#m2f corruption

[justdavina]

Jaye Kaye: A gender game for gifted guys!

[hotdonnafox]

Room 307 - Dorm Room Dreams

Mark wasn't sure how he’d ended up with the dorm assignment for Room 307. He was shy, quiet, and definitely not someone you’d expect to room with four loud, carefree party girls. When he first moved in, he had been hopeful about keeping to himself, avoiding the late-night chaos that seemed to revolve around his roommates. They had made it clear from day one that their nights were spent going to clubs, bringing people back to the dorm, and throwing wild parties.

Chloe, Amber, Tasha, and Liv had welcomed Mark in their own way offering shots of tequila and laughing at his awkward refusal. The room he was assigned to was small, but it was fine for someone who valued solitude. What Mark didn’t know was that the previous occupant of the room hadn’t been like him at all.

Her name was Jessie. And she had been just like them.

The first few nights in Room 307, Mark tried to drown out the sounds of music and laughter drifting in from the common area. He had grown up with little exposure to the wild social lives that his new roommates lived. Most nights, he just threw on a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and dove into his textbooks, hoping to survive the semester in relative peace.

But then, the dreams started.

At first, they were vivid, hazy moments. He was at a party. The music was thumping, the lights were dim, and people were dancing. He could feel the weight of the room’s energy, the intoxication of attention on him. He was wearing something tight, something revealing, and his body moved in ways that felt foreign. The laughter, the flirting, the high of being in the center of it all. It felt so real, like he was living it.

Mark woke up confused, drenched in sweat, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. He assumed it was just his mind playing tricks on him after being around his party-girl roommates. But every night, the dreams grew stronger. The parties became more intense, the people more familiar. He felt emotions that weren’t his confidence, desire, vanity. He felt the rush of being admired, desired by others. But what was more troubling was that he was starting to crave it.

One night, while in the dream, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. But it wasn’t him it was a girl. Long, wavy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her reflection wore a tight dress that clung to her body. Her makeup was perfect, lips plump and glossy. It took a moment to realize this wasn’t just any girl. It was Jessie, the room’s previous occupant.

Mark woke up with his heart pounding, but something about the dream lingered. That feeling of confidence, of control, of being wanted. It wasn’t something he had ever experienced in real life. And despite his confusion, part of him wanted to feel that again.

As the days passed, the dreams began to bleed into his waking life. The longer he stayed in Room 307, the more frequent the dreams became. Mark started noticing small changes in himself. His reflection in the mirror looked… different. His hair seemed a little softer, longer. His skin, once pale, began to glow with a new vitality. He felt lighter, more graceful. At first, he brushed it off as exhaustion or stress, but deep down, he knew something strange was happening.

His behavior started to shift as well. He found himself lingering in front of his roommates’ mirrors, studying his face and how a touch of makeup might change it. He began to wonder how he’d look in one of the dresses hanging in their closets. The idea horrified him, but another part of him was undeniably curious.

Then came the night he found the box...

Tucked away in the back of the closet, a small, pink shoebox was hidden beneath old bedding. Inside were things Jessie had left behind makeup, jewelry, a few photographs, and a notebook filled with her messy handwriting. As he thumbed through the pages, Mark realized these weren’t just random notes they were memories. She had written about her life in the dorm, the parties, the attention she craved. It was all there her desires, her thoughts, her need to be seen and loved. And as Mark read, something inside him shifted.

The dreams became even more intense after that. Each time he fell asleep in Room 307, it was as if he slipped further into Jessie’s life. He didn’t just dream about the parties anymore he was her. Her emotions, her thoughts, her very essence poured into him, filling every crevice of his mind. She wasn’t just haunting him she was becoming him.

When he woke up, the changes in his body were undeniable. His once rough hands had become soft and delicate, his legs slender and smooth. His chest felt strange, as if it were pushing against his shirt in ways it never had before. His hips curved slightly, his face sharper, more feminine. He was becoming her.

Despite the fear, there was something intoxicating about it. He started wearing her clothes when no one was around tight skirts, crop tops, heels. At first, it was just curiosity, but soon, it felt like the only way to feel right. The person he saw in the mirror wasn’t Mark anymore. It was Jessie, in all her flirtatious, seductive glory.

His thoughts, too, were changing. School became less important. He started skipping classes, spending more time with his roommates, going to their parties, soaking in the attention that once felt so foreign. The girls didn’t seem to notice the changes they were too caught up in their own worlds, and maybe on some level, it just seemed like Mark was loosening up.

But Mark knew better. The more time he spent in Room 307, the less he felt like himself. He was starting to think like Jessie, act like her, want the things she wanted. The shy, timid guy who had moved in weeks ago was slipping away, replaced by a confident, vain, party-loving girl who craved attention. Each time he woke up, there was less of him and more of her.

The final step came one night, after yet another vivid dream. Mark or what was left of him stood in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection. His body had fully transformed long, wavy blonde hair, a curvaceous figure, full lips, and wide, inviting eyes. He no longer looked like Mark at all. He was Jessie now, through and through.

And as he looked at himself, a smile curved across his lips. The fear was gone. The resistance was gone. He liked what he saw. He liked being her.

There was no going back

[eagleindisguise]

I’m generally a good boy but you can find out how quickly I turn into naughty girl

[shadow211e]

“Come on Ron, it’s a quick climb up to the tree fort. We did it hundreds of times growing up and it’s even easier now.”

“Mike, I mean Michelle, it’s not that I can’t, or that I don’t want to, but do you really think I should.”

“Why? Are you worried about something?”

“Yes, you got dosed by the cheerleaders with whatever they were using, you turned into a girl, then got super hot, you started acting like them,” he paused to watch Michelle pulling off her top, and pushing down her tiny jean shorts. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to get you to follow me, honestly you are the first guy who needed this much motivating.”

“First? You have had more than one guy up here?”

“Yeah duh, at least a dozen, I mean for fuck sakes you think a body this hot isn’t going to need to get fucked like all the time?”

“Jesus do you hear yourself?”

“So are you coming up, I’m not going to wait forever.”

“Fine fine,” Ron said starting to follow her up into the tree fort. His old friend was right she was hot as fuck, and clearly a slut. Getting to the top of the ladder and crawling into the small structure he saw her, but not before she spritz his face with something. He felt dizzy, confused.

Michelle laughed a little, she was being honest, he wasn’t the first guy she was with, each one of them were boys who clung to who she was, the other cheerleaders had a solution for that. One or two sprays in the face with this would warp their minds. She opened up the script the other girls had written for her. The new truth sinking into Ron’s mind, becoming the truth to him. She laughed as he started to come out of the daze. Ron now thinking one of the hottest girls in school was there to get him to do homework in exchange for her showing off her body. She gasped seeing her tits, his small cock getting hard in his pants. She purred, “You are going to do my homework right?”

Ron blushed and nodded, his eyes never leaving her tits, “yes Michelle, anything for you.”

“Good boy, now get out of here, my boyfriend will be here soon and he’ll beat your ass if you are hanging around.”

[rylem33]

Reprogrammed

Izzy barely glanced up from her phone as Daniel kept messing with that stupid app.

“Still on that thing?” she muttered.

Daniel grinned, eyes flicking over the options. “Why not? It’s not real, but damn, it’s got everything in here.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, no shit.”

He hummed, scrolling. “Confidence boost… hypersexuality… full-body transformation. Oh, now this is interesting.”

Izzy rolled her eyes. “What, turning yourself into a werewolf or something?”

Daniel chuckled. “Nah, looks like I could make myself taller, buffer, or…” He paused dramatically. “…a pretty girl.”

Izzy snorted. “Please. You wouldn’t last a day.”

He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. “You think I’d be cute? Maybe, like… a hot blonde? Long legs, big…”

She tossed a pillow at him. “Stop.”

Daniel laughed, dodging it. “What? You wouldn’t want a sexy girlfriend?”

Izzy groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

Daniel grinned. “Fine, fine. Let’s see… seduction boost, increased confidence, and, oh…..”

Then Daniel let out a sharp gasp.

“Ugh. Shit,” he groaned.

Izzy frowned, sitting up. “Danny?”

He lurched to his feet, gripping his stomach like he was about to be sick. 

“I…uh. I’ll be right back,” he choked out, bolting toward the bathroom.

The door slammed shut behind him.

Izzy blinked. “Danny?“

Silence.

Minutes passed.

A knot formed in her stomach. “You okay in there?”

Still nothing.

Her pulse quickened. She stood up, walking toward the door. “Daniel?”

No response.

She pushed the door open. The bathroom was empty.

“What the fuck?“

A soft click echoed from behind her.

Izzy spun around.

And froze.

Lounging in the chair across the room, was her.

A woman. A gorgeous, impossibly stunning woman.

Long, silken hair spilled over bare shoulders. Sculpted legs draped lazily over the armrest. A skin-tight, barely-there black outfit clung to every curve.

And the eyes.

Dark. Smug.

Izzy’s stomach dropped. “Danny?“

The woman smirked, biting her lip in a slow, teasing motion.

“Mmm,” she sighed, stretching like a cat. “Not Danny.“

Izzy took a step back. “No. No way. This must be some kind of …“

The woman giggled.

“Oh, babe,” she purred. “Does it look like I’m joking?“

Izzy’s throat went dry. She couldn’t stop staring.

Danielle noticed.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” Danielle trailed a finger down her collarbone, watching Izzy’s reaction with amusement.

Izzy’s hands curled into fists. “This isn’t real. I’m dreaming.“

Danielle just smirked, shifting in her seat, rolling her hips slightly as she uncrossed her legs.

“Feels pretty real to me.”

Izzy swallowed hard. “We…we need to change you back.“

“Back?” Danielle tilted her head, resting her chin in her palm. “Why would I want that?”

Danielle stood, heels clicking against the hardwood, closing the space between them.

Izzy tensed. “Danny…“

“Danielle,” she corrected smoothly.

Danielle reached out, tracing her wrist lightly. “Come on, baby.“

Her other hand slipped beneath Izzy’s hoodie, fingers teasing against the fabric. “You don’t really want to fix this, do you?“

Izzy flinched at the warmth of her touch. “We…“

Danielle grinned.

She leaned in, pressing the faintest kiss against Izzy’s jaw.

“Say my name, baby.”

Izzy’s breathed. “Danielle…“

The second it left her lips, Danielle shivered, her smirk deepening, dark eyes flashing with satisfaction.

“Mmm,” she purred. “That sounded so good coming from you.”

Her body pressed into Izzy’s, warm and soft. Her fingers ghosted over Izzy’s waist, teasing, dragging down so slowly before slipping under the hem of her hoodie.

Izzy sucked in a sharp breath.

“See?” Danielle murmured, lips hovering just over hers. “You feel that, don’t you? That little thrill?”

She trailed a single nail up Izzy’s side, making her tremble.

“That little ache?”

Izzy’s lips parted, her chest heaving. She needs to stop. I should stop this.

Danielle’s mouth brushed against her … light, teasing.

Another kiss. Barely there.

Then another.

Lower.

Lingering.

Izzy’s hands twitched at her sides.

Then Danielle moved in.

Hard.

Needy.

Danielle didn’t tease this time. She took, capturing Izzy’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss, her hands sliding up, fingers threading into Izzy’s hair, pulling her closer. Their bodies pressed together, heat surging between them, Danielle’s nails digging into Izzy’s waist as she claimed her.

Izzy gasped into it, her head spinning, her body betraying her as her hands grabbed at Danielle’s hips, pulling her in instead of pushing her away.

Danielle moaned against her lips, kissing her deeper, tongue flicking out, demanding, possessive.

Izzy felt herself melting.

She was losing.

Danielle pressed harder, lips moving faster, her hands roaming, pulling Izzy under, drowning her in sensation.

And then…

Izzy ripped herself away, gasping, her chest heaving.

Her lips burned, tingling from the sheer force of it.

Danielle barely stumbled, her smirk dangerous.

“That’s my girl,” she whispered, voice thick with satisfaction.

Izzy clenched her fists, fighting the need still clawing at her skin.

God, she wanted.

But this wasn’t right.

“Danny…” She gritted her teeth. “Danielle, we need to fix this.”

Danielle’s tongue flicked out, running over her own lips, eyes hungry.

“Fix?” she echoed.

Then she grinned.

“Oh, baby…” she purred.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

Danielle picked up the phone and smiled.

Izzy’s pulse spiked.

She wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but the smug look on Danielle’s face set off every instinct to run.

Danielle paused, locking eyes with her, dragging the moment out, letting the tension build.

Then she pressed the button.

Nothing.

Izzy flinched, bracing for—something—but… there was nothing.

She blinked. Her heart pounded, fingers curling into fists. “What did you do?“

Danielle smirked. Tilted her head. “Wait for it, baby.“

Izzy opened her mouth to snap back…

Then her stomach lurched.

“Oh—“

A pulse of heat exploded inside her, deep, rolling outward in thick, liquid waves. It surged through her veins, wrapping around her spine, clawing up into her skull. Her vision swam, her breath caught, her legs trembled.

“Oh fuck.”

Her fingers twitched uncontrollably. Her skin prickled. Her whole body felt like it was too small … or maybe too much.

“What,” Izzy gasped, clutching at her stomach, but the words dissolved as the sensation took over.

It wasn’t pain.

Not really.

It was something else.

Something she should hate.

But then why did it feel so good?

A strange calm spread through her, like slipping into warm water. Soothing. Familiar. Right.

Her body felt lighter. Her muscles loosened, tension melting away.

Her thoughts were sharper. Clearer. Stronger.

The hesitation she’d always carried was gone.

Why?

Why had she ever hesitated?

She was better than that.

Stronger.

More… dominant.

Izzy inhaled sharply, her breath steadying, her body relaxing.

Her eyes flicked to Danielle.

And something clicked into place.

A new thought. A new truth.

Mine.

Danielle wasn’t just standing there.

She was waiting.

Waiting for her.

Waiting to be claimed.

Izzy licked her lips, and a slow, satisfied smirk curled at the edges.

Yes.

This was right.

Heat flared beneath her skin again, but this time, it wasn’t overwhelming.

It was power.

Her spine straightened, shoulders rolling back as her body shifted, refining itself into something stronger, sharper, irresistible.

Her hoodie and leggings melted away, replaced by silk. The fabric draped over her in a way that commanded attention.

She breathed in, running her nails along her collarbone, feeling the electricity humming beneath her skin.

She knew who she was now.

Who she was meant to be.

She locked eyes with Danielle.

Danielle shivered. “Oh. Oh, fuck.“

Izzy’s smirk deepened.

She took a single, commanding step forward and watched as Danielle instinctively stepped back.

Izzy caught her wrist before she could move any further.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” she murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

Danielle gasped softly, lips parting, pupils blown wide.

Izzy grinned.

She owned this moment.

She owned her.

“You’re mine now.“

[justdavina]

Pretty Gurl!

[ravensolo77]

The Shutter of Lust

Seacrest Hollow was a devout coastal refuge, perched precariously on rugged cliffs where the Atlantic murmured sacred hymns. Its 1,200 inhabitants resided in 200 weathered buildings: quaint shingle cottages, a main avenue lined with 10 brick shops—a bakery, a bookstore, a candle shop—and a boardwalk featuring 12 stalls selling rosaries, Bibles, and driftwood crosses. At the heart of the town stood the pier, the sacred nucleus, home to a church with a gray steeple, a garden for hymns, and a lighthouse serving as a beacon for prayer vigils. The waves crashed relentlessly, the air was infused with salt and beeswax, and the cliffs, adorned with sea lavender, attracted couples for pure-hearted weddings and youths for retreats focused on chastity. Seacrest Hollow was a stronghold of faith, where its residents renounced sin in favor of scripture, their existence tethered by repression, yet beneath their pious facade lay a deep-seated yearning for liberation.

At 65 years old, Desmond Holt found himself a widower, his body ravaged by lung cancer, with hands that once held steady now trembling with a fervor for photography that overshadowed his failing health. With medical treatments proving ineffective, he faced months left to live, his aspirations of sketching rugged cliffs and teaching Sunday school slowly slipping away. During a church rummage sale in a nearby town—a windy lot filled with the sounds of gospel music—he stumbled upon a battered Nikon F3. Despite its scratched lens, it sparkled with an enigmatic charm. The seller, an elderly man with piercing eyes, offered it for $8, softly saying, 'It reveals the secrets of the soul.' Captivated by its vintage weight, Desmond made the purchase, placing it on his shelf where it remained untouched. Meanwhile, Seacrest Hollow, in need of a photographer for church functions, welcomed him with open arms, scheduling him for weddings and community directories. The Nikon, brimming with an intoxicating promise, lay in wait to unveil the sacred moments of the town.

The journey of change began at the Salazar wedding. Lucia Salazar, 28, was a marine biologist whose passion for the ocean’s secrets inspired her work at the lighthouse lab in Seacrest Hollow. Her hidden dreams of swimming freely like a mythical creature were expressed through her sketches. Dressed in a simple white gown, her olive skin, dark curls, and hazel eyes radiated beauty as she wed Mateo Torres, 30, a woodworker dedicated to crafting altar rails. His warm brown eyes, shy smile, and calloused hands spoke of his gentle faith. They posed on the cliffs at twilight, surrounded by swaying lavender and the sound of crashing waves. Desmond, leaning on his cane, steadied the Nikon—his first attempt—its weight providing stability against his trembling hands. Click. The sound of the shutter ignited a tingling sensation in his fingers.

Inside his darkroom—a rustic shed infused with the scent of pine—the photographs developed under the warm glow of amber light. Two striking images appeared. The first captured Lucia, 22, transformed into a captivating mermaid reclining gracefully on the rugged rocks of Siren's Cove, her olive-hued skin glistening, dark curls dripping, hazel eyes exuding seduction, while her shimmering teal tail and seashell top radiated an intoxicating allure, inviting sailors with her enchanting siren’s call. The second depicted Mateo, reimagined as Marina another ethereal mermaid positioned on the same rocky outcrop, her deep brown eyes ablaze with passion, Mateo's features softened into femininity, her pearlescent pink tail and coral top drawing the gaze, her siren song amplifying the cove's irresistible charm. Desmond coughed, his heart pounding. He examined the negatives—identical shots, divided into two tantalizing frames. No mistake here.

He found himself unable to part with the photographs. Their magnetism held him captive, murmuring tales of existence. He secured them within a leather-bound scrapbook, inscribing 'Lucia Vane, Siren' and 'Marina Vale, Siren' in uneven handwriting, concealed beneath his floorboards. The following day, Lucia and Mateo disappeared from Seacrest Hollow. Church records wiped them from history. Their X profiles vanished without a trace. The wedding faded from memory. Only Desmond remembered Lucia's findings and Mateo's endeavors. Soon, chatter erupted on tabloid sites: Lucia and Marina, were seen as mermaids in Siren's Cove, their enchanting songs attracting throngs, their beauty transforming the town. Both had been reborn, youthful and captivating, their previous identities forgotten by everyone except Desmond.

He grasped the Nikon, its lens glistening with allure. A devout man—praying each day, giving generously—he felt its call, a temptation to challenge mortality. He placed it on a tripod in his studio, which was a garage adorned with velvet curtains, amber lights, and a chaise longue—to adjust its focus for an upcoming church project. The camera buzzed, its lens repositioning. Desmond tweaked it, clearing his throat, when the shutter clicked unexpectedly. Snap.

trembling hands smoothed, his frail frame curved into elegance. His gray hair flowed into jet-black waves, his gaunt face bloomed into porcelain. In the mirror, Desmond was gone. Desmona, 22, stood, with crimson lips, a body radiating desire, and eyes blazing with ambition. In a leather corset and silk skirt, the Nikon around her neck, she was no echo of Desmond—she was Desmona, her mind a furnace of seduction. His memories—his cancer, his faith—were dust. The scrapbook was hers, its secrets igniting her hunger. She knew the camera’s power to unleash forbidden lusts, her role its eternal seductress. Each shot would preserve her youth, her beauty a timeless flame.

Desmona’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Let’s set this town ablaze,” she purred, the Nikon warm against her skin.

Desmona roamed Seacrest Hollow, her presence igniting curiosity, her Nikon held like a regal scepter. At a church picnic, she captured Anna Wells, 32, a seamstress with enchanting blonde braids, sparkling blue eyes, and sun-kissed freckles, diligently stitching vestments, while her secret sketches of daring gowns stayed hidden. Click. The photograph unveiled Anya Rose, 22, clad in a delicate lace bodysuit, creatively crafting provocative lingerie in a trendy boardwalk boutique, her blue eyes alluring, freckles aglow, and blonde hair cascading freely, radiating an irresistible charm. Anna's past faded away—her vestments disappeared, her name fading into obscurity—but Anya Rose sprang to life in Seacrest Hollow, her boutique alluring the faithful, her X posts flaunting intricate lace thongs. Desmona added her photo to her scrapbook, titled “Anya Rose, Designer,” her own youthful spirit rekindled.

During a retreat, Clara Hayes, 25, with striking auburn hair and captivating green eyes, and Sophie Lane, 27, sporting brunette curls and deep brown eyes, led a Bible study session, their laughter hinting at hidden dreams. Click. The image captured Clara and Sophie, now 22, as they embraced their identities as lesbian cam models in transparent lingerie, broadcasting steamy shows from a luxurious cliffside penthouse, their fiery gazes intense, with radiant auburn and brunette tresses, showcasing palpable chemistry. Their previous identities were erased—retreat records deleted, X chats vanished—but Clara and Sophie reemerged in Seacrest Hollow, their X streams reaching billions. Desmona's scrapbook featured their photo, labeled 'Clara Hayes & Sophie Lane, Cam Girls,' accentuating her enchanting beauty.", "At a youth retreat, Clara Hayes, 25, with her auburn locks and vibrant green eyes, and Sophie Lane, 27, with her dark curls and warm brown eyes, facilitated a Bible study, their giggles hinting at unspoken desires. Click. The picture revealed both Clara and Sophie, now aged 22, as lesbian cam performers in see-through lingerie, broadcasting provocative shows from a cliffside penthouse, their smoldering gazes captivating, the red and brown of their hair glowing, their connection electric. Their former selves faded away—retreat journals erased, X chats deleted—but Clara and Sophie reemerged in Seacrest Hollow, their X streams amassing billions of views. Desmona's scrapbook included their snapshot, labeled 'Clara Hayes & Sophie Lane, Cam Girls,' enhancing her striking allure.

At a high school graduation, she shot Elizabeth Anderson, 18, a valedictorian with blonde ponytail, blue eyes, and freckled cheeks, her speech praising purity, her diary hiding erotic stories. Click. The photo showed Eliza Thorn, 18, a porn star in a satin robe, filming explicit scenes in a pier studio, her blue eyes sultry, freckles stark, blonde hair flowing, her presence magnetic. Elizabeth’s old life was erased—her transcript vanished, her TikTok gone—but Eliza Thorn appeared in Seacrest Hollow, her X clips viral, her films redefining desire. Desmona’s scrapbook gained her photo, labeled “Eliza Thorn, Star,” her allure deepening.

At a church directory shoot, she shot Mary Grace, 50, a church matron with gray bun, gray eyes, and wrinkled skin, leading women’s prayer, her secret romance novels stashed under her bed. Click. The photo showed Maris Grace, 22, a Playboy model, nude, posing in a cliffside mansion, her gray eyes seductive, gray hair now platinum waves, her youthful body radiant. Mary’s old life was erased—her prayer group forgot her, her hymnals gone—but Maris Grace surfaced in Seacrest Hollow, her X spreads iconic. Desmona’s scrapbook added her photo, labeled “Maris Grace, Model,” her charm blazing.

At a pier festival, she shot Finn Carver, 29, a dockworker with sandy hair and gray eyes, hauling nets, his journals full of forbidden fantasies. Click. The photo showed Fiona Lux, 22, a high-end escort in a silk gown, hosting elite clients in a seaside villa, her gray eyes smoldering, sandy hair gleaming, her allure irresistible. Finn’s old life was erased—his bunkhouse empty, his name forgotten—but Fiona Lux moved into Seacrest Hollow, her X teasing tycoons. Desmona’s scrapbook gained her photo, labeled “Fiona Lux, Escort,” her youth eternal.

Each transformation was raw, each soul reborn younger, their repressed lusts unleashed, their allure reshaping Seacrest Hollow. Lucia Vane and Marina Vale, mermaids of Siren’s Cove, lured sailors and tourists with their siren songs from jagged rocks, their olive and pearlescent skin shimmering, their teal and pink tails and sultry eyes hypnotic, their presence a mythic beacon. Anya Rose’s lingerie boutique, its crotchless panties and bras, corrupted the pious, her freckles and blue eyes alluring. Clara Hayes and Sophie Lane’s cam shows, streamed live, inspired orgies, their auburn and brunette hair glowing, their passion electric. Eliza Thorn’s porn films, shot on the pier, streamed millions, her freckles and blue eyes iconic, her scenes raw. Maris Grace’s nude Playboy shoots, posed on cliffs, redefined beauty, her platinum hair and gray eyes captivating. Fiona Lux’s elite galas, held in her villa, fueled scandals, her sandy hair and gray eyes magnetic.

Their old lives were erased, but they reappeared in Seacrest Hollow, younger and insatiable, their photos feeding Desmona’s ageless allure. Each click amplified her beauty—crimson lips plumper, jet-black hair glossier, eyes fiercer, her presence a siren’s call. She was the Nikon’s queen, her youth a mirror of her power.

The scrapbook swelled, a chronicle of vice. Desmona alone remembered their old names—Lucia Salazar, Mateo Torres, Anna Wells, Clara Hayes, Sophie Lane, Elizabeth Anderson, Mary Grace, Finn Carver—but their new selves ruled Seacrest Hollow’s sultry streets, their names—Lucia Vane, Marina Vale, Anya Rose, Clara Hayes, Sophie Lane, Eliza Thorn, Maris Grace, Fiona Lux—whispered in its lustful haze.

Desmona scoured X and vintage forums for the Nikon’s origins. A post on a photography site intrigued her: the camera, called “The Shutter of Lust,” appeared in 1955 at a Havana nightclub. A photographer shot a dancer; the photo showed her as a burlesque queen, younger and radiant. She vanished, her troupe forgetting her, but reappeared nearby, her allure infamous. The camera resurfaced in 1970s Rio, then 1990s Vegas, always erasing subjects, always rebirthing them younger, their lusts unleashed. A user claimed it was forged by a libertine’s pact, a lens to “free the flesh.” Desmona smirked, cradling the Nikon, its heat her lover. She was its eternal vixen, her ambition insatiable.

Her hunger raged. She opened Desmona’s Photo Studio in the lighthouse, its neon sign flashing “Unleash Your Vice.” Locals, drawn by rumors of her “life-changing” lens, paid in crypto, signed blood-oath NDAs, and begged for the Nikon’s touch. Click. A pastor became a stripper, his club on the pier. A librarian became an erotic novelist, her books sold in the bookshop. Each vanished from memory, resurfacing younger, their lives swelling Seacrest Hollow’s debauched heart, their photos fueling Desmona’s timeless beauty—lips fuller, curves sharper, eyes hypnotic.

Seacrest Hollow succumbed to debauchery. The boardwalk’s twelve stalls transformed into adult shops and fetish emporiums, their neon lights illuminating the night. The church began hosting burlesque evenings, while the hymn garden turned into a clandestine lover’s retreat. The lighthouse at the pier was rebranded as Desmona’s Lust Studio, casting its glow as a beacon of hedonism. The population surged, enticed by a wicked allure, with newcomers filling the vacant spaces. By 2027, Desmona’s creations—now the heartbeat of the town—had led to its renaming as Siren’s Cove, a title sharp as a whip, echoing the cliffs where the siren songs of Lucia and Marina first resonated. Only Desmona remembered Seacrest Hollow, her scrapbook a testament to 250 lost souls.

Siren’s Cove pulsed with indulgence, its avenues brimming with youthful passion. Lucia and Marina , mermaids perched upon rocky ledges, lured crowds with their enchanting melodies, their glimmering tails and alluring gazes beckoning lovers to the cove, their X posts legendary. Anya Rose’s lingerie shop, showcasing daring leather harnesses, ignited fantasies, her freckles radiant. Clara Hayes and Sophie Lane’s cam performances, broadcasted from their upscale penthouse, garnered billions of views, their auburn and brunette locks glistening. Eliza Thorn’s adult film enterprise, shot along the pier, ruled X, her striking blue eyes unforgettable. Maris Grace’s nude Playboy features, captured on breathtaking cliffs, captivated millions, her platinum hair shimmering. Fiona Lux’s extravagant villa gatherings, overflowing with luxury, shocked the elite, her gray eyes enchanting. The town expanded—sex clubs, lofts, and studios sprawling along the cliffs—nourished by the rebirth of the Nikon, its neons glowing, the atmosphere thick with desire.

Desmona swore she would gather 50 more souls, her scrapbook yearning for 300, the tally needed to elevate Siren’s Cove as the ultimate hub of decadence. She pressed the shutter again, the camera’s whisper echoing like a lover’s promise: "More." Click. The capture revealed her on a cliffside stage, Siren’s Cove ablaze with neon light below, her followers—Lucia Vane, Marina Vale, Anya Rose, Clara Hayes, Sophie Lane, Eliza Thorn, Maris Grace, Fiona Lux—revering her, vibrant and dazzling, adorned in daring outfits. Her scarlet lips shimmered, ebony hair cascaded down, eyes ignited with passion, her beauty everlasting. "The world," the camera breathed. Desmona chuckled, her heart ignited, her Nikon her unwavering weapon.

[sandrakinky-academyy]

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Strip naked an relax

Let your self go an submit

Sink deeper

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An deeper

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Let those thoughts slowly disappear

Now let porn corrupt you

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[kelykorruption]

Swapped for the Best

God look at you, you've only been in my body for an hour and you've already become a bigger loser than I was. I could atleast wait to be in private before touching myself, you're already gooning for your own body like a litte simp.

That's it keeping stroking loser, you're so pathetic now, you used to be the Captain of the Cheer Team, the most popular girl in school with perfect grades and a great future ahead of you.

But you gave all that up when you started jerking that little cock to yourself, so now I think I'll be keeping this body for myself. You've proven you don't deserve to have this life anymore so it's my turn.

First thing I'll do when I get back is become the true ruler of the school. You were always too kind to take advantage of your position at school, but I won't let that go to waste any longer.

The principle will be putty in my hands, and after that the teachers will fall one by one. Any student stupid enough to not fall in line will be expelled at my word.

All the while you'll be there, jerking like a the little beta bitch you are, reduced to nothing as I show you the life you could've lived. Now stop jerking loser, I don't want you getting your disgusting cum on me. Infact you'll never cum again and you'll thank me everyday bitch. Go on say it, "Thank you for not allowing me to cum Goddess".

[slutty-transformation-stories]

D&D

Cole had been the victim of bullies since he was young, leaving him with few self-esteem and no self-worth. As a result, he was often intimidated by his stepmother. But he still found solace in his friends; a trio of teenagers Tyler, Adam and Diego. As they huddled around Cole's kitchen table one day, the chatter of their conversation was interrupted by a suggestion. “Let's play Dungeons and Dragons,' Cole proclaimed while searching his shelves for the game pieces. With curiosity and excitement, the others agreed and soon they were engrossed in the game.

They made their way deep into the dungeon and faced several close calls when they encountered various creatures. Suddenly, their adventurer's needed a potion in order to complete their quest. Thinking quickly, Cole proposed that he and his friends each drink one of his homemade elixirs. He hastened to the kitchen to gather the special drinks and return to the game.

However, what Cole didn't realize was that his stepmother had secretly switched his elixir with a dangerous brew from the mysterious Hyde Inc. As he rejoined his friends and each took turns sipping the beverage, they each felt their bodies shifting and contorting in oddly delicious ways. To their amazement, their nails grew long, their buttocks filled out and their skin transformed into a luxurious golden brown tan. Their hair had grown into long, luscious waves and full, plump lips formed on each of their faces.

With confusion, fear and delight, the boys soon discovered that Cole's stepmother had transformed them all into beautiful, bimbo figure skaters named Chloe, Taya, Abby and Diana. From that moment on, the four bimbo teens could not keep themselves from feeling naughty and slutty, flooding their minds with thoughts that made their pussies drip.

Once their new bombshell looks hit the hallways, they became the hottest thing in school. Boys fell head over heels for the girls, and the cheerleaders were left in bewilderment, as their boyfriends were stolen away from them. The cheerleaders tried to fight back against this strange attractive force, yet no matter what they did, their techniques were unsuccessful against the four bimbo powerhouses.

Before they even had time to realize it, the four bimbos had taken over the school. They now ruled the roost, with the cheerleaders becoming their submissive followers. All of the boys were fawning over their newfound bimbo goddesses. The cheerleaders were nothing more than their 'yes-women'.

The transformation of Chloe, Taya, Abby, and Diana was complete. No one could stand in their way of total domination. They had become the new bitches of the school.

[dochazard]

Can you think of something using this?

"So, am I perfect for you now, honey?" You asked, looking longingly at the well dressed man in front of you. A man who just hours ago, had been your asshole of a boss. He'd invited you out to some fancy restaurant to discuss something.

"Yes, my dear, you look amazing." He smirked at you, you tried to yell at him, scream at him for doing this, but...

Everything felt amazing... Your whole body was on fire from the changes. When you first got here, you'd been a young man, raising through the ranks. You'd hoped this was going to be a promotion meeting, even if you hated the man, you knew how to fake your respect.

Things had started off cordial, though, you felt odd as time passed. Your hair suddenly getting in your face, body slimming down, and head growing foggier by the moment. It didn't take long to figure out you weren't invited to be promoted.

No... He wanted a new trophy wife and you'd been chosen. The elixir he'd had placed in your whine had taken full hold of you. Your mind drawn deep into the recesses of your mind, as a new personality took over. You looked at him in a whole new way now, he wasn't hot or anything, but he was rich. You didn't care about anything else now, sure you'd lay with the old man, but you'd so have some side pieces to actually please you. "Come my dear, let's go home." He said, placing an arm around you.

You giggle and hold his chest. "Of course honey, can we stop by the shops on the way home? I would love to get another cute number to show off for you." You coo.

He laughs and accepts, happy to play anything for you.

[rylem33]

The Plus One

I hope you all enjoy this story. If you end up liking it, head over to my blog (link on my Tumblr homepage) where there are a ton more to read.

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Theo flexed his fingers, clenching them into fists. His hands felt smaller, delicate. It was… weird.

“Okay,” he said slowly, tilting his head. His voice was lighter, smoother… feminine. “So it actually worked.”

Chris stood across from him, arms crossed, eyes wide in sheer amazement. He blinked, trying to find the right words. “Holy shit, dude. I mean… not dude. Wow.”

Theo turned back to the mirror, eyes trailing over the reflection. His hair, which used to be short and messy, now fell in soft auburn waves around his shoulders, framing a softer face. His old t-shirt and sweatpants were loose, almost comically hanging off a much smaller, curvier frame. There was a lot more softness to him now. And, of course… the obvious. His eyes flickered down, where his chest now had actual boobs, sitting perfectly in the loose fabric of his shirt.

He poked at them, frowning slightly. “Huh.”

Chris leaned in, fascinated. “How does it feel?”

Theo blinked. “Uh. Heavy? Bouncy? I don’t know, man. It’s not like I’ve had them long enough to form a deep, personal connection.”

Chris burst into laughter, rubbing his hands over his face. “I cannot believe this actually worked.”

“Yeah, same,” Theo exhaled, running a hand down his side again. “This is so… weird.”

He stretched his arms over his head, the shift in his center of gravity making him wobble slightly. Chris instinctively reached out to steady him.

“You okay?” Chris asked, still grinning, clearly enjoying the absurdity of the moment.

“Yeah, just… new body, new vibes,” Theo muttered, rolling his shoulders to get used to the new weight. “Really wasn’t expecting to be this short, though.”

Chris smirked. “I did tell you the Elixir is fully transformative. It’s not a half-measure thing.”

“I know,” Theo said, giving himself one last look in the mirror. “No one we know has actually taken it, though. For all we knew, it could’ve turned me into a lizard.”

Chris snorted. “I wouldn’t have minded a pet gecko.”

Theo shot him a glare. “You owe me for this, man.”

Chris raised both hands in mock surrender. “Hey, you agreed to this! But yeah, I owe you.  Though it is for a good cause.”

Theo sighed, trying to focus. Right. The reason they were doing this in the first place.

Chris’s family was complicated. The small-town, gossip-loving kind. And unfortunately, they had very clear ideas about Chris’s life. Ideas that didn’t quite fit with his reality.

Chris had come out to Theo years ago, but never to his family. The few attempts he’d made had led to uncomfortable conversations about finding “the right girl” and “settling down.” Eventually, he’d just stopped trying.

But now, with his cousin’s wedding coming up, Chris needed a “plus one” and his family expected him to bring his “girlfriend.”

Enter Theo.

The plan was simple. If you could call magically turning your best friend into a woman and parading them around as your fake girlfriend “simple.”  Maybe “desperate” was a better word to describe the plan.

Chris clapped his hands together. “Okay, we need to get you dressed. We leave in an hour, and I really don’t think showing up in oversized sweatpants is gonna sell the ‘girlfriend’ image.”

Theo grimaced, eyeing the clothes still hanging awkwardly on his body. “Yeah, yeah. What am I even supposed to wear?”

Chris grinned and tossed a duffel bag onto the counter. “That’s why I went shopping.”

Theo eyed the bag suspiciously. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Chris said smugly. “Various sizes, because I had no idea how this was gonna turn out. Dresses, skirts, jeans, even a backup hoodie in case you need some emotional support masculinity.”

“God bless,” Theo muttered, picking up the bag and rifling through it.

“And yes, I did buy you bras and underwear,” Chris added.

Theo groaned, holding up a lacy bra in one hand. “Ugh. You really thought of everything, huh?”

Chris grinned. “Dude, you’re my best friend. Of course I did.”

That actually made Theo pause. Chris had planned all of this, went shopping, and even concocted an entire cover story.

And yeah, it was still deeply weird, but… it was kind of cool too?

Theo huffed, grabbing the rest of the clothes. “Fine. But if anything in here has lace, I’m fighting you.”

Chris smirked. “Oh, definitely lace.”

“Chris.”

“Just try it on!”

Theo huffed again but relented. “Fine, fine.” He began pulling on the clothes, looking at his reflection once more as he slipped into the red lace bra and blue panties.

Chris, who had been watching with a mix of amusement and concern, raised an eyebrow. “So, this is your ‘girlfriend’ look? You’re actually pulling it off.”

Theo couldn’t help but chuckle awkwardly. He sat there, hands on his hips, pulling at the underwear.

“I look ridiculous,” Theo muttered under his breath. It felt weird. “But if it works…”

Chris burst into laughter again, rubbing his hands over his face. “Man, you definitely look like you could be my girlfriend now.  I mean, if I liked girls.”

Theo shot him a glare, half-sarcastic and half-laughing.

Chris raised both hands. “Hey, just remember you get a free vacation and an out-of-body experience.”

Theo let out a long, exaggerated sigh but couldn’t stop the small smile from tugging at his lips. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice now. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.”

Chris grinned, eyeing him up and down. “Yeah, let’s. We leave in an hour. And just so you know, I’m gonna need you to really sell this. No half-assed acting, okay?”

Theo turned to face him. “Trust me, Chris,” he said. “I didn’t go through all of this to leave you hanging.”

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Theo shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of the dress Chris had picked out. The fabric of the blue dress clung to his new, unfamiliar curves in ways that made him want to squirm.

“You’re doing fine,” Chris said, pacing behind him with his arms crossed, a little too chipper for Theo’s taste. “You look great. Just remember, you’re my girlfriend. We’ve been together for two years, okay? Simple backstory. You know it, I know it.”

Theo turned to face him, blinking. “Yeah, I’ve got it, but…” He tugged at the dress again. “I don’t know man.  I just feel odd. I don’t walk like this. I don’t talk like this. Hell, I don’t even sit like this.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, leaning against the dresser. “I know, but you’ve got the looks down. Just act natural.”

“Natural?” Chris laughed. “Chris. Look at me,” Theo said, gesturing. “We left natural back at the apartment when I drank that Elixir.”

“Okay, fair.  But you’re doing to do great,” Chris said, trying to sound encouraging. “They’ll be easy to fool. I’ve been fooling them for years, making them think I’m straight. You got this, man.” His grin faltered slightly when Theo didn’t respond immediately. “Uh, Theo. You’ve got this.”

Theo exhaled, slumping his shoulders. “I don’t know how you do it,” he muttered.

Chris raised his hands in mock surrender. “You’re a great friend. I really appreciate this.” Chris gave him a sidelong glance, grinning. “You’re just making it harder than it has to be. You’ve got this. Own it.”

Theo sighed dramatically. “Alright, alright.” He straightened up and looked at himself again. “Guess I’ll just… act like I know what I’m doing. But first, we need to come up with a name. You can’t keep calling me Theo.”

“Yeah, good point.” Chris followed. “Is Thea too dead on?”

“Yeah, probably,” said Theo. “How’s Athena sound?”

“Athena”, Chris repeated. “Powerful, confident. I like it.”

Theo stood a little taller, taking a deep breath. He was determined to act like it didn’t bother him. His mind was racing. He knew the story they had to sell.  It was only a couple of days.

He took a step forward. “Okay, I’m Athena then. Let’s do this.” He gave Chris a playful, almost sarcastic look. “But, you know, if I trip or something, it’s on you.”

Chris clapped his hands together. “You’ll be fine. Now, we leave in an hour, and we need to work on the backstory a bit. So, we met at college. Our first date was mini golf and ice cream.  I woo’d you. You love me. You know the drill.”

Theo nodded. “Got it. But…” He paused, then shrugged. “Why would I want to be with you, though?”

Chris looked surprised. “What do you mean?”

Theo hesitated, then gave him a sly grin. “I mean, you’re… okay, I guess, but two years? Seems a little unrealistic. You’re not that interesting.”

Chris blinked, clearly taken aback. “What?”

Theo chuckled softly, his hands resting on his hips. “I’m just messing with you. Of course. It was practically love at first sight.” 

Theo gave Chris a wink. 

Chris froze, staring at him for a moment before a slow grin spread across his face. “Wait…did you just… flirt with me?”

Theo blinked, surprised by his own words. “What? No! I was just… acting.”

“Dude.” Chris’s grin grew wider. “That was… so natural. Holy crap.” He laughed to himself. “You’re already way better at this than I thought you’d be.”

Theo blinked again, his heart skipping a beat. The behavior just slipped out, without thinking. But didn’t hate it. He even felt a little proud of it, which felt… wrong.

Chris was still chuckling, shaking his head. “Okay, you’re definitely in character. Let’s get you ready for the dinner.”

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The door clicked shut behind them, and Chris let out a breath before breaking into a huge grin. “That. Was. Amazing!”

Athena, still swaying slightly from the drinks, collapsed onto the edge of the bed, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. “Told you I had it covered,” she purred, stretching her arms over her head. The motion made the cropped blue top ride up slightly, revealing just a hint more of her toned stomach.

Chris flopped onto the chair near the window, shaking his head in disbelief. “No, seriously, I thought we were screwed at first. You were so stiff, and I swear Aunt Lisa was about to start grilling you like a detective.”

Athena giggled, a soft sound that surprised even her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, crossing her legs. “Yeah, yeah. But then, you know… a few drinks, a little charm.” She smirked. “They love me now.”

Chris laughed. “Love might be an understatement. My mom was already talking about how adorable we are together, and��my dad actually liked you.” He pointed at her, as if that were the most shocking part. “Do you know how hard that is?”

Athena tilted her head slightly, a slow, confident grin forming. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”

Chris laughed, but the thought lingered. She really was irresistible.

Chris had spent years dodging conversations about dating, carefully keeping his family at a distance so they wouldn’t ask too many questions. And now, in the span of a few hours, Athena had completely shattered that barrier. His mom had called them adorable. His uncle had clapped him on the back and said, “You finally found a keeper, huh?” His grandmother had actually teared up.

And the worst part was they believed it. They weren’t just humoring him. They genuinely thought Athena was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Chris forced a smile. “You, uh… really committed to the role after a few drinks.”

Athena’s stomach fluttered. “What do you mean?”

Chris shook his head with a soft chuckle. “I mean, you were great. But at some point, I swear you stopped acting. You were so… natural.”

Athena blinked.

“You were laughing, flipping your hair, touching my arm. Hell, even I almost believed we were together.” Chris ran a hand over his face, the weight of the situation finally settling in. “I don’t know, man… I think I just made things a million times harder for myself.”

Athena frowned. “What? Why?”

Chris sighed, leaning back against the chair. “Because now? Now my family really thinks I have the perfect girlfriend. The exact kind of girl they’ve always wanted for me.” He let out a bitter laugh. “How the hell am I ever supposed to come out now?”

Athena opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

She had been so focused on how good it had felt to fit in, to win them over, that she hadn’t even thought about what that meant for Chris.

Chris rubbed his temples. “They were already in denial, but now? Now they’re invested.” He let out a dry chuckle. “God, my mom was looking at you like you were a goddamn miracle.”

Athena swallowed hard.

Chris sighed again. “I mean… it’s not like I was planning to come out this weekend or anything. But now? I feel like I just dug my own grave.”

After a few moments of silence, Chris shook his head, then forced a smile. “But hey, at least you had fun, right?”

Athena let out a small, awkward laugh. “Yeah… I guess.”

She suddenly felt warm again, her fingers absently playing with the tie on her top. There was something buzzing in the back of her mind. The way her body felt, the way she had acted tonight without even thinking.

She shifted slightly, crossing and uncrossing her legs, her gaze flickering toward the mirror.

She was really starting to like how she looked and that terrified her.

Chris stood up, stretching. “Alright, I’m gonna take a quick shower before bed.” He headed toward the bathroom, already unbuttoning his shirt. “Big day tomorrow. You, me, and a wedding.”

Athena’s eyes flickered toward him as he peeled back slightly, undoing the first few buttons.

A strange thought slipped into her mind before she could stop it.

Chris is actually kinda hot.

An unfamiliar pang of frustration curling inside her.

Too bad he’s gay.

She blinked, horrified at herself. What the hell was that?

“Right,” she said quickly, voice slightly tight as she watched him disappear into the bathroom.

The moment the door clicked shut, she exhaled sharply, running her hands down her thighs. Her heart was racing, her body humming. A slow, creeping realization settled over her.

All this attention, tonight, has done something to me. Oh god, I’m horny.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. No, no, no, that’s not happening.

But it was happening.

The warmth in her belly, the tingling under her skin, the way her body thrived under every compliment, every glance at dinner. She had loved it. More than she should have.

And Chris should have been thrilled. She had saved him tonight. She was perfect, the ideal girlfriend, the woman his family adored. Instead, he was sitting here moping about how well it had gone.

Athena frowned, pacing the room.

I did everything right. I was charming, funny, flirty. I played my role better than even he expected. And now he’s upset?

She folded her arms, jaw tightening.

The way he had looked at her, like she had somehow made his life harder by being too good at this, rubbed her the wrong way.

She had worked her ass off to make sure this went smoothly. He had thrown her into the deep end, expected her to play along, and she nailed it.

Now he was worried he’d “dug too big of a hole.”

Athena scoffed, arms tightening around herself.

Well, maybe I wouldn’t have done so well if you hadn’t expected me to act like your perfect little girlfriend.

The resentment was small, just a flicker, but it was there. A tiny, creeping frustration curling at the edges of her thoughts.

Chris had wanted this. He had asked for this. The Elixer was his idea.  And now he was mad that she had done too well?

She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a sharp breath.

Worst of all, she liked how it felt.

She liked the attention. She liked the way people’s eyes lingered on her, the way she could make them laugh, the way they wanted her in the room.

She liked being Athena.

And if Chris had a problem with that?

Maybe that was his issue, not hers.

Athena turned back toward the mirror, staring at the woman looking back at her.

She didn’t just look like a hot woman. She was starting to feel like it too.

And that thought didn’t scare her as much as it should have.

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Morning came and Athena stirred, stretching out across the bed, a lazy smile forming on her lips before her eyes even opened.

God, she felt good.

Her body was warm, buzzing with something that had been simmering since last night. She let out a satisfied hum, arching her back slightly as the silky sheets brushed against her skin. Everything felt so much more now.  Every touch, every sensation, the way her curves pressed into the mattress.  It all just felt tempting.

She cracked one eye open, glancing around. Chris was already gone. Figures. He had mentioned something about leaving early for family pictures, groomsmen duties, whatever.

Which meant…

I’ve got the whole room to myself.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across her face as she stretched again, rolling onto her stomach, her fingers toying absentmindedly with the hem of her sleep shirt.

Something had shifted in her last night. She knew it. She had felt it in the way she owned the room at dinner, in the way people looked at her. In the way she liked being the center of attention.

Chris had practically thrown her into this role, and she had done it so well it freaked him out.

That thought made her smirk.

She ran a hand down her side, trailing her fingers over the curve of her waist, the swell of her hip.

It was funny. Just yesterday, she had been awkward, uncomfortable in this body. Now she felt right.

She let out a breathy little laugh, biting her lip as she glanced toward the mirror across the room.

The woman staring back at her was stunning. A slow heat pooled in her stomach.

God, is this what it’s like to be admired? To be wanted? No wonder women love attention so much.

She shifted slightly, legs brushing together under the covers. A wicked thought crept into her mind.

No one’s here. No one’s watching.

Her fingers toyed with the sheets, trailing down her thigh. She shouldn’t be thinking like this. This was supposed to be temporary. A disguise.

And yet…

Athena licked her lips, shifting her hips just slightly.

Maybe I should indulge. Just a little.

The idea sent a delicious little thrill through her. Her fingers teased at the slit between her legs. A dampness quickly slicked the area allowing her fingers to enter with ease. It felt wonderful.

She rubbed with one hand while the other toyed with her surprisingly sensitive nipples. A loud moan escaped her mouth. She paused, looking around the room as if she’d be caught.  But nobody was there.

After that, she let herself indulge in the feelings of this body. After all, it wasn’t like anyone would ever know.

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Chris knocked once before pushing the hotel room door open. “Alright, Athena, we gotta…”

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Athena stood in front of the mirror, slipping an earring into place, dressed in a sleek, rust-colored dress that clung to every curve. The fabric hugged her waist, emphasized her hips, and dipped low across her chest, showing off far more cleavage than Chris would have expected.

Chris felt his stomach drop.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Athena turned, tilting her head slightly, her lips curving into a slow, amused smirk. “Uh, a dress? For the wedding? You know, the whole reason we’re here?”

Chris ran a hand over his face. “That’s the dress you picked? You’re showing, like… everything.”

Athena rolled her eyes. “Oh, relax. It’s elegant. It’s classy.” She ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the fabric. “And it looks damn good.”

Chris took a step closer, lowering his voice. “That’s the problem.” He gestured wildly at her. “Don’t you think its a bit too much?”

Athena scoffed. “Excuse me? You think I look too good? Wow, thanks, Chris.”

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his frustration in check. “That’s not what I…you know what I mean! This isn’t you. The Theo I know wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress like that!”

Athena’s expression darkened. A slow, simmering resentment bubbled up in her chest.

“Oh, I wouldn’t?” she said, voice laced with venom. She took a step closer, her hands resting firmly on her hips. “I wouldn’t be caught dead looking like this? Because I’m doing this for you, Chris. This whole thing.  Me playing the perfect girlfriend, saving your ass in front of your family. This is for you.”

Chris hesitated. “…I know. I just…”

Athena let out a sharp laugh. “You wanted me to be convincing, didn’t you? To make sure nobody suspected anything? And guess what, Chris? They don’t! They love me!” Her grin turned sharp. “And now, what? Now I’m too convincing? Too sexy? Too comfortable?!”

Chris opened his mouth, but she wasn’t done.

“You don’t get to freak out because I did my job too well.”

And then, just to push him further, she grabbed her breasts, squeezing them deliberately, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh through the fabric of her dress.

Chris nearly choked. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Athena arched an eyebrow, her voice saccharine sweet. “What, Chris? Does it bother you? Does it make you uncomfortable?” Her smirk widened. “You know, I could make everyone uncomfortable. I could go downstairs right now and make such a scene. Tell them we had a big fight. Maybe cry a little, say you’ve been awful to me. They’d take my side, you know. Your family adores me.”

Chris felt his blood run cold. “Athena.”

“Maybe I’ll flirt with your cousins. Or your uncle. Hell, maybe I’ll get on the mic and make a toast about how you’re just so lucky to have me.”

“Stop.”

Chris’s voice was firm.

Athena’s smirk faltered.

Chris took a breath, lowering his voice, trying to keep his tone steady. “Look, I get it. You’re having fun with this. But you don’t have to prove anything to me, okay?” He forced a small, careful smile. “You do look good. I should’ve known this Elixir was gonna mess with your head. I should’ve been more careful.”

Athena’s expression twitched, something flashing behind her eyes.

Chris took another step forward. “Come on. This is just for one more day. We get through the wedding, we get back home, and this whole thing is over. You don’t have to… be this forever.”

A beat passed.

Athena exhaled slowly. The fire in her eyes dimmed just a little.

“…Fine.” She dropped her hands from her chest, smoothing out the dress. “But you owe me for this, Chris. Big time.”

Chris let out a relieved breath. “Deal.”

Athena gave him one last look, then turned toward the mirror, adjusting her hair.

Chris watched her, a pit forming in his stomach.

This wasn’t just Theo playing dress-up anymore.

This was something else.

And he was terrified of what would happen next.

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Athena stepped into the dimly lit hotel room, clicking the door shut behind her. Her thoughts replayed the details of the wedding reception.

She had heard everything.

The bride, whispering to her friends, voice dripping with resentment.

“This is my wedding, and she is sucking up all the attention. Did you see how he looked at her? She’s barely even trying, and it’s working. She’s just a plus one for Chris. And now she’s practically draped over my fiancé.”

Athena had only smiled at the time, playing dumb, offering a sweet, innocent little laugh before twirling a strand of her hair.

But inside?

Oh, she loved it.

She had leaned just a little closer to the groom after that. Touched his arm a little longer. Let her laughter linger in his ear.

And it had worked. He had watched her all night.

Athena smirked, stepping toward the mirror. She ran a hand down the smooth satin of her newly chosen dress. The deep red fabric clung to every curve, the high slit daringly exposing the length of her thigh. She struck a pose, adjusting the straps of her dress.  

If they thought that was bad, they were going to hate this.

She turned slightly, admiring herself.

God, I look incredible.

A slow, creeping thrill curled through her stomach. She had been made for this. The Elixer had turned her into something more than Theo ever was. Something powerful, something magnetic.

She tapped a manicured finger against her chin, her lips curling.

I wonder how long it would take to get him alone.

She didn’t care about Chris’s predicament anymore. He had brought her into this mess, and now? Now he could deal with the consequences.

Athena smoothed her hands down the front of her dress one last time and turned toward the door.

Time to give the bride something to really talk about.

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Chris slammed the hotel door shut behind him, his hands shaking as he turned to face Athena.

“What the fuck did you do?!”

Athena barely reacted. She was sprawled out on the couch, her red dress still clinging to her body, her legs lazily crossed. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, completely unfazed, idly running a hand along her thigh.

Chris was fuming. “You slept with the groom! The fucking groom, Athena!”

She smirked. “Mmhm.”

“The bride caught you two in the kitchen, for God’s sake!” He threw his hands in the air. “And you look like you don’t even care!”

Athena let out a slow, indulgent sigh. “That’s because I don’t.”

Chris froze, his anger momentarily replaced by sheer disbelief. “You… don’t?”

Athena sat up slightly, resting her elbow on the couch’s armrest, her fingers toying with the strap of her dress. “Chris, you’re acting like I forced him or something.” She tilted her head. “He came to me.”

Chris clenched his fists. “That doesn’t make it better!”

Athena’s smirk widened. “Oh, but it does.” She stretched, her body moving with an effortless, sensual ease. “He couldn’t get enough of me. Every time he fucked me, he wanted more. Three times, Chris. Three.” She dragged out the word, watching with amusement as Chris’s face twisted in horror.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, running a hand over his face.

Athena chuckled, completely unbothered. “You should’ve seen him. He was desperate for me. Whispering about how I was the best he’d ever had, how he wished he had met me first.” She sighed dramatically. “Honestly, I almost felt bad for his poor little bride.”

Chris snapped his head toward her. “You’re insane.”

Athena pouted. “Am I? I’m just being honest.”

Chris shook his head, pacing the room like he was trying to process the last few hours. “This isn’t you, Theo. This isn’t…”

“It’s Athena,” she corrected sharply.

Chris flinched at the venom in her voice.

She leaned forward now, resting her elbows on her knees, her piercing gaze locking onto his. “And you don’t get to tell me who I am anymore.”

Chris swallowed hard. “The Elixir… it’s messing with your head.”

Athena laughed a soft, slow, mocking laugh. “Oh, Chris,” she purred, standing up from the couch. She took a step toward him, her hips swaying with practiced ease. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

Chris took a step back. “Get what?”

She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. She reached out, tracing a single manicured nail down the front of his shirt.

“I like this,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. “I love how it feels to be wanted. To be worshiped.” She smirked, tilting her head. “And it’s never going away.”

Chris stared at her, his stomach twisting into knots. Chris stood frozen, his back against the wall, staring at the woman in front of him.

Not Theo. Not his best friend. Theo was gone. 

Athena.

He swallowed hard. “So… what now?”

Athena tilted her head, considering the question like it was the most unimportant thing in the world. Then, with a slow, sultry grin, she turned away from him, sauntering back toward the mirror.

She admired herself, smoothing out the silk of her dress, adjusting the straps with delicate fingers.

Then she met his eyes in the reflection, her smirk lazy, indulgent. Unapologetic.

“Now?” she mused, running a hand down her curves.

“Now, I live.”

She turned back to him, giving him one last amused glance before stepping past him toward the door. She didn’t stop. Didn’t hesitate. The door clicked shut behind her.

And just like that, she was gone.

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CONFISCATED - PART 2

Beth cursed as the clutch on her car made another unpleasant grinding sound and the automobile leapt forward a few inches. Yanking the gear stick hard, she managed to regain control and finally pulled off into the traffic at a reasonable crusing speed.

This car was a total piece of shit, but since finalising the divorce with Lawrence she'd been struggling financially and the last thing she could afford right now was a new vehicle.

Lawrence and her had split up amiably enough and he always paid his alimony on time, but Beth knew they were both struggling to manage. Bella was at a difficult age and their separation had affected her most of all. She seemed to think money, popularity and status were all that mattered and she was addicted to her mobile phone.

Beth was still hopeful that Bella would mature and realise there was more to being a woman than how you looked and what you could get out of men. She herself despised gold-digging bimbo's and was uncomfortable when she had found Bella looking at breast enhancement websites.

Bella had inherited Beth's flat chest and she seemed determined to find a way to cheat nature. She'd already told her Mom she was determined to get implants as soon as she was able - although she'd gone suspiciously quiet about it recently, almost as if she'd found some other way to get what she wanted.

Beth just wished her daughter could be happy the way she was. She didn't want her daughter becoming a spoiled gold-digging, fashion obssessed bitch.

A ripple suddenly seemed to pass through the air. A faint vibration that made her shiver and the hairs rise slightly on her arms. Beth's mobile phone on the passenger seat suddenly buzzed and the screen lit up.

CONNECTED TO BRAT APP. DOWNLOADING SOFTWARE.

Beth didn't look at her phone, she assumed it was just a message and she would read it later.

BRAT APP INSTALLED. CONNECTED TO ACCOUNT LOREN. UPDATING... UPDATING... UPDATING...

Beth's phone began to throb as an upload bar began to rise on the screen.

And on the steering wheel her nails began to lengthen into slutty acrylic claws...

***

"Mmmmh, OMG I'm like sooo fucking hot," giggled Loren as she admired her slutty reflection in the mirror. Moments had passed since she had pushed the button on Bella's mobile phone and the electrifying transformation had taken hold. She was still tingling with the orgasmic pleasure of becoming such a bitch. She felt fucking yummy.

Loren could taste sexy pink lipgloss on her lips, she could smell girly bodyspray rising from her clothes and she could feel her long blonde hair tickling her neck and shoulders. Her stupid cock was gone, replaced by a superior pussy. Her large perfect breasts hung heavy and pleasingly obvious on her chest. Her ass was perfect and her long sexy legs went on for miles.

And it wasn't just the physical changes. It felt like her head had been dumped in a bucket of water. The rush of the change had disorientated her and reset her mind. She was thinking in terms of female pronouns, she could only think of herself as Loren now.

She still remembered that a moment ago she'd been Lawrence, Bella's Dad - but now that seemed almost like a crazy memory belonging to a different person. This new persona that Brat App had created had taken control. The man she had been was gone.

Or was he?

As Loren examined herself, she felt some aspects of her old personality resurface and fight back. It isn't easy to completely alter someone and as enticing as this new body and mind was, some element of Lawrence was fighting back.

Looking down at Bella's mobile phone... NO... Loren's mobile phone now, Loren saw that the Brat App was open. There was a menu open.

REFUND PERIOD - 24 HRS. CLICK HERE FOR A FULL REFUND AND REVERSAL OF ALL CHANGES. AFTER 24 HOURS YOUR REFUND IS NULL AND VOID, ALL CHANGES BECOME PERMANENT.

Loren's finger hovered over the button. So... she COULD go back to being Lawrence. She could end this with a single click and reverse all the changes.

But then again she had 24 hours. So why not use them?

Loren knew she'd regret it for the rest of her life if she didn't take advantage of this new body. She felt new hungers, new desires. She was a teenage bitch now and she wanted to know how that felt. She closed the menu. She definitely wasn't ready to end this yet.

Thoughts of wearing slutty clothes, manipulating and controlling boys, bullying other people they began to run through her evil new mind. The Lawrence part of her was uncomfortable at these wicked thoughts, but he was currently too weak to fight as Loren took control.

She picked up her phone. She needed some porn or something. She was horny. She stopped as she saw there was another menu running in the app, she looked at it curiously.

MAKING REALITY ADJUSTMENTS TO SUIT UPGRADED LIFE. ADJUSTING FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS. BITCHY RICH MOM PROGRAM RUNNING.

Loren looked at the app nonplussed. What the fuck did that mean? Was someone else being transformed? She wondered who and a slight tingle of excitement thrilled through her that another person was being corrupted in order to make her life better. It felt good to be the centre of attention.

The thought made her tingle and she brought her hand down to her pussy. Mmmmh oh yeah...

She opened the app and her lips twisted into a smile as she saw a name. Beth.

Loren saw that there was now an avatar of Beth on the screen. Upgrades were already happening, but she had the power to adjust things to.

She began to finger her tight pussy as she began to fuck up Beth...

***

Beth groaned and her car swerved as a sudden pulse of pleasure shot through her body. "Wh... what the fuckkkk?" she hissed, her body tingling pleasurably and her head spinning.

She looked down.

Her hands seemed different somehow. The nails long and slutty, the fingers dripping in expensive rings. Her usually pale skin seemed tanned and smooth. No... wait, this is what her hands always looked like. She loved a sexy, expensive manicure.

The car beneath her was changing. The seat became expensive leather, the interior more sumptious. The gear box became automatic and Beth leaned back and purred with satisfaction.

On the seat the phone throbbed and the upgrade bar rose higher.

She loved driving this Mercedes... just like she enjoyed all expensive things. Money, wealth and power were all that mattered. It was a lesson she was teaching her daughter Loren, oh and possibly that other wretched daughter of hers Bella.

No... wait... who the fuck was Loren? Bella was her only daughter? No...Bella was the daughter she hated and wish she'd never had.

Beth groaned as conflicting memories and feelings throbbed through her mind. Reality bent and buckled as the Brat App adjusted her to suit it's new narrative. Loren needed a Mommy. A rich, spoiled, mean bitchy Mom. Bella was no longer important. She was being relegated to the unpopular daughter.

In this new reality, Beth was an evil gold digger who only cared about money and status. She doted on her daughter Loren and bullied her othet daughter Bella relentlessly.

Beth moaned in pleasure and her seat belt twanged as her tits began to inflate.

Beth's chest began to tingle. She had no idea that across town Loren was pushing the button for bigger and bigger implants. She wanted her Mommy to be absolutely massive.

"Fuck yessss!" moaned Beth as her once flat chest blossomed out and two massive silicone milkers stretched and grew out. Her clothing transformed to accommodate her new bust as her lips filled with collagen and her hair became silkier.

"I looooove my big tits," she hissed.

Beth remembered now - her massive fucking boobs made her SO much better than other women. She was better than them in every way.

When Lawrence had died, the money from the insurance had paid for these tits. Soon after she'd married a millionaire, a rich black man named Logan. Now she was super happy with him. He was successful and he spoiled her rotten.

Beth... no... that wasn't her name. Bethany... she went by Bethany... recalled all the cruel and evil things she had done to get ahead. She loved being a bitch and she'd taught her daughter Loren everything she knew.

Latex, big tits, sex appeal - it was all a woman needed. She loved being a cruel fuckdoll who took everything she wanted.

Her silver Mercedes Benz purred beneath her hands... her designer dress hugged her body. She effortlessly cut through the traffic not caring about speeding. The police were in her husbands pocket as was half the city.

She owned this town.

Driving through the electric gates of a private mansion, Bethany pulled up and swapped seats with the Butler. He would park the car in the underground garage for her.

Striding into the house, her panties wet at the thought of how Logan would fuck her later she glanced around. "Where is Loren?"

"Your daughter is in her room Madame," whimpered a pathetic maid. Bethany made a mental note to have her punished later.

"Where is my husband?"

"By the pool Madame."

Bethany smiled and adjusted her massive tits within the tight latex dress she was wearing. "I will go see him first then..."

***

Loren moaned... her pussy exploding as she squirted again.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkk."

Making Beth into an evil latex bitch was so wrong. Turning her against their own daughter was perverted. Loren loved it.

Doesn't it feel good to live only for pleasure and being a bitch?

Loren slid her three fingers back into her tight pussy and began to moan again.

"Noooo this is wrong, this is fucked up," she hissed - but doing nothing to stop. "I shouldn't be doing this."

You love it. You are Loren now and you are all that matters.

Loren glanced down at the Brat App. She still had plenty of time left before she had to activate any refund. She needed to experience more... she needed to learn more about her life as a teenage bitch.

The house had changed around her to a mansion and she now had a bitchy Mom. Going to her window she looked down at the pool where her Mom was riding her step-dad like a pornstar.

It was fucking hot.

Loren giggled and smirked. Being an evil little bitch suited her. She still had so much to find out before deciding if she should go back to being Lawrence.

And most important of all - she had a sister to take care of. Loren squirted again... then wiping her sticky pussy clean, she walked to the wardrobe to get dressed.

It was time to find more out about being a bitch and have a little heart to heart with her sister.

End of Part 2