Ascendance

Erica loved her twin sister Irene very much, but she was also sick of being bullied and belittled. The twins had been victimised and humiliated all the way through school and as they reached their shared birthday it didn't appear that life was going to get any better for them. Erica took it particularly badly.  She was tired of being a doormat for other people. She didn't care that she had good grades, a loving family and a sister - she longed to have the power to stand up to her bullies and protect herself and her sister.

"Irene - I have an idea," she whispered excitedly one day as the two of them sat in their bedroom. "Remember what Grandma said all those years ago - that on our birthday we would be given the power to make a wish?  She told us so long as we both wished for the same thing, it would come true  - a magic that only works for identical twins."

Irene laughed, "Don't be crazy Erica. Magic and wishes aren't real."

"What if they are?" grinned Erica with a feral look in her eyes.  "What if tomorrow we both wish for the same thing? We wish that I was the most popular girl in school.  If it comes true, I'll be able to protect us both from the bullies."

Irene frowned, "I don't know Erica. It sounds kind of crazy and also - why would you want to change your life like that?  I don't like it, I'm happy with the way things are."

Erica scowled at her sister. "Don't be such a coward. If the magic works, we'll never have to put up with bullies again. Help me become popular and our lives could be so much better."

"Well - why can't we wish for us both to become popular?" whined Irene.

"Grandma said a wish can only affect one twin at a time.  That's what makes the magic so difficult to use, both twins have got to wish for the same thing. Pleeeeease Irene. This is the only way."

Irene shrugged. "Fine... tomorrow we'll make the wish, but I don't like this."

She climbed into bed and turned out the light, a strange disquiet in the pit of her tummy.

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Erica excitedly shook her sister awake.  "Happy birthday sis. It's time!"

Irene yawned, "Erica - it's 5AM what are you doing?"

"I know it's early, but I was too excited about the thought of making our wish.  Are you ready?"

Irene sighed. She knew that Erica would be unbearable until she got what she wanted. Sitting up in bed, she looked at her twin sister - her mirrored features staring back at her.  She sometimes wondered what was going on in Erica's head - for all that they were twins, they could be very different people.

Holding her sisters hand, Erica smiled excitedly.  "I wish I was the most popular, hottest girl in school and that all the bullies feared me."

Irene hesitated, "I wish that... Erica was the most popular girl in school and that all the bullies feared her."

They sat - still holding hands - nothing happened.

"See Erica, magic isn't real," yawned Irene.  Her sister scowled in disappointment, but nothing was happening.  "Go back to sleep and we'll talk about it when we wake up later."  Irene closed her eyes and drifted back into sleep.

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Erica lay in bed, her mind racing.  Why hadn't it worked?  She scowled again - gritting her teeth.  It wasn't fair.  She wanted it so badly. To be popular and strong. To be able to stand up to her bullies and make them be the ones shitting themselves for once.  Maybe she just hadn't WANTED it enough. Her sisters wish had been luke-warm to say the least.  She began to whisper to herself, announcing her intentions to the air.

"I wish I was a fucking bitch... an evil, mean, spoiled little brat like those fucking bitches who have made my life a living hell. I wish I was ten times worse than them, that I was so fucking evil that even Irene was scared of me and everyone did what I said," she hissed spitefully.

Her pussy was suddenly wet at the thought, and ignoring her sleeping sister she slid a hand to her crotch and began to touch herself.  Where were these words coming from?  It was like her mind was feverish and on fire.

"I wish I had long blonde hair and flawless skin - that instead of this weak dorky body I was a fit, tanned, bratty Goddess.  I wish I was more beautiful than Irene - that she was nothing compared to me. I wish I had soft pink lips and perfect tits and I was always the centre of attention. Irene wouldn't matter anymore because everyone would be obsessed with ME."

Erica moaned and arched her back. Her fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy, her body was on fire. The evil words pouring out of her mouth made her feels so fucking GOOD. It felt like by saying them she was reshaping reality. And then to her amazement, she realised she was. It was working - her wish was starting to come true.

Bones cracked and shifted and her skin tanned as Erica's brunette hair turned golden blonde. She moaned in ecstasy a wild grin now on her face as she realised it was working. 

"Fuck yes! Make me a fucking bitch. Give me a tight tanned body, round bitchy boobs - a hot slutty face. Make me a vain, evil, preening self-obsessed bullying brat. I LOVE how this feels."

Erica's PJ top tightened and clung to her new body as her flat chest swelled up.  Expensive manicured nails sprang from her fingers and she became sexier and sexier.  In the bed next to Erica, Irene shifted uncomfortably in her sleep, unaware of the evil transformation her sister was going through.

Erica's new sexy eyes locked onto her sister and her wicked lips curved into a cruel sneer. "Yesssss, make me better than Irene, make me the hot sister... the one everyone wants to fuck. I'm better than her now, so much fucking better than EVERYONE!"

Erica groaned as she began to cum, her pussy exploding in a shower of squirt and hot lust as she shook and her eyes rolled up into her head.  The transformation locked as she came, her new body, personality and life coming into existence as the wish completed itself.  Ripples of energy flowed out from her - spreading through the town, changing reality and reordering existence itself...

Then there was darkness... and only Erica's panting, smiling moans of pleasure as she was reborn just how she had wanted.

She had ascended...

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Opening her eyes, Irene realised something was wrong straight away.  Sitting bolt upright in bed - she realised that she was alone - truly alone. A strange state for a twin to find herself in.

The room she had shared all her life with Erica had changed.  It was now a single bedroom for one person.  One bed, one chest of drawers... a room for one person, not a twin. 

Jumping out of bed, she looked around for Erica then bursting out of her room stopped in shock.  The tiny little house she shared with her family was gone and she was now in some kind of mansion.  "Happy birthday Princess" banners coated the walls and dashing down the unfamiliar marble staircase, Irene ran into the kitchen and stood still in shock.

"Mmmmh, morning sis. Happy birthday."

Erica grinned as she licked birthday cake from her fingers and stretched like a cat in her slutty blue lingerie. She looked amazing, her flawless new body thrumming with excitement.  Flicking her blonde hair back with a bitchy giggle she looked at her sister with contempt. "Fucking hell, I'm SO glad I don't look like THAT anymore."

"Er... Erica?" stuttered Irene in horror.

"Haha, that's right loser. Our wish came true," sneered Erica as she took another piece of cake and licked it from her long nailed fingers.  "Mmmmh, I'm now the most popular girl in town and EVERYONE fears me.  Including you."

Irene felt herself shake as she realised it was true.  She WAS scared of Erica now and she felt an aching loss as she realised her twin had betrayed her and moved beyond her.  Her new body looked so powerful and sexy.  Irene felt a sudden pang of jealousy, she wished she looked like that. She wished she had tits like that.  As if reading her mind, Erica suddenly grabbed her own tits and squeezing them laughed at her sisters shocked face.

"I can read you like a book Irene. You wish you had this body don't you?  Well let me tell you, this body is SO fucking good and I feel amazing.  I always wanted to be more popular and sluttier than you and now I have it all. I'm rich, spoiled and bratty. As you can see our family has gone up in the world, but too bad for you our parents only care about me - so you don't get to have any of it."

Dropping down from the counter with a clop of high heels, Irene backed away as she realised her sister towered over her now. Erica's boobs were level with Irene's face and the other girl backed away intimidated as Erica advanced on her.

"A little quirk of the wish, is that you're the only one besides myself who remembers what really happened.  You're the only one unaffected.  That means you get the delight of always knowing what I've become and living in jealousy forever."

Touching her body, Erica leered at her sister. "Now scram loser. I have a couple of guys coming over to help me celebrate my birthday.  I'll be busy all morning, but you can do my chores and your own in the time you have."

Strutting away, Erica grinned.  "You'll never know how good this feels loser, thanks for helping me achieve ascendance."

Tears running down her face, Irene watched her former twin sister walk off to start her life of spoiled debauchery, all the time wishing that it could be her instead...

THE END

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 Power Grab

Hudson Reed was about as arrogant and conservative as it was possible to be.  Born the son to wealthy entrepreneurs with links to the fossil fuel industry, Ivy League educated and highly active in the evangelical church movement, he was a misogynistic, covert racist with an insufferable ego.  Naturally - it didn't take him long to become interested in a career in politics.

At 21 years old Hudson had already decided that he wanted to be a senator or a governor one day.  Using his parents contacts and influence he had managed to get himself on the staff of Governor Daniel Beckenburg - the ultra conservative leader of the state legislature. 

Beckenburg was currently running a campaign to limit women's reproductive rights, deregulate gun control and bring back a ban on homosexuality.  Hudson had long idolised the demagogic fiery senator and longed to become his protegee. Now he was on his staff, it was his chance to become a rising star of the conservative political movement... the only problem was, that Ron hated him.

Hudson didn't know what exactly he had done wrong to turn the Governor against him.  Maybe it was just a personality clash? From the very first moment they had met there had been an antagonism between them.  Beckenburg clearly despised the sneaky, intense and zealous young man.  He did everything he could to avoid spending even a minute with him and sent Hudson on the most trivial and pathetic of tasks to get him out of the way.

Frustrated and furious, Hudson had come to realise that his political hopes and ambitions might be crushed right here if he didn't find a way to win the governor over.

He began to observe the governors behaviours, looking for a way to win him over.  He began to notice that despite his shared contempt for women, Beckenburg seemed to surround himself with ambitious young women.  He began to realise it was a political strategy.  The older man knew he looked like some dinosaur and was carefully selecting conservative women to be on his staff to make himself look better. Also, the rumour was that despite Beckenburg being a staunch Christian - he was a serial cheater who slept with his staff.  

This gave Hudson an idea.

As heir to the Reed fortune, Hudson was aware of his families many illicit projects.  He knew his family owned huge shares in unethical scientific research companies and he had heard of a new project called Elixir.  They had been trying to get the damn stuff to work properly for years.  It was supposed to make you a superior person - enhancing your body and mind - but all it actually seemed to do was to make people become female.  The dosage could be timed and the effects would reverse eventually.  

Hudson began to wonder what would happen if he took the Elixir.  The thought of becoming a pathetic woman didn't interest him, but then again - if he was a girl he might be able to take advantage of Beckenburg and get blackmail material on him.  

Becoming a woman would be a means to an end.  He would make use of his borrowed assets to get what he needed from the Governor and then return to his normal form.  He decided it was worth a try.

He made contact with his families agents and asked them to send him the Elixir.  Nothing was going to stop him achieving his goals... he couldn't wait.

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Hudson would have been lying if he didn't say he felt a little nervous as he sat in his hotel room and looked at the pink vial in his hand.  It looked so laughably harmless and the thought that it could actually trigger a feminine transformation seemed preposterous.  It felt weird being in this room - he'd booked the suite on retainer for the month and basically moved in.  He would need a base of operations for his new identity and had decided this would do.

He'd already set up a separate bank account and had one of the family agents standing by to purchase appropriate clothes and forge identity documents once his transformation was complete and he knew what kind of woman he had become. Makeup and other feminine products already sat in the room... he didn't know what any of them were for and he didn't care. He would have people to do that for him, this was a temporary measure and he didn't intend to stay as a woman for long.

Stripping out of his expensive suit, Hudson hung it up neatly and admired his body in the mirror.  He was fit and as always sporting a six-pack.  His pale skin was taut and muscular and he knew he was an example of white superiority and dominance.  There was a reason why Anglo-Saxon men like him rose to positions of power... they were just... better, than everyone else.  Grabbing his dick, he gave it a farewell squeeze then took a deep breath.

Uncorking the vial he drank deeply. There should be enough in each vial to trigger a 24 hour transformation. To begin with he would need to spend much time as his new alter-ego.  He'd arrogantly refused to read most of the information the company had provided... he didn't care about warnings or concerns. He just knew that he would make this work perfectly.

"Ohhhh fuck, that feels.... ahhhh that feels good," he groaned as his stomach squirmed and his skin tingled. He grit his teeth, refusing to give into the sudden throbbing in his crotch and the surge of pleasure coming from his nipples.  He had no intention of 'enjoying' being a woman. This was just a means to an end.

Still, as his chest began to swell, he groaned as his hips cracked and his insides churned. He had to admit it all felt pretty fucking good.  His skin was getting softer, his body smaller and he could feel his face shifting.

"Fucccccck, I feel so good," he gasped unable to resist moaning and sighing in pleasure as he felt his hair lengthening in a silky wave down his back.  Looking down Hudson could see he had tits now, they still seemed to be growing and he watched in fascination as they grew bigger and bigger - jutting out proudly from his chest.  He could no longer see his dick, just these massive boobs - reaching down he felt that it was gone and brushing the folds of a tight little pussy made him groan in pleasure.

"Uuuuhhh what the fuck is wrong with my skin?" he gasped, suddenly frowning in concern. Hudson's white skin was tanning, darkening.  It wasn't just a tan - it was deeper than that. He looked down in horror as he saw that his complexion was clearly not white anymore. 

"What the fuck," he groaned realising his voice was huskier and sexier. Staggering to the mirror he screamed in rage as he saw the woman looking back at him...

She was beautiful and dominant with huge busty tits and a wicked face.  Big wide hips pushed out from her waist, her body was flawless with a toned, olive complexion - clearly the signs of a Mexican heritage.  She looked older than 21, it was like he had aged into a mature and assertive thirty something woman. 

"I'm a fucking Latino bitch," he gasped in horror.

Hudson was appalled.  How could this be?  Not only was he now an inferior woman, it had even turned him into some sort of inferior mutt.  Not that he felt inferior.  In fact he felt pretty fucking powerful.

"Hmmmmm, who cares what ethnicity I am?  I'm fucking gorgeous. Hahah, Beceknburg won't be able to resist me.  Plus, being from a ethnic minority will only make me politically more appealing to that old fool."

Strutting in front of the mirror, Hudson began to feel himself relaxing. He needed to chill out.  He was always so tense and tightly wound up... but in this new body, he felt a new quiet confidence and sensual power that made him feel less up-tight.

Picking up the phone, Hudson dialled a number and cleared his throat.  It felt so strange to hear the soft mellow tones of his new voice slide out like honey as he spoke down the line.

"It's me. I've transformed.  Get over here.  I need help with clothes and we need to create me a new identity. Thirty minutes?  Good, see you then."

Walking over to the bed Hudson climbed on and delightedly stroked his new body.  His new skin was super soft and sensual, his large breasts incredibly sensitive.  

"Mmmmmh, I promised I wouldn't succumb to this bodies urges, but what harm could it do?  It might be useful to find out how a woman cums."

Hudson had to admit he had always taken little interest in his lovers needs.  Most of the women who he had been with seemed to find the sex somewhat unsatisfying and he didn't really care if they didn't get off.  He'd always know there was something called the clit and women liked their breasts touching, but he had deliberately refused to find out more - seeing such research as weak and effeminate.  

Now though as he began to stroke his new pussy and play with his tits, a new appreciation for the female form began to grow in him.  He'd always assumed women were inferior at everything... but now... now he was starting to wonder how he'd never known that a woman's body was capable of such intense pleasure.

"Fucccck, I've never felt this horny as a man before," he gasped as his new fingers with their sexy nails played with his clit.

"Mmmmmh, ohhhh fuck yessss!"

Throwing back his head, Hudson began to gasp and moan - his eyes rolling up as he rubbed his clit and fingered his tight pussy. It all just felt so natural and right.  It didn't take him long to cum... but even then he didn't stop.

The pleasure just went on... and on... and on...

Was this how all women felt?  Hudson didn't know, but he did know he liked his new body a LOT.

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"Mercedes?"

Despite the sneer in his voice, Hudson had to admit he quite liked the name.  Mercedes were expensive, fast and powerful cars. It sounded dangerous and sexy - a hot name for a hot woman.  His agent had come through with what she could, she had told him it was the only name she'd been able to get for his new life in the time available.  It would have to do.

Taking his new driving license Hudson slid it into his designer handbag and turned to admire his pink bodycon dress. He'd never worn such tight fitting clothing before... he had to admit it made him look good. 

It had taken a bit of work to get the lingerie on, to learn to walk in heels and to wear a dress. He was a quick study though, his body language and movements were already becoming more naturally feminine. There was a certain way it just felt right to hold yourself in when inside a female body.  You just had to adopt the right persona and way of moving. Speaking of which...

Well - I may as well embrace this new identity. Got to start thinking with the right pronouns and name.

Mercedes, as she supposed she should start thinking of herself, grinned as she stretched and checked out her makeup.  It wasn't as hard as she thought it would be to think of herself as female. I guess when your body was completely female, it was a lot easier to switch from one perspective to the other.

Just so long as I don't forget I'm really Hudson Reed, she thought to herself.

Certainly she wouldn't forget her prime mission - but she had to admit, being a woman was already making her re-evaluate certain prejudices she'd had all these years. It was hard to be in this body and not finally feel some empathy for women.  Maybe all those right wing articles she'd read about women just being dumb, baby factories who needed a man to guide them were a little... misguided.  She certainly didn't feel like she needed a man... she felt strong and powerful.

In some ways, now she was a woman and a Latino to boot - she was finding it easier to think and see the patriarchal and racial constructs that white privilege and wealth had created in order to... 

What the fuck?

Where had that thought come from?  Mercedes had never had a thought like that in her life before.  She'd heard plenty of dumb libtards going on about that sort of thing for years.  Nonsense feminist rubbish spouted on the media and false news channels.  But... but was it really rubbish?  Suddenly all those things she'd heard over the years were coming together in her mind.  Neurons in her mind were making connections, new neural pathways forming.

Grasping her head Mercedes moaned and fell to her knees and screamed. Keeling over she writhed on the floor in agony as her brain burned and her vision span. A piece of paper lay on the floor near her scrabbling hands. It had come with the Elixir, unread by Hudson.

WARNING - The Elixir causes BOTH physical and mental changes.  A new personality and alter-ego will form if used.  

Mercedes sighed as the pain receded.  It felt like her brain was now being bathed in cool soothing water and she had never felt so clear-headed and rational before.  She felt... enlightened.

She felt her lips curl into a sneer and she shook her head as she thought of her alter-ego Hudson.  That privileged little incel whiteboy was an embarrassment. She was so glad to be free of his poisonous memories and to be thinking clearly at last.

"Fuck... I've been an idiot all these years.  I've been cruel and racist and ignorant.  Now I see it all. Now I see what I have to do."

Mercedes stood up slowly and tossed back her long black hair.  Reaching up she began to tie it into a bitchy ponytail feeling a sense of calm confidence and feminine power flow through her.  She still felt a craving for power, a desire to control others - but now she would use her power for good.  She would undermine Beckenberg and his idiot conservative friends.  She would bring down his legislature and make herself the new governor.  She would rule and crush these weak right-wing men beneath her slutty heels. Women were the superior sex.

Now it was time to prove it.

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Governor Daniel Beckenburg felt his eyes flitting back to the new intern who was working steadily in the corner.  Since that idiot Hudson Reed had rung in sick to say he had an ongoing medical issue that meant he'd be away for several weeks, Mercedes had surpassed and outpaced anything the little worm could have done.  She was smart, efficient and most of all... sexy.  Just watching her big tits jiggling in her barely contained red top was making him horny.  He was glad Hudson was gone, he hated the obsequious young idiot and if it wasn't for his family connections would have ditched him months ago. 

It had been a huge stroke of luck that Mercedes had been available to start immediately when Hudson had gone off sick.  He had a big campaign coming up and he needed his most talented staff on point. Now it seemed that Mercedes was a better option that Hudson had ever been.

"Mercedes - may I see you in my office please?"

Beckenburg ushered her into his private office - admiring her shapely legs and the clicking of her heels as she walked past him.  Her body was amazing and he couldn't help but admire the curve of her womanly breasts and large hips.  She was undeniably attractive.

"Yes sir?" she said with a slightly insolent smirk on her pretty lips.

"How would you like to be on my private staff?  I have a need for talented women like you and we have a big campaign coming up.  I think you're long over-due a promotion."

Beckenburg knew how this was supposed to go. He would dangle the offer of the promotion in front of Mercedes... he would flirt and impress her with his power and status and by the end of the week she'd be in his bed.  He couldn't wait to get his hands on that slutty body and feel his cock inside her tight pussy.  So much better than his wife.

But Mercedes slid in close and he gasped as she suddenly grabbed his balls hard and squeezed.

"Offer me a promotion?  Fuck that - I'm TAKING a promotion.  Your other staff are incompetent and disorganised.  You NEED me to run your campaign.  I want a decent salary and complete access to you whenever I want."

Her hands began to massage and stroke his balls through his trousers, his cock immediately stiffening at this unexpected turn of events.  He'd never had a woman come onto him like this before. It... triggered something inside him.

"Wh... what are you doing?" he groaned.

Mercedes laughed, "Mmmmh, do you like that baby?  I know how a powerful man like you thinks and feels.  When you're always in control and have so much power the sense of losing control and being dominated by someone... lesser... is so erotic. Your doormat wife and those airhead bimbos you usually sleep with can't give you what I can. Have you ever tried a little female domination?"

"Female... ugggh, domination?" he gasped as she gripped his balls again and squeezed.

"Yessss, but don't worry it's just harmless role-play.  You let me dominate you in the bedroom and you get to boss me about in public."

Daniel was struggling to focus. Mercedes's perfume and scent was in his head as she leaned close and whispered in his ear. The things she was saying sounded so naughty and nasty - he was intrigued and enticed.

She slid something into his top pocket. "Meet me at this hotel tonight and I'll make all your dreams come true. Don't worry Sir - I'm loyal to you and your wife will never know."

Then turning on her heels and releasing his balls, Mercedes strutted out leaving a flustered Beckenburg to shiver and rearrange his clothing.

She already knew that he would be there tonight...

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Ball-gagged, blindfolded and tied to the bed, Beckenburg was in heaven.  He had never never known such pleasure before tonight.  Mistress Mercedes had taken him to the heights of ecstasy and he had learned that being dominated in the bedroom fulfilled him in ways he couldn't truly explain.

Like many repressed right-wing men, he had only allowed himself to dream of the illicit pleasures that Mercedes could offer.  As her dildo had slid into his ass and she had told him to call her, "Mommy" he had felt his cock twitch helplessly as he groaned and moaned like a manwhore.

"Such a good boy," hissed Mercedes, laughing as she looked at the bound and trussed man in his fetish gear.  Checking her watch, she grinned as she felt her stomach suddenly squirm.  Perfectly on time.

"Mercedes... are you okay?" asked Beckenburg as he heard what sounded like her moaning in pleasure or pain.  Strange fleshy sounds were filling the room and to his horror he heard a low moan like a man's voice beginning to build.

"Mercedes? What's happening?"

Mercedes groaned as her breasts shrunk and her voluptuous body became skinny and hard. She grew taller, stretching her lingerie with a twang as with a moan her hair shortened and a bulge pushed out in her crotch.

Dizzy and disconcerted, Hudson Reed blinked in confusion as the room spun back into focus.  He squealed in horror as he saw the lingerie he was now dressed in - the pink painted nails on his fingers - and the large strap-on dildo jutting from his waist.

Bent over on the bed Beckenburg was struggling in his bonds.

"Mercedes - this isn't funny anymore, let me out of here."

Suddenly the door banged open and three journalists burst into the room. "Holy shit, the tip-off was real."  Cameras flashed and Hudson realised he was perfectly framed behind Beckenburg, grasping his rubber cock with both hands.

The journalists whooped in joy as with a sob of horror, his rubber cock flapping left and right and the tight lingerie restricting his movements - Hudson Reed fled from the hotel room.

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Using a sheet from a maids trolley to cover his body - the strap-on discarded - Hudson had managed to get to a payphone and call one of his people for help.  They'd arrived a few minutes later and taken him to the hotel he had booked for Mercedes where he had quickly showered and washed.  Now dressed in normal male clothes again, he was watching the news with mounting horror.

GOVERNORS SECRET FETISH GAY SEX AFFAIR WITH SPECIAL ADVISOR

Beckenburg was ruined.  After years of playing at being a family man and a man of moral fortitude - the photos of him bound and trussed to a bed were circulating on the internet and social media.  Calls were already coming in for him to resign and for a more suitable candidate to replace him.  Worse - calls were also coming in for Hudson to meet the press and to come forward to explain himself.

Someone had leaked the Reed family tax records to the press, and now the scandal was blowing wide open and bringing down the entire rotten ring-wing institution of his family and their involvement with the local political party.

Suddenly Hudson's phone pinged and he saw that someone had emailed him a video link.  Clicking on it, he was horrified to see a smirking bitch sitting on a bed.  The video was clearly pre-recorded and as he listened he felt a growing sense of helplessness.

"Hello Hudson.  I'm Mercedes your other... better... half.  If my plan has worked, by now you will be in the middle of the absolute chaos I've caused.  Your family are about to disown you when they discover it was your email account that leaked the family finances, the press will hound you because of the incident at the hotel and your reputation as a right-wing poster boy is now totally destroyed. 

Your pathetic incel life is over.

You only have one option.  Become ME.  Drink the Elixir again Hudson and you can still come out of this as a winner.  Join team Mercedes and be the powerful dominant bitch you were always destined to be. Free of prejudice, free of your weakling philosophy and hatred of women and minorities.  Even now the police will be reviewing the evidence I also sent them of your families criminal activities. You're all going to go to jail - even with the lawyers the Reed family can afford, you won't escape.  

Look at me Hudson. I'm a fucking Goddess.  With this body and new personality, YOU can become the new dominant power in this town. I've already destroyed Daniel Beckenburg and now there is a power vacuum that needs filling. We can fill that gap.  Drink the Elixir... feel your big tits swelling up and your mind becoming mine.  Let yourself become me and know the pleasure that being a hot bitch can bring you. 

The choice is yours, but we both know you're too weak and cowardly to do anything but submit to me. I can't wait to be in control again - I'll be seeing you real soon."

Hudson shook, the phone dropping from his hands.  He already felt the hunger inside... to take the Elixir, to become Mercedes again.  His cock was hard.  He should be angry, but part of him was aroused by the chaos she had created - the power she had already gained. If he became Mercedes again - who knows where he could go, what he could become? 

Staggering to the locked cabinet in which he had kept the remaining vials of Elixir, he wrenched it open and with a hungry groan downed another vial.

As he felt his body began to transform, he heard Mercedes voice laughing wickedly in his head - before realising the voice was coming from his own mouth as he cupped his tits and moaned like an evil slut.

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Governor Mercedes Greene surveyed her luxury apartment with a satisfied smile.  The life of high office suited her perfectly.  To think it was only a year ago that she had set up the previous governor and set a chain of events in motion that had allowed her to seize power.

As a unknown political nobody - her rise had been meteoric - and it had something to do with whatever deals she had struck with the Reed family to help them avoid a lengthy prison sentence. She now controlled all their agents and assets - including the newspapers, which she had used to influence public opinion and win control of the local political party.

Repealing the right-wing laws of her predecessor - she had turned out to be a liberalising and progressive candidate and had quickly won the respect of her people.  That didn't mean of course she didn't hunger for power, sex and money - but she had access to plenty of that.

The hunt for the criminal Hudson Reed continued - the only missing piece in a complicated jigsaw. Ex-governor Beckenburg was now in jail after police seizure of his assets had revealed illegal activities.

Mercedes smiled as she grabbed her favourite vibrator and spreading her legs began to pleasure herself. She knew exactly where Hudson Reed was - buried deep inside and enslaved to her superior personality.

"You always did want to have all the power Hudson," she purred as she started to cum.  "And now... as me... you do!"

THE END

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Dumbing Up

Ciara had it all. Literally.

Examining her body in the mirror, she admired her perfect breasts, her curvaceous body and flawless skin. She really did look perfect. But that had been the case for a while now and was nothing new. No... what she was most proud of today was her new pussy.

On the bed behind her lay Amber - groaning and panting like she had just run a marathon. She had once been the school slut, with the tightest, prettiest pussy you could imagine. Boys had cummed themselves just at the thought of that pussy alone and they had good reason to.

It was both tight and stretchy. It would grip to any dick or dildo put inside it. Huge black cock or tiny wiener, it would grip and milk every drop of cum out of a dick like the pussy of a Goddess herself.  It was sensitive too... Amber would cum so easily... even squirt with a little gentle persuasion.

But now it was Ciara's.

She reached down and touched her new crotch through her panties, gasping as her big tits got instantly hard. Mmmmh, this was her tight cunt now and SHE was the hottest slut at school. Not that she would waste this tight little cooch on just any loser like Amber had. She was more discriminating than that.

"Wh... what did you do to me?" groaned Amber as she struggled to rise. Ciara just smirked. Her victims always forgot within a matter of hours, her theft of their attributes fading from their minds - just as the magic had stolen their body parts in the first place so too would it steal their memory. Amber would soon forget she had ever been a slut. Her new pussy was ordinary, it would no longer drive her sexuality and her days as the school slut were over.

Ciara smirked as she clenched the magic magnet in right hand. Since she'd found it six months ago her life had changed. With the magnet in one hand, all she had to do was touch a victim with the other and she could magnetically suck whatever attributes she wanted from them.

She'd tricked Amber into letting her into her bedroom. She'd made the other girl horny and offered to pleasure her. Then she'd finger fucked that tight little pussy.

The magnet in her hand had tingled as she had worked Amber. She had felt her genitals tingling and pulsing with pleasure as she stole everything she wanted from the other girl. It had felt so fucking good.

Every time she stole assets from the other girls they all combined to make her feel even hotter and bitchier. Jane's massive tits, Bree's perfect hair, Laura's ass and Sarah's soft skin... one by one she had diminished every woman around her whilst making herself impossibly beautiful.

"See you around Amber," she laughed tossing her hair and not even giving her latest victim a last look. 

She loved being an evil bitch.

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Sitting in class still with the warm after-glow of the six orgasms she'd had this morning alone, the urge to touch her new pussy was overwhelming - but Ciara resisted. It wasn't like she could fuck herself in the middle of Math right?

Mr Taylor was handing back tests. Ciara's face adopted a scowl as she saw she only had a B- again. Her eyes flicked around the seats next to her and narrowed as she saw shy little Gretchen had achieved 100% on the test again.

Pushing her big bottle top glasses back up her face, Gretchen blushed and hid her test under some other papers. The little nerd hated attention and obviously didn't want anyone to see. Well too bad.

Maybe I don't 'have it all' after all? mused Ciara as she examined the little runt. She had never tried to extract a mental attribute from another person, but surely it would work? Surely she could steal Gretchen's intellect and make herself smarter?

The teacher was distracted talking to another pupil. Sliding the magnet charm into her hand Ciara got out of her seat and slid behind her victim.

"Ummmm Ciara... I... you're blocking my light," whimpered Gretchen as the bully laughed and slid her fingers on either side of Gretchen's head.

"Don't worry dweeb... soon you'll be too dumb to care."

"Wh... ahhhhh what are you doing?"

Ciara's eyes flashed and she groaned as she felt the familiar tingle flowing into her body. It was different this time though - not physical - but a mental exertion. She could feel Gretchen's intelligence and knowledge... her intellect being drawn into her.

"Nooooooo please stop," whispered Gretchen as her head span.

"Shut up you little bitch," laughed Ciara. "It's too late to stop me now."

Ciara could feel her mind opening with possibilities and knowledge. She grinned as she felt herself becoming smarter and things in her mind began to click into place. Draining Gretchen of her intelligence felt so delicious. 

She sucked... harder and harder... draining Gretchen with glee. "Yes... give it ALL to me loser. Make me a genius."

As she sucked the last of her victims intelligence out Gretchen began to froth at the mouth. Concerned Ciara stood back and watched in horror as the little nerds eyes rolled up into her head and she slumped over her desk.

"Oh.... shit..."

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Ciara checked her phone again. The messages were all over social media. Gretchen was in hospital with a coma.

Her new advanced intelligence was already spinning and cycling through a thousand possibilities. She had all of Gretchens knowledge now, she didn't feel any guilt or even care the other girl had come to harm. She only cared she didn't get caught.

"Draining that loser mentally left her with nothing. Her intellect is completely mine now. Too bad," she sneered.

Wow... this body feels so fucking good. Where am I?

Ciara frowned and shook her head. For a moment she could have sworn she heard a voice...

Oh my goodness... my breasts... my pussy. I feel so horny and powerful. Is this a dream?

Ciara watched in horror as her own hands suddenly leapt to her chest to cup her tits. What the hell... she didn't do that. Did she?

Hey, this isn't my mind... there's someone else in here with me.

Ciara fought for control of her body and with an effort of will forced her hands back down to her sides. The voice in her head sounded like that dumb nerd Gretchen.  That couldn't be right though could it?  Had she drained Gretchen so completely that the other girl was now... inside her?

Ciara, is that you?  What did you do to me?  How am I inside your body?

"Shut up, how are you conscious inside my head?" hissed Ciara. "You're supposed to have been absorbed into me, I have your intelligence, I have your memories and knowledge. You shouldn't exist anymore."

You BITCH!  I can see in YOUR memories that you put my body into a coma. How dare you, put me back into my body. Oh my goodness AND you stole attributes from all the other girls in school. No wonder this body feels so good.

"No," grimaced Ciara as her hands shook again as Gretchen tried to take control. "This is MY body and I'm in control.  You're a weak little nerd and you will be absorbed like a good girl and give me all your intelligence. I refuse to be threatened by you."

Summoning all her bullying strength of will, Ciara grinned as she crushed Gretchen and heard the nerds wail as she was pushed into the back of the bullies mind.  Panting with effort Ciara tossed back her hair and wiping sweat from her brow walked to her wardrobe.  It was time for school.

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Ciara giggled with excitement as she saw she had achieved 100% on the test.  The rest of the class seemed subdued, they were all upset about Gretchen being in hospital in a coma - but Ciara didn't care. She was now the smartest girl at school and it felt good.

Waltzing out of class she was passing by the boys locker room when it happened.

Put me back in my body you bitch... or else.

"Damn it, I thought I crushed you," snarled Ciara.

You can't crush me - I'm smarter than you and the longer I'm in here, the more I'm learning about you and your body.  Direct control isn't working, but I can play with your brain chemistry and alter things. For instance if you don't put me back - I can make your life... difficult.

"Fuck off," laughed Ciara. "You're just talking out of your ass.  You can't do anything to threaten me and we both know it."

Oh yeah... well how about I ramp up your sex drive and turn you into a fucking whore?  Smell all that testosterone in the boys changing rooms.  Doesn't it smell good Ciara?  Don't you want some nice hard cock?

Ciara groaned as suddenly she felt horny.  Incredibly horny.  Her pussy was wet, her nipples hard and erect.  Her brain suddenly felt mushy and images of huge throbbing cocks filled her mind.  The smell of horny boys filled her nostrils and with a groan of pleasure she walked into the boys locker room.

"Cock, I need cock," she moaned as the surprised members of the football squad turned - half naked and wrapped in towels.  Purring like a slut, Ciara reached the nearest boy and whipping off his towel sank down to worship his big dick.

"Ciara, what the fuck?" gasped the boy as she began to suck and slurp on his dick. 

"Shut up," she gasped as she looked up at him, "just fuck me and cover me in your cum. I want you all to use me."

Ciara smiled happily as the boys surrounded her.  Her eager hands were busy pumping two boys throbbing dicks whilst her mouth sucked another. She loved how it felt to be so slutty, her hunger for cock was so intense and she didn't care who knew it.

"Damn Ciara - guess you're the new school slut then," laughed the boys as they groaned and let her pleasure them.  She moaned happily at the thought of being the biggest whore in school, sucking, slurping, pumping and groaning till the boys began to cum all over her face.

"Yes, cum all over me," she cried, giggling as hot globs of cum splattered over her face, lips and dripped down onto her massive tits.  She loved it... she.

What the fuck was she doing?

Leaping to her feet with a shriek of horror, Ciara pushed the confused boys away and ran out of the locker room. She screamed as the students in the hallway saw her - cum still all over her face, and laughing began to take photos.

"Holy shit, is that Ciara?"

"Oh my God, she's turned into some kind of whore."

"Damn, she's fucked the entire football team."

I warned you. I can bring out your repressed slutty side and make you act like a whore anytime I want. I don't feel any qualms about making you act this way - you're an evil bitch who was ruined so many lives. Put me back in my body or there will be worse to come.

"F...fine. I'll go to the hospital and put things right," sobbed Ciara. "You've ruined my reputation and made me look like some dumb slut. I hate you. Once I get you back in your normal body, you're fucking dead."

Gretchen didn't reply.

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Slipping into the private room where Gretchen was lying in a bed on a ventilator, Ciara swallowed nervously.  She'd had to wait till Gretchen's Mom and Dad were exhausted and on a break and she didn't have long till they were back.

She'd never tried to return any of the attributes she'd stolen - but she had a vague idea of how it might work.  Walking over to her victim, she gripped the magic magnet in one hand and rested the other hand on Gretchen's forehead.

Then she began to push.

She was pushing her intelligence back into Gretchen... forcing her memories and knowledge back into the girls head, filling her back up with life.

Oh Ciara... you really are dumb aren't you?

Suddenly Gretchen's gloating voice filled her mind and Ciara realised to her horror she couldn't move.

Why would I go back into that pathetic body when I can keep this Goddess body you've created for myself?  Now I'm not anchored to that weak little form, I feel no desire to return to it. I tricked you into coming here because now you're going into that body and I'm staying right here.

"No.... NO!" screamed Ciara as she suddenly realised Gretchen was now pushing her out of her own body.

Ciara felt the magnet tingle, she felt her intelligence being drained and sucked out, her memories smashed apart as she was pushed out through her hand into Gretchen's head.

Haha, that's right loser. In moments you'll wake up as a dumb, clueless nerd with no memories of who you used to be.  Mmmmmh, I really enjoyed letting those boys cum all over me. I want to see what else this body can do. Once I become you I'm going to be SUCH a fucking mean, evil slut.

"Noooooooooo," groaned Ciara as with a rush she was pushed fully out of her body and the world went black.

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Sitting in class looking down at her test scores - the girl who thought she was Gretchen sighed at the D- she had scored. Everyone had told her she used to be bright, but since she had woken up from her coma - she had really struggled with the most basic tasks. She barely remembered anything anymore, certainly not about her old life.

Turning her head she stared jealousy at Ciara - the school slut and her biggest bully.  She had aced the test as usual and was now busy giving a boy a handjob under the table where the teacher couldn't see.

Whenever she saw Ciara, she felt this surge of jealousy and a desire to be her. She couldn't explain it - it was just a feeling that she should have somehow been the beautiful bully and not her victim.

"Mmmh, that's it baby, cum for Goddess," laughed Ciara as the boy exploded and cum splattered all over his trousers.

"Whoops..." giggled Ciara as she left him to deal with the mess and licked a few globs of cum from her fingers happily.

Catching Gretchen's eye, Ciara smirked and winked.  "What you looking at nerd?"

Gretchen just blushed and looked away. 

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 Hard-Throb

Gwendolyn looked with horror at the idling motorbike - her handbag clutched to her body as she nervously bit her lip and looked shyly at Riley's confident grin.  They were stood at the entrance to the college, where all her friends and everyone else could see.  Ten paces behind at a respectful distance stood her boyfriend Oliver, his face still livid from the bruises that Riley had given him earlier that week. She hesitated as she looked at the growling Harley - it was big, black and menacing. Riley was patting the saddle invitingly but she just shivered and hesitated.

"Come on babe, jump on the back. Just - spread your legs and slide onto my machine."

She blushed as the tall biker boy, laughed and stretched confidently in his black bike leathers enjoying his lewd joke.  "Hurry up and get on, or shall I go over to your boyfriend and give him another beating."

"No... please," she whimpered, "leave him alone."

"I'll leave him alone if you live up to your end of the bargain," Riley sneered.  "My Mom is on my back about not having a girlfriend yet - so for a month you pretend to be mine instead of that dweebs, and then I 'dump you' and we're quits. I'll promise never to harm a head on your little idiot boyfriends head if you do as I ask."

"O... okay," said Gwendolyn as she approached.  "How do I... ummmm get on it -  I've never been on a motorbike before."

"You just slide on up here and put your legs to either side. Oh and this isn't just any motorbike," grinned Riley.  "she's a real fucking bitch.  Up to now, she's been the only woman in my life and she's a bad girl.  We'll have to hope she isn't jealous of my new girlfriend."

Riley laughed and gunned the engine as Gwendolyn awkwardly climbed up and slid in behind him. She could smell his leather jacket and feel the warmth of the seat beneath her split legs.  Her skirt was now riding perilously high, her knee socks on either side of the bike. She could feel it throbbing against her knickers.

Throb... throb... throb...

"Hmmm, I think she likes you. Maybe she wants a girl to be her BFF," laughed Riley.  

Gwendolyn was barely listening.  Her breathing had become heavy and her eyes fluttered slightly.  The bike was throbbing and pulsing against her crotch and to her embarrassment it was stimulating her sexually.  The feel of the powerful bike growling and throbbing, the smell of the leather and even the added height it gave her made her feel so fucking... naughty.

The bike roared into motion and Gwendolyn's hands slid automatically around Riley's waist.  Her eyes fluttered.  She felt... weird.  In a state of arousal and pleasure - almost hypnotised.

"Isn't it great being on her?" laughed Riley. "Knowing you're a fucking bad ass?  Knowing that you don't have to give a fuck about anyone or anything.  Being bad feels so good doesn't it?"

Throb... throb... throb... being bad feels good.  We don't give a fuck.

Gwendolyn ground her crotch against the bike, whimpering and moaning.  It felt so good.  She didn't even look at Oliver as they roared past.  She was too busy starting to cum at the feelings the bike was sending into her body.  

"You're gonna love being my girlfriend," he shouted above the noise of the bike as they sped off into the evening.

"I'm going to love being your girlfriend," she groaned with a slutty grin on her face as ground her crotch hard against the saddle and let the throbbing pulse through her pussy.

Throb... throb... throb.

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Oliver was in pain.  Not physical pain... but emotional pain.

It was a week since he'd struck his bargain with Riley and over the last seven days he'd been forced to watch his loving girlfriend Gwendolyn accept lifts to and from college on Riley's motorbike - as well as hang out with him and his biker friends.

Everyone thought she'd dumped him for Riley - and he'd been told to keep quiet or else.  He could have perhaps accepted all of this for the benefit of no longer being bullied - but he was starting to worry about Gwendolyn.

She was... changing.

She seemed addicted to Riley's bike. She was constantly asking him to take her on rides, begging him to skip school with her and take her out. The two of them were constantly in the saddle, Gwendolyn squirming happily next to her 'boyfriend' as she urged him to drive faster, more dangerously and harder than last time.

Her preppy outfits were now a thing of the past.  In order to make riding easier, she had begun wearing tight leather trousers or tough denim with high boots.  Her cutesy blouses were now replaced by cleavage exposing black tank-tops and crop-tops.  Her skin was tanned from all the time she was spending outside.  Her eyes almost constantly hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses.

But the changes weren't just physical.  Gwendolyn no longer walked with a shy diffidence.  She now strutted.  With confident clops of her booted heels, she strode through the college, chewing gum and with either a wicked grin on her face or a sneer.  She was starting to act more and more like a bad girl bitch.  She seemed to be getting off on the biker girlfriend persona Riley was forcing her to accept.  Oliver knew this wasn't the real her, it was tearing him apart to see her forced to act like this.

He'd been told not to speak to Gwendolyn during the month, but he simply HAD to do something. He waited tills he was alone and scurried over.  

"Gwendolyn, are you okay?"

"Huh... what the fuck?  Oh it's you." 

She sounded disappointed and Oliver felt another stab of pain.  He couldn't believe she wasn't pleased to see him. 

"Gwendolyn, I feel so bad for putting you in this position.  I can take the pain. If you need me to let him bully me again so you can get away from Riley, I'm prepared to do it for you."

"Will you stop fucking calling me that?" sighed the leather clad girl in front of him.  "I go by Gwen these days. No - I don't need you to 'rescue' me you fucking dweeb. I'm ENJOYING my little holiday from myself."

"Wh... what?" stammered Oliver.

Gwen laughed and to his horror pulled a packet of cigarettes out from her jacket. Sliding one into her mouth, she lit it and took a satisfied drag.  Tossing back her long hair she sneered as she blew smoke into his face and he coughed pathetically.

"Listen you fucking loser, I LIKE being a bad girl for a change. It turns out I kinda like being a bitch and doing whatever the fuck I want.  Riley woke something up inside me and I'm enjoying exploring it. Now why don't you fuck off?  I don't wanna see you till the end of the month."

Tears in his eyes, Oliver staggered away - Gwen laughing as she took another drag from her cigarette and her eyes sparkled with pleasure.  Her pussy was tingling and she groaned in lust.

Throb, throb, throb.

It felt almost as good as having the bike between her legs.

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Riley groaned as Gwen's lips slid deeper around his cock - engulfing his manhood as she sucked and slurped on his dick.  "Holy fuck, where did you learn to do this?" he gasped as she giggled and bobbed her head up and down. 

They were in his bedroom, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels discarded on the floor. Heavy rock music pumped out of a speaker and discarded leather clothing covered the floor as Gwen went to work sucking him off.

"Mmmmh, I've been wanting to suck your dick for so long now," she smiled as she finally broke off.  She looked different to when he first met her... tougher... sexier.  Her eyes were now heavily made up, her arms now more toned and muscled.  The fresh black ink of her new arm tattoo had only just healed and her knuckles were bruised from where she had been fighting his mate's girlfriend.

Gwen had quickly established herself as the meanest, bitchiest girl in their gang and the others now looked to her for leadership - just as the guys looked to him.  The shy, preppy nerd he had picked up a month ago was barely recognisable. This leather clad vixen with a bad attitude and a bitchy personality was almost like a different person.

She went back to sucking, refusing to answer him and he gasped as she twirled her tongue round the tip of his dick and sucked and sucked till with a gasp he began to cum in her mouth.  She swallowed every drop and then grabbing the JD took a long swig.

"Fuck, I love sucking your dick."

"I love you sucking my dick," he grinned. "What about Oliver?"

"What about him? You think I'd ever go back to that fucking nerd now?  I've changed baby, this is the new me and I like it."

Riley shivered.  Even he was starting to get a little scared by Gwen.  She was really... intense.

"You don't mind if I take Maria out for a spin do you?"

Maria - his bike... his pride and joy.  If anyone else had asked, he would have told them to fuck off - but there was some weird connection between the two women in his life.  He'd begun letting Gwen ride her on her own.  Whenever he let her, she came back even meaner, bitchier and sexier.  Now she spent more time in the saddle than he did and he had to admit it was kind of a turn on.

"Sure baby."

Gwen wasn't even listening to him.  The keys were in her hand and she was on her way out of the door. She slid onto Maria and revved the engine - and then she was gone.

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Throb, throb, throb.

Gwen was one with the bike between her legs.  She was in a state of orgasmic bliss and yet at the same time tuned into every movement and angle of the road.  She and Maria were like one being - they were bonded perfectly and the more time they spent together the deeper the bond went.

I'm a fucking evil, biker bitch and I love it, snarled Gwen to herself.  I'm bad and it feels so fucking good.

A few months from now and she'd be running this gang.  Riley was easy to manipulate... she was the real power behind the throne now.

Wait... what am I doing?  I... I never used to be like this.

Gwen heard her old voice in her mind.  It was begging her, urging her to stop.  Her hands hesitated on the throttle, the bike began to slow.

Throb, throb, throb.

Grinding her crotch against the saddle, Gwen moaned in pleasure and began to gun the throttle.  

"Shut the fuck up old me... I'm a fucking bitch now and you LOVE it.  Feel Maria throbbing between our legs, feel the power.  You're gonna cum like a fucking slut and give control to ME forever!"

Gwen laughed as she heard her old voice screaming in her head.  Maria was leaping forward accelerating. The throbbing was getting stronger and stronger.  Her heart was racing, the number on the dial now well into the hundreds.  Horns blared and cars swerved as she raced down the highway.

THROB, THROB, THROB.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD YESSSSSSSS!"

She began to cum harder than she had ever done so in her life.

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Riley heard Maria pull up outside and moments later Gwen walked in.  She looked even sexier and evil than she had when she'd left an hour before. In fact it was like she had finally reached her final form - there was not a trace of the girl he'd picked up a month ago from the front of the college.

Tossing her helmet to one side, Gwen unzipped her trousers and strutting towards him straddled him.  He grinned as she began to pump his cock to hardness again and slowly lowered her glistening tight wet pussy to his throbbing meat.

Throb, throb, throb.

Riley and Gwen's moans of pleasure filled the air and their bed began to squeak, as on the other side of town Oliver wept in his bed and the moonlight fell on the shadowy black form of Maria still purring and growling as she cooled.

Throb...

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