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a medium closeup color portrait photo of seleneparkersd15-80 with black hair, wearing distressed denim sorts, wearing fishnet stockings, wearing a simple open black leather biker jacket, wearing a black choker, wearing black combat boots
new red hed: sdxl_amandrow
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hannah baker: TrualityCampus_Pookie
Chloe: DV_S2_Shirin_Vicious or DV_S2_Reese_Vicious PROBABLY THIS:Merger_monique_delust
potential white guy:l3wis_n0texist
Asian woman:VG08_SoloTI_v1
bigboobymilf: Instagram_Influencer_148_By_Stable_Yogi
Black woman? Merger_alice_lupecintaMK2
mother figure:MarciaCipher or m3ryl_n0texist
black dude: m3ryl_n0texist
mexican: DV_Aurora_Vicious
cute white woman; VeronicaCipher
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Welcome to <strong>"My Body is Your Body,"</strong> an erotic interactive game designed for mature audiences. This game contains explicit sexual content and is intended for players who are 18 years of age or older. All characters depicted in this game are over the age of 18.
This story will involve some themes of body swapping, shapeshifting, and identity theft. There are also sexual themes that may include indirect implications of rape.
This game's story is inspired by <em>The Jade Ring</em> by Decker and NandiBear, so please go check out that game if you enjoy this!
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<span class="btn">[[Start->Scene 1]]</span>
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<span id="heading" class="fadein heading">Act 1</span>
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You are sitting in your car, a 2006 Poyota. You were given this car by your relatives, it got you through all of high school, and it's still going even after a few 100,000 miles were put on it.
<img src="images/yourcar.jpg" alt="a 2006 Poyota, still going strong" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:1em auto;">
You take a quick look in your rearview mirror, your name is Ethan Caldwell. You are a run-of-the-mill white guy, not ugly, not a supermodel either. Your brown hair is styled in a medium-length middle part. You are 5'11", brown eyes, you have a somewhat lean body, however, not lean to the point of being fit. You have a laid-back and calm demeanor. Probably the only defining feature about you is the heavy bags under your eyes, either from lack of sleep or something else.
<img src="images/ethanback.jpg" alt="the back of your normal head" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:1em auto;">
You are sitting in your car, a bit anxious as per usual. You never liked going out, but your friends insisted you come. You don't even like to drink either, but that is besides the point. Right now you are contemplating whether or not you should even leave your car; you could be at home reading something or playing a nice story game.
<span class="btn">[[Regardless, you shrug, open the door of your car and exit->Crooked Ladder Parking Lot]]</span>
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<img src="images/crookedladderbar.jpg" alt="the Crooked Ladder" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
You lock your car behind you and look up and see the bar. <strong>The Crooked Ladder.</strong> It's a bar that your friends frequent almost every weekend. It's a relatively standard bar, not super dingy, not super high class, just a regular college-town dive bar. Thankfully for you, it isn't super popular, so you don't have to worry about any waits or anything getting in. You've been a couple of times, either to celebrate after a hard test or just to catch up every once in a while; however, it isn't a place you love going to, you are a bit of an introvert after all.
You take a breath of air; it's a pretty nice night in the quaint little town of Meadowgrove, all things considered. The sun had already set, so a nice cloudy overcast has developed. There is a slight spring breeze that makes your simple green college hoodie and jeans feel extra comfortable.
You go to a college in the same town, Whitmore University. It's not a very big college, but it's by no means small. You and your friends had just wrapped up midterms, comprised of countless nights of studying for your honors-level finance classes. Thankfully, your hard work academically has seemed to have paid off; you have an upcoming internship this summer at Evercrest Capital, a very high-profile investment bank. Admittedly, getting this kind of opportunity as an undergrad is completely unheard of, and although many would say you are pretty gifted mathematically, you hesitate to admit it and even sometimes find yourself questioning the validity of the opportunity.
Regardless, despite the struggles, you have to admit that it feels good to have something solid this summer, something that can hopefully lead to bigger things for yourself. You relax your shoulders and remember that maybe you can learn to unwind a bit, even despite the social anxiety of a bar-type setting.
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<span class="btn">[[You stretch your arms behind your back and walk into the bar.->Crooked Ladder Bar]]</span>
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You open the door of the bar. There isn't any bouncer or anything, which is uncommon, especially for a college town. Regardless, the bar actually looks a bit nicer than you remember. It seems a bit cleaner, but that's where the differences end. The bar is relatively quiet despite the number of people inside. You see a few familiar faces, not of people you really know much outside of class, but still familiar.
<img src="images/crookedladderinterior.jpg" alt="inside of the bar" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
You do notice the very slight smell of beer, something that you really don't like. Further, it's something that reminds you of yet another reason why you don't like going to bars. As you are looking around, somewhat analytically scanning the room, your gaze meets one of your best friends, <span class="dialogue">''Lucas Moreno''</span>. Next to him, you notice <span class="aaron-emphasis">''Aaron Kim''</span>, your other best friend.
You give Lucas a lookover; he's about the same height as you, but athletic, with short brown hair and warm eyes. He's wearing a long-sleeve waffle shirt and jeans. He's Hispanic, has a sharp jawline, with light stubble across his face. He has had his fair share of relationships in the short few years you have known him, and it could be inferred that his relative attractiveness and outgoing energy play a big role in that. Despite that, he is an extremely kind person, albeit he isn't one to get super deep and makes you wonder if there are other things going on in his life.
<img src="images/lucasmoreno1.png" alt="Lucas Moreno" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
Aaron, a skinny Korean man, has jet-black, neatly trimmed hair, with a longer combed-over style. He's got angular cheekbones, sharp brown eyes, and a smooth complexion. He is the most methodical of the three of you, constantly observing others and oftentimes can find himself quiet in thought and completely miss anything you say to him. He is studying an undergraduate degree in Biology, where he hopes to eventually become an ER surgeon. He is oftentimes the voice of reason that prevents Lucas from going completely overboard on things.
<img src="images/aaronkim1.png" alt="Aaron Kim" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
Lucas is still looking at you with a warm smile, waiting for your arrival at the table. Aaron glanced a few times, almost like he was inspecting you and calculating the amount of time it would take for you to get to the table.
<span class="btn">[[You wrack and compose yourself and stride over to the table.->Friends Table in the Bar]]</span>
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<div class="passage-section">
<span class="dialogue">"...and then he just stood there, completely frozen, like he didn't recognize himself in the mirror. It was kind of hilarious, honestly,"</span> Lucas said with a light chuckle at the end.
Aaron rolled his eyes. <span class="aaron-emphasis">"Classic. Some people really freak out when they see even the smallest change in themselves. You don't get it." </span>
Lucas shifts his gaze from Aaron to you, and gives you another big warm smile. <span class="dialogue">"There he is! I thought you might flake on us again!"</span>
You wince a bit at that comment, feeling guilty about your introverted nature. Luckily, it seems you arrived at the perfect time, right at the end of one of their conversations. The two of them look up at you as you approach their table. You give Aaron a firm handshake while he is still sitting. Meanwhile, Lucas stands up, walks around the table, and gives you a big bear hug. It seems he had already drank a decent amount since you had gotten there.
You take a seat in one of the two empty chairs at their square and secluded table.
<span class="ethan-emphasis">"Seems you are having a good time already,"</span> you say in a slight mocking tone.
<span class="dialogue">"Hey, just because you don't like beer, doesn't mean other people can't,"</span> Lucas responds, slurring his words a little. Lucas isn't an alcoholic, but tonight he seems a bit carried away with celebrations after midterms. Although he may seem drunk, you are familiar with his tendencies and know that in a moment's notice, Lucas could sober up immediately.
<span class="aaron-emphasis">"How were your midterms? I know you had that midterm in FINC 421, and I heard from a couple of my friends that it was brutal,"</span> Aaron asked, almost squinting at you.
<span class="ethan-emphasis">"Uh yeah, it wasn't terrible, although you really didn't feel like I studied enough for it. I think I passed, but it was definitely the hardest test I've taken in my life,"</span> you said, trying to be humble about your performance.
<span class="dialogue">"Yeah, says you! Evercrest probably already paid the professor off so they can get you in their office faster!"</span> Lucas said, again slurring his words.
You go silent for a very brief moment, clearly shocked by this almost hostile comment. Lucas notices and immediately sobers up, realizing he said something rude and unintended, clearly affected by the alcohol.
<span class="dialogue">"I didn't mean that, sorry, but seriously that test was ridiculous! You swear that Value-at-Risk section was written in a different language. You still can't believe the professor only let us bring a notecard as a cheat sheet! Ridiculous,"</span> Lucas said, quickly dispelling any anxieties or offenses that may be going through your head. <span class="dialogue">"Regardless! A more important matter, when are you going to let me wingman for you and get you a girl! You really should try talking to a girl at least once, man! God knows I'd love for some blonde babe to walk in right now"</span> Lucas said, taking a drink of his draft beer.
Being introverted and admittedly a bit anxious socially, you really couldn't be bothered with talking with women, let alone juggling a relationship with your classes. At the same time, you have thought about it—how you do really want to try expanding your social skill and try your hand once. Deep in thought for a brief moment, you completely missed that Aaron went to the bar and got you a whiskey soda. He sets it down in front of you and rouses you from your thought. <span class="ethan-emphasis">"Thanks, Aaron."</span>
<span class="aaron-emphasis">"Yeah, no problem. I thought you might be thirsty. But anyways, you do agree with Lucas, Ethan. You should try talking with women a few times; maybe it can help a bit with your social anxiety, and it might even help you perform even better at your internship,"</span> Aaron states, giving a more analytical view on talking to women than you or Lucas ever have. It didn't entirely convince you that you needed to become a social butterfly, but it did give you a bit of confidence that your friends are here to back you up in case you decide to be a bit more social.
<span class="dialogue">"And who exactly would you talk to? I am not exactly the type of person to abruptly go up to a lady with some corny pickup line and seduce her..."</span>
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<span class="btn">[[You trail off in the middle of your statement, as you see the instant counter-argument walk into the bar.->Selene enters]]</span><div class="passage-section">
Your eyes veer away from Aaron during your comment and focus on a new face entering the bar. You've never seen her before in your few years here, but she is special. She walks in with a kind of unhurried confidence, strutting through the building to the bar counter. She is pretty tall, just slightly shorter than you. Her body lean but not fragile. Her long legs carrying her lithe body in such a way that is graceful and confident. A subtle curve to her hips gives balance and a seductive shape to her frame. There is a faint arch in her stance that //''oozes''// a subtle sexuality that could entice anyone watching. Her chest, although modest, very clearly holds the outline of pert breasts, especially from the angle you are watching.
<img src="images/selenewalkingbur.png" alt="Selene walking (blurred)" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
You had been completely magnetized by her body, and you had to mentally refocus yourself for a moment. You are obviously attracted to women, and have had your fair share of glances at beautiful women, but you have never been one to stare, to mentally undress a woman like you just did. You didn't even know what she was wearing. It was an extremely strange and almost alarming feeling that your normally nonjudgmental nature was completely warped like that. You strengthened yourself and resolved to move your attention away from her body and more to her clothing, to hopefully gain a bit of self-respect back.
She was about to take a seat at the opposite end of the bar counter, where time almost froze for you as you gazed. She was wearing distressed denim shorts that hugged her hips and thighs; these were layered over black fishnet tights that carried a rebellious edge. These seemingly melted slightly into her thighs as well. Her upper body was adorned with a snug, sleeveless black top, cropped just enough to hint at her midriff. All this black clothing deeply contrasted, as well as in a way complemented, her pale complexion, all of her dark clothing highlighting the places where skin showed even more. Time resumed, and she adjusted her small black leather jacket and gracefully placed her black combat boots on the supporting beams of the high chair at the bar counter.
You couldn't see her actual face from this angle, but there was this overwhelming feeling that she was gorgeous. No, this overwhelming feeling that her facial structure was //''divine''// and could only be described as a face that God had intended only you to see. From her side profile, you could make out a defined clean jawline, a narrow pert nose, and the beginnings of dark seductive makeup. Finally, your eyes landed on her gorgeous hair, her jet-black mane falling down over her shoulder and onto her upper back like a black waterfall. You followed the flow of this waterfall down her body as your mind restarted its intense sexual analysis of this woman.
<img src="images/Selenesittingblur.png" alt="Selene sitting (blurred)" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
This whole analysis happened over the course of about 10 seconds, at the end of which Aaron had finally had enough of waiting for you to finish your thought. <span class="aaron-emphasis">"If we can't even get you to finish a sentence about a woman, we have a lot of work to do to get you to talk to a woman,"</span> Aaron said matter-of-factly, still a bit perplexed by your sudden silence.
You snapped out of your trance for just a moment, reeling your eyes back to your two friends.
<span class="btn">[[That is until this woman, almost uncannily, stands up with a drink in her hand, rotates her body to you and, almost as if she sensed your desire, began walking toward you. ->Selene approaches]]</span>
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Your eyes anxiously bounce back and forth between Aaron in front of you and the mysterious beauty that is rapidly, but extremely gracefully, approaching. Since this woman was coming from behind Aaron, he had not had the opportunity to see her; however, during all of this, Lucas had been equally entranced by this lady.
Her black leather boots clomped on the floor as she finally made it to your table. She grabbed the sole empty seat, slid it back, and smoothly settled her body in the chair, in a mechanical, fluid motion. She immediately crossed her legs, allowing the flesh of her top leg's luscious thigh to squish sensually on top of the other leg.
<img src="images/seleneapproachingblur.png" alt="Selene approaching (blurred)" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
Both you and Lucas are still quite entranced, as Aaron, completely boggled by the sudden and seemingly random arrival of this woman, reacts and pulls you two out of your hypnosis, <span class="aaron-emphasis">"Um... hello? Do we know each other?"</span> Aaron asks inquisitively, still a bit perplexed. Being analytical as he is, he notices that this woman, for the somewhat long 10–15 seconds she's been seated here, has not once taken her eyes off you.
Both you and Lucas escape your dream-like state; with your eyes, as if suddenly granted permission to move, you begin darting around anxiously, trying intently not to meet her gaze again in embarrassment. Your cheeks flush like you've been caught doing something you aren't supposed to. Lucas, a bit slower to regain his composure, clears his throat awkwardly, his posture stiffening, though a small, crooked smile betrays his lingering fascination.
Lucas, finally composed, leans back in his chair, with a grin spreading across his face. <span class="dialogue">"Alright, alright... let's do the formalities before I lose my mind here. This here is Ethan, that concerning Korean is Aaron, and my handsome self is Lucas."</span>
During this introduction, however, this woman still hasn't averted her gaze from you. Briefly after Lucas finished his statement, without her eyes leaving you, this woman leaned forward slightly, giving the faintest hint of cleavage to you alone, raised her hand to shake yours, and said, <span class="purple-emphasis">"My name is Selene. It's ''nice'' to meet you."</span> To reiterate, this "Selene" hadn't moved her eyes once from you, effectively not even acknowledging the other two at the table. You anxiously and quickly took her hand and gave it a quick little shake before retreating it back to the side of your body.
Selene, finally breaking her piercing gaze over you, shifted in character, finally acknowledging the other two gentlemen at the table. It's almost as if the other two didn't even notice the freaky, unfaltering focus that Selene had on you. You again tried to recompose himself, and in the meantime, Selene immediately engaged in conversation with your two friends. She hadn't shook their hands or made any equivalent acknowledgment of their existence like she had with you, but the other two completely disregarded it for some reason.
<span class="btn">[[Selene began to speak. ->Selene Asks Questions]]</span>
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You were still in complete and utter awe of what just transpired. This woman, this absolutely stunning woman sitting next to them, engaged in the most randomly normal conversation with your two friends, as if they had been friends forever.
You immediately began to study her again, this time focusing on her face, and to be frank, she was absolutely stunning. You allowed your eyes to gloss over her every facial detail, taking in everything as if you were imprinting her face into your permanent memory.
Her skin was pale but luminous, almost porcelain in smoothness, with just enough warmth to make her look alive rather than ethereal. A faint dust of freckles was spread across her nose and upper cheeks. Her cheekbones, high and sculpted. Her jawline clean and defined. Her lips, full and rosy with a subtle curve of sensuality, parting slightly every time she stopped speaking, drawing your gaze ever further into her visage. Her large almond-shaped eyes, holding a depth you've never seen before. Her dark eyeliner tracing their edges, accentuating the hazel depths. Her gaze was intense and unblinking. Her eyebrows naturally arched, but dark and expressive, lending nuance to every glance. Her nose straight and narrow, refining her face in symmetry. And finally, that jet-black waterfall, framing this entire face in the most entrancing backdrop. Amidst their ongoing conversation, of which for some reason no one made mention of the fact that you made no effort to participate, Selene gave a quick but clearly intentional glance at you, with one stroke of her eyes going to your eyes, then to your lips, and back to your eyes before returning to your friends once more.
<img src="images/selenesittingatableblur.png" alt="Selene sitting at a table (blurred)" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
After her very intentional peek at your features, some sexual fire aroused in you to the point that it took your entire being to keep you from overpowering her and doing unheard-of things to her. You have never, ever felt this feeling before, but it was strong, no, completely suffocating. Like it was taking every fiber of your being to restrain yourself, but fortunately, you did. Selene gave a quick devious smirk, seemingly intended, once again, only for your eyes.
With that, your mind was, in a sense, released temporarily from this sexual stranglehold, and further, you realize now that subconsciously, you had been listening to their entire conversation. And strangely enough, every single question that was uttered from her mouth pertained to you: your hobbies, major, family, skills, where you lived, etc. Very puzzling, but for some reason it didn't bother you. And it clearly didn't bother your friends either, as they happily obliged every question, without ever stopping to ask you, or rather, even let you answer any of them. Either they were entranced by her just as you were, or they were just happy to help you get laid or get a girlfriend or whatever.
All this analysis, however, was cut short when Selene abruptly switched her focus away from your friends to you. Her eyes flickered back and forth between your two eyes, just before uttering a question to you, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Would you mind helping me with something?"</span> There was some sort of false innocence there that you couldn't quite prove, something almost wicked hidden under this false pretense of asking for help. But your body didn't care; you were overtly aroused, and it was overtaking your logical thinking. And once again, your friends didn't seem to care either.
<span class="dialogue">"Go help her, Ethan!"</span> Lucas encouraged.
<span class="aaron-emphasis">"Yeah, it's fine, we'll wait here for you,"</span> Aaron stated, supporting Lucas' encouragement.
<img src="images/seleneleadingyoublur.png" alt="Selene leading you (blurred)" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
Selene gracefully rose from her chair and smoothly grabbed your arm, pulling you out of your chair and with her away from the table. She clearly wasn't using much force, but it was as if you weighed as light as a feather, easily submitting to her faux strength. Lucas chuckled and gave you a quick thumbs-up as she pulled you along. You and she glided through patrons all the way towards the bathroom, the women's bathroom, to be precise.
<span class="btn">[[Selene pulled you into the bathroom and then locked the door. ->Selene brings you to the bathroom]]</span>
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This bathroom was a public bathroom with multiple stalls, and as a public bathroom was normally unlocked. Selene quickly chagned this fact, locking the door behind you both, leaving you here locked in a bathroom with a gorgeous woman.
Selene let go of your hand and looked at your eyes with an <span class="purple-emphasis">''intense''</span> fervo and sexual desire, such that she would not let you go without satisfying it. Fortunately for you, your general meekness and shyness seemingly left you the moment you laid your eyes on her. Then unexpectedly, she began to undress, first taking off her leather jacket and kicking off her boots. Next, her denim shorts fell to the ground, where she kicked them away. Then, she seductively brought both her arms over the top of her top and slowly, <span class="purple-emphasis">''sensually''</span>, peeled it off, and tossed it aside. This striptease highlighted her body's gorgeous sexuality. Her perky modest breasts, estimated B-cup in size, were encased in a gorgeous black lace bra, and equally her hips and ass were encased in equally sexy black lace panties.
<img src="images/selenelingeriebathroomblur.png" alt="Selene in a bathroom, blurred" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
She then stood there, as if waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, she commanded you, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Strip."</span> A fiery smirk flashed across her face, and you happily obliged. You unbuckled your pants, threw off your shirt and hoodie removed your underwear, and stood there buck naked. It was like this sexual desire completely possessed you; you had no control.
You began to approach her, slowly, completely enthralled and figuratively foaming at the mouth. It was so unbelievably unlike you that it almost pulled you out of your intense focus on her. However, this faltering focus was regained by Selene's arousing words, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Do you like my body?"</span> she said, tracing her fingers over her torso, her stomach, down to her thighs still encased in the fishnet stockings. Her fingers then scratched over her fishnets and briefly touched the front of her panties, teasing you.
Her hands then rose seductively, once more tracing her stomach, to her breasts, unclasping the bra and holding it against them, squeezing them. Before finally releasing her bra and letting it drop to the floor. Her perky, creamy pale breasts sat there in full glory, and you stood there in awe. You had been so focused on her, you hadn't realized your penis had been rock hard, and arguably felt bigger than usual. It didn't matter that you took another step towards her.
<img src="images/selenecommandingbathroomblur.png" alt="Selene commanding in a bathroom, blurred" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
<span class="purple-emphasis">"Uh uh,"</span> Selene said seductively, wagging her finger side to side, with one hand still groping her breast, <span class="purple-emphasis">"You need to answer a few questions first."</span> You nodded, without uttering a word. Selene then stripped and uncoiled her fishnets, tossing them aside once more. She then, with one hand on her breast, brought her other hand to her panties and began to reach inside towards her pussy. <span class="purple-emphasis">"Do you like my body, ''Ethan''?"</span> She said with a seductive pause when she said your name. You simply nodded up and down like some mute who never learned to talk. <span class="purple-emphasis">"You need to ''speak'' Ethan."</span> She stated firmly.
<span class="ethan-emphasis">"Yes,"</span> You muttered, still completely in the control of the woman before you.
<span class="btn">[[She then asked you to do a strange thing. ->The final act]]</span>
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<span class="purple-emphasis">"Lay,"</span> she directed. It was a bit of an odd request, in your eyes. The floor wasn't the cleanest; in fact, it was a bit gross, to be honest. You were beginning to question even complying, and moreover, what exactly she even wanted from you, until Selene once again spoke, <span class="purple-emphasis">"''Pleasee''?"</span> She drew out the please in a very seductive and flirtatious way, such that all your questions were immediately quelled, and despite being stark naked, you lay your body on that somewhat unclean bar bathroom floor.
As you lay there, she strutted towards you, slowly, sensually. In the middle of her strut, she erotically hooked her hands underneath her panties and began to wiggle them, smoothly, all whilst walking, down her legs until eventually she pulled one leg through a hole and used her other leg to flick her sexy lingerie to the side.
Selene then lowered herself onto your thighs, without allowing your penis to enter her sacred body. She looked your body up and down with hunger and intent. She then spoke again, however, this time with more conviction and purpose, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Do you want my body Ethan?" </span>You simply nodded, completely submitted to my carnal desires for her body.
<img src="images/selenekneelingblur.png" alt="Selene kneeling, blurred" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
<span class="purple-emphasis">"I need a verbal yes ''Ethan''," </span>she stated sensually but precisely, now allowing her hands to roam over your thighs and lower body, orbiting but not touching your genitals. Teasing you. Something in your soul felt uneasy about the whole situation, but you did not care.
<span class="ethan-emphasis">"Yes,"</span> you stated, almost like someone else had used your mouth to say that word, to utter that response.
Selene smiled, although this time it was different from that devious and intensely attractive smirk you had seen before. It was almost like it was joy, happiness, relief. Your analysis of this was cut short by yet another command by Selene.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"I'm a kinky lady, ''Ethan'', would you mind if I did something to satisfy my kinky urges?"</span> she softly whispered, lowering her face closer to your own, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Please?"</span> Something possessed you, and you nodded urgently. It seemed this time, the nonverbal answer was sufficient as she abruptly rose up from your thighs, walked over, and grabbed her leather jacket, bra, and panties. She prowled back over to you with these items in hand, one leg in front of the other, before crouching and tying your legs together with her jacket. Your eyes grew a bit wide and you very briefly began to resist before Selene spoke again, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Uh uh, you already agreed, no going back now ''Ethan'',"</span> she said sedctively once more, and she was right, you had no power in yourself to protest. You watched as she secured your legs tightly, then walked around to your hands and did the same. She then positioned herself on your thighs once more and looked longingly into your eyes. A quick flash of guilt flickered through her eyes for a moment before returning to her usual piercing and erotic gaze.
She then leaned over your body, her breast grazing your chest, your penis pressing against her stomach. Her face reached centimeters away from yours. You felt her breath, smelled her indulgent scent. She then commanded you one final time, <span class="purple-emphasis">"''Ethan'' say yes to this... say yes to ''us''," </span>her voice breathy and whispering, dripping with allure.
You are completely overcome with arousal and pent-up sexual urges. Logic and reasoning are no longer functioning in my brain. Your eyes once more study her sexy body, her gorgeous face. You are completely smitten, completely absorbed by her. You begin to open your mouth, beginning to shape your lips into the shape such that you could utter the word 'yes' to her. However, amidst that extremely brief time frame, Selene begins muttering repetitively, as if praying, <span class="purple-emphasis slow-shake">"Foedere te ligo, corpus meum corpus tuum est. , Foedere te ligo, corpus meum corpus tuum est, Foedere te ligo, corpus meum corpus tuum est."</span>
<span class="btn">[[Amidst her chanting you mutter, "Yes.". ->The Ritual begins]]</span>
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Selene then smiles, a wide smile, so wide that it almost scares you. However, you are too sexually aroused to care. She shoves her panties into your mouth, making it extremely difficult to breathe and impossible to speak. She leans away from your face, finally, and grasps your penis firmly. Her smooth, somewhat frigid hands grant you immense pleasure. Almost impossibly so.
Selene, whilst looking over your body lustfully, gracefully raises herself up and lowers herself onto your cock. She begins grinding on your cock, her ass and thighs jiggling as she does so. She is quietly moaning and huffing in pleasure. Her cheeks flush, her eyes closing. She begins to run her hands through her hair, and that joyful, relief-like smile erupts across her face once more.
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<span class="purple-emphasis">"Finally," she says</span> with the smile still stretched across her face. She has begun bouncing up and down, up and down, her hands roaming all over the place in ecstasy. Her hands travel from her breasts, back up to her hair, over her face, back down to her stomach, and then onto your belly. She stabilizes herself and continues to bounce. <span class="purple-emphasis">"''Ethan'', ''Ethan'', this feels so good. Thank you ''Ethan''." </span>You didn't care, you continued to match her bouncing with your own thrusts, until eventually you burst, cum shooting into her uterus. Your penis is erupting with so much that you have never seen before.
Although your thrusts had stopped she is still grinding on you, except now she is looking into your eyes, along with her joyful relief she seemed to experience, that tinge of sadness and guilt once again comes across her eyes. Somehow, you are still pent up, despite cumming, you still need more. Some carnal desire is pushing you forward. Your mind ignores all alarm bells except temporarily, when you witness and feel something you will never forget.
In your moment of extreme heat, you get a very brief moment of clarity in which you witness a change in Selene, who is still bouncing on your cock. Not a mental change, not a change in demeanor, a change in physical appearance. You actually feel her feet against your knees; it feels extremely strange, almost like a ripple feeling, like a stress ball that was made more of liquid than solid was being distorted and pressed against your knees. And then something even stranger is felt, hair. You glance down, Selene still in a euphoric state of riding your cock, and notice something completely unheard of: her feet are uncharacteristically large, and moreover, hairy. You would've noticed that right away, or at least so you thought.
You brushed it aside, assuming you were just going through some euphoric hallucination, until you began that same feeling along your thighs, except this time it was accompanied by a grotesque <span class="undulate-text">sloshing</span> and <span class="transform-text">crunching sound</span>. It sounds as if someone is stepping on twigs on a gravel road. You glance again and see her legs are no longer smooth and pale, but rather they've taken on a slight olive color. Further, you watch as they continue to <span class="transform-text">crack and contort</span> as they seemingly increase in mass, and further hair is growing rapidly from them.
This is so extremely odd that you almost faint, until you begin feeling an intense pleasure arising from your feet and legs, as popping and cracking sounds fill the room rapidly. Your feet and legs ripple and transition to a pale, luminous tone. They become thinner, more //''feminine''//. Further, you feel as though your body is being lifted, as you feel fat and muscle flood into your ass. All the while, Selene is still bouncing on your penis joyfully, her face pointed to the ceiling, almost laughing in glee.
<span class="btn">[[Crunching sounds begin to erupt from Selene. ->Ritual Part 2]]</span>
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You thought you had slept for hours or maybe even days, but it looks like you were out for maybe a minute or two. Selene was still huffing and panting, but she began to rise and grab your clothes. She finally caught her breath and dressed in your whole ensemble. This imposter looked exactly like you. Even down to a random mole you found on your neck last week,
You were in shock. You were no longer overwhelmed with that carnal arousal. In fact, you are awe-struck at how that even happened. You have never once had that feeling, let alone ever acted on it. And how does this even happen? Why did this happen? So many questions were raging through your mind until panic set in. You were here, bound by clothes that weren't your own, with an imposter parading around in your body.
Selene had finished dressing in your clothes. She was looking at herself (himself now) in the mirror, brushed his hand over his new face, smiled in front of the mirror as to check his teeth, and brushed his hand through his new hair. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He held it to his face and unlocked it, scrolling and looking through the apps on it.
At this point, you began to struggle trying to escape your binds. Your muffled feminine grunts made enough noise to draw Selene's (now Ethan's) attention.
<span class="ethan-emphasis">"Listen, I understand this is a lot,"</span> 'Ethan' paused for a moment, <span class="ethan-emphasis"> "you are clearly no longer yourself anymore."</span>
You grunted a bit with the gag still in your mouth, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Mmm!"</span>.
'Ethan' acknowledged this very briefly and continued, <span class="ethan-emphasis">"I would know, the same thing happened to me many years ago, leaving me stuck in that body."</span> 'Ethan' paused once more, contemplating what to say next before continuing, <span class="ethan-emphasis">"I need to explain this to you the best that I can, so that you can understand and hopefully adapt better than I did when it happened to me. Firstly, as you know, you are stuck in that body, kind of. I will explain that in a second, but I wasn't originally Selene. In fact, I was a man named Marcus Hale, until this woman stole my body, unfortunately, the same as I am doing to you. I had been stuck in there for many years. That body, however, is cursed. The victim cannot utter their true or former self. If you try, there may be consequences; either you may say something in character with your form, or something else may happen. It's truly impossible. It's also impossible for you to have your original body back. Whenever you find out how to leave, it will need to be with another person." </span>
Marcus briefly gets distracted by your face, noticing your slight reaction to the fact that you are stuck like this. <span class="ethan-emphasis">"Further, that cursed body comes with more quirks as well. You may come to enjoy them or use them to your advantage. You may have noticed how you were completely unable to control your arousal and body's urges. This is due to another ability that allows the body to either release pheromones or entice others magically. Honestly, I don't understand how it works, just know you aren't as anamlistic a person person as you might think. Next, that body can also be affected. Certain urges may grow inside of you and others, like an itch on your head, and if you can't resist and scratch that itch, you may transform again, into another form. Unfortunately, it is always female. However, with many years of practice, you can learn to control these itches and guide them into the transformations you want. One final thing, each body, even that one, is a complete body. Meaning if you wish, you have gained all the necessary knowledge, skills, mannerisms, habits, memories, and anything you need to function. This applies to other bodies as well. Luckily, clothes sometimes transform as well." </span>
Marcus waited a moment before finishing, thinking pensively, <span class="ethan-emphasis">"I truly am sorry about this. It was my best opportunity, and something drew my body to you. I am not sure if this could work, but you may be able to continue to take part in your own life if you accept what happened and even maybe become related to me in some way, like a girlfriend or something, I don't know. That may not even work, but it may be worth a try. However, I warn you that if you come to me with an intent that isn't that, I can't promise how you will turn out, and truthfully, I want this to turn out okay for you. I am going to leave you here now, but I will keep the door locked for you so no one comes and bothers you. Once again, I wish you the best. I will treat your life as best as I can."</span> Marcus finished, taking one more look over you, one more look in the mirror, and then he walked out.
You lay there completely dumbfounded. There are so many things going through your mind. What about your family? Friends? Career? Life? What did he even mean by a curse? It's all so much...
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You wake up, feeling fully rested, but shivering. You begin to attempt to stand up from your laying position but notice your feet and arms are bound. You take a look down at your feet, and at this moment your eyes gloss over your body. Except it isn't your body, your eyes trace your body slowly your thighs pale, womanly, and long. Your hips subtly curving in way no man's hips should. You lean slightly and look at your ass, plump and round, squished against the flour under your body. Your stomach now flat, smooth, with no fat protruding whatsoever. Your rib cage, slightly more prominent due to your smaller frame. Two pert breasts, rising and falling with your breasts, and you notice the goosebumps and the slight sheen of some streaks of sweat on them. You turn to look at your arms, when a cascade of jet-black hair whips you briefly in the face. You twist your head a few times to move the strands out of the way and inspect your arms, soft, skinny, and lacking any real muscular definition.
Finally, you grasp what had transpired had really happened, you were in the body of a woman. A cursed woman apparently. Coming to your senses, you push the panties stuck in your mouth with your tongue until it finally pops out, allowing you to finally breath freely with your new mouth. You take a few breaths, ever-so-slightly hyperventilating. You lean and sit up, finally somewhat upright, and bring your hands to your face, where you use your teeth to undue the lace bra securing your hands together. Once you finished, you give your wrists a light rub and return to your legs and undue the leather jacket that is keeping you tied up.
<span class="btn">[[You finish removing the bindings and collect yourself.->Act 2 Intermediate]]</span>
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<div class="passage-section"> <<set $arousal += 1>>You lean into the mirror, before you, getting closer to Selene's reflection. You gaze at all of the intricate detail, each individual speck and freckle. You can now feel the hot air of your breath radiating off the glass and back onto your face. You smell the scent of something sweet, fruity, accompanied by a slight tinge of alcohol, which you assume is the taste of the fruity drink she probably had before taking you away.
Your nose picks up even more detail, twitching ever so slightly as you breath in more scents emitting from your new form. First you pick up pick up smells of a spicy sandalwood, cedar, accompanied by a hint of vanilla. It is a very sexual and alluring musk, that is consistent, almost as if this body is producing this smell rather than it being an applied parfume.
Still, you are now leaning even closer into the mirror, both hands balancing on the sink, and as you do so, you begin to kiss the reflection in front of you. You immediately feel your plumper lips spread as they squish onto the mirror. Your tongue, instinctively poking out and tickling the glass slightly. You pull back slowly, looking over your face, as you feel a bit flush with arousal. That is when you feel the faintest drip down your inner thigh.
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You look down, once more taking in your streamlined femininity and sexuality. You take a hand and bring it to your new mound, tucked away between your thighs. Your lay your hand softly, feeling the warm, slightly sticky substance begin to cake your fingers. You let out a soft, breathy moan, seductive and womanly in nature.
Your right hand begins rubbing your vagina, softly, deliberately, and as you do so your left hand, as if possessed, begins moving about your body, stroking all your soft features, across your flat stomach, up to your breast which it gives a quick squeeze, sensually up your neck and then onto your plush lip, before returning its attention back to your breast once more.
Your left hand sensually fondeling and groping your breasts as your right is teasing your new pussy, slickened with that sexual liquid. You pause briefly as you turn your gaze over your shoulder, brushing your hair out of the way to inspect your new ass. Like the rest of your body, it oozes female allure, with a round and shapely, however, not massive by any means. Right in the realm of athletic but not muscular to the point of hardness. You take both hands and cup each cheek and squeeze, elicitng yet another soft moan from your lips.
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You bend over, left hand on the sink balancing yourself, as your right hand returns to your slickened hole. Your hand increases its ferocity and speed, rubbing your folds in a circular motion. Although you haven't been in a relationship, you know that you are instinctively rubbing your clitoris. You contine, more moans escape, increasing slightly in volume, as you mentally try to keep yourself quiet as if not to be caught.
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Your hips begin to gyrate, almost slightly alternating back and forth in a humping motion, and as your rubbing increases to its max speed, your hips buck forward, you lean back, hips thrusted forward and your left hand flies to your mouth as you cum, uttering a drawn out muffled moan into the palm of your hand.
<span class="btn">[[You finish your exploration....->First arousal encounter part 2]]</span>
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You start to gather your clothes, picking up Selene's entire ensemble: the black leather jacket, the cropped tank top shirt, the denim shorts, her lace bra and panties (which are still a little bit moist from being stuck in your mouth for 30 minutes or so), her fishnets, and her combat boots.
You hadn't thought about it just yet, but ''you'' will need to be wearing this whole getup. Which strikes a bit of fear in you. You never really showed off your body when you were male, other than the occasional excursion to swim, so wearing an outfit like this, that shoes so much skin makes you pause for moment. You quickly realize, however, that you really don't have much option unless you wanted to walk out naked which you really don't feel like doing right now.
You start with ''your'' new bra, it is extremely smooth and soft, it is fortunately a front latching type of bra, so you are able to smoothly put the straps over and under your shoulds and clasp the bra together. However, unintentionally as if driven by muscle memory, your two hands suddenly work together and adjust your breasts to be seated nicely inside. You did it so matter-of-factedly that it baffled you that you knew how to do that. Admittedly, you must've done a good job because they do sit pretty and the bra itself is actually really comfortable versus having no bra.
You move to your panties, also lace as it matches your bra. You step into them, one foot after the other without much thought. You pull them up your thighs, the lace material sliding against them lightly. You shiver slightly, goosebumps popping up over your legs. You guide the panties over your new folds, bring them up and over your hips. Then, you let go and the panties snap into place, encasing your bottom half perfectly. You look over your shoulder and see them squeezing your new ass a bit, pressing and causing a subtle crease of the round mass behind you. The lower half of which, is riding a bit in the crevice of your two cheeks, suprisingly, however, this feels more comfortable than anticipated.
You move to your tank top, quiclkly guiding it over your head, over your shoulder, and finally over your breasts. Instinctively once more, your hands move to your breasts, adjusting the shirt such that a nice cleavage is shown. This is once more an unintentional action that felt natural for your hands to do. Similarly, you take your hands and swipe your jet-black locks out of the shirt and behind you, falling gracefully onto the small of your back, scooping a coule strands behind your ears.
Next, you move to your new shorts, they are small, but not inappropriate to the point you would expect the wearer to be a stripper or prostitute. You once more take them, and slide them over your legs. You instantly notice that they are much rougher than the panties you put on moments ago. You continue pulling them up almost to your hips, when the become stuck. You look over your shoulder, and see your new cheeks are preventing the shorts from going up further. As if bestowed the knowledge to deal with this, you bounce a few times on the balls of your toes, your as jiggling up and down and deforming just enough to let the shorts over. The shorts encase your ass perfectly, just barely showing the tiniest edge of your ass cheeks at the bottom. You give them a soft final heave and butten them together.
You quickly grab the jacket, noting that you were actually a bit chilly, and sweep it over your back and put your arms in. It fits perfectly like everything else. Your eyes switch to the fishnets on the ground. It gets to a point where your tendencies and experiences as a man make you question if you should even put that on. On one hand you would be left with bare legs, so maybe those would cover it up. But subsequently, wearing fishnets feels almost ''more'' revealing.
<span class="btn">[[You decide against putting them on, feeling like that is a step too far..->Fishnets off]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You decide you might as well, others may question why you came out of the bathroom without them on.->Fishnets on]]</span>
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You begin rifling through the new bag out of sheer curiosity, hoping that maybe you can find something to help you get back to your real body. You push your hand through different items, lipstick, compact mirror, a small perfume bottle, a feminine wallet, and a small silver locket.
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You pick the locket up, inspect it and open it. There is a raised symbol of a serpents head with a slightly open mouth. It seems incomplete somehow. You press on the snake and symbol recedes then raises, allowing you to take the emblem out. You look on the back of the snake emblem and there engraved is a word ''''Foedere''''. //''You feel the word embedding, searing into your memory, as if its impossible to forget.''// Once that feeling subsides you return your focus to where the word was engraved, but now you see nothing, it's smooth as if there was never anything engraved to begin with. Regardless, somehow, you know that you will never forget that word and it will be with you whenever you need it.
<span class="btn">[[You put the pendant back in the purse and begin to get dressed.->Chaste Decision]]</span>
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You decide you might as well put them on, as you grab them and roll the fishnets over your supple legs. as you bring it up to your middle thigh, you notice how the nets are pressing into the meat of your skin, giving it all a subtle crease. It is honestly quite arousing to look at, and suprisingly feels really good too. You give the fishnets a quick tracing scratching motion with your dainty new hands and notice once more the purple nail polish that adorned your feminine length nails. You refocus on your feet and notice the same.
You shrug and continue, finally sliding the thick combat boots on your small feet to complete the entire outfit. You stand up and realise these are pretty thick as you feel an inch or so taller. You turn back to the bathroom mirror and analyze your reflection once more, taking your hand again and combing and styling your hair back once more.
You look and see none other than Selene. No one else could possibly mistake you for anyone but Selene. You trace your nails once more over the soft features of your new face a bit in awe. There's a weird excitement being in this position, in this foreign body, but you quickly do away with that thought and put your hands in your leather jacket pockets.
As you do so, your right hand runs into somethings, you pull them out and you see a wad of 20 dollar bills in a rubber band, looks like about $200 or so, a credit card, and a student id. You look at the drivers license, seeing your new legal height, birthday, etc. In this moment, a feeling akin to someone shooting water at the side of your head occurs.
You feel memories flow into your head, ones that aren't your own but Selene's. You recall a mother and father living in the city, a younger brother. You recall friends that <span class="purple-emphasis">''you''</span> made in your first your first few years at Whitmore University, all whom share similar interests to your own (or rather Selene's own). You remember studying for history classes in college, as that is your major now.
<span class="btn">[[You ponder for a moment.->Fishnets on 2]]</span>
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You decide that it would be at least a bit more modest to not wear the fishnets. You slide the combat. You shrug and continue, finally sliding the thick combat boots on your small feet to complete the entire outfit. As you are doing this you notice that there is a purple nail polise on your dainty fingernails and toes. You stand up and realise these boots are pretty thick as you feel an inch or so taller. You turn back to the bathroom mirror and analyze your reflection once more, taking your hand again and combing and styling your hair back once more. You realize as well, that despite explicitly deciding against putting on the fishnets, they still now adorn your legs.... so much for //that//.
You look into the mirror and see none other than Selene. No one else could possibly mistake you for anyone but Selene. You trace your nails once more over the soft features of your new face a bit in awe. There's a weird excitement being in this position, in this foreign body, but you quickly do away with that thought and put your hands in your leather jacket pockets.
As you do so, your right hand runs into somethings, you pull them out and you see a wad of 20 dollar bills in a rubber band, looks like about $200 or so, a credit card, and a student id. You look at the drivers license, seeing your new legal height, birthday, etc. In this moment, a feeling akin to someone shooting water at the side of your head occurs.
You feel memories flow into your head, ones that aren't your own but Selene's. You recall a mother and father living in the city, a younger brother. You recall friends that <span class="purple-emphasis">''you''</span> made in your first your first few years at Whitmore University, all whom share similar interests to your own (or rather Selene's own). You remember studying for history classes in college, as that is your major now.
<span class="btn">[[You ponder for a moment.->Fishnets off 2]]</span>
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You walk out, of the restroom area and into the main room of the bar. You stand there for a moment, looking over the room to see if you can see Marcus inside of your body anywhere. You scan the room briefly, realizing that as the night progressed (you had only been in the bathroom for 15-20 minutes), the bar was more lively, there were more patrons sitting around than before.
You also notice more eyes looking at you, some college guys looking at you with lust and attraction, some girls as well it seems. You ''are'' in a pretty attractive body afterall. Your eyes trail across the room once more until they land on the table you and your friends had sat at. Lucas and Aaron are both still there, however, your doppleganger is nowhere to be seen.
You saunter over, your hips sashaying side-to-side, another mannerism byproduct of this new body. You begin to get a bit embarassed, self-conscious, as you see in the corner of your eyes other students and bar-goers inspecting your rear as you pass them. Your checks briefly turn red, your social anxiety from your previous life affecting you now.
You reach the table with your friends, Lucas looks up at you first smiling, and upon realizing someone is there Aaron turns around as well to greet you.
<span class="dialogue">"Hey Selene! Ethan told us about what happened,"</span> Lucas said warmly. You choked up for a second in shock, confused by what Marcus could have said. <span class="dialogue">"That was really nice of you to talk with him, he was definitely checking you out when you came in and it sounds like your talk with him resulted in a lot of similarities!"</span> You were still a bit confused but continued to listen on as to fully understand what Marcus had described.
<span class="btn">[[You wait for one of them to say more...->Table Talk]]</span>
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You immediately resolve to try to explain your true identity. Your expression softens into a face of worry and you start to open your mouth. Upon doing this, that chill you felt earlier immediately amplifies to 10, piercing your nape like a dagger made of the coldest ice known to man. Against your will, your face involuntarily and abruptly adjusts to that of a devious smile, devilishly eying Lucas up and down, staring at his lips, then his chest, and back to his eyes. Your eyes focus and dilate intensely, as if searching for something within Lucas.
You begin hearing a rumbling, growling, sound emerge from your stomach. From your perspective it was extremely loud, however, it seemed like no one even noticed. Whilst still maintaining that seductive eye contact, you arise from your chair not, still in control of your limbs. <span class="purple-emphasis">"I'm sorry boys, but I actually have to go, I have to go pick up one of my friends." </span>You say abruptly in the conversation. The two are a little suprised, however, you can see Lucas is in a state similar to earlier in the night, when Marcus had originally seduced you. You can see faint sweat on his face, the slightest dilation of his eyes, as he looks you up and down.
Your body turns around away from the table slowly, intentionally, however, you have no wish to do so; your body is moving on its own. Your body swings your purse over your shoulder and as you do so, turns your head to and winks at Lucas. More thoughts that aren't your own begin to invade your mind, you find Lucas attractive somehow. You had previously mentioned that when describing him, but this is a sexual attraction, not platonic.
Your body turns once more to leave, this time your hips are swaying exaggeratedly, your ass and thighs jiggling due to this. All the heterosexual men inside that bar were locked on you at this moment, as that devilish grin returned to your face involuntarily. You walk out the door, strutting one foot in front of the other, as you round the corner of the building and your body guides you to an abandoned alley.
You finally regain control of yourself and begin to panic slightly, that is until that rumbling sound resumes in your belly. It has the slightest feeling of discomfort but that is completely overpowered by an intense, radiating feeling of pleasure. You are softly moaning, breathing heavily as you notice your boots swerving and changing in shape somehow.
<span class="btn">[[You watch on as they morph and contort.->Bad 1 Transform]]</span>
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You decide to move back to the seat Selene originated from at the bar, you flag the bartender down, as he quickly swings over to you and pours out a whiskey on the rocks without asking what you want. This is presumably what Selene was drinking. You take a sip and honestly, it tastes terrible, however, you drink regardless still just numb from the events that had transpired. You blankly sit and ingest the whiskey slowly, each sip painfully gross on your new tastebuds.
<span class="teal-emphasis">"You look gorgeous tonight, how about I buy you a drink."</span> You glance at him before returning your gaze to the significantly more interesting wall. The guy wasn't unattractive by any means, but he did seem young and naive and you were not at all interested in talking to anyone, especially a young college goer wanting to flirt.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"Knock yourself out big man."</span> you say dryly, letting the man buy you a drink. The bartender quickly whips up a light blue fruity drink. You take a testing sip, and surprisingly it tastes pretty good. You were still completely ignoring the guy next you. However, you could feel his eyes on you, he was clearly fawning over you, deciding what the next witty thing he could say to win you over.
<span class="btn">[[The guy once more speaks to the back of your head.->Socialite 1]]</span>
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You quickly begin to sink into character, the persona of Selene. You seem to instictively pull on her memories, mannerisms. You smoothly glide the chair in front of you back, and gracefully plant your newly acquired cheeks on the seat. You cross your legs, just as Selene did when she stole you from your friends, and curl your lips into a warm smile.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"Yeah ==Marcus==Ethan was just helping me with something kind of embarassing in the bathroom. We did talk for a while and he seemed like a really genuine guy, though a bit of an anxious wreck,"</span>, you explained, <span class="purple-emphasis">"I found that pretty cute though."</span> Your cheeks blush ever so slightly, you weren't really attracted to your own body were you?
<span class="purple-emphasis">"But I actually have a favor to ask of both of you,"</span>, state cooly, whilst moving your elbows to onto the table in front of you to lean forward and support your chin, lightly showcasing your pale cleavage. You run a quick analysis of the duo, Lucas is still interested, but there is something in his gaze, playful but not really attracted to your portrayal. Almost like you weren't his type.
Your eyes switch to Aaron, who is still looking at you with a emotionless, calculated look that almost seems forced like a poker face. You somehow perceive subtle details in his demeanor: the slight widening of his eyes, the slightest dilation of his pupils, the briefest twitch of his eye down to your cleavage. Your eyes make a twitch of their own, down to his pants where you see his cock definitely growing. <span class="purple-emphasis">Mmm, that looks pretty big too</span>, you think to yourself. You mentally recoil at the thought that just occurred in your head, did you really just think about one of your friends like that?
<span class="btn">[[You realize however, that Aaron is probably your mark here.->Next step seduction]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
They morph and open up into the air, as they change into some beige minimalist heeled sandals. Your fishnets evaporate into the air in a cloud of dust as your legs begin to <span class="ripple-text">ripple</span> once more. You immediately realize this transformation, when compared to your first one, will be much quicker than before. Your legs <span class="undulate-text">squish</span> and morph, increasing in diameter as more meat and muscle develop.
You begin leaning onto the nearby wall, supporting yourself with your arms, as your denim shorts stretch slightly down your legs, and soften in material changing into a pair of smooth tight yoga shorts. You feel your lace panties shift and move around underneath, transforming into some type of thong. Your ass begins to <span class="pulse-text">undulate</span>, increasing in size to a shapely, muscular large ass.
Your hips abruptly <span class="slow-shake">crack open</span> into a much wider set. The muscles underneath your stomach fat begin hardening as a taught toned stomach forms. Your jacket and top ruffle and morph, moving all over your body, before settling on a woolen sweater that has a deep plunging neckline. Your bra shifts into a larger light blue bra, and your breasts quickly follow, <span class="pulse-text">vibrating</span> briefly before surging forward, increasing in size to two J-cup breasts, leaving you with ample cleavage exposed by your new sweater. Your black choker <span class="pulse-text">oscillates</span> rapidly, before transforming into a thin silver chain with the name "Hannah" in between the links.
Your hair <span class="slow-shake">thrashes</span> and whips upwards until it settles into a high ponytail. A dirty blonde color coats all your locks by the end. Your face contorts, <span class="undulate-text">cracks</span>, and <span class="undulate-text">squelches</span> into a new identity. An intense heat washes over you as you suddenly grow unbearably horny. Your hands begin molesting your body, groping your new large breasts. One hand after the other dives underneath your yoga shorts, with the sole purpose of getting you off, rubbing your lips profusely. As you reach your climax, a loud moan begins escaping your lips, all the while your voice modulates and changes in tone from Selene's seductive voice to a much higher pitched, delicate octave, <span class="gradient-emphasis">"Oh my fucking gawwwwwwwwwd!</span>
Your black purse, now on the ground, <span class="slow-shake">violently vibrates</span> before popping into an athletic cross-body bag. You heave and catch your breath after your sudden orgasm. You glance down at your body once more, giving your breast a testing squeeze.
<span class="btn">[[What just happened...->Bad 1 part 2]]</span>
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You continue watching as you hear a very sudden crack and crunch as her hips crunch in on themselves, leaving Selene with a much more boxy, manly frame? You next begin to feel an intense pleasurable pain as a loud crack crunch erupts as your hips widen dramatically. You are completely speechless, not that you could talk anyway, with these panties in your mouth.
Next, you begin to hear a <span class="slow-shake">rumbling</span> sound, rising in volume quickly, emitting from Selene's stomach and torso. Morbid <span class="undulate-text">squelching</span>, <span class="slow-shake">crunching</span>, rumbling begins to emerge as her torso begins to shift and ripple, contorting in unforeseen ways, as if her whole body was having a cramp. She didn't seem to notice, as she continued to bounce away on your cock, meanwhile her flat, lithe stomach began to produce even more <span class="undulate-text">squelching</span> noises, as a very slim amount of fat began to pour into her gut. Her rib cage crunched loudly before expanding, giving her body a broader shape. That original olive color from her legs then spread all over her torso, continuing the progress of this unfathomable look.
Next, followed your own body, this time your rib cage crunched and compacted immediately, causing you to gasp as best as you could through your panty-stuffed mouth. Your gut immediately shrank as well, squelching and sloshing as the fat seemingly melted away. The pale skin tone flushed over your torso as well.
Selene's breasts began sinking and expanding, <span class="pulse-text">undulating</span> repetitively back and forth, growing in size, then reducing to a flat chest, until finally, with a resounding plop, they settled as a flat chest. This was immediately reciprocated in your own chest, as fat and tissue built up behind your nipples, which gave you a sense of arousal you had never felt before. These <span class="pulse-text">pulsated</span>, <span class="pulse-text">sloshing</span>, and alternating between bee-stings to B-cups. Only now did you realize that the rest of your body had become hairless, arms included.
And the arms were next, as Selene paused for a moment and leaned back, resting her hands on your thighs, supporting herself with them. Her arm muscles, biceps, and all began to <span class="ripple-text">ripple</span> as their thin and supple construction changed into a meater, manlier form, <span class="pulse-text">sloshing</span> and <span class="slow-shake">vibrating</span>. With two loud snaps, her arms lengthened to match the new form. Your arms quickly followed, your muscles deflating with a squelching sound and with two resounding crunches, because they were shorter as well. Although overwhelmed with the arm transformations, both you and Selene's hands had shifted during this process as well, her's growing larger and yours daintier. You even noticed that both your feet and hands had become adorned with a purple nail polish.
<span class="btn">[[Selene resumed her riding. ->Ritual Part 3]]</span>
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Selene had since resumed her grinding on your pelvis, as you heard a soft brushing sound. This sound came from her hair receding up her back and closer to her scalp as a brown color leaked and dripped throughout her hair, taking up a shorter middle part style. Somehow, you had only now realized what was happening. It began to feel like your hair was being pulled aggressively as your hair poured from your scalp, becoming silky in texture. It extended and extended and eventually poured out onto your chest and the ground beneath you.
Selene began to ride more aggressively once more, this time seemingly enjoying it more. She was moaning, her seductive voice still emitting from her gorgeous face that no longer belonged on her body.
Her face and neck began to <span class="ripple-text">ripple</span> and <span class="slow-shake">slosh</span>, sliding all around her face. Her neck shortened slightly, her nose became different, more pronounced, her high cheekbones lowered, her lips deflated, her eyes seemingly shrank, all <span class="undulate-text">squelching</span> with each movement. Her jawline sharpened, becoming angular. She was moaning still, and then her face and neck gained that same olive skin tone that was spreading across her body, completing its conquest. Her facial complexion became rough and riddled with the slightest blackheads. A resounding pop occurred as an Adam's apple protruded from her neck, and amidst her moaning, her voice changed; no longer was a beautiful woman moaning, but a man. Further, this wasn't just any man. Selene looked down at you, smiling deviously but also somewhat sincerely, and what you saw was your own face. You heard your own voice grunting and moaning.
Your face then began to contort and <span class="undulate-text">squelch</span>, as your features shifted. Your nose shrank abruptly, becoming pert and cute. Your cheekbones ground against your face and made a <span class="slow-shake">crunching</span> sound. Your lips <span class="slow-shake">sloshed</span> as they inflated, your entire head crunched as it became smaller to match your body. Even your teeth shifted inside your mouth, your tongue changing in shape, moving on its own. Your eyes burned as they grew in size and changed color from a deep brown to a green hazel. Your neck quickly extended, becoming longer and more delicate. You were grunting behind the panties stuffed in your mouth now, as your Adam's apple receded, your grunts transitioned to soft moans. Moans in Selene's voice.
Selene finally lifted herself from your still remaining cock, and as she did so, her vagina began to <span class="ripple-text">twitch</span> and <span class="undulate-text">squelch</span>. She was grunting and huffing with your voice as a pair of balls popped out of her vagina. Following quickly after, as if hidden inside, a cock began emerging from her vagina, with the pubic hair attached. It was <span class="undulate-text">squelching</span> and <span class="slow-shake">sloshing</span>, and she was grunting heavily, clearly enjoying the sensation. She then grabbed your cock with her hands, your hands rather. She then continued to pump, she pumped the cock on her body as well as your own. Eventually, your cock began to <span class="ripple-text">twitch</span> as well, as precum dribbled out. Selene was stroking the tip of it with her thumb as your penis receded into your body and <span class="undulate-text">squelched</span> and shifted into a uterus. The balls followed quickly after, Selene pushing them into you herself. In this final moment, you moaned with such intense arousal that it could almost be audibly heard by Selene.
Selene looked down at her new body and back down at you. Once again, looking a bit apologetic, but then immediately disregarding it for sheer joy with a smile on her face. She was breathing heavily, having been jumping on his cock for nearly 30 minutes straight. She now sat there, on your thighs, her cock hard and hanging over your body.
She then looked at you in your eyes one more time, as if apologizing for what she was about to do next, and then grabbed you by the hips and began thrusting into your new vagina hard. She initially was pounding you, causing you to moan over and over; however, she quickly realized that the arousal had overtaken her, and she quickly slowed herself to softer thrusts. Until eventually she came. And you felt the cum fill your vagina, and some sense of calm washed over you.
<span class="btn">[[You close your eyes and sleep. ->The Curse was Complete]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section"><<set $char_pic to "images/lookingintomirrorblur.png">><<set $char_name to "Selene Parker">>
You finish and lean back on your two hands, once more taking in your body. Only now, you realize you had glosed over arguably the most surreal change to your body, your lack of hardware. You look closely at your vulva, and mentally you twitch your pubic folds, watching as they shake ever so slightly with your thoughts, as if confirming that this vagina is truly attached to you.
You take one hand, reach down and touch your new clitoris, and immediately your hand recoils back from the sudden shock and high sensitivity of the body part. You reach down once more, touching it with your middle finger lightly, that same shock happens again, however, this time accompanied by a shallow, involuntary moan from your lips. You quickly notice your voice is not your own either.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"Hello?"</span>, you say with your new mouth. The voice that comes out sounds different than you remember, but it is undoubtedly Selene's seductive voice. You clear your throat briefly to test once more, <span class="purple-emphasis">"My name is ==Ethan== ''Selene''." </span>You had meant to say your name, but all that came out was Selene's. You try one more time, <span class="purple-emphasis">"My name is ==Ethan Caldwell== ''Selene Parker''."</span> You are a bit suprised, not only by the fact that your brain was substituting her name for your automatically, but the fact that her last name came out as well. You don't remember her ever telling you her last name.
You stand up finally, using both your hands to balance, as you now had a bit of a different center of gravity to say the least. You walk over to the mirror in the bathroom and just stare in awe. You open your mouth wide, close it, make a frown face, stick your tongue out, all mimiced by this face that isn't yours. You lean in closer to the mirror inspecting your features, feeling your face with your soft hands, of which are met with an even softer face. Your new cheeks dusted with freckles, your eyes a deep hazel with golden depths, your nose cute and pert. Your lips are softer, larger, you press and release a finger on them, as the soft tissue gives way then slowly returns to its original shape. Your hand trace down to your neck and you realize you somehow have her choker on, you pull on it briefly and let it snap back onto your neck.
<img src="images/lookingintomirrorblur.png" alt="looking into a mirror" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
You are the spitting image of this Selene Parker, and you now know that clearly from all your 'testing'. You glance down at your body once more, then back to the mirror. You comb your hand through your silky smooth jet-black hair and give yourself a somewhat devilish smile. //''This body is really really hot though''//, you think to yourself, moving one hand to grab a breast. You are immediately met with a similar shock of pleasure, you give the breast a good firm squeeze and a soft moan escapes your lips. You shudder briefly, realizing once more that your life was literally stolen by this Marcus, and conclude you need to figure this out as soon as possible!
You also quickly take account of the clothing strewn about the bathroom, the black leather jacket, the tank top, the denim shorts, the fishnets, the bra, the panties, and the black combat boots. You do also see a black purse, which you don't recall Selene having in your original deep analysis of her in the bar.
Regardless, this body entices you with the prospect of a pleasure you may never experience again if you don't try it now. What do you do?
<span class="btn">[[You begin to explore your body in the bathroom.->First arousal encounter]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You look around and gather "your" new clothes.->Chaste Decision]]</span>
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Once your mouth stops moaning after a few seconds, you release your hand from your mouth and stand there, in the afterglow of your first female orgasm, breathly quietly but heavy as you regain your compsure. Your cheeks are rosy, and as you glance in the mirror at yourself you see the slightest involuntary smirk appear on your new face.
Once more, being in this body, this situation aroused you in such a way that you had never experienced before tonight. It was intoxicating, but you quickly realize that you need to get a move on. Your mind begins to flicker a bit, as you remember that your friends were here with you, and that your body had literally just been stolen.
You look around the bathroom and begin to take account of all of your clothes strewn about, when, you notice the black leather purse again on the ground, recalling that Selene had most definitely not had before.
<span class="btn">[[You ignore the random purse, in fear of it being some type of trap, and begin to get dressed.->Chaste Decision]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You open "your" new purse.->Background reveal]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
You also get a feeling, an intuition that all of this isn't completely real, or rather it is but is created by some magic. Your brain somehow comes to a conclusion that depending on the amount of time in this body, reality somehow shifted and accomodated it with memories, family, friends, a complete life. You felt many memories, especially of this body's early life we locked or absent, as if they would be presented to you when you needed them. Finally you try to search your new memories for hints on how to change back, but also realize any true actions that Marcus took are conveniently not there, like it was edited.
You also quickly realize, as given by your memories, that your new phone is in your other pocket. It's a new phone encased in a black leather. You hold it up to your face and it unlocks automatically, You scroll through the apps briefly, getting acquainted with her setup, lock the phone, and put it back in your pocket. You know that you will need to go through her personal details at some point but decide against it for now.
You put aside the phone in your thoughts and resolve to move forward. You had already seen the truth in what Marcus was saying, certain mannerisms have already taken a hold of your muscle memory, like the what happened with the bra, how you adjust your hair, etc. Despite the complteley foreign circumstance you are currently in, you feel a bit more at ease, prepared for what's to come with the memories and skills of this body to assist you. You adjust your jacket one more time, primp your hair slightly while facing the mirror (another muscle memory seemingly). swing the black leather purse over your shoulders, and start walking towards the bathroom door.
<span class="btn">[[You finally unlock the door and venture out.->Into the Bar]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section"><<set $char_pic to "images/seleneclose2blur.png">>
You also get a feeling, an intuition that all of this isn't completely real, or rather it is but is created by some magic. Your brain somehow comes to a conclusion that depending on the amount of time in this body, reality somehow shifted and accomodated it with memories, family, friends, a complete life. You felt many memories, especially of this body's early life we locked or absent, as if they would be presented to you when you needed them. Finally you try to search your new memories for hints on how to change back, but also realize any true actions that Marcus took are conveniently not there, like it was edited.
You also quickly realize, as given by your memories, that your new phone is in your other pocket. It's a new phone encased in a black leather. You hold it up to your face and it unlocks automatically, You scroll through the apps briefly, getting acquainted with her setup, lock the phone, and put it back in your pocket. You know that you will need to go through her personal details at some point but decide against it for now.
You put aside the phone in your thoughts and resolve to move forward. You had already seen the truth in what Marcus was saying, certain mannerisms have already taken a hold of your muscle memory, like the what happened with the bra, how you adjust your hair, etc. Despite the complteley foreign circumstance you are currently in, you feel a bit more at ease, prepared for what's to come with the memories and skills of this body to assist you. You adjust your jacket one more time, primp your hair slightly while facing the mirror (another muscle memory seemingly). swing the black leather purse over your shoulders, and start walking towards the bathroom door.
<span class="btn">[[You finally unlock the door and venture out.->Into the Bar]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
<span class="aaron-emphasis">"Yeah, he is normally a bit anxious of a person so I think it really helped his self-confidence quite a lot!"</span> Aaron said, <span class="aaron-emphasis">"In fact he seemed much more happy and excited about his future and his internship."</span> You came to understand that Marcus must have painted you as some altruistic alt girl who took a chance on him and talked to him? You weren't fully sure, but you still hoped to get a better understanding of your situation, 'Ethan's' whereabouts, and maybe somehow explain your situation to your friends so that they can help you.
A thought rises up in your mind to tell them who you are, that you are Ethan Caldwell and that this woman stole your body. However, a very sharp shiver or chill grazes the nape neck as you think this thought, and your brain immediately interprets this as a warning.
You could also use your new disguise, and accept your current role and almost seduce one of them to help you. However, you are a bit concerned that this would have some consequences as well, although, you didn't get that same feeling that you had when you thought about telling them. It would also be really weird, you aren't attracted to guys.
You come up with one other action: that you can thank them and not get them involved in this situation of yours one way or another, and look to find a better way to solve this.
<span class="btn">[[You begin explaining profusely that you are Ethan Caldwell!.->Tell them you are Ethan Caldwell]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You decide to seduce and use them to help solve your problem.->Seduce Lucas]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You resign to thank them, not wanting to get them mixed up in this.->No current involvement]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section"><<set $char_pic to "images/hannahcloseblur.png">><<set $char_name to "Hannah Baker">>
<span class="teal-emphasis">"What the fuck!"</span> you exclaim in your new delicate voice. You had just transformed, again. You rack your brains for a moment when you realize you have some new knowledge and memories in your head. Your new name is Hannah Baker, another student at Whitemore university, this time you apparently study Biology with hopes of becoming a physical therapist. The only other tidbit of information you are given is that you like to workout.
With much less information, about your life, you aren't exactly sure what to do. You pick up the cross-body bag and open it, once more met with feminine products and a wallet, that houses an ID for a Hannah Baker, unsurprisingly. Fortunately, your 200 dollars still remain. <span class="teal-emphasis">At least something remained the same</span> you thought for just a moment, before it was cut short by that ice-like dagger feeling. This time, it was not so much assuming control, but rather commanding you to do something.
<span class="btn">[[It was commanding you to return to the bar.->Hannah Bar]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
You decided not to challenge it this time, and exited the alley and started towards the entrance of the bar. You immediately noticed your thighs, ass, and breasts had much more gravity to them than they did when you were Selene. Further, this body felt substantially stronger and more muscular.
Your mannerisms seemed to have shifted once more too, you gait is a bit less feminine than before, however, still undeniably sexy as your ass and thighs wobbled in unison with each step. Before entering the bar you quickly pulled your phone, encased in a green leather, and opened the camera. You inspected yourself, noticing that your eyes were now bright blue, your makeup had tinges of pink, and your hair was tightly put up in a pony tail.
It was at this moment you realized something, you were the exact image of Lucas' dream girl. He had mentioned something like this just earlier in the night. You began to get a bit worried, of both thet actions you may take and briefly begin to turn away from the bar. This is quickly cut short, as that ice cold stabbing returned, this time with a vengeance. It took a heavier influence on you this time, not completely controlling you but guiding your actions subconsciously. You looked into your phone once more, batting your eyes a few times and smiling to yourself before putting it away.
You pushed open the door and re-entered the bar with a beaming, joyful smile on your face, though realistically you were anything for but joyful. You scanned the room until your bright blue eyes locked with Lucas, who had immediately noticed your arrival. Lucas gets up and immediately begins walking towards you. You nonchalantly reciprocate, saunter over to him to meet him halfway and begin erotically,<span class="teal-emphasis">"Hey you."</span>
<span class="btn">[[.......->Hannah End]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
A quiet creaking sound is resonating through your ears. A methodical plapping sound is also there, your soft breaths escaping in unison. Your vision refocuses and you are struck with intense pleasure. As the bright light overtop you lessens in intensity you make out .... //Lucas//? He is completely naked, and as your eyes travel down his body you meet his hips and cock thrusting in and out of your pussy rythmically and storngly. One hand of his balancing on the window above you, and the other groping one of your large breasts whilst the other breast is bobbing side to side with Lucas' thrusts.
A wave of pleasure flows through you, as you finally regain full consciousness. Each thrust eliciting a lustful breath form your mouth, <span class="teal-emphasis">"Uh, uh, ah, uh"</span> It feels heavenly. Lucas leans down over you, compressing your breasts against his firm, fit body, as he kisses you emphatically, still thrusting his cock into you. Your tongues are dancing, saliva going to and fro as the intimate kisses cause you to moan further, <span class="teal-emphasis">"Mmf, nnh, oomf."</span>
Still passionately pressing his lips against yours, his frequency of thrusts briefly increases, with deep grunts rumbling from the back of this throat. He then stops for one brief moment before thrusting one final time strongly into your crotch. You can feel his cock twitching and convulsing as he cums in you, or rather the condom he has on. You orgasm at much the same time, in a smooth, controlled, and blissful release.
He pulls is cock out carefuly, as if not to hurt you, and finally collapses onto you, his head nestled right on your bosom. Both your bodies are warm and slick from the passionate sex that just transpired. You glance around and realize you just had sex in the back seat of Lucas' car... with Lucas. You are still basking in the afterglow, as you instinctively begin massaging Lucas' scalp, and shushing him, as if to put him to sleep. Someting in your mind clicks and you realize you will probably live the rest of your life, or at least a large majority of it as Hannah Baker. Upon this realization you notice that more and more memories of this new life's background begin to fill in. You smile to yourself assuredly, there could be much worse fates than turning into a hot girl and becoming one of your best friend's dream girlfriends, right?
''//Bad end?: A Dream Come True//''
</div><div class="passage-section"><<set $feminism += 1>>
You stare into Aaron's eye's a bit longer than you should've, now returning your gaze to a more normal distribution of looks between the two. You continue your request from just a moment ago, "Ethan and I had such a good conversation that when he left I completely forgot to ask for his number or anything, would you guys give it to me so I can talk to him?"
The two glance at each other briefly before Aaron clears his throat and speaks up, <span class="aaron-emphasis">"Funny you say that actually, Ethan told us that you would ask that, and he said to tell you that you would know where to find him if you wanted to see him."</span> You are a bit shocked and now realize something a bit scary, you think hard about your apartment, but all you can think of is Selene's off-campus apartment. You know exactly what street Selene's apartment is on, but you have absolutely no idea where "Ethan's" apartment was. Further, when you think of your phone number, you can immediately recall Selene's and not your old one.
As to Aarons cryptic relay of what "Ethan" said, you feel yet another thought bubble into your head, this feeling like an implanted memory as if that phony conversation you just made up actually happened. You recall "Ethan" telling you, <span class="ethan-emphasis">"I know we don't have the same classes but I took an elective, //The Anthropology of Curses and Superstitions//."</span> You are once more taken a bit off guard by this seemingly random creation of memories that feel like actual reality.
It is a Friday night, meaning you'd be stuck as Selene for at least he weekend, until you remember that Monday is also off. An extended vacation as Selene. You resolve two possibilites, either you would have to live the weekend in this false life and wrong body or you could put this body's skills to use move to abuse Aaron's weakness for your gorgeous body.
<span class="btn">[[You decide to use your allure to get some information out of Aaron.->Seduce Aaron for info]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You decide to accept the information you have learned and maybe attempt to platonically relax with your friends inside your new identity.->Accept current information]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
You once more take inspiration from your bodies skills and knowledge bank, quickly grasping that although Aaron is attracted to you, he is much to logical and respectful of "Ethan's" potential interest in you that he wouldn't make a move. Your thoughts and body's knowledge surmise that //you// should be the one to take action here, in order to allow Aaron to subconsciously understand that it's okay to be attracted to you.
You smoothly cup your purse and move it forward, taking out a your black leather wallet. You pluck a credit card from it and loosely wag it in the air. <span class="purple-emphasis">"Ah you're right silly me,"</span> you let your eyelids slightly close taking on a seductive allure as you direct your erotic gaze to Aaron, <span class="purple-emphasis">"thanks for reminding me, do you mind if I buy you a drink as thanks ''Aaron''? I am a bit parched myself,"</span> you state, batting your eyes for increased effect.
<span class="dialogue">"Woah now, what about me!"</span> Lucas says with a grin, obviously understanding the tension between you and Aaron, and is equally teasing you. You look at him, with the credit card still hanging limpy between your fingers, and roll your eyes. Your sassy interaction is quickly followed by a very prompt, short response out of Aaron's mouth.
<span class="aaron-emphasis">"Yes!"</span>, he said excitedly but also quietly, as if embarassed a bit. His cheeks were bright red, but you could also tell he was still reluctanct to completely reciprocate any of the advances you had been making so far, with him still not wanting to "steal" you from "Ethan". You grin to yourself, enjoying the little cat and mouse game you are playing with your friend.
<span class="btn">[[You continue your mission of seduction.->Next move for seduction.]]</span>
</div>
<div class="passage-section">
The three of you order some beer and make conversation. You are outgoing, confident, more so than you ever were as Ethan. You ask questions, tease your friends, as all of you continue through for a little while talking, joking, laughing. About an hour later, all of you were pretty inebriated, still making little jokes and talking about random things going on in the world.
At this point, however, something in the air shifts. You continue the conversation casually, noting Aarons intense focus on you. The subtle pressure of your choker stops, as it completely vanishes. Your leather jacket and shirt meld together, combining into a fitted silk blouse, unbuttoned on the cusp of showing cleavage. Your stockings also disappeared, as your denim shorts extended into a pair of light blue washed jean capris. Your combat boots, shifting into a pair of small short black heels. Your hair extending briefly, becoming wavy before twirling into a tight bun. You feel a substance, presumably makeup, move about your face instinctively you know it is a much more simple and elegant style.
Aaron's eyes flutter, as he regains his focus, rejoining the conversation. You switch your sight onto Lucas, who is now also stairing at you intently, roaming your body up and down. You feel all of the muscles on your body tense, as they begin to undulate and grow across your body, leaving your entire body tight, toned, and athletic. You flex your larger, more muscular thighs once to test, feeling them cause your jeans to tighten and struggle to contain them. A viscous-like liquid feeling began to push against the inside of your breasts, as they slowly expanded and grew, strainging your new silk blouse until a button popped open, leaving you with a sizeable bust.
Lucas, similar to Aaron, regained his focus before speaking, <span class="dialogue">"Damn, Selene, you loooook like you could lift moooore than me right now. You've been training or something?"</span> Lucas was slurring his words, unsurprisingly drunk.
<span class="aaron-emphasis">"Not just that, but you look, like, really uh professional and put together now too. What was your um major again?"</span> Aaron also analyzed you, uncharastically stuttering as if he was forgetting what words to say. Your eyes flipped back and forth between your two friends, both of them seemed to have an attraction towards you.
<span class="btn">[[Their words penetrate your mind.->Tag Team 1.]]</span>
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You rise from your chair, as you return a warm smile to Aaron, attempting to clearly demonstrate your happiness to his response. You move past him somewhat quickly, striding towards the bar behind him, and in doing so let your left hand brush over his shoulder, slightly scratching the material of his shirt with your feminine nails. You take a few more steps and look over your shoulder to the table. In doing you, you can see Lucas talking to Aaron with a certain spark. You can't hear what he is saying but you imagine he is trying to help Aaron reason if he should accept your advances fully or not.
As you look for a bit longer you see a wide grin come across Lucas face, as if Aaron had said something that delighted him. <span class="purple-emphasis">Hook, line, and sinker, thanks for the help Lucas,"</span>, you think to yourself, another smile naturally spreads across your face. You once more think of the actions you've been taking and become concerned once more with your complete indifference to seducing another man, and even moreso with it being Aaron. Interestingly you don't mind it....
<span class="btn">[[Your thoughts are cut short by bumping into someone in front of you.->Bump into man.]]</span>
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<span class="purple-emphasis">"Eep!"</span> You yelp, suprised by the sudden boulder like being you bumped into. You turn your gaze and are met with a chest, your head slowly raises up to meet this giant figure's eyes.
<img src="images/adrianvossblur.png" alt="inside of the bar" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"Oops sorry about that,"</span> he looks down at you then this large man's dark eyes twinkle slightly as if recognizing you, <span class="adrian-emphasis">"Oh hey Selene! I didn't know you were going out tonight!"</span> His voice comes out deep but in a very kind tone. Following his sentence of recognition, your mind springs forth many supplementary memories, as if to assist you with correctly going about this encounter.
Firstly, you now undoubtebly know, without ever hearing his voice or ever meeting this man in your life, that his name is Adrian Voss. You understand that he is a literature student (why is this man a literature major??), and that Selene has apparently taken a few classes with him, as apparently some of the classes between literature and history overlap. You also learn that you initially met in some mythology club that mainly focused on emo-leaning myths like vampires, curses, the occult, ghosts, etc.
Still receiving the stream of memories, you understand that Selene is friend's with this man, and that apparently just earlier today you guys were in your mythology club where the previous Selene apparently said she wasn't feeling well tonight and didn't feel like going out. You finally come to understand, at least from this body's perspective, that this man despite his edgy clothes and hulking appearance is a giant teddy bear.
You quickly take the memories of this man and combine them with the person standing before you to create an apt description of the person in front of you in your head. This guy is 6'5" and he is very muscular. He's wearing a black tucked t-shirt and ripped jeans. His hands are adorned with silver jewelry. <<if $hasWord_1 is true>>You notice his pendant is similar to one you saw earlier in your purse and take note of it mentally<<else>>He is wearing a silver pendant around his neck, which for some reason feels out of place on his body.<</if>> Finally you reach his face, a strong jawline and bushy beard, short cropped hair. He was the prime example of a lumberjack face and body.
<span class="btn">[[You move to respond to his earlier comment.->Adrian interaction.]]</span>
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<div class="passage-section">
You brush a few locks of hair behind your ear, assuming a much more innocent demeanor compared to just moments before when you were seducing Aaron. <span class="purple-emphasis">"Hehe, yeah I really wasn't feeling well earlier! But then I got home napped for a minute and started feeling a lot better. I had meant to text you actually that I was coming here actually but got caught up talking to some new friends,"</span> you say lightheartedly and earnestly, jabbing a thumb over your shoulder towards Lucas and Aaron.
Adrian glances over your shoulder at your two friends and just acknowledges them in his own mind. He sweeps his eyes back to you and just smiles kindly at you, <span class="adrian-emphasis">"That's my Selene, always the social butterfly."</span> he said warmly still calm and kind in compsure, <span class="adrian-emphasis">"Well hey, Matt, Chloe and I are at a table over there if you feel like hanging out at some point. We just got here a few minutes ago, so we should be here a while."</span> Adrian game you another smile and began to turn, as he grabbed a few drinks that he had bought from the counter and started walking away.
Something in your brain clicked, something about this man aroused you. The arousal you felt when seducing Aaron was a bit more forced if you will, not super genuine attraction. Adrian on the other hand, moved you, you felt a bit warm despite the extremely platonic and wholesome interaction. You could definitely feel a warmth spreading from your crotch as your mind still lingered on him, on his muscles, kindess, charm.
It was at this point you realized that Selene had some shy and on-the-low crush on this man. Your mind still staying on the subject of Adrian began to upset you a bit, you couldn't stop it. However, battling these thoughts you try to reaffirm your mission to seduce Aaron and find your old body's location to revert the swap.
<span class="btn">[[You acknowledge his offer and continue with your original plan.->Plan Seduce Aaron continues.]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You grab Adrian's arm before he can go.->Adrian sexy time]]</span>
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You snatch Adrian's arm abruptly, and in doing so he jumps ever so slightly, and turns to you a bit perplexed. You stand there, you hand still on his bicep, as your cheaks turn a flaming red. You look into his dark brown eyes unwaveringly, flicking back and forth between his eyes and his lips. Your sudden action as well as your out of character shyness (at least as Selene), signals a type of confession to Adrian. He recognizes that you probably want to say something and seemingly reassures you, <span class="adrian-emphasis">"Can you give me just a minute, I'm going to bring these drinks back to the table. Wait outside the bar, I'll be out in just a minute."</span>
Your eyes light up a bit, as if you had just overcome some immovable obstacle. This crush emotion as seeped into even your own separate "Ethan" feelings as you feel attached to this burly man. He gently breaks away from your grip and returns to his table with the drinks. He begins explaining something, most likely that some excuse that he has to do something. As he is doing this, your legs obey Adrian's wishes of meeting you outside. You break away from the bar counter and begin to pass by Lucas and Aaron.
You feel quite bad about leading Aaron on, so you take a 20 out of your purse and toss it on the table as you pass by and you briefly and sincerely explain that you have to go. Aaron thanks you, understanding your sincerity and breathing a sigh of relief, as he feels better not interfering with any relationships.
<span class="btn">[[You depart from their table and exit the bar.->Meeting Adrian outside]]</span>
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You move give a quick nod goodbye to Adrian and grab a few cheap draft beers from the bartender. You strut back to the table where your friends reside, your brain and attraction refocused on Aaron. You mentally purr at the prospect of doing depraved things with him, however, you compose yourself and continue your plan to find out where Selene had went off to.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"Here you go!"</span> You plant the beers on the table, as you plop back down into your chair. Aaron quickly graps the mug and begins to drink quite ferociously. You eye him, his skin is glistening from nervous sweats, his eyes are darting about, as if trying to avoid you. You smirk once more, your eyelids taking on an alluring appearance, slightly closed. You lean closer to Aaron and place your hand on his thigh softly, giving it a gentle squeeze. Aaron's darting eyes snap to yours, as you stare into him.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"You know, Ethan did mention to me that you wanted to become a surgeon? I find that so interesting! You must be really good with your hands to make ''cuts'' and ''incisions'' right?"</span> You seductively drawl at Aaron, your nails gently tracing across his pands as you utter the words cuts and incisions. Aaron is completely enthralled, you feel as though you could make your friend do anything. You look over at Lucas, who is once again clearly too drunk to have any idea of what is transpiring.
<span class="btn">[["How about we go somewhere more private to discuss what you learned with your studies?" You mutter to him.->Seduce Aaron 2]]</span>
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Outside the bar is a light breeze, it has grown much cooler since you arrived here. The skin on your legs shivers slightly, being exposd to the cool air. You feel yourself quite loaded with anticipation, a bit anxious about what is going to happen next. <span class="purple-emphasis">Adrian is such a good guy, I hope this goes okay</span> you think to yourself pensively.
As you are standing there waiting, Adrian calmy exits the bar, the moonlight dancing on his skin, emitting an aura like some fictional vampire. He looks so hot in your mind, however, you can't help but feel a genuine love for this man, every interaction you've had with him so far has just been kind and loving.
He rubs his hands together for a moment, before starting, "<span class="adrian-emphasis">What's up? You suddenly grabbed my arm and I got a bit worried about you."</span> He was speaking with genuine sincerity, however, surely he got some form of hint from your little shy love display? You are still standing there, still a bit awestruck by this hulking romeo in front of you.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"I understand you've had a crush on me for a while now, but I didn't expect it to come out in the open like this! You had me really worried!"</span> He stated. It seems he knew you (or rather Selene's) feelings for some time now. Now feeling even more embarassed by the fact that he already knew, your cheeks flush red once more, your eyes bat a few times, avoiding his eyes temporarily while you battle your nervous butterflies.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"Do you like me back?"</span> You mutter softly, as if afraid of the wrong response coming out of his mouth. He registers your question for a brief moment his brow furling for the minutest second, before responding.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"Of course I do Sel, I feel like any man would be a fool to say no to you, but I feel like we have really gotten to know each other over these past few years. I just didn't want to overstep my bounds and ruin something good we had. So yes, a resounding yes."</span> He stated with his same kindness and affectionate tone he has used all night.
<span class="btn">[[He takes a controlled step forward, as he arrives a mere inch or two away from you.->Adrian advances]]</span>
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Adrian is now towering over you, causing you to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. You can feel his warm breath cascading over your face, it feels especially nice in this cool night. He gently grabs you by the shoulders and looks into your eyes longingly, trying to detect any regret or false emotions within you. He realizes he detects none and bends over, down to your height and presses his lips onto yours.
You reciprocate, softly pressing back, as he releases the contact and straightens back up to standing tall, with his hands still on your shoulders. He looks into each of your eyes individually then speaks, <span class="adrian-emphasis">"I obviously like you, but I want to be absolutely sure you want this."</span> You don't think there could be a more kind man a girl could wish for...
<span class="btn">[[You rise on your tiptoes, grab the collar of his shirt and give him long peck on the lips->Romeo and Juliet]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You begin to panic as you suddenly realise that you aren't suppose to be a woman, especially one in a relationship!->A new life]]</span>
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Adrian grabs you by the waist, lifting you ever so slightly as to make it easier to kiss him. You blush at how easily he is able to move you upwards. The two of you continue to passionately make out, however, not in a lustful way but rather an intimate way. You both mutually release your lips, as you gaze into each of his eyes. Both of your faces are still mere centimeters away from one another, you can still feel his hot breath slowly washing over your face.
You blush once more, cheeks bright red, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ears, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Why don't we get out of here? I'm not really feeling the bar anymore tonight,"</span> you ask him quietly, awaiting his response. You looks at you briefly before giving you a quick smile and slides his phone out of his pocket. He begins typing away, seemingly texting someone.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"I am just texting Matt to tell them that we are just going to head out,"</span> he says explaining what he's doing. <span class="purple-emphasis">God how can a man this attractive, be this kind, AND enjoy all the same things you do? Really it is a match made in heaven.</span> You mentally squeel with joy as Adrian put away his phone. He softly grabs your chin with his hand, brings his head down and gives you another peck before speaking, <span class="adrian-emphasis">"I wasn't planning on drinking tonight so I drove here, how about I take you home?"</span> He offers you an opportunity to go home with him and you definitely aren't going to say no.
<span class="btn">[[You give him a quick excited nod as you take his hand in yours and go to his car->To Romeo's House!]]</span>
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You abruptly step back, letting his hands drop off your shoulders. You are breathing heavily, clearly distressed. From the Adrian's perspective this is completely out of the blue. Your eyes are flashing to and fro, before aiming your head at the ground and running away, quickly into the bar.
The moment your body begins to cross the threshold of the bar, you feel an ice cold dagger-like sensation on the nape of your neck. You immediately feel thoughts commanding you to act a certain way, and do certain things. Like a hot blade being quelled in water, your appearance and demeanor abruptly change from a panicing girl to a calm and collected, character accurate Selene.
You strut over to the table that had Adrian's two friends Matt and Chloe. You walk up up behind Chloe and gently put your hands on her shoulders. ,<span class="teal-emphasis">"Oh hey Sele....."</span> she starts before you abruptly cut her off with a sentence of your own.
You eyes are fixed on Matt with an awkward apologetic facial expression and speak,<span class="purple-emphasis">"Do you mind if I borrow Chloe here for a minute? I just need help with something in the lady's room."</span> Matt just shrugs and allows it, not expecting much. Chloe looks at Matt and shrugs as well, rising up and following you to the restroom.
<span class="btn">[[You let her enter first, and you follow closing the door and locking it behind you.->Becoming Chloe]]</span>
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Your mind is wandering a bit, not really sure what is happening at the moment, as your body goes on a kind of autopilot. <span class="teal-emphasis">"What's up? Need me to check your makeup or something?</span>Chloe asks innocently.
Chloe is a typical e-girl, clearly inspired by Amane from death note. Her body is adorned with a bunch of random edgy tatoos, here dirty blonde hair is tied up in twin tails. She has a nose piercing and a black choker. Her outfit consisting of a worn baggy band shirt, a white pleated skirt and some knee-high socks, finished with some chunky platform boots. She's pretty short, around 5'2", and has a supple, womanly body about her. She isn't fat, but she probably has the slightest tummy.
Your body, still on autopilot suddenly takes a step toward Chloe, and in doing so frightens her a bit. Your eyes abruptly lock onto hers, your eyes dilating heavily, still focused on her. Your brain begins to take in all the information of her facial details, her dark brown eye color, her rosy cheeks, her slightly upturned nose, her thin lips. And by the end your head and face began to quickly and suddenly morph and <span class="undulate-text">ripple</span> quickly shifting into an exact replica of Chloe's face.
The beginning of a scream started from the bottom of her throat, but this was immediate cut short as she closed her eyes and dropped to the ground. It was as if a tranquilizer dark had shot from your eyes and impacted her making her knock out. Your thoughts commanded you to strip, and you obliged, swiftly removing all of your clothing.
<span class="btn">[[You look down at Chloe, your eyes taking in her details once more.->Becoming Chloe 2]]</span>
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Your eyes focus on her hair, then your sight flicks upwards as if trying to look at your own hair. Your black hair begins to <span class="slow-shake">ruffle</span> and <span class="slow-shake">shake</span> as your hair floats into the air and twirls magically twisting into a pair of twin tails. Your hair is seemlessly coated in a dirty blonde color.
Your focus moves to her body, and as if against your will, your body mechanically approaches Chloe's unconscious body and begins swiftly removing her clothes with great machine-like precision, leaving her completely naked. Your body crouches down to Chloe and grips each one of her D-cup breasts and holds them tightly, squeezing them. You look up at the ceiling in ecstasy as you moan breathily,<span class="gradient-emphasis">"Mmmmmf mm omfffff"</span> You voice modulates as it shifts seemlessly into Chloe's raspy innocent timbre. You continue gripping her breasts, and squeeze a bit harder, as if absorbing something from her. You continue to moan, as your body <span class="transform-text">crunches</span> and <span class="slow-shake">shakes</span> violently, shrinking to match Chloe's.
Your breasts follow soon after <span class="undulate-text">undulating</span> until they reach Chloe's large breast size. Your taut stomach loosens, <span class="ripple-text">gurgling</span> before expanding every so slightly, leaving you with a faint and seductive pooch. You release your hands from her breasts and stand up once more, eyeing up her legs then looking at your own intently. Cracks and snaps sound off as your legs compact underneath you. You stand there stone-faced, not even reacting to these extreme changes.
Your legs begin to <span class="pulse-text">pulse</span> and fill out with womanly tissue and fat, proportionally wider and thicker. Your feet shift and crunch briefly, matching Chloe's own. You once more follow your thought's commands and quickly equip Chloe's whole outfit, with it fitting perfectly. Finally, you feel like someone is tracing and scribbling all over your body, as Chloe's tattoos begin to draw themselves all over.
You crouch down next to Chloe and give her a long kiss, during which it feels as though memories are flowing too and from your head. You can definitely feel Chloe's memories and as such many of Selene's memories that would overlap with Chloe's fade away. You finish the kiss with your doppleganger and stand up giving your thin wet lips a quick wipe with your arm.
<span class="btn">[[Your eyes graze over Chloe's naked laying body and then dilate heavily once more.->Becoming Chloe 3]]</span>
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Chloe's body, still unconscious, begins to flail and convulse involuntarily, before the entirety of her body at once erupts into <span class="undulate-text">undulating</span> flesh and snapping bones. In a mere 10 seconds, Chloe transforms into Selene's exact form.
As the changes make their final touches, Chloe (now with the appearance of Selene) stands up, her eyes still closed. She robotically, without opening her eyes begins to pick up all of your own clothes and put them on. She finishes her wardrobe and opens her eyes. "Selene" begins to look around, then lets out a deep <span class="purple-emphasis">''*yaaaaawn*''</span>, as if to "break the ice."
<span class="purple-emphasis">"What *slight yawn* happened?"</span> "Selene" asks you.
Without faltering you instantly assume Chloe's innocent bubbly character, <span class="teal-emphasis">"Oh you had just asked me to come in here whilst you fixed your makeup. You were telling me about how you confessed your crush to Adrian, but you got a bit nervous and had to come in here real quick!"</span> You say light-heartedly. "Selene" hears your explanation and accepts it without question. It is clear to you now that this person is no longer Chloe, but Selene, or at the very least Chloe is acting as Selene would.
Selene once more accepting you explanation, nods, thanks you, and walks out, presumably to go be with Adrian. You finally regain some sense of control back over your body and begin to get a bit upset, extremely frightened by the fact that you just stole another person's life!
<span class="btn">[[You decide that it would be best to acquaint yourself with this body and its memories.->Becoming Chloe 4]]</span>
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You look into the mirror besides you and sure enough your face is not that of Selene but of Chloe, a stereotypical e-girl that must love anime. You gloss over her many tattoos on your new arms. You give your self a tiny hop and feel your entire body jiggle in unison, stomach included. You lift up your shirt and pinch a slight handful of your paunch. After, you guide your hand up to your chest and try to squeeze, these large breasts are much too big for your small dainty hands to grasp fully. You let out a brief <span class="teal-emphasis">Mmf</span> and let your shirt drop.
You focus in on your memories, your new name is Chloe Arden, a film major at Whitmore University. You now are a bit of a film buff, particularly in horror movies and love anime of course. You are also a bit pretentious, constantly seeking approval from others and especially from your new boyfriend Matt. You are attracted to him, but you are now too self-centered to have any real care about any one detail about him. You just know that he has some similar interests and that he can give you some good sex. Otherwise, it's a relatively shallow relationship all things considered.
<span class="btn">[[You primp your hair in the mirror one time before exiting the bathroom and returning to your table.->Becoming Chloe 5]]</span>
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You take a seat at your table, now occupied by all of Matt, Selene, and Adrian. Adrian and Selene are cooing each other, having a deep conversation, whilst Matt is sitting there disinterestedly scrolling on his phone. You prance up to the table, seemingly putting on a more energetic and bubbly persona and announce to your boyfriend, <span class="teal-emphasis">"Matt baby! I just thought of a movie we can watch tonight!"</span> You pick up your fruity alcoholic drink and finish it before explaining the name of the new indie horror movie you found.
Matt agrees with your choice, seeming a bit more interested and tells Adrian and Selene that you two are going to head home for the night and chill out. The two of you walk out, you are clinging to Matt's arm as he orders and Uver to come pick you both up. After a few minutes of waiting and playfully arguing what your favorite current Manga is, your Uver pulls up and you both slide in.
You wait as Matt tells the driver to take you both to his apartment. After he finishes you lean over, your tits pressing against his shoulder, and you give him a long passionate kiss. <span class="teal-emphasis">You could at the least make this relationship a bit less fake</span>, you thought to yourself happily.
<span class="btn">[[You arrive at his apartment, thank the Uver driver, and enter.->Becoming Chloe end]]</span>
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<div class="passage-section">
You enter his apartment, and he immediately turns on the movie you recommended. However, neither of you are paying any attention to it. Initially, you sat there asking questions about him that Chloe never asked, and for once he seems much more happy and interested in Chloe than he had before, according to your memories. Of course, no matter what he said you didn't really care, you just wanted your relationship to seem deeper than somone like Selene's.
Your natural bubbly candor continued asking him questions getting deeper and deeper in content, during which Matt had begun absentmindedly massaging your breasts whilst still answering your questions. You were both sitting with your legs underneath yourselfs across from each other on the couch. His hands felt really good, causing you to moan occasionally between the words of your questions.
Your barrage of questions finally ceased as the pleasure from the fondling began to overtake your thoughts. Matt had already squirmed his hands underneath your shirt and bra, groping your D-cup breasts directly. He began to take off your shirt and bra simultaneously as you began to unbuckle and unzip his jeans. Your tits flopped out from underneath and onto your chest, one breast plopping earlier than the other.
You teased and rubbed his underwear before releasing his rock hard cock. You undid your twin tails and tossed the bands aside, as you lowered your head onto his cock and began to tease it with your tongue. Lapping it around the head, you brought your mouth to his cock and gave it a few sucks and bobs, feeling some of his unkept pubic hair on your chin and face.
<span class="btn">[[You finished up your cocktease and caught your breath before rising up.->Becoming Chloe end 2]]</span>
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Still on the coach, you pushed Matt onto his back with one hand softly, allowing him to fall flat. You stood up on your knees briefly before crawling into positon above is penis. In a practiced motion, you smiled at him and guided his cock into your pussy. You began grinding it, slowly, sensually, feeling as much as you can. One of his hands went behind his head to prop it up and the other found itself on your little pooch. He began to stroke and grope it, must've been some kink of his. Admittedly it did feel good though.
Your hands begame combing and holding your blonds locks as you began to ride is cock, feeling your breasts bounching on your chest, your thighs jiggling with each movement. Your belly jiggling slightly in Matt's hand. <span class="teal-emphasis">"Mmmf mmmmf.... oh....oh...yes"</span> you moaned to yourself. You looked down at your body and allowed your hands to move to your chest as they attempted to hold the big mounds, some of the fatty tissue of your tits flowing between your dainty hands.
<span class="teal-emphasis">I'm so fucking hot</span> you thought to yourself ravenously, still cupping your breasts and bouncing ontop of Matt. <span class="teal-emphasis">Our relationship is so much better than that bitch Selene,</span> you thought in an almost contradictory venom to how you normally speak. During which Matt had already come, still grunting from orgasming. You were too absorbed in thought to even initially realize. You still needed to finish however, so you continued to grind and pleasure yourself with his cock, rubbing your breasts.
You finally came in doing so, your hips bucking forward and some wet squirts dripped out of your pussy along with some of Matt's load. <span class="teal-emphasis">Luckily I started taking the pill a few months ago, his dick without a condom feels so much better than with one,</span> you selfishly thought to yourself.
You also concluded that your relationship with Matt is better than most of the girls that are in relationships on campus, especially some of the shallow ones in your film classes. And ironically, it was, Matt was much happier to have a girlfriend who cared more, although he didn't know it was all for show. You continued on, finishing your degree in Film and started making short films with Matt, enjoying the status quo of being in a loving relationship (even though you really only cared about your image).
''//Ending: Pretentious Chloe//''
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You walk up to his car and instantly take note of it. It is a pretty nice sports coupe, all black with tinted windows. A bit small for a man of his stature, but nonetheless nice. Adrian brings you around to the passenger side, opens the door for you, and let's you take a seat, holding your hand and supporting you as you lower into the vehicle.
He returns to the driver seat, takes a seat and starts the car, the engine revving loudly, clearly a byproduct of its fast engine. He gives you a reaasurring warm smile as he shifts gears, moving the car. He turns on some quiet metal music on his radio. He pulls onto the road and as the car lands on a long straight road, he moves his hand from the shifter and onto your pale thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. This action sends fireworks in your head bubbling into multiple emotions, one of lust and one of sincere love.
You lay your hand on top of his, as he continues to massage your thigh. You turn to him and look at him once more up and down, enjoying the sight. You reach his neck, once again seeing <<if $hasWord_1 is true>> that pendant similar to the one you found earlier, <<else>> that familiar intriguing pendant <</if>>. You feel a draw to it, and decide to ask about it, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Where did you get that pendant from?"</span>
WIth his eyes till on the road, he takes one hand off the steering wheel and lifts it, <span class="adrian-emphasis">"This thing? I bought it at this old lady's garage sale years ago, she said it was extremely old and I thought it was cool,"</span> he states turning it between his fingers. Whilst doing so, for a few moments, the back of it is facing you. You immediately see a word inscribed, it saying ''"te"''<<set $hasWord_2 is true>>. //''You feel the word embedding, searing into your memory, as if its impossible to forget.''//
You are once more brought back to those two emotions you felt, lust and love. You think about what you want out of this situation. Your thoughts, memories, and emotions clearly enjoying this truly romantic and perfect equilibrium between the two of you. However, your body says something different, your nether areas grow a bit warm, as your body (and your mind too) is clearly attracted to this man beyond what you had seen with somebody like Aaron. You look into his face as he is driving and warmly smile, quickly followed by your eyes wandering all the way down to his crotch, seeing the imprint of his cock.
<span class="btn">[[You give yourself an introspective sigh, as you decide this relationship shouldn't be tainted by lust and desire.->At Selene's apartment]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You give in to your desire, deciding to corrupt this beautiful relationship (with your mouth of course).->Adrian BJ]]</span>
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<div class="passage-section">
You two continue having a fluid and candid conversation, alternating between a wide range of topics, occasionally eleciting a hearty chuckle from Adrian as well as some mature giggles from you as well. The two of you have some sort of fairytale like connection that you are absolutely relishing in. The conversation glides along smoothly, as finally the car pulls into your apartment building parking lot.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"*happy sigh*Thanks for this, I had a really great time talking with you. Would you mind texting me when you get up to your apartment? Just want to make sure you get there okay,"</span> he says warmly, looking into your eyes sincerely. You clearly understand he means well, however, you can't help but be a bit sad that this night with him is going to end here.
<span class="btn">[["Why don't you come up for a while actually?"->Adrian comes to apartment]]</span>
<span class="btn">[["Of course, thank you, Adrian."(WIP)->Adrian goes home.]]</span>
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You remove your hand from his on your thigh and slowly creep and inch it towards his pants zipper. He doesn't notice this, still focused on the road, until he feels a warm grip on his crotch. His eyes widen briefly, before glancing down at his crotch and then to you with a suprised look. You lock your eyes with his, and give him a devilish grin.
Adrian is actively looking at you now, completely disregarding the road in front of him, your eyes, body, aura just emit lust and desire. A desire to please him. Being the kind man he is he begins to ask, <span class="adrian-emphasis">"Do you really wa-"</span>, you cut him short, bringing your other hand to his mouth and silencing him, simultaneously and skillfully unzipping his pants.
You bring his pants down slightly as you begin to rub his bulge in his underwear. You can literally feel it warm up as it begins to receive a blood supply from arousal. You bite your lips in anticipation, seeing this bulge growing to much bigger sizes than you have ever seen before (even according to Selene's memories). You grab the elastic band of his underwear and pull it down to allow his cock to rise to attention, hard and long. You'd estimate he was at minimum 8 inches in length, which checks out considering the rest of his character is that of a hunk of a man.
You grip it with your left hand, stroking it up and down, occasionally pressing on the tip with your thumb. You look up at his face, continuing your cock treatment and analyze his face. He is blushing and has his eyes glued to the road, as if avoiding looking at you. Further studying him you come to a realization, combining your findings as well as Selene's memories, you conclude that Adrian is a virgin!
Given your body's (and curses) expertise in sex and seduction, you quickly understand your role in this situation. You release your hand temporarily, give it a quick sloppy spit, and return it to his cock and resume stroking and teasing. After a few more revolutions, you remove your hand and autonomously pull your hair into a makeshift bun with your right hand.
<span class="btn">[[You guide his hand to this bun and allow him to hold onto it, as you proceed to lower your head onto his penis .->Adrian BJ 2]]</span>
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You quickly get to work, playing with the tip of his shaft with your dainty tongue, allowing a bit of saliva to flow over it in its entirety. After a few moments you transition, moving your mouth over it, forming your mouth's shape to the perfect outline of his cock. You begin to suck and move slowly up and down, lapping your tongue around his shaft as you do so. You do this in a very intimate way, as if to pay respects to the intimate romance you and he share.
You begin to moan softly, <span class="purple-emphasis">Mmf mm mmf nhg</span>. You can hear Adrian above you matching your moans with his own manly quiet grunts of pleasure, as matching your cadence and intensity. You begin to feel his cock twitch abruptly, shaking, indicating his cum is on the way. You lift of his cock and finish him with your left hand, stroking it quite quickly as his come begins to rope up and down in an small arc as it lands all over your hand.
He is breathing heavily, clearly still digesting the pleasure he had just experienced. You look down at your hand, both content with your self and a bit disgusted by the substance caking your fingers. You hold it away from you, not having an easy and clean solution to clean yourself up. You hold it away from you with distaste, as the car pulls into the parking lot of your apartment building.
You exit, and walk over to a patch of grass. You bend over and wipe the cum off your fingers in the lawn. As your doing so, you feel a manly palm grab your ass roughly, squeezing it firmly.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"I see you enjoyed that huh Adrian? I have been wanting to do that for a long time so thank you for let-"</span>, your flirtatious comment is interupted by Adrian strongly pick you up by the waist and tucking you under his left arm, easily carrying you horizontally. You glance up at your captor and see Adrian with a completely new demeanor, gone is his kind-hearted gaze, instead his eyes are glazed over completely controlled by carnal lust.
<span class="btn">[[He breaths in slow controlled breaths carrying you all the way to the elevator in your apartment building.->Adrian Sex]]</span>
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It is here that he selects the 4th floor (where Selene's apartment is) and calmly waits. You are a bit embarassed to be in this precarious and compromising position, worried what someone might think if they see this image. The elevator dings and Adrian, with you in tow, walks straight to your apartment. He crouches and lifts your doormat that says "Welcome Sexy" on it, grabbing a key. He inserts it and enters your apartment, carrying you directly to your room.
He tosses you onto your purple bedsheets, as you breath a bit cautiously and nervously. Although a bit horny, this man is extremely large and strong, he could easily overpower you if he wishes. And as if on command, Adrian flips you over with ease, tearing away your biker jacket. He the rotates you once more onto your back, and grips your shorts and panties, strongly pulling them down your legs.
Adrian's eyes are dark with shadows at the moment, as he releases his hold of you briefly, swiftly removing his pants and underwear. His cock is raging and pointing directly at your exposed vagina. Adrian begins to huff, as he quickly grabs you by the legs and hoists you closer to him, half of your body hanging off the bed, being supported by his grip. He moves his hands up to your waist and easily places your body onto his cock, missionary style.
You yelp at this sudden entry, somehow not anticipating Adrian's forwardness. He begins to methodically pound you, with repitive powerful thrusts, each delayed by a second or so. Each injection causing a loud moan out of your mouth <span class="purple-emphasis">Anh! Anng AAhn</span>.
<span class="btn">[[He pushes you, his cock still placed inside you, back onto the bed.->Adrian Sex 2]]</span>
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Adrian then releases his grip of your waist and with one hand, grabs the bottom of your top and pulls it up and over your breasts taking your bra with it, exposing your bosom. He then hunches over and begins thrusting once more, a bit quicker than previously. He takes both hands and supports his upper body by gripping each on of your tits and squeezing them rythmically, causing you to feel immense pleasure.
You moan loudly, before orgasming, your vocal chords straining a bit from the sheer pleasure, <span class="purple-emphasis">AAAAAhhhnnnn, ng</span>. However, Adrian is not done, with your body, as he releases your tits from his grip and lifts you up into the air, holding you in line with his face. He then proceeds to lift you up and down onto his straight cock, fucking you mid air.
Each thrust causing a moan out of you and a grunt from him. He looks into you eyes, not even acting like he was really Adrian anymore, as he presses his lips onto yours, biting at your lower lip, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You are being suffocated in pleasure, this man's carnal desire knowing no bounds. Adrian is still bouncing you on his cock, your arms wrapped over his shoulders and your legs curled around his torso.
There is seemingly no emotion on his face, no real mention of happiness or enjoyment, just raw focus on pleasuring himself with your body. You orgasm again, quivering from this euphoric feeling. Adrian smoothly slides you off his cock, and tosses you face first back onto the bed, with you legs hang of the edge.
<span class="btn">[[He grabs your waist and yanks you back, allowing your feet to land on the floor, leaving your upper body and lower body at a 90 degree angle coincident with the bed.->Adrian Sex 3]]</span>
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He then seductively grips your two round ass cheeks, squishing and squeezing them as if for his own enjoyment. He then lifts you up slightly, and once more lodges his cock into your pussy, which at this point was becoming a bit sore and raw. He did not care, as he began slamming into your backside, serving you blissful strong backshots.
His grunts and your moans filling the room, surely at this point disturbing your neighbours, however, you didn't care. You were completely drowned in sexual rapture. He began spanking you roughly a few times, eliciting a moan from you each time, creating a reaction you didn't expect from yourself.
You finally feel his cock begin to twitch once more as your vaginal muscles clamp down on him as if preventing him from escape. However, Adrian had no intent of pulling out, leading with a final plunge into your backside, releasing a long drawn out load into your body. You let out a few shallow breaths of relief and satisfaction. He removes his cock from you and sits on the bed beside you.
You roll over, and eye him up once again. He is stone cold, it like something in his brain broke from the sexual interaction you decided to gift him in the car. You crawled up your bed, the covers still not pulled back and you laid your head on your pillow and slept.
<span class="btn">[[A month later.....->Adrian Sex Final]]</span>
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Ever since that night, the two of you had barely left your apartment, fucking like bunnies day in and day out. Adrian was completely changed and absorbed by his sex drive. You had tried to stop it, pull him out of his trance, but every time he just overpowered you and continued. And for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to leave, as if guilt ridden with what you did to him.
Your roommates had since moved out, clearly assuming you and Adrian were going steady. Adrian hardly spoke anymore, but that didn't really matter, as his cock was massive and spoke to the effect of thrusting, pumping, and ramming you at any time that was convenient.
You had thought that maybe the curse had caused this, but you honestly didn't think so. The two of you were just figuratively transformed into probably the two most depraved nymphs on the planet, a match made in heaven. You accept your life of constant sex, serving Adrian's cock as the ultimate fuck toy. //Maybe next time you should take the partner of a lifetime and not just suck him off?//
''//Ending: Depraved Selene//''
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His eyes go wide for a moment before relaxing, as if he was hoping you'd offer and glad that you did. He gives you a quick nod and smile as he shuts off his engine and exits. The two of you walk platonically, chatting as you navigate through the lobby,to the elevator, and up to the 4th floor, where Selene's apartment is.
You feel into your purse and pluck out your apartment keys and unlock the door, turning on the lights. The apartment is rather plain, but homely, clearly cared for and cleaned regularly. There is the occasional picture of Selene and her roomates, as well as some contemporary abstract art strewn about. You the foyer immediately opens into a studio-like layout of a small kitchen area, a small dining table area, and a living room just past that, with 3 bedroom doors on the outskirts of the area.
Your memories quickly enlighten you that both your roommates went home this weekend to their families, and as such you are left unbothered and alone at home. However, that is not the case, you are actually here with your newfound partner. You look to him and see him looking about the apartment, taking in all the details you just described as he opened his mouth, <span class="adrian-emphasis">"You know, tonight is kind of feeling like a movie and popcorn night to me."</span>
You smirk and give him a light nod and smile as you say, <span class="purple-emphasis">"That sounds like a great idea, I'll make some popcorn. Make yourself comfortable on the couch."</span> Adrian obliges and makes his way over, as your memories notify you of where a large bowl and the microwaveable popcorn is in your kitchen cupboards. You prepare the meal, popping it into the microwave and turn towards the living room where Adrian is currently sitting. <span class="purple-emphasis">"What should we watch? Maybe a horror? Science fiction?"</span> You begin, listing off a few genres that both you and Adrian like.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"Actually I have something else in mind,"</span> Adrian says flicking threw the streaming service on your tv with the remote, before landing on a movie. This movie, however, didn't align with any of the generes you listed, nor any you would expect him to pick. It was a popular feel-good rom-com, except this was one neither you nor Selene had seen before.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"If that's what you want, that sounds great to me!"</span> You say, as the microwave beeps. You fill the bowl, and waltz over to the couch and plop a few inches away from Adrian. You set the bowl on the coffee table in front of you and remove your leather jacket, leaving you with just a white crop covering your torso. Adrian starts the movie as you two begin to watch the screen flicker.
<span class="btn">[[Adrian scoots closer to you, and lifts his arm up and over your shoulder.->Movie time]]</span>
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<span class="purple-emphasis">Very smooth Mr. Voss</span> you think to yourself, blushing a bit at his simple romantic gesture. The movie continues on for 20-30 minutes, occasionally elicitng a few giggles and chuckles from you and Adrian. You find yourself snuggling up to him, your head leaning on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body on your face. The movie continues, moving into some sad scene that happens in the plot, in which you find eyes welling up with tears as you sniffle and wipe away.
Adrian, upon noticing your reations to the movie, holds you a bit more tightly against him, trying to comfort you for the sad display on screen. The movie progresses to the finale, stereotypically ending in a "feel good" type of ending of romance, where everything works out for the main characters and so on. You feel just happy and content in the moment as some soppy happy song comes on and the credits roll, an endearing smile plastered across your face as you snuggle into Adrian once more.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"That was a really good suggestion Adrian, thank you,"</span> you say, your head still rested on his chest as you are kind of turning your head up at him. He looks down to your face, and gives your head a few gentle pets and strokes, causing you to feel a bit giddy, and embarassed as well. <span class="purple-emphasis">"Let me get changed into something more comfortable real quick,"</span> you say, raising from his chest and standing up. You give him a warm smile and quickly say, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Wait here,"</span> as you saunter off to a door along the edge of the room, your memories telling you this is Selene's room. As you are doing so, you swipe your jacket and bring it with you.
<span class="btn">[[You enter your new bedroom.->Selene bedroom]]</span>
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You immediately arrive in Selene's bedroom, and immediately realize something that had not come up naturally from your borrowed memories. Her, or rather your, favorite color is purple, as your room is absolutely plastered with it, from bed sheets and covers, band posters with purple in it, LED's that are switched to purple, even a fuzzy purple carpet.
You walk over to your new closet and open it, and as expected there are quite a few purple items. Thankfully, there are a lot of clothes in here and about 75% of them aren't distinctly purple. You do, however, naturally gravitate to a set of satin purple (go figure) pajamas, consisting of a pair of shorts and a long sleeve blouse. You grab it off the hook and toss it onto your bed.
In the corner of your room, you spot your new vanity, something that you never had the pleasure of having when you were a man. You walk over and note the different pieces of jewelry and such sitting about. Among them, a distinct silver ring with an interesting snake like construction. It has an aura about it, such that you pick it up and inspect it. and look on the inner edge of it. You notice a word is inscribed into it, ''"ligo"''. It immediately sputters and disappears from the ring. //''You feel the word embedding, searing into your memory, as if its impossible to forget.''// <<set $hasWord_3 is true>>You set it down, your curiosity satisfied, and look over to a dresser.
In this dresser your memories paint a wealth of both sexy and functional undergarments, all having their particular use cases and situations according to Selene's memories and habits. However, there is one set that you can visually imagine in your head, a purple leather set that Selene had previously bought for the sole purpose of this exact situation, that being Adrian at her apartment alone.
<span class="btn">[[You disregard the under garments and put on your comfy pajamas.->Pajama chill]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You approach the dresser and grab the leather set.->Leather sexy]]</span>
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You decide against doing anything sexual tonight, really enjoying the romantic love that quickly developed over the course of the night between you and Adrian. You quickly put on your pajamas and return to him, sitting next to him on the couch. He gives you a warm smile as the two of you resume conversation, chatting about random things pertaining to classes and such.
The two of you have a genuine romantic love, not something you expected to have with a man in your lifetime, but here you are. As the conversation continues, you slowly get more comfortable and relaxed in Adrian's presence, everything between you two completely natural and serene.
<span class="btn">[[Eventually, you begin to doze off, feeling completely secure and safe around this man. You finally rest, leaning on his shoulder.->Day 2]]</span>
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You take the leather set and lift it up in front of you, inspecting it. You are positive that this will probably be uncomfortable against your skin, but you also have this knowledge that you feel super sexy in it. You recall a memory of Selene's where she found this set at an expensive lingerie store in the city, tried it on, and decided this was the one for Adrian. She hadn't worn it since, saving it for just this moment.
You jittered a bit in excitement and anxiety, realizing that you were going to put this sexy lingerie and show off to Adrian in hopes of making him happy. You also felt another feeling, you were also doing this out of love and as a thank you to him. Not only for driving you home, but for being the kind person he is, and for being the potentially the only person you would ever need in this life. You quickly remove your whole ensemble, throwing them into the laundry bin before equiping the leather set.
You immediately feel more confident and sexy wearing this. You instinctively adjust your breasts in your bra, noticing that you were correct in the assumption that this would be uncomfortable. <span class="purple-emphasis">Uncomfortable but worth it</span> you thought. You gave your breasts a quick emphatic squeeze before going over to your vanity, and touching up your makeup. You also grab a parfum, of which was yet another item bought for this moment. You give yourself a few sprits, check yourself out briefly in the mirror and prepare to go back out to Adrian. Just before, however, you return to your closet and grab a silk robe and tie it over yourself, wrapping the gift you had carefully prepared for Adrian.
You move towards the bedroom door, just a few steps away from leaving, when a thought emerges in your head. <span class="purple-emphasis">What the hell am I doing? I am ''not'' Selene, and I am not supposed to be a woman. Why am I going through with this, living out Selene's fantasies?</span> You also think about confessing your true identity, or making some effort to circumvent this curse that prevents you from telling anyone. Upon thinking this, you are stricken with a cold breeze like feeling, the exact same as at the bar earlier. You know this a warning, a sign of consequences if you go against its heedings.
<span class="btn">[[You mentally prepare yourself and begin to feel excited as you reach for the door for the purpose of presenting Adrian his "gift"(WIP).->Adrian gift.]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You decide you need to try to convince Adrian to help you with your situation, and deny this life of becoming Selene. ->Adrian punishment]]</span>
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You begin to reach for the doorknob, resolving to tell Adrian about your curse and true identity. You walk out, clad in your silk robe and leather undergarments, he looks up at you from his phone, a curiosity in his eyes. You walk over assertively, prepared to spill all the information you can on the former Selene and your true identity.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"Adrian, my real name ==is not Selene== is Selene, and I am a ==man==woman!"</span> You say abruptly. Adrian is clearly confused by your obvious statements, after uttering them you feel an ice cold prick on your neck, yet another warning before consequences happen. You disregardt this and quickly walk over the kitchen grabbing a notepad and pen, walk back over to Adrian and sit down on the couch.
You begin to right on the notepad on the coffee table, you attempt to explain the nature of your being without speaking and hope you can bypass it by doing this, however, to your horror something else happens. You begin to write, however, the motions do not match what your brain is trying to output, your hand is shaking, as if you are having difficulty controlling it. You print the following words, in handwriting that would be indistinguishable from Selene's, "//I actually don't like you, this was a dare from Chloe to see how far you would go to be with me//" It was so out of character after everything that had transpired, and even more so out of character for Selene to write, another cold feeling pokes your nape once again, warning you once more.
You look at Adrian in silence, a look of worry pasted across your face. You are hoping he notices the weird situation, the context, you hope he puts together the pieces and asks the write questions. You exagerrate this look further attempting to sway your head side to side as if to say no to something or disprove what you just wrote. However, finally the warnings had stopped and rather the culminating punishment emerges.
<span class="btn">[[You abruptly felt a piercing absolutely freezing penetration into the nape of your neck.->Adrian transformation begin.]]</span>
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You immediately realize you made a big mistake. Your face's expression, against your will, drops from that worried look, like a facade that was abruptly turned off. It switches to that of a cold, uncaring look. Adrian, despite his calm and understanding nature, was immediately put off by this sudden change. He looks at you with concern, for you well-being.
Some thought in the back of your mind was telling you that this curse was not happy with your reptitive attempts at exposing your true self. Your face change once more, taking on a deceptive contrast to your sudden coldness. You look softly at Adrian and give him a warm smile, <span class="purple-emphasis">"I really want to show you something actually follow me."</span> You stand up, and extend your hand allowing Adrian to grab it. You pull his hand, allowing him to trail just behind you as you exit your apartment.
You look out and seemingly your brain gives you a couple of decisions, either walk up to the door across from your apartment, go right to your neighbors or left to your other neighbors.
<span class="btn">[[You walk across and step in front of your neigbours directly across from your apartment.->Punishment Straight]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You take a right outside your door, making your way to the next door neighbor.->Punishment right.]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You take a left outside your door, making your way to the next door neighbor.->Punishment left.]]</span>
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You grasb the door handle and open into the apartment before you, with it somehow being locked. You bring Adrian in with you and shut the door. The two of you look about the apartment before you, an unmistakably European, French-like apartment. Elegant furniture,tables, chairs placed with care in a room with the same layout as Selene's. The kitchen, having metal cookware and a wide assortment of knives, with delicate lace placemats, dish towels. A few French-vanilla candles sprinkled throughout, all lit for some reason, giving the room a romantic feel.
Adrian walks over to the kitched counter and picks up a phone what is adorned with an extremely feminine pink and floral detailed case. He taps on the screen and looks at it for but a moment, before dropping it suddenly where he had took it from. Adrian instantly doubles over, balancing himself on the counter, you can hear him heaving as a faint gurgling sound is coming from his stomach. Then abruptly, a loud <span class="pulse-text">crack</span> sounds through the room, causing Adrian's lower torso to jut forward, you can see his spine has completely changed shape giving him an entirely different, feminine posture.
He lets out a loud ,<span class="adrian-emphasis">"Hnnnng"</span> as his legs contort in an unnatural way before a <span class="transform-text">crunch</span> erupts, both his spine and legs shrink instantly, with Adrian massively dropping from his large stature to a miniscule 5"1'. He is still breathing heavily, as he aggressively pulls and rips his shirt with one arm, letting it drop to the ground. All the muscles over his body <span class="ripple-text">ripple</span> and deflate gradually but quickly leaving him soft all over. You watch his silhouette shrink once more. Another snap sounds, his waist '<span class="pulse-text">crunching</span>, his rib cage <span class="slow-shake">snapping</span>, his collar bone contortingto match, and compacting. His pants easily slide off his body, just in time for his hips to expand slowly, giving him a very feminine structure.
Another <span class="ripple-text">ripple</span> began to travel across his body, distributing fat to his thighs, ass, a bit to his arms, and finally traveling to his flat chest. His nipples <span class="undulate-text">undulate</span> and expand into two pert breasts. It paints a weird picture to see this manly head on this extremely petite, feminine body, further, his large cock protruding from this form as well.
<span class="btn">[[The fininshing changes commence.->Elise and Margo 1]]</span>
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You grip the doorhandle and walk in, somehow the door is unlocked. You are a bit shocked by this as well, confused as to what is in store for you. You enter into the apartment and flick the lights on, it holds effectively the same exact layout as your apartment. Your eyes flicker and scan about, trying to understand who's apartment you just infiltrated.
You look down by the door frame, seeing an assortment of basketball sneakers as well as some eccentric heels and boots. It's pretty plainly decorated all things considered, however, it had an air of soul and looked lived-in. A gaming console sits underneath their living room tv, the controller laying on the coffee table. The fridge door has a few note pages hung up with an assortment of magnets. Upon scanning the room, your memories enlighten you who lives here.
Your brain distributes the information to you, a black couple resides here, both college students at Whitmore university as well. Tyrone and Keisha. They had always been pretty energetic and rambunctious, occasionally hosting house parties. You recall that you would often see them fighting, their loud personalities butting heads on occassion one moment, then the next laughing and enjoying each other.
You bring Adrian over to a leather seat in the corner of the living room, where you command him, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Sit."</span> You say sternly, your face returning to that cold-hearted demeanor. Adrian, a bit scared of your change in character, obliges and sits, his arms on the rests of the chair. As he is sitting there you untie your robe and toss it aside, looking at Adrian lustfully.
<span class="btn">[[You abruptly felt a piercing absolutely freezing penetration into the nape of your neck.->Ty and Keisha.]]</span>
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<span class="adrian-emphasis">"Sel, what are we doing here exa-"</span> he stops speaking abruptly, you are shooting him a piercing stare. His voice chokes up, as if something is preventing him to speak. You notice Adrian struggle ever so slightly, however, it is like his body, arms and legs, are restrained very tightly against the chair, allowing only his eyes to realy move freely.
You waltz over to Adrian, still in your purple leather set, and turn around resting your ass and thighs on the crotch of his pants. You begin slowly grinding, giving him a lapdance. Maintaining your gyration, your body begins convulsing and quivering, intermittently interrupting your lap dance.
Your legs <span class="slow-shake">crack</span> abruptly, shortening in length. Fat redistributes quickly through your body <span class="transform-text">sloshing</span> and <span class="undulate-text">shifting</span>, filling the room with wet squelching sounds. Your thighs fill, becoming extremely thick, your ass pushes out further, becoming quite massive in size, both of which adorned with cellulitis and natural wrinkles. Your stomach gurgles briefly before forming into the slightest paunch. Your breasts, independent of one another, <span class="undulate-text">flop</span> up and down, increasing in width and size, sagging against your rib cage, still maintaining a youthful fullness. During which, the abrupt transformation had torn your old leather lingerie, both your panties and bra snapping and falling to the ground.
Your hair, still black, begins to coil and shorten into a short, but very curly bob. Your body has stopped shaking, allowing you to sensually continue grinding on Adrians crotch. The slightest grumble noice sounds from your body, as your skin tone takes on a milk-chocolate color. You feel the slightest warm burning feeling on your lower back, as a tramp stamp tatoo applies itself.
Your face, begins to <span class="transform-text">contort</span> and <span class="slow-shake">crack</span>, your facial bones grinding into a new identity. <span class="gradient-keisha">Mmmmmmmm</span>, you moan longingly, your voice's register changing into something different and deeper. All the while, you are bringing your hands to your face, feeling your features move about, your lips expanding into a set of pillowy lips.
Your transformation finishes, leaving you in the body of a bodacious black woman. You increase the aggressiveness of your lap dance, twerking your large behind thrashing about behind you, making a soft plopping sound against the material of Adrian's pants. You feel two masculine hands grip your behind and give it a couple spanks.
<img src="images/keishasquatblur.png" alt="Keisha" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
<span class="btn">[[You look over your shoulder and look at Adrian.->Ty and Keisha 2.]]</span>
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You turn the knob, Adrian still in towe. Surprisingly it opens, no key required. You are left a bit perplxed, not knowing what the curse has in store for you. What you see is a modest neatly kept apartment. The layout is simple and conventionally similar to Selene's apartment. Light hardwood floors, minimalistic furniture. You look about and see a few academic awards hanging up and strewn about. Some of degrees, some of papers encased in glass. A stack of textbooks of philosophy and literature neatly stacked on the coffee table. It feels lived in, but quiet and orderly.
You bring Adrian to the small dinner table and slide a seat out, prompting him to sit. He obliges, a bit scared of the situation and how you just effectively broke into this apartment. You drop your robe and walk over to the wall briefly, looking at a framed academic paper. "The Fluidity of Identity in Postmodern Consciousness" it is titled, written by a Dr. Mei-Ling Sato, whom is apparently a professor at Whitmore University with a doctorate in philosophy and history.
<span class="btn">[[Your eyes dilate and focus on the name, causing you to lose balance and balance yourself agaisnt the wall.->Sato Professors 1]]</span>
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What you see is honestly, not what you expected. As you were going through your transformation, Adrian must have gone through his own. No longer could the person behind you be called Adrian, your memories immediately recognize him as Tyrone. He is palming what he can of your massive fat ass, its soft flesh sinking and flopping about in his hands.
<span class="keisha-emphasis">"Let's do this baby..."</span> you say, your voice containing a distinctive rythym and confidence , pausing your twerking and turning around, crouching down to his crotch. You unzip him and slid his pants down his legs, exposing his large black cock standing at attention. You give your hands a sloppy spit and stroke his cock briefly, lubing it up. After a few moments, satisfied with its lubrication, you stand back up and turn around around, aligning your vagina over his shaft. You then let your body drop onto it, his cock easily sliding into your loose folds, as if it had been inserted many times before, resounding in a loud thomp your as checks and meaty thighs making contact with his hown thighs.
You then begin bouncing up and down, your entire body jiggling about. You take your flopping breats in your hands and cup them, softly laying in your palms and shfiting about with your quick motion. You lean over slightly, bringing one nipple to your mouth as you begin to suck and moan. Your release it and lean back on Tyrone with both your hands, moaning loudly as you bounce on his cock, <span class="keisha-emphasis">"MMMMMM, fuck yeah baby, mmmf, ahhn, just like that baby. MMMMF, I know you like that baby. My big fat ass bouncing all over your unng, big cock, mmmmmmf"</span>
<span class="btn">[[You relish in the pleasure.->Ty and Keisha 3.]]</span>
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You smile to yourself as you enjoy the feeling of his cock pulling in and out of your loose, moist folds, squelching with each thrust. You hear Tyrone's grunts behind you, clearly enjoying the sensation just as you are. Your ass ploppng onto his thighs, your full, somewhat saggy tits slapping against your torso every so often.
During this intercourse, you get into a rythym and go a bit into thought. It was here, where thoughts, memories of Keisha's life begin to flood into your head, you major in communications, getting a degree like your momma always wanted. You love your boyfriend Tyrone, whom you've been dating since junior year in high school. The two of you occasionally get into fights, but that's just how it is in a fiery relationship such as yours.
You instinctively know that you have a love for partying, clubbing, going to concerts, and keeping up with the latest fashion trends, often times opting for tighter clothing, however, admittedly it would be difficult to find looser clothes with a body as voluptuous as yours.
Tyrone, a sports management major, is a starting small forward on the basketball team, and he is quite talented. You acknowledge that Keisha, or rather you, hopes that he can make it big playing professionally playing basketball. You are intensely loyal of him, even sometime to the fault of jealousy occasionally.
<span class="btn">[[Tyrone grips your ass firmly and bucks into you, orgasming and simultaneously making you orgasm as well.->Ty and Keisha End.]]</span>
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You let out a long winded sigh of satisfaction as you raise your wobbly behind off his cock, his cock falling out and flopping over to the side limply. <span class="adrian-emphasis">"That was fucking amazing baby, your ass feels fatter every time we have sex,"</span> he says matter of factly giving your ass final squeeze before peeling the condom of his dick and setting it aside. His voice is deep and strong.
<span class="keisha-emphasis">"Boo, you know ''nobody'' rides better than me,"</span> you say confidently turning around and leaning on the chair, giving Tyrone a long intimate kiss, before releasing. Your mind tells you it is about 12 AM, and apparently you were going to go clubbing with some friends. You and Tyrone have a routine of having sex before nights out, both out of pleasure but as a sign of loyalty such that they won't be tempted to cheat on each other when they go out. A surprsingly healthy decision despite their incessant and random arguing bouts.
<span class="keisha-emphasis">"Okay baby, I am going to get ready, you know Tiana and Simone wanted to get a bit tipsy tonight,"</span> you explain to him calmy, already completely sexually cooled off from your passionate sex. Tyrone gives you a quick nod and smile of affrimation. You give him one more peck before going to your bedroom and getting ready, throughing together a fashionable clubbing outfit. You strap some heels on, Tyrone sitting on the couch now playing some basketball video game. He gives a quick whistle of appreciation of your sexy outfit, as you clack out of the apartment. As you are walking to the elevator you see a few familiar faces, Selene your neighbor holding hands with a tall muscular ass dude.
<span class="keisha-emphasis">"Okaaaaay, don't get too frisky in that apartment of yours!"</span> you say to the passing couple energetically and kindly. Selene blushes heavily and gives you a quick nod and smile. The tall one smiles back to you warmly and does the same. For reference, something in your mind tells you that this couple, despite being your original identity just minutes ago, is the real Tyrone and Keisha. The new couple doesn't seem to mind their new circumstances as you make your way to the club, ready to enjoy a good time with your friends, and excited for the new life ahead of you.
''//Ending: New Keisha//''
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Leaning against the wall beside the framed paper, you begin to heave and breath heavily, as if exhausted. You feel a weird sensation as if all the skin on your body was losing it's tautness and began sagging sligthly, developing wrinkles and stretch marks all over. Certain parts of your body begin <span class="pulse-text">gurgling</span> quietly, allowing a small amount of soft tissue and fat to pour into your midsection and upper arms, giving your body a skinny fat appearance. You hips contracted as your waist extended slightly, maintaining a feminine shape but nothing remarkable or "hourglass" shaped. Your spine <span class="slow-shake">cracks</span> shortening as well as causing your posture to turn more straight and upright, as if you practiced having perfect posture your whole life.
You felt your bra vanish beneath your robe, and afterwards your breasts seemingly deflated, remaining the same relative mass, hanging somewhat sadly against your torso, retaining a very slight bit of perkiness. Your legs and knees abruptly <span class="ripple-text">snapped</span> causing your entire being to fall and shrink. You now sat at a measily 5'2". Your thighs softened further, losing their youthful tautness that Selene had. Your ass shrinks into your body, leaving you with a small, slightly sagging behind.
Your hair pulled back into your scalp, before stopping at a short, chin length, professional bob, completely smooth and straight. Your vagina quivered underneath your panties, the folds growing more loose, as if you had aged abrupty. During all of this you were breathing heavily as if you had just physically exhaused yourself greatly, soft air escaping your lips intermittently. You finally pushed yourself off the wall and turned to Adrian, looking at him with a serene look just before your hands flew up to your face.
Your face began to meld and slosh about, your facial features shifting beneath your digits, which you noted felt wrinkly and very slender. Your noice shifting, your eyes decreasing in size and adjusting in shape. Some more breathy moans escaped your lips as your voice adjusted slightly to a new sultry tone.
<span class="btn">[[You remove your hands and look at Adrian calmly.->Sato Professors 2]]</span>
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//Apologies if this translation is incorrect in any way, I just felt the romaji would make it more immersive//
<span class="keisha-emphasis">「Chotto matte ne, Jiji, sukoshi kaeru hitsuyou ga aru.」</span>
//(“Give me just a minute, darling, I need to change real quick.”)//
You say to Adrian fluently, in a language you had never uttered before, even including inflections that you would never think to include. You give him a quick nod and gracefully walk over to a door, presumably their bedroom. As you are opening the door you can see Adrian is completely white in shock and fear, something tells you he intends to escape. You disregard this, continuing into the bedroom. Before you close the door, you hear the wooden chair squeek against the floor loudly, as he quickly jumps out of it and towards the door. You hear him grab the handle then a lound tumble sound as he hits the ground suddenly. You can hear him grunting loudly in discomfort, quickly muffled and inuaudible from you closing the door behind you.
You mind effectively makes you ignore his unnerving grunts as you begin to hum some oriental children's song, you move about the room getting ready. You walk up to your dresser and pluck out a white bustier, and smoothly put it on, clasping it in the back and adjusting your breasts inside. You look down your body at your leather panties, and in doing so they begin to <span class="ripple-text">ripple</span> and shift into a matching white undergarments magically. You go to your dresser once more and grab out some white stocking and garter belt, attaching them and rolling them up your old legs, letting them snap in place once they reach your upper thigh.
You look into a mirror in the room and study your body briefly. You are now much shorter than you had ever been, you feel more frail than ever, and much more sluggish. However, despite that, you definitely feel more graceful, mature, sure of yourself. You eye your face, that of an aged Japanese woman, deep brown eyes, your face accompanied with wrinkles and crows feet. Your face, when compared to Selene's, was that of an average woman. Your tits, propped up by your bustier, still felt smaller than before, even though your mind knew that you wore the same bra-size as Selene. You were just average.
<img src="images/Dr. Sato Bodyblur.png" alt="Sato" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:2em auto; border-radius:6px;">
You look around the room, a modest and uncluttered bedroom with the main purpose of it for sleep. A medium sized bed, with nightstands on each side, both of which holding the both you and presumably your husband are currently reading. The walls and room maintain a soft beige, with hints and personal effects of your Japanese heritage, as well as singular muted tatami rug.
You lend a quick ear to the commotion outside your room as you definitely hear some loud cracking, sloshing, and grunting in the other room, no longer in the voice of Adrian but someone different, muffled by the door between you. You smile softly, feeling a bit off-puttin and almost sinister in response to the disgusting noises erupting from Adrian in the other room.
<span class="btn">[[You open a journal on top of the dresser in front of you labeled Mei-Ling Sato.->Sato Professors 3]]</span>
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You begin reading from yesterday's passage, immediately recognizing that it is completely in Japanese, however, you understand it completely, without any loss between the localization in your brain. As you read on, memories of this new life pour into your head. Your new identity is Mei-Ling Sato, an Japan native, who has lived in America for the latter two-thirds of her life, pursuing academic accolades and advanced studies in the field of classical literature and philosphy, studying the nature of human beings and their understanding of identity.
You are 52 years old now, no kids, and an extremely accomplished professor, with many published papers and technical articles on human analysis and philosophy. You are married to one Kenji Sato, affectionally known by you as Jiji, whom you presume is who Adrian is turning into. You have been married for 32 years, at a young age in back in Japan.
Kenji, like you, is also an equally accomplished professor in the field of physics, often lending his study and time to proofs quantum mechanics and even discussing with you frequently on the potential of the quantum realm having noticeable effects on the personalities and behaviors of human beings.
You are both deeply in love, not having even a remote thought of leaving on another. Unfortunatly, Kenji is sterile for a nonspecific genetic reason, and as such the two of you have been unable to conceive children. Not wanting go down other routes, the two of you resolve to expend your lives on being kind to strangers, pursuing acadmic excellence, and enjoying the time you have with each other on this earth. This circumstance, fortunately, did not have a negative effect on you or Kenji's sex drive, maintaining a healthy bond between one another. You two have discussed potentially adopting a child, but haven't come to a firm decision on it.
<span class="btn">[[You open a journal on top of the dresser in front of you labeled Mei-Ling Sato.->Sato Professors 4]]</span>
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You finish up reading the passage from the journal and walk towards the door, no more noises coming from the common area of your apartment. You open the door and see the image of Kenji, reading glasses on his nose reading some article, in a button up shirt and underwear, waiting for you to return.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">「Rinrin, anata ga soko ni iru aida ni, hokuto bunsho wa hotondo owarimashita yo!」</span>
//(Rinrin, I almost finished this entire article whilst you were in there!)//
Adrian, now in the form of a Dr. Kenji Sato, teased you lightheartedly, his voice carrying the natural candor and inflections of a Japanese man. Age has seemingly affected him more than you, his body a literal husk of his previous identity of Adrian, short, skinny, almost gaunt. Despite this, his demeanor is kind and light-hearted, as he looked you up and down at your outfit.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">「Sugo-i kirei da yo, Rinrin! Sore wa itsu katta no?」</span>
//("You look stunning in that, Rinrin! When did you buy that?")//
He said intently, a clear cut compliment to you. You blush cutely, batting your eyes at his smooth talking.
<span class="keisha-emphasis">「Watashi wa kekkon shita toki kara motte ita no yo, ki ni tsukanakatta no?」</span>
//("I've had it since we got married, you haven't noticed?")//
You said jokingly, teasing him back. He reacted with a wide eyed, eyebrows raised, smiling expression, as if questioning 'Oh?' Kenji removed his reading glasses and set down his paper before walking up to you and grabbing you by the waist. He was about 5'6", so a bit taller than you. He gave you a long passionate kiss and then pulled back, looking into your eyes passionately.
<span class="keisha-emphasis">「Mou ichido tameshite miyou ka, mazu kodomo ga dekinaikatta koto wo shiranakatta furi de？」</span>
//("How about we try again, as if we never knew we couldn't have children?")//
You said looking him in the eyes, blushing once more. Kenji also blushed at your intimate proposal. He looked into your eyes briefly before nodding and smilling warmly, gesturing out with his hand as if to let you guide the way.
<span class="btn">[[You take his affrimation and move forward.->Sato Professors 5]]</span>
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You take his hand and lead him slowly to the bedroom, you bring him to the bed and let him sit for a moment as you turn on one of the warm-colored nightsand lamps and shut of the main overhead light, leaving a cozy intimate lighting over the room. you crawled onto the bed beside him, laying on your right side. You distended your small ass out slightly, and took your left hand, stretching your panties aside, displaying your vagina to Kenji.
Kenji looked at you with a lust that wasn't completely carnal but also kind and endearing. He unbuttoned and took off his shirt, tossed it aside, and similarly did the same with his underwear. He laid on his right side as well, lining himself up with you, taking on a spooning type position. You scooted your behind and body closer, as he took his normal, somewhat skinny, cock and slowly inserted it into your soft folds, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips and also a sigh from his mouth.
He began to slowly, intimately thrust, with you matching his rythym. You twisted your body slightly to look into his eyes as he made love to you, your gazes locking with one another intently and warmly. He leaned closer, still thrusting into you and began to kiss you passionately, holding your head with one hand and the other roaming down to to your bustier, where it slowly pulled the cups down and began fondling your saggy breasts.
<span class="btn">[[You two continued like this for a few more minutes, before swtiching positions.->Sato Professors 6]]</span>
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You softly released his cock from your pussy lips, as you rotated and adjusted your postions, leaving Kenji laying on his back ontop of the covers of your bed. You crawled on top of his thighs and sat there briefly, removing your bustier and panties, tossing them aside. You then intimately slot his penis into your vagina. You began to grind him, slowly and passionatly, your posture a perfect upright. Jiji extended his arms to your breasts once more, groping them sensually, causing sultry mature moans to leave your mouth.
You were quite warm and admittedly already feeling phyiscal exhaustion come about over your body, as you leaned down towards Kenji, and once more resumed your passionate kissing, still sensually grinding on his cock. You place both your hands on each side of his face as you made out with the love of your life, his tongue intertwining with your, he grunts merging with your muffled moans.
You began to feel his cock convulse and twitch as he emptied his load into you. You somehow knew that this load had felt infinitely different to any time the two of you had sex before, somehow more powerful and full than before. You orgasm, with your lips still interlocked, before sliding off of him to his side, both of you laying next to one another on the bed, panting heavily from your intimate lovemaking. Looking up at the ceiling you both utter a phrase, with him speaking first and you following.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">「Mei-Ling, aishiteru yo.」</span>
// (Mei-Ling, I love you.) //
<span class="keisha-emphasis">「Ore mo aishiteru, Kenji.」</span>
// (I love you too, Kenji.) //
<span class="btn">[[You both close your eyes and embrase on top of your bed, cuddling and falling asleep contently with one another.->Sato Professors Epilogue]]</span>
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<div class="passage-section">
You having been living in the life of Dr. Mei-Ling Sato for 7 or so months now in utter bliss and peace. You have had no worries or qualms about getting your old body back, just enjoying the truly wonderful relationship and life you and your hustband have. You finish getting ready in the morning, wearing a loose cotton shirt, white cardigan, and stretchy black pants underneath, as you exit your apartment.
As you are doing so you see a black-haired woman standing at the doorway just down the hall, she seemingly embraces with a tall muscular man warmly before saying some type of goodbye. You walk past and instantly recognize her as one of your many students in one of your lecture classes, she was a smart young lady and quite pretty as well. You note that her name is Selene. Upon this realization somthing in your head tell you that this woman, and by extension her boyfriend, are actually the original Sato's, the identities you and Adrian find yourselves in currently.
You smile and walk past her to the elevator, where she quickly catches up with you and rides it down with you. Selene enters and stands beside you beginning to ask, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Good morning Dr. Sato! I finished the report you had asked us to do and it was super interesting! I normally like studying the history but your class on human pyschology is super interesting! But nevermind that, I wanted to congratulate you and your husband on your pregnancy! When are you expecting?"</span>
You brought your hand on top of your quite pregnant belly and gave it a soothing rub before responding, <span class="keisha-emphasis">"Thank you Miss Parker, I am currently 7 months along, so we are expecting the baby in a couple of months."</span> You warmly smiled to yourself, by some miracle, you and Kenji had conceived, despite the doctor's observations. They had absolutely no idea how this happened, describing it as some impossibility. Regardless, they were happy for you and you and Kenji were just as happy.
The two of you spoke a bit more, with Selene on her way to some history class and you were planning to drive to university to take some notes and study. You were completely happy and content, arguably it would hard to find somone else on this planet as content as you were with your life. You took a seat, laboriously huffing and slowly lowering yourself into your sedan. You felt the slightest rumble of motion inside your belly. You cupped your stomach once more with both your hands and instrospectively spoke to your self, <span class="keisha-emphasis">「Ethan-chan, oai dekiru no o tanoshimi ni shiteimasu!」</span>
//(Ethan-kun, looking forward to meeting you!)//
''//Ending: Sato Saga//''
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Up until this point, Adrian had been panting, still retaining his masculine voice. He turns to you, concerned and afraid, as if looking for help. However, there of course was nothing you could do. His dark hair began to flow out of his scalp, taking on a golden blonde color, his raised his new dainty hands to the locks, as if trying to stop them from growing. Still facing you, he suddenly clenched his teeth, as different parts of his face began to spasm and slosh about. His visage morphing into a smaller frame, his stuble receding, and finally finishing into a stunning face of what looked like a French beautiful French woman.
Adrian was still conscious, and once more look at you briefly in horror, before bringing his eyes to his penis. His hands moved to his cock and gripped it firmly, attempting to stop the transformation, however, his cock firmly slid between his grasp, twitchingt and shrinking gradually before suddenly sucking into his body, his balls quickly following. His new vagina began to erupts forth with a stream of sexual liquids as he bucked forward and moaning ,<span class="blue-pink-gradient">"AAAAAAAAAAHNG!"</span> His voice transitioning from his deep masculine voice to a new very feminine high pitched one.
<img src="images/margotblur.png" alt="Margot Blurred" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:1em auto;">
The new Adrian is standing there panting, his new breasts rising and falling, as he examines himself. His study is quickly interrupted as he looks up at you and gasps,<span class="pink-emphasis">"Oh mon dieu,"</span> Adrian exclaims in a very French accent before raising his hands to his mouth.
<span class="btn">[[You look down at your breasts and can see them vibrating wildly.->Elise and Margo 2]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section"><<set $char_pic to "images/Éliseblur.png">><<set $char_name to "Élise Leclerc">>
You were standing by the couch, you calmly undid your robe and tossed it away, still looking at your <span class="undulate-text">vibrating</span> breasts. Suddenly, your breasts began <span class="undulate-text">undulating</span>, alternating between increasing in size and decreasing in size. Similarly, your leather bra would quietly <span class="slow-shake">creak</span> with each increase and strain against your back. Finally, your breasts gave one more heave, expanding greatly, and popping your bra open, leaving the cups hanging. You let the bra drop and continue waiting for your transformation.
You immediately get a sensation that this will progress more quickly than Adrian's, and that is confirmed quickly by all parts of your body changing simultaneously. You feel all the muscles over your body tensing, as your soft body hardens into a lean muscular tone, you rise an inch or two into the air arriving at 5'10" in height. You inspect your legs, and see your thighs are now quite thick, laden with muscle, your ass tenses and expands, retaining a tight musculature. Your panties quickly tear under the immense pressure and fall to the ground.
Your hair quickly rises into the air, as if being blown by a torrent of wind, before receding into your scalp, leaving you with a neatly swept pixie cut with purple highlights. Your face begins <span class="slow-shake">crunching</span> and contorting, before finally changing into a sleek, sharply outlined face. You feel a couple pricks across your head as some piercings and earrings materialize. Finally, you feel a <span class="ripple-text">scribbling</span>, prickly sensation across your arms as <span class="pulse-text">tattoos</span> paint themselves onto you.
Your transformation concludes, you inspect your body, flexing your new biceps, squeezing your powerful thighs. And you do feel much more powerful and strong, you could probably easily squat 180 lbs (82 kg).
<img src="images/Éliseblur.png" alt="Elise" style="max-width:80%; display:block; margin:1em auto;">
<span class="btn">[[You give your tits a quick squeeze and return your gaze to Adrian.->Elise and Margo 3]]</span>
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<div class="passage-section">
You let out a sultry, deeper moan, <span class="adrian-emphasis">Mmmf</span>, as you grip your large breasts. You look up to Adrian and he is still looking over his body, letting his hands roam about testing everything. He abruptly looks up at you, seeing that your transformation had finished and in doing so his face turns a rosy red, as if embarrassed. His eyes avoid your own, as he says, <span class="pink-emphasis">"You turned out well, mon cœur."</span> Adrian says this, this time not even acknowledging he just spoke French.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"Oh là là, you look cute too, ma jolie,"</span> you say seductively, assertively, with a heavy French accent, eliciting even more redness in her face. You smile, realizing you enjoy teasing her greatly. You saunter over to Adrian, and stand there for a moment, relishing the sheer size difference between you two, "Let's do this." You bend down and sweep Adrian of his feet, carrying him like a princess to a leather couch in the corner.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"Laisse-moi t’aider…"</span>
//(Let me help you…)//, you say assertively, spreading Adrian's legs and presenting yourself with his new vagina.
<span class="btn">[[You bring your face to his soft, sunken, extremely feminine folds.->Elise and Margo 4]]</span>
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<div class="passage-section">
You begin lapping on his pussy, giving her the cunnilingus equivalent to a pro. Adrian begins softly moaning, taking one of his soft hand and placing it on your head, disheveling your hair in the process. <span class="pink-emphasis">"Merde, don't stop!"</span> Adrian says in a breathless, feminine tone, with that French lilt. You smile at his response and increase your intensity, brining one of your strong arms up to his breasts in the proceses and fondle him, causing even more airy moans to produce from him. Adrian begins to tense as he finally cums, leaking some juices and gasping loudly.
You clean up his vagina with your tongue and smile a bit deviously as you stand up.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"Un petit moment, s'il te plait."</span>
//(A little moment, please)//
You smile at him reassuringly, Adrian still panting from the orgasm. You walk over to a small end table near the couch and take out a surprisingly realsitic 5" strapless dildo, with a nub at the base, such that you can insert it into yourself and hold it. There is also a remote beside it, you grab it and push the slider up, seeing the nub vibrate gently.
<span class="btn">[[You bring your face to his soft, sunken, extremely feminine folds.->Elise and Margo 5]]</span>
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<span class="adrian-emphasis">"T’es prête?"</span>
//Are you ready?)// You ask Adrian, showing the dildo to him.
<span class="pink-emphasis">"I'll take whatever you want to give me Élise!"</span> Adrian says, in a high-pitched French accent. You look at him a bit quizzically, confused that he just called you a new name. You disregard it, under the obvious reason being the body you are in. You also conclude, that upon orgasm, some memories must've sprouted in him. You press on nodding with a smile, before slotting the nub of the dildo into your folds. You let out a sensual gasp before grabbing the remote and turning the vibration up. You wait a moment, enjoying the sensation, before moving towards Adrian.
You grab him by the thighs, align the dildo, and begin thrusting away. You continue thrusting away, your powerful thighs plomping into her soft ones. She is letting out airy soft moans with each thrust, and you are reciprocating with your own, sultry, French tinged moans. You grab the remote once more and crank up the vibration to its max, the nub aggressively vibrating within you.
<span class="btn">[[You buck forward, lunging the dildo deep into Adrian causing you both to cum simultaneously.->Elise and Margo 6]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
Upon cumming, your vagina is quivering and oozing love juices. You pull back from Adrian's vagina and release your vaginal muscles, allowing the dildo to "thloop" out of your pussy and land on the ground. Your breaths are controlled and slow, basking in the feeling of the orgasm.
You begin feeling memories forming in your head. You now inhabit the body of one Élise Leclerc, a 29 year old French immigrant. You had a brief stint as a professional futbol player in a French minor league. At some point during that you met Margot Moreau, whom is the blonde babe that is currently occupied by Adrian. You had fallen in love with this gentle lady, wanting to be by her side and protect her, and as such the two of you fell into a relationship.
Margot, also 29, had studied and gotten a degree related to teaching young children. She had wanted to move to the states in hopes of guiding young children softly to a better life, opening up her own daycare and pre-school in Meadowgrove. You stuck by her side, and came with her to the states abandoning your professional futbol career and opting to become the head coach of the Whitmore university team, where you have had profound success bringing in multiple trophies for the college.
The two of you have been together for 4 years, and are showing absolutely no signs of stopping. You mind returns to reality, as you watch Margot get up from the chair smiling warmly. She steps towards you and give you a peck on the cheek. <span class="pink-emphasis">"I am going to make Coq au Vin tonight in a moment, is that alright with you?</span> She asks softly awaiting your answer.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"That sounds perfect, mon ange,"</span> you say warmly before patting her head gently. She smiles and moves to the bedroom and quickly returns in a tank top and panties. You smile and also go to the bedroom, ready to put on some comfortable pajamas.
<span class="btn">[[....->Elise and Margo 7]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
//''A few weeks later....''//
You and Margot are at a coffee shop, sipping on some espresso coffee and talking about random things, poking fun, giggling, a normal flirty coffee date. You look over her shoulder at another couple walking in, one beautiful black haired woman, locked hands with a large hairy man. They seem familiar to you, however, you shrug to yourself and continue enjoying your time with your loving girlfriend. You have been thinking that maybe you should put a ring on it soon.
''//Ending: Lesbian Lovers//''
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<<if $Adrian_boyfriend is true>>
You awake laying on a pillow, taken from your bed, on the couch. You have a throw blanked over you. You rise up yawning to yourself, quickly hearing your feminine voice and realizing you are still stuck like this. You look onto the counter and see a note from Adrian in suprisingly neat handwriting, which reads as follows, "Selene, I had an absolutely wonderful time last night, I didn't want to wake you but I did have to be somewhere today, hope you have a wonderful day. XOXO - Adrian" You feel butterflies but quickly shake them off as you refocus on your original goal, get your life back.<<elseif $Adrian_lover is true>>You slowly rouse awake, sunrays spilling into your bedroom and onto your face. You moe your arm to wipe your eyes but are immediately blocked by a thick manly arm. You recall last night's "activities" and smile warmly to yourself. You roll over to face Adrian, both of you are still naked. You remain for a moment, enjoying looking on his peaceful visage, as he rests and slowly breaths. It is quite early, despite your late night around 7 AM. You get up and put your satin pj's on and begin crafting a beautifl breakfast of eggs, bacon, coffee.
You finish up cooking as you see Adrian enter the room, having frizzy bedhead from his long sleep. The two of you calmly chat and enjoy breakfast, as if you had been married for years, before Adrian finishes up, gives you a long smooch on the lips and exits, leaving for some plans he had already.<<elseif $Adrian_boyfriend is false & $Adrian_lover is false>>You awaken in your bed, still admittedly a bit pent up from your masturbation last night. You gently wonder if a real dick would feel better than the dildo you played with. However, you quickly shake the thought away and get out of bed.<</if>>
You decide you should explore Selene's apartment a bit in further depth. You had found that ring earlier with that inscription. <<if $hasWord_2 is true & $hasWord_1 is true>>You recall the other two objects, had words inscribed upon them that you found earlier, "Foedere" and "te", still engraved in your mind. <<elseif $hasWord_2 is true & $hasWord_1 is false>>You recall Adrian's necklace with the word "te" on it.<<elseif $hasWord_2 is false & $hasWord_1 is true>>You recall the pendant you found in Selene's purse, reading "Foedere".<<elseif $hasWord_2 is false & $hasWord_1 is false>>You can't remember any other objects with engravings and words.<</if>> You glance around the apartment noting all the places you can check.
<<if !$hasWord_1>><<linkreplace "Search your purse on the kitchen counter.">><<set $hasWord_1 = true>><span>You rifle through the purse and find a silver pendant with a snake-like head. You take it, feeling drawn to it, open it and see thet word ''"Foedere''" engraved. ''The word etches into your mind and vanishes''.
<<if !$hasWord_2>><<linkreplace "Check the drawer">><<set $hasWord_2 = true>><span>Inside the drawer, you spot a small, folded map.
<<if !$hasWord_3>><<linkreplace "Check the drawer">><<set $hasWord_3 = true>><span>Inside the drawer, you spot a small, folded map.
<span class="btn">[[You feel a warm breeze across your nape, that still makes your entire spine shiver.->Bodily Feeling.]]</span>
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<<if !$hasWord_1>><<linkreplace "Search your purse on the kitchen counter.">><<set $hasWord_1 = true>><span>You rifle through the purse and find a silver pendant with a snake-like head. You take it, feeling drawn to it, open it and see thet word ''"Foedere''" engraved. ''The word etches into your mind and vanishes''.</span><</linkreplace>><</if>>
<<if !$hasWord_2>><<linkreplace "Check the drawer">><<set $hasWord_2 = true>><span>Inside the drawer, you spot a small, folded map.</span><</linkreplace>><</if>>
<<if !$hasWord_3>><<linkreplace "Check the drawer">><<set $hasWord_3 = true>><span>Inside the drawer, you spot a small, folded map.</span><</linkreplace>><</if>>BRIEF SUMMARY OF CURRENT CONTENT
Ethan got his body stolen by Selene, the rest of the night proceeds at the end of which he ends up in her apartment in the morning, searching the room.
ACT 2 BRANCHES
Act 2 – Expanded Disguise/Lore Scenarios
1. The Landlady’s Niece (Standalone, Selene’s Apartment Follow-up)
After rummaging Selene’s things, Ethan finds a number written “Lydia.” Calling it, he becomes Lydia, the landlady’s niece. Lydia is a young legal assistant. Through her, Ethan visits Selene’s rental records.
Lore: learns Selene had no verifiable family history, only falsified documents.
Branch: bad ending if Ethan gets cornered by a neighbor recognizing “Lydia” and police are called.
2. Lucas’s Aunt Margaret (Lucas tie-in)
Ethan, drawn by a photo of Lucas at Selene’s desk, finds reference to “Aunt M.” Disguise triggers him into Aunt Margaret, an older woman with sharp wit.
Lore: Margaret recalls family tension — Lucas’s parents tried to hide strange “episodes” in childhood, possibly curse-linked.
Branch: Ethan can press her for more and risk unraveling Lucas’s trust, or back away.
3. Aaron’s Former Classmate (Aaron tie-in, University)
On Whitmore campus, Ethan’s form shifts into “Sophie,” a quiet woman who once studied with Aaron.
Lore: Through group chatter, Ethan overhears that Aaron was fascinated by forbidden archives in the library basement.
Branch: If Sophie lingers, she might be dragged into a study group that reveals more… or her false identity collapses.
4. Adrian’s Mother, Claire (Adrian tie-in, Home Visit)
Ethan uncovers an address in Selene’s files, belonging to Adrian’s mother. Becoming Claire, Ethan enters Adrian’s home under guise of “checking in.”
Lore: Claire’s journals reveal Adrian’s interest in unexplainable phenomena long before he met Ethan — maybe he knew of the curse.
Branch: If Ethan-as-Claire pushes too far, Adrian notices inconsistencies and the ruse collapses into confrontation.
5. Lucas’s Sister, Eliza (Lucas tie-in, Campus Grounds)
Passing Whitmore’s quad, Ethan becomes Eliza, Lucas’s younger sister, an art student.
Lore: Her sketchbook (carried with her) depicts grotesque visions resembling Ethan’s curse. Did she dream them before meeting Selene?
Branch: Bad ending if Lucas spots “Eliza” and realizes something is wrong.
6. Aaron’s Boss at Campus Lab (Aaron tie-in, Whitmore Science Wing)
Ethan transforms into Dr. Hollings, Aaron’s strict lab supervisor.
Lore: Aaron is working late nights on unregistered research involving unusual signal patterns. Hollings suspects, but Ethan gains firsthand access.
Branch: If Ethan-as-Hollings signs into restricted systems, security gets alerted.
7. Adrian’s Cousin Naomi (Adrian tie-in, Coffee Shop)
Ethan stumbles into Naomi, Adrian’s cousin and a barista. The disguise forces him into her form.
Lore: Naomi talks casually about Adrian’s obsession with an “old book” he inherited.
Branch: Naomi recognizes Ethan’s unfamiliarity with her own coworkers — suspicion builds.
8. Lucas’s Ex-Girlfriend (Lucas tie-in, Dorm Encounter)
Ethan’s body shifts into “Mara,” Lucas’s ex. Their past was bitter.
Lore: Through this role, Ethan learns Lucas once tried exorcism-like rituals with Mara’s family priest.
Branch: Confrontation if Lucas encounters Mara again, thinking Ethan is her.
9. The Homeless Oracle (Standalone, Alley Scene)
In an alley near Selene’s bar, Ethan turns into a ragged older woman many mistake as a street-corner psychic.
Lore: As this “oracle,” Ethan hears drunken ramblings linking Selene to a secret fraternity at Whitmore.
Branch: Can press too hard for answers and get attacked by locals.
10. Aaron’s Younger Sister (Aaron tie-in, Suburban Visit)
Ethan, searching out an address, finds Aaron’s childhood home. The curse triggers him into “Rachel,” Aaron’s teenage sister.
Lore: Rachel’s diary (accessible in this disguise) reveals she saw Aaron sneaking into the library basement.
Branch: If Ethan-as-Rachel confronts Aaron, he grows hostile and cuts ties.
11. Adrian’s Academic Advisor (Adrian tie-in, Library Basement)
Ethan becomes Dr. Monroe, Adrian’s old advisor.
Lore: Monroe left cryptic notes about “binding words” hidden in Whitmore’s sealed stacks. Adrian had been pursuing them long before Ethan’s curse.
Branch: Guards catch “Monroe” without clearance — bad end.
12. Lucas’s Grandmother (Lucas tie-in, Nursing Home)
In a nursing home, Ethan becomes Evelyn, Lucas’s frail grandmother.
Lore: Evelyn recounts the family’s strange “illnesses,” linking back generations, hinting the curse is older than Ethan thinks.
Branch: Pushing Evelyn too far spirals into visions that overwhelm Ethan.
13. Aaron’s Mentor’s Widow (Aaron tie-in, Old Town)
Ethan shifts into Mrs. Callahan, widow of Aaron’s late research mentor.
Lore: Letters in her possession describe how Aaron once begged her husband for forbidden knowledge.
Branch: If Ethan mishandles the act, Mrs. Callahan’s relatives suspect something is wrong.
14. Adrian’s Older Sister (Adrian tie-in, City Outskirts)
Ethan becomes Miranda, Adrian’s pragmatic older sister.
Lore: Miranda’s memory: Adrian confided that Ethan was “marked” the first time they met. This rewrites what Ethan thought he knew.
Branch: Miranda grows suspicious of “herself” behaving strangely.
15. A Dean’s Assistant at Whitmore (Standalone, University)
Ethan becomes a young admin clerk.
Lore: She has clearance to old scheduling logs — Selene rented lecture halls under false pretenses.
Branch: The dean catches Ethan-as-assistant snooping, ending in forced exposure.
ACT 3
Introduction of Cult of eldritch being...<<set $key to undefined>>
<<liveblock>>
<<if $key is "red">>
You picked up the red key!
<<elseif $key is "blep">>
The key disappears… You are unlucky. Go home.
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<<button "Pick up Key">>
<<set $key to either("red", "blep")>> <!-- 50% chance of getting the key -->
<<update>>
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<</liveblock>><div class="passage-section">
Something inside of your head just makes sense, as if those words you were uncovering suddenly aligned. Foedere, te, ligo, corpus, they words linger there. You feel different, as if you have more control. You are not sure what control that is, but it could be related to what Marcus was talking about, "guiding" the transformations, however, what transformations? You've been lucky enough to heed those icy warnings and retain your current body.
You decide to get dressed before continuing with your investigation. You return to your bedroom, opening the closet, and creating an outfit. You look yourself over in the mirror, you had opted for a black camisole, tight distresseed jeans, and some black flats. Decidedly feminine but that is what Selene's brain wanted. You situate you black hair in a loose bun and walk out.
You also feel completely certain no other words linger here in this apartment. You resume your search, trying to place your finger on any lead of "Ethan's" location, how to undo the curse, anything. As you are doing so you compile a number of notable objects and notes throughout the apartment and place them on the table. You look them over, deciding which is most likely to lead you to an answer first.
<<set $lydia = 0>><span class="btn">[[You find a note on the fridge addressed to you by one of your roommates, "Give Lydia the rent for us please thanks!" - Tabitha (one of Selene's rommates).->"Lydia - Landlady"]]</span>
<<set $adrian_sister = 0>>
<<set $aaron_classmate = 0>>
<<set $lucas_ex = 0>>
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You grab the note, understanding a few things. A: you probably fulfil the duties as a roommate. B: being the landlady, she may have access to things and information about Selene and the mysterious life you find yourself in. You search your memories and remember the location of your rommates "rent" envelope. You grab it and make your way out of the apartment and down to Lydia's office. However, you are greeted with a hanging sign on her door stating, 'Out visiting niece, be back Tuesday.'
You grumble a bit in frustration, hoping to have had the opportunity to ask her questions, maybe even convince her to let you look at records. You crumple Tabitha's note in defeat, just before feeling a somewhat pleasant warm breeze grace your nape.
<span class="btn">[[Something commences.->Lydia 2]]</span>
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<div class="passage-section"><<set $more_info = 0>>
You return to your apartment, once more given the choice of which lead may bring you closer to getting your life back. You realize the dangers of taking on these disguises, but it does bring you the best method of traveling undetected by people you don't want to notice you.
<<if $lucas_ex == 0>><span class="btn">[[You see a coupon to a local coffee shop, although your memories suggest that neither you or your roommates drink coffee.->Camila disguise]]</span><</if>>
<<if $aaron_classmate == 0>><span class="btn">[[You pick up a pair of black framed glasses, wondering who they belong to, as your memories have no recollection of your roommates wearing any.->Lucas classmate]]</span><</if>>
<<if $adrian_sister == 0>><span class="btn">[[You touch one of those salt light energy crystals that one of your roommates bought online.->Adrian sister]]</span><</if>>
<span class="btn">[[You walk past an out of place large antique mirror and look into it.->Mirror 1]]</span>
<<if $aaron_classmate == 1 and $lucas_aunt == 1>><span class="btn">[[You touch one of those salt light energy crystals that one of your roommates bought online.->Day 2 night]]</span><</if>>
</div><div class="passage-section"><<set $aaron_classmate += 1>><<set $more_info += 1>>
You grab them, and gain a faint memory of a location. A biology lab on campus, and a brief image of Aaron, your good friend. You feel a pull to this location, and as such you depart, glasses in hand. You walk to the bus stop outside your apartment and hop on, the vehicle quickly taking you to your desired destination. You exit and look at the building before you, it has an old gothic architecture, like it has been around for a while. You enter the building freely, surprisngly it's open on a weekend, and begin to look around.
White linoleum lines the floors, the walls are an old brick, akin to a old high school look. However, the old features are juxtaposed by the placements of new technology, new water fountains, tv's, etc. You continue walking until you come across the entrance to a room, one with the label BIO-416. You feel a warm breeze across your nape, and feel the need to equip the black frames on your face.
<span class="btn">[[You hear a distinct grumble in your stomach.->Ayesha 1]]</span>
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You feel a pleasant warmth in your stomach begin to radiate, quickly followed by a loud grumbling sound. It feels faintly uncomfortable, you compress your camisole slightly with your hand, wondering if you had eaten something wrong last night. This is quickly disproven, however, as your belly begins to jiggle, bubble, and squelch beneath your clothes and hand. You quickly burst into Lydia's office, closing it behind you.
You decide to get ahead and strip your clothes off, unsure of what may happen to them if you don't, you belly still bubbling, lumps rising and falling all over your stomach, as your belly slowly distends, filling with fat. It continues until it finishes, leaving you with a new gut that has the beginnings of a veiny translucent skin. There is a large mirror in the office and you walk over to it, your gait somewhat changed due to your extended belly. You give your belly a quick shake twisting your body side to side eliciting a giggle from your mouth. Selene looks quite ridiculous with something like this.
Your tits and thighs began to ripple and undulate about simultaneously. Your tits, began flopping wildly and expanding, sagging quite a bit before resting atop your big gut, their shape following the outline of your stomach. Your areoals slowly slid about your breats, becoming quite large in diameter. Your thighs similarly, were vibrating and filling with fat, your hips and waist expanding slowly, giving your overall body shape something akin to an egg. Your thighs rippled once more, becoming decorated with sagging skin and cellulitis. Two long drawn out cracks sounded through the small office, shrinking you to a stumpy 5'1". Your feet began to crack and change shape before settling into a set of unattractive old toes, with bunions.
Despite the grotesque nature of the transformation, you were actually feeling quite pleasurable and nice during it all. You raise your arms into the air, feeling they are next on the chopping block, as fat began to way the skin under your biceps down, leaving you with chubby bingo wings. Your fingers shifted and cracked, into a set of somewhat meaty digits, one of your fingers distorting as if affected by some arthritis.
Your face began to distort as all of your features began to sag, becoming soft and somewhat wrinkly. A double chin pushing its way out from under your chin. Your identity shifting to that of an overweight older woman. Your hair, still in a bun, extends into a french braid and grows wirey and gray. Blotches, moles, and blemishes took care of the finishing touches of your body.
<span class="btn">[[You look over your new form in the mirror.->Lydia 3]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section"><<set $char_pic to "images/lydianudeblur.png">>
You take your and and slide it underneath your sagging gut, being completely hidden from sight. The undercarriage of it a bit damp with sweat from skin clinging against each other. You slip it out and bring your hands to your new breasts, pendulus and heavy, you heave them up, requiring substantially more effort than you are used to. You feel your new face, wrinkly, rough, sagging, somewhat heavy skin pulling all your facial details down. You slide your had between your meaty thighs to your new vagina, very loose and quite warm and moist, although not dude to arousal, rather just sheer heat.
You stop and look at the chair beside you, a new set of clothes neatly folded. You look around and notice your old clothes are no more. You decide to put on this new outfit: beginning with your new set of old style white cotton panties, extremely large and loose, your new matching simple white cotton bra, with two enourmous cups, a long stretchy skirt, a very large button up blue cotton t-shirt, and a just as large black wooly cardigan. All of which requiring a substantial amount of effort, leaving you completely out of breath once you finished. You finished the outfit with a cheap pair of sandals, quite wide from your fat feet stretching them out. Your memories from Selene immediately tell you that you are Lydia O'Connor, the Irish landlady of this building.
However, you don't know much more than that, which is different from when you turned into Selene. You realize that this transformation has a distinct feeling of "non-permanence", as if you will eventually turn back, although you are unsure how you know this. A warm breeze crosses your nape, seemingly confirming your suspicions. You quickly realize this is a good time to go through Lydia's logs about the tenants, potentially revealing useful information about Selene and this curse.
<span class="btn">[[This is quickly cut short by a stranger barging into the room you currently remained in.->Lydia 4]]</span>
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This random person stands in the doorway, still holding onto the doorknob and looking at you, <span class="adrian-emphasis">"Ah now, Lyddya, d'yeh decide naw ta take th'day off? Ah well, nae mather, grand tae see ya all t'same. How're yeh keepin' then?"</span> This man spoke in the thickest Irish accent you had ever heard, and you could just barely understand what he said. Upon this question, you quickly came to a sudden realization. You had no memories of this Lydia's life, you felt you hard her mannerisms, tendencies, and probably speech patterns, but those thoughts were completely absent.
This meant, you actually had to put an effort into acting here, and although you feel confident being the exact copy of this lady would thwart any thoughts of a doppleganger, it still worried you that this man may find out. You were at least able to read Selene's memories and know this man is the janitor of the building and that he has been here for a long time. Considering the old body you now occupied, you assumed that Lydia has probably been here a similar amount of time.
Those thoughts only processed for a mere split-second before you decided to open your mouth and speak.
<span class="btn">[[Something simple, acknowledging his small talk and brushing it aside to avoid further converation.->Lydia 5.1]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[Something a bit more daring, playing into your new character and making assumptions of the relationship Lydia and this man had.->Lydia 5.2]]</span>
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You decide it best to close this conversation down, <span class="keisha-emphasis">"Grand, grand. Don't be fussin', I've work t'do,"</span> you say grumpily looking anywhere in the room as if you are looking for something. The man steps over towards you giving you a light touch on the shoulder, causing you to look down at his hand. An immediate flood of memories rushed forth into your mind. The stranger's name was Patrick "Paddy" Donnelly, a 65 year old handyman who has been working at the apartment complex with Lydia for nearly 22 years since Lydia, her late husband, and Paddy had moved to the States. Apparently, Paddy and Lydia's late husband were best friends, until a few years ago where Lydia's husband got into an unfortunate accident and passed. Since then Paddy has been a close friend of Lydia's providing comfort and support whilst not overstepping any boundaries
Paddy then speaks, <span class="adrian-emphasis">"Ha, there y'are same as ever. Wouldn't feel right if yeh weren't snappin' at meh. I'll be off now, let yeh get on."</span> He promptly departed the room, closing the door behind him and leaving to your own devices, giving you the freedom to search Lydia's room for information on your situation. You wobble over to her desk, covered with journals, ledgers, and logs. You touch pull up a chair and sit down, your fat melding into the chair. You place your hand on the table, and are immediately greeted with a knowledge of what each ledger and book on this table was and where it was located, as if they all had a place in this messy pile.
Your old hands deftly flick through the ledger that would include Selene, combing through it until you find her entry. You see a list of payments, presumably for rent, all the same amount, except for one. The note for this entry, it reads 'Deliver parcel to the Crooked Ladder per a special request from Ms. Parker.' It was written in neat cursive, obviously Lydia's. You don't receive any memories of this as before, no clear cut clues as to what this parcel entails. However, it does seem to point that something is going on at that fateful bar where she stole your life. <span class="keisha-emphasis">"Ah, wondher wha' she's after doin' tha' fer," </span>you say to yourself in that thick Irish accent.
<span class="btn">[[You immediately feel that there is no more to learn here, close the book, and exit her office.->Lydia 5.12]]</span>
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You decide to have fun with it, deciding to take a more fun and flirty twist on a response, <span class="keisha-emphasis">"Ahh, yeh on'y sayin' dat 'cos yeh're glad t'catch me 'roun', so yeh are. Don' be prendin' now, oi sees roight troo yeh."</span> The your comparably normal sentence is converted into that thick Irish accent that is almost understandable. It flows off your tongue with an uncanny smoothness. A seductive smile, or at least one that would match the way Lydia would smile if she ever did, creeps across your face as you eye down this Janitor.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"Ahh now, wha' d'yeh mean by dat, eh? Yeh havin' a go at me, so are yeh?"</span> He says, it seems he took to your flirting and decided to see where it goes. He has a slight expectant grin as he leans on the open door, waiting for your response. It was at this moment you began to feel a little bit horny, very subtle as if your libido was old (as it was currently). You looked this man up and down, wearing a dark blue janitor jumpsuit, he was bald, and old. He was very old, probably mid 60's, all of his features were sagging, however, his body was still in great shape for a 60 year old, albeit a bit skinny. And moreover, somehow a bit handsome in your eyes.
<span class="keisha-emphasis">"Ahh now... sure yer lookin' mighty tense aren't ya? Maybe a wee bit o' closeness'll loosen ya up..."</span> you say strutting over to him and lightly placing your hand on his chest (more like waddling given your current stature). Upon this intimate contact, memories began to flow into your head. Not necessarily pertaining to Lydia, but Lydia's perception and memories of this man.
His name was Patrick "Paddy" Donnelly, a 65 year old handyman who has been working at the apartment complex with Lydia for nearly 22 years since Lydia, her late husband, and Paddy had moved to the States. Apparently, Paddy and Lydia's late husband were best friends, until a few years ago where Lydia's husband got into an unfortunate accident and passed. Since then Paddy has been a close friend of Lydia's providing comfort and support whilst not overstepping any boundaries, such boundaries that you as Lydia were currently crossing.
<span class="btn">[["Well....sure, that's nice of ya...I'll be gentle, don't worry." - Paddy says kindly.->Lydia 5.21]]</span>
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You immediately felt a cold knife-like sensation plunging into your neck, then stopping abruptly. You immediately knew you were locked into this ride. You looked up slightly at this man, he was short, but still taller than you. You felt ravenous, as you roughly and firmly grabbed his crotch and squeezed. A gust of air escaped his nostrils as this Paddy tensed up. You grabbed one of his hands and guided it to your large sagging breasts, encouraging him to massage them. You continued massaging his cock through his jumpsuit firmly and raggedly, as if out of practice. However, Paddy clearly enjoyed it, increasing his grip on your breasts, however still remaining gentle.
<span class="keisha-emphasis">“Let’s get ye out o’ this, an’ head somewhere a wee bit more private,"</span> you said softly, allowing this man to guide you to a new secluded location. This location, ironically, ended up being his janitor's closet, fit with a singular light bulb fixture above and a single wooden chair, surrounded by random cleaning equipment and mops. Paddy proceeded to strip down naked and place himself on the chair, waiting.
You began to strip out of your clothes, wraggling your cardigan down your arms until it eventually peeled off. Removing your shirt, which almost glued to your stomach skin. Your skirt even got stuck a few times, the elastic sinking into your massive meaty thighs. Your panties, surprisingly came off with much more ease, seemingly loose from this bodie's constant tension. You unstrapped your big bra and let it drop, becoming fully nude in the process. You immediately move your obese body on top of his thighs, straddling him, the chair beneath the two of you creaks from the sheer weight and stress it's under.
<span class="btn">[[Ol' Sexy Time->Lydia 5.22]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
You grab his old cock with your wrinkly old hands firmly. His cock is suprisingly firm and hard for someone his age. You take control and shove it into your old pussy. The cock rattles and shifts about within, your vagina quite spacious due to age and use. You instinctively began to pound his cock with your hips, as if the penis was attached to you and you were fucking him. Your entire body was jiggling profusely. His hands were glued to your massive fat ass, squeezing them and supporting you as you fucked his cock.
Your mature, raspy old voice emitting from your mouth as grunts as you had intercourse with this stranger. You quickly came, your loose lips drenching his cock with juices. You felt an immediate rush of memories, all of which belonging to Lydia. Memories of coming to the States with your husband, making love, running this apartment complex, his death, your friendship with Paddy, all these memories overwhelming your senses briefly. A tear fell down your eye, before you wiped it up and returned your attention with intense lust on Paddy.
You continue your pounding with a ferocity that really shouldn't be possible of a woman your size and age, however, you continued anyways. Loud plapping and slapping from your fat against his body sounded throughout the room and out through the surprisingly large crack in the door, making the room much less private than originally thought. You turn to look at this crack and see none other than Lydia herself looking in shock and awe at what was going on.
You lock eyes with Lydia, a devilish smirk forming on your face as you return to Paddy, your head angling towards the ceiling in ecstasy. Underneath the loud plaps of your aggressive fucking, you hear squelching and cracking sound from the hallway for a brief 10 seconds, something that clearly Paddy didn't notice as he was now leaning back in pleasure. You took a quick glance back at that crack in the door and saw Selene, wearing the same outfit you had on this morning. She looked at you once more, clearly now mentally Selene. This Selene however, seemed insensitive to the raunchy sex before her as she looked to you for guidance.
<span class="keisha-emphasis">"Be a doll an' shut th' door fer us, why don'cha?"</span> You mouth to her. She immediately understands and shuts it, allowing you to conclude your sex with Paddy in peace. Paddy finally grips your thighs and begins to thrust and buck into you, releasing his load into your vagina. You simultaneously climax, letting our a long sensual raspy, <span class="keisha-emphasis">Mmmmmnnnnnn</span>. Paddy grunts and sighs as well. You weakly push yourself off his rod, give your breast a quick squeeze, and then rub your fat belly for a moment.
<span class="keisha-emphasis">"Ah, I'm cravein' a nice plate o' coddle, ye coming?"</span> You propose casually to Paddy, one hand on your belly and the other on your hip. He gives you a quick nod and the both of you begin getting dressed once more. You both finish, and you assertively grab is cheeks, pull him down to your level, and give him an uncoordinated sloppy kiss on the lips. He gives you a quick smile as the two of you depart for some fish and chips, with you ready to enjoy your later years as a 60 year old landlady and her new boyfriend.
''//Ending: Lydia the Landlady//''
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You hobble out and close the door behind you, every fiber on your body jiggling with every movement. You start towards the elevator, when you hear a jingle of the front door followed by a loud gruff voice of an old Irishwoman, <span class="keisha-emphasis">"PADDY! Ah'm callin' yeh, get yerself over here!"</span> Luckily, the elevator had just shut leaving you safe from prying eyes. A warm breeze brushed across your nape as another transformation commenced.
All of this happening simultaneously and within a mere 10 seconds, your head began violenty shaking and sloshing side to side, your tits, belly, and thighs all began sloshing and undulating about. A loud crack resounded as you grew to your previous height as Selene. Your body then abruptly morphed and settled, leaving you back with the identity of Selene. Your clothes hung extremely loosely on your body, before magically snapping back into your original clothes.
The elevator opened to the fourth floor, presenting you with a pair of unrecognizable faces. You give them an awkward smile and walk past them towards your apartment. The two strangers were dangerously close to witnessing a grotesque and unbelievable transformation, however, something in your mind knew you weren't going to get caught.
<span class="btn">[[You return to your apartment.->Apartment Checkpoint]]</span>
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You quickly break for the nearby empty classroom that is fortunately unlocked. You close the blinds of the door and exhale, waiting for the transformation to ensue. Your torso and legs begin to vibrate violently before crunching and shrinking size, your body falling to a mere 5'2", leaving you with an immediately petite small frame. Your thighs and stomach gurgle as your faint abs melt away to a petite feminie softness, smooth, flat, and squishy. Your legs decrease in diameter, becoming quite skinny and small. Your feet follow suit, snapping in size and shrinking back abruptly.
Your face began to vibrate, making it feel itchy as it contorted and changed into a new identity, seemingly shaping itself to perfectly match the glasses on your new nose bridge. Your hair ruffles and twirls upward into a low ponytail as your new mane takes on a dark brown sheen. Your breasts shrink backwards into two tiny, puffy bee-stings. A light caramel color washed over the rest of your body, leaving you with a much darker complexion than before.
You hadn't realized before, but these glasses were extremely difficult to see out of, however, this was quickly changed, your eyes adjusting quickly, refocusing. Your camisole morphing into a simple tight cotton t-shirt. A white crisp lab coat materiallizing overtop. Your jeans shifting into a pair of professional woman's slacks. Your black flats remaining.
On the desk in front of you materializes a college notebook, and an ID. You pick it up and try to read anything on it, however, inexplicably it is impossible to you. Further, no memories arise from it either, you do infer that this belongs to your new identity though. Your new journal reads 'BIO-416: Advanced Cellular and Molecular Techniques', written in probably the most perfect writing you've ever seen.
<span class="btn">[[You make your way to BIO-416.->Ayesha 2]]</span>
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You take the illegible ID and swipe it, allowing you to enter the classroom. Before you is a set of black lab tables, each completed with sinks, beakers, test-tubes, centrifuges, etc. At the front of the class next to a chalkboard is a main desk, seemingly like a teacher's. Your analysis is quickly cut short by a familiar face sitting at one of the tables taking notes and seemingly performing some lab.
<span class="aaron-emphasis">"Oh hey Ms. Kapoor, I know I asked for your help but I didn't expect you this early,"</span> Aaron says causing you to be a bit stunned. He is wearing a similar, albeit less nice, labcoat to your own. He almost looks identical to how he looked last night, wearing that same button up and jeans. You take his comment in stride, not exposing any of your surprise, and attempt to play your role.
<span class="pink-emphasis">"I finished a little early on, so I thought I could come a bit earlier," </span> you said in a soft feminine voice, with a very Indian accent, the lilt of your voice causing you to naturally emphasize parts of words native English speakers would not. You strut over to him with a feminine gait, before leaning over and placing your hand on his notebook to read it.
Fortunately, a flood of memories entered your mind as you understood this lab as 'Ms. Kapoor' understood it, a complete professional. The steps neatly organized in your mind, ready for any question any student may have for you. You look at his current equipment, a apparatus meant for titration. You look at the result in the flask below, and although it is a good result, your informed mind knows it is slightly off, and proceeds to inform Aaron of his mistake, <span class="pink-emphasis">"Your titration is a bit dark Aaron. Try adding the titrant a bit more slowly, this lab takes a bit more patience than previous ones,"</span> you state to him with clariy, still containing that Indian flourish.
Aaron seems a little bit tense or nervous around you, the faintest trickle of sweat across his forhead. You feel as though he wishes to be his absolute best around you academically, as if he has something to prove. You nods at your suggestion and moves to correct it without saying a word, his usual calculated demeanor seemingly a bit thrown off. You waited and watched, your hand still on his notebook.
<span class="btn">[[He goes to grab his pen to write, as his hand brushes against yours.->Ayesha 3]]</span>
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A bunch of memories propel themselves into your head, all pertaining to Aaron from this woman's perspective. You manage to glean your real name is Ayesha Kapoor, and clearly you are a teaching assistant for one of Aaron's class. Your memories tell you that Ayesha has a somewhat soft spot for Aaron, masked by a sternness to help him become a better academic. You do also feel some type of teacher-student tension between the two of you, however, you cannot completely place if it is sexual or mere concern for a student.
<span class="btn">[[You decide it is academic concern, wishing the best for Aaron.->Ayesha 4.1]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You decide it is intimate, and feel it may be fun to tease Aaron.->Ayesha 4.2]]</span>
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Ayesha's concerns for Aaron's success academically spill into your mind, <span class="pink-emphasis">"You know, I feel that this is a pretty easy lab for you. I don't remember you having any issues with titration like this? Is something on your mind?</span> You pry and stop to investigate Aaron's demeanor, still remaining a cool, composed, calculated expression. However, you sense the slightest hint of frustration, such frustration you believe is unrelated to his lab performance.
Your good friend drops his guard, releasing the tension in his brain with a prolonged exhale through his nostrils. <span class="aaron-emphasis">"Yeah, honestly, I have been a bit stressed with some personal things. You know Ethan, my friend? He talked with a girl the other night and has been acting a bit strange ever since, it makes me a bit uneasy. I decided to look into this girl and found she had been getting private lessons from the principal of the college, which you know is really weird. I don't know, just something seems off about everything."</span> Aaron opens up to you, which is surprising based on the memories you received. Regardless you nod and listen sincerely, playing your role as a woman that Aaron can trust.
Aaron continues his titration, awaiting your response in the process. You decide to reassure him, <span class="pink-emphasis">"From what you've told me about ==Selene== Ethan, I know ==she== he is a responsible ==woman== man. I think it's good that you are worried about him, but it shouldn't affect you like this."</span> Aaron finishes his titration up with perfection as you finish comforting him. You had tried to sprinkle in the true identity of the current Ethan, however, your words were naturally replaced. Regardless, you had learned some valuable information, a potential lead on where to learn how to reverse this curse.
You give his shoulder a squeeze, <span class="pink-emphasis">"That looks really good though, please turn it in to me on Tuesday, and don't forget to write your observations down in your notebook."</span>
<span class="btn">[[You give him a final reassuring squeeze and a warm smile before leaving, grabbing your false notebook and exiting.->Ayesha 4.13]]</span>
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You lean forward towards his ear and give him a soft seductive whisper, "Careful with your pipette... you don't want to spill too much all at once." It is a very flirtatious comment, however, it is a legitmate suggestion as well, as prior he had definitely used a bit too much and caused his titration to become much too dark. You return to an upright stance, arms crossed, and your face stern once again, leaving no suggestions of intimacy on your character. You can see the goosebumps on his skin as he finishes the titration, becoming a perfect pink as he returns his gaze to you, a bit flush, and immediately confused as you show no signs of sexual interest.
<span class="pink-emphasis">"Very good Mr. Kim, that is much better and it should suffice for this lab's results. Now, I do request a bit of your help, this fume hood over here is quite messy and needs to be sanitized. Would you mind helping me?"</span> Your request disarms his concerns as he nods and walks forward to the fume hood you direct him too. He looks at it quizzically, the stand is literally spotless.
<span class="aaron-emphasis">"Ayesha, this seems fine to me...</span>, Aaron trails off as you slide a chair across the floor and right in front of him. You take a seat, crossing your skinny legs over one another. You lean back in the chair authoritatively, assuming a commanding and relaxed posture. Your eyes scan his body up and down, as if sizing him up.
<span class="pink-emphasis">"It seems I made a mistake, I meant your graduated cylinder was quite dirty and needs a good wipe down,"</span> you said, still with your stone cold authoritative look. He looks nervously at you, as if asking, 'what?' You point your caramel coated finger at his pants and signal to him to pull them down, sliding your finger slowly up and down middair.
<span class="btn">[[Your commands clearly arousing Aaron, as he shyly obliges.->Ayesha 4.23]]</span>
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Aaron unbuckles and slides his jeans and underwear down, exposing his hard, shaking cock. He stands there in the brisk lab air, his bottom half completely exposed. You command him once more, <span class="pink-emphasis">"Now lay down in front of me."</span> He looks at you again with a meekness you had seen in him like last night, as he reluctantly complied laying on the cold lab floor. You then slowly slipped your flats off, revealing dainty caramel toes with pink nail polish.
Your legs and feet skillfully navigating towards his cock, your left tucking under his balls and your right lightly gripping the top of his shaft. His cock was warm to the touch against your pretty toes, as you began to massage it all over. You were now leaning on the chair, your head propped up with your arm, as if somewhat disinterested but also slightly intrigued by the situation. You continued sensually massaging, quiet grunts coming from Aaron's mouth and the faintest moans reciprocating out of yours.
His cock twitches then explodes, ropes of cum covering your toes and his thighs You grab a paper towel from the table beside you and wipe your feet off and toss the soiled towels aside. You then lob it over to him, inferring him to clean himself up. He obliges, cleaning the cum off his body before you rose.
<span class="btn">[["What is your favorite part of the female anatomy?" You say seductively.->Ayesha 4.24]]</span>
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<span class="aaron-emphasis">"Breasts,"</span> he says succinctly, almost immediately after you proposed the question. You smirk at his quick reponse. You slowly drop your lab coate behind you, then even more slowly peel your short over your head, exposing your tiny breats encased in a spall bra.
<span class="pink-emphasis">"Are these big enough or do you want bigger? And be honest."</span> you asked, your Indian accent even more heavy than before. He looked at you wide-eyed, unsure if he should really be honest or say yours are a good size. Something in him compels him to respond promptly and in complete truth.
<span class="aaron-emphasis">"Massive fat knockers,"</span> he says, quickly covering his mouth and becoming beat with embarassment. You smirk at his response, reassuring him that he made the right decision. You cup both of your little mounds and give them a gentle squeeze through your bra as you look down at Aaron with a devilish smirk.
<span class="btn">[[A cold knife sensation plunges into your nape.->Ayesha 4.25]]</span>
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A contradictory warmth of arousal flushes over your body, as mass begins to push behind your tiny boobs. The boobs slowly inflate, as if being filled with some thick substance, sloshing, before finally breaking free of your bra, ripping it in half. Your boobs, now a measly b-cup, begin to flail magically up and down on your chests, quickly filling with mass and increasing in diameter. The two orbs continuing to fill and grow in size a grotesque noise filling the room.
You were still smiling, now looking down at your increasingly large bosom, your dainty hands move to grasp them as the fatty tissues continue to pour out into, enveloping your hands. Your voice grumbles on its own, <span class="pink-emphasis">Mmmmmmmmm</span> in a sensual hum. The tits continued until finally settling on a perky set of JJ cup bazookas. You return your gaze to Aaron, massaging your breasts erotically. He is quite shocked and clearly disgusted by what just happened. However, at the same time it is clear it also aroused him in ways he could never dream of. You rose from your chair, your breasts swaying from side to side, and you approached the side of his head and kneeled down.
Your perky, pendulous knockers hanging just about his eyes, as you looked down at him. Your body admittedly looked a bit out of the ordinary, tits this large on a body as petite as yours was extremely uncommon, although not impossible. You leaned forward, beginning to suffocate Aaron in your big breasts for a moment, before relenting. <span class="pink-emphasis">"How are these for you? Big enough?</span>You asked. He was almost frothing at the mouth as he nodded in agreement.
You moved your hand down to his cocked and began to pump it up and down, as your right hand supported his head upwards, guiding him to one of your large areolas. He began sucking like a child, and quickly raised his mits to your breasts and began groping them firmly, causing you to feel quite nice. The both of you continued, until Aaron came once more.
<span class="btn">[[You were not done with him however.->Ayesha 4.26]]</span>
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You deftly moved around to his cock and lifted yourself up and onto it, landing somewhat harshly on his legs. <span class="pink-emphasis">'Oooooooooooouunf'</span>,you cooed longingly at the rod lodged in your brown vagina. You began to pump and gyrate your hips, each movement sounding a wet squelching sound from your pussy. <span class="pink-emphasis">'Uhn uhn un uhng uhn uhn un mmf'</span> you moaned quietly, following the rythym of your thrusts. You were riding your best friend with passion, his quiet grunts reciprocating his enjoyment.
Aaron began grasping, gripping, squeezing , and playing with your giant breasts, making you feel even better. With both of his hands suddenly squeezed hard on your breasts, sinking deeply into them, as you simultaneously pushed as far as you could onto Aaron's cock and orgasmed. His cock sputtering semen into your vagina, giving you a sense of fullness. You lifted up off of him and mechanically, your vagina muscles shut, not letting even one drop of cum full out. Your breasts suddenly began to vibrate and jostle, sloshing about before schlooping back into your chest, returning to your tiny bee-sting size. You quickly got dressed, putting your shirt back over your chest with no bra, and completed your look.
Aaron remained laying on the ground, tired of the rampant sex that just occurred, You gave him a quick professional smile, <span class="pink-emphasis">"Don't forget to turn in that lab assignment Tuesday,"</span> you tell him, as if none of the sexual activities had even happened. You grabbed //your// notebook and ID and walked out of the classroom in a confident and satisfied motion.
In the heat of the sexual intercourse with Aaron, every ounce of knowledge and memories from Ayesha's life had seeped into your brain, allowing you to fully become her body and mind. You smiled, your new disciple served a satisfying role in your transformation, and as such he was a student you hoped to pour more focus and "teaching" into.
''//Ending: Teaching Assistant's Assistant//''
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You made your way out of your apartment and to this local coffee shop, feeling as though there is something you can learn here. On the way, distracted by the directions on your phone you crash into another woman, both of you falling back on your asses. You rub your head and begin to apologize, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."</span> The woman before you was a gorgeous Brazilian woman that you immediately recognized. Not from Selene's memory but rather your formal life as Ethan.
This woman's name was Camila Duarte, who just so happened to be Lucas's ex-girlfriend. She was an extremely confident, polarizing woman, which was indicative of her interests as she has aspirations of becoming a politician to hopefully garner more rights for marginalized woman and people. This shown through in her fiery personality, a very stubborn and passionate person who loved to debate no matter what. However, this was offset by the fact she was genuinely compassionate and charismatic, able to rally people and see in their shoes. She was not naïve by any means, however.
<span class="teal-emphasis">"Yeah it's no problem,"</span> Camila said. Since you were not Ethan anymore, she treated you a bit differently, like a stranger. You lent her a hand as she grabbed it and hoisted herself up. However, your hand did not release, still clamped tight on her hand. A warm breeze blew over your neck, you immediately realized what was going on, but could not remove your hand from hers. <span class="teal-emphasis">"Hey you mind letting me g....."</span> Camila trailed off as you pulled her into the adjacent alley, with power as you sat her down beside a trash can, your belly rumbling, as your transformation held itself back from starting.
<span class="teal-emphasis">"What the hell are you doing, let go of m-"</span>, Camila began to protest before suddenly falling asleep in place. You felt very exposed in this alley way, as you decided to lean on the wall over Camila's resting body.
<span class="btn">[[You hear a distinct grumble in your stomach.->Camila 1]]</span>
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You skin and muscles across your extended arms ripple down their length in a wave-like motion of skin and meat, toning and becoming quite athletic. Another wave passes over your torso, giving your body a slightly more petite, smaller overall torso. You can feel the muscles over your stomach reposition and slide about into a lean set of abs, causing you to gasp a bit at the sensation. A set of rythmic ripples pulse over your legs, each pass adding a bit more meat to your thighs, a bit more muscle and definition, your calves taking on a tight shape, akin to someone who runs frequently and does yoga.
Your legs crack briefly, as you shrink slightly to a 5'8". Your loose bun explodes out into a set of espresso colored curls. Your as begins to undulate firming and becoming more round, pronoucned. Your waist concracts whilst your hips break out to support your large behind, leaving you with an exemplary hourglass and streamlined athletic figure. Your distressed jeans were struggling against your muscular bottom half, making it a bit difficult for you to breath.
Your breasts vibrate and jiggle beneath your camisole, before retracting into you, leaving you with a set of smaller but very perky breasts. You feel your bra beneath your top morph and shift into that of a push up bra, tightly squeezing on your small tits. Your camisole vibrates before abruptly shifting into Camila's bright floral long-sleeve crop top, proudly displaying what cleavage it can. Your taut jeans shift and morph into a perfectly form fitting short jean skirt. Your panties move about beneath you, readjusting to a pair of comfortable, breathable lace, cupping your new vagina perfectly. Your flats swirled on your feet as they transformed into gladiator style sandals.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"Mmmf!"</span> You exclaimed bringin your hands to your face as it sloshed and shifted into Camila's. Two gold earrings materialized on your ears. You looked down at your sleeping mirror, grabbing the pair of large lady-bug shades and placing them on your own. A wave of warm olive skin permeated across your body completing your look.
<span class="btn">[[You lay a nearby trashbag over her body like a blanket before leaving the scene.->Camila 2]]</span>
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You immediately realized this was different from your previous transformation. It felt temporary, however, you had the memories and knowledge that Camila had to back you up. It was presumably from that prolonged contact you and her had. You take note in your head, as you saunter out of the alleyway confidently. You walk into the coffee shop, noting that it was once Camila and Lucas's favorite. You walk in and stand in line, immediately reaching for a phone that wasn't yours in your pocket. You unlock it seemlessly, and begin swiping through her phone, on her social media, different posts of fundraisers for minorities juxtaposed with almost scandalous bikini shots of her sexy Brazilian body.
A ring of the bell above the door sounds as a familiar face walks in. It was Lucas. You feel a rush of suprise and mild irritation, instinctively putting your arms into a pout-like cross. You subconsciously push your butt out as well. You analyze your best friend, he seems a bit more stressed, you begin to have girlish anxieties flow through your brain, <span class="teal-emphasis">should I smile? Should I be mad? Pretend I don't see him?</span> You think about what to do, as he absentmindedly lines up behind you. <span class="teal-emphasis">Ugh, he didn't even notice? what an asshole,</span> you thought naturally. You decide how you want to handle the situation.
<span class="btn">[[You decide he is an asshole and you should confront him and show him how much of an asshole he is.->Camila 3.1]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[You decide that Camila misses him.->Camila 3.2]]</span>
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A fiery rage begins to build up inside of you, as you furl your eyebrows in anger and prepare to berate your friend. You turn, opening your mouth for a moment before completely dropping your anger. He is clearly not happy, or at least he is very concerned about something. Something within Camila's thoughts makes you want to comfort him instead. <span class="teal-emphasis">"Lucas are you okay?"</span> you ask sincerely, placing a hand warmly on his shoulder. Your best friend looks up a bit surprised to see his ex-girlfriend in front of him.
A surge of memories arise in your head, giving you full knowledge and background of the relationship Camila and Lucas had, some memories unwanted. You pull him out of the line to a secluded table and look him over, his eyes are still not meeting yours. <span class="teal-emphasis">"Listen, we didn't end on bad terms and I don't want to see you in a bad place like this, talk to me, please?"</span> You say with genuine sincerity, carrying both the worries of yourself and Camila's.
Lucas finally looked into your eyes, his stress softening a bit, before exhaling, shrugging, and beginning to speak softly, <span class="dialogue">"Yeah honestly, I have been a bit stressed for a day or two. It's mostly about Ethan. Ever since he talked to that girl he seemed, different. I felt like there was something off about him, when I spoke with him this morning, he seemed almost to generic. I don't know. And also this girl he spoke with last night, something about her felt insanely familiar that it made me feel weird as well,"</span> he paused for a moment before continuing, <span class="dialogue">"so I asked around about her. Turns out she has a crazy obsession with supernatural stuff. She's in some mythology club and some people have seen her checking out really really old books."</span> He looks at you again in your eyes, <span class="dialogue">"I really do want the best for Ethan, but //something// just does not seem right about that girl he was talking to."</span> Lucas finally finishes, as if feeling a burden lifted off his shoulders.
<span class="btn">[[Lucas's demeanor releases it's cold front as he looks at you once more.->Camila 3.13]]</span>
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<span class="teal-emphasis">"Lucas! I didn't even notice you there! How have you been!"</span> You turn around, giving him a warm hug. He returns to reality, suprised by the sudden affection. He still hadn't returned your hug, seemingly still in shock. You squeeze him a bit harder, as he finally returns it. You search Camila's memories and understand that the two of them didn't break off on the worst terms. In fact, Lucas had felt he couldn't give his full attention to Camila and wanted her to have a better man than him. She disagreed, but he wouldn't allow it and as such they had broken, up. However, you felt you could cheer him up from whatever rut he found himself in.
<span class="dialogue">"Uh yeah, I've been alright, thank Camila. Hope you've been doing alright," he said in a really quiet depressing way, completely out of character of him. You disregard this and continue with your charismatic personaliy, trying to not pry as to his personal issues and just attempting to make his day better.
<span class="teal-emphasis">"Why don't I get your coffee and we take a seat and chat,"</span> you insist, as the barista calls you up next. You say our order, some extravagant sugary coffee and order Lucas his favorite cold brew. You take your phone and open her Camila's wallet app and pay for the coffees, giving the barista a charismatic smile and <span class="btn">[[wink.->Camila 3.3]]</span>
You wait for a brief moment before grabbing your coffees and bringing it back to the table. You let him take a sip, his demeanor still quite sad. You really don't want to pry on his emotions, and as such decide extreme measures are required. You smirk at him as you bend into the table and reach underneath, your hand worming all the way to his crotch.
<span class="btn">[[His eyes goes wide in shock.->Camila 3.23]]</span>
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The barista winks back, as she begins walking away from the register, telliing one of her coworkers to take over. You smile and follow the woman. She looked like the most stereotypical white woman who liked sweet coffee: brown hair, a cute face, wearing a tight black t-shirt and tight jeans, all covered with a light brown apron. Her hair tied up into a pony tail, pulled through her uniform's visor hat. She entered, looking back at you with a seductive glance. You followed behind her, closing the door behind you and locking it.
You looked towards the bathoom, and saw a trail of some of her clothes, namely her apron and hat leading to a closed stall. You felt an urge to pick them up, as you reached for her visor an ice cold sensation pressed against your nape. Your hair twirled about, pulling itself into a pony tail as you lost your curls in favor of brown straight hair. You animalistically ripped your top and bra off in one powerful yank, leaving your torso bare. Your breasts impossibly popped, increasing in size to a set of unnaturally perky D-cup breasts, with faint scars appearing on the underside.
Your stomach losing their tone, becoming flat and soft, but not fat. Your transformation continued throughout your body, to your legs, creating a set of fatty, womanly bottoms that stretched your jean skirt, before finally snapping leaving you with a large unnaturally perky behind. You gave it a firm squeeze, your new ass feeling very soft and plush, but also the faintest feeling of silicon in it. The stall door flung open in front of you, the barista nude and smiling. She looked substantially taller than before, and her expression showed her increased confidence because of it.
<span class="btn">[[You felt unbearably hot looking at this woman.->Camila 3.31]]</span>
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Lucas is shocked, clearly not wanting to make a scene. You smirk as you continue sensually rubbing and gently squeezing his crotch. You look him deep in the eyes, biting your lip briefly before speaking, You release your grip and navigate under his shirt where you brush your dainty fingers across his hard abs.
Upon touching those abs, a flood of memories related to Lucas and Camila. Memories of an intimate relationship develop within your head. You remember all of the dates, inside jokes, awkard first moments. You remember meeting Lucas's family, his siblings, and his friends, including 'Ethan'. You now know things about Lucas a close male friend of his shouldn't know, his kinks and sexual desires, the length of his cock, and his other interests. You also realize your subconscious feelings for your old friend shift to that of intense passion, as if you loved him truly.
You retract your hand from under the table back onto your lap, a blush across your face. You avert your gaze, feeling a bit self-conscious and shy from your forward actions. You lean back over the table, getting closer to Lucas before whispering, <span class="teal-emphasis">"Lucas, can we try one more time? I've missed you so much and I know you felt like you couldn't give me enough time. But that's okay, I still love you so much and I can't stop thinking about you. I will never find a man better than you."</span> You spilled your (or rather Camila's) heart out to Lucas, in an attempt to reel him back into a relationship.
Lucas still had not said a word, he seemed deep in thought and a bit distressed for a moment. His demeanor subtly shifted, as his signature playful grin briefly shown itself across his face for a brief moment. <span class="teal-emphasis">"I really do feel that way Lucas, and I noticed how you've been a bit down or stressed as of late. You don't have to carry that alone, we can do it together, as a couple."</span> You said sincerely, your hands still leaning on the table.
<span class="btn">[[He looked you deep in the eyes, as if he was about to tell you something.->Camila 3.24]]</span>
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The barista put her hands on her hips, her legs spreading to a wide stance. Her vagina began to noticeably quiver and vibrate, before sloshing sounds filled the stall. A bulge began to move about underneath, before resulting in a penis emerging from her mound. It continued ot grow and grow into a 3 inch penis, that was very small compared to her size. A series of transformations quickly overtook her body, her tits morphing into a set of strong pecs, her stomach twisting into a solid six-pack, her legs becoming hairy and manly. Her hair pulling into a short crew cut, her face shifting into a handsome bearded mans face, supplemented by small grunts from her mouth. The barista now resembled a hulking 6'6" gorgeous man, the embodiment of a masculine man, disregarding the small cock.
You turned to the mirror, your face morphing into a replica of the barista you saw earlier. You were quite shocked by the transformation, even more shocked when the man pushed you onto the sink and lodged his little dick into your vagina. <span class="pink-emphasis">Nng</span>, you briefly grunted as the barista held her cock inside. You began to feel it vibrate and quiver inside, as it began to grow and expand in your pussy. It grew and grew, filling up every crevice of your pussy with man-meat. A low groan was emitting from the barista as the cock reached a massive 10-inches, finally matching the body it belonged to.
You were completely stretched, this giant cock lodged deep into you, feeling like it was pressing against the skin of on top of your stomach. You looked into the mirror, your cute barista cheeks a rosy red from arousal. The newly formed man behind you smiled squeezing your fat ass and slowly thrusting in and out of your pussy. You then began to push back on him with increased speed, your ass cheeks flinging back and forth, plapping on his hips and lower abdomen.
<span class="btn">[[The barista matched your energy and began pounding away.->Camila 3.32]]</span>
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The man behind you began pounding you hard, as he looked at himself in the mirror and flexed one of his biceps, still squeezing your ass with the other. You were actively moaning now, however, you were actually quite unbothered by the massive cock, as if you did this on a daily basis. You moved one hand to your clit, rubbing it to induce more pleasure. You quickly orgasmed, love juices spilling onto his cock.
The man smiled as you let him take his dick out of you temporarily. The man instinctively moved to the toilet and sat, his cock still hard and long. You walked over, your ass jiggling as you did so, and you planted yourself on his cock facing him. This time feeling quite a bit deeper, probably due to the gravity of your body pulling yourself onto it. You began to bounch on it aggresively, jumping up and down supported by the strong man below you. Wet plapping sounds resounded as your thighs slapped against his. He removed one of his supporting hands and brought it to your fake breast, squeezing it hard. You felt intense satisfaction from pleasing your man.
Some memories developed in your head as you rode, you were now Maddie Leigh, the barista who had served you before, and here you were servicing your boyfriend, whom you've been together with since high school. Brad, your boyfriend, was a star quarterback, that already had offers to play professionally. You were looking forward to living a life as a housewife of this stud, living a life of luxury off his fortold wealth. You smiled brightly as you recalled the great future and easy life ahead of you.
You positioned your hands on his abs, as you began to strongly milk his cock with your pussy, slamming your ass up and down on him. Brad began to grunt as his cock twitched and released its load into you, leaving you dripping. You slid off his shaft, grabbing a bit of toilet paper and cleaning up the residual cum leaking out. Brad stood up and leaned down, giving you a deep passionate kiss, before getting dressed in the sweats and t-shirt that laid beside you.
<span class="adrian-emphasis">"Thanks so much for this baby, you know how much this helps me clear my mind before a big game,"</span> Brad says in his deep manly tone.
<span class="pink-emphasis">"Like any time Braddy! I'm like so excited to see you score more touchdowns today!"</span> You say in a bubbly happy tone, smiling up at him. He gives you a warm smily, clearly knowing you really don't know much about football still, depsite the fact that you had been to every on of his games for almost 5 years now. Regardless, you were actually very loyal and loved him very much. Despite the fact that Brad was likely going to make millions after he gets drafted, the money was only a singular motivator to your loyalty to him. The next few years would bring these aspirations to fruition, as you lived the rest of your days as a tradwife for a professional athlete.
''//Ending: Sports Wife//''
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Lucas grabbed your hands firmly, giving them a gentle but strong squeeze. He looked into your eyes, dancing back and forth as if deciding to tell you something. His face's expression changed from the brooding one he had before to his usual, playful, normal Lucas expression. He gave you a warm smile , <span class="dialogue">"You know, I am doing quite a bit better now. I did feel like I made a mistake breaking up with you and I honestly did want to talk to you, but I felt like you hated me. Clearly, that is not the case. Cammy, I love you."</span> Lucas swiftly standing slightyl and leaning across the table, planting a long intimate kiss on your lips. You reciprocated, leaning into it gently, rising up slightly on your tiptoes.
Lucas stood up confidently, as if he had regained all of his lost confidence and happiness and lifted you up out of your chair by your hand. You regained your confident, Brazilian composure and followed Lucas out of the coffee shop. A wide smile formed on your face as you basked in the bliss of a reignited, passionate relationship.
<span class="btn">[[You got in his car and rode with him to his townhouse apartment.->Camila 3.25]]</span>
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As Lucas fumbled with the keys to his apartment, you felt an urge that you couldn't hold back. Driven with lust you through yourself towards him, pushing your face into his. Both of your tongues passionately dancing about, as he finally unlocked his door. Still making out with one another, the two of your made your way in, slamming the door behind you with your foot. You moaned lowly, muffled by Lucas's lips. A brief thought of disgust grazed the front of your mind, a bit torn by the fact that you were making out with your best friend. This was quickly discarded and silenced, as one of Lucas's strong hands had wormed underneath your jean skirt and clamped onto your pert, round, caramel ass.
You release your kiss, heavy breaths escaping both you and Lucas's mouths. Lucas continued to knead your behind, holding you somewhat close, as you maneuvered your hands underneath his shirt and began removing it. He released his hands temporarily, allowing you to pull his t-shirt over his head, exposing his athletic, lean body. You moved your hands to your top, pulling it up and over your head, and simultaneously, Lucas deftly undid the buttons of your jean skirt and tugged it such that it slid over your ass and onto the ground.
You kicked your skirt away, as Lucas resumed his ass-kneading. You leaned towards him and resumed kissing him. Your hands moved down to his pants and undid them, sliding them down to his uper thigh. You gave the crotch of his exposed underwear a few rubs, before abruptly snatching the elastic and heaving it forward, allowing Lucas's large cock to pop out at full attention.
The two of you continued in your sexual, standing embrace, Lucas grabbing your behind, and you finally grasping his cock, stroking it up and down slowly. All the while still making out with one another. You finally released yourself from his face, a rope of saliva loosely hanging between the two mouths.
<span class="btn">[[The two of you stared into one another's eyes, before two devilish grins came across both of your faces.->Camila 3.26]]</span>
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You released your hands from your friend's penis, and similarly, Lucas stopped groping your ass. The two of you briefly stood their, with you still in your lingerie and Lucas half naked, with his pants at his thighs. Lucas finished revealing his body, sliding his pants and underwear off and leaving them on the ground. Lucas smirked, before sweeping you off the ground, causing you to gasp and blush. He chuckled, his cock rubbing slightly on your ass cheek as he carried you to his bedroom.
Lucas stood before his bed, lifted you up and gave you a quick kiss before tossing you onto the bed. You looked up at him for a moment before speaking ,<span class="teal-emphasis">"Not this time Mr. Moreno, you should let me handle it." You slid off the bed, standing before Lucas, substantially short than him. You gave your breasts a quick squeeze, before undoing your pushup bra and displaying your small perky breasts to him.
Lucas deviously smirked before saying, <span class="dialogue">"That's fine, but you have to let me do this first."</span> Lucas took one arm and firmly shoved you back onto the bed. He took booth hands and grasped the elastic of your panties, as he quickly slid them down and off your legs, exposing your slick, tight vagina. Then, he quickly maneuvered and hooked his arms underneath your thighs and ass, before easily heaving your entire body into the air. Your naked, moist vagina, now aligned with your best friend's mouth.
Your hands began to writhe and grasp at his hair, as Lucas began to skillfully lap and suck your pussy. <span class="teal-emphasis">Mmmmmmmmm, ooh ooh mmmm</span>, you moaned as he lubricated your pussy with his saliva. He did this only a brief minute or two, before gently letting you down onto the ground, allowing you to stand. Your legs were quivering with arousal from Lucas eating out, as he crawled onto the bed and laid back.
<span class="btn">[[Lucas awaited for your arrival on top of him.->Camila 3.27]]</span>
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You turned around, smiling, and bent over, displaying your perky ass in its full glory. You took both of your hands and grasped the cheeks from either side, pulling them apart and exposing your tight Brazilian pussy and asshole. You looked over your large bottom and could see Lucas completely enthralled with what he saw. You then began to crawl on the bed over top his legs and thighs towards his penis. You placed your head a few inches above it, quickly giving your hand a sloppy spit and stroked his cock briefly, lubricating it.
Athletically, you flipped over, positioning your vagina and ass overtop his hard cock. You shuffled back on your knees slightly before reaching underneath yourself and grasping his cock. Finally, you smoothly lowered yourself onto his shaft, guiding his penis into your tight pussy. Your pussy reactively gripped hard onto his cock, pulling it into your body. <span class="teal-emphasis">Nnnnnng</span>, you moaned as you gave his balls a few pets before finally supporting yourself with your arms, as you began gyrating your hips up and down, a soft plomping of your thick ass and thighs hitting Lucas's skin.
Lucas's grunts began to align with your gyrations as he moved to grip and intermittently spank your behind, causing you to feel immense pleasure each time. You continued, somewhat slowly, for another minute or two before picking up the intensity, as you shifted from sitting on his thighs to squatting over top him. You began to firmly slam your ass and pussy onto Lucas, your skin clapping loudly against his. <span class="teal-emphasis">Ahn ahn ahh ahn ah</span>. you moaned as you fucked your best friend, feeling intense arousal and lust all throughout.
<span class="btn">[[You continued for a bit longer before slowing down.->Camila 3.28]]</span>
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Neither of you had cum yet, clearly conditioned for sex with one another. You briefly lifted yourself off of Lucas, rising and turning around to face him. You once more grasped his cock and guided it into your pussy, your hands now supporting yourself on his torso. You began to hump and fuck his cock as you slowly leaned down and put your arms around Lucas's neck. <span class="teal-emphasis">"I love you Lucas,"</span> you said softly, breathily into his ear before you started gyrating and humping his cock with increased speed, with your ass never raising off his thighs. Your tiny, perky nipples tracing across Lucas's chest, eliciting even more increased pleasure, as Lucas wrapped his hands around your back and embraced you, indulging in your intimate fucking.
Lucas was grunting heavily, his breaths hot against your ear. <span class="dialogue">"I love you too Camila,"</span> Lucas uttered under his breath, before he made his first and final movement during this sex, as he thrusted firmly into you, his cock spasming in your tight folds, <span class="dialogue">hnnnnng</span>. His cum, filling up your lower abdomen, making you feel as though you had eaten a whole meal.
Simultaneously, you matched his thrust, your entire lower body tensing as you took in Lucas's load. Your orgasmed hard, <span class="teal-emphasis">Ahn ahn ahn AHHHHHHHHHHN. Your entire body shuddered from the intense feeling, as you dropped onto his warm sweaty chest and rested briefly. A violent torrent of memories flooded your head, every conceivable detail about Camila becoming known to you, allowing you to completely embody her inside and out. You smiled for a moment, you had effectively tricked your best friend into fucking you and stole Camila's life. However, you don't care, you know you love Lucas and you feel Camila will do fine with her new life.
Lucas's cock was still lodged in you, however, you felt comfortable and complete, embracing your new lover after a passionate reunion. You felt warm and relaxed, completely safe and at ease with the situation you found yourself in. You quickly took Lucas's limp dick out of your pussy. The both of you swiftly dozed off, falling asleep in eachother's arms.
<span class="btn">[[.....->Camila 3.29]]</span>
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//2 years later//
<span class="teal-emphasis">"Okay I am off honey, I will see you for lunch right?</span> You yell through your nice house, waiting at the front door.
<span class="dialogue">"Wait a second Cam! Hold on!"</span> Lucas yelled back, before quickly rounding the corner, tucking in his button down shirt. He grabbed you by the waist, pulled you forward and gave you a drawn out kiss before pulling back and smiling, <span class="dialogue">"Yes babe, I'll see you for lunch. You are going to do amazing today, I love you."</span> He gives you a warm reassuring smile looking into your eyes with a true, sincere love.
You pull him down to you by the collar and plant a final wet kiss on his lips. <span class="teal-emphasis">"Love you too."</span> You finally leave, grab your purse and walk out. Your heels clacked on the concrete as you walked toward the parking garage that housed your car. You gave the lapels of your crisp navy blue blazer a tug, adjusting it on your torso. You then smoothed out your tight, modest, knee-length dress, with it very clearly outlining your athletic and well-kept ass.
You should be nervous, the speech at this rally you were about to give would most liklely decide if you get elected as mayor. However, you had an otherwordly confidence, such confidence that had one over a majority of voters in the city. It had been a dream of yours to be the driving force, using politics as your vehicle for change. However you knew this was the first stepping stone, and as such you internally understood you had it in the bag. You stepped into your professional black SUV, as you went off to give your final speech before being elected mayor of Meadowgrove.
''//Ending: Mayor Camila Duarte//''
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You look at the antique, fancy mirror, gilded with bronze detailing around the rim. You look at your reflection, the mirror still showing Selene's picture. However, you look at your face in the mirror and a wide, evil-like smile appears, however, you weren't smiling. You avert succinctly away from the mirror, terrified by the false expression you just saw.
You look back into the mirror and are given an extraordinary surprise, it is your body, that being the body of one Ethan Caldwell. You move your arms about and the reflection follows, you continue and decide to look down at your body in real life. By some miracle you are back in your old body, wearing the same outfit you wore last night, a hoodie, some jeans. You feel like jumping in happiness, as you lean into the mirror, your hands roaming over your face.
You continue inspecting your reflection, before yet another false expression appears on the mirror, the reflection's expression shifting to that devilish grin. It remains until you blink, upon regaining your sight the reflection is once more true to your own. However, something feels amiss, like something is deeply wrong.
<span class="btn">[[You look into the mirror, as something terrifying happens.->Mirror 2]]</span>
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Your mouth glues shut, further it melds together, leaving no opening for you to speak. You begin to panic, mufflied grunts behind the skin of where your mouth should be. A dark shadow begins to engulf and cover your body, starting at your toes and slowly rising, removing any distinct details of your body, leaving it as a silhoulette of a human form. You are completely frozen, unable to move, and unable to remove your eyes from the antique mirror.
A cold knife-like feeling plunges into your neck as the shadow engulfs you in your entirety, leaving you as a silhoulette, absorbing all light an appearing like a void. You can still see, however, despite your lack of eyes. The reflection reaches out and pulls you in, leaving you stuck inside the mirror. You are allowed to move once more, however, it is like you are trapped in a tiny room, in the shape of the mirror. You are stuck, empty, figureless, bodiless, in this horrifying limbo. The gaze into the room goes black, leaving you in a featureless dark void, left to wallow in complete loneliness.
<span class="btn">[[You wait for an unknown amount of time, unable to perceive anything, before you feel roused by some nearby motion.->Mirror 3]]</span>
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Your void world lights up, opening to the Selene's familiar apartment. You hear the rustle of keys, the clomps of shoes walking about the apartment, however, you cannot see anyone yet. You are unsure how much time has passed, as you look down at your body. It is reflective, almost invisible, taking on a mirror-like finish. You feel as though you can make out a large number of footsteps, maybe 6 or 7 different people. You await to see the visitor's of Selene's apartment, hoping to get a glimpse of some form of human life.
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<span class="btn"><<link "You wait for an unknown amount of time..." _pulled>><</link>></span>
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A mature, motherly woman stands before you. She is quite short and stout but also attractive for a woman her age. Her face has distinct signs of aging, laugh lines, crows feet, faint shadows under her eyes. She has a wide nose, strong jawline, arched eyebrows, a bob of dark brown hair, streaked with grey encasing her head. She pursed her lips and fluffed her hair, as your arms mirrorred her movements exactly.
You were exactly eye level with the woman, she was wearing a deep, wine red sweater that clung tightly to her body, displaying an outline of very large breasts beneath, as well as some folds on her stomach. Her hip were wide, motherly, showcasing a suppleness only a good mother would have. The rest of her legs continued the theme, clearly soft and pliable in texture. Her lower body was wrapped in a leather skirt, her legs coated with tight, black pantyhose. Her feet, clasped in some fancy looking shallow heels. The ensemble completed with an expensive looking luxury purse.
<span class="btn">[[Your body began to move on it own.->Mirror_Rosa Marchetti 1]]</span>
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Your body began to move independent of your thoughts and the woman's actions. Your leg crossed the threshold of the liquid glass barrier. As it passed through, the mirror-like texture quickly rippled and took on a soft, pliable, pantyhose-clad leg. One heel clacking on the ground. The rest of your body continued, half your hip and torso pulling through, a set of wide, motherly hips passed through the liquid glass, a pair of large breasts gurgled out, covered in a wine-red sweater. You finished walking through the mirror's film, unveiling yourself as an exact copy of the woman before you.
You uncontrollably moved to grab the woman by the shoulder and began to deeply kiss her. A flood of memories poured into your mind, memories of being an Italian mother, raising two girls who are currently 22 and 18 respectively. Marrying your highschool sweetheart, Antonio, who took over his father's law firm at a young age. You recall giving birth, making pasta, celebrating Christmas with a large family gathering and dinner. Every possible aspect of this woman's memory and life becoming entwined together.
You release your kiss and guide the woman into the mirror, where she takes her place as your reflection. Suddenly, it's as if time resumes, the reflection resumes copying your movements as you try to get a grasp on what just happened. You feel absolutely terrible, you had just stolen this woman's life! You give your large breasts a squeeze and heave, their soft flesh enveloping your old dainty hands. You release and look your hands over, adorned with a wedding band and an expensive looking diamond engagment ring.
<span class="btn">[[Four people spill out of one of the bedrooms, disrupting your analysis.->Mirror_Rosa Marchetti 2]]</span>
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''"Mom you look fine!"'' A stunning white college girl compliments you. You immediately recognize her as your 22 year old daughter Dani. She is followed by a much younger, cuter 18 year old little sister Isabella. Finally, the two are succeeded by an older woman that you know is named as Beatriz, your new younger sister. The trio is eyeing you, waiting some type of response.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"You say that as if I ever look bad! A Marchetti always looks her best on nights like these."</span> You say in response, smiling warmly at your daughter, striking a theatrical pose whilst stomping on of your feet. The three of them giggle at your gaudy response as you feel a vibration in your purse. You pull it out and see a text from one 'Tesoro' saying, "Let the ladies know I am waiting in the parking lot ready to go. Looking forward to dinner tonight and some fun later as well."
You announce that Antonio, their father, is waiting in the car ready to take you all to dinner. You and your family were going Palazzo del Sapore, a very expensive Italian restauraunt for dinner. You blushed at the thought of having 'fun' with your new husband, and recalled the fact that you had stolen this life. However, you weren't in control, and further you feel you are stuck in this life completely. The curse that occupied Selene's body seems to not belong to your new one. You mentally apologize to Rosa, hoping she can find her escape as you did, and resolve to do your best in fulfilling and living Rosa's life as she would.
//A few hours later//
Your moans sounding throughout the luxurious bedroom, as Antonio pounded your old vagina. Very wet sounds emitted, each thrust causing every facet of your body to jiggle, your subtle tummy, your large breasts, your meaty thighs. Antonio continued slamming into your pliable body, until he finally came, finishing completely inside you. You felt complete, and completely worn out, sluggishly rolling over on your side. Antonio dropped behind you, embracing and spooning you as the two of you drifted off to sleep. You were left to live Rosa's life the best as you could, however, that didn't mean you couldn't enjoy yourself, did it?
''//Ending: Rosa Marchetti//''
(This ending is randomized from "You wait for an unknown amount of time...", I recommend clicking on that link again or using the back arrow to find more endings!)
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You enter the empty classroom you were in before, shutting it behind you. A warm breeze caresses your neck, as your head begins to violently shake and oscillate back and forth, your body morphing and changing with extreme speed. Wet sloshing and crunching noises erupt from you as you transform back into Selene, your clothes following suit, ruffling and shifting into your original outfit. You smile to yourself at your successful adventure, brushing your clothes down as you readjusted to Selene's form.
<span class="btn">[[You return to your apartment.->Apartment Checkpoint]]</span>
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<span class="dialogue">"Ah shit, I totally just trauma dumped onto you didn't I? Fuck, I am sorry," he chuckles scratching the back of his head awkwardly, "regardless, thanks for listening, made me feel a lot better. And hey how about we get coffee sometime and catch up? It'd be nice to catch up a little bit." </span>
<span class="teal-emphasis">"Okay, but we're-" you stop as he gets up abruptly and leaves happily accepting you 'okay' as a final answer, "-already at a coffee shop." You sat for a few minutes thinking over what Lucas had said, setting your mind on going to the library to learn more about your curse. After a few more minutes passed, a warm breeze swept across your nape, signaling to you that you should probably leave the coffee shop. You obliged, exiting promptly, making your way to Camila's sleeping vessel. As you approached, a wave of wet transformations took place all across your body, morphing into Selene's familiar form and clothes. All of which occurring whilst you were in stride.
You approached Camila, who groggily began to wake up. You swiftly helped her to her feet, dusted off her shoulders and left her, allowing her to reacclimate to where she was. Camila would have no memory of what transpired. You smirked, feeling oddly satisfied at how accurately you played the role of 'ex-girlfriend'.
<span class="btn">[[You return to your apartment.->Apartment Checkpoint]]</span>
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<span class="teal-emphasis">"You know that dress really fits you well, it's wrapping you like a present waiting to be opened."</span> The guy says to you. Your raise one eyebrow inquisitively, you'd think you'd remember putting on a dress. However, much to your surprise as you look down, a tight, short, red cocktail dress now adorns your body, with no remnants of your previous outfit. Your fishnet stockings now a smooth skin, your boots now a pair of matching red stilletto heels, your choker now a little silver chain. Your leather jacket now a denim one.
The dress itself was a tube style, allowing your breasts to squeeze out the top and your ass to almost peek out the bottom. You felt a icy sensation in your neck, as you slid your card to the bartender, allowing him the close the check. <span class="teal-emphasis">"Yeah, it really shows off your gorgeous legs and ass, man I'd pay you to let me touch it!"</span> He says, as if trying to gauge your interest. You scoff, however, any retort back to him is halted by an intensely pleasurable feeling in your thighs and ass. The muscle and fat began to undulate and shift, garbling underneath your clothes, as they transformed into the most perfect set of legs, ass, and thighs: thick but toned, an ass that is pert, round, shapely and large, and legs for days.
You needed to get out of here. You picked up your very expensive feeling red purse and began to walk towards the exit of the bar, your heels clacking with each step. The guy, however, continued to follow you. <span class="teal-emphasis">"Yeah wow, and the way your hips move when you walk, god it is so sexy!"</span> he said behind you, as your hips snapped outward, supporting your model-esque behind. Simultaneously, your waist cinched giving you a picture-perfect hourglass shape. Your body was not at pornstar level proportions, but they were the absolute pinnacle of model beauty standards.
<span class="btn">[[You exited the bar, strutting away to any location away from the guy following you.->Socialite 2]]</span>
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However, the man persisted, still lingering just behind you. <span class="teal-emphasis">"And that upper body, mm-mm-mmmm. Those tits are just perfect, I bet my hands would cup them perfectly!"</span> The man said behind you, as a euphoric feeling built behind your currently somewhat small breasts. The began to vibrate and jiggle on their own, inflating with a viscous substance, before reaching a perfect set of fully natural, perky, D-cup breasts, supported by your tight cocktail dress. Each step you took causing them to jostle about against your dress.
<span class="teal-emphasis">"And finally my favorite part about you...your face! God you look divine, framed in that beautiful brown hair, I think any man could just look at you for hours!"</span> He said to you, causing you to stop your walking, as you sluggishly leaned against the wall, somewhat struggling to stand. You rotated your body to allow you back to rest behind you on the wall, as you brought your hands to your face. You could feel all of the muscles and bones beneath your fingers and skin shift and move about, restructuring into a new visage. Similarly, your hair began to flow to your middle back, leaving you with gorgeous gold-tinted brunette hair.
The transformations subsided, as you quickly took your phone out of your purse and brought it to your face, turning the camera on. The face before you was not one you recognized, however, she was nothing short of gorgeous. Probably a highly-coveted model for magazines across the world. A newfound confidence washed over you, as you felt an ego the size of saturn form in your brain.
<span class="btn">[[You put your phone away and smirked at the man with confidence.->Socialite 3]]</span>
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<span class="pink-emphasis">"Pay me $1000"</span> you stated to the guy, folding your arms and jutting your hip out. He looked baffled by the sudden command. <span class="pink-emphasis">"If you pay me $1000 I might let you see something special."</span> you give him a quick wink before returning to a completely stone-cold face. He was clearly stunned, but he began to oblige, somehow mustering $700 out of his wallet.
<span class="teal-emphasis">"I can give you this, do you take tenmo for the rest?"</span> he nervously questioned you. You cackled in his face, in a way fitting of some high-school bully. However, something about it was intensely attractive. You slowly stopped laughing before readjusting your purse and posture.
You eyed the boy up and down before speaking,<span class="pink-emphasis">"Awww, um no. I could however, let you kiss my heel for $700."</span> The guy quickly shoved the money into your palm and dropped to the concrete, as he gave your feet a few tentative pecks before rising back up. His last kiss giving your toes and his lips a sudden shock.
Upon this shock you eyed the man before you, feeling as though something shifted within him. You then could see his crotch vibrate and wobble about, increasing in size and bulge. You could tell this wasn't him getting hard, but rather his dick actually growing in size.
<span class="btn">[[You quickly called an uber for you and the guy, telling thedriver to take you to your apartment.->Socialite 4]]</span>
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You took the uber to an extremely expensive looking apartment complex. The two of you rode the elevator all the way to the penthouse suite, where you now resided. You then commanded the man, <span class="pink-emphasis">"Go sit on that couch now and remove your pants," you commanded, and the guy obliged. His cock nearly tearing a hole through his cotton underwear. He was flush red, and was unsure of what was about to happen.
You slipped out of your heels and walked over, lifting your foot and planting it firmly on his crouch, almost crushing his dick. He grunted, clearly in some pain but his face showcased pleasure. You grinned. With your foot still planted firmly you spoke, <span class="pink-emphasis">"How much money do you have in your bank account?"</span> you questioned with authority, twisting your foot on his balls.
<span class="teal-emphasis">"Hnng, $5000"</span> the guy muttered under his groans. You smilled, releasing your force off his crotch. You wriggled your toes on top of his underwear, massaging his tip through the material. He clearly enjoyed it, and as such you stopped abruptly to stop him from enjoying it more.
<span class="pink-emphasis">"You are going to transfer it all to my account and once that is done, I am going to pleasure myself on your dick. You will get the priveledge of feeling my pussy on your cock."</span> You said in a sultry but commanding tone. Surprisingly again, the man asked for your details and quickly wired the money to you. You were honestly shocked he kept agreeing, but that didn't matter as you removed your jacket and threw it onto his face. <span class="pink-emphasis">"Do not remove it unless you want me to get you put into jail."</span> You commanded, as you stripped out of all of your clothes, peeling your dress and lingerie off, leaving your absolutely stunning body bare to the room.
<span class="btn">[[You walked over to the man.->Socialite 5]]</span>
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You strutted over to the man, and pulled down his underwear, exposing his massive penis. You bit your lip at the sheer girth and size of it. You crawled onto his legs and over his dick, rubbing your pussy lips on it for 30 seconds before slowly inserting it into yourself. The pleasure was immense as you slid up and down the giant shaft in cowgirl position, tossing your hair around and fondling your big breasts. Each thrust getting deeper into your womb, you could see the faintest outline of his cock in your lower abdomen, its sheer girth displacing enough material to become visible under your skin.
You continued fucking this guy below you, as you looked to the side, a large mirror adoring the wall. You watched this gorgeous beauty ride a man on the couch, realizing that this was you. And you ''liked'' it. Each thrust giving you more memories of a life of being a super-model, constantly pampered due to your otherwordly beauty. Your thoughts shifting to narcissistic, egotistical thoughts of how good you looked. It also seemed like in your new life, you enjoyed taking advantage of others, just like this guy, effectively robbing 1000's upon 1000's of dollars from these people, and they didn't bat an eye. It almost felt like you were giving them a bargain.
Regardless, you continued pleasuring yourself and fucking the man beneath you for hours, repetitively orgasming every 10 or so minutes. Allthewhile, you were just staring at your reflection. As you finished your lengthy session, you climbed off him, his dick shrinking to a completely opposite, tiny size permanently. You grabbed your panties and a tank top and equipped them before removing your jacket from his eyes. You commanded him to leave and never speak with you again, yet another command he accepted and followed.
You lived the next few years as a gorgeous socialite model, participating in photoshoots during the day, and taking advantage of well-endowed gullible men, no doubt due to your curse.
''//Ending: Pseudo-Succubus//''
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You stand up, taking Aaron's hand in yours. Aaron immediately follows, before stopping briefly, taking out his phone. He opens some app before letting Lucas know he called an uber for him. <span class="purple-emphasis">Always the cool and collected one</span> you thought as you guided Aaron out of the bar and into an alley a few blocks away. You smoothly shoved Aaron against a wall, clasping his crotch with your hands, firmly squeezing. You brought yourself a mere inch away from his face, your hot breath permeating across his skin as you spoke, <span class="purple-emphasis">"Will you please tell me where Ethan is now? I really want to see him?</span> You say in an innocent-like manner, however, your expression still dripped with allure.
<span class="aaron-emphasis">"But he told me not to unnnng-"</span> he began to speak before you stopped him by clenching his crotch even more firmly. You began to massage his pants, compressing and decompressing your fingers into his genitals. Aaron was sweating quite a bit now, you were unsure why he was so nervous to tell you. You abruptly stopped massaging and harshly grabbed and held Aarons crotch, his eyes showing the discomfort he was experiencing.
<span class="aaron-emphasis">"Fine, fine! Here is his address. He really did tell me not to, but I can't resist."</span> He nervously erupted. You took your phone and opened the maps app and handed it over to Aaron, where he quickly typed in 'Ethan's' address. Once you received your phone back, you released your grip of his crotch, allowing your friend relief. You looked at your phone, the address definitely looked familiar, however, for some reason you couldn't remember it.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"Thanks Aaron, you are so amazing!</span> You say to him. You lean your head right beside his ear and whisper, <span class="purple-emphasis">"I'll have to reward you for your help this weekend."</span> You gave his ear lobe a quick nibble before leaving your friend in the alley way. You really had no intent in your mind to follow through on that disgusting "reward" but something in the back of your head made it sound like a good idea.
<span class="btn">[[You walked through the college town, all the way to "Ethan's" apartment.->Seduce Aaron 3]]</span>
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You walked up to the duplex and rapped on the front door. The door quickly unlocked and a familiar face appeared, your original face. ==Selene== Ethan initially seemed quite a bit shocked by your arrival, however, his face quickly changed to a sinister calmness that worried you. <span class="ethan-emphasis">"You know, I really thought I did everything I could to prevent this from happening, however, it seems you got acclimated even more quickly than I thought you would. Before anything further happens, I need to warn you, I can't promise things will turn out the way you think. I highly recommend leaving and seeing me after the weekend."</span> Your old body explainds calmly to you.
There's something in his voice that conveys to you that he is being completely sincere. However at the same time, it's almost like he is antagonizing you. Your body is right there, you guys could reverse the whole thing and return to normal. However, his warnings ring in your head, you worry about the consequences of trying anything here. Thoughts bounce back and forth in your mind before you make a decision.
<span class="btn">[[Fuck it you were here already, might as well follow through.->Seduce Aaron 4]]</span>
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You shove your way into your old apartment, pushing the thief aside, An icey knife-like feeling pierced the nape of your neck, feeling so strong that you quickly collaped onto your hands and knees. You felt extremely cold, you could feel and see the breaths escaping your mouth condensing into a gray mist, as if it were freezing in the apartment. Your breaths became ragged and constricted.
<span class="ethan-emphasis">"Ethan, I am so sorry about this. The curse doesn't let me tell you, so you will have to face the consequences, however, some may not think them much of a consequence. If you come into contact with your old identity this quickly and come with the intent to reverse the changes, the curse will punish you. It gives me a few choices, however, I don't think you have bad intentions so I will tell them to you. I will let you decide how this plays out."</span> 'Ethan' pauses before continuing, <span class="ethan-emphasis">"Option 1: I will be given the ability to mold you into however I wish, transforming my body to my liking. For this option, however, I will change what you want me to change. You would also be bound to me as my eternal fiance. Option 2: I can give you the opportunity at a brand new life, however, this life would be permanent. Option 3: You can take the form of someone in my life, someone that gives you a semblance of normalcy. Finally Option 4: Is effectively the curse you originally had but ramped up, your body will always conform to what others want."</span>
You struggle to turn your neck upwards so you can look at him. <span class="ethan-emphasis">"I really feel bad about this, but all these options, no matter which you choose, will make it impossible for you to interact with me as you did just now. Your literal freedom choice will be a bit restricted. Regardless, I am giving you the option to choose, so please pick whichever and we will get this over with. Once again, I really tried to prevent this."</span>
Which do you choose?
<span class="btn">[[1: Ethan's fiance (agency but also effectively servitud)->Ethan's Fiance]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[2; A Truly New life (stability but complete loss of old identity.->A Truly New life (stability but complete loss of old identity.]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[3: Familiarity (Comfort but corruption)->Familiarity]]</span>
<span class="btn">[[4: Perception (Adaptibility and arguably the most freedom but complete annilhilation of self)->Perception]]</span>
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'Ethan' nods at your repsonse, as something in the air shifts. You feel a icy piercing sensation in the nape of your neck, as your vision fades. After a few brief moments of darkness, you open your eyes, only to be in an unfamiliar location. You are currently sitting in the driver's seat of a car, your hands already on the steering wheel. You blink a few times, not remembering how you even arrived here.
You look around the vehicle you are sitting in, an iced coffee is sitting in the cup holder, half drunk, a folder filled with papers is sitting on your passenger seat, with an ID on top. A You splay your hands in front of you, a set of feminine and small hands are before you. Pale pink nail polish across your neatly trimmed nails.
You pluck the ID with your new hands and read it out loud <span class="pink-emphasis">"Olivia Sanders, Faculty - English/Literature, Riverside High School"</span> The voice that states these words is unfamiliar as well: warm, feminine, husky, and gentle. The smiling portrait of the woman displayed on the card as well. The woman is very pretty, with a heart shaped feminine face, hazel eyes, naturally flush cheeks, with chestnut brown wavy hair falling past her shoulders. You set the ID down and pull down the sun visor, revealing a mirror and your new reflection.
<span class="btn">[[......->New 2]]</span>
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You opted for option 3, taking the form of someone in your old life. A frozen air caressed the nape of your neck as something magical commenced. All of your current clothes vanished, leaving you completely naked. In one quick motion, your entire body crunched and expanded, transforming you into your original identiy, Ethan Caldwell. You felt happy for a moment, quickly feeling up your face and dick. You stood naked your apartment's living room, however, your happiness was quickly stripped away from you once you glanced back at 'Ethan' and saw a look of sadness and sorry.
You quickly realized why, as you felt another feeling inside of you. You quickly shuffled to your old bedroom and shut the door, moving towards a full length mirror. You stood for a moment before bracing yourself against it with both your arms. <span class="ethan-emphasis">Hnnnnnng</span> you grunted, asyour legs crunched and shrank in length leaving you shorter. Your torso followed, also snapping and shrinking in size, your shoulders completely losing their masculine broadness and your rib cage noticeably smaller.
You felt a weird sensation in your toes as you looked down, the muscles and skeleture contorting and moving about strangles. Your feet became quite veiny, almost like they were old. Moles and other imperfections forms across, your feet finalizing into a pair of dainty feet. You wiggled them briefly as a coat of red lacquer materialized on them.
<span class="btn">[[The transformation continued...->Familiarity 2]]</span>
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You decide to choose option 4, it sounded like the one with the most autonomy of mind. As 'Ethan' nods at your choice, a sharp cold freeze moved across your nape, signaling the beginning of whatever was happening. However, that was all that occurred, you felt the same as you did before. 'Ethan' looked at your with sincerity, leading you to the door and letting you leave of your own will.
You walked along the sidewalk, late at night, shoegazing and pondering on what exactly you can even do now. Randomly, amidst your walk, a pleasurable warmth touched every crease of your body for a brief moment before dissipating. You felt a need to crack your neck, so you twisted it and held the tension, finally cracking it and giving yourself relief. You continued walking, unphased.
''//"Hey Crystal! Mind giving helping me out again tonight? Heh heh *cough*."//'' A grainy voice yelled out into the night. You definitely didn't look like a Crystal, but you felt as though this person was talking to you. As you turned to face the stranger, a gold, oversized earring slapped you on the cheek, causing you to inspect yourself. You looked down, seeing a completely new form below you, a set of large tits adorned your chest, covered with a tight sequin top. A fur coat, hanging off your arms and shoulders, leopard print leggings essentially painted onto your legs. All finished off with a set of tall stiletto heels.
You clacked over to a window of a nearby building, the reflection showcasing a new person, with red greasy hair tied in a bun. You looked like a stripper, and the name 'Crystal' seemed to match this conclusion. You cupped your breasts briefly, giving them a test squeeze. They were most definitly fake.
<span class="btn">[[The man spoke again, breaking your investigation.->Perception 2]]</span>
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The flesh in your thighs and calves fluctuated, moving across them in waves. Each wave adjusting the shape and proportions slightly, you calves becoming smaller, thinner, whilst your thighs quickly filled with fat and muscle with each pulse. The pulsing continued for a few a bit longer, slowly filling your thighs with a suppleness and softness they didn't have before. A few more pulses came about, giving your thighs a look of aging, cellulitis, moles, etc. You moved your hands to your ass cheeks, as they begin to push against your palms, filling with fat and muscle, your hands sinking into the growing flesh, It finished, leaving your lower body full transformed. Your dick was being squeezed by the sheer flesh that encased your new legs.
You looked into the mirror, the legs that were attached to your torso did not match. They looked old and maternal, especially so when compared to your substantially younger looking upper body. Your wist cinched slighty, quickly, which was also followed by an abrupt crack as your hips flared outwards, leaving a noticeable gap in your thighs, relieving your dick from being crushed.
The transformations ceased on your lower body, focusing now onto your hands. The skin, bones, and meat of your hands rippled, becoming very dainty, boney, veiny. Your fingers contorted and elongated. Your nails sliding out subtly, becoming longer and more delicate. You splayed them out in front of you, analyzing them. They were clearly old, womanly. Once more, a coat of red nail polish adorned then, leaving them shiny and complete.
Similar to your legs, waves began to pulse across your arms, as any muscle in your arms deflated. All the skin and flesh softening, sagging ever-so-sligthly. The skin felt extremely soft on the bones of your body, as you brought one of your feminine hands and gave your soft bicep a squeeze.
<span class="btn">[[The transformation continued...->Familiarity 3]]</span>
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Your newly transformed pieces of your body took on a peachy, healthy color. This same tone began to permeate from your right arm, crawling across your skin until it reached your right nipple. You brought both of your hands to the nipple, as the nipple and the flesh around it began to pulse up and down briefly. This was quickly followed by the breasts expanding, a consistent flow of flesh and fat building behind your nipple. It was intensely pleasureable, as the breasts filled both of your dainty hands, leaving you holding a singular, large, maternal breast. Your other breast quickly reciprocated, following the same procedure.
The peachy skin tone climed down your torso to your lower abdomen, as it permeated and connected the blotchy skin tone your body currently had, giving you a conformed color. Womany fat began to pool into your lower abdomen, giving you maternal love handles and a slight motherly pooch. You pinched at the fat that had collected, it feeling extremely supple and smooth.
Your penis began to vibrate and harden, becoming rock hard. You were pretty aroused by the whole situation, but your dick was raging right now. You grasped it with your new hands, almost like a stranger was gripping it, which made it feel even better. You began to pump it gently and firmly for a few moments, before it twitched and came, ropes of your cum streaming out onto the mirror in front of you. However, the cum quickly steamed off and disappeared, as your dick smoothly pulled into your lower body, making a quick slurp noise as the head finished it's journey. Your balls quickly followed reforming pulling into your body and reforming into ovaries. Your new pussy slowly loosened, as if aging before your eyes. A subtle tuft of pubic hair formed around it, twirling about into short light brown curls.
<span class="btn">[[Your nose began to scrunch and itch....->Familiarity 4]]</span>
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You felt at your new vagina, spreading it with two fingers briefly, before that itching sensation brought your focus back to the mirror and your face. Your spine cracked abruptly, givng your entire body a new posture, as your neck elongated slightly, also retaining an upright posture. The peachy skin tone permeated across your face, touching the roots of your hair. Your hair began to extend, taking on a blonde color with the roots remaining dark. Your hair tumbled down, covering the top of your head with shoulder length, wavy, dirty blonde hair.
You took both hands and held the new hair up and behind your head as you witnessed your face slosh and shapeshift into something not your own. First your eyes changed from brown to a blue, growing in size and changing to an almond shape. Your cheekbones raised, giving your face more definition. Your chin lessened, becoming more pointed and feminine. Your nose wiggled and vibrate on its own, giving you a new elegant nose. You pursed your lips together, as they changed shape and filled out into a slightly more plump and full set. The hair of eyebrows rippled, as they reshaped into subtle arches, giving your new face a consistently kind, endearing look.
The face that reflected back to you, however, was not an unknown one. Before you was the full body of your step-mother, Elaine Caldwell. Your biological mother had passed away when you were quite young, and where Elaine married your father and became your mother. She was sweet, kind, compassionate, probably the best mother one could ask for. However, you were now her, and you knew in your gut that she no longer existed. You have taken her place. You began to grow very distressed and sad, shuddering at the decision's result and the fact that your mom no longer existed.
You were able to quickly recover from thet sadness, likely due to the curse, as you inspected your face once more. A few finishing touches appeared across your visage, subtle laugh lines, wrinkles all hidden behind a glowing healthy complexion. A coat of light, natural style makeup appeared on your face, completing your entire look.
<span class="btn">[[You look at the base of your old bed and see a set of clothes.->Familiarity 5]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
There was a pile of neatly folded clothes sitting there. A pair of folded jeans, a white knit sweater, with a set of simple black lingire sitting atop. There was also a wedding band and engagement ring sitting a few inches beside them, alongside a pair of tan ankle boots and leather tote bag.
You felt compelled to change, and that is exactly what you did. You equipped everything flawlessly, as if you had done it your whole life, as you finally grabbed the rings and slid them onto your mature hands. You looked into the mirror once more, seeing the uncanny copy of your mother through her perspective. A smell of a sweet perfume aroma reached your nose, the memorable scent of your mother. Upon smelling it, you felt relaxed, as if she was telling you everything was okay.
<span class="btn">[[You open the door of your old bedroom and face 'Ethan'.->Familiarity 6]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
You open the door as your eyes meet 'Ethan'. A wave of happiness, and motherly worry flows through you, you feel that you love 'Ethan' and further that you love your son. Ethan looked at you with a sad, sorrowful look, <span class="ethan-emphasis">"Ethan, I am so sorry, I really didn't mean for thi-"</span> Ethan stopped speaking as you walked over to him and gave him a deep hug, nuzzling him into your bosom. You squeezed him tightly, giving his hair a deep kiss.
<span class="pink-emphasis">"You don't need to speak on it Ethan, what happened happened. We just need to move forward live as best we can okay hun?"</span> You softly spoke into his scalp, your voice having a signature maternal and soft tone. You gave him one more squeeze before releasing him and looking at him with your hands on his shoulders.<span class="pink-emphasis">"Everything will be okay."</span> You looked him in the eyes, awaiting for a repsonse, before Ethan gave a subtle smile and nodded. You warmly smiled, feeling a sense of calm and reassurance. You really believed everything that you had said.
You gave your son a final hug as you collected your bag and began to walk out. As you opened the door you turned and said, <span class="pink-emphasis">"You do need to clean that bedroom though, young man. You don't want your future fiance to think you are a pig do you?"</span> You smirked at him with a teasing expression before chuckling as he groaned in response. <span class="pink-emphasis">"Okay, by now, love you hun."</span>
<span class="btn">[[You walked and left the duplex, making your way to the parked car on the street.->Familiarity 7]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
As the door shut behind you, you finally felt like you regained control of your body. However, you weren't unhappy or worried. You felt like you had your mom to help you through this new life. You walked towards a car, an ice white SUV. You climbed in, and started the car, looking at yourself in the rearview mirror. You were truly your step-mom, but what could you do about it? You tucked a bit of hair behind your left ear and began to instinctively drive, making your way to your old home.
After a bit of a long-winded drive you arrived ,entering your very nice looking townhouse in the city. It was quite late, around 2 AM, as you entered in softly. As you locked the house behind you, you were shocked to see your dad, now husband, sitting on the couch, candles lit around him and a bottle of wine and glasses on the table. You kicked off your shoes and joined him.
The two of you talked, watched a show, drank wine, and enjoyed each other. Over the course, you slowly scooted closer and closer to your new husband. As you brushed your hand across his thigh, all of the memories of one Elaine Caldwell flooded your mind, every little detail making itself ready to you, as you felt your identity as Ethan and Elaine melded into one. You used the knowledge to make the night even more intimate, reminiscing on old events that had happened between you (Elaine) and your husband, giggling and sighing throughout the conversation.
<span class="btn">[[Your husband decided to take the night into the bedroom...->Familiarity 8]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
You laid on your back, completely nude, as your old father pumped into you slowly and intimately, with one of his hands gripping a large breast. <span class="pink-emphasis">Ahn hnnng hmmmm mmmm</span>, each thrust causing a sultry moan to escape your lips. The two of your eloped for hours, enjoying the sexual intercourse.
You awoke early the next morning, a Saturday morning, you made a full eggs, bacon, pancakes breakfast for you and your husband. The two of you chat over coffee and tea, casually about things and about how Ethan was doing. You were happy and calm, and you felt that with enough time you could do the life of your mother justice as reconcilliation for stealing it away.
''//Ending: Elaine Caldwell//''
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Unsurprisingly, the face reflected to you matched the ID perfectly, except your hair was tied into a fluffy ponytail. You poked and prodded your new face, lifting your feminine lips and inspecting your pearly, perfect teeth, poking your cheeks. You were this Olivia Sanders. You looked down at your new body, immediately noticing to pronounced breasts, bigger than Selene's but not massive by any means. They protruded underneath your cream colored cotton blouse, modestly buttoned, revealing only just below your collarbone. The sleeves were professionaly folded up to your elbows. The bra may have been a bit small, however, as there was a noticeable pressure felt by your breasts.
You readjusted your position in the seat of the car, your thighs sensually rubbing against one another. They were encased in a dark green pencil skirt, that hugged your body tightly without being immodest. The rest of your legs were covered in sheer nude tights, finished off with a pair of black flats.
You hadn't noticed before that a faux leather purse was sitting on the floor of the passenger seat. You grabbed looking flitting through the different items and such until you arrived at a phone. You grabbed it out and typed a code you somehow knew. There weren't many contacts in the phone, only for a mother and father was all you saw. The early morning sun began to rise over the building in front of you, blinding you temporarily. You looked down at your wrist, now adorned with a small silver watch, and saw it was 7:15 AM.
<span class="btn">[[You collect your purse, papers, and coffee and leave to enter the high school building in front of you.->New 3]]</span>
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You enter, you assume you are a bit early as only a scant few students are walking about, none of them familiar to you. You walk down the hallways, the slight must of wax of this somewhat old high school enters your nostrils. A few doors to classrooms pass by, a few people who seem to be teachers greet you, //''"Morning Olivia"''// and all you manage is a kind nod and curt response of <span class="pink-emphasis">"Hey!"</span> There isn't a soul here you recognize, however, your legs carry you automatically to a classroom that is seemingly yours. You bring out your purse, searching for a key, only then finding a large bundle of keys on a keychain.
Once more, you grab a seemingly random key from the bundle and insert it, with it miraculously being the correct one. It's like certain information is there in your mind but not a ton, you don't even know what town or city you are in! You flick on the lights of the room, The fluorescent lighting fills the room, as you make your way presumably to your new desk. You all your items down, taking a sip of your coffee, which although it is extremely sugary, it tastes very good to you.
<span class="btn">[[Luckily for you, there is a filled out planner on the desk before you.->New 4]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
The page is already turned to this week. You pull out your phone and checke the date, it is currently mid september on a Friday. You look at the log and see times for different classes, apparently you now teach juniors in high school. You study it for a brief moment, trying to remember what you have to teach for your first period class, which it seems to be //To Catch a Mockingbird//. All of the notes is written in extremely neat handwriting. Some part of you becomes curious, as you fish a pen out of the coffee mug on your desk and tear of a sticky note.
You begin to write out the sentence 'My name is' on the note, the words flowing and coming out in the most perfect handwiting you have seen. You reach your name and mentally you write 'Ethan Caldwell', however, Olivia Sanders overwrites your intent. You quickly remember why you are who you are now, your body had been stolen, and you had tried to get it back, only to be punished and sent here. A cold breeze brushes the nape of your neck as a knowledge of the fact that you will not ever see your old life again, or any other life for that matter. You are now permanently Olivia Sanders.
A heavy weight comes over you, as you come to terms with your circumstances. You take a seat in the old scratchy office chair and lean back. Your rumination is broken by a quick knock on the doorframe of your classroom, as you quickly straighten your posture and flatten your skirt, bringing your gaze to the door.
<span class="btn">[[A student stood there for a moment before entering.->New 5]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
You looked at the student quizically, it was a high school girl, presumably one of your students. //''"Hey Ms. Sanders, you said I could turn in my essay late this morning? I just wanted to apologize, it completely slipped my mind and I really appreciate you letting me do this!"''// the girl told you a bit sheepishly. As per usual, you had no idea who she was but you felt no reason to do anything rash here. Your demeanor shifted once more, moving to a state of natural warmness and confidence.
You gave the student a big smile, squinting your eyes for a moment before speaking, <span class="pink-emphasis">"Oh yeah...of course. I normally would mark this late, but I will let it slide this once. Don't make it a habit!"</span> You spoke to her, warmly but also firmly. You had decided to let her turn it in, however, the rest of the sentence came out naturally, and also not exactly in the way you had thought you would say it.
//''"Thank you, thank you, thank you Ms. Sanders! I promise I won't!"''// the girl gleefully responded, setting the essay on your desk and happily departing, clearly giddy from how the conversation went. You also felt a brief surge of joy seeing a student be happy like that.
The rest of the day went somewhat similarly, you blindly went through the motions, trying you best to adhere to what was in the planner. Overall, it didn't seem like anyone noticed anything different or weird about Ms. Sanders. However, what you did notice were the male faculty of the school, sneaking looks at your body. You shuddered at the thought.
<span class="btn">[[You finally packed up and left for the day.->New 6]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
You returned to your car and drove off, without any guidance. You eventually pulled into a parking garage and drove to a labeled spot. You made your way to an elevator and rode it to the third floor of this building, finally unlocking and entering this random apartment. It wasn't tiny but the room wasn't big either. A floral musk filled your nose, smelling fresh and clean. You set your purse and a stack of paper on a coffee table.
The entire apartment was a range of neutral, earth tones, beige walls, green and brown accents of furniture and decorations. You entered the single bedroom to find a similar style. The room felt lived in, a slightly open closet, a dresser with jewelry strewn about, a half-full laundry basket. You kicked off your flats and got to work getting out of this outfit. You positioned yourself in front of a mirror hung on the back of her bedroom door, and began to remove your skirt, unzipping it and letting it drop.
Your blouse quickly followed, unbuttoning it to reveal a strained bra, containing not massive, but above average breasts. The bra was simple, cotton, matched with the panties that clung to your bottom. You role the nude tights, exposing your smooth, toned legs in all their glory. Ms. Sanders was quite in shape, toned legs, flat stomach, she looked great. You finally undid the pony tail in your hair, allowing your chestnut mane to flow to your shoulders beatuifully. The face of this woman was pretty and cute, but the body was sexy and streamlined.
You gave your breast a quick squish through their bra and unclasped it, presenting your modest bust in its full glory. Your panties followed, as you pulled them over your athletic, round ass and onto the ground. Your new pussy was a bit hairy, but neat. You traced your feminine nails all over your body, your stomach, thighs, leaving you with goosebumps, and your pussy slick.
<span class="btn">[[Your focus was drawn to a book on the nightstand next to your bed.->New 7]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
You walked over and picked it up, the title stating //Whispers After Midnight//. A page about a quarter of the way through was dog-eared, as you open to that spot and sat on the bed, getting comfortable ontop of the duvet. You began reading the description of a raunchy erotic novel, that described in great detail an act of wanton sex. This increased your arousasl even more, often finding your mind roaming to fantasies of being in the role of the woman in the story.
Your eventually set the book down, opening the drawer in your bedstand, revealing a somewhat small pink dildo. You used one hand to grab the book again and the other brought the dildo to your pussy, as you rubbed its head against your pussy lips. This quickly evolved into the shallow insertion of the dildo into your pussy, as you continued to read the novel, pumping it in and out of your vagina. You left the didle lodged inside of you for a moment as you began groping your breasts moaning softly ,<span class="pink-emphasis">Mmmmf mmf</span>.
You eventually got to a point where you set the book down beside you, grasping both of your tits, as your entire body tensed, your entire body orgasming at ounce, <span class="pink-emphasis">Hnnnnnnnnnnng</span>. You were flush but happy. However, thoughts of eventually finding someone to live out your fantasies with crossed your mind. You smiled, thinking about it for a moment before your phone pinged, you had just received a text message.
<span class="btn">[[You give your breasts a departing pinch before going to check your phone in the living room.->New 8]]</span>
</div><div class="passage-section">
The phone read a text that said "Hey Olivia, it's Nathan Carter from Riverside (that history teacher a few doors down). I was just wondering if you'd be free tomorrow to grab some coffee? Let me know thanks!" You blushed hard, reading the text, you briefly wrote it off, you weren't interested in men. However, you did have interest, and your hands moved about themselves typing a repsonse and sending it, "Okay, just let me know when and where :)".
//A 7 months later//
You and Nathan had started a relationship pretty quickly after meeting at that coffee shop. He was extremely sweet and nice and cute too! You still weren't given much of anything in terms of memories of your new life, however, you adapted quickly, embodying Olivia Sanders fully.
There was obviously still a bit of sadness lingering in you about never getting your life back, however, being Olivia was pretty great. You quite enjoyed teaching, and suprisingly you enjoyed kids as well. Even though the curse was supposed to punish you, this felt like the opposite almost.
You and Nathan had since moved in together after the school year ended. Your personalities perfectly linked, all of his interests aligning with yours. and of course the sex was great, always roleplaying with one another, both of you developing an interest in cosplay sex. Overall, your life was pretty great, and you were happy with how it was turning out!
''//Ending: Olivia Sanders//''
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Your brain thinks on their words as an ice-cold plunging feeling pierces your nape. You immediately straighten your posture, to the most prim and proper standard. Memories of being valedictorian of your high school class appear in your head, you recall that you effectively have photographic memory. You were smart and professional, your history rewriting such that you now study law.
Your mind hones in on wht Lucas said, your athleticism, you strength. Your muscles tense once more, allowing you to feel the power of your newly changed body. Memories of adhering to a strict regimen of the gym got you this. Further, your mind began to wonder about how to playfully tease your two friends, Lucas's personality and words affecting your very personality.
Both of their facial expressions showcase distinct drunken features, droopinng eyelids, fuzzy smiles, etc. You then decide to speak out, confidently and playfully, <span class="purple-emphasis">"You know *hic* I bet I could handle the two *hic* of you at once, no problem."</span> You say in a confident but drunken slur. You could have been talking about lifting more than them or maybe about school? Honestly, it was so vague and ill-thought out, your words could mean anything.
However, your two friends perceived it in probably the most correct way, a sexual way. The looked at each other smiling, Lucas leaned over to Aaron's ear and whispered something to him. Aaron chuckled and nodded in agreement to whatever Lucas had said. The two broke from their little huddle, both of their eyes were heavily dilated and looking at you, almost making you shudder in fear of what was going on in their heads. Something was off about them, but it didn't really matter to you.
<span class="btn">[[Lucas began to speak.->Tag Team 2]]</span>
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<span class="dialogue">"How about we test that?"</span> Lucas said outright to you, as he stood up and tossed and walked over to the bar, tossing a hundred dollar bill explaining to the bartender that he was paying all of your bills. Lucas then walked passed and towards the exit, as Aaron got up and followed, beckoning you along.
Deep in your mind, you are clearly aware of where this might lead and wish to stop it, however, there is something so taboo, so sexy about where this night might lead that you follow.
<span class="btn">[[30 minutes later.->Tag Team 3]]</span>
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The three of you had walked for a while and arrived at a dingy hotel. It wasn't disgusting but it wasn't nice either. You currently found yourself in one of its rooms, with Lucas in front of you and Aaron behind you. Simultaneously, the two began to grope your body, Lucas latching both of his hands onto your breasts whilst Aaron cupped your firm ass cheeks. The two began to massage and squeeze your assets, causing you to becoming extremely horny.
After a short amount of time, Lucas tore open your blouse, exposing your bra-encased breasts. He quickly lifted it up and got to work, bringing his mouth to your nipple and lapping it, whilst groping your tits. Equally, Aaron reached around and unbuttoned your jeans, before tugging both your jeans and panties to the ground around your ankles, exposing your lower half. He pulled himself close to you, grinding his crotch against your bare ass, whilst reaching down to your pussy and gently rubbing your folds.
<span class="purple-emphasis">Mmmmmmm hmmmmm, mmmmmf</span>, you were now audibly moaning out as your two friends played with your body. One hand of yours holding a tuft of Lucas's hair tensely, the other stuck in your mouth, biting your fingers. You basked in their motions before eventually orgasming hard ,<span class="purple-emphasis">AHHHnnnn nnnng</span>, bucking your hips forward.
<span class="btn">[[You continued relishing briefly in afterglow before speaking.->Tag Team 4]]</span>
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<span class="purple-emphasis">"Okay, my turn." You said confidently, firmly. The two released themselves from your body, as you threw your clothes away, leaving you nude. You turned around and shoved Aaron back onto the bed, his legs and hips hanging over the edge of the bed. You quickly unbuckled his pants and tugged them down, exposing his hard cock. It wasn't very large, not tiny either, but not big. Your eyes focused in on it, tunnel visioning on your friends cock as you watched it vibrate and move on its own. You watched as your friend's cock began to extend and grow in size to a sizeable dick. You could feel your pussy dripping, independent of the orgasm you just had.
You turned yourself around, backing your ass cheeks towards your friends cock, hotdogging his cock between. Lucas moved forward, allowing you to undo his pants and release his cock simialrly. His was quite large, and made your mouth water. Suddnely, your ass quivered and vibrated , before inflating to an even larger size. You finally lifted your behind up and set your vagina down over Aaron's cock, causing him to grunt in satisfaction.
Your hips naturally grinded on Aaron's large cock, the experience feeling heavenly, as you firmly took hold of Lucas's cock and tugged his dick forward towards you, causing Lucas to take a step forward with it. You then wrapped your lips around his dick and began to pump back and forth, not deepthroating his cock, but sucking it firmly, all the while still grinding Aaron's dick. <span class="purple-emphasis">Ooooomf om ooom unf</span> your muffled voice moaned as you pleasured your two friends.
Their hands roamed your body, Aaron gripping your large behind and squeezing it, Lucas's hands combing through your hair. You continued for a few more minutes before both of your friend's cocks began to twitch simultaneously. You removed your mouth from Lucas and lifted off of Aaron, before crouching down on your knees, propping your large breasts up with your hands. The two breasts vibrated and jutted outwards, increasing slightly in size and slightly flooding over your hands. Your two friends began to unleash their loads in ropes across your breasts, as you jiggled them about giddily.
<span class="btn">[[Your friends' breaths became ragged and heavy as they stood their in awe.->Tag Team 5]]</span>
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You daintily took a finger and traced your fingers through the pools of cum on your tits, lifting your hands and separating the sticky substance between the tips of your fingers, as if you were inspecting it. You stood up, and looked at your friends, who were completely exhausted. Your breasts vibrated for a moment before retracting to a slightly smaller size. Your ass reciprocated, undulating before returning to how it was before.
<span class="purple-emphasis">"I told you boys,"</span> you said with a seductive grin, looking over your shoulder and giving your athletic ass a good squeeze. You were hot, built to please. Specifically, built to please your friends. The three of you became inseparable, you were effectively both of their girlfriend's at the same time. Occasionally, you would have nights similar to this, engaging in wanton threesomes, however, most nights were individual bouts depending on where you were at.
Your life had been compeltely driven by lust, intertwined with your two best friends. Suprisingly, the new 'Ethan' never really came back into your lives. And your friends didn't even notice. They clearly didn't care, enjoying their lives. The times where you weren't having sex, there was a legitimate sense of normalcy, as if you were still Ethan. However, you thought you much preferred this life to what you had before.
''//Ending: Best (Girl)friends//''
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''//"Come on baby, you look so sexy tonight and always do me right *cough*. I even got $200 this time, I saved them just for you baby."//'' The man said to you. You quickly turned the pockets of your coat inside out, not a nickel to be seen, nor a phone or anything. Everything that you had when you were Selene was gone.
A less sharp, but just as frigid, breeze caressed your nape. You felt compelled to oblige this man, and realistically, it wasn't a bad idea unfortunately. $200 could probably go a long way getting you to some sense of normalcy. <span class="pink-emphasis">"Mmm, sure baby but at least give me $250, then you got a deal." </span>You spoke at the man with a husky, cracked voice. As if you had smoked cigarettes for years. A quick sniff with your noise confirmed that thought, as a scent of tobacco was brought to your nose.
''//"Come on Cryssy *cough* isn't $200 enough?"//'' the man pleaded, awaiting your answer.
You tutted him with your voice, teasing him as you responded, <span class="pink-emphasis">"Tk tk tk, my rates have gone up baby, I am so sorry. The boss man won't let me take less."</span> Your husky voice playful and seductive. The man began psychotically discussing with himself, whispering to himself as if delegating what his decision would be. He looked you up and down, giving his scraggly beard a few scratches before sighing. He pulled a few crumpled bills out of his pocket, straightening them and showcasing two one-hundred dollar bills and a fifty.
<span class="btn">[[You insticitively smirked at the man's choice.->Perception 3]]</span>
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<span class="pink-emphasis">"Good choice baby, would hate to leave a customer unsatisfied."</span> You drawled, strutting over to wear the man was sitting. The man excitedly undid his pants, revealing a dirty cock. It almost made you want to gag, but your insticts overrid your thoughts as you crawled to him. You then spat a large, wet loogie onto your hand before grasping his cock.
You stroked, pumped, and fiddled with his penis like a professional, teasing him perfectly. You eyed the man, he was leaning back, in complete joy. You continued pleasuring the man, before he spoke once more ''//"Cryssy, can I please grab your *cough* tits? It would mean the world to me."//'' The man pleaded again, returning his gaze to your eyes.
You briefly faked a contemplating look, as if you were deciding what to do. However, you were compelled to allow the man as you spoke, <span class="pink-emphasis">"Okay baby, just this once, but I need you to know, this will probably be the last time as boss man doesn't want me giving it out free no more. Next time it will be an upcharge."</span> You said to him giving him a light smile, before he quickly moved towards your breasts.
His bony hands squeezing down firmly, moving and circling them roughly. You felt very, very little pleasure from this, as if the erogenous zones of your boobs had formed metaphorical 'calluses'. You continued pumping and pleasuring his dick before you felt it twitch in your hand. You quickly, released your grip and moved it out of the way of the 'splash zone', as the man ejaculated and released his grip from your tits.
You grabbed the money the man had set out and stuffed it into your cleavage, feeling the moist sweat securing the bills in your bosom. You quickly stood up, unbothered by the extreme wanton act you had just peformed in a public alley way. <span class="pink-emphasis">"Thanks for that baby, hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did."</span> you said to the man, the man just nodding silently in response. You gave him a curt, fake smile and turned away, dropping the smile immediately.
<span class="btn">[[A weeks later.....->Perception 4]]</span>
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It had been a few weeks since you had saw your original body for the last time. The curse has made itself apparent to you, your body constantly shapeshifting into forms of desire for any nearby person who likes women. Your forms vary from completely random, new identities, to forms that clearly exist within another person's life. Regardless, you have no sense of identity anymore, drifting to and from cities. You have resolved yourself to explore the world with this, as you feel it would make the most sense considering you aren't the same person every day.
To that regard, you aren't the same person even more frequently than that. You had timed the period between a few transformations and concluded there was a seemingly random time frame between transformations, ranging from anywhere between 10 hours to 3 hours. However, you have never tranformed more frequently than a 3 hours stint.
Your forms over the past few weeks have varied to insane degrees of variety, fat, skinny, short, tall, white, black, Asian. Since you were still in America, your forms had some consistency, however, you had transformed into a few Mexican individuals, with which even your language adapted to speak Spanish. You had tried to turn it into a little game, trying to guess what form you would take on before it happened.
All of this, however, just to tone down the fact that this was the life you were destined to live forever, always changing, never developing lasting relationships with others. It was incredibly lonely. Luckily, since that first transformation, you have never felt externally compelled to actually pleasure or interact with whomever you transformed for. Your will was completely intact. This didn't stop you from taking part in sexual endeavours. This was the main way you made money, after all.
<span class="btn">[[A bit later....->Perception 5]]</span>
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Fortunately, there were some benefits. If you transformed into real living people, there was a chance that some of them had identification, items on their person. As such, you could enter some places using this additional support. Knowing this, you have been at the airport for a few days, hoping to transform into a pilot, or flight attendant, or maybe even some rich person, such that you could get onto a flight and travel abroad.
Finally, after a number of forms, you had struck gold with a stewardess, fully kitted with a suitcase, ID, and anything you may need to effectively sneak onto a flight. You checked your passport, you were one Claire Donnelly, a 28 year old stewardess with a good amount of experience in the profession. A ticket was attached to your suitcase, reading a flight number and a location, Bangkok, Thailand. It was exciting, sure, but the flight was a bit longer than what you'd hoped, a transformation could derail your whole operation.
You gathered yourself and decided you waited long enough, making your way to your flight. Although you were a real existing person, you didn't get memories to help you play your role, you were given mannerisms and such but no memories. However, the past few weeks gave you a crash course into acting as different people, so you felt you could pull this off no problem.
You rolled your suitcase to the gate as you approached a standing stewardess, she gave you a quick smile before asking, ''//"Oh hey Claire! I thought you were sick today?"//'' The woman asked. You handed her your passport and fiddled with something on your suitcase before standing and looking at her.
You then repsonded, <span class="pink-emphasis">"Oh yeah, I wasn't initially but I was feeling better and was able to still make it today!"</span> You gave an upbeat light response, flashing a bright smile to the woman. You had assumed Claire was an uppity type of person, and it seemed the woman agreed, as she handed you your passport back and you entered the plane.
<span class="btn">[[On the plane...->Perception 6]]</span>
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You placed your luggage in the stewardess's quarters, and moved about, trying to look busy. The next hour or so, a few other stewardesses arrived, some of which guiding you, asking you if you were okay, and you responded that you felt a little bit off but nothing to worry about. Eventually everyone buckled and became seated, as you rested. You decided to tell one of the familiar stewardesses that you actually didn't feel amazing, and you moved to the break room, taking a nap in one of the seats.
You awoke to a bit of turbulence, checking your phone and seeing that somehow 13 hours had passed. As you rubbed your eyes, a taller, middle aged man walked toward the bathroom. He stopped and eyed you briefly, a bit longer than someone who just looked at your direction. You immediately felt a shift in temperature on your nape, the telltale sign of a transformation about to occur. You remained seated, as that pleasurable feeling washed over your body, before causing you to give your neck a crack.
You look down, the man who had just eyed you was a kinky motherfucker. You were wearing a tight, provocative schoolgirl outfit. You were clearly too old for it though, as if you were wearing an old uniform. A new phone sat in your lap, with a holding device stuck to the back. You opened it up and turned the camera on, revealing a cute blonde girl. You sighed, this would be difficult to hide.
<span class="btn">[[Only one way to hide....->Perception 7]]</span>
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You sauntered over to the bathroom that the man had entered. You could see that the door was unlocked, showing a green 'vacant' on the handle. You looked around briefly to ensure no one could see as you opened the door and entered. The bathroom was tight and compact, the man turned around from peing and looked at you with surprise. There was also a hint of lust. You decided that you could probably hide out in here until the flight was over, but it would be easiest if no one else entered.
You reached behind you and locked the door, presenting the man with a set of innocent puppy eyes. <span class="pink-emphasis">"Someone told me you could use some help in here mister."</span> You spoke at him with a soft, cutsy voice, pouting and batting your eyes and swaying side to side. The man basically immediately caved, you were his exact fantasy afterall. He gulped and nodded up and down in affirmation. Your cute expression quickly changed to a devilish grin as you bit your bottom lip.
<span class="pink-emphasis">"Please sit down and pull your pants down mister, so I can help you."</span> you said cutely as the man obliged, sitting on the toilet and removing his trousers. His cock wobbling in the free air. You smirked and quickly maneuvered yourself on top of it, pushing the panties underneath your skirt aside and slotting his dick into you.
It felt great, smooth as you slowly rode his dick. You undid your tie and threw it aside, as you slowly unbuttoned your blouse, still softly bouncing on the man's dick. You exposed your bra-clad tits to the man, and quickly pulled the bra up and over your breasts, allowing it to rest on your collarbone. <span class="pink-emphasis">"Please, ahn, play with my, hnnn, tits mister!"</span> you said daintily, panting and moaning meanwhile.
The man obliged, grabbing and groping your tits. It felt wonderful. The two of you continued for a long time, becoming a part of the mile-high club multiple times over. The man was in heaven, clearly enjoying the situation he found himself in. And you had to agree, this man was truly blessed with a unique opportunity, that luckily you also were able to derive enjoyment from.
<span class="btn">[[Finishing finally.....->Perception 8]]</span>
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You had orgasmed multiple times, as the plane began to lower in the atmosphere. You began to get redressed, giving the man quick peck on the cheek. <span class="pink-emphasis">"Thank you so much mister!"</span> you said giddily, as you finished getting dressed and exited the bathroom. You crossed the hall and entered the other bathroom, locking it and relaxing, waiting for your moment to leave the plane.
The plane roughly landed, fortunately no one had checked the bathroom. You heard a stewarddess announce for everyone that they could exit their seats, and you exited the bathroom, sliding into the crowd. As you walked through the jet-bridge you saw a mother trying to get control over her young kids. The father joined in before looking at you intently. That cold breeze burshing your nape, as a once again you transformed, cracking your neck. One of the rambunctious kids began to point, saying something along the lines of, ''//Mommy that lady looks like you//''. The woman quickly reprimanded her son, telling him not to point and what not.
You looked down at a deep mound of cleavage, as you really were the exact duplicate of that mother. You put your head down and quickly broke away from the crowd, trying to generate distance between yourself and your new doppleganger. You entered a bathroom, and walked up to the mirror. The woman was stunning, probably mid thirties. Your gave her hefty breasts a nice fondle, enjoying the feeling. A woman then exited a stall behind you and gave you a perplexed look.
<span class="pink-emphasis">"Just had to adjust the girls, that's all haha!"</span> You said a bit nervously. The woman shrugged and nodded before washing her hands and leaving.
<span class="btn">[[You ventued out, moving to explore Thailand in all of its glory.->Perception 9]]</span>
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//Two years later//
<span class="pink-emphasis">"Yut tee na! Chan jao ja loei, kor nit noi!" (“Wait! I’m finishing up, just give me a moment!”)</span>, you yelled out. It had been two years since you arrived. Since then, you had managed to learn a few things about the curse. Firstly, after a prolonged period of time you managed to control it, each month allowing you to hold a form for a prolonged period of time. Further, you were able to conform to a specific form and return to it after transformations. This form was one Pimchanok "Pim" Rattanachai, a young, petite Thaiwanese woman.
As Pim, you were stunning, and you quickly gained popularity among men. You found a particularly lucrative practice, starting your own harem, except you were the harem, becoming any mans true desire. Wealthy individuals within Bangkok, as well as across the globe, traveled to experience you, paying exorbitant amounts as well. It seems that forcing yourself to transform into desirable forms of others allowed for flexibility in the rest of your life, thus allowing you to maintain a consistent identity of Pim.
You knew, however, that if you stopped this at any point, you would lose your benefits and return to how you lived before. However, you didn't care, you enjoyed this life thoroughly, you lived in extreme luxury, and were basically a secret global phenomenon. Along with the other benefits, you were able to personalize your transformation to clients, making it quick or drawn out as preferred. Y
You have taken on the appearance of an innumerable amount of celebrities, politicians, porn stars, athletes, etc. Your next client was a new client, one John Graves. Your manager told you he wished to witness the full drawn out transformation. You took a sip of your ridiculously expensive champagne and walked towards the room where John Graves was placed.
<span class="btn">[[You entered the room to complete shock.->Perception 10]]</span>
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You closed the door behind you and turned to your client, only to be met with one Ethan Caldwell. Or Selene, or Marcus, whoever it was, it was your old body. You gasped briefly upon seeing this, but quickly set it aside, speaking, <span class="pink-emphasis">"So you know what I am doing, and me too, yes? Please pay attention to me." You spoke to him from across the room, your English fluent but still a bit broken and accented, as if it were the second language you learned.
The man before you looked at you, without a drop of lust in his gaze. He spoke, <span class="ethan-emphasis">"Listen. I have thought about that day 2 years ago, and I have regretted it immensely ever since. I have felt so awful, and as such I worked hard, amaassed a lot of wealth thanks to your finance role, and went looking for a solution. Ethan, I found it, I can change you back. I can provide you your life back!"</span> 'Ethan' looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to jump with joy and happiness.
However, your old body was only met with a face of sheer distrust and almost anger. Your dark brown eyes piercing a hole through him. <span class="pink-emphasis">"So you come again, make my life bad again, yes? Why I believe you?"</span> You said to him, your English becoming even more broken as you became a bit distressed, tears welling up in your eyes. You sniffled briefly before crossing your arms, taking on an opposing stance.
The body thief looked at you with what seemed like sincerity, before he spoke, <span class="ethan-emphasis">"Ethan, I am serious. I found out how. I know the words of the curse that caused this whole mess. I can teach them to you, and once me and you say them in unison, the curse will be broken. You will go back to being Ethan, and I, well, I will no longer exist. I already regret doing what I did, I can never give back what I have taken from you,
You stared, furious and sad. Your life had ended up turning out a bit okay! But the suddenly, here Selene was again, ready to ruin your life again. Half of you longed to be free of this curse, to return to 'normal'. The other half thinking that he was lying to you again, trying to trick you and ruin your life again. You weighed the options before making a choice.
<span class="btn">[["I want my body back."->Perception 10.1]]</span>
<span class="btn">[["No."->Perception 10.2]]</span>
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<span class="pink-emphasis">"I want my body back."</span> You said calmly. 'Ethan' nodded, a sense of relief falling over his face. He spent the next few minutes telling you each word. <<if $hasWord_1 is true>>Hearing the words didn't feel the same as that powerful feeling when you saw one of them in Selene's purse all that time ago. You shrugged it off, however, and learned the rest. <<else>><</if>>You repeated the words back to him, trying your best to match his pronunciation. You nodded, indicating that you felt like you had the words memorized finally.
The two of you took a few deep breaths before saying in unison, <span class="pink-emphasis">"Foedere te ligo, corpus meum corpus</span><span class="ethan-emphasis"> tuum est. , Foedere te ligo, corpus meum corpus tuum est, Foedere te ligo, corpus meum corpus tuum est.</span>" The two of you finished, as you both waied expectantly for something to happen. The seconds felt like hours, you anxiety and excitement to get your life back were high.
<span class="btn">[[However, something felt off...->Perception 10.12]]</span>
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A rage bubbled inside of you as you yelled , <span class="pink-emphasis">"You steal my life before! I no forget! You come again, try trick me, ruin me again! Everything I have, you take, you make everything wrong for me! Why I ever believe you? I see you, I know what you do, but I not fall again! Never!"</span> Tears were streaming from your eyes, smearing your makeup briefly. You quickly tugged your dress down, revealing your pert tits, causing Ethan to go wide in shock. His mind, just for a moment, moved to a hidden desire, and it was enough for the curse to take hold and transform you.
You decided to follow your obligations as paid for by your 'client', allowing the transformation to draw out. Your dress and clothing items vanished into the air, leaving you naked. A wave of pale, elegant skin tone washed over your body. Your hair flittered and shortening and straightening. Your legs began to squelch and undulate as the cracked and changed shape into a set of lithe, womanly legs. You were a bit taller than before. The changes rippled up your hips, abdomen, torso, and arms, leaving you a skinny frame. Your breasts wobbled on their own briefly, before undulating and sloshing about growing in size substantially, leaving you with two pendulous, full teardrop breasts. Your lower half followed suit, your ass vibrating and expanding, leaking flesh into your thighs and hips. Your body was voluptuous, as you grasped your two breasts.
Your face began to crack and contort, shapeshifting into a new form. You opened your eyes and eyed 'Ethan' before you, his mouth was agape. You felt a light pressure cince your neck, as a lace black choker materialized. <span class="purple-emphasis">"It's only fitting huh Ethan."</span> You spoke, eyeing your former body. You had ended up in the body of an idealized version of Selene. Voluptuous and overtly curvy.
<span class="btn">[[You quickly walked across the room to your 'client'.->Perception 10.21]]</span>
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You unapologetically, pulled down 'Ethan's' pants exposing your old cock. <span class="purple-emphasis">"This is what you want, huh //Ethan//? So be it, you paid a lot of money for this you might as well get what you paid for."</span> You drawled at him, before plopping your massive mammaries on his thighs. You quickly grabbed them and compacting them, squeezing around his shaft. You proceeded to move up and down, your tits flopping about his cock.
The man's resolve was strong, his orgasm not budging. You accepted the challenge, releasing your tits and climbing on top of him, inserting his dick into you. You supported yourself on his chest with your arms, as you began to hump and pound his dick, your voluptuous jiggly ass and thighs slapping against his. You were powerful and focused, driving yourself to fucking this man.
He tried to resist, almost trying to push you off, however, you continued pounding on him. Eventually, his dick could not resist, quivering before exploding inside of you. His eyes rolled back into his eyes in ecstasy. He remained there for a moment as you allowed his cock to spasm inside of you. You derived almost no pleasure from this session, solely focused on fucking this man, this body thief.
Once he came too, however, he seemed changed, as he spoke, <span class="ethan-emphasis">"Wow Pim, that was better than I could have ever imagined. I think you have just earned a return client."</span> You eyed him with perplexity, it's as if his mind had been wiped of the past. You removed yourself and stood for a moment, before you entire body quivered and sloshed about, transforming back into Pim. The original dress re-materializing onto your body.
<span class="btn">[[You quickly walked across the room to your 'client'.->Perception 10.22]]</span>
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You eyed him with morbid curiosity, waiting for him to stop his joke, however, 'Ethan' didn't. Instead, he reached over the bed and grabbed a suitcase and cracked it open, displaying a necklace with a giant emerald. You had seen a lot of wealth in your few years here, and you knew this necklace was worth an insane number. Probably millions. Of course not a lot for <div class="passage-section">
You eyed him with morbid curiosity, waiting for him to stop his joke, however, 'Ethan' didn't. Instead, he reached over the bed and grabbed a suitcase and cracked it open, displaying a necklace with a giant emerald. You had seen a lot of wealth in your few years here, and you knew this necklace was worth an insane number. Probably millions. Of course you were a millionaire already, but that was still a ridiculous thing to pull out.
"<span class="ethan-emphasis">"For you."</span> he said nonchalantly, leaving it on the bed as he exited the room. You stood there in awe of what just transpired. You then felt a bit of relief, and happiness, you had stood up to Selene and actually kept your life for once. You smiled and lifed the necklace inspecting it with a giddyness.
The rest of your life, you continued as Pim, serving as the most premium and exotic escort known on the planet, garnering a substantial wealth and living in pleasure.
''//Ending: Pim the Powerful//''
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Suddenly, after waiting a few moments, an ice cold draft submerged the room in frigid air. Goosebumps popped up all over both you and 'Ethan's' body. You were shivering, 'Ethan's' eyes were wide in terror. Something had gone wrong. A pounding headache reacahed your head as you brought your hands to your temples. However, something else completely distracted you from that discomfort, as 'Ethan' began to levitate into the air.
It was horrifying, all of his clothes tore off his body on their own, turning to dust as they moved across the room. All of his limbs began to twist and contort on their own, indepent of one another. Loud cracks and wet sounds erupted in the room, with 'Ethan' clearly in pain groaning ,<span class="ethan-emphasis">Hrrrrrng</span>. All of his bones were cracking, snapping ,reshaping to a smaller form. Fat sloshed throughout his body, as he became stout, slightly chubby. His face reformed into a new identity, one you were currently familiar with, your manager's face. Although it was uglier, as if not maintained well.
'Ethan' in his new form was dropped from the air onto the bed, where a set of clothes materialized on his new form. The new woman rubbed her head, adjusting to what just happened, before another person barged into the room.
''//"Pim! Khun sabai dee mai? Meilin, khun tham arai yoo nai ni? Ma, jao mai samat tham arai bpaeng jao yang ni! Jaow jao long mai dai, jao mai dai long hai Pim ruu suk jai na! Laew jao khun tam arai nai hong ni, ya long lueak dai!"
(“Pim! Are you okay? Meilin, what are you doing in here? Come on, you can’t just be doing things like this! You can’t just barge in — you have to let Pim know! And what are you thinking coming into this room, don’t do anything reckless!”)''// Your manager exclaimed in suprise, quickly grabbing the new woman by the arm and pulling her out of the room by the arm, giving you a sorry nod. You could hear her yelling at 'Ethan' outside the room, as you simply stood there in awe of what had just happened.
<span class="btn">[[Another guest entered the room...->Perception 10.13]]</span>
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Another person entered the room, and it shocked you. The woman was you, or rather Pim. She looked at you and rasied her eyebrow, when suddenly a chilling air compressed around you. You felt yourself rise into the air, levititating up and up. Your clothes tore and vanished off your skin, leaving you pale. Your legs and arms began to crack and contort in unnatural ways, your fingers and hands bending scarily. The transformation proceeded extremely quickly, loud pops resounding throughout your body as it reshaped slightly.
You became skinnier, more petite. Your hair ruffling into a short bob with bangs, your face rumbling and changing, before abruptly stopping. A sheer black cropped polo materialized on your body, with a pleated white skirt on your bottom, as you were gently let down from the air. <span class="pink-emphasis">""Hey Larin! Jer gan nai nii! Pen yang ngai bang na, sabai dee chai mai?" (Hey Larin! Meeting here of all places! How are you, you are good right?)</span>. You shuddered as memories of a new life emerged in your brain. You were Larin 'Lara' Suwan, a KPOP idol who was born in Bangkok.
The woman awaited your response, but you stood there still a bit shellshocked. <span class="pink-emphasis">"Bah, khun khuan ja ao yang derm chai mai?" (Bah, you probably want the usual, right?)</span>. The doppleganger said breaking your awe. You looked at her quizzically as something began to stir within her. Pim's clothes vanished, as her body's flesh and muscles began to undulate and quiver.
<span class="btn">[[Pim transformed...->Perception 10.14]]</span>
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The woman's body began to quickly shapeshift and slosh about, growing in stature, changing in skin tone, and shape. She became manly, muscular and toned. Her pussy quivered briefly, before a large cock erupted from it, completely hard. The person before you was an extremely handsome Korean man, with absolutely perfect skin. He was probably an idol like you. The man quickly got to work, walking over to you and removing your clothes with precision.
He lifted you up into the air and back down on the bed behind you, before quickly inserting his dick and thrusting into you, as he started pounding your pussy. <span class="teal-emphasis">ahn ahn ahn</span> you moaned as the man penetrated you for a while before cumming. Your entire memory of your old life as Pim and especially as Ethan, was erased, leaving you both mind and body as Lara. The man removed his cock from you after you finally orgasmed, falling flat on the bed.
He stood there for a moment before quickly shapeshifting back into the recognizable form of Pim. <span class="teal-emphasis">"Khop khun maak na Pim! Khun pen khon thi dee tee sut samer hai chan!"(Thanks so much Pim! You are always the best for me!)</span> you said in an upbeat manner, standing up and giving her a kiss on the cheek before getting dressed. You quickly gathered yourself and departed, as you did have a rehearsal to get to early tomorrow morning anyways...
''//Ending: The Idol Life//''
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You blink rapidly, adjusting to the new light levels around you. You are in a slightly dark room, lit only by a dim ceiling light. The smell of the room is strong, beer, liquor, and the like grazing your smell. In your hand you are holding a whiskey bottle, looks a bit expensive. The liquid inside causing the bottle itself to sweat a little. You can hear people talking somehwere in a room behind you, muffled chatting and laughter. You set the bottle down on a nearby box as you wrack yourself.
You give your body a quick pat, patting your chest, face, and your crotch. You are back in your old body. A gentle cold breeze brushes your neck, as your entire body shivers. You feel compelled to remove clothes off your body, as you notices you are only wearing a t-shirt and underwear. You comply and place them next to the whiskey. Now naked, you await what is coming.
<span class="btn">[[The fingers on your right hand begin to twitch and spasm.->Blast to the Past 2]]</span>
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You watch as your fingers snap and contort, morphing into dainty digits, taking on a very feminine look. Your fingernails are recently done, glossy and cute. The hand looks completely out of place and off-colored from the skin tone on the rest of your body. The muscle fibers in your arm quiver and tense as your whole right arm seemingly thins out, taking on a similar tone to your new hand, fair and naturally rosy.
Your new right arm is disproportionate to the rest of your body, lithe and lean. The transformation continues, as your shoulder pops and shrinks, the entire upper right quadrant of your torso morphing into something new. Your rib cage in that area slightly shrinking, leaving you with an extremely oddly shaped torso. Your nipple hardens to a tic-tac size, as flesh and mass begin to undulate underneath, as it pulses and expands into a perfectly perky and perfectly teardropped D-cup breasts, laying gently on your body.
The changes permeated across the rest of your upper body, replicating the changes made on the upper right to your left side as well. These changes continued, washing down to your abdomen, as the masculine fat rippled and changed, becomin taut and feminine, leaving you with an entirely femine upper body. Your waist crunched inwards, giving you a new feminine curve. Your right hip cracked and snapped outwards changing your body outline from feminine to distinctly sexy, not too wide but perfect, athletic.
<span class="btn">[[The fingers on your right hand begin to twitch and spasm.->Blast to the Past 3]]</span>
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The changes continued, as your right ass cheek throbbed. You brought one of your hands and clamped on to it, as flesh began to expand and engulf your small hand. Your right cheek now in the form of a perfectly curved, round behind. The changes continued, as mass seemingly dripped into your thighs and calves, your legs becoming more womanly, round, and soft. During this, any semblance of body hair across your body began to vanish and fall off, everywhere except your dick. The bones in your leg snapped abruptly, causing you fall slightly off balance as your legs were now different heights.
Your dick, rock hard at this point, began to shake uncontrollably, before abruptly and quickly sucking into you, causing you to gasp. It reformed, making wet noises as it did so, into a perfect slit. The pubes surrounding it pulled back into a neat stubble. Your right foot then began to crack and contort similar to your hands as they changed into a much smaller, much daintier silhouette. You lifted it up slightly, bending and testing your new feminine foot. Those same changes made their way through your other leg as well.
<span class="btn">[[The fingers on your right hand begin to twitch and spasm.->Blast to the Past 4]]</span>
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You began to feel your neck and face itch. You looked around and found a very reflective freezer. You walked towards it and peered into it. Your hair quickly began to pour out of your scalp, a golden blonde color overtaking your natural brown. Slightly wavy, it cascading over your shoulders. Your entire face and head began to feel like it was being compacted, as your head shaped crunched into a different format. The bones underneath your skin sliding around unnaturally, leaving you with high cheekbones, and a completely new facial structure.
The muscles and tissue around your eyes and forhead rippled, as they changed. They became bigger, almound shaped, thick lashes extending around the edges. Your eyebrows, once a bit bushy and unkept, straightened themselves out, the hair growing and receding in specific places, leaving your with defined, well-groomed, dark blonde eyebrows. Your nose crinkled and sloshed, taking on a delicate shape. You pursed your lips briefly, as they morphed into a pair of naturally, but not overtly, full lips, shining a pretty pink with a glossy finish.
Other makeup features applied to your face, leaving you with a beautifully natural and simple look, eyeliner wings on the corners of your eyes elevating it ever-so-slightly. You could feel your teeth and tongue shift into something new, as they straighted into perfection. You took a gulp, and in doing so your adams apple sucked in, completing your transformation.
<span class="btn">[[The fingers on your right hand begin to twitch and spasm.->Blast to the Past 5]]</span>
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You cupped your new face, inspecting its features briefly before bringing your gaze below. The reflective fridge showcasing a gorgeous blonde woman before you. A smartphone vibrated suddenly on the box where your clothes were. You picked it up and looked, a note