Stacy Rathers was upset. The day had gone from weird, to weirder to plain fucked-up and nobody seemed to care. It wasn’t as if people hadn’t noticed the changes in Becca. They had obviously noticed, otherwise the level of gossip bouncing around the school halls wouldn’t be exponentially amplified. It just seemed that no one found it troublesome. No one seemed concerned or worried that Becca had changed from flat-chested bitch to voluptuous slut overnight.
That’s not what Stacy was down about though. In fact she was actually happy for Becca. The brunette always had low self esteem and seemed to compensate for it by either seducing guys or being a bitch. Now it seemed that she was happier and her personality had done a 180. She was so confident and flirtatious during lunch that you could hardly get her to shut up.
But, of course, every rose has a thorn, and with Becky’s transformation Stacy had lost a lot of her following. The quantity of eyes that followed her every step was definitely lacking. She found that she almost needed to try to gain the attention that she used to take for granted. It was the attention that she craved.
Luckily, Stacy was sure that the rest of the day was going to be better. Megan had promised her that they’d hang out after school and talk things through. Megan always had a way to boost Stacy’s spirits and usually had a pretty clear sense of how to work through problems.
The blonde looked at her watch in a mixture of anticipation and concern. Megan was late, and that was unusual. Maybe she had a meeting that she forgot about or maybe she needed to talk about a grade with one of her teachers. In any case, she’d have to come back here before she left, since Stacy was waiting for her at her locker. But school had been out for over twenty minutes. Might as well send her a text, Where are you?
“Hey Stacy!” said a perky voice behind her. Stacy recognized it as Megan’s and turned around only to be shocked by what she saw. The slightly pudgy Megan that she had been talking to just this morning had been replaced by a slender, big titted platinum blonde. Her previously fitted and modest t-shirt was now so tight that it revealed a slim midriff.
“Oh my god!” shouted Stacy as she eyed up her friend, “What happened?”
“Like, what do you mean?” asked a puzzled Megan, “Oh! Because I’m, like, so late! I’m sorry, Mr. Harrison asked me to, like, stay behind for some extra curric – curricle…” the girl paused and furrowed her brow as she grasped so hard for the word that escaped her simple mind, “So he could fuck me! It was so amazing. He said I’ll never have to work hard in gym again!” She reached for the lock on her locker, and a confused expression crossed her face, “How do I, like, open this thingy?”
Stacy was speechless, her mouth hung open in awe. The world was on a plane ride to insanity and Megan was in first class. “Forget about that! What happened to your body?”
“What do you mean?” she was still staring helplessly at her lock.
“Your boobs are huge!”
This was certainly true, although they still weren’t as large as Stacy’s. Megan dropped her lock and looked down at her endowments, “I know! Aren’t they amazing?” She displayed them with her hands, “But I, like, don’t know what you’re talking about. They’ve always been, like, like this.” She started kneading her melons and closed her eyes in pleasure.
Stacy shook her head, “No hun, they haven’t. Something’s going on, come on let’s get out of here!” She grabbed Megan’s hand and started dragging her towards the exit.
“Hey Stacy! Who’s the babe?” Stacy turned around and saw the buxom Becky in the hallway. The brunette’s face changed from confusion to appreciation as soon as she saw the face of the girl accompanying Stacy, “Megan? Way to go girl!” Becky walked towards them, drinking in the sight of the two gorgeous women in front of her, she felt her pussy twinge. Damn she actually was attracted to women. “How did that happen? You look hot, girl!”
Megan giggled, “Thanks Becky! You too!”
“Although, your new body needs a new wardrobe. Some boys are taking me shopping right now, you should come! I’m sure they’d be willing to buy you stuff too!” She checked out Megan’s body again and added in an almost primal growl, “Especially with those amazing tits.”
“Umm… Okay! Is that alright Stacy?” Stacy was dumbstruck and she didn’t know what to say.
“Sorry Stacy, the guys wouldn’t want you to come along. They see you as too much of an ice queen,” Becky grabbed Megan’s hand and started to run away. Stacy was completely taken aback. She could only watch dumbfounded as two of her best friends walked away. At least they used to be her best friends, but today it seemed more like they were pod people than anything. What the hell was going on here?
Malcolm arrived at home and reflected back on the day. In less than twenty four hours, he had created two sexy and sex-hungry women that were ravaging every man in his high school. He had begun corroding Stacy’s support structure and taken her off her pedestal and he had one of her best friends believing every word he said. Lastly he had lost his virginity, first in Megan Cross’s enthusiastic mouth, and then in her wonderfully wet cunt. It had been a great day, all thanks to his new favourite computer program. In fact, it was the one that he was currently starting up.
He had more plans to change things around since there were still two untouched members of the clique and Becky hadn’t yet finished her transformation. He thought twenty changes wouldn’t take long to happen, but now she seemed happy with her body. Hell she seemed happy in general.
“With her suggestibility, there’s no point in changing Becky with Master PC. I could just convince her to inflate and deflate her tits a few times and it’d be done,” thought the boy as he pulled up Alison’s profile, “No, I want some pussy at my beck and call.” Malcolm looked at her profile and recalled how she was the nicest of the bunch, “I don’t really want to harm her so I’ll leave her personality fairly stable.”
He created a copy of her profile and saved it as Alison_Alt and proceeded to change her physical attributes. Since there were already three super curvy women walking around the school, he decided to make Alison’s features more subtle. He increased her breasts to a size that were noticeable but not overly distracting, and kept her body fairly slim but toned. Since she was only 5′5 he added an inch onto her legs and firmed her calf, thigh and butt muscles.
“Damn, pair those legs with a pair of 4 inch spikes and she’d cause heart attacks,” thought the boy. He finished off by focusing on her face, making her features more symmetric, thickening and lengthening her eye lashes and plumping her lips. Her black hair was already gorgeous and contrasted her blue eyes and alabaster skin perfectly.
Next he opened the command line and typed:
Subject will be more attracted to Malcolm Hart than she has ever been or will ever be towards anyone else. She will be completely obedient to Malcolm and will obey his every command. She will develop a sexual need for Malcolm, she will do whatever it takes to please him and she will trust him unconditionally. Subject will understand that the feelings are not natural, but she will not know why and she will not care. Subject’s erogenous zones, including pussy, ass and tits, will become exponentially more sensitive and whenever Subject tastes cum she will experience a mind-numbing orgasm. Subject will think of herself as nothing but Malcolm’s slut, and will get a thrill anytime someone refers to her as such.
Malcolm was pleased with his creation. He decided that her transition to this new profile would be a lot like Megan’s and not nearly as slow as Becky’s. He clicked save and switched back into her normal file, again he clicked on the command line:
Subject will take whatever form of transit available and will travel to 121 Prior Road. On the way, subject will become very horny and begin to crave the feeling of cock in one of her ass, mouth or pussy the choice of which will be left up to random chance. She will ring the doorbell at her destination and will do whatever it takes to satisfy the craving. Upon entering Malcolm’s bedroom, subject will transform into Alison_Alt over a period of five minutes. She will notice the changes but will not be bothered by them.
Malcolm hit send and brought up Taylor’s profile to work on while he waited.
Meanwhile, at Southwood Mall...
Alison McCreedy was helping an overweight woman with a pair of heels that she obviously wasn’t going to fit into.
“I still think these are too narrow for your foot.” She sighed, remembering with frustration that ‘the customer is always right’.
The woman looked up at her with rage-filled eyes, “Are you calling my feet fat?!?”
“No, I uh...” Alison was caught off guard by the accusation but luckily her manager was nearby, or rather unluckily. You see at Fancy Footwear, the customer IS always right and the management had no backbone to defend their staff.
“I am so sorry madam,” intervened Alison’s manager Shawna, “We do our best to ensure quality service.” She shot a glare through her glasses at the raven-haired girl, “But the occasional bad apple does make it through.”
Now Alison was fuming, she hadn’t done anything wrong, unless you consider telling some fat old bitch that the shoes would be excruciatingly painful by the end of a day wearing them, as a fault. She stormed off to the backroom so she could cool herself down and she took a swig of her energy drink.
She felt like leaving but it wasn’t just because of the awful customer. It almost felt like she needed to be somewhere else but she shrugged it off, blaming it as a reaction to her anger. As of late she was considering more and more to quit her dead end job. Since her parents were filthy rich, she didn’t really need it but the pay was good and the discounts were stellar. They helped her maintain her place in the incredibly materialistic group she called her friends.
She felt an urge to suck on a lollipop and grabbed one from the bin they kept in the back for when people brought their kids into the store. Alison started reminiscing about the strange events that had occurred with Becky that day, when an address crossed her mind. For whatever reason, she wanted to go to 121 Prior Road. No, not wanted, she needed to go.
“But I can’t just up and leave work,” she told herself, “They’d fire me for sure.” She fought back the growing desire and walked back onto the sales floor.
“Ah Alison,” said Shawna when she saw the raven haired girl step out of the backroom, “Need I remind you of our motto here at Fancy Footwear?”
Alison rolled her eyes. She didn’t need to hear the motto again. It had been forcefully engrained into her head over the past two years. She recited it in her head, “The customer is always 121 Prior Road.” Wait that wasn’t it, “The Prior Road is always 121.” No, that’s not right either, “What is with 121 Prior Road? Ooo...” Just the thought of the address excited her. “I need to go to 121 Prior Road… oh fuck,” chills rushed through her body, “But I can’t leave work. Shit, work!” Alison realized that she had dazed out while talking to Shawna. Luckily her manager had failed to notice the vacant expression on her face.
“...and when I have a customer complain to me about an associate being disrespectful...”
“121 Prior Road,” thought Alison again, “Ah, fuck it I quit!” The last bit she had said out loud and directly to her manager’s face. She saw that Shawna was dumbfounded and smiled, “Good luck closing the store by yourself tonight!” Alison stormed out of the store and never looked back.
She reached her car and left the parking lot. She brought her hand up to her mouth and bit her knuckle in a strange combination anxiety and anticipation. Alison knew that she’d have to find a new job and soon, but that thought was overshadowed by 121 Prior Road.
Another bout of excitement shot through her body and she could feel her pussy dampen. Without even thinking about it, her bit knuckle turned into a full thumb inside her mouth. Her tongue was working around it as if it were a delicious popsicle, or a juicy cock. That thought sent another spike of pleasure through her body.
However her rational mind finally took control, “Why am I getting so turned on?” she asked herself as she pulled her thumb from her mouth with an audible pop. “And how do I know how to get to 121 Prior Road?” Before she knew her mistake, her body was rushed with pleasure and her mind was filled with lust yet again. She started to lick her lips as her brain guided her to her destination like a GPS.
It seemed like forever but she was finally there. Her breathing grew heavy as she read the numbers on the house: 121. Alison didn’t know what to expect as she left her car and approached the house. But whatever it was, it had to be good and it had to be tasty.
Back inside the house...
Malcolm was just finishing with Taylor’s profile when he looked at the clock. It had been forty minutes since he sent the command to Alison, so she should be at his house any minute. Thankfully his dad stayed late at work on Tuesdays, so there was no chance of him opening the door to a lustful and cock-crazed Alison. Not that he’d find it unusual, considering that no adults were supposed to, but Malcolm was more worried that Alison might jump his dad on the front porch.
The doorbell rang and Malcolm smiled. “Let the games begin,” he said to himself. He ran downstairs and sent a mental command to his cock so it grew hard. There was now an obvious bulge in his pants and he opened the door, “Hey Alison!”
The horny girl snapped out of her daze and was surprised about who was in front of her. “Malcolm?” she shrieked, “What’s going on?” But the question was soon lost from her consciousness as she locked her attention onto his crotch. She licked her lips in preparation.
Malcolm laughed, “I think that I should be the one asking that question.”
“Huh? Oh, I ... Uh ... Can I come in?” She couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the thought of a hard and throbbing dick in her mouth.
“Sure,” he replied, letting the pale skinned girl in and closing the door behind her. She dropped to her knees as soon as she was inside and reached for his package. The need to suck on cock was overwhelming any and all forms of rational thoughts and judgement. She grabbed nothing, as he walked away towards the living room and left her gazing at him lustfully. He had a pretty good idea of which hole Master PC chose, “What can I do for you Alison? Do you want anything to drink? Maybe some water? Juice? Or how about a protein shake?”
His teenage wit was lost on her lust-filled brain and all she could do was shake her head as she got to her feet. She didn’t want a drink all she wanted was his thick, throbbing, cock between her lips. He sat down on the couch and she followed suit.
“No?” he continued, “Then what did you come here for?” It was fun to toy with her one-track mind. She reached for his crotch for a second time, and succeeded in grabbing his package. “You want my dick?” She could only nod her head as she unbuckled his belt. “And what do you want to do with it?”
This was an open ended question, so she had to answer with words, “I want it in my mouth.”
Malcolm smiled, “Well I’m not going to let just any girl suck my dick,” he lied, “Why should I let you?”
“Because I need it...” she replied, a shiver of excitement rocked her body as his large cock sprang into view. She lowered her mouth towards it but was stopped by his hand.
“Then let’s go upstairs to my room, where it’s much more comfortable.” Before she could protest the delay, he had her hand in his and was leading her upstairs.
Alison McCreedy felt like a dog in heat. There was only one thing on her mind and Malcolm was teasing her with it. Why wouldn’t he let her suck his dick? She wanted it so bad. She needed it in her mouth. It felt like he was leading her around the house and keeping his cock just out of reach. But she followed like a horse with carrot dangling in front of her, a big juicy nine-inch carrot.
Alison remembered her excitement during the moment it popped out of his fly and she saw how big it was. It felt like her mouth was magnetically drawn to his crotch. But he resisted her! It wasn’t fair! She just wanted, needed, to suck his cock. What person would deny that pleasure? Now he was pulling her up some stairs and she didn’t know why. Her mind was transfixed on the cock that was now out of her view. He opened a door and led her through.
With a fiendish smile on his face, he turned around and sat on the bed behind him. She could see his crotch again! He was giving her access! She rushed toward the scrawny boy in wanton lust but again he stopped her. Alison whimpered.
“So, why do you want to suck my dick, Alison?”
She was sure she had already told him, but her mind was too foggy to think straight, “Because I need it,” she replied.
“What are you? Some kind of slut?”
She shook her head in objection. She wasn’t a slut, she had only ever had sex once before.
“You don’t think so?” he replied, “But you came to my house specifically to suck my dick, and I didn’t even ask you to! That sounds a lot like a slut to me.”
She hadn’t thought about that. Maybe she was a slut. After all she was acting like one. But still she looked up at the cute boy sitting on the bed and shook her head. She wasn’t a slut. This was just her satisfying a craving.
“You still don’t think so? Well that’s fine. I think you’ve waited long enough. You can suck my dick but first take off your shirt and bra. I want you topless when you’re sucking my cock.”
She practically ripped off her shirt in haste, and the same went for her bra. She pulled his dick out of his pants for a second time and lowered her mouth onto it. This time he head successfully reached his cock, and she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around the head. At the first taste, her mind exploded and bliss spread through her entire body. Alison sighed contentedly, and then bobbed her head in a rhythm. Her tongue worked around the head of his cock and she savoured the taste. His cock was so big and so beautiful.
Her body was on fire, but it felt strange. She caressed a boob and felt it was larger than usual. They were growing! And they felt sooo good. This turned her on even more and she sped up blowing Malcolm. She looked up at the boy, and saw a really attractive man. She was never attracted to him before. Had he been changing too? Alison scrutinized his body, which was a little hard to do with that glorious cock in her mouth, and saw the same face that she saw when she entered the house, on the same frame and body. She was just madly attracted to him.
It was so nice of him to let her suck his cock. Her mind was now in bliss, instead of the lustful stupor that occupied her earlier. She was in desperate need and he had saved her. Alison was in Malcolm’s debt, she’d do anything he wanted. His cock felt so good in her mouth, she could feel her pussy dampen in excitement. His dick would probably feel good elsewhere too.
Maybe she was a slut, maybe she wanted to live for cock, for Malcolm’s cock. She was growing more and more excited when finally his cock erupted, unloading spurt after spurt of cum into her waiting mouth. Her world exploded as she came with him, sealing her fate in his debt.
Alison was lying exhausted on his lap when she heard him say, “So, do you still think you’re not a slut?”
She didn’t even have to consider it and she shook her head. Alison looked up at Malcolm adoringly, “No, I’m a slut. I’m your slut.” With that last statement she knew that she was his to do with as he pleased. And that was okay.