“Yes mistress.” I said again, as she instructed me to cook her dinner for the fourth time this week.
My ankles were SO fucking sore, having had worn three-inch heels around the house to do all the housework for who I used to consider my girlfriend. Ever since she gained absolute control over me when that witch changed me into a blonde, she’s gotten a little out of hand.
“My pet,” she called me that now, I guess, “you’ve been such a doll, but I can’t help but miss the touch of a man.”
Alison stood close behind me, her fingers tracing the outline of my panties through the dress she made me wear. Over the past few days she’d made me wear all manner of feminine attire, even going so far as to buy me my own lingerie. The make-up and sexy poses she forced me in have almost become second nature…
“Mistress, does this mean you’ll turn me back into a man?” I asked, carefully, not giving eye contact as I tended to the meal.
“No, sweetie. It means I have a job for you tonight.” I could sense her menacing grin without looking. “I want you to find us a hot guy tonight and bring him here. I might even be willing to share him!”
The command was set. I grimaced as best as my face would let me. I felt Alison’s hand gripping my butt excitedly, leaning in to my neck to kiss me just below my ear. I swallowed, my eyes still focusing on my cooking, but knowing that my body would betray me and that I’d find myself taking some dude home with me tonight.
“W-why? Mistress, please…” I begged, knowing that it didn’t matter at this point.
“Mama wants dick, silly. And you don’t have a dick anymore. You’re too pretty for a dick. Isn’t that right?” She whispered into my ear, gripping my ass even harder, causing me to tense up.
“N-no… mistress, I can’t…” I shook my head. It was futile.
“Tell me you’re too pretty to have a dick.” She snapped.
“I’m too pretty to have a dick.” I replied, softly.
“That’s right!” She said, slapping my ass, causing a squeal to escape my lips. “I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense again, you hear me? If you’re going to talk about men, it will be like a horny woman looking for a good fucking.”
“B-but mistress, I just love cock! You know that, pl-please let me find a man tonight and bring him home to f-f-fuck me, too!” I clenched my fist, I didn’t want to say those things!
Alison plopped down on the couch and put her feet up. “We will see, my pet. We will see.” She mused further. “Your name is not Brett anymore, it’s Brittany now. Also, I want you to act confident and sexy around men. No more of this childish stuttering!”
I stared down at the food I was still preparing, my pampered blonde hair falling just into view. “Yes mistress.”
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My heels clicked on the cobblestones outside the bar I was headed for. My purse dangled lightly at my side. I didn’t really carry much on me, Angela said I probably wouldn’t need money.
I opened the door and was met by that familiar scent of booze and people. I scanned the room briefly, looking at the crowd for a suitable guy. In order to complete my command, I needed to score a hot man for my girlfriend.
Fuck this shit.
“Hey there, you looking for some company?” A drunk voice offered from behind me. I spun around and saw the guy checking out my ass.
Ugh. At least he wasn’t that attractive.
“Uhm, Yeah, but not with you. Sorry!” I smiled, turning back to the crowd and trying to make my way somewhere else.
“Pfft. Bitch.” I heard him spat. “Girls like you are always such cocksuckers. You should get a real man like me.”
I don’t know what it was, but suddenly I felt strange… Like I had made a mistake? I turned around to look at him again, and realized he *was* hot! Fuck, how did I miss that?
“Sorry, um, what was your name again?” I asked, walking back to him. I noticed his tattoos on his arms, and he looked at me strangely.
“Uhh, Dave. Wait, you just turned me down…?”
“Mmhmm, but maybe I changed my mind? You seem like way more of a real man, you know…” I twirled my hair. I just needed to get him home to Alison. “I’m Brittany, and I have a girlfriend at home that would just LOVE to meet you.”
“Changed your mind… girlfriend…?” He seemed lost. “Look babe, I just want pussy. You look like a good fuck…” he looked me up and down again, “…but I kinda wish you had bigger tits! Haha!”
I rolled my eyes, wishing he was a little smarter than this. Then, my chest started to swell, and I looked down in horror as my tits expanded, pushing out my bra.
Shit.
“What the…” Dave gazed at my new breasts, mystified. “Did I do that?”
“I, uh, have to go…” I crossed my arms over my chest, somehow fighting against my programming. I needed to get out of there, FAST.
“N-no, girl, stay a while.” Dave leaned in, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. “That’s interesting stuff. I wish you were a little shorter, too!”
I felt myself change further, shrinking down another few inches. “Uh… okay, I’ll stay…” I muttered. My feet wouldn’t allow me to move.
Dave looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Unfortunately for me, perhaps, the bar was crowded enough that no one was paying attention to us.
“Fuckin’ incredible. Come outside with me, Brittany.” He took my hand and I just… followed him. Conflicting thoughts rolled through my head: on one hand he was somehow also changing me, and on the other he was so fucking hot!
We went around the corner of the bar into the alleyway and he looked at me like he was crazed. “Take off your top.”
“Oh… okay.” I lifted my blouse over my head and revealed my now giant breasts to him. The bra I was wearing hardly covered them!
“What WON’T you do, babe!? Tell me you’re a good little cocksucker, too!”
“I’m a good little cocksucker, too…” I repeated to him.
“Hoo boy! I think I hit the fucking jackpot!” He cheered. “Forget about your little girlfriend, you’re coming with me!”
Girlfriend… girlfriend? “Um… what girlfriend?” I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him keep changing me like this! “Please, Dave, stop changing me… I can’t control it, you have to stop!”
“Pfft. And throw away a chance like this? You’re my girlfriend now, babe. And I want you to have a tattoo just like mine!” He laughed giddily.
My head was spinning. I put my arm up to my face and saw a swirl of ink crawling up it, creating an intricate tattoo sleeve. I thought I’d never had a tattoo before, but suddenly I felt like I could remember the pain I went through to get this one. I stopped to admire it before looking back at my drunk boyfriend still ogling my tits.
“God, Dave, why do you have to keep staring at my breasts? My eyes are up here.” I huffed, leaning into him. I was cold, and couldn’t for the life of me know why I would have removed my top out here.
He laughed again, seeming to sober up in the excitement. “Don’t be such a prude, Britt. You are a dirty little whore and you know it…”
Prude? Ha! I’ve never been a prude. “Mmhmm I know, baby.” I looked both ways to see if anyone might be watching, then got down on my knees in front of him. After all, I was a good little whore that loved sucking cock. I’ll show him!
“Gimme your dick, baby…” I said, reaching for his belt. He clumsily undid his pants and released his massive dick, and I didn’t want to wait. I slurped it into my mouth like a lollipop and feasted. It was sooo hot and musky!
“Fuck yeah, you’re so hot, girl. Ohh yeah.” He thrusted his dick deeper into my slutty little face, gripping my hair until it hurt. “Your name is Steph now, a good name for a cock slut Iike you! Come home with me.”
I licked his tasty precum and smiled up at my hunky boy toy. “Yeah, that’s my name, so, like, what? We gonna fuck at home? I want you to have sex with me right here!”
“Wish granted.” He took my hand and gestures me to stand up. He grabbed my waist and lifted my dress up until he could tug my panties down my hips. I leaned forward onto the brick wall in front of me and giggled.
“Oooh yes,” I said as I felt his wet dick tip rub against my ass. I was so horny, I wanted to explode!
“It would be hotter if you begged me,” I heard him say. “Beg me like a dumb broad.”
I NEEDED this! “Mmmm please baby, fuck me? Pleeeease? My pussy is so fucking wet, hon, put it in- oohhhhHH!”
I squealed as his dick slid into my dripping clit, and he wasted no time pumping his hard cock up inside me. My hands pressed against the rough wall as my world was transformed to dirty brick and flesh and cum. This was who I was, a dirty girl fucking her boyfriend in an alleyway.
“Yes, yes, yes, mmmm you’re so hard baby, please fuck me harder!” I screamed! I didn’t care! I was my man’s little dirty whore and if everyone at that bar found out I’d be turned on more! I massaged my clitoris as he fucked me from behind, and gasped as wave after wave of pleasure and ecstasy rocked me.
When he finally finished with me my cunt leaked his semen, and I pulled my panties up to start soaking it up. God I felt so god damn amazing!! I kissed my boyfriend with my stinky dicksucking mouth and playfully patted his hard crotch.
“Let’s do that again sometime, stud.” I winked, brushing my tousled hair back into place to regain some semblance of my feminine dignity.
He took my hand and called us a cab to go back to his place.
Have you ever heard the old story about Mad King Midas? According to legend, he made a wish that everything he touched would turn to gold. He apparently even turned his daughter to gold and that was what made him realise his wish was wrong. Sounds like just a crazy story huh? Well me and my boyfriend’s best-friend Liam thought so too, until one day when we were walking over to Jason’s house along the river, Liam spotted something glinting in the muddy river-bank and he went to investigate. I sighed impatiently, Liam was okay and for Jason’s sake I tried to get on with him – but I just wanted to get to Jason’s to be with my cute boyfriend and these delays were killing me.
Wading into the water Liam reached down and after some considerable tugging, slid out a mud-encrusted tarnished gold staff. Gawping at finding such a strange object in the river, he held it in stupefied wonder. It was nearly as tall as he was and it looked like it had been in the water for many years. How it had got there was a mystery. I was astounded too, what the hell was this thing? Then suddenly, as Liam gripped the staff, it suddenly glowed and the rich hue of the gold became visible again as it magically returned to pristine condition.
Greek writing along the length shone in the light, but the letters made no sense to me. However Liam seemed to understand them, perhaps as he was holding the staff and he began to read aloud.
“This is the staff of Princess Midas. Made by the power of my fathers touch at my spoiled demand. Whomever holds my staff shall have my feminine power. My touch will awaken lust and greed within you. My touch will make you into a manipulative slut. And my touch will become your touch – to corrupt and control others at your whim. Anyone you touch will be reshaped to your desire.”
As he finished reading, the staff glowed – activating as its power awakened. Liam moaned, his hand around the gold transforming as his nails turned pink and his hand became smaller. A wave of golden energy rippled down his arm, wherever it passed, leaving his body more feminine and sexy.
I watched in amazement as my boyfriends plain and boring friend transformed into the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She made me look like a drab and ugly cow and I felt jealousy burn in my breast as I saw how beautiful Liam was becoming. It seemed the legends of Midas were wrong – he didn’t turn his daughter to gold, but into a vixen instead.
“Ohhhhh it feels so good, soooooo amazing,” groaned Liam as the magical energy changed him and he threw back his head in pleasure.
As I continued to watch, the golden wave reached Liam’s chest and spread both up and down. His clothing transformed into a pretty bra and panties as he grew two firm rounded breasts which filled the cups of his new bra snugly and to my further jealousy must have been at least a D cup. His hips widened and his cock retracted. His face became gorgeous and hot as expensive lipstick coated his pouting mouth, and his lashes darkened and lengthened. Liam’s hair now tumbled down his back in an elegant wave and as the transformation reached his feet and his other hand, he completely changed into a woman.
“Ohhhhhh mmmmhhhhhh, yes the power… the power is mine and I feel so fucking good!” moaned Liam in a sexy voice as he shifted stance and stood with the staff in his hand and his hips cocked dangerously. “Yes, make me into a spoiled Princess… give me your power and make me into a slut, I LOVE IT!”
“Liam are you okay?” I asked fearfully as the new woman seemed to notice me for the first time and laughed a low wicked laugh.
“Am I okay? I’m more than okay. I feel so alive… so wicked and powerful. Liam? Ha, what a fucking boring name. I think I’ll call myself Lara now.”
The corrupting touch of the staff had warped my boyfriends friend into a beautiful, but totally evil bitch. He was lost now to his wicked new personality and there was no hint of kindness in Lara’s slutty eyes as she cruelly smiled and I saw her thinking about what she was going to do to me.
Stepping forward Lara put her hand on my chest and squeezed one of my small boobs. “Pathetic,” she gloated and I whimpered as a wave of golden energy surged through my own body. “You’re pathetic and you don’t deserve a man like Jason. You’re a lesbian now and you worship me completely – though you still have some feelings for Jason.”
“Yes Goddess,” I whimpered – now completely enslaved to her will and helplessly in love with Lara.
Lara insisted we carry on to Jason’s. When we got there he was out, so we let ourselves in and Lara decided to check her appearance out in the mirror. She lent her staff by the wall next to the bed and commanding me to sit quietly in the corner and not move began examining herself.
“I really am a Goddess aren’t I?” she sighed in self admiration and without a hint of irony as I realised this bitch was completely narcissistic, self-absorbed and slutty. “Mmmmmmh, this is great – I have the power to make people do whatever I want and change them however I want. This is so hot.”
Suddenly the door opened and my Jason walked in. I wanted to shout or warn him, but I couldn’t as my Goddess swayed over to him and he groaned as she caressed his face lovingly with her sexy hand. A wave of golden energy flowed through his body as her touch corrupted him. “You’re my boyfriend now Jason, you and I were destined to be together. Now fuck me in front of this little bitch.”
I wanted to cry as Jason obeyed and began taking off his clothes. I saw that his cock was now even bigger than before and Lara had transformed his body slightly to make him even stronger and sexier.
“I always wondered how it would feel to be a hot girl,” laughed Lara as she mounted my boyfriend by lowering herself onto his throbbing cock whilst she made me kneel and watch, “Oooooh, to get ahhhhh fucked in my tight pussy and have a mans cum filling me up. Mmmmmmh, so far it feels pretty wonderful.”
Lara giggled as she began to bounce up and down on Jason’s cock. The staff in the corner glowed gold in the sun as I helplessly watched my Goddess take my boyfriend from me.
“Ohhh yes, Jason! Your cock feels soooooo good inside me. I love being a bitch, I love having this power!”
Hot wet slaps filled the air as Lara’s tight pussy took all of Jason’s cock deep inside and she rubbed her clit – cumming and moaning like a whore as she rode him to multiple orgasms and revelled in her sluttiness.
“Yes… cum inside me baby,” giggled Lara as Jason started to groan and buck. Then he was cumming deep inside her hungry pussy – filling her up and causing her to smile and shiver with pleasure. “Good boy,” she purred finally sliding up and off his cock. Cum dripped out of her shaven pussy as she stuck a finger in and licked some. “Go clean up whilst I have your ex-girlfriend lick me out…”
I had no choice as Jason left the room and I took his place on the bed. Lara ground her crotch into my face as I eagerly licked and cleaned Jason’s mess. “That’s it bitch, lick it all up and make me cum,” purred Lara – lost in pleasure – her eyes closed and concentrating on cumming again.
As I worshiped my Mistress, I knew I would be Lara’s pussy slave from now on. I would have to watch her fuck my boyfriend and lord it over me every day. I had no way to escape my fate… or did I? Suddenly I realised the golden staff of Midas was near to my arm against the bed. Lara was lost in pleasure and not concentrating. If I could get the staff, would I get the power of Midas? Would Lara lose it? Could I even reach?
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