Chapter 1: Beginning
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Blinking his eyes open at the all-too-familiar sound of his cellphone the next morning, Richard expected to find an early morning client call or a fresh inbox full of unchecked emails.
What he did not anticipate, however, was the sheer volume of texts awaiting him from unknown numbers, riddled with crude and sexually explicit comments.
What. The. Hell.
As he rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes, he attempted to recall any form of a wild and reckless night before.
Perhaps, he thought to himself, he had downloaded some sort of dating app in a drunken stupor? Or maybe, in a fit of mid-life crisis desperation, he had tried posting provocative selfies on a hook-up site?
No, his memory insisted. There was nothing of the sort.
Confused, he scrolled through the messages, scanning for any shred of context. "U r so fucking hot," one read. "God, I want to taste you," read another.
Richard's blood ran cold as he looked down at his body, checking for any changes in his appearance. But as far as he could tell, he was still himself: a 30-something man with a mediocre physique and an unremarkable face.
Another message lit up his screen. This time, it was a video. Curiously, he pressed play and watched as a woman on the screen, completely nude and lying on a bed, moaned and writhed in pleasure.
She was, without a doubt, a stunning specimen of womanhood - long blonde hair, big blue eyes, perfectly round and full breasts, and a plump, juicy ass.
But as Richard continued to watch, his breath hitching in his chest, he realized something that sent a shiver down his spine:
The woman on the screen was him.
His mind raced as he processed this bombshell. He hastily scrolled through the string of texts again, re-reading them with a sense of horrified disbelief.
Each one was more explicit than the last, each one describing in lurid detail the sick and twisted fantasies they wanted to enact upon him.
Or, rather, her.
It was then that Richard finally realized the gravity of his situation. Somehow, overnight, he had been transformed into a bimbo slut. He felt it as he ran his hands over his now-ample breasts, the soft curves undeniably his.
The logical part of his brain screamed at him to reject this new reality, to fight back against this horrific violation of his being.
But as he gazed at the woman on the screen, the base animal instincts that now coursed through his body took over.
"Fucking perfect," he groaned, getting up from his seat and tearing off his clothes. He could feel his cock hardening in his hand, dripping with pre-cum as he imagined sinking his teeth into those full, swollen lips and pulling her long blonde hair.
He picked up the phone and dialed the number that had sent the video. After a few rings, the sounds of soft feminine breathing filled his ear.
"Uh, hello?" came a hesitant female voice. "Who is this?"
Richard bit his lip, feeling his heart pound in his chest as he responded, "It's me, baby. The one who sent you that video."
A moment of silence passed before she finally spoke, her tone dripping with a sultry desire. "Ohhhh, god. I've been waiting for you to call. What took you so long?"
Her voice alone sent his mind into a tailspin of filthy thoughts.