Bimbo Brew

Concentrating on the pink bubbling concoction in front of her, Chloe added another few drops of Chanel No.5 and gave the potion one last stir causing it to turn an even brighter shade of pink. It certainly hadn’t been cheap or easy creating this potion. She had even had to shop lift several of the items - the MAC makeup in particular had nearly got her caught. But it would all be worth it. Each item had gone in the cauldron, bubbling and dissolving under magical influence to make the potion pinker and pinker. The silicone gel from her brothers tool box had helped her get around one problem, and she had stolen the fake tanning lotion from a girl at school. All was prepared.

Turning off the heat, the teenager walked over to the mirror for a last look at herself whilst she waited for the potion to cool. If her useless Father hadn’t lost his job, maybe she would have never considered what she was about to do. The skinny teenager looked at her flat chest and spotty face - attributes that she never used to worry about. Her intelligence and integrity were what would have carried her through life. But now as her Daddy had no money to pay for university, she was going to have to take an alternative path.

Once she drank the bimbo potion she would change. She would have the body of a living wet dream and her personality and IQ would change to match. It was a price Chloe was willing to pay. Her fathers failure meant she had no choice but to become a filthy golddigging slut. Soon she would have the body, drive and personality to be an alpha bitch. A rich man would be hers and she would have the security she craved. It didn’t mean she wasn’t slightly nervous about what she would become. As she had followed the formula for making the bimbo potion, as each naughty materialistic slutty ingredient went in - she wondered what sort of monster she was creating in herself. Another part of her couldn’t wait…

The potion was ready. It was now or never. Chloe lifted up the cooled pink potion and drank it all in one swift gulp. Pink fire burned through her body and she groaned as she forever damned herself to bimbohood.

“Oh my fucking God YESSS!” she screamed, arching her back in ecstasy as the potion took effect. Her tiny breasts swelled up with silicone, implants pushing them out to an impossible angle of boobtastic perfection. Like a pornstars - her massive new globular DD breasts hung from her chest and she giggled insanely as she cupped them and squeezed their firm perfection.

Chloe’s thin lips plumped out into a permanent slutty pout and her boring brown hair turned a rich golden blonde. Her skin tanned and smoothed, a thick layer of foundation coating her once innocent flesh as flawless makeup accentuated her new beautiful features and she tore the useless glasses from her face. Sharp pink gel nails sprouted from her fingers as the magic spread to her clothing. Her neckline plummeted as her sensible top became a white designer jacket and she was pushed up on strappy white heels.

Chloe’s brain chemistry altered as the potion caused a surge in her mind. Her brain was re-hardwired to enjoy sex and pleasure - materialistic desires were now all that mattered as her once intelligent brain was thrown into a chaos of bitchy, constant scheming and manipulation.

Licking the last few pink drips of bimbo brew from her plump pink lips, Khloe looked down at her improved body and smiled sluttily. “Ahhh that is totes so much better,” she giggled in a fake sounding breathy voice. Her transformation was complete and now she could find a suitable man to own her and provide everything she wanted. Her own Daddy was useless - so it was time to find a new one.

Khloe’s shaven vajazzled vagina moistened with anticipation as she imagined a young footballers hard cock deep inside her, or maybe a rich business mans. It didn’t matter so long as they were rich. Nothing mattered anymore other than getting what she wanted…

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.”

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