Waking up different

You have no memory of any dreams. You remember only a vague sense of pleasure and lust as you regain awareness.

'Where even am I? ...the fuck happened?'

Bits and pieces of memory begin to return. You're on the floor of an apartment, not yours. That's right, you had a hookup. This is her apartment. You're lying on the floor on the fur rug in the middle of the floor. The soft fur feels luxurious against your bare skin as you stretch out on it and realize suddenly that you're naked.

A sharp pain hammers in your head as you move to sit up. "Oooh, shit." you say in a decidedly feminine voice. It takes you a moment to even notice, but then you forget about your aching head and sit up in a flash. "What the hell?" You look down at yourself and sure enough, your strong pecs have become a pair of soft tits. Smaller than you usually like, just shy of a handful, but perky and shapely. A bit of steel catches your eye and you notice that your pretty little nipples are pierced, each with a simple barbell. Hot! But why?

An experimental prod at the piercing with your fingers sends a jolt through you, much more sensitive than expected. "Holy shit!" You tease one nipple gently, savoring the way it feels as it grows hard around the piercing. It's almost as sensitive as your cock, this is incredible!

'My cock!' You hadn't even thought to look lower down your body once those breasts came into view! Taking it in quickly now, you see a sexy flat stomach with some abs, which you've always had anyway, but the naval piercing is new. Lower still... and there's no cock. You quickly shove your hand between your legs to be sure and your fingers brush against yet another piercing. The lightning bolt of pleasure that leaps through your body makes you gasp in surprise.

You've just found your clit.

As you touch it again, and then some more, you moan softly, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through your entire body. Fuck, it feels amazing. You forget all about how or why this is happening, and lie back to enjoy yourself, your fingers finding new and interesting forms of pleasure as you explore your pierced flesh. The pleasure is so much more than you'd have expected. You purr shamelessly as you play with yourself, and become aware of the presence of something inside your mouth. You can't quite figure it out with just your tongue, so you stick two fingers of your free hand in your mouth to investigate, and discover yet another piercing. In instinct, as the fingers slip into your mouth, you close your lips around them and begin to suck and lick at them, still masturbating happily.

"Good lord." Someone says nearby, making you freeze in momentary shock. "Hey, I wouldn't get too carried away if I were you."

Sitting up and twisting to look around, you see it's the woman from the app. You never learned her real name, you just know her as SlutLife. "Hey! You! What the hell is this?" You lift a hand to your head as the throbbing returns. "Ugh, my head is killing me. What... What did you do?" Now that you've discovered the tongue bar in your mouth, you can't ignore it. It's very distracting. "You've made me into a—"

"A slut, apparently, although really, that's mostly just you being you." She sighs. "Look, I'll give you the short version before you get too stupid to understand it."

You open your mouth to complain but she cuts you off.

"I'm not exactly human. I was conjured by some of the women you've hurt. They sent me to deliver some much overdue karmic justice. But you are so gross that I couldn't even do what justice demands. Not entirely, anyway. It made me feel gross just manifesting that in my mind." She made a face and shuddered.

"So here's the deal. You are a woman now. Yes, entirely. And you're cursed, basically." She looks you directly in the eyes. "I couldn't do it myself, so I cursed you to do it to yourself."

You feel an ominous shiver at that. "That... what? That doesn't tell me anything! What do you mean cursed? Keep talking, woman."

She throws up her hands and sighs in exasperation. "Okay, look. You are still mostly you. For now. I laid the foundation and stopped there. So technically you have a chance to save yourself. But with every orgasm, either your own or that of someone touching you, you will change." She holds up her phone, showing you the chat conversation where you spilled all your deepest fantasies into your description of the perfect woman. "Into this."

Your mind reels. 'What? Orgasms will make me change?'

She flips her phone around and begins reading your messages out loud, sounding almost pleased with herself. "Hot. Horny. Dumb. Submissive to men. Huge tits."

You look down at your chest. At best you're a solid B cup right now, and wonder what a proper pair of big fuckable titties would feel like instead. "What kind of sick game is this? You bitch, change me back."

She just keeps reading. "Addicted to cock and cum. Knows her place in the man's world." She looks up at you. "A slut. A bitch." She stands up and walks closer to you, her tone of voice solemn and final. "A perfect, dumb, cocksleeve bimbo whore."

You swallow nervously, unable to deny anything. Yes, that was your fantasy. The perfect woman. Yes, you wrote it without a hint of shame. You look up at her without a word.

She raises her eyebrows at you. "I'm actually curious to see this happen to you. I didn't want to... design... this person myself, so the change will actually be directed by your own subconscious. So it's perfect really. Elegant. You get to be exactly what you want." She snatches her phone away again with a laugh.

"That's all. I've done my job, so I'm free to go. The effect will be strengthened by orgasms closer together, and weakened by orgasms spread apart, but once you succumb to a degree of change, you're not getting that back. And, unless you can find a way to cure yourself, this curse won't end until you are so totally bimbofied that even you can't imagine a better bimbo than you. And oh, by the way, in case you forgot: If you succumb completely, it's forever." She places the phone in your hands with a sharp laugh of amusement. "I decided to take this one literally."

You look down at the screen. A message is highlighted: "Should look 21 forever."

You furrow your eyebrows and look up, "Wait, like, forever? Like a vampire?"

But she's gone. You're alone. Alone, naked, and, perhaps most unsettling, you are very horny.

"Fuck..."