This is a request from a fan. Along the lines of "That Crap will Rot your Brain", but with a cell phone and some magic and deviltry instead of science. Hope you enjoy, please be useful and polite in your feedback.
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Bob sighed to himself as he watched his employees head out the door.
His employees were three senior girls in high school, nearly ready to graduate. They were all "nice girls", the type every Dad and Mom were proud of and never caused any trouble. They were never in trouble either, always home on time, did their school work, and so on. It was no surprise that they were all fairly religious, and attended the same church and sang in the choir.
Alex was the "leader" so to speak. Sandy blonde, with a nice figure, she was pretty while not being a knock out. She wore glasses, and had a respective set of tits. Becca was a brunette with green eyes who had an athletic body. She swam and had some nice tone and muscle to her without being a full on jock. Bryanne was another brunette but with blue eyes. She had a nice figure and a "girl next door" look going.
This was the problem really.
Bob was the manager and owner of the Burger Stop fast food restaurant and not only were his three best workers getting ready to quit for college, but he also had the serious hots for them.
Bob was embarrassed by his attraction to them, and couldn't help but feel like a dirty old man. He was in his mid thirties, was short, a bit fat, and not the best looking guy. He also had a very dirty mind and aside from being attracted to girls much younger than him (but still legal, they were all over eighteen which made him feel slightly better) he had some very dirty ideas of how the girls could be "improved".
He had dreamed about Alex with flaming red hair down to her ass, bent over the counter cussing him out as he took her from behind. He had fantasized about Becca sixty-nining with him with her long hair chopped down to a pixie cut and dyed blue, sucking him down while he ate her shaved pussy out. He had beat off thinking about Bryanne in thigh high latex boots, a leather collar and purple hair in a mohawk cheering him on as he fucked her in the ass.
"Cripes, not only do I have these dirty fantasies, but they are so wild there is no hope of any of them ever happening. Why couldn't I just have a normal fantasy about plain sex with one of them?" Bob wondered to himself as he locked up the front door. He muttered to himself as he turned off some lights and then went to the back office and did the days count.
He locked it in the safe when done and then stepped out. He was heading towards the back door when he saw the light under the counter. He walked over and realized that it was Bryanne's phone.
He picked it up and slipped it into his pocket. "Well, it's late so I'll just give it back to her tomorrow." Bob said out loud. As he was putting it into his pocket it dinged. Bob glanced down and saw it was an advertisement. He was going to ignore it, but something caught his eye.
He looked closer. The ad had a photo attached to it and the photo looked an awful lot like Bryanne. Except that it was her with purple hair done in a Mohawk. Bob blinked and looked again.
"No way. No way this can be real." Bob said out loud as he tapped on the ad.
It popped open and some weird punk rock sounded off. A deep voice sounded.
"Are you tired of seeing your dream girls ignore you? Are you tired of having to keep your dirty thoughts to yourself? Do you want to have the woman of your dreams to be exactly like your dreams? Well today is your lucky day! For a limited time only, and for a reasonable price, the "Devil's App" can make your dream reality."
"The Devil's App? What the hell?" Bob said out loud. He jumped when the voice laughed and actually replied "You are exactly right Bob! Hell indeed!"
Bob nearly dropped the phone but the voice said "Just hang on Bob! I'm not kidding when I said we can make it reality! Wouldn't you just love to have Bryanne with this haircut, bent over spreading her asscheeks and begging you to fuck her brains out?"
"I, uh, well..."
"Oh don't play innocent with me Bobby boy! You'd love it! And how about Becca? With her pussy, nice and shaved, sitting on your face squealing while you ate her out and made her buck like a little minx in heat?"
"Um, yeahhhh, kinda..."
"Kinda? You lie badly BB. And I just know you'd love to have Alex with long red hair, bent over your couch in your house, slapping her ass and wiggling it while she licks her cherry red lips and says "Take me from behind Bobby! Fuck my slut brains out! I'm such a bad fucking girl! Tear me up and make me scream!" You know that's EXACTLY what you want. Isn't it?"
Bob was now pale and had backed against the wall. He was sweating and his breath was ragged. "How do you know this? Who are you?"
"I'm someone who can make this all come true BB. All of it. You meet my price and you get all three sluts for as long as you live. What do you say?"
Bob looked at the phone which was now showing video clips of him fucking the three girls in various positions. He listened to the voices begging him to fuck them in all sorts of demeaning ways. He swallowed and said "What's the price?"
"Three souls."
Bob's knees gave out and he sat down hard. "How can I possibly do that? I only have one!"
The voice laughed. "I didn't really want yours BB. I want the girls. And it's easy."
Bob gulped and the voice continued. "You will get a link to an App. You download it, and then give the phone back to Bryanne. The app will make some changes to her. She will be everything you ever wanted and more. She will be horny, more horny than a Sailor just off ship after six months at sea. She will want to fuck you and only you, but you don't fuck her until she signs the app agreement at the bottom of the page. All she has to do is click "accept" and it's done. It has to be her doing it though, and she has to at least get notice. She doesn't have to believe you, and she doesn't have to read it, but you do have to say "It's gonna cost you your soul" at the least. But she's going to be so horny she won't care."
The voice got very hard and sounded like iron. "But you need to get her to sign prior to taking her, or the whole deal is blown and she will come around back to normal and remember EVERYTHING. Given how things work today, how long do you think you'll stay in business or even out of jail if THAT happens BB?"
Bob was nearly blubbering from fear and the entire weirdness of it. But he looked at the screen of the phone and saw each girl in their proper forms and he knew he would do it.
"Ok, deal. Now what?"
