My Strange Addiction

Vanessa sat naked in her kitchen, giving her opponent a death glare so intense it could drill holes in concrete. Her opponent was a small pink pill - it could not respond.

Despite appearances, it was a tough battle.

It was a battle Vanessa was determined to win. It had been eleven days since she'd last taken a pill -

eleven whole days

. She hadn't given in for almost two entire weeks, and she wasn't about to give in now.

Except...

That was total bullshit. She

was

about to give in - just ten minutes ago she'd undressed, fully intent on drowning her sorrows in a sea of ditzy lust. She'd held that pill in her palm - just a moment longer, and she'd have swallowed it. The only thing to stop her had been

shame

.

It hadn't been enough. The pill was still there, on the kitchen table, and

she

was still there, naked, sitting before it, and all she could do was stare at it, as if doing so would make it disappear.

Vanessa wished she had the strength to simply walk away. For a time, she'd thought she

did

- she'd told herself she could make it, told herself she could beat her addiction. For eleven whole days, she'd thought she was on the way out.

Once again, she'd proven herself a liar.

And what a pitiful lie it was, obvious to everyone but her. She'd never once been on the way out - every promise she'd ever made to herself had been hollow. Her addiction was one from which she'd never recover, for the very simple reason that deep down, she didn't really want to.

She didn't want to, because if she did, she'd have to face her problems. She'd have to take control of her life and fight for happiness, and she simply didn't have the strength for that; it was so much easier to depend on a pill to make her happy.

It was shameful -

she

was shameful. And what was worse, she only had herself to blame. NewU pills were not addictive - her dependence on them was entirely the product of her own weakness.

And so it was that during all her attempts to break free, she'd never deleted her NewU account, never stopped herself from ordering more pills whenever she ran out.

So here she now was, sitting naked in her kitchen, glaring at a small pink pill.

It would be so easy to surrender, to give in, take the pill, and let herself be turned into a ditzy fuckdoll. All it would take to forget her troubles would be swallowing the little pink disk - then she could spend the next twelve hours as a horny airhead, sucking and fucking and moaning and giggling and not knowing what the word 'worry' meant.

It would be so easy -

so easy

. A d it would feel so,

so

good.

Out of everything, that was Vanessa's greatest shame: she actually

preferred

being a bimbo. She

preferred

abandoning everything she was supposed to be proud of, leaving behind everything she'd fought for, and reducing herself to a vapid, horny slut.

That was what she was addicted to, really; that was what she craved. And from the looks of it, she was going to get it.

"Fuck!" she shouted. She slammed her fist on the table, and the pill bounced enticingly. "Fuck..."

With one swift motion, Vanessa put the pill in her mouth and swallowed it.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then it began: a faint tingle, spreading outwards from her stomach. Wherever it went, a pleasant warmth followed, and despite her best efforts, Vanessa found her shame dissolving like honey in hot water.

Invisible hands started kneading her body, and she began to change. Her unremarkable breasts began to grow in her hands, which she hadn't even realised she'd brought to her chest; unthinkingly, she began to grope. Meanwhile, her ass and thighs were undergoing similar changes, while the rest of her was slimming down, becoming thin and delicate and girly.

It was a transformation Vanessa had carefully designed. Its first part was nearing its end - Vanessa couldn't wait for the second part.

It began as it always did, slowly, with a steady trickle of sugar. A surge of heat followed, and then...

The sugar began to melt within her, and the pill's magic spun it into pink puffs of cotton candy; it stuck to her thoughts, enveloping them in sticky goodness and gumming up the engines of her mind. Any lingering doubts disappeared completely, and so did the last vestiges of shame. Giving in, Vanessa knew, had totally been a good decision.

Which was about the only thing she knew, because the blessed little pill had done away with her intellectual capabilities. It was a magical experience, having a mind so vacant, so utterly

incapable

of worry. Only two things concerned Vanessa now: how goddamn

hot

she was, and...

It hit her like a lightning bolt, thirty thousand amps of lust delivered straight to her cunt; her every fiber ached with

raw desire

, and her empty head was given a new purpose. Her transformation was complete.

She got up and stretched. She bounced on her toes, and her boobies bounced with her; she slapped her ass, and it wobbled delightfully. God, she was so fucking

hot

!

Giddily, she skipped her way to her room. She dragged her special suitcase out from under her bed and opened it; inside was all the fun stuff that normal Vanessa was ashamed of owning.

She picked out a see-through bra and a pair of whale tail panties, and a pink latex dress so short it barely qualified as clothing; hoop earrings and stiletto heels completed her look. She admired herself in the mirror; not wanting to fuck her would be a

crime

.

Full of confidence, she took her glittery clutch bag, and left her apartment.

~~~~~~~~

Vanessa's favourite place to go on nights like these was a club called Ekstasy. It was the perfect mix of classy and seedy - the perfect place to have the kind of fun she was after.

Her first mark was a cute boy who didn't look like he belonged. He sat in a corner with a glass he never touched, firmly resisting his friends' attempts to get him to enjoy himself; eventually his friends gave up and went dancing, and Vanessa saw her opening.

She sat next to him, almost uncomfortably close, and started relentlessly flirting. He was polite, and tried very hard to be respectful - took hard for his own good. Vanessa didn't want him looking at her eyes.

It didn't take much to get him to stare at her tits; a little leaning, a little elbow work, and she practically had him drooling into her cleavage. His glass had started emptying, Vanessa noticed; he was almost ready.

She dragged him to the dance floor, past his friends, who stared at them wide-eyed, and soon she was all over him, pressing her body against his, grinding against him to the beat. Once again, it didn't take much to get him to give in; when his hand found it's way to her tit without her guidance, she knew it was time.

She led him to the bathroom by the hand, and pushed him into a stall. He made an attempt to voice concerns, and she quieted him with a finger to his lips; when he moved it out of the way, she quieted him with her lips.

Whatever desire he might have had to resist her melted right into the kiss. Vanessa hugged him tight, and he leaned into her, kissing her back with twice her passion. One of his arms cupped her ass, while the other grabbed her tit.

Vanessa broke the kiss and fell to her knees and undid his fly, setting free his raging erection; giggling, she nuzzled up to it, and gave him her best bedroom eyes. With his eyes, he pleaded.

She began with a slow, sensuous lick up his shaft, then took him in her mouth. She went slow, teasing him, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock in lazy circles, savouring his taste, luxuriating in his little gasps and moans.

She felt his hand on her head, and knew it was time to pick up the pace. Her lips formed almost a vacuum around his member, and she began to suck with an almost desperate intensity; she bobbed her head quickly and eagerly, taking him as deep as he could go, until his breaths became groans and he grabbed her hair and held her there while he emptied his balls into her throat.

She swallowed and smiled at him, and got up. He pulled his pants up and they left the bathroom; she returned him to his friends, who welcomed him with thunderous applause.

She winked at him, waved, and left.

~~~~~~~~

She met her second mark at the bar, after a drink or three: a fiery redhead in a black dress, who was all over her from the moment she realised Vanessa was into women.

Kissing and groping led to dancing, which led to even more kissing and a whole lot more groping, until the two of them staggered into a bathroom stall in each other's arms. The door closed, and dignity was left outside.

They spent a lot of time there, fingers jammed into each other's snatch, hands grabbing, groping, stroking, pinching, mounts exploring, sucking, kissing, licking. They both came god knows how many times, yet each orgasm only fanned the flames of their lust; quenching it took everything they had.

They

did

quench it, eventually, and with the echoes of their orgasms still ringing in their heads, they fixed themselves up as best they could, and went their separate ways.

~~~~~~~~

The third mark of the night, as it turned out, was Vanessa herself.

She'd had a few more drinks, and the world had melted into a beautiful soup of shapes and colours and pretty flashing lights; she was on the dancefloor, and she found herself dancing with a tall, willowy woman.

Vanessa was well beyond the point where making plans was possible - she was moving based on pure instinct. The other woman was gorgeous, dressed in a killer skirt-corset combo, and

fuck

, Vanessa was so

hot

, and at some point she realised dancing had become just an excuse to grope.

The woman smirked. "Oh my," she said. "Someone's being

naughty

."

Vanessa giggled and smiled. "Mm-hmm..."

The woman grabbed Vanessa's tit with one hand, while the other snakes around Vanessa's waist. "I think," she said, leaning forward, "I should

punish you

."

There was something about her tone that made Vanessa feel so small and vulnerable and

so fucking needy

, and soon she was being led out of a cab and into an apartment building.

They barely made it to Linda's condo with their clothes on; the moment the door closed behind them, they began furiously stripping each other. They stumbled into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, and the most passionate scissoring of Vanessa's life followed.

Vanessa came first, and Linda followed shortly after. They both collapsed, and stayed like that for a long time; Vanessa only realised Linda had gotten up when she heard the bedroom door open. Lazily, she turned, and saw Linda standing in the doorway; an enormous rubber cock hung between her legs.

"Time for your punishment," she said.

Vanessa went on her hands and knees. She arched her back and wiggled her hips enticingly; she'd been

such

a bad girl...

Linda's hand landed on Vanessa's ass with a loud

slap

; her other hand grabbed Vanessa's hair and yanked. "Ready,

slut

?"

"Mm-- Ah!"

Her reply was cut short by Linda's sudden thrust; the massive strap-on slid into her without resistance, stretching her wide and filling her up completely. Linda began to move her hips, driving the fake cock in and out, in and out in slow, powerful thrusts. Each one elicited a grunt, which seemed to please Linda greatly.

"That's right,

bitch

!" she growled. "Take it like a good girl. You like it, don't you?"

"Ye-- Ah! Yes!" Vanessa moaned. "I - fuck - I love it!" She screwed her eyes shut and pushed her ass into Linda. "I'm-- Ah! I'm your god girl!"

Linda slapped Vanessa's ass. "Then cum for me, bitch! Cum for me!"

Vanessa came,

hard

. She came

so hard

she saw stars, turning into an incoherent mess for a length of time she couldn't care to measure. She moaned and thrashed and begged and thanked, until her muscles betrayed her and she collapsed.

When she came to, she was laying on her side in Linda's sweet embrace. Linda was gently stroking her hair, and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Vanessa closed her eyes and sighed contently. What an idiot her normal self was; there was no shame in this. How could there be, when it felt so

good

?

No, she thought, as exhaustion overtook her and she drifted off to sleep. She belonged here.

That was why she kept returning, wasn't it?

THE END