Take the plus pill

Her smugness is grating but you can’t ignore the heat that’s building in your belly. As Bree, the power dynamics are dizzying. You swipe the pill from her hand and hold it up before you, contemplating your fate. You've felt more alive as Bree than you ever have before, and the thrill of the edge you're balancing on is exhilarating. And her fingers on your sex felt so good. Why would you not!?

You toss the pill into your mouth and swallow it without hesitation, feeling it slide down your throat. "I guess there's no going back now," you murmur, your voice a mix of resignation and excitement.

“No. Never…” you frown as you realise the car is getting bigger. No. You’re getting smaller. No wait. Your breasts are getting bigger and so is your ass. “Oh, I didn't tell you. It’s a mail order clone pill from south of the border. Some random mexican girl’s DNA. Puta!” Her hand still works between your legs but it feels ten times better.

"What was that pill?" It was hard to think. Her hand felt so good. Better than before! So much better than before!!! "Oh. Yeah. Fuck...

Ivy laughs. "It's a full DNA clone transformation pill. I hear they’re popular with the cartels, turning informants into whores. You're going to become a real girl now. The DNA is from some cheap whore from Tijuana. You’re going to have hug me tits and a big fat bubble ass like for the rest of your life. There’s some black market Bimbo pill in there…. Just a little bonus to ensure you're always dumb, easy and in the mood for whatever I want."

You stare at her in horror as your breasts balloon, your waist narrows, and your ass inflates like a beach ball. The fabric of your tank top stretches almost painfully as you transform into a curvy, voluptuous Latino woman. Your mind struggles to process what's happening, the bimbo pill shaving off IQ points by the second, but the pleasure between your legs is too intense to ignore.

"What have you done to me?" you moan, your voice now a sultry slutty purr.

Ivy's eyes gleam with excitement as she watches your transformation. "Exactly what you needed. Now, you'll never forget your place."

Your thoughts swirl with confusion and anger, but the sensations from your new body are too overwhelming to resist. You touch your swollen breasts, the sensation strange and alluring.

"Fuck..." you murmur, staring at your exaggeratedly feminine body. Your clit feels swollen and sensitive, and you realize with a jolt that your mind is now wired to constantly crave sex. You look at Ivy with a mix of fear and desire, her hand still working its magic.

"Now, slut," she says, her voice firm and commanding. "You're going to serve me. You're going to be my little toy, my personal whore. And you're going to love it."

You try to resist, to push her hand away, but your new body seems to have a mind of its own. You find yourself leaning into her touch, your back arching as a fresh wave of pleasure rolls over you. You hate the way your body responds to her, but you can't deny the thrill it gives you. You're a new Bree now, a creature of lust and submission, and it's a role you're apparently made for.

"Yes, Mistress," you whisper, the words slipping from your lips like a lover's sigh. You don't recognize the person speaking, but you can't fight the need to please I y. It's like you're under a spell.

Ivy's hand moves from your pussy to your throat, her grip firm but gentle as she squeezes, a reminder of who's in charge. "Good girl," she coos, her thumb tracing a line along your jaw.

The End