Kim Takes Over(Kim Pine/Hollie TG)

"Heeeey Kimmie."

"Don't call me that. I never said you could give me a nickname. Also I thought you stopped buying vhs's since they're passe."

Kim Pine needed something stronger than coffee when Wallace Wells popped in. While they weren't on bad terms he was a notorious gossip and was always looking for some way to weasel out info from her. She was already annoyed that No Account Video was closing down, but the writing was on the wall and VHS as a medium was on its way out. And annoyingly Wallace was dipping behind the register and looking around the loose collection of boxes, as usual being overly familiar despite Kim's repeated pointing towards the "Employees Only" sign.

"Read the sign. Don't make my last shift a pain."

He shrugged, diving through a few boxes marked XXX, clearly looking for the renters log.

"I'll buy a bunch of the on-sale ones and toss them to Scott or whatever. Come on Kim, you get all the juicy deets. Besides, I know at least two soccer coaches who feel like they'd buy the kinky stuff in secret. It'll help to know if they're batting on my team."

"Yeah, and it's an invasion of privacy."

Normally she'd be a bit more peeved, but she was already being let go anyways so it wasn't like any of this mattered past padding her bank account a little more. Hollie had basically been a no show anyways and the only reason Kim even came in was cause it gave her something easy to bitch about for the last few days.

"Privacy Schmivacy. What's this box's deal? Cursed?"

He was certainly a chatterbox, clearly ignoring her grumbled attempts to repel him with negativity, Kim rolling her eyes as hard as possible as he fiddled with a box with skulls and pics of Kim and Hollie awkwardly stapled on it.

"Inside joke. Ya had to be there."

"C'moooon, I helped you meet that nice real estate guy who got you your old place!"

"Who reneged when you left him."

"Details details. Besides, you're not doing anything else right?"

Well it'd pass time.

"The company orientation video's really weird and it became a joke between me and Hollie that clearly it must have brainwashed us into staying at this shitty job. It was taped over one of those 50's era 'work and be productive' things that'd flash all this crap if you paused it. We didn't watch it all the way through but we did have a tape deck and some B Movies set for disposal. Every now and then we'd get really really really bored and edit freeze frames of ourselves into it and joke about distributing mass propaganda to have people worship us."

Wallace plucked one of the orientation videos from the middle, eyeing it curiously.

"Did it work? Hypnotic suggestion could make Scott so much easier to get his shit together. Not to mention convince a few guys on the fence."

He was fiddling with the tight plastic case, popping out a pastel sprinkled tape and trying to remember which end to insert it in for the on-counter Toshiba.

"I'm still working here so no. Oh, that's one of Hollie's. Kept saying she wanted a replacement for the days she wasn't feeling it."

Wallace finally got it working, the cheap midi's playing as he hit play, squinting and trying to see the added frames as it began playing, pausing and playing and pausing and playing till he landed on a frame that had a suggestive pic of Hollie with a poorly tacked on scribble of BE HOLLIE on it. He hit play, satisfied at finding it, but taken aback as he settled into Hollie's chair.

"Wow you guys must've really... been... hff hff boooored..."

Kim was more focused on her magazine, the forming slur in Wallace's speech taken as more snark than anything odd, his stare growing more intense as he began to softly groan.

"Yeah ten hours at a counter while barely anyone comes in is guaranteed to drive you crazy after a while. But hey it gave me a skill that's obsolete too so it's like double the time wasted. Yaaaay..."

She flipped through a few more pages, waiting absentmindedly for some kind of snarky rejoinder from Wallace, a few minutes passing before she realized he was just letting the video play, making these weird noises Kim usually associated with the guys that'd come in wearing trenchcoats to peruse the adult section. Honestly Kim didn't care where people spanked it as long as she didn't have to clean it up but it was weird to have Wallace groaning like that, and what were those weird popping noises?

"Wallace! Cut it out!"

No response, his back turned to her, Kim a bit confused by the messy tangles draping past his chin. His whole body seemed to be trembling while his hands were clenched on the arm rests. Did he put polish on? That wasn't usually his style, not that she cared, but the more she looked the more they seemed to shrink, Kim jumping out her chair when Wallace's shoulders suddenly popped together, a warped, shifting moan echoing with the tape's shitty soundtrack.

Kim wanted to write it off as some kind of dumb prank, but it was hard to deny the reality as his blue sweater vest was quickly turning green, the gel in his hair flecking off as his frame shrank, his groans rising as the spliced orientation talked about being a team player and other motivational crap.

"Wallace?"

Still no response, his white undershirt melding into the forming crew neck, the back of his head sinking a bit with each pleased groan. Kim knew that sweater and more importantly, the girl who wore it, the girl who was supposed to be here and things were starting to click as Wallace's usual chipper snark was losing its expressiveness, his body slouching the longer it went on.

"Hollie?"

No, that was stupid. Kim had dealt with plenty of bullshit but those tapes were just ways to kill time at work. Absolute nothings, and she was probably just sleep deprived or maybe Stephen had accidentally left some weird shit on her drum set. And yet saying that name made the shrinking figure squeal suddenly, loud, hungry moans grunted out as they grabbed their waist, the swivel chair turning as Kim got a full view of Wallace's chest bursting out to fill Hollie's sweater.

"Nngh haaaaa wh-what is it K-hiiiim~ I-I'm watching a- a-"

Kim was oddly fascinated by the moaning mess in front of her, Wallace's face like a discarded Picasso as mascara tweaked the shape of his eyes, one slanted, the other warping as a series of painful-sounding crunches reverberated through his skull. His lips were stuck into a sultry O as he wriggled in the chair, arms squeezing together his new tits as they finished growing much to his obvious delight as the lump in his throat flattened.

"NNGH Haaa ahh... Yeah what is it Kim?"

Kim pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, then again just to be sure. Wallace didn't seem to notice half his body had turned into a girl, though the lump in his shorts made it obvious what his body felt about the whole thing. He seemed more annoyed that she was interrupting if anything, grabbing a lima bean from one of Hollie's counter snack stashes.

"You're uh... changing."

"What're y-OOH~ talking about?"

Kim didn't know how to respond to that, getting a peak of his belly button as his whole waist compacted, his shorts turning more denimy as he stumbled.

"I mean you're turning into a girl. Doesn't that feel... weird?"

Wallie stared down, then up, then down again, a flicker of panic appearing in his eyes before his hips spread wide, toppling him to the floor.

"OOH Y-EEEAH~ thaaaht it's h-ahhh~ not as bahhhd as it MMGH uhhhhhhngh..."

His legs squeezed together, his moans getting more subdued despite the squirts of cum running down his legs, showing how intense it must have felt as his legs lost their hair, turning shapelier by the second as his ass filled out a pair of denim cutoffs that were sliding down his thickening thighs.

"Do... Do you want help? Or like a mop?"

It was frustrating to be the one freaking out the most over this, Wollie getting less and less expressive by the second as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Ehh too muhhhch of a hassle. Dohhn't feel like it."

Kim just watched as Wollie crawled back up to the counter, gluing her eyes to the screen as she hit play, even her moans dying down to just a few bored groans as she grinded her tits against the countertop. Soon Kim could only guess at what was going on as "his" jeans spilled down "his" legs, hips waving back and forth as a gelatinous sounding squish barely caused a groan from the almost-finished Hollie, Kim making sure not to stare at the screen while the slight dent in "his" pants flattened more and more.

"Nngh y-yeah, seen th-hiiis~ part already. Ahh kay..."

A few more seconds passed, the squelching sounds ending with a sudden pop as Hollie barely reacted, the front of her jeans damp and sticky.

"Siiiiigh I suppose you aren't gonna clean that up huh?"

Kim was still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened, her panties admittedly pretty damp from the ordeal as she glanced at the other "cursed" tapes, remembering which ones were hers as she realized this was the perfect opportunity to get a bit of payback on Scott. Didn't he like shitty B Movies?

"Uh, earth to Kim, it's time to shut this dump down for good and you've been eyeing me up for five minutes. So are you gonna rent something or just keep staring? Cuz we're closing in 10 minutes and I can't even take a 15. Fuck this job."

Guess it was time to take advantage of her employee discount, the perfect price for what Scott deserved as for the first time in a while, Kim Pine smirked, excited for what was to come…

"ARE YOU READY FOR PULSE-BURSTING ACTION?"

"Yes!"

"ENOUGH BLOOD TO DROWN A VAMPIRE. ENOUGH ADRENALINE TO CAUSE A HEART ATTACK!"

"Hell yeah!"

Blood Breakers V had one of those cheesy hype man openings with sets that visibly shook if the meathead actors got overly excited. The audio was cheap which covered up the occasional odd gaps frequently flashing between flashes of violence with blood that made up for its cheapness with quantity.

Really it should have been a red flag that Kim of all people would give Scott a gift of all people, but Scott was never one to say no when someone tossed something fun his way and as a lifelong Blood Breakers fanatic he was more than happy to snag a free copy from her. Didn't even notice the oddly smug look on her face when she asked, just hearing 'free' enough to get him excited as he ran home to immediately enjoy the cheap thrill ride of over the top B Movie schlock.

Amidst brawny failed wrestlers and voluptuous semi successful porn actresses though were constant frame splices, even the soundtrack partially edited to have hidden under the throbbing knockoff Carpenter synths the words "Be Kim, Worship Kim, You Want to Be Kim" repeating endlessly amongst other flashes of Kim. Especially during the copious amounts of bloody fights it had been easy to add in frames of her red headed face scowling and demeaning whoever was watching, all of this constant conditioning worming into Scott's subconscious as he sat glued to the screen.

Wallace was out doing something so Scott definitely wanted to take advantage of the alone time given how scarce a commodity that was in their tiny apartment. What he was doing, Scott had no idea but it wasn't uncommon for him to dip out for a few weeks and Scott figured he'd just forgotten something as usual. All that mattered was that he could crank the volume up loud and lounge on their couch.

The soundtrack was really shaking the walls, Scott almost feeling it in his bones as he shifted, blushing a bit as he realized his cock was really hard all of a sudden. He went to take care of it for a second, but it suddenly felt kind of disgusting. It's not like this was high school anymore. Scott wasn't a stranger to intrusive thoughts so just left his cock throbbing, awkwardly shifting his position every now and then as his gaze wandered.

It was weird, Scott liking muscly action men for the power fantasy but for some reason the longer it went on, the more he noticed them as men, bronzed muscles oiled up, tight loincloths barely hiding their bulges as his own throbbed. He still dug all the bikini-clad girls amidst the carnage too, it just felt odd, then again with acting this crappy their bodies were the only interesting thing on screen.

There was a bit of a listless edge to Skott's posture as the movie went on, the awkwardness only worsening as some cricks in his neck and back had him shifting restlessly. It was weird. He loved these schlocky movies and it wasn't like he watched them for their acting or anything. Besides there was an appeal to the kind of desperate star struggling performances if only there wasn't so much deadspace. And these sets? Laaaaaame...

Skott's beaming smile was weighing down, his lips gradually plumping as his expression turned more neutral. Was he just not feeling this one? It was kinda cheap looking, his eyes losing their sparkle as they focused on the party store off-brand costumes, the flat lighting, so many amateurish mistakes... He'd never been this analytical for his favs before, usually one to just vibe off stuff but the more problems he found the less fun it was to watch, almost like making fun of it was the only entertainment in this shitty movie.

His thighs opened and closed, the most his body would do to acknowledge the throbbing need so desperate for attention it almost hurt, Skott's cheeks thoroughly red as the heat seemed to cook his cheeks as flecks dotted his drooping face. Gradually his tongue began to click with disappointment, each one adding another freckle to his softening features, his lashes gaining plenty of volume as it further drooped them to a scowl.

Each scene that passed just aggravated Skott, his eyebrows working themselves thinner as his eyes rolled, each circuit slanting them from their doe eyed gleam to something a lot more harsh, his annoyance even dying his hair as strands of red spread through his orange hairdo.

Why was he watching this garbage? It was the pervading thought as his nose perked up, Skott's body half draped over the side of his couch as he worked a crick out, angling his chest out more as he cooed. All of it just kind of sucked even as he had to hold back moans, his arousal and annoyance growing rapidly.

Well he'd just ride it out since he'd promised Scott he'd... Uh wasn't he that oblivious untrained puppy dog? He shook his head, a lot more weight in the back as it turned bushy and conditioned, another bang flopping over his forehead as his ears were covered on the sides. All his perkiness was fading fast including the tuft in the back that always seemed to defy gravity, unable to help itself once it turned red, Skott groaning at a terrible pun, his detached sigh rising up to a gruff alto as his Adam's Apple soured.

Bitter liquid ran down his throat, adding to the sore mood, his neck flattening in the front, his whole body hot now probably ‘cause he had this cramped shithole of an apartment he couldn't get out of, Skot fanning himself with his shirt as it lightened up. He'd left his jacket on to save on heating but the more his sweat sank into it the thinner it went, poofy fringes flattening to a slimmer fit.

There were so many smart thoughts rummaging about his head as the movie was making him zone out, Skot unable to feel comfortable no matter how he shifted, oblivious like with everything to his back being forced into an arch, his shoulders slumping so hard they shrank down as if his physiology was desperate to prove how little a shit he gave about this derivative D Movie. By about halfway through an 80 minute movie that felt like hours Skot's face had completely Kimified, even his voice a perfect match for her dead-inside grumbles as a black bra popped into place, the cups empty, but not for long…

"Crap why'm I so freaking turned on right now? Is that why I can't focus?"

Skot's nipples were joining in the "fun", throbbing in time with his cock and leaving him in a confused stalemate. There was still this weird disgust at the thought of jerking Scott off and for some reason the idea of rubbing the insistent tingles in his chest felt naughty. Naughty? God what was he, a teenager still? Maybe this was all a sign that he was growing up. Well at least Scott was finally gonna mature.

After a minute, Skom decided to compromise, flopping face first onto the couch while he watched the movie, his back popping fully as he rubbed his body against the cheap pleather. It felt incredible, his cock sandwiched by his body, his nipples pert and tender as he flicked them against a cushion gap. It let him feel good for barely any work, which is how these shitty filmmakers must have felt dropping this rancid turd direct to video.

His body was the only source of entertainment at this point, Skom utterly bored and lost, too many pleasurable distractions as his chest pushed back against the cushions below with their own plushness. His dry humping got a bit damper as his grinding intensified, slender fingers stifling a yawn, then a moan as his jacket gained some color, the whole thing zipping up as it squeezed five inches straight into his tits.

"Oh f-UHHHCK~!"

It was too intense to totally write off, Skom groaning as his cock gave a weak spurt, the tit growth so rapid they actually punched against his chin, any pain offset by a dizzying wave of pleasure and condescension at blowing his load just cause he had a pair of tits to-

"HMMNGH?"

Skom looked down, moaning as his bloated chest squished against the couch, a familiar yellow and green tracksuit only serving to accent how massive his tits were, giving them a squeeze as he let out a louder moan. Fuck it really was like she was back in high school letting Scott get freaky with- Ah shit.

For how shocking a revelation it was, Skom could barely give a shit, which was worrying in its own right. He had tits. Familiar tits. Which'd normally be ringing all sorts of alarm bells as he moved closer to the tv screen, pausing just in time for a freeze frame of Kim scowling back.

GIVE IN TO KIM

Staring at it made the throbbing below get worse, Skom staring at his reflection in the screen as his hands began playing with himself. It felt incredible to squeeze his tits, a slight fuzzy shock running through his forehead as a large chunk of his high school memories switched PoV's, fondling turning to being fondled as he moaned out, "Scahhhhtt~! Ugh what a loser."

Yeah... he kind of was one wasn't he? He had pretty much memory holed so much of his cringey actions in high school, and now so much of his adult life was feeling equally as worthless.

"Mmm~ you know this is way better don't you Scott? Even with a girlfriend I know you just want one thing huh?"

God he was horny, turned on by his own shit talk as his fingers massaged his stomach into curves, moving the excess bulk down to his ass as his pants burst open into a skirt. He shouldn't want this but that just felt like being a pansy ass bitch. If you didn't love being demeaned and converted then you wouldn't be so fucking hard now would you? He couldn't help but mock himself as he smacked his own ass, fingers digging into a rear that was expanding on all sides, Skim struggling to not squash his cock between his thighs since that thing didn't deserve a fucking thighjob.

"Mmm~ you like that perv? Yeah I knohhhw you do S-Scott ahhh~! Scuhhhm! L-hooooser!"

Each insult made his ass jiggle, freckles popping across the rest of his body as his skin turned smooth, his tangled mess of pubes shaved to a red triangle as his TMNT boxers rode between his massive ass cheeks, looking like a thong as they suddenly squeezed.

"Ahh AHHHN SH-HIIIIT~! God you're t-hooo~ easy I barely h-AHHHD to do ahhny MMGH! Or maybe hff hff... IS THIS what you wanted? Congratz I guess... jackass."

The pattern on his boxers darkened to a uniform black, palming her cock as Kim Pingram focused on erasing every last trace of Scott like an infection being burnt out of her system via pure burning lust. There was so little of him left inside that she didn't even mind having some fun with her body, silk squeezing against her balls as she unzipped her jacket and palmed her breasts.

SCHHHGLRRP~!

"Gaaawd now you really ahhhre a balless ooh~ just get it ohhhver with! You're taking forever to get inside!"

Kim Pingr shimmied off her skirt, gasping as Scott's balls slurped inside, his seed erupting out in a few spurts alongside his memories, Kim Piner feeling like she did the world a favor removing his genes from the pool as her g spot melted into a spreading womb. She didn't even want to acknowledge how good it felt as his cock was forced inside, instead grabbing the remote as she channel surfed, trying to take the edge off the orgasms as she treated his sinking cock like it was rubbish for the garbage truck.

It was all such a chore, Scott leaving behind one last mess for Kim Pine to deal with as she squeezed her toes, the mass shrinking and pumping up into thin, slippery releases, even her moans sounding more like disgruntled curses as she gave one last eye roll before finishing it off. She squeezed her thighs, barely bucking as the last slivers of cock  were forced inside, Kim feeling happy she at least didn't have to use her fingers as the last trace of Scott popped into a clit, Kim sighing at the damp traces of her ex fading away.

"Well that was disappointing. Greatest fighter in Canada my ass. Gotta hand it to him though. He might be flaky, but at least he was consistent till the end. Now what to do..."

KNOCK KNOCK

Kim really didn't need any company right now, but she changed her tune when she heard Hollie ask, "Did you finish, Kim?"

"Yeah, one sec."

She put her clothes back on and smirked, that nice gratifying feeling of a long-term project paying off in the end as she went to greet her former roommate.

"Bet it must feel good to finally have him understand ya, huh?"

"I did bitch about him a lot. Was a good way to pass the time."

"Yeah..."

Kim and Hollie had a punk show playing as they ate, Hollie scoring some takeout on her former self's dime, the two getting nice and comfy in what they guessed was their apartment now.

"Y'know while it was pretty disgusting in the moment, once they gave in didn't you think it was-"

"Kinda hot? Totally. Honestly I wanted to jump the you back in the store but it was too much hassle."

Hollie was playing footsie, Kim getting closer as the two both knew exactly what the other wanted.

"Wanna have casual sex on their beds?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

"Let’s make our next video X-rated."

It didn't take long for the new girls to strip, the cluttered apartment soon filled with the uncharacteristic squeals of two apathetic girls in lesbians with each other, both wondering who they should turn next as they could feel this shitty world was about to get a whole lot less shittier.