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I know somebody is going to ask me the question of why I'm on
this streak of dark endings so far. I really don't know. Just in
the mood. Enjoy.
The Popular Girl
By Wolverine
I lay with my legs open as my former best friend turned lover
pumped away at my wet slit. I want to tell you my story. I hope
you enjoy.
***
I'll start with a little back story on the situation. My name was
Jason Christmas. I was a senior at Arelyn V. Carley Memorial High
School until things got weird, before I started transforming.
There was this girl...no, woman...dammit she makes me call her
that. Her name was Ashley Chrighton. She was perfect in all
aspects. Exotic face, from some Latin descent. 5'11", nice ass,
perfect B-cup tits. On top of that, she made near perfect grades
and was involved in dancing. Everyone loved her. Then one tragic
night, she died.
Ashley was out partying with all the hot football players and
breakdancing punks. The night grew late and the party died out,
so everyone went to their respectful rides home and left. Ashley
got caught with a football player who had a little too much to
drink. To make the even longer story shorter, they crashed into a
tree, killing both of them. A dark mood swept across the school
as the news hit. Everyone mourned and showed their respects and
it was over.
***
I enter the story a week later. I was one of those people who
isn't really a jock or nerd. I just sat in the middle of the
social spectrum. I was 6' exact and slight bit overweight. I
wasn't that bad looking, but not that good looking. I had some
popular friends, but then I had no love life either. Masturbation
was my only relief from the pressures of high school. As sick as
it sounds, this is important to my story.
So a week after her death, I start noticing the strange things.
One morning I woke up in the dining room after falling asleep in
my bedroom. I would've passed it off as sleep walking, but I was
totally nude instead of wearing the normal boxers I wear to bed.
My left hand and crotch were wet as though I had been using my
left instead of right hand to jerk off. A magazine with male
models in briefs lay in front of me on the table. I got scared
and grabbed the magazine and threw it in the trash and ran for my
room, finding my boxers along the way and pulling them back on.
They felt a bit stretched and didn't fit in the right places. At
that moment, I didn't care, I just went to bed to wait for my
alarm to go off in two hours.
The next day went pretty normally. Only one odd thing happened
and compared to the past one, it was pretty minor. My best friend
(yeah, the guy from the beginning of our story), Marty, and I
were sitting at lunch, chatting about nothing, when I reached up
and started absent-mindedly twisting my hair. Marty barely
noticed till I let out a couple of girly giggles when he talked
about Ben Affleck.
"You okay?" he asked. I just giggled again and nodded.
"Of course, silly. I was just thinking how cute he is," I
replied. Marty just stared at me. After a few minutes I
registered what was going on and pulled my hand away from my
hair. We ate in silence for the rest of lunch, avoiding eye
contact.
The rest of the day went normal, but after school the weirdness
started up again and our path was locked. Marty was coming home
with me, so we started the short walk back to my house. We
discussed college and our futures. He was going to Harvard to
study law, an achievement that left my pathetic community college
plans in the dust. Then out of nowhere, just as we were reaching
my house, I tackled Marty into the bushes and kissed him! At that
moment I was horny as hell and I wanted Marty bad. Marty was
peaceful for a few seconds out of shock, but then he punched me.
This brought me back to who I really was. Marty was pissed.
"What the hell was that?!!" he roared. I just looked dumbfounded
at him. I didn't know what had come over me.
"I don't...don't know. I just wanted to fuck you. Oh God that's
sick," I said disgustedly.
"You're possessed! Your face man, it changed on me for a second."
I felt horror run through me. I had to tell Marty, he was the
only one who'd believe me and maybe help me. I explained what had
happened the other night while Marty merely nodded.
"So I think something's possessing me when I'm not concentrating.
I don't know what to do." I started crying.
"I think you've got some sort of mental problem. Split-
personalities or something. You need to see a doctor, man."
Suddenly, I was angry beyond words at Marty. I jumped up and
started walking away.
"I knew you wouldn't understand me!" I ran off into my house,
leaving Marty confused as ever.
***
Inside my room, I was storming. I wasn't exactly angry at Marty
any more, that had been just a burst of emotion. Now, something
was happening to me and my mind was spinning. I paced around my
room, feeling sharp bursts of pain and anger through my body.
Then, one emotion shot through me, I needed to get laid. At that
moment, my whole body was filled with pain. I gasped and went to
the floor. I felt hair sliding down my cheeks and a slight weight
growing on my chest. I screamed as my face felt like it was
stretching and wriggling. In the mirror by my closet, I saw
myself morphing. I rolled over onto my side as my waist shrunk
several sizes and my hips spread, becoming a perfect little
heart. A tingling feeling spread up my legs and into my crotch. I
looked down and saw my legs becoming smoother and smaller and
tanner. The tingling in my crotch turned to intense pain. I felt
my manhood withdrawing and being replaced by something else, an
emptiness. I wriggled on the ground as my bones crunched into
place and my internal organs locked into their new places. My
mind was barely my own anymore either. I was truly possessed, but
now I was thinking like the possessor instead of the possessed. I
willed my breasts to grow and I sighed in delight as my new
opening became fully formed. I was Ashley now and I loved it. The
transformation stopped and Ashley got up where I once lay. I
black out here.
***
I woke up in my Marty's closet the next morning, my loins feeling
like something had stabbed me several times there. At least I was
back to being me. As that registered, I jumped up from the closet
floor to see the door barricaded from the other side. Forgetting
that I was completely nude, I ran over to the door and pounded,
hoping Marty would hear me. He did and told me to be quiet.
"Marty, it's me, Jason. What'd she do?" I asked.
"Oh, ummm, Jason, yeah, it was horrible. She...you...she came
over here a couple hours after you ran off. My parents nearly had
a heart attack. She had nothing but these tight, biking shorts
and a small child's top on, asking to see me. They let you in,
and you came up here. Dammit, you looked so much like Ashley
Crighton, it scared me. I thought her ghost had come for me," he
explained. I looked over and saw the clothes he had indicated
ripped on the floor next to where I had awoken. A sudden rush of
exhaustion hit me. I fell to the ground.
"Why am I so weak? And why does my crotch feel like it got
stabbed?" The realization that Marty might have done something
with me while Ashley was in control sent me into a rage. "You
didn't! Did you have sex with me?" Marty didn't answer for a bit.
"No, no man. I just knew it was you after I got over the shock. I
fought her off and tricked her into the closet. She moaned all
night pleasuring herself. I knew it couldn't be Ashley at that
point. She might have been around, but she had standards and
neither of us fit into. Can you remember anything?" I tried, but
all I found was the feeling of the transformation and then a
brief something that I couldn't quite make out.
"No, not really. I'm hungry. I think that transformation or her
sexual activity has tired me out. I'm about to pass out too. How
long ago did the moaning stop?"
"I don't know. I fell asleep last night after, I'm sorry to say,
masturbating to her calls. And when I woke up, she was sounding
exhausted but she still kept going. No wonder you're tired. I
don't know what's happening to you."
"Me either." I said it half awake. Then I passed out.
***
I woke up again a few hours later in Marty's bed under the
covers. An empty soup bowl lay beside me on his table. Thank God
for Marty. He probably saved me by forcing that down.
"Isn't this fun?" a voice chimed from somewhere unseen. I looked
around, no one was around.
"Who's there?"
"Me." It came from my lips and I had for a few moments been the
person behind it. "Isn't this just fun? We're getting cared for
by a big, strong man. And now we can have a little girl to 'girl'
chat."
"Stop that. Just talk to me in my head. I don't want to feel like
you." I suddenly loved being a woman. And the warmth growing
between my legs told me I enjoyed even the finest aspects of it.
"Of course I do. I just love fucking every guy that comes my
way." I shook my head clear. It made me shudder to think about
what she was making me think and say. I knew it was only a matter
of time before she forced herself entirely on me and I'd love
being her and fucking to my heart's content.
"Stop it. Who are you? You definitely aren't Ashley." The
feelings took me over again. I started willing my body to
develop. I needed my body instead of this icky boy one. If I
could just stick a dick in between my legs I'd be in heaven.
"Of course I'm Ashley. I'm very horny, but Ashley nonetheless." I
pulled up the memories of what had happened.
***
As I (Ashley) floated away from my body, my beautiful, lush body,
I refused to move on. I was having too much fun here. So I looked
for a new body to house me until I wound up just flying into
someone at random. It was some guy named Jason. I'd heard of him
when I was still alive, but not much. I housed myself in his
subconscious, merging myself with a piece of his mind. And slowly
I grew into the sexual beast that could take control. I loved my
new personality and was appalled at how much I hadn't appreciated
sex in life.
***
I took control back from Ashley and curled up into a ball. I
could feel a change building up in me and I knew I wanted it to
happen. Ashley was part of my mind, my sex drive. She had gotten
so powerful with her one single goal. Fuck everything that moved.
And I knew her persona was growing in mine. I felt so weak
compared to her. I started to sob. But I stopped when I realized
how stupid it was to cry about this. I loved being a woman!
And with that thought, my transformation began. I moaned and
arched my back as my hips once again took shape. I could feel
things around me feeling softer and my skin becoming more
sensitive to them. Every little change fascinated me. I willed it
all. I wanted to be me and not this icky boy. Pleasure shot
through me as I pushed my breasts out. They were sooooooo
perfect. That thought made me giggle and twist my growing hair
with my dainty little hands. The fat from my boy body ran into my
boobs and into my wondrous ass, filling me with pleasure. I
needed a penis everywhere. The one my boy body had was gone now,
becoming its rightful organ in me. As I finished my
transformation, I screamed and giggled with glee and sexual
ecstasy. I was Ashley.
***
I woke up as Jason days later I'm assuming. But I can't really
say I was completely Jason anymore. Parts of me yearned to be
female again. The temptation wasn't great enough just yet, but I
knew after a few more transformation, this form would be a shell
for her mind...er me.
I didn't know who'd I'd be from one moment to the other, she
didn't need to tempt me, she just altered my mind, or soul, or
being, or whatever you call it so I was her. I wanted to break
down where I had woken up at. I was in the middle of a pile of
guys at what looked like had been a party. I was exhausted and
hungry. I needed to refill like I knew I'd have to from
transformation. Good thing was, she couldn't take me over like
this. I pulled myself out of the middle of the guys, nude once
again. I prayed they wouldn't wake up to find a nude guy they had
been fucking.
I stumbled into the kitchen and crammed whatever food I could
into my mouth. It was the greatest feeling I'd ever felt. I could
feel my hunger disappearing, though I knew my hunger in another
mouth would be even greater than this. I didn't care at the time,
I was starving.
After filling my stomach with food, I went into the bathroom and
collapsed. I was half awake. Where was Marty? How had he let me
get here? When would I become her again? I was starting to
remember parts of being her. It was like being extremely drunk. I
know at the time everything I did felt perfect, but now I felt
stupid and sick. I had let 12 guys fuck me at once. It seemed
impossible, but unfortunately it was possible and I remembered
every last moment of it.
But it all felt good. I loved the taste of a penis after it had
just exited my vagina. I had the tastiest juices ever. No wonder
the guys fought to eat me out. I giggled at how watching their
hot bodies rub against each other made me horny. My penis stood
up. Ewww. I was still a boy. But I needed sex then, and it would
be no worse than giving a hand job. I wished I could taste it
though. I grabbed my cock and started jerking as thoughts of even
larger ones penetrating me filled my head. I wanted to feel the
pain of passion. And my dream lover would pump into me with his
godly member. I came after a short bit of masturbating.
This snapped me out of my little daze and I puked into the trash
can beside me. She wasn't forcing me to think that way anymore.
It was just natural now to fluctuate between male and female
sexuality. I felt my spine start to arch and hair start to slide
down my face. I braced myself for the inevitable personality
shift.
But it didn't come. I started transforming like I had in the very
beginning. Not that it was any more pleasant. Every little shift
of a body part caused pain to shoot through my entire body. I
almost prayed to become her so I could enjoy the sensations of
becoming a woman as opposed to this intense pain. Nevertheless, I
pulled my transforming body to its feet and brought myself to the
mirror. I stared into it, wanting to see the beast emerge. I was
still obviously Jason, but my hair was her shoulder length and my
skin was definitely softer looking. I could see my face starting
to take on a more exotic look, burning with every change. I
braced myself as my breasts started to push outward. I placed my
long-nailed, dainty hands on the edges of the sink and arched my
back even more inward as my hips spread and my waist drastically
shrunk, sending the fatty deposits to my chest and ass. I groaned
as my ass and breasts swelled at the same time. My penis was
shrinking and soon had withdrawn to add to the inner turmoil. My
reflection was practically hers, and I was starting to get turned
on. I was developing her sex drive, which ironically was
originally mine too. I fought as hard as I could to resist the
entrance and the hunger growing down below.
And then, at the worst possible moment, Marty showed up. He was
grinning.
"Yes, yes, hurry up now. We've got a big date," he said. That
bastard! He was using my other side for cheap personal pleasure.
I had to...I couldn't finish my thought that way.
My mind drastically changed at that moment. I gave into my sex
drive and reached into myself, causing my breasts to jump up to
almost their normal cup size. I was stuck between Jason and
Ashley. I was so horny, but he was a bad man and I had to...love
him! I embraced the changes fully and became Ashley once again as
he placed his hand on my chest and squeezed, sending shivers down
my spine.
***
I came back as Jason again even later this time. One month had
passed. And in this month, Marty and Ashley had vowed their
bodies to one another several times. I could remember all of them
crystal clear. I'm mostly Ashley now. Part of me desperately
fights to be Jason again, but he's just a silly boy, while I'm a
beautiful flower about to bloom for good.
I have one last transformation before I say goodbye to this silly
boy forever. His parents think he died in a car accident same as
me. I was with Marty, who would be a lawyer one day. I had all
the support I needed. And all I had to do was fuck him whenever
he craved it. I loved sex with him and I'm always happy to oblige
for my man.
So now I've eaten and refueled for this transformation. I'm about
to be free again. Marty loves it when I invite other men and
women over for orgies. He loves to experiment. Makes the last bit
of intelligence I have from Jason wonder why he never became a
scientist.
It doesn't matter now. I'm transforming for the last time as
Marty pumps in and out of me. It turns him on to watch the last
bit of manhood flow out of me and become a delicate treasure. I
love my man. And I love being the popular girl.
Vicky
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