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…

What Could Be Better?

Wilful

“Yessssss, that’s right Step-Daddy… doesn't it feel good to push our tight young pussy onto that big hard cock? Being a blonde little cock-slut feels good doesn't it?  I can’t believe you seduced Mommy’s gardener… I love what you make me do when you’re in my body…”

“Uhhhhhhhh, nooooooo, what am I doing? Ohhhh fuck it feels so good. But  I have to stop this… I’m the one using the possession spell… I’m in control. I only went inside you because your mother and I were desperate.  I had to stop you from behaving like a naughty girl for her sake.  Yes… I took control. I AM in control… do you hear me!”

“Are you in control Daddy?  You’re the one moving my body… controlling everything I do… but I thought you were only going to use the spell to stop me being naughty.  Since you started possessing me, you've been getting naughtier and naughtier every time… don’t forget I can still feel every sensation and I know how wet this is making you. Mmmmmh, I love being a passenger in my own body and seeing you behave like such a whore. I’m learning so much from you Daddy… you’re making us into such a naughty girl.”

“No! You’re doing this… I’m not like you. Aaaaaghh… why can’t I stop thinking about sex?  Why can’t I stop being bad? When I’m inside you, your voice drives me wild.  I can’t resist your suggestions, your desires. Oooooh, you wilful little bitch, you’re turning me into a dirty slut.”

“Shhhhhh… stop trying to think so hard Daddy.  Let my body guide you.  You love being a naughty young teen… just enjoy how this feels and let my voice guide you.  You can’t possess me Daddy… I’m possessing you.  I’m making you more and more like me, till soon we’ll nearly be the same person.  Enjoy it Daddy…”

Being The Bodysuit Again

No Refunds

Kevin had entered the pawn shop full of anger and rage, demanding a refund and an apology for the silver necklace he’d bought his girlfriend Christie for her birthday.

When she’d put it on whilst getting ready for their date, she’d instantly transformed from his sweet, lovely girl into a corrupt slut and when she didn’t show up for her birthday meal at the restaurant he’d booked, Kevin had gone to her house looking for her.

He’d found ‘Krissie’ in the living room bouncing her tight tanned booty, up and down on her ex’s big cock as he pumped her full of cum and she moaned like a porn star. It had taken a real struggle to kick her ex out and get the necklace off, but now Christie was back to normal and horrified by what she’d done.

When the shop assistant was told this tale, he just laughed in disbelief and told Kevin he didn’t believe it. Kevin felt his cheeks colour and he snarled in anger. “You think I’m lying? Fine I’ll prove it is magic and then you’ll HAVE to refund me.”

Slipping the necklace over his head, Kevin shivered as he felt it tingle and the magic took hold of him. Silky brunette hair lengthened down his back as his manly body shrunk in size and his cute new ass stuck out with a pop. Two soft, rosy, enticingly full breasts swelled out of his chest as falsely innocent brown eyes opened their long lashes wide and glossy pink lips curved into a mischievous smile. Tattoos swirled into place over smooth creamy skin as Kiera felt her anatomy adjust to make her fully female and the ditzy new slut struggled out of her oversized male clothing to show the assistant her tight naked body.

“Now do you believe me?” She queried him in a bratty whine as she smirked at the embarrassed looking assistant and her eyes dropped to his bulging crotch… “Oh my… you’re a big boy aren’t you? “……………

Outside in the car, Christie waited nervously. It was nearly 30 minutes since Kevin had gone in. What was taking so long? Was he being given a hard time?

If only she had been brave enough to walk in, it would have been to find her boyfriend bent over the counter and getting the best fuck of his life. Kiera squealed and moaned with pleasure as she felt her lover pulse inside her. “Looks like I ooooh won’t be needing a refund after all…. mmmhh I’m keeping the necklace baby. I loove being a slut.”

Let Me Tell You About My Day

Lifts to School

Your new wife Monica blamed her son Robert’s outrageous behaviour firmly on you.  She’d left her husband to be with you after seventeen years of happy marriage and she’d decided the psychological stress had messed up Roberts mind. All this because two days after announcing the divorce Robert had announced he wanted to be a slut.  Not a woman, not a girl… a dirty cocksucking slut.  As the only male role-model in his life, Monica now insisted you do something to tame her son and get him back to ‘normal’.

But Bobbi as she now wished to be known wasted no time in throwing out her male clothes, shaving and tanning her body and transforming herself into the biggest slut she could.  Since Robert had always been skinny, and thanks to the hormones she started taking… only a few weeks after her announcement it was hard to tell she’d ever been a boy.

Bobbi loved it when her breasts started to develop and she felt girlier and girlier by the minute. She dressed in the hottest tightest outfits she could and she soon looked sexier than any girl at school. Boys began to notice her, but her new favourite hobby quickly became teasing you.

Bobbi knew her Mommy wanted you to turn her back to a boy, but she was determined to make you want to keep her like this forever.  She deliberately teased and flirted with you constantly and she soon began to realise that the sluttier she acted, the more it turned you on.

That’s why she began offering boys in her class a lift to school.  The first time you noticed her giving a boy a handjob under the coat she put over their shared knees, you didn’t say anything.  You just went home and jerked yourself off imagining her manicured teenage hand stroking your own dick.  But Bobbi knew you’d seen and now she knew that you could never tell Mommy or you’d have to explain why you never stopped her that first time.

After that it became more and more blatant, till soon you were driving moaning grunting gasping boys to school as the sexy slut in the middle jerked their big cocks in her hands and made them cream all over your car. “Does it turn you on Daddy?” she’d giggle.

Then came the day that there were no boys to give a lift to in the car.  Instead Bobbi sat in the passenger seat, her hand fumbling at your crotch as she unzipped your fly and bent over to slide her pink mouth over your throbbing shaft.

As your teenage step-son began giving you the best blow job of your life, you realised that Bobbi had won.  She owned you now and you were going to be her sugar Daddy from this point forward.

Giving Bobbi a lift to school was the best thing ever!