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heavywithourbabies · 2 years

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Engineered Fertility

WARNING: contains Hyper pregnancy, body transformation, NON CON, and brief descriptions of birth

Bonnie felt hot tears beginning to slide down her slightly chubby cheeks. She couldn’t get off the toilet. She sat there heavily and completely naked, trying to fight back the rampant emotions. She grabbed the custom-made hand rails on either side of her, breathing in deep measured breaths. Her arms were trembling. Panicked thoughts raced in her head. She couldn’t get up on her own. She was stuck. Helpless. Pathetic. “Look at you” a bitter voice whispered inside her head. “Look at what you’ve become. Look at what you’ve done to yourself you stupid bitch.” She was acutely aware of the perspiration clinging to her hyper sensitive skin. She felt beads of sweat rolling down her ample sides from her armpits. She was still sweating from getting to the bathroom in the first place. She pushed all the negative thoughts out of her mind as best she could, and regained her focus.

“You can do this.” She told herself. “You will not let yourself be trapped in the bathroom until a nurse comes. You are still you. You are still strong.” She planted her feet on the cold tiled floor. Summoning her strength, she commanded her legs to respond. She gripped the handle bars tighter and began lifting herself. Her strained hips whined in protest. Her massive thighs trembling as she exerted herself. She clenched her jaw and began to make animal like noises as she fought. She felt her posterior lifting up from the toilet seat. She was now flexing almost every muscle she had. She wouldn’t let them see her like this. She couldn’t. Rage began to course through her. Rage at the world. Rage at how unfairly life had treated her. Rage at the facility’s doctors and techs. They had promised she would be fine. That she would finally have what she had always longed for most. That she could finally feel complete and whole. The desperate longing and aching in her heart would finally stop. They said…

` “Fuck youuuuuuu” She hissed as she felt herself finally begin to stand. Her body was shaking and sweating again, but she was nearly there. “Fuck all of you” she growled and pushed herself as hard as she could to fully rise up. She finally stood. She took in deep lungsful of air. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was thankful she could only see from the shoulders up in this one. She was sweating heavily and there was no denying how utterly exhausted she looked. She was still pretty with a unique face. Her dark eyes taking in her appearance. Her naturally curly dark hair looked even thicker than the last time she saw it. She knew it had grown insanely long, she could feel it brush against the small of her poor aching back. She could still see that “glow” about her. And she felt the deep rage rise again and turn inwards.

“And most of all, fuck you Bonnibel.” She spat out at her reflection. She didn’t see how attractive she was anymore. All she saw were the faults. Only recognizing her own sense of ugliness. Her face had gotten even fatter. The horrible voice inside her returned. “Look at that fat fucking face. No wonder Kyle left you. Ugly. Stupid. BARREN bitch!” She violently told the voice to shut up. To leave her alone. She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve any of this. She was smart enough to know that awful voice was just her own self-hatred coming out because of what she had become. So much hate for what she had let herself become. Deep down though, she knew that awful thing talking to her was partially correct though. Kyle had left because they couldn’t have kids. Or more to the point, SHE couldn’t have children. One of the babies shifted in her belly and she immediately began to softly rub the area to try and soothe the child. Praying that it would stay asleep. That they all would stay asleep. It was painful and so overwhelming when they all began to move. “I couldn’t have children.” She thought bitterly. “Well look at me now Kyle. Hope I’m woman enough now.” She had to fight back the urge to let out a hateful little laugh. She sighed and readied herself. Gently she wrapped both of her arms under her belly to try and hold up the awful weight. It was time for the next part of the endurance challenge. It was time to get back into bed. She slowly heaved herself forward and left the bathroom.

Bonnie was waddling at this point. Even then, referring to it as waddling was being generous. She could barely maintain her center of balance as she cradled her belly, trying to ignore the deep grooves of fresh stretch marks on the underside. She took one slow step at a time. Barely lifting her feet off the ground, she plodded along awkwardly. She didn’t want to look up or around the room so she kept her focus on the bed. It was in a semi standing position now for her. She wasn’t physically capable of getting up and on the bed anymore so she had to put it on a full incline every time she needed to get up. Like many of the things in her room, it was also custom made for her. Bonnie could only imagine how much a custom king-sized hospital bed had cost to make. She felt a small bit of gratitude for Dr. Stern. When it came to Bonnie and her babies, he didn’t spare any expense. She hated how much of her life was now spent on that bed…… gestating…… but she couldn’t deny it was clearly made to be as comfortable for her as possible. She took another clumsy step towards her objective when suddenly the lights came on in the room. She started to blink in response to the light and couldn’t stop herself from looking around. She turned her head to the left in confusion and immediately realized what a huge mistake she made.

The East side wall of the room had floor to ceiling mirrors. She had pleaded with Dr. Stern to have them removed, just in case something like this would happen. Clearly who ever had designed the room was thinking about how happy the expectant mommies would be as they could watch their own progress. Joyfully observing their own cute baby bumps. The designers probably never intended the mirrors to reflect a never-ending horror movie. Bonnie saw her full reflection as she stood there naked. The shame and misery washed over her completely. A low pitiful moan escaped from her lips and the tears really did come full force then. She couldn’t stop herself from breathing in deep from her diaphragm in between the tears and it made her swollen stomach ache with the motion.

Before this nightmare had started, she had been a very pear-shaped young woman. Growing up she had been very self-conscious of herself as her hips flared out big and wide. She had cried many times over how thick her thighs were as a teenager. Praying none of the other girls would mock her for her rather large and ample posterior. She had never been fat, but just slightly chubby. Her breasts a modest B cup. As she grew older and found men who were very attracted to her figure, she began to embrace herself. It took a long time and lot of work with her own therapist, but she had finally gotten comfortable in her own skin. After the third time Kyle and her had sex, they held each other close in bed sweating and happy. He had confessed that he was in love with her body. He couldn’t get enough. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” She asked half-jokingly. She had expected him to say how much he loved her big juicy ass, something dumb and typical any guy would say thinking it was sexy. Instead he smiled and said “You look like you were meant to have babies.” The comment stopped her cold in her tracks. All her life she wanted to be a mother more than anything. But it was not an easy task finding a boyfriend her age that also wanted a family. She just looked at him at a loss for words. He leaned over and kissed her deeply before saying “Yeah. And you are going to be beautiful carrying mine.” She knew she was in love that moment. But that was all before the marriage. The pressure. The desire to start a family. To have a piece of him growing inside her. The yearning they both seemed to ache from. It was before the consultations. Before the tests. Before her world was shattered, and then laid to waste when Kyle left. Before Dr. Stern. Before the procedures and modifications…. before, This….

Now, Bonnie was monstrously pregnant. Again. And she could feel she was close to giving birth for the fourth time. All the babies she carried were huge, just like the last horrific pregnancy. Only she wasn’t carrying 7 this time around. She was nearly bursting with 10. At her last weigh in, she was nearly 273 pounds. That was almost a month ago and she had definitely grown bigger since. She stared at herself in utter shame and disbelief. Her tiny feet and ankles painfully swollen, leading up to her large muscular calves and above that, her almost impossibly thick thighs. They had grown massive in muscle size to support herself, but they were also buried under layers of thick paddings of fat. She never had any sort of thigh gap, but now they were obese thick tree trunks, fighting one another for space as she moved.

Her wide hips were now abominable in size. It had been utter agony when she first felt them grow and change in response to her mutated body, she had watched in terror as they continued to grow and become wider. She had asked one of the nurses to measure them. Just once. That was during the second unbelievable pregnancy. When the nurse told her, they were 70 inches in the softest voice possible, Bonnie decided to never ask for measurements ever again. Now they were “perfect” to cradle and birth a literal litter of babies. They ached constantly and were marked with deep red stretch marks. Behind her sore gargantuan birthing hips, her ass had gotten colossal. Her cheeks almost exploding out of her backside into elephantine masses of muscle and blubber. She could actually feel the weight of her cumbrous ass every time she waddled forward. Bonnie despised her immense ass but she was also slightly grateful it almost acted as a counterweight to her ghastly maternal swelling in front.

Her once smaller breasts were now mammoth heavy throbbing sacs. Bloated masses of plump swollen flesh, corpulent with milk for her seemingly never-ending brood. Bonnie thought she was imagining things during the first pregnancy, but now on her fourth round, she could actually hear the sloshing of warm sweet liquid in her fleshy water melon sized tits that sat resting on her belly. A roadmap of veins in her pale skin could be seen just under the surface, leading down to her hurting engorged nipples. Her nipples used to be small, pink nubs budding from her breasts. Bonnie used to think they were cute and perfect for her. Now, her areolas were upsettingly large, dark reddish-brown masses taking up almost a quarter of her bust. Her actual nipples had grown thick, long, and rubbery. They jutted out of her aggressively, demanding attention. It didn’t matter how she felt, they were always painfully erect now and constantly dribbled milk. The pressure behind her sore meaty nipples was nearly unbearable. The staff members on her team had to pump her milk nearly every two hours. Even then, she would sometimes be reduced to a crying mess over how much they hurt her. Early on in this pregnancy, Dr. Stern installed a new pumping device right above her bed. Two long plastic tubes connected to suction cups were dangling within arm’s reach for her. Sometimes, the only source of pleasure she felt was when she was hooked up and released some of the awful pressure within her breasts. The process of being milked was alien to her after she gave birth to first batch of heavy babies. Once she got in rhythm with it, she enjoyed her tiny relief from her tender aching body. In truth, she had let herself become slightly obsessed with it and fetishized the act. There were many times when she had fallen asleep to the sounds of the pumps, cooing to herself in small pleasure. Her rampant hormones would take control and she would have reoccurring dreams of Kyle gentle latched on to her breasts and feeding from her. Bonnie would wake from these dreams soaking wet between her monstrous thighs. Desperate for attention and love, almost starving for sexual release. It led to impotent frustration the further along she got in each pregnancy. She was so big now she couldn’t reach possibly hope to reach her sopping wet vagina.

Bonnie took all of this in as she stared at herself and her grotesque pregnant body. She felt salty tears streaming down her face as she wept in a cocoon of complete disgust and fearsome shame. Of all of her freakish maternity, Bonnie’s belly was by far the worst of it. Her parturient belly hung off of her frame, drooping low and painfully swollen with the growing lives inside of her. Her unmanageable and copious mass seemed to dominate every aspect of her physical body. The tightly pulled skin of her belly was a mess of veins and deep angry tiger stripes. Her belly button had popped some time ago but it was at the mercy of the growing mass. It now looked like a golf ball cut in half as it jutted out of her stomach. She was so close to giving birth, you could almost see the outlines of some of the baby’s bodies growing inside her fecundity. There was no possible way a regular woman could physically handle such a nightmarish pregnancy. But “Thankfully” her body had been reshaped and repurposed for this.

As if this wasn’t enough, barely visible under her hulking gravid belly, her sex was abnormally swollen as well. Bonnie’s vagina bulged out between her thighs. She had developed a slight abundance of fat on her pelvic mound giving her a small extra hump under her belly. The increase in blood flow to her nethers resulted in her lips becoming weighty and thick. The closer Bonnie got to giving birth, her pussy would become excessively wet….. and it had only gotten worse with each pregnancy. She could feel her weighty cunt dripping down her hefty thighs as it throbbed for attention. Her clit had grown appallingly large and engorged, practically sticking out of the top of her vagina like a firm little nub. She did her best to avoid it all together when she was this far gone in the pregnancy. The slightest of brushes could set it off and she would lay there helpless and wanting. Like she was nothing more than an emotional, sex starved turtle on its back. The irony wasn’t lost on her. It seemed extra cruel that she was flooded with excessive hormones, starved for physical relief, loving attention and she couldn’t even reach her fat pussy to play with herself. But deep down she knew it was more than that. It was more than just being tremendously horny….. She wanted someone to want her. To feel needed. To be loved and cared for. Instead she felt disgusting. Her self -hatred for her own body felt endless. She felt so alone and scarred. Obese and hideous with pregnancy. She was a prisoner in a body that wasn’t even hers anymore. She was nothing more than an immense mass of fertility and reproduction. She truly was the ultimate baby factory.

All of these horrible thoughts rushed through her head as she stood there crying. The immense weight of the elephantine pregnancy causing her swollen feet and ankles to scream for relief. She let out a loud wail, full of suffering, anger, and despair. Her colossal fecund belly heaving up and down as she bawled. As if on cue, a few of the babies started to respond to the movement and their mothers’ anguish. “guuuuh” She gasped in between tears as they began to move, searching for any extra space in her burdened womb. Kicking and flailing in distress. Her painful milk filled udders began to leak indecently. “I’m a fucking freak!!” she screamed and sobbed.

It was then she heard one of the medical carts bumping against a wall behind her. She turned as fast as her immense expectant body would let her. Standing in the corner of her room was Michael Thompson. Or at least the thing that used to be Michael Thompson was standing there. The sight of him in her room sobered her thoughts instantly. The vast ocean of misery she felt was replaced by something worse. Panic and an almost animalistic sense of danger that seemed to wash over her completely. “Michael” She said sniffling a little from crying so much. “How did you get in my room?”

The simple-minded creature that was once a man stared at her without emotion. He was only wearing loose fitting basketball shorts that hung off his well-defined hips. Bonnie noticed he was not only more muscular but extremely lean. He looked like he was sculpted out of marble. His impressive physique seemed to clash with his baby face. Despite his chiseled Adonis like body, he still looked like he had the face of a young boy. “Michael, where are your friends?” Bonnie asked in a gentle and soothing voice. She had learned that in his current state, Michael responded best to her when she used soft and comforting tones. He clearly recognized her as a maternal figure. Which made perfect sense since she was the mother to his horde of offspring. Michael didn’t respond and simply stared at Bonnie. “Where’s Terry and Ian? I thought you liked it when they come with you to visit me?” She smiled weakly at Michael trying to hold his focus. Terry and Ian were Michael’s handlers. His mental state had deteriorated so badly over the span of her latest pregnancy that they had to accompany Michael everywhere he went in the facility and outside on the island. It had gotten so bad that they had to put that awful electric collar around his neck to try and keep him controlled. “The collar!” Bonnie’s eyes went wide thinking about it. They had given her a control device in case any kind of emergency should happen. Exactly like this. “It’s awful late, big guy.” She said in a measured voice. “The babies and I are very, very sleepy. I bet your awful sleepy too?” As she spoke to him she tried to survey the room just using her eyes. She had to find the control device. It was the only thing that might get her out of this situation. “You wanna go back to your room and cuddle up in your nice big bed Michael?” She saw the control and her heart sank. It was on the bedside table furthest from her, right near the nurse call button on the side of her bed. Michael could grab her before she even stood a chance of getting it. “How fast can I even move now?” she worried. She didn’t have any other options. She kept her eyes locked with Michael’s to try and keep him focused as she slowly took a heavy step towards the bed.

“Why Bonnie cry?” Michael asked. “Oh God- he can’t even form sentences anymore.” Bonnie thought to herself as she slowly slid her other foot forward to cover the distance. She could literally feel her blood pumping painfully through her swollen ankles. “I’m just… a little sad right now. I’ll be ok. I promise.” She said trying to sound reassuring. “Why sad?” Michael asked in …..concern? Curiosity? It was impossible to tell what emotions he was feeling anymore. Bonnie suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of pity for him. Michael was looking at her with sad, puppy dog eyes. For a brief moment she could almost see the man he used to be.

Michael “Mike” Thompson had arrived at the island when she had. She wouldn’t deny that she was more than a little attracted to him when they met. He was tall (most men were compared to Bonnie who only stood 5’4) and had broad shoulders with huge, strong hands. Men’s hands had been a weakness of hers. He must have felt some sort of attraction as well, because he had zeroed in on her and introduced himself. She had not come to the facility with any intentions of meeting someone. In truth she was still too heartbroken over Kyle. As it turned out, Michael was extremely understanding. He had also gone through something very similar when he found out his swimmers were almost non-existent and usually dead on arrival. Bonnie could tell it hurt him deeply, but despite it, he was charming with an incredible sense of humor, devastating sarcasm, and a healthy overdose of goofiness. The pair had become fast friends and wound up supporting each other during all the tests and procedures.

That’s how she ended up in his room after the final operation. They were idly chatting the evening away and talking about their plans once they returned to the real world in a few days. As usual, Michael had her laughing so hard she couldn’t stop herself from snorting. It annoyed her to no end, but Michael thought it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. She suspected he found it terribly cute. He was halfway through telling her a very involved story about breaking his leg in a cheap strip club when she suddenly felt herself cramping in her stomach. The pain was over quickly but she was dumbfounded over what had caused it. She was nowhere near her period. She didn’t have long to think about it, as Michael suddenly stood up from the chair he had pulled up to her bed. He shot up like something had bitten him in the ass and cried out “Fuck!” Before she could ask what was wrong, her whole body started to shake. She felt like an electric current was going through her and she took quick shallow breaths. Without warning, her nipples became erect. Painfully so. “JESUS!” she cried out herself as she started ripping her own top off. The fabric of her bra felt like sandpaper rubbing her raw. As she desperately fumbled with the back of her tormenting bra, she heard Michael moan. “Hot – so fucking hot.” He muttered to himself. Bonnie looked at him and he was sweating profusely. “Something’s wrong” she said as she finally freed her hyper sensitive breasts. Her hands went to her nipples almost on their own. “OOOHHH” she groaned out as she contacted her own flesh. Bonnie clenched her thighs together instinctively as she felt herself suddenly getting wet. It was like every nerve in her body was alive and singing. “what is that?” Michael asked, gaining her attention. “oh-oh my” she stammered looking at him. He stood before her completely nude and sweating. He kept rolling his head around and flexing his arms as his semi-erect penis was on full display. He was about an average size, he didn’t possess a porn star dick or anything, but it was a perfect size for Bonnie. What she preferred in fact. She couldn’t stop licking her lips. Her mouth felt full of saliva. “What is that?” Michael asked looking at her. “What is that smell?” She had no idea what he was talking about. She got on her knees on the bed to look around for whatever Michael was talking about, and she suddenly smelled it herself. A deep, musky scent seemed to permeate the room. She recognized her own smell. She felt almost drugged, like she wasn’t really in the room anymore.

She heard herself say “It’s ok it’s just my – my”

“Your cunt.” Michael said in a deep voice. “I can smell your cunt”

She looked down and was in numb disbelief. When had she gotten out of her yoga pants and her panties? Her inner thighs were soaking in her own juices. She could feel her heartbeat in her pussy. She never felt an aching need like this before. A savage and deep hunger that went through her whole body, emanating from her core. Empty, she thought. It hurts to be this empty. She looked back At Michael as he got on the bed. His cock was visibly throbbing. Dripping glistening pre-cum.

That was the last Thing she could remember from that night. The night she first got pregnant by him. 9 months later she gave painful birth to quads.

“Why sad?” Michael asked again. Bonnie was only a few feet away from her bed. So god damned close to the control button. She wanted to run for it. But there was no way she could physically do it. She was so massive and heavy with pregnancy. She had to fight away the animal like panic inside of her. “I’m just a little uncomfortable Mike.” She said with a nervous smile. She could feel herself sweating again. “I’m just really, really pregnant with the babies.” Michael broke away from Bonnie’s gaze. His eyes began to wander all over her swollen teeming body. “My babies.” He said in a faraway voice. The panic in Bonnie was starting to gain control now. Only a little bit further to her bed. To call for help. “That’s right buddy.” She said as her voice wavered. “They’re going to be here awful soon – “

“Bonnie naked.” Michael said without emotion.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Bonnie took another step forward. Her thighs were on fire from holding herself up. “I’m really tired Michael. I think I better go to sleep.” She could hear Michael start to breathe heavily. “Bonnie tits so big…” She looked toward him and saw that his basketball shorts were moving. She looked down and saw the head of his enormous mutated penis almost at knee level. His cock was starting to strain against his shorts. “Michael, I need to sleep- “she tried to say and suddenly felt hot all over her immense body. She felt her face flush and she tried to control her breathing. “No” She thought “Please, please, please not now. Not like this.” “Bonnie so big” Michael said and peeled his basketball shorts off. “Like Bonnie big” Michael continued “So big…. big with babies “Bonnie wanted to look away but she was a prisoner in her excessive fertile body. Her cunt had needs that she wanted no part of. “Michael, please- I’m going to give birth soon. Please. You don’t want to hurt your babies, do you?” now that it was free, Michael’s mammoth cock began to strain in the air. Bonnie’s swollen crotch started to throb. Her vagina let go of a rush of fluid. She recognized the smell of her own arousal.

Michael started to slowly rub his thick pulsing length. Bonnie started moving her unbearable mass as fast as she could. She felt her own juices falling out of her engorged fat pussy. With each lumbering step it sounded like someone was wringing out a sponge. “Michael, please, please no. I’m too big. You’re too big. You’ll hurt me” His cock throbbed and spat out a thick rope of his seed as he started crossing towards her, full of intent. His testicles were bloated and distended. There was plenty of more cum where that came from. Bonnie knew it from experience. A lot more.

Bonnie couldn’t fight the fear anymore. She started to make a run for it. Her hips roared in protest and she felt herself began to topple over before she even started. She was able to grab her own bed sheets as she desperately reached out for anything to find purchase with. She braced herself for impact when suddenly Michael’s iron like arms were around as much of her that he could actually grab. Even though he had become freakishly strong, he couldn’t stop her cumbersome body from going down. He helped guide her down on her knees as gently as he could. She felt his huge penis rub against her swollen curves as she was lowered. She could smell him and his sweat and felt a puddle forming under her elephantine like ass.

“Love Bonnie” Michael said softly. “No.” Bonnie said as she started to cry again. “You don’t love me Michael.” She looked into his dull eyes. “I’m a fucking monster.” She said as tears began to flow. Michael leaned in and softly kissed her on the forehead. “Love Bonnie.” He said again. “Love babies.” Bonnie was caught off guard by that. Did he understand what was happening? “Michael- “She began and then hissed in pain when his huge hands squeezed her corpulent tits. “Want Bonnie” He said and squeezed harder. Warm milked squirted out of her stinging nipples, causing Bonnie to loudly whine in discomfort. “It hurts!” she cried but it didn’t mean anything to Michael. He just made a growling noise deep in his throat. His sexual appetite was fully behind the wheel. He greedily latched on to one of her aching breasts and began to suck on her dark meaty nipple. Hard. “OOOHHHH STOP!” Bonnie cried out as Michael pushed her slowly on her back on the cold tile floor.

“No, please, Michael no.” She started to beg. He released her nipple from his mouth and looked down at her. Bonnie began to flail on the ground, her enormous stretch marked belly heaving. She whipped her arms around for anything to grab on to. She tried to lift her legs to find purchase on the floor, but the muscles wouldn’t even respond. She was too big to do much of anything at that point. The full weight of her perverted pregnancy held her firmly in place, threatening to crush her. “HELP!” She started to scream. “SOMEONE HELP!!!” She cried harder in her frustration and fear. “PLEASE!!” Michael grabbed one obese thigh and parted her legs as best as he could. “Unngghhh” Bonnie let out as her legs were forced open, her huge hips spasming. Between her legs, she felt like a running river. Her huge clit was almost vibrating. She couldn’t see Michael anymore over her grossly pregnant belly but she could feel him. The head of his engorged cock was right at her slit. “PLEASE, PLEASE, DON’T” She wailed. Then she felt him thrust his length in her enormous swollen vagina. She howled in pain and ecstasy.

He filled her completely. “STOP – I’M TOO FUCKING PREGNANT!!” she cried as his massive rigid penis plunged into her mound up to the hilt. “Ooohh ooohhhh” She let out in desperation. Michael leaned over her obscene maternal swell, lost in pleasure as he wrapped his muscular arms around her belly, reaching for her bloated heaving breasts. Bonnie yelped in pain as his huge hands began to knead and work them again, her turgid nipples squirting warm liquid as he squeezed. “He’s milking me.” She thought as he claimed her again “He’s milking them like udders, while his babies are crushing me.” She was mortified as she heard herself sigh in relief as the awful pressure inside her corpulent tits began to ease off. Michael began thrusting inside her, as the horrible weight continued to collapse down on her insides. She couldn’t get enough air as she felt herself being pulverized. “Can’t – “she huffed in fear “Can’t breathe. Please.” Bonnie in extreme panic began to try and thrust herself onto her side. She swung her arm up in the air and over herself, while she tried to shift her hips over and raise her fleshy leg with the momentum. “Please!” She locked eyes with Michael as she pitifully tried to heave her bulk over. “Side – too big – “she pleaded using what little bit of oxygen she could take in. Michael looked at her with an almost child like curiosity. “Side?” he asked. “Yes -please!” she squeaked as she strained to move herself. Her vision started to go black.

Michael pulled himself out of Bonnie and grabbed her shoulder and her stretch marked hip. He grunted as he slowly rolled her on her side. She filled her lungs as soon as she could and frantically began to lift her head up as her eyes darted around. “Oh god oh god oh god” she said to herself. She was dully aware how hot and sweaty she was. She could feel the sweat collecting between her breasts, her belly slick on the cold tiles. Without warning, her body began to contract in on her as her muscles tensed and her horribly distended stomach went rock hard. She froze in place as she was held captive to the feeling. Bonnie didn’t even notice as Michael grabbed one of her legs and spread her open again. The awful constriction passed and Bonnie was lost to her adrenaline and terror. “NO, NOT NOW” she wailed inside of her head “NOT ON THE FLOOR, GOD, PLEASE, NOT LIKE AN ANIMAL!!” That’s when Michael drove himself in her again. “NO!” She yelled as she rolled her head around looking for any help. “GET OUT!! GET OUT OF ME!!” Bonnie screamed. She felt herself stretch around him and her pussy greedily swallowed his cock. Her fertile cunt took him in readily and with ease. Michael began to drive in and out of her like he was trying to breed her all over again. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!” Bonnie was screaming as her freakish pregnant mass rocked with Michael’s thrusts.

The babies began to move and shift in her over extended womb. She could feel Michael’s cock almost thrumming inside her tender wet folds. “Stooooopppp” she whined as she tried to buck against him for more friction. The babies kicking and pressing against her taut stretch marked flesh. “Too much” She moaned. Bonnie was overcome by the onslaught of sensations. The pressure and need for physical release built and built inside of her. Michael was pouring sweat now as he pumped away like a savage beast. Another contraction gripped her like a vise from the inside. “Pleeeeasssse” she sobbed. It was too much to handle at once. She felt like she was about to explode. Ready to burst with pregnancy and the blissful sexual agony. That’s when Michael reached between her legs and started to play with her huge pulsing clit.

Her orgasm was so intense she began to violently spasm on the floor, her eyes rolling in her head. Every nerve exploded in her system. It was beyond fireworks. It was fucking atomic bombs going off in every fiber of her being.

From somewhere far away she heard herself screaming and roaring in gratification and impotent rage.

She felt more than she heard something pop deep in her belly.

A deluge of warm amniotic fluid gushed out of her as Michael continued to hammer her pregnant cunt. “Getoutgetoutgetout!” she begged as one of the babies seemed to move and shift right on top of her vagina. Another contraction came and the pain was extraordinary. She was unable to move or speak as her body held her hostage. Her pussy squeezed tightly around Michael’s throbbing cock. He groaned and grabbed on to her belly and massive ass as he began to cum. The contraction passed but Bonnie felt Michael spurting length after length of semen in her. She looked up at him and saw him huffing and puffing through gritted teeth as his orgasm rocked his body. “Oh god” she cried and laid her head against the floor, her face puffy and red with huge tears. He just seemed to keep going. More and more of his seed flooding her. Bonnie sobbed in misery and hurt. She was going to give birth on the floor, pushing out the babies covered in her juices and his wretched cum. The despair and humiliation drowned her soul.

Her mind started to float away. Another contraction as Michael finally pulled out of her. She didn’t even try to move, just groaned through it with her face resting on the tiled floor. The door to her room burst open and there was a sudden storm of movement, yelling, and confusion. Bonnie was somewhere else. Wrapped in Kyle’s arms in bed. Safe. Secure. Loved. She barely registered all of the shouting around her.

“Get him off of her!”

“How did he get in?!?”

“Hold him down, don’t let him –“

“I’M FUCKING TRYING”

“Oh God, she’s in labor!”

“ Bonnie, Bonnie, can you hear me?”

“We need to clean this up, quick!”

“HE’S GETTING AWAY!!”

Bonnie felt the first baby getting in position, ready to descend through her birth canal. The pain was acute and extreme. She had felt it many, many times before. She gritted her teeth. Kyle was telling her how he wanted a family. He wanted to make her a mommy. She smiled weakly. She would have to start pushing soon, she thought exhausted. She started to shiver. Her body was cold with sweat.

Suddenly there was a warm gentle hand on her shoulder. Dr. Stern appeared as he knelt down beside her. “I am so, so sorry Bonnie.” He said. His eyes were glassy and wet. The sight of her like this pained him on a deep, deep fundamental level. “Hurts” Bonnie croaked. She had screamed herself horse. “I know. I know.” Dr. Sterns said with true empathy. Another contraction set off. She weakly mewled in pain. “Bonnie, the babies are coming too fast. We have to – “Bonnie locked eyes with him as her lips quivered.

“Please” She said. “You have to make it stop.” Dr. Stern took Bonnie’s hand in his. “Please, just make it stop.”

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//vent

i hhhhate how many things just keep going wrong in my LIFE like PLEASEEEE

everyone piles up on me all at the same time and i'm never mad about what i actually should be mad about i get mad about the things that shouldn't matter as much as they do like my microphone not being perfect or my headphones only liking one port on my laptop.

im just so tired of being angry all the time and idk maybe im trying to project it onto mediocre things so the big things can be dealt with and not snapped about but i snap about the little things that it's not even worth snapping over and im just. im tired

i almost started crying because my expensive headphones and my expensive microphone don't work or sound the way i want them to and it's just upsetting me so much. and it's not even a big deal because yknow what? so what! fucking sell the shit and get better shit! what's the issue with that? oh is ir because you're an egotistical little bitch who believes they're above selling things to get better things? fucking hell.

not to mention what im really frustrated about are people and school and i don't want to be upset about either of those things but i cant stop being angry abt them and it's like fuck just shut UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

i try to make myself feel better and it gets worse and it makes me angrier and i think hanging out with people will help because it gets me out of my self depreciating moods but it serves to turn those negative emotions into different negative emotions that i bottle up because it's not appropriate to deal with them the way i feel i need to and it's just UGH

i just want people to shut the fuck UP your voices grind on my gears and remind me of horrible times in my life and you talk about your life that you barely have because of how fucking chronically online you are and you boast about all your fucking mental illnesses but it doesn't give you an excuse to not be courteous to others. ok yeah sure you're autistic well so am i and i'm still a nice fucking person. i cant even get a word in because you fucking assholes keep talking about things that make me want to die and if i speak up about it your ass pins any type of hatred you can on me. i don't fucking CARE what mental illnesses you have or what religion you follow or what color your fucking skin is i don't give a flying fuck about those things. what i fucking care about is keeping myself stable and safe and i cant do that when you accuse me of hatred for SETTING A BOUNDARY. i am SCARED to speak up for myself because the second i do i am attacked and i KNOW you would do the same thing.

like if you join a vc full of people in a completely separate server who aren't a part of your other servers or anything like that, should you really just be talking about what happened in your other vc? it's just the two of you talking. it's like you're fucking debriefing and the rest of us, or at least i, don't want to fucking hear it. i don't want to hear about how loud and chaotic and overwhelming the vc was. i don't want to hear about what scandal happened in the massive pool of voices you can barely discern. i don't want to hear about what game you played because it's always the same and it always reminds me of the worst, lowest point in my life and you just keep fucking talking. you keep going and going and going and you don't stop and let other people talk.

god and your fucking dni and shit are so specific like i hate to say this but fucking grow up. get a therapist and learn how to deal with your shit, because you can't get mad at someone for existing in their own space that you invade. god fucking forbid i like listening to melanie martinez and hollywood undead. oh no, i'm so sorry, do my choices that don't affect you traumatize you and now you have a new alter in your 500+ system? grow the fuck up. MY music choice shouldn't affect YOUR BRAIN. my BOUNDARIES about certain games and topics shouldn't affect YOUR LIFE.

like be so fucking for real right now. be SO fucking for real. if you have a problem with someone or something, fucking block them. that's the beauty of the fucking internet. if you have such a problem with those things don't hide it in your little carrd with all the other bullshit you hate, deal with it like the rest of us and get some fucking therapy. you need to learn healthier coping mechanisms rather than relying on other people to bend to your life. fuck off.

#s_vent #this one's heavy #i'm pissed frfr

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casspurrjoybell-19 · 11 months

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CLAIMED - Chapter 15

*Warning: Adult Content*

"I should have known that all of this was just a ploy for you to get your slimy little hands in my pants," Beta Jaxson Ortiz shouted, pressure rising in his chest as he stared daggers at the large man who sat in front of him on the bed.

There were many other emotions swirling around in Jaxson’s chest that were, as usual, basically impossible for him to decipher, however he was able to discern at least one among the chaos.

Anger.

The emotion surged inside of him unexpectedly, like someone stomped on the flickering ember that once was the pleasant feeling of contentment that he began to feel with his Mate yesterday, when they were wrapped up tight in each other's arms in the middle of the woods.

"Fuck this, go find some dumb twink that's willing to play your games because I sure as hell won't," he said, hastily going to stand and leave the room, however as soon as he moved to do so, a large and devastatingly familiar, hand wrapped tenderly around his left wrist.

His touch, although incredibly gentle and simple, sent a massive ripple of sparks up his fingertips, across his muscle fibers and straight into the sensitive base of his spine, immediately halting his movements.

Ever since the tumultuous events of the day prior, Head Warrior Corey Cahill's touch had been affecting Jaxson differently.

Although it still sent tingles along the surface of his skin, the feeling had seemingly amplified tenfold over the past twenty-four hours that they'd spent together, the Betta’s heartbeat quickening exponentially each and every time they made even the slightest of contact.

Jaxson felt somewhat raw and vulnerable when they weren't touching.

It was almost as if Corey’s presence was the final piece of him that he needed to function, filling a void that he had gotten all too used to compensating for by himself.

He would be lying if he said it was anything short of fucking terrifying but that anxious feeling was quelled as he was somewhat comforted by the calming sensation that traveled across every synapse in his body.

After a few moments, his nervous system never failed to become overwhelmed with all that was Corey.

There was no denying their connection at this point, Jaxson had at least accepted that much.

But that didn't mean he was going to just roll over and become some little obedient bitch.

"Jaxson, please. Do not leave. That was not my intention at all," Corey breathed, his words laced with the same undertone of sincerity that they always carried.

His velvety, deep voice made tiny butterflies erupt in Jaxson’s stomach and his Wolf, Luka A.K.A. The Little Slut whined wantonly in the back of his mind.

He could feel his Mate's eyes on him as he glared at the wall, clicking his jaw back and forth and using every living ounce of his strength to keep his signature word vomit from tumbling out like it always does, making him say something that he was sure to regret later.

he was trying his best to drop that bad habit.

‘That's character development, people.’

Surprisingly, after a few deep breaths and a couple more moments of allowing the tingles that sparked between he and Corey to calm his impulsive urges, Jaxson finally turned to face his Mate.

With a silent nod of his head, the Crescent Moon Pack Beta acquiescently gave his permission for his Warrior Mate to continue explaining just what the fuck he meant by what he had suggested a few minutes prior.

Corey's face immediately softened when Jaxson’s finally met his eyes and he noticed the corners of his Mate’s lips turn up in the ghost of a smile, an expression that the Beta was getting increasingly more used to seeing in the past day they'd spent together.

Corey very slowly released his Mate’s wrist as if he were attempting to tame an wild animal that had the potential to run off at any moment and when he did Jaxson immediately found himself missing the comfort of his Lover’s touch.

‘I swear, I was turning more and more into a God-damn flaming homosexual with every passing second. I may as well raid Berlin's sparkly ass closet and start wearing booty shorts and crop tops.’

"I apologize, I should have thoroughly explained what I meant first," Corey continued as Jaxson reluctantly settled back onto the bed.

He crossed his arms firmly in order to assert the fact that he was definitely still pissed, however he couldn't resist inconspicuously touching the tip his knee to his, secretly savoring the rush of tingles that surged between them.

Corey glanced down at the small booklet that laid between their crossed legs with a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he attempted to somehow explain its contents.

Admittedly, Jaxson was slightly curious as to what explanation he was going to provide, given the fact that the cover of the booklet read none other than 'BDSM for Beginners'.

‘Yeah, I was just as surprised as you are. Dead-ass.’

"Engaging in BDSM is not necessarily about sex but rather trust above anything else," Corey began, his eyes raising back up to meet mine as he spoke. "In some cases, it is even used as a form of therapy. You said that you enjoy submitting..." he spoke the last word delicately, as if Jaxson would break if he said it too harshly. "Although you still have conflicting feelings about it. It's a common misconception that the submissive partner in a relationship doesn't possess the control, when in actuality they hold most, if not all, of it."

‘Is that really true?’

Jaxson wondered, nibbling on the heavily chewed up corner of his lip in contemplation as he attempted to reason through Corey’s foreign words.

Before he could inquire further however, his attention was re-captured by the Warrior that sat before him as he finished his thought.

"Jax, listen. I know that we still have a long way to go until you will be fully comfortable with our relationship. I also know there are many things about your past that you still have yet to tell me and I would never pressure you to do so until you definitively choose that you are ready," Corey paused, giving Jaxson a moment to digest his words before continuing. “We don't have to do any of this if you are uncomfortable with it but my hope is that I can help you realize that your desires are not wrong. Additionally, if you are able to first trust me with your body, I hope that one day..." he paused again and Jaxson blinked wordlessly as he cautiously slipped his hand into his, slowly intertwining their fingers and giving them a small squeeze as if to emphasize his words. "You may give me the honor of also trusting me with your heart."

The heart in question immediately began to flop around helplessly in his chest, and a spark of contentment roared back to life at the cumulative impact of Corey's thoughtful words and the feeling of his fingers against his.

Jaxson had to squeeze his free hand into a tight fist, digging his fingernails into his palm as a reminder that he was even supposed to still be angry at the man in the first place.

‘I mean, how could I be angry when he'd just given a perfectly reasonable and not to mention ridiculously compassionate, explanation for what I had just been dramatically fuming about moments prior? I definitely needed to add 'not jumping to conclusions' to my seemingly endless list of skills to work on.’

Keeping his head down and staring daggers at the dinky little pamphlet that laid between their crossed legs, Jaxson chewed down harder on his already abused bottom lip.

Meanwhile, Corey waited, patiently as always, for his response, his thumb leaving a comforting path of sparks along the side of Jaxson’s hand where it rubbed across his skin.

So many thoughts were echoing around in the Beta’s brain at that moment, although one particularly stood out among the rest.

‘How could the submissive have the control? I pondered. It went against everything I had ever been taught. The lessons that were beaten into me, engrained into every broken bone and inescapable even in my dreams were a constant reminder that sub-missives are always weak and powerless and a weak and powerless Beta is useless....Right?’

Jaxson’s palms began to sweat at the amount of anxiety-producing cognitive dissonance that stirred up from the deepest, most nefarious depths of his being, his vision distorting slightly as he felt the onsets of an all too familiar panic attack setting in.

"Jax, look at me," Corey instructed firmly, immediately noticing his Mate’s silent struggle.

His free hand slid up to softly cup Jaxson’s cheek, tilting his head up so that his lover had nowhere else to look but straight up and into his warm brown eyes.

To others, they may have looked devoid of any feelings at all but Jaxson now knew better.

Now, he could see the delicate emotions that intertwined in an intricate dance behind his seemingly empty facade.

"You are safe with me. You are always safe with me," he whispered reassuringly, squeezing Jaxson’s hand gently before pulling it up to rest his palm against the center of his chest. "We need to slow down your breathing. So when I breathe in, you breathe in too, okay?"

Jaxson could only nod at his words, as he felt that he might just burst into tears if he even attempted to form a semi-coherent response.

Corey's firm gaze kept him tethered to the earth as he felt his chest slowly rise and fall underneath his palm and Jaxson began trying his best to follow to his Mate’s instructions and mimic his movements.

It took a few good minutes for him to get it right but with Corey's guidance and a shit-ton of focus that Jaxson didn't even know his swiss cheese brain had the capacity for, he was eventually able to re-stabilize myself.

For the first time in his life, Ihed somehow managed to avoid falling into a panic attack.

"Great job, you did so well," Corey smoothly stated when Jaxson’s breath returned to normal, that subtle ghost of a smile that he had come to adore gracing his lover’s lips once again as he stared down at him.

Jaxson couldn't help it as his body suddenly lurched forward, leaning in close as his eyes widened at the unexpected praise.

‘I wanted to hear it again. I needed to hear it again. And again and again.’

"Say it again. Tell me I did well," Jaxson instantly demanded, his voice coming out at a ridiculously embarrassing timbre that could only be classified as a whine. "Tell me you're proud of me. Please."

Corey didn't skip a beat as he wrapped a thick arm around Jaxson’s waist, effortlessly pulling his Mate’s body across the rest of the short distance that sat between them on the bed.

Any residual anger that the Beta previously held was long forgotten and he felt as if he might spontaneously combust as he waited the few seconds that it took for Corey to fulfill Jaxson’s desperate request.

“I am so proud of you, Jaxson. You did so well."

Jaxson’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head with the amount of pleasure that Corey’s simple words brought him.

He closed them instead, subconsciously leaning into his Mate’s warm chest as he also savored the consoling vibrations that rumbled through it as Corey spoke in that ridiculously deep voice of his.

The whole world outside of them seemed to fade to insignificance around Jaxson, the only thing that mattered being that Corey thought that he had done well.

"Again," Jaxson repeated, his voice was barely a whisper but he knew that Corey would hear him.

"You are such a good boy, Jaxson. My good boy."

Another surge of pleasure shocked it’s way through his system as Corey praised him again and Jaxson couldn't help put squirm a little in his spot.

Luckily, the onslaught of tingles that were provided as he pressed himself firmly against his chest helped calm him enough to not embarrass himself with another pathetic ass whine.

Jaxson turned his face further into Corey’s chest in an effort to hide the giddy smile that pulled at his lips as he repeated his words over and over in his head like a broken record.

‘I'm his good boy. Oh Goddess, I want it so much. I want Corey. I want us.’

Jaxson took a few more deep breaths in the same manner that Corey taught him minutes prior, his scent making his brain feel slightly hazy but also reinforcing the importance of his next decision.

No matter how hard it was going to be, if he wanted them to work, he knew that he was going to have to trust Corey.

After all, they did already pinkie promise and those are unbreakable.

"I still think you're just using this as an excuse to cover up the fact that you are an undercover kinky pervert," Jaxson joked, unable to wipe the giddy smile from his face as he reluctantly untangled himself from the warm cage of Corey's large body.

Jaxson met his Mate’s eyes as he continued, wanting to make sure Corey took every next word of what he was about to say seriously.

"Fine... but I still need you to explain more about this because it's all new to me and honestly it's... a bit daunting," he admitted, taking yet another deep breath to steel his resolve, "but I said I would trust you... so guess we can try it out. I'll be your submissive."

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NEVER SPLIT THE PARTY: THE ADVENTURES OF THE CREEPING BAM, BOOK TWO: ONE COLD TRAIL - CHAPTER 28

If you’re new to the story, please go check out Book 1 first …

Book 2 Chapter 1 is here …

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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: ART

Fuck, this shit’s going south fast. I don’t even bother to stand as I just throw myself forward, diving headfirst through the gap between the closest balustrades. I twist in the air as I start to drop, and I roll forward as my feet hit the ground, taking the jolt out of the landing before the momentum can snap my ankles. I’m already drawing my new sword as I start to come up on the other side of it, and I start dashing forward immediately, slipping the corresponding long knife out as I close the distance on one of the newest arrivals.

Through the corner of my eyes and the edges of my awareness I take in what’s going on around me – Kesla’s still battling away with that creepy pale bitch, the one I imagine to be Vandryss, the one we been seeking. She’s good, clearly, Kesla’s keeping up with her but I can see she’s using every trick she can think of to keep from getting overwhelmed. Seeing that’s almost enough to make me break off my intended attack and rush to her aid, but I know if I do there’s a danger we could be overwhelmed by this sudden influx of new enemies.

Gael’s jumped into the fray, I see, setting about with her staff, and I just catch sight of her whipping the feet out from under one of ‘em as I go in for my own attack. Motion on the other side causes me inward alarm, but I realise it’s Dumoli joining the fight, swinging his massive hammer while charging in with a great bellow. Thel’s close on his heels, her battleaxe clutched low but ready as she runs, and there’s a look of pure murder in her eyes.

My intended target registers what’s coming in the final moments and they turn to intercept me, their shortsword already out as they’re trying to palm a handaxe free from their belt. They give up as I close in and take a stab at me instead, but I duck aside and swing my knife at the same moment to turn their sword aside, and they’re still trying to recover, eyes going wide, when I ram three quarters of Shay’s former longsword through their chest. I extend as far as I can on the lunge and they buckle with it, so when I whip it back quick to withdraw the blade again they’re already falling.

Ain’t the first time I used my new sword in anger, it already served me well yesterday in the Round, but I’m only now starting to really appreciate this weapon’s superior killing power compared to my old one, before it was broken. It’s got four inches more reach than that blade, and while it’s also heavier it’s not much more of a handful, I’ve taken great care to adjust to it in the weeks since Shay gave it to me to replace my old one. It’s still a light, slender blade, ideal for swift cut-and-thrust such as I been trained for, and it hasn’t taken me long to perfect its use. In a way it’s actually better than my old sword …

As they crumple I round on my next opponent, who I realise has already sensed the threat and they’re pre-emptively coming at me. I jump aside so the downward swing of their handaxe misses me by bare inches, and as I spin past them I sweep my sword across, aiming for their neck. They dodge in time and my blade whips harmlessly over their head, but their movement is desperate enough they don’t have a chance to attack me before I finish my recovery. Instead they jump back two big steps and hunker low, their shortsword held out in front of them to dissuade me from making another attack too soon. A cannier fighter than the last then.

Taking a breath, I look ‘em over, keeping my blades held out at my sides as I weigh the options. I get the feeling they’re doing the same, dark eyes studying me the best they can in the dim light. They’re about of a size with me, lean and wiry, and I suspect they’re good and flexible too, but they’re human … might be enough, that. I cock my head as I look out from under my hood, and while they follow the motion they don’t quite meet my eyes. They can’t see me any better than Kesla’d be able to without her fancy goggles …

So I feint right, and they react to the movement, so I know I got ‘em as I twist at the last while I whip my sword up, and splash the water that’s been accumulating on my previously flat, still blade into their eyes. They hiss as they stumble back, and while they’re not exactly blinded I don’t need more than a split-second’s distraction right now. I sweep in on their blindside as they shake their head, and by the time they’ve blinked their eyes clear enough they’re too late realising I already got ‘em because I’m ramming a full foot of steel up under their arm. They stiffen instantly, drawn up to their full height for a moment even as their legs give out and they start to topple sideways, and I’m already whipping the blade away after a little twist to open the wound a little more. Dancing away on fleet feet.

Another portal seems to open from outta nowhere over the other end of the courtyard, and this time it’s to a dozen of them all drop out at once, all already drawn when their feet touch down. Shit! What was that Gael said about it probably not being a warlock this time? Then a great hulking shape lumbers past me, already dropping to all fours as they start to charge at the group while they’re still orienting themselves, and people throw themselves out the way best they can to avoid getting trampled as Big Man goes for the newcomers. The ones lucky enough to spot him coming scatter the best they can, shouting a warning to the rest, but those who aren’t quick enough just start screaming, only to stop quick enough again once he starts laying into ‘em … fuck, this is turning into chaos already.

Then I catch another momentary flash upstairs, somewhere in the right hand corner back towards the front entrance, and I realise another portal’s opened up there too. More coming. Damn it, whoever that wizard is, she’s more on the ball than we expected. Is she here? Or is she just directing all this remotely? I cast about while I still have an opportunity, but between the rain, the foliage and the sheer chaos going on around me I can’t tell much of anything.

Another hood seems to get themselves together enough to see me close by and I’m barely quick enough to react as they charge me, so their longsword misses me by an inch as I skip aside. They’re a good deal bigger than me, a lot more solid, and I see amber eyes starting to darken to red under their hood so I realise this one’s another half-orc. Okay, he’s definitely got me way outmatched in strength, so I better be faster instead.

He recovers quickly from the near miss and I’m still righting myself as he turns again. He tightens, low, sword gripped in both hands and cocked up towards me as he squares his shoulders, taking a breath. I edge back a step and extend my sword arm, pointing to his face in a cautious, ready ward, and set my jaw as I breathe in through my nose. He blinks, quick, and I lunge as I see his eyelids shift. He moves as I do, turning my sword aside as I charge.

If I’d intended to hit him with that thrust he might’ve fouled me, but instead I flick my sword as he turns it and instead I catch him across the back of his right hand as I’m dancing past him. He snarls a curse and pulls away as if he can escape the pain, but that simply opens him up for a split, which is all I need to pull in close on his side. I take a risk and my boldness barely rewards me so I can ram the length of my long knife through the side of his hood.

It's not a perfect target, if I wanted to puncture his throat like I prefer I’d run a good chance of missing since I can’t make it out through the wet black wool of his hood, so instead I aim for what would be the centre of that mass, hoping I don’t foul the blade on their thick jawbone. Instead I meet the barest resistance past the hood, something that pops and gives way easy enough, so I just jammed the knife through his ear. He lets out a winded rattling sound as I keep pushing and there’s a moment of greater resistance before I manage to shove it the rest of the way through to the hilt, which I suspect is the skull on the other side yielding to my strength … I can’t help shuddering as he just starts to sag, that weird, discomfiting death rattle wheezing out as I yank the blade free again and the body just drops, and I realise that’s a sound’s gonna be with me for a while.

For that long moment I’m so focused that I almost miss another one rushing me on my left, I’m starting to react when they suddenly go flying at a completely oblique angle as a flash of something bright blue strikes ‘em in the side. They tumble through the air like a ragdoll and I almost go down as I wheel round, half of me wondering what the hell just happened while the rest realises I almost got killed. Then Gael comes running up as the crystal in the tip of their staff blinks out dull again, and I make the connection. Their look is a mixture of stricken panic and dawning relief.

“Art, you idiot! Get it together!”

“It’s a bit fucking crazy out here right now, ain’t you noticed? That’s kind of a tall order!” I don’t mean to snap so hard, but I doubt they even notice. “And thank you. Of course.”

“What the hell are we doing?” They’re gripping their staff tight in both hands, holding it close to their breast as they cast about, looking at the shambled excuse for a skirmish that’s unfolding around us. “Do we even have a plan now?”

“Gods, I don’t fucking know …” I see Kesla still locked in mortal combat with Vandryss, the two of them currently prowling in a circle around each other, swords held low and very ready, seeking out an advantage or rethinking their tactics, I really have no idea. In truth I’m amazed they’ve fought this long without one of them gaining the upper hand, they’re clearly so well matched.

Tulen’s fighting with a sword, which takes me a little by surprise. As I watch her she cuts one of the shadows converging on her down with an impressive sidestroke that has them stumbling back as they fight to keep their guts from spilling out. Then she rounds on another as they try to press an advantage while they think her distracted, parrying the stroke of their lunging shortsword before ducking under the reactive hack of their offhand axe and cutting them upwards from the side. I find myself straightening up as I watch her move, it’s incredible to watch. “Bloody hell …”

“What … oh, yes, well Tulen always was a lot better at that stuff than I was in the Academy.”

Blinking at her words, I tear my attention off her and look the other way, spotting Thel and Dumoli fighting back to back as another half dozen hoods attempt to swarm them. He’s smashing them down as soon as they get close, though, the way he swings that hammer almost makes it seem like he’s just holding on and letting momentum do its work but somehow he’s managing to keep his feet planted while he does it. Thel, meanwhile, cuts two down at once with three impossibly deft moves that actually make my jaw drop, then locks up with a third before simply pushing them back and swinging her battleaxe overhead as they stumble back. The blade catches ‘em right between the eyes while they fight to right themselves.

“Okay, so … what do you wanna do, then?” I venture after a moment.

“Well I … I don’t … um …” They cast about again, still seeming rattled. I can’t blame ‘em, there’s too much going on at once in here.

Another two come charging towards us and I push Gael aside before they’re impaled on the outstretched longsword, which I batter down hard with my long knife before jamming the sword through the front of the attacker’s throat before they can check their momentum. They stumble immediately and I try to pull the sword free but it’s stuck a little too tight and their feet suddenly start to skid out from under them on the soaked turf, and as they go down it wrenches my wrist hard. I choke back a yell as I’m forced to let go of the sword before it breaks my arm, and then the one behind ‘em closes the gap too fast and I realise I’m gonna get run through before I can recover enough to counter …

Then something slams into their back a little before they reach me and they twist awkwardly, fumbling their shortsword but at least retaining their axe as they stumble, and I don’t try anything fancy, I just roll aside. As I come up I twist, swapping my knife to my stronger hand as I turn to fight, only to see my would-be attacker skid down to one knee as they try to reach for the arrow sunk deep in the middle of their back with their empty right hand. Realising I got a moment spare to breathe I turn to the balcony again in time to see someone jump down from it, recognising Shay as she tosses Kesla’s bow aside in mid-air, already going for her sword as she lands and drops into a roll.

She ain’t alone either, more figures are jumping down behind her, black-clad all – five, no six … no, seven, although the last one crumbles before they can quite make the leap and instead they just fall over the railing, dropping limp over the side with two arrows through them. Shay saved my life before making her escape, but now she’s about to be surrounded again. Shit …

Wanting to end this fast, I step up to the fumbling hood as they try in vain to pull the arrow from their back, and before they quite realise what I’m doing I yank back their hood and cut their throat. As they look up at me while their hands go to try and stem the dark gush of red from the great gash, I realise they’re just a boy, human, downy blond attempt at a beard only visible because of the wet. Bright blue eyes that can’t quite focus in the gloom somehow still manage to find mine for a moment as they start to collapse, and I gotta look away when I realise the poor bastard’s even younger than I am.

“I won’t thank you for that one, you daft oaf.” Gael growls with clear annoyance, and I can see they’re somewhat muddied now, hefting their staff with white knuckles as they join me again. “That hurt.”

“Not half so much as a sword through the guts would’ve.” I growl right back, not in the mood for placation right now. I see more movement behind them now … no, not movement, it’s a flicker of something, but something less seen than not seen, and I recognise one of those weird portal spells opening and closing now. As two more new arrivals come into focus through the driving rain.

One’s a tall, slender figure in a long robe and deep hood, with an even taller, slightly twisted staff in one hand. A woman, and my mind immediately says mage, which means this is the hedge wizard, or Order stray, or warlock, whatever. The one we’ve been hearing about. Whoever she is, she sways for a moment, taking up a two-handed grip on her staff to steady herself as she wobbles after the landing, and the reason behind it makes sense to me immediately. She was clearly carrying quite a load with her on that jump.

Granzun is as intimidating a sight as I remember, maybe a little more scarred up but this just seems to add to his potency now. He’s as big and scary as I remember, certainly, almost as broad across the shoulders as he is tall, although it’s more down to the way he holds himself. He’s traded out his Guild suit, but the suit he wears now is no less impressive, a little more stylish but the same kind of well-fitted thick black leather plate, with his short cloak and hood sewn right into the shoulder-pieces. The little plaited beard’s new too, but I’m not too surprised seeing it, he always did have an inflated opinion of his own style.

His sword may be lost now, but he’s certainly made up for it with more well-made steel that’s clearly come from his own personal collection. The battleaxe is new, heavy enough that most would need two hands for it but he hefts it comfortably just in his right, while he’s carrying a nasty looking mace in his left. It’s thick and heavy, the dark steel head bristling with big spikes, and I know full well that despite its crude appearance he can wield it deft as a sword, although it’ll do far uglier damage if he hits anyone with it …

“Shit …” I mutter under my breath but Gael picks up on it all the same, turning to follow my gaze. Her eyes widen, but less with shock than a certain dread recognition.

“Oh … that’s the orc.” She gives me a quick sidelong glance. “So … is that you friend?”

“Ain’t sure I can call ‘im that anymore.” I look round at the rest of … well, everything that’s going on right now, hoping for some kinda backup, but everybody’s busy right now. Damn it … this is down to us, then. Except … “Gael, I want you to go help Shay, yeah?”

“What?” They look at me like I’m crazy, and I don’t I blame ‘em. “Art, there’s no way I’m just backing off from this. That’s a Silver Order wizard over there, at least after a fashion, what are you going to do to her? I have to deal with her myself.”

“That big bastard ain’t gonna let you get close enough to try anything, Gael.” I try to fix her with the hardest stare I can, but it don’t feel any more convincing than I suspect it looks. “That’s a fight you won’t be able to win. And I don’t wanna see you get hurt. Not again.”

Gael just blinks at that, I suspect I managed to stump ‘em for a moment. I really should just break and make a charge for Gran and the wizard now, while I got ‘em flummoxed, but I can’t bring myself to leave as their expression starts to soften. They reach out, hesitant, bringing their hand close to my face, but stopping short. “Oh, Art … I …” Then their eyes lift, widening as they look past me to the new arrivals, and I turn fast to catch what they’re seeing.

The wizard raises both hands, staff held high in one, the crystal screwed into the top of it glowing such a bright white that everything around her’s lit starker than midday. I can almost make out a face under that deep hood now, ‘least enough to catch her lips moving as she says … something, I don’t hear anything but I feel it pass all the same, recognising it’s a spell the same time she throws her free hand forward towards the other end of the courtyard, and something seems to pass us by, something I can’t see. It’s heavy, though, suddenly we’re buffeted by what feels like a mighty wind and the grass in the path of this unseen force is torn aside in a great swathe. Right up to Driver 8.

Who’s hurled clean through the fucking AIR like he’s caught a speeding boulder from a trebuchet right in the chest. The force strikes him so hard I actually see it, like some massive bubble just bursts around him and all the rain that was falling around him just blasts off in all directions at once. I don’t see it actually inflict any damage on him, I suspect it’d take a whole lot more to so much as scratch that insane armour he’s essentially made of, but he still folds up as the force of … whatever it is hits him and he whips off like a tossed stone. For a blink he spins through the air, then he hits the front wall of the building and the ancient brick and mortar are no match for what’s hitting them as he leaves a fifteen foot hole in it. Not to mention a great cloud of dust that even this much rain can’t disperse.

“Fuck me, what …” All I can do is look at that hole in blatant shock, watching broken pieces of brick and shattered mortar fall away. The rational part of me’s partly just impressed the wall’s still standing after that, but mostly I’m just wondering exactly what that could actually have done to Big Man. I saw how fast and hard he was flying – even after hitting that wall I doubt he got slowed down much, he must have kept on flying a lot further than that …

“Down!” Hands shove me off my feet and I’m still so surprised I don’t even think about fighting it as I’m tossed to the ground. Something hot and bright sizzles over my head an instant later in the same moment that a fairly modest weight lands on top of me, and I feel ever one of my hairs suddenly stand up while it’s blazing over us. An instant later there’s a thunderclap and another, more localised bright flash as something explodes near the entrance, and then the air down there is full of splintering wood and fire that’s quickly snuffed in the rain. The weight shifts a beat after and I recognise Gael as much by their smell as anything else as they push off me, but keep crouched as low as they dare. “Stay down!” they hiss at me now, tone lower but still urgent.

I do as I’m told, only moving me head now as I turn it enough to look back in the direction of the wizard, the clear source of whatever the fuck that was. Gran’s still waiting at her side, and I get the impression now that he might actually only be here to protect her, make sure nobody else makes a play for her. So … that’s interesting. Might be something to that …

“Minerva …” Gael mutters as they peel off their gloves, stuffing ‘em in the first pocket they can find. “Mad bitch, using lightning in this kind of weather.”

Another flash somewhere off to the west lights everything up blinding for a moment and the thunderclap sounds almost right after, and I see the wizard lifting her staff again as the crystal starts to flare. Okay … “Gael, she’s doing something –”

“I see it.” they mutter as they spit across one hand and rubs ‘em together, their staff now stuck up in the turf. They weave out another sigil, fingers dancing fast, and it must be completed at the same time the wizard fires another lightning bolt at us because Gael pushes both hands through the sigil and then spreads them out wide. That same weird, translucent amber dome starts to spread out in front of us as she does it, and it forms just in time to catch the bolt.

The impact is loud as any of the thunderclaps that preceded it, and for a moment I almost think we’re both dead anyway, the heat is awesome and I almost bury my head under my arms. Only my curiosity stops me as I watch the bolt smash apart and crackle across the face of the dome, several new arcs lancing off and blasting in various different directions, most exploding with similar force when they strike whatever winds up in the way.

One of the hoods is unlucky enough to be in the way of one of these rogue branches, and for a moment I see him dance through the air, jerking with spasms as whatever this terrible, hot force is runs right through him. I never really understood lightning, or this strange scientific stuff I’ve heard rumours of called … I dunno, eclectic? All I do know is this stuff does spectacular amounts of damage to whatever it meets. Even so, when he seems to just … burst a moment or so later, like he’s just turned into a great cloud of gritty dust, that’s a little more than I really expected.

“Fuck …” I can’t help muttering it under my breath seeing it.

Gael lets out a winded grunt and I see them starting to waver just a little, but they’re gritting their teeth as they keep the dome up, and then the wizard cuts the bolt and they drop it at right after, sagging a little as the strain’s taken off. I scramble up now, putting my shoulder to their back to push them upright as I realise I’m somehow still holding my blades, and they shake their hands violently as if they’ve just been burned.

“Damn it … guess we gotta deal with this shit instead, then.”

“Didn’t you say the orc would –”

“Just port straight to the wizard soon as you’re clear. I’ll deal with Granzun.” I can’t keep the bitterness from my voice, and Gael turns to me now as they retrieve their staff, looking me in the eye, suddenly a good deal more concerned.

“What are you –”

I don’t give ‘em a chance to stop me, just walking forward with purpose as I shove the hood back from my head with the pommel of my knife. “GRANZUN!!! THAT YOU, YOU UGLY FUCKING CUNT?!!!”

Even in the relative dim and driving rain, my eyes are sharp enough I can make out those amber eyes clear enough as they turn my way, narrowing immediately. A frown creases his heavy, shelf-like brow as I approach, spreading my hands wide and my blades with ‘em, keeping my eyes locked on his now even though there’s so much going on around us. It takes a moment, but when recognition hits his eyes widen again and he straightens up a bit, taking a hesitant step forward before checking himself.

“Art?” I barely hear his mutter, but I got good ears. He steps back again, and now he’s almost shook. “It … can’t be … what the fuck are you doin’ here?”

“These are my friends, Gran! I want you to fuck off an’ leave ‘em alone!”

“What are you …” His face hardens now, shoulders tightening as he starts to lumber forward, still moving slowly, seeming unsure of himself but starting to resolve now. “I can’t do that. This ain’t your business, Art!”

“Fuck you it ain’t my business! I told you, these are my friends!! You need to leave here now, before it costs you!” I quicken my step, starting to tense up as I do it, and I tighten my grip on both my blades as I move.

Granzun doesn’t answer me this time, he just squares his shoulders and starts to rush me, his face tightening into a snarl as he lets out a clipped, controlled bellow. I simply break into a full run too as my answer.

We didn’t used to spar much, back in the day. Given how very different we both were in physicality, even when we were still growing, his sheer size always made it impossible for me to ever meet him on an equal footing in a fair fight. The first time we tried it he came close to killing me, it was only by virtue of my own speed and the careful watchfulness of our teachers that I escaped getting killed. After that, on the few occasions we ever matched up again I always tried to fight his unstoppable brawn through my own agility and quick thinking, and even then most of the time we’d come to an uncomfortable stalemate with no satisfied victor. I never really worked out the key to beating him, because while he’s powerful as his massive bulk suggests, he’s got impressive speed and he knows how to move, partly through the intense drilling of our teachers but mostly down to natural talent. But he never quite got a handle on my speed either, or the fact I could just move in ways he could never dream of doing.

Once I’m in range he doesn’t bother trying anything fancy, he just winds up the mace good and fast and brings it down with terrifying speed and so much sheer force I can hear it tearing through the air. And he ain’t shooting for where I am either – he’s going for where he judges I will be. By rights he should squash me like a bug right there.

Instead I’m gone, ducking sideways round the stroke and already aiming for the gap between his legs, winding up a thrust to ram deep into his crotch as I close the gap. Except he’s already caught on to what I’m doing, so I just stab thin air as he sidesteps and I keep going past him. I hear his grunt as he drags his mace free from the turf he’s just smashed it into, so I just throw myself forward as he swings it round after me, trailing a great swathe of torn muddy earth in its wake that barely misses me as I drop into a forward roll.

As I come up on the far side and see the wizard I realise how close I am now, and if I was less mindful of the threat right behind me I might even try for her anyway. Then that increasingly familiar poof of displaced air hits me in the face as Gael’s portal opens right in front of me, and it seems they were ready coming out the other side because they just blast the bitch before she has time to react. Except she’s got tricks of her own, although it’s something I seen Gael use a few times too, their force-blast just smashing apart ineffectually over some kind of invisible shield she must throw up purely by reflex.

After that I got no choice but to turn my back on this latest brewing fight, instead turning into another roll to the right that barely saves me from getting cut in half by Gran’s big battleaxe. I start to open ground between us the moment I’m up, dancing out in a rough circle around him while still seeking open ground behind me, and he doesn’t just charge right at me this time, instead coming after me at an angle as he starts to flank in the opposite direction. He's watching me with cold determination now, our few matches likely flashing through his mind now as much as they are my own, so he’s remembering how tricky I can be. I know him too well, I know he’s not stupid, he’s as smart as any other orc, and while he’s just as hot blooded he had years of training to teach him to counter his own temper and fight smart instead. Not to mention whatever murderous unpleasantness Yevnik drummed into him after …

“Just remember, I gave you a chance, you stubborn little shit.” His growl’s bitter, more regret than warning, but there’s still danger in his low rumble. “You could’ve just left.”

“Yeah? You just forgot what friendship means, you dumb thug. Otherwise you’d know I can’t abandon my friends.”

A dark shape surges out of the shadows behind him on the left, drawing a sharp line low across his side, checking him before he can go for me. If Granzun wasn’t even tougher than his thick leather plate that might’ve hurt him, but instead all the blade does is score a deep groove without ever meeting flesh and bring a deeper frown to the orc’s face.

Zuldrad turns at the end of his run, close on my left now, his right-hand dagger still cocked and ready as he inspects the damage. When he sees just how ineffectual his attack actually was he simply frowns, a little perturbed maybe, but nothing more. Certainly his voice is still calm and level as he simply mutters: “Damn. That went different than I expected.”

“What’d you expect?” I find myself growling back “It’s gonna take more’n that to even dent him.” Looking down at my sword and long knife, I see the rain’s essentially washed both clean of blood as I’ve been fighting. After a moment’s thought I give my sword a quick whip and then ram it home into its scabbard again with a single swift motion before it can get wet again, then do the same with the knife. They might not be the best fit for this fight as it is.

“What you thinking, then?” Zul gives me a quick sidelong glance, wary of taking his eyes off Granzun as he regards us both, slowly adjusting his grip on his weapons as he squares his shoulders and sets his feet. Mostly he looks fit to kill us both, but there’s a sliver in there, something that might still be a little reluctant. Like he’s remembering … well, us. He’s remembering who he was before Yevnik, before it all went to shit. When he still had us. The only family he’s ever know.

It's just a flicker, and he’s fighting it. But it’s there. It could be enough. I just wonder if I might actually be up to taking advantage of it …

Thing is, I really ain’t got a choice right now. As I watch him something just … goes off behind Granzun, something that makes him twitch a little but nothing more, despite the fact it makes the whole place shudder. It’s a loud cracking boom, accompanied by a great plume of bright blue smoke that bounces off the briefest flash of a big dome of aquamarine light. Gael and the wizard are hurling everything they got at each other, and I got no idea how that’s gonna go, which terrifies me. So I have to fight my friend, maybe kill him.

Reaching up between my shoulder-blades, I slip my new knives free. This is gonna be close and dirty work, so I need the best I got. “Stab, don’t try an’ cut. Wear ‘im down, go for the gaps. We gotta fight smart, not hard.”

When Zul growls this time, it’s just a wordless grunt, under his breath, he clearly ain’t too happy with this plan. I hate it too, but there’s no choice. He still tenses up, ready to spring, and I find myself doing the same. And Granzun sees us doing it, making him tense up too.

Then he stumbles to the side, twitching as he growls low, starts thrashing around, and it takes me a couple moments to work out why. Two tiny figures are scrambling over his massive form, or at least they’re definitely significantly smaller than he is, and they’re moving fast as they stab him with their blades. I’m another moment realising who it is that’s attacking him, though, until I catch a flash of bright yellow eyes and see one of them’s trying the best he can to jam his shortsword into Gran’s shoulder. It’s Brung, swinging savage, but the sudden, desperately wild thrashing of his target turns out to be enough to foul his aim, the sword barely managing to scrape a surface gouge across one of his pauldrons. The other’s Darwyn, trying her best with one of her knives while she’s desperately clinging to leather plates with her other hand, but it’s little better than beestings to an orc Gran’s size.

“What d’you wanna –”

I don’t give Zul a chance to finish, I just growl: “Just do what you can!” and charge. This is a fucking stupid idea but right now it’s the only one we got …

TO BE CONTINUED ...

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high-fructose-dreamscape · 2 years

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Day 4

Cont’d

I made it to work. It’s slow so I can type. Josh has me cooking when I do clock in. Labor is horrible so I may go home early.

Today feels weird. I don’t feel any better but I almost feel a little less shotty. Maybe it’s a slight wave bump form getting rest.

I made a savings account. I think I’m subconsciously trying to pull myself back from breaking down. It’s a double edged sword:

If I keep pushing, giving myself reasons to keep going, I’ll feel overwhelmed and break down again.

But if I give up and bitch out or someone intervenes, I’ll feel horrible that I have to start over.

Thinking about it makes my head hurt.

It’s now 3:32. I still haven’t flipped my coin to message kinga like I promised. I think I will do it anyway and just remind her. Idk. Maybe.

I don’t feel like annoying the girl. Plus I’m still really irked by her lately. Just everything about her is pretty annoying lately and that’s before the Sam thing.

She’s been unusually mean. Unusually rude. Inconsistent. Dodgy. She’s super unwelcoming. And I hate sitting next to her lately. I can’t say anything without her being a bitch about it nor do I ever feel welcome to talk about my life.

Ugh. I get the mean Tsundere attitude form time to time but it’s so constant that I’m just turned off completely.

Work was a mess. I hate how Josh manages and then gets upset like he didn’t fuck up. He can’t seem his own mistakes. Trash. And to question my management is like questioning my parenting at this rate. I always have good numbers so don’t talk down to me like I for. Know how to run a shift.

Anyway. I’m not mad.

But today was overstimulating. I have a massive headache and I kept having asthma attacks. I wonder if kinga forgot about having my inhaler. Her phone died but she also never seemed to make to home. So idk what to take do that. I’m tired of chasing after her.

I honestly wish I knew her honest opinion of me else I feel like she’s gonna be one of my 13 reasons. But at least Gwen hates me. That’s something. This girl really fucks with me. As if I’m not enough and doing too much at the same time. Like I’m both over and under qualified to be in her life.

I’m over thinking I’m sure. Just some memories and recent events came to mind.

I’ll ramble into it later.

But for now I hate dying like this. Slowly and inefficiently. It’s like taking poison damage in a video game. Like Yeah I’m gonna live but fuck just make it hurt. Like damn fuck this -3 per turn. Where the good old -200 every 3 secs.

Just put me down. It’s fucked up that I am disappointed by this asthma attack.

Nothing was cleaned. But my costume parts are here. Now I just have to wait until my bloodshot eye clears o guess. Gives me time to do other stuff.

Ugh. After I make dinner I have to figure out stuff. Do I message kinga or silently kill myself because I don’t wanna move? Do I sleep or game all night since I have to open? I feel like there’s no opportunity for me to do anything so I don’t feel that pull I usually do. I just need a push. I need something to do and vibe off of.

To answer my problem: I need an outside source to reinvigorate me and re-inspire me to well enjoy anything and everything.

Fuck. I’m tired. I’ll add more later. Else. Night.

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misseviehyde · 1 year

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Fit Bitch

"SURPRISE!"

Tyler leapt in shock as he entered his apartment and the lights flicked on to reveal all his friends and family waiting for him. Colourful birthday bunting hung from the walls and a cake with twenty candles sat on the coffee table. Grinning happy faces stared back at Tyler's shocked and puzzled expression. Then his girlfriend Holly squeezed his hand and he shook his head wryly at the situation as he realised they were throwing him a surprise birthday party.

"You knew about this?"

"Of course," she laughed, "I planned it for you. Everyone was desperate to be involved."

"Happy birthday doofus," grinned Mark, Tyler's best mate as he ruffled his friends hair. Mark's girlfriend Ashley gave him a peck on the cheek and a hug too. "Happy birthday Tyler."

Moving amongst his friends and family, Tyler felt a wave of love and affection for them all. He shared a joke with his Dad and gave his Mom a massive hug. His little sister Mandy stuck her tongue out at him and they laughed. It was brilliant to see everyone gathered together. Everyone he loved was here.

Tapping a glass Holly grinned as Tyler's friends and family gathered round to listen.

"Thank you for coming everyone. We're here today to wish an amazing twentieth birthday to Tyler. His birthday was always going to be a special day - but it's even more special when we consider everything he's achieved in the last year. Tyler's kindness and selflessness are a shining example to everyone. I think that's why we all wanted to meet here today and celebrate... so happy birthday Tyler."

The crowd cheered and Holly reached up to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm so fucking proud of you," she smiled squeezing his hand.

Tyler flushed, getting embarrassed. His life in the last year had been crazy. He'd always been interested in trying to help people, so when he developed a mental health app that went viral whilst still in college, he had been pleased at the response. Pax was a behavioural app that worked to help support people who wanted to make a positive change to their mental health. It had proven wildly successful and the fact that Tyler had refused to monetise the app had just made it even more successful as people accessed it for free.

With millions of downloads and users now regularly engaged with the app, he'd found himself a little overwhelmed - but even with all of the offers coming in from big tech companies to buy the app from him he'd refused. Tyler knew that as soon as some money grabbing company took the app, they'd turn it from a helpful mental health app into some way of making money. One company in particular - Hyde.Inc had been very assertive with their offers. They were in a similar field - using behavioural technologies to improve fitness outcomes - and they wanted access to his technology to merge it with their own. He didn't like the company - they seemed, unethical. He'd refused all their offers so far.

Tyler knew he could make a lot of money if he monetised his app and developed it further. He'd had to take a couple of years out of university to work on it and although he still had a confirmed place, he wasn't sure if he should just drop out and start work in the tech industry. A lot of companies were willing to invest and support his future, in the hopes he would come work for them. Until then his parents and a few charities were helping to support him whilst he got the app to a stage where he felt he could leave it to focus on his own studies. At the tender age of 20 he had the world in the palm of his hand but was also not yet fully set on his path in life.

And yet he was so self-effacing about it all. Tyler was a deeply humble and kind person. He wasn't motivated by greed or pride or ego. He did what he did out of love. That was why people liked him so much. With his talents and skills he could have been rich, but he preferred to stay out of the limelight and do his thing.

Holly beamed at him. They'd been sweethearts since they were younger, having attended school together. She was training to be a nurse and as she worked with people with mental health concerns, she saw first hand the positive impact Pax was having on people. She couldn't have been prouder of her lovely boyfriend.

"It's nothing really," demurred Tyler as he squeezed her hand back. "I just knocked up an app that brought together a load of stuff people already knew. It's not like I solved world hunger or something."

She shook her head and laughed, "Tyler - you're so humble it's sometimes annoying. Just for once, enjoy your birthday and the fact that you're helping so many lives. Go open some presents."

Tyler grinned and walking over to the large table where people had left gifts - did as she had suggested. There were presents from his Mom and Dad, Holly obviously and all his friends - including a stupid one from Mark (as usual). But as he walked down the table, he saw there was a very expensively wrapped present sitting slightly apart from the rest.

It was wrapped in rose gold paper and neatly tied with a satin bow. A crisp handwritten label said, "A birthday gift from Hyde.Inc."

Tyler rolled his eyes. These people really weren't giving up. He supposed it made sense that they would want to bribe, or influence him, by sending gifts. He unwrapped the box and whistled as he saw it was an incredibly expensive product from the top of their line. A 'Fit Bitch' smart device. They were obviously really desperate to get him to sell them Pax. Putting the box to one side, he opened his remaining presents and for the time being, thought no more of it.

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"Damn it," cursed Tyler. "Have you seen my watch?"

It was the next day and Holly was getting ready in the other room to go to work. It was a common daily ritual that they would both rise in the morning and get ready together. The two of them had moved into a shared apartment a few months ago and it was small and compact, but the rent was at least cheap. They had discovered that working around each other in the morning almost required them to dance around each other. Having so many guests at the party yesterday had taxed the living room to its limit.

Holly had just finished a gym class and was slipping into her nurses uniform, whilst Tyler had just showered and was now hoping to spend a few hours writing an update for Pax.

Cursing, Tyler rubbed his naked wrist. He knew it didn't really matter, but he was quite particular about certain things and he liked wearing a watch. He usually just wore a cheap Casio - but there was now no sign of it and he couldn't find it anywear.

Then he saw the Fit Bitch box on the table.

Ripping open the packaging, Tyler hesitated. The watch was fully charged, but it did look quite... feminine. It was rose gold, like the packaging and had a bright pink strap. He shrugged - he didn't suppose anyone was going to see him wearing it anyway, it was just to have on his wrist whilst he worked. Besides - he was curious to see how it worked. He'd heard a lot about these kinds of watch.

Slipping the Fit Bitch onto his wrist, he tightened the strap and turned it on. The screen booted up and he continued getting ready whilst it connected to his home wifi and performed various other initial set up tasks.

"Bye babe," shouted Holly from the hallway and he gave her a kiss on the cheek as she went out to work.

Set up complete. Calibration complete. Fit Bitch activated.

Admiring the clarity of the display, Tyler saw that the watch was now monitoring his vital signs. He could flick through various menus and there were options and controls for all sorts of apps and add ons. He'd look at them later. Right now he needed to finish getting dressed.

He'd laid his pants and clothes out on the bed, and slipping off his towel reached down to pick up his underwear.

Inappropriate clothing.

Pain lanced through Tyler's body. The hand holding the boxer shorts unclenched as he gasped in agony. His hand felt like it was burning, like his underwear was scalding hot coals to him. A nausea and revulsion like nothing he had ever known pulsed through him and he was almost sick as he fell to the floor retching.

"What the hell?" he gasped, panting in horror as the pain faded.

He looked down at the Fit Bitch. There was a message on the screen. "Inappropriate clothing?"

Had the watch made him feel like that? What the hell?

In a fury he reached down to rip off the watch.

Unauthorised removal.

Tyler screamed. The pain was a million times worse than before. It was the worst, most horrific feeling he had ever known. It was suddenly as if the thought of removing, or taking off the Fit Bitch was the worst thing that could ever happen. Pain burned through his body, his temples pounded. Feelings of nausea and revulsion crawled through his body and he nearly bit off his own tongue as his heart hammered and he convulsed on the floor.

"I won't take it off, please stop!" he screamed.

Compliance rewarded.

The pain was gone. In an instant it was gone and instead a wave of euphoria and bliss was spreading through Tyler's body. He suddenly felt relaxed and happy. He felt euphoric.

The feeling lasted only a moment, then he was back to normal. Picking himself up, he looked down at the watch on his wrist in horror. He reached towards his phone. He needed help, he needed to tell Holly or his Mom or even Mark that he needed help. Maybe they could remove the watch for him.

Disclosure denied.

This time the pain built gradually, but began to intensify. As his hand got nearer his phone, as his intent to call for help increased - so did the pain. He stopped and the pain stopped immediately receding rapidly. It was like the watch had been showing him what it could do. He knew that if it wanted to, it could make him feel agony like he had never known. This time though it had warned him, given him time to alter his behaviour.

"This is insane and unethical," he hissed. "This is illegal. This damn thing has enslaved me... or at least it's trying to condition my behaviour somehow. I have to find a way out of this... and I will!"

Pacing his room, Tyler decided the secret lay in using his computer talents. He'd find a way to hack the watch and get it to release him. For now, he'd play along - but as soon as this thing was off his wrist, he was going straight to the police. Hyde.Inc were finished!

Aware he was still naked, he walked over to his clothes. Even looking at his boxer shorts gave him a feeling of nausea. "Fine, I'll have to go commando," he hissed reaching out to take his jeans.

Inappropriate Clothing.

Tyler snatched his hand back. "What the hell? All my clothing is inappropriate? What the hell am I supposed to wear?"

He began rooting through his wardrobe, but every single item of clothing was flagged inappropriate... until.

"Aha," grinned Tyler as he pulled out a pair of grey sweat pants.

Clothing acceptable.

It was then he realised why. "Shit, these aren't mine. They must have got mixed in by mistake. They're Holly's - she was looking for these. Oh my God - it wants me to wear female clothing."

Tyler looked with hatred at the watch. He could just not wear any clothes he supposed. He picked up the sweat pants to throw them into Holly's room. The Fit Bitch had other ideas.

Pleasure. Pleasure throbbed up Tyler's arm as he touched the sweat pants. They were soft and light grey, high waisted and cut to the female form. Holding them felt good. Really good.

Tyler gasped as his dick sprang to attention. Delicious feelings of pleasure pulsed through his body and without even realising it he began to rub and stroked the pants lovingly. "Ooooh shit, that feels good. I have to try these on," he gasped struggling to get a leg inside.

Underwear required.

There was no pain this time, but the pleasure began to recede and with a whine Tyler ran into Holly's room. Pulling open her underwear drawer he saw there were numerous choices. He began to reach for a sensible pair of white cotton briefs, but then as his eyes fell on one of Holly's g-strings, the pleasure suddenly began to intensify.

Now it was even more sexual in nature and his dick throbbed and pulsed. It felt like the best orgasm he'd ever experienced in his life was building and his mind was almost instantly made up. Grabbing the thong instead of the panties he groaned as he slipped them on.

Slutty clothes bonus activated

Sliding the tracksuit bottoms on, Tyler began to cum. Only he didn't really. It felt like he was cumming, but he didn't ejaculate. And the pleasure didn't abate. He still had a kernel of horniness inside himself that he couldn't get rid of, an itch that needed to be scratched. He looked at himself in the mirror. He supposed he didn't look too bad. Holly's tracksuit bottoms were gender neutral enough. Perhaps a little tighter fit and his ass didn't fill them up right. Now he just needed to find a t-shirt. Holly had plenty of plain white ones. Again, they'd fit wrong, but he probably wouldn't look too stupid.

He hoped.

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Walking into the apartment, Holly was surprised to find Tyler home.

She'd known he wanted to work on Pax this morning, but thought he had wanted to go out this afternoon. Instead he was hunched over his computer, his fingers furiously tapping. He looked like a man possessed. He also looked strange. She didn't remember him owning he light grey tracksuit bottoms or white t-shirt he was wearing. In fact... it almost looked like...

"Hey are you wearing my clothes?!?" she asked incredulously.

"Huh, wh... oh Holly, you're home," said Tyler looking up tiredly. He looked haunted and angry and upset about something.

"Wh... what's wrong? What's going on?" she asked suddenly worried.

Tyler looked like he wanted to say something, then he suddenly grimaced and his face turned green like he wanted to be sick.

"N...nothing. It doesn't matter."

"But... but seriously Tyler, what the hell is going on? Why are you wearing my clothes."

"I told you nothing is fucking going on," he suddenly hissed venomously at her. "I found these clothes in my washing pile, I was distracted and didn't realise they were yours. It's not my fault you dress like a boy half the time."

Tyler had said mean things before when upset, but usually he realised pretty quickly and got embarrassed and calmed down. This time though, Holly was appalled to see he appeared to be enjoying it. Worse, he actually seemed to get some sort of thrill of pleasure speaking to her that way. He actually shivered like he was getting off.

"Tyler, have you taken drugs or something? You're acting like a psyscho."

"Holly I've had a long difficult day - I really can't explain - but this is not a good day for me. Please stop asking me so many questions and ahhhhhhh," Tyler grimaced suddenly like he was in pain. "I mean, stop asking me so many questions and leave me alone. I have work to do."

"Fine, fuck you," spat Holly as she turned round with tears in her eyes and stormed out of the apartment. "I'll go see my Mom then and stay at hers tonight - I can't believe you're treating me this way. Something is wrong with you!"

Tyler winced as he heard the door slam.

"FUCK YOU," he screamed at the watch on his wrist. "I can't believe you made me do that!"

The moment Holly had walked in, he had known there would be trouble. He'd spent all day trying to hack into the watch, but the encryption on the device was incredible. It was also monitoring his efforts and blocking his best attempts to hack it properly.

When Holly had started asking questions he had wanted to tell her everything, beg for her help. The feeling of nausea had put an end to that. Worse... once he had started being meaner to her, it had begun to reward him. It was like the Fit Bitch wanted him to be nasty to Holly.

The worst pain had come when he'd used the word please. That had been bad. He looked down at the display.

Unacceptable word.

"Please? I can't say.... ahhhhhhhh!

The word felt like a coal in his mouth. Even saying it made his body ache in agony. "Okay... okay... I won't say it FUCK!"

Swear word encouraged.

Pleasure throbbed Tyler and he gasped as he went from pain to pleasure in an instant. "FUCK, FUCK, OHHHH FUCK!" he screamed, each time the word left his mouth, the pleasure intensifying. He began to fake cum again.

"Oh fuck," he gasped after he'd finished orgasming. "What the hell are you trying to do to me? Make me mean to my girlfriend and swear more? Where is this going?"

Turning back to his computer screen - he began to tap away. "I have to find a way to stop this fucking thing..."

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Tyler groaned. The Fit Bitch was vibrating on his wrist. It was waking him up. He'd fallen asleep at his desk, slumped over his computer... his attempts to hack the system still a failure. Now it was 5.30 AM. What the fuck?

Exercise needed. Exercise supplies arriving.

There was a knock at the door and Tyler leapt to his feet in astonishment. Striding over, he yanked the door open to find the corridor empty, but a large cardboard box in his entryway. Picking it up he walked into the kitchen and ripped it open. The box was full of more Hyde.Inc technology, including a load of fitness devices designed for body toning and shaping. There were also sachets of some protein drink and various other work-out supplies.

"What the fuck?" gasped Tyler, not even noticing that the word 'fuck' was now firmly embedded in his lexicon.

Drink protein. Begin workout.

Picking up a sachet, Tyler groaned as he read the blurb. "Female enhanced protein supplements... enhanced with advanced hormones to promote healthy growth to give you a bitchy body."

"Oh my God, they're trying to actually turn me into a girl."

Even as he thought about becoming a girl, the wave of pleasure hit him hard. It was stronger than before... so strong that he groaned in ecstasy.

Big tits

Tight body

Mean bitch

Drink hormones

Tyler gasped as the fit bitch pulsed and vibrated. Images of hot feminine clothes, bras, panties, tight tops throbbed through his mind as it manipulated the pleasure centres of his brain and made him lust for female things.

Staggering to the sink, Tyler emptied the sachet of powder into a cup and filled it with water. He groaned as he drank the delicious pink liquid it produced, the fit bitch rewarding him with another false orgasm - the strongest he'd ever experienced.

Crawling into the bedroom he saw that Holly still wasn't home - she must still be at her moms. He tore open her clothes draw and found her work out leggings. Pulling them on he began to cum again - groaning as the Fit Bitch rewarded him for abandoning the gender neutral tracksuit bottoms and wearing something tighter and sexier. His cock was rock hard in the clingy leggings as he began to work out.

Complete 50 squats.

Tyler had never exercised so thoroughly in his life as he began the routine. Dressed in his girlfriends super tight clothes he sweated and groaned as he worked out his ass and the pain and pleasure responses of the fit bitch spurred him on. His stomach gurgled and his head swam as whatever chemicals and hormones was in the protein pulsed round his body. He felt like he was going to pass out...

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" he moaned.

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Tyler's phone began to ring. He looked at it in irritation, dropping the razor he was using to shave his body. He was still aching from the work-out, yet strangely full of energy. It was 10.30 AM now and the Fit Bitch had made him drink another sachet of the protein mix and go clean himself up in the shower. Having a smooth, hairless body seemed to please it, so he'd got to work with a razor.

Tyler sighed as he saw it was Holly that was trying to ring him.

Get rid of her.

He looked down at the message on his Fit Bitch in despair. The watch clearly wanted him alone and isolated for the time being so it could work on him some more. He was desperate to ask Holly for help, desperate to beg her for aid - but he knew the Fit Bitch would punish him with pain.

Answering the call, he decided he had no choice but to convince her to stay at her Mom's. But how?

"What do you want?" he asked hesitantly. He groaned as the watch rewarded him with a pulse of pleasure.

"Tyler. I... I'm sorry about last night, you were tired and I pushed you too hard. I'm going to come home so we can talk about,"

"Please don't," he said without thinking.

The pain was incredible. The word 'please' like filth in his mouth. He had to expunge the pain, he needed the pleasure instead.

"I mean FUCKING don't," he gasped. The pleasure returned. Telling Holly to fuck off felt good. It thrilled him in a strange way and made him crave more. Damn it, the pleasure from the Fit Bitch was so good. He was starting to get addicted slightly. His hand began to stroke his cock, almost without realising.

"Tyler, what are you saying?" said Holly in shock. "Why are you talking to me like this?"

Ejaculation authorised for bitchy responses.

Ejaculation? It had been days since he'd ejaculated. The Fit Bitch gave him orgasm after orgasm, but it wouldn't let him cum. He needed to cum. Not being able to shoot his load had been frustrating, but now the watch was saying he could cum if he could only rid himself of Holly.

"Listen you dumb bitch," he gasped groaning as his cock got harder and harder and harder. "I... ahhhh... I don't want to see you. You've really pissed me off and I need a break from your stupid useless, ohhhh FUCK, idiotic presence... I OHHHH FUCK.... I... just stay away from me!" he screamed, gasping as the pleasure grew and grew.

Pumping his cock like a maniac, Tyler dropped his phone as cum blasted out of his dick and the most powerful orgasm of his life throbbed through his very being.

Ohhhh fuck - why did it feel so good to be evil?

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Tyler had no idea what day it was anymore. He thought it must be several days since he'd spoken to Holly and he hadn't left the flat since then. She'd never turned up, just sent some messages about how much she hated him and that he needed help.

He thought maybe his Mom and Dad had come round at some point and tried to get in - but he'd double locked the doors and jammed a chair in the way so no one could get in. He'd shouted at them to fuck off, and carried on masturbating. The Fit Bitch wanted him all alone.

He didn't need food or drink anymore - just the protein shakes. He didn't need do anything except jerk off and use the exercise equipment that Hyde.Inc had provided him.

Funny thing was his dick seemed to be getting smaller. He would jerk it for hours now... dressed in Holly's clothes watching the Youtube makeup channels and fashion hauls that the Fit Bitch was forcing him to watch.

From time to time, his hands would go down to Holly's makeup and he would try the techniques on himself. He was getting pretty good at contouring. A set of false nails sat ready and waiting. He groaned as the Fit Bitch gave him a thrill of pleasure at the thought of having them on his hands. Yesssss, long sexy nails would feel good.

He fondled his chest. It felt good to rub his boobs - the slowly, swelling tits that were pushing out of his chest and expanding with every protein shake he drank. They were small, but growing in mass the more he exercised and the more he drank.

"Ohhhh fuck, I'm becoming such a slut," he moaned. Saying it sent a throb of pleasure through him. He really was starting to enjoy the transformation now.

It was so hard to resist - to stay sane when your every pleasure and pain response was being used against you. The orgasms the Fit Bitch could give him were so powerful, he'd begun to crave them. They were like nothing else. He NEEDED those orgasms.

And the watch was refusing to give them to him now unless his escalated his behaviour. It was no longer enough to just wear girls clothes - he had to wear Holly's sluttiest outfits. He had to force himself to speak in a high pitched voice. He had to use words like slut, bitch and whore. Every now and then he'd try to think of a plan to escape the watch - to free himself from this situation - but then the pain would return.

It was easier not to fight - it was easier to surrender.

And worse... part of him was starting to wonder how far it was going to go and wanting more. Part of him was starting to wonder just what sort of girl he was becoming. At first he'd thought Hyde.Inc wanted to make him some sort of helpless submissive - but even though the watch had him firmly under control for now, it didn't seem to be encouraging submissive behaviour.

Mean behaviour, yes. Slutty behaviour... yes. Bitchy behaviour... definitely.

"Fuck, like OMG - what am I becoming?" he whined in the increasingly bratty voice the Fit Bitch seemed to favour.

Walking over to the mirror, Tyler realised he hadn't looked at himself properly for days. The figure looking back at him looked feminine. She had a toned, plump ass - nicely worked out with wide hips. Her breasts were small... cute and perky. Pulling up the top he was wearing, Tyler rubbed one and groaned at how it felt.

What would it be like to have big tits? Big slutty teen knockers he could use to get people to do what he wanted.

Walking to the counter he saw there were dozens of sachets of the super enhanced hormones. A sudden wicked idea entered his head. He knew he shouldn't... he knew it was insane... but as he thought it, the Fit Bitch made him squirm with pleasure.

"I need bigger tits," he groaned, emptying six packets into one beaker. The protein shake was thick... sludgy... like pink goop. Gasping like a whore, he sucked it down... groaning as he felt it flowing into his stomach. He could almost feel his tits inflating as he did so.

Giggling, Tyler slumped next to the mirror and began to rub his tits, groaning as he did so.

Good girl. Big tits are good.

"Ohhhh fuck yesssss," he gasped as he rubbed his increasingly tiny dick.

How many packets of protein could he drink in the next few hours? He needed those boobs.

He was going to get them.

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Tyler groaned as he sat up and felt the weight of his new heavy boobs on his chest. He no longer knew what day it was. It felt like he had been in the flat for years, but he knew it was probably less time than that. After days of pleasure and pain conditioning, the Fit Bitch on his wrist seemed to have stopped. Brushing his long silky hair out of his eyes he crawled through the discarded wrappers of the protein shakes and into the bathroom. He had to see what this thing had done to him.

His body ached and the horniness he had been afflicted with was fading for the first time in days. He still felt sexed up - but no longer consumed by a impossible desire to touch himself and masturbate. It was like the Fit Bitch no longer wanted him trapped in the flat playing with himself. It was like he was entering another stage.

"Like, what the fuck has this thing done to me," he groaned as he switched on the lights and gasped as he saw his reflection again.

Tyler was gone. The girl looking back at him was the most beautiful, bitchy, feminine looking girl he had ever seen. She had tanned flawless skin, a toned body and a beautiful face. She was a Goddess.

He couldn't help but thrill at how beautiful she was. Could this really be him? He made Holly look like a total plain Jane.

Physical calibration 90% complete.

Mental Calibration 40% complete.

Subject ready for Stage 2 - Total Bitchification.

"Oh my Gosh," groaned Tyler as he touched himself like he was a mirage. "This can't be real, I'm Tyler... I'm a boy... this isn't happening."

Inappropriate name. Inappropriate gender.

Tyler screamed as the pain returned. He groaned in agony.

"NO! No I am Tyler... I'm a boy. I won't let you do this to me."

The pain intensified.

"NO STOP! Okay! I... I'm Skylar now. I'm a girl... I'm a fucking girl!"

Acceptable identity.

"Oh fuck," gasped Skylar as the pain receded. She felt a sudden strange sensation in her crotch. Looking down she squeaked in shock as she saw that after days and days of shrinking... her cock was entirely gone. Whatever chemicals, hormones and DNA viral strains the protein shakes contained had finally completed their work. Skylar had a pussy now. She really was a girl.

Initiating stage 2.

Skylar bit her lip anxiously as she looked down at the ominous words on her Fit Bitch and wondered what they meant. What was Hyde.Inc's end game? Why were they doing this to her, and what were they going to try and do next?

Sobbing she staggered to her bed and collapsed into it.

Darkness took her.

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Tyler was having a naughty dream.

In his dream a deliciously evil mean girl was bullying his friends and family. The girl was beautiful - with long sexy brunette hair, a dazzling smile and tanned flawless skin. She walked with a self-assured dominance - her body barely covered by her tight clingy clothing as she strutted like a Queen amongst her subjects.

Tyler's girlfriend Holly was in the dream, grovelling at the feet of this horny Goddess. For some reason, seeing his girlfriend abasing herself to another woman made him feel turned on and he began to enjoy the dream as he willed the bad girl to dominate his innocent girlfriend.

"You fucking pathetic loser," laughed the hot bitch as she drove her toes into Holly's mouth, "suck my foot like a good slut. Lick off my Goddess sweat." Holly moaned, licking and sucking the girls foot like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

The woman slid her big breasts out of her top and began to play with herself... moaning as she squeezed her perfect breasts and rubbed her own nipples. "Yes, you're just my fucking toy now bitch - and I love it." The woman's hands went down to her crotch and she began to finger-fuck herself.

"YESSSS! I love being a fucking bitch!"

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Tyler groaned and opened his eyes blearily. He was half-awake, half still in the dream - but as sensation returned he could feel the weight of the breasts on his chest - and feel his fingers deep between his legs as he finger fucked his new body and moaned like a whore.

"Oh my God," he gasped squirming and soaking wet as he realised HE was the girl from the dream and he had been fantasising about dominating Holly whilst masturbating in his sleep. On his wrist an expensive looking watch beeped and he groaned as he remembered his predicament.

The Fit Bitch had done this to him.

It had only been perhaps a week since his birthday - since Hyde.Inc had delivered the evil watch that had slowly corrupted him into a girl. Through a mixture of pain and pleasure conditioning it had forced him to act more and more feminine - trying to turn him into Skylar... an evil, busty, bitch. The mind shattering orgasms and pleasure the watch could deliver had quickly turned Tyler into an addict. The exercise supplements and drugs the company had followed up with, had rapidly transformed his body too. He'd exercised, masturbated and conditioned himself till he finally had the body that the Fit Bitch approved of. He even had a pussy now and his dick was gone forever. Stage one had been completed - his physical transformation was complete.

Now the watch was moving into Stage Two and he wasn't sure if he could stop it. Nothing felt better than doing what the watch told him to do and he felt nothing but nausea and sickness when he disobeyed it.

Nausea and sickness like the kind that was welling up inside him now. Tyler's head throbbed... his body ached... he felt like he wanted to tear his skin off... he felt so weak and poorly. He groaned as the pleasurable sensation of masturbating as a girl faded to be replaced by pain. "Noooooo," he groaned wanting to cum so desperately, wanting to feel his clit explode.

He knew what the problem was immediately. He was thinking of himself as Tyler... so long as he was thinking as a male, he would feel bad. There was only one way to stop the pain... one way to get the pleasure back...

Skylar sighed and her lips twitched into a smile as the nausea faded and the pleasure returned stronger than ever. "Oooooh fuck, I hate that you make me love this so much," she gasped as she squealed and moaned, playing with her pussy and rubbing her tits till with a final eye-rolling moan she cummed and groaned as she squirted hard.

And with a beep - the Fit Bitch fell off her wrist.

Skylar blinked in surprise and looked down at the watch. Her fingers still sticky with her cum, she slowly sat up and her pretty mouth dropped open slightly. "Wh... what?" she gasped, looking down at the evil watch lying next to her. A message was blinking on the display

2% POWER - PLEASE CHARGE TO BEGIN STAGE TWO

Skylar gasped. The Fit Bitch had run out of power. She... she was free!

Leaping up Skylar whooped. She was no longer enslaved to the evil watch, she was able to make her own choices at last! This was her chance!

She ran to her phone and picked it up. Now she would ring the police, tell them everything... there must be a way to force Hyde.Inc to reverse this process and turn her back into Tyler. Surely what they had done to her was illegal? Surely they could turn her back into a boy?

Nausea welled up in Skylar and she suddenly gagged at the thought of turning back. The thought of wearing male clothes, of no longer having this hot, beautiful, powerful body made her feel disgusted. What was she doing? She couldn't let anyone take this away from her.

"Wh... what the fuck is wrong with me?" she groaned clutching her head.

You don't want to turn back into a stupid fucking boy. You like what the Fit Bitch has done to you.

"Noooooo," moaned Skylar as her own mind turned against her.

Aren't you even curious as to how fucking good stage two could feel? Why don't we charge up the Fit Bitch and put it back on? Giving into it will feel SO good.

Walking over to the watch Skylar picked it up. Part of her wanted to smash it.... part of her wanted to wear it again. She hesitated as she struggled for control within herself.

Holding the Fit Bitch, Skylar thought about how good it felt when it rewarded her for doing the things it wanted her to do. The surge of pleasure - the explosive orgasms... groaning she slid the watch onto the charging station that had come in the original box and staggered away as it began to power back up.

It has a fast charge facility. 30 minutes and we can begin stage two. What can we do for 30 minutes?

Skylar knew exactly what she could do.

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Masturbating without the Fit Bitch on just wasn't the same. Skylar bit her lip and whined like a spoiled slut as she urgently pumped her tight pussy with one of the sex toys she'd acquired during her transformation. It still felt good - but it felt like scratching an itch that wouldn't go away. She knew that no matter how much she touched herself or masturbated - she'd never reach those orgasmic highs without the Fit Bitch.

But there was more than that to it. It wasn't just a physical thing anymore. Skylar knew that the Fit Bitch hadn't just wanted to turn her into a woman. It had been programming her to act and behave a certain way. It had been making her more and more feminine... but there was more to it than that.

The watch had seemed keen to punish her for kind or considerate actions. It had encouraged her to swear... to be selfish... to be mean. It wanted her to be evil and that was somehow such a turn on.

She groaned as she suddenly got wetter.

Skylar gasped as the orgasmic feelings her body had become addicted to began to return. As she thought about being bad, about doing naughty, cruel, evil things - the pleasure increased.

"YES," she hissed grinning and spreading her legs wider. "Ohhhh FUCK! That feels good."

Skylar began to fantasize about her best-friend Mark. He was in a loyal and committed relationship with his girlfriend Ashley. It would be so easy to seduce him... make him cheat on Ashley... turn him into HER simp.

"OH FUCCCCCK," gurgled Skylar her eyes rolling up into her head at the thought of making Mark kneel between her legs and eat her out. With a scream, she began to cum imagining ejaculating all over his face whilst Ashley sat in the corner handcuffed to a chair and sobbing.

Skylar screamed and bucked, moaning as she squirted like a fountain - images of using a Fit Bitch on Holly to turn her into an obedient slave - of taking the technology from the Fit Bitch and merging it with her own program Pax to create an app that could allow her to control people filled her horny mind and her body rewarded her with pleasure.

Then it was done and she was left panting and wet on the bed.

Dropping the dildo, Skylar shivered and groaned. She felt like sobbing too... how could she think such evil and depraved thoughts? But now she'd thought them, they were burned in her mind.

Pax.... how could she have forgotten about Pax? That was what this was all about. Hyde.Inc had wanted to buy the mental health app from her - now she was beginning to suspect why. Their company were clearly looking for ways to further weaponise this conditioning technology. Skylar was horrified to realise, in her mind she'd begun to look for (and realise) ways it could be done.

But only a truly evil, spiteful, self-centered ego-maniac would do something so unethical.

The thought made her pussy almost instantly wet again.

"Nooooo, what the fuck is wrong with me," she groaned - hating herself for her depraved thoughts.

It's only natural to resist what we truly want. The feelings of guilt will pass as we accept what we truly are. We're only fighting this because it goes against everything we once believed. But we should just admit we WANT to become more evil because it feels so good.

"No... no we... I don't want to become evil."

YES we do. Put the Fit Bitch back on and let it continue our corruption. That way we can pretend we were forced... that this wasn't really what we wanted. Give into it.

Skylar suddenly heard an insistent beeping. The Fit Bitch was fully charged again and it was waiting for her to wear it.

What was she going to do?

You know exactly what you're going to do. It's time to start Stage 2.

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Sliding the Fit Bitch around her wrist, Skylar groaned like an addict getting a hit of their chosen drug as she tightened the strap and felt it bond with her body again. "Fuck, I missed you," she purred - realising she was now just as addicted to the watch that had ruined her as she was to this new body it had given her.

Last time she'd worn the watch not knowing what it was, what it could do. This time she was putting it on willingly... she just needed to feel its control over her again. She wanted to experience Stage Two. What else was she going to do now it had made her like this?

Calibrating.

Good morning Skylar. Beginning Stage 2.

Your Bitchness goal for today is to achieve at least 100 points towards bitchifying yourself.

"Bitchness goals?" mused Skylar as she read the scrolling text on the screen.

Completing ultra-feminine, selfish, slutty and mean actions will award points. You must achieve enough points to hit your daily target.

Skylar saw she now had a 'bitchiness' counter on the watch. It was currently on 0. Experimentally, she walked over to the bed and picked out a pink bikini set - the sluttiest one that Holly had owned. Pulling her big heavy tits inside the cups of the binki and squeezing her tanned, perfect ass into the lower half - she grinned as she saw she'd achieved bitchiness points for her choice of outfit.

Wearing makeup... shaving her body... putting on perfume. All awarded points. Speaking in a slutty voice... swearing... rolling her eyes. They all would reward points now. The spoiled bitchy behaviour the watch had started to program into her during stage 1 now needed to be reinforced.

But that alone wouldn't be enough. To hit her daily target, Skylar was going to need to up the ante.

You wanna become a bitch so badly now don't you? You know it's wrong, but it feels so fucking good to imagine every last drop of empathy being squeezed out of your tight new body as you become totally evil and self-obsessed. We're going to hit those targets and we're going to enjoy every last second.

Skylar groaned as her pussy got wet and she reached out to grab her phone as she played with herself. Even as she began to message - the bitch counter on her Fit Bitch began to increase...

This was going to be fun...

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Holly was in a complete state. Her hair was a mess, her face red with crying. She wiped her running nose on her sleeve whilst next to her Mark shifted uncomfortably on his seat. He wasn't sure what to say to her as they sat in his living room, but lukily his girlfriend Ashley was. She hugged Holly and stroked her hair, comforting the distraught other woman.

It was a few days since Tyler had seemingly kicked Holly out of the apartment and she'd been a broken woman since. With nowhere else to stay - Mark and Ashley had told her she could stay with them for a few days. They'd all tried ringing or contacting Tyler - family members and friends had even gone round and banged on the door - but they'd all been denied entry.

"He told me to go fuck myself, he said he wanted to break up. Why would he say such horrible mean things? And his voice... what was wrong with his voice? He sounded... like a girl! I caught him wearing my clothes as well. I don't understand what is happening to him. He was so happy at his birthday party."

"I don't know babe. Maybe he's having a mental breakdown? He's been working so hard on that computer app of his, maybe he's losing his mind?"

Mark felt his phone suddenly vibrate and pulling it out of his pocket, he gasped in excitement.

"Holy shit - Tyler just messaged. 'Come to the apartment alone - I can explain everything, we need to talk!'

Holly looked at him in surprise, "Are you going to go?"

Mark nodded, "Yes. This could be my one chance to talk some sense into him and find out what the fuck is going on. You stay here and I'll go confront Tyler and have it out with him. Tell Ashley when she gets back that I won't be long."

"Maybe I should come with you?" whimpered Holly.

"No... not yet. Let me talk to him first and then if that goes well, I'll message you to come over."

"Okay... good luck."

Holly grabbed Mark and hugged him. He stroked her hair and gently took her face in his hands. "Don't worry, it's going to be okay. Tyler is the kindest, nicest guy I know. I don't know what the hell is happening to him, but whatever it is - he'll beat it. He loves you - I know he does, and that's all that matters."

"I hope you're right," sobbed Holly.

"I know I'm right," said Mark with conviction as he grabbed his car keys and walked out with a determined expression on his face.

Holly watched him go - a spark of hope in her breast.

Sometimes a spark was all you needed.

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Knocking on the door, Mark felt his heart leap as he heard bolts slide back and the door slid open.

"Hiya Mark."

He goggled at the sexy girl standing in the doorway. She was tanned and toned - her entire body smooth and perfect. She wore an expensive looking e-watch on her wrist and her soft silky hair tumbled down around her shoulders. Her body was barely covered up - a bright lime green bikini set barely holding her massive tits under control - her plump round ass prominently on show. Soft pouty lips curved into an amused smile as she saw his reaction.

"It's me... Tyler."

She winced as she said the name, almost as if saying it hurt her. "Ple.. please call me Skylar though, it's my new name. I can't use my old one anymore, I'm not allowed."

"Not allowed - is this some sort of joke?" asked Mark in shock, "Where's the real Tyler? What the hell is he playing at?"

"It IS me Mark," whispered Skylar almost shyly, "I've changed... I've been changed... I... please come in and I'll explain."

Mark walked into the apartment following the strange girl. It looked like a hurricane had hit it. There were empty cardboard boxes full of discarded protein shakes - girls clothing strewn everywhere and no one had bothered to tidy up for days.

"What the hell happened here?" asked Mark in shock as Skylar sat down on the sofa and made him sit next to her.

Holding up her wrist, Skylar looked sadly at Mark. "You've got to help me Mark. It's this watch. It's transformed me. I can't take it off and it's fully in control of my actions. It made me become a girl and now it wants me to be bad. I'm frightened as to what it will make me do next."

Skylar explained to Mark what had happened over the last few days. She was at great pains to make it clear that she wasn't in control of her actions - that the watch was forcing her to do all of this. Mark was shocked - but as he listened and she told him things that only Tyler would remember or know, he began to believe. Seeing evidence of his old friend inside this slutty new body made him feel sick.

"Hyde.Inc have to pay for this. We have to go to the police..."

Skylar screamed - moaning, she clutched her stomach and gasping writhed in agony on the sofa.

"Tyler... I mean Skylar... whatever you're called... what's wrong?"

"Aggghhh, the watch is punishing me for even thinking of going to the police. It gives me pain when I try to do things it doesn't like."

"It's okay - we won't go to the police - we won't!"

Skylar stopped writhing and with a sob sat up. "Oh thank you Mark."

"We need to get it off you - then we can do something, why don't I just remove it?"

"NO!" snapped Skylar, strangely sounded worried for a moment. "I uhhhh, it will hurt me if you try. No - the only way to get it off me is to do what it wants so it deactivates and I can take it off."

"Okay," said Mark. "And what do you have to do to get it off?"

"You have to let me get YOU off," smirked Skylar. "You have to let me suck your cock."

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Skylar wanted to giggle insanely at the expression on Mark's face - he was in total shock. It was all she could do not to laugh and give the game away. She was proud of her acting skills so far. She sounded completely plausible as the friend in trouble who needed help.

Well after all - isn't that the truth?

Well yes - except she'd said nothing about having already got the Fit Bitch off and then voluntarily putting it on. She'd also lied about the pain - the Fit Bitch hadn't punished her once since she put it back on. It knew her lies and deceit were intended to manipulate Mark and had actually been rewarding her. It had been hard not to groan in pleasure when she was supposed to be in pain. The Fit Bitch had made her feel so good about lying to her friend.

Lying is good... it's worth lots of bitch points. You love being a naughty little liar.

Tyler would never have lied... he hated people who made things up. Skylar though... she loved it. It felt good to lie, to say hurtful things. As poison dripped from her lips - the Fit Bitch would reward her. She was starting to enjoy how depraved it was making her.

NO!

A sudden pang of guilt throbbed through her as she saw the pain and hurt in Mark's eyes. This wasn't some random person - this was her best-friend.

"What? Why would you say something like that to me? How can that possibly be something you need me to do?"

For an instant Skylar wanted to apologise - say sorry. She wanted to tell Mark that this was all a trick, all a game and things had nearly gone too far. She opened her mouth to speak.

A wave of nausea flooded through her. She felt her stomach cramp. This time the Fit Bitch really was punishing her. Looking down at her wrist, she gasped in panic as she saw she was LOSING bitch points.

Stop being so pathetic and get your mouth round this losers cock. Once you're sucking him off, he'll be putty in your hands. We'll easily hit our bitch point target for the day.

Skylar felt a wave of Euphoria and evil flood through her at the thought of making Mark cheat with her. She shivered as her pussy got wet and the Fit Bitch manipulated her pleasure and pain centres, making her want to be bad... to be evil.

Fuck yeah... being bad feels so good. I love what this fucking watch is doing to me? Why was I even hesitating a moment ago?

"Oh Mark," sighed Skylar in mock anguish. "If there was any other way I'd take it. I know what I'm asking you to let me do is wrong and depraved and wicked - but if it helps me get this damn watch off - you'll save me. Ashley never has to know. We can say that you came round, helped me get off the watch and then we can find a way to turn me back to normal."

"I... I don't know," muttered Mark as Skylar reached over and with her painted nails began to rub at his crotch.

"Oh come on, it's not like it will be that bad. I mean... look at me. Look at my tits. I'm fucking hot Mark - much hotter than Ashley. Don't you wanna know how it feels to have your cock in my mouth? Between my big tits?"

Mark groaned as Skylar unzipped his fly and giggled as his swelling cock popped out of the slit. Taking it in one hand, she cooed and sliding onto her knees in front of him, licked the tip. "Mmmmmmh," purred Skylar tasting precum and feeling the cock twitch. Sure - she'd never sucked cock before, but as she felt the Fit Bitch pulse and reward her with pleasure - she knew she must be doing something right.

Being bad is good. Making boys your toys is fun.

A warm feeling flooded through Skylar as with a horny sigh she began to stroke her hand up and down on Mark's cock and took the head of his dick into her wet pink mouth. He looked down through guilty eyes at the gorgeous slut sucking him off began to go deeper and deeper with wet gargling sounds.

"Oh fuck, this is so wrong. We shouldn't be doing this."

Yes we should. I love cheating on that bitch Holly and Ashley is nothing compared to me. Mmmmh this feels so fucking good.

"Tyl... Skylar... stop... I've changed my mind," groaned Mark - but she ignored him and just took his cock deeper. His hands reached down to grasp her head - pull her off... but as his hands slid into her silky hair he just found that he was using his hands to help move her head up and down on his cock. It just felt too good to stop.

"Ohhhh fuck, Skylar... ohhh yes, suck my dick."

Pulling her head off with a wicked smile - pumping his cock to keep it hard, Skylar looked at him with twinkling eyes.

"Suck my dick... what? What am I Mark... say it."

"Suck my dick you little fucking slut," moaned Mark and Skylar squealed in pleasure.

Yessss, when he calls me a slut it makes me feel so good. I LOVE this!

Mark had never been harder. His cock was rock solid and as Skylar squeezed his balls he grunted in ecstasy. Giggling she pulled her head off his dick and began to suck his balls instead.

"Mmmmh, help me get more bitch points - tell me what I am Mark."

He groaned as she popped his balls into his mouth, her nails tickling the head of his dick.

"Y...you're a bitch."

Yes! Yes.. when he says it, it feels like it's changing me... making me into who I want to be.

"You can do better than that Mark - come on."

"Y..you're a fucking bitch. A dirty, little slut."

YES YES I AM!

Skylar could feel her watch buzzing and vibrating. The Fit Bitch was rewarding her, flooding her body with serotonin as it made her enjoy every moment of this. She shuddered and moaned in pleasure, her pussy was so fucking wet now she could barely stand it.

"That's right Mark. I'm a fucking bad bitch, and you love it don't you?"

Glancing at her watch, Skyler grinned as she saw she had already smashed her bitch points target for the day. This was too easy.

She began to pump and stroke Mark's cock with her sexy hands, using both of them whilst making eye contact.

"I want you to know something Mark," she smiled.

"I lied to you earlier. I lied about the watch. It isn't stuck on my wrist - in fact, I think I can remove it anytime I like now. I put it back on because I like what it's doing to me. Bit by bit it's destroying that loser Tyler and making him into ME. I'm not quite finished yet - but I already know what kind of girl I want to be. "

Mark gasped as Skylar's hands increased in speed. She spat on his cock - her hands pumping up and down with confident strokes - her incredible face with their cruel sexy eyes staring into his.

"I want to be the most evil, selfish, slutty and hot bitch I can possibly be. I want to become so vain and mean that all I care about is me. I want to have money, power and sex. I want to be a fucking bitch Mark. I will have the bitchiest body and the bitchiest mind of any girl in this city. I will take everything that was Tyler's and make it mine."

Yes... soon that's exactly who I will be.

"N...noooo," groaned Mark realising he'd been tricked but unable to stop Skylar from giving him pleasure. "I'll stop... you."

"No you won't Mark. You're just going to cum for me. You're going to fucking cum all over my slutty face."

"Uggghhhh you evil... fucking... bitch," moaned Mark.

YESSS! Keep saying it Mark. I love how it makes me feel when you call me evil. Fuck, but it feels so GOOD!

"Yes, that's right Mark... I'm evil... but you're still going to cum for me. Cum for me now... fucking CUM FOR ME!"

"OHHH SHIT!"

Mark screamed - his cock spasming as it began to blast out hot spurts of white cum. They splashed and landed on Skylar's giggling face as she frantically pumped him and squeezed his balls, milking him for every drop.

"HAHAHA! Oh doesn't it feel good Mark?"

He gasped, spasming and clawing at the sofa - the most intense orgasm he could ever remember having pulsing through his body and making him arch his back. Then it was done... his cock still in Skylar's hand, cum leaking out and dripping onto the sofa.

Mark was spent - but now his sexual urges were satisfied - he was free of Skylar's manipulative control for a moment. Groaning he began to sit up. This evil bitch had used him, but now he was going to deal with the situation.

*Snap*

He felt something snap around his wrist - cold and metallic in parts, rubbery in others. Bemused he looked down to see that Skylar had take off her Fit Bitch and had put it on his wrist.

"What the hell?" he gasped as she stood up and laughing licked up a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth.

"Stage Two is complete Mark - I don't need to wear my Fit Bitch now. The pleasure and pain responses it has gifted me are burned into my brain. I've been fully bitchified and there's no going back. I will experience pleasure when I do evil and bad things and pain if I try to be good or turn back into Tyler. It's just part of who I am now."

"You pyscho bitch... I'm not going to let you get away with this..."

Mark screamed as sudden agony washed through every limb and fibre of his being. He screamed and writhed as pain like nothing he had ever experienced lanced through his body. It felt like he was being skinned alive.

OBEY SKYLAR. WORSHIP GODDESS

The Fit Bitch on his wrist was beeping and pulsing - sending him a message he couldn't ignore.

Leaning down, Skylar laughed as she stroked his head and shushed him.

"Shhhhhhh, don't fret my pet. The conditioning hurts at first, but you'll soon come to love it. You'll experience only pleasure and rapture when you do things that please me. If you go against my wishes or my interests - then you'll feel pain."

"Wh... what are you doing? Ty...Tyler please," whimpered Mark.

"Tyler is gone silly boy," giggled Skylar. "I understand now what Hyde.Inc wants me to do. The technology in Pax can be weaponised in the same way the Fit Bitch works. Using pain and pleasure... suggestion and conditioning - I can make people do whatever I want and change them, just like I've been changed."

Standing up Skylar strutted over to the window and gazed out onto the city. "Thousands of people just waiting to use Tyler's lovely app to help them in their lives. Imagine what a Goddess who wants the world to worship her could do with power like that? Doesn't it make you fucking horny Mark?"

"N...no... please... it's not too late," whimpered Mark as the pain subsided and he slowly rose from the floor.

"Oh but it is," smirked Skylar. "Far too late for you at any rate. I already know what I have to do. Stage Three is about to begin and it's time for me to go from helpless victim of the Fit Bitch into it's true Mistress. But first I'm going to need to test out my theories and I'm going to need a henchman to serve my needs. With a little conditioning, you will be perfect."

Advancing on Mark - Skylar began to laugh as he backed away at the ruthless emptiness behind her eyes. He bumped up against the wall and groaned as she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. The pleasure this time was ten times stronger, the watch intensifying the sensations... making him want to do whatever Skylar asked him too.

Seeing him moaning in ecstasy and falling under her control, Skylar smiled and leaned in close. "Don't worry Mark - in a few hours time you'll be just as excited about my plans as I am. You're going to love what I turn you into. You're going to help me deal with Holly and that slut Ashley. She's not your girlfriend anymore... I AM. From now on, you're all mine."

She stopped stroking his cock and he groaned, desperately gasping as he willed the pleasure to return.

"Ple... please don't stop, oh fuck it feels amazing."

"Then say it Mark. Say it and I'll finish you off."

"I... I... I'm all yours."

And as Skylar pumped his dick with a huge grin on her face and Mark began to cum again - her mind filled with evil thoughts and desires as she thought about just how delicious Stage Three was going to be.

"Good boy. Now get the car, we have things to do."

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The car-radio was playing some dumb bitchy tunes as Mark sat and waited nervously for his Goddess to return. It was Skylar's favourite station, but he hated it. Seeing as that she wasn't here, he reached out to change the channel.

INCORRECT RESPONSE. MISTRESSES TASTES ARE NOW YOUR TASTES

Pain burned through Mark's body as the Fit Bitch on his wrist sent waves of agony through him and he screamed. He dropped his arm and hugged himself whilst the pain receded. Damn it, he'd forgotten for one moment that even when Skylar wasn't here - she was still pulling the strings. She was in control.

He began to sob.

It was only a few days since Skylar had seduced him at the apartment and taken over his life. She'd turned him into her slave and the worst bit was the conditioning was starting to become natural. Try as he might to fight it, the watch on his wrist was using pleasure and pain to program him into the perfect pet.

He patted nervously at his pockets. He wished he still had his mobile phone - Skylar had taken that from him, along with his wallet. He wondered whether Holly had contacted the police - whether she had tried to do anything to find him when he didn't return. He thought about his girlfriend Ashley.

ASHLEY IS PATHETIC - YOU HATE HER.

Mark heaved as the inadvertent thoughts of his girlfriend caused the Fit Bitch to activate and make him feel sick and nauseous . The fucking thing could read his mind. Desperately he thought of Skylar instead... her perfect body, her soft skin... the feel of her lips on his cock. At once disgust turned to pleasure.

YOU LOVE SKYLAR. SHE IS YOUR GODDESS

He groaned happily and knew that for all that he hated it, this conditioning was working. He already associated Ashley with feelings of disgust and he adored Skylar. It was getting harder and harder not to just want to serve her willingly.

He wondered what was taking her so long. She'd been inside Hyde.Incs headquarters for nearly an hour now, leaving him waiting in the car like a dog. An obedient dog... he was Skylar's bitch and he knew it.

The Fit Bitch rewarded him at that mental thought. The more subservient and worshipful he was of his Goddess, the better it made him feel.

GOOD BOY, GOOD BOY.

He moaned and lay back thinking of his Mistress and how eager he was to serve her.

He couldn't wait for Skylar to get back...

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Skylar felt no nervousness or concern as she sat in the board-room and sipped on the excellent coffee the cringing intern had brought her. Her lips curved into a cruel smile as she saw the beaten cur back out of the room - the Fit Bitch on his wrist clearly responsible for his obedient behaviour. It made her wet to see another broken boy and a desire to intensify her conditioning of Mark grew in her.

Patience.. it was only a few days since she started and he was coming along nicely. This man had probably been conditioned over weeks, maybe even years.

Skylar was everything Tyler had once been - intelligent, clever, perceptive and mentally-agile; but now married to the body of a mega-bitch and with the limitless desire to dominate and do evil. Being an evil slutty bitch was her overriding desire - she no longer felt lesser emotions such as fear or anxiety. Skylar knew that she was better than everyone else, and nothing would stop her. Not even Hyde.Inc.

She'd been made this way by this very companies products - their evil conditioning watch and their hormone laced protein products. She had been reborn thanks to Hyde.Inc and now she wanted answers.

"As you have noticed, we don't allow men to have any power here," purred a soft voice causing her to turn in her chair, "they either become female much as you did - or they become enslaved."

A woman had entered the room - obviously important. She wore a very expensive business suit and had blonde hair with attractive features. Skylar had met her before - a long time ago when she had been Tyler and this bitch had tried to buy her software from her.

"I remember you," she purred rising to shake hands with the other woman. "You're Erica."

The other woman smiled tightly, the two of them circling each other warily like cats. Skylar could see immediately this women was like her - but that made her dangerous. Erica was clearly bright, focused, devious and cruel.

"You're the owner of Hyde.Inc?"

Erica laughed, "Oh no - I'm pretty important but I'm not the owner. No - she prefers to work though other people. I'm her closest confidant though - so you can be assured if you're speaking to me, you are talking to someone with full authority to act."

"I see," said Skylar warily. "Let's not waste time. Your company sent Tyler all those products to turn him into me. Your little Fit Bitch unleashed his deepest darkest desires and allowed me to form. But why? To turn me into your slave? So I would sell Tyler's software to you?"

Erica grinned, "Well of course my darling. When Tyler refused to cooperate with us and like some damn fool began using his mental health software for free, we realised we needed to stop him. Pax is now downloaded onto millions of devices and with a little adjustment, a positive mental health app can become the perfect tool to program millions of minds. We are happy to give you what you need to develop it further and... weaponise it."

"Why... why help me obtain such power?" mused Skylar warily. "You know I'll just use it to help myself and get what I want. I'm not sharing anything with Hyde.Inc."

"We don't expect you to share anything. My boss is moving on to head up - other projects. She's been looking for a successor to become CEO of the company and has decided it should be you."

"Me? Why doesn't she want you to run the company?"

"I have other tasks to perform more suited to my interests. You on the other hand would be perfect to run this company and develop it's mind controlling technology further."

Skylar mused this over, "Okay - I'll bite - let's discuss the details of what you're proposing..."

Ercia smiled and pressed a button. Another pretty young woman with a warm smile entered the room carrying a series of folders. "I prepared the documents just as you wanted Erica," she grinned.

"Thank you Cookie," smiled Erica to Skylar, "She's my assistant from Norway - incredibly efficient, in fact this place would fall apart without her. We all have little nicknames for each other here."

"Whatever," scowled Skylar, "Just show me the details..."

The two women sat down to begin discussing their deal.

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

Skylar's head was whirling with possibilities as she exited the building an hour later. She giggled as she slid the contract she'd signed into her bag and looked at the building behind her. "All this is fucking mine now!" she gloated, pleased at the rush it gave her to know that in a month she would be pulling a seven figure salary and have all these people working under her.

She couldn't believe Erica had just given the company to her. Skylar was now a 20 year old CEO with all the wealth and power of Hyde.Inc behind her. The mysterious owner of the company continued to maintain a large portion of the shares, but the rest was hers. She wasn't sure what kind of game was being played here, but she didn't care. Now she could focus on merging the technology of her own discovery Pax with the Fit Bitch and other products produced by HER company.

Walking over to her car, she reflected that she'd have to buy a model more suited to an all powerful bitch like her soon. Perhaps a Bentley or a Porsche?

Her pussy was wet and she felt so fucking horny - her pouty lips twitched into a mean smile as she saw Mark sitting obediently in the car.

Sliding into the front seat, she slid it back as far as it would go and wiggled her daisy dukes down to show her tight shaven pussy. She giggled for a moment, remembering how she used to have a worthless dick down there - thanks to her transformation, that wasn't an issue anymore.

"Eat me out bitch," she laughed, grabbing Mark's head and forcing him down into the foot-well. He barely fit, even with the seat all the way back and awkwardly got to work as Skylar gripped his hair with her manicured fingers and forced his head down into her dripping pussy.

"Mmmmmh, eat me out loser - serve your Mistress!"

The Fit Bitch on Mark's wrist beep as it detected a work-out going on and began to monitor his life-signs. SATISFY YOUR MISTRESS - GOOD BOY, it flashed and Mark groaned as he was given a reward for pleasuring Skylar.

"You're going to be such an obedient boyfriend by the time I'm finished with you," groaned Skylar playing with her tits and not caring who saw them through the car window. "Ooooooh fuck, I have so many nasty plans to carry out... you're going to love what comes next baby. Make Goddess cum and then drive me home, I have some upgrades to make to my software..."

Skylar began to moan as Mark licked her clit - it felt so fucking good to be the Mistress.

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"Ma'am, please calm down and repeat that again. Your boyfriend has been kidnapped?"

Ashley's mascara was smeared and she wrung her hands together as the desk-sergeant in front of her tried to make sense of her hysterical sobs. She was shaking with stress and hadn't eaten in two days.

"Ye....yes. He... he's been kidnapped by my friend Tyler... only... we don't know if Tyler is still Tyler and we haven't seen either of them for days. We think Tyler is holding Mark hostage we..."

Ashley realised how crazy it all sounded even as she tried to explain. For three days she and Holly had been searching the neighbourhood. They'd tried everywhere they could think of, but they hadn't been able to find either of the guys.

BUZZZZZZ, BUZZZZZZZ.

Ashley was suddenly distracted by her phone vibrating. Checking it in case it was Mark, she saw to her disappointment it was just one of her apps automatically updating. Wait... it was the PAX mental health app. Like all of Tyler's friends, she'd installed the app to help him test the software - but if it was updating that means that Tyler must be releasing a new version.

UPDATING SOFTWARE - INSTALLING NEW PAX SOFTWARE TO BLUE-TOOTH DEVICES. HEADPHONES AND WATCH UPDATING...

Ashley gasped as her expensive smart-watch began to buzz too. What the fuck? Tyler's software was leapfrogging to all her connected blue-tooth devices. Her watch was being over-written with some sort of alternative software.

FIT BITCH V.1.1 INSTALLATION COMPLETE.

Her watch beeped and rebooted with a screen and a set-up she'd never seen before. What the fuck was going on?

Then her phone began to ring. It was Mark's number.

"Miss - Miss are you okay?" said the desk sergeant impatiently. He was old-fashioned and found all these smart devices tiresome. He also didn't have much time for time-wasters and that felt very much the case today.

"Wait, please - it's him. It's Mark. I have to take this."

Walking away from the desk, Ashley took a deep breath and answered. "Mark?"

"Hello Ashley," purred a woman's voice. "I'm afraid Mark is busy right now... but I thought I'd say hi. I'm Skylar. Hey, are you enjoying your visit to the police station?"

"What? Who the fuck are you? Where's Tyler... where's Mark? Wait - how did you know I'm at the police station?"

"Tyler is gone loser and Mark is MINE now bitch. As for how I know where you are, thanks to the watch you're wearing I now know everything about you. I know how fast your heart is beating, your exact location, where you've been today... EVERYTHING."

Ashley looked down at her wrist. The software update... it had to be something to do with that. She gasped in horror and went to rip off the watch.

"Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Ashley screamed as the pain blasted through her. It was the worst pain she'd ever felt - crippling and soul-destroying. Waves of nausea rose through her and every nerve was agony. She thrashed as the desk sergeant gave a cry and ran around to check on her.

Through the ringing in her ears Ashley could just about hear Skylar still speaking.

"Get rid of this fool and get out of the station. I can make the pain even worse if you disobey. If you try to tell him what's happening, I'll burn out every nerve in your body and you'll be in agony forever. Ring me back on this number when you're done."

The phone clicked off and Ashley groggily pulled herself up from the floor where she'd fallen.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she whimpered as the desk-sergeant helped her to her feet. "It was just the shock of hearing Mark - I've not eaten properly for days or slept. I need to go meet him, thanks for your help - but everything is fine now."

The desk-sergeant wasn't sure, but Ashley managed to talk him round and in minutes was stood outside the station, shaking in fear. She walked to her car and got in, ringing Mark's number and waiting for it to answer.

"Hello again Ashley. That little demonstration was most useful wasn't it," purred Skylar's satisfied voice. "Do you understand the power I hold over you now? To be honest, I wasn't sure my little software update would work. I wasn't sure an average smart-watch would contain the necessary technology to implement the control algorithms - but it turns out Hyde.Inc have been sneaking propriety hardware into their competitors smart devices. They just needed someone with a genius for software engineering to make it work... and I did it. It only took me 24 hours, I really am a genius."

Skylar laughed and Ashley felt a chill run down her spine.

"Not every smart watch or phone has the needed upgrades yet, but I estimate there are millions of devices world wide by now and certainly you and all our friends have them. All it takes is a little software update by me, and I can transform your once harmless watch into a Fit Bitch.

"Whhh, what do you want you bitch?" screamed Ashley.

"Why my dear. I want to test my upgrades. At the moment I've only upgraded your app - but in approximately a week I intend to activate a general release that will turn millions of users smart-devices into Fit Bitches under my control. Then I will truly become a Goddess. Now listen carefully - drive to this address and don't tell anyone where you are going. If you do - the Fit Bitch will activate and you'll be in SO much pain. Also, you'll learn that doing what I want makes you feel good. Really good. Do you understand. If so, say 'Yes Mistress.'"

"Yes," whimpered Ashley and she immediately felt a growing stab of pain.

"I mean yes Mistress." As she said the word Mistress, Ashley suddenly felt a wonderful feeling of release and pleasure. Her nipples tingled and her pussy throbbed and she felt such delicious pleasure. As the feeling receded, she found she wanted to say Mistress again - just to feel that pleasure.

"Haha, it's time for us to meet in person. Don't be long."

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The hotel suite was large and spacious - a penthouse apartment. Ashley felt her heart in her mouth as she knocked on the door and it opened to reveal her tormenter. She gasped as she caught sight of Skylar. She was beautiful, with a tight tempting body and a perfect wicked smile. She walked with a bitchy, self-assured confidence and made Ashley feel small instantly.

"Hello Ashley. I'd say nice to meet you, but we have met before. Of course - I was a different person then."

"Wh.... I don't understand," whimpered Ashley as she walked in demurely... feeling a threatening buzz from her wrist every time she even tried to think about violence towards Skylar.

"Haha - haven't you worked it out loser, I used to be that pathetic idiot Tyler."

Ashley was stunned. It couldn't be true - it just couldn't. Except - now she looked more closely, she could see that perhaps there was something in those beautiful features that was familiar. "No... you can't be him. Tyler was the kindest, most loyal, most selfless person I ever met!"

"Haha, and I'm the meanest, bitchiest, most selfish slut you'll ever encounter Ashley," purred Skylar. "Ohhhh you have NO idea how fucking good it felt to destroy Tyler and make him into me. I cummed SO fucking hard as he died and I replaced him. He's gone now and I'm in charge."

"No - there must be some part of Tyler left in there. Please - it isn't too late."

"Oh it is Ashley. At least - it's far too late for you. You're my fucking slave now and soon you'll enjoy it, just like Mark is starting to."

"Where is he?"

"Oh, he's out doing some errands. I don't want you two to meet until I've had a chance to test my latest innovation. You see - when I started playing around with PAX and working out how to corrupt an average smart watch - I also started to play around with other blue-tooth devices. Now it's time to test that too. Put on your blue-tooth headphones."

"No, I won't," stammered Ashley. "I won't let you experiment on me any..."

YOU MUST OBEY MISTRESS, flashed her watch.

The pain was intense and Ashley groaned in agony. "Ahhhh - okay. I'll do it."

Reaching into her handbag she found her earphones and shakily inserted them. Skylar grinned and picking up her own phone pressed a button.

Ashley winced as a wash of sound - strange static and high pitched whining flooded her ears. Swooning she fell onto the bed, jerking as her nervous system was overwhelmed by sound.

Then she heard Skylar's voice.

I am a bitch... I am an evil spoiled brat. I want to be just like Skylar.

Ashley groaned as her Fit Bitch began to send pulses of pleasure and the hypnotic voice intensified.

I want Skylar to become more powerful. She is my bestie - I love sharing my boyfriends cock with her. We are total bitches together.

"Nooooooooo," she whimpered - but the voice was powerful and when she listened to it and accepted what it was saying - pleasure pulsed through her body.

I am Skylar's friend. I am a bitch. I am evil.

"I... am... a bitch..." groaned Ashley, her hand slipping down to her panties as her resistance crumbled and her eyes rolled up into her head as she entered a hypnotic trance. Watching with curiosity, Skylar smirked and increased the intensity of the programming using her app.

"I knew I could perfect the conditioning - mmmmmh, Ashley's brain is going to be so fucked up by the time I'm done with her."

Ashley moaned in pleasure - then in pain - as the programming taught her that to obey Skylar was to know satisfaction and to disobey was to know pain. As she watched Ashley begin to finger herself and moan wetly in pleasure - Skylar began to do the same. This was so fucking hot... corrupting other people was SO much fun.

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

Holly was starting to panic. "Ashley... Ashley where the fuck are you? I've tried ringing you six times. Please answer."

Dropping her phone onto the bed, she pulled at her hair in anguish. "This can't be happening - THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING."

First Tyler had abandoned her, then Mark had disappeared and now Ashley was gone. The last she'd heard, her friend had been going to the police station - but now she had also vanished and according to the unhelpful desk-sergeant, Ashley had chosen not to file a report after all.

It was like her world was being systematically dismantled. A few weeks ago she had been so happy. She'd been so proud of her wonderful boyfriend and all the good things he was doing. Now everything was falling apart and she didn't know what to do.

Suddenly her phone buzzed. Picking it up, her heart missed a beat as she saw she had a message from Ashley. It was an address - a luxury hotel nearby and it simply said 'Help Me.'

Trembling in fear and in anxiety, Holly grabbed her things and ran to her car. Ashley needed her help - she had to go. She was the only one left, but somehow... she would stop this from going any further. She would find Tyler and she would put this right. Whatever was going on - it stopped today. It would end - one way or the other.

She drove to the hotel... she took the lift to the penthouse... she crept to the door as indicated and found it ajar. Pushing it open she stepped inside.

"Ashley?"

And darkness took her...

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

Waking groggily, Holly had a moment of panic as she remembered strong arms around her, and a cloying scent in her mouth as someone clamped something over her mouth. She realised immediately she was tied to a chair and it had been positioned to command a perfect view of the room. On her wrist a Fit Bitch had been strapped. She looked at it in confusion and then surveyed the room.

On the bed sat a smirking woman - beautiful and wicked looking. Behind her, arms folded with an equal smirk stood Ashley. She was now dressed in tight bitchy clothes just like Skylar - her hair and makeup done immaculately. She giggled at Holly's expression of shock - her transformation into Skylar's loyal mini-me complete.

"Look at her Sky... she is SUCH a fucking loser. I can't believe she fell for it."

In the corner of the room stood Mark. He was impassive - his face neutral as he regarded her coldly, and in his hand he still held the chloroform that had been used to drug her.

"You're right Ash. She is a fucking loser and now she's totally fucked," giggled Skylar as she winked at her former lover.

"T... Tyler... is that you?"

Holly recognised her boyfriend immediately. He had been horribly transformed, but she would always know her Tyler.

A slight wince of pain appeared on Skylar's face for a moment and she smoothed it over quickly with a scowl.

"Tyler - oh my God. What have they done to you?" There was so much love and compassion in that voice that to Skylar's surprise she felt a swell of love and emotion for Holly rise up.

"Shut up," snapped Skylar as she twitched uncomfortably. "Your useless fucking boyfriend is dead... I'm in control now and this is my victory we're about to see."

And yet inside - inside an old voice was rising.

Oh my God - what am I doing? What have I become?

Skylar grit her teeth as she suddenly realised that not every-part of Tyler was dead. He was still inside her and growing stronger as Holly recalled all the love and affection they had once shared.

"Uggghhh, I thought this might happen. That's why I left you till last," groaned Skylar rubbing her temples. "That's why I wanted you awake and un-programmed - to witness my final ascension."

Wait - it's not too late - I don't have to go through with this.

"Mark and Ashley. You know what to do."

Skylar shivered as she picked up her blue-tooth headphones and slid them into her ears. Now she could no longer hear Holly. Looking her former girlfriend in the eyes, she grinned - but weaker than she would have liked and began to undress.

No... wait... maybe this isn't what I want after all?

Skylar groaned, "I have... to hurry. I'm... I'm turning back into Tyler. I didn't think the conditioning would be vulnerable."

Ashley scowled at Holly. "You idiot - you're ruining everything. Luckily Skylar was prepared for this."

"Ashley - what has she done to you?"

The headphones began to buzz and whine as the hypnotic programming she had tested on Ashley earlier on began to work on her as well.

There is only Skylar. You love being an evil bitch. Tyler is gone.

"Yessssss," hissed Skylar, arching her back and moaning.

Holly means nothing to you. You are finally free.

"NO! Tyler, don't do this!" screamed Holly fighting against her bindings as the pulses of pleasure throbbed through Skylar - reinforcing her programming and self-corrupting her into a bitch forever.

This is what you want. To be evil, powerful and spoiled forever. You want this for yourself. You want to be the Goddess. You want to be Skylar.

"YES!" groaned Skylar as she beckoned Mark over. "I want to be the fucking GODDESS! Come here and fuck me baby."

Mark hesitated - looking at Ashley in confusion. She scowled and snapped her fingers. "What the fuck are you looking at me for Mark? You heard Skylar, go fuck her you dumbass."

Laughing she pulled Mark's hard cock out of his pants for him and pumping it dragged him over to Skylar. "Here you go Sky... I can't wait to see him fuck you."

Skylar spread her legs wide with a moan she slid Mark's fat cock into her tight body.

"Yes take that fat cock" moaned Ashley as she eagerly watched Skylar get pumped by her boyfriend with devotion in her eyes.

Rubbing her clit, Skylar laughed as her eyes rolled back in her head and the headphones in her ears throbbed and reinforced her own corrupt programming. "I AM SUCH A FUCKING BITCH Hahahahaha! YES I wanna be evil FOREVER! Wipe that fucking loser out. Make me a GODDESS."

The last of Tyler was absorbed - his brain completely rewired to become Skylar's. It was over, she had won completely.

"Lie on the bed - I want to ride you. Ash bring that loser here."

Skylar giggled as she began to bounce up and down on Mark's cock and her new bestie dragged Holly's face nice and close so she could see every inch going in and out of her pussy.

With a groan, Skylar began to cum... rubbing furiously till her pussy erupted and she began to squirt. Holly cried as Skylar drenched her and hot pussy juices ran down her face... mingling with her tears.

Sliding off Mark and contemptuously pushing his cock away as if it didn't matter Skylar advanced and slid the headphones out. There was nothing now - no hint of Tyler left in her cold blue eyes. She giggled as she pushed her pussy into Holly's face and the other girl tried to twist away in disgust.

"Ohhh don't worry Holly. I'll help make the pain go away. Soon you'll feel so happy being my friend. I'm going to add you to my squad. Watching you become an evil bitch like me and Ash will be so much fun."

"Ashley... make her into one of us and make sure she is a TOTAL fucking bitch. I want you and Holly by my side forever."

"My pleasure," laughed Ashley with a hot gleam in her eyes. "Don't worry Holly - it feels so good to be bad."

Holly whimpered as her new Fit Bitch began to vibrate and Ashley laughed. "From now on you idiolise Skylar and you want to be just like her. I'm going to fuck your brain up so bad you'll forget you were ever a good girl. I'm going to make you super fucking nasty."

Skylar wasn't paying attention as Holly was made into one of them. She was already thinking about the next part of her plan.

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

It was just a normal day like any other when the updates started to arrive. Across the world, millions of users of the free mental health app PAX were suddenly surprised to find their phones, watches and headphones all upgrading.

Most people didn't think anything of it... not until the first instructions started to arrive.

In a million bedrooms across the world, men and women masturbated and whimpered as their new programming took. In a million bedrooms across the world - the first worshippers of a new Goddess were born. In a million bedrooms across the world, the conditioning started.

And high up in a luxurious office on the top floor of Hyde.Inc, Skylar watched it all. The world would soon be hers.

Flanked by Holly and Ashley - the three bitches wore identical smirks as they watched the roll out.

"Fuck yeah," purred Holly - "you are a genius Sky."

And in an even more exclusive office a thousand miles away in London, a soft pair of pink lips curved into a smile and a manicured fingernail crossed off yet another successful project from her list.

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f transformation #m2f corruption #corruption #good to evil

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extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge.

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day.

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again.

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks.

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,” Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away.

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

☆☆☆

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you.

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-”

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?”

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades.

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants.

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-”

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure.

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.”

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight.

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp.

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high.

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock.

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door.

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.”

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat.

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out.

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there.

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk.

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs.

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over.

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