The world of Transformations is one very much like our own, but in this reality, the Church of Morpheus, a shadowy, perverse organization has taken power in Cuba. Now, they are extending their tentacles of depravity into the rest of the world.
Their aim is simple: to control the world by driving humanity into specific roles, with a class of brainwashed whores to keep the masses entertained.
The church is devious, and it will stop at nothing to draw its victims into a world of mind-controlled lust and perversion.
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Jessica snuggled next to David on the narrow bed. She giggled as she stroked his cock. He had come inside her five times, and each time she redosed him with Ambrosia, bringing him back to full strength again. "I'm going to play with you all night."
The last two times, David had resisted, resulting in a bruised jaw when she pried his mouth open and squirted in the Ambrosia.
"You're going to kill me," he said. But, there was playfulness in his voice.
She was adorable as well as insatiable. "I can only force people who haven't been placed in their caste yet. As soon as you drink Professional Ambrosia, I have to obey you."
"Really?" He whispered with a grin.
She nodded. "I'll bet you'd be mean to me."
"Would you want me to be?"
"I told you, not if you were really mad. Play is okay, though. I want to be forced to do things."
"Like what?"
She giggled.
"Come on tell me."
"I want... you to put me on my hands and knees, and... make me put my big butt in the air..."
"And?"
She looked at him with her big eyes. "Fuck me hard in the ass."
He nuzzled her neck. "Have you done that yet?"
She shook her head. "Cal tried once, but I cried like a little bitch."
"You really want me to?"
She nodded. "We all want to be used. It's the programming - the helmet thingy. It teaches us things, like how to manipulate normal people to get what we want." She added hurriedly, "It's all to make you happy, of course."
"Did it hurt you?" He was feeling protective of her despite his feelings about the whole situation.
She shrugged. "I can't remember. All I can remember are the images in my head and the voices. There was this girl in the videos, her name was Cum Slut Cathy, and she was dressed in this white latex outfit. And, I thought she was pretty, but I mean I wasn't a muff diver or anything. But then, she started talking to me through the helmet and all of a sudden I was a muff diver, and it made such perfect sense to love girl cum as much as boy cum. I was so silly for not understanding that before. She's so good at explaining things. Like how God is a lie... the old God anyway. Morpheus is real. I can't believe I wasted all that time on a fairy tale when I could have been fucking."
He kissed her neck. "Is that why you had sex with Gwen? Because you wanted her girl cum?"
She looked sad. "Kind of. But, I wanted you to see us because I knew it would hurt her to know you saw."
"That wasn't nice."
"They're going to punish me for it. Alex agreed for me to do it, but Gwen is going to punish me."
"Gwen wouldn't hurt you," David whispered.
"It won't be anything really bad like the lobotomizer or anything." She was stroking him hard. "Ready to cum?"
"No."
"Too bad."
"Listen to me, you ditzy cunt. Stop jacking me off now!"
She jumped and turned her big doe eyes to his.
He winked and smiled before returning to scowling.
She smiled sweetly. "I don't have to take orders from you."
"No, but you want to, don't you?"
She bit her lower lip and giggled. "Maybe."
"Unbuckle my restraints."
"No! You'll try to get away."
He smiled. "I'm done with that. I can't overpower you, and I sure as hell can't overpower him."
"I don't know..."
He stuck out his tongue and licked her neck. "I promise you, Jessica."
"Jiggly Jugs Jessica," she corrected with a smile.
"I promise, Jiggly Jugs Jessica: all I want to do is fuck your brains out," he whispered. Did he mean that? He thought about it. He had learned a lot of things over the past hours. First, his life was never going to be the same. There was no going back. He was as much a freak as the nympho who was still steadily stroking his cock.
His cock. Almost ten inches of dick, thick with veins and heavy hanging balls. How many times had he prayed to God to make him normal? Too many times, with no result.
His cock was the second thing he had learned. Maybe he was going to hell for it, but this new god didn't just promise, he delivered.
Jessica studied him as if she was unable to make up her mind. Then she smiled as she unbuckled the strap on his left wrist. "You better not make me regret this, or I'll rip off that new dick and shove it up your butt."
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Just act natural
, Sugar Tits thought as she wiggle walked into the UPS warehouse. Everything she had seemed to want to move in its own direction: tits one way, butt cheeks in the other. The building was deserted, for the most part. Most of the other drivers had clocked out an hour ago.
She passed by her reflection in a large window.
Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm a fucking freak!
The words echoed through her mind. She was hearing voices in her head, and she didn't need a crystal ball to know that voice belonged to the former owner of this body.
Angela was waking up.
"No! I'm beautiful! Look at my beautiful titties," she whispered out loud.
She reached the time clock.
Almost there
, Sugar Tits thought.
Her hand touched the card.
"Rob wants to see you in his office... Holy shit! Angela? What the fuck are you wearing?" a woman's voice asked behind her.
Sugar Tits almost screamed. She turned to see the boss's secretary, Madison staring at her. Angela had always despised her. She was tall and brunette, hiding her watery blue eyes behind old lady black plastic glasses, even though she was only in her mid-twenties.
Everyone knew their boss, Rob, was fucking her - of course, they would still be here. She'd probably been giving him a blow job when Sugar Tits entered the warehouse.
Madison stood with her mouth open, her myopic eyes staring intently at Sugar Tits's boobs. "Oh, my God... how?"
"I think it's like an allergic reaction of some kind," Sugar Tits said. Her voice came out high and little girlish. "Tell Rob I'll talk to him tomorrow, 'kay?" Sugar Tits grabbed the time card, punched it and then hastily shoved it into the holder.
A slow grin slowly crept across Madison's red lips. "Rob? You gotta see this," she called.
"Please, Madison. I just wanna go home, 'kay?" Sugar Tits whined.
Rob came out of his office and did a double take. "Angela?"
"I... It's an allergic reaction, I think. Lemme go home and get some Benadryl," Sugar Tits stammered.
Rob pointed toward his office. "My office. Now!"
Sugar Tits slumped and then walked with her head down toward Rob's office.
