Membership Benefits

 

The girl standing in front of me looks nothing like the guy who moved into the spare room six months ago.

Lyle had been—well, Lyle. Skinny arms, patchy beard, the kind of guy who wore the same hoodie three days running and thought a big night out was extra cheese on his pizza. When he told me he'd signed up for some bougie gym called Aphrodite Elite on January 2nd, I'd laughed. Told him I'd see him back on the couch by February.

I wasn't wrong about the couch. But I was wrong about everything else.

The changes started small. His skin cleared up first. Then his voice got softer, his jawline narrower. By week two, he was wearing his hoodies differently—baggy in the shoulders, tight across the chest in ways that made my brain short-circuit. By week three, the beard was gone, and something else was very much there.

Now it's January 31st, and Lyla—she'd insisted on the name change around day eighteen—is standing in front of the full-length mirror in our cramped living room, completely absorbed in her own reflection.

She's wearing green camo cargo pants that hang low on her hips and a crisp white blouse—but neither garment is doing its job anymore. The blouse hangs open, buttons undone from collar to hem, framing her torso like a gallery display. The cargo pants are shoved down around her thighs, bunched up over her knees, forgotten entirely.

And underneath? Christ.

Thin olive green lingerie. Transparent. The bra is barely there—just a strip of sheer fabric that does absolutely nothing to hide the dark circles of her nipples, the perfect swell of her medium-sized tits. The matching panties are worse. Or better. I can see everything through that gauzy material—the neat strip of dark hair, the soft mound of her pussy, the way the fabric clings to every curve and fold.

She's gorgeous. The kind of gorgeous that makes you feel inadequate just for looking. Tanned skin that glows like she's been sunbathing in the Mediterranean rather than sweating in some industrial estate gym. Long chestnut hair tumbling past her shoulders. A tight little waist that flares out into hips I've spent the last week dreaming about. Her tits are perfect handfuls pressing against that sheer olive fabric, and her ass—Christ, her ass looks like it was sculpted by someone with very specific tastes.

She runs her hands down her sides, watching herself in the mirror with naked admiration.

"God," she breathes, turning slightly to check her profile. "Look at me."

She's not talking to me. She's talking to herself. I might as well not exist right now—she's too busy tracing the curve of her waist, cupping her own tits through that transparent bra, biting those plump glossy cock-sucking lips as she admires what the gym made her.

"Fucking perfect," she murmurs.

Then she catches my eye in the mirror's reflection, and something shifts in her expression. The self-worship transforms into something sharper. More calculating.

"I've been thinking," she says, finally turning to face me. She doesn't pull her pants up. Doesn't close her blouse. Just stands there in her olive green lingerie like it's the most natural thing in the world. One manicured finger rises to press against her lower lip. "The VIP membership renewal is due tomorrow."

I know what's coming. I've known since she gave me that first blowjob two weeks ago—when her technique went from 'enthusiastic amateur' to 'should be illegal' overnight. She's been training me. Conditioning me.

I know it. And I still can't stop staring at her nipples through that sheer fabric.

"It's like, so expensive, babe." She pouts. Actually pouts. Her free hand drifts down to rest on her bare stomach, fingers splayed across that tanned, toned flesh. "Three hundred a month. And I'm just a poor girl now, you know? No job. No savings. Lyle's bank account doesn't exactly work for Lyla."

"You could just—" I start, but she cuts me off.

"Cancel?" She tilts her head, lets her hand drift lower, fingertips teasing along the waistband of those transparent panties. "I could. I'd lose all my gains though. Like, all of them. The transformation reverses if you stop going." She sighs dramatically. "Lyle would be back. No more of this."

She gestures at herself—the open blouse framing her body, the sheer bra, the tiny panties that hide nothing, those thighs that I've imagined wrapped around my head every night this week.

"No more blowjobs for you, baby."

There it is. The hook.

I should say no. I know I should say no. This is manipulation. This is financial domination wrapped up in transparent lingerie and lip gloss. Three hundred a month is insane—that's my beer money, my takeaway fund, half my disposable income gone just because some magical gym turned my nerdy housemate into a walking wet dream.

But Lyla's already moving closer. I can smell her perfume—something sweet and expensive that definitely wasn't in Lyle's budget—and beneath that, something else. Something warm and musky that makes my cock twitch traitorously.

"You've been so good to me," she murmurs, sinking to her knees in front of the couch. Her open blouse slides off one shoulder. Her hands slide up my thighs. "Letting me stay even though the old me is basically, like, gone. Buying me all those cute outfits." She glances down at her lingerie with a smirk. "Letting me practice my new skills on you every single night..."

Her fingers find my zipper. I should stop her. I should have this conversation like an adult, discuss boundaries and expectations and the fact that I'm essentially being blackmailed with blowjobs.

But her hand is already wrapped around my shaft, and she's looking up at me through those long lashes with an expression that's somehow both innocent and utterly filthy, her tits swaying slightly in that see-through bra.

"So you'll pay for it?" she asks sweetly. "For me?"

"Lyla—"

"Pleeeease?" She strokes me slowly, her grip firm and confident. "I'll make it worth your while. I'll be so grateful."

I think about my savings account. I think about the raise I was planning to use for a holiday. I think about how much I hate myself for what I'm about to say.

"Fine," I hear myself mutter. "I'll pay for it."

Lyla's face lights up—and then her mouth is on me, and fuck, every rational thought I've ever had just evaporates.

She's good. She's obscenely, impossibly good. Whatever that gym taught her, it wasn't just physical transformation. Her tongue swirls around my head while her lips create this perfect seal of suction, and she takes me deeper with every bob of her head, moaning like she's the one getting pleasure from this.

"Mmmmmh..." The vibration travels straight up my spine.

I should feel bad. I do feel bad—somewhere, in some distant corner of my brain that isn't currently drowning in sensation. I'm being used. She's got me exactly where she wants me, paying for the privilege of watching my housemate become more and more of a manipulative little bitch every month.

But those soft pink lips are sliding up and down my cock, and her hand is working the base in perfect rhythm, and when she pulls off with a wet pop to look up at me, her eyes are sparkling with wicked triumph.

"I knew you'd say yes," she breathes, her hand still stroking. "You're so easy, baby. So predictable."

I should be offended. Instead, my hips buck up involuntarily.

She giggles—actually giggles—and licks a long stripe up the underside of my shaft. "Tell you what. Since you're being such a good boy..." She pauses, lets the anticipation build. "If you pay for a whole year upfront—that's, what, thirty-six hundred?—I'll let you fuck my ass."

Jesus Christ.

My brain does the maths against my will. Thirty-six hundred dollars. That's my entire emergency fund. That's six months of being financially reckless. That's—

That's Lyla's perfect, round, gym-sculpted ass, which she's now presenting to me as she turns around on all fours, the cargo pants still bunched around her knees, looking over her shoulder with a smirk.

"I've been working on it," she says, reaching back to pull those sheer olive panties aside. "Flexibility training. Relaxation techniques." The transparent fabric stretches, revealing both tight holes—her puckered little asshole and, beneath it, the glistening pink folds of her pussy. "I'm told I'm a natural."

By who? Who's been telling her that?

The question dies in my throat as she wiggles her hips.

"Well?" she purrs. "What do you say, baby? One year of VIP membership, and this—" she reaches back with both hands, spreading her cheeks, "—is all yours. Whenever you want it."

I think about Lyle. About the awkward guy who used to leave passive-aggressive notes about the washing up. About how simple my life was before some magical fucking gym turned him into this bratty, manipulative, heart-stoppingly beautiful creature who's currently offering me her ass in exchange for thirty-six hundred dollars.

I think about how wrong this is. How I'm being played. How she's probably going to push for more next month—a car, maybe, or a designer handbag, or whatever else her new feminine brain decides it needs.

And then I stop thinking entirely.

"Deal," I say.

Lyla's laugh is pure victory. "I knew it. God, you're such a simp." She spreads herself wider. "Come on then, baby. Come claim your prize."

As I position myself behind her—as I feel the tight heat of her ass start to yield around me—I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror across the room. Me, red-faced and desperate. Her, smirking like a cat with cream, her white blouse hanging off her shoulders, that olive bra pushed up over her tits, already tapping something into her phone.

The gym membership confirmation, probably.

Or maybe she's texting someone. Bragging about how easy I was.

I should care. I really, really should.

But Lyla pushes back against me with a theatrical moan, and I stop caring about anything at all.

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Later—much later—she's curled up against my chest, still wearing nothing but that dishevelled white blouse and the olive lingerie I never quite managed to get off her. She's scrolling through her phone while I stare at the ceiling and contemplate my life choices.

"You know," she says casually, "the gym's got this amazing new package starting in February. Premium Plus. Apparently it makes you, like, even hotter. Bigger tits, smaller waist, that sort of thing." She tilts her head back to look at me, those plump lips curving into a smile. "Only five hundred a month."

I close my eyes. "Lyla—"

"Six thousand for the year." She shifts against me, and I feel her hand slide down my chest, my stomach, lower. "That's a lot of money, I know. But I was thinking..."

Her fingers wrap around my cock—still sensitive, still spent—and she strokes lazily.

"The ass is nice, baby. You seemed to enjoy it." She props herself up on one elbow, looking down at me with those big brown eyes. The open blouse falls away, giving me a perfect view of her tits in that transparent bra. "But you know what you haven't had yet?"

She takes my hand. Guides it down between her legs. I feel the damp heat of her through those sheer olive panties—the panties that hide absolutely nothing.

"My pussy," she whispers. "My tight... little... pussy."

My fingers press against her involuntarily. She's wet. Soaking. The thin fabric is practically dripping.

"And here's the thing." She leans closer, her lips brushing my ear. "If you pay for Premium Plus—the whole year, upfront—I'll let you have it. Properly." Her teeth graze my earlobe. "No condom. Nothing between us. Just you... filling me up... as deep as you can go..."

My cock twitches back to life. She feels it. Of course she feels it.

"Mmmmmh." She giggles against my neck. "Someone likes that idea."

"Six thousand dollars," I manage. "That's—"

"Shhhh." She pulls my hand harder against her pussy, grinding down on my fingers. "Don't think about the money, baby. Think about how good it'll feel. Think about how tight I am. Think about coming inside me—" she moans softly, "—whenever you want. However you want. All year long."

I stare at the ceiling. I think about my credit cards. My savings. The holiday I'll never take, the car I'll never buy, the financial ruin this girl is cheerfully steering me toward.

And then I think about sinking into her bare. Feeling her wrapped around me with nothing in between. Watching her face when I—

"I'll think about it," I hear myself say.

Lyla's smile is radiant. Victorious. She kisses my jaw, soft and sweet, and settles back against my chest.

"I know you will, baby." Her hand keeps stroking, slow and teasing, keeping me hard, keeping me wanting. "I know you will."

And the worst part?

She's already got my credit card details.

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De-Scent 

For Rosie

Joe had never really been much into perfume - but it was amazing how a whiff of a particular scent could bring back a million memories and their associated thoughts and feelings.  It was over ten years since he had last seen his ex-girlfriend Kayleigh and he was now a married man - but as he walked through the perfume department of his local department store - he caught a scent that took him back instantly a decade.

He was here to buy a fifth anniversary wedding gift for his wife Rachel, but as he'd perused the counters he'd detected an illusive scent. It had taken him time to place it, but now he knew what it was and he felt the stirrings of memory and a rush of emotions.  It was the perfume that Kayleigh used to wear... it was the scent of temptation.

All at once he remembered Kayleigh's soft blonde hair,  her white creamy skin - those soft tempting lips and the feel of her warm body next to his as she arched in pleasure at his touch. The shop faded out as he was taken back in time to a moment of incredible pleasure.  He could almost feel his hands on his ex-girlfriends large firm breasts, and without even realising it he began to clench and unclench them. He remembered running a hand down to her perfect round ass, feeling it bounce back as he squeezed it possessively.  His heart began to beat faster and faster as a slutty giggling half-remembered voice purred in his ear.

Yessssss, fuck me.

Joe groaned as his dick got hard at the memory of Kayleigh's mischievous blue eyes and the feel of her yielding body opening up to him. Her voice had always been so powerful... she'd always been able to get him to do whatever she wanted with a little whisper.  That slight bitchy twang, that catch in her throat... the way she would whisper such dirty things into his ears.  In his memories, her hand was now on his cock - the perfectly manicured red nails guiding him in to her shaven slit as she pumped it slowly to get him hard.

That's it baby - put it in me... fuck my ass, my pussy, my mouth I WANT IT.  You need this baby.

Joe remembered the incredible feeling of penetration, the feeling of her impossibly tight pussy stretching to fit his cock.  Then her moans of pleasure as she slid her legs around him.  The smell of her perfume rose up around them - that perfect, feminine, floral smell.  That perfume that was unique to her.

Mmmmh, fuck me harder... 

Joe groaned... remembering how tight that nineteen year old pussy had clenched around his cock, how good it had felt to fuck Kayleigh.  He reached down, wanting to stroke his cock - to imagine it was Kayleigh's hand on his cock.

Yessss Joe, your soul is mine forever. You will never be free of me!  Now take ME!

He began to cum...

"Sir... sir are you okay?"

Joe became aware through a haze of erotic memories that he was standing in front of a counter with a demure young woman looking at him in concern.  In his pants he felt the embarrassing sticky wetness of a premature ejaculation. Meanwhile in his hand he was holding a small pink perfume bottle. Like some sort of zombie, he'd picked up the bottle and walked to the counter - all whilst reliving his erotic memories of Kayleigh.

He looked down at the bitchy pink bottle.

Eau D'ville.

Yes, that had been Kayleigh's scent.  He hadn't smelt it since she'd dumped him for a bigger, more exciting lover. That had been ten years ago, after it became obvious that his band weren't getting a record contract after all.  She'd moved away to become a model and fuck some other guy - and he'd ended up giving up his dreams of a career in music, marrying Rachel and becoming a data processor for a large company.

Shit... yes... Kayleigh.  She had been a wild bitch.  Spoiled, demanding, high maintenance... she had fucked like an Energiser bunny and cheated on him constantly.  She'd been a crazy party slut and was by far the hottest woman he had ever known.  Rachel sometimes felt like a compromise. He loved her... but he could never truly forget the power Kayleigh had had over him.  He would have been her slave forever if she'd asked it.

And now after all this time, here he was with a raging hard on remembering her scent and wishing he could still fuck her.

"Sir - that's a very rare bottle - do you wish to buy it?"

"Ummm, this?  My ex-girlfriend used to wear this I think," he stammered, knowing that at least no one could see his little accident through his jeans, but feeling unsettled and embarrassed none-the-less. 

"Oh - I doubt it sir," laughed the girl. "That's a collectors scent.  It costs $5000 for a single bottle alone. It's incredibly rare.  There were only a few ever made and I'm sure you wouldn't want to spend so much."

You need it.  Buy it... take the money from your savings if you have to.  Do it!  Spend the money on ME!

"I'll buy it," said Joe, surprising himself as much as the girl as he felt the ghost of Kayleigh whispering around his head. 

"Oh - okay then. Let me wrap that for you," she said surprised and slightly unnerved. 

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Joe returned home with three scents. A very strong aftershave for himself, the bottle of Eau D'Ville and a cheap scent for his wife Rachel.

"Damn it, what's wrong with me?" he gasped looking down at the wrapped packages. "I just blew my entire savings account on this stupid perfume."

He couldn't say why he had wanted the scent so much... not consciously anyway.  It was just so... nice.  Nice to remember the smell of Kayleigh and remember all those naughty memories from the old days.

Nice to remember when you had a real woman to fuck?  

Opening his front door, he smiled as Rachel looked up from the kitchen counter where she was busy chopping onions.  She'd just got back from work herself and was still in her business attire - a smart pencil skirt and white blouse.  Rachel was homely and quite pretty.  She was two years older than Joe and they had a great relationship.

"Hi honey, you been shopping?"

"Yeah, but it's a surprise," he grinned winking at her and she grinned back, knowing it was their anniversary soon.

"Ooooh, I can't wait to see what you got me.  Anyway, I was just doing some quick prep as I have to go round to my Mom's," she sighed, "do you mind getting the rest of dinner ready?  I may be a few hours yet - she's having another one of her episodes and trying to throw all my Dad's stuff away."

Rachel's Mom was going senile and so far attempts to get her into assisted living weren't going so well.

"Sure - can I help at all?" Joe asked concerned.

"No, just get dinner on please, I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Sure thing hun," he smiled, kissing her and stroking her soft brown hair.  "Ring me if you need anything."

Grabbing her car keys, Rachel blew him another kiss and left.

Placing his shopping down, Joe turned to start the dinner - then suddenly he caught a whiff of perfume from the bag on the counter.

You have more important things to do than the dinner...

Joe's cock began to twitch as he bent over the bag and breathed in more of the perfume.  Fuck, he hadn't felt this horny for weeks.  Reaching in he took the bottle and took another deep drag of the bottled scent.  

Yessssss, breathe it all in...

Ignoring dinner, half running upstairs, Joe lay on the double bed and ripping his pants off, began to desperately jerk off.  He began to pump his cock, trying to remember the images from before - but disappointingly, they didn't feel vivid enough anymore. It was like he needed a higher dose now of the perfume to get the same effect.  Unwrapping the bottle he sprayed the scent into the air and breathed deep.

Memories of soft flesh and tempting feminine whispers returned.  He began to relive his memories of Kayleigh and he felt his cock getting hard again. Yessssss, it felt so good.  The perfume was amazing... it was bringing back so many memories. His cock was rock-hard - this stuff was better than viagra!

Yessss Joe. Fuck me here on your wife's bed. 

Kayleigh's voice thrilled in his ears and he groaned in lust. That damn voice - he couldn't resist her.  But wait... this wasn't a memory was it? He hadn't been married to Rachel when he had gone out with Kayleigh.

Rachel is nothing compared to me.  It's me you want.  You want to fuck me again don't you Joe?  You wanna feel my hands on your cock, my mouth sucking your balls.  You want to be deep inside me again don't you?  

"Wh... what the fuck," gasped Joe as his cock suddenly pulsed and it felt like a phantom hand was stroking it. 

Shhhhh, don't try to fight these feelings.  The feelings only I can give you. The feeling of a hot nineteen year old sluts hands and mouth on your cock.  Remember how good it felt.  If only you HAD been married, you would have loved to cheat on your wife with a tight young slut like me right?

"Ooooooh fuck yes," gasped Joe as he fell back onto the bed and groaned in pleasure. His hand grabbed his dick and with the scent of the perfume in his nostrils, he began to pump and stroke his cock with enthusiastic glee.

Yessss, pump your cock Joe... your hand is my hand... your will is my will.  

Kayleigh's voice was right. It didn't feel like his hand anymore... it almost felt like Kayleigh's... it almost felt like she was there with him, pumping and sucking his dick.  Looking down through bleary eyes, he could see his hand going up and down. It looked different somehow... smaller, with long red nails.

"Wh...what the fuck."

Shhhhh Joe, just focus on the pleasure. Breathe more perfume.

The scent filled his nostrils and with a groaning gasp Joe began to cum... and it was the best orgasm he had, had for years.  Cum blasted out of his cock and he groaned, in physical and mental rapture as his cock throbbed and sticky cum landed all over his chest. 

"Oh... oh fuck that felt good."

Yesss, it feels good to breathe the scent, to listen to the whispers. Good boy... this is only the beginning. Now let's start again...

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Every married couple have occasional spats.  Rachel and Joe rarely argued, but tonight there had been a blazing row.

Rachel still didn't understand why the dinner hadn't been made when she got back from her Mom's. Joe had given her some flimsy excuse of realising he'd left something at the office and had to go back - but her suspicion was that he had never left the house.

Why he had lied to her, and what he had been doing for nearly two hours whilst she argued and fought with her Mom - she didn't know.

Rachel wrinkled her nose at the strange overpowering smell of the cologne her husband seemed to have splashed all over himself and the bedroom.  It was weird - almost like he was trying to cover up another smell.  What the fuck was he up to?

"Good night," she said coldly and turning away from him switched off her light.

Joe sighed.

He had masturbated six times already that evening and his dick and balls were drained.  He'd been unable to stop himself inhaling more of the perfume, listening to Kayleigh's phantom voice.  He had been unable to stop jerking off because it felt so fucking good.  Now his wife was in a foul mood.

Who cares what that bitch thinks?  I'm all that matters.

What the fuck is wrong with me?  Joe thought to himself.  When Rachel found out there was $5000 missing from their savings, she was going to be even more pissed off.  What the hell was he doing?  He couldn't afford this.

He lay in bed, wracked with guilt and anger - till he heard Rachel begin to snore.  Irritated he slipped out of bed, feeling a strange feverishness and restless desire.

He slipped into the spare room.  It was a smaller room, mainly taken up with wardrobe space where Rachel stored her clothes.  He would sometimes sleep in here if Rachel was snoring badly - though today he had also used it to hide the perfume.

That damn perfume, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Rummaging under the bed, he pulled out a shoe box and took out the perfume.

Do it. Spray it baby. Breathe it deep.

Joe felt his fingers push the spray and a fine mist erupted into the air.  He breathed deep, groaning as the delicious scent filled the room.

Breathe deeper... slower... spray the perfume onto your skin. Feel it on your body.

Joe had never worn women's perfume before but he sprayed it obediently onto his neck... his wrists.  The scent was now part of him... rising from his body.

His skin tingled and he felt hot.  His cock was hard again, but it felt strange... smaller almost.

Relax, let your mind slip into sleep.  Relaaaaaaax.

Joe felt his eyes begin to droop and then he fell into a deep sleep full of troubled dreams.

**********************************

Rachel awoke suddenly.  Her alarm hadn't rung, but something had jolted her out of her sleep.  She rolled over in bed and looked at the cold empty space next to her in bed. Joe wasn't there and hadn't been for sometime.  She might have panicked, except that wasn't actually unusual... he was probably just in the spare room next door.  Such were the joys of married life.

She sighed.  Never go to bed angry on an argument her Mom had told her before she had started to go nuts. She decided she would slip next door and apologise to her husband... or at least clear the air between them, after all SHE had done nothing wrong.

Walking to the spare room in her dressing gown, Rachel pushed open the door and coughed.  There was a strong sexy scent in the air. Was that perfume?

Walking inside, she flicked on the lights and gasped.

Her wardrobes had been thrown open and her clothes hurled all over the place.  A pair of her most expensive shoes and her slinkiest dress were gone and one of her spare makeup kits had been opened and evidently used.  The nice handbag her sister had bought her was likewise missing.  It looked like they had been burgled, but that the robbers had strangely only taken one outfit.

"Wh... what the fuck?" she gasped as she looked around.  The room was otherwise empty, there was no sign of Joe.  "Joe?  What the hell is going on?" she gasped.

But he wasn't there to answer her.

"JOE?  WHERE ARE YOU?"

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Joe opened his eyes and groaned.  He knew immediately that he wasn't at home.

Where the fuck was he?

Turning over he saw he was in a hotel room and there was a man in the bed next to him.

Oh shit.

Sitting up quietly, keeping his breathing under control, Joe smelled the stale scent of fading perfume. Kayleigh's perfume.  Opposite him on the wall was a full length mirror.  Joe's eyes widened as he saw his appearance and he slipped out of bed to quietly approach.

Joe's hair was longer, nearly back to his neck now and streaked with blonde.  His stubble was gone, his chest seemed puffy and his fingernails unnaturally long.  His skin felt softer - his body seemed smaller.  Between his legs his cock jutted, was it smaller?  

Some drastic physical changes had taken over Joe, yet even as he watched, his hair seemed to be getting... shorter and darker again.

It was like he was changing back into... himself?

But then - who had he been?

"Uggghhhhh," the man in the bed groaned and turned.  Joe felt his heart hammer and panic begin to rise. Then the man began to snore and Joe realised for the moment he was safe. The guy was young, perhaps nineteen and incredibly good looking. He was fit and muscled, with a strong chin and a handsome face.  Joe had never seen him before in his life.

Clothes were strewn around the room.  A smashed lamp was on the floor... it looked like someone had swept the entire contents of the desk onto the floor to make room for something.

As he walked towards it, a whiff of the perfume came out of nowhere. An image flashed into Joe's mind. A memory of being bent over, moaning as his big tits squished against the desk and his lover pounded his tight pussy hard from behind.  Yesssss, fuck me deeper. I LOVE this.

Trying not to be sick, Joe looked desperately around.  None of the clothes seemed to be his. He sort of recognised the dress... was it... one of Rachel's?

Seeing the other man's clothes on the floor, Joe began to gather them up and put them on.  They didn't fit him very well, but luckily the other guy was larger and soon Joe was dressed.  More importantly, when he looked in the mirror he seemed to be almost fully back to normal, both in size and looks. Gathering up the remaining clothes, he picked up a handbag and seeing it was open looked inside.

The perfume bottle was inside.

As the scent rose from the bag, Joe felt light headed and his skin itched.  A terrible urge to spray the perfume, to feel it on his skin rose up - but he resisted.

"I need to get out of here," he groaned, taking the bin-liner from the bin and shoving all the remaining items inside. 

Then before the man could awake, he crept away and left the room.

Joe had never run away from a hotel before, he kept calm and on the bottom floor used an unlocked and unalarmed fire-escape to leave.   He walked away and never looked back.

That guy was going to be so pissed off when he woke up with no clothes.

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Now he was in the light, Joe stopped by a car and checked his appearance in the wing-mirror.  To his surprise, his face still looked weird - and it took him a moment to realise it was because he was still wearing smeared makeup.

The last thing he properly remembered was going into the spare room last night - spraying the perfume himself.  It had felt so good - but then... he had fallen asleep?

What had happened to him?

What had he done?

He recognised the street where he was.  It was only a short bus ride home and he found some cash in the handbag in his possession. It was time to go home and face the music.

As he looked in the handbag he saw the perfume again.  "What the fuck is this stuff doing to me? It must be something to do with this perfume!  I have to get rid of this shit."

Reaching inside he grabbed the bottle and turned to face the wall.  All he had to do was throw and smash it and he would be free of whatever was happening.

Then he heard Kayleigh again.

Don't be such a big baby... you know what is happening to you and you like it.

"You're just an imaginary voice, shut up!" he gasped as Kayleigh's seductive voice entered his ear.

Imaginary? That's an interesting take loser. You've always been so fucking weak Joe. I was the one who made us strong all those years ago, and now I'm coming back to take control again.

"Wh... what are you talking about?"

You know what I'm talking about. You know what's happening.  Spray some perfume if you like.  Wouldn't you like to become me again?

Joe groaned as a hundred images suddenly flashed through his mind.  Memories of last night returned. Slipping into unconsciousness so that the Kayleigh personality deep inside him could take control.  The feeling of breasts swelling, skin softening, hair growing.  He remembered his lips curving into a wicked smile as his dick retracted and Kayleigh stood up, reborn and breathing her scent deeply.  

Then he was back in the present again, the bottle of perfume in his hand.

I was never your ex-girlfriend Joe. That was just some bullshit you created to protect yourself. I AM YOU.

"NO..... NOOOOO!" groaned Joe as buried memories returned and he clutched his head in agony.

You found the perfume when you were nineteen. You used it to become me.  You revelled in the slutty bitchy power I gave you.  Then you got all soft on me, tried to fight back.  Somehow you succeeded. You managed to rationalise that I was your ex-girlfriend, that I'd left you... you built a story in your mind that I was a different person.  You met Rachel, you got a boring job. You tried to bury me under your bullshit.

Joe groaned.  Memories were flooding back.  He had BEEN Kayleigh. He had been a spoiled, evil, bitchy sex machine.  The perfume had unlocked her... the magic perfume that never ran out and gave him the mind and body he thought he'd always wanted.

Then he'd got scared.  Kayleigh was taking control, he was becoming more and more evil.  Somehow he'd managed to fight free. He'd given the bottle away - it had been the hardest thing he'd ever done. After that there was no perfume, no way to transform into Kayleigh.  She'd been defeated and supressed - just a phantom memory that has mind had rationalised by constructing a false history.

It's too late Joe.  I'm back now! You can't bury me again.  You LOVE being a slut. Why do you think you went to the store where you knew you'd sold the perfume all those years ago.  Five year anniversary?  You realised how much you had come to hate your boring new life. You LONGED to become me again.

"NOOOO!" screamed Joe, though he knew with horror that it was all true. He looked down at the bottle in his hand. He wanted to use it again so much.  "NO... I won't."  He hefted it, but his hand wouldn't move. He couldn't destroy it - Kayleigh wouldn't let him. But she wasn't strong enough to make him use it again yet.

Shoving it back into the plastic bin-liner, he turned and stumbled towards the bus-stop.

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Rachel gasped in relief as she heard the door opening and she ran down the stairs to see her husband, wild-eyed and in distress.  He looked like he had been dragged through a hedge backwards and was dressed in a strange outfit she'd never seen before.

"Rachel... please... I'm sorry, you have to help me."

"Joe, what the fuck is going on?  Where have you been?  What's happening to you?"

"Rachel, I'm too weak. I can't destroy this perfume. I need you to do it."

"Perfume, what perfume?"

Joe staggered towards her and opening her handbag thrust a small perfume bottle into her hands.

"I can't explain, please, you have to smash it or something. I don't think I can control myself for much longer."

She looked at the bottle in bemusement.  "But it's just perfume," and as if to demonstrate her point she squirted it into the air.

Rachel gasped as her husband moaned, a look of horror on his face. Breathing deep and panting heavily, a strange look came over his face and he started to laugh.

"Hahaha, you stupid bitch... oh YES!"

"Joe... what... what's wrong?  What's happening?"

Grabbing the bottle from her hands, Joe giggled and sprayed it onto himself.  He pumped the spray onto his neck, his wrists - even squirting his body.

Then he began to change.

Rachel backed away as Joe's bones began to crack and shift.  He screamed in ecstasy, his mouth open in a moan of pleasure as he became smaller and shorter.  His ass inflated outwards and his breasts swelled out, bigger than hers as he shook out soft blonde hair and plump, spoiled lips curved into a smile.

"Mmmmmh, thank you Rachel," purred Kayleigh as she flexed her fingers and wicked red claws shot out. "Ironic that you should be the one to set me free."

Stepping forward, Kayleigh shrugged off the male clothes she was wearing and naked and perfect advanced towards the older woman. She was nineteen again and as a sexy and bitchy as she had ever been.  The perfume had brought her back - Joe had never truly rid himself of the addiction.

"Wh...who are you?" stammered Rachel as she backed away.  "H...how is this possible?"

Kayleigh giggled and lovingly stroked the perfume bottle in her hand.  "I have no use for a stupid wife," she grinned. "But I do have room for a bitchy, bestie."

And before Rachel could react - Kayleigh sprayed her directly in the face...

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The scent of perfume filled the room - almost masking the scent of sex.  Rikki giggled as she spread her legs wider and felt the nine inch cock deep inside her slip even deeper inside.  She threw back her head and groaned, her massive tits flopping as she was pounded hard by her lover.

Across the room, bent over a chair in her favourite position, Kayleigh squealed as her lover pounded her equally hard and the two slutty bitches got their brains fucked out.

They'd picked the guys up from a club and then brought them back to the house for some fun.  The guys had seemed a little surprised that two nineteen year old party sluts should have their own home in a quiet suburban area but hadn't asked any questions once the girls had started sucking their dicks.

Spraying themselves with a top up of perfume, the two bitches had quickly got to work and now they were in for a night of hot sex and fucking.

On the mat by the door, a pile of bills and demands for money for Rachel and Joe was racking up - but neither Kayleigh or Rikki cared.  They would spend a few more months living here then move on.  Once they did so, the last vestiges of their old lives would disappear.

Rikki had already taken care of Rachel's Mom, the stupid old hag was now in a carehome whether she liked it or not and both of them had quit their jobs.

"There's no way back for those losers now," giggled Kayleigh. This time neither Joe or Rachel would be fighting free of their new alter-egos.

"Damn girls, you smell fine," groaned the men as they fucked the women and enjoyed how good it felt. There was something about this perfume that made them feel stronger and harder than usual. Like they would do anything to please these girls.

"Yeah, it's a wonderful scent isn't it?" giggled Kayleigh.

"And it's ours... all ours."

THE END

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Deal-Breaker

Smiling for the camera-phone, Lana and Vicky blinked as it flashed and their boss Mr Green put it away after checking the image.

"There we are ladies, your first official photograph as fully employed members of my department. Your internship is over - you both made it onto the team."

The girls smiled and hugged excitedly. "Oh my gosh Lana, I can't believe we did it," giggled Vicky.

"I always knew you'd get onto the team," smiled Lana, "I was just worried I wouldn't make it."

"Don't be dumb," laughed Vicky, "Even if you hadn't been capable - I'd have helped pull you up behind me. We're work sisters for life!"

Lana and Vicky were the same age and had even attended the same college, but they couldn't be more different.  Whilst both capable and well educated, Vicky was a powerhouse of confidence, capability and skill whilst Lana was far more shy and anxious about everything. 

Even physically they were very different.  Vicky was busty and pretty - she looked good in anything, including the tasteful dresses and business suits she wore to the office.  Lana was pretty enough, but she lacked the confidence to show it. She was skinnier and flat chested than her friend, a little taller and with shy, mousy body language unlike the poise and precision that Vicky showed with every movement. Vicky moved like a ballet dancer - Lana moved like a rodent.

Despite their differences, the two of them had hit it off and become friends immediately, helping each other with the often challenging internship in the company - and so far it had paid off at helping them both progress.

"That reminds me ladies," grinned Jack Green their handsome thirty year old boss. "It might seem a little early to be considering promotion, but I've just lost Rebecca and there really isn't anyone else suitable within the department.  I'm looking for someone to take a promotion to assistant-supervisor and I'd like you both to consider it.  An instant promotion could start one of you on the path to senior leadership very early in your careers and I'm satisfied you're both more than competent."

The girls looked at each other and Lana saw the immediate flash of ambition in Vicky's eyes.  She felt her heart sink as she saw a vision of her talented and ambitious friend rising rapidly through the ranks, becoming a powerful office bitch.  In her vision, future-Vicky looked at Lana with pity and contempt as she continued to scratch in a living in the position she had never escaped from. She knew it was inevitable. Vicky was just so much... better... than her.

"We'll both apply," said Vicky firmly and with a wink to Lana.  "Even if one of us is immediately going to end up working for the other - we're in this together till the end."

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Stifling a yawn, Lana looked at the clock and groaned.  Vicky had gone hours ago - all her work complete, whilst Lana was still here battling through boring paperwork. The problem was that although they were both as equally smart, Lana found she had to put in extra time just to keep up with her talented friend.  Somehow Vicky was just more organised and efficient. Lana couldn't believe how fast she seemed to be able to work. It was another area where she felt inadequate.

The job interview was in a couple of days and if she had any chance she needed to prove she could at least perform as well as Vicky - even if that meant putting in unpaid over-time.  Part of her wanted to quit now and just pull out, but she knew Vicky would be mad if she did.  Her friend wouldn't accept her just quitting without giving it a shot.

As she thought about her friend, she felt a burning ember of jealousy and irritation which she tried to supress. She sometimes felt like Vicky was pushing her to do things she didn't want to do. Did she even want to apply for this stupid promotion? She screwed her eyes shut and worked hard to combat the feeling of anger deep inside. Vicky was always so lovely to her, such a good friend... it was wrong for her to feel negative about her, but she sometimes couldn't help it.  She would strive to do better. "Vicky is my friend, I need to focus more on myself and how I can improve," she whispered aloud.

"She's only pretending to be your friend so she can control you," purred a voice from the doorway and Lana shrieked as she jumped in her chair.

"R...Rachel," she gasped. "I didn't know you were there."

Standing in a cloud of expensive perfume, her tight inappropriate office clothing clinging to every curve, Rachel Smith smirked and with a clip clop of high heels strutted into Lana's office like she owned it.  With a sneer she pushed over a pile of Vicky's carefully organised paperwork and laughed as it crashed to the floor and went everywhere.

"Whoops," she laughed.

Lana felt her heart pounding with fear as the older woman approached.  Rachel was nearly forty and even though she looked amazing for her age - you could still see the tiny crows feet and wrinkles on her once perfect skin.  There was just a little bit too much makeup now... the signs of a woman desperate to cling onto her youth. 

She was both the office slut and the office bully.  The men loved her because she was flirty and available - according to rumour she'd sucked and fucked her way to her position.  Girls hated her because to them she was a cruel and manipulative bully. She seemed to enjoy dominating the younger women in the office - and had been nothing but a bitch to Lana and Vicky.

"Miss Smith," stuttered Lana, "I was just... ummmm, I was just thinking aloud."

"I know what you were doing you dumb bitch," grinned Rachel as she shut the door to the office and locked it with a click. "You were thinking about how fucked you are in that interview you have coming up.  Little Miss Perfect is going to shit all over you and the worst bit is you're just going to take it."

She advanced on Lana, her bra creaking as her massive tits swung heavily in time to her movements. "Like I said - that little slut knows exactly what she's doing.  You don't really think she's your friend do you loser?"

"She is my friend," hyper-ventilated Lana as Rachel loomed over her and placed her long nailed fingers on the desk.

"Awwwww honey, you're so fucking naïve it's hilarious. Vicky knows she's better than you. She just likes having a little bitch around to make her look even better when she performs well.  She uses you all the time. Don't believe me?  Well think about this whole interview bullshit. You probably didn't want to even apply for the job... but Vicky knows it would look bad if she was the only candidate. She'd rather manipulate you into putting in for the job, knowing full well she can kick your ass anytime, so that she has some 'competition' and it appears she got the job on merit and for not being the only candidate."

Lana squirmed. She hated what Rachel was saying, but to her horror it was suddenly hitting home. As she thought about it, she realised that Vicky's motivation for them both to apply for the job might well be that it would make her look better when she won.

"She is also thinking about how to keep you on board and nice and submissive once she can lord it over you. There will be no resentment from you as you'll assume she's better because she got the job.  It's all part of the way she controls you."

Rachel flicked back her long silky hair and leant forward.  Lana could see right down her cleavage now and felt jealous.  Imagine having tits like that!

"Think back Lana, you've been groomed by this bitch since you were at college.  I bet she's always told you what to do and what to think. I bet the idea to apply for an internship even came from her right?  The moment Vicky met you, she realised you might be a threat. You're clever and you could be pretty if you wanted to be. She made herself your friend so she could neutralise you.  I bet she's constantly reminding you of how unconfident and dweeby you are, but it's okay because she'll help you and guide you.  Reverse compliments designed to eat away your self confidence and make you defer to her natural authority."

Lana began to sob.  "N...no it isn't true.  Wh...why are you even here, why are you saying these horrible things?"

Rachel threw back her head and laughed. "Haha, at last we get to the crux of it.  You have something I want Lana and I have something you want. I want to make a deal with you."

Lana blinked as Rachel pulled a wad of papers from inside her blouse and threw them onto the desk in front of her.  It was a contract of some-kind written on very old paper and with a space for signatures. Rachel's was already on the page.

"You're fucked Lana.  You have zero chance of getting that promotion.  You're a pathetic, unconfident, nervous wreck of a girl and your 'friend' has manoeuvred you perfectly. It would takes years now to break her conditioning and realise your full potential. Once she gets that job, she'll just make it worse. Ten years from now you'll be helping to do her accounts whilst you listen to her banging her rich husband upstairs in her luxury mansion with two SUV's on the drive.  And that's the life that COULD be yours.  The life you truly want."

Lana shivered as Rachel leaned forward and she saw the burning light of ambition in her eyes. "It's also the life I want bitch.  I worked hard to get where I am... I did whatever it took, but it was a different time and a different age. I could only get so far and it took me years to develop the experience and skills I needed. If I had my time over again - I could become a CEO this time.  I want to be young and pretty again. I want to have my knowledge and experience inside a hot young body with a tight pussy.  I'll be unstoppable. That's why I propose a merger."

Lana's eyes widened as Rachel pushed the contract in front of her.  "Years ago, I found these old contracts hidden in a filing cabinet. I've been saving them for a day like today. They're magic contracts and all you have to do is sign on the dotted line and I'll be able to merge with you.  With me inside you - you'll smash that interview and I'll get us everything we both ever wanted."

Running her hands down her body, Rachel smiled. "If you read the small print, you'll see that you'll inherit all my best features - including these big tits I've seen you admiring. Wouldn't it feel good to have these babies on YOUR chest?  Don't you want to know how it feels to be a hot powerful bitch. Together, we'll be unstoppable."

Lana whimpered as Rachel slid a pen into her hand. "Sign it bitch. Sign it and embrace your true destiny. If you don't - I'll go find that bitch Vicky and when she and I merge, she'll be even more powerful. You know she won't turn down any opportunity to become even more dominant. This is your only chance to stop her and get what you want. Merge with me bitch..."

Lana's hand shook as she signed the contract. She felt like she was in a dream - she had always been easy to bully and Rachel was too forceful.  This was insane!

"Ohhhh yes," groaned Rachel as she shivered in some sort of twisted delight. "You just made the best decision of your life.  Now... lets shake hands on our deal."

Rachel held out a long nailed hand and Lana grasped it. Immediately she felt a hot tingle running through her body and she groaned as an erotic fire burst into life. Suddenly Rachel was dissolving, melting, emptying.  Her flesh was turning to ink - like than on the contract - which now flowed and swam across Lana's skin and streamed into her mouth.  She groaned - gagging and choking as hot black ink pumped and pulsed into her and she gasped and groaned for breath.

glug, glug, glug

Lana's throat pulsed as Rachel flowed into her and pushed her way deep into the younger woman's body. Button's pinged and ripped off her blouse as Lana's flat chest exploded out and with a moan of lust she threw her head back as her hips cracked out and her ass expanded.  She shuddered in delight as elegant pink nails sprang from her fingers and her makeup darkened and turned sexier.  

"Yes... YES! Merge with me you FUCKING BITCH," laughed Lana manically as grabbed her new boobs and groaned with pleasure. "These are MY tits now!"

That's right you little slut... you like me inside you don't you? whispered Rachel's gloating voice in Lana's overwhelmed mind.

Let my personality flow into you too.  Let me take more control.

Ripping her panties to one side, Lana grinned as she played with her wet pussy and nodded happily. "Yessss, do whatever you need to make me a bitch like you. I LOVE how this feels.  This is the best deal I ever made, that bitch Vicky is going to regret ever using me."

As she felt Rachel's cruel, manipulative evil flow into her mind and twist everything she had once been to make her a complete and utter bitch... Lana began to cum...

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Smiling at the picture of his wife and kids on the desk, Jack finished adjusting the last few questions for the interviews and began to shut off his computer.  He had always been a bit of a perfectionist - not that in this case he should worry too much.  It almost seemed a waste to spend so much time preparing the interview when Vicky was obviously going to walk home with the job. He was just glad that Lana had decided to put in for it too.  She was a good worker and if she just had a bit more confidence, could easily compete with her more successful friend.

Hearing a knock at the door, he raised an eyebrow in surprise. He couldn't believe anyone was still here at the office.

"Come in," he said uncertainly.

The door opened and in walked Lana.

For a second Jack's brain struggled to compute with what he was seeing.  The woman in front of him certainly looked like Lana, and yet she seemed almost completely different.  Her body seemed different to him... curvier and more dangerous in ways that thrilled him. Her body language was confident... sexy and hot. She flashed him a wicked smile as she advanced and tossed her hair back.

"Working late boss?"

"Errr, yes... I was just finishing off some paperwork. Can I help you Lana?"

"Ohhhhh yes. I think you can help me.  In fact I think we can help each other."

Unbuttoning her blouse, Lana reached out and took the photo of Jack's family and turned it face down onto his desk. 

He gulped...

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"YES! Fuck me... fuck me like a slut!" groaned Lana as she pushed back onto Jack's big dick with hot wet slaps and he grunted and groaned, slapping her bouncing ass with his hand.  He had thrown her over his desk and the whole thing was creaking ominously as he banged her with hard powerful strokes.

He slapped her ass again, and she giggled at the contact, his handprint on her plump perfect butt cheeks making him even harder. He grunted as he pumped deeper and deeper into her air-tight pussy, feeling pleasure like nothing before or since.

"Fuck, how are you so tight?" he groaned, fighting the urge to cum and trying not to lose control.

"Mmmmmh, feels good doesn't it?" she giggled. "Fuck me like a whore Jack."

"YES!" he growled.  "I don't know what got into you Lana, but I LOVE it."

"Haha, I love it too," groaned Lana.  "I knew you were a dirty cheating bastard Jack and now I can be your little office fuck-toy. You know you need to do this again with me.  I'll be your Mistress and let you do this to me all the time... I just need one little thing in return."

"Uuuugh, anything," he groaned as she deliberately threw her ass back and looked at him with a slutty grin.

"Cum inside me first and then I'll tell you what I want," she purred as he began to explode. 

"Oh fuck Lana... anything you want," he groaned as he shot the biggest load of his life into the writhing slut on his cock.

"Mmmmmh, ohhh yes good boy..."

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Yawning tiredly Vicky took a swig from her coffee and used her I.D card to bypass the security guard at the front desk.  She was often the earliest one here. She would get to work hours before everyone else and put in some unpaid overtime - it was one of her secrets.  Everyone thought she was some sort of genius for getting all her work done, but the secret was, she was often already several hours ahead of the others.  

It came as some surprise then to find that the lights to her office were already on.  Walking inside, her mouth dropped open as she saw a figure sat at the thus far empty assistant-supervisors desk. 

"Good morning Vicky," sneered Lana as she finished carefully filing a nail. "You're in early."

"L...Lana... what the fuck?" gasped Vicky as she took in her friends new appearance. "Wh... what's happened to you?"

"Oh. I just got a little upgrade," purred Lana as she put her feet on the desk. Vicky's eyes widened as she saw her friend was now wearing six inch heels. How the fuck could she even walk in those?

"Just like I also got the promotion."

Tossing a clipboard over, Vicky picked it up and saw there was an memo attached. It announced that the interview tomorrow had been cancelled as Mr Green had decided to fill the position with an internal promotion and therefore there was no need for any interviews. Lana had been given the post.

"WHAT! What the fuck is this?" gasped Vicky her hands shaking as Lana laughed.

"Oh - that's not even the best of it," giggled Lana as she turned to her computer and began to type. "It turns out there was an admin error on your internship papers. You should never have been given a permanent job here after all - but luckily Jack and I spotted the error and rectified it. I'm afraid your employment is terminated."

"WHAT!  NO!"  

Two burly security guards suddenly appeared as if by magic.  Lana had already briefed them and before Vicky could object they had her by her elbows and were walking her off the premises.

"Better luck with your next job loser," cackled Lana as she threw back her head and laughed - her heavy new tits bouncing with glee.

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Jack moaned as he finished unloading over Lana's face.  They were in his private office suite supposedly in a business meeting, but they'd just spent the last hour with the phone off the hook as they fucked like animals.

Lana was dressed like an office whore as usual.  The sheer black stockings, tiny black skirt and scandalous blouse she wore barely covered up her perfect young body and now naked except for the stockings and dripping in cum she had never looked hotter.

"We... ugggh should really get back to work," groaned Jack as Lana licked up his cum like it was cream and laughed at his concerned expression.

"Relax baby.  We have people to do that for us. Since I hired more interns our productivity has increased and since I managed to make it so they don't get paid anymore - our department is now the most successful in the whole company.  That leaves us plenty of time to fuck and enjoy ourselves.  Why don't you ring that bitch secretary of yours and get her to book us into a hotel and spa.  We can have dinner together then spend all night fucking whilst your wife thinks you're on a business trip."

Jack nodded slowly.  It was a good idea and his cock twitched at the thought of fucking Lana again. It didn't seem to matter how often he was inside her, he always wanted more. 

"Yes, I'll do that."

"Good. I'll go clean up whilst you make the arrangements."

See how easy it is to get what we want?

Lana purred happily to herself and nodded.  Rachel was right. Rachel was always right.  Ever since their merger her life had been getting better and better.  At first Lana had been reluctant to give the other personality inside her too much control, but it just felt better and better to go along with what Rachel wanted. Lana had slowly given her more and more control and sometimes it now felt like she was the subconscious personality and Rachel was in control.

When she opened her mouth it was Rachel's words that came out. When she sucked dick, it was Rachel's tongue that did the work.  When she got fucked in the ass, it was Rachel's muscles that moved her hips up and down to go deeper.  The more she merged with her old bully, the more Lana liked what was happening to her.

Anxiety, guilt, fear and self-loathing were all emotions she no longer felt. She was numb to anything but pleasure and cruelty.  Being a hot bitch who got everything she wanted just felt so good... and things could only keep getting better.

The cum cleaned off her perfect skin, Lana began to get dressed... then suddenly the phone began to ring.  Frowning she lifted the receiver. 

"Hello?"

It was Head Office...

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"Lana... hello.  A pleasure to meet you," purred the immaculately dressed woman in front of Lana as she entered the office.

"I'm Angela - the Chief Supervisor for this department.  Jack works for me and he's told me so much about you."  Angela's smile was a million mega-watts of white perfect teeth and empathy.  Lana instantly knew she was in deep shit.

For the first time since the merger - Lana felt fear.  She knew exactly what she was dealing with here. Everyone had heard of Angela Jones - the feared chief supervisor. She basically ran operations for the entire Atlantic sea-board and had a reputation for being a completely and utterly ruthless bitch.

Angela seemed nice... she was all smiles and teeth... but behind that grin was the eyes of a predator.  Angela was exactly the kind of woman Rachel had always dreamed of being... and she was incredibly dangerous.

"Lana as you know," began Angela as she tapped her teeth with her pen. "It's my job to make sure that our company runs efficiently and ethically.  I've been very pleased to see the huge profits your department has been making since we put you in charge under Jack."

"Thank you Ms Jones," coughed Lana - her usual bitchy confidence subdued as she felt her heart thudding.

"Unfortunately I do have one little problem.  Recently an ex-employee launched an unfair dismissal case. When we started to look into it - we found a number of... irregularities. Both you and Jack appear to have meddled in internal processes and I'm afraid I've been sent here to put things right."

The kind smile vanished from Angela's face and she leant forward with a cold sneer instead.

"The fact is you're finished Lana.  I know all about what you've been up to here. Turning Jack from one of my most loyal and ethical managers into your little toy... abusing the intern program, feathering your own nests. Luckily for you, you've covered your tracks well and the company can't afford the scandal. However, you're done... you're finished... you're FIRED."

Lana gasped and leapt to her feet. "You can't do this to ME! Who do you think you are?"

"Who do I think I am?" laughed Angela calmly rising to her feet and making Lana feel tiny somehow. "I'm the bitch who has all the power here. You may be Queen of your own little domain, but I outrank you and I can do what I like. You're fired... immediately. Go get your things."

As she spoke the words, Lana was suddenly hit by a spasm of pain.  She gasped and groaned, her body itching and her skin rippling. "N... nooo what's happening to me."

In a locked safe several feet away, the contract Lana and Rachel had signed began to glow. A clause at the bottom of the contract began to hiss. 

Deal-breaker clause. If the employee should be terminated from the company, the merger will end and the possessor will be entitled to full compensation from the company.

Backing away in alarm, Angela's mouth dropped open as she watched Lana vomit up black ink. It gushed out of her mouth pooling on the floor in a sentient puddle.  

"Noooooo," gagged Lana, trying to catch the ink and suck it back up.  "Don't leave me... I need your power!"

As the ink came out of her, Lana's firm breasts deflated, her body became skinny and weak... Angela gasped as she watched the bitchy whore who had walked into her office become a scared little intern again.

"What the hell is going on?" she cried as the puddle of ink flowed towards her... yearning and reaching eagerly.  With the contract broken - the company now owed Rachel a new body and she had found the perfect host.

There was no need for consent this time... no need to share. Angela was going to become Rachel whether she liked it or not.

Hot black ink flowed up Angela's legs and vanished up her skirt as it pushed into her pussy and flowed into her body.  She groaned, her eyes rolling up into her head as she started to cum.

Yessss, that's it become ME.  Let me evil bitchiness make you even more powerful. You're already a confident, powerful woman. With me inside you we'll be a Goddess.

"Yesssssss," hissed Angela as her tits began to swell and grow and her body began to transform to become a perfect vessel for Rachel's hot evil.

"YES! BIGGER BIGGER," screamed Angela in unholy delight as her bra snapped and her massive new tits burst free. She felt so powerful and evil as the last of the ink flowed into her and Rachel took control.

Rachel hefted her massive breasts and laughed in triumph as she absorbed Angela's memories and knowledge into herself.  Now she was the supervisor... now she was the Goddess.

"What's the matter Lana," gloated Rachel as she advanced on her former host. "Aren't you pleased I got a promotion?  It was fun being you, but this is even better. As Angela Jones I will be fucking unstoppable."

"Ple...please," sobbed Lana as Rachel loomed over her. "I want to be like you again, I want to be a bitch."

"Hahaha, without me you're nothing," gloated Rachel. "Why would I leave this host and become you again?  You're nothing and I don't need you anymore.  I finally got everything I ever wanted. I'm hot, rich, powerful and no one can stop me."

Lana whimpered and backed away as Rachel advanced... her massive new tits bouncing with every step.

"But don't worry Lana. Weak little bitches like you still have their uses.  Here is what you're going to do..."

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Jack grunted as he fucked his boss and she groaned in pleasure, her giant tits flopping with every thrust. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to pound a Goddess like Angela.  He'd been taken aback when Lana had been demoted back to being an intern and had seemingly lost her interest in him... but the lust for cheating that had been awakened in him by her had quickly been satisfied when Angela seduced him.  Her pussy felt even better than Lana's had and he was addicted to her massive breasts and huge ass.

"Yes Jack, that's a good boy - fuck me."

"Shit Angela, it's so hot to cheat with you at the office."

"Isn't it just... keep pounding me and maybe I'll give you a pay raise."

"Yes boss," he grinned.  "But shouldn't we get back to work soon?"

"Don't worry about it," she smirked. "My new apprentice has it under control."

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Watching with a cruel smirk on her lips, Vicky glowered at the interns as they went to work. She tapped her long nailed fingers against the desk as they cowered in fear... a gift from Angela and to help her become more like her boss.

Angela had been great for Vicky. She'd helped to teach her to supress the remaining pure instincts inside her and embrace her inner bitch. All that mattered was to get what you wanted and day by day, instruction by instruction - Angela was teaching Vicky to be a bigger bitch.

She'd been grateful when Angela had rehired her, explaining there had been an internal investigation and she had been cleared.  She'd been given the promotion that should have been hers and now ran the interns with a fist of iron, increasing productivity a thousand fold.

She had all the interns working hard at their desks... well... all except one.

Glancing down at the whimpering Lana under her desk, Vicky sneered and grabbed her by her hair. "Who said you could stop licking my pussy bitch."

Pushing her former friends face into her dripping cunt, Vicky moaned and grinned in satisfaction as Lana went to work licking and bringing her to another orgasm.

"Mmmmh, remember if you can't make me cum at least once a day - you lose your job.  That's the real deal-breaker."

Lana didn't reply... she was too lost to listen.

THE END

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Fit bitch: Stage Two

 Fit bitch: Stage 2

Stage Two: Fit Bitch Unleashed

Tyler was having a naughty dream.

In his dream a deliciously evil mean girl was bullying his friends and family.  The girl was beautiful - with long sexy brunette hair, a dazzling smile and tanned flawless skin.  She walked with a self-assured dominance - her body barely covered by her tight clingy clothing as she strutted like a Queen amongst her subjects.

Tyler's girlfriend Holly was in the dream, grovelling at the feet of this horny Goddess. For some reason, seeing his girlfriend abasing herself to another woman made him feel turned on and he began to enjoy the dream as he willed the bad girl to dominate his innocent girlfriend. 

"You fucking pathetic loser,"  laughed the hot bitch as she drove her toes into Holly's mouth, "suck my foot like a good slut. Lick off my Goddess sweat." Holly moaned, licking and sucking the girls foot like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

The woman slid her big breasts out of her top and began to play with herself... moaning as she squeezed her perfect breasts and rubbed her own nipples.  "Yes, you're just my fucking toy now bitch - and I love it."  The woman's hands went down to her crotch and she began to finger-fuck herself.

"YESSSS! I love being a fucking bitch!"

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Tyler groaned and opened his eyes blearily.  He was half-awake, half still in the dream - but as sensation returned he could feel the weight of the breasts on his chest - and feel his fingers deep between his legs as he finger fucked his new body and moaned like a whore.  

"Oh my God," he gasped squirming and soaking wet as he realised HE was the girl from the dream and he had been fantasising about dominating Holly whilst masturbating in his sleep.  On his wrist an expensive looking watch beeped and he groaned as he remembered his predicament.

The Fit Bitch had done this to him.

It had only been perhaps a week since his birthday - since Hyde.Inc had delivered the evil watch that had slowly corrupted him into a girl.  Through a mixture of pain and pleasure conditioning it had forced him to act more and more feminine - trying to turn him into Skylar... an evil, busty, bitch.  The mind shattering orgasms and pleasure the watch could deliver had quickly turned Tyler into an addict.  The exercise supplements and drugs the company had followed up with, had rapidly transformed his body too.  He'd exercised, masturbated and conditioned himself till he finally had the body that the Fit Bitch approved of.  He even had a pussy now and his dick was gone forever.  Stage one had been completed - his physical transformation was complete.

Now the watch was moving into Stage Two and he wasn't sure if he could stop it. Nothing felt better than doing what the watch told him to do and he felt nothing but nausea and sickness when he disobeyed it.

Nausea and sickness like the kind that was welling up inside him now.  Tyler's head throbbed... his body ached... he felt like he wanted to tear his skin off... he felt so weak and poorly.  He groaned as the pleasurable sensation of masturbating as a girl faded to be replaced by pain.  "Noooooo," he groaned wanting to cum so desperately, wanting to feel his clit explode.

He knew what the problem was immediately.  He was thinking of himself as Tyler... so long as he was thinking as a male, he would feel bad.  There was only one way to stop the pain... one way to get the pleasure back...

Skylar sighed and her lips twitched into a smile as the nausea faded and the pleasure returned stronger than ever.  "Oooooh fuck, I hate that you make me love this so much," she gasped as she squealed and moaned, playing with her pussy and rubbing her tits till with a final eye-rolling moan she cummed and groaned as she squirted hard.

And with a beep - the Fit Bitch fell off her wrist.

Skylar blinked in surprise and looked down at the watch.  Her fingers still sticky with her cum, she slowly sat up and her pretty mouth dropped open slightly.  "Wh... what?" she gasped, looking down at the evil watch lying next to her.  A message was blinking on the display

2% POWER - PLEASE CHARGE TO BEGIN STAGE TWO

Skylar gasped.  The Fit Bitch had run out of power.  She... she was free!  

Leaping up Skylar whooped. She was no longer enslaved to the evil watch, she was able to make her own choices at last!  This was her chance!

She ran to her phone and picked it up.  Now she would ring the police, tell them everything... there must be a way to force Hyde.Inc to reverse this process and turn her back into Tyler. Surely what they had done to her was illegal?  Surely they could turn her back into a boy?

Nausea welled up in Skylar and she suddenly gagged at the thought of turning back.  The thought of wearing male clothes, of no longer having this hot, beautiful, powerful body made her feel disgusted. What was she doing? She couldn't let anyone take this away from her. 

"Wh... what the fuck is wrong with me?" she groaned clutching her head.

You don't want to turn back into a stupid fucking boy.  You like what the Fit Bitch has done to you.

"Noooooo," moaned Skylar as her own mind turned against her.

Aren't you even curious as to how fucking good stage two could feel?  Why don't we charge up the Fit Bitch and put it back on?  Giving into it will feel SO good.

Walking over to the watch Skylar picked it up.  Part of her wanted to smash it.... part of her wanted to wear it again.  She hesitated as she struggled for control within herself.

Holding the Fit Bitch, Skylar thought about how good it felt when it rewarded her for doing the things it wanted her to do. The surge of pleasure - the explosive orgasms... groaning she slid the watch onto the charging station that had come in the original box and staggered away as it began to power back up.  

It has a fast charge facility.  30 minutes and we can begin stage two. What can we do for 30 minutes?

Skylar knew exactly what she could do.

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Masturbating without the Fit Bitch on just wasn't the same.  Skylar bit her lip and whined like a spoiled slut as she urgently pumped her tight pussy with one of the sex toys she'd acquired during her transformation. It still felt good - but it felt like scratching an itch that wouldn't go away.  She knew that no matter how much she touched herself or masturbated - she'd never reach those orgasmic highs without the Fit Bitch.

But there was more than that to it.  It wasn't just a physical thing anymore.  Skylar knew that the Fit Bitch hadn't just wanted to turn her into a woman. It had been programming her to act and behave a certain way.  It had been making her more and more feminine... but there was more to it than that.

The watch had seemed keen to punish her for kind or considerate actions. It had encouraged her to swear... to be selfish... to be mean.  It wanted her to be evil and that was somehow such a turn on.

She groaned as she suddenly got wetter.

Skylar gasped as the orgasmic feelings her body had become addicted to began to return.  As she thought about being bad, about doing naughty, cruel, evil things - the pleasure increased. 

"YES," she hissed grinning and spreading her legs wider.  "Ohhhh FUCK!  That feels good."

Skylar began to fantasize about her best-friend Mark.  He was in a loyal and committed relationship with his girlfriend Ashley.  It would be so easy to seduce him... make him cheat on Ashley... turn him into HER simp.

"OH FUCCCCCK," gurgled Skylar her eyes rolling up into her head at the thought of making Mark kneel between her legs and eat her out.  With a scream, she began to cum imagining ejaculating all over his face whilst Ashley sat in the corner handcuffed to a chair and sobbing.

Skylar screamed and bucked, moaning as she squirted like a fountain - images of using a Fit Bitch on Holly to turn her into an obedient slave - of taking the technology from the Fit Bitch and merging it with her own program Pax to create an app that could allow her to control people filled her horny mind and her body rewarded her with pleasure.

Then it was done and she was left panting and wet on the bed.

Dropping the dildo, Skylar shivered and groaned.  She felt like sobbing too... how could she think such evil and depraved thoughts?  But now she'd thought them, they were burned in her mind.

Pax.... how could she have forgotten about Pax?  That was what this was all about.  Hyde.Inc had wanted to buy the mental health app from her - now she was beginning to suspect why.  Their company were clearly looking for ways to further weaponise this conditioning technology.  Skylar was horrified to realise, in her mind she'd begun to look for (and realise) ways it could be done.

But only a truly evil, spiteful, self-centered ego-maniac would do something so unethical.

The thought made her pussy almost instantly wet again.

"Nooooo, what the fuck is wrong with me," she groaned - hating herself for her depraved thoughts.

It's only natural to resist what we truly want.  The feelings of guilt will pass as we accept what we truly are.  We're only fighting this because it goes against everything we once believed.  But we should just admit we WANT to become more evil because it feels so good.

"No... no we... I don't want to become evil."

YES we do. Put the Fit Bitch back on and let it continue our corruption.  That way we can pretend we were forced... that this wasn't really what we wanted.  Give into it.

Skylar suddenly heard an insistent beeping.  The Fit Bitch was fully charged again and it was waiting for her to wear it.  

What was she going to do?

You know exactly what you're going to do. It's time to start Stage 2.

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Sliding the Fit Bitch around her wrist, Skylar groaned like an addict getting a hit of their chosen drug as she tightened the strap and felt it bond with her body again.  "Fuck, I missed you," she purred - realising she was now just as addicted to the watch that had ruined her as she was to this new body it had given her.

Last time she'd worn the watch not knowing what it was, what it could do.  This time she was putting it on willingly... she just needed to feel its control over her again.  She wanted to experience Stage Two.  What else was she going to do now it had made her like this?

Calibrating.

Good morning Skylar.  Beginning Stage 2.

Your Bitchness goal for today is to achieve at least 100 points towards bitchifying yourself.

"Bitchness goals?" mused Skylar as she read the scrolling text on the screen.  

Completing ultra-feminine, selfish, slutty and mean actions will award points.  You must achieve enough points to hit your daily target.

Skylar saw she now had a 'bitchiness' counter on the watch.  It was currently on 0.  Experimentally, she walked over to the bed and picked out a pink bikini set - the sluttiest one that Holly had owned.  Pulling her big heavy tits inside the cups of the binki and squeezing her tanned, perfect ass into the lower half - she grinned as she saw she'd achieved bitchiness points for her choice of outfit.

Wearing makeup... shaving her body... putting on perfume.  All awarded points.  Speaking in a slutty voice... swearing... rolling her eyes.  They all would reward points now.  The spoiled bitchy behaviour the watch had started to program into her during stage 1 now needed to be reinforced. 

But that alone wouldn't be enough. To hit her daily target, Skylar was going to need to up the ante. 

You wanna become a bitch so badly now don't you?  You know it's wrong, but it feels so fucking good to imagine every last drop of empathy being squeezed out of your tight new body as you become totally evil and self-obsessed. We're going to hit those targets and we're going to enjoy every last second.

Skylar groaned as her pussy got wet and she reached out to grab her phone as she played with herself. Even as she began to message - the bitch counter on her Fit Bitch began to increase...

This was going to be fun...

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Holly was in a complete state.  Her hair was a mess, her face red with crying.  She wiped her running nose on her sleeve whilst next to her Mark shifted uncomfortably on his seat.  He wasn't sure what to say to her as they sat in his living room, but lukily his girlfriend Ashley was.  She hugged Holly and stroked her hair, comforting the distraught other woman.

It was a few days since Tyler had seemingly kicked Holly out of the apartment and she'd been a broken woman since.  With nowhere else to stay - Mark and Ashley had told her she could stay with them for a few days.  They'd all tried ringing or contacting Tyler - family members and friends had even gone round and banged on the door - but they'd all been denied entry. 

"He told me to go fuck myself, he said he wanted to break up.  Why would he say such horrible mean things?  And his voice... what was wrong with his voice? He sounded... like a girl! I caught him wearing my clothes as well.  I don't understand what is happening to him.  He was so happy at his birthday party."

"I don't know babe.  Maybe he's having a mental breakdown?  He's been working so hard on that computer app of his, maybe he's losing his mind?"

Mark felt his phone suddenly vibrate and pulling it out of his pocket, he gasped in excitement.

"Holy shit - Tyler just messaged.  'Come to the apartment alone - I can explain everything, we need to talk!'

Holly looked at him in surprise,  "Are you going to go?"

Mark nodded, "Yes. This could be my one chance to talk some sense into him and find out what the fuck is going on.  You stay here and I'll go confront Tyler and have it out with him. Tell Ashley when she gets back that I won't be long."

"Maybe I should come with you?" whimpered Holly.

"No... not yet.  Let me talk to him first and then if that goes well, I'll message you to come over."

"Okay... good luck."

Holly grabbed Mark and hugged him.  He stroked her hair and gently took her face in his hands. "Don't worry, it's going to be okay. Tyler is the kindest, nicest guy I know.  I don't know what the hell is happening to him, but whatever it is - he'll beat it.  He loves you - I know he does, and that's all that matters."

"I hope you're right," sobbed Holly.

"I know I'm right," said Mark with conviction as he grabbed his car keys and walked out with a determined expression on his face.

Holly watched him go - a spark of hope in her breast.

Sometimes a spark was all you needed.

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Knocking on the door, Mark felt his heart leap as he heard bolts slide back and the door slid open.

"Hiya Mark."

He goggled at the sexy girl standing in the doorway.  She was tanned and toned - her entire body smooth and perfect.  She wore an expensive looking e-watch on her wrist and her soft silky hair tumbled down around her shoulders.  Her body was barely covered up - a bright lime green bikini set barely holding her massive tits under control - her plump round ass prominently on show.  Soft pouty lips curved into an amused smile as she saw his reaction.

"It's me... Tyler."

She winced as she said the name, almost as if saying it hurt her.  "Ple.. please call me Skylar though, it's my new name. I can't use my old one anymore, I'm not allowed."

"Not allowed - is this some sort of joke?" asked Mark in shock, "Where's the real Tyler?  What the hell is he playing at?"

"It IS me Mark," whispered Skylar almost shyly,  "I've changed... I've been changed... I... please come in and I'll explain."

Mark walked into the apartment following the strange girl.  It looked like a hurricane had hit it. There were empty cardboard boxes full of discarded protein shakes - girls clothing strewn everywhere and no one had bothered to tidy up for days. 

"What the hell happened here?" asked Mark in shock as Skylar sat down on the sofa and made him sit next to her.

Holding up her wrist, Skylar looked sadly at Mark.  "You've got to help me Mark.  It's this watch.  It's transformed me.  I can't take it off and it's fully in control of my actions.  It made me become a girl and now it wants me to be bad. I'm frightened as to what it will make me do next."

Skylar explained to Mark what had happened over the last few days.  She was at great pains to make it clear that she wasn't in control of her actions - that the watch was forcing her to do all of this.  Mark was shocked - but as he listened and she told him things that only Tyler would remember or know, he began to believe.  Seeing evidence of his old friend inside this slutty new body made him feel sick.

"Hyde.Inc have to pay for this. We have to go to the police..."

Skylar screamed - moaning, she clutched her stomach and gasping writhed in agony on the sofa.

"Tyler... I mean Skylar... whatever you're called... what's wrong?"

"Aggghhh, the watch is punishing me for even thinking of going to the police.  It gives me pain when I try to do things it doesn't like."

"It's okay - we won't go to the police - we won't!"

Skylar stopped writhing and with a sob sat up.  "Oh thank you Mark."

"We need to get it off you - then we can do something, why don't I just remove it?"

"NO!" snapped Skylar, strangely sounded worried for a moment.  "I uhhhh, it will hurt me if you try. No - the only way to get it off me is to do what it wants so it deactivates and I can take it off."

"Okay," said Mark.  "And what do you have to do to get it off?"

"You have to let me get YOU off," smirked Skylar. "You have to let me suck your cock."

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Skylar wanted to giggle insanely at the expression on Mark's face - he was in total shock. It was all she could do not to laugh and give the game away.  She was proud of her acting skills so far.  She sounded completely plausible as the friend in trouble who needed help.

Well after all - isn't that the truth?

Well yes - except she'd said nothing about having already got the Fit Bitch off and then voluntarily putting it on.  She'd also lied about the pain - the Fit Bitch hadn't punished her once since she put it back on. It knew her lies and deceit were intended to manipulate Mark and had actually been rewarding her.  It had been hard not to groan in pleasure when she was supposed to be in pain. The Fit Bitch had made her feel so good about lying to her friend.

Lying is good... it's worth lots of bitch points.  You love being a naughty little liar.

Tyler would never have lied... he hated people who made things up.  Skylar though... she loved it. It felt good to lie, to say hurtful things. As poison dripped from her lips - the Fit Bitch would reward her.  She was starting to enjoy how depraved it was making her.

NO!

A sudden pang of guilt throbbed through her as she saw the pain and hurt in Mark's eyes.  This wasn't some random person - this was her best-friend.

"What?  Why would you say something like that to me?  How can that possibly be something you need me to do?"

For an instant Skylar wanted to apologise - say sorry. She wanted to tell Mark that this was all a trick, all a game and things had nearly gone too far.  She opened her mouth to speak.

A wave of nausea flooded through her.  She felt her stomach cramp.  This time the Fit Bitch really was punishing her.  Looking down at her wrist, she gasped in panic as she saw she was LOSING bitch points.

Stop being so pathetic and get your mouth round this losers cock.  Once you're sucking him off, he'll be putty in your hands.  We'll easily hit our bitch point target for the day.

Skylar felt a wave of Euphoria and evil flood through her at the thought of making Mark cheat with her. She shivered as her pussy got wet and the Fit Bitch manipulated her pleasure and pain centres, making her want to be bad... to be evil.

Fuck yeah... being bad feels so good.  I love what this fucking watch is doing to me?  Why was I even hesitating a moment ago?

"Oh Mark," sighed Skylar in mock anguish.  "If there was any other way I'd take it.  I know what I'm asking you to let me do is wrong and depraved and wicked - but if it helps me get this damn watch off - you'll save me.  Ashley never has to know.  We can say that you came round, helped me get off the watch and then we can find a way to turn me back to normal."

"I... I don't know," muttered Mark as Skylar reached over and with her painted nails began to rub at his crotch.

"Oh come on, it's not like it will be that bad.  I mean... look at me.  Look at my tits. I'm fucking hot Mark - much hotter than Ashley. Don't you wanna know how it feels to have your cock in my mouth?  Between my big tits?"

Mark groaned as Skylar unzipped his fly and giggled as his swelling cock popped out of the slit.  Taking it in one hand, she cooed and sliding onto her knees in front of him, licked the tip.  "Mmmmmmh," purred Skylar tasting precum and feeling the cock twitch.  Sure - she'd never sucked cock before, but as she felt the Fit Bitch pulse and reward her with pleasure - she knew she must be doing something right.

Being bad is good.  Making boys your toys is fun.

A warm feeling flooded through Skylar as with a horny sigh she began to stroke her hand up and down on Mark's cock and took the head of his dick into her wet pink mouth.  He looked down through guilty eyes at the gorgeous slut sucking him off began to go deeper and deeper with wet gargling sounds.

"Oh fuck, this is so wrong.  We shouldn't be doing this."

Yes we should.  I love cheating on that bitch Holly and Ashley is nothing compared to me. Mmmmh this feels so fucking good.

"Tyl... Skylar... stop... I've changed my mind," groaned Mark - but she ignored him and just took his cock deeper.  His hands reached down to grasp her head - pull her off... but as his hands slid into her silky hair he just found that he was using his hands to help move her head up and down on his cock.  It just felt too good to stop.

"Ohhhh fuck, Skylar... ohhh yes, suck my dick."

Pulling her head off with a wicked smile - pumping his cock to keep it hard, Skylar looked at him with twinkling eyes.

"Suck my dick... what?  What am I Mark... say it."

"Suck my dick you little fucking slut," moaned Mark and Skylar squealed in pleasure. 

Yessss, when he calls me a slut it makes me feel so good.  I LOVE this!

Mark had never been harder. His cock was rock solid and as Skylar squeezed his balls he grunted in ecstasy. Giggling she pulled her head off his dick and began to suck his balls instead.

"Mmmmh, help me get more bitch points - tell me what I am Mark."

He groaned as she popped his balls into his mouth, her nails tickling the head of his dick.

"Y...you're a bitch."

Yes!  Yes.. when he says it, it feels like it's changing me... making me into who I want to be.

"You can do better than that Mark - come on."

"Y..you're a fucking bitch.  A dirty, little slut."

YES YES I AM!

Skylar could feel her watch buzzing and vibrating.  The Fit Bitch was rewarding her, flooding her body with serotonin as it made her enjoy every moment of this.  She shuddered and moaned in pleasure, her pussy was so fucking wet now she could barely stand it.

"That's right Mark.  I'm a fucking bad bitch, and you love it don't you?"

Glancing at her watch, Skyler grinned as she saw she had already smashed her bitch points target for the day.  This was too easy.  

She began to pump and stroke Mark's cock with her sexy hands, using both of them whilst making eye contact. 

"I want you to know something Mark," she smiled. 

"I lied to you earlier.  I lied about the watch.  It isn't stuck on my wrist - in fact, I think I can remove it anytime I like now.  I put it back on because I like what it's doing to me.  Bit by bit it's destroying that loser Tyler and making him into ME.  I'm not quite finished yet - but I already know what kind of girl I want to be. "

Mark gasped as Skylar's hands increased in speed.  She spat on his cock - her hands pumping up and down with confident strokes - her incredible face with their cruel sexy eyes staring into his.

"I want to be the most evil, selfish, slutty and hot bitch I can possibly be.  I want to become so vain and mean that all I care about is me.  I want to have money, power and sex.  I want to be a fucking bitch Mark.  I will have the bitchiest body and the bitchiest mind of any girl in this city.  I will take everything that was Tyler's and make it mine."

Yes... soon that's exactly who I will be.

"N...noooo," groaned Mark realising he'd been tricked but unable to stop Skylar from giving him pleasure. "I'll stop... you."

"No you won't Mark.  You're just going to cum for me.  You're going to fucking cum all over my slutty face."

"Uggghhhh you evil... fucking... bitch," moaned Mark.

YESSS! Keep saying it Mark.  I love how it makes me feel when you call me evil.  Fuck, but it feels so GOOD!

"Yes, that's right Mark... I'm evil... but you're still going to cum for me. Cum for me now... fucking CUM FOR ME!"

"OHHH SHIT!"

Mark screamed - his cock spasming as it began to blast out hot spurts of white cum.  They splashed and landed on Skylar's giggling face as she frantically pumped him and squeezed his balls, milking him for every drop.

"HAHAHA! Oh doesn't it feel good Mark?"

He gasped, spasming and clawing at the sofa - the most intense orgasm he could ever remember having pulsing through his body and making him arch his back.  Then it was done... his cock still in Skylar's hand, cum leaking out and dripping onto the sofa.

Mark was spent - but now his sexual urges were satisfied - he was free of Skylar's manipulative control for a moment.  Groaning he began to sit up.  This evil bitch had used him, but now he was going to deal with the situation.

*Snap*

He felt something snap around his wrist - cold and metallic in parts, rubbery in others.  Bemused he looked down to see that Skylar had take off her Fit Bitch and had put it on his wrist.

"What the hell?" he gasped as she stood up and laughing licked up a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth.

"Stage Two is complete Mark - I don't need to wear my Fit Bitch now.  The pleasure and pain responses it has gifted me are burned into my brain. I've been fully bitchified and there's no going back.  I will experience pleasure when I do evil and bad things and pain if I try to be good or turn back into Tyler.  It's just part of who I am now."

"You pyscho bitch... I'm not going to let you get away with this..."

Mark screamed as sudden agony washed through every limb and fibre of his being.  He screamed and writhed as pain like nothing he had ever experienced lanced through his body.  It felt like he was being skinned alive.

OBEY SKYLAR.  WORSHIP GODDESS

The Fit Bitch on his wrist was beeping and pulsing - sending him a message he couldn't ignore. 

Leaning down, Skylar laughed as she stroked his head and shushed him.

"Shhhhhhh, don't fret my pet.  The conditioning hurts at first, but you'll soon come to love it.  You'll experience only pleasure and rapture when you do things that please me.  If you go against my wishes or my interests - then you'll feel pain."

"Wh... what are you doing?  Ty...Tyler please," whimpered Mark.

"Tyler is gone silly boy," giggled Skylar.  "I understand now what Hyde.Inc wants me to do. The technology in Pax can be weaponised in the same way the Fit Bitch works.  Using pain and pleasure... suggestion and conditioning - I can make people do whatever I want and change them, just like I've been changed."

Standing up Skylar strutted over to the window and gazed out onto the city.  "Thousands of people just waiting to use Tyler's lovely app to help them in their lives.  Imagine what a Goddess who wants the world to worship her could do with power like that?  Doesn't it make you fucking horny Mark?"

"N...no... please... it's not too late," whimpered Mark as the pain subsided and he slowly rose from the floor.

"Oh but it is," smirked Skylar.  "Far too late for you at any rate. I already know what I have to do.  Stage Three is about to begin and it's time for me to go from helpless victim of the Fit Bitch into it's true Mistress.  But first I'm going to need to test out my theories and I'm going to need a henchman to serve my needs.  With a little conditioning, you will be perfect."

Advancing on Mark - Skylar began to laugh as he backed away at the ruthless emptiness behind her eyes.  He bumped up against the wall and groaned as she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.  The pleasure this time was ten times stronger, the watch intensifying the sensations... making him want to do whatever Skylar asked him too. 

Seeing him moaning in ecstasy and falling under her control, Skylar smiled and leaned in close. "Don't worry Mark - in a few hours time you'll be just as excited about my plans as I am. You're going to love what I turn you into.  You're going to help me deal with Holly and that slut Ashley.  She's not your girlfriend anymore... I AM.  From now on, you're all mine."

She stopped stroking his cock and he groaned, desperately gasping as he willed the pleasure to return.

"Ple... please don't stop, oh fuck it feels amazing."

"Then say it Mark. Say it and I'll finish you off."

"I... I... I'm all yours."

And as Skylar pumped his dick with a huge grin on her face and Mark began to cum again - her mind filled with evil thoughts and desires as she thought about just how delicious Stage Three was going to be.

"That's right Mark and soon everyone else will be too."

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TO BE CONTINUED IN STAGE 3 - THE FINALE

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