Mr And Mrs Game

Brett and his girlfriend Rachel were about to be married and Rachel’s bridesmaid Debbie thought it would be fun to play the Mr and Mrs game to find out how much they knew about each other.

To spice things up a bit, she had come across a magical version of the game that sounded like a lot more fun than the usual version. Each player would drink a potion and turn into the version of the other person they had in their head for twelve hours. They would think, act and believe themselves to be that version of that person. So if for instance, Rachel thought Brett’s favourite colour was blue… her version of him would love blue. It would be a test of how well they knew each other.

Debbie was going to film Brett’s version of Rachel, then show her friend later as she was sure Brett would get things completely wrong and it would be funny. Brett wasn’t sure at first, but a bit of bullying from Debbie convinced him to drink the pink potion and become the version of Rachel he had in his head.

Debbie watched in fascination as Brett changed. He grew smaller… slimmer, blonde hair erupting from his roots and lengthening down his back. His chest began to swell and his clothes altered to become sexier. Debbie giggled, she could already see mistakes. This version of Rachel was far too busty and thin. Brett’s preference for big boobs was affecting his metal picture of his fiancé and this Rachel looked far too hot and slutty.

The new girl blinked in surprise, not sure how she had gotten here. Rachel remembered something about a game for her bachelorlette party, but it was all fuzzy and she didn’t quite feel herself. Still she knew she wanted to have fun and party like a bad girl, so she stopped worrying about it.

The girls quickly hit the town and Debbie was amazed at the differences Brett had given his Rachel. Much of her personality was fairly accurate, but this version was also a lot more bossy and assertive. Brett’s insecurities were also on show. He was constantly terrified of his hot girl cheating on him, so his version of Rachel had an element of a flirting, cheating slut. She ground her perfect ass against the hot boys in the club, played with her hair and giggled and pouted like a seductive minx.

Things would have been fine and just a bit naughty, till they unfortunately bumped into Rachel’s rich, successful ex. Brett was convinced Rachel still had feelings for Jeff, so when they met on the dance floor, his version of Rachel knew just what to do. She wanted that big cock of his and she she didn’t care about cheating on Brett. It just made it more fun.

Soon she was in the nightclub bathroom with Jeff’s big dick in her mouth, slurping and sucking like a dirty little whore. Since Brett thought Rachel was great in bed, his version had the skills of a porn star and Jeff moaned as the horny girl he had dumped years ago slurped his wood and gave herself to him. “Ooohh bend me over and fuck me baby, I wanna feel you deep inside. You are soooo much better than my husband to be. Make me yours again.”

Debbie laughed as she filmed every moment of the sinful sex. This was so fucking hot and more perfect than she could dream. New Rachel was even playing up to the camera, she didn’t care that she was being watched. Debbie had never liked Brett anyway and once she showed her friend this, their relationship would be over. Hopefully Rachel would get back with Jeff… especially once she saw what she was missing.

The icing on the cake was that Brett would remember everything. Especially how it felt when he begged Jeff to stop fucking his pussy and stick his huge rod deep into his tight little ass.

Guess he didn’t know Rachel that well anyway. She would never agree to do anal…

Being The Bodysuit Again

Let Me Tell You About My Day

Over-Ruled

R.A.D Idea

Losing Her Detachment

Treated Right

“Mmmmmh, don’t you just love fucking my big tits baby?  Aren’t you glad that you paid for me to have all those treatments your stupid wife wanted instead of her?  Who would have figured that she’d run off for some family emergency leaving you all alone?  It was kind of you to offer to let me have her conditioning course after you saw me sobbing in the corridor. My husband Paul is such a jerk and we’d been arguing, it was as simple act of kindness that transformed me into the whore I am today.

Mmmmmh, I had no idea what was in that pink shit they made me drink, or what those machines were for… but by the time the course had finished I looked ten years younger and ten times hotter.  After that it was soooo easy to convince you to give me more treatment. I was hungry for more.  I wanted to complete my transformation into a hot slut. It was easy to make you do it after I sucked your cock and let you fuck me up the ass.

Now thanks to the breast enlargement course, the advanced cock sucking and fucking course and the mind conditioning course, I’m the perfect slutty bitch.  Too bad your wife will never get to experience how good this feels, your big cock is all mine now… that and your money.

Lets go up to my bedroom and you can fuck me in front of Paul.  I wanna show him that Rebecca is gone and that I’m Bekki now.  Ooooh, but first… why don’t you cum all over my face and my big titties. Mmmmh, there’s a good boy.”

Hair Messer

“My best mate Martin wanted to become a hair dresser and he needed a girl to practice on. But he was pretty embarrassed about asking anyone from school till he was good enough. What if he made a mistake?  That’s why he wanted me to take this Elixir stuff we’d found on the internet so that I would turn into a girl and grow long soft silky hair  The drug would only last a few hours and my hair would turn back to normal anyway, so what could be the harm?

I wasn’t entirely sure, but I drank the Elixir anyway and moaned as I felt my body change.  Long soft silky hair wasn’t the only thing I quickly developed as two large tits pushed out of my chest and my skin turned as soft as buttermilk. I groaned at the wonderful feeling of my dick retracting to be replaced by a tight shaven pussy.  I felt so beautiful and hot, the Elixir making me into a teenage boys wet dream as I giggled and purred with horny satisfaction. Soon I was a sexy, curvy, busty babe and I felt pretty fucking amazing.

Martin’s hands felt amazing in my hair, letting him rub and touch me sent tingles and shivers through my body and I felt my nipples begin to harden under the shirt he’d given me to wear.  Unseen by Martin my hand went to my pussy and I began to play with myself, rubbing and moaning as I grew wet.  Naughty thoughts filled my head, I suddenly didn’t feel like a boy anymore. No… I was a horny bitch now and what I needed was a cock to satisfy me.

I loved how turned on having my hair stroked made me and I couldn’t stand it anymore.  I turned around and my hands went to Martin’s trousers. He objected for a moment, but once my slutty hands were on his cock he was all mine.

Now I’m enjoying the sensation of getting fucked by my best friends and getting my hair stroked.  It feels so good to be a girl and I absolutely love it.  Once I’ve fucked his brains out, maybe I will get Martin to do my hair up nice for me.  If I steal one of my sisters dresses, I can slip out tonight dressed like a party slut and find even more cock to satisfy my dirty urges.

Mmmmh, being a bad girl is gonna be so much fun.  I’m so messed up now thanks to the Elixir, but I don’t care.”

Unphased

If Your Face Fits

You’ll Quickly Realise

Can’t work out why that cute girl at school won’t give you a date? Annoyed that she only seems to date jerks and jocks? Can’t understand how someone so pretty could be so bitchy, mean and stuck up? Well casting a little life swap spell could be the key to finally understanding the problem.

All it takes is one little spell to completely rewrite your entire life, going back to when those pesky chromosomes divided the wrong way in the womb. This time you get both sets of X and you get to be a girl, whilst she gets the unlucky XY. And the spell also makes sure that you end up just as pretty and popular as she was. It makes you make all the same choices she did, whilst she gets your bum choices.

In one instant your life flashes before your eyes as you live through your childhood and puberty in seconds and WHAM you’re now the hot girl you’ve always dreamed of.

And now you quickly realise the problem. You know you shouldn’t be attracted to the bad boys… but despite every effort they make you sooooo wet and they’re just like sooooo hawt.

And worse you know you shouldn’t act mean and bratty, but you’re all hormonal and bitchy and it makes you feel good to show off and be an alpha girl.

Perhaps you shouldn’t wear all those skimpy outfits and tease the boys with your pierced navel either… but isn’t it a turn on to do it?

And all these plebs and losers constantly hitting on you when there are so many better options. Don’t they realise that you can have any guy you want?

You’ll talk about all this and more with your besties and your girls as you feel a sense of tribal power and privilege with the pretty girls you’ve never felt before.

And you’ll quickly realise that you have no intention of ever reversing the spell…

Gift Bag Slag

Whoreliday

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Good Sportsman, Bad Sportswoman

“You fucking bitch… take off those fucking clothes and stop acting like a girl!  I know your secret, you’re really my dad’s best-friend and golfing buddy… I can’t believe you would take advantage of him like this.  You make me so damn angry you filthy slut.. shit… why are you so fucking hot? It makes me wanna fuck you, teach you a lesson.  You’d like that wouldn’t you?  You nasty slut, I’m gonna fuck your brains out. Ooooh Breanne I need you so badly…”

It felt so good as Gary’s son Brett tore open my blouse and pushed me up against the car.  I laughed like a wanton slut, mmmmh I loved it rough. and I could see his passion, feel his anger and his rage turning into lust.  He wanted me so badly and I gave myself to him willingly making him into my lover as he pushed my sopping wet panties aside and shoved his big cock deep into me. I wanted Brett to treat me like an animal, it felt so good to be young hot and manipulative.

Back inside the club Gary would be getting drunk telling golf stories with no idea that his hot new twenty-four year old girlfriend was getting roughly fucked over his Mercedes Benz by his hunky son. I was such a bad girl and I loved it. I almost wished he would come out and see us rutting like animals.  I moaned and laughed, not caring who heard as Brett began to pump me and I rubbed my clit as hot juices dripped down my legs.  From now on, I was gonna be seeing a lot of Brett and getting his cock whenever I wanted.  He was mine now, just like Gary’s money and power.  I loved being Breanne, Brian was dead and only I was in control now.

How had I become this deliciously evil bitch?  It had all begun with a wager with Gary. His company had developed a drug called Elixir and we agreed that whoever lost the golf tournament would take it and become a hot date to the annual golfing ball.  That had been a year ago.  I’d lost and like a good sportsman taken the Elixir to become a girl.  It had felt amazing as I’d regressed into my twenties and become young and hot.  I’d was only supposed to stay a girl for one night, no-body knew who I really was, but I soon got addicted to the feeling of being a hot bitch and after I sucked off Gary that night I convinced him to give me more Elixir.

Soon Gary was putty in my hands and within six months he’d divorced his wife and married me.  I loved the power, wealth and money I now had and with an endless supply of the Elixir I could stay female forever.  The only problem was I soon got bored of Gary’s little dick and I wanted more.

Letting his son Brett learn my secret and teasing him till he was obsessed with me seemed like the best way to get what I wanted.  And boy had it worked.

“Mmmmmh, yessss fuck me Brett.  I’m all yours now.  We can be together and take all of your Dad’s money and wealth for ourselves.  Ooooh I’M GONNA CUM!”

Unwholesome