His next victim

He picks the one girl that was the meanest to him in high school which was Beth. Beth was a rich snobby, stuck up bitch. She was skinny cheerleader she used to make fun of Norman every chance she got.

After some planning Norman and Karen were going pick Beth up. He had been following her for couples weeks to to get her routine down. When he saw his chance Beth like to a local club every Friday night.

Norman’s plan was to send Karen in and have her to spike Beth’s drink. It worked Norman was waiting in a van in the back club when Karen came out with Beth hanging on to her shoulder. They got in the van and took off.

Back Norman’s lab Beth awakened to begin strapped to table of Norman’s machine she stripped of all of clothes except her bra panties. “ I’m glad to see you’re awake Beth “ said Norman. Beth realizing that she was strapped and looking at Norman who are you? Where am I? What are you gonna do to me?

Norman said oh you do not remember me do you? I’m the little nerd that you always pick on in high school. “Norman that can’t be you” Beth said. Oh, but it is my dear and the reason you’re here is for me to get **** on you. See I’ve made this machine for body modifications and mind modifications. I’m gonna to change you and make you mine.

Fear start to sit in on Beth’s face. What kind of changes said Beth. Just a few here and there change your skin color for one you like your changes. I’m gonna make you a complete slut fuck toy when I’m done with you.

We started to protest and plead, begging him not to do it. But it was too late Norman had already program the changes in the machine. The first change be her tits she had nice big B cups but Norman was going make 40 E tits and give a nice fat round ass with curvy body.

Next he programmed the machine to give a nice set of DSL lips and set of fat pussy lips with extra large sensitive clit. He also was change her sexual drive and brainwash her to do whatever he says. The last thing was to change her skin color to make her a pretty Ebony slut.

He grin at Beth and said any last words before we start?

Beth thrashed against th restraints, her manicured nails scraping uselessly against the cold metal table. "Please, Norman—I was stupid back then! I'll do anything!" Her breath came i ragged gasps as the machine hummed to life above her, its robotic arms unfolding like spider legs.

Norman adjusted his glasses, the green glow of the control screen reflecting in his lenses. "Too late for apologies, Beth." His finger hovered over the EXECUTE button. "Let's start with those tits."

A needle-tipped arm descended, injecting a shimmering blue serum into her chest.

Beth screamed as the serum burned through her flesh, her back arching against the restraints. The machine whirred louder, its robotic arms pulsing with a sickly violet light as they circled her trembling body. Her B-cup breasts twitched violently, the skin stretching taut like overfilled balloons as they swelled—first to C-cups, then D, and finally E , the veins beneath her porcelain skin turning dark and prominent.

A second needle plunged into her hips, and Beth shrieked as her bones creaked, her waist cinching inward while her ass inflated in grotesque, jiggling waves.

The machine's whirring arms shifted toward Beth's face, cold metal clamps gripping her jaw to hold it open. A thin, needle-tipped tube slithered out, glistening with viscous pink gel. Beth gagged as it **** its way between her lips, the gel flooding her mouth with a sickly-sweet chemical burn. Her lips pulsed, swelling grotesquely—plumping into obscene, glossy pillows that stretched her skin taut. Drool dripped down her chin as the tube retracted, leaving her new DSLs quivering, hypersensitive to every breath.

Next, the restraints around her thighs clicked open just enough for the machine’s spindly limbs to pry her legs apart.

The cold metal limbs spread Beth’s thighs wider, exposing her pink slit to the machine’s humming instruments. A thin, needle-tipped arm descended, its tip glistening with a pearlescent serum. Beth thrashed, her breath hitching as the needle pressed against her delicate folds.

"N-no, not there—PLEASE!" she sobbed, her DSL lips trembling.

The needle plunged in.

A searing heat flooded her pussy as the serum took effect. Her labia twitched, then bloomed outward—plumping into thick, swollen lips that glistened under the lab lights.

Beth’s entire body convulsed as the final serum flooded her veins. The machine’s UV lights bathed her pale skin in a pulsating glow, her flesh rippling like liquid as the melanin rewrite took hold. A deep, rich brown spread from her collarbone in creeping waves—down her swollen breasts, across her trembling stomach, over the thick curves of her new hips—until every inch of her gleamed like polished mahogany.

The neural recalibration arm clicked into place above her forehead, needle-thin electrodes sliding into her temples. Norman watched the screen as corrupted code scrolled—her memories of high school dominance fracturing, rewiring into ****, needy submission.

Beth’s thrashing slowed.

The neural recalibration arm hissed as it retracted from Beth's temples, leaving her panting on the table. Her dark, glossy lips parted with a wet gasp as her eyelids fluttered—the old Beth fracturing like shattered glass behind her dilated pupils.

Norman leaned in, his breath hot against her newly darkened ear. "Say my name, slut."

Beth's back arched, her E-cup breasts straining against her bra as her tongue—thicker now, perfectly shaped for obscene acts—darted across her plump lips. "N-Norman," she moaned, her voice already lower, huskier, drenched in synthetic desire.

Beth's swollen lips trembled as the last sparks of resistance faded from her chemically dilated pupils. Her newly darkened skin glistened with sweat under the lab lights as her thick tongue dragged slowly across her own plump lower lip. When she spoke, her voice came out as a breathy whimper—no trace of her former arrogance, only broken obedience.

"Yours," she gasped, her E-cup breasts heaving against the restraints. "Only yours, Norman... Master."

A shiver ran through her transformed body as one of the machine's spindly arms retracted with a hiss, its work complete.

Norman smirked, pressing a button that released the restraints with a hydraulic hiss. Beth's transformed body slid forward on the table, her new ebony skin glistening under the sterile lights as she struggled to sit up on trembling arms.

"Look at yourself," he commanded, gripping her chin and forcing her toward the floor-length mirror beside the machine.

Beth's breath hitched—her reflection was a stranger. High, round breasts strained against her torn top, nipples dark and pebbled. Her waist dipped dramatically before flaring into wide, jutting hips that led to thighs thick enough to crush a man.

Beth's trembling fingers traced the alien curves of her reflection—the plump, darkened lips that weren't hers, the heavy breasts that swayed with each shaky breath. A fractured memory flashed behind her eyes: the captain's armband cutting into her bicep as she shoved Norman into lockers, the echoing laughter of her squad. The recollection dissolved like sugar in hot tea, replaced by a throbbing pulse between her thighs as Norman's breath hit the back of her neck.

"Still fighting it?" His fingers dug into her newly widened hips, pulling her flush against his groin. The machine's serum had worked its magic, but neural rewiring was a messy process—sometimes the old pathways sparked before dying.

Beth's breath came in ragged gasps as she stared at the stranger in the mirror—those full, pouting lips, the heavy breasts that strained against her shredded bra, the rich mahogany skin that gleamed under the lab lights. Her fingers—now tipped with almond-shaped nails—traced the impossible swell of her new hips, the dip of a waist that had never existed before. A fractured whisper escaped her throat:

"This isn't me..."

Norman's chuckle was a dark vibration against her bare shoulder as his hands slid possessively over her thickened waist. "It is now." One palm cupped the outrageous swell of her left breast, squeezing until her back arched with a whimper.

Beth's moan shuddered through her thickened lips as Norman's fingers dug into the soft, yielding flesh of her breast—the nerve endings there hypersensitive, each squeeze sending electric pulses straight to her dripping core. Her nails scraped weakly at his wrist, the protest dying in her throat as her other hand—moving against her will, guided by the serum's programming—slid between her own swollen thighs.

Her fingers met slick, puffy folds, her newly altered anatomy impossibly wet, already clenching around nothing.

Beth's breath hitched as her fingers brushed against her slick folds—her body responding even as her mind recoiled. "N-No... this isn't... I can't—" The words dissolved into a gasp as her traitorous fingers circled her swollen clit, sending a violent shudder through her thickened thighs. Her other hand clawed weakly at Norman's wrist, but the serum made her grip feather-light, her resistance crumbling like wet paper.

"Look at you," Norman murmured, his free hand sliding down to guide her wrist, forcing her fingers deeper. "Fighting yourself. Your body knows what it is now."

“This is the new you," Norman growled against her ear, his fingers tightening around her wrist as he **** her fingers deeper into her own slick heat. "You might as well accept it."

Beth’s breath came in ragged, hitching gasps as her body arched against her will, her back pressing flush against Norman’s chest. The serum pulsed through her veins like liquid fire, rewriting every instinct, every stubborn thought.

The slick schlick of Beth’s fingers plunging into her own altered cunt echoed obscenely in the sterile lab air. Norman’s teeth grazed her earlobe as his free hand wandered lower, kneading the plush swell of her ass—now rounder, heavier, better—before two thick fingers pressed against her tight backdoor without warning.

"Ah—nngh!" Her back arched violently, her new breasts jiggling as her body betrayed her, clenching around the intrusion. The serum burned hotter in her veins, rewriting her disgust into a shuddering, shameful need.

"Good girl," Norman purred, twisting his fingers inside her.

Beth’s breath hitched as Norman’s words slithered into her ear, each syllable dripping with cruel satisfaction.

"I made you to please and fuck any man or woman. Yes, you heard me. I reprogrammed you to be bi-sexual too."

Her stomach twisted—or tried to—but the serum burned through the resistance, replacing disgust with a throbbing, liquid heat between her thighs. A whimper escaped her swollen lips as her fingers, still buried inside her slick cunt, curled against her will, stroking a spot that made her vision blur.

Beth's body moved before her mind could protest—her swollen lips crashing against Norman's with a **** hunger that made her stomach churn even as her hips ground against him. Her newly sensitive nipples hardened against his chest as her fingers fumbled with his belt, the serum overriding every shred of resistance.

Norman chuckled darkly against her mouth, letting her struggle for a moment before roughly guiding her hand to his already-hard cock. "That's it," he murmured as her fingers wrapped around his length, her palm tingling with the unnatural need to please him.

Beth’s fingers trembled around Norman’s cock, her body moving with a slick, rhythmic desperation that made her stomach clench in shame. The serum burned hotter—every stroke of her hand, every twitch of her hips, carving the truth deeper into her rewired nerves: This is what you are now.

Her swollen lips parted around a moan as Norman’s free hand gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to watch in the mirror as her own fingers worked him. "Look at yourself," he growled. Her reflection stared back—eyes glazed, dark skin flushed, breasts swaying with every ragged breath.

Beth’s knees hit the cold lab floor with a soft thud, her newly thickened thighs spreading instinctively as she gazed up at Norman through her lashes. A strand of saliva stretched between her swollen lips as she leaned forward, her tongue dragging a wet stripe up his length before her mouth enveloped him with a whimper. The serum burned through her veins, twisting her disgust into **** hunger as her throat relaxed—another modification—allowing him to sink deeper with obscene ease.

Her fingers dug into his hips as she bobbed her head, each slurping gasp echoing off the steel walls.

Beth’s plush, darkened lips stretched obscenely around Norman’s girth as she took him deeper, her throat fluttering with involuntary swallows. A thick strand of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, glistening against her mahogany skin as her tongue—now more dexterous, another modification—laved along his pulsing veins. Her manicured fingers dug into his hips as he groaned above her, the sound sending an electric jolt straight to her dripping core.

Her jaw ached, but the serum dulled the pain into a throbbing pleasure, her every nerve alight with the need to please.

Beth’s swollen clit pulsed in time with each bob of her head, the slick heat between her thighs growing unbearable as her own arousal dripped down her inner thighs. The serum made every sensation sharper—the salty taste of Norman’s cock on her tongue, the ache of her stretched lips, the way her slick folds clenched around nothing as her hips rocked against empty air. A needy whine vibrated against his length as she felt her own juices trickle down, the scent of her desperation thick in the sterile lab air.

Beth’s new breasts—heavy, swollen 40E cups—jolted with every bob of her head, the weight of them swaying obscenely as Norman’s cock slid deeper down her throat. Her free hand, slick with her own arousal, frantically rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles, the serum amplifying every pulse of pleasure until her thighs trembled.

The first orgasm ripped through her without warning—her back arching, her throat clamping around Norman’s length as a choked scream vibrated against him. Her tits bounced wildly, nipples pebbled and aching, while her pussy gushed against her fingers, the slick mess dripping onto the cold lab floor.

The moment her climax hit, Beth’s body arched violently, a guttural sob tearing from her throat as her cunt clenched—then gushed, a hot, uncontrollable jet of fluid splattering across the floor between her spread thighs. Her eyes flew open in shock, pupils blown wide, as the sensation ripped through her—a pulsing, shameful release that left her trembling.

Norman’s grip tightened in her hair, yanking her off his cock with a wet pop. "Surprised?" he purred, thumb swiping through the mess dripping from her chin. His other hand trailed down to her soaked slit, fingers spreading her folds as another spurt of her arousal dribbled out. "

I also programmed you to be a squirter every time you orgasm," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched another shudder ripple through her pliant body.

Beth whimpered, her swollen lips trembling around the words she couldn’t form—her thoughts drowned under the relentless pulse of need between her thighs.

The moment Norman’s words registered—programmed to be a squirter—something primal uncoiled in Beth’s gut. Her swollen lips trembled, not just from exhaustion, but from a filthy, creeping thrill that slithered through her veins. The serum amplified it, twisted it, until the shame burned as hot as the pleasure.

Her fingers, still slick with her own juices, returned to her clit in a frenzy, rubbing tight, **** circles as she took Norman back into her mouth with a wet, sloppy gasp. The taste of him—musky, salty, hers—flooded her senses as her throat fluttered around his girth.

Her body seized with a **** that sent shockwaves through her entire frame—this orgasm wasn’t just stronger, it was catastrophic. The moment Norman’s cockhead nudged the back of her throat, her vision whited out. Her cunt convulsed in brutal, rhythmic spasms, each contraction forcing another jet of fluid to erupt from her in thick, humiliating pulses. The sound was obscene—a wet, splattering symphony as her juices painted the floor beneath her, her thighs twitching like a live wire.

Norman’s fingers twisted tighter in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper as she choked around him, her throat fluttering wildly.

Norman didn’t let her recover. The moment her orgasm subsided into twitching aftershocks, he wrenched his cock from her throat with a wet gasp, leaving her lips swollen and glistening. A rough hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as he dragged her limp body across the steel table. Her breasts scraped against the cold surface, nipples hardening instantly at the friction.

Her knees hit the floor before she could steady herself, her thighs still trembling, slick with her own mess. Norman’s grip was iron as he shoved her forward, bending her over the table until her cheek pressed against the metal.

Beth gasped as Norman’s thick cock stretched her pussy in one brutal thrust, her swollen lips struggling to accommodate him. A high-pitched whimper escaped her throat—half pain, half delirious pleasure—as her inner walls fluttered around his invading length.

"That’s it, my slut," Norman growled, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of her hips. "Take every inch."

Her body arched, breasts crushed against the cold steel table as another jet of arousal gushed from her clenching cunt, the slick sound obscenely loud in the lab.

Beth’s scream shattered into a broken moan as Norman’s hips pistoned against her, each brutal thrust sending shockwaves through her oversensitive body. The serum made every nerve sing—the slap of flesh against flesh, the way her swollen clit dragged against the cold steel table with every movement, the obscene squelch of her dripping cunt taking him deeper.

Her third orgasm hit like a lightning strike. Her back arched violently as her pussy convulsed in ragged pulses, another hot jet of fluid splattering across Norman’s thighs and the floor beneath them. Her vision blurred, tears mixing with drool as her throat let out a guttural sob, her fingers scrambling uselessly against the slick metal.

Norman’s hands slid up her trembling thighs, fingers digging into the plush give of her mahogany skin as he hauled her limp body upright. Her swollen breasts swayed heavily with the movement, dark nipples pebbled tight against the chilled lab air. A choked gasp escaped Beth’s throat as he impaled her on his cock in one rough thrust, her back arching as her cunt stretched obscenely around him.

"Ride me," he snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

Her body obeyed before her mind could protest. Beth’s thighs flexed as she rose, his cock dragging against her oversensitive walls, then slammed back down with a wet slap.

Beth’s body moved with a ****, hungry rhythm, her thighs slapping against his as she rode him with abandon. Her swollen tits bounced obscenely with every jolt of her hips, dark nipples stiff and aching as they brushed against Norman’s chest. Each downward plunge **** a broken whimper from her throat, her cunt clenching around him in slick, pulsing waves.

Norman’s grip on her hips tightened, guiding her movements, forcing her to take him even deeper. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the lab, mingling with Beth’s ragged moans as her body betrayed her—again and again—arching into every brutal thrust.

Her thighs quivered violently as another orgasm ripped through her, her cunt convulsing in hot, fluttering spasms around Norman's thick shaft. A guttural scream tore from her throat as her back arched, her swollen breasts heaving while slick juices gushed down her trembling thighs. Before she could recover, Norman pistoned upward with a brutal thrust, forcing a fresh wave of pleasure-pain through her oversensitive body.

Beth's vision whited out as a fourth orgasm crashed over her, her body jerking uncontrollably, her fingernails scraping uselessly against the table.

Norman’s hand slid up her sweat-slicked torso, fingers curling possessively around the swollen weight of her left breast. He squeezed hard, watching with dark satisfaction as her dark flesh yielded under his grip, the plush nipple stiffening further under his rough touch.

"How do you like your new tits, slut?" he growled, twisting the sensitive peak between his fingers.

Beth’s breath hitched, her body jerking as another bolt of pleasure-pain lanced through her.

Beth’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as his cruel fingers pinched and pulled at her tender flesh. Her hips stuttered against him, her body torn between the agony of overstimulation and the relentless pleasure burning through her veins.

“Answer me,” Norman snarled, slamming her down harder, the wet slap of skin echoing off the steel walls.

“I—I love them, Master,” she sobbed, the words spilling out in a broken whimper. Her cunt clenched instinctively around him, betraying her once more as another pulse of slick heat dripped down his shaft.

Norman’s hands slid from her bruised hips to the underside of her thighs, his grip iron-tight as he wrenched her upward. Beth gasped as her body lifted, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her, the sudden shift making her inner walls flutter helplessly around him. The cold steel table pressed against her back as he slammed her down, her legs folding effortlessly over his shoulders, her swollen ass barely cushioned by the edge of the table.

Her breath came in ragged, hiccupping sobs as he loomed over her, his hips already pistoning into her with brutal, unforgiving strokes.

Norman’s hips snapped forward with animalistic precision, the thick slap of flesh against flesh drowning out Beth’s ragged cries. Each brutal thrust **** her swollen breasts into wild, jiggling arcs, dark nipples leaving wet streaks across her heaving chest as they bounced. Her body convulsed around him, oversensitive walls fluttering in helpless rhythm as another orgasm tore through her—her fifth, or sixth, she’d lost count—her thighs trembling violently against his shoulders.

“Look at them,” he growled, one hand fisting in her hair to yank her head up, forcing her to watch the obscene display of her own transformed body.

Norman’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath hot and ragged against Beth’s throat as his grip on her hair tightened. His swollen balls drew up tight against his shaft, the thick veins along his cock pulsing visibly beneath sweat-slicked skin.

"Where do you want my cum, slut?" he growled, hips stuttering as the pressure built, his tip grinding deep against her spasming walls.

Norman’s lips curled into a cruel smirk as he dragged the weeping girl’s face down toward his throbbing cock, her swollen ebony breasts crushed against his thighs. “Beg for it,” he demanded, fingers tightening in her chemically-straightened hair until her scalp burned.

Beth’s voice came out a shattered whisper, spit-slick lips brushing his tip as she obeyed: “P-please… cum on my face, Master… paint your stupid slut’s—”

The first hot stripe erupted across her forehead before she could finish, thick ropes splattering over her fluttering eyelids, her parted lips.

The next thick pulse of cum erupted with a guttural groan from Norman, pearly streaks arcing through the air before splattering across Beth’s heaving chest. Hot ropes painted her swollen ebony tits in glistening stripes, each throb of his cock layering another sticky burst over her dark, trembling nipples.

Beth whimpered as the scalding liquid pooled in the crease beneath her breasts, her oversensitive skin flinching at every new splash. Norman’s fingers dug into her thighs, holding her shuddering body in place as he emptied himself, his final spurts dripping lazily down the curve of her areolas to mingle with the sweat-slicked valley between them.

Norman's softening cock twitched against Beth's sticky stomach as he lazily stroked himself, milking the last pearly drops onto her quivering abdomen. Her fingers, trembling with exhaustion, rose obediently to smear the cooling seed across her mahogany skin, working it in slow circles over the swell of her cum-slicked breasts. Each pass of her palms drew faint whimpers from her swollen lips, the friction making her oversensitive nipples ache.

"You like that, don't you?" Norman sneered, watching her smear his release like lotion, his thumb brushing possessively over the bite marks purpling her inner thigh.

Beth’s fingers twitched against her own slick skin, her body arching in traitorous pleasure even as tears streaked through the drying cum on her cheeks. A broken moan escaped her throat when Norman’s thumb pressed harder against the bruises he’d left earlier, the pain-pleasure sparking through her nerves like a live wire.