“Sorry, say that again? A ritual what?”
Charlie eyed his companion incredulously, utterly confused. His roommate and best friend, Nat, had yanked him aside out of the blue and began rambling on about some complete nonsense.
“A ritual spell that can completely rewrite a person down to their core! A single-use sorcery that permanently reshapes a body into a new form! All it takes is a photograph of who you want to change into!” Nat said excitedly, waving about a tattered leather booklet.
“I’ve been looking for this ever since I heard the rumours on the forums- and I finally found it!”
Charlie scoffed. Oh dear. Nat had finally lost it. Wasn’t really that big a surprise, given how much stress he’d been under lately. But, just to humour him, the boy replied mockingly,
“Ok, so you got your hands on this mumbo jumbo wizard shit. What’s that got to do with me?” Strangely though, at this innocent question, Nat had shrunk down, enthusiasm visibly dwindling.
Hold on; is this guy blushing? Charlie thought in disbelief as he watched his friend fidget in place uncomfortably. He is! Jesus… it’s just some stupid make-believe crap. Probably isn’t even real. So why on earth is he so…
...oh! Oh my god!
Realisation slowly dawned on Charlie as remembered a drunken confession from his buddy during a home movie viewing that he dreamt of what it would be like to have a cunt in between his legs. To know how it felt to have a pair of perfect, voluptuous breasts jiggling on his chest as he clacked about happily in high heels.
He’d laughed it off at the time, but thinking back now, it was such a detailed fantasy that it could not be anything but actual, genuine longing. Charlie gasped in mock surprise, playfully hitting Nat on the shoulder.
“That's it! You want to turn yourself into a girl! That’s what this is about!”
“Look, you don’t have to believe it, okay? But I really, really want this to work.” Nat desperately begged. “It just so happens that for the ritual to work, I need someone – a trusted observer – to watch me as I go to bed. After I fall asleep, the observer has to place this booklet with the target photograph underneath my pillow and the magic will take effect. If everything goes well, I won’t be Nat when I wake up the next morning. Reality will shift, and I’ll be a cute Japanese schoolgirl named Niko Orisawa.”
“Please, could you do this for me?”
Charlie looked at Nat with concern. Though he still didn’t really believe that any of this was real, he could see that his roommate was entirely serious. Charlie had been joking before, but this must have taken Nat a lot of courage to admit to – the desire to be reborn as a feminine, petite Japanese girl. To one day become a demure wife, and loving mother.
What kind of a friend would refuse?
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Charlie sighed. It took a bit of tossing and turning, but Nat was finally asleep. Time to get to work. Leather book in hand, he walked over to the bed and carefully lifted the edge of the pillow, enough for him to slide the booklet in.
Alrighty then… just gotta slip this under his pillow and it’s done.
But just as he was about to slide the thin sheets of bound leather beneath the sleeping Nat, he stopped. A sudden twinge of curiosity had crept in.
Well, actually… I don’t have to do this right away. Lemme take a quick peek at what kind of girl Nat picked first.
He flipped open the booklet. Given that he wanted this ritual to succeed, Nat had explained how it worked in extreme detail to his buddy. There were a single square space on each of the booklet’s three leather pages. An empty spot for the subject to place their desired picture.
Mind, Soul and Body.
Nat said that you only had to place an image for the aspects that you wished to change. As such, he had left the first two squares empty – so that he would retain his former personality and male essence even after his alteration.
If I remember correctly, this first page is Mind, the second page is Soul… so the third page must be… Body!
Charlie turned the page, and immediately snickered at the sight of a smiling Asian chick in a Japanese school uniform.
Really? His friend wanted to be this plain, average girl? Ha! Not a chance. Even when given free rein to choose a new life to live, Nat was just so… restrained. As if he was embarrassed of his true desires.
This was so obviously not what he really wanted to be.
They were roommates, after all. Charlie had walked in a number of times on Nat jerking off. He’d seen the kind of woman that Nat truly felt attraction towards. Not some gentle Oriental wallflower that would blend into the background, but-
Oh!
Inspiration struck Charlie right that moment. That’s right - the spell only progressed after he placed the booklet under the pillow! Though Nat was already sleeping, there was still time for amendments to be made! Charlie’s lips curved into a wicked smile.
There was only one thing to do – he would give Nat his actual dream body!
In the dead of night, the household printer whirred thrice as it spat out three lewd photographs that Charlie had quickly searched up on various porn sites.
Armed with gluestick in hand, Charlie slapped the first picture into the Mind square. Naturally, all three were images of the same fake, plastic pornstar he knew Nat loved to jerk off to – Chessie Kay. But this first one wasn’t just any image; it was specifically one where she was gazing into the camera with a sultry look, her lips wrapped lewdly over the hard dick in her mouth that she was happily choking on. Her thick thighs were raised over her head in a shameless display; to show off the other thick cock that was buried deep inside her cunt.
With this, Nat’s mind would be replaced with one utterly obsessed with serving men. One that was overjoyed to serve as nothing more than a warm fuckhole. One that had cock on the mind 24/7.
That took great pleasure in acting as little more than a dumb cumdumpster – because that was what she was!
Next was Soul, and Charlie thought he had picked the perfect scene. It was one where Chessie and another equally buxom fuckdoll had dropped to their knees, eagerly lubricating an erect shaft with their cocksuckers. The two seemed lost in blissful ignorance, drunk off the mere act of fulfilling their sole purpose as being the source of sexual relief for strong men.
Nat’s very essence – who he was at the most fundamental of levels – would quickly become exactly what the scene depicted. The magic would scour away every trace of the timid, introverted boy that had yearned to experience femininity. Every bit of manhood would be scrubbed out and mercilessly discarded, so utterly and thoroughly eradicated that it would never return.
Nat the boy would vanish without anyone even knowing he had ever existed.
And in its place, there would only be the soul of a submissive, brainless bitch. The new woman would be a dumb, nympho fucktoy - forever and always. A happy little cocksucking slave. A change so complete and irreversible, that it would ensure Nat would have no choice but to become the stupid bimbo he had lusted after.
Because at his very core, that would be the only thing that existed.
Lastly, there was Body. Charlie unceremoniously ripped Niko’s picture from its place, tossing it carelessly to the floor. It wouldn’t be needed. For Nat would never be anyone one else but a carbon copy of the woman Charlie was currently affixing to the last page.
Chessie Kay – an empty-headed bimbo slut with big, fake tits!
Nat woke up the next morning, yawning cutely. Already he could tell from his breathy, high-pitched moans that it had worked; he was a girl now!
Hee hee! I should thank that stud, Charlie! I’m going to suck him off so good, like the good little cockslut I am!
She lifted herself out of bed, prancing over to the wardrobe to pull on the outfit she had prepared earlier. Given that Nat had now lost a large portion of her previous smarts, she didn’t find anything amiss even as she felt the silicon implants in her bolt-on breasts wobble with every sway of her slutty new form.
Nor did she realise that she hadn’t received the tame and safe choice she had initially selected, but the exaggerated proportions of a brainless pornstar. She even hummed a ditzy little tune as she squeezed her curvy, seductive body into the tight, womanly jeans and small, see-through top she had bought for Niko.
It was only when she entered the living room to find a grinning Charlie and another friend of theirs, Timothy, did she finally look down, notice that something was amiss, and realise what had happened.
“Ohmigod!” the newly christened cockwhore wailed in distress. “Charlie! You- you made me that stupid pornstar! Chessie! B-but; the spell's one use only! I'm this cumslut forever now!”
“Ha!” Timothy chimed in. “The hell’s this stupid bitch talking about, Charlie? Spells? Chessie? Girl can’t even remember her own name! You feed her some pills or something?”
“Oh, I'm sure she’s just excited, Tim.” Charlie chuckled. “Today’s the big day! Isn’t that right, Natalie?”
“N-natalie?” Nat stammered. No, no, no! It was all going wrong! She wasn’t Natalie! She was supposed to be… supposed to be...
Be…?
The bimbo paused, a blank look on her face as the creaky gears in her head turned at a snail’s pace, struggling to come up with what had happened just a mere day ago. Hadn’t she been someone else yesterday? And why had she panicked a few seconds ago?
She waved away the constant thoughts she was having of sucking cock and getting her cunt filled with hot, sticky cum, trying her best to concentrate even as her bimbo brain urged her to just stop thinking and surrender to her new role as a cumloving fucktoy.
To her horror, she realised that in her recollections of the past day, there was nothing but a conversation the stacked bombshell she now was had had with Charlie. Memories she knew must be false, yet seemed so real and solid.
A memory of mindlessly giggling as she agreed to have a threesome with the two men in front of her.
A memory of fantasizing about stuffing her holes with two dicks at once, eagerly swallowing cum as the men grunted and fucked her.
And one where she dropped to her knees, guiding Charlie's stiff rod into her waiting pussy so that she could give the pervert a preview of the absolute orgy they would have tomorrow.
“Ah!” Natalie squealed in surprise. Without warning, Charlie had sat the airhead down, and was now suckling on one of her perky breasts!
Oh no! The stimulation was quickly filling her mind with more thoughts of cock and cum! What had she been worried about just now? Was it something about fucking hot men, and flicking her hard nipples? Or was it something about filling her stomach with lots of delicious, warm jizz? Ugh! She couldn't remember! She stamped her heeled foot angrily, protesting with all her might.
“Don’t do that, hot stuff! I’m trying to think!”
At this outburst, Charlie suddenly rose, releasing her jiggly boobs from his mouth. Natalie's face paled. She felt a pang of fear, gazing up timidly at the man towering over her. Did she make him mad? Aah! No! She didn’t mean it! She was just a dumb slut! Nothing but a stupid fucktoy for strong men!
To her relief, the look on her buddy's face was one of playful mischief, not anger. “C’mon, babe. Enough messing around. Let’s get the show started. Turn over quickly and show me your cunt.”
Oh… but I wanted to… Um... what did I...
Eventually, after two quick seconds of contemplation, the bubbly bimbo finally decided to abandon her train of thought. Her brain wasn’t smart enough to figure out anything, anyways. It was made to dream of sucking cock and drinking cum!
Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. Cock’s more important than whatever I was thinking about!
Giggling, Natalie eagerly presented her wet slit, bending over the couch with her ass up completely unaware that she had just forgotten about the boy she once was. Not that she would have cared much about the loss of her masculinity, because the second Charlie slid his hard cock inside her, an uncontrollable moan escaped her lips.
What was that?!
In her mind, countless fireworks were exploding with glorious splendour as an indescribable ecstasy rocked her form. While she had no way of knowing this, this was what would happen every time she took a man’s cock from now on - a pleasurable reward for forgoing her past life in its entirety.
Because this was her soul screaming out with joy. A spiritual contentment that derived from completely accepting the sole reason she was made for. Satisfaction that came from aligning perfectly with the two cocksluts that formed her new basis.
Behind her, Charlie continued to grunt as he slowly rammed the slut’s cunt with a methodical rhythm. Under his breath, however, he whispered a last few words to the former Nat - words of smug congratulation to the boy who was now sealed as Natalie for good.
“See? Isn’t this life as a stupid little cumslut much better than being some boring Japanese chick, Nat? I went to look up who the new you is in this reality - turns out you’re famous! A hopelessly horny Chessie Kay impersonator, that rakes in thousands just fucking hung men all over the globe! And I’m your lucky boyfriend! Isn’t that great? Hell, you should be thanking me for choosing this life for you!”
“Huh?” Natalie piped up, oblivious. She had been enjoying being fucked so much that she hardly caught a word her fuckbuddy had said. “Did you say something, honey?”
Charlie laughed.
“I said, you should thank me, you dumb slut! Thank me for fucking you nice and good- like... THIS!”
“AH!” Natalie squeaked with joy as her lover started to stir up her insides with a series of furious thrusts. “THANK YOU! THANK YOU DARLING! THANK YOU FOR FUCKING ME INTO THIS STUPID LITTLE SLUT!”
“Hey, don’t forget me too, Natalie!” Timothy added with a wide grin, hurriedly pulling down his trousers. “I’ve been waiting a long time to fuck your face! Man, I sure lucked out being friends with Charlie! I get to have my way with Naughty Natalie - the famous bimbo cockslut!”
That day, the newly minted fucktoy received a thorough crash course in what her life would entail for many, many years to come.
Accepting her new duty as a cockwarmer for horny men…
Getting face fucked hard as strings of cum cooled on her sensitive, naked body…
And of course, absolutely loving being a happy, brainless cockwhore for the rest of her life!
