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  1. Digitally Corrupted

    Digitally Corrupted (Breast Expansion) Fetish tags: Breast expansion, Ass Expansion, Race change, possession, transformation, bimbo transformation, forced, lactation, domination, mind control, body swap. Natasha opened the door to her appartment, after her cursory sweep she sat down and opened her laptop, she saw an email that made her frown. "Spam folder should have detected this, "Digital Paradise" As soon as her finder made contact with the touch pad the laptop shone bright, and she was sucked into the glow, her body disintigrated to glowing pixels and the screen turned black. Psylocke, though also known as Kwon checked her phone, she was bored, upon her doing so a notification popped up. She tapped it and her phone glowed brightly before she was sucked into it, the phone clattered on the ground, screen off. Rogue strode through the jungle, completely in her element, her beautiful breasts swayed back and forth as she climbed down to the camp site, several people had left their belongings to go to the market, she opened the laptop and connected it to the long range network link the campers had brough. Checking the news she logged into her email and found something that made her laugh, Digital paradise. She clicked it and the laptop glowed bright and Rogue saw her chest disolve to pixels before the rest of her followed into the machine. Silk swinged through the city, she perched on a ledge to check her messages. She was feeling really on edge and hadn't had sex in a long time, she saw the email and moments later she was zapped into the phone which hung on the building from her web. Emma Frost was angry, she was expecting an email detailing her next operational command from Magneto, she noticed she had an unread message, it must be it. She clicked it and her body was drawn into the screen leaving nothing but the her high heels. Natasha found herself in a dark room, stony in texture, she got to her feet and looked around, she saw Emma, Silk, Rogue and Psylocke as well. She wondered how they had arrived her. "Where are we?" She said aloud. A low rumbling chuck filled the space, and the room was light by a dim blue light. A woman strode out of the darkness, a busty light skinned bombshell, with black hair to her round ass, her breasts were supple and she oozed feminine power. "You are in my part of the net, and I shall bend you to my service" Natasha felt her chest tighten, she looked down and saw her generous endowements growing until her jumpsuit unzipped then tore off, leaving her topless. She cupped her breasts, sending pleasure through her, she lost herself and fell to her knees needing her flesh. Psylocke teleported behind the woman and drew her sword to attack, before she could it vanished, the woman turned around and Kwon felt her lips fill and saw that her skin was darkening to a caremel brown, her ass widened and her uniform morphed into a pink version, with a cutout down to her navel, barely hiding her breasts. Kwon tried to teleport away, but when she used her power instead she felt her breasts surge forward, breaking from her slutty uniform. She fell forward, the Woman grabbed her by her right breast and Kwon felt herself fill with lust, for women and began fingering herself. Rogue and Emma looked to each other, before they could say anything the Woman sent a lighting bolt towards them, Emma turned to her frost form but the bolt pass through it, sending her back to human form, her skin became tanned and her breasts went from their DD cups to G cups, Emma reached out Psychically to the foe but she felt her mind torn from her body, the physical form went limp and fell. Emma was trapped in a ball of pink energy. "This will be fun" The Woman said, she turned to Silk, who knew she could do nothing, she felt like an oberver in her own body as Emma was thrust into her body, the woman sent pink energy, and Cindy felt her sex drive increase as Emma's was accomodated. With the combined sexual drive of both women, each above the average she couldn't help herself, she lept on to Rogue. Rogue felt their sexual drives enter hers and grabbed Silk's breast, instead of gaining the powers of the women she gained their appearance. Her breasts billowed out, her hair darkened and her skin tanned. She unzipped Cindy and findered her, the two woman screamed as the both felt the orgasm. The Woman then tore Cindy from her own body and placed her in the limp form of Emma. "No" Emma said through Cindy's voice. The Woman sent sexual energy in pink lightning towards her, Cindy became a perfect bimbo, her breasts reached her naval, her hips widened and her lips puffed up becoming scarlet, her black hair became blond and a dark tan covered her flesh. Cindy watched through Emma's eyes her body being changed, she knew her sexual preferences had been altered but she couldn't help herself, using Emma's psychic ability she made Silk walk up to her, she grabbed Cindy's breast and sucked it. Emma moaned in pleasure. Rogue approached the Woman, She grabbed her and felt the mysterious power flood into her, but instead of fighting her she felt the will to serve the sexual dominator, she sent energy into Natasha. Her tits became body sized and her hair grow to her knees, becoming a bright red. Kwon had regained control of herself, but before she could act Rogue rose both her hands and sent pink energy towards her. Kwons clothes vanished and her breats became impossibly firm, filled with silicone, her ass widened and became a full bubble but, her waist shrunt and her form became less athletic and more skinny. Her face became distinctly asian in appearance and her hair grew to her ass. She moaned and grabbed both her tits pushing them together. The Woman rose her hand and Rogue's hair turned pink, her breasts became beach balls, her shirt shredded in unision. Her ass widened and her lips turned brown and puffed up. Her whole skin became brown and she looked unrecocgnisable. Then the Woman took her mind and tore it out, placing Natasha's inside it, Natash felt her new body, unable to comprehend the pleasure coarsing through her. Rogue landed in the form of Natasha, immobilised by her giant breasts. Natash walked over to her, she grinded against Rogue's new booty and grabbed her breasts, then she kissed her and the two both gave in. Emma and Silk wer both still fingering each other, Silk loved this new body, she commanded Kwon to join them, her asian slutty sexified self looking more like a Korean dancer than the hero. Both Kwon and Silk sucked her tits, The woman sent a bolt of energy forth and Silk/Emma's Body lactated, the milk containted a powerful aphrodisiac and the woman became more aggressive, kissing and squeezing her titflesh. The Woman smiled, these beings would make a fine addition to her realm.  
  2. Blonde Concepts (Bimbo female) by Chrystal Wynd We walked up the steps and watched the doors slide open. As the junior member of the team, I let Jeff, the Executive Director, go first, then Robert, the Projects Coordinator. My title of "Assistant to the Director" dictated that I enter last. We then entered Blonde Concepts, Inc. The lobby was a collage of spring colors and pastels. Bright flowers and plants were tastefully placed in various corners. Photographs and paintings of numerous women covered the walls, most of them blonde. Well, that was to be expected. The company was called "Blonde Concepts", after all. A dark-haired woman dressed in snug business attire and a lab coat met us halfway across the floor. She extended her hand to Jeff. "Good morning, sir. Welcome to Blonde Concepts. I'm Kelly. I'll be your guide for the first part of the tour." Then she looked at me and paused. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize you would have a female executive with you." I gave her a tight smile. Female executive, indeed. I had worked hard to get where I was in our marketing corporation. I still remembered when Jeff and Robert had tried to make me get their coffee every morning! It took a lot of hard-lining on my part to get them to realize I was not just another pretty face, but I was finally being accepted because of my ability, not my ass. I took Kelly's hand and gave it a firm squeeze. "Hello, Kelly. I'm Samantha. Assistant to the Director." Kelly gave me a bright smile. "It's wonderful that you're here! It's mostly men that come through here, and, since most of our products target women, it's lovely to get a female perspective on things, particularly from our potential marketing company. Welcome! In fact, let me give you a free sample." I wanted to refuse, but the last thing I was going to do was embarrass the Director, so I nodded. Kelly slipped a hand into her lab coat pocket and came out with a small spray bottle. "This is one of our own scents. It's called 'Belief'. It's designed to interact with your body's chemistry to produce an overall feeling of well-being," she said, giving me several spritzes around my throat and cleavage. "It sounds corny, I know, but reviews have been very positive so far." Kelly had been a bit heavy-handed with the perfume and it felt like I had a cloud of mist just floating around me, but it was a nice scent of lavender. I could feel it going to my head, but I knew that would pass, and Jeff and Robert seemed pleased that I had cooperated, so I decided that I didn't mind smelling like I had just walked out of a cathouse. Kelly looked back at Jeff. "Great! Let's get started." Kelly led us through the double doors and down a long hallway. We passed various offices before we stopped in front of a large plate-glass window. "As you can see, we're still setting things up. We're making good time, however." Through the window, we could see what appeared to be a small factory. Several men were wheeling various machines and tanks and containers around on carts. It looked to be very busy. Jeff and Robert nodded. They seemed suitably impressed. If they were impressed, then BCI must be doing well, so I giggled and nodded as well. Jeff and Robert looked at me, then chuckled. They must have realized I was still feeling a bit light-headed from the perfume. Kelly led us to a room that seemed to full of refrigerators. As it turned out, that was exactly what they were. Kelly opened one and took out a can of what appeared to be a ten-ounce energy drink. "We offer a line of drinks and beverages that contribute to a healthy and active life-style. We don't have a lot of products in this area yet, but we hope to expand on it soon. This beverage here is called 'Frequency'. It works in concert with some of our other products." She didn't expound on what she meant by that, but rather just opened the can and handed it to me. "You look a bit peaked, Samantha. Why don't you try it and tell us what you think. Your opinion is valuable to us." Now that she mentioned it, I did feel a bit peaked, and a drink was just what I needed. I tipped the can and drank the beverage straight down. I tasted the flavor of wildberries on my tongue, if a bit bland. It was alright, although nothing special, and I told Kelly as much. Kelly nodded and made some notes on a clipboard she had picked up. Then she looked back up. "Thank you, Samantha. Every opinion counts. Now, if you all will follow me…" Jeff and Robert followed Kelly immediately, and I filed directly behind them. The perfume had made my mind slightly foggy, and I felt like I was moving through a lavender cloud. From back here, however, I realized with a giggle that Jeff and Robert actually had cute asses. We entered into a room that had a display of different types of make-up arranged on various tables. Kelly stopped and turned around, explaining, "This is our cosmetics display. It's not set up yet, obviously, but in the future we hope for this to be a much more complex arrangement. Obviously, as our potential marketers, this is where you would come in. Cosmetics is likely to be our bread-and-butter, and this will be very important." Jeff and Robert nodded, obviously recognizing the significance of Kelly's statements. Kelly looked at me for a moment, then turned to one of the tables. She turned back a moment later. "Samantha, based on your coloring, I'd say you're a winter. Part your lips and relax your cheeks." Kelly obviously knew what she was doing, so I did as she asked. I felt her brushing a creamy substance over my lips. She stepped back when she was done, nodding in satisfaction. I gave the color a minute to dry, then slid my tongue along my upper lip. My lips were tingling. Not painfully, but definitely a healthy tingle, almost a burn. Kelly walked me to a mirror. The effect was startling. My lips were now bright red, almost a slutty red. The color actually made my lips look much plumper. Even with my dark hair, my lips were almost…cock-sucking lips. I giggled at the thought of me sucking cock with these lips. I glanced at Jeff, then let my eyes drop to his crotch. There seemed to be a quite suckable package there. Not that I'd admit that to him. Heh. Seemingly pleased with her work, Kelly nodded and turned back to Jeff and Robert. "Anyway, we're developing quite a line of cosmetics for different functions, so this will be a critical part of our image. But I'm sure you understand that, so we'll move on." We walked down the hallway and soon entered another room. This room had numerous clothing racks lining the walls. "Inasmuch as many of our products are directed at a woman's appearance, offering a fashionable line of clothing is a natural extension of our efforts," said Kelly. Jeff and Robert nodded in obvious agreement. Kelly went on. "Elastic fibers are woven into the majority of our clothing products, to allow for any, say, sudden size changes. Of course, the styles are designed to show off a bim…er, woman's assets to best advantage." She looked at me. "Samantha, come here." I looked up. I hadn't followed everything Kelly said because I was still focusing on the tingle in my lips. I followed Kelly to one of the racks. She looked at my body, then selected several items and handed them to me. "Here…try these on," she said. I looked around. "Where are the changing rooms?" Jeff said, "Come on, now, Samantha, we've all seen women change clothes before. Don't hold us up now; I'd like to finish this before lunch." "Oh!" I said. "Sorry, sir. Of course." Well, that settled that. I took a deep breath and began to strip off my clothes while Kelly, Jeff and Robert watched. Soon I was out of my business clothes and standing in front of them wearing only my panties and bra. Kelly shook her head. "This is exactly the market we're aiming at. How can anyone possibly feel sexy dressed in plain white panties and bra?" She went back to the rack and came back moments later with a matched set of hot pink panties and bra. "Here, Samantha. These will do you a world of good." I bit my lower lip and thought about it. What Kelly said seemed to make sense, and besides, it would score points with Jeff and Robert. I giggled and nodded, then slipped off my panties and bra. As I took the underwear from Kelly, it finally occurred to me that I was standing naked in front of the two highest-ranking members of our management team. Oh, well, too late to do anything about it now. I slipped into the sexy panties and suddenly realized it was a thong. "Oh!" I said. I didn't normally wear thongs. Still, they did make my ass look kind of nice. The bra wasn't my normal 34B…it just said, "one size fits all." I didn't know how that worked, but the material hugged my boobs just fine, so I went with it. Then I slipped into the clothing that Kelly had selected for me. Kelly stood me up and placed a hand on my ass. "As you can see, this red stretch mini-skirt hugs the hips and the rear end just right. The red five-inch heels show off the calf muscles and really brings the derriere into play. Turn around, please, Samantha…thank you. Now, this fuscia crop-top hugs the upper body firmly but has a great deal of give as well, for reasons you can imagine. As you can see, it also shows off Samantha's flat belly and cleavage, such as it is." I couldn't believe I was being displayed like this, but Jeff and Robert were nodding in agreement. I could even see them looking at my body…er, me with…well, respect. Yes, respect! They were obviously impressed with how cooperative I was being and they had to be realizing I was definitely a team player. Kelly was looking at me again. Then she said, "Come, Samantha. You look lovely, but you need some accessories." I blinked. How could I have missed it? Kelly was right again. I followed her into an adjoining room, with Jeff and Robert following close behind. The walls were lined with display cases much like those found in jewelry stores. Inside the display cases a wide range of rings, bracelets, necklaces and other assorted types of jewelry could be seen. "A good deal of our research is focused on jewelry right now," said Kelly. "Jewelry is worn on the skin and prolonged contact is easy to arrange." Jeff and Robert nodded again. I didn't understand what Kelly was hinting at, but then, I was busy looking at the pretty jewelry. "Samantha," said Kelly, "look up for a second, please." I lifted my chin and looked up. I felt Kelly lock something around my throat. I blinked, lifting my fingers to my neck. I could see myself in a mirror just behind Kelly, and I realized I had a hot pink choker circling my neck. I giggled. It looked like a collar, but it had to be a choker, right? Anyway, it looked hot, so I wasn't going to complain. Besides, Jeff and Robert were nodding in approval. They sooooooo had delicious looking bulges now. Just thinking about those bulges was starting to make me lick my lips. I looked a little closer at the mirror. My lips really looked swollen. In fact, I was surprised I hadn't noticed myself. My lips were super thick, really bee-stung. I wondered briefly if it was an allergic reaction, then giggled. I would have known if I was having a bad reaction! It would have hurt lots and lots! A sudden sharp pain in my belly made me jump. "Oh!" said Kelly. "I'm sorry, Samantha. I thought you knew what I was doing." I suddenly realized that Kelly had screwed some kind of self-piercing ring into my belly button. I had just gotten my belly button pierced. I giggled, unable to believe it had been so easy. "Oh, my goodness. That hardly hurt at all!" I said. Kelly nodded. "It's actually quite easy. I'll show you later." We stayed in the jewelry room for a few more minutes. Jeff and Robert were really sweet about it. They must have realized I was enjoying looking at all the pretties. Just to show them I appreciated it, I let Kelly put some huge hot-pink hoop earrings on me. I even decided to wear some cute little toe rings. Kelly said I was really looking adorable and I could see Jeff and Robert looking at my ass…er, taking note of my efficiency. We left that room and headed down the hall. We reached a door that had allllll kinds of "No admittance except authorized personnel" signs on it. Kelly had to do all kinds of identity things to get the door to open. The door finally swung open and inside was some kind of laboratory. "This is the heart of our operation," said Kelly. "This is where we create most of our products. I must remind you that you signed confidentiality agreements when we arranged this tour, and that we ask you to understand that we can't show you everything. This way, please." We followed Kelly through the room. There were all kinds of machines and gadgets and everything! It was a little hard to focus because my lips felt soooooo thick and sexy, and I really wanted to suck on something…er, eat something, I mean. I suddenly realized that Kelly was introducing Jeff and Robert to an important looking guy in a lab coat. "This is our leader, the brains behind Blonde Concepts. This is Doctor Street," said Kelly. Jeff and Robert solemnly shook hands with the scientist. I giggled and wiggled my fingers at him. He was kinda cute, and he looked really smart. "You must be Samantha," he said. "Have you enjoyed the tour so far?" I giggled. "Omigod, yes, Doctor! This place is awesome!" It was almost impossible to talk now without lisping because my lips were so thick. Dr.Street nodded. "I'm glad you've found it so." He turned to Kelly. "She's drunk the foundation prep formula?" Kelly nodded. "Yes, Doctor. It was packaged under the name 'Frequency', but I figured out what it was." "Excellent," he said. "Let's try it, shall we?" "Of course, Doctor." Dr.Street looked at me. "Sammi, I want you to stand in front of that machine, okay? It can't hurt you…it's only going to envelope your body with waves of a certain frequency. It will align your electrolytes in a way that will be good for your bosses…I mean, good for you, okay?" I blinked and bit my lower lip, trying to work through everything the doctor had just said. Finally, I gave it up and just went and stood where he told me to. The doctor played with some switches and stuff. I wished he'd hurry up 'cuz I really wanted to suck Jeff's cock. I heard him muttering something about letters or something…"Hmmmm…initial size, 'B'…set frequency for 'E'…hips…buttocks.." Then I heard a high-pitched whine, and suddenly I was feeling really funny. This went on for several heartbeats, and then suddenly everything was quiet again. I felt kinda dizzy and I wanted to sit down for a minute. I turned and nearly fell over. Finally I realized why. My boobs had swelled up! I gasped and clutched at my now massive chest. I couldn't believe it. My boobs were two or three times bigger than they had been before! It was a good thing I was wearing the clothes that Kelly had given me. My original outfit would have torn when my boobs swelled. "It's okay, Sammi," said Kelly. "We were just testing the machine. You did great! Thank you so much for helping us." I was going to give Kelly a piece of my mind, but I realized that would embarrass Jeff and Robert if I did it in front of Dr.Street. Fine. I would just have to wait until later. Giving me great big boobs like I was some kind of bimbo! Hmmmpphh! The laboratory was apparently the last stop on the tour. I tried not to show how difficult it was to walk with my huge boobs, but it wasn't easy. They were jiggling all over, and my nipples were sooooo sensitive. Kelly tried to help by screwing some self-piercing hoops into both my nipples, but that kinda hurt and didn't really help. We were finally heading for the door, but Kelly wanted to make one last stop. "Sammi," said Kelly, "I really must apologize about what happened to your breasts. That was very unprofessional of me. If you don't mind, I'd like to make up for it. Can I offer you a free session at our on-site salon?" I was still upset, but I could see Jeff and Robert looking at me in a way that made it clear I had better accept Kelly's offer. I was a bit sullen, I admit, but I finally said, "Fine." Kelly went inside and made the arrangements. Then she waved me in. I went inside and was waited on immediately. They didn't even ask me what style I wanted, they just went right to work. I was starting to get nervous, but then Kelly came over and whispered to me, "I shouldn't tell you this, but, between us, Jeff and Robert were saying earlier that they really wished you were blonde." I gasped. "Omigod! Really?" Kelly nodded. "So, to make up for what happened to your breasts, I told them to make you a gorgeous blonde, okay? Just like Jeff and Robert want." "Oh! Oh, Kelly! Thank you so much!" I couldn't believe how sweet Kelly had been! She was really trying to help me! She knew how hard it was to keep male bosses happy and she was doing what she could to help me. Kelly was sooooo sweet! At last they were finished. I couldn't believe the difference. I looked so glamorous and hot. My curves were soooooo lush and I wiggled and jiggled when I walked. My fingernails and toenails were a sexy shade of bright red, just like my lips, and my hair was full and soooooo blonde. I hugged Kelly, then jiggled out of the salon. Jeff, Robert and I walked down the steps and left Blonde Concepts, Inc. I licked my tingling, swollen lips and giggled. Jeff and Robert were in for such a surprise tomorrow morning. When I brought them their morning coffee, I was going to be giving them more than just coffee.  
  3. Chain by Riobiotic (be, bimbo)

    Chain by Riobiotic (be, bimbo) Jane sat down in her chair and moved her mouse, the screen clicking back as the light filled the dark cubicle. Putting her double shot latte down on the desk, she placed her head in her hand and looked out of the window. It’d been dark for a few hours now, the pale glow of the monitor being one of the few light sources left in the vacant office. This had been the third night that week, one of countless nights that year she’d had to stay late to work over the past few years. Glancing over at the photograph of her children, she half smiled an awkward smile as she turned back to the stack of paper work. They lived with their father now, and that bimbo Stacey he’d ended up marrying after they’d divorced. A large part of the reason behind their separation being the situation she was currently in. Work always came first, and her manager Ms. Jenkins was definitely making sure of that. It wasn’t her fault that so much work was coming in, but at times it seemed like she was picking on Jane for some reason. Flicking through her e-mails while sipping the creamy coffee, she clicked down the list of junk “Free Viagra, Timeshare in Yellowstone, Diet pills”; the never-ending list seeming to stretch as far as the inbox would go. After a few minutes of deleting, there were only a handful of messages left over in the once overly stuffed inbox. Inbox: FWD: Meeting 9:00am Mr. Tomkins 11:27 07/01/10 Something funny! Martha Gill (Mom) 13:04 07/01/10 Vital Amendments Serecross Industries 19:00 07/01/10 The last name was the one that caught her eye. Flicking through the pile of client job sheets that sat in her inbox, Serecross Industries weren’t, and had never been a client of theirs. Flicking up her web browser, she tapped in their details, yet nothing of any value seemed to appear. She clicked it as a large image filled the main box of the screen, which read as follows: “Dear Ms. Gill. Do you long for a more carefree life? Want to make an impression at the office that will give you a reason to stay late” She smirked at the line, but the rest of the message had held true so far. “Husband left you for a younger woman, and you’re tired of drinking the same double shot latte while sitting here night after night, alone?” Jane’s eyes widened as she backed away from the screen slightly, looking around her. The content of the message had obviously taken a much more serious tone. She was being watched, or at a bare minimum it was a cruel joke from someone who knew her well. Moving back towards the screen cautiously, she continued to read “Well by opening this e-mail, you’re already well on your way! Just take a look at the image below. Day 7” Scrolling down slightly, Jane jumped back, tensed slightly as she stared at the image in front of her. There at the messages end, was an image of a girl. She had flowing platinum blond hair, tied back in to an up-do, an overflowing rack that poured out from a barely buttoned blouse. She was almost entirely color coordinated, her pink laced bra matching the thick pink lip-gloss that coated full and pouted smiling lips, pale pink French tipped nails glinting in the light. But this was all tedious compared to her eyes. They were swirling. Where there should have been irises, they were replaced with an odd spiral like pattern that continually rotated, almost radiating out from the screen. The girl was moving. In exactly the same way Jane was, every blink, every flicker of movement, and every breath. Jane lifted her hand and placed it on the screen, staring in to the spiralling eyes that stared back. Jane’s vision began to blur, her head swimming as she started to feel dizzy, gripping the edge of the desk to steady her, yet it was no use. “Good morning San Diego, I’m Tom Taylor and this is your morning weather! Sunny outloo-“ the radio cut off as a fist slammed the button down. Jane rubbed her eyes and looked around her bedroom. “Eurgh, what a weird ass dream gotta stay off the coffee” she winced as she crawled out of bed and towards the bathroom. Flicking on the shower she threw her PJ’s to the floor and clambered in, grabbing the soap as she started to lather up. Yet something didn’t feel quite right. The soap fell to the floor as her mouth flew open, a scream emanating from her mouth that shook the steam filled room. Her beasts were bigger. In a matter of hours they’d jumped from a B to at least a C! How could this have happened, how was this even possible? Leaping from the shower, she dried herself slightly before wiping the steam from the mirror, staring at the newly formed flesh that jiggled slightly. Poking one to check if it was real, she winced slightly as she ran around in a small circle of shock, looking back at the mirror. She stopped. The breasts weren’t the only change. Running her fingers through her hair, it was somehow lighter, and longer as well, falling down to just below her jaw when it had been an inch or so shorter the day before. This wasn’t right at all, none of this made any sense. Jumping back in to the shower, she washed herself quickly and pulled on a shirt and skirt, unbuttoning slightly as the newly formed mass had made the garment a little on the tight side. Parking the car, she took the lift to her floor and sat down in her cubicle, opening up her inbox again. She spoke the messages out loud “Morning plans, office meeting, FWD: Meeting, 9, something funny, come on, where is it!?” she groaned, but the message was gone. If it had all been a dream, then what had happened to her, why had she changed? The day continued as normal, the work came flooding in, meetings went by, and life continued. Admittedly she was gaining a marginally higher amount of interest around the office, as there was obviously a noticeable change. There was more than the occasional “love what you’ve done with your hair” or “where did you get that push up from?”, but other than that, the day was unchanged. As the light grew dimmer, people began to leave the office, the room emptying as she sat at her desk, finishing the files and e-mailing them to clients for the next morning. Before too long, she was the last person left. Walking back from the coffee machine, she flicked through her e-mails, checking everything was finished. And there it sat. Inbox: Day 2 Serecross Industries 19:00 07/02/10 Clicking the small box next to the message, she moved to the drop down and selected over the ‘delete’ option. A message sounded, another mail appearing Inbox: Double Day 2 Serecross Industries 19:01 07/02/10 Again she clicked the box next to the second message, sending it to deletion as a third message appeared Inbox: Triple Day 2 Serecross Industries 19:02 07/02/10 It was no use; the messages would obviously just keep coming. Opening the message, she started to scroll “Ms. Gill. It appears that I haven’t made enough of an impression on you since last night. Now a quick lesson in why you should read your mail. Day 7.” The girls’ image was back, yet her form had grown even more drastic. The platinum blond hair flowed thicker, as the pouting lips had inflated ever so slightly, yet they were immensely outshone by the heaving breasts that nearly tore free from their fabric cage, the manicured nails now long and detailed with pink as the clutched to the mouse below them, the eyes spirals spinning wildly as Jane felt herself transfixed in their path. Her head was swimming, her breathing becoming shallow and hurried as she barely saw her now cartoonish shadow slump forward the room fading quickly to black. Anonymous 12/15/16 (Thu) 17:59:53 No.1890 “Good morning San Diego, I’m Tom Taylor and this is your morning weather! Rain today, with-“ the radio continued as Jane half looked up at it, rolling on to her back as she yawned, sinking her head back in to the pillow. Sitting up, the blood rushed to her head, a throbbing starting to ache out as she placed a hand to the side of her face, her long nails scratching her ever so slightly. Moving her hand away, she stared at it. The stubby, neatly cut nails were gone, now well-manicured and longer, pale pink nail varnish coating the once dull beds. Nervously she looked down. And there, staring back up at her, were a perfect pair of DD’s, peering out from a now damaged nightshirt as the buttons had broken free in the night. Tearing the shirt off, she ran her hands up her sides, which had changed as well, her waist now pinched inwards, her thighs and rear swollen out in opposite, moving her hands up to the now buxom torso and over, brushing a lock of long blond hair off of her shoulder. Getting up, she cautiously walked in to the bathroom, inspecting herself in the mirror. She twisted slightly, viewing her newly curved rear, her hips the same diameter as her newly acquired chest and winced “God, how am I going to get anything to fit!? This has got to stop” After cleaning herself up, and searching through her wardrobe for the largest shirt she could find, she pulled it on and still barely managed to button it two thirds of the way. The mornings rain had been a Godsend in it allowing her to pull on a large coat over the top of her dangerous new curves, a hood over her now shining blond hair. Storming through the office, she dismissively answered any questions before sliding in to the safety of her cubicle, sliding off the soaking wet overcoat on to the back of her chair as she quickly opened her inbox. Ignoring the day’s tasks, she fired straight through to the message she’d received the night before, yet as expected it was nowhere to be seen. She thought carefully for a moment, checking the list once again. Moving the cursor over, she clicked over to her deleted mail, and although the final mail wasn’t there, the previous two still she hadn’t read were. Rapidly clicking the newer of the two, her eyes widened as she realized what she’d opened, grabbing a pen as she rapidly scrawled down the e-mail address as she began to loose her balance, swaying as the world started to sway around her. Day 7’s image had grown even more drastic, the hair now elaborate with a long flowing ponytail to the shoulders, breasts practically bursting from the straining buttoned shirt, nails elevated in detail. Quickly moving the mouse she closed the window, breathing out, gasping as she tried to make herself focus, gripping on to the edge of her desk as she held herself in place. Opening her bag she quickly grabbed a compact mirror, pulling it out as she gasped at her changing reflection, her hair turning lighter and longer as her lips turned a glossed pink, her chest swelling further as she tilted forward slightly, stockings gaining a ladder as they stretched out. Grabbing the paper she’d written the address down on, she reopened the program and started to type. She was noticeably slower than she had been before, using only her index fingers as she concentrated on each word. Subject: Why!? Serecross Industries, what have you done to me, and how do I make it stop!?!?” Hitting send, she waited impatiently, drumming her long nails on the desktop as she winced slightly at the pressure of her shirt against her chest. A noise sounded as the new message appeared Inbox: So glad you asked Serecross Industries 09:04 07/03/10 Clicking it, her eyes skimmed rapidly across the lines of text, her brow furrowed at its content “Ms. Gill, I assume you’re taking this very seriously now, but what you did just now was very silly. As you can see, every mail we send you adds to the effect, and every double will add to the outcome. By the end of day 7, it’s a very real situation that the girl that you’ve created will be far more ‘concentrated’ than even we had intended. A combination of every jealous thought, every unwanted desire, every promiscuous thought, every bimbo stereotype that’s ever passed your little mind will be your determined form. But why you I hear you ask? Well the answer is quite simple. We have targeted you, because there’s a part of you that wants this. A part of you has always longed to be desired for all the wrong reasons. Consider us your fairy Godmother; we are simply making the wishes you’ve had come true Unless of course, this is not what you want? We are going to send the first message you received from us to you again, and you have to forward it to 5 female workers in your work place. If they don’t read that message by day 7, then you will of course become the vapid sex object a dark little part of yourself so deeply desires to be. The quicker you work, the more of yourself you’ll save. You have 4 days left, what you do with them is your choice. With a single bell chime, the message appeared. Jane hung her head in her hands and thought carefully. What could she do? Sifting through her e-mails, she looked at her contact list, working out whom it would make the most sense to forward the ultimate chain mail too. But how could she? What gave her the right to ruin the lives of 5 other women? “Whoa.” A voice exclaimed from behind her. Frozen like a deer in headlamps at the sound of that voice, she felt a hand place on her shoulder. Slowly turning round as the chair beneath her twisted, she was greeted by a rotund and smiling face, framed by a cluster of red curled hair. Brenda Bernstein had worked at the office for years, her and Jane had met on their first day as interns. Jane had never had a particular liking for Brenda, but she had been around for her a lot in the months of her divorce. “What on earth happened to you doll face? You look amazing!” Jane smiled awkwardly as she let out a small sigh “Would you believe me if I told you it was chain mail?” The rotund woman chuckled, her thick New York accent spewing out “If you got that from chain mail, then imagine what you could get from your pop-up filter! Seriously though, what happened?” Turning back round to her computer awkwardly as she brushed a lock of pale blond hair from her face, she shrugged awkwardly “Just letting out the real me I guess.” For a moment she paused, considering what that really meant. How could there be a part of her that could want for this? And in the same line, just how many other people wanted the same thing? “Maybe you should give it a try” she smiled innocently as she forwarded the message to Brenda’s inbox. The looks around the office had begun to escalate as the day continued, long stairs from cubicles and doorways, hushed words at the water cooler. The closest she’d gotten to peace was the hour she spent at lunch buying new shirts and skirts, buying a size or two up as an extra, but even that had proved to be a more taxing task than she’d expected. Walking back to the office had been a constant line of wolf whistles; her boss Mr. Tomkins had pulled her in to a conversation and an invitation of dinner that evening, which she politely declined. He was an immensely rich man, with Tomkins industries being the highest grossing program developer of the past decade, and remotely attractive as well, but the man was twice her age. The day had finally come to a close, as the office continued its daily cycle, more than a couple more guys saying good night to her than previously. At one point she could have sworn a camera flashed over the top of her cubicle at one point. She knew the reason why, but as she’d already been informed, there was a twisted little part of her that liked that attention. Absent minded, she finished up the last of the jobs, putting her coffee down next to the screen, as the dreaded sound rung out. Yet there was something different about the title. Inbox: Brenda Serecross Industries 18:50 07/03/10 She breathed in heavily, gritting her teeth as she opened the window “Jane, very nice work today. Unfortunately for Brenda however, she has already deleted her mail 3 times in a row. My, she’ll be in for a shock when you call her now, and ask her to open that message. Pick up your phone and call her now, or I should say you’ll both be in a great deal of trouble.” Rapidly grabbing the phone, she dialled through to Brenda’s home number, making a poor excuse as to why Brenda had to check that message. After a few moments, there was a gentle moan and a dull thud as the expected message appeared. Inbox: Day 3 Serecross Industries 19:00 07/03/10 She clicked. The radio blared in the background as Jane pulled on a bra and tightly fitted plain top, moving her creamy blond hair up and back in to a ponytail and positioning it, before fixing her make up, applying the strawberry pink lip gloss and eyeliner carefully in the mirror. In some ways it had almost become a luxury to be wearing clothes that actually fitted, as she pulled on a smart buttoned jacket to at least create remotely presentable attire. There was no way of disguising her breasts from the extra cup size she’d gained over night, the best she could find herself doing was tastefully framing them the best she possibly could. As she clambered in to the car, a sickening feeling filled her stomach as she drove to work. What she had done to her friend was inexcusable, and the results would soon be visible. Slinking in to the office slightly, eyes turned on her automatically as if it were some kind of automated male function. Rolling her eyes, with a slight smile she paced over to Brenda’s cubicle and peered in to see the aftermath of the night before. Yet the cubicle was empty. It was likely that Brenda had freaked out, and skipped work, something she could hardly be blamed for. Opening Brenda’s office computer, she cycled down the inbox, with no sign of the e-mail. She must have definitely opened it, flicking over to the read section as she double clicked. How could she have forgotten? The images blond hair was streaming down now, her 40 HH chest torn free of the shirt as they hung out, held barely by the laced bra in place as Jane’s vision swirled, falling forward as she felt material rip as her breasts flowed out further, more hair toppling down her back as she pulled back up. Light blue eye shadow now delicately brushed across her eyelids, she quickly composed herself, and walked back to her cubicle, searching through her bag for a new top and bra. She had to find more people, and quickly, at the rate she was going at she’d be a 50-year-old billionaires sex toy by the weeks end. Quickly cycling through her list, she looked around, occasionally switching back to another screen to get some work done, yet the rate she was going at was slower than she could ever remember. Typos were appearing more and more frequently, her vocabulary was becoming more stunted as she filled in reports, “and like,” being used on more than several occasions. Her IQ was dropping, and her end result all the more dangerous if the pattern continued and magnified. Peering over the top of her cubicle, she started to take note of the women of the office, what they were doing, who they were talking with. But most importantly how she could guarantee that each of them would actually read what she was sending. Opening her e-mail once again, she quickly deleted the contents of her trashcan; no more mistakes could afford to be made with re-opening any of the chains from before. Flipping through the itinerary for the day, she listed her possible victims. Meeting notes for Mrs. Dale, a simple change of the subject title would lull her in to opening hers. Lunch with Darcy and Tanya, friends or not, it was drawing ever closer to day 7, and the situation wasn’t getting any easier. She shuffled slightly in her chair as her widened posterior didn’t fit as well as it had in the once comfortable groove of her chair. That left one more. If she was going to do this, then at least some fun should come from it. Typing in her Manager Ms. Jenkins e-mail, she smirked as she filled the subject with “Urgent: Management Restructuring”. Ticking ‘Read receipt’, she closed her eyes and hit send, as the messages went out to do their bidding. The moment was bitter sweet, as she let out a sigh of relief that the ordeal was over for her, for others it was only just beginning. Darcy and Tanya had joined when she had, different departments, yet she’d known the two of them since high school. How could she have done something so horrendous yet again? Had Brenda not been enough of a lesson for her? A ‘read’ notice popped up from Darcy, one from Tanya following shortly after. What was done was done. She continued to work, some tasks seeming considerably harder than they had been before. Typing was a chore, her 100 words a minute down to a stunted 60. She hoped she’d adjust, and perhaps even get back to her original speed. Maybe it would just take time? The day dragged as messages came in, none of them what she wanted to see. A print report, note making at a meeting at 2, yet no openings of the ticking time bombs that sat waiting in the inboxes of her unsuspecting colleagues. Jane attended the meeting, and made notes the best she could; yet half of her page seemed to be covered in small doodles of hearts and flowers. The changes had started to make a greater difference than she had first realized, he concentration becoming considerably shakier in comparison to the day before. Mrs. Dales message opened, at around 3.30, yet there was no sign of Jenkins having opened hers. The day was drawing to a close, the office emptying out again as the hours ticked by, 6pm, 7pm. Like clockwork, Inbox: Day 4 Serecross Industries 19:00 07/04/10 Her heartbeat began to race, nerves filling her as she looked around awkwardly, her eyes wide with a sense of fear as if she was looking for someone to save her. Yet of course, nobody could. With a sigh of defeat, she opened the message “You’re doing very well, but you’re far from finished my darling” the eyes swirling rapidly once again, as darkness once again overwhelmed her. “Goood morning San Diego! Weather today will be cool but clear after last nights rain, with temp-“ Jane rolled over on to her back as she sat up and walked over to the bathroom mirror. Her heaving chest swayed slightly as she walked, even while supported by the EE cups she now had to wear to support the swaying behemoths that hung from her chest, her waist slightly thinner in contrast to her sensual swaying behind. Her hair was edging closer and closer towards platinum blond as it hung down around her breasts, now barely contained by the pale pink shirt as the top four buttons had to be undone simply to accommodate her outline. Pulling it back in to it’s ponytail, she teased down a fringe and added volume to the bulk of it with the aid of a little back combing, before heading off for the office. There was no sign of Brenda again, the concern growing slightly for her whereabouts. But Brenda was an outgoing person, if anyone were to come out of a situation as bizarre as her current one; it would have to be her. Shortly after she sat down, there was some loud discussion from the cubicle next to her. As she pretended to type, she listened carefully to the shrill voice that echoed in its own four walls “Have you seen Valerie Dale this morning!? That ladies been for the works, her greys are gone, changed her hairstyle and clothes but that’s nothing compared to this… She looks younger! And I’m not talkin ‘good nights sleep’ younger, I’m talking years off. What ever she’s takin, I gotta get me some of that!” She started to wonder how Darcy and Tanya must be doing, yet all of this paled in comparison to the fact that Jenkins had yet to open her message. Picking up the phone, she dialled through to her desk. A stern voice replied, its tone indifferent and cold as she cleared her throat “Yes?” she simply replied. Jane rolled her eyes at the stuck up wind bag “Ms. Jenkins,” she replied, twirling the phone cord playfully “I um, I like, sent you a message yesterday that was really important, and I need you to check it please?” A low groan emanated back “Yes, I know the message. I’ve been trying to delete it for the last 20 minutes, but it just keeps popping up with a new number in the subject matter.” Jane tried to hold back the enjoyment, yet she let out a small squeal of laughter by accident, hastily disguising it as a cough. The backlog of payback from that many deletions must have been astronomical, no doubt escalating her manager to a state beyond her own in an instant. A few moments of silence passed, as the voice on the phones end grew more impatient “Well, what is it?” Jane thought carefully for a moment, planning her reply “Um.. It’s a message through from Mr. Tomkins. I like, think he said something about you being uppered!” The tone changed, yet the sternness still hung on every word “You mean promoted. Well I’ll look at that in a moment, why are you talking in such a manor? You’re usually such a well-spoken girl, you’re letting it slip Jane. We don’t let things slip at Tomkins Industries. Your appearance is a matter of concern as well, one I will discuss with you in more detail in the near future.” Jane’s eyes filled with a child like glee, if anything positive could have come from this, it would be removing the bug from her tormentors ass. “Yes Ms. Jenkin-“ she was cut off as the phone slammed down a few cubicles away. A few minutes ticked by before the message flagged up as “Message read”. She breathed out a heavy sigh of relief as she slumped forward; half laughing with relief that this was finally the end of it all. She worked happily for the rest of the day, her focus even improving a little as the spelling mistakes seemed to be fewer in number, she even finished earlier than she expected. Grabbing her coat, she waved goodbye to the men of the department, and walked out of the door at 5 on the door. Hitting the radio before the words “Good morning” had even finished, Jane sprung from her bed and looked in the mirror. Nothing had changed. A wide spread grin panned out across her face as she stared at herself in the mirror, inspecting every angle she could. Pulling on the same sized clothes she’d worn the day before, she happily bounced, almost skipping from the car to the office as she walked in and greeted everyone good morning. Before she’d reached her cubicle, she did a double take. Sitting in Jenkins seat was a vastly different woman. Messy red hair was backcombed and choppily cut, her emerald green shirt nearly tearing at the seams as they supported a pair of beasts bigger than Jane’s by a considerable amount, a pencil skirt flaunted long thin legs, feet barely covered by diabolical heals. She was talking on the phone, the stern tone and exterior completely vanished as she chirped happily to a friend about a cute bag she’d seen on the way to work. This was going to be a beautiful day. Walking round to her cubicle, she sat down in her chair, the leathers groove now adapted to her newly fixed curves. She skimmed the first few e-mails, minimizing the window as she quickly sorted through the desks paper work, neatly stacking it and adding notes as they were forwarded to their respective place. She felt happy, for the first time in a while. Admittedly she wasn’t as bright as she had once been, but in some ways her newly found ignorance had become a blessing. The day continued to get better, Mr. Tomkins asking her out for a drink at lunchtime which she happily accepted/ Se said he’d call her out tonight as she gave him her phone number. Darcy and Tanya called her later that day, both amazed at the effects the e-mails had had, each of them having forwarded it to half their address books. Luckily they’d both received a slew of replies within the hour, both of them halted at their slightly curvier states. Finishing the last few files, as the clock edged towards 5, a face appeared over the top of the cubicle. “Hello Mr. Tomkins” she said happily and slightly huskily. The man grinned back, dangling his keys to the brand new Porsche he’d bought the week before “How about you leave that for the morning and come for a drive?” Throwing the folder in to the ‘done’ pile, she giggled and grabbed her bag, walking out of the office. “Good morning San Diego, we’re starting today’s morning update on a sadder note,” Jane slammed the off button down. Everything was too perfect for any sad notes, she grinned slipping in to the shower as she sung while washing herself. Mr. Tomkins, or ‘Mark’ as he was now to her, hadn’t just taken her out to dinner in the city. They had flown to Paris. They had danced, drank, and spent the rest of the next day in the city. The perfect weekend. Pulling on a slightly lower cut top, it’s deep V line sporting her impressive bust; she styled her hair as usual before heading down to the car, and off to work. As she walked in to the office, she was too ecstatic to notice the tone of the room, a skip in her step as she strutted through to her cubicle, sitting down and spinning around as she spent the day working through the pile of paperwork that had accumulated over the weekend. It was astonishing how much longer what would have taken a couple of hours to achieve had become, the clock hitting 18:59 as she opened her inbox and sifted through the mail. There were three messages sitting there Inbox: Day 5 Serecross Industries 19:00 07/05/10 Day 6 Serecross Industries 19:00 07/06/10 Day 7 Serecross Industries 19:00 07/07/10 Her face sunk, her mind jumping from thought to thought. Why were they there? This was over, she’d done as she was asked, and now this!? Clicking Day 5, she gasped out loudly as the changes started, breasts growing larger as she tried to focus on the message “4 out of 5” White blond hair tumbled down to the base of the back, thick pink gloss plastered across full lips, eye shadow a deeper shade of blue that seemed to enhance the spiralling as she wobbled “What do you mean 4 out of 5?” She panted, grabbing the desk as her shirt tore outwards, the voices around her sounding louder as her vision became hazed “I can’t believe Brenda’s dead!” one swirling voice uttered. “Heart attack at her home computer a few nights ago. Apparently she died instantly and collapsed on to the keyboard” the other solemnly replied. Glancing up weakly she stared at the screen, fear in her eyes as her swelling breasts hit the keyboard, moving on to the next message as the changes continued, the same image playing as her eyes fought to focus Miss Gill. Brenda never read your message, as you would have known if you had read yesterdays e-mail. But it’s too late for all that now. Say goodbye to the Jane you knew. Say hello to what you really are. Hair was now tumbling down to the bottom of her back, the tight fitted top tearing off leaving her in just her bra that hung on for dear life, she tried to stand, positioning herself against the wall of her cubicle as she slumped back against it, the swelling continuing through her hips and thighs as her long pink nails almost dug in to the soft board that had formed her support. As the changes slowed, she brushed a strand of hair from her eyes, looking in to what were now the normal eyes of her digital reflection. “Oh my God, I… I” she stammered. It felt like her mind was floating, drifting above her as it slowly seemed to thin, eyes glazing over as they changed from their chocolate brown to a pale blue. In an instant, it snapped back in to place, as she suddenly became active “Ohmygod, I look, soo hot!” she exclaimed, stunned in her new high girly tone, checking herself out from the same angles she had once viewed in disgust. Running a hand down her back and round her perfectly curved behind, and up her now wasp like, she ran her hands across the 38 triple K breasts that had swollen out, giggling with delight and excitement. Spinning back round to her computer, she grabbed the address book and clicked a few names, the vapid giggling continuing as she went “My sister has got to see this, she will be, SO jealous! Selecting the first e-mail, she selected forward. The plague she had once feared to spread had devoured the building, as it was slowly passing from friend to friend. And as it took her, it would take someone else. Yet she was unaware of her actions, happily picking up the phone as she dialled through to Mr. Tomkins. “Hey baby” she uttered alluringly “how about you take the day off early, and we go back to yours for some fun?” she grinned “I want your cock in me as soon as you can get it there” making a flirty growling sound. She looked down at herself “But we need to go get me some new clothes first! You can help me pick out something sexy” With that, she placed the phone down, stood up and looked around the office, still half naked. “Like, what’s everyone so gloomy about? Check your mail, something in there might cheer you guys up!” A week later Donna Gill woke up and looked around her apartment, empty beer cans littering the floor and a few friends passed out around the place. She felt like she’d been punched in the head. Half throwing herself out of the bed, and on to the floor, she pulled herself to her feet, stepping over the piles of garbage and people as she made her way to the kitchen. The state of that wasn’t so great either. Walking to a cupboard, she moved a few things out of the way and removed the MacBook she’d been hiding. There was no way some dumb ass was going to puke on that, regardless of whether or not that dumb ass was her friend. Sliding the tray of empty shots that sat on the worktop over, she flipped the laptops lid as the screen clicked in to place, the light being slightly uncomfortable in her hung-over state. Checking a few websites, she flicked some music on quietly and started to page through her e-mails. “Huh..” She mumbled. Inbox: You’ll like this Jane Gill 19:00 07/14/10 Her sister was usually so wrapped up in work that she couldn’t even make time for the important things, thanks giving’s, birthdays. So why was she receiving a mail from her about “Something she’d like”? What did she know? She barely ever saw her, let alone knew what she liked. Deleting it, she glanced away for a moment, looking back only to see Inbox: You’ll like this double Serecross Industries 19:00 07/14/10 “Well, I’ve got more faith in ‘Serecross Industries’ knowing what I like than I do in you sis..” She clicked. Don't Make Me Laugh (BE, WG, DG, IQ, Clown) Anonymous 12/15/16 (Thu) 18:00:31 No.1891 I posted some of my odd clown stories on the previous site, so I figured I'd try and post some here. This is the most risque story I've written, featuring sex and other naughty stuff. I hope you enjoy, even if it is a little…strange. — Don't Make Me Laugh Written by Hugo Prosperio Idea by matago (Warning. This story contains heavy sexual content, a rarity amongst my stories. It also includes strange transformation fetish material, so if that ain't your cup of tea, please, feel free to move on. For those interested in Bimbo and Clown TFs, and other strange things, read on) The sun was shining as Veronica James walked into her local police station. You see, Veronica loved her job as a police woman. She loved the power it gave her, and she was never afraid to show it. Most people that knew here would have described her as being cold. She walked in her long dirty blonde hair tied into a bun that was hidden under her uniform hat, and she grinned as she walked in. She loved that every man in the station would give anything to be with her, and she wouldn't give any of them an inch. She loved how much power it gave her over them. "Hey, Ronnie" one of her fellow officers said to her as he passed. She grabbed him by his arm. "I told you not to call me that. My name is Veronica." She said. "Yeesh, what a grip. I'm sorry" he said as she let go, and he quickly moved away from her. She grinned as he walked away, knowing how much she had just bruised his ego. "Probably wanted to ask me out on a cheap date" she mumbled to herself. "Officer James?" said the voice of one of her bosses. "You really aren't a people person, are you?" She turned around to look at him. "No. I'm not. You've never complained about it before, Captain." She noted. "True. It makes you a very effective cop, I'll admit…just take it easy on the guys around here. They don't bite, so you shouldn't either. Anyway, I am going to need you to do a few laps in your car today, keep an eye out for hooligans." He said. She nodded and went to the locker room to grab her gear. A young male officer smirked. "Hey there, Veronica. How's it going?" "Beat it, Kid" she snarled at him as she hooked her gun onto her slender waist. "I'll take that as a no, then?" he said. "Yes. Forever and a day…yes. It will always be a no, you little scumbag." She said as she left and headed out of the building. "Someday, you'll come around. I'm the best you ever gonna get, girlfriend" he smirked. She turned around and slapped him in the face. "That's the best YOU ever gonna get, asshole." She said as she stomped out and left the station. "Some people never change" The Captain sighed as he sipped his coffee. — Veronica fumed as she drove down the street in her squad car. She couldn't believe how many assholes she worked with, and how stupid they all were. She sighed as she scanned the area for any trouble, when suddenly she spotted something. A VW Bug pulled over on the side of the road had smoke pouring out from the windows. "Here we go. Some teenagers smoking something they shouldn't." She smiled. "This'll improve my mood" She turned on her flashing lights, and just for kicks turned on the sirens as she pulled up behind the parked car. "I'll let them squirm for a bit" she said with a slight derisive laugh. These were the moments when she thoroughly enjoyed her job. After a few moments, she turned off the sirens and got out of the car. She could hear noises coming from the parked car, noises that sounded like giggling. As she approached the vehicle, she overheard voices. A sugary sweet female voice laughed then said "Go on, keep smoking, it'l change your life" She pulled out her baton and walked up and tapped it slightly against the door of the driver's side. The girl sitting in the driver's seat turned her head and smiled. "Hello there, officer!" the girl said. Veronica looked her over, seeing a very fat girl in her twenties, long curly brown hair, rosy cheeks, and wearing what looked like a yellow sundress that was far too tight for her, showing off ample amounts of pudgy fat cleavage. She then glanced at the face, and beneath the gaudy makeup and double chin, she recognized the girl. "Molly?" she said, letting out a surprised gasp. She had caught this girl many times trying to buy or smoke pot, but she was always thin on Veronica's memory. Something drastic had changed about her. "Looks like all that weed gave you the munchies, huh?" she smirked. "I guess so, officer…James" Molly said looking at the name tag. Molly didn't seem to remember her, but she smiled none the less. "How are you on this B. e. a. utiful day?" "I'm fine. Now then, what might you and your friend" she said pointing at the young man in the passenger seat who had such pale skin he looked like a vampire. "…what might you be sampling today?" she added as she pointed at the joint in Molly's fingertips. Molly giggled. "Well, Silly, this is Wacky Weed. It's really good. You want some?" This caught Veronica off guard. She was used to seeing kids try to lie about what they were doing, but to outright say it, and then offer her some? She was stunned. She quickly regained her composure and let out a trademark snort "Don't make me laugh. Young lady, that substance is quite obviously illegal, and I need you to hand it over this instant." She said. "Like, what if I don't want to" she said as she took in a huge drag off the joint and blew the smoke towards Veronica, specifically that what was closest to her own eye level, Veronica's crotch. "Hey! Don't make me rip you out of that car!" Veronica snarled, not noticing the slight tingle that had formed in her panties. Molly giggled and opened the car and stepped out, her green flip-flops smacking against the pavement as she did. "Now then, give it to me, or things are going to get very bad for you, little missy" Veronica hissed. Molly sighed. "Okay…If you insist. I'll give it to you." she then added as she took one last puff, and blew it in Veronica's face. The billow of smoke was so thick that Veronica lost track of everything. She coughed heavily and ended up inhaling a great deal of the smoke, which somehow tasted like cotton candy. She shook her head as the smoke dispersed, and she was shocked to find that Molly, her pale friend, and their VW Bug had disappeared, vanished into thin air. "What in the fuck?" She blurted out, still coughing from the smoke. She shook her head, and was determined to find those little punks and bring them into the station. "You are going to be so sorry, Miss Molly" she said, gritting her teeth as she climbed back into her squad car and took off, sirens blazing, towards the center of town. — Dusk approached the small town, and Veronica decided to call off her search for the hooligans in the yellow Bug. "They'll show up again…and when they do, they'll wish they'd never been born." She said to herself. She then scratched her nose, which had begun to itch over the last few hours. She pulled into the station and quietly moved to the locker room to put away her gun. "Evening, Ronnie" said the officer who had tried to ask her out earlier in the day. She growled at him, but made no other attempt at getting her point across. She was tired, and wanted to get home. She didn't have a real car of her own, because she lived just a block away from the station, so she walked home. She quickly moved down the street, passing a well dressed man in colorful clothing. She knew this to be the local pimp, though nobody had ever been able to take him down for any crimes. "Well, hello there, Officer James." He smiled. "Buzz off, Pervert" she said. "Tsk Tsk, so much anger. I was just saying hello. Have yourself a good evening" he laughed. "Listen, you smug prick, I am not one of your girls. One day, I'll see to it personally that your ass is firmly behind bars. Until then? Fuck Off." As she said the last two words, her voice jumped up a few octaves, catching her off guard. She covered her mouth and started walking away. The pimp smiled. "You don't know what you are missing my dear. Oh well, have a good night." She sighed loudly and trudged to her apartment building heading in, ready to crash for the night. Once inside her apartment, she turned on the light and slumped down onto her couch. "God, what a weird day" she said, her voice still sounding a touch high to her own ears, but she just shook it off, blaming it on nerves. She then smelled herself, and sighed. "God Damn, I still smell like that shit I got spewed on me by that punk-ass girl" she mumbled. It was true, her whole aroma smelled of Cotton Candy, a sugary sweet smell that lingered in the air. She got up and went over to her bathroom and stripped out of her uniform , and out of her underwear, which felt a tad tight to her for some reason. She shook that off as well, and turned on her shower, hoping to rid herself of the smell of sweets. She got in, and felt the rushing hot water caress her naked form, and she began to relax. She then began to feel, well, very horny, to be blunt about it. She felt her lady parts tingle upon being touched with the water, and she let out a soft moan. It felt so good, so much more sensitive, it seemed, and she couldn't figure out why, but she wasn't going to ignore it. She soon found her hand moving to her crotch as it slowly caressed the lips of her vagina. She closed her eyes and softly let the sensations fill her world. She moaned loudly now as her fingers slipped in and out of her warm sex, and now the cotton candy smell that she was experiencing began to fill the room, and she didn't care. She was in ecstasy, and her she let her body slip to the floor of the shower and let the water soak over her while she masturbated for over an hour. Her eyes flew open after two hours of soaking in the shower. She looked around and let out a sigh. "I hate it when I do that" she said as she got up and turned off the water, and took a towel in her hand to dry herself off. She stepped out and wiped the fogged up mirror clean and stared at her reflection. She noticed her nose looked red, as if she had a cold or something, but she paid no attention to it. She dried her hair, not noting how much frizzier it seemed as she headed into her bedroom and plopped down onto her bed, sighing. It had been a long day, and she was glad to see it over, but that shower was the perfect way to end it, she thought with a wide grin as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. — Her alarm blared through her bedroom as it went off. She groggily opened her eyes and glared at it. She turned it off and stepped out of bed, and proceeded to fall flat on her face as she tried to stand up. "What the hell?" she asked herself as she finally got up. She couldn't figure out why she had fallen down, but had she been more alert, she might have noticed her breasts were now much larger, as was her ass, but she wasn't paying attention to these things, she knew she had to get ready for work and fast. She hopped in the shower and felt the water rush over her, and she felt the urge to slide her hand into her wet sex, but was able to resist and get out and get back to her room to get dressed for what she felt was going to be a long day. She grabbed a clean uniform and began to put it on, only to discover that both the pants, and the shirt were now very tight. "Son of a bitch, it must have shrunk in the wash. Just my luck." She sighed, and struggled to get it on, and was able to do so with a few tugs here and there. "It'll have to do, this is the only clean one, I got" she said as she walked over to her mirror and to her shock and surprise, her hair was an utter mess. Fizzy and curling up into an unintended afro of sorts. She let out a small shriek and set to work trying to flatten it, to comb it, to do anything with it so it wouldn't look like such a bird's nest of a mess, but nothing seemed to be doing the trick. She glared at the mirror, noting her nose looked even redder than it did before she had gone to bed. Today seemed to be turning out to be the worst possibly day it could be. "Why now? Why couldn't this happen when I go on vacation next month?" she said as she found her uniform hat and shoved it on tightly, doing her best to cover up the hair. She then slipped on her shoes for work, and discovered they too were tight. "Oh, what the Christ?!" she stammered. "Am I turning into an elephant? God Damn it" she snarled as she threw her hands up and grabbed her things for work and headed out the door. — Walking to work was usually a breeze for Veronica, but today was, for some reason, quite the task. Every guy she saw on the street was turning her on in one way or another, and this was quite distressing to her. She was very glad not to see the pimp who had spoken to her last night, because she feared he too would have been in some way attractive to her on this strange morning, and she would not want to admit that. She passed one of her fellow tenants of her apartment building and he smiled weakly at her and continued on his way. She knew him to be a very shy man, and that too was very "hot" to her at the moment. "Christ, Ronnie, get a grip" she said to herself, using the name she hated people calling her. She stopped. "What is getting into me?!" she gasped as she continued towards the station. "Today had better move quickly, or so help me…" she muttered. Once inside the station, she started towards her desk area, which she rarely used, as she loved to be out on the street, but today, she felt it was probably a good idea to stay in, what with how strange her day had been. As she walked by one of the more attractive men in the station, she let out a girlish giggle, which displayed her higher voice. She covered her mouth and kicked herself mentally. Was she going mad? She could barely contain her libido, and it was driving her nuts. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she mumbled as she finally reached her desk and sat down. The Chief walked by and noted her at her desk and laughed. "Well, hello, Officer James. Usually by now you are screaming at all the men and on your way out to your beat?" She stared at him, and lust filled her body with an almost uncontrollable burst. She shook it off and looked up at him. "I'm not feeling too hot today." She began, wincing at her higher pitched voice, which made her sound like a porn parody of a police woman. "So I figured I'd get some paperwork done." "You don't sound good either." He said patting her on the shoulder, and the sex panther inside her wanted to pounce right then and there, but she was able to close her eyes and stop it for the moment. "You sure you don't want to go home?" He asked. "We are fairly well staffed here at the station, and I am sure our fair city can get along one day without you." She wanted to say yes, but something in her, perhaps her pride, made her stand firm. "No. Besides, you are always nagging me about this paperwork, might as well get it all wrapped up" she said with another girlish giggle. The Chief raised his eyebrows, but said nothing more as he walked away. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" she gasped afterwards, and she knew for a fact her panties were now wet from her quivering sex, which was just aching to be touched. She started typing away at the computer at her desk, her mind not really on the task at hand. A few moments later, she went to review what she had typed and saw the following. "In conclusion, I say that this case was SEX. I NEED SEX. SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX!" She quickly erased it and held her head in her hands. She was going insane, she just knew it. Something had happened to her, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew she needed to figure it out and put a stop to it. She then felt her nose tingle a bit, and she sneezed. She didn't pay attention to this, because, in her mind, she had bigger problems to worry about, but had she looked, she would have noticed the sneeze caused her nose to turn even more red and inflamed that it already was. She stood up and walked to the locker room, desperate to find the one thing that was causing all these strange emotions to build in her. She noticed her shoes felt even more tight then they had when she left work and just chalked it up to the worst day ever. "I must be sick, delusional, or something. I think I'll take tomorrow off" she sighed as she stared into the mirror in the locker room. She then noticed her hair was even frizzier under her uniform cap, and she ripped it off to try and re-arrange it, and to her horror, her hair was almost up in a fro style. "What?! That's not possible!" she said, trying to pat it down, comb it with her fingers, but nothing would undo the frizzed mess of hair. She then noticed stripes of color going up each side, like the white in the Bride of Frankenstein's hair, but these were weren't white. They were hot pink, like cotton candy! "I am dreaming. This is one big hallucination. That explains everything" she said as she shoved her hat back down on the mess of hair and sighed. As she turned to exit, she saw the face of the cop who had hit on her in the locker room the day before. She heard his voice in her head "I'm the best you ever gonna get, girlfriend" it said, and looking at him, right now, in her current state of mind, she could hardly argue with that statement. "Well, hello, Officer James" he smirked. "Feeling a touch less cranky today, I hope?" She tried to contain herself as she felt the monster inside of her roar, but it was too late. She grabbed him by the lapels of his uniform and shoved him up against the lockers, her hormones raging. "I…take that as a no." he stammered as she looked him over and then braced himself for what he thought he knew was going to be her fist smashing into his face, but he got something much different. She took her lips, which were swollen and red, and placed them against his and began to kiss him passionately. He gasped at first, but then started kissing her back for a moment, before pushing her away. "Wait a second. Is this some big joke, or something? What the fuck is up, Veronica!" he stammered. "I am so fucking horny." She moaned. "I don't know why, I can't explain it…I've been like this since I woke up, but goddamn it, Harry, I want you in the worst way!" she said using his name for the first time he could ever remember. Usually she called him "kid" or "scumbag" "Uh…are you sure about this?" he asked as he removed her hands from his lapels. "Yeah." She said softly, biting her bottom lip, only aiding her sex-kitten porn star looks. Harry smiled and pulled out a ring of keys. "Let's go to my office" he said. Harry had been put in charge of a new project at the department recently, and as such had been given a small office to work from. She smiled and followed him out of the locker room and down the hall. As they walked, calmly, trying not to give anything away, one of Veronica's buttons burst off the chest area of her uniform. She gasped and placed her arms around her chest to hide her now exposed cleavage. Were her breasts getting larger? It seemed so, but that wasn't possible was it? Questions swirled in her mind as Harry unlocked his office door. They went in, and Harry, with a wide smile on his face, locked the door, thanking his lucky stars they hadn't installed the camera yet. As soon as the door was closed, Veronica's clothes were off. She slid out of them and giggled as she lied on his desk. "Oh, Mr. Police Man, what ever are you going to do to me?" she giggled. "Oh, Ma'am, I intend to interrogate you till you pass out" he laughed as he stripped down and got on top of her. Soon he was thrusting into her wet sex, which was dripping with anticipation. He pushed with reckless abandon, and soon, Veronica had her hands on his back, pushing him towards her, helping him go in and out. After several moments, the man climaxed and Veronica did her best not to scream, instead moaning as loud as she could, and as she did, her slightly red nose inflated instantly into a large red clown nose. It hissed as it grew, and with a loud pop, it was officially part of her face. She was in such ecstasy that she didn't notice it. Harry didn't either as he got up and turned around to get dressed again. She bit her lower lip, and let out a giggle as Harry got up and slid his pants back on. "Your butt looks good naked!" she laughed. "Haha, Now that was fun…see I told you I was the…" he said turning around. He stopped when he saw her nose. "What the hell is that?!" he said pointing at her nose. She looked down and gasped. "I…I don't know where that came from" she said trying to take it off. He stared at her. "Wait, is this some sick shit you get off on, dressing like a clown while guys fuck you? What a fucking nut." He huffed as he pulled his pants up quickly. "Looks like I should have just said no. What the fuck, Ronnie? What the fuck?" he said. She stood up and started trying to get dressed. "I swear I don't know what that is." She said as she tried to button her shit on, only to have the top button fly off and smack Harry in the face" "Oh, I am so sorry" she said, getting closer to him. He backed away. "Stay away! If you tell anyone about this, I'll…I'll…" he stammered as he watched her hair get bigger and change color right before his eyes. "I must be dreaming" he said as he turned and walked out of the office. "You think you're dreaming. What about me!" she said looking down at her new nose. She quickly turned and looked in a mirror, and saw her new look, and gasped. What the hell was happening to her, she wondered in her mind. She realized now she couldn't get her uniform hat on over her fro of hair if she wanted to, and the pink stripes in it had been joined by purple stripes as well. "Oh, god, look at me!" she screamed. "I am a freak!" Of course, that didn't stop her from craving more sex. In fact, she was hornier than ever, and she knew she was in very, very big trouble.  
  4. ACT IT OUT! by Whiterabbit (BE, MC, Bimbo)"You stole the disc from him? Wow, you really are a master-thief Sara…" Robert said to his wife Victoria. "Oh well, you know Stanley, you learn some techniques along the way to extract certain objects from people" Victoria replied. "Well, how did you do it then? That old bloke kept the disc closer than his wedding ring!" Robert said. "Do you want me to show you how I did it?" Victoria said, trying to be sensual. She and Robert approached each other slowly, and she wrapped her arms around him, but just before they started to kiss they both started to laugh uncontrollably. "God, Robert, this script is soooo lame…how did we ever end up here?!" Victoria said betwen laughs. "I'm so sorry honey, if I ever knew what kind of cheap screenplay they would want us to play out, I would have never signed us up…I'm sorry" He said, appologetically. It was Roberts idea to go to the new company,"Act it out!" which claimed to offer the opportunity to play out professionally written screenplays, while your performance would be professionally recorded, edited and processed, providing you with a nice dvd of your performance. Robert had thought it was a fun idea, giving that both he and Victoria loved movies. He chose the option of playing out a scene from a classic crime-thriller, a genre they both loved. But now that they were at the company, in the rehearsal room, playing through the script, he regretted his descision. The script was lame, not to mention a bit sleazy and cheap (after the aformentioned kiss, they script even suggested a sex-scene, though details were left out). "Aw, Robert, is alright. I know you meant well. The idea sounded great, but well…you never know how these type of things turn out". Victoria said as she comforted her loving husband. They were a happily married couple, who went through life with a laugh all the time. If they bumped into problems they just joked about it, such as know. "What do you wanna do Vic.? Pack it up, apologize and leave?" Rob asked. "No way! Come on honey! We'll just play along. It'll be hysterical, something to laugh about afterwards." Victoria said. "hehe, you're right Vic let's just see what happens" They hugged each other momentarily and then went on rehearing. In about half an hour they would be pickup up by two people who would coach them through the shooting. They were expecting 3 to 4 takes to film it and they would talk with Robert and Victoria through the shooting, though both Robert and Victoria doubted they could learn much from them, given the fact that Rob and Victoria were experts on everything about movies, but they would just play along they decided. After about half an hour two people entered the rehearsal-room. A man and a woman. The man looked like a buffed playboy, with an expensive shirt, halfway open to show some chesthair and rippling with muscles. The woman looked like a cheap version of a barbie-doll. Long blonde hair, big chest displayed in a too-tight pink halter, denim mini-skirt barely containing her substantial curves and very high pink heels. Both looked like they walked right out of a porn-shoot and Robert and Victoria began to doubt more and more if they were at the right company. "Hello..ehm..Robert and Victoria, I'm Steve" the man said as he looked on a sheet of paper. "You signed up to play out a classic crime-thriller scene right?","That's right" Victoria said with a smile. She shook his hand as well as the woman's,"Hi, I'm Lucy" the woman said with a giggle to Victoria. Robert also introduced himself and they all sat down. Robert wasn't that impressed with the two hosts. Steve looked like a dumb jock kind of guy, and Lucy looked so fake and slutty, he would never fall for her. He loved the natural look, like Victoria, thin, but very feminine build. Beautiful small breasts, athletic figure, and a pure and sweet face, never covered in make-up and framed by lovely soft brown hair. He knew Victoria felt the same, as she often had expressed her disinterest in those arrogant, populair guys with no brains and all muscles. That's why she had chosen Robert, a small art-type character, with more style than their two hosts combined. "Well, you've played through the script a couple of times now…how do you like it?" Steve asked. "Oh it's fun!" Robert said,"nice and simple. Should be fun to play out". Steve made some notes on his notepad and looked at Robert with a bit of a dissaproving look. He's probably the writer of the script, and was expecting something more of a compliment Robert thought with a smirk. "Well, we'll both take you to a make-up room to prepare you for the shoot and give you some final advice. It should all go well if you two know the dialogs." Steve said, while he was ogling Victoria's body even though she concealed it well enough with her stylish black & red suit. "Don't worry, we know it" Victoria said, a bit defensively. She didn't like this guy one bit, and anyway, how could she forget those silly lines of dialog?? Even a child could remember them! "Okay, well, Victoria, if you'll follow me? My assistent Lucy here will escort Robert to his make-up room." Steve said. Robert and Victoria looked at each other with questioning frowns. They could see from each other they didn't really like these two hosts, and would hope they weren't making a big mistake. They could have been out having a drink downtown about now, talking with their friends from the art-school about all sorts of interesting stuff…but o well, they would have a hilarious story to tell after this afternoon. "Let's hope it's an afternoon well spent" Robert thought as he got up and followed Lucy to the dressing room. <ROBERT's VIEW> Robert was led to a table in front of a mirror and sat down on the chair. Lucy began combing his hair. "Soooo Rob. Is this your first time?" She asked. "Ehr…you mean that I do this? Yeah, never anything like this before". "hihi, owww, you'll be just fine. You really look like a movie star you know" Robert felt a bit disgusted by this cheap tart coming on to him, but there was also something else he felt…she seemed different now that he was alone with her, or maby he felt different… "You got a beautiful wife Rob, you know that?","Yeah of course, that's why I married her" He said defensively. "It's just a shame you would have to cope with such a boyish figure" Lucy said as she pressed her own bosom softly into the back of Robert's head. Robert turned around upset,"I'm sorry, but would you please not do that? And stop insulting my wife, I love how she looks!". "Ow…giggle…I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to offend you, it's just that…well…a guy like you…don't you long for some real curves?". Robert wanted to object, but he felt a bit light headed from Lucy's talk. "Well…nooo…no I don't…" He said weakly, occasionally staring into the cleavage of Lucy, and then quickly looking up into her eyes. Beautiful eyes, he had to admit, deep light blue…. "I don't know Robert, you don't sound that convincing. Maby you just never had a good comparison." She said. Then she lightly cupped one of her breasts with one perfectly manicured hand. "Didn't you wish your girlfriend would pack these kind of babies?" She said. Robert finally grabbed himself together. "No! No. I'm sorry but no. I like natural, pure woman, like my Victoria. Not girls like…like you…" he said angry. "You mean, voluptuous? Curvy? Sensual and sexy?" Lucy replied. "No I mean Fake and Slutty!" He said a bit to harshly. Lucy pouted from his remark as Robert turned back to the mirror. She slowly started to comb his hair again. "You didn't have to be so mean you know!" she said,"and by the way, I'm proud of my figure, even though I wasn't born with it" she prostested. "You're acting like your girlfriend,","WIFE",Robert intervened,"okay, wife, is like, all, perfect and stuff. But she's not perfect". "She is to me" He said, a bit tiredly. Robert was feeling more and more like he wanted to get out of here en though Lucy's combing of his hair felt better by the minute. He briefly thought as if his hair felt longer than his short cut should feel, but after he looked in the mirror he saw that his coup wasn't that short anymore. Without him noticing it had grown considerably. Must get a haircut soon… he reminded himself. "For starters, she may look like she's smart. But I can see that it's just an act." Lucy said. Robert had almost lost the conversation but remembered it again. Lucy was bringing down his own wife. He sighed of frustration again, not having the energy to start another argument. "Ok, sure….you're right" Robert said tiredly. "Yes I am Rob. She always wants to look smart and stuff, but that's just because she feels insecure about her limited intellect.". "Hmm, yeah sure…" Robert mumbled, feeling a bit sleepy. He didn't even bother to react as Lucy again pressed her bosom into the back of his head. "You know this don't you? It makes it hard for you sometimes to respect her" Lucy said, a bit devilish. "Huh…noooh, I don't respect…I mean, I do respect her!" Robert said. "But Rob, just take the screenplay for example. You didn't much like it, right?", That's true he thought. "Because it was dumb, simple and a bit sleazy right?", Right. "But your wife did like it.","really?!" Robert asked surprised. "Oh yes, I could totally see it in her eyes. She loooved it." Lucy said. "I find that hard to believe. I saw the look in her eyes, she laughed about it!". "out of insecurity, dear Rob. Trust me, silently she loved it, and she's afraid you will think less of her because of it." "Nonsense, I would never think less of her". Robert said strongly. "Even though she loves sleazy, dumb, cheap movies." Lucy said, as she stared at Robert with her piercing eyes. Robert got lost in her gaze. "Well…..That is kinda dumb I agree…but.","No but Rob. Just admit that sometimes you have trouble taking your wife seriously". "maby….maby your right" Rob said. He did feel a bit of pity for his wife. Though she always had been his equal on intellectual level, Rob slowly began to believe she always acted like that, which sometimes made her look a bit rediculous. Slowly an images grew in Robert's brain of him and Victoria talking about a new David Lynch movie with some friends. Victoria looked lost in the conversation from the beginning, and Robert remembered how she made one stupid remark about the film after the other… "She can be a bit lost on my intellectual level, that's true lucy" He finally said. He hadn't noticed that she was rubbing his shoulders now, nor that his simple sweater now looked like a nice shirt, he didn't mind both. "But that's what you like in woman right? Rob?". No, I like intelligent, independent woman Robert thought. "Why else would you marry her?" Lucy said. She's got a point there…he thought. "Yeah, maby you're right."….Robert slowly began to think that the reason he loved Victoria was that she was a bit dumb, a bit dependent. It always made him feel important and well..powerful, in a sense. Suddenly Lucy jumped up happily. "Welll, we're done here Robert! I hope you had some help from my peptalk. You'll do great out there! And you look yummy! Hihi" she said with a giggle. Strangely Robert didn't feel as offended as before. He felt it more as a compliment. So Robert left the make-up room with a smile on his face. He had been wrong about Lucy, she wasn't as bad as he'd thought. Not really his type maby, but she was friendly enough. He walked on the set. The set consisted of a luxurious living room. He had to sit on a big couch, waiting for his partner-in-crime Sara to come through the door. He hadn't seen Victoria yet and was curious as to how she was doing. He hoped she was alright, somehow he had less confidence in how she would be doing if he wasn't around, his sweet little Viccy… <VICTORIA'S VIEW> Victoria stood in front of a large mirror-covered wall. She began to get a bad feeling about this. Why was she in a room with Steve and not his female assistant? And why were there all those clothes hanging along the wall? She would only get some make-up and tips right? She didn't really want to change clothes while Steve was in her vicinity…. "Relax Victoria…I can see you're feeling uncomfortable" Steve said behind her. He leaned against the opposite wall, a bit too casual for Victoria's taste. "Well, I'm not really prepared for this", she replied. "I understand, but I only want to have you look good enough for the shoot." He answered as he closed in on her. Victoria could see the sleaz approaching her through the mirror and she became even more uncomfortable. "Relax Victoria…it's okay…it's all normal" Steve soothingly said. Victoria started to look in his eyes and felt herself ease up. "That's right, it's not weird for you to change in front of other man, right?" "Well, it is, kinda…really.." she hesitantly said as she stood in her pants-suit. "Well, it's not, I'm telling you. You're here as an actress right?","yeah well, sorta, for one time" she answered. "Yeah well, if we wanna get this right, you have to behave as a real actress, you can see that right?" Victoria could see that, yeah. She should give 100%, she always did in this kind of situations. "You're right". "So, Victoria. Today you're a real actress. With everything that comes with it.","ehrm…okay….if you say" Victoria felt surprisingly gullible and weak. She felt like she could better just go with the flow… "So you don't mind it that you're now standing in your underwear in front of me right?" He asked. Victoria looked up…huh? am I undressed?! "Wait a minute…" She started to say before she looked in the mirror. She was standing in front of the mirror in her undies. She looked around and saw her suit hanging in a corner. Had she really undressed? Well, it looked like it…She just didn't remember that she had put on such frilly underwear this morning. Do I even own a thong? She asked herself. She wasn't really someone to dress up or pay much attention to her looks. "I…I…don't understand" She said to Steve. "What? How you look? Well it's your own look babe. I didn't let you put it on right? Maby you put it on today to feel more like a real actress" He reasoned. Victoria suddenly remembered. Yeah, I did. I wanted to feel a bit more glamourous for a change she remembered. "because you simply love the script you're about to play out don't you?" Steve said. "Well, Steve, to be honest, it isn't…" but Steve interrupted her and kept staring her in the eyes. "it isn't like anything you've read in a while, that's what you wanted to say right?" Well, that's one way to put it Victoria thought. "So that's a compliment right, Victoria?","Well…if you put it like that…" she hesitantly said. "Great, I knew you loved it. It's right up your alley right? Not too complicated, a bit cheap and sleazy…right?" He curiously said. Could he read her mind? Victoria thought, how did he know her thoughts on that? "Well, it is a bit dumb and sleazy yeah. But to be honest, that's why I don't like it that much". She said in defense. "Can't fool me pretty lady." Steve retorted,"You love it CAUSE it's a bit dumb and sleazy, just like you!","No, I'm not….","I can see it…trust me, I see those things.","But I normally love intell…","You normally Love not to think too much right? There are two kinds of woman Victoria; Thinkers and do'ers, you're more of a do'er, so naturally you're not much of a thinker…". Victoria let Steve's ideas slip into her brain, and slowly she began to understand him. She could remember now how Robert always was the more intelligent of the two, she just kinda tagged along. "soooo, what do you wanna wear to look like Sara the Master thief?" Steve asked. Victoria gave a sexy smile back at him…. TAKE 1 Robert sat in his couch, relaxing a bit. Lucy was standing behind one of the camera men, looking at the set, making notes. He also saw Steve joining her, but Victoria was nowhere to be seen. Steve talked to Robert. "Rob your wife is prepared and ready, she's behind the door now to start the shoot. So..are you ready?". Robert found it a bit strange he couldn't see Victoria first, to talk things through. But he had to admit it made it much more interesting, as if he was meeting his bride all over again. "3…2…1…action!" Steve shouted behind the crew. Robert just sat there, looking bored as he should. Then he heard the door unlock and open. What entered shook him up just a bit. Victoria entered wearing a black miniskirt, a loose black blouse (of which the top 2 buttons were undone, which showed a bit of her red b-cup bra beneath it), black gloves and black high-heeled boots. Her light brown hair looked lighter than usual and her face looked so more…sexual, now that she had a complete make-up session done. Lucy saw Robert hesitate as he was seated, apparently a bit overwhelmed by the changes. So she decided to intervene. Robert felt a bit of a mist clearing in his head and looked again at his girlf— ehhr, wife, standing there. She looked HoT!! As usual he had to add. He always loved her sexy black outfit, it suited her. Sexy, yet not too slutty. He stood up and approached Victoria. He saw she pulled a small disc from one of her blouse pockets. "You stole the disc from him? Wow, you really are a master-thief Sara…" "Oh well, you know Stanley, you learn some techniques along the way to extract certain objects from people" Victoria replied quite a bit more sensually than she had done in the rehearsal room. She really was into character. Well, she loved this script, so she felt like a fish in the water. When she opened the door and saw her husband, she was momentarily taken off guard. Maby it was the light, but he looked sooo handsome sitting there. She couldn't remember him ever looking so buffed, or his shoulder length brown hair waving so nice when he walked. She felt herself getting a bit horny right there. "Well, how did you do it then? That old bloke kept the disc closer than his wedding ring!" Robert said to her. "Do you want me to show you how I did it?" Victoria said, feeling herself lowering her eyelids to feel more sexy. Robert put his arms around her and kissed for a moment. After a few seconds they broke off and looked at each other. Victoria then turned and looked at Steve. "Was that ok?" she asked. Steve looked a bit frustrated. "Guys it was good! But, please, don't stop till I say "CUT" okay?" Steve replied. "Oh sorry…I just…didn't know what we should do after the kiss…do you really want us to….you know…" She asked innocently. "Well, you're a real actress today right?" Steve staid. Victoria nodded enthousiastically. Robert noticed this and laughed a bit inwardly. She's so totally in this shoot, thinking it's soo good, while the script is sooo bad. O well, that's typically Vic…. "Well, as a real actress, you shouldn't have a problem with intimate scenes, right?" Steve said. "Well, no…." Victoria hesitated. Robert also looked a bit off. "Okay, look…why don't we prepare for another take. There were some things that didn't go as well as they could anyway, so let's just try again" Steve said. What could go wrong with those 4 lines of dialog?! Robert wondered. Victoria however felt guilty. She was never that great at remembering things, and she wondered if she forgot something…she could be a bit insecure about herself.. Finally, Robert left the set again, almost naturally following Lucy's lead, while Victoria left with Steve. The rest of the crew went on working, adjusting some lights etc. ROBERT's VIEW "Well, I thought you were great out there Robby" Lucy said to Robert, who was again sitting in front of the make-up mirror. "Yeah? Well thanks…though I don't know what could have gone bad" He said. "Well, you know…the lines were right, everything was okay, well except for the ending of course, but there was something missing…a bit of passion perhaps…" Lucy said, as she again began to comb Roberts hair. "Really? I thought it went great…" Rob said. "Well, that kiss for example…I thought I saw correctly that you didn't use tongues..","Well, no…course not. It was just a semi romantic kiss, right?!" Rob said. "But it had to lead to something…" Lucy replied. "Yeah, about that…look, I enjoy this whole circus, don't get me wrong…but I'm not sure me or my wife want to have a sex-scene here…that wasn't our intention". Steve said, looking at Lucy in the mirror. God that big blonde hair sure shines beautifully, and it complements her blue eyes so well….. "Look baby…I think the problem is…you don't lust enough for your girlfriend","Huh?!" Steve looked a bit shocked. "Yeah, I was right wasn't I? You long for more curved woman…more womanly woman" Lucy said with a smile. "I..err..no, I, well…you know, both have their strengths and weaknesses" He said. "Ok, well, for fun, name a weakness about Victoria's figure" Lucy said. "Well, she hasn't got real perky breasts….and her ass is a bit thin, you know…but I can't complain.." He said. "You just did. You wished she had bigger tits and ass right? So you could love the love-making more, right?" She said. "Well…I don't know, I try not to think like that." He said. Suddenly Lucy moved forward, again piling her chest into Roberts head. She looked intensely into his eyes. "You DO think like that!" Robert suddenly felt himself losing appreciation for his girlfriends figure. "You always wished she was better developed!" Robert felt himself longing for a curved woman, more and more. "You don't even care if it's fake or not! Matter of fact…fake is even better for you, right?!" Robert felt himself grow hard as he thought about those fake titties mashing into his head…god, he loved tits, especially the fake ones. "THAT's why you forced Victoria to get surgery!" Lucy finally said. Robert went silent…What was she saying?! He'd never force Victoria to do something like that…right? Still, there were memories. Memories of him manipulating his girlfriend, making her want to have surgery more and more. Finally he could visualize Victoria, as if she was standing right in front of him. She looked the same as always, her D-cup breasts pushing out her bra beneath her sexy black blouse. Robert felt himself getting hotter, thinking about how he had a girlfriend with fake boobies. "Robby?" Lucy asked. Robert woke up from his daydream and looked around. Lucy, sweet, sexy, Lucy, was still combing his hair, which already reached past his shoulders. He rubbed his unshaven chin and smiled. "Looks good baby!" Robert said. "I KNOW it looks good honey…" Lucy replied as she let her hands slide off of his hair, over his shoulders, onto his considerable pecs, covered by a tight shirt. Robert momentarily closed his eyes, getting lost in the sensation of Lucy massaging him, feeling her F-cup titties on his head. But he snapped out of it. "Errr, sorry, that's enough. Thanks Lusty…errr…Lucy…thanks…I think I know how to play the scene better now" He said, a bit clumsily. Lucy just withdrew with a smirk and stepped back. "Go gettin tiger" she said, but Robert tried to ignore her. Phew, that was a bit too hot for me, almost thought of cheating on my girl he thought. VICTORIA's VIEW "so, Victoria. What did you think?" Steve asked as Victoria sat down on a chair in the dressing room, checking her make-up in the mirror. "I thought it went okay…" she said, a bit insecure. "I remembered all my lines, right?" she asked, turning to Steve. "Yeah, that wasn't the problem honey" Victoria smiled, she even didn't really care Steve called her honey, she was used to guys sweet-talking to her, especially when she wore stuff like she was wearing now… "The problem was simply, I didn't see any passion". He stated. "But it's just an amataur shoot for us right? I mean, it doesn't have to be perfect?" She said. Steve walked up to her and began staring deep into her eyes. "Now come on Victoria…what did we decide a moment ago? Today you were going to be a real actress. So it DOES matter!". Victoria felt down. She couldn't take that much critique, especially from people smarter than her, like Steve here. He seemed to know so much about movies, she just struggled to tag along. "I'm sorry….really….I'll try harder". Steve sighed."Look, when I look at Robert I frankly didn't see that much chemistry between you two." Victoria looked up surprised. "Are you serious?! How can that be? We love each other". "Then why do I see him ogling my assistant Lucy everytime you look away?". Victoria was surprised."He does that?!" she felt anger building up. "Oh yeah, but don't get angry with him!","Why not?! That bastard should learn to appreciate what he's got before he loses it!" She said loudly. "no, no no, sorry, Victoria, but I believe YOU should appreciate what you've got before you lose it. After all, You're not the one ogling men now are you? Rob is your life." He stated. Victoria felt herself getting weaker. Steve was right, she would be nothing without Rob, she couldn't afford arguing with him, even if he checked out other woman. "So instead of hating him, why no DO something about the problem?" He said. "You're right…I should do something!" She said decisively. "In fact, haven't you already done a lot?" Steve began to stare even stronger in her eyes,"I mean, all that surgery you underwent, wasn't that your way of trying to get Robert interested again in you??" He said. Victoria's mind fell blank. "Wait a minute…I never…" she said. But Steve put his finger to his limps and motioned her to look in the mirror. Victoria felt shocked. She looked so fake suddenly!! That cute round nose, now looked perfectly flat and, well, like a standard beauty-nose. Her lips looked incredibly puffed, her skin shone as if she was 10 years younger…And her boobs…wow…her D-cups formed an incredible cleavage in her sexy black blouse. Also, her hair…hadn't it been light brown?? It now was most definately bleached. Victoria began to sniffle. "Oh my god…why did I do this…?? I look like a cheap slut, a freak…a fake bimbo!" she cried,"Robert will never want me like this!". "Now now, Victoria…relax…you're not making sense now. You did this to be more attractive to Robert right?","Yeah, that was the plan, but he doesn't like fake woman looking like this" She sobbed. "That's where you're wrong Victoria! He LOVES them. Trust me, I know it. Explain why else he would ogle Lucy?!" Steve said. Victoria began to think. Steve had a point there, maby this wasn't so bad. Maby Rob would really like her now, and not look away to that tramp Lucy… "And anyway, Victoria, next to Rob liking your look. You've got to admit it's also really your style. Don't you just love your look!" He said as an american tv-host. Victoria began to feel better, her tears dried up in an instant. She smiled, sexily. "Yeah, I Do love it! I look sooo hot, don't you think Stevie?" She said, suddenly feeling very sensual. "Oh yeah you do babe, you're HOT.". Victoria smiled,"thanks hun, I love compliments!". You not only love them, you NEED them, you Insecure Bitch! Steve thought. "Now how are you gonna do the second take?" He asked. "Welll, I'm gonna sizzle. I'm gonna sparkle! I'm gonna seduce my boy and I'll ride him!" she said. "That's my girl!" Steve enthousiastically said,"Just want to change one thing about your look baby!" TAKE 2 Rob sat on his couch on the set. He slowly smoked a cigarette (even though only an hour ago he would never have touched one) and felt great. He was happy with how his hours in the gym rewarded him. His muscles felt great beneath his shining shirt. Victoria was still not ready and he was feeling a bit of irritation about that. Stupid girl probably has trouble remembering even these couple of simple lines of dialog he thought. He never had much respect for Victoria in that department… After a while however, Steve said Victoria was ready and they would start the shoot. So Rob lighted another cigarette for the take and prepared for his chick. Not long after Steve called "action" and the crew started the shoot, the door indeed opened. And in came Victoria. Steve again was taken back by the sight he saw. He knew how his girl looked of course, but still, maby it was the make-up or something, but she never looked so d**n HOT before. Rob immediatly felt himself getting hard. Victoria stood in the doorway, leaning on one post with a sexy pose. She wore a similar mini-skirt as before, only he believed it was several cuts shorter and tighter than before. He could also see the red bands of her thong showing above the skirt. Her high heeled boots, which previously reached to her calves now came past her knees and had a shine on them that looked incredibly hot. Her fake boobs were pressed in a tight halter-top which showed parts of her lacy red bra along the edges. Rob also saw that Victoria also had a cigarette in her hands, kept between fingers that were tipped off by long red-painted finger nails. And her hair, damn! That white-blonde look sure suited her. Rob was in heaven. Just a minute ago he was doubting about why he had stayed with Victoria for so long, she could be so dumb sometimes. Now he remembered why he stuck up with that. She looked so fucking hot that every thought he had was overruled by an intense feeling of lust for this babe. Damn, he was lucky to have such a hot chick around! He stood up and approached Victoria. He saw she pulled a small disc from under the waistband of her skirt. "You stole the disc from him? Damn babe, you sure know how to steal stuff!" he said, improvising a little. Victoria giggled at that improvisation and fell out of character for a bit. Come on you dumbass, stay in character!! Rob thought. Victoria looked funny at Rob, then shook her head and continued. "Oh well, you know Stanley, you learn some techniques along the way to extract certain things from people -giggle-" she laughed at the double meaning of her sentence, feeling very sexy in the process. She slowly twirled a strand of hair as she thingyed her hip to one side and awaited Rob to say something. She took a puff of her cigarette and licked her painted lips slowly. She felt herself getting a bit wet. "Well, how did you do it then? That old bloke kept the disc closer than his wedding ring! You flashed him your titties or something?" Robert said to her. Victoria giggled again at that comment and looked innocently up at her man as she thrusted her chest out a bit more. "Do you want me to show you how I did it?" she said as she pushed her fake titties into Robs chest. Robert put his arms around her and kissed her hard. They exchanged tongues and really got into it. The two slowly walked towards a nearby bed, which Rob had failed to notice at the earlier take, and fell down on it. A slow scene of undressing started as Victoria pulled off Rob's shirt and began caressing his muscles and pecs. Rob in turn dismissed his girl's top and bra and began to lick her pointy nipples. They turned and rolled a bit on the bed and finally Victoria pushed Rob down and climbed on top of him. She still had her skirt and panties on as she began to fake-ride Rob, as she had seen in all those softcore adultfilms she constantly watched. She was really getting into it and saw the same look in Rob's face, but suddenly she heard Steve shout "Ok, CUT! Stop here please…". They both looked up at Steve in wonder, what had gone wrong?! Rob pushed Victoria off of him in a not-so-gentle way, which Victoria apparently didn't mind much, and sat up. "What went wrong? I thought we were doing great!" He said. "Yeah well, you weren't. Come on! What kind of sex scene was that!" Steve said sternly. "How can you have sex without even undressing!". "But, but…I mean…we don't really have to…you know….penetrate and stuff in front of you guys?!" Victoria clumsily stated. Rob silenced her and took over,"What she's trying to say is that we didn't think this was some kind of porn shoot". When Rob said that term, he noticed in his mind the idea of porn didn't sound half has bad as he had thought. "Ok, you know…let's just take a break one more time and we'll try to work it out. I think we have to explain some more of what we want from you two, and hopefully get you two to get it right!" Steve said. "Lucy!" He called, and the blonde slut appeared from behind the crew. "Lucy, my dear, would you be so kind to escort Rob one more time?" he asked. "Sure honey. Here stud, follow me" She said as she motioned Rob to follow her. Rob meekly complied, not even bothering to put back on his shirt. He tried to impress Lucy with his muscles when he approached her. As they walked away he tried planting his hand on her silk-covered ass, which Lucy allowed. Victoria watched it all as she sat on the bed. She felt jealousy again creeping into her. Just a moment, she and her man were pleasantly making out, and now that bimbo slut was taking her man away again. What did she do wrong?! Steve saw Victoria and approached her. "Viccy, you don't mind if I call you that right?" He said to her. Victoria felt a click in her mind and remembered her name differently suddenly."Of course not, it's how everyone calls me" she said with a smile, hoping that this stud would not leave her behind. "Great, you know Viccy, I see what your problem is. You're too hung up on your man, like you love him or something." He said. "Well sure I love him!" she said in wonderment. "Ok ok, hush. Let's go to the dressing room again, I'll help you." He said. Viccy complied meekly and followed the strong man. When he padded her ass she didn't mind and actually felt pride swelling in her. At least he knows how great my ass is she proudly thought as she entered the dressing room again… Rob's view Rob sat on his chair in front of the mirror again. He could see his tanned & muscled body shine under the lights. He smiled inwardly. He really loved how he looked, especially with his long hair. He always worked hard on his body to keep it in shape. It made him confident, confident that he could seduce any woman he had interest in. Like Viccy, the girl he now dated. He really liked her, well, especially the sex with her, he thought with a smirk. But he could not say he was never tempted to look elsewhere for pleasure. Up until now he had stayed faithful to his girl, but the way this hot babe, Lucy, was massaging his shoulders now really got him hard and made him doubt his commitment. "Rob, honey, my task is to ease you up a bit for the shoot. Can you tell me what went wrong on the previous one?" Lucy inquired as she slowly rubbed his shoulders, ocassionally caressing his hair. "Well, you didn't like how Viccy and I did the love-scene at the end." He said. "True Rob, but the problem wasn't even how you played out a love-scene. For a love-scene it was fine. But we don't want a love-scene." She said. "How do you mean?" Rob asked. "Well, we here at Act it Out! Would rather call it a *fucking* scene." She said, emphasizing the word fucking as one of her hands slid down his chest. "Seriously?!" Rod said as he turned around towards Lucy. "But, come on, this isn't a porn shoot right?" Lucy remained silent as she looked at him with lust. "Right?!" He asked more demanding. "Rob…do you Love your girlfriend?" She asked. Rob had long since forgotten his girlfriend had actually been his longloved wife. Right now he couldn't comprehend how anyone his age could think about that type of longterm commitment. "Sure I love her…come on, she's my baby." He said nonchalantly. "Oh really…you do, don't you?" Lucy said mockingly. "Well…yeah! she may not be overly bright or anything you know. But she's fun, vibrant, and wild, I love her!" He said. "You know what I think baby?" Lucy said as she closed in on his face. "I think you love things about her, not really love Her.". Rob didn't understand "Well, for instance, you love her boobs right? Those deliciously fake titties she's got?" she said as she rubbed one of her own tits. Rob thought about Viccy's sillicon titties and smiled, yeah he did love them. "And you do love that big round ass of hers right?" she asked, to which Rob complied. "And her blonde hair, her collagen lips, her wet pussy, you love those things". Rob agreed. "But Rob, don't you see that's a different kind of love than what you're thinking of?" she said. Rob just stared at her, feeling a bit of doubt creeping up about his feelings for Viccy. "As a matter of fact, I would call it Lust sooner than Love, don't you agree? You LUST Viccy, you lust for her body, for the fucking with her" she said as she approached Rob even more, now almost at kissing distance with her face. Rob felt dizzy. Did he really not love Viccy. The word did sound off…didn't fit him, Rob, the ladies man, the sex stud. He felt himself smile. Of course he didn't really love Viccy, he just wanted to fuck her, as he wanted to fuck every hot chick around. He didn't care for their opinions or thoughts, he just wanted some pussy. He began to feel a sort of evil desire creeping over him. "So you're right you little slut, I want to fuck my Vic. But that doesn't mean I only want to fuck Viccy." He said in a sleazy tone, not noticing the tattoo's appearing over his back. Lucy just smiled as Rob stood up and lifted her up against the wall… meanwhile at Viccy "So Viccy, you understand now?" Steve asked. Viccy stood in front of the big mirror, admiring her body, clad in only her black lacy thong. "Yeah I do baby, like- thanks!. I really thought I loved that stud, but know I know I was wrong. I just love Cock-giggle.". She said as she flipped a strand of hair behind her ear, exposing the big silver earhoop. "Yeah, well, indeed. You are a little slut, aren't you?" He said, standing behind her. She turned around on her six inch platform heels with a semi-druk swirl,"don't say that bad boy! I'm no slut! I'll never f**k anyone but my boy! And I will NOT fuck in front of the camera" she stated, emphasizing her opinion by pinching Steve with the long fake nail on her index-finger with every word she uttered, though she did smile like a naughty girl at him during her speech. "hehe, ok, slow down girl, I'm sorry." He said in mock-apology. "just…I want to ask you Why you don't want to do porn?" he asked very sincerely. Viccy stood for a moment and thought, then she thingyed her hip and said,"I just don't feel comfortable showing my pussy in front of lot's of people" she said as she turned back to the mirror, crossing her arms under her d-cup titties. "I think I know why you don't. You don't shave down there do you?" He asked. Viccy looked up at him through the mirror, a bit shocked. "I…I…no…I don't…but that's like-none of your business" she said hesitantly. "Come on babe, why are you so insecure about it? I've worked for a long time in this business and I know that a bald pussy gets girls to feel soo much more free in nude-scenes. It really helps you know, professionally speaking even!" He said. Viccy began to worry, should she have shaven before? She never thought about it, never really let it bother her, but know she somehow thought that she WAS ashamed of her hairy pussy, and she wished she was bald down there. "Maby….you're right Steve…but, you know, I like- wouldn't know where to shave it at this moment…giggle" she said, already feeling more playful then just before. "Come on girl, look around you." Viccy looked and saw a luxurious sink in the corner and some tools next to it, she also saw Steve. "Wait, you mean, You want to…help me shave…?" she asked. "Sure why not?" Steve said. "Well…I dunno…I don't feel comfortable.." Steve interrupted her. "Come on! Shut up about that feeling of comfort. Why don't you feel comfortable. As a matter of fact.." he said as he walked up to her and stared her right in the eyes,"you DO feel comfortable, around me. Come on, you feel comfortable being nude around Anyone!" he said, getting a bit frustrated with Viccy. Viccy felt herself ease up and just giggled afterwards. Within moments she sat down on a large chair, pulled off her panties and spread her legs. It didn't register with her one moment that she could easily have shaved herself without Steve's help. But…well…girls like her needed guys to help after all, she thought lazily. She didn't even felt shocked when, after she was completely bald down there, she felt Steve's tongue beginning to lick her. The feeling was to good and she just sighed and tilted her head back… meanwhile at Rob "come on you Slut, Take it!" Rob shouted. He had Lucy pushed up against a mirrored wall and was pounding furiously into her with his large cock. He saw the slut's clothes in disarray, exposing her perfectly fake F-cup titties to him. He also saw his own face, full of lust looking back at him in the mirror. God, how he loved to fuck these horny bitches. At these times he didn't even realize he had a girl to fuck permanently, but, o well, he didn't really care about that now. He only cared about shooting his cum soon. Lucy was in extacy, she was overwhelmed by the pleasures Rob gave her. She had changed him well, gradually, and now he was a perfect fkmachine. Too perfect maby, she felt herself beginning to lose control, feeling overcome by lust and almost passing out. "God…stop…I…need you to stop…I can't take it anymore….it feeeells tooo gooodd!" She screamed. Rob just shoved his hand over her mouth. "shut up slut, I'm fking you now, just enjoy the right!". Lucy felt dizzy and began to feel control slip away. Just then Rob came and he felt himself shoot his cum up this chick. He also felt himself grow even bigger. "What the fuck?!" he said as he looked at Lucy. He saw her tits grow before him, growing even more spectacularly fake and beautiful. Nipple rings began to appear on them. He saw she was bearly conscience as her lashes grew longer and darker. Her make-up became even more extreme than it had been and he saw piercings appear in her nose and tongue. He pushed her off of his rod as he inspected it. He had grown several inches and was now immensely big down below. "What did you do you bitch?!" He shouted at her. She just lay on the ground, as lacy gloves began to appear over her hands, keeping her fingers free. "Talk to me!!" he shouted at her, shaking her shoulders. Finally she opened her eyes and smiled. "mmmm, I feeeel gooood boy…damn! you fucked me BIG TIME baby. I never felt like this before" she said like a real slut. she felt more dirty than she had ever felt."How did you change us!" He kept shouting. Lucy simply smiled,"sorry boy…just…wait a minute till I get things right again" she said. Gradually Rob felt himself calm down, he stared back at the mirror, thinking he saw something different, but he just saw his usual self, his usual babe-magnet self, with his monster-cock in semi-erect status. Immediatly he smirked. "Come on stud…everythings is okay…we still got 15 minutes till the next take." She said as she stood up and straightenend her silk bra, barely containing her G-cups. Rob just smiled at her. God, he loved this bitch. Coming here to do this porn shoot with his girl was the best thing he had done this week. meanwhile at Viccy "Oh, you big monster! Keep…Fucking…ME!! NEVER…EVER STOP!" Viccy shouted at Steve. The licking of before had evolved into a pure and simple fuck fest. Steve was furiously pumping into Viccy as she was pushed into the seat with big force. Viccy loved every minute of it. She couldn't fanthom she'd ever have the strength to be faithful with Rob, not with guys like Steve around. And, well, she knew Rob was busy screwing that slut Lucy right now, it always ended that way with them… After Steve came he sighed and looked up at her. "ow…ehhh..shit…" he said. "damn, I think I may have overdone it…I got so lost in the sex" he said. "what do you mean Stevie-baby?" Viccy said as she rubbed his hair, him hanging in her lap. "nothing babe, it's okay." He said and stood up. Viccy smiled at him, winked and then stood up also. She walked towards the mirror, looking at herself. She gleed with joy at seeing herself everytime. Her F-cup jugs, spilling over that too-small lacy pink bra she always loved to wear attracted the most attention, but the rest of her porn-star figure really defined logic and explanation as well. She could easily she why she'd been so succesful as a porn star all those years, she thought. she was the Ultimate porn-slut! "Say, baby, shouldn't I get ready for the shot. I really can't wait to let my boy fuck me in the same hole you shot your load in!" she said with an evil grin. Steve smiled, lifted his shoulders a bit and started to work on the rest of Viccy's outfit, wanting to wrap this shoot up as quick as he could, he was enjoying it all too much…  
  5. Anyone willing to invest in a potion that turns SJW's into bimbo's? their mind is not a problem only their appearance
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