Hot Blooded: a Short Story

[Warning: Contains Scenes of Mind Break, Mind Control, and Non-Consent]

Angelica rubbed her head and groaned. Last night's drinking binge had been a rough one. A brother-in-laws birthday party had started with shots at 2 and gone on to have cocktails at midnight. Understandably, her body had not enjoyed the results of the poison.

She felt sore, too. The memories of it were vague, but she was pretty sure she had gotten into a fight. Some slut had mouthed off about something, and next thing Angelica knew they were at each other like cats in the parking lot.

Angelica started her shower and stared at her body in the mirror. A few bruises on her tanned skin, a few scratches, but nothing serious. It wasn't until she turned around that she saw it, and did a double take.

There were teeth marks on her left ass cheek.

How in the hell had that whore managed to bite her ass? Angelica had been wearing *jeans* for God's sake! Luckily the bite hadn't been deep, and was essentially healed already. Angelica thought it was strange that it had healed that quickly, but moved on. No use thinking about it.

The shower and a cup of tea helped clear up the fog of hangover, and soon Angelica was nice and happy in her pajamas. She didn't have work until Monday, so she had the weekend to recover and relax. In that regard it was a successful day. Nothing but tv binging until the sun began to set.

Angelica got ready for bed, or more accurately, moved to watch TV in her bedroom instead of on her couch. She had just laid down when her body began to feel hot. Like, really hot.

In the span of a few minutes she went from a long sleeve shirt and pajama pants, to just top less and boxers. She normally hated panties, but she had to admit, they would have offered more airflow to her upper and inner thighs.

The sensation was changing, closer to a body high. Angelica stumbled to the bathroom. Had she eaten something from her stash by accident? She had been purposely sober all day to give her body a break, and yet here she was with a wonderful tingling feeling in her ass and chest.

Angelica started panting as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was drenched in sweat and her boxers were way too tight.

Wait a second.

Her boxers were supposed to be loose, how had they started to feel like they were cutting off circulation?

The sensation suddenly became more intense. Angelica fell to her stomach on the floor. It felt like her body was receiving an intense massage, inside and out. Hands and fingers beating on her skin, in the best way possible. She saw herself in the fullsize mirror and gasped.

She wasn't being massaged, she was being molded. Her skin was shifting, breasts and ass growing. Her black hair shifted into a bleach blonde from the roots down. Watching it happen made it so much more intense.

Angelina's hips thrusted involuntarily, pushing her ass out lewdly. God the boxers were getting tighter and tighter, until with a comical *riiiiiiip* they split open and fell off her ridiculous ass.

Her breasts faired no better. Normally a b-cup, they had engorged to G and showed no signs of stopping.

It looked so silly, the little toy im the mirror squirming as her body changed without permission. Angelica giggled. Wait no, this was bad. That was her in the mirror, and no matter how dumb and stupid and silly--

Angelica giggled again. She liked to giggle, it made her body jiggle. She giggled again at the rhyme. She giggled as her lips swelled and turned into a bright pink. She giggled as her finger nails grew, perfectly manicured and also bright pink. Such a silly sexy body.

Angie felt disappointed as the good feeling began to go away. She whined. She needed it back!

Angie's hand jumped to her now perfectly smooth pussy. The other mauled her J-Cup breasts. They made it hard to see her pussy, and that made Angue giggle.

Her fingers pumped in and out, but it wasn't enough. She tried a dildo, a vibrator, two dildos, every combination she could think of, but it wasn't enough. It made her want to cry.

Then like bubble gum popping, she had an idea. It took her a few minutes to remember her phones password, and she immediately took several pictures of herself. They were crewd, blurry, and not well lit, but they got the point across.

Angie sent them to her bother-in-law with just the phrase "I need your help". Now she just needed to get dressed up and wait.

When her brother-in-law arrived she was only wearing thigh highs and a garter belt she had recieved has a joke a few birthdays back. How times change, now they were the perfect way to show off her pussy and ass.

Her brother-in-law, Henry, was suspicious "Angelica what's the fucks going on, you can't just-"

Angie put a finger to his mouth "Shhh call me Angie. Don't worry, youre just helping your wife's sister out ok? I have a problem, and you can fix it. Isn't that what family's for?"

Henry hesitated, then nodded. Angie pulled him by his arm to her bedroom and shoved him onto the bed. Already her body was shivering with arousal, far more then a simple dildo had given her.

It made Angie giggle the way Henry pulled off his clothes as fast as possible. His cock twitched as it hit the air, and that made her giggle too. So many things made her giggle, and horny. Especially horny.

Angie pushed her ass against that wonderful cock, letting it grind up and down against her asshole and pussy. It was like electricity across her crotch.

Henry got impatient and grabbed her hips. He shoved himself inside of her, and Angie squealed in pleasure. She put her hands on her legs and bent over, letting Henry have his way. Again and again he slammed into her, assaulting her womb, and each time Angie gasped as if it was the first time she had ever felt such pleasure.

Angie's hips moved in time with his, slamming back to meet his thrust. This, this was what she had needed. Her body was aflame with pleasure, and not just from the cock. Angie could see her sisters jealous face, furious that she had stolen her sisters property.

It made Angie giggle, and moan. It made her turn around and shove Henry onto the bed. She straddled his waist and hovered above his cock. She slammed down to it, hands on Henry's chest while she humped his cock and hips like a dog in heat.

Henry grabbed her waist, groaning and grunting like a wild animal. Finally his hands tightened, and Angue screamed in wonderful ecstasy as his cum pumped into her womb. Her legs shook and her toes curled as she came on his cock. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

They both passed out soon after. Angelica would wake up the next day, back to normal, and horrified at her actions. But deep down she knew Angie would return, and even deeper down she knew she looked forward to it.

*End*