Taking some liberties

"Now, lets make this a bit easier on me," Max said and lifted an index finger. "One suggestion, every time you hear me say Big Black Cock, your body wants to climax. What do you feel when I say... Big Black Cock?"

A pulse goes through your body as you feel your inner muscles throb, giving you the vague feeling of a premature ejaculation. "Hey, that's not fair," you say in a soft voice, realizing you must have taken the former suggestion to heart as you can't find it in you to get angry at him. You realize you need to mentally denounce the suggestion to keep it from growing deeper into your body, so you begin repeating a mantra that hearing the words.... Max said, doesn't make you want to climax.

"We can undo it later, if you're keep being nice," Max said with a smirk. "It might be a bit cringe to have you jizz in your pants though. So, a suggestion: Why don't you turn into a cute mid twenties female version of yourself, school quirks and all? One that loves Big Black Cock?"

Another pulse, a bit stronger as you glance down at yourself, feeling your skin crawl and growing softer. Shit! You try to denounce the last suggestion and you feel the crawling sensation slowing down a little. But, not stopping completely. Every time you try to denounce that one, you feel memories of the words Big Black Cock creeping into your teenage memories. You never really needed to masturbate, you could just listen to a recording of Max saying Big Black Cock and you'd be edging in no time.

"Shit, this is hard!" You say in a whine and a nervous laugh. Was your voice higher?

"I'm guessing it's harder when you got multiple suggestions to try and keep in check," Max said and chuckled as he crossed his legs. "I'd probably surrender to the latest suggestion and try to keep the first one under control if I were you. You're going to lose to both from the looks of things right now," he said as he pointed at your legs.

You looked down and saw the jeans were falling apart, merging into a denim skirt. Then you noticed your dainty hands with long and nice nails on them, The skin on your thighs looked smooth and soft as well, and they were quickly gaining a bit of a curve, filling your newfound skirt. "Oh shit, fuck," you said as you felt hair tickling your neck, your legs beginning to lift off the floor as they seemed to shrink, along with the rest of your body.

He probably was right, if you could avoid getting the climax suggestion, you'd be able to last a lot longer. So you gave up on resisting the last suggestion and returned to the climaxing one.

"Big Black Cock not doing it for you?" Max asked, sending a pleasurable pulse through you, but not enough to cause any mishaps. You were beginning to feel aroused, however, but there didn't seem to be any erection popping up.

You opened your eyes and looked down at yourself, finding your t-shirt had morphed into a top. A striped cotton-mix top with long sleeves. And beneath it a pair of full tits had popped into existence. You rubbed your legs together and felt no underwear, but you felt a moisture and a unfamiliar heat and need.

"Looking good, Alex," Max said as he pulled out his phone and turned on the selfie mode for you to see. You got up from your chair and adjusted your skirt, which was ridiculously short.

Just the way you liked it. Wait, what? Memories of you dressing slutty begin trickling into your head, along with more lewd memories. You've been a naughty girl at this school for years. you went out and did some higher education, enough to become an assistant. But as soon as you had enough, you eagerly applied to an assistant job at your old school to re-live your wonderful years, seducing boys.

"I don't know if that was the right choice," You said to make conversation, the niceties still affecting your mind, now along with your new female form.

"For what it's worth, climaxing by hearing three words or turning into a school slut of your own design... neither were good choices," Max said with a giggle, getting up and walking around you to give your body a good look. New desires whispered into your head as you looked up at the suddenly much taller friend of yours. "Still, you probably got some more experience with Big Black Cock now than before?"

You blinked as you could remember joyful pastimes with various cocks.

Big Black ones as well as others, bringing a big sheepish smile to your big mouth and pert lips. "Yeah, wait, shit," you say as you shake your head, realizing the words was having a stronger effect on you. He'd distracted you from your mantra and you were feeling your heart racing and your body climbing towards something.

"Oh, are we getting close? What if I suggest that you drop the niceties and gain another suggestion causing you to climax when you hear the words... Big Black Cock."

You failed to **** a moan as a even harder throb of arousal filled you up, your pussy was puffing up between your thighs, growing wetter by the second. "Please don't... I'm your friend! We're your friends!" you said with a shaky voice through gritted teeth, your smile evaporated as you tried your best at not enjoying the words and not touching yourself.

But, there was no time limit. What could you do? You glanced at Jamie, Miss Dinbowl and the door, pondering your options.

(Images: Adriana Chechik)