SUCCESSION CRISIS

SUCCESSION CRISIS

Eleanor giggled as she sat down on her brand new throne and her best friend Anna rolled her eyes at her audacity. She grinned winsomesly at her friend and made a fake imperious gesture as she pulled a pompous face.

"So what do you think? Do I look suitably regal?"

Anna shook with barely supressed irritation. "I can't believe you agreed to this Eleanor. This is crazy!"

"Awwww don't be such a sourpuss. They offered the throne to you first, but you said no."

She shifted uncomfortably, the fine robes and expensive jewels she now wore an unaccustomed weight on her nerdy frame. She felt weird in all this finery, she was usually a jeans and a t-shirt kind of girl, but a Queen had to keep up appearances. At least they'd let her keep her glasses so she could see. "Look Anna, I know it's a stretch but I couldn't just leave them in the lurch, they need our help."

"But we have to get back to our world and out of this crazy place! We've done enough to help them... defeating the wicked witch, saving the kingdom from destruction... it's just a shame we weren't able to save the royal family before the witch murdered them."

For the last few months Anna and Eleanor had been trapped in a magical fantasy world after falling through a magic mirror. They'd battled monsters, shown themselves full of plucky courage and even saved the kingdom. Now Anna was desperate to return to Earth and her family.

But the people of the Kingdom had begged for their help. With the royal family murdered, there was no one to sit upon the royal throne and now the people would only accept one of their two saviours. To avert a civil war and prevent the total destruction of the people they had saved Eleanor had agreed to become their queen. At least as until such time as a better ruler could be found.

After all what did Eleanor know about ruling a kingdom?

"It's going to be okay. I can do this," smiled Eleanor. "I want to help these people. I want to help rebuild, ensure there is fresh water for the cities, house the homeless... advance the rights of the citizens. This is a chance for me to make a real difference. I can always return to the real world later. All my life I've wanted a real purpose and something meaningful. Here in the Kingdom I can finally do something good."

Eleanor reached to the side of her throne and picked up a grisly looking leather bound book.  "I found the witches spellbook after our battle. I've been reading through it and I think I found a way to make a magic mirror on this side and then you'll be able to cross between worlds. Only problem is time dilation. If I'm right months and years in this world are only a matter of hours in ours. No one will even know you've been missing but if you come back months or even years might have passed here."

Anna's eyes widened in alarm. "Eleanor be careful, that witch was completely evil. Is it safe to read her spellbook?"

"I'm sure it's perfectly safe. If I'm going to be a good queen I need every tool at my disposal. The book hopefully has some knowledge I can use for good. Besides it's the only way I know to get you home. Look don't worry about me. Go back, I'll return one day."

Eleanor began to read from the book, her tongue clumsy around the unfamiliar syllables. The air shimmered and turned to glass as a magic mirror as tall as Anna was created.

The two girls hugged and cried. Then with a final reassuring squeeze of their hands - Eleanor watched Anna step through the mirror. Anna vanished and Eleanor was left all alone in her throne room... alone except for the book.

Eleanor suddenly felt very alone and a little scared, but she reminded herself... she needed to be brave. She COULD do this.

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HUNGER

HUNGER

When the men in black suits caught you snooping around the military base, they quickly black-bagged you with a hood and dragged you away.

Someone injected something into you causing you to lose consciousness and then you were thrown into an enormous concrete empty hanger with powerful overhead lights. 

For a day you were left alone, hungering and thirsting... yet strangely you didn't imagine regular food. Instead you couldn't stop thinking about sex and big throbbing cock.

The more you thought about it, the more the pleasure/pain intensified. Your whole body burned with desire and you could feel your bones popping and your skin shifting. It was impossible to see what was happening to you properly... but as your chest expanded, you became very acutely aware that you had breasts now and were clearly turning into a woman.

New clothes were thrown in from a hatch, and you wore them... boots and tight spandex. It was clear you were being experimented upon, but for what purpose you didn't know.

Your dick seemed smaller,  your hair longer. You couldn't stop imagining getting your hands on a big dick. You fucking needed it!

Then they thew the other man inside. He was tall and well built. You wanted him immediately.

You tried to resist, you tried to stop yourself... but the hunger was too much. Your body seemed to emit some kind of pheromone and he couldn't resist your advances. 

Soon his cock was in your mouth and you were sucking and sucking and sucking. It tasted so good and feeling him respond made you feel good. He groaned unable to contain himself and as you drank his cum you felt yourself grow stronger. It was like you were sucking out his life force.

Afterwards the man seemed docile and willing to follow your instructions. You drained him again and again noticing how your breasts seemed to get bigger... your body stronger and your desires more perverted. Soon you had a round fuckable ass, big tits and a pretty face. But still you hungered for more.

More men were thrown into the hanger. You fucked and sucked them all. For hours cock pounded in and out of your body... you didn't even care that you didn't have a dick anymore... it was better to have all of these holes for men to fill.

Sex made you stonger. Your army of simps grew larger.

Finally the day came when you simply tore the security doors from the walls and overwhelmed the guards. Within 24 hours you'd taken control of the facility and drained even more men.

The succubus serum was a total success and finally you were going to learn all about it. If you could overcome your hunger that was...

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RECONFIGURED

RECONFIGURED

(For YoungBlood ❤️)

The Branson family were delighted with their new home. They'd only moved in a few weeks ago, but were already loving the vibe. The house had previously belonged to a somewhat eccentric inventor who had eventually gone bankrupt trying to commoditise some advanced quantum technology - and Kevin and Rachel, had bought it at a snip without realising some of that technology was still hidden within the house.

The adults were blissfully happy and their college age kids Sally and Bobby seemed happy too. Everyone had their own room, plenty of space and the house was well equipped with lots of modern features. There were also some... unusual modifications that the previous owner must have made. Advanced air conditioning, intelligent cupboards and fridges too... along with some mysterious features no one had quite figured out yet.

Bobby was looking at one now. He'd not been down into the basement until today, after getting curious about it. Looking around the dusty cellar, he noted that there were various shrouded shapes. This had been the inventors workshop and a lot of his gizmos had been mothballed and forgotten about, even with the house sale.

The thing Bobby was looking at seemed to be part of the house itself. It was a control panel/monitor built into the wall and wiping off the dust had caused it to switch on.

Information about the house now crawled across the screen. Internal temperature, light levels, moisture and even air pressure. Bobby saw that it was possible to adjust everything.

Scrolling through options, Bobby found a 'Room Reconfiguration' option. Intrigued he pressed it and saw that there were different themes preloaded.

He selected a room... his Mom and Dad's bedroom and experimentally pushed a button. CHANGE TO POPULAR BRAT BEDROOM? 

He pushed yes wondering what it meant.

WARNING. QUANTUM REALITY RECONFIGURATION BEAMS WILL TRANSFORM EVERYTHING IN THE ROOM TO MATCH THEME. EFFECTS ARE PERMANENT. ACTIVATING NOW.

Bobby heard a hum from somewhere, some massive generator hidden under the house perhaps and he suddenly had a queezy feeling like this had been a bad idea.

Cursing he raced up the cellar steps to see what he had just done.

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Interchangeable Parts

INTERCHANGEABLE PARTS

"Do you know the best thing about the dollification beam? It turns you into a living plastic doll, and then back into a real human being at will... but whilst you're transformed you can swap nearly any body part with any other transformed person.

You can even swap heads... and then faces... it makes it pretty easy to assume some one else's identity when you're jacked into their entire body.

What I didn't know though was that the more of your body you replace with someone else's... the more like them you become. Their personality begins to affect you and like an organ transplant to avoid rejection you have to give into those feelings.

Having interchangeable parts seemed like fun at first. When I started I only meant to take Chanel's hands... I always loved how sexy her nails looked... but then I couldn't resist also trying her ass, her tits, her hair and finally her face.

It didn't stop me from adding a few bits from some other hot girls I liked too... I swapped out her tits for a bigger model and increased my hips. Now I'm a fucking Goddess.

I'm now just a brain in a slutty body... I'm more Chanel and those other bitchy girls now than who I used to be. I seem to have become a mean, nasty, spiteful little bitch who enjoys making others suffer. I've absorbed all the worst femals character traits and made myself a mega bitch. It feels so fucking good.

Thats why I'm going to have some fun with you all next  I'm gonna turn you all into dolls and swap your parts round. Three of you will be perfected and become like me to join my new clique... the rest of you will get all the reject parts and be bullied forever. 

I love playing with dolls, this is gonna be so much fucking fun."

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ONE-SHOT

ONE SHOT

One-shot. That's all it took - one little shot of nanobots and your once nerdy body was now that of a plastic bimbo princess. It felt fucking amazing and you were more than happy with the results. You wondered what your friends and family would think of who you had become. Would they be envious or disgusted. You didn't give a shit... the changes you had made to your mind meant you found anything short of narcissism difficult to understand anymore.

Looking in the mirror your resting bitch face didn't so much as twitch, yet you were pleased with what you saw. Long dark silky hair, bronzed flawless flesh, full pouting lips and curves to die for... topped off with the swell of two huge round globes... boobs that were evidently fake but that screamed wealth and power. You were a Goddess now, just as you had designed.

Cosmetic surgery had become so advanced recently that it was no longer necessary to undergo weeks of invasive surgery, implants and recovery to have work done. If you had enough money you could simply pay for the upgrades you wanted and get them as a shot that would transform you within 20 minutes.

The process had been so pleasurable.

First you got to design yourself on a computer... building the body you wanted. Of course, the better the options, the more expensive and exclusive it became. Height, weight, eye colour, hair... gender... it was all fluid now. All customisable. You could ever pay extra for unique copyright, to ensure you were the only person with a particular face or other body part. So that even in a world of fluid physicality you could be unique and therefore desired. If anyone could simply become you, all your work would be wasted.

Which is why every inch of your body was copyrighted and insured. No one would ever be able to look this good, to have these assets in a single package. If anything you were more unique now than before you transformed.

And the transformation didn't just have to be physical. Nanobots could change neural pathways, transmit knowledge, alter perception and personality. You'd paid a lot of money to become a bitch... pretty much everything you had.

But it was worth it.

Squeezed into a form fitting green jump suit that could change as your body changed... injected with the nanobots... feeling the transformation begin.

Muscles tightening, body toning, breasts growing. You had set a target age of 25 years old and as you felt your skin tightening and your bones popping and cracking you knew you had made all the right choices.

Big hair, eyes like pools of hypnotic dark chocolate, a perfect body toned and sculpted to perfection. You felt a moan escape your pouty pink lips as your head itched and the nanobots went to work.

You'd been clear. You wanted to be more confident, mean and bossy with a narcissistic personality that only cared about money and status. Your shallow new personality was perfect for this body... perfect for the bitch you were becoming. 

As your perfect ass swelled up, your sex drive and libido were activating - the desire for big cock and hard bodied men overwhelming whatever your old sexuality used to be. 

You heard the jumpsuit stretch and snap into place around your changing body, felt it rub agaisnt your tight perfect pussy making you gasp in pleasure.

You were a vain, egotistical, self-obssessed bimbo bitch now and you felt your mind fill with the knowledge you had requested. Sex positions, fashion houses and manipulative techniques. 

The shot worked even faster than expected. Fifteen minutes after walking into the Doctors office and you were already a new woman. You'd spent the last of your money on the identity upgrades. The nurse was already preparing your Gucci handbag where you would find your new I.D card, keys to your Porsche and everything you needed to become Darcy Greene - rich socialite and Internet personality.

You were broke. The one-shot had cost everything. You didn't have a single penny in the bank, but that didn't matter. As you hefted your new tits and admired your perfect body you already knew you were never going to have to pay for anything yourself ever again.

You had one shot at being a bimbo bitch and you were not gonna fuck it up!

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