The Rakshasa s HeartChapter 4 The Rakshasa rsquo s Heart
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Every School Has One
By Zedd
Every school has one. A slut I mean. All through high school
there was this one girl who everyone knew would go all the way with you.
All you had to have was a dick. Actually, I heard all you had to be was
human. This girl would sleep with anyone. Teachers, boys, girls, etc. But I
digress.
Now I'm in college and of course, there's this one girl. A slut. Not
that I'm complaining mind you! Not me! I know the importance of letting
off a little steam, reducing one's stress level. Having sex is one of the
world's best ways to relax a person. A poet might even say it 'brightens a
cloudy day.' But when I met this girl was when my bright days became
cloudy! Let me tell you what happened to me!
I met Cindi at my dorm room when my roomy snuck her in for
some sex. Here was this hot looking chick, dressed for sex, snapping her
bubble gum like she was right out of a movie! Unfortunately for Tim, my
roomy, he collapsed on his bed in a dead drunken sleep, not to be woken
till sometime in the afternoon the next day. So here I was alone with this
girl, which delighted me to no end. She was a short 5'2" and weighed
around 110 or 115. I guessed her measurements at around 36-24-35 with
small but shapely tits. She had long blonde hair that reached the bottom of
her shoulder blades, and a cute face with rather exotic eyes and plump lips
just right for sucking a big cock like mine. Her clothes were the type she
could take on or off with simple ease. A black leather skirt just a couple of
inches below her crotch that showed great legs, and a buttoned red satin
blouse that molded itself to her conical tits erotically. Nude stockings and
a simple pair of 4" heels completed the outfit. Except for a little make up,
there was nothing else to her. No accessories or jewelry! She was actually
a petite thing which normally didn't attract much of my attention, but
seeing she was right here in front of me and willing to do anything I
wanted in order to get laid, how could I be picky. Of course, I'm no
smoothy as far as the ladies are concerned, but my score card is a bit better
off than most. I'm just above average in looks and brains, and the ladies
know a winner when they see it.
I checked on Tim then came back out to the little common room
between our bedrooms. This is where we party, watch TV, study or
whatever.
"My name's Jeff, by the way." She looked over her shoulder at me
with some interest, snapped a bubble at me, then turned back to the picture
on the wall, grinning. I grinned back, liking the way her ass looked.
I came up behind and wrapped my arms around her. "What are
you doing?" She asked me while snapping her gum loudly, the fruity
flavor filling my nose, and pushed me back. "I didn't say I'd fuck you."
"What do you mean? I thought you were ready to go!" I was
surprised really, cause I knew what she was and couldn't understand why
she would suddenly change her mind.
"You came here with Tim to fuck, well, he's not up for it." I
paused dramatically. "But I am." I said with as much sexual prowess as I
could muster while slipping my arm around her shoulder again.
"So you think since I'm a slut, you can fuck me anytime you
want?"
"Of course! That's what a slut is!" I really didn't know what the
problem was. She knew she was a slut, I knew she was a slut.
"Well, what if I don't feel like it right now?" Her words were said
with that female calculating tone I've heard in the past, right before some
bitch would rip me off about something. Cindi obviously thought I wasn't
up to her standards! Or maybe she was trying to charge me like she was a
prostitute of something!
"I don't think it matters." I told her straight up. "You came here
looking for a big cock, and I've got one to offer." My hands took her by
the shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss, my mouth already eager for her
strawberry lipstick. She muffled some protest for a few minutes but
calmed down then, kissing me back for all she was worth. She may be a
little uppity for a slut, but she sure could kiss like a pro!
I broke for air, but not before her tongue had pushed her gum into
my mouth. Now I had the fruity flavor. I just looked at her while I
mechanically began chewing. She, on the other hand, was all smiles as she
grabbed my hand and led me down to the couch.
"Now that's more like it." I said. I smiled while encircling my
arms around her again. She snuggled into me and we began to kiss again
but with more passion this time.
My hand rubbed her stomach as we kissed then began to go
higher. Soon I was massaging her breasts through her silky bra, her
nipples hot and hard. Her tongue seemed to have a life of its own as she all
but raped my mouth. Her hands were rubbing my pants and crotch, sliding
and grabbing my cock through the denim.
"MMMmmmmmm!" She moaned to me through the kiss before
breaking it. "I know you said you had a big cock, but I didn't know it was
THIS big?!" She asked while rubbing the swollen lump in my jeans! I
snapped a fruity bubble in my mouth.
"It's all for you, baby." I muttered while unbuttoning her blouse.
Her bra was a silky red number that barely contained her smooth tits. I
liked it when women wear sexy lingerie!
"Good." She purred while caressing me. "I think I'm going to
have fun with it." She turned to me then and asked. "You don't mind, do
you?"
"Hell! Why should I mind? If you want it, take it!" I smiled
broadly and waited for her to unzip my jeans. Instead, she got up and
proceeded to leave.
"Where are you going?" I asked, completely surprised by her
complete turn-around.
"I've got what I need. Thanks for giving me a way out, too." She
said as she opened the door and left. "What the hell . . . " I got up intent on
going after her when suddenly I felt dizzy and had to sit back down or fear
falling on my face. The dizziness passed after what seemed like a minute
or two leaving me feeling tired. I had no idea what had caused it, maybe
working too hard on my studies, or playing too much football, but I guess
I was pushing my body too hard lately. I decided to let Cindi go after all
and work on my paper. It was due in another week anyway. I snapped a
particularly large bubble and sat at my desk.
I worked the rest of the day when, that night, there was a knock at
the door. Probably one of our buddies telling us about a party! I opened it
only to see a courier holding a box in one hand and a clipboard in another.
"I've got a delivery for a Cindi here." He looked at me for a few
seconds before continuing. "There isn't any last name. Just Cindi." I was
thinking, Tim really had it hard for this chick to try and have her move in
with him. Of course, he didn't ask me about it. If anyone knew how to get
a hold of her, it would be Tim. Maybe She's playing him for some money
or something.
"She's not here at the moment. I'll sign." I said taking the clip and
scratching my name quickly. I handed him his clip back and took the box,
noting the weight of something heavy, and smiled my thanks. He looked at
his clipboard for a second as he turned to go and smirked at me like there
was something funny.
"What's so funny?" I asked, slightly irritated. "Nothing man. It's
just that you signed her name. That's Okay though. Whatever turns you
on." He turned and left leaving me feeling totally puzzled. I didn't sign her
name. Did I?
I closed the door and proceeded to open the box. I doubt very
much I'll be seeing that chick again in the near future anyway. I figured
what was inside was just clothing. I dumped them out on the old, ratty sofa
and discovered there was nothing surprising to be found. Just a complete
set of girls clothes! One bra, size 36 B, a pair of matching panties, size 5, a
pink T-shirt and a pair of sexy looking jeans. The shoes were exotic
though, a pair of 4" silver heels covered in little pink hearts! Even looking
at this stuff gave me a woody, imagining the body that filled them!
I picked up a pair of panties, hot pink with lace around the
waistband, and felt how smooth and sexy they were. They practically
oozed sex! Well what was I going to do with all this stuff anyway?
Actually, it was Tim's problem not mine.
Just then I saw an envelope taped to the bottom of the box with
my name on it! What in the world! I ripped it open and scanned the text
expecting some crazy threat coming at me!
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Dearest Tim,
I thank you for releasing me from my exile of the human race, of
which I had existed for the last seven years. I had voluntarily placed
myself, due to my nature, in a selfish and self-serving position, in which,
when the time finally came where I had matured sufficiently, someone
such as you would come and take my place. I realize you have no idea of
which I speak of, at least not yet. I cannot give you any clue as to your
current predicament, or give any advice in order to help you in your
future, as it will cause my own position to fall back, as dictated by the
powers that control these things. My only joy is knowing how much more
of a human being you will become once your imprisonment is finished.
The length of which is set only by the fates that guide your personal being.
The only thing I can tell you is your own likes and dislikes will affect your
being, so don't be too shallow. Farewell, and thanks for the big cock.
Cindi
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I sat on my couch, totally confused as to what was happening.
Why would this chick send me all her slut clothes? And what in the world
was she talking about? I looked at the letter, then all the silky things next
to me, but couldn't figure it out. I guess she just lost it, and I wasn't the
one to worry about it.
I needed to get back to my paper so got up. That's when I really
started feeling weird! Not bad mind you. Actually pretty good, just really
different than I've ever felt before! I stood there trying to figure it all out
when a strand of blonde hair fell across my vision. At first I just brushed it
aside, too engrossed in my thinking, when I realized I didn't have long
blonde hair. It was short and dark brown! I felt the top of my head and
knew somehow my hair was growing at an unbelievable rate, and turning
blonde! I rushed into the bedroom to my mirror and gasped at my
reflection!
Unbelievably, I watched in the mirror as my hair cascaded down
around my head, growing and shifting color from dark brown to blonde
like magic! It grew and grew until it almost reached the middle of my
back! What could have done this?!
Then I noticed my face was starting to change as well! I couldn't
watch, yet, try as I might, I couldn't tear my gaze away either! I was
terrified yet enthralled at the same time! My face smoothed some, my
cheekbones raising and nose shrinking and changing its shape somewhat
until I had a cute one! My eyes seemed to enlarge, then shocked me as
they changed color from my brown to a warm blue! This was really
freaking me out!
I staggered out into the common room and flung myself onto the
pile of clothes on the couch. I didn't care if Cindi would get pissed at me
for wrinkling them. She shouldn't have sent them here to start with!
I lay there for several minutes, feeling my body contort and shift,
afraid to look down at it then. I could feel my clothing becoming very
loose and baggy on me. I didn't know what was happening yet, but I could
figure out I was changing into girl. I got that at least from watching my
face in the mirror. In fact, now that I think of it, that face looked awfully
familiar to me just then. I remembered seeing that face earlier today in
fact!
"Cindi!" I screamed as I jerked myself up and ran into my room to
the mirror, my clothing threatening to trip me at any second! I couldn't
even see my hands for crying out loud! I screeched to a stop in front of my
mirror and gasped in terror!
The whole letter I found, the box of her clothes, and her strange
words earlier suddenly making some sort of sick sense! I had become her!
In another minute the whole transformation was complete. I stood
staring into the mirror, not really believing what I saw, but unable to look
away or disbelieve either. I was now Cindi. The huge clothes that fit me
well a matter of moments ago, now hung like so many blankets,
smothering the curves that tempted me only hours ago.
I had no idea what I was going to do now. Who was going to
believe what happened to me? I could hide out here, sure, but what could I
wear?
Suddenly, I knew that all the clothes that would fit this body were
sitting out on the couch and lying on the floor. It was as if this whole thing
had been planned from the start! God! Could I do that?
Arguments and counter arguments ran swiftly through my brain,
each possessing excellent points on what to do, where to go, who to talk
to, and lastly, where to find the real Cindi. I guess I should call myself
Cindi for now. She's been all over this campus so somebody's bound to
recognize her. Instantly my eyes went wide with real fright and my hands
clutched the loose shirt in front, jiggling the breasts beneath! Everyone
knew Cindi was nothing but a slut! I was a slut! How could I avoid trouble
like that?
Walking back, I sorted through the clothes that Cindi sent.
Somehow she knew what was going to happen. I would have to find her
before anything else and convince her to change me back.
Shucking out of my clothes, I picked out the satiny bra and panty
and slipped into them, the bra giving me few problems. The pert smallish
breasts resting very comfortably inside the satin cups. I then began
slipping the pair of jeans that were skin tight with strategic holes
throughout up my legs I actually had to wriggle and pull in order to get
them up past my hips! I finally buttoned them and walked around, amazed
I had gotten into them, only to realize that the seam ran right through my
crotch and tended to rub that area whenever I moved! The jeans were skin
tight and showed everything this body had to a magnificent degree, except
that rubbing was really getting to me. I almost felt like I was getting
horny!
Next, I slipped what I thought was a simple pink, T-shirt over my
head, only to discover it fell short, exposing my midriff and hugged the
breasts enticingly. Absently, I unbuttoned a few buttons that were there
and showed a bit more cleavage. I pulled my hair out of the back of the
shirt and reached for the only pair of shoes that were there. The pair of 4"
silver stiletto heels that had little pink hearts on them. I giggled at how
cute they looked.
Something was wrong to me then. I stopped and looked around,
unable to put my finger on exactly what it was. I was here for a reason,
that much I knew, but couldn't remember exactly what that reason was.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door that frightened me! I
jumped with nervousness, only to scream at myself to get a grip. I went to
open it, only to find a tall, good-looking guy standing there. He looked
familiar to me somehow.
"Sorry. I lost my key." He said as he walked in past me grinning. I
looked at him hard, his face reminding me strongly of someone else I
knew, but couldn't place. He obviously knew me.
"Hi sexy. You look really hot. Obviously, you think so too,
otherwise you would've made some changes." I merely looked at him, not
comprehending a single word he said.
"Do you know what your name is?" he asked nicely. I nodded
once then swallowed hard. "Yes. It's Cindi." Cindi? Was that right? I tried
to remember what was happening, and to understand why there was this
fantastic hammering inside my head.
"That's right!" He laughed. "Cindi." He looked at me playfully
then, studying what I was wearing, undressing me with his eyes. For some
reason it was making me hot!
"Cindi the slut." I gasped! It was true! I was a slut. I loved to have
all sorts of sex, with just about anybody! I drew the line at old folks
though. They made me kind of sick to my stomach. Wait! Was I Cindi? I
seem to remember differently. I looked at this guy who only smiled, and
wondered why I seemed so drawn to him. Not in a sexual way, though I
wouldn't turn him down, but in another way I couldn't fathom. I recalled
working on a paper earlier.
I snapped my head up at him, my eyes going wide with
realization, my finger pointing accusingly.
"That's right. I'm Jeff. And now, you're me!" He smirked the last,
and my body began to tremble. "I think very soon now you're going to
really make yourself at home inside there."
"What do you mean?" I asked with a shaking voice. That was the
first time I had said anything, and was shocked to hear it come out so soft
and sexy, even though I was terrified beyond belief!
"Just that, when I became Cindi, my body changed to fit my own
image of what a perfect sex bomb should look like. Course, I said as much
in the letter." I glanced at the letter sitting on the small table.
"Now what?" I was scared, but for some reason the crotch of my
jeans kept riding up and giving me fits, almost massaging me! I was wet
and heating up fast. Even my nipples were rock hard!
"Now you're Cindi, and I'm Jeff. In the future, when you've
become a better person like I have, then someone else will become Cindi.
It's that simple." He looked at me and sighed. Not in a sexual way, but in
a sort of sad way. Perhaps there was a little relief in there also.
"Someone else?" I asked, afraid if what I was hearing was actually
the truth, yet some deep part in my gut told me it was. He nodded before
speaking again.
"I can't really go into any detail without being punished. I mean,
that's what's happening to you."
"Me?" I prodded my own chest with a finger. He nodded only
once.
"That's right. You. So, if you don't mind. I hate to be rude, but
I've got a paper due in less than a week and I need to get working." He
stood and gestured for the door with one hand and guided me to it with the
other.
"Wait. What am I going to do? Where am I going to go? You
can't just. . . "
"Yes. I can. Besides, you've got your own place. Remember?" He
asked with a final push out the door before shutting it. I heard the lock
click, sealing me outside.
Other place? My own place? Suddenly my mind filled with the
image of a small apartment not far from here. And I knew I hadn't cleaned
it for a few days!
I started walking promptly towards my home while mentally
clicking things on my fingers that I knew I needed to pick up. Detergent,
soap, bread, milk and a few other things.
Was it my home? New home? Something still nagged at the back
of my head, like a constant ache. I slowed my clicking of my heels, they
were my favorite, and gazed at myself as I stood in the hallway of the
dorm house. I looked at my feet, legs, hips, and everything else about me
and realized how in the world I could have ever gone out looking like I did
right then!
Instantly my body began to stretch itself towards a new height,
clothing and all going along for the ride, until I had attained my new
height of 5' 8" tall. A vast improvement over the short shit I was! My
thighs swelled out rounder and healthier while my hips widened greatly,
stretching the pants wondrously, until I had achieved the womanly kind of
hips I thought most men loved the most. Real Baby makers I called them!
Then my waist shrank a little bit more, losing only a couple of inches at
most, until there began a stark comparison between my hips and waist. My
tummy also protruded ever so slightly outward in a very sexy sort of
roundness. My shoulders became a tad bit wide for a girl of my general
build and height, but I believed a certain width of shoulders on a woman
portrayed a strong sense of strength and vitality. My breasts then began
swelling beneath my T-shirt, larger and rounder, gaining just a bit of sag
and softness as they went. The bra also grew with it, transforming from a
soft satin into the strong nylon under-wire that a girl with really big
breasts like me needed. The simple one hook in back became five hooks in
as many seconds! My breasts swelled bigger, the slopes of softness
pushing together and rising towards my flushing face as I watched, until
finally I had reached what I thought to be the perfect size. The T-shirt, as
it had also grown, still fit snug, outlining the 38 GG bra underneath. Of
course, the bra was a cup size too small for the express purpose of pushing
my huge melons together in an enticing manner. I giggled as I realized that
my thumb-sized nipples could still be seen poking out through my bra,
even as tight as it was.
Twisting around as best I could to catch a glimpse of my own ass,
I clucked to myself, knowing it wouldn't attract anything as it was.
Instantly my ass began to enlarge, each cheek rounding outwards, until it
had become the counterbalance to my spectacular chest!
The final piece of restoration was my head, though cute as it was,
it would never win me any contests. My cheeks filled out a tad, my nose
straightened slightly, my eyes became larger and rounder until they
resembled the eyes of the exotic sorcerer who tried to lure men to their
doom with the promise of sex! The lashes lengthened and darkened,
giving me a sultry, slutty look of someone wearing too much mascara. My
upper lip puffed out while my lower inflated dramatically, giving me the
appearance of someone who liked to suck on popsicles far too much! They
then were covered in deep, shiny red lipstick. I smiled and laughed,
imagining anyone looking at me would no doubt believe I was the pouty
cocksucker I resembled. The joke was that I actually was a pouty
cocksucker!
I pursed my lips, imagining how they looked, and blew kisses
about, excited at seeing the expression of the guys as they saw what a real
slut looked like. Of course, one last thing needed to be done. My hair! I
ran my now 2" deep, red nails through my hair, watching it as it grew and
cascaded about me in deep golden curls, until they dangled just above my
incredibly curving, jutting ass!
Now I was ready!
I laughed at the world and walked out of the dorm, past a few guys
who promptly walked into each other as they ogled me. I teased them even
more by wiggling my scrumptious ass at them as I walked away. I needed
to clean that apartment of mine before I picked out another lucky guy.
Honestly, I don't know what I had been doing up to now. I never
like to live like a slob, yet I was. What would the guys say about me if
they saw how filthy I lived? I've got to keep my reputation intact if I want
to stay popular! Of course, most men really don't care if my apartment
was trashed or not. With them it's all about the sex! It's the females and
teachers I would later seduce that would notice. Especially the female
instructors! They tend to be the most observant about the little details. I
have to have a clean apartment, otherwise they won't give this little slut a
passing grade! And I get so few passing grades! Sometimes I think all the
instructors are failing me to keep me from leaving. I sometimes believe
they fail me because I'm such a slut. Well hell, maybe I am! I mean, if I
wasn't a slut, then somebody else would be! It's always like that ya know.
Everywhere you go, there's always a slut.
Every school has one.
The End.
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