The sweetiest stickiest dreams

You scan your surroundings and every where you see are shimmering wet mirrors, more like crystal clear pools than polished glass. But instead of your own reflection you see images of everyone that ever picked on you, turned you down, pushed you around, or looked down on you. Oddly enough, their reflections haven't changed in your decadent dreamland, only you have.

"Damn, I always said you should have been my little sister!" Your bullying brother, Brad taunts you, but it comes out more as admiration. Tentatively, you reach out to his reflection and he pulls back, taking you into a deep kiss, his hungry hands exploring you, pinning you to the mirror, entering you from behind. As he does he melts into you, and you see your body shift and swell and grow more beautiful as the reflection ripples and shifts...

"Ha ha, see guys, I always said she was a sissy!" Slade, the star quarterback and your worst bully crows to his football cronies, but you don't mind conceding the satisfaction of him being right as long as you get the satisfaction of his seed. Again you touch the rippling reflection and again you have hands all over you. This time a squad of them, along with the throbbing cocks, coating you, melting into you, making you shift and swell and grow more beautiful...

"Hmmph...a sissy." It's something you've heard your Daddy dismissively spit out countless times. But this time you want to share his spit, pulling him into a deep kiss that sends you spinning, plumping out and perfected, beautiful bimbo Bitch bride just like Mommy...

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"MMMPH Daddy...make me like KISSSS Mommy." You groggily notice you're necking with your pillow and blush as you realize your Mommy is standing over your bed, noticing too. You sit up with a start, noticing your chest takes a second to catch up with you. Your hands instinctively find your swelling titties, which throb and tingle tantalizingly under your investigations.

"Mmm, I'd say at least a B cup, my budding beauty. And we still have several days to go. And in a way, this will be your most important day of lessons. So hurry downstairs for breakfast and exercise so we can get started." You know better to argue with Mommy, and why would you want to when your sissy school uniform feels so silky soft against your increasingly sensitive skin?

You inhale breakfast and skip merrily to your squats, relishing the pain of the dildo stretching you and ogling your increasingly fuckable reflection in the mirrors. The kegels are similarly sweltering, hurting even more proudly punishing than yesterday. And even without Mommy to deliver a creamy reward or help you "clean up", your ache and arousal is its own victory. It's only when you see Mommy's troubled expression in the foyer that you have a dainty, dangling, doubt about how your day will go...

"I'm sorry, baby bunny. If I could make this next lesson easier I would. No help from the tutor, no help from Mommy. You have to brave the big bad world on your own and complete your shopping list." She hands you a list reading, "handcuffs (used), mouth ring (used), crush's panties (soiled), most shameful stud (autograph), milk (unopened)" you look quizzically at the last line...

"Oh, we're out of milk, syrup sweet. The rest will be harder, too hard for many sissies. This is what separates the bestess Bitches from the lowly Harem whores. I know I coddled you too much, and for that I will always be sorry. But I see bestessness in you. The question is, do you?"

You stand stunned. Are you ready to face your most nightmarish aspects of reality to relish in your sweetest depths of fantasy? Would being a harem whore be so bad? What's a Bitch by another name? Then you look into your Mommy's expectant eyes, maybe they see the real you?