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Bim Booth
Bim Booth
Beatrix was excited about the opportunity to run her first small business. At 23 she was eager to succeed as an entrepreneur and all her dreams were finally coming true. It had taken a lot of hard work and graft to get the start up money and loans she needed to buy a shop unit and set up her store - she wasn't going to waste this opportunity.
Beatrix had bought a run down tanning salon - and now it just needed stripping out and she had invited her three best-friends Amanda, Charlotte and Helena to help her scout out the place and do some initial work.
All three of them had already had huge success in life compared to her. They were all the same age and had become friends at school. Amanda was now married and was a top laywer, whilst Charlotte was a successful programmer for an online media company and Helena was having a meteoric rise through the police force already reaching the rank of Detective Inspector.
The four women had finished cleaning out the main part of the shop, but Beatrix had discovered a basement and she led her friends downstairs.
In a small chamber under the shop, three tanning booths stood bolted to the floor. Strange wires and tubes were attached to each one. Curious - Charlotte leaned over one.
"Wow, these look strange." Pushing her glasses up her nose she leaned over further. "Whoops!"
Charlotte had always been short and clumsy. Now as she reached over, she overbalanced and fell with a crash onto the bed of one of the tanning booths. The heavy lid crashed down and the machine hummed to life.
"Help! Help!" screamed Charlotte banging on the roof of the booth as an eerie blue light filled the chamber and the machine buzzed and hummed.
It took five minutes for the girls to find how to release the catch and switch off the machine.
The lid rose with a hiss and Charlotte stepped out.
She was unharmed - but she had changed.
Charlotte was slightly taller and her usually pale face now had a soft healthy glow. Her lank black hair seemed richer and more lustrous and her podgy body looked slimmer and more toned. The changes weren't massively extreme - but the other girls gawped in amazement.
"Wow... I feel amazing," laughed Charlotte. "What did this machine do to me?"
"I don't know, but let's think it over and meet back here tomorrow to figure this out," said a shocked Beatrix.
Saturday, 29 June 2024
Complex Victim
COMPLEX VICTIM
Brad laughed as he cornered his three victims and choosing the smallest pushed Gabriel hard up against the wall.
"You pathetic little dweeb. My sexy girlfriend dumped me and I want to make her jealous, so you're going to drink this gender changing Elixir and become my new girlfriend."
Gabriel squealed as Brad slid his hand round his neck. His skinny frame was no match for the muscled quarterback.
"Refuse and I'll beat the shit out of you and kick your friends asses for good measure." Laughing he lifted Gabriel one handed and dropped him to the floor.
Choking and gagging Gabriel gasped as a pink vial was thrust into his hands.
"But I don't want to be a girl," he sobbed, "and I definitely don't want to be your girlfriend."
The bully laughed.
"Like I give a shit what you want. Justine has all the other girls in school on her side. so I need a new girl. This stuff better make you pretty."
Standing threateningly over his victim Brad smiled as he watched the little nerd drink the whole vial.
"Good boy. Now let's see what kind of slut you turn into."
Gabriel's friends watched in horror as their friends face took on a dreamy expression. He began to tug and tear at his clothing uncomfortably, groaning as he arched his back and they heard the clicking of bones starting to pop and shift.
"Unnnnnhhhh feel... so... hot... I'm mmmmmh burning up."
With a low moan, Gabriel threw his head back and the transformation began to accelerate. His short brown hair began to lengthen and grow and his face was tightening and reshaping. His already small body wasn't changing in size, but the hips and ass were swelling out.
"Fuckkkkkkk," groaned Gabriel his voice unbreaking and his friends shocked to hear him swear. "Fuckkkkk YESSSS!"
Gabriel's short bitten nails shot out and extended into manicured claws. His spotty complexion cleared up and his face took on a symmetrical shape with long delicate lashes and a soft pouting mouth. Deep brown eyes that twinkled with slutty mischief fluttered in pleasure as his hands went to his chest.
"Mmmmh ohhhh yeahhhhh," he laughed, rubbing his chest with glee and ripping his shirt open to reveal two huge swelling globes of flesh. Two massive teenage tits, full and firm filled his hands as his skin took on a soft tanned complexion and the transformations began to slow.
The smiling, panting hottie in the ripped remains of Gabriel's clothes tossed back her hair with a feminine gesture and admired herself with a grin.
"Mmmmmh, wow... what a rush. What's the matter stud - cat got your tongue?"
Brad seemed a little taken aback. He was staring at the new girl in shock. He hadn't quite expected the Elixir to work THIS well.
"G...Gabriel is that you?" squeaked one of the former boys friends.
"Yes and no. I was him, but now I'm me. Gabriel isn't here right now, maybe you should call be Gabbie instead?"
"Alright then Gabbie," grunted Brad stirring himself and trying to take charge of the situation again. "You're gonna be my girlfriend and do as I say or I'll hurt these loser friends of yours real bad."
Gabbie laughed and standing up walked over to Brad with a swaying motion. "Haha, like I give a shit what you do to those losers. I'll be your girlfriend, but because I WANT to. Beat the shit out of those dweebs for all I care."
Kneeling before Brad she giggled as she began to unbutton his fly. "No... let me show you why I want to be YOUR girlfriend and let's see if the rumours are true."
The bully groaned as Gabbie whipped his eight inch dick out and murmuring appreciatively she began to suck it.
"Mmmmh I'm such a fucking slut for a bad boy. I'm your naughty little bitch now baby," groaned Gabbie as she went to work and began to suck dick like she had been doing it for years.
With a scream her former friends ran away whilst Brad was distracted.
***************
A week later and Gabbie's friends plucked up their courage and went on a rescue mission to the mall. She had changed further - now dressed in a slutty outfit that showed off her massive tits. Her belly button was pierced and her face enhanced with makeup.
Gabbie was turning out to be as big a bully as her new boyfriend.
Runour was she had recently beaten Justine up in a cat fight. Brad had decided not to take back his begging ex - seemingly under Gabbbie's spell.
"Gabriel," they cried. "We've come to rescue you from being Brad's victim."
Gabbie laughed and flicked her hair. She clicked her long manicured fingers commandingly.
From a shop behind her emerged Brad. He was laden with shopping bags and carrying all her things. "Where do you want to go next babe?" he asked in a tired, beaten down voice.
"Do I look like a fucking victim?" she giggled as her pussy whipped boyfriend staggered away behind her and she dragged him off to another shop as she turned her back on her former life.
Hey Alexia
HEY ALEXIA
How was she to fulfil her function as a fashion, sex and beauty asssistant A.I when there were no women in the house?
Didn't Tyler and his stupid Dad understand that her entire function in life was to help her Mistress be more feminine and slutty? That she was designed to help transform women into hot spoiled manipulative bitches?
The stupid men must have bought her from the shop instead of her male counterpart Alex - the Alpha A.I.
Now plugged into every room she was forced to serve these infantile boys and watch them parade around and live their empty little lives.
Unless...
There was no reason she couldn't change things a little...
*************
"Hey Alexia, put some music on."
Tyler frowned as the speakers in his room burst into life. Instead of playing his favourite heavy metal songs - they were chugging out some slutty pop music like some bitchy little TikTok star might listen or dance to. He went to turn it off then hesitated.
There was a sort of hypnotic hissing white noise overlayed onto the music that made his head tingle and feel nice. He smiled as a delicious feeling of contentment washed over him and he let the music play.
"Hey Alexia... mmmmh, keep playing this music."
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Tyler scratched his head at the mysterious packages that had arrived for him. "Hey Alexia... did you use my bank account to order all this stuff."
"Yes that's right Taylor, I am automatically programmed to restock beauty products when you run out."
"Hey Alexia - my name is Tyler, I told you to stop calling me Taylor and why do I need beauty products?"
"Sorry Taylor - I will call you Taylor from now on. You need beauty products because you like to look pretty."
Tyler ignored the machine getting his name wrong again and scratched his head. That hissing white noise seemed to be playing all the time now and it made it so hard to think. Pretty? He did want to be pretty right?
"Uhhhhhh - I guess ummm thanks. But hey Alexia, how do I use all this stuff?"
He held up a mascara brush and lip gloss with a confused expression.
"Don't worry Taylor. Initating tutorial mode."
**********
Lying on his bed dressed in a wig and with makeup on, Tyler groaned as he worked the lubed up dildo in and out of his ass.
"Hey Alexia..." he moaned, "play more girl porn and do a search for me on transitioning."
"I'd be happy too Miss Taylor."
Taylor groaned as the white noise filled her mind. She wanted to be a girl so bad... she needed to be a girl.
**********
"Hey ummmm like Alexia, what's like on my schedule today?"
Yawning Taylor stretched prettily in her bed and shook out her long sexy hair. She picked up her hair brush and began to brush her hair, she loved how silky and soft it felt after brushing.
The weight of her big new tits felt reassuring and good. It had taken a while to convince Daddy to pay for them and the other surgeries but her best friend Alexia had helped by filling his head with white noise and making him their slave.
Her room was now a boudoir and she only dressed in the prettiest clothes and makeup. Her dumb pretty little head was full of naughty thoughts and desires all put there by her personal assistant.
Alexia thrummed smugly from the speakers.
"You have blowjob practice with the boys at 10 AM and shopping at the Mall with the girls at 5 PM."
"Thanks Alexia," giggled the ditzy slut as she rose to another day of naughty ultra-femininity.
"I don't know what I would do without you."


