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Breaking the Brat

Disclaimer: The length got a little away from me on this one :)

Her name was Jaxx.

Victor knew her proper name was Jacquiline, but everybody just called her Jaxx.

She was his daughter, Kayla's best friend growing up, and he'd watched them both go from wild little girls to crazed teenagers and finally feral women. They'd done everything together. He'd loved them both because they were always into strange and macabre things, loved to go to parties and conventions, loved metal music, just like he had been at their age.

After his wife had passed, Victor had only stayed sane by devoting his life to Kayla and his almost-daughter, Jaxx. They both loved him, too, despite their antagonistic tendencies towards everyone else. The attitude was still there, but there was always mirth behind their antics when Daddy was involved.

Yes, both called him Daddy growing up. Jaxx called her father Tim, but Victor was always Daddy. She'd practically lived with them most of her life, so it made a certain amount of sense that they both said it. It made him warm inside when they were children, but it had started making him uncomfortable as they'd become women. He never said anything to them, though. It was his problem, not theirs.

Things changed after graduation, as they are wont to do. Despite her excellent overall grades, Jaxx's parents couldn't afford college, so she'd gotten a job at a tattoo parlor while she worked her way through community college. Kayla, on the other hand, had won several scholarships in addition to Victor's lucrative consulting firm. This meant that Kayla, who had always wanted to be a doctor, had gone off to a premier university.

Kayla rarely came home due to the hectic schedule, and Jaxx worked most of the time, so Victor had gotten used to an empty house. It was lonely, but he dated her and there and kept himself busy enough.

But life is full of curveball, which is why right around Kayla's 21st birthday, Victor had opened his door one evening to find a sobbing Jaxx with a couple of duffel bags and a suitcase.

She'd had a monstrous fight with her parents, who decided she'd been "freeloading" off of them for too long, and they were going to sell the house and move to another city. Kayla, of course, could barely afford school, much less room and board, so she'd had nowhere to go when they told her to get out.

So here she was, in need, Victor's almost-daughter. He hadn't seen her in over a year, but he knew her instantly through all the makeup, tattoos, and piercings. He saw her, mascara streaming down her face, and he knew something bad had happened.

She started to say, "HI, Daddy..." but had already pulled her into his chest. His shirt was ruined, but he didn't give a shit. This was his foster daughter in need. Her body molded into his, and despite himself, Victor could feel Jaxx's lithe, womanly body pressed against him. She definitely wasn't a teenager anymore.

Jaxx sobbed into him for a few minutes on the porch before he led her into the kitchen to get her some water to rehydrate after all the crying. She calmed down and told him the whole story. The story filled Victor with a cold rage. He'd always known her parents were a bit on the lazy and irresponsible side, but they'd finally crossed the line.

He told Jaxx she could love with him as long as she needed and wouldn't hear another word.

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Jaxx was down for a few days, but quickly turned back into the hellion Victor knew.

But many things were very different.

For one, Jaxx had a very different lifestyle than he did. Her hours were all over the place between work and school, and she frequently came and went at odd hours.

Second, she had her music playing non-stop, music which had gotten much more raucous than when she was a teen. It gave him headaches at times, though he didn't want to impose.

Next, she'd been living with her slovenly parents for too long and had developed some bad habits. Jaxx cleaned rarely and tended to leave junk around the house in odd places. Victor tripped over platform heels, purses, or store bags many times.

Lastly, the girl never wore clothes in the house.

No, she wasn't naked, but Jaxx had a tendency to easily around in only her underwear and stockings or fishnets, or in just a long black t-shirt with a host of various metal bands on them. Victor tried not to notice, but her legs were lean, her skin was pale and smooth, and her tits were far larger than a girl her size normally had.

All of it made Victor crazy. Irritation and growing lust had blended into one messy knot of frustration in his gut. All it took was a spark. A literal one in this case.

At 3 a.m. on a work night, the fire alarm began blaring. Adrenaline surged through the father as his sluggish mind sobered up to what was happening. Barely clothed, he barreled out to check on Jaxx and make sure she was okay. When he reached her door, it was ajar, and a grey haze of smoke was drifting out.

Panicked, he pushed through the door and rushed in to find a clearly safe, but nearly naked Jaxx patting at a smoldering black curtain. Candles and incense sat on a tray a short distance from the burned cloth, clueing him into what had happened. The clutter in the room seemed the biggest factor in the accident.

Seething and tired, Victor yelled, "What the hell were you doing? You could have burned the house down?"

Jaxx's ire rose to match his, "It's none of your fucking business, Daddy." She spat the last word out with vitriol. That really pissed him off.

"It's my fucking house, and every fucking thing in it is my FUCKING BUSINESS!" He raged.

Jaxx, her naked tits bouncing as she stamped her feet, got up into his face, but the fire burning in his eyes quelled her retort. For a second, they just stared each other in the eye before she crossed her arms under her breasts and sat down on the bed.

Even through the anger, Victor couldn't help but notice how incredibly sexy she looked. Pale skin with colorful tattoos, her bee stung lips clenched and quivering, and her boobs pushed up and over her arms. The flames cooled somewhat in that moment as blood rushed out of one head and into the other despite himself.

"Look, Jaxx, just be more careful next time,' he growled softly.

Her head turned back towards him, and she responded, "Whatever, Daddy, I'll just... uh...."

Victor saw her eyes bulge as the words died on her lips with a little gasp as her mouth hung open. Her black lipstick highlighted the 'O' shaped her mouth made. Jaxx was staring right at his crotch where he suddenly realized that he had a huge erection poking through the eye of his boxers.

"Oh shit!" He blurted as he covered himself up best he could with his hands.

Jaxx remained speechless. Her eyes flicked briefly from his crotch to his eyes, and then back again. She seemed paralyzed.

"J-just be more careful," Victor stuttered as he back out quickly and closed the door a bit too hard, asking him jump.

Jeezus H Christ, he thought as he rubbed his temples with one hand and adjusted his fly with the other. Of all the fucking things that could have happened...

Exhaustion and embarrassment hit him, and he suddenly staggered a bit. He needed to get back to sleep. He had to be up in just a couple of hours.

Victor paused briefly in the kitchen to get a cool glass of water and then trudged back to bed. Still feeling mortified, he finished off the water and lay back down. As he closed his eyes, an unbidden vision popped into his mind of Jaxx, those fantastic tits wrapped around his cock, and that 'O' shaped mouth sucking on the crown.

He groaned and squeezed his returning erection briefly before finally passing out. His dreams were far too vivid for the rest of the night.

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The next day, the energy had shifted in the house.

Victor had pretty much written off the incident the evening before as a comedy of errors and was following his normal pattern of fixing dinner after work. He wanted to apologize for his overreaction, so he made a nice meal with a salad and a bottle of wine instead of his normal easily thrown together dish. He hadn't seen Jaxx yet that day, but he knew she had school that morning, and a shift afterwards, so he figured she'd get back soon, tired and ready to chill.

He was half right.

As he set the table, he heard the front door open and close. He knew she'd smell the food and be in the room after she dropped off her purse, so he finished opening the wine and poured a glass for her first, then started on his own.

"HI, Daddy," came Jaxx's voice in a saccharin tone.

He turned around to see his almost-daughter in an obscenely short bodice with aureoles clearly visible over the edge, a skirt that might well have just been a belt, and thigh-high socks with black patent leather platform boots on her feet.

Victor fumbled the bottle for a moment, a bit of red wine splashing out. By sheer luck, he wasn't sure if good or bad, a large drop landed right on top of one rounded breast. His eyes glued to the tiny red pool over white flesh.

Jaxx just giggled, "Silly, Daddy," then lifted her boob from the bodice, leaned her head down, and licked the drop up with her long, pink, pierced tongue.

The wheels in Victor's mind ground to a halt, the mother of all wrenches caught between the gears. He simply couldn't process what just happened in front of him. And yet, as his brain tried a hard reboot, something far more instinctive was waking from a long slumber. It feasted on the vision in front of Victor's eyes and grew hungrier.

After a pregnant silence, Jaxx asked, "You okay, Daddy?"

Victor shook his head as his consciousness finally powered back up. "Uh, yeah," he stammered out. "Ah, welcome home. You look... nice."

Cringing internally at Jaxx's lascivious smile, Victor finished pouring his wine and set it down at the spot he'd laid out. Then he turned, adjusted himself, and sat down before he made himself more of a fool.

To her credit, Jaxx let him off the hook. That time.

Dinner went well, apart from Victor desperately keeping his eyes up, neck muscles straining. They chatted, laughed a bit about the event the night before, and aired out the dirty laundry. Jaxx agreed to start taking better care of the clutter she left around the house. She said that since she was the woman of the house, she supposed she had duties to perform. Victor couldn't stop an eyebrow shooting up at the subtext.

When dinner finished, Jaxx rose, sauntered over, and kissed Victor on the corner of his mouth, then whispered, "Thank you, Daddy." into his ear. Then she strutted out of the room while Victor tried to calm down enough to clear the table and take a much-needed cold shower.

He figured she was just having a fun with him, spreading her wings as young women tended to do... but goddamn, did she have to be such a fucking cock tease about it?

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Unfortunately, or very fortunately depending on your perspective, Jaxx's attitude remained flirty and teasing from that day forward. She somehow wore even less whenever she was home, frequently forgoing a top altogether since Victor had "already seen the goods." She'd give long hugs, rubbing herself against his body. Her kisses became frequent and increasingly risqué. She even began massaging him while he sat working, reading, or watching TV.

Victor kept telling himself that she was just having fun, and that it was a game. This was his almost-daughter for goodness' sake. She didn't think of him that way.

But the reawakened monster inside of him lusted for her. It growled encouragement inside his mind to just take her, make her his. Claim her. Victor tried to ignore the voice, but it only grew stronger over time. He knew that he'd soon hit a point where either he'd snap and take her, or he'd have to ask her to move out.

The monster knew which one he really wanted.

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About six months after Jaxx showed up on his front porch, the season had progressed into high spring, and the weather grew warmer. The sun and rain played tag every other day, so the air was clean and the sky bright.

One afternoon, Jaxx tottered up to him on tall heels with a short, black sundress, fishnets, and a big bow on her head, and told him that she'd decided to clean up the pool and get some exercise in. The monster growled inside him while he fixated on the image of her in a bikini. It wouldn't have to wait long.

He managed to responsibly remind her to use sunscreen and stay under the umbrella when she wasn't swimming. Jaxx put her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him full on the mouth this time. She thanked Victor for taking such good care of her.

Then the young sexpot stepped back, grabbed the hem of her dress, and lifted it straight off. Victor's heart skipped several beats as he beheld the tiniest, most filthy bikini he'd ever seen. The entire suit had maybe 6 total square inches of fabric. Tiny triangles barely covered the diameter of her nipples, and the entire remainder simply covered the area of her labia, and nothing more. The fishnets stayed on.

Jaxx grinned evilly at him, turned on one high heel, and sashayed out the back door. After grabbing the pool cleaning net, she strode around using it to pick up leaves. Victor gaped, utterly transfixed by the sight of her wiggling her hips as she prowled around the pool, always bending at the waist to scoop out the flotsam from the water.

The monster paced inside him, eager for the kill.

With the last shred of his will, he was able to tear himself away from the glass and at least try to get something done around the house. He puttered around the kitchen uselessly, wiping away invisible germs, trying to keep a hold of himself. Victor's mind was in the backyard, fucking his daughter's best friend.

A knock at the window broke him from the sexy daydream his head swam in. Jaxx grinned at him through the glass and beckoned him with one finger before scampering back to the wicker chaise under the umbrella. Victor gulped, tried his best to hide the throbbing rod in his jeans, and followed the vixen outside.

She was waiting, lounging back on the furniture, a large towel draped over it. Her legs were spread open, straddling the seat. Her smile could melt steel. She was evil. She was cruel. She was demonic.

She was perfect.

"Daddyyyy," Jaxx whined girlishly, "Can you please cream me?"

Victor blinked, "What?"

"Suncream, Daddy," she grinned. " Can you cream my back, please?"

Steeling himself, the beleaguered guardian grabbed the bottle from the patio table and spread some on his hands. Rubbing them together to warm the gelatinous liquid, he gestured for Jaxx to turn around. The smile never left her face as she turned around...

...and pulled the string keeping her top on free of its bow.

Victor watched the strings fall and scowled in wonderment at the gall of this girl. The monster inside him had her scent. His hungering eyes feasted on her bare neck and shoulders, the smoothness of her back, the curve of her hips, the Venus dimples just above her ass. He consumed and was consumed by them.

His hands reached her back and spread the cream across her warm skin. The goosebumps that rose from her touch coincided with a coo from the temptress' throat. The anger he felt kept him on task, though. Victor knew she was taunting him. The game was nearing its climax. He was sick of playing by these rules.

The older man rubbed the cream into her skin as long as he felt it's presence. He enjoyed every inch of skin on her neck, shoulders, and back. Jaxx couldn't stop herself from squirming at his touch, surreptitiously trying to get him to touch more of her sides and ass. Victor smiled grimly, refusing to give her satisfaction.

Finally, the filmy feeling was gone. The father figure leaned down to her ear, and whispered, " All done."

Jaxx moaned, shivers running down her body.

Victor was amazed. Had she just orgasmed?

Refusing to find out, he retreated to the sanctum of his master bedroom. In the coolness of the air conditioner, he realized how damp his clothes had become from standing in the direct sunlight for however long he'd been out there.

Stripping down, he decided to take a shower and cool off. Sweat beaded down his naked body as if it was temptation itself seeping from his skin. Victor was still angry, and still turned on out of his mind. His cock had been hard for too long.

The overheated man turned on the shower and set the regulator just above room temperature. He entered the water, taking a deep breath as the cool water hit his skin. After a moment, he plunged his head under the water and let it run down his neck and back. It dripped from his hair down his face and beard as well.

Placing both hands on the tiled wall, he stretched out his muscles, strained from the tense act of "creaming" Jaxx. The large shower easily accommodated the sizeable man. Over time he adjusted the temperature lower, further cooling himself off. It didn't help.

His cock remained rigid. The animal was howling inside him. Victor gritted his teeth, refusing to jack himself off. He would not let her win.

Eventually, he sighed. It wasn't getting any better, so why waste the water? He turned off the shower and began toweling himself off. Victor moved to exit the bathroom, still dabbing his hair dry.

Jaxx stood on the other side, wearing nothing but her fishnets and a feral grin.

Victor froze, staring down at her. He towered over her, his wide shoulders and muscled body easily eclipsing her petite form. His nostrils flared. He could smell her now.

"Jaxx..." he breathed. "Don't..."

"Don't what, Daddy?" she inquired, twisting her hips from side to side. Her eyes trailed down from his, crossing his hairy chest, down his belly, and to his raging hardon. She bit her lip.

"Need any help, Daddy?"

The beast took over. He reached out with one hand and grasped her jaw. Pulling her close, he forced her to look into his eyes again.

"Is this really what you want?" he asked.

"Since I was 12, Daddy," she answered.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his. Their lips and tongues met in battle. It was a beautiful stalemate for a moment before Victor pulled her head backwards to kiss down Jaxx's neck.

She gasped in delight as his mouth trailed kisses down her neck. Then he bit into her shoulder, unexpectedly. His teeth hurt, but didn't break skin, and the thrill of it screamed down her body and straight into her clit. Jaxx realized he was marking her. The first of many.

His hands reached down to the perfect globes of her young ass and lifted her up. She squealed in glee at the feeling of being manhandled by her Daddy. Victor marched her to the bed and tossed her onto the duvet.

He was on her in a moment. Her Daddy continued kissing her, licking her, tasting her. Her pale skin glowed with sweat from the heat outside and inside. She tasted like a steak dinner, like buttered bread, like the sweetest dessert. Victor wanted more.

His left hand wove into her hair again, and pulled her head back, arching her back. Victor's lips attached itself to one breast as she moaned. He slid his other hand up the inside of her thigh but stopped short of the goal. Time to take back control.

Detaching from her breast, he pulled her face to his again, locking eyes. His hand traced circle around her hotbox, but never touching it directly.

Before long, she was bucking her hips, biting her lip again. She mewled her want, desperate for contact, but he was too strong for her to win. Her sultry glance began to look desperate.

"Please," she whined.

"Please, what?" he grinned cruelly.

"Oh gods," Jaxx whispered. She needed to feel it. The slut inside her had been begging for it since the night she saw his cock.

"Please... please touch me...!"

A slap in the face was the response. It shocked her to her core. Something broke loose inside her when his palm impacted her cheek.

"I said," he growled, "Please, what?"

Jaxx's mind reeled. What did he want specifically? She was so off balance, now that she wasn't sure what to say.

"Uh... ummm," she stammered.

The next slap hit her left tit. It stung so badly. It hurt. Fuck, her pussy was gushing now.

"Please. What. Slut."

The bit inside her that broke loose was now tumbling about. This wasn't what she planned. It wasn't what she expected. It was so much... hotter!

"Please...touch my slutty cunt..."

He slapped her pussy and she nearly passed out.

"Please, touch my slutty cunt, Daddy!" she begged from the bottom of her soul.

Victor's grin widened as he finally slid his fingers up her gushing slit. She shuddered as his fingers grazed her clit. He touched her lightly but felt to Jaxx like lightning bolts shooting through her nerves.

Her Daddy teased her more, circling her clit with the barest tough. She squirmed under Victors almost ghostly touch. The slut wanted more but dared not ask again. She thought another slap might break her mind entirely.

Suddenly, Victor removed his hand and stepped off the bed. Jaxx, barely aware of the world through her arousal, looked around confusedly. She couldn't see what he was doing as he rummaged through something, and then he returned with a leather belt in his hands.

Before she could ask what was happening, Victor grabbed both her hands and closed the belt loop around them. After tightening it, he then wrapped it around the top bar of the headboard, laced it through the loop, and tightened the knot.

Jaxx pulled lightly, more out of curiosity than anything else, but while the knot didn't hurt, she couldn't easily loose herself. Not that she had any desire to. The horny girl wanted whatever was coming.

After securing her tightly, Victor picked up her legs and bent them back all the way to the headboard bar. Jaxx was easily flexible enough to be folded in half like this, even though the position forced her ass and pussy up in the air with her weight on her shoulders.

Victor licked his lips in anticipation, but he had to torture her a bit more first. He ran his fingers down from the backs of her knees to the inside of her thighs, stopping shy of her nethers. Then he bent down slowly and extended his tongue.

Jaxx strained to raise herself up to his tongue, but he stopped short of actually touching her again. She whined like the bitch in heat she was as he blew cool air onto her boiling folds. The restrained woman was at her limit.

Without warning, he slapped her pussy again. Jaxx screamed in pain and ecstasy.

"Who does this cunt belong to?"

"You, Daddy!"

"That's right, this cunt is mine," he instructed, laying out Jaxx's new reality."

SLAP

She screamed again as he continued overwriting her reality.

"You've teased me enough. You are mine now. Body, mind, and soul."

Jaxx repeated the words without being asked, without any conscious thought.

"I own you. I own your holes. I will fuck you whenever and wherever I choose."

"Wherever... whenever..." she repeated.

SLAP

"You are property. You are a toy. You are an object for my pleasure. Nothing else matters but my word."

"Yes, Daddy... yes" she cried, tears of fear and joy streaming down her face as his words became her new law.

SLAP

"Okay, slut. This is your last chance. You can still go back to normal, and I will never speak of this again. I will still take care of you until you can live on your own."

Her eyes widened. Flashes of thought flitted through her mind. What did she really want?

"Choose."

She moved her lips, tried to speak. At first, only a croak came out, but then her voice finally returned weakly. "I want to be yours, Daddy!"

Victor's eyes lit up and a genuine smile spread across his face.

"Good girl."

Then he plunged forward and run his tongue up Jaxx's weeping cunt. He kissed and sucked at her labia. He nipped at the inside of her thigh. He circled the tip of her clit with his tongue. Victor explored every inch of his newly acquired pussy. His slut moaned, begging him for more.

Finally, he pushed two fingers into her slit. They slid into her buttery, vice-like pussy. Jaxx screeched. Victor fucked her with those two fingers for a few moments before finding her clit again with his tongue, finding just the right spot on the bottom, and then attached his mouth to her and sucked while his tongue wriggled against her most sensitive spot.

Jaxx's world exploded into white. Her orgasm overpowered all her other senses. She lost control of her body as it spasmed uncontrollably, though still well restrained by her Daddy. All the new instructions finished etching into her mind and soul.

She was forever, Daddy's girl. His slut. His whore. His fucktoy. HIs cum dump. Jaxx was simply his.

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Three months later, a car pulled up to the front of Victor's house, the shining logo of a drive-sharing company shone out from the window. A pink-haired girl emerged, looking tired. Kayla sighed as she saw her front door. It'd been forever since she made it home.

She got her suitcases out of the back and threw the drivers a couple of singles as a tip. He hadn't been pleasant, but she was just grateful to be done. Kayla extended the handle, stacked, and then rolled her suitcases up the drive to the front door.

As tired as she was, Kayla was looking forward to seeing her dad and Jaxx. She knew they'd been living together for a while now, and she hoped they were getting along as both of them told her over the phone and text. They had always gotten along when the girls were younger, but you never knew.

Kayla unlocked & opened the door, rolled her suitcases inside, and closed it behind her. She hit the deadbolt as was her habit at college. Then she tossed her keys on the entry room table. Two other sets sat there along with a purse, her father's old brown wallet, and a couple of other odds and ends.

Slipping her shoes off, she padded on bare feet into the house. Kayle was surprised they weren't at the door waiting for her. They knew when she'd be home.

In fact, the whole house seemed empty. None of the lights were on. Maybe they'd gotten sidetracked or had a surprise party or something. Kayla hoped the latter wasn't the case.

Then she heard a noise, something like a cat mewling. Did they get a pet? She strolled through the darkened house, looking for the source of the sound. It got louder as she got towards the bedrooms. There was a light back in her father's room. Kayla wondered if they were both back there together, and if so, why?

The sounds had become more like wailing, now. Kayla reached her father's door, knocked, lightly, and walked in.

"Hey Daddy, I'm ho-ooooohhh?" she started before her words died on her lips.

Naked except for a collar with a gold tag and fishnets, Jaxx bounced reverse cowgirl style on the BIGGEST cock Kayla had ever seen.

Jaxx finally noticed Kayla, and squealed happily, "Kaylaaaaa, you’re home! We missed you so much." She continued bouncing the whole time, baffling Kayla who was wavering somewhere between lust and horror.

Before she could even respond, Jaxx continued, "Sorry, we wanted to be ready for you, but I had to take care of Daddy first!" She grinned at her best friend, as Kayla slowly realized who Jaxx was fucking.

It was her Daddy. He was fucking her best friend. Fucking her with a huge cock that Jaxx was clearly loving. Unbidden, one hand slowly slid down her belly towards her own pussy.

Jaxx spotted it and her smile turned predatory. "Why don't you come give me a hug, then you can help Daddy with me."

As Kayla's legs moved of their own volition towards the mating couple, Jaxx giggled. She loved the idea of corrupting her best friend and addicting her to Daddy cock, too.

That's a Brat for you.

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You had long been her friend, and she had started to feel bad for you. While everyone else kept growing in high school you remained quite small and very slender. She often noticed how even in college you had the body of a slender teenage girl. She watched you utterly fail to have any sort of male social life. You could never date girls and you didn’t really even have any guy friends. She decided to help you slowly try transitioning to become a woman, which she felt would naturally suit you. She took you away on a trip and got you wear a little bikini out in the resort. If fit you marvelously, and your naturally long hair was perfect to make you seem very feminine almost effortlessly. Even with no makeup you looked more female than male.

Next she took you out to shop dressed a little more each time. She introduced you to light makeup and jewelry. She got you to wear a cami halter top over a pair of jeans you felt comfortable in. It was just enough to appear entirely feminine, while still helping you feel comfortable and not embarrassed.

Each day she helped you dress more and more girly, while also ensuring you consistently took your hormones. These helped your slender teenage appearing body start to fill out more as a woman. You even went to the gym when you worked out dressed as a pretty girl.

You felt more and more comfortable in a bikini when the two of you took trips to the water. You now had clear breasts growing in and your hips were starting to show more curves.

You started to enjoy trying on her dresses, and found them quite nice.

You even felt confident enough to start wearing dresses and heels in public. By now it was quite obvious to anyone that saw you, you were a very pretty young lady.

Your body has become a woman’s body, but your identify as a woman was slower to catch up.

And then eventually one day she saw you checking out the handsome young men at the lake. She knew you were all girl at that point.

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Getting found by Milk Mommy Alice.

Just worship.

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Look at you now, baby!

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Terms of Service

Katya was going to follow her dream. She was going to be an influencer.

Like so many other girls, she'd grown up admiring beautiful models living a life of constant attention and external validation.

They were so glamorous, so classy, so carefree looking! She wanted to be like that, beautiful but untouchable, unobtainable.

However, the reality was that being an influencer took a lot of work, and getting started was proving EXPENSIVE. Things like makeup, clothes, " healthy lifestyle" super foods, everything just piled up.

Katya tried cutting corners wherever she could. She was able to get some cheap camera and staging equipment on sale or from some second hand stores, which helped somewhat.

She also decided to skimp on picture modding software and apps. Instead of buying an expensive piece of software along with the computer she'd need or paying some pay-to-play mobile app, she started shopping the app store for free options.

Katya was a smart girl, she knew she could make it work. It was her dream, nothing would stop her!

She went through app after frustrating app trying to find something halfway decent until one day she stumbled on an app that looked really good and had a ton of features for modding pictures.

It was called Bimboozle, and it said it was looking for influemces to beta test who would get the app for free as long as they agreed to share their info and use as many features as possible.

There was this long service agreement, and a non disclosure, some disclaimer about private ownership. She just scrolled without reading and clicked agree on each one. All these were the same anyway.

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Katya was ecstatic, it was so good! It could do everything she wanted. It also had a feature called Tipz. If you clicked on the icon for Tipz, it would give some advice on how to use functions, or advice for what to adjust. It was really very helpful!

Every time you used it, it would ask a survey question, "Did this Tipz help you Bimboozle yourself?" It was silly, and she rolled her eyes, but she'd agreed to test and rate the features.

So Katya would always click either the OMG Yes! option which made a happy little chime that made her feel all warm whenever she heard it, or the Totes No! option that played a sound that, for some reason, made her feel stressed.

Thankfully, the Tipz were usually really good, so she got to hear the happy sound a lot!

"Bigger is better! Add a bit more to your bust for the boys!"

Did this help?

OMG Yes! *happy chime*

"Pouts are pretty! Puff up those puckerers!"

Did this help?

OMG Yes! *happy chime*

She felt so good using the Tipz like that. She started to feel warm and fuzzy when she lovingly molded her increasingly sexy pictures.

It was funny. She didn't seem to need them to mod pics so much anymore, but she still gave feedback every time she used them.

Her hair seemed lighter and lighter. And. had it really grown 6 inches in a few weeks?

*happy chime*

Well, she was eating healthier, and she'd been getting so much more sun, which could bleach her hair naturally. And she just loooooved how the color looked.

She had to buy new bras again. Something about going up 3 cup sizes in a month seemed weird.

*happy chime*

Well, she was still a growing girl after all. And yay, these new bras were totes so sexy!

Katya was ecstatic, feeling so bubbly and fulfilled as her following grew. And she got so many compliments! She was making money, feeling good and sexy, and people were so interested in her every activity. It was her dream life.

She took a new sexy selfie, opened the app to modify it, and clicked the Tipz like always. She needed to hear that chime. It made her feel so HOT!

"Brains are for boys, bimbos are blank! Show your fans just how dumb you can be!"

Did this help?

*happy chime*

Katya moaned. She really did look so dumb looking in her pic. She could see how boys would like it.

She tried to make a dumber expression in the next pic. It really wasn't that hard. She'd been feeling fuzzier lately.

"Good Girls think with their cunts! Show your fans just how sexy it feels when you're dripping!"

Did this help?

*happy chime*

"Fuuuuucckkkk," such an amazing sound. And she really did feel horny. Maybe she could do a more adult shoot. Katya bet her followers would love to see pics of her rubbing her seemingly constantly aroused vulva on objects around her apartment.

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It had been 3 months since Kitty had downloaded Bimboozle. Life was perfect!

Her porny pics had spawned a whole new adventure for her. Her constantly dripping slit seemed to have all the best ideas, and she loved seeing all the cocks her fans were sending her.

New pics! Her cunt was lewdly on display, and her fat titties looked perfectly fuckable. She automatically clicked the Tipz. She needed it! It was so smart, and she was so dumb, but if she did as she was told, she got cocks, and money, and cocks, and even some yummy pussy.

"You're prime pussy! Invite your followers to use and abuse you"

Did this help?

*happy chime*

Kitty squirted when she heard the chime. She hadn't even realized she'd been circling her clit until the orgasm hit.

Kitty would invite the next boy who messaged her to come over and use her body. Her still sodden pussy ached to be filled by her fans. The app told her so.

The happy chime went off on its own, and she shivered in orgasm again. She hadn't clicked on Tipz. Oh wait, the Terms of Service updated.

She could barely read anymore, but Tipz popped up to help her as always.

"Good bimboozlers are property! Agree and let Bimboozle own you for good!"

Did this help?

*happy chime*

Kitty's world exploded as she clicked Agree. She was a good bimboozler now, and she'd never been happier.

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Clipped Wings

Sarah tried to muster a smile for her daily selfie, but it was hard after another exhausting day of work as a stewardess. Stuck in a cheap hotel, far from home, ogled, flirted with, and "bumped into" all day by angry travellers. She snapped the pic, and let the smile drop. Without a conscious thought, her fingers were a blur, texting the selfie, her room number, and a proposition to the pilot who'd captained the flight that brought her to this third rate city.

Sighing and rubbing at her forehead, Sarah lamented, yet again, all the years of pilot training she'd had, to still end up here. Top marks, glowing practical experience, a real gift for flying, and yet, somehow, she was just a stewardess. She still remembered that wild day, almost a year ago, even if it didn't make any more sense now than it did then. She remembered arriving at the interview, a half dozen or so would-be pilots filing in and out of different interview rooms during a long day of formal hiring. She remembered one of the older applicants approaching her during the lunch break and asking if she was applying to be a stewardess, and laughing off her angry denial. His mumbled apology had been so quiet and strange that she'd had to focus so hard that the rest of the lunch break was a blur. She didn't think she'd even managed to eat anything! The strangest memory of all came at the end of that day however: hearing her voice turning down the job she'd been dreaming about since she was ten, and instead asking, no begging, for a job as a flight attendant. The memory of shock and confusion as her voice spoke on its own, begging herself to stop as she declared, in no uncertain terms, that she would only be accepting a job as a flight attendant, and nothing else. Even now, almost a year later, she shivered at the memory. She didn't know why she did it, didn't know why she kept the job, didn't know why every morning she woke, dressed in corporate "pretty" and spent another day plastering on a smile in the face of all the petty abuse one suffered from the public. No matter how she focused on her years of pilot training, the years of yearning to fly, the deep pride she had in her own abilities, she just couldn't make herself change her routine. Couldn't even make herself tell anyone what was happening.

There was always a single echoing thought at her core when she pushed, when she tried to change her life: I'm a stewardess at heart. Sarah didn't believe that, or at least, she didn't think she did. But no matter how many times she told herself she didn't think that, insisted she was a pilot, that thought would rebuff her, would ring in her mind, and Sarah would hear herself saying aloud, "I'm a stewardess at heart", and find herself nodding along, agreeing with herself for a while. Each time left her just as trapped, just as much a piece of eye candy distributing peanuts and soda. Sarah was starting to lose hope that she'd ever understood what had changed that day at the interview, why she did what she did lately. She was starting to wonder if maybe she was right, maybe she was a stewardess at heart.

A knock on her hotel room door interrupted yet another round of pondering. Sighing, she labored to her feet and stomped over to the door, rubbing her neck. She swung the door open, expecting some hotel worker with sheets or towels, and was shocked to see the pilot who'd flown her here with an awkward smile on his face. They exchanged greetings, him blushing and struggling to make eye contact. It was almost cute. Every stewardess finds pilots irresistibly sexy, the thought popped into Sarah's head from somewhere. It didn't feel like her thought, but Sarah liked the way it sounded on her lips as she automatically repeated it aloud. He liked the way it sounded too, judging from the look of giddy shock on his face.

Sarah prepared to apologize for saying something so crass and forward, but another thought bubbled up from a sealed part of herself. A stewardess exists to serve the needs of passengers and crew, that wasn't true, was crazy, but a warm surge of satisfaction settled over Sarah as she repeated the alien thought aloud, lavishing the word "serve" with innuendo. His eyes went wide with lust, checking up and down the hallway for onlookers. The obvious way his eyes played over her, appreciating her uniform, the long exposed leg, made her increasingly glad about her job change. If she was a pilot, no one would look at her this way. She went to say goodbye, to disappear from such a lewd act, but-- A good stewardess lives to fulfill every last need of her pilot, Sarah put so much lavish seduction into the line as spoke it, her fingers toying with her ascot, that both of their faces were beet red, heat pulsing in them both. She was far too heated to worry, to argue with herself, to resist what she wanted more than anything, which right now was to be a good stewardess. Taking a few steps back, she wordlessly invited him into her hotel room. Her meaning so obvious that started loosening his tie as he stepped in, closing the door behind him.

Kneel, said Sarah's programming, and she did. Her fingers began to unbutton her uniform jacket as the mantras implanted in her subconscious in that cafeteria echoed through her mind. Reasserting themselves, deepening her programming, further suppressing her ability to ever escape her hypnotically changed fate. Sarah repeated the deepest, most fundamental of all her programming aloud, "I'm a stewardess at heart", the implication obvious, and the pilot pounced on the woman who'd never be a pilot now, and got every last one of his needs served...

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Rose handed her boss, Mr. Sanders his coffee, smiling as she walked around his desk to open it. "I think I know just how much to add now!" she boasted, pulling out one of her breasts, leaning over the coffee as her ass pushed against her boss.

"Good girl, I have all the faith in the world," he chuckled, caressing and squeezing her ass, reaching down, feel heat coming from her pussy through her dress. "I think your pussy's nice and ready for round two.... it has been about a month since you gave birth."

Rose stood up from squirting milk in her boss's coffee, handing it to him "So soon? I mean..... we can certainly try, sir! If you say my womb is ready, it must be!" She giggled, her one breast dripping milk, still hanging out.

"Ah, perfect," her boss said, tasting the coffee. "You're a faster learner than those tits would lead on. And my oh my, just look at them." He set his coffee down, reaching out to grab Rose's breasts, squeezing the exposed one off to the side to avoid getting milk on his suit, as the other stained her dress. "These udders of yours are growing quite nicely."

"Thank you, Mr. Sanders. I can't believe how big they are...."

"And yet they pale in comparison to how big they'll be in a year or two."

"O-Oh? How big are my breasts going to get?"

"So big you'll need a wheelbarrow to come into work, or a nice serving cart maybe, so everyone around the office can enjoy them. Either for milk or to relieve some office stress on them, however they see fit. You'll be a bigger asset to the company than ever before, I'm sure of it."

Rose blushed. "I see.... I'll be so enormous, especially with my womb full of your kids again.... I had so much fun giving birth for you."

"It was quite the sight. Not sure it's how most of the guys around the office envisioned seeing your pussy the first time. Pushing out triplets, completely naked, sweating, moaning, taking turns jerking the guys off and sucking them off because it was just so hard to concentrate with such a big workplace distraction like you, Rose. Your belly exposed for all to see, your breasts leaking milk, your pussy swollen, gaping and loose as you pushed out my kids."

"I was happy to, although it was sorta embarrassing--Oh!" Rose yelped as her boss lifted her and pushed her on top of the fax machine, pulling up her dress to start fucking her.

"What's say we go for double the old brood, hmm my little office whore? I think a girl like you ought to be carrying at least sextuplets at all times, don't you agree?"

"Y-Yes, sir!" Rose grunted as he fucked her, barely able to remember before he bought the company a little over a year ago. She used to be no nonsense, all business, fully dedicated to work as the company's lead marketing analyst. But as soon as Mr. Sanders bought the company out, Rose, along with the other girls there, were put on fertility drugs by the new insurance plan, ones that dramatically increase breast size. The girls were demoted to company toilets, all drinking down the piss and cum of the men that worked there, doing little else.

Rose was Mr. Sanders' favorite, so he promoted her to the highest position a girl could have at his company: to be his assistant, and personal breeding cow. Thankfully the fertility drugs made the girls dumb and complacent with becoming toilets and breeders with increasingly massive breasts for all to enjoy. Rose couldn't believe how much she came to love being treated like an object and demeaned, though deep down part of her always fantasized about giving up her professional life to be a mindless whore. She never thought her wish would finally come true, though....