It was a beautiful Sunday morning, I'd just finished having my breakfast when I heard a knock at the door.
I opened it to find my ex wife, Sandra, looking awfully chipper.
"Hey David! It's been a long time!" She said, stepping into the doorway and giving me a light hug.
"Yeah it has, five years." I said, trying to pry myself out of her hug. "So, what're you doing here?" I asked
"Well I found myself in the area and decided to check up on you! See how you're doing! I guess from that ring that you're married?"
I glanced down at my hand, I'd been married to Erika for about two years. Although we'd been together since before my divorce papers with Sandra went through.
"Yeah I am, me and Erika got married a couple years back." There was an awkward pause.
"You visiting isn't about that is-" She cut me off.
"Of course not, that was years ago, its water under the bridge now!" Her eye twitched slightly before she smiled and walked past me into the hallway.
"Wait! Sandra!" I chased after her, catching up to her in the living room.
"What a lovely living room! Look at those paintings! Where'd you get them?"
"Actually, Erika painted them, she's had a couple put in galleries around town." She seemed slighted by that, with her smile dropping.
"Figures." A bitterness had overtaken her voice.
"I'm sorry?" I said, confused by her response.
"The bitch probably sucked off the curator to get her paintings in." Her tone shifted dramatically to a deep anger.
"Excuse me? Thats my wife you're-" I raised my voice.
"Sit down." Her tone had shifted back to being calm, and I couldn't help but obey her.
"Wha-? Nevermind, you can't talk about my wife that way you spiteful bi-" She cut me off again.
"You will speak only when spoken to. Are we clear?" She stood up, looking down on me. She waved her hand, I thought I saw small sparks come from them. Her voice resembled that of an annoyed mother. I tried to speak but I found myself unable to. My head nodded, even as I resisted.
"Good." She sat back down, crossing her arms and legs. "Now, tell me how you first met Erika."
"We first met in the office," I found myself able to speak again, "she was an accountant."
"An accountant? Really? Are you sure?" She began smiling again and waved her hand.
"She was an accountant, wasn't she? She must've been, she worked with..." I couldn't remember, my memories shifted around and mixed together.
"Then what was she?"
"Erika was the secretary." I could see it now, she never had the education to become an accountant.
"That sounds more like her. Tell me, why do you think she got that job?" She clenched her fist tightly.
"It was because she was edu... because she... because she gave Mr Cooper a blowjob?"
"Not just a blowjob."
"She fucked him in his office. I remember walking in on them!"
"Good. Now, I want you to have a look at this painting." She grabbed one from off the wall. "What does this look like to you?"
"It looks like a forest."
"Really? Why not have another look?" She waved her hand over the painting, the colours morphing and shifting as she did so.
"It looks like a woman. She's on her knees before a man. His big cock is in her mouth."
"Who does the woman remind you of?" She snapped her fingers. The woman in the painting suddenly gained blonde hair, big tits and a huge ass. But I saw a remarkable resemblance in her face.
"That's... Erika." I looked up at the other paintings, all of them had shifted to her fucking various men or paintings of big dicks.
"And what do we call women like Erika?" She leaned in close, waving her hand over my head.
"We call them b-bimbos. Slutty bimbos."
"Exactly. And what do you think a horny, slutty bitch like your wife did while you were at work and she was all alone at home?"
I gasped, I remembered coming home early and finding her stroking my neighbour's dick.
"N-no! You're not going to d-destroy my wife!" I stood up and, using all my willpower, I lunged at her. We both crashed to the floor.
"Fuck! You know, I was going to be lenient with you, I was content just destroying your marriage to that whore! But now I'm going to make sure you get your punishment as well." She tightened her fist once again and I was compelled to sit back down, despite all my resistance.
"Y-you b-bitch!"
"Silence! Now, can you tell me what this is?" She grabbed another painting and placed it right in front of me.
"It's a-a..." I tried with everything I had to resist,"a p-penis."
"Penis? Thats awfully formal and complex for you. I'm sure you've got a much simpler word you can handle."
"C-cock."
"Excuse me? I didn't quite hear that."
"It's a b-big, fat cock."
"Much better. Now, where did you and Erika meet again?"
"We met at the c-club, some guy wanted a threesome and chose us two. Wait, fuck! Get out of my head!"
"Now now, I can tell your pretty little head is struggling with all this thinking, but it'll be over soon. I'd like to hear more about you, what got you interested in stripping?"
"W-Well, back in high school my titties got really big and all the boys wanted to touch them! It felt good to have my big boobies out and free!" My memories of studying twisted and changed for memories of countless blowjobs and fucking sessions.
"Oh yes, I heard all about your time there. Let's have a look at that." She waved her hand and a clipboard appeared. "Caught fucking in elevator. Caught twice with male student in bathroom. Caught giving handjob in class. My my you really couldn't control yourself could you?"
I giggled.
"And this was before your first implants?"
"Yes, I only got my bigger boobies when I started stripping!"
"I'm sorry you had to do all that remembering, I know you have trouble with thinking a lot. So I'm going to ask you a very easy question, what's your name?"
"You know my name silly! I'm Dav- Daphne! No, I'm David-d-Daphne! S-stop!" I tried to resist with all the willpower I had left, I got up and tried to attack Sandra, but she waved her hand and I froze.
"Well if that's not enough then this certainly will be!" She waved her hand and I lifted up in the air. "Let's get you out of those disgusting clothes!" She snapped her fingers and my clothes flew off my body. I looked down only to be confronted by two bulging mounds of flesh emerging from my chest and my dick receding into my body.
"A bimbo like you needs to look like one!" She snapped her fingers again, my dick instantly dissipated and in its place a moist slit opened. My tits quickly pushed out until I couldn't see anything below them. I gasped as I felt my hips stretch out and morph to accommodate a giant bubble butt that was growing behind me. Strands of platinum blonde hair cascaded down my shoulders and in front of my eyes.
Sweat was pouring off my body, new sensations appeared all over my body as a hunger emerged in my newly minted pussy. She snapped her fingers again and I fell to the ground, exhausted.
"Now for your final test to make sure you're the fucking slut I made you, which clothes would you prefer?"
I looked up, seeing two sets of clothes layed out in front of me. One was some of my old clothes and the other was a cute pink panty and bra set.
I reached out a manicured hand towards my old clothes but my brain was screaming at me to choose the other. I began shaking as my mind turned my hand the other way and I grabbed hold of the panties, collapsing in exhaustion.
"Perfect! Now, let's get you dressed!." She pushed me onto the couch and slowly slid the panties up my legs and made them flush with my sopping wet pussy. It felt nice and a hand absentmindedly drifted towards them.
Next, she slid the bra onto my tits. It felt so wrong to cover them up, my time as a stripper taught me to always show them off.
Sandra took a step back and pulled out her phone. She snapped her fingers and instantly the hunger in my vagina doubled. I couldn't help but moan as I rubbed my pussy through the fabric.
"Oh no honey, a little hand isn't going to satisfy that desire within you. You're going to need something a lot bigger and harder."
She was right, my hand did nothing to alleviate the feeling.
"Fuck me! Please! I need a fat cock to fuck me right now!" She was recording, she chuckled as she saved it.
"Erika will be back soon with a couple guys, maybe you can convince one of them..." She laughed as she exited the room.
