Disobedience goes punished

"I've always wanted a motor like this.".

This is what you find yourself to think right a second before the most intense orgasm of yer life. It's a feature of yourself you recently found oot: right on the verge of maximal pleasure, your mind wanders on an insignificant detail, like a philosophical concept or some characteristic of the environment around you, just to be abruptly taken back a moment later, magnifying its feeling. Which is, in yer opinion, a major perk o' this body, alongside its astonishing MILF curves and its high sensitivity.

Well, back tae the orgasm.

-OOOOOHHHHHH!!! Oh fuck, you're, uff, you're guid mate!- You moan, lying for a moment on the bonnet. The man, some stud named... Big Cock? No, that's not the name. Still, you'll save his contact as Big Cock for sure. Wait, now that ye mind it's already occupied. Big Cock Nice Car? That should work. However, BCNC zips up his troosers and checks again that nobody has seen ye, but ye doubt that anyone dares tae set foot in a private garden like this yin. Big Cock Nice Garden.

-So, can we consider the contract between our companies signed?- He asks. You blink your eyes, falling for a second from the sky.

-Oh, richt, the contract. Aye, sealed and dealt. By the way, here's my number.- You hand him your business card: "Sally McBride - Gately and co.", wi' a lipstick smack on the number. He holds it skeptically, still incredulous that someone like you has reached the tap of the company starting as a simple secretary.

"What can I say, I'm very guid at making new friends.".

In any case, you do not feel the slightest offense by his low opinion. Neither by the fact that he puts away the ticket with the air of someone who wants to get rid of a one-night stand. He's too well-endowed to even be annoyed at him! And tae think the original Sally was a lesbian tomboy! Hah!

Not that lassies don't feel good too.

-You have to go now.- He announces, fixing back his shirt: -My wife is coming back.-.

-Uh! Your wife? Ye ken, I'm open tae a threesome if ye agree!- You get another weird look and shrug your shoulders.

-Just for saying.-.

You then go out and begin to walk back home.

-Oh no, I'm a puir helpless woman all alone!- You dramatically exclaim: -Let's not hope some brute grip me and harass me! I totally dinnae ken how to defend myself!-.

Ye turn the angle, almost expecting a knife tae yer throat and for some black guy (ye're no racist, it's just until noo ye've only fucked white men; wait, maybe taking the count is itself racist) wi' bad intentions.

Instead, ye see a familiar figure on the other side o' the road.

"That's Cindy!".

-Hi!!!- You wave your hand. She looks around and notices you.

-Hey Cindy, it's me! Uh?- Ye see terror painting on her face. She spins around and runs away, as if she has just seen a ghost. Ye scratch yer head in confusion.

"Have I lost my touch?".

---

You throw yourself on the mattress, uncaring that you are still dripping after a shower. You needed one after having done that. You feel tired, really really tired. Happy, for sure; but also with a disturbing sense of guilt.

If you rethink about it, about your enthusiasm during sex and your decision to forget all your scruples, you feel like you had tremendously wronged your family.

"Why so? They are the ones who always want it. I'm not forcing them or anything. They're not in danger." Yet that sensation still persists. You decide to shake it off a bit and look at your phone. Some notifications, a couple of messages about today's lessons. William has texted you about going out tonight, but you decline. You know it's his way to test the ground, and that you're giving him some reason to be suspicious. But you don't feel like doing anything right now.

Strange enough, Jeremy is silent. His last login is still this morning. Has any emergency occurred? You call him, preparing a customary phrase like, "Hey, I wanted to know how your mother is doing". The phone rings until it goes to voice-mail.

Good. Now you're fully depressed. Must be the unbalance of hormones of the post-coitus. Being males sucks sometimes.

You grab your controller and decide to play a bit. Maybe shooting some noob will do you good.

---

Obviously, Tina is putting all her eggs in compassion. She's ruefully sitting on the sofa with her eyes down, her hands on the stomach and her shoulders tight.

Well, it doesn't work with you. You're furious, you barely control your anger. You've asked her one thing. Just. One. Thing.

And instead, when you get home, you find her with your aspect being fucked by your original body; and worst, she was making you look and sound like a cheap slut!!!

Your mother sighs and puts her hands on her hips. She looks embittered.

-So, Tina, what do you have to say?-.

-I'm sorry.- She whispers in a trembling voice. Tsch! Her poor attempt is revolting!

-It was an accident, really. I just forgot to go back to myself when I left my room.-.

-And why were you me in the first place?- You burst out, not worried about being heard from Tom upstairs. He will be watching porn or something similar.

-I... it's just... y-your body feels good and so...-.

You throw your arms in the air and turn around. Unbelievable! She is practically admitting that she does it every time she's alone!

-Tina, we had some rules.- Your mother quietly explains.

-Your sister is overreacting a bit, but you do understand that you did wrong, don't you?-.

-Yes, I do. And I'm sorry.- You hear that she's turned to you, but you keep showing her your back in disgust.

-That's important Tina.- Your mom says instead: -But I have to punish you the same. You've both broken the rules.-.

"Right, she must... wait repeat???".

-What the fuck?- You spin around, facing your serious mother. She crosses her arms under her plump bosom.

-Honey, you've transformed into me too, without asking or warning.-.

-Are you serious? What was I supposed to do? I had to stop her somehow, right?-.

-Yes, you're right.- She answers in an annoyingly calm tone.

-But you should have at least texted me before. Imagine if I came home and showed up: wouldn't it have been the same?-.

You are so incredulous that you cannot speak. What the hell, is she kidding you?

-It was one thing if you had turned into Tina; but instead you've been as rash as her, and so you took a big risk for all of us.-.

-This is absurd! You don't even care if we turn into you! And do you think I've enjoyed becoming an old hag?- An insult won't help you, but you don't care.

-That's not the point, and you know it. Sure, your transgression is more justifiable than hers, but you'll still have to take some consequences.-.

You're really speechless. You act like an exasperated woman, you spread your arms, you look at the ceiling, you grumble; then, when you cross your eyes with Tina's, you feel rage taking over.

-This is all your fault! You've convinced her, didn't you?-.

-No, I swear!- The bitch is lying, she's just a good actress. Damn! She did all of this just to make you sink with her! She knew you'd never get caught, and so she has set a trap!

"Fuck! I shouldn't have gone out today! And it has been a waste of time too!".

---

-OHH!!!- Helen screams with the utmost voice as his son is **** into ravishing her cunt. You cross your legs one on the other, taking a deep sigh.

-So, Jeremy, are you totally sure you have nothing to do with the windows of my car?- You repeat once again. From him come only groans and imprecations, and then a tired affirmative answer. Well, you actually didn't need to ask him twice, but better be sure.

-I see. Well, that was worth a try.- You get up and pat and dust your skirt. You admire your work for another pair of minutes, hoping it will at least distract you a bit.

-You can stop now.- Jeremy interrupts his pumping and his mother falls to the side, still a blissful expression on her face.

-Go back to whatever you were doing and forget about this event.- You order. The boy stands up and walks to his room, where he locks himself in. When you arrived and regained control of his mother, she informed you that he has not left his room all day. Not that it made a difference with your powers. There's just this annoying voice that tells you that he has suffered enough.

But, until you find your new culprit, you have to take it out on someone, or you'll go crazy. Whatever. You exit the house and drive back home, and right when you're about to dismount the vehicle you take a glimpse of something impossible.

"Was that me entering with Tom?".

---

-That's... that's not fair!- You exclaim, cursing everyone that comes into mind.

-Mom...- Tina murmurs. Here, now she will try to get you into even more trouble. Viper.

-She's right, it's all my fault. Don't punish her too, please.-.

"What?" You check she's not fooling you, but she seems serious.

-Kim, you're right to be mad at me. I know how much your form is important for you. I'm... I'm sorry.-.

...

Ugh! Now she has also taken away the enjoyment of seeing her suffer!

-Well, I can't say I don't understand why you've chosen me out of everyone. I mean, I'm the most obvious choice. But that's not mean I'll forgive you or anything like that!-.

-Girls.- Your mother calls for your attention again.

-Listen, your father is about to arrive. I will consider this latest dialogue and I'll announce your punishment tomorrow. I think you have deserved a day of preparation.- She sketches a smile and then walks to the kitchen. You knew it was a bad idea to let her the command.

-Sis, wait...- But you don't want to wait at all, so you turn around and march to your room. You lie down on the bed, covering your eyes with your arm.

"...".

You concentrate a little. Your hair becomes straight and dyed blonde, your boobs inflate of one size, and your physiognomy changes a little. You sit up in front of the mirror.

-Bah.-.

---

-Oww!!! Oh God!!!- You whine while peeking over your shoulder.

The man behind you increases his pushes. Your fingers clutch the cot as you release a stronger moan.

-Look at yourself.- The False Kim mocks, sitting leg-crossed on the chair.

-Do you remember at least why you're here?-.

"I... I do... ahh~~".

-Who is this guy?- She asks.

You look at him again. Teeth-greeted, red in the face, his hands squeezing your body; you've never seen him like this, but you surely know him.

-My... my psychologist...-.

-Shut up bitch!- He scolds you and spanks your butt. The cry you utter next is not just of pain.

-And do people dress like hoes for their psychologist? Hm?-.

He turns you upside down, so your lewd form is exposed to anyone who opens the door.

She's right. The corset you're wearing and your fishnet stockings are nothing like something anyone would take for a therapy session.

-N-No...-.

-Shut up!- Another spank, on your hip this time, and you scream louder.

-Ah! I'm, I'm sorry!-.

-Oh, sure you are.- "Kim" gets up and walks next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He keeps going like nothing has happened.

-Not for that, of course. You like it, don't you? Being treated like a sow. A dog. This is why you were coming here, until yesterday, to heal from this. But instead now you're taking his cock in your pussy. What has changed, Cindy?-.

-I... I...-.

-Don't talk, stupid whore!- He slaps you in the face, leaving a pulsing mark. But she's right: the fear, the pain, the humiliation, you're addicted to them. You want to feel them, again and again. The fact that you're forcing this innocent father of twos into screwing his client is grieving you not for its wickedness, but because you're not the one who is undergoing it. Because you're sorry, you're genuinely sorry you're not the one spoiled of her freedom.

"Kim" was right, back in the car. You're worst than her. You're a sick, perverse girl, a waste of mankind. So abject that you deserve nothing. You're even betraying the trust of your best friend, maybe your only friend: and she's not just that, she's an extension of you and vice-versa, thanks to your, or to better say Tom's, power. And you're deceiving her for what, for who? For some girl you barely know! As if she could ever love you! Such a cruel, such an egoistic person! A twisted, viscid creeper! You should, you need to be punished for this!!!

-AHHH!!!!- His penis fills you with its load and you orgasm with tears to your eyes. While your mind is still spacing out, you clearly hear "Kim"'s voice in your head.

-Yes, you are the lowest. But deep down, you want to be better. That's why you need me. That's why you will do what I tell you, finally.-.

You're panting, you feel break up. She's right. You don't want this for yourself, you want to be normal, to feel like other girls, to be punished for your greed, no, no, you want only to be sane for once in your life. To take Maria. Yes. It's the only way. It will be easy. Quick. She'll even thank you, after. With what hypocrisy can you take her away from what has been given to you? You don't want to be a canter, that's not what a sane person would be. So, you must possess Maria.

With this thought, you morph back your normal clothes and move to the door. But then you turn around one last time and see your psychologist standing like dazed, a blank expression on his middle-aged face. He's a good man. Always kind with you, always patient. Nothing like the beast you've made him become. He didn't deserve what you've done to him! His sons, his wife, they don't deserve it too! That's so wrong! What you've just done is horrible! Oh God, it's monstrous!

You look at "Kim", who is rapidly melting. You step on her and put your hand on his mouth, retracting the spit of goo from his body. You catch him before he collapses, sitting him down on his chair.

"And what I'm doing to Maria is even worst! She's been nice with me from the first moment, and I... oh no, no no, how could I even think about that?! Why do I want to hurt the people I love?!".

You leave with your tail between your legs, avoiding the gaze of anyone you meet on the way. The fresh air outside does not help you regain control of your thoughts, which are speeding from the sense of guilt, the horror, and the blighted arousal that is still warming your guts.

"At least her! I must protect at least her! I must, I must...".

-Hi!!!- Across the street appears a woman you don't initially recognize. But then a familiar tingling wakes you up.

-Hey Cindy, it's me!-.

You open wide your eyes in terror. You know her. You run away, even if it's the worst reaction you could have, but you have to put a distance from her, as if your life depends on it.

"She knows!!! She has sent her to check on me!!! She knows everything!!!".

"No, no, I-I can't say that, maybe it's just a coincidence!" But what if it isn't? Have you just proved to her your guilt, did you just sign Maria's **** warrant? What to do? How can you save her now??

You stop your track. There is a solution. There is only one solution.

"I have to find someone else. Someone must take her place. And I have to find her now.".