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I walked to the bathroom my body still buzzing in the afterglow of my orgasm. I felt my hips swaying back and forth even though I was putting no effort into doing so. I looked in the mirror noticing that I decidedly needed a shower. I decided that I should probably take out the plug and couldn’t believe that I fell asleep with it in my ass. I reached behind my back and used one hand to spread my massive cheeks to the side and the other to pull the gem studded plug out. I felt it slide out and felt a mix of pleasure and sadness as it left my ass. Confused about these strange feelings I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. It was then when the faint memory of Ryan yelling at me came back to me, this must have been what John was talking about. I still felt very drunk so it was really hard to focus on anything but I knew that he had done something to me last night.
I tried my hardest to remember what he had said. I remember not being able to talk or move. That had been scary. I also remember him giving me commands and telling me things. I suddenly remembered that he had basically told me that I was going to twerk on dudes at the club. I thought about it and the idea excited me. The thought of rubbing and bouncing my large ass on faceless men, feeling their hard dicks straining at their pants was intoxicating. It was then that I noticed a weird feeling in my ass, it was there but I could ignore it if I wanted. I went back to focusing. What else had he said. I remembered that he had called me names. I remembered that because of him I was now some sort of dumb party slut. I could drink all I wanted and wouldn’t get any sort of alcohol poisoning. That was nice of him! I tried to think of more. The feeling in my ass was growing stronger. It was a need to be filled. I then remembered him talking about my butt plug. He had seen it! I went red with embarrassment but also felt a little horny at the thought. I focused back on the plug, what had he said. Oh yeah, that I would always need one in! He also made it so it would turn me on. That I could get off with something in my ass!
Horrified by the realization I slapped my hands to my ass cheeks to try to drown the pulsing need from my ass hole. I tried to ignore it and tried to think more about what was changed. I remembered there was something, something that he wanted me to do. Something that if I did it, he would know that he can control me…. What was it? The more I thought about it the more I knew that Ryan knew or at least thought that his words were influencing me. If I did whatever he said I needed to do it was game over. I had to get out of the house! I turned off the shower and got out. I still had the need coming from my ass but I was determined to resist! I dried myself off and put my hair in the towel like I had seen many girls do before.
As I was walking past the mirror in the bathroom I glanced at my face. I was beautiful yes, but I felt a need to make myself more beautiful. It was barely a compulsion but I wanted to look good. I went over to the sink and pulled out my drawers happy to see that there was makeup, hair product, combs, brushes, hair dryers, straighteners, curlers and every other thing a girl could want. I looked it all over and was surprised that I knew what everything was and even more surprised to realize I knew how and what to use them for. After a while of looking I plugged in the curling Iron, grabbed out the hair dryer and some hair spray and got to work. It must have taken just under an hour or at least it felt like it did, but the end product was better than I could have guessed. My hair was perfectly styled with large curls flowing over my shoulders. I put all of the equipment I used away shifting my legs still trying to ignore feelings coming from my ass.
Next I grabbed out all of the makeup I had. I started out very hesitant as while I felt like I knew what to do It was hard to trust that feeling. I used the foundation first and was surprised to note that I really didn’t need much. My skin was already flawless, it just needed a little more to have that “I got ready feel.” I felt more confident after the foundation and moved to work on my eyes. Even though I was drunk it seemed like I had the hands of a surgeon my hands were able to precisely apply eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara. Lastly, I started to work on my lips. I used a light pink lip liner and then applied a light pink lipstick. When I finally finished, I couldn't help but smile. There in the mirror was a beautiful woman who was professional at styling her hair and doing makeup. The best part, that woman was me! I tossed my hair from this side to that and practiced giving seductive looks to myself. I loved my face and body. Something I never could say when I was a man!
I walked into my room happy to be done with my new beauty routine. It felt like it had taken hours to get ready but when I looked at the clock it was only 8:30, an hour later than when I woke up. I didn’t understand how that was possible. I had fucked myself quite thoroughly, showered, done my hair and makeup. There is no way that only took an hour. But that was the time. Something with the magic that made me this way is also playing with the way time works around me. I looked around my room it was messy. I had been a girl for less than 12 hours and there were 4 or 5 outfits already on the floor, the didlo was still on the mirror, makeup on the counter, towels on the ground. It was a mess. I sat down on my bed feeling the need to start tidying up. This was a mistake. My bare ass hit the sheets and it felt like I had sat on a rock. I stood up quickly rubbing my ass. I looked at the bed and felt around. It was as soft as ever. I turned around and gently sat on the bed again. Once more it felt like I had dropped my ass on a rock. It was painful. Worried I knew what this meant I found a new butt plug and forced it in my ass. Slowly I went to my bed and sat down. Other than the hard object in me the sheets and mattress felt silky smooth.
“This sucks!” I pouted out loud to no one. “I can’t even sit down without something in my ass!”
I sat there for a second but looking at the mess around my room I felt the need to clean. I got up and went to my closet looking at all of the clothes. I was looking at a few shirts and pants when I noticed a big pink frilly box in the corner. Curious I opened it up to find lots of different lingerie pieces. Some pieces were made out of small chains, others looked like thin strips of fabrics, some were bodysuits and others tiny thongs and bralets. I sifted through them pulling one out every so often. The longer I looked the more enticing the lingerie was to wear. Eventually I pulled out a bodysuit that was very see through and made of a fishnet material with some designs on it. I noticed that the back part of the lingerie had the same design but the part that would sit between my ass cheeks was thin and rode high and would display my ass nicely. I could feel myself wanting to try it on. Slowly I stepped into it and pulled it up. I felt my body shiver with delight at the feeling of the fabric slipping up my legs. I pulled it up so it was sitting tight on my crotch and in between my ass cheeks. I pulled on the rest of the bodysuit and admired myself in the mirror.
Happy with my look I decided I should start cleaning. Bending at the waist to pick up my clothes on the ground, I felt that I was moving a little bit funny but wrote it up to a new body. I moved around feeling the air breeze against my ass jiggling freely. It was hard to clean as I kept stumbling but I felt good, like I was getting stuff done. I moved from one end of the room to the other picking up items and cleaning. With every movement I was reminded about the plug in my ass, no matter how hard I tried to forget about it, I couldn’t. Even worse than not being able to forget was the constant state of arousal that I was in because of it. I could feel that my bodysuit was starting to get damp around my pussy. Annoyed I soldiered on cleaning. Finally my room was clean. I felt a great pride in the work I had done. I decided that it would feel even better to clean the rest of the house. I had never cleaned before and both John and Ryan had complained about that, but for some reason I loved cleaning now.
I exited my room unaware of the time and tidied up the house. I did the dishes and put away food. I grabbed some window cleaner and started washing the windows. I noticed that I wiped the windows from side to side, this made my ass jiggle and boobs sway. No matter how hard I tried to change the direction of my cleaning I couldn’t. It was then that the other comand Ryan gave me came into my head. Clean the house, be presentable, make it sexual…. Check, check and check. I was sure this was his test. I tried to stop but couldn’t any motion I made to not clean made my head hurt. Resigned to my fate I continued. Now that I knew what was going on it all made sense. Every move I made was sexual.
After a few hours of cleaning I had cleaned the whole kitchen, living room and hallways. I was just about to start on the other rooms when John came home. Without knowing why I bounced up and down excited for him to see me. I ran to the front room and lowered the top of the bodysuit off my shoulders. I let my boobs free and stood there facing the door. I heard his keys on the outside of the door suddenly I was moving my hands to my tits and squeezed them. I also noticed that I was biting my lip. That’s when I remembered the last commands Ryan had given me “Put on a show every once in a while,” and “Don’t tell John.” Slowly the door opened and John walked in. His eyes looked me up and down and slowly he spoke while closing the door.
“Oh, fuck.”
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Original author: Story44 Sent to my by Cbrorigins.
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