Back at Alices

Henry slipped through the door of Alice's flat, the lock clicking softly behind him as he leaned against the wood, letting out a slow, satisfied breath, and he ran his hands over Alice's body, feeling the curves that had ensnared so many, feeling the power thrumming beneath the skin, and he walked toward the bathroom, already planning the outfit he would wear, the way he would move, the precise words he would use to make Marcus and his friends believe they were taking what they wanted when in truth they were merely following the script he had written for them. turning it on he stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over Alice's borrowed flesh as he rehearsed the evening ahead, imagining the looks on their faces when he let them use Alice's body, every touch and every moan and every surrender, how they'd feel inside her body, and he smiled, feeling the familiar thrill of absolute control, knowing that by the time the party ended, Alice's reputation would be nothing, she'd be remembered as the slut, who whored herself out at college, and at a party, even if she did try to right it, it's all she'd be seen as.

Excited with the thrill of what he was doing, having not experienced anything so fun in his whole boring life, how this girl had always snubbed him, and how he was in control, while she was helpless in his tiny dicked body, he stepped out of the shower and began to dress, selecting a skirt that was just short enough to be provocative, a top that was just tight enough to be distracting, and no underwear. He examined himself in the mirror, tilting Alice's head this way and that, practicing the expressions he would need, the demure lowering of eyes, the nervous biting of lips, the shy smile that promised submission and delivered only more fuel for the fire he was about to ignite, he was loving this.

The click of the door swinging open shattered his reverie, and he spun to find Alice standing in the doorway, her face twisted with a fury that made even Henry's borrowed confidence waver for a moment, her small body trembling with rage as she took in the sight of herself in the mirror, dressed in the slutty outfit Henry had chosen, and she stepped forward with a venom in her voice that cut through the steam-filled air, "Stop degrading my body, you pathetic little worm," her hands balled into fists at her sides as she advanced on him. Henry wasn't phased however, "Or what, Alice? You'll try to stop me from ruining you? From inside that useless body of mine?" and he laughed, a cold, hollow sound that echoed off the tiles, watching her face contort with helpless rage, she wanted to scream, but she could scream and beg and threaten all she wanted, all Henry had to do was play innocent, no one would believe Alice.

Henry paused, maybe he was going a little far, consumed with this goal, but a new thought flickered through his borrowed mind, he decided to be kind, to show Alice something no one had ever shown him, and with a slow, deliberate movement he closed towards Alice, in his body, reached down and pulled down the jeans she was wearing, exposing the tiny, pathetic cock that now belonged to her. "No one would ever do this for me," he pouted.

Henry's fingers wrapped around the soft, familiar flesh, and he began to stroke, expecting the familiar surge of arousal, but nothing happened, just a limp, useless appendage that refused to respond. He tried harder, his borrowed hand moving faster, enveloping the whole thing, desperation flickering across his features as he realized Alice's body had no interest in his old form. So he changed tactics, leaning close to her ear and whispering, "You know, Marcus has a real cock, thick and long, nothing like this pathetic little thing you've got now, I loved how it made me feel while I served him," and he felt the faintest twitch beneath his fingers. "Mr Patterson made me feel it too, with his experience, his size , that was so good, fucking me on that desk" he continued, and now there was a definite stirring, a shameful response that made Henry's borrowed lips curl into a triumphant smile. "And Derek? Oh, Derek wasn't as big, but compared to this, it was a monster," he finished, and finally his old cock was hard, standing at attention for its new owner, barely a couple of inches long, but hard. Henry laughed and said, "See? Even my body knows what's true," before releasing it, letting it bob pathetically.

Henry backed onto the couch, spreading his leg's, his fingers slid between her borrowed thighs, finding the wetness that had already gathered there from his words alone, and he moaned dramatically as he touched himself, her body, showing Alice exactly what she was missing. "Mr Patterson's cock felt so good inside this tight little cunt," he whispered, his voice dripping with mock sympathy as he pushed a finger inside himself, then two, demonstrating the stretch, the fullness that her pathetic little dick could never provide. "He filled me up so completely, Alice, and now you'll never know what that feels like, because no one will ever want to fuck this tiny useless thing you've got now." He curled his fingers just right, making his borrowed body shudder with pleasure that belonged to him, not her, watching her face twist with impotent fury as he showed her exactly what she'd lost.

Henry leaned back, spreading his borrowed thighs wider, fingers still buried inside himself as he looked at Alice with a cruel glint in his eyes. "At the party tonight, I'm going to take every single big cock they offer me," he breathed, voice thick with anticipation. "I'm going to let Marcus fuck me right there, feel him fill me up while everyone watches, and then I'm going to let his friends, all of them, one after another, until I'm dripping with their cum and everyone knows what a good little slut I am." As the words left his borrowed lips, he saw Alice's face contort, heard her sharp intake of breath, and watched as his own tiny cock spasmed and released a pathetic little stream of cum, her body betraying her even as she tried to fight it, orgasm wracking her borrowed frame at the thought of him being filled by so many men.

Henry laughed, a cold, triumphant sound as he watched Alice's borrowed body tremble through its pathetic orgasm, his old body, how pathetic it looked, her tiny cock still leaking. "Get out," he said, his voice flat and final, gesturing toward the door with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I've got a party to get to, and you've got a reputation to lose." He stood up, wiping his fingers on a towel, not even bothering to look at her as she scrambled to pull up her jeans, her face red with shame and fury, knowing she was powerless to stop him. "Don't wait up," he called after her, already turning toward the mirror to fix his borrowed hair, checking his reflection with a satisfied smirk, imagining the cocks that would soon fill him, the crowd that would watch, the story that would spread.