Lavender

You walk into your apartment, exhausted from another long shift at the office, your mind still buzzing with lines of code and neural nets. The air conditioning provides a welcome respite from the sweltering summer heat that clings to your skin. As you stretch your arms overhead, you notice a strange package sitting by your front door. Curious, you walk over and pick it up, turning it over in your hands.

The shipping label reads "Replacement Air Filter." Odd, you think to yourself. The apartment complex usually sends just the standard cardboard ones. This one looks...different. It has a soft, velvety lavender casing instead of the usual bland cardboard box. You shrug and grab a new air filter, tossing the dirty old one in the trash. It was overdue for a change anyway.

Plopping down on the couch, you fire up TikTok, allowing the endless stream of videos to wash over you. Beautiful women in skimpy bikinis dance and prance for the camera, their perky breasts and juicy asses jiggling with each movement. After a while, you head to the bathroom, your cock already half-hard, straining against your underwear.

Stepping into the scalding hot shower spray, you start to stroke yourself absentmindedly, imagining one of the TikTok girls going down on you. In your mind, she's on her knees, huge tits bobbing as she slurps and slurps on your dick. As you think about the scene, your whole apartment suddenly smells like fresh lavender. The scent is so strong, you feel your mind seems to be conjuring up the fantasy scene playing in your head. You're kneeling in front of her cock, slurping it eagerly as she kneels in front of someone else's penis. You try to shake the random gay glory hole scene from your mind but it keeps playing over and over.

You go to bed, tossing and turning as your mind replays the blowjob scenario. You wake up with a start, covered in cum, your massive new tits and pussy aching for attention. You sit up in confusion, looking down at your body in shock. Your hands roam over the unfamiliar curves of your breasts, the way the dusky nipples stiffen under your touch. Down between your legs, you feel slick wetness, your cunt clenching around nothing.

Panic rising in your throat, you stumble out of bed and stagger to the bathroom. In the mirror, the reflection of a busty, pretty woman stares back at you. You try to remember the last thing in your mind, the strange dream, the lavender. And then it hits you - the air filter. Somehow, it must have altered your body, your mind. But why? A wave of arousal washes over you and you slide a hand down to your needy pussy, shuddering as you imagine a big, thick cock splitting you open.

Over the next few days, you find yourself drawn to the internet, clicking through videos of girls sucking dick after dick. You can't understand it, but your body craves it, a constant ache between your legs begging to be filled. Finally, you can't take it anymore. In a daze, you log onto a dating site and start messaging men, arranging to meet at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town.

As you lie on the stained bedspread, a knock sounds at the door. Your heart pounds as you hear the men enter, their eyes roaming over your curvy figure clad in a skimpy purple bikini. One grabs your hair, roughly forcing you down on his cock. The other lifts your ass, lining up his dick with your dripping slit. And as they use your holes like fleshlights, you realize this is what you're meant to be - a set of wet, eager holes for men to fuck. Sucking and slurping, bouncing on cocks, the musky scent of lavender always there in the background as your mind submits utterly to your new purpose.

In the end, you understand that fateful night changed you in ways you never could have imagined. The men leave, but you know they'll be back, and you'll have more cock-hungry dickgirls waiting to gorge themselves on meat. Because now, that's all that matters - the endless, depraved blowjob loop playing eternity in your head.