Personal Growth

Examining the tiny chip that sat innocuously on her hand, Megan bit her lip nervously and wondered whether this was a good idea or not.  She'd ordered the personality chip from Psyche Co. after seeing an advert on an online game she was playing.  The idea seemed crazy - a chip that could alter your personality, give you new tastes and interests... but something inside her had wanted to try it.

Megan had been feeling restless for a while now.  Her relationship with her boyfriend Max had stalled, she was stuck in a dead-end job working as an lowly assistant in a department store and her friends all seemed to be moving on with their lives and leaving her behind.

The problem was that Megan lacked any ambition or drive.  She was too submissive and compliant with what other people wanted.  She didn't really even have any strong desires.  She had always had a pretty low sex-drive and hated being the centre of attention.  She knew that these qualities meant people walked all over her - even her boyfriend.

Megan had ordered the confidence booster chip - it came preloaded with a new personality that was more outgoing, more self-centred and more empowered... (whatever that meant).  According to the instructions, to prevent complete neural shock - the changes would take a few hours to fully kick in. Once the chip was inserted, a slow but gradual transformation would occur as her neural pathways were remapped.  She could remove the chip at anytime - again the changes would take a while to reverse, but it WAS reversible and that meant she could go back to her old self anytime she chose.

So why was she hesitating?

Part of her longed to stick the chip into her upper neck, hidden behind her hair and let it get to work. Another part of her was anxious - perhaps worried about what sort of person she'd become.  There was only one way to find out though and she had procrastinated enough. With only a slight hesitation, she pushed the chip in and relaxed as she felt no pain and no disorientation. 

She waited a few minutes, but not feeling anything immediately, she got up and leaving the chip in,  decided to get on with her day.  

She had decided she wouldn't tell anyone about the chip, it would be intriguing to see if anyone even noticed.  As she gathered her things, she barely noticed that her body language was subtly changing.  She pushed her chest out more confidently, stood straighter and her movements were more assured.

Megan was already changing... and she didn't even realise it.

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Megan had been sceptical that the chip was having any affect on her at all, till she started shopping and realised that her tastes were already radically different.  She usually preferred loose baggy clothing that didn't reveal too much of her body, but as she perused through her usual choices she couldn't help but think one thing.

Eugh, soooo boooooring.

Walking away from the usual tomboy racks of clothing, Megan found herself drawn to the tight bodycon dresses she'd always seen other girls wearing.  She'd never felt confident enough to wear something so figure hugging and sexy before, but now a pleasurable tingle seemed to thrill through her as she took down a sexy little black number and took it to the dressing room.

Stripping out of her boring checked shirt and loose jeans - Megan struggled into the dress.  Ironically, she'd always been skinny with the kind of slender physique some girls would kill for - but she'd always been too anxious to show it off.  Now the dress showed off every curve... every bit of her body was on show.  She loved how it looked.

You look so much hotter.  You need to ditch the boy clothes and start dressing more feminine.

"Yes, I need more clothes like this," groaned Megan as she ran her hands over her body. "I love how feminine these make me feel. I need more."

Reluctantly putting back on her boring old clothes, Megan paid for the dress, a new pair of heels and some stockings and then dived back into the changing rooms.  Emerging moments later in her hot new look - she strode out into the shops fully planning to max out her credit card. She stopped by a trash can to dump her old clothes as she did so. She wouldn't be needing that crap anymore.

Megan had always been anxious about spending too much on clothes and makeup - it seemed kind of wasteful, but now she was prepared to dive into her savings to get the wardrobe she deserved.  The chip was already making her feel more alive than she had for years.  She was enjoying pampering herself.

With every passing moment, her body language was becoming more assertive... more confident. After buying a new makeup kit, she spent sometime with a mirror redoing her usually natural looking makeup to create a bolder... more vibrant look.  Soon she looked like a new woman.

Megan enjoyed it as she realised men were checking her out.  She slowed her walk, felt more sass flow into her ass and she began to strut, deliberately walking in a provocatively sexy way.  She would have felt ridiculous doing this before, but now it felt so natural and easy.

Doesn't it feel good to be the centre of attention? 

It did feel good... and Megan wanted more.  She wasn't sure if this was how she'd imagined the chip would make her feel, but she damn well liked it.

It wasn't until she was in the third shop and some girl in the store didn't notice that she needed assistance because she was playing on her phone, that she also discovered how much she enjoyed being a bitch.  

"Hey you, do you work here or not?" she snapped.  "You better give me a discount for your shit service, or else I'll tell your manager you're on your phone when you should be serving customers."

The girl sullenly wandered over and Megan felt a surge of adrenalin as she realised the girl was intimidated by her. She'd always been so polite before, but being rude and demanding seemed to get results.  True, the girl hated her now... but who cared, so long as she got what she wanted.

Leaving with a bag of discounted lingerie - Megan felt like a million dollars as the chip continued to feed her ego and her confidence.  It felt good to be bad.

Let's see who else I can be rude to... then I need to get home and try this stuff on. I feel really fucking horny right now...

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Admiring herself in the mirror Megan felt her pussy get wetter than it had in years.  She looked so fucking hot in the lingerie she'd bought at the store. She'd never worn stuff like this before and now she regretted it. Every woman should try lingerie like this at least once in their lives, it really did make you feel hot and powerful.  

Look at the woman in the mirror.  She's sexy, strong and confident. She's in control.  She's the woman that men want to fuck, but they can't have her unless she wants them too.  YOU are that woman.

Megan groaned, "Yes... I have all the power.  I love how this feels."  It felt so good to be a woman... to have this body.  She had never felt such narcissistic love for herself before and knew it must be the chip affecting her - but she didn't care as it felt so nice.  

"I cant believe how unconfident I used to be... I feel so stupid spending all those years being a wallflower. Damn it - I could have been like this years ago!"

You deserve it all.  Your old personality was weak.  You're becoming so much better than the old you. 

"I am... I really am," grinned Megan as she grabbed her boobs and squeezed.  "Mmmmh, I deserve this after all those years of being a doormat. It's finally my time to get what I want, and I want SO MUCH."

What is it you want? Say it!

"I want... I want a better job.  I want more money, a better more luxurious life-style.  I want a boyfriend that worships me and does whatever I ask him. I want POWER."

Then take it...

Megan shivered and slid her hands into her panties.  She was soaking wet and she groaned as she began to slowly finger herself.  "H...how?"

You know how.  You know what you need to do. You need to let the chip make you more and more bitchy and confident. Why don't you turn off the safety settings?

Megan groaned as she slid her fingers in and out, in and out... "Ohhhh fuck... that's such a hot idea."

She remembered reading about the safety settings in the instructions.  It was this function that made sure the chip caused a gradual transformation. It also limited the personality changes and tried to ensure they melded with the original wearers personality, rather than fully override it.  There was a tiny switch on the chip that would deactivate the safeties.  Once off - the chip would become more powerful, more dominating. It would accelerate the personality changes much more quickly and also make them go much further.

Just imagine how powerful you'll become with no limits? You've only had the chip in for a few hours and you already want more, NEED more.  Why don't you take this all the way?  Make yourself a bitch... you know you want to.

"Ohhhh fuck," screamed Megan as she squirted in her new underwear, juices blasting out of her pussy as she shivered and shook... her legs trembling as the greatest orgasm of her life overcame her. 

Crawling to her desk, her mouth open and drooling... her eyes dilated with pleasure - Megan took the chip out of her neck and with trembling fingers and a pair of tweezers deactivated the safeties.  With a groan of triumph she quickly pushed it back into her neck and screamed in ecstasy as the chip sent crackling pulses of neuro-altering programming throbbing through her mind.

As she lay on the floor, she began to play with her pussy again, cumming and groaning in a puddle of her own juices as her mind was reprogrammed by the chip.

Good girl... now you will truly become a Goddess.  There is no going back - the changes are permanent. You will become the most confident, self-indulgent, narcissistic bitch it is possible to become.

"Oooooh yessss!  Make me into her, I want to become a Goddess... oh FUCK I'm cummming again!"

Megan writhed on the floor as everything she had ever been was re-written so she could become more perfect...

It felt.... amazing.

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Opening the door to his girlfriends apartment, Max yawned tiredly and walked inside. He worked on Saturday and he wondered what Megan had been up-to today.  She would usually message him throughout the day, but she'd been strangely quiet today.

Walking into the living room, his mouth dropped open as a gorgeous blonde woman in sexy red lingerie turned to meet him.  It took him a moment to realise it was Megan... she looked amazing.

"I dyed my hair blonde - do you like it," she teased coquettishly as she strutted confidently towards him.

"Megan... what the fuck?  Wh... what happened to you?"

"Megan?" giggled the blonde woman as she draped her arms around him.  "It sounds so boring doesn't it? I much prefer it when you call me... Mistress Megan."

He gasped as he felt something suddenly slide into his neck and a strange numb feeling entered him. "Wh... what did you just do?"

"Oh Max.  It's so wonderful. I bought a personality chip and it's totally reprogrammed my mind. I don't need it anymore, so I removed it and made some illegal alterations.  This chip will now turn anyone who wears it into a submissive slave."

"Wh... what," groaned Max... drooling as he sank to his knees and groaned.  He wanted to reach up and tear the chip out, but his hands wouldn't obey him... he had to stop Mega... Meg... Mistress Megan before it was too late.  Oh no! Mistress?  

"If you're thinking about removing the chip, you can't silly boy," purred his Mistress as she laughed musically.  "Your silly brain is already under my control.  In the coming hours you'll become more and more of a sub until you enjoy what I've made you."

Sitting down Mistress Megan spread her lingerie clad legs wide and beckoned for him to come closer.

"You could say I've experienced some major personal growth in the last few hours. Your doormat girlfriend is never coming back and the new me is here to stay.  Now, be a good boy and eat me out. I have a much higher sex drive these days and I'm going to need lots of attention from now on.  You're going to learn to eat my pussy properly - then we're going shopping so I can get you fitted for a cage."

Max obediently lowered his head to Megan's crotch and she giggled as she saw the chip in the back of his neck.

"Mmmmmh, isn't life much better this way slave?"

He just groaned as he lowered his face into her tight, wet pussy and she began to cum...

THE END

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 The Bitches Nails

Katie and her best friend Lulu found the box of nails whilst they were volunteering at the local charity shop.  The two friends were local do-gooders, and they gave up a lot of time after school working in the shop and trying to help the community. 

Katie was skinny and blonde - but in a geeky sort of wallflower way, and Lulu was short and stout.  Neither of them were very popular at school and showed no interest in getting involved in the local politics and highschool cliques.

Whilst cataloguing and putting items in the inventory, the pair would often come across things of interest - and the small metal box containing ten neat little sharp black nails was certainly one of the strangest things they had ever come across.

The nails were black and made from some weird plastic/metal composite.  They were incredibly sharp and durable.  Lulu hit one with a hammer just out of interest... and it just put a dent in the hammer.  The point of the nail was strong enough to cut through steel and it appeared completely indestructible.  She passed it to Katie who examined it curiously.

It was whilst Katie was trying to put the nail back in the box, that her fingers lined up in such a way, that suddenly the nails all came alive and leapt onto her fingers.  She shrieked as they fused with her fingers and she began to convulse and foam at the mouth almost instantly.  

Lulu screamed in horror and rang for an ambulance... 

"Oh my God, Katie! Hang on in there!"

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The hospital were flummoxed.  They had never seen anything like it.  The scans had to be wrong, they just had to be.

Katie's body had been invaded by tiny metal filaments that came from the nails.  They were so small that they had merged and entwined with her nervous system and were now literally part of her body.  Some had tapped into her brain, others her limbic system.  The nails were now an intrinsic part of Katie and could never be removed.  Not without killing her anyway.

As to what they were and where they came from - that was also a mystery.  The metal/plastic defied analysis.  It was impossible to take a sample.  Even a diamond drill would chip and shatter when used on the nails.

They appeared to be altering Katie's body chemistry in very subtle ways.  Some filaments were linked directly to her pleasure centres and erogenous zones.  Others appeared to be changing her metabolism. The only good news was she was fully awake and recovered.  In fact - she was demanding to be discharged!

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Tapping her long black nails on the bed impatiently, Katie scowled at the Doctors and pushed the clipboard away. "No. I refuse to take part in anymore tests - I feel fine. I want to be released."

"But we don't know what those nails are doing to you!" stuttered one Doctor.

"Look, I'm sick of being trapped in the hospital," snapped Katie, "I want out of here."

Since waking up, Katie's usually mild mood had been replaced by a increasingly frustrated foulness. She was pissed off and she wanted out of this dump. Worse... she felt... horny.

You need to get fucked.

Katie groaned.  Where had that thought come from?  She was still a virgin like her friend Lulu - one of the only eighteen year olds left in the town who hadn't had sex.  She'd decided she wanted to wait till she got married, not throw it away like the others.

You need cock inside you.  You need to get fucked.

Katie gasped, the black nails on her fingers tingling.  Vision's of being pounded like a slut... of losing her virginity to some powerful stud filled her mind.  She was wet instantly... wet and frustrated. There were no guys she could fuck here.

Then watch more porn.  Porn is good.  Program yourself to crave sex.

Katie blushed.  Since they'd given her back her phone, she'd been using it to watch hardcore porn.  It was something she'd not really done before... but now as soon as the Doctors were out of the room, her hand was in her pants... rubbing her clit as she watched hot dirty sex.

Her orgasms seemed more powerful than before.  Her new nails felt good on her fingers, she liked how they looked when she rubbed her pussy.  She should have been scared of cutting herself, but when she touched her own body the nails didn't feel sharp at all.  It was like they were in symbiosis with her and actually part of her skin. 

"Oh fuck," she groaned flushing with lust as the Doctor's looked at each other curiously.

"Did you say something miss?"

"GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" she screamed.

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"Holy fuck Katie... I never knew you were such a slut!"

"Shut up and just fuck me Chad," grunted Katie as she groaned in pleasure and spread her freshly shaven pussy wider to admit more of the bullies huge girth.

This second time felt a lot better - now she'd lost her virginity and was nice and open for big cock like this.  Her fingernails tingled and she gasped as a rush of serotonin blasted through her body as she admitted more cock - it was like she was being rewarded for being sluttier.

Good girl, take it deeper.

Moaning Katie, obeyed - her black nails glinting as she pulled her legs back as far as she could so that Chad could hammer her down and fuck the shit out of her.

"Damn, you're tight," he groaned sliding in and out with long confident thrusts.  "You better not tell my girlfriend about this - she thinks you're still in hospital."

Get control of him.

Katie shuddered as another blast of serotonin throbbed through her.  The nails on her fingers clenched into claws.

"Your girlfriend means nothing Chad.  Not now you know how tight MY pussy is.  If you want more, I need your help."

Chad grinned down at her.

"Oh yeah, what do you want?"

"EVERYTHING," she hissed as the nails sent more pleasure directly into her cerebral cortex.

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Lulu was shocked when she saw her friend.

It had been weeks since Katie had been discharged, but despite the many texts she'd sent, Lulu hadn't seen or heard anything from her.  Finally she'd gone to Katie's house herself... only to find her friend half-naked wandering around.

"My Mom and Dad are out," yawned Katie tiredly.  "They still think I'm recovering from the accident."

"It wasn't an accident," said Lulu as she examined Katie in alarm.  "Those nails did something to you and it's getting worse.  Oh my God, what happened to you?"

Katie had changed.  Her nipples were pierced... her body covered in tattoos.  Her face was heavily made up and she looked like a total slut.  The good-girl kind friend Lulu had known was barely visible anymore.

"I've been going to the local parlour.  Do you like it?" hissed Katie, evidently pleased.  "Anything that increases the sensation of pleasure and sex is worth it.  Anything that makes me sluttier."

"Katie. Those nails. They're evil.  They're rewiring your body to crave pleasure and sex.  They're destroying the bits of your brain that take pleasure and delight in nice things and making you crave only pleasure and sex.  We have to do something!"

Katie laughed, "Mmmmh, sounds pretty hot to me.  Why would I want to stop that.  I NEED my nails Lulu.  Maybe I can make you understand.  My parent's aren't really out you see. I found that I could use my nails to get into their minds too.  Let me show you,"

Suddenly Katie darted forward and Lulu screamed as her friend stabbed the nails deep into her arm. 

"Don't struggle," hissed Katie in delight. "I just need to access your brain for a while."

Inside Lulu's body, tiny filaments shot out from the nails and accessed her brain.  Lulu groaned, drool dripping out of her mouth as Katie began to reprogram her friend to be more to her liking.

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Katie moaned in pleasure as Lulu and some other bitch from school whose name she had forgotten pleasured her pussy.

"Yes, that's right you dirty little sluts... make me cum."

Three boys were standing obediently watching, jerking their cocks.  Katie liked to make them watch her warm up before having her fun with them too.

More... you need more.  More cock... more pussy... more sex.

She moaned, feeling the craving - the need for more growing within her. It wasn't fair - no matter how much sex she had - how cruel, depraved and bitchy she acted - the nails made her crave more.

It was the only way she could experience pleasure anymore - to be so absolutely slutty that the nails would give her that hit of serotonin she craved.  She didn't care who she had to hurt to get that hit. Friends and family meant nothing to her anymore, only pleasure. Only the nails mattered.

She had been lost to the bitches nails...

THE END

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 Dormless

Friday - 7PM - The University Bar

Shuffling the cards drunkenly, Sam carelessly cut the pack and rapidly dealt one to each of his friends.  They came to a halt on the sticky beer encrusted table top and Tom, Mike and Dan each nervously picked one up.

They were in the University bar on a Friday night and it was pretty dead.  The four friends all shared a dorm, but unfortunately were out of cash - so whilst everyone else went out and partied in the city - they were at the cheapest bar they could find, trying to eke out their drinks and amuse themselves slightly.

It was Sam who had found the box of cards hidden amongst a stack of boardgames and interestedly pulled them out.  "Role-With-It: University Edition.  An 18+ role playing game.  Pick a card and assume a stereotypical university character.  Fool another person into thinking you're actually your character to win."

"Hey you idiot," complained Tom as he looked at his card.  "This game must be for girls, my card is for a female character."

"Yeah mine too," whined Mike.

"Me three," completed Dan.

Sam shrugged.  "So... we're only messing about.  What kind of characters did you get anyway?"

Tom blushed and turned his card over.  "You are Harlow.  She is the bitchiest girl at University, the one that is always bossing the other girls around. She is leader of the pack, the mean girl who gets what she wants. She always dresses in the most expensive fashion and uses boys as human ATM's to get what she wants.  She loves to fuck hot boys and cheat on her boyfriends."

Mike flipped his card, "You are Harmony.  She is Harlow's best friend and a complete ditzy dumbo.  She loves to have fun and is obsessed with pink. She's giggly, silly and a total boy tease.  She lives to be ultra-feminine and is never away from her mobile phone and her social media accounts."

Nervously Dan turned over the final card.  "You are Ava.  She's the biggest slut at University and lives to get fucked.  She does all her thinking with her pussy which is the tightest on campus.  Boys will do anything to creampie her perfect pussy and she loves to hook up with the hottest men around and act like a whore at all times.  She gives the best blowjobs and is a budding size-queen."

"Fucking hell," snorted Sam.  "Who wrote these cards?  That's filthy and perverted!"

"Thank God we're not actually playing this game," laughed Dan.  "If we were girls, we'd have to dress up and try to act like those characters - we'd be total skanks and bitches!"

"They do sound kinda hot though," smiled Tom.  "If I had to become a girl, being a bossy, dominant, blonde bitch sounds quite fun."

"Whatever," laughed Mike. "Being a ditsy dumb tease would be even better, I definitely got the best character."

"You're both wrong," smirked Dan. "Can you imagine how good it would feel to be the biggest slut on campus, getting fucked by massive cocks and always being the centre of attention?"

Sam shifted uncomfortably.  The conversation had taken a weird turn and he was suddenly aware his friends were acting... kind of weird.  Why were they talking as if they ACTUALLY wanted to role play these characters.  They were even squabbling about it!

"Guys, cool it will you?  It was just a dumb game, and we can't even play it anyway.  Look,  we're out of money.  Lets head back to the dorm and watch some TV."

The three boys seemed to snap out of their daze, and standing up, they all left to go together back to the dorm.

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As soon as they entered the dorm, the boys realised something was wrong.

"What the fuck?  Where's all our stuff gone?"

The previously masculine room was now clearly feminine.  Three beds lay dotted around the room with girly cushions on top.  Female clothing hung from racks or was draped over chairs and everything was different.  All the boys personal belongings were completely gone.

Going over to where his bed was supposed to be, Tom clapped slowly as the light of dawning realisation grew in his eyes. "Sam... I gotta hand it to you.  This is the best practical joke ever.  I don't know how you got someone to come into our room to move all our stuff and replace it with this, but it's a great gag.  I suppose this is 'Harlow's' gear right?"

Sam shook his head in astonishment.  "No... no. This isn't right. I haven't done this."

"Oh yeah sure," grinned Tom. "First you make us pick out girl characters from your game, then we come up here and find clothes, makeup and items that would belong to those characters in our dorm. Pretty clever."

"No, guys.  Seriously.  This isn't possible. We have to go get help, I don't understand what's happening here."

Tom had picked up a blonde wig from the bed.  "I suppose we're supposed to dress up like girls as part of your stupid joke.  I'm guessing this is meant to be Harlow's hair."  Grinning he slid the wig on and adjusted it into place.  It looked shockingly realistic as it settled on his head and he shook it back.

Affecting a deliberately high pitched voice, Tom giggled and said "Is this what you wanted to see... baby?"

"Hey, we've got wigs too," laughed Dan and Mike as they slid theirs onto their heads and adjusted them. All three of them now had very realistic looking blonde hair.

Reaching up to remove the wig, Tom tugged and frowned. "Hey, it won't come off."  Without even realising it, he was still affecting a higher pitched voice, only now it sounded somehow more natural and realistic. 

"OMG, my hair feels real!" gasped Dan as he stroked it in wonder.  "How is this possible?"

"I don't know," giggled Mike "but I was also messing about with these fake nails and they're like totally just stuck to my fingers too."  He held up his hands to show that somehow he'd managed to attach a set of pink nails to his fingers. "Hey Tom, what's like with the bellybutton ring?"

Tom was looking guiltily down at his tummy, where he'd just slipped in a sexy metal piercing that winked sluttily from his tummy.  "I don't like know... I just had this urge to like try it."

"Why are you like talking like that?" giggled Mike as he put his painted nails to his mouth and laughed.

"I don't know bitch," smirked Tom, "Why are you like talking like that?"

All three of them had adopted a higher pitched, softer voice and were dropping slang words into everything they said.  

Whilst Mike and Tom had been arguing, Dan had been stood by the mirror and he suddenly turned round.  Everyone gasped as a pretty feminine face looked back at them... the makeup brush still in Dan's hands.  "I just like totally had to try this makeup and it looks great.  Boys, you gotta try this."

"No... no guys... stop," shouted Sam as he realised something was very wrong - but his friends just ignored him.

"Yeah, makeup would be good," laughed Tom.  "And we've just got to try on some of these clothes."

The boys began to strip off their outfits and Sam watched incredulously as they began to struggle into the feminine outfits laid out on each bed.  Soft crackles filled the air, with little hums of pleasure as each boy put on clothing, or did his makeup, or squirted his body with perfume.

Soft aaaaah's and moans of pleasure escaped from the boys as their bodies began to change.  Sam watched in horror as they grew smaller, slimmer... the skin soft and hairless.  As each boy pulled female underwear into place, the bulges in their pants retracted and their chest swelled up with boobies. Shaking out their long blonde hair, and smacking their pink lips together to activate their lipstick... three very hot looking girls had now completely replaced the space where moments before his friends had stood.

"Hey Harlow, I feel amazing," giggled Harmony as she admired her pretty pink nails and giggled like the dumb ditz she was. 

"Yeah - well of course you do. We're the hottest bitches on campus," smirked Harlow as she stretched confidently and pulling up her knee socks looked round their dorm room. "We have the best style."

"Hehe, and we have the tightest pussies," grinned Ava as she rubbed at herself and moaned hotly. "Are we gonna get some cock tonight?"

"Damn Ava, is fucking all you think about?" sighed Harlow as she admired herself in the mirror.

"Mmmmh, pretty much," smirked the sexy blonde nympho excitedly.

Suddenly all three girls stopped and turned to look at Sam.

"Hey, what the fuck is this boy doing in our room?"

Harlow frowned.  "I can't remember. It feels like he was here for a reason. Were we playing some sort of game or something?"

Sam gibbered as he realised his three friends now believed themselves to be the characters they had chosen earlier on in the bar.  Harlow, Harmony and Ava had come to life before his very eyes.  

"Guys, you have to remember.  This isn't the real you.  You're not girls, you're guys.  Maybe if you can remember this will reverse and you'll turn back to normal. Holy shit - I never wanted this to happen, I'm so sorry we played that stupid game."

Harlow moved forward and laughed at him. "What the fuck are you talking about? Hey, you're Sam - that fucking loser who has no friends and is always drinking in the bar.  Get the fuck out of our dorm room loser, or I'll call security.  You're so pathetic, even Ava wouldn't fuck you."

Ava laughed, "I'd give him a pity blowjob - but even I'm not in the mood.  We need a real man in here."

"Ummmm, like get out of here," giggled Harmony.  "Ummm, why does he have to leave again?"

"Because he's a boy and he doesn't belong in our dorm," snapped Harlow as she rolled her eyes at her ditzy friend.  "Now are you going to leave, or do I have to kick your ass?"

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Staggering out into the corridor, Sam heard the dorm room door slam behind him and the lock click. Dazed he staggered away, realising he had no idea where he was supposed to go, or what he was going to do.  His friends had become different people and they seemingly didn't remember what had happened to them.

Getting out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts and was horrified to see that none of them were in his phone.  It was like Dan, Tom and Mike didn't exist anymore.  Running down to the bar, he desperately began to ask people if they knew who his friends were - but no one did.  It was like they'd been erased from history and he was the only one who remembered.  Maybe because he'd dealt the cards or something.

Running to the boardgames, Sam began searching for the Role-With-It box.  Maybe there was a way to reverse all this.

To his horror, the game wasn't there.

He had lost the game and he had lost his friends.

He was totally dormless.

THE END

 

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 Taken for a Bride

"Dear boys. Before I marry Kyle - I want to make peace with his three closest friends.  Please come to the bridal suite so I can speak to you all. I'll be waiting. XXX"

Crumpling the delicately written note back into his pocket, Jack hesitantly reached out and pushed open the door to the bridal suite.  Flanked by his friends Jacob and Richard - he walked inside, assailed instantly by a feminine smell of perfume and hot hair straighteners.

Kay was busy by a mirror, applying makeup and making herself look pretty.  She was dressed only in the skimpiest white lingerie imaginable - two matching sets draped on chairs next to her. She giggled as they entered and indicated they should shut the door.

"Jesus Kay, we didn't know you'd only be half-dressed," stuttered Richard averting his eyes.

"Do you like it?" purred Kay as she struck a sexy pose, "Kyle is gonna rip this off me and fuck me so good tonight after we're married.  I can't wait for him to take me."

The boys shifted uncomfortably as Kay giggled at their awkwardness and poured herself a glass of champagne.  Sipping it slowly, she eyed them all and tossed back her long blonde golden hair - fully aware that each of them was getting hard in her presence.

It was this flirting, teasing, bitchy attitude that had so enslaved their friend Kyle and it was also the reason the three boys hated her and wished Kyle would dump her.  Despite their best efforts, he refused to get rid of Kay and so an uneasy truce had developed between them. 

"Boys, I asked you to come here because I'm about to become Mrs Carter and I really need to deal with this enmity between us.  I don't want my married life to start with a beef between me and my man's best-friends.  I want us all just to get on."

"Fine words," said Jacob, "but we've known Kyle a long time and we don't like the way you treat him.  You've turned him into a human ATM and have him simping and fawning over you."

Kay actually laughed, amused at their accusation.  "Don't be ridiculous.  I've done what any woman does - I've improved Kyle.  He was just a dumb tactless boy before I met him, I've made him into a man. You're all just jealous that he's fucking me and that he's now stylish, successful and interested in spoiling me rotten. *sigh* Unfortunately none of you have girlfriends, or this would have been easy.  I would have just befriended them and helped get you all under control.  Boys should do what girls tell them to and life would be much simpler."

Jack sneered, "If this little pep talk is supposed to convince us to bury the hatchet with you, it's not working. It's just making it clear that you're an even bigger bitch than we thought."

Kay rolled her eyes and pouted - finishing off her champagne and putting her glass down with a clink.  She stretched like a cat, her tight lingerie moving with her body and the three boys couldn't help but get harder as she clopped towards them in her high heels and produced something that had been tucked into her bra.

She now held three cards of a strange design, their backs all marked with R.W.I.  They looked vaguely familiar and Jack felt a sudden tremor of fear.

"Do you remember last night boys? You were all very drunk and having fun with Kyle.  I asked him to make sure he played cards with you three and to slip these into the deck.  Do you remember?"

Jack shuddered as he suddenly recalled the moment he'd found the strange card in his deck. Kyle had snatched it from him before he'd had a chance to look - and he'd done the same with his friends.  What was this about?

"It's from a little game I like called - Role With It - Wedding Edition.  The cards are magic. I decided the best way to deal with Kyle's bothersome friends was to give you new roles and responsibilities for the wedding that better suit my purposes.  None of you have seen your cards yet - but let me show you what you're all going to become."

With a giggle she turned to Jacob and turned over the card.  "Ooooh congrats Jacob.  You got chief bridesmaid.  You will dress like a pretty spoiled bitch and become the utterly loyal and mean best-friend of the bride."

She turned to Richard, "Sister-bridesmaid.  You will become the hot younger sister of the bride and be just as spoiled and entitled as the she is. Yes!  I've always wanted a little sister."

Finally she turned to Jack.  "Ohhhhh what a shame.  You got the enslaved caged-simp card.  You will become a hopeless simp for the bride and her friends, you will obey her and do everything hot girls ask - longing to be humiliated and dominated by girls at all times. Your tiny cock deserves to be caged."

The three boys looked at each other and laughed.  "Holy shit Kay, you've lost your mind!  You've gone completely fucking crazy," roared Jack as he wiped a tear from his eye.

Kay's mouth tweaked into a smile.  "Oh yeah?  Then why are Jacob and Richard so desperate to try on this lingerie?"

The boys stopped laughing as Kay strutted over to a chair and picked up one of the white stockings.  She stretched it between her fingers and gave the boys a hot look as she waggled a finger, summoning them to come over to her.  "Are you feeling a sudden urge to dress up like me?  Then get over here and do something about it."

Jacob and Richard blushed and Jack looked at them with a laugh. "Lads, she's gone crazy.  Lets get out of here and find Kyle.  I'm going to tell him all about this and convince him to stop this wedding."

He turned to go, but Jacob and Richard didn't move.  They seemed hypnotised by the stocking in Kay's fingers and a strange dreamlike expression had come over their faces.

"That's it boys," she purred, "I get married in a few hours and I'm going to need my bridesmaids to help.  Get over here and start getting dressed.  I'll help you.  Don't you want to be pretty?"

Jack watched with growing incredulity as his friends stepped forward.  "Wh... what's happening to us?" groaned Jacob as he began to tear off his clothes. "I feel... I feel like I have to do what she says and put on the lingerie.  I NEED to wear the lingerie."

"Yes! That's it boys, don't fight it.  You want to wear these sexy clothes. Soon you'll suit them so well."

"Lads, stop - what are you doing?" gasped Jack as he reached out to try and hold them back.  But they shook free of him and continued to rip off their clothes, till they stood naked.  Jack watched in horror as his friends began to pick up the white lingerie and clamber into it... stretching it over their male bodies and letting it snap into place.

"Oh Jack?  I have something for you too," laughed Kay as she picked up a small box from her dresser and tossed it to him.  He caught it automatically and opening it, gasped in horror as he saw a small metal cage. He knew what it was... and he knew what it was for.  The thought should have disgusted him, but suddenly he began to feel a terrible urge to put it on.

"Nooooo," he moaned.

"Oh yes!" giggled Kay.  "Why don't you watch your friends become MY friends and then we'll get that onto you."

Jack's attention snapped back to the boys.   They had the stockings, panties and garters on now and were moaning and gasping as the strangest thing started to happen.  As they put on the clothing, it was transforming them... moulding them... shaping them to their new roles.

Jacob's ass swelled up, his body hair retracting as his skin became softer and more delicate.  His bulging cock - jutting obscenely from the tiny white g-string he was wearing, began to shrink and suck inside him as his garter and stockings snapped into place over long endlessly smooth legs.

Moaning in ecstasy Richard, giggled as his voice rose in pitch and he shook back his head... causing blonde hair to cascade down his back.  Pulling his bra into place, his chest shrunk in width, as his entire body became smaller... but with wider hips and two perfect breasts that pushed achingly out of his chest.

Kay squirted the boys with perfume and laughed and giggled as sexy fingernails lengthened and they both became blonde vixens just like her.  Body postures changed as the two boys adopted a feminine, girly body-language and walking to the vanity mirrors began to do their makeup.

"Oh fuck yeah," giggled Jacob as bones cracked in his body and he applied makeup to his sexy face.  His features were becoming more feminine and he was almost unrecognisable now.

"Mmmmh, this game is like SO fun," laughed Richard as he hugged Kay.  "I love you sis."

"No! You have to fight it boys," groaned Jack as he felt something happening to him too.  The urge to try on this damn cage was getting too strong.  To his horror, he felt a compulsion he couldn't fight to remove his clothing.

"Why would we wanna fight this, beta boi?" sneered Jacob as she turned from the mirror and regarded him with mean, bitchy, eyes.  "Being a girl feels AMAZING.  I can feel my old stupid personality fading. I'm becoming Jasmine and soon I won't even remember I was ever anyone else.  My new role suits me PERFECTLY."

"And you can call me Rory," giggled the other bitchy girl next to her.  "I'm so proud of my sister - bagging a man and enslaving him so easily.  I wanna be just like her and get myself a boy to dominate."

Kay grinned as her new bitchy bridesmaids flanked her and she poured them both a glass of champagne. "Welcome to the party girls.  You're now on the winning team.  Just a shame that poor old Jack here is such a fucking loser.  He'll make a good servant for the three of us though."

Jack was naked now and the cage in his hand was open and ready to put on.  He tried to fight his hand, but it was moving slowly towards his cock. 

"No, please... don't make me do this!"

"I can't wait to see him put that on," laughed Jasmine as she craned forward expectantly.  "He's going to be such a dumb little loser."

"Ooooh, yeah - Kyle will lose all respect for him once he's our simp," giggled Rory.  "This is going to be great."

Sipping her champagne, Kay watched with glee as Jack's hand moved to his cock and the cage snapped into place.  Immediately the magic of the game began to take effect.   Jack's body became flabbier, less toned as his cock shrunk and he became a nerdy little cuck.

"Do you feel better now Jack?" asked Kay with a purr.

"Yes Goddess."

"Do you want to serve us and please us loser?" grinned Jasmine.

"Yes Goddess."

"Do you wanna be our bitch boi and do whatever we tell you?"

"Yes Goddess."

The three girls cackled in glee and chinked their champagne glasses together.  

"Then get over here so I can sit on your face," smirked Kay as she tossed out her sexy hair.  "I need to finish getting ready and the girls are gonna help me do my makeup. I need a footstool to sit on whilst I prepare."

Turning to the mirror, Kay lowered her perfect ass onto her new slaves face as her sister and her best-friend excitedly helped her prepare.  With Kyle's friends eliminated, she could now get on with enjoying the wedding and having the spoiled Princess ceremony she had always wanted.

Kyle's friends were much more useful to her, now she'd taken them for a bride.  

If Kyle was a good boy - she might even let her girls join them tonight... he had no idea what he was in for.

THE END

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Ethical

For Sadie Thatcher

Abigail had always been a coffee addict, so when a new joint opened on her campus she was eager to try it. Like many students her age, she lived off an unhealthy diet of coffee and lack of sleep - always in a rush to complete the next essay and maximise her grades, so finding a new supply of quality moka was important to her. 

Abigail lived for university.  She wanted to be a Doctor and once her medical degree was complete, she'd be able to start living her dream of saving lives.  In the meantime she loved the university life-style. Lectures, essays, reading... dreaming.  She didn't have much time for boys or for going out with friends. She had her eye on the prize - a first class degree and a fast-track to the future.

Brushing back her slightly unkempt brunette hair, she sipped at her coffee and had to admit it tasted good.  "Ethical Coffee" sure did know how to make a good brew.  She supposed the name of the company was supposed to entice students like her inside too... all their products were fair-trade and ethically sourced.  How noble.

The boy on the counter Jack had seemed nice too. He'd even made her coffee from a special machine.  She'd seen him go use it deliberately. Funny - but no one else seemed to be getting theirs from that particular machine.

She drank more of the coffee. It was rich and creamy and made her toes tingle and a delicious warm feeling throb through her.  Damn that was good coffee.  Mmmmmh.

Coffee was supposed to make you jittery and alert - yet this coffee made her feel relaxed and comfortable.  A surge of confidence washed through her making her straighten her back slightly and push out her flat chest. Her gestures became incrementally more feminine - her eye contact with the men in the shop slightly longer and more bold.  As she finished the coffee, the changes were barely noticeable - but the Abigail who had entered the shop was no longer the one who exited it.

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Making flirty eye-contact with the hot boy on the end of the row, Abigail wondered why she was finding it so hard to concentrate in class.  She usually loved lectures, but this afternoon she felt restless and uneasy.  She found to her embarrassment that she felt kind of horny and her nipples kept getting hard at inopportune moments. 

The boy wasn't that hot, but it was fun to flirt a little - not that she had any intention of letting him get anywhere.  She was just... practicing. 

Her mind kept turning back to the delicious coffee she'd had this morning.  She was already wondering if she should get another on the way back. She decided she should.

Exiting the lecture as quickly as possible, she hurried off to the coffee shop and bought another.  Again, Jack made it for her from the same machine, and again it tasted full, rich and amazing. 

Abigail groaned, playing with her hair.  It felt fuller and richer than usual. Like the coffee it was warm and soft - vibrant and full of life.  Her skin felt softer too... like it had absorbed the cream from the coffee and given her a flawless complexion.  She examined herself in her mobile phone, admiring how nice she looked today.

Suddenly realising she was being vain, she blushed and put away her phone.

She had essays to write and better get out of here for now.

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Abigail was feeling a little hung-over this morning, so the coffee was welcome as she drank deeply from the cup.  Her eyes protected by sun-glasses she giggled as memories of the night before flashed through her mind.  The hang-over had been worth it. 

It was little over a week since she'd started regularly drinking coffee at 'Ethical'.  She even had a customer loyalty card now.  It must have been a coincidence, but since she started going for coffee here she had been feeling healthier and fitter than ever before.

True... she'd put on weight... but not in a bad way.  As someone who barely ate or slept properly, Abigail usually was thin as a rake with no curves and thin ribs.  In the last week though, she'd filled out nicely. People had begun to notice her figure and she liked it.  Her hips seemed bigger and even her breasts felt larger.

The boost in her body had led to a boost in her confidence and personality.  She felt full of restless energy and had barely studied for a week.  That was why she'd gone out last night.  One of her friends had asked her out of politeness, probably expecting the usual knockback. Instead, Abigail had (possibly even to her own surprise) said yes, and soon found herself dressed up in a sparkly dress and heading to a bar.

Abigail had been out before of course.  She usually didn't get noticed and there was little danger of being hit on by boys.  But last night had been different.  She'd been surprised by all the men looking at her, until she'd caught site of herself in a mirror.  She'd almost forgotten about the changes she seemed to be going through, but when she really thought about it - her sexy silky hair and more curvaceous body did of course make her considerably sexier.

She had to admit she liked it.  The sexier she felt the more her confidence had grown... and the more she had been determined to flirt. That was how she'd ended up kissing a boy on the dance floor and getting groped.  That was how she'd had the most delicious night of making out.

Drinking more coffee, Abigail waved and smiled at Jack.  He always seemed to be on shift here and they often spoke.  He seemed interested in her, but there seemed to also be a strange distance between them.  She sometimes felt it was almost like he was studying her or something.

Licking the last of the creamy coffee up like a cat drinking milk, she played with her hair and a sudden thought struck her.  "I wonder what I'd look like as a blonde?"

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Abigail smiled as the hairdresser finished playing with her hair and she admired her new blonde locks. She'd always wanted to dye her hair but never had the confidence.  She shifted uncomfortably... her chest felt unusually big today.  When she'd woken up this morning it had been to find her breasts had grown. She could no longer deny that they were getting bigger.  She thought that sort of growth usually stopped earlier in your life, but apparently she was having some sort of spurt. 

Not that she minded.  Her tits were starting to get a lot of attention and that felt good.

"Thanks babe," she giggled as she admired herself in the mirror.

"You're welcome Abi."

"Wh... what did you call me?" she suddenly asked... stunned by the sound of the syllables that somehow seemed to click in her head.

"Oh sorry. I just assumed you'd go by a shorter name.  I thought a hot girl like you would probably be called Abi rather than Abigail."

"No... yes... that's right," grinned Abi. "I'm Abi..." she purred, tasting the unfamiliar syllables in her mouth and enjoying them.  

Tasting them like she'd tasted that boys cock last night and enjoyed it.  

Abi wanted to giggle to herself at the thought of what a slut she'd been last night.  She'd hooked up with that boy from her course and they'd gone for drinks.  The night had finished with her sucking him off and him cumming in her mouth.

It was the first sex she'd actually had at university.

Banishing the horny thought from her mind, she paid her hairdresser and strutted out of the shop.  "Now I'll find out if blondes really do have more fun."

It was time to get a coffee.

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Drinking her coffee and enjoying the stares of hot men as they passed, Abi sipped thoughtfully at her delicious coffee and pondered.  She was hung over again - having become quite the party girl in the last month. Whereas once she would have been panicking about the fact she had essays due she was going to fail, it no longer seemed important. 

Her other hand was glued to her phone.  She'd sold the old piece of crap she used to use and dug into her savings to get a state of the art iphone.  These days she was constantly on social media, taking selfies and checking out fashion.

Being her was actually getting kinda expensive.  She'd developed a taste for expensive clothing, makeup and jewellery recently... which was kind of a problem due to the fact she had very little money.  Her parents would go mad if she asked them for more.  They were getting worried about her and she was trying to hide her recent life-style changes from them, but knew she'd eventually fail.

"What the fuck am I going to do for cash?" she thought as she sipped her coffee.  "Hehe, maybe I should stop drinking this coffee," she purred. "I must be spending a fortune on it. I'm such an addict though."

Abi had begun to wonder if being a Doctor and countless more years of university was even a good idea.  Her restlessness and inability to concentrate was getting worse.  She was beginning to wonder if she had ADHD. Her head was constantly in a day-dream these days.

That or she was replaying the mindblowing sex she'd started to have recently.

She smirked as she thought back to the absolute Chad she'd pulled last night.  His friends had all been jealous as she'd taken him back to her dorm.  A night of tight riding and explosive orgasms had been his reward as she fucked him hard with her tight toned body.

She was proud of her body. It was creamy and tanned... rich and full, just like her favourite coffee.  She had curves in all the right places now... endless hips and full, ripe, breasts.  She felt so sexy and hot when she could flaunt that body... tight clothing and nudity made her feel so sexy.

Suddenly an idea popped into her head.  Nudity... money... how did those two things connect?

She smiled as she realised how and a new idea began to form in her mind.

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Yawning tiredly, Abi made her way into the coffee shop and looked around. She looked like a different girl now.  After three months of being a regular patron at Ethical coffee, she was now a blonde fashion Goddess.  High heeled shoes had replaced her sensible trainers and her face was like that of a supermodel.

The place was empty... there was no one here but her this early.  She spotted Jack at the counter and walking sexily over, gave him a million dollar smile.

"Coffee please Jack."

"Sure thing Abi," he grinned back.  "You just finished your shift?"

"Yeah - I made a couple of hundred dollars dancing tonight and thought I'd call it a night," she bragged. Since taking her dream job, she'd been able to make enough to supplement her income and get the things she wanted.

"Holy shit, I wish I could be a pole-dancer like you at that gentleman's club, you seem to rake it in," joked Jack as he made her coffee.

Abi laughed, "Well when you look as good as I do, it's easy money."

Glancing around Abi saw they were fully alone. Jack had his back turned, so with a sly smile she walked around the counter.  "Maybe you'd like a private demonstration?"

"Abi, what the fuck are you doing... you're going to get me fired!"

"Ohhh, I don't think so.  In fact I've been meaning to talk to you for a while."  Abi moved close and looked at him with her doe like eyes.

"Jack, I figured it out. I know there's something in the coffee that's affecting me.  You've been experimenting on me and I want to know why.  Oh don't worry - I'm not mad... in fact I like it.  Is there something in the coffee Jack? You always make it for me from that one machine and everyone else gets it from the other one."

Jack looked panicked, "Don't be crazy, how can you accuse me of something like that. Of course there's not anything in your coffee I..."

Jack broke off as Abi's hand slid into his pants and he groaned as she began to stroke his dick. "Shhhh, it's okay Jack.  You can tell me.  I like what a bimbo you're making me, but I want to go further. "

"Oh fuck Abi, you need to stop that. They'll kill me if I betray them."

"They?  Who are they they?"

"Uuughh, oh fuck.  Listen it's a secret project... it's temporary. It will wear off once you stop drinking the coffee.  Just so long as you don't get too big a boost you'll be fine.  I only agreed to help them if they at least stuck to some ethical barriers."

Sliding to her knees, Abi pulled down Jack's pants and licked her lips.  "Ethics are boring. Maybe I want more Jack.  Fine - don't tell me about your secret project. I don't care who you're working for really. Maybe it's the University... maybe it's an evil corporation? Who gives a shit? I don't even care what's in the coffee. I just want more. I want to become the biggest bimbo bitch you can make me. I want an overdose and you're going to give it to me. Let me show you why"

Jack groaned as Abi slid her lips around his cock and began to suck.  He gasped and shuddered as she expertly fellatioed him using all the slutty experience she'd had lately.  With a wet pop, she pulled her head free.

"Mmmmh, you see, I don't want to go back to that nerdy academic bore I used to be. I like the new me and I want more.  I don't care how this is happening, only that it continues.  I want you to make me more of a bimbo.  Turn me into a fucking bitch Jack."

"No... we agreed we'd only go so far with the experiment. In fact it's almost time to stop.  It would be unethical to go further," gasped Jack.

Abi giggled and spat on his cock.  "Then it will be unethical for ME to go any further.  If you want me to suck this big, delicious dick - I need more coffee Jack.  I want you to make it double strength for me everyday from now on.  I want to drown in it until I'm a complete and utter slut.  Can you do that for me baby?"

He groaned helplessly as she began to suck again... and as he began to cum in her mouth, she knew he'd do anything for her now.

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Admiring her slutty white new nails, Abi stretched... her big tits jiggling as she reached out to grab her take-out coffee from her bedside table.  Drinking deep, she shivered in pleasure at the rush as the triple strength coffee pumped through her veins keeping her fake, bitchy, dumb and plastic just the way she liked.

"Mmmmh, like Jack totes still makes the best coffee," she giggled.  He'd told her the effects were permanent and she didn't need to keep drinking, but she loved the taste anyway.

Her new boyfriend Joe looked over and shook his head. "Damn Abi, how do you even sleep with all that coffee inside you?"

"Sleep?" she giggled coquettishly, "who needs sleep when I can fuck you all night instead?"

He laughed, admiring his hot slutty girl and wondering whether she'd really gone to university as she claimed.  She was about the least academic person he'd ever met!

"Maybe I should try some of that coffee sometime if it's so good?"

Abi laughed and giggled and a wicked smile crossed her lips.  "Ooooh maybe you should.  Mmmmh, it would be kinda interesting to see what would happen."

Joe just grinned. He didn't know what Abi was talking about, but he was sure she would never do anything... unethical.

Would she?

THE END

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