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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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<div class="passage-section">
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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<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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<div class="passage-section">
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 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>
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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>
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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.
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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>
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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>
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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>
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<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>
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<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>
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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>
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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//''
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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>
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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>
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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>
</div><div class="passage-section">
<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.
<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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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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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 tatoos 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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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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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."->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 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".->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 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.
<span class="btn">[[You look over your shoulder and look at Adrain.->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.
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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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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