Here today, gone tomorrow

Here today, gone tomorrow 


The tattoo appeared without warning on your boyfriends upper thigh... here today, gone tomorrow. It itched and he groaned as his skin began to soften and his body shrunk to become smaller - the transformation beginning instantly.

You both knew what the words meant. For 24 hours he would be transformed into a hot slut and then the tattoo would move on - it would jump to a new host.

It was the mark of the travelling tattoo... the slut maker... the ink whore. No one knew where it came from... only that it existed and that it would keep on coming - relentlessly transforming men and women each day.

He couldn't fight it. It felt too good. His hair turned blonde, he got younger... and within an hour only a giggling blonde whore was left. She was vain... bratty... horny and much prettier than you could ever hope to be. The tattoo had done its work well.

"Ooooh this is the best Easter present ever," she giggled as she tried on one of your old outfits... a sexy bunny costume. It didn't fit you anymore, but her tight body slipped into it like a glove and as she deftly applied your makeup you begged her to stop. She looked so hot and sexy... you knew exactly what would happen if she left the house.

But the new slut wanted to party.

"Shut up bitch. It's only for today... you can have your boring boyfriend back tomorrow. I'll be leaving him with some slutty memories though. Tonight I'm going out and I'm going to be a dirty little fuck bunny. Tomorrow he'll wake up covered in dried cum and wearing this- knowing exactly how it feels to suck cock and get fucked up the ass.  Hehe... memories that will last a life time."

She left you then...  ready to find her fun.

Just here today... gone tomorrow...

THE END

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