Penelope’s face was screwed into an expression of disgust. She simply could not understand why her friend Janette was debasing herself like this. Leveraging her looks and her sexuality for admission to some crappy club? Unthinkable.
“J-Jan. Stop it!”
She almost didn't understand what she was doing as she strode over and grabbed Janette by the wrist. Hoping to help her friend reverse this demeaning course of action. She struggled to maintain her grip as memory after memory were re-written.
Had her friend always been a wild, vivacious man-eating slut? It...kinda made sense. At least, her memories seemed to confirm it.
Penelope’s mouth popped open and her eyes grew wide as the new reality started to replace the old one. She thought she recalled Janette having a boyfriend. But that thought was replaced by the memory of a lurid story. Janette had regaled them all with the story of this cute guy she saw at a club once. Identified as her prey and hunted down. Cornering him in the bathroom stall and knocking out a quick fuck before parting ways. Never to cross paths again.
That was the space in Penelope’s mind that the guy she thought was Janette’s boyfriend now occupied. She struggled for a minute before realizing she didn’t even know his name anymore. Or, like...She never knew his name?
She looked around. The doorman was confused. Her friends were confused. But Jan looked absolutely fine. Cool, confident and collected as always. Hadn’t she come over here to help? This was just what Jan did. It didn’t seem like she needed any help.
Except for backup, maybe.
Penelope’s mind once again fought to parse what was going on as a shudder ran through her body. And not just from the cold. A wave traveled through Jan’s body and into hers from where she was grabbing her friend’s wrist. What the sensation was, she could not say. But she was suddenly very horny. And really, really confused.
Her friends stared on as she helplessly transformed. Her dark black clubbing dress began shifting around her body. Cycling shapes and colours as she struggled to maintain her balance on a pair of heels that were morphing to become increasingly precarious.
As she tottered and stumbled, her blonde hair extensions started growing. From a cute little silky bob to a cascading mess of bouncy golden curls. Her tastefully applied dark makeup was beginning to bloom into a metallic gold look. Contrasting brilliantly with her dark brown skin.
She blinked in confusion as her mind reeled from the roiling mess of new and old memories within her.
Hadn’t she tried very hard in school to get a good career? Countless hours of cramming for tests and studying until she thought she might explode out of sheer boredom were rapidly draining away from her. Her absolute faith in herself and her own intelligence was being replaced by the belief that her pretty face was what mattered. That her curvy body was her sole identity. Besides, boys didn’t like smart girls. They liked dumb girls who made them feel smart.
She tried to speak, tried to protest. But the only sound she found herself capable of making was a little throat noise with little force behind it. The intelligence behind her beautiful eyes slowly drained away as she realized she was powerless to stop herself from becoming exactly what she hated.
Memories of her stupid, awkward dating years started to change. She had struggled and stumbled through legions of fuckboys. Eventually landing on her feet. Knowing enough about herself and what she wanted to find men who wanted her as an equal, a partner. It had been gruelling but so worth it. All of that was being replaced by a ditzy, horny slut. One who loved to get down on her knees and suck as much dick as possible.
It was simple. Boys liked it when a pretty girl wanted to put their cocks in her mouth. And she loved making boys happy. Lived for it. It was how she measured her value as a woman. By how many boys showed their approval of her with their hard cocks.
Penelope blinked her confusion as the magic seemed to finally settle. She found her footing in a pair of sparkly gold stripper heels. Her massively expanded ass was wrapped tightly into a form fitting pair of black booty shorts. Leaving absolutely nothing of the size or shape of her gorgeously bubbly, enormously round ass to the imagination.
Not to be outdone, her perky little boobies had ballooned out into a whopping huge set of tits. An absolutely immense pair of beautiful black knockers. Stuffed into a glittery gold sequin crop top. With tiny spaghetti straps that were strained taught with the effort of containing her heaving breasts. The flimsy, sparkly top sported ample cleavage. She specifically remembered picking it out so no one had a choice but to stare at her big titties.
Her eyes darted back and forth as she tried to remember why she had walked up and grabbed Jan. It was hard to put her finger on exactly. She was either a strong, independent woman. Or, like, a giggly flirty little slut.
It was one or the other, but not both.
She looked up at Jan. Her friend with the outrageously wild outfit. Saw the way she had been throwing herself at this big, muscly bouncer. And then she looked at herself in the reflection of the club window.
“...Slut” She said out loud. Mostly to herself. She was a slut. The serious, severe Penelope was gone. Her old personality was rapidly shrinking away to nothing. Leaving behind nothing but a vapid little whore who giggled, flirted and sucked her way through life. It was a man’s world and she had what men wanted. Legs, lips, tits and ass for days. It was who she was. It was what she was. Nothing but a beautiful, spacy airhead with little discernible personality of her own. Which made it easier for men to project their desires onto her. And make her into exactly what they wanted. Just the way she liked it.
Having finally remembered who, and what she was. Penelope recalled that she was here to help Jan slut it up with the hunky door guy. Being a woman was, above all else, a competition with other girls. She couldn’t just let Jan outdo her here. Even if they were friends.
Penelope demurred her head downwards as she cast her eyes up. Slowly rocking her body back and forth. To show off the goods. “Stop wasting his time Jan. He’s obviously into black girls. Right?”
Penelope’s eyes were expectant as she bit her finger. Waiting for an answer.
“I...Uhh” The poor guy looked like his resolve was about to break.
“Just imagine your huge, hard dick between my fat fucking titties” She leaned over and squeezed her shoulders together. To emphasize the sheer magnitude of her incredible tits. “You can cum on my face, if you want. Just ruin my fucking makeup with your hot jizz. Yummy” She closed her eyes and slowly liked her lips. Revelling in the cheap thrill of making an absolute whore of herself in public.
Her eyes opened wide one more time. The last spark of resistance was bubbling up within her. A tiny, little ember of her old self. Fighting to tell herself that this was wrong. That she was a beautiful, intelligent, capable woman. One who would never degrade herself for any reason or for any man.
And in an instant, it was gone again. Drowned forever beneath the sea of lust that had overcome her mind. She smiled broadly as she realized she really was just a slut now. A fun, flirty fuck-toy for boys to spank or choke. Or whatever the fuck they wanted, really. Men ruled the world. And she was just another pretty, cock sucking slut who lived in that world. God she was fucking horny.
Jan was aghast. How dare Penelope try to out whore her. “I can take twice as much dick as this slut! Bring one of your burly bouncer friends along with you and find out”
“Ugh, Jan. You’re being a total whore! Plus, like. I’ll take three guys. I don’t give a fuck”
Penelope and Jan continued their stupid little argument while Laura and Danica stared on. Almost exactly as confused as the bouncer. Not knowing what to do next.
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