#m2f corruption

[misseviehyde]

THE RILEY EXPERIMENT

(Based on ip that Mana Omega kindly has allowed me to use.)

Riley Green wished his Dad had never remarried. It wasn't that he disliked his step-mom Rachel Grey, it was her bitchy daughter Riley that made his life feel like hell. Thanks to the marriage, they were now two teens exactly the same age, in the same class at school and now even living together in the same house.

But despite those superficial similarities, they couldn't be two more different people.

Firstly; it was incredibly annoying having the same name as your step-sister. Packages were constantly arriving at the house for the female Riley and if male Riley forgot to check the label properly, he'd often find himself holding a bra or a sexy tight fitting bodystocking from Shein or Pretty Little Thing.

Much to his embarrassment, Riley had found himself keeping one of the bras. It was a 34D leopard skin print bra. He would sometimes jerk off whilst wearing it; not really sure why he found the thought of having Riley's big tits on his chest such a fucking turn on; but doing it anyway. He was definitely NOT gay, but there was something going on there that made him hard. He knew it was wrong to steal underwear, but somehow it just felt so good. Riley never commented on the bra going missing, maybe she thought it had gotten lost in the post.

After all, she wasn't very careful with money. Riley seemed to have a unlimited spend amount on her credit-card and was constantly buying new clothes to keep up with the popular girl fashions. She was basically a spoiled brat. If Mommy wouldn't buy it for her, she'd usually find some guy to give her what she wanted.

Riley was into social media and seemed to spend more time building up followers on Insta or Tiktok then doing anything useful with her life. Riley didn't think his step-sister was shallow, he knew she was. She seemed to date a new guy every week and as far as Riley could tell she was definitely sexually active. Sometimes he'd hear... noises from her room. Noises that made him really horny.

One night he'd heard a sexy low buzzing from her room. He'd lain propped up against the wall, his stolen bra stuffed with socks as he listened to his step-sister groan and moan and he jerked his cock to the sounds of her pleasure. She was obviously using a vibrator or magic wand and he wondered if one of the packages that had passed through his hands had actually been a sex-toy. It made him wish he had accidentally opened THAT package.

"Ohhhh fuck yeahhhh I'm soooo fucking wet, mmmmmmhhhh..."

He had cum so hard that night.

The thought of what he might do with a dildo or butt-plug made him blush. No... he was definitely straight, these were just some weird ideas he was sometimes having. It was all the fault of having such a slutty step-sister.

Indeed, the main problem with living with her was that Riley was so fucking hot. She had a big round bubble-butt, large firm breasts and a gorgeous face. She looked good in everything and she had the spoiled, knowing, mean girl bimbo look that made boys weak. She always wore the sexiest outfits, had long sexy nails and was the purist vision of toxic femininity possible. She loved to tease Riley, manipulate and use him. She seemed to get off on the power she had over him.

In fact - in order to differentiate between them, Riley had popularised the use of his hated nickname Ry. Now nearly everyone called him Ry and it sucked.

The two of them couldn't be more unalike. Riley was popular, hot, pretty and sexually confident - Ry was dorky, nervous, unconfident and a virgin.

About the only advantage Ry had over Riley was that he was smart. A lot smarter. In fact he was a bit of a genius. Riley had used that to her advantage though, swiftly learning that now they shared a house it was pretty easy to copy Ry's homework and manipulate him into helping her grades improve.

"Ohhh you're such a good step-brother," she'd purr as she got another A- on a paper. "Hey, did I mention I have some new social media photos I'd like you to 'examine' for me. Let me air-drop them to your phone.'

Riley had learned that if she provided images of herself, her step-brother would do whatever she wanted. He was addicted to her beauty and femininity - whilst she found his intelligence useful.

Getting her brother to cheat for her had paid dividends. In fact Riley's grades had improved SO much as a result of her using her step-brother, her Mom had promised she could go to a music festival with her slutty friends, provided she passed the final test.

The final test.

There would be no way to cheat on that. Riley's frustrations were evident. Her Step-Bro couldn't exactly sit the test for her and she wasn't smart enough to pass without cheating.

"Listen babe, you need to find a way to help me pass that test. I need to go to that music festival with my girlies. Find a way to make me smarter or something. Just imagine how hot I'll look in all the pictures I can send you."

Ry scratched his head. What was he supposed to do? You couldn't exactly make another person... smarter in under a week, could you?

Hmmmm, that jogged a strange memory. About a year ago, Ry had been following an interesting online science blog from a girl in another town. Laura Sims was another science prodigy (who he'd actually had a bit of a crush on). One day she'd just stopped posting, but he remembered her putting up some interesting ideas for a hi tech Crispr solution. The idea was the solution would eradicate genetic weaknesses in whoever drank it by taking the strengths from someone else's DNA.

It took a bit of searching - strangely Laura Sims no longer seemed to have much of an online presence. He found some information for a Laura Richie - some bitch from the same town who appeared to be living a life of decadence - but eventually succeeded in using the internet archives to find the page instead.

Laura had luckily uploaded her formula, hoping to 'open source' test it. He wondered why she'd taken everything down?

It didn't take long to create the formula. The advice from Laura was to try it before bed to give it time to activate. The main changes would come the day after. Riley looked on doubtfully as Ry took one of his head hairs and put it into the liquid. He gave it to her to drink. "This will give you my intelligence and smarts."

"Okay - if you're sure. I'll try anything to get to that festival."

Riley drank. "Ughhh, it tastes sour. Okay, let's hope this works. I'll go and start revising - maybe I'll get some early gains."

She left the room. As she did so, Ry noticed one of her long sexy head hairs had come free and was just lying there on the table. A terrible temptation overcame him. What if? What if he used the solution too? It wouldn't make him smart, but maybe it would make him more attractive and confident.

Feeling a little guilty, he dissolved the hair and drank the solution. It tasted sweet and his skin tingled, but nothing else seemed to happen. Weird... Riley had said it was sour.

Inside their bodies, the Crispr solution went to work. Riley's female DNA rushed through Ry's body, overwriting his cells. There was no melding here - no balancing. Riley's bitchy DNA was taking control and spreading like a wild-fire through his body.

Meanwhile Riley was also having her female cells consumed slowly and methodically by Ry's. The virus was even spreading to her brain, dendrites and synapses rewiring and altering to make her think like he did.

Now it was just a matter of waiting. The changes would soon be on their way

***

DAY ONE:

Waking up groggily, Riley had to admit she didn't feel great. Her whole body felt sluggish and weak, like she had a really bad cold. Walking to the mirror she despaired to see that her usually flawless skin seemed a bit blotchy and riddled with acne, similar to her dorky step-bros. What the hell was his stupid formula doing to her?

Looking down she blushed. Her tits seemed obscenely large on her chest. She couldn't believe she usually allowed herself to walk around flaunting them like this. It didn't normally bother her, but now for some reason it did. She searched through her wardobe and finding a hoody, slid it on.

Her eyes seemed to be struggling. Maybe it was the light in here? Switching on the lights she tiredly walked to her makeup vanity and paused. Makeup? What was the point of makeup? She was only going to study for a test today.

Ignoring her usual cleansing routines and preparations, Riley took down the large Maths text-book she was supposed to be studying and opened it up. It was only twenty minutes later, that she realised she had become engrossed in the book without even realising it.

Her usually flippant mind that jumped from subject to subject seemed sharper and more focused. Sitting down at her desk, she began to study in earnest.

***

Ry opened his eyes and slid easily out of bed. He was usually a night person, so to find not only that he had slept well, but that he didn't feel tired of fatigued was a revelation to him.

He actually felt fucking great this morning. The Crispr solution seemed to be working. Walking to the mirror, Ry grinned in satisfaction. His usually bad skin was clearer and ever so slightly tanned. He had a healthy glow for the first time in years.

In fact his whole body seemed more toned with a healthier shape. He hadn't put any muscle on as far as he could see, but proportionally, everything seemed 'better'. The only downsides were a strange itching and puffiness on his chest and a few other weird changes.

His ass seemed fatter and slightly bigger. His hair seemed to have increased in length and volume. It gave him a rather... feminine... shape. He ignored the strange thrill of delight that brought him.

"It's early days for these changes yet. I just need to give it more time. I'll probably fill out and look more manly in the next stage. Probably to be expected I'd mirror a few of Riley's assets."

He wondered how Riley was getting on...

***

"Amazing," giggled Riley in satisfaction. Her mind was definitely getting faster. The hot sweats had started again earlier and she was having even more difficulty seeing, but it didn't matter to her anymore because the knowledge she was experiencing was so captivating.

She rubbed at her chest. Her boobs were really aching. For some reason her bra didn't seem to fit... it kept dropping down loose. She knew that cup sizes did change, she'd alternated between a 32 and 34 bust for years - but this felt different.

Her boobs seemed noticeably smaller. She'd always been proud of her big bust, her massive tits. Now she felt smaller and weaker without them. Strangely her clit seemed engorged today though. She'd had to stop doing her studying a few times to rub at the stiff little nub between her legs. If she'd had a more active imagination she'd say it seemed to be growing... almost like a tiny little cock.

But that would be crazy... right?

***

Ry rubbed at his chest. There was definitely something there and it was growing at a faster rate now. Sweat dripped from his body and he could almost hear his bones cracking and shifting within his body. It felt... pleasurable and strangely addictive. A desire for more transformation and a faster change rose within him. It felt like something good was happening to him. He wanted more of it.

Ry felt feverish and knew that the Crispr solution was spreading through his body like a virus. It had now reached critical mass and the changes were accelerating. Riley's DNA should be merging with his own, but it didn't feel like that. Something was wrong... or was it... right?

His skin felt softer, his hips seemed to have pushed out wider. The lumps on his chest definitely felt like breasts and his hair had doubled in length again.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkk," he groaned as another series of pops and cracks within his body sent him into spasms of pleasure. "Uggggh, what's happening to me?"

His pushed his chest out and grunted... the bumps on his chest got even bigger.

***

"I can't fucking see," groaned Riley as she reached up to her face. Her vision was totally blurry now. Her body felt wrecked and strangely weak. She looked down. Her chest was smaller now... her once large D cup tits now barely a B cup.

Staggering to her mirror, Riley saw her hair looked shorter. Her skin was paler and her soft feminine features seemed a little more boyish. Her swollen clit had formed a little bulge in her leggings. She could almost imagine a pair of balls were growing underneath it and her pussy sealing up, but that would be crazy!

Riley massaged her throat. Her voice was croaky and there was a strange lump in her throat that she had never noticed before. She'd been told boys had them... Adam's apples they were called.

Sweat dripped down her body. She rubbed at her armpits. They needed shaving again, which was weird because she'd only waxed them a few days ago.

"What the fuck is this solution doing to me?" she groaned. "No increase in intelligence is worth this. I have to find Ry!"

She staggered to the hallway, then out into the living room. Her vision was swimming, she was nearly blind now. Everything ached and her breasts felt even smaller. Her head hurt... she just needed to...

With a groan Riley sank onto a sofa and passed out.

***

Ry groaned as his face burned and his back ached. His hands went to his chest, there were now two big rounded mounds there just like the ones he had always imagined owning when he wore his sisters bra. Sweat was pouring off him and his vision was all blurry. He reached up and tore off his glasses. Strange, but now he could see again.

His voice seemed croaky, his neck sore. His face felt different, the features more delicate. Long hair tickled his neck. "I fucked up somehow," he groaned. "The Crispr is making me INTO Riley. I have to find her and warn her."

Staggering out of the room, dizzy and sick - he staggered into the living room. A figure was passed out on one of the couches. He tried to approach, but instead his legs began to give way. With a groan, Ry staggered to the other couch and collapsed.

Darkness took him and then the strangest dreams he'd ever had.

Meanwhile Riley's DNA continued to consume his own and change his body... the physical changes were now nearly complete...

***

DAY TWO:

Ry awoke and for a second didn't know where he was.

The room smelled different. It smelt of sexy perfume. The sheets around him were pink and girly. Riley's clothes hung on racks around the room, plushies and cushions covered every surface.

He was naked in the bed.

A post it note lay on the table by the bed.

"Morning baby, me and your step-daddy found you and your brother passed out in the lounge. Were you partying last night? We put you both to bed in the right rooms and I undressed you. Were those your brothers clothes you were wearing? What were you doing? Lol Mom. XXX"

Pulling back the sheets, Ry saw his body had completely changed. He was no longer feverish, and the big wobbling tits on his chest were definitely real. His skin was healthy and lightly tanned, he had no body hair except for a tiny strip just above his... pussy?

Reaching down, Ry gasped at the sensation of his new vagina. He snatched his hand back in shock, although the urge to put it back there swiftly returned. Sliding out of the bed, he landed onto small perfect feet, then padding quietly across the room, he reached the mirror and stared in wonder.

Riley looked back at him. Well almost. He didn't have Riley's tattoos or her ear, nose or navel piercings. He didn't have any makeup on and his hair was a mess. His fingers and toes were unmanicured... but other than that... he looked just like her.

"Holy shit," he said in her voice.

The resemblance was so perfect, that last night her own Mother hadn't recognised that he was not really her girl. Riley's DNA had changed him into her. That probably meant in the other bedroom, Riley was now waking up as a physical copy of him.

And yet it wasn't just the physical changes. Something profound had happened to his mind, to his very soul.

The Crispr virus had infiltrated every cell of Ry's body, including his brain. He had been rewired and altered. He felt a new natural confidence, sexual assurance and a strong desire to monopolise on this situation. His personality was now more like Riley's than ever before. Even in his darkest dreams he could never have imagined being such a fucking bitch.

"Yesssss, I've always wanted to be Riley," he said in a slightly evil voice. "Mmmmh, I think I knew what that Crispr virus was going to do to us... but I did it anyway. I did it because I wanted to steal her life. I want to be Riley Grey... not Riley Green."

"And now that I used the Crispr," he purred allowing this delicious new persona to take control, "I am. Even Mommy thinks that I am. I am fucking Riley Grey and I want it ALL."

A wicked grin appeared on his face and he allowed his body language to relax. How did hot girls stand... ahhh yes, like this.

"These big tits are mine, mmmmh and this perfect ass. I've been remade in your image," he laughed. "A couple of trips to the hairdressers and the tattoo artists to get inked up and pierced... and no one would ever know the difference between us. This is my chance to assume your life and become the new you. I'm not going to waste it."

Riley smiled as she began looking for some clothes to wear. She just had to make 'Ry' understand that it was best to go along with what she wanted. The switch in pronouns was so easy to make... it suited her like a glove.

She was a woman now, she had all the equipment and soon no one would ever know she had ever been her dorky step-brother...

She just had to manipulate him the correct way.

***

Riley awoke feeling like death. Her vision was still blurry and she felt weak and wiped out.

"Here, put these on," said a familiar voice and her vision swam back into focus as a pair of glasses slid onto her face. "Don't panic. It's me, your step-brother. Honestly, I didn't plan for this to happen. The Crispr has gone wrong... I tried it too using one of your hairs. I'm afraid we've become copies of each other."

Riley gasped as she saw herself sitting on the end of the bed. Her hair was a fucking mess and she needed some makeup, but other than that it was definitely her.

Pulling back the sheets, she groaned in a very masculine sounding voice. Her body was now entirely masculine, a small cock and a pair of balls between her legs. Her boobs were gone and her flabby white body was that of a nerdy dork.

"Oh no, we have to fix this."

"I know," said her doppleganger, "but there's a big problem. We're changing mentally as well as physically. I'm not smart enough to make the Crispr anymore so I need you help to make a new batch, then we can try to reverse these changes. "

"But I don't know how to do it either," she complained.

"I'm sure you'll find a way," purred her twin. "I'll give you the notes I made and hopefully you can decode them. In the meantime we need to act like each other so no one gets suspicious. We'll have to dress like we normally would, you'll have to hide those tattoos and those piercings. I don't know how long we might be stuck like this. I guess it could be weeks!"

***

DAY THIRTY

It had been a month.

Riley and Riley were becoming more and more like each other by the day.

Ry, as he was now known, had still not figured out how to make the Crispr. Probably because before she had given him the notes - the new Riley had made sure to delete certain important elements from the research.

Genuinely she wasn't smart enough anymore to remember or understand what she had removed - just that it had been enough to stop him. Hopefully that would be enough.

Riley didn't want a way back. She wanted to go deeper and deeper into this rabbit hole of femininity. In the last month she had discovered that being a hot, popular, girl was pretty much as amazing as she had dreamed it would be.

First of all there was the makeup and the clothes. They all made her look and feel incredible. If that wasn't enough, there was the enjoyment of sex.

Remembering that buzzing she'd heard all that time ago, Riley had uncovered the sex-toy collection. The first time she'd pushed a magic wand against her clit and felt it throb and vibrate, she'd known she was now a female sex addict.

It hadn't taken long to move from toys to the real thing... boys. There were plenty of guys wanting to fuck a hot slut like her, and after a couple of introductory sessions with some of Riley's ex-lovers - the new Riley had really picked up the pace.

There was nothing quite like bouncing on some hard cock and cumming all over it as a girl. It was such a good feeling.

If that wasn't enough, there was the social life. Riley loved being the centre of attention now... going to parties, having fun, everyone wanting to be her friend. She found the company of other hot girls intoxicating. To be part of the squad was like a dream come true.

Riley understood now she'd always harboured these desires. She'd always wanted to be like her step-sister and the Crispr had provided a way.

Of course, that meant that the new Ry probably now harboured her old desires... to cross dress and be a girl. They had probably only been heightened by the loss of his actual femininity.

Riley wondered if she could use that against him...

She wondered just how far it was possible to gaslight her new step-brother...

***

DAY 60

"Babe. What the fuck are you actually talking about? What Crispr research, I didn't delete anything from your hard-drive."

Ry stared at his sister in astonishment. Over the last few months he'd come to think of himself as male - it was somehow easier that way. His memories of being Riley were a confusing mess, sometimes it didn't even feel real. That was why it was now so confusing when Riley actually suggested it wasn't.

Over the last few days she'd been acting increasingly difficult. She kept giving him blank looks when he mentioned getting their bodies back and she had been dropping hints in from of him that he might be losing his mind.

"Listen Ry, I know you have this weird fetish for dressing up in my clothes... I found one of my bras in your room."

"Wh? WHAT? Well, those ARE my clothes," he growled angrily. "Before we swapped, those were ALL my clothes."

"Swapped, what the hell are you taking about? You keep going on about this weird dream fantasy of yours. Are you really suggesting that two months ago we both drank a formula that altered our DNA and turned us into each other. Don't you think that sounds kinda crazy?"

"It's not crazy... and when I find the research, I'll prove it to you!"

Riley watched him go with an evil smile on her perfect lips.

***

DAY 260

Riley sighed as her annoying step-bro peeked through her door. He was such a fucking pervert and always hanging around. He was easy to convince though. Sometimes she had trouble remembering her own lies now - manipulating him was getting easier by the day.

"Hey loser, get out of here. I told you I'm about to stream and I don't want you watching me."

"But Riley, I think I found something. A blog about this girl called Laura Sims, the same thing happened to her... I think."

"What thing?"

"You know, the Crispr solution... the DNA exchange. The personality and memory changes."

"Listen Ry, I already told you I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. Worse than that, I think it's time you admitted the truth. Do you really think a pathetic little loser like you could ever have been a beautiful gorgeous woman like me? Does it seem possible? Of course not. You're a boy and you've always been a boy."

"I have? What about these weird scars I have. They could be from tattoo removal right? Maybe I once had the same tattoos as you?"

"You know you got those in a fire right? Are you really suggesting that once you were me. That you had these tattoos and these piercings? That you and me somehow swapped lives and then I gaslit you into believing you had always been a boy?"

"I know it sounds crazy but..."

"It does sound crazy. Would it even matter? Would anyone believe you? I think you'll be happier if you just accept things are this way now, whatever you believe."

Sliding her hand onto his crotch, Riley grinned as she saw her step-brothers expression go soft.

"Mmmmh, why don't we stroke this little cock of yours to make it feel all better. Hmmmm?"

Ry groaned as his step-sister expertly jerked him off till he groaned and came. He watched her hot manicured hands slowly pump him up and down, draining his cock and all resistance out of him.

"There now. Feel better?"

"Yessss," he groaned.

"Good boy. Now get out of here. Go and goon in your room or something."

***

Listening to her step-brother grunting next door as he jerked off wearing her bra, Riley Grey played with her pussy and looked at herself in the mirror. Damn she was perfect. She was beautiful and sexy and hot. She loved being a girl.

She didn't even miss her old boy smarts. Who needed brains when you looked this good? Then again, she'd been doing a little research lately. She and Laura Richie had made contact and she had been intrigued by what she had found out.

She'd found out from the other girl that there was a second serum... one designed to improve the effects of the first. One that would make her a Goddess.

Maybe it was time to begin another new experiment...

THE END?

[kelykorruption]

Good pet, doesn't it feel nice to obey, to let go of everything else and just do as you're told. No more hard decision, no more thinking, just mindless, empty, bliss.

Not a thought in your head that I don't put there myself, like keeping up our appearance, or knowing exactly how to give and receive pleasure in the sluttiest way possible. But you'll find you don't have to think much about those things, they'll just come naturally to you, like a slutty little protégé. Now come slut, show me what your instincts are telling you to do.

[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.

[youngbloodtg109]

An Accidental Possession Prt 3: The Inevitable Betrayal

Marie stood nervously as Sam towered over her. His dark complexion cast a shadow over the girl. “Now your little boy toy isn’t here to save you….you know you want it, Marie. All you have to do is say yes,” Sam said breathily.

“I….I shouldn’t…” Marie said, her voice shaking. “He’ll never know baby…he’s too busy slobbering over his food to be with his girl…” Sam said, slowly moving in until finally…their lips met. Marie’s eyes went wide and her hands jumped to Sam’s chest, trying to push off until ultimately succumbing to the soft kiss. She found herself kissing back, wrapping her arms around his waist. Their eyes closed as their natural instincts took over. To the onward looker, they would just look like another couple making out in a private place.

Sam took the initiative and gently wrapped Marie’s legs around his as they found themselves in a broom closet. “You want my cock, Marie? My big black cock inside your tight white pussy?” Sam asked in between kisses. Marie couldn’t help but nod. She had heard the rumors that black cocks were bigger but she never saw one in person. Until now.

Marie was still attached to Sam, with her arms and legs wrapped around his large dark body. Sam took his jeans off with only one hand, keeping the other around the blonde snowbunny. He then slowly stripped Marie of her panties, throwing them to an unknown part of the small closet.

Sam made sure to lubricate his cock before slowly inserting it inside Marie’s tight pussy. Marie’s memories of sex with Dylan showed that his cock was insignificant next to Sam’s. It was perfect, making her moan just by moving only a few inches further inside her.

Marie had to keep her lips on Sam’s to ensure that her moans of pleasure wouldn’t be heard by anyone else in the mall. Sam made Marie bounce on his cock, his tip grazing her cervix everytime. Marie’s legs were shaking slightly with every bounce on Sam’s big black cock.

Marie must’ve cum at least three times before Sam felt he was about to cum. “I’m gonna cum, baby,” Sam said breathily. “I want to taste it,” Marie said, out of breath from her multiple orgasms overtaking her. Sam gently took his cock out and removed Marie from him, letting her take the initiative to get on her knees.

To Marie, the taste of big black cock was even better than the feel. The scent of Sam’s musk flooded her nostrils and made her even wetter than with his cock inside her. “Good girl,” Sam said as he placed his hand on the back of her head as Marie sucked his cock like there was no tomorrow.

Sam had unlocked something inside Marie, something that Jack and the original Marie didn’t know she was capable of. She was like a voracious animal as she sucked, taking turns between his head, shaft, and his testicles. She wanted to taste everything that Sam had to offer, and she wanted to taste and feel it as much as possible. “Fuck, we should’ve done this sooner,” Marie said before going back to sucking his cock.

Sam pushed Marie’s head down as far as it could go as he finally exploded in her mouth, shooting ropes of cum straight down her throat. Marie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she tasted Sam’s potent semen.

Marie was soon detached from Sam’s cock. She took long deep breaths to recover from the intense sex they both just had. “That was amazing, baby. No one has ever sucked my dick like that. Now, you should go back to your little boy toy before he gets suspicious,” Sam said, helping Marie up.

Sam and Marie walked out, her panties still left behind in the darkness of the broom closet. Both of them knew that was only the beginning. With one final kiss, Sam slapped Marie’s ass, causing her to giggle before she went on her way back to Dylan.

“What took you so long, babe?” Dylan asked, standing up from a bench that he had moved to. “Sorry. The line was…really long,” Marie replied, lying through her teeth. Dylan kissed his girlfriend’s cheek as they made their way out of the mall and back home.

Marie looked at her phone, eyeing the new contact.

SAM [Hey babygirl]

[destinationunown]

Time Bomb

My girlfriend, Heather, and I liked roleplaying, especially during sex. So you know what she did? She went online to find how to expand our roles. She thought that it would be fun if I played an obscure character. She chose one, Chitose from My Hero. I didn't really like the thought of being a woman but she said it would be fine.

Eventually the suit came and I put it on, sounding just like her... but something else happened. I heard a whisper in my head. I thought it was my imagination. We eventually got down to business and I felt weird during it... my mind was telling me to ask some questions. So I did... Heather thought I was going into too much detail. It was weird... I said I understood but eventually I kept going and we had to call it quits early. I wanted to get out of the suit but when my girlfriend tried to get me out it hurt. I didn't care though as I wanted out but... she really didn't want to see me like this.

The bad part was that there was a time limit on the suit as well. Well figuratively. You can't be out in extreme conditions with it on as it would tighten or get stuck. That was also a bad thing as the rainy season had started. It was coming down pretty bad. I brushed off my own well being again, but luckily my better half called me off from work for a day or two.

I was alone for most of the day. Just... alone. But the whisper came back. It was chastising me for being so lazy. Saying I should go out and get some interviews. What interviews? It wanted me to work... and I didn't disagree. Two days turned into four and eventually I was going crazy stuck in a small apartment with the rain coming down and only video games to keep me busy. I had developed a new habit thought. I clicked pens. Oddly... I cluld never find the pens after only a few hours. I would always find ash or a bit of smoke. Things were starting to get scary. I wanted to tell my girlfriend but nothing... I just always had a nagging little voice in my head telling me it didn't matter.

Another day went by and I couldn't take it anymore. I put on the clothes the suit came with, grabbed an umbrella, and walked out of the apartment. I got to my car and drove allthe way to my office where I was stopped by the front desk woman. She asked for a name. For some reason my head was telling me in hushed little whispers "Chitose~" "Chitose~" but.. that was not my name! I said my name and showed my badge. She looked at me weirdly. Grace, the receptionist I was pretty close with... didn't believe me. She didn't believe me one bit. I got a bit flustered and decided to prove it to her. She seemed almost scared. I mean a blue skinned woman with dark eyes glaring at you... had to be scary for anyone. So in a polite tone I sinply said. "Just speak into the recorder and we'll get all your answers right, Okay Grace?"

I would have never spoken like that before... but something told me that was right. There was a look of fear in her eye and I smelt a little smoke. I had one of the company pens in my hand before. Helped calm me. Where did it go? She promptly called security and I was escorted out by John. I tried to reason with him as well but he just called me a freak and threw me out... into the rain.

I quickly panicked and reached for my umbrella, but as habit I had put it inside ans John was firm in not letting me go inside to grab it. He even snatched the ID off my neck. People were staring at me as I freaked out, the puddle around me feeling dangerous. I ran to my car, eyes all around me. They were all staring. They all knew the pain of someone with a quirk... but...wait what? No that wasn't true... I drove off quickly, getting back to the apartment to see my girlfriend there waiting for me. She looked pissed and I looked broken and scared. "Come on." She pulled me inside our apartment and started to dry me off.

We had a long talk about this. About how we should try rhe suit again. Maybe water would make it easier to come off. I blatantly told her it wouldn't. She got to the zipper and it got stuck as it came down. Halfway down my back... it was like the parts for it were sealing! Quickly she went to look up how to solve this. She was so nice... I wanted to know even more about her.my curiosities were getting the better of me. I grabbed a pen out of the drawer and started to click it. It felt right... until my thumb hit my hand. Where was the pen? My pen was gone? My girlfriend came running to me panicked. I looked surprised. "Wh-What?"

She looked at me horrified. "What the hell was that?!" She shouted.

"What? What was what? I was just sitting here!" I looked at her defensively.

"The big crash! What was that sound?!"

I got a bit angry and my eyes turned to a cold glare. "Babe. There was no crash. I have no clue what the hell you're talking about." A voice chirped in my head. Curiosity. "But... why don't you tell me?" I put down what I thought was a recorder. Where did I get one of tbose. She looked at me like I was insane. Some ash came out of my blue hands. She was even more scared.

"Babe I... I need a bit." She started to walk away and I felt awful. How could I recover from this? What was happening to me? This was... this could be cleared up. This always could. I could just publish my side of the story. Just tell them the fact and they would see... or... I could embelish a bit. Have a clear victim. Show what people with quirks were really facing. Wait... that word... qurik... what the hell was that word? Why did my mind just keep filtering it in? What was I telling myself? I didn't follow my girlfriend. I could hear her talking on the phone in our room. I just sat and watched TV for the rest of the night... I felt bad. I slept there on the couch in these clothes.

The next morning I woke up early, Heather was going to work. I wished her a good day but she didn't really want to speak with me after last night. Another person treating me like scum. But no... no that wasn't quite right... but it would get readers on my side... "What readers?" I said aloud, now just starting to talk with the voice in my head.

Why the ones who read all your posts. That's a start for a fledgling journalist.

"But I'm not a journalist.."

But aren't you Chitose? Are you not Chitose Kizuki?

"No....that's...that's the name of the suit."

Yes it is your name.

This was getting bad. I was starting to realize how bad it was. I needed to take it off. I ran to the bathroom, the voice in my head asking me so many questions. They bombarded me with them. I grabbed the zipper. I started to pull, groaning turned into me trying to cover yelling... it felt like someone was pulling off my skin. That was until I heard it. A crackle then a bang. Not a loud bang but... something heppened. Something made my hand and back warm. Then I felr a trickle... my back was bleeding. I looked in the mirror. The zipper was gone. Dust. There was ash and smoke from where it was. I gasped and tried to hold it all back. I grabbed a towel and ice and held it against my back.

I got my phone and texted Heather.

"Help." "Heather I need help." "Heather please. Something is wrong with me."

I felt the voice again. Asking me how it felt. It was asking me how this entire thing felt. I was now on the floor of the bathroom, interviewing myself. From one question to another.

How did it feel? the curious voice would ask.

I tried to not respond but they demanded I say it out loud. Loud enough for the phone to hear. "It... it hurt... I...I'm not normal. I'm not okay. This isn't normal." I was struggling but the questions kept coming.

How are you not normal? You seem quite upstanding to me.

"No...stop talking. Stop..."

It went on for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only three. Heather had a job that was not too far. She was ignoring me blatantly at first. Angry about last night. She felt like I was gaslighting her, scaring her. I was destroying myself. I was like a ticking time bomb right now.

Eventually she came home though. She found me in the bathroom, conducting a very pained interview with myself somewhat lucid. One eye darted to her as she came in, the other following. "Oh god..."

She got me up, seeing some bleeding on my back. The thing was small. By this point Heather pieced a few things together. While at work she had done some research, it was on her mind. How could it not have been.

There were some things she suspected. One. There was some sort of character put into the suit. Two... I somehow had Chitose's power but without knowing I would use it without meaning to. Three, I was struggling with both sides. On one side I was Chitose Kizuki, world famous journalist and reporter. Ally to the meta liberation front. On the other I was myself, trying to wrestle control away from the other but slipping through. Life would be hard... but she was calming me. Since the zipper was no issue right now we could get a light rinse.

I stripped and got in the shower as did Heather. She helped me wash as I was struggling... it was kind and I asked a few questions. But... she pretended not to answer. I could feel it pissing me off.

We eventually got out. My back cleaned and her bandaging it. This was not good for my status, bleeding through the suit could do some serious damage. All the while we did this she told me about support groups. If she were to stay I would need to join one.

I wanted her to stay, although Chitose could care less. We were going to look into them. They each had a decent sized group as this kind of skinsuit morphing was becomming more prevalent. Heather got me signed up for one. I would be starting in the next week. All the while she called a co-worker of mine. A friend. He came over and was... well... shocked and horrified to see the woman who apparently blew up Grace's mug in front of them.

It was hard to convince them to stay but slowly we got him in. It was important to both have this explained to my boss and to have outside relations. Feeling secluded would just make this worse. Alan, my friend, agreed to tell my boss but never said itbwould go well. Although... my other half tried to turn it into an interview. They ignored it again... I felt the anger.

By the next week I was in a support group, I had been getting information out of each of the others who were like me. It felt invigorating, although some didn't answer. That pissed me off. We went through strategies to help and while I had some, I could tell the instructors and other patients were a bit wary of me. My suit was that of a villain. And it didn't take long for me to show that either. It was a bad day for me. Got in a fight with my friend over my increasingly personal questions.

The voice told me to use my quirk. I didn't. I held off. Then one of the others had mocked me. My curiosity was being mocked. Ao i started to interview him. Others saw this as a hostile interrogation. Now these meetings could get a bit... hostile. They could get a bit bad. But I took it to another level. I finally snapped and used it. I used my power. I detonated a button on their suit. They flew back. I stood there stunned. One half of me was happy to weaken the idiot. The other was mortified.

I was retrained even if I did tell my side of the story. The guy was hospitalized and I was taken to court. The jury deemed me unfit to stand trial... it became controversial. It became a news frenzy. I got to be in the news. It made me feel good. I got to tell my side of the story. People were starting to believe me.

However... the jury did find me fit to go to a facility to be housed. There were people who were like me there. But I wasn't like them. The voice kept telling me I was just in what I was doing. I was right. I was seen as a dangerous woman. Heather still visited because she understood. We still got along but it was strained... I did have an idea.

I was a journalist right? Why not write a book about this. Why not interview both inmates here and people victim to suits like mine. Sure people looked at me like a monster and a freak... but I could spin any tale to be in my favor... I just needed a bit of time.

So, this is a story I wrote today but was hesitant to actually like... post it. I did on reddit but that was because it was supposed to be an RP Prompt originally. Now it's just some long ass story. Hopefully someone likes it cause most people I have seen didn't. Sorry about that if you thought it was bad...

[jennys-caps]

Mirror Me

Amy rushed home from school so she could stand in front of her new mirror. The woman at the weird curio shop had given her all kinds of warnings but basically she had warned Amy to never touch the mirror for more than a few seconds. A simple tap of her fingers against the mirror's surface was all it took to activate its magic and she felt her legs grow weak as Madison came out to play. That was the name she had come up with for herself after the mirror transformed her from her normal self into the blonde bombshell that now stared back at her. Madison was everything she wished she could be. She was beautiful, confident, and overall superior in every way to Amy.

She often wondered what would happen if she touched it for a little longer but the fear that she would somehow lose access to the mirror's magic always stopped her. The first time she had used the mirror she worried about her family discovering her and panicking at the strange woman but her fears were put to rest once she realized the world changed around her to accommodate her existence as Madison. It was as if her family never existed and she was free to roam the halls as she pleased.

She loved the feeling of sliding Madison's curves into any number of slutty outfits and after expertly applying her make-up she was ready to hit the clubs. As she locked the door behind her she had no way of knowing that this would be her final night as Madison.

An eerie silence fell over the house until with a creak, Madison's wardrobe opened to reveal her little brother Jack. A look of shock and confusion was plastered across his face as he tried to process what he'd just witnessed. While waiting to jump out and scare his dorky sister he had watched as she'd transformed into Madison. His proximity to the mirror had shielded him from the reality changing effects. Unaware of the mirror's true nature or the warnings that accompanied it he reached out and pressed his hand against the surface of the glass.

Thinking the mirror simply made whoever touched it more beautiful he held his hand against its surface and waiting for the changes to occur. By time he realized he was transforming into Madison it was too late to stop it but as his body morphed into a identical copy of the woman his sister had become cracks began to form on the mirror's surface until it shattered into a thousand pieces.

"Thank you so much for releasing me, it was so cramped in that stupid mirror."

It was as if someone was speaking directly into his mind.

"Thanks to that stupid old woman's warnings your sister has been enjoying my body without my permission and my soul has remained trapped. Now that the mirror is broken, I'm afraid you can never go back to the way you were before, not that you'll want to."

At first Jack tried to fight it but she was just too powerful and he could feel Madison worming her way into every corner of his mind. As her memories crept into his head and he became more and more like her he began to realize she was right, becoming Madison was inevitable. The evil witch Madison had been reborn and with so many new evil ideas in her mind she disappeared into the night.

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Amy knew something was wrong after she began turning back after spending only an hour as Madison. She arrived home to discover the mirror shattered and her brother missing. She was the only one who even remembered Jack existed, as if some force had magically erased his existence.

[crimsonrune]

Comm - The Skull Hat (Witch TF/TG)

You always find the most interesting stuff at Item Sales. When the artist of this piece - @Britney-TF - had some sweet looking wizard hats on offer last year I could hardly pass the opportunity up! Unfortunately I may have misinterpreted the branding a little bit, and this would-be wizard hat turned out instead to be a *witch's* hat. Take this lesson from me this year - if something doesn't already fit your #Aesthetic, then it's not worth the risk of getting your body stolen by a mischievous spellcaster.

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[rylem33]

Here's a new story for you all to enjoy....

[misseviehyde]

I HAVE NEVER

It was your bullying step-brothers idea to play a game. You just wished you'd never listened...

Jordan was the bane of your life. He was stronger, taller and more attractive than you. He seemed to take a perverse delight in ruining everything in your life and when you finally got a girlfriend you could sense his jealousy.

You weren't worried though. Jenna was sweet, delightful and funny. She hated 'Alpha-Males' like Jordan and was deeply in love with you. She was best-friends with your twin sister Kate as well and the three of you got on so well.

One day the three of you were hanging out when Jordan entered the room carrying a bottle of vodka.

"Hey nerds," he grinned, "wanna play a game with me?"

"Not really Jordan, go away," sighed Kate folding her arms under her small breasts and glaring at him. "You're such a douchebag, we don't want to play anything with you."

"Awwww, what's the matter? Don't wanna have some fun?"

Placing the bottle down, Jordan opened it and grabbed four shot glasses. He poured out the vodka. "Come on losers, I'm bored and this will be fun. I bet you pathetic dweebs have never played 'I have never'."

I didn't want to play anything with Jordan, but strangely I found myself being drawn towards the shot glass the same as my girlfriend and my sister.

"That's it losers - you can't resist playing with me. In fact - you can't resist doing everything I say from now on."

A strange befuddlement seemed to throb through my head as my hand closed on the glass. I could see Jenna breathing heavily and Kate as well as they grabbed their glasses.

"Now then bitches, I'm gonna say something and if you have never done it before, you have to drink and then do the thing I'm saying."

"Th...that's not how... the game... works," groaned Jenna struggling to speak as a strange lethargy swept through her.

"It's how my version works losers - now then. I have never had my tits enhanced."

A strange tingle ran through all three of us and I found the vodka rising to my lips. I drank it and placing it down watched Jordan fill my glass back up.

The fiery vodka burned my throat and then my chest began to ache. I looked down and watched in horror as my t-shirt began to bulge and swell. My nipples were rock hard as my pectoral muscles bulged out and then became soft pliable flesh. Two round, perfect globes swelled out - big fat fake tits causing my t shirt to rip and tear. I could hear female moans next to me and saw that my sister and girlfriend were undergoing a similar transformation.

"H...how?" groaned Kate as she cupped her massive new tits. She had been relatively flat chested before, but now she had a fine pair of teenage milkers and she looked great.

"Just a little magic to spice things up," grinned Jordan. "All three of you look so much better with this big tits. Now then 'I have never shaved my pussy bare."

I felt the vodka rising to my lips again and I drank it. My cock tingled and a delicious feeling of inversion and sucking seemed to happen. My crotch was now flat and smooth - a pretty pink pussy where my cock used to be.

"Haha, this is cool," laughed Jordan. "Now then, I have never worked my booty out to become a PAWG."

All three of us drank again and my whole body ached. I could feel my ass swelling up and my body shrinking. Toned muscles rippled under my skin as my hips cracked out. I looked at Kate and Jenna - they looked like hot little gym bunnies now just like I did.

"Okay sluts - you're looking good, but we can do even better. I have never had hair extensions, fake nails, eyelashes and a tan."

My body ached and as I raised the vodka to my lips again I saw I now had cute white nails and smooth tanned skin. My short hair was now long and blonde, I could feel it tickling my shoulders. Long slutty lashes projected from my eyes and I could taste lipstick on my transformed face.

I had nearly become fully female.

"Yeah, that's it bitches - you look so much better. The bottle is nearly empty. How about one final round? I have never been a horny, popular, bitchy slut who only likes hung Alpha-males."

All three of us drank, the empy glasses tumbling from our hands as we shook and giggled. My pussy throbbed and my brain ached as I felt new urges and desires pulse through me.

I'm a slut... I'm a bitch... I'm popular. I wanna fuck Jordan, I love being a slut for him... ohhh fuck yeah.

My clothing transformed as did Kate and Jenna's. All three of us were now dressed in sexy lingerie. The three of us were mean little size queens now, sluts for bully cock. I felt my pouty pink lips twist into a dumb grin as I played with my hair.

"Like... I am sooooo drunk and I'm fucking horny. Jordan, please will you like let us suck your cock?"

Jordan smiled and unzipping his fly flopped out his big fat cock. Me and my slutty friends sank to our knees, our mouths wet. Mmmmmh, he was so good to us.

"Fuck yes. My step-sis and her slutty friends. This is such a better configuration," he crowed. "Maybe one day I'll turn you back so you can appreciate how much of a slut you were for my cock. Then I'll turn you back into this bitch - she's better than you ever were."

I had no idea what my hot step-brother was going on about. I was too busy sinking my cherry pink lips around his big cock and starting to suck as Jenna began to rim Jordan and Kate kissed and made out with him.

Glug... glug... glug...

THE END

"Mmmmmh, that's it girls - I have never had a threesome before and this is gonna be a blast..."

As I felt Jordan's cock slide deep down my slut throat, I gurgled happily. Mmmmmh, I loved playing games with him...

[kelykorruption]

Body Suit Bitch

Oh don't look at me like that, I offered to make you a skin suit out of one of the hot popular girls from school, but you just cried about morals and ethics. And now that I'm in the body of the hottest bitch at school, you just seem like a pathetic loser who's to scared to take what he wants.

So instead, I'm gonna take this skin suit that would've been yours, and slide it onto your loser dad. Of course I'll have him submit to me first, break his mind into million pieces before building him back into my pet.

Only then will I bless him with this gift, and once he's felt the bliss of being a sexy little slut, she'll never want to turn back into your pathetic father. Now call your daddy down here loser, it's time to say goodbye.

[mastodont1369]

[corruptedcaps]

Playing the part

“I don’t know about this Mr. Johnson. I get that you want to find out who is selling drugs on school property by having someone infiltrate Amber’s popular gang but why me? I’m just the Drama teacher! Even with this de-aging machine I’ll still look like how I did in high school which wasn’t very flattering. I used to get called friendless Tess when I was their age. The machine can also improve my looks my adjusting my DNA? And I’ll have access to a fund to buy clothes and makeup to blend in more? And I guess my theatre background with give me an edge in playing the part of a spoiled mean girl. I still don’t know, what about my students? Yes I suppose I’ll be making their lives better if I can rid this place of drugs. Ok fine I’ll do it but only for a week ok?”

“Oh my god the machine actually worked?! I look so young again! And I look way better than I did then, I could of been the most popular girl in school looking like this back then! Look at how flat my stomach is. All my split ends are gone! And my face! It’s gorgeous! in a kind of bitchy and hot way don’t you think? I need to think of an appropriately mean name to match. Mmmmean. How about Melanie. Yesss that sounds good. Or should I say bad haha. What? Oh yes of course I’ll get to work right away trying to infiltrate Amber’s clique I just need a minute to check out… everything, so could I get a little privacy?”

“Getting in tight with Amber is proving to be harder than I thought. It’s like the complete opposite of how I got into this tight outfit which fits me like a sexy glove don’t you think? I think the problem is she doesn’t see me as an equal yet. She’s dripping in expensive clothes and jewelry, so I think I need some more money to buy some better fashion sense. Then I know she’ll notice me. Surely there’s a little extra cash in the school budget for our little operation? Thanks so much Mr. Johnson, and don’t worry this is all for a good cause!”

“I’m finally in with Amber thanks to the sweet new clothes I bought. Mmmm don’t they make my tits look great, it’s ok you can look. However I need more time gaining her trust. I know I know I said a week but she’s never going to open up to me after a few days, I need her to trust me implicitly before I can take her down for good! Well yes of course I mean finding out where the drugs are coming from first but something tells me she’s wrapped up in intimately so once she’s knocked off her pedestal I have a feeling the drugs will dry up.”

“I don’t know why you’re mad at me, I had to bully those juniors otherwise Amber would know I’m faking it and our plan would be exposed. Besides those kids were wimps, it’ll do them some good to know where they are in the social hierarchy. It paid off though because Amber invited me to an exclusive party she’s throwing this weekend while her parents are out of town. It’s only been a month and I’ve been invited to the popular girl’s party. This is huge! Why aren’t you happy? End this operation? No we can’t do that! I’m so close! Amber said her college boyfriend will be there and I’m sure he’s the one supplying the drugs. We’re so close. Please just give me one more week and I’ll have results, I promise! Plus I just bought this sexy dress especially for the party, would you trust me looking like this? Thanks Mr. Johnson you won’t regret it.”

“I have some great news, because of that information I slipped you about Amber’s best friend and top pusher Brianna possessing drugs at Amber’s party on the weekend Brianna has been pulled from school by her parents and it leaves an opening I intend to fill. She’ll then have no choice but to tell me how she gets the drugs. However Amber is looking for a true test of loyalty to become her lieutenant. I’m sure you’re aware of the rumours about Brianna and Mr. Franke the chemistry teacher having an affair? I know you didn’t have enough proof to fire Franke or expel Brianna but it was enough for Amber to promote her in her ranks. Now she wants all her girls to try and bed a teacher. The girl who beds the most impressive teacher gets to best her new best friend. And I was thinking Mr. John- Alex, I was thinking what’s more impressive than a teacher? Why not a principal? Don’t worry it’s not inappropriate, remember I’m not some bright eyed 18 year old, I’m a grown woman. I know you’ve been thinking about it ever since I’ve changed and it will be all for the greater good. Don’t you want to kiss my lips? Because I want to kiss yours. Don’t you want to fuck my pussy? Because I want feel your dick in me. Oh yesssss Alex! That’s it baby!”

“Hello Alex, I hope you don’t mind but I let myself in. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the other day when we fucked. You’re just so strong and masculine and my body is so young and horny now that I needed to see you again. Our plan worked and Amber trusts me entirely. She was so impressed that I could bed the most handsome man at school. We talk about you all the time and how hot you are. What do you think of my lingerie? Don’t I look so fuckable in it? Don’t worry your wife won’t be back for hours so we’ll be able to have fun for awhile. The drugs? Let’s not worry about those for now and let’s just have a little fun.”

“This is the only way Alex. To stop all the drugs flooding into school we need to put Amber in the machine and age her up. Then we use it to rewrite her mind so she thinks she’s a teacher here so she can take over my old job. Oh you didn’t know it could do that? Well I’ve been studying it and it can do miraculous things. Like it can make Amber’s parents believe I’m their daughter now or Amber’s boyfriend Brad think I’m his girlfriend no’s. Once she is out of the picture and I take over for her then I’ll be queen of the high school and I’ll control everything. Don’t you see? With me in control I’ll make sure not a single drug comes in these doors. Don’t get cold feet now baby, this is what you wanted just not in the way you pictured. No one but you and me will know, it’ll be our little secret.”

“What’s that? I can’t really hear you inside the machine Alex and definitely no one outside of this room can hear you either so you can stop your cries for help. Don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you, in fact I’m going to be giving you a gift. After all if it wasn’t for you then I wouldn’t of been able be the hot bitch before you and ascend so quickly as queen bee of this place. I had proof after day one of Amber’s little drug operation but rather than take it down I wanted to take it over. Being made to look like a sexy cold bitch made me want to act the part and I think you’ll have to say I’ve done a fantastic job. You were so easy to fool and manipulate into doing exactly what I wanted. All I had to do was bed you and you were putty in my hand. Even now All I had to do was wear some slutty lingerie and you willing got in the machine. I almost don’t want to use it on you but I’ll be leaving this school soon and will need a protege to take over while I build my empire outside these walls. Plus I’ve always wanted a sister… Alexis.”

“Don’t we look so hawt Alexis? Two sisters as hot and as mean as us should be locked up for being this sexy. We have to look good for this new principal that’s starting today, once we have him wrapped around our finger then you’ll be able to take over my drug empire here while I joint my big dick boyfriend Brad in college. In fact I think I’ll give you the honour of fucking him, seems only appropriate that the old principal fuck the new one don’t you think?”

Pics: Karlee grey

[jennys-caps]

Chain of Command

"Time's running out for you to retake the chain and stop me from taking control. Turning me into a succubus only to wrap this chain of command around my neck so you could have complete control over me was smart, but you should have seen the signs.

At first I was simply a man trapped in the body of a sexy seductress but as time went on the line began to blur. It began to influence my mind and pretty soon I was walking, talking, and fucking like a natural born woman.

Demons are masters of deceit and manipulation so its only natural that the longer I stayed in this form, the more those traits became ingrained in my very being. Did you not notice my increased appetite for sex, or my body growing more and more irresistible with each passing day?

I guess not, with all the pheromones my body was pumping out it was probably easier to go along with whatever I told you. Before long you began to believe that I was actually in love with you but it was just my demonic nature luring you into my trap. As soon as you released the chain and let me retake control I was ready.

All you need to do is grab it and you'll be in control once again but we both know that's not what you want. You want someone superior like me to make decisions for you. Don't worry, I'm a benevolent mistress and I reward those who serve me faithfully. The chain of command has shifted and I'm the one at the top now."