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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
There is no spell.
There is nothing forcing me to act like a shameless slut.
I was never a man. I’ve always been this.
There is nothing controlling my complusions. Nothing forced me to lure this stranger into a random alley. Nobody forced me to...

There is no spell.

There is nothing forcing me to act like a shameless slut.

I was never a man. I’ve always been this.

There is nothing controlling my complusions. Nothing forced me to lure this stranger into a random alley. Nobody forced me to present my dripping cunt to him.

Nothing is manipluating my body. Nothing is behind the the fact that once he cums inside my tight pink snatch, I’ll orgasm so hard I pass out.

Nobody is making me dumber and hornier each time I wake up after being fucked.

Nothing is forcing me go out and do it all over again until I’m nothing but a used-up fuckdoll with no brains left.

…..

There is no spell.

There is nothing forcing me to act like a shamless slut….

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He can’t hear you. His brain is busy being re-wired. So, go ahead, shout his name right into his ear, like it will make a difference. Like his eardrums will even register, next to the mountain of sensation that he’s being bombarded with.
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He can’t hear you. His brain is busy being re-wired. So, go ahead, shout his name right into his ear, like it will make a difference. Like his eardrums will even register, next to the mountain of sensation that he’s being bombarded with. 

Did you know that clits have over 8000 nerve endings? That’s right, all those little lights all crammed in next to each other. Totally disrupts the brain when they’re manipulated. Well those lips of his…. there’s 8000 endings per inch. His lips are made of clits, and I doubt that next to that, he can even register the sensation of you shouting at him.

And then there’s the all new stuff. Those milk ducts are drawing a lot of focus too, his nipples are hitting pretty similar numbers, and on top of that, it’s an entirely alien sensation he’s feeling there. All that milk, drip drip dripping, squeezing it’s way out of those tiny holes… must feel like heaven in those tits of his.

Plus, you saw. I just came in his mouth. My jizz is slowly dripping down his throat, and he really likes that now. Well, “needs it” might be a more accurate phrase, but hey, point being? He’s fairly distracted at the moment. He’s not gonna know it’s you talking to him. He’s not gonna even know who you are.

So, might as well flop out your cock, and give him what he wants right? If you don’t, he’s not gonna care about your widdle fwiendship any more, he’s gonna wander off and find someone who will.

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“Mas-ter?”
“What is it, Slutty?”
“Mas-ter… Slut-tee neeeed cummies?”
“Is that so?”
“Mmmh-hmmmm… Slut-tee soooo hoooorny…. Mas-ter fuck Slut-tee?”
“Slutty, you know you’re not supposed to touch yourself… it only makes you hornier. And look, you’re...

“Mas-ter?”

“What is it, Slutty?”

“Mas-ter… Slut-tee neeeed cummies?”

“Is that so?”

“Mmmh-hmmmm… Slut-tee soooo hoooorny…. Mas-ter fuck Slut-tee?”

“Slutty, you know you’re not supposed to touch yourself… it only makes you hornier. And look, you’re dripping everywhere! Ugh, you just cleaned all day, and now there’s gonna be milk and cunt juices everywhere all over again! I thought making my roommate into a delicious fuckdoll would at least make you cleaner..”

“But Maaaas-ter… Slut-tee soooo hungry…. Please feed Slut-tee’s fuck-holes…”

“Oh, what the hell… Why not? I think I’ll try your asshole this time… Bend over!”

“Yaaaay! Yes Mas-ter, fuck Slut-tee’s butthole! Ooooooh yes! Slut-tee loves cock!”

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Uuummmm like…. When I said i wished things were all normal again I think…. I think I wanted to like, be differents? But now I totes feel like I’s always been this way…. Ooooooh soooo horny! Imma start dripping everywhere if I don’t get fucked soon,...

Uuummmm like…. When I said i wished things were all normal again I think…. I think I wanted to like, be differents? But now I totes feel like I’s always been this way…. Ooooooh soooo horny! Imma start dripping everywhere if I don’t get fucked soon, just like always!

Im so glad my friends offered me all the yummy cock I could ever need…. All I gotta do is like, clean their houses dressed all sexy with my hungry pussy all hanging out…..

Like, can I have another wish? I wanna wish for bigger boobies so I’s gets even moooooore cocks! Yummy!

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You wake up one morning to some…. Unexpected changes. For one thing, there’s a man you’ve never met before sitting at the end of your bed. For another thing, this isn’t even your bed you’ve woken up in. Or your room. Or your body.

You look down and are stunned to see what a fake plastic Cali bimbo must see in the mirror every morning. Taught, ripe female flesh, massive fake boobies topped with raging hard nipples, topped again with huge, thick piercings. Below that, you don’t know. But you can guess. You cant see past your own enormous tits to your crotch, but you can feel something there. Something warm, soft, and achingly empty…

You stare blankly at your new chest, for a moment, lost for words. You distantly wonder if you should be wondering if this is a dream…. But somehow the thought gets lost in the breeze between your ears.. as your hand woozily reaches towards your aching nipple….

“I do apologise for the inconvenience, but I need settle a bet with a friend, so I need to borrow you and your body for a few days or so. You’ll feel a little disorientation to start with… But eventually you’ll acclimate and regain your full motor functions.”

You slowly blink and let this information sink in trying to draw conclusions about what all this means. It takes a while. Thinking is sooooo slooooow…. Like wading through a swamp of cotton candeee….. Hehehehe…..

“Anyway, some things i suppose you need to be aware of. I’m sure you’ve noticed these,” he says, gesturing towards the ornate jewelry hanging from your fat pink nipples. “I discovered a new artifact set, and my friend thinks they might be cursed. See, ancient empresses didn’t fancy the idea of being burgled after they had passed on, so a few of the nasty ones made sure anyone robbing them would regret ever doing so. I think these are replicas, and as we’re reputable movers of fine plunderings…. best to catalogue correctly which ones contain which curses before we allow them into the market.”

The man chats cheerily as, (mostly to distract himself from your reaction) he unceremoniously starts to unscrew and remove the piercings from your swollen nipples. You can’t yet move properly or speak, but what’s happening in your body is mind-shattering. The metal being lightly jostled inside the holes in your flesh is like a earthquake, sending you spiralling upwards into arousal. You start panting desperately, your defenseless cunt starts twitching, pulsing, spasming… If you could move, there’s no telling how desperately, frantically you’d be fingering yourself.

“Good thing too, before I put them in, your body was quite…. different. There we are.”

The man moves his hands away, and your bulging eyes take in a new sight. He’s removed the artifact jewelry and replaced them with simple silver rings, but somehow you don’t understand what this means. Your thinking is coming even slower, which is reasonable since you feel like someone just blasted your brain’s pleasure centers with a fire hose.

“Anyway,” the man stands, taking out a notebook and reading some indistinguishable scrawl. “The jewelry of Bambania of the Amazons, supposedly cursed in two distinct ways. Firstly, the wearers mind desperately seeks to repeat the process of being pierced with the jewelry again and again.”

“If these are indeed the correct pieces, I’d like to find out what happens to this effect if you no longer possess the artifacts. Please keep careful notes of any urges you might have,” he says, placing a pen and paper on the desk beside the bed before continuing.

“Secondly, the wearer receives sexual pleasure from stimulating any point of entry into the skin, as though they possess extra erogenous zones where their piercing points are situated. For example, you’d feel extreme, overwhelming pleasure… if they were to be tugged on.

A deep moans escapes your limp body as the sensations that shoot through you again trample your nervous system. White hot, searing pleasure, an entirely new kind of orgasm brands itself into your mind. You lay there shuddering, tears streaming down the side of your face as your nipples shoot wave after wave of pure heat into your numb brain. The man packs the earrings into a suitcase and heads for the only door.

“I’m going to let these effects run their course for a few days, and we’ll be recording your activity. You’ll be locked in, for your own safety, but there’s food and supplies to keep you until I return. Your motor functions should return in…. Eighteen minutes.”

And then he leaves, locking the door with a clunk. And you stare at the huge, throbbing nipples adorned with jewelry in front of your face…. And wait.

Artifact notes: piercings; bambania (amazon).
Subject regressed quickly to animal state once functions returned. Despite massive biological changes to their body, subject was unable to refrain from stumulating their pierced nipples for the first 120 minutes of activity. After this time passed, subject lapsed into unconsciousness for approximately twenty-nine minutes. Upon waking, subject managed to resist the temptation to tug on the cursed area and began to search for food.

Subject discovered the piercing kit hidden in the room and for approximately 4 minutes completely froze, apparently battling with the urges bought on by the curse.

Curiously, the first thing the subject did after moving was to swiftly isolate and pierce their clitoris. This was the first time they had shown any attention to their vagina at all.

After this, with a piercing entry point in the most sensitive part of their body, the subject fell into a loop of relentless masturbation, followed by adding another piercing to their body, followed by more masturbation. Subject never continued looking for food, and failed to even attempt to escape the experimentation cell.

After the 72 hour control period, the subject is unrecognisable, completely covered in self-performed piercings. Subject has not shown any interest in escape, revenge, or even verbal communication, but they do seem to retain some kind of intelligence, as evidenced by the use of ribbons to stimulate many entry points simultaneously. Subject has maintained a constant extreme level of sexual arousal for entire test duration, production of sexual fluids and saliva has increased tenfold. Subject eagerly engages in sexual intercourse with anyone who touches her body modifications, despite the fact that she has not come into contact with the artifact again since initial test.

Nipple Studs of Bambania: Confirmed.

Recommendation: Sell high.

Subject return? Negative. Sell to slave trade. Such a unique niche should return high profit.

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“Goddammit, when I said I wished I could go back to drinking beers with my friends, this isn’t what I meant either!”
“But *BUUUUURP* that waaaas a lotta beer to chug all at once….. And I do still have this cock hungry pussy that I was *hic* dum...

“Goddammit, when I said I wished I could go back to drinking beers with my friends, this isn’t what I meant either!”

“But *BUUUUURP* that waaaas a lotta beer to chug all at once….. And I do still have this cock hungry pussy that I was *hic* dum enough to wish for….”

*inebriated sway*

“Holdon a sec kay? I jus… I jus thunka somethin…. Hold my beer for just like a second…. And then we can toooootally do wish three kay I promise….“

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“OH MY GOD, JOSH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!!”
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...
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“OH MY GOD, JOSH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!!”

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.

She should learn to be more flexible, like me!

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“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”
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...

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”

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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For anybody who enjoyed this little snippet, this is not my story. It was written (very expertly) by very favourite author of smut @the-wandrer . This story was taken from the sexiest tg story EVER “The Switch”, but there are many many stories on his site with all sorts of yummy kinks, and they’re FREE stories! (I’d start with Hair Today or There’s an App for that). If you like what you read, he even has fully illustrated comics for sale!

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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...

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…. 

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“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?”

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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…..

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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.

Surely.

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