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From the moment she walked into your History class, you can’t stop thinking about the new girl. Her almond eyes, luscious hair, plump lips, smooth jawline, olive skin, little waist, taut abs and lithe grace, all bound in a loose pair of jeans and an almost long sleeve bra that drive you crazy.
Even your teacher seemed a bit surprised when she first came in, adjusting his tie and clearing his throat before introducing her to the class.
“And you are?” He asked, a bit flummoxed by her striking beauty.
“Alice.” She replied sweetly, “Principal Leu said I should start in room 103, History class. Am I in the wrong room?”
“No, that’s me! Please take a seat dear, I was just getting started on prehistoric philosophies…” Mr Nedward says, starting to teach again as Alice locks eyes with you.
Her slender hips sway seductively as her cinched, toned belly twists with her every strut, and you become slightly short of breath as she passes by you-
“Umph…” You grunt unexpectedly, already looking back to Mr Nedward as Alice suddenly drops into your lap.
She wiggles what you can now tell is a bubble into your crotch, letting your erecting manhood nestle between her cheeks momentarily.
“Oops, thought this one was empty!” She giggles, jumping up as you catch the dreamy smell of her amazing hair.
The class laughs, guys elbowing each other as the girls give each other knowing glances. Everyone’s excited for you, but none more than yourself.
“Sorry!” Alice chirps, standing just a few feet away as she looks into your eyes and adjusts her jellowy boobs.
She then takes her seat, and you try to calmly let your boner recede as Mr Nedward proceeds to bore everyone. Alice shares looks of shy seduction with you in the next class as well, but you lose track of her when your friends grab you to hang out for lunch.
They talk about some dumb sports game as you walk down the hallway, but there’s only one thing on your mind. You arrive at the cafeteria just in time to see Alice get her food without talking to anybody, and plopping down at an empty table before looking around expectantly.
Probably for you…
“That was crazy!!” Ronnie chuckles, punching your arm as he tells you how proud he is of you for what happened in History.
“But I didn’t even do anything, and I still haven’t! What should I say to her now? Do I just like, grab her face and kiss her??” You ask, still kind of a stranger to the whole “Girls” thing.
“Are you insane?” Ronnie asks with a laugh, “Just go over to her and say... ‘Hey, sup?’”
You wait for Ronnie to tell you he’s joking, but he seems very serious. Sal encourages you to do the same, and you definitely don't know anything better to say...
“Here goes…” You mumble to yourself, walking over to Alice with a smile as she twirls her hair absentmindedly.
“Hey, how- Uhhh… Ahem! Sorry, I- Sup?” You smile, lip quivering unintentionally as you try to act confident.
“You’re that cute boy from class, right?” Alice giggles, “Why don’t you come to my place later, I’d love to hangout!”
She gives you a little kiss on the cheek before grabbing your phone, calling hers, and saving it as a contact: ❤️Alice💦👅
You feel a rush of pure joy, almost like you just defeated a video game boss. The loud noise from hundreds of students drowns out as your ears ring, your mind in utter shock as you watch Alice leave the cafeteria.
“Yes!!!” Ronnie yells, almost knocking you to the ground with his celebratory punch.
You don’t see Alice at any of your other classes, but she texts you an address to meet her by after school. The day goes by like a breeze, your mind elsewhere as you try to prepare yourself for being alone with a girl.
You have to take a couple of buses to get there, but it’s all worth it when Alice answers the door with a kind smile. She invites you in and offers you a drink, which you happily accept as you follow her into the kitchen.
“You look just like your dad.” A deep voice suddenly says, and you jump back when you see a grown man standing tall behind the counter.
“This is my dad...” Alice explains, her voice becoming deep with embarrassment.
“Thank you, Alice. You can go now.” The man says calmly to Alice before turning back to you, “Now let me explain what's going on, cuz this is gonna be really confusing otherwise:
Your father and I were business partners, having immigrated from the old country with dreams of big wealth and riches. And we succeeded in our goal, creating one of the biggest industries in the world!
That’s when greed corrupted your father, and he cheated me out of the business. He took all the money, backstabbed me, and split the business with his wife. They used their power to sue me into bankruptcy, rendering me powerless and unable to fight their corrupt evil.
I was forced to live on the street, debts too high to even work off. All I had was a few keepsakes from my homeland, and a lockbox to keep them in. It got to the point where I was forced to sell my prized possessions, so I decided to read my great grandfather’s prized secret journal before trying to sell it as an antique.
He wrote of vast powers, mystical beings, and truths that would break your mind. I even found writings of a family he’d cursed, destined to always be under the thumb of his offspring. I couldn’t believe it when I read who the person was, and who their kids were.
Your ancestors angered mine greatly, and I shall reap their vengeance through my own!!”
You can barely process what the large man had just gone on a five minute soliloquy about, too busy watching his daughter slowly morph on the couch. Her lithe toned body swells as her muscles soften, and you watch her boobs inflate as her hips flare out. She had put on a pair of glasses before sitting on the couch, her face almost adapting to them as her body expands.
She sighs with relief as she rips most of her jeans off, leaving only the waistband and stretched material till the upper thigh. The denim strains as her bottom half inflates, her body lifting from the couch as her bubble butt becomes two giant cushions beneath her.
You can only watch her pants edge on the brink of exploding as her inflating breasts threaten to shred her the cups of her top. She quickly changes into a loose, still revealing black blouse as her voluminous hair withers. She seems relieved though, liberally waving her neck back and forth finally free of all the extra weight.
Alice is my wife. I used her as a honeypot, a trap to bring you here. I can’t just walk into a high school and request to bring a senior home, but Alice was able to…” The scary man laughs, now approaching you with a sinister smile.
You try to back away, but he quickly lunges for your shirt collar. His strong grip stops you from escaping, and he holds you in a way you never thought you’d be.
“You can focus on her, it’s not a bad use of your last few moments of manhood...” The man laughs, forcing your legs to split open as he holds your thighs firmly.
Meanwhile your manhood grows erect, and your heart rate picks up as your pants tent. Alice seems to get a little excited as your bulge throbs, glasses fogging as her husband squeezes your quads.
“What the fuck!?” You gasp, blushing as a fluttering euphoria pools in your crotch.
Your legs quiver in his arms as your pants grow damp, making Alice laugh and lick her lips as your boner slowly fades. You feel the pressure of the man’s clenched fingers intensify, but you can tell he’s not squeezing harder.
Your thighs are growing!
You struggle against the strong man’s grip, protests caught in your throat as your body tries to recover from the recent orgasm. Instead of gaining strength though, you feel your muscles lose precious girth. He then pulls at your skin, drawing more fat into your rear as you start to feel jiggling behind you.
You actually begin to get horny as you think about being transformed against your will, a secret fetish of yours.
Wait, since when??
You hesitantly reach for your crotch, still questioning when you ever had a transformation fetish and how your mind casually conjured the thought. What you hadn’t thought to question was your manhood, so when you feel complete flatness and you’re expecting a shaft- You can’t help but let out a surprised yelp, though it gets muffled as your transforming body is vigorously shaken.
“Sorry I have to shake you around like this, but it really speeds things up!” The large man chuckles into your ear, hands now beginning to separate your juicy thighs.
You feel new pressure as your hips spread wide, allowing a substantial amount of mass to pour into your expanding bubble butt. You curl your toes as your ass brims with jiggling weight, pushing up against your spine as the man holding you reaches for your toes.
Before you can even question what he’s doing, he squeezes both your feet and pulls in. All you feel is pleasure as your sexy legs become stout, a perfect accent to your enormous ass. You can also see your feet are now completely encased in his rough hands, dainty little things that wiggle happily as you’re placed on the ground.
Your mind tells you to run, but everything below your waist refuses to listen. You’re just forced to pose sexily as your already weakened and slimmed body is sculpted, knees buckling seductively as the large man forms a small ring with his finger and thumb around your waist to shrink it to almost nothing.
You feel your slight movements and posture become even more sultry as your belly is turned into a slutty little tummy, a V shaped path pointing straight to your moist folds. You can only moan now, noticeably high pitched as your ribs are shrunk by large sculpting hands.
“Hold on…” The guy trails off, grabbing at your neck as you continue to moan in a high pitched male tone.
He slides his palms up and down your throat, lengthening and slimming it down as your moans feminize. You feel him grow hard against your juicy thigh as your voice raises in pitch, his crotch resting on you as he moves down to your chest.
You thought there was no fat left in your body after what he did below your waist, but he’s able to get a nice amount wherever. He pinches your nipples as fat spills into your chest, pulling at them and making them tender as supple breasts form. He cups your forming bosom as it continues to grow, shaping it as the weight starts to strain your back.
You’re ready for more attention to your face, but all he does is rub it a few times. You feel your skull reform, giving you a permanent look of lust as your nose, eyes, and ears become mature and sexy. Your chin sharpens as hair flows down your back, and you feel your lips pout seductively as they plump up.
“Finishing touches…” You hear as you try to blink, eyelashes heavy as they grow thick and long.
Suddenly your skin dries, and your knees are bent toward each other as your hips and thighs become extremely bulbous. You open your eyes to see the man’s hands delicately pulling from either side of your thighs, and smell an aged sweetness as you drift off to nothing.
You wake up standing, in front of a mirror fully dressed.
Well, not fully dressed…
You can’t help but gently wiggle your hips from side to side as you check out your lingerie, pulling at your micro thong strings as the fishnet garter straps rub against them. You want to scream, you want to run, you want to- It doesn’t matter, you can’t do anything…
Your body brushes some hair back, lips pursed as you stare into the mirror and admire your hourglass form. Delicate fingers reach for your lipgloss as you try take control and escape, but to no avail. You just take the cap off as scared thoughts run through your head, but they all stop when the familiar voice comes down the hallway.
“Are you ready yet? I want you to meet with your dad already!” The man that transformed you asks, entering the room without knocking and staring at your half nude body as you bend over the makeup table.
“Like, how can I not be ready for Daddy??”
Your body giggles, making you want to vomit as you prance after the hunky stud.
Wait, hunky? Stud??
You shake the rogue thought and chase after the man, unable to do anything else as your body falls completely under his control. He stops in the kitchen, and hands you a dress with high heels to put on. You do so without a word, squeezing your busty body into a tight dress that makes you arch your back as you put on the high heels.
“You better be ready for Daddy.” The handsome man says teasingly before leaning into your ear and whispering warmly, “You dumb, horny, ditzy slut…”
You try to swallow as the words enter your mind, but they become a physical presence that creates swelling pressure in your head. It almost feels painful, but you’re completely numb as your core thoughts are subdued and twisted into knots.
The vapors of a headache turn into foggy ignorance as you struggle to center in on your true self, mini explosions churning your mind into a mushy goo of sparkling lust as you stare into the distance. You remember everything, but it’s almost like a movie you just happened to watch. The experiences and memories don’t feel lived, and in the absence of a past your budding bimbo mind feasts in the present.
“Wow… My lips are so sensitive, I totally feel like I could use something long and hard to wrap them around- Mmmmm…” You moan as your heaving bosom jiggles, “I’m gonna go put on some makeup, and then-”
“Then you’ll seduce your dad and bring him here, understood?” The gruff man interrupts you, his large green eyes making your heart melt as you stare into them.
“Of course, sir. Whatever you say!” You respond without a thought as you prepare your makeup in the mirror, unsure of what he actually means.
It takes a few seconds till your memories come back, like a course you’d taken for extra credit… Your dad’s been single ever since you can remember, so it should be relatively easy to convince him to follow you back here.
“Is it okay if I fuck him, or should I like…” You trail off and wait for an answer as you apply a thick coating of dark lipstick, unsure of what you would even do if you didn’t at least jerk him off.
“Uhhh… Do whatever you want, just make sure he returns to us.” The man you adore commands, and you happily nod with full loyalty.
“So like, how do I look? I totes wanted to like, put on some pink lipstick and gloss, but the dress you gave me would like, so not go with that! So anyway, I like, totally think I did a great job with all this blush and concealer, it makes me look like such a total fucking slut. No??” You babble and giggle, absentmindedly resting your hands on your bust and flicking your hair back as you try to seduce the man before you.
“Excellent! Maybe you can be a bit smarter though, I don’t know if you’ll be able to offer a cohesive explanation to your dad like this…” Your new friend mutters as he massages your skull, “I need you to convince him that you’re just a random girl that wants to love him, and get him to leave the house.
Then obviously take him here.”
“Yeah, doi!” You laugh, “What else would be the plan?”
Your voice is more husky now, though your body is somehow more ripe and plump. You feel thankful for the extra spark of intelligence you were just given, though you’d never actually thank this monster for that…
Why are you just going along with his plan though?
I love that questioning look on your face, but I didn’t make you that smart!” He laughs, smacking your bubble butt and making you blush with a smile as he commands you to leave.
You hastily make your way home, thoughts conflicting but not intensely enough to actually hinder your actions. You’re a bit disappointed when you can’t rmemeber the code to the lock, and have to ring the doorbell for your dad to let you in.
“Who on god’s green titty are you??” Your old coot of a father shouts, eyes locked on your cleavage as your gaze travels down to the crotch of his tenting pants.
No convincing necessary, your dad just reaches out and pulls you inside. You don’t protest any of it, letting him ravish you as he literally rips your dress apart. Deep down you know there must be some guilt for betraying your dad, but it’s hard to locate any of your old core being.
You’re someone else now, with little to no relation to that life. ‘Dad’ is just how you internally refer to this man, a man you have to bring back to master or-
Or???
It doesn’t matter, you just know that listening to master will make you happy. You smile as the truth finally leaves you blissfully contempt, basking in the penetration of your virgin folds as your plush breasts bounce freely.
“Like- ehrm! What’s- Eee! Your name??” You manage to ask between moans, wiggling your hips in a rough handed grip with a force that makes you feel vulnerable and completely open to anything.
“Just call me Daddy!” He grunts, large vein bulging as he throbs and thrusts inside your pussy.
“Ooooo- fuck! Shiiiiitttt!!!!!” You squeal, holding on for dear life as an eruption of hot cum blasts the sensitive layers of your pulsating folds.
You feel your womanhood inhale the warm semen, suctioning the large cock inside you and letting you milk it for every last drop. But soon the suction breaks, and you feel the member inside you shrink even as it continues to pump you full.
“What’s going on??” The man beneath you suddenly exclaims, voice faltering as you watch his body slim down and tone.
His age disappears as his skin tans, pores shrinking and smoothing out as his genitals shrivel up and leave just a little slit. The pudge in his belly surges upward as a clitoris and labia start to form, chest bubbling as his nipples perk up and grow.
The high pitched moans become sweet as your former dad’s hips round out, and his waist cinches in as pert breasts begin to form on his chest. At this point, you’re lip to lip with the transitioning girl- sensitive mounds moist as they rub against each other.
“Mom?” The girl beneath you suddenly asks, shooting through your erotic fog like an arrow and clearing it completely.
“Whoa!! Holy shit- Hannah, I… What were we just doing??” You try to laugh casually as you buckle your skimpy bodysuit and jump off her, biting your lip as you play with your hair and try to remember why you were just having sex with your daughter.
“It’s fine, mom. I know you’re really horny and shit…” Hannah laughs, fixing her glasses as you smile.
Wait, when did her glasses become so sexy??
You blink in confusion and you try to ground yourself, but suddenly Hannah’s in a pink bikini. Another blink, and her nose is pierced. One more, and she’s fully made up.
“That bikini is beautiful, babygirl! Where you going in that??” You ask, proud of your hot daughter as she ties the string of her thong waistband tightly so it rides all the way up her hips.
“Not really sure, but I’m feeling some type of sex compass telling me to go for a walk. How do I look?” Hanna asks, picking her glasses up to her forehead and placing her hands on her hips to pose.
“Beautiful, honey!!” You squeal, excited for your daughter to get hit on by every boy she sees.
The rest of the day is a blur as you clean the house, and prepare dinner for Hannah. You feel like there’s something you should be thinking about, something you’re forgetting that’s really important…
Then you get a video call on your phone, and answer when you see it’s from Hannah.
“Hey mom!! I’m like, here with grandma Alice, she totally wants to say hi! She's been doing great ever since she moved in, and my husband is so totally amazing with taking care of her!! They’re like, always hanging out, especially when I’m at work! I’m so happy they get along, it really makes life easy!! How are you??” Hannah asks, her voice a bit more mature than you remember…
“Sweetie! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou baby!!
That’s such a pretty dress, you gotta show me the whole thing!!” You giggle as her age becomes more familiar, only able to see the straps and the top of your daughter’s bust as your memories are further rewritten.
Hannah happily hands the phone to someone behind the lense, and giggles as she asks the person holding the camera to start at her knees.
“It’s totes sexy! And your boobies look spectacular!!” You exclaim with pride, watching your daughter seductively wiggle her robust hips as her helpful husband slowly brings the camera up to her beautiful face.
It reminds you of your mother, who’s actually aged like she’s stuck in a time freeze. Her elderly brain turned to mush, she can barely remember your name- but her body’s still like a twenty five year old supermodel!
You can’t help but smile as you think about what Hannah’s studly husband could be doing spending so much alone time with a milf like your mom, Alice…
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