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beautification-tales · 2 months

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The Lesson

A prequel to “The Video”

April sat cross-legged on her bed, the flickering light from her computer casting eerie shadows across the walls. The serum she had perfected was in a small vial on her desk, its contents swirling lazily as if it were alive. Her heart raced with excitement and anticipation, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out to touch the vial. This was it, the moment she had been working towards for months. The moment she would finally find out if her serum worked as she hoped it would.

She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves before unscrewing the cap of the vial. The sharp smell of chemicals filled her nose, making her eyes water slightly. Carefully, she drew a small amount of the serum into the syringe and brought the needle close to her skin. “Here we go” she whispered to herself, summoning all the courage she could muster. She plunged the needle into her arm, feeling the cool liquid seep into her veins.

For a moment, nothing happened. April sat there, breath held, waiting for something, anything to change. But the seconds ticked by, and her heart continued to beat at its steady rhythm. She glanced down at her arm, expecting to see some sort of transformation, but it looked exactly the same as before. She ran to the bathroom as she looked in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, unchanged. Her heart sank as she realized that the serum hadn't worked. She had failed.

“Argh you’re such a loser April. You never get anything right.” Her inner critic was relentless, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of despair. But as she stood there, staring at herself in the mirror, she noticed something strange. The color of her eyes seemed different. Not lighter or darker, but...richer. Like they had always held that depth but had been obscured before. She stepped closer, studying her reflection intently.

“Yes! It’s working! I’m a genius. Dr. Brown is going to be so impressed.” April’s brown hair turned platinum as she imagined telling her favorite Professor of her success. He would smile and kiss her before pushing her against a wall and fuck her.

April frowned at the idea and shook her head trying to remove the image from her mind. The more she tried to think of something else the more vivid the images became. April’s body responded to the thoughts as she bit her lip. “W..wait no this is wrong. Ungh get out of my head!”

The images stopped for a moment as a voice whispered in her head. “But it’s what you want and now you can have it.” April could feel herself get wet as her nipples hardened poking through her shirt. “No, stop it. I just wanted his respect… and his cock.” April covered her mouth in shock at how sultry the last statement sounded. It was not her voice. The voice in her head grew louder. “Stop fighting this there’s nothing holding you back. You don’t have to be that pathetic nerd. You can be more! You can feel more” April’s hand moved like it had a life of its own rubbing her jeans as her hips gyrated.

“Mmm what am I? What am I doing? Feels so good” April’s eyes fluttered as she lost control feeling woozy. April’s vision corrected as she no longer needed her glasses as her vision became blurry behind the thick lenses. April in a trance opened her jeans as she plunged her fingers deeply inside her. She felt hot as she gasped and heard the voice again. “Dr. Brown is going to love the new you. He won’t be able to resist.” April’s fingers picked up speed as her flat butt ballooned in her jeans. Her flesh dug into the denim as her thighs got thicker and her hips widened.

April’s moans became throaty and sexier as her face shifted. Cheekbones rose, her nose softened, and her lips plumped. April arched her back as the changes began to reach their end. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” April’s breast grew bigger as they began to make her t shirt rip down the middle. The sound of ripping and moans echoed in her apartment as her niples hardened into two perfect pebbles. “I’m gonna Hhhhahh!” She grunted as the orgasm rocked throughout her body. She felt energized as she got up and looked at herself in the mirror. “I’m gonna fuck my professor mmmm fuck! It feels so good to say it out loud.”

April walked over to her desk and grabbed the note she had written to Dr. Brown. She crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash can. She smiled seductively as she put on her new outfit. A black bra and panties set that perfectly accentuated her new curves. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the smooth skin and the weight of her breasts in her hands. She finished getting dressed in the least modest outfit she owned.

With a confident swagger, April left her apartment and made her way to the university. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power and desire coursing through her veins. Every step she took was a reminder of the changes she had undergone. Her hips swayed subtly, her breasts bounced with each step, and her new scent filled the air around her.

When she arrived at Dr. Brown's office, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but also incredibly aroused. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, her heart racing in anticipation. The door opened, revealing Dr. Brown's familiar face, but she barely registered it as her gaze was drawn to his own obvious arousal. Dustin had seen beautiful students before but the way the pencil skirt and blouse hugged her skin. It was almost as the clothes were too small but still looked so good.

“Ahem yes! May I help you… Miss?” Dustin Brown said, his voice slightly shaky. He cleared his throat and tried to maintain his composure as he took in the sight of the stunning woman standing before him. Her eyes were locked on him, her expression a mix of confidence and desire that was both unsettling and intoxicating.

April smiled seductively, walking into the office. She closed the door behind her, effectively shutting out the rest of the world. "Dr. Brown, I wanted to speak with you about my latest paper." Her voice was soft and sultry, barely above a whisper. It sent shivers down his spine. "But I think there's something else we should discuss first." She stepped closer, her hips swaying as she moved.

Dustin Brown felt himself growing harder as she approached. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "Miss... I'm sorry, but I don’t recall seeing you in any of my classes." He tried to sound firm, but his voice betrayed him. It came out as a whisper, barely audible.

April laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, I'm not one of your students, Dr. Brown. I'm Pepper. I am a biologist with my research focusing on one thing." She moved even closer, until she was just inches away from him. Dustin could feel the heat emanating from her body, could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. His control was slipping fast.

"What... what is your focus ?" He managed to stammer. His heart was racing, his mind reeling from the sensual onslaught. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Pepper smiled, running her hands up his chest, stopping just above his shoulders. "My focus, Dr. Brown, is on transformation. On changing. On becoming something new and exciting." Her fingers danced along his shoulders, sending shivers down his spine. "And I've been wanting to change you for quite some time now." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want to make you into something that's been aching to get out of you."

Dustin's breath hitched as he felt her body against his, her breasts pressing into his chest. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her even closer. "What do you mean?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

She smiled, her lips curving into a wicked grin. "Oh, Dr. Brown, you know exactly what I mean." She stepped back placing a hand on his crotch. "I've been watching you, you know. Seeing the way you look at your students, the way you fantasize about them." Her hand moved, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing the defined muscles of his chest. "I want to give you what you've been wanting.. it’s time for you to be bad.”

As she spoke, her fingers moved with a practiced ease, undoing his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. His skin gleamed in the soft light of the office, and she felt her mouth water. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she reached around, unfastening his slacks. "You're such a good boy, Dr. Brown. But I'm going to make you naughty." Her breath fanned across his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

With practiced efficiency, she stripped him bare, revealing his hardened length. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently, feeling the heat and strength of him in her palm. "You've been holding yourself back… it’s time to let it all go." Her words sent a thrill of excitement through him.

Dustin felt himself growing even harder as she continued to stroke him, her touch both gentle and possessive. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin, his breath coming faster and faster. "P-Pepper," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

She looked up at him, her eyes dark and smoldering. "That's right, Dustin. I’m your dreams come true. A bad girl who just wants your cock." She leaned forward, taking his aching length into her mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and she began to bob her head, sucking him deeper. He cried out, his hips bucking forward as he lost control.

Her head went up and down vigorously as she sucked. Her tongue and lips wrapped around his member expertly as Dustin’s head tilted back. His hands found their way into her hair, gripping tightly. He could feel the heat from her mouth and the softness of her lips as they slid up and down his length. He arched his back, pressing deeper into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he was close.

"That's it, Dustin. Let go. Let me take you there." She whispered, her breath hot against his skin. He could feel his control slipping further and further away as she continued to suck him, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony. His hips bucked wildly, his body tensed, and he cried out her name as he came, spurting hot cum into her mouth.

She took him all the way, swallowing every last drop, before pulling back to look up at him. His chest heaved, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to catch his breath. "That's it, Dustin. You're such a good teacher, but I'm going to help you be bad. Really bad." She smiled, running her fingers along his still-hard length. "I think you're going to like it."

#beautification #transformation #breast expansion #f2f transformation #origin stories #ass expansion #slutification #beauty is power

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flowerysubmissive · 2 months

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I want to feel his hand tight on my throat and his fingers pushed deep inside my pussy. I want to watch the way his personality switches from sweet to domineering while playing with me roughly. I want to hear the soft velvet of his voice as he laughs at me for being a just another slut with a leaky cunt. I just want him to let me be the needy girl I am for him.

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scrumptioussweetheart · 10 days

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gettin more edges in this morning! remember sluts, dont cum without permission first, or else! im too dumb to make those decisions an so r u❤️

#bimbo training #dumbification #edging my mind away #bimboification #brainless #im a good girl #good toy #orientation play #slutification #sluttraining

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rylem33 · 2 months

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Another Horny Little Devil

This is the story in its entirety. As always, you can navigate over to my blog (link on my Tumblr homepage) to find all of my stories ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stephanie zipped up her jacked a little higher around her neck, the February chill biting at any exposed skin. She was walking the familiar route through downtown, the one that took her past shop windows still boasting post-Valentine’s sales. Everything must go, the signs declared, a sentiment that seemed to mock her current state of heart. She couldn’t help but linger on the thought of love being marked down, wondering if her own worth had diminished in her ex’s eyes because she hadn’t been daring enough, affectionate enough… enough.

While pretty, she was the quiet type, the one who found solace in books more than in boisterous crowds, who preferred the company of her own thoughts to the overwhelming rush of a party. Her ex, her first and only boyfriend, had been the opposite. He’d been the one to approach her, to take her by the hand and lead her into a relationship that was as thrilling as it was terrifying for a girl who’d always lived in her own shell.

He said I was too cold, too distant, she reflected, her gaze falling on a teddy bear clutching a heart, now half-price. If only I could have been different, more open, more like the girl he’s with now.

Lost in her thoughts, she almost tripped over a plush toy lying abandoned on the sidewalk. It was a small, horned devil, its bright red fur standing out against the gray sidewalk. For a moment, Stephanie saw herself in this little devil—misplaced and longing for someone to take it home. Without much thought, she bent down and picked it up, dusting it off gently.

Maybe I need a little devil in my life, she thought, a smile touching the corners of her lips for the first time in weeks. The toy was oddly warm in her hands, and as she turned it over, inspecting its quirky features, a voice inside her whispered, be bold, Stephanie.

Engrossed in the toy, Stephanie didn’t notice the man coming her way. With a soft collision, they met, her focus on the devil in her hands only breaking as she stumbled forward.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” she uttered, looking up to see an attractive man, the kind she’d normally shy away from.

“It’s okay, really. I should’ve been watching where I was going,” he said, a warm smile spreading across his face as he noticed the plush devil. “That’s an interesting find.”

She could feel her old instincts pulling her to retreat, to apologize and walk away, but the weight of the little devil in her hand grounded her. Be bold, Stephanie.

“Actually,” she began, her voice steadier than she felt, “I think it was fate. I needed a change, and here you are.”

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

“And here I am,” he echoed, inviting her to continue.

Taking a deep breath, she did something Stephanie of a few moments ago would never have dreamed of. “Could I… would it be too forward to ask for your number?”

For a heartbeat, the world paused, and Stephanie wondered if she’d overstepped, if she’d misread this sign. But then he smiled, that warm, genuine smile, and reached into his pocket.

“Sure,” he said, pulling out his phone.

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Stephanie found herself in the quiet of her apartment, the events of the day replaying in her mind. The man from the street, whom she had learned was named Kevin, seemed almost like a character from one of her daydreams, someone not real.

She sat on the edge of her bed, her phone lying innocently on the nightstand. Should I text him? The question was a whisper in her mind, growing louder with each passing second. She reached for the phone, her heart pounding, but her courage faltered as her thumb hovered over the screen.

What would I even say? ‘Hi, it’s Stephanie, the girl with the devil toy’? He probably already forgot about me. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, the anxiety that had so often kept her silent was now smothering her urge to reach out.

She placed the phone back down, feeling the familiar weight of disappointment settling in her chest. Stephanie turned off the light and crawled under the covers, pulling them up to her chin. I’m such a coward, she scolded herself, feeling the sting of unshed tears. Why can’t I just be normal? Why can’t I take a risk?

As Stephanie eventually drifted off to sleep, the stuffed devil toy, perched on her dresser, seemed to watch over the room with a curious presence. Its eyes, once a simple black stitching, now glowed with a soft, otherworldly red, casting a faint hue over the otherwise dark room.

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Awakening with an unusual burst of vigor, Stephanie found herself rising with the sun—an anomaly in her typically sluggish mornings. Her dreams had been vivid, but she couldn’t recall what they were about.

She felt an unfamiliar restlessness, a kinetic energy bubbling just beneath the surface but also something else. A warmth she couldn’t place. Why do I feel so energized? she pondered, her thoughts abuzz. Her mind flicked back to the day before—the stuffed devil, the chance encounter, and the number burning a hole in her phone.

The gym. That’s where I need to be, she concluded as if the thought wasn’t entirely her own. The gym was her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in the rhythm of her own heartbeat and the clarity that physical exertion provided.

As she dressed in her workout attire, the idea struck her out of nowhere. Text him. Now. Before she could second-guess herself, her fingers were dancing across the screen, typing out a message to Kevin and pressing send. It wasn’t until after the message was sent that she hesitated, a flutter of nervousness filling her stomach.

She stared at the message, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard. Is this too forward? she wondered, but the new daring part of her brushed the concern aside. She snapped a quick photo, a mirror selfie that showcased her in her gym attire, a slight flush on her cheeks.

Kevin’s response was almost immediate, a ping that sounded louder than usual in the quiet of the morning. He was clearly awake, and his reply was light-hearted with a flirtatious edge that made her cheeks warm. Looking good, Stephanie. Have a great workout!

Thanks, Kevin. I’ll try to not to overdo it, she typed back, her nerves translating into a cautious reply despite the boldness of her actions.

The exchange was brief, but it left her with a tingling sensation, a mix of apprehension and excitement.

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Stephanie settled into her gym routine.Between sets, she found herself reaching for her phone, her earlier hesitations washed away by the adrenaline of her workout and the unexpected buzz of her ongoing conversation with Kevin.

You know, I might just be addicted to this whole exercise thing, she typed, a smirk playing on her lips as she imagined his reaction.

Kevin’s reply came quickly, a blend of humor and flirtation that seemed to dance right off the screen.Addiction to the gym? There are worse things. Like being addicted to someone’s gym selfies, for example.

Stephanie felt a pulse of warmth at his words. Is this what it feels like to flirt? She took a deep breath, her heart pounding not from the exertion but from the thrill of the interaction.

Well, in that case, I hope I’m not creating a bad habit for you, she responded, attaching a photo of herself.

As she waited for Kevin’s reply, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of empowerment. Each message, each photo sent, felt like a small victory against her usual reserved nature.

His response came as a rush, a jolt of excitement that seemed to make her phone vibrate more intensely. Trust me, it’s a habit I’m willing to indulge in. Especially if it involves getting more pics like that.

The words hit her like a wave, and with them came a realization. The energy she’d been feeling, the restlessness—it was desire, a physical craving she’d suppressed for so long. She was, for the first time in a very long time, unmistakably horny. It was both frightening and liberating, acknowledging this hunger within her.

You might be in luck then, because I’m feeling generous today, she wrote back, a boldness taking hold as she snapped a picture of her reflection—this time, her posture more confident, a hint of a challenge in her eyes.

Kevin’s enthusiastic replies only fanned the flames of her newfound boldness. His words, filled with anticipation and compliment, were like fuel, encouraging her to keep sharing, keep engaging.

As she rested between her sets, the incoming messages were like a pulse, quickening her heartbeat with every daring reply she sent. I’m actually flirting… and I’m good at it, she thought, her internal monologue tinged with disbelief and a growing sense of pride.

She sent her latest picture, the most suggestive one yet.

His response was brief and charged. My god.

Who knew that being wanted like this could feel so empowering? Stephanie mused internally, her usual self-consciousness melting away with each flirtatious exchange. She was not the shy, introverted girl in this moment; she was someone who could command attention and stir desire.

Yet, despite the confusion, a radiant part of her reveled in the attention, basking in the glow of being seen and desired. I like this… I like this a lot, she admitted silently, a smile creeping onto her face as she typed out another message, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

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As Stephanie entered her bedroom, the remnants of her workout still clinging to her, she spotted the devil toy perched on her nightstand. With a playful yet complicit wink at the stuffed figure, she grasped her phone, her fingers dancing over the keys with a boldness that was fresh and intoxicating.

Her texts to Kevin were clear and unambiguous, the kind of messages she’d never imagined herself sending:

Stephanie: Hey, stud😉 feeling adventurous tonight?

Kevin: Always. What did you have in mind?

Stephanie: Meet me at ‘The Cozy Corner’ at 9. It’s a date. And who knows… it could be more than just dinner if the night goes well.

Kevin: I’ll be there. Can’t wait to see where the night takes us.

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Stephanie stood outside the quaint bistro. Dressed in her carefully chosen outfit, she was nervous, but with an underlying new sense of boldness. Kevin arrived, each step exuding confidence, with a smile that seemed to dissolve the twilight around him. “Stephanie?” he called out, not so much a question as an acknowledgment of her vibrant presence.

“Kevin!” Stephanie’s voice was excited as she stepped forward, her initial impulse to offer a handshake abandoned in favor of a warm hug that lingered just a moment too long, her body language a bold underline to their afternoon of teasing texts.

Pulling back with a playful glint in her eye, she matched his smile. “It’s amazing to see you again.”

He grinned, his gaze openly admiring. “You’re positively stunning,” Kevin said with a brash but charming tone.

Stephanie laughed, a sound that seemed to carry away any leftover shyness. “And you’re just as smooth in person as you are through text,” she shot back, her own words dipped in flirtation.

They settled at a secluded table by the window. The initial flutter of nerves had vanished for Stephanie, now replaced by the thrill of the chase and the electricity of anticipation.

“So, tell me about yourself, Kevin. What brings you joy?” Stephanie leaned in, genuinely interested.

Kevin chuckled, “Well, being here with you is a good start.”

Dinner arrived, and the conversation turned to the food, with Kevin recommending they share a few dishes. “I hope you like to share,” he said, passing her a plate.

“I’m learning to,” Stephanie answered, the corners of her mouth turning up into a smile.

The evening was ripening into a cozy affair, full of good food and laughs. As they were in the midst of discussing a movie they both wanted to see, Stephanie noticed their waiter approaching to refill their glasses. On a mischievous impulse, she decided to add a dash of playful jealousy to the mix.

She gave the waiter a smile that could have meant anything and everything. “Thank you,” she said, her eyes holding his for just a beat longer than necessary. “You’ve been so attentive tonight.”

The waiter, momentarily flustered, returned the smile with professional grace and moved on. Stephanie turned back to Kevin, her eyes sparkling with impish delight, only to find him watching her with a raised eyebrow.

“Making friends, are we?” Kevin’s tone was light, but she could see the curious tilt in his smile, a silent question mark hanging in the air between them.

Stephanie leaned forward, her hand finding its way to the table, close to his. “Just ensuring we get the best service,” she teased, her voice low and tinged with humor. “But, I must admit, I do enjoy a little… competition.”

Kevin’s response was a slow, knowing grin that spread across his face. “Is that so? Well, I must say, I’m not one to back down from a challenge.” His hand edged closer to hers, a silent player in their flirtatious game.

She touched his arm briefly to punctuate a point, and their eyes met with a shared spark of connection.

Kevin seemed to mirror her ease, his demeanor open and inviting. “You know, Stephanie,” he said as they lingered over dessert, “I didn’t expect this evening to be so… refreshing.”

“Refreshing is good,” Stephanie replied, her voice a melody of newfound boldness. “I didn’t expect it either, but I’m glad for it.”

When it was time to leave, she hesitated at the prospect of the night ending. “You know,” she began, her voice carrying a new cadence of confidence, “the night doesn’t have to end here.”

Kevin’s eyes met hers, a spark of mutual understanding igniting between them. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he replied, his voice low and suggestive.

With a conspiratorial smile, Stephanie led the way. The walk to her apartment was a blur of anticipation. Stephanie playfully touched and teased Kevin, her eagerness growing with each step.

As Stephanie turned the key and opened the door to her apartment, a playful smile danced on her lips, she launched herself into Kevin planting a wet and hungry kiss on his lips.

“I need you so bad,” she gasped.

They stepped across the threshold, and without missing a beat, they found themselves in each other’s arms. The laughter and flirtation from dinner now gave way to a silent exchange of desires. The bedroom door swung open, as Stephanie led Kevin by the hand, her fingers entwined with his, her pulse quickening with every step they took towards the bed.

They fell into it, a tangle of limbs and whispered names, each touch a spark that ignited further yearning. Kisses gave way to touches and moans. Clothes were thrown about the room. Stephanie had never known a need as strong as this one. Her heart raced as Kevin entered her.

“Yes,” she screamed.

Unbeknownst to them, the stuffed devil toy perched on the nightstand seemed to come alive, its eyes glowing a deep, crimson red.

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As the dawn’s light crept into Stephanie’s bedroom, Kevin stirred beside her, the warmth of the night’s embrace still lingering in the air. Stephanie’s eyes fluttered open, her thoughts immediately reaching out for more of the connection they had shared. But as she turned to him, eager for another moment of closeness, she noticed the change in his demeanor.

“I’ve got to get going,” Kevin murmured, a hint of regret lacing his words. “Work starts early, and I can’t be late.”

Stephanie’s heart sank. The hunger for his presence hadn’t diminished; if anything, it had grown stronger with the arrival of morning. She reached for his hand, her grip conveying a silent plea.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” she asked, her voice a mixture of hope and desperation. “Just a bit more time?”

Kevin paused, his gaze meeting hers. He saw the longing there. It was flattering, and part of him wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped up in this bubble they had created. But reality was calling, and he knew he had responsibilities that couldn’t be ignored.

“I really wish I could,” he said softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance. “Last night was incredible, Stephanie. And I want to see you again, soon. But I have to do this. My job—it’s demanding.”

Stephanie’s heart raced with a mix of emotions. The rational part of her understood his predicament, but the newly awakened need within her did not want to let go.

“Please,” she begged. “I can be very convincing.”

Kevin’s resolve was breaking, but he slowly pulled away.

“Okay,” she finally breathed, releasing his hand with reluctance. “I get it. Work is important.”

Kevin gave her a grateful, apologetic smile and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead—a promise of sorts for the future.

“We’ll plan something, I promise,” he assured her, and with one last lingering look, he got up and began to gather his things.

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As the day unfolded, Stephanie found herself singularly focused. Her need for sex was the only thing she could think about. It washed over her, drowning out all other thoughts.

She reached for her phone repeatedly, hoping to capture Kevin’s attention. To convince him to come to her.

Stephanie: “Thinking about last night… can’t get it out of my head 😏”

Kevin: “Wow 😍 Same here. But I’m swamped at work right now. Let’s plan something soon.”

Stephanie: “Soon feels like forever… I need more of you 💋”

Kevin: “You’re killing me here! 😅 I wish I could clone myself—one for work, one for you.”

Stephanie: “Why settle for a clone when you can have the real thing? I could come by your office… 🤭”

Kevin: “Tempting, but I’ve got meetings back to back. Rain check?”

Stephanie: “I guess I’ll have to find a way to occupy myself until then… any suggestions? 🍑”

Kevin: “Damn, Stephanie. You’re not making this easy. Tonight, I’m all yours. Promise.”

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Kevin arrived at Stephanie’s apartment, anticipation and a hint of nervous excitement mingling in his stomach. He had rushed through his day, the promise of their reunion fueling him through tedious meetings and endless paperwork. The images of Stephanie and the memory of their night together played on loop in his mind.

However, as he stepped inside, a sense of unease began to creep over him. The apartment was in disarray. Clothes were strewn about the bedroom floor. The air was heavy, filled with a musky odor that seemed to cling to his clothes and skin. As Kevin turned he saw something in his peripheral vision—a brief, unsettling gleam from the corner of the room. For a moment, it seemed as though the stuffed devil, a quirky decoration he had noticed but thought little of during his previous visit, was staring at him with bright, glowing red eyes. “Stephanie?” he called out, his voice echoing off the walls. There was no response, just silence. Shaking his head, he turned back to face it directly, but the nightstand was empty.

The realization that she was not home only added to his confusion. Where could she be? Why would she invite him over and then not be there? He replayed their last conversation, searching for any hint that he might have missed, any clue that would explain the situation. But there was nothing, just the promise of a night together, a seemingly empty promise.

Kevin stood in the center of Stephanie’s cluttered bedroom. With a deep sigh, he pulled out his phone, his fingers hesitating for a moment before he began to type.

“Hey Stephanie, I came by because I was worried. Your place is a mess and you’re not here. Where are you? Is everything okay? Please let me know as soon as you get this.”

He paused, reading over the message once more before hitting send. The delivery notification popped up, but there was no immediate response. He stared at the screen for a long moment, hoping for some sign of her, but the screen remained unchanged.

Shaking his head in a mix of frustration and concern, he made his way to the door and left the apartment.

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Kevin exited Stephanie’s apartment, his footsteps echoing slightly in the quiet hallway after sending his unanswered text. The apartment behind him feels different, emptier, with the noticeable absence of the stuffed devil doll that had been a silent witness to the unfolding drama.

As he moves away, the door of the neighboring apartment creaks open. The neighbor, a middle-aged man with a puzzled expression, peeks out and watches Kevin’s retreating figure. “He’s gone,” he announces, turning back into his apartment.

Moments later, Stephanie emerges from the neighbor’s apartment, a look of deep embarrassment etched on her face. “I’m so sorry,” she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes avoiding his. The influence of the devilish stuffed toy had vanished, leaving her to confront the stark reality of her actions. She was utterly mortified, realizing she had crossed a line she would never have considered under normal circumstances.

Without waiting for a response, she hurried across the hall, her steps quick with the urge to escape the situation. Inside her apartment, Stephanie’s gaze fell on her phone, noticing the light blinking with an unread message. It was from Kevin. The text he had sent earlier, filled with concern and confusion.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up her phone and quickly typed out a reply. “Kevin, I’m so sorry, but I can’t see you again. It’s best for both of us.” Her fingers hesitated over the send button, but realizing the necessity of this painful but clear cut, she pressed it.

After sending the message, Stephanie set her phone down and looked around her cluttered apartment. The mess and smell were overwhelming. She took a deep breath, opened a window, and began cleaning up her life.

#f2f #slutification #personality change

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demi-eurovision · 9 months

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Apparently I'm a fan of any fandom where this kind of artwork makes sense 💚

Sources: (x x) @hopefullyababe & @ajitanparmesan

#character arcs #jimmy mcgill #jere pöyhönen #saul goodman #käärijä #käärijä art #slutification #bimboification #himbo

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secretlyajackalope · 4 months

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Every chance they get to slutify this man

#lookism #samual seo #slutification #manhwa aesthetic #manhwa art #manhwa panels

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ultram0th · 2 months

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“I’m telling you, Dude,” Justin Howells vented to his workout bud as the both of them ran on the treadmills for cardio day, “his staring is getting to the point where I’m thinking about talking to the owner.”

Justin was annoyed about how when he’d walked into the locker room because he’d forgotten his reusable water bottle, he’d spotted Dave near his stuff. It wasn’t that Dave was a bad guy or anything. The 40ish year old man had been a competitive bodybuilder back in his prime, but after years of no longer competing, he’d grown a sizable muscle gut that gave him more of a bearish appearance— and he’d made it clear that he found the fitness influencer very attractive.

Justin carried on, not only pissed that he’d been under the impression that he’d caught Dave trying to mess with his stuff (he didn’t have any proof unfortunately), but that the ex-bodybuilder was across the gym at the barbells, not even trying to hide the fact that he was blatantly staring at Justin as he ran.

His friend, Mike, just grunted, too focused on his run than anything.

Justin went on though, mainly so that he could clear his head of all the rage he was feeling. “And the fuckin’ weirdo tries to play it off all cool,” he huffed, feeling his meaty pecs bouncing as he continued to run shirtless. “I tried to confront him, but he shoved my water bottle at me, as if he’d known that I’d go back for it.”

“…yeah, isn’t that something…” Mike panted.

Justin rolled his eyes as he grabbed his water bottle, unscrewing the top as he ran so that he could keep his heart rate up. “No lying, man, next time that roidhead messes with me…” he trailed off and took a sip from his water bottle, the cool liquid sending an odd tingling sensation throughout the stud. He ignored it and swallowed, his mouth feeling like he’d just licked a D battery.

He noticed Dave’s smile growing larger.

“Next time, what?” Mike teased.

Justin cleared his throat and grunted. “I’m gonna…” he coughed and felt his mouth twitch and his tongue seemingly move on its own, “…suck his cock.”

He paled at the words that left his mouth, having had absolutely zero intention of saying anything even remotely close to that. He’d wanted to say that he’d kick his ass.

Mike flinched and cocked his eyebrow. “Huh?” he asked, slowing down the smallest bit.

Justin Howells shook his head and cleared his throat again, even rubbing at it with a muscled hand. “Um,” he stammered, “I said that I was gonna… suck his big cock so hard until he shoots his fat load down my throat!”

The stud nearly fell off the treadmill in shock and horror. Not only had his mouth seemingly forced those strange words out by itself, but he even shouted it out loud, garnering the attention of a couple of other gym goers who gave him weirded out looks.

“Keep it down!” Mike hissed. “You can’t be joking like that so loudly. People are gonna think you and Dave are some kinda thing.”

Justin struggled to regain his footing, his heart racing in his bare chest. He locked eyes with Dave, who was red in the face as he tried to stifle a laugh. However, the second their eyes met, Justin winced internally as he felt a stirring in his cock.

Dave gave the mortified stud a knowing wink as he performed bicep curls, his massive, hairy muscles bulging with power. He then stood up and began to waddle back towards the locker room, his broad back swaying to and fro.

At the sight of such masculine power, Justin’s cock started to plump up. “Wh-what the fuck… is wrong with my slutty body?” he hissed to himself. He frantically looked around the gym, wanting to wail out as he noticed that the stirring in his loins calmed down whenever he looked at anyone else in the gym, but the second his eyes landed on the older bodybuilder, his cock twitched excitedly and he felt himself flex his asscheeks.

“Justin, you okay?” Mike asked as he looked at the other man’s pale face.

Justin turned to his friend, desperately wanting to tell him that something was horribly wrong— that he couldn’t control his words and that he was getting hard just by looking at Dave. Unfortunately, when Justin opened up his mouth, his mortified ears heard himself say, “I’ll be even better as soon as that muscle daddy fucks my tight hole.”

He didn’t wait for a confused response from Mike. Instead, Justin hopped off the treadmill and stomped his way over towards Dave, his hard cock tenting out the front of his shorts. He knew that something was wrong and based on the knowing look that’d been on Dave’s gruff, handsome, chiseled, stubble-covered face, Dave knew what it was. He rushed into the locker room and stopped right in front of the older bodybuilder and tried to lean over him in a threatening way, but his his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of the older man’s hairy pecs barely covered by his tank top ruined it.

Dave just smirked back at the red-faced man. “Can I help you, Bud?” he asked in his baritone-filled voice.

At the sound of the deep, manly bass emanating from the bodybuilder’s plump form, Justin felt his cock twitch and start to leak pre-cum. “Your sexy ass better tell me what you did to me,” he hissed, trying to keep his voice down and wincing when he’d outwardly referred to the man as ‘sexy’.

Dave tried to look innocent, but the chuckle that escaped his full lips gave him away. “What do you mean?” he asked. “And you really find me sexy?”

Justin wanted so desperately to lash out at the older man, to demand that he fix whatever the hell was happening to him. His body, however, had other plans.

“You better shove that thick cock up my ass right now!” he barked, his eyes widening at the gay words that left his lips. Straining, he tried again, even clenching his jaw as he struggled to control his own words. “Wh-what… what the fuck d-did… did you do… me… Do me, Daddy!” He stomped his foot in frustration.

“Yeah, maybe later,” Dave winked, making the other man shudder. “First, I’m gonna let you suffer for a bit— I’ve always heard every time you’d talked shit about me in the gym. Well now, I think you’ll find it hard to say anything negative about me at all from now on.”

Justin paled at what Dave had admitted. He had no idea how, but somehow the muscle gut-having bodybuilder had cursed him, forcing him to constantly vocalize his need for the man’s cock, making him sound like some perpetually horny slut. He imagined himself at work or even the grocery store, unable to say anything besides how badly he wanted a man’s huge, veiny cock in his mouth or ass. Worse was that he couldn’t take his eyes off of Dave’s hairy muscles, his own cock painfully hard now.

“You gotta fix this, Daddy!” he begged, even bringing his hands in front of himself. “Please, fuck me in the mouth and let me swallow your cum.” He coughed and tried again. “Let me be your little muscleslut! N-no, fuck my tight hole… lemme suck those muscletits…” He trailed off, starting to feel hopeless.

Dave stood up and started to head out of the locker room. “I’ll fuck you after my workout,” he promised. “In the meantime, why don’t you go out on the floor and finish what you were doing.”

Justin’s heart raced, but he found his legs moving on their own accord as he strutted back out onto the gym floor.

Mike found him and hurried over. “You alright?” he asked, concerned for his friend. “You rushed off so quickly, I thought you’d gotten sick.”

Justin could feel it bubbling up in his throat. He pleaded with himself to stay quiet, but his mouth started to move all without his say so.

“I’m great, Stud,” he chirped. “I just had to admire Dave’s huge, sexy muscles. They’re so big and manly, especially his massive cock. After my workout I’m gonna let him wreck my tight hole, and then I’m gonna suck him off and ask him to tug on my nips…” The words just kept pouring out of the humiliated stud, and Dave couldn’t help but smirk as he overheard.

#muscle #Justin Howells #loss of control #uncontrollable #uncontrollable speech #ditzy #ditzy tf #slutification

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beautification-tales · 2 months

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The Twig

This is the 3rd installment of “Getting Fit”

As Courtney stepped into the gym, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and intimidation. The loud music, the clanging of weights, and the bodybuilders grunting as they lifted impossibly heavy loads filled the air with a palpable energy. It was a far cry from the sterile, oppressive halls of her school, where she was constantly bullied. She had built up enough confidence to go to the gym. She was sick and tired of being pushed around and wanted to stand up for herself.

Courtney scowled as she had a flashback of yesterday. Britney had pushed her into a locker and called her a “twig”. Britney was the stereotypical blonde cheerleader that found joy in belittling Courtney for her tiny frame. Courtney fantasized about turning the tables and having the power to put Britney in her place.

“First time at the gym?” Courtney was jolted from her daydream as she realized a person was in front of her. She was a tall gorgeous woman with a svelte figure yet still amazingly toned. The light shone on her long brown hair as her blue leotard clinched to her body.

“Um hi…I was asking if this is your first time here?”

Courtney realized she had been staring and didn’t even answer her question. She gulped and finally answered her. “Yeah, I guess I give out that vibe.” She giggled nervously.

The woman smiled warmly and offered her hand. Courtney hesitantly shook it. “Well my name is Julie and trust me when I started here… I had the same lost look.” Courtney smiled back, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’m .. Courtney nice to meet you” she stammered. Julie continued, "Now, what brought you to the gym? Was it something specific you're hoping to achieve or just a general desire to get stronger?"

Courtney took a deep breath, hesitating before answering. "It's actually because I'm being bullied at school. The other day this girl pushed me into a locker and called me a 'twig.' It's been happening a lot and I just want to stand up for myself." Julie's expression turned serious as she listened.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Bullying is never okay. I've been there too, when I first started coming to the gym. I wanted to prove to myself, and to them, that I could change. And I did." Courtney nodded, feeling a spark of determination ignite within her. "Once you find your power Courtney its life changing trust me. How about you check in with our self defense teacher. She’s right over there.” Julie pointed at another woman who was currently doing squats with an amazing amount of weight on her shoulders. An attractive hunk of a man was behind her spotting her.

Courtney’s jaw opened wide as she looked in awe of the woman’s strength as she grunted lifting the weights. The man was cheering her on but was trying his best to cover his bulge in his workout shorts. “I remember when she first came to the gym too. She was a shy lost girl too but now look at her.” Julie said as she walked over to the woman at the squat rack. Courtney followed quietly as they approached the woman.

The woman turned around and flashed a smile at them. Her teeth were perfectly white and her eyes were a bright shade of blue. She had bright blue hair that caught the eye as well a few well placed tattoos. Courtney felt envy as she wanted a body like this woman possessed. “Hey Julie, did you find someone to join my class? I’ve been chomping at the bit to mentor someone.” The woman's voice was confident and firm. She toweled herself off as the man clearly bit his lip eyeing her backside. “Yes I did! Courtney meet Tara!” Julie introduced them.

Courtney nodded and extended her hand. Tara grinned, revealing a set of perfectly straight white teeth and accepted it. Her grip was surprisingly firm. "Nice to meet you, Courtney. Can I whip you into shape?” She winked. Courtney laughed nervously, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "I hope so."

“Well I’ll leave you ladies to it. Mark come help me with my cool down stretches please.” Julie sauntered away as Mark followed eagerly.

An hour later Courtney was sitting on the mat exhausted with her workout attire drenched. Tara came over and sat beside her, offering her a towel. Courtney smiled gratefully as she took it. "Thanks again for this Tara. I never thought I could do that."

Tara smiled back, her expression softening. "Can I tell you a secret Courtney? I was this overweight nobody when I first came in this gym. Julie told me her secret to success and now I want to trust you with it.” Courtney leaned in closer, her curiosity peaked. "The secret to our success is an experimental supplement ." Tara whispered. "It's this injection you take only once." Courtney's eyes widened in excitement. "Really? Can I try it?" Tara handed her a small vial with a clear liquid inside. "You can try it, but you have to promise me one thing." Courtney nodded eagerly. "Anything." Tara's expression turned serious. "You have to promise me that when you do reach your highest potential that you will pass it on to a girl in need too." Courtney hesitated for a moment before taking the vial.

Courtney looked at the vial on her table at home. She thought on how gullible she was to listen to Tara. It was like she was hypnotized by her beauty and strength but now away from the gym her common sense returned. The foreign supplement could easily be some sort of addictive drug that Tara was trying to get her hooked on. However, when she thought of how small she felt when Britney called her a “twig” she knew any risk would be worth changing her life.

She swallowed her doubts and injected the liquid into her arm. Nothing happened at first, but as the minutes passed, she felt a strange energy coursing through her veins. It was as if she could run a marathon without getting tired or lift weights that were too heavy for her. She felt unstoppable. It reached a point where it felt as if her heart would burst from her chest. The heat she felt in her veins burned yet felt exhilarating. As sweat flowed from her pores she felt her senses heightened as her vision became blurry. She removed her glasses and smiled when she realized her vision had corrected itself.

She looked at her arms as she felt them lengthen before her eyes. She sensed a similar sensation in her legs as she knew her diminutive stature was finally changing. She felt a warm sensation in her stomach that felt like butterflies but more intense. The feeling intensified to the point Courtney’s mouth opened as she let out a sound she never had before. Her now melodious voice sounded more mature than her previous nasal tone. She fell to her knees as the feeling continued. Courtney finally gave in as she realized the sensations were sexual in nature. Her face matured as her cheekbones raised and filled up as well as her lips. She bucked her hips as she leaned into the feeling as her moans got louder. Curves deepened as her ass expanded into a bubble butt of power. Her mosquito bites became oranges then melons as she placed her hands on them she felt her nipples stiffen as they overflowed her grasp. One hand slipped down and felt her wet sex as her waist burst to amazing proportions. “Yes…. Ungh fuck. I want it! I want power” Courtney gasped as her longer arms and legs filled out with elegant amazing feminine muscle. Abs formed on her abdomen as she grunted loudly as her body shivered in euphoria.

Courtney couldn’t sleep that night as she examined her body in her mirror for what seemed like hours. Her reflection showed a new her, a confident woman with curves in all the right places. Her skin glowed with health, her eyes sparkled with determination, and her voice was as smooth as silk. She had to admit, she felt incredible. But there was something else too, something deep down that her new power was hungry to do.

She found out what it was when she returned to school next day and found Britney flirting with Jack the Football quarterback by the bleachers.

Courtney filled with confidence in her revealing top and tight leggings decided to push Britney‘s buttons.

“Hey Jack, great game the other day.” She cooed as she sauntered over to them, her hips swaying seductively.

Britney's eyes narrowed in annoyance, but Jack didn't seem to mind the attention.

"Thanks," he said with a grin. "But do I know you?” Courtney smirked as she stood tall, her muscles flexing subtly.

"Oh, you haven't met me yet," she purred, making sure to stand close enough that Jack could feel her warmth. "But I think we're going to be really good friends." And with that, she placed a hand on his shoulder, letting her strength and confidence flow through her touch. Jack gulped as he adjusted his pants.

Britney's face turned red with anger, but there was nothing she could do or say. Courtney smiled as she walked away knowing Jack was staring at her ass. She felt powerful, confident, and in control. It was a feeling she never thought she'd have, but now she knew it was hers for the taking.

“Hey who the fuck do you think you are?” Britney screamed to her. Courtney turned around and raised an eyebrow. “Jack is my man, got it new girl?” Courtney chuckled. “ Good luck keeping him Britney, he is probably going to go home and stroke his cock thinking about all of this.” Courtney caressed her body flaunting it.

Britney’s red face exposed her rage as she wound up to hit Courtney. She was ready this time and blocked it with ease and grabbed Britney’s wrist and flung her to the ground. Britney felt the wind knocked out of her lungs as she winced in pain on the floor. “Wow, that was so easy too. Maybe you should be the one thinking about your place. You are so easy to push around like a little “twig.” I think I’m going to find Jack and show him what a real woman can do.” Courtney got wet belittling Britney. Tears began to fill Britney’s eyes as she realized she was the little one now.

“Well what happened next?” Tara and Julie asked Courtney as they worked out together. “Well I found Jack and asked for a ride home….then I rode him” the girls all laughed together. “Damn Courtney you’re bad!” Julie stated as she continued to stretch.

“Well I’m glad Britney learned her lesson but are you ready for your next lesson Courtney?” Tara asked. “Most definitely but telling that story just gets me soo.” Tara and Julie looked at each other and smiled. “Oooh Mark!” Tara called out. “Can you help Courtney with her warm up stretching? She’s really stiff.”

Mark stopped curling and looked at the 3 fitness models stretching On the mat as they smiled at him.

“Damn I love coming to the gym” he whispered.

#beautification #transformation #breast expansion #f2f transformation #musclegrowth #origin stories #getting fit #slutification #ass expansion

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scrumptioussweetheart · 12 days

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i wore my new girly bras under my masc clothes today an i could already tell a difference from my sports bras and compression tops 🤭u can totes see the outline of my boobs, how round and gropeable they are under my shirt. i was soooo self conscious about it but it also made me hot and damp too, knowing others might see my titties out and about. how hot is that? knowing im still a girly slut under my work persona, its been almost a week and im already noticing my body reacting more and more

#lgetsd #bimbo training #edging my mind away #bimboification #sluttraining #slutification #thembo

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rylem33 · 2 months

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Horny Little Devil

Please enjoy this belated Valentine's story.

Ethan had always been known for his quirky sense of humor, something that Amelia, his girlfriend of two years, had grown to love. This Valentine’s Day, he decided to surprise her with a gift that was both playful and a nod to their intimate jokes. When Amelia unwrapped the small box Ethan handed her, her eyes widened in surprise and amusement at the sight of a “horny little devil” stuffed animal, complete with tiny horns and a mischievous grin. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Amy,” Ethan said with a cheeky smile. “I thought our bedroom could use a new mascot.” Ethan had always been known for his quirky sense of humor, something that Amelia, his girlfriend of two years, had grown to love. This Valentine’s Day, he decided to surprise her with a gift that was both playful and a nod to their intimate jokes. When Amelia unwrapped the small box Ethan handed her, her eyes widened in surprise and amusement at the sight of a “horny little devil” stuffed animal, complete with tiny horns and a mischievous grin. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Amy,” Ethan said with a cheeky smile. “I thought our bedroom could use a new mascot.”

Amelia laughed, shaking her head. “Only you, Ethan. Only you would think of something like this.” She hugged the stuffed animal, playing along. “Well, he’s certainly cute. Thank you, love.”

Ethan continued, “How about I make us a special dinner tonight? Something to celebrate?” Amelia’s eyes lit up with appreciation. She loved when Ethan cooked; it was one of the many ways he expressed his love.

As Ethan busied himself in the kitchen, Amelia set the table, placing the “horny little devil” between their plates as a quirky centerpiece. They both couldn’t help but chuckle every time their eyes landed on it. Dinner was Ethan’s homemade pasta, a dish he had perfected over their two years together, paired with a bottle of red wine they had been saving for a special occasion.

“This is lovely, Ethan. Thank you for making tonight so special,” Amelia said, raising her glass for a toast.

“To us,” Ethan replied, clinking his glass against hers. “And to our new little friend, who’s reminding us not to take life too seriously.”

After dinner, they cleaned up together and prepared for bed. Amelia placed the stuffed animal on their nightstand, “our mascot” she stated. They slipped under the covers, turning towards each other to exchange a quick goodnight kiss.

“Goodnight, love,” Ethan whispered, his voice soft in the dim light of their bedroom.

“Goodnight, Ethan,” Amelia replied.

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The next day, Amelia found herself thinking about Ethan more than usual. Work passed in a blur, and by the time she got home, she had already decided to surprise Ethan with a special dinner. She dressed up and welcomed him home with a big smile.

“Wow, what’s the occasion?” he asked as he walked in to find the table set and candles lit.

“No occasion,” Amelia replied with a smile that had an extra hint of seduction. “Just felt like doing something nice for us.”

Dinner was filled with laughter and more flirting than usual. Later, as they cuddled on the couch, Ethan noticed the stuffed animal sitting by the television, but didn’t say anything.

They were watching a movie when Amelia turned to Ethan, her eyes shimmering with a playful spark, and initiated a kiss. Ethan was taken aback by the sudden intensity. It wasn’t like Amelia to be so forward, and the passion in her kiss left him both surprised and exhilarated.

“Wow, Amelia,” Ethan breathed out when they finally paused, his voice a mix of wonder and desire. “What got into you tonight?”

Amelia, still close enough that her breath mingled with his, smiled coyly. “Maybe I’m taking some inspiration from our new mascot,” she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Or maybe, I’m just realizing how much I want you.”

Ethan’s heart skipped a beat at her words, a surge of affection and desire washing over him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. “I want you too, more than you know,” he said, his voice low and full of emotion.

Their kiss deepened, fueled by the open admission of their desires. The connection between them, always strong, seemed to ignite with a newfound intensity. After a moment, Amelia gently tugged at Ethan’s hand, her intention clear without needing any words.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she suggested softly, her voice laced with a promise of more to come.

Ethan nodded, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a look of deep affection and anticipation. “After you, my love,” he said, standing up to follow her.

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The next day, Amelia found herself more and more restless. newfound confidence and desire were undeniable. She sent Ethan suggestive texts throughout the day, something she had never done before. “Woke up thinking about you… or maybe it was the dream I had. Too bad you weren’t here to find out 😉” “If kisses were texts, I’d send you a thousand… Guess you’ll have to wait to collect them in person. 💋” “Thinking about what to have for lunch… Something spicy or sweet? What do you prefer? Because I’m craving a bit of both. 🌶️🍭” “Counting down the hours until I can show you my new ‘outfit’. I think it’s going to be your favorite. 🔥” “Just a few more hours… Hope you’re ready for a night you won’t forget. Make sure to save some energy for me. 💥” “The door’s unlocked, and I’m waiting. Tonight, I’m all yours. Don’t keep me waiting too long… 😈”

After a day filled with Amelia’s increasingly suggestive texts, Ethan’s anticipation had built to an almost unbearable level. Each message from her had amped his imagination and desire like never before. By the time he was on his way home, his thoughts were a whirlwind of curiosity and excitement, wondering what Amelia had in store for him. The moment he stepped through the door and saw Amelia standing before him, his jaw just dropped. She was breathtaking. “I thought we could try something… new,” she said, her voice laced with a promise.

“Amelia… you look incredible,” Ethan finally managed to say, his voice a husky whisper that betrayed the intensity of his feelings. The hunger in Amelia’s eyes, a clear reflection of her texts’ teasing and boldness, drew him in, erasing any remaining distance between them. He closed the space with a few quick steps, pulling her into his arms, his touch conveying all the words he couldn’t seem to find.

The night was filled with passion, both of them exploring desires they’d previously been too shy to voice. As they lay in bed afterward, Ethan wrapped an arm around Amelia. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I’m definitely not complaining,” he whispered.

“Me either, but I’m not done yet.” She quickly climbed back on top of Ethan for another round. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is not the end of this story. For the rest, you'll have to make your way over to my blog. You can find that link on my Tumblr homepage. I'd include it directly, but Tumblr banned me last time I did that. The good news is, you'll find over 80 of my other stories over there as well.

#corruption #f2f #slutification

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beautification-tales · 20 days

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The Flight part 1

An Outbreak Story

Holly had always wondered what it felt like to be on a yacht. The white, billowing sails stretched taut against the blue sky, the sea breeze carrying the salty scent of the ocean. As she stepped onto the luxurious vessel, her eyes darted around, taking in the gleaming teak deck, the shiny fiberglass hull, and the well-appointed cabins. She couldn't help but marvel at the sheer extravagance that surrounded her.

She walked confidently on the deck ready to sunbathe her bright blue bikini hugging her curves. As she stretched out on one of the plush loungers, she felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. A cool breeze ruffled her hair, and she closed her eyes, letting the peaceful sounds of the ocean lull her into a state of relaxation. She felt a tap on her shoulder and opened her eyes. Standing before her was the yacht's owner, a handsome, middle-aged man dressed casually in khaki shorts and a polo shirt.

"Hey baby." he asked with a warm smile. "You are looking magnificent as always." Holly smiled as she arched her back looking up at him. “Babe, what did I say about wearing khaki shorts? You’re a millionaire and this is your ship. Now take them off sailor.” He chuckled and started to unbutton his shorts. She watched as they fell to the deck revealing his tan, muscular legs. He climbed onto the lounger next to her and propped himself up on one elbow.

“Did you hear the news about the outbreak?” The man asked in a woman’s voice. “Huh? What outbreak?” Holly shook her head as the man became fuzzy. She closed her eyes and opened them again. A black haired flight attendant was standing in front of her in the galley. She pulled her phone out and showed the story to Holly. Holly sighed as she realized she was no longer in her fantasy but back on her shift on the international flight. Holly held Lucy’s phone and read the article. Holly nervously bit her nails and wiped her uniform off as she read. “It says it’s airborne already.” Holly groaned. “I can’t do another Covid!” She handed the phone back to good friend Lucy.

“Yeah! But it’s like a weird disease. Some people get really sick but others….” Lucy trailed off not knowing how to explain it. “Others.. what Lucy?” Holly asked, her voice tense. “Well they change but it’s like hard to believe what I was reading.” Lucy said nervously, looking around the galley. Holly nodded, feeling a chill run down her spine. They both knew they had to focus on their jobs, but the news was hard to ignore. Holly bit her nails again before asking. “You think it might have reached Australia yet?” Holly asked as they had just left the country on their way to L.A.

Lucy shrugged, looking worried. They both knew it was only a matter of time before they found out. In the meantime, they had to go back to their duties. Holly attended to the first class passengers as she eyed the middle aged man reading from his paper. “Sir?” she said politely, trying to catch his attention. The man looked up from his screen, his blue eyes meeting hers. He smiled warmly.

“Umm, is there anything I can get you, sir? Another drink? A snack perhaps?" Holly asked, trying to catch his attention. The man shook his head, his smile never wavering. "No, thank you, Holly. I'm just catching up on some work here. You know how it is." He chuckled, and she couldn't help but smile back. "Of course, sir. I'm here if you need anything."

Holly brought the cart back to the galley as she found Lucy sitting reading from her phone. Holly wanting to distract Lucy brought up a new subject. “Hey did you see the guy in L6?” She asked, motioning to the business class section of the plane. Lucy nodded, looking up from her phone. “Yeah that’s Brent Book he owns that new tech company. Heard he was a real playboy back in the day. Not bad for his age though, huh? I wonder what he does on these flights...." Holly grinned, imagining the possibilities.

“I bet he still flies commercial because he has a thing for flight attendants.” Holly winked, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. She glanced over at the man in question, wondering what it would be like to be with someone like that. Holly was a sweet competent flight attendant but desired the life Lucy and many of her colleagues had. Holly was a bit average looking and her friends like Lucy got all the attention. Lucy was always glued to her phone because she had over 100 k followers on TikTok. Lucy would brag and show off the hundreds of DM’s she received as Holly read them with envy. Rich businessman and eligible bachelors would take her on amazing dates as Holly spent nights alone in her hotel.

“Oh yeah?” Lucy said as she got up from her bucket seat. “Let’s see if I can get his number.” Lucy adjusted her stockings and breasts as she walked into business class pretending to check on passengers. Lucy reached Brent’s seat and leaned down with a seductive look. Holly looked on with jealousy as Brent laughed and talked with Lucy.

A bell went off and it was a passenger in economy in . “Just great.” Hollly grumbled as she put on her fake smile and went to help them. As she reached the passenger she saw he was shivering and sweating at the same time. His face was pale as he rubbed his shoulders. “How can I help you?” Holly asked, her brow furrowed with concern. “Yes, I’m feeling really cold all of a sudden. Can I get a blanket?” The man asked, his voice barely a whisper. Holly nodded and went to get him a blanket from the galley. As she returned the man coughed in his hand as Holly leaned over to hand him the blanket. The man sneezed violently as fluid hit Holly’s face. “Are you ok sir? Are you feeling sick?” Holly asked, her face now inches from his. “No, so sorry about that. I am just feeling cold. Thank you for the blanket.”

Holly and Lucy exchanged stories when they met in the back again. “So he said he doesn’t go on TikTok but he has one for his company.” Lucy explained. Holly nodded, a little disappointed. Holly continued to wipe her face. “You are so lucky Lucy. You got to flirt with an almost billionaire while I was in the bathroom rinsing snot off my face. Ew I can still feel it. I think some got into my eyes.” She said, rubbing her face with a tissue.

“Yuck…. What if he’s infected?” Lucy whispered, her eyes wide with fear. “ Don’t you fucking go there Lucy!” Holly snapped, her tone harsher than she intended. They both looked at each other, Lucy heard a notification ping from her phone. “Oh my God! His company is following me now! Look!” She showed Holly her phone, Brent Book's company was now following her on TikTok. Holly couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. “Aaagh fuck your TikTok Lucy!” She yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. “Ok? Rude!” Lucy snapped back, crossing her arms. Holly went to her bucket seat as Lucy did the same. Holly began biting her nails as she read about the outbreak on her phone.

The captain's voice came over the intercom, announcing that the flight was halfway over The Pacific Ocean on target for L.A. Holly glanced at the clock, her heart racing. She couldn't shake the thought of the sick man from her mind. Lucy seemed to be oblivious to her friend's distress, busily engrossed in her phone, seeing if any celebrities slid into her DM’s. Holly felt sleepy as she felt her eyes closing.

It was two hours later that Holly woke up in a sweat. She felt her throat was dry and she was shivering uncontrollably. She glanced around and saw that Lucy was fast asleep, oblivious to her friend's distress. Holly struggled to sit up, her head throbbing with pain. As she grabbed a bottle she guzzled it all in seconds. It was then she heard a ping from business class. She forced herself to stand, her legs wobbly, and walked unsteadily to the curtain. Holly felt a bit woozy and heavy. She approached Brent who was deep in his phone. “Can I help you sir?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah Lucy, I was looking at your TikTok and…” Brent finally looked up and adjusted his glasses. “I’m so sorry you’re not Lucy.” He said, his face flushed.

“No, I can get her for you.” Holly said, her voice barely audible. She felt dizzy and her vision was starting to blur. Brent looked at her strangely. He sat up and said. “No, that’s ok but what’s your name?” Holly forced a smile. “Holly sir.” Brent gave a confused look. “Really? I could have sworn there was another flight attendant named Holly on this flight. I haven’t met you. Are you an influencer like Lucy?” Holly felt confused as he noticed Brent looked a bit uncomfortable as his hands were in his lap.

“Umm are you ok Mr. Book?” Holly asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and it seemed to intensify the more she stared. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and she could see his face get red at her question. “Yes, I’m perfectly fine and please call me Brent.” He tried to keep his voice steady, but it came out a little strained.

Holly quickly glanced down at Brent’s hands and could see that he was covering a bulge. She could feel her face heat up and her heart start to race. She knew what was causing that bulge, and it made her even more nervous. "Of course, Brent. Is there anything I can get you?” she asked, trying not to stare at his pants. “Not right now but I have a feeling I might need assistance later.” He winked at her, making her blush even deeper. She quickly looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

Holly walked quickly to the galley. Lucy was still dozing away. Holly rushed into the bathroom and almost squealed at what she saw. The woman in the reflection was completely different. She was looking at this stunning blonde woman in her uniform. The hair was a bit disheveled but her body was slightly bigger. She looked down and fully realized how her bust was more pronounced. She reached and cupped her right breast, feeling the weight of it. "Oh momma like," she thought with a sly smile. She noticed her nail bitten fingernails were gone replaced by red nails that matched her red lips.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She remembered Brent’s reaction at seeing her. She smiled “So this is what it’s like being hot!” she thought to herself. As she continued to explore her new curves, she noticed something else. There was a strange tingling sensation between her legs. She had never experienced anything like it before. She couldn't help but wonder what it was and if it had anything to do with what was happening to her.

Holly left the galley with a bottle of water in her hand. She made it to Brent’s seat and took the cap off the bottle. “Hey, I thought you could use some water. Oh no! I’m so sorry! I’m so clumsy!” Holly had dropped a few drops onto the crotch of Brent. He jumped a little in his seat but smiled at Holly. “It’s ok… not a big deal really. It’s not that much…” he said, trying to be polite. “No this is my fault! Let me help you clean up.” She quickly ran and got a towel as she began dabbing at Brent’s stain. “It’s ok.. I think it should …ungh.” Brent groaned as Holly knelt in the aisle and began rubbing at his crotch. Brent’s eyes widened as he looked at Holly’s sensual focused face. “Don’t worry Mr. Book. I’ll have you cleaned up in no time.” Her words were dripping with confidence. Holly laid the towel down as she continued to rub at Brent’s crotch.

She looked up at him and smiled, "Like I said. It was my fault so I need to take care of it.” Brent’s became red as he realized what was actually happening. He looked down her cleavage and licked his lips. “Oh no. I think it may have reached your boxers. Let me help you.” Holly said as she leaned over even more to get a closer look. She unbuckled his pants as Brent attempted to stop her. “Shhh, let me do my job.” She whispered, seductively. As she pulled down his boxers, Brent gasped, revealing his throbbing arousal. Holly looked up at him with a wicked grin.

She grasped his member as he shivered. He covered his mouth not wanting to wake the other passengers. Holly continued to stroke him, her grip firm and confident. She leaned closer and whispered, "I know just how to take care of this." Brent's heart raced as she increased her speed. Brent grabbed onto the sides of his seat as the pleasure was immense. “Ungh fuck!” He cried as he could feel himself close to release.

As she continued, Brent felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He tried to hold back, but it was no use. Holly could feel him twitching and knew what was coming soon. Brent erupted as almost a river of cum shot out of his cock. He completely relaxed as Holly took the towel and cleaned him. She pulled up his boxers and buckled his belt. “There we go. I’m so glad I could assist you. Remember to buckle your safety belt when the Captain turns on the light.” Brent in complete shock of what just happened nodded and smiled. He felt so relaxed that he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Holly wanted more. She had felt something unleashed in her. She was sexy, she was powerful and she was still horny.

-To Be Continued-

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