Ricki groaned and rubbed the small of his back, the muscles aching from the strain of carrying around 15 lbs of jiggling, bouncing, fleshy weight for the last six hours with only a skin tight bikini top for support. He cursed, feeling the sting from where the skimpy top was cutting into the soft, feminine flesh of his back and chest.
“What did you expect?” I replied to my wife, who was furious. “You put me into the body of a horny blonde bombshell, of course I’m going to go end up fucking a guy.” She had done this to teach me a lesson after she had caught me checking out our very busty waitress while we were having dinner.
Peter stared down and tried to focus on not swinging his huge, awkward hips so much with each step, sighing as he realized if he didn’t his big, barely covered by the tiny pink bikini bottoms 20 year old bubble butt jiggled and shook even more as all the sexy feminine motion he fought to stop from his hips moved instead to his ass. He heard a wolf whistle and both Tina and Jessica giggled, and so did Peter, his voice even higher and more girly than those to airheaded sorority bimbos.
I had downloaded the pocket monster app, and for a week I’d been hunting pocket monsters. I was great at the game, the best according to the leaderboards. As I was walking down the street, the app showed me a rare monster was in the vicinity. It’s name Tgmon, “funny, I don’t remember hearing about it” I thought. I walked to its position, and as I was ready to capture it, my cellphone screen went black.
Wendy watched as Rianne finished masturbating as she watched her own film debut and tried to process her new situation… Wendy couldn’t wait to watch that little slutty tramp try and deal with the changes Wendy had come up with. This was going to be great!
Wendy sat in her bedroom, relaxing after a long day of overseeing her subjects. She had just turned on her TV, which allowed her to spy on anyone she liked, and of course, she started with her favorite victim, Rianne, her half sister bimbo slut who had once been her step sisters asshole, bully of a boyfriend, but now was just a horny, airheaded blonde with tits bigger than her head, and Rianne was learning to regret treating women like pieces of meat, his sexist, chauvinistic ways and how he treated and thought of women were now his own nightmare prison. Rianne’s body was not only a super sexed up ridiculous wet dream fantasy but she also had to dress and act exactly as Ryan used to think a woman that looked like she did would. Wendy had added lot’s of fun extra wishes and orders and punishments, but she loved that basically, from her tiny, stripper outfits to her gigantic, basketball sized tits, from her super charged sex drive to her ditzy voice and the way Rianne’s thoughts were all transformed to fit his bimbo body, the former man’s views of women were what he now was. It was so perfect!
Rianne’s Diary, Age 16, May 15th
“Relax dude, I’ll find it.” Fred said to Rob, who was understandably upset. Using the wishing coin, Fred played a practical joke that made Rob look, sound and act like Bibi Somers, a bimbo stripper who was notorious for her sexuality and stupidity. Rob was a good sport for a while, dealing with his squeaky voice and valley girl dialect, in addition to the skimpy lingerie he now wore, he handled it all in good fun. But when Rob wanted to be changed back, Fred found that he couldn’t find the coin.
The phone was ringing. “Damn, my roommate must have forgotten it again” I said outloud. I looked at the screen, It was Amy, his ex. Ever since they broke up, she has been calling him all the time to yell at him. I didn’t answer, but she kept dialing every 10 minutes. I was annoyed as hell, so I picked up the phone, and aswered “Look Amy…” I wasn’t even able to say more than a couple of words, when she started speaking in a weird language. The first words I didn’t understand, but then she told me some instructions, and I felt compelled to do what she ordered me to do.
I got a message from Amy, my ex, “where are you? came home looking for you” she said. Home? what was she talking about, my home ain’t her home. “Just leave, I am not getting back with you” I wrote back. A couple of seconds later she sent another text, “You come here right now, or your roommate will pay for you”. I didn’t know what she was talking about, “just leave, or I am calling the cops” I told her.