right here and right now bubba. No more grindr hookups, no more bottoming, no more of this clean shaven twink act. No. Im gonna make you the man you were born to be. Youre gonna be a womanizer, a breeder, real man's man. You can try to fight it all your want, you can try to stop it but look at how thick and heavy youre getting. Look at the hair creeping down yours arms. What? You think you cant be a country boy like me? Thats funny! Theres only one major difference between you an me: I embrace being a man and while you pretend youre not one. But youve got a cock, and by the way you cant stop rubbing it I bet its already hanging lower now, bet your foreskin has already regrown. Since you reach maturity I bet youve wanted to bury that cock deep in some pussy but your gay little brain told you not to. But im here to let you free. Im here to make you the man you were born to be. Trying to fight it? That's cute. Why dont you rub your head? Where did your twinky long locks go? They fell out. all that testosterone in your system now. You should see your beard. What do you mean what beard? Feel your face. Feel that long beard, your pride as a man, your mane. Bet chicks love it. They love your thick beard as your pound your cock deep into them, impregnate them, and make them carry your kids. What do you mean youd never do it? You already have. Look at you! thick, blue collar daddy, with a beard and a cock desperate for pussy. Youll never be able to play the twink now and I dont think youll want to anymore. Yeah thats it. give in. get sleepy. When you wake up youll be nothing but a pussy hound, just like you were meant to be.

After listening to Olivia Rodrigo's latest release together and going through their past relationship with boys that made the album super relatable for both of them, Michelle casually invited Jake to just spent the night sleeping in her house rather than driving the 1 hour drive home. They've slept on the same bedroom and at times on the same bed in countless sleepover during their highschool time so this is a nice way to reminisce those fun days that felt quite distant now they're in their 3rd year of uni

His hand slid under her shirt, palm hot and possessive against her stomach. Fingers splayed wide, pulling her back harder against him.

“Finally,” he breathed against her ear, voice thicker, rougher than Jake’s usual playful tone. “Been waiting to get this tight little body back where it belongs.”

Michelle’s eyes fluttered open, confused but still drowsy. “Jake…? What are you—”

“Shhh.” His grip tightened, fingers digging into her hip as he ground slowly against her ass. The hard length pressing through his sweatpants was unmistakable. “Don’t be loud. University changed me, baby. Turned this fag cock straight just for your sloppy little cunt.”

She laughed nervously, thinking it was some sleep-mumbled joke, but the way his hand moved—sliding up to cup her sports bra before expertly taking it off and fondle her breast possessively, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger with practiced cruelty—made heat bloom low in her belly despite herself.

“Jake, this isn’t fu---”

“Funny? Pssst.....I give you one more time to be quiet, so shut that bitch ass mouth and let me show you what uni taught me,” He nipped her earlobe hard enough to make her gasp. “You think I’m joking while my dick’s throbbing against you? Feel that, Michelle. That’s years of listening to you cry about how Don ruined you. How he called you his worthless fucktoy. How you came harder than you ever admitted when he degraded you. I thought I was sick for actually getting hard underneath my jogger, turns out, I just craved you all this time and want to try the same shit he did to wreck you.....with you,"

His free hand shoved her shorts down roughly, exposing her. Two thick fingers dragged through her folds, finding her already shamefully wet. He groaned in satisfaction.

“Fucking pathetic. One minute of dirty talk from your gay best friend and you’re dripping like a desperate whore. Bet Don trained this pussy so well it still clenches at the memory.”

Michelle whimpered, torn between pushing him away and arching into his touch. This was Jake—her Jake—but the words, the tone, the filthy confidence… it was doing things to her she couldn’t explain. “You’ve… you’ve never talked like this.” she whispered, trying to be as quiet as possible

“Well, that's one of the thing I learned. University, remember?” he growled, pumping two fingers deep inside her without warning. The stretch made her moan loudly. “Learned what I really wanted. Learned how much I love breaking good girls like you. Say it. Tell me how much you need your fag bestie’s cock.”

“I—I don’t know if we should—”

He curled his fingers viciously against that sensitive spot, thumb circling her clit with ruthless precision. “Wrong answer, slut.” The slap of his palm against her wet pussy echoed obscenely. “Beg. Beg me to fuck you like the cum-hungry hole Don always said you were.”

The degradation burned through her, mixing shame and arousal into something intoxicating. She was soaked, hips rocking helplessly onto his hand. “Please… Jake, please fuck me.”

“Louder.” He bit down on her shoulder, sucking a mark into her skin. “Tell me exactly what you want your newly straight best friend to do to this greedy cunt.”

“Please, Jake—fuck me hard. Ruin me. I need it.”

With a dark, triumphant laugh, he shoved her onto her back and stripped her completely. His tank came off next, revealing the toned, muscular chest she had only ever seen platonically. But tonight his eyes burned with something feral. He pushed her thighs wide, lining up the thick head of his cock and thrusting in to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

Michelle cried out, back arching at the sudden fullness. He felt huge, stretching her perfectly, hitting depths that made her toes curl.

“That’s it,” he snarled, setting a punishing rhythm. “Take every inch like the pathetic little cockslut you are. This is what you’ve been missing while crying on my shoulder. Your gay best friend’s fat dick splitting you open.”

He fucked her with deep, angry strokes, hips slamming against hers. The bed creaked. Every thrust was punctuated by fresh filth whispered hot against her ear:

“Look at you creaming all over me. So fucking wet for the guy who used to do your makeup. Bet Don would laugh if he saw how quickly you spread for me.”

“Jake—oh god—”

“Yeah, scream my name while I breed this used-up pussy.” He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other wrapping around her throat just tight enough to make her head spin. “You’re mine now. My personal fucktoy. Gonna fill you up until you’re leaking my cum for days.”

Michelle came hard around him, walls fluttering and squeezing as stars burst behind her eyes. He didn’t slow down. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back in even deeper, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass hard enough to leave prints.

“Arch that back. Present that cunt like a good bitch.” His voice was pure venom and lust. “Tell me how much better I am than Don. Tell me your gay best friend fucks you better than your ex ever did.”

“You’re—fuck—you’re so much better,” she sobbed into the pillow, another orgasm building fast.

He laughed cruelly. “Of course I am. I know exactly how to break you because I knew all the soft spot and all the right answer. Every tear. Every time you let him treat you like garbage. And now I get to do it better.”

He reached around to rub her clit in tight, mean circles while pounding into her. The dual sensation sent her spiraling again, screaming his name as she gushed around his cock.

Only when she was shaking, overstimulated and whimpering, did his pace falter. He buried himself as deep as possible, hips stuttering.

“Gonna cum, baby,” he growled. “Gonna pump this worthless hole full. Mark my territory.”

With a guttural moan that sounded almost triumphant, he came hard, flooding her with thick, hot pulses. He stayed buried deep, grinding lazily as he emptied himself, making sure every drop stayed inside.

Michelle panted, dazed and glowing, still catching her breath. She turned her head, smiling shakily at him. “Jake… I had no idea. University really changed you, huh? I can’t believe we—”

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her swollen pussy with dark satisfaction. Then he leaned down, chest pressed to her back, lips brushing her ear with terrifying intimacy.

“Oh, sweet Michelle,” he whispered, voice dripping with the bitter, familiar venom she had tried so hard to forget. “You still don’t get it. Jake’s been gone since I slipped into him weeks ago. Every hug. Every late-night talk. Every time you cried about me on my shoulder… it was Don the whole time.”

Everything just went as normal at first before Jake found himself losing his breath as something seemingly blocked the airway. He suffocated and gargled in silence as this thing managed to muffled his noise too so he flailed for several seconds before his body tensed, arched and then flopped back to bed like it just went through some sort of shock. But he instantly opened his eyes and grinned as something sinister seemingly managed to take a hold of him

Her blood ran cold. She froze beneath him. He just smirked

but it escalates, ofc. he starts calling me "baby girl" when he's horny. when i cop an attitude he calls me a bitch. i stop wearing my binder around the house so he can grope my tits whenever he likes, which he takes full advantage of. he likes the idea of forcibly feminizing me, so we get into women's clothes and makeup and growing my hair out...

one day i shyly ask him if we could do this outside the house - if we could go on a date with me in fem clothing. he agrees. when we're out, nobody looks at us twice; everybody sees a straight couple... the server at the restaurant calls me "ma'am", a female store employee gushes over my painted fingernails... an older woman asks when he's going to propose...