Sleeper Agent

As Alex stared at the three bodies before him - he wretched and wondered if he was losing his mind? The three muggers had jumped him and Jack unexpectedly as they made a short cut through an alleyway. Their leader had pulled a knife on them and then it had all been a bit of a blur as his friend suddenly leapt forward. Now the dead bodies of three men lay on the street before them and Alex felt physically sick. Jack looked white as a sheet and in total shock, blood splattering his clothes as he looked at his hands in horror.

Jack was short, weak and skinny. He was a physical coward and under any normal circumstances would have frozen in fright and given the muggers whatever they wanted. But when they had come at them with the knife, something weird had happened.

Suddenly Jack's body had moved in an unfamiliar way - adopting a combat stance. His reactions had accelerated and with deadly skill and efficiency he had disarmed his attacker and slashed his throat. A series of spins, kicks and punches had pushed the other two back until Jack was able to break the neck of one with a head twist and crush the others wind pipe with a savage elbow blow. Now all three men lay dead and Jack looked shocked and horrified at what he'd done.

"Alex... what have I done? How did I?" He turned and threw up against the wall, shaking in shock and groaning in horror at the carnage he'd caused.

"Jack. How did you do that? I... I don't understand what is happening?"

Jack sobbed. "Maybe it has something to do with these weird blackouts I've been having. I've been feeling not myself for months now ever since that black trunk appeared in my attic. One day it was just... there. I don't know why I should suddenly think of it right now."

"We need to contact the police," gibbered Alex.

"Wait! Help me look at the trunk first. Something tells me it's important we find out what is inside. Then we can call the police. I promise."

Alex wasn't sure... but allowed himself to be convinced and leaving the scene of the carnage behind they ran home to Jack's.

***********

Still wearing his bloodstained clothing - Jack helped Alex into the attic and walking over to the large black trunk in the corner knelt down at the lock.

There was a combination padlock and for a moment he stared at it in despair, realising we would never get it open now.  Then suddenly his eyes widened and he began to put a code in.

"Hey, how do you know the code?" asked Alex.

"I... I don't know," whispered Jack. "It just popped into my head."

The trunk snapped open and they both looked inside. It was neatly compartmentalised and full of advanced looking equipment, weapons and clothes.

A silenced handgun, a sniper rifle, daggers and knives and a tight black armored black bodysuit... clearly designed to fit a woman's body all lay inside.

Jack's trembling hand reached out to a compartment containing numerous small vials of some strange pink liquid. Before Alex could stop him he had drunk one and he dropped the vial with a cry.

"Jack... why did you do that? Are you insane?"

"I... I don't know Alex. I felt this compulsion to drink it. I... I... ohhhh I feel... I feel so strange."

Jack suddenly threw his head back and with a crack every bone in his body seemed to pop and shift. He moaned and flexed his fingers... the nails lengthening slightly as his skin became softer and smoother - his habitual acne clearing up instantly.

His short hair began to lengthen and grow, turning silky black as muscle tone spread over his body... his hips popping out to give him a fit and athletic looking physique. 

Alex goggled as his friends chest swelled up with two rounded breasts and his torn and ill shaped clothing fell from his body as he stepped out of it and... as the transformation slowed and his new pinker lips curved into a knowing smile... he began to clamber into the tight black bodysuit with a satisfied sigh.

The black material hugged every contour of his new body perfectly and zipping herself up, the new woman turned with an elegant motion and slid her hand on her hip to regard Alex with amusement.  Her dark eyes glittered and she considered him as if she would consider an insect.

"J... Jack?"

"Jack is gone you idiot," grinned the woman in a sensual voice. "I am Agent Elsa."

"I... I don't understand," gibbered Alex as she advanced on him.

"Poor stupid boy," she purred. "Your friend was my cover. Who would ever suspect such a weak little dweeb could actually be the world's greatest assassin? Unfortunately when threatened by those idiotic muggers my muscle memory and skills became temporarily accessible to Jack and he did make rather a mess."

She was so close to Alex now he could smell her perfumed scent and he whimpered as she stroked his chin with a sexy finger. "I'm a sleeper assassin darling. I lurk in the subconscious of my host until its time for a mission and then pre-programmed mental commands makes my host come to the trunk to turn into me. The poor darlings are clueless they are me until they take Elixir. It's a rather wonderful drug that gives them my body... stronger, faster, sexier than they could ever hope to be. They remember nothing of course. The prefect cover."

"Are... are you going to kill me?"

"Normally... I would. I can't risk anyone exposing my cover after all. But silly Jack has already done that by killing in public. The police will undoubtedly trace the killings to him. Well... they probably won't due to their ineptitude, but I can't take any chances. Luckily, you were an innocent bystander and will provide perfect cover as my new identity."

Alex gawped as Elsa walked over to her trunk and pulled out a device that looked like a metallic headband.

"You see the Elixir gives my hosts my body... but this gives them my mind. I'm about to transfer my consciousness into your head and lurk in your subconscious. You're going to enjoy being me."

Alex whimpered as Elsa approached and he felt the cold metal of the headband come down over his brow..."

********

Yawning tiredly Alex rubbed his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit - but then, surely you would when your best friend had just died in an alleyway attacked by three muggers. Somehow Jack had managed to kill them all before succumbing to his wounds. It was funny - Alex hadn't been there - but sometimes he could almost imagine he had been and see visual flashes of what it must have looked like in that desperate clash.

His eyes slid over the large black trunk in the corner of his room. He frowned... then shrugged. Whenever he tried to think about the trunk, his mind slid away from it - a voice telling him it wasn't important. He couldn't even remember or explain where it had come from.

His phone suddenly beeped and he saw he had a weird message. It had the name ELSA and then a string of numbers and letters after it that made no sense to him.

Ahhhh yes, our first mission together Alex. Time to give me control.

Alex moaned as a wonderful feeling of evil power and dominance filled him. Knowledge of a thousand ways to kill filled him and a psychopaths dark heart opened in his chest as his lips twisted into a wicked smirk and he walked towards the trunk.

As Elsa drank her Elixir and felt her body transform, she was already imagining how she would perform this assassination and as her pussy formed between her legs, the twisted bitch was already wet. It felt so good to strap her perfect body into the black body armour and feel the satisfying click of a clip in her handgun. 

"Mmmmh good boy Alex. You're a very willing host. We're going to have so much fun together. Now let's go to work..."

THE END

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Bully-ween

Bully-ween

Jessica snivelled helplessly as her boyfriend Matthew tightened his grip on her hair and his sharp new nails dug painfully into her scalp.  She yelped as he laughed cruelly and yanked her head back to look into his triumphantly sexy face.  Soft pink lips curved into a wicked smile as he tossed back his perfect black hair and she gazed up at the doll-like face of her beautiful and dominant bully Violet.

"Trick or treat loser?" snickered the wicked young slut, no sign of the boy she had once been remaining. He even smelt like Violet now, of perfume and perfection. 'Violet', lent down and smirked nastily as she yanked Jessica's head up higher so it was almost level with hers.

"Do you think I'll win best costume at the party?  I think so - although maybe I'll let you win instead.  After all, you're going to look great going as my fuck-toy slave."

Jessica whimpered as Violet began to rip her clothes from her body and she felt her new collar snick round her neck.

"That's right slut, you belong to me now... and this costume is going to let everyone know exactly what I've made you..."

How had this happened? she thought as her head was brought down to worship her new Mistresses foot and she began to kiss it, the rest of her new costume ready to be put on for the party...

Where did we go wrong?

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

It had all started a few hours ago. Completely devoid of any inspiration of what to wear at the Halloween party tonight Jessica and her boyfriend Matthew had started to spit-ball ideas in the hopes they struck on something clever.  The theme of the party was 'The scariest thing you can think of.'  There was a prize for the best costume idea and Jessica was determined to at least give it a go.

"That bitch Violet is probably the scariest thing I can think of," she laughed as she thought about her hated bully. "She terrifies me completely."

"Hey... that's not actually a bad idea," grinned Matthew.  "You could go dressed as Violet and not only would it win the prize, but it would embarrass that horrible bitch that people thought of her that way."

"No way am I going dressed like her," laughed Jessica.  "Not only will she regard it as a personal insult, I don't want to look like such a horrible, stuck-up, self-centred person.  She'll beat the shit out of me if I dare to mock her like that."

DING DONG.  Any further discussion on the topic was suddenly interrupted as the door went and Matthew went to answer it.

Whilst he was gone Jessica mused over the costume ideas, but the thought of going as Violet became more and more attractive.  Maybe she could get away with it.  Dashing upstairs she managed to piece together an outfit and makeup palette she thought would give her a fair likeness of the bully and even found a black wig from an old costume that would do.

Walking into her bedroom, she laid all the items on the bed and shivered.  It was actually a bit kinky and taboo to imagine becoming a hot, bitchy, bully.  Jessica had always been kind of jealous of Violet, now she could pretend to BE her.  It actually turned her on a little.

"Well that was weird," Matthew commented as he suddenly entered the room.  "Some dumb kid gave me this and ran away when I refused to give him any candy."

He held out a small piece of card with a stylised pumpkin drawn on it. The word TRICKED was written on it. On the back was written, Tricked: become your costume.  "I have no idea what it means either, I suppose the kid was trying to scare me somehow, but I have no idea how."

Sighing he picked up the black wig from the bed, "I still need to find a costume actually, at least you're sorted - this Violet costume is pretty fucking cool.  This wig is ace it looks just like her hair."  Without another word he put it onto his head and adjusted it with a slight rustle. 

The black wig looked amazing on Matthew's head. It really did look just like Violet's hair and he even flicked it back with the same gesture she used, making Jessica giggle. 

"Feels kinda good actually," he grinned.  "Mmmmh, I always admired Violet's sexy hair.  I wonder what it would feel like to put more of her costume on?"

"Hey!  This is my costume," objected Jessica as her boyfriend picked up the slutty pink collar and tiny black bra she had picked out and to her shock began to put them on.

"You can have them back when I'm done," he smirked. "I wanna be Violet for a bit.  I wanna be the scariest, nastiest bitch this town has ever known and have everyone - you included, jumping to obey my every whim."

"No!" objected Jessica, but Matthew just ignored her and turned to face the mirror as he finished attaching the bra and began to pull on a pair of blue leggings and a slutty white skirt.

Jessica couldn't see what Matthew was doing anymore, not now his back was turned.  His chest seemed smaller somehow, the black string of the bra now visible against the smooth white skin of his back.  Had he shrunk somehow?  Violet's sexy black hair fell down his back in a cascade.  It looked really realistic.  His stance changed - suddenly more feminine. She began to tremble... something horrible was happening.

"Ohhhh fuck yes, I'm so fucking hot," giggled Matthew... his voice rising strangely and a familiar bitchy twang entering it.  "Yessss, make me into a fucking bitch."

Matthew had a makeup kit in his hand and he was now using it like a natural.  With his back turned, Jessica couldn't see exactly what he was doing - but his hands deftly made use of the brushes and she backed away in fear as she saw that her boyfriend had shrunk even further in height and now appeared to have a perfectly round ass.

"No... NO!" she whimpered suddenly realising what was happening.  Her eyes fell to the discarded 'TRICK' card on the floor.  She read the writing again:  Trick - become your costume.

With a triumphant giggle, Matthew turned from the mirror and Jessica shrieked as she saw the face of her bully looking right at her.

"Mmmmh, and now I AM Violet and it feels so fucking GOOD! Haha, just one last touch to make."

Reaching down the new Violet slid her feet into a pair of wicked high-heels and towering over Jessica she advanced forwards with a hand cocked on her hip.

Matthew was gone.  The makeup and clothing had transformed him utterly.  Violet's breasts hung supported on his chest... Violet's pussy glistened between his creamy thighs.  Long wicked nails extended from his fingers and Violet's shining white teeth beamed from his smile as he stepped forward to push Jessica back against her wall.

"Matthew, please stop - we have to try and reverse this..."

"Who the fuck is Matthew?" smiled the bully as her hand shot out and grasped Jessica by the throat, "I'm Violet... and I always have been. Of course, I remember that loser was tricked into becoming me - but he's gone now and we're going to have so much fun together Jessica."

Reaching down Violet picked up the trick card and handed it over to Jessica - forcing it into her hands.

"And now bitch... now it's your turn to become your costume too..."

Violet's hands snaked into her hair and she began to force her head up... the story had come full-circle.

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

And so it was hours later and they were finally at the party.  Jessica was wearing the clothing that Violet had insisted she put on.  She looked like a slut, and thanks to the magic of the trick card... she now was.

"Please fuck me," Jessica moaned - desperate for all the boys to ram their cocks into her tight body. Since Violet had made her wear this outfit, she had a desperate craving to be used like a whore and no amount of cock seemed to satisfy her anymore.

"I need more... fuck me full of cum, use me like your bitch. I NEED IT!"

Violet laughed as she grabbed her new fuck-toy's hair and commanded the next three boys to step forward.  "Use all her holes boys. Take turns."

The bully laughed, her own pussy wet at her cruelty and her complete domination of Jessica as she watched the formerly good girl, encourage the boys on and eagerly opened herself wide to get fucked hard.

As Jessica was pounded and Violet played with herself, both women had only one remaining question on their minds.

Were the changes permanent - or was this just a temporary Halloween treat?

Only time, would tell.

THE END

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Stepped On

Stepped On

Completely self-absorbed in taking selfies for her boyfriend, Lauren didn't hear the knocking on her door till it had been going on for some time. She snorted in irritation as she tossed back her long blonde hair and her face assumed it's usual look of haughty disdain.

"Who the fuck is it? I'm BUSY."

She sneered as the door opened and her pathetic father meekly stuck his head around the door. He was dressed smartly, his thinning hair neatly combed and his beard freshly trimmed. Lauren hadn't seen him so well turned out since Mom had left.

"Ummmm, hello princess. It's just me. I just wanted to tell you I'm going out on that date now and might be some time."

Rolling her eyes Lauren turned back to her mirror and gazed adoringly at her own reflection. "Whatever. Just make sure she's not a total dog and don't forget I'm the only woman who matters around here. Right Daddy? Mommy left us because you were such a loser,  try not to fuck this up as well."

"Of course Princess," he stammered, totally under the heel of his manipulative daughter. "I'll see you when I get back."

Lauren barely paid him any attention as he went. She was too busy in her own little world. As the most popular girl in school she had plenty to focus on. Boys, makeup, gossip and sex - she was at the height of her popularity right now and felt like a Queen. The world bent to her every whim and no one could stop her. It felt good to be the Alpha girl...

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

Lauren awoke with a start - subconciously aware that someone was watching her.  Pulling off her pink eye mask she gasped as she saw a woman was watching her... and boy what a woman.

Lauren knew she was pretty - but this woman could only be described as sex on legs.  She was curvy in all the right places with the biggest most perfect pair of tits the girl had ever seen. Those massive breasts seemed to defy gravity and they dominated the room. Lauren's own small breasts seemed pathetic in comparison. 

The woman looked like a human Barbie doll - she was perfectly manicured from head to toe and there was something chilling about the impossible perfection of her form. Lauren realised she felt jealous - a feeling she was not used to. 

"Hello Lauren," purred the woman - her voice as sensual and as perfect as the girl had expected. "I'm your new step-mother."

The woman held up a hand to show a pair of rings - an expensive diamond engagement and silver-wrought wedding ring. She smirked as they caught the light, obviously amused by Lauren's bewilderment and fear.

"What... who...? What's happening?"

"Don't worry dear. My name is Cynthia - but you can call me Mommy if you like. I'm here to take control of this house. I've already made your Father mine. Will you come in here for a moment dear?" she called out through the door.

Lauren's mouth dropped open as a man walked in through the door. It took her a moment to recognise her Father. His hair was now thick and full, his body muscled and in good shape. His body-language was assertive... confident. He looked like an Alpha male.

"Say goodnight to your daughter and kiss your wife good night. I won't be long... and then we can enjoy ourselves."

"Of course my Princess. Night night Lauren," smiled Lauren's Father, turning to kiss Cynthia passionately and then walking out of the room.

"Wh... hey! I'm Daddy's princess... not you! What have you done to him? You're not married to him - you only met him tonight - you must be the girl he had a date with. Is this a prank?"

"Smart girl," grinned Cynthia, "But no - this isn't a prank. Your Daddy and I ARE married. You see I always get what I want and if reality isn't the way I want it... I just change it to suit me."

Moving forward - Cynthia leaned over Lauren. Her massive tits swung enticingly on her chest and her beautiful eyes seemed to bore into the girls soul.

"For instance I have no need of a rival. A beautiful spoiled daughter who could weaken my hold on her Daddy.  I think you'll be a lot more compliant as my helpless simp instead. It's started already. Don't you just love looking at my tits?"

Lauren was no lesbian - usually other women's boobs held no massive appeal for her - yet suddenly she couldn't stop staring at the rounded swell of Cynthia's perfect rack. 

"Doesn't Mommy have such big, perfect titties? Don't they make you want to touch yourself and cum?"

Lauren wanted to fight - she knew something wrong was happening here but she couldn't seem to help herself as her hand slid down between her legs and began to tease her tight pussy.

"That's it. Gooning for Mommy feels good doesn't it. Rub, rub, rub... can you feel your little twat getting nice and wet for Mommy? Stick your fingers inside... it feels good to play with yourself doesn't it?"

Lauren moaned as she slipped her fingers into herself and began to pump. It DID feel good, really good and her own nipples were burning with desire as she watched Cynthia pop her tits out of her bra and begin to play with them.

Unleashed - they were somehow even more impressive. Still gravity defying Cynthia proudly massaged and rubbed them - groaning as her nipples hardened and she gave Lauren a real show.

"That's it slut. You're a simp for Mommy now. You spend all day everyday gooning to the thought of these breasts. That's why you have no time to wash your pretty hair or exercise. That's why you're so scrawny and out of shape... why your skin is so greasy and disgusting. Eugh, what terrible acne you have today..."

Lauren whimpered as the words sank like poison into her mind. She groaned as she orgasmed at the thought of being nothing but a dirty little fuck pig- squirting a little onto the bed as she carried on finger fucking herself. 

Her lank blonde hair, greasy and tangled lay matted on the pillow. Her spotty face was covered in blemishes.

"They say masturbating makes you blind, I guess that must be why your eye sight is so bad."

Lauren felt tears roll from her eyes as her vision went blurry. She knew without turning her head that a thick pair of bottle-top glasses would be on the night stand and her free hand snaked out to find them. Sliding them onto her face she could see Cynthia's triumphant face and huge jiggling tits. She had to keep staring at those tits, they were all that mattered.

"No time to be popular now you're my gooner. No time for clubs... for friends... for academic success. You're so unpopular... a total nobody. A loser that girls laugh at and boys bully."

Lauren knew it was true. She was a nobody. She was bottom of the social ladder, a complete failure. The thought made her squirt again... harder this time. Her ejaculation felt thicker this time and her pussy felt swollen. "What's wrong with my clit?" she groaned.

"Clit? You don't have a clit. Only girls have a clit. You're jerking off your beta dick for Mommy and you can't stop can you?"

Lauren groaned as an Adam's apple popped out of her throat and her body lost every curve it had ever possessed. Her fingers now clenched a tiny two inch micro dick and sticky white cum coated her tummy. Disgusting body hair had sprouted from her legs, arm-pits and even on her back.  She tossed back short lank hair as she groaned helplessly and pumped more white cum over her body.

"You're so pathetic aren't you Lawrence? Such a helpless addict for Mommy. Tell me how pathetic you are."

"Yes Mommy, I'm your pathetic slave, I am nothing compared to you. Thank you for putting me in my place."

Lawrence stroked his tiny cock, trying to hold onto something as memories slipped out of his head like water. It was weird but he'd had this strange dream he was this popular girl instead of the biggest loser at school. Of course... that was impossible. He'd always been a loser and he always would be.

Putting her breasts back into her bra - Cynthia smiled as she looked around the grungy bedroom with its permanent smell of precum. Lawrence was an emasculated simp now - an edging virginal fuck-boi. Her work here was done.

Later that night as her new husband pounded her with the ten inch cock she'd allowed him to have and she screamed in ecstasy - she got even wetter at the thought of Lawrence desperately jerking off next door to the sound of her fucking his Dad.

She'd squashed him like a bug and it had been so much fun. This was the fate of anyone who got in her way. They'd get completely stepped on... just like he had.

THE END 

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Babysitter Bonding (Classic)

Babysitter Bonding

An old caption series I wrote back in the day...

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Diminished

Having an identical twin sister had always been cool. We did pretty much everything together and as the two prettiest girls at school we basically got treated like Princesses.

Boys would simp for us and all the other girls wanted to be in our gang. My sister Ashley and I got everything we could want and life was good. I couldn't have been happier being top of the social ladder - even if I had to share the top spot with my sister.

She didn't seem to mind either... or at least I didn't think she did...

One day I was in our bedroom when Ashley came in with a sweet smile on her face. Sitting next to me she stroked my blonde hair... so soft and similar to her own. "Hey babe, I'm bored... can I give you a makeover?"

There was a strange gleam in her eye, but I agreed and Ashley excitedly led me to a chair in front of her mirror and made me sit down.

Ashley called the mirror 'her magic mirror'. She would spend hours staring into it. I didn't tend to be so vain - but Ashley loved to play with makeup and costumes and things. She was always making me dress up for her.

"This time I'm going to make you look like a boy," she grinned. "Just for fun of course."

I felt uneasy but I didn't want to over-react so I allowed her to get to work. She explained what she was going to do to me and a strange sort of acceptance came over me.

She started by making me clean off all my makeup. As I wiped my face clear - the slight imperfections of my face were revealed and her prettier identical face next to mine only highlighted the difference.

Next she made me take off my clothing and underwear. She took my bra and panties and tossed them to one side carelessly. Then more carefully she began to tape down my breasts and made me put on a pair of boys boxer-shorts.

"Here..." she giggled tossing me a sock, "stuff this down your pants."

I blushed and did so, now it looked like I had a fake bulge... my own personal cock. Ashley handed me a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt and a baseball cap. I put on the lumpy male clothing, it felt rough and scratchy against my soft feminine skin.

Gathering my hair up she jammed the cap onto my head and gave me a pair of thick black glasses to wear. The lenses hurt my eyes and made my eyeballs itch. I had to squint to see properly.

"Wow, you look just like a boy now," she smiled as she forced me to look into the mirror. 

I had to admit she was right. I did look like a boy. I really looked like one.

As I gazed into the mirror my vision seemed to correct itself. Looking in the mirror made the clothes on my body seem to fit better. I was now looking at the reflection of a small and weedy boy, slightly acned face... short blonde hair and heavy black glasses. He looked a bit like a loser... the kind of boys me and Ashley usually ate for breakfast. I had to admit she'd done on a good job on this costume.

"What do you see when you look at me... boy?" whispered my sister in a sexy voice I'd never heard her use before. "I'm such a hot girl aren't I? Don't you wish you could look this good? Does it make you hard and horny to look at me?"

I wanted to laugh but the intensity in my sisters voice stopped me. She spun the chair round and sat on my lap... giggling as she ran her hands over my chest. To my surprise my chest felt flat... my breasts now completely numb.

It was strange but I was suddenly finding my sister very overwhelmingly pretty and powerful.

"Do you like pretty girls like me? Do you wish you could simp for me poor little baby?"

She began to rub her ass against my crotch with a soft giggle. The sock in my pants seemed to throb and I had a sudden strange feeling a bit like a pleasant tingling.

"Ashley... wh... what are you doing?"

"Oooh I can feel it getting harder."

She stood up and giggled as I reached down and unzipped my pants. To my horror I saw a cock now jutting from my crotch... my pussy was gone and I had a penis!

Ashley grinned and clapped her hands together in glee. "It worked! I've turned you into a boy. You're really a boy now."

"Wha... what's happening?" I gasped in shock.

"Shhhhh... start jerking your cock for me and it will all make sense."

My hand slid round my dick and began to pump. Ashley grinned as she held my gaze cooly.

"Does that feel nice? You're going to be jerking off a lot more from now on. Pumping your cock for all the hot girls you constantly simp over will feel great. With every spurt of cum you'll forget you were ever a girl. Soon you'll be just another useless masturbating boy."

She leaned close. "Finally I'll be the hottest girl at school. Finally I won't have a rival who looks like me. Just a nerdy little brother who likes to jerk off to me and my hot friends and pervs over my sexy underwear."

I groaned at the thought of Ashley now being the only sister - able to be unique and have everyone love only her. With me out of the way she would no longer have to share. She could be selfish and take everything she wanted.

"Noooo Ashley please I'm your sister."

"No you're not," she purred, "you're my pathetic simp of a younger brother. You goon constantly for hot girls and have no social status at school. You're a loser. Now say it."

"I'm... I'm a loser I groaned as I erupted and sticky white cum splashed over my tummy.

"Eugghh, gross. Clean yourself up and go to your room loser. Maybe you can jerk off some more when you get there."

She tossed me some tissues and I wiped up the cum. Looking round the room I saw it had changed. There was now only a single double bed and everything here belonged to Ashley. It was like she never had a twin.

I stood up and made my way to what had once been the spare room. It was now a teenage boys room... my room.

Taking off my cap I looked at my short blonde hair and spotty face. Booting up the computer I found in there, I saw the hard-drive was full of porn and sitting down I began to edge.

My sister was right. I was a loser. I would never understand how good it must feel to be the prettiest most popular girl in school like her.

As I began to cum again I forgot all about what I had once been and I accepted my fate.

I was finally diminished.

THE END

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