Author's Note: Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, all rights reserved. Enjoy!

RepliKate and the BunnyGirls

by Fidget

RepliKate impatiently waited for the patrol to walk by, activating her powers as she stepped into the hallway behind them. The classy, dark evening gown that molded itself to her smooth curves vanished suddenly, leaving her ample assets fully nude for an almost-imperceptible instant as she strode down the hall before rough Kevlar materialized around her body, wrapping her in dark blue body armor as a standard-issue visored helmet obscured her elegant features. She adopted the no-nonsense gait of a professional paramilitary guard, and reached a manicured finger down to switch on the radio at her hip, whose intermittent barking would allow her to avoid guard hotspots as she continued her infiltration.

Her first stop was the air defense control room, where she quickly disabled the automatic defenses once the single technician on duty had been dispatched. She now only had a limited amount of time before her presence was discovered, but it should be more than enough to complete her mission.

RepliKate made her way to central command, saluting the few soldiers she passed along the way, who had no reason to suspect someone who looked so much like they did.

The final test was the gaggle of guards outside the double doors that led to the Commander's office, but to her surprise, her flimsy claim that she had an "urgent message from Communications for the Commander. Eyes only," was somehow enough to merit being waved through with only a glance at her badge. Kate had been prepared for a firefight at this stage of the operation, but she would certainly settle for disappointingly lax security instead. Still, she couldn't really blame them. They had no reason to believe that someone could have gotten this deep into the compound without notice. But, RepliKate wasn't just anyone.

Commander Conquer looked up in surprise from his desk as an ordinary guard burst into his private office.

"What are you doing in here? There better be a good reason for this interruption," the tall man with the impressive mustache stated imperiously as he looked down at the interloper over folded hands, believing himself to be entirely in charge of the situation. His green and yellow camouflaged fatigues clashed severely with the dark blue body armor worn by all of his soldiers, and for just an instant Kate thought his crimes against fashion were already more than enough to warrant taking him in.

"Sir, there's no time! We have to secure the room!" RepliKate insisted as she bounded toward his desk.

"What? Who are you? What's your operating number?" The flustered Commander spluttered, losing his carefully cultivated composure as the guard quickly rounded the desk, drew her pistol, and placed it against his temple. She was glad to have chosen a uniform with a sidearm this time. It made things a bit less messy. Or more messy, depending on the mission.

"Commander Conquer, you are under arrest for organizing an armed insurrection, and will now accompany me back to the International Court to stand trial for your crimes", she stated matter-of-factly, lifting her visor to reveal her famous features.

"RepliKate! I should have known! What makes you think I'll-," the commander started, before slumping over as Kate injected a tranquilizer into his neck. Her target incapacitated, she deftly reached down to switch her radio frequency to the one used by her International Alliance allies.

"Command? It's RepliKate. I've got our man and we are clear for exfiltration," she said, dragging the limp body of the commander out onto his private helipad. Seconds later, a helicopter dropped onto the pad in front of her as a pair of IA troopers hopped down to help load the unconscious prisoner. With no alarm from air defense, by the time the commander's guards realized something was wrong, their leader was already gone.

After strapping herself in to her jumpseat, an instant later Kate was once again wearing the elegant evening gown from before the mission. The eyes of the other soldiers in the helicopter widened at the change, not only because of RepliKate's reputation or their own awe at seeing her legendary powers in action, but also because of the flash of creamy skin they thought they saw during her clothing's transformation.

Used to the stares, Kate settled in to enjoy the ride back to base. It was just another successful day on the job for RepliKate, valiant copycat superhero of the International Alliance.

"Another job well done RepliKate. You've just saved the lives of the hundreds of thousands of people who were under the thumb of that deranged warlord." Her department chief had a proud smile on her face as she congratulated her.

"Only doing my job, ma'am."

Kate was currently replicating her official IA uniform, which she kept stored back at her locker. RepliKate hadn't actually put on clothing in decades, but the duplicated garments themselves were completely real and perfectly accurate as long as they were on her body. Even so, however, she often had to be a bit careful, because though she could adopt any clothing and accessories she wanted at any time, her face remained the same, and she was very recognizable.

"It looks as though there's no rest for the weary, however. A new job has come in - it's a shady organization running a series of bunny-themed brothels, but not much is known about them. We think they may be engaging in sex slavery, but, like I said, we have no proof. We need you to infiltrate the largest of these brothels and collect intel on their operations."

How disgusting, Kate thought to herself, more than eager to help with taking down such a heinous organization. "You can count on me, ma'am."

The squat, nondescript building had no windows, but it wasn't overly difficult to sneak through the loading dock and conceal herself in the back of the lobby, where she was able to catch enough of a glimpse of the bunny girls inside to activate her powers. Kate had wanted to replicate a technician's uniform, but after a few hours of observation it was clear that none of the technicians ever made their way into either the loading dock or the lobby, and she currently had no other way of seeing what their uniforms looked like.

Still, after actually seeing the bunny suits in person, RepliKate was horrified at just how obscene they were. She had a job to do, however, so she focused her concentration on one of the girls walking by and instinctively activated her powers.

An instant later RepliKate shuddered in disgust at the latex wrapped around her torso, encasing some of it, but leaving the majority of her body bare. It was slightly reassuring to know that her suit was a manifestation of her own powers, but the amount of skin it put on display still bothered her, as did what the suit stood for. She didn't need to give herself a once-over, since her powers always replicated uniforms perfectly, but she did so anyway. Sure enough, she was now in a pornographic black bunnysuit, complete with long ears, a puffy tail, and even a tiny bowtie, mirroring all of the other women flouncing around the lobby.

The headband from which her new ears sprouted felt oddly tight against her head, almost as if it were connected to her somehow, and it sounded like there was a low hum coming from where it met her scalp. Probably just motors for animatronics or something, Kate thought, directing her attention toward the rest of her ridiculous getup.

The "bra" portion of the suit was a quarter-cup, which, with the perfect fit her powers guaranteed, meant that her large, fully-revealed C-cup breasts and naked nipples stood proud and perky off of her chest, jiggling and bouncing on their small shelf whenever she moved. This was also as high as the suit's coverage went, leaving the entire rest of her chest and shoulders exposed up to her choker bowtie. From the sides the suit dove down to the small of her back, revealing everything to the eye, from her shapely shoulder blades to her toned lats to the soft, smooth skin of her lower back. Moreover, as was perhaps to be expected from a brothel, the BunnySuits were all crotchless, allowing easy access to her vagina as it and the lower curve of her asscheeks hung out the bottom, emphasizing just where the BunnyGirls' value to the Company lay. Black stiletto heels completed the outfit, ensuring that Kate would be putting the creamy skin of her toned thighs and tight ass on display with every step.

Despite technically never wearing clothes, Kate still felt a deep embarrassment at being forced to wear an outfit that was so revealing and objectifying in front of so many people. Still, she knew that it would be more than worth the discomfort to take these bastards down, and so she adopted a confident stride as she stepped out from behind her potted plant into the large lobby that served as the customer reception area.

"Sister!" she immediately heard from her left, and upon turning, saw a busty bunny whose smooth motions practically oozed sex gliding across the floor toward her. Her breasts were unrealistically large for her frame, and her thick nipples stood out proudly above her deceptively strong shelf bra. Kate would have assumed they were implants if not for the obviously organic way they jiggled as she walked, and the way the bunny swayed across the floor gave an arousing impression of erotic, welcoming eagerness, as though one only had to ask to be whisked off to a private room where one could experience all of the pleasures of her tantalizing flesh. Under any other circumstances Kate would have been jealous of the woman's overwhelming sex appeal, and with her own bisexual tendencies, Kate couldn't deny the lust the mere presence of this woman evoked within her. Her eyes briefly flicked down to the tasty folds advertised by the woman's crotchless bunny suit, inviting and encouraging Kate's guilty glance.

This bunny didn't act like a woman who had been unwillingly sold into sex slavery and was just playing a role to avoid punishment. On the contrary, even with just the two of them present, she still seemed all too eager to stoke the lusts of those around her, just like all of the other bunnies RepliKate had seen in her brief glance around the room, who also seemed genuinely excited to offer themselves for pleasure to the few men milling around. The girls seemed like a team of trained professionals who prided themselves on, and thoroughly enjoyed, their work. More than anything, though, the girls seemed... happy. Fulfilled even. Something wasn't adding up.

"Yes Sister!" RepliKate immediately responded, pushing her initial thoughts and impressions of the bunnies out of her mind. This was it. The job had officially started. Kate basked in the addicting rush of adrenaline she always felt at the start of a new mission, and steeled herself for her performance. From this point on, for all intents and purposes, she was a BunnyGirl.

"A Customer in Room 12 requires your services," the enchanting vision dressed in a sexy bunny suit said, turning to lead the way.

"Yes Sister!" Kate fell into step behind the woman, doing her best to imitate the impossible sway of her exaggerated hips.

She was soon led into a small room off the main corridor, where a fat, balding, middle-aged man lay naked on a bed eyeing the two bunnies' uncovered breasts and vaginas hungrily.

RepliKate watched the other bunny seductively stride over to the bed on her tall heels and bend over at the waist to gently take a stack of cash from the man while he buried his face in her breasts and roughly groped her. When he had finished, the bunny turned around, presenting her thick ass so that he could stick an eager hand between her legs for a few seconds as well. Kate viewed the euphoric smile on the bunny's face with utter disbelief as he felt her up, before the bunny finally straightened up to walk away. As she did so, however, the man gave her ass a resounding SMACK, but even that only resulted in the bunny turning halfway around as she retreated to give him a coquettish look of flushed arousal, and then she swayed the rest of the way out of the room as the handprint on her bouncing asscheek turned bright pink.

Kate was disgusted at the display. How could that woman allow herself to be treated like that, much less encourage it? She didn't have time to let herself dwell on the thought though, as she now had more immediate problems to deal with.

Ok, I have to get out of-DING I have to please this customer, right? she finished asking herself, already knowing the answer. Of course she had to please the Customer. That was her function, and the Customer had paid very well for her use, Kate thought to herself, suddenly finding a new appreciation for the sexy transaction she had just witnessed. How else could BunnyCorp cover the cost of Kate's upkeep and maintenance, so that she could continue to serve their Customers' sexual needs?

This time Kate was the one who swayed over to the bed, her toned curves flexing and bouncing enticingly as she bent over and cupped her breasts in the Customer's face, waiting for his approval. The Customer's eyes lit up, and he dove into her cleavage, suckling and biting as Kate moaned encouragingly, stoically ignoring the pain, before sliding her soft, elegant body into the bed alongside him.

She waited for the Customer to take the lead, but he just lay back on the bed, looking up at her impatiently. This was exactly the answer Kate needed to get to work, of course, and so she swung one leg of her BunnyBod over his torso, straddling him, before leaning forward to dangle her breasts in his face once again as her left hand fished around behind her leg for his small, erect phallus. Finally finding it, she eagerly placed it against her tight entrance and slowly slid down, engulfing him in her warmth and wetness, which before had only felt the touch of the most attractive athletes, actors, and models in the world.

Even so, Kate felt right at home pleasing her Customer, her soft skin gliding over his torso, her nipples tracing up and down his chest as his stiff little cock slid in and out of her tight superhero body. Her Customer lay limp beneath her, satisfied to let her do all of the work. Instead, he stared up into the enchanting face of the BunnyGirl riding his cock while her ears bobbed at her efforts, until sudden recognition came into his eyes.

"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Of course you do, Sir. I'm your Bunny!" Kate insisted without slowing her pace as her self-preservation instinct kicked in. Even so, however, her statement felt oddly appropriate.

The man chuckled and lay back down as RepliKate continued her work. She was glad to be able to relax a bit after her close call, and turned her attention back to the enjoyable sensations of pleasing her Customer, continuing to slowly slide his small dick in and out of her silky pussy as it twitched weakly inside of her.

All too soon, the inevitable happened, and the Customer gave a series of high-pitched wheezes as he lost control inside her body. Kate was just glad the Customer was enjoying himself, and tried to get as much of his small penis inside her as she could as it continued to feebly ooze his seed into her shallows.

Once her BunnyPussy had done its job, she waited patiently and dutifully as he enjoyed a few final thrusts between her slick folds before pulling out. The instant he did so, RepliKate was finally able and ready to spring into action-DING ready to slide off the bed and sink down onto her knees. As always, Kate had performed her role perfectly, but even so, it had been the temptation of her sexy BunnyBod and slick, enticing BunnyPussy that had caused the customer to pleasurably spend himself inside of her, and now that the customer's cock was covered in their combined juices, it was her responsibility as a dutiful BunnyGirl to see that his valued equipment was properly cleansed of the residue of her actions.

She gently took the Customer's small, slimy, flaccid penis into her mouth and began to suck and clean with her tongue, happy to be of such use. She was careful not to overstimulate, because the Customer's cock was still sensitive from using her body, and even though it gave a few weak twitches in her mouth, the customer was older, and of below average fitness, so there was little chance of a repeat performance from her ministrations.

When she had finished, she felt a certain odd freedom after completing her task, and decided to leave the room. On her way out, still brimming with pleasure at having satisfied her Customer so thoroughly, Kate suddenly remembered that she needed to infiltrate-DING needed to spend some time in the cleaning closet before interacting with the other customers. She abruptly turned around in the middle of the room and walked back across to the small door set in the opposite wall. Inside was what looked like a futuristic janitor's closet, complete with a cleaning pod.

She briefly thought about using this chance to do something drastic, but she did really want to clean herself out after her time with the Customer so that she would be ready for re-use by her next appointment, so she lowered herself into the cleaning pod, noting that her mind was free of *DING*s as she decided to do so.

Once settled comfortably into her pod, Kate was finally free to think about her exertions with the man in the room as her cleaning cycle began. Her actions had felt perfectly natural at the time, but now that she could reflect on them, she recognized that not only were they antithetical to who she was as a person, but they also perfectly matched the behavior she had seen from her BunnyGirl companion. She had been acting like a BunnyGirl herself without even meaning to, up to and including fucking an ugly old man bareback for money, and she hadn't even realized how out of place it was at the time.

Heck, even now thinking about how her Customer had used her body felt somehow normal and appropriate, (and even sexy, she thought as the machine deftly cleaned the cum that was running down her legs, leaving pleasurable tingles in their wake), and only in hindsight with the benefit of her training did she recognize that anything about the situation was amiss.

Oh no. That could only mean that they were using some sort of mind control technology, Kate realized as the cleaning pod inserted what felt like a small metal dildo into her vagina. She felt a tingle of pleasure as it cleaned her out, preparing her BunnyBod for her next Customer before finally releasing her. Kate noticed a second door in the small room, and upon going through it, found herself in the main hall once more as she continued her ruminations.

The mind control tech must be stored in the BunnySuit, and then when my powers perfectly replicated the suit, it began affecting me like it had all of the other girls! Even in her panic it now felt perfectly natural for Kate to throw a seductive sway into her walk like a horny Bunny in heat, swinging her puffy tail around above her powerful glutes that flexed as she strutted, shown off by the tight latex they were encased in. That didn't bode well. It seemed like each mental adjustment was permanent, and also likely cumulative.

She also vaguely recalled hearing a DING whenever she had decided to do something out of character for a Bunny. Hmm, as long as I do what I'm supposed to, I don't get corrected, she thought as she swayed back to the central lobby, before recoiling in disgust and correcting herself. As long as I act like a Bunny prostitute, my suit doesn't override my mind and add another layer of mental compulsion. No wonder the Bunnies seemed to enjoy their jobs so well.

I just have to make sure to not-DING ignore the other Customers! she thought, heading out into the central greeting room to tempt the men there with all of the appealing skin she had on display. She joined the many other BunnyGirls circulating the room, showing off her body however she could, and it wasn't long before her efforts were rewarded with quite a few eager gropes, for which she happily stuck out her chest or ass so the potential Customer could accurately gauge her services.

Unfortunately, while her BunnyBod garnered significant attention as she mingled over the next hour, along with significant exposure to prodding, exploring fingers that had left Kate burning with arousal, it was inevitably the other BunnyBods on display that ended up leading the customers away to sate their desire for the female form. It was too bad she didn't have a bigger chest and ass like the other girls. Why did the other girls have such large assets?

After she had greeted every potential Customer and made them all very aware of the sexy features and value provided by her BunnyBod, Kate finally felt like she had sufficiently accomplished the task set before her, and allowed herself a few minutes to reflect on her situation as she flushed with pride at having done her duty so thoroughly.

Oh no, it happened again! Kate realized in panic as the reality of her situation came crashing down on her once more. She hadn't even been able to tell that her mind had been changed until after she'd completed her instructions! And even now, it had felt so good to show herself off that, rather than feeling embarrassed about her shameless, half-naked flirting, she just felt helplessly aroused instead, and secretly wished that her tits and ass had been big enough to convince one of the Customers to purchase her services.

Recognizing the increasingly perilous nature of her situation, RepliKate redoubled her determination to resist her sexy BunnySuit's mind control. I just have to be careful to-DING go to maintenance, for regularly scheduled WaBBuT-augmentation, she thought to herself calmly, before heading into the labyrinth of hallways branching away from the lobby with singular purpose, on her way to a destination her conscious mind had no way of knowing the location of, all while her headband fed her brain information about her regularly scheduled Waist, Breast, Butt, and Thigh augmentation.

Apparently, the swelling effects of the chemical growth treatment led to undesirable stretch marks when undertaken too quickly, so BunnyCorp had developed a regular process of gradual inflation, to ensure that the skin had time to recover its elasticity as it stretched around the more and more exaggerated breasts and hips of the hypersexualized BunnyBods over time.

RepliKate was impressed by the simple logic and effective implementation of the idea. Hopefully once she was in the maintenance room she could find a way to fix these poor girls-DING she couldn't wait to receive her next treatment, so that her increasingly busty body would fill out her sexy BunnySuit even better, and make BunnyCorp's highly valued Customers want to fuck her BunnyBod that much more.

She finally reached the maintenance center, eager to receive her treatment, but in the meantime she looked around the room to check for security weaknesses. Maybe before my treatment there will be time to-DING assume the position for WaBBuT-augmentation, she thought to herself. She fell in line beside the other motionless BunnyGirls awaiting their treatment and excitedly struck a T-pose to facilitate the technicians' access to her Company property, with her back arched to emphasize the curve of her breasts for the technicians' convenience and pleasure.

They continued their work on the girls ahead of Kate, but when they finally got to her, they were surprised to discover that she didn't show up in any of their systems when they scanned her identification chip. This was the one major shortcoming of RepliKate's otherwise remarkable powers - she could perfectly replicate the technology of a suit to make her a unique member of an organization, but she couldn't change the organizations's records to account for her presence.

"That's odd. She's not one of ours," the first technician technician said, checking his datapad as Kate continued to stand motionlessly with her breasts thrust out in front of her, silently and eagerly waiting to become more of a sex object.

"She's looks like one of ours though," the second tech noted, appreciating the way the BunnySuit's quarter-cups propped up her naked tits, "and she's acting like one of ours."

"Better tell the boss, just in case," said the first tech, heading toward the door.

"Good call. I guess there's no harm in carrying out the procedure in the meantime." Kate's mind flooded with relief as the second tech filled a syringe and headed over toward her. She wasn't sure what they had been talking about, but she had been terrified that she wouldn't get her treatment.

The tech injected her boobs, ass, and hips with the clear liquid, taking the time to appreciate and squeeze her appealing curves as he did so. Kate ignored the slight sting of the needle and motionlessly welcomed the tech's attention. That was what she was for, after all.

She could feel the potent chemicals coursing through her, and a few seconds later she could tell that her superhero body had begun reacting to the treatment as intended. She closed her eyes in happiness at the uncomfortable sensation of her tits and ass irreversibly plumping up, wanting her BunnyBod to become even more of a desirable asset for the Company so that she could continue her work of freeing men from their sexual desire for her.

Kate had to admit that it was a bit of an counter-intuitive system, as she opened her eyes and watched her tits continue to swell further into her line of sight. Her breasts and ass were being technologically enhanced, being made curvier and more feminine to inflame the desires of her Customers, only for Kate to then encourage them to relieve that very same inflamed desire inside her enticing BunnyBod. She did seem custom-designed for that purpose, with her slick pussy that clearly felt great to slide a cock into, but the whole thing still seemed oddly circular. If BunnyCorp really wanted men to be free of their lust for her, there had to be more efficient ways. It's almost like BunnyCorp is designing my sexy BunnyBod to cause the very problem they're charging men to solve, Kate thought briefly, but she was just a lowly BunnyGirl, and it wasn't her place to question the wisdom of her betters. And letting Customers use her body for their pleasure felt so good and sexy and right that it was easier to just go along with it all.

Kate jiggled out of the room a few minutes later, feeling like a whole new BunnyGirl as she looked down over her heavy tits in pride, appreciating the way they pressed out noticeably further from her body than they had before her treatment. She had briefly considered using her powers to replicate one of the technician's suits, which would both allow her to access BunnyCorp's systems as well as free her from her own BunnySuit's built-in mind control, but the thought of how disappointed her Customers would be at not seeing her new, sensual curves displayed in all of their naked glory made her immediately give up the idea.

This was no time to dwell on how much better her new body would please the Corporation's customers, however - now that her treatment was over, it was finally time for action! Ok, time to shut down the-DING to give the CEO some personal * attention*, Kate thought happily, turning toward the wide hallway leading to the very center of the building.

As she enthusiastically flounced her BunnyBod down the hall toward the executive suite on her tall heels, ears bobbing, eager to show off her bouncy, swollen assets to everyone she passed, Kate was excited to finally be completing her infiltration. Soon she would be in the presence of the executives themselves, the real power behind BunnyCorp.

After a brief search by the attractive young door guard, who spent an awfully long time hefting and squeezing her breasts as Kate demurely arched her back to encourage his attentions, she was shown into a large, gilded conference room. She made a mental note to visit the guard again later to relieve some of his desire for her, before turning her attention to the Executives of the Company arrayed around a long conference table, all completely naked and being serviced by their own individual groups of BunnyGirls. Kate shuddered at being in the presence of these gods among men, and her own BunnyBod tingled with need as it silently begged to be used for their pleasure.

"Ah, RepliKate. We had anticipated that you might eventually stick your nose into our operations. How does it feel to know that your very own powers to perfectly replicate clothing and uniforms are what got you into this situation?"

What situation? BunnyKate wondered to herself. She was just a BunnyGirl, and had no reason or desire to ever use her powers again unless BunnyCorp desired it. Still trying to process his words, she noted that the speaker was Baron von Tycoon, a billionaire crime boss and longtime nemesis that she had put behind bars multiple times already. Somehow his chiseled features seemed more powerful, attractive, and masterful than they usually did, however, and BunnyKate counted herself incredibly lucky to be in his service this time around.

"Your powers are exceptional, and also exceptionally well documented," the Baron continued, "which is why we decided to build the mind control tech into our suits themselves instead of using simpler, more efficient solutions. It cost more, but I see that the extra investment has certainly paid off."

Knowing that it wasn't her place to respond, BunnyKate eagerly presented herself for her Master's pleasure instead, bending over the conference table in front of him so that her BunnyPussy would be maximally enticing and available, and then waited for the ever-present DING that always helpfully corrected her impetuous actions. This time, however, all she heard was silence and all she felt was blissful pleasure as the supervillain CEO of BunnyCorp slowly parted her labia with the tip of his thick cock before sliding himself deep into her slick depths.

"I've been waiting a long time to see what this pussy felt like," the Baron grunted as he bottomed out inside the sexy body of his submissive superhero nemesis. She felt just as fantastic wrapped around his cock as he thought she would, and as he grabbed onto her enhanced hips to pull himself as far into her as possible, he noted that RepliKate's first treatment looked great on her voluptuous figure, and made a mental note to schedule her for another soon.

It was silly of him to wait! BunnyKate thought to herself as her Master pleasured himself inside her. He could have tried out my BunnyPussy whenever he wanted!

As Kate's Bunny body did what came naturally to it, pressing back into the CEO's thrusts to ensure that his cock sank as deeply into her stimulating pussy as possible, she had some free time to review the information she had gleaned from her successful infiltration.

First off, whoever gave me my initial intel was obviously wrong about this place, she reflected as the Baron continued to pound her horny BunnyPussy through the hole convieniently built into her high-tech BunnySuit. That was such clever uniform design - everything sexual about her body should always be visible and accessible to Customers and to her superiors. Clearly everything going on at BunnyCorp was perfectly normal and above-board.

She stole a glance around the room at all of the other half-naked BunnyGirls, chemically-swollen tits and asses on display as they enthusiastically rubbed their busty bodies all over their Corporate overlords, as was only proper. One lucky Bunny at each station had the pleasure of directly stimulating each executive's cock within herself, encouraging him to release his carnal urges inside of her and temporarily free himself of his lust for their bodies. BunnyKate was only too lucky that that privilege had fallen to her, and with the Baron no less! She felt a swell of pride at being chosen to experience the satisfying presence of his thick cock inside of her, squeezing itself in and out of her tight BunnyPussy in a comforting rhythm as she drove him toward his own release.

Finally, she looked at all of the other executives having the time of their lives around the table. This was a company that prided itself on meeting the needs of others, and BunnyKate was proud to be a part of it. It was like a Red Cross for sex, and she was one of their horny little Bunny nurses, she thought to herself. She allowed herself a slight giggle at the ridiculousness of that image, and just enjoyed feeling the cool surface of the table pressing against her bouncing tits as Master's pounding picked up speed.

Everyone was here because they wanted to be, and that especially applied to her. BunnyKate basked in the deep, primal glow of satisfaction that only came from having a horny BunnyPussy stuffed with Corporate cock, while the Baron slid fully into her once more and held himself there for a few seconds, clearly enjoying the luxurious texture of her slick receptacle as he too began to feel the urge to empty himself into her willing superhero body.

She could feel him tensing inside of her, of course, but that just meant she would get to worship his cock more directly, so it was really a win-win. She honestly had no idea how anyone could construe the Company, or especially Master himself, as "evil", "villainous", or even anything other than completely virtuous. And generous, she giggled to herself as her exquisite BunnyPussy finally drove her arch-nemesis past the point of no return, and he began filling her with his seed while the two Bunnies on either side of him jiggled their enormous tits in his face encouragingly.

BunnyKate, of course, remained stoically silent as her Master's gooey cum drained into her so as not to distract from her Master's pleasure with her own, even as her pussy was on fire with ecstasy for serving her purpose so well. Afterward, this time completely unprompted by her helpful headband, BunnyKate slowly slid herself off her Master's deflating cock, turned around, and knelt between his legs, eager to use her mouth to clean off the residue of his desire for her BunnyBod. Her head bobbed in his lap, and the long ears containing the tech that had taught Kate her place lightly bounced against the Baron's chest.

It was just another successful day on the job for BunnyKate, loyal, horny BunnySlave of BunnyCorp.

Author's Note: Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, all rights reserved. Enjoy!

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far from the Tree

by Fidget

Chapter 1

Josh couldn't be more unlike his father, for all of the usual, stereotypical reasons.

Josh was smart, good grades, good with computers. He was on his high school's chess club and debate team, and hadn't played a sport since a particularly bad asthma attack in his last year of Little League.

His father, on the other hand, while by no means unintelligent, fit the jock stereotype perfectly. He was obsessed with following sports and showed zero interest in more intellectual pursuits, quickly becoming frustrated and angry when confronted with problems he couldn't solve with his considerable muscles.

His parents had been high school sweethearts. His dad was the captain of the football team, and went on to lead the league in rushing yards in college, before a knee injury ended his blossoming career prematurely. His mom had been head cheerleader, but dropped out to have Josh and be a stay-at-home mom while his dad went to college, though complications with his birth had prevented his mother from ever having any more children, in spite of her wishes for a whole housefull. She had died in a car crash when Josh was still a toddler.

His dad had worked as a mechanic in his hometown after his injury. He had never married again, though Josh was well aware that his dad made frequent calls to the apartments of various single women around town.

Josh had tried playing soccer and baseball when he was younger, but it quickly became clear that he didn't have the talent or the athleticism to succeed. Not to mention that it was boring to mindlessly run after a ball or stand in right field hoping a ball would be hit his way, and he'd much rather be teaching himself to code. Josh often worried that his lack of interest in sports and other stereotypically masculine activities disappointed his father, but if it did, his dad never let it show, and was always supportive of his interests, which Josh appreciated.

One summer day shortly after finishing his junior year of high school, his dad knocked on his bedroom door, and then let himself inside.

"You're a man now Josh; it's time you had this. It's something my dad gave me when I was your age, and it's the reason I've enjoyed all of my success."

He handed over a box wrapped with white paper and a bright blue bow, the colors of their local high school.

"Open it whenever you want, but be careful with it."

Later that day, Josh's best friend Amy came over with her laptop so they could work on their most recent programming project together.

They'd been best friends for a few years now, after discovering how much they had in common their freshman year. They both had interests in computers, chess, and debate, shared very progressive ideals, and were budding activists on a number of important fronts. They were both vegan, and, not wanting to contribute to an increasingly overpopulated earth, had fully committed to adoption over having their own children.

Amy was petite and somewhat attractive, but Josh respected Amy far too much to risk their friendship on a superficial relationship. For her part, Amy appreciated his lack of toxic masculine traits and the way he didn't view her as a sexual object, so their relationship had quickly grown close without ever becoming physical.

Josh showed her the gift from his father, still wrapped, and told her about the strange things his dad had said about it.

"Should I open it?" Josh asked hesitantly. He could see no reason why whatever was in the box should be overly dangerous (or life-changing, for that matter), but his dad had never been prone to unnecessary exaggeration or embellishment.

"Absolutely! I want to see what it is! It's weird that he just gave you a random present out of the blue like that though," Amy responded.

Josh untied the bow and slowly removed the wrapping paper from the box, careful not to rip it, before taking the top off and revealing... an old, deflated football.

Surprised, and more than a bit disappointed, Josh reached in to pull out the unexpected object, but, as soon as his fingers wrapped around the worn leather, what felt like an electric spark jolted into his hand, and he doubled over as what felt like all of the muscles in his body began to tighten and spasm. Between red flashes of pain in his mind, Josh saw fleeting images of himself reveling in his own physical strength as he angrily tore his way through the grips of weaker men on what looked like a football field, before this vision was replaced by one of him pressing himself against a half-naked cheerleader panting with arousal, his prize for his display of masculine virility on the field.

Amy noticed his distress when he touched the ball, and ran over to grab it away as his face contorted with uncharacteristic anger at the pain running through his body as his weak muscles continued to clench.

"Josh, what's wrong??" Amy asked, but then she felt a strange surge of energy jump from the ball she was holding into her hands as well, and her mind fogged as her body filled with giddy butterflies. Unable to stand with the intense fluttering sensation she was experiencing, she slowly let herself down on Josh's bed as her mind began to wander aimlessly. Images flashed through her head of short cheerleading skirts, halftime performances, and of a faceless, heavily muscled star quarterback pressing his powerful body and giant erection against an entirely willing, curvy, topless figure that Amy somehow knew was her own even though she didn't recognize it.

After a minute or so, Josh's muscles finally relaxed and Amy's mind cleared of her pleasant daydream. She abruptly remembered what had happened to Josh, and leapt off the bed to check on him.

"No, I'm fine. Let's just get to work," Josh mumbled as he tentatively picked the football back up off the floor to put it back in the box, relieved that his muscles didn't clench up again when he touched it this time.

They didn't make as much progress on their programming that day as they'd hoped, possibly because the weird experience they'd just shared had kept them from focusing on their work. With both of them unable to concentrate, Amy decided to go home early, and they agreed to meet again the next weekend to get back on track.

"Dad?"

"Yeah son?"

"What was that ball thing in the box? Is it just an old football?"

"It's an original football from the early 1900s. My grandfather gave it to my father when he was ready for it, he gave it to me, and now I'm passing it down to you."

"Uhh, thanks. I'll try to take care of it because I know it's important to you. It felt weird though, almost like it gave me and Amy an electric shock or something."

"Did it? That's how I felt when I first touched it too, which is what gave me the idea to try out for football that summer. Maybe you take after your old dad more than you think!"

"If you say so, Dad, but I wouldn't hold your breath."

Even so, over the next few weeks, Josh noticed that his body seemed to be slowly growing larger. His arms and legs seemed bigger and slightly longer, and it felt like he had more energy, which initially translated into much more productive coding sessions, but eventually the continued energy increase was starting to become distracting, and sitting too long without some sort of physical activity was starting to make him more and more fidgety.

He began taking breaks to go for a walk every hour or so, but those walks soon became jogs, and his coding sessions got shorter as his jogs got longer. He also noticed that he was ravenously hungry by mealtimes, but his dad didn't seem surprised when he began asking for seconds, and instead simply began preparing more food for future meals.

"Josh, I think you're taller!" Amy exclaimed when she came over at  the end of the week to work on their project together.

He knew she was right. He was at least two inches taller, and it felt like he was looking down on everything even though he was still below six feet. It wasn't natural to grow this fast, and he was slightly worried about it. He decided not to voice his concerns to Amy, however, and they continued to work on their project together over the next several weeks, though it seemed like they were getting less and less done each session, partially because they were becoming more and more distracted by the other's presence.

In the meantime, Josh noticed that his cock had been growing as well, and he found himself giving in to his natural temptation to masturbate much more often. He had always avoided porn because it was demeaning to women, but now he found himself seeking it out, if only to temporarily sate the lust he was starting to feel whenever Amy was over.

He had always been slightly attracted to her, and knew that Amy experienced a surface-level attraction to him as well from time to time, but they had both openly and objectively acknowledged their bodies' natural lust for each other, and had agreed not to give in to their baser, animalistic urges, both because they respected each other too much to risk their friendship and because they felt they were above such vulgar behavior.

Still, Josh could clearly see that Amy's body had been just as affected by whatever was in the football as his had been, and his eyes were drawn to her larger breasts, which she gradually stopped hiding so much under loose clothing and eventually even began to display a bit, wearing tops that showed them off, and shorts and even skirts that emphasized the rest of her developing curves. His body was getting more and more eager to see hers each week, and hers was clearly being redesigned to attract and encourage his gaze in return. And, from the way her eyes widened as they lingered on his own broadening shoulders and thickening muscles, she was just as enticed by the sight of his physical transformations as he was hers.

Previously, Josh's attraction to Amy had always been relatively weak and easy to ignore, but she was becoming harder and harder for him to resist as her bust and hips continued to swell and his own sexual urges strengthened, to the point where jerking himself off before Amy arrived was less and less successful at distracting himself from her presence as they tried to work. By the end of each successive session, it was clearly becoming harder and harder for Amy to leave, and for Josh to let her go.

Even so, they still maintained a stubborn veneer of ignorance of their obvious growing attraction for each other, though their more frequent declarations of how happy they were with the strictly platonic nature of their friendship betrayed the increasing sexual agitation they were both clearly feeling.

Even when Amy wasn't there tempting his weakening control over his sex drive, his body and appetite continued to grow, and he was still taking larger and larger potions at dinner. Josh's dad had never commented on his veganism, and even did a bit of limited research to help him accommodate his son's choice in the meals he prepared, making smaller portions of meat on the side for himself.

One day toward the end of the week, however, Josh found himself practically salivating at the smell of the pork chop on his dad's plate, and felt himself becoming increasingly angry for denying himself such a delicious-smelling dish. Eventually, he could resist no longer, and found himself asking his dad, "Can I have some of your pork?"

"No need, son. I made extra today." His father rose and walked over to grab the pan from the stove and brought back two extra chops, which Josh tore into without a second thought as his stomach growled appreciatively.

"Amy, I've been eating meat for a few days now. I'm sorry, and I know you'll be upset with me, but I just keep craving it and it seems to be the only thing that can fill me up," Josh admitted remorsefully during Amy's visit that weekend.

"I know what you mean," Amy responded matter-of-factly. I've been having cravings like that too, but I've mostly stuck with veggies so that I can watch my figure," she finished, running her hands down over her widening hips.

That's unlike her on two fronts, Josh thought to himself. She's never talked about how she looked before, and she was the one who converted me to veganism in the first place. "Are you sure you're not mad about me eating meat?"

"Of course not, silly! With how tall you are now, and how wide your shoulders are getting, you probably need the extra protein!" As Josh watched her eyes wander hungrily over his new physique, almost as though he were a piece of meat himself, he felt a now-familiar tingle starting up between his legs and let his own attention fall to Amy's body, which seemed to be filling out her shorts and tight tank top even more than usual.

They tried to work on their project, but the concentration required by the coding soon made both of them fidgety with their shortening attention spans, and it wasn't long before they couldn't even act like they were still working. They decided to catch up on their favorite content creators instead, but quickly became distracted by how close their bodies were to each other on the couch as the videos cycled on autoplay in the background, forgotten. Every accidental touch sent pleasant tingles through each of them, and their bodies began to drift closer together as their "accidental" touches became increasingly less accidental.

The next few hours flew by in a haze of building sexual tension that continued to go pointedly unacknowledged, with each of them hyperaware of the brief, hesitant, thrilling touches between their tensed arms and legs. Their heightened libidos drove their bodies, shaking with apprehension and excitement, to repeat and prolong these touches and rewarded them generously in pleasure and arousal for each one. Inevitably, however, Josh's dad came home from work and the two hormonal teenagers reluctantly decided to call it a night, too embarrassed of their crude sexual attraction to each other's increasingly sexy bodies to make eye contact as they awkwardly stood up and said their goodbyes. They agreed to meet again on Wednesday instead of the following Saturday, ostensibly to try to catch up on their project a bit, and parted ways.

"How was your afternoon with Amy?" his father asked at dinner.

"It was good," Josh responded, still feeling his hand tingling where Amy's soft fingers had repeatedly brushed against it. "It was kinda hard to focus, so we didn't get as much work done as we wanted to, but it was still fun."

"I know what you mean," his dad said. "When your mother and I were assigned group projects together, we didn't get much work done either!"

"Dad, it's not like that!" Josh protested even as his cheeks turned pink and he felt a renewed, unexpectedly powerful yearning for Wednesday to come.

On Monday morning, Josh happened to notice the football in its box on his dresser and found himself walking over, picking it up once more, and tossing it up into the air a few times as he wrapped his strengthening fingers tightly around the laces. He was suddenly struck with a strange, uncharacteristic desire to try out for the team - it would give him an outlet both for all of the energy that seemed to build endlessly within him, and for the increasingly powerful emotions he had been feeling lately. He was also much stronger than he was two weeks ago, now over six feet tall with visible muscles, and so he felt that there must be some position on the team where he could be useful.

At breakfast, his dad was ecstatic when he mentioned what he was considering, and so, instead of attending summer chess club that afternoon, Josh walked onto the football field and asked for a tryout. He clearly knew nothing about the game, and his athletic performance was only middling, but he showed himself to be a quick learner and already performed better than some of the second string players, so the coaches set him to practicing with special teams while he familiarized himself with the basic rules and goals of the game.

That Wednesday Amy came over early, and as Josh admired the additional inch that just a few days apart had added to his less and less platonic friend's curves, he sheepishly admitted that he'd joined the football team.

Rather than being disappointed in him, however, Amy was unexpectedly bubbly and supportive. "That's such a good idea! You're so strong now, and this will give you a chance to work off all of that aggression you think I don't notice," she responded, giving him a wink as he flushed with embarrassment. "I know you'll do great, and that you'll be leading the team by the time school starts back.

"Also, that kinda makes me want to do something to support you! I know that I've talked about how demeaning cheerleading is to women, but the camaraderie and team-building experience you get in a demanding organization like that is anything but demeaning when you think about it, and it opens the doors to all sorts of scholarships and other opportunities later. If anything, joining the cheer squad would be empowering. Not to mention what a great workout it is, and I've been feeling a little stir-crazy at home recently. Maybe an organized athletic outlet would do me good," she concluded, enunciating her response with a slow stretch that lifted up her shirt a bit, baring her midriff in a subconscious effort to emphasize her assets for Josh's hungry eyes.

His growing muscles flexed involuntarily as the testosterone flooding through his body filled him with sexual desire at the sight of her swelling boobs and curvy hips, and his thin athletic shorts already began to tighten with an erection. Josh had conveniently "forgotten" to jerk off before Amy arrived that day, but he was still unprepared for the full intensity of his craving for her body. He saw her eyes flick down to the outline of his growing dick, which twitched in response to the attention, and Josh could clearly tell the exact moment that Amy's horniness got the better of her, broke through her inhibitions, and caused her to take a step toward him as her face transformed into a seductive pout that tightened his shorts even further.

"After Saturday, I think it's time we rethink our no physical contact policy," she purred as she approached.

"Are you sure? I don't want our friendship to change."

"It'll be fine," Amy said distractedly, at this point willing to say anything that would lead to his body touching hers. "I don't think I can hold myself back much longer anyway."

Josh felt exactly the same way, and knew the situation was quickly spiraling out of their control, but he made one final, desperate effort to slow their bodies' inexorable pull toward each other, in spite of the fact that Amy had clearly fully given in already. "We should at least sit down and talk about it first," Josh stammered as he dropped onto the couch. Amy, however, made the choice to sink onto the couch directly beside him, slowly sliding the entire length of her thigh against his, lighting up pleasure centers all along his central nervous system that overwhelmed his own crumbling inhibitions. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he abruptly pulled her face toward his with one hand and pressed his lips against hers as he unceremoniously and clumsily groped at her swollen breasts through her tight tank top and bra with the other.

It was Amy's turn to be surprised by the ferocity of his reaction, and she knew that they should probably take things a bit more slowly, but the intensity of the pleasure and stimulation running through her body as Josh teased her with his tongue while he roughly groped and squeezed her breasts filled her with unexpected and irresistible sexual need, and she found her left hand eagerly reaching over between Josh's legs, avoiding all ceremony herself as she began to instinctually stroke and squeeze the large, twitching bulge encased in his practice shorts. With her other hand, she unfastened her bra to give his hands more direct access to her sensitive breasts, in order to heighten the sensations that were sending waves of pleasure down to her already soaked pussy.

As they continued to make out, lost in sensation, Josh successfully removed Amy's bra and ventured a hand under her shirt to grope her unprotected tits. The direct skin contact and satisfying squeeze of her large, firm mounds of flesh made him even harder, but as Amy continued to grip and stroke him through his shorts, he felt an impending pressure growing in his cock, quickened by the taste of Amy's lips and the feel of her soft body against his as the pace of her hand on his sensitive, straining member sped up.

He grunted and tried to pull himself away, but he had driven Amy's arousal far too high, and she was completely unable to stop herself as she gave a throaty moan against his open mouth in return, gripped his cock even more tightly through his thin shorts, and jerked him past the point of no return. He tried to hold himself back, but she had pushed him too far; he couldn't stop himself from tightening against her hand and then his dick was surging as his large balls tensed and then he was helplessly sending spurt after enormous spurt of thick cum into his shorts in his ecstasy.

As his orgasm ran its course, his head finally began to clear a bit from the thick fog of insistent sexual desire it had been wrapped in, and he was filled with shame over what he had just done, at how completely beyond his control his body had felt the entire time, and at how good it had felt to give in to his urges. "Sorry about that," he mumbled to Amy in embarrassment.

"Don't apologize!" Amy insisted as she scooted a bit closer and pressed her body against his reassuringly. "I'm just glad I could make you feel good like that. Also, it was super hot." Her eyes glistened with unabated arousal, and Josh felt his guilt compound.

"But you didn't get to finish!"

"Oh, don't worry about that! I can take care of it later. I never really used to do anything like that, but over the past few weeks, I've kinda wanted to a lot, and by now I've gotten pretty good at it!" She gave him a wink. "I think it's more important that we try to talk about what's been going on this past month, and figure out what we are, and where to go from here."

"You're right. I think it's pretty obvious that all of this started with that stupid football that dad gave me. It looks like he was right - the football is clearly changing us, and the changes don't show any signs of slowing down."

"True, but I feel better than I ever have before. I have so much more energy, and I'm so happy all of the time now! It feels so good to just not worry about it and go with the flow, and for now, I think that means we explore this new side of our relationship a bit more thoroughly," she said, grinning in anticipation.

"Yeah, I don't know if I want to go back to being just friends, and honestly, I don't think I could even if I wanted to," Josh admitted as the sight of Amy's bra-less tits protruding against her tight shirt already began filling him with arousal again.

"I feel the same way," he was relieved to hear her say. "Whatever is happening to us, it's clearly a one-way street, and I don't think there's much we can do other than go along with it, and see where the journey takes us, taking advantage of whatever benefits our transformations have in store for us along the way." She smirked flirtatiously, and gently stroked a finger up his hardening cock through shorts still slick with copious amounts of cum, before getting up so she could leave before Josh's dad got home from work.

After Amy left and he had cleaned himself up and changed his shorts, Josh thought about what Amy had said. Even though she seemed fine with embracing her own changes and seeing where they took her, when Josh thought about what was happening to him, and his complete inability to do anything about it, he began to get angry, something that was happening more and more often these days. Josh had always been calm and collected when facing problems in the past, but now he was flexing his increasingly powerful muscles in impotent rage at his helplessness to stop the changes that were clearly affecting his body and mind, and those of his new girlfriend as well.

He knew that, eventually, he would have to confront his father about what had happened. His father had given him the football, after all, and thinking back to the conversations they'd had over the past month, it was clear that his father knew something about what was going on with him and Amy. That wasn't a conversation he was ready to have yet, though, and Amy was right - it was much easier to just go with the flow, especially when everything (and especially Amy) felt so good.

Over the next few weeks, he saw Amy more and more often, and, while they still hadn't gone all the way, they had lost all pretense of their earlier attempts at chastity, and went further and further each time they saw each other, each stimulating the other to an increasing number of powerful, satisfying orgasms with their mouths and fingers as they explored each other's increasingly sexy bodies, and they both knew that it wouldn't be long before they could no longer resist the blissful coupling that was becoming more and more appealing to both of them.

School started back a little over a month later. Josh had continued to grow larger and stronger, and his quick grasp of football strategy, combined with a superhuman athleticism that quickly outclassed everyone else on the team, had catapulted him to the role of starting quarterback in two short months, leaving his coaches dumbfounded at his meteoric improvement. And, while Amy wasn't head cheerleader yet for political reasons, everyone on the team knew who the real leader was as she continued to grow stronger, more athletic, and bustier herself with each passing day.

It was shaping up to be quite a senior year.

End of Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - Completing the Circle

"I think our changes are getting stronger, Amy. I've been feeling... really horny around you lately. Even more than usual," Josh grunted during one of Amy's daily after-school visits. His large dick throbbed visibly against his athletic shorts, and his new girlfriend's eyes widened rhythmically in excitement with each pulse. "It's making it... hard to think," he concluded roughly, as his own eyes hungrily devoured his girlfriend's curves. Her bust and hips had put on at least another three inches in the past month, and at this point his formerly petite best friend had to be at least a D-cup. It was getting harder not to grab her increasingly appealing feminine body as soon as he saw her each day, and squeeze, and grope, and thrust.

Josh had learned over the past month just how good thrusting could feel. In the weeks after their first explosive contact they had continued to explore their exciting new sexuality, encouraging each other's powerful new desires even as their urges continued to strengthen.

At first, they had experimented with heavy petting and hand play. The next time they hung out, Amy had secretly snuck Josh's cock out into the open after getting it all nice and hard under his shorts, and she was completely entranced the first time she watched his dick straining and jerking under her gentle strokes as it delivered its thick load onto Josh's washboard abs. Josh had gotten over his initial embarrassment more quickly this time, and had returned the favor with his own fingers, probing and exploring the tantalizing topology under Amy's shorts as he groped her heavy breasts with his other hand while Amy moaned in pleasure. His inexperience hadn't seemed to matter much, because the excitement and sensation soon had Amy clamping her toned thighs around his hand and grinding against his fingers as her own strengthening core muscles involuntarily clenched in her own climax.

They had quickly graduated to blowjobs, since the sight of Josh's cock twitching and throbbing filled Amy with an inexplicable desire to feel it moving like that within her own body. Josh clearly felt the same way, and as he eagerly watched Amy's soft lips closing around the head of his dick for the first time, he let out a low groan as his pelvis began reflexively thrusting into her slick mouth, and Amy sighed with pleasure as she felt his surprisingly tasty dick twitching strongly against the rough, wet stimulation provided by her tongue.

That stimulation quickly became too much for him, but he couldn't bring himself to stop, and his cock began to stiffen as his automatic thrusting increased in speed and urgency. "Amy, I think I'm gonna..." he growled, but Amy only cupped his balls gently with her free hand in response, suddenly obsessed with feeling them powerfully contracting as they forced his gooey reward out into her waiting mouth. Something about that process suddenly seemed so attractive, so masculine, and Amy couldn't help but feel a giddy thankfulness at Josh choosing her to receive his seed.

For his part, however, Josh had felt a distinct lack of choice ever since he had touched that stupid football, and even now a primal urge drove him to continue mindlessly thrusting into the willing female in front of him. His powerful muscles clenched in anticipation, and then choice was suddenly taken away from him entirely. His final thrust brought his mind back to reality even as he felt himself lose control, and his dick began involuntarily emptying itself into Amy's eager mouth. She did her best to swallow as much of the delicious liquid as she could, but Josh's heavy balls continued pumping, and eventually it overflowed her soft lips, ran thickly down her chin, and dripped down onto her large chest.

When Josh saw the mess he had made of his girlfriend's face and breasts, he felt an unexpected, inordinate swelling of pride and satisfaction at his actions, and that scared him a bit. Not enough to prevent him from compulsively repeating the entire process every time he saw Amy's fuckable body for the next month, but enough to regret how good he felt about his actions afterward as Amy lay back on the bed, apparently delirious with pleasure at being covered in his cum.

In sum, the main takeaway of the past month was that Josh liked thrusting now. He liked thrusting a lot, and he wanted more of it.

Amy was bobbing her head, making her tits jiggle delightfully to let him know that she agreed with his assessment. She was feeling even hornier lately too, if that were possible. Amy understood all too well how hard it was to think whenever she was near her tall, increasingly muscled boyfriend, and she was eager to let him know as much.

"I know what you mean Joshie. Whenever we hang out my little pussy gets so wet and tingly for you that I can hardly stand it!" Josh wasn't sure how he felt about "Joshie", but after what she had done to his dick with her still-growing tits the previous night, he figured she could call him whatever she wanted.

"Amy! You've never said anything like that before!" Josh exclaimed, trying to hide the fact that her words were going straight to his boner, which was also larger than it had even been.

"I can't help it. I know that whatever's changing us is making me feel this way, but you just smell so good and it makes me wanna... do things..." she said, her voice trailing off as she was once again distracted by her need for his powerful body. Over the past few weeks, Amy had noticed that whenever she was in Josh's presence, it became increasingly difficult to string together multiple coherent sentences. She looked back up at him and opened her mouth as if to speak, hesitated, and then decided to come right out and say it. "Josh, I think we should fuck."

"What? Are you sure that's what you want?" Josh growled as his stiff cock strained against the polyester of his practice shorts. He was barely able to hold himself back already, and knew that any more encouragement on her part would inevitably result in him fucking her, whether he wanted to or not.

"Oh god yes! I even bought a pack of condoms a few days ago, so that we could finally enjoy ourselves without worrying about anything!" she said enthusiastically, proud to display what remained of her ability to plan ahead.

"But we always said we would never do this, and there's no turning back from here," Josh responded even as his body had already backed hers up to the foot of the bed. His cock had decided to fuck her whether Josh wanted to or not, and its patience was wearing thin.

"I know, but I'm horny and want to feel your dick cumming in my pussy this time!" Amy giggled at the intense look on his face as he approached her, knowing that her words had had their intended effect on her big, manly boyfriend. She knew all too well how overwhelming his sexy, masculine urges had become for him, and now he definitely wouldn't be able to resist her big titties and curvy hips any longer as her small, receptive body continued to call to his.

Josh pushed her down onto the bed, gently but firmly, and ripped her tiny, soaked shorts from her hips. His own shorts soon followed, and then his dick was bouncing into view, fully erect and eager for action as it dripped with precum.

Josh was briefly distracted by what looked oddly like a hint of regret in Amy's eyes as she slowly rolled the condom over the tip of his cock, but then the feeling of her soft hands stroking the condom down his stiff shaft pulled his attention back to what she was doing. Finally Josh could take the delay no longer, pushed Amy down on the bed, and mounted her in his need, plunging himself into his enthusiastic girlfriend and unrolling the condom the rest of the way as he pressed himself fully into her.

He moaned as the tight pressure of her pussy pulled at his sensitive dick through the thin latex, and then his hips began their instinctive thrusting once again, sending him deep into his girlfriend's stimulating passage as the sight of Amy's firm breasts bouncing beneath him spurred him on to even more vigorous motion inside of her.

For Amy, the pleasure of feeling Josh powerfully pounding into her and the throaty grunts and moans he let out as he did so, clearly oblivious to everything but the call of her seductive pussy and the pleasure it could provide, was driving Amy wild with desire. She slammed herself down onto his dick, wanting his cock as deep inside of her as possible as her own high-pitched gasps and moans of pleasure echoed his with each thrust.

Her soft, increasingly alluring body was entirely too good at sex, however, and soon Josh felt a familiar euphoric feeling building within him, but many times stronger than ever before now that a silky, receptive pussy was the one doing the coaxing. The testosterone coursing through his veins wouldn't allow him to hold himself back, and the man who had so recently been a weak, stringy nerd with a squeaky voice now groaned in deep baritone satisfaction as his mind blanked with pleasure and his body began its procreative pulsing, sending a thick, heavy load spurting against the tenuous latex barrier protecting his girlfriend's vulnerable reproductive tract from his torrent of catalyzing seed.

Josh didn't remember pulling out, but when he came to and saw that Amy's tiny, curvy figure was snuggled up against his, he was overcome with a sudden, overwhelming urge to protect her as his body released powerful post-orgasm bonding hormones, and over the next few minutes he waxed poetic (or at least as poetic as he was currently able given their diminishing mental faculties) about how much he loved her and how she would always be the only one for him.

Amy, full of happy satisfaction herself after a good fucking, was drinking in every one of his words of devotion. Even so, she found herself frequently gazing over at the spent condom with disappointment; her first time with her sexy, masculine boyfriend had been amazing, but she couldn't help but feel like all of that tasty-looking jizz belonged inside of her instead of in the trash. She'd earned it, after all.

Josh's physical prowess on the football field had been improving just as quickly as his prowess in bed, and when the first game finally rolled around early in the school year, he was surprised to discover that his coach had made the choice to start him at quarterback. With the excitement and intensity of a real game it took a few minutes to settle down into the position, but by the end of the first half Josh already had two passing touchdowns and nearly a hundred yards rushing.

His dad came to watch him play, of course, and when Josh was off the field between possessions, he would look up in the stands and think about how he'd never seen his dad more proud than he was at that moment.

On the field, however, Josh wasn't thinking about anything. He was in his element, and everything was instinct. It was the best feeling in the world to just shut his brain off entirely once the play had been called, and let his strength, reflexes and muscle memory do the work for him. He loved the way his powerful legs flexed as he flew down the field on running plays, but his favorite part was taking hits from defenders larger than he was, testing his body against theirs as he roared with cathartic rage, and he won the clashes as often as not.

Football had become an important emotional outlet for Josh over the past month or so. He had been slowly losing his natural state of calm, objective detachment as his emotions became more intense and harder to control, but here on the field he was finally able to release all of his confusing, pent-up feelings about his father, Amy, and himself in a relatively controlled environment where he didn't have to hold anything back.

On the sidelines Josh's grunts and exertions were having a visible effect on the busty Amy, and she felt herself tingling with arousal as she tried to focus on leading the cheers, jiggling and bouncing in her revealing outfit for Josh's eyes alone. She was proud of his success, of course, and proud to be his girlfriend, but it went beyond that - watching his powerful body flexing as he established his dominance over the other players was striking a primal feminine chord somewhere deep within her, and she was filled with an oddly contradictory sense of submissive possessiveness, almost a need for Josh to mark her as his own in some more permanent way.

After winning handily, Josh was unprepared for his newfound popularity the week following the game, having been mostly ignored in school his entire life. Now, however, guys were chest bumping and high-fiving him as he walked through the halls wearing his letter jacket, but it was the senior girls' reactions that he really took notice of as they began seeking him out and showering him with flirty attention. The curves of their tight, eighteen- and nineteen-year-old bodies had grown increasingly enticing to him over the past month, and, though few of them could hold a candle to Amy's tits and ass at this point, his drastically strengthened reproductive urges still welcomed the other attractive females' not-so-subtle displays of sexual interest. He found himself eagerly anticipating the frequent embraces and other light physical contact the girls began giving him as their natural desire for his new chiseled looks and muscular physique increased. Their arched backs and "innocent" touches frequently sent blood rushing to his dick, resulting in a bulge too large for him to hide, and seeing the result of their flirtations and physical contact left many of the girls flushed and practically panting with their own arousal.

During the pep rally before the next game, Josh was surprised to see that there were actual signs made about him. He tried to keep his eyes on Amy as she flexed her own muscles and showed herself off for his benefit during the pep rally cheers, but his attention kept drifting to the smooth skin and petite curves of the other senior cheerleaders as well, and though he was still more attracted to Amy, he couldn't help but wonder how the other girls would feel pressed up against his powerful body, mewling with need as his thick cock probed and sought for what they both wanted.

Amy was more popular as well of course, with her busty new body, though she wasn't getting anywhere near the attention from the older senior guys that Josh was getting from the girls. This was partially because Josh had quickly made it known that she was taken, but also because Amy never showed any interest in the other guys in the first place. She felt a strong physical attraction to a few of the more masculine jocks on the various sports teams, but it paled in comparison to what she felt for Josh, who had quickly outstripped all of the others, and his attentions were more than enough to meet her needs.

Still, Josh noticed that the mysterious changes had affected her just as strongly as they had affected him, and mentally just as much as physically. Their much less frequent conversations were rarely about anything more complex than cheerleading or football, and Amy was also becoming increasingly obsessed with makeup and fashion. She no longer hung out with her nerdy friends from before her transformation, and instead spent all of her time with the other cheerleaders and popular girls. Also, Amy's grades had dropped, and on some level Josh found himself missing the close friendship he had had with the girl Amy used to be.

Even so, Josh was finding it harder and harder to care. His own grades had slipped a bit due to all of the time he devoted to football (and fucking Amy), and his interests had shifted as well. Even if Amy were the same person she used to be, he didn't think they would have enough in common to share that kind of friendship any longer. Also, he appreciated what her new interest in makeup and clothing did for her ridiculously sexy body, and, though he wouldn't admit it to himself, he also found himself appreciating her increasing submissiveness and eagerness to please him sexually. So, in the end, as much as he missed the friendship they used to have, he couldn't deny the intense, carnal pleasure he got from fucking every part of her willing, delightful little body over and over again.

At home, the two of them were fucking more and more often, especially with the sexual frustration building up inside Josh everyday at school from the other girls' flirtations, and Amy was more than willing to relieve all of that pressure, encouraging Josh to use her any way he wanted, especially if it resulted in watching his balls clench as he covered her with his cum. If Amy was ever bothered by the other girls' interest in her man, she never mentioned it.

Josh was filling their condoms up fuller and fuller each day as his balls continued to grow and he produced more and more cum with each release. Amy eyed each discarded condom full of potent jizz greedily, and first brought up the possibility of fucking bareback in early October, initially couching it as a response to the fact that at this point most of his cum squeezed out of the condom and ended up all over her crotch anyway. Her advances were getting harder for Josh to resist, especially because he too was now feeling a desire to thrust himself into his girlfriend's enticing body without protection, and that need was growing stronger and more insistent with each passing day. He would come home incredibly horny after eight hours of constant titillating yet unfulfilling sexual attention from the other senior girls, and it was all too easy to just lie back and let his seductive, smoking hot girlfriend release all of that tension with her body. It felt so good to let her go further and further each day before reluctantly telling her to put a condom on, and then he'd throw her down and fuck her with reckless abandon, grunting and straining with his need for release, asking himself why he was still wearing a condom and coming up with fewer reasons each time.

For her part, Amy was completely unable to resist her growing need to feel him thrusting raw inside of her. It was like a primal instinct deep within was driving her to get just the tip of his dick inside her pussy, where she knew everything would take care of itself and all would be right with the world, whatever that meant.

One inevitable day in late October the mindless pleasure of thrusting his naked cock against the curvy, inviting body beneath his was more than Josh could resist, and after Amy had teased his throbbing erection against the smooth skin of her mons a few times, she eased it a bit lower and looked up at him with the coquettish, come-hither eyes her transformation had recently caused her to develop, and which tugged at his cock whenever he saw them. That look, combined with the soft, encouraging folds surrounding the entrance he suddenly found himself pressing up against, ready to submissively give way to his eagerly probing dick, silently convinced him to allow just the tip to slide into her warm, slick canal unprotected, just to see what it felt like. Predictably, it felt very good, and as Amy pressed her new bombshell body up against the hard muscles of his chest and abs in wide-eyed urgency, it was all too easy to allow himself to slide in another centimeter.

This felt even better, and just as Amy's honed reproductive instincts had known it would, the pull of her tight pussy against the sensitive skin of his hard cock as he squeezed it into her was too much for Josh to resist. His body flooded with a cocktail of testosterone and endorphins specifically designed to convince him to drive his dick further into that pussy, and Josh's resistance to his body's compelling new urges finally broke down entirely. He released a primal groan as his powerful abdominal muscles clenched instinctively, sending his hard cock sliding deep into his girlfriend's tight, unprotected pussy, where it throbbed with pleasure as Amy cooed encouragingly. She playfully offered her massive, tempting tits up to his greedy male gaze, secure in the knowledge that her virile, masculine boyfriend would no longer be able to resist doing to her what came naturally.

Josh had been convinced that giving in to his body's insistent demands and fully thrusting into Amy's enticing pussy bareback like this would somewhat relieve the desire and need that currently overwhelmed him, but now that his dick was inside her where it belonged, experiencing the soft slickness of her pussy rubbing directly against his sensitive skin, Josh instead felt his need becoming even more unbearable. A new urge was growing within him now, driving him to continue moving his dick inside of her, to stroke it against the stimulating pressure of her tight embrace. He slid out a bit to experience more of that delightful friction, but his cock knew what its true objective was, and he found himself helplessly shoving himself back inside, feeling the silky grip of her slick walls pulling and tugging at him enticingly.

This new pleasure built on top of the pleasure of his previous stroke, and Josh lost himself in chasing the sensation, feeding and encouraging it as he increased his pace, sliding his cock back into her seductive depths again and again, groaning in need as the feeling continued to build. It felt like the cycle could go on like this forever, growing more and more intense, but Josh's ability to indulge in the pleasures of Amy's flesh without consequence was finite, and eventually his mindless bliss began to tingle with urgency as pressure slowly began building at the base of his shaft. He briefly recalled the ultimate purpose of this pleasure and realized that result was becoming more of an inevitability with each thrust, but his body was moving on pure instinct now, driving him back into his slutty girlfriend over and over again as his dick throbbed and tightened ecstatically inside of her, each new burst of dangerous pleasure threatening to trigger his involuntary ejaculation.

Amy was deep in the grip of instinct and thousands of years of human evolution as well, her hypersexual body knowing exactly what to do to get what it needed from the irresistible hunk of testosterone and powerful masculinity that was plunging himself into her. Josh lost more control with each thrust as her receptive body exerted its own power over his, and Amy knew that soon he'd no longer be able to resist the urge to cum inside her. She arched her back to let her swollen tits, symbols of her fertility and suitability as a mate, bounce and jiggle in her boyfriend's face, and she enjoyed the pleasure of friction and fullness as he continued to slam himself into her, panting and grunting from the exertion of driving himself ever closer to the edge. Meanwhile, the slick folds of her sly pussy continued to gently massage his cock with each deliberate stroke, quickly eroding what remained of his self-control as she drove him toward his blissful release.

"Oh God Joshie, you're gonna cum in me! You're gonna fill me up! I can feel it! I want you to do it!" Amy cried, overwhelmed with need at being this close to her goal, and full of satisfaction from using her body for its intended purpose. She had never felt more in love with Josh than she did at that moment, looking up at him euphorically as his eyes clouded with mindless intensity, no longer seeing hers as the pressure building within his body threatened to overwhelm him.

Josh, on the other hand, didn't care who the girl beneath him was at that moment - he just knew his dick wanted to cum inside that pussy. The testosterone his body had been manufacturing nonstop for months had given him an irresistible urge to spread his seed, to pass on his strong genes to the next generation and add as much of his strength to the world as he could. It didn't occur to him that his former weak, nerdy self had been the product of his father's body, but even if it had, his testosterone-fueled need to reproduce was beyond his power to resist. Thrusting himself to completion inside whoever this chick was was an inevitability, a law of nature, and even now his body was tightening, his large muscles clenching, wavering on the edge of release.

He had never felt manlier than he did at that moment, as he chose to thrust his stiffening dick into the hot slut beneath him once more knowing full well what would happen even as he did so, and then he was roaring out the satisfying agony of his climax, a flash of anger rippling through him as control of his body was forcibly wrested away by unstoppable reflex. The muscles of his arms tensed as he grabbed Amy's shoulders and sank himself fully into her one last time, and his large balls clenched with irrevocable finality. His dick began its own rhythmic pulsing deep inside the fertile body of his former nerdy best friend, and Josh couldn't help but send his largest load yet spurting into her unprotected depths as his bimbo cheerleader girlfriend's slutty pussy continued to exert its irresistible influence over his powerful body.

For her part, Amy was overwhelmed with bliss as soon as she felt his cock jerking inside of her, steadily pushing against her walls with each throb. She remembered the first time she had been entranced by the hypnotic pulsing of his cock in her hand, watching it tense and surge as it released its load in response to her stimulations, and the knowledge that that was happening inside her flirty pussy at that very moment was more than she could take. She sank her fingernails into her Josh's broad back as she screamed out her own orgasm, and the contractions of her powerful abdominal muscles involuntarily pulled Josh's potent seed further up into her fertile reproductive tract, making it more likely that his strong genes would merge with hers. Amy had finally accomplished her goal, and she reveled in the sensation of warm, sticky fullness growing within her as his large balls continued to pump what seemed like an endless supply of cum into her body, full of catalyzing potential.

As her virile mate filled her pussy to overflowing, unknowingly intent on using her body to make more copies of himself, Amy realized she'd never felt happier or more fulfilled in her life.

The day after not being able to resist busting a fat nut raw inside his sexy girlfriend for the first time, Josh finally decided that it was time to face his father.

"Dad, what was Grandpa like? I was so young when he died that I don't really remember him." Josh said, trying to stay calm and control his churning emotions as he fished for info.

His father leaned back in his chair, and his eyes took on a faraway look. "He was a powerful man. Even taller than I am, and strong as an ox. .... He played professionally for a couple years, but this was before you could make any money at it, so he quit to get a factory job to support his large family."

"Was he always that big?"

"He did mention a few times that he had hit a sudden growth spurt after he turned eighteen."

"What about you, dad? Were you always this big and strong?"

His father looked him solidly in the eye for a few seconds before answering. "No. I was pretty small when I was a kid. Kinda bookish. I got beat up a lot, and didn't have many friends. That all changed around my 18th birthday. I met your mom, went out for the football team, and from that point on life kept getting better."

Josh felt himself growing angrier, and his frustration at himself for not being able to help it just increased his rage.

"It's the football, isn't it?! That's what's changing me and Amy?"

"Yes son, it is," his father responded calmly.

"Why would you do something like that to your own son!?"

"Because I wanted you to see the same success your grandfather and I have. Also, it's an heirloom in our family, and it's your birthright."

"Birthright!? How is becoming dumber and angrier a 'birthright'? And how is working for an auto shop 'success'?"

His father ignored the jab. "Son, you have to look at it pragmatically. Eventually you'll see that it's a change for the better, just as I did."

"But I didn't want to change!"

"Are you sure? Do you hate being the star quarterback of the football team? Having beautiful women throw themselves at you day after day? You would rather choose to continue to be ignored, in the hopes that a decade from now you might make enough money from being smart to make up for losing the best years of your youth?"

Josh was a bit taken aback at the intensity of his father's words, though his father was just as patient as ever as he uttered them. Josh took a second to calm himself down and tried to think about the situation rationally, still unused to how much harder it was to spend any lengthy amount of time in thought. He wasn't sure how much he could trust his feelings after his transformation, but as much as he hated it, his dad was right. He loved playing football now, and he loved the attention and popularity that came with being really good at it. And he especially loved the attention he was getting from women. Particularly from Amy, he thought, remembering how good her sexy body had felt on the end of his cock the night before as he emptied himself into her.

"But what about Amy? She didn't ask for any of this!" he demanded next, having remembered that he wasn't the only one affected by his current predicament.

"Ah yes, Amy. I've noticed the way she's been filling out recently. She was an excellent choice, son."

"It wasn't a choice! She touched the ball by accident and now she's becoming a sexy bimbo cheerleader!"

"Have you talked to her about all this? What does she think about what's happening? Son, you're going through some pretty powerful changes right now, and you're probably starting to feel some powerful new urges to go along with it. It was very important that you pick someone who can go through this alongside you, who can keep up with you, because things can easily get a bit... out of control if you're not careful. Don't worry about Amy. I promise that if she's anything like your mother, she's loving every bit of what's happening."

That evening Amy came back over, now that the cat was out of the bag about their relationship. His dad greeted her politely, told the two of them to stay safe and have fun, and went back to watching his football game.

"I talked to Dad," Josh informed her once they were alone. "He confirmed that the football is what's been changing us, and that he did it to us on purpose," Josh said, watching her face intently for her reaction to the news.

"Oh. Well, that's what we thought anyway though, right? At least now we know, I guess. Wanna fuck?" she asked, grinning and cupping her bra-less tits for him, knowing the effect they would have on his supercharged libido.

"Amy, don't you even care that this has been done to you without your consent?"

"I mean, I guess. But there's nothing we can do about it now, right? I know that you'll take care of me, and I'm really enjoying cheerleading and fucking you, so I'm not too worried about it. Plus, I feel so good all the time now!"

"But what about your dreams? You were going to be an award-winning author!"

"Yeah, and I guess I should totally be sad about that, but that stuff just seems so boring now..." Amy made a show of acting disappointed about not becoming an author, but Josh could tell that, ultimately, she was glad the football had made her so happy and sexy. "There are plenty of people writing books, though, and I, like, want to enjoy my own life! With you!" she said, glancing down at his crotch suggestively.

"If you're sure..." he grunted as his dick swelled. Josh felt the familiar sensation of his mind clouding as the proximity of his sexy girlfriend's enticing pussy began monopolizing his thoughts once more.

"I'm sure! Will you fuck me now? I forgot to bring the condoms though," she said impishly, looking down at his hardening dick with a twinkle in her eye. She already knew the answer, of course.

End of Chapter 2

Chapter 3 - Falling a bit farther

"Joshie, do you wanna come fuck me?"

Josh shifted his glance from the TV over to Amy seated on the edge of the bed. She had pulled down her top to let her heavy tits hang out, and had flipped her short skirt up, spreading her bare pussy lips for him. His cum was still slowly oozing out of her from their last session a few hours before. Even so, he began to feel that familiar, insistent desire to go stuff his hardening cock back into her enticing cunt nonetheless, but the game was still on.

"No babe, I already told you! Not while I'm watching the game! You'll have to wait until half time!" he said shortly, annoyed by the fact that the sexual pull of her body held such influence over him now as he tried to focus on the TV. Now that he was starting to want to fuck again, however, the presence of her receptive curves so close by began chipping away at his focus on the action on screen.

"But Joshie, I wanna fuck now! Look how wet my little pussy is for you!" she teased, sliding a finger into herself to show off her lubrication, which, to be honest, consisted mostly of Josh's cum at this point.

He whipped his head around, experiencing a brief flash of anger at the constant interruption, but then his cock got even harder at the sight of her wanton display, and the game began to seem less important as his slutty girlfriend demanded more and more of his attention. He could practically feel the cocktail of sex hormones rushing through his body, urging him to let the sight of her sexy body arouse him even further, to press himself against her soft, smooth skin and let his sensitive cock effortlessly slide into her tight, slick passage. His entire body demanded copulation, and unable to resist the hypermasculine desires the football had cursed him with any longer, he finally got up, walked over to Amy, and roughly pushed her down onto the bed. Amy giggled as he pulled his massive, rock-hard cock out of his boxers and prepared to mount her, his large balls already brimming with potent seed once more and the tip of his cock dripping with thick pre-cum.

"I can never say no to you for long," he said affectionately, and his cockhead began to part her labia, driving his need to fully sink his cock into her silky depths even higher.

"I know", she giggled as he began yet another session of mindlessly pumping his cock in and out of her ravenous cunt, while she basked in the instinctively satisfying feeling of primal fullness that accompanied being stuffed with his dick, enjoying the power that her flirty pussy gave her over her strong boyfriend in spite of all of his muscles.

It was late November. These days they only fucked raw, because they couldn't help it; Josh knew what the likely consequence would be, but was still entirely unable to stop. Whenever Amy was too close to him for too long, his conscious mind would go all fuzzy next to her soft skin and the smell of her hair and the enticing hole between her legs that was just so nice to thrust his cock into... and the next thing he knew, he'd be laying beside her once again, having dumped yet another massive load of jizz into her body.

Amy knew exactly what was happening, of course, but the sensation of feeling him inside her, filling her up as his cock bucked and jerked, dutifully delivering the potent contents of his massive balls, gave her such a feeling of completion, of purpose, that she couldn't stop herself from seducing her virile boyfriend over and over again. It was as though he belonged on top of her, filling her emptiness, and so whenever he wasn't, it was the most natural thing in the world for Amy to seductively display herself for him, to tempt him once more with the pleasures of her flesh. And she loved how impossible it was for him to resist her wiles, how strong his masculine urges for her body were, and how easy it was to tempt him into giving her exactly what she needed, hour after hour, day after day. Not to mention, the idea of her toned, athletic body being helplessly altered by Josh's virile cum was becoming more and more of a turn-on for her, and so whenever she thought about the end result of what they were doing, it just made her want to let him fuck her all the more.

Neither of them knew it yet, but cumming in his girlfriend's slutty pussy every day had already had its natural effect on Amy's fertile eighteen year-old body. Josh's nerdy genes had overwhelmed Amy's waiting egg the very first time she had successfully tempted him to go without protection, and their genetic material had already fused and begun growing. Soon she would begin swelling with life, but in the meantime she was still loving cheerleading, flexing and showing off her athletic young body in her tight cheerleading outfit, not knowing that her enticing curves had already accomplished their evolutionary goal of attracting a mate, who had been unable to resist the lure of her flirtations and the promise of her soft, inviting flesh.

Josh roared as he lost control inside his slutty girlfriend yet again. The stimulation of her slick pussy had triggered his ejaculation reflex, and his massive balls began involuntarily pulsing, filling Amy's womb with millions of copies of his genetic material that had already been made redundant by their frequent coupling, though their bodies' new urges continued to insist that they perform the act nonetheless.

Afterward, Amy murmured with self-satisfied pleasure as she gently stroked her abdomen and cuddled Josh's thick arms. Meanwhile, Josh refocused his attention on the tail end of the game, mollified by the equally powerful bonding hormones now coursing through him in his post-orgasm relaxation. He recognized how much he had changed, but his affection for Amy had persisted through all of the odd new developments that had come about in both of their lives. He realized that he loved her more than anything, and fully planned to be with her forever. Hell, he loved her far more now than he had back when they were friends, even though from time to time he still missed the relationship they used to share. There was nothing to be done though, since they couldn't resist fucking each other, and in any case they no longer shared the interests that they used to.

Back at school, even though the other eighteen and nineteen year-old senior girls were clearly aware of Josh's steadfast devotion to his girlfriend, they continued to relentlessly flirt with him every chance they got, and their advances only became more overt as he continued to grow larger and stronger. And when Amy wasn't around it was getting harder and harder to resist their flirtations. Even with how often he and Amy were fucking nowadays, he still constantly felt that new, deeply instinctive, powerfully masculine drive to spread his seed, to fuse his genetic material with as wide a variety of attractive females as he could, and that urge was continuing to grow stronger by the day.

When there were so many sexy women of legal age at his school, of all shapes and sizes, with their smooth, nubile bodies practically begging to be inseminated by him as they accidentally brushed their breasts against his arm in the hall, or gave him a wink as they suggestively stretched in front of him, there seemed to be less and less reason to discourage their affections. He couldn't help but love all of the female attention he was getting, but it also left him constantly turned on, awash wish sexual frustration that was recognized and encouraged by the girls around him. Many of the women were themselves confused by the flirty, giggly behavior they couldn't help but exhibit when they were in his presence, but they continued to do so nonetheless, thinking it nothing but a bit of harmless fun that gave them a tingly sexual thrill.

The other cheerleaders were the worst about it. Amy had cheerfully told them in excruciating detail just how well-endowed and fantastic Josh was in bed, and, armed with this knowledge, the other cheerleaders' youthful hormones drove them to shamelessly flirt with him and hang off his muscular arms in the hallways, evolutionarily drawn to his powerful features that promised them both protection and strong, viable offspring. Most were even willing to make out when they "coincidentally" found themselves alone with him, and Josh ultimately gave in to the temptation to take them up on their unspoken offers. In the locker room, in deserted classrooms, and even in the janitor's closet, Josh discovered just how good it could feel to have a wide variety of girls press their delightfully soft and shapely bodies against him, and more and more of the cheerleaders began to seek him out to discreetly indulge in just a bit of their instinctual desire for each other.

Each time, Josh would quickly get caught up in the addictive sensation of sexual contact with these eager young women, and couldn't help but try to take the situations to the next level. All he knew was that he needed more and more of his skin to be pressed against theirs, though he couldn't consciously conceive of why at the time, or consider what his desires would eventually lead to. When a woman was in his arms he was all id, helplessly obeying the whims of his hormones, yet entirely ignorant of his body's ultimate goal as it unconsciously drove him toward filling the girls' fertile young bodies with his seed.

The girls had significantly more self-control, and would usually let him explore underneath their tight tops a little bit, enjoying his coaxing caresses on the soft skin of their slim torsos, but, without exception, they would always chicken out once they felt the full size of his massive manhood slowly and insistently pulsing through his clothing against their abdomens. Despite their obvious arousal, cheeks pink, breathing heavy, eyes large and sparkling, and erect nipples poking visibly through their thin tops, their discomfort at just how much they wanted to let Josh have his way with them would become too intense, and they would flee to silently masturbate away their frustrations in the security of the women's bathroom.

Their refusal, of course, made Josh angry and gave him blue balls, but his father had always taught him to respect when a woman said "no", and so he would go home and take out his sexual frustrations on the very willing Amy, who if anything looked forward to the slightly rougher treatment that came inexplicably every few days.

One day, however, Josh finally grew tired of their horny, endless cockteasing, and realized he had just the thing to encourage them to embrace their obvious sexual attraction for him a bit more fully. He knew it was probably a bad idea for some reason, and remembered his father's admonition to be careful, but he justified it by telling himself that he probably wouldn't even use it anyway. And even if he did, it would only be on cheerleader types who clearly wanted to go further with him already, just to help them get past their inexperience and inhibitions. Plus, if Amy was any indication, the football's effects would probably help them fill out their cheerleading outfits a bit more as well. What girl didn't want to be sexier, after all? He'd really be doing them a favor, and they'd probably just end up slightly bustier and just a bit more inclined to indulge in some harmless fun with him. Not to mention, he had no evidence that the football would even work on any other girls. Maybe it was restricted to his bloodline or something, or could only be used once per generation.

And so he began bringing the box containing the old football to school with him, just in case, never intending to use it, of course, but feeling somehow comforted by its presence as he faced the daily onslaught of enticingly flirty, yet infuriatingly inhibited cheerleaders. But then, Samantha, one of the smoking hot eighteen year-olds, begged him to give her an "intimate" tour of the back corner of the varsity football locker room. She was a bubbly brunette with a cute face, a shy little thing awash with hormones, craving his body, but again clearly uncomfortable with the strength of her attraction to him. Even so, against his better judgment, Josh couldn't help but agree, and led her to the locker room where the over-the-clothes petting quickly got hot and heavy.

But, when the encounter inevitably resulted in yet another bashful, reluctant refusal from his clearly aroused female companion once his strong hands began exploring under her clothes, it was more than Josh could take. In a fit of spontaneous, testosterone-induced anger he decided to make it a bit more difficult for the cute brunette to resist her urges in the future. As he reached for the box and pulled out the fateful football, his arousal-clouded brain was already imagining the heavy tits he knew Samantha's body would be forced to grow. They would look just right on her slim frame, jiggling in his face as she bounced helplessly on his cock and begged for his cum, a slave to her new desires just like Amy was. And I am, he thought briefly, with a hint of regret, before deliberately placing the football in Samantha's confused grasp.

The poor girl was stopped in her tracks as soon as the football touched her skin, just as Josh had always known she would be, despite his feeble attempts to convince himself otherwise and justify his decision to transform her into a busty bimbo cheerleader. Whether he regretted it or not, however, the deed was done. Samantha's cute features blanked as the ball pumped her full of its slow-acting yet irresistible hypersexuality, and her distracted mind filled with the same appealing images of lust-filled couplings with beefy, masculine jocks with huge cocks that Amy's had. When Samantha noticed that there were hands moving over her body throughout her reverie, caressing her in just the right places, she offered herself up to them, temporarily overwhelmed by the fluttery pleasure induced by her initial contact with the football, and the strong hands began to explore further under her clothes than any had before.

When Samantha finally came to, she noticed that her shirt and bra had been fully pulled up, and that Josh was eagerly groping her small tits while his large shaft visibly throbbed against his shorts. As much as Samantha wanted the pleasant tingles coursing through her body to continue, spreading outward and downward from where his fingers were gripping and stroking her bare breasts, she instead rebuffed him, straightened her disheveled clothing, and marched out of the empty locker room in a huff, as though Josh were somehow the one who had sought out this private rendezvous in the first place.

Once more Josh was left with the impotent rage that always came with his frequent sexual frustration, but this time he knew a seed had been irrevocably planted, and that it was only a matter of time before his thick cock would be fertilizing it.

This happened a few more times over the next few weeks with the other cheerleaders that were less able to resist the pull of their hormonal young bodies toward his overwhelming masculinity. Just as Samantha had, they all ended up getting cold feet, and Josh ended up showing each of them his "special football", which without exception triggered the same initial reactions in them that it had in Samantha and Amy.

Each time Josh changed a girl it got easier to do so again in the future, and Josh eventually began giving in to the temptation to use the ball preemptively as more and more of the other cheerleaders over eighteen succeeded in getting him alone. Still, he knew that it would be wrong to just change every girl he found attractive, and so he continued to justify his actions by only affecting the older girls who went out of their way to seduce him. He figured that their changes would probably be less noticeable anyway since they were all cheerleaders already, and that a few more girls on the squad suddenly following their captain's example of stereotypically sexy bodies and behavior wouldn't be seen as out of place.

In the meantime, Josh continued to excel on the football field as his grades continued to slide. He broke many of his father's single-season records, and led his team to the state championship. With his performance in the finals, he knew that he was practically guaranteed a full ride to the football school of his choice, and so after the season ended he turned to weightlifting, both to improve his scholarship prospects and to work off the constant aggression building up inside his powerful frame. Amy was finally made official cheer team captain after the football season ended, and quickly put the team to work preparing for the spring sports, setting an example in team workouts with her surprising strength, flexibility, and stamina in spite of her curves, which by this point were almost cartoonish.

Over the next few weeks, into mid December and up to the start of winter break, Josh began to notice that his other football efforts had started paying dividends as well. The few cheerleaders who had gotten a bit too intimate with Josh suddenly seemed to fill out their tops a bit more than usual, with their chests sticking out slightly further above their slim waists and thicker hips, and they seemed drawn to more revealing outfits as well. Josh was ashamed of his actions, but even so, he couldn't stop himself from admiring their increasingly shapely bodies, or from unconsciously looking forward to the day each of them would inevitably seek him out to fully sate their growing lust.

The football's effects continued to manifest in the oblivious cheerleaders over break, who suddenly couldn't seem to keep their bodies from inexplicably swelling with overt sexuality, or to keep their minds from thinking about tall, muscly hunks with thick dicks as their carnal urges grew along with their bodies. Despite their confusion and worry, every morning they would wake up bustier and hornier, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist seeking out the male attention they found themselves beginning to crave. And yet, the more these new feelings strengthened within them, the more natural they felt, and it became harder and harder to feel concerned about the repercussions of their new impulses. They began to love that they were getting curvier, especially since they were also becoming more muscled and athletic at the same time, and it was so hard to worry when they felt so happy and giggly and sexy and just plain good all the time! It was so much easier to just go with the flow, embrace their unexpected new changes and desires, and enjoy the pleasant, hungry tingle that now started up between their perfectly toned legs whenever guys showed the slightest sexual interest in their bodies.

When school started back in January, the affected girls all unconsciously agreed to take their normal social role as sexy, flirty cheerleaders to the next level, wearing bolder makeup and more revealing clothing to advertise their heightened libidos and the tempting offer of their swelling bodies. The unaffected cheerleaders were confused when they saw their inexplicably busty friends acting sluttier than usual, but the eighteen and nineteen year-old male seniors immediately reacted to their displays, becoming more and more daring with their own advances, all of which were all happily welcomed by the new clique of de facto school sluts.

By this point the group of curvy, cock-hungry cheerleaders had fully embraced the football's addictive changes, just like Amy had, and were more than eager to offer themselves to the more masculine jocks on the school's sports teams. It just felt so good to let the jocks feel them up as much as they liked, driving their own arousal higher upon seeing the guys' clear sexual interest in their bodies, before giving out blowjobs and handjobs and titjobs like candy. The girls were driven by instinct to stimulate as many of those cocks to orgasm as possible, to feel the men's balls clenching in sexual ecstasy as the big-titted sluts teased jet after jet of dangerously potent semen out of the jocks' stiff cocks and into the girls' mouths or onto their bodies, and then the busty cheerleaders would bask in sticky, primal satisfaction and wish that they had let the jocks cum inside of their hungry pussies instead.

But they never did. As their figures continued to inexplicably fill out over the next few weeks and they continued to cover their naked, swollen tits in copious amounts of jock cum, they instinctively kept it all away from their hungry, susceptible pussies, aware of their vulnerable fertility, which could be exploited in a moment by a single errant drop of potent, virile masculinity if they weren't careful. Their pussies, as fascinated by the call of semen as they were now, still couldn't differentiate between the sperm of a powerful, virile male and the sperm of a weakling, and at some level the girls knew just how easily they could be thoroughly and irreversibly impregnated by either if they weren't careful. 

Their new reproduction-obsessed minds wanted only the strongest genes in town for themselves, of course, so as much as they wanted to fill themselves with the cum of these run-of-the-mill jocks, they unconsciously knew the consequences that would have on their receptive, hyperfertile bodies, so eager to be used for procreation. It could only result in wastefully fusing their superior genes with those of a lesser man, and, with how much their bodies seemed to want them to be pregnant now, it wasn't likely that they'd be able to resist the urge to wait out their pregnancy and give birth. This would tie up their reproductive organs for a full year of their lives that they could otherwise spend breeding with the one man they were clearly designed for: Josh.

None of these decisions were conscious, of course. As far as the girls knew, they just wanted to have a bit of harmless, slutty fun, and they really wanted to have a bit of harmless, slutty fun with Josh.

Naturally, all of the affected girls developed the same obsession with Josh's visible bulge that Amy had. They couldn't stop thinking about the large balls that Amy had described to them in excruciating detail powerfully pulsing between their shapely legs, imagining the inviting slickness of their flirty pussies teasing Josh's powerful cock just past the limits of his resistance. Thanks to Josh, they all now shared Amy's deep, instinctive drive to get just the tip his naked dick inside them, where they knew that everything would naturally work itself out, though they too never really stopped to consider why, and as the days passed it became more and more clear that these confrontations were inevitable.

And so their busts and hips continued to swell, with or without their approval, into shapely hourglass figures with full, bouncy tits that they couldn't help but show off. They became even bolder in their interactions with Josh, as the need to see his cock powerfully pulsing in person inevitably grew in each and every girl who touched the football, becoming harder and harder to resist as their own increasingly willing bodies became ever more appealing to Josh's own hungry eyes.

And all the while Amy silently watched her teammates' sudden changes accelerate as her own began to slow, as yet unaware that she had a whole new series of changes of her own to look forward to in the near future.

End of Chapter 3

Chapter 4 - Too Many Apples

Over the next few weeks, Josh watched guiltily as the cheerleaders he had infected with the football's sinister influence involuntarily ripened into sex-obsessed goddesses of femininity and fertility, just as Amy had, and just as Josh had known they would. In the end, he had been equally unable to resist his own ravenous new sexual appetites, and had quickly caved to the temptation to increase the number of irresistible bimbos available to him, each of whom was instinctively driven to sate his powerful lusts with their eager, receptive bodies.

Eventually, Josh found himself in a situation where he was forced to fully enjoy the fruit of his labors. It was the cute brunette, Samantha, whose changes were a few days further along than the other girls. When she approached him yet again for some quality private time in mid-January, Josh should have expected the overwhelming lure of the powerful new femininity he had forced upon her, but he was still under the mistaken notion that Amy was somehow unique, and that Samantha couldn't possibly become sexy enough to compete with her and tempt him into infidelity.

So, Josh was completely blindsided when she finally confronted him with the overwhelming sex appeal of her fully transformed body as it spilled out of her revealing cheerleading outfit, and his need for her quickly began to overpower the diminished self control of his jock body, exacerbated by his hypermasculine urges. To be fair, Samantha didn't look like Amy, not at all, but her own idealized features - silky dark brown hair framing a refined, elegant face and smoky green eyes that sparkled with playful promises of pleasure, not to mention her thick, voluptuous new figure - was just as intoxicating as Amy's blonde, bubbly hourglass physique, and within seconds Josh was allowing himself to be led by the hand back to the scene of his original debauchery, his eyes glued to Samantha's ass deliciously bouncing in front of him as his enhanced cock stiffened and eagerly began to prepare for intercourse.

Calling back to their original conversation, Samantha once again coquettishly asked for a tour of the locker room, but Josh could tell from the hungry look in the busty cheerleader's eyes that this time she wanted much more than that first innocent makeout session, driven by youthful hormones but tempered by embarrassment, inexperience, and social inhibitions. This was the face of a mature sexual being who knew exactly what her body really wanted, and who knew equally well that Josh wouldn't be able to resist giving it to her.

Once more in the back corner of the locker room, Samantha forcefully pressed her body against his, her small, soft hands already teasing along the massive rod tenting his athletic shorts, and Josh allowed himself to be maneuvered down onto a bench in the middle of the floor, helpless to resist the powerful femininity of the two massive tits in his face as she smoothly slid his shorts down and his enormous phallus and heavy testicles bounced into view. Samantha was immediately distracted at the sight, having finally come face to face with the daunting rod of tasty man-meat and large, fascinating balls that had filled her dreams for over a month at this point.

Her tits were still dangling in Josh's face, however, and so his arousal too continued to grow until he finally reached up and began to roughly grope them, squeezing them together and jiggling them back and forth as the creamy, bouncy globes continued to erode his capacity for rational thought.

Josh vaguely recalled how he'd convinced himself that he had only started changing girls for their own good, and maybe so that they'd jerk him off every once in a while, but now that he had actively come face to face with the results of the football's effects once more, with the irresistible seductresses who needed his dick jerking in their pussies just as bad as Amy had, he realized the truth: he had always intended to fuck these girls. Once faced with this new raw, receptive femininity that was easily as overpowering as Amy's, he recognized that in his current testosterone-flooded body he wouldn't be able to resist, and he realized that that had really been his plan all along.

He didn't want to resist. He loved the way Samantha looked, the way she felt, the way she smelled, and he loved what being near her did to him, how hard it got his giant cock and how much it made him want to slide it inside her and just thrust. It was so easy to go along with her, to enjoy her body and indulge in harmless, flirty fun with her, and so when Samantha began to straddle him, obeying her own mating instinct, Josh was eager to let her slide down onto the tip of his straining cock and let it slip all too easily into this new, enticing pussy where everything felt so perfectly soft and slick and stimulating. Of course, once he had been inside for a second, and both of them had gasped in pleasure and his eyes had met hers, smoldering with mutual, irresistible need, things stopped feeling so perfect to Josh, and he began to need more of that slick stimulation, to chase that perfect sensation once again, and so his hips began rocking automatically, sending his massive, sensitive cock sliding in and out of another bimbofied cheerleader, and his lizard brain was once again satisfied, though at the base of his dick a familiar, insidious pressure slowly began to build as well.

Josh wasn't even thinking about cumming inside her when he entered her, of course. He was past being capable of those sorts of thoughts. He only knew that he needed to thrust himself into this new vision of feminine sexuality, who clearly wanted his cock inside her as much as he did. His mating instincts had entirely taken over his actions, and he began quickly driving himself toward orgasm inside her tight reproductive tract, only aware of the need to continue thrusting, and the pleasure he got from doing so, and his large balls continued to tighten as he grew ever closer to his involuntary, lifegiving release.

The curvy brunette whose tits were bouncing in his face as she rode him, on the other hand, was entirely focused on teasing and squeezing his giant cock until she triggered that release. She too was experiencing nearly debilitating pleasure and bliss with each powerful thrust, but a part of her mind remained razor-focused on the increasingly insistent twitchings of that cock inside her as his arousal continued to build from the slick friction of her tight receptacle. She knew exactly what that thick, throbbing cock and those massive twitching balls signified the moment they had come into view; the hyperfertile body the football had given her flooded her slutty mind with excitement and anticipation at the sight, and her ever-present desire to feel a virile cock jerking and surging and spurting inside her began to assert itself with a vengeance.

This time, however, there was none of the hesitation that had accompanied her earlier dalliances, only a feeling of euphoric satisfaction at finally being able to fully indulge in her new body's strongest craving. Samantha couldn't explain her newfound obsession with feeling that monster reflexively jerking inside her, filling her with warm, gooey potential, but that didn't make the drive to experience it any less overpowering, and willing Josh to cum inside her became a wordless mantra inside her mind with each thrust. Not that she needed to worry, of course, since Josh's instincts were driving him to do just that, and he didn't notice that with each thrust his dick became a bit more insistent.

Before either of them knew it, the inexorable coaxing of her body became more than Josh could take. Just when he felt himself losing control as his orgasm triggered and his balls began to tighten in reflex, instinct overcame him once more and he wrapped his powerful arms tightly around her soft, curvy body, pulling her down fully onto his dick as he roared and began mindlessly pumping the copious contents of his heavy balls deep into the fertile young slut.

Samantha loved the feel of his hard muscles tightening around her body as she felt his cock stiffening inside her, locking her into position and forcing her body to receive what it had craved for so long, and sure enough, a second later she felt the first thick spurt of his load blast powerfully against her cervix and soak into her greedy womb. She reached around underneath herself, where her dainty hand quickly found Josh's massive, weighty testicles reflexively tensing and tightening with the effort of delivering so much of his genetic material into her body. She wasn't sure it would help, especially because her hand felt so tiny against his swollen, pulsing ballsack, but she began to massage and fondle nonetheless as her body drove her to get as much of their contents into her as possible. Despite her eagerness to take it all in, the sheer volume of Josh's spunk quickly filled her tunnel and began to overflow onto the bench, but even so she continued her squeezing and coaxing, knowing instinctively that a steady stream flowing and soaking against her innermost recesses was what her body wanted.

As Josh finally began to come down from his ecstasy what felt like an eternity later, and his cock's pleasurable pulsing deep within the cunt of a slutty cheerleader who definitely wasn't his girlfriend began to subside, he was finally able to acknowledge the fact that Samantha had definitely become just as irresistible as Amy had, and had felt just as good to cum inside. If anything, she had almost felt better, since everything about her was new and different, including the luxurious feel of her tight pussy gripping and stroking his dick, and it seemed like his body could tell somehow, giving him an even more intense orgasm than usual, and releasing copious amounts of jizz into her in the process to ensure that she was well and truly impregnated.

Finally, Josh recognized that affecting so many girls with the football had definitely been a huge mistake, though not for the reason he had initially suspected. Before, the other girls had just been an annoying temptation that paled in comparison to the one goddess the football had chosen for him. Now, however, he knew that Amy's hadn't been unique, that the football indiscriminately made sure that every girl could be perfectly tailored to coaxing his cum into her enticing vagina, and now that he had seen how good fucking two of them could be, he could feel his desire to fuck all of them getting stronger. Still, Josh did love Amy, and at that moment committed himself to never abandoning her, no matter what happened with the other busty sluts he had been slowly filling the school with for the past few months.

He gently lifted Samantha off his body, feeling guilty at the intense aftershocks of pleasure he experienced as he slowly slid her tight, textured pussy up his shaft and his cock released a few final squirts of potent cum into her. She relaxed on the bench next to him with a glazed look of bliss on her face as he put his clothes back on, her body still rewarding her with pleasure at having accomplished its goal, and she sat there absent-mindedly squeezing a heavy breast while the other hand played with her used pussy. Josh's seed continued to drip out of her in large globs, onto the bench and down onto the floor where it began to form a pool. He could already feel the closeness of her naked body and the appealing pull of the cock-sheath nestled between her thick thighs starting to affect him again, so, having accepted his fate for better and for worse, he left her there to clean up the mess and went back to class, knowing there was nothing he could do to prevent his cum from having its own natural, transformative effect inside her vulnerable body.

Maybe she won't get pregnant, he thought to himself hopefully. Amy hadn't gotten pregnant yet, and they'd been fucking non-stop every day. In fact, now that he had resisted a second round with Samantha he could feel his body looking forward to going home and filling up his slutty cheerleader girlfriend once again with the virtually endless supply of thick cum his balls produced.

That very day, however, Amy finally noticed that she had missed her period, and realized with glee that it wouldn't be long before her tight abdomen began to swell as a result of her frequent intimate exposure to the very cum that was currently working its magic within Samantha. She was ecstatic, and immediately told Josh the good news that evening (as soon as she had enjoyed being pumped full of a fresh load, of course). Josh was excited too, though he also realized that this development had likely sealed his fate with Samantha and the other girls who were still deep in the throes of their transformations. Still, there was nothing to be done, and though he was also worried that things had moved a bit too fast between Amy and himself, he also somehow couldn't wait to settle down and start a family with her. He knew that his urges would continue to drive him to seek out other women, especially since he seemingly couldn't stop himself from turning them into busty bimbo sluts obsessed with his cock, but even so he knew deep down that Amy was the only girl for him. Whether that was another one of the football's effects, tying him to the first bimbo he fucked, he had no way of knowing, but either way he knew it was the truth.

For her part, Amy knew that Josh had begun not-so-subtly pursuing other girls, of course, and as ditzy and sex-obsessed as the football had made her, she had immediately figured out what the swelling busts and increasingly slutty behavior of her fellow cheerleaders had signified. Still, if it ever bothered her, she never let it show, even after the other cheerleaders' bellies began to swell like hers was. It may have been that she instinctively knew that Josh was loyal only to her, and so as long as he continued to feed her needy pussy a healthy diet of cock, she was unbothered by his powerful, testosterone-driven urge to sow his wild oats. Not to mention that that obscene, unfettered masculinity was exactly what had drawn her to him in the first place, and she understood the strength of the football's effects all too well. They had led to her own sexy body getting so thoroughly knocked up too, after all.

Life didn't stop for Josh after receiving this news, of course, and the other cheerleaders he had affected soon followed Samantha's lead in seducing him. As their reproductive urges continued to ramp up and they tired of their fruitless toying with lesser men, they sought Josh out one after another, and each time it was a little easier for Josh to give in to his desire for their nubile young bodies and allow himself to experience the carnal pleasures of their enhanced curves, and, ultimately, their flirty, stimulating pussies. Time and time again he would return to his senses riding the aftershocks of orgasm, balls deep in yet another needy cheerleader bimbo slut as he felt his body reflexively blasting rope after rope of dangerous baby juice into their vulnerable reproductive tracts while they screamed his name.

Moreover, indulging in his need to spread his seed seemed only to strengthen it, and he began expanding his sights beyond just the cheerleaders, to any girls who came on to him, knowing that all it would take was a quick touch of his football to guarantee that they would be willing to fully act out their desires, and as idealized, hypersexual versions of themselves, no less.

He could have any girl he wanted, and he knew it. Eventually, the power began to go to his head, and he began affecting girls more indiscriminately, even openly carrying the football through the halls with him so he could change girls on a whim. The shy, bookish blonde found herself becoming a lot more outgoing as her tits grew out, eventually going out for the cheerleading team, and then going out of her way to be alone with Josh, who savored the exquisite sensation of cumming in her. The petite, giggly redhead with freckles and green eyes became a much bustier, curvier, hornier redhead, though she still giggled in mindless bliss when her fun game of "just the tip" ultimately led to Josh ejaculating deep inside her. One touch of his football, and Josh would inevitably get to see what it felt like to combine his DNA with theirs. And it always felt fantastic. So many tempting pussies begging for his seed, and Josh couldn't help but fill them all. Over and over. It was never enough.

It was only when he accidentally changed one of his former, unpopular friends that he began to consider the results of his actions, albeit briefly. The clumsy, decidedly unattractive girl had accidentally bumped into the football as he carelessly carried it through the halls of the school, and though he hadn't meant to affect her, he noticed her eyes fluttering nonetheless in the characteristic look of dazed pleasure all of the girls exhibited as the football's effects took hold within their bodies, and it became increasingly clear over the next few weeks that she had indeed been fully affected.

Her complexion cleared, and her nerdy body began to swell in all of the enticing ways that the other girls' had, and Josh's testosterone-fueled mind was forced to take notice of her developing curves in spite of himself. He hated watching her initial panic at having been infected with whatever had turned the more attractive senior girls into busty sluts, but she too eventually succumbed to the effects and fully embraced her new bimbo body and persona. Once she was far enough along to seek out Josh's attentions, her new body was more than his implacable cock could resist as she continued to swell and tighten, and in spite of his reluctance and guilt he found himself unintentionally cumming in her slutty pussy anyway, spreading his seed yet further. She, of course, loved every second of it. All of the girls did. Once affected, every girl inevitably embraced her slutty new body and slutty new personality, and wanted nothing more than to get Josh alone where they could persuade him to breed them.

Even so, once he had indulged his reproductive urges with his newest bimbo, he took the incident to heart, realizing that the ball would change anyone who touched it, regardless of his own intentions. He resolved to be more careful in the future, though of course the damage had already been done as far as his thoroughly smitten, slutty, impregnated former friend was concerned, who quit the yearbook staff soon afterward to join the ever-growing cheerleading team.

Interest in the cheerleading team was at an all-time high, and the team's numbers continued to grow as more and more busty, athletic young women came forward to try out. In the spring, they had the best cheerleading team in the state, as well as the best looking, by far. The girls still deferred to Amy's leadership, not only because she was Josh's chosen mate and the first of the cheer-bimbos, but, once they noticed that she was pregnant, possibly also because they subconsciously knew that they would soon experience the same fate, especially with how often all of them were letting Josh spurt his massive loads inside their unprotected pussies.

It had gotten increasingly easy to find teachers to sponsor the team as well, after a few of the female teachers got a bit too close to Josh in the hall while he was carrying the football, and a few weeks later had gotten much too close to Josh in their classrooms after hours with some hands-on, mutually fulfilling lessons in sex-ed.

All of Josh's bimbos tried to convince him to dump Amy for them, but he never even considered it. Sex with them was just sex for him, an irresistible bodily function that just happened to result in impregnation, and he never experienced the powerful bonding experience with them that he felt with Amy. "Amy's the only girl for me" is all that he would say, and then he would head out, leaving his most recent load dripping out of the slutty pussy that the increasingly busty girl couldn't resist offering to him.

Eventually, filling their fertile young bodies with copious amounts of virile seed had its inevitable effect on Samantha and the other earliest-affected cheerleaders, and they began to swell just as Amy had as their bodies unconsciously and involuntarily blended their genetic information with Josh's and began to produce his offspring.

Many of the girls had expected their inevitable pregnancies, given the nature of their recent behavior and the copious volume of Josh's sexy emissions each time he filled them with his catalyzing cum, but just as many of the busty sluts were caught by surprise. They hadn't been able to resist their instinct to mate with Josh, so perhaps they thought their repeated couplings wouldn't have consequences, despite the fact that their bodies had swollen into caricatures of fertility in the first place, and their thoughts had become increasingly focused on feeling Josh's massive balls tightening and filling them with his fascinating, yummy jizz. Either way, after the deed was done their hyperfertile bodies reacted completely naturally to the potent seed inside them, and used that genetic material to make more copies of Josh, whether they wanted them to or not.

Even so, in all cases the bimbos were bombarded with powerful maternal instincts as soon as the found out they were pregnant, just as Amy had been, and they were all incredibly eager to have Josh's babies. Once Josh had made it clear that he wouldn't leave Amy for them, however, the girls instead found themselves drawn toward the other senior jocks as their nesting instincts asserted themselves, and they had no trouble using their hyperfeminine bodies to convince the hormonal young men to slide their cocks into their slick, flirty pussies, just to see what it felt like. It felt great, of course, and without exception the young men found their cocks teased into unprotected ejaculation. The girls loved it, but they couldn't help but be aware that they were settling after having experienced Josh's incomparably massive schlong for themselves. Still, cum was cum, and at the end of the day it was all delightfully masculine and practically irresistible. Plus, the girls knew they would need partners to help raise their children, and what better way to snare a horny young man than to offer him all the sex he could ever want with a voluptuous cheerleader straight out of his wet dreams?

Samatha had had first pick, of course, and mere days after she got her positive test, she could be seen hanging off the arm of the backup quarterback. Over the next few weeks, the other jocks had slowly been paired off with the other irresistibly sexy bimbos as well, not knowing that the receptive reproductive organs they were filling daily had already been tied up for the next nine months by Josh.

Some of the girls Josh affected with the football already had boyfriends. Initially these had been accidents, and Josh had regretted it when he saw the girls succumbing to the football's bimbofying effects right before their boyfriends' eyes, but once he saw the blissful looks of happiness on their faces as their girlfriends swelled into voluptuous bimbos, he began to feel significantly less bad about it. The girls' inhibitions shrank as their sexual appetites grew, and the curvy sluts began putting out as much as their delighted boyfriends wanted. Upon seeing how happy the couples were afterward, Josh stopped worrying about whether the girls he affected were already spoken for.

Unbeknownst to Josh, however, despite their willingness to engage in practically any sexual act as long as it resulted in clenching balls and spurting cocks, the girls still never let their boyfriends cum in them. Then, once they had progressed far enough into their transformations, they were forced to seek Josh out to be properly inseminated, just as all the other girls were. Josh initially tried to resist their advances, but inevitably his cock found its way into their tempting pussies nonetheless, and the stimulation and their overwhelming femininity would cause him to lose control inside of them, and he would end up coating their insides with his genetic material anyway. After a few such sessions, the bimbos would go back to their boyfriends, this time insisting that they empty their balls inside their tight pussies, which the men were always more than eager to do. Eventually, Josh began to consider secretly knocking up the girls almost a fee for his services, and everyone was happy.

Finally, the teachers who had succumbed to the football's influence had begun to see the effects of their private sessions with Josh as well. The quality of their teaching had degraded as their bodies had inexplicably filled out and their priorities had begun to shift, but once they were sure their slutty bodies had gotten exactly what they needed from Josh, the voluptuous, oversexed educators began to seek out private "mentorship" meetings with the principal and other senior male staff, such that by the time their bodies began to swell from the consequences of using their own fertile vaginas to teach Josh about reproductive anatomy, they had already gotten engaged and were busy fucking their lucky older fiances into blissful stupors.

In all cases, once it became known that the women were pregnant, the men stayed. The girls were just too hot, and the sex was entirely too good to walk away from.

In early spring, Josh's father finally noticed all of the pregnancies among the surprisingly busty eighteen and nineteen year-old girls around town and asked Josh if it was his doing.

Josh said yes, feeling his powerful muscles tensing and his temper rising, ready for a confrontation, though he knew his soft-spoken father would never raise a hand against him.

"Son, I know better than anyone how strong the urges can get. Still, you should stop using the ball so willy-nilly. You're changing these girls forever, you know."

"Oh, like you changed me and Amy forever?" Josh shot back angrily, and his father sat back, deep in thought.

Perhaps he was beginning to question what he'd done to his son. He'd always assumed that the football had improved his own life, and to be sure, he'd thoroughly enjoyed its effects over the years, and had never questioned his own father's decision to pass the ball down to him. Sure, he'd occasionally been tempted to use the ball on other women, but the special bond that the ball had forged between him and his wife had kept him from doing so. With Josh, however, it was clear that the ball's effects were much more pronounced than they had been with him, and he knew how good it felt to give in to that urge to knock up sexy young women, especially ones who had fallen under the ball's influence.

"You may be right, son. I gave you the ball, but didn't give you a choice in the matter. Now the ball's your responsibility, and it's up to you to decide how to use it. Just be careful."

And so the sudden epidemic of incredibly hot cheerleaders just as quickly became an epidemic of incredibly hot pregnant cheerleaders, and their athletic young bodies continued to swell as their pregnancies progressed. By the time graduation came, the majority of the eighteen and nineteen year-old seniors were in various stages of showing as the walked across the stage to collect their diplomas, and the furthest along had begun to notice their massive breasts growing even heavier as their bodies prepared for motherhood.

Josh had no trouble securing a football scholarship to a prestigious state school, even after only having played his senior year, and while his visibly pregnant girlfriend made plans for their wedding, he made plans to move his small family to the big city. Even with her swollen belly, Amy was just as sexually insatiable as always, if not more so, and Josh was more than happy to keep filling her expanding abdomen with cum, morning, noon, and night.

Still, as he packed for the city, he couldn't help but pack his trusty old football, just in case.

Author's Note: Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, all rights reserved. Enjoy!

Master PC: The Coffeeshop

by Fidget

Chapter 1

"Amy!" the barista called out.

Amy walked over, grabbed her decaf latte, sat down at a table that would give her a nice view of the entire shop, and pulled out her laptop. She opened the program that her brother had sent her for her birthday last week, eager to see if it was all that he claimed it was. "Master PC" briefly flashed across the screen, and was then replaced with a text box. “Welcome to the Master Command Center... where the Master allows you to become a virtual god to the people around you... Now, you possess the power to bend their reality to your specifications. You are the Master’s representative.” Weird, she thought, still skeptical that it could change reality like her brother had claimed.

She typed her own name in when prompted to enter a user, and then again when prompted to enter a subject. Suddenly, she was surprised to find a naked image of herself spinning on the screen, with multiple sliders for adjusting various physical and mental characteristics. Not wanting anyone looking over her shoulder to notice any naked pictures of herself or of the the coffeeshop's other patrons, she decided to input all of her instructions through the program's command line interface, instead of using the GUI. After making the change and familiarizing herself with the syntax of the commands, she figured she'd start off with a small test.

[Subject's nails always look perfectly manicured], she typed. She braced herself, hit Enter, and was delighted to see that her usually chipped nails now looked as though they were fresh out of the salon! The program works! she thought gleefully, before sobering up at the implications of what she had just done. The program worked. She had changed reality. She now had the ability to change anything she wanted about anyone in this coffeeshop, including herself.

She briefly considered deleting the program altogether, feeling that this was entirely too much power for one person to wield. But then she remembered why she had come here in the first place, and assured herself that she didn't really want that much from the program after all.

Amy was lonely. It had been two years since she'd even been on a date. She wasn't unattractive, but she felt that her quiet nature, lack of confidence, and conservative clothing choices, in combination with her utter lack of curves, prevented her from getting any attention from men. She felt plain looking and unwanted, and wished that just once an attractive stranger would strike up a flirty conversation with her at a coffeeshop. That's all. If that conversation developed into a second date down the line, then great, but if not, at least she would have the experience to look back on. And now, thanks to Master PC, Amy could finally make that simple conversation a reality.

She looked around the shop, and finally settled on an attractive guy in a business suit typing busily on his own laptop at a table across from her. She secretly snapped a pic of him with her phone, and put it through Master PC's image recognition program. A few seconds later the program identified him as Michael. She activated his profile and glanced at some of his physical values. Seeing that his penis was seven inches fully erect, she flushed with embarrassed and navigated back to the command line.

[Subject finds themselves slightly physically attracted to user], she wrote, and was about to hit Enter, when she noticed that a checkbox called "Subject will be aware of any modifications" was checked. Oh, so by default the subject would notice the changes too, in addition to the user. She recalled that she had noticed her new nails immediately, and didn't know how he'd react if he discovered that he was spontaneously changing, so she unchecked the box and hit Enter, feeling slightly guilty about changing him without his knowledge but excited nevertheless.

A few seconds later, he looked up, glanced over at her, gave her the briefest of smiles, and returned to work. Amy flushed with pleasure and embarrassment at the attention, and thought about her next instruction for the program.

She realized that she didn't know how long he planned to be there, and she didn't want him leaving before she'd finished her fun. The command subject will stay in this coffeeshop until the user leaves quickly took care of that worry, however, and Amy giggled at just how easy it was to change things with the program. She noticed that there was another check box by her cursor, which said "Everyone will be aware of any modifications". This box was unchecked, which, along with the other checkbox, Amy interpreted to mean that none of the changes she was making would be noticed by anyone other than herself at this point, since she was the user. That was exactly the way she wanted it, so she left both boxes blank, and looked back over at Michael.

She noticed that he had glanced up from his computer, and was sad to see that he was looking at one of the baristas instead of at her. Amy looked the pretty barista up and down, and decided that her own dull brown eyes couldn't compare to the other girl's bright blue ones, so she decided to do her one better. Switching back to her profile, she typed, [Subject now has striking green eyes.] There, let's see Ms. Flirty Barista deal with that, she thought with satisfaction, before pressing Enter.

She reflected on how typical it was for him to look at the barista instead of her. All her life men had passed her over in favor of prettier and more outgoing girls like the barista, even if Amy had been the one the men were initially focused on. 

With a magic computer program I still can't keep a guy's interest for more than ten seconds, she thought bitterly. Well, she knew how to get him back for ignoring her, especially now that he was at least sightly attracted to her, thanks to the program.

[Subject will become more sexually aroused whenever Michael and Amy lock eyes], she typed, and hit Enter. Now every time he looked at her, he'd want her more. That would teach him to look at other women.

She waited until he looked up and caught her eye again, and felt herself flush slightly at the knowledge that he would get more turned on each time he did so. It would only be a matter of time before that building arousal of his drove him to act, she thought with a smile.

Amy decided to make it a bit easier for him to find the courage to come over and talk to her. [Subject's inhibitions are reduced. Subject is compelled to give in to their desires and act on their thoughts.] Enter.

I have to remember to change that back before he leaves the shop. It wouldn't be right to leave him with a compulsion to do everything that occurred to him. That could easily ruin his life, she thought, wondering not for the last time whether she had gone too far.

After he went back to typing on his laptop, she looked him up and down once more. She certainly enjoyed the view, but it occurred to her just how easily she could make improvements to what she saw with the program. Heck, he was already practically a model - might as well take him the rest of the way there. Not to mention she could undo it before they left the shop. It wouldn't be so terrible to improve him, just a bit.

[Subject has the body of an ideal cover model from a dirty magazine], she typed naughtily. She was surprised by her own audacity, and reminded herself that she was only here to have a fun, flirty conversation. She even considered deleting the command, but ultimately convinced herself that it was temporary and harmless, and hit Enter.

She examined him closely, and thought she could see his jawline become a bit more chiseled, and his muscles grow a bit more defined, but it was hard to tell with them being hidden under his tailored suit. Plus, he's already so attractive that maybe there's not much the program can do to improve him, she giggled to herself.

He glanced back up at her, and she flushed with arousal at the thought of him getting hornier as they locked eyes. He immediately broke eye contact again, however, frustrating her. Here she was getting all turned on thinking about how much he would want her, and he still wouldn't give her the time of day.

She looked back down at the keyboard, past her large, jiggly boobs, and thought about how badly she wanted him to notice her. Maybe he was just so shy that it never even occurred to him to come over and talk to her, despite his attraction to her and his increasing arousal. I can relate, she thought, remembering her own shyness, and thinking about how tied to her own self-image it was.

She decided that a change in wardrobe might make him more outgoing. She loved looking at him in his suit, but maybe it was making him feel stuffy and repressed.

[Subject is now wearing a sexy outfit], she typed, and hit Enter. She looked back up at him, eager to see what clothes Master PC had decided on, but was surprised to see him in the exact same suit. Of course! she thought, nearly facepalming. What outfit could a guy like him possibly look sexier in than a tailored suit? Of course it hadn't changed. She thought she could see a bit more appealing tightness in the suit's slim fit, though.

She glanced back up at him, and caught him checking out her tits. Their eyes met briefly, his cheeks reddened, and he made a show of looking back down at his laptop busily. Finally! Amy thought, starting to feel legitimately horny now that his resolve was finally cracking and he was letting his increasing attraction for her show. It wouldn't be long now before he got turned on enough to come over and talk to her, she thought, squirming a bit herself at the idea.

Still though, he sure was taking his sweet time about it. [Subject gets turned on by the idea of hitting on people at a coffee shop], she typed, and pressed Enter. There, that'll light a fire under his ass, she thought. Now he'd be turned on whenever he looked at her, and whenever he thought about coming over to talk to her. Heck, I might have hit on him myself if I didn't specifically come here to be hit on. What was taking him so long?

Well, in the meantime she might as well improve her view again. She briefly worried that she might be taking this a bit too far, and that her growing horniness was clouding her judgment. She again reassured herself that this was all only temporary, and that she'd reverse all of the changes once he came over and flirted with her for a bit. Plus, she really wanted to do it. Ok, here goes nothing.

[Subject has a strong desire to show off their sexy body.] Enter.

She looked up expectantly, waiting for him to take his jacket off, or loosen his tie and unbutton a button, or something, but he just sat there, typing away on his laptop. Ah, there! He... pulled at his tie a bit. Wow, either this guys is really repressed, or this program is a lot weaker than my brother led me to believe, she thought. Still though, society can be pretty prudish. It's not that surprising that he wants to stay professional in public. She pulled the low neckline of her tight crop top down a bit further, hoping his view of her impressive cleavage would encourage him to loosen up a bit.

Maybe his work was too important? After all, she'd only said that he had a desire to show off his body, not that he had to. He should still be pretty aroused by now from my earlier commands, though, she thought as she slid her short, pleated skirt up a bit to show him some more thigh.

Something else then occurred to her. Maybe he's gay? Could that mean her commands to find her attractive weren't working? That made sense, and even though she could change his orientation with the program, she'd feel pretty guilty at messing with his sexuality too much. Hmm...

[Subject's unnaturally strong sexual desire for women is limited to the women currently in this coffeeshop.] There. That would ensure that he'd come flirt with her whether or not he was gay, but if he was he'd still be gay afterwards. Enter.

She briefly wondered about the ethics of the command she'd just entered. Was it more ok to change someone's orientation temporarily than permanently? Also, from the way she'd worded it, he would be attracted to the women in here forever if she didn't undo the command at some point. Did it make it more acceptable if he enjoyed his new attractions (which he would now, of course)? In the end, she supposed it didn't really matter, since she'd return him to normal at some point today.

By now Amy had finished her latte, so she got up to go order another. She enjoyed the way Michael's eyes now bounced between the firm ass under her short skirt and the full breasts on display in her low-cut crop top as she walked up to the counter and ordered, making sure to bend over a bit to give Michael a nice view of the pink thong peeking out from her thigh gap. On the way back to her chair, she met Michael's eyes above his flushed cheeks, and got even hornier.

I may not be able to hold myself to just a conversation with him at this rate, Amy thought as she sat down down. Her toned legs drifted apart slightly and she dropped one hand to stealthily press on herself a little, to take the edge off. While she was down there, it occurred to her that she should pull her skirt up a bit higher, so she did. Hopefully that would tease Michael into finally coming over.

A few minutes later, as the blue-eyed barista bent over to deliver a cappuccino to the table next to her, Amy noticed how cute her butt was and began to understand why Michael had been so focused on her earlier. Feeling devilish, Amy impulsively snapped a pic of her and fed it into the Master PC image detector. There was plenty of time to work on Michael later, she thought. She wanted to have some fun with, uh... she checked the name on the new profile that had just popped up ...Jill now. She deserved it anyway for distracting Michael from Amy.

[Subject has big tits.] Enter. Jill's tits were suddenly large, jiggly D cups. Amy giggled at her own impulsive audacity, appreciating how hot they looked on Jill's slim, athletic frame. Amy briefly wondered which way she swung. Where did that idea come from, she thought, surprised, but then continued to check out Jill's new assets in spite of herself.

When she finally turned her gaze back to Michael, however, she noticed that his attention had been drawn to Jill's prominent chest as well. At least the command to find the women in here attractive worked, she thought, her bright green eyes filling with envy. Well, that was easily fixed.

[Subject is strongly sexually attracted to user], she typed quickly, and then hit Enter in a huff.

She looked up in satisfaction, but was surprised to notice Michael's gaze still firmly fixated on Jill's bouncing bosom. With how passive Michael had been through all of this, Amy was starting to think that Master PC was only selectively applying her commands, but then she noticed that Jill's gaze was firmly fixated on her own, her cheeks pink with arousal. Amy was confused for a second, before figuring out what had happened. Of course, I forgot to switch back to Michael's profile, and the command to find me attractive affected Jill instead! She's totally got the hots for me! she giggled. 

She found herself enjoying the attention (for once, she thought despondently), so she decided that leaving Jill attracted to her for now wasn't really hurting anything. Plus, she's pretty easy on the eyes too, Amy thought while Jill leaned over the bar toward her, tank top and apron pulled dangerously low. After enjoying her view of the creamy boobs on display, Amy glanced over, meeting Michael's eyes, and felt herself getting even hornier. The thought of hitting on Jill here in the coffeeshop to turn Michael on briefly flitted through Amy's mind, and she felt the heat in her crotch flame into a burning fire. It was time to up the ante a bit.

[Subject feels a strong desire to physically flirt with user], she typed, and hit Enter. Killing two birds with one stone, she thought. This way, she'd get some more fun, lighthearted attention from Jill, all the while hopefully getting Michael interested enough to actually come talk to her.

Bringing Amy's order over a few minutes later, Jill ran her hand across Amy's shoulder and leaned around to her right, resting her pillowy tits on Amy's arm as she placed the coffee down in front of her. "Is there anything else I can get you?" she asked breathily, her blue eyes sparkling with arousal and excitement only a few inches away from Amy's. Completely taken by surprise, Amy was captivated by the pretty barista and couldn't resist leaning in to briefly taste the brunette's luscious lips, enjoying the sensation of Jill's boobs pressing into her side.

When Amy finally broke the kiss, breathless, she glanced around the shop to see if anyone had seen. Michael, of course, was staring right at them, but quickly looked down again after meeting her gaze. Feeling a fresh surge of arousal, Amy squirmed in her seat as Jill whispered "let me know if there's anything else I can help you with" into her ear, and then she slowly let go and walked back behind the counter.

Maybe Michael, Jill, and I could enjoy some three-way flirting, Amy thought, suddenly significantly more interested in Jill's attentions than she had been. She decided that Jill could benefit from some of the enhancements that she had made to Michael.

[Subject loves to show off their sexy body.] Enter. Jill absentmindedly pulled her top and apron even lower, and rubbed her hands across her tight jeans as though she suddenly wished she were wearing something else. [Subject is strongly sexually attracted to Michael in addition to user.] Jill's bright eyes bounced between Michael and Amy as her cheeks got even pinker, and her delicious cleavage reddened. [Subject has a shaved pussy], Amy added naughtily, on a whim.

Hmm, that might not be so bad a change for me either, Amy thought, and once that appealing idea was in her head, she felt practically compelled to switch over to her own profile to retype the command. [Subject has a shaved pussy.] Enter.

When she looked back up, she noticed that Jill had gone over to Michael and was sensually whispering something into his ear as she ran her fingers up his arm. Michael glanced at Amy with raised eyebrows, and Jill walked back behind the counter, smiling impishly.

What had Jill said to Michael? Was she trying to set up something for the three of them? Or was she trying to steal Michael for herself? Maybe it had been a mistake to make Jill so interested in Michael, Amy thought. She didn't want to have her prey poached from her, especially this close to getting what she had come here for.

Perhaps one more small change to Jill could fix that. She switched back over to Jill's profile. She would look awfully cute as an empty-headed bimbo, and that would keep her from being so devious as well, Amy thought. She ultimately decided that would be a step too far, however, especially since she had no evidence that Jill was trying to undermine her, but for some reason the idea of turning Jill into a bimbo was becoming more and more appealing in spite of herself.

[Subject is now a cute, slutty bimbo.] Enter.

Well, now it was done, for better or worse. Amy knew all too well how impulsive she was - once she got an idea into her head, it was nearly impossible for her to resist the urge to act on it. I never should have thought about making her a bimbo in the first place, she thought glumly. Oh well, it was too late now. She might as well enjoy the show.

She looked back over at Jill, and saw that she was leaning over the counter, cheerfully bouncing her tits back and forth between her hands as she smiled playfully at Amy with her bright, unfocused eyes.

Wow, Jill looks so happy! And the program turned her cuteness up to 11 - I can hardly stand it! I wonder what it would be like to feel like that: a sexy piece of eye candy without a care in the world, she reflected with jealous curiosity, as she absentmindedly pulled her top down until the tops of her rosy nipples were showing. Too late, she realized what she was thinking about and attempted to snap out of her careless reverie.

Now that the possibility of trying out being a bimbo herself was in her head, of course, it didn't seem to want to leave. Amy knew it was a terrible idea, especially with all the power of Master PC at her disposal, but now that she had considered it she knew it was already too late to stop herself.

Amy couldn't help switching back over to her own profile and beginning to type. She was just too impulsive. Driven by her accursed need to put all of her thoughts into action, she watched in horror and excitement as her fingers finished inputting the command and decisively hit Enter...

... and suddenly she couldn't remember what she had been worried about. Oh well, it probably hadn't been important. What was important was how good she felt all of a sudden! Good and horny, she thought, looking around the room and giggling. She saw Michael, and when he met her glance, she squirmed in her seat as she felt her soaked pussy grow even wetter with need.

Oh yeah, he's the one I'm here to fuck! she thought to herself. She pulled up her skirt, slid her thong to the side, and began absentmindedly playing with herself, oblivious to the fact that she was giving Michael an appetizing eyeful of her lovely honeypot all the while, or the fact that Jill was watching her masturbate with keen interest.

Glancing over at Jill, Amy noticed that her arm was now working furiously behind the counter. Amy couldn't tell what her hand was doing, but whatever it was, it must have been important, because Jill had a look of deep focus on her beautiful face.

I wish Jill would show me her tits! Amy thought suddenly. That would be so great! Wait, I can make Jill show me her tits! I just have to type it into this box thingy! [Jill flashes her tits!] She pressed Enter, but nothing happened.

Amy was confused. Why hadn't it worked? Oh yeah! I have to say "Subject"! She typed [Subject flashes her tits!] and pressed Enter.

Nothing happened again! Amy thought dejectedly, as she pulled her top down to flash her perky tits at the delighted Jill. Michael nearly spit out his coffee and stared in awe at Amy's glorious rack, while Jill's face became even redder as her arm picked up speed with whatever it was doing behind the counter.

Why didn't that work? Oh, it says my name at the top up here! That means the program will make me do the thing! That's silly! She switched over to Jill's profile, re-entered her command, and pressed Enter.

Amy looked back over at Jill as she - and Michael, and most of the other customers in the shop - was rewarded with the sight of Jill's bare boobs resting softly on top of the countertop, jiggling pleasantly along with the frantic movements of her arm. Amy ogled Jill's naked titties and clapped her hands gleefully. She had made the computer work! And Jill's titties were so hot! Maybe Amy should fuck her and Michael!

But Michael still didn't seem to want to fuck her like Jill did, she reflected sadly. Well maybe she should just fuck him instead, she thought, and, proud of her smart idea, she switched back over to her own profile to enter one final command.

[Subject totally goes and fucks Jill and Michael!] Amy typed, and then impatiently pressed Enter.

Two minutes later Amy and Jill walked out of the coffeeshop together, hanging off the arms of a very confused but very eager Michael, happy as clams. Clams about to get stuffed, Amy giggled to herself, and as they walked down the street to Michael's nearby apartment, she rubbed her tits on Michael's arm and enjoyed the feeling of Jill's hand up her miniskirt playing with her needy pussy.

Author's Note: Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, all rights reserved. Enjoy!

 

Extra-Perceptual
by Fidget

 

Amy was sitting at home, lounging comfortably in a bathrobe, reading a trashy romance novel when it happened.

You might think it odd for an up-and-coming aeronautics research scientist to spend her Saturdays reading smut, but there was something about the stories of plain, everyday women having torrid affairs with gorgeous, unattainable men that she couldn't get enough of, possibly because she herself was plain, with mousy brown hair and no curves to speak of. She had tried to get the attention of the popular boys in school, but just didn't have what it took, and had turned to books about unrealistic relationships instead. Her love of reading was what had started her on her ridiculously successful career path, but it was also what had earned her her nickname, "Worm", short for "Bookworm". She absolutely hated her nickname, as it simultaneously pointed out both her underdeveloped body, and the social isolation that had resulted from it.

That fateful Saturday, Amy's feelings of pleasant arousal from the sexual antics in her book were shattered as her entire house shook, accompanied by what sounded like a small explosion from her backyard. Running outside, she saw a small crater, with a still-glowing lump of metal in the center. As she approached it, she noticed a strange buzzing sensation in her head that got stronger the closer she got to the stone.

What the hell was that?!? she suddenly heard, and turned around to see her neighbor, Tom, leaning over the fence between their property.

"I think it's a meteorite!" Amy responded. "It must have just landed in my back yard!" Amy drew as close to the glowing rock as she could, before the heat radiating off it became too strong, and she was forced to retreat over to the fence by Tom.

"Weird!" Tom said, before shaking his head as though he was feeling the same buzzing. I hope this weird headache goes away soon - I think Melissa might be in the mood tonight, and I don't want to miss my chance to get lucky!

"Wait, what did you just say?" Amy asked, sure she must have somehow misheard him. Which itself was odd, since she didn't think she had seen his mouth move.

"I didn't say anything," Tom said, confirming Amy's suspicions that his mouth in fact hadn't been moving, which just left her feeling more confused.

Even so, the thought of Tom having sex had caused Amy to take a few surreptitious glances at his arms and chest before heading back to her house. For an accountant, Tom was pretty attractive, and as Amy glanced back at him while walking inside, she briefly thought, I bet he looks like he just stepped out of a romance novel under those clothes, before closing the door behind her.

Tom gave his neighbor an odd look as she disappeared, as though he'd somehow heard what she had thought, but as he turned back toward his own house, his muscles began to bulge and ripple under his dress shirt. Completely unaware of his new physique, Tom walked inside and proceeded to make powerful love to his incredibly lucky wife like he did every day. As Melissa recovered from her usual string of orgasms, she wondered, as she often did, how on earth she managed to snag a ridiculously hot underwear model with a massive cock, who was also godly at sex.

 

Melissa is such a lucky girl, Amy thought as she walked out her front door to check the mail, still in her bathrobe. She still couldn't believe that she lived next door to a real-life underwear model. It was like fate was tormenting her daily with what she couldn't have.

More importantly though, what was going on with Tom? She was certain that he hadn't been moving his lips, yet she'd still heard him talking about banging his wife, plain as day. Maybe it had something to do with the weird buzzing she had felt in her head, which hadn't decreased in intensity, even though she was now dozens of feet away from the meteorite. Well, she was a researcher, wasn't she? It was time for an experiment.

Reaching into her mailbox to grab her daily junk mail, Amy looked around for a likely test subject. Spotting the crotchety old woman who lived across the street sitting on her porch, Amy called out, "Hi Mrs. Henderson!" and waved. As usual, the old woman seemed to completely ignore her, but then Amy clearly heard, Young people these days, always desperate to draw attention to themselves, even though Amy was sure that Mrs. Henderson's lips hadn't moved.

I have always been pretty desperate for attention, Amy conceded. She recalled her high school days, where after constantly being rejected by her crushes, she had taken to wearing increasingly revealing outfits in an attempt to draw their attention, but that had only drawn more attention to her complete lack of curves, and her acting out had earned her a healthy amount of detention. Even so, Amy couldn't seem to help it, and her habit of wearing revealing clothing had stuck.

Amy looked down at the low-cut, midriff-baring tank top and dangerously short shorts currently hanging off her boyish figure, before continuing to excitedly wave at the old woman across the street, bouncing up and down this time, overwhelmed with youthful exuberance at being the center of her attention, until finally the old woman grew tired of her antics and turned away.

Even so, Amy's excitement was undiminished. It had happened again! It had to be that meteor that had fallen in her backyard - somehow that weird buzzing it had put in her head was allowing her to hear what other people thought!

Still half-convinced that she was crazy, Amy focused her attention on a girl down the street standing beside her squatting dog, and clearly heard the words, Nobody will notice if I don't pick it up this once, as the girl ignored her dog's business and continued walking.

There was no doubt about it - Amy could read minds. This was the discovery of the century! Amy couldn't wait to be the center of the scientific community's attention as she showed off her mind-reading powers in front of hundreds of other researchers, and it was all thanks to that weird glowy rock that had fallen into her backyard.

She suddenly felt a familiar urge to be near other people, partially so that she could test out her newfound mind-reading powers, of course, but mostly so that she could hear what other people thought about her.

She ran inside, grabbed her keys, hopped in her car, and headed to the mall.

 

Along the way, while stopped at a red light, she glanced into the car next to her and noticed a cute guy looking in her direction. She smiled at him, always eager for the attention, and focused on his thoughts. She's kinda cute was all she heard before the light turned green, and he drove off.

I am kind of cute, Amy thought to herself happily, not noticing as her complexion cleared and took on a bit of color, her eyelashes lengthened, and her lips reddened, swelling a bit into a seductive pout. As the man's words echoed in her mind, Amy could remember her face getting all of the attention as she was growing up, as it was by far her best feature. If she had a nickel for every time she overheard someone in high school say, "Worm? Yeah she's cute, but...", well, she'd have a lot of nickels.

 

Once she arrived at the mall, she briefly glanced in her vanity mirror to check the carefully-applied makeup that had appeared on her face minutes before as the words I'm kinda cute continued to buzz around inside her mind, before getting out of the car and heading toward the mall.

Upon opening the doors, she was immediately overwhelmed by the thoughts loudly coming at her from every direction.

...no way it'll fit...

...a watch for his birthday?

...just get a pizza! I don't...

Maybe coming to the mall was a mistake, Amy thought to herself as the cacophony started to give her a headache, but then she noticed that when she focused her attention on one voice in the crowd at a time, the other voices got quieter. Proud of herself for discovering a new aspect of her mind-reading powers, Amy began to make her way through the crowd, excitedly listening in on the thoughts of all of the people she passed.

 

Twenty minutes later, after overhearing to the exact same thoughts in the minds of hundreds of horny men and insecure women, however, Amy began to grow bored. Not a single person had so much as noticed that she was there, and even though she now knew the deepest secrets, desires, and insecurities of dozens of people, she still hadn't heard a single person think anything about her at all.

Her familiar desire to act out began to grow, and Amy began to sway her hips as she walked, as weird and unnatural as it felt with her narrow figure. She remembered similar desperate attempts to get the attention of the popular kids in high school, which had only resulted in her embarrassment, but she had to do something.

After a few minutes of exaggerated swaying, she passed a thin, mousy girl that reminded her a lot of herself. She saw the girl glance over at her as she walked by, and heard her think I wish I had hips that made me sway when I walk like that girl does. Amy grinned at finally getting some of the attention she craved, and, running her hands over her wide, flaring hips, Amy was thankful once again for the natural, effortless sway they gave her walk as she felt them pressing outward into the sides of her tight shorts. She hadn't always liked them - she'd gotten made fun of in high school for her "birthin' hips", as her bullies had often called them, once puberty had hit and caused them to swell into their current, overtly sexual curve. In the end, however, it had all been worth it for all of the attention they got her, she thought, throwing a bit more suggestive swagger into her disproportionately wide hips.

 

A few minutes later she noticed a guy walking toward her, and she felt a small flush of pride as her natural swaying strut immediately drew his attention, as it had so many other guys in the past. It was unfortunate that her only assets were her wide hips and cute face, but even so, she focused in on his thoughts, eager to find out his opinion of her.

Damn that girl is thicc, she heard, and gave an appreciative jiggle of the large ass and thick thighs that perfectly complemented her flaring hips. Amy wasn't trying to overhear another thought, but one came nonetheless, and as I can't wait to see that bubble butt she's got going on back there entered her mind unbidden, she smiled at just how right he was as her ass bounced even more heavily. When he finally passed her, she blushed as she heard him give a low whistle at the sight of her booty and hips continuing to jiggle and shake with each step she took, like they always had.

Amy had always been pear-shaped, with hardly anything up top but plenty going on down below. It was the reason she'd been somewhat popular in high school, as hormonal teenage boys were instinctively lured by the pleasure they knew they could find between her thick, cushiony thighs. And, since she'd loved the attention, and wanted to be popular, she'd gone along with them a bit too far, giving out more than her share of handjobs and blowjobs to quench the desire they felt for her plump pussy. That was where she'd gotten her nickname, "Dumptruck", as much as she hated it, both for her thick ass and for all of the loads the boys had dumped on her face and down her throat.

 

Amy was beginning to feel a bit wiped from walking on high heels all afternoon, even though she loved the attention they drew to her ass and thighs as she strolled through the mall. Plus, the constant buzzing in her head was starting to get a bit tiresome, and she thought she had learned enough about her new powers for one day. As she turned toward the exit though, another stray thought about herself from yet another horny guy behind her suddenly popped into her mind. Man, with an ass like that, she's gotta be packin' some tits too.

Once heard, it couldn't be unheard, and now Amy couldn't seem to ignore those words as they wrote themselves across her consciousness. Instead of continuing toward the exit, she impulsively decided to turn back around to show him that she was indeed "packin' some tits". To be honest, Amy was kinda self-conscious about leaving the house without a bra that day, not sure why she'd thought her large C-cups with their prominent nipples wouldn't need one as her bouncy breasts pressed out tightly against the thin material of her tank top. Oh well, too late now, better just own it, she thought, before swinging her top-heavy torso around for his appreciation.

I was right on the money! Damn she's got some sweet tits. Amy blushed as she looked down at her heavy chest in pride, not noticing that it now jutted out even further above her narrow waist than it had before. She did have some pretty sweet tits, she thought happily, giving him a wink before turning back around and continuing on her way. It briefly occurred to her how odd it was that she somehow seemed to be getting more and more attention after each new thought that she overheard, but that was exactly what she wanted anyway, so she didn't dwell on it.

 

Still gradually making her way toward the exit, Amy was excited to notice a butch girl openly checking her out as she walked by. While her attention was fully on the girl, Amy clearly overheard her thinking, Man, I wish I was on her cheerleading team in high school, which made Amy grin as she thought back to all of the wonderful years she had spent on the squad. Amy had been far too curvy to participate in many of the lifts or acrobatics, but every cheerleading squad needed eye candy, and Amy filled that role perfectly. Her grades had dropped significantly because of all the time she dedicated to practice and hanging out with the squad, but it had totally been worth it in the end with all of the attention and popularity she had gotten as a result, and she was still able to pass most of her classes through a combination of showing off her young, sexy body to her male teachers during class, and by flirting and begging afterward.

 

Thoroughly exhausted by this point, Amy was just trying to make it back to the mall exit without overhearing anything else about herself, but before she could get there, from out of nowhere came, That slut looks like she's out to get some dick. She spun around to see where such a crude comment could have come from, but having no way to tell she instead began considering the veracity of the remark.

I guess that's because I am out to get some dick, she thought smugly as her horniness started to get the better of her. Her exhaustion forgotten, Amy was now on the hunt, and, with her body, she knew it wouldn't be long before she got the dick that she was looking for. It briefly occurred to her how weird it was that everyone's thoughts about her had been so on the nose, but with how much the curvy, oversexed body nature had decided to bless her with stood out in a crowd, she supposed it was no wonder. Her musings couldn't distract her from her craving for cock forever, though, and before Amy knew it, she was once again scanning the food court for the lucky guy that would get to fill her hungry pussy as she made her way to the exit.

It had been this way since high school, with the hormones that had given her her voluptuous body also sending her sex drive through the roof. It wasn't like she could help it though, so she eagerly accepted her role as the cheerleading team's slut, especially because she got her pick of the hottest guys in school to fuck, and was still solidly in the popular crowd since she was entirely too hot not to be. She had even sucked off a few of her more lecherous teachers, when giving them an eyefull of her tits and pussy in class all year hadn't been enough to get her a passing grade. All of that was how she had gotten her nickname, "Cumslut", which she absolutely loved, because it was so accurate.

 

Finally making it to the exit, Amy walked past a sleazy guy by the door blatantly ogling the women as they passed by. I wonder what creeps like him think about, she mused, briefly focusing her attention on him as she walked by.

Just another dumb blond type who thinks she's better than me, she heard, and was momentarily confused. But I'm not- she began, reaching up toward her brunette hair even as it immediately began to lighten toward a bright, audacious platinum. -a real blond! I have to go get my roots done every week! And I'm not that dumb! she thought, even as her mind clouded and her thoughts began to jumble.

Even so, she still knew how much better she was than this creep. "Like, I'm totally out of your league," she shot back as he stared at her, completely bewildered by her unprovoked outburst. Amy was proud of herself though - even with her constant need for dick, she still had some standards, though she did give his crotch one final, sad look before turning and walking off toward her car.

As she jiggled away, however, her mind reading powers forced her to overhear yet another unbidden thought. She acts all high and mighty, but I bet she's actually a submissive little slut that gets off on doing what she's told, she felt him think, and momentarily had the presence of mind to be offended, before the command he shouted after her, "Get back here, bitch!" stopped her in her tracks.

Like, is it that obvious? she wondered, even as she couldn't resist turning around and slowly walking back over toward him, helplessly turned on by doing what she had been told, and enjoying the sight of him openly leering at her massive D-cups as they jiggled and bounced, threatening to spill out of her straining tank top.

"That's right bitch! You want to come home with me, don't you?"

"Yes," Amy heard herself respond meekly, mesmerized by the sleazy guy's confidence as she followed him out to his car.

 

A few minutes later, she found herself inside his cheap apartment being commanded to take her top off. She immediately complied, feeling the fresh rush of arousal that always came with doing what she was told, as he began to painfully grope her large, sensitive tits.

"Time to suck my dick bitch, since it's probably all you're good at!"

"I'm totally good at other stuff too though!" Amy managed to reply, offended by his outburst even as she sank down to her knees in front of him. "I can even read minds!"

What a bunch of horseshit. She can't read minds, she heard him think, and suddenly the buzzing sensation that had been in the back of her mind all day finally started to fade to a blissful silence.

"Ok then, prove it! What am I thinking about now?" he asked, but as she listened in on his incredibly offensive thoughts, that internal voice grew ever quieter, and she couldn't quite catch the last few words as they dwindled away to nothing.

"You were thinking that maybe I'm just, like, a dumb, submissive bimbo slut that's about to suck you off?" she guessed as her hand unconsciously reached out to stroke the dick sticking out of the guy's jeans. She was almost aware of the sensation of her clothes filling out one final time, as her fuzzy thoughts grew cloudier and her need for his cock became even stronger.

"Wrong bitch! I was thinking, 'maybe this dumb, submissive bimbo slut that's about to suck me off is actually a brilliant rocket scientist'", he said sarcastically. "Except that's clearly not true, since, like you said, you are just a dumb, submissive little bimbo slut sucking me off, isn't that right?"

Amy nodded obediently and got to work. Scant seconds later, however, it became apparent that the cocksucking skills she had honed over the years were entirely wasted on this loser as she felt his cock already beginning to stiffen reflexively in her mouth. He sneered down at the curvy, slutty body and big blue eyes looking up at him as her deepthroating sent him over the edge, and he found himself spurting burst after burst of his thick seed into her mouth.

Amy giggled as she wandered out of his apartment minutes later with a belly full of cum, completely satisfied. She was living the dream. It was as though her entire life had somehow been one long, trashy romance novel magically brought to life, and she had loved every second of it.

Back at Amy's house, Tom the underwear model had grabbed the meteorite and brought it inside with him to show to his wife, whose head had started filling with a weird buzzing as soon as the rock had come inside.

As Melissa held the still-warm object in her hand, she glanced up to catch her husband checking out her body. She stuck out her chest a bit in pride, but then somehow heard his voice inside her head, filling her with an odd sense of deja vu:

Man I wish Melissa had gigantic tits.