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!

A Few Journalistic Liberties

by Fidget

She was sitting on a park bench in the quad reading a novel when I walked by, and I immediately recognized that the cute brunette was too perfect an interview subject to pass up. As expected, of course, as soon as I flipped out the viewfinder on the small, retro camcorder, the busty co-ed somehow sensed that she was on camera, looked up, and flashed me a bright smile, ready and eager to answer any question I decided to ask her.

"Hi there! What are you reading?"

"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow," my charming interviewee responded perkily. "It really is a fantastic book."

"It absolutely is," I agreed. "Though I suppose it makes sense that you'd think that."

"How do you mean?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity, awaiting my next statement.

"Why, having a detachable head, of course, just like the Headless Horseman!"

"Oh, that!" she responded, waving her hand dismissively as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "No, I'd like to think that that's just a coincidence, though it certainly could have something to do with it," she said with a warm, comfortable smile. "No, I love it for its evocative gothic atmosphere and the ambiguity of its ending."

"Still, the similarity is striking nonetheless. What's it like to just take your head off whenever you like?"

"Oh, it's pretty convenient, actually," the stunning vision responded smoothly, clearly unbothered by the question. She lay her book on the bench beside her so that she could put her hands on either side of her head, and then she pantomimed taking her head off her shoulders and cradling it carefully in her arms. "I leave it on most of the time, but it does make it easier to see at sporting events! Also, you might not expect this, but I think I actually use it more to look under things than over them. And, contrary to popular belief, I never forget it, even when it's not attached!" Her easy laugh shimmered in the breeze before she noticed where my eyes were focused. "You don't have to keep looking above my shoulders, by the way," she continued sympathetically. "It doesn't bother me or anything for you to look at it when it's off."

I hadn't even realized that I'd still been looking at her real head (because it was the one actually doing the speaking, since detachable heads don't exist, of course), but it made perfect sense that she would interpret the gesture as just being polite.

"I'm sorry - I'm just not used to seeing someone with your... condition," I responded with a hint of affected awkwardness.

"It's no problem. I'm just like anyone else, really."

"Of course you are. It must really come in handy in the bedroom too, huh?" I asked with a grin, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist going along with such a leading question.

"Absolutely!" she gushed as her smile widened, though I made sure to keep my eyes fixed firmly on the empty space in her arms. "It makes eating myself out a cinch!"

"Why don't you show all the folks at home just how that looks? I'm sure they've never seen a girl eat herself out before."

"Of course!" the brunette responded enthusiastically. She made a show of carefully placing her imaginary head on the bench beside her, and then stood up briefly to unzip her jeans and smoothly slide them and her panties down to her ankles before sitting once more, completely naked from the waist down. She leaned back and spread her legs as she picked up her "head" so that the camera had an unrestricted view of the delightful little pussy between her toned thighs, with its tastefully trimmed landing strip above her cute slit. She had clearly prepared herself for some action in the near future, though I doubt she expected to be fully exposing herself in public like this, on camera. Still, she seemed comfortable with the situation and eager to get started, so she gave the camera a big smile from the very real head on her shoulders as she lowered the imaginary head she held in her hands down to her crotch, before carefully turning it around to face her exposed pussy.

I could feel myself starting to get hard watching this gorgeous woman close her eyes and seductively lick the air as her hips began to rock, moving her labia up and down in the cool morning air as they began to glisten with her arousal. I glanced around and noticed that we were starting to draw a small crowd, though from the mildly interested looks on their faces I could tell that the interview was little more than a curiosity to the onlookers. Still, many of the men were just as interested in the appealing sight of a sexy, half-naked young woman as I was, even though what she was doing clearly seemed in no way out of the ordinary to them.

Meanwhile the curvy brunette just sat there on the park bench, enthusiastically licking nothing at all as the rhythm and intensity of her tongue continued to build. Her empty hands bobbed up and down in her lap in time with her tongue's flicks, and I could tell from the squirming movements of her torso and the deepening flush of arousal on her face and chest that her brain was nonetheless receiving the full sensation of her imaginary self-stimulation.

With the way she'd framed her hands around her "head", I had a perfect view of her pussy as it finally began to rhythmically clench and tighten as her orgasm began and her natural lubricant began to drip from her labia, bright pink and swollen at the climax of her physical arousal. She began to moan around the final, erratic movements of her tongue in the middle of the empty air as her mind clouded with pleasure.

Looking around, I saw that many of the men were discreetly sporting erections, just as I was, though apparently it wasn't proper for them to actually do anything about it in public. As the brunette's breathing slowly returned to normal, she lifted her "head" back up, turned it around, and plopped it back down on her shoulders.

"Well, thanks so much for your participation in our little interview today! I think we all learned a lot about the incredible diversity of human sexuality," I said, and saw a few of the bystanders nodding in agreement. "I'll let you get back to your book, though I bet you want to give yourself another orgasm or two first, don't you?"

"You know it! No problem, it was a lot of fun," she answered, eyes sparkling with delight as she "removed her head" once more and stuck it back between her legs. After the camera snapped shut, she calmly went back to licking the air, moaning and pivoting her hips as she ground her clit against her imaginary tongue as I walked away.

Now that the camera was closed, the bystanders too slowly went about their business, though more than a few glanced back over their shoulders at the ordinary-yet-arousing sight of a half-naked hottie with a detachable head eating herself out in public.

I continued on my way, in a hurry to get to my next appointment, and as I opened the large double doors to the History department I reflected on how the camera had come into my possession. I had been asked to go through some of the film school's old junk in storage, and had happened across this old camcorder in a cardboard box that was blank except for the words "You provide the pictures and I'll provide the war". I'd always liked old film tech, so I kept the camera for myself, correctly predicting that no one would miss it.

Once I began using it, however, I quickly discovered that it was anything but an ordinary camera. Anyone I pointed it at immediately became eager to be filmed, and treated any question I asked of them as completely reasonable and a perfectly accurate description of their situation. Plus, any passers-by watching the interview would be fully aware of the events occurring on-camera, but would nonetheless accept it all as true and be completely unbothered. Even after the interview was over and the camera was off, the people I had interviewed continued to believe whatever I had told them, and all of the spectators continued to act as though the subject's actions were completely normal, no matter how outlandish my prompts became.

I was the only one seemingly unaffected by the camera's effects, but I assumed that was only because I was the one holding the camera and conducting the interview. In any case, I could still see how out of the ordinary everything was after one of my interviews, even if nobody else could.

I wandered through the bottom floor of the History building, looking for the Medieval Political Structures class whose presentation I was supposed to be recording, until I saw through the windows of one of the auditoriums a trio of students, two guys and a cute redhead, preparing to speak in front of a large class whose eyes were already glazed in boredom. Group presentations, yuck. I decided to go a bit beyond my mandate and make their project more enjoyable for everyone involved.

I opened the door and entered the classroom, nodding apologetically to the professor who frowned at my late arrival. I feigned preparations of my own for a few seconds before turning the camera toward the trio, already open and on as the guy standing on the left began to speak. He became a bit more animated under the camera's effects while he delivered his introduction, clearly wanting to make a good impression, but otherwise continued as before.

Feigning confusion, I lifted my free hand and gently interrupted, making sure my voice was loud enough to carry to the back of the mid-sized auditorium. "Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but wasn't the original plan to deliver the presentation completely nude?"

The trio looked at each other and laughed a bit as they began to strip. "Sorry about that," the cute redhead tittered as she unclasped her bra and her pale, freckled b-cups bounced out into the open. "We completely forgot!" She gave only a brief, passing glance to the two soft cocks that flopped out on either side of her as she bent over to pull her shorts and underwear down, before standing up and shuffling her note cards into order. Similarly, even though the guys were clearly attracted to the soft curves of their third partner, they carefully kept their eyes above her chest as they prepared to continue. All three were all business, fully focused on earning top marks, but that wouldn't do at all for what I had in mind, of course. I decided to make them a bit more aware of each other's bodies, and in doing so make the presentation a bit more "interactive".

"You also seem to have forgotten that you weren't just supposed to be nude; you were supposed to show off how much you enjoy fucking each other while you present the information. And don't forget that foreplay is an essential part of a strong introduction!"

That seemed to do it. With sheepish grins, the trio finally turned their attention toward each other's naked bodies, and the guys' cocks started to thicken and rise as they suddenly remembered that they were about to get to fuck their hot partner. The professor signaled for the trio to begin, but this time when the guy on the left started to speak once more, the redhead's small hands reached over and gently began to stroke her partners' cocks to full erection. Since he wasn't currently focused on speaking, the presenter on her right reached full mast almost immediately, and so took the initiative to warm the redhead up as well, kneeling between her thighs and amateurishly licking at her exposed pussy lips.

It seemed to work, however, and from the forty-five degree angle I was filming from, I had a perfect view of his tongue moistening her entrance while her growing arousal lubricated her tight tunnel from the inside, preparing her for the intercourse that made up a significant portion of her presentation grade. She soon moaned her readiness and bent over, offering herself to the first presenter who was still monologuing about the agricultural practices of feudal Europe.

She gave a small coo of pleasure as the tip of his cock parted her sensitive labia and slid smoothly into her depths. Glad that it wasn't her turn to speak yet, the redhead basked in the sensation of primal fullness for a second before her partner slowly withdrew. He too was clearly enjoying the sensation of their copulation as her soft folds pulled and tugged at him, and when he concluded his portion of the presentation I could hear a bit of a quaver in his voice from the waves of pleasure emanating from his dick.

As much as she was enjoying herself, however, the redhead was now looking with no small amount of trepidation at her other partner's cock as he picked up where the first presenter left off. His dick was hanging fully erect in her face, eager and ready for the slick stimulation of her mouth, but it was clear that, whether she disliked him or just hated giving blowjobs, the girl really wasn't looking forward to what she was about to do. Still, her grade depended on it, and so she sucked it up and prepared to dive in.

I didn't enjoying seeing her discomfort, so I decided to make it a bit easier for her and interrupted once more. "Sorry to cut in, but I just wanted to point out how convenient it must be for you, especially in group projects, that your mouth is also a fully functional vagina and vice versa. Getting double-teamed like this must be your favorite thing in the world!"

"Oh, it is!" she gushed before eagerly pouncing on the cock throbbing in her face, burying it up to the hilt in her throat, and I saw her eyes roll back as the pleasure flooding her body effectively doubled. Meanwhile, she briefly pulled her pussy off her first partner and began bobbing her ass up and down. I nodded sagely as I pretended to listen, realizing that she was taking the opportunity to "speak" out of her lower mouthpussy now that her upper one was happily stuffed with dick.

When she had finished her answer, and had slid her first partner's thick cock back into her real, dripping pussy, I apologized for the second interruption and encouraged the trio to continue. Apparently, it was now the redhead's turn to speak, so she briefly pulled her mouth off the dick in front of her to blurt out half a sentence about the failures of feudalism, before eagerly stuffing his cock back into her mouthpussy and moaning in pleasure as her other partner pulled out so that she could continue her sentence.

I just stood there and watched, ignoring the fact that I could only understand the first half of each sentence, half-hypnotized by the rhythm of her body as it bounced back and forth between the two cocks as each mouthpussy "spoke" in turn, while her dangling breasts and pointy nipples stiff with arousal slowly swayed with the momentum of their pendulous movement.

At this point I took a break from the scene to look around the auditorium, pleased to see that each and every student was paying rapt attention, and that more than a few of them, men and women alike, had teased their hands down toward their crotches as the sheer eroticism of this perfectly normal history presentation began to affect their hormonal young bodies. I decided to help them out with that a bit, and panned the camera across the class, watching their eyes light up with interest as each spectator entered the shot.

"I can't believe you all forgot that you're supposed to openly masturbate while you watch the presentations," I called out. "Don't forget that class participation is a significant portion of your grade!" The students grinned sheepishly as they quickly unbuttoned/unzipped their various garments, pulled them down, and dropped their hands into their laps to engage in some much-needed self-pleasure as they watched their classmates fucking each other with wanton abandon at the front of the auditorium. They wanted a good participation grade, after all, especially when earning it was so easy and felt so good!

"Oh, and please remember to save all cumming until the question period, of course, so as not to distract our presenters!" I concluded matter-of-factly, and had to stifle a laugh as a guy in the front row, who had been watching the sexy redhead at the front of the room get stuffed with cock a bit too intently, panicked and tried to cover his throbbing dick as he accidentally stroked himself past the point of no return and began to ejaculate.

I looked back over at the professor, who clucked his tongue in disapproval while the offending student unsuccessfully tried to stop himself from shooting spurt after spurt of semen across the classroom floor, arcing toward the redhead who was somehow still managing to deliver her presentation while being spitroasted in both of her mouthpussies.

Once the professor decided that the miscreant had been sufficiently chastened, now that the student's orgasm had tailed off to merely dripping out of his softening cock and pooling on his seat, the professor went back to calmly watching the small orgy at the front of the classroom, taking careful notes on both content and the quality of the sex as he scrutinized the presenters, ignoring his own hard dick as it pitched a noticeable tent in his trousers.

I panned the camera back to him, deciding that he should set a more active example for his students. "I think you should be just as involved in the presentation as the other audience members are. Don't you agree, Professor?"

If anything, the middle-aged man looked relieved as he quickly fished out his own cock and began to stroke it, clearly envisioning filling one of the redhead's tight young mouthpussies himself, though, ever the professional, he continued to look around the room every few seconds to make sure all of the students in the audience were openly masturbating as required. Satisfied to see a room full of faces flushed with arousal, of hard cocks briskly stroked and fingers sliding deep into uncovered pussies, he returned his gaze to the front just as the presentation began to wrap up.

The words "Are there any questions?" suddenly hung heavy in the pregnant silence for an eternal second, and then the air filled with a deafening, erotic cacophony of deep, masculine moans and high-pitched, feminine cries as an auditorium full of unbearable sexual tension simultaneously exploded in massive, collective release.

A veritable shower of semen erupted across the room, raining down on the conditioned tresses and tight blouses of dozens of cute co-eds as they too rode out the bucking hips and gushing pussies of their own orgasmic ecstasy. The professor was no exception, and I noticed that he was intently watching the cute redhead come down from her double-ended orgasm as he shot rope after rope of old man spooge onto the floor.

I hadn't been contracted to film the question period, so in the chaos I silently packed up my equipment and slipped out. I was curious to hear what sorts of questions would follow such a presentation, but I was anxious to get to my next appointment. As I left the classroom I briefly passed a member of the custodial staff, watching with a mixture of interest and horror as he stood by with his mop. "Damn, I hate history presentations."

Down the hall I noticed a shy, modestly-dressed girl leaning against the wall breathing heavily. She had an acutely sexual flush on her face, so I concluded that she'd been watching the presentation through the window as well, but she also looked oddly sad in spite of her arousal.

"Excuse me, miss," I blurted impulsively, resigning myself to being late as I swung the camera over toward her and watched her mousy face become eager and attentive.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself just now. Why is that?" I asked, knowing that she'd be more than happy to tell me the truth now that she was on camera.

"Oh, I just really enjoy seeing all of the cute guys' hard cocks during the history presentations each semester," she said without a hint of hesitation. "It gets me super horny!"

"Well if you were enjoying yourself, why did you look so sad?"

"Because I'll never experience anything like that myself! I'm too thin, and nobody finds me attractive! I've never even had a boyfriend, and I'm not a History major so I can't even take the courses that would let me get fucked during a presentation!" Her frown was back, and though I was still busy pondering the interesting implications of this history course now being viewed as a legitimate method of getting laid, I was sad to hear her words, and wanted to do what I could to help her out. Luckily, my camera had rendered her completely suggestible, so it shouldn't be much trouble.

I took a second to glance up and down her body. She certainly was thin, with no curves to speak of, and with only a moderately attractive face, but even so I could tell that her problem was likely due more to lack of self-confidence than to her figure. I decided to help her out with both nonetheless, and to make sure she got exactly what she wanted.

I noticed that she was watching me closely as I looked her up and down, so I feigned a look of utter bewilderment and made a point of focusing my gaze on her hips and chest. "What do you mean? I can't see anything like that from where I'm standing! In fact, you've got an amazing figure, something out of a teenager's wet dream! With curves like that you've always oozed sex appeal, haven't you?"

The twiggy, plain-looking brunette looked down at herself in sudden satisfaction as she realized that she wasn't flat at all! Her fantastically large, firm tits never ceased to draw the attention of the horny guys in her classes, and her thick hips and bubble butt promised more than enough cushion when impaling herself with dick. If only she weren't so shy about taking the guys up on it when they propositioned her!

"I still think your best asset is your confidence though," I continued. "You've never been afraid to walk straight up to a guy you find attractive, flash your massive tits, and ask for a one-way ticket to pound town, have you?"

At this her face showed none of its earlier downcast shyness, but rather beamed with a combination of self-confidence and pent-up arousal even as her eyes continued to glisten with the remnants of her forgotten tears.

"In fact, you were just about to show them off for us, right?" I asked, grinning as the tiny girl's hands leapt to the hem of her shirt. "It's not every day you see such an uninhibited hottie with two pairs of massive tits hanging off her chest!"

"Of course I was gonna show them off!" the petite brunette giggled, eagerly pulling up her thin tanktop and making jiggling motions with her hands about a foot in front of her tiny chest, which didn't move an inch regardless of her exertions. First she held her hands high, jiggling what she believed to be her top pair of breasts, before moving her hands down and bouncing the lower pair, and then alternating high and low on either side so the audience could fully experience the unique spectacle offered by her naked, four-titted torso.

"Wow, that was amazing!" I enthused when she stopped thrusting her flat chest at the camera, though she didn't seem to feel the need to pull her shirt back down. "You seem to have gotten even hornier though. If it's ok with you, I'd like to film you throwing yourself at the nearest guy."

"Great idea!" she gushed, before flouncing over to her lucky target nearby. He had been watching the interview and was plainly interested in what he was seeing, even though it now seemed completely natural to him for her shirt to be pulled up and her four massive breasts to be hanging out in the middle of the hallway. His eyes followed the nonexistent bouncing of her chest as she approached.

I panned over to him, and as soon as he came into the frame he too became incredibly attentive, clearly glad to be on camera and eager to be commanded.

"You think her big tits are incredibly sexy, don't you?" I asked.

"Of course!" he responded as his eyes filled with lust for the woman's narrow, twig-like body.

"Does it bother you that she has four of those giant, bouncy udders dangling off her chest?"

"Not at all! I've always kinda had a thing for girls with extra tits," the young man admitted.

"That's why you were about to bend her over this bench and fuck the hell out of her, right?" I asked.

"Damn straight!" he responded, losing no time in pushing her over the side of one of the benches lining the hallway with one hand as he pulled down her loose sweatpants with the other. His tiny partner mewled with anticipation as he pressed himself up against her bony thighs as though they were a thick, pillowy ass, and then the petite brunette finally got what she needed as her mate bent over her, grabbed tightly onto what he thought were four giant tits hanging huge and heavy from her tiny torso, and thrust himself home while she screamed in ecstasy.

Happy to see that I'd not only helped the girl with her self-image, but also helped her find a guy friend to have some fun with, I turned the camera away from the enthusiastic couple and went on my way, leaving them to their very public lovemaking. The side doors of the building were open, so I could still hear the satisfied girl's high-pitched squeals halfway across the next quad.

Fifteen minutes later I finally arrived at the football stadium, just in time for the game to end. I was supposed to cover the entire fourth quarter, but with that plan now out the window I figured I should at least get the post-game interviews while I was here. And, with my new camera, it wasn't like my boss wouldn't believe whatever excuse I made up to cover my absence.

So, I got to work. I walked over to where the cheerleaders were celebrating with the football team and snapped open the viewfinder. I focused on the lead cheerleader, an astonishingly attractive blonde who filled out her skimpy uniform to nearly pornographic proportions.

"How do you feel about the win today?" I yelled over the sound of the fans screaming in the stands.

"I feel, like, great about it! Go team!" she shouted as she bounced up and down a few times, and I tried not to stare as her tits continued to bounce for a second after the rest of her had finished.

"Are you ready for the post-game gangbang though? The football team outnumbers you guys like three to one, and I hear they have some pretty massive cocks!"

"Of course! That's what we're here for, after all!" she shouted, flashing me an eager smile as plans to fill herself with jock dick flooded her mind.

"What about the rest of you sluts?" I yelled as I panned over the rest of the squad and most of the football team. "I know there's never enough cock to go around for you horny bimbos, but do you think that this time the team will be able to satisfy you, right here on the field in front of the entire stadium!?"

I got a chorus of "No way!" in return as the slutty cheerleaders' eyes filled with lust and they began to pair off with the tall, muscular football players, who had already begun removing their cups and freeing their thickening dicks, eager for their weekly dose of tight cheerleader pussy.

I snapped the camera closed and started on my way, figuring that the giant pile of horny athletes could more than take it from there.

"Hey cameraman, why don't you come join us?" one of the young sluts asked, pulling up her top to advertise her trim waist and perky tits as she winked at me suggestively. I prepared to refuse, for some reason feeling like it wouldn't be right to take advantage of the situation when I was the one who'd done this to them in the first place, but then it occurred to me that there was an incredibly simple way to free myself from the burden of my moral conundrum. I snapped the camera back open and told the gorgeous vixen to ask me again, before turning it on myself.

I immediately felt my anxiety drain away, and all I knew was that I was just happy to be here, eager to participate in whatever interview I'd found myself in. Suddenly, from off-camera I heard a flirty female voice: "Hey cameraman, are you ready to get in on this orgy with us!?"

I suddenly remembered that it was completely normal for the cameraman to participate in the post-game orgies, and couldn't wait to take the fit young brunette up on her offer. I turned the camcorder away a second later, briefly wondering if anything was different now that I too had been exposed to the persuasive glint of its lens. I decided not to worry about it and carefully replaced the camera in its case - the head cheerleader was bending over to pull down her skirt and panties, and as her tight, smooth entrance peeked out from between her toned thighs I wanted to make sure that I was the first lucky stud to pump a load into her slutty 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!

Perfect Girlfriend Juice

by Fidget

Chapter 4: Tracy's Mom

Tracy had the biggest crush on Tyler, and she was pretty sure he felt the same way about her. Tyler was a bit short at only 5'6", but he had that slim young teen heartthrob vibe, and that just made him seem even cuter to the slightly shorter, petite Tracy. Both were eighteen, lived in the same subdivision, and had just finished their senior year in high school, but while Tracy had been crushing on him since she was a freshman, it was only in the past month or so that Tyler had started finding more and more excuses to come over to her house, to Tracy's giddy delight.

It had all started when Tyler had begun mowing lawns in their neighborhood earlier that spring for some extra cash. The normally shy Tracy had convinced herself to slip into a one-piece bathing suit and set up shop on a reclining chair on her back patio, ostensibly to tan, from which she pointedly feigned a cool indifference toward the object of her affections as his shiny, sinewy body walked back and forth across her lawn, growing ever closer to her bare arms and legs with each pass.

He didn't seem to take much notice of her, to Tracy's chagrin, and to make matters worse her mother had appeared, fresh out of the shower and wearing nothing but a towel. Tracy wanted to crawl into a hole and die as her practically naked mother unfairly criticized her beloved's hard work before turning a sly look on Tracy herself, fully aware of what Tracy was doing since she'd never tanned a day in her life, before dragging her embarrassingly voluptuous curves back into the dimly lit house like some sort of monstrous cave-troll.

Afterward, however, Tracy's fortunes seemed to have reversed completely, and whether out of sympathy with Tracy or just out of having finally been made aware of her presence in the first place, she was excited to realize that Tyler was now taking frequent brief glances up toward the house, craning his neck in what had to be an attempt to see her body better. So, Tracy arched her back a bit and stretched her arms over her head to reward him, shocked at her own uncharacteristic forwardness, but finally bathing in the addictive attention of her beau.

Apparently Tyler had liked what he'd seen, and over the next few months Tracy's yard was treated to twice as many mowings as any other house in the neighborhood, and Tyler kept finding excuses to come over and do other odd jobs around the house as well, even at reduced wages when Tracy's mom complained about how much she was paying him. Even worse, her mom always found an opportunity to come out and criticize his work, and frequently did so wearing the tight, low-cut tops and heavy makeup she had taken to wearing recently, meaning that Tracy had to watch Tyler be constantly subjected to an embarrassing amount of her mom's curvy, mature body.

Tracy's dad had walked out on them a few years before, and though the divorce settlement had left them with a comfortable few million to live off in addition to her mom's own modest income, Tracy's mom's unrealistically high standard of living meant that their finances had slowly dwindled. As a result, the brazenness of her mom's fashion choices had grown as well, to the point where her constant desperate attempts to seduce handsome young tech millionaires into being her new sugar daddy meant that each time Tyler came over she was inadvertently showing him more and more of her large freckled breasts and thick, surprisingly toned thighs and hips encased in skin-tight leggings.

Still, Tyler never complained to Tracy about her mom's embarrassing lack of modesty, and Tracy was flattered by the lengths her crush was willing to go through to see her, so she always made sure she was in her lawn chair wearing her one piece when he came over, so that the experience would be worth putting up with her mom.

Tracy knew he wasn't interested in the money, of course. He was interested in her. And so she impulsively decided one day that she would find some of the Perfect Girlfriend Juice she'd heard about on the internet so that she could properly reward all of his efforts. She knew that it would change her, that it would irrevocably transform her into Tyler's Perfect Girlfriend, whatever that happened to be, but that's what she wanted to happen. Her beloved Tyler deserved no less than perfection, and Tracy was determined to make sure that he got it.

It had been surprisingly easy to find, and a few days later she was holding her small, cylindrical aluminum guarantee that she and Tyler would be perfect for each other forever.

And so, when Tyler texted to ask if he could come over to hang by the pool Tracy took his request as solid evidence that he finally intended to make a move, and this was even further confirmed when he asked if her mom had gotten back from her business trip yet. Clearly Tyler wanted the two of them to be alone together, and Tracy was more than ready to make it happen. She told him that her mom was back, but that the pool was still pretty secluded by the bushes in her backyard, and so he should definitely come over anyway. And, in a further stroke of luck, her mom had left to go shopping as soon as Tracy had hung up, guaranteeing that they'd have the whole afternoon to themselves.

Tracy wanted to make an impression on Tyler when she joined him by the pool, and wanted to up the ante from the one-pieces she'd been wearing, but she didn't have any bikinis of her own. So, she borrowed one of her mom's instead even though it was much too large for her, tightening the straps as much as possible even though it still left most of her small B-cups almost completely visible inside the giant cups that usually held her mom's enormous double Ds.

Finally ready, she popped open the Perfect Girlfriend Juice and took a moment to enjoy the anticipation of her looming transformation before chugging as much of the tangy, mildly carbonated sports drink as she could.

Immediately she began to feel a bit strange as a new, unexpectedly powerful yearning began to grow within her. Oh good, it's taking effect, she reflected dreamily to herself as her thoughts began to turn toward just how yummy boys were. She tried to keep her mind focused on Tyler out of the ardor and purity of her love for him, but almost immediately her thin veneer of adolescent fascination was washed away by a much deeper, primal need to be in the presence of a man, any man. Tyler would do fine, of course, since his masculine words and whims were just as capable of molding and directing the raw sexual potential building up inside her as any other male of her species, but Tracy knew that if she happened to see another guy before she made her way to Tyler, she wouldn't be able to resist turning herself into their devoted Perfect Girlfriend instead.

Any metaphorical parallels between the capricious nature of her schoolgirl crush on Tyler and the ease with which she had been convinced to forget about him entirely were lost on Tracy, but it was too late anyway, and she had no choice but to go along with the Juice's compulsions, growing more and more desperate to find a man to bind herself to and discover the answer to the question suddenly burning within her.

Soon, Tracy couldn't help but go in search of what she needed, counting herself lucky that Tyler was likely already out back, not because she cared which guy turned her into a sex-obsessed, walking wet dream at this point, of course, but because he was likely the closest person who could.

She found him sitting by the pool, as expected, talking on his phone. She quietly snuck up behind him, her characteristic timid nature yet unchanged even as she was irresistibly drawn to his presence under the influence of the Juice.

"Yeah, I'm over at Tracy's again... What? No, Tracy's nice and all, but I definitely don't like her. I'm here for her mom, man. Have you seen her? Such a milf."

Her mom? Something about that didn't seem right, and a feeling of unease began to filter through her haze of Juice-induced desire and curiosity, even as Tracy's thoughts greedily latched onto the idea that her mom might be Tyler's Perfect Girlfriend and her body eagerly prepared itself to grow and swell and mature.

Still, she couldn't help but feel a bit miffed nonetheless. Tyler was supposed to be coming over because he liked her, not the curvy, unabashed sexuality of her milfy mom! If Tracy had known, she never would have drunk that stupid Perfect Girlfriend Juice in the first place! But Tyler was talking again, and Tracy couldn't help but focus all of her concentration on his words, hoping that he'd drop another hint about what sort of woman he'd want to fuck so that she'd have no choice but to become exactly that sort of woman.

"I mean, I wouldn't turn Tracy down, even if she's a bit quiet and petite and stuff, but her mom's just so much hotter! Like, have you seen those tits?? I was over here cutting grass like a month ago and she came out with just a towel on! Ever since, I'm over here every chance I get, man, and you know you would be too! And she's definitely a total slut. I can tell she likes me from the way she stares, and she keeps wearing skimpier stuff when I'm around, showing her body off to me and all...

"Of course I'd fuck her! I'm telling you man, if her tits were bigger, and if she were even sluttier and had a thing for younger guys, she'd literally be the perfect woman! ... What? No, I wouldn't mind dating an older woman - that just means more experience! I could just let her take charge, show me a thing or two..."

All the while Tracy was hiding in the bushes, drinking in his words as the Juice successfully persuaded her own mind and body to reflect them. Of course Tyler wanted to fuck her mom. What red-blooded male wouldn't? Suddenly the thought of being just like her mother, but even bustier and sluttier, seemed like the hottest thing in the world to Tracy. She knew that she should be absolutely horrified at how appealing that idea was becoming to her, but that knowledge paled in comparison to how much the Juice was making her want it, and so Tracy began to change.

Her mom had always been tall at almost 6 feet, and as Tracy's head began to press into the limbs of the bushes above her, she joyfully realized that she was about to share that same trait, if not exceed it. Her hips began to widen to replicate the mature thickness her mother's figure had taken on after her own birth, before surpassing it entirely as her thighs simultaneously swelled with toned muscle along with a healthy amount of nice, soft, jiggly fat. Tracy had always liked her petite frame, but all it had taken to change that fact was a few throwaway sentences from her former crush, and now she was incredibly eager to experience her mom's voluptuous mommy curves being inflicted on her own body.

She felt her chest finally beginning to deform and distend inside the empty cups of her mother's bikini top, swelling out from the small, perky young Bs riding high on her chest to heavy mommy milkers even larger than her own mother's. They looked as she might expect her mom's to look if she'd gotten herself knocked up again and pumped out a couple more kids, sagging a bit from their sheer size and weight but so full and soft and swollen that they retained their protruding rounded shape nonetheless, capped with large, dark areolas and nipples thick like Rollos. Tracy knew that they were perfect for letting Tyler know just how much of a mature and experienced milf she was, while also evoking the mental image of the massive pornstar tits she knew he had in mind when talking about how much bigger he wished her mom's tits were. She could feel herself becoming a busty cougar out of Tyler's wildest wet dreams, and she couldn't wait to use her mature new body to make his dick all big and hard for her.

At this thought Tracy felt her arousal beginning to spiral out of control, her body filling with ravenous sexual need as her pussy swelled up fatter and fatter, knowing that Tyler's words were currently turning her into a giant slut but welcoming her new complete lack of inhibitions nonetheless. God she needed a cock pounding her soft, sloppy pussy right now, especially if that cock belonged to a virile young stud like Tyler. It once again briefly occurred to her how disgusted she should be that she'd been turned into a pornographic version of her own mother against her will, but the truth was that Tracy had never felt so happy in her life. Or so horny.

Time to put this body to work, Mommy Tracy thought hungrily to herself, and stepped her towering, curvaceous body out of the bushes, surprised at how natural the extra weight packed into the now-tiny bikini felt hanging off her jiggly frame. She had absentmindedly loosened the straps as she had swelled, loving the feeling of her body filling it and conforming to its ever-shrinking constraints, until her mother's significantly smaller cup size did more to reveal Tracy's own obscene curves than hide them.

"Oh shit dude, I think she's here! I gotta go!" she heard Tyler hiss into the phone before hanging up and whipping his head around.

"Hi, I'm, um, Trina, Tracy's mom's older sister!" Tracy fibbed, knowing how bad the impromptu lie had to sound even as she came up with it. Her mom didn't even have a sister, for one thing, but Tracy's overwhelming sexual desire for Tyler had severely restricted her mental bandwidth. "I've heard so much about you!" she gushed, sinking on to the lawn chair beside him and pulling him over into a tight hug. She let the astonished young man sink against her curves and rest his face on the naked skin of her soft, jiggly right breast, still poorly encased in the bikini top she knew she'd be shedding minutes later. She held him there for far too long, pressing him into her massive cleavage as she gently stroked his hair, giving him the milf treatment she knew he'd dreamed about.

"My sister Amy told me what a handsome young man you were, but I wasn't expecting you to be this handsome," Tracy purred flirtily when she finally released him, squeezing his arm and looking him up and down as though she'd never seen him before. "If I were a few years younger, well, I might be tempted to let you take advantage of me!"

"That's, um, very nice of you, Mrs...." Tyler stammered as his bravado from seconds before crumbled at being confronted with exactly what he'd said he wanted. Tracy's mom's sister was somehow even hotter than Tracy's mom, and as he tried and failed to avoid staring at the massive mound of flesh pressing against his entire upper arm he felt his dick beginning to stir inside his swim trunks.

"It's Ms.," Tracy said, giving him a knowing wink as she squeezed her massive, new-yet-oddly-familiar tits together between her forearms, relishing the hungry look on Tyler's face even as his cheeks began to burn with self-conscious embarrassment. "I'm still looking for my Prince Charming. Someone who could really appreciate all that I have to... offer." She squirmed in her own overpowering arousal as his eyes traveling up and down her curvy form at what her words implied. It was funny - Tracy could remember thinking that her mom's voluptuous figure was gross and old less than an hour ago, but now, being even more obscenely curvy herself and knowing that this was exactly what Tyler wanted, she couldn't help but think that there couldn't possibly be a sexier body type in the world.

"Say, Tyler," she continued, seizing the moment offered by his roaming eyes and pumping hormones to risk being a bit more direct. All of her shyness seemed to have evaporated alongside her youth and inexperience, and now that what she and Tyler both wanted was within her grasp, she was more than willing to seize the opportunity. "I've heard of young men having crushes on older women," she said as she gently placed a hand on his thigh and began to lightly stroke. "Have you ever experienced anything like that, Tyler?"

He gulped and nodded, his eyes still not having made it up past her chest ever since her hug had enveloped him in her enormous breasts. Tracy glanced down and saw the bulge growing a few inches away from where her hand was stroking. God she loved watching young men get turned on by her body like this. They were so hormonal, their bodies wanted sex so badly, and Tracy loved how easy it was to turn them on and and make them give her what she wanted.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Tyler?" Tracy purred at the same instant that she allowed her finger to gently brush against his shaft for the first time, watching his eyes widen in surprise and lust as his cock throbbed against her. He nodded again.

"That's good." She used her free hand to reach behind her back and unclasp her bikini as she continued rhythmically brushing her fingers against his twitching cock, her actions instinctual and irresistible due to the Perfect Girlfriend Juice still running hot through her veins. "I just feel so comfortable around you for some reason, Tyler, like I could just completely open myself up to you." She punctuated this statement by opening her thick thighs a bit wider, and was rewarded with his glance dropping momentarily to her crotch as his dick pulsed once again in her hand.

"I think we should get to know each other a bit better." She finally allowed her bikini straps to fall down her shoulders, fully revealing her chest to him. "I think you'll find that I have nothing to hide."

Tyler stared slack-jawed as her mommy milkers suddenly bounced out into the open in all their glory. Tracy hefted them for him, pinching and rolling her thick nipples between her finger and thumb to make them all hard and puffy before offering them to the delighted young man.

"It's fine, you can touch them. I know you want to."

Tyler instinctively reached to do just that, before his upbringing and the reality of the situation came crashing down on him, and he pulled his hand back in uncertainty.

"Mrs... um, are you sure we should be doing this?" he asked, but Tracy impatiently swung a long leg over his torso and straddled him in answer, putting her swollen, heavy tits right in his face for him to play with. Tyler immediately forgot his reservations and began reflexively hefting and stroking them, enjoying how surprisingly soft yet weighty and solid they felt in his hands, like large bags of sand. They felt even better than he'd dreamed they would.

Tracy loved how gentle and tentative he was being, how nervous he was about what he was doing even as his teen hormones drove him to touch and caress her hypersexual body. She found it endlessly amusing knowing that within fifteen minutes she'd have him gripping and squeezing and slobbering and sucking on her veiny hooters like his life depended on it.

Even so, she briefly glanced around nonetheless, glad that though they were in the middle of the backyard, none of the neighbors could see in. Thank goodness for fences, and for her mom going shopping! Tracy could feel Tyler's hard dick pressing against her labia through their thin swimsuits, nestling into the gap of the puffy, swollen cameltoe the Juice had given her early-middle-aged body. She began to slowly rub herself against him while he was distracted with her chest, enjoying feeling him intermittently twitch against her pussy as the sensations of her gentle dry-humping ran through his sensitive dick.

"We can stop if you want to. Do you want to stop, Tyler?" she asked, briefly slowing her pace even further in what almost seemed like a threat. He vehemently shook his head, though his greedy mouth never left her thick nipple in the process. Tracy grinned and resumed rubbing her sex against his.

She loved how much larger and older she was than Tyler, how her body fully covered his smaller frame, how she was already threatening to bury him in soft flesh before she had even begun enveloping his dick. She felt powerful, she felt wanted, and even though she could sense Tyler's own unrecognized power in the insistent need of the masculinity throbbing against her receptive entrance, she derived endless satisfaction from the knowledge that she was the one in control, able to engulf and direct and release that masculinity according to her own whims.

Tracy felt that it was time to make that metaphor reality, so she reached underneath herself and pulled his swim trunks down, taking the opportunity to pull her thong aside to give him access as she did so, and was rewarded with the silky softness of her fat, swollen vulva and loose labia sliding directly against the skin of his cock for the first time. Tracy wasn't sure of how tight milfs' pussies were supposed to be, but she knew that hers was as slick and juicy and welcoming as Tyler could ever want, perfect to effortlessly sink himself into, to make his hard cock all nice and deliciously slick as he stroked himself to completion against her soft fleshy walls.

She seemed to have been correct in her assessment, and grinned in satisfaction as the suction of his mouth against her swollen teat increased and he gave a deep, throaty moan. Meanwhile Tracy continued to slowly and seductively grind against him, feeling her loose folds gently caressing and wrapping seductively around his cock, knowing just how much he was enjoying the new sensations now that nothing separated his dick from her pussy.

Mommy Tracy wanted his first time to be memorable, of course, and she continued her pussyjob, sliding herself against him with less and less friction each time as the copious lubrication from her gushing pussy coated him and readied him for penetration. With each pass, she slid a bit further up his body and leaned a bit further forward, both to bring her clit into contact with his shaft as well as to open herself for him, pressing her tits harder against his torso until she was practically dragging the entirety of her massive chest against his smaller frame with each movement. The overwhelming sensations were all completely new to Tyler's susceptible male body, and the slick friction of her textured lips against his slippery shaft was already threatening to prove too much for him.

Finally, almost unexpectedly, instead of sliding tantalizingly along her pussy as Tracy slid back down his body, the glistening tip of his dick popped over the edge of her entrance, and he slid smoothly inside her for the first time. Tracy stared intensely at the young man's face as his eyes widened at the pleasure, slowly sinking herself further and further onto him until he was buried up to the hilt.

"Does that feel nice?" Tracy cooed, letting him soak for a few seconds before she started moving again. Tyler could only nod as he continued to grope and suckle her tits with helpless need, buried under his former friend's soft curves on the straining patio chair. The fear was still present in his eyes, but there was also a frowning intensity, the meaning of which Tracy knew all too well thanks to the years of sexual experience the Juice had given her. That was another thing she now loved about young men - how easy it was to get them to pop inside of her. Far from being a turnoff, however, making them lose control so quickly just made Tracy feel that much sexier. She wanted his cum inside her as soon as she could get it, and knew that Tyler's overstimulated young body was more than ready to give it to her. She flashed him a knowing smile as she slowly slid herself off his cock, feeling his body practically convulsing with need underneath hers, and as expected his eyes widened with impending finality as his eagerness and inexperience began to get the better of him.

For his part, Tyler had loved feeling the voluptuous milf on top of him, around him, engulfing him, and had allowed himself to sink into her with abandon, but he was unprepared for the intensity of the sensation that flooded his body when her slick lips tugged along his sensitive shaft as she slowly pulled herself off him, and he was ashamed that her mature, experienced body had already forced him to the edge of his control after just one thrust. Tyler's face burned with embarrassment, knowing that he was about to out himself as a virgin, but even though he tried to hold himself back like a mature, experienced lover, his young body needed to cum too badly, and he felt his cock beginning to tighten anyway. "Wait, Miss... um... I think I'm gonna-" he started to say, but then Tracy put a freckled finger to his lips and enveloped him for a second time, sealing his fate.

"Shhh..." she whispered encouragingly, and as she slowly slid him back into her, she watched his wiry arm muscles tense up as his eyes lost focus, and then she could feel his dick jerking inside of her, filling her with a heavy load of his potent semen while his slim hips bucked up against hers with all of the the surprising power of his young male body.

Not bad, only two strokes, she thought giddily to herself, filled with pleasure and satisfaction as she rode out her inexperienced partner's heaving orgasm. Tracy didn't mind at all that she hadn't cum, of course - she was just happy to have taken care of Tyler's needs, and she knew that the brevity of this little session would give her masturbation material for weeks to come.

"Thanks, lover, that was nice," she cooed, bending over once more to give him a soft kiss on the lips as she slid his deflating dick out of herself. Even after having lost its rigidity, Tyler's limp cock continued to twitch desperately against his slim abdomen in the aftershocks of the strongest orgasm of his life, while Tyler himself lay motionless on the lawn chair, still seeing stars after cumming so hard he almost lost consciousness.

It had been much more than just nice for Tracy as well, but she was a proper milf now, and had to play the part of the experienced older cougar no matter how delirious with pleasure she was at having successfully fucked the object of her sexual fixation.

"I'll be in town for a while yet - I hope we can see each other again," she said as she stood up to head back toward the house, still loving the way her mature curves bounced and hung off her body as she moved while Tyler's copious jizz slowly oozed out of her juicy pussy.

"I, uh, I'd like that," he stammered as he finally began to regain his senses. Tracy appreciated how cute and out of it her young lover looked as he pulled his swim trunks back up to cover himself before gingerly picking up her bikini top from where it was lying across the arm of the chair.

"Don't you need this?" he called after her, eyeing the large, empty cups as the full weight of what had just happened finally began to sink in.

"You keep it," she said, giving him a wink. "Same time tomorrow?"

Tyler nodded dumbly, fully aware that he wouldn't miss it for the world. He knew it might be wrong, but he was in love with Tracy's mom...'s busty, slutty cougar older sister.