Chapter 1: Introduction
Lucas leaned against the ivy-covered wall of Harvard University, watching the students hurrying through the crisp autumn air. He was tall, dressed in a nondescript suit, his hair cut short, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses. To the world around him, he was invisible—a ghost in the machine, a specter that couldn't be seen or heard. He was a being from another dimension, a realm where reality was malleable and the laws of physics were mere suggestions. He had the power to warp, bend, and shape the world around him as he saw fit. But lately, he was bored.
His eyes landed on a young woman walking towards him.
She was short, her body hidden beneath a baggy sweater and jeans, her shoulders hunched under the weight of a backpack that seemed to have seen better days. Her glasses were thick, her mousy brown hair cut neatly at shoulder length, and her nose was buried in a book—a textbook, from the looks of it. She was lost in her own world, oblivious to the vibrant life around her. She was, in a word, unremarkable. And yet, she intrigued him.
Lucas let his gaze linger on her a moment longer before she unknowingly passed through him, passing through his incorporeal form as she continued reading what appeared to be a text book on theoretical physics. Smiling to himself, Lucas turned toward the woman and reached his shadowy tendrils into the recesses of her mind, learning everything there was to know about the woman in an instant. Her name was Sophie Turner, and she was one of the most brilliant individuals in a university already brimming with brilliance. She was a physics major, a junior on track to graduate at the top of her class, her mind a whirlwind of numbers and equations, always striving to understand the universe better than anyone else. She was also incredibly shy, her asexuality a secret she kept close to her chest, fearing the judgment of her peers. Her feminist beliefs were unwavering, her sense of self-identity as strong as they came. Despite her intelligence, she was insecure about her appearance, often hiding her petite frame and small chest under baggy clothes.
Lucas smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief behind his glasses. He had found his next target, his next project.
The thought of transforming her, of bringing her out of her shell, sent a thrill through him that he hadn't felt in centuries. He took a step forward, his eyes locked on her retreating figure, and let his power seep into the world around him.
Sophie was walking across campus when she felt something... strange. It was like a gentle breeze, a soft whisper that tickled the back of her neck. She shivered, looking around, but there was no one close enough to touch her. She brushed it off as her imagination and continued on her way.
As she made her way toward her dormitory, somewhat exhausted after a long day of classes, her mind was brimming with excitement at the thought of sitting down with her latest find from Barnes N Noble, "Spin Doctors: A history of Theoretical Physics," and relaxing as she got lost within the world she loved.
Sophie unlocked her door and pushed it open, her fingers gripping the handle tightly as she tried to avoid dropping her heavy backpack. She tossed her bag onto her desk, and let her shoulders slump as she breathed a sigh of relief.
Her room was small, cluttered with textbooks, papers, and a collection of action figures dusty from disuse. The bed was unmade, the comforter a tangled mess of blue and green plaid. The only decoration on the wall was a poster of the periodic table, taped up crookedly.
Sophie kicked off her shoes, pulling off her socks and wiggling her toes in the worn carpet. She looked forward to slipping into her favorite pair of fuzzy slippers and taping on her laptop to watch a documentary on particle accelerators before diving into her book.
Lucas watched all the while, his form invisible to the young college student as she put on her slippers. Already, plans were forming in his mind for how he would twist her, shape her into his plaything, but, for now, he would simply watch. Deciding to do something simple purely for the sake of his own amusement in the meantime, he used his reality warping abilities to ensure that, the moment Sophie turned her laptop on, it would begin playing porn of a blonde bimbo getting fucked by two well endowed black men at max volume.
Fully changed into her comfy pajamas, Sophie sat down at her cluttered desk and turned on her laptop.
She was looking forward to a quiet night of studying and relaxation. The screen flickered to life, and she quickly navigated to her web browser to find the documentary she wanted to watch.
Suddenly, the room was filled with loud, explicit moans and grunts. Sophie jumped, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at her laptop. The screen was filled with a pornographic video, the volume cranked up to max. A blonde woman, dressed in lingerie that barely covered anything, was on her knees in front of two muscular black men. Her lips were wrapped around one of their penises, while the other man stood behind her, thrusting into her from behind.
The sight was shocking, and Sophie felt a wave of embarrassment and discomfort wash over her. She quickly reached for the laptop, fumbling to close the lid, but it was as if the machine was fighting her. It took several attempts before the screen finally went dark, the moans and grunts abruptly silenced.
Sophie sat back in her chair, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked around the room, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. How had that happened? She had been careful with her laptop, ensuring that no malware or viruses could infect it. She had never even visited a website like that before.
She was too busy with her studies, and even if she had the time, she had no interest in that kind of content. Plus, she had always been uncomfortable with the idea of objectifying women like that. It went against everything she believed in as a feminist.
Sophie shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She had to calm down and think rationally. There had to be a logical explanation for this. She was a physics major, for crying out loud. She didn't believe in ghosts or curses or any of that nonsense.
She took a deep breath and then another, trying to steady her nerves. Thinking back to earlier in her day, a look of realization crossed her face before she rolled her eyes. "It was probably just some prank one of the morons from quantum mechanics decided to play on me when I went to use the bathroom during class" she said aloud to herself. She was known for her outspoken views against sexism and misogyny in STEM, so she wouldn't have put it past some of the less enlightened male students to try and make a point.
Sophie shook her head, dismissing the startling event as little more than some STEM jock's idea of a juvenile prank. She opened her laptop once more and clicked on her browser, thankful to be met with the google home screen instead this time.
Satisfied with his small bit of fun, Lucas didn't use his powers any further that night, observing instead as Sophie eagerly watched her documentary and read for several hours before going to sleep that night.
As she slept, however, the eldritch entity got to work in earnest. Lucas would begin simply, subtly, by shifting the young scholar's sexuality.
He didn't want to turn her into some mindless bimbo, at least not yet. He wanted to see her transformation, to watch as she struggled with and ultimately embraced her new desires.
He focused his power on her mind as she slept, his tendrils of darkness weaving through her dreams. He planted seeds of doubt, of curiosity, of longing. He showed her images of herself, of her body, of what she could be. He whispered suggestions in her ear, his voice a seductive purr that penetrated her subconscious. Slowly, her shifted her sexuality, changing her from someone purely asexual into a girl with the standard sort of interest in sex that you might expect from a college girl. He may have gone a BIT too far of course, having given her a sex drive just slightly above average, but he neglected rectifying his mistake as he smiled to himself. Furthermore, he shifted reality around the change as well. Sophie would still retain her original memories, of course, Lucas found amusement in that, but everyone else in her life would remember a slightly different Sophie, one who was still deeply shy, intellectual, feminist, and wore the same baggy clothing as always, but who had never rejecting sex entirely as the original Sophie did. In this new reality, fashioned by Lucas, Sophie had actually gone on a few dates during her freshman and sophomore years, having even gone as far as to have had sex with 3 different men up until this point. Not only that, but, this version of Sophie also regularly kept two dildos and a pack of condoms in her nightstand. The dildos her nothing extreme, of course, and the pack of condoms was unopened, but the toys had definitely been used by her, and the pack was still there nonetheless, just in case. To top the first transformation off, Lucas made it so that this Sophie only wore thongs. They were still hidden beneath baggy jeans and sweaters of course, but there were there regardless, a small representation of this more sex positive version of her that he had created.
As Sophie slept that night she found herself having rather... unusual dreams.
She squirmed under her comforter, her body feeling hot and restless. In her dream, she was back in her dorm room, but everything was different. The room was clean, the bed neatly made, and her clothes were laid out on a chair—a pair of jeans that fit her perfectly and a low-cut top that she would have never worn in her waking life. She looked down at herself and saw that she was wearing a black thong, her body smooth and shaved. She felt a shiver of excitement, a sensation she had never experienced before.
In the dream, she heard a knock at her door, and she opened it to find a man she recognized from one of her classes.
He was shirtless, his muscles defined, a smirk playing on his lips. She felt a flutter in her stomach, a heat between her legs. He took a step towards her, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her breath hitching as he leaned down to kiss her.
Sophie woke up with a start, her heart racing, her body flushed. She looked around her dorm room, disoriented for a moment. Everything looked the same as it always did, but she felt different. She touched her cheek where the man in her dream had kissed her, her fingers lingering on her skin. As she took a deep breath and felt the small beads of sweat lingering on her cheek, she noticed another bit of wetness, one that she could feel down near her core, and one that had nothing to do with sweat.
She was surprised by the feeling as her hand moved downward, her thumb brushing against the damp fabric of her thong. She gasped, lifting up her comforter to peer underneath and see that her underwear was indeed wet. A sudden realization dawned on her as she remembered the dream she had just had. She had never had a sex dream before, let alone one that left her feeling a strange mix of excitement and shame.
She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to calm herself down. She had always been asexual, always disinterested in sex. So why was she feeling this way now? She shook her head, trying to dismiss the feeling as nothing more than a fluke. Wait, hold, she was wearing a thong?? Sophie sat up abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly shimmied out of her wet thong, her hands trembling as she examined it in the light of her desk lamp. It was black, with a small lace trim, and it looked just like the one she had worn in her dream. She dropped the thong onto her bed, her mind racing. She hadn't put this on, had she? She wracked her brain, trying to remember if she had bought a thong recently, or if she had perhaps been drunk enough at a party to have changed her underwear without remembering it. But nothing came to mind. As she opened the drawer of her nightstand to grab glasses, Sophie gasped as she encountered something unusual once more.
She was greeted by a pair of dildos, small but definitely there, and a pack of condoms, neatly tucked into the corner of the drawer. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked back at the thong she had just taken off, then back at the drawer. She didn't remember buying any of these, nor did she remember ever using them.
She reached for the dildos, her fingers tracing the smooth silicone. They weren't especially big, but there were signs of wear, indicating that they had been used. She felt a strange mix of curiosity and disgust as she set them aside and picked up the pack of condoms.
They were still sealed, but there was something familiar about them. She opened the pack, her eyes scanning the expiration date. It was from last year. She dropped the pack as if it had burned her, her mind racing with questions.
How could she not remember buying these? How could she not remember using them? And why were they here, hidden in her nightstand drawer? She looked around her room, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. Had someone broken into her room and planted these things? Had someone drugged her and taken advantage of her? The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
She quickly opened her phone, a gnawing itch at the edge of her mind telling her that she would find some sort of answer, or at least helpful information there. As she did, she noticed a text notification from Emily, her old roommate and one of the few actual friends that she had, and it made her jaw drop. The text read: "Hey Soph! Just wanted to say thanks on the recommendation for that dildo brand you told me about! I hadn't really used any toys before, but, I knew you had experience and I'm glad I trusted your judgment. U were right, they feel amazing!!"
Sophie stared at the message, her mind reeling. Emily had always been open about her sexuality, but they had never spoken about toys or anything like that. Why would she think that Sophie had experience with them? And why did she feel a strange sense of pride at the compliment?
As she scrolled to earlier in the conversation, however, the situation only got worse, she found more messages... ones that she had sent this time. "Hi Em! So sorry I had to leave your place before we could finish our convo about toys. I was gonna tell you that you absolutely CANNOT go wrong with 'SultrySilicone.' I've been using their dildos for YEARS and I've never been disappointed. I think you'll really like the 'Pleasure Pounder' that I recommended, lol. Just remember, lube is your friend! 😉"
Sophie's hands shook as she read the message, her eyes widening with disbelief. She had never sent anything like that to Emily, let alone recommended a brand of sex toys. She scrolled back further, her heart pounding in her chest as she found more messages that she didn't remember sending.
One read: "Hey Em, I had the most incredible dream last night. I was with that guy from our quantum physics class, and we were... well, you know.
It was so vivid, I could almost feel him inside me. I woke up with my hands between my legs, my thong was SOAKED. I think I might need to invest in a new vibrator, this one can't keep up with my needs lately."
Sophie read the message, her stomach churning. She had never felt comfortable talking about sex, let alone in such graphic detail. The worst she found though was one that Emily sent from around a year ago, when they would have been living together. It said: "Hey Soph, sorry but we really need to talk girl. I know you have your needs, but I've told you this before. If you're gonna be watching vids and using your vibe then you NEED to put a sock on the door or text me not to come in or something first, okay? I can't keep walking in on you like that! It's so awkward and it's making me really uncomfortable."
Sophie stared at the message, her hands trembling as she scrolled back through the conversation. She had never had a sex dream in her life, let alone one that was vivid enough to make her wake up in a pool of her own arousal. And she certainly had never used a vibrator before, let alone one that couldn't keep up with her needs.
She felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she remembered the thong she had found in her drawer, the dildos, the condoms.
She had never done any of the things these messages suggested, had she? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She couldn't remember any of this, but the evidence was unmistakable.
As she continued wracking her brain about what was going on, however, she began to notice something else. The arousal that she'd woken up to, that had stained the thong she couldn't remember buying, it hadn't gone away, in fact, it was getting worse.
She could feel her nipples hardening against the fabric of her shirt, and there was a throbbing heat between her legs that she'd never felt before. Her body seemed to be betraying her, her mind reeling with conflicting thoughts and emotions.
Tapping on her phone's browser, unsure of what she was opening it for but certain that it was what her body wanted her to do, she was shocked when she noticed her search history.
"Thick cock fucking tight pussy," "Best deepthroat blowjob tutorial," and "Sexiest MILFs giving BJ." Her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal as she realized that these were things she had been searching for, and not just a one-off, but repeatedly. These were things she had been curious about, things she had craved. Her hands began to shake even more as she noticed that her most recent searches were far more explicit than the ones before.
She had searched for things like "Busty blonde takes huge black cock," "Latina slut loves to suck and fuck," and "Hardcore gangbang with college sluts." She couldn't believe her eyes. These weren't just searches, they were fantasies that she had obviously watched, judging by the amount of time spent on the sites.
She felt a wave of arousal hit her like a freight train, her body reacting to the explicit imagery her mind was conjuring up. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She wasted little time in reaching into her drawer and pulling out her pink dildo, the bigger of the two, as vague recollections filled her mind of it being her favorite.
She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry, as she stared at the toy. She knew what she had to do, what her body was craving.
She tossed the comforter off her, leaving her wearing only her baggy sweater and a bra that suddenly felt too restrictive. She unbuttoned the sweater, slowly, letting her eyes linger on her pale, small breasts as she did. She felt a thrill of excitement as she cupped them, her thumbs brushing against her hard nipples, sending shivers down her spine.
She tossed the sweater aside, her fingers quickly unhooking her bra and throwing it onto the pile of clothes. Her breath hitched as she looked at her naked body in the mirror, her cheeks flushed with arousal and embarrassment. She quickly positioned the dildo at her entrance beneath her with her right hand, her left swiftly typing into her phone's search bar, as if she'd done it a million times before, " Hot college fuck." Her fingers trembled as she hit enter, her eyes scanning the screen for a suitable video.
She watched as the screen loaded with a video of a busty blonde girl, her college sweater pushed up to reveal small, perky breasts, her short skirt hiked up around her hips. The blonde was on her knees on a dorm room bed, a tall, muscular guy with a shaved head standing in front of her, his sweatpants tented with an impressive bulge.
Sophie's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the girl reach out, her small hand wrapped around the man's thick cock through his pants.
She could see the bulge pulsing, the outline of his shaft clearly visible. She felt a throb between her own legs, her pussy clenching in anticipation.
She swallowed hard, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she slowly pushed the head of the dildo into herself. She bit her lip, her eyes locked on the screen as the girl in the video pulled the man's cock out, wrapping her hand around the shaft and stroking him slowly.
Sophie mirrored the girl's actions, her fingers wrapping around the dildo, her hand mimicking the girl's movements as she stroked it in and out of herself.
She felt a burst of pleasure, her hips bucking involuntarily as the dildo hit a spot deep inside her that she had never known existed.
She moaned softly, her eyes never leaving the screen as the girl in the video leaned forward, her lips parting around the man's cockhead. Sophie's hand moved faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched the girl take the man deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck," she whispered, her free hand reaching up to cup her breast, her thumb brushing against her nipple. She pinched it lightly, her body responding with a wave of pleasure that made her buck her hips again.
She was getting close already, her orgasm building like a storm in her core. Her other hand gripped the dildo tighter, her knuckles turning white as she pistoned it in and out of her pussy, fucking herself with a desperate need.
On the screen, the girl in the video was taking the man deeper and deeper into her throat, her gag reflex kicking in as she hit the back of her throat. The man groaned, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her face. Sophie watched, entranced, her hand moving faster as she matched the girl's pace.
She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.
"Oh God, yes," she moaned, her hips bucking as she fucked herself harder with the dildo. Her nipples were hard, her breasts swaying gently with each thrust. She could feel the heat spreading through her body, her pussy clenching and unclenching around the dildo.
She was so close, she could feel it. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel it rising, getting higher and higher, closer and closer... until. "FUUUUUUCK" Sophie screamed as her hips bucked wildly, her entire body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching around the dildo, her juices gushing out and soaking her sheets. Her vision swam, her body shaking with the force of her climax. She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Lucas watched from his invisible perch, a smirk playing on his lips. He had underestimated how quickly she would adapt to her new desires, but he was pleased with the results nonetheless.
He had given her just a taste of what was to come, a small nudge in the right direction. And she had taken to it like a fish to water. As a reward, he decided to allow Sophie to experience the memories of this version of her. He still didn't erase her old ones, of course, watching her deal with the dissonance was just too amusing, but it would make it easier to adjust to this new world if she had a better idea of what it was like.
Suddenly, new memories began flooding Sophie's mind. She could remember herself in her dorm room, masturbating with her favorite vibrator, a Hitachi wand, her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping with arousal as she watched a video of a girl getting fucked by a massive black cock. She could remember the feeling of the vibrations against her clit, the way she would thrust her hips, chasing her orgasm as the girl on the screen begged for more.
She could remember the first time she had sex, a fumbling, awkward encounter with a guy from her physics class. He had been nervous, his hands shaking as he fumbled with the condom, but she had been eager, her pussy soaked with desire.
She could remember the feeling of him pushing inside her, the initial discomfort giving way to a sense of fullness that she had never experienced before.
She could remember the way he had looked at her, his eyes filled with lust and admiration. She could remember the way he had made her feel, her body alive with sensation as he moved inside her, his cock stretching her tight little pussy.
But she also remembered the disappointment, the frustration that had followed. The sex had been good, but it hadn't been enough. She had craved more, craved something that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
And so, she had started experimenting.
She had bought a vibrator, then a dildo, then another, and another. She had watched porn, so much porn, trying to find what it was that she needed, what it was that she craved. She had masturbated to the point of exhaustion, her body aching from the intensity of her orgasms.
But it still wasn't enough. She needed more.
She needed... something else.
Something different.
Something... more.
And then, one day, she had seen them.
A group of men, walking across campus. They were tall, muscular, their skin a deep, rich brown.
They were wearing baggy jeans and hoodies, their hats pulled low over their eyes. They were laughing, joking, their voices deep and confident. Sophie had been walking past them, her eyes cast down at the ground, but as she passed, one of them had looked up, his gaze meeting hers.
She had felt a jolt of electricity, a spark of something primal and raw. She had felt her pussy clench, her nipples hardening beneath her sweater. She had felt a rush of heat, a flood of arousal that had left her dripping.
She had gone back to her dorm room, her heart pounding, her body aching for release. She had locked her door, her hands trembling as she stripped off her clothes. She had looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes wide with desire, her body flushed with heat. And then she had taken out her favorite dildo, the one she had used a thousand times before, and she had fucked herself hard, imagining that it was one of those men, their thick, dark cocks fucking her deep and hard.
She had come like never before, her screams of pleasure echoing off the walls of her small dorm room.
She had collapsed onto her bed, her chest heaving, her body trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She had never felt so alive, so complete.
She still had her original memories of course, her memories of celibate, asexual Sophie waking up each morning and reading for 30 minutes before breakfast. But now, she could also remember the other her, the current her, spending her mornings very differently. No wonder she was so horny when she woke up, she did this EVERY morning.
The memories of her masturbating continued to flood back, each one more explicit and filthy than the last.
She remembered waking up early, her body already slick with need, her pussy dripping with arousal. She would reach for her favorite vibrator, the one she had bought specifically for this purpose, and she would turn it on, the deep, powerful hum making her shiver with anticipation.
She would spread her legs wide, her back arching as she pressed the vibrator against her clit. She would grind against it, chasing the pleasure, her hips moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself.
She would watch herself in the mirror, her eyes locked on her reflection, her body a vision of lust and desire. She would see the way her tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect, her stomach clenching and unclenching as she rode the wave of pleasure. She would see the way her pussy lips were swollen and glistening, her clit peeking out from beneath its hood, begging for more attention.
She remembered the first time she had slipped a buttplug into her ass, the way the initial burn had given way to a sense of fullness that had driven her wild.
She remembered the way she had fucked herself with her favorite dildo, her other hand reaching back to play with the plug, the dual sensations sending her over the edge and into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
But even that hadn't been enough. She wanted more. She wanted something bigger, something thicker, something... harder.
She had started watching gangbang videos, videos of girls being surrounded by men, their bodies covered in cum, their pussies and assholes fucked raw by cock after cock. She had watched these videos repeatedly, her body aching with need, her pussy dripping with desire.
She had imagined herself in those situations, her small frame being passed around by a group of muscular men, their thick cocks stretching her tight little holes. She had imagined the way they would look at her, their eyes filled with lust and desire, their cocks hard and ready. She had imagined the feeling of being surrounded by them, their bodies pressing against hers, their hands groping and grabbing, their mouths kissing and biting. She had imagined the feeling of being filled, of being used, of being taken by one man after another, her body a plaything for their pleasure.
Sophie shook her head as the memories settled into place. She could still recall her original self, of course, but those memories were a bit fainter for her new ones. And, while she was still confused about this new reality she'd found herself in, horrified even at some of her new memories and urges, the memories at least provided her information, a greater understanding of who she was in this new world.
Plus, she had to admit, there were some of the more... carnal parts that were certainly exciting. She could remember the way those big toys had felt inside her, the way they stretched her and filled her like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She could remember the way the hands of the few men she had actually fucked had gripped her hips, holding her in place as they pounded into her, the way their bodies had slapped against hers, the way they'd growled and grunted as they came. She shivered at the memory, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Smiling in spite of her underlying concern for the sort of person that this version of her seemed to be, Sophie immediately hopped up and opened the bottom drawer of her dresser, where her new memories told her that her pink jeweled butt plug would be.
Sure enough, there it was, nestled amongst her lace thongs and a few other toys that she recognized from her new memories. She picked it up, a smirk playing on her face as she inspected it.
"Well, this is new," she said aloud, running her fingers over the smooth, hard surface of the plug.
She had never used one of these before in her original life, that was certain, but her body seemed oddly familiar with it now, even eager for it.
She licked her lips, a sense of anticipation coursing through her veins as she placed the plug on the nightstand and grabbed her bottle of lube from the drawer.
As she began to prepare herself, Sophie couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. She knew that this new reality she found herself in was the result of some unknown force, and despite the physical pleasure she was experiencing, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. She had always prided herself on her intellect and her ability to reason through complex problems, but this situation was unlike anything she had ever faced before. For now, though, Sophie knew that she just needed to get through her day, and her new memories told her that she couldn't start her day until her princess plug was firmly in place.
She squirted a generous amount of lube onto her fingers, slicking them up before reaching back to coat her puckered hole. She shivered at the coldness of the lube, her body already beginning to respond to the attention, her new memories guiding her through the process.
She knew exactly how to prepare herself, exactly how much lube to use, exactly how to insert the plug. She knew because she had done it a thousand times before in this new reality, her body already trained and conditioned for the experience.
She pressed the tip of the plug against her entrance, her breath catching in her throat as she pushed it inside.
She could feel her body stretching to accommodate the intrusion, the plug filling her in a way that was both uncomfortable and exhilarating. She took a deep breath, her body tensing as she pushed the plug in further, past the initial resistance, until it was fully seated inside her.
She let out a sigh of relief, her body already beginning to adjust to the plug. Looking over her shoulder at her mirror, she smiled at the reflection that her new memories told her she'd seen countless times before, of the little pink jewel nestled between her ass cheeks.
She felt a strange sense of accomplishment, her body already feeling more complete and ready to face the day with the plug in place, just as her new memories had taught her to.
Satisfied with the sight, Sophie quickly grabbed one of her skimpy lace thongs and slipped it on.
This version of herself seemed to have a penchant for wearing lingerie underneath her boring, baggy outfits, a little secret she kept from the world. She glanced at her desk, noticing the small pile of dildos and the pack of condoms she had discovered earlier. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were somehow connected to her sudden transformation, but for now, she pushed the thought aside, deciding to deal with it later.
She dressed swiftly, opting for a pair of baggy jeans and a loose sweater, hiding her lace thong and the jewel plugged into her ass. She didn't have much time if she wanted to catch the bus to campus.
Sophie gathered her books and stuffed them into her backpack, her mind racing with questions about her new reality. As she slipped on her sneakers and grabbed her wallet, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that something was wrong. But she pushed the thoughts aside, deciding to focus on her day ahead. She had classes to attend, assignments to complete, and she couldn't afford to let her newfound urges and memories distract her from her academic pursuits.
As she stepped out of her dorm room, and made her way toward the bus stop, she quickly discovered just how... distracted she could get as a result of her new urges. Her new memories at least ensured that she was used to them, however, that didn't change the fact that she couldn't help but stop and stare at the group of frat boys playing shirtless volleyball in front of the dormitory.
Their bodies were lean and muscular, their skin tanned and glistening with sweat, and Sophie couldn't help but feel arousal stirring within her. She remembered her old self, the asexual, feminist Sophie, who would have rolled her eyes at such a display, but this new Sophie, the one with the memories of dildos, gangbangs, and big black cocks, couldn't help but be drawn to the sight. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her sweater, her pussy growing damp as she watched the boys spike the ball and celebrate their victories.
She wondered what it would be like to be under one of them, their strong bodies pinning her down as they took what they wanted. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding to the fantasy despite her best efforts to suppress it.
She tore her gaze away from the boys, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. She quickened her pace, needing to get away from the distraction before she did something she would regret. As she walked, she could feel the plug in her ass shifting with each step, reminding her of its presence and sending another jolt of arousal through her body.
She tried to focus on her surroundings, on the beauty of the ivy-covered brick buildings and the lush green spaces of the Harvard campus. But her mind kept wandering back to the sight of the frat boys, to the thought of their strong bodies and thick cocks.
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She couldn't let herself get distracted like this. She had important things to do, important things to think about. Like the fact that her reality had been altered in some way, that she was no longer the person she thought she was.
As she approached the bus stop, she noticed that there was only one other person waiting.
A tall, muscular man with short, dark hair and stubble on his jaw. He was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, and he had his arms crossed in front of him. Sophie felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach as she approached, her body still aching with desire from the earlier memories and fantasies. She tried to ignore him, focusing on her phone as she waited for the bus, but she could feel his eyes on her.
The man cleared his throat, and Sophie looked up, meeting his gaze. He smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Morning," he said. "You a Harvard chick?" the man asked, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through Sophie's entire body.
"Uh, yeah," she replied, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. She shifted uncomfortably, the plug in her ass shifting with her and reminding her of its presence. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
The man extended his hand. "Name's Brad, I don't go here but my buddy lives in the dorm right over there so I was just visiting. Nice to meet you." Sophie hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand, her palm feeling tiny and delicate in his grasp. He had a firm grip, his fingers rough and calloused, but his touch was gentle.
Sophie felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, her body responding in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. She quickly pulled her hand away, tucking it into the pocket of her jeans, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Nice to meet you too," she mumbled, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. She felt like she was standing too close to him, her body heat radiating towards him, like a moth drawn to a flame. She took a step back, trying to put some distance between them.
Brad smiled again, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a student, right?
What year are you?" Brad asked, his smile never fading.
Sophie swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure. "Yeah, I'm a junior," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She took another step back, the distance between them feeling insufficient.
Brad's eyes flicked down to her body, lingering on her breasts before returning to her face. "Well you definitely have the look, glasses, baggy clothes," he said, his voice laced with a hint of playful banter. As he spoke the words, Sophie suddenly felt an urge spured on by her this version of her's memories, one to prove the attractive man wrong.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she subconsciously clenched around her plug, feeling a twinge of pleasure at the action.
"Excuse me?" She said, her voice laced with irritation, her cheeks flushed.
"Oh come on, don't be like that," Brad said with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I was just saying that you look like a typical college student. You know, the whole 'nerdy but cute' thing going on."
Sophie took a step closer to the man, closing the gap she'd created just moments earlier. "Well these clothes might be baggy, but you never know what might be underneath" she said, reaching into the waistband of her jeans and pulling her thong strap up just enough for it to be visible to the man, something which her new memories told her she'd done several times before.
Brad's eyes widened, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed the lace. "Well, well, well," he said, his gaze flicking back up to her face. "Maybe I was wrong about you, Harvard chick."
Sophie felt a shiver of excitement at his words, a thrill of pleasure coursing through her at the approval in his voice. She felt a sense of power, of control, as she held his gaze, her body aching with desire.
"What makes you think you know what I'm like?" she said, her voice a low purr. She took another step closer to him, her body inches away from his.
She could feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of his cologne filling her nostrils. "I could show you more, if you want" she breathed, surprised by her own boldness. This wasn't her, she couldn't have been this forward, this flirtatious, could she?
Brad smiled at her. "Tell ya what, how bout you let me see that phone. I'll put my number in" he said as he reached out his hand.
Sophie hesitated for a moment before handing over her phone. As he typed in his number, she couldn't help but notice how large his hands were, the veins running along his fingers, the muscles in his forearms bulging slightly. She felt a shiver of anticipation, her body responding to his nearness, to his touch.
He handed the phone back to her, his fingers brushing against hers as he did. She felt a spark, a jolt of electricity that seemed to travel up her arm and straight to her core. Her breath hitched, her body aching with desire. She wanted him so badly, but, as she saw her bus cresting over the horizon, she knew that anything between her and Brad would need to wait.
“Thanks, I’ll text you,” she said with a smile, her cheeks flush with excitement.
Brad winked at her, “Looking forward to it, sweetheart.”
As she boarded the bus, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a man like Brad between her legs.
As soon as she took a seat on the bus Sophie felt the need to text Emily, her new memories telling her that she did this almost every time that she had an encounter with a hot guy. "Omg Em I just met the HOTTEST guy ever at the bus stop! He's not a student but I got his number hahaha so crazy!" She hit send and waited impatiently for a response, her heart pounding with excitement.
She couldn't believe she had just done that. She was Sophie, the bookish, nerdy, asexual girl who had never even been on a date. But this new version of herself, the one with the memories of dildos and watching gangbangs, seemed to have no qualms about flirting with a complete stranger.
Emily's response came quickly, "Girl you are too much! 😂 So what did he look like?😜"
Sophie typed out her reply with a grin, her fingers dancing over the screen of her phone with ease. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment at her newfound boldness, a feeling that was utterly foreign to her old self.
"😋 Tall, muscular, stubble, leather jacket, ridiculously hot 😉"
She hit send, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for Emily's response. She could feel the heat of Brad's gaze still on her, even though he was long gone now, and she knew that she had made the right decision in getting his number. Emily's response came quickly once again. " Wow, sounds like a total hottie! 🔥 You better send me pics so I can live vicariously through you! 😜 And gurl, you better tell me EVERYTHING that happens next!"
Sophie chuckled, her cheeks still flushed from her encounter with Brad. She knew that Emily was just teasing, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of what might happen next.
As she looked out the window of the bus, she noticed a group of girls across the aisle. They were giggling and whispering to each other, their eyes darting in her direction.
Sophie felt a prickle of unease as she met their gazes, their smiles turning into smirks. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing as she tried to figure out what they were looking at.
Suddenly, she realized that her shirt had ridden up, exposing the top of her lace thong. She quickly pulled her shirt down, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She glanced at the girls again, but they were now looking away, their shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
Sophie felt her face grow hotter as she sank back into her seat, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe she had been so careless, so stupid.
She looked down at her shirt, her cheeks still flaming with embarrassment.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she made a mental note to be more careful in the future. She didn't want to draw unwanted attention to herself, not when she was already feeling so out of sorts.
After making it to campus Sophie had hoped that the rest of her day would be more in line with her old memories, however, she would quickly discover that wouldn't be the case. She was still brilliant, of course, still head and shoulders above her peers, but, nonetheless, she now found herself continuously distracted throughout the day, something that her new memories told her was normal for this version of her but felt foreign all the same. Every hot guy in each of her classes, the sexy way that Professor Green's salt and pepper hair added to his sophisticated look that made her melt, the sensation of her butt plug everytime she shifted in her seat, all of these things and more were constantly vying for her attention, making it impossible for her to concentrate on her work.
Luckily, her classes were fairly easy for her and during the lectures she could, on occasion, force herself to focus, but during the breaks or when she was walking between classes, she found her mind constantly wandering to the previous night's masturbation session or her encounter with Brad earlier that morning.
She also found herself becoming more and more eager for her next masturbation session, her body aching with desire, her mind constantly picturing Brad's hands on her body, his cock sliding into her pussy.
Her new memories told her that she had done this many times before, that she often would masturbate to thoughts of men she had met or seen throughout the day, that she often would fantasize about men she had never even spoken to. But this new Sophie, the one with the memories of dildos and gangbangs, seemed to be even more insatiable than before.
During her physics lecture, she found herself daydreaming about Brad's hands on her, his fingers tracing the line of her thong, his mouth on her nipples, his cock inside her.
She squirmed in her seat, the butt plug shifting and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She clenched her thighs together, trying to suppress the arousal that was pooling between her legs, but it was no use. She could feel the dampness seeping through her lace thong, her clit throbbing with need.
She tried to focus on Professor Johnson's lecture on quantum mechanics, but her mind was elsewhere. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her sweater, her breasts aching for touch. She glanced around the room, her eyes landing on the tall, handsome man sitting two rows in front of her.
She remembered flirting with him last week, remembered the way he had looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. She could still feel the ache between her legs, the throb of her clit as she had imagined him bending her over his desk, his thick cock sliding into her tight little pussy.
She squirmed again, her body reacting to the memories, to the fantasies that were playing out in her mind. She could feel the plug moving inside her, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. She clenched her thighs together, her fingers gripping the edge of her seat as she tried to suppress a moan. She needed to excuse herself to the restroom to relieve herself, something that her new memories told her that this version of her did at least once a day.
She quickly gathered her books and, trying to act as casual as possible, stood up and made her way to the aisle.
She noticed some students raising their eyebrows at her sudden departure, but she didn't care. All she could think about was the sweet release she would get once she could touch herself. She hurried to the women's restroom at the end of the hall, her heart pounding with anticipation.
As soon as she was inside, she quickly locked herself in a stall and set her backpack down on the floor. She unbuttoned her jeans, her hands trembling with excitement, and pushed them down along with her thong.
The cool air of the restroom hit her wet pussy, sending a shiver down her spine. She quickly grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it off, along with her bra, revealing her small, pert breasts.
Her new memories told her that she always had a small stash of toys in her backpack, just in case she got into a situation like this. She rummaged through her bag, her heart pounding, until she found her favorite vibrator, a powerful wand that she knew from experience could bring her to orgasm in no time.
She turned it on, the deep hum filling the small space.
She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she pressed the vibrating head against her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking at the sudden sensation. She wrapped her free hand around her breast, her fingers pinching her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, her hand moving in time with the vibrations, her hips moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself.
She could feel her orgasm building quickly, her body responding to the intense stimulation. She remembered the way Brad had looked at her, the way his eyes had lingered on her body.
She pictured him standing behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. She could almost feel the roughness of his calloused hands, the heat of his body against her back.
She increased the speed of the vibrator, her clit already throbbing with the onslaught of pleasure. Her other hand continued to play with her nipple, twisting and pinching it, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching, her juices dripping down her thighs. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with the force of her arousal.
She could feel her orgasm rolling towards her like a freight train, her body tensing in anticipation.
"Oh fuck, yes," she moaned, her voice low and husky with desire. "Just like that, Brad. Fuck me just like that."
She pictured him, standing behind her, his thick cock buried deep inside her pussy. She could feel the weight of his body against her back, his strong hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her, his cock stretching her tight little hole. She could feel herself getting ever closer, edging nearer and nearer toward the peak of a roller coaster of pleasure, before, finally, it was time for the drop. The moment her orgasm slammed into her, she immediately felt her hand go to her mouth, muscle memory kicking to stifle her moans. "Mmffmmmfmfm" escaped through her fingers, muffling her cries of pleasure. Her body convulsed, the orgasm coursing through every nerve, every muscle, every cell. She felt her pussy clamp down on nothing, her juices gushing out, soaking her thighs, her ass, even her sweater. Her whole body trembled, her legs buckled slightly, her knees almost giving out from the force of it.
She leaned against the stall door, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks, her breathing ragged and uneven.
She slipped her hand down, her fingers finding her pussy, which was still swollen and sensitive. She moaned softly, her fingers circling her clit, her hips moving in time with the rhythm.
She could still feel the ghost of the orgasm, the memory of it making her body ache for more. She knew she should leave, should clean up and head back to class, but she didn't want to stop. She wanted more, needed more. She stamped her left foot against the tile floor of the bathroom as she pulled her hand away from her pussy. "Once is enough, Sophie, stop being such a slut" she said to herself, her fresh memories telling her that this was something she had to remind herself of often.
"You need to get back to class." She knew that was true, she had more classes today, more studying to do, more physics problems to solve.
She straightened her clothes, her pussy still tingling from the orgasm. She grabbed a few paper towels from the dispenser and began to clean herself up, her mind already racing with thoughts of when she could masturbate again. As she wiped herself clean, she caught sight of herself in the mirror.
Her eyes were glazed over, her cheeks flushed, her hair disheveled. She looked different, wild even. She looked like a completely different person than the Sophie she remembered being.
The old Sophie would have been appalled at this behavior, would have been disgusted with herself for acting like this. But this new Sophie, the one with the memories of dildos and gangbangs, was different. She liked this new side of herself, even if she didn't completely understand it yet.
As she finished cleaning herself up, she took a deep breath and resolved to get back on track. She had work to do, important work, and she couldn't let these new urges and desires distract her. She had a reputation to uphold, a future to secure. She couldn't afford to let her grades slip, couldn't afford to fall behind. Fortunately, after her mid day orgasm, she was able to focus once more. She was still distracted in the way that this version of her always was, of course, but at least she was able to get through the day. As she laid down for bed after masturbating a third time that night, however, Lucas watched her, smiling to himself as he prepared to get to work once more.