Morgan tried desperately to keep up with what he was saying. He had done this to her, all of it. All these feelings. All this beauty she had now. She was so grateful for it. She loved him for it. She should tell him.
“I’m in love with you,” she said, realizing it as soon as she said it. “I just...I totally am. And I want...I don’t know what I want. I want your cock. I want to be yours. Forever. Please?”
This buxom bombshell, who had spent all day manipulating others due to the sheer force of her overwhelming lust and beauty, was trembling with heady need after barely a minute in the presence of her creator. She loved being this sexy, this confident, this beautiful. She loved everything that had happened to her. There wasn't a single aspect of her being that she was dissatisfied with, and it was all due to him. More than that, it made her cunt ache with need that despite all her hotness, despite all the stares and lust that had been thrown her way all day long, she still ached with desperate, schoolgirl-ish need from just one man.
Morgan, illogically, hoped she was pretty enough for him. She could have graced the cover of any fashion magazine in the world, could have seduced any billionaire she set her eyes on, and even so, she wasn't sure of herself in the face of Braddock's overwhelming masculinity. That was his effect.
She leaned forward to kiss him, fully expecting to soon have her lips ride over his, their tongues meeting and aching together, her tits on his hard chest.
But instead he put a finger on her lips, smiling gently.
“Not yet,” he said. “I have many lovers. Many concubines.” He gestured down to Eleanor and Yolena. “And as I said, you may yet outdo them. But the effects you are under are currently...temporary. You’ll be feeling more of yourself tomorrow. Your body will change back the day after that. If you still mean what you say—if you want to be mine, then you can return at any time and then we can make the effects permanent. I've perfected the process only just recently. But for now, I must work.”
“Work?” Morgan scrambled, trying to make him stay. “But there’s...the party...”
“Party?” A blare of music sounded through the house as a door upstairs opened. “Oh yes. Up there. Feel free to join them. Basketball players and a bevy of cheerleaders. More young subjects. I’m rather excited to find out what happens.”
He began to walk away, and Morgan trailed after him, eager to suck his cock, to kneel at his feet all day long and just be his gentle high-heeled cockwarming mouth rug. But he noticed, and held up a hand, and pointed again to the upstairs. Eleanor and Yolena did follow after him, crawling like good girls after their Master. Both of them shot haughty, knowing smiles to Morgan, indulgent in the fact that they were better than her—that they got Master's cock while she didn't.
It should have insulted Morgan, but instead she was just turned on by it.
If she had to prove herself to him by taking the cocks of all those basketball players, then take those cocks she would.
* * * * *
Morgan’s new body gave her a considerable strength she had not had before. Her muscles, tightly toned and adapted for hours of endless fucking, were strong and had high endurance. So it was not too much trouble to take Colette’s rapidly changing form and to bring her up the stairs with her.
The beautiful brunette was rapidly becoming blond. Or, perhaps she been dyeing her hair this whole time? Who could say.
The brown locks slowly streamed outward, the coloration becoming closer and closer to platinum at the roots and then spreading down to the tips. Colette did seem sort of like the kind of girl who would dye her hair one color to appear more serious and straightforward, and maybe just to stop getting hit on by men.
Outside the door to the party, Morgan held Colette up against the wall. She watched as Colette's breasts rapidly ballooned outward, flesh creating more of itself seemingly from nowhere. Her platinum locks continued to grow and thicken, falling over the newly-enlarged breasts in an inviting manner. Her skin became youthful and shiny, her face clear of all marks or moles, dissolving like they had been specks of dirt or food.
Within a matter of minutes, she had transformed entirely from a bookish nerd into a porn-worthy teenage beauty. Her face, fresh and innocent, was also full of a seductive vigor that Morgan herself found it hard to match.
Slowly, Colette’s eyes fluttered open. She saw Morgan there and licked her lips.
“Fuck,” she said, groaning happily and stretching her arms up. “I feel great. I feel...” She held her nose to the air, turning quizzically. “I smell cock.”
The young lesbian, transformed and sexualized, every facet of her lovely face designed to elicit arousal, turned away from the brunette beauty and opened the door to the party with one singular goal in mind—stuffing her body with as many cocks as possible.
The party was being held in a large dining hall decorated with glass cases containing strange artifacts that Morgan had never seen before. Mystic symbols decorated ancient ankhs and poles and plates, floating feathers flew high on long handcrafted weapons, and terrible masks loomed over them from high overhead.
Inside the party was, as Braddock said, an entire team of college basketball players with a full squad of their cheerleaders. These were the young athletes and beauties who had so quickly burned through Braddock's punch. There was no telling how he had gotten them here—but it wasn't as if college kids needed much of an excuse to find a place to drink and party and fuck.
Morgan saw that many of them still had their jerseys and outfits on, either not bothering to or not remembering to change after hearing the promise of participating in a wild orgy with the apexes of masculinity and femininity in their society.
They were already naked and rutting. Those that weren't had merely recently finished, or were about to begin again. Huge cocks of every color were wet with precum and pussy juices. Cheerleaders, tight-bodied and gorgeous with huge tits and wide fertile hips and teensy tiny waists were covered from every end in heavy, dense loads of cum.
Immediately, Colette fell on the cock nearest to her. It had just popped out of a cheerleader’s cunt, still spurting wildly impregnating seed, and Colette sucked it down like it was the sweetest bottle of nectar in the world. The black player suddenly finding himself sucked off by this incomparably hot platinum blonde high-fived a nearby teammate drilling a cheerleader’s ass from behind.
This was the first cock Colette had ever had in her body. The first cock that had ever shoved inside of her mouth, and she took it with as much skill as a fish to water, sucking expertly and driving the basketball player to distraction. Within moments of beginning, the drop-dead-gorgeous platinum blonde made the prospect of high-fiving or bragging anymore completely impossible because his body was overloaded with pleasure from her plump vibrating lips.
Morgan, at the sight of so much cock, tits, and ass, needed a taste for herself.
She put herself down on all fours in the middle of the room, sliding her skirt up at her waist and pushing down beneath her tits. Her heavy breasts dangled in the air, her tight, shiny ass exposed to every player in the room.
“Come and get it boys,” she said, smiling sultrily. “The water is fine.”
Immediately, every man not currently fucking a cheerleader—and several who were—lunged forward to stuff Morgan’s body.
Two men stood out immediately, pushing aside the others and quickly dominating their way to Morgan's cunt. One was tall and black, heavy muscles dripping with sweat. The other, Hispanic and lanky, but with an amazingly huge cock, grinned down at Morgan with lust.
“You ready for this, Greg?” asked the Hispanic.
“Shit yeah, Tomas” said Greg. “I want this ass more than any other here.”
She slipped over onto her back and pulled Tomas on top of her thick, buoyant tits. With ease, he ripped apart her blouse and the two of them quickly discovered that the gobs of precum he produced were perfect lubricant for fucking her tits.
His cock was so huge, in fact, that he could fuck the
massive pair she boasted and still land more than four inches of cock into her needy mouth. Her lips sucked down on his hard rod, suckling and pleading for his cum.
At the same time, Greg wrapped her legs up around his neck and started driving into Morgan's tight pussy. Even though she had been fucked by several men just a few nights before, her cunt was tighter than ever and more needy of cock than she had felt in her life. Greg's entrance into her body was welcome, filling her completely with his huge black cock in a way that she had never felt before. The thick shaft powered against her g-spot and filled her cunt all the way to the edge of her available space, almost perfectly designed for her cunt.
She moaned in bliss as orgasm after orgasm shook through her tight, tiny frame. There was only pleasure with cock inside of her. Their precum spilled into her, more than the loads of cum of normal men—but these athletes, so perfectly chiseled, were no longer normal men. They had been gifted with Braddock's elixir, and so even their precum was thick and syrupy...and delicious.
Tomas gripped her tits tight, holding the throttle on her with ease, and just from feeling his manly grip on her huge nipples alone, Morgan would have cum. That, in combination with the cock in her mouth and her cunt, made her every nerve alight with a symphony of excess.
Next to her, she could see Colette being fucked much the same way. She was on her hands and knees, being fucked in the ass by some massive white athlete while she blew another. The one behind her was fucking her so hard that she was sucking even harder on the cock in her mouth, being pushed up and down it by the piston-like thrusts into her behind.
The men knew that these women were cumming for them—cumming because of their cocks. There was no need to prolong the experience. It was entirely about their pleasure, entirely about getting off as soon as possible so that another could take their place. They held back nothing and emptied all their aggression and passion into these gorgeous women. All the other cheerleaders had suddenly become unfucked because of the gorgeous two invaders—the athletes only had eyes for Colette and Morgan now, and the cheerleaders were lucky if allowed even to stroke the cocks of the players to keep them hard.
When they emptied, in a perfect groupthink, they all emptied at once. Colette was showered with cum—and filled with it. The first cum to ever touch her body was at that very moment, spraying over her backside and filling her ass while another man filled her throat and tummy.
And for Morgan, Tomas jizzed all over her tits and mouth and face while Greg unloaded inside of her incredibly fertile womb with his precious white hot goo.
They all took a moment, breathing hard. There was a space of silence after the climax. Everything made sense. Everything was perfect. Every movement Morgan made, she felt more cum inside of her, and so she felt another orgasm frolic happily through her system.
She rolled over, covered in cum. Another man was approaching, tall and muscular and naked, and clearly ready to fuck. She saw Colette do the same.
“I need some cum in my cunt,” Colette moaned. “Nobody’s even tried to get me pregnant yet tonight.”
The men surrounding the two girls gave it their best shot.
* * * * *
Morgan woke the next morning on the lawn of the Braddock estate. She was by herself. The party was long over. There was no one around. Cool air ran over her mostly naked body and she tried to cover herself, much to no avail.
Her breasts, heavy and danging, felt foreign on her body. The long sheets of hair she possessed tangled in her limbs and her long legs felt stilt-like and strange. It took her several attempts to balance herself and stand, muddying herself more each time. She turned from one end of the yard to the other, searching for something, anything to cover herself with. Eventually she came across a blue plastic tarp set over some lawn equipment near a shed. It did nothing to block the cold, but at least it allowed her some dignity.
The day before she would have walked proudly with her naked body exposed.
Today, she knew that something was terribly wrong. She knew that all of this—all the sex, all the cock, all the pussy—was not what she truly wanted. She was a reporter, for god’s sake, and she had to get to the bottom of this.
A great pink fog had been lifted from her brain, receded back into the ether of primal nature from whence it came.
Braddock had changed her somehow, him and his elixir. It was unnatural. It was dangerous. Who knew what might have happened, thin busty girls like her and Colette and all those cheerleaders among so many manly, masculine basketball players and...and...
Why the fuck was she getting wet at the thought of all of that?
After much searching, she found her phone at the front door, pinning down a handwritten note.
Remember my offer. The body is gone after tomorrow. A normal life awaits you. Or, one of luxury, lust, and uninhibited desires for all of time, if you like. All it will take is one more dose.
- Braddock
Morgan set her jaw. This maniac had drugged her. He had...he had given her the time of her life, that was true, but he had drugged her.
She would get to the bottom of this, somehow. She would make it through the next few days, turn back to normal, and totally fuck up his plans.
How hard could it be?
She wrapped the tarp close around around her, dialing the number for a taxi. As she did, jolts of pleasure shot through her body—her supercharged lust-happy erogenous zones still existed, even if her mind wasn’t as completely obsessed with dick. She caught her gorgeous reflection in the window of Braddock’s house, and felt her fingers drifting toward her over-sized nipple, aching to touch herself just as the very sight of her new body.
Oh, she thought suddenly. This was going to be very hard.
# # #
Lust Party 3
In her dreams, she was gorgeous and admired. She walked down streets and made men cum with just a wink. Women stopped her and begged her to lick their pussies. The strongest men held her down in alleys and stuffed her full of their potent, alpha cum, probably getting her pregnant.
This was what she truly wanted.
This was what she deserved.
All thoughts of propriety, decency, went out the window. Any thought that she might have some normal, boring life was obliterated.
The closest to normalcy she would have would be to become the adoring, obedient housewife of some alpha stud. She would clean for him all day long in lingerie and cook his meals in high heels and stockings.
When he came home, she would be on her knees, mouth open and eyes closed, waiting for his cock to pound into her mouth. If she dressed hot enough, he would reward her with a throatfuck in the corner. And if she dressed truly hot enough, then he would reward her by throwing her to the bed and filling her cunt with another baby.
These were her dreams...the dreams brought on by the Lust Party, where dreams became reality.
* * * * *
Morgan woke, groggy and angry, in the cold of her apartment. She had taken to leaving the temperature low to save money. There was no guarantee, after all, that she would get her job back after her misfired attempt to seduce her boss.
Her phone buzzed—Colette again. No doubt desperate for sex, or for seduction, or for another Lust Party. But Morgan was done with all of that. She had quarantined herself successfully and she did not want to have to start from day zero.
The troubled beauty had gone three days. Three days without an orgasm. Three days without running off to the nearest Lust Party and giving herself up to it like she wanted to—needed to so badly.
Her body felt different, like she was going through withdrawal. Life felt...boring. Plain. Muted. Like someone had suddenly turned off all the color. Several days before, when she had been in the thick of the transformation, every last sensation was incredible because it was just another brick in the house of another orgasm.
There was no need to have an excuse for cumming—cumming was its own excuse.
She had watched over the last few days
as her body slowly regressed to normal. And what a disappointing normal it was.
Her bountiful curves became ever-less-bountiful. Her long, thick shiny mess of perfect hair fell out in waves, dissolving on the floor like sugar in water, and became her old, normal drab cut. Her face became slowly less sexualized, her eyes less bright and her lips losing their natural come-fuck-me gloss. The five inches in height she had gained slid away, vanished like leaves in the wind, and that hard-to-burn tummy fat that had vanished so effortlessly with Braddock’s elixir made its return with a stubborn resolve to never leave again.
In all, she was still an absolutely lovely—if particularly worn out, on this day—young woman. Just not the mouthwatering, jaw-dropping bombshell that she had been under the influence of the elixir. She took a turn in front of the mirror, trying to feel any glimmer of gratitude for having her old self back.
It was difficult. Elixir-Morgan, Bombshell-Morgan, had been a force of nature. She had been something...someone incredible.
And how many times in a person’s life could they say that they had been someone incredible?
Someone who could sprout boners with a mere wink, who could seduce all comers, who could wear any outfit and become a walking wet dream?
She took a breath, turning away from her reflection. If she looked at herself too long, she started having weird, half-hallucinatory visions of her “old” self, her former flawlessness mocking her, that soft, exotic breathy voice cooing how easy it would be to return to the way things were.
You'll love it, the voice would say. It will be so easy...so very easy. Just a little drinky, and poof! You're exactly what you should be again.
But Morgan wouldn’t allow it. She had been good for three days. If she could do it for that long, then she could do it for three weeks, and three months, and so on. She was normal again, and that was fine.
Yes, everything had returned to normal...except for her need to orgasm.
It wasn’t everything, this need. Not like it had been when she was fully under the effects of the elixir. But it was more present, always in her mind, always beckoning, calling, needing.
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