Stepmother Knows Best
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"Dad you have to believe me!" 18 year Dylan begged. "Vicky isn't what
she seems; she's only after your money."
"Enough Jack!" Bill roared as he turned to face his son, "I have
listened to this nonsense for far too long, you are a grown man now and
soon you will be off to one of the best colleges in the states."
Dylan was about to plead his case again when his father brought his
hand up to silence him.
"No," Jack said sternly as he reached down to grab his suitcase, "you
only have to get along with her for two months and then you will have
all the freedom you like at school; promise me you will behave."
Dylan could see the irritation in his father's eyes and reluctantly
nodded his head, "This is going to be horrible," he thought miserably
as he watched his father's taxi drive off into the distance. "Two
months alone with that gold digging whore."
Vicky shook her head as she watched the display through her crystal
ball. "What a little nuisance," she thought, "I mean, he is right, but
none the less."
Vicky sat down at her vanity in the master bedroom and began to
brainstorm ways in which to make her plans easier. She had married Jack
for his money, something that was obvious to anyone except Jack it
seemed. Jack was twenty years her senior, however, he was an excellent
businessman and to her great surprise a decent lover.
Vicky heard the downstairs doors slam shut and could hear Dylan
stomping his way to his bedroom. "Really," Vicky thought with a
chuckle, "he can be such a drama queen sometimes." With that a smile
spread across Vicky's face. "A drama queen," she said with a giggle.
Vicky rushed to her dresser and hurriedly began pulling out various
items, "This is going to be fun!" she grinned.
Inside his large bedroom Dylan was violently playing his drums, trying
his best to get out his anger and to irritate his stepmother. "Fucking
bitch..." he thought as he threw his drumsticks across the room; with a
sigh he slowly made his way over to the full length mirror in his room
and began to stare at his reflection.
Dylan slowly took off his tank top and began to admire his toned upper
body; for months now he had been hitting the gym getting into shape for
the start of college. "I'm going to fuck so many chicks," he said with
a grin, as he flexed his arms in the mirror.
Vicky giggled as she watched her stepson flex in the full size mirror
in his bedroom. "Such bravado for such a little guy," she said petting
the soft doll in her hand. "Let's get started on some of the changes,
shall we?" she asked the doll with a giggle.
Dylan felt an odd sensation roll over him and he stumbled forward.
"Must have overdone it with the clarinet," he said with a smirk as he
glanced over at the clarinet sitting in front of his vanity. Dylan
shook his head. "Why does that sound funny?" he thought to himself as
he sat down in front of his vanity and began combing his long blonde
hair. "I have played the clarinet for years, I remember when daddy
first got it for me..."
Vicky grinned as she watched the walls around her stepson's room shift
in color and d?cor. Pink walls assorted with various posters of hunky
young men and shelves filled with various cheerleading trophies. "My my
little dolly," she said stroking the inanimate doll. "Look at what is
happening to our bratty stepson; should we make it a bit more fun?"
Dylan dropped the hairbrush from his hand and let out a shriek. "Oh my
god!" he said nearly falling over the stool behind him. "What's
happening! What's happening!" he rambled as he raced to the bedroom
door. "I need help...." he said on the verge of a panic attack.
"VICKY!" he yelled as he raced down the hallway towards the master
bedroom.
Vicky was just putting away her doll when she heard a crash at her
door. "Come in," she said sweetly.
Dylan stood outside the bedroom doors, his heart hammering in his
chest. "I really hate asking her for help," he thought miserably
sweeping long blonde hair from in front of his face. "But desperate
times call for desperate measures."
Hating himself for doing it Dylan slowly opened the door to his
father's room and looked up sheepishly at Vicky.
Vicky smirked as she gazed at the young feminine man in front of her;
gone was any bulk he had gained this summer, along with a good foot and
a half of height. The Dylan that stood in front of her was barely five
foot tall, long blonde hair to his shapely rear, and large shapely
nipples on an otherwise flat chest. "Young ladies shouldn't be running
around topless!" Vicky said indignantly.
Dylan was taken aback by Vicky's outburst and unconsciously covered his
chest. "But Vicky!" he said with confusion. "I'm not a girl!"
Vicky slowly got off the bed and made her way over to the diminutive
man. "Oh you're not a girl, huh?" Vicky said looking down at Dylan,
both arms crossed across his chest. "How many men do you know have
painted fingernails and toes?"
Dylan looked up at Vicky. "I don't..." he said bringing his fingernails
in front of his face. Dylan stared at his dainty fingers, each one now
adorned with long pink acrylic nails. "This isn't real!" he sobbed as
he looked down at his feet, shocked to see the same pink glaze across
each toe. "You have to help Vicky! Please!" he said rushing forward and
embracing her.
Vicky smiled down at the blonde girl in front of her. "There there
Denise," she said stroking the young woman's head. "Momma's here for
you."
Denise shook her head violently as the haze within her mind
intensified. "STOP!" she said pulling away from Vicky. "IT'S YOU ISNT
IT!" she said pointing her pink tipped finger at Vicky. "YOU'RE DOING
THIS SOMEHOW!"
"Really Denise," Vicky said with a roll of her eyes. "You really act
like a bimbo sometimes, I have done nothing but treat you with love and
respect ever since your mother left."
"STOP CALLING ME DENISE!" Denise screamed. "MY NAME IS DENISE! DEN...."
"Denise," Vicky finished with a grin. "Just like I have been saying."
Denise started hyperventilating as she tried to say her old name. "My
name is Denise... My name is Denise... Nooooo...." she wailed as she
looked up at Vicky. "Please.....I know I was an ass before...I was just
protecting my dad...." She implored.
Vicky smiled. "Whatever do you mean Denise?" she said with concern.
"I'm truly not doing anything; and a beautiful young woman like
yourself shouldn't cry."
Denise groaned as her body started throbbing. "I'm not a young
woman...." she cried as she stumbled into Vicky's arms.
"If that were so Denise," Vicky said with sympathy. "Then why do you
have these large watermelons hanging off your chest?" she said gently
rocking Denise side to side.
Denise stared down in shock at the large orbs that now eclipsed her
view of her feet. "Oh god...." she cried gently as she watched them
jiggle back and forth, in rhythm with Denise's forced movements. "I
don't want to be a woman...I remember being a guy, dating girls,
building motors with dad....." she said shoving her way free of Vicky.
"You can't take that away from me..." she said slowly making her way
towards the door, desperate for an escape from this nightmare.
Vicky just chuckled as she watched stepdaughters bubble butt grow
bigger and rounder. "Oh Denise," Vicky said slowly outracing the woman
to the door. "What are you talking about? You have dated quite a bit
according to your dad, but you are a straight young woman.."
"Noooo...." Denise cried as memories of former girlfriends started to
fade away, replaced with a whirlwind of different young men. Denise
felt an odd burning desire to be filled in her groin and shuddered as
her step mother intentionally grazed her large nipple. "Fuckkkkk...."
she moaned gently as images of young well-muscled men danced through
her head.
Vicky watched as Denise slowly fell to her knees, her eyes glazing over
as her memories shifted all the more. "Almost done my dear," she said
gently. "Why don't you go to your bedroom and call up one of your many
suitors?"
Denise shook her head numbly, the panic and fear fading to the
background as the need to be filled became an overwhelming desire.
"Stop it..." Denise told herself as she texted her latest fling Jeremy.
"You can beat her Denise..." she said with a pang of anger as she still
couldn't say or even remember her old name now.
Denise slowly looked in the full length mirror and examined her short
voluptuous body; the former man insider her would have loved to plow
the vision of femininity in front of her, but now she could gaze at her
body all day long and feel nothing. "I cant believe this..." she
thought with dismay. "Everything changed..."
Vicky watched her step daughter through her crystal ball and smiled as
she examined herself in the mirror, no doubt wondering what would
happen to her now. Vicky pulled the doll forward and sprinkled a bit of
powder over the head of the doll. "Bye bye intelligence," she said with
a grin. "I hope you enjoy being an airhead."
Denise felt an odd sensation wash over her mind, her thoughts becoming
more basic and carnal. "Vicky!" she thought with dread as she felt her
old knowledge begin to leave her. Her memories of building engines with
her father being replaced watching fashion shows and playing with
dolls; her high grades being replaced with C's and D's. "Not that
tooo..." Denise sobbed as she walked over to her bed, her large breasts
rubbing against each other as she moved. "Fuck..." she moaned, her mind
not used to the sensations of this new body.
Denise grabbed her phone and was about to call for help, regardless of
how ridiculous it might sound, when her bedroom door swung open.
"Damn babe," Carl grinned as he watched his girl spin around, her large
tits causing her to fall on her bed. "Couldn't wait for me to get her,
huh?" he said walking towards the bed, stripping as he went.
Denise tried to scramble off the bed, but the sight of Jeremy's muscled
chest and arms stopped her dead; "No!" she cried internally as Jeremey
crawled towards her, his large cock bobbing up and down as he went.
"Must fight...."
Jeremey looked down at his beautiful girlfriend's shocked face. "What
you thinking about?" he asked as his face got closer to hers.
Denise felt Jeremy's free hand snake its way into her shorts, easily
entering her wet pussy. Fireworks went off in Denise's mind as Jeremy
expertly began to work her pussy with his hand. "Tell him to stop or
it's too late!" Denise screamed to herself as she tried to get her body
under her control. "Jeremy you have t...MMPTHHH!"
Denise felt Jeremy's tongue enter her mouth, his stubble on her soft
cheeks. "FUCKE ME!" she mumbled in between kisses, her legs working the
shorts down her legs.
Jeremy grinned and started caressing Denise's large tits, slowly
drawing his fingers around her nipples before pinching and pulling
them. "You like that don't you slut?" he asked as he positioned the tip
of his cock against her pussy. "You want me to fuck your brains out,
huh? Say it!" he said teasingly rubbing his cock head against her pussy
lips.
Vicky smiled as Denise started shouting for Jeremy to fuck her brains
out. "You're wish is my command," both Jeremy and Vicky said in unison.
Denise was awash in a wave of new pleasures as Jeremy's cock pumped
it's way deep within her. "Fuck yea...babe..." she moaned as Jeremy
began sucking and biting her nipples..."Like Fuck my kitty good...."
Jeremy rolled his eyes at his ditzy girlfriend and started to fuck her
harder
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Like HARDER!" Denise moaned as a new pressure began
to grow within her groin. "IM A DUMB SLUT! IM A DUMB SLUT!" she shouted
as she tried to suckle her own tits. "IM!!! IM!!!!"CUMMMING!!!!"
Vicky smiled at the drooling image of Denise's face. "He really did
fuck your brains out," Vicky laughed as she put the doll down. "You
shouldn't be much a problem now; all your mind will be focused on is
fashion, gossip, and cock."
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