Chapter 2: Building Tension
Lucas stood in the dimly lit corner of Sophie's dorm room, his form invisible even to the keenest eye. He watched as she slept, her cheeks still flushed from her nighttime masturbation session, the third orgasm she'd experienced after her earlier adventure in the restroom. He had been watching her all day, had seen her flirt with the handsome physics professor, had seen her squirm in her seat as she remembered the touch of Brad's hands on her body. He had to admit, the changes he had made were working better than he had expected. Sophie was transforming before his eyes, her shy, introverted nature giving way to a more confident, outgoing persona, however, it was time for more changes to be made. Lucas smiled to himself as he got to work. First off, this third version of Sophie would have several new piercings, now sporting two in each ear, a barbell in each nipple, and a jewel nestled within her navel. Next he would begin changing her wardrobe, extending his influence beyond her undergarments this time.
He had already altered her memories to include a taste for more revealing, trendy clothing, a preference for short skirts and low-cut tops that showed off her newly accentuated curves. Now he would make those changes a reality, replacing her baggy, frumpy clothes with a wardrobe that screamed "confident and sexy."
As he worked, Lucas kept one eye on Sophie, watching her sleep peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each slow, steady breath. He knew that the changes he was making would cause her some discomfort when she woke up, but he also knew that she would adapt quickly, her new memories guiding her through the transition.
As the final change to her physical form, Lucas focused on Sophie's lips, giving her a large bee stung pout that anyone would be able to tell was obviously the result of lip injections. He altered her memories regarding these as well, filling her mind with images of her feeling envious of the lips that other girls have, her desires to emulate her appearance as she looked at pictures of Kylie Jenner, her going to a nearby clinic to get her injections done earlier that semester.
After finishing up with Sophie's piercings, clothing, and lips, Lucas, of course, extended his influence beyond Sophie, warping reality itself around these changes. To anyone in her life, classmates and professors included, Sophie had always dressed in trendy, somewhat revealing clothing, Emily would remember her former roommate getting her nipples and belly button pierced during their freshman year, and everyone would recall Sophie showing up with her new bee stung pout one day earlier in that semester. These changes also created a number of butterfly effects for Sophie's new reality.
His earlier changes to her libido had resulted in a world where, rather than being asexual, she masturbated often and had slept with three different men during her time in college. Now, with these other changes firmly in place, that body count rose dramatically.
People at Harvard talked about Sophie, but not just for her intellect or her academic prowess. No, they whispered behind her back, sharing stories of her wild parties and even wilder encounters. They spoke of her insatiable appetite for sex, her willingness to try anything once. They called her a slut, a whore, a bitch. And she loved every minute of it. In this new reality Sophie was still a virgin before attending university, but she had slept with over 28 men in the three years since she had first stepped onto campus.
Among them were professors, students, and even a few athletes from the football team. Her new memories were filled with details of her wild parties, of her orgies, of her very public and very explicit sexual exploits.
Additionally, this Sophie was a bit less successful academically. She was still smart, certainly, but no longer was she head and shoulders above her classmates, and no longer had she maintained a perfect 4.0 throughout her college career. Her GPA now sat at a 3.4, good, certainly, but not exceptional. It was a stark contrast to her old self, who had always prided herself on her academic excellence. Nevertheless, in this new reality, Sophie had found other ways to make a name for herself on campus, ways that had nothing to do with her intellect and everything to do with her body. She still did well on her Friday exams, but, instead of getting A's after a full night's rest, she got B's after a long night of partying. She still went to football games, but, instead of doing so because she was required to as a result of her involvement in campus government, she went to hookup with guys at tailgates. She still did tutoring, but, rather than doing so to make her transcript more impressive, she did so to get her hands on the hot jocks she helped.
This new Sophie was a wild child, a party girl, a bad girl. She was the life of every party, the center of every scandal, the talk of every dorm. She was a walking, talking cliché, a stereotype brought to life.
Sophie woke with a start, her eyes flying open as she gasped for breath.
Her body felt different, strange. She could feel the weight of her new piercings, the cool metal against her skin, and her lips felt... fuller. She raised a hand to her face, her fingers brushing against her lips, and she felt the difference immediately.
"What the fuck?" she murmured, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes. She looked around her room, her gaze landing on her reflection in the mirror. She gasped again, her hand flying to her mouth.
Her lips were massive.
They looked like they had been injected with so much filler that they were practically bursting. She poked at them, the skin feeling tight and unnatural. "Who did this to me?" she whispered, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of what was happening.
She looked down at her body, gasping once more when she noticed the piercings. Two in each ear, a barbell in each nipple, and a jewel nestled in her navel. She touched them gingerly, her mind reeling. Not only that, but she was wearing a skimpy pink negligee rather than her usual baggy pajamas. Who had done this to her? And why?
Suddenly, she remembered.
The memories of going to the clinic, of feeling envious of other girls' lips, of wanting to be sexy and desirable. She remembered the injections, the pain, the swelling. She remembered the stares, the compliments, the way men looked at her differently. She remembered liking it. She remembered finding her sense of fashion during her freshman year, experimenting with clothes that showed off her new body, that made her feel sexy and desired. She remembered getting her piercings done, the thrill of the pain, the pleasure of the aftercare, the way the jewelry made her feel like a different person, a better person.
She touched her lips again, her fingers tracing the outline of the filler. It felt foreign, but it also felt... right. She could see the appeal, the way it made her look more feminine, more alluring. She had always been on the shorter side, her body petite and unassuming. But with the piercings and the lips, she looked... different. She looked like a slu-
As the word entered her mind the rest of her new memories flooded into her brain: losing her virginity orientation weekend, the wild parties, the experimental drugs, the endless parade of men in her bed. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she touched the piercings on her nipples, remembering the first time she'd had them done, the thrill of the pain, the way it had made her feel alive.
She looked down at her negligee, her fingers tracing the lace at the hem. She remembered buying it, remembered the way it had made her feel sexy, desirable. She remembered the first time she'd worn it, the way her roommate, Emily, had teased her about it, had told her she looked like a total slut. She remembered loving it.
Sophie fell back onto her bed, her heart racing as she processed these new memories. She felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, like she was watching someone else's life play out before her eyes. But it was her life, her body, her memories.
She had always been so sure of herself, so confident in her identity, her beliefs, her desires. But now, everything was different. She was different.
She looked down at her body, at the piercings and the negligee, and she felt a strange mix of revulsion and arousal. She remembered the way men looked at her, the way they touched her, the way she had let them use her body. She remembered the thrill of it, the pleasure, the sense of power she had felt.
But she also remembered the shame, the self-loathing, the way she had felt used and discarded. She remembered the way her friends had looked at her, the way they had whispered behind her back, the way they had called her names.
She reached over to her nightstand, her new memories ensuring that she wasn't surprised as she unlocked her phone to find countless messages from a roster of men.
Some were from last night, others from weeks ago, all asking for another round, a meetup, a repeat performance. She scrolled through them, her thumb hovering over the block icon for a moment before she decided to simply delete the entire conversation history. She had always hated the feeling of being used, and while her new memories told her that she had enjoyed the attention, the validation, the pleasure, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. As she went to delete them, however, she found herself unable. Instead she tapped on her most recent notification, from a number this version of her had saved under the name "hung guy from Kappa phi." The message read: " Hey baby, I'm thinking about last night. Your tight little pussy felt amazing wrapped around my cock. I want more. Meet me tonight, my place. 9pm. Tell no one."
Sophie felt a shiver run down her spine. She remembered having sex with him, remembered the way he had pounded into her, the way his cock had filled her completely. She remembered the pleasure, the pain, the sense of power she had felt. But she also remembered the way he had treated her afterwards, the way he had thrown her out of his room afterwards, the way he had ignored her the next day. She felt sick to her stomach, but she also felt a throbbing in her pussy, and, as she tapped her screen to begin typing her reply, she already knew she'd say yes. "Sure thing, daddy. See you then 😉"
Just as Sophie went to set her phone down on her bed, it started ringing. Unlocking her phone screen, she saw that the call came from a number she had saved as "BBC down the hall." Her new memories provided her with the context: a tall, well-built senior on her floor who had a reputation for being incredibly well-endowed. She had hooked up with him a few times before, and while he wasn't exactly a gentleman, he knew how to use his size to make her feel good.
She hesitated for a moment, her thumb hovering over the answer button. She wasn't sure if she wanted to deal with him right now, not with everything else that was going on. But her new memories told her that she should always answer when he called, that he could be generous when he wanted to be.
She swiped to accept the call and put it on speaker.
"BBC, what's up?" she answered, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
"Hey Sophie, how's my favorite little slut?" he responded, his voice deep and rumbling like distant thunder.
Sophie felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of unease and anticipation. "Just waking up, why?"
"I was just thinking bout walking down the hall and pounding that tight fuckin pussy before my morning workouts," he said, his voice growing huskier.
"You down?"
Sophie swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she should say no, that she should just hang up and try to ignore him. But her pussy was already throbbing, her body already responding to the filthy words coming out of his mouth.
"Fuck, yeah, I'm down," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Come on over."
"Fuck yeah," he said, hanging up the call.
Sophie sat on the edge of her bed, her heart racing as she waited for him to arrive.
She could feel the heat between her legs, her pussy already dripping with anticipation. She ran her fingers through her hair, her mind racing with the memories of their previous encounters. She remembered the way he had filled her up, the way he had made her scream.
She looked down at her body, at the piercings and the negligee, and she felt a strange mix of revulsion and arousal. She was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that this was now her life, her reality. But she couldn't deny the way her body reacted to the thought of him, to the idea of him pounding into her.
She could already feel the warmth spreading between her thighs, could already feel the dampness soaking through her negligee.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at her door. She hesitated for a moment, a small part of her still wanting to turn him away, to tell him she'd changed her mind. But her body, her pussy, had other ideas. She stood up, her heart pounding in her chest, and made her way to the door.
She opened it to find him standing there, his massive frame filling up the doorway. He was shirtless, his muscles bulging.
She could see the outline of his cock straining against his sweatpants, and she felt her mouth go dry.
“Hey, baby.” His voice was deep and husky, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
“Hey,” she replied, her voice breathy.
He didn’t waste any time. Stepping into her room, he closed the door behind him and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against him. She could feel the heat of his body, the solidness of his chest, and she moaned softly as his lips crashed down onto hers.
She opened her mouth to him, her tongue meeting his as he kissed her deeply, passionately.
She could taste the mint from his mouthwash, could feel the roughness of his stubble against her soft skin. His hands gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer, grinding his hips against hers.
She could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her belly, and she moaned softly into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
He broke away from the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Sophie, you look so fuckin' hot," he growled, his eyes roaming over her body.
She felt a flush of heat spread through her body at his words, at the way he looked at her like she was a piece of meat.
"You've been coming around a lot more ever since I got my lips done daddy. Do you like them?" she asked, her voice breathy as she traced her fingers over her swollen lips.
He chuckled, a low, dirty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Fuck yeah, baby. They make your mouth look like a fuckin' cock magnet. And they taste good as fuck too."
He grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head back and claiming her mouth in a rough, hungry kiss. She opened up to him, her tongue meeting his as he explored her mouth, tasting her, devouring her. He bit down on her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before letting it go with a wet pop.
"On your knees, bitch," he commanded, his voice like thunder.
Sophie complied without hesitation, her body responding to his dominance like it had been programmed to do so. She sank to her knees, her hands resting on her thighs as she looked up at him.
He stood over her, his sweatpants now around his ankles, his massive cock standing at attention. It was thick and long, the head already glistening with precum. Sophie licked her lips, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and anticipation.
"Suck it," he ordered, his voice a low growl.
Sophie eagerly leaned forward, her hands wrapping around the base of his cock. She licked the underside of his shaft, her tongue swirling around the thick vein that ran the length of him. She felt him shudder, his hips jerking slightly as she took him into her mouth.
She started slow, her lips sliding up and down his length, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock with each pass. She looked up at him, her eyes watering as she took him deeper, her nose pressing against his abdomen.
He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling gently to encourage her to take more.
Sophie moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. He could feel his control slipping, his need to fuck her growing with each passing second.
"Fuck, you're such a good little cocksucker," he praised, his voice gruff with lust. "Now, stand up. I want to fuck those tits."
Sophie stood, her eyes locked onto his cock, glistening with her saliva. He grabbed her by the hips and turned her around, pushing her down onto her bed. He positioned her on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air.