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LITTLE LOSER

My boyfriends older brother was SUCH a fucking douchebag. He was always belittling Joey and making out he was weak, pathetic and inferior.

Personally I just think he was jealous. Brad fancied himself as a real Alpha male, but he was just a dumb bully who people feared rather than respected. By comparison Joey might be a bit nerdy, but he was popular with his friends and at least he'd managed to get a girlfriend unlike his aggressive older brother.

Brad was obsessed with being masculine. Sure he worked out and had an amazing body, sure he was stronger, taller and physically superior to Joey - but he was also a cruel and arrogant bastard.

He was only prepared to date a girl equally ad obnoxious as him. He was into vain arrogant blonde gym bunnies. Bitches with big tits and long nails who bullied other women and acted like spoiled Instagram brats.

"If you were a hot girl, you'd soon get sick of my loser brother and you'd be completely into me," sneered Brad when I challenged him on it one day.

"Fuck you Brad, I'd hate your guts just the same as I do now."

"Whatever bitch. I bet you wouldn't be able to go longer than a week without betraying Joey and sucking and fucking my dick. You'd soon switch to the winning team if you were hotter."

I folded my arms under my small boobs and leered at him.

"Hah - I'd take that bet. Nothing could ever make you attractive to me."

Brad's eyes flashed dangerously. "Big words little lady. How about we do make it a bet then?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny silver coin. "I've been waiting for something good to use this magic dare coin on. How about we agree to a bet and let the magic go to work. I transform you into a hottie using this and if we haven't fucked by the end of the week you win the bet."

I gawped at him - but something about the way he said things made me realise he was serious!

"If I win the bet you become permanently transformed into a bratty popular bitch and you stay as my girlfriend permanently. If you win the bet how about I never bully Joey again and I get transformed into a nerdy loser just like him?"

Before I knew it he'd shaken my hand and tossed the coin. There was a bright flash and...

***

I immediately knew something was wrong.

My tits. My small tits that I had always felt a little self conscious about. They... they were massive.

My body felt different and I was no longer in a room talking to Brad. Instead I was in a strange bedroom and my body was different. My hair felt fuller and was more expensively conditioned, my skin was softer and lightly tanned, my hips wider and my body more feminine.

"What the fuck?" I gasped as I looked down to see my usually plain nails now had inch long manicures and my tiny feet were equally pedicured. There was a tattoo on thigh and my arm... I'd always wanted tattoos but been two scared to get them. I could also feel a piercing in my nose - again another secret fantasy of mine.

I grabbed my phone... only it wasn't my phone... it was a top of the range iPhone with all the extras. It unlocked to my biometrics and I switched the camera to selfie so I could see myself.

A girl was sitting on the bed. No... a woman. She was curvy in all the right places and was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. I felt a momentary pang of dysmorphic jealousy and wished I could look that effortlessly good before it hit me.

I DID look that good. This was ME! I had totally transformed.

"The coin actually worked. I'm a hot girl," I gasped noting that my voice sounded richer and sexier. As realisation hit, I looked round the large bedroom I was in - 3 times the size of my usual tiny shoe box room.

I walked over to the window, noting how it was now almost impossible for me to walk without shaking my ass and swaying, and saw a balcony overlooking a huge garden and a private pool.

I was apparantly now living in the largest house in town. I was rich, hot and popular.

My pouty new lips curved into a smile. I couldn't wait to go find Joey, but first...

Sliding down my expensive panties I spread my legs and lay back on my new bed. Biting my lip I groaned as I splayed my fingers and used the index to begin rubbing my clit.

As my new tight pussy got wet, I grabbed one of my new boobs and squeezed. I'd never had big tits to play with before and it felt GOOD.

Mmmmh I'd go find Joey soon, but first I needed to release the horny energy I was feeling. Being in this body was making me feel so deliciously slutty and I needed some release.

"Ohhhh fuck," I moaned as my fingers moved down and I slid two into my moist pussy using my thumb to keep rubbing my clit. This was gonna feel amazing...

***

Basking in the warm afterglow of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever experienced, I put on a designer dress - the kind of thing I'd never dared to wear in my old body and did my makeup.

In my old life I had a small collection of makeup - but now I had an entire metre long vanity. All of it was the most expensive stuff you could buy and it took me a while to choose the right colours and techniques to suit my perfect skin tone and fuller lips and lashes.

I felt amazing. I loved how great my hair looked. My old hair was unruly and difficult. It was always trying to curl and go frizzy. My new hair was almost psychic. It seemed to flow and wrap around my pretty head in the exact ways I wanted it to.

In short- I looked fucking stunning.

Being pretty and rich was already making me feel more confident and self assured than I'd ever felt before. When you're wearing a dress and makeup that costs more than some people might earn in a year - its easy to feel good about yourself.

"I am fucking HAWT," I drawled, almost drooling at how good it felt to be this way. I giggled and shifted my big tits. They felt so natural and part of me now. The way I walked and flaunted my body had come easily and naturally.

I'd agreed to meet Joey at a coffee shop. Whilst I waited I idly scrolled through my phone, tapping the screen with my sexy nails and learning more about this alternative life I now had.

Fuckkkk. I was popular. Really popular. I had every popular girl in school on my phone and I was the heart of every group chat. But there was one common theme coming out and as I scrolled through my heart began to grow cold with horror.

*Girl, why are you still dating that loser Joey?*

*Babe - I love you, but you have terrible taste in boys.*

*OMG - Sophie, we all thought it was a joke but you're actually dating that loser Joey?*

The phone dropped out of my numb fingers. So... so what? So what if all these bitches thought Joey was out of my league. What was wrong with me. These girls weren't even my real friends. Where was this urge to fit in and take their advice even coming from? A few hours of being popular and I was already sinking into the bitchy girl hive mind?

"Hey babe."

I looked up to see my Joey and I felt my heart began to lift. Only... something was wrong. This couldn't be my Joey. This had to be a mistake. My heart sank again.

The boy in front of me was short and pimply. His arms were thin, lacking in the muscle and tone I'd expect a real man to have. His chest was flabby, no evidence of a six pack or that he'd ever been anywhere near a gym. Thick glasses perched on his greasy nose and most dusgusting of all he had a slight belly. A peachy fuzz clung to his top lip. His clothes were dreadful too. Black t shirt, a baseball cap and skanky jeans. What... a... fucking... loser.

I physically shuddered as I looked at him and then I realised this WAS Joey and he'd always looked this way. I'd just never noticed before - or perhaps I hadn't cared.

He leant forward for a kiss.

I moved my head to one side away from him and put a menu up between us. "So what do you want to drink?" I asked coldly.

As Joey sat down, looking hurt at my lack of affection I could only feel cringing embarassment. It suddenly felt like everyone was looking at us and I could almost feel some of my popularity draining away.

I felt physically sick looking at this dweeb. I had never realised what a scrawny loser Joey was. I couldn't take it anymore.

"I just need to fix my makeup," I lied. Standing up I almost barfed in my mouth as I felt Joey's hungry eyes on my ass. "In your dreams loser," I thought as I walked away.

Damn it. What had happened? Before the wish I'd been madly in love with Joey. Now I was disgusted by him. It had to be me...

Or maybe I was finally seeing the truth. My own self esteem had been so low when I was a loser too - I hadn't realised what a pathetic piece of shit Joey was.

The fire exit was next to the ladies. I didn't even look back as I slipped through the fire exit.

***

I decamped to another coffee shop a few blocks down and ordering a frap - sat down to collect myself. I felt ashamed but also relieved.

My phone began to ring. It was Joey. I hesitated fot a moment... then I blocked the number.

Then I opened my social media apps.

I felt a surge of satisfaction as I changed my status to single and blocked Joey on every single app. Then I began messaging my girls.

"OMG - you were all so right. He is a loser. I don't know what was wrong with me. I just ditched the loser and now I'm gonna ghost him."

It only took me five minutes to erase Joey from my life. I had never felt more relieved.

Now what?

My circumstances suddenly came back into focus. I was only hot and popular because I'd taken the stupid bet with Brad. Shit.

At the end of this week I'd turn back into the old me. The only way to avoid it was to fuck Brad.

The thought shocked me. Then suddenly it interested me. My pouty lips twitched into a smile.

"Mmmmh he is kinda hot. And he may think he's the fucking Alpha, but I know boys like that. He'll be pussy whipped within a few weeks of us dating. All I have to do is make the right approach. Hmmmmm."

It wasn't even a question anymore. I had no intention of losing this new popular life of mine. I was going to fuck Brad so I could be a spoiled bitch forever.

I found Brad's contact details and my fingers began to type...

***

"I told you you'd change your mind," grinned Brad as he pulled up in his car and I slid into the passenger seat.

"Who said I've changed my mind?" I pouted.

"Haha - look at you Sophie. You're a fucking stunner now and you're already acting like a petulant spoiled bitch. A little sex appeal has really gone to your head."

"Oh yeah?" I smirked. "Looks more like it's gone to your dick. Are you getting hard for me Brad?"

"Who wouldn't? You have no idea just how sexy you are now. It's not just how you look. I love how you're acting. I heard you blocked Joey and trashed his reputation. Guess your date didn't go so good."

I tossed my hair back and folded my arms. "You think you're so fucking clever don't you Brad. You knew that once I looked this way Joey wouldn't be enough for me. You think I'm so desperate to stay this way that I'll do anything to suck your dick."

Brad's grin intensified.

"Thing is though Brad, if I don't fuck you the coin wears off sure. But don't forget, I just turn back to normal whilst you become a nerd."

"Wh... what?"

"Don't you remember our bet? If I don't betray Joey and screw you, then you have to stop bullying him and you become a nerd too."

"Wait," frowned Brad. "Shit... did I say that?"

"You assumed I'd be so desperate to stay this way - I'd be willing to become your submissive little slut. Well - we'll see. Tick tock Brad."

I commanded him to pull over and blew him a kiss as I walked away.

"Pick me up tomorrow and take me shopping. Bring your credit card." I walked off without a second glance.

Of course I wanted to fuck him. Of course I wanted to keep this body. But I wanted to make something quite clear.

I had the pussy. I had the power.

***

Breaking Brad in was fun.

Seeing him get increasingly desperate as the week progressed got me so fucking horny. I acted like such a cocktease that week. I wanted him to panic. To know that I had the power. In his arrogance he'd made a bet that could very easily backfire and burn on him.

I made him treat me like a Princess. I made him take me on dates. Meanwhile I kept calm and stopped the panic rising in me that if I didn't do something soon I'd also turn back. I couldn't go back to being a loser now.

All the while, that disgusting little loser Joey kept trying to see me. Ugh. I fucking hated him. My new body, my new life was everything I'd ever wanted. I'd taken to being popular so perfectly. I deserved this.

"You little cockteasing slut," snarled Brad as he drove me home from our date. His hands were white on the wheel. "We're both going to lose everything because of your dumb games."

"Mmmmh I love it when you talk dirty. Admit it Brad. You love me this way. You thought what you wanted was a submissive bimbo girlfriend - but that's why your relationships never work out. What you really want is a bitch. A woman who drives you a little crazy. you want this toxic relationship don't you."

"You know I do. Fucking hell Sophie - I think I'm falling in love with you. I only wanted you at first to ruin that little losers life, but you got me obsessed. I can't stop thinking about your body... how much I want it, how much I want you."

He pulled the car over and looked at me with mad desperate frustrated eyes. "I need you."

"Then come to my house tomorrow. And bring your loser brother with you willing or not."

***

The drama was finally coming to an end. The stage was set. I sat on my bed, dressed in a sexy pink bikini. I knew I looked good. I knew I was fuckable.

There were only a few hours till the week was up and our bet was complete. It was time to get this show on the road.

If I went through with this I was never going back and I would be stuck as an entitled popular bitch and Brad's girlfriend.

My pussy was wet at the thought.

Joey was struggling against the ropes tying him to the chair in the corner. His mouth was stuffed with cloth to prevent him calling out.

"I want you. I need you," growled Brad.

"Then come take me," I giggled unhooking my bra and letting my big perfect tits flop free.

Brad's pants dropped pretty quickly. He advanced, his big cock ready for me. I winked at my former boyfriend. "Wow Joey. Your brother has a real dick, not like that pathetic little thing between YOUR legs."

I reached out with my manicured hands and purred as Brad's cock slid into my hands. I began to stroke and pump his already swelling meat as he kissed me roughly and passionately and I moaned.

"Yessss, you're my slut now, and I love what a bitch you are," moaned Brad as he squeezed my tits and tasted my skin, kissing my neck.

"Fuck yeah baby," I gasped. "Looks like we both win the bet. Now give your slut what she needs."

I opened my mouth and slid his big cock into my mouth with a horny moan.

As I glugged on Brad's big cock I felt my skin tingle and knew somehow that my transformation was becoming permanent. I was in Heaven as I worshipped my man.

Joey squealed and gasped in emotional pain as Brad grabbed my head and forced it down deep onto his cock. Making him watch was just so fucking hot.

Brad pulled his dick out of my mouth with a pop and slid it between my tits. I poured lube down over my chest and grinned... smooshing my boob's together and letting him tit fuck me.

I gazed lovingly at Brad's muscles and his powerful alpha physique. This was the kind of man I needed. Strong, powerful, dominant. He got me dripping wet.

Losers like Joey had no value to me. Other than as someone to bully.

"Yes Brad. Fuck me. Make me your bitch forever. Win the bet and make me your girl."

With a snarl, Brad pushed me back and I eagerly spread my legs as wide as I could. I shivered and gasped as he teased his cock against my pussy then with a grin he pushed it into me.

"Ohhhhh FUCKKK!" I screamed as he began to pump my tight fuck hole and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

As my new boyfriend began to rail me in front of my old, I laughed. Brad had been right... I couldn't resist him or this life. Perhaps he hadn't meant to become so obsessed with me either - but we were now the perfect couple.

I was a bad influence on Brad and a twisted evil popular girl. Perhaps this was who I had always been.

And as I began to cum, I turned my head and looked into Joey's eyes and felt nothing but amusement.

It was all over for the little loser and I was Brad's forever now...

THE END

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NAIL ME

Well, well, well.

If it isn't my old bully come here to beg for forgiveness. Not so cocky now are you?

Too bad it turns out you weren't the Alpha everyone thought you were. Who would have known it was your bitchy girlfriend who was pulling the strings and making sure you were popular?

That little slut had her manicured fingers in everyone's business. She was responsible for everything that happened around here. I have to admire the little genius for how devious and evil she was.

She knew which buttons to press to make everyone do what she wanted. Her advice helped you stay on top and be the Alpha male. She even goaded you into being more aggressive and masculine. You're nothing without her.

Not that she owes her powers to anything other than the magic nails she used to wear. Without those on her fingers, she's just some normal boring basic bitch.

Now I have the nails and that's why you've come here to beg. You want me to take her place and do what she used to do right?

I have to admit it's tempting. When I discovered the truth about the nails I only intended to stop your girlfriend from wearing them to weaken her and stop you bullying me.

I used my life savings to bribe the nail salon to give her ordinary nails the next time she went in, but then they tempted me by offering me her nails instead.

The nail technician told me if I let her fuse the nails to MY fingers I would become more powerful that I could imagine. It felt so fucking good to have my first ever manicure. As each nail was fixed perfectly into place on my hand - I felt my body and personality change.

My boyish body swelled and grew, female hormones pumping round my body as I transformed. I moaned and gasped in pleasure as my breasts grew and my cock shrunk to nothing so that my superior pussy could open up.

My hips widened, my hair grew longer and I became pretty and popular. I loved how it felt to be a teasing blonde minx and as the final nail slid into place I knew that I was born to be a brat.

When I returned home from the salon, I found that everyone remembered me as a girl. I was now the most popular bitch at school and your former girlfriend was now a nobody.

It felt so fucking good to be pretty and feminine. I had a room full of designer clothes and makeup and everyone was desperate to please me. The power was intoxicating. I love being popular.

I don't know why the magic didn't affect you too. I have no idea why you can still remember me as a boy... but it's actually kind of hot. It helps me to remember that this is all real.

Personally I think it's because you and I were destined to be together. You need me now to make you popular again and I enjoy the power that gives me over you.

I want you to worship me and make me cum like you used to make her cum. Fuck me with your massive bully cock and do everything I tell you. I wanna feel you deep inside me. I wanna know you are mine to command. A hulking brute of a boyfriend who will do anything to please me.

Fucking nail me and take your power back. Together we will do such naughty things together...

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NASTY NURSING

Nurse Ashley had a unique power... the power to transform men and make them so much better. She could improve them, just like she had once been improved, and make them all healthy and Alpha again.

Most men didn't realise they were sick and weak until she showed them the way with her perfect plastic bimbo body and special nursing techniques. They had no idea how beta they had become.

There were just so many poorly men out there. Men with powerful jobs and money in their bank accounts. Men with fat loser wives and girlfriends who didn't seem to realise they were sick. Men who didn't know what it meant to be masculine.

They needed to be nursed to full health and shown the truth. They needed a bimbo to help them get better.

She'd already transformed her own body to this glorious purpose. Big fake plastic tits bolted to her chest, fillers in her lips to make them better for sucking cock - permanent blonde hair extensions and an exercise regime to make her pussy tighter and her body more fuckable and flexible.

Long slutty nails had been welded to her fingers, they looked good wrapped round a married cock or digging into a man's back as he pounded her. Her body was hairless and smooth, the flesh enticing and creamy. Her makeup was flawless, her clothing ultra feminine and sexual.

When she wore her special nurses uniform, men couldn't stop themselves getting hard in her presence. As she strutted into the room with six inch heels on and her massive tits jiggling on her chest, what man could resist?

And these were the moments she lived for. Whilst some sad pathetic wife waited at home, she'd sink her perfect pink bimbo lips round a cock and begin to suck.

Sucking and fucking, she'd make him cum harder using her plastic body than he had ever for his wife. She'd fill his head with whispers, remind him of what women really wanted.

A strong dominant man. An Alpha.

They'd fuck and fuck - screwing in every position. She'd wear different outfits and costumes. She'd ride him again and again and watch the power her tight slutty pussy had on him.

Her patient would change. He would go to the gym, grow muscles, become more dominant. Soon he'd be the one giving her the orders, commanding her to bend over as he ass fucked her and spanked her ass making her moan in pleasure.

There was nothing hotter than seeing a man become Alpha. She loved turning broken down husbands into powerful cheating bastards who would take what they wanted.

Her body dripping in Alpha cum, her tight bimbo holes stretched out - she would experience true pleasure as her work was completed and her patient was fully recovered.

Then it was time to clean up and find another new man to heal.

Nurse Ashley loved what she did. She had destroyed so many marriages and turned so many men into dominant Alpha's that she had truly made the world a better place.

And she was never going to stop...

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Tasting

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WISHLIST FOR THE NEW YEAR

I’ll be honest. I’m fucking sick of smart women, fed up of talented, charismatic, intelligent woman. It was nice dating the most interesting woman in the room, I felt like I could watch her for her hours. But we’re done, and I’m fed up of it all, I want a fucking dog.

I want a messy, horny, stupid little whore who nods along with whatever I say, barks when I tell her to speak, and wags her tail at whatever I ask of her. I want to sit her in my lap, grinding against my cock, vibrator between her legs whilst I edge away whatever’s left. I want to feed her my fingers, hearing her soft little moans as she tastes herself on then. I want to take handfuls of her, easing into her needy little cunt whenever I feel like it. And oh, she’ll be so thankful for it, she’ll have been waiting for it all day.

I’d keep her dosed up and nice and slow, and she wouldn’t need to worry about a thing, just rubbing herself stupid, taking naps, and watching tv, whilst I’m at work, eagerly waiting for me to return. She wouldn’t be able to leave anyway, the door would be locked, I’m a responsible owner. Her body would fill out nicely, soft hips, perfect tits, I'd taste every inch of her, dress her up in the tightest little tops and thongs and shorts.

I don’t want a girlfriend anymore, I want a pet. Something to hold, stroke, show me unconditional love with empty glassy eyes. You’re going to make me feel so good darling, and you’ll be so grateful to me, it’ll take a while, but trust me, it’s true

That's it, yes, just slip down onto your knees, just like that. Doesn't that feel so natural already? My nice firm hand, doesn't it feel so safe and reassuring? Look at me, baby, you know I love you? You're going to be perfect for me.

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BEST WORK YET

Here she is: my best work yet. I feel a little bad in all honesty, because my intentions were never good. I only chose her because she was my ex's best friend, not because I saw any real potential.. but then, I suppose you can always surprise yourself.

Look at her, preening herself, arching her back, shoulders pushed together, reaching for every drop of attention the room can give her.

"Come here darling, come sit in my lap, good girl, princess. Yes, be a good girl, let daddy rest his hands there.."

When I started dosing her, she was actually something special.. She read Tolstoy, embroidered in free time, she was poised for scholarships and research grants for her work in the environmental humanities. I'm not sure what she does now to be honest..

"What do you do, baby?"

She doesn't know apparently... she does 'stuff'...

See I took advantage of her good nature, told her I needed to speak to her, to someone who knew my ex, that I just needed help getting closure. That was enough proximity; after two meetings and two dosings, she wasn't really thinking too critically anyway.

Then, as her mind dulled, I started to have my way with her. I remember that dumb look in her eyes when I kissed her in the doorway, I dressed it up all romantic for her, just to tie her in even deeper. Told her I was sorry, that I couldn't hold back anymore - she was all giddy and breathless, confusing the chemicals raging inside her for storybook feelings. Perhaps she was confusing her cunt with her heart. She was dumb enough by then. She didn't even notice the line of drool dripping down her chin.

She didn't resist either when I reached from behind and grabbed her growing tits the next day, she just mewed, pushed in closer. It was a lucky guess really, she was still wearing oversized tshirts, still had that frizzy mop of hair, I'm pretty sure she still thought she was nonbinary then. Thinking with your cunt first tends to change silly thoughts like that - she knows what she is now.

"What are you, sweetie?"

Yeah, she's daddy's girl.

That's when I had a pretty good idea that her mind was mush, I could see books were starting to get a little dusty, apartment a little less tidy. I could start the real fun then: little gifts, outfits, trips to expensive bars. With each one she fell deeper and deeper into me, but with each one she changed as well: a skirt that showed a little more leg, wearing that tight new top to the bar for me, learning to feel like a trophy on my arm. I told her that I could fix everything for her and she started to believe me. She started to hang on my every word. Look what I can make her do now:

"Rub your cunt for me, sweetie... I don't care that there are people looking, you know how good it will feel."

"Let me get you started.. Oh that feels good doesn't it princess.. Yeah, that's it, don't you stop now.. good girl.."

That girl used to go on political marches. Can you believe it?

Anyway, I'm going to take her for dinner next week to my ex's restaurant. She's a server there. I might put the reservation in her friend's name, see if she recognises her when we turn up. And when we fuck in the bathroom, I'll make sure she knows. Maybe she'll work out what she was missing...

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What is your body count?

interesting question.. So in highschool, I was pathetic, I hated myself and thought I would never even kiss a girl.. However, my confidence slowly grew and things started to happen.. You’re much more appealing when you like yourself..

I lost my virginity in my second year of university, I think I was ready by then, I’d tried to sleep with a couple others but erectile dysfunction got in the way..

Anyway to actually answer the question, since then, I have been in a few long term relationships and slept with 16 people. My bodycount is 17. A little tip though: don’t focus on the number, the best sex you’ll have is with someone truly devoted to you~

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TAKING A ROADTRIP

So this isn’t the story you asked for, but it’s the one that came to me when I sat down to write. This is what I wanted to write. That should be enough.

“One week?” She had asked, unsure of why she was even contemplating this.

“Yes, baby. One week. That’s all. One week, and we can forget that any of this happened.” You flushed in shame, not just in what you were asking of her, but also the erection that had quickly followed after.

Months ago, you had messaged an online profile, someone professing to be a dom and a bull, someone who claimed to be able to corrupt women, turn them into bimbos, sluts, bitches, whatever he felt like, and whatever lay dormant within them. You professed your fantasies, talked about them for hours.. Over the days, these fantasies turned into careful planning, and before you knew it, he had turned up at your door in a white sportscar, under the pretense of being your old roommate from college, a gay man who needed a fake girlfirend to bring to his cousin’s wedding.

Of course she was furious that you would agree to such a thing without consultation, but eager to look after a vulnerable gay man, to prove her credentials as a radical feminist, she couldn’t bring herself to say no once she understood the situation. For your part, you couldn’t help but find your head swimming.. It all felt a little real when the sportscar had parked up outside. Your real fantasy had been to see your girlfriend corrupted into a leathered biker queen, and this bull’s sportscar was close enough at least, but was this what you really wanted? Your heart felt like it would explode through the meeting, the feigned catch-up, you thought you were going to be sick when they left through the front door. But when you heard the rev of the engine and your girlfriend pulling away in a stranger’s car, a quiet descended on your mind… and you felt a stirring in your crotch.

A picture arrived in your inbox a week later. You’d had a steady stream of texts from her the first three days, they slowed after that, and she left you on read by day 6.. This was day 8.

“We’ve been on a little roadtrip.”

You couldn't believe your eyes. This had to be fake? Your girlfriend was covered in tattoos, glasses gone, full face of makeup, her nails had been done, her hair tied back. She was sat in front of the same white car she had left in, but there was no way she would wear anything like that - tight, form fitting black material, and those shoes?! She looked like porn. The way she looked at the camera too, you had never seen that look before - entitled, expectant.. even aroused? Another text.

"You can't believe it can you?"

"Hahahaha you fucking loser."

"You know all she needed was to actually feel desired?"

You were reeling. Of course you wanted this girl.. But this wasn't the plain girl you fantasised about corrupting just to spice up your sex life, the same girl you shared pictures of with other men because you couldn't cum any other way, the girl you avoided having sex with because you wanted to masturbate in the bathroom instead...

No.. This was the girl that was inside her all along. But you never realised that. You were about to type a response but another text came through.. a voice note..

It started with a woman's laugh, and then: "Daddy told me all about your sick little plan~ God what a fucking loser I was dating.. You know, all this time I thought I was the problem. But daddy wanted me, I felt that the first time he put his arm around me, the first night we parked up outside that motel... He wanted me to be my best self.." The voice note trailed off into a small giggle.. "I can't believe you even thought I was yours to give away."

You felt that same sickness welling up inside you. The one you felt when the two of them left. You tried to type, but no words came to mind, you were pathetic, how could you argue with that; all you could think of to type was: "I'm sorry".

As you sat, alone, in bed that night, still in shock, you felt your phone buzzing. It was a video call from your girlfriend. Your heart started to beat again, a thousand times a second, but you had to pick up, just for a chance to say sorry, to tell her what she meant to you, to tell her that from now on you would just be honest to her.

You never got that chance. Instead he picked up, speaking before you even got the chance:

"Hhahaha, 'sup loser. So, in case you haven't realised. There never was any deal - I decided to make her mine."

You started to speak but he cut you off again:

"I decided I'll let you watch though."

And for some reason you couldn't stop watching.

He turned the camera round to reveal your girlfriend, face made up, collar round her neck, sitting on a motel bed, breathing heavily, expectantly. You saw a strong hand reach down and caress her face.

And for some reason you couldn't stop yourself getting hard.

It felt like hours. You watched another man stroke your girlfriend's face, feed her his fingers. You watched his muscles flex as he moved past the camera, the true image of a man who took what he wanted. What he wanted was your girlfriend. That much was clear when he pulled up her skirt, fondled her bare ass.

And for some reason, hearing her moan, you couldn't stop yourself reaching into your shorts.

As you watched him slide her onto his lap, now stripped to underwear you'd never seen before, as you watched her face soften, gave in to his assured touch, as you watched your ex-girlfriend melt onto his perfect cock, you couldn't help but stroke, stroke to the girl she was becoming. She was becoming someone else, someone you'd never know, but she was also becoming your dream - a woman that no man could ever resist.

You were still jerking when the video stopped.

No one hung up, you were still watching them intently, watching her moan as he tasted every inch of her, watching her body grind into his, imagining with every fibre of your being that it was you doing that to her. No, you suddenly became aware that the video stopped because they forgot about you. The phone had run out of battery after two hours. No one in that room realised you were even still there.

Every one of your sick little fantasies had come true and you had lost her. She was falling in love with another man, becoming better than you ever believed she could be, and you were still masturbating to the thought, alone, in your pathetic mess.

And that's how she found you. A week later. In a filthy apartment, you were jerking your tiny cock to that photo of her in front of that fucking car, jerking to every call she refused to pick up, and then the bell rang. She had come to pick up her things. Well, the expensive stuff.

You almost came on the spot.

[theneworder]

I'm fed up with my feminist boyfriend, I need a man who treats me like his object, dresses me in leather and makes me ride his motorcycle, do you have something in mind for my problem?

lollll you’re so impatient.. don’t worry i started something today xx