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Dare
🕑 Added 2025-06-30 01:04:01 +0000 UTCHunching behind a bench, my heart pounds nervously as I peer into the dark lecture hall in the distance. This would’ve been a quick and easy dare to sneak into the college bathroom at 3am, but the faint sounds of laughter and furniture creaking changed everything. Holding my breath, I anxiously listen for any signs of movement and my blood runs cold upon hearing the rhythmic click of high heels echoing closer. “Oh fuck… fuck…” I mumble to myself as I look for a new hiding spot and reach blindly into the dark for a door.
To my horror, the sound of footsteps quicken and draw closer as my feet fumble in the darkness and uneven surface. Finding a door, I rush in and slam it closed but almost scream in fear as the footsteps seem to have followed me inside. The familiar click of high heels echoes in the room as I look for the light switch and become momentarily blinded from the florescent lights turning on. I let out a sigh of relief after noticing my luck of stumbling into the bathroom to complete the dare, but that quickly disappears as I look down at my feet and realize the source of the sounds. “Wha… the fuck?!” I stammer in confusion, staring at my dainty feet with nicely pedicured nails tightly laced in 3-inch heels. They look foreign but feel so natural as I manage to walk effortlessly in them, feeling my calves slimming to match the elegant shoes.
“H-How is this happ– nuugh...” I groan, bracing against the bathroom sink as my hips suddenly snap outwards into child-bearing proportions with a bone splintering crack echoing throughout the tiled bathroom. Breathing heavily, I feel my hips swelling wider with fat until the seams of my pants finally rip apart and drop to the floor. A strange tingling sensation spreads throughout my ass as it rapidly fills with fat and expands into a round bubble butt protruding from behind. Squeezing them in disbelief, my jaw drops as my fingers sink into the soft flesh that would turn heads instantly. “Am… I dreaming?” I stammer, but it feels too real, as my thighs ripple with activity before growing wider with fat until it becomes thicker than my head. A shiver races up my body as my sensitive inner thighs rub against each other and sandwich my balls in between while the high heels forces my broad hips to sway side to side with every step.
Sweat drenches my body from all the changes as all my bodily hair disappear, leaving my skin smooth and soft with a creamy oriental hue glistening under the bright light. Catching my breath, I slowly look up and notice a large word written on the mirror with lipstick like a cheesy bullying scene. “S-Slut?” I mumble with a frown, feeling slightly insulted. Surely, it’s not directed at me because of how good I look. That thought lingers in my mind as my face tingles and I lean closer to the mirror to see my twitching eyelid. I flinch back in shock as my eyelids suddenly develops an Epicanthic fold while my eyes widen and become slanted with long eyelashes and dark brown irises. The rest of my face tingles and warps as my jawline softens and cheekbones pop higher to form a rounder and more feminine appearance. “Oh God… My face…” I splutter, staring at my reflection as I hear my voice cracking higher into a sultry and girly voice with a Chinese accent. My lips rapidly plumps up with lip stick into bee-strong cock sleeves while my tongue unfurls out dripping with saliva as the word on the mirror repeats in my mind. Trying to clear my throat, my neck becomes slimmer while my nose crunches narrower into a small button nose as my ethnicity shifts increasingly Asian and unrecognizable. “At least… I look good” I mumble, leaning closer to my reflection in a daze as my short hair rapidly grows down to my lower back before running jet black and silky smooth with a floral scent.
“At least I’m not like Katie or Violet…” I scoff defensively remembering my friends getting pounded by the college jocks after their training session. Their doll-like and alluring faces flashes in my mind as I vaguely remember going to the mall with them to get our nails done as we giggled about boys from a recent party. Glancing at my hands, they crunch smaller with slender fingers and glossy nails to match my shifting memories as my wrists narrow and biceps melt into dainty limbs. “I have… standards” I say proudly in a sultry voice as I arch my back, feeling it pop into a curvier and smaller posture under my now oversized shirt. My stomach gurgles loudly as it flattens into a toned athletic core while my waist sucks in to create an hour-glass figure above my wide swaying hips.
A sheepish grin spreads across my plump lips as I remember the envious stares from other girls as more of my memories become corrupted. Years of study and memories fade away as my chest tingles and my nipples become puffy. “Unhhn… yes…” I moan, feeling my skin stretch as waves of fat accumulates under my widening areolas, slowly pushing them out into modest B-cups. Breathing heavily, I feel my chest pulsate as my breasts continues to swell larger and I cup them in my dainty hands, pressing my fingers into the soft and milky flesh. It’s no wonder jealous girls would write that on the mirror as my tits balloon into natural heavy D-cups swaying on my chest with a deep cleavage in between. “Mmhm… hello there…” I coo, enjoying the familiar weight on my chest as my nipples harden from a gush of cold air.
Wanting to prove the accusation on the mirror wrong, a familiar face flashes in my mind and my crotch heats up. “R-Rob… f-fuuuck…” I moan as a year of memories dating my boyfriend floods into my mind. My petite body jolts and spasms with pleasure as I remember his hands brushing along my curvy ass, his lips kissing mine, his fingers squeezing my tits. Biting my lower lip, I mindlessly and expertly stroke my rock-hard cock as it feels just like his, before blowing my load all over the tiled bathroom floor. “Fuuuck… I’m so horny…” I moan, as my empty balls slurp into my crotch and reform into fertile ovaries pumping estrogen throughout my body. My deflating cock quickly follows as it inverts into my crotch and leaves a tight slit in its place oozing with juices. Instinctively, my slender fingers slip into my pussy and rubs my twitching clitoris until another orgasmic wave rushes through my body, leaving me trembling with pleasure.
Distracted by the mind-numbing climaxes, I don’t notice footsteps approaching the bathroom until the door swings open and I see a muscular guy standing at the doorway. “M-Mike?” I stammer in surprise to see my boyfriend’s friend as my face still blushes with arousal. His eyes drifts down to my swaying breasts and dripping pussy and I notice a bulge forming in his crotch, making my heart race with excitement. I need a cock like his in my pussy to fill my cravings as I smile seductively and slowly approach him. “I… I need you…” I slur, whispering into his ear as I press my breasts against his broad chest.
“Cassie… you have a boyfr---” Mike stammers but I silence him with a kiss, digging my hand under his pants to stroke his throbbing cock. He grunts and relaxes before gripping my narrow waist and pressing me against the bathroom sink as he drops his pants. Maybe I am a slut afterall, but I still have standards. Tall. Muscular. Huge cock. Rich. Popular. And he fits all that too. Spreading my legs apart, I arch my back before feeling his huge cock plunge deep into my pussy, making me inhale sharply. Fuck. He’s good at this too. My eyes roll back as he grabs my long hair and starts to pound my pussy rhythmically, feeling my moist and warm vaginal wall wrap around his shaft for more. After a while, he finally gives in and a surge of hot cum fills my pussy and I fall limp with pleasure. Breathing heavily, I feel his cum drip from my pussy as I wonder if the other football players are as good as him.
