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As incredible as it still seems to me, my little blog has just hit 10,000 views!!!

I'm startled to have reached such a landmark in just little more than a week since I have created my personal haven, and I'd lie if I said I don't feel also kind of proud of it! ^-^

I have to thank my friends and sisters Marti and Karen, for the publicity they've done to my blog obviously, but most of all for all the kind words of support and the love they send to me daily! :*

And of course I have to thank all of you, dear readers! The thought of being slowly but steadily growing a small fanbase to my work fills me with glee and eagerness, and I'm biting my lips to the thought of all the fun stuff I'll keep posting here! ;)

So stay tuned and let's keep growing my sisters! A kiss to all of you!

What goes around comes around

Originally requested by tfnewbie :)

Magic is not something mortals should mess with. It was really imprudent for the wizard to start selling those wishing rings. But even a wizard has to pay bills. After all each ring had only enough magic for a couple of small spells. How much harm could they do? Sure, as the rumor spread his shop was stormed by people eager to use magic to get what they wanted, but he was sure everything would turn out fine anyway.

<<Oh yes! Go on girls! This is even better than how I imagined it!>>

The two girls were licking and sucking hungrily the guy’s cock, fighting over it like two lionesses would fight over a piece of meat. Even though they couldn’t control what they were doing, keeping on moaning and giggling as they were wrapping their luscious lips around the hairy balls and running their tongues up and down that shaft, their eyes were reflecting all the unease and the disgust for what was happening.

<<Please do not give me that look Emily. I had no choice but to use magic to fulfill my fantasies. After all, you wouldn’t even give me head since you think that blowjobs are degrading for women, let alone have a threesome with your old fried Laura. Look at it this way, you’re finally having a good time together again after that fight you had over your ex. Do not worry honey, this ring has still enough magic left in it to erase your memories. As soon as we’re finished here you will not even remember what happened. Just let me enjoy the moment while it lasts!>>

To those words the girl cringed, while she was kissing the tip of his cock. What the guy could not know was that the girl kneeled before him giving him the best blowjob of his life was actually Mike, Emily’s ex-boyfriend. Trapped in a girl body and being forced to suck a dick he was utterly horrified by the situation, though the magic was making him act like he was enjoying every second of it.

That was disgusting! Now he understood why Emily was constantly complaining to him about her new boyfriend. She started texting him again a few weeks earlier, saying how her man was a brute and how she wished they were still together. He should have known that his girlfriend Laura would have got impossibly mad at him if she found out that he was still texting his ex, who she used to be best friend with. But he couldn’t imagine that she would go as far as using a wishing ring to swap him with Emily. <<Fine! If you want to remain close to her I will make you as close as possible!>> she said waving that glowing thing around, and in a blink of the eye he found himself in another house trapped in Emily’s body.

He didn’t even have the time to fully realize what had just happened when Emily’s boyfriend entered the room. To his dismay he noticed that he was wearing a ring identical to the one Laura used on him. <<Look honey, I know that you are not willing to fulfill my fantasies. But I hope you can understand me if I have to resort to such extreme measures.>> he said.

And now there he was, licking that cock like it was a lollypop, disgusted by its sweaty and salty flavor but acting like it was the most delicious thing in the world. He looked at his girlfriend kneeled beside him, sucking on the guy’s hairy scrotum. He could see in her eyes that she was as disgusted and disturbed by the situation as he was. At least he could find some satisfaction in her discomfort. “That’s what you deserve bitch! What goes around comes around!”.

The guy suddenly started to grunt.

<<Oh yes! I’m almost there! Get ready girls!>> and as he said those words Mike felt compelled to bend backwards and open his mouth wide with his tongue out, ready to receive his load.

Spurts of warm and sticky cum started to be shot from the throbbing cock, landing on the girls’ chests and faces. The girls received the load with a happy and lusty look on their faces and then they threw themselves over the dick eager for more, sucking greedily every single drop of cum that oozed from it.

<<*Pant!**Anf!* That was super girls!>> said the guy exhausted.

Mike was still on his knees, licking the cum from his lips, feeling it starting to dry on his chest and on his face. The smell was disgusting, and the staste made him want to throw up.

<<Now, time to erase your memories.>> said the guy pointing the glowing ring towards him.

“W… Wait no!”

A more fitting role

Requested by Elva :) I hope you'll like it!

I know it is crazy to be making these kind of thoughts in a moment like this. I mean, I’m licking and kissing a guy’s cock together with me best friend. I’m so wet right now, and I can’t wait for this stud to shove his shaft inside of me and fuck me silly. And yet I found out that my mind tends to wander while I give a blowjob. I can’t believe my life has come to this. Just a couple of weeks ago I was a guy, and I used to have a crush on the girl kneeled in front of me. I never thought of having sex with a guy, while now I can’t help but wish she wasn’t here and I could have this hunk all for myself. Did I really always have these thoughts buried inside of me? Have I accepted my new life a little too eagerly? Is there really nothing left of my male self anymore?

I was hopelessly in love with Elizabeth, since we were kids. When we became roommate in college I could barely contain myself for the emotion. I would have finally got my chance with her, I would have found the courage to confess her my feelings. We were such good friends that it seemed so obvious we would have made a wonderful couple as well. She would have understood that that was the right thing to do, our chance to find happiness as lovers. However things didn’t go as I expected.

When I confessed her my love, she turned me down and said that she didn’t feel the same for me. I was destroyed by that, but she didn’t want to tell me why. <<It would hurt you.>> she said, <<You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to make you feel bad.>> Well, I wasn’t going to simply take a “no” as an answer! At least I had to know why she didn’t like me, what I was lacking! So I insisted, and insisted, until one day she finally snapped and told me the truth.
<<Fine Daryl! If you really want to know the truth I’m going to tell it to you, but you’re not going to like it. I have warned you. The truth is… that your dick is just too small for me!>>
Those words hit me like a train.
<<I’m sorry, you really are a sweet and nice guy. We’ve been best friends since forever, and I really like to spend time with you. But only as friends. Being a good guy is not enough for a relationship to work. Sex is fundamental, and I know you will never be able to satisfy me. I have needs, needs that must be fulfilled, and you just lack the equipment to do so. Trust me, it is better for us to never engage in anything beyond a simple friendship. Finding out we just don’t fit with each other sexually would be much more painful. I’m sorry, I’m sure you will find the right girl for you eventually. Only that girl is not going to be me.>>
I was speechless. So that was the reason why we couldn’t be together? All those years I’ve been in love with her, and now she was turning me down for that? My world crumbled over me. I didn’t humiliate myself further and just went into my room to let those words full of commiseration sink in. I was destroyed, and the worst part was that the following day we would have still been roommates. We would still have been friends. I could never have let her go, and I would have kept seeing her everyday with the painful awareness that she didn’t even think of me as a man. That was a sleepless night for me.

The next day she came home all cheerful and energetic, like nothing had happened. I could barely stand to look at her. Then she told me that she had a surprise for me, something that would have solved all my problems and allowed us to keep being friends. She gave me a flask filled with pink liquid and told me to drink it. What even was it, some kind of booze? I didn’t know what to think but all things considered I really needed to get hammered in that moment, so I trusted her and drank it. I had just finished chugging down the liquid, when I started to feel a piercing pain in my stomach. I bent over and fell on my knees as all my body started to burn. It sounded incredible, but I could have sworn I was transforming. My muscles shriveled and deflated, I felt my hips getting wider and my waist narrower, flocks of long luscious hair fell in front of my eyesight, my chest swelled under my shirt, and I felt my cock and balls painfully disappear into my body as a slit appeared where my male parts used to be. When the pain finally stopped I could get a grip of myself. My clothes felt much baggier, and as I looked down at my hands I noticed they had become small and dainty. I brought them to my face where my beard had disappeared, replaced by a soft and smooth skin, and then to my chest, where two mounds of flesh were now hanging. Finally I felt my new flat groin, and as I inspected my new parts I jolted, letting out a muffled moan in a voice that didn’t belong to me. Whatever I had just drunk, it had transformed me. I was a girl!

<<Well, would you look at that. You turned out quite beautiful. Impressive! Don’t make that scared face. I know you must be shocked right now, but please understand, I have done this to you for your sake. With that little dick of yours you were never really a man. I’m sure that as a girl you will be much happier. Besides, I have always wanted a female bff. You were great, sure, but there’s only so much I can share with a guy. Now we will be inseparable! And I also have another surprise for you.>>
As she said those words I saw a guy enter the room.
<<John, this is… ummm… Diana, my roommate. Diana, this is John, my classmate. You don’t have to get up to greet him. It is not necessary considering you would be back on your knees in no time.>>
<<W… what?>> I managed to say, unsettled by my new feminine voice.
<<Well, now that you are a girl you will have also to learn what it feels like to be one. Don’t worry, as you will soon find out John isn’t at all lacking down there, and will make a true woman out of you.>>
Confused and paralyzed for the shock I could just stand back passively as John got closer to me until I was staring right at his crotch in front of me, and as Elisabeth unzipped his pants a huge cock sprung out, almost touching my lips. I wanted to back up, but Elisabeth was holding me from the back of my head, preventing me from doing so.
<<Don’t be afraid. Look at it. It looks tasty, doesn’t it? I bet your mouth is already watering. You don’t have to be ashamed of it, it’s only natural. Why don’t you give it a little kiss on the tip? Don’t you want to take it all in your mouth? I bet you do. So do it! Don’t hold back!>>

I don’t know what went through my mind in that moment, but I started to feel a warm sensation in my groin, and I realized that the thought of sucking John’s dick was making me wet. I was so confused, so many thoughts were going through my mind, but among all of them the only one I could really discern was an uncontrollable urge to wrap my lips around that shaft. And so I did, and then I started to bob my head back and forth, getting it deeper and deeper into my mouth. The smell and the taste was so intense. I started to stroke it with my dainty hand, and when I felt his hand grabbing the back of my head, pushing it forward and getting his dick all the way through the back of my throat, I got incredibly aroused. I felt so used, and I was loving it. Every grunt of enjoyment I was able to get out of him filled me with pride and satisfaction. I realized all I could think about was pleasuring him, and I felt my crotch getting damper and damper.

Finally after a while he pulled back. He was ready, and he pulled me up from my shoulders and pushed me over the bed. I slipped out of my baggy male clothes in no time, and I was naked on the bed with my legs spread, eagerly waiting for him to make a woman of me. I was craving for him to fuck me. And when he finally shoved his manhood inside of my throbbing pussy, and I felt it dig its way inside of me, I gasped, and my limbs went numb. I laid back and let him have his way with me. I was his to take, and he took me, and made me experience heaven. Nothing I had ever felt could compare with the numbing pleasure getting fucked was giving me. Elisabeth then joined us, and we had a threesome. Just a few hours ago being naked in the bed with her, kissing her, and fondling her tits, and caressing her hot body, would have been the best thing in the world for me. But now all I could focus on was John and his huge cock, and every time he would fuck Elisabeth my pussy would crave for it and I just wished he would go back to pounding me. That day whatever was left of my male self in my mind disappeared forever, and all that was left was Diana, Elisabeth’s new roommate, best friend, and fuck buddy.

For the following weeks we became inseparable just like she predicted. We often go out together to look for a man to fuck both of us, and whenever one of us gets lucky with a guy we share him with each other. Lately I got much more confident with my female persona, and I started to go looking for men on my own. I kinda wish I didn’t have to share them with her. I guess sooner or later I will have to tell her that we can’t keep being roommates. I have needs now, needs that must be fulfilled, and I can’t do so if she keeps getting in the way of my pleasure.

Overtime

Orginally requested by jessica88 :)

<<Do you like it bitch?!>>
*Slap!*
<<Ow! Y… Yes Mr. Coffey! Do not stop!>>
*Slap!*
<<Ouch!>>

“This is ridiculous! How did I even end up like this? My ass feels so sore. Who knows how long this pig can keep on slapping me? And what will I even do when he will have enough of it and will want to do something else? I’ve been cheated! That voodoo spell was a total scam and it costed me a fortune! Now I’m here getting groped and spanked by this asshole trapped in this woman’s body.

I should have known that it was risky to use magic to solve my problems, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and I would soon have lost my job if I didn’t find a way to stop this fucker from stealing all my clients. He was doing so well that there was definitely something fishy behind it, but he was so cautious that even the detective I hired couldn’t find out anything. Swapping body with his secretary and pretend to be her to get the evidence I needed was the only solution I had left.

It has been a hard week going around in this body, always dressed in stockings and high heels and with these tits constantly getting in the way, my boss always caressing me, and pinching my ass, and giving me those thirsty looks (at least I’ve found out that he cheats on his wife, even though this is all but good news for me as long as I’m in this body). But it was worth it. I had full access to his office and soon enough I got the proof that he was spying on me, enough to get him fired.

But now that I can finally swap back and return to be me I can’t get the spell to work! I’ve already performed the ritual countless times and chanted the formula over and over! It just won’t work! I’m stuck!”

*Slap!*

<<Ouch!>>
“This is insane! I can’t be found out but I can’t just keep playing along while I get molested by my rival! I have to get out of this!”
<<Enough! Now get on your knees you skank! I’ve got a special treat for you here in my pants!>>
“Fuck! What do I do now? Please make this stop!”

New family structure

An Anonymous request :) Enjoy!

All right! This one turned out pretty nice. My cleavage looks amazing. Josh’s jaw is going to drop to the floor when he sees it. Now I just have to send it and…
What am I doing? Am I really sending sexy pics of myself to some jock from school? What’s wrong with me?! Is there really so little left of my old self? I… I can’t stand it! I hate this! I hate what has happened to me, and I hate my new life! This can’t go on! I have to take some action, to do something! I can’t just stand back and passively wait to completely become a teenage girl in body and mind!

If only I didn’t stumble into that damned medallion! It looked just like some oddity. Weird, but completely harmless. I don’t even know what triggered the transformation, all I know is that one moment I was a middle aged man and the next I was this teen girl, with long hair, cute face, nice ass and this gushing tits. And the medallion had just disappeared from my hands. I didn’t know what to do, I was shocked! I freaked out so much, and it took a lot for my wife to finally calm me down a bit. What had just happened was unbelievable, beyond any imagination. And yet it was undeniably real. I was a girl the same age of my daughter, and there seemed to be no way to turn back.
The following days have been the toughest I have ever been through. It all happened so gradually that I barely realized it. First my wife, who was very sorry for my predicament, had to teach me how to keep my… new parts clean. It was already unsettling enough to have to sit to pee. Having to reach with my hands down there to keep a proper hygiene was disturbing beyond belief. Then one day she came home with a whole stock of bras for me to wear, since keeping my breasts un-sustained had started to hurt me, and since there was no way I could keep going around without wearing a bra she had also bought me matching panties for good measure. Then one day all my old clothes had disappeared from the closet, replaced by a whole new wardrobe of girl clothes. At first nothing too overtly girly, then gradually tank tops, skirts, dresses and yoga pants started to replace shirts and sweaters, until finally I started to dress just like a cute teen girl. It was clear by that point that my wife wasn’t thinking of me as her husband anymore, but more as a daughter. No matter how much I objected to that treatment, or how many tantrums I threw, there was no way to stop what had started. She started to doll me up, teaching me how to apply makeup and do my hair properly, until no one could have told that I used to be a man.

My new hormones had started to really mess with my mind. Unable to have my wife respect me as her husband I started to act like a quick-tempered girl, and the fact that I was aware of my unnatural behavior only contributed to make me more emotional. I was acting just like my daughter! I felt horrible! She did her best to help me deal with all the changes my body went through, but her consideration only made me sadder. I was still her father after all, I couldn’t just develop that kind of… sisterly bond with her. I realized that my life was going to change forever. I wasn’t a husband anymore, or a father. I had become the new daughter in the family. And one fatal day my wife sent me to school with my daughter.

From that point on it has all gone downhill. As the new girl in school I got the attention of all of my daughter’s peers, and the most unsettling attentions I was getting were definitely those coming from boys. I realized that I made actually a pretty attractive girl, and it was only a matter of time before I became one of the most popular girls in school. So much so that my daughter became more and more hostile towards me. She was jealous of my newfound popularity, of the fact that guys were now drooling after me, of my new tits, which were much bigger than hers. She started to hate me. To her I was suddenly just another bitch from school instead of the girl who used to be her father. I couldn’t stand it!

And the worst part is… that I actually surprised myself enjoying my new life. I grew to love it. I was enjoying being young and energetic again, my adult knowledge and skills made school life not burdensome at all, and my new popularity made it really fun and pleasant. I even liked being eye candy for all those teenage boys. Maybe it was just my new hormones, but to my surprise and dismay I realized that I was attracted to them. And when one of them finally asked me out I could barely contain my excitement. How could I have known that he was the guy my daughter had a crush on? How is it my fault that I’m just so much prettier than her! Screw her, she’s just jealous!

No! No! No! I’m thinking like a girl again! God, this is so frustrating! It can’t go on like this! But what can I do? It’s not like I have any chance of ever going back to being a man. But can I really just give up and embrace my new life as a teenage girl?

My phone is buzzing. Another message by Josh. He’s still asking for those pics of me. Man, that guy is really impatient. To be honest I find it kind of cute. I’m flattered by all his attention. And he’s also a total stud. All right, whatever, I’ve already taken the pic, and I look gorgeous. Why keep it for myself? I hope he will send me a dick pick in return, I’m really curious to see what he’s packing down there. I guess it’s only natural to be curious. After all I want to be sure that the guy I may give my virginity to is at least well equipped.

Getting too close

Originally requested by LenaTG115 :)

Nicholas was laying on the bed with his eyes shut, breathing heavily. The sheets covering him were waving, as the 15 year old boy was jerking off under them. In that moment his mind was fixated on one single thought. The girl he had obsessed over for the last few months. Amélie. She was simply perfect in Nicholas’s eyes. She was so pretty with her short blonde hair, always smiling and laughing, like nothing was ever bugging her. She was a phenomenal player in the volleyball female team, and he used to go to every match to peek at her in her uniform. As he kept masturbating he visualized her forms tucked in that revealing outfit. Her perky breasts bouncing around in the training bra. Her toned and smooth legs. Her firm ass. God she was beautiful! He had fallen hopelessly in love with her. But he knew too well he could never reveal that to her. How could he after all? He was just so average, almost invisible, while she was so popular and liked. Every guy at the school would court her. He had no hope.

He was about to reach climax, imagining himself making love to her, when from the bottom of his heart he made a wish. He wished he could get to know her better and understand her thoughts. He wished he was close to her. Then he came. After he had cleaned himself up he immediately fell asleep. Plunged into a deep sleep he couldn’t notice the changes starting to affect him. His thin frail body started to become more round and soft. His legs became smooth and well toned, his ass became firm and sturdy. His skin softened and became bright and a pair of small tits appeared on his chest. Finally his facial features polished, transforming into a feminine visage, and his brown hair turned a light shade of blonde.

The next morning he heard a voice call for him. <<Amélie! Hurry or you’re going to be late for school!>>. He woke up confused and dizzy. “I must have overslept” he thought, not realizing how the woman he just heard had addressed him, and that he was now in a room he had never seen before. He soon became aware of his surroundings. The posters hanging from the wall, the tidy desk by the window, the huge wardrobe in front of him, the magenta sheets he was covered by. Where the hell was he? He pulled away the sheets and realized he was now wearing a silk pj, which felt strangely pleasant over his skin. He soon noticed the two small breasts protruding below his clothes. He pulled the neckline with his new delicate hand shaking for the shock, and he peeked at his new tits hanging from his chest. His heart pounded and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, completely in shock.

<<Amélie!>> the woman called again. <<You’re going to miss the bus!>>. He winced as he came back to his senses. <<Eeehmm… Yes! I’m coming!>> he said, hearing his new voice come out of his mouth. He immediately rushed towards a mirror hanging from the wall, almost stumbling on his own feet as he got up from the bed. He remained paralyzed for a few seconds in front of it, seeing his crush looking back at him from the reflection. He touched and pinched his new delicate face, and ran a hand through his new blonde hair. He then grabbed his boobs, feeling their weight in his hands. He finally reached for his crotch, feeling that it was now empty and flat. He somehow had transformed into Amélie during the night, and was now apparently in her room with her mom calling him down to go to school. How did that happened? Was that because of that wish? That wasn’t what he meant when he wished to be close to her! A series of thoughts ran through his mind. What could he do now? He should probably pretend to be sick and skip school. There was no way he could go out like that. But then again, why not? After all he could benefit from this situation and get to know the girl he was in love with better than he could have ever hoped for. He smiled, seeing Amélie’s reflection smiling back at him with her perfect teeth.

He quickly got dressed, grabbing a training bra form the wardrobe, which should have been easier to wear than all the other frilly bras he found in the drawers. He then grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a top that were laying on a chair. “These will do!” he thought to himself as he squeezed his toned figure inside that outfit. As he checked his reflection he felt satisfied with the result. Amélie would have looked stunning even dressed in rags, and she didn’t need any makeup to look beautiful. So he left the room and went down to the kitchen, where breakfast was waiting for him. He was met with the disgusting sight of a bowl of muesli. He hated that kind of stuff. But for some reason the bowl looked especially appealing to him now. He devoured its content hungrily. It tasted so good! What had changed? He couldn’t stand that stuff previously.

He then got out of the beautiful house in which Amélie lived to get to the bus stop. That fit body felt amazing, way better than his out of shape male one. He managed to get on the bus just in time, where one of Amélie’s friends was keeping a seat for her to her side. He joined her and chirped happily as they greeted each other. It felt strange. He never was so happy and cheerful in the morning. “Must be the benefits of having this new body” he thought. During the journey he browsed through Amélie’s phone, surprising himself knowing the password to access it. Suddenly he felt a strange urge. <<Let’s take a selfie Laura!>> he said to the girl beside him. A selfie?! He never took one in all his life. Why he suddenly felt compelled to take one? But he just went along with that strange new urge. After all Amélie was beautiful, it was only natural to want to capture such beauty. So he struck a pose, smiled and took a pic with her friend, immediately posting it on Instagram.

As he arrived at school he trotted happily to his class and instinctively sat at his new desk, while the last desk by the window which he occupied just the day prior remained empty. He only now asked himself what had been of his body. Had Amélie transformed into him just like he had transformed into her? Those thoughts quickly left his mind as soon as the professor entered the class. It sure was hard for Nicholas to stay focused during the day, given how he constantly got distracted by the new equipment hanging from his chest. Plus it felt so strange to sit with his legs crossed without anything getting in the way.

Soon enough the schoolday ended, and he was now supposed to go to Amélie’s volleyball practice. He smiled in anticipation to the thought of getting in the girls locker room and seeing all her teammates undressing. But when he was there he found himself completely indifferent to that. The sight of so many girls in their underwear would have seemed like heaven to him just the day prior, but now he found out he didn’t care and just got changed in his uniform. Maybe now that he had that hot body the other girls seemed like nothing to him. “Yes! That must be it!” he thought.

When the practice started he was supposed to strike. He felt very tense. He had never been good at sports. Even if he now had a very fit body he didn’t know anything about volleyball. Could he manage to get through it without anyone noticing something strange in him? But as he hit the ball with a perfect movement immediately scoring one point he felt relieved and filled with self-confidence. He managed to go brilliantly through the practice and in the late afternoon he got home, finally having some time for himself. That morning he was such in a hurry that he didn’t even take some time to check Amélie’s hot naked body. So he immediately got undressed leaving only his panties on, and started to caress his soft body and fondle his tits. It felt so good. He was thrilled.

Suddenly he noticed Amélie’s ipod laying on the desk. “Why not? A little music will be fun!”. So he wore the headphones and started to play the last song. It was Ariana Grande’s “Into you”. Fuck! He couldn’t stand that song! He had to suffer through it for the whole summer. Amélie definitely had bad taste in music. But he suddenly found himself shaking his head to the beat. It was so catchy, and Ariana’s voice sounded amazing. What was he talking about? He loved that song! He always did! And so he started to shake and dance half naked on the bed, ecstatic.

He suddenly heard his phone buzz. He checked it out and saw a new message. He looked at the preview. The sender was a guy named Thomas apparently. He opened it.

--- Hey babe! Do you want to hang out later? ---

Babe?! Did Amélie have a boyfriend?

“Of course I do!” he thought to himself. “He’s so sweet and gorgeous! He’s just so dreamy!”.

--- Sure baby! I’ll be ready in a minute :* --- he wrote as a response.

Amélie smiled happily. Her life seemed just so perfect in that moment.

For some reason her thought suddenly rushed to that empty desk that morning in class. Someone did not come to school. A boy. She strived to recall who he was. What was his name again? Nicholas? Yes that was it! He was always so silent and quiet. Why was she thinking about him anyway? She had to get ready for her date! “I have to look gorgeous for Thomas!” she thought.

** A little less conversation, and a little more touch my body, Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you**

The music was still playing loud in her ears. “I’ll just finish this song and then I’ll start to get ready”.

And so she kept dancing and shaking on her bed, happy, without anything bugging her.

Backfired

Requested by Diana :)

When Victor stumbled into the remote he didn’t know what to make of it. Why did he even pick it up from the ground? It looked like little more than a toy, why did he feel compelled to inspect it? It was covered in dials, and knobs, and the messages appearing on the screen made no sense. However there was something strangely intriguing in it, something that fascinated him. So he looked around to be sure that whoever had lost it wasn’t around, and he headed home while keeping messing with its controls trying to understand what they did. He was almost home when the pesky neighbor’s chihuahua ran towards him and started to annoy him like usual. What a pain in the ass! Why couldn’t his neighbors have a cool dog, like a rottweiler or a german shepard? He was trying to shoo it, when his finger slipped over one of the buttons, and as he did so the small dog changed in front of his eyes into a huge Saint Bernard. Victor couldn’t believe his eyes. That was impossible! And yet there it was, right in front of his eyes. He saw it transform. How? His neighbor then called for his dog, like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like that had always been is dog. Confused and still in disbelief he then looked at the remote. Could it be..? Did the remote do that? He tried to mess with the dials some more, but he still could not understand how the thing worked. Then he decided to try something else. He looked at his new car parked in the alley. Well, new just because his dad had just bought it for him as his first car, it was actually a total piece of junk. Just like he did before he focused and imagined it as something else. He then pushed what looked like the main button on the remote and… in the blink of an eye the car had changed into a shiny new Ferrari. He was speechless, and remained there transfixed looking at his new car with eyes wide open and mouth agape. Then his attention shifted towards the remote. His mind was flooded with thoughts about the amazing power he was now holding, and as his imagination sparked with countless ideas about what he could do with it a grin appeared on his face. The fun had just begun.

In the following days he learned how to use the remote. Despite the fact that the messages appearing on the screen were still unintelligible to him, he learned that as long as he focused on a particular object he could change it however he wanted just by using his imagination. Not only that, the reality would change as well with every use of the remote, so that nobody but him remembered the world like it used to be. And what did he do with such incredible powers? Well, whatever any 16 year old boy would do with it. He first made himself rich and handsome, then he used it to get all the girls he wanted at school, and overall he just satisfied every whim he had, getting whatever he wanted at the moment. He enjoyed the device for a whole week before that fatal day.

He had just chased his little brother away from his room. That little pest would constantly snoop around in his room, stealing his stuff, and overall annoying him. Victor wished he didn’t have to deal with that annoying little brat, and then he realized that he didn’t have to. He had always resisted the temptation to mess with his family members using the remote. Sure, he had already transformed plenty of people at school however he wanted, but to change his family was a whole different thing. However he did already mess a little with his mom’s mind so he would not have had to ever do chores again and always got whatever he wanted. Changing his little brother as well would have not been that much bigger of a step. He kept thinking about it, and he realized that there was no reason to just stop at his mind. He had no need for a little brother after all! What he was missing in his life was a girlfriend! Sure, he could have had any girl he wished, but the thought of creating his dream girl and getting rid of that pest at the same time amused him. He started to imagine her. A brunette with big tits, nice figure, perky butt, and most importantly a submissive attitude so she would have never annoyed him, and a wild libido so she would have always been down to fuck. Yes, he had her perfectly pictured in his mind. Just a couple more tweaks and she would have been perfect.

Then he was interrupted by his mom calling for him from downstairs. What did she want? Didn’t he make it so she would have never annoyed him anymore? He headed downstairs, not even realizing that he had unwisely left the remote laying on his bed. As soon as he realized that he rushed back to his room, but it was already too late. His nosy little brother had preceded him, and was already inspecting the remote.

<<What’s this remote you always carry with you?>>

<<That’s none of your business! Now give it back!>>

<<Come on tell me! What does it do?>>

<<I said give it back you little rat!>>

He started to fight with his little brother, struggling to get the remote away from his hands. Dammit! That brat sure had a strong grip! They struggled for a while, when suddenly his brother accidentally pushed the button. Immediately Victor felt weaker and frailer, and his whole body felt weird. He then noticed his now dainty hands clinging to the remote, and for the shock he let it go, stepping back and looking down at himself. The first thing he noticed were the big breasts hanging from his chest, and then the skirt he was wearing exposing his new toned legs. He passed his hands through his new long, black hair, and then he grabbed his breasts and squeezed them, which made him jolt. He screamed and started to fidget, and then he looked in front of him where his brother was standing with the remote still in his hands, staring at him in disbelief.

<<Victor? He… He’s that you?>>

Victor then turned towards the mirror, and as he saw his new reflection he felt like his heart could have stopped right there. He was an exact copy of the girl he wished to turn his brother into. Apparently the remote had still his wish memorized, but since it was his brother who had pushed the button the transformation affected him. But why did he still remember who he was? Shouldn’t reality have changed so he would have always been like that? Maybe it was because they were both holding the remote when the button was pressed. He didn’t have the time to think further about it, because his brother had already figured out what had just happened.

<<The remote… So that’s why things seem to always come your way and you get everything you want. Who knows how many things you have already changed with this? Did you change me?>>

<<Please, give it back to me. You have no idea what that remote is capable of.>>

<<Maybe you’re right, but I’m sure going to find that out.>>

<<I said give it back! You have to obey me! I’m your girlfriend! I mean… I’m your older brother… I think… Wait, who am I again?>>

<<Don’t you remember? You are my girlfriend babe.>>

<<Your girlfriend? Aren’t you a little too young for me?>>

<<Uhmm, maybe you’re right. I’ll fix that right away!>>

The kid messed a bit with the remote and pressed the button, and as he did so he aged several years.

<<There we go. What do you think then? Do you like me now?>>

<<Of course I do silly. Why wouldn’t I? You’re my hot stud!>>

<<Yeah, you bet I am! Now honey, why don’t we now make… Uhmm… what do grownups do when they’re together?>>

<<What do you mean sweety? Are you playing a game now? All right then, I’ll play along! I’m going to show you what grownups do.>>

The new girl then got close to her boyfriend and started to kiss him passionately, while reaching with her hands for his crotch. She then took out his dick which was already getting hard. She gave him a lusty look and then pushed him over the bed, took off her jacket and bra, and jumped over him, ready for a passionate session of love making. What little was left of Victor’s consciousness was rapidly fading away, leaving behind only the new girl’s memories and personality. Now he wasn’t the one in charge anymore. The remote had once again changed owner, and it was someone else’s turn to alter reality however he wanted.