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Attack! Of the psychic panties!
This is part 3 of the story, but if you like it, please feel free to
write your own "psychic panties" story. All I ask is that you follow the
basic premise, and have the words 'psychic panties' have an exclamation
point (!) in the title. I am planning on writing a few of these with
different panties that do different things, assuming I get feedback from
this one, there will be more. So if you like this, or have ideas for
other stories, drop me a line at [email protected] and put "attack!"
In the subject line.
Thanks! Mya
In our last episode:
Discovering the panties that he stole weren't just pretty, they were
transformative! In an angry phone call, his girlfriend, monica told him
that she knew he stole the 'psychic panties'. Although she eluded to some
other things (that she was from a kinky, modified female obsessed
culture, and that the panties would eventually turn him into a slutty
bimbo slave play doll), ed was too busy: he discovered he could be
anything-- curvy blonde asian super-hung hermaphrodite to start... A
mysterious stranger calling himself Mark, was at his door. Feeling some
attraction, they started having sex. Teasing her, mark called Ed,
'Noelle'-- monica's name for ed when she feminized him. Soon Ed/Noelle
began to change into a bootylicious soul sista... But still, who was
mark? How did the panties work?
Attack! Of the psychic panties!...Part 3!
She had never sucked a dick before, and it was heavenly. It was so hot.
The temperature-- it was warm. She hadn't expected that. It's firmness
shocked her too. He shoved her head firmly into his cock as far as it
would go. He could smell the muskiness of his pubic hair. Another wave of
shivers. She instantly fell in love with the smell. Before she could
think, her mouth started to gag. He held her face steady. Her throat
pushed back so firmly, her eyes watered. She gagged again, gasping for
air thru her nostrils.
"No cheating, slut." Mark said angrily, plugging her nose. She struggled
to breathe. Her hands against his legs, she clawed at him. She could hear
him laughing as she fought. His cock jumped. It was a spasm. A warm,
sharp salty taste filled her mouth and throat. For a second, between her
gagging, she enjoyed it. As she passed out she thought...
Wow. I made him come....
When ed/Noelle came to, she noticed that she was in a cab wearing an
extremely large overcoat that seemed to be growing. Either that or she
was shrinking. Ouch.... She thought. My head feels like 1000 hangovers.
There was a chemical scent beneath her nose. She was drugged!
To her left mark sat calmly. "Ah, good," he said, "you're waking up.
Don't panic."
Underneath her overcoat she felt a growing volume. Ruffles? She thought.
She quickly tried to unbutton her coat. It was more difficult than it
should be. Then it dawned on her why. She was maybe 13 years old. How did
she end up like this? Under her coat was a dress with voluminous
petticoats beneath it, and mary janes on her feet. "How come..." Ed was
freaked out. He sounded like a 13 year old. Had she been getting younger
all this time? He forced himself to finish the question, "How come..."
she croaked, "I'm a child?"
Mark leaned over to whisper in her ear, as if he was telling her a
secret.
"The panties work off of sexual energy. At first you have your fantasies,
and the panties work off of that. They let you become whatever you want.
But the longer you keep them on, the less say you have in the matter,"
Mark continued. "You begin to become whatever the person with the
strongest energy wants you to be. In groups, you become an amalgamation
of those around you. Kind of a sexual popularity vote. You know what vox
popoli means, right? Voice of the people? You become sex popoli."
"What if I don't want to? What if I don't feel like..." Ed/Noelle's voice
broke.
"You don't have a say in the matter. Not anymore. Weren't you listening
when I talked to you on the phone?" Mark shot Noelle a dirty look.
Suddenly it dawned on ed/Noelle who mark was. He...was she. Monica. His
girlfriend. His mind was racing. Was this the real her? Was monica
wearing the underwear when they were together? Ed/Noelle felt sick, or
vertigo at the very least. Noelle whispered, "I-I was..."
"You were playing with those huge tits you had when I came in the door,
weren't you?" Mark/Monica said accusatorially. Noelle hung her head in
shame.
Monica continued, "I tried to tell you. I had a pair of play panties like
the ones I'm wearing. They have the bonding feature deactivated. Look,
your panties are like a drug. At first you control them, but the longer
you have them on, the more you want to be what the panties want-- i.e.
whatever the person or people around you with the strongest sexual energy
want. Giving into the panties is like a high. Soon you can't do without
it. But here is the thing-- after a while they turn you into an object.
You exist pretty much to be...well, fucked."
Monica/mark put her hand on top of Noelle's tiny hand. He kind of felt
sorry for her. Even though she knew ed/Noelle was an adult, she still
looked like a little girl. It didn't help matters that her little eyes
started to well up and cry. Mark frowned sympathetically. He knew that
the panties weren't just visual, she was emotionally and physically a
teen. He hugged her tight, and tried to break the bad news to her gently.
"You can only have panties on for 4 hours if you have sex. Any longer and
they start to bond. Otherwise you go into a kind of hybernation/
paralysis. On the upside, your life span has quadrupled, and you'll
always look young....Unless," he smirked, "someone is looking to screw
grandma or santa claus."
Mark/monica was hoping the little joke would lighten the mood. It did the
opposite. Noelle started to bawl.
"Aww, sweetie." It was Monica's voice coming thru Mark's body. I wish you
had listened when I called you. That's why I came over. But by the time
you opened the door..."
"It was too late," sniffed Noelle, trying to wipe the tears from her
flush cheeks.
It start to fully dawn on her. She would always be this way. In all
honesty it was horrifying. Horrible. Some fantasy. This was a nightmare,
and she just wanted to get away. She withdrew from mark/monica and looked
out the window. She started to feel as if she was being suffocated. The
car slowed at a light, and without thinking, she opened the door and ran
as fast as she could. Before she had reached the alley and rounded it,
her petticoats had started to disappear, replaced by skin tight jeans, a
string bikini top, motorcycle boots, and long, dirty black sixties style
hair, and tattoos. By the time got to the middle of the alley she saw
why. There was a muscular, bald guy with his back to her. He had his own
set off tattoos, too. As she got within 9 feet of him, she was everything
he could want. Her gate got more bold, silver necklaces, bracelets, rings
and piercing finished her out, and when she talked to him, her smokey
whiskey voice put a smirk on her face.
"'Hey champ, got a smoke?" she said.
The man turned to see who was asking. The second he got a look at her,
his jaw dropped and the cigarette fell from him mouth. He fumbled with
the pack nervously. He couldn't believe it. He was just looking at a
picture of this girl in one of his motorcycle magazines this morning, and
here she was...And she was hot!
"Tell you what. Fuck the smoke," she said moving closer to him. "I think
I've found something else I want!" It started with a hand on his stubbly
face that quickly slid around behind his head, and pulled him into a deep
tongue kiss.
Deep into her make-out session Noelle didn't notice the yellow cab
turning into the alley way on the opposite side she entered. It slowed
near Noelle and the man, but after a quick inspection, it drove on.
She was enjoying this too much to even bother to give them a feeble
excuse, or misdirection, which worked in her favor. Noelle moaned
appreciatively, feeling his 'stiffness.' She then grabbed a fistful of
his hair and pulled his face back.
"Good morning, bitch!" she growled. "Go get me my morning coffee."
The man looked shocked, and then laughed. "Yes ma'am." Untangling
himself, he walked into the garage, and then the showroom, but not before
looking back....
Noelle winked at him, but already she was trying to figure out what to do
next. There was a mirror in the corner of the garage. Noelle walked over
to see what she looked like. Her eyebrows were tweezed within an inch of
her life, cat eye makeup and had tattoos all over. She looked a lot like
this tattoo artist cat on the show "miami ink" but tougher. Just above
her cleavage was a huge tat of an old v8 logo-- like the kind you'd find
on old muscle cars. It had two racing flags above it, and her arms had
flames coming from one wrist, and waves from the other. Looking a bit
closer, there were a couple of bumps under bikini top. She quickly
looked... Her nipples were pierced. Wow.
Back when she was ed and monica cross-dressed her she never really
thought about all the kinds of women there are, of all the kinds of women
she could be if she ever became a transexual. But there were so many
people she could be.... It seemed so far away, so long ago... As ed....
Fuck! She thought, monica might come back any second and... God... She
just had the thought of the biker sucking her toes. As much as she wanted
to figure out what to do, she just couldn't. Her mind was so hazy. She
thought she'd just closed her eyes for a second, but when she opened
them...She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her boots were creating
a huge puddle beneath her. The sensation was fantastic. It felt like a
tickle inside her pussy dripping down her leg and into this puddle, which
she could also feel. And it was moving so fast....
In seconds the puddle was taller than she was. It seemed to be picking up
the speed too. Before she knew it there was this huge black man standing
in front of her. The new Noelle- this biker/rocker chick was maybe 5' 5"
this guy was 6' 7" bald with eyes as dark as an eclipse. The strange
thing about him was that she-- Noelle was this guy too. She could see
things from his point of view, feel what he felt.... And he felt like
sticking his dick in her pussy and fucking her hard doggy style. He
looked over Noelle's shoulder, and out of the corner of his eye could see
the tattoo guy peeking around the corner at the two of them. Suddenly the
tall black man knew what to do.
He unbuttoned his pants, and right there in the garage, Noelle growled at
herself, "are you my bitch?" She nodded silently, smirking with the
knowledge that this was exactly what the biker guy wanted. And she wanted
it just as much. This was going to be fantastic. He put his hands on her
shoulders, and pushed down.
"Get on your knees, ho." She did as he asked. She reached out and grabbed
his unit. It was surreal both touching and being touched at the same
time. His cock was enormous. Maybe 10- 11 inches, but thick. Like a coke
can huge. Noelle tried to get it in his mouth, and could only manage the
head of it. Noelle the man enjoyed looking down and seeing his new tool.
He looked over to the entry way to the showroom and nodded the biker guy
over.
"Lick this bitch's ass," the man Noelle said, pointing to his other self.
The biker did as he was told. Closing the door to the showroom behind
him. He walked around an old corvette, got on all fours, pulled down her
jeans and licked Noelle's cute little ass. She loved having her ass
licked, sucking her cock and having her cock sucked. With a dick muffled
giggle she untied her bikini top and played with her pierced tits. She
wondered what else could these panties do...?
The panties....! Noelle tried to think about monica and the panties and
what she was going to do but...But the biker got up next to Noelle, and
they were both sucking the man-Noelle's cock and having two people
sucking his cock was incredible. He spread his legs a bit to let the
biker between them. The biker worked his way to the man's balls, managing
to get both of them into his mouth and tongue his ass.
This was all too much and Noelle, and her boy version came like a mac
truck. He came so hard that not only did the girl version choke on his
load, so did the big black version. The brunette on her knees sat back on
her heels, cum dripping from her mouth and face, down to her cleavage,
covering her v8 tattoo. The biker put himself between the two Noelles and
began licking the cum remnants off of the black man's dick and the
brunette's face and tits.
When he finished the giant picked up Noelle and put her on the hood of
the corvette. He snapped and the biker ran over. The black man silently
pointed to his cock. The biker sucked it like it was the last dick he'd
ever see. The black man took his dick out of the biker's mouth. "Get that
bitch wet for me." He said. The biker complied, licking her pussy. When
he went to stick his dick in Noelle's pussy, the giant grabbed him by the
neck, saying, "Nuh-uh. That ho's hole is only for me."
The black man pushed his dick in Noelle's pussy slow. She screamed and
clawed at the car. She had never felt anything that hurt like that. At
the same time, she saw things from the black man's point of view and it
just made her hornier. Listening to her scream, and claw, he grabbed her
hips and gave her a hard thrust. She shuddered.
"Yeah. You like that, huh bitch?"
She couldn't speak. She was in shock, but she couldn't stop herself. Her
black counterpart thrusted her again and again. It made her dick feel so
good, and despite the pain she caused herself, she could not stop. The
biker watched in amazement. Without missing a beat, or withdrawing, the
black man flipped her over, her back on the hood. The biker seized on her
toes, flopping in the air and, grabbing her ankle licked them one by one.
Becoming lost in their shape and taste. They were dirty from the grease
and grime of the garage.
He licked between them, and underneath them. Shivers shot thru Noelle's
body. So many sensations flooding her brain. The cool of the car hood,
the smell of left over cum grease and musk, the restaurant in the alley's
food. The wetness of her toes, the caress of the biker on the small of
her knee, the strength of her other self's hands on her hips. Noelle's
black version got increasingly excited. His enormous hand wrapped around
her neck. He fucked her harder and harder choking her. The girl became
terrified. She started to panic, clawing at the giant until she blacked
out. The black man continued fucking her as she went limp....
Noelle got off on watching herself like this. Watching her big black dick
stretch her and disappear inside her. The way she moved not from
pleasure, but because she had no say in the matter. There was something
erotic about the way she lay there. She tried not to think about it too
much, but it was hard. This gave new meaning to the phase, "go fuck
yourself." Watching the way her body moved, as if it were a giant doll.
Would this be what it was like when she turned into a doll? Would she be
aware of what was visted upon her?
Would she be locked somewhere in her body? Too much thinking about this.
The black man slapped Noelle, waking herself from her unintentional sleep
in time for him to cum inside her. As he slid out, the biker was there.
Waiting to lick the big black Noelle's big black cock clean. Once he had
finished that, biker Noelle's swollen jizz filled pussy. Noelle didn't so
much enjoy the second part of it as much as she enjoyed that he had had
his fantasy fulfilled. Other than that she was worn. The giant picked up
his/her female counterpart and, throwing her over his shoulder, walked
out of the garage.
She was so tired. Outside the door, the giant set her down. They both sat
down on some stairs in the alley. It was hard to think, let alone guide
the two bodies she now inhabited. She couldn't stay in the alley. Monica
might swing around again, and she didn't want to think about all of the
things she said.... What kind of future could she be from? And knowing
that the panties would change their wearer, why did monica bring them
back from the future? Possibly a "mars needs women" gambit? Did she want
to kidnap her? Sell her to the highest bidder in the future? There were
too many things Noelle didn't know.... She needed someplace where no one
would bother her. She barely noticed as the black man began to shrink in
size, and evaporated into her boots.
Without thinking she got up, and walked to the far side of the alley. By
the time ed/Noelle arrived there, her hair was up, expensive couture
sunglasses sprouted and planted themselves on her face. Then came a pearl
collar and earrings, strappy gold heels and a stunning wedding ring with
a huge rock. Then of course the perfectly matched white clutch, ankle and
tennis bracelet and an almost grecian empire waisted white and gold
dress. Beneath the dress, her belly grew until she could have been 8 and
a half months along.
Her breasts began to swell and became flush with milk. She looked like a
senator's trophy wife. Funnily enough, she didn't even notice the change.
It felt natural. With every step she grew more radiant. For a second ed
inhaled. He thought about first putting on those panties last night. How
his life had changed in the last 12 plus hours. He looked down at his
body. He the very quintessence of femininity. She felt the the breeze
blowing underneath her dress, and felt the busy people brushing past her.
She felt weary, but at the same time, confident. Assured. Beautiful. She
crossed the street without looking, and entered the first door she
encountered without a thought.
It was bright inside.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god....No.
The blood drained from her face. The second she realized where she was
she knew it was a mistake. But it was too late. All she could do was give
in....
Next... Attack! Of the psychic panties!...Part 4!
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