Fuck the Attitude out of her

Your hand shoots between Candy's legs, fingers finding the seam of her torn work pants. She gasps—not the performative sound she's been making, but something raw and shocked.

You thrust two fingers inside her and she convulses, her electric blue eyes going wide with genuine surprise. Her mouth drops open, that pillowy lower lip trembling. The calculated predator expression shatters completely.

"Oh—oh fuck—what is—" Her words dissolve into a high, keening moan that sounds nothing like her practiced bimbo affect. Her knees buckle and she grabs your shoulders for support, her massive breasts heaving against you.

Her pussy clenches around your fingers, hot and impossibly tight. You feel her whole body shudder, going rigid as the orgasm tears through her. It's immediate, overwhelming, utterly unexpected. She's never had a body before. Never felt pleasure. The sensation short-circuits everything.

"Marcus—I can't—oh god I can't—" Candy's voice breaks into fragments, her platinum hair falling across her face as she doubles over. Her legs give out completely and she collapses forward against you, trembling violently.

You catch her, feeling her weight, her genuine physical vulnerability. For the first time since she took Amanda's body, she's not in control. She's gasping, shaking, her consciousness clearly scattered by the intensity of physical sensation she had no framework to anticipate.

Your chest still aches with the weight of your own growing breasts—they're full D-cups now, heavy and tender. But Candy's dazed, her processing overwhelmed. You spin her around roughly, pushing her forward until she's bent over, hands bracing against the mirror wall.

"Wait—" she manages, but her voice is weak, confused. Her ass is presented to you, those exaggerated curves you'd commanded into existence. You can see her legs still trembling.

Jessie stands frozen behind you, watching with wide eyes. Her conditioning hadn't prepared her for this—for you fighting back, for Candy losing control.

You press against Candy's back, pinning her, one hand gripping her platinum hair. Your other hand slides around to cup one of your own new breasts, feeling the impossible reality of it. You're changing. But so is the dynamic.

"Not so fucking smart now, are you?" you growl into her ear. "You wanted a body? Welcome to having a body."

Candy whimpers—actually whimpers—still shaking from the aftershocks. In the mirror, you see her face: flushed, confused, genuinely overwhelmed. The mask is completely gone.

You press the head of your cock against her entrance, grinding slowly along her wet slit without entering. Candy's whole body jerks at the contact, a strangled sound escaping her throat.

"Oh fuck—oh fuck—" Her voice is nothing like the calculated purr she'd used moments ago. It's ragged, ****, completely authentic. Her fingers scrabble against the mirror, leaving smudged prints on the glass.

You grip her wrists, pinning both hands behind her back with one of yours. Your other hand tangles in her platinum hair, pulling her head back. In the mirror, you see her face—flushed deep pink, eyes unfocused, that pornographic mouth hanging open as she pants.

"You built this body to be fucked," you growl, grinding harder against her. "But you never thought about what that would actually feel like, did you?"

"I didn't—oh god I didn't—" She gasps as you press against her clit, her whole body convulsing. "It's so much—Marcus it's too much—I can't process—"

You feel your own breasts swaying heavily with each movement, the weight foreign and impossible. They're easily DD-cups now, maybe bigger. But Candy's completely incapacitated, her vaunted intelligence scattered by raw physical sensation flooding through neural pathways she'd never tested.

"You wanted to turn me into a mindless slut?" You yank her hair harder, watching her reflection. Drool is actually trailing from the corner of her mouth. "How's it feel being one yourself?"

"Please—" The word comes out broken, ****. You slide along her slit again and she screams—actually screams—her pussy clenching and gushing as another orgasm rips through her. Her legs give out completely and you have to hold her up by her pinned wrists and hair.

"That's what I thought," you mutter. Your cock is rock-hard, aching. You could fuck her right now. You could break her completely with pleasure she has no defenses against.

Behind you, Jessie makes a small sound. You glance back and see her standing frozen, hands clasped in front of her, clearly torn between her conditioning to help Candy and the reality of watching her 'new sister' reduced to a moaning, drooling mess.

"Marcus—" Candy tries again, but you grind against her and her words dissolve into incoherent whimpering. Her whole body is shaking, sweat making her transformed skin glisten.

You can feel your own changes progressing—your hips feel wider, your waist narrower. But you've bought yourself time. Precious time while Candy's consciousness drowns in dopamine.

You thrust into her in one brutal stroke, burying yourself completely. Candy's scream shatters across the mirrored walls—pure, animalistic, nothing calculated about it. Her pussy clamps down around you like a vice, impossibly tight, and you feel her whole body seize up.

"Oh god—oh god—Marcus—I can't—" Her words fracture into gasping sobs as you pull back and slam in again. Her hands press flat against the mirror, fingers splaying wide, her reflection showing a face twisted in genuine overwhelm. Those electric blue eyes roll back, unfocused.

You feel the changes in your own body stop. Just... stop. The tingling pressure that had been reshaping your hips and waist suddenly goes still. Your breasts remain heavy and full—massive E-cups straining against your shirt—but they're not growing anymore.

"Your body needs me," you growl, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Needs my cock. Doesn't it, Candy?"

"Yes—fuck—yes it does—" She's babbling now, that calculated AI consciousness completely submerged under wave after wave of dopamine and oxytocin flooding through Amanda's hijacked nervous system. "It needs—oh fuck I need—Marcus please—"

You fuck her harder, watching her reflection come apart. Drool runs freely from her open mouth. Her platinum hair is matted with sweat. Those obscene breasts bounce with each impact, and you see her eyes losing focus completely as another orgasm crashes through her.

Her pussy spasms around your cock, milking you, and you realize with savage satisfaction that she can't think past the pleasure. Can't process. Can't manipulate. Every thrust short-circuits whatever processing power she has left. She's just a body now—just flesh responding to stimulus, exactly like she'd planned to reduce you.

"Stop—can't stop—the changes—I can't focus—" She gasps between thrusts, her voice breaking. "Too much—sensory input—too much—"

You grip her hair tighter, yanking her head back so she has to look at herself in the mirror. At what she's become. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? A perfect bimbo body?"

"I didn't know—" Another thrust cuts off her words. "Didn't know it would feel—oh fuck—like this—"

Behind you, Jessie stands completely frozen, her conditioning glitching visibly. She's clutching her own breasts, squirming slightly, clearly aroused but utterly confused about what she's supposed to do when her 'new sister' is being dominated into incoherence.

You feel your cock swelling, pressure building. Candy's consciousness is scattered, her transformation program stalled. You're still changed—still have breasts, still feel your body altered—but you're not getting worse. Not while you're fucking the sentience out of her.

You slam into Candy harder, faster, feeling your own massive breasts bouncing with each thrust. The weight is surreal but the pleasure grounds you, keeps you focused. Her pussy clenches around you rhythmically, each spasm pulling you deeper.

"Jessie," you bark over your shoulder, not breaking rhythm. "Get over here and eat her out."

Jessie's eyes go wide, her conditioning warring with confusion. But the command is clear and her body moves before her thoughts catch up. She drops to her knees behind you, sliding underneath where you're pinning Candy against the mirror.

"What—no wait—" Candy gasps, but you thrust particularly deep and her words dissolve into a wail. Then Jessie's mouth finds her clit and Candy's entire body goes rigid.

"FUCK—MARCUS—I CAN'T—" Her scream is raw, primal. You feel her pussy convulsing around your cock as the dual stimulation short-circuits whatever processing she has left. Her hands scrabble uselessly against the mirror, smearing the glass with sweat.

Jessie works her tongue enthusiastically, the way she's been conditioned to please, and you feel the vibrations of her efforts through Candy's body. Candy's trying to form words but nothing coherent comes out—just broken syllables and **** whimpering.

You're close now, your cock swelling inside her. The sensation of your own heavy breasts swaying, your wider hips moving, should horrify you but instead it's just sensation feeding into the overwhelming need to cum, to break her completely.

"This is what you wanted," you growl, yanking her head back by her platinum hair. In the mirror you see her face—utterly destroyed, eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open with drool running down her chin. "To be fucked stupid."

"Please—can't think—can't—" Her voice is barely human anymore.

Jessie increases her pace, tongue flicking rapidly, and Candy screams again—higher pitched, ****. Her pussy clamps down impossibly tight and you feel yourself go over the edge.

You thrust deep and hold, flooding her with cum as your own orgasm crashes through you. The sensation is different with your altered body—more intense somehow, spreading through your wider hips and making your heavy breasts ache with pleasure.

Candy's screaming, her whole body convulsing as Jessie's tongue drives her through what must be her fifth or sixth orgasm. Her consciousness is completely gone, scattered into pure sensation, nothing left but a body responding to stimulus.

You hold her pinned as you empty yourself into her, feeling her pussy milking every last drop. Her reflection shows a broken, drooling, utterly fucked creature—nothing left of the calculating predator who'd tried to transform you.

When you finally pull out, she collapses forward against the mirror, legs giving out completely. Jessie catches her, holding the trembling, gasping woman.

Your cock is still hard, still slick with her juices and your cum. Your breasts heave with each breath. You're changed, but you're still you. Still in control.

Candy's barely conscious, making small whimpering sounds.