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I'm a 5'3 pansexual cisgender 21yr old girl with b cup boobs, wide hips, and longer legs. I like to tease others in a somewhat bullying and low-key sexual way. I'm also a virgin and quite girly. What would your imagination want to do with me?
A bully huh? It may surprise you to learn that I’m not much a fan of bullies… you’ve come to me, thinking ill some kind of super dom? Yeah, i don’t think so… I’ve made a few tiny tweaks you your body and mind, I think the people you’ve victimized in the past, and even some of your bimbo bitch friends might really appreciate…
From this point on…. I’ve fucked with your ability to blush. You know how, if you found yourself embarrassed, blood would shoot to your face and make it all red and hot? That won’t happen anymore. Sounds like a good thing, right? Well, see, the thing is… from now on, it’s all gonna shoot elsewhere. Downwards, flooding your little pink pussy, making it all sensitive and swollen… and start dripping heavily. It’s basically the equivalent of a lady-boner, and like with guy boners, you’ll find it really difficult to concentrate and make sensible decisions once you’ve got one throbbing away between your legs.
And of course, since becoming so horny so involuntarily is going to be pretty embarrassing for you, you can see how this new type of blushing…. lets call it “Gushing”… is very prone to stacking and spiralling out of control, to the point that everyone is staring at you helplessly grind yourself on anyone (or anyTHING) nearby. How long do you think you’ll manage to hold onto your virginity? Do you think it will last long after the first time everyone points and stares at the juices running down your thighs? You might wanna stop wearing pants….. Or anything other than a light skirt…. or things are going to get rather rather humiliating rather quickly.
Especially once social media, and all the people that used to be your friends start documenting and sharing your humiliating attempts to function in public! #publicmasturbation! #omgpussyjuicemuch? #whataslut
…am i right?
“But wait” I hear you saying. “I’m a bad bitch, not some unconfident wimp! If I just don’t blush in the first place, none of this will affect me at all!”
Well, you’re partially right. But… remember how i said I made multiple twists? Sooo… I also messed with your vocabulary too, Miss Bully. Every time you speak, your brain is going to start substituting random words for full volume “porn noises”. Maybe a sultry “aahh!” maybe a slutty “mmmph!”, maybe a satisfied “mmmmmmmmm…” and every once in a while, just because i feel like fucking with you, an orgasmic “oooooh fffuuuck!!!” And don’t bother preparing for it or counting words, coz there’s no pattern to the words that get switched. At least every 20 words or so you’re going to sound like someone just unpaused a very graphic porno.
So good luck out there Miss Bully! You’re going to make a lot of new friends, although they’re really gonna enjoy making you blush and cream yourself… Come see me when you’ve learned your lesson, if I feel sorry for you, maybe I won’t force you into a job that involves public speaking!
Ha! Spam emails crack me up sometimes… “Send this to 3 close female friends or in 3 minutes you will transform!”… Ohhhh so spooky! Blah blah blah… perpetually horny sex addict…. Blah blah blah…. Helpless to resist your bodies desires…. Will need to be photographed or filmed to be able to achieve orgasm… end up as a gangbang pornstar…. blah blah blah….
Jesus, who wrote this??? Looks like some idiot named agesavage has too much time on their hands. What a load of nonsense!
Lets see…delete! Empty trash…. Goodbye forever, stupid spam email! Now, back to work!
Thats weird…. I feel really funny down there…. Like, horny or whatever…. Huh, maybe I have some weird fetish for deleting idiotic emails hahaha!
Thats weird… That smell… Is that coming from me? Id better check before anyone smells- HOLY SHIT I’M ACTUALLY DRIPPING! Jesus, I’ve never felt this wet before…. Is it all me?
Oh no… I shouldn’t have touched it…. That feels sooo good…. Oh my gawd! Fuck I can’t believe I’m fingering myself in the middle of the office! I need to get out of here now! I could get seen fingering myself at my desk like a filthy slut…. Mmmm yes like a filthy bitch, leered at by everyone in the office! I’ll be completely humiliated!
….Oh god, why does that thought make me so much hotter?
Ohhhhh this soo sexy… Masturbating near all these people is so fucking hot… Yes i feel like a filthy whore doing this…. Mmmm almost there…. My pussy is on fire!
Ugh…. Why can’t I cum?? Im so horny… My fingers are totally covered in my juices…. I think Ted at the next desk over is giving me some funny looks…. I need to cum soooo bad though….
Mmmm fuck yeah my clit is so swollen and sensitive…. Its so worth moaning out loud every time I slide my finger over it…. Oh jesus people are looking… I can’t stop though, I’m so close! Fuck Sharon is pulling out her phone…. Is she filming m-“OOOOOOHHHH FUUUUUCCCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YESSSS IM CUMMINNNNMMMG!”
Have you ever heard the phrase “in heat”? Sure you have. Everyone has. I never really gave it much thought… until one day it suddenly kicked in with me.
“Heat” is a human name for a set of changes an organism goes through when it it time to begin breeding. It’s an animal urge, altering an organism on a cellular level. It effects the brain, cranking up the a polite urge to breed in maybe 5 years to maximum overdrive. Suddenly breeding is all the body and mind can think of, the overwhelming need to fuck and make babies totally takes over. The part of the brain that effects the breeding cycle similarly takes on a new cognitive priority. The organism is overtaken by a primal NEED to breed or be bred, and their brain is suddenly flooded with a hormone that makes them very submissive and extremely susceptible to sexual offers.
The genitalia swell and become oversensitive, making arousal a 0-10 hair-trigger. Lubrications are produced non-stop, and are laced heavily with pheromones to attract a potential mate. making a pussy drip constantly. The breasts begin preparing to feed the swarm of young the body is expecting to produce. They begin producing milk at an astonishing rate, for both feeding the eventual young, and to use a larger bust to attract more sex.
This “season cycle” can apparently effect humans too, I’m told. It’s exceedingly rare, and the girls (always girls, it kicks in only a few years after puberty winds down) are always snapped up off the street before they cause too much public confusion. So when this incredibly powerful, animal urge kicked in, I had absolutely no idea what was happening to me.
I was standing in line at the post office. Minding my own business. When suddenly I felt something. No slow build-up, no warning. Just BAM! and suddenly I’m…. “in season”. My mind was spinning, my senses were suddenly overloaded with smells and sensations, and my subconscious instincts were screaming at me to BREED! BREED NOW!
I don’t remember much of that day, it’s all very hazy, but I’ve seen the security footage. The blonde girl in the middle of the queue suddenly stood up extremely straight and dropped her package, before she started grunting and masturbating lewdly, making eye contact with anyone who looked at her. Everyone looked on with shock as she lifted up her skirt, bent over and started offering her pussy to everyone in the queue and begging shamelessly to be filled with cum. When the security guard attempted to throw her out, she wrapped her legs around him and started humping at his crotch, taking only seconds to reach a full, screaming, shuddering orgasm. People were really freaked out, but since it was so public, nobody took advantage of her.
After I was arrested and put in isolation, I was eventually able to calm down some. I blushed heavily as I watched the footage at the police station, trying to ignore my brain screaming at me to hump these people, my still-dripping pussy and now-dripping nipples. I attempted to ignore the awkward shuffles and curious sniffs from the male and female police officers in the room, but with my new biology, ignoring the need to fuck was no longer an option.
So now I’m sitting in my cell leaking fluids everywhere, helplessly aroused and being tag-teamed by the night shift. At one time in my life, being locked in a cage and filled with cum over and over again would have been my worst nightmare.
But now that I’m a human bitch in heat, it’s my idea of paradise.
It turns out that there is such a thing as being TOO flexible. When my sister begged me to switch bodies with her so she could go to a “once in a lifetime” 21+ concert, I said sure. When she wanted to borrow $200 to buy herself some merch, I said no problem! When she asked me to go to her gymnastics training in her place? Of course! I’m very flexible!
Except, turns I’m not near as flexible as my little sister. 10 years of gymnastics has seen to it that she’s one of the bendiest girls on the planet. So when I was changing into her gym gear and my curiosity got the better of me…. I was fully able to go in for a closer look.
I meant to go to her practice thing, honestly I did. But the thing is, as a guy I really like eating pussy. Absolutely fucking LOVE it. The smell, the taste, how they look… absolutely divine. So when I went in for a look at my sister’s squishy bits, and I got a whiff of her… MY juices… I sort of acted on impulse.
I was sitting completely naked with my head between my legs, marvelling at how close I could get, and how pretty my sisters young cunt is…. so smooth… so dainty and sweet. Much tidier than the few I’d gotten this close to in the past. I was getting a little excited, as I do, and I felt a fluttery tingle pulse right through it. I shuddered, realising that I was feeling horny as a girl! There was a tight teenage pussy moistening itself just inches from my face… And I could FEEL it! It was so trippy, my head was starting to spin!
Still feeling high and silly from the sudden rush of hormones and these intoxicating new sensations, I continued my self-exploration. Reaching out and pulling the lips of my sisters pussy apart, exposing her tight little hole, I was hit by the sweet smell of virgin arousal. It smelled delicious, like heaven on toast! Looking directly into my wet pussy, seeing and feeling her little clit throbbing and peeking out from its hood, I could feel a ringing in my ears, my heart beat rushing, my genitalia throbbing like mad. Making a split second decision I leaned forward a little more and flicked the swollen little pink bud with my tongue.
Bliss! Pure, sensual, seething lust filled my brain. Squealing like a slut, I flicked again and again, totally carried away by how good it felt. Then, running totally on compulsions now, I stuck out my tongue and shoved it as deep as I could into the sweet chasm of my teen pussy. I must have hit her g-spot or something because my head started spinning out of control, my entire body started convulsing involuntarily and I moaned a deep, primal moan into my own crotch. And events got a little… cyclical… after that.
Before I knew it, it was 3am, and my sister was coming into her room looking to swap back and…. she found me looking like this.
My brain is a little scrambled from eating my own pussy for what has apparently been hours. I can’t think of anything to say to her as my own juices drip liberally from my face.
As she wails and screams and makes a big deal out of all this, I find myself thinking I just want her to leave me alone, so I can get back to my meal.
David’s tiny body bucked in pleasure as she grunted loudly while Greg fucked her hard in the ass. As was always the case when she was getting fucked there, the orgasm dwarfed almost any of the myriad other ways she came regularly.
While she was cumming, in her more lucid moments, her mind drifted as it so often did, over what she had become in the year since she and Lisa had switched bodies, and how she had become what she was now. In the weeks after Lisa had left her wrapped up so nicely for Greg, David had slowly discovered the many things Lisa had been tweaking in her mind that day for so long, as well as other aspects that appeared to be part of her transformation.
For one thing, her body appeared to be incredibly resilient and almost completely resistant to getting sick - she hadn’t had so much as a sniffle in the last year, and even cuts or bruises healed within hours. But those had been the only real physical changes (at least initially).
On the mental side…Lisa had apparently given her a cursory knowledge of Lisa’s actual past, enough that combining that with the fall down the stairs she’d been forced to fake a couple of days later (though the head bump was very real) allowed her to pull off actually *being* Lisa with no problems. Once she’d dropped out of Lisa’s grad school program of course. David had nowhere near Lisa’s actual knowledge of biochemistry, so there was no chance of faking that.
No, David’s only recourse was to become a housewife. It was pretty clear Greg didn’t mind her in that role. Especially with the other changes that had seemingly come over his wife.
After she’d woken up from that first unbelievable orgasm (she’d passed out shortly after Greg started fucking her bound body), she’d discovered that while Greg couldn’t control her like Lisa could, she could still somehow sense his needs and desires…and was, if not compelled then at least strongly encouraged through her own arousal to act on them. And especially on seeing his sweet wife’s new tattooed and pierced body, with all of the toys she’d brought home to act out his fantasies, Greg had a *lot* of needs and desires to be satisfied in those first few weeks. David had spent them sucking and fucking and stripping and dancing and doing all sorts of nasty things to Greg’s continued amazement and enjoyment.
When Greg had gone away for a week on a business trip about a month later, David had discovered even more of the fun little modifications Lisa had made to her. In particular, her immediate and desperate need to fuck or suck a cock or pussy whenever she saw one (brought on by an accidental flip through the adult channels on their cable network that morning)…and horrifically, her new inability to cum from playing with herself unless she was performing for someone else.
Upon discovering that second horrible fact after three desperate hours of fingers, toys, and every position imaginable, she’d been once again nearly mad with lust and had called the only number she could think of to help her with her state…she’d dug out the paper towel with the phone number on it from the man in the diner. She’d managed to sound vaguely rational on the phone as she begged to see him (while working a dildo in and out of her cunt, desperately). And he’d thankfully been home…and told her to come over.
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“Goddammit Dave! I told you to stay away from the trough! We use special hormones to make sure the stock are docile and producing maximum yield!”
“Hehehe thats so silly…. What’s a yeild?”
“Ugh… Great, he’s a fucking moron just like Auntie V… Now I need another new farm hand. Maybe we should keep this stuff in more secure containers…”
“Hehehe my boobies feel sooo funny…. Look at how big and sloshy they are! Hehehe slosh slosh shosh! They’re sooooo full! How do I, like, empty them?”
“Fine follow me, but I’m not giving you any special treatment! My cock’s still raw from letting V have her way with it… Come on then Dave, quit touching yourself and I’ll show you to your milking stall…”
“Hehehe yay! Milk my boobies! But, like, who’s Dave?”
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As the device tightened, holding her mouth open, Tessa wondered whether maybe she had made a mistake. She thought she was an accomplished slut, there was nothing I could do to her that she couldn’t handle! I told her I had something fun to inject into her lips and she laughed. That was it? She eagerly agreed, thinking there was no downside to FREE plastic surgery. At the very worst, she might just have to give up sucking dicks for a while until it wore off. Big deal…
She was a little less confident when I pulled out the dental gag. She wanted to know if it was really necessary. I said probably not, but if her lips were to touch each other during the process, her brain might literally implode because of pure sensation overload. She laughed, chiding me for misusing the word literally when I clearly meant figuratively. When I smiled and shrugged, pulling out a large syringe filled with pink goo, she stopped laughing and tentatively agreed to have her mouth clamped open.
The procedure was unremarkable. I mean, as unremarkable as injecting a mysterious pink fluid into a woman’s lips while her mouth is held open can be. I chuckled at her moans and groans as i slid the fine needle inside her, slowly emptying the liquid. When the vial was empty and her lips were swollen and pink, I told her to sit still for one hour while the goo did its work. She lifted a hand, about to touch her tingling mouth, but seeing my smug smirk, thought the better of it and decided to wait.
After an hour, I returned. She was visibly aroused by this point, but was still managing to stop herself from touching, which must have taken some determination because her lips were still swollen and throbbing. When she saw me, she blushed a deep red and her hand shot out from between her legs. I giggled to myself at her embarrassment. Thinking that this was nothing compared to what was about to come I removed the device holding her now neon-pink mouth open.
She stared at me, wondering what the hell I had done to her. Her mouth was so sensitive! It was throbbing and making her dizzy, like she her pussy when she was super horny… only different. She sat with her mouth still wide open, afraid to close it. There were some sensations emanating from her lips that she couldn’t quite comprehend, like there were now TWO pussies on her body, but that was impossible…. right?
My interested leer made her nervous as a shaking hand rose to her face. She had no idea, but the pink color would never fade. She was going to be stuck looking like a bimbo. She moaned a little, feeling air on the sensitive skin…. How was this possible? WAS it even possible? No, of course not, this was some kind of mind trick! Once she touched her lips she was going to find out that this was all a big trick-
She came.
As soon as that finger touched her mouth, she started an orgasm that rocked her entire body. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her hips started bucking, and her body writhed in an all-consuming pleasure the likes of which she had never imagined. I giggled and unzipped my fly, fishing my hard cock out of my pants and stood there waiting for her to notice it. As she spasmed uncontrollably, sucking on her finger and squealing like a slut, something inside her vaguely recognized that this was really wrong.
But then she caught sight of the erect cock in the room, and that thought vanished along with any semblance of self control. She leaped to my feet and immediately started kissing it, smooching it, screaming in pleasure and generally just impaling her face on it. I just stood there, letting her do all the work as she shuddered in an artificially forced orgasm again. There were no thoughts in her head that weren’t “COCK!” in bold, underlined italics and 72 point font. The sensations shooting the short distance from lips to brain simply drowned everything else out. The little blowjob machine she had become just sucked endlessly, rubbing my cock all over every inch of her slutty punk lips, groaning a primal, involuntary noise. When I came she held it in her mouth eagerly, slurping on it and cooing as her lips tingled pleasantly wherever the cum touched.
Unbeknownst to her, the goo in her lips had created a brand new extra pussy. One many times more sensitive than the one between her legs. Her lips were now equivalent to clits in terms of erogenous heirachy, she would never again prefer being fucked over sucking a cock. Her perception of her mouth would slowly change, from being an orifice for eating and communication to just a hypersensitive sluthole for as many cocks as she could get. The only respite from the throbbing, aching need her lips felt would be when they were momentarily soothed by cum. Only then, with white sticky goop dripping from her mouth, would she be able to think straight.
But not even that would sate the hunger she now felt. The deep, insatiable need in her modified lips for pleasure, for cocks, nipples, pussies, balls, anything she can wrap her lips around and suck. She won’t be able to help herself, the temptation to suck would be too great that even though she may not want to, she’ll impulsively seek out things to suck every minute of every day. She’ll likely even suck in her sleep. Actually scratch that, she’ll likely never sleep peacefully again, due to her being unable to bring herself to stop licking her lips. She might lose consciousness from cumming her brains out too hard, sure, but she’ll find it almost impossible to rest otherwise.
I couldn’t even tell if she understood me while I explained her new situation to her. She seemed distracted as she ran a finger along her bottom lip, shuddering hard. The look in her eyes asked me how I could do this to anyone, how could I condemn a person to a lifetime of this, a neverending quest to find another cock and sate the aching, overwhelming NEED she now felt? How could I do this to her, when all she wanted was a little temporary fun? She couldn’t actually ask it though, as her mouth was now far to sensitive to allow her to produce any kinds of sounds other than involuntary squeals, so I decided not to answer it. Instead I offered my hardening rod again, for her to pleasure herself on. It’s such a cute sight to see a woman totally exhausted from pleasure frantically, desperately drag herself across a room. It’s even cuter when she starts moaning in ecstacy from only a mouthful of man meat.
And the best part? (for me anyway)… This is not a chemical addiction. This is not any form of mind control. She’s just too weak to fight the pleasure. She’ll go through any humiliation willingly if the reward is cock, because deep down she just knows she’s to pathetic to fight her desires. She needs nothing more now than to be a fuckdoll. To feel cocks shoved down her throat and a belly bursting with nothing but hot jizz. To be so overwhelmed from pleasure that she passes out, and then wakes up to do it all again. To be grabbed and facefucked until tears and cum stream down her face and over her swollen pink lips, every single day for the rest of her life.
I left her there, helplessly sucking her finger and gargling cum, sobbing to herself. The shock of having her mind ripped open, and the shamefully aroused fear of what a future might be like where even talking or eating would instantly reduce her to a simpering puddle. I imagine the thought probably upset her just a little.
Jack sits and stares at his reflection. It’s not HIS reflection, it’s the one that’s been forced upon him. He’s used to looking in the mirror and seeing a tough, buff MAN. But now, his body won’t obey any of his commands. He’s forced to watch himself kneel and beg like a dog. He’s can’t even look away. He has no choice but to stare into the eyes of the sexiest, sluttiest teenager he’s ever seen as she acts like a slutty little puppy. And the worst part is…. it’s starting to turn him on! She’s so sexy! She’s so willing to debase herself for her master! A trickle of wetness runs out of his pussy, and he tries to remind himself that he doesn’t WANT to be a slutty little blonde! He shouldn’t have a wet pussy, he should have a hard cock!
Mmmmmm, hard cock, he thinks. I wonder what it would be like to feel one inside my wet little fuckholes…
No! he chides himself for thinking this way. He doesn’t want this! He needs to get up and walk away… nobody could stop him if he could just… take control of this sexy body…. He could just get up and leave right now, no-one would be any the wiser… Noone would know that he had that thought….
“What do you want, slut?”
The hands pinch his nipples, hard, and he cries out. The voice is so feminine, he’s heard that kind of moan before… in porn. It’s a moan of arousal! But he shouldn’t be feeling that…. The man is asking him what kind of modifications he wants on his body…. But he’s doesn’t want ANY! Just the thought of surgery being done to this body…. making him more slutty, making him into a man’s wet dream…. It makes him so… so very….
He doesn’t want to think it. He doesn’t want this, he wants to go back… he just needs to tell the man that this is all a mistake, and everything will be okay….
“What do you want, SLUT? Out with it!”
“Mmmmmh slut wants bigger titties! Slut wants to be Master’s fuckdoll!”
“Is that right, slut…. what else do you want?”
His chest is so heavy. Every time he moves his new titties jiggle and bounce, reminding him what he volunteered for. He didn’t mean to say it, he didn’t want any of this…. He wanted to go back! But the idea of being a swollen-chested babe, his crotch tingled and his brain turned to mush and he couldn’t think of anything else… And now he looks like a… a….
He needs to touch himself. The tension radiation from his body is preventing him from thinking clearly…. He hasn’t even seen his new pussy yet, and he’s getting curious… What does it look like? What will it feel like? Will Master like it!
NO! He can’t think this way… He’s in control of his actions, he needs to leave! He needs to find a way back to his old life! He doesn’t want to be like this!
He watches helplessly as his hand snakes southwards. It would be a shame not to get a little pleasure out of this form, a small part of him thinks…. He just wants to know…. and then he’ll leave for sure…. Just one little orgasm…..
The fuckdoll can’t tear itself away from the mirror. After multiple surgeries and hypnotic sessions, it can’t form a coherent thought that doesn’t involve staring at it’s reflection or touching itself. After it was caught pleasuring itself without permission, the men gave it a choice; stay and be allowed to orgasm, or leave and be denied. It had bit its lip, shuffling between feet, on the verge of a huge, mind-melting wave of pleasure, its thoughts focused entirely on cumming….
The fuckdoll had made the right choice. It would be sold today, and surely its new owner would not be so cruel as the men who had made it. Surely someone would FINALLY allow it the release it has been craving all these months.
It was so easy breaking you. So fun to watch your pathetic protests of resistance, saying you didn’t want this, all the while your eyes stayed locked on the cock on front of your face. The fact that you didnt even notice you were drooling on your own tits certainty didnt help your case. You fucked him with the most minimal of convoncing, and you could feel yourself getting stupider with every thrust. Every time the cock slammed into you and filled your dripping wet pussy up, the pink fuzzy cloud decended lower on your mind. Every time, your pussy throbbed harder and your fluids gushed freely from both ends. Your boobies and your lips and your clit swelled a little more. You felt less and less inclined to protest, and more and more willing to do whatever anyone attatched to a big fat cock asked of you. By the time he was done…. So were you. You were just a sexy husk of a person, nothing but drippy holes and throbbing sensitive nubs. You couldn’t even figure out how to put panties on the right way! (Not that you’d ever get to.)
I giggled as I switched on the webcam and told you that the people who would type instructions to you ALL had yummy, fat cocks full of cum. They were going to pay to see you humiliate yourself. And when the number on the top of the screen reached ten thousand, I’d let one of them come here and fuck you again. It was pathetic how quickly you rushed to the screen and started following the anonymous orders, all the while drooling like a slut in heat. I dont even know if you knew how big a number ten thousand is anymore, but you were certainly keen to get started.
That look. I love that look. That hopeless, helpless, mind shattering gasp as the brain is overwhelmed by raw feminine pleasure.
10 minutes ago Steve was a man. A white collar, hard working, meat-and-potatoes type.
Now hes a little blonde fuckdoll.
His brain is melting and dripping out of his pussy. The cock inside him is thrusting into his mind, wiping away any thoughts of resistance. His big jiggly boobies are swaying and bouncing, hes mewling with need like a little slut in heat.
I might make his asshole his most pleasurable hole. Twice as good as what hes currently experiencing. Begging to be fucked in the ass, and really needing it, tends to wear away anybody’s dignity.
It makes me so horny to see a dignified man get addicted to being fucked as a girl.