Sex Drive

 

Kayla's acrylic nails—long, white-tipped, perfect—tapped against the dashboard of Cody's blacked-out BMW. The bass from the speakers vibrated through her, through the tight white bodysuit stretched across her enhanced tits, through the gold hoops swinging from her ears.

"I said no," she repeated, popping her gum. "Not in the mood."

Cody's jaw tightened. His hand slid from her bare thigh. "What did you just say to me?"

"Are you deaf, babe?" She examined her nails, bored. "I. Said. No."

She didn't see the danger. Didn't understand—not really—that the power she wielded was borrowed. That the long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, the plump lips permanently glossed pink, the absolute confidence radiating from every inch of her body… none of it belonged to her.

It belonged to the car.

"Get in the back."

Kayla laughed—a sharp, cruel sound. "Excuse me?"

"Now."

Something in his voice made her stomach drop. For just a second, she felt… smaller. Weaker. Like she used to feel, back when she was—

(No. Don't think about that. That girl is dead.)

"Cody, I swear to God—"

"Back seat, Kayla."

Her hand moved before she could stop it. Reached for the door handle. Her legs—long, tanned, poured into tiny denim shorts—carried her out of the passenger seat and into the cold night air. She stumbled on her platform trainers (what the fuck, she never stumbled) and climbed into the back.

The leather was cold against her skin.

She watched Cody pull away from the kerb, her heart hammering in a way it hadn't since… since…

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Claire Patterson walked home from the library at 9:47pm, messenger bag heavy with textbooks, oversized cardigan wrapped around her thin frame. Her mousy brown hair hung limp around her pale face. Glasses slightly crooked. She was thinking about her English essay—comparing Gothic motifs in—

A car pulled up beside her.

"Claire."

She froze. She knew that car. Everyone knew that car. It belonged to Cody Marshall, and his girlfriend Kayla had made Claire's life a living nightmare for the past six months. The spilled drinks. The "accidental" shoves in the corridor. The whispered slut and ugly and pathetic little virgin as she passed.

"Get in."

Claire's feet wouldn't move. "I—I don't—"

"I said get in."

She shouldn't. She absolutely shouldn't. But something about his voice—commanding, certain—made her reach for the door handle and climb in.

The interior was warm. Smelled of expensive cologne and something else, something sweet and chemical that made her head swim. She glanced back and—

"Kayla?!"

The blonde in the backseat looked… wrong. Smaller, somehow. Her tan seemed to be fading before Claire's eyes, the artificial bronze draining away to reveal sickly pale skin beneath. Her enhanced chest was deflating, the bodysuit hanging looser by the second.

"Please," Kayla whispered—but her voice cracked, went higher, softer. "Claire, you have to get out, you have to—"

"Shut up, Kate."

Kate.

The name hit Claire like a physical blow. Kate Patterson. Her cousin. The kindest girl she'd ever known, who'd disappeared six months ago, who everyone said had run away, who—

"Oh my God," Claire breathed. "Kate?"

The girl in the backseat was crying now, her face shifting—nose shortening, cheekbones flattening, lips thinning. The blonde was bleeding out of her hair, replaced by mousy brown. The acrylic nails were receding into bitten-down stumps.

"I'm sorry," Kate sobbed. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't—"

But Claire wasn't listening anymore.

Because the warmth was spreading through her now. Starting in her toes and rushing upward like wildfire, like electricity, like the best drug she'd never taken.

"Mmmmh…" The sound escaped her before she could stop it.

Her spine arched. Crack. Her shoulders rolled back. Pop. Her messenger bag slid to the floor as her hands gripped the dashboard, and she watched—fascinated, horrified, aroused—as her fingers lengthened, as her nails pushed outward, painting themselves glossy black.

"Oooooh fuck…"

Her cardigan tore at the seams. Her chest was expanding—rapidly, obscenely—flesh swelling into heavy, round orbs that strained against her sensible cotton bra before the fabric simply gave up and snapped. She looked down and saw her pale skin darkening, bronzing, achieving a perfect golden tan that spread down her stomach as it flattened, tightened, developed the faint lines of feminine muscle.

"Yesssss…" she hissed, and her voice had dropped—sultry, confident, dripping with venom. "Yessss, oh my God…"

The mousy brown was being pulled from her scalp, replaced by waves of platinum blonde that cascaded past her shoulders, past her new massive tits, almost to her tiny waist. Her hips cracked outward—pop, pop—her ass inflating into a perfect peach, round and firm and powerful.

Her face was the last to change. She felt her bone structure shifting, her nose refining, her lips plumping into a permanent pout. When she looked in the rearview mirror, a stranger looked back.

No.

Not a stranger.

A goddess.

"Fuck me," she breathed—then laughed, a cruel, musical sound. "Actually, scratch that. I do the fucking around here."

From the backseat, Kate let out a broken sob. "Claire, please, you have to fight it, you have to—"

"Claire?" The blonde examined her new nails, admiring the way the streetlights glinted off the polish. "Who the fuck is Claire?"

She reached into the glovebox—somehow knowing exactly what she'd find—and pulled out a black puffer jacket and a flesh coloured bodysuit. The car seemed to shimmer around her as she stripped off the remnants of Claire's pathetic clothes and slid into her new uniform. The bodysuit hugged every impossible curve. The jacket made her look like money, like danger, like the kind of girl who'd ruin your life and make you thank her for it.

"Chanel," Cody said, and his voice was warm now. Approving. "That's better."

"Mmm." Chanel turned to face him, running one manicured hand down his chest. "Much better."

"No!" Kate lunged forward—but her arms were too short now, too weak, and she collapsed back against the seat. "Cody, please, I'm sorry, I'll do whatever you want, just let her go—"

"Shut up." Chanel didn't even look at her. "God, was I really that pathetic? That boring?"

"You were worse," Cody said.

Chanel's hand slid lower. Found his belt. "Want me to show you what a real girlfriend does?"

"Prove it."

She didn't hesitate.

Kate watched in horror as her cousin—no, as the thing that used to be her cousin—unzipped Cody's jeans with practised ease. Watched Chanel's glossy lips part. Watched that platinum blonde head lower.

"Fuck yes," Cody groaned as Chanel took him deep. "That's my good little slut."

Chanel moaned around him—actually moaned, like she was the one getting pleasure from this—and Kate could see her throat working, see her jaw stretching, see her taking him deeper than should have been physically possible.

(She's loving it,) Kate thought numbly. (She's actually loving it.)

"Mmmmmh…" Chanel's black-nailed fingers wrapped around the base, pumping in rhythm with her mouth. Wet, obscene sounds filled the car—gluck gluck gluck—and Kate wanted to look away but couldn't.

"That's it, baby." Cody's hand fisted in Chanel's blonde hair. "Show your little cousin what she's too pathetic to handle."

Chanel pulled back just long enough to shoot Kate a triumphant smirk—lips swollen and wet, eyes bright with wicked joy—before diving back down.

"Oooooh…" She was taking him into her throat now, nose pressing against his abs, and the sounds she was making were pornographic—gagging, slurping, moaning like his cock was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.

"Gonna—" Cody's hips thrust upward. "Fuck, gonna—"

Chanel pulled back at the last second, jerking him fast and hard, mouth open, tongue out—

He came across her perfect face, ropes of it streaking her bronzed cheeks, her plump lips, her blonde hair. She caught some on her tongue and swallowed with a theatrical moan of pleasure.

"Mmmm." She licked her lips, gathering what she could. "Delicious."

"That's my girl."

Kate was crying silently now, tears streaming down her plain, forgettable face.

Chanel finally turned to look at her—really look at her—and the cruelty in those eyes was absolute. No mercy. No recognition. Just pure, toxic superiority.

"Awww." Chanel pouted mockingly, cum still glistening on her cheek. "Is the little nerd upset? Did you think you were special, Kate? Did you think he actually wanted you?"

"I… I…"

"You were just keeping the seat warm." Chanel adjusted her puffer jacket, checking her reflection in the mirror. "A placeholder. Until something better came along."

She smiled—beautiful and vicious and completely without remorse.

"And babe? I'm so much better."

Cody pulled the car back onto the road. In the passenger seat, Chanel curled against him like a cat, already scrolling through her phone with those wicked black nails.

In the backseat, the girl who used to be Kayla—who used to be Kate—who had now lost everything twice—stared at her own trembling hands and wondered if she'd ever feel powerful again.

She wouldn't.

That wasn't how the car worked.

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In Chastity

 IN CHASTITY

By Evie and Youngblood

Joe found it ironic that he'd named his daughter Chastity... given what an unashamed slut she'd turned out to be. 

It was a good thing that her Mother wasn't alive to see what a spoiled and stuck up bitch she had become. Born with incredible good looks and natural charisma, Chastity had found it easy to bend boys round her little finger and get everything she wanted.

Five-foot four and busty in the chest, with a perfect heart-shaped ass, Chastity had an ideal figure and a pretty face. She knew how to accenuate her feminine charms and get what she wanted, but she was also lazy and bratty. She expected the world on a platter. All the boys she went to school with wanted her and all the girls wanted to be her. She was, in her own head, perfect.

But now Daddy had had enough. It was time for things to change and he had found the perfect way to do it.

Body-queaning was the latest Tik Tok craze and he had seen Chastity checking out some videos on her phone. If he could trick her into having a go at the craze, then he could get control of her body and turn her back into the good, kind daughter he had always wanted her to be. 

The body-quean filter would swap whoever was on screen together at the same time. He just had to get Chastity to use it...but how?

"Daddy! What the hell are you doing with my phone? You can't unlock it without my face print anyway."

Joe shrugged. "Oh, well I heard that there was this hot new craze on Tik Tok and I thought that you might like to try it. Wouldn't it be funny to see me inside your body?"

Chastity wanted to throw up at that idea. Her own father being inside her body was about the last thing she wanted to do with her perfect body.

"Eughhhh gross," sneered Chastity. "Why the fuck would I wanna swap bodies with you?" "It would be great for your follower count!" John replied. 

"Hmmmm, well I guess it would be kinda funny to see how bad you would be at being me," giggled Chastity as she looked at her fifty year old Daddy. 

He was still in reasonable shape for his age, but his belly was a little flabby, his hair line receeding and his beard had streaks of grey. Lines and wrinkles covered his face. 

"Fine. But only for a few hours. I don't want to be an old man for more than a day," sighed Chastity as she unlocked her phone and opened the app. She selected the body-quean filter and pressed the consent button.

Then, grabbing her Daddy in close for a selfie, she pushed the button.

The phone glowed and the filter activated, bathing the father and daughter both in hot pink light. Their vision went blurry. "Uggggh what's happenng Daddy?" groaned Chastity as she felt her soul being tugged out of her body.  She suddenly became aware of how good her body felt, her nipples were hard and aching, her soft young skin and tight pussy felt hot with arousal.  It was like she was being turned on by being ripped out of herself, like she was feeling herself becoming split from her own body and was the first time becoming aware of how good it felt to be her.  Jealousy suddenly flared in her - jealous thought at the idea of someone else getting her perfect ass, blonde hair and big tits - but there was nothing she could do now the filter had activated.

"Noooo, don't... make me... unnnnnnggghhhhh, leave my body."  Chastity groaned, trying to grab on as her soul was sucked out.  With every moment she felt her hold on her perfect slutty teenage body fade as her head slumped down and she felt the sensations from her body fade.  She was leaving it a hot empty husk, ready to be filled up and pumped full of some new soul.  That tight pussy, that soft skin would become Daddy's and the thought suddenly made her sick.  "Nooooo Daddy, don't do it... don't take my body, please. I don't wanna do this anymore!"

Joe felt himself getting hard, the most erect his penis had ever gotten since his wife was still alive. He grinned as the thought of him becoming his daughter filled his head, feeling his soul being pulled out of his body and into Chastity.  His spirit flowed freely into her open mouth, poured in through her tight pussy.  He was being sucked into her body - it WANTED him inside it. Chastity's slutty body loved his male spirit, her mouth was drooling with lust as she sucked her Daddy's soul inside and let it fill every inch of her tight young form.  He groaned as he felt slutty acryllic nails on his fingers, cherry lipgloss on his lips, the push of his tight young body and busty breasts jiggling in his new push up bra.  The smell of Chastity's body, a mix of sex and naughty perfume filled his nostrils as he tossed back his blonde hair and groaned as every molecule of her body became his to possess and control.

"What a fucking rush," he groaned in his daughter's hot slutty voice... and for the first time in his life he giggled, enjoying the sound. He loved the feeling of the air on his soft skin, the touch of Chastity's naughty clothes and tight fitting lingerie. He felt young and strong and... so goddamn horny. His pussy was dripping wet and his nipples were hard. Chastity's body had enjoyed the swap and so had he. Walking over to a mirror on the wall, he felt his pouty new lips curve into a wicked smile. "Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonnna love being a slut," Joe whispered.

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Mommy Knows Best

Mommy knows best

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM...

David sighed as he looked around his new home and listened to the racket coming next door from his daughters room. The little bitch was playing music incredibly loudly and refusing to come out and help him unpack. Chloe was acting like a total brat... again.

He supposed she was still angry about the divorce - but did she really have to take it out on him? It was her mother that had cheated on him and driven a wedge into their family. Laura had moved in with her new rich boyfriend and Chloe would clearly rather spend time at their luxurious house than at her Dad's new home.

He'd bought the apartment because it came fully furnished. Chloe's Mom had left him with almost nothing. It had all happened so fast.

Running his hands through his greying hair he unzipped his suitcase and walking over to the wardrobe pulled it open to begin putting his clothes away. He whistled as he worked, trying to ignore the thud of the bass coming through the wall.

Spoiled fucking brat... she needs to be brought under control.

David rubbed his eyes tiredly. It almost felt like he'd heard a voice coming from the corner of the room - but that was impossible. He was alone.

Maybe you're not as alone as you think simp.

This time David was sure he had heard a voice. He whirled round and peered into the corner. But there was nothing but an old fashioned full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

Elaborate silver scrollwork framed the mirror and it's silvery surface almost seemed to ripple as if it were alive. Intrigued he stalked closer and to his surprise saw a figure staring back at him.

Hello loser.

There was a woman in the mirror gazing back at him. A beautiful stylish woman. She was dressed all in black - in clingy tight fitting leather that left her smooth perfect legs on show and her beautiful figure clearly evident. Manicured nails and pedicured toes shone glossily back at him as she held him with a steady gaze. A sexy pony tail rose from her scalp - her hair black and her face bold with strong makeup and dark glittering eyes. Dollar sign earrings hung on either side of her head - this was a girl-boss and no mistake.

It was hard to tell how old she was - his age probably... but she was in a lot better shape than he was. She looked assertive, competent - the kind of woman who liked to hit the gym and work out. She looked like a man eating dominatrix... he could just imagine her sucking off some big alpha cock whilst making her cuckold husband watch.

He had always had a thing for women that treated him like trash. It was why he let his wife cheat on him for all those years - why he now allowed his daughter to push him around. Why he could do nothing but stare in admiration at the woman in the mirror.

Yes that's right. Women take advantage of you because you're a useless fucking cuck

The woman in the mirror laughed, her hands on her hips.

But even a useless cuck has his uses. I'm trapped in this mirror and I want out.

David knew that something evil was happening. He should cry out for help from his daughter, but the music next door was too loud and he couldn't seem to stop staring at the woman in the mirror.

Yesssss, that's it loser. Come closer. Come to Mommy.

The woman untied her belt and let her leather dress fall open. Underneath she was naked... her body perfectly toned and curvy in all the right places. A tattoo of a scorpion stood proud on her thigh - and David couldn't stop staring at her luscious breasts and shaven pussy.

Yes, isn't my body just the best? Come closer cuck. Get your dick out for me.

David was helpless to resist as he approached the mirror and unzipped his belt. His trousers fell to his knees and his cock sprang out.

Pump it for me...

David's hands stroked up and down his cock as the woman in the mirror began to touch and play with herself. She moaned, her pony tail swishing as she rolled her head and her eyes fluttered in delicious pleasure.

Sinking to her knees slowly, she grinned maliciously and opened her mouth invitingly.

David knew it was impossible - but the compulsion to slide his dick into her mouth was too strong. He pushed his cock up against the glass... and to his amazement with a wet glop it sank into and through the glass.

That's it cuck... give me your fucking cock.

David groaned as he felt the mirror woman's lips slide round his dick and he felt her begin to suck. She reached out and the glass bulged and parted as her hands came through and she slide them around his ass.

"Ohhhh fuck, ohhhh my God," groaned David as the woman's head began to bob up and down - her pony tail bouncing as she sucked and slurped his dick. He felt himself being pulled deeper into the mirror and the glass beginning to bulge and flow outwards as he thrust his hips into her face.

The woman's hands were on his back, she was sucking him so hard now... his dick had never felt so good... it felt like she was draining him of everything.

glug glug glug mmmmmmmhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh

With a wet pop the woman pulled her head off his cock and standing up pulled him deep into the mirror. He groaned as she flowed like water, her physical form starting to engulf him and flow over him.

A hand formed around his cock, pumping and stroking as she enveloped him and he felt himself being absorbed.

That's it... don't fight it.

David groaned as soft luxurious skin flowed over his own. Manicured nails sprang from his fingers and looking down he saw firm full breasts forming on his chest. He felt the woman's face flowing over his... her lips merging with his own as he groaned orgasmically and began to cum.

With every spurt - his dick shrank and as the last of the mirror surface wrapped around him and flowed over his body - his ass swelled up and a tight pussy formed over his crotch.

Trapped inside the woman - David felt her thoughts and memories beginning to smother his own. He felt his pony tail bouncing on his own head, as his new clothing formed around him and he reached down to tie up his leather dress. Licking his lips David tasted expensive lipstick and he ran his fingers over his skin, thrilling at the softness of his body and how good it felt.

Just let yourself sink into nothingness. Become me...

The mirror behind him was just an empty frame now - as empty and blank as David's thoughts as he felt it all slipping away. It felt so good to surrender to this new body. It felt so good to merge with the woman.

You're going to love being me. You're going to love being a woman.

With a groan David let go and allowed the woman to flow into every part of his soul.

It felt so good to surrender... to just become her.

There was no going back.

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Vivian opened her eyes and stretched languidly. "Mmmmmh, that is SO much better."

Adjusting her dress, she picked up David's phone and took a selfie. "Yes, I really am perfect."

Her perfect lips curved into a wicked smile as she walked over to the door and out into the corridor. Pushing open the door to Chloe's room she smirked at the look of surprise in the other woman's eyes.

"What the... who the fuck are you?"

"Don't you remember me bitch? I'm your step-mother."

Vivian's eyes bored into Chloe's and the girl felt her will being drained. Her mouth dropped open stupidly as the evil bitch dominated her daughters will and rewrote her mind to accept this new situation.

"Don't try to resist Chloe. Your days of fun are over. From now on you will do anything I tell you."

"Y... yes Mommy," gasped Chloe.

"Good girl," purred Vivian.

"But what about Daddy?"

"Your Daddy was a fucking loser. He's me now and we won't be seeing him again. Now turn down this fucking music and do your homework. There are going to be some big changes around here."

Chloe obeyed without question. After all... Mommy knew best.

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