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In the Pink By Argus Grunting with exhaustion, Matt Roper hauled the final box of objects into his new house and with a strained heave dropped it onto the carpet. He rubbed his lower back and stretched slightly, he was getting too old for this sort of thing, but he had always been a hands on sort of guy and had stubbornly refused to use a moving company. His bearded face creased into a grin as he looked round and took pride in his acomplishment, box after box of family possessions neatly positioned around the room ready to be unpacked. His wife Sarah shook her head in exasperation and slipped into the kitchen to make everyone a cool drink. She loved Matt to bits but one of these days he was going to take too much on and injure himself. "Well, that's the last of them Dad. Good job too, you look like you're about to have a heart attack," grinned Danny, Matt's son; his hand linked with Phoebe, his demure brunette girlfriend, as he surveyed the room. "Yeah, but now we have to unpack them all," grunted Matt collapsing onto the sofa with a sigh. "After we've had a break of course." It hardly seemed worth this effort to move only a few blocks down, but when Matt had seen that the old three story house with its huge garden and secluded location had been for sale at a knock down price, he'd jumped on it. Danny and Phoebe were planning on getting married soon and couldn't afford their own place, so it would be good for the family to have a large spacious home to live in. Besides, he loved gardening and was looking forward to taming the overgrown wilderness just outside his door. The estate agent had tried to tell him that there had been complaints that the house was strange... haunted even, but he'd laughed off such superstitious nonsense. If people were stupid enough to turn down a fully furnished house because of a few wild rumours, it was their loss.He smiled appreciatively as Sarah returned with some tall glasses of lemonade. Grabbing his wife by her waist he pulled her down onto his lap and gave her a kiss, twining his hand into her auburn hair. She giggled and slapped his hand away, standing up and shaking her head, but with a warm smile, "Matt! Stop that at once! Will you ever grow up?" "I hope not! Well honey, we'll have a short break and then Danny can help us unpack these boxes." Watching the proceedings with remote disinterest, Phoebe squeezed her boyfriends hand and reached up to his ear to whisper. "You help your dad babe, I need to go to the toilet. I'll be back in a while." Leaving the family in the living room, Phoebe slipped through the door and headed slowly up the stairs. It many respects she was relieved to go. She was a shy, almost nervous girl with long dark hair that she allowed to hang over her face to hide her brown sensitive eyes. She barely spoke in public and would usually stand slightly behind Danny, holding his hand for protection. She found being with Danny's confident family strange and unsettling. In particularly she struggled to talk to Danny's father Matt. It wasn't that she was scared of him, it was that she found him so... overpowering. When she looked at him she couldn't help but notice his strong manly body, confident air and rugged attitude. She sometimes wished that Danny was more like his father. She needed a strong able man to protect her. A man like Matt. She felt the same warm tingle she always got when thinking of Danny's dad and her breathing increased. "Stop it!" she told herself, thinking instead about her warm generous boyfriend. Danny was so good to her, he was funny and though he was a bit of a geek, she loved him to bits. Reaching the landing Phoebe walked over to the toilet... then paused. For a moment, she could have sworn she heard a noise... almost a voice. The hairs on the back of her neck tingled and she found herself drawn slowly... almost irresistibly towards the wooden staircase to the attic. "H...Hello?" she stammered, finding herself compelled to climb and open the hatch. She coughed in the dusty atmosphere, beams of light slanting from the slightly mismatched roof panels. The attic was full of old furniture and shrouded objects. It had not been cleaned out since the previous owners... and possibly even longer. She found a light switch and pulled it, illuminating the area in a dim crackling light. Climbing up into the attic, Phoebe moved through the gloom and looked around. It was empty. "Huh?" she gasped, thinking again that she could hear a whispering sound. It was coming from near an old dressmakers dummy. Approaching slowly she pulled the dustcover away and her eyes widened slightly. There was nothing here but a pink dress. It looked incredibly well preserved, fresh and new almost... the material slinky and unstained by time or grime. It was hard to say what material it might be, it seemed to shimmer almost... changing in the dim light. The style too seemed hard to grasp, it seemed to have endless folds within it that might open out into a long ball gown, or the shortest of dresses. Phoebe found her breathing was coming heavily. There seemed to be a throbbing in the air and she couldn't take her eyes off the dress. Reaching out with a tentative hand she touched it and gasped. Electric tingles seemed to pulse through her fingertips and she bit her lip with a soft whimper as her body suddenly ached with fire. Moaning slightly, Phoebe slid the dress off the dummy and hugged it to her body. The material felt cool and delicious and wherever it touched her, it sent pleasure bursting through her body. "Oooooooh yes," she moaned feeling herself losing control, wanting to tear off her clothes and slide into the dress... then rub and fondle herself until she succumbed to pleasure beyond belief. With a groan she began to unbutton her blouse. "Phoebe, are you alright?" It was like having a bucket of cold water thrown on her head. Phoebe gasped, coming back to her senses, the dress still in her hands. She turned guiltily to see Matt's head poking out through the hatch as he squinted in the dim light. "I came up and saw the hatch open." Usually she would have turned bright red and stuttered to even think of what to say. But with the dress in her hands she suddenly felt different. It was as if another person was talking, telling her what to do and say as she flicked back her long hair to reveal her face and looked boldly at Matt. Still clutching the dress she floated across the room with a smile. "Oh, I thought I heard something up here, then I found this dress. It's so beautiful, you don't mind if I keep it do you? What do you think?" Opening the dress out, she stretched it against herself groaning as she felt explosions of fire erupt within her soul. She struck a provocative pose looking temptingly into Matt's eyes and smiling. "Oh, errr, no it looks... good. Keep it." Smiling Phoebe walked to the ladder and descended. As she reached the bottom she suddenly stumbled and fell against Matt, the dress between them. Tingles of pleasure and a hazy throbbing seemed to burst in her mind and she felt him stiffen and gasp, responding as he rubbed up against her. He made no move to push her away and her hand moved over to his crotch to squeeze it slightly. "Oooh, I'm sorry," she breathed into his ear. "How clumsy of me..." Seperating slowly she gave him a long meaningful look, their breathing both heavy, and then ignoring him completely, but feeling his hungry eyes on her back walked into the room she was using for the night. Throwing the dress onto the bed, she shivered as she broke contact with the material. "Oh, what just happened?" Biting her lip guiltily she gasped and flushed. "I better get back to Danny! Oh, what did I just do? No harm done I hope!" Much to Phoebe's relief Matt didn't say anything and indeed acted normally at dinner as they sat around the big table and ate their meal. Still, it seemed to her that he was talking to her more than usual and he sometimes had a strange look in his eye that she noticed. Feeling even shyer than usual, she shrank into herself and shut out the world. After dinner the family watched television and then as it got late they began to ascend to go to bed. Kissing his girlfriend on the landing Danny smiled at her. "I wish mom wasn't so old fashioned. She says until we're married we have to have separate rooms. I'll see you in the morning babe, sleep well." Phoebe wanted to protest. She had a sick feeling in her stomach, a feeling that something bad was going to happen if she was left alone. She watched Danny going and then turned to go into her room. Closing the door she switched on the light... and saw the dress draped over the bed... *** *** Opening his eyes in the darkness, Matt groaned and tried to cover his ears as Sarah snored next to him. She'd taken some of her sleeping pills again and as always was snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Previous experience had taught him it was useless to try and wake her when she was like this. It was a shame too... he was feeling really horny tonight. He didn't know if it was the excitement of moving house, or something else, but he needed relief sooo bad. He'd felt restless ever since Phoebe had stumbled against him. Had she meant to touch his crotch like that? It had excited him in a way he hadn't experienced for years. To be honest he liked his sons girl, but he'd never thought that much about her. She was a bit of a wilting wallflower. But now... suddenly he couldn't stop thinking about her. That dress she had found. When it had touched him, it had been like some sort of infectious pleasure had seeped under his skin. He'd been hard and aroused almost constantly since. Thinking about Phoebe made him groan with lust. He wondered what she would look like actually wearing the dress? He imagined her lying invitingly on her bed, the dress rucked up around her slender legs as she beckoned him with a long finger and rubbed her silk panties temptingly. "Shit I need a cold glass of water or something." Slipping out of bed, wearing only his boxers... his manhood bulging inside them, he walked to the landing and stepped into the cool air. Nearby he could hear more gentle snoring from his sons room. Danny took after his mother, once asleep there was little that would wake him. Walking down the landing slowly, he paused next to Phoebe's room. A sudden temptation overcame him, a throbbing that seemed to be coming from inside the room. A nameless call that he had to obey. He slowly laid his head against the wooden door and listened. To his amazement from inside he could hear soft whimpers and hot moans of female self indulgence. "Mmmmmh, oooooh yes." He felt himself grow aroused beyond belief as he listened to Phoebe inside, moaning and groaning like a slut. His hand was on the door and sweat was dripping off his brow as he slowly opened it and stepped inside. All thoughts of his son and wife were forgotten as he entered the room and Phoebe smiled sluttily at him, one hand in her panties, the other on her boob as she played with herself. "Mmmmh, what took you so long?" Matt gasped at the wanton creature lying in the pink dress on the bed. Phoebe was gone. The demure, sensitive girl he had known had been replaced by a creature of pure lust. The vision in front of him had Phoebe's big brown eyes, but now they were hungry and long lashed. Her lips seemed to have swollen out and were smeared with shiny pink lipgloss. Her usually demure hair was now styled into a glossy wave around her face and her usually short fingernails were now long and manicured claws. But the most dramatic change was her body. She seemed to have grown and swelled... her usually small boobs were gone, replaced by two huge globes of tempting tit flesh. The pink dress hugged her delicious body, low cut to reveal her massive new boobs and womanly curves. Her feet ended in sexy high heels and her dress was rolled up to reveal a naughty thong. It was as if a wet dream had emerged into real life. "I knew you'd come," purred Phoebe as she wriggled temptingly on the bed. "I've always wanted you Matt. You're such a strong powerful man, not like that weed Danny. I want to feel the touch of a real man, I want you to make me a woman... I want you to fuck me and make me scream. Danny and Sarah will never know, they're both sound asleep. Come here and take me, I'm yours..." Matt had never cheated on his wife in over twenty years of marriage. He'd never even looked at another woman, but as he gazed on Phoebe, he felt his willpower fail and he shut the door behind him and slid his boxers off to free his rampaging erection. Phoebe smiled with pleasure as she spread her legs wide and sighed happily as she slid her wet thong off to reveal her perfect shaven snatch. It had felt so good to put on the dress... to feel it hug and caress her body. She'd groaned as her tits had swelled and inflated to fill it and she'd felt her submissive personality fade to be replaced by that of a sexually aggressive predator. She needed Matt and she was going to take him. "Fuck me!" she commanded and with a groan Matt obeyed, moving between her legs and sliding into her with a wet squelch. "Ooooh fuck yes!" she squealed as he sank deep into her, his big throbbing cock nearly twice the length of her sons. Phoebe had never known such pleasure, the dress was on her body magnifying every sensation, making her feel so alive. Lying on top of Phoebe, Matt groaned as he felt the dress between them. The material felt so amazing sliding between them, touching his naked body, it was driving him wild with lust and he groaned as he pounded Phoebe and she moaned like a slut. "Oh Matt! Fuck me, harder HARDER!" This was the most amazing sex either of them had ever known and as Matt and Phoebe both orgasmed in unison he felt her squeeze her pussy tight around his cock and groan with pleasure. "Mmmmh, ohhh yeah. More... I need more!" She began to get him excited again and soon they were fucking again, this time doggystyle as he pounded her from behind and groped her big tits, the dress now runched up around her slender waist. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! I want you to fuck me all night Matt... I never want you to stop!" He certainly wasn't going to argue with her... *** *** The next morning, the cold water of the shower hit his tired face as Matt shivered and tried to banish the memories of last night. He'd been like an animal, he had lost count of how many times he had buried himself in Phoebe's slutty body, it had been sooo good. He'd got back to his room just in time, leaving a still horny and petulant Phoebe demanding more as she'd lain gooey and panting on her bed. His self control had finally returned enough that he'd been able to break free and now as he stood in the shower he felt shame and guilt wash over him. What had he done? He'd fucked his sons girlfriend, not just once... but countless times. Worse... he'd enjoyed it so much all he could think about was doing it again. Meanwhile in her room, Phoebe awoke groggily and gasped as hot dirty memory returned. The dress lay discarded next to the bed and her body was sore and aching, but back to normal. Sitting up with a guilty sob she buried her face in her hands. What had she done? It was that dress... it had made her do those things. The thing that scared her as she looked at it, was that she was already feeling the temptation to slip it back on and give into her slutty side. Last night had been amazing and as guilty as she felt now, she had still loved every moment as Matt had taken her to heights of new pleasure that Danny could never reach. "Oh, what have I done?" she sobbed, "Danny... I'm so sorry!" As Danny sat at breakfast that morning he crunched his cornflakes and frowned at his girlfriend and dad. Neither of them seemed their usual selves. They seemed to be avoiding looking at each other and they both appeared tired and worn out. For a moment a horrible thought crossed his mind then he shook his head. No way, that was impossible. He shrugged at his mom as she gave him a puzzled look as well. The rest of the day was spent unpacking more of the boxes, filling the house up and making it homely. Danny began to wonder if he had done something wrong as Phoebe seemed reluctant to talk to him too. Perhaps she was missing her family this weekend, or finding it hard to cope with his? He wanted to tell her it would be alright, that on Monday things would be back to normal. They ate dinner as normal and watched TV then it was time for bed again. Both Phoebe and Dad seemed incredibly tired, the two of them were nodding off as the TV set droned on. Danny kissed Phoebe good night, wanting to ask her what the strange scared look was in her eye, then he left her and entered his room. Slipping into bed he closed his eyes tiredly and had soon drifted away into a sound sleep... *** *** Phoebe lay in bed struggling with a terrible temptation. It was an hour since she had slipped under the sheets and all she could now think about was the dress. It was beneath her, calling her... begging her to touch it and put it on. Memories of the pleasure from last night returned. All she had to do was put the dress back on and Matt would be hers again. He couldn't resist her, she owned him now. "No... I won't do it," she squeaked as the door to her room suddenly opened and Matt walked in. She looked at him and shook her head. "No! Get out of here, what are you doing?" "I... I can't bear it. I need you Phoebe. Please... put the dress on and take me!" Phoebe gulped and pulled the sheets up to cover herself. "No! What we did was wrong. I don't want to see that horrible thing ever again, it made me wicked!" "You know that's not true," groaned Matt his breathing heavy. "You know you want to put it on, force me to fuck you again. I won't be able to resist you... I want you to make me do it." "Mr. Roper, no..." groaned Phoebe. "It's wrong... it changes you, corrupts you. I don't want to be a bad person." "Yes... yes you do Phoebe. I need you so badly. I thought I could resist, but I have to have you. I need the dress, I need you to wear it for me. Put it on..." Phoebe moaned and slid a hand under the bed. She couldn't resist, she needed it sooo bad. As her hand touched the material of the dress, she shivered and her eyes fluttered. She blinked and now her expression was hot and slutty. "You naughty boy... you can't get enough can you? Let me just slip into something more comfortable and then we'll have some proper fun... mmmmmhh, ooooh yeah!" *** *** Danny awoke, his eyes flickering open. Something was wrong. Usually he slept soundly, but unconscious worries about his girlfriend had preyed on his mind, putting him into a lighter sleep than usual. Slipping out of bed he quietly snuck to his door and opening it a crack slipped across the hall to Phoebe's room. Even before he reached it, he could hear a moaning gasping sound from within and feeling a cold horror in his heart, he pushed the door open slightly so he could see inside. The couple within probably wouldn't have noticed if he'd flung the door open, so engrossed in each other that they were. Danny felt his world reel as he saw his father plunged deep between his girlfriends legs as she moaned like a whore and allowed him to fuck her. "Nooooo!" he gasped, feeling faint as his worst nightmare became a reality. As he studied Phoebe he shivered. What had happened to her? She looked different. Her breasts... they were much larger than usual and her entire body seemed to have altered into that of a slutty sex bomb. A hot pink dress hugged her tightly and she moaned as his Dad rammed her and groped her. "Ooooh yes Matt, you were right... being inside the dress feels sooooo good. Fuck me, I love it! I want more!" Feeling physically sick, Danny wanted to stagger away. His girlfriend and father had betrayed him. Yet he found himself bound by a dirty sort of fascination as he watched Phoebe in her dress. She looked so hot, so wanton. Why had she never let herself go like this with him? Her corrupted body looked so amazing, what he wouldn't give to bury himself like that in her. Look how big her boobs were, how hot her face had become? To his surprise, the emotion he felt most was not anger... it was jealousy. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he whispered as he felt his hand slide into his pants and he began to stroke himself as he watched his dad fuck his girlfriend. "It must feel so good to get fucked like that," he mused, "I've never seen Phoebe respond so hotly. She's loving every moment and acting like a complete whore. It's that dress... it's unleashed her sexuality." He groaned as he came, making a mess of his pants... then freed from the spell he staggered away. He felt sick and dirty, but he couldn't get images of slutty Phoebe panting and gasping in mindless pleasure out of his mind. His head reeled as he collapsed back into bed. What was he going to do now? He couldn't believe that his dad and his girl would do something like that, but then... it was that dress she was wearing. He could feel the dark power it held throbbing and pulsing. No! This wasn't their fault, it was that dress! That gorgeous sexy dress. He had to destroy it... he had to! *** *** Awaking from a second night of erotic visions, Phoebe groaned tiredly and gasped in horror as she heard Danny's voice. "Morning darling!" She sat up guiltily, half expecting to find Matt next to her and her unfaithfulness exposed, but the room was empty. The dress lay on the back of a chair, she was currently free of it's influence and she felt another wave of guilt and horror surge through her as she thought of what she'd done. Danny was standing beside her with a breakfast tray. "I woke up early, so I thought I'd make you breakfast in bed. You seemed out of sorts yesterday, here you are honey." Phoebe looked at Danny and hesitated. Something was wrong. He seemed all smiley and happy, but she was sure his hand was trembling slightly and there was a look in his eye. "Oh! Thank you honey," she mumbled as he set the tray on her lap and she tried to appear grateful. "Gee honey, you look tired. You not been sleeping well?" The way he said it made her look at him, it was almost sarcastic. But his face was smiling and nothing seemed wrong. Phoebe blushed and shook her head. "No. I've not been sleeping well since we came. I... I'm not hungry either darling," she muttered, feeling sick to her stomach about what she had become, a homewrecking whore. "I think I'll just go freshen up with a shower first." "Okay, your breakfast will be waiting when you get back hun," he grinned. Danny waited till Phoebe had staggered out of the room, then the smile dropped from his face. He turned to face the dress and reached into his pocket to pull out some matches. "Now I'll take care of this damn thing..." Advancing on the dress, he struck a match and hesitated. Images flashed into his mind of the night before, seeing Phoebe writhing in pleasure on the bed. He'd always wondered what it must feel like for a girl? Phoebe sure looked like she was enjoying herself. When he was younger, he'd always dreamed of picking up a hot slut from a bar or nightclub and banging her like that. He'd always had this vision of fucking a blonde sexpot, all made up and girly, one that he had never fulfilled. Strangely it was in his mind now. Dropping the match for it to splutter and go out, he hestitantly reached out as a dull throbbing filled the air. He gasped and groaned as the dress sent electric tingles through his body and he picked it up to hug it. The dress smelt of sex and lust and he breathed deep, groaning as he felt himself grow hard. "Oooh, it feels so good. I wonder what it feels like to wear it? A girl must feel so sexy in something like this... mmmhhh, so alive." Meanwhile, realising she had forgotten her towel, Phoebe turned around and walked back to her bedroom. She didn't really want to see Danny again yet, but she guessed she had no choice . She hesitated for a moment, then opening the door she gasped in horror as she her boyfriend wriggling his manly body into the tight pink dress and pulling the zip tight. "No Danny... take it off! OH NO!" As the zip closed, Danny moaned and Phoebe watched in horror as a terrible transformation overcame her boyfriend. The dress seemed to bulge and contract, squeezing his body and making it thinner. Boobs popped up and out to fill the cups of the dress as Danny's hair lengthened down his back and turned blonde. Bright pink lipgloss shone on his full lips as blue eyes with exaggerated lashes fluttered in pleasure and he sighed girlishly. "Ohhhh fuck yeah," moaned Danny as his dick was sucked into his body and he was pushed up by sexy pink heels with little bows on. Flexing manicured hands he giggled and touched his face, feeling soft white skin as he became fully female. "Mmmmh, it feels so good!" He shook back his long blonde hair with a natural feminine gesture and ran hands over his body. "No Danny, take it off..." whimpered Phoebe, feeling a mix of horror and jealousy. That was her dress and she needed it! Her innocent boyfriend was now being corrupted by its power. Batting her sexy eyes the new girl giggled and touched her boobs, cooing softly and smiling. "Why should I Phoebe? I was going to destroy this dress... but now I understand. It feels so good and I love it! I never knew being a girl would feel this amazing! I want to experience everything!" "No you don't understand, it's evil... it's going to make you do such wicked things. Take it off quickly before it gets a hold of you. Danny please!" "It's Danielle now, and you're just jealous. You want this power all for yourself. You may have my dad wrapped round your little finger, but no longer. The dress is mine now!" Laughing, Danielle pushed past Phoebe and ran down the stairs. "I'll see you later Phoebe... I have things to do!" "NOOOOO, come back!" sobbed Phoebe helplessly falling to her knees. Danielle giggled as she ran to Danny's car and jumped inside. With a whoop she started the engine and roared off. She felt so amazing, so hot and sexy. Her pink dress made her feel like a Goddess, it was constantly tingling and making her feel alive in a way she never had before and this was only the beginning for her. As Danielle shot off in her car, Phoebe ran through the house. "Phoebe? What's happened?" gasped Matt as the distraught girl staggered sobbing into the living room. "It's Danny. He's taken the dress and gone! He put it on and he changed... just like I did!" "Danny! No, not Danny!" groaned Matt. "We have to find him, get him out of that dress. Come on." **** **** The lights swirled and the music jumped in the club as the drunken party goers danced and raved. There were plenty of hot girls here tonight, but none hotter than the naughty blonde slut in the pink dress. She gyrated her hot body on the floor surrounded by men, bumping and grinding in particular with one guy whose girlfriend had just stormed out a few moments before after seeing him with the dirty blonde bitch. His name was Darren and his phone began to ring, it was his girl calling him, no doubt demanding he follow her. With a giggle, Danielle grabbed it and dropped it into her drink... then before he could object she pulled him close and kissed him hard. Considering she'd never kissed a guy before, she gave it considerable gusto, sticking her tiny pink tongue into his mouth and mashing her hot pink lips against his. She felt his resistance melt as her dress rubbed against him and he lost all self control, grabbing her ass and squeezing it as he became hers. Leading him through the throng by the hand, they staggered into the girls toilets and she led him into the nearest cubicle. Locking it behind her, she climbed up onto the toilet and pulled her dress up to reveal her long sexy legs and tiny pink panties. Reaching down Danielle began to rub her pussy through her satin panties, cooing as she began to get wetter and wetter. Darren was busy slipping a condom on and with an eager grunt he pushed her panties to one side entirely and thrust into her. "Oooooo fuck," gasped Danielle as she was penetrated for the first time in her life and felt herself slide deliciously onto Darren's manly shaft. He reached behind to grab her ass and began to pump her, in and out with long thrusts as she played and rubbed her clit with her French tipped nails. "Oooh baby, ohhh fuck yeah!" Reaching out with one hand to steady herself on the cubicle wall she moaned and groaned as her lover sped his pace and she wrapped her high heeled legs around his back. This was the best sex she'd ever had. It was so dirty and her female body felt so good getting fucked like this. She moaned and groaned as Darren began to grunt and gasp "Ohhh baby, yeah!" This was just like the dirty fantasy she used to have, only she was the hot blonde getting fucked. It was so much better this way too. Meanwhile, moving through the crowds, Matt grabbed a barman by the elbow and pulled him close. "Hey buddy. I'm looking for a girl, she's my... errr... daughter actually. Blonde, sexy, probably wearing a tight dress. You seen her?" The barman shrugged. "There's plenty of girls fit that description. Still, there was a hot blonde woman here earlier, everyone was buying her drinks. I think she headed towards the toilets." Thanking the barman, Matt began struggling through the crowds. He had to find Danny. He was racked with guilt. Thanks to that dress he'd betrayed his son and corrupted his girlfriend. Now his own son was under the power of the dress and needed help. What sort of a father would he be if he didn't do something to help? He'd found Danny's car abandoned down a side street and he'd figured that Danielle must have come her to go clubbing. He'd been to all the other bars and clubs already and so far no luck. This time he was sure it had to be her. Entering the ladies toilets he looked around, there was no one inside at the moment luckily, although there was a moaning and groaning sound coming from the nearest cubicle. With a powerful kick, Matt smashed the door lock and pushed it open to find some young stud balls deep in his son. "Holy shit," cried Darren as the older man yanked him off with a roar and Danielle looked up surprised at her father. "Well, if it isn't my pervy father... the one who fucked my girlfriend. Come to rescue me have you? Well maybe I don't want to be rescued? Maybe if you touch me I'll scream that you're trying to rape me, no one here knows you're my dad." "You've got to take that dress off, it's messing with your head..." groaned Matt. "I'm sorry for what I did with Phoebe, but it was that damn thing caused it to happen. I understand now what it's doing to us all. We have to destroy it before it gets too great a grip over our lives." "I never want to take my wonderful dress off. I love being a girl and the dress is mine now! You and that slut can never have it." "We'll see about that," roared Matt reaching down and trying to tear the dress off his son. Shrieking she stood up and they began tussling, staggering around the toilet. Matt was tugging and yanking at the dress, whilst Danielle was trying to keep it on her and indeed roll it back over her body. Suddenly there came an unholy scream as two girls entered the room and seeing what was happening shrieked. Matt let go of Danielle and with a whoop she dashed through the door. Matt gave chase, pushing past the hysterical girls as he ran into the club and fought through the crowds. Danielle had her dress back on now and was moving through the crowds to the front door. She burst outside and began to run, no mean feet in her high pink heels. Moments later Matt staggered out and began to chase after her. Seeing that she couldn't outrun him in her dainty body, Danielle turned and began heading down to the river that run through the middle of the city. Climbing up onto an old pipeline that crossed the river she cautiously began to cross, putting one small foot in front of the other as she crossed the deep running river. "Oh my God... Danny get down, you'll be killed!" screamed Matt as he saw the peril his transformed son was in. "Hah! Too scared to follow me old man. Soon I'll be across and then you'll never see me again. I'm going to take my dress and find somewhere else to live, somewhere you'll never find me!" Caught up in talking Danielle's foot slipped and with a shriek she fell into the water. Without thinking, Matt kicked off his shoes and leapt into the water. With powerful strokes he swam to the middle of the river, where Danielle was screaming and thrashing in the freezing water. Bystanders had gathered on the banks of the river and cries of alarm filled the air as Matt tried to grab hold of his son. "Get off me!" screamed Danielle, trying to fight her way free of her father. He grabbed the dress, feeling it pulse and tingle through his body, but ignoring it's allure Matt began to yank and pull. Overwhelmed by the thrashing water Danielle screamed as her dress slipped over her head and Matt tossed it to one side. It was swept down the river as the sexy girl convulsed and groaned, her body beginning to warp and change. No longer resisting his father, Matt was able to cradle Danny's head on his own and swimming on his back guide the naked boy to the shoreline where eager hands reached down to help. In moments an ambulance was on the scene and Danny and Matt were being whisked off to hospital. Far out in the swell of the river a brief flash of pink seemed to glow and throb... then was gone. *** *** Opening his eyes with a groan, Danny blinked and looked around in confusion. "Oh Danny, you're alright," sobbed Phoebe as she rushed to his side and grabbed his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry for all the terrible things I did!" "It's okay..." he coughed interrupting her, "I know how you felt. What happened?" "Your dad rescued you and hopefully that damned dress has been swept out to sea now. We thought we'd lost you for a while." "Shit, when I had it on I felt so good, but I was so selfish too. I almost lost it... who knows if I would ever have found my way back to being me." Phoebe sobbed and hugged him... Later they were discharged and they soon found themselves back at the house. A long uncomfortable silence filled the air as Danny, Matt and Phoebe sat in the living room. Sarah had gone to stay with her mothers... she didn't know what to make of this situation and wasn't sure she could forgive her husband. Phoebe had confessed all to her, but she found it hard to believe that a magic dress had been responsible for the entire mess. "The worst thing is," mumbled Phoebe, "If I had the dress here right now... I'd want to put it on and become that slut again." "Me too," echoed Danny. "I feel dirty inside, I don't think I'll ever be alright again." Matt shook his head sadly. "I wish I'd never bought this house. I'm going to sell it tomorrow. I don't even want to know if there are any other wicked items here that could have a similar effect. I suppose we should focus now on trying to put our lives back together. After all, the dress is gone!" *** *** Matt waited until Phoebe and Danny had gone, then went into his bedroom and locked the door. Walking into the bathroom he smiled as he beheld the pink dress hanging above the bath, now dry and ready to wear. It looked like it had never been sullied or dirtied even once. What he hadn't told his son or Phoebe was that the night he'd torn it from Danny, he'd seen it float down the river then snag on a pile of branches just down river. As the ambulance had pulled away he'd seen it bobbing in the river, unseen by anyone. It had been a simple matter to recover the dress, fish it from the water the next day and bring it here to dry out. Now it was his all his. Moaning he ran his hands over the soft material and shivered as he felt it throb and pulse. "It was never Phoebe that I lusted for," he groaned, "You are my true Mistress now. Make me yours!" Slipping out of his clothes, Matt wriggled into the hot pink dress and groaned as he felt it begin to change and corrupt him. Even as her big new tits swelled up to fill the cups of her dress and Martina felt her hair lengthen and grow, she was already sure of one thing. "Mmmmh, the power is mine now! ALL MINE!" THE END.