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RABBIT'S FOOT KEYCHAIN - THE PHONE APP By CCE 4 PM YESTERDAY - The incredibly sexy girl turned and stared at me with a smile, slowly running her tongue, which was pierced by both a large silver barbell and hoop jewelry, over her wet, full lips. Dick sucking lips if ever there were some. She turned, tossing her long black hair over her shoulder, the bleached blonde tips ending just above her traffic stopping ass, beautifully on display in some very small black panties. She ran her hand up her soft, porcelain white, garter belt clad legs and over her large, perfect apple of an ass, giving it a quick slap. She turned again and ran her hands over her arms, the left of which was covered in green and purple flower tattoos that continued across her back and legs, and pushed her huge, firm (but very real) breasts together forming even deeper cleavage. She adjusted the bra a bit, and you could see her pierced nipples with their large steel barbells pushing against the thin fabric as she slowly felt herself up with her small, delicate hands. "Why don't you fuck me," she whispered in her sexy voice, staring me up and down and licking her pink lips. "Fuck me hard." A year ago, if someone would have told me I'd be in the dressing room at Victoria's Secret watching this walking wet dream try on lingerie I'd have had a hard time believing it. If you'd have told me that what I was looking at was a mirror - specifically that I was the walking wet dream in the mirror, I'd have said you were bonkers. You see, a year ago, I was a lot different than the 19 year old, impossibly sexy, stacked, nymphomaniac brunette with the tattoos and piercings named Danielle that I am today. In fact, believe it or not, I was a 34 year old, 6 foor 2 male named Brian. That was before the magic, or curse, or hex or whatever the fuck you want to call it. That was before the rabbit's foot keychain phone app. I twirled in the mirror again, checking out my ass in the black panties and garters. Hey, I have to deal with this body everyday, lugging around these giant boobs and having everyone stare at me everywhere I go, so if I enjoy putting on a show for myself now and again, who can blame me? Sometimes I like to imagine that I'm my old self again, about to fuck the amazing looking babe that's teasing me in the mirror. I still have my old sex drive, and I still love women, and I'm about as fuckable as a woman can possibly get. In fact, my body had been sexually exaggerated to my specific fantasy woman, so it's no wonder that I can get myself so worked up. Maybe the fish nets? I pulled them up my soft, perfectly smooth legs and wondered what my boyfriend will think of them. Yeah, I said boyfriend. Sure, I said I still have my old sex drive, and I'm still totally turned on by chicks, but, my body on the other hand, is totally into guys, and especially my boyfriend. It's taken some getting used to. As I pulled the fishnet stockings up my leg and watched myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but spin around again and admire how good I looked in this lingerie. At first I had a hard time wearing anything girly at all, but it turns my boyfriend on so much that I soon found myself doing it more and more, until it's pretty much all the time now. Anything to get him off - and to get him to get me off. If you were as horny as me all the time, you'd do the same thing, trust me. Plus, I'm not sure if it's what's been done to me, or if I honestly just enjoy it, but I've gotten to the point where I'm pretty much obsessed with making sure my clothes, hair and make up look great all the time. I guess I'm a "if you've got it, flaunt it," kind of girl, and I've definitely got it. "Everything ok in there?" said a female voice from behind the dressing room door. I guess I had been in here a while. "I'm just trying on the last thing, I think I'll take 'em all though," I said in my high pitched, girly voice. Believe it or not, my voice took me almost longer to get used to then my body. Well, ok, maybe not quite, but it's still fucking weird hearing that high, sexpot voice everytime I talk. "Ok, let me know if you need anything," said the cute, tall blonde named Jamie that worked at the counter. We'd become kind of friends, and she helped me by special ordering bras and calling me when they showed up. With tits as big as mine, you can't just walk into a store and buy off the rack. I'd been coming here for several months now, and I even went out to drinks with Jamie one night, hoping to get into her pants, but Brian ended up showing up, and of course, he was quickly flirting with her. It ended in a nice three way though, and I got to make out with Jamie and watch Brian fuck her, so I guess that's better than nothing. Honestly, girls flirt with my boyfriend everywhere he goes, he's a fucking hunk. I wish women would have reacted to me like they do to him back when that was my body. But I digress. "Sure thing," I said, as I ran my hands over my huge, sensitive boobs and wondered again if Brian would like how this lingerie looked on me. Thinking about him and seeing my sexy body dressed up like a Penthouse Pet was, of course, making me horny. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and realized I better hurry up and get out of here before this turns into yet another masturbation session. I'm all for frigging myself in the ladies dressing room, but I tend to get fairly loud when I orgasm, and I didn't want to get escorted out of the mall by security, especially since the security guards had already been following me around the last hour blatantly ogling me in my skin tight jeans and practically painted on, black, low cut sweater. It was embarrassing having guys drooling over me like that, but it turned Brian on, and anything that gets his dick hard is pretty much impossible for me not to help with. Plus, I had to admit, when cute guys checked me out, it made me just as horny as it does my boyfriend. Yet another thing I have to cope with now, a lot of things that are humiliating and embarrass me, also make me horny, especially if it involves being submissive or turning on good looking guys. Now, before you start thinking I'm crazy, I guess I should explain how my life changed so much. How I went from being a 35 year old guy, to a 19 year old girl who dates the person who is now in my old body. It pretty much all the fault of my bimbo stripper airhead (but sexy as fuck) roommate Candy, who used to be a pervert named Ted, and this weird, magic phone app I downloaded one night... ONE YEAR EARLIER I'd been on a long cold streak with girls ever since being dumped by my girlfriend Katie a few months ago, so my well meaning but often annoying roommate Ted was always bugging me to go out to the bar with him. Finally, after plenty of weekends sitting on the couch moping and drinking my sorrows away, I finally relented and agreed to go out, if for no other reason than to get him to shut up about it. Once we'd gotten there he'd headed over to bullshit with some friends and I sat staring into my drink wishing I wouldn't have come. After a few minutes I felt a tap at my shoulder. "Hey, long time no see," said the cute, curvy brunette standing behind me. Her name was Danielle, and she used to date a friend of mine for a little while, and I'd always thought she was pretty cool when she was around. I usually tried to avoid getting crushes on friend's girlfriends, but she was just one of those girls that it was really easy to talk and hang out with, and we'd always gotten along pretty well. It also didn't hurt that she was very easy on the eyes. She was fairly short, had long black hair, some very nice curves and most striking of all she had the kind of full, pouty lips that made it hard to talk to her for very long without wondering what it would be like to make out with her (at the very least). She was a bit gothy, and wore a single silver hoop through the middle of her bottom lip, which was something that always got me going, I'm not sure exactly why. While we began to catch up I tried to make it not too obvious that I was checking her out, but I couldn't really help it, especially with the short black mini skirt and tight black tank top she was wearing. She had a couple sexy tattoos as well, one around her arm and one on the small of her back, both of purple flowers that drew my eyes everytime I glanced around. Basically, Danielle was a babe, and my kind of girl. She was there with a friend of hers named Stacy that I had met before but didn't really know. She was a tall and attractive, with dirty blonde short cropped hair and nice legs, shown off well in tight jeans and very tight, low cut t-shirt that showed off her lithe, attractive build. After a few minutes of conversation, in which I felt like she might actually be flirting with me a little, Ted walked up. I knew I was in for it now. Ted was the first friend I'd made when I moved to town and needed a roommate, and he was cool to hang out with, drink beers and play video games, but in mixed company or especially around girls he could be pretty damn annoying sometimes. Ted was over weight and didn't take very good care of himself, and had really no sense when it came to girls, and made up for that fault by being crass and extra-annoying whenever a good looking girl was around, especially when he'd been drinking. "Hey ladies!" Ted said, obviously ogling both girls. Stacy, the blonde got a sour look on her face as soon as she saw him. It was obvious he already had a buzz going. I took a deep breath. So much for my conversation with Danielle. "Hey Ted...," Stacy said stirring her drink and glancing around the room for someone else to talk to. "You two have any plans for later? Brian and I were just saying we wouldn't mind bringing a couple girls back to our place for a party tonight". I kicked him in the shin, but he just kept smiling lecherously at them both. "Uh... yeah, I'm pretty sure were busy," Stacy said, picking up her drink and walking off. Danielle smiled apologetically at me, and stood as well. "Oh come on," Ted said, blatantly staring at Stacy's ass as she stood (which did look pretty damn great in those tight, low cut jeans). "Stacy, If I told you that you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?" He then began to laugh like he'd just invented that sorry old line, and it was the funniest, most clever thing ever said. Both girls quickly walked off. Danielle smiled and said it was good to see me. I sighed and slammed the rest of my drink as I tried not to think about the sway of her hips in her tight mini-skirt as she walked away. "Great work Ted. Once again, fucking up any chance I might have had," I sighed. "Oh come on, I think those two are dykes anyways. Those tattoos and that lip piercing that chick Danielle has? You know she is at least," he said, loud enough that they could probably hear it all the way across the room. "Bartender, make it a double," I said with a sigh as I prepared myself for another lonely night ending alone in my bed. The next morning I woke up with a heavy duty hang over on the couch in our living room, my clothes and shoes still on. I clicked the TV off, which was blaring some annoying commercial and put my hand to my head. Great, just what I needed, an all day hangover. I couldn't even remember coming home last night. A few weekends ago I'd done this same thing, and ended up spending almost 200 bucks at the bar. I moaned and picked up my phone to check my bank balance, hoping to God that I hadn't done the same thing again, especially since I'd just gotten paid Thursday. My account came up. Zero dollars? "Fuck!" I yelled as I checked the history. I grew even more confused when I saw that I'd only spent about 45 bucks at the bar, sticking to cheap booze and beer which had been my plan. Then I noticed another charge, for almost 2 grand, which had been my entire bank balance! It said it was for "Rabbit Foot's - smart phone application". Rolling my eyes, I quickly checked the recent downloads. Sure enough, there was a new app installed called "Rabbit's Foot Keychain". What the fuck kind of app costs 2 grand? Ug, what the hell had I been thinking? Dreading a day on the phone with my bank trying to get my money back, I brought up the app. A picture of a lucky rabbit's foot came up and I touched it. Text appeared on the phone, and a female voice read it aloud "PLEASE ENTER OR SPEAK YOUR WISH. YOU HAVE 6 HOURS OF APP TIME REMAINING ON THIS TRIAL". Great, it wasn't even a full version! For 2 grand? Just my luck I thought to myself, wincing as I sat up and a wave of hangover nausea swelled in my gut. "Great what a waste of money." Why the hell had I bought this stupid thing? I must have been trying to download something else. Now I was broke and all I had to show for it was this stupid app. "I wish I had all my money I spent on this app back in my account, and that I didn't have a fucking hangover," I said, expecting whatever stupid joke this thing was to pop up on the screen. Instead, exactly what I said appeared on the screen with a quick moving load bar. "YOUR WISH IS GRANTED - YOU HAVE 5 HOURS AND 59 MINUTES LEFT," the robotic, female voice said as the same thing printed on the screen. I felt a weird tingling in my head. Afraid I might puke I started to stand up. Blinking my eyes as the feeling subsided I stopped walking towards the bathroom. My headache was gone. My hangover was gone. In fact, I felt great! OK, that was weird. Maybe I didn't have as bad a hangover as I thought though. Out of curiosity, I checked my bank account. It now read that a credit had just appeared for $1,955.31 - the exact amount of money I'd had in my account before buying this stupid app last night - not only did I no longer have a hangover, but I'd gotten my money back. "Holy shit," I muttered as I reloaded the page and checked again. It looked like it really had worked. How could that be possible? Was it some kind of crazy hacking program that could steal money from banks or something? PLEASE ENTER YOUR NEXT WISH said the app. Just then Ted's bedroom door opened and he walked into the room. "Man, you got really wasted last night man, do you even remember leaving the bar?" He laughed. "After those two chicks shot us down you went on a real bender!" Some friend. This was his idea of cheering me up? I filled Ted in on what had happened with the app and showed him my phone. He grabbed it out of my hand. "This can't be right - but godamn if it doesn't look legit!" he said, as he looked at my bank account. "Let me give this hangover cure a try," he said as he began to type into the phone with a smile on his face. "Come on man, give me my phone back, I don't want that stupid thing to fuck up my bank account anymore. I'm probably going to end up with the FBI over here for hacking my bank account," I said, trying to grab the phone out of his hands. Suddenly we both stopped as there was a hesitant knock at the door. Ted's eyes widened as he looked towards it. I heard the phone chime in his hand the same way it had when I'd used the wish to get my money back. "Whoa," Ted muttered as he opened the door. There stood Danielle and her blonde friend from last night, dressed in the same sexy clothes they'd been wearing the night before and both looking very confused. "Um... hi," the Stacy said in a quiet voice. "Hey guys... uh, we were just near by and... well, you remember, we saw you guys at the bar last night? Um... well... uh...," she stammered as she wrung her hands and fidgeted with her short, sexy blonde hair. I noticed both girls looked very flushed and seemed to be sweating a bit. Stacy was looking down and then up nervously at Ted. Her breathing was heavy and she looked very confused. "Hey Brian," Danielle said with an awkward but VERY sexy smile in my direction. I just stood there not understanding what the hell they were doing at our front door. How did they even know where we lived? "Well, what Stacy means to ask is, could we come in?" Danielle said, looking in my direction. Her curves looked even better in the daylight than they had in the dark bar last night, and her tight black shirt and black mini skirt hugged her body as she tossed her hair back over her shoulder.. She gave me an odd look as she asked and licked her full, sexy red lips, passing her tongue over the silver piercing in the middle of her lower lip. She looked almost hungry. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was coming on to me! "No fucking way!" Ted said as he flashed me the phone in his hand. I could see that he had typed into the "my wish," box the following sentence - I wish those two girls from the bar last night were here right now and would be Brian and I's incredibly horny sex slaves, that loved to do anything we said, serve us and fuck us. After that was printed - YOUR WISH IS GRANTED -REMAINING APP TIME 5 HOURS 34 MINUTES. "Come on in girls!" Ted said as he walked towards them. The blonde had a half shocked look on her face as she entered, her long legs looking amazing in her tight jeans. The rest of the look on her face that wasn't shock though was clearly something more urgent. She bit her lip and sighed lustfully as Ted put his hand on her shoulder to guide her into the room. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off him. Was it possible... that that app was actually doing this? For a second I thought it had to be some kind of prank, but how the fuck would Ted have gotten these girls to do this? Last night they had both been disgusted with him! "I can't believe this thing actually works!" he said smiling, when suddenly Stacy grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. She pulled him close, kissing him deeply on the mouth as he ran his hands greedily over her body. I just stood there staring, not believing what I was seeing. "Hey, uh... can I... well..." I snapped out of it when I realized Danielle was standing very close to me. She was smiling and gazing at me with with shy but hungry brown eyes. "Im sort of embarrassed to ask this," she said as she brushed her full breasts against my arm and put her hand on my back. "but would you... well, oh god, I don't know why I'm doing this..." she said, the confused flash coming across her face again. "Danielle, look I think I might know what's going on, you see," I started, all prepared to tell her about the weird events this morning involving the app. "You do? Oh god then, please, just fuck me!" she said, looking surprised as the words left her mouth, but also incredibly relieved. Before I could even react, she grabbed me and threw me down into a chair, launching herself into my lap. She tossed her long black hair around as she grinded her extremely curvy body into me and hungrily licked and bit at my neck and ears. I so shocked that all I could blurt out was her name as I wiggled awkwardly beneath her surprise attack. "Please master, I need you so fucking bad. All I want is your cock inside me. Please just fuck me," she said between licks, bites and frantic attempts to kiss me. "Danielle listen," I said as I tried to move my face away and push her off me. She clung furiously, grinding her crotch and legs into me like the worlds greatest lap dancer. "You don't really want to do this," I said, my will and the idea that this was not right quickly becoming at odds with my now rock hard dick straining in my pants as Danielle writhed against me. "Oh, but I do. I don't know why, but I have to have you! All I want in the whole word is to be your sex slave!" she said, and with that she pulled her tight shirt off, revealing her amazing, perfectly full tits straining against a lacy black push up bra. She tossed her hair back, and I could see that her nipples were straining against the bra, rock hard and erect. She smiled and rose up, pulling my face into her cleavage to cut off any more arguments I might have had. My heart raced as she jammed her amazing tits against in my face and mouth and grinded her crotch into my lap. A guy only has so much will power. Danielle was amazingly sexy, and I'd never had a girl be close to this aggressive in my life. I barely noticed as Ted led the blonde into his bedroom as Danielle fell between my legs, now stripped to just her bra, panties, and high heels and began to give me the most amazing blow job of my entire life. Her full, sexy lips felt incredible as her head bobbed up and down, and I quickly began to beg her to slow down. She stopped for a second and smiled. "I want you to cum in my mouth...," she said in her sexy voice as she pumped my dick with her hand. She licked my balls with her tongue and then quickly deep throated me. "Seriously, you have to... you have to stop," I said, knowing that this wasn't right, but unable to do anything about it do to the wet, warm feel of her incredible lips sliding up and down my dick. "The only way I'll stop is once I have my master's cum in my mouth," she said. She then tossed her long black hair to one side and spit onto my dick, and began to pump me off furiously with her right hand. Her bra clad tits jiggling beneath her, she then placed her mouth over the end of me, doing something to the head of my dick I'd never felt before with her tongue. This was by far the greatest blow job I'd ever had. Guilty as I may have felt, there was nothing I could do. I leaned back and moaned, grabbing the back of her head as my cum filled her greedy throat and she moaned in ecstasy, swallowing every last drop. The next few hours were the most amazing sex of my life. Danielle fucked me every possible way, and a few that didn't seem possible. She screamed, writhed, yelled out and orgasmed over and over again like a porn star. Finally, I laid back, exhausted, naked and totally drained in the chair. She kissed me deeply with her plump, sexy red lips as she put on her bra and panties. She still wore her sexy high heels, she'd left them on the entire time we'd fucked. Just then Ted's door opened and he walked into the room in his bathrobe, the tall blonde, now totally naked, gazing worshipfully at his side. As shocking as the events of the last couple hours had been, I was still ill prepared for what I noticed now. Ted looked... different. I could tell it was him, but he was taller, at least by a foot. His robe hung open, and instead of the usual pudgy, overweight stomach he usually had, there was now a ripped six pack. In fact, he was totally cut, like a movie star. I glanced away quickly when I realized that his pants weren't on, but I definitely noticed that he was now sporting a ridiculously large dick between his legs. Stacy was different too. She looked younger. Both girls were in the mid to late twenties, but Stacy now looked like a high school student. A very sexy high school student, but she was obviously under 20 years old. Her hair had been a dirty, blonde brown before, that was cut short, but now it was bleached almost white and reached down all the way to her high, perfect ass. Her legs looked even longer, and even though her tits were now higher and a bit larger, she had a coltish look that was incredibly sexy. Then I noticed that her eyes now had an exotic almost asian look to them. "What the fuck did you do?" I asked gaping at him. "Isn't it great!" he said, flexing his arms and posing, much to Stacy's obvious enjoyment. "Check this out man, I did all kinds of stuff to both of us!" he said, grabbing the phone from the pocket of his robe. "You can use it to change how you look even! I'm like a god with this thing!" "No wait!" I said as he started in with a wish, glancing at Danielle who was sitting next to me looking confused. Ted pointed at her. "I wish that she was ten years younger too, just like her friend Stacy, and that looked exactly like the perfect wet dream girl for Brian. The kind of chick that he jerks it to on the internet!" he said with a chuckle. Danielle's eyes widened as she stood up. Suddenly the flower tattoos on the small of her back and her left arm began to spread. It grew out, vines and flowers winding up her sides and down her arm, until the entire small of her back, her left leg and arm were covered in intricate, colorful, purple and green flower tattoos. "What the fuck"? she said, staring in amazement. The rest of her skin was now paler and tighter as years flowed off of her, what had been only seconds ago 28 year old body as it reverted back to that of an 18 year old. Her ass lifted and became even higher, and her gorgeous tits raised up as well, defying gravity as they became the breasts of a busty teenager. Her long black hair began to grow even longer, until it reached below her ass. She stood gazing at the changes that wracked her body with wide eyes and a look of terror on her pretty face. "Please... make it stop," she said. Her hands flew to her mouth as several more piercings suddenly appeared in her full, sexy lips. She squealed as small steel hoops appeared in her nose and eyebrow, and she even grabbed at her tongue as a appeared through the end of it and a barbell pierced the center. Ted laughed as her then hands fell to her chest, which was now straining at the cups of her now too small bra as her breasts swelled. She'd been curvy before, but now she was insanely stacked. Her bra snapped and she screamed out again as she stared down, wide eyed at her now, huge, gravity defying tits with high, thumb sized nipples and large pink areoles. Large gauge silver barbells pierced each nipple, forcing them to stick out even further than they would without the jewelry. "There you go man, don't say I never did anything for ya'!" He laughed as Danielle stuttered and stared at her new body. Her ass strained at the tight black panties she wore. She'd had a great ass before, but now, her waist and stomach seemed to have shrunk, and her ass had swelled and pushed up until it was so sexy it would make Kim Kardashian jealous. Her entire left leg was covered from her foot to her crotch in detailed tattoos of green and purple flowers and vines, and her feet no longer fit into the high heels she wore as they'd become several sizes smaller. "Dude, you can't do this to her, it's totally fucked up," I pleaded. I stood and started to reach for the phone as he began to speak again. "Oh come on, how can you argue with these results?" he said as he grabbed Stacy's ass and gave it a rough squeeze which caused her to giggle and shoot him a sexy smile. "I even lowered Stacy's IQ and made her voice higher! Can you believe that shit?" he said with a laugh. "She always thought she was so great, but now she's just a dumb bimbo who loves to do my bidding, aren't ya' Stacy," he asked her with an evil smile. "Oh yes, Master," she said in a high, cartoony voice with a baby style lisp. "I love all the stuff you've done to me. All that confusing stuff I used to think about wasn't what a sexy girl like me should worry about. I just want to make you happy," she said, as she leaned against him, rubbing her naked body against his side. "Oh and I forgot the best thing...," he said with a smile, as he turned his attention again to Danielle, who was standing in stunned silence cupping her naked, pierced nippled, bra busting boobs in silent shock. She looked up at Ted and I started to plead. "Ted come on, stop this man, you got to change these girls back," I said, but just as I finished he started talking again. "I wish that she was a virgin again, just like Stacy, and that no matter how many times she gets fucked, every night when she goes to sleep she'd become a virgin again." Danielle gasped and her hands, which had been unsuccessfully trying to cover her huge, naked breasts suddenly shot to her black panty clad pussy. "See man, don't say I'd never done you any favors! How great is that gonna' be?" "I wish all the changes to my body I'd made to myself also affected Brian," he said, with a look on his face like he'd just done me another huge favor. My body began to tingle. I'd always been tall, about 6'2, but suddenly I shot up even higher. My skinny frame filled out until I had a total six pack were before had been a bit of a small but flabby beer gut. My arms were growing until they were huge and muscled. I looked at Danielle and I in the mirror. I could recognize both of us, especially in the face, but our bodies were completely different than they'd been before. She still was cupping her now huge, bare tits and my hand instinctively fell to by dick, which was easily 8 inches long and twice as thick as it had been before even though it was still flaccid from all the sex I'd just had. I grabbed it in my hand and stared in amazement as I began to instantly get an erection and it grew even longer. "Pretty sweet, huh?" Ted said. "and with that big shlong like mine, you can fuck twice as much as you could before, and you'll have twice the sex drive too! Gotta keep your new girl happy, am I right? Now, I wish you two would stop being such stick in the muds and go to your bedroom and try out those new bodies. I wish you love to dominate her in bed, and she loves to submit to you. Nothing makes you guys hornier!" He laughed as I felt my brain tingle again. "Oh, and make sure you're a little rough with her too,, I wish that she loved that now!" he said with a sleazy grin. Stacy laughed and jumped up and down, clapping her hands in excitement at her friends luck. Danielle turned, the horror at what had just been done to her body fading as an overwhelming desire to fuck overtook both of us. Next thing I knew we were in my bed, frantically kissing as she leaned back and I gently guided my huge cock into her tight pussy. She squealed and orgasmed instantly as I took her newly replaced virginity from her incredibly tight, 18 year old pussy. Totally obsessed with each other, we kept sucking, fucking and screwing each other's hyper sexed bodies like a couple of crazed nymphomaniacs. True to Ted's words, I even ended up even getting a bit rough with her, ordering her around as I fucked her in every possible position, shoving her head and holding her hair when she deep throated my now huge dick, and the whole while she begged me to fuck her, cum on her and kept calling me "Master". I'd never been in to that kind of stuff before, but with our new bodies we both loved it, and finally fell next to each other exhausted and covered in sweat and sex after having amazing, simultaneous orgasms. After we recovered I leaned over and kissed Danielle on her sexy lips, and she stuck her pierced tongue deep into my mouth, purring like a cat as her hand stroked my dick, which even though I was totally exhausted and drained, was still ridiculously huge. "We've got to get that phone back from him. No matter how good this feels, we can't let him keep doing this to us," I said. Danielle smiled at me and leaned back, running her hands over her huge tits, fingers lingering on her pierced, thumb sized nipples and gently stroking them. "I know. Deep inside I don't want to be like this, but my body feels so good," she said, as she dropped a hand between her legs and began to stroke herself down there as well. "Let's do it again," she said, as she began to slide down between my legs until her breasts were pressed against my crotch. "Danielle, we have to. Come on, get up and come with me," I said. Her eyes widened for a second and she leaped up from the bed, sending her amazing tits jiggling. "Yes master," she said, and I remembered that she would do anything I said and love it. She was after all, my sex slave. We entered the living room and Ted was sitting with Stacy on his lap, watching TV. The were both totally naked and the whole apartment reeked of sex. "Ted, look man, you've got to give me my phone," I said, as Danielle and I approached him. He smiled and stood up, slapping Stacy hard on the ass. "Why don't you two skanks stop gawking, cheer up and make us some sandwiches, then you two can come back in here and suck us off while we eat lunch," he said as he slapped Stacy on her very naked and very sexy ass. "Of course master." She smiled as Danielle and her quickly walked into the kitchen to follow Ted's order. Danielle still had a bit of a confused look on her face and was holding her huge tits with her tattooed arms crossed in front of them, but she followed Stacy. I guess Ted had made sure she would do what he said as well. What else had he done to the three of us, I thought to myself, horrified at what the possibilities were. "Dude, can you believe this?" he said, waving my phone. "Those girls are our sex slaves! This thing works! We can do anything with it! Anything!" "Ted, we can't keep them like this. It's totally wrong," I said as I stood, trying to pull up my ill fitting pants and making a grab for my phone. Ted spun, yanking the phone away from me. "Come on man, look at all the fun we can have with this. There's no reason to be a goody goody about it. Check this out," he said as he held the phone up. "I wish both those girls would have an incredible, powerful orgasm instantly on command from either Ted or I, and can have as many orgasms as we want, but can only have one orgasm a day without our verbal permission" "YOUR WISH IS GRANTED - YOU NOW HAVE 21 MINUTES REMAINING," the now all too familiar voice spoke from the phone. "Hey ladies, why don't you both cum really fucking hard right now?" he yelled into the kitchen. Suddenly two orgasmic, high pitched screams came from the kitchen as well as the sounds of clattering, breaking dishes falling to the floor. Ted laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Ted!" I pleaded. "It says that thing is about to expire! Come on, you have to change us all back, this is just totally fucking wrong!" "Ah man, you're such a spoil sport! You didn't seem to care to much about the right and wrong of it when Danielle was grinding her tits in her face," He laughed as he looked into the kitchen. "Hurry up with the food, and bring us some beers you dummies!" he yelled. "Yes master!" a shaken, but happy pair of female voices yelled back. "Ted, we CAN"T do this!" I pleaded. This was totally wrong. As great as the sex I'd just had was, I felt ashamed at what I'd done to Danielle, who obviously had no control over what she'd been doing. "You're just saying that because she wore you out," he laughed. "Don't worry though man, that gives me a good idea," He began to type into the phone. "Ted, don't fuck with that thing anymore!" Who knows what could happen, what the limits of that things powers were. "I'm just making it so we can keep up sexually with those two sluts," he said, raising the phone again. "I wish that Brian and I could have exactly as much sex as those two girls in the kitchen." "YOUR WISH IS GRANTED - YOU NOW HAVE 10 MINUTES LEFT" Suddenly a bizarre tingling came across my entire body, like when Ted had altered me, but even more intense. My vision blurred and went black. As I came to, I found myself standing in the kitchen staring at a shocked looking Stacy. "What the fuck..." I cut off my question when I heard my voice. It was high pitched. Way too high pitched. I looked down. Breasts. Two huge, firm, pale FEMALE breasts, with large pierced nipples hung heavily from my chest. My small, feminine hands flew up to them, squeezing them roughly, as I stared in shock at my arms, which were now covered in green and purple flower tattoos, and the long black hair that hung all around my face. I looked up and over at the mirror that hung on the kitchen wall as a sickening realization came over me. Ted's wish. I could now have sex as often as Danielle... because I WAS DANIELLE. "Oh holy fuck," Stacy said, gripping her own ample (but not nearly as ample as mine) chest and staring up at me. "Oh man, I think I fucked up. Brian?" she said in a super high, bimbo sounding voice. "Ted?" I stuttered, again horrified by my high voice. My tongue felt huge as I licked my bizarre, swollen feeling lips and the piercings in my tongue clanked against the rings pierced through my lips. Danielle had some really nice lips. I thought morbidly, running my tongue over them slowly. Scratch that. I had some really nice lips. My finger brushed one of my huge, pierced nipples and my eyes widened as a quick jolt of pleasure shot through my new body. "We gotta get that phone!" Stacy/Ted cried out in her super high voice as he charged towards the living room door. I followed, and almost fell as my tiny, bare feet slipped on the floor and I struggled to keep my balance with my wide hips, small waist and new, strange, female center of gravity. I had to grab my chest in my small hands to keep my boobs from bouncing all over. They had looked huge on Danielle, but from this perspective, now that I was a good foot shorter and 100 pounds lighter, they looked completely gigantic. The experience was as strange as it was humiliating. We flew into the living room to find a shocked pair of tall, muscled men standing there gaping at themselves. Ted/Stacy started for the phone, which was still in his bodies hand just as Stacy/Ted spoke, in Ted's deep voice, the words that would end up haunting me forever. "I wish I knew what the fuck was going on!" Stacy/Ted said, and a realization spread across her face. She grabbed Ted in his much weaker feminine body and flung him to the couch, clutching the phone. "Danielle, do you know what this fucker did to us?" she said, glancing at my old body, which was staring in a confused awe at her huge, semi hard cock that she now held in her hand. "Oh you fuckers are going to pay," she said, holding up the phone. "I wish that Danielle and I had our old bodies back, but that I am the only person that can use this phone" The phone responded, but not in a way it had before. "SORRY, YOUR APP TRIAL HAS EXPIRED. PLEASE DOWNLOAD THE FULL VERSION. THANKS FOR TRYING THE RABBIT'S FOOT KEYCHAIN APPLICATION" "Oh fuck me...," I said as I looked at Danielle/Me who was staring up from her now rock hard, 10 inch long cock and staring awkwardly at my small, very odd feeling, and very, very sexy female body. ONE YEAR LATER, 11 AM I awoke to a familiar feeling. A strong, muscled arm reached over me and firmly cupping my very large right breast, pulling it free from the confines of my low cut, black bra. I usually wear something sexy like this during the day, like master likes me too, but usually at night I wear a sports bra so my huge boobs wouldn't bother me so much when I sleep. It was hard enough that I always had to sleep on my side or back now, instead of my stomach like I always had up until that day a year ago. Last night though, I'd dressed up in some sexy underwear and passed out after Brian and I fucked until 3 in the morning, so I was still wearing what was left of the lingerie. A breathy sigh escaped my lips as strong fingers began to pinch my huge, sensitive nipple and tug on the barbell piercing that I could never get myself to remove. I had piercings in my tongue, lips, nose, eyebrow, all up and down my ears, my belly button and even my clit. Try as a might to take them out at first, I just couldn't do it, and now, I have to admit, I love how they look and feel. I've even had a few more piercings done in the last couple months. My body responded like it always did, by instantly tingling, the sensations from my ultra sensitive nipples shooting straight between my legs to my always way too amped up pussy. "You love that, don't you Brian?" Danielle whispered gruffly into my ear. He knew I did. As a response, I grinded my large, sexy booty that always got me so much attention whenever I was in public, against his muscular stomach as he pressed his huge body against me, making my oversexed, 19 year old, female body hum with desire. "Oh master, you know just how to get me going". I went by Danielle and he went by Brian in public now, for obvious reasons, but in the bedroom he liked to sometimes use my real name, and I liked to call him master. He didn't require me to call him that, but it made my brain tingle to do it. It made other things tingle too, but I won't go into that. It had taken months before I started thinking of myself this way - as Danielle. We'd both spent the entire time moping, crying and feeling sorry for ourselves, in between marathon sex sessions with our new bodies of course. At first I'd worn huge, baggy clothes, to try and cover myself, but as our minds slowly adjusted to our new situation, and we both helped each other get used to our new rolls, soon, I found myself wearing more and more make up, doing my hair, and trying to actually look and dress like a girl... a sexy girl. At first, I blamed it on the fact that Master had told me he liked it when I dressed in tight girl's clothes, and it does make him want to fuck me even more when I wear low cut tops and short skirts that show off my impossibly hot and buxom body, and of course, no matter how I tried to fight it at first, my body loves getting fucked by him, so I'm sure that was a part of the reason, but after a while I actually started begrudgingly enjoying the time I spent picking out clothes, learning to do my hair and make up until finally I spent as much time primping and posing in front of mirrors as the most image obsessed woman would. Master and I genuinely like each other, and get along well when we hang out, but, due to our bodies urges and the wishes Ted had made, I can't help being subservient to him, and he can't help getting off by ordering me around and having me do sexy things all the time. It doesn't help that we're both total nymphos now, having to fuck all the time just to keep our heads clear. There were entire weeks we spent at first without even leaving the bedroom, with master fucking me until I could hardly think, move or walk, taking me in every conceivable position known to man, and then some. I can't help but follow any orders he gives me as well, but luckily he isn't cruel to me. Sure, there's days I spend in tiny French maid outfits, cleaning the house and giving him long, slow blow jobs, nights he has me dress up in tiny latex nurse costumes or as a Hooter's waitress and perform elaborate stip teases for him, or other times that he takes me out to clubs and parties wearing skin tight outfits and has me shaking my ass and tits on the dance floor for hours, but my body loves doing that stuff, and as time goes by, I think I do too. Speaking of fucking, I could now feel the head of his gigantic, rock hard dick pressing into the back of my frilly black panties as he re- positioned his huge, muscled body against me. We'd both been through a lot mentally and physically the last twelve months, but whenever we fucked, which was so often that sometimes most of my waking hours were spent orgasming over and over, things seemed not as bad as you would think. Of course Stacy, master and I had all searched frantically for that Rabbit's Foot Keychain app to download again, but to no avail. None of us could find any trace of it. I searched for hours every day, but never found even a mention of it. Finally, after a year of looking, It seemed that I might be spending the rest of my life as a super sexed up, horny girlfriend for... well, I guess myself. My body at least. One thing is for sure, I've definitely made out better than Ted. Ted's name is Candy now, and I'm not sure if she even remembers her old name. She talks like a total air headed bimbo all the time, and lives to serve her master, Stacy. Thanks to that last wish, Stacy (who was now living Ted's life, but in his magically enhanced, and I might add, super attractive male body) knew that I'd not been the one who'd gotten us all into this, and was just as much a victim as they were, and we were actually friends and housemates now as well. Stacy preferred to take out her anger at our situation by humiliating and tormenting Candy (with Ted's mind stuck inside) every possible way she could think of. Candy got fucked six ways to Sunday constantly, all day long, and was rarely allowed to orgasm. She was also made to fuck random men and women, whenever the thought crossed Stacy's mind day and night. She was constantly punished, made to wear humiliating, ridiculous outfits, expose herself in public, kept horny but unable to orgasm or do anything without Stacy's permission at all times. Stacy had begun dating a lot of different, very attractive women, and kept Candy around more as a servent than a sex partner, mostly because Stacy knew how jealous it made Candy to see Stacy with other women. One night when we'd been drinking and my boyfriend was out, I'd even given Stacy a blow job while she made Candy watch. Hey, like I said, I might be straight, but my body is into guys, and Stacy has an amazing cock. Stacy loves to punish Candy, making her live in the "servents quarters," in the basement, and constantly having her talk about how much she loves to get fucked to everyone she meets, as well as having random, filthy sex with men whenever it amuses any of us. Stacy makes her walk around with vibrators stuck inside her ass and pussy, on the verge of orgasm for days at a time, giving men blow jobs in bar bathrooms and any other public place you can imagine countless times a week. Ted is still in there, unable to do or say anything as his female body spends day after day as a slutty bimbo fucking everyone she can. Two months agao, Candy had finally saved up enough for breast implants, and now sports a rack even bigger than mine (which are 34 DD for those keeping score at home). She brings home even more money now with those huge, obviously fake but very expensive and well done breast implants, and told me a few days ago that Stacy might even have her start making porn movies. She really has a hard time walking in her giant stripper heels she always wears and balancing those gigantic breasts, and while I can sympathize with her situation, I also can't help but get turned on watching her mince around with her huge boobs bouncing every which way. She wears super heavy slutty make up and cheap stripper clothes at all times, way racier than anything even I wear (except in the bedroom sometimes), and is forced to work at both Hooter's and a local strip club to pay our rent and keep us 3 from having to have jobs, and Stacy occasionally even sends her out as a high priced call girl or to entertain at bachelor parties, where she always ends up fucking every guy in sight. A couple times she even filmed it, and we all watched it with her later just to humiliate her even more. Sometimes we all go to see Candy at the strip club where she works, and master has gotten us both private lap dances from her. One time when we were in the VIP room with her, after Candy gave my boyfriend a blow job while I watched (secretly fingering myself beneath my short skirt of course) I could see why she made so much money. She was very good at her job. I definitely learned a thing or two watching how expertly she sucked him off that night. It was hard for me to think of myself as Brian anymore, and it was almost impossible to imagine that Candy had once been Ted. Another night at the strip club she'd been grinding on my knee, rubbing her tits in my face and telling me how much she wished I still had a big hard cock so she could suck me off when master had leaned over and whispered in my ear to make me orgasm several times. Of course, Candy wasn't allowed to cum, and I know master loved watching the tortured, jealous look on her sexy face as she watched me have earth shaking orgasms over and over while she danced in my lap like the teenage, bimbo stripper she now was, unable to cum without her own masters permission. So sure, I've made out better, I guess. Granted, I'm a sex slave, but Brian treats me well. He fucks the living shit out of me at least ten times a day, don't be mistaken about that, but my body loves it, and at least he treats me like his girlfriend, even if I wait on him hand and foot all the time. I love doing that stuff too. Nothing makes me happier and hornier than cooking, cleaning and servicing my master. He's the only man I've ever actually fucked (I've had some heavy petting sessions now and then with a guy or two, which at first bothered me, but once I found out that master thinks it's hot, I've done it a bit more often), and, while I know he has sex with other women, I always know my master loves me the most. I'm his perfect wet dream girl after all. He can never get tired of fucking me. Sometimes master takes me out to clubs, and lets me dance with and even pick up hot chicks to bring home for us, and he sits and watches us make out and go down on each other all night, before finally whipping out his huge cock and finishing us off. I always love the look on girl's faces when they'd first see his amazing dick. Some of them can barely take it, so I end up getting fucked from behind with my face buried in between some gorgeous babe's legs. Sure, I still love woman, but I can now fully admit that I'm most turned on by men, and especially my master. I was a little worried when a few times he's been fucking me he said that he'd like to watch me go to a bar and pick up some guy, and watch me lost my virginity to him, but I'm not sure if he really wants to do that, or if it was just talk when he was getting off with me. I have to admit, when I'm in horny and wanting to cum, I'm not sure I'd be totally opposed to that idea. Imagine how surprised a guy would be when he goes to fuck a chick that looks like me and finds out she's still a virgin. It might be worth doing just to see the look on his face. Don't get me wrong though, I am still very, very attracted to girls. I'm horny pretty much all the time, and plenty of time is spent fantasizing about girls, and watching the same kind of porn I'd watched as a guy. In fact I still, even after a year, get so turned on by the sight of my own female body that changing my clothes or showering often leads to prolonged sessions with the massaging shower head, performing masturbatory strip teases for myself in front of the mirror or hours spent feeling myself up and trying on sexy outfits in the dressing room at Victoria's Secret. So yeah, I still had my desires, but,all the wishes Ted had made about Danielle now applied to me. I am my old bodies sex slave, constantly horny, insanely curvy, covered in tattoos and piercings, my sex drive tied together with my impulse to be subservient and submissive to my master, and, the worst part, only able to orgasm once a day without his verbal permission, no matter how hard I try or how close I get myself to getting off. And trust me, I have tried, on many occasions, for hours and hours. Once I've used up my one free orgasm of the day, it's impossible. As you can imagine, that situation is incredibly frustrating when my boyfriend isn't around, but I soon found that a few texts to him that included some explicit photos of myself and he's usually willing to drop what ever he is doing for a quick round of phone sex that always ends in him commanding me to have an incredible climax. Yeah, he can even make me cum just by texting me the command. At least he is generous with dolling out my orgasms. I can't imagine how horrible it must be for Candy, spending days and weeks with that hunger building up in her body, bringing man after man to incredible orgasms, but rarely getting any release. Luckily, like I said, Brian is more than willing to help me out, over and over every day. Sometimes he even tells me to cum when we're in public, like at a bar or in a store. He isn't doing it to be cruel, but he seems to get off on public sex, and loves watching me try to deal with things like that in front of other people. Since it turns him on so much, I hardly mind it either. Sure, it's embarrassing when it happens, but master always gets so worked up from it I am guaranteed plenty of attention from him afterwards, so it's well worth the humiliation. He loves having me cum in the back seats of taxis, on airplanes, in the grocery store, in movie theaters, really anywhere that there are other people around, so he can watch me try (usually unsuccessfully) to bite my pouty lower lip, close my eyes and keep my whimpering to a minimum as my body goes into an unstoppable climax. Once he even whispered in my ear and made me cum in an elevator in front of about 6 other guys at our health club. I hate to admit it, but It was one of the best orgasms I've ever had, as a male or female. I cried out again and licked my full lips as my daydreaming was cut off by a strong hand roughly grabbing my ass. I was now wide awake, and very turned on. I felt master pull aside my panties and spread open my now very needy and very wet, virgin (once again) pussy. He was always gentle at first, because, once again due to Ted's perverted wishes, he knew that the first time he fucked my bare shaved pussy each day, he'd be once again taking my virginity. I'd grown used to the pain and pleasure of the experience as his took my "maiden hood," as he liked to call it, and, as he pushed inside me I actually felt me vagina spasm and grip his cock, begging him to push it deeper. As he slid himself into me, filling me up with his huge dick, his right hand roughly kneaded my tits and ass, and his left hand roughly pulled my long, black hair back, forcing me to arch my kneck so he could suck and bite it, which he knew drives me crazy. "You like that, don't you you little slut? You like it when I pull your hair and fuck your tight pussy," he said gruffly. "Yes," I replied between gasps. "Yes, what?" he said, jerking my hair back and plunging even deeper into my dripping wet pussy. "I like it when you pull my hair and fuck my tight pussy, master," I said, feeling even more turned on as he dominated me. I began to rock my hips, impaling myself on his amazing cock and biting my own, tattoo covered arm to keep from making those little sex kitten noises that I always uncontrollable made when he fucks me like this. He sometimes teases me about it later, but it wasn't something I did on purpose. This body is very hard to control sometimes, and gets very vocal during sex. When he began to gently play with the tiny, silver hoop that pierces my super sensitive clit, I could no longer help it and cried out for him to fuck me harder, sounding just like a porn star in my girlish, high pitched voice. I was sure that the hot red head Stacy had brought home last night was probably in the living room and could hear me, and the thought of her imagining me getting fucked by my boyfriend turned me on to no end. Suddenly, he picked me up with his strong arms, and lifting my hips with his dick still buried in my wet pussy began doing me doggy style. I knew what he was up to. He knew how much I loved to get fucked like this. I think it was maybe because it was so humiliating at first, but nothing gets me off like him pounding into me while my big sexy ass slapped against his strong thighs and he gripped my curvy hips. "Please, tell me to cum," I begged, tossing my long black hair out of my face and over my shoulder as I looked back to watch as him reach around and squeeze my jiggling breasts, tugging on the barbells that pierced my large, hard and very sensitive nipples and then twisting my nipples until I squealed in pleasure. "No, you can do it on your own," He laughed and grunted as he sped up, fucking me harder and faster. I looked over into one of the many full length mirrors in our room, and once again was caught off guard at how incredibly sexy I looked bent over, long black hair with the bleach blonde tips falling around my gasping face. I'd just added the bleached tips last week when master had commented on how sexy it looked on a girl we saw at a club. Now, looking at my hair falling around my face and tattoo covered back and shoulders, getting fucked from behind with my huge, perfect, gravity defying tits swinging beneath me with every thrust I realized that it did look hot, but also made me look pretty slutty. Oh well. I guess I am pretty slutty. He gripped my boobs in his huge hands and gave them several hard squeezes, which made my pussy tighten on his dick as he fucked me. I often get comments from people (especially women) about my breasts being fake. Sure, the way they stick up in the air on their own, despite their huge size, is pretty unbelievable, but once I let someone see them without a bra, or feel them, it's hard to argue that they are 100% natural, despite how ridiculous they may look on my short, girlish frame. "No...," I pleaded, between breathy moans as he gripped my hips and fucked me harder. I could feel an orgasm building deep inside me. "Come on, it's not fair...". He laughed again and slapped my ass hard enough to leave a red mark on my huge ass cheek. I love looking at those marks before they fade in the mirror after we have sex. Any excuse to check out my ass. He laughed and slapped my ass again, even harder. "Please... tell.. me... I can cum," I begged as I rocked harder and harder against him, squeezing my own breast with my hand, pinching my nipple like I love with my long, black painted finger nails. He leaned forward and licked my ear (yet another of my extremely erogenous zones), and his finger slid between my legs to rub my clit. I knew I wouldn't have much time left once he started that. My clit is so sensitive I can barely think when it's being fingered. "Please... just tell me... to... cuuuuuummm!" My last word turned into a high pitched scream as an amazing orgasm rocked my body, and my pussy clenched down hard, spasming on his gigantic cock. Too late, I was cumming, and cumming hard, all over him as he laughed. The orgasm rocked my body for almost a full minute, before he finally rolled me over. I held up my tits as he straddled me, and I squeezed them together with my small hands trying to keep them from jiggling too much as he rocked our bed and stroked his foot long dick, aiming it right at my big boobs. "Tell me to cum on your big girly tits," He ordered. "Please master, cum on my big girly tits," I said. I couldn't have stopped from saying it if I wanted, but I it turned me on to talk like that when we were fucking, and I know it gets him off so I don't mind. I probably wouldn't have ever done it on my own, but once he mentioned how he liked it if I talked dirty when he fucked me, I found myself doing it more and more, until it became almost second nature whenever I'm in a sexual situation (which is most of my waking hours). I reached down, lifting my left breast to my full, sexy lips and licked my own rock hard nipple, flicking the jewelry that pierced it with my tongue and loving the sensation on my ultra sensitive tit as I imagined how sexy it must look to him. With tits as big as mine, it was more than easy to do. I flicked the piercing with my tongue ring, making a clanking sound before taking the whole, very large and VERY sensitive nipple into my mouth. That was the final straw. He groaned, flexed his six pack abs and blew his load all over my ample chest, as he had many times before, and then began rubbing the head of his dick over my big, pink areoles and hard, thumb sized nipples until they were covered in his cum. He looked at me and smiled. Shit, I'd wasted my one permission free orgasm once again. Now I'd have to ask him to make me cum for the rest of the day. Oh well, I knew from experience that I'd get off plenty more times before my twenty four hours were up. "How about we get cleaned up, go to the mall and get you some sexy new underwear?" he said, as he climbed off of me. I smiled as I remembered the last time he took me lingerie shopping, and remembered how he'd fucked me in the bathroom stall after we left the store. Yeah, I think I might actually be learning to enjoy being Danielle, even if I am a bit of a slut.