“Babe, before we go anywhere I’ve got to alter your body some more. If you really want to show off and make me look good you need some instant cosmetic surgery—courtesy of the box.” Rick pulled out the box and began to imagine exactly how Jim needed improving.
“Are you sure that’s necessary Rick?” Jim-Babe interrupted. “You turned me into a knock-out the first time around. I don’t remember hearing any complaints when my lips were wrapped around you big dick or when you were shoving your cock into my tight pussy.” Jim stuck his ample chest out a little further and put a hand on his right hip to emphasize his figure.
Rick just stared at Jim’s new form for a few moments before he decided to gently ‘remind’ Babe of her new position. “Jim you’re not being fair, when I changed you the first time I had no idea what would happen.” Rick clutched the box tightly. Now that we know how it works you want me to change you whenever and however I like.”
Jim-Babe felt a familiar tingle as the box began to work its magic. “That’s right,” she added matter-of-factly.
“Jim you gave me control of the box because you trust me more than life itself.” Rick was really rolling now….
“I do.” Jim-Babe answered meekly. “You would never do anything to hurt me. We’re best friends.”
“Oh we’re more than best friends now Babe. You’re a big-breasted, submissive, slut who just happens to be my devoted girlfriend.”
“More than anything you stud,” Jim-Babe responded lustfully.
“You’re such a satisfied slut that you love it whenever I use this box to change you. If I give you bigger tits or a more luscious ass it reinforces your dreams of becoming a world-famous big-bust entertainer. With myself as your #1 lover, of course.”
Jim-Babe nodded slowly, with an excited look in her eyes.
“In fact, back when you used to be a guy your obsession with big tits was always because you secretly wished to be a busty woman. Your transformation into my ultimate fantasy girl is the greatest thing to ever happen to you.” Rick was getting himself all worked up at how skillfully he was altering Jim’s mind to suit his desires; while making sure that Babe would enjoy herself every step of the way (ensuring that he could circumvent any possible curse).
Jim-Babe stared back at Rick for a few minutes, trying to remember if just what he was saying was true. Through an odd haze Jim could picture himself as a guy, masturbating to huge-titted pornstars and making sweet love to his former girlfriend Sharon. But the images slowly became clearer. She could remember the old Jim stealing his mother’s bras and panties so he could dress-up and perform a little strip-tease in the mirror for an imaginary audience of horny guys. She could also recall dressing up with Sharon and letting her dominate ‘him’ in bed with a strap-on. She could see her old self begging Sharon to force the phallus into her mouth and smear it over ‘his’ chest; just as her favorite porn idols would do when they performed with a man.
As the new reality sunk in with Jim-Babe she looked back at Rick with nervous anticipation. She didn’t know just how her lover was going to change her next but the very thought of him holding total control of her body and mind in his hands by way of the box was making her skin flushed, her cunt moist, and her nipples diamond hard.
It wouldn’t take an idiot long to realize the box had done its job and Rick knew it almost immediately.
“Now where was I?” Rick said mockingly. “Oh that’s right, we wanted you to look even sexier….” “Once I give you bigger tits and an ass that would make Vida Guerra jealous then we can head to Sharon’s birthday party. That way I’ll be treated like the mightiest pimp in the land and you’ll be able to upstage your ex on her own turf.”
Mon Oct 03 20:56:58 2005