It gets stuck in her mouth

-What's happen...hmmmm...

Before Laura could finish her sentence, the dildo suddenly flew out of her hand and entered her mouth, muffling her screams of protest. She got up in a hurry, her chair falling over, her hands trying to get it out, in vain. Her eyes wide in shock, she could only witness as her lips formed an O around the dildo, as the latter started moving forward and backwards in a sucking sound.

-Mmmph !

She wanted to call for help, but couldn't take the dildo off her mouth. She couldn't notice it yet, but her lips around the dildo were starting to swell, looking more and more like they had been filled with collagen, turning into true dick milkers. Her brown hair started getting brighter, blonde locks suddenly appeared, one by one, until she became completely blonde, her hair visibly dyed in a vulgar way. Her face covered with makeup. Way too much makeup. She couldn't see it yet, too busy with trying to stop sucking on this dildo that her hand was ramming repeatedly in the back of her throat. One in a while.

She tried to walk towards the door. Maybe she could get someone to help her, but instead, she saw her other hand grab another dildo in the box. She concentrated, trying to take back control on her limb, but she could only watch herself bring the sextoy under her skirt and shove it immediately in her pussy. The one in her mouth muffled her screams again, as she was now getting penetrated by the two objects.

Meanwhile, she heard someone ringing at the door.

-Mmmmh ! she moaned again, in a **** attempt to get someone's attention.

She could feel something happening to her body. The furniture of the room seemed to become bigger. She widened her eyes when she realized that it was her body that was becoming smaller. Meanwhile, her curves seemed to enlarge, as if her weight was now being distributed equally on a smaller body. Her boobs, already big, became even larger, just like her hips, ass. Her lips were done growing, her mouth transformed in an eternal duckface.

The rare wrinkles still visible under the makeup disappeared, as her face got slightly rounder, her gaze became more hazy, making her look less focused, less intelligent. She felt her teeth move, making her wince in pain, as she was still sucking on the dildo. A moment later, braces appeared where a straight range of teeth used to be a minute before.

Then, her too tight clothes changed too, turning into a skimpy outfit. Her skirt got even shorter, while her shirt turned into a tank top highlighting her massive boobs. She finally saw herself in the mirror and moaned in despair. What kind of body was that?

-Waff happewiing? hmmph! hmmph!

She was a teen again. Not just a teen, but a caricature of a horny bimbo brat, with a body that seemed designed to get her ass fucked in the toilets of the highschool. Slowly, she felt a strange sensation building in her body. The fear and pain slowly started to fade away, replaced by pleasure. Her body was starting to enjoy it. No ! She had to fight it. This wasn't her!

For a moment, it seemed like her eyes were playing tricks on her. The room around her was starting to change. The double bed she shared with Peter shrank, replaced by a smaller bed, for one person. The family pictures around her were suddenly replaced by stupid magazines and posters of Kim Kardashian or guys with great abs and pecs. In a couple second, her room looked like it belonged to a braindead bimbo. Like her.

-Hmmmm ! she moaned, tears on her face, as she could hear footsteps getting closer to her room.

The door finally opened, revealing Peter, with Camilla standing next to her.

Laura widened her eyes in surprise. Who was this woman? Why was she holding Peter's hand? And why was Peter looking at her like he had been in love with her for twenty years. Before she could ask anymore questions, her body got shaken by an orgasm so intense that she fell backwards, collapsing on her bed, were she kept writhing in pleasure, squirting all over the sheets.

-Jesus, Laura, what the hell is wrong with you? said Peter, disgusted.

-I told you, honey. Your daughter needs some help.

Camilla was holding back a smile with great difficulty. Knowing what was going on, she had arrived just in time to see Laura's final transformation. As soon as she had seen Peter, all she had needed to do were a couple of gestures in front of his face to brainwash him completely. Now he was convinced that he was married to her, and that Laura was one of his daughter, with a strong sex addiction that was a source of embarrassment for the whole family.

-Did you buy these dildos with my credit card again?

-Hmmm, Laura moaned.

She wanted to tell him what had happened, she wanted to beg him to help her, but she could no longer focus enough to even try to take the dildo out of her mouth. Even if she could, she would probably not be able to talk.

-I've got all the papers ready, said Camilla, carressing Peter's face. I know this Catholic school held by nuns on the other side of the country. She'll learn some good manners there.

-I wish it wouldn't have come to this, but you leave me ****, Laura, sighed Peter, before leaving.

-Hmmmph !

Laura wanted to cry, as she saw her ex-husband, now her disappointed father, leaving. Only Camilla remained, looking at her victim with an evil smile. Her magic devices had worked perfectly. She walked towards the masturbating teen and kneeled next to her.

-I know you're still in there, she whispered. Don't worry about Peter. I'll take good care of him. He'll experience pleasure few men can witness on this planet. You, on the other hand...

He chuckled, as another orgasm caused Laura's eyes to roll in their sockets, turning completely white.

-...on the other hand, you'll spend the rest of your life acting like a stupid slut, begging to get fucked by strangers. Those nuns won't like you, I'm afraid. And their punishments will only arouse you more. You'll be allowed to visit us a couple times a year, and I'll make sure you hear me fucking your ex-husband everytime. Deep down, you'll still be Laura. You'll hate every minute of your new life, as well as the person you've become, but you won't be able to do anything about it. How do you like it?

-Hmmm !

-Oops, sorry.

Camilla grabbed the dildo in Laura's mouth and finally took it out, a stream of saliva coming after it.

-Ugh...you're like...so annoying. You're like, not even my real mom.

Laura wanted to smash her head against the wall. She sounded like a complete airhead. But she could no longer control her body. Camilla was right. She was nothing but a passenger now.

-I'm not a kid anymore, I can fuck whoever I...ooooooh...

Camilla smiled, watching Laura come again. She had spent the past years hating this woman and her perfect life, and the sight of her, reduced to a horny brat, about to get kicked out of the house, was pleasing her more than anything.

-Goodbye Laura, she said, as the latter was still frantically ramming the dildo in her dripping cunt.

A moment later, Camilla had closed the door, leaving Laura's screams of ecstasy behind her. She saw Peter and grabbed his head between her hands, before giving him a long kiss.

-When did I go wrong?

-You did your best, honey. If your cunt ex-wife hadn't left you, maybe she would have turned out differently, but it's too late now.

She kissed him again, her slender hands carressing his chest. She silently wished for him to become more muscular, and smiled as she could feel his pecs get more solid. She was getting horny herself.

-Come with me, she said with a voice that wouldn't accept any protests. Your kids are failures, maybe it's time for you to make new ones with me.

-Yes, Peter said, his mind completely under Camilla's control.

The witch smiled. Years ago, this idiot had thought he could get rid of her. He was wrong, and he would have his whole life to understand it. They both left for their new room, Laura's moans of pleasure still echoing through the house.