Go fuck yourself

Ethan sat hunched at the edge of the bed, his cock half-hard, sweat slick on his chest. The room smelled like stale clothes, empty soda cans, and his own nerves. Across from him, Mystique prowled like a predator, her naked blue body shimmering under the desk lamp. Up close her skin looked like scales, reptilian and strange, but the way her tits swayed heavy on her chest and her hips rolled with each step left no doubt: she was built to tempt.

She brushed her clawed fingers along his games, his laundry, his mess — then turned on him, yellow eyes gleaming.

“Pathetic.”

The word cut the air like glass.

Ethan blinked, his throat dry. “I… I thought you wanted to— to fuck me.” His voice cracked.

Mystique grinned wide, cruel. “Oh, I do. I want to ride you until you cry. But look at this.” She gestured around the room. “Skinny virgin. Sticky hands. A cock twitching just because I’m standing here. Do you really think you’re worth it?”

He stared at the floor, shame boiling. “…No.”

Her laugh was deep and sharp. “See? That’s why you’ll never be more than a toy. If you’d said yes, if you had an ounce of confidence, I’d have given you every fantasy. But now?” Her eyes lit with malice. “Now I choose. And if you can keep that pathetic little dick hard, I’ll fuck you.”

Ethan’s cock jumped despite himself. He nodded. “I’ll do it.”

Mystique shimmered. Her curves collapsed, skin sagging. Her tits stretched into fat, pendulous slabs with dark, hairy nipples. Her stomach ballooned over her thighs, rolls swallowing her waist. She was grotesquely obese, her breath wheezing, sweat shining in folds.

She crawled onto him, crushing weight pinning him as she **** his cock inside her. The heat was suffocating, her pussy sloppy and stinking, wet in a way that made him gag. His thin body sank into the mattress under her.

“Ughh, yes,” she moaned, bouncing her mountains of flesh. “Look at you. Hard for me anyway. You’ll fuck anything.”

Ethan’s cock throbbed, his stomach churning. The stench of sweat and pussy juice clung to him, but he didn’t go soft.

Mystique laughed and shifted again, her body rippling. Fat melted away until she was stick-thin, bones jutting, breasts nothing but sagging skin with cracked, dark nipples. Her face was riddled with sores, lips split, teeth yellow. Her pussy felt different now — dry, almost abrasive, dragging on his cock like sandpaper.

Ethan hissed in pain, trying to thrust but barely able to keep the rhythm. His cock felt raw, rubbed the wrong way, but still he stayed hard.

“Pathetic,” she spat, riding him harder. “Even when it hurts, you don’t stop. You’re too ****.”

Her body shimmered again. She was suddenly ancient, wrinkled skin hanging like curtains, sagging tits down to her belly, wiry hairs sprouting from her chin and nipples. She smelled of musk and age, her skin papery under his hands. Sliding into her felt loose, wide, his cock barely brushing the walls.

Ethan groaned in despair. His glasses slipped down his nose as she bounced on him, her bony hips grinding into his thighs. He could feel nothing but emptiness, his cock lost inside her.

Mystique grinned, cruel and endless. “Still hard,” she taunted. “Still fucking me. Doesn’t matter what I turn into. You’re mine.”

For a flash she changed again, Jennifer Lawrence, auburn hair spilling over perfect tits, her pussy gripping his cock snug and warm. Ethan gasped, hips jerking, cum already threatening.

“Yes,” he groaned.

But just as his orgasm built, her body shifted one last time.

He froze.

It was him.

His own thin chest, his own bony hips, his cock bouncing against his stomach as his mirror image rode him. The pussy was gone, instead, he felt himself being **** inside his own ass, the tightness unbearable, sharp, wrong.

Ethan cried out in horror. “No—!”

Mystique’s voice came from his own mouth now, his own sneer. “Yes. Look at you. You’re fucking yourself. Pathetic little nerd, pumping your load into your own ass.”

Ethan’s body betrayed him. His cock throbbed, his hips bucking wildly against the reflection, his face burning red with shame as he pounded himself. He couldn’t stop.

And then he came, violently, cock spasming, hot cum spilling into the impossible copy of himself, filling his own ass in a nightmare loop of pleasure and disgust.

He collapsed, glasses askew, chest heaving, his body shaking like he was broken.

Mystique slid off, her skin rippling back to blue, tits full and perfect again. She sucked his cum from her fingers with a smirk.

“You’ll never forget this,” she hissed, eyes glowing. “Pathetic. Easy to break. You chose me, Ethan and I’m evil. What did you expect? That I’d be kind?”

Ethan lay flat, cock shrivelled and aching, hate and lust twisting inside him. He wanted to crawl away, but he couldn’t move.

Mystique leaned close, her scaly lips brushing his ear. “Lesson learned: beauty is just a trick. And you… you’ll take anything if it means you get to cum.”

She laughed, cruel and endless, and vanished in a shimmer of light.

Ethan stared at the ceiling, drained, humiliated, relieved it was over — but knowing she was right.

He’d chosen wrong. And he’d paid the price.