Everything Can Change In A Night

Britta hurried down the sidewalk, **** to get home. The college she grew to love so much had changed so quickly the past few weeks. Someone was abducting girls from campus. No one knew how it was being done but three girls so far were taken in broad daylight. Gone without a trace. Britta even knew one of the girls, Raya. She was the first taken just over three weeks ago. She always sat in front of Britta in their sociology class. Raya was a quiet girl; mousy and small. She had a certain maturity about her that Britta had always admired. She shivered, wondering where she was now, hoping she was still alive.

Britta held her bag tightly around her, pepper spray in hand, not taking any chances. Her short heels clicked sharply on the cement sidewalk. She used to go partying with her sorority, staying out late without a care in the world. Now, it wasn't even dark and the streets were empty. A faint wind was all that accompanied her on her walk back to her chapter house. Britta thought she heard a car's engine revving around a corner and tentatively peeked around an apartment building down the empty street. God, she was on edge. Her phone buzzed as she stepped beyond the safety of the building and she screamed, the sound echoing down the silent concrete strip.

Girl where r u????????

Britta smiled, seeing Jemma's text. She and Jemma had been initiated at the same time and became instant besties. They would go binge drinking and do homework together; there was even one time where Britta helped Jenna learn how to French because the poor girl was too anxious to try it with a boy.

Almost home

Britta picked up the pace, ready to be among friends when she stopped. That was definitely the sound of a car idling down the street. Her heels clicked faster and faster and Britta armed her pepper spray, ready to use it on anyone who got near her. She didn't care who it was, she could apologize after not being kidnapped. She rounded a corner, the home stretch, when she bumped into someone. She screamed and fired her pepper spray into the air, missing the man entirely.

"Watch it," he said. Britta paused; his voice sounded familiar. She looked at the man who was straightening his jacket and saw that it was Professor Jacobson, her math teacher who had suddenly resigned a month ago. In the midst of everything happening, she had forgotten about that whole drama.

"Professor Jacobson? What are you doing here?" She saw him smile and run his hands through his hair. She had a kind of school girl crush on him and had been sad to see him leave so quickly. He was tall and dark and handsome. His voice was smooth and when he laughed, Britta melted.

"Oh, I had some things I needed to pack up before I leave this place for good. The real question is what are you doing out here? It's dangerous, you know."

"Oh yeah, I know," Britta said, her guard down and her mood better. She felt safer now that her dreamy professor was here. "I had a term paper due and needed a book the library wouldn't let me check out."

"Well since you're here, could you help me with a couch? It's a little too big for one person and I'd rather have it at home in one piece."

Britta looked at her watch. It was late and she really needed to get home, but she had a hard time saying no to Professor Jacobson. She looked back at him and couldn't help but notice how good looking he was. It was like he had become even more handsome in the time since he quit. The wind picked up behind him and Britta breathed in his natural scent and it set her heart and... other areas alight. "It better be quick," she said, trying not to blush.

"Oh it will be," the handsome teacher said. He walked with Britta to a small couch at the top of a porch. As they lifted it, Britta could see muscles ripple under his button up. His hand accidentally brushed up against hers and her knees grew weak. Despite this quick stumble, they got it to his car safely. "Thank you, Britta," Professor Jacobson said. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Oh you don't need to do that," Britta said.

He smiled, stepping close to her. Close enough that Britta could taste his manly scent and it drove her wild. "I know I don't need to. I want to," he whispered. In one swift motion, he brought a cloth to Britta's face, covering her mouth and nose. Her eyes went wide in panic and she tried her best to push him away. She was nothing compared to him and his muscles and she was helpless as she breathed in the stinging chemical in the rag. She felt her mind slow down, felt Professor Jacobson pick her up, then blacked out.

Britta slowly woke up. Her head pounded and she winced from the bright lights in the room. She tried to steady herself, but found that her feet and arms were tied around the chair she sat in. She looked around. The room she was in was a very normal-looking living room. It had a TV, a purple rug, a small set of chairs around a table and the couch she had helped move. As her headache faded, her panic grew and she began to scream. She screamed until her throat was raw and hurt and only then did the door open.

"Are you done now?" Professor Jacobson asked, striding into the room.

"P-professor Jacobson. You're the one **** the girls?"

"Please, call me Anton," he said.

"Anton?" Britta rolled the word over in her mouth. Under any other circumstances, she would have loved to learn Professor Jacobson's first name, but now it just felt gross. "You need to let me go," she begged. "I promise I won't tell anyone, please!"

Anton smiled and waited for her to be done. "Hush Britta," he said as he pushed his finger to her lips. She felt calmer feeling his touching. She had a sudden urge to suck on his finger, but pushed that aside and instead thought she should bite him for daring to touch her. "I told you I am going to make it up to you for helping me, you know not everyone would be as kind as you."

"You sick son of a bitch! You call **** me helping?"

"You will see soon enough," Anton said. He reached forward and untied her restraints. Britta fought the urge to attack him then and there, she could see how much stronger and taller he was than her and knew that would only get her tied back up. "As a sign of good will," he said throwing the rope to the side.

"Gee, thanks." Britta said, rubbing her wrists. She knew she should be furious with Anton and she was upset, but she had a hard time staying mad. It was like she had to consciously work in order to stay mad, it was so much easier to just let it go. She smelled the same manly musk she smelled earlier that evening and despite her brain telling her no, she found her body ache with need.

"I'll bring you some food and then I can fill you in on what I've been up to the last month."

"Wait," Britta said before he left. "Are the others okay? The other girls?" Anton looked back at her with a smile and nodded.

He came back with a sandwich and some fruit. A surprisingly good meal for being a hostage in someone's home. "I brought you a change of clothes, as well," Anton said. He left again and she changed. He had brought her a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, both of which were just a bit small, leaving her body on display. When Anton came back, Britta noticed his eyes lingering on her body and she felt herself get turned on. Why was she getting turned on? She had just been kidnapped. "I always thought you were a good looking woman," he said, sitting down on the couch.

Britta wanted to find him gross. He was a pervert and a kidnapper, but she just couldn't. She wanted to hate this man, but found him comforting. "Okay, tell me what's going on."

"I bet you are noticing some unusual thoughts happening, am I right?" He asked. Britta nodded cautiously. "You aren't crazy at all, Britta, it's perfectly normal. I left teaching because I discovered a machine that gives one the ability to change someone's DNA. The inventor of the machine had fallen victim to her own invention and didn't need it anymore, so I took it. I knew it was too powerful of an invention to leave in the wrong hands."

"Oh yeah, the hands of a kidnapper. That's who we can trust," Britta snarked. Anton ignored her comments.

"You see, I was getting frustrated with teaching. I wanted to do research but was never able to get the grants, and often, my studies were shut down for giving the university a bad image. It was obvious they cared more about what investors thought of the university than what was actually being researched. So, with this new invention in hand, I quit. I decided to do my own research. The previous inventor had taken down copious notes leading up to her unfortunate accident, so I was able to reverse engineer how the machine worked." He leaned forward towards Britta, and the girl felt her skin flush. Anton was so imposing... intimidating in a way that made her pussy throb with need. She blushed at the thought. "The reason you aren't crazy for being turned on right now, Britta, is because I have altered my DNA. I have given myself enhanced features which allow me to be irresistible to the opposite sex."

"How'd you know I was turned on?" Britta asked sheepishly.

Anton laughed. "Because the three beautiful women who came before you were exactly the same way. No matter how hard you fight it, your body has an animal side to it. One that can't help but react to someone like me."

Britta shook her head in disbelief. She thought he sounded insane, but couldn't deny the attraction she felt toward Anton. She hated him but wanted to fuck him all at the same time. It was rather confusing. "Why are you telling me this? If you want to use me as some lab rat, then why not just do it already?"

"Because," Anton said. He shifted himself closer to Britta and took her hands in his. They were large, masculine hands. Images of those hands wrapped around her waist and squeezing her tits flashed in her mind. "I want you to be more than a lab rat."

"I'm confused," Britta said, trying to clear her mind.

"I will admit that I used the others as a sort of preliminary experiment, just to see what the machine could do. Now that I have calibrated it to perfection, though, I want to help you." He saw the look of stunned confusion on Britta's pretty face and continued. "I always thought you were a gorgeous little thing. No wonder that sorority accepted you; they probably wanted you to go to parties and be the face of the chapter. What I want you to do, Britta is let me help you. I can make you so much more than you currently are. Sure, you have the face, but your body needs some work, not to mention your personality."

She shifted uncomfortably at Anton's frankness. It hurt even more because these were the exact same thoughts she had about herself. She didn't have any curves or definition in her muscles and she always found herself chickening out last minute at parties. She never was the kind of girl that could wrap men around her finger. "So you want to use this machine on me?"

Anton nodded. "That's exactly what I want. Would you be willing to try it? We can start slow."

Britta sighed and looked at Anton. He seemed so harmless right now, not like the creepy serial killer she pictured before she knew who was taking the girls around campus. This was Professor Jacobson or, rather, Anton. The professor who stayed late to help her study, although, given his earlier comments, was he just grooming her? Why did that thought excite her so much? She shifted in her seat, feeling her vagina throb against her will and nodded. What was she supposed to do? Say no to him? Maybe if she played along she could find a way to escape... maybe he would fuck her.

"That's a good girl," he said, brushing his hand against her face. This was so wrong, but she couldn't help but rub her cheek into his warm, sexy hand.

He showed her out the door, explaining what was going to happen. She was to lie down in the machine and do exactly as he said, which as far as she could tell was to do nothing. "That sounds easy enough," she said. "Sit there and do nothing."

Anton smirked. "It sounds easy, but the consequences are dramatic."

"What do you mean?" Britta asked as they passed a room. Inside was a fantastically gorgeous woman. She had long black hair, an angular face with high cheekbones, and her body... slender and toned with gravity-defying tits. Her ass was round, and her waist was so small it looked like Anton could almost wrap his hands around her. The thing that struck Britta the most, however, was that this woman was in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm. Her fingers were deep inside her dripping pussy and a pool was on the floor, showing how long she had been fingering herself. Britta stared, her jaw open. "What happened to her?"

"Don't you recognize her? Her face has been all over the news the last week."

Britta stared closer. The woman had a wide smile, and she moaned and shook, absolutely loving how good it felt to fuck herself. "Oh my god... Raya?"

"That's right," Anton said, watching her. "Raya here couldn't control herself and didn't follow my directions and the machine, well, it has a tendency to adjust to the subject's desires."

"What does that mean? She wanted to be... like that?" Britta asked in disbelief. The Raya she remembered was a small, quiet girl who kept her head down and got perfect grades. The Raya she saw now was good for only one thing. Her thoughts were interrupted by the screams of another orgasm from the horny girl inside the room.

"It'll make more sense once you use the machine. Come along, no point in gawking." Britta followed Anton down the hall to another room with what she guessed was the machine. It was huge and looked like one of those expensive medical devices that could scan your entire body. Anton strapped Britta in and she began to hyperventilate now that she was actually in the machine. "Remember, what do you need to do?"

"Nothing?" Britta asked between breaths.

Anton smiled. "Exactly. We will start slow, okay?" He went around to a desk just out of sight from where Britta lay. She pulled at the straps but found that she couldn't move an inch. She heard Anton's voice come from a speaker. "Please don't do that. Remember, just sit there and do nothing. You will enjoy this."

The machine hummed to life and began circling around her. Britta began to panic, feeling a tingling grow inside her. She knew this was a mistake; she should never have agreed to use the machine. She got ready to scream, but the tingling grew more and more and her mind began to lose focus. Her breaths became more shallow as the whirring became faster. The tingling grew and began to center around certain areas of her body. Her hips began to involuntarily thrust in the air and her nipples grew hard. Fuck, she wanted to have something in her cunt. She frantically tried to move her hand between her legs to get some relief, but the restraints held her back. She was helpless as the tingles grew into an ache. Her body needed stimulation and she began to hate the restraints for keeping her from fingering her needy pussy. She was about to scream out in frustration before the machine slowed and the humming faded to nothing.

Anton came from around the machine. "How was that?"

Britta was still recovering from the onslaught of the machine. Her body begged to be touched still, but that feeling was fading slightly. "I don't even know where to begin."

"It's pretty intense, right?"

"You could say that. Can you take these restraints off me?"

"In a few minutes," Anton said. "The effects can linger and I don't want to expose you to more than you can handle."

Britta looked down at her restraints and remembered how desperately she fought against them. "Is that was happened to Raya? She broke free from the restraints?"

Anton nodded. "Like I said, the machine feeds off of your desires and touching yourself while the machine is on speeds up any changes exponentially. It can make for some unexpected results. I believe that is what happened to the inventor as well."

"So she turned herself into a mindless slut? Both of them?" Anton nodded again. That thought horrified Britta, but in the afterglow of the machine's stimulation, part of her wondered what that would be like. What if all she could do was fuck herself into endless orgasms?

"Alright, let's get you up and doing something else, I don't need you thinking too hard about how the machine made you feel right now." He unstrapped Britta and helped her up. Britta thought that her chest felt heavier. Like her bra was a bit tighter. She looked down and touched her boobs, feeling a surge of tingles. "Like what you see?" Anton asked with a smirk. "I think they suit you, don't you?"

Britta was at a loss for words. How were her breasts bigger? Hearing about what the machine could do was one thing, but seeing and feeling it was something else entirely. "I've always wanted bigger boobs."

"That's just the start, Britta." He walked her back toward her room when they ran into another woman. This girl was tall and blonde, with jiggly tits that bounced under her tight dress.

"Master, dinner is ready."

Britta stared at the girl and recognized her as a sexed-up version of Tiffany, the second girl who was taken from campus. Anton thanked her and told her she did an excellent job. Tiffany's eyes rolled back and she moaned under her breath, as if Anton's praise had made her cum right then and there. They went to Britta's room and waiting for them was a delicious looking plate of chicken Alfredo.

"Was that Tiffany?" Britta asked. Anton confirmed that it was. "What happened to her? I mean she looks changed, but not like Raya."

Anton nodded with food in his mouth. "I told you, I have been learning about what this machine can do. I found out that while in the machine, people are especially susceptible to suggestion so I experimented with tweaking Tiff's obedience. Now she craves my affection and gets a little reward when she earns it." He smiled and winked at Britta. She felt uncomfortable with this, even though she was horny as fuck.

"That's wrong Anton," Britta said. "You can't just enslave someone."

"Oh come on, Britta. It's not really enslaving her when she's enjoying herself. She can leave whenever she wants, but she decides to stay because I make her feel good."

"It seems more like you used the machine to brainwash her."

Anton called Tiffany into the room. The gorgeous blonde walked in, her nipples hard and here eyes were glassy from pleasure. "Tiffany, do you enjoy being here?"

"Oh yes, master, I love being here."

"Do you enjoy what I've done to you?"

"You mean how sexy and horny you've made me? I love it so much."

Anton stared at Britta, not even looking at the girl he was talking to. "Tiffany, you have done a wonderful job." Instantly, the girl shuddered and moaned. "You make such a good slut, Tiffany." The blonde moaned again, louder and her hand reached up to pinch her nipple. "I want you to show our guest how much you enjoy being here." Tiffany reached her other hand up her short dress and came several times just from lightly touching her pussy. Britta could see her juices dripping down her sexy thigh.

"You see," Anton said, ignoring Tiffany as she masturbated next to him. "She is enjoying life so much more now than she was as a college student. Here she gets endless pleasure, not to mention her dream body."

Britta stared at the girl, thinking this was wrong, but found her own hand rubbing her pussy through her shorts. She did look like she was enjoying herself... She snapped back to reality and pulled her hand away from her vagina, using all of her willpower. "So is that what you will do to me? Make me a sex **** like Tiffany?"

"No, I already have two wonderful sex slaves. You'll meet Rachel soon, I'm sure. No, I simply want to help you, Britta. You are such a smart, kind woman. You deserve to have all your desires taken care of. You deserve to feel good. I won't even make you stay here if you don't want. You are free to leave right now if you want."

"Like I can get up and leave right now?"

"Go ahead," Anton gestured towards the door. Britta was about to get up and leave, when Tiffany screamed out in another orgasm. Britta's horny mind began to think about Raya and Tiffany and how good the machine felt. She looked down at her bigger breasts and knew she would be giving this all up. This was her chance to become sexy. Not just cute, but truly sexy. Then she could leave and go back to school, be the talk of every party she went to, and become the president of her sorority. She could have the life of her dreams. Britta settled back into her chair. "Good girl," he said and Britta felt her body shiver in pleasure. One more time in the machine, then she would leave.

The next day Anton showed up to take Britta to the machine. She was surprised how well she slept there. It was like her mind felt at peace, not to mention that her sleep was filled with incredibly sexy dreams. She went with him down the hallway, feeling rested and ready to feel the machine again, although she was sad knowing this was her last time going in it. It just felt so good, but that was what scared her. She needed to stop before she went too far.

"Just so you know, this is the last time I'm doing this," Britta said as she was strapped in. "Then I'm going back home."

Anton smiled once she was in place, "If that's what you want." He stepped out of view and Britta's anticipation grew. She found her body already growing aroused just from thinking about how good the machine felt. She heard Anton ask if she was ready and she nodded. There was a hum as the machine came to life and Britta felt the same tingle from before and she began to giggle. Now that she knew what to expect, she wasn't scared at all; she was excited.

The tingles grew into the same ache and Britta's mind got lost in arousal. It grew more and more intense until she couldn't think about anything but the need in her pussy. She so desperately needed to touch her clit and pinch her nipples. She forgot where she was and simply existed in this permanent state of sexy lust. She lost track of time as the ache in her body grew beyond the point of comfort. She needed release more than anything. That was when she heard a voice. It was a sexy man's voice.

"You love being sexy." Britta smiled and groaned in agreement.

"You need to have sex." She moaned and panted. Her pussy grew wet and her body trembled.

"You love being in the machine." For a brief second, Britta didn't agree. She didn't love this machine, right?

"You want to use the machine again." That didn't sound right either, but Britta squirted and came and rubbed her ass against her own juices on the bed and lost track of her thoughts.

"The machine makes you better." Oh fuck!!! How can she be so horny for so long?

"The machine makes you sexier." Britta felt her mind and body growing tired. She had lost track of how long she had been in the machine or how many orgasms she had had.

"You want to bring other girls to the machine." Britta smiled as she bucked her hips. Fuck this felt so good.

This continued for some time before Britta felt the machine slow to a halt. Her body was sore from so many orgasms, but her mind was delirious and happy. She loved being in the machine. She knew because every time she thought about it, she felt herself cum a little.

"How was that?" Anton asked, coming around from his desk.

Britta laughed and moaned in the afterglow. "Mmm, that was so good." She looked down and saw that her body had changed. Where before she was straight as a board, now she had curves. Her normally freckled skin was smooth and creamy. She looked so fucking sexy. She rubbed her new curves, her ass, her tits, her small waist. She was definitely the hottest girl in the sorority now.

Anton smiled, seeing her get distracted from her own body. "Well, I guess that's it, right? You're leaving now?"

"Oh... umm yeah I think so," Britta said. It was hard for her to focus and her memory felt hazy. Did she really say she was leaving? What about the machine? What about how fucking good it felt? Britta sat confused and horny for a few minutes until her body calmed down enough for her to focus. "Yeah I need to leave," she said, remembering her plan.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed the machine," Anton said. "I'm sorry again for **** you, but I hope you can forgive me." He grazed a hand across her shoulder and side, squeezing her ass.

"Mmhmm," Britta said, loving the feeling of his hand on her. "Maybe there's one thing you can do to make it up to me."

"What's that?" Anton asked.

"Want to fuck my new sexy bod?" Britta blushed, realizing exactly what she had just asked. She felt embarrassed, but at the same time, she didn't regret it. She needed a dick in her. Anton needed no more convincing and he grabbed the sexy college slut and pinned her to a wall. Britta squealed in delight, allowing her horny body to take control over her mind. It was an easy thing to let happen.

He quickly undid his pants and Britta's mouth watered seeing his already hard cock. It was massive and oozed sexual energy. Britta was too far horny to understand that Anton had used the machine to enhance his cock and he fucked her with his increased stamina and lust. Britta's body shivered and she screamed in pleasure feeling his cock stuff her tight, machine-enhanced pussy. Anton never got tired of fucking his sluts. They were genetically designed to be perfect fuck toys. The two fucked for hours, their bodies able to keep going well beyond what a normal person could handle. Every time Britta came and squirted and felt Anton's dick fill her, her mind echoed what she heard in the machine. She was sexy. She loved the machine. She needed to get Jemma and all her sisters in here to feel this good.

After another mind-numbing orgasm, Britta felt her body give out, tired from so much fucking. She felt sooooo good. Even as her body collapsed from exhaustion, her cunt throbbed and begged for more. She laughed at herself. God, she was such a horny slut. Before passing out into a sex-induced sleep, she took one last look at her body and smiled, knowing she was the perfect little sexpot.

Britta woke up the next day, her head a little clearer. She had a hard time remembering what happened the day before, but she could see what the machine did to her body. She found herself gazing over her new curves and running her hands over her smooth, perfect skin. She was determined to leave, though. She said she would use the machine one more time and although it felt good... really fucking good... she needed to leave. She didn't want to end up one of Anton's sex slaves.

She found that her old clothes didn't fit her anymore. They were made for someone with no tits or ass and the new Britta had a plump, round ass and hypnotic, perfect tits. Luckily, Anton had something for her to wear. Tight spandex shorts and a tank top, which showed as much side-boob as it did cleavage. Britta felt like she should be embarrassed to show this much skin, but she felt proud. She was hot! She enjoyed showing off.

"Thanks again for helping me with the couch," Anton said as he dropped her off.

Britta smiled. She saw from the mirror in the car that her face was now gorgeous. Perfectly symmetrical and angular. She knew that her smile could melt people and enjoyed seeing that effect on Anton. "Thanks for not killing me."

"Let me know if you need anything, okay?" Anton said, handing her his number on a piece of paper. She took it and thanked him. She knew she should be upset at him for **** her, but she just couldn't be. Not when he made her feel and look this good.

Britta got out of his car and walked toward her chapter house. She could feel her tits and ass jiggle as she stepped and found that she walked with a natural swagger she never had before. People would walk past her and turn their heads. Cars would slow down and frat boys would whistle at her. She smiled and felt her perfect little pussy grow wet. She felt her arousal grow with each interaction, with each affirmation of how sexy she was. As her arousal grew, so too did those thoughts which were implanted in the machine. Thoughts that Britta didn't even know were there. They only came out as she grew horny and when she grew horny, her body took over and her mind faded into the hazy fog of arousal, just like in the machine.

She giggled and bit her lip, remembering how good the machine felt. She subconsciously rubbed her hands over her new, toned body as she walked. As her hand ran over her slick cunt, she immediately had the thought that she needed to use the machine again. She needed to find Anton and let him fuck her. She didn't fight these thoughts; in fact, they only sped up her descent into lust. She saw her chapter house and could see in a window her bestie, Jemma. A part of Britta was happy to see her friend and happy to be home. That part of her wasn't in control, though, and grew weaker with each sexy thought and with each shiver of pleasure. The other, more dominant part of her thought about how hot Jemma could be after a few rounds in the machine. She thought about how much fun they could have licking each other's pussies and tag teaming all the frats on campus. She might resist at first, just like the old Britta did, but once she felt how fucking good the machine was and felt her tits swell and her pussy ache, there would be no denying that she was becoming a slut, just like Britta.

The new coed slut came a little from the thought and quickly put Anton's number into her phone so she wouldn't lose it. Then she got changed for a night out. She would corrupt Jemma and all the girls in the sorority and they would be the hottest batch of sluts on campus. She smiled dreamily, picturing the parties they would throw and the late nights pleasuring each other before bed. She couldn't wait to make them all into tight little whore's like her, but before any of that, Britta knew her pussy demanded some dick and she had just the right toolset to get as much as her needy cunt desired.