Becoming... Her

This is a commission that I wrote last year. Here it is, publicly posted!

Commissioned by SnowServal1

Written by HarmonyMotion

Chapter 1 - Empathy Assignment

“Girls, your constant strife and refusal to get along has led to this,” Principal Benchworth sighed, having to come into school on a Sunday to discipline the two confrontational high school girls. “Unfortunately, your behavior has gotten so bad that we have to bring in... guidance counselor Greenbaum.”

The balding, wiry, wispy man coughed from behind his desk in his therapist’s office.

“You can’t put us through therapy!” Anaisa shrieked.

“On the contrary, young lady, I can. Otherwise, it’s expulsion for the two of you. And you, Priyankara. I expected much better from one of our brightest.”

“It’s not my fault!” the Indian girl protested. “She goes out of her way to bully me!”

“As if you don’t have your little group of toadies follow me around and harass me! Or who do you think put all that ketchup in my purse!” Anaisa shrieked.

“You... you... stupid bitch!”

“And you’re an ugly loser!”

Principal Benchworth sighed loudly once more and made his way toward the exit door. He looked back at the eighteen year old girls one more time, who were both fuming in silence and looking in opposite directions.

“I’m warning you, young ladies. Counselor Greenbaum gets results, one way or another. You would do best to listen to his advice and try to do what he says,” Principal Benchworth warned ominously and left.

“Ahem,” Counselor Greenbaum cleared his throat.

Anaisa stared him down, daring him to make any sort of meaningful suggestions. Priyankara spent her time staring at all of the strange decorations around his office in genuine curiosity. The art and sculptures were unlike any sort of artifacts she’d ever seen in her self-directed studies, not to mention all of the mythology that all of her favorite anime shows borrowed from. Everything in his office displayed paired women, seemingly bonded together, either figuratively or literally, with some strange, grotesque looking shapes linking them together.

“I am sorry that you two seem to be at such odds,” he started.

“I’m not at odds with her! She’s at odds with me,” Anaisa restated. “What are you gonna do, shrink man? What if I don’t want to talk?”

Priyankara scoffed at the popular girl’s total lack of any original thought or way to express herself. Anaisa, not talking? What a joke!

“That is fine with me. I am not that kind of guidance counselor,” he reached into his deep desk drawer and pulled out a few things: ornate notebooks, tape recorders, microphones, digital recorders and playback devices.

“What’s that?” Priyankara eyed the notebook.

“We will not have group therapy here. I use a... different method. You can both keep a journal of your choosing.”

“I’m not writing any essays!” Anaisa spat.

“Are you even literate?” Priyankara’s envenomed tongue finally struck.

“Are you even literate?” Anaisa parroted mockingly.

“God, you’re so vapid!”

“God, you’re so vapid!”

“QUIET!” The seemingly reserved man hollered.

Both girls immediately withered. Something about him... just commanded their obedience. Something commanding.

“To get along with each other, you must understand each others’ point of views. Go ahead and take any of these items that you would like to use for your journal keeping. No, Anaisa, you do not have to write. You can take a voice recorder if you like. Whenever you get upset at each other, try to think what the other person is thinking, and consider why they did what they did, and be a little introspective. The journals are here to help you with that. Take notes every day, and then really reflect on it on Sunday nights before you go back to school. That way, you will be more cool headed with your thoughts. You can use the journals to vent as well, but hopefully this will help you understand each other better. Okay?”

“Okay,” both girls nodded in unison. Their eyes were tinged with a faint, green glow that outlined and recolored their irises. Then faded away.

“Go ahead and pick your items.”

That same glow surrounded all of the items on Counselor Greenbaum’s desk. The girls paid it no mind as they each went for their preferred object—Priyankara with her ornate notebook, ink well, and feathered pen and nib, and Anaisa with the high tech audio recorder with built in data stick.

The girls looked at each other as the glow from their items stretched out to each others’, intermingled in the space between them, then passed through to inhabit their counterparts’ chosen journal.

“Later, nerd.”

“Whatever, slut.”

Counselor Greenbaum watched them leave the room, then disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Chapter 2 - The Girls’ First Sunday

Dear Diary, Priyankara wrote with obvious relish at the tactile experience of writing with such a responsive implement. The ink seeped deep into the page, leaving beautiful lines of her penmanship. She adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses and continued without any further pause for reflection, self or otherwise.

Anaisa is such a whore! I saw her making out with a boy who wasn’t her boyfriend out in front of the whole school! She was cutting class too! How could someone choose to skip math class!?

Duh. Because she has no brains. She spends all of her time flirting, doing her makeup, playing with her hair, and I don’t know, other whore things! I bet her daddy bought her those huge implants too. How else could her boobs be so big? And she just has to show them off all the time, of course. As if plastic funbags would be fun to play with. I bet they’re hard as rocks. They barely move on her chest!

And she’s always showing off as much of her body as possible. How many hours a day does she spend shaving her legs and arms!? Who’s scared of a little bit of body hair anyway? Only insecure idiots who don’t have any sense of self-esteem and are seeking superficial approval from other stupid people. It’s like an echo chamber of vain dummies.

I bet she’s not even taking our empathy assignment seriously. She never takes anything seriously, besides her vanity. I bet she fucks like, once a week. No, I bet it’s once a day! Wait! Once a day, with three different guys!

That stupid sexy popular Ana! She accused me of being jealous of her again. Said that I have no friends. I have friends! She makes me so angry!

Then her stupid posse somehow opened my backpack and dumped all of my precious books on the ground and then laughed at me. What a bunch of stupid bitchy bullies! How could I ever relate to those brainless bimbos!? Sorry, Counselor Greenbaum. This might be the first assignment in my life that I ever fail!

Ugh! I hope I don’t have to see her for a whole week at school!

Priyankara left the ink to dry on her desk, next to her own piles of books and papers neatly stacked. She’d written a whole page. She stormed off to bed, angrier than when she’d sat down to write.

Anaisa fiddled with her audio recorder while spinning around in her messy room, looking at the posters of a few celebrity crushes she’d posted around her room. She pressed the record button.

“Dear diary, or like, whatever,” she started.

“ANAISA? DID YOU WANT SOMETHING, MIJA? I’LL GET IT FOR YOU!” Her mother cried out from across the house.

“NO, MOM!” Ana shouted back impatiently. She turned the recorder back on.

“So like, I guess I have to do this thing. That prude Priyankara. I tried to help her out once in middle school by trying to give her beauty tips, and she tells me that I have air for brains. What the fuck!? I was just trying to do the bitch a favor!

“That’s, like, what I get for being nice, I guess! So no more Miss Nice Girl! I don’t know what the fuck Counselor Greenbaum is thinking. He didn’t even want to hear what I had to say. Yeah, that’s right, Counselor Greenbaum! I bet you’re going to go through these private diaries, aren’t you? Yeah, I’m talking to you! I’m not scared of you!

“So that super ultra mega nerd, Priyankara. What a name oh my god. I get a C+ on my math class and I’m like super happy cuz I studied for this for once, and she comes and flaunts her stupid 105% score in my face. Bitch, it’s none of your business! Get your goddamn hairy arms out of my face! I bet your armpits are stuffed full of hair and smell like BO!

“And then the fucking teacher laughs at me and gives me attitude too. Saying how I don’t apply myself. Fuck! Fuck his class, I’m just gonna play hooky as much as possible. I don’t need that kind of abuse! This shit is hard!

“So my friends go and get her back for her bullshit after they see what teacher’s pet and teacher did to me. And she talks about how fucking pretty I am, like that’s an insult? El oh fucking el! She’s just jealous ay eff!

“But I would be too if I were her. And the sad part is, she’s not even that ugly. I mean, she is ugly, but she wouldn’t have to be. Could she pick an uglier pair of glasses? She looks like she’s wearing fucking magnifying glasses over each eye. And God, look at all that hair all over her body. And her clothes, like oh my god, are you trying to look like a beanbag? I bet she’s trying to hide her stupid fat, but that doesn’t mean you have to dress that bad. But for sure I’d give her shit for it and make her life hell. But only because she does it to me.

“What the fuck was the point of these diaries anyway!? I’m just angrier now! I bet deep down she just watches those stupid anime porns considering how much she loves her stupid Japanese cartoons and she’s just repressed as shit and that’s why she takes it out on me, cuz I know how to handle my business! Fuck, no more of this diary!”

Anaisa turned off her gadget and slammed it on her desk.

Deep in the night when both girls were dead asleep, both of their items floated into the air as the collective sum of their statements swirled into a floating ball of energy. Then, those green beams phased through the ceilings of their respective houses to cross paths high in the night sky under the cloudless sky. Rocketing toward their targets like advanced guided missiles, the magic flew right into each slumbering girl, enveloping their still bodies and infusing them with their magicks. The green trail of smoke of each bolt faded away into nothingness.

Priyankara’s chubby body was on the sculptor’s table first. The green smoke attacked her extra flesh first, melting away her soggy love handles, leaving only smooth, slender flesh. Her waist shrunk inward, growing narrower by the minute as her abdomen became long, lean, and toned with smooth, feminine muscles. The slight hair on her belly faded away, leaving a midsection that looked wickedly fit and delectable, her wonderfully shaped curves crowned with a cute innie belly button in the middle of all of that seductive flesh.

Her hips widened to match the matchless Anaisa’s, creaking loudly as her bones expanded to give her that vaunted, exemplary hourglass shape. Along with growing wider apart to align with those hips, Priyankara’s thighs tightened and leaned with bulging muscle as well instead of her original, cellulite-dotted skin. The denser, firmer flesh left her with a beautiful box gap, further emphasized by the complete and utter lack of pubic hair. Her beautiful slit and moist, chocolatey lips begged and ached for stimulation with a burning desire that she’d only experienced while watching the wildest of hentai.

Priyankara’s ass, previously toned through hours of lying in bed or sitting in her chair, lifted into dense, tight spheres of beautiful gluteal muscle. A thong and a pair of the tightest jeans or stretchiest shorts would be the only way to do that apple bottom justice.

Her legs slid along the bedsheets and under the blankets, swishing softly as her long—and growing longer—limbs stretched down the entire length of her bed. Even her knees, now straight and no longer knobby, were cute and delicate. Her lanky calves were similarly elegant and endless, completing the perfect package of her lower body. Priyankara’s caramel skin was completely unmarred by hair, wrinkles, or veins. Just pure, creamy, satiny soft and silky perfection.

Her toes curled and her delicate feet pointed outward as the magic went to work on her chest. Those previously modest bosoms on her chest began to grow firmer even as they ripened, her body going through a second and sudden puberty. The magic tapped into her latent potential, inflating the twin buds on her chest with ever growing flesh, not just enlarging but bursting up and out such that even when flattened against her prone body, they still looked full and alluring as if she were wearing a push up bra. Should she actually stand up, those wickedly seductive breasts would never need any support, firm and perky on her visible ribcage, juxtaposed with her pencil thin waist.

Larger and larger they inflated as her areola and nipple grew in perfect proportion. Those sensitive, dark chocolate peaks rubbed against her previously formless pajamas, now forced to wrap around her lascivious and unendingly sexually craving body. Every rub against those lovely, sensitive nubs triggered a sympathetic twinge in her hungry womb, causing her inner core to clench impressively as her thighs twitched, grinding her moist pussy lips together.

Her dreams were filled with sex. Lust was her entire being. She wanted a boyfriend. No, she wanted to fuck. She wanted to fuck every day, five guys a day. The dream visage of herself had a perfect, beautiful complexion. Priyankara took off those awful glasses in her dreams in front of a boy, as if it were some ugly disguise that she had been hiding behind the whole time. Her long, delicate lashes fluttered at him as she burned to feel his hungry, pulsing cock inside of her. Her plump lips pursed into an open invitation for her target to use as a fuck hole, which she suggested by thrusting her tongue against her cheek rhythmically, bobbing back and forth, back and forth.

She fluffed her mousy, unkempt hair out to reveal her long, elegant neck and well-defined collarbones. Her decolletage would be irresistible to him. She wanted to shove that horse cock in between her bulging bosoms and swallow him whole as she pushed those man-melting mammaries in with her toned arms. He wouldn’t be able to last five seconds against her engulfing femininity, and she would take so much pride in him spewing all of his man juice around her neckline, giving her a glistening pearl necklace.

Her hair performed a quick change as it fell back down toward her new and improved bimbo’s body. Those tangled, chin length curls suddenly transformed into healthy, silken locks that looked as if they had been treated with loving care their entire life and fell down below Priyankara’s wide, smooth shoulders. Her midnight black hair, accentuated with shiny, lustrous, light brown highlights, had been developed thick and strong, used to being constantly touched due to Priyankara’s obsession of running her fingers through each thick, individual strand to make sure that she had no split ends.

And with it all, Priyankara’s penchant and interest in schooling, calligraphy, math, and thought in general, made way for her new obsessive lust.

She wanted attention.

She wanted dick.

A sleeping Anaisa twitched in lust as her pleasant dream of becoming the world’s most famous supermodel slash singer slash actress with a throng full of admirers suddenly dimmed. Her crowd of fans began to turn into a handful of faceless, horny males who sought only to fuck her... and her lust for them surpassed even their one mindless goal.

While she slumbered, her body began to transform as the green magic struck her sensual Latina body and began to work its magic. Her years of focusing on her beauty, seeking and even meeting impossible standards and modern ideals of femininity, melted away in an instant.

The sensual, alluring hourglass figure that she’d been lucky enough to score in the genetic lottery failed her as her body took an entirely different path through her teenage sexual awakening. Her well-chiseled abdomen and slim waist, carved from years of meticulous diet and specifically crafted workout routines, began to fade away. Her waist expanded, turning from a pinched sliver into just an ordinary person’s—the type of person who spent most of her time sedentary, whether it be sitting on the couch watching TV and munching on snacks, or huddled over a textbook, deep in study while... munching on snacks. The spectacular muscles of her strong core loosened and gave way to a flabby gut developed from years of negligence.

Her hips remained wide and child bearing—but the rest of her lower body inflated as well, giving her a distinct, pear-shaped silhouette. Anaisa’s tight bubble butt visibly deflated and sagged, resting atop of her suddenly chunky thighs. Her stretchy gym shorts, previously used to tantalize and tease the well defined, cut lines of her backside, turned into an ugly pair of formless jean shorts meant to cover her rotund behind. The Hispanic girl was now packing an impressively sized dump truck, one that spilled outside the frame of her previously slender body, and still dwarfed the lines of her now pear-shaped body. She might not be able to be a supermodel with that massive expanse of pale, creamy flesh, but she could certainly star in some music videos or some social media with some twerking.

Her arms, too, lost all of their spectacular definition. The flabby, soggy underarms that Anaisa had worked her entire life to train into firmness, melted away to leave her with acres of what she had previously deemed unacceptable flesh.

All of that time spent building and pampering herself turned into hours spent unwisely and addictively watching anime. She wasn’t unattractive by any means—she just looked like a normal girl her age instead of one who’d put all of her effort and willpower into becoming a supermodel. She was a girl next door who got good grades and had an unhealthy obsession with Japanese animation.

The lack of sunlight and the glow of her computer screen had left the new Anaisa nearsighted, requiring a pair of thick lenses to correct her vision. And the hair on her head that she was so proud of faded so a dull black, no longer colored by swaths of special shampoo and highlighting treatments at the salon.

But to compensate for the lack of lustrous hair on her head, the rest of her body began to redress. Her forearms tingled as her hair follicles began to prick her skin, pushing thick, dark lines through her now paler, sun-starved skin. New roots grew underneath her sebaceous glands, making sure to saturate every single millimeter of her arms and legs so that no part would be left untouched, creating a protective shield for her oversensitive skin against the harsh and cruel golden sunlight.

Like a time-lapsed video of a field of grass moving from winter to spring, those thick, black hairs began to poke out from underneath her skin as nature itself rejoiced at the miracle of growth. Her arms became smooth and fuzzy, every swipe warm and satisfying to the touch. Instead of running her fingers through her hair, she loved to surreptitiously trail the ends of her fingertips through the fur of her forearms that could almost pass as a dark, long-sleeved sweater if it had grown in just a little bit thicker.

Her pubic mound began to fill out with long, dark, curled hair as well. It was the sign of a mature woman, one who was ready to receive dick and accept a man’s love and create life. Longer and longer it curled, silken and fragrant and moist, crossing over her pussy lips and creating a natural boundary to her most intimate womanhood.

Ana Isabel rubbed her flabbier thighs together in her sleep as she dreamt of being fucked by phantom tentacles that violated her every hole. Her grainy hairs itched at first as she rubbed the stubble against each other, the result of new growth from a week after a prior shave. But that niggling effect disappeared as her hair grew out, unabashed, unashamed, and proud. The thin, silky hairs enhanced her pleasure, adding a further level of wonderful sensation as she caressed her calves while nurturing the heat and moisture growing between the junction of her thighs.

As she screamed and writhed, body clenching from her wet dream of tentacles, Ana Isabel’s only regret was that the rest of her body wasn’t covered in a majestic, thick coat of fur.

Chapter 3 - That Escalated Quickly

Counselor Greenbaum looked at the two girls that sat before him. Priyankara—no, Priya as she now preferred to be called, with a distinct valley girl lilt in her voice—had a noticeably diminished vocabulary. And she was dressed extremely provocatively, flaunting a body that could put a bimbo to shame with her thick lips and Barbie-like proportions.

And Ana Isabel—no, Ana Isabel—sat there, wearing a thick pair of glasses. She was covered in loose, baggy clothing, but even Counselor Greenbaum could see that her body had gone completely pear-shaped. The chunkier, far less glamorous teenager kept squirming uncomfortably, rubbing her legs together.

The two girls were so wrapped in their own venomous hatred that they had zero self awareness.

“I hope you girls have learned a little something about empathy,” he started.

“Ackshually, I don’t th-think so, Counselor!” Ana Isabel remained petulant.

“Like, yah! What could I learn from a stupid ditz like her!?” Priya echoed.

I didn’t expect things to go so far so quickly, Greenbaum thought to himself.

“I suggest you try once more girls. Really think about it. Or else.”

“She’sh jusht a know-it-all, a shtuck up d-d-d- d-d-dwee- d-d-... nerd!” Ana Isabel bit her tongue as she wrestled with the word.

“As if! You’re just the stupid one, you stupid... stupid! Stupid girl! Stupid!” Priya’s grasp of the language was less than stellar.

This one was a lost cause, Counselor Greenbaum regarded. He watched the girls leave his office, both wrestling with their own lusty heat.

Oh well.

He vanished in a puff of smoke.

Priya began writing her second Sunday’s diary.

“Dear Diary like omg this pen how is it supposed to WORK this is sooooooooo dumb!”

She pushed too hard and without enough ink, tearing into the diary’s magical pages. The furious scribbling continued.

“Why did I even take paper its like... like... someone doing something STUPIDDDD what is the word URGHHHHH I hate words! Everything would b FINE if Ana Isabel could just not b such a bitch I bet she’s too busy fucking every cock in sight and that’s why I still have to go to these sessions FUCKKKKK shes the biggest bimbo i ever met with the dumbest biggest fakest tits they DONT even look good!!!!!!!

“Srsly her IQ mus b like an F no wait like an F------ hahahahaha i’m so funni! she prolly cant even spel the word funni she wudnt no if it hit her in her STUPIDD pretty face! she is pretty though like hi-key rly prety.

“I dont wanna do this nemore! Fck teacher Green! I bet his offis is just for orgeez!”

Ana Isabel clicked the audio recorder on.

“P-P-Priya ith like tho thtupid,” the Hispanic girl spluttered, spraying saliva everywhere with every word. “That thtupid nerd hath like n-n-no thocial thkillth. Thee could’ve, like, ackshually just accepted my advithe when I firth offered it, obviouthly! Oh fuck, thith anime girl hath a c-c-c-cock!? That ith tho hot! Hold on diary I’ll... I’ll...”

Ana Isabel just dropped the audio recorder without turning it off. She was too consumed with the glorious spectacle happening on screen. The playback was filled with the Japanese happening on screen with the lead girl begging her partner to stop, in addition to Ana Isabel’s own far more over the top screams and cries of pleasure.

“UUuunngg y-y-yeah that wath really good. Anyway like I wath thaying, that thtupid Priya doethn’t even haff any frendth! I bet thee never even goeth outthide! Jutht th-ht-th-th-t-hphend all day inthide w-w-w w-w-hw-hh-w looking at anime! That’th why thee never thaveth and hath tho much body hair! Hyuk hyuk hyuk hyu khyu hyuk hyuk! Hic!”

That night, the second round of transformations began. The green glows, bubbling with even more vitriol and power, floated out of both of Counselor Greenbaum’s items, flew into the air, passed each other in the night sky, and shot into each girl.

Priya’s already hyper-sexualized body grew to new heights as her intelligence dwindled to match. The huge melons of her chest, already far too large for her slender frame, groaned and swelled as they doubled in size once again. Had she been wearing pajamas, her huge tits would’ve burst right through them, but the new and transformed Priya never wore anything while sleeping. And, if she had her way, she wouldn’t wear any clothes while awake either.

Her body was made for fucking, and that’s all she wanted to do. She wanted to wrap those waifish, absurdly long legs around a guy’s waist, pull them inside of her wet cunt, and fuck until she milked them dry. And it wouldn’t matter how many times she came—her body was always ready for more. Maybe she could take one in her magnificent, tight asshole, one in her slutty, bald pussy, and another three with her horny hands and hungry mouth.

She was almost no longer a thinking human. The new and improved PriPri was a walking sex doll, hunting for her next prey, putting herself on display to be prey.

The brown bombshell moaned in her sleep as her legs spasmed and her fragrant sexual fluids soaked through her blankets.

And as for Ana Isabel, the follicles activated all along her flabby upper arms, giving her pudgy limbs a thick layer of growing fur to match the soft, warm layer covering her forearms. Her biceps and triceps tingled as thin, wispy hairs grew out longer and thicker, silky and dense.

Her armpits, too, formed a ton of curly hairs that started out looking like a densely woven welcome mat outside of a door. Days upon days, hours upon hours spent watching hentai meant that she never trimmed or maintained it, or even cared about society’s beauty standards. Out and out they stretched, each individual brown strand thin and curled like barb wire, but en masse, presented a wonderful, pungent barrier inside of her pale armpits.

They continued to grow out as if dancing, weaving along with the thick fur that covered her upper arms.

Her torso, too, put on extra hairs, creating a dense happy trail on her abdomen, around her bellybutton. It pointed the way downward to her gnarled, hairy pussy that was permanently wet for futa girls, tentacles, demon cock, and, oh fuck it, just regular boy or twink cock. She didn’t care. As long as it wasn’t an awkward real life encounter in which she had no idea what to say or how to act, but instead a 2D cartoon animation that she could watch and print out on pillows to hug and hump, speaking in exaggerated, affected Japanese voices, Ana Isabel was more than happy to jill herself off to it.

As the hair on her belly and pubic mound elongated and intertwined, the sparse hair around her legs found themselves wanting. But not for long.

The delicate, wispy hairs started to elongate and multiply along her now shorter, squatter calves. Her skin tingled as her body worked overtime to cover all of her leg in beautiful, light brown hair. Longer and longer it grew until they positively flowed in the wind like ribbons, dancing with nature against the pleasant breeze, billowing her hairs out straight even while it protected her from the elements. It looked as if she wore an expensive pair of fuzzy boots adorned with some soft animal’s fur, except this fur was of her own making and involved much less cruelty.

And that fuzz continued to creep upward once her calves were fully enveloped in warm hair. Her knees remained bald, but her hairs were so long and so plentiful that it covered them up completely anyway. It was like a lover’s caress, fingers tracing up Ana Isabel’s legs, carving a sensuous path toward her wet and tangled snatch, meticulously dotting every inch of the flesh of her inner thighs, sprouting new life and growth everywhere those invisible hands touched.

Deep in sleep and burning with arousal, Ana Isabel unconsciously flung the blankets off of herself, showing off all of her furry glory to the heavens above. Her back arched as she came, dreaming wet dreams of being violated by monsters while she rubbed every part of her body against them, massaging and stroking and bathing their members in her soft, furry heat. She could pleasure a hentai dick just by draping her forearms against their ridiculous thick and long rods, tickling them with her hairs. Her own heart rate soared as she dreamed of the wonderful swishing sensation, their nasty, salty heat sticking to her body and matting her fur as they grabbed onto her shoulders and fucked her arm hairs for all they were worth.

After that, they would pick her up and slam her down and ram their tumescence into her aching, hungry, greedy snatch. The barrier of undergrowth she presented would shield her for a minute, and for that fateful minute, they would be stymied from entrance, only to push on through her silken splendor as they bottomed out, their pubic hairs nothing in comparison to her glorious snatch.

Ana Isabel, now completely covered in fur, orgasmed herself silly. Her sleeping body jetted a huge gush of clear fluid, just like all of those hentais she loved to watch.

The only part that she hadn’t faithfully recreated was that she needed more.

Chapter 4 - Case Closed

“Call me PriPri! Teehee! Wuh was that other name you said? Pri... Priya... yuh! No way that’s my name, cutie! How many syllables is that? One... two... omg my head hurts! What comes after two?” PriPri laughed as she drew the attention of all of her fellow classmates, all gathered in a circle around her.

“She’s so fucking hot!”

“This is like a porn star come to life, only hotter,” another boy whispered.

“I think I could go gay for her!” a girl chimed in.

“She looks like a total fuck doll and has the mind to match.”

Counselor Greenbaum broke up the crowd and regarded the brainless, Indian-American bimbo. That was that, then. Another pair of girls who got what they deserved. Though, where was the other?

But apparently that wasn’t that.

“Oh em gee! Mister G! What are you, like, doing here? Is it time for a... private session?” PriPri placed her slim arms around her absolutely gushing torso and pushed upward, creating such a huge canyon of cleavage with her tracts of flesh that all of the students around suddenly felt a little woozy as the blood rushed from their brains to go decidedly lower.

“PriPri? Yes, come to my office.”

“Fuck, yaaaaa! You, you, and you, and you, come with me to Mister G’s office! Have you been to his class? It’s like, the best class! He doesn’t teach us anything at all!” PriPri struck a cheerleading pose with one hand on her hip, the other raised high into the air, her breasts clearly visible through her too tight top and the shape of her perfect ass visible in her skirt that barely covered her modesty.

The posse of eighteen year old boys and girls followed their enthusiastic fuckdoll and Counselor Greenbaum to his office. They weren’t sure what was going to happen, but getting to be within close proximity to the brainless Indian girl’s balloon tits was reason enough.

If Counselor Greenbaum was surprised by PriPri’s behavior, he didn’t show it. He opened the door to his office, and PriPri along with all of the other students spilled in.

“Everyone! I have soooooo many holes!” PriPri giggled as she wiggled her lush hips and tight bubble butt. “Can you fuh-uh-uh-fill me up?” She tossed her hair over her shoulder like a shampoo model as each strand glistened like precious silk. Tucking her fingers into the waistband of her stretchy shorts, she continued to wiggle her backside as her long arms tugged the spandex downward, revealing her smooth skin and dripping snatch.

“Priya?!” Some of the kids were flabbergasted by the scene unfolding in front of them, as well as unused to being with the new upgraded, inflated girl who insisted that she be called PriPri.

“Hey, where did Counselor Greenbaum go?” one of the kids asked. He had mysteriously vanished.

“Who cares?” PriPri winked. “I’ll take on all five of you! Fuh-fuh-fuh-fuck me silllyyyyy!”

By the time she’d peeled away the thin latex that “covered” her breasts, revealing deep, rich, caramel acres of her expansive breast flesh, none of her chosen orgy members had any further objections. One sexually frustrated young man eagerly stepped forward, unbuckling his pants. His dick was already rock hard, veiny and bulging at the straightforward and eager enthusiasm PriPri demonstrated.

She reciprocated his bravado by falling smoothly onto her knees with a practiced pornstar motion and once again swept her hair aside to suck him into her soul-captivating eyes.

“Mmm, yummy popsicle!” PriPri licked her dark, juicy lips.

“Shut up, you stupid bimbo, and suck my dick!” He leaned into the fantasy that was unfolding before his very eyes.

“Aaaaahhh...” PriPri opened her mouth, exhaling hotly over the exposed head of his dick before devouring all of his searing flesh. She took him all the way to the hilt, burying her face against his pubic hair as his flagpole buried deep into the wet, tight squeeze of her throat.

PriPri cooed as she bobbed back and forth, suppressing her gag reflex easily from a lifetime’s experience of being used as a fuck toy.

“Oh my god!” Some of the other boys quickly began to undo their pants when they realized that this was really happening. They circled around her otherwise slender body, careful not to smash their legs into her breasts which were hanging so heavily and taking up so much of the corridor within the tight office space.

The Indian girl continued to coo and swirl, occasionally looking up to captivate her lover with her lips pursed around his meat. But his virgin mind was too far gone, eyes closed as he felt the lavish flicking of her tongue swirling against his underside, the lusty sound of her suck when she reached the top of his head, and the head twisting motion that rubbed her soft, thick, pillowy lips against his overworked cock. With one hand against the back of her head now, he pushed her all the way to the end, burying his tip deep inside of her as she moaned enthusiastically, with a zeal that was undoubtedly genuine.

He blew his load deep into her throat to the sounds of her approval.

“Fuuuuuuck!” he screamed, pelvis slamming into her face and smearing her makeup.

Before he was finished, PriPri swatted his trembling hand away and slid him out of her, gripping his still spurting dick with her soft fingers and pumping him to squeeze out every last drop. She ran her tongue against the ridge of his cockhead, causing further violent tremors that sprayed his jizz all over her dark, fake lashes to dribble down her face.

“Aw, you got it all over me? I’m all used up!” PriPri taunted.

Then, she sucked in a deep breath as she felt someone pry open her fleshy gates from behind.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re so mean! I wasn’t readyyy-y-y-y-y-y!” she singsonged.

“Get out of the way!” The only girl shoved aside the boy who had just received the best head of his life. “Let me use her mouth! You guys can titfuck the brainless bimbo!”

“B-b-b-bimbo? Me? I’m not... the bimbo! That’s Ana Isabel... ohhhhh!”

PriPri was thrown into a torrent of confusion even as her body responded to being filled. The boy behind her was pushing with everything he had, his molten lust driving him harder than he’d ever known.

“Hey, turn her so she’s on her back! I want a titfuck!” One of the idle boys ordered.

“I’m not... sex doll... ungggh!” PriPri couldn’t fight her body’s natural inclinations.

Soon, she was flipped on her back onto the counselor’s desk, with her brunette classmate sitting on her face. Down between her legs, one of the boys continued to plug away at her complicit pussy. Someone crawled on top of her and shoved his ready penis in between the massive swell of her breasts. As if on cue, PriPri flexed her pectoral muscles, enveloping his twitching cock with her soft, soft melons.

“You’re the best slut I’ve ever seen!”

“Holy shit, she loves it!”

“I bet we can fuck her whenever we want!”

PriPri tried to object, but her mouth and tongue were far too busy lashing at the trimmed pussy above her face. It was just natural for her to eat pussy, to eat cock, to have her holes filled, to be sopping wet all the time, to be sopping wet just thinking about it. She didn’t want her face to be covered in jizz, she tried to rationalize.

But thinking was so hard. So very very very very very very hard. It was a lot of very’s. PriPri didn’t want a face full of jizz. Or a mouth full of pussy. Or to be bathed in cum. Or to be creampied so much that she would get impregnated a hundred times over.

No. She needed it.

“Cum on me! Cum in me! Use me! Fuh-uh-uh-uck meeeee!” she screamed into the thighs and pussy squashing her head.

An hour later, a shameless, cum-covered PriPri staggered out of Counselor Greenbaum’s office. Her outfit was completely ruined. Her mascara and eye makeup streaked down her face, the red of her lipstick smeared all over.

She was looking for the next group of people to use and abuse her.

“Thtupid thcool! Who careth!” Ana Isabel sputtered as she slammed her alarm.

“ANA ISABEL! TIME FOR SCHOOL!” Her mom shouted.

“I’M GOING, I’M GOING!” Ana Isabel shouted back.

But as she grabbed her backpack, the thought of interacting with other human beings dredged up a deep terror in her heart. How was she supposed to speak to and relate to other people? They were so inscrutable, so self-contradicting, and so... three-dimensional!

They didn’t live on her computer screen like all of her favorite characters, with their myriad of hair colors. Their eyes didn’t occupy the majority of their face, expressive and sparkling. None of the people in her school were secretly demons or detectives or held after school clubs or did interesting things as school president.

Or had tentacles. And girldicks. Or regular dicks that could cum like fire hoses.

God, she was horny.

Ana Isabel dropped her backpack and quickly stripped off all her clothing. Her body hair bristled as the cool hair tickled her skin, making her goosebumps rise and raising her hackles.

Her pubic hair bristled like wind chimes as her nether lips gave a sympathetic twitch to the thought of being fucked by a monster cock.

“F-f-f-f-f-f... Sex!” Ana Isabel sent her spittle flying everywhere as she tried, and failed, to produce the word she wanted.

Running to her computer and sitting down, she opened a bunch of her favorite hentais and carefully sized them around her huge monitor, making sure that her mosaic of monster sex medleys were all visible at the same time.

Red and purple skinned demons, covered in dense fur, fucking innocent maidens with their horns...

Women fucking men with their angry cock and balls...

Tentacles appearing from all corners of the screen, plugging any and every available hole...

It was so hot! Why couldn’t real life be like this!? Ana Isabel’s lip went slack as a thin trail of drool dribbled down the fine hairs around her chin.

With eighteen videos playing, she fell back onto her chair as she scraped her hairy arms against her chubby love handles, tickling and tantalizing her skin. Her nipples quickly perked to full attention, rising to stand taller and firmer than all of the tiny hairs on her chest that were doing their best to salute her lust.

“Y-y-yeah! F-f-fuck! H-huge d-dd-d-d-d-di-d-idi- penis! Monster cummmmmm!!!!” Ana Isabel shrieked loud enough for her mother to hear as she reached into the deep undergrowth of her pubic hairs to massage her monster clit and penetrate her greedy vagina with two fingers.

She never wanted to go outside again!

Counselor Greenbaum looked through both Priyankara’s and Ana Isabel’s diaries. He ticked off another one in the column of failure with ennui. The tally was three hundred thousand entries long and spanned the entire span of human history.

Time to conduct yet another trial...