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.

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, Ch. 02: The Mayor's Wife by Fidget

Eleanor loved being the Mayor's wife. Knowing that she was making a positive difference in her community for her husband's constituents was part of it, sure, but mostly she loved the sense of grandeur and decorum that came with being the wife of the political head of fifty thousand people. People listened when she talked, respected her ideas, and treated her with a deference that quickly became addicting, all because of her husband's position. It was like being one of those entitled military wives who insisted on going by their husband's rank, but the difference here was that Eleanor was actually making a positive difference in her community.

But, while she loved the respect and attention, she felt like she wasn't quite suited to it, somehow. As much as she enjoyed her role, she was still a bit of an introvert, and always felt some slight discomfort when going out in public with her husband. She knew that she had good ideas, and that people valued her insight, but it was difficult for her to bring herself to speak when so many others were listening. And she knew that the mayor deserved better.

Etymologically, Benedict had been an almost prophetic name for her husband. Blessed with a silver tongue, morally unimpeachable, and with a model home life, he was the perfect politician and an ideal husband. After 25 years of marriage, Eleanor still knew just how lucky she had gotten, and was still madly in love with him. She knew that he felt the same way about her, and was clearly attracted to her even after their decades of successful marriage. She had birthed two children who were now off at college, but was still only in her mid 40s, with a face mostly clear of wrinkles and a curvy body that her pregnancies had only emphasized. Benedict's physique had improved with age and an active exercise regimen as well, and Eleanor still swooned when he held her in his powerful arms. Such a man deserved a perfect wife who could actively help him achieve his lofty goals, and Eleanor was determined to do whatever it took to become that for Benedict.

She imagined herself a stately, elegant, raven-haired beauty, like Jackie O, with the power and the political savvy to rule alongside her husband publicly, all while taking their sex life to new heights privately as her success and acumen fueled his desire for her. She foresaw them becoming a political dynasty whose influence knew no bounds as they worked their way up to the governorship, Congress, and even the presidency. Why not? And all it would take to turn her fantasy into reality was a few sips of a banned energy drink she'd managed to get her hands on online, and which had arrived in the mail that day, "Perfect Girlfriend Juice".

Later that night, she'd drink the juice, ask her husband what he thought the perfect mayor's wife was like, and let the juice make her dreams a reality. She'd be just like the powerful, sexy, capable female antagonists she'd grown up watching and secretly idolizing in cartoons. Only her plan would succeed, and she wouldn't be evil, obviously.

When she got home after clandestinely picking up her purchase from their P.O. box, the mayor was already in bed. Wasting no time, she popped the tab on the can and took a tentative sip. Once the potent liquid was inside of her, however, she couldn't help but quickly drink the rest. She recognized the effects immediately, knowing what to look for from her research. As expected, Eleanor was suddenly filled with an incredible urge to seek out the nearest male, and she knew what would inevitably happen once she did. It was a good thing her husband was already sleeping in the next room, otherwise she likely wouldn't have been able to stop herself from running out into the street and begging a random stranger to tell her what his Perfect Girlfriend was like.

Her body on autopilot, Eleanor was drawn through the open bedroom door where the enticing form of her sleeping husband was waiting for her. She began to feel a bit weird, almost off-balance, as she drew closer, and her gaze fixated on her husband's peaceful face. This must be the imprinting stage the website was talking about, she thought distractedly, but the feeling was so much stronger than she had expected. She loved the mayor dearly, but, for the first time in decades, she began to get actual butterflies in her stomach just from looking at him. She felt like a silly teenager again, who had laid eyes on a cute guy for the first time, and she recognized the feelings for what they were. Thanks to the Juice, she now had a huge, irresistible crush on her husband, and it was deepening by the second.

This is even better than I thought! Eleanor thought to herself as she continued to stare at his chiseled features and her body practically shook with newfound desire for him. God he's sexy! Eleanor would do anything for this man, and as she felt a powerful curiosity beginning to bubble up inside of her, she knew the Perfect Girlfriend Juice was about to ensure that she did just that.

Needing to be closer to him, Eleanor quietly disrobed and slid into bed beside the mayor, giddy at being so close to the object of her new, overwhelming desires, and the heavy breathing that came with the incredible arousal coursing through her body soon woke him. Benedict suddenly found himself looking up into the flushed face of his wife as she stared down at him with surprising intensity, not knowing that she was deep in the irresistible throes of Perfect Girlfriend Juice and feeling a growing a compulsion to ask him a very important question.

"Honey, are you ok?" he slurred as he slowly returned to consciousness.

"Oh, yes! I was just thinking..." She felt her urge continuing to grow stronger, and was soon compelled to ask the fateful question: "Honey, what kind of women do you like?"

"What? Where's this coming from all of a sudden? I think you're perfect the way you are, dear," the mayor responded sleepily, ever the politician.

"I know you love me just like I am, and I promise this isn't a trap or anything." He's so considerate! I love him so much I just can't stand it! "I'm just curious about what kind of girls turn you on the most, and what your idea of a Perfect Girlfriend is-"

Eleanor immediately realized her mistake. She'd allowed herself to get swept up in the moment, and had inadvertently asked about his Perfect Girlfriend, not about his perfect mayor's wife or perfect goal-related political companion like she'd meant to. But, she hadn't been able to stop herself - Eleanor had severely underestimated how euphoric it would feel to be in a man's presence in her current state, how much she would want to please him. She knew how strong her husband's sex drive was, and she was suddenly so fixated on his pleasure and sexual preferences that she couldn't help but ask the way she had. And, now that he was preparing to answer, she couldn't bring herself to correct him. She was just so filled with intense, artificial curiosity that she could only eagerly await being helplessly transformed by his response, regardless of the consequences.

Sure enough, Benedict had always had a secret fantasy that he'd never told his wife about. He'd always assured himself that he'd tell her eventually, but it had never felt like the right time. Now, however, she'd asked him directly, and he felt that she deserved honesty. "Well, I do have this stupid fantasy about being seduced by a petite young woman - of legal age, of course - and having her become my girlfriend." He cringed in embarrassment at finally coming clean, expecting Eleanor to blow up at him, and thinking he probably deserved it.

This was far from what Eleanor had been was expecting to hear, even with the way she had phrased her question, and she would have been incredibly indignant at his answer if she were still capable of it. She was supposed to become a vision of stately elegance, not some childish slut! She should have been horrified at this revelation, especially given the gravity of her current vulnerable condition, but instead she found these ideas becoming more and more appealing as her drug-induced curiosity left her feeling surprisingly open-minded.

"What else is this girl like?" Eleanor found herself asking as her body began to tingle. "Do you have a picture of her?" She knew he probably did. Benedict snuck off for some private time every few days, and she hadn't begrudged him, both because he kept her well satisfied and because she knew what men's needs could be like sometimes, but she had no idea her husband had developed such... specific... tastes.

A bit apprehensive, Benedict grabbed his phone off the bedside table, navigated to his password-protected porn folder, and decided on as tame an image as he could: a pale, somewhat petite woman with pale purple hair in her late 20s, dressed in tight pink PVC covered in countless cutesy little black skulls, making a heavily stylized face of intense sexual ecstasy at the camera.

Once she showed it to her, however, he was surprised to see her eyes widen with intense curiosity as she devoured every detail. Wow, maybe I can be more honest with her about this kind of thing than I thought, Benedict reflected. He'd see how she reacted this time, and then consider being a bit more open if they ever had a talk like this again.

"Why does she wear that plastic stuff?" Eleanor couldn't resist asking as the tingle in her body became more intense. It felt like her weight and center of balance were starting to subtly shift, and she knew that the Juice was performing as advertised, forcing her body to conform to her man's preferences. Rather than being concerned about her changes as she thought she would, however, she instead found herself welcoming them, knowing that with each passing second she was growing closer to being the mayor's Perfect Girlfriend, now that becoming his perfect wife was apparently off the table. Either way, it was far too late to turn back, and the Juice's effects on her body and mind were automatic, irresistible, and absolute.

"It's called PVC. I dunno, but I like to imagine that it's because her skin is so sensitive that if she weren't wearing it, she'd be orgasming in public all the time." Oh no, Eleanor started to think before her concern was washed away and replaced by giddy eagerness, and then her body was lighting up with arousal as the sensation of the air caressing her supernaturally sensitive skin began to intensify. It was all she could do to keep herself from jumping her husband right then and there, but her unrelenting, irresistible curiosity about his ideal girlfriend delayed her advances for a few more minutes.

"So, tell me more about this fantasy girl of yours," Eleanor purred as she pressed her increasingly nubile body against his and began exploring under the covers with her hand.

Encouraged by her attentions, and getting a bit turned on in spite of himself as her light touches trailed closer and closer to his crotch, Benedict decided to risk a bit more honesty.

"Well, um, she loves being the center of attention, and is in her element when in front of people, but she's also pretty selfish and immature. She gets incredibly turned on by the attention and likes to arouse the men watching her. The thought of sex where others can see her excites her, mostly because of the knowledge that she's using her audience for her own pleasure."

Eleanor devoured his every word, her head spinning as her psyche embraced each fascinating new possibility. She knew the Perfect Girlfriend Juice was making her feel this way, but she couldn't get over how in love she was at this moment, feeling her husband's manhood starting to stiffen and rise as he continued to speak. The mayor was clearly turning himself on telling her all of this, and as she stroked his cock and felt herself beginning to crave male attention, especially in public, she marveled at how wonderful it all felt. She had wanted to become more outgoing and extroverted, and it looked like she was going to become just that, with a few additional tweaks, of course. She briefly worried about how self-centered the little cock-tease her husband had described seemed to be, and wondered if his words had turned her into an exhibitionist as well, but ultimately decided that it really didn't matter. Eleanor knew that she deserved to be this hot, and that she deserved all of the attention her sexy young body was going to get. She liked who she was becoming, and it was pretty clear that the mayor did too.

Finally, unable to resist her need for his body any longer, Eleanor swung a lithe, muscular leg over his torso as the combination of his sexual interest in her body and the sensation of the air caressing her naked skin lit her pussy on fire.

Benedict thought his wife seemed much more enthusiastic than usual as she climbed on top, but decided not to worry about it as she slid his cock deep into her warm, slick pussy. Even so, there was definitely something different about Eleanor as she began to ride him, but he couldn't quite tell what in the low light. She seemed significantly lighter for one thing, much more lithe and animated, almost... sprightly even, and it was like she suddenly couldn't get enough of his cock. Eager to indulge her, he continued to thrust himself into her body with a growing intensity as she repeatedly enveloped him, moaning in a voice that was slightly higher pitched than he recognized.

Benedict figured that this must be a bit of role-play on her part in response to what he'd just told her, but nonetheless his wife's seductions and tight, slick pussy were quickly driving him closer and closer to orgasm. Knowing her husband's body like the back of her hand after so many years, Eleanor noticed how much faster her husband was approaching his climax than usual. This recognition that she was already well on her way to becoming his Perfect Girlfriend was more than her new, hypersensitive body could take, and she slammed herself down onto him one final time as her slender new frame began shaking with the first of countless orgasms to come. Feeling the walls of his wife's unusually tight pussy pulsing encouragingly around his cock triggered the mayor's own orgasm, and he moaned in pleasure as he throbbed with release and spurted himself deep into his wife's depths.

He held her tightly when she collapsed onto his chest, her body again feeling somehow unfamiliar in his arms as his cock continued to twitch inside of her with the aftershocks of his orgasm. They'd always had good sex, but this was the best fuck he'd had in years.

When Eleanor looked in the mirror the next morning while Benedict prepared his famous eggs for the two of them downstairs, she was both shocked and completely unsurprised by what she saw. Her face was still very much her own, though with some more color in her lips and a new, seductive pout as her neutral expression, and the wrinkles on her face were noticeably shallower, but her body looked like a perfect blend of her own and the picture of the petite seductress from the night before. She couldn't be older than her late twenties, and she felt more energetic than she had in years.

Eleanor's voluptuous breasts, formerly large and heavy from nursing her two sons and the pride and joy of her curvy body, had clearly shrunk by at least two cup sizes to a small, perky B. Worse, though, she couldn't help but feel glad about that fact, like they had always been large, gross, and unwieldy, and only now were beginning to edge closer to perfection somehow. She also noticed that she was significantly shorter. Eleanor had once thought her height was one of her best features, giving her a presence she thought was almost commanding, but after learning the night before that her husband liked them short, she had lost at least three inches of height, if not more.

Even her skin was different. Eleanor had always tanned easily, and her skin held a significant amount of color on its own, but now, thanks the snow-white nymph from the night before she had become noticeably paler. Still, she couldn't help but appreciate her small, creamy white boobs in the mirror, knowing that it wasn't at all what she had wanted, but unable to stop cupping and fondling them in happiness nonetheless.

Her sandy brown hair, just starting to show a few streaks of gray, saw the most stunning change, however. Instead of darkening to black, it had lightened to a pale pink, and now fell in luxurious curls around her smooth face. Her new body was nothing like she'd thought it would be, but it all felt comfortable and natural somehow as she danced around a bit with her newfound youthful energy while her perky little tits bounced and wiggled in the mirror.

The air on her naked skin was already turning her on, thanks to her husband's careless words the night before, but, knowing that he preferred her this way, she fully welcomed the tingles of need starting up in her horny little pussy. Intellectually, Eleanor recognized that the Perfect Girlfriend Juice had made her feel this way, but even so, it seemed like she had always looked and felt like this, and she couldn't help but love it. It all seemed so... perfect somehow.

She had chosen to wear a sweater to hide the noticeable differences in her body as long as possible, and also selected her highest pair of heels so Benedict wouldn't notice the height difference, but even so she couldn't hide the fact that her hair was completely different from the mayor as she came downstairs. And why should I hide it? The thought burst into her mind unbidden, along with a brief flash of indignant anger. I want to look this way! Eleanor realized that the impetuousness bubbling within her was the result of the Juice, but that didn't make her feel any less entitled to look however she wanted. She was already wearing the stupid sweater, what more did the mayor want??

"Babe, did you dye your hair yesterday?" Benedict asked in shock as soon as he saw her on the stairs. "I mean, it looks good, but don't you think pink is a bit... aggressive... for a mayor's wife in her 40s?"

Eleanor felt a momentary surge of crushing disappointment at his words, much more intense than she usually experienced. She was reminded that her efforts the previous night had clearly had the opposite effect than she intended, but then her artificial desire to be his perfect girlfriend reasserted itself, and she found herself appreciating her sexy new figure and eye-catching mane once more. Especially if it gets me some attention once I get out in public, Eleanor thought as a naughty, erotic thrill went through her body.

"Well do you like it?" she asked playfully, bouncing her curls for him, and then felt her ears perking up, always eager to hear more about his preferences. Eleanor had felt relatively normal that morning, but apparently she was still fully under the influence of the Perfect Girlfriend Juice, ready to transform herself at a moment's notice based on even the smallest offhand comment from the mayor.

"I do, actually. A surprising amount," he answered entirely truthfully. He had also confirmed that her voice was definitely higher pitched than normal, though there was something enticing about it, especially when combined with the unusually seductive pout of her bright pink lips this morning. And there was something about the way she carried herself, almost like her head was attached to a completely different frame. And a significantly sexier frame than he remembered, at that.

"There's something else different about you today, dear. Have you been working out? You look great." Eleanor flushed with pleasure at the comment, his words confirming how much closer to perfect she was even with her sweater hiding the full extent of her changes from him.

"Only at night," she said, giving him a suggestive wink and snaking a slender arm around his torso.

Eleanor could see the uncharacteristic hunger behind his eyes, and was fully reassured about the changes the Juice had made to her body once more. She flashed him her new, pouty smile and watched with satisfaction as his eyes widened with interest. The feeling of his gaze on her body, combined with the ever-present titillation of the air on her skin was already driving her crazy with desire, and it was only 7:30am. The Juice-induced euphoria of being so close to the love of her life began to overwhelm her again, and she found herself slowly rubbing her body against her mate, skin and pussy tingling with erotic energy.

"Just how important is that 9am meeting, anyway?" she asked with faux innocence as she pressed herself against him suggestively, feeling his bulge stiffening against her torso as her seductive display continued to press his buttons.

"Honey, I'm truly tempted," he half-moaned, and Eleanor again knew that he was telling the truth. "But unfortunately we both know how important this budget meeting is, and we have to be sure to present a good face for the public."

He was right, of course, but that did nothing to relieve Eleanor's horniness, which only continued to grow as her new, super-sensitive skin that she loved so much because her husband thought it was hot continued to drive her arousal higher.

The seriousness of her situation and its potential impact on her husband's career finally hit her once she was out in public and she and her husband had gone their separate ways - he to his budget meeting and she to a trustees meeting of the school board - and she felt her new impulses to act out in public and draw attention to herself beginning to really assert themselves. As much as she loved what she had inadvertently become, she knew that if she wasn't careful she could make things difficult for Benedict, and that's the opposite of what she wanted. Even though her goals for herself were slowly shifting as her new body and its needs continued to assert their control over her affected mind, she still wanted to support her husband or whatever, as long as it wasn't too much trouble. Still though, as the sensation of the air and her scratchy clothing against her skin relentlessly drove her arousal ever higher, Eleanor knew that it would only be a matter of time before she was teetering on the edge of uncontrollable release, in public or not.

She was a big hit during the early stages of the school board meeting. Everyone complimented her new hair, and while Eleanor could tell that the comments from many of the women were insincere, she really didn't care. The men all seemed to genuinely like her new look, even the ones who acted like they didn't to keep up appearances, and that was all that mattered, really. Experiencing none of her usual reticence about public speaking, Eleanor had taken the initiative during an early lull in conversation and had waxed poetic about her own ideas on how to improve the curriculum for the next year, suddenly entirely in her element leading the discussion.

They were all nodding along with her, eating out of the palm of her hand, but then it began to feel a bit too good to be the center of attention like this, completely uninhibited, and Eleanor felt herself beginning to tingle even more strongly with arousal in spite of herself. She knew how risky it was to dwell on this feeling, especially when not wearing any PVC clothing to protect herself from her growing horniness, but the addictive rush of having so many men looking at her was too much to resist, and she found herself pulling the neckline of her sweater down ever so slightly, revealing just a hint of the creamy white curve of her small, perky breasts to the men in the room as she lounged in her chair.

The erotic rush of displaying herself for the sexual gratification of the men watching her was almost more than she could take, but she remembered her husband's career and managed to control her arousal, even as she felt herself getting dangerously close to cumming. She knew that she deserved the attention, that everyone's eyes should be on her as she led the discussion, subtly tempting them with her body, but this instinct battled with her devotion to her husband, and she did her best to hide her strengthening selfishness and exhibitionism, fully aware that the wanton display she yearned to put on for the men in the room would reflect poorly on the mayor.

At the height of her self-satisfied pride for having her cake and eating it too, however, she heard the air conditioning kick on, and a second later felt a cool wave of irresistible finality flow across her body. Her skin immediately lit up with overwhelming pleasure, and then her core muscles were tightening in preparation for her impending, inescapable ecstasy as the sensation pushed her over the edge. The realization that she was about to cum publicly, in front of all of these men while they stared at her, only increased the strength of the orgasm beginning to wash over her, and Eleanor lost all control, squirming in her seat as her body began to spasm in helpless bliss. She wanted it to happen. She deserved this feeling!

Her eyes began to cross with the intensity of the sensation as her soft lips parted and her tongue hung out, unknowingly replicating the ecstatic expression of the woman from the pic the night before. Eleanor's sensual writhing was punctuated by a series of high pitched gasps that tightened the pants and tugged at the primal instincts of the men in the room, while the women hid their jealousy behind stern looks of disapproval.

A few seconds later she was finally able to regain a modicum of control over her body as her orgasm began to subside.

"Are you alright?" the school board president asked the flushed and panting mayor's wife, more than a little flushed himself after her wanton display. She assured him that she was fine, that it was just an old muscle injury that had started flaring up again recently, which fooled no one of course, and began trying to calm herself down.

Now that Eleanor had gotten off in public once, however, it was clear that the floodgates had been opened, and for the rest of the meeting, whenever she felt the briefest of breezes against her skin, that familiar, inevitable chain reaction would start again deep within her body, exacerbated by the eager eyes of the men around her, and she would bite her seductive lips as her eyes rolled back and she rode out orgasm after orgasm, knowing that the men were watching her as her petite body clenched in involuntary pleasure and her pussy squeezed and tightened in vain, wishing the entire time that it was one of the male trustees bending her over the table and publicly triggering her blissful release with the thick, throbbing dicks she could see a few of them discreetly stroking under the table.

Two endless, exhausting, excruciatingly pleasurable hours later it was finally lunchtime, and Eleanor practically fled the room, cursing herself for her indiscretion and for dooming the mayor's career even as she exulted in having been the center of attention for so long and at having given the men such an arousing show. Still, even though the meeting was over and there was nobody in the stairwell to watch her as she made her way down to her car, the power her husband had unwittingly given the air over her sensitive skin could not be undone, and twice she was forced to grip the railing as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her body unbidden and her pussy tightened in orgasm once more.

Eleanor couldn't deny that she loved cumming in public now, but as good as it felt she figured she should probably do something about it for Benedict's sake, especially if it meant she got to go shopping for sexy new clothes. It was her responsibility as a dutiful mayor's wife, or something. So, during her lunch break she made a short trip across town to the only store she knew of that catered to unique and unusual fashion trends, where she couldn't wait to get her hands to buy as fashionable a PVC suit as she could find.

The saleswoman clearly recognized her, and tutted with disapproval as she helped Eleanor make her selections. Eleanor knew her new wardrobe choices would be controversial to say the least, but as much as she loved feeling her sensitive body be overwhelmed by irresistible, debilitating pleasure, she couldn't go around orgasming in public every few minutes. It would sink her husband's career, and so she had no choice but to spend his money on pastel PVC.

Her desire to be the center of attention was as strong as ever, of course, and despite her unease about the controversy it would likely bring, she couldn't wait for the extra attention her new outfit was sure to draw. At least now the natural arousal she got from being the center of attention wouldn't constantly be pushed over the line into helpless ecstasy by the air, of all things. The whole PVC thing didn't seem to make much scientific sense, but Eleanor couldn't deny that her skin had calmed down significantly ever since putting it on.

She had chosen a conservative lavender knee-length PVC skirt and top with a matching jacket, all covered in tiny hearts that looked enough like regular polka dots to be inconspicuous, though the outfit still clung to her more petite curves, making it impossible to hide her new slimmer body from her husband and the public any longer. Plus, she hadn't been able to resist picking a top cut low enough to show off the upper curve of her shapely B-cups. Hey, it's not like it was her fault. The mayor's fantasy Perfect Girlfriend got off on showing her body off to men, and so now Eleanor did too.

After a long, relatively uneventful lunch at a casual sit-down place where her new outfit only drew a few welcome stares, Eleanor realized that getting off in public was more important to her new persona that she had initially suspected - she just needed to be the one in control of when and how. So, on a whim, she couldn't help ducking into a local sex shop on her way back to the mayor's office to surreptitiously buy a remote-controlled vibrator.

Back in her car, she quickly slid the device into her soaking pussy and turned it on, imagining that the store owner was watching her through the window as the intense vibrations sent waves of erotic pleasure coursing through her body. Still, now that she was wearing her PVC she was able to manage the sensations, and she headed back to her husband's office riding the high of public sexual stimulation that the Juice, and the mayor, had programmed her with.

Eleanor arrived just in time to take her place on stage at the mayor's side at a public event promoting local businesses. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw her outlandish clothes and slim figure, but shifted to a look of reproach mixed with obvious, uncomfortable arousal as she slid into her chair beside him, crossed her legs, and suggestively slid her shin up and down the back of his leg as the first speaker stepped up to the podium.

With so many local leaders scheduled to speak, the event quickly began to drag, and Eleanor soon found her mind wandering and her desire to act out and draw public attention to herself growing. She was on a stage, for God's sake! Everyone's eyes should be on her! Reaching into her pocket, she kicked the speed of her vibrator up a notch, and the waves of seductive pleasure soon emboldened her to remove her jacket, revealing her sleeveless PVC top to the crowd. The mayor glanced over at her disapprovingly, but there was nothing he could do, and the eyes of the men in the crowd roaming over her body as more of her pale skin came into view was all the encouragement she needed to continue.

The budding exhibitionist unbuttoned her top button, letting even more of her appealing flesh peek out for her audience, before discreetly placing one delicate hand on her husband's thigh, where it began gently stroking and squeezing. She stuck her other hand in her pocket and turned the vibrator up to full power. Her arousal quickly began to build toward her breaking point, so she uncrossed her legs, leaned back, and embraced the inevitable as the vibrations in her sensitive pussy and the knowledge that this time she had chosen to cum in public quickly sent her over the edge.

The mayor's public sex kink had activated as soon as he saw his wife walking toward him through the crowd wearing a surprisingly stylish, form-fitting light purple PVC suit, and by the time she slid into place beside him and began sliding her leg against his, his dick had already begun to stiffen. Benedict had no idea when his wife could have become so petite, but he couldn't take his mind off her body as the speeches droned on, and when she had unbuttoned her top and uncrossed her legs in clear growing arousal, he tried to give her an admonishing look even as his cock stiffened and began to throb at her display and at the suggestive rubbing of her hand on his leg.

The mayor began involuntarily shifting in his own seat, stimulating his needy dick against the rough material of his boxers as his wife's rhythmic gripping of his thigh increased in speed and intensity, until he heard a final, sharp intake of her breath, and her fingernails dug into his leg hard enough to draw blood. The look of exaggerated ahegao on his sexy wife's face and the sound of her high-pitched gasps of pleasure as she moaned in public orgasm was more than he could take, and he tried to nonchalantly hide his crotch as his own thick dick reached the point of no return and began to involuntarily tighten in response to the hottest thing he had ever seen. He knew he should be mortified at his wife's behavior, but watching her drive herself to a slutty orgasm next to him, in front of five hundred of his constituents, was too much for his kinky mind, and all he could do was sit there as his dick began to powerfully pulse in his his own expensive suit pants, filling his boxers with spurt after spurt of cum. He could only be glad that he had worn tightly-knit black dress pants as the warm, wet evidence of his fantasy becoming reality oozed down his dick and pooled around his satisfied balls.

Eleanor slowly became aware that the speech had stopped, and that everyone on stage and in the crowd was staring at her, and she felt a renewed burst of arousal that she was barely able to stave off.

"Are you sure you're ok dear?" the mayor asked, leaning over, feigning concern about his wife convulsing, almost sexually, in public. Eleanor, however, could tell by his flushed face and heavy breathing that he had clearly enjoyed her show as well, even if she didn't realize quite how much.

"Oh, y-yes De.. Dear," she responded breathlessly as her tenth orgasm of the day tailed off. The mayor motioned to the speaker to continue, and made a show of comforting his wife after her episode as the endless speeches droned on once more.

Eleanor managed to keep a handle on her desires until the end of the event, and tried to walk offstage with a sense of decorum once it was over, though the vibrator still buzzing in her sensitive pussy was keeping her mind firmly occupied with sex.

As the mayor led her back to his office to grab his things before returning home, he quietly remarked on her new outfit, though he diplomatically chose not to mention what had happened during the speeches. "I see that you made a wardrobe change during lunch. You really don't have to do that - I don't want you to act like some slutty little nymphet."

Eleanor waited eagerly for this most recent statement to sink into her brain and change her like the others had, but after nothing happened for a few seconds, she realized that it was because she knew he was lying. She suddenly felt her desire to become his perfect girlfriend flaring even more strongly as the words "slutty little nymphet" continued to echo inside her mind. She would curse herself for drinking that stupid Perfect Girlfriend Juice if it hadn't made her love becoming a bratty, exhibitionist slut so much.

So instead, she turned her flirting up a notch as they finally arrived at his office door.

"Are you sure you don't want me to be a slutty little nymphet for you?" she hissed in his ear as he turned the knob. He recoiled in shock and looked around the empty hallway to see if anyone had heard. Seeing no-one, he quickly opened the door and pulled Eleanor inside.

"What's gotten into you!?" he asked as he sank into his desk chair, confused but clearly aroused again by her behavior even after having cum so recently. It wasn't like his wife to be passive aggressive or manipulative, and the look of wanton lust on her seductive, surprisingly youthful features seemed genuine. The only conclusion was that she was somehow getting off on being a public slut just as much as he was watching her, so when she started slowly walking over to him, he stayed seated and silent to see what she'd do next.

It didn't take long for her intentions to become clear. "Look how big your window is - it would be a shame if someone saw us in here being dirty", she purred as she straddled the mayor in his chair.

Benedict knew he shouldn't. It could risk a scandal, but the way she was coming onto him - a naughty young slut using her petite body to publicly seduce him -  was something straight out of his darkest fantasies, and he found his dick eagerly responding to her words as his eyes devoured the slim curves advertised by her tight PVC. He knew he should be concerned about her sudden weight loss, but his mind was quickly becoming more and more overwhelmed with his need to give this sexy young seductress what she so clearly wanted.

Meanwhile, Eleanor continued her wheedling. "Maybe nobody will see. Or maybe they will. By the way, I haven't been wearing panties today - they're just too stimulating on my sensitive skin and made me too horny to wait for you, so I ended up cumming in front of the entire school board. And there were so many people looking at me up on that stage! I had to use my new toy here just to calm down a bit." She reached down between her legs and pulled out the small remote-controlled vibe, still buzzing in her hand.

That did it. Benedict knew this was likely just some weird role-play on Eleanor's part, but the memory of his wife cumming on a vibrator in front of his most influential constituents was more than he could resist. He pushed his flirty little wife off his lap and stood up, twisting her nubile body around and pushing her face down onto the desk as she squealed with glee. He pulled her skirt up and briefly noted that she was telling the truth about the panties as he pulled his rock-hard dick out of his still-damp pants, and proceeded to rail the needy slut in full view of the entire town.

When Eleanor felt the dampness of his pants and boxers against her ass, she finally realized just how successful her earlier efforts had been, and accepted that the Perfect Girlfriend Juice had indeed been for the best. She could tell that her beloved husband had never been more turned on in his life as he man-handled her tight little body, and, finally getting a cock stuffed into her horny pussy after a day of non-stop public sexual tension, she once more gave herself up to earth-shattering pleasure as the mayor pounded her like a man possessed.

Her antics were the main feature of the news that night, both her bold new pastel look and her incredibly odd behavior, complete with a few different angles of her very public orgasm. The consensus seemed to be that Eleanor was clearly going through some personal stuff, and that everyone was entitled to a weird day every once in a while. While that was kind of them, Eleanor knew that her behavioral changes were probably permanent, and would likely become even more pronounced all too soon. Even now she could feel the compulsion to question the mayor about his fantasy girlfriend growing within her again, and she somehow knew that the final consequences of her impulsive, ill-advised decision to drink Perfect Girlfriend Juice would be decided that night.

As her husband's insatiable hands groped her willing body in bed later an hour later, Eleanor wanted nothing more than to throw herself at him again and let him fuck her into blissful oblivion, but she once more felt that compulsive curiosity rising within her, growing stronger by the second. Even so, while she loved everything about her new self, she knew that it had certainly caused her husband some long-term trouble that day, and she knew that tonight she had to be more careful. It was her last chance.

Eleanor tried to retain a bit of control over her question by asking it before the compulsion became overwhelming. "Surely your ideal girlfriend would be, like, stately and cute, and could help you with your work and stuff, right?" she insisted, hoping he'd agree yet full of drugged eagerness to hear what he had to say either way. Eleanor was entirely at his mercy, trusting in the goodness and moral uprightness of her husband as she gently stroked and caressed his dick, which began to harden between her fingers as he thought about his response.

"Oh, not at all!" the mayor said, his arousal reducing his inhibitions and persuading him to fully immerse himself in his fantasy daydream as his dick continued to harden in her hand. "That's what I'd want from my wife, and you do that wonderfully dear, but for a girlfriend, I'd want her to be a dirty little slut. A selfish, immature attention-whore who's completely obsessed with cock, who feels like she's entitled to whatever she wants just because of how hot she is. Here, I'll show you!" he continued, bursting with excitement at finally having someone to share his perversion with as he casually and irrevocably finished turning his wife of twenty-five years into a shallow, dick-obsessed thot.

Elle shivered in naked arousal at his words as her fate was sealed, knowing that her plan had backfired horribly, but unable to do anything about it as the idea of becoming even more of a bratty little sex-obsessed attention-whore became more and more appealing. And why shouldn't it? Elle thought to herself. She deserved it after all. She knew how much men loved her slutty little body, and she was clearly entitled to whatever she wanted in return for putting out.

As her mind came to terms with her sexy new personality, the mayor finished pulling up the gif that would finalize her physical transformation as well. Elle looked into the glowing screen, and her fate was sealed as a tiny, early 20s nymphet with lavender hair, pale makeup with some light blush to give her cheeks color, and heavy eyeliner enthusiastically twerked for the camera as anonymous donations rolled in from perverted old men across the internet to reward her for her provocative antics.

Elle's eyes devoured the image, and felt the girl's childish appearance, bratty behavior, and unbridled sexual exhibitionism sinking deep into her own mind as the truth about the mayor finally became clear to her. Her husband had never been the upstanding, perfect man she thought he was. Secretly, he was a dirty pervert, fantasizing about being seduced by sex-hungry e-girls with impossibly perfect features, and that thought, along with the tingling she felt all through her body as she continued to gaze at the unrealistically cute face of the young slut getting off on selling her body to old men, was starting to really turn her on.

Far too late, the mayor noticed that his wife was gone, and that she had somehow been replaced by a nymphet straight of his wettest of dreams, enthusiastically bobbing her tiny head, thronged with lush pink curls, up and down on his straining cock.

"Who are you? Where's Eleanor? What on earth is going on?"

"It's me, Elle! I just wanted to become, like, a perfect little girlfriend for you Daddy!" the irresistible vision whined in a high pitched voice that went straight to his cock. She giggled as it stiffened even further, nuzzling his dick as it began to throb with need at seeing his darkest fantasy made flesh. The sprightly young slut licked it from base to tip, staring up at him all the while through large eyes thick with eyeliner, set in a soft, perfectly smooth face, and then her pursed coral lips, clearly designed for sucking cock, seductively spread once more to lower themselves around his eager member.

Unable to resist his need to fuck this seductive little minx as she continued to tease him, Benedict pulled her head off his dick and tossed her down onto the bed, surprised at how light and easy to throw around she was now, which only turned him on all the more. Her long pink hair splayed out enticingly around her painfully cute features as her tiny, 5'0" body lay there helplessly beneath him, and Benedict roughly gripped her small chest as she arched her back against him in her own need. He instinctively prepared to enter her, but the reality of the situation and what it meant for his career and home life finally sank in, causing him to briefly hesitate.

"But what am I going to tell everyone?"

"Like, whatever you want to Daddy! As long as you promise to buy me makeup and clothes and never stop fucking me!" Elle exclaimed, wiggling down on the bed a few inches as she tried to get his thick cockhead through the resistance put up by the incredible tightness of her pussy.

Benedict knew she was right. He could just act like Eleanor had discovered his cheating and left him. Her actions that day even played into that fact, looking remarkably like a middle-aged woman trying to look younger in a doomed attempt to keep her aging husband from straying as he went through a mid-life crisis. He only needed to wait a few days to make the announcement, and figure out how he wanted to spin it.

After all, what was a politician without a scandal or two? It would die down in a few weeks. It always did.

Throwing caution to the wind, the mayor sunk his cock deep into his bratty nymphet, watching with satisfaction as it made a visible bump surprisingly far up her slim abdomen as he bottomed out. Once more he was rewarded with the incredibly erotic sight of her eyes rolling back into her head and her mouth gaping open as the little slut became practically delirious with sexual overstimulation. Her exertions were becoming even more wild and feverish as she completely lost herself in pleasure, driving her tiny body up and down his sensitive dick in increasing frenzy, so Benedict just sat back and let her stimulating little pussy do to him what it was designed to. When his balls emptied into her tight womb what felt like scant seconds later as her petite figure moaned and gasped in what seemed like a neverending chain of debilitating orgasms, Benedict finally accepted that he'd lost a wife, but found a Perfect Girlfriend.

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, Ch. 01

by Fidget

"Wait, what do you mean you changed the recipe?" the CEO asked his genius but socially inept lead mixologist.

"Well, I didn't realize you wanted the drink to actually make a girl into your Perfect Girlfriend, so once I saw your incredibly sexist ad campaign, it inspired me to go back to the drawing board and craft something that would make your dream a reality. Now whenever a girl drinks Perfect Girlfriend Juice, she'll develop a crush on the first guy she talks to afterward, feel compelled to ask him about his Perfect Girlfriend, and will immediately become whatever she hears him say! What do you think?"

"I didn't mean it literally! Jesus, Christine, that should be impossible, how on earth did you manage to... you know what, nevermind. At this point it doesn't even matter. Just get the head of distribution in here so we can start the recall. I just hope no woman actually drank that stuff, or we're gonna be in for it..."

Cut to Leslie and Dan, two undergrads eating lunch at their local college.

"What's that?" Leslie asked Dan, pointing to the brightly colored can sitting on his tray as the mousy brunette plopped down next to him on the bench.

"Something called Perfect Girlfriend Juice," Dan mumbled self-consciously.

"Why would you drink something with a misogynistic name like that??"

"Hey, don't get mad at me! They were giving out free samples, so I grabbed one before I got a chance to look at it. Here, you can have it then," he said, thrusting the can at her to demonstrate that he meant nothing by it.

She *hmph*ed a bit as she reluctantly accepted it, before popping the top and hesitantly sniffing the carbonated liquid inside. It smelled like any other energy drink, so Leslie took a tentative sip, and was surprised to discover that it actually tasted pretty good, like tangy bubblegum.

"How is it?"

An odd shiver ran through her body as she looked back up at the sound of his voice, and she suddenly found herself admiring his face more closely than she had in the past, taking in his dark eyes, cute nose, and strong, attractive features. She'd never really thought about Dan this way before, but she had to admit that he was cute, and that she was feeling more and more drawn to him as she continued sipping on the potent, bubbly liquid, and the shivers, now tinged with arousal, continued to travel up and down her spine.

"It's actually kinda good," she answered, but as she glanced back down at the can in her hand, still cool and wet with condensation against her fingers, she felt a new curiosity building up inside her, and couldn't stop from asking, "So, speaking of perfect girlfriends, what kind of girls do you like?"

"Oh, uh, I guess I like cute, girl-next-door kinda girls," Dan started, embarrassed at the forwardness of the question, especially since he'd always felt a slight attraction to Leslie (along with most other girls, to be fair), and didn't want to accidentally offend her with his answer. "... who are smart and confident and uh, value self-improvement," he concluded, looking down at his tray and wondering if he'd said the right thing.

Leslie, however, had focused her attention on his words, free of judgment, open and intensely curious as the information seeped deep into her brain and her body began to discreetly modify itself accordingly. She snapped out of a brief, trance-like state a second later, feeling a bit uncomfortable and out-of-sorts both physically and mentally, but unaware of her changes as her facial features tightened up into a cute, button nose and a welcoming smile.

She noticed Dan's discomfort and changed the subject. As they chatted, however, Leslie thought her wit felt a bit quicker than usual, and she experienced a warm, giddy sensation at making Dan laugh, feeling an unexpected familiar closeness to her recent acquaintance as her body toned a bit under her clothes to give her pleasant softness some shape and curve.

"Did you do something different with your makeup today?" Dan asked suddenly, aware that something seemed different about his friend's features. She looked especially cute today, and felt so familiar and easy to talk to, almost like they'd been close for years, instead of only having met a few weeks prior. "It looks good."

Leslie felt herself blush with pleasure at the compliment, especially coming from Dan, and she practically glowed with happiness as they went their separate ways a few minutes later.

During her next class, despite how frequently her thoughts of Dan filled her body with warm, exciting tingles, Leslie somehow felt much more attentive than she usually did, and with much higher information retention. She was a Psych major, but she'd always felt that the subject matter was just a bit over her head. Apparently that was no longer the case, and Leslie found herself devouring the finer points of the lecture with an ease she'd never felt before.

Not only that, she felt driven by an unfamiliar need to get better at Psych, to see herself making visible improvement in her mastery of the material. In fact, it seemed like she now felt that way about pretty much every aspect of her life. She needed to make herself better, and moreover, she had full confidence that she could do so. And besides, Dan had said that his Perfect Girlfriend valued self-improvement, and she suddenly found herself caring an inordinate amount about what her erstwhile casual acquaintance saw as attractive.

That night, as she looked at her body in front of the mirror, she noticed that the slight physical discomfort she had felt earlier seemed somehow reflected in the face and physique of her reflection. She had noticed that her clothes were fitting her a bit more loosely than usual that afternoon, and now she looked, for lack of a better word, cuter, a bit more petite overall, with boobs that were smaller but somehow perkier, and it seemed like her facial features had softened and even her hair somehow looked more vibrant, giving her an overall vibe of open sweetness that matched how she had felt all day. Especially about Dan.

Over the next few days, as her crush got the better of her, Leslie found herself seeking Dan out more and more often. It was clear they both felt comfortable around each other, as if they'd known each other for years, and their friendship quickly deepened. Dan thought he sensed a bit of chemistry between them, and caught Leslie staring at him a few times when she thought he wasn't looking, but it was good to have a friend that he felt so close to, and he decided not to make a move.

Every once in a while Leslie would get that irresistible urge to ask Dan about his preferences in women, but each time he answered with the same noncommittal "smart and confident" line that she'd gotten the first time. Even so, Leslie listened just as closely whenever he repeated it, and, unrelatedly, she also noticed that her Psych grades were continuing to improve, and that she was feeling much less anxious around other people than she usually did.

One day, as they walked down the hall together, Leslie noticed that Dan's head had turned, and that his gaze was intently following the ass of one of the cheerleaders as she bounced her way the other direction.

"Hey Dan!"

"Uh huh," he mumbled in response, clearly still distracted by the sight of young, firm ass.

"Whacha lookin' at?" she asked innocently, leaning against his arm. This immediately got his attention, and he snapped his head back around in panic.

"Nothing!"

"You were looking at Emily, weren't you?"

"Uh... no, of course not!"

"It's ok, I just want to know what you find attractive about her. No tricks, I promise - I'm just curious," Leslie wheedled, overpowered by that same odd compulsion to seek out information about what Dan was attracted to.

"You seem to be asking about this kinda thing a lot recently. Well, I like that she's strong and athletic, and I like that she's probably the smartest person in school, professors included..."

Leslie pace slowed and her face slacked, trancelike, as her mind absorbed this new information and her body discreetly put his words into practice. Once again Leslie only felt a sensation of slight physical discomfort, completely unaware as her thighs and calves strengthened and her arms and core toned, but she did notice that her body was suddenly filled with energy, like she could drop everything and run a mile right then and there.

Dan seemed to get more comfortable with his explanation as he went on, especially now that they'd become so close, and Leslie immediately picked up on this with her improved mental acuity, which somehow seemed to have gotten even better in the past few seconds. She felt an urge to take advantage of his honesty, hoping to finally get a straight answer as her powerful muscles put a new spring in her step and she bounced down the hall beside him.

She uncontrollably blurted out, "You weren't staring at her because she's the smartest girl in school, silly! What were you looking at, specifically?"

"Fine, you caught me. I'm a guy. I like the way her tits fill out that top, I like the way her waist flares out to those hips and the way that tight toned butt fills out those stretchy pants. I like the way that she takes pride in her appearance and wants to be as sexy as possible. If she had jet-black hair instead of blond, she'd be pretty close to my ideal woman."

Whereas in the past Leslie would have scoffed at an answer like that, now she completely understood where he was coming from as she felt her own desire to become as sexy as possible growing within her. Why on earth had she worn such dumpy clothes today? Her baggy t-shirt and loose jeans were hiding her body, especially with how petite she had looked the past few days, when they should be showing it off!

She thought about her own tits in comparison to Emily's, concealed by her top, perky and small, perfectly fitting the cute, girl-next-door vibe she had been giving off recently, complete with darker brown hair that now felt woefully inadequate. She knew that lots of guys found that look sexy, and was certain that Dan was attracted to her body, but now she realized that what Dan actually liked was toned, athletic, cheerleader types with big tits and firm asses. He liked a girl who seemed cute and innocent, but whose wholesome demeanor did a poor job of hiding her curvy, invitingly fuckable body, which was further emphasized by the revealing clothing that clung to her shapely form and welcomed the male gaze. Rather than be offended at how stereotypical his preferences were, however, Leslie instead integrated that tidbit of important information deep into her psyche like all of the other info she had pieced together, and as before, her body began to subtly conform to her new, sexier mental outlook.

She didn't pay it any attention at the time, as enraptured by Dan's presence as she was, but as Leslie continued to strut down the hall her breasts and hips began to feel odd, almost swollen, and as her conversation with Dan turned from sexy girls to more mundane topics, her loose t-shirt and jeans began to feel tighter, and in certain places, much tighter. Meanwhile, struck by an uncharacteristically sexy impulse, Leslie began to arch her back and stick out her chest a bit as it grew, but the combination of her new posture, stronger back muscles, and the weight of her bookbag all worked together to mask her changes as she continued to unwittingly ripen into Dan's Perfect Girlfriend.

When they split up to go to their separate classes a few seconds later, Leslie caught Dan's eyes looking at her hair in confusion, before briefly flicking down to her body as he waved goodbye, and she felt a surge of arousal and pride at the success of her new, sexier posture. She put some sway into her stride as she walked away, hoping that his eyes were on her butt even as she cursed herself for her loose jeans, and committed to putting in the work to fulfill her goal of becoming as sexy as possible.

That night, free of Dan's inexplicably intoxicating physical presence, Leslie finally had the wherewithal to reflect on the odd physical sensations she'd felt throughout the day, which upon reflection closely reminded her of the discomfort she had experienced before discovering that she had somehow become more petite a few days ago. And, though she had been full of energy all day and her body felt lighter than ever, this time her unfamiliar physical sensation was a satisfying, heavy fullness, which, when combined with the tightness of her clothing on her bust and hips led to one obvious conclusion.

Moving over to the mirror and shucking off her horrible clothes confirmed her suspicions, but with one additional surprise: her increased energy and strength was predictably accompanied by a much more athletic figure than she had ever had before, with larger musculature and visible muscle tone, and this time her boobs had grown instead of shrunk, very noticeably so, and now uncomfortably filled out her B-cup bra to overflowing, but, for some reason, her hair was also much darker, practically black, and perfectly framed her face with its glossy tresses.

Too excited about her new body to be overly disturbed by her new hair, Leslie unfastened her bra, sighing in relief as her bra strap finally stopped digging into her back, and reveled in her new tits' sexy shapeliness as they jutted proudly off her chest, hanging high and heavy with large areolas and perky, upturned nipples. She had no idea how it had happened, but she was ecstatic to have already made so much progress toward her self-improvement goal of becoming as sexy as possible, to be measured by Dan's standards of course.

If anything, they're even larger and rounder than Emily's boobs... wait. Leslie suddenly felt an incredible clarity wash over her as the most intelligent brain at her school started making connections far more easily than she was used to, even after her first intelligence increase a few days prior. Each time, she had started feeling different immediately after Dan had mentioned what he found attractive in women. Her physical discomfort afterward and the physical changes she had noticed later had seemed unrelated at the time, but in hindsight, it was clear that her changes lined up perfectly with his words.

Suddenly it all made sense. The Perfect Girlfriend Juice, her frequent, odd compulsions to ask Dan what his Perfect Girlfriend was like, and her sudden, almost debilitating crush on him, which had her pussy moistening even now in pleasure and anticipation at the thought of being in his presence again.

This led her to a much more damning realization as she continued to flex her athletic body in the mirror with pride, happily groping her sexy new tits as she appreciated their size and fullness. If Dan's words could alter her body, what was keeping them from altering her mind as well? She thought back to his comments over the past few days, and noted that her sudden success in her Psych class had started immediately after Dan telling her that his Perfect Girlfriend was smart at lunch that day. Similarly, her recent desire for self-improvement must be the result of Dan and the Juice, along with her incredibly uncharacteristic need to become as sexy as possible.

Still, knowing that the Perfect Girlfriend Juice had put these ideas in her head didn't make them any less appealing, and she also knew that she was just as likely to ask Dan about his Perfect Girlfriend the next time she saw him. Furthermore, she would be just as helpless to resist any further comments or suggestions that he made; whatever he told her would become her new reality, and she would love it, whether she liked it or not. Even now, her Juice-induced crush was making her want to hear what he had to say, so that she would be forced to change even further into her crush's Perfect Girlfriend. 

Still, though, this could have gone much worse. Intelligence and a desire for self-improvement are hardly *bad traits*, Leslie thought to herself, grateful for Dan's restraint as her brilliant yet altered mind continued to explore the possibilities of her current predicament. Inherent in the concept of self-improvement was the idea that she should approve of the changes being made to herself as well, and there didn't seem to be a rule against trying to influence how Dan expressed his thoughts about the kinds of girls he was attracted to. If he just so happened to word his desired characteristics the way she wanted him to, she would still be making progress toward her involuntary goal of becoming Dan's Perfect Girlfriend. Just, her way, and on her terms.

And in the meantime, being sexy isn't so bad either, Leslie thought as she gave her tight, toned body one more look in the mirror before deciding to sleep naked that night. As she slid under the covers, she shivered at the thought of how sexy she would become, and at how badly she would make Dan want her body.

Over the next few days Leslie continued to spend as much time with Dan as possible, due to the addictive nature of the blissful happiness she felt whenever she was with him, even though it meant that her irresistible urges to prompt him to change who she was as a person came more frequently. Now, however, when her compulsion overcame her and she was once again forced to ask what Dan found attractive in women, she began to ask him leading questions instead of the open-ended ones that had unintentionally led to her current desire to show off her curvy body. Not that she was complaining about the way her tight tank top and tiny athletic shorts displayed her full breasts and tight ass - she loved being sexy, and couldn't wait to become even sexier with Dan's help.

"Do you like girls with thin waists? How about girls with perfect makeup?"

When Dan signaled his agreement this time, Leslie recognized the slight physical discomfort in her midsection as the signal that her waist was tightening, and when she looked down at her midsection, she was happy to see that her stretchy tank-top was still tightly clinging to her torso as it narrowed into an even more pronounced hourglass. Simultaneously, however, she was also nearly overcome with an intense desire to rush to the girls' room and do what she could to rectify the train wreck that was her current makeup. Still, she reassured herself with the knowledge that her new physical and mental changes, though just as irresistible and just as central to her personality as the previous ones, were changes that she'd chosen for herself, and were improvements toward her goal of becoming as sexy as possible.

Leslie also began to color her questions with approval or disapproval to help elicit the answer she wanted, though it was difficult for her to express any other emotion than eager curiosity at discovering Dan's preferences.

"You don't like submissive girls, do you?" she asked with the slightest hint of accusation, hoping that he'd be more likely to give a favorable answer, and sure enough, when she heard his "of course not", she felt her proclivity toward asserting herself strengthening and congratulated herself for her cleverness. She was the smartest girl in school, after all.

Sometimes she even gave Dan a somewhat open-ended choice when she didn't really have a preference, and honestly wanted to know what he thought.

"Do you prefer blue eyes or green eyes?"

"Hmm, green eyes probably," Dan asked, before glancing up at her face to see Leslie's beautiful emerald irises staring back at him. "Wait, are you wearing colored contacts? I could have sworn you had blue eyes."

"Oh, yeah, I just started wearing them a couple of days ago - do you like them?"

"Absolutely! That's so funny, I was just telling you about how prefer green."

"Weird. I guess I'm just good at predicting what you like!" she responded innocently, fluttering her new eyes at him in satisfaction.

"Yeah, weird," he thought, dropping his eyes to steal another glance at the ripe breasts filling out his friend's tight tank top to perfection.

Leslie also knew how careful she had to be, because whenever he gave her an answer she didn't expect, she was helpless to resist that characteristic becoming a permanent part of her body or personality. One such failure was "You don't like impulsive girls, do you?" to which Dan unexpectedly responded, "I dunno, it can be kinda hot to see a girl acting on her feelings once in a while, unable to help herself," and, sure enough, Leslie's powerful sexual attraction toward Dan suddenly felt much less under her control. She was now constantly on the verge of throwing herself at him, and she knew that she was now much more likely to act on her impulses in general, without consideration for the consequences. Which, given her current condition, was incredibly dangerous. Even so, she found herself embracing her new impulsiveness with an unexpected fondness - since this was what Dan's Perfect Girlfriend was like, this was how Leslie loved being!

As she began to slightly lose control of herself in his presence and her affections toward him became more shameless, Leslie noticed that Dan was agreeing with her more often when she was teasing him with her body. This led her to realize just how much more impressionable he was when he was feeling horny, which made it that much harder to resist indulging in her overpowering need to act on her sexual impulses in his presence.

In an attempt to kill two birds with one stone, Leslie began to overtly flirt with Dan when asking him questions, fluttering the long, perfect lashes he had unknowingly given her earlier that day, or stretching to draw his attention to her perfect tits, or gently touching his knee or arm as she looked deeply into his eyes, becoming sexier and sexier as Dan mindlessly gave her whatever answer she wanted. This light flirting gave Leslie a not-insignificant amount of tingly pleasure as well, because her crush on him was stronger than ever, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before her physical attraction to Dan would force her to make a move.

And so she continued to progress toward her goal, taking all of the best features of the women around her for herself with each innocuous question and each mumbled, unwitting response from the oblivious Dan. Even so, Leslie knew that she could become even sexier, even more irresistible, and her yearning for self-improvement and her pride in how she looked drove her to continue.

As oblivious as Dan was, he did eventually notice that his increasingly clingy friend was also becoming increasingly sexually attractive, and he made efforts to hide his own constant arousal when he was in her presence. Rather that assuming that her startling transformation was due to a random soft drink sample that Leslie had consumed more than a week ago, however, Dan chalked her changes up to dying her hair, putting more effort into her appearance, and wearing clothes that emphasized her body, which, now that she was showing it off, seemed custom designed to make his dick hard. His ridiculously hot friend was sending him some pretty obvious signals too, and he really liked the way her figure and flirtations made him feel when he was around her. So, Dan decided that if Leslie ever made a move, he'd go as far with that curvy, fuckable body as she'd let him.

That night after dinner, the dream seemed destined to become a reality for Dan as the increasingly irresistible Leslie decided to accompany him back to his single dorm room. Once inside, Leslie finally allowed herself to wrap her arms around him, enjoying how good her large tits felt squished up against her crush's hard chest, her cleavage pressing up and out of her tight blouse into his face.

Having made it this far, however, a simple embrace soon proved inadequate for the raven-haired seductress as Leslie was again overwhelmed by her urges and lost control entirely. She gave up all pretext and jumped him, pushing him down onto the couch and riding him, pinching his nipples, nipping at his neck, and demanding that he re-examine her fantastic features, attempting to maximize his desire for them and therefore their beauty.

Dan, overwhelmed by the sexy goddess in his lap having her way with him, could only lay back and enjoy the attention as her hands roamed over his body and her soft lips explored his face and neck, agreeing with whatever she asked.

"I know you like my big titties Dan. You want them to be even bigger and sexier though, don't you, you horny boy!?" Leslie demanded as she pulled her top down and offered her full C-cups to his eager mouth.

Eyes wide, Dan mumbled "God, yes," and got to work groping and sucking, though he was soon met with the confusing impression that her fantastic tits were getting even bigger and heavier against his hands and face while Leslie moaned in helpless pleasure as his words caused her breasts to expand even further.

Feeling his bulge throbbing against the warm, moist crotch of her shorts as she straddled him, Leslie gave in to her urge to please him and dropped between his knees, asking him another impulsive question as she unzipped him and started stroking his erection.

"You want your Perfect Girlfriend to know exactly what to do to get you all hard and horny, don't you?" she wheedled.

"Oh yeah!" was all she needed to hear, and then she felt her hand position on his cock instinctually shift as she suddenly knew exactly where and how to squeeze and stroke to maximize his pleasure.

Caught up in the moment, needing to become even sexier, Leslie continued without thinking, "You want your Perfect Girlfriend to be so sexy, so irresistible, that you can't even look at her without cumming, don't you?" she cajoled, before going to work with her lips and tongue, using her newfound mastery over Dan's sensitive cock to quickly bring him to peak arousal and therefore peak malleability.

Dan knew something weird was going on - Leslie seemed so different, and what she was saying didn't seem completely right, but she was so sexy, so soft and curvy and desirable, and her mouth on his cock felt so good that he would say literally anything to keep it there.

"Uhhh, sure," he agreed carelessly, and as his head rolled back in pleasure, Leslie felt herself changing once again as her face and body became even more perfect, this time somehow supernaturally tuned to make Dan cum just from looking at her.

Dan eventually tilted his head back down and his eyes met the bright green eyes of the irresistible sex goddess between his legs sucking his cock, but he was surprised when his dick suddenly began to tense up in her mouth with an all-too-familiar sensation. He'd never had a problem with premature ejaculation before, but suddenly Leslie's appearance was more than he could handle, and the pressure he felt building in his balls abruptly began to pulse with an irresistible orgasmic finality.

Leslie saw his startled eyes meet hers, and felt his muscles tense and his cock stiffen as her body had its inevitable, supernatural effect on his, and she moaned in satisfaction at having met her goal so soon!

This is it! Leslie thought blissfully, leaning her own head back as Dan's cock began to jerk, releasing the unrestrainable sexual tension the mere sight of her had filled him with in burst after powerful burst all over her perfect face and hair. What could be sexier than a guy cumming just from looking at you!? She continued to fondly stroke her lover's dick with uncanny skill, encouraging him to finish fully as he pulsed in her hand, now coating her tits with his cum as his orgasm trailed off, his eyes involuntarily closed in ecstasy.

A second later he looked down at her with an expression of relaxed satisfaction, but as soon as he saw her beautiful features and large, round breasts covered in his cum, Dan felt a switch deep within him involuntarily flipping once again, and then his cock was stiffening and throbbing in Leslie's surprised hands once more as she realized what her careless words had done to him, but there was nothing she could do to prevent her cum-coated curves from triggering his orgasm once more. She saw the panic in his eyes as his unintentional arousal quickly built to a climax, and then his dick was helplessly spurting in her hand again, though this time his load was significantly lighter. Once his enraptured dick finally released him from its powerful reflexive contractions a second time, Dan sat back, eyes closed once again, but this time in spent exhaustion.

In the moment Leslie had thought the idea of Dan cumming every time he looked at her was super hot, but she now decided that maybe it wasn't the sexiest thing in the world for her boyfriend to mechanically jizz himself every few seconds whenever they hung out.

"Maybe your Perfect Girlfriend's body makes you want to come, instead of compelling you to," Leslie suggested sheepishly.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Dan responded, finally having put two and two together in his post-nut clarity, but losing the battle with himself to not open his eyes again as the thought of his girlfriend's irresistibly sexy body compelled him to look at her once more. As he did so, however, he was glad to discover that he no longer felt an orgasm building uncontrollably, instead just eagerly looking forward to the next time her body would drive his to climax, and he was free to enjoy the sight and sensation of his Perfect Girlfriend as she hopped back up into his lap.

"Hey Dan?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Maybe your Perfect Girlfriend also has an irresistibly enticing pussy, if you wouldn't mind returning the favor?"

"You know, I think she does, for now at least" he said, and then immediately lost himself between her toned, powerful legs as she writhed beneath him in pleasure.

Afterward, confident that she had become as sexy as she could for one day, her angelic face and busty tits still covered in his cum, Leslie lovingly kissed her new boyfriend and fell asleep in his arms.