“…how… to… fix… bratty… kid…”
Pam typed the query carefully into the search bar. After her husband had gone abroad on a business trip, her son Eric’s attitude had worsened. Dirty clothes scattered all over. Half-eaten meals left rotting in the sink. Noisy music blaring constantly; and mysteriously crusty tissues piling up in the dustbin.
Not that it was really much of a mystery – she’d caught the perverted kid jerking off in the living room twice now!
“Wait a minute,” she mumbled, mouse hovering over an ad. “…what’s this about? The Brat Conditioner?” She clicked into the site, and was immediately bombarded with pink splash screens.
There was some scientific jargon about quantum superpositions that Pam didn’t really understand, but what she did pay attention to was what the product claimed it could do.
“Fix those rowdy brats in your life – turn them from misbehaving handfuls into the ideal little poppet that you’d love to live with!“
Great! Exactly what she needed! Excitedly, she tapped in her credit card details. In her hurry though, she failed to read on – to see the fine print that might have changed her mind. Certainly, the Brat Conditioner could do what she assumed. Her mischievous son would definitely end up easier to deal with. And he would no longer have an interest in noisy music or messy rooms.
Because the Brat Conditioner did exactly what one might expect from its name: it conditioned its subjects into becoming the perfect specimen of a brat – an ignorant, happy-go-lucky bitch with an overwhelming desire for hard cock.
And as with every Brat that underwent sufficient Conditioning, Eric would soon become a lot more pleasant on the eyes, and become solely focused on activities more suited for the new her.
Perhaps more importantly, however, was the safety warnings that Pam had failed to notice. Every use formed persistent neural pathways in the user’s brain through unnoticeable subliminal messaging, increasingly making them aroused at the mere thought of making their victim a buxom, airheaded nympho. Extreme caution was advised if users didn’t want to have their minds irreversibly corrupted into loving the act of transforming others.
Should someone have purchased the tool without knowing these two pertinent facts – especially if they had the erroneous impression that it was designed for carrying out punishment on misbehaving teenage boys?
Not only would they quickly gain a permanent new fixation on turning people into full on cockwhores, but their intended target would undoubtedly be stuck as a big-breasted fuckdoll, with zero chance of returning to their former life.
Of course, Pam didn’t know this. As soon as the Conditioner arrived, she rushed off to look for Eric. Eventually, she found him lounging lazily on the sofa, cradling his smartphone as he scrolled social media.
Yet as she raised the remote, she paused. Altering her son like this wasn’t exactly good parenting. She gave the device in her hand a nervous last look. Maybe she didn’t have to resort to this. Perhaps she could talk to him.
“Eric, don’t you have homework? The midterms are coming up, and your grades have been slipping. If you don’t-”
“Fuck off, Mom. I’m busy. I’ll do it later or whatever.”
Pam was left speechless at the kid’s flippant reply. Incorrigible. Unrepentant. Her grip tightened around the device. Taking a deep breath, she aimed the device at the back of her son’s head, and pressed the button.
With one press, both mother and son’s fate were sealed.
In a split second, the device shot out a beam of pink that enveloped the teen on the couch. A flat male chest ballooned outwards into plush, jiggly C-cups. Reality waves pulsed as boyish hips widened to accommodate a new womb within his pelvis, and the boy now became capable of bearing offspring, his biological purpose changed forever.
A scrawny male teen had become undeniably thick and girly, and as Eric spread the folds of the new slit between his legs with slender fingers, all he could muster was a cute, feminine gasp.
Pam watched on, utterly horrified. This wasn’t what she had expected! She opened her mouth, ready to apologise. But before she could grovel and seek forgiveness like always, the device’s secondary purpose activated. Pam’s nipples hardened instantly, pussy moistening with arousal as a new mindset was imprinted onto her soul. One that revelled in the predicament Eric was in.
A cruel smile began to form as her hand snaked down to rub her dripping cunt. This was fine. If the goal was to teach Eric a lesson, taking away his manhood until he was more agreeable would work better than anything else she could come up with.
Plus, it felt so good!
Snarling, she addressed the terrified girl. “Listen here, young lady. You’ve been very naughty. As you can see, I’ve turned you into a stupid little whore. If you don’t improve over the three days before your father is back, I’ll keep you this way! Heck; I’ll even keep using this on you till there’s nothing left of the annoying boy you were! Is that understood?”
Eric nodded, scared out of his mind. He had never seen his mother so stern and controlling. He sighed in relief after she had stormed out. Probably would be best if he laid low till his dad came back. He’d talk some sense into her and get her to change him back. He reached down to retrieve the smartphone by his side - only to find that his phone had been replaced with a black dildo!
Because in the reality that the device had drawn from, Erica had been fervently stuffing her hungry cunt with the stiff rod on the couch, pleasuring herself like the horny nympho she was. It was a pastime she was intimately familiar with, given her lifelong role as an airheaded cockslut. And now that Eric had picked up the dildo, his body began to carry on where his alternate self had left off, eagerly fucking himself with the shaft!
In and out it plunged, the boy unable to help himself as his new form moved according to a life he had never lived. He tried in vain to toss the dildo across the room far from his reach, but every attempt just led to another thrust into his sopping cunt. Gradually, his psyche was worn down by the immense pleasure, thoughts of games and sports slowly being replaced with an insatiable desire to suck and fuck. The Brat Conditioner was made to turn anyone into the brat that they were in another reality, and Eric would be no exception.
As the girl finally brought herself to a mind-breaking climax, panting and moaning with great satisfaction, Eric’s mental image of himself synchronised completely with Erica’s. In that instant, the boy’s former personality ceased to exist, having been entirely replaced by an exact copy of a sex-obsessed slut named Erica. Why did I ever want to return to being an icky boy? Erica’s new inner mind giggled, fully succumbing to the Brat Conditioning. Being a dumb girl is soooo much fun!
Licking her warm juices off slick fingers, Erica had a naughty new idea - one that would lead to more pleasure and fun!
The next day, Pam woke up, yawning contentedly. She’d calmed down a little from yesterday, having furiously masturbated herself to exhaustion at the thought of Eric staying as a timid, girly slut for the rest of her life. But surely the Conditioner had done its work. There was no way Eric wouldn’t stop his wayward ways under threat of being turned further into some helpless fucktoy.
Which was why moments later, Pam was shocked to find the living room a mess. In fact, it was worse than before! Clothes were messily draped over furniture. A large wet splotch that could only be the accumulation of sexual fluids had formed on the sofa - and the television was still playing hardcore porn!
Just then, Erica entered the room, fully naked. She giggled at the sight of her flabbergasted mother. Time for her to carry out her plan! Snickering as she adopted an exaggerated impression of the boy she no longer was, Erica taunted, “Like the mess? I don’t think you’ll do anything about it, you dumb bitch! Daddy’ll be back in two days, and if he finds me as an empty headed fucktoy, he’ll be terribly cross with you!”
Pam’s rage returned with a vengeance. Oh, the stupid girl didn’t think she was serious? Well, she’d find out how serious she was! Plucking the Conditioner from her pocket, Pam pointed it straight at Erica and stabbed the button. Naturally, she didn’t see the delighted smile on her daughter’s face before the pink light once again covered her.
Yes! Turn me into even more of a brainless fuckpet! I never want to be a stupid boy ever again!
This time, the changes were more pronounced. Erica was already a woman, so the device ramped up her characteristics further. Bigger, squishier breasts. Thicker, seductive curves. Sultry painted nails.
When the light cleared, sitting there was a whole new fuckdoll, wearing a revealing fishnet one-piece that did nothing to cover her bountiful assets. Erica absentmindedly pinched her sensitive nipples, inwardly cheering. She’d tricked her mom into upgrading her further!
But outwardly, she maintained a look of surprise – to leave open an option for further change. Pam grinned wickedly as she eyed the stacked woman before her eyes.
Mmm, look at this silly slut… She looks so frightened. Imagine if she stayed like this. I could do that. Leave her like this…
Catching herself in the midst of another lurid fantasy, Pam cleared her throat. “I hope you’ve learnt your lesson, bitch. Or I’ll use this on you again!”
That should be enough reprimanding, right? I need to get back to my room and get back to fucking myself!
Pam left her daughter, quickening her pace once she was out of sight. The Conditioner’s influence had deepened, progressing to being the sole defining belief in her life. Pam was no longer the loving mother she once was. Now she was completely a degenerate pervert, about to fuck herself silly to the thought of her daughter trapped as a cockwhore forever.
Erica didn’t waste any time either. As soon as Pam left, she collapsed into a pile on the ground, throwing her head back in ecstasy as her left hand plumbed her hungry cunt. The familiar feeling of her mind being rewritten returned as the slut synced up to her alternate self, and Erica welcomed it with glee.
This time, the plump woman that shared her form was called Eliza, and she was a middle school dropout that became a stripper to show off her alluring form as much as possible. Memories of lewdly swaying to the hollering of crowds of men as well as sharing a bed with a choice few hunks became vivid and immersive, overwriting whatever still remained in Erica’s mind of Eric’s life.
Now she was Eliza – and the brainless fucktoy couldn’t remember her life any other way! “Hee hee!” she giggled. “Bye bye, Erica! You’re me now! Eliza, the stupid stripper slut!”
Pam woke up the next morning, hair dishevelled. Two nights in a row of marathon masturbation coupled with the interference from using the device had irreversibly altered her mind for good. She chuckled to herself, mind already made up. Eric was better off as he was right now - a simple, cock-loving brat. In between sessions, Pam had studied the instruction manual, and was delighted to find that three shots from the Conditioner was enough to lock the changes permanently.
And Eric had already been hit twice!
Today, no matter what, her daughter would be blasted once more. She snatched the Conditioner from the dresser and rushed out to find her prey. It didn’t take long to find the bimbo, curled up on the guest couch outside in deep slumber, body slick with sweat and sexual juices.
Pam grinned, brought the device to bear, and hit the button one last time.
When Eliza finally awoke, she found herself with a whole new set of memories. The device had worked its magic as she slept, performing the last adjustments to what would be her body for the rest of her life. No longer was she a stripper with little to no education.
Now she was Easy Ellie – a chubby blonde bimbo that sold her body online to horny men! A fullblown cumslut that would live her life taking men in every orifice she possessed, and loving it with all her heart!
Giggling as she caressed the two massive mammaries that would be hers forever, Easy Ellie cried out to the grinning woman in front of her.
“Thank you for making me this stupid, busty brat, Mom! I love you!”
A day later, Richard grumbled as he pulled his set of keys from his pocket. His boss had messed up the presentation and left him to pick up the pieces! Now he’d been demoted and wouldn’t even be getting a bonus this year! Well, at least I still have my loving wife to comfort me. He sighed, turning the key.
But the moment the door swung open, he realised that something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. Because instead of seeing a well-maintained, neat living room, he saw an absolute mess. And in the middle of that mess was an incomprehensible scene. A chubby, large chested woman was squealing with unabashed glee as some muscular stranger dicked her down nice and good.
Richard didn’t know what to do, mind whirling with confusion. Were they thieves? Why would they be fucking right there in his house, then? He placed his suitcase down by his side, nervously approaching the shameless couple – only for a familiar voice to grab his attention.
“Oh, you’re back, Richard! Did you have a nice trip?”
Ah, Pam! She could explain this! He turned to the sound of his wife’s voice, hoping for some explanation for this madness – and found more insanity instead. The demure, meek Pam had in the span of a week changed utterly. The redhead was completely unrecognisable, sporting a raunchy leather getup, wielding a riding crop with gloved hands. She had even dyed her hair blonde.
“…Pam? What’s going-”
“Shush, dear,” the confident dominatrix placed a finger over Richard’s mouth, pulling him outside forcefully. “Let’s leave the youngsters to their games, no? We have more important things to do.”
“Huh? But… what’s happening? Who was that girl? Where’s Eric?”
“Oh, Richard,” Pam dryly said, reaching behind her back to retrieve her favourite tool. “Long story short, I found my true calling. And it isn’t playing house with a pushover like you and a brat like Eric. Consider this my divorce papers.”
“What? Pam, you can’t be serious-”
“Goodbye forever, Richard.”
The remote that had appeared in her hands flashed thrice, engulfing the businessman in bright pink light. Worries about salary and workplace conflicts vanished into smoke, and the man’s thoughts became simple and unintelligent. A feeling of calm washed over him as he became the spitting image of the large-chested woman he was in another life. A moment later, a clueless blonde slut emerged, her enormous tits hanging freely in a revealing pink top.
She smiled vapidly at Pam, having no idea why she was here.
“Did you want something, Miss? I’m running late for my twelve o’clock gangbang.”
“Tell me something, dear.” Pam cooed, tweaking a stiff nipple. “Who are you now?”
The girl cocked her head. What a strange question to ask. “I’m Raspberry Riley, a whore for hire, of course. Ten an hour. Oh! Do you want to fuck me?”
Pam hid a nasty grin behind her hand. “No, I won’t be needing your services, you silly little whore. And you best be off. It’s fifteen minutes to twelve. Have a nice life, Riley.”
“You too, miss!”
As Pam watched the oblivious whore happily skip away, she felt another jolt of pleasure shoot through her, the device rewarding her for the transformation of her former husband. Ever since she had finalised Ellie’s transformation, the former mother had sunk deeper into depravity. She’d already turned two random passerbys into lesbian sisters and a pizza delivery worker into a gloryhole slave. And each time her new purpose was reinforced in her mind, growing stronger with each unreasonable change. A simple mantra that was her truth; that drove her to change everyone that crossed her path.
That everyone would be better off as a bunch of busty, brainless brats!
