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Frustration By TwoSpiritsTG ----------------------------------------------------------------------- If you enjoy the story please leave a review. It's the only way I can get feedback from readers, since all the "reads" statistic does is give me an idea of how many people found it, not necessarily who liked it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This story does not have a central plot to tie all the transformations together, just detailed transformations and sex scenes. Unlike my other stories, it's not really going somewhere. All transformations will be into popular fictional characters from different media. This is intended as a writing exercise for me that I gave a theme so I can upload it for you guys. If you see this updated before any of my other stories, don't worry about it. This is a side- project I'll work on when I need a break from the other things. This will be written in the third person, since it's something I struggle with and as I stated before, this is writing practice. If point of view ever changes to first person and I missed it, my apologies. Most of my other stories will remain in the first person. TABLE OF CONTENTS Use ctrl+f to search the chapter tag. Each chapter is split into a transformation part and a XXX part Prologue . . . . . . . . . [INTRO] (No sex, Introduction) Synopsis . . . . . . . . . [tl;dr] Chapter 1 / 1x . . . . . . [CH001] [XXX01] (Jessica Rabbit) Chapter 2 / 2x . . . . . . [CH002] [XXX02] (Morrigan Aensland) Chapter 3 / 3x . . . . . . [CH003] [XXX03] (Lara Croft) Chapter 4 / 4x . . . . . . Coming Eventually, Maybe. Probably. *shrug* ======================================================================= Prologue [INTRO] (No Sex, Introduction) ======================================================================= (The sole purpose of this chapter is to introduce you to the world. Skip to the synopsis [tl;dr] if you want to know what's going on when you read later installments.) Crash! Jacob entered his room throwing a duffel bag full of clothes and other possessions on the floor and falling onto the bottom bunk. He buried his face in the pillow, exhausted from the long drive back to campus after being home over the summer. The first semester of his sophomore year still didn't start for another 2 weeks, but after the incident at home he couldn't stay anymore. Jacob came out to his older sister as being transgender, who was elated to finally have the sister she always wanted. This was the response he expected and made him feel a lot better, but his mother and little cousin had overheard the whole thing, and her sobbing got their attention. His mother wasn't against the idea of transgender, but she was terrified about how her husband, Mr. Thompson, would react. She could keep the secret, but a 5-year-old wasn't to be trusted. Jacob, with the help of his sister, packed up his clothes, art supplies, and other miscellaneous possessions, and left that night while his mother distracted the little one. His father blew up his phone the whole 8 hour drive, so Jacob turned it off and didn't check it until he arrived on campus. He laid face-down in his bed, almost catatonic, for nearly three hours. It was quiet since only a small handful of boys stayed for summer classes and the others weren't in any rush to get back from their home treatment of free food, moms doing laundry for them, and old friends. Rusty, one of Jacob's three roommates and his closest friend since fourth grade, was supposed to be back already, but Jacob was relieved the one in the bunk above him was still out. He dream humped the bed and frankly it was a little weird. He got shit from the others for it all the time, but it doesn't change the fact that Jacob sometimes woke in the middle of the night to dry humping from above. Four days passed of Jacob puttering around the frat house in a white t- shirt, boxers, and socks doing nothing but eating cereal, sketching, playing games, and eating more cereal. He was well built for an arts major, having spent some time in the gym with others from the frat. His hair was short, but long enough to shape into a few different styles, and a very dark brown. He had dull blue eyes and a strong jawline. His facial hair varied between days, ranging from 'I'm not lazy and just shaved' to 'what's a job interview?' He wasn't a heart throb, but he was still pretty attractive according to the ladies, but mostly his friends playing around. He went to school at the University of Central Florida in Orlando. He liked it in this frat. It was a bunch of guys just doing guy things, but it wasn't full of super crazy party animals. They were there, but for the most part the focus was the freedom of living out of the house and throwing the occasional party, and general college life. Jacob ran to the bathroom, having held it for too long, and grabbed a random stall. He took out his phone to pass the time and saw the missed calls notification blinking at the top of the screen again. Being the only one in the bathroom he took a deep breath and finally decided to listen to them. The first one was a rant from his father asking how Jacob could do this to him. He always wanted a son and intended on keep having children until he got it right. He scolded Jacob for not even trying to not be transgender and that he's a boy and needs to man up. The second one was also from his father, much more solemn, about how he was throwing his life away by being this way, and that he needs to fix it. Jacob was told to think about his father's feelings, and how he hurt them, and that he was the victim in all this. The third message was about how all school funding was getting pulled and that he was on his own. Jacob was on a few scholarships and wasn't too worried about that one, but offended that the portion his parents were paying for was being ripped away. The fourth message was his sister excited to go clothes shopping, but upset she would have to wait for hormones to take effect. The fifth message was his father, angry again, and he told the rest of the family he was a freak, and that they are disgusted by him. Jacob paused to check the social networking sites, and not only was family publicly gossiping about how disgusting it was, but people he thought were friends were mocking him and word was spreading like wildfire. He had a lot of support from other people, most of his friends and some strangers in fact, but the few that were opposed to him cut deep. He didn't listen to the other messages, and instead threw the phone under the stall sobbing. He was barely moved out of the house and starting his own life and this had to happen. It was supposed to be just his sister, who was a very passionate and accepting person, and the whole thing blew up out of control! The emotions boiled up inside and he started punching the metal toilet paper dispenser repeatedly. His knuckles started to get cut on the edges, but he didn't feel it. He continued punching away until it crashed onto the floor, ripped out of the wall. He kicked it away and leaned to the side against the wall still crying his eyes out. It wasn't FAIR. He didn't ask to be born this way. Why couldn't it all just have been right the first time around? He started to settle down as thoughts of suicide started to race around his head. He was quietly tearing up and sitting still, just staring forward. Then a sound distracted him from his thoughts. He saw from under the stall a small, slender hand pick up the toilet paper roll and metal encasing. Jacob reached under to the next stall over and quickly wiped, pulled up his pants and exited the stall. No one else was in the room except for a vision of beauty. A woman was sitting on the counter next to the sinks looking at the dispenser with curiosity. She was sitting with her legs crossed in a white chiton dress with a gold rope tied around her waist. Her feet bore simple leather sandals, but showed no signs of dirt. Her hair was long and brown, just a little lighter than Jacob's, and braided in only a few spots so it still had volume and flowed over one shoulder. She had olive branches tucked behind her ears and wrapping around her forehead to form a sort of crown. As he exited the stall, she looked up at him with a glowing smile and brilliant blue eyes, much more lifelike than his own. She only appeared to be 23 at the oldest. "Uh, um, uh," Jacob started to say, meagerly pointing at the woman in the room. "Cat got your tongue?" she said, pausing, and then bursting out into laughter, dropping the dispenser. "Oh, sorry. That cracks me up. Just a joke we have considering how we're portrayed some times." Jacob started to side step slowly to the door. "okay, well, toga parties don't usually start until later in the year, and only at the crazy frats, so you need-" She interrupted with a gasp and folded her arms. "Toga? TOGA? I'll have you know that this is much more refined than those cheap Roman knock- offs. Honestly, they didn't have an original idea in those heads of theirs," she said nonchalantly, uncrossing her arms. "Always copying us and our culture. Still, it was flattering and we did help them with some of their advancements." Jacob, starting to get concerned and a little scared continued to leave. "Okay, well I'm leaving now. You can feel free to be crazy somewhere else." She laughed again. "Oh, Jacob, I always liked how you were such a kidder." She dropped from the counter, landing gracefully onto the ground without making a sound. She walked so smoothly over to Jacob, that if he didn't know any better he would say she was gliding through the air. "I'm so glad that I, me, finally got to meet one of, well, you. It's truly an honor to be working together in person after being in the background for so long." "Okay, now I'm really leaving," Jacob said, turning around, but the strange woman just floated in view. "Okay, okay, I know it's a lot to take in right now, but just give me a chance and you won't regret it! Please? Together we can make all your dreams come true!" At that moment the door opened and one of the other guys walked in. "Hey Jacob, who're you talking to?" he asked, walking over to one of the urinals. Jacob raised an eyebrow. "The, um, crazy lady in the bathroom?" he stated, unsure of himself. The other guy yawned. "I don't care how much you drink or if you smoke dude, but lay off the other stuff. I don't want this frat to get shut down." As he said that the woman meandered over to the urinal, hands behind her back over her waist, and leaned over to take a peek. He didn't react at all, but she turned to Jacob. "Hubba hubba, whoever crafted that nice meat stick is a genius," she turned back to him. "It's so perfectly formed and large..." her voice trailed off, licking her lips. Seemingly to completely not notice her, the guy at the urinal finished up, flushed, and went to wash his hands. Jacob glared at the woman and mouthed "what the hell was that?" She smiled and started mouthing back while moving her hands and feet as if she was marching in place, what Jacob could best guess was. "I have a table that the pigs put shoes on." The frat boy patted Jacob on the shoulder as he left. "we'll inspect your room later this week. Make sure it's all gone buddy, can't have your career as an artist crash and burn before it starts." As the door closed Jacob grabbed his head and moved over to the counter. "What the hell is happening?" "Well," the woman started to say, strolling over to Jacob. "I thought we were playing a game where we mouthed to each other." "What you said was nonsense!" Jacob snapped. "Why didn't he see you?" "Oh!" the woman cheerily said. "Only you can. You manifested me. First time someone did that since Tesla invented electricity. In fact, the big guy liked the idea so much, he went back in time and used it, haha. How cool is that?" "Wait, you're telling me that you knew Tesla? One of the most brilliant scientists ever?" Jacob exclaimed. The woman's bounce dropped. "Pfft, no. That was 'Sofia.'" she said in a mocking tone at her name. "Everyone thinks she's so perfect. But ha! Jokes on her, my man manifested me, and we gonna rock this shit! Did I say that right? that's what people say now?" Jacob shook his head. "You're crazy! You are a crazy person. Just leave, um, whoever you are." "Alcina, captain!" she said with a salute. "And no can do. I've been waiting several millennia for this chance, and I latched onto one of the most talented projected artists of the era, and I refuse to let go, sir!" Jacob smiled a little. "Wait a second, most talented this era?" "Sir yes sir!" she said with her usual bounce, still in a salute. "Stop that," Jacob snapped. Alcina lowered her salute. "You truly have talent. You just need some, how do I say, push every now and then. Inspiration. You need... me!" She threw her hands up in the air with a gaping smile. "Remember that comic we worked on in middle school? Oh, it was so great, those publishers didn't know what they were saying! The whole school loved it, it was so great it-" "-it's what pushed me to pursue art. What do you mean 'we?' How- how did you know that?" Jacob asked, letting his guard down a little. "Well," she stated, shrugging. "I'm your muse. Ta-da!" she exclaimed, shaking her hands to the side and up. "My- my- my muse?" Jacob stuttered in disbelief. "Yup!" she said, leaping a little. "Your inspiration! You have the ideas and the talent, and I give you the motivation and push to do it! I chose you when you were just two and drawing on the wall with crayons. Real masterpieces those were. A shame your mother didn't think so, though." "Wait, you're the one that got me arrested for vandalizing the school in high school!" "What else were you supposed to do with a huge white wall?!" she yelled clutching her hands in front of her. "It was just sitting there, BEGGING to be painted. And besides, they let you off the hook when you added the school name to it and removed the naughty bits. It's still there from what I can tell." "So, so what? You're here. You're 'manifested' as you put it. Now what do we do?" "Jacob-boy," she said, putting her arm around his shoulder and turning him to the mirror, waving her hand through the air. "Now that you reached the truest, highest potential as an artist, the world is your canvas. You may reshape it to your heart's desire." "And, and you won't judge me?" Jacob asked, blushing. "Of course I will!" Alcina announced, pulling him in closer and kissing him on the top of the head. "All 10s! Across the board!" Jacob twiddled his thumbs, looking down at his feet, blushing even harder now. "Um, even, um, if, uh," he couldn't believe he was buying into this. If this was a prank he would just die, but he was at such a low he would try anything. "Even, if, um, I used, uh, myself? As a canvas?" Alcina lifted his chin up with her finger, turning his face towards her, and leaned in real close smiling. "Jacob, I can't wait to see her." ======================================================================= Synopsis [tl;dr] ======================================================================= Jacob Thompson joined a fraternity at UCF (University of Central Florida - Orlando, FL). He majors in visual arts and often recreates his favorite characters through various mediums. Jacob has one major frustration though, and that is with his gender. He is so frustrated in fact that his muse, his inspiration, physically manifests as a sort of imaginary friend. Her name is Alcina, and she has given him the ability to make the world his canvas. Things start to go awry when Jacob tries using the power on himself, and seems to be only able to change those around him. It seems Jacob is the only one not changing around here as his fraternity slowly becomes a sorority. ======================================================================= Chapter One [CH001] Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Rodger Rabbit) ======================================================================= Jacob, still standing in the bathroom next to his muse, Alcina, smiled, turned to the mirror, rubbed his hands together, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. "Just breath and focus," Alcina said coolly in his ear. "It's no different than picking up a pencil or sculpting knife. Just relax, focus, and will it to happen." ***** Meanwhile, back in Jacob's room, Rusty finally arrived. He wasn't much of a tool, but when alone he liked to pose in the mirror and act like the king of the beach. He tore his shirt off, still wearing his shoes, and flexed in the mirror. He had short, spikey, gelled black hair which seemed to be getting a little too long. Rusty stopped his show, picking at the tips of his hair. "huh, need a haircut soon," he said to himself as he went back to pretending. It wasn't until his hair lost its form and fell into his eyes that he noticed something going wrong. He stopped again, running a hand through his hair as it started to tickle his neck. He turned around, watching as it stretched and reached down his back, tickling along the way, his scalp tingling pleasantly. He whipped back around in a panic, hair flying around and into his face. As it reached past his shoulders it started changing colors, getting a little lighter, and changing to a red, and a little into orange. It gained volume and plumed out, falling in front of his face. No matter how often Rusty moved it back behind his ear, any movement after that made it fall back over one eye again. ***** Jacob opened his eyes excitedly in the mirror, then his demeanor dropped to disappointment. "Nothing." "What did you try?" Alcina asked, arm around Jacob. "Hair," He stated bluntly. Alcina furrowed her brow. "Hmm, it'll take some getting used to. Close your eyes again and think about what you have in mind. Aside from hair what is the first thing you notice? Focus on that." ***** Rusty groaned as he clenched his stomach with his arms. He squeezed so hard that he could swear he was crushing his waist down to nothing. Eventually his fingertips nearly touched and he let go, looking back in the mirror. His waist was small, so small that he could probably wrap his hands around it. His face contorted into concern and horror as the feeling in his waist moved down and his hips started to expand and his ass inflated. The feeling of orgasm centralized around his butt rather than his crotch, and he couldn't help but grab and grope it, moaning. Each little squeeze grabbed a softer, and softer flesh as they continued to fill out, tearing through his boxers. The elastic slid up to his waspish waist, the rest tearing to shreds, hanging. His cock was at full attention, now free to breath and move. As the orgasm subsided in his ass, it shot down his legs which shifted and moved, putting more emphasis on his thighs and less on his calves. His hair fell freely to the floor in a flurry, creating such smooth, hard to resist legs that went for miles. Rusty caressed them with his hands, and rubbed them together, gliding across each other without any friction. He stood back up, the changes still taking place, and turned around to get a look at his voluptuous ass. His hips crashed into the desk under the mirror, and he grabbed his side in pain, grabbing the chair in front of the desk and sitting down, wincing. They were so much wider than the average woman, let alone for a man to deal with. "I, but, how?" he started to ask himself as his legs and feet finished, the feeling welling up into his chest. All of his hair ejected out, floating down as his six pack faded away. He grabbed at it in vain as the blissful butterflies dancing in him felt like they were leaving his body. He sighed in relief, looking to the ceiling, but the fluttering was still strong, He looked back into the mirror where he was sitting, watching as his already B-cup boobs continued to grow. He grabbed them, trying to push them back in, breathing heavily, but all he managed to do successfully was stimulate his nipples and get his dick even harder. As his tits grew, his arms released their hair and started to slim. Rusty's mind was going numb from so much ecstasy surging through his body, but he just kept trying to push them back in. Soon his hands and arms grew weary from the loss of muscle and constant strain that they were unable to resist his now F-Cup bust. He let go of them, but they didn't fall far. Despite their size they stayed perky and resistant to gravity. The feeling split up, moving to his neck and face, and the other surging down to his crotch. He placed a hand on his dick, trying to hold onto it as it jumped, throbbed, and came. Sperm flew out of his cock with force, shooting up onto his face and onto the desk, but didn't stop. His balls emptied out, pushing everything through his shrinking dick and all over his chest and stomach as the stream lost pressure. "ooohhhh- OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh- OOOOOOOhhhhhhh-! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH-!" He moaned and yelled as his voiced shifted higher to a more sultry tone. His eyes were closed in both pleasure and preventing cum from getting in them, preventing him from seeing his jawline shift and his face become more angular. As all the feelings subsided, the naked Rusty stood up, falling forward from his heavy chest moving, and looked as the vision of pure, personified sex in the mirror. She looked familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. His torn boxers started mending themselves, shifting from a teal and blue vertical stripe pattern to a solid, glittery red. The elastic faded away, but started to stretch upwards, hugging his tight, exaggerated curves. The bottom half, likewise, started to stretch downwards. One side didn't mend, however, leaving a slit for his soft, long, smooth leg to stick out of. He raised a hand to his gaping mouth as he realized where he recognized her from, Jessica Rabbit. He and Jacob hit puberty the day they discovered who she was. A violet glove sparked into existence at his fingertips, sliding up his forearm and past his elbow, caressing him along the way. The room seemed to shift downward as red heels started to extend from his feet, adding even more height. Rusty turned around in panic, stumbling to walk in the heels and hip checked the bedpost, falling onto the ground. His large tits flopped into his face. He kicked off the heels, grabbed the top bunk, and tried to hoist himself up. The bed caught the top of his dress, freeing his tits as he managed to finally crawl into place. He rummaged through his bag for a piece of paper and pen, tossing the rest onto the floor. Having grown up with Jacob, he knew that he was transgender, and wrote a note. "Dude, I am so sorry. We'll talk in the morning and figure this out. Maybe this will work out for you." His handwriting had become much more flowery, but being written against the uneven wall countered that effect. He folded the note, threw it on the bunk under his, and hid under the covers. The door to the room opened and a female voice carried through the room. "Don't worry about it Jacob. It's tough the first time." "Jacob had a lady friend with him?" Rusty thought to himself. "and it seemed like a failed first date, tough break." Rusty reminded himself to tease Jacob about that once the initial shock of what happened tonight subsides. Jacob picked up the letter and read it as he climbed into bed, Alcina looking around the room and taking it in before winking away in a subtle flash of light. He smiled as he read it, knowing that he had a true friend to help him with his social networking problem. Despite the failed attempt at making himself into the sexy Jessica Rabbit that made his balls drop as a kid, at least he had support with friends. Maybe the whole frat wouldn't turn on him after all. ======================================================================= Chapter One-XXX [XXX01] Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Rodger Rabbit) ======================================================================= Jacob woke up to the bed shaking violently. "Dude," he said glumly. "you're doing it again," but the shaking didn't stop. Tossing the covers aside, Jacob placed his feet on the mattress between the bars holding it up, and shoved, lifting the whole thing up, before quickly retracting his feet and making it fall back into place. "Ugh, what the hell?" a sultry, promiscuous voice carried through the air. Jacob groaned. "Bro! What's our rule? No chicks in the dorm room when the rest of us are sleeping! We need notice so we can crash elsewhere!" "Oh, um," the female voice continued. Jacob smiled at what comes next. "cockblock!" he yelled, placing his feet on the edge of the mattress and kicking up again, causing the two up there to tumble down. Only, one person fell out this time. A flash of red and a loud thump. Jacob slowly lowered his feet, realizing that no one else was up there and peered over the edge. "uhhhh." Rusty, now Jessica, sat up kneeling, rubbing her boobs and groaning. "What the hell, darling?" he asked, eyes shooting open and grabbing his throat. "Oh my god, it wasn't a dream," she said as she scrambled onto her feet and ran to the mirror, poking and pulling at her face and body. She turned back around, hair flying and breasts shaking, her ass hitting the desk clumsily. "I'm so sorry bro," she said, hand outstretched. "I wrote you that note to talk about tomorrow. I know how bad you want this and, FUCK! It happened to me. We'll figure out a way to change me back, and hopefully give it to you, okay?" she asked, desperately. Jacob's jaw dropped. "Y-you?" he said. "it hap-happened to you? I tried to do that to me!" "What?" Jessica asked. "you did this?" Jacob punched the mattress. "Dammit, why you?" Jessica rushed over to the bed and kneeled down. "Don't worry about it, we'll fix this, and until then I'll totally fuck you." "What?!" Jacob yelled. "I'm not fucking you." Jessica smiled. "No darling, it's cool, we can do this. You want to hit this, and I can't explain why but I want to as well." "No!" Jacob yelled. "That's gay." "It's not gay," Jessica argued. "I'm a woman now, and you identify as a woman, so technically it's lesbianism." She paused. "okay, it's still gay then, but the good kind of gay." "There is no bad kind of gay," Jacob said, seething with jealousy over Rusty's position. "Okay okay," she argued, hands up. "but the kind of gay I'm totally good with." "I'm not fucking you," Jacob argued. "My crotch is on fire man," he stated. "That dream I was having, darling, I was banging a dude. As a woman. It was pretty tight actually," she said with a smile and head nodding. "Besides, that morning wood you got tells me you don't really have a choice," she said pulling the dress over her head and tossing it aside. Jessica climbed onto the bed, despite Jacob struggling, pulled down his pants, and started stroking his cock with her silky, red glove. Her hair spilled all over his hips. Jacob slowly stopped resisting, not having had a womanly touch in nearly 3 years, junior prom. He looked down at Jessica's flawless form, her huge, wide ass in the air. He leaned forward, grabbing her monstrous hips, and caressed down her sides, feeling her tiny waist and expanding again to her shoulders. He reached beneath her, grabbing her giant jugs rubbing against his legs. His other hand ran through her brilliant, sexy red hair. Her bated breaths embracing his cock in a warm mist. Jacob started to push her in for the blowjob she obviously wants to give. Jessica's head resisted though. "I'm not sucking your dick bro, that's gay. We're just fucking." It was an odd sentence, but Jacob went with it. This real-life looking Jessica slowly rose up Jacobs stomach, rubbing his cock between her massive titties and continuing up his chest. Her breasts met at his mouth, and reflexively he started sucking on them, holding the other one in one hand and her ass in the other. "Oooohhhh," she moaned, running a hand through her hair and moved it back, the other reaching around and still stroking Jacob's cock. Jacob switched between breasts, switching his hands as well between her tits and ass. "I can't take it anymore," she moaned. "Shove it in my cunt. I need you inside of me, right in there." She begged. Jessica fell backwards, Jacob putting his cock right on her pussy lips and sliding it in. It was super tight, and she winced in pain a little, but opened her mouth in an audible gasp and wiggled her legs around. Jacob began slowly, sitting up as best he could holding onto her knees as Jessica fondled and played with her breasts and nipples. Her hair spread out on the bed in such a way that Jacob could hardly believe how sexy she was in real life. "Ha-harder," she begged, thrusting a little herself up a little. Jacob leaned over, sucking on a boob as he continued to fuck her, picking up speed as her moans continued to roar out of her. Her thick legs wrapped around his waist and kicked a little, her arms losing purpose and moving sporadically. Jessica felt the flow of orgasm rush across her body, her eyes rolling into her head a little. They were barely going at it for a minute before she was enraptured with his cock. She came for longer than they were actually fucking before pushing him off and rolling onto her stomach. "Fuck me. Prone. Pound your hips. Against. my ass cheeks," she begged between heavy breaths. Her tits spilled out from under her, Jacob grabbing side boob as he slid back into her pussy from behind, clapping his crotch against her full backside. "Oooohhh god yes," she moaned between thrusts. "I'm never going back!" be announced. "You had the right idea, being a woman. Is. The best." She continued to moan and grab the sheets, clutching them tightly. "We'll. Figure a way to- OOOHHHHHHHH!!!!" she tried to say before another orgasm washed over her. Jacob continued to pump into her as her face faced the side, smiling, starting to fall asleep. Jacob just continued, not lasting much longer until he pulled out and also came. He blew his load all over her ass, jacking it all out of him before he fell backwards, head into the pillow. "Who's... that?" Jessica groggily asked, pointing across the room. Jacob turned to see Alcina sitting on the opposite bottom bunk, mouth smiling and hanging open, and head nodding up and down while holding two thumbs up. ======================================================================= Chapter Two [CH002] Morrigan Aensland (Darkstalkers) ======================================================================= "What the hell?!" Jacob scolded under his breath to Alcina, sitting on the bed across the room. She shrugged. "Wanted to check up on you sport, I see you found a lady friend. Nice." "How can she see you?" Jacob pressed, ignoring the comments. Alcina brought a finger to her chin and looked up while thinking. "I think because you made her. Congrats! It worked! Yay! Now we just need to work on your aim." She looked at Jessica's cum covered ass. "nice shot!" Jacob waved her away in angst, and Alcina winked out. The following week Jacob did his best to hide Jessica, but her sudden penchant for singing in the shower, shared by the community, made that rather difficult. Impossible actually. She casually would leave the shower when the bathroom was occupied, and strut around all the guys, and brag to him about how much she loved getting them all hard. Girls were allowed to stay in the house, so no rules were broken, but it put Jacob in an awkward position when she would retire to his room. She expressed a desire to remain exclusive to him, calling him her 'funny bunny.' He had no interest in being exclusive, but she insisted. Still, it came with perks and they banged it out almost every night, sometimes during the day too. Jacob got some regular clothes for her, and she got a job at a local bar as the barkeep since she was technically no longer enrolled at the school. Jacob's biggest problem was resisting the urge to try and change himself again, but Alcina insisted that he not waste such a rare and beautiful gift. After endless pestering Jacob finally caved. It was Saturday night, well after the sun set, and Jessica was at her new job at the local bar. He went up to his room, still alone while Craig and Danny haven't returned from home yet, and closed the door. He pulled a chair up to the desk, sat down, and took a deep breath. Alcina quietly paced behind him giving him words of encouragement, occasionally stopping to rub his shoulders and settle his nerves. He felt really capable when she was near, and his heart fluttered with excitement as he began to work on remolding his body. ***** Meanwhile, Craig was getting out of his mother's car, not listening to the instructions she was giving about bathing every day, changing his underwear, not taking advantage of any girls, and other insecurities she had about letting him leave home that she made sure he knew for the four hour drive. "Yeah, yeah Mom," he groaned. "I get it." She popped the trunk and leaned out the driver's window while Craig grabbed the three large suitcases his mom packed for him, only half of which he actually cared about taking with him. "okay honey, I love you." Craig's mom waved as he struggled to get the three suitcases back to the frat house. He was well-built, having been on the football team in high school and keeping up the training despite that he doesn't play anymore. He kept his hair really short cutting it himself and claiming that it makes the ladies swoon, but in reality he was just trying to save a quick buck. He liked wearing tight name brand t-shirts that showed off how well built his torso was, and basic khakis. Despite his strength, though, the sheer volume of the luggage was a juggling act. Two cases would be easy, but he had to get creative with the third. He tried kicking it, but it started to tear. He tried carrying it in his teeth, but gave up before that ended badly. He tried carrying two in one hand, but despite the large size of his hands that proved impossible. Eventually he settled on leaning forward and carrying one on his back, and the other two in his hands. Apparently leaving one behind and coming back for it wasn't an option. When he got to the front door it was locked, and he left his keys up in the room over the summer so he wouldn't forget them at home. He cursed under his breath and started making his way around the back where there was sure to be someone outside to let him in, or at least an unlocked door. Once he was on the side of the large house a cramp knotted up in his stomach, and he dropped the luggage for a break. He leaned against a stack of two cases, resting his arm on the third. He held his stomach as if it would help the cramp, but what he found the most discomforting was that the cramp wasn't painful, or uncomfortable. He thought it was at first, but now taking the time to pause it felt strangely pleasant and inviting. This pleasant feeling spread out, filling up his chest and legs. Then it continued to spread into his arms, neck and feet, and finally his head and hands. His whole body felt like it was being massaged by the jets in a hot tub. He looked down at his body, seeing his arms oddly getting smaller, and his legs thicker. Craig rubbed his eyes, thinking that it must be some sort of trick, and his hard callused hands became smoother and took him by surprise. He held his arms out in fear, watching as they continued to shrink to half their previous size, and his hands becoming much smaller. His fingernails grew to sharpened points, and his fingers became very slim. He had to rub his delicate hands on his face to verify this. To his delight, his muscle tone at least stayed, though not nearly as ripped as before. He remained simply athletic. His legs, however, were not near done as his arms finished. They continued to grow thicker, his body rising from the ground as his ass started to fill in. Craig was completely confused by all this, but strangely delighted. His hips started to widen, and his waist thinned. The waist of his pants were at their limit stuck on his hips, but he unbuttoned them and undid his belt to release the pressure. He raised one of his long, glorious legs, the muscle having not left, and despite its striking resemblance to a woman's leg he appreciated it. His hands rubbed along the side of his ass as it continued to fill and inflate, growing wider than his shoulders, or maybe his shoulders shrunk? He wasn't sure anymore. His cock throbbed in the unzipped fly of his pants, his tearing boxers keeping it in check. Craig had to lean back as his crotch received a strong focus of this warm, aqua jet feeling and orgasm rushed in. His nuts emptied themselves as they pulled up into him and his penis started to shrink. He was prepared to get up and start moving when the average time for an orgasm passed, but then another waved crashed over him and he fell back down, and a constant stream of unnecessary cum poured out of him. As he was enraptured in orgasm, lying flat on his back in the grass, his chest started to swell. He was too sunned to really move, but he could see in his peripherals his chest swelling, tearing, and straining through his already skin-tight shirt. The threads strained across his bosom as they ripped through. The pressure started to subside as his torso itself shrunk, but his bust wasn't settling down. As his penis started to hide inside of his forming slit, the stream was cut off and the orgasm that was centralized around his crotch exploded all over his body. Craig rolled onto his side, arms wrapped around his chest as wave after constant wave surged through him. His hair grew, falling in front of his face as he lay on his side panting. It remained straight, but shifted from the lighter brown to a blue-green, and continued to pour out of his head and around. His face pinched as his chin grew more pointed and his jawline angular. His nose shrunk, and rough skin became well-treated and smooth. His eyes became more narrow and sultry. He couldn't see any of these changes, but he could feel it all. He rolled onto his stomach, breasts hanging under him as he got onto all fours. Fear and panic were settling in, starting to shadow the euphoric feeling he was getting from these changes. His pants got tighter, the pockets disappearing and the fabric thinning. Soon they were skin tight and semi-transparent, turning a light purple with dark purple silhouettes of bats all over them. His huge, firm ass was no longer straining to rip through his pants, but instead was hugged by the flexible and forgiving tights. His shoes likewise lost their laces and became pointed in the front. They shifted from the cheap rubber and fabrics used into leather, riding up his shin and calf. His feet became pointed as they solidified their form, heels growing from them. They stopped riding just below the knee. While his pants and shoes changed, his shirt started to mend the tears around his new tits, but new holes started to appear at his shoulders. His sleeves were barely attached to the shirt anymore as his collar grew and ran down over his bust. Furs grew from this collar line that was now stretched around his chest and upper arm. The sleeves shrunk to fit tightly around his new, smaller arms and grew to be long sleeves. They continued to grow past his wrists, narrowing until they wrapped around his middle finger. They changed to a red-pink hue while the shirt they were attached to became a much darker purple like his boots. The bottom of his shirt stretched downward, going over his ample backside and his crotch, meeting in the middle and fusing together, then riding up his vagina and applying a whole new sensation on him. The tears around his bust didn't feel fully mended, and he rubbed his hand under his large breasts to feel a hole shaped like a heart. Starting to stand up, pain surged in his back and head and he fell back down, chest on the ground and ass held up in the air. The skin on his back ripped painfully, but turned to near orgasmic release as the large, spiked bat wings grew out. The same happened on the top of his head, though they were much smaller. When it was all said and done she continued lying there in case there were any more changes. Eventually she stood up, feeling wonderful and empowered. Her legs felt much stronger than before, and her arms, despite getting smaller, felt equally stronger. She looked up and down her body, feeling herself up with a large smile on her face. "I thought I was going to die," she said in bated breaths. "This thrill, oh there is nothing like it!" Morrigan continued to admire her new body, turning around and looking at her wings, her hair spinning wildly. She batted them lightly, lifting off the ground, getting a rush of excitement. She flew through the air above campus, spotted by only a few stoners, and groping herself. She returned to the dorm, flying to the window to her room. She looked inside to see Jacob sitting on his bed, staring depressingly at the wall next to some woman that seemed to come out of a costume party. She would have used this opportunity to play a joke, but seeing Jacob caused her to suddenly become incredibly hungry. ======================================================================= Chapter Two-XXX [XXX02] Morrigan Aensland (Darkstalkers) ======================================================================= Morrigan lifted the window up, gliding gracefully into the room and landing on the ground in front of Jacob with a click as her heels hit the floor, who looked over in surprise. Alcina raised her eye brows. "Damn, nice work," before biting her lower lip and gawking at Morrigan up and down. "I- I can explain," Jacob said fearfully, putting his hands up. "You see-" But Morrigan strutted over with her hips waving back and forth, pending over so Jacob can see clean down her cleavage and placed a finger on his lips. "What's the matter? You can have your way with me you know... that is, if you can handle me," she said with a light laugh. She got onto her knees in front of the bed with Jacob's legs hanging over. He tried to back away, but Morrigan aggressively grabbed him, and pulled him back with ease, undoing his pants. She smiled and laughed as she pulled his cock out, holding it in one hand. "I- I don't know what's come over me," she said, eyes wide with lust. "I just, I feel this hunger. I just, I want to steal you away," she said licking her lips and going down on him. She moaned as she took his cock into her mouth, enjoying it a hell of a lot more than Jacob was. It wasn't long before his dick was stiff and poking Morrigan in the back of the throat. Her hair rested on Jacob's leg, bouncing as her head bobbed. She loved the taste of his cock. Not just the physical texture of having his stiff member in her mouth, but the exhilarating, fulfilling feeling it gave off and filling her with. She wrapped her hands around Jacob's waist, taking him deep into her throat, moaning louder and louder. Her vagina moistened, aching to be filled, but she needed to taste his sweet, delicious life stored just a short distance away. The wings on top of her head started to flutter as Jacob neared climax. She could smell it on him, ready to blow at any moment. Soon his load blasted into her mouth covering the inside of her throat, so much so that some spilled out. She swallowed as it shot out in spurts, getting more of the sweet, sweet jizz. When she came off him she wiped the parts that spilled onto her breasts and ate it, slowly sticking her finger in her mouth and pulling it back up, staring at Jacob lustfully. Jacob looked around, Alcina was nowhere to be found. The door opened as Morrigan was still on her knees, scooping cum off her bust and feeding it into her mouth. Jessica entered the room, walking to the center in her tight jeans and t-shirt she bought for work. "Jacob, darling, what is going on here?" As Jacob looked at the woman who considered herself his girlfriend, Morrigan exploded into a cloud of bats, swarming around Jessica and reforming in the air behind her with a hand wrapped around her shoulder and legs parallel to the ground. "You're so cute, I love how you get all worked up," she whispered into Jessica's ear. Jessica went to turn around and slap Morrigan, but Morrigan's hand slipped down from her shoulder and into Jessica's pants, a finger sliding into her pussy. "I'm going to enjoy this," Morrigan continued to whisper. She worked her fingers in and out of the redhead skillfully, feeding on her arousal. Morrigan's feet touched the ground lightly as she reached another hand up and into Jessica's shirt, grabbing one of her giant tits with her own pressed into her back. "You are just raw sexual energy! It's like, ah, being the first at a buffet table." She whispered, pausing to inhale deeply halfway through the sentence. Jessica struggled a little, but Morrigan was a pro and prevented any further resistance. Jessica tore her shirt off, not wearing a bra, and leaned back into Morrigan while Jacob and some others gathered in the hallway to watch. Morrigan lightly kissed and bit Jessica's neck while she leaned her head back into Morrigan's shoulder. Morrigan seemed to be enjoying it more than Jessica as Jessica's orgasm was her own as well. The singer convulsed and started to slide down, but Morrigan held her up and prevented the drastic fall, instead letting her onto the ground slowly onto her back. Morrigan moved in front and finishing her off by going down on her. Jessica screamed and moaned in pleasure, kicking wildly and squeezing her thighs together as Morrigan's tongue rapidly flicked her clit. Sitting up from her dessert, Morrigan looked over to Jacob who rock hard again and strutted over. "Now it's my turn. I need you to penetrate me big boy." She pulled her leotard over, revealing a hole in her tights where her vagina was dripping wet. Morrigan pushed Jacob onto his back and climbed on top of him, pushing herself down on his dick. She filled herself up with his meat, throwing her head back and gasping loudly, gyrating her hips against his crotch. She grabbed Jacob's hands, placed them on her hips, and continued to pound into him. She leaned forward, pulling her bust out so that they were hanging freely, and pressed her lips on his, inhaling his sexual tensions. Her breasts pressed softly onto his chest as their mouths worked at each other, Jessica's juices still fresh on her face. She was doing all the work, but Jacob loved every moment of it. She pounded away at his stiff cock as Jessica walked over, pushing Morrigan's face out of the way, and kissing Jacob herself. Morrigan sat up a little, though careful not to move too much because they were on the bottom bunk, and continued to feed Jacob into herself as Jessica made out with him and pulled back to let him suck on her tit. Morrigan leaned forward, pulling Jessica's chin up and started making out with her as Jacob continued on Jessica's large tit. Morrigan's boobs bounced, and soon both Jessica and Jacob's combined sexual energy threw Morrigan over the edge. She came harder than she ever did in her male life, and screamed loudly for the whole floor to hear. Heads poked into the open door frame to verify what they saw, and Morrigan shook her chest for them to see and loved every moment of it. As she finished, she climbed off of the two and let them go at it with each other, strutting out to the hall. The guys dispersed as Morrigan stuffed her breasts back in and fixed her crotch, though eyes were never taken off of her. She winked at some of the guys and waved lightly while walking down the stairs, hips swaying with every step. The strange woman Morrigan saw sitting next to Jacob was sitting on the couch in the common room and sprung up, running over to Morrigan. "Damn you are hot," Alcina said. "I'm surprised Jacob didn't go for you before Jessica Rabbit there!" Morrigan gave Alcina a side glance. "And you are?" "Oh!" Alcina said, leaping a little. "Alcina, you'll get to know me. I'm the one that gave Jacob this ability! Well, technically his ability made me? Whatever!" "So," Morrigan continued, opening the front door. "you're the one responsible for..." she stopped, waving her hand over her whole body, leg sticking out. "this." "Uh," Alcina said tentatively. "no?" Morrigan smiled. "Shame, I wanted to thank you. It's... wonderful." She blurted out happily, going to the side of the building to gather her bags. Meanwhile, on the second floor hallway, one boy turned to another. "what the hell is going on here?" "No idea, but Jacob's got game," he responded. The first one shrugged. "Yeah, but the second one's crazy as hell. What's with that costume? And who the hell was she talking to?" The second guy shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. I'm tapping that." Most everyone there retired for the night, half cheering Jacob, and the other half disgusted. Morrigan made sure to pay a few of them a visit before retiring to sleep herself. ======================================================================= Chapter Three [CH003] Lara Croft (Tomb Raider) ======================================================================= "Yes mom I've been changing- ... No I'm not getting into any trou- ... Yes mom... Yes..." Morrigan continued lying on her back in her bed. She was wearing basic khaki pants and a button up shirt, her wings on both her back and head gone from the succubus' transformation. Her mom was a terrible listener and often called to check up, and as a result was completely unaware that she now had a daughter instead of a son. Morrigan, unlike Jessica, stayed enrolled in the school. She ran into issues at first, but whenever a problem arose she would sneak out that night, and the next morning it was magically fixed. She was starting to earn a bit of reputation around campus for being easy, but didn't mind and made sure to prove anyone who pointed it out that they were right. Rumors were starting to spread throughout the frat that Jacob was paying his roomates off to live with beautiful women instead, and others even joked that Jacob was turning them into the girls. It was all mostly playful banter, but one was legitimately curious at what the hell was going on. One of them, Neil, constantly pushed the issue with his roommates Dillon, Wes, and Richie. Neil insisted that something weird was going on, but no one really cared. They liked having Jessica and Morrigan around and only teased Jacob about it in good fun. Neil's roommates, however, didn't have the luxury of simply walking away from Neil that the others had. They called him a cockblock, made fun of him, but that only infuriated him even more. Neil was a larger guy. He wasn't overweight, but he was thicker than average. He had short brown hair and a very short neck beard that kept it just barely unprofessional, but short enough to still see skin between the hairs. He often wore a backwards baseball cap, cargo shorts, and name brand tees. At parties he was the first one to break out the funnel, but made sure to never be the one actually hosting the party. He's the kind of guy you invite. The day before classes started Neil was in his room talking to Richie about how it's weird that Danny and Rusty haven't shown up yet, and brought up that he saw Craig pull up with him mom, but is nowhere to be found. Richie was doing his best to ignore Neil and finish the required reading for one of his classes before tomorrow. ***** Meanwhile, downstairs in the rec room, Jacob was playing video games with Alcina next to him, chattering away and asking all kinds of questions. Morrigan was in the room, using one of the community computers to set up an account on the popular social networking sites to start establishing her new life as a woman. "Is that the main character? I can see why you like her. What about her are you jealo- WOAH WHAT WAS THAT?!" Alcina asked, eyes glued to the TV. Jacob was playing through the Tomb Raider games. Jacob sighed. "That was just a trap," he said. "I'll respawn in- there we go." Alcina took her eyes off the TV and looked around the room. Only a few people were down there aside from Morrigan, so she turned to Jacob. "Well, you want to be her?" "No I, well yeah, but," Jacob started to say. "It's just there have been accidents and well-" "-Don't be such a baby," Alcina said, pushing Jacob's arm in jest, causing him to die again. "Oops. On the bright side, you're not in the middle of something anymore... right?" she nervously asked. ***** "All I am saying is- is- Ugh, my stomach-" Neil continued saying, sitting on the edge of his bottom bunk. "Thank God," Richie muttered under his breath, lying down on the top bunk opposite Neil. "No man, ugh, I'm serious," Neil said, holding his stomach. Richie sighed. "Go down the hall and get something then, I'm busy." Neil started to get up, hand on one of the bed posts keeping the top bunk up. He leaned onto it, holding his stomach and wincing in pain. He was groaning loudly, but slowly those groans shifted into moans of pleasure. Heaps of flesh were retracting from his hands, and he looked down to see nearly his entire body rapidly losing weight. His stomach was shrinking at an alarming pace. Neil never really felt the desire to lose a few pounds, but to see it happen so quickly before his eyes made him covet the opportunity. He smiled as his arms and thinned, still holding onto the bedpost and admiring them. His moans were interrupted by laughter and light giggles. "Richie, Richie look," Neil said through a wide smile. "Oh for fuck's sake, what is... it..." Richie replied, turning his head and seeing Neil standing in a huge baggy shirt, and his shorts being held up by one hand. His arms were small and delicate, and his hands were shrinking to match. He observed Neil's neck shrink, losing much of its girth as his face lost all roundness and his jawline became visible. Richie's jaw dropped. Neil continued to moan loudly with a huge smile on his face. His heart fluttered as these magnificent changes rushed through him. They felt so comforting; he never wanted it to end. He looked down at his body again, a little concerned that the fat from his chest didn't go away. Turning around to his backside he could see that his butt also only lost a little. Neil's chest started to surge with fire, finally he got to see it go away. Only, it didn't. It repurposed itself in his pecs, welling up and making them more rounded. Neil let go of the post, grabbing them as his eyes grew wide. "no no no no no no no nonononono" he chanted, breaths getting heavier as his bosom rose up and down with each passing breath. He lifted his huge, baggy shirt to reveal that all his chest and stomach hair was already gone. Richie's eyes grew wide as he watched the angular man boobs round out and become perky, his nipples growing a little. He didn't just lose weight, his waist was pinched like a woman's. His stomach was flat and firm, actually quite fit. Neil's shirt fell back down as he cupped his new breasts, still swelling and overflowing out of each hand. He tried his best to stifle his moaning. As his ass started to feel strange, Neil put both hands on the bedpost, sticking his ass out and leaning forward. Richie watched, frozen in place, as it became perkier and more rounded. The portion of his legs visible beneath the hem of his shorts smoothed out and glistened in the light. His ass became tight and firm, and he moaned as he raised his hips in the air. His cargo shorts shrunk in, hugging his hips and thighs. The hem ran up his smooth legs, stopping barely shy of his upper thighs. His legs were so shapely, but quite athletic. They weren't bulging muscles or anything, but held the strength you expect a dancer to have. His bare feet sparked heavy socks, going up his shin about halfway, and soon heavy brown combat boots followed. Neil turned around, leaning back against the bedpost, hands behind him and against it, eyes closed as he faced upwards biting his lower lip. His face continued to change, all of his facial hair detaching and falling to the ground. His lips swelled slightly, pushing out slightly. His eyelashes became softer as his eyes narrowed only slightly into a warmer gaze, while his eyebrows thinned and darkened. His soft skin shone pleasantly in the light. His moans got slightly higher, ending on higher notes each time. It wasn't long before a soft, womanly voice carried through the room in intensifying moans of bliss. His shirt shrunk, the logo on it fading away as it turned blue. It continued to shrink, hugging his stomach firmly, making his huge chest bulge out even more. His nipples hardened, poking through the cotton and showing his excitement. The bottom of the shirt rose, barely exposing his belly button. Laces wrapped around his chest pleasantly from underneath his shirt and cupped him, raising his hanging chest and hiding his stiff nipples. Hair started to flow out behind him, darkening to an auburn shade of brown. It reached down his back, caressing his shoulders and swaying slightly with his sensual grinding against the bedpost behind him. His baseball cap faded away from the visor, vanishing until all that was left was a small piece of the back and the clip that let you resize it. It grabbed his hair in the pack, pulling it together into a ponytail. Neil opened his eyes and started to step away from the post, looking down at his body and running his hands down his sides. He looked up at Richie almost in horror as his head snapped back and Neil dropped to his knees. He screamed with a huge smile plastered on his face, falling backwards onto the ground and grabbing his crotch as jizz exploded from his shriveling penis and coating the inside of his shorts. The cum seeped out of his shorts as it flowed out of him like an open tap. Orgasm rushing from his crotch to his entire body, and embraced every fiber of his being before whisking it away. Richie pointed, stuttering. "Y-y-you look like, you're the fucking Tomb Raider! And not the horrible Angelina Jolie version!" Lara, laying on her back smiling, only heard half of what Richie said. She reached into her shorts, feeling her new, soaking wet and cum covered vagina. Her upper thighs started to get restrained as gun holsters appeared on either side, sporting two handguns, and a small backpack on her back came in. Her delicate finger ran along her pussy lips before she pulled out, sat up, and it all dawned on her. Lara scrambled to her feet, Frantically groping her body and feeling herself up. "no, what, how, why, what?!" She looked up at Richie again. "You- you said Tomb Raider? FUCK! Jacob's playing that right now!" She yelled in a thick British accent, darting out the door. Richie sighed and yelled after her. "Oh, get off this Jacob thing will you?" ***** Alcina furrowed her brow. "Well, looks like it didn't work this time either, I wonder if it was deflected to someo-" But was unable to finish her thought as the door to the room exploded open. Everyone in the room turned to the door to see the silhouette of a woman and rays of light flood the room. "Jacob, I've been looking for you," The sultry, British voice sang to the sound of two pistols being loaded. The figure stepped forward out of the light, both guns in her hands and aimed at Jacob. "Wow! What an entrance!" Alcina chipped in excitedly. Lara trained one of the pistols on Alcina. "Who's this chick?" Alcina simply waved excitedly at Lara. "Hellooooooo~!" Jacob stuttered. "Uh- um- look- I can explain-!" Lara smiled. "No need, Jacob, I know it was you. You did this to Rusty and Craig too, didn't you. She looked over to Morrigan who was just starting to stand up, laughter gone from her face, but dancing in her eyes. "That's right Craig, I know that's you. And I'm Neil!" She looked around the room at the others from the frat simply paralyzed in fear at the sight of the two guns. Lara continued to rant about what was really going on here as Jacob's heart sank to the floor. He never meant to harm anyone, he just wanted his own happy ending. Luckily, Morrigan tackled Lara to the ground, disarming her and sat, straddling her and leaning over Lara. Morrigan went in for a kiss, but Lara kicked, hitting Morrigan square in the back from how flexible she was. The two rolled on the ground fighting for several minutes until Morrigan stopped playing around and subdued Lara. Lara moaned loudly, shuffling her feet against the floor as Morrigan kissed her, raising Lara's arousal levels to beyond normal capacity. When she pulled away Lara tried to get more, but Morrigan wouldn't let her. The succubus stood up, taking Lara's hand. "let's get you back to your room, you're going to just love your new body..." she said with a dark smile and a wink to Jacob. ======================================================================= Chapter Three-XXX [XXX03] Lara Croft (Tomb Raider) ======================================================================= The door to Richie's room opened as Lara walked in with Morrigan on her shoulder whispering in her ear. Lara was blushing deeply, and cracked a large smile when she looked up at Richie on his bed. Richie put his book down. "Wh-what the hell happened?" But Lara wasn't listening. Morrigan pushed her forward. "Go on, trust me," she said, and Lara walked forward, hoisting herself up onto Richie's bed. Her huge tits caught the bed frame as she lifted herself up, springing up and down. Lara crawled on top of Richie, pushing him backwards. Richie tried resisting, but his arms were knocked out from under him. "no, this isn't right. Neil would never do this!" Morrigan laughed. "Oh, sure he would, especially in that sex pot of a body." Richie looked at Morrigan as Lara leaned in, kissing his neck. "What did you do to her- him." Morrigan turned around to walk away. "oh, nothing sweety. Nothing to HER mind at least, only a little arousal to push her... well, to the more pleasant side of things." Richie had more objections, but Morrigan closed the door behind her as she walked away. Lara grabbed his face, kissing him on the lips, forcing his mouth open and sliding her tongue in. Richie wanted to resist more, but overpowering hard-on in his pants was doing all the thinking for him. He put a hand on the back of Lara's head, kissing back tenderly. Lara started to grind against Richie's crotch as the two were locked together in a deeply passionate kiss. Richie lost all self-control, reaching down and unbuckling his pants while Lara grabbed both sides of his head and continued to wrestle their tongues together. Lara sat up with Richie, tearing his shirt over his head followed by him stripping hers off. Lara leaped onto Richie, shoving a hand down his opened pants and continued to kiss him, her hormones raging. She's never been this horny in her entire life, and the only thing on her mind was taking Richie's bulging cock into her new pussy and feeding the beast. She kicked her boots off while Richie fiddled with her shorts and stripped them down to her knees. Lara let go of his cock and ripped his pants and underwear off him, falling on top of him as he undid the clasp of her bra. Both completely naked, Lara raised her flared out hips and lowered them onto Richie's throbbing member, raiding the tomb between her legs. She let go of his mouth, screaming in pleasure and threw her whole body back, her huge tits shaking from the force of her leaping up like that and her body shuddering with excitement. She start thrusting herself down, feeding his thick cock into her tight virgin pussy. Richie reached up, grabbing her flopping breasts and Lara's body tingled as her stiff nipples rubbed the palms of his hands. She ran her hands through her bobbing hair, leaving the ponytail in place, as she continue