Fit Bitch: Stage 1

PART 1: Watch Out!

"SURPRISE!"

Tyler leapt in shock as he entered his apartment and the lights flicked on to reveal all his friends and family waiting for him. Colourful birthday bunting hung from the walls and a cake with twenty candles sat on the coffee table.  Grinning happy faces stared back at Tyler's shocked and puzzled expression. Then his girlfriend Holly squeezed his hand and he shook his head wryly at the situation as he realised they were throwing him a surprise birthday party.

"You knew about this?"

"Of course," she laughed, "I planned it for you.  Everyone was desperate to be involved."

"Happy birthday doofus," grinned Mark, Tyler's best mate as he ruffled his friends hair.  Mark's girlfriend Ashley gave him a peck on the cheek and a hug too.  "Happy birthday Tyler."

Moving amongst his friends and family, Tyler felt a wave of love and affection for them all.  He shared a joke with his Dad and gave his Mom a massive hug.  His little sister Mandy stuck her tongue out at him and they laughed.  It was brilliant to see everyone gathered together.  Everyone he loved was here.

Tapping a glass Holly grinned as Tyler's friends and family gathered round to listen.

"Thank you for coming everyone.  We're here today to wish an amazing twentieth birthday to Tyler.  His birthday was always going to be a special day - but it's even more special when we consider everything he's achieved in the last year.  Tyler's kindness and selflessness are a shining example to everyone.  I think that's why we all wanted to meet here today and celebrate... so happy birthday Tyler."

The crowd cheered and Holly reached up to kiss him on the cheek.  "I'm so fucking proud of you," she smiled squeezing his hand.

Tyler flushed, getting embarrassed.  His life in the last year had been crazy.  He'd always been interested in trying to help people, so when he developed a mental health app that went viral whilst still in college, he had been pleased at the response.  Pax was a behavioural app that worked to help support people who wanted to make a positive change to their mental health.  It had proven wildly successful and the fact that Tyler had refused to monetise the app had just made it even more successful as people accessed it for free.

With millions of downloads and users now regularly engaged with the app, he'd found himself a little overwhelmed - but even with all of the offers coming in from big tech companies to buy the app from him he'd refused.  Tyler knew that as soon as some money grabbing company took the app, they'd turn it from a helpful mental health app into some way of making money.  One company in particular - Hyde.Inc had been very assertive with their offers.  They were in a similar field - using behavioural technologies to improve fitness outcomes - and they wanted access to his technology to merge it with their own. He didn't like the company - they seemed, unethical.  He'd refused all their offers so far.

Tyler knew he could make a lot of money if he monetised his app and developed it further.  He'd had to take a couple of years out of university to work on it and although he still had a confirmed place, he wasn't sure if he should just drop out and start work in the tech industry.  A lot of companies were willing to invest and support his future, in the hopes he would come work for them. Until then his parents and a few charities were helping to support him whilst he got the app to a stage where he felt he could leave it to focus on his own studies. At the tender age of 20 he had the world in the palm of his hand but was also not yet fully set on his path in life.

And yet he was so self-effacing about it all.  Tyler was a deeply humble and kind person. He wasn't motivated by greed or pride or ego.  He did what he did out of love.  That was why people liked him so much.  With his talents and skills he could have been rich, but he preferred to stay out of the limelight and do his thing.

Holly beamed at him. They'd been sweethearts since they were younger, having attended school together.  She was training to be a nurse and as she worked with people with mental health concerns, she saw first hand the positive impact Pax was having on people.  She couldn't have been prouder of her lovely boyfriend.

"It's nothing really," demurred Tyler as he squeezed her hand back.  "I just knocked up an app that brought together a load of stuff people already knew. It's not like I solved world hunger or something."

She shook her head and laughed, "Tyler - you're so humble it's sometimes annoying. Just for once, enjoy your birthday and the fact that you're helping so many lives.  Go open some presents."

Tyler grinned and walking over to the large table where people had left gifts - did as she had suggested. There were presents from his Mom and Dad, Holly obviously and all his friends - including a stupid one from Mark (as usual).  But as he walked down the table, he saw there was a very expensively wrapped present sitting slightly apart from the rest.

It was wrapped in rose gold paper and neatly tied with a satin bow.  A crisp handwritten label said, "A birthday gift from Hyde.Inc."

Tyler rolled his eyes.  These people really weren't giving up. He supposed it made sense that they would want to bribe, or influence him, by sending gifts.  He unwrapped the box and whistled as he saw it was an incredibly expensive product from the top of their line.  A 'Fit Bitch' smart device.  They were obviously really desperate to get him to sell them Pax. Putting the box to one side, he opened his remaining presents and for the time being, thought no more of it.

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"Damn it," cursed Tyler.  "Have you seen my watch?"

It was the next day and Holly was getting ready in the other room to go to work.  It was a common daily ritual that they would both rise in the morning and get ready together. The two of them had moved into a shared apartment a few months ago and it was small and compact, but the rent was at least cheap.  They had discovered that working around each other in the morning almost required them to dance around each other.  Having so many guests at the party yesterday had taxed the living room to its limit. 

Holly had just finished a gym class and was slipping into her nurses uniform, whilst Tyler had just showered and was now hoping to spend a few hours writing an update for Pax.  

Cursing, Tyler rubbed his naked wrist.  He knew it didn't really matter, but he was quite particular about certain things and he liked wearing a watch.  He usually just wore a cheap Casio - but there was now no sign of it and he couldn't find it anywear.

Then he saw the Fit Bitch box on the table.  

Ripping open the packaging, Tyler hesitated.  The watch was fully charged, but it did look quite... feminine. It was rose gold, like the packaging and had a bright pink strap.  He shrugged - he didn't suppose anyone was going to see him wearing it anyway, it was just to have on his wrist whilst he worked.  Besides - he was curious to see how it worked.  He'd heard a lot about these kinds of watch.

Slipping the Fit Bitch onto his wrist, he tightened the strap and turned it on.  The screen booted up and he continued getting ready whilst it connected to his home wifi and performed various other initial set up tasks.  

"Bye babe," shouted Holly from the hallway and he gave her a kiss on the cheek as she went out to work. 

Set up complete.  Calibration complete.  Fit Bitch activated.

Admiring the clarity of the display, Tyler saw that the watch was now monitoring his vital signs. He could flick through various menus and there were options and controls for all sorts of apps and add ons. He'd look at them later.  Right now he needed to finish getting dressed.

He'd laid his pants and clothes out on the bed, and slipping off his towel reached down to pick up his underwear.

Inappropriate clothing.

Pain lanced through Tyler's body.  The hand holding the boxer shorts unclenched as he gasped in agony. His hand felt like it was burning, like his underwear was scalding hot coals to him.  A nausea and revulsion like nothing he had ever known pulsed through him and he was almost sick as he fell to the floor retching.

"What the hell?" he gasped, panting in horror as the pain faded.

He looked down at the Fit Bitch.  There was a message on the screen. "Inappropriate clothing?"

Had the watch made him feel like that?  What the hell?

In a fury he reached down to rip off the watch.

Unauthorised removal.

Tyler screamed.  The pain was a million times worse than before. It was the worst, most horrific feeling he had ever known.  It was suddenly as if the thought of removing, or taking off the Fit Bitch was the worst thing that could ever happen.  Pain burned through his body, his temples pounded. Feelings of nausea and revulsion crawled through his body and he nearly bit off his own tongue as his heart hammered and he convulsed on the floor.

"I won't take it off, please stop!" he screamed.

Compliance rewarded.

The pain was gone.  In an instant it was gone and instead a wave of euphoria and bliss was spreading through Tyler's body.   He suddenly felt relaxed and happy.  He felt euphoric.

The feeling lasted only a moment, then he was back to normal.  Picking himself up, he looked down at the watch on his wrist in horror.  He reached towards his phone.  He needed help, he needed to tell Holly or his Mom or even Mark that he needed help.  Maybe they could remove the watch for him.

Disclosure denied.

This time the pain built gradually, but began to intensify.  As his hand got nearer his phone, as his intent to call for help increased - so did the pain.  He stopped and the pain stopped immediately receding rapidly.  It was like the watch had been showing him what it could do.  He knew that if it wanted to, it could make him feel agony like he had never known.  This time though it had warned him, given him time to alter his behaviour.

"This is insane and unethical," he hissed.  "This is illegal.  This damn thing has enslaved me... or at least it's trying to condition my behaviour somehow.  I have to find a way out of this... and I will!"

Pacing his room, Tyler decided the secret lay in using his computer talents.  He'd find a way to hack the watch and get it to release him.  For now, he'd play along - but as soon as this thing was off his wrist, he was going straight to the police.  Hyde.Inc were finished!

Aware he was still naked, he walked over to his clothes.  Even looking at his boxer shorts gave him a feeling of nausea.  "Fine, I'll have to go commando," he hissed reaching out to take his jeans.

Inappropriate Clothing.

Tyler snatched his hand back.  "What the hell? All my clothing is inappropriate? What the hell am I supposed to wear?"

He began rooting through his wardrobe, but every single item of clothing was flagged inappropriate... until.

"Aha," grinned Tyler as he pulled out a pair of grey sweat pants.

Clothing acceptable.

It was then he realised why.  "Shit, these aren't mine. They must have got mixed in by mistake. They're Holly's - she was looking for these.  Oh my God - it wants me to wear female clothing."

Tyler looked with hatred at the watch.  He could just not wear any clothes he supposed. He picked up the sweat pants to throw them into Holly's room.  The Fit Bitch had other ideas.

Pleasure.  Pleasure throbbed up Tyler's arm as he touched the sweat pants.  They were soft and light grey, high waisted and cut to the female form.  Holding them felt good.  Really good.

Tyler gasped as his dick sprang to attention.  Delicious feelings of pleasure pulsed through his body and without even realising it he began to rub and stroked the pants lovingly.  "Ooooh shit, that feels good. I have to try these on," he gasped struggling to get a leg inside.

Underwear required.

There was no pain this time, but the pleasure began to recede and with a whine Tyler ran into Holly's room.  Pulling open her underwear drawer he saw there were numerous choices. He began to reach for a sensible pair of white cotton briefs, but then as his eyes fell on one of Holly's g-strings, the pleasure suddenly began to intensify.

Now it was even more sexual in nature and his dick throbbed and pulsed. It felt like the best orgasm he'd ever experienced in his life was building and his mind was almost instantly made up.  Grabbing the thong instead of the panties he groaned as he slipped them on.

Slutty clothes bonus activated

Sliding the tracksuit bottoms on, Tyler began to cum.  Only he didn't really.  It felt like he was cumming, but he didn't ejaculate.  And the pleasure didn't abate.  He still had a kernel of horniness inside himself that he couldn't get rid of, an itch that needed to be scratched.  He looked at himself in the mirror.  He supposed he didn't look too bad.  Holly's tracksuit bottoms were gender neutral enough.  Perhaps a little tighter fit and his ass didn't fill them up right.  Now he just needed to find a t-shirt.  Holly had plenty of plain white ones.  Again, they'd fit wrong, but he probably wouldn't look too stupid.

He hoped.

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Walking into the apartment, Holly was surprised to find Tyler home.

She'd known he wanted to work on Pax this morning, but thought he had wanted to go out this afternoon.  Instead he was hunched over his computer, his fingers furiously tapping. He looked like a man possessed.  He also looked strange. She didn't remember him owning he light grey tracksuit bottoms or white t-shirt he was wearing.  In fact... it almost looked like...

"Hey are you wearing my clothes?!?" she asked incredulously.

"Huh, wh... oh Holly, you're home," said Tyler looking up tiredly.  He looked haunted and angry and upset about something.

"Wh... what's wrong?  What's going on?" she asked suddenly worried.

Tyler looked like he wanted to say something, then he suddenly grimaced and his face turned green like he wanted to be sick.

"N...nothing.  It doesn't matter."

"But... but seriously Tyler, what the hell is going on?  Why are you wearing my clothes."

"I told you nothing is fucking going on," he suddenly hissed venomously at her.  "I found these clothes in my washing pile, I was distracted and didn't realise they were yours.  It's not my fault you dress like a boy half the time." 

Tyler had said mean things before when upset, but usually he realised pretty quickly and got embarrassed and calmed down.  This time though, Holly was appalled to see he appeared to be enjoying it.  Worse, he actually seemed to get some sort of thrill of pleasure speaking to her that way.  He actually shivered like he was getting off.

"Tyler, have you taken drugs or something?  You're acting like a psyscho."

"Holly I've had a long difficult day - I really can't explain - but this is not a good day for me. Please stop asking me so many questions and ahhhhhhh," Tyler grimaced suddenly like he was in pain.  "I mean, stop asking me so many questions and leave me alone. I have work to do."

"Fine, fuck you," spat Holly as she turned round with tears in her eyes and stormed out of the apartment. "I'll go see my Mom then and stay at hers tonight - I can't believe you're treating me this way. Something is wrong with you!"

Tyler winced as he heard the door slam.

"FUCK YOU," he screamed at the watch on his wrist.  "I can't believe you made me do that!"

The moment Holly had walked in, he had known there would be trouble.  He'd spent all day trying to hack into the watch, but the encryption on the device was incredible.  It was also monitoring his efforts and blocking his best attempts to hack it properly. 

When Holly had started asking questions he had wanted to tell her everything, beg for her help.  The feeling of nausea had put an end to that.  Worse... once he had started being meaner to her, it had begun to reward him.  It was like the Fit Bitch wanted him to be nasty to Holly.

The worst pain had come when he'd used the word please.  That had been bad.  He looked down at the display.

Unacceptable word.

"Please?  I can't say.... ahhhhhhhh!

The word felt like a coal in his mouth.  Even saying it made his body ache in agony.  "Okay... okay... I won't say it FUCK!"

Swear word encouraged.

Pleasure throbbed Tyler and he gasped as he went from pain to pleasure in an instant.  "FUCK, FUCK, OHHHH FUCK!" he screamed, each time the word left his mouth, the pleasure intensifying.  He began to fake cum again.

"Oh fuck," he gasped after he'd finished orgasming.  "What the hell are you trying to do to me?  Make me mean to my girlfriend and swear more?  Where is this going?"

Turning back to his computer screen - he began to tap away. "I have to find a way to stop this fucking thing..."

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Tyler groaned.  The Fit Bitch was vibrating on his wrist.  It was waking him up.  He'd fallen asleep at his desk, slumped over his computer... his attempts to hack the system still a failure. Now it was 5.30 AM.  What the fuck?

Exercise needed.  Exercise supplies arriving.

There was a knock at the door and Tyler leapt to his feet in astonishment.  Striding over, he yanked the door open to find the corridor empty, but a large cardboard box in his entryway.  Picking it up he walked into the kitchen and ripped it open.  The box was full of more Hyde.Inc technology, including a load of fitness devices designed for body toning and shaping.  There were also sachets of some protein drink and various other work-out supplies.

"What the fuck?" gasped Tyler, not even noticing that the word 'fuck' was now firmly embedded in his lexicon.

Drink protein.  Begin workout.

Picking up a sachet, Tyler groaned as he read the blurb.  "Female enhanced protein supplements... enhanced with advanced hormones to promote healthy growth to give you a bitchy body."

"Oh my God, they're trying to actually turn me into a girl."

Even as he thought about becoming a girl, the wave of pleasure hit him hard.  It was stronger than before... so strong that he groaned in ecstasy.  

Big tits

Tight body

Mean bitch

Drink hormones

Drink hormones

Drink hormones

Tyler gasped as the fit bitch pulsed and vibrated.  Images of hot feminine clothes, bras, panties, tight tops throbbed through his mind as it manipulated the pleasure centres of his brain and made him lust for female things.

Staggering to the sink, Tyler emptied the sachet of powder into a cup and filled it with water. He groaned as he drank the delicious pink liquid it produced, the fit bitch rewarding him with another false orgasm - the strongest he'd ever experienced.

Crawling into the bedroom he saw that Holly still wasn't home - she must still be at her moms.  He tore open her clothes draw and found her work out leggings.  Pulling them on he began to cum again - groaning as the Fit Bitch rewarded him for abandoning the gender neutral tracksuit bottoms and wearing something tighter and sexier.  His cock was rock hard in the clingy leggings as he began to work out.

Complete 50 squats.

Tyler had never exercised so thoroughly in his life as he began the routine. Dressed in his girlfriends super tight clothes he sweated and groaned as he worked out his ass and the pain and pleasure responses of the fit bitch spurred him on.  His stomach gurgled and his head swam as whatever chemicals and hormones was in the protein pulsed round his body.  He felt like he was going to pass out...

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" he moaned.

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Tyler's phone began to ring.  He looked at it in irritation, dropping the razor he was using to shave his body.   He was still aching from the work-out, yet strangely full of energy.  It was 10.30 AM now and the Fit Bitch had made him drink another sachet of the protein mix and go clean himself up in the shower.  Having a smooth, hairless body seemed to please it, so he'd got to work with a razor.

Tyler sighed as he saw it was Holly that was trying to ring him.  

Get rid of her.

He looked down at the message on his Fit Bitch in despair.  The watch clearly wanted him alone and isolated for the time being so it could work on him some more.  He was desperate to ask Holly for help, desperate to beg her for aid - but he knew the Fit Bitch would punish him with pain.

Answering the call, he decided he had no choice but to convince her to stay at her Mom's. But how?

"What do you want?" he asked hesitantly.  He groaned as the watch rewarded him with a pulse of pleasure.

"Tyler.  I... I'm sorry about last night, you were tired and I pushed you too hard. I'm going to come home so we can talk about,"

"Please don't," he said without thinking.

The pain was incredible.  The word 'please' like filth in his mouth.  He had to expunge the pain, he needed the pleasure instead.

"I mean FUCKING don't," he gasped.  The pleasure returned.  Telling Holly to fuck off felt good. It thrilled him in a strange way and made him crave more.  Damn it, the pleasure from the Fit Bitch was so good.  He was starting to get addicted slightly.  His hand began to stroke his cock, almost without realising.

"Tyler, what are you saying?" said Holly in shock.  "Why are you talking to me like this?"

Ejaculation authorised for bitchy responses.

Ejaculation?  It had been days since he'd ejaculated.  The Fit Bitch gave him orgasm after orgasm, but it wouldn't let him cum.  He needed to cum.  Not being able to shoot his load had been frustrating, but now the watch was saying he could cum if he could only rid himself of Holly.

"Listen you dumb bitch," he gasped groaning as his cock got harder and harder and harder.  "I... ahhhh... I don't want to see you.  You've really pissed me off and I need a break from your stupid useless, ohhhh FUCK, idiotic presence... I OHHHH FUCK.... I... just stay away from me!" he screamed, gasping as the pleasure grew and grew.

Pumping his cock like a maniac, Tyler dropped his phone as cum blasted out of his dick and the most powerful orgasm of his life throbbed through his very being.

Ohhhh fuck - why did it feel so good to be evil?

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Tyler had no idea what day it was anymore.  He thought it must be several days since he'd spoken to Holly and he hadn't left the flat since then.  She'd never turned up, just sent some messages about how much she hated him and that he needed help.

He thought maybe his Mom and Dad had come round at some point and tried to get in - but he'd double locked the doors and jammed a chair in the way so no one could get in.  He'd shouted at them to fuck off, and carried on masturbating.  The Fit Bitch wanted him all alone.

He didn't need food or drink anymore - just the protein shakes.  He didn't need do anything except jerk off and use the exercise equipment that Hyde.Inc had provided him. 

Funny thing was his dick seemed to be getting smaller.  He would jerk it for hours now... dressed in Holly's clothes watching the Youtube makeup channels and fashion hauls that the Fit Bitch was forcing him to watch.

From time to time, his hands would go down to Holly's makeup and he would try the techniques on himself.  He was getting pretty good at contouring.  A set of false nails sat ready and waiting.  He groaned as the Fit Bitch gave him a thrill of pleasure at the thought of having them on his hands.  Yesssss, long sexy nails would feel good.

He fondled his chest.  It felt good to rub his boobs - the slowly, swelling tits that were pushing out of his chest and expanding with every protein shake he drank. They were small, but growing in mass the more he exercised and the more he drank.

"Ohhhh fuck, I'm becoming such a slut," he moaned. Saying it sent a throb of pleasure through him. He really was starting to enjoy the transformation now.

It was so hard to resist - to stay sane when your every pleasure and pain response was being used against you.  The orgasms the Fit Bitch could give him were so powerful, he'd begun to crave them. They were like nothing else. He NEEDED those orgasms. 

And the watch was refusing to give them to him now unless his escalated his behaviour.  It was no longer enough to just wear girls clothes - he had to wear Holly's sluttiest outfits. He had to force himself to speak in a high pitched voice.  He had to use words like slut, bitch and whore.  Every now and then he'd try to think of a plan to escape the watch - to free himself from this situation - but then the pain would return.

It was easier not to fight - it was easier to surrender.

And worse... part of him was starting to wonder how far it was going to go and wanting more. Part of him was starting to wonder just what sort of girl he was becoming.  At first he'd thought Hyde.Inc wanted to make him some sort of helpless submissive - but even though the watch had him firmly under control for now, it didn't seem to be encouraging submissive behaviour.

Mean behaviour, yes.  Slutty behaviour... yes.  Bitchy behaviour... definitely.

"Fuck, like OMG - what am I becoming?" he whined in the increasingly bratty voice the Fit Bitch seemed to favour. 

Walking over to the mirror, Tyler realised he hadn't looked at himself properly for days.  The figure looking back at him looked feminine.  She had a toned, plump ass - nicely worked out with wide hips. Her breasts were small... cute and perky.  Pulling up the top he was wearing, Tyler rubbed one and groaned at how it felt.

What would it be like to have big tits? Big slutty teen knockers he could use to get people to do what he wanted.

Walking to the counter he saw there were dozens of sachets of the super enhanced hormones.  A sudden wicked idea entered his head.  He knew he shouldn't... he knew it was insane... but as he thought it, the Fit Bitch made him squirm with pleasure.

"I need bigger tits," he groaned, emptying six packets into one beaker.  The protein shake was thick... sludgy... like pink goop.  Gasping like a whore, he sucked it down... groaning as he felt it flowing into his stomach.  He could almost feel his tits inflating as he did so.

Giggling, Tyler slumped next to the mirror and began to rub his tits, groaning as he did so.  

Good girl.  Big tits are good.

"Ohhhh fuck yesssss," he gasped as he rubbed his increasingly tiny dick.

How many packets of protein could he drink in the next few hours?  He needed those boobs.

He was going to get them.

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Tyler groaned as he sat up and felt the weight of his new heavy boobs on his chest. He no longer knew what day it was.  It felt like he had been in the flat for years, but he knew it was probably less time than that.  After days of pleasure and pain conditioning, the Fit Bitch on his wrist seemed to have stopped. Brushing his long silky hair out of his eyes he crawled through the discarded wrappers of the protein shakes and into the bathroom.  He had to see what this thing had done to him.

His body ached and the horniness he had been afflicted with was fading for the first time in days.  He still felt sexed up - but no longer consumed by a impossible desire to touch himself and masturbate.  It was like the Fit Bitch no longer wanted him trapped in the flat playing with himself.  It was like he was entering another stage.

"Like, what the fuck has this thing done to me," he groaned as he switched on the lights and gasped as he saw his reflection again.

Tyler was gone.  The girl looking back at him was the most beautiful, bitchy, feminine looking girl he had ever seen.  She had tanned flawless skin, a toned body and a beautiful face. She was a Goddess.

He couldn't help but thrill at how beautiful she was.  Could this really be him?  He made Holly look like a total plain Jane.

Physical calibration 90% complete.

Mental Calibration 40% complete.

Subject ready for Stage 2 - Total Bitchification.

"Oh my Gosh," groaned Tyler as he touched himself like he was a mirage.  "This can't be real, I'm Tyler... I'm a boy... this isn't happening."

Inappropriate name.  Inappropriate gender.

Tyler screamed as the pain returned.  He groaned in agony.

"NO!  No I am Tyler... I'm a boy.  I won't let you do this to me."

The pain intensified.

"NO STOP!  Okay!  I... I'm Skylar now.  I'm a girl... I'm a fucking girl!"

Acceptable identity.

"Oh fuck," gasped Skylar as the pain receded. She felt a sudden strange sensation in her crotch.  Looking down she squeaked in shock as she saw that after days and days of shrinking... her cock was entirely gone.  Whatever chemicals, hormones and DNA viral strains the protein shakes contained had finally completed their work.  Skylar had a pussy now.  She really was a girl.

Initiating stage 2. 

Skylar bit her lip anxiously as she looked down at the ominous words on her Fit Bitch and wondered what they meant.  What was Hyde.Inc's end game?  Why were they doing this to her, and what were they going to try and do next?

She didn't know... but she had a horrible feeling she was about to find out!

END OF STAGE 1

STAGE 2 - COMING SOON!

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 Things have changed

"Hello Martin - welcome back to the office. As you can see, things have changed around here since you were last in.  I'm so pleased that the medical procedures you underwent have been successful and that you're fully fighting fit again - but I thought I better invite you along for a re-orientation session so that you understand how the restructuring has worked and your new place in the company.

What has it been?  Six months. I bet you hardly recognise the place.  I've had to make a LOT of changes to get things they way I wanted them.  You see, I'm in charge here now and you can call me Miss Snow.  Your former CEO, Mr Jones just wasn't good enough.  This perfume company was on the verge of collapse and if I hadn't have stepped in to take over, everyone would have been made unemployed.

Of course it helped that Jones basically begged me to take over the company and he sold it to me for a pittance. He signed everything over to me and crawled on all fours like a dog round this office at my command.  He was totally broken by the end - enslaved completely to my will. 

You see I'm not just some clueless entrepreneur in this for the money... I actually used to work in this business and was a high level perfumer.  I was the best at what I did with a real 'nose' for the business if you'll pardon the pun.  I became interested in the way scent and smell interact with the mind and the possibilities began to intrigue me.  I discovered that using certain pheromones... certain chemicals... one could create perfumes with a variety of different special effects.

That would lead to my crowning achievement - Domiessence.  I created a perfume designed to trigger certain responses in women and men.  A perfume that would enhance female sexuality and confidence, but also leave men weak and suggestive.  My experiments were wildly successful - more successful than I could ever have dreamt. When I tried the perfume on it transformed me from a shy and nerdy scientist, into a ravenous ultra-ambitious bitch.  As my confidence and ambition grew I found that men were now helpless to resist my commands.  One whiff of Domiessence and they became weak and submissive - desperate to serve.  

I knew I had to share this wonderful gift with the world.  I needed to make all women like me... strong, dominant... powerful.  If my perfume could be spread far enough - I could create a truly matriarchal society - a better society.  

That's why I needed this company.  I now have millions of bottles of Domiessence ready to ship around the world. Soon women all over this planet will begin to dowse their skin with the essence.  They'll groan as they feel something lustful and dominant waking within them - a need to dominate men, to enslave and command the weak little fools they surround them. Nothing can stop it now... in a matter of weeks the world will be transformed forever.

I say weeks because there is one final thing I don't quite understand and need to research before I go ahead with the launch. You see I've discovered an interesting side-effect to my perfume and I wish to develop and study it further.  In some men... Domiessence seems to awaken a feminine urge within them too and they begin to transform.

Rather than become enslaved like other men - they undergo the same transformation as women do.  Their very body chemistry seems to alter and they swiftly and rapidly become completely feminine - and eventually fully female.  I find this metamorphosis fascinating and wish to understand it better.

As you can see, your former colleagues Bryce and Jason have completed their metamorphosis.  They were the first to change and I failed to fully study the effects as it took me by surprise.  By the time I realised their dicks were shrinking and their breasts were fully grown - it was too late.

Like all converts to a cause Braylin and Jazlyn are particularly loyal.  They despise the men they used to be and have become ultra-feminine in everything they do.  They are my most loyal and dependable employees and their rewards in the new world order will be great.

It was their idea to lure you here to the office.  You see Martin - your place in our plans is simple.  I'm going to test my new super-strength Domiessence on you.  We believe you may be susceptible in the same way your colleagues were.  I want to dowse you in my perfume and watch as you transform from a weak boy into a strong and powerful woman.  I want to see you wear lingerie and lipstick and join our cause as a dominant, assertive, bitch.  I want you on MY team.

Mmmmmh, can you smell that Martin?  That is the scent of femininity.  Let it fill your lungs.  Feel your breasts starting to grow and your useless little dick shrinking away.  Let your hair lengthen and allow your new female persona to take over and possess you.  The new you is going to be such a hot, powerful bitch - you can't resist her.  Yessss, touch your body and feel the changes.  Listen to your bones cracking and your body reorganising itself to be superior.  You have ovaries now and estrogen is pumping through your body. Doesn't it feel so much better to be female?  Let femininity consume you and be the bitch you long to become.  Become... Martina.

Ladies - go help your new sister finish her transformation and find her some better clothes. I will review the footage I've recorded, but it appears my experiment is a wild success.  Now alongside our perfume range, we will need to begin producing a range of men's aftershaves designed to trigger as many transformations as possible.  The patriarchy will be even easier to dominate once more men join our cause and become just like us.  Domiessence is the key to our success, soon women WILL rule the world.

Things have changed forever...  isn't it delicious?"

THE END

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 THOT-get me not

It all began with the quest for a useable, user name.

Jan needed one to create his account on 'Switch-Stream' but all of his usual handles were taken. He hated user names that had a random string of numbers in front of it, so in frustration he began typing random words that popped into his head until suddenly one stuck.

Cookie.

He yelled triumphantly as the program accepted it and he quickly clicked 'create'.  It was only then that he noticed his account pronouns were set to 'she/her' and female.  In his rush to get the user name he wanted he'd forgotten to adjust any of the information fields.

"Damn it," he swore - opening up his new account and trying to go into the settings to change things - but to his horror he found he couldn't.  "This is ridiculous!  I'd have to create another account with the right pronouns and gender... what a pain in the ass!"

But then he noticed the special tabs in the settings for the female users.  Monetisation options and streaming options not available to his friends.  He'd seen them use their accounts and didn't remember the special 18+ tab on the options.

In truth - it was the 18+ tab that was making the platform so popular.  In the case of boys - this usually meant creating an account to perv over hot streaming girls and pay them money.  It was a cross between a streaming, let's play and a porn platform.  It was wildly successful and had originally been why Jan wanted to subscribe.  He had a thing for slutty e-girls.

Opening the monetisation options, Jan grinned as he saw how much money an account like this could potentially make if it became popular.  If Cookie had been a slutty streamer, she'd be able to quit her job and do this for a living.  Too bad he was a boy.

The account was ruined now and he'd have to create a male one - but perhaps he could have some fun with this one before he deleted it?  Perhaps he could find a way to use 'Cookie' to prank his friends?

He knew that his mate Ethan used the platform.  Perhaps if he set Cookie up to be a hot catfish e-girl account, he could string Ethan along and have some fun.  

But first he'd need to play and build up his fake account.  Selecting a fake photo from the internet, he logged on and started to play.

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Jan was surprised by the knocking on his door so early.  He was tired from staying up late and playing as 'Cookie'.  He'd found it surprisingly easy to claim his camera and microphone was being repaired in the chat and he'd already managed to get some followers. Boys were surprisingly easy to fool - he guessed horny idiots would always go along with a scam.

Jan may have been surprised by the knocking, but he was even more surprised by the giant package that arrived with the 'Switch-Stream' logo all over the boxes that was waiting for him.  Opening the massive cardboard boxes, his eyes widened as he saw they were all full of e-girl items. Cat ears... thigh high socks... tiny little thongs and ironic t-shirts.

There was a note on top.

"Dear Cookie.  Thank you for signing up for your Switch-Stream Account.  We believe in supporting our creators to become big and to help you on your journey we have gifted your e-girl starter kit.  Please use the items provided to grow your account and remember - we have no community rules!  Be as lewd as you like on the platform."

"Shit," gasped Jan. "I don't remember providing my address.  This is a disaster.  Then again... this stuff looks expensive, I suppose I could sell it or something.  Hmmm."

He picked up a pair of sexy grey thigh high socks. They had white bands round the top and looked just like the sort of thing he loved to see a sexy slutty girl in.  If he was going to catfish his friends, this sort of thing might actually help.  After all - would they really be able to tell the difference between a girls legs and his own?

Going up to the bathroom, Jan carefully shaved his legs as best he could and tried on the socks.  He found himself getting hard as he lay on his bed wearing the slutty socks up to his now softer looking thighs.  He imagined Cookie - the slutty e-girl wearing these and teasing some dumb boys online and found himself getting even harder.  "Mmmmh, maybe I should try playing with these on?"

Logging on as Cookie, he loaded up a game and began to play.  A couple of boys who had been following him expressed disappointment his camera was still broken and begged him to send them some photos in the chat of what he looked like.

Jan grinned as he snapped a photo of his sock encased legs and posted it in the chat.  To his delight two donations suddenly popped up as the boys begged him for more.

A rush of serotonin flooded through Jan and he groaned as his dick got even harder. His body tingled and he gasped as his legs seemed to throb.  Looking down, he snapped another pic.  Were his feet... shapelier and more feminine?  His legs looked smaller - the skin even smoother above the socks.  Dainty little feet projected from slutty thighs and he posted another pic - this one looked hot.

His follower count began to rise as the boys began to share the pictures with their friends.  Jan felt high... he felt dizzy and euphoric.  If a simple pair of socks could have that effect... what would this other stuff do?

Walking to the boxes he began to see what else was inside.

Ooooh that top looks cute. Put that on.

Jan blinked.  There was a voice in his head - a teasing bratty voice.  It felt like his voice... if he really were Cookie.

He picked up the top. It was super tight and said 'baby' on the front. 

Yessss, put that on and get those silly boy clothes off.

Jan obeyed, dressing entirely in a slutty e-girl outfit. As he fixed a black wig in place on his head, he felt his lips curve into a smile.  It felt good to dress this way. This must be how it felt to actually be Cookie.

Sitting back in his chair, he noticed his follower account had gone up again and he felt a surge of endorphins.  Giggling to himself, he took a photograph of his body, being careful to make sure it hid his masculinity.  He made a pretty sexy trap... he had to say so.

He posted the picture and more followers joined... more donations suddenly came in.  

"Ohhhh fuckkkkk," hissed Jan his addiction growing.  Electric tingles of pleasure slid across his skin and he groaned - looking down and seeing that his chest seemed swollen and puffy.  "Euuugh, what's happening to me... I.... I feel so sexy."

We need more followers... post more pics. Say some dirty stuff in the chat.  Be more of a bitch.

Jan felt his hands moving as if they were possessed.  He didn't remember putting on the long acrylic nails that now tapped sexily on his keyboard. He didn't recall applying lipgloss, but now his lips tasted amazing.  He moaned and arched his back... his body cracking and his hips pushing out.  "Ohhhh fuck YES! This feels amazing, I want MORE!"

That's it... become Cookie.  Become ME!  

Cookie gasped and shuddered as she shook back her long black hair and a wicked smile appeared on her face.  Reaching over she switched on her webcam and began to stream. 

"Hiya boys," she purred giving them a full shot of her. 

Followers began to flood in, and Cookie moaned as her tits began to swell up bigger.  Her face became bitchier and her ass pushed out nicely.  Reaching down, she slid a manicured hand into her pants and smiled in satisfaction as she felt her dick shrinking with every like and new follower.  As she reached her first thousand - her pussy lips opened wide and she slipped a finger inside herself.

As the algorithm detected a new super slut was being born - it directed more boys to subscribe and in moments her follower count had shot up to 3000.  Cookie cummed on camera fingering herself and squirting everywhere as she gave the boys a show they wouldn't soon forget.

"Mmmmh, I can't believe I was ever some DUMB boy.  This feels so much better. Hehe, I'm a fucking THOT and I love it!"

Reaching down to the 'add your contacts' button she giggled as she pressed it and begin to send invites to all her friends.  This was just just delicious NOT to share...

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Zack was busy trying to play his way through the latest level of his computer game, when the push notification from 'Cookie' popped up on his screen. 

Annoyed he tried to banish it, but accidentally opened it.  A girl - busty and hot, was fingering herself live on camera and Zack nearly dropped his controller in shock as he watched.  "Wow, she's hot," he gasped watching almost hypnotically as the girl's follower count shot up and she orgasmed repeatedly.

He noted that the girl had invited him as 'Zoey' to join the platform she was using and by opening the pop up he had inadvertently agreed.

"Damn it," he gasped as a streaming overlay suddenly appeared around his game - minimising it to a smaller window.  "Hey how do I get this thing off?"

Zack gasped as he somehow accidentally began to stream.  Now he was streaming online as 'Zoey' and as he was linked to Cookie's account, the same horny boys she was rapidly attracting began to follow him too.

Zack swore as lewd comments began to appear in his comments.  Some did also give him good advice on playing the game too, especially when he was struggling.  He was about to shut down his computer to try and stop the issue - when he noticed a money counter had popped up and that people were actually donating live to his stream.  

As the donations increased he began to feel.... weird.

Zack groaned and pushed his chest out as his t-shirt began to rip.  As the donations on stream got bigger, so did his chest... till with a rip and a ping of buttons, two huge round breasts pushed out of his chest.  "Oh my GOD!" groaned Zack, feeling a rush of estrogen and horniness as whatever was happening to him sent powerful erotic throbs through his body.

His clothing tightened and changed... his plunging neckline now supported by a tight black dress. Reaching up Zack could feel cat-ear headphones on place on his head.  He giggled as he got more and more into the game and his follower account rose.

"So like okaaaay guys, this is totally Zoey here and I'm so gonna take out that boss today," he purred in a sexy voice playing up to the stream as he shook back long blonde hair.

Zoey looked at Cookie's counter and saw the bitch had nearly eight thousand followers now.  "Damn it," she hissed, "how is she so popular?" Grabbing her dress she yanked it down and freed her massive breasts.

"Okay boys... you wanna see more... subscribe to Zoey NOW!"

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Ethan had been using Switch-Stream for a few months now, and thought he was doing pretty good with 25 subscribers.  He was desperately trying to grow his channel more, but it was hard when you were competing with so many slutty girls.

He cursed as during the middle of his game he was suddenly informed his account had just been linked with another one - a female account called Eternity.

Opening the new account, Ethan saw it had come from some bitch called Cookie who was masturbating live on air.  Damn - some of these e-girls had no morals.   The Eternity account already had 100 subscribers and he had complete access to it.

"God damn it," he complained. "This bitch has accidentally mistaken my email account for one of her slutty friends and given me access to it, and it's ALREADY doing better than my main."

Curious, Ethan loaded up the overlay for the new account and saw that it was being flooded with horny boys spreading from two accounts.  Cookie and Zoey... both some sort of massive e-thots who were rapidly accelerating into trending accounts. 

He disabled the chat features... sick of the horny messages he was receiving. It was still possible to send emojis and badges - but text was now disabled.

"What the hell is going on here?" he mused to himself as he tried to figure out what was happening. Then a badge suddenly popped up.

Bimbo.

It was shaped like a big pair of tits and had the word in pink above it.  It made Ethan laugh... no it made him giggle.  "Fuck, that's stupid."

Bimbo.

Bimbo.

Bimbo.

Deprived of text - the boys were pushing buttons... literally  

His mouth slack, his eyes dilated Ethan stared at the word and giggled again. Mmmmh, bimbo was actually kind of a hot word. He'd never noticed before.

Bimbo

Bimbo,

Bimbo.

Big tits.

Slut

Ethan's mouth opened wider and he began to drool.  His breathing got heavy and he sat back in his chair and began to touch himself.

Slut

Slut

Bimbo

Bitch

Big tits

Horny

The badges flashed up one after the other making Ethan moan and gasp in pleasure now.  Each one felt like it was melting into his brain.  His hands went to his chest.  He wished... he wished he had a big pair of tits to touch.  His chest began to expand...

Eternity giggled as her boobs burst free sending buttons pinging everywhere. Her clothing began to morph into a tiny bikini as her massive ass swelled up into her chair and thick makeup began to cover her lips.

Giggling like a slut, she adjusted her headphones with the cute cat ears and began to play her game again... enjoying each surge of corruption as a new badge popped up.  Her follower account began to rise and she grinned in satisfaction.

"Like ummmm, keep those slutty badges popping up boys.  I'm not stopping till I catch up with that bitch Cookie!"

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Damien wished he had more of an understanding of what his daughter Madison was doing with her life. She was an e-girl - whatever that meant, and had recently quit her job to stream full time.

He knew it was cheeky of him to sneak into her room and log into her account whilst she was out, but he had decided if he could find out more about what 'Switch-stream' was all about than perhaps he could relate better to her.

Looking around the room with it's pink decor and many props - including a sexy pink wig - he shook his head and logged onto his daughters laptop - which she'd foolishly left unlocked.

You have received an invite to partner with Cookie.

Not really understanding the lingo - Damien clicked accept and then panicked as a pop up opened showing a horny girl masturbating live on air.  "Oh fuck," he gasped going to close it down.  "That's horrible."

He found an unlink button and then sighed in relief.  Was this the kind of stuff his daughter was getting up to?  He was going to have it out with her!

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When Madison got home it was to find her Daddy was in a furious mood.  "There's no way you're going back on that disgusting platform," he screamed.

"Daddy - it's not disgusting," she screeched back, "It's my life.  Look - you obviously went on something you shouldn't have. It's not my fault... Jesus, I mean... I have done a few risky things, but nothing that bad.  I'll prove it to you."

Taking Damien upstairs Madison logged in and made him sit at her computer.

"Interact with my followers - just be flirty and kind of dumb and think pink and you'll see that it's all perfectly innocent.  Sure - I'm a tease... but I never go further than that."

Damien obeyed his daughter - following her instructions.  He began to enjoy his interactions, sending heart emojis and kisses to her followers.

"Here Daddy - you're doing such a good job as me, you should try this on." Giggling Madison jammed the pink wig on her Daddy's head.  Wow, it looked really good. She pushed her favourite cat ear headphones over his head too so he could listen to her favourite music.

"Baby what's happening," groaned Damien as his fingers itched and he looked down to see inch long pink nails protruding from his fingers.  "I feel like... I feel like so weird."

Madison blinked and looked down at her identical twin sister Maddee in surprise.  "Like, what are you talking about babe... what's wrong?"

Maddee pouted, her hot pink lips in an 'o' of confusion. "I like... I thought like something weird just happened, but maybe I'm just being a ditz again."

Madison laughed.  "You're such a dummy sometimes Mads... I love you so much."

"I love you too... sis."

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Gloria was mad.  

Who the fuck were all these new bitches appearing on Switch-Stream and sucking up her followers?  Then she realised it didn't matter.

The followers that were leaving her account to go to these slutty new THOTS were all the horny useless fuck-bois.  Immature... weak and pathetic, they unsubscribed in their droves in favour of Cookie and her horny friends - leaving Gloria with only the most depraved, loyal and obssessed followers.

And as her stream became purified - so did she become more evil.

Gloria dimly remembered there had been a time BEFORE she was Gloria. When... somehow the platform she had started streaming on had begun to transform her. She remembered how good it had felt to feel her breasts swell up... her body change.  Becoming a sexy e-girl had felt good... but she had been on the platform a few years now and it was time to... evolve.

Gloria growled as the changing dynamics of the platform began to effect her.  Her waist crunched in and her clothing turned to tight black latex as claw like nails sprang from her fingers and she gasped in pleasure as her breasts expanded.

"YES... it's time to stop being a THOT and become a GODDESS!" she screamed, laughing manically as ironically the change in her followers made her more powerful - not less.  Yes, she had fewer subscribers now... but they were all hopelessly enslaved to her dominating will.

She decided to pick one at random.

Wit.

"Hello Wit, are you there?" she breathed into the microphone...

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Wit shivered in his bedroom, his hand on his cock as he watched Mistress Gloria on her stream parading her perfect body.  He loved how strong and dominant she was.  He would do anything for her.

"Wit..."

His name through the screen made his heart almost stop.  Oh My God... he thought, his mind freezing in fear.

"Wit... answer your Goddess."

"Y...yes," he squeaked.

"Ahhhh good," purred Gloria.  "My platform has had a direction change today and I think it's time to test it out.  We're going to have a live stream - but you're going to be the one streaming.  You're going to stream yourself stroking your cock whilst I give you JOI.  Won't that be nice?"

"But Mistress... you have over 10,000 subscribers," he whimpered in fear.

"I know. Isn't it going to be... glorious."

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Erica giggled as her sisters boyfriend impatiently stood by her side and watched her playing the game.

"How are you so good at this?" he whined, watching as she beat scrub after scrub that up until ten minutes ago had been crushing him at the game. 

"I told you," she purred, "I spend a lot of time streaming on Switch-Stream.  I'm kind of a pro-gamer."

Erica knew that wasn't the full truth - but he didn't need to know that up until a few months ago she'd actually been Lisa's scrawny brother.  Then she'd started streaming.

The changes had been subtle at first.  A puffy chest... lighter hair.  But the longer she'd played and the more successful she'd become, the more obviously feminine Erica had become until no one seemed to even remember she'd been a boy. 

Now her bust was huge, her face beautiful.  She was every guys idea of a wet dream - but she'd lost none of her skill at computer games.  In fact - she was even better than before.

She had become particularly good at multi-tasking.

"Mmmmh, why don't you stick that big dick in my mouth whilst I play and we'll see if I'm still half as good?  I could use a handicap to make this a challenge."

Erica purred happily as he sisters boyfriend eagerly slid his dick into her waiting mouth.  She couldn't wait to taste his cum.  For some reason computer games made some boys particularly horny...

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Sadie grinned as she watched the metrics on 'Switch-Stream' adjusting to take account of the influx of popular new streamers and the companies shares skyrocket.

She'd known Cookie would become a popular addition to the platform and she was glad her investment to send her the box of goodies had paid off.  The chain reaction was quite spectacular - with new accounts starting and old established accounts reframing themselves in interesting and unexpected ways.

Participation in the platform was up - and that meant as the chief admin - she would get her bonus. The creator would be pleased.

Sadie groaned as her bonus took immediate effect. Her chest began to swell... stretching her t-shirt as the gravity defying tits she craved took shape and she grinned happily. "Mmmh, I can't wait to motorboat some simps with these later on."

Suddenly a monitor next to her head crackled and surprised Sadie turned to enter the code that would activate the encrypted stream.  It was... the Creator.

A dark shadowy figure appeared on the screen... clearly female... yet it was difficult to make out her features. When she spoke, her voice was distorted electronically.

"Excellent work Sadie.  The platform is growing in power and influence.  But I have new orders for you. Are you ready?"

The busty bitch nodded and eagerly listened... her eyes gleaming with amusement as she came to understand the creators depraved plan.

"Ohhhh yes.  Oh that sounds so delicious... Evie."

THE END

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 Gym Slipped

Mika grumbled as she followed Michelle 's lead - sweat dripping down her brow and soaking her back. The sun was beating down in the park and both women were working hard to try and work out and shift some weight, completing a dance-exercise class blasting out from Mika's phone.

"There has GOT to be an easier way to lose weight," grunted Mika as she bent over to touch her toes and gasped in pain as she straightened up.  "This sucks."

"No pain, no gain," laughed Michelle as they finished their work-out routine and she sat down on the grass. "You know we can't risk going back to the gym with all those bitches who treat us like dirt hanging out there.  This is the only way."

"Well it's not really working that well," complained Mika as she grabbed her tummy and squeezed some flab.  "I wish there was a short-cut we could take to get fit quicker."

Michelle shook her head, "There are no short-cuts in life.  Well... except for that Gym Instructor course my work are offering."

Michelle worked for a company that did online training modules.  As part of her contact, she was entitled to access the expensive and often exclusive training at a discounted price. She'd recently noticed the course being offered - not only did you get training mp3's and videos - there was also an online library to access - and as part of the course they sent you an equipment box containing outfits, protein drinks and exercise equipment.

"Please book onto the course," begged Mika.  "If it teaches you how to do proper gym instruction it would be really helpful for us both!"

"Oh... alright," gave in Michelle as she looked at her friends pleading face. "I'll do it for you... but only because I like you."

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Michelle swirled the bright pink protein drink in front of her suspiciously.  The instructions said she had to drink one of these a day.  Shrugging she chugged the entire thing down, finding it surprisingly tasty. As she put the empty canister down, she shifted uncomfortably in the incredibly tight clingy lycra clothing that had come in the box.  The instructions had been very clear that she needed to drink the protein shake and wear the outfit before beginning the instructional video.

She sat in her computer chair, put the full ear enclosing head phones on and started the course.

"Hello aspirant," purred a toned Amazonian bitch in an identical lycra outfit to Michelle's, as the video started and she walked into view. "I am Courtney and I'll be your instructor.  Welcome to Gym Instructor 101."

Courtney was toned and fit - her body lightly tanned curvy in all the right places.  Her hair was bright blonde and tied in a bitchy ponytail - her face beautiful and full.  She was tall and powerful - her thighs could have crushed walnuts and her perfect round ass jiggled slightly as she walked.

Michelle found to her embarrassment she was getting wet and her breath was coming hard.  Courtney was so... powerful.  So fucking sexy.  She wished she could be like that.  She groaned, her pupils dilating with pleasure as the lycra on her body seemed to massage and squeeze her body in delightful ways.

"Don't worry aspirant if you're currently feeling an element of arousal.  The protein shake you just drank is laced with chemicals designed to begin accelerating your metabolism - but it also makes you more suggestible and will increase your sex drive."

"Wu... what," drooled Michelle as she suddenly realised something was very wrong.

She reached out to turn off the video, then suddenly the lycra outfit she was wearing came alive.  A buzzing vibrator unit built into her crotch began to throb, and the suit began to pulse around her breasts - massaging and teasing her.

"Ooooo fffffuuuccck," she groaned... going cross-eyed as the most intense sexual pleasure she had ever known throbbed through her body.

"Listen to my voice aspirant.  I'm going to train you to be a gym instructor, but also to be like me.  Strong, powerful, bitchy.  You are going to become better than other women.  The protein shakes and exercises we will do will change your body to look like mine.  The programming I give you will alter your mind to turn you from a pathetic loser into a winner."

"Nooooooooo," groaned Michelle, writhing in pleasure her teeth clenched in ecstasy as the suit's vibrations increased and a strange hypnotic pulsing began to throb through her headphones.

"You are a gym bitch.  You like to be superior to other women... you are a winner. You are better than your friends... better than everyone.  Now repeat..."

"Oooohhh, ahhhhh... I am.... I am a gym bitch, ooooh fuck I'm cumming!  I AM SUPERIOR TO OTHER WOMEN!"

As Michelle began to cum, Courtney began to work out on the screen.  "This first session will take one hour..."

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As the alarm rang at 5am the woman who had once been Michelle, stretched and yawned.  It was day five - the final day of her progamming and she excitedly sat up in bed, eager to begin.  As she began every morning these days , she drank a protein shake - groaning as the hormone enhanced liquid laced with drugs immediately activated her now super fast metabolism.  Her flat tummy growled as erotic fire washed through her body - and she stretched her fingers like claws, loving how slutty and dominant she felt.

"I am a bitch... I am superior", she hissed... loving the sound of the words in her mouth.

Laughing she padded out of bed and looked with disdain at Michelle's clothes.  "None of this shit fits me anymore, disgusting," she snarled.  Instead she slipped on the lycra outfit - which now fit her like a tight body glove.  It was made from some wonderful material - it never seemed to get dirty or sweaty.

Tying her long hair up - admiring how it had turned blonde just like Courtney's hair - she began her warm ups.  She wondered what all the people in her life were going to say when they saw the new her. She'd called work at the start of the week to tell them she was ill with food poisoning.  That could of course cause weight loss, but not as dramatically as what she'd gone through.

Her once flabby body was now toned and perfect. A combo of the drugs and the hypnosis helping her to become a Goddess,  Taut muscle bunched beneath her skin, and there wasn't an inch of fat on her. Her once small breasts were now perky and toned - her face bitchy and elegant with kissible lips and a cruel smile.  She looked like a spoiled, mean, gym-bunny... and that's exactly what she was.

Her warm up complete she turned on the video and let Courtney's programming wash over her whilst she bucked and writhed in her chair... groaning as the vibrator brought her pleasure again and again.  She'd recently learned to squirt and now she gushed as she touched her perfect body and revelled in how it felt to be a bitch.

"You are strong, dominating, gym-instructor. You see other women as inferior.  They need to know their place.  They need to serve you. You are a bitch.  You get off on being better than other people. You are hungry for sex, power and money.  You will have everything you desire."

"YES I'm a fucking evil gym bitch... take it all!  Take the last of the goodness out of my once pathetic mind. I want that Michelle bitch gone... make me better!" she screamed as she orgasmed and the programming wormed deeper and deeper into her mind.

"Michelle was fucking pathetic.  I... I am Ella now!  YES!  I'm fucking Ella the gym-Goddess!"

Ella squirted hard, screaming and laughing in delight as her corrupt new personality took full control and every vestige of the woman she had once been was overridden.  

"Congratulations Aspirant.  The training ends here.  You are now just like me - a fully qualified instructor.  Thank you for watching, but don't forget to order our other instructional videos."

Ella turned off the video and grinned.  Now it was time to go see Mika and show her the new her.

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Mika had been upset to hear that Michelle was poorly, but happy when her friend had texted her saying they should meet for coffee. She was sitting drinking one, when an incredible blonde woman in a tight black dress strutted over and sat opposite her.

"Oh I'm sorry - this seat is taken, I'm waiting for a friend..."

The blonde smirked, "Don't you recognise me bitch?  It's me... Michelle, only you can call me Ella now."

Mika was stunned.  Her mouth actually dropped open.  Now she looked, she could see it was Michelle, only a Michelle that was stunningly beautiful and fit.  A Michelle with a perfectly toned body. How was this possible?

"H... how?"

Ella laughed, "The training video you convinced me to try, turned out to be even better than expected. The shakes and the training transformed me in a matter of days. Now hurry up and drink your coffee - we're going to your house for a fitness session.  It's time for you to get fit too. Or do you want to be disgusting and fat the rest of your life?"

"I... I... hey, you can't say that to me. That's horrible."

"What is?  That you're a pathetic fat loser?  It's true.  Look at how disgusting you are compared to me. We really need to get you working out."

Mika gasped at how mean her former friend was now acting - but there was also something kind of hot about seeing how hot she'd become.  Mika felt a pang of jealousy.

"Are you going to use the same training you got? Am I going to become more beautiful too Michelle?"

"Something like that," smirked Ella.  "Now move your fucking fat ass and do as I say.  From now on, if I tell you to do something - you do it. And don't forget to call me Ella!"

"Yes.... Ella."

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Mika groaned as she did another squat jump and thought she'd pass out.  Groaning she collapsed to the floor and lay there panting and groaning.

"Is that all you can manage? Pathetic," sneered Ella as she effortlessly completed her jumps and looked down at Mika.

"You're worthless aren't you?  Repeat it."

"I... I'm worthless," sobbed Mika.

"That's right," grinned Ella as she admired her perfect body in the gym mirror, "not like me.  I'm fucking perfect. I'm a Goddess. You love being dominated don't you Mika?  At first I thought it was sweat on your crotch - then I realised when I was mean to you - you were getting wet.  You want me to take control of your worthless life and make you fit like me don't you?"

Mika nodded slowly.  It was true... why deny it? Ever since her friend had transformed she'd felt drawn to her.  She loved how cruel and mean Ella had become... somehow it spoke to something primal inside her than needed to be controlled.

"I'm a worthless bitch that needs to be controlled," she groaned.

Ella nodded approvingly and standing over Mika slowly lowered her ass down over her victims face.  "Mmmmh, that's a good girl.  Remember, even a worthless bitch like you can serve a Goddess."

Mika groaned as Ella's round sweaty ass lowered onto her face.  It smelt of perfumed sweat and perfection and she gasped as the smooth fleshy buttcheeks in their lyrca prison smothered her face.  

"Do you like worshipping my ass?" laughed Ella.  "Wouldn't you LOVE to have an ass like this? So soft and perfect?"

Pulling down her leggings to reveal her neatly trimmed pussy, Ella lowered herself back onto Mika's face.  "Lick my pussy slut - make me cum and show me how you lust for my superior body."

Mika moaned.  She couldn't believe she was doing this, but it felt so perfect as she began to eat out Ella and feed her superiority further.

"YES, mmmmh, make me cum Mika... make me fucking cum. We're going to do such wonderful things together as I make you my toy."

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"....fifty... and stop!"

Mika finished her sit-ups and sat waiting for her next command from Goddess.  A light sheen of sweat covered her skin, but she was far from the unfit lazy woman she had been a few months ago.  Her hair shaved short, she now looked more like some tomboy with a lightly toned body and well defined muscle tone.

Thanks to Goddess Ella, she was now fit and healthy.  Goddess liked her toys to be fit and healthy. Mika would do anything to please her Goddess.

"Good girl," smiled Ella and Mika felt the surge of serotonin she always got when Goddess said that. "You've come along so nicely.  No pet of mine is going to be some fat slug, now you're the perfect little sub to serve me aren't you?"

"Yes Goddess."

Ella nodded approvingly,  "Then bring that hot little body over her and worship me.  I'm horny and I want to cum."

"Yes Goddess."

"Mmmmh, after all - sex is definitely the best work out of all..."

THE END

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