Jim held a ring up. "And what does this one do?"
"That?" The alleged wizard squinted at it closely. "Ah yes, that. The ring acts as a sort of mind control device. The person who receives it will find themselves under the influence of the one who gifts it."
"Interesting. I could use that for some humiliation."
"Maybe, of a sort. The person wearing the ring won't be aware that it is happening. The wearer is suggestible, prone to agree, likely to give the gifter what they want, that sort of thing. It is more influence then direct control, though it is nearly irresitible. And the wearer will thinks it is all their idea. The effect can even survive removal of the ring for a long period after."
"Never mind then." Jim put the ring down. "I want Tom to know that he's losing. I want him to suffer for all those years of bullying and torture. He stuffed me into closets, he beat me up, he stole my girlfriend, the works. Real douche. Can't believe he acted like everything was chill when I saw him the other day."
"Yes, yes. You've mentioned." The wizard started shuffling down the aisles of Spells R Us, or SRU for short. "Several times, in fact," he muttered. Jim had been browsing his store for nearly 30 minutes, and the wizard wasn't sure if he'd actually buy anything to effect his revenge.
"And what about this?" The wizard sighed and turned around again to see what he was asking about.
"Adjustible body suit. Female model. Controlled through an app, believe it or not. Unholy fusion of magic and technology if you ask me. Wearer uses the app to adjust the physical form before putting it on. App lets them get out, too." Jim's mind started running wild with the potenial. He could play several cruel tricks on Tom with that, instead of justbig one, and he'd never suspect Jim since it would be a never ending cascade of women. This was something he could work with.
"How much?" Jim asked. The wizard smiled.
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"This seat taken?" Tom asked, gesturing at the bar stool next to her.
"No, go right ahead." The buxom blonde said.
"Your drink seems low. Would you fancy another one?"
"If you're buying, then why not?" Tom smiled and flagged down the bartender to order her next drink. One drink turned to many, and they found themselves chatting for the rest of the evening.
"You know, Kaylee" Tom said, "I've really appreciated getting to know you. I've been having a lot of trouble with women lately, but you seem different. You're just so kind."
"You too, Tom. Listen, I'm going to get out of here. By myself, for tonight. But I want you to have my number, so we can hang out again some time."
"Yeah, sure, absolutely." Tom bit his inner lip to hide his excitement as they exchanged numbers, then Kaylee left the bar and walked home. Once she reached her apartment, she pulled out her phone and opened an app. A few moments later, her skin was sloughing off and out stepped Jim. His plan was working. He'd practically been emotionally torturing Tom for the last few months, parading as different women, leading him on for weeks, ghosting dates, acting insane, never giving him more than a kiss. He felt that he'd broken him down enough for Stage 1. Now it was time for Stage 2: use Kaylee to date him for a while, building him back up. Then it would be Stage 3: break his heart and smash his whole life to absolute pieces.
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Jim put the Kaylee settings in the SRU app, then pulled the bodysuit over his skin. He felt an electric tingle arc over his skin and shivered. He'd grown to like the bodysuit process. The suit squeezed him, making him shorter and squeezing his waist in, while plumping his butt. His chest grew to Kaylee's D-cups, a weight he'd grown to like, while the suit squeezed his crotch. He always felt like he came a little as it happened, and in the slightly orgasmic feeling, the physical sensation of his penis suddenly vanished, leaving a warm feeling in his loins. It never failed to make his new vagina moist. The suit finished positioning itself and the transformation was complete. He smiled at the naked body in the mirror, cracked his neck, and got to work getting ready for the evening.
It was almost his tenth date with Tom, and it would be a big one. Things were going well so far, and he wanted to keep up the illusion. So he'd be going back to his place after dinner. He'd spent the night with him before, but they'd never done more than hand stuff. This time, though, he'd let him go all the way. He knew he liked the image of a good girl; he'd extracted what Tom liked sexually from his forays as other women, sexting him. So he'd played up the good girl image, telling him he wanted to wait. He liked it, but he was getting eager, and Jim knew exactly what he'd have to do to get him begging. He'd adjusted the body suit accordingly, giving himself higher pheremone levels and a tighter pussy. He wore a top that showed off his ample cleavage, and a skirt that he knew Tom liked, one that accentuated Kaylee's legs and butt. After finishing his makeup, he left for dinner.
A few hours later, he found himself three bottles of wine deep with Tom as dinner wound down. He would have to be a little drunk for what he was going to do. But it was all necessary for the plan to continue.
"So tell me," Jim said as he brushed hair out of his face. "What were you like in high school?" He shrugged.
"I don't know, the typical. Kind of a middle-rider, sort of cool, sort of a nerd."
"Were you bullied?"
"No, not really."
"Ah," Jim said. "Were you the bully then?"
"What? No, of course not."
"Really? I thought you'd have a bit of a mean streak." He leaned in a little, put his hand on Tom's leg. "It would be a bit of a turn on, if you catch my drift. A good girl like me, succumbing to a bad body."
"Ah, well..." He thought for a few moments. "I guess there was this one kid. I don't know why, there was just something about him, but I tormented him a bit. But he was such a little bitch, and he'd whine so much. I guess I enjoyed that a bit."
"What would you do?"
"Oh the usual, push him around, call him names. I dated a girl he had a crush on, which wasn't really related, but I rubbed that in too." Kaylee breathed heavily. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, I am. Let's just get out of here. Back to your place." He smiled and called the waiter over. A light brownout later, and Jim found himself in Tom's bedroom. Tom was kissing his neck, and Jim pulled him down with him as he lay. Jim's hands went to his pants, struggling with the belt.
"Do you want to blow me?" He always asked, and he always said no. For everything else he was prepared to do for his plan, that was not one of them.
"No.... but I do want you inside of me." He froze for a second, then smiled widely. His pants came off quickly after that, as did his top and underwear. His skirt remained on. He liked it that way, Jim knew. "Just be gentle... It's my first time." And that was true, it was his first time as a woman.
"Plenty of foreplay first then," he said. He kissed his down front, licking on his nipples slowly. His vagina ached for something, anything, to fill it. Soon he got his wish as he felt the head of Tom's penis rubbing against him, then slipping in slowly. A little of the tip at the front of his vagina at first, then out. A little deeper, then out. A little deeper, then out. It was driving Jim crazy as Tom used it to lube up his penis.
Then suddenly Tom slipped the rest of the way in. Jim moaned loudly at his first full penetration. It was overwhelming. As Tom thrust in and out of him, Jim felt anticipation builidng in his loins as pleasure spread out across his body in waves. He grabbed a pillow to bit down on it, anticipation building more and more. Then he felt Tom's penis convulse inside of him, and he felt a new warmth inside. It pleased him more than he liked to admit, despite the disappointment in not being able to finish. Tom pulled out slowly.
"Would you... go down on me?" Jim asked. "I'm not quite finished."
"What? No. Not after I came in you." Jim glared at him as he walked away. That was the inconsiderate Tom that he knew was hiding in there. The warmth inside of him reviled him now as the sex fog faded from his mind. But he'd be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed it.
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"What's SRU?" Tom asked Kaylee a few months later. Kaylee looked up, slightly panicked. Tom was holding a receipt. Jim had missed something in his cleaning. It was easier to separate the two, Kaylee had learned, to keep up the ruse. She was Kaylee like this, Jim like that. And Jim had messed up.
"Oh, just some spot, you know."
"What's a body suit?" She blushed.
"You don't know what a bodysuit is?"
"Go wait in the bedroom and I'll show you, then." He arched an eyebrow and obeyed. She was prepared for this. Not that she knew it would come up this way. She grabbed the lingerie she purchased and made her way into the bathroom to change into it. This would distract him from the SRU receipt.
The sex had gotten better for her. She still wouldn't blow him, for obvious reasons, but if she was going to go through this, she might as well try to enjoy it. She just had to get him to go down on her first if she wanted to experience the female orgasm. Which she'd had a number of times now. Not as much as he orgamsed. His dickishness had grown, though, since they'd had sex. He was still mostly sweet, but she felt the edge more and more. She knew it was some of the best sex he'd had, though, which made her look forward to moving to Stage 3. Soon enough.
She approached the bedroom. "This," she announced, "is a bodysuit." His eyes widened. She approached and pushed him down onto the bed. "I'm going to be on top." He liked when she acted a little forceful, and honestly, she did too. It made her feel in charge, made her feel dominant over him. She pulled his pants down. He grabbed her head while she was down there, pushing it to his crotch. She pulled away.
"I told you I'm not doing that." He gave her an annoyed look. "I'm the one in charge now, so lay back." She didn't bother talking the bodysuit off, she just slipped it to the side and mounted him. She rode up and down on his cock, feeling him get closer and closer. Maybe she'd blueball him. She'd done that more than once. But as she got more and more into it, it got less and less likely. It felt too good right now. She might even be able to make herself come on him. She put her hands forward on his chest, rocking more and more. He was close, she could feel it, but so was she. It was his squirting inside of her that brought her over the edge and she collapsed on top of him, shaking slightly. She might actually miss that.
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It was time for Stage 3.
They'd been fighting more and more. Kaylee was instigating them, mostly, but gaslighting Tom along the way. It had almost been a whole year that they'd been dating, and she'd made his last few months miserable. They hadn't seen each other for a week now, but they'd agreed to get lunch. This would be it. Big, public, messy breakup. Then months of text tortue after.
She got to the restaurant first, scoped out the place, picked a table in the center for maximum effect. Tom arrived a few minutes later. Civil through the meal, she figured. Lead him on. Let him think it is okay. Then bomb him during desert.
As the waiter took away their plates, Tom started talking. "Look, I know why we've been fighting so much recently."
"Oh?" Could he know? How would he know? Kaylee shook her head. "And why is that?"
"Things have been getting very really between us, and we got scared." She relaxed her sholders. It would be even easier than she thought. "But I'm not scared," he continued. "Not scared of us. I don't care who you used to be. I'm only scared of losing you. So, I have a question to ask." Tom got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. It looked familiar, but Kaylee couldn't place where. "Will you marry me?"
"I..." Kaylee's mind raced. The whole restaurant was watching. She could destory him now by saying now. Or... or she could wait until the wedding. Leave him standing at the altar. It would be even better that way. "Yes. Yes, I will marry you." He smiled and slipped the ring on her finger. She felt a rush of relief wash over her. This would work out better than she imagined. She'd get months more of torture.
They finished their lunch and went back to his place. The cuddling led to kissing, then clothes started coming off.
"I want to see if it worked. Will you blow me, Kaylee?" Ugh, again with this. But maybe... maybe it was a good idea. Maybe it would lull him even further into a false sense of security. Kaylee dropped to her knees. Yes, this would be worth it. She licked his shaft slowy and repeatedly, teasing him before she took the full thing in her mouth. The warmth of his cock in her mouth wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. She was bobbing up and down on it soon, until he came in her mouth.
Kaylee moved in with Tom shortly after he asked. It was more convincing that way. She read about the missing persons reports for Jim later, but figured she could pick that life back up whenever. The closer they got to the wedding, the more Kaylee realized that the real cruelty wouldn't be to leave him at the altar. It would be to go through with the wedding, then go through a messy divorce. After the wedding, she realized that she should have a kid with him first, like he wanted. Then she'd be able to take the kid in a custody fight. But even that wouldn't be the best move. The best move would be to wait until he was on his deathbed, then tell him after he'd thought he lived a happy life that it had all been a lie.
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Original authors: Bleeding Sent to my by Cbrorigins.
Repost of a story already on this site to add the missing images.